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loverofcartoons · 5 months

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So I watched the Prince of Egypt proshot

It wasn’t good

The Bad

The characterizations

Moses and Rameses father Pharaoh Seti is portrayed much more Jovial. In the film is was very stoic and strict which is reflective of him in the Bible. In the film he is honestly pretty scary. In the stage production, his yells at rameses once, but immediately joking around right after.

The Pharaoh when confronted by Moses about the death of the Hebrew babies, states that it wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to do but needed to. The sentiment that “they were just slaves” is absent, which lessens the cruelty of the crime.

As Moses runs into the desert, he clearly isn’t as upset with his father as he should be. The line “ask the man I once called father” is missing during this scene. After Moses left, the pharaoh banishes him but begrudgingly. We see him still grieving Moses absence as he dies.

Rameses is portrayed much the same way throughout the play. Even once Moses returns to beg for the slaves to be set free, Rameses is seen as kind hearted, actually wanting to grant Moses request but is stopped by his wife and the Priest. It isn’t until Rameses son dies that we see a turn in him, but is clearly still being influenced by the priest. In the end, hesitating to kill Moses and sends his soldiers back, letting the Hebrews go.

The costume design

As I understand these costumes were changed for this specific production, but gosh they are bad. They are a strange mix between British royal garb and ancient Egypt Halloween costumes.

All of the royal outfits just feel incredibly out of place

The songs (but mostly The Plagues)

This was the biggest hit for me. They changed Moses and Rameses verses in The Plagues. The Chorus stayed the same the verses were completely changed. The charged emotion that had been there before lost completely. If you want to hear for yourself, go give it a listen on YouTube or Spotify and hear for yourself.

The rest of the song from the film were kept in tact and performed perfectly fine. The new songs are honestly very forgettable. The Act one Finale, Never in a Million years and Heartless seem to be the best among them, but are still just ok. The music itself felt like it belonged in a D tier Disney movie, not a Bible epic.

The absence of dramatic resonance

The stage production has a habit of making the quiet dramatic moments loud or rushing through them entirely. The scene were Moses mother sings a reprise of All I Ever Wanted is supposed to be quiet and comforting, instead, it is belted out. It seemed that every time there was a scene where two characters were talking about something serious, they were just trying to get to the next scene. Never giving the audience time to sit and feel the moment.

The burning bush scene is one of the most impactful scenes in the movie. Although the stage production handles it interestingly enough, using dancers to interpret the fire and all of there voices as one sing the word of God, the scene is too short and throws away the quiet majesty present in the film.

The good

The choreography

The choreography and the dancers themselves were the best part of the whole show. The dancers were often used to tell the story that is difficult to tell on stage. They are the fire, the river, the Red Sea, the desert sands fighting against Moses. They are the hieroglyphics on the walls and the Midianites dancing with Zipporah. It was gorgeous to look at.

More inclusive

For those of you who were not aware, the film cast of Prince of Egypt was astonishingly white. In this production almost every member of the main cast is a person of color.

This production also tries to put more focus on its female characters. They actually introduce us to Rameses wife Nefertari. Showing that they were forced into marriage by both of their families. Moses wife Zipporah is also given slightly more emphasis. There is an added scene of Zipphrah and Moses flirting while Moses watches the sheep, enabling us to see a bit of their courtship which is complied into a montage in the film. While fleeing with the Hebrews, she has an emotional moment expressing how much she will miss her family, never being able to see them again.

Moses and Rameses mother is also given an extra scene during The Plagues, pleading with Moses to stop and see reason.

Conclusion

The prince of Egypt musical looks spectacular with its stellar choreography, staging and lighting, but falls insanely flat with its costume design and script. They took an amazing, epic story of two brothers at odds that felt almost Shakespearean at times, and made it feel entirely childish. It’s almost as if they didn’t think the audience could handle the original interpretation and decided to water it down.

If you, for some reason, have Broadway HD and love the film, give this one a pass.

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pseudo-hero · 7 months

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So I Just Read Superman Issue #8...

(I think it came out right after my predictions post for it. I'm hoping, because otherwise, that was just clueless of me.)

OH. MY. GOODNESS. SO MANY THOUGHTS.

Did this issue seem like a short one to anybody else?

2. I thought about the first interaction shown in the above image here between Clark and Lex since Lex got shanked. It's just so cute to me (even though Lex doesn't have a right to be that cute). Especially considering how we just saw him last issue, literally rushing to try to get to Superman so he could help him. Like, I think he's just being pouty and difficult here so Clark will feel compelled to apologize (probably because it reassures Lex that Clark does care—even if no one else does—and that he didn't willingly leave Lex on his own die). No one else in-universe understands because they're not Clark or Lex.

3. Conner: "Sorry for what? It's not like Lex didn't have it--"

I wanted to believe that Kon (who is called by his Earth name this entire issue for some reason, despite being in hero mode not civilian mode) was about to say "have it under control" but that's just too nice for Lex, right? Of course he was probably actually going to say "have it coming".

Conner: "Hope you know you're not worth all this, Lex."

Ouch, another jab from he and Clark's unclaimed son. Why not just tell him you wish he was dead, while you're at it? (I know, I know. Almost happened not too long ago.) Also, Mercy's name makes for a good joke a lot of the time.

(Side Note: I'm glad he called him Lex, at least. [Meanwhile, Clark's back to calling him Luthor. I wonder what triggers it. Maybe it's when he knows a bad deed is connected to Lex?] And this is, I believe, the first time in years since he and Lex have even spoken! Over a decade if you don't count the Nu52 version of Kon-El as being the real deal. Also, do Lex and Clark still have some paternal feelings left for Konner like they more or less did at times in past comics from the 2000's - 2010's? Doesn't seem like it in this run—but I'm still taking what I can get!)

4. He sprints in for the catch...aaand...he's caught her!

Oop, he lost her.

(Side Note: Umm... Nice glove, Lena? Not a bad fashion statement/reference to spontaneously appear out of nowhere. Really screams "Daughter of Lex Luthor".)

So yeeep. Everyone (except Clark) in Lex's birth, created and by-proxy families despise him. Even his daughter (who I guess was told about all the things he's done, including to her) now seems disgusted by him. I get it's him and all and that many of his past actions have been horribly despicable and unforgivable (and spoken of or hinted at in this issue and acknowledged by him, too) but DAMN. The guy just finished healing from an attempt on his life. AND his mother came to visit! Guy can't catch a break or breath (which means anyone in close proximity to him won't be able to, either). Still, he's stronger than me.

5. Luthor: "I did it because Sammy killed his father. He KILLED Sebastian Stryker."

Superman: "Then you should have had him arrested! Not kept him in some dungeon to rot! (emphasis mine)"

Luthor: "[]...He's a monster."

HAHAHAHA. SUPERMAN AND LEX LUTHOR ARE SUCH HYPOCRITES HERE!!!!!!! WITH EACH OTHER AND IN THEIR VIEWS OF OTHER PEOPLE!!!!!!!

Seriously! How many times has Lex been found to have killed his father or even both parents? Even if the excuse is that there's been a change in continuity, it still comes across as unintentionally hypocritical to those out of the loop! Hopefully they'll explain what happened to "this version" of Lex's father (if they haven't already) to help clear things up. As for The Superman himself? Uhhhh, Phantom Zone villains?? (There's even an on-going miniseries involving Clark and Lex right now that has the Phantom Zone in it, fwiw!!) This is at least the second time now in this run, that Clark has been blatantly hypocritical; and on the same subject. Here he even mentions and excuses himself for using the PZ:

So it's okay for Clark to permanently lock up his species' criminals in a distant, cut-off-from-society place with little to no stimulation, but humans can't do the same with theirs?? (Or is it just because it's Luthor?) Also hilarious how in this recent issue, they were so far in the game, yet Clark still wouldn't so much as admit that Lex may have been justified in thinking this was his only way to stop Sam/my! Or somewhat acknowledge that the situation they're in is largely happening now because Clark WOULDN'T LISTEN TO LEX AND RELEASED SAM.

However:

He seems to have finally conceded to obeying Luthor's advice here. But...was it worth it in this case, considering how this issue ends? Is Lex just destined to be harmful to all no matter how hard he tries to be beneficial, or is it just the current situation that he's put himself in making it seem that way?

6. Yes!! They reconfirmed that Conner is "a bit of [Lex] and a bit of [Clark]". It was said very "quickly" and in an almost clinical manner, but this still did the trick for me! All three of them seem to have already been aware of this, too.

Yep, and Superboy's powers are indeed based on Sam's but he DOES NOT (as far as I can tell, based on the wording) get any of his DNA from him.

7. Another reference to Lex's Smallville past from Superman Lore.

Why is the watch separating their sections in-panel and why is this perfect? (It looks so beautiful here, too. Almost as much as during its debut.)

Now I understand why Clark was concerned here. I assumed earlier that it was a case of hindsight being 20/20 and him not realizing yet that Lex was right to make that his weakness (not sure how that's possible if Sam is only a human, but oh well). But it was actually Clark thinking about the risks involved, for him and/or others that have the weakness.

8. The different types of art in this issue were overall on point! However, this style (above image) was...interesting. Not bad, just interesting. That large MOUTH of his.

9. (Wish I knew how to shrink images. This one should be wayyyyy smaller, imo.)

Yes, yes, yeeesssssss. SUPERMAN. SAVE ME. He knows Clark will (and does)!!

10. YEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! That's our Superman!! Risking his life for those he technically risked the lives of to begin with!! (I forgive him and give him a pass here. His heart was in the right place and he doesn't usually screw up like that anyway.)

11. *whispers* The use of/dependence on kryptonite in 2023 is kinda lame. Arguably always was. However, it really helped push the story forward here, so I see nothing wrong with its presence. Plus:

It often adds to the DRAMA.

Seriously though, this upsets me greatly. I know he'll be fine but the damage looks severe. 🥺

12. So, Lex was down. Now Clark is. (Kon and Kenan were too, before Clark. If you count the events of Action Comics.) Looks like it's becoming a pattern. Like the LL's and K's in either families'/teams' names.

Anyway! As usual lately, I can't wait for next issue!!

#Superman #Superman 2023 #Clark Kent #Lex Luthor #Superboy #Conner Kent #Clex #issue review #spoilers #Sam Stryker #Sammy Stryker #Superman: Chained #chains #glove #watch #DC Comics fashion

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wint3r-h3art · 1 year

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Alright Bong, buckle up. I got some ideas for Professor!Namor with Staff!Reader, office romance, kind of AU 👀 I know Professor x Student is what gets people going (tbh as a recent college graduate, it creeps me out, especially because I have such close relationships with some of my professors that I kept in touch with). And this is going to be based on my experience working in academia as staff, but here goes. Feel free to add on and make it smutty for our fellow Whoretas 😛

Professor Namor is recently tenured and teaches Art History with an emphasis on Mesoamerican civilizations. At least once a year (or every couple years, depending if funding permits), he takes a group of students to Yucatan to assist in his research particularly on the ancient Mayan civilizations. He has a reputation of being the "tough" professor- tough grader where you have to work to get the grade you want. He doesn't give out weekly assignments because he finds it busy work and he doesn't want to grade through all that, he's much into activities, discussions, presentations, and projects. He's either hated or loved, but the students who do love him say he wants you to learn. Even his fellow colleagues and other professors say he can be a bit hard-headed at times because he's defensive and protective of the art department (especially when it comes to funding, the Arts, Humanities, and Social Sciences are just as important as STEM, so stop giving them the short end of the stick). There's an inside joke amongst the art department where they say he's K'uk'ulkan, the feathered serpent god, because a few years ago, a student joked that Namor looked a little too like K'uk'ulkan and the name just stuck.

Enter you. New staff member and one of the program analysts of the art history department. You work closely with faculty in helping them hire student assistants to assist with their research and ensure they get properly compensated, purchase items for their projects, etcetera. Professor Namor is really the only faculty member you're comfortable with because he's so easy to talk to and was more welcoming compared to the other tenured-track professors who are a bit entitled and stuffy. You two get along, often inviting each other to coffee or lunch dates on campus. His students get a whiff of it and decide to play matchmaker ... 👀👀👀

No I haven't thought long and hard about this, and no I may or may not write this someday! Who knows, I sure don't!

OMG PLEASE IF YOU TURN THIS INTO A STORY, PLEASE TAG ME!!! I would love to read this jajdjjskskdk

I NEED THIS OML

Your amazing idea needs to turn into a fic, and if you do write it, I will be the first to read is2g ANSJJSKW

#linda answered

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mdhwrites · 10 months

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My Adventures With Superman Episode 5 Review: You Will Believe a Man Can Be Concerned

Short Thoughts: This episode is the most rushed so far in the series, with a pacing issue of moving slow at the beginning and thus having to cram EVERYTHING into its last five minutes to have the darkest hour it wants. The stuff with Jimmy is too pointed to be funny and only has one real moment of feeling like it pays off, as well as the setup going nowhere like the journalism setup of last episode, and the stuff with Clark and Lois... Well, it’s good, the conclusion of the episode is the conflict their character types should be having and is turning the jokes and growth they’ve had over the past couple episodes into drama but again: Pacing. It all moves so... So very quickly. It frankly reminds me of thoughts I keep having about shows where I love the fluff and the episodic stuff but fear how well the writers can handle angst and plot. This episode shows promise in those things but if they can’t learn to let it breathe... We’ll see.

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I... don’t know how complicated my thoughts are on this episode. I think one of the best ways I can start with this is to mention the description on HBO Max. That while Lois is hunting down a secret in Metropolis, Superman tracks down the stolen tech to find out he’s in the sights of Task Force X.

This... doesn’t mention that Jimmy takes up about a quarter to a third of this episode doing almost nothing. It also name drops Task Force X, something that DOESN’T HAPPEN IN THE EPISODE. How can it? They show up for the pre-title stinger and then don’t show up for like 80% of the episode. Then they fight Supes, show off that Slade has some sick tech and is only going to get stronger, tease the overall plot and then fuck off after a good humanizing moment for their leader.

In like two-three minutes. That’s... Rough. To put it mildly. It’s not even a terrible fight. Not great, kind of lacking character and flavor, but it’s not a bad fight and the resolution is good. That’s the thing that makes talking about this episode rough. The characters are the same, good characters they have been. The animation is still mostly solid. The writing...

Well, that one I go up and down on. I ADORE the comedy of how bad Clark is at hiding who he is. How obvious his strength is once you start looking for it. Clark and Lois’ sequence against the goons is nice and silly and seeing how far Lois has already come from the girl who probably would have wanted the answer for her scoop versus the girl who wants the info because she cares is good.

And... That’s a lot of where my praise ends for the episode. The Steve and Jimmy stuff feels agonizingly drawn out. Jimmy didn’t need a mentor to straight up point shit out to us with. They could have had his three-five minutes in the intro, ended with him trying to remind them about what they were doing, kept showing a clock as a transition and then cut to nine o’ clock and Jimmy all alone at the bus stop before heading out to do this. Instead... They kind of do it like they’re not an animated series.

I’m not really joking here. The emphasis on dialogue pointing out what is going on is more tolerable in books because if you don’t put the words on the page, it can be a bad time for the audience. Of course, there is a breaking point and this goes WAY past that. This is just bad exposition, not helped by the fact that it’s being given by an annoying character we have not spent NEARLY enough time with to even realize his group could have a ‘Steve’. Yes, he’s a part of a trio but they all have their own roles on the paper that do not intersect that much so why should we have assumed their dynamic genuinely was the same?

Worse yet, the only justification for this would have been the stuff about Steve wanting to dunk on Flamebird but that goes nowhere. It’s not part of Jimmy’s motivation to go alone, it has nothing to do with his relationship with Clark or Lois, it’s just... There. Much like how Jimmy seeming like he might get the story because of his friendlier, less confrontational approach went nowhere in the previous episode. There it felt okay because I felt like I was putting my own desires onto the show. This time though? This shit is supposed to be important and it’s not funny and it’s not interesting. And it drags on for TOO. FUCKING. LONG. Cut a minute of Steve and give that to the actual important shit that matters to both plot and character.

Because the whole Task Force X portion? Feels like an extended vision frankly. “Look, we’re here, we’re probably important, you can gleam a couple things from it and PEACE!” It’s better than the visions because we effectively get some real answers and the commander is interesting in keeping to the idea they’re there for humanity but that’s about all the nice things I can say about it. It feels much more like a teaser than the actual resolution of an episode.

And that makes the ending just feel all the worse. Like I said earlier, this conflict between Lois and Clark is befitting for their character types and the friction they’ve had so far but it’s so over the top, so dramatic without entirely earning it or giving it some time to breathe. They both have good points but neither has any interest in listening to the other and so we get the dramatic third act break up...

Which isn’t going to last because saving Jimmy is the next episode and he’ll likely learn the secret then as he yells at the two about being abandoned and left out and keeping secrets, from both of them, and then they’ll be sympatico. And being able to see that coming makes me not that excited for an episode of these characters just being mad at each other. I don’t mind angst, and some angst was always going to happen here, I just wish it didn’t feel... Hollow.

Which frankly comes from the pacing I think. The fact that we’re going to only spend twenty minutes about this angst and that the angst feels in character but not super well written, ESPECIALLY with Jimmy. Frankly, between this episode and last, I’m getting worried about how Jimmy will be written in general. I don’t want him to constantly feel like he’s just taking time away from what the show cares about. I may be a shipper but I want our main supporting member to ACTUALLY SUPPORT. Actually be a main character.

So while there is good stuff here, stuff that makes me wonder if I’m being too harsh just because it decided to make EVERYTHING miserable at the end of the episode... I don’t know. Consider me concerned.

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I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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Cursed Princess Club by Lambcat

Meet Gwendolyn – living proof that princesses don’t always have it all. See, although she lives in a castle and her father is the King, Gwendolyn isn’t like a movie princess, or even a fairly-tale princess. She’s got a big heart, but isn’t particularly attractive and doesn’t have a Disney-quality singing voice. But one night, she accidentally stumbles upon the twisted world of the Cursed Princess Club, and her life will never be the same. Hexed and cast out, the ladies of the club are just the people Gwendolyn needs to show her that just because she doesn’t “fit the mold” does not mean she’s any less of a princess.

Read to completion.

Wow.... Okay, first thing's first: it was a really good story. I love drama, and this series certainly had it. The Plaid Queen especially kept me on my toes frequently. Everything about her story... it was like she drove the drama lol. I love her. Anyway, the story itself was very charming, though it did feel as though it dawdled at some points (and to be fair, it's very possible that they only felt that way because reading on a weekly basis is far different from binge reading). Now, that said, let me admit something: I... honestly don't remember a lot of it. Not that it's forgettable by any means!! I just... have a bad memory. Reading for multiple years, with breaks included, just means that I'm bound to forget some things. So, sadly, unless I do a full reread, I won't be able to give a full and proper summary of my feelings on the story. Based on what I do recall, though, the story is very good!! Some of the jokes and humor is somewhat dated, but not horrifically so. I thought Gwen's journey to self acceptance and appreciation was beautifully done. I will say (unrelated to Gwen's journey), it felt like the small picture was occasionally lost to the big picture. Case in point being that the cast of the cursed princesses was thinned out significantly as time went on, and less time was spent in the club as well, to the point that we could almost forget about them all, which is sad. Not that I hate Gwen's journey, but I was genuinely very excited to see a story about cursed princesses, emphasis on the plural, and to see more of their daily lives with their curses. I was saddened that we didn't do that. Well, we did it for a short while, but I mean that I wanted to do it for longer, you know? Some of my favorite princesses were left at the wayside for pursuit of the bigger picture, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was kind of disappointing. Other than that, I've never been one who greatly enjoyed open ended endings, so the vague ending we got, while not bad, wasn't my favorite. It was a very well written ending, but I did want to know more, you know, wanted to see further in the future. What is Blaine's path like? Frederick's rule? Will Gwen move to the Plaid Kingdom to be his Queen one day? What of Maria's future? What about Lorena? Do any of the cursed club members ever break their curses? Did Jamie and Leopold have something? What about the ex-Plaid King, will he ever get to make amends? I don't know... the ending was good, but I wish it had more concrete future stuff. That's just a small opinion, though, and really just a nitpick. Anyway, as for things I enjoyed... I enjoyed the drama (as I said), the cast was strong and interesting, the various curses on the princesses were all pretty interesting and unique, Gwen's journey was well written, as was the start of the journey for Blaine, and Frederick's journey... there was a lot that was really well done! Overall, it was a very enjoyable webtoon, and it's sad it's ending. Thank you, Lambcat, for giving us this wonderful story. I would read it again.

#comedy #drama #february 2024 #started reading it way before that tho. probably at least a year or two ago.

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ritchieblackless · 3 years

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Cozy Powell's Top Ten Days

(I did my best to make it look as if it was scanned)

Cozy Powell is a busy man and we thought we'd ask him what he considered to be his best remembered days...

COLDEST-

"The very first time I ever went to Germany my van broke down and caught fire on the side of the Motorway, and the gig we were aiming for was 30 miles away. We got there eventually, but as we had intended sleeping in the van we hadn't booked a hotel and so we had to find an alternative, a railway station! It was December 1st and there was very thick snow, so it was absolutely freezing. To make matters worse it was the first time I'd ever been away from home and so I was homesick, cold, hungry and I couldn't speak a word of German, so when the police came to move us none of us could explain what we were doing there."

MOST EXPENSIVE-

"Buying my car, a Ferrari Dino, was a pretty expensive day for me. They cost six and a half thousand pounds new, but mine wasn't brand new so it cost me a little less!"

MOST FORGETFUL-

"I forgot my passport twice in the last month, which is something I never usually do. I got to London Airport and realised that I'd left it at home; home being 16 miles away, and as the plane was due to leave, even I couldn't have got back in time. Luckily, we were going to Holland and they can let you through without passport. However on the second occasion we were going to Belgium and we had to arrive at Gatwick Airport the night before as we were booked on a very early plane. I got there at midnight and discovered straight away that I'd forgotten it. So I had to drive all the way home again, about 100 miles each way. I finally arrived back at about 3.30 am. I don't remember much of the flight, as I slept the whole way there."

WETTEST-

"I was coming back from London on a motorbike, wearing just a pair of jeans, T shirt and a helmet, when suddenly a cloud burst. I was so drenched that I had to pour the water out of my boots."

HOTTEST-

"I played at the Roundhouse with Jeff Beck and we broke the house record, because apparently there were three times the number of people than there had been a few weeks before for The Rolling Stones. So there were over two thousand people and dozen of lights all around the stage. Just as I started my drum solo they turned four really big and hot lights on, aimed directly on to my back. So what with the intense heat in there already and the heat from the lights I practically passed out. I'm sure there was steam coming off my back!"

NAUGHTIEST-

"The first naughty thing that I ever did was when I was about six and I stayed away from school. I hid in the woods thinking that nobody would find me, and suddenly my next door neighbour rode past on a bike and saw me. The next thing I remember was being confronted by my headmistress!"

MOST MIRACULOUS-

"I was on the way to this interview in my Dino and I was coming round a bend at about 75 m.p.h.. but as I know this stretch of road so well it was a fairly natural thing for a racing fanatic like me to do! However, when I turned the corner the road was blocked solid with people digging it up. And about 200 yards in front of me was a big tipper lorry moving very slowly across the road. There was absolutely no sign to warn me, so I didn't have any time to slow down. There was nothing I could do but to aim for the gap behind the lorry, which I knew wouldn't be wide enough for the car. Luckily there was a bank and this gave me a bit more width. Miraculously I managed to make it through with two wheels on the road and two up the bank, and not one single scratch on the car or me."

EARLIEST MEMORY-

"I can remember being parked in a pram outside Woolworth on a rainy morning"

MOST DANGEROUS-

"I was skiing in Switzerland, and being a speed fanatic I was going too fast. Suddenly, on my right I noticed a deep ravine, so I had no choice but to veer left. I was only a learner and I was going so fast I really didn't think that I'd be able to manoeuvre myself away from the ravine but I'm still here today, so yet another miracle has occurred in my life!"

CLUMSIEST-

"I was at my uncle's house last week. He's rather wealthy and he has a fine collection of antiques. I was admiring one particular vase and I picked it up to examine it more closely. The next thing I knew it was on the floor in about ten pieces!"

#now you see why I say that the Earliest memory date is... rather odd than the others?#is like.. short... like not making a joke or a emphasis. he kept it short and somewhat defensive #cozy powell #don't kill me for my failed attempted to scan this #He WAS AN IDIOT... BE CAREFUL you dork #he was clumsy. he forget the things. he tell the 'near to death' experiences as if they were something funny. he... yes he's my soul mate #rainbow band

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hi I saw your requests were open if there not anymore you can completely ignore this :). but could you do a boyfriend!peter x reader where he loves it when reader gives him those little kisses on his nose and freckles with head scratches please. feel free to change or completely ignore this <3

thousands of tiny stars

pretend i haven’t used this

warnings: a couple suggestive jokes but the rest is just floofy fluff

a/n: i got carried away as per usual and i did end up changing it a tiny bit :/ emphasis on tiny tho lmfhsjfh you’ll see ! either way i hope you enjoy mwah

one thing about peter is that he absolutely can’t sit still under any given circumstances. he’s restless, like a burning ball of energy that’s brightness never dims.

because of this, he tries to and needs to keep himself occupied and be kept occupied every second of every day.

it’s sometimes playing with his fingers or your own, which peter prefers because he gets to hold your hand. other times, it’s tapping his favorite pink glitter pen relentlessly against the kitchen table while he conjures up homework answers.

aunt may isn’t very fond of that one.

this time, it’s constantly shuffling about the couch in the name of finding comfort.

peter starts off with an arm around your shoulders and a content grin on his face. you two agreed on mean girls for the first movie of your marathon, your head resting against peter’s chest as the tv steals your attention.

a few minutes in, peter decides he feels like being held rather than holding you. he sneaks his way down your body, lets himself nudge your thighs to wordlessly communicate what he wants. you of course oblige and switch positions accordingly.

peter lays his head in your lap, taking the opportunity to stare up at you instead of at the screen.

he finds himself shifting around again not too much later. now laying on the couch’s armrest on his side, he kicks his feet into your lap where his head just was.

you’re becoming slightly annoyed with his fidgeting. his explanations of sorry, just trying to get comfortable and innocent smiles are what stop you from complaining.

“that’s strike three, parker,” you joke, eyes leaving the movie to fix on him. peter crosses his arms over his chest. “i dunno what you’re talking about, y/l/n,” he insists. “i haven’t done anything remotely strike-worthy so far this evening.”

flicking his sock clad foot, you mutter your response. “debatable.” peter dismisses you with a huff. “whatever. c’mere… i miss you.” he makes grabby hands for you, like the big baby he is.

it’s quite endearing, though.

“i’m right here, pete,” you laugh out and return your gaze to mean girls. “and yet, you’re so far,” peter counters. “come gimme cuddles.”

you sigh lightheartedly, your ever so clingy boyfriend still reaching out for you. a smirk pulls at your lips.

“well, there’s an offer i can’t refuse.”

peter adjusts so he’s sitting criss cross, bouncing excitedly in his spot. his chocolate brown curls fall in all directions, form being swallowed by an oversized stark industries hoodie that he keeps having to roll up the sleeves of.

he looks so soft and snuggly in anticipation of your cuddle session. you can’t believe you were ever annoyed at him.

slightly annoyed.

he’s so eager that when you scoot the tiniest bit towards him, he literally pulls you into his lap. peter’s arms hug you around your lower back, you laughing quietly as he peppers a trail of kisses from your cheek to the side of your neck.

the movie long forgotten about, you wind your arms around his neck and tilt your chin up.

“pete?” you breathe out. peter pecks your cheek once more, then your other, beaming. “yeah, babe?” he wonders. with a half serious half teasing glare, you wonder, “are you comfy now?”

peter ponders your question, and from the skeptical furrowing of his eyebrows and biting of his lip, you have your answer. he’s about to make you regret asking.

it seems that as soon as you settle, peter gets antsy.

“uh, actually…” he strokes his thumb along the underside of your chin, smiling apologetically. “you mind if we lie down? ‘m kinda tired.” there it is. you roll your eyes. “how could you not be? you’ve been playing musical chairs all night.”

your words earn a chuckle from peter, though they’re at his expense. “this’ll be the last round, promise,” peter swears and seals the deal with a kiss to your chin, which is currently grasped between his fingers.

you know it won’t be. the game goes on forever with peter, unless you end it yourself.

“damn right, bug boy. move another inch after this and you can consider your cuddle privileges revoked,” you grumble, getting off of peter’s lap. he stares at you in pure horror, gasping. “you wouldn’t…” “i would,” you correct him.

not aiming to test that theory, peter quickly fumbles around and lays flat against the cushions. he wills himself to be stiff as a board. you seem satisfied with that, climbing on top of him with your face hovering above his.

peter sets his hands on your hips, grip strong. he closes the space between you both with a short kiss. you reciprocate and deepen it, turning short to long as your parted lips slot with his. his tongue darts out, already skimming over your bottom lip for more access.

you hum into his mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. peter kisses you so tenderly as he rubs circles on your hips, your fingers tangling in his locks simultaneously. you weave them up to his roots, using your nails to gently scratch at his scalp just the way he likes. he breaks the kiss to let out a noise close to a moan.

“that- that… oh, god yeah,” peter praises, his eyes fluttering closed. you’re amused at how easily pleased he is. “don’t cream your pants yet, pete. i’m just getting started,” you purr. peter squeezes your hips in response. “feels better than an orgasm, babe. i’m serious, too,” he murmurs.

you continue your handiwork in his hair and lean in for another kiss. peter merely pecks your lips before jerking away.

“wait, hold that thought,” he exhales a breathy laugh. “i gotta pee.”

he has to be kidding. again with this?

“oh no, you don’t,” you deadpan, pushing against his shoulders to hold him down. “oh yes, i do,” peter retorts. “let me go, y/n/n.”

peter could definitely slither out from underneath you if he truly wanted to. he has super strength, so the might of his teenage girlfriend doesn’t quite compare.

pinning him in place, you straddle his waist. “nope, you’re gonna stay. i’m not giving you a choice in the matter.” peter attempts to pry you off of him, but you won’t budge. “y/n, my bladder is gonna explode-“

he cuts himself off with a giggle when your lips begin to attack him. you kiss down the bridge of his nose lightly, peck each freckle dotting his skin, and the amount of them is infinite. peter’s fit of giggles continues as you smooch that pretty face of his, his cheeks dusted pink and hands coming up to support you by your sides.

he’s always been a little insecure about his freckles. they don’t suit him, there are too many of them, blah blah blah. you obviously couldn’t disagree more. you think they’re sick.

you’d once even told him they look like thousands of tiny stars, and peter does love stars. he also loves the kisses you tend to randomly surprise him with to remind him to appreciate his freckles the same way you do.

“okay, okay! i’ll stay!” peter concedes, you ruffling his hair and pressing a final kiss to the tip of his nose. he grins despite himself, and secretly wishes you wouldn’t stop. “but, if my kidneys fail… it’s on you.”

you pat his chest definitively.

“good thing you’re a fast healer.”

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poguestvff · 3 years

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CALL ME BACK P. 2 — JJ MAYBANK

in which, JJ and Y/n finally reconcile whilst sat on the bathroom floor

taglist | masterlist | 1.8k words

warning(s): very small descriptions of wounds, angst if you squint, fluff, for the most part, and nothing else i dont think. she/her pronouns part one !!!

The ringing of the phone beside her hadn't made y/n budge instantly. She wasn't expecting a call, her parents knew where she was and who she was with, her friends knew where she was and who she was with. she didn't exactly think there was a reason for a phone call so she let it ring. When a soft ding followed it, the boy beside her let out a sigh.

She raised from the bed, sitting up as she stretched her arms above her head. Y/n picked up her phone from the small table as she noticed the photo she had tried posting finally went through, the tagging of Topper's account making his phone go off as well. She swiped down to the notification center, finding a voicemail from JJ. Her heart seemed to sink within her chest momentarily. She hadn't seen that name in a couple of days, hadn't come in contact with him in a couple of weeks.

It wasn't something she wanted, it was something she needed. Something they needed; Space from one another. She should've seen it coming, hurdling at her at a rapid pace since the time they'd began dating, but she ignored just about every sign until it was right in front of her. She never blamed him, she never would blame him. Y/n understood he had a troubled time showing affection, he was her best friend after all, she knew him in and out, there was no reason to not hold a candle to his name.

Seeing his name made a mountain of things run through her head. Questions upon questions on whether she should listen but a gut feeling made her decision final as she lifted the device to her ear. "Uh, hey. Hey, Y/n/n." She could hear the shakiness, the sound of hesitance that wavered within his voice. "I don't know why I called... Yes, I do. I just really need someone right now and—and everyone's gone. I didn't know who to call except you. Just... just if you get a minute call me back." Then the line went silent.

She looked over to Topper, the boy sleeping sound beside her on his stomach previously though now he lay, staring right back at her. "Was that maybank?" He asked in a groggy tone, a yawn following as he rubbed at his eyes. She hummed, pushing her legs over the side of the bed. "Why did he call?"

"I uh... he didn't say." she said in a low, confused tone, holding the phone in her lap. She couldve called him back, she probably should've. But she didn't know how she'd react if she heard his voice and have to listened to his pained tone again. She typed out several different messages, all in preparation to send but she couldn't decide on which one immediately.

"It's too early, just go back to sleep." Topper said, pulling lightly at the back of her shirt. She looked over her shoulder to him, seeing a tired smile on his face that she didn't reciprocate. "What?"

"I really have to go, Top." She told him as he let out a sigh, turning over on to his back to stare at the ceiling. "He needs me—"

"Just like how Pope needed you to come to dinner the other day or like how Kiara needed your help to chose an outfit."

She clicked her teeth, shaking her head as she stood, setting the phone on the bed. "Don't be an ass." She muttered, grabbing her hoodie from the floor as she threw it over her head. "This is different."

"Tell me how it's different."

"It's JJ! That's how it's different." She exclaimed, hands tossing up before settling at her hips. "If he needs someone and I'm the person he calls, it's not for a dinner date and it's not fashion advice. it's because he genuinely needs someone."

She wasn't quite sure why Topper was so upset over this. they weren't dating, they were just close friends. Friends who spent the night together, watching comedy movies until they cried of laughter. Nothing more, she didn't doubt that for a second. Especially when she knew even when she did these things with JJ, there was always the happy, bubbly feeling within her that didn't feel the same with Topper.

And so the boy rolled his head over to her, fingers thumping against his chest. She couldn't tell what was going on in his head. He hadn't looked angry and there wasn't a frown on his face. It almost looked like he was expecting this, expecting her to defend JJ, tooth and nail. "Then go, y/n."

He looked like he had more to say, like he was biting his tongue, but if he had, he kept those thoughts to himself. "I will." She said, grabbing her phone and her keys, placing them in her back pocket to leave the thornton house.

She sat in the drivers side, pulling her phone from her pocket as the second she'd opened it, JJ's contact was still there. She still hadn't decided on what to send and so she finalized her messaging that she was on the way, sending that she was on her way and a heart. Which, ironically, was the same heart, once again, that they had sent weeks ago before for the last time in their last and final text conversation.

Driving the direct route that she'd known to the chateau had made her stomach feel unnerved. She’d recognized every turn, every stop sign, and the dirt road leading up to the plot. Finding that the front door was not properly closed, clearly slammed as she remembered that the screen was missing a screw causing it to need to be closed slow. The creaky door made someone in the house move as Y/n entered. "JJ?" She asked, making her way further into the home. "Jay, it's just me."

Another noise came from the bathroom as she moved around the corner, seeing JJ sat on the floor. The back of his head was against the wall and his eyes were closed though soft tear streaks shined across his cheeks from the way the light hit them. He opened his eyes finally, only side eyeing Y/n as she stood at the doorway. "i'm sorry."

"Don’t even think about apologizing." She said, pushing his feet back lightly to open the bottom cabinet, finding the medicinal items she needed. She sat in front of him, her knees digging into the hard wood floor below them. She could feel his eyes on her every move while she poured the alcohol onto a small hand towel. "This is gonna sting."

"I know." He replied, a sad smile coming on her face as she began to clean up the small cuts on his cheeks and the split lip. Her opposite hand held his chin lightly, dragging the towel lightly over his skin. She avoided all eye contact, he knew that for a fact as his eyes darted around her face.

She sat back on her ankles as she pointed at his shirt. He nodded, arms raising though wincing in the process as she rushed to his aid, helping him pull the dirty tee from over his head. The bruises that had become more prominent in the time of him waiting on the floor had caused for a heavy feeling to settle in her chest but she didn't say a thing, continuing to work in silence to help ease his pain just enough, leaving at one point to grab a cold beer from the fridge to place against his abdomen since there wasn't a single thing in the freezer other than the quarter filled ice tray.

"So...you and Topper." He said as she tilted his head to the side to clean the blood from the side of his jaw. She gave him a rather chagrined glare. "Sorry, just looking out."

"You don't have to look out anymore." She mumbled as he frowned. "And no... Topper and i— never." she cut herself off.

He went silent for a second, feeling the way her short nails scratched at the side of his cheek lightly. "You’re wrong." he said, suddenly, in Y/n's opinion as she gave him a confused look. "i always have to look out for you. like... like how you're doing right now."

"That’s different." She said for the second time that day.

"You wanna tell me how?"

She sighed, placing her hands in her lap as she sat back. "It just is, JJ. I’m sitting here cleaning your stupid... wounds like old times. This is nothing new."

"And because you and topper's friendship is new, it's different?" he asked. She placed her hands over her face, letting out a low groan against them. "It it's different because we're exes? Because you and Topper dating shouldn't be any of my concern now? News flash, you and Topper even remotely being friends was one of my concerns when we were friends."

She moved her hands from her face, staring at him. "No. what? No, what are you talking about? I didn't even come here to argue about topper, I don't get why it's even a topic right now." she said, her voice faltering near the end before she began leaning forward again to place a bandaid over his cheek.

"Because you know..." he trailed as she didn't even bother stopping. "You’re not... his."

"So what? I’m yours, is that what you're insinuating?" she asked, collecting the trash into her hand.

He didn't answer immediately, fiddling with his fingers in his lap instead. "Yeah." He mumbled. it was clear to him that she had not expected that answer. She stopped, pulling back again, so they could look directly at one another. "I didnt just call you because I could, I called you cause I needed you. I couldve called anyone but I called you because you know me best and i know you best. I know you well enough that you'd drop whatever you were doing for me. That's selfish, yes, but I needed you. Not want, need. A want would be that i want you back."

He was right because that's exactly what she did. And she knew him well enough to see the way he suck his shoulders just slightly in fear of what she'd say next. What she did next. Y/n's hands moved to rest on both of his cheeks, leaning forward to press a light kiss to his forehead before hugging him to her chest. "It didn't work out the first time." She told him in a lower tone.

"That was a trial run, i know what not to do." It was a joke, she knew. He had terrible timing. She heard the emphasis on the ‘I’, implying that he was the only one who made mistakes with the relationship. She let out a very minimal laugh at this, shaking her head at his antics.

She pulled back, running her thumb over the bandaid on his cheek. "We know what not to do." She correct him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips that he returned.

And within that moment, They both knew they were neither a want or need for one another. They were both.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #jj maybank #obx #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank angst

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iamwhoami · 3 years

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Amazing (One Chicago)

One Chicago

Connor Rhodes knows just what to say to Y/N after Sean Roman breaks up with her.

Warnings: Heartbreak?

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

"Are we still up for tonight?" You tilted your head to keep the phone wedged in between your ear and shoulder.

"I don't know..." Sean's voice cracked through the phone and you realized that he was actually outside, "Not sure when I'll get off tonight."

You pursed your lips but understood where Sean was coming from. You both worked long shifts at strange hours so finding time where neither were working was a challenging task.

"Okay, well just keep me posted," You said and you heard Sean chuckle.

"Will do."

Sean hung up and you sighed, unable to ignore the strange twisty feeling in your gut. Something felt wrong, but you couldn't understand why.

You didn't have time to dwell on it long though as Maggie called you and Dr. Rhodes over for an incoming trauma.

~~~

It had been a terrible day. You had lost not only one, but two of your patients today. Logically, you knew that it wasn't your fault, that their injuries were just too severe.

That didn't make it hurt any less though.

All you wanted to do was go home and snuggle Sean on the couch while a cheesy romantic movie played on the TV.

Despite this though, you found yourself standing outside the hospital, not making any move to get into your car and drive yourself home.

The cool air felt good against your skin and you let out a huff of air, watching the misty fog escape your mouth.

"Rough day huh..."

You turned your head to see Connor approach to stand next to you.

"Yeah..." You took a deep breath, "You could say that."

Connor shoved his hand into his pockets, watching the cars pull out of the parking lot and drive away with you.

"You're just going to stand here?" Connor asked, "After the day we've had?"

You chuckled softly, "I guess I am..."

"Is everything going okay with you and that cop?" Connor's voice was slightly strained.

You nodded, "Yeah...yeah it's nothing like that...I'm just reflecting today I guess."

"As we all should," Connor agreed, "Well, you have yourself a good night Y/L/N."

You smiled, "You too."

And with that, Connor turned around and left.

~~~

You left shortly after Connor did, the cold air getting to you. When you got back to your apartment, you sat in your car for another five minutes, your brain a mush of thoughts.

Completely exhausted, you trudged to the elevator, subconsciously pressing the button to your floor.

Fumbling with your keys, you searched for the right one before jabbing it into the apartment door.

"I'm home!" You tiredly called out as you entered, tossing your bag aside, "Man, has it been a rough day."

You weren't sure what you were expecting to see but it wasn't Sean standing there, a very serious expression on his face.

"Are you breaking up with me?" You joked, sliding off your shoes and hanging up your coat.

You meant it as a joke. A joke. It had been a long day and you were trying to lighten your mood.

The colour drained from your face though when you saw the look on Sean's face, "No...you're kidding."

"Y/N," Sean started and you immediately knew what was going to happen by his tone.

"What?" Your voice was barely audible but it could be heard, "Why?"

Sean shook his head, "It's not you Y/N...I just-"

"Save it," You put up your hand, "I've had quite the day Sean...I don't want to hear the reasons right now."

You weren't sure what you wanted Sean to say. Maybe you wanted him to fight you. To still show that he still had some love for you.

He didn't though.

With an awkward nod, Sean walked towards the door and just like that, he was gone.

You didn't realize it was possible, but you were even more drained and exhausted than before and as you collapsed on the couch, you realized just how shitty today was.

Maybe you should have been feeling heartbroken, maybe you should have been feeling hurt. You weren't though.

You were just tired.

~~~

The heartbreak set in the next morning, after you had a well-rested night.

You had woken up and rolled over, still expecting to feel the warmth coming from Sean's body.

What you felt instead was empty sheets.

Your heart ached and you seriously contemplated calling in sick. You couldn't understand why Sean would break up with you and though you did regret not letting him explain the night before, you sure weren't going to call him to ask.

If he wanted to end things then fine.

So be it.

Perhaps that was for the better that you still had to work today. At least you could keep yourself busy.

"Dr. Y/L/N!" Connor greeted you with a smile as you entered the ED, "I hope you good sleep because I could use another pair of eyes on one of my patients."

"Of course," You quickly agreed, this was just what you needed, "I would love to help."

Perfect.

~~~

"That was some great work in the OR today," Connor caught up with you on your way back to the ED, "Look, I totally get it if you don't want to, especially you know with Sean and stuff but I'd love to buy you a drink after shift. Just a celebratory one of course."

You chuckled softly, "Don't even worry about the celebratory emphasis. We broke up."

"Oh..." Connor stopped short, suddenly unsure of what to say. Did you need consolation? Maybe you were the one to break it off, "I"m sorry...I didn't know."

You waved it off, trying to seem indifferent, "Don't worry about it. The train of life moves on whether I'm on it or not, right?"

"Right..." Connor shifted awkwardly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"But I will gladly take up on your offer for a drink if it still stands," You tried to ease the tension.

Connor smiled, "Of course it still stands."

"I will meet you at Molly's after shift then," You cracked a grin and Connor's smile broadened.

"Sounds good."

~~~

You tugged your jacket closer around your body as you walked from your car to Molly's.

You weren't sure why, but for some reason, your heart thumped nervously against your chest. This wasn't some date or anything.

Just a celebratory drink to celebrate a successful surgery.

When you walked into Molly's, the first thing you saw was Herrmann and Kidd from 51 talking to Will and Natalie at the bar.

Then you saw Sean...and then Kim.

You were a little hurt and maybe a little envious seeing Kim cozying up to Sean like that. His arm was wrapped around her frame protectively and your heart skipped a beat when you remembered how he used to do that with you.

"Y/N!"

You turned your head to where your name came from and a smile graced your face when you saw Connor waving you over

"I'm glad you showed up," Connor said as you walked over and checked his watch, "I was beginning to worry that you had changed your mind and I would have to drink alone."

"Don't worry," You laughed, "I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."

Connor dipped his head and raised his glass slightly, "Good to know."

You slid onto the stool and within moments, Herrmann was asking you what you wanted to drink.

You ordered and when Connor told Herrmann to add it to his, you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from protesting after Connor shot you a no-nonsense glare.

Once you had your drink, Connor began talking but truthfully, you weren't listening much, just nodding along. Your eyes kept trailing away from Connor, sneaking glances at Sean and Kim together as they laughed at something Natalie had said.

"You know, I wouldn't take it personally if you wanted to call it a night," Connor's voice suddenly broke through your trance, "It has been a long day."

You blushed sheepishly, "I'm sorry-"

"No need," Connor cut you off, "I'm sure we have all felt heartbreak before."

"I know..." You nodded, "It's just...it was so abrupt...I don't know what happened? How did I not notice that things weren't right? That it had gotten to the point where Sean wanted to end it?"

Connor shrugged, "Does it matter now?"

His words caught you off guard. You weren't sure what to say. Honestly, you weren't even completely sure what he meant.

"I mean, why stress on it now," Connor clarified, picking his words carefully, "You're smart, kind, caring...not to mention a talented surgeon...he's an idiot to pass up on someone like you."

You smiled softly, "Thank you..."

"It's the truth," Connor took another gulp of his drink, "It's his loss if you ask me."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sean glance over at you and you could tell that he was watching you. You ignored him though, knowing he didn't deserve the worth of your time.

"I am really glad I took you up on this," You raised your drink a little, "Now...can we just talk about how amazing we were today in the OR?"

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ceruleanchillin · 3 years

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5 Day Stay

| Or, Angel down bad for a week |

Angel x F!Reader

Warnings: language, infidelity, Angst (?), lil bit chili spice at the end

Mon:

Angel felt he was too young to consistently feel so bone-tired, yet that’s how his day had been ending for weeks now. Sometimes it was all he could do to get off his bike and make it to the door, only to have to rest his head against it to prepare to make it to the couch and collapse.

Tonight was one of those nights, and he wanted to be dead to the world until it dragged him back into it.

It was the smell of mixed spices that hit him first. It felt like he was in suspended animation, and slowly being released as different things started to register to him.

His TV was on, someone was rummaging through his kitchen, and music played faintly from his desk. Thinking back to the last time an unwanted guest was in his kitchen, he placed a hand on the holstered knife fastened to his back.

The fridge door closed, and you appeared in the window, eyes focused intently on whatever you were cooking on the stove.

He exhaled, feeling like complete shit. It only spoke to how weary his mind was that he could forget you were staying with him for the next week. Especially after the conversation that led to it.

“I don’t know Angel…really I can afford a motel for a few days.”

“Here? Rusted-through pipes will be the last thing your landlord is worried about when you bring back bedbugs and shit.”

Your eyes had widened at that, but still you brought up the thing that had been chained to your hesitation. “I mean….do you think it’s ok to do this? After we…Nails..Ang-“

He remembered a flash of irritation, more so at himself than you, when you said that. “Yes querida, fuck. If you’re so scared, I most likely won’t even be there the way things are going. Nails is out of town til’ next weekend…”

“Relax Ignacio.” you had cut your eyes at him, and he’d felt his dick jump like it did whenever you gave him attitude. “I’m just not trying to be a problem.”

Your voice calling his name brought him to the present. He caught the last part of your statement, that you didn’t know he’d be back.

“Yeah, we got in earlier than expected.”

“While you’re standing there like a weirdo, let me shame you real quick. How does a man in his thirties still have the kitchen of a frat boy?” You leaned on the sill of the divider. “You’re lucky I already knew you were sad in the kitchen. I had to bring my own tagine.”

He stepped into the kitchen, his stomach coming alive with interest. “One, I don’t know what that is, two, I can’t help it if the kitchen isn’t my preferred room of work.”

He peeked over your shoulder, but the unique pot kept him from seeing what you were making.

“Neither is the bedroom, unless that work is piling up dirty laundry.” you stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to your simmering dish.

“Ha ha. Dinner and a show, she does it all folks!” he collapsed at the table, the day catching back up with him. “Should put your ass on the club’s payroll. End the cashflow problem real quick.”

You turned to him, concern etched on your face. “I heard from Hank about that…sorry. I know now isn’t a great time for that at all.”

Things got awkward like they always did when you referenced the recent changes of his life. He wasn’t sad about getting another chance at fatherhood, this one more tangible than the last. However, he wasn’t entirely sold on everything he’d accepted along with it, and he was pretty sure you at least suspected that. It threw the previously comfortable confusion that was your relationship off track when it was touched on.

“No, it’s not.” was all he could manage.

It was quiet for a beat, the simmering of the food and quiet Neo Soul the only sounds.

“Well,” you started, turning off the burner. “At least you don’t have to eat like a ‘we got food at the house’ meme for once.”

He laughed, a genuine and needed laugh. “Ok, you know what? Keep talking about my pantry stocking skills, and I might take it personally.”

The rest of his night went that way. Anytime you and Angel got together, things were just…easy…better. You spent the evening eating in front of the TV (Angel getting all the way to thirds for what turned out to be olive chicken and roasted potatoes), trading jokes, and going over the finer points of Golden Girls. Angel learned you took it very seriously, and mocked you for being “old”.

It wasn’t until you were nodding off, and he was left with his own thoughts, that he realized he hadn’t enjoyed coming home this much since he moved in.

Tues:

Angel had dreamed he’d been back in his childhood home, but as a grown man. There was music coming from his parent’s room, and when he got to the doorway, his mom was at her dressing table. She hummed along to the soulful seventies music and smiled at him from the mirror. She said something, but he couldn’t make it out, and woke up in the frustration.

He jerked up from his position on his stomach, and slowly came to. With a grunt he wiped his hand down his face, glancing at his phone to find it was six in the afternoon.

It then occurred to him the music wasn’t just in his dream, it was coming from his bathroom. He got off the couch and followed the sound.

“Hey coma head.” you grinned at him from where you were doing your makeup.

He shook his head, trying to let go of the last vestiges of the dream, and how eerie the scene before him was.

He focused instead on the nightmare of products and alien looking tools surrounding you.

He kind of liked the mess, even if he couldn’t see the counter anymore.

“Hey hurricane Ulta.”

You made a face that was a cross between being amused and suspicious. “You sleep in your jeans and buy your shirts in pack form. Don’t act like you know what that is.”

He made a face of mock offense. “That’s so classist.”

This time you paused completely in you what you were doing and twisted your body to meet him. “Uh oh…let me find out you’re actually learning something from EZ.”

“Angel Reyes can know something about something, damn.”

You laughed, lowering your hands from where you’d been lining your eyes to avoid a mistake. “I’m only teasing you Angel Reyes.”

“Looks like you plan on teasing more than me. Some clown is gonna get his hopes and tiny dick up for nothing.”

“There’s this new club in the city that Belinda’s getting us into. It’s bad luck to buy your own drinks on the first night at a new place.” you adjusted the bodycon mini-dress for emphasis. “You doing anything?”

“Club shit.” he started picking through the products, sniffing them every so often. “Then I think I’ve got a call with Nails at some point.”

“You think?” you popped his hands when he got too close to the good stuff, or the things you were using currently.

“Yeah..I think.” he shrugged, only realizing how short he sounded when you winced.

He didn’t know why he got so annoyed when she was brought up around you. He wasn’t like that with anyone else, and he knew you were only trying to support his incoming changes.

“Ok..”

Awkward silence settled in before he found the words to break it.

“Why do you wanna know? You want me to be that clown?”

“Never.” you pinched his cheek, tone pure saccharine jest.

He muttered in Spanish, stepping around you to the toilet.

“Angel!” you exclaimed.

“What?! It’s my bathroom, I have to piss.”

“You better never make me angry Reyes, I could end your whole Casanova game with ease."

Wed:

“You holding on a little tight there mami!” Angel called over his shoulder with a laugh. “You said go fast."

“Shut up!” you giggled, but he wasn’t lying.

You’d asked Angel to take you to work on his bike since even though you spent so much time with bikers, you hardly got to ride one. You were going to the same place anyways. He had been all too happy to shake up his commute, but your speed challenge took it over the top.

He didn’t know how you were up so early, he personally felt like the bags under his eyes were like a PEZ dispenser. You’d gotten in at two am, and still got up with him at eight.

He loved watching you in the morning, you managed to be cheerful without being obnoxious, and it worked better than coffee for him.

He loved how much he was learning about you.

As he pulled onto the street beside the cafe you’d asked him to stop at, he felt your arms uncoil from around him. He may have pretended to shift just to make you pause and hold him a few seconds longer, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge that.

“I didn’t scream, and I’m not shaking, so you still have to buy my breakfast.” You unclipped your helmet, grinning the whole time.

You looked so pretty to him, with the sun hitting your eyes and hair just right. He could catch you at just the right moment, and you’d look so gorgeous, he struggled to believe you were real.

He cleared his throat, afraid his voice would crack if he didn’t. “Fair enough, come break my pockets then.”

You laughed, squeezing his chin and pointing out his pout. “You don’t even have to tell me once sir, I know my worth.”

Once inside, he trailed after you to the counter, using your head like an arm rest when you reached it. “That’s good.”

“Boy!” You swatted his hand away, and it was his turn to laugh at your adorable pout.

“New bet,” he stepped around you while the customer ahead of you wrapped up. “If I get your entire order just right, you buy lunch.”

“Deal.” you leaned on the counter, eyebrow raised at him in challenge.

Angel knew the best part of his day would be watching your expression go from smug to shocked out of the corner of his eye. He nailed every pastry, the iced coffee, and their preparation with ease.

The simultaneously impressed and amused barista looked to you for confirmation. She got a shocked nod in response.

“I know my worth too mama, so don’t skimp on lunch.”

“Fair enough.” You shook off your shock as you repeated his earlier words and shrugged. “Can’t complain I guess. I trained my work husband too well.”

He scoffed loudly, and the two of you went back to swapping smart ass barbs while he tried to ignore the lingering dip his stomach did when referred to him as “husband”.

Thurs:

Angel was a grown man, with years of grown man experience, yet he was sitting on the edge of his bed feeling like a teenager again.

The end of your stay was nearing, and every time he thought about you going back home, he felt weird. He was pretty sure that’s why he’d been a little snappy and annoyed easily at the club the past couple days. He just wasn’t ready to delve into that too much.

Regardless, he had to admit you had some growing effect over him. All morning, while he should’ve been resting and preparing for a charter visit, he was fighting off hard-ons thanks to you.

“Can I borrow your kitchen for the day Angel?” He mimicked your voice in a nasally mocking tone. “I’ll save you some when I’m done baking.”

He’d thought nothing of it when you asked the night before. Really didn’t even feel like you had to at that point.

He realized why when he saw that the desserts you were making for your friend’s brunch were elaborate as hell. The effort took all your attention, and unfortunately for him, his too.

You were baking a lot more than dessert and didn’t even know it.

Now he was hiding in his room, fighting off arousal he knew wasn’t appropriate. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

That didn’t change the fact that you in a short silk lounge set, singing in French (how the hell did you know French?), doing domestic things in his home, did it for him.

He ran a hand over his hair, still damp from his cold shower, and forced himself to finish getting dressed. He had to be ready to face a room of dangerous bikers and prove his patched in worth. He couldn’t be thinking of weird little fantasies and parallels to his parent’s marriage.

He must’ve zoned out again, because you startled him enough to almost make him hit his wardrobe.

“Oh my god Angel try this! I think I did magic.” You excitedly thrust a red cookie his way.

Angel took the offered treat, and found it was a red velvet cookie. “It’s fucking good mi dulce.”

“Really?” You looked so hopeful, so beautiful, that he would’ve lied if the situation called for it.

“Yes, but you know you kill it in the kitchen.” He turned away to put on the flannel he’d fished out.

Now you were in his personal space, smelling amazing, and all his senses were under attack. He couldn’t trust Angel jr. at the moment.

“Baking is different. It’s a whole thing for me...I go all in.”

“I noticed your little Broadway production in my kitchen.” He kneeled down, pretending to look for his shoes as something to do while you were there.

“Don’t shame me.” You pressed your foot into his back, gently pushing him. “It makes for better results.”

‘shit.’ He cursed mentally at the contact.

Luckily, he heard you turn to leave the room. “Oh, EZ said to tell you to hurry up or pick up your phone.”

He rose up once you were gone and checked his phone. Sure enough, he had several missed calls and texts from Gilly, Coco, and EZ. He cursed aloud this time and finished getting ready, determined not to get distracted again.

Of course, his boys having to physically come in and get him when he did just that destroyed that promise.

Fri:

It had come down to the last night of your stay with him, and what he thought was a favor to a good friend, turned out to be more for his benefit.

The hell with the club seemed so far away when he was home now, and he’d laughed more times that week than he had the previous few months total.

Tonight though… Tonight had him so in his head he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

You, sensing something was going on with him, had invited EZ and Felipe to dinner. He didn’t know how you got the latter to agree, his dad had never even been in his home before, but you did it. It went over a hell of a lot better than the last time they tried it too.

The missteps that reared their head when his family tried to talk to each other at length were mitigated by you. You were the perfect buffer, able to get them to engage with you and then each other.

He saw his family in an unfamiliar, but favorable light. His father was actually enjoying his time with him in his house. He knew that night wouldn’t have happened if not for you.

Now, as he distractedly dried the dishes you’d washed, listening to you hit all of the high notes in Loving You, it hit him.

‘She should be my wife’ the thought came so quick, and was so loud he almost jumped, confused if it came from him or someone else.

“Hey dishwasher-less!” you nudged him with your hip. “Move those hands.”

“Why can’t we be a thing?” he blurted.

You dropped the silverware you’d been washing, eyes wide and focused on him. “Um..excuse m-…what?”

He knew that wasn’t the most tactful way to introduce his thoughts to you, but it was his way. Fuck…he didn’t even understand them fully himself.

“You heard me querida,” he put the dish down on the counter, turning to you. “When I stayed with you that weekend that my head was all fucked up-“

“Angel.” your tone made it a warning, but he kept going. He was never afraid of a challenge.

“I was inside you so much that weekend I forgot that’s not how I came in this world. I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud, but I felt home cause I was with you-”

“Stop it!” you hit the sink, rattling the contents.

“Fuck that!” he shouted back, startling you both. He stayed silent for a moment before speaking in a calmer tone. “Fuck that. Why can’t we talk about it? Why couldn’t we talk about it then?”

You didn’t say anything, but he saw your chest heaving with adrenaline, and realized you were just as affected by the conversation as he was.

“You just decided it didn’t matter and put it in this space we can’t touch now. It’s all fucked up!”

“Because,” you hissed. “If you remember, it was all over that Adelita chick, and I don’t know what kind of hold she has or had over you, but it was deep.”

He cringed at that, and turned his attention to the light fixture over your head, unable to meet your heated gaze.

“Whatever feelings I have for you Angel, I put them away in a place where I can still be your friend and keep things in perspective.”

“Feelings you have for me?” he latched on to the lack of past tense, hopeful.

You inhaled sharply. “You are having a baby and just got engaged. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing..I mean a lot, but nothing to do with this. I know-“

“I know,” you pushed away from the sink and reached up to cup his cheeks. “That you’re scared Angel. You’re scared, because you’re gonna take two steps you’ve never taken before at once, and you’re trying to sabotage it.”

He shook his head, taking your hands from his face and holding them tightly in his own. “No..mi dulce, no. I’ve been struggling with this all week, longer if I’m being honest. Tonight sealed it.”

You snorted humorlessly, looking around the kitchen as if something in the room would help you get through to him. “I cook you some big boy meals, and treat your speakers to some musical taste, and you’re ready for vows?”

“Don’t put this all on me. Tell me you don’t feel it. Right here and now, to my face.”

He watched your expression soften, and let you put one hand back on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Ok, I can’t do that, but I also can’t just fall into a situation with you either.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “We both know we didn’t just fall into anything. We sat here and let it build and didn’t say shit, and now I have to. This week just made it too real not to.”

He placed his forehead to yours, his own hands cupping your face. “Please…”

He watched you have an internal battle by your changing features before you finally leaned into him. The moment you did, his lips were on yours.

He knew it was more than just a kiss a few seconds in. Everything he’d felt that the previous week was alive and confirmed between you too. He could feel you telling him you had moments like his own.

He palmed your thighs under your sundress before grasping them tightly and lifting you up. He placed you on the counter while you two separated for air. Your chests heaved in unison, and neither of you had to say you wanted the other touching you again before it happened.

He gripped your hair, tilting your head back for access to your neck. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter surrounded him as he worked his mark all over your skin.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pressed yourself against his jeans.

He hated he couldn’t feel the heat he knew was emitting from your core through the thick material of his jeans, and slid his other hand up your thigh to your panties.

Your entire body twitched when he ran his fingers over you through the thin cloth. It wasn’t just hot it was soaked.

“You need me that bad mami?” he pulled away from your neck, satisfied with his work, and beginning to work at his jeans.

“And quick.” you breathed into his ear, your tone and the sensation making him shudder.

The ache against his jeans didn’t need to be told twice to find its way into your heat. He slid your panties to side and pressed his thumb against you. You jumped, whimpering your need again, and he pulled your panties way from you.

You’d gotten them around one ankle before he was inside of you, and they were no longer your focus.

You clung to each other so tightly there’d be evidence on both of you.

In the quiet, he wondered if your mind was racing with the same thoughts that his was. What now? How do we get this again?

He pressed kisses to your cheek just as he started to move. You inhaled, your nails sliding down his back. Not quite catching the skin, but enough to set him on fire all the same.

He mapped out a rhythm by your whimpers and how you grasped at him until he crafted the right one.

This was the conversation he’d needed. Every thrust from him, every cry from you, every bit of give and take to heighten the other’s pleasure. The two of you were admitting that everything that was between you was deeper, realer than you’d wanted to admit. He loved you, and you loved him, and you were engraving that on one another.

The flirtation, the way you could be yourselves around each other, the heatless jabs. Good friends was always a ruse.

Your face was buried in his neck, and when he felt dampness he knew came from your tears, he hiked your legs higher, moving deeper.

You cried out so loudly it echoed in the kitchen, drowning out the soft crooning of an eighties songstress.

“I know baby, I feel it too.” his voice was choked by the threat of tears of his own.

He’d never been here before. Not with Adelita, not even close with Nails. He was terrified. Terrified for it to end because he never felt so good. Terrified for it to end because it might never happen again.

“Angel..” your voice sounded so small, but it was strong enough to anchor him back with you. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Let go,” he encouraged. “Let me have it querida.”

Your body seized up with your release, his name the only thing he caught in your unintelligible babble.

You clenched up repeatedly in the aftershocks, and that drug him over the edge with you, biting your shoulder.

His vision tunneled, pinpricks of pleasure traveling up and down his spine. Your hands smoothed up and down the area, and he realized it was because he was shuddering.

He gripped the counter for support, pulling back slowly. He was searching for a way to ask if he’d changed your mind, but the act hadn’t made words for his thoughts any easier to find.

It didn’t matter, before he could even speak you stopped him. Your eyes were glazed over with tears that had nothing to do with pleasure this time.

“That was all that I can give you Angel. It’s not right, none of this is, but it’s all I can give you.”

AN:

Am I the only one who wishes she had reference photos for their home/club layouts? Lol, it’s such a weird non-factor thing, but still. From memory, I’m pretty sure Angel only has one bedroom though.

No shade, no hate but this was partially inspired by how over Nails Angel looked when she was putting her back into it….🥴

I played with a few canon-timeline things + knocked the dust off my smut writing ability (I’m going under my humiliation rock now, no calls plz)

#angel reyes x reader #angel reyes #mayans mc #mayans imagine #reader insert

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emmyhem · 3 years

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good stupid (l.r.h)

a/n: hi again! this is a short and sweet luke x student fem!reader imagine, and my first time posting smut,, i’m planning on posting some angsty stuff pretty soon sooo i wanted to have something pretty fluffy up but as i wrote it became clear to me that smut would fit well. so with all that being said, i hope you enjoy - emmy <33 (p.s, requests are still open but i am working on quite a few already and they take me slightly longer to write than my own pieces because i want to be sure i’m doing them justice. but all requests are extremely appreciated as well as any feedback on my writing. and i’m always up to chat, if you ever have something on your mind, no matter how random :))

pairing: luke hemmings x student fem!reader

summary: an innocent but important secret sparks a competitiveness between you and your boyfriend, but it may end in both of your favor.

warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), cursing, but mainly just fluffy romantic sex

word count: 2.2k

Luke’s head was in your lap as you read from your textbook intently. Your eyebrows were tugged together and your lips pouted in concentration.

“You’re pretty.” he hummed, a sweet grin on his face.

You glanced down, scrunching your nose in fondness.

“You too.” you responded, poking his cheek.

“Stop, I’m blushing.” he joked, hiding his face behind his hands.

You laughed before turning your attention back to your studies, but Luke’s eyes remained glued to you only breaking contact occasionally to blink. You could feel his eyes on you, making it extremely hard to focus.

“Luke.” you scolded.

“What?” he whined.

“You gotta stop staring. I'm trying to study bub.”

“No can do, lovie. M’studying too.” he protested.

“And what are you studying?” you questioned.

“You.” he said matter of factly. “Happens to be my favorite subject.”

You pressed your lips together tightly to avoid smiling like an idiot. The two months you’d spent with Luke had been the best of your life, for the first time you felt like things were just right. It was as if you had been made for him and you kept finding yourself having to actively avoid blurting out the big L word. It was like it was always at the tip of your tongue threatening release, any time he would compliment you, or hug you tighter than normal, and it was especially hard when he kept looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

So caught up in your lovestruck haze, you hadn’t noticed that you had sat your book down next to you on the couch and were staring off into space.

Luke sat up and pulled you to his chest.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he poked, pressing a swift kiss to the top of your hairline.

“Just thinking.” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“Bout what? You gotta tell me I’m trying for an A in y/n studies.”

You laughed while shaking your head.

“I’m thinking about saying something stupid.” you said timidly, pulling out of Luke’s embrace to look him in the eyes.

“Good stupid or bad stupid?”

“M’not quite sure.” you answered, moving back into Luke’s arms.

His eyes flashed with mischief as he leaned away from you.

“I’ll give you a kiss if ya tell me.”

“I can get one of those whenever I want.” you replied, chasing his lips with your own.

“Nah, I think I’ll hold out for a while, can’t have you keeping secrets.”

You laughed, knowing how needy your boyfriend could get, “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

“Heyyy,” he drawled out. “No laughing, baby I’m serious. You won’t be getting any action till you spill.”

You just pretended to zip your lips shut and throw away the key in response before continuing your work. He would give in within the hour, you were sure of it.

This has been the longest 3 days of your life. You had no idea when kissing Luke had become such a big part of your everyday routine but it was becoming abundantly clear to you that it was.

Like this morning, when your alarm woke you up for class and you rolled over to kiss him without even thinking about it. You were centimeters away from making contact before a smile broke on Luke’s face and he rolled over to mumble,

“No kisses for you.” before closing his eyes once again.

Or when you dropped off lunch for the guys at the studio, you had been expecting at least a peck to express his gratitude for your favor, but all you got was a quick kiss on the back of your hand and a sly,

“Thank you, baby.”

Tonight you were determined, and there was no way in hell you would be the one to give in. You were cooking when he got home, freshly showered and wearing only one of his favorite shirts. Luke heard you before he saw you, humming to ABBA from the kitchen, he chuckled to himself before turning the corner.

“Hi baby.” you greeted, spinning on your heel while you sucked a bit of pasta sauce off your finger.

Luke groaned at the sight of you before sauntering over and wrapping his arms around your waist as you stirred your cooking pasta.

“You are making this extremely hard for me.” he hissed in your ear. Emphasis on the hard as he pressed himself against your back.

You squeezed your thighs together at the feeling but held your composure as you spun to face him.

“I dunno what you're talking about, Lu.”

“Tell me your secret and we can go upstairs.” he whined, tugging you away from the stove.

“And let my dinner get cold?” you teased, waving a disapproving finger.

As you finished cooking Luke sat at the table, his eyes following your every move.

“Food’s ready.” you announced as you pulled two plates from the cabinet.

When no response came you looked in his direction. He nodded and beckoned you forward with the curl of two fingers. You took a seat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What’s a matter, baby? Aren’t you hungry?” you cooed in his ear.

Luke clenched his jaw and ran a finger along your thigh, “I’m begging you to fess up. You’re looking way too pretty not to kiss and I don’t like to give in.”

“Me neither” you countered, your forehead pressed against his.

“Baby,” he whined.

“You really wanna know?” you said, your feet carrying you back to the counter as you got an unexpected surge of confidence.

“You have no idea.” he sighed from behind you. “Please put us both out of our misery, hm?”

“I love you.” you admitted, holding your breath as you stared at the marble countertop in front of you.

You could hear Luke stand up and felt his breath on the back of your neck within a second.

“That’s my secret.” you continued.

His hands ran down your sides before settling firmly on your hips, which he used as leverage to spin you in his direction. You kept your eyes to the floor once facing him but he was quick to change that, using his thumb and pointer to tilt your chin up. You looked up through your lashes to meet his eyes.

“And I love you more.” he returned. And there he went again with that look, as if you were his favorite thing in the entire universe.

You let out a sigh of relief, one that was cut short by Luke’s lips moving urgently against your own. You both seemed to melt into each other as his tongue worked its way into your mouth. He was quick to pick you up and set you on the counter, this way he wouldn’t strain his neck to kiss you. The kiss was breathy, needy, and exactly what your body had been craving for the past three torturous days.

“We are never ever doing that again.” he spoke into your mouth between kisses.

“Mhm.” you agreed as his hands groped at your thighs, pushing his shirt that you had on up in the process.

“Wrap your legs around me.” he instructed as you pulled away to breath.

“Lu, dinner.” you protested.

“I know, lovie. Later, I promise but right now m’hungry for something else and I can’t wait any longer.”

“Okay,” you agreed breathlessly, wrapping your legs around him tightly as he carried you into the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom he laid you out on the bed muttering out broken praises as he kissed down your neck.

“Hardest three days of my life.” he admitted as his hands slid under your shirt.

His palms were warm and rough on your skin and the only response you could muster was a soft whimper.

Once he found his way to your nipples you were a moaning mess beneath him.

“Off” you sighed, sitting up a bit so he could remove the shirt, leaving you completely bare.

He ran a finger down your stomach as he spoke, “So pretty for me, angel.”

You shuddered at his words feeling more needy by the second.

“Lu, please.”

“Feeling eager, baby? Me too. But I just wanna enjoy the girl I love for a bit.” he continued, as he settled between your legs.

Your heart skipped a beat at the word love, and you couldn’t help the dopey smile that appeared on your face.

He began peppering light kisses on your thighs each one slightly closer to where you needed him most. You started to squirm impatiently causing him to pull away and hover over your face,

“I love you.” he declared.

“I love you too.” you affirmed, straining your neck leaning to kiss him. Once you pulled away he grinned before returning to his previous position.

He wasted no more time before attaching his lips to your clit, working it furiously under his tongue.

Your head immediately threw back in pleasure, and if it weren’t for Luke’s hands holding you down you were sure your hips would’ve bucked up.

You were whimpering relentlessly as he hummed in content against you.

“Taste’s so good, baby. Missed this so much.”

You only mewled in response, feeling your first orgasm begin to creep up on you already.

“Lu,” you moaned, your hands finding his hair and tugging lightly causing him to grunt. “M’close.”

“Yea? Doing so good, wanna come for me, love?” he questioned, adding a finger as he continued the assault on your clit.

“Y-yes” you stuttered out, your breath catching in your throat as you reached your climax. You shook under Luke’s hold as he worked you through your orgasm.

As you recovered he nipped at your neck and left a trail of kisses up your jaw before finally reaching your lips. You kissed him sloppily still feeling hazy from the pleasure.

“Gonna let me take you?” he cooed, continuing to pepper kisses all over your face.

“Please.” you nodded.

“Okay, baby. Lemme grab something.” he said before carrying himself over to his nightstand to retrieve a condom.

Once he rolled the condom on and made his way back to you he rubbed his thumb on your hip as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yea, Lu. Need you” you mewled.

He began to press into you slowly, letting your body adjust to the stretch as he inched in. Once he was completely in, you clenched in pleasure at the sensation of being so completely full. This caused Luke to grunt loudly,

“Fuck, so good for me, angel” he praised. “Lemme know when I can move. Okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly as you took your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Move, please.” you begged, desperate for friction.

He started with slow thrusts, they were passionate and so filling you felt like you might actually burst. His thumb found your clit and began rubbing slow circles as he continued.

“F-faster,” you stumbled over your words, the pleasure overwhelming you. “I need faster.”

Luke was happy to comply, picking up the pace with each thrust. As he pounded into you harder he pressed further, his head nudging at your g-spot causing you to squeal, your fingers gripping at the sheets.

“Is that the spot?” he questioned hitting it repeatedly, causing your brain to essentially go numb. The only active thought being, Luke.

You physically couldn’t gather the strength or power to speak so instead you just nodded, your entire body falling slack as your second orgasm approached.

“Gonna come for me again, baby? Show me how good I’m making you feel?”

As if you weren’t already feeling enough, Luke chose this moment to attach his lips to your neck again sucking harshly at the spot he knew made you weak.

“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, breaking away. “Can feel you clenching around me. Cum for me y/n, I know you can do it. C’mon gimme one more, wanna come with you.”

You came undone around him as he hit your most sensitive spot over and over again. He followed immediately after, your name falling from his lips repeatedly during his release.

So completely fucked out, you didn’t even notice when he pulled out, and tied off the condom before throwing it away and flopping down next to you on the bed.

“How are you doing, my love.” he asked sweetly while pulling you to his chest.

You nodded into him and mumbled, “m’good, really good.”

“I love you so much.” he spoke into your forehead before pressing a wet kiss on it. “How ‘bout I get ya all cleaned up and then warm us up some dinner to eat in bed?” he questioned, eyes studying your face.

“Will you shower with me?” you asked timidly.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on doing it alone.” he teased, lifting you up.

As he sat on the edge of the tub, you on his lap, letting the shower run over his hand to ensure the water temperature was just right for you, you buried your face into his neck.

“M’so glad I told you my secret.”

“Me too.” he laughed. “Though, that whole no kissing thing was stupid.”

“Good stupid.” you countered.

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 4 years

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The First Two Weeks of Dream SMP Season 2: In Review

So two weeks of Dream SMP Season 2 have passed, and so far it’s been unlike any post-war period before. Far from being a peaceful lull, Season 2 has been perhaps the most chaotic, tension-filled, dramatic “peacetime” the SMP has ever had.

Let’s summarize!

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Overall, the tone of Season 2 has been both similar to Season 1 while taking on some new changes. For one thing, there’s a far greater emphasis placed on lore, backstories and family dynamics.

Questions from the ridiculousness of Season 1 are being answered in Season 2, sometimes with some strange or cursed-sounding results. For example, the circumstances of Fundy’s birth were mostly a joke in Season 1 (I’m pretty sure they went literal months without even mentioning Sally’s name once), but now that there’s effort being made to explain it, as well as the birth of certain other Sleepy Bois, we’ve gained some...interesting...developments...*cough* Phridge *cough*

Since Season 1, Tommy’s become a Sleepy Boi and is therefore incorporated into the SBI family dynamic, especially now that Philza’s joined the server. Ranboo may or may not be Niki’s brother? Fundy and Dream are getting married soon, and Puffy and Niki have a romance as well.

New Members:

In one of the largest waves of new members in SMP history, several new people have been added to the server in a very short amount of time.

Philza

Captain Puffy

Connoreatspants

Vikkstar

Lazarbeam

Ranboo

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Schlatt’s Funeral

Schlatt’s funeral, overseen by Badboyhalo, was held at the edge of New L’manberg. His organs were looted by the citizens. Everyone keeps hinting at possibly reviving Schlatt somehow. Currently, Schlatt’s remaining organs are kept on sale in Puffy’s L’Targay, a new structure on the server replacing Purpled’s Walmart.

Ongoing/New Building Projects

Some important ongoing building projects / new builds include: Karl’s Party Park, HBomb’s L’Cast, Vikkstar and Lazarbeam’s Boomerville, the Prime Path Shops, Purpled’s Skull Base, Awesamdude’s Place of Business, Punz’s house and Eret’s Museum

Important Plotlines/Character Updates:

Tommy’s done his best to make everyone on the server angry with him, which has currently led to the border skirmish plotline going on right now. He’s destroyed Puffy’s house, George’s house, griefed Fundy’s house and moved Ponk’s tower, leading to some animosity with all of them. His griefing of George’s house especially has led to Tommy being on probation. Will Tommy be exiled? Or will this lead to another war? L’manburg is looking awfully flammable right now.

One of the other main plotlines that’s been going on has been Fundy’s character arc with Wilbur. Now that Philza’s on the server, and Wilbur’s perma-dead and ghosty, Fundy’s family drama can finally come to a head and break some hearts. Fundy reprises his role as the “main character” of the story for this particular plot, something that hasn’t really happened since the Pet War. This arc started at the very beginning of Season 2 when everyone was rebuilding L’manburg.

Related is the arc of Ghostbur in particular. Wilbur’s stuck around after death, seemingly for some “unfinished business.” He doesn’t remember any negative memories, and continually forgets them whenever somebody tries to hold him accountable for his past crimes. Will Ghostbur ever settle his issues and gain a peaceful rest?

There’s been some talk of the Disc War Continuation in the future, especially concerning the Badlands. Skeppy still has one of Tommy’s discs, but who knows when that drama will sort itself out. Dream brought up the discs when talking with Tubbo about exiling Tommy. While Skeppy has one of the discs, Dream wants to put Tubbo in a tough enough position that Tubbo has to give Dream the other disc, which would put both discs functionally in his hands.

The Dream Team has been a lot more active on the SMP recently, which is interesting. George, the new king, is actually on the server! So far he’s mainly participated in multiple dress-up roleplay sessions, cosplaying Simpsons characters, Professor Snape, and Dream himself. Sapnap has streamed recently as well, continuing his ongoing relationship drama with fiancés Karl and Quackity. Dream has gotten himself into some shenanigans, including vandalism and muggings, and is currently reprising his role as the main Big Bad of the server. It’s almost strange seeing them so active on the server again, but a welcome change! Even Callahan’s dropped by to join in - the SMP’s funniest reindeer, everyone!

Quackity may or may not be possessed? Puffy’s mentioned that Quackity wants to bring back Schlatt, but Puffy is currently in possession of all of Schlatt’s body parts. She’s also mentioned that Connor is looking to revive Schlatt as well. Connor hasn’t gotten super involved in the storyline yet, mostly just vibing on his own, but perhaps he will eventually. Quackity has also taken the role of honorary vice president in Tommy’s absence.

Tubbo’s been acting a little strangely as well too, recently. While he’s been the most responsible president of L’manberg by far, he’s shown that he’s not immune to corruption, to the point where even Philza’s started questioning loyalties to L’manberg. Tubbo’s handling of the situation with Tommy shows maturity, but when he’s put between a rock and a hard place, what will come first? Tommy or L’manburg? And is Tubbo prone to the same corruption that Wilbur and Schlatt went through?

Meanwhile, Techno’s almost nowhere to be seen. He terrorized Fundy a bit at the beginning, and he’s logged on to say his own name of course, but besides that the Blade has been remaining as mysterious as ever. Wanted posters bearing his image have sprouted up all over New L’manburg.

One side effect of Fundy’s adoption plot is the plotline’s relation to Eret, who has been dethroned. Will Eret try to take power back from Dream? What will their relationship be as father-in-law and son-in-law, if the adoption goes through?

The newest members - Phil, Puffy, Connor, Vikk, Lazar and Ranboo, have all gotten started settling into the server. Who knows what their relations will be to the plots? Will they get involved, or stick to the sidelines where there’s peace?

So far, besides Phil of course, Puffy and Ranboo have been the most involved in the main plot. Dream seems to like getting into chaos on Puffy’s streams in particular, having her as a “witness” to his actions. Puffy is an agent of chaos herself and has unofficially “adopted” Dream as a sort of pet, driving her loyalties towards the Dream Team. Despite this, she has also been on a date and promised herself to Niki, who is of course loyal to L’manburg. If Puffy ends up siding with Dream, will Niki be able to keep her loyalty to L’manburg, or will she switch sides to be with Puffy?

Meanwhile, Ranboo has been suggested to be Niki’s brother and was an accomplice to Tommy’s crimes against George. Tommy defended Ranboo from consequence, but considering how short of a time it took Ranboo to get wrapped up in the plot, who knows what will happen in the future?

Vikkstar and Lazarbeam have also joined the SMP as a pair, and similar to Connor, they’re currently just vibing doing their own thing in a new town called Boomerville.

The Elytra Challenge should be happening soon? Maybe? Whoever gets the elytra will have a huge bargaining chip on the server, an item as valuable as the discs or Spirit’s leather. What that also means is, there’s the possibility of them also having a target on their back...

In Summary:

We really need that beach episode.

#mcyt #dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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38. Set it up, break it up

For everyone who's been supportive of these| fluff |making out |harry set draco up with someone Only to realise he liked draco all along |

" when was your first time ?" Seamus smugly asked Draco as he drank his butter beer from across the room sprawled over the bean bag

" I will prefer not to answer the question. It is highly confidential and that information shall only be revealed to Someone I'm with. So dear Seamus you can enjoy asking this question to other, while I would refuse to answer " Draco sophisticatedly replied, tilting his head to put on more emphasis upon his words.

" Merlin, you could've just said I'm not answering that. No need to go all Shakespearian " Ron rolled his eyes at Draco.

Harry chuckled as he joined Draco over the couch, putting his legs over Draco's laps, not that either of them ever minded that physical touch " that's Draco for you. He'll never give a direct answer. I can bet, if he were in an English Muggle class, he'd top "

" I topped nonetheless " Draco rolled his eyes, his hands automatically falling into a pattern of softly stroke the bottom of Harry's leg, a habit he's grown attached to.

" really? From what I remember I got 7 owls while you got only 6. It's just as if I was infact better than you " Harry smirked

" whatever Harry. I was the headboy " Draco rolled his eyes at harry, yet again but then again he liked these small bickerings with him. Blaise eyed them from the corner of the room, enjoying it himself, not Daring to say anything.

" and I was given the opportunity, I just denied "

" as if "

" whatever helps you sleep at night darling" Harry teased as he pinched Draco's cheeks softly

" don't " Draco growled as he swatted Harry's hand away

" one angry kitten aren't you " Harry chuckled, picking up his can of butter beer and drinking it.

" don't call me that " Draco sneered, not in a furious way, just slightly threatening way.

" anywaysss " Seamus echoed, breaking off their not so private conversation " when was your first time harry ?"

" Ron, you might wanna cover your ears for this one " Harry chuckled. Ron gave him a look but refused to do so " it was after war, when I got back with Ginny, in the time we were going out for a short time "

" what about in 6th year ?" Dean asked snuggling closer to Seamus on the bean bag

" we couldn't really ever get to it. I mean for one neither of us were ready, and we were just kids. Although when we did it after we got back together, we realised almost instantly it wasn't something we enjoyed, not that part, just with opposite sex kind of thing. Well mostly her, no offense. Or it could've been we weren't just attracted to each other that way " Harry explained

" really ? I always thought you guys would work out you know " Dean said. Harry looked at Dean amused but didn't say anything.

" I never thought you guys would end up together really. Never seemed as if so " Seamus added

" interest me in why ?" Harry asked

" it just, I always knew you were sort of bi even before you started going with Ginny. It was Evident really sometimes. And with Ginny herself, she didn't seem like a person to be with a guy. I mean coming from I figured my sexuality really early on, I just sometimes knew it.. besides after the first time you guys broke up, it seemed almost impossible for it work later on " Seamus explained. Everyone including Draco thought about what he had said and nobody could even deny that it was a lie.

" what's your dating track anyway right now Harry ?" Blaise asked standing over the chair behind Ron.

" oh it's not that bad. I do go out on a few dates. I went on a date last week infact and believe me that guy was really good, dashing, almost ced- well Cedric diggory Kinda hot but right in the middle of the date, I feel something going up my leg. I almost choked on my Tuna fish and he goes, do you like it ? I was more shocked than anything else. It was weird if anything "

" so what next ?"

" I didn't call him back. I think somewhere along the date, he might've said he had feet fetish.. he would much rather make love to my feets than me and it was just plainly weird "

" people have all different sorts of fetishes " Ron frowned

" yeah, I respect them but feet fetishes just creeps me out " Harry almost shivered at the thought of it.

And everyone soon fell into talking about weirdest kinks and fetishes, something they all were rather amused to be in conversation about, except, Harry.

Draco stopped stroking Harry's leg for a moment to softly clutch on them to seek his attention.

" it's alright Harry.. you can't change anything.. besides I think he lived a good life" Draco softly said.

" I still can't forget though. It's almost as if I can still see it happening in front of my eyes " Harry Whispered back.

" I know. He was a brave guy though. You can't do anything anymore. I'm sure- he'd want you to get over it too " Draco whispered. Harry bit his lip softly before nodding. To provide comfort, Draco again started stroking Harry's legs.

" feels nice" Harry smiled at Draco, who simply smiled back.

" talking off that, what say about going on a date with someone ?" Harry asked Draco but had inevitably grabbed attention from a few others in the room.

Draco raised his eyebrows in strange surprise " really ?"

" I met some guy at the animal shop across the street. He seemed like someone you could date " Harry replied

" why me, why not you ?" Draco defensively asked

" well, he's not my type but he's yours and he did seem to notice you with me a couple of days ago, so I thought maybe you could talk to him and see if you'd like to go out with him " Harry suggested.

Draco frowned at harry before clearing his throat " I'll pay that animal shop a visit then "

" great " Harry grinned

" I'm gonna use the loo " Draco sighed and got up abruptly

" unbelievable " Blaise announced. Harry looked around the room to receive strange looks " what are you all staring at me for ?" Harry asked confused

But nobody responded except that most of them groaned, leaving Harry more confused. Draco returned a few minutes, chatted a bit and then left claiming he had to feed his cat.

As a few weeks goes on by, Harry discovered that draco did started going with the guy he had told him about and was infact in a happy place to be with him. And it was all fun and games until Harry was offended that Draco no longer gave him that much time anymore or the fact that he kept cancelling on him over and over or that he longer was interested in watching movies with harry but sure had fun plans with his so called boyfriend or the guy he's dating, he cared no less. By which he meant, he did cared. To say his friends were tired of Harry ranting on about Draco cancelling on him that one time Ron even put up muffalito charm on him. It was splendid how things were going, in a sarcastic way of course until Draco decided it was time for him to make everyone meet his boyfriend, and harry wanted to burn himself on flames.

" I frankly don't understand why the expensive dinner, I mean, couldn't he had just invited us to his place or his so called boyfriend's place " Harry vented air quoting boyfriend

" Harry you were the one who set him up in the first place, stop being mad at him and jealous not to mention " Hermione rolled her eyes eating the chips off the packet

" jealous, I'm not jealous " Harry defensively said

" sure " Ron rolled his eyes.

" look Harry, you're clearly jealous that he isn't spending as much as time with you and its bothering you, so just talk to him about it " Hermione suggested shrugging her shoulder

" look, I don't know what's cooking in both of your brains but I'm-not-jealous " harry slammed the cloth over the counter and went inside his bedroom

" I miss the time when he wasn't such a dramatic ass " Ron taunted

" I can hear you " Harry yelled from inside the room, hearing faint whispers from Ron and Hermione in the living room..

And the truth infact was that Harry was jealous, which he Only discovered over the dinner when Draco was practically almost all over him that harry wanted to tell him to just sit in his lap, didn't of course. And to make it worse, he was jealous of how good they actually looked, which resulted in harry losing his appetite and almost groaning every five minutes. Hermione had to kick him under the table to behave a couple of times.

Spending the night in his thoughts, Harry came across things he wished he had known earlier or things he never felt but whatever it was, he felt frustrated in himself to set Draco up and he had no idea what to do next, so he decided to take advice from the only man he knew the best was at.

" Harry ? What a pleasant surprise. Ron's not at home though " Blaise said as he opened the door for him

" I actually came here to talk to you " Harry sighed as he went in. Blaise frowned in surprise before walking behind Harry himself

" well what can I interest you in, a joke, a mimickery,-"

" an advice actually " Harry groaned as he slumped down on the couch.

" oh- Ron's better at that-"

" he isn't, he told me to talk to you " Harry replied. Blaise walked into the kitchen, opening the window to the living room to converse through the kitchen.

" did he ? What can I help you with then ?" Blaise asked as he poured water for Harry and walking in to give it to him.

" I think, that I might have feelings for Draco" Harry replied

" you are officially the last person to know that " Blaise chuckled as he walked back into the kitchen and fetched something to eat.

" what ? You guys knew that ?" Harry sat uptight

" of course " Blaise scrunched his eyebrows as an obvious face

" why didn't you guys tell me ?" Harry asked agitated with his friends

" because these are the things we're not supposed to tell you, you're the one supposed to tell us, you dimwit " Blaise rolled his eyes, throwing his hands in the air.

" well you could've at least warned me " Harry groaned

" how could you not have known !! When did you even figure It out anyways?" Blaise asked as he shut the cabinet for the last time, bringing a packet of cookies and chips with him and slumping down in front of Harry.

" I think I've known for a bit since he started going out, but last night i was pretty confirmed that I was jealous " Harry Told him

" well I'd like to say you are that ruined your chances but guessing you came for advice, you came here to know how to fix it and I'll tell you, I do not have even the slightest idea how to fix your shit soup "

" what ?" Harry emphasised

" Harry, you yourself set him up with someone almost exactly like you. If Draco even Liked you at some point, now he knows that you don't like him and he's probably moved on and supposedly happy in his newfound relationship "

" Blaise, If I wanted to listen to how I fucked it up I wouldn't had come to you. I need to know how can I fix this " harry sarcastically responded raising his eyebrows

" look the easiest way is to simply confess or move on. I can't help you harry even if I wanted to. Draco seems happy " Blaise told him emphatically.

Harry was disappointed but knew Blaise was right, there was possibly nothing he could've done to make it right, at least not something that would sabotage their relationship.

It took harry a couple more days to become normal with the fact that draco was dating and finally paving his way to move on, which was definitely hard. And harry could've assumed he was doing good until Draco invited him for a picnic, claiming they haven't gotten out individually in a while. Normally harry would've been very ecstatic about it but considering the phase he was going through it was hard but didn't deny his sweet offer.

" took you a bit long- and your boyfriend's here too " harry pressed his lips in a thin line when he saw them coming together.

"it was just us but his plans got cancelled last moment so he tagged alone.. i hope you don't mind " Draco plead guilty

Harry sighed before giving him a firm smile and nodding " it's going to be one hell of a day "

Halfway through the picnic, harry Would've assumed he would be the thrid wheel but it was infact quite opposite, his boyfriend, jake was infact the third wheel who basically had no idea about draco's life which surprised harry a little more than it should have.

" you- jake, you alright ?" Harry asked looking over draco's shoulder at his boyfriend who looked puzzled

" what? I'm fine, just thinking " he gave them a firm smile.. draco leaned a bit into jake as if to give him the feeling he was still here but jake rejected it, much to draco's surprise.

" what you thinking about ?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows.

" what exactly I'm doing here?-"

" shit- I'm sorry for making you feel as if I'm intruding-"

" no, it's not that. It's just so clear that you both are so meant to be together, yet here I am on a picnic with two people who are supposed to be together but are not because of me-"

" that's not true " draco interjected

" is it not ? " Jake asked more firmly than before, not forgetting to give a smile so as to not sound harsh.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

" even if it is true for me, I don't think Draco feels that way . Besides you guys are dating, I don't want to be the reason for your break up" harry replied sympathetically

" you're not harry. I just- I can see it, maybe you two are blind but I'm not.. Enjoy yourselves " jake said as he abruptly stood up

" jake don't be like that " draco too stood up

Jake sighed taking draco's hands in his own " I'll stay if you admit you don't have any feelings for him, if you've never wanted to be with him, if you've felt anything closer to what you feel for him about Me. Admit it freely and I'll stay"

But draco couldn't say anything..

" thought so. I'd be fine by the way. I don't think I've seen two people belonging to each more than you two " and jake departed.

Draco stood there a few minutes watching him walk away, his shoulder slouched as if not believing that he'd just been dumped.

" draco-"

" you're a jerk " draco turned around

" what ?" Harry asked confused

" you're an insolent jerk " draco picked up from dry leaves from the ground and hitting harry with that.

" what the fuck did I do ?" Harry shielded himself as draco threw more and more leaves and grasses

" you fucking moron, you were Flirting with me " draco huffed stopping for a moment

" I wasn't flirting " harry whined. Draco gave him a look before picking up more leaves and throwing it at him

" okay, okay. I was but hey it's your fault to go along with it " harry stumbled back over the ground

" well it's not my fault if you're bloody good at it "

" is it my fault that you enjoyed and I'm not the only victim here, you were flirting too " harry looked up at Draco from the ground

" I wasn't flirting " draco narrowed his eyes. Harry hooked his leg around that of draco, making him trip over and fall over harry, who he instantly rolled over, pinning draco to ground.

" were you not ?" Harry breathed

" it doesn't matter-"

" you were flirting back" harry commanded

" okay, fine I was but you had no right- hmph" draco moaned softly as harry kissed him over the lips, kissing until the need for oxygen finally had made sense again.

" now tell me, how long have you wanted this?" Harry huffed.

Draco rolled his eyes, still pink from all the kissing " I haven't wanted this "

" okay " harry frowned as he leaned down, his lips lightly brushing over that of draco's " you sure ?" Harry asked not moving an inch closer or further

Draco's breath choked down, desperately wanting to lean forward to kiss him again but didn't to avoid giving harry the satisfaction of having the upper hand.

" you don't want me to kiss you again then? That's right yeah " harry whispered as he bit Draco's lower lip, earning a soft moan and his body involuntarily pressed against harry's

" seems otherwise " harry whispered.

" merlin " draco moaned. Smirking harry pulled away looking at Draco from a distance.

Sucking his cheeks, draco immediately pulled harry to him and kissed him again, this time in more desperation and rush.

" guess who's got the upper hand now " draco moaned as he freed his hands and put them in his hair.

" you" harry chuckled, Thoroughly enjoying kissing draco himself.

" jerk " draco chuckled

" you're the jerk " harry chuckled

" and you broke his heart " harry whispered against his lips smiling

" eh, he always knew it anyways " draco shrugged

" you really are a jerk then " harry smiled as he pulled away a bit, admiring draco.

" and you're the jerk who just broke my relationship and has basically manipulated me into kissing you " draco raised an eyebrow amusingly

" I don't regret it " harry regret

" me either " draco smiled and leaned in again.

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Day 37- you're my home, draco | Day 39- cuddle me in

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yukidragon · 3 years

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Our Life Snippet - Clingy

As I mentioned in my asks today where I was gushing about Our Life: Beginnings & Always by @gb-patch, it’s about time for another clip of my fanfic novelization of this lovely game!

It’s been a while since I showed a clip of Step 3, so here is a slice from Errands! Thank you to @gb-patch and everyone else who enjoy seeing me gush and write about Cove and Jamie! You all make me so happy I cannot even!

Oh, and since this is Step 3 content, spoiler warning for those who haven’t played this far in the game yet.

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Liz folded her arms over her chest and let out an amused chuckle. “We couldn’t have picked a more perfect trip. It’s been too long since we’ve had a true family outing.” She then gave a pointed look to her little sister and the baby boyfriend for emphasis.

The three parents laughed approvingly at the familiar joke. Jamie rolled her eyes at their mirth and the teasing note to her older sister’s tone even as she fought to keep from smiling herself. Her favorite next door neighbors had joined the Leimomis on this outing, which was what made it a ‘true family outing’ as Liz put it.

Cove offered Jamie a sympathetic smile when their eyes met. Some things never changed and some jokes never died, especially when it came to teasing them about their relationship. It was something they had both long since accepted. The fact that they had been holding hands since they left the cars behind naturally didn’t help lessen such teasing, but neither of them felt inclined to let go of each other.

Jamie finally allowed herself to smile as she squeezed his hand a little, her smile only widening when Cove returned the gesture. Teasing aside, she was bubbling with anticipation to explore the market and see what sort of hidden gems they might uncover. Sure, that meant wading through a sea of people to find them, but she wasn’t alone, so she didn’t pay them any mind.

The idea of spending a day traversing through such a dense crowd of strangers was not something Cove looked forward to, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with them by himself. He could tune them out as long as he had Jamie by his side. Seeing her so animated with excitement as she looked around raised his spirits, and when she smiled at him, it was like the world around them no longer mattered anymore.

Cliff turned to the group as he clapped his hands together, the sound catching everyone’s attention. “Well, I’m ready to get started. I’ve got plenty of dishes in mind I could use ingredients for.”

It was easy to see that everyone held the same sentiment. Noelani and Pamla were especially excited as they shared a conspiratorial smile with one another.

“Yes, that’s a very good idea, Cliff,” Noelani said cheerfully as she turned back to the others. “This place is much larger than it seems. It’s difficult to visit each part in a single day.”

Such a challenge did nothing to diminish Cliff’s enthusiasm. “I’m sure we can make a decent dent together at least.”

“Actually…,” Noelani said as she let her gaze wander to the rest of the group. “Since there are so many of us this time, we could take different sides of the market.”

For a second, Jamie swore she saw a hint of mischief in Pamela’s eyes before her mom turned away to look at the stalls.

“Divide and conquer, eh?” Pamela said. “That sounds brilliant.”

The suggestion took the rest of the group by surprise. No one else had considered splitting up to be an option.

Pamela flashed the group a dazzling smile to banish any misgivings there were towards the idea. “Though, it’s a little unfair that there are four Leimomi family members and only two Holdens here, so I’ll go with you boys to even out the odds.”

“That’s fine with me,” Noelani said cheerfully.

Despite the upbeat attitude and smiles Noelani and Pamela showed the group, it was clear that they were the only ones excited for the idea. Liz pursed her lips in a frown, her brow furrowing, but she kept her mouth shut. By contrast, Jamie’s mouth hung open in a small ‘o’ of surprise. Cliff awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and his gaze wandered aimlessly, as he found himself at a loss for where to look or what to say. Neither was a problem his son had.

Cove tightened his hold on Jamie’s hand reflexively, drawing her attention to his frowning face. The grip wasn’t anywhere near painful, but it made his thoughts on them being separated crystal clear even before he spoke up. “I don’t like that idea.”

Noelani was nonplussed by the resistance, smiling at Cove despite his obvious disapproval. “Don’t worry, we’ll be apart for only a few hours, and then we’ll have something to talk about at the end of it.”

Cove wasn’t especially convinced. He had never been comfortable with plans being changed without notice, especially when he wasn’t even consulted about the change. Unfortunately, he could already tell that this was a battle that he wasn’t going to win. He could be stubborn with his own parents or peers, but when it came to the Leimomi matrons, he couldn’t dig in his heels with only the argument that he didn’t want to be separated from Jamie. His shoulders slumped in defeat, and he let out a sigh. Reluctantly, he nodded and released his girlfriend’s hand.

Liz let out a thoughtful hum and shrugged off her confusion. “Alright,” she said, her frown melting away into an easy smile. “I don’t get the point, but I also don’t mind spending the first part of the trip with Jamie and Ma.

Delighted, Noelani clapped her hands together in a brief show of cheer. “Wonderful. Are the teams ready to go?”

Like her sister, Jamie didn’t understand why their moms thought splitting up was a good idea. The entire point of both of their families going to the farmers’ market together was to enjoy each other’s company, wasn’t it? Splitting the group in half felt like splitting the fun in half too.

Actually, it would be even less than that if they expected Jamie and Cove to spend the day apart when they could be together.

If this was going to happen regardless of any of their opinions on the matter, Jamie knew that she had to at least suggest a compromise. “Can I be the one who goes with the Holdens instead?”

Jamie clasped her hands together as she looked between her moms hopefully. They would understand why she wanted to spend the day with Cove, right? He just got back from Nevada, and after he had been gone a long time to boot. It felt almost cruel to spend a day apart from one another when they didn’t have to.

Cove immediately perked up at the suggestion, his defeated frown turning into a hopeful smile of his own.

Unfortunately, the expressions Noelani and Pamela wore were not promising. Noelani pouted at their youngest daughter while Pamela merely shook her head with a grin.

“Sorry,” Pamela said. “No can do this time, kiddo.”

Jamie saw not even a flicker of reluctance between her parents, and the disappointment on Noelani’s face, however played up to keep the mood light, made her feel a twinge of guilt for suggesting she leave her ma’s group. Her shoulders sagged in surrender as a quiet sigh escaped her. “We won’t be split up too long, right?” she asked weakly.

A cheerful smile returned to Noelani’s face as she moved to her youngest’s side and wrapped an arm around Jamie in a little side hug. Her comforting gesture was rewarded with a lopsided smile from her daughter. “Yes, thank you, Jamie.”

With things finally settled, Pamela walked over towards Cove and Cliff, grinning in spite of the confused looks they still sent their way. “Come on, boys, we’re heading out.”

“Sure,” Cliff said.

“Okay,” Cove said with far less enthusiasm than Pamela. This trip had suddenly become a lot more of a chore than it started off as.

His gaze then turned to Jamie, and he offered her a soft smile when her eyes met his. He was drawn towards his girlfriend, stopping just short in front of her. The smile he wore wavered as he hesitated to leave. “Bye,” he said quietly, unable to hide the note of regret from his voice.

Jamie was no more thrilled to separate than Cove was, but she managed to offer him a small smile in return anyway. “Bye.”

Cove took his girlfriend’s hand in his once more and gave it a gentle squeeze, which Jamie returned. Her smile grew just a little stronger at his attempt to reassure her, which raised his spirits as well. He then dipped his face towards her for a parting kiss, his cheeks warming as his eyes drifted closed.

Jamie started to close her eyes as well in anticipation of the kiss, only to notice Cove suddenly jerk to a halt stiffly a few inches away from her.

The reason why became immediately clear as Cove twisted his head around to stare back at Pamela with wide eyes. She had seized the hem of his shirt and physically held him back. She gave another firm tug, urging him upright before letting go.

“No, no, no,” Pamela chided with a wide grin on her face as she wagged a finger at Cove. “Time’s a wastin’, Cove, and I’ve known you long enough to be aware that you’re one to linger. If I don’t stop you now, you’ll only drag your feet on parting ways more.” Her smile then turned mischievous as she shifted her gaze from him to Jamie and back again. “The two of you can snuggle and make out as much as you want later. We have important shopping to do now.”

Jamie felt her face grow hot from being called out so publicly by her mom. Cove outright gasped at Pamela, completely taken aback by what felt like a truly obscene thing for her to say.

Once Cove overcame the initial shock, he forced himself to ignore how fiercely his cheeks burned as he made an unimpressed show of rolling his eyes. “You don’t need to literally pull me away from Jamie. I’m not that clingy.”

Pamela made no effort to hide her snickering as she shook her head wryly.

The reaction wasn’t one Cove expected. He raised his eyebrows at her before he looked over at Noelani. However, the other Mrs. Leimomi refused to look him in the eye as she whistled in a supposedly ‘innocent’ manner.

Cove noticed the look Liz sent his way, particularly the sly smirk she wore that stretched from ear to ear. He whipped his head around towards his dad next. Cliff met his gaze, but could only offer a lopsided smile and an apologetic shrug.

It was only then when it dawned on Cove - everyone really thought he was that needy.

Finally, Cove dared turn to face Jamie, his eyes wide and pleading with the desperate hope that at least she didn’t agree as well.

To his relief, the look Jamie gave him was a sympathetic one. She then leveled a stern gaze to the rest of the group, folding her arms across her chest. “Cove is totally capable of being independent when he wants to be,” she said in a very matter of fact tone.

After all, Cove had recently traveled to Nevada by himself for weeks. Willingly separating from her for that long was the exact opposite of clingy. In fact, that was all the more reason for them to enjoy each other’s company as much as possible now. There was no reason for them to poke fun at her boyfriend for wanting to show her affection. How they expressed their feelings for one another was no one else’s business but theirs.

Unfortunately, it seemed that no one else saw it that way, and her attempt at chastising them for their teasing was met with a few snickers from her family. Unlike them, Jamie was not amused.

Cove, on the other hand, beamed at having his girlfriend’s support. Without thinking, he took a step towards Jamie, feeling drawn to her once more. Also, once more, Pamela snatched the back of his shirt, freezing him in his tracks.

Pamela attempted to suppress the urge to laugh, but a few chuckles escaped her anyway. “Actions speak louder than words.”

Caught newly embarrassed all over again, Cove struggled to come up with something to say in his defense. His mouth twisted and his cheeks reddened as he looked sideways at their families, who were having way too much amusement at his expense. “Yeah, well…” After a few moments of struggling, he finally had to look away with a frustrated huff. “So what?”

That admission had their parents and Liz bursting into laughter, much to Cove’s mortification.

Jamie felt her irritation grow when everyone started laughing at Cove. “Yeah, so what?” she said in a challenging tone. Before anyone could make what she was certain would be another teasing retort, she closed the distance between herself and her boyfriend. She cupped his cheek to turn his face back towards her and stole a kiss from his lips before her mom could stop them a third time.

Cove barely had a moment to register the kiss before it ended. It was so brief that he hadn’t had the chance to really enjoy it, much to his regret. He could only stare wide-eyed at Jamie as she moved back from him, though involuntarily, as this time it was Noelani pulling her back by the shirt.

“I believe you were saying something about being independent?” Noelani said, though her chiding didn’t come across as particularly authoritative since she was chuckling as she said it.

Jamie was unrepentant for her act of defiance, her grin wide and proud, though she did step back at her ma’s prompting, if only to spare her shirt from further punishment. “Cove is, but I didn’t say anything about myself,” she said wryly. That comment along with her little display set off another round of laughter from the group, but it was worth it.

Pamela shook her head with a wide grin. “I don’t know about that, but I think we both better keep the kids on a short leash if we want a chance of getting any shopping done before nightfall, ‘Lani.” She gave a little tug on Cove’s shirt for emphasis, much to his chagrin.

“I think you’re right,” Noelani giggled as she kept her grip on Jamie’s shirt firm.

Cove didn’t have any further defense for himself or Jamie, not with the way everyone was having way too much fun at their expense. Grimacing, he strode several feet from the group, his face red all the way to his ears. He wanted to move on from this teasing, even if it meant physically moving on and away from her. At least Pamela let him go despite her idle threat to keep him on a leash.

Seeing Cove start to leave washed the taste of victory from Jamie’s mouth, but she just had to accept it. “I’ll see you soon,” she called after him. When he glanced back at her, she smiled softly at him and gave him a little wave.

Despite how Cove still burned with embarrassment, the reminder that he had Jamie’s support helped him relax a bit. He nodded at her ever so slightly as he pulled his mouth into a bent smile.

“See you in a few hours!” Pamela said as she gave her wife and daughters a cheery wave.

“Take care of yourselves,” Cliff said with a nod of his head.

With that, the groups were divided. Pamela picked a direction and set a course for destinations unknown, leading the Holden men who followed not far behind her.

Noelani gave the departing group a grin and waved enthusiastically with her whole arm. By contrast, Liz gave a much more dainty wave of her own.

Jamie continued to wave goodbye as she watched Cove disappear with his dad and her mom into the dense crowd. Because of his height, she could still spot glimpses of his pale green hair for a little while, but all too quickly even that small sign of him was lost from view.

As her arm fell limply to her side, Jamie tried to banish all the negative feelings she had towards this turn of events. Sure, this wasn’t what she wanted, but that didn’t mean the trip couldn’t still be fun. Sure, it sucked that she wasn’t going to explore the market with her boyfriend, and that was the thing she was looking most forward to and now, poof, that wasn’t happening… but she would see him in a few hours. It was silly to feel sad or let down that they wouldn’t all be traveling together.

It wasn’t as though she was actually clingy like she joked.

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Not One of Them | Pt. 2

Pt 1

Word Count: 4k

Category: Fluff!

Warning: None

Summary: Faith wears her Harry dress, they have breakfast, and 4-year-old Faith has a gift for Harry.

“Mommy?”

You and Harry instantly pulled away before you turned, looking down at your daughter who was rubbing her eyes before you kneeled beside her bed.

“Hey, baby.” You cooed, watching as she squinted before she turned from you to Harry, trying to make sense of who was standing in her room.

Slowly her eyes widened, and it was when Harry smiled and waved, letting out a small “hi” that she gasped.

“A-Are you Mr. Harry Styles?”

You giggled to yourself, looking up at Harry before he knelt beside you on the floor and offered his hand for a handshake. “I am, but call me Harry. You’re the beautiful Faith?”

Faith sat up, putting her small hand in his and shaking his hand before she grinned. “Yes, but call me Faith.”

Harry laughed, gently shaking her hand which felt too small in his gigantic one. “Your Mum told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Faith beamed before looking at you, “Did you show him the video?” She whispered, although her tone was definitely loud enough for Harry to hear.

You nodded, “I did. He said he wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” Faith turned to Harry, the smile not leaving her face.

“Very much. Tell you what,” Harry inched closer, “How about you get your sleep and then tomorrow we can meet over breakfast? Would you like that?”

Your heard fluttered, jingled, danced, gleamed, you name it. You turned to look at him with slightly parted lips, looking at him as if he grew two heads.

Eagerly, Faith nodded before looking at you, “Can we, Mommy? Please, please, please?”

You laughed in disbelief, still looking at Harry before shrugging, “I mean I don’t see why not. Only if Harry is 100% okay with it.”

“I’m a 101% okay.” He assured you, giving you a nod and a smile.

“Mommy makes the best pancakes.” Faith said.

“Is that so?” Harry smirked, tearing his gaze from Faith to you, “I think we need to test that, love.”

You chuckled, “Fine. Breakfast here.” You agreed before looking at Faith, standing before bending to kiss her forehead, “But you, missy, need to sleep. It’s past your bedtime.”

“Can you sing me a song, Harry? I like your singing.” Faith asked as she lied down.

“Baby, he ca-”

“I’d love to.” And to assure you, Harry put a hand to your back, eyes set on Faith as he kept his voice gentle.

Your lips parted, staring at him as he inched closer to your daughter, asking her what song she wanted him to sing.

“Canyon Moon.” Faith beamed, reaching beside her to grab her dinosaur and cuddle it against her before she turned to face Harry.

“Canyon Moon it is.” Harry nodded, getting comfortable on the floor and crossing his legs before clearing his throat. “Gotta see it to believe it…”

And you watched. You sat beside him, eyes going from him to your daughter, being too speechless and motionless to react whenever he’d reach to pat her head or whenever Faith would quietly sing along with him. You watched the man whom you met only a day before sing to your daughter, lulling her to sleep.

You watched Harry pull the covers up and on her shoulder as Faith’s eyes finally shut, her breath going steady.

“She’s out.” He whispered, finally turning to look at you.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded, getting up with him on right behind you before you turned on her night light before getting out, leaving her door ajar.

Harry was worried. He feared that he had crossed his limits, doing something that no stranger would do. He wouldn’t have thought so if it weren’t for the lack of words that left your lips as the both of you stood in your living room.

He found himself sighing, taking off your crossbag which he almost forgot he was wearing, putting it on your couch before a hand was placed on his hip, the other one reaching to brush back his hair. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that back there with Faith, I know you probably don’t want her getting the wrong idea or-”

“Do you regret it?”

And finally, you talked.

You looked as nervous as he was, rocking on the balls of your feet as you clutched your hands together in front of your body.

“What?”

“Do you regret it? Singing her to sleep? Meeting her?”

“No. I don’t.” Harry replied in a heartbeat, slowly approaching you, “She’s a lovely kid,” he whispered, standing right in front of you with little space between the both of you. Harry reached up, gently grazing your skin with his knuckles, “You did an amazing job, Y/N.”

And that was it. The lump in your throat, the itching in your nose, your eyes growing tearful, it made Harry frown as he cupped your face.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? Did I say- Did I do anything wrong?”

“No,” you sobbed, “God, no, far from it.” You sniffled, “I just- Nobody has ever sung her to sleep except me.”

His heart swelled. He didn’t know what to say and thankfully, you went on.

“My mom tried a few times but Faye never sleeps when someone else sings to her.” You cleared, “This is all too much for you and it’s only our first date a-”

And God, he wanted you to stop talking so he took matters in his own hands and pressed his lips against yours, feeling you melt right there and then before you kissed back, your hands going up to hold onto his wrists as he gently held your face in his hands.

It was sweet and short, sufficing to do the job of making you shut up and because Harry just really thought kissing you had to be one of the greatest feelings he had ever felt.

Pulling back, the distance between the both of you remained little. “Then let me take you out again,” he softly said before pecking your lips, “And again,” this time, he pressed a kiss to your nose which had your face scrunched up and had him smile, “And again,” your left cheek, “And again,” your right cheek, “And some more.” Finally, again, your lips.

“This is a responsibility, you know that?” You asked, eyes gazing into his, “Harry, I can’t have her get attached to you just so you can one day decide to leave because you want out of this. I’ve never done this before,” you admitted, “I never had to explain to her the absence of a figure in her life because I never allowed a single person close enough to me like that, to her. I don’t want her growing up seeing temporary partners in my life either.”

“And I admire that, I do.” Harry said, moving his hands until he had them on your waist, “We have all the time we need, that you need. Slow, yeah?”

You nodded, “But you have to make it to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Only if you want me to.” He smiled.

“I do,” you assured, wrapping your arms around him before pulling him into a hug, pressing your cheek against his chest, “Just- No kissing or anything in front of her, okay? We’re just friends to her.”

“Just friends?”

“Just friends.”

“Well, friend,” Harry chuckled, pulling away and looking down at you, “I hope you didn’t friendzone me because I would really love to take you out on a second date.”

“I don’t know, I think I did.” You joked, laughing quietly as you looked up at him, watching as he tipped back his head and laughed.

“Well, just friend, would you mind giving me a kiss goodnight?”

“I don’t like my hair.” Faith groaned from her seat on the kitchen table.

“Faye, we changed your hairstyle 3 times.” You commented, flipping a pancake.

“I just don’t think I like it.”

“Well what do you want?”

“Can you do these buns here?” She asked, putting her hands on her head, showing you that she wanted space buns.

“Alright, final hairstyle. If you don’t like them, just let it down, okay?” You asked, putting the pancake on a plate before turning off the stove and walking towards her.

“When will Harry be here?” Faith asked as you unbraided her hair.

“Should be here in a minute, Nugget.”

“Is he your friend?” She asked as you began twisting her hair into a bun at the top of her head on the side.

You only hummed in confirmation.

“Does that mean you don’t kiss?”

Your eyes widened, glancing down at her to see that she was casually playing with her dinosaur. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

Faith shrugged, “I don’t kiss my friends, but I see Aunt Cece doing it all the time with uncle Sean, and I saw Boyd’s parents kiss, too. So maybe you and Harry don’t kiss because you’re just friends.”

Well damn was your daughter clever.

“Yeah, Harry and I are just friends.” Who went on a date and kissed way too many times but that was a story for another time.

Yours and Faith’s heads turned once the door bell rang, you instantly taming your hair and straightening your blouse.

Faith was out of her seat in a second, running towards the door with you hot on her heels. “Faith, what did we say about you opening the door?”

Timidly, Faith’s movement halted with her hand on the knob before she looked at you with a bashful smile.

You peaked through the peep hole and surely enough, Harry stood with two bouquets, looking to the side.

“Go ahead.” You signaled with a smile, watching her open the door.

“Harry!”

Your eyes moved from your daughter’s grin to the man on the receiving end. In off-white corduroy pants, a striped cotton t-shirt underneath, a black Statesman jacket, black vans, and a black short crossbag across his chest, Harry stood with two bouquets; one was of strawberries – which had you grinning – and another was a single sunflower.

“Come in, come in.” You attempted to contain your grin as you moved aside, Faith jumping up and down in excitement with a wide grin on her face that lit her face up.

As soon as Harry went inside, he knelt down, looking at Faith with a soft and genuine smile on his face, “This is the best dress I have ever seen. You look beautiful.”

“Right?” And as if to add emphasis, Faith gave a twirl in her dress – the Fine Line black tee. “Do you like my hair?” Faith raised her fingers to point at her space buns.

“I love your hair!” Harry’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Did you do it yourself?”

Faith shook her head, stepping closer to you to lean on your leg, “Mommy did.”

Harry looked up at you, eyes glimmering, before he stood up, eyes set on you. “Mommy did a great job.”

You smiled, your hand finding its way on her shoulder.

“Oh,” Harry’s eyebrows went up, “This is for you.” He handed Faith the sunflower, watching her gasp before taking it from him.

“Sunflower! Like your song!”

Harry’s heart seemed to make a dance of its own at the comment, smiling bashfully at the 4-year-old before nodding, “Just like my song.”

“What do we say, Faye?” You asked her quietly, feeling like you were about to melt at the interaction.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled before looking back at you, reaching to hand you the strawberry bouquet with a small smirk, “And this one’s for you.”

Your face heated up, taking the fruit bouquet from his hands before tilting your head slightly, giving her an appreciative smile, “Thank you. They’re lovely, but you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I wanted to,” Harry clutched his hands behind his back, “Besides,” he cleared his throat, leaning forward a little as to whisper, “I have to make a good first impression.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him, “My daughter is wearing a t-shirt from your merch. I think the impression is quite nice.”

The 3 of you then had walked towards your dinning table where you had set the food prior to Harry’s arrival, the table being beside a huge window which had done a great job at letting the sunlight through, a vase of baby pink and white tulips in the middle while the food decorated the rest of the small circular table.

“Mommy, can I put this here?” Faith asked after she climbed up on her chair, her sunflower in one hand while the other pointed at the vase.

“Yeah, of course.”

Gently taking out the flower from the biodegradable wrapping paper, Faith sat on her knees before reaching forward to place it.

“Harry, coffee, tea, orange, apple, peach juice?” You asked.

“Orange would be great, thank you.”

With a smile your way, Harry stood politely by a chair close to Faith’s, watching you nod before going out of sight to the kitchen.

Knowing your daughter’s favorite is apple juice and yourself wanting orange, you poured the juices in glasses before placing them in a tray and going back to where Faith and Harry were, chuckling to yourself when you saw Harry standing and nodding to the story Faith was telling him, seeming to be very invested in it.

“And then-and then, Mrs. Castillo made me play with her puppy.” She concluded with excitement.

“Really? She did?” In a matching tone of excitement, Harry responded, “That’s so nice of her. Do you like puppies so much?”

As you placed the juice glasses in their places beside the plates, you knew that your daughter had eagerly nodded.

“I want to get one but mommy says we can’t now.”

“Hey, sit,” you motioned to Harry, watching as he sat on the chair opposite to yours, “And yes.”

“Why’s that?” Harry asked.

“Because,” you began as you put two pancakes on his plate to which he mumbled a “thank you” for, “I don’t think I can handle this one and a dog at the same time now. It’s too big of a responsibility.”

“Puppies really are a responsibility,” Harry agreed and nodded at Faith as he cut a piece from his pancakes, “Mummy’s right.”

“But I’ll take care of it.” Faith frowned, holding on to her utensils.

“I know you will, baby, but it’s going to go through a teething phase where they destroy and chew on everything, and it’s going to need potty training, and about 2 walks a day. It’s a lot right now but I did promise you that we’d get one when you’re older, right?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Can we get a fish?” Faith then turned to Harry, “Like the one in your video!”

You chuckled as you saw Harry’s face turn to one of amusement, maybe because he wasn’t sure that she had seen it. “That was a big fish, wasn’t it?” You asked.

“What happened to it? Do you still have it?”

Your innocent daughter definitely didn’t know that the fish was real and you weren’t going to destroy her imagination like that anyway.

Harry glanced at you before looking back at her, “It’s back in the ocean with its family and friends.”

“Did you name her?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, before he reached a hand to wiggle it at Faith, “Named her Faith.”

Faith broke into giggles, “No, you didn’t.”

“We’ll never know.”

“How about you eat your food and let Harry enjoy his for a little bit?” You suggested with a chuckle.

A minute later, you and Harry broke into a conversation about lyrics and the writing process of some songs.

“Sometimes I’d have these lyrics written, and I have a tune in my head and things are just- very poetic,” You said as Harry nodded in understanding while chewing on the strawberries you had placed on his plate, “And then the final product would be this upbeat song that completely drowns the lyrics and I just go,” your eyebrows went up, “Oh.”

“I get that,” Harry nodded, “It sucks. Like yes, music itself is amazing and working on the beat is enjoyable but some people just don’t give the lyrics any justice.”

“Exactly,” you pointed at him, “I remember writing this one song about,” you paused, discreetly tipping your head to the side, “You-know-who,” and by the looks of it, Harry had understood that you meant your ex and Faith’s father, “And it was so heartbreaking that I remember being so astonished by it and I wanted to like, release it out there, so somebody linked me with this A-list singer and the first demo session was just-“ You cringed.

“Did they end up singing it?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Nope. Might have lost a good deal but I just,” you shrugged, “I couldn’t have my words drowned out like that, especially these words.”

Reaching forward, Harry placed his hand on top of yours, “You did the right thing.”

Your eyes were on your hands, face heating up as you smiled to yourself while brushing your hair back, Harry clearing his throat with a smirk before looking at Faith.

“So, that fish…”

Faith sat on a chair, legs dangling as she had a pillow on her lap, her sketchbook on top of it as she drew while you and Harry sat beside each other on the couch beside her, low noise coming from the television that played a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode.

“You actually bit off the tip of your tongue?” You asked in shock, a hand to your heart.

Harry nodded, “Yup. Jumped out of a window and I just, hit my chin with my knee.”

“Why would you even jump out of a window?” You laughed.

With a shrug, Harry sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “I was high.”

Alright, maybe he didn’t want to let you know that. Maybe you’d think he was a heavy druggy. Maybe you’d kick him out. Maybe you’d ghost him because you couldn’t have your daughter around someone who got high.

“Ah, looking for inspiration?” You asked, no sign of any annoyance or worry.

He nodded, “Nothing too heavy though. Shrooms.” Harry said quietly, making sure that Faith couldn’t hear the conversation.

“I had a friend once,” you giggled, sitting straighter, “She got promoted and where she works, they usually host a party to celebrate, right?”

Harry nodded along, subconsciously smiling like you were, his eyes traveling from your eyes to your lips to your eyes again.

“And she’s just the worst with words. Like, really bad, used to fail so many courses back at uni. And she had to give a speech. So before the party, she had some shrooms and Harry, I kid you not, that might as well have an Academy award speech.”

“No way!”

“Yes! And everyone was just so emotional and it later got posted on YouTube, has about 300 thousand views, and nobody knows that she was high all along.”

You and Harry laughed together, you leaning on the couch on your arm as you were both turned towards one another.

“Put Matthew McConaughey to shame.” You jokingly added.

“And then look at you,” Harry tilted his head, a small smile on his face, “Doing it all while sober.”

“Aw, no.” You waved him off bashfully.

“No, seriously. You’re a lyrical genius, Y/N. Besides the awards, everybody knows when it’s a song that you wrote. There are a lot of songwriters who go unnoticed but-“ he shook his head, “Not you.”

You couldn’t reply. What was there to say? Thank you? A “thank you” wouldn’t have done his words, his tone, or the butterflies in your stomach any justice.

Maybe it was why you felt yourself leaning closer, Harry mirroring your actions slowly, gaze on your lips.

It was soft and gentle the moment your lips were against each other, nothing heated, nothing heavy – just gentle and soft.

So much for not kissing with your daughter around.

“Harry, look!”

You both instantly pulled away, Harry clearing his throat as he turned and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, biting the inside of his mouth to stifle the wide smile that wanted to break out on his face.

Faith was in front of him in a second, holding out a paper for him.

“I made you a gift.” Bashfully, Faith said quietly as Harry held the white paper, looking at it.

Your shoulder against his, you looked over and your heart fluttered.

Three stick figures were standing alongside one another, a tall one, a shorter one with longer hair, an even shorter one with two small balls on its head, a yellow flower beside the last figure.

“This is you,” Faith pointed at the tallest figure, “This is Mommy, and this is me. And this,” pointing at the flower, “The sunflower you got.”

Right above the figure was a big, asymmetric red heart.

Your stomach fluttered, looking at your daughter for a moment before looking at Harry.

It looked like Faith had taken a liking to Harry – one that was bigger than you had expected.

Harry was speechless, eyes on the drawing as he felt his face heat up from the admiration, the innocent act being enough to have him feel like crying.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given to me.” And he meant it. Looking at Faith, he looked into her eyes – which he had realized were exact replicas of yours – “Thank you so much, Faith.”

You couldn’t help but feel like tearing up when Faith threw herself on him, struggling but managing to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug.

It seemed to have surprised Harry, too for a moment, but it took a second for Harry to help Faith up properly on his lap, hugging her back.

Faith was affectionate, you knew that, but she was never that affectionate with people other than family and the people she had grown up surrounded by. It was why you backed a little to watch, your hand loosely on your mouth.

“Thank you for breakfast,” Harry said as he stood by the door with you, “And the talk, and everything.”

“Thank you for coming. Faith and I had fun,” you smiled down at the ground before looking up at him, “I’m sorry if it was too much – with the drawing and Faith hugging you and talking your ear off and e-”

“Are you kidding?” Harry shook his head with a small laugh, “That was the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I’m framing that drawing the minute I’m home.” Harry patted his crossbag, where the drawing lied.

“She’s actually never like that with new people,” you admitted, “I’m surprised myself.”

“What can I say?” Harry teased, “I have my ways with kids.”

“Ha ha,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “You associate yourself with single moms often?”

“No, just the beautiful and talented ones.” He gave you a shrug, “That was very cheesy.”

“It was,” you laughed, “But it’s alright, I liked it.”

“Well then, we’re okay.” Harry nodded with a smile.

“We’re okay.”

A second passed before Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “You doing anything on Friday?”

“Not that I know of, no.”

“In that case,” his face softened, “How does dinner sound?”

“Dinner sounds lovely.” You smiled, clutching your hands together against your front. “But you know we need to start working, right?”

“Then how about we work then maybe cook a homemade meal at my place?” He suggested, “Faith is very much welcome to come.”

“Faith and work? Yeah, right,” you cringed, “I can drive her to mom’s for the day, it’s when my mom has my cousins over anyway so she’ll be alright.”

“If anything goes wrong, just tell me. I can get her anything she needs for entertainment.” Harry spoke honestly.

You smiled, stepping closer to him, “I’ll let you know.”

“Good. 5?”

“5.” You nodded.

“So it’s see you soon.” Harry smiled softly, looking down at you before gently moving one hand to your waist, leaning down to press his lips softly against yours.

“See you soon.” You repeated quietly against his lips as you pulled away.

“Call me?”

You nodded, licking your lips, watching as Harry’s eyes glanced at your lips again. Saving him the movement, you leaned closer to peck his lips.

hes.updatesss: Harry restocked the black and the white Fine Line t-shirts and added kids’ size on his website!

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