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harryyskiwii · 10 months

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Summary: You get your wisdom teeth removed and Harry looks after you.

Pairing: Boyfriend Harry x Reader

Word count: 2,290

A/N: Thank you to the lovely follower who requested this! I had fun writing this. hope you enjoy it!

The day you had been dreading was finally here; the day were had to have your wisdom teeth removed. You were grateful that Harry was able to take the day off to come with you and look after you. To say you were nervous was an understatement and you couldn’t hide it.

“You’re shaking love” Harry remarked as he looked across at you for a brief moment while he was driving and placing his hand on top of yours to help comfort you.

You hadn’t noticed were visibly shaking but you looked down and saw your shaky hands, you sighed in frustration.

“I hate this” and Harry smiled sympathetically “I know you do babe. Just think, within an hour it’ll all be done and we’ll be back home. I’ll be with you the whole time, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want” he offered and you smiled over at him.

“Fancy switching places with me?” You joked and he stifled a laugh “if I could I would babe but you’re gonna be just fine, think happy thoughts” he said, which was much easier said than done.

You weren’t being ‘put under’ for it since your dentist had assured you wouldn’t need it and that the teeth were “easily accessible” whatever that meant in dentist talk so you were more nervous that you would be awake the entire time.

He pulled up outside the dental practice and turned off the engine. You were sitting with your head against the headrest, trying to hold it together. You let out a shaky breath to try and slow your heart rate down.

“Breathe baby, you’re okay. Take a big deep breath in” Harry instructed as he helped you slow down your breathing. You did as Harry said and held it for a few seconds “and slowly out” he said and you blew out, trying to calm down.

“Better?” He asked and you nodded, keeping your eyes closed. “It’ll be okay, I know it’s scary but I won’t leave your side alright? I know you can do this” he said brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

You sighed once again and opened your eyes to see Harry looking at you sympathetically.

“Come on, let’s get it over with” he said as he encouraged you. You knew you had to do it, there was no way of getting out of it so you pulled yourself out of the car and took Harry’s hand for support as you walked into the dentist.

If your stomach wasn’t already doing somersaults before, it certainly was now that the all too familiar clinical smell hit you like a ton of bricks as soon as you stepped inside.

“I feel sick” you whispered to Harry “it’s okay, just try to slow your breathing down. Go and sit down and I’ll check you in” he said placing a kiss on your forehead.

You walked over to the waiting room and took a seat in one of the empty chairs. Luckily, there was only one older man reading a paper who was sitting in there with you.

You looked at your phone for the time, it was 9:55am, it only 5 minutes until your appointment. Your stomach felt queasy and you had started shaking again. Your heart stopped when you heard the waiting room door open but relaxed slightly when you seen it was only Harry coming to join you.

“You okay?” He said quietly while he was coming to join you.

“I’m great, never been better” you replied sarcastically and he laughed.

“Alright missy, enough with the sarcasm”

“Sorry, ignore me” you said to him.

“I’ll never ignore you” he said putting his arm around you for comfort. “How about after this we head home and have a movie day on the sofa?”

You nodded in response and it was quiet for a few seconds until the waiting room door opened again.

A young dental nurse came in and called for the man who was reading the paper. You were dreading your name being called next.

The thought of a man pulling 4 teeth out of your mouth while you were awake in just under 5 minutes, terrified you so much so that you were ready to stand up and leave, that was until the waiting room door being opened and you heard your name being called.

You must have looked like a rabbit in headlights as Harry chuckled a little next to you.

“Come on love” Harry said as he stood up and held his hand out for you to take.

You stood up, taking his hand and looking towards the door to see an older looking lady with dark brown hair which was pinned back with a claw clip.

“Morning darling! How are you today?” She asked kindly as you approached.

“Fine thank you” you replied sheepishly.

“Gorgeous day today isn’t it! I just love the sunshine, I wish it could stay all year round” she said cheerily as she led you back to the room. Her name tag read 'Anne' which comforted you a little bit as she sort of reminded you of Harry’s mum, Anne, who always chatted away and made you feel comfortable.

She was a bubbly woman who looked to be in her 50’s with dark brunette hair.

You couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying however as you were just trying your best not to faint as you walked through the corridor.

Approaching the room, Anne held the door open for you “Here we are, on you two go in”

You walked in and a new wave of nausea hit you when you saw the dental chair.

“Hi y/n, in you come and take a seat” the dentist who was in his late 40’s said as you and Harry walked in.

You smiled sheepishly and said hello as you took a seat in the chair, Harry introducing himself to the dentist and then sitting down on the little couch that was situated by the window for friends and family.

“How are you today?” He asked as he pulled on a pair of gloves to get started.

“Fine thank you” you replied, your voice shaky as you couldn’t hide the fact you were scared.

“A bit nervous?” He said sensing your fear and you nodded “yeah, I’m not looking forward to it” you said and he smiled sympathetically.

“I completely understand, do you want me to run through how we’ll do it to try and put your mind at ease?”

You nodded and the dentist spent the next 5 minutes talking briefly over how the appointment would go. It did help put your mind at ease a little bit but you stomach was still doing summersaults.

“Think you’re okay to get started?” The dentist asked and you took a deep breath in and nodded your head before you could back out.

“Great, as I said just focus on your breathing the whole time and I’ll try get you out of here as quick as I can” he said which you appreciated.

You let out another shaky breath and tried to hold back tears as you really didn’t want to do this.

“You okay?” Harry asked and you nodded, tears filling your eyes. As soon as he asked you that, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Come here” he said coming over to hug you as you cried quietly into his shoulder.

“Aw darling, let me get you some tissues” Anne the nurse said when she noticed you crying.

“Talk to us, what are you most nervous about? Is there anything in particular we can do to help you?” She said coming over to you and handing you some tissues.

You thanked her and wiped away your tears. “Just all of it” you said and took a deep breath to try and compose yourself.

“Okay, how about you take a couple of minutes, have some water and we can take it from there? There’s no rush today y/n, take all the time you need. I’ll go and get you a bottle of water” Anne said placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder for comfort.

“We’ll look after you y/n, sit there for a few moments and we’ll start when you’re ready” the dentist said and you thanked him.

You sat with Harry for a few minutes, sipping on the water as he comforted you and hyped you up to get the tooth taken out.

“How are you feeling now?” The dentist said as he came to face you.

“A bit better now thank you, sorry I don’t know what that was I just got overwhelmed” you felt you had to apologise for your earlier emotional outburst.

“Don’t apologise, I don’t want you being upset. Do you feel as though you would be ready to start? It will only take 30 minutes max I promise” the dentist said to you and you looked to Harry who was crouching down by the dental chair.

“You can do this” he encouraged and you took a deep breath and nodded, allowing them to start the procedure.

The procedure actually went better than you thought with the teeth being removed in under 30 minutes. Harry was constantly by your side, rubbing and kissing your hand both as you were getting the injections to numb you and as the teeth were coming out. You were certain without him being there, you wouldn’t have been able to have gotten through it.

You were so relieved when the chair was being brought back up and you saw Harry smiling proudly at you.

“Well done my love, it’s all over with now. Just keep biting on that gauze for me” Anne said.

“You did really well y/n, especially considering how nervous you were. It was a straightforward procedure and the good news is the recovery time is only about a week” the dentist told you.

“I’ll go over some aftercare instructions with you but I’ll give you a leaflet also as I know it can be a lot to take in" The next few moments consisted of the dentist telling you how to look after the extraction sites and things to do and what not to do, not that you were taking it in as you were just relieved it was over and still in a bit of shock of what had just happened but nodded your head in agreement.

“Great. You’re free to go and as I said, if you have any issues, just give us a call”

Harry helped you to your feet and hold on to you as he steadied as you walked back to the car. Although you weren’t put under anaesthesia, you were numb, in shock and overall it was a slightly traumatic experience.

He helped you into the car before jumping round to the driver's side. "How you feeling?" he asked but he already knew the answer.

You rested your head against the window "Like crap" you were numb, certain you were starting to swell and tired from what you had went through.

"You did really well babe, I'm so proud of you. Let's go get a milkshake and we can go home" he said leaning over and placing a kiss on your head.

Within 30 minutes, you were back home in bed with Harry, with your milkshake and a spoon (Harry made sure you didn't use a straw as directed by the dentist) watching Netflix.

Watching 'The Night Agent' on Netflix, you felt your eyes closing as you fell asleep to the sound of the show.

It was the intense pain that eventually woke you up. You groaned as you opened your eyes "you okay y/n?" you heard Harry's voice ask you.

"It hurts" you told him, rubbing your eyes. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom where he returned with a glass of water and some pain meds you had been prescribed.

"Take these love, it should help with the pain. The dentist said you'd start to feel something after about 4 hours"

"I've been asleep for 4 hours?!"

Harry laughed "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. Plus you probably needed the sleep after this morning"

"You fancy some soup? You'll be starving no doubt" he asked you as you took the painkillers.

You heard your stomach grumbled so agreed to some soup. "Yes please"

He made you some soup and sat in bed with you while you ate it before he ran you a bath. "I'm gonna go get you some ice babe, you're starting to swell" Harry said after your bath while you two were cuddling on the couch that night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you literally resembled Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks. "Fuck" you muttered as Harry walked back through "Caught a glimpse of yourself?" he laughed as he handed you the ice pack.

"I look like a chipmunk Harry"

"You're a very cute little chipmunk though. The dentist said the swelling was normal for a day or 2 so you'll be my little chipmunk for the next few days"

"I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying about aftercare. I'll need to phone tomorrow and ask" You told Harry as you couldn't remember a thing they had told you.

"Luckily for you, you have the best boyfriend in the world who took notes" he said showing you his phone with a list of bullet pointed instructions. "Don't worry about it, I'll look after you babe" Harry said kissing your slightly swollen cheeks.

You smiled at him. You were so lucky to have someone as kind and thoughtful as Harry in your life.

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theemporium · 9 months

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Heyyyy, love all your works i’ve read so far, and i am still scrolling through your feed.

I wanted to request a Daniel x sunshine, where they have pregnancy scare, and daniel wasn’t in a right mood so he kind of had a bad reaction but then they end up alright because he apologises and tells sunshine how it was all because he had a bad day.

Thank youuuuu, take care💚

whoops this is a bit of a long one but thank you!! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

To be frank, Daniel had a shit day.

He had been dragged into the factory at an ungodly hour—far earlier than he was meant to be—and it started off his day in a grouchy mood. The meeting seemed pointless in his opinion, but he was still forced to sit through it regardless and fight the urge to doze off.

Then, it had been a day jam-packed full of media duties and sponsorship promotions that he was in no mood for. Everybody had their off days, even Daniel Ricciardo and the people on set could tell. Unfortunately, there was a deadline to be met and they couldn’t keep putting the filming off.

And to top everything off, you had been blowing his phone up all morning, forcing him to turn it off for the rest of the day when the team started to get a bit irritated at the constant interruption.

By the time he headed back to your shared apartment, he was downright exhausted, hungry and in desperate need to just sit on the couch for five minutes before he did anything. He expected you would either be in your office working, or in the kitchen whipping something up for the two of you.

He was surprised to find neither of those options.

Instead, you were pacing around the living room, lost in your own world as you muttered away to yourself. Your head snapped up when he shut the door behind him, your eyes wide like you were a deer caught in headlights. He waited for you to saunter over, press a kiss on his lips as you greeted him like you usually did.

But you just stood there.

“Can we talk?” you eventually blurted out, and a part of him sensed the heaviness in your voice. He knew it wasn’t going to be some silly story, and he didn’t think he had it in him to have the conversation right that second.

“Baby, I just walked through the door, at least let me shower,” he sighed as he shuffled further into the apartment, dropping his backpack near the door before he shrugged his shoes off and placed them beside the others.

“Danny, please—” you started but the exhaustion within him finally snapped, hitting the last dregs of his patience.

“Please, I’ve had a long fucking day at work, I don’t need to hear whatever you’ve been nagging me all day about right this second,” he muttered, his words a little harsher than even he intended. “Just please, give me like thirty minutes alone.”

You blinked before clearing your throat, your eyes instantly looking anywhere but him. He felt a twinge of guilt rush through him.

“Baby—”

But you just shook your head, making your way past him and towards the door as you shoved your feet into the first pair of shoes you could find. “It’s fine, I needed to get something from the shops anyways.”

Daniel sighed. “Sunshine—”

But you were already out the door.

Daniel ran his hands over his face, letting out a small groan before he started making his way deeper into the house. He would make it up to you once you returned, he would make sure of that. But right now, he needed a hot shower and a change of clothes, and maybe some food to help him feel a little more human.

However, when his hand reached out to flip the bathroom switch, the last thing he expected to see when the lights turned on was the plastic stick lying on the counter.

His blood ran cold.

He knew exactly what it was and he didn’t need to step any closer to know. It was a pregnancy test. You had done a pregnancy test. And then, just when he thought he could breathe again, everything started clicking in place.

The phone calls throughout the day. The messages that went unanswered on his side. The sketchy behaviour when he walked through the door and the insistence to have a chat.

You wanted to tell him you were pregnant—with his child—and he had snapped at you.

Daniel swore he could have thrown up there and then as he quickly exited the bathroom, his mind whirling with a million different thoughts as he made his way to the living room. He sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the door as the seconds ticked by like hours as he waited, as he waited for you to come back home, as he waited to say a thousand and more apologies the second you stepped a foot into the threshold of your shared apartment.

When you turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, the last thing you expected was to be ambushed by your boyfriend into a tight hug that almost made you drop the tub of ice cream you bought.

“Danny—”

“I’m sorry,” his words came out slightly muffled. He then lifted his head, his expression wary and his eyes glossy with tears as he continued. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should have never snapped at you and I should have answered your calls—”

You gave him a sad smile. “Babe, it’s fine—”

“No, no, it’s not,” Daniel said with a shake of his head as he cupped your face in his hands. “I’m gonna be there for you, you hear me? I might have been a jerk earlier but that’s gone now. I’m gonna be here for you, to do whatever you need. I’m gonna be here for you and our baby and—”

“Daniel,” you repeated, gripping his wrists to catch his attention. “I’m not pregnant.”

He shook his head. “Sunshine, you don’t have to lie, I saw the test—”

“It’s negative.”

He blinked, feeling as though the air had been wiped out of him. “What?”

“It came back negative,” you told him, letting out a shaky breath. “I’d been feeling shit the last few days and realised that I was late. I started freaking out and panicking, and I tried calling you on the off chance that you’d be able to come back home.”

Daniel’s eyes softened. “Sunshine.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered with a sheepish smile. “I was shaking so much, I couldn’t even drive to the shops. I walked, bought the tests and a litre of water and just…chugged it on the way back.”

His thumbs gently caressed the apple of your cheek.

“Those three minutes were the scariest three minutes of my life,” you confessed to your boyfriend, swallowing back the emotions you felt in the back of your throat. “I mean, I don’t even know if I’m ready to be a mother and I just—”

Daniel waited.

“I just wanted you there,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close and tight into his chest. It was the comfort you had been seeking all day. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you, and I’m sorry for being a jerk earlier.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered. “You were stressed.”

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” Daniel retorted and pulled back so he could look at you again. “One day, I hope you will be the mother of my children, and I hope I will be by your side when we find out.”

Your lips twitched. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grinned softly. “I’m in it for the long run, Sunshine.”

“Me too, Ricciardo,” you whispered before giving him a teasing smile. “Even if you’re a jerk sometimes.”

He laughed softly. “I’ll make it up to you, Sunshine, promise.”

But you just smiled. “I know you will.”

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eluxcastar · 10 months

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This is so silly: Fatui Harbingers receiving a bouquet of flowers from their shy s/o?

Harbingers receiving a gift from their s/o

── ୨୧：harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it's exactly what's written on the tin but with a side of me being off my head again

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader

୨୧﹑words :: 950

I'm so in love with the requests that let me answer them like a crackhead. but also I'm so sorry to the anons who want me to be serious I've just got the sillies. I spent the entire time calling it a pot until I realised the thing I was actually referring to is a vase and had to go back and change it all

if you're wondering where the shy part went, it was lost to this phenomenon called "I can't read" and by the time I realised it said that I was already done. I feel like this is the second time it's happened.

Alright usual order Tartaglia first. I'll be honest; I have no clue. Like, I literally left his here just saying, "Alright usual order", because what the FUCK would he do. He doesn't seem like a flower person, but also it being his s/o changes that so much because his s/o might make him a flower person. You could guess his favourite colour is yellow and suddenly it's yellow because he's so normal for you. He didn't even like flowers, but omg, you got him flowers. These are his new favourite flowers ever kinda thing.

Next is Arlecchino (more food is coming I promise), and tbh, I feel like she'd enjoy receiving flowers. It's not an overly flashy gift, and it probably took a lot for you to go out of your way to get that for her, let alone give it to her. She appreciates that you would get her a gift at all because receiving gifts feels nice sometimes. You can have a kiss for your flowers.

Third would be Pantalone, whose I kinda answered. Flowers are a gift, and honestly, I love the idea that as long as the gifts have sentimental value, that's what he'll treasure the most. He's gonna display those in his nicest vase for people to see. Why would you be nervous about that? The thought of what people think of them? No need. Nobody critiques his decor and means it. They know better.

La Signora would appreciate them, but they gotta be nice, yk? And like, you've gotta pay attention. There's no point if you just get whatever's available. Does she like those kinds of flowers? Do they smell nice? Compliment their surroundings? It's in the details that say you care because, to her, it means you were paying enough attention to consider it for what is a very standard gift for many people.

I did Scara then realised I forgot Sandrone omg anyway flowers, she would love those in her own silly little way. They're nice, and it's so cute that you went to the effort that she might just smile at you. She's 100% gonna keep those to herself and just stare at them for a while because someone got her a gift (this basically never happens) (if it did who the fuck are they?? unimportant 🙄)

Aight we got Scaradouche. Firstly no way this man is going to let you immediately know you got him a gift he likes. Flowers? That's such a girly present to give someone 🙄🙄 (They'll be in a pot on his dresser within the hour). He wouldn't usually want flowers, but since you already went and got them, he'll just have to. Just a little, I think he'd be losing it on the inside, kinda like when someone says they're so normal about something, and you know they're fucking lying. Like that

I totally missed Pulcinella last time, so he can get some flowers now. Honestly, I can see why I forgot him. I probably intended to do him but didn't have an idea and was like, "I'll come back to it", then got hit with this thing called filthy liar syndrome. Old people like flowers so he'd be happy with that, something nice to add some colour to a room or something Idk I'm not old (I'M SORRY I'LL BE SERIOUS). Some of you have no grandfather OR father you just like me fr so I'll throw in for y'all that he'd be proud of you for picking out such a nice gift and acquiring it of your own accord (which you are capable of) because it must've been difficult to get past the initial conversation starter problem.

Already off that train, we're finally at Capitano. I can't say for sure cause he has two lines but tbh, he seems like he'd like it. You can have a nice pat on the head and everything cause aww you went to all that effort just for him? That deserves a nice cuddle ❤️

Columbina thinks of it like anything else you do, more confused as to what the occasion is than anything and not very sure what provoked you to do this, but she accepts it and thanks you nonetheless because she still does like it. She just also wants to know what you're doing and why, but she's satisfied with the answer that you just wanted to and cuts you off before the apologies if she doesn't like it.

What the fuck did you get Dottore flowers for?? Like, what would he do with them?? That's awkward. He'll take them off your hands, but after that, he kinda just 🧍 because what else does he do? He can look at them and sit them somewhere, but like they have no purpose. The effort is nice. He probably doesn't want these again tho unless he can use them for something. You'll get a thanks, but like he's kinda bad at hiding that he's got no idea what to do with it. Get him some flowers that are useful rather than decorative maybe?

We are at Pierro, and I think it's a bit of a mix. On the surface, he may seem like he doesn't want them and only accepts them to save your feelings but secretly treasures them ❤️ I like the idea of him being sentimental toward his s/o because something about it is just cute. It also matches the vibe, like, he's got a very closed-off exterior that you are used to that's meant to hide that adorable and undeniably vulnerable interior that really, really loves you and all of the things you do for him.

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watermelonlovershigh · 8 months

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Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.

Sick Daddy /concept/

AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff

{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }

word count- 566

You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.

You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.

Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."

Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."

With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."

Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."

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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.

When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."

Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."

Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"

Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."

Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.

Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.

It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.

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bejeweledblondie · 7 months

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A Royal Baby

Captain John Price x F! Royalty Reader

Summary: the final part in my royalty series, I thought finishing it out with a baby would be best!

Warnings: childbirth, mentions of sex, nudity, throwing up & anxiety

Y/N had always loved waking up like this, wrapped in John’s arms. Inhaling his masculine scent of cigars & bourbon. She smiled to herself & ran her delicate fingers along his arm. They had been married for three months now & after a romantic honeymoon in the south of France they had returned to London. With his morning wood poking her the back she was reminded of the many times they consummated their marriage. She’ll never forget the embarrassment of a her security hearing them. Their welsh corgi a gift from Y/N’s grandmother jumped up onto the bed & started to lick her face.

She giggled & wiggled herself out of John’s grasp.

“Alright, alright I’m up.” She replied. John was still tuckered out from the flight home. She admired his chest leading down to his happy trail. “How did I get so lucky?” She whispered to herself. When she went to go swing her legs over to the side of the best to put her slippers on a wave of nausea washed over her. Hastily putting her beloved pet on the bed & ditching the slippers she sprinting to the toilet. Holding her hair back & lifting up the lid she emptied the contents from her stomach. Last night’s dinner was floating in the water in front of her. All the commotion must’ve woken John up as she felt his hand soothingly rubbing her back. Finally once she was done, she flushed the toilet & rest back up against John.

“Were you feeling this ill when we left Paris yesterday?” He asked still rubbing her back.

“I don’t think so, I don’t know what came over me I hate throwing up.” Y/N replied. “Let me brush my teeth at least so I can get this horrific taste out of my mouth. Then we will phone for the doctor to come take a look.” While she was brushing the taste of bile out of her mouth John was already one step ahead calling for the physician.

“He’ll be here in one hour love,” John said as he walked into the bathroom. “Why don’t you lie down for the remainder of time & I’ll have of the maids get you some tea.”

Soon enough within the hour there Y/N sat with an empty tea cup on her beside table & the Royal physician sitting beside her.

“Now you said you didn’t feel like this when you got home last night, right?” The Doctor asked.

“No I felt perfectly fine it was just this morning it came out of nowhere.” Y/N replied. John sat beside her holding her hand.

“Now I do have to ask,” the Doctor started. “You two have been sexually active I’m assuming?” A blush crept up on Y/N’s cheeks at the question.

“Yes,” John replied beating her to the punch. He knew how coy she was about their intimate life.

“Have you tried a pregnancy test?” She asked as she started to dig through her bag. Once she pulled one out & she handed it to Y/N. “Morning nausea is an early sign of pregnancy, & you had also mentioned previously your monthly is late. So it’s definitely possible. Go take the test & if it is negative give me a call. I have a great referral for the wonder OB if it’s positive.”

“Thank you doctor,” John replied. “Let me have one of the staff escort you out.” John lead the doctor to the door & one of the butler’s already stood there ready to escort her. Once he returned Y/N was already out of bed & urinating onto the stick. She laid out a piece of toilet paper & laid the stick on it. Who knew two minutes could by so slowly. Y/N was pacing the floor biting onto her nails trinternally processing what was happening.

“Love you’ll started a draft if you keep doing that.” John said & he walked over to comfort her. He outstretched his arms & pulled her in for a deep hug. “Whatever happens, remember I still love you remember that.” The timer had gone off signifying that the test was done. They both walked into the bathroom & Y/N took a deep breath before picking it up. She flipped the test over to see word “positive.”

Her whole body went numb as she read the word over & over again.

“It’s positive, John.” She replied & looked at him. “We’re going to have a baby.” He looked at her with wide eyes & pulled her in for a deep kiss. Once he let go he placed both of his hands on her head & smiled at her.

“I’m going to be a dad!” He cheered. “I cannot wait to tell the boys!” It had been a few months since he had seen his former team. Being married to a member of the British Royal Family meant he had to take more of a backseat role in the military. She knew he was desperately missing his friends & this would be a great opportunity for them to be reunited. She also knew how public her pregnancy would be & how much she’d have to do to ensure stress was a factor in creating problems for her health. Her hand rubbed small circles on her abdomen as she looked down. She was taking in John’s moment of jumping around out of excitement.

“Your daddy’s a little crazy, but you’ll get used to him.” Y/N whispered to her lower abdomen.

9 months later

Pregnancy was taking a toll on Y/N. The first couple of months had been a breeze she had been sporting a little beach ball bump for the first eight months. They knew they were going to be having a little boy which made John even more elated than he was because they’d get to do father/son activities. Now she was feeling like a whale, & her stomach was incredibly heavy. Her doctor had requested she stay out of public appearances & stay in bed. John had taken a leave of absence from his position with the military due to his wife’s state. He couldn’t bear to see her in this much pain.

The baby was now overdue & Y/N was pacing with her nurse in the comfort of their master bedroom to help see if it would induce labor. John sat in a chair with their beloved Corgi draped across his lap.

“Oh how I wish I could evict you,” She grumbled at her belly. “I know it’s probably warm & you get food whenever but you’ll have to stop freed loading at some point.”

“Love, why don’t you have some of the spicy Mexican food that the chef made for you? It might help with speeding this up.” He said. She waddled over to him with the nurse still holding her side. She took the plate from him & started to eat.

“I blame you for this,” Y/N said and pointed her fork at him. “You just had to be all sexy & down to-“ She stopped mid sentence. Both the nurse & John looked at her with worried looks.

“Darling what’s wrong?” He asked in a worried tone. He looked down at her pajamas pants & they were soaked. He took the plate of food out of her hands and put it on the table besides them. Looking down at the floor & he noticed a big puddle around her feet.

“I think my water broke.” She replied. A sharp pain in her abdomen caused her scream out a bunch of curses.

“We need to get to the hospital.” The nurse said. “I’ll phone the doctor, your highness get the baby bag & we will get her to St. Mary’s.” The nurse ran into the other room & John took hold of Y/N’s hand.

“How are you feeling love?” He asked. With tired eyes she glared at him.

“Wet.” She replied. “I need to change.” She waddled off with John quickly trailing behind her.

“Love,” John started as he watched her walk into her closet. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Ah ha I found it!” She cheered & stripped out of her now wet pajamas into a nightgown. “Much better.”

“Okay that’s great you look beautiful now let’s go before you have our son in our closet.” He said & gently guided her to the doorway. Baby bag in hand, they all quickly made their way down to were the ambulance was waiting for them.

Once at the hospital, they were put in a private wing & Y/N was hooked up to a bunch of monitors. Even with the epidural, labor was still a very intense process. It killed John to see her like this, seeing her in any pain caused him emotional distress. He never wanted to see her hurt like this. Soon she was fully dilated & ready to push.

“Alright your highnesses, are you ready to meet your son?” The doctor said as he walked in. He sat down right in front of her & put gloves on. Two nurses held her feet & legs in the air while John held her right hand. “When I say push, push.” The doctor instructed. “Take deep breaths in between. I can see the babies head. Okay. Push.” The doctor instructed.

With a bone crushing grip on John’s hand Y/N let out a strangled scream & pushed. Once she couldn’t push anymore she relaxed & took a deep breath. A nurse took a wet towel & brushed over her forehead. “Okay Push!” The doctor yelled again. The epidural had started to wear off & Y/N started to scream bloody murder as soon as the ring of fire started to happened.

“You’re doing great my love keep pushing.” John said & kissed her forehead.

“That’s great your highness, he’s so close keep pushing!” The doctor said & soon enough he caught the screaming infant in his hands. The wail of her son filled the room & Y/N started to cry. A nurse placed her son on her chest as they started to wipe off of the some of fluid from his head.

“Oh John,” Y/N said look at him. “He’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” John said as he started to cry. “Thank you for gifting me the best thing in my life.” He placed a kiss on her forehead, & the nurse took the infant to clean him up.

After a few hours once Y/N was all stitched up & well rested she was holding her newborn son. He was latched to her breast & John was just in awe at the life that was created. His son was so little & he was just so beautiful. They had decided on a family name for him, James, named after Y/N’s paternal grandfather. It took a few days, but soon Y/N allowed for visitors to come in before they revealed the infant to the world. A slew of family & friends came to see the new edition.

Then the Task Force came by. Y/N was all dolled up in a dress for the reveal later on in the day. Simon, maskless & in casual clothing was holding the newest edition to the Price household. They came with gifts, including a camouflage onesie with a custom name tape on it, a baby blanket, & many other items. John & Y/N watched as the infant was cooing at Simon. His little body was able to fit in the crook of his arm.

“Oi you’ve had your turn let me hold the little lad.” Soap said. Simon passed the infant off to the Scotsman. “I want one.” As soon as the infant was placed into his arms.

“You can’t just go to the store & buy one MacTavish.” Gaz said. “You can barely take care of a goldfish.” James started to wiggle around in Soap’s arms & giggling at the silly faces he was making while mocking Gaz. A knock at the door turned everyone’s attention to the front of the room. One of the Royal advisors was standing there alerting them that in fifteen minutes they were due in the front for a photo op with the press. Soap reluctantly, handed the infant back to Y/N. They said their goodbyes to the team, & started to gather themselves.

“Are you ready to meet the world little one?” John asked as they exited the delivery room. “Come on love it’s time for the world to meet our son.” Side by side they walked out of the doors of St. Mary’s & introduced their first born son to the world.

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laguezze · 1 year

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PAC: Summer Predictions

it's almost June and I feel like summer tends to be an exciting time for a lot of people! In case you are wondering what are some things summer will bring to you here's a Mamma Mia! Themed PAC for ya.

Minors DNI as one of the piles is a little PG. Please don't. Listen to me. Don't interact!

Here are the piles!

Pile I

Pile II

Pile III

Pile IV

Ready? Let's go!

Pile I

Song channeled: Waterloo

"I was defeated you won the war." "Finally facing my Waterloo."

There's an energy of waiting and release. I'll explain. You've been waiting for something to happen, you've been making moves in the past and nothing came out of it. So now I'm sensing you're just defeated and decided to let go of it. You have learned you can live without this thing happening. And it's when you let go that it happens. Or for some of you, something better comes out of it.

Letting go is a powerful thing, it can bring new things, it gives you peace of mind. And although it's painful sometimes, the sense of release is better than anything else.

So basically, this summer I see you becoming more chill with others and with yourself. You're done waiting and expecting things from people and opportunities, you're done. So you're letting go, learning how to breathe and that will be rewarded.

Things I'm seeing could happen: meeting a promising connection, learning a new skill, getting a job offer, learning how to love yourself.

Hope it resonates! 💕

Pile II

Song channeled: Dancing Queen

"you are the dancing queen, young and sweet"

"you're a teaser you turn em on"

I'm seeing you wanna have fun this summer. I mean, you chose this dancing pile, so it makes sense.

And I'm not here to blow your fun away. But i am.

So you want to go out and meet new people, get into that hot girl summer mindset. Maybe you've had a boring year or your experiences with summer have always been dull and not special.

I'm seeing someone scrolling on social media, looking at all the fun things people are doing on vacation, wishing that was them.

Well, I'm here to tell you that may not be you. And that's ok.

You're not at that point yet and that's fine. You can't expect to go out and meet people in a place where you know everyone. And if you can't afford to leave that place then it's going to be very difficult doing that.

It's alright to have a chill moment at home, you don't need to be out and about everyday in order for your summer to be exciting. You can meet people other ways, and you can get to know the people you already know better. Deepen some existing connections. Your deep desire of getting everything new is putting you back. You need to appreciate the things in your life before you get new ones. Including people.

Things I'm seeing could happen: finding a good friend, shadow work, journaling, exploring and finding new places in your city, picnic dates, taking care of animals.

Hope it resonates! 💕

Pile III

Song I channeled: I've been waiting for you.

"You're something I'd been pleading for"

"And finally it seems to me, my lonely days are through"

Great energy here, pile 3. A lot of you have done the work and been introspective and learned how to love yourselves. I'm so proud of that. Some of you spent hours wondering why your FS wasn't here yet and used that to solve some issues within you. Some of you wondered why you didn't seem good enough for this new position, and you did the work and got where you needed to be.

Whatever this thing you wanted was, you've done the work in order to get it. So you will get it. This summer it seems like the universe is giving you a break and granting you a wish. I'm so happy for you guys!

Things I see could happen: meeting a soulmate, getting a new job, getting a pet, buying a new house, leaving home, traveling somewhere you were dreaming of.

Hope it resonates! 💕

Pile IV

Song I channeled: Our last summer

"Walk around the Seine, laughing in the rain"

"Memories that remain"

You guys will probably travel somewhere small, like a town no one has ever heard of. This might be home for some of you and you'll be going back after a while. I'm seeing this summer will be quite transformative. I'm seeing it will be peaceful and quiet, but that's exactly what you need. Although not uneventful. I'm seeing some drama might happen with old friends. But nothing major. Maybe you'll get a crush on someone or see your old crush again and remember.

This summer is full of nostalgia and old memories. You'll rethink a lot of your goals and values and discover yourself a little more.

Things I'm seeing could happen: meeting a new crush, making a song, fighting with friends, rekindling a romance, losing the v (iykyk), lots of firsts... (Iykyk), flower picking, reading, writing a novel.

If you're a minor reading this why would you do this to me, i told you to leave at the beginning like get off the internet and live your life.

Hope it resonates! 💕

The End

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Okay okay pretty pretty please what about alpha-17 with one of the I want you prompts—I’m leaning towards you want me now but what about in a few months and I’m not a temporary desire I’m torn over which one though so you can pick or combine whichever one you’d like idk 🙈

Forever

Summary: You have a conversation with Alpha, and redefine your relationship with him.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1305

Warnings: Discussions of sex and relationships

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

Your relationship with Alpha, such as it is, is an easy one. Of course, it’s not actually a relationship. Not in the way that the word implies.

Oh, sure. He spends more time with you than with anyone else, and sure, you keep spare everything on hand for him in your suites. And sure, he knows the code to your room and can come and go as he pleases.

And yeah, he kisses you like he needs you to breathe and gives you mind breaking orgasms on the regular…but you’re not in a relationship with him. In fact, you’re pretty sure that Alpha doesn’t do relationships.

Which is a shame, because you do want a relationship with him.

But if it’s not an option then it’s not an option, and you’ll just have to take what he’s willing to give you.

You pause at the thought, and scowl at your datapad, as though it is the cause of all of your problems. Take what he’s willing to give you. Like table scraps.

Ugh.

Once upon a time you wouldn’t have been content with scraps. Once upon a time you would have insisted on a proper relationship or nothing at all.

But then, once upon a time, you had a wider dating pool.

You purse your lips at the thought, and then power your datapad down, and attach it to the charger.

Whatever. Your choice is Alpha. Has been Alpha from the first time you met him, and will likely remain Alpha, even after he grows bored of you. Such is your life.

“Alright. I’m done for the day,” You announce to the other medics, some of them are clones, the majority of them are natborn like yourself. Some of them reply, most of them don’t. You don’t mind, it’s not like you’re friends with them.

Friendly, maybe. But not friends.

You step out of the medbay, and weave through the crowded halls, neatly side-stepping a group of cadets heading back to their barracks, and swerving around a cluster of trainers gathered outside a classroom.

And you mentally release a silent curse when you see Jango holding court with some of the other proper Mandalorians. Of which you are not, on account of your mother taking you and your brothers away from Mandalore when you were still an infant.

He glances at you, and then glances at his chrono, “You’re taking an early day, Baar’ur.” You can hear the judgment in his voice and you’re suddenly reminded why you can’t stand Jango.

“Give me a break, I’ve been up and working since 3 am.” You mutter.

“Why so early?”

You sigh, “Because someone has to be in the infirmary just in case someone gets injured in the middle of the night. Can I go? I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Just making sure you’re not skipping out on work.”

“I’m sure you are.” You reply before you brush around the group of men. Your mind locked solidly on the pizza you prepped last night and is sitting in your fridge to be cooked.

Luckily, no one else stops you and you’re swiftly able to return to your suite, where you start the oven and throw the pizza in it, before you strip out of your work clothes and into your much more comfortable lounge clothes.

And then you drop onto your couch and turn on your favorite movie.

If today runs like it normally does, Alpha will finish his work in three hours, and will be back in your suite within four. Which gives you time enough to eat and watch one long movie, or two shorter ones.

An hour later, while you’re still eating your pizza, the door slides open and Alpha steps into your suite. He looks…exhausted. More exhausted than he normally does after a long day of training ARCs.

“You look tired, Alpha.” You note as you set your pizza back on your plate.

“I am tired,” He replies as he drops his armor on the floor, and then collapses into a chair next to you. “What are you eating?”

“The pizza I made last night,” You push the plate over to him, though he shakes his head and pushes it back, “Why are you so exhausted?”

“It’s just…it’s been a long week.” He says with a sigh.

You shoot him a concerned look, and then take another bite out of your pizza. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?” you ask, once your mouth was no longer full.

“I just want to be with you,” Alpha replies as he tilts his head back, as if trying to relax, and then he lifts his head and he watches you carefully, “You know,” He notes, “Some of my brothers have a crush on you.”

“...I did not know that, no.” You say slightly startled, “How do you know this?”

“They aren’t very subtle about their affection,” He replies dryly. “I don’t blame them, of course. You’re perfect. But it was kind of annoying having to listen to them openly fantasize about you.”

“Openly fantasizing about me.” You repeat as you scrunch up your nose.

“There are quite a lot of doctor/patient fantasies-”

“Oh, don’t tell me that!” You say, “Why would you tell me that?”

Alpha laughs, “I thought it was funny. Especially since that’s not something we’ve played with before.”

“And we’re not going to. I’d like to keep my job out of my bed, thank you.”

He laughs a little more, and rests his chin on the palm of his hand. Alpha watches you with a small smile on his lips, and you make a face at him, “Is there a reason you’re staring at me while I eat?”

“I like watching you.” He replies honestly, “Do you have any idea how much I want you? All of the time.”

“You haven’t exactly been subtle, no.” You reply as your face heats.

“Why are you embarrassed? After all the things we’ve done? All over your apartment-”

“Alpha!”

“I’m just trying to understand.” He continues, “Why do you blush as though this is the first time you’ve heard me say something like that?”

You huff and absently fiddle with your food, “Sometimes you say things that make me think that you won’t toss me to the side when you get bored of me.” You finally mumble.

Alpha shifts in his seat, “Get bored and toss you aside? Why would I do that?”

You shrug, “Come on, Alpha. It’s not exactly like we’re dating or anything. I’m just…” You make a face, “easy.”

Alpha narrows his eyes slightly, and then he takes your plate and pushes it to the side, so that you have to focus on him, “Stop being dumb. I want you.”

You shake your head, “You want me now, but what about in a few months?”

Alpha scoffs, “You’re not a temporary desire, cyare.”

You blink at him, “What?”

He reaches out and lightly grips your chin, forcing you to hold your gaze with him, “Let me be perfectly clear. I want you and only you. Forever. Or as long as you’re willing to put up with me.” Alpha smirks at you, “After all, I’m not a temporary desire either.”

You stare at him for a few moments, “Does that mean we’re dating?”

“If that’s the language you want to use, sure.” Alpha shrugs lazily as he releases you.

“Well, what language do you want to use?”

“So long as I can kiss you and fuck you as much as both of us want, I don’t care about the language.” Alpha says bluntly, and he grins as you duck your head.

“Must you say it like that?”

“Absolutely.” He replies with a grin, “Hurry up and finish eating. I’m going to make it so you can’t walk tomorrow.”

#star wars #tcw #alpha-17 x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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salternateunreality2 · 6 days

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AGSZC Sparring - Fear the ‘Bo

From the @strayheartless archives <3

This is out of character for crack purposes.

—----

They all like to spar, and one time Zack has a brilliant idea.

Zack: Let's split into teams and go all out! We can do me, Angeal, and Genesis against Seph and Cloud, since Cloud's new!

Cloud: Did you just call me a handicap? *Sniff*

Zack: SHIT, CLOUD, NO, I'M SORRY

Cloud: *sniff* NO, YOU'RE NOT SORRY, YOU'RE ON. COME ON, SEPH. *sniff*

Within half an hour, Sephiroth and Cloud DESTROY Angeal, Zack, and Genesis, with Sephiroth holding back.

Genesis, wheezing on the floor: *wheeze* alright *gasp* noted *wheeze* no underestimating Cloud hnnnnnn

Zack: *can't talk because gasping*

Angeal: *pant* that's *pant* my boy *pant*

Cloud is still sniffling, but is somewhat mollified from his perch in Sephiroth's arms as they stand over their vanquished lovers.

—----

Zack, several days later: ok, new teams. I don't care, but I'm on Cloud's team. Please.

Cloud: Hmmm. Ok, I did forgive you after whooping your ass and you giving me apology snacks.

Sephiroth: Perhaps you could all try your luck against me?

Cloud: *glint in his eye that might be a tear or evil, no one knows* ok

Genesis: Ha! We'll knock you from your high horse

Angeal: Cloud, honey, don't go too hard on him

Zack: LET'S GOOOOOO

15 minutes later…

Sephiroth: *disarmed, panting* Well *huff* it seems I needed to *huff* learn *huff* my own lesson *huff* well done *huff* Strife.

—--------

They have to make an executive decision to not watch Cloud fight too much if they have work to do after sparring, because they all get so hot and bothered. There’s something about seeing 147 pounds of incomprehensible bird spite wrecking trained soldiers that gets under their skin.

—-

Lazard: Strife, thank you for coming.

Cloud: Of course sir.

Lazard: You must be wondering why I called you here! I need a favor. Genesis and Sephiroth's squabbling has caused more property damage than I want to deal with this week. Would you...find some way to...wear them out?

Cloud: *ears pink* Sure.

Two hours later..

Genesis: *sobbing* Where is he, Sephiroth?! I can't see him coming! Is he in the trees? In the VENTS?! *more sobbing*

Sephiroth: I do not know, but whatever was in those brownies he gave me is working. I have never felt so magenta in my life.

Genesis: DO YOU MEAN RELAXED?

Sephiroth: meow

Cloud: *drops from the ceiling*

Genesis: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

—-

Zack, squatting: I! Have! So! Much! Energy! I! Will! Explode! Soon!

Lazard: *dialing* Hello, Strife? Yes, Lieutenant Fair. Yes, squatting in my office currently. Thank you.

30 minutes later…

Zack: *sleeping, being carried home in Cloud's arms after a spar*

Lazard: 🫡

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #lazard deusericus

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netherfeildren · 11 months

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I am a lantern

A Fear of God story : Series Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC

Summary: Birdie realizes she’s pregnant. This takes place some time within the events of chapter 2 and 3 of Fear of God.

Content Warnings: Established relationship; Fluff; Unprotected sex; Domestic kink; Oral sex; Discussions of menstruation; Mention of rough sex; Pregnancy; Internal angst

A/N: Surprise, surprise!! In honor of FoG reaching 15k hits on AO3 here’s the first of my planned extras for the FoG universe :) Thank you so much for all of your love and support 💗

Art is Psyche Weeping by Kink Y. Craft (2009)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 7.3K

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“Here ya go, sweetheart.” He hands you the bowl of dinner he’d whipped up for the two of you.

You’d taken to avoiding the mess hall recently, too attached to the cocoon you’d wrapped yourselves in together – always wanting to be alone, basking in each other’s presence, preparing meals for one another, and then going to bed together to feel each other’s skin and fuck until either of you was too exhausted to move.

“Thank you,” you murmur, turning your face up to him for a kiss with your eyes still on the notes you’re reading. There was too much to do lately. The clinic was so busy and Connie had veritably checked out, only popping in once in a while, leaving the heavy lifting to you with Nancy’s assistance. You’re exhausted, a little overwhelmed, entirely terrified with a perpetual black cloud of self doubt and anxiety hovering over your head at all hours of the day. You aren’t prepared for this… you aren’t even a real doctor, for fuck’s sake. Not really — not in any terms that would’ve counted before. Just whatever semblance of one the apocalypse had chewed up and spit out – an entire community was way too much responsibility for you alone. You feel the backs of your eyes pinch. Your back aches and your head throbs and your stomach has been simmering on a low grade of nausea all day long, but you still have so much to go over.

When he walks out again, his own bowl in hand, you’re buried face down in your notes, aggressively loud sobs wracking your body. He stares at you for a second, brow pulled down low, and all you can do is look up at him and practically wail.

Jesus, Birdie. He sighs, long and drawn out, he’s been waiting for this – had felt the storm brewing all evening. Something’s been bugging you or setting you off the past few days, and try as he might, he can’t figure out what the real problem is. He doesn’t want to ask outright just yet – he knows you’re stressed. Connie’s been pushing harder and harder to get you to agree to let him call it quits, and Joel knows you’re scared and stressed and feeling unnecessarily unsure of yourself. If you’d asked him, he thinks you’re ready for the responsibility – more than ready. No one would be able to take care of the community better than your kind and gentle hands and magnificent mind would.

He sets his bowl down, you’ve not even touched yours, and if it weren’t for the tears, the two of you’d be having words right now about your irresponsible eating habits. He hates when you get so distracted you forget meals, fills him with an inordinate amount of stress. He just needs to know that you’re well fed and taken care of at all times, it’s as simple as that. “Alright, sweetheart. That’s enough.” He pulls your mess of papers and journals and books and your ugly, orange throw from your lap and sets it all gently on the table beside you – ignores your protests as he wraps one arm behind your back and another one under your knees. “You’re done for the night.” He pulls the book you’re trying to reach for out of your hands and scoops you up into his arms with a grunt. Damn knees. “You’re goin’ to bed. No more working tonight.” You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder to continue your sobbing.

“I– I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you hitch and hiccup. “I’m not finished,” you protest, “I have more to go over,” but your arms tighten around him, and he feels you mouth at the skin of his neck. Emotional and needy, recently. Hungry for his cock and his hands and his tongue at all hours of the day. Not that he was complaining, at all. But he did wonder what’d gotten into you.

“You are for tonight,” he says softly, “You’re exhausted. Don’t tell me you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you grouch, stubborn and too adorable for your own good. His heart pinches a little. Your weight is so slight in his arms, carrying you up the stairs, just a little bird. He wonders, more often than not, how something so small can be so powerful, can terrify him so much, hold so much sway over his life, his very existence. It scares him enough to keep him away from you, as much as he can force himself, at least, even if he sees it for the lie within himself that it truly is. The two of you are practically living together at this point. As much as he feels like he needs to force himself to lie or pretend that this is still just sex, still just something to ease your individual loneliness, if he gives himself a moment to be really, really honest with himself, he knows what this truly is.

But for now, for a little while longer at least, as long as he can stretch it out, he’ll swallow the truth of the two of you, swallow it down and pretend it’s less than what it is. That it isn’t absolutely everything.

He sets you down gently on his bed, the sheets still rumpled from when he’d fucked you this morning before he’d sent you off to work, shaky legs, leaking cunt and all. His favorite way to start the day. He helps you settle in, pulls off your leggings and his own thick socks he’d pulled over your cold feet earlier and tucks the covers in around you. He eyes the stack of books on the bedside table, a mix of his own historical fiction and westerns and the cracked and well loved spines of some of your medical texts and scientific journals – wherever he turned his eye in his house, there were signs of you, signs of the way you’d settled into his life, become an intrinsic part of his existence. He wonders for a moment if he should go as far as taking them downstairs with him, but when he looks down at your sleepy, tear swollen eyes gazing up at him, he decides you’re probably too tired to disobey.

“Sleep,” he says down at you with false severity. He’s sure he’s entirely transparent, and as you turn your face into his pillow he catches the quick quirk of your smile… yeah, definitely transparent. He hears your muffled yes, sir, as he turns to go back downstairs and tidy up the kitchen before he comes back to join you in bed.

When he makes it back upstairs, his abandoned dinner, scarfed down quickly, and the kitchen cleaned, of course, of course, the bedside lamp is on and your face is buried in one of your textbooks. You’re holding it so close to your face, the tip of your nose almost brushes it, and he scoffs, typical, at the sight of you, but when he looks down he takes in the entire lithe length of you stretched out across his bed. The t-shirt of his you’re wearing has ridden up over your ass so that your little, pink, polka dot panties are peeking up at him. The soft cotton has ridden up into the cleft of your ass so that the elastic digs into the lush swell of your bottom, and he feels his cock stir at the sight.

Yeah… too adorable, too damn beautiful for your own good. Definitely… He’s going to lick and kiss and bite all of that gorgeous skin in a second.

“What’d I tell you, Birdie?”

“Just one second–” you mumble into the page, not even turning to look at him. He goes into the restroom to brush his teeth, listens to the sound of you turning the pages, one second his ass. If he didn’t forcibly take the book out of your hand and fuck you to sleep you’d never put the damn thing down. Joel supposes he can make the sacrifice.

He comes back out into the bedroom, pulling his shirt over the back of his head and shucking his jeans and boxers down his legs before kneeling behind you on the bed. He reaches for your panties, fuck– he really likes the polka dots, and you’ve still not put the damn book away as he pulls them down the smooth slopes of your legs, and buries his face in your cunt from behind. And finally, finally, he hears the thump of the book against the wooden boards of the floor and then your moan as he licks into your pussy, pulling you apart by the softness of your ass. You groan for him, throaty and drawn out as you arch your back to give him better access.

“Yeah… that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he says into your skin, licking a long, wet stripe from your clit all the way to the tight furl of your asshole. He’d taken you hard this morning, fucking your pussy almost brutally until he’d pulled out and pushed his way into your back hole to come in your ass. The two of you had been filthy lately. You’d been particularly insatiable, but you incited something in him that turned him into a fucking animal sometimes. You had the uncanny ability to crawl under his skin and make his blood boil and rage until the only thing that seemed to settle him was your come and your spit and your sweat in his mouth, covering every inch of his skin.

If he really thought about it, he knew he was obsessed with you. Obsession verging on something much more serious – verging on… No, not yet… He wouldn’t think of that yet.

He pulls back to survey the blushing, flutter of your little hole. Fucking needy thing, he rumbles, but as he goes to push a single finger into your opening, he feels you wince and pull back slightly. Shit, he knew he’d been too rough this morning. He licks another wet swipe along the cleft of your ass. “You sore, baby?” All he gets is your muffled moan and a slight nod of your head, your face buried in the pillows as you hitch your hips higher, trying to tempt him, swaying your ass gently from side to side… like he’d said, needy. He anchors himself up on one arm, the other keeping you spread open while he lets a long string of spit trickle slowly from his pursed mouth, the thick glob covering your tight hole so that he can smear it into your skin. Joel, Joel – he hears you begging into the sheets. “Yeah… I got you, little bird. Don’t worry–” He bends his head again to bite at the crease where your asscheek meets the back of your thigh and then grips your hips to slowly roll you over.

Your eyes are hazy, glazed and wet when he takes in your flushed face. He crawls up the length of your body to lay beside you, slotting one arm under your head and the other wrapping around your thigh to bring it up over his hip. “N– no, Joel– I– I still want you to fuck me… I still wanna come,” you mewl, scratching at his shoulders and arms. Tiny little fingers digging into his skin to try and pull him into obedience.

“Uh huh, I gotcha, baby… don’t worry. But I’m not gonna fuck you if you’re sore.” He slots his cock between your thighs, pressed up against your wet cleft and starts to slide through your sensitive folds. You shake and jitter in his arms, little hiccuping moans and whimpers every time the wide head bumps and catches against the swollen nub of your clit.

Please, please, I can take it.

“My poor Birdie,” he coos, “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” The hand on your thigh sneaks back and around your bottom to slot between your thighs, pressing up on his sliding cock to apply greater pressure to your cunt. “How’s this, huh? Feel good?”

“Ungh, ah, ah ah…” So good, so good, you whisper, hot breath fanning over the underside of his chin. He feels the wet swipe of your tongue, your little teeth sinking into the edge of his jaw. “I don’t– I don’t know what’s wrong with me–” His tip catches at your tender opening and you jerk slightly in his arms, he fists the hand not between your legs in your hair to anchor you in place and presses his mouth to yours, a long, wet swipe behind the edge of your teeth. He can hear how wet you are as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, your moans and whimpers getting louder, more desperate. The sound of you is obscene, his own personal wet fucking dream.

His dream girl… come to life.

“That’s right, baby. Just like that – gonna come on my cock just like this. Didn’t I say I’d take care of you? Don’t I always take care of you just how you need?” You start to tremble even harder, your leg wrapped around him tightening at his waist so that your heel is pressed sharply into the base of his spine and he feels you jerk as he grinds the thick base of himself into your clit and you start to come. Mewling and keening his name, his good, beautiful girl. He slides his hand up your bottom and back, long, slow passes of his palm along your sweat damp spine to settle you. “That better?” he whispers into your hair. You shiver, and he feels the nod of your head as you mouth as his throat and chest.

“Yes… thank you.” He pulls back to wrap his hand around your jaw, your bones feel so fragile beneath his strength – something delicate he’s been afforded the privilege of being able to touch with these violence soaked hands of his. He can’t think about how frightened you make him, not now, not when he has you beneath him like this, soft and sated and pliant – the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever laid eyes on in his life. He smushes your cheeks together and plants a soft kiss to your puckered mouth. “Beautiful girl.” All you do is burrow further into the covers, a soft sigh as you nuzzle your cheek into his palm. And so fine, he can admit it, right here and now. He fucking loves you, and it’ll probably be the thing to kill him in the end, this recalcitrance he’s forcing himself into.

You stir awake in the middle of the night. He’s draped over you in his sleep, his face tucked into the warm crook of your neck, big hand palming the weight of your breast. He’s so big and muscular and heavy and you love the feel of his weight pressing you into the mattress. You wrap your arms around him, drag your fingers through his thick curls, and listen to the sound of his soft snores.

Your entire body feels like one unending, tender bruise. Every sensation heightened, too sensitive, like a raw, exposed nerve. You don’t know what’s wrong with you lately, what’s gotten into you. You’re on the verge of overwhelmed tears, just from the feel of him, the sound of his soft breathing, overwhelmed by how much you love him, how much you want him. You’ve been on the verge of tears for days, the slightest thing setting you off.

You lay there for a while holding him, sleep gone out the window in the night, abandoning you to wakefulness, but you realize that the reason you’d stirred awake is that you’re cramping low in your belly, a dull and chronic sort of pulse, deep in your womb. Shit, you need to get up and check if you’re bleeding.

You shift out from under him slowly, slipping from beneath his heavy paw to slip into the restroom. He turns over in his sleep, arm thrown out over the space you’ve just vacated, as if he’s searching for you, even unconscious. As you move towards the restroom there’s another throbbing pulse low in your belly, like you’re carrying around a bruise in the shape of him inside of you. Everything feels extra tender – coiled tight. He’s been insatiable lately — more than his usual. He’d had you four times yesterday alone. Twice today, plus your fooling around before you’d gone to sleep. Your cunt is sore and puffy and soaking wet, even after he’d cleaned you up with a warm wash cloth before falling asleep. Sometimes it seems like you’re fucking a teenager instead of an old man with the stamina he’s got in him. You laugh quietly.

But when you pull your underwear down to sit on the cold toilet basin, there’s nothing. Huh… you’d for sure thought the cramping meant you’d started your period. A slow simmering churning starts up in your gut, slowly, slowly starting a low boil. Maybe you’re starting soon, that’s why you’re cramping – it’s fine. You wipe and stand to wash your hands. Maybe dinner isn’t sitting right – but no… you’d barely eaten. So something you’d had before then. That’s probably why you’re so sensitive and on edge lately – you’re probably getting sick. You’d been nauseous the past few days, and there was that bout of vomiting the other day. You pull open one of his lavatory drawers, looking for the antacid tablets you know he hoards, when you’re met with the sight of your menstrual cup, sitting in the little plastic bin you keep it in.

Shit.

Why is this over here? Since when has it been over here? Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no.

You can’t remember the last time you’d used it. You try and count back the weeks – fuck, the months. Real panic starts to flutter and fizz in your belly. When was the last time you’d had a period? Surely more than four weeks ago but … but if it’s been that long, if you’re remembering correctly… then… then, it’s been closer to two months by now. So that would mean… that means… you turn towards the door where Joel sleeps, unaware, on the other side as if you can see him through the thick wood.

You feel your heart drop into your stomach, the rhythm of its beat ricocheting up to a concerning speed. Oh, God. Oh, God. How could you have been so careless – so distracted? How is this the first time you’re even thinking about this – even realizing it? But no… if you’re being honest, objective – you know you’ve only been waiting for something like this to happen – for months now. How could you not? When the two of you had never even pretended at being careful or responsible for preventing something like this. Oh, God – how are you going to tell him? What is he going to say? He’s going to be so angry.

But a voice at the back of your mind whispers that you’re only telling yourself that – that you know it isn’t true – that you know he’d be not only happy, but overjoyed at the thought of a baby. But how could you really know for sure? When he’s always been firm in keeping that last sliver of distance between the two of you? Still after all these months – unable to admit the truth of what lived here, between the two of you. That this isn’t just sex – that the two of you are in love with each other.

You lean against the sink for support, your shaky legs on the verge of collapse, and stare at yourself in the mirror. This puts your behavior of the last few days into better perspective. All the tears, the shaky stomach, feeling so sensitive – like a raw nerve all he needed to do was look at, breathe on, to provoke. If you really think about it, you’d been the instigator at the start of each of your encounters in the last few days. Seeking him out ravenously – hungry and desperate for his cock and his skin and his smell at every hour of the day. Weepy, swollen cunt – even when he wasn’t around to tempt you, and he’d left you satisfied, and yet, still wanting more, every single time.

You step back out into the dark space of his bedroom. He’s on his back, one bulging arm thrown over his head. His mess of curls strewn across the surface of his pillow. You watch the rise and fall of his belly, his thick, strong waist, with the cadence of his breaths. Your womb twists with lust.

Fuck, you’re probably pregnant with this man’s baby. How are you going to tell him?

You can make out the thick heft of his cock through the thin material of the sheets covering his waist, he’d not bothered to put anything else on again after he’d made you come, and it makes your mouth water and the place between your legs so achy. Your recent behavior is completely transparent now, you’d been so needy, insatiable, the only thing to settle you the heavy weight of his cock stretching you open and pounding deep into you. Fucking typical. He’d done this to you, and now he got to reap the rewards of you climbing onto his dick at all hours of the day.

You roll your eyes at him in the dark as you slide back into bed beside him, running your palm over the flat of his belly. He clasps your hand with his in his sleep as he rolls over, pulling you along with him, wrapping your arm around himself and tucking it up by his neck so that you’re spooning him. He drapes his arm back over your hip and clutches your leg, tucking his fingers right at the place where your ass cheek meets your inner thigh and pulling your front further into his back – trying to get you as close as possible to him. You listen to his deep, sleepy rumble, and you bury your face between his warm back and the bed, the sheets smell like the both of you, sweet and musky – like your sex, your love making. You’ve made a baby together. Joel’s baby. The thought makes tears pool in your eyes and start a slow, silent stream down your face. Your insides clenching wantonly at the same time that your stomach flutters and heaves with nerves and panic. There are too many sensations spilling through your body all at the same time, and you think your frame starts to tremble, an uncontainable gasp slipping out because suddenly you feel his muscles snap awake, his rough voice saying your name sharp and worried. You wrap your arm tighter around him, digging your nails into the skin of his neck to stop him from turning over. You don’t want him to see you like this, you don’t want him to know, you don’t want him to be angry or worried or regretful.

He’d never be any of those things, your heart whispers at your anxious mind.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” he says into the dark room. You feel his muscles tense as he tries to escape your tight hold without being too rough.

“I don’t know–” you splutter into his back, your voice coming out muffled against his warm skin. “I’m– I’m emotional. I think I’m getting my period soon,” you lie. Lie, lie, fucking liar. You don’t think you’ll be getting that for a good, long while.

He sighs, gripping your wrist firmly to pull your arm away for him so he can turn over to cradle you gently in his arms. The best place in the entire world. You cry harder.

“C’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers against your hairline, pressing his soft mouth to your forehead, your temple. “It’s alright… no tears.” He pets at the nape of your neck. His voice is so deep, you feel the vibrations of it pass through his chest and rumble into your own, and it makes the tips of your breasts tighten into aching little knots. You wrap your arms around his neck to meld your chest tighter to his. You wish you could live inside of him the way he now lives inside of you. He’s left a piece of himself with you, eventually it’ll grow and the whole world will know how definitively you belong to him. You’ll be round and swollen and only his, only his. The thought makes your pussy clench.

“Joel–” you tug as his curls, his beard, trying to pull his mouth down to yours. He rumbles deep in his chest, gives you his tongue. He’s being too slow, too gentle, you need him to fuck you hard, desperate – as desperate as you feel for him in this moment, to ground you and tame this panic surging up inside of you with his strong hands.

“Kiss me – hug me,” you beg.

“M’right here, Birdie.” He cards his hand through your hair, pulls your head back slightly, “Look at me – I’m right here with you.”

“More, more, please.” You lick at his mouth, drag your teeth down his chin.

He rolls you over to settle his hips between your spread legs. You can feel the searing hot brand of his hard cock against the inside of your thigh. He’s always hard for you. He’s always hard for you, and you’re always soft and wet and ready for him, and the two of you are perfect for each other. You were made for each other, and now you’ve made a baby together. “You need my cock again, little bird?”

You spread your legs wider, “Yes, yes – I always need you,” you whine. He wraps his hand around your throat and pauses to stare down at you for a second, his brow pulled down low. He bends his head slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he presses his mouth to your own. You keep your eyes wide open also, looking between his dark eyes. His lashes are so long, the thick fringe of them fanning out so wide they cast a shadow across his cheekbones. The two of you are so close you can make out each individual lash, the little lines around his eyes – stress, before … but you hope, now, only from laughing too much, from being too happy. You always want him to be so, so happy he doesn’t know what to do with it all. You want him to be overwhelmed and submerged in so much ridiculous happiness. The two of you hold there for a moment, breathing into each other’s mouths. You love him so much it is a physical ache within you.

He sits back slightly then, and lifts your thigh to press a soft kiss to the inside of your leg, then another to your belly, right over your womb, your heart swoops at that and you whimper, then another right to the top of your mound. The tip of his tongue peeking out to lap at your clit, just a little.

Then he stretches over you again, giving you all his weight and reaches his hand down to pet the back of his knuckles along your slit, “Shit, fuckin’ wet and swollen, Birdie.”

“I want you so much,” you breath, eyes fluttering closed as he parts your puffy lips and pets at your clit. He starts up a gentle rhythm around your sensitive bundle of nerves that has you kicking your legs out impatiently around him for more. Why is he being so gentle and mean and soft? You need it hard, you need more.

“Please, Joel, please, please, fuck me, please.” You can feel hot tears burning down the slopes of your cheeks. He’s going to think you’ve lost the fucking plot, crying and begging for his cock like this. He continues to be mean and horrible and pet softly at your clit, like a whisper over your raging, burning skin.

“Settle down. Gonna give it to you how I see fit.”

“You’re so mean,” you kick out one leg, pathetically, at his side. The broad expanse of him has you spread so wide there’s no purchase to be found, all you can do is lie here and take it. He’s so horrible — look at him, he’s gone and knocked you up and now he won’t even fuck you how you need him to. You pout up at him, cry and mewl pathetically. “Please, harder, Joel.”

“Nuh-uh, said you were sore. Gotta be gentle with my soft, little cunt.”

“But you’re going to fuck me right?” you cry.

“Yeah, baby. Don’t worry,” he says softly, starts to circle his thumb at your tender entrance, pressing gentle pressure on it. You do your best to stifle your wince, shit, it’s not necessarily sore, just so, so sensitive. This is all his fault. You want to sink your teeth into his neck and bite him as hard as you can. Make him hurt and writhe the way he’s making you. He starts to slowly press a single finger inside. You’re so wet, dripping, the passage is smooth and slick.

“Harder,” you beg.

“Quit.” You let out a frustrated moan. He starts to fuck you slowly just like that, a single finger, his thumb circling your clit in slow, measured circles. His finger is thick, but not enough, and you clench your inner muscles, trying to bear down on it. “Stop that,” he snaps. “Take it how I give it to you. Need you to relax, Birdie. What’s got you all twisted up in knots?”

“I don’t know,” liar, liar, liar, you whine, trying as hard as you can not to roll your hips, to stay still and settled like he wants you to, but there’s a goddamn forest fire raging inside of you, and having him so close, such a small part of him inside you, is only making it worse. He pulls his single finger out, circles his thumb around your entrance, back up to your clit, swipes up and down like a feather, then pressure to your entrance again, and he’s pushing two of his thick fingers inside of you now. Oh, thank God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. He starts to slide them in and out, a small crook of his fingers to pet at the soft, spongy spot inside of you. All the while he continues to circle your clit, and he bends his head to kiss at your mouth, your jaw, a soft bite to your clavicle that has you keening wantonly, then a swipe of his tongue to your jugular – you wish he’d bite you there, sink his teeth into your skin and drink. God, your thoughts are unhinged. You cannot, cannot deal with nine months of this, what the fuck. His mouth slides down to your breast, hot and wet, and he sucks hard on the aching tip, flicking his tongue back and forth slowly. His fingers haven’t paused their slow onslaught and at one particularly hard pull at your breast you suddenly feel everything in your pelvis go blindingly, white hot and tight and then loose and wet and you start to come on his fingers. Your hips rolling gently upwards to take more of him. He never goes harder, never faster, he just continues his gentle ministrations of you – playing you like his own personal little doll. You moan long and ragged, yeah, that’s it, just like that, he whispers into your hair. His words sliding through the strands like water. He guides you through the cresting waves of your orgasm, his touch becoming slower and softer as you throb on and on. Once the contractions of your muscles have slowed he pulls his fingers from your cunt, the wet suck, as loud and obscene as the thoughts in your head are, and then the burning hot head of his cock is there, slowly pushing into your still quivering flesh, so thick.

“Gonna take my cock now, little bird.”

Yes, yes, please. Thank you. All you can do is sigh, hitch your knees higher up his sides, you hook one hand under the bend of one leg, opening yourself up for him as much as you physically can with all of his weight pressing down into you.

He slides to the very end of you, letting you feel every throbbing inch and ridge as he goes as slow as everything else he’s done to you tonight.

“Hard, Joel. Harder, please,” you beg again. His only response is a rumble of disapproval as he starts to thrust into you slow, but so fucking deep. You feel split wide open, he’s split you open and peered inside of you and decided to leave a piece of himself within, and he doesn’t even know it. And you decide in that instant that you’re not going to tell him – with the feel of him as deep inside of you as he can physically get, the knowledge that he’s even deeper than even he knows, you decide you’re not going to tell him until you’re absolutely forced to. It’s wrong, perhaps, or definitely, after all, he has a right to know also, it’s his baby too. But you just can’t. You can’t face the reality of this, his potential reaction, whether it be good or bad, right now, not for a while. You need time, time to gather your courage, your thoughts, your very skin around yourself, stitch yourself together and muster your strength and prepare for whatever outcome telling him might incite.

“Not gonna give it to you harder, Birdie. Quit beggin’.”

“I don’t care– I don’t care, Joel, please.” You claw and scratch at him, but nothing you do prompts him to go harder. There’s a desperation, a wave of anxious fear surging up inside of you – the fear of him leaving you one day, of not wanting you anymore – when you know you’ll love him for the rest of your life. You are terrified of ending up alone, out in that dark forest again.

“Quit.” He gathers both of your wrists in one of his strong hands, brings them above your head to lie limply above the pillows. Divested of all your strength and fight, you’re left only to lie beneath him and take all he chooses to give you. “Told you,” he grits as he rolls his hips in long, deep thrusts into yours, the bone of his pelvis grinding into your clit. “You’re gonna take it how I decide to give it to you. Only me – you’re mine, you’re mine, I decide.”

And fuck – if that doesn’t do something to you, if hearing those words don’t settle that coiling snake within you. You go soft and pliant and submissive at his words, spreading your legs as wide as you can and tilting your pelvis up so that he can drill into you as deep as possible, right to the place where your little secret is growing now.

And he’s so gentle with you, so careful – even when he’s fucking you hard and savage the way you both like sometimes, he’s still careful to never hurt you more than you need him to. It makes you wonder at the violence it took him to become this gentle – to become so well acquainted with his own strength, his ability to maim, that he can now be so in control of it, handle you with such care.

The weight of his thrusts changes suddenly. He slides a palm under your bottom to lift you up into his impaling cock, presses his knees further up under you to anchor you more firmly in his lap and pounds into you, the wide tip of his cock concentrated against the head of your cervix in blinding thrusts, and you’re so sensitive on the inside from what he’s done to you, from the change he’s wrought upon your body, that you start to come again. Toe curling waves of pleasure start at your womb and spiral out of your limbs in searing bolts of heat, your back arched tight as a bow string. Your inner muscles throb and clench around his still battering cock and you hear the guttural moan of your name spit from his mouth, and then the kick of his cock inside of you as he starts to come too. “Fucking Christ, take it all, Birdie – every last drop of my come. Need this pussy stuffed full of me – s’only way you behave, little girl.”

All you can do is nod dumbly and take it, just like he said.

He kisses and licks every inch of your body afterwards, eating up your slick and sweat and his own come with broad swipes of his tongue. You’d never imagined this sort of intimacy – it’s something that you hadn’t even thought possible. A sort of physical connectedness that belied the truth of your current situation – the things still hidden between the two of you.

He lies beside you once he’s done eating his come out of your pussy, one last orgasm pulled gently from you with his mouth. His slick cock, soft now, pressed against your still flat belly as the two of you lay facing each other, hands tucked beneath your cheeks, legs tangled together, just taking each other in.

You think you’re probably about two months along, give or take. It’ll still be a while before you start showing. You have time yet.

You’re going to let yourself think about this now, only tonight, and then you’re going to push it from your mind until you can’t ignore the situation any longer. The reality of it is too terrifying to consider at length with everything else going on in your lives at the moment.

What will he say? What will you do if you tell him your truth and he goes away from you? How will you survive something like that? But even as you ask yourself this, you know it’s unnecessary, for despite his capacity for violence, or his own fear or recalcitrance or hesitancy, despite the lies he tells himself and you about what this is, he is also good and honorable and loyal. Joel Miller is a good man. And he’d never abandon you or a child of his, but still, you’re afraid.

So, no, you can’t focus on this now – you’ll push it from your mind until it becomes more pressing, unavoidable. There are other more important things to deal with now, other things to consider before you can think of yourself.

You run a single finger over the thick line of his brow, against the fluttering of his lashes, down the strong slope of his nose. A baby. Joel’s baby. You hope they have his dark curls.

You love him and you’re going to have his baby.

And you don’t have it in you to tell him either of these truths.

“Go to sleep, little bird.”

You sneak out the next morning. In the cold light of the new dawn, the truth you’re withholding is all the more terrifying. Fucking life changing. You slip out of his warm bed, the protective embrace of his strong arms, and shuffle around his room as quiet as you can for your clothes. Your shit is everywhere, strewn around his room and restroom. You need to go home, you need distance – space to think. You dig in a pile of clothes on the chair in the corner for your bra and tiptoe as quietly as you can to his bedside table to slip your books you need for today from between his own stack of novels. Once you’ve retrieved the texts you pause to look down at him, still sleeping. The fact that he can now rest so deeply like this, that he isn’t jerking awake at a hair triggers notice with the slightest sound or movement around him speaks so deeply to that part of you that wants nothing more than for him to be as happy as he can possibly be, safe and serene and never worried for anything ever again.

Your greatest fear is that this news you now carry will disturb that peace, that serenity or happiness you so desperately want for him. So you sneak out of his home without waking him, head towards your own lonely house to change and wash up, you smell like his come, get the rest of your things for the day and then head to the clinic. You’ll shut this truth in a drawer for as long as you can, and once you can no longer hide it, once it becomes unavoidable, you’ll do your best to make sure he knows you never, never want him to feel obligated to you. Yes… you think, you’ll give him an out, it can be his decision. And even though the thought of that sends a searing, twisting pain to the space in your heart where you carry him, you think it’s the right thing anyways. He deserves to have a choice – when so much of his life has been forced upon him you always want to be the one place he can find choice in.

He comes into the clinic a few hours later. You’ve just gotten done delivering a baby – real great day for that – when he walks through the front door. You’re finishing up your procedure note and you turn to see him stepping through your office door, a baggie from the mess hall clutched in his hand.

“Hey… what’re you doing here?”

“Just thought I’d check in… brought you a scone.” He lifts up the offering of baked goods, gives you a crooked smile. God, your gut and your heart twist and flip at the same time. You turn back to face your mess of papers and notebooks, trying to take deep breaths to keep your tears at bay. This crying shit is really going to start being a problem soon.

You feel him come up behind you, he sets down the baggie in front of you and braces one hand on the edge of your desk, the other passing over the crown of your head and down your ponytail to tug your head back gently. You look up at him from your angled position, and he frowns down at you. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “Don’t like it when you sneak off in the mornings without telling me,” he grumbles down at you.

“Sorry–” you breathe. He huffs at you, leans down to press his mouth to yours.

“Still feeling funny?”

You shake your head, still in his hold, but say “Yes,” at the same time. You’re all over the place. He sighs, letting go of your hair and coming down to a crouch beside you. You turn to face him in your seat, knees tucked between his spread thighs.

He drags a gentle thumb over the soft skin beneath your eye, then up the slope of your cheekbone – that perpetual frown still present. He knows something’s wrong. He knows you. Keeping this from him is going to be so, so difficult. He’s going to tell something is wrong, different, off. Your only recourse is to pretend like you don’t know either. To entirely push this thing that you have no discernible idea how to deal with from your mind. As of this moment, it’s a non-reality.

“What can I do?” he asks, so gentle, so concerned.

You squeeze your eyes closed and shake your head. You can’t look at that look in his eyes right now, it’ll make you fall to pieces. You fold forward to press your face into his shoulder, turning your head to sniffle into his neck. “Nothing,” you mumble. “Just kiss me.” He slides his hand into your hair against your scalp and angles your head to press his mouth to yours, giving you exactly what you need.

You may be unsure about so much, but the one thing you do know, without a doubt, is that this man will make a wonderful father.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Hello! Could I request number 5 "Shut up and kiss me already" with Morticia?

If you need a scenario maybe the reader stumbling through telling Morticia her feelings and Morticia interrupts her.

I understand if you pass on this.

But if you do, thank you!

Hey hey hey anon! Thanks for the request and I couldn’t ever pass on an opportunity to write for Morticia Addams 🤭 Hope you Enjoy!

All But Done with You ~teacher!Morticia Addams xFem teacher!Reader

Morticia works at Nevermore as teacher like the reader. Reader has developed feelings for Morticia which she is finally pushed to confess. Smut ensues. A lot of smut.

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#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, kissing, biting, strap fucking, doggy style, implied d!ck riding, more implied smut, hickeys and markings, biting kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, breeding kink, implied exhibitionist kink, magic strap, implied punishment kink…, etc.

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“You should tell her!” Marilyn, your closest friend and colleague, exclaimed.

“I don’t know, Mar… I can barely get a single syllable put around Morticia… What if she doesn’t reciprocate??” you insecurely said.

At this, Marilyn clasped your hands in an embrace, “Babe, listen to me, Just go tell her. And if she brushes you off, then it’s simply her loss. Promise me. Promise me, Y/N, that you’ll try.”

“Ok Fine, I’ll try…” you whispered.

~~~

Your breathing was erratic and your were hands were shaky as you made your way to Morticia’s office after hours. All classes had finished for the day and you thought now was a better time than any. You reached her office door and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in…” the sultry voice of Morticia called.

You entered the room and once you actually set your eyes on the woman of your admiration, your nerves went through the roof.

“Oh Darling, It you!” Morticia’s face lit up at the sight of you, as she put away what she was working on, “What can I help you with?”

You blushed at the nickname.

“Well… I was hoping to… I wanted to tell you… something…” you stuttered.

“Of course, Darling…” Morticia purred, standing up and coming over to lean against her desk near you, “Please continue.”

“Ummm… I… well… I’ve wanted to tell you… for a long time really…” you stuttered bashfully through your confession, “I understand if you… you don’t feel the same… the same way… and I understand if it’s innapropriate… but—”

“Shut up and kiss me already…” Morticia interrupted in a sultry whisper, having moved within mere centimeters from your lips.

Your eyes widened and your breath fled, and you immediately crashed your lips onto her pale lips. But you became quickly hesitant once more. Luckily, Morticia was quick to step in, she picked you up and had you wrap your lags around her waist as she snogged you to high heaven. You both kissed until you were literally suffocating and had to pull away for air.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom, hmmm Mon Amour?” Morticia panted into your ear.

“Yes please…” you whimpered into her addictive lips.

With that, Morticia carried you to her private quarters. You thanked whatever high power of any sorts that no student nor staff was in the corridors at this time. She continued to explore your cavern and dominate your mouth, making you whimper and mewl. Once you reached her room, Morticia threw you on her bed and she locked the door. She then joined you on the bed, immediately latching her mouth to your neck and leaving trails of bite marks behind.

“Are you sure about this, darling?” Morticia paused her markings, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Yes I am so sure please Morticia…” you whimpered, already bucking your hips in need.

“Alright, well if you need to stop at any point say ‘red’, hmmm Mon Amour?” She cupped your cheek.

“I understand.” you whispered back, before connecting your lips back to hers in desperation for some sort of friction.

Morticia chuckled and pulled away, earning a whine from you, “Whining won’t get you anywhere, now be a good girl for daddy and strip…” she purred with a dark twinkle in her eye and a dark change in her tone.

Your eyes widened and you gulped, “yes daddy…”

“good girl…” she purred, standing up slowly and teasingly removing her own dress.

You moaned at the sight of her glorious body being revealed. You quickly stripped all of your clothing until you were completely naked on the bed, still gawking at Morticia who was in a stunning black garter undergarment set. She then crawled towards you on the bed to the point where she had you trapped between her body and the head board.

“Daddy wants to fuck you all night and in so many ways…” Morticia purred in your ear, “Would you like that, my sweet girl?”

Your breath hitched, “Yes please want you to fuck me daddy want you to use me god please…!” You whimpered.

Morticia’s eyes widened and she smirked at your pleading, “Oh my… You’re daddy’s little slut aren’t you…?”

You bucked your hips up to try and meet Morticia, but failed, “Yes daddy please I’m your slut please daddy…!!” You pled.

Morticia then got off the bed completely, making you whine from the loss of contact.

“You whine one more time slut and daddy will bend you over her lap and smack your pretty little ass till you say anything but ‘daddy’ and ‘please’…” Morticia growled.

You gulped, “I’m sorry daddy… won’t happen again sorry…” you whispered, looking down to the ground.

“Look at me, slut…” Morticia purred.

When you looked up, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore… Morticia was wearing a delicious, black strap-on… A massive one at that…

“Daddy…” you whimpered.

Morticia crawled onto the bed and scooched you onto the center of the bed. You yelped at her cold hands on your thighs.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” Morticia purred, her lustful eyes boring into your soul.

“Want you to fuck me… please daddy fuck me…” you whimpered.

Morticia smirked, obviously satisfied with your answer as she lined herself up with your aching cunt. She slid into your heat with a groan, bottoming you out in one swoop. You immediately grabbed onto Morticia and cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck… Daddy… So big…” you whimpered.

“I know, sweet slut, taking Daddy so well, Fuck… Daddy’s using her special dick where she can feel everything… Can feel your pretty tight walls fluttering around my dick, sweet thing…” Morticia groaned.

“Can you… fuck can you move daddy please…?” You pled breathlessly.

Morticia nodded and began thrusting in and out of your throbbing core, eliciting strings of cries and mewls from both you and Morticia. She started really pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure even more. At one point, Morticia’s hand grazed your neck and you moaned out instinctually, bucking your hips into Morticia’s ruttings even more.

“What’s that sweet slut…? Does someone like Daddy’s hand around their throat..?” Morticia panted out tauntingly.

“Yes GOD YES please Daddy want your hand please daddy!!” You cried out.

Once Morticia placed her hand on your neck and applied some pressure, you were done for. And God, Morticia thought she would die at the feeling of your walls clenching around her magic dick. Your screams were music to her ears.

“Fuck, sweet girl, I’m about to cum.. Wanna fill you up with my cum… Would you like that, sweet slut?” Morticia groaned.

“Yes please daddy fill me up with your cum want you to cum use me please daddy…!!” You pled with a strangled voice from Morticia’s hand on your throat.

Morticia came with a strangled cry, spurting her white cum all over your fluttering walls, “Fuck! Such a good girl letting me fill you up… my sweet little cum dumpster…!!”

You moaned out in tandem to Morticia’s cries. You both were left panting messes, sticky with each others cum.

“Fuck, I’d bet my sweet slut would love to be bitch fucked by daddy, hmm??” Morticia breathlessly purred.

Your hodded eyes lit up and you bit your lip in anticipation, “Please daddy wanna be your whore…” you moaned out.

At that, Morticia swiveled your body around and guided you to spread your legs and arch your back for her. And she quickly slid back into your soaking cunt. You both groaned out in relief.

“Such a whore for daddy…” Morticia panted, snaking her hand around to your throat and wrapping her lengthy, cold fingers around it, “Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweet slut… What does that naughty mind of yours think about when your alone and touching yourself to the sinful thoughts of Daddy…”

You whimpered out in response as Morticia’s began pounding into from behind while still expecting an answer from you, “Want you to mark me Daddy… show everyone I’m yours… breed me Fuck Daddy!!” You cried out as Morticia hit that sweet spot inside you.

Morticia bit her lip and groaned at your words, “I’d love nothing more, Mon Amour…!”

“Fuck Daddy ‘Mmmm gonna cum!!” You cried out, your orgasm suddenly hitting you out of nowhere. Your hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as your toes curled in delight, as you came for the second time that night.

“Such a greedy slut…” Morticia growled, “Can’t even wait to ask to cum can you…?”

She didn’t stop pounding into you even through your orgasm.

“Fuck daddy I’m sorry daddy!!” You whimpered.

“Shhh baby, take Daddy’s dick like a good girl…” Morticia purred.

“Shit! Yes daddy…!” You cried out, feeling your core to start to tighten a third time, and it was tightening rapidly so.

Morticia chuckled, “Fuck baby I can feel your pretty walls fluttering again, you wanna cum again for daddy? Fuck, keep squeezing me like this and we’ll cum together… I’ll fucking breed you like the bitch you are…!” She groaned.

Tears were running down your face now from the overstimulation, “YES Daddy please breed me fill me want to cum around your spurting dick please daddy!!” You begged.

You both came together, screaming in tandem as you clenched around Morticia’s dick and she thrusted deeper than you ever though someone could reach into you. She pulled out of your sensitive cunt, and you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

“Thank you, Daddy…” you mumbled, nuzzling into her neck.

At that, Morticia pulled you on top of her, and began biting and marking your neck and breasts. Once she’d seemed to be satisfied with her work, she looked up at you.

“Oh Baby…” Morticia purred, grinding her dick up against your sensitive pussy, “Daddy’s all but done with you…”

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Lorroakan general and smut headcanons

[Smut, angst, fluff, dark content, unhealthy toxic relationship, humiliation kink, dacryphilia , public displays, bottom sub!reader, nb!reader]

General headcanons

"He would seek the power of gods for the pettiest of reasons - his own gratification"

His eloquent mannerism, the pride he holds himself up with, the power and gold dripping from the tips of his trimmed and soft fingertips.

Lorroakan has many charms, more than the rest of the city would care to admit.

For his gleeful sadism did overshadow all of them without any effort.

You knew him very well, have lived with him for very long.

And his affinity for overextending his power on all of those weaker than him desensitized you with time.

Of course he banished another person to an unknown realm of horrors because they've brewed him the wrong kind of tea, nothing he does really phases you anymore.

You've tried talking sense to him before, countless times.

Hours upon hours of ranting, of explaining basic human empathy to him all went down the drain.

He just sat there with a bored look on his face in front of you, cheek resting against his hand as he sipped on his cup of tea, the correct kind this time.

By the end, he'd give you this faux sympathetic look, a mocking pout of guilt on his pretty shiny lips as he expresses his apologies for you getting offended over his actions, with zero sincerity.

Getting up from his chair, walking across to you as he cups your face in his hand.

Coos at you for being so good-hearted, for always steering him in the right direction, that's why he keeps you around after all, isn't it?

Condescension dripping from his tongue and coating his words, calling you precious.

"Now my dearest, since you're done with your little tantrum, how about we go do something actually useful, hmm?"

My dear, my dearest, my jewel, my pet, all of those are his favourite endearing nicknames for you.

You should be infuriated, but it's very hard to stay mad at him.

He rarely yells, even his sharp insults are delivered in the softest and most feathery of tones.

His lingering touches with a gentle manner, a proper arm around your waist, or guiding your own arm to wrap around his back.

The way he lifts your chin to direct your face towards him instead of whatever or whoever you were paying attention to.

The amount of efforts he puts into his appearance for you, styling his clothes and adjusting them to fit your taste.

Paying attention whenever your eyes wander and taunting you for it as he sits you down, clicking his tongue at your behaviour.

He's not mad, he tells you in the softest of tones, a smile curling on his face.

He just wants to know what made you look at the trash? It's a very puzzling action you see.

Makes you confess, either willingly or he ends up tricking you into it.

Despite his reputation amongst the academia, he is one of the smartest and most clever people you've ever met.

All it takes is a single slip of the tongue from someone for him to reconstruct and solve the puzzle, the way his conclusions are scarily accurate and fast.

Most people forget that quite often, how sharp his mind can be, how there is a reason none managed to trick him or backstab him yet despite his inflated ego.

So be a doll and tell him what you saw in someone else that he doesn't have?

Hmmm their clothes? Oh dear, that's a very simple matter, he can wear whatever you want if it will make you happy.

But please do use your words next time, alright? Jog your brain a bit. He knows it must be very hard for you, but he believes in you.

True to his words, there is a shipment the next day and you see him wearing the same outift that caught your attention before.

Doesn't matter if it's an overexposed skin-tight short robe with a gold collar where multiple smaller golden chains dangle to reattach to the dress below.

Or a very elegant suit with a long tail, tailored embroidery on the chest, back, and even pants. Gems embedded within the design as his long firey hair sits on top of his shoulders.

He makes everything he wears look absolutely breathtaking, he knows how much of an effect his looks have on you and he plays his cards very well.

He's not blind. He is aware you've been putting up with a lot of his...less than ideal sides. And he can't really bother to change them since he doesn't want to.

Then he just has to make leaving the more painful to you, make it the clearly losing choice.

By putting down all the other competition to lift himself up, by exposing you to all the other wizards' dirty laundry so his sins would pale in comparison.

He always believed he was meant for greatness, that his sole purpose is to sit on the lap of luxury and be handed infinity on a silver plate.

He was unsatisfied with his life. The span age of a human was too short for his liking. Even then, he knew no mortal could really master magic, learn all there is to learn and memorise all the spells with the clock of life annoyingly ticking nearby.

That once he achieves all these things, he can finally relax and focus on his actual passions. On you.

Another reason for his isolation from the usual wizard society, is his lack of affinity for Mystra. He never really cared for her, even back in his student days.

That's when the two of you met really, he was way less insufferable than he is now.

A time back when those green eyes looked at you with adoration, curiosity, pure intentioned and still unseduced by the lust for power.

When his shoulder-length hair would sway in the wind on the long walks the two of you took. His younger self had a clear love for exploration, traversing the unkown, even when that unkown was the public park behind the academy.

He never wants to step out of his great tower these days, and he never saw a reason to do so. Everything you could ever want could be delivered to you here so there is no reason to go on dates outside or visit a restaurant or a shop.

You remember those early memories of your relationship very clearly.

That night when he asked you to the dance. The way he actually stammered over his words, back when your rejection was a real fear of his.

The two of you never dance nowadays, not anymore.

And now he knows you have nowhere else to go, no one else to choose but him, no one to meet your standards or spoil you rotten like he does.

But sometimes, during a fleeting moment or two, you catch a glimpse of the innocent boy you used to know, used to be in love with.

When one of your awful jokes gets a chuckle out of him, his cute snort laugh that you rarely hear these days.

Those fake smiles replaced most of them afterall.

Or when it's the early morning, and the two of you are laying in bed at the highest room in the tower.

Balcony open with a beautiful view of the sun rising upon the still sleepy city. The ocean is nearby with its waves crashing against the shore.

And your beloved has his head on your chest, your fingers running through his hair.

As the sunrays make their way into the tower, and reflect so beautifully against his hair, shining against every mole on his face that you loved to count.

How he reluctantly opens his eyes, a sleepy look in them.

You think, he doesn't look half bad.

He lets you brush his hair, something he always loved you doing. And likewise you're careful and gentle with it.

And just like that, the moment is gone as he suddenly glares at the cup of tea he has been served. Not enough sugar, he mutters under his breath as he snaps his finger to summon the one responsible for this great offence against him.

They say hair holds memories, the ends of the strands you're twirling between your two fingers are the same ones you fell in love with, many summers ago.

Smut headcanons

The way he feels entitled to your time, love, attention and body

No matter what you're doing, no matter who you're with. He will always come first.

In bed too, he usually cums first.

Holds your tongue between his fingers when he wants to shut you up.

Humiliation is a big turn on for him, making you suck his fingers even if someone else was in the room, knowing they wouldn't dare and utter a word.

Mocking you by repeating your needy words back at you.

"Oh is this embarrassing? You poor thing, you're embarrassed?"

"It's too much? My fingers are too much down your throat? I know I know shush."

Same thing in bed when he's so deep inside you, when you're crying out in pleasure and babbling incoherently.

He makes you say the most embarrassing of things.

Go on, tell him how much you love his cock, how much you can't cum your little pretty brains out without being filled to the brim with his dick.

Do you want him to count down for you? Count down until you get permission to cum?

When he reaches 3 or 2, he begins counting back up.

"3...2..hmm you're close? 4....5...6- what's that? Why are you crying? Oh my dear you know you can't cum without my permission, you'll just have to try harder."

One time before you left the upper floors of the tower to go down and help with the store or run errands in the city, he pulled you to the side, gave you the sweetest kiss ever that had you melting into his arms.

Then he pulled your pants down, lowering your underwear just enough so his throbbing cock gets to spill all of his cum inside of it.

Completely filling your underwear and swallowing down all of your complaints with his lips.

After he's finished, he pulled them back up for you with a quick kiss on your forehead and told you to hurry and leave.

You spent the entire time with his cum soaking through your underwear in public. Feeling it rub against your heat and stick to your skin.

By the time you came back, he was in such a good mood.

You feel humiliated and dirty as you cling to him, he wipes the tears from your face with a smile. Continuing to taunt you with his words.

Praising you for being such a good slut in public for him, wondering if you managed to cum on your own between all of those people just from that.

Or did you stop in a bathroom or alleyway and use your hand to get yourself off? Did you buck against your balm or stuff your fingers inside you?

Saying how a hot bath is already ready, how he will take care of his little pet. His crying slut of a lover that he loves to torment and spoil.

Makes you thank him each time he cums inside of you, nothing gets his cock harder than your trembling lips thanking him.

He is willing to indulge your kinks, surprisingly open minded no matter how niche they are.

Even if they don't get him off, he tells you he will still get off on shaming you for them, on being condescending to you the whole time.

Loves receiving oral, loves having you between his knees and worshipping his cock.

If he ends up bottoming, he will definitely be a powerbottom and make you beg before letting you inside him.

Does use his magic in bed, sometimes conjurs an un-person for you to ride and fuck yourself silly against the clone of himself while he watches or works on something else.

Only uses the most safe of spells, he does have acute awareness on how dangerous magic can be and how a simple spell like an ice knife could end up potentially injuring you.

He loves tormenting you, hates actually inflicting any pain on you. Which is why he refuses to choke you in bed or even spank you.

But has zero shame when it comes to public displays, is very willing to fuck you in front of someone else if you're willing.

One of his wet dreams when he finally reaches his potential and achieves greatness, is having you cockwarm him as he sits on his throne and listens to the pleas and begging for mercy from all the people who ever doubted him or wronged him.

If you want to tread on dangerous territory in bed or get him to be rougher, pull his hair.

His mask of superiority drops for a second and he is genuinely furious as he rams harder into you, insult after insult pouring our of his tongue with a deep glare in his eyes.

You'll end up being used all night, even when he can't cum anymore and is overstimualting himself, even when his legs are shaking and his breath hitching, he will still fuck you until you learn your lesson.

Also, he has the prettiest moans and is very vocal in bed.

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Chapter 2: School

Enjoy a riveting tale of romance, suspense, adventure, and self-discovery as Hunter finds his path after the events of TBB. Rated PG-13 for some mild suspense, suggestive talk, alcohol and drug use, and adult themes. Banner and dividers by @pinkiemme

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Chapter 2: School (Word Count: 2.7k)

Hunter winced, one hand on his shoulder as he moved his arm in a circle, trying to work out the sore spot from the morning’s wrestle with an angry bruallki that had apparently only feigned death from his shot. He’d had time to hunt, spend a few hours in his shop, and get cleaned up before heading up the hill to Omega’s school. It was a plain rectangular building on top of a grassy plain that housed students from the youngest grade levels up to young adults within its brick walls, but the island wasn’t too populated so the classes usually consisted of about 10 to 15 students each. He opened the door to the office, shifting his bag on his other shoulder as the attendance clerk looked up at him brightly.

After checking in, Hunter was free to walk the halls in search of Omega, who was late in meeting him at their usual spot in front of the school. It wasn’t unheard of — she was usually either caught up in conversation with one of the staff members she’d taken a liking to or lost in thought from diving into one of her assignments as soon as she could. True to form, Hunter soon found her in the back of the administrative wing, in a little corner office that was full of dark wooden furniture. There were a few small, warm lamps, and there was Omega, relaxing in a cozy chair in front of a plain desk with a chiseled nameplate sitting on its corner: Lyra Vetana, Records Clerk.

The woman behind the desk looked to be a bit older than him, or what Hunter assumed it looked like for nat-borns, with long brown hair that was mostly straight, a somewhat angular jaw, and smile lines around her mouth and eyes. She was currently nodding slowly at whatever Omega was sharing, and as Hunter approached, he caught her attention, her gaze soon followed by Omega’s, who piped up immediately.

“Oh hey Hunter! Sorry I’m late. Lyra was just sharing about what past students have done during their apprenticeship year. She’s got a bunch of great ideas!”

“Yeah?” Hunter answered, shifting his focus to Lyra, who shook her head with a small smile.

“Just what the kids have come up with,” she corrected, straightening a random pile of papers off to the side. “But I apologize for holding you up.” Her voice was smooth, with just a little bit of husky texture that made it imperfectly pleasant, and it matched her humble and unassuming demeanor. Hunter could see why Omega appreciated her company; she had a steady, soothing presence, although it seemed somewhat flat.

“It’s alright, just got some work to do before dinner,” Omega reassured her, rising to her feet and pulling her backpack out of the chair beside her. “Which I bet is steak again, right?” She aimed the question at Hunter, who exhaled through his nose as he tilted his head at her.

“Look, you should be happy that I can cook anything at all, you know…”

“I’m just kidding,” Omega said, patting his shoulder as though she were the parent. “You’re doing great, and you’ve come so far!” Hunter resisted the urge to roll his eyes, although her words carried some weight, and he caught what looked like a condescending smile on Lyra’s face.

“I make salad too…” he grumbled, and Lyra turned a laugh into a cough so quickly it made him second guess what he’d heard, squinting at her as she turned to move that same stack of papers all of a sudden.

“Shoot! I need my interview journal; I left it in my locker. Be right back, and then we can go!” Omega announced, trotting out the door to leave Hunter standing awkwardly in front of where Lyra was seated at her desk. But then he realized a potential solution to an argument he’d had that morning with Omega.

“Hey, quick question…” he began, looking over his shoulder before dropping into one of the chairs in front of Lyra’s desk. “I… ah… Omega’s very special, and… I know it’s real safe here and all, but… We’re still new, and I just want to make sure… she’s alright… you know. And I know she comes to talk to you often, and you have been here at the school for a while…” He rummaged in his small sling bag for a moment, finding it hard to meet Lyra’s curious gaze.

He found what he was looking for and held it up for her to see. It looked like it could have been a large button from a piece of clothing, but upon closer inspection one could see that it was a different kind of button — a small metal cylinder that could be flipped open with a raised round part to press inside. “Would you do me a favor and hang onto this? It’s… it’s an emergency beacon, and if anything ever happens, you press it and we can be here immediately. Omega refused to keep it on her, but… I just…”

Lyra regarded it, and him, with an unreadable expression, brow furrowing for a moment before relaxing. She held out her hand, inviting Hunter to give it to her, but he paused.

“Look, I know it seems paranoid, or overly protective, but there’s a lot that I just can’t explain, and I know you’ll probably never have to use it, but it would just make me feel better if—“

“I get it,” Lyra interrupted reassuringly, giving him a small, serious nod as she beckoned for him to place it in her palm. He felt a disproportionate cascade of relief; maybe he’d built this up more than necessary in his head, but he appreciated knowing there were extra safety measures in place. “I don’t see her all the time, but if there’s ever an emergency, I’ll let you and her mom know.”

“No mom,” Hunter shook his head, “Just me.”

“Oh, sorry— you said ‘we’ could be here right away, so I just thought—“

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Me and our brothers.”

“Got it,” Lyra said quietly, closing her fingers around both the button and a million unasked questions.

“Thanks,” Hunter said, nodding in finality before rising to his feet. He leaned out the doorway, peering down the hall and still finding no sign of Omega, then returned to his post just inside the door, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. He was still getting used to the social situations outside of war, and truth be told, he sometimes missed the rushed simplicity of mission after life-threatening mission. Casting a glance back to Lyra, he was somewhat relieved to find that she’d pulled some other files out of a folder and was tapping away at her keyboard. He couldn’t get a read on her… was she dismissive? Standoffish? Content? Or just didn’t feel the need to force conversation?

“So ah, what is it you do here again?” he asked, the words flowing without his permission. He cringed inwardly, hating the complexity of civilian life at times, but Lyra paused her typing and met his gaze with a patient warmth that lessened his anxious overthinking.

“I’m a records clerk, which means I have the great esteem and honor of filing away every transcript, work study application, apprenticeship offer, accommodations meeting notes, and so on. Basically, if it happens here, I record it here. And if people need any data from the archives, I’m the one to find it for them,” she answered, poking fun at the seeming unimportance of her job without the full cynicism of one who legitimately resented their duties.

“Sounds peaceful,” was all that Hunter could think to say, and his estimation was met with a slow nod.

“It is,” Lyra agreed, the faintest smile touching her thoughtful expression. “And you? What keeps you busy on the island?”

“I’m a hunter, ironically enough,” he answered, smirking dryly. “And a butcher. I have a meat shop down in The Cobbles,” he continued, referring to the part of town just above the beaches that was the notorious center for businesses, restaurants, galleries, and city government offices.

“Ahh,” came the enlightened realization. “Yes. I’ve heard of it from other staff members here.” Hunter wondered what else she’d heard, but judging by any response he could sense, there was nothing more to it. “Not a lot of imports on the island, so everything you sell is from here?”

“Freshly blasted daily,” Hunter said with a mock chipperness that made them both snort. There was something about her that he couldn’t quite figure out, whether she was genuinely enjoying the conversation or just tolerating it, whether she had more to say or was simply killing the time they were forced to interact. But he supposed it didn’t matter much, and as they fell silent again, Hunter could hear familiar footsteps approaching.

“Well, I appreciate you being here for Omega… and all the other kids,” he said quietly, and he caught a wistfulness on her face before it disappeared instantly. Lyra smiled and nodded demurely, brightening up when she saw Omega in the doorway.

“Ready?” the girl asked Hunter, beaming back and forth between him and Lyra.

“Ready,” he echoed, giving Lyra a polite dip of the head before taking his leave.

* * *

The house that Hunter and Omega shared was not far from Tech and Phee’s, sitting on the side of the hills that stretched up from the beaches in rugged terrain peppered with large boulders and cliffs. The island had an interesting layout – large, flat beaches wrapping around the entire coast, then The Cobbles, an aptly-named cobblestoned street with storefronts spaced out neatly on both sides, punctuated by a few older residences, a small garden, and some town governance buildings. The entire island was fairly cut off from most everything else in the galaxy, with very few trade connections, resulting in a harmonious self-sufficiency where each person specialized and contributed to the overall good through commerce or direct trade. The business area was the one main street that stretched in a gentle upward slope from the beach to the cliffs, where it stopped abruptly.

The island topography continued to rise from there, slowly but steadily, with houses peppered across the hills above The Cobbles. There were trees and meadows scattered across the land, and the majority of the population lived on the western side of the island in small homes or flat, layered apartment buildings that were spread out above the business district. The apartment complexes huddled together around the Town Square, a large, open area full of string lights, street vendors, food carts, and an endless array of farmer’s markets, cultural events, musical performances, and so on. Single-family homes were spaced out more along the walking paths that snaked up and down the island, nestled among trees and hills.

A few were tucked further into The Forest, which covered the eastern side of the island in a rugged, dense landscape full of trees and rivers. It was virtually unpopulated save for the houses on its western edge. Near the top of the island, above the layers of homes, lay a large, grassy meadow that stretched out in soothingly gentle slopes. A few ranches had settled around it, utilizing the perfect supply of everything they needed to raise agriculture, and off to one corner of the space sat the school. The highest point of the island was a small mountain upon which they’d built an observatory, although it was chronically out of order. Life on Xylo was a cozy, quiet way, punctuated with whatever creativity the locals could concoct. There were a few other populated islands on the planet as well, each having its own specialty and unique feel.

Hunter brushed his hands on his apron, the soothing bumps of embroidery warming his heart as he remembered Omega’s beaming face when she’d gifted it to him. It was the initial product of her first job shadow, and she’d chosen a plain gray fabric on which to hand-sew her best attempt at two large 9s in Aurebesh as well as a rudimentary copy of Hunter’s half-skull tattoo.

The meat sizzled in the pan as he turned it, spattering hot grease in response to his prodding. He’d added some herbs this time, filling the entire house with the mouthwatering scent of perfectly-balanced flavors. Omega was chopping vegetables on the wood block next to him, chattering happily about the amazing variety of local produce that was supposed to be available at the next farmer’s market.

It had been a hard decision when they settled on the island of whether to live together as they always had or to try to branch out into their own spaces. Phee had commandeered Tech into a home of their own, Echo was interested in the communal setup of one of the small neighborhoods, and Crosshair had found a peaceful home with Batcher in the same area, leaving Wrecker and Hunter staring awkwardly at each other. It had worked out quite well, however, as Hunter had found a cozy house in a small clearing surrounded by trees that also included a comically small additional unit across the tiny meadow that was a perfect fit for Wrecker in every way except his size. But the brawny clone had a knack for construction and had single-handedly remodeled the entire thing to be more suitable. The main dwelling on the property was a typical “cabin in the woods”, and with a few modifications had become a soothing place of respite for both Hunter and Omega, whose small bedrooms branched off the main room that boasted a large fireplace and plenty of wood-hewn furniture.

“This is my new favorite,” Omega said, as they dug into their dinner.

“The bacon-wrapped sirloin was the best so far,” Wrecker mumbled through a mouthful. He had a knack for showing up right at dinnertime, and his presence always filled the room with even more warmth and joviality. That, paired with the fact that he almost always trundled in with his latest catch over his shoulder, had solidified his place at the table above and beyond the fact that he was family.

“This sauce on that steak would be fun to try,” Hunter mused.

“Oh! I’ve got a trip coming up!” Omega announced, pushing her food to the side of her mouth and waving her fork excitedly.

“Yeah?” Hunter asked, tilting his head curiously. “For what?”

“Madame Dreyfus is going to take me on a purchasing run where she selects all of her base fabrics and shows me what to look for. Then she’ll show me which types are most conducive to different colors and types of dyes.”

“Sounds fun!” Wrecker exclaimed, attempting to counterbalance the trepidation he could hear in Hunter’s voice.

“Mhm,” Hunter conceded, “Where does she go for that?”

“One of the other islands; I forget the name,” Omega answered.

“Plata?” Wrecker asked, grinning at Hunter’s sharp look in his direction. He was referring to the second largest island on the planet, notorious for its vibrant nightlife and “you only live once” sort of atmosphere.

“No,” Omega laughed, “One of the agricultural ones.”

“Oh. Sounds good,” Hunter said slowly. “Just you and her?”

“Us, two seamstresses, and their students!”

“I don’t know,” Wrecker said in hesitant, drawn-out syllables that made both Hunter and Omega look at him quizzically, but the thinly-veiled mischief in his eyes gave him away immediately. “I’m not sure Hunter can manage without you. How long will you be gone?” His attempt at consternation was met with a delighted giggle from the girl, who tilted her head at Hunter with a playful, motherly expression.

“You’ll have to keep an eye on him for me, Wreck,” she replied in her chipper voice. “The trip is three days long! And this whole year includes trips with our mentors, so he’s gonna have to get used to it!”

“Aaawwww, Hunter,” Wrecker fawned, “What are you gonna do?”

“I guess I’ll find a way to survive,” Hunter stated dramatically, the gleam in his eye belying his own intent. Omega’s chuckle was drowned in the boom of Wrecker’s laugh, and the three of them finished their dinners in good spirits.

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progression !

summary : cont of free treats, this is part 3!

wanring : marijuan use, cursing & idk what else

pairing : college!ellie williams x black!reader

the thing that you heard when you woke up was giggling, which wasn't unusual, dina and jessie were always laughing at some silly stuff. but when you moved around and realized that one, you were practically still cuddled against ellie and two your phone wasn't where you left it.

you touched everywhere, your boob, behind your back, even under the pillow, dina then came near you and saw you freaking out. "looking for something?" she said holding your phone with two fingers. these sneaky girls, jesus christ what kind of trouble did they get you into today? "real funny dina, can i have it back now?" you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. she threw it to the empty space on the couch, and you swiftly grabbed it. you instantly went to instagram to see the post and you laughed.

you honestly thought it was gonna be a thousand times worse than them posting some pics of you and ellie cuddling. you laughed along with them, once they realized you weren't upset, rather you found it amusing. as long as ellie didn't see anything wrong with it, you would just leave it up. there wasn't anything bad about it, it just looks like friends cuddling, right? you yawned as you started to get up from the couch, letting the pads of your feet hit the cold floor. "damn what time did you guys come in?" you asked as you finally got up and made your way to the small makeshift kitchen, "around five i think, i honestly can't remember, me and dina were wasted." jessie said sitting on one of the chairs. "shall i make us my famous dish, es scrambled eggs and thee finest turkey bacon?" you said in a fake french accent, using your hands to pronounciate the words. "YES WE ARE STARVING!" jessie and dina yelled in union, and that woke ellie up.

"shit whatever it is, me too." ellie laughed, quickly adjusting to the setting in the room. you got started, using the last four eggs they had and the seven pieces of bacon they had, you made enough for everyone to eat once and have a leftover baked good from last night. well, the ones that were still left over, and once you were done chefing it up you served everyone. you all sat on the floor and joyed the silence between each other, speaking ever so often to mention something irrelevant. once everyone was done you did the dishes, the shorts you had on yesterday were rolled up because it became hot in the room quickly but you couldn't tell if it was because of ellie or the heat from the sun outside.

ellie was definitely checking you out the whole time and the other girls took notice, telling jokes within themselves about the obvious pinning. it was around eleven am, meaning you had to clock in to work in about an hour, and you decided to say goodbye to everyone. "guys i gotta go, duty calls! how about you guys come around and maybe we can hang out on my break, or even better after my shift and we can do something!" you said excitedly. they all gave you some form of agreement except for ellie, "sorry i can't make it, i have practice." that made you upset, you were looking forward to seeing ellie today but that was okay! you knew things came before you because you both were barely friends and not even CLOSE to dating so why should it affect you? "that's alright ellie, maybe next time!" you said cheerfully, knowing somewhere deep down it kind of hurt.

you left out the door with your pants from yesterday placed onto of your shorts and simply just left after the final goodbyes. you felt like you were missing something but you brushed it off, not remembering the bag that you had brought with you. but ellie definitely remembered, it smelt like pure weed and vodka and she just had to return it to you. it took you only around thirty minutes to get ready and you were off to your job. the walk wasn't too far, just around ten minutes so you took the short stroll and admired the outside life. it wasn't long before you arrived at one of your favorite places, this place felt like home to you. you opened the door and the little bell rang letting them know someone entered.

"we don't open for another ten- oh hey good morning [name], what good?" cameron said. his ginger fro sticking up, and glowing from the sunlight outside. "ah i see you listened about oiling your scalp, how does it feel?" you asked while you grabbed your apron from the hanger. "bitch it feels the same bye." he said jokingly before returning to preparing the baked goodies presentations, you laughed with him as you tried to stifle it. the owner of the shop came out from the back, flour all over his black apron. he was an elderly man, and it was his families bakery for years, and he loved what he did. he smiled at you both as she took a seat at one of the tables closest to you both, "good morning team, how are you both?" his low voice echoing because of the silence. "I'm good sir, spent the night at a friend-" cameron cut you off, "she means GIRL friend, sir," you hit cameron over the counter dividing you two.

that started a small and childish hitting battle between you both that your boss found amusing, "enough you two, but a girlfriend? I'm happy for you sunshine, if she hurts you in any way you know where to find me." he said laughing to himself, causing you to laugh along. "yes sir i know, thank you." you said walking your way behind the counter to finally start your shift, today was gonna be good, you could feel it in your bones. the shop started to fill immediately and you were on your feet at a fast pace, taking orders, making drinks, and serving them right up. one of your favorite artists came on, mac miller, the way featuring ariana grande. it was an absolute hit in your opinion, and you loved the song, it got you in such a happy mood. you were so wrapped up in work that you didn't notice ellie waiting to the side patiently. you told cameron to take over the register for a second so you could walk over to her, and he did. you walked over to her and looked at her for a brief moment before asking, "hey ellie, what did you need?"

she pointed to her back and you saw your bookbag, your sunflower-themed bookbag on her back, and that's what you had forgotten. "oh my lord, thank you ellie! i must've forgotten it on my way out," she handed you her bag, and you held it for a second. "well i should go now, i've got soccer practice, see you later!" she said as she walked out the shop. you were honestly left starstruck, and it took a second to get back to your sense. when you did you went back behind the register and threw your bag through the open kitchen doors and left it in the corner somewhere. you saw cameron and mr. anderson speaking secretly and you just knew cameron was spilling everything and anything he knew. the day went on and the customers were coming in nonstop which didn't bother you, and near the end of your shift, you saw jessie, dina, and ellie sitting down at a table. why was ellie here, didn't she have practice you thought to yourself as you finished your last drink of the day? you said goodbye to cameron and mr. anderson. taking off your apron and hanging it back up where it was first put this morning, you fixed your hair slightly and grabbed your bag from the back.

you walked up to their table and spoke, "seems like i have some stalkers today, hm?" you jokingly said as they got up from the table. ellie smiled at you as dina and jessie said hello to you by attacking you with bear hugs, you were still confused as to why ellie was here. "hi guys, i missed yall," you said into the tight hug. once they let go you asked ellie, "i thought you had practice today?" you said softly as you all were leaving out the door. "yeah i did but the coach's daughter got hurt pretty badly and she goes to a different university so he had to go to her, which means no practice till he comes back." ellie said joyfully. that was good news, you really wanted to see her pretty face again today. "alright folks lets go smoke in a park, first, we have to stop by my dorm to grab the goods," you said as yall started walking that way. it didn't take long for you all to arrive and you instantly unlocked the door with your keycard and let them all in. you all went up to your room and grabbed the weed and some snacks for the travels. the park wasn't too far and the whole time was spent talking and joking around so the walk was way shorter than it seemed.

ellie made sure to let you stand on the safe side of the street while she stood near the traffic. she came close to holding your hand a couple times as the other girls were wrapped in their own conversation. you guys arrived and went to your usual spot in the park which was a little beyond it in the near woods. well it was rather a walkway for couples but it had a lot of wooded area, and you all settled down on top of the "wood blanket" and opened the book bag. in it sat a bong, some weed, and snacks and that's all you guys needed, ellie started to pack a bowl for herself as you scrolled on your phone. as she started to hit it you took out your phone to take photos of her for instagram, once she was done she passed it to you. she has hit the whole thing so you had to refill it and hit it yourself, feeling the plant hit your lungs, you breathed it out. you started to subtly feel the effects as you all were talking.

it was no joke with this stuff, a little really does go a long way with these. you laid back onto the blanket and ellie lay beside you, you both were very starry-eyed and zoned out. ellie then pulled out a small joint from her pocket and lit it up, taking a hit and then passing it to you. you took a hit and then another and passed it back to her. until you got up and handed dina your phone and told her to take a picture of you with it in your mouth. she did and you laid back down once again, seeing your body drifting off like the wind blowing against you guys. you reached your hand to the side and you felt ellie's and you grabbed it. it was really warm so you kept holding it, and in ellie's dazed state she didn't mind, she found it comforting. the rest of the night was spent with you all goofing around and taking so many pictures to post later.

at one point you and ellie took a little walk down the path, holding hands and just enjoying the outside. the trees were beautiful and so was the moonlight. it hit you both so beautifully, and you both were now staring at each other with nothing but adoration and affection in your eyes. one thing led to another and now you both were very handsy making out behind a tree, but dina and jessie still had a very clear view of this. your lips hit ellie's with a powerful force, making her stumble back into the tree, your teeth slightly biting down on her lips as she moaned into it. she flipped you guys over so now your back was against the tree and she started to attack your neck with these bites. they weren't so painful but they made something inside you crave more, maybe it was the high or maybe you were genuinely enjoying it. but it all came to a halt when jessie and dina snuck up on you both and gasped loudly.

making ellie take her teeth off your skin and you cover your face in embarrassment, not that you were kissing ellie but that you were caught. after that, you all decided the responsible young adult thing to was head back to your dorm and sleep the high away, and that's exactly what you did. you and ellie shared and bed while dina and jessie shared the empty one in your room, but before you went to bed you had to post about your night.

blackmacmiller

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blackmacmiller the key to happiness is good weed, good company and late night adventures. i love you guys, @dinawina @ elliewilliams @jjessiemessy! my hearts in human form!

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dinawina i love you, way more ⭐️

> blackmacmiller lying again? wowza

jjessiemessy i hate you all

> blackmacmiller we love you too baby

> dinawina facts

elliewilliams thanks for the super awesome night, hopefully we have more of these

> blackmacmiller anytime you want, els

> dinawina FLIRTING I SEEE

cameronwalker & you say she not yo gf … bye GIRL!

> blackmacmiller gtfo cam, i’ll see you tmr

and with that, you were out like a light, hoping that your morning tomorrow could outshine the amazing day you had today. but you knew deep inside, nothing could ever top this bonding experience with your favorite people.

how we feeling … how we FEELING!

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [31]

chapter thirty-one, act four: somebody else

masterlist

little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.

August 29th 2016

George’s brows raise as he watches Tommie do what can only be described as a march, door swinging open, no greeting as she starts lifting scattered papers and books from the coffee table.

“What are you doing?”

“My book, I can’t find it.”

“Adam cleaned last night, it might be in one of the draws.”

She goes over there quickly, head pressed to her shoulder holding her ringing phone, “Hey.”

“Yeah, hey, Pheebs, did I leave my notebook there?”

She can hear the singer get up and look around, “Uh, can’t see it, I’ll have a good look and let you know.”

“Alright, thanks. See you later.”

She huffs and goes back to making a mess. She'll definitely have a breakdown about later that day.

George sighs slowly, petting Button who’s now sitting at his feet, watching her move around like a tornado before he gets to his feet, “What does it look like?”

“It’s the brown one I always have. Leather, got flowers drawn on it, some other shit.”

He nods and they spend around an hour tearing the place apart together for it, “I had a song… a good fucking song, G, I can’t find it.”

“Where’d you have it last?”

He knows there’s no point in asking, her memories not the best as it is, she’s always misplacing things. But that book, she always had it in her hand no matter where they were.

“Um… here, I think… no, Phoebe’s, I let her use some lines for a song she’s working on…”

She shakes her head, “No… no…”

“I’ll run up to Jamie’s office, tell him to send out an email in case someone’s picked it up by accident.” George promises, grabbing his keycard to get into the elevator.

“I had ideas, G, good fucking ideas. That book is my life.”

“We’ll find it, relax.”

“No, no,” She shakes her head, “I had a song, a song for the album.”

“What’s it called?” He asks, looking through the computer files but she waves a hand, an indication she hadn't done anything besides write the lyrics.

“Baby Teeth.”

He giggles, “Baby Teeth?”

“Matty named a song Ugh, you didn’t say anything about that.”

He closes his mouth quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “I remember some of it, but, my heads a mess, everyone knows that, Memories shit-”

“Your heads not a mess, you’re fine, look, we all misplace things. It’s here somewhere, we’ll find it.”

…They didn’t find it.

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October 15th 2016

The ringing stops, she smiles, “Hey, Cal-”

“You’ve reached… Caleb Kidwall… leave a message after the tone….”

She sighs “Uh, Hey, Cal, we’re gonna be back in LA in two days, on Jimmy Kimmel, for the first time. Uh, I don’t know I just miss you, haven't seen you since you started working on that single, call me back so we can meet up.”

She shoves the phone into her back pocket before sitting from the bench in San Diego, tugging on Button’s lead, the dog jumping onto Allen’s- Matty’s new dog- back.

Matty giggles, pulling her off and tickling her belly, “Leave your brother alone or I’ll tell on you.”

Button rolls onto her back, reaching one paw out to hit Allen, the puppy tackling her in response.

Only when the two dogs hear the familiar laugh of the redhead do they abandon the brunette to jump all over her.

“Twats.”

She laughs, raising a brow as she stands to her full height again, “Come on, we promised we’d only be an hour we’ve been gone for four.”

“Can’t start the show without us anyway.” He shrugs.

She loops her arm with his as they walk towards the big unmissable bus parked outside the venue. Their dogs, one brunette and one redhead, walking just in front of them.

Tommie laughs, remembering something Grimmy, a good friend of theirs, once said, “What?”

“Remember when we helped host BBC Breakfast with Grimmy?”

“Yeah?”

“He said something about dogs that look like their owners and whatever. I said no at the time.” She shrugs then gestures to Allen and Button.

They’re walking as close as their owners, bodies pressed up against each other, not even parting when a lampost comes their way. (Allen, the poor little boy gets hit in the face as Button refuses to move over on the pavement for him).

The dog shakes his head and Tommie is leaning down to pat his head and kiss his nose as Matty watches the bus door open with a creak.

“Three. Two… One…”

“You two!”

Jamie huffs as he steps out the bus, “You were supposed to be back two hours ago.”

“Sorry, my fault.” Matty says, “I forgot poo bags so we had to go around the world finding a place that did them.”

Jamie shakes his head, “We did sound check without you both, if your vocals sound shit it's your fault.”

Matty nods, “Noted.”

They go back into the bus, changing into their show outfits, the usual skinny jeans and a plain top for Matty.

Tommie decides on some of her flared blue jeans with a white tank top and then a dark blue jumper over it.

Tommie hears a familiar voice outside and pushes her dyed hair over her shoulder as she leaves the bathroom.

“Hey, Gabs.”

Gabby gets up to hug her, “Thought you weren’t joining until the last few shows.”

She shrugs, “Got tired of hearing Matty whining so I came early.”

The two girls link arms as they pass the guys, Matty’s eyes following them carefully as they exit the bus.

“You saved the rest of us, I owe you for life.”

They giggle walking on into the venue, past the fans who scream for the guys to sign something or take photos which they all stop to do.

“Matty says you’re working on a new book.”

Tommie glances back at the closed door, “That’s supposed to be a secret. God knows why I trusted telling him of all people.”

“Can I read it? Is it poetry? Or like, an actual smart book?”

“Poetry, and some other things.”

“Other things?”

She shrugs, “Like old songs I’ve written but could never put out.”

“Why not? Is Matty still on his egotistical ‘I’m the writer of the band’ wave”

She puts on a terrible English accent that sounds more like one of the Gallagher brothers than Matty. But it still has Tommie giggling away as she shakes her head, “No, no. I mean, he’s always egotistical, it’s just songs I’ve written that are too personal to me. You know, last minute I pulled out from giving them to George.”

“You shouldn’t pull out, I mean, I’ve read your writing, listened to the songs you’ve written. They’re also amazing.”

“Maybe they are,” Tommie shrugs, “I’m just still not ready to show myself completely to the world.”

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October 17th 2016

“Hey, Cal, in LA now… uh, give me a call if you’re free tonight.”

She sighs, putting the phone back down as she leaves the bus to meet the others in the venue.

“You okay?”

She nods with a smile accepting Adam’s hand as the pair walk on in to find the other guys.

Only they pause and share a glance when they enter. Ross is sitting with his legs crossed as he looks away, George sitting opposite him on the coffee table, suddenly taking an interest in his drum sticks.

Matty, throws his phone and flops onto the settee making them raise their brows in sync.

“That was weird.” Ross practically shouts, “You’re so in tune, do it again.”

“What’s going on?”

“What have you done?”

Matty sits up with a scoff, “What have we done? Haven’t done nothing.” He shakes his head, shrugs, then lies back down. George is still not uttering a word.

Adam steps closer, “I swear, what have you guys done?”

There’s a knock on the door behind them and as Adam tries to get the answer out of them Tommie turns without looking, reaching behind her to open the door and let Jamie in.

“Why you always blaming me? Why does it have to be me that's done something?” Matty asks.

“Probably is you-”

“Well you’ve always been the trouble causer in this group, Matty.”

Both Adam and Tommie pause, the latter spinning quickly with a grin. “Nan!”

She smiles, wrapping her arms around her nan and swaying them side to side, breaking apart to grip her grandfather when she sees him roll his eyes, “Alright, Bean, no cwtch for me?”

“What are you doing here? What happened to travelling Europe?”

Adam’s moving to hug them both too, smiling up at their grandparents, “Decided it was time for a break. Time to come home.”

Thomas wraps his arm around Tommie’s shoulders. It’s no secret she’s the favourite as he did raise her.

Thomas is a tall man unlike the rest of the family, that’s where Adam gets it from. Not only did Tommie inherit his ginger hair (that he once had) she also developed his love for all things music.

When Tommie was born, and he was staring down at the little baby in the hospital bed with his daughter, he decided to quit the fire service, well, that’s what he said but he found himself there at least twice a week.

With her mother working and then out, no stable father figure and her nan working up until retirement age, Tommie took to looking up to her grandfather the most.

That’s where she got her nickname, everyone called her Tommy junior as a kid from the amount of time they spent together.

“Time to come home?”

They nod, “We’ve bought a house back in Wales again, we’ve had four years of adventures now. That’s enough for us. We miss you.”

She smiles hugging her nan again, “I missed you as well.”

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Tommie grins as she opens the door, “Cal! Cal!”

She runs in, pausing at a blonde head that sleeps on the sofa, her brows furrow and she yelps as a hand touches her shoulder.

Caleb chuckles quietly, “Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to scare you.” He whispers, pulling her along to his room.

“Who’s that?”

“Emma.”

She hums, not knowing what else to do and Claeb senses her hesitation, “Uh, her fiance- some things have happened, Mitch offered her to stay here with us while she figures stuff out. She needs a break.”

Tommie nods, “That’s kind of him.”

Caleb nods and chuckles, “You know, I always thought he was in love with her when we were kids.”

Tommie pauses but doesn’t say anything, “Uh, how’s the single coming along?”

“It’s coming, we’re taking our time with this one, you know?”

She nods, “Same with us and our first album.”

“How was the show? Sorry I didn’t answer your call, I was at the studio, left my phone there, Shane brought it back for me.”

She shrugs, “It was okay, uh, my grandparents are here.”

“Here?”

She hums, “Yeah, they flew out to surprise me and Adam, they’re staying with us for a few shows.”

He smiles, “That’s great, have they seen you perform before?”

“Once, when we first started out, we did a gig in this place in Cardiff, The Brewhouse, I took you there before, remember?”

“The one with uh… the spiral stairs?”

She shakes her head, “No, the one across the road from that one.”

“Ah, yeah, had that Kelly guy you like on the wall right?”

“Kelly Jones, yeah.”

He nods, “I remember, that place was cute.”

Tommie approaches the subject carefully, watching him as he opens a drawer and pulls some clothes out, setting them aside for her to change into for bed.

“Do you uh… maybe want to meet them?”

He pauses in folding the t-shirt and turns to look at her over his shoulder, “Me?”

“No, Callum besides you.” She says sarcastically and he rolls his eyes affectionately with a smile on his face.

He sits on the edge of the bed, holding his hands out for her to take, “You want me to meet them?”

“We’ve been together for two years now, think it's time you meet the people who raised me, don’t you?”

He shrugs and leans forward, forehead resting against her chest, “I don’t know, I mean… look how the last time went.”

She winces, running her hands through his hair. He’s grown it out, it’s not quite Matty length but still long, almost reaching his shoulders. A big fluffy ball on top of his head.

She sighs, leaning down to kiss his head, “Please?”

“Can we take a rain check?” He asks looking up, resting his chin on the spot his forehead was on.

She forces a smile, cheeks awkwardly pulling upwards, “Sure.”

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