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p0ckykiss · 2 months

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lovesick - lee haechan

summary -> haechan is sick, and you are more than happy to take care of him.

warnings -> friends but they have a crush on each other😱

haechan laid in bed, sniffling. he had pulled the comforter back onto his body and curled up.

on the TV was his favorite show, he was currently rewatching it whilst he fought off his cold with rest.

lord knows where he had caught it, but it was unfortunate. days after he had decided to start his trek to college by moving out, he was sniffling and sneezing.

thankfully, he was able to postpone the college signup and tour, and get help moving into his apartment.

“i thought I told you to cover up with the sheet, not the comforter, hyuck,” you slowly opened the door, holding a plastic bag. “i only left for fifteen minutes.” you pulled the thick blanket off of him and folded it at the end of the bed.

the mask covering your face made it hard to see your expression, so haechan returned eye contact with his big, beautiful, brown doe eyes. “i’m cold.”

“i know you get cold, but we have to bring your temperature down. and you refuse to eat ice cream”

“speaking of temperature, I have to take yours again.”

he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. “because you want me to eat the kind that doesn’t taste as good.” haechan really wanted you to take off your mask, because.. he just wanted you to.

you were gorgeous, and admiring your face could probably cure his sickness.

you shook your head. “i bought an alternative,” a few treats were pulled out of the bag. “ice pops. they’re cheap, and they are basically shaved ice. you can eat as many as you want, anything for the sake of you getting better.”

the thermometer that you had also pulled out of the bag was placed in haechan’s mouth.

haechan pouted while it took his temperature, because of how babied he was right now. it was to get him better faster, but he was supposed to be an adult, moving out into his old place. yet here you were, taking care of him.

“did you get any rest?” you held his face in your hands. partly to just coddle him further.

the thermometer beeped, and you took it out.

102 degrees.

still lower than the previous day.

“no.. I feel like my insides are on fire,” his voice was nasally and cute, the entirety of his nose red and irritated.

“and that’s what the ice pops are for, hyuck,” you peeled off the seal and handed it to him.

he took it from you, and stuck it in his mouth. immediately, his body felt a little more at peace, and his muscles relaxed.

earlier, he tried eating ice.

all that did was hurt his teeth. this was a happy solution to that madness. “how many did you buy?” he mumbled around the pop.

“i bought six, because I knew you would like them. they’re pretty big, so it should last you today and tomorrow. and just so you know these aren’t meals.”

“yeah, yeah,” haechan rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV.

“while you’re occupied, let’s take the sheet off of you, too,” you climbed onto the bed and laid next to him, close enough for comfort, but far enough to keep him from heating up. “you need to rest, once you’re done, got it?”

again, he rolled his eyes, but laid his head against your shoulders. his legs were tucked close to his body.

the show was getting good.

even if he was with you, he wouldn’t want to miss any of it - despite the fact that he was watching it again.

the couple in the show were getting closer, and he could actually see their chemistry. “look, look, they-” haechan pouted.

the ending music of the episode was playing, just as it seemed they would kiss. “how long have you been sleeping..” he set the empty ice pop inside the bag and grabbed another one.

best take advantage of this moment. haechan let you rest back on the pillows, curling you into his side as much as he wanted while covering you up with the sheet.

for extra measure, he slipped the mask off, down and under your chin.

“much better.” haechan grinned proudly.

nearly two episodes down the line, he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy, and he began to miss a few seconds of the show at a time. as a boring and ineffective part played out, his eyes began to shut. just then, you decided to wake up.

“hyuck..” you groaned, sitting up. “you didn’t even take your medicine..” it took you several moments to realize that your mask was off, but when you did, you playfully slapped his arm.

“stop, stop! I just wanted to see your face,” haechan pouted for the nth time this visit. “i’ll take my medicine if you give me a kiss.”

you pulled the medicine out of the bag and measured it out. “if you get me sick, I will be so mad at you, lee haechan, because some of us have to function in the real world, as fully functioning adults.” you held his chin and gave him a prolonged peck before handing him his medicine.

“hey!” it was hard to tell what part of his face was blushing, and what was red from his cold.

the way that you nonchalantly acknowledged the feelings you had for one another is what really sealed the deal for him. “thank you,” haechan mumbled as he took the medicine.

“i’m going now, before I catch more germs than I can afford.”

he stood up and grabbed your hand. “goodbye.” haechan’s eyes were wide, and he was feeling much bolder now that he was satisfied and not feeling like his insides were an inferno. he wrapped his arms around your torso and laid his head on your shoulder.

“goodbye, hyuck, take care of yourself while i’m gone, okay?” you rubbed his back and kissed his head. “my phone is always on if you need me.”

haechan retreated back to his bed, where he listened to you leave, before pulling out his phone to text you an unnecessarily long series of heart themed emojis.

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huggyhughesy · 8 months

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slow mornings | quinn hughes

a little dad!quinn blurb for your sunday evening <3

The house was quiet. Too quiet for a Saturday morning.

Usually, Saturday mornings started early with Sophie climbing into Quinn and I's bed. This morning, though, I was the only one laying under the duvet. As I racked my brain, trying to remember if there was a reason I had been abandoned in the bed, I remembered that I'd never seen Quinn last night. He was supposed to get home after midnight, flying home from a five-day road trip.

The panic began to set in when I realized that I had no messages from Quinn, his phone wasn't on his bedside table, and -- most importantly -- he wasn't lying in bed next to me. Flinging the covers off, I made my way down the hall to Sophie's room, where I discovered that she too was missing. Deciding to venture downstairs, I could hear the faint sounds of music coming from the living room.

As I entered, my heart swelled at the sight in front of me. Laying on the couch, both asleep, was Sophie and Quinn. Sophie was cuddled into her dad's side and didn't appear to be waking up anytime soon.

I quickly snapped a picture of the two of them before leaning down and placing a kiss to the top of Quinn's head. His eyes fluttered open and a lazy grin came over his features.

"Hey," he mumbled. "Can I have a real kiss?"

I smiled at his request.

"You want me to give you a kiss after you abandoned me in our bed?"

He just continued smiling at me, knowing that I'd give in eventually. And I did, leaning back down to give Quinn a 'real kiss' before walking around the couch and sitting on the unoccupied side of Quinn's body. I leaned onto his side as his arm came to wrap around my waist. I was looking at the movie currently playing on the tv; Winnie the Pooh was currently one of Soph's favorites. She especially loved Eeyore.

"Eeyore's actually such an underrated character," Quinn said, as if he could read my mind.

"You and Soph are too much alike," I replied, earning a nudge from my husband.

"Who's your favorite then?"

I didn't reply, which was an answer enough for Quinn.

"There's nothing wrong with liking Eeyore, you know. His grumpiness is funny. And realistic."

"Fair point."

We both laid in comfortable silence for a while, watching the children’s movie, when I figured I’d bring up the potentially touchy subject of Quinn’s road trip, during which they’d lost two games and won one.

"How was the trip?"

The involuntary sigh that escaped his lips was all I really needed to know. Quinn had already confided in me about how frustrating it was for his team to be having such an awful season, especially compared to Jack's, but to also have to see so many of his teammates and people he considered to be good friends get traded away. He didn't talk about it in front of his parents or his brothers, specifically Jack, because he didn't want to make everyone listen to his pity party when he knew they really just wanted to be basking in the glory of Jack's first really good season in the NHL.

"It sucked," Quinn admitted, his arm gripping my waist a little tighter. “But it’s over now, so it’s whatever.”

I looked up to him, communicating with just my look that it, in fact, wasn’t whatever.

“Fine, fine. It just wasn’t fun overall. I didn’t play very well, and I missed you guys.”

Quinn had a pout on his face when I looked up at him. I couldn’t help myself but to lean up and kiss his jaw.

“We missed you too,” I informed him. “Soph watched every single minute of every game.”

As if she could hear us mention her name in her sleep, Sophie stirred. Wiggling around and rubbing her eyes. Upon her opening her eyes fully, she looked at Quinn, then at me, and did a double take back to Quinn, letting out a little gasp.

“Daddy!” she squealed and wrapped her arms around Quinn’s neck. Quinn chuckled but pulled her closer to his chest.

“Hey sweetheart. Have a good nap?”

The massive smile on Sophie’s face and the hands that were still clutching onto Quinn’s shirt were enough indication that she was more preoccupied with her father than to answer his question.

“Daddy, are you home now?”

The grin that graced Quinn’s features wavered slightly. While Soph was asking if Quinn was home, she was really asking if he was going to stay home.

“No baby, not yet. I’m home this week, and then I’m going to see Uncle Trevor.”

She tried to mask her disappointment. After a moment, though, her features changed to one of curiosity and excitement.

“Oh. But can you ask him to bring me some candy? He always brings me candy when you see him,” she informed us.

I raised an eyebrow and side-eyed Quinn, who looked guilty.

“Uncle Trevor always brings you candy?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Daddy brings it, but Uncle Trevor gives it to him to give to me.”

“Ah, I see.”

I decided to leave the subject of Trevor and Quinn conspiring to sneak our kid candy another time. Right now, though, I was going to spend the morning watching Disney movies.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #nhl blurb #vancover canucks #canucks hockey #quinn hughes imagine #dad!quinn hughes

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amomentsescape · 6 months

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Slashers Creating a Personal Carnival for Reader

Background: Reader becomes overstimulated from loud noises, but still wants to experience what it's like to go to the carnival and have fun. The Slashers want to help make this dream a reality for them.

A/N: This was a personal request I received through my messages. They asked to remain anonymous for this, but I hope they and everyone else enjoys!

Freddy Krueger

This man can literally turn the world into whatever he wants

So the night before, when you expressed how disappointed you were that you couldn't go to the town carnival, Freddy knew what to do

He always wants to make you smile, so seeing that frown was a big no in his book

He took time to plan out what he wanted to do while you were awake during the day

But that night when you went to sleep, you were shocked to find yourself in your very own carnival

There was no one else around, but you could smell the cotton candy in the air and feel the grass beneath your feet

Freddy popped up beside you with a wide smile

"Surprise!"

He then took you through everything you wanted to do

The games had every plushie you adored in multiple sizes and colors

Every ball you threw and every pin you knocked down barely made a sound

He even took you on a rollercoaster and sat beside you

There was a little wind on your skin, but the coaster remained quiet and didn't jostle you around like a normal one would

It was like he knew exactly what you needed in that moment

The night ended with you sharing some fair food together on a bench, the bright lights still dazzling around you

Michael Myers

He didn't quite understand why you were so upset at first

He thought carnivals were overrated and never had a desire to go to one himself

But he could see that sad look in your eye when you expressed your disappointment

You were the only person he actually cared about, so he knew he needed to do something to help you

The next morning, you went downstairs to the smell of popcorn

You could see that things had been changed around in the living room once you were there

There was an old fashioned popcorn maker in the corner

And next to it was an even older skee ball machine

Michael was standing beside them, just looking at your reaction

A huge smile grew on your face at the sight

Michael wasn't one to be sentimental, so the fact that he went out of his way to get these things for you meant a lot

He watched you play skee ball a couple of times before you dragged him over to play with you

He was surprisingly good for having not played before

After a couple more rounds, he pulled out a plushie of your favorite animal

It was a little dirty, but you can tell he probably looked high and low for it

He then sat you down on the chair in front of the TV and put on one of those roller coaster videos from online

You laughed at the video, enjoying hearing all the sounds and seeing the sky

But then the chair started to move in unison to the video, Michael squatting down and shifting it back and forth beside you

You ended the day off sharing popcorn together on the couch, listening to fair music from the TV

Jason Voorhees

The child in him can understand where you are coming from

He also used to want to go to carnivals, but he never felt comfortable doing so because of everyone teasing him

So now knowing that also want to experience what a fair is like, Jason felt motivated to make it a reality

You and him spending time together alone? Perfection, in his eyes

Plus, the woods are the perfect place to do this

Later that afternoon, Jason came inside and ushered you out the door to your confusion

But once outside, you saw an old roller coaster seat, a couple bags of cotton candy, a few small plushies, and an old basketball hoop

You looked at Jason confused before he handed you a basketball, watching you intently

You took a few moments to think about what to do before throwing the ball at the hoop, making it in right away

Jason walked over quickly and picked up one of the plushies, handing it to you

You began to laugh when you realized what he was doing

He quickly sat you in the roller coaster seat and began to move it around, imitating turns and bumps

This made you laugh even harder as he worked so hard to make it feel like an actual ride

You eventually had him sit beside you as you ate some cotton candy, telling Jason how much fun you had and how much you loved what he did for you

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has also never been to a carnival before

But you explaining what they're supposed to be like and everything made him want to go with you

But he understands how they can become sensory overload

They'd probably be too much for him to handle too

So why not bring the carnival to you instead?

You woke up in the morning to the backyard being all decked out

There were bags on candy and plushies on a table next to a balloon "popping" game

Thomas was super proud of himself for building the game just for you

He took your hand and led you over to everything

He watched you bounce a small ball on a few balloons, handing you a plushie afterwards

(Having the ball bounce was his way of popping the balloons without the loud sound)

He even managed to bounce a couple himself

He also shared some candy with you in between rounds of playing

Thomas eventually took you back inside to the living room where he had a basket and a fan hooked up

He sat you down inside and turned on the fan, letting it blow on you

He then began to push the basket around on the floor, leading you all over the place in the living room

All that could be heard were your giggles throughout the house

Bubba Sawyer

As fun as carnivals sounded, Bubba never really got to go to one either

But all he knew was that you wanted to go but was upset that you couldn't because of the sensory stimulation

So Bubba decided to stay up all night, building what he could out of scrap metal and wood he had around the house

He managed to rig up a game where you tried to knock glass bottles over

He also built a little wooden stand where you could "purchase" snacks and drinks

He even dug a small path in the ground for a small basket to follow

When he excitedly dragged you outside the next morning, you were shocked to see everything

He hurriedly gave you a ball and motioned for you to knock down the pins

He then rewarded you with a plushie even if you didn't get them all down

He offered you candy, gave you big hugs, and even tried to "win" you extra plushies

The day ended with him pushing you in the basket along the dug out path, winding around the yard and making you smile in delight

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms had been to his share of carnivals in the past, but he hates seeing that frown on your face since you haven't done the same

He doesn't like leaving the house of course, but he does the best that he can

He makes each piece of furniture in the house a different ride for you

He even raids the pantries for extra snacks and foods that he thinks you'll like

And his old stuffed animals? The perfect prizes for winning some games!

He waits until the night, waking you up from your sleep to take you downstairs

He adjusted the lighting so it was a little darker, but this made everything else stand out

He put on some music on the record player as he took you on all the rides, giving you hugs from behind

And although they weren't quite traditional fair games, he did the best he could with his parent's old pool table, setting up different plastic cups to knock down

And every plushie you won was a memory for Brahms, which made it even more special

Although a little selfish, he can be quite romantic when he wants to be

Norman Bates

He can't bear to see you cry like this

He'd love to go to the carnival with you, but he also wants to see you comfortable and happy

He decides to close the motel for the day- anything for you was worth it

And after breakfast, you were surprised to see that each motel room had been turned into something different

Some had different games in them

Others had sweets and fair food

And one even had your own little rollercoaster, the TV playing a ride POV for you

You about jumped in his arms when you saw everything

You excitedly grabbed his hand and pulled him along to each room, making sure that he played and ate alongside you the whole time

It wouldn't have been the same if he wasn't at the carnival with you

Your favorite was the rollercoaster though, loving how he stayed close to your side as he moved the "ride" around in unison to the TV

Everything was perfect

And Norman reserved the last room as a little resting area, cuddling up next to you on the bed and asking how you liked everything

He thinks that maybe he should do this again in the future

Billy Loomis

With the carnival coming to town, Billy could immediately tell that something was wrong

When you told him about your disappointment, he wiped away your tears and told you it would be okay

A couple days later, you were at the empty town fair with Billy

All it took were a couple threats from "Ghostface" to the police station for the residents to not show up that day to the carnival

He toured you around for a bit, showing you all the food and rides

And when you were ready, you guys ended up trying out some of the games

He let you pick out whatever plushie you wanted and he got it down for you

He also sat in the rollercoaster cart with you, letting you experience what it was like to be in one with him without all the loud noises and craziness that usually come with the ride

And he happily hopped into a couple different food trucks, pretending to be a worker and asking for your order

It was probably the best date you've had with Billy so far

Stu Macher

Stu despises seeing you upset about anything

He'd go to the lengths of the earth to keep you smiling

So when he told you to come over to his place for date night, you were shocked to see your own mini carnival inside his living room

All of your favorite foods and drink were set out on the table

And he even made his own version of the pin game you'd normally see at carnivals

He may have stolen some of the "winnable" plushies however

But it's the thought that counts in his book

The fact that he did all of this for you was enough to make you cry

He happily took your hand and led you over to everything, explaining what he did and how you both were going to have so much fun

He even made a couple cut outs in a large box he had, allowing both of you to fit in the "rollercoaster" ride

He tried mimicking the actual ride by making funny noises and putting his hands in the air, shaking the box around with you in it

He may have knocked you both over a couple of times, but it was still fun either way

Eric Draven

You're sad about not being able to go to the carnival?

Well lucky for you, Eric has access to his share of empty rooftops, giving you plenty of room to have fun

He spent a couple of nights piecing together different games and foods that he thought you would like

He even bought a few different strings lights to give off that colorful experience you'd see at an actual fair

He waited until the middle of the night once the city was asleep to take you onto the rooftop with him

It was honestly so pretty

The lights, the gentle music, and the cool feeling of the night air was perfect

Your carnival visit was very relaxing too

You played some games together, Eric insisting that he had to play a few rounds in order to win you a plushie

And to your surprise, he "won" you the stuffed animal you had been eyeing in the store a week ago

And any fair food you've wanted to try? Eric somehow has it for you

You both ended the night sharing cotton candy and looking out over the quiet city together, your head resting on his shoulder

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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TOLERATE IT — JOHN MARINO

john marino x fem!reader

summary: in which y/n’s love is tolerated at best, and she wonders what ever happened to her loving boyfriend

warnings: not much dialogue in the beginning?, happy or sad ending depending on the way you look at it, not proofread.

notes: i love writing angst but as a john girlie, this hurt me— but i did this to myself

the page turns, John’s fingers skimming it gently.

his head is dipped low, one leg perched on the other. he’s sat on the other end of the sofa, engrossed in his book; whereas i pay no attention to the movie that plays on the tv, rather watching him instead.

his demeanor is peaceful, and i know better than to actually disturb him. this is some of the only time he gets to relax, and i don’t want to take that away from him. so i sit quietly instead, just enjoying the rare company.

but i can’t help but wish he would actually do something with me. watch a movie, cuddle, talk, anything. instead i’m subjected to medium silence and the sound of paper flipping.

i turn the tv off, rising from the couch, and his eyes flicker up at my movement, but he dismisses it quickly, going back to his book.

“i’m going to bed.” i tell him softly, quietly yearning for him to join me, but instead he just hums in acknowledgment. “are you gonna join me?”

his eyes scan the page for a few more seconds as i stand before him, waiting for his response. finally, he looks up at me properly, shaking his head.

“no, i’m good.”

my heart sinks at his reply, but i nod, “okay.”

i spend my entire bedtime routine hoping that he’ll walk into the room. that maybe he’ll change his mind and for once, we’ll go to bed together; like we did early in our relationship. but when i climb into an empty bed and he’s still in the living room, i have to accept the fact that it’s not happening. that those days are apparently over.

i stir in my sleep, shifting under the weight of an arm draped over my waist, and for a second my heart leaps in my chest, thinking John has decided to cuddle me as i slept. but when i turn under his touch, my eyes fluttering open, i find him asleep. the spooning an unconscious movement, and as soon as it’s started, it’s already over, his arm drawing back as he moves in his slumber to lay on his back.

i settle on my side, resting my head in my hand as i watch the steady rise and fall of his chest in the darkness of the room. the silence piercing as i watch him breathe.

what ever happened to the boy who held me as we slept? the same one who comforted me when people criticized our five year age gap. the one who told me he would do anything to keep me happy.

***

my heart races in my chest as i set the dining table.

the usual plastic plates and cups being replaced for fine china and wine glasses. a singular candle is lit in the middle of the table, next to the steaming pasta that waits to be served. homemade french bread sits beside it, a dish of herb infused butter resting atop of the wood as well.

i spent all day in the kitchen, making everything from scratch. the noodles, the sauce, the bread, the butter, all done today by me. as well as John’s favorite chocolate cake, in which i got the recipe from his mother.

it’s officially our two year anniversary, and i took advantage of the fact that John had practice today and then was going to the gym. i figured a slightly early dinner and then dessert would be a good plan before i gave him his present and then hopefully we would make our way to the bedroom.

but now i sit in my seat at the table, awaiting his return. he had told me he would be home by six, but the clock on the dining room wall displays that it’s a quarter past seven and he still isn’t home.

i’ve stuck the food into the oven to keep warm at this point, but the empty chair across from me and the soft music that floats through the house taunts me.

“alexa, stop the music.” the instrumental cuts off abruptly, tears welling in my eyes at my boyfriends absence.

i’m just about ready to eat by myself and call it an early night when i hear the front door open, footsteps echoing through the house, getting closer and closer. they halt when he reaches the dining room, and i look up to find him standing in the doorway.

his brows are threaded together, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

“you made dinner?” he questions, setting his bag on the ground beside him.

i perk up immediately, disappointing myself with how quickly i’m ready to move past his lateness.

“yeah.” i smile, motioning toward the empty seat. “take a seat, i’ll go grab it out of the oven! i was waiting for you to get home.”

he nods, sitting down as i scurry towards the kitchen. i bring the pasta and bread and butter out one at a time before taking my seat across from him.

i’m on the edge of my seat, eagerly awaiting his praise for my cooking and the setup, or even just a ‘happy anniversary, baby.’ but it never comes. we eat silently as he scrolls on his phone, and when he finishes his food, he quickly stands to dismiss himself.

“wait!” he stops at my shout, furrowing his brows at me. “i made cake.”

my eyes are soft, silently begging him to stay.

despite the fact that he evidently forgot our anniversary, i’m still eager to please him; vying for his attention and love, the best i can.

he nods, settling back down in his seat.

“dinner, cake, wine, and glass plates?” he laughs, “you were feeling fancy tonight.”

my heart shatters in my chest. even though i know he forgot the date, it still hurts to hear him speak like it’s just another day. proving even further that he doesn’t know how special today is.

“well, yeah, it’s-” i’m so close to reminding him, but then i think of how guilty he’ll feel, and i stop. “it’s just been a good day.”

i plaster a smile on my lipstick covered lips, hoping he’ll buy it; and he does. he gives me a small smile back and i excuse myself to the kitchen, taking a moment to blink back tears before i cut into the cake, setting a slice on a plate and hurrying back to him.

i place the dessert in front of him, before sitting back down, just watching him as he eats. i’m no longer in a cake mood, my appetite gone as i push my still only half eaten pasta around my plate.

“Jack said hi, by the way.” he speaks between bites and i hum.

“that’s nice, i’ll have to text him.” i acknowledge. “i talked to your mom today.”

“you did?”

“yeah, i called her for the cake recipe.” i explain. “she said to tell you to call her.”

maybe she can remind him what day it is, seeing as she remembered it as soon as i called her.

“okay, i’ll call her soon.” he tells me, finishing his last bite before he stands once more.

“anything else, or can i take a shower now?” he asks, as though i’ve inconvenienced him somehow.

“you can shower.” i wait until he’s walking away, heading down the hallway to our room before i speak again, lowly whispering. “happy anniversary.”

i know i deserve better; that my love should be celebrated. i know that i deserve someone who will remember our anniversary; maybe even someone who will get me flowers just because and who will spend time with me and appreciate my love rather than tolerate it, but i love him.

***

i sit backwards, on my knees on a chair in the living room, facing the front door. i wait eagerly, checking the time on my phone religiously.

i know John should be home soon. a week long roadie finally ending with his long awaited return.

it’s half past two in the morning, much later than i normally stay up, but i refuse to let him arrive home without a proper welcoming.

my eyes are half lidded, but excitement still courses through my veins, remembering his three goals and seven assists in this past four games.

i perk up at the sound of the front door unlocking, watching with baited breath as it creaks open. John steps through the doorway, looking exhausted, slipping his shoes off and dropping his roadie bag on the floor.

i squeal excitedly, gaining his attention as i hop off my chair and run straight into his arms.

“welcome home, Johnny!” i cheer, snaking my arms around his neck, and jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

he stiffens for a split-second, letting out an ‘oomph’ before his hands fly to my butt to hold my weight.

“jesus, y/n, warn a guy, would you?” he huffs out a laugh and i lean back to look at his face, expecting a smile but all i see is a blank expression and tired eyes.

i give a sad smile, unwrapping my legs and letting my body slide down his.

suddenly, i feel incredibly insecure, my happy mood diminishing and quickly being replaced by regret.

“you’re right, i’m sorry.” i breathe out, backing away. “i guess i was overly excited.”

i turn quickly in order to keep him from seeing my now glassy eyes, tears threatening to spill as i retreat down the hall to our bedroom.

i don’t expect for him to accompany me, but suddenly i can hear his footsteps behind me, slowly following.

“what was that?” he questions as we reach the bedroom.

i can feel myself reaching my boiling point, choosing to ignore his words as i walk into the en-suite bathroom. i turn the shower water on, but he follows me into the bathroom too.

“y/n.”

y/n. not ‘babe’ or ‘love’. just y/n.

i swallow the lump in my throat before i turn to face him.

“aren’t you gonna go to bed?” i ask in attempt to avoid his question. “you seem tired.”

“aren’t you?” he raises a brow, and i shake my head.

i jab my thumb towards the shower behind me, “i’m gonna shower first.”

“i see that.” he huffs. “what was that? you just walked away from me.”

i sigh, knowing what’s finally coming, and turn to shut off the shower water before facing him again.

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” i walk around him, back into the bedroom, but he’s hot on my heels.

“what?” his hand grips my wrist, spinning me back around to look at him. “what are you talking about?”

“look, if this is all in my head, tell me now.” i start, only confusing him further by the looks of his expression. “but, you don’t love me anymore.”

tell me i’ve got it wrong.

he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath before he opens them again. “what are you even saying? i’m dating you, aren’t i?”

“are you?” i laugh bitterly, taking a couple steps backwards. “or are you tolerating me?”

“y/n,” he sighs, shaking his head. “you’re tired. and i must’ve upset you somehow, but you’re not making any sense.”

“you don’t appreciate me!” i shout, my hands gesturing wildly in the air.

“i cooked a nice dinner for our anniversary and you were late and forgot the date! and while you’re off playing hockey and winning games, where am i? here! i sit here and polish plates until they gleam and glisten. i clean the house and sit and wait for your return, and then when you do get home, you don’t even seem happy to see me! at all!”

John blinks in surprise at my outburst, his lips parting to speak, but i cut him off before he can get a word out.

“i made you my everything and you don’t even seem to care! i’ve been begging for you to love me again but i’m done! what happened to the man that assured me that my past relationships didn’t define me? the you that actually spent time with me?”

my chest heaves as i regain my breath, watching his expression change from confusion to defensiveness.

“i spend time with you!” he huffs and i roll my eyes.

“no, you sit and you read or you watch games or you do something by yourself on the other side of the couch.” i clarify dejectedly, nearly ready to give up. “you don’t do things with me. and if i try, you wave me off.”

“i just- i don’t understand where this is coming from.” he tells me, and i slump on the end of the bed, furiously wiping away tears that have begun to fall.

“that’s just it. you assume i’m fine with this, because i’ve let it go on for too long. i’ve sat here, and i’ve painted you in the best colors, and i’ve put you on this pedestal. i told myself that if i just did more- if i just did anything you could ever hope for- then we would be fine. that eventually you’ll love me again and you’ll treat me how you used to and we would be happy. but instead i watch you live your life and i’m delegated to the sidelines, begging to be even a minor part of your life. you tolerate me living with you. you tolerate my existence. and you tolerate my love.

“but i’m done. i can’t do it anymore.” my face falls in my hands, sobs wracking my chest.

i’ve finally given up.

John is quiet, but i can hear his feet padding against the floor for a moment, moving farther away before he comes back.

his fingers spread across my thigh, and when i drag my hands away from my face, opening my eyes to look at him, he’s kneeled on the floor in front of me.

“i’m sorry that you feel i don’t love you anymore. i never meant to make you feel like you’re just tolerated in my life. but i promise you, i see you. i do appreciate everything you do for me, and the love that you give me.”

his hand leaves my skin, fumbling with something in his grasp before holding it up.

my heart skips a beat, those butterflies returning in my stomach as my lips part in surprise. my eyes lock in on the diamond ring that sits in the little black velvet box in his hands.

“i promise, you’re not just going tolerated. i love you, and i want you in my life forever.” my gaze flickers up to his face, and i already begin nodding my head. “will you marry me?”

i nod even faster, an excited grin spreading over my lips, and he smiles softly, removing the ring from the box and slipping it onto my outstretched finger.

i admire it for a second, appreciating how right it looks to have a ring on my finger.

this is it.

this is what i did it all for.

what i’ve waited my whole life for.

my hands cup his face, pulling him in to press my lips to his.

“i love you.” i whisper, my lips still burning for his, and in response, he pulls me in for another kiss.

when we finally part, we begin to get ready for bed, effectively ignoring the outburst i just had. and once we climb into bed, i kiss him once more, melting into his touch like i used to.

“i’m sorry, you must be tired. i took up so much of your time tonight, you could’ve been asleep by now.” i mumble, listening to his heartbeat under the weight of my head.

“it’s okay. don’t apologize.” his fingers run through my hair and he turns off his bedside lamp, blanketing the room in darkness. “i love you.”

i fully plan on responding, but amongst the comfort, my eyes have already turned heavy, and speaking feels like too much work. my breathing evens out as i bask in the closeness of this moment.

i love him.

#john marino #john marino x reader #john marino imagine #john marino fic #john marino blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Hi i LOVE your “Baby Hughes” one and begging you for another dad!Quinn Hughes please!!!! but this time can you add angst into it? When Ellie was about 11 months old, Quinn and the reader took Ellie to Michigan to spend the summer there with the Hughes family, and one day the Hughes family decided to invite close friends and family to join a barbecue party. But the reader did not know that there was a close friend (also an ex-girlfriend of Quinn, Quinn childhood friend), until Jack told the reader, after jack told her that the reader was always acting strangly and but reader didn’t notice, Quinn wants to clear things and prove to the reader that he has no feelings for that ex-girlfriend anymore.

And of course, during that party, readers caught both of them interacting

sorry about my bad english 🥲🥲

Baby Hughes.

Note: honey, your English is good! I loved the idea btw.

You paced around the backyard with Ellie perched on your hip. The people, music and fun going around her had her all excited and definitely not sleepy.

Ellen had invited some close friends to spend the warm and sunny Sunday by the lake and you were having fun. You truly were. But every once in a while, that redhead caught your eye. She was beautiful and looked like a model. Ellen had told you she was her friend's daughter and neighbors. Her name was Susana and she had spent the whole day around Quinn.

You didn't want to be jealous. You trusted him so much. But still, you mind wandered. She was pretty and single and definitely hadn't had a kid. Plus, she made him laugh a lot. Your Quinny was laughing so much around her and somehow you felt less unique on his life.

There was also the fact that she hadn't acknowledge you or your daughter in the whole day. Not even when Ellie had been playing with her dad by the water. She had just ignored the sweet little girl and had gone directly to him.

"Here, have this" Jack passed you your favourite soda and sat next to you. Ellie instantly squeaked and made grabby hands. "Wanna come with your favourite uncle?"

You chuckled and passed the girl to Jack. "She just loves Uncle Jacky a lot"

"Jacky" She giggled and patted his chest.

"And Uncle Jacky somehow always gets her to sleep so he is going to help mum, right?"

Jack shook his head with a laugh and laid Ellie back against his chest. He had discovered one day that running his fingers over her little feet was magic.

You observed how Ellie slowly fell asleep and then how Jack put her in a more comfortable position.

"What's wrong YN?" He whispered.

"Nothing is wrong."

"I know you. You are... You are not yourself today" He explained.

You looked down at Ellie and played with her blonde curls.

"Who is her, Jack?" You asked without looking at him. Somehow, he already knew.

"Susana..." He took a deep breath. "They dated for a while. We had all been good friends since childhood"

You bit your lip and looked at them. They were with other people but still, she was closer to him than anyone else.

"You don't have to worry, YN"

You sighed.

"You mum only told me she was a friend" You wondered why Ellen hadn't told you more.

Jack took a deep breath. "I don't think they ever knew about it, to be honest. It was something short. A summer break thing"

You bit your lip and looked away. "She is..."

Jack felt horrible. He loved you like a sister, you were a really important part of the family now and he hated to see you so sad.

"She is not you" Jack said with half a smile.

You looked at him.

"What does it mean?"

"You are his only one"

Those words from Jack kept playing in your mind during the rest of the day. You didn't doubt Quinn's love and loyalty to you, but he was a famous and talented hockey player that could probably have anyone he asked for.

"Tss." He called you from the stairs when you were turning the TV off. "Come here"

He had a smile on his lips that eased your worries a bit. You followed him to Luke's bedroom. On the big bed, that was now pushed against the wall, Luke and Ellie were peacefully sleeping. The iPad was in front of them and the film kept playing. You chuckled and turned it off.

"Should we leave her here?"

"He will have a heart attack if he wakes up alone"

You smiles and covered them with a light blanket.

Quinn and you left the room and he took your hand. Once the door closed behind you, his arms snaked around your body.

You didn't know, but Jack had quietly talked to Quinn about you.

"Sorry about today" He whispered.

Your eyes filled with tears. You had been swallowing them the whole time and you knew you were about to break.

"I didn't know you were feeling like that. I should have paid more attention"

You took a deep breath and turned around. You cupped his cheeks and softly kissed his lips.

"It's okay"

"No, sweetheart. I never told you about her because it wasn't that important. We dated for one month and a half when I was 18."

"Quinn, you don't need to explain anything to me" You whispered.

"I know, but I want to." He insisted. "I love you. I love you so much, okay? I know you know that. But I hate that you had to doubt about yourself, YN. There is nothing Susana can give me better than what I already have with you."

The tears were already rolling down your cheeks. He brushed some away with his knuckles and kissed your forehead.

"You gave me a daughter and made me the happiest man alive. You deal with my family every day and have kept me close to my brother's even when they live in the opposite coast. You love them just as much as I do and... You love me just for me. You don't only love Quinn Hughes, but also just Quinny" He chuckled with the last part. "My feelings for her are long go and right now... You ruined everyone else for me YN. There is no way I can find anyone that makes me happier than you."

"I think this is the longest I've heard you speak" You chuckled between tears. Then you cupped his cheeks and kissed him. "I'm sorry I got like this... You are just so sappy"

He pulled you closer and hugged you tight.

"You are my everything, YN. Always remember that. You and Ellie are my world."

"I love you" You pecked his lips and then hid on his neck.

"What about tomorrow we spend the day together? Just the three of us somewhere by the lake"

You nodded. "I'd like that very much"

He kissed your temple and grabbed your hips. "Okay, words have been spoken. Now let me show you, yeah?"

Heat raised to your face and you bit your lip. "I'm all yours"

#Quinn Hughes #dad!player #Qh #Nhl #Blurb #Baby Hughes

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bluelocksource · 9 months

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Itoshi Sae’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible).

"I'll see with my own eyes what kind of FW (idiot) will be born in Japan."

☆ Character's colour: Adzuki bean color (reddish-brown).

☆ Nickname: ‘Japan’s Treasure’.

☆ Birthday: 10th October.

☆ Current age: 18 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Libra.

☆ Birthplace: Kamakura City, Kanagawa Prefecture.

☆ Family: Mother. Father. Himself. Younger brother.

☆ Current height: 180 cm.

☆ Foot size: 26.5 cm

☆ Dominant foot: Left foot.

☆ Blood type: A.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 1. “Before I knew it, I was playing soccer.”

☆ Team before returning to Japan: レ・アール下* Youth FC.

☆ Favorite food/drink: Salted kelp tea (shio-kombucha). “Because I can go back to 0.” (meaning he feels refreshed after drinking it)

☆ Disliked food: French fries. “It’s deadly delicious but it’s deadly to my health.”

☆ Favorite animal: Seagulls. “I like migratory birds that doesn’t stay in one place.”

☆ Favorite season: At the end of summer. "It seems that the world is starting to get lonesome."

☆ Favorite football player: Álvaro Recoba. “The left footer that casts a rainbow (perfect curve) on the pitch.” (Sae was referring to Alvaro quotes: “If today's game is on a rainy pitch, I'll draw a rainbow with my left foot.”. Álvaro is known for his curling-free-kick.)

☆ Favorite music: ‘Mercury’ by tofubeats ft. Seira Kariya. “I listen to this to cool down.”

☆ Favorite manga: Gegege no Kitaro.

☆ Favorite movie: Taxi Driver. “This De Niro is the coolest.”

☆ Favorite TV show: Chibi Maruko-chan. “It reminds me of home.”

☆ Favorite brand: “All of my sponsors. They know they're not crazy for betting on me, they have good eyes.”

☆ Hobby: Analysing data of football players and teams. “It’s easier to see the numbers in visualized data.”

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: “Depends on the mood.”

☆ What goes best with rice : Salted kelp (shio-kombu). “They don’t have it in Brazil, so I asked my parents back home to send some here.”

☆ What makes him happy: “A play beyond my imagination.”

☆ What makes him upset: Being forced to carry Japanese soccer on his back. “I’m talking about you guys.”

☆ What he thinks his strength is: He has flat ways looking at things. (meaning he look at things objectively) "People often calls me dry**, but who cares?"

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: The fact that he doesn’t know anything else other than soccer. “You guys shouldn’t live this way.”

☆ Favorite/Best subject: “I don’t know since I’ve only focus on soccer and didn’t pay attention in classes.”

☆ What made him cry recently: “Like I'd tell you, idiot.”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 8 hours (7 hours sleeping + 1 hour nap)

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: His bangs’ hairline.

☆ Fixation: Buttocks. “You’ll know an athlete's ability by the shape of their buttocks.”

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: Around 2000. “That’s what my manager told me.”

☆ The first time he got confessed to: “I don’t remember which one was the first, octopus.” (here, octopus is just an insult like 'idiot' or 'fool', etc.)

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: “I’m not interested in such small amount of money.”

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At age 10.

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: “My own talent that I haven’t yet seen.”

☆ How he spent his holiday: Gazing at the sea.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: Give the world's best striker the world's best pass.

*Not sure about the exact pronounciation but the most of the translation says 'Les Halles'.

** In Japan, there are terms called ‘dry person’ & ‘wet person’. ‘Dry person’ is someone who can think rationally without being overwhelmed by emotions and because of their calm demeanor, they are thought to be cold and unapproachable. ‘Wet person’ is the opposite of ‘dry person’.

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #itoshi sae #trivia: itoshi sae #trivia: profile #bluelocksource #trivia #to those who reblog before changes made i'm really sorry #there was no info on his 'visual acuity'#he doesn't have bad eyeseight #really sorry about that #admin han #our translation

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themultifandomgal · 4 months

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From 2010- The Start Of A Broken Heart

2011

Part 7

“James!” I squeal running over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He’s come to LA while we finish writing the Up All Night Album “I’ve missed you”

“Miss you too” he says into my hair. I pull away and kiss his cheek smiling

“Ok so the plan is for today to finish recording Taken, should take us maybe 4 hours, then we can go out for some food?”

“Sure. Sounds good” James replies as I take his hand and walk him to the taxi I came in to meet him at the airport.

The ride to the recording studio is quiet, but I know James is probably tired from traveling. When we arrive Harry and Niall are just heading in with boxes of pizza. I gasp getting out of the taxi

“You got us pizza?”

“Yeah. Got you a chicken sizzler”

“Is that the one with jalapeños?” I ask frowning

“Yeah” Harry replies

“YN doesn’t like jalapeños. She only ever has a margarita” James says in a matter of fact way

“But you said you liked the chicken sizzler last time?” Niall asks confused

“She ate half Liams pizza las time so she definitely likes it” Harry says as we enter the room the other boys are in

“I do don’t worry. Thank you” I take the pizza off Harry and sit down on the sofa. James sits next to me “want a slice”

“No I’m good”

“More for me then” I say tucking into the pizza.

Over the next few hours we recorded the rest of the song before heading out for more food. James holds my hand as we walk down the street watching Louis give Harry a piggy back which makes me laugh

“Thought when you said we could go out for food it would be just us”

“Oh…” I say looking down “I thought that since we all have a day off tomorrow we could do something, just us” I give him a little shrug

“Ok tomorrow it is then”

“Hurry up love birds!” Niall yells

“We’re coming!” I yell back.

Coming home from LA feels so good. Although I’m missing the hot air. We finally finished our first album and will be filming a music video for our first single ‘What Makes You Beautiful’.

James and I met up earlier today and now he’s going out to a house party and sleeping over at a friends house. So dad and I are having a father daughter evening

“Ok what film?” Dad asks bringing some popcorn over to the sofa

“Harry Potter”

“The first one?”

“Duh! We have to start from the beginning before the last film comes out” I say pressing play on the TV remote aa Cookie jumps on to my lap and the film starts.

Half way through the film I get a text off Emma asking if I’m at the house party. Hearing James if drunk worries me a little, but I trust him.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #6th one direction member #sixth one direction member #one direction x reader #one direction

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lolamarlowe65 · 1 year

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𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

“The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice.”

part eight of ? part seven

disclaimers: smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn, cursing, smoking, drinking, kissing, mentions of a size kink, mentions of death, big girls stuff nsfw

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࿓ 𓋪・𖧹 𖤐

Chapter 8 - Unexpected turn

I didn't sleep much. Just enough to get me through the day. My mind was occupied with James's picture. During the night I grabbed my phone a few times just to look at it. I am the only one in the world who has this picture. It feels like a part of him; a very public character; is only for me and me only. I turned around in my bed thinking about what could have been his reaction to my picture. I thought that what I sent was too much for a slight moment but given the lingering lust we have for each other, I doubt that. He makes me so alive and I won't regret at least trying. I think so much and feel so much and nothing has even happened between us. I can't help but imagine being with him, at his side, not only for lust but also for him.

I'm trying my best to look alive at work. Pamela is in a bad mood. She actually entered the pharmacy and threw some papers on the floor screaming "motherfucker". She never tells me anything about her personal life and considering her pissy mood I won't dare ask.

The day is slow, it's like it will never end! The store is closed because we had inventory to do, then we've got deliveries and now we're cleaning and stocking back the shelves. I feel like I am dragged into the hell of one of Pamela's manic episodes. But frankly, it occupies my mind.

"- Hey Ann, can you put the TV on?! Like a music channel or something?!" Pamela asks me.

"- Yeah for sure!" i answer.

There's a TV on one of the shelves behind the counter, it's mostly used for commercials and stuff. Those give you headaches all the time and that's why I hate this TV. Except on inventory day, we put it on for music. It goes from shitty music videos to the old music I am so fond of up to interviews and lives. Right now there's this loud guy who's talking about some new exclusive interview with Metallica coming up next. Wait? Metallica?! I turn the sound up to be able to hear clearly. This must be the interview James was in San Francisco for.

"- Hey guys how are y'all doing?" the journalist asks.

Oh god, it is. I can see James clearly, he is the same. He doesn't put up a character or anything. I mean to me he is already very aloof and strong minded so I guess you don't need to change a thing when you're the frontman of a metal band. The fact is, his sweet smile and good heart doesn't disappear either. He mixes them both so well and stays himself. His voice is calm and his words are well chosen, it reminds me of how much I love talking to him. It makes me so happy. I hope I will see him lost in his music one day. Seeing him play must say so many more things.

I recognise Kirk next to him, he looks and sounds the same as when I met him. And the two other guys must be Lars and Robert. Who is who tho? Who is the one that would look the most like an hyperactive drummer boy? I could check but I'll let it go so I can discover it when time comes. If it ever comes. James looks so busy. They are passionately talking about their new upcoming album and their tour next year. I don't know if I will see him as much as I do today and this thought makes me sad. All the people I have an attachment to all go away at some point. I shouldn't think about it. I don't even know what I exactly feel about James. I shake my head around trying to get back to my work and get those thoughts out of my head.

"- So last but not least. James this question might be too personal but we know things changed around in your personal life. We'd love to know how things are going?" the reporter asked James.

I turn my head around. What a shitty question. "Personal life". It means what it says for Christ's sake! Still, I'd love to hear the answer. Just morbid curiosity. From what Stacy told me, I finally remember he got a divorce not long ago. I don't why but this information came back to mind now. Then he moved out here but we never talked about it and as much as I'd love to know about it in a more intimate setting and not through a very public interview I can't stop but listening to the answer. He is very secretive about it so I can't stop thinking he doesn't know what he feels about all that. He has this whole life build for himself, what could he possibly find interesting about a young chick like me? I know he's not doing all that just for my ass, but then, why?

"- Well man, things were complicated at first but I think I'm good now. Let's say "things" took an unexpected turn." James smiles and laughs slightly.

"- Oh! Interesting and are we going to know about this "unexpected turn" soon?" the reporter asks back.

"- That I can't tell you, but I sure hope." James smiles.

I think I turned red. I cannot be what he is talking about. Nah I can't. I'm not the centre of the world, even more of his. I play with his necklace around my neck trying to get all this out of my head.

"- Haha anyway thank you guys for accepting this interview, I know y'all are pretty busy those times." the journalist says before turning his head to look at the camera. "Stay tuned on this channel tomorrow night. Metallica is playing live for charity and we are here to retransmit it! See y'all tomorrow!"

They're playing tomorrow night? I think I will watch the live. I just want to see how he looks while playing, how they look as a band. I need to see this.

"- Hey Ann, the fuck you doing?" i hear Pam coldly saying.

"- Yeah sorry Pam, coming right up." i answer.

She is right on this point, I just lost myself in my thoughts and the interview for a good amount of time. Let's go back to work. Time is so slow I don't know when I'll get out of here. I better work without a thought in my head to make it go faster.

I finally ended my shift and went to the hospital right away. Early in the morning the hospital called and asked my grandmother to come right away. Apparently, something in her analysis was not clear, they needed her to retake it. Their tone was pressed and I just hope it's nothing bad. Her health is declining those days and I was happy to know nothing was bad in her analysis but apparently my rest was short.

As I arrive I immediately go to my grandmother. They set her up in a room. Just for simple analysis? This definitely doesn't look good.

"- Are you okay grandma?" i ask, voice trembling.

I go and hug her tightly. I need her. I don't want anything bad happening to her. I just wouldn't be able to take it.

"- I am okay sweetheart. I promise." she says sweetly, caressing my head.

"- Don't make me a false promise. You know I couldn't take it." i answer, almost crying.

I can feel that something isn't right. I can feel my grandmother's anxiety through her body. I know she's trying to make me feel better. I know she's telling me to calm myself. But I can't. She's all I have left.

A doctor walks in the room and asks me to talk privately.

"- How is she doing?" i ask.

"- Well, I will be honest with you. Her arthritis is getting worse. There is a high chance she will not be able to walk anymore." he says unbothered, i almost started crying. "We want to keep her here on observation so we can figure out if we can operate on her and to make sure it doesn't spread to her other members." he continues.

"- Will she ever go home?" i ask.

"- Not constantly. It will be better for her if she stays here at the hospital for the time being. I gather some of her friends are also here, we will make sure she has contacts with them and that you can come see her everyday. But it will be better if she stays here."

"- You don't look very optimistic." i say.

"- I'm sorry miss." he answers, not sorry.

The doctor goes away after handing me the papers I need to sign for her admission. I won't do anything without asking my grandmother. My mom asked to get her out of the hospital in her last weeks. She knew she wouldn't make it and chose to stay by our side in the house. Without her asking me, I wouldn't have done anything. My grandma deserves this choice. The doctor was not very optimistic. She is probably going to have her last birthday this year. I am defeated. I want to stay optimistic, to say to myself she is gonna be okay and everything is gonna come back to normal, but I know it's not the case. Preparing myself for this eventuality actually helps me with dealing with it all. I go back to her room and sit next to her on her bed.

"- The doctor wants you to stay here until then." i say, crushed, putting my head on her shoulder.

"- It's okay sweetheart. I will stay here." she answers.

I let out a sob. Today should have been a good day. But it's not. My grandmother tries her best to move around to cup my face with her hands.

"- Ann. My beautiful Ann." she says, putting strands of my hair behind my ear. "You are a smart young woman. I know you understood this visit at the hospital will probably be my last. It's been a few months my health is not doing great and your mother knew it too. Your mother knew I would leave you not long after she did but I promise you sweetheart." her voice trembled. "I promise we will always be with you. Forever and ever. I know you will figure your life out. I know you will find someone who will love you as much as your mother and I do. It's gonna be hard, but I don't want to see my beautiful baby girl losing herself in false hope." she wipes a tear off my face. "I love you. I love you so much. Be happy." she says before finaling. "In the meantime, don't stay here all the time. Come see me everyday, but once you get out, live your life. I want to see you happy during my last moments."

I'm crying so much. I can't accept the truth of this. I just can't.

"- Grandma... I don't want to lose you. I love you, stay with me." i sob.

She puts her forehead against mine and we cry together. Even if she cries like me, she keeps on her sweet smile, this smile that would always reassure me. That would always cheer me up and make me go on. It still does now. Even if it's hard. I will respect her wishes. I will try to live out of here. I will come see her and change her mind with my stories for as long as she stays here. I don't know what will happen to me after she's gone. But I will try it. Just for my mom and grandma.

"- My mind is good but my body fails me. I will always exist, I will always be with you. Like your mom is in this beautiful heart of yours." my grandmother reassures me.

"- Did you sign the papers miss?" the doctor comes into the room to say.

"- Don't you see my granddaughter and I are having a discussion? What do you think your mother would think of this young man?!" my grandma interrupts him. "She will give them to you, now leave her be." she adds.

Her response made me laugh. Her mind is still there and in good health. But her body isn't. Like my mom. Knowing that she will keep her character intact until her last breath makes me feel more at peace with all this.

"- Sorry ma'am." the doctor says embarrassed before walking out.

"- Don't let them piss you off. Silly little doctors who think they're better than you because they got a diploma." she rolls her eyes. "Know what you want and get it." she says.

I'm still crying. My head's a mess but I gather myself to sign those papers. Before I get out to hand the papers my grandma calls for me.

"- Darling, get home. Have yourself a peaceful afternoon. Get me my stuff tomorrow will ya? The nurses are very nice, they will take care of me." my grandmother asks me.

"- Are you sure?" i answer.

"- Yes my love. Come here so I can give you a kiss."

I walk toward my grandmother. She gives me a kiss on my forehead and hugs me tightly. Before she lets me out she whispers in my ear.

"- Would you get Stacy, Pamela and James to come here tomorrow sweetheart? I want to give them a word." she asks.

Stacy and Pamela I get but James? What does she want to tell him? It makes James even more important to me knowing that my grandmother thinks so highly of him. Even if I don't know how to ask James I will try. I don't know how he is gonna react.

"- Okay. I will. I can't promise anything for James. He is busy. I'll have to catch him before then."

"- I am sure you will, love." she smiles, hinting something.

She let go of me and I got out of the room holding tears in the corner of my eyes. Now, each time I will get out of this room I will not be able to know if this is the last time I see her. But I need to keep my head high and do what she asked me. Before heading out, I give back the papers to the doctor. I know James is coming back soon, I told him I would see him today but I don't know if I actually will. Deep within myself, I hope I will. I want him to tell me everything's okay. I want to open this pain of mine to him.

When I get home I lay down on the couch. I don't want to cry so I look at the ceiling with empty eyes while smoking a cigarette. This house is empty without her. I think about my future. My grandmother has lived a full life. She went for her passion, she travelled all around the world and met my grandpa, she had a kid, which she always wanted to have but she never put her work and passion aside. Do I want to travel? How to live off of your passion? Do I want kids? I don't know. My mom would tell me to stop thinking so much, she would say that I will see what will happen when it will happen. She is right. But I'm sure of only one thing right now: I will keep on living to make these two women who made me who I am proud. I just hate the fact that I am so alone in this. Putting my hand on my collar bone to touch the necklace I open my messages, hoping to see one of James, but nothing. He has seen my message. It's written he saw it. I think I'm gonna break down.

I hear a knock on the door and go up slowly to open it.

"- Coming!" i open the door.

"- Hey Anna." James expresses calmly.

"- Ja... James." i say, surprised.

"- Are you okay?" he asks me right away.

I didn't even answer him. I just threw myself into his arms. I hold him tightly by the chest. Maybe it's too much and he will reject me but I didn't think about it, I just needed to do it. James doesn't move, he doesn't do anything. I shouldn't have done that. I try to go back and stop hugging him but James holds me back immediately into his arms. One of his hands is holding tightly by the waist and the other is in the back of my head. My head rests against his chest and I can hear his heart ringing. It goes fast but peacefully. I'm pretty sure his music is not as beautiful as this sound. I can feel him trying to move around. He doesn't let me go but he makes me understand to take a step back so he can close the door behind him. That's better. It's more intimate and makes me feel more at ease. He doesn't say anything and just holds me without forcing me to talk.

"- My grandma. She has to stay in the hospital. She probably doesn't have long anymore." i say, very softly.

"- Oh Anna." James sight. "Everything's gonna be okay." he holds me tighter.

James lets me out of his arms just to hold me lightly. Looking at me, he studies me, trying to get how I react.

"- You are the most courageous woman I know. And I'm sure your grandmother is the first to think it. I know you will be okay. I know she will be okay. Wherever she goes. It's gonna be hard. I know. But your mind is strong and you will keep her in your heart, always."

"- Thank you James." i say, sweetly.

"- Hey." he says, putting his hand on my cheek. "I know that saying those words won't heal you or make anything better but I'm saying them to you to tell you I'm here." he smiles. "I'm here for you. If you want it and whenever you need it."

I look up to him and my eyes dive into his. How happy I am to have him around. Somehow, it makes my grief more peaceful. Because I shared it with him. Because he is here for me. I had very few people around me when my mom died. Apart from my grandmother, Stacy and Pamela. They all helped me with their presence. Having them around made me more tranquil but having James around I feel protected. I didn't know I needed to feel protected until today, but I do. I want to feel like I have a shield that's not made with my survival instinct. A shield that's made of comfort and hope and mostly a strong shield that you wouldn't dare to try and break. James is that. He is comforting, he gives me hope and he's strong enough to kick anybody's ass. I'm pretty sure, at the very least, his mind is strong, and so is he. And as long as he allows me around him, I will see him as such. James isn't only that for me, well, not the only thing I want him to be but that's still too complicated to say. I love the way he is here for me. I don't know if I'm courageous but I will try.

"- Let me get you something to drink, Anna." he says, looking for the kitchen.

I draw a mellow smile, letting out a small laugh.

"- Here James." i show, walking toward it.

As we walk into the kitchen I go and get two glasses out of the cupboard. When I try to reach for the bottle in the fridge James stops me.

"- Let me do it. Sit down and ease your mind." he presses.

I nod and sit down at the table. How sweet.

"- My grandmother... she wants to see you tomorrow." i remember.

"- I'll be there." he answers immediately. "She will kick my ass if I don't come so I'll be there." he then jokes.

I love the way he jokes around to make me cheer up. And it works like a charm because it does make me laugh. She will kick his ass tho. Tomorrow night, James is supposed to play live and I know it. Now, I don't know too much about the organisation of a metal concert but I'm pretty sure his day will be quite busy. Yet he accepted right away without any condition. While I'm getting lost in my thoughts James pours me a drink and gives me the glass.

"- Thank you." i smile.

James leans himself against the kitchen counter in front of me and locks his gaze on me. The kitchen is not very big, having him here, like this, makes it feel even more tiny. Not in an anxious way at all, in a tensful way. It's like the walls are shrinking because the room wants us close. I'd love to nestle myself into his arms and stay here for hours. Feeling his heartbeat, reminding me that I have to keep on and make mine beat as peacefully as his. But I can't. I won't dare trying. The quick hug I had from him minutes ago was so intense I can barely hold on. He made me feel better just with his arms, he made me forget for a brief amount of time about this day. Made me forget about her leaving me. James observes me, probably wondering what I am blabbering about in my head.

"- I saw the interview." i interrupt my own head saying.

"- Did you?" he smiles.

"- The one you did yesterday in San Francisco. It was on this morning at the pharmacy."

"- And what did you think about it?" he answers, keeping on his smile.

"- Well, I still don't get who's Lars and who's Robert but I recognised Kirk. See, I'm becoming a fan. I'm getting there." i silently laugh.

"- You'd be the best fan we've ever had." he smirks. "But I'm already jealous of Kirk so retard the moment you get to know the two others." he jests.

His dumb joke let out of me an honest laugh. I'm also a hundred percent sure I'm burning red. I know he isn't actually jealous, and that would be weird if he was, trust me, but hinting a certain attachment to me by making these kinds of jokes makes me feel so confused.

"- I loved the way you talked. I love the way you don't change from the James I know. Even if I don't know you much yet. You are so sure of yourself and you show it by using a serene tone, never by bragging or thinking you are better than the ones around you. I love that about you." i say, calmly, James keeping his gaze locked on me. "I don't know much about your music but you sounded so passionate. I'm also glad you said things we're doing okay for you. Truly." i conclude.

I think again about "the unexpected turn" he talked about earlier. I'd loved to know what he was precisely talking about. My heart tells me I am, but my reason tells me that I'm giving myself delusions. But yet, there's the necklace, the photo I have of him, all of this that I can't forget about.

James puts his glass aside next to him and straightens up from the counter. I see him slowly walk towards me. This must be about four steps but it feels like twenty. Sitting on my chair, he approaches me and puts two of his fingers under my chin.

His hand.

He lifts my head up so I can look at him. James is already so tall, looking at him from this perspective makes me feel so weak. I don't have a size kink. I swear. And I'm not even "petite"! He is just so much. So much of him. So much that I want. My hand immediately goes to his necklace around my neck. Our eyes connecting on each other's gaze.

"- You know that you are my "unexpected turn"? Right?" James states.

I take a heavy breath. I think my heart skipped a beat. James looks entranced by me. His eyes glimmer a different light. Something changed in the air. Something that feels like the whiff of his breath in my neck I felt the other day. My heart was right. He was talking about me. He sees me in his future. When he said he would be here for me he knew he wanted my heart. His determination is obvious. I can see it in his eyes. But I can see he is scared. I can see he doesn't know how I will react. I get to see a side of him that I would have never guessed about the first time I saw him. He is so beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

Suddenly my head moves up slightly, desperately trying to reach him. James's head does move toward mine too and I feel his hand slide slowly in the back of my head, in between my hair, helping me to stand up, pulling me toward him. In between paths, him and I trying to reach each other our lips connect. He kisses my lips passionately, holding onto me like he is afraid I'd disappear. But I'm not going anywhere, I have never felt something like this. Lust, romance, whatever. Time stopped at the moment we connected. My hand goes in the back of his neck, trying to reassure him. Telling him, "I'm not going anywhere." His body straightens up and moves me so I can stand up. At this moment, our lips disconnect so we can take a breath, but those seconds must have felt like hours because we kissed again as soon as we took one breath like we are starving without each other. James pushes me against the counter behind me and I push his head even closer to me with my hand in the back of his head as a way of telling him to deepen the kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let his tongue dance with mine. Grabbing my waist he pushes me back even further and I hear him grunt before he sits me down on the counter. One of his hands stays on my waist and the other goes in the back of my neck.

This is the best thing I've ever felt. I wish time would stop and we could stay like this forever.

"- Last night." James says, in between kisses and out of breath. "I thought I was going crazy when I saw your picture." he kisses me deeply. "I understood. I knew I had to come to you. All the reasons I am so entranced by you I could see in this picture. I had to see you." he kisses me again. "I had to tell you. I wouldn't even have dared to think about kissing you but here I am."

"- James..." i whisper.

"- Here I was with my silly picture, thinking I would make you smile, thinking I could make your eyes bliss, before you sent me this and made all my effort go to waste." he pauses and smiles. "You are so talented and so goddamn beautiful." he adds, our eyes locked on each other's.

My mouth opens slightly to express how bewildered I am. "You are so talented and so goddamn beautiful." Nobody has ever told me that. Never. Even more with such passion and honesty. I am speechless. I want him. Everything. I don't even wait before throwing myself in his arms again, kissing and hugging him, giving him the opportunity of giving me a bear hug, that he takes instantly. Such a sudden act. An act that I wanted to do for longer than you can think. Just feeling his lips on mine is better than anything I have done thinking about him.

"- James... I... You..." i try to gather my words.

"- Shhh... It's all about you right now." James answer.

I don't know how to tell him everything. Everything he makes me feel. Everything I want him to do to me and everything I want him to be. He understands me so well and his answers make me even weaker than I already am. I smile and he kisses me again, my hands starting to play with the end of his shirt. I need him so much. I can hear him grunt as he slowly slides his tattooed hand under mine, grabbing my waist roughly, playing with my skin.

"- The neck-" i say, interrupted by the phone in my house that starts to ring. fuck it. "Fuck it..." i whisper.

James stopped kissing me as the phone started to chime but I take his head back to crash him back onto my lips. His hand is still playing with this little parcel of my skin, initiating an indescribable fire into me. He's my fuel, my fire, my desire.

The phone stops to ring but bips, letting the person on the other side of the line leave a message.

"- Hey Ann... It's Stacy... I know you've had a shitty day but I really need you there." i can hear her hesitate. "Well... something happened. I tried your phone but as always, you leave it on silent. If you hear this, just know I left my door unlocked, see you soon!" Stacy concludes.

Her tone is sad and struggling and I feel guilty not hearing my phone ringing. If she had to call on the house phone then she was really desperate. I can feel James's hand let go of my waist to put a messy strand of my hair behind my ear.

"- Go." James says. "She needs you."

"- Are you sure?" i ask.

"- What do you think? Your friend needs you. I don't even have a say in this." he smiles, kissing my lips quickly.

James is such a sweetheart. I don't want this moment to end. But my best friend needs me and I will be here for her. Smiling, I can see him trying to gather his words.

"- Listen Anna. I want to do things right. I want you, but I don't want you to think I just want to play with you." he suspends, studying my expressions. "Let me take you on a date. One date."

"- Yes James. Show me everything about you. Take me anywhere." i answer, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"- Then come to my gig tomorrow night, I want you to see me play. Then the rest of the evening is for you, all for you." he pauses. "I will never accept you not having what you deserve." he concludes, one arm around my waist, one hand playing with my hair. "You deserve a date, you deserve something that's done right."

I nod. Delighted by this news. My whole life is changing and at least I'm glad James is a part of my new world. I want to see him play, I want to have a nice evening with him. I want to know him more deeply. I love the way he talks to me, I can't believe he thinks so highly of me, I can't believe anybody would ever treat me as good as he does in my life. Just for that, I don't wanna let it go. I was afraid my age would be a problem for him, I was afraid it would just be me. But he takes it seriously. And if I didn't have enough proof I can just look at the fire in his eyes, I can just feel his heartbeat. His body and mind work together to show me how honest he is. My eyes glimmering, happy the universe sent him to me in this weird period of my life. "Thank you mom" I say to myself chuckling.

"- Let me drive you at Stacy's." James interrupts, still playing with my hair.

I nod, I don't feel like driving right now. As I'll probably stay over at Stacy's tonight and go to the hospital with her tomorrow, using my car is useless anyway. Having more time with James isn't. Going down the counter I follow James to his car.

The ride is peaceful because I spend it looking at his expressions while he drives and I give him the instructions as to where Stacy lives. When he notices it he lets out a laugh and gives me quick looks trying to stay focused on the road. As we arrive, I thank him and get out of the car. Before I could go, he gets out of the car and asks me to come here. As I get to him, I feel a breeze and hold my arms together. I left home without taking anything other than my bag and I forgot my jacket, even if the weather is hot, the breeze in the evening is still cold. I'll take one of Stacy's for tomorrow, it's okay.

"- Here, take that." James says, putting his leather jacket on my shoulders.

"- I can take one of Stacy's, it's okay James." i smile.

"- I don't care." he teasingly smiles. "You look so good when you wear my things." he adds, looking at the necklace.

"- Okay." i answer, burning red.

His smell is impregnated on his jacket. I wish I could tease him back by giving him something with my smell on. Giving him my panties maybe is too much now but I would if I could easily take them out. I laugh at my dirty thoughts and I kiss his cheek as a thank you. Before I go James takes my wrist in his hand. This hand of course.

"- Send me a text before you go to sleep, just so I know you are okay and safe because if you don't, I'll come rescue you."

"- Don't tempt me, Mr. Hetfield." i conclude, walking towards Stacy's place.

I can't believe how well he treats me. I can't believe he made me actually feel good on a shitty day like this. I can't believe I will get to have that again tomorrow. I can't believe James is real.

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A/N : i’m sorry it took me so long to write it, i got sick and all. hope you enjoy it because i loves writing it <33 just imagine living that with james aargh

#james hetfield #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fanfiction #metallica #metallica smut #metallica fanfiction #lola’s delusions

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archivalofsins · 10 months

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I've been thinking about the fact that we clearly see the other Mikoto snapping at the end of MeMe and going wow, that's similar to how Yuno comes in at the beginning of Tear Drop.

So let's talk about the dissociation gang~

Yuno, Kazui, Amane, and Mikoto, being the dissociation gang, has gone overlooked and underappreciated.

I feel like this is especially true when it comes to Yuno. Because at least in Kazui's and Amane's cases, they are both shown viewing their songs. Amane is shown watching hers on a tv at the end of Magic, and Kazui is displayed as being a part of the audience in Half. Perfectly illustrating that they are both observers and participants while making it clear that they have some dissociative tendencies.

However, Yuno's dissociative behavior is far more subtle, for example-

Mahiru: Can I arrange your hair too, Yuno?

Yuno: Of course!

Mahiru: Ta-da!

Yuno: This- is me?! Wow!

Amane: She's lost sight of herself!

The similarities between her and Mikoto have gone under the radar too.

Q.12 Tell us your hobby.

Haruka: I like talking with the other prisoners.

Yuno: Going out shopping with my friends, I guess? Also I’m part of the theatre club, so occasionally practice.

Theater you say?

Kazui isn't the only person who's gone up on stage now, huh.

Despite saying that her hobby is shopping with her friends, she can't remember the most expensive thing she's ever bought for herself. This could be because she buys a lot of things and she just doesn't remember the prices off the top of her head. However, she also asserts that it was more than likely a plush toy.

We only see Yuno with two plush toys, the rabbit she gets as a gift, and the crab with the hat we see in her room, which is probably the more expensive of the two.

Q.20 What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever bought for yourself?

Haruka: Cotton candy.

Yuno: I can’t really remember. Maybe a plush toy?

Shopping is also one of Mikoto's hobbies.

Q.07 What are your hobbies?

Mikoto: shopping / darts / photography / cycling

Q.24 What’s your dream for the future?

Haruka: I want to live normally.

Yuno: It’d be nice if I can find a job I can really lose myself in.

Q.14 Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?

Mikoto: It’d be nice if I could build up my own self-sustaining design business. That’d be pretty liberating.

They both exercise when bored or stressed.

Q.14 What do you do when you’re bored?

Haruka: Just sleep.

Yuno: Sit ups.

Q.02 Have you ever played baseball?

Mikoto: I was really big on it when I was in high school. Though I wasn’t particularly good at it or anything. Even now, if I’m feeling pent up from work, I still sometimes practice swinging.

For as much as Yuno gets on Mikoto's case for being too conscious of others, she picks out what she'll wear depending on the person she'll be with.

Q.28 How do you decide what clothes to wear for the day?

Haruka: I wear what’s there.

Yuno: I pick something to match with the person I’ll be with.

Like how he picks out his clothing with his job in mind.

Q.04 Are you picky when it comes to fashion?

Mikoto: Of course I am. Nobody would want to ask for anything from an unfashionable designer, right?

Also, they have both become more standoffish and reserved in response to their verdict. Unlike the other two who are viewing their circumstances from different angles, Mikoto and Yuno have multiple versions of themselves within their music videos. Sometimes, having these other versions speak on or display the events in their stead.

In Yuno's case, we specifically see the other versions of her not only representing her clientele but herself as well. These versions of her are cycled through as she speaks on her verdict in Tear Drop. Escalating with the Yuno most prominently shown in Tear Drop being visibly upset and disgusted before the one in a school uniform cuts in.

"So nauseating...so creepy...will you please disappear? "Phew. Anyway!"."

They're shown to be comfortimg Yuno as well.

Q.23 Is there anything you’d like to have sent to you there?

Haruka: Not particularly.

Yuno: A blanket!

"Why are you here? You annoy me a little. I can't smile well anymore. It's because of you."

Q.10 If you could turn back time, would you commit the same “murder”?

Haruka: I don’t know. If I was in Milgram, I probably wouldn’t.

Yuno: It’d be nice if I made it so I didn’t have to.

"I can't smile well anymore." - "Please smile."

#kashiki yuno #milgram

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sponsoredbytonystark · 8 months

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This Grandpa Bobby is unrelated to ‘Step by Step’ but thanks to a video I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, ft GiGi Athena and the fire fam kids

-for the sake of the story everyone just goes with the fact that they’re family, the kids are cousins no questions asked

-all the boys go to the same school (this may come into play later for a different story)

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Pumpkin Pancakes and Grandparent Sleepovers:

Bobby cracked open the door to Harry’s room noticing that all three of the older boys were sprawled out: Denny being half on the air mattress, half off and Harry’s hand somehow draped across Christopher’s face. He chuckled to himself before pulling the door closed, he had heard the tv still going around two am. Bobby doesn’t expect to see them for at least another hour.

He continued down the hall to what had been May’s room. Opening the door he was greeted with a smile out of the crib that sat in the corner, “good morning Jee, how my girl?”

“Pa,” her little voice whispered as she reached her arms up towards him.

After a quick change, Bobby moved into the kitchen. It was Saturday morning and he and Athena were on kid duty all weekend.

“What you thinking for breakfast, huh kid?”

The only response he got was the one year old snuggling deeper into his chest. Apparently this morning he was cooking one handed.

Kissing the top of her head, he pulled out ingredients for his pumpkin pancakes. It would pair with the fall morning outside and bonus points that it was Athena’s favorite.

He was caught up in the moment and swaying softly to the music coming from the record player in the corner, his arms still full of Jee, he missed Athena leaned against the counter.

He startled slightly when he turned around to see her there, “good morning darling,”

He walked around to give her a kiss before dropping the egg shells in the trash can.

“Want me to take her?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” The sergeant smiled knowing how much her captain loved his kids.

“The boys are still sleeping, but I would expect them up once the bacon finishes cooking.” He said as he turned back towards the stove. Christopher Diaz could smell bacon from a mile away.

Athena enjoyed the view for a few more minutes before she got up to join her husband in moving around the kitchen. She poured a cup of coffee before moving to place it on the table, then returning for plates.

She smiled to herself as she heard the bedroom door open and looked up to meet the eyes of three very tired looking pre teen boys.

“Good morning my boys.”

She was met with grumbled responses as they fell into their chairs at the kitchen table.

She returned to her husbands side this time reaching for the toddler without asking. He willingly gave her up, and stretched his arms as he flipped the final pancake. He may feel it tomorrow but he would never tire of the snuggles.

He placed the pancakes, bacon, and fruit on the table and smiled as all three boys immediately perked up, “boys can you grab cups and the juice out of the fridge please?”

“I got the juice grandpa,” Denny said as he got up from the table

“I’ll get the cups,” Harry said before following his cousin.

Christopher followed before adding Jee’s sippy cup to her high chair positioned beside Athena.

“Captain did you make these pancakes just for me?” Athena asked as they passed the plates around the table.

“It may have been a determining factor,” he smiled a knowing smile in her direction

“Thanks for the bacon grandpa” Christopher added with his mouth full.

“What kind of grandpa would be if I didn’t know my kids favorite breakfast foods?” He smirked at them as he watched Denny dig into the fruit bowl in search of the kiwi Bobby had sliced up last night, and Harry with his own mouth full pancake because he was his momma son.

“So what’s on the agenda today kids?” Athena asked as she sipped her coffee

The boys all locked eyes with wide grins on their faces, “can we go to the zoo?” Harry asked for the group before Chris cut in

“They have new sea lions!”

Of course Denny followed in their rehearsed plea, “we’ve been learning about them in school Gigi!” Adding a little flair trying to rope in Athena.

The adults locked eyes before Bobby turned to Jee-Yun, “what do you think Jee?”

“Pa, zoo!” She smiled back as she smashed the blueberries Athena had put on her tray.

He locked eyes with his wife before returning his gaze to the boys, “Finish your breakfast and go get dressed.”

There was small chirps of excitement from the group before the boys started spouting animal facts at each other, no doubt most of which had come from Buck.

Bobby smiled again to himself as he bit into his own pancakes. How did he get so lucky?

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@juliaor @mattoidmeerkat @logicloveandsense @livrisaihunanya @911flohr

#Grandpa Bobby Nash #Bobby Nash #Athena Grant #GiGi Athena Grant Nash #jee yun buckley han #christopher diaz #harry grant #denny wilson #911 fanfic #911 on abc #911 on fox #911 oneshot #mentioned Buck Buckley #911 firefam

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nikolaiar · 2 years

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I’m just put my Homestuck headcanon a cause I can fuck you:

John:

Okay so he so would’ve watched buzzfeed unsolved y’all do know that right?

He used to watch those “top 5 cryptid” videos when he was a kid and gave himself nightmares

He’s jewish

He wears only those really uncomfortable looking sweaters cause his dad says they make him look handsome

He was bullied so bad

When he gets older he smokes so much godbless

He has those glow in the dark stars on his ceiling and has a UFO nightlight

He has a slight 1950’s accent cause of his dad (you know what I mean)

Rose:

She watched Twilight. That’s basically fact.

She had a huge thing for Wednesday Adams and wanted to be her so bad, she got mad at Mom for liking pink and stuffed animals cause she wanted her to act like Morticia

She was in a gifted child program

She would’ve listened to Lady Gaga and lost her mind

She knits sweaters for John

She always packs a pillow for when Jade passes out

She has albinism and is arab. She’s also black and Hispanic but she doesn’t really relate heavily to it.

She’s no sabo and Dave makes fun of her for it

Dave:

He used to watch Teenage Mutant ninja turtles all the time as a kid

He grew up around a lot of Hispanic/Latino kids so he was really in touch with his Hispanic side

He talks so fucking fast you can barley understand him, and it’s even worse in Spanish

He was homeschooled until middle school (horrible decision)

He would always sticks up for other people at his school that were getting made fun of cause they reminded him of John (plus he was kinda bullied for having albinism but he’ll never admit it)

Bro would only talk to him in Spanish and couldn’t read English so Dave was a translator really young, hence why he knows so many big words and all that

He has ADHD so bad

He makes fun of Dirk for being allergic to avacados

Jade:

She always has an extra pair of glasses cause she breaks them so much

She draws furry art and is surprisingly good at it

She used to read yaoi when she was younger and when Dave came out she asked if he was a Uke or Seme

She frequently asks Rose to write her ABO centric fanfiction

She’s Polynesian and Brazilian and she’s really in touch with it

She is a polygot like her g-pa

She patches her clothes up all the time because she has so many holes in them from miscellaneous activities

Her and Dave played all the Sonic games and discuss shipping dynamics

Jane:

She stans John Constantine

She makes all her friends play Clue with her and do escape rooms

She gets Jake to sample her new recipes because he has a sweet tooth

Jane and Dirk do TV show analysis’s on everything they watch they can’t help it it’s just fun

She got them into pretty little liars and Glee

She listens to musicals so hard shut up

She’s black and Korean y’all know that right?

Roxy:

She loves Zatanna and cosplays her all the time, she tries to get Jane to join her as Constantine

She watched supernatural and lost her mind when diestiel was canon

She has those cat ear gamer headphones and streams constantly

She has albinism

She is Mexican and can’t understand Dave’s Spanish cause it’s so fast godbless

She would listen to Doja Cat

She always has her LED lights on and set to pink

She had a huge Harry Potter phase, Jake had all the movies so they’d all watch it while Jane and Dirk would say how it differs from the books

She can’t keep a plant alive to save her life

Jake:

He’s a polygot, dude knows like 80 languages

He knows how to play bass but is shy about it because Jade is better

He has an Australian accent and no one knows where it came from

He does Muay Thai and is actually pretty accomplished, he is teaching Dirk

Dirk beats his ass frequently in boxing and he gets angry about it

He sleeps naked and everyone finds this out the hard way

Dude has so much body hair good lord

He understands Dave when he speaks Spanish and by proxy Dirk

He cosplays with Dirk and Roxy

He has so many plants cause they remind him of his grandma but he forgets to water them frequently

He loves Janes pumpkin pie so much

Dirk:

He is Columbian and is the only one other than Jake to understand Dave’s Spanish

When Dave first met Dirk and he understood him he high key wanted to cry

Dirk is obsessed with Batman so bad and got all of his friends into DC comics

He makes Jake cosplay nightwing for “obvious” reasons

He and Jane have frequent gossip sessions over tea and baked goods

He has every My little pony figure you can think of

He gets really clingy in his sleep

When he first slept with Jake he held into him like a koala and wouldn’t let go until Jake woke him up

He gets his ass handed to him when he practices Muay Thai with Jake, but gets payback with boxing

Him and Roxy frequently troll on toontown and used to scam in animal jam

He watched American psycho and had a phase that he still gets bullied for by his friends

He waxes EVERYWHERE except his armpits and legs

He listens to Marina and the diamonds

He had a hardcore scenephase that he still isn’t completely out of

#homestuck #dirk strider #dave strider #alpha kids #jake english #roxy lalonde #dirkjake #jane crocker #rose lalonde #jade harley #john egbert #homestuck headcanons #beta kids

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year

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Thank you for the opportunity for a Redacted Match-Up! Your questions were too much fun to answer.

I'm fixed on the reprise of "Way Down Hadestown" from Hadestown. The harmonies of the Fates are addicting to hear.

Enneagram Type 8

I don't think I've ever watched a gargantuan Youtube Video Essay, but I'm not sure that would be my flavor. I use youtube for cute animal videos, music, recipes, and comedy videos.

I didn't have an imaginary childhood friend (at least that I recall), but I was imagining stories from a young age.

To fall asleep, I'm a big fan of the "play out scenes/stories you'd like inside your head" method. It's a lot of fun. I think of it as a form of dreaming, especially now that I only rarely ever remember my dreams.

This one is hard because I quite like my name! Hmmm... I like the name Josephine. I think that's the one I'd pick.

"Comforted by Your Feisty Werewolf Boyfriend" is my favorite audio. I like how Milo is so tender with Sweetheart, encouraging them to open up about their day without having to exchange their independence for his comfort.

Guy. For me personally, I feel like there's nothing special about him, like I don't know who he is. All I know is that he's in love with Honey, and that's great, but it's like there's nothing deeper to him, nothing exciting about him.

I could recite The Princess Bride in my sleep.

I would love to be pals with Avior!

I don't know if this counts, but I start to have to search for words when I get extra tired. I'll just "um" and "uh" myself into oblivion, refusing to settle for a substandard synonym even if I can't think of the word I want.

A gas station and drink combo? Is this a regional thing? lol I'm not sure I understand this one. My favorite drink is hot water but I've never ordered it at a gas station. What should I add to it to make it a combo? Ummm... I also like pretzels! So, hot water and pretzels!?

Lots of showtunes to get hyped up!

Stupid, poorly written, predictable Hallmark-esque, made-for-TV holiday movies. I'm not sure why I like them. They are fun and cute and no matter what, you know exactly what's going to happen.

What else? What else?! I need a banger of a fact to end this incredible survey you've crafted... My favorite animal is the zebra.

Thanks again for the offer for a match-up! If you've read through this and none of the Redacted Bois strike you as a good fit (or for whatever reason- I'm sure these are time-consuming to do!), do not worry at all about skipping this one. No problem at all! Hope you are having a great day/night!

Type Eights are truly some of my favorites types of people. There’s a confidence and strength and determination that comes with an Eight, that I think pairs well and is wonderfully tempered by the easygoing charm of a Type 9w8 like Asher.

That’s why David picked Asher as his Beta and why I think he’d be a lovely match for you. Where you and David and any Eight might think that you’ve got to do everything or it won’t get done right, Asher is a lovely reminder that other people, that he can be depended on and that you don’t need to fix everything alone.

Also, none of the Redacted bois- except for Guy- strike me as musical theatre kids, but Asher is definitely the most open-minded to getting in the car for a road trip and listening to the Ride the Cyclone album in order.

Song:

You take me in your arms/ And suddenly there's sunlight all around me/ Everything bright and warm/ And shining like it never did before/ And for a moment I forget/ Just how dark and cold it gets

I wanted to be original and find a cool, obscure showtune that you definitely didn’t already know, but this one just fits too well! The vulnerability and insecurity and joy of loving and being loved by a boy as sweet, warm, and giving as sunshine- it’s also one of my favorite duets~

Runner-Ups:

David was a thunker as a second, because I think he’s a Six, and Sixes and Eights can have this lovely “us against the world” strength and mentality I really admire. Geordi, who I headcanon as a Type Two, would really benefit from your presence and good influence in his life and would also love to watch your Hallmark movies with you.

Note: I would never skip you 💖

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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genericpuff · 1 year

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always wanted to make one of those 'day in the life' posts so here u go!

TW/CW: Tattoo needles, mild blood/mentioning of blood

ima be honest with you, sometimes those 'day in the life' reels on tiktok n junk annoy the piss out of me because they seem so disingenuous, but that's honest to god probably just my executive dysfunction being salty because there's no way in HELL i'm gonna be on some 'grind' where i'm getting up at 6 am to make smoothies and do a workout before i have to go to actual work, i can't with that and i struggle to fathom anyone else doing that consistently LMAO (but i know there are and y'all are a different breed, i wouldn't be able to do it LOL)

like i literally get up anywhere between 30-10 minutes before i gotta catch the bus to go to work-

(understand that i can only get away with doing this because the bus stop is LITERALLY RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOUSE LMAOOO i could also just as easily walk , work is about 15-20 minutes away, but like... i don't wanna when i could just sleep in for another 15-20 minutes LOL)

most of my mornings consist of battling with myself to get out of bed until the last possible minute and then hoping the bus isn't early so i don't miss it on account of my own executive dysfunction, paired with timmy's because i'm a canadian hoser, buds.

i'm actually pretty hyped though for that apartment move at the start of april because as soon as we've moved, we'll be even CLOSER to my work to the point i won't even have to catch the bus anymore, you can literally see the new place out my work window. watch me find ways to still be late for work LMAO

anyways. i got off kinda easy today because NORMALLY i have to get up earlier as most of the time my appointments start at 1 PM, but I only had one appointment today and we had booked it for 3 so I got to sleep in a bit longer <3 This was the design I had made up for them (a sternum piece):

but then it turned out i had completely neglected the one change they wanted, which was to make the middle flower a lotus flower. thank god for my ipad, having the ability to change up designs on the go was half the reason I bought it ~

easy fix uwu

as for the setup, my tattoo setup is pretty simple, the machine isn't actually ready to go yet but i usually set that up after the stencil is applied to give the stencil time to sit and dry (and i don't like having nothing to do while i wait):

(the actual machine once it's wrapped):

it was a full kitchen in the shop today meaning me, my boss, and my two other coworkers who work in the open area were all working and having a good time. one of my other coworkers wasn't in today but they work in a separate private room so the main area itself was full. sometimes i'll come in and i can tell who was in first based on what's playing on the TV. if it's documentaries or reruns of old comedy shows (like the Office) I know it's my boss, if it's reality TV then I know it's L, and if it's music from Spotify then it's usually my other coworker S.

It was S today :' )

here's the actual stencil on the skin! my client is an old pal who i've tattooed a couple times and was thankfully okay with me taking pics and posting these ~ (haha, no female presenting nipples here, tumblr!)

as you can probably see I had to take a marker to the tail and redraw it so it would go around the belly button, originally the stencil went right thru it and wouldn't have looked good

but guess what? didn't matter anyways because the fucking stencil wouLDN'T FUCKING STICK. like, as soon as I started working on it, I realized it was gonna be one of those stencils, the kind that wipe away INSTANTLY. I think it was a combination of just the placement (backs and sternums don't tend to hold as well) as well as her skin type (not all skin types hold onto stencils and ink equally) and the fact that it was hotter in the shop than it usually is which amounted to a bit of sweat (esp in the belly area where things tend to be a lot warmer) which resulted in the stencil not holding in the slightest. y'all it was STRESSFUL and even after I tried to re-apply the stencil again as best as I could (with the tattoo already in progress and the old stencil pretty much gone) it STILL wouldn't hold, so I essentially had to bloodline the whole thing (i.e. line it in so lightly and quickly just to get SOMETHING visible in there after the stencil disappeared. half the lines weren't even genuine lines, just the tiniest faintest impressions that mostly consisted of blood, but still better than nothing).

eventually my coworkers had all clocked out for the day so i was the last one standing, meaning I got control over the Spotify >:D

(and played pretty much the exact same music my coworker would have because we have the exact same tastes in music lmao)

so this is where i had to re-stencil because the original stencil i had put on was wiping away like crazy, but then the second stencil ended up being just as shitty. like you can see where i had to put the lines in 'good enough' near the top because even the shoddy stencil redo was GONE as i was working on it, and it created this sort of cyclical problem where i couldn't just not wipe while i worked because that would result in there being ink anywhere so i couldn't see what i was doing... but then i would wipe to clean it up and poof stencil gone. it was a nightmare and stressed me out but big thanks to my client for understanding and trusting the process <3

because even tattoos are allowed to have an ugly stage before they look good ~

all in all i'm pretty happy with how it came out in the end, the process definitely didn't go as smoothly as i had initially hoped and i would have liked to spend more time on the actual lining process in the beginning, but i had to rush that shit. thankfully as soon as that foundation was laid, it gave me time to just go in and tighten up those lines, a lot of this ended up being freehand compared to what i had planned on doing :' )

(the best part is this client has two lil' dermals just an inch or so above the tattoo that the snake's face and tongue line up perfectly with, it's adorable haha)

either way, that was my day at the shop, i was the last one there so it was on me to settle the debit/credit machine, set the alarms and have everything ready for another day tomorrow!

very appropriate music for the last track of the day lmao and our shop pet, Smaug, poked his head out to say hello!

for the most part, a good day! aside from that stupid stencil giving me a hard time, it was still pretty chill, came out to be a 3 hour day, I showed up around 2:30, my appointment started at 3 and we were all done by 5:30, left just in time to go pick up some sushi takeout and catch the next bus home <3

(have I ever shown my face on my Tumblr before??? if not, here's me!)

My job's pretty cool. Still have to deal with a lot of "typical bullshit" esp when it comes to communicating with clients and setting up appointments as well as tattoo-unique bullshit like dealing with squirmers or crappy stencils or not being able to have a social life without people pestering me for free work, but it's the best job I could ever ask for especially in this particular location. The husband and wife duo who run the place are super sweet but have their shit together well, they run a tight ship and it means I don't have anything to worry about besides setting up my appointments and tattooing. It took a lot of fighting over the course of years to finally end up in a comfortable place, and many times I almost gave up, but it was worth it because now I'm in a great place that pays well and I get to do what I love.

But I'm still pretty eager to get home most days lol So I grabbed my sushi, caught the bus, and made it home.

It was about 6:25 when I landed and because of Daylight Savings, it's still very light out. It does so much for my mental health to leave work and have it still be sunny, the ✨ seasonal depression ✨ is gone and all I have to worry about now is ✨ regular depression ✨ And it's gonna be even better once we move to the new place because it's on a ground floor and has windows aplenty, loads of natural light (compared to the gross basement we live in rn).

But until then, this is what I come home to (～￣▽￣)～

I will now spend the next 6-8 hours playing FF XIV, watching my shows, and working on Rekindled and Time Gate, pretty much all at the same time or at least jumping between. Usually I'll have something playing on rerun on the TV in the background (so something I don't have to pay attention to, like reruns of the Office or Bob's Burgers or w/e I'm feeling that day) and then I'll be listening to music in my headphones or - if I want to engage with something that isn't a rerun - I'll put on a Youtube video that's easy to listen to and absorb without having to look directly at. Sometimes it's speedrun documentaries, sometimes it's GameGrumps compilations, just depends on what I'm feeling and what shows up in my recommended that day LOL Yes , it might seem 'pointless' to have a show playing in the background while also listening to music, but it's sorta just there as a presence and idk, it brings my ADHD brain comfort lol

If you don't believe me that this is the level of multitasking that I'm at, the other day I made a call to Nintendo Support to help my husband get back into his account and I did it while running dungeons in FF XIV, yaaaaay ADHD! My brain needs constant stimulation to function! ╰（‵□′）╯

(and yes, I'm usually joined by Psuwis - it's Maliseet for 'cat' - who's very needy for my attention as soon as I get home lol)

This is how I spend most of my evenings, and even entire days if I'm not in the shop (and my schedule's pretty flexible, sometimes I'm at the shop 5 days a week, other times I might only work 2 or 3 days, it just depends on how busy my bookings are). My husband is actually probably just getting off work rn so he'll likely be home by the time I'm wrapping up this post lmao

Supper!

I actually worked on Rekindled pretty much all day yesterday, so now the episode's almost done already, it's coming along nicely! I'm hoping to have it done tonight or tomorrow so that I can have it ready for Saturday when I'm away on my trip (and maybe get a headstart on Ep 12 so that we can have a new episode next weekend as well during my apartment move!)

Anyone in my follows play FF XIV? Currently working on my Astrologian, it's pretty fun! You can find me (Pym Thras'rala) in Hyperion if you ever wanna party up sometime!

That's pretty much it! Not really anything super crazy or exciting to show, my life's pretty routine and that's how I like it. A lot of my social life is online nowadays but I do make time to go out and hang out with IRL pals as well. If this were done on a Friday most of what I'd be doing is hanging out down at the bar with pals LMAO

So yeah! hope you enjoyed this lil' self-indulgent "talk about myself for 20 minutes" post （￣︶￣）↗　If anything I hope it offers some kind of solidarity to the other pals out there who need 27390572309 forms of stimulation to get through the day LMAO

(also not recommending anyone live the way i do, my back hurts, my sleep schedule is fucked and my brain is fried（*゜ー゜*）let's all hold each other accountable and remember to check our postures, stand up and stretch every hour, and stay hydrated <3 ).

#lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #day in the life #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #about me post #about me

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surprisingmarch · 2 months

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Welcome to Patience: What a lovely dinner (Chapter 4)

Joseph Rainier x F!Human Reader x Harry Vanderspeigle Rating: 16+ (NSFW)

Fandom: Resident Alien

Story Type: Fluff / Thriller / Romance / Drama

5,166 Words

-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-

Music I listened to as I wrote: -"The Pusher · Steppenwolf"

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You have to admit, despite today's rather… shocking events, this turned out to be a pretty good day. You went grocery shopping, met Harry, had two boys fight over you, got free groceries, got TWO part time jobs, got welcome gifts from Harry, had two guys fist fight over you, and had a VERY romantic dinner with the hottie across the hallway. Not to mention, he made you the best ratatouille you've ever eaten. In fact, it's the only ratatouille you've ever eaten.. but you're certain it is by far the best ever made. "That was absolutely delicious, Joseph. Compliments to the chef." You say as you politely pat your mouth with your napkin. "Why thank you, your majesty." Joseph responds playfully.

You stand up and stretch. "Hey Joseph?" You ask. "Yessss~?" Joseph draws out. "What time is it?" You ask curiously. Time really started to fly by when you both started to play around with each others food. Airplaning fork fulls of food into each others mouth, creating small towers out of the thin slices of vegetables then using them as defense towers against the enemy jets, the forks… it was a very busy time and you don't want to stay up too late and be miserable for tomorrow's shift at the doctor's office.. or even worse.. sleep in and miss it entirely. Sleeping in on the first day? Awful first impression, zero out of ten. No one would hire you after that. Joseph lifts up his wrist about an inch from his face and makes a dramatic frown face as he reads the time on his watch. "It is…. 4:08 P.M." He stops making the silly face and lays his hand neatly on top of the other on the tabletop. "Which means we have about…" He looks up as he processes… which only takes him about a second to do then returns his gaze back to you. "About 7 hours until the average person goes to bed, which is about eleven P.M… Only six hours if you want to get there early and make a good impression… So what do you say princess? Do I have you for about six more hours or do you have things to do?" Joseph asks sarcastically. He grins widely at you, knowing full well you want to stay here.

You flush slightly. "Well… I don't have a television yet or really anything entertaining to do at home…" You dramatically rub your chin. "And you do have a flat screen television and you do seem pretty entertaining yourself.. I suppose it would be… hmmm.. a wise decision to use this date as an excuse to watch your tv and use your various items for my entertainment." You respond playfully before you start to walk over to the couch and plop down onto it. "God it feels so comfy.." You think to yourself. You just sink into it, it feels like a heavenly cloud. You look over at Joseph, he looks back at you and smirks, mostly likely recognizing your comfortable bliss on his couch. "Maybe I can use you for my entertainment as well." You say with a smirk, Joseph blushes and looks back the the table. "One moment princess, I have to clean these dishes, then I'll be over and you can do whatever you'd like to me." Joseph responds calmly, he stands up and starts to stack the plates onto one another. You frown, your playmate is going to make you wait? That sucks. "Awwww.. But that's going to take forever…" You pout and lay your head on the couch's back rest. You watch as Joseph carries the dishes to the sink. "Welll~, it will take less time if you find something for us to watch on the telly.~" Joseph responds. You huff. "Fine." You turn back around and grab the remote grumpily, you turn on the tv and start to flip through it's many channels. You hear the sink turn on and after a while you eventually hear Joseph start to hum "Let's go fly a kite" from Mary Poppins as he scrubs the dishes and pans. You smile to yourself, what a charming guy. You've never met someone who has so much personality and charm, it's a refreshing thing to experience after staying around the same people for so long. No one from where you lived ever did anything original or says anything new, it's all just useless chatter and the usual boring activities. Joseph brings out the adventurer in you and you love that. This town is turning out to be quite the journey for you, everyone here seems so new to you and so untouched by man's awful expectations, it's a breath of fresh air. Not to mention how Joseph makes you feel..

You can't say you wouldn't mind staying here with him every night, eating here, maybe he cuddles you and you fall asleep and when you awaken he's made breakfast… It's a bit early for such domestic thoughts considering you just met him yesterday, but you can't help but crave and idealize such a simple life with someone like him. He makes you feel safe.. him and Harry.. You've never felt this safe around anyone before.. not even family. You can't help but to want it to last forever, this is what life should be like, for everyone. Before you know it you feel a heavy force sit right next to you and you catch a bit of air. You look over, Joseph is seated maybe an inch away from you, his arm is draped behind you on the back of the couch and his other hand is neatly sat in his lap. "Well, did you find anything, sweetheart?" Joseph asks, his voice charismatic and chipper. You can't help but feel like you two are already like a married couple, considering how often he uses domestic pet names… perhaps you're in the right in iscase and this is weirdly domestic and you just haven't realized it yet. Maybe you have subconsciously, but not consciously.

"Not yet. I couldn't really focus on the tv, I was… uh.. thinking about some things." You respond before continuing to search down the tv guide for anything that peeked your interest. "Ah… I meant to tell you earlier.." Joseph starts, you look over at him, his face is flushed bright red. "I'm sorry for what happened.. you know.. the uh, boob situation." Joseph finally manages to say. "Oh, no no, it's no problem. It wasn't your fault anyway. Besides.. I wouldn't mind you in between them any how." You say with a smirk as you watch him flush the deepest red you've ever seen. He looks back up at the tv with a thousand yard stare. "Good, just wanted to make sure." Joseph says softly. You giggle slightly before you look back up at the television which is currently playing grey's anatomy. Suddenly, Joseph slowly slips the remote out of your hand before you could flip the channel again, you think he's found something he wants to watch but then he sets it beside him on the couch. Before you can even ask Joseph takes a hand and grabs your chin, he moves your face up to meet his and looks deep into your eyes. You both stare deeply into one another's depths and see a familiar spark of passion and fire burning beneath. And with this final consent, he kisses you passionately. He bites at your bottom lip as one of his hands slips across your shoulder and wraps around your body protectively, the other quickly follows suit as he pulls you closer to himself. You cup his face with your hands and put your all into the kiss before you finally slip your tongue into his mouth, he moans quietly and he slips his into yours. His tongue carefully and precisely laves and twists around yours, leaving you absolutely speechless. Your breath starts to quicken rapidly and you burn red hot for his touch. Your heart practically beats out of your chest. You desperately try to catch a breath in between each moan that escapes your lips. You claw at his shirt, trying to grab onto him in any way possible, just trying to find any way to get even a little closer to him, to feel him. You reach underneath his button up and claw at his back, he moans loudly and carefully slips you underneath him and before you know it, you're both laying against the couch making out.

He pulls away to your utter disappointment, but then he quickly starts to bite and nibble at your neck. His movements are swift and hungry, he wants you just as much as you want him.. but do you want to give yourself to him yet or do you want to keep playing this little game with him? You moan as he marks you as his, leaving small bite marks all across your collar line that will most likely brouse later. He pauses to look up at you, his eyes are filled with desire and love. You feel your heart soften, apparently he liked your reaction because he immediately raises back up to meet your lips once more, locking you both into a french kiss once again. You start to rub your crotch against him ever so slightly, he quickly catches on and starts to roll his hips into yours. You both go a soft and slow pace at first, but as time goes on it becomes harder, quicker, you feel your strength to hold back weaken with each thrust. But he doesn't seem to be letting up at all, he never goes too fast… just enough.. just enough to edge you but never enough to spill you over. He knows what he's doing to you, you're sure of it. You feel him smile against your lips as he pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, he explores every crevasse you have, lightly sucking as he does so, seemingly just to taste everything you have to offer. He kisses you like your a delicious dessert that he wants to devour. You moan loudly, your crotch is hot and wet with desire, you're not sure how long you can keep doing this, especially with him teasing you like this. He pushes himself against your sensitive sex one more time before he just stays there, still and unmoving. He keeps such a hard pressure, like he's going to move and give you what you want, but he doesn't.. he just.. stays there. You start to claw at his back once more, trying to get him to move or to move yourself, but it's just not the same. You feel him start to chuckle and he pulls away, making quick work to hide his face in the right crook of your neck. He decides to relax himself and lays on top of you, but he doesn't feel heavy, he feels like he weighs as much as a nine year old would. You feel his hot breath lap at your skin as he starts to calm down. You can feel his pulsating erection screaming to be freed from his jeans. You feel electricity shoot through your entire body. "..You've made me wet." He says blatantly, still heaving. You feel slick start to leak from your sex as you blush deeper. He giggles at you. "I knew that would make you come.." He confesses, his voice soft in your ear. He starts to nibble and blow his hot breath into it and it sends a series of shivers down your spine. You reach up and pull his hair in retaliation, he sighs deeply and starts to suck on your ear lobe. "That's enough." You think to yourself. "Joseph, hop up for a second, I want to try something." You smile deviously. Joseph pauses for a few moments before sighing deeply and getting up. He sits on the other end of the couch and you quickly hop up and sit in front of him. "Am I allowed to touch you however and where ever I want?" You ask, he stares at you for a moment before nodding. "Good." You say with a big bright smile, the one that he loves oh so much.

You start to unbutton his shirt, he watches tentatively. You help him slip out of it then you simply drop it onto the floor. You brush your hands against his hot chest, granting a small sound from him. You start to lick around his left nipple and slowly drag your nails down his back, leaving raised red lines. His breath gets heavier and he starts to quietly moan with every flick of his nipple. After many minutes of listening to his blissful sounds of pleasure, you pause and look him dead in his eyes. He sees danger, but it's a danger he wants. He looks relaxed, soft, complisant. He's ready for anything you have for him. You unlatch your lips from his pectoral, a string of saliva connects you with him, he reaches up and removes it with his index finger then he carefully wipes your mouth with his thumb. He returns his hand back onto the couch back, pushing his body weight into it. You look down and smirk, you unbutton his jeans and unzip them, you motion for him to sit up a bit and he does so, you pull them down to his knees and motion for him to sit back down and he does just as he's told. You take one more look at his face, he's a mess, his cheeks are bright red, and he's looking at you with all the love in the world. His hair hangs in ringlets and is starting to drape into his eyes and sweat is beading on his forehead. He gulps hard, awaiting your touch and whatever mischievous plan you have for him. And with that, you look back down at his white boxer breifs and reach into them, grabbing his shaft. He groans loudly at the sudden grasp of his cock, you look back up and see his mouth is agape and he's staring off into space. You have a feeling if he did look at you he would probably lose his strength to play and take you right here right now. You rub his tip to get some of his precum on your hand to use as lubricant and start to spread it down as you start to pump his shaft. He starts to buck lightly against your touch. You keep watching his every expression carefully, observing every moan and pant.. but he doesn't seem to care. He looks up at the ceiling in pure bliss, tears start to weld in his eyes, he snaps them shut and with that tears start to stream from his beautiful hazel eyes down his cheeks. He starts to buck harder and harder, faster and faster. You look down and pull his dick out of his underwear, you see strings of sticky slick are attached to his tip and underwear and you use your other hand to wipe them away. You take a good long look at what he's packing. It's a long girthy cock, around 9 inches. It's literally the most perfect penis you've ever seen in your entire life. It's a beautiful pale white, not like the usual human ones. It's without blemishes, curves, bends.. no extremely protruding veins.. just perfect.

A big shot of precum erupts out from his tip, it comes out quickly and with quite some force. You've never seen someone precum so hard or in that manner before.. it was almost like a volcano erupted. In fact, it almost hit your face, that's how much force it had. You can't imagine what him actually cumming will be like. You look back up at him with that big smile again, and his already love struck face softens into that of care. A small smile forms on his lips. "Like what you see.. sweetie pie?" Joseph asks in between pants. "Oh ho ho… yes I do.." You respond before you give him a big kiss, he kisses back eagerly. You break the kiss and look back down at his cock, you start to move your hand across his shaft again, he starts to moan and groan in unison with your hand's work. Joseph finally gives in and leans back against the arm rest, practically laying down, allowing you to do whatever to you want to him. "Good boy..." You quietly praise him. His hand is barely holding onto the couch's back rest, he squeezes it harder with every pump. He pants hard, and you see his stomach twitch like he's close to reaching his wits end. "Y/N…" He groans. You hum in response. "I think I've had enough of this little game of yours.." He responds, you think it's a joke but then he sits up and suddenly you can't move your hand anymore, it's just stuck at the center of his cock. You look up at him in surprise, his expression is gentle and soft but the desire is more than blatant now. He kisses you passionately, you fall backwards and right as you hit the couch… you feel sheets underneath you? It didn't sound like before either, that didn't sound like your clothes hitting leather, that sounded like your clothes hitting fabric. He pulls away and sits on top of your crotch, you see a dark room and immediately realize what he did, he teleported you to his bedroom. A lamp clicks on by itself revealing a more than eager looking Joseph with a pouty face. You realize your hands are above your head and your hand is no longer stuck on his dick. You open and close it a few times just to be sure.

"Y/N.." Joseph says hungerly. You look down at his cock and realize he's practically on the brink, his cock is visibly pulsing and is a bit redder than before. "Did I edge you too hard, snookums?" You ask, half serious. He huffs before responding. "It's my turn to toy around with you." He says, there's that dangerous after tone again. You spread your legs apart and with that all your clothes magically start to come off you. "Telekinesis. Bah." You think to yourself, slightly annoyed that he can do all this fancy shit and you can't. Just imagine the damage you would do to him with such abilities. "May I do whatever I wish to you? And if things do happen to get hot and heavy, do you really wish to give me yourself, to hold and to keep?" He asks softly. You think for a moment, and only a moment, before blurting your response. "Yes, fuck yes… I want you Joseph.." You mumble the last bit softly. "I know what you think, I know how you view me, and I've viewed you the same way this whole time.. like a partner I wish to keep for the rest of my life. I wouldn't want a single thing to happen to ruin this relationship.. which is why I have to make extremely sure that you are absolutely one hundred percent positive you want me to do this. So I shall ask one more time before doing so, are you sure?" Joseph asks, deadpan and serious. You nod in response. "A verbal response, please." Joseph asks kindly. "Yes, and if you did want to marry me, I would probably say yes." You tease, he looks at you with a very serious glint in his eyes before continuing. "And I know what you're thinking about subconsciously, it's Harry. If you do discover that you have feelings for him as well, ..I am open to having a polyamorous relationship with you, but my end will be closed. I see no one in this world being worth my while, but you. And I can absolutely guarantee.. we will fight constantly and it will be over you every time. And since you're being so compliant…" Joseph trails off. "Wrong words to use, buddy." You quickly vex, he doesn't respond. Another set of eyelids appear and blinks sideways over his beautiful hazel eyes. They're light grey and seem to be almost translucent. "I am what you suspected previously, I am an alien. Well, I'm a hybrid between a grey alien and a human.. and before you ask, no they didn't have intercourse with humans to conceive us, we are created through a scientific means." Joseph finishes. You blink, you weren't expecting that reveal just yet but it's most definitely more than welcome.

"I don't mind… I think it's neat." You quietly respond. He nods in response before he leans down and starts to lick at your exposed sex. You moan with each kitten lick of your clit. You mindlessly start to buck into him, he starts to suck on your clit and he use his tongue to hit your exposed nerve. He swirls his tongue around it, seemingly tasting you as well, you feel him smile against your sex. Joseph pauses. "You taste lovely, my love." Joseph says before returning to his previous mission. Your legs start to get sore from the constant twitching and convulsing. He purposely teases and edges you for over twenty minutes before he finally stops and raises back up. He looks up at you, drool is dripping from the corners of your mouth and sweat is dripping from your brow, you're barely holding it together.. and that's exactly what he wants. He wants you to be a muttering breathless mess before he takes you for himself. He wants to do to you what you did to him, show you how much he loves you. He sits up and strokes his length a few times before he climbs on top of you, he brushes his tip against your clit, then down to your opening. "Please Joseph… fuck me.." You whimper breathlessly. He starts to barely push his tip into you, in then out, in, out, in, out, before he finally pushes himself fully into you, slowly, agonizingly slow. You moan loudly as you take his girth. His cock is burning hot for you, so slick and so comforting. He patiently waits for you to get used to him, he nips at your nape and leaves soft kisses down your chest. You tap his back twice once you're comfortable and he gets the memo, he starts to thrust. He thrusts deep and slow, making sure to make every inch of you tremble beneath him. His breath picks up and you feel his cock start to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat again, you feel your walls start to pulse against him as well. "Ughh~" He starts to lose himself in the pleasure, he whimpers and groans with each thrust. "Ugh.. Ughh.. Uughh~" His moans start to become more drawn out and you start to feel his motions quicken.

You moan loudly, uncaring of who hears you above or below. He french kisses you, you both wrap your tongues around each others as you both start to approach your finish. He lowers his body until he's right against you, his sweaty body barely brushes against yours with each thrust. You wrap your arms around his neck, Joseph leans a bit closer to your body so you can embrace him easier. He uses his full weight to push deeper into you. Suddenly, Joseph pulls away from the kiss. "Y/N… NyAh~ The.. th.. condo..ms.." He mutters between moans. "It's okay Joseph.. c-cum into me.. it'll be okay. I'm sure.. ughh~.. you ha-ve some sort.. Mm~.. of technology so-me where to stop pregn-ancy." You reply, his thrusts jarred you as you spoke. He nods as he starts to push into you as deep as he possibly can. You start to feel your stomach tighten and you feel his tighten against yours. You both ejaculate in and around one another, each others orgasms strengthening your pleasure. You both scream out in ecstatic then with a few deep shallow thrusts, Joseph finally collapses on top of you. He feels a lot heavier than he did before, you assume he was using telekinesis to hold himself off you last time. "I love you.." Joseph whispers into your ear as he tries to regain his composure. "I love you too Joseph.." You reply. You look over at him, he raises his head from your shoulder and kisses you, then lays back down. He plants a few small kisses on your ear lobe before he snuggles comfortably into your neck. After a few minutes of just being in each others company as you both came down from your highs, Joseph gets up and carries you princess style to the bathroom and draws a bath for you. Of course you both bathe each other and snuggle in there, then he carries you to the couch so you both can watch some tv. You insisted you could walk, but he insisted that he could carry you and that you're his little princess and you will be treated as such. You lay on Joseph's chest, barely paying attention to the tv, you're too focused on his calming heartbeat to care about some program.

"What did you used to do for fun, Joseph?" You ask quietly. A moment passes before he answers. "I read a lot of books, but otherwise there wasn't much to do that peaked my interest. We could play ball and things of that nature, but no one ever wanted to. We would rather learn things or observe it being played instead of doing it ourselves. It must be that grey in me." You nod in response. "You must be pretty smart then, huh? To want to know how everything works and to be so observant." You reply. Joseph hums in agreement. "You seem pretty smart yourself, finding creative ways to deal with two fighting men isn't easy. You're a natural beauty and brains.. that's rare." Joseph says with a chuckle. "Thank you.. I try my best." You reply softly. "It shows." Joseph responds. A few more moments pass before you speak again. "Joseph..?" You ask shyly. "Yes, love?" Joseph responds. "Are we an item now?" You ask hesitantly, you're unsure of what this really was, was it a one night stand? Was it the first of many? Or was it the start of a new life together? "If you'll take me.. darling." Joseph answers just as unsure as you asked. "Of course I will.. I'd take you any day." You respond with a smirk, Joseph chuckles again. "And I'd let you take me any day too. What a beautiful princess I've bagged…" He says with a sigh. You blush wildly. "Stop calling me thattt.." You whine. "Aww.. is her majesty getting flustered? My little sweetheart.." Joseph teases. "That's it this conversation is over." You respond. A moment of silence passes before you speak again. "How long have you been a sheriff's deputy?" You ask. "I thought this conversation was over?" Joseph teases. "Shut up." You respond with a huff. A few moments go by before Joseph answers your question. "For… however long I've been here in Patience… about.. two months? We live on the greys mothership. Any record of me down here is fake, ID, birth certificate, social security number, all fake. The greys send us down here to do their bidding since they cannot stay in the Earth's atmosphere for too long... we don't really mind it. We get free food, endless money, endless identifications, endless possibilities… It seems like a fair trade." Joseph answers. "Interesting… Do they treat you all well?" You ask. "Yes, we get the same amount of respect as anyone else. Although… they do occasionally treat us like children, which is fair, considering they raised us." Joseph quickly responds.

"What do the greys have you do?" You ask hesitantly, not wanting to accidentally upset him or any grey that could be secretly listening. "Before I came to Patience I was stationed in a secret section of your government that was searching for aliens and alien hybrids… they never found me out, before you ask. They kept kidnapping random people that they thought were aliens, which.. all of them were human, except one. A small baby alien whom belonged to Harry, which is why he broke in and destroyed everything, I assume. I was.. looking for something I shall not name for safety reasons for your sake. Harry.. came in to retrieve his child and broke everyone out including the person I was looking for... and over all caused a whole mess.." Joseph rubs in between his brows in frustration before returning his hand back onto your back and continuing. "Luckily, I was able to retrieve the item I required after he broke out. Then I was stationed to watch Harry here and try to get him off our tails. He is… quite annoying... and racist. Everyone hates greys, it's extremely annoying. But anyway, I was there for about… hmmm.. I'll say about two years. I was there when it first started and it wasn't running for very long before Harry came and wrecked the whole mission. Honestly, it was handled terribly. I'm surprised it even lasted that long." Joseph finishes. "But.. what exactly are you doing here… on Earth?.. I mean the greys.. are they observing or watching over the planet or what?" You ask. "…Honestly, I haven't been informed. I understand why, humans are quite blabbery." He answers. A pit forms in your stomach. "What if they're here to kill us all?" You ask panickly. "Well, I won't let them. So don't worry about it, okay sweetheart?" Joseph responds, he rubs small circles into your back. You nod and start to calm down. "Do you have all the same organs as the average human male?" You ask softly. "No, I'm missing quite a few. I don't have even close to the same amount of organs a human has, but I have better ones, grey ones. They do multiple things, so there's no need for as many of them. I would explain it in detail but I think it's a bit late for an anatomy lesson, that's for another day entirely. Very complicated stuff." Joseph answers. "I'm starting to get sleepy.." You quietly confess. "Then go to sleep, my love. You can stay here tonight… You can stay here any time you'd like." Joseph whispers as he plants a soft kiss on your forehead. "By the way, I talked to the sheriff, you're hired. Be at the police station at 1 P.M. okay?" Joseph informs you. "Mhmm.." You hum in approval. "I'll remind you tomorrow morning in case you forget.." Joseph whispers. The feeling of him holding you and his even breath and heartbeat lulls you into a deep slumber. Soon after Joseph passes out as well, holding you tightly in his arms.

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