#the way paul spots it early on but plays along

[javelinbk]

Sixty years ago today, Paul McCartney got bopped on the head

John Lennon, Paul McCartney and George Harrison in EMI studio 2 during recording sessions for A Hard Day’s Night, 27th February 1964 - part one (part two)

#it’s more of a flick than a bop but you know what I mean #he probably deserved it too #moment of all time for me #the way paul spots it early on but plays along #the way john plays it cool but he was the one who touched paul #tfw you have a crush on someone and just have to touch them #tfw you have a crush on someone and they touched you! eek! #john lennon #paul mccartney #john and paul #teenage crush behaviour #the beatles #it was sixty years ago today #a hard day's night #javelin’s gifs #javelin’s gifs: 1964 #spider hands

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

I seriously don’t know how this “ask” thing works, but what do you think the mercs would do on a beach day? Beach days for fictional characters are always so silly

i love this i freaking love beach days. i had so much fun writing these

scout

- he is beelining for the water. he loves swimming and doesn't get to often so as soon as they get there he is in the water splishing and splashing

- refuses to put sunscreen on (that's for wimps) so he gets sunburnt to hell and back and medic has to slather him in aloe vera gel when they get back to base

- will not be waiting 20 minutes after eating the sandwich engineer packed him before he gets back in the water. will get a cramp and will act like it doesn't even bother him to impress miss pauling (she's here in my beautiful mind) she is not impressed and will try to get him to get out of the water

- accidentally destroys some random kid's sandcastle so he'll sit down with them to help them rebuild it

soldier

- trying to catch fish with his bare hands. hoping to catch a shark

- getting buried in the sand and a sexy mermaid body sculpted on top of him. likely demo is the one burying him

- swims over to the others as sneakily as he can (not very) and tries to jump them (they heard him coming but they play along)

- eats sand /j

pyro

- brought ALL of the sand toys. water is not their thing so they're building masterclass sandcastles with engineer

- after too long in direct sun he gets really uncomfortable so he's laying face down on a towel under a big umbrella. melting

- walks along the shoreline looking for jellyfish. they have a stick to poke them with. also picks up shells and brings them to people

- he helps with the sexy mermaid body sculpting for soldier

demoman

- goes way out into the water and just floats in one spot. staring

- he's wasted obviously so pauling and heavy are keeping a very careful eye on him. him getting caught in a riptide could really ruin the beach day

- enjoys laying out in the sun. will probably lay his towel out beside sexy mermaid soldier and they'll stare at the sky until one or both are asleep

- WILL start a game of beach volleyball with the others and WILL be on the losing team

heavy

- sitting with medic and miss pauling. he's not much for swimming, and he feels responsible for making sure the other mercs don't die (demo) (soldier) (scout)

- he and engineer prepared the picnic. they got up so early and made. so many sandwiches

- will be coerced into volleyball. absolutely fucking dominates and his team wins every match

- actually applies sunscreen like a normal rational person because he burns BAD. medic does his back <3

engineer

- second person in the water when they get there. scout screamed at him while he was running there to join him and he will always cave to scout pressure

- the water is really nice on his joints and swimming helps his back so it's a good time all around for him. i think he is in pain all the time btw

- makes sure everyone eats something and has plenty to drink. papa

- literally keels over laughing at sexy mermaid soldier. it catches him so off guard when he sees it and it makes him lose his shit. he'll think about it a week later and start laughing again. and nobody brought a camera so he only has the mental picture

medic

- swimming is sensory hell for him so he opts out. but he still enjoys the beach because he gets to watch his peers being idiotic

- referees the beach volleyball match. he doesn't know anything about volleyball (neither does anyone else really.) he's just happy to be here

- delights in the shells pyro brings him and he keeps all of them forever. he has a little jar of them in his office

- he and miss pauling had a miscommunication error in the planning and they both brought the same overpacked first aid kit so the team is. doubly prepared

sniper

- swimming very leisurely. i think he is a chronic pain sufferer so he takes it easy but it definitely helps ease some aches

- helps pyro get wet sand for his sandcastles so he doesn't have to keep getting up and down. brings him a couple pails of wet sand at a time and replenishes when needed

- absolutely falls asleep and gets a heinous sunglasses tan line

- absolutely terrible at volleyball but he plays anyways. he's on heavy's team so he gets to gloat even though he barely contributed

spy

- i really love the image of him being at the beach still in full suit. lounging on a beach chair with sunglasses on and a mimosa and one of those sun reflectors

- couldn't be bothered. he does not participate in any activities whatsoever except graciously receiving seashells from pyro (which he does appreciate. they're very pretty)

- might fall asleep a little bit. scout wakes him up to ask him if he should try some move on miss pauling. he tells him absolutely not and immediately falls back asleep

- somehow he doesn't overheat despite being in layers in the sun. magic man

~

keep the requests coming :3 love you guys

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 mercs #doe's drabbles (headcanons) #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #team fortress 2 #miss pauling #doe's drabbles (request) #talhal

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

I Want To Hold Your Hand (Valentine's Day with the Beatles)

(Source)

Happy Valentine's Day, loves! I still have absolutely no inspiration to write (lmao) but seeing as it's the day of love (my pfp is finally in season), I felt like we needed something on here. So, I'm writing this on the fly, in the Walmart parking lot while I use their wifi to sync my OneDrive (as I said before, no wifi at home ew). Written on tumblr, one proofread through because we die like real men here. Enjoy!

John:

John more than likely forgot what day it was

Lucky for him, he remembered about three days before and bought you gifts

His favourite things to give you are flowers and chocolate (the one thing he's traditional on)

"Johnny, guess what day it is?" you say

He stands there with a vacant expression for a moment

"Is it your birthday?"

"No, John" (unless you actually were born on Valentine's Day lol)

He thinks for a moment, chuckles, and says, "I didn't forget, birdie" (he most definitely did) before going and getting your presents from their hiding spot

You still don't know how he managed to keep chocolate and flowers fresh for three days without you noticing

You smile, say your thanks, and give him a little kiss

John simply replies with, "Anything for my little birdie"

Paul:

Paul is the type to go all out on Valentine's Day

He wouldn't say it's his favourite holiday, but it's in the top three

Has been planning your gifts for months but didn't pick them up until the day of so they wouldn't get lost or damaged

His favourite things to give you are jewelry pieces and lingerie

One of his gifts is a trip to Paris

"It's the city of love, mon coeur!" was his excuse

He takes you atop the Eiffel Tower and...

Bends over to tie his shoe

JK, he kisses you super hard

And then proposes to you

Ofc you say yes

Then you run through the rainy streets, trying to avoid reporters

George:

George is very simple with Valentine's Day

He still does everything with love in his heart, but he's not so extravagant as other people (you don't mind, of course)

His favourite things to give you are flowers and handmade cards, though he has been known to gift songs on several occasions

He does enjoy using Valentine's as an excuse to take you out to fancy restaurants

In fact, you usually make a week of it and try as many fancy restaurants as you can

He always feels slightly bad for not being as extravagant as others, but you always reassure him it's just the way you like it

Then he showers you with physical and verbal affection to make up for it

Remember those toothy kisses from the SFW alphabet? Those come into play here

He spends a lot of the day describing to you just how much he loves you

Anytime you mention how much you love him, he says something along the lines of "I love you more"

Ringo:

Much like Paul, Ritchie goes all out on Valentine's and plans ahead

Unfortunately, he's very bad at secrets and always wants to tell you about your gifts early

As soon as February 1st hits, you practically have to hold his mouth closed to preserve the surprise

No matter how much he wants to tell you, though, even when you don't shush him, he shushes himself

His favourite things to give you are rings that match his or fuzzy socks (your flat is quite cold most of the time)

He likes to parade around town, hand-in-hand, proudly showing you off as his

He also likes to just stare at you with stars in his eyes, though he does that just about every day

"What's the matter?" you ask, thinking something must be wrong with your hair or stuck in your teeth

"Just happy I'm yours, my love," he says

You boop his nose and reply, "I'm happy I'm yours, my little Starr"

#mine #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #ringo starr x reader #the beatles x reader #the beatles fanfiction #beatles imagines #beatles imagine #beatles x reader #the beatles #beatles #vivi in the sky with fanfics

[illfoandillfie]

friends to lovers with Lucy, what starts out as just a movie night turns into smth else when everyone else leaves early

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 14

hehehe very cute!!

Warnings: minimal editing, thats about it, its another fluffy/cute thing

You’d been under the impression the movie night was meant to last longer. No one had been there as long as you, bar Lucy of course since she was hosting it, and yet somehow you were also the last one there. Not that you were complaining. After all, you’d intentionally been early because you had a teensy little crush on Lucy that made you do ridiculous things just to hang out with her. It was stupid really. It felt so high school. And you would have been a grown up and just told her you liked her except you weren’t sure she liked girls at all so until you could figure out where her interests lay, you were going to keep it to yourself. And it wasn’t like you’d been hours early or anything. Everyone had turned up within about half and hour, maybe forty minutes, of you. But it had been nice having a little extra time with just Lucy, helping her pull out wine glasses and find plates and bowls for snacks. She’d laughed a lot and seemed pleased to have company.  

Admittedly, the evening had probably been longer than you thought it had because the first couple of hours were less about watching movies and more about catching up, gossiping. You’d gone through two of the group’s Bumble matches, dissected the Love Island finale in great detail, and looked at snaps from a couple of holidays. All before settling down in front of Lucy’s TV – every pillow and cushion and blanket she owned spread across the room so everyone could be comfortable and cosy, even if they were sitting on the floor. You’d hoped to squeeze onto the couch beside Lucy but had ended up on the floor which was fine. The group had voted to start with Clueless so there had been a lot of laughing and fawning over Paul Rudd and quoting lines along with the actors. But by the time the credits were rolling a third of the group were claiming they’d needed to leave. You managed to move up onto the couch since the spot had been vacated, ready to watch the second flick (Four Wedding and a Funeral) as close to Lucy as you could get without being too obvious.  

It was fun, Lucy had looked over at you a couple of times during funny scenes and you’d had to put on your best poker face when you accidentally brushed hands whilst handing round a bowl of popcorn. And you’d been looking forward to a third movie, just a little longer to be with her, maybe an excuse to get a little closer and share a blanket. But when Four Weddings finished everyone else got up and started making their goodbyes. Maybe you were projecting but you thought Lucy seemed a little surprised too at the abrupt end to the night. Or maybe surprised wasn’t it. You saw one of the others whispering with her and Lucy had glanced at you quickly, whispering back. It made you worry that you’d been too obvious, that she was uncomfortable with how long you’d been there.  

You'd sat back down on the couch as Lucy saw everyone else off but as soon as she was back inside you’d stood, “Well, I should probably head off too then.”  “No, stay. I didn’t think they’d all go so quick.”  “I’m not intruding?”  Lucy smiled, “Absolutely not. I want you to stay.”  It was impossible not to feel pleased at that, even if she meant it a different way than you wanted. So you sat down again as Lucy put a new movie on and fell into the seat beside you, a little closer than before. You had no idea what was playing, too distracted by her, especially when she shuffled a little closer on the pretence of sharing a bowl of crisps neither of you were eating. You kept your eyes glued to the screen, until you felt her shuffle over again and, turning to look, found her right there, so close.   Your breath caught as she smiled again, that radiant smile you loved.  “Y’know,” she said softly though still loud enough to hear over the TV, “I’m glad the others all had to leave early.”  “Y-you are?”  “I suspect it was all rather planned on their part. To try and get us together.”  You were entirely surprised and blurted out, “What? Why would they?”  Lucy shrugged nonchalantly, “Well I told Sam I have a crush on you, bet she told the rest. Gossip.”  It was all you could do to remember to breathe, barely believing what you were hearing.  “Is that okay? That I have a crush on you?”  You nodded, brain screaming for you to say something. It was too late to be funny or cute or charming but dear lord you had to say something.   Lucy shifted towards you, her hand resting on your thigh, “Good.”  As she leaned in your brain suddenly ticked over, language returning, so you blurted out, “I’ve got a crush on you too.”  Lucy blinked, halfway to kissing you, and then smiled again, “Well then it’s definitely good everyone left,” before she closed the distance. 

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #lucy boynton x reader #lucy boynton imagine

[pauls4all-zambia-trip-2023]

Day 3 - Goodbye Nsobe

We woke up bright and early to take a visit to the snake house where we saw a number of reptiles held by the Nsobe game camp. Amongst gerbils and rabbits (as pets, not food for the reptiles), we saw a number of snakes; including the black mamba, the most dangerous, but thankfully shy, snake in Africa, the infant green spotted snake which we were able to hold, and a 2 metres long python which we were able to feel. These were all caught by one of the two guides, Mr Lazarus. Finally, we were lucky enough to see a captive crocodile. Its impressive power was showcased when Ringo bravely alerted the animal with a stick, and it snapped out of the water

As we returned to the camp for lunch, many of us sat down and played games with each other, including wavelength and wink murderer, a favourite from our childhood drama lessons. Mr Roberts was also kind enough to lend us his binoculars to see a pair of Kingfishers across the lake and spot a number of different bird species.

After lunch we said goodbye to Ringo, Fiona and others, and made our way to the bus for a gruelling 2.5 hour bus journey through rough roads and many bumps, though some of us managed to sleep through it. We then arrived at Mist Garden, where we re-met Dan and Daniel from Beyond Ourselves, who we’d previously seen at the airport. They introduced us to the site, alongside other Beyond Ourselves staff, Matthews and Hannah. We were taught some  more respectful greetings and given some more information about the way of life in Zambia and they also introduced us to Ba-Helen - Ba being a prefix used to denote respect - who was a seamstress. She took our measurements for those of us who wanted chitenge trousers (chitenge is traditional Zambia material), offering us a wide range of colourful patterns to choose from.

As it got dark, we headed to dinner, and some of us talked further to Matthews, who we learnt was an Arsenal supporter, along with playing 2 truths 1 lie with him over dinner. After the tasty meal, we then played a game called ‘Empires’, led by Mr Roberts. Paul R would later win this in a tense and climactic moment, snatching the victory from Mr Goldup. After that, it was time for bed, and we each headed to our rooms where we prepared for a day of hard work on Friday.

[toyahinterviews]

TONIGHT WITH JONATHAN ROSS, CHANNEL 4, 9.1.1991

JONATHAN: If I could choose just one word to describe my next guest, it would be versatility. Her music career has seen her labelled as the thinking man's punk, but she has also turned up on the big screen in such films as "The Tempest" and "Quadrophenia"   Most recently you might have seen her on TV in "Cluedo" standing in the parlour next to Colonel Mustard clutching a lead pipe. Did she do it? Let's find out  - Toyah Willcox! Thank you for joining us! TOYAH: Pleasure JONATHAN: Last time I met you was on "Sunday Sunday", you'd been sort of forced to go around town with Paul Daniels. Must’ve been horrible for you? TOYAH: Oh, it was terrible (the audience laughs) JONATHAN: I was surprised because I followed your singing career. I'd bought a few of your records back in the early 80s - TOYAH: You admit to that?!

JONATHAN: I do. I don't play them anymore but I bought them (Toyah laughs) But because then you started acting and I thought you just started acting but you'd been acting before - TOYAH: Oh yeah, I started acting when I was about 18. I was at National Theatre in a play with Kate Nelligan, directed by Maximilian Schell. Got very good reviews. Then I formed a band and started to have hit singles JONATHAN: And then after that - your acting probably is just as important now I guess as the music side, if not more so? TOYAH: Both acting and singing are really important. I just want to do both really well and I think it takes a lifetime. You just have little obstacles in your way, especially with singing like ageism and sexism and stuff like that. But you just get on with it and do the job JONATHAN: So do you find that now - you're getting on a bit, you're a bit older than you were ... (the audience laugh) We’re all getting slightly older ...

TOYAH: I'm very optimistic. I find singing - it's a tough industry to work in. And I think by female terms in the music business, especially the pop business I'm getting on a bit, but I'm not going to go away JONATHAN: You’ve acted with some great (names) but you were in a TV film with Laurence Olivier, based on the John Fowles book ("The Ebony Tower") I remember but also at the moment you're seen in the commercials for "Mum" antiperspirant (Toyah looks awkard, the audience laughs) The reason why I’m raising that is I just wonder - because I've done a few commercials purely for cash myself as well, Toyah ... (the audience laugh)      No one does it out the love of the product purely. We had (the DJ) Andy Kershaw on the show last week and he was advertising a spot cream and I think if you have to choose why go for something like a spot cream or an antiperspirant? They're not the most sexy subjects to be associated with - TOYAH: I’d rather go for them than a bank! JONATHAN: Would you really? 

TOYAH: Yeah! I mean, number one, it was at the time when Ark was just being launched and celebrity has power. Ark was asking a lot of celebrities to try and inform the public of the power they have as consumers to stop things like CF gasses going on super supermarket shelves. The "Mum" thing came along, OK, I did it and I got paid very well and that meant it gave me the choice of what work I could do for the next few years   I made two albums on it. I could work in theatre, because usually in theatre per week you get about 50 quid to go home with and thanks to the "Mum" advert  not only did I do my bit to combat CF gases, but I also had enough money to choose what work I wanted to do JONATHAN: So whenever when anyone buys a little tube of "Mum" they're sponsoring one of your albums? Would that be … ? (Toyah cackles) Do you not think we should put a warning on the packet or something? If they’re unhappy with the deal? I'm not saying they would be but  - (Toyah laughs) TOYAH: Not only are they buying a very good antiperspirant but they're actually buying a wonderfully phallic symbol JONATHAN: Oh, well ...

TOYAH: When we did that advert we spent the whole day trying to get me to hold this product without it looking as if it was my vibrator (the audience laughs, Jonathan looks jokingly deep in though as if thinking about it) JONATHAN: I'd hazard a guess that the outtakes for that pass for quite a lot of money (Toyah and the audience laugh) So you're still doing music then? You have some new -

TOYAH: Yeah I've got a new album out next month called "Ophelia’s Shadow" which is kind of my answer to "Hamlet". There's a kind of big speech in "Hamlet" where - JONATHAN: That sounds quite a pathway to sort of - you've got one of the possibly finest plays ever written and you've got an album as an answer to it - TOYAH: Yeah because Hamlet says to a Ophelia: “Get thee to a nunnery. Go! Get thee gone! God gives you one face - you make yourself another. You lisp, you amble, you make monsters of us.” And the way it's written Ophelia says “Oh, what a noble mind is here overthrown.”   My album has changed the inflection on that and Ophelia says (mockingly) “Oh my, what a noble mind is overthrown.” (sticks two fingers up as if to say f off) So I mean ... my Ophelia doesn't drown herself JONATHAN: So you've made the ending a bit happier then? TOYAH: I’ve re-written it

JONATHAN: It's kind of like the Dynasty (an 80's TV series) people would have done. “Give us Hamlet (but) give us a happy ending”. Is it that kind of thing? TOYAH: After doing "The Tempest" with Derek Jarman – Derek completely rewrote "The Tempest" so I thought well, I'll give it a try JONATHAN: When you look back on your earlier albums, on the kind of 80s stuff, the hit singles, "It’s A Mystery" and "Sheep Farming In Barnet", which I remember very fondly (Toyah giggles and the audience laugh) Now, what do you feel about them? TOYAH: I don’t look back. I don't look back because I'm ashamed. I'm not ashamed, but it's history. And I think the 80s is really history. I think we are aeons away from that decade and I just don't relate to it JONATHAN: We just put a photo up of you (below) in one of your incarnations modelling what looks to the early Gloria Hunniford – (the audience laugh) TOYAH: Yeah, that's the early "Mum" advert - JONATHAN: It’s the full under arm expose – I see that

TOYAH: Use "Mum"! I just don’t look back. What's the point of looking back? Life's ahead of us. Life I think is a pretty short thing whether you live to old age or not - it goes really quickly. What's the point of looking back? JONATHAN: Another project you’re involved in … You work really hard, you're involved in all sorts of things but you're also doing something with the "Survival" (a nature documentary) programme, is that right? TOYAH: Yeah, I've done the kind of - what's it called … the narration for "Survival Factor" which is on Channel 4 every Tuesday. I read one critic where the critic said “wear your raincoat if you listen to Toyah Willcox, narrating this programme” - JONATHAN: That's because of your lisp (Toyah cackles). Because I was always surprised you had a hit single with (puts on a bad lisp) "It's A Mystery" - TOYAH: (with an over the top lisp) It’s a mystery - JONATHAN: Because I've had a similar problem myself (Toyah laughs) Maybe we should get together and do a duet. That'd be nice

TOYAH: I’ll take you up on that JONATHAN: Me, you and Pete Beale from EastEnders (they all laugh) You said life is short. This show is far far shorter. Thanks for coming on -  Toyah Willcox! 

Watch the interview HERE 

#toyah #toyahwillcox #toyah willcox #toyah interview #toyahinterview #toyah90s #toyah 90s #toyah tv #toyahtv #toyahchannel4 #toyah channel 4

[sweetchup]

Bi•valve

Noun

an aquatic mollusk that has a compressed body enclosed within a hinged shell, such as oysters, clams, mussels, and scallops.

AKA

The Most Common Seashell in the Ocean

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Vol. 1: Just Keep Swimming // Ch. 4

Type: Poseidon x reader

Word Count: 2,000+

Masterlist

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It is early in the morning by the time you wake up. So early that the sun hasn’t even risen over the horizon. Over the ancient city of Athens.

Even Triton is still in bed at this time. Cocooned in a thick fluffy blanket on top of Alexander The Great—The righteous name for the Stuffed King Turtle—with pillows surrounding him like a nest. It was at times like these that you wondered if Triton was part bird, perhaps the son of a harpy, rather than aquatic.

However, that was the last thing on your mind right now. Your eyes flickered down to your phone, staring at the text messages Bella had sent you last night.

—Heyyy (y/n)💕💕! Long time no see! Thanks again for helping out with the festival again ur the best. —

—Btw I heard from the rumor mill that u have a son. Why don’t u bring him along for the festival tomorrow? We can watch him quickly during ur shift and then you can have fun with him after. —

—There is also going to be cotton candy and fireworks! It will be lots of fun for the kiddo 😉😙.—

Letting out a sigh, you rub your aching temples, already feeling a headache coming on. You knew Bella meant no harm, she really is just a playful airhead at heart after all. But, it didn’t reassure the fact that it sounded like the whole school by now has found out you have a kid. Which didn’t please you in the slightest.

Especially since some of your classmates can be as toxic as snakes. You didn’t want to bring Triton anywhere around people like them.

Then again, it wasn’t like Triton couldn’t handle himself, he was more than capable after all. You found this out the hard way after he picked up a Boulder twice his size yesterday like it was nothing.

It would also be nice for the boy to have some fun for once instead of staying inside all day. Today was going to be sunny and nice out. A perfect day to play and go outside.

Decisions. Decisions.

“…Mom?”

At the call, You peel your eyes away from the screen to look over. Triton had already scurried out of his nest like bed in the corner of the living room by the time you looked up. His hair was tousled in every which way direction as he rubbed his eyes with sleepiness. A cute yawn left his lips before he finally opened his eyes. Their pale Ocean blue glory looking up at you.

“Good morning Triton.” You cooed at the young boy as he stumbled his way over to you on the couch. He practically collapses onto you, rubbing his face into your stomach for a couple of seconds before relaxing.

You chuckle as he mumbles a good morning in return, at least what you guessed to be, though it is hardly hearable.

It is silent after that for a few as you two take in the quiet morning atmosphere. The birds chirped from the window and you could even hear the soft sounds of footsteps from your neighbors above. The world was slowly waking up.

However, as much as you wanted to stay there for longer and relax, the alarm on your phone dings. A painful reminder that you should start getting ready for the festival.

Groaning, you attempt to peel Triton off of you so you could get up but the boy doesn’t budge. You attempt a couple of more times but after hearing a small giggle from said boy, you give up.

Shuffling up from your spot, you stand up but still Triton doesn’t budge. His knees drag on the ground slightly as he falls off the couch but he recovers quite quickly by using some of his powers. Making himself float effortlessly in the air as he stays latched onto you.

You let out a small sigh but don’t care to stop the boy. Instead making your way to your room so you could finally get ready.

As soon as you enter your room however, the peace doesn’t last long as after you tell him how he has to get out so you could get changed, Triton is forcibly thrown out of your room with a pout on his face.

“Mommmm!”

Triton leans against your door with a whine. Already missing your presence even though he knows it hasn’t been that long. He stares at the door handle in temptation but frowns as he knows he shouldn’t. That he should respect your privacy as you get ready.

“Mommmmmmm!”

“Triton, please! I’ll be out in a few!”

—.—.—.—.—

You wondered if you should have asked Zeus more about aquatic gods. Especially in a time like this.

“Triton… Sweetheart? I need you to let go of my leg so I can walk.”

“B-but—“ Triton stutters out, his grip on your leg tightening as the bus begins to screech to a halting stop. You weren’t sure what was up with him but he was very clingy today. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when you told him to stay home today. Forcing you to bring him along.

You seriously wondered if today was something special that was making him act so strange. Perhaps something that pertains to gods. Aquatic gods especially.

“You can hold my hand instead. I just can’t walk with you holding onto me in this long dress and sandals.”

Hesitantly, Triton lets go of your leg and grasps your hand. He seems content with this type of contact for now but you don’t know how long it could last. Especially when you start waiting tables. The last thing you need is Triton using his powers to spill hot tea onto customers.

“(Y/n)!”

“Oh, Bella.” You announce as said girl spots you in the crowd as you enter the festival.

“So nice to— Oh my, This must be your son!” Bella coos out, squatting down slightly to look at Triton who quickly hides behind you. “Such an adorable boy and… Oooo~ Look at how nice you are dressed up.”

Startled by Bella’s comment, you take a step backwards, “Huh?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me. You are like the bell of the ball. The—“ As you and Bella bicker back and forth, you miss how Triton puffs his chest out at Bella’s previous words. He knew how beautiful you—His precious mother—looked right now.

You were wearing a white and blue thin silk-like dress, one that flowed as effortlessly as the waves of the sea. Bracelets, Choker, earrings, all of it was shining gold. Not even Apollo, god of the sun, glimmered with as much gold as you. Your makeup was flawless with your cheeks and lips dusted in a light red to add color to your face.

Honestly, in Triton’s opinion you were even more gorgeous than Aphrodite herself. Though, he would never say that out loud… you would be in trouble with the goddess if he did.

“Woah… Dude look…”

At the sudden voice, Triton looked over. A group of males were looking at you from afar. Clearly, mentally agreeing with Triton on how pretty you were. Though, it seemed as if they couldn’t bring up the courage to make their way over to greet you. Chickening out whenever you happen to even accidentally glance their way.

“You can look but you can never touch…” Triton snickered to himself, humming a small tune in content as you finally wave Bella goodbye and go on your way.

After a while of mingling in and around the crowded area, you finally make it to your section. It was thankfully easily spotted with all the decorations of colorful fish and blue fabrics that flowed throughout the air.

“Woah! It’s like we are underwater!” Triton awed as he looked up. “Mom, this is—“

“Ahhh! Is that your son (y/n)?”

“Wait, he's here?”

“Oh my!”

Startled, you two look over to your right as three of your classmates walk over. It seemed that you were correct when you thought that the rumor must have spread about the whole school by now.

“His name is Triton.” You explain to the girls as they looked down at said boy. Triton once again hid behind you but that didn’t do much as they still cooed and asked questions to him. Feeling bad for the poor boy, you decided at that moment it would be best to leave him in the back where more of the male staff was located so he would stop being ogled at. Though it would also sadly leave him out of your sight for a while. “Well, we have to get going for my shift. I will see you three later.”

“Of course!”

The girls smiled kindly at you before all at once cooing, “Bye Triton!”

“B-bye…” Triton stutters out, looking at them from around your leg quickly before hiding again.

“Ahhh so cute!”

“I know right!”

“My. I’m so jealous of—“

As you walk away, you wait a little for the girls to be enough ways away before looking down at Triton, “You're really shy today, Triton.”

Triton lets a smile whine out in detest and clutches onto your leg more, “You can’t blame me, mom. I’m not used to girls and affection from them. My old mom scared all the women away from the palace, remember?”

“True. True.”

Finally, after many obstacles—too many in yours and Triton’s opinion—you had made it to the tent. By the time you had got there, it was already bustling full of customers and you knew you had to hurry.

“Now this way, Triton.” You tell the young boy as you bring him to a seperate tent. Being careful not to bump into the other waiters or chefs as you lead Triton to an area in the corner with the supplies. “Mom has to wait tables for now so I need you to stay right here alright. I’ll be back soon, if you get hungry you can ask Jeremy or Paul for food.”

At the sound of their names, two of the chefs look over and wave.

“But mom…” Triton whines, upset that he has to let you go, “…Can’t you stay.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t. It will just be an hour until the actual waitress I’m covering for arrives. Then you have me for the rest of the day alright?”

Triton’s face looks unsure. Still not completely content with letting you go just yet.

“Don’t worry little man.” Triton jumps a little as Paul pats the top of his head, “Your mom won’t be gone for long. In the meantime, I know how to pass the time real fast. I can teach you how to make a mean sundae.”

“R-Really?” Triton questions out, looking worriedly back and forth between you and the male. Seeming to be struggling to fight against taking the bargain the man has given him.

“Of course, you won’t even notice time has even passed by the time mom picks you up. Now, what do you like in your sundaes?”

As Paul takes Triton away, you mouth a small thank you to your classmate before giving Triton a wave goodbye. Just as you are about to turn to walk a way, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry (y/n). I’ll make sure to watch your son while you are gone.” Jeremy says, shaking his head in discontent as he remembers, “I saw how those girls were harassing the poor boy earlier.”

“Thank you so much. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Of course don’t worry about it.”

As you leave the tent, you give Triton one last look goodbye. He wasn’t looking at you at the time as he was much to busy scooping huge chunks of oreo ice cream into his bowl. Concentrating to make sure they were stacked perfectly on top of each other.

You felt a sting of worry and doubt bubble up in your stomach as you continued to stare at Triton. Unsure if it was okay to leave him like that. But, you quickly push it away, once you see Paul right behind him. Close by to help him if needed.

Triton will be okay.

Triton will be okay.

Okay.

That’s what you kept telling yourself.

But, little did you know,…

…that wasn’t the case.

Author Note: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. I’m sorry I left it on a cliffhanger though lol. I didn’t mean to, it just worked to break up chapter 4 and chapter 5 at this point. Anyways, other things. I’m going on vacation with my extended family next week 🎉. But don’t worry, I am going to spend tomorrow and Friday writings so you will stay have chapter 5 and 6 for next week, don’t worry :)). It’s also fitting since I’m going to the beach, Poseidon I’ll see you there 🤣🤣.

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NEO: The World Ends with You details Shoka, Kariya, and Uzuki, Replay and Pins systems, enemies, more

■ Story

It was just another seemingly ordinary day in Shibuya—but not for Rindo. He could tell something about the city felt different.

He soon finds himself caught in the telekinetic crossfire of a psychic battle unfolding in the Scramble Crossing. And before he can catch his breath, a girl with an ominous aura appears before him and welcomes him to the so-called “Reapers’ Game.”

With some trepidation, Rindo and his friend Fret play along, convincing themselves that a “Game” couldn’t have any serious consequences. It isn’t long, however, until they start having second thoughts.

Rindo’s instinct was right: something about this Shibuya is different. The boys’ confusion is compounded by fear when they learn the first rule of this Game: if you don’t win, you cease to exist altogether.

Dead set on returning home, they must now compete against other Players in a battle for survival in Shibuya’s Underground (or “UG”).

■ Characters (Updated)

Rindo (voiced by Paul Castro Jr. [ENG], Yuuma Uchida [JPN)

One of the newest Players in the Reapers’ Game, Rindo is a high schooler to whom searching for info on his phone is second nature. He prefers to go with the flow, and although he doesn’t go out of his way to interact with others, he won’t turn them away if they come to him first.

Thrust into the Game without even realizing it, he now serves as the de facto leader of the Wicked Twisters.

Fret (voiced by Griffin Burns [ENG], Chiharu Sawashiro [JPN])

Rindo’s happy-go-lucky classmate and fellow Player in the Reapers’ Game, Fret boasts the ability to get along with just about anyone. While he styles himself as a natural conversationalist, he prefers to keep things light, subconsciously avoiding subjects that are too serious. He enjoys walking around town with his buddy “Rindude.”

Nagi (voiced by Miranda Parkin [ENG], Mina Katahira [JPN])

Another Player in the Reapers’ Game, Nagi is a college student whose youthful appearance leads others to mistake her for a middle schooler. She is deeply passionate about her pastimes, devoting all of her time and energy to her favorite games. Highly perceptive, she is acutely aware of others’ emotions, and shows disdain toward those she deems superficial and disingenuous.

Minamimoto (voiced by Andy Hirsch [ENG], Takayuki Fujimoto [JPN])

A fellow Player in the Reapers’ Game, Minamimoto puts his impressive psychic powers to use when he saves Rindo and the gang from a tight spot early on, then forces himself onto their team.

He calculates every possible future using his own unique formulas and acts in accordance with the values he discovers, but he remains a mystery to all around him. He seems to have his sights set on something greater than Rindo and the gang.

Shiba (voiced by Shaun Conde [ENG], Daiki Hamano [JPN])

Shiba currently ranks number one among the Reapers in the Shibuya UG, having worked his way to the top within a year of his arrival. He also serves as the Game’s Master, arbiter of its rules, and encourages its Players to keep things hot.

His psychic powers far surpass those of his fellow Reapers, ensuring that none dare disobey him.

Shoka (voiced by Bailey Gambertoglio [ENG], Akari Kitou [JPN)

One of the Reapers in charge of managing the Game, Shoka is less than enthused with her job of monitoring the Players. Having grown bored of the Game in its current state, she not-so-secretly hopes someone will come along and shake things up, showing open disdain toward Players who are slow to learn the rules.

The hoodie she wears is a signature piece from Gatto Nero, a new brand that has recently taken Shibuya by storm.

Kariya (voiced by Andrew Kishino [ENG], Anri Katsu [JPN])

Despite his veteran status among the Shibuya Reapers, Kariya has no career aspirations, content with working among the rank-and-file Reapers. Though he used to work alongside Uzuki, the two operate separately at present. Never seen without one of his trademark lollipops.

Uzuki (voiced by Kate Higgins [ENG], Satomi Arai in [JPN])

Although her mind was once solely focused on getting ahead, Uzuki seems to have outgrown her previous ambition for some reason or another—but her short temper hasn’t changed a bit. She used to work with Kariya, but currently she operates alone.

■ Locations (Updated)

NEO: The World Ends with You takes place in Shibuya, Tokyo. You may recognize some of the landmarks, but the city itself is depicted with an artistic touch unlike anything you’ve seen before.

Explore this wonderfully unique version of Shibuya!

—Spain Hill

—104 Building

■ Music

The game’s vibrant soundtrack is provided by Takeharu Ishimoto, who composed music for the previous game.

Not only has he written a slew of new songs, but he has also rearranged familiar tracks from The World Ends with You, including “Twister” and “Calling”!

■ Key Item: Reaper Pin – The Key to the Reapers’ Game

Reaper Pins serve as proof that one has been approved to take part in the Reapers’ Game.

Not only do these pins grant Players the ability to telepathically Scan their surroundings, but they also educe some of the wielders’ own latent psychic powers.

—Upon obtaining Reaper Pins of their own, Rindo and the gang are swept into a battle for their lives.

■ Game System: Replay – Replay the Past to Change Your Fate

Each member of the Wicked Twisters possesses their own unique psychic powers.

Rindo boasts the ability to turn back time within a given day, allowing him to alter some of his earlier actions in hopes of bringing about a better final outcome.

This Replay power proves indispensable in Rindo’s efforts to survive the Reapers’ Game.

■ Pins

Azamaru

A pin bearing the “Shockwave” psych. Slash at enemies with a flaming sword, then leap into the air before delivering one final hit.

Angelic Kick

Activate the powerful “Massive Hit” psych to unleash a swift aerial kick. Fully charge the attack to send your foes flying as well!

Glacial Getaway

The “Piercing Pillar” psych conjures an enormous icicle beneath your foes, sometimes sending them skyward.

■ Enemies

Players in the Reapers’ Game will face off against enemies known as Noise that come in all shapes and sizes, ranging from herds of smaller beasts to singular fiends that tower over your entire team.

Avoiding them literally won’t get you anywhere, as many missions require Players to erase Noise in order to proceed. Felling these foes will also provide you with powerful new pins, so rest assured that your efforts won’t go unrewarded!

—Some truly ferocious Boss Noise will stand in your way!

NEO: The World Ends with You is due out for PlayStation 4 and Switch on July 27 worldwide, followed by PC via the Epic Games Store later this summer.

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In the Dead of Night

Pairings: Jack Daniels x F!Reader/Sweets

Words: 3.3K

Warnings: Smut 18+: Fingering (hence gif chosen), Oral (f receiving), Cum eating, Edging, Pregnancy thoughts only and slight possessiveness (a teeny crumb, if you blink you'll miss it), lmk anything else!

Summary: Jack wakes you up this time with a surprise that you've both waited longed for from all the years you've known each other.

A/N: first time actually* writing smut, so please go easy on me 👉🏻👈🏻 I beg & pls any feedback is appreciated 🙏🏼

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Chapter 2: The Golden Hours

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“This one comes in two different cuts, diamond and cushion.”

The jeweler places two rings on the velvet mat both with the same style different diamond shape, but nothing screams you. Looking at all the glimmering rings on display, they all start to look the same to Jack. None of these rings match you in any way.

They fall flat in comparison to your spirit.

Jack is becoming increasingly annoyed sweating bullets thinking he won’t be able to find a ring that matches you. He knows you’ll love anything he gets you, but he wants you to have a ring that says this made me think of you.

He’s been to about 5 stores in the span of one week, all of them leaving him hopeless. He'd gone during his lunch breaks, and now left work early along with Ginger, and still nothing fits. You loved Ginger, she was always that friend you needed that understood how hard Jack's job was, shared similar interests, determined as hell, and always called him out on his behavior. So her opinion was helpful beyond words.

He did spot one ring that might have been the one.

But might isn’t enough.

He wants to be 100% sure.

While admiring the ring in his hand he acknowledges that it does have fine craftsmanship, but it doesn’t remind him of you.

“Thank you miss, but I’ll reckon I’ll keep looking thank you.” He tips his hat leaving his 6th store defeated.

He opens to door for Ginger to exit out.

“You’ll find one, take a break before you choose the wrong one on a whim.” She advises giving Jack a hug goodbye.

She’s right he needs to slow down, but with you he doesn’t want to wait anymore. You’ve been together now for years as his girlfriend, he wants you to be his wife.

“I just want her to be mine already.”

“She’s already yours Jack, but I understand what you mean.” Patting his back as she bids farewell.

He heads to his car, pulling out his keys out of frustrating when his wallet falls out. It’s opened slightly inside the drink holder between the seats when he gets an idea, opening the wallet he’s greeted with a Polaroid of your radiating smile wearing his cowboy hat. Even as a picture you manage to make his heart stop. On the other side of the wallet, it’s his parents picture he remembers right there his mother had a ring that was given to her for their wedding.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He chuckles holding up the picture of his parents, his mother is holding his father’s hand over his chest displaying that beauty.

He needs to get home to look at it.

Jack starts his engine heading back, you should be home by now probably cooking this afternoon. You always cook if you're there before him, on days he gets home he cooks for you. But you're usually early on Fridays. Tapping anxiously on his steering wheel for the light to turn he hopes you're not home, cause if you are he knows he has to be subtle going into the house. You could always read his face so well, especially when he gets an idea.

Each red light feels like an eternity, but finally he reaches home groaning at the sight of your parked car. He curses under his breath wishing you were still at work, thats something he'd never would've guessed to have wished before.

He hops out skipping a few steps on the porch, but before opening the door he takes a minute to steady his breathing. He hears music playing softly and your voice mimicking Paul Simon's song.

You’re definitely cooking.

“Sweets you here?” He calls out taking off his coat to hang meanwhile scoping the living room and placing his hat on the pillar of the stair.

There's a moment where his heart drops not hearing you call out, he rushes to the living room finding it empty except for your favorite blanket on the couch making him smile.

“In the kitchen! Do you want mashed potatoes or baked potato? I can’t decide..”

His shoulders slump at the sound of your voice relieved.

But since you're cooking that'll keep you busy for now, “You pick, imma change darlin’!”

“That’s thing I wa-“ sticking your head out to the hallway to find yourself talking alone.

“Want both...I guess both it is."

He heads upstairs mindful of making any loud noises with his boots, he closes the door quietly looking for the jewelry box his mother gave him.

Where did he put that darn box?

His mind is still racing trying to remember meanwhile the most curious cat is literally downstairs.

Looking at his nightstand he remembers it’s in the lower cabinet, taking long strides he lifts his jeans before squatting down and taking out the brown hand carved box.

Resting on the side of the bed, he runs his hands over it remembering his mom.

She would’ve loved you, yet she passed long before Jack ever met you. His dad however, never had a daughter so he was enamored by you. Any excuse he could find to have you over and embarrass him, his dad was first in line.

Lifting the lid, he scattered around pausing when he spotted at the bottom the small red velvet box.

He opens it to find the most enchanting emerald gold band ring, adorned in vines holding the emerald gem in place.

I finally found you, he thinks to himself.

The gem shimmered the same way your eyes did every night you wake him up, and the color itself seemed like it was made for you. It was perfect. You loved being out in the fields, resting on the grass listening to music, picking flowers, or watching the horses run.

That’s where you shined the most.

You yelled from downstairs, one foot on the bottom step “Jack baby, come down!”

“Fucking christ!” He shouted silently.

Your yell spooked him that he almost dropped the box, “I’m coming sweets, I-uh I had to pee really bad!”

He shook his head in disbelief at the weak response as if that'll work.

He got up quickly shoving the jewelry box back into the cabinet closing the door quietly while clutching the ring box. He opens the bedroom door again softly before you were to question it, quickly changing into comfortable clothing.

He hears your footsteps coming up the stairs, the ring is still in his hand. Just as you enter he drops it into the hamper already feeling like an idiot, but you won’t find it which is what matters the most right now.

You pop in to find him reaching down for the hamper, squinting your eyes at him. He shrugs his shoulders and raises his brows as to signal ‘what?’

Something about him looks lighter, these past few days he’s been carrying this somber cloud but you don't see it anymore. You can't quite put your finger on it. There's now a glint in his eye that wasn't there yesterday along with the deep furrow between his brows that signals to you whenever he's worried.

You’d been wanting to ask, but not wanting to pressure him either.

“You ready to eat cowboy?”

His mustache perks up forming into a mischievous smile.

“Cowboy? What happened to sir?”

Jack strides over hamper in both hands, kissing your forehead as you both step out of the room.

You laughed following right after him leaning into his ear, “Sorry...sir.”

Sneakily you reach for his butt giving it a squeeze, earning you a throaty groan out of him heading down the stairs.

He smiles loving the way you touch him, if he wasn’t holding your wedding ring in a fucking hamper he would had you pinned to the wall with his leg between you. Begging for him. Showing you exactly just how much he loves being called sir after teasing him like that.

“You can call me whatever your heart desires darlin’.”

You wrap your arms around his waist pressing your cheek to his back blindly following him to the laundry room door. Even hearing him breathe sounds lighter too, his muscles are relaxed. Perhaps whatever was worrying him is long gone.

Your hand trails a bit further down right above his bulge pressing your fingers to trace the obvious outline.

You love teasing him, getting him riled for later.

With Jack it clearly works because you feel him hardening beneath your fingers, it fills you with pride knowing only you have this affect on him.

"As you wish, master."

You feel the rumble in your ear of his laughter, “Sweets I know what you're doing," he sets the hamper above the washer to reach back to grab your butt.

It was your turn to laugh pressing your forehead to his back escaping his attack, you both will never eat if you don't leave now.

He turns slightly wanting to reach for you, but you grab his hand to help you reach up and plant a kiss on cheek, “I have no idea what you're implying."

Before you left the laundry room he told you to wait in the kitchen, so that he can set up the table with you. He couldn't wait to be around you every passing day and to be surrounded by your laugh, but thank god you let him go to give him time to hide the ring. Where would he hide it for now? He reached down making sure it was still in the box, before putting the clothes to clean and headed out the front door.

“I forgot one more thing to clean, I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, "Okay" scooping up the mash potatoes.

He walked at a calm pace leaving the kitchen to head to the front door pretending to open and close the door, when really he stood in the living room. His mind was racing, he needs somewhere to hide the ring. You liked to read sometimes so book shelves are out of the question, drawers you use them, in fact the whole room was a no-go. You were everywhere in the house already making it your home which made him chuckle.

The only place that's sweets proof is in his own possession, sometimes.

He looks swirls around to the coat rack dropping the ring in his coat pocket, he prays heading back that you don't grab it.

He returns to find you handing him plates to set up the table, unable to peel his eyes away from how you sway your head and hips to Paul Simon's song.

You defintely belong here with him.

Jack starts to feel excited just like that day once upon a time, when you agreed to sneak out your house to spend the day with him.

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You’re easing out of your lucid dreams to find a heavy weight resting on your inner thigh its warm and prickly, your other leg is resting on a soft strong surface. It’s warm as you rub on it, but a hand squeezes that thigh holding you in place. Finding it hard to leave your dreams, you reach for what's between your legs only to gasp at the sensation of wetness from Jack’s lips sucking the plush of your inner thighs.

He’s close to your most sensitive area, the part that tickles with arousal. It makes you squirm, so you reach under the sheets seeking his hair to bunch up in your fist to roughly tug on it.

His groan vibrates throughout your skin hitting the center of your bones, only increasing your need even more.

All you see is the shape of his head under the royal blue moonlight leaving ghostly touches along your thighs reaching your heat, you’re biting your lip feeling him get closer to your underwear. You’re so sure you’re staining it with the heat of your arousal building up inside of you.

“Jack, please what are y-oh fuck!”

He purposely drags his tongue over your underwear, before slipping his fingers moving the panty line to the side. You feel the brisk air of his breath hit your nerves, that are pulsating with excitement just for his him. He kisses your folds tenderly, before sucking on your each making you grind down on him moaning.

He’s woken you up like this so many times before, but every time you’re surprised at how he devours you. You love it.

He brings his fingers into your folds dragging them at a slow pace, he can feel the slick pooling. Holding you still he dips the tip of his tongue swirling dangerously slow taking his time to savor your taste, causing you to close your legs on him.

Jack’s cock twitches at how responsive you are, he pushes his mouth further in you making his nose press your clit. Keeping his own pace.

Tugging on his hair you push down seeking friction, "Fuck, please Jack move."

You're mewling for him clenching your jaw, but he takes his time. He grinds down on the bed finding his own relief while savoring you, he wants to do this for you. He doesn’t care if he cums in his briefs this time even though you’ll give him a hard time later for not finishing inside of you. Whichever way possible.

His cock is starting to spill with precum hearing your shaky voice try to form words.

You feel him detach from you for a second feeling like an eternity only for him to insert his tongue again, but this time he moves his jaw along with your movements. Jack brings his large hands under your knees to place them on his shoulders as he’s swallowing your juices.

You’re close to releasing when the tip of his nose nudges your clit again making you buckle down on him. Jack however, stays there with an iron grip grinding along with you letting you ride his mouth, he knows your close. He can feel the way you clenching. Jack feels his own release surging from hearing your moans and the way you’re slick with arousal just for him it’s enough to send him over the edge, but he keeps going.

“J-Jack I want you in me, please.” You hiss clutching the pillow paying no mind to the fist full of hair you’re gripping, you know he wants to be inside of you also. You want it, but he’s relentless.

"No."

He brings his thick middle finger down curling only slightly while his thumb rubs your exposed bundle of nerves. That was all you needed to release coupled with his husky voice, “This is for you sweets, let go for me.”

Your cheeks burn when he curls his finger again hitting that throbbing spot in your core, clenching around him as you ride out your orgasm. You know he’s close as he starts to curse quietly close to your cunt, he can feel your muscles fluttering around him. His arm reaches out to your breast where you hold him with your own easing himself down from his own orgasm.

Slowly pulling his fingers you groan at the loss inside of you. Jack kisses your thighs again, this time he lingers after every kiss.

You lift up the sheets to have him tower over you.

"That's my girl," he praises.

His mouth is slightly opened to lick the remains of your cum off his fingers, but you stop him bringing his fingers into your mouth. You smile watching him mindful of how hard he's biting his lips feeling your mouth suck on his digits.

You're clenching at the sight, yet relishing at the feel of his cock unconsciously rubbing against your thigh.

Jack prides himself seeing how flushed your hollow cheeks look under the moonlight while sucking his fingers clean. He doesn't know what he loves more, the way you make him hard too quickly or how beautiful you look with the ghostly cascade of soft orange colors on your face.

He reaches down to kiss you, but you stop him to cup his face.

With your eyes locked on his gaze, you drag your tongue on his chin wiping him clean of your arousal. When your tongue reaches his wet lips you lick the bottom lip, before devouring his whimpers in your kiss.

He parts away to catch his breath, “You know darlin’ you got a strong grip.”

You laugh at his observation wrapping your arms around his neck letting him rest his body on you. You find your self loving the weight he adds on your chest pushing you down, he kisses your breast over your shirt.

“I just really wanted you, I always do.”

His heart squeezes at your confession, he has to move now if he plans to propose before you fall asleep.

Lifting his head up your met with soft glimmering eyes, “Let’s go for a ride.”

You both get ready in your usual riding clothes, this time the weather in Kentucky is chilly, so Jack chose to wear his black leather jacket he takes to work. You didn't think much of it, except for why he woke you up this early.

He loves sleeping in whether it’s during a movie, when it’s raining, or when you’re taking a bit longer to get dressed. He always managed to squeeze in a nap, you even tickled his mustache once to wake him up. Which worked, he’s a light sleeper, but it made you worry.

You can’t help but think maybe something was bothering him like his nightmares.

You squeeze his hand looking up at him to get a look at his expression, "You okay, Jack?"

He doesn't seem worried when he looks down smiling, in fact all you see is adoration in his eyes.

"Never better." He kisses the top of your head holding you closer.

Jack is in love and there was no denying that.

Seeing your wildly spirited companion Delilah you’re about to head to her when Jack grips your hand stopping you.

“You ride with me.”

Without waiting for your answer he saddled her up letting you take this moment to admire his fingers tightening the straps. You loved his hands especially when Jack held you close during rides, it was as if you were both one.

So you didn't mind riding with him at all.

He helped you mount Delilah, feeling a little extra handsy when he lifted you by your ass giving it a squeeze making you yelp in surprise.

“Easy cowboy, I still have to get you back for earlier.”

His grin widens from ear to ear mounting himself, pulling you closer to his crotch, “Oh I’m countin’ on it sweets.”

Finding this is the perfect moment to adjust yourself when he reaches for the horse’s reins, you rotate your hips to push your ass back into him giving him a taste of what to come.

You hear a deep sigh which sounds as if he was in holding back. You smirk smiling when you get a look at his hands, confirming your theory. His veins are striking through his skin pumping all the patience he has feeling your ass rub against him. He’s catching on to what you’re doing but he lets you.

He’d let you do anything you want as long as you’re doing it with him.

You both head up the small hill to your usual spot coming to a full stop, just in time to see the sunrise. Jack feels his nerves kicking in, so he places a hand flat on your stomach to hold you close to him. He feels your hands massaging his thighs as they flex, you have no idea how much it's calming him.

Jack can’t deny that the simplest gesture you just did, plus the friction of your ass on his crotch makes his stomach tighten.

You're going to be the death of him, he thinks to himself.

Now the sky’s turning a burnt orange with the clouds creating angelic white rays. It was still brisk, so you rubbed your hands on his thighs this time to warm him and your fingers.

You both sit in silence watching the sun welcome the brand new day, you feel him rest his chin on shoulder while his other hand lets go of the reins. You’re suddenly focusing on the presence of his hand on your stomach, placing your own on his, you wonder how he’d be if you were to be pregnant. You’ve both never spoken about it yet, but you wouldn’t be oppose to it if thats what he’d like. You'd imagine him to be a great father, just like his was.

However you're not sure if you'd be a great mother.

Your parents were stricter, always wanted you to focus on your career instead of wasting time going out with friends. It was tiring, which is why you love being out in the fields. What you do know is that, you'll give them freedom, make them laugh, give them your best, and you'll have Jack by your side, hopefully.

Jack closes his eyes feeling your hand rub his fingers, massaging each knuckle, giving each finger attention. He can’t help but look back at how easily you've managed to always calm him down, he was always rebellious to everyone and causing trouble around town but with you that wasn’t the case.

It was the complete opposite.

You didn't even try to change him really, it was your addicting humor, the ability not to be afraid to call him out, and being honest with him that made him fall for you. He loved your energy, everything about you. It always made him feel young, even now when you wake him up at that butt crack of dawn.

He kisses your cheek whispering softly, “It’s beautiful, I see why you love this, like it's somehow different every time.”

You chuckle to yourself resting your head on the crook of his neck, “That’s how it feels with you actually.”

You dont feel him fidget with his arm inside the coat pocket trying to get the box to open, but he manages to slip the ring into one of his fingers.

Extending that arm out, “You know what else is beautiful?”

You mumble what with your eyes closed facing the sun letting it warm your cheeks when suddenly he pronounces.

“Calling you my wife.”

Your eyes snap open to Jack holding up the most gorgeous emerald ring between his fingers, it has the sun sparkling its gold band imitating white rays like in the sky. The green gem reminds you of the very field you’re on when the sun amplifies the color of the grass, freshly cut.

The one place you felt peace, was now right in front of your eyes being held by the person you taught you how to love.

You’re not sure if the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes are from the way he proposed or that you're about to spend a lifetime together, but you reach for his hand before grabbing the ring.

Your voice cracks failing to form words letting your emotions trickle down your cheeks. You find yourself unable to move clutching hard to Jack’s hand that has the ring.

He whispers feeling his throat raspy, “Is that a yes, sweets?”

You manage to find your words finally.

“Yes of course Jack,” you whisper looking back at him immediately slipping the ring into your left hand.

“I’ll marry you.”

He holds both your hands close to your chest to lean you slightly back to kiss you.

Not as his girlfriend.

But as his wife.

With glossy eyes you look up, “Is this why you’ve been silent these past weeks?”

All you get a breathless laugh leaning his forehead on yours, he simply nods. Your swells thinking of him planning this whole thing and bringing you here to watch the sunrise together.

“Take me home.”

“But the sunrise’s not yet over.”

Your eyes trail passing his lips to his exposed neck, you press your lips feeling his pulse pound against you.

Whispering you say, “You can watch it while I go down on you then.”

You bite onto his neck softly sensing pulse on your tongue this time beat faster.

You did say you were going to get him back.

Almost immediately he hiyahs Delilah to race back home without warning making laugh as you clutch one hand to the horn. You keep the other held onto his hand on wrapped on your stomach, loving the way the ring feels on your finger.

He never once looked up to see the sunset in the sky.

Instead he admired your hand that had the glimmering ring mainting a hold on the base of his cock. He throbbed at the sight while being swallowed by the very lips he kissed not long ago.

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Seconding the 'mob guys watching over Chris for Paul's suggestion!

CW: References to murder/mob organization stuff, references to parental death, grief, referenced past whump of a minor

Every Tuesday at 9 am, just like clockwork, Sean Malley lumbers into a coffeeshop nestled into the corner of a flat featureless strip mall. Contrasting to the pale concrete nothingness of its surrounding, the little coffeeshop is painted  a warm, rich brown along the exterior, with heavy platers spilling over with purple and yellow flowers every few feet until Sean reaches the door.

It’s a welcome bit of individuality along this ring of small strip malls and larger big-box stores kept out of the city proper by a pile of zoning laws too draconian to fight. He’s been coming here for ten years now, more or less, and has seen the little coffeshop through its earliest days struggling for business right to now, where he feels reasonably certain he’ll be dead long before they close this place for good. 

He moves inside, the light immediately warm and slightly dimmed. The scent in the air of freshly roasted coffee beans and baked goods. The cannolis they sell came from him, Sean’s proud of that - his wife had a favorite recipe and he’d given it to them after she passed, hoping for one batch for the service. They’d just kept making them, having one ready for him when he popped in, and... well, they’ve sold them ever since. Even call them Christa’s Cannolis, handwritten in cursive on a little placard. She’d have been tickled pink, he thinks sometimes, to see it. 

One of his knees comes and goes as it pleases these days, giving his step a bit of a shuffle-scrape. He’s smiling, though, and humming as he goes.

Life is good for Sean Malley, all things considered. 

Truth be told, he hadn't actually expected to live this long. Keeping close to Conor and his family had paid off in the early days - just as his instincts had kept him safe when the Garden erupted in in-fighting, too. When the Clean-Up happened, during the Garden’s most vicious in-fighting, Sean had seen half the men he’d watched start as snot-nosed dumbasses taken out one by one, clearing the way for Conor’s fucking grandson to make his play for power.

Those kids who’d run lookout gigs and then moved on to guard duty or work with the cargo coming in... one by one those kids-turned-adults, with families of their own, had been removed from the picture. Fifteen, all told, a bloodbath stretched out over six months - sixteen, of course, if you count how Paul’s murder went all wrong. 

The one comfort had been watching Conor’s grandson lay the groundwork for his own comeuppance the whole time - promising favors for loyalty and then killing the ones he’d promised those favors to. That’s no way to start yourself as leader, and... well.

Trash had been taken out, in the end. Riley Higgs had gotten rid of the poison - and the poison’s friends - and his crew’s a damn sight better than Conor’s grandson’s people had been. 

Riley, for one thing, understands that an organization like the Garden works, in the end, on trust. On being a family.

Don’t kill your family without a good damn reason, now do you? 

Now Riley... he had a good reason. And Sean had made sure Riley Higgs knew a few very important facts that kept him on the man’s good side, and very much alive when the dust settled.

Even if he had did have to live with a bum knee. And back. And his hip’s started twinging every time it rains...

"Morning, Mr. Malley!" His favorite barista calls out, giving him a wave from behind the counter. She's a pretty thing, just cute as a button. Probably in her late twenties but when you’re as old as Sean is, everyone looks like a child playing pretend. 

Still, it always brings a bit of sun in the old man's day to see her bright pink hair before he ever takes his seat. He always tells her she should move on from here, do something with her life other than serve old men their coffee and watch them while away the hours.

But I like it here, Melody always replies, giving a little shrug of her shoulders. I like our regulars, too. Besides, this place pays better than the job I’d get with my actual degree. 

"G'morning to you, Melody!" He calls back, moving to have a seat in his usual spot, sinking gratefully into the plush armchair by the bookshelf in the corner. His favorite coffee table book, a heavy thing full of photos of World War II, is already laid out on the side table next to it, bookmarked where he’d left off last week. "Busy day, today?"

Melody is already heading his way, coffee in hand just how he likes it, one of Christa’s Cannolis on a small plate in the other. Sean’s doctor has been on him about cutting out sugar, and he’s done it just about everywhere else, but he still has his cannoli on Tuesdays. Christa had been so proud of herself when she’d mastered that recipe... 

"Not really,” Melody says with a shrug, breaking into his thoughts. “Just the usual morning rush and a couple college kids, wandered outside but they left their drinks, I figure they’ll come back. One of 'em looks like he got mauled by a real weak bear."

Sean feigns surprise. "Oh, does he now?" He takes a sip of his coffee and sighs happily. "Not too hot. You had it out already, didn't you?"

"I saw your car pull into the lot," Melody says, giving a little it's nothing gesture. “I knew you’d be in, so I kept an eye out for you.”

"You're a doll, Melody, and this place would be lost without you." He presses the twenty-dollar bill into her hand, and when she protests, he shakes his head, adds another ten, and closes her hand firmly around the cash. "Take it, take it. I'm an old man on my own, who've I got to spend it on, huh?"

"You're not that old, Mr. Malley," Melody sighs, an old song and dance between them. “You’ve got grandkids who could use it, too, you know.”

"Ha! Trust that my grandkids never want for anything, Melody. Besides, live the life I've lived, and sixty feels like eighty-two. Go on, then. Cilly'll be along in a bit."

He sits back to drink his coffee as she heads back behind the counter, watching through the front window the cars that pass along the highway, the scattering of people getting in and out of their own vehicles in the parking lot. It's a perfect, and perfectly normal, Tuesday morning. Just like any other.

A perfectly normal Tuesday where one creature of habit makes it a point to get a quick look at another. 

A flash of red catches his eye, and he frowns, watching a bright red Northern cardinal alight on the bench placed outside the shop, preening one wing briefly and then seeming to look towards the lot.

Sean follows its gaze, silently chastising himself for being so utterly taken by a simple bird, but... Northern cardinals are more or less unheard of around here, especially in the city. This one seems to cock its head in his direction. 

"Someone," He mutters to himself, "is a bit lost."

There's a peal of laughter, as the door opens, the little bell on top chiming to announce them, and there they are.

Two young people walking inside, heads tilted together. One of them has thick, wavy black hair, one of those haircuts the younger people like so much now, shaved on the sides but long on top. The younger guys in the Family wear their hair like that now and then. 

Sean thinks he liked it better when everyone kept things neat and tidy, but times change, and the Garden can't stagnate just because an old timer's got opinions. Riley’s take is he’d rather is people look like they could be anybody anywhere, and Sean has to admit the kind of haircut he’d like to see would stick out like a sore thumb.

Both of them are wearing all black head to toe, the black-haired one in a tank top and baggy pants, a large yellow lightning bolt on a cord settled just below their collarbone. Honestly, if he gets past the hair thing, they’re cute as a button, too.

Really, though, he’s not here because of them.

He’s here to get a good look at the young man walking in beside them. 

It’s funny - it’s been nine - ten? - years since he last saw Paul Higgs alive, the day before he and his sweet Ronnie were gunned down in their own home in the night... but tears still prick at the corners of Sean’s eyes when he see the ghost of Paul in his son’s narrow face.

There’d been a joke when the little one first came into the world, that somehow Paul and Ronnie had put together a child where her genetics simply skipped out entirely. He’d been a little clone of Paulie from the start, and he’s different as a man than he’d been as a child lining toy cars up at their feet in the warehouse on Saturdays when Ronnie needed a break.

Sean pulls his phone out, idly scrolling - his daughter had helped him to get Facebook and a couple other things besides, including some kind of app that had his favorite card games. He pretends now to be fascinated by something he sees, but in truth he pulls his camera up and starts recording.

“It, it, it could change everything,” Paulie’s boy is saying, breathlessly excited, hands moving through the air in a blend of gesture and general happiness. “You see? Everything! Make it, it, it-it safer, make... make things better.”

“I know, I know,” The other one replies, deep voice warm and thick with love, and Sean sighs, missing his Christa now more than ever. He consoles himself with a bite of cannoli. “I already told you I’m in, Chris, okay? I’m going to help you. You don’t have to sell me on it.”

Tristan ducks his head with a shy smile, and boy if he isn’t Paul’s spitting image in that, too. Paulie hadn’t smiled much, not like his kid does - maybe that’s what he got from Ronnie - but in a smile like that, well... you could see where he got it from. If you’d known Paul, of course.

Which the kid didn’t, not anymore.

“It could, um, be dangerous though.” They’re barely audible now as they go back to where they left their still-steaming drinks, sitting down on a nearby couch. “Nat’s worried. And, and, and you know Jake-”

“Chris, you could walk across a crosswalk when the light starts blinking and Jake would still worry about you,” The other one teases. Sean knows their name, but right now it won’t quite come to mind, lingering on the tip of is tongue, never quite landing. “It’ll be public, yeah-”

“Telling everyone who... who, who I am.” Tristan starts tapping his fingers on his pants, a peculiar finger-twist-tap-tap-tap gesture that Sean once knew as well as anyone, when the boy was small. But it’s the words, with a hint of nervousness lining them, that get his attention. “The... the whole world’s going to, to, to to-to-... to... to know about Tristan Higgs.”

Now that gets Sean’s attention. He cuts the video, sends it to Riley, and starts a new one. It takes work not to sit up, or drop his cannoli, or in some other way give himself away. 

He knows, then?

How?

Sean looks down at his phone, looking over the scar on Paul’s boy’s forehead, the only remaining evidence of what had been much more visible the first couple times they’d seen him out after it happened. Sean and Cilly had figured maybe a fight - people get into them, really. Paul wasn’t exactly gentle as a lamb, and why would his boy be?

But now... he wondered. His instincts told him the two were related, and of course he knew from the time they’d worked with WRU pretty closely under the table that those memory things they did sometimes failed. Sean had done a fixer job once for someone whose pet had recovered memories too fast and killed a servant in a panic...

“Oh, Paul,” Sean murmurs. “What’d your boy do, hm?”

“I’m, I’m going to to to t-... to tell everyone who I am,” Paul’s boy is saying, leaning forward and taking the hands of the other one in his own, squeezing them tight. “I’m... will, will, will you come with me? When, when I... so someone’s there?”

“What? Holy shit, Chris, go to the Olympics? With you?” They inhale and exhale, blowing some hair from their eyes, and smile. “You should take someone who knows more than I do about all that stuff, Chris, take Jake, or-”

“Jake has has to stay here. To, to protect the house. But... will you come with me?”

Sean cuts the video, sends it to Riley, and this time adds a message.

Olympics are in Chicago this year. What’s Paul Jr. planning?

He feels eyes on him and glances up to find Tristan looking over at him, an expression of uncertainty on his face. Sean’s been watching him for years, popping up in places, the way you sometimes see the same faces at the corner store, the mom-and-pop, a coffeeshop like this one. Now, he watches Tristan look him over, knowing he’s familiar but not knowing why. Part of him, with a pinprick of an old, old grief, wishes Paul’s little boy would recognize him now. 

Most of him knows it’s better if he doesn’t.

Tristan looks away, and goes back to talking, but his voice lowers and now Sean can’t quite pick up what he’s saying beyond a few scattered words. He gets a couple photos of the lovebirds with their head together, sipping coffee, and sends those on to Riley, too.

Job done, he settles back to finish his cannoli and drink his coffee. Tristan and-... Laken, his name suddenly supplies, only an hour after he’d started trying to remember it - get up and leave, Tristan’s arm around Laken’s waist.

Good for the kid, Sean thinks, with a smile. By this age Paul had an elementary school son running around, but you know, it’s good to take your time on these things, and it’s nice to see that all the shit they’ve had to stand back and watch still wraps up nicely into Paul’s boy living a pretty nice life indeed.

His phone dings just as Cilly enters - right on time at 10, like clockwork - and he glances down to open the message from Riley.

I’ll get one of our guys to look into it. This might give us the out on the business I don’t want to be in I’ve been looking for. Kid looks good, looks like Paul. Family genes run deep.

Sean greets Cilly, even older than him but a sight more spry, and glances out the window. The bird’s gone from the bench, of course. The day is bright and shining.

-

In Laken’s car, they’re halfway back to the house Laken shares with their roommates when Chris suddenly sits straight up. “Mr. Malley,” He breathes out, green eyes widening.

Laken jumps - he’d been silent, preoccupied and in thought - and nearly jerks the car into a curb. “Damn, Chris! You scared me. What’d you say?”

“The old guy, in, in, in the the the the-the-... the coffeeshop, who kept looking at, at me.” Chris rocks forward, hands on the dashboard, his eyes staring ahead but not at the road, they’re looking far ahead... or behind himself, back in time and not space, when and not where. “His name’s Mr. Malley. I, I, I knew-... my dad knew, my, my, my dad, my dad-” 

He winces, the headache splitting him apart, and Laken hits their turn signal, pulling into the parking lot of a generic fast food place, swinging into a parking space and turning to look at him. 

“Chris? You okay?”

Chris’s face has gone pale, cold sweat breaking out. It still happens, sometimes, and when they lean over to touch his shoulder he flinches back from them, instinctively.

Laken exhales. “Okay. Ride it out, Chris. Let the memory go if it’s hurting, it’ll come back to you. They all come back now.”

“No! No, I, I, I want-... Mr. Malley knew my dad, I went to-... work, with, with him sometimes, his his his wife babysat me, I... I know him. I knew him. I knew-” He turns to look at them, and they fight the urge to try and touch him again.

Not yet.

“Do you... do you think, think, think he knew me?”

Laken swallows. “I don’t think so. Wouldn’t he have said something, if he recognized you? If he was your dad’s friend? Are you absolutely sure that-”

“Yes, I’m, I’m sure. I know it was him. I, I, I know, he, he, he gave me me me Dinotopia books... for Christmas one year...” Chris jerked in a breath and let it out again, hands going up over his head, folding himself in half until his forehead rested on the dashboard, pressed to the cool molded plastic. “He, he, he, he came to their funeral, he hugged me, he said, you’re too young to to to to have to lose so much, and everyone said-... everyone said stuff I hated but but but not him, he said, he said-”

“Chris, please, don’t hurt yourself doing this-”

“He said grief gets worse before it gets better, and and and and he said-... he said... he said don’t let anyone tell you that R-Ronnie’d want you to to to be strong, she’d want you to scream your head off if you want to, your dad’d be proud if if if if-if... if you told us all to go to hell, and... and and and and it felt like he was the only person who who who knew them at all that day, everyone said, said, said stupid things but not him, not-... not him and not Mr. Cilly, not-... not my Aunt Jo, not anybody, but he-”

Chris chokes on a sob and when Laken throws their arms around him he melts into it this time, crying against their shoulder, the two of them uncomfortably arched over the center console and the gear shift. 

“It’s okay,” Laken whispers, running their fingers over the slowly growing fuzz of his hair. “It’s okay. Let it ride, Chris. It’s okay.”

“He, he, he was my dad’s b-b-best friend-... Why d-didn’t he, if he saw me, why wouldn’t he-... I s-see him all th-the the the time, why doesn’t he know who I am?”

“Maybe he’s like Akio,” Laken says, and feels him trembling under their touch. “Maybe he’s always thought you were dead.”

“I w-was,” Chris whispers “When I, I, I was Baldur. When I was training. When... when I... was good. I was dead.”

“Chris-”

“I was dead,” Chris says, and they kiss his head, helpless to think of anything else to do. “When my p-parents died, I died, too. Mr. Malley made m-me feel like I I I wasn’t. Why didn’t he kn-know me? Why didn’t a-anyone know I was alive?”

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.”

“Hurts,” Chris whispers. “Why, why, why didn’t anyone help me before she she she-... before I was-... why didn’t anyone help me?”

Laken’s own eyes burn, and they draw circles on his scalp with their fingertips. “I can’t answer that,” They say, low and soft. “I’m sorry. But you know you have people who can and will help you now.”

For a while, Chris’s only sounds are sobs, and Laken can only make soft soothing nonsense noises and feel like shit that it’s not enough.

“Ev, everyone knew she-she hated me,” Chris whimpers, and sounds younger than he ever has, and Laken wants to throw a punch or scream and they can’t do either, only sit in the car and glare at people who look in as they walk past. “Everyone.”

“Chris-”

“Everyone knew, why, why, why why why didn’t they stop her?”

-

Back in the coffeeshop, Sean and Cilly are in the midst of an argument about a baseball game that happened 30 years ago when his phone rings. He holds up one finger and picks it up, lifting it to his ear.

“I have a job for you,” Riley says, with his cheerful hint of brogue. Funny, to remember that this part of the family only came here a few decades ago. “It’s a job I know you’ll enjoy.”

“Watching Paul’s boy is my retirement gig,” Sean says amicably. “You know I don’t do the dangerous stuff any longer, Mr. Higgs.”

There’s a silence. “I’m going to do some looking into what you sent me. But in the meantime I need to give you a job, and you’re going to do it.”

“And why is that, Mr. Higgs?”

“Because you’re going to want to do this.”

“What is it, then?”

Another pause.

“I want you to find Joanne Botham.”

Sean thinks of the dour, angry woman who had ignored Tristan in his funeral suit, gathering mourners around her while she sobbed over Ronnie’s loss, Ronnie’s own son alone on a couch staring off into space until Sean himself had sat down and told him, don’t let ‘em say your mom’d be proud of you bein’ stoic today, kiddo. Ronnie’d want you to scream if you felt the urge. 

The kid had looked at him like he’d been given water in the desert, a starving man offered a bowlful of broth. Mr. Malley?

People will say a lot of real stupid stuff to you today, Sean had said. His eyes had gone to Joanne Botham, and Ronnie’s sister’s icy glare when she looked at her own nephew had made his blood run cold with anger even then. Likely in the future, too. But you just remember Paul and Ronnie weren’t saints. And they’d never want you to be, either. I’m sorry for your loss, Tris. No one on God’s earth has loved their kid like yours loved you. Should’ve seen his face when he told us your mom was pregnant with you. Could’ve lit the world with all the sunshine there.

A clap on the back, a whispered thank you, and that had been the last day Sean Malley had ever seen Tristan Higgs alive.

Until, of course, Riley had told him there was a boy living in a pet liberation safehouse who looked remarkably like Paul. Until, of course, Riley had shared that he’d known Tristan Higgs was alive all along. Until, of course, Sean had been told he couldn’t make a move because WRU was protecting all the players who had stolen his friend’s kid. 

Until... now.

“Mr. Higgs?” His voice drops, and Cilly sits up, alarmed at the sudden change in tone. 

“You heard me. Find Joanne Botham. I have a feeling we are about to get the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.”

The phone goes dead on the other end, and Sean slowly sets it down, finishing his second cup of coffee in a gulp. Then he looks at Cilly, and starts to smile. 

“Riley’s got work for us,” He says, and when Cilly’s eyebrows raise he doesn’t wait for him to ask for more. “Don’t worry. You’re going to like it. Finally get to do what we should have done ten fucking years ago.”

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Moments Of Bliss

Summary- 3.1k Paul Diskant x You. (Street Kings AU) One of Paul’s rare days off, he surprises you in bed with one of your favorite treats. Warnings- Smut. Female receiving oral. 

A/N- this is pure self indulgence for myself because 1. I love the idea of biting on a mans chain, one mans chain specifically. Its just a overall weakness I have, wanna know what its like? Anyone who knows me knows I’m a sucker for Mike’s suspenders, its exactly like that seeing that chain. 2. Paul Diskant doesn't typically get a lot of stories. But I enjoyed him and his story and I aim to give him something better then he got in Street Kings. 

You rolled in bed and was not surprised to find Paul’s spot slowly cooling. Although a glance at your bedside clock showed 7:30 am, which for you was early, it was sufficiently late for Paul. You moaned into your pillow and contemplated going back to sleep for another half hour. It's not like either of you actually had anywhere to go, and you sighed in content as you hugged his pillow to your chest and buried your face into the softness, the house so damn quiet in the morning hours. Typically now Paul would be rushing around the bedroom to gather his badge, wallet and suit jacket before leaning over you to give you a quick kiss before out the door, not wanting to be late.  

Today you could hear the tap tap tap of the bathroom tub, the creak of the floorboard in the kitchen that expanded once in a while and rubbed squeakily. Outside the window, people were starting their cars and rushing to turn down their radios, clearly not the same person as they were the night before with the blasting music. 

You also heard the front door swing open and a soft whistle float through the house. You hid a smile into that pillow and buried further under the comforter as the sound of feet descended the stairs towards the bedroom, and the door creaked open to Paul coming in with a pink bakery box, smirking to himself when he saw you wriggle in bed to get comfortable once more. 

“Y/N, you know you wanna get up.” Paul set the box down at the end of the bed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, lifting the blanket up so that he could look down at you with your hair all over the pillow, your face buried from the light and a groan spilling from you, muffling your voice into the pillow.

“Paul It’s too early. Leave me alone.” you grumbled, trying to pull away from him to the other side, but his hand was firm on your hip, holding you in place and easing you to turn. 

“I got your favorite.” He tried once more, easing you to your back and you blinked up at him. His grin crooked as he looked down at you and he tilted down to place a teasing kiss on your lips, a slight press of tongue and teeth which tasted sweet, a bit of grit from unmelted sugar on his bottom lip was sure to pass on to you and when he pulled away, the dart of your tongue traced your lip, your eyes narrowing at him. 

“You eating donuts without me Detective?” You contemplate sneaking the blanket over your head before Paul can tempt you further, but he pulls open the box to show the delectable homemade treats. A couple donuts, but the one your eyes fell onto was the plump boston creams that were covered in a thick chocolate ganache coating and filled with the most decadent rich cream. Paul knew they were your forever weakness. 

“Sounds like you are the detective, not me.” He smirks as he waves the box just out of reach and you have to shift to reach in and take your prize. Moving to a sit and plucking out the treat, you grin at him. 

“They can't pay me enough at the precinct to hire me.” You purred as you squeeze the baked treat just a bit and dip your finger in the filling dribbling out. Paul set the box aside and snorted seeing you enjoying the first swipe of your finger through the cream filling. Popping your finger in your mouth, your eyes roll up dramatically as you moan around your finger. “Best thing I've ever had.” 

You can tell by the knowing smirk on his face and the glint in his eyes that immediate dirty thoughts went through his mind as he hovered over you, pressing you back against the pillows while he looked you up and down. You snapped a bite in your breakfast while settling back down. “That's what you said to me last night on your knees baby, so which is better? Me or that Boston Cream?” 

Your eyes drifted from the donut and then back up at him. “It’s up for debate at the moment, this is pretty fucking good.” You hold it up to him to take a bite, which he does. The chocolate smears on his bottom lip, and you tilt your head up to catch his mouth, your tongue rolling in the sweetness to mix with his own natural taste. An intoxicating mix, your teeth nipped eagerly at him which caused an illicit groan to fall from Paul into your mouth. He pressed his hand against the side of your face, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to tilt you up closer, taking his time to savor you. With a groan he pulls up to a kneel, his arm going over his shoulder to grasp his shirt and shuck it over his head. 

You are taking one last bite of your donut before tossing it back into the box nearby, your eyes skating appreciatively over Paul's naked torso. Years of being on the force before he was made detective kept his body firm. Under your gaze, his muscles flexed and a cocky grin formed on his face. “Liking what you see?” 

You wrap your legs around his slender hips and reach up to wrap your hand in the dangling chain resting against his chest. “Get your ass down here Diskant.” you giggle and he falls over you with a grunt, hands on either side of your head. 

“Yes Ma’am.” he teased while nipping against your lips before traveling down your neck, his hand pushing your sleep tank up over your head so he could keep chaining kisses down your body while grinding his hips into yours. 

Your hands tugged impatiently at his belt while you threw your head back, his mouth wet heat against your breasts as he kept chaining kisses and sucking on the curve of your breast in that way he knew would make you arch into him, asking for more. “Paul, it's your day off.” You whined out, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you tried to work his belt open. “Why did you even wear these.” 

Lapping at a nipple and sinking teeth around it, he smirked and pushed your hands away from the buckle. “To make you all impatient Sweetheart...” He flicked the buckle open and pulled himself up to yank his belt out of the loops and held out his hand for yours. You willingly held out your hands so he could wrap the leather to lope around your wrists and tighten. Pulling your hands up to the headboard, he wrapped the other end around and knotted it, restraining you. 

You tested it, pulling on your arms and twisting your hands a moment while he fell back over you, his pendant bouncing cooly off your heated skin while he kissed you breathless, already the ache to rub your hands over his back making you wriggle and tug again at your restraint. “You're playing dirty.” You accuse and he rolls a muscled shoulder with a wink. 

“I know you like it.” His hands ran down your side to stretch your out, sliding down the bed while hooking fingers into your sleep shorts and drawing them down your legs to ditch them over his shoulder. There was just something that made you squirm watching him work his way down your body, the drag of his pendant along the center of your body, hot mouth chasing after it. Wide shoulders spread your thighs apart, the bristles of his chin pressing against your inner thighs. You pressed your feet against the mattress to arch your hips up, an urgent request for him to touch you where you needed him. 

Blue eyes glinted up at you, the tick in his jaw showing his amusement at your still demanding nature, even when he took away your ability to touch. “Where do you want me baby? Here?” He flexed his fingers around your hips while nipping just below your belly button. 

“Paul…” You hummed in warning. 

“Maybe here?” his tongue trailed over the top of your mound, but refusing to go lower yet. “Mmh, I can smell how turned on you are Pretty Girl.” Moving his hands to your thighs, he spread them further, now leaving marks on your quivering inside thighs. You groaned above him, rocking yourself as much as possible. 

“I swear to god Diskant… if you dont-” 

Your words were cut off when he buried his mouth against your center, running his tongue along your folds. Changing your tone from frustrated to excited. Your thighs strained wider for him, his tongue spearing into your channel to make your walls flutter around him and threw your head back when he played with your clit, driving you wild with the suckling tugs against the nerves. “- Yes, just like that.” You moaned, your fingers twisting into the leather belt holding them above your head. Head tipping back while sucking on your bottom lip, eyes closed to just enjoy the feeling of his mouth on you. Flutters rolled through your abdomen the higher he brought you. 

A thick digit pressed into you, grasping heatedly around him as he striked a fingertips against your velvet fluttering walls, slick escaping you that he cleaned enthusiastically. “I think tying you up Pretty Girl really turns you on. You are so wet and wanting.” He added another finger to stretch you, scissoring you open even as hard as you clenched around him while he twisted his wrist, seeking to make you cum for him. “You are clenching so hard, fuck its going to feel good when my cock is buried deep in this sweet pussy.” 

His words made you that much more heated, your belly tightening trying to hold back from coming too soon, but it was all in vain cause as soon as he pressed against the sweet spongy spot deep inside, you cried out, letting Paul know he had it.  

He was relentless, pumping faster till he had you coming all over his hand, those spiraling coils snapping your nerves till you were tugging harder at your hands and tensing to bed your back. “Oh god, oh fuck” You sagged back into the bed and Paul shook his head, sucking on his drenched fingers as he fell in between your hips, the zipper of his slacks biting into your skin while he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop. “Better then anything from that bakery.” 

You opened one eye and licked at your lips to moisten them. “Oh I don’t know. That donut was pretty amazing.” He narrowed his eyes at you while shifting over your body and worked his zipper open and pants to slide down his waist enough to release his erection. Tapping his hand against your thigh to lift them around his hips. You shifted your body underneath him to wrap both legs around his hips and Paul nipped at your lips, sliding his tongue around yours with a forceful claim, groaning in the kiss. You caught a heady taste of your own arousal smeared against his tongue and it made your stomach clench in anticipation. 

“I will be the judge of that Sweetheart.” His hand digging into the round muscle of your ass to tilt you towards him. His cock sliding up and down through your folds, tip pressing just inside of you. Palming a breast, to keep your senses swarming, Paul chained kisses against your jaw. Nipping and huffing against your pulse that made you throw your head to the side so he would keep going, a roll of his hips burying himself thickly into you. Drag of his thick cock, throbbing veins dragging against your swollen walls that had you fluttering around him to stretch for him. “Fuck your just so hot and tight Pretty Girl.” He hissed against you as he started to thrust harder with soft grunts. His body curling over yours, tight, taunt and primed. One hand lifted enough to grab over your hands above him and arched himself up to get leverage for harder deeper strokes pounding into you, your eyes drifted up with fluttering lashes to feel your breath escape your lungs. His shoulders bunched above you, the tendons in his neck prominent as his jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut as he got lost in feeling you take him. Your fingers twisted against the leather belt, nails biting into Paul's palm with an urgency. Just above your face the saint pendant you had purchased him bounced and glistened in the morning light. You felt the urge to feel the bite of the metal between your teeth, heavy on your tongue. Jerking your head up, you grabbed the chain bouncing with a curl of your tongue and drew it between your teeth to bite down. 

Metallic and a touch salty with the taste of Paul’s skin flooded your mouth. It gritted between your teeth unforgiving and relished feeling it clash against your teeth. The sharpness of the chain dug into the back of Paul’s neck, making him grunt at the feeling while dropping down to his elbow at the side of your head, glancing down to see you biting his chain. “Fuck Dahlin’ your so fucking hot.” He sputtered while fisting his hand in your hair, sharply tilting your head back while he sped up, watching you struggle to hold onto his chain and cry out when he hit your g spot. “Thats right Love, fuck- just cum all over my dick. I can feel you want to.” 

You did, your hands tugging at the belt and your body arched into his till he drove it back into the mattress. Clenching around him and whipping your head to the side, Paul hissed against your shoulder and bit down while he sought his own ending, giving dirty grinds with his pelvis. 

Spirals of heat tightened your body, your mouth falling open, his chain falling loose to wetly press between your chests while Paul fell over top of you, heated ribbons of cum spilled into you, both of you sweaty and limp tangled together. 

Your arms shook above you tiredly and all you could feel was Paul's weight pressing down on you, his own breaths still ragged and gasping. Loosening your legs around his waist and sliding a foot against the back of his thighs, you tilted your face into his hair, the soft bristles tickling your nose and lips while you whispered. 

“I'm going to be feeling you for days.” You hummed and he chuckled against your shoulder, planting his elbow against the bed to roll off you a bit and rub at your side. 

“Then I'm going to say I did my job.” 

You rolled your eyes at his cocky response, shaking your arms a bit so the headboard rattled. “Efficiently Diskant, might give you a raise after you untie me.” 

Pulling out of you and pushing himself up to work on the belt, unlooping it from its knot and once it was loose enough, your arms sunk back down to your body, making you groan in relief. He moved to a sit next to you and started rubbing at your upper arms while you worked your wrists back and forth. “I'm just doing my duty Love, no need to pay me. Are your wrists okay?” 

Pushing against him to fall back against the bed, you scramble to straddle him with a smirk, your foot accidentally kicking the box of donuts off the bed long forgotten now. “I would have told you if I needed you to let me go Handsome. Fine, no raise, but I think you're going to like this better anyways.” You start making your way down his body while looking up at him through your lashes and Paul's eyes grew wide. 

“Second thought, I will happily take this anyday.” 

The day wore on with you two taking advantage of Paul’s rare day off, tiredly you both ended up on the couch that evening with take out boxes scattered on the coffee table and the television playing on the ID channel. It had become a game for the two of you to try to guess the killer. Paul’s fingers danced up your back while your head rested on his stomach. “You know it's the neighbor. Only reasonable suspect.” Paul announced and you scoffed. 

“Excuse me? It's the father in law and his new wife. All the signs are there.” 

Paul seemed to contemplate what you were saying and finally huffed out. “Perhaps, I'm still saying ten bucks on the neighbor.” 

“You are on Diskant.” You chuckled against the soft cotton of his shirt. Your arm squeezing around him a bit tighter in an all over content feeling, thinking about your early morning wake up which you were still feeling in your shoulders and upper arms. As if he knew, his touch went to your shoulder, rolling his fingers against your shoulder blades and up to the little knot below your neck. 

You gave a soft moan in satisfaction that made him press down harder, rolling it under his fingertips. “That feels good…” 

“I can tell. Still sore Baby?” He brushed his fingers through your hair and you rolled to your back so you could look up at him, shaking our head. 

“Only the good kind of sore. I swear.” You wiggled your nose up at him playfully and he chuckled. 

“Okay if you say so. Anything I can get you? I'm going to go grab a beer.” He shifted and you pulled yourself up, giving it some serious thought. When he moved to a stand, you nodded. 

“Yea, can you go get our donuts off the bedroom floor? I still have half a boston cream in there.” 

He arched a brow while heading up the stairs, smirking a bit. “Thought you got enough cream earlier baby?” 

You flipped him off while sticking out your tongue before turning back to the tv show. “It wasn't as much as you think.” Causing him to laugh while going up the stairs. You paid attention to the show and sighed when they announced who the killer was. You should have known Paul was going to figure out who actually killed the victim. 

As Paul came back in, dropping the box of donuts on the coffee table and falling down on the couch next to you while unscrewing the top to his Samuel Adams. “You called it, totally the neighbor.” You leaned forward to grab the box and Paul shrugged. 

“Those detective skills finally kicked in Pretty Girl.” 

You flipped open the box top and grabbed your forgotten desert, settling back in your previous spot with your head pillowed on his stomach, resuming the tv program. “Yeah yeah, you just got lucky this time.” 

#amber writes #sweater writes #paul diskant #paul diskant au #street kings #street kings au #chris evans characters #paul diskant x reader #not marvel #fan fic

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Richard, man of contradictions..

In the past i did some rammblings on

Olli the balanced

My take on Till

Paul - the chameleon - Landers

(and for some reason i think i did Flake as well, but i can't seem to find it) (i blame tumblr.. 😁)..and i always wanted to do one on Richard, but for some reason that appeared a lot more difficult.. i think it's because he seems to be a man of contradictions..

'the only rockstar in the band' 《》 not nearly as much in the public eye as other musicians (or some bandmates)

needs 'drama' (even sometimes creates it) 《》 would like it best if the others just went along with him

very much into sex and drugs and rock&roll 《》 seemingly quite happy to just hang out at home and work

very fickle in relationships (work, but i think also privatly) 《》 absolutely devoted to his family and (very close) friends

very much aware of appearance&looks 《》 happy to go out (and publish photos of himself on IG) in the same casual outfit he has been wearing for ages (and even a reasonbly priced one at that)

confident in defending his work against the others' criticism 《》 a worrier, always thinking it isn't good enough, wanting to do more..to do better..

wanting his privacy 《》 oversharing in many an interview about what he thinks and how he feels at that moment (and having several indiscreet girlfriends and relatives sharing bits of his private bubble on social media)

not being a teamplayer 《》 wanting to work in a team (otherwise he'd have quit Rammstein a long time ago)

..and i think these contradictions also echo in his relationships with his bandmates..

Till

imo Richard simultanously looks out for and looks up to Till, getting him with the band as a singer, seeing his potential, and also very much wanting Till's input and opinion on his work, playing it for him before he shares it with the other 4. There have been many years where in every random Richard interview you can find, he gushes about Till in some way or other.

But also: Till imo is not a fan of the drama and Richard not necessarily understands and/or agrees with Till's work (imo Till's 'love of pain' is not Richard's cup of tea) and while he very much likes for Till to pursue his own music too (like Richard does), he would also like to just hang out with him more, just the two of them..

Flake

In a way seemingly two polar opposites; two people you'd never expect in one band together (not even in one musical genre), imagewise: Richard the 'slick diva/rockstar', Flake the 'mock-grumpy local pubdweller/storyteller', you can't get more down to earth than Flake (or you'd be underground), while 'down to earth' is probably the one thing you'd never associate with Richard.

In reality though, and certainly in more recent years, they do appreciate eachother, Flake saying nice things about Richard in his podcast (that he's such a prolific creator, touching on one of the things that are actually important to Richard), Richard (and his family) actually listening to Flake's podcast (no not just that one 😊) and imo liking the fact that with Flake you always know what you can expect.

Olli

I have a feeling that Olli's quiet confidence works very well with Richard, it balances things out, steadies him a bit, and though Olli likes his privacy a lot as well (but different from Richard actually manages to achieve that) and we know very little about their actual relationship, when they interact it always seems 'real' and never forced or played-for-the-fans.

But Olli is not a pushover, and will speak his mind if he doesn't agree with Richard, and if Richard gets too muddled in his own importance, imo he'd just ignore him until Richard tones things down again.

Schneider

Schneider filled in many roles in the band-to-Richard dealings: joining in wanting to do new stuff, putting Richard in his place when he takes it too far, mediator between the others (and sometimes plain 'parenting' if needed), being one of the most adamant in putting the blame in the Mutter-era-drama, goofing around as one of the boys...

But also.. they do see eachother privately on occassion (maybe Richard sees the others too, but from Richard/Schneider there's actually evidence of it 😉). They do yoga together before a show (and have for some years), and on stage they clearly have the drummer-guitarist relationship that you have in a rockband and which (imo) with the rest of the strings-section keeps Rammstein to still be a rockband (aside from the show, the theater, the performance).

Paul

(as you might already have guessed from some other posts on this blog, for me the most inspiring of the inter-Rammstein-relationships 🍀)

Often a difficult relationship, explosive, aggravating, in a way it wasn't always obvious they would manage to remain bandmates for over 25 years, I'm sure both have on occassion wondered if it was still worth it. Paul's skill in spotting a weak spot in another person probably often triggered Richard's fighting spirit and the feeling to defend his work. And just like in his wrestlingmatches, Richard was never one to sit back and let a fight develop, calculating his next move, but quickly chose the attack; often resulting in leaving his defense open for his opponent to counterattack... thus creating a weak spot, for Paul to dig in to, and so it continued..

At the very beginning though Richard mentioned Paul as (paraphrasing) 'he completes me', their work in the early days (before and at the start of Rammstein) was very much an addition to the other's, and they have the same hunger for new stuff, creating something and performing.. and after many years of quarrelling learned (with some therapy i think) to listen to eachother again and even have new found appreciation. And while on stage i'm sure Paul often thinks Richard is too serious, and Richard is annoyed when Paul misses cues when he goofs around too much, imo Richard loosening up a bit is actually under the influence of Paul's interactions.

That, and that they are both the more natural huggers of the band, which the others i'm sure don't mind, they take out on eachother rather than on them 🤗

#rammblings #long post sorry #richard man of contradictions #richard kruspe #rammstein

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Obsession Embry Call chapter 10

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off the next morning. I roll over and unplug it before I pick it up. “Hello?” I didn’t bother to see who was calling me so early. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Sorry for waking you up.” Embry didn’t sound so apologetic but hearing his voice perked me up anyway. “Its all good. How was your night?” I hope he had a good night, he deserves it. “I had a pretty good patrol with Quil. How was your night, beautiful?” I blush at his complement. “I had a good night, slept pretty good. You haven’t gotten any sleep have you?” I start to feel bad realizing he has been working all night. “I got off when the sun came up. I went to sleep for a few hours before I called you. It is nine so I will probably take a nap before I pick you up.” I feel better knowing he got to have some sleep. “So what time are you picking me up today then?” I couldn’t be more excited to see him again even though it has only been a few hours since I saw him. “ I was going to pick you up around one if that was okay with you. I figured we could go grab lunch and hang out a little before we went over to Sam’s house.” I smile at the thought of seeing him alone before we saw everyone else. “That sounds great to me. I am looking forward to seeing you. “ I want to say I miss him but I don’t want to sound too needy. “ I miss you. I am looking forward to seeing you too.” Apparently he was feeling what I am. “Well have a good nap and I will see you in a few hours Em.” I don’t want to hang up but I need to start getting ready and he needs to get some sleep. “Hmm, Em, I like it when you call me that. Have a good day, beautiful, I will see you in a few hours.” I smile and blush again at his compliment. “Goodbye Em.” “Goodbye beautiful”

I get out of bed and go down stairs to eat breakfast with my family. My dad had chocolate chip pancakes and bacon waiting for me at my spot. “Good morning. Breakfast looks great, thank you so much.” I sit down and start to dig in. “I know they are your favourite so I thought I would start your day on the right foot. My dad smiled at me and then leaned over to kiss my mom. They seemed to be getting along better these days. I know everything was tense after Cade passed away so it is nice to see things start to seem a little normal again. “So what time is Embry picking you up today?” My mom asked between bites of her own pancakes.”He is picking me up at one so we can go to lunch before we meet up with his friends.” Just thinking about spending the day with him brought a smile to my face again. “Well I hope you have a good time with him. I just really am happy to see you smile again.” My dad says while giving me a hug then going back to his pancakes. Once we finished I helped clean up and do the dishes. I finished around 10 so I headed up stairs to give myself a manicure and pedicure. I have yet to figure out what I am going to wear today but I figured it couldn’t hurt to have all my bases covered. But then I remembered where we live and that the chances of it being sunny outside again were slim thus rendering my pedicure unlikely to be seen but at least I feel good.

After getting my nails done I head over to my closet to try to decide what I want to wear today. After destroying my organizational system I decided on black ripped skinny jeans, a white floral print top and my black high top converse. I went down stairs to ask my mom if she would mind french braiding my hair for me. “Of course I will. It has been so long since you asked me to do that for you. Go grab your things and let's get started.” I rush back upstairs to grab my brush and hair tie. When I get back downstairs my mom is waiting for me on the couch and I sit next to her with my back facing her. I relax as she starts to brush my hair. It was such a simple act, for her to do my hair. But I could tell it meant a lot to her. I hadn’t realized how long it has been since she has done this for me. It was nice to just spend some time with her again. I will have to make sure it is a priority moving forward.

Once my hair was all done and I got dressed I decided to do my makeup. I did a little bit of concealer, blush, highlighter, eyeliner, and mascara. After about an hour of trying to do my wings on my eyeliner in a way that they look somewhat similar I got them to work well enough. I check the clock and it is almost time for him to come. I spray on a little bit of perfume and put on my necklace and grab my purse and double check that I have my keys and my phone. I pull out the first book I find on my bookshelf and start reading to pass the time a little. The next thing I know I hear someone knocking on the front door so I slam my book shut and toss it on my bed, shut off the lights and rush downstairs. “He isn’t going to leave without you, you don’t need to rush and break your neck” my dad shouts from the living room. My mom was at the door with Embry in the entryway with a big smile on his face with a bouquet of flowers.

“I will put them in a vase and put them by your bed. You two go enjoy your evening. It was so nice to see you Embry dear.” My mom said while pulling Embry into a hug. I smiled at him while he hugged her back. “Bye mom and dad I will see you later.” I call as I walk out the door. Embry stops and looks at me for a moment. “You really do look absolutely beautiful.” he says before he leans down and kisses me gently and I recall all the kisses from yesterday. He walks me to the car and opens my door for me and races over to the other side. He slides his hand into mine and we drive to the little diner everyone goes to. As usual he opens my door for me and his hand finds mine once again. We get seated at a booth and he sits right next to me. I can feel his thigh pressed against mine and all I can focus on is how incredibly warm he is. I can feel the warmth from him spreading throughout my body.

We order our meals which means a burger and fries for Embry and a club sandwich for myself. We decided to be cheesy and share a strawberry milkshake. I liked how easy it felt to be around him. He just makes me feel safe. We ate our lunch while talking about anything and everything. Once we finished our meal and paid we had a little bit more time to kill before we needed to meet up with the pack. We decided to go for a drive. He placed his hand on my leg and looked over at me and smiled. I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. He turns up the music a little bit and I just zone out and enjoy the peace.The next thing I know Embry is chuckling and shaking me awake. ”I am so sorry. I guess I got so comfortable I must have dozed off. I really am sorry.” He just smiles at me and shakes his head. “It's fine, I don’t mind. I am sure you needed the rest. Plus it was funny to hear you talk in your sleep.” He gets out of the car and opens my door for me. I realize we arrived at Sam and Emily’s house. I would have to ask him later what I said in my sleep. I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing. We arrive at the door and are greeted by everyone. Sam smiled warmly at me and Emily gave me a nice big hug. Quil, Jared, and Seth each gave me a nice big hug. Leah smiled at me and Paul nodded at me. Jake gave me the biggest hug out of them all which resulted in him picking me up leaving my legs dangling and my ribs probably a bit bruised. Everyone laughed when he put me down and I rubbed my sore ribs. Once steadily on my feet I found my natural place at Embry’s side.

He put his arm around me and pulled me in. He whispers in my ear. “ You really do look beautiful. I am glad you came with me tonight.” His breath tickles my ear and makes me shiver. The boys whistle and laugh “He is probably saying something about the hot making out they did last night. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it while we were on patrol last night.” Jared said which humiliated me to no end. I bury my face in Embry’s shirt to hide my blushing. I forgot they told me about the wolf mind reading. I don’t like the thought of them seeing me do something so intimate with him. “It is about time he got some action. He has been thinking about her for a while. It was all he could think about and I am sure he will keep thinking about it more.” Quil decides to throw in his two cents on the subject. I grew even hotter than I thought was possible. “Hey knock it off! Stop embarrassing her. You can clearly see she is uncomfortable so lay off.” A deep stern voice rumbled out of Embry’s chest. I had never heard him sound so firm. I am glad he said something to stop them. It was getting to be too much. They take their turns giving their apologies. “It is okay I forgive you. Just please don’t do it again.” They each give me a hug. “ I will make sure they don’t give you a hard time again.” Jake says with a fake stern look at them then throws his arm around me. “Okay guys let's eat. Ladies first. Once the boys dig in there is no guarantee there will be food left.” Embry says as she leads the way to the kitchen.

I place a nice serving of lasagna and salad on my plate with a piece of garlic bread. It looked so amazing. And I eyed a beautiful looking chocolate cake that I am sure will be for dessert tonight. We all find a place to sit either on the floor or the couch or the dining room table. I am sitting on the floor in front of Embry while he is on the couch. I lean up against his legs just to be close to him. After dinner we decide to start by playing Uno. I am seated on Embry’s lap while we try to hide our cards from each other. And when he told me how competitive the boys are I didn’t expect what I saw today. Paul was laughing evilly at everyone else as he kept throwing down his plus twos and fours. Jake was pouting and Quil and Jared were bickering. Sam was focused on Emily with a big smile on his face. He kept placing kisses on her cheek while she kept dishing back what Paul was doing to everyone else. I was more focused on the feeling of Embry rubbing small circles on my thigh just above my knee. But in the end Emily won which left Paul sulking dramatically.

After Uno we decided to take a break and eat some of the cake. Well I guess we ended up eating all of the cake. I sat on Embry’s lap and we shared a piece of cake. We took turns feeding each other which earned us a lot of eye rolls and groans from the guys and Leah. “Don’t let them stop you or embarrass you. I think you guys are cute.” Emily said with a warm smile. She was snuggled up next to Sam and he looked so content as he always does around her. I smiled back at her and gave Embry a kiss. After we all finished the cake it was time to play Jenga. Which is a disaster waiting to happen considering how clumsy I am. Add being nervous to the mix and we are bound for failure. But once again the guys got very competitive to the point of them focusing so hard on messing each other up it left me to be able to focus on myself.

It was Seth's turn and Quil ended up yelling in his ear, leading Seth to fall on the blocks thus losing and probably injuring himself in the process. Everyone else laughs while Leah goes to check on him. Upon discovering that he is indeed okay she shoves Quil off the arm of the cough where he was perched laughing his ass off. He landed with a big thump on the floor. Once we restacked the blocks it was my turn to go and I very carefully removed a block successfully which earned me a kiss from Embry. I smiled at him as he went and grabbed a block with much more ease and less concentration than I did. I wish I could be that calm about anything but that just isn’t me. Of course he was successful at not knocking over the blocks.

It was Leah’s turn next and she had her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully grabbed her chosen block. Then it was Sam's turn and Emily giggled as she playfully pushed him causing his very large hand to knock over the block tower. We all laughed as he sighed playfully and leaned over to kiss Emily and start tickling her. She laughed and flailed as he continued to tickle her. Finally things settle and we rebuild the tower once again. Jake goes first and very carefully pulls his block out. Jared then goes and is successful. It gets to Paul and he narrowly avoids knocking the tower over. Emily goes and takes her block so gracefully. I go to take my block but I am so shaky I knock it over. While everyone laughs Embry smiles and kisses me and whispers in my ear. “It's okay, nice try love.” He pulls back and places a kiss at my hairline. We decide to switch to playing LIfe which is a personal favourite of mine.

I have never played games with this number of people so I wasn’t used to it taking so long but time flew by. The next thing I know it is midnight and Seth is screaming because he won and Emily and Sam are curled up on the couch giving each other love eyes. I am sitting on the floor between Embry’s legs with my back leaning against his chest. I can feel his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. Quil, Jared, Paul, and Jake are bickering because Seth won. It was then decided that we would get ready to leave. I help clean up so we don’t leave them with a mess. Embry takes my hand as we walk to the car. “How would you feel about a stop at the beach before I take you home? Just so we can spend a little time alone before I drop you off.” I smile and nod. I like the idea of ending my night with some alone time with Embry before I had to go home. He drove us to the beach with his hand on my thigh as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the music playing in the background. Once we arrive I take off my shoes and enjoy the feeling of sand between my toes and Embry’s hand on the small of my back.

We find a little spot and take a seat. “Did you have a good night?” He asks nervously. I smile at him. “Your friends really are amazing. I feel like I finally have a brother again. I like being around the craziness. It can be a tad bit overwhelming but my house is so quiet. It is nice to laugh and play around. It really does feel like a family.” He looked relieved at my answer. I lean in and kiss him. It feels like it has been forever since we kissed. He puts his hand in my hair and gently pulls at my roots. I try to get as close to him as possible. I end up sitting on his lap again and his other hand is in the back pocket of my skinny jeans. My hands trail down his chest. He unattached his lips from mine and started kissing down my neck. I gasp at the feeling and move to give him easier access. After a little bit I manage to pull myself off of him and sit back down in the sand next to him. The whole lets take things slow has gone so far out the window. I am trying to fight the internalized misogyny I am feeling about this. I feel like I shouldn’t be moving this fast with him because it makes me look bad. But I don’t want to judge others for how fast they move. Also we are designed to be together so I don’t think there is any concern of him leaving me. I guess I should just do what I want and not stress myself out so much on the timeline.

“I am sorry if I am sending mixed signals. I know I said I wanted to take it slow and I clearly haven't been taking it very slow.” He just smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. “You don’t need to apologize. I am in no rush at all. But I very much enjoy what we have been doing. I am good with whatever you want to do or whatever pace you are comfortable moving at. Just do whatever you want and I will be here.” And with that we decided to head home because it is so late. Once we get to my house he opens my door for me and walks me to the front door. I give him a big hug and just let him hold me for a minute. I look up at him and kiss him gently. He pulls back after a minute and kisses my forehead. “ I will call you tomorrow, maybe we can hang out again if you would like that.” I nod aggressively. “Of course I want to hang out with you!” I kiss him again. “Have a good night beautiful.” “Goodnight Em.” and then I head to bed with my head full of all the kissing we did tonight and hoping for more tomorrow.

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[mrepstein]

The Beatles Book Monthly (No. 5, December 1963)

‘A TALE OF FOUR BEATLES’ by Billy Shepherd

PART IV (PART I // PART II // PART III)

Part IV opens in June, 1961 and charts Brian Epstein's early involvement with the Beatles.

And so the Beatles, with two experience-garnering trips to Germany behind them, got back to Liverpool. A swingin’ scene... and they were very much a part of it. It was the end of June, 1961.

But though they liked having more money to spend, they hadn’t the foggiest idea of just how much they were worth. The offers came in. Anything between £6 and £14 was the pay-packet, to be shared between Messrs. Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and drummer Pete Best.

“We just didn’t know,” admits George. “We loved the work, the excitement. We didn’t realise we were often being exploited. But it was hard work and somehow we didn’t seem to have much money in the kitty after we’d kept our equipment up to scratch...”

July, 1961, could go down as a summit meeting in Merseybeat history. A steamy, summery, shimmery night at Litherland Town Hall. A young promoter named Brian Kelly announced his attraction: The Beatmakers.

George Harrison was on lead guitar. Paul McCartney on rhythm. John Lennon on piano. Drummers were Pete Best and Freddie Marsden. Les Maguire operated on saxophone, Les Chadwick on bass guitar - and Gerry Marsden nipped on and off behind a big grin to take the vocals.

Gerry and the Pacemakers and the Beatles had linked up. For one night only and for a fee which is the smallest fraction of what they’d command for such a show now.

It led to friendships between the group members... but it didn’t seem to be leading to that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for the Beatles.

Says John: “We went on knocking ourselves out night after night but somehow there was a bit of frustration creeping in to it all. It didn’t seem to be leading anywhere.”

But the audiences were greatly appreciative.

Says Paul: “We started accepting dates further south. We got pretty near London on some of them. No change of material for us - still the stuff that went down so well in Germany. But we were veering away from the leather gear. Don’t make this sound big-headed, but the fact is that a lot of other groups were copying the way we looked on stage. So we changed to more ordinary clothes for a while.”

But in September, depression set in. Paul and John took themselves off to Paris for a holiday. They remember being flat broke. Remember having to search through every pocket to rake up enough francs for a Coke. Now, of course, they can go where they please and not count the cost.

And George and Pete stayed on in Liverpool, virtually lost to the Beat scene. Ray McFall, owner of the Cavern Club remembers seeing Messrs. Harrison and Best around the lunch-time sessions but they seemed dispirited. They took a lot of persuading even to join in on the impromptu roar-ups.

Let well-known Liverpool show compere Bob Wooler fill in the background to this black spot in the Beatles’ history.

“I’ve known the boys since the early days. I’ve been a long-time admirer. What they really needed was a manager in those far-off days. They seemed content not to argue about the fees they were offered. And they didn’t seem to realise that they were pulling in crowds on the strength of their own name and performance.

“After all, they had to live. They had to look after their equipment - and they often had travelling expenses to pay. It’s all very well being popular and enjoying your work, but you should be paid what you’re worth as well.

“Ray McFall at the Cavern was different. If the crowd was good, he upped the fee. That’s why the boys have always been so loyal to the Cavern. But you can understand them being puzzled at the lack of hard cash from their other venues where they were so often doubling the attendances.”

Paul and John were meanwhile spending a lot of time on their song-writing. You’ll see how much they’d already achieved in this direction as the story pushes on to the first recording days.

John and Paul could never sit down and simply write a song to order. They admit: “We have to wait for the ideas to arrive. It can happen anywhere. On a bus, or a train, or backstage at a dance-hall or theatre. Sometimes the title suggests itself first. Then we get going on the words and music. Sometimes we’ve finished a very successful seller in less than an hour.”

But their most pressing need was for a manager. Paul has told me “When we first started on paid jobs, we honestly thought we weren’t manageable. We thought nobody would want to bother with us. We were a pretty off-beat bunch of characters, to say the least. And we had a sense of humour which somehow involved us all and which was hardly in the interests of discipline. So, for a long time, we just didn’t take any notice of the advice that we should be properly handled. ‘Who’d WANT US,’ was the way we thought...

“And that’s where we were wrong...”

A MANAGER. Liverpool man Allan Williams took on the chore for a while... he now runs the Blue Angel Club on Merseyside.

But the man who was to make show business history with the Beatles knew nothing about the group in that September of 1961. That man, of course, was Brian Epstein, one-time drama student, member of a family which owned a chain of furniture and radio-TV stores in Liverpool.

He was not exactly WITH the beat scene. But he WAS in touch with the public taste through his work in the record department of the stores. He’d been there for five years, building up the business, enlarging the staff roster and increasing the turnover.

And in September, 1961, he was a puzzled man. Fans kept approaching him with: “Have you any records by the Beatles?” Brian mused. Pondered. Wondered. One young lad was particularly persistent in his demands. Brian dug deep into the record-lists. And found reference to that “My Bonnie” single, recorded in Germany, on which the Beatles played a strictly supporting role to guitar-star Tony Sheridan.

“I became Beatle-conscious for a while,” he says. “I always tried to work on the theory that the customer was right - and if they wanted the Beatles, well... I’d do my best to supply the Beatles. Eventually I traced the source and ordered some 200 copies for the record-stores. They sold quickly...

“Then out of the blue I heard they were Liverpool boys, had a rapidly-growing following - and were actually playing in a club near the store. It was a place that I’m sure I’d visited before, a sort of teenage gathering-place, but I really didn’t know much about it.

“After a while, I thought I’d better pop down there and see what all the fuss was about.”

Brian Epstein went to the Cavern. Met the Beatles. And things really started happening for the ambitious but not-too-sure group.

There are two ways of looking at this near-historic meeting. Brian Epstein’s. And the Beatles’ viewpoint.

Beatles first. Said George: “He started talking to us about the record that had created the demand. We didn’t know much about him but he seemed very interested in us and also a little bit baffled.

“He came back several times and talked to us. It seemed there was something he wanted to say, but he wouldn’t come out with it. He just kind of watched us and studied what we were doing. One day, he took us to the store and introduced us. We thought he looked rather red and embarrassed about it all.

“Eventually, he started talking about becoming our manager. Well, we hadn’t really had anybody actually VOLUNTEER in that sense. At the same time, he was very honest about it all - you know, like saying he didn’t really know anything about managing a group like us. He sort of hinted that he was keen if we’d go along with him...”

Brian, quite honestly, thought that the Beatles looked a mess. He wondered what exactly they thought they were trying to be. Their strange jackets, the rather scruffy jeans, the hair-styles, which could only have been styled on something called “chaos.”

“But there was something enormously attractive about them,” he recalls. “I liked the way they worked and the obvious enthusiasm they put into their numbers. People talk about the Liverpool sound but I sometimes wonder what exactly they mean. These boys put everything into their routines but they didn’t use echo. That struck me as being a very good thing.

“It was the boys themselves, though, who really swung it. Each had something which I could see would be highly commercial if only someone could push it to the top. They were DIFFERENT characters but they were so obviously part of the whole. Quite frankly, I was excited about their prospects, provided some things could be changed.”

And Brian told his friends: “This could easily turn out to be the biggest show business attraction since Elvis Presley.” It’s a tribute to his foresight and intuition that that is precisely what has happened.

Brian decided to get the boys together at a round-table conference at his store. A time was fixed and the boys agreed. But Beatles are not always the easiest of people to organise. Brian sat waiting... and waiting... and waiting. He was trying to cope with the vastly complex figures of Christmas orders for the store and minutes were precious to him.

Eventually THREE Beatles arrived. George, John and Pete. No Paul. Story goes that Brian got George to ring through and see what had happened to the left-handed guitar-star. And that Paul admitted he was still in the bath... but wouldn’t be long!

Brian was rather on his high-horse. He felt it was not the right thing for someone who wanted to talk business to be kept waiting. He pointed out that Paul, the cherubic one of the four, would be extremely late. “Yes,” said George, forcing back a grin. “But he’ll also be extremely clean.”

Says Brian: “That sense of humour is invaluable. You could hardly feel annoyed at their lack of business ability. They were just four individual and off-beat characters.”

Prior to Brian taking such an interest, there was great concern among Cavern people that there was a chance of the Beatles packing in all thoughts of show business careers. Bob Wooler had tried hard to get BBC television producer Jack Good interested in the group. Jack had produced beat shows, like “Six-Five Special” which had been the stepping-stone to success for artistes like Cliff Richard. But Jack was also in demand in the States... and he’d gone there to further his own career long before Bob could get any decision from the telly-folk.

Brian, having eventually assembled all four Beatles in the same room, put his propositions to them. He went through a process of brain-washing, though he did it all very tactfully. He didn’t like their manner of dress. Wasn’t knocked out by the unruly hair-cuts. Was singularly unimpressed by the way they casually drank tea on stage while in the middle of shows.

He pleaded with them rather than ordered them. He knew they were a valuable property and he was knocked out at the way their personal following was growing through the Merseyside area.

Said John: “He’d tell us that jeans were not particularity smart and could we possibly manage to wear PROPER trousers. But he didn’t want us suddenly looking square. He let us have our own sense of individuality.”

He added: “We respected his views. We stopped champing at cheese rolls and jam butties on stage. We paid a lot more attention to what we were doing. Did our best to be on time. And we smartened up, in the sense that we wore suits instead of any sloppy old clothes.”

It was a master-plan. A long-term plan if necessary but it was aimed at making the most of four young men who clearly had that star quality in them... even though a recording contract was still more than nine months away.

Obviously, Brian Epstein’s main job was to get the group on record. He knew the strength of their popularity in Liverpool and he felt it wouldn’t be a hard job to interest some of the London companies. But that was where Brian was wrong.

He even delayed any sort of action until the results of the 1961 “Mersey Beat Poll” were announced. That came up at the end of the year. And the Beatles were high and dry in top place in this important survey of how the public felt about the myriad groups operating in the scene. Said Brian: “I thought this was the ‘Open Sesame’ to the recording scene. I felt that Liverpool was important enough to have London executives falling about to sign the boys. I was wrong...”

Brian, though technically still in charge of important parts of the family business, threw himself into the job of getting the Beatles known nationally. He had the backing of the Beatles’ parents and it was to be no holds barred for the major break through.

He started visiting London. Hopefully. Optimistically. But record executives showed an alarming tendency to register non-committal gloom. Brian had to keep reporting apparent failure to the boys - by now riding higher than ever in popular acclaim in Liverpool.

Cont’d next month in No. 6

#Brian Epstein #The Beatles #Beatles Book Monthly #1963 #60s #Billy Shepherd

[markosmate]

David’s girl want to see his goofy side so she keeps hitting him with her pillow and stuffed animals- can go anyway you want💖 Also if you are up could you do this as head cannon for all the boys (?)

this is the cutest!! ok so i’m gonna do kinda like a blurb for each boy if that makes sense?? you’ll see what i mean haha,, i hope you like it!! :) - 🧚🏻

David

It had only been a few months since the boys moved you into the cave. You had nowhere else to go and the boys didn’t need to be told twice about your predicament before they were already offering you a spot to stay with them. David had taken it upon himself to move all of your belongings from your old house to your nest at the cage before your parents - who had kicked you out after you dropped out of school - could get the chance to throw it all away.

The boys did their best to make sure you were as comfortable as possible at the cave, getting Max to find a way to hook up running water in the cave and even buying a never-ending supply of batteries to run a mini fridge on so you could keep drinks and snacks in your nest. Over the first few weeks of spending every waking moment together, you and David began to become significantly closer than you were with the others. A few innocent kisses were shared here and there before you all went to sleep or when the group split up to do different things at the boardwalk.

You began to like him quite a lot and you couldn’t help but stay up into the early mornings after they fell asleep thinking about if he actually felt the same for you, or if he was just playing around with your feelings. One night you had woken up with a horrible cramp taking over your entire abdomen. You chose to stay back at the cave for the night and hopefully stuff yourself till you couldn’t feel it anymore or sleep off all the pain. The boys understand, Star having already explained to them why some nights a month she didn’t feel like running after Laddie on the boardwalk. They didn’t pester you much about it and left soon after you broke the news to them.

Not even two hours later, David came back early without the boys in tow. There was a plastic bag of goodies from the convenience store down the block from the beach in his hand and he placed it gently by your side without a word. You tried to read any emotion on his face but failed miserably as his expression stayed completely neutral.

“What’s all this?” You mumbled with a large smile pulling at your lips as you sat up slightly to look through the contents of the bag.

He shrugged halfheartedly, moving to push some of your blankets aside so he could sit at the edge of your nest and watch your reaction to what he had gotten. “Just some stuff Star said would help. Thought maybe you needed something to cheer you up.”

You glanced up at him with the biggest smile on your face and for a moment, you could have sworn that you saw his eyes soften as they gazed into yours. The bag was filled with different kinds of candies, and even some small pieces of jewelry like a couple of rings and a necklace he must have slipped from one of the small stands. “Thank you so much, this means a lot.” You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. His lip quirked up the tiniest bit and you moved back to sit up completely with two or three pillows supporting your back.

“You know... there is one more thing that could make me feel better.” You grinned sneakily at the blond vampire.

He quirked an eyebrow at you and rolled his eyes. “What, the candy and jewelry wasn’t enough?”

You laughed at him before teasingly holding your arms out at him. “A cuddle?” That made him still for a moment as his eyes slowly raised back up from his lap to meet your own.

He scoffed as he moved to stand up and make his way towards the opening in the fabric curtains. “I don’t cuddle kitten, sorry.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, moving to place the bag of goods on the old bedstand next to your bed. You moved to grab one of the many stuffed animals stacked in the corner of the bed and in an instant you had thrown it at him. It hit him dead center in the middle of the back and he froze halfway out the exit.

He turned and looked at you, before his eyes travelled down to the floor where the stuffed horse lay. You giggled at his reaction before standing up quickly and running over to him, ignoring the pain pulsing in your abdomen. You grabbed his wrist gently and pulled him along with you, pulling him down on the bed. He scoffed before grabbing the closest stuffy - a giraffe - and whacking you across the back of the head with you.

You gasped, staring at him with mock surprise as you laughed, struggling to get out your next words. “You didn’t!”

“Oh but baby, I did.” He chuckled, blocking your next attack and tossing you over him, making you land softly in the entire pile of plushies. You kicked weakly, trying to regain your upper hand in the battle and trying to grab some kind of stuffed toy to hit him back with.

You both were laughing so hard, you didn’t even realize most of the plushies had already been accidently kicked off the mattress and onto the floor. “Okay! Okay, you win!” You cried weakly, giving up in surrender as you grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself and catch your breath.

His laughter died down slowly with yours and he just smirked down at you with a cocky triumph. You thought he was going to say something to rub in his victory, but he chose not to. “That was the most ab exercise I think I’ve done in six decades.”

You threw your head back in a loud barking laugh, pulling him down next to you to cuddle yourself into his chest. “You hang from the ceiling every night to sleep, I think that’s enough core engagement for an entire lifetime.”

“I guess you’re right.” He chuckled, chest still heaving along with yours as your heartbeat slowly calmed after the little wrestling match. “Go to sleep,” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple shortly. “You’ll feel much better when you wake up kitten.”

Dwayne

You and Dwayne weren’t dating - not by any means. It was common knowledge among you both that you were completely head over heels for each other, but neither of you were confident enough in that knowledge to try and make the relationship official. So, for the mean time, you both settled for what you had now. You were his, and he was yours - even if it wasn’t totally sealed into place with labels.

So, that brought you to where you were now. Movie nights were common for the both of you, but it was usually at your place since Marko and Paul couldn’t sit still long enough to watch a whole movie so every movie night at the cave usually turned into a horribly chaotic failure. However, this time it was different. Max had suggested taking Marko and Paul to a shop right out of town to snatch a few things for him. David took it upon himself to spend the night cruising around town on his bike to give you and Dwayne some alone time. He had been the one to personally suggest that you guys finally attempt to have a successful movie night at the cave.

So, the plans were set. That night you only wore some pajamas, not really finding a point in dressing up any better. You packed a few blankets and stuffed animals in your bag and ran outside to meet up with Dwayne who had taken it upon himself wait in your driveway for you to finish getting ready. “Whatcha bringing doll?” He grinned at you as you strapped your bag to the department of his bike.

“Just some extras.” You giggled shortly, climbing on behind him and wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You arrived at the cave in no time and within the hour the couches were stacked with pillows and blankets for a makeshift fort you both had thrown together as quickly as possible. You couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of the movie you were watching, you were too busy staring at Dwayne from the other side of the couch to listen to what he was explaining about it.

He had been awkward the entire night so far. Stiffening when you wrapped your arms around him on his bike, almost tripping down the stairs when you grabbed his hand to help steady yourself while entering the cave, and even going as far as to sit on the other side of the fort when he pressed play. You glared at the side of his head, hoping he would pick up on your mood and explain himself to you - but either he didn’t notice your staring or didn’t care.

Had you said something? Was he mad at you? Annoyed that he had to stay in with you all night instead of causing trouble with his friends? You couldn’t figure it out, and instead resulted to plan B. Looking around as unsuspiciously as possible, you located the closest plushie to you and grasped it in your hand - deciding your next moves very carefully. You could either play a guilt trip - act all sad and pouty until he comes over to your side of the sofa and gives you the loving that you want - or you could chuck it at the side of his head to show him that you were angry about the distance he’s putting between the both of you. 

You decided on the latter, calculating the distance between him and you and analyzing how hard you would have to throw it to hit him where you wanted it to. Finally, you threw it as hard as you could and it whacked against his shoulder before falling to the ground below. He turned and locked eyes with you, eyebrow quirking upwards as his gaze flicked between you and the toy on the ground. There was an underlying question in his eyes as confusion filled his face. Why had you..?

“Pay attention to me asshole.” You mumbled, crossing your arms with a pout on your face.

That only made his confusion worse as his jaw dropped in exasperation. “Pay- pay attention to you? We’re watching a movie?”

You shook your head stubbornly and frowned at him. “We can watch a movie with you over here. Why’d you sit so far away?”

That made him roll his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You dork!” He teased, picking up the plushie from the ground and chucking it back at you. It thumped against your forehead before landing in your lap. “All you had to do was ask me to come over.” He stood from his side of the couch and made his way over to you, moving some of the blankets and pillows to the side to make room for him to sit. You kept up with your act, crossing your arms impossibly tighter and turning your head to look away from him.

He softly laughed and with a roll of his eyes, reached out to cup your cheek and move your head to face him once more. “You wanted me over here, baby.” He teased, eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say next, just leaned in to capture his lips in your own in a soft sensual kiss. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you in a way you had been dreaming about for months now. When you finally pulled away for some much-needed air you giggled and nuzzled yourself into his chest. “I’m glad we finally got that situated.”

He sighed, letting a smile tug at his lips as he guided your chin back up to look you in the eyes once more. “You’re telling me.” 

Paul

The boys had skipped the boardwalk that night, going straight to the less crowded part of the beach to look for an early meal. They couldn’t quite pin-point why they had woken up that night feeling so much hungrier than usual, but it couldn’t hurt to just feed earlier than usual.

Wrong, very wrong. The beach-goers in the early night are much more sober and alert than they are later on, meaning the second the boys exposed themselves to them, they were already defending themselves much more than the vampires were used to dealing with. At one point, one of the surf nazis pulled a gun from his sleeping pack while they were drinking from the others, and the bullet lodged itself in Paul’s shoulder.

They disarmed him and killed him quickly before cleaning up the area of attack and making sure that there was no remaining evidence to point towards what had happened. Dwayne sat Paul down on one of the logs and managed to get the bullet out of the wound fairly quickly. “It hurts man.” Paul whined out, thumping his foot on the ground to a random rhythm to try and distract himself from the injury.

“Your body will heal itself in not even three hours. If it hurts to bad to chill at the boardwalk, go on over to Y/N’s, get it patched up and get some ice for it to numb it.” David explained shortly, mounting his bike as the other three followed after him.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that. Meet you guys at the cave later?” The tall blond decided, starting his bike up and glancing at his brothers. Once they all gave him a nod, he turned his bike and drove in the opposite direction of the boardwalk. Your house wasn’t too far away from the boardwalk, you could make the walk in ten minutes tops.

You had been working on making a new comforter blanket for your bed when you heard the rhythmic knocks on your door. Three short ones and two long ones, Paul’s signature knock whenever him and the boys invited themselves over. However, you hadn’t been expecting them tonight - you guys had made plans for Friday, so it was confusing why he’d show up two nights before the designated plans.

You stood, making your way over to the door and opening it, the first thing you noticed being the glittery blood leaking down his shoulder. “Oh my god, Paul!” You cried pulling him into the house and shutting the door after him. “Do you need me to clean it or wrap it up?”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you in dismissal. “Nah doll, my body will heal it completely by tomorrow afternoon. I was just hoping to get some ice and hang out.”

Twenty minutes later, you were both sprawled across your couch. The living room was completely silent with the exception of the occasional quiet breathing. He was laid back, head against the back of the couch and holding the icepack against his wound to try and numb the pain as much as possible. You knew that he was in pain, and obviously quite upset that he let his guard down and ended up getting injured by the prey.

You didn’t like this version of Paul, and you wanted to cheer him up. What better way to do so then have a plushie war? You grabbed the one nearest you and threw it gently at him, watching as it hit his thigh. His eyes cracked open and he looked down at the offended stuffed animal with a large smile. “It’s on babydoll.” He declared, grabbing as many toys as he could to load up on amo.

“Hey!” You cried, quickly sitting up to grab the remaining ones as quickly as possible, pulling one of your couch cushions out from its spot to sit in front of you to serve as a sort of barrier between you and the vampire.

He made the first throw, throwing the two largest at your cushion and successfully knocking it off the couch. You were wheezing with laughter as you lazily threw a few at him to distract him, while also trying to pull the cushion back up to block you from any plushies. While you were distracted, he lunged at you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you into the air and spinning you both around the living room.

“Oh my god!” You cried out in between loud barks of laughter, trying to pull at his wrists to get him to drop you. “Stop I’m going to puke!”

He laughed along with you before twirling you around so your chest was pressed to his. “I win?” He teased, nuzzling his nose against your cheek with a sly giggle laced into his words.

“Yeah- yeah, you win.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist in shy hug and burying your face into the shoulder that wasn’t injured.

“I’m glad I came here instead of going with the guys. It’s been so long since we spent time alone, just the two of us.” He mumbled, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Well, let’s start making it something that happens way more often.” You offered, swaying side to side with him as you both just basked in the relief of having someone you both could always trust and love.

“Yeah. That sounds nice.”

Marko

You and the blond vampire had been dating for a good four months now. The feelings had been apparent ever since you both first met at the beginning of summer. Still, you hadn’t ever really seen him let go and relax. Either he was putting up a tough front for all the people on the boardwalk, or he was pretending like he wasn’t absolutely whipped for you in front of the boys.

You didn’t want to push him to open up, though. Maybe he was just the type of person that found it difficult to even let the closest people to them inside their walls. He would fully relax around you when he knew it was time, you weren’t going to force him into it.

It was a Sunday night when he showed up at your window with some snacks and a move from Max’s shop asking if you were up to staying in for a movie night with him. Now you both laid on top of your bed covers, curled into each other as the comedy he picked out played on your tiny television. He had been tense the entire time, which confused you because he was always comfortable around you. Did he see your underwear on the floor or something? You didn’t think so, you could’ve sworn that you had put away all of your laundry.

You wanted him to have a good time with you, not feel like he had to constantly keep up some kind of persona. So, you did what only seemed reasonable. You reached out to his sides and began tickling him. Immediately a loud laugh left his lips as he tried and failed to squirm away from your fingers.

“S-Stop! What are y-you doing?” He wheezed pushing you away from him. When that didn’t work he resulted to tickling you right back. You immediately stopped your attack on him, moving backwards towards the wall your bed was pushed up against to put space between you both.

He just laughed, scooting closer to you and continuing his devious plan. You reached out for something to grab onto and your hand met one of the stuffed toys on your bed. You picked it up by the leg and started whacking him with it in an attempt to get him to forfeit. “Stop it, you psycho!” You laughed as he finally moved his hands away from your sides, instead using them to cover his head from the blows of the plushie in your hands.

“I have to stop? You started it!” He grinned back at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you over him until you were looking down at him. He smiled slyly letting his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You gazed back into his eyes, letting your guard down momentarily. It was enough for him however, and he quickly snatched the plushie from you and used his legs to flip you around until you were lying on your back again.

“Hey! You distracted me, that’s cheating!”  You pouted, hands against his chest so that you were ready to deflect any attacks he was getting ready to throw your way.

He chuckled, twirling your hair around his pointer finger - opting to not attack you with the plushie any further. “I was just doing what I had to do to win babe.”

“Yeah well you’re just mean.” You frowned up at him and watched as he just playfully rolled his eyes at you. 

“Yeah, whatever loser.” He mumbled before lowering himself down so you both were once again curled into each other, in the perfect spot to hold each other comfortably and see the television at the right angle.

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Evanescence’s Amy Lee shares her thoughts on working with Halestorm’s Lzzy Hale

“We love each other, and we get along”

Front-women Amy Lee and Lzzy Hale are no strangers to collaborating with each other, Amy Lee having guested on Halestorm’s ‘Reimagined’ EP on the emotional piano ballad ‘Break In.’

This time however, the duo are set to share the stage with one another on an autumn tour that’ll see two of the most hard-working and hard-rocking women in the metal industry perform alongside their respective bands.

Whilst being interviewed by Matt Pinfield on the last instalment of the “New and Approved” music series on 95.5 KLOS, Amy Lee delved into her friendship with the Pennsylvanian-based Lzzy Hale:

"It started with music. It worked out for us to go do some shows together. We hadn't met in person before signing up to do a tour together in 2012. And I remember we had some kind of joint press or meet-and-greet to do on that first day. And I went in there like, 'Hey,' before the fans came in. And we just clicked immediately. She's really humble and really down to earth. She doesn't take all the glory too seriously. She takes herself seriously and respects herself. She's just a really cool person.”

"We love each other, and we get along," Amy added. "We play hard and we work hard. So I'm very much looking forward to playing live music in general; but to be able to go back out for our first tour out with a whole group of people that we're friends with — the crew, the band, we love each other, all of us. So it's gonna be a really good time.”

Evanescence and Halestorm will be hitting the road on 5th November in the US, starting with a date in Portland, Oregon before making their way throughout the country.

Evanescence's career throughout the years:

1998: The band's inception

Singer and pianist Amy Lee and guitarist Ben Moody formed Evanescence in Arkansas back in 1995, after the pair met at a Christian youth camp. They chose the name Evanescence due to its meaning: "disappearance" or "fading away". The duo released their debut self-titled EP in 1998 and were later joined by friends John LeCompt, Rocky Gray and Will Boyd.

2003: Debut album 'Fallen'

After being signed by Wind-up Records in 2002, the band released their debut album 'Fallen' in 2003. To promote the album, Evanescence headlined the Nintendo Fusion tour in 2003. 'Fallen' spent a whopping 43 weeks in the Top 10 of the Billboard 200 and was certified 7× Platinum in the US after selling more than 17 million copies worldwide. The album included hit singles 'Bring Me to Life', 'My Immortal', 'Going Under' and 'Everybody's Fool'. Mega hit 'Bring Me to Life', featuring guest vocals from Paul McCoy from the band 12 Stones, was an international success, reaching Number 5 on the American Billboard Hot 100 and hitting the top spot in the UK Chart.

2004: Grammy Award wins

The phenomenal success of 'Fallen' saw Evanescence win not one but two Grammy Awards in 2004. Their hit single 'Bring Me To Life' won Best Hard Rock Performance and the band won the award for Best New Artist.

2006: Line-up change and follow-up record

After parting ways with both Will Boyd and Ben Moody, Evanescence and the success of their Grammy wins, Evanescence went back into the studio to record their follow-up album. After 18 months of writing and producing, the band released 'Open Door' in 2006. The album featured singles 'Call Me When Your Sober', 'Lithium', 'Weight Of The World' and 'Sweet Sacrifice' and debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard 200. The album and single 'Call Me When You're Sober' have since achieve 2x Platinum and Platinum status in the US respectively.

2007-2009: Another line-up change

In 2007, The band announced that guitarist John LeCompt and drummer Rocky Gray had left. The duo went on to join founding Evanescence member Ben Moody to create the band We Are the Fallen. Evanescence brought in two members of Dark New Day, drummer Will Hunt and guitarist Troy McLawhorn to act as their replacements. Two years, later frontwoman Amy Lee announced that the band were going back into the studio to start writing their third, self-titled album.

2011: Third album release and worldwide tour

Due to delays with their record label, Evanescence weren't able to release their third album until 2011, five years after 'Open Door'. Not that it mattered, because 'Evanescence' debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard 200 chart and Number 4 on the UK Albums Chart and took the band on a year-long worldwide tour to promote the album.

2012: Hiatus and Amy Lee's solo project

Evanescence announced that they would be going on a hiatus in 2012, with Amy announcing in NME: "I haven't been sitting down to write. I'm thinking we'll take a break first. I'm really not sure what I'll do next. At the end of any really long tour you need to get your head in order. I think at the end of the run we'll go on a break for a while and figure things out. "Taking long breaks is seen as a bad thing, but I don't think it's a bad thing. People have the idea that you have to keep putting stuff out while people remember you. But I'd rather make something that's awesome and then make people remember again. I hope it doesn't take five years, but I don't want to put a timeline on it either. We'll all be doing our own thing for a while. They're (my bandmates) very talented and they'll all be fine." Amy Lee went on to release solo album 'Aftermath' in 2014, a soundtrack for Mark Jackson's film War Story. She said of the project: "It's not what you'd expect; there's a lot of blending of sounds, a lot of ominous tones. I play a lot of keyboard, and a lot of Taurus pedal. There's a lot of low drones."

2015: Reunion with intimate shows

Three years after going on a break, Evanescence ended their hiatus by hosting a three-night show at intimate venues in Nashville, Dallas and LA in November 2015. This was just before the band hopped on a plane to Japan to perform at Ozzy Osbourne's iconic festival Ozzfest, alongside Korn and Ozzy himself.

2015-2016: Another line-up change

In 2015, Evanescence underwent yet another line-up change after long-time guitarist Terry Balsamo, who originally replaced Ben Moody, decided to leave the band. His replacement was the German singer and guitarist, Jen Majura from the band, Equilibrium. Evanescense continued to tour throughout 2016, but focused on playing hits from their previous albums like 'My Immortal' and 'Going Under'.

2017: 'Synthesis'

Fourth record 'Synthesis' was released in November 2017. As well as featuring new material such as 'Imperfection', the album included reworked versions of the band's older works such as 'My Heart Is Broken', 'Lacrymosa' and 'Bring Me To Life'. 'Synthesis' peaked at Number 1 on four of the Billboard charts, including US Top Alternative Albums, US Top Classical Albums, US Top Rock Albums and US Independent Albums.

2018: 'Synthesis Tour' features a live orchestra

To promote the album, the band embarked on the 'Synthesis Live Tour' in October 2017. This 60-date worldwide tour was different from any other tour they had done before because it featured a live orchestra. The tour was co-headlined by violinist Lindsay Stirling who also featured on the band's single 'Hi-Lo'.

2020: Brand new music

In 2020, Evanescence released four new singles, 'Wasted On You', 'The Game Is Over', 'Yeah Right' and 'Use My Voice', which all appear on the band's fifth album, 'The Bitter Truth'. First announced in 2018, it was meant to be released in 2020, but had to be delayed due to the pandemic. 'The Bitter Truth' is not only the band's first album in three years, but also their first album with all-new material since 'Evanescence'.

2021: 'The Bitter Truth' is finally released

Evanescence released the fifth single, 'Better Without You', in early March ahead of the release of 'The Bitter Truth', which finally saw the light of day on 26th March 2021. The band is also set to be joining fellow rockers, Within Temptation this autumn for the 'Worlds Collide' European tour, which was postponed due to the pandemic.

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