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Birthday Twin

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry welcome their baby girl into the world.

Warning: labour, delivery, child birth, gas and air

11th of April 2024

35 weeks and 5 days pregnant

The Tomlinson family had all travelled to Doncaster for a few days of celebrating YN turning thirty.

“Your last couple of days of being twenty nine Kiddo!”. Louis gently ruffled YN’s hair as he walked by her in their grandparents kitchen. Both filling their plates with some more food from the buffet spread their Nan had made.

“Don’t remind me!” YN groaned as she reached over and put some extra sandwiches on her plate.

“Fookin’ ‘ell, is baby girl hungry tonight?”. Louis joked as he watched his sister continue to fill her plate that was already slightly full of food.

YN laughed as she looked at her plate compared to Louis. “Your niece is a foodie, what can I say?”. She naturally ran her hand over her large bump.

“Can I?” Louis gestured towards her tummy, his way of asking if he could touch. When YN nodded, Louis placed his hand over bump. “‘ello little one, are you gonna come and meet us soon?”.

“You’re going to spoil her rotten aren’t you?”. YN couldn’t help but smile at the small interaction. She had witnessed her brother as a brother, dad and uncle already and she could tell how much love he already had for her little girl.

“Uh obviously, I just hope she comes before tour starts again.”

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12th of April 2024

35 weeks 6 days pregnant

8:30am

YN suddenly woke from small niggles in her lower stomach, something she had been experiencing for a few weeks. She tried to ignore the dull ache and go back to sleep, but after tossing and turning, she gave in and got up.

As she entered the kitchen she noticed her grandmother sitting at the table with a cup of tea in her hand. “Morning my love, you’re awake early!”.

YN began to make herself a cup of tea, as she sat beside Jen. “Morning Nan, yeah braxton hicks again!”.

“You’ve been having them a lot haven’t you darling?”. Jen had a concerned look on her face as she watched her eldest granddaughter stir her tea.

YN only shrugged her shoulders. “Apparently it’s normal at this stage, I just didn’t realise how painful they could be”.

11:00am

As the morning went on YN noticed how the niggles only continued and become a tad more painful. But not wanting to draw attention or to cause everyone to worry, especially Harry, she suggested her and Harry take Teddy for a walk.

They were walking through the quiet field, Teddy running just a bit in front of them, when YN stopped suddenly and held her tummy as a sharp pain caught her off guard.

“What’s wrong babe? Are you alright?” Harry immediately went into panic mode, worry evident all over his face. His hand protectively wrapped around her smaller frame.

“Yeah, just cramp that’s all”. YN noticed Harry’s worried look, his eyebrows in a tight frown and tried her best to hide how much pain she was really in. “I’m fine, it’s braxton hicks again.”.

Although Harry wasn’t fully convinced, they continued their walk before heading back to the house.

2:00pm

Within a few hours, the pain had gotten worse with YN baring her weight on anyone or anything to try and ease the pain. It was when YN cried out in pain, as she grabbed onto Louis’ hand, that Harry decided to take matters into his own hands.

“I’m phoning the hospital, this can’t just be braxton hicks!” Harry announced as he began to dial the number on his phone.

“Harry’s right Tiny, you’re in far too much pain for this not to be real labour”. Louis agreed with Harry, taking note at how much his sister was squeezing his hand.

After phoning the hospital and explaining everything to the midwife, Harry was told that it sounded like YN was in early labour and they needed to monitor and time how quick she was having contractions.

At this news Daisy, Phoebe and the other men decided to take Lucky and Olive to Phoebe and Jack’s house to give YN some space before she had to go to hospital.

“Ahhhh!” YN cried out in pain as she held onto Harry for support. “This hurts so fookin’ much!”.

Harry rubbed circles on YN’s back, trying to comfort her as much as he could. “I know baby…but you’re doing so well.”.

“You’re doing so well YN”. Lottie praised her sister from where she sat next to Louis. “All the pain is worth it in the end, trust me”.

“Lottie’s right Tiny…just think you’ll be holding your baby sooner than you thought”. Louis gave Harry a small smile, knowing how special that moment will be for them both.

5:30pm

With her contractions lasting around a minute and only being five minutes apart, YN found herself in the hospital with gas and air being her new best friend.

YN was lying down on the bed, the gas and air attachment in her mouth as she breathed through another contraction. Harry sat on one side of the bed telling her how proud of her he was and saying how it wouldn’t be long until their little one would be here.

“Harry…baby…I can’t do this!”. YN’s head hit the white plump pillow behind her, as the contraction ended. “I’m so tired already.”.

“You can do it and you are doing it”. Harry brushed some of her away from her face. “You’re making me so proud!”.

“YN, you’re doing amazing and just remember nothing worth having is easy”. Lottie encouraged her sister, having been through labour and birth herself, she what to say.

“Listen to your birthing partners YN, you’re doing amazing”. The midwife smiled proudly at how supportive and calm they both were. “How about trying to the birthing pool?”.

Harry helped YN into the pool and instantly YN’s once tense body was now relaxed. In between contractions she began to make jokes about how she’s glad she had shaved her legs before that day.

When the next contraction hit, Harry was quick to kneel down beside the pool and hold onto YN’s hand as she took in the gas and air to numb the pain. “That’s it, keep breathing through the pain, you’re doing so well love”.

8:00pm

“So how did you two meet?”. The midwife began to make conversation with the couple as another contraction ended.

YN was back sitting on the bed, the attachment still in her hand whilst her other one held Harry’s. “He was my brother’s best friend”.

“Oh how interesting!” The midwife leaned forward in her chair, eager to hear more. “How did that go? You know breaking the news to him?”.

“Not well but he came around pretty quickly”. Harry explained as YN worked her way through another sharp pain.

“I wouldn’t have listened even if he didn’t come around”. YN allowed the gas and air to do a little bit of talking. “Couldn’t resist the charm”.

Before anyone could respond, a gush of water surrounded YN and turned the blue sheet below a darker shade. “And that’s your water breaking!” The midwife announced before she helps YN to clean herself up.

11:45pm

The contractions were coming thick and fast, YN was attached to the gas and air more than ever and Harry tried to hide how hard she was squeezing his hand.

“YN I’m going to exam you, is that alright darling?”. The midwife stood at the bottom on the bed, gloves covering her fingers ready for the examination. With YN’s permission, the midwife began to see how far YN was dilated. “Oh darling, I can feel baby’s head, do you feel like you-“.

Before the midwife finished; YN let out a small groan as she bore down and began to push. Harry was overwhelmed with joy, excitement but also nervousness that any minute now their whole world was about to change.

“Keep listening to your body YN, you’re doing amazing my darling” the midwife encouraged as she continued to watch the baby’s head begin to crown.

“Aww I can see her head!”. Lottie’s excited voice could be heard as she took in every moment of watching her niece being born.

YN took a rest in between contractions before she needed to push again. “I love you “. Harry placed a peck to YN’s forehead.

“I love you too!”.

0:01am

After several more pushes, Harry and Lottie were in awe as the tiny little baby appeared and was placed on YN’s bear chest. The tears streamed down YN and Harry’s cheeks.

“Hello baby girl!”. YN held her daughter tight, and kissed her head gently. Despite all the pain YN was still in, a large smile covered her face as she looked down at the small version of herself and Harry.

“Baby girl born one minute past midnight on the thirteen of April, weighting six pound exactly”. The midwife announced to the three of them.

Harry smiled down at his wife and newborn daughter. “Happy birthday baby!”. It was in that moment that YN had realised that their little girl was born on her thirtieth birthday.

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13th of April 2024

6 hours old

“Thank you.” Harry spoke into the quiet and calm room as he held their newborn in his bare arms. “You’re a real life superwoman for doing all that and bringing our girl into the world!”.

“I’d do it a thousand times again because she was totally worth it”. YN watched as Harry’s hand held onto the tiny newborn fingers. “I couldn’t have done it without you or Lotts though.”.

“She’s your double”. Harry smiled as he observed the little’s one features, all resembling her mother’s. “She looks like your Mum too!”. He gave YN a sad smile.

YN didn’t want to get too emotional at the thought that her Mum wasn’t there to meet her daughter, so she tried to remain positive. “I think me Mum sent her as a birthday gift and it’s the best gift I’ve ever had”.

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The black and white video begins, the sound of Heartbeat by James Arthur playing over it.

YN is sat on the birthing ball, her hips moving slowly, in her grandparents living room. Harry kneeling down in front of her, holding her gently and whispering how well she’s doing. Louis is sat to her side, holding onto her hand and being a support whilst he can.

In the hospital corridor, YN has her neck tucked into Harry’s chest as they stop to allow her to breathe through a contraction. Harry places small pecks to the top of her head.

Sitting crossed leg on the bed, YN takes in the gas and air that she’s holding up to her mouth. Her eyes are closed as she’s breathing through each contraction.

YN is in the birthing pool, the gas and air still attached to her hand has she takes in another breath, Harry is kneeling down by her side. She holds onto his hand, he looks on with a slight frown on his face as he watches his wife work through another contraction.

Now lying on the bed, YN cradles her new born daughter to her chest, tears running down her and Harry’s face as they meet their little baby for the first time. Grace Johannah Robyn Styles had stolen their hearts and YN couldn’t have asked for a better birthday gift.

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alltoolewis · 9 months

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Timeless- Mason Mount

I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x

P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒

Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...

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"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.

"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!" You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!

Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.

"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...

'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'

The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.

Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed.

Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.

As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up.

The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away.

"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"

"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."

For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.

Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...

Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.

Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."

"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.

"Just like we will be.."

Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"

"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."

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3 weeks later.....

"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"

"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"

"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.

Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."

"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."

Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...

A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...

'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'

And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.

"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."

His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"

Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far. The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.

"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city...

"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..." "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he was lying..

"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"

So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...

"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."

With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....

My dear (y/n),

I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.

The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...

you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!

I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all!

Our story starts now Angel...

we're going to be timeless...

look forward...

Mase x

Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...

"Mase..."

"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"

Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.

"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."

Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be...

TIMELESS

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yuyanwrites · 9 months

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The fights along the way

A/n: I said I was going to write fanfocs that weren't hoyoverse related on this blog but I never actually posted any of my drafts so here's a quick drabble. I might editthis in the morning cause I'm tired. 😓

Pairing: Fengqing x gn!reader

Tags: reader prefers alone time over comfort, arguing (mu Qing and reader, Fengqing arguing if you squint), fluffy ending, (Y/C/N) = (Your courtesy name), reader cries when arguing, hurt/comfort

"What?" Feng Xin asked, his mouth agape.

"(Y/C/N) and general Xuan zhen are arguing at general Xuan Shen's palace," the junior official repeated, shuffling their feet on the spot.

It was common to hear Feng Xin and my Qing arguing. It happens almost everyday and if not, every other day. They'd try to beat each other up and no one batted an eye. Well, except you of course. You didn't want either of them to get hurt.

A crowd was forming outside of Mu qing's palace as shouts echoed from deep inside the halls.

Whispers could be heard amongst the crowd.

"No way, general Xuan Zhen and (Y/C/N) are arguing?"

"Do you think they'll get into a first fight?"

"No, no way. Maybe if it was general Xuan Zhen and Nan yang fighting but it's (Y/N/C)...surely he wouldn't hit them." Heavenly officials sure do love to gossip, huh?

Feng Xin shoved the crowd, making a path to the entrance of the palace where the screaming got clearer.

"Everyone leave!" Feng Xin shouted and despite the two of you hearing Feng Xin, neither of you backed down.

Soon, crowds dispersed and a junior official lead Feng Xin to the garden behind the golden palace.

"I don't understand! What's wrong with helping king with her paperwork?!" you screamed, throat going sore as small tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes.

"How could you not possibly understand! Are you an idiot?" Mu Qing screamed back, his own voice becoming hoarse. "You've been so caught up with someone else's job that you don't even have time for anything else! are you even taking care of yourself?!"

"Ok? And what's wrong with helping someone, huh?!"

"The problem is you don't have enough time for anything else!"

"I don't understand! I like helping people so it doesn't matter and I'm still making sure I eat correctly and I-" You hicupped. Streams of tears ran down your cheeks, collecting in a little drop at a bottom before falling to its inevitable demise.

However, Mu Qing didn't flinch, didn't say another word, didn't try to comfort you or even reach you. Just stood there silently as you started crying. Small sobs rattled your ribs and you started to furiously wiping away your tears. "I just don't understand..."

"(Name)..." a voice called out. Heavy footsteps strides towards you as strong arms tried to wrap around your waist but you backed away. "(Name)?"

"Not now Xin-er," you said between shaky breaths. Mu Qing studied you carefully and pursed his lips, the first he clenched so tight before, relaxing and unraveling.

Yet again, you dodged one of Feng xin's attempts at comforting you and ran out of the palace, back to your own. You just needed some time to think.

Worried eyes watched you before hardening slightly when meeting Mu qing's. "Now, why would you argue with (name), look what happened," Feng xin said rather softly compared to his expression.

"Well, I don't know! Feng xin we didn't see them for a year because they were too busy helping someone or whatever," Mu qing said, growing quieter with each word.

"Qing-er..." Feng xin said, embracing Mu qing who resisted at first but gave in. "Just give them some time, they'll come around."

Waking up alone in your cold empty bed when you usually had you lovers with you was something you had grown used to in the past year, being busy with ling Wen's paperwork on-top of your own duties.

You got to work, quickly getting ready for the day and leaving to go to your office when you say something while you passed the dining table. You went a few steps back before turning to face the basket of fruit on your dining table and a near letter, sealed with a golden wax stamp.

"It was left outside this morning," one of your junior officials who happens to be passing spoke up.

"Thank you," you muttered, opening the letter and reading it. A soft smile graced your lips as you read the name that the letter signed off with. "Idiot."

Soft footsteps approached quickly, the jogging pace, breaking into a run as the two men, Mu qing and Feng xin who were standing by Mu qing's desk, got tackled in a hug.

"You know if you missed me, you could've said so," you whispered but they could hear you as clear as day.

"Sorry," Mu qing whispered back.

"I love you," you whispered, grinning.

"We...love you too," Mu qing whispered bsck, a blush forming in his cheeks as the three of you stayed in each other's embrace.

"Yeah we all love each other but why are we whispering," Feng xin whispered, a genuinely confused expression in his face. Mu qing rolled his eyes while you started laughing. Feng xin just looked between the two of you before saying,"What...? What did I say wrong?"

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Too old- 141

Based on a request:

Would it be possible for you to write something for a fem reader with the codename old man? Like they have the immune system and joints of an 80 year old. I have arthritis in both my knees and right shoulder and several grey hairs and have to take several supplements a day to make of for vitamin and iron deficiency and have a chronic illness and my friends and I are constantly joking about how I’m so old but am so young.

F!Reader, friendly banter, platonic!relationship

Before you were known as Grim, you had a pretty unforgettable callsign, Old Man. Usually, it was reserved for whoever in the platoon was the oldest but because you always complained about your back and the fact you had some grey hairs already at your age, the name stuck around for quite some time.

In the field, that's when Soap teased you the most. You had to crouch most of the time and then you'd complain the whole time. "Fuck this shit," you muttered and he'd have a laugh. It was worse when you and Ghost took off the balaclavas back at Las Almas. Everyone saw the grey hairs you proudly carried. For the first few seconds, he called you 'Nan' and even to this day he calls you that when he wants to annoy you.

For Christmas, he gave you mittens and a scarf. For your birthday, Ghost gifted you a cane. He even went out of his way to wrap it nicely for you. Gaz thought it would be funny if he gifted you some frames with black and white pictures of himself, "It's perfect so you can see what people back in your age saw when the camera was invented, it's like travelling back in time."

Price always called you kiddo, until he understood you liked being called Old Man and he started to treat you as if you were his age or older. Ghost always held your hand when walking down the stairs because "I help the elderly."

Soap once had the great idea of buying you glue for your nonexistent dentures. Gaz subscribed you to the Golf magazine. They all call you this, behind your back of course.

A/N: I have no idea why but all I have written today is short :(

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babyblue711 · 9 months

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Redemption

Will (Salad Days) x Reader - Part 3 Part 1, Part 2 Summary: After a devastating loss, it's your turn to help Will navigate his grief during a difficult time. Your bond continues to grow as you lean on each other for support. Words: 6.3K

Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, sexual content (18+), mention of death, loss, grief, depression A/N: Here's Part 3! I will never be able to thank you all enough for the love and support this fic has received. I have one more chapter planned after this! Thank you again to my incredible beta readers @megatardisbaby and @arcielee. *There's an additional note at the end of this chapter. Dividers by @firefly-graphic

You jolt awake and blink into your dark bedroom, at first uncertain to what has awoken you. All is calm, the room around you remains shrouded in darkness, the faint light of dawn only just filtering through the curtains of the window. Half asleep, your brain feels like mush, barely functioning but you register that your phone is buzzing. You fumble to answer the call, recognizing Will's name flashing on the screen; concern spears through your chest as he’s never called you at this hour before.

“Will,” you mumble into the phone, “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N!” his voice panicky and instantly your heart jumps into your throat and your eyes snap open, awake and alert. “Y/N,” he says again, his voice trembling in distress. “I can’t get her to wake up…Nan won’t wake!”

The wheels start to turn in your head as you leap out of bed. “Will, call an ambulance, I’m on my way!” You’ve never thrown on clothes faster in your whole life as you rush to Will’s place and arrive just in time to see him climb into the ambulance as they pull away. You follow them to A&E, dread curdling in the pit of your stomach.

At the hospital, you clutch at Will’s hand, offering him what reassurance you can as you wait together in a private room, the anxiety and fear so palpable you can almost taste it in the air. Time stands still until the doctor finally emerges and delivers the devastating news: Nan has passed away peacefully in her sleep and there wasn’t anything more they could do for her.

Your worst fears confirmed, you turn in time to see Will crumple beside you as the last of his strength gives out, his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with sobs. The wail that comes from him is almost inhuman and you immediately wrap him into an embrace. You don’t remember the doctor leaving the room as you hold onto him, rocking him, trying to console him with words of comfort that you know mean little and less in the moment. You cannot stop the tears that flow freely down your face as well, sharing in his grief and pain. There isn’t anything you can do to stop the tide of grief that washes over you both, dragging you down below the surface, back to the bottom of the ocean.

Will sobs into his hands, deep wracking breaths that shudder his whole body. Nan was more than just a grandmother to him: she was a source of love and stability, a figure he cherished with all his heart. With her passing, a chapter of his life comes to an end, leaving behind an ache that words cannot fully heal. You still had your mum and dad, but what did Will have? Your love for him could never replace the solid foundation of the love of a parent or grandparent.

You shush and coo into his ear while rubbing his back, as you know how he feels in this moment, the way heartsickness causes your skin to crawl and you want to escape the pain but there’s nowhere to go, trapped inside your own head.

Nan’s words, spoken almost six months before, seem to reverberate in your head as you hold him and cry in that cold, desolate room.

“Now you be sure to always take care of my boy as I know he will take care of you,” you can still hear her voice as surely as if she spoke the words right next to you.

I will Nan, you say to yourself, not sure exactly who you are speaking to at this point, I always will.

Head bowed, you breath deep and slow.

Time blurs; grief has a way of warping reality.

As you sit in the pew, you can hear the priest’s voice as he drones on during the service, but the words simply pass over you, incomprehensible. You’ve tried to be strong for Will, but the truth was that Nan’s passing had affected you too, not only with her loss, but the empathetic pain in your chest as you witnessed his anguish and misery.

The crowd of well-wishers buzzes around you with their hushed murmurs, a blend of familiar faces and strangers offering their condolences and heartfelt hugs. You react automatically, expressing gratitude for their attendance and support, but your heart weighs heavy.

Beside you, Will sits like a solemn statue, dressed in all black. Even in the midst of grief, you can't help but admire how handsome he looks in his fitted suit, but you wish with all your heart that his attire was meant for a joyous occasion, not one so sorrowful.

It is evident that Will is navigating the funeral on autopilot, his emotions tightly restrained, his expression made even more severe by the sharp angles of his face. You feel a stabbing pain in your heart, knowing that he is carrying the immense burden of bidding farewell to the woman who had been like a second mother to him.

At the gravesite, you watch him place a single, white lily on her casket as he kneels, whispering a few words as he says his goodbye, a sense of finality settles over the gathering. Your black dress flutters in the cold breeze causing you to shiver slightly as he returns to your side, his hand seeking yours, and you squeeze it tightly, hoping to transfer some of your strength with your grip.

The ceremony comes to a close and the mourners slowly disperse, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and longing. As you both walk away from the gravesite, hand in hand, you know that this is just the beginning of a long and challenging road towards healing for Will.

Since her passing, Will had stayed with you at your mum and dad’s house as he couldn’t face going back home without Nan there to greet him. You were thankful for your parent’s support and the fact that they loved Will like a son. They had been instrumental at getting you both through the last few days and the funeral planning process, and you couldn’t have been more appreciative of their unwavering love and care.

Will was struggling. Once his tears had dried, an eerie calm had settled over him, a numbness that you couldn’t seem to penetrate. Having been intimately acquainted with profound loss yourself, you recognized this stage of grief. You saw it in the haunted, faraway look in his eyes. You saw it with every shallow breath he took. You saw it in the way he barely functioned. He slept a lot but was never rested, he picked at his plate of food, but was never truly hungry.

Your mum and dad made it clear he was welcomed at your home for however long he needed to stay, but he chose to return to his own home the day after the funeral, a week after her passing. Anxiety and apprehension gripped your heart when you thought about him staying there by himself, but you wanted to give him the space he needed to grieve as well.

When the first weekend arrived after the funeral, you couldn't bear the thought of him facing it alone so you asked if you could stay with him for a couple of days, and to your relief, he agreed without hesitation. After work on Friday, you hastily packed a bag, determined to be a source of comfort during his time of need.

Upon arrival, you notice that the house is much the same as before, but it was clear Will didn’t have the heart to maintain small things like dishes or laundry. Determined to provide some semblance of normalcy and care, you brought dinner with you – fish and chips, a small gesture to ensure he had a decent meal that evening, even if it was just a simple one. The warmth of your presence and the aroma of the food filled the small kitchen as Will laid silverware on the table for the meal.

You divide his portion onto a paper plate and set it down in front of him. Silently, but companionably, you eat quietly for a little while, until you can’t stand it anymore and you have to break the silence.

“How have you been feeling, Will?” you are hesitant to ask because of course you know the answer, but you want to reassure him that he has an open channel of communication, to confide in you, no matter how much time has passed.

He stares down at his food, chewing thoughtfully for a few moments before answering. He takes a deep breath. “Well...some days I wake up and feel ok, but then other’s I can barely get out of bed in the morning,” his voice is low, morose as he picks at his food. “I just miss her is all….” he trails off quietly. “She was the reason to get up in the morning…it was my job to look after her…” he adds.

Even though you had expected this response, your heart still clenches at his words and you wish with all your might that you could take away his pain.

“I know, Will, I know…you did such a good job caring for her…” you reassure him because you know in the back of his mind he harbors some guilt that he had been home when she passed but couldn’t have done more to prevent it.

You continue, “And…it’s perfectly normal to feel ok sometimes too…don’t feel guilty about that. You know that Nan would have wanted you to be happy,” you reach out and grab his hand that’s resting on the table, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. “It’s a process, as you know…you won’t feel better overnight.”

“Yeah, I ‘suppose..” he says, “I just don’t want to end up like before…when I lost Mum and Dad.”

He looks at you with anxious eyes. You were both so young when his parents passed; despite the years that had gone by, you knew he still felt their loss every day. It was a tumultuous period in his life that had led him down a dark path, getting into serious trouble, his rebellious teenage spirit perhaps searching for a sense of invincibility that you both knew now didn’t exist now that you were older.

“You won’t, Will, you aren’t 16 years old anymore. You've grown, you've learned…you've become so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You have a better foundation to cope now than when you did before...” you trail off, trying to comfort him. “And you’ll always have me.”

Your eyes meet across the table and you inexplicably feel a spark zing through you as you share a moment of understanding. He sighs. “Yeah, that’s true,” he squeezes your hand back and glances at you again, eyes still anxious, sad. “I know I haven’t said it much, but I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me these last few weeks.”

You melt; you didn’t need his thanks, you knew that he appreciated you, but it warmed your heart anyway. “You don’t have to thank me, Will,” you say softly as you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss the back of it, desperate to let him know how much he means to you, that you didn’t need him to worry about you at this moment. He gives you a small smile at the gesture. “Now, please eat because you look like you need a good meal.”

With renewed vigor, he manages to finish his plate and you feel glad that you managed to have a real and genuine conversation about his feelings. But as evening progresses, he becomes more and more sullen and withdrawn again. You ask if he’d like to shower with you before bed, a rare treat that you didn’t get to enjoy with each other very often. He nods and follows you to the bathroom.

Naturally, your mum calls to check on you at the most inopportune time just as you were about to get undressed. You tell Will that you just want to reassure her that you are both fine, and you’ll join him in the shower in a second.

After a quick conversation with your mum, you undress, hearing the spray of the shower and head into the bathroom, where you are met with a devastatingly sad sight. You can see Will through the glass door of the shower, standing there, head facing the shower, bowed against the spray of water, unmoving; he looks like he’s trying to drown. Although he was always naturally on the thin side, you see his ribs move clearly under his skin as he breathes shallowly, you wonder idly how much weight he’s lost in such a short amount of time. Your heart catches in your throat as you observe his deteriorated state.

“Will?” you ask tentatively, “Are you alright?”

No response. No acknowledgement. You might as well not even have spoken. You step into the shower behind him, and he doesn’t even seem to notice.

You don’t know what else to do. You wrap your arms around him from behind and press your cheek into his warm back, the water cascading down upon you too. You hold him like that, unmoving, feeling his ribs move beneath your arms with the rise and fall of his breath.

Finally, he seems to come out of his revere and turns to look down at you. He reaches for the shampoo.

“Here, let me,” you say, gently, taking the shampoo bottle from him.

His eyes flicker and you see him nod, almost imperceptibly.

Pouring the shampoo into your palm, he bends down in order to help you reach as you gently massage his scalp with your fingertips. He starts breathing more evenly, his shallow breaths dissipating, and you notice his eyes close at your touch. He sighs deeply, his hands slide down to grip your hips.

After rinsing the shampoo, you work the conditioner through his hair and, while that’s soaking, you wet the washcloth you had brought in with you and start by gently wiping his face. This seems to get his attention and he makes eye contact with you, amusement dancing in his eyes. You wonder idly if he ever washes his face; he’s always had nice skin. Men, you silently curse to yourself. Irresistibly, you lean up and give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

After his face, you wash the rest of his body, scrubbing diligently as if trying to scrub his pain away; he seems to enjoy his back being washed the most as he leans into your hand as you scrub. Helping him bathe is an intimate act, but in this moment, it is not driven by desire or passion, only an expression of care, a way to offer solace, hoping that the simple act of washing away the physical exhaustion will somehow alleviate the emotional burden he bears.

He finally seems to come alive again as he rinses the conditioner out of his hair and you take the opportunity to wash yourself.

“My turn,” he says, reaching for the shampoo. Now his fingers are in your hair and you can’t even begin to describe how good it feels. He works the shampoo all the way down to the ends of your hair, then brings his long fingers up to massage your neck and shoulders. You lean back against him, enjoying his touch as hot water pours over you. After your hair is rinsed, he turns you around, pulling you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes close and you breathe simultaneously with him, steady and deep once again.

“Thank you,” he whispers, barely audible over the sound of the pounding water. You open your eyes and look up into his beautiful big blues. Rather than respond, you stand on tiptoe and give him another light kiss on the lips. He returns it, but it’s without heat, just a kiss of tender affection full of gratitude.

You and Will haven’t been intimate since the passing of his grandmother, but you knew first hand the way overwhelming grief and depression takes a toll on your sex drive. You didn’t want to rush him, but you did secretly hope that this moment might have turned into something more until he shuts the water off and steps out, grabbing you each a fluffy towel to dry off. You aren’t upset but you can’t deny that your body misses him and his touch. By the time you get done combing and drying your hair and doing your skincare routine, he has long since departed the bathroom.

You open the door and see him already laying in bed, his back facing you, dressed only in a t-shirt and boxers.

You join him in bed, sliding down in the covers next to him, facing him. He doesn’t say anything except to look upon your face, and you are both content to stare at each other, not speaking. You don’t need to. Your presence is a comfort to each other enough without needing words.

You start tracing patterns on Will’s arm, admiring the moles that dot his skin, connecting them with your fingertip like creating a new constellation. As you soothe him with your touch, he begins talking quietly, sharing stories from his childhood, reminiscing about Nan. He chuckles fondly.

“Remember the first night you stayed here…the morning after?” he asks, an amused grin lifting the corners of his lips.

You want to die, re-living the memory.

“Of course,” you snort, “how could I forget?” and you smile despite your previous embarrassment. The scene floods your memory again…

Upon entering the kitchen the next morning, you find Will serving Nan tea, a plate of buttered toast already on the table. She doesn’t seem surprised to see you there, as you sit down at the table next to her, you look down self consciously, realizing that you have put on Will’s clothes.

“Oh, Y/N!” she says happily, “I thought I heard your voice last night,” she smiles sweetly, giving you a knowing look.

Will blanches, almost spilling his Nan’s tea as he sets it down in front of her. He quickly returns to the tea kettle and busies himself with your cup of tea, pretending he hasn’t heard. Your heart jumps into your throat, mortified that she must have heard your unbridled cries of pleasure in the middle of the night and now you want to die of shame right then and there.

You panic slightly, not knowing what to say and decide to follow Will’s lead and pretend you didn’t hear what she just said.

“Uh, yeah Will and I got in late last night, Nan, we’re sorry to have woken you,” you mumble, not meeting her gaze as Will sets your tea in front of you.

“Oh that’s alright, love, it sounded like you had a good time,” she smiles smugly as she sips her tea and raises her eyebrows at her grandson. You know for a fact she is torturing you both on purpose. Will takes his seat and says nothing, wilting under her gaze a little as he sips his tea, his face beat red.

Your eyes meet his briefly and you immediately look away, the guilt between you two is palpable, and you’re not sure if you want to cry or laugh at that moment.…

You and Will snicker at the memory shared.

“Nothin’ ever got by Nan,” Will chuckles nostalgically, remembering the look of horror on your face and the amused look on Nan’s.

“Yeah, good ol’ Nan,” you sigh in contentment, still chortling lightly.

You talk for a long time that night, reconnecting with each other again as the memories seem to weave new threads into your relationship, bonding you, strengthening your ties to one another. For the first time in a while, you see a glimmer of the old Will, before his grief had weighed so heavily upon his heart. He falls asleep before you, and you can’t help but to watch his face as he relaxes into slumber, his pain fading away, smoothing his features. You hope that he has an untroubled, peaceful sleep as you curl next to him and sigh, breathing in his scent as your eyelids get heavy and you drift off too.

The next few weeks passed in a blur. As a part of Nan’s estate, she left Will everything she owned. He now had her house, her car, and her inheritance, though he would have traded it all in an instant to have her back, to hear her voice one more time, to feel her reassuring presence.

Will had good days and bad days. He was…different after her passing. Although there were moments of normalcy and he welcomed you to stay with him at his house as often as you could, you felt Will’s cool mask return, hard and unbothered, but you knew it was just a facade to shield his vulnerable heart. You tried not to take his coolness personally; you knew everyone processed grief differently. He had, also, been instrumental in helping you heal during a very difficult time in your life, and now you hoped to do the same for him in return; you knew patience was key.

You respected his coping mechanisms, but, after a while, your heart missed him and the void left by his emotional withdrawal weighed on you, creating a bittersweet ache in your chest. You missed bantering together, his teasing smile, the feeling of being connected to his deepest thoughts and feelings, and, oh, how you yearned to be physically intimate again too.

You missed his touch, the weight on his body on top of yours, the wholeness you could only feel when he was inside you. You never wanted to seem callous or inconsiderate but the lack of intimacy was starting to wear on you; up until that point, you and Will had had a healthy sex life. You had a vibrator but hated the thought of using it, because he always did it better. But you would never rush him in his healing process given that you knew exactly how he felt. In the depths of your own depression, you swore you would never love nor have sex ever again. So you were patient and you knew he would come back to you, given enough time that he needed to heal from his immense loss.

And you were right; it started with a few extra kisses here and there, hand holding while walking down the street, a tight embrace from behind while you were doing dishes in the evening. Each gesture, though seemingly small, was a sign of the gradual return of the Will you had come to know and love.

He spoke more freely now, sharing the happenings of his day and thoughts, occasionally telling a joke or two, and you felt your emotional connection becoming whole again as he shared what was on his heart. You smiled to yourself at his progress, knowing that, although time eases the pain, it never truly leaves us. You were glad to see him come out of the dark tunnel on his own and reach for the sunlight on the other side.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, the house is relatively dark and quiet, spring storms have rolled in consistently throughout the day. Bored and without much to do, you decide to lay down for a nap but the continuous roll of thunder has kept you up thus far. The window is cracked open and the curtains sway in a gentle breeze, the soft whoosh of the rain and distant rumble of thunder is like a lullaby, but you still couldn’t find sleep.

You hear the door creak open and Will slides down into the bed next to you, he hooks an arm around your hips and pulls you back against his body. His hand slides over your bare leg and he realizes that you only have a t-shirt and underwear on under the covers.

“What are you doing?” he whispers into your ear.

You giggle at the sensation, shoulders coming up to protect your ear from his ticklish breath.

“I’m trying to sleep…” you say. “Wanna join me for a nap?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” he says. “Or…maybe there’s something else we can do to help you sleep,” he whispers suggestively.

He starts trailing his fingertips up and down your leg, over your hip, under your shirt, across your ribs. You stretch and mewl like a cat against his body, relishing in his touch. It had been so long since you had been intimate, your body literally thrums from his attention as his warm hands caress your soft skin.

He’s content to stroke you for a little while, tension building, when he speaks again.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so…absent, recently,” he says softly into your ear, you hear what sounds like guilt in his tone.

You roll over on your back to look at him as he props himself up on his elbow, big puppy dog eyes staring into yours. Your eyebrows knit together.

“Will, you never have to apologize. I know how you’ve been feeling,” you say, as you gently cup his cheek.

He takes a deep breath through his nose. “I just didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want you anymore,” he says sincerely and you appreciate his openness, showing you his heart.

“I know that...probably better than anyone. It’s okay, Will. You know I will always be here for you…however you need me. I’m here,” you say quietly, reassuring him.

He takes your hand that's caressing his face and kisses your palm.

“I know,” he whispers.

He leans down and captures your lips with his own and you instantly melt into him, sighing softly into his mouth. You turn towards him, pressing yourself against his chest as you grab the back of his hair, feeling desperate to have him. He responds, arms encircling you to hold you closer as his tongue gently pushes into your mouth. You grant him access willingly, enjoying the familiarity of the taste of his tongue as it slides over yours. You feel the slick forming between your thighs almost immediately.

You suck on his bottom lip as you feel his hand slide down your side before he takes hold of a chunk of your ass and squeezes, kneading lightly. You can’t contain yourself anymore, so needy for him as you hook a leg over his hip and grind into his pelvis. You feel him smirk under your lips.

“Missed me much?” he whispers, amusement in his voice.

“I think you missed me too,” you whisper back seductively, as you slide a hand in between your bodies and stroke his length through his sweatpants; he’s already hard and wanting.

His hand moves from your ass to lightly press on the outside of your underwear that's covering your slit, already feeling how wet and ready you were for him. You turn your hips so he can reach more easily and spread your legs, completely aware how desperate you look in this moment but you were far beyond the point of caring. You moan pitifully at his touch.

Your kissing intensifies as he slides your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds, groaning deep in his throat when he feels how wet you are for him.

You’re already panting as his fingers skate over your opening and start circling your bud, pleasure coiling deep within; you tug on the back of his hair, needing more.

Thunder rumbles, closer and louder now, the sound of the rain picks up. You smirk to yourself idly, wondering if the thunder has any chance at drowning out your cries of pleasure for what you know Will is about to do to you next.

Will breaks the kiss. “Roll back over,” he says as he hooks his fingers into your panties, intending to slide them down. You reach down and help him take them all the way off, realizing he wants you on your side next to him.

“Take your clothes off too,” you say impatiently, eager to feel his skin against yours again. You pull your t-shirt off over your head, your hair spilling down your back, your nipples pebbling from the cool air, and slide your naked body back down under the covers and face away from him. You feel the bed sink down from his weight as he maneuvers behind you, the heat of his body practically scorching the skin on your back as he pulls you flush against him. His lips are on your neck, his hand sliding up and down your hip and ribs again. He caresses your breast and you give a low moan, turning your head to capture your lips again with his, bringing a hand up to hold the back of his head.

Foreplay be damned, you couldn’t wait to have him inside of you as you press your butt into his groin, grinding against his hard thick cock while spreading your legs again, opening yourself up to him.

He grunts into your kiss and reaches down your body again to play with your pearl. You rock your hips gently into his hand, needing more friction.

Normally content to take his time with you, Will seems to have lost his sense of self control too once he sees your body responding to him, already so wet and willing. After a few more tantalizing moments, he grabs his cock and leans back to line himself up with your entrance and you arch your ass back towards him so he can reach your opening more easily.

He takes a moment to rub the head through your silken folds, accumulating your slick on his cock. It almost drives you mad with desire and you moan desperately, begging for more. You feel his thick length tease your entrance as he pushes the head in. The stretch is different from this angle and, although you are wet, you gasp a little at the unexpected twinge of pain as he buries himself inside your tight, wet heat. He rocks gently into you, sliding in slowly, deliciously; you breathe deeply and bite your lip to keep from crying out again as you adjust to the feeling of his cock filling you up.

At last, when he is fully sheathed inside of you, he grabs your upper body and pulls you back against him, stilling for a moment as you adapt to his size. One hand slides down to play with your pearl again, the other arm slides under your pillow, cradling your neck and head. Although facing away from him, there is something so erotic about being spread open with him holding you from behind as your bodies meld together as one. At last, you finally feel complete again.

He trails kisses from your ear, down your neck, to your shoulder. After a moment, you start to squirm and mewl, and, slowly, languidly, he starts to move his hips. Your eyes roll in your head as the first couple strokes against your g-spot almost has you coming undone. A loud moan escapes your lips as you savor the sensation of his thick cock dragging along your soft velvet walls, pleasure already coiling low in your belly. You’re lost in this moment of feeling him between your legs, splitting you open, where only he belongs, his body connected to yours in a place that was made for him.

You roll your hips back into his, matching his speed, your breathing picking up. Oh, how you’ve missed him, missed the heat of his body, the smell of his skin, the strength of his arms holding you close, the feeling of his teeth grazing your neck, all combined to the way you missed how he consumes you.

He sets a steady pace and you realize you are on the precipice of your orgasm and you try to hold back, your breaths coming in quick pants with the motion of his hips against yours.

“C’mon, babygirl, don’t hold back…I know you wanna cum,” Will growls low into your ear as he feels your pussy clenching around his cock. He picks up the pace just for emphasis, his cock thrusting harshly against your walls, knowing you won’t be able to stifle your orgasm with the increased friction as he also rubs your pearl furiously.

Through your half closed eyelids, you see lightning flash outside, momentarily illuminating the dark room, just as you feel lightning coursing through your body as your release crashes over you. You cry aloud as the thunder claps, intense pleasure surges through you as Will continues to rock his hips into you, sustaining your pleasure through your peak, grunting in your ear. At last, when you stop shaking from the aftermath of your climax, he chuckles gently behind you as he pulls out, clearly amused with just how quickly you came.

Normally, if condoms aren’t handy, Will always pulls out and paints your body with his release, but you don’t feel anything warm on your skin. Your brain is mush from your intense orgasm and you ask him stupidly, “Did you finish?”

“No, not yet anyway,” he says mischievously; Will has never not finished.

“Hmm, well let me help you with that,” you purr sensually as you roll over to him and climb on top, mainly sitting your weight on his upper thighs. Seeing him spread out, naked, before you, your breath catches in your throat for an instant, appreciating his beauty. The skin of his abdomen is unblemished aside from a dusting of freckles and moles; you watch the rise and fall of his chest as you admire the silver cross pendant that nestles in his chest hair. You run your hands over his toned chest and abs, savoring the feel of his powerful muscles beneath your hands.

You lean down and kiss him briefly on the lips before moving down his body, nipping, licking, and grazing with your teeth all the way down. You kiss every mole you come across as you head south towards his thick cock that glistens with your slick, stopping to leave a love bite on his hip bone before you settle between his legs. You grasp his thick cock, head weeping, and immediately take him as far as you can into your mouth and moan, savoring the taste of yourself on your tongue.

You flatten your tongue as you lick him clean, slurping and sucking, using your hand to pump what can’t fit into your mouth. You make eye contact with him and watch his face as you suck his cock hungrily. His lips are pressed together as he breathes in deeply through his long nose, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You take a deep breath as you slide your mouth up and down, swirling your tongue around the tip as he reaches for your hair, entangling his fingers into it. He starts thrusting along with you, matching the rhythm of your mouth. Normally, he matches your pace, but you notice him thrusting a little harder and deeper than before. You breathe through your nose and try to relax your throat as he bucks his hips, sliding himself in and out of your mouth. You feel the tip of his head hit the back of your throat and tears start to form in the corner of your eyes as he fucks your mouth and throat. You’re sure you look positively wrecked in this moment.

Your fingers dig into his thighs as he continues his steady rhythm and you hum low in your throat and watch as the vibration makes his breath hitch.

“Fuck,” Will grunts, panting and you can tell that he’s close. After a few more strokes, his cock starts to pulse in your mouth, his spend hitting the back of your throat, causing you to choke a little as you work him through it until he stills, growling deep in his throat. He pulls his cock from your mouth, his thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“I want to watch you swallow,” he says and you do as you're told. His eyes are dark with lust, watching as your throat bobs before flicking back to meet with your gaze; his look is something akin to pride and you feel yourself flush, preening under his heady expression.

You crawl back up his body and kiss him again, thinking that if you taste yourself on him then he can taste himself from you. You savor the intimate moment as your lips meet and he sucks on your tongue before he pulls you down next to him under the covers and holds you close; you melt back into the heat of his body.

Thunder rumbles, rain still steadily beating on the pavement outside and a cool breeze blows through the room. Pressed against Will’s hot body, the chill doesn't phase you, actually a welcomed relief on your hot and sweaty skin. Snuggling, you hold each other and listen to the patter of the rain.

“Will?” you ask quietly after a bit.

“Hmm?” he murmurs, a gentle acknowledgement that he is listening.

“I think we should go away for a weekend. Travel somewhere. Just to have a little bit of fun,” you say. You had been wanting to bring this up but the timing just never felt right. You thought a weekend trip would be good for Will, good for you both, a change of scenery and some time away together could be exactly what you both need. You have yet to take a trip together as a couple.

He pauses for a moment before responding.

“Yeah, alrigh’, let’s go then,” he says as he places a tender kiss on your cheek.

>>>Part 4

A/N: For those that have made it this far, I just want to thank you all again for reading. I realize that I write about topics that can be extremely painful and triggering for some, perhaps even hard to read at times. For those that have ever struggled, know that I see you and that I know how hard some of those dark days can be, some months can be, some years can be. It does get better, in time. 💙

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The Lead Up

summary: the band grows closer together during their first few months at the X-factor

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Living with the boys was truly the best. They didn’t treat you any differently because you were a girl, it seemed like they tried a little harder to rough you up because you were a girl, and you always met their match.

There was around a month from boot camp- where the band was formed- from the first episode of the season, and another month after that where the episode that showed you forming would air.

During those months Simon had become a quick father to the group. He had a soft spot for you and everyone could tell. Through the time you were there you had some ups and downs. Your performance at Simon’s house was rough as Louis had arrived only 5 minutes prior and all of you were nervous that he wouldn't make it, or scared, as he was in hospital. You were both. Louis and you had become very close in the short time, it wasn’t like siblings, you didn’t know what it was, but you and Louis liked it so it didn’t matter. You and all the boys had really grown together. You, Harry, and Niall seemed to gravitate towards each other simply because you had all met prior to formation.

“My head is saying it's a risk,” Simon paused looking at you all. “But my heart is saying you deserve a shot, and that’s why it’s been difficult. So I’ve made a decision.” You all stood there arms wrapped around each other, waiting anxiously. “I’ve gone with my heart, you’re through.” It hit you all immediately as you jumped up and hugged each other before sprinting to Simon who was laughing softly. The boys followed you as you turned it into a group hug. No one could see through their tears of pure joy. You held Harry as he cried into his arm knowing exactly how he felt.

A day after the bootcamp episode aired you Louis and Harry decided to do a twitcam video. You had to admit Harry looked awfully cute with his beanie on. You sat on the opposite end of the bed of Louis before he was squishing your cheeks making you come over to him. The stream was filled with prank calls, Louis yelling and singing, and lots of laughing.

A few weeks later you had moved into the X-factor house. You had Beverly come and help move your stuff from the house into the new one- her college courses wouldn’t start for another month-. One thing you loved was that the boys wanted you to bunk with them, and you gladly agreed. There were three sets of bunk beds for you to sleep on. You opted for a bottom bunk and Beverly bought you a ‘privacy’ cover that would block out the view into your bunk, and you actually appreciated that.

Bentley was back at college so you didn’t see a lot of him, but you made sure to talk all the time. Nan and Pap ended up opening the bakery they always wanted and you were beyond estactic to see the photo - among with many others of you guys- in the letter they sent you.

Bentley did keep his promise and got your tag number tattooed across his left collar bone. He mailed some polaroids of you and him and you and Beverly to put up wherever you could. Of course there was insistent teasing from Liam and Louis about you and Bentley’s relationship, but it was truly platonic. He was your best friend.

It was crazy how much time had passed between the start of the show and now you guys were headed into the live shows. You had all decided to do some Video Diaries to let the fans in on how you guys were doing on show.

“Hi, we're One Direction.” Louis started the video sitting next to you. “This is our video diary.” you said after him. “You can come back here every week to find out what we’ve been up to, how we're feeling and everything that's going on.” Somehow during Harry's speech Niall and Louis started messing with his hair and you couldn't help but join. You were all essing sound until Liam got back on track.

“Alright what's happening this week? We've moved into the x-factor house which is really exciting and I’ve been waiting a long time for this." Everyone smiled at Liam as he had been through this before. “We've got a decent room in the house. It's not the biggest-” it seemed with that that everyone voiced their opinion on how bad the room was. “It's okay because we're all enjoying ourselves and all having a laugh.” You looked up to Zayn as he spoke, resting your head on his knees. “Sharing a room with 5 of your best friends.” Harry jokingly sapped and the rest of you joined in on mockery.

“We’ve been practising hard, uh, it's a good song. You lot like it?” they all voiced their opinions to you and you continued. “Yeah it's a good song, we really like the song.”

“I think we’ve had a lot of preparation now, the times ticking by and we just can't wait to get on the stage. Show everyone what we can do as a group.” you watched louis as he spoke with a small smile. “If you’ve got any questions to ask us just leave them down below and we'll get back to yah.” Liam closed out with all you pointing to the imaginary border below you. “See you guys.” Harry waved and you all waved shouting goodbyes.

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whois-jess · 7 months

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Hi, I see you accept request. Well, I wanted to request a Rhea Ripley x Fem! Reader in which reader loses her pandora bracelet before to go to a party and she's desperated because that bracelet is so important to her (I have one myself and I could literally die if I lost it because it's very expensive and I put so much effort in collection charms and I'm still working hard to fill it all up) and Rhea helps her to look for it all over their apartment.

Pandora Bracelet

Rhea Ripley x fem!Reader

Hope you enjoy <3

I was getting ready for party some wrestlers were throwing just to have a good time, i was in me and Rheas bedroom at the vanity table in my navy dress and black heels finishing up some light makeup when i realized i forgot to put my special Pandora bracelet back on, i put my makeup away and looked on the vanity table for my bracelet but i couldn't see it anywhere so i checked the bathroom, nope not there either.

"Rhea!" I shouted as she was in the bathroom getting ready "yes love!" I heard her shout back "come here i need you!" I didn't hear a reply but i saw her enter the room "what's up love" she asks hugging me from behind "i can't find my bracelet Rhea" i say looking up at her "y/n we have to go soon we will look for it later" she smiles at me "Rhea you know how important that bracelet is to me its expensive as well" i complain, i got that bracelet myself but my nan would always buy me charms for it but sadly she died a few years back and it always reminded me of her "okay love we will look for it" she says letting me go "where have you looked" she asked "vanity and bathroom" i reply going over to my side of the bed to start looking to see if a dropped it, i knelt on the floor when a felt a stinging pain on my ass i look up to see Rhea smiling down at me "sorry could help it you look good in that dress" i let out a tiny laugh trying to be annoyed and went back to looking as did Rhea.

After awhile of looking i walked into the living room where Rhea was "found it?" She asked "no" i huffed getting upset that we haven't found it, i gussed Rhea picked up on this as she walked over pulling me into a hug "its here somewhere baby" she said stroking my hair as all i could smell was her perfume calming me down a bit i felt her kiss the top of my head letting me go so she could see my face i looked up into her blue eyes she was smiling at me her thumb stroking my cheek "yeah your right" i said smiling back at her "lets do one more look over before we have to go" she lets go of me as she walks over to our kitchen looking everywhere as i walk over to our second bathroom seeing if i left it in here.

I moved the towels in the bathroom the toothbrushes, toothpaste, our skin care, head bands and nothing i was stressing about it at this point and to be honest i almost started to cry, i knew it was silly to cry over a bracelet but to me it was the last thing i had of my nan and she was like my best friend when she was alive and not to mention how much it costs. I walked back into the living room seeing barry and luna and the sofa laying down on their blanket looking at me, i say beside them petting them "hi babys you okay" I say knowing they wont reply when i saw Rhea walk in "no luck?" I ask and she shakes her head "how could one bracelet vanish" i say standing up brushing my dress "i have no idea baby" Rhea says wrapping an arm around me "i am sorry love" she saus kissing my forehead gently "its okay its not your fault" i say smiling at her.

Barry walks over to us from his stop on the sofa jumping at Rheas legs "what big boy" she said stroking his head, i look down at him them at luna "baby you don't think they took it?" I ask looking at her as she stops Barry "check their beds if not its a trip to the vets" she says as i walk to their beds my heels tapping on the floor, i bend down looking at thier beds seeing nothing "nothing Rhe" i say and the thinks for a second "look under" she says as Barry tries to get her attention Luna stays laydown looking on at what's happening "alright" i lift Lunas bed to see nothing them i lift Barrys to see my Pandora bracelet sitting there "Found it!" I say with happiness putting it on "Barry what were you doing with it silly boy" i say petting his face then giving Luna some love "We should go now we are a bit late" Rhea smiles at me "yeah we should" i say kissing her cheek as i get my bag and keys and she does the same "ready now?" Rhea asks "yes" i smile holding her hand and place a gentle kiss on her lips before we leave for the night.

#rhea ripley #wwe judgement day #rhea ripley x reader

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Broken Prism

Chapter 16

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Toddxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none, just a hint of violence

Summary: Jason and YN have settled into the Batfamily, but things never stay nice in Gotham

The heat in Gotham in mid-July was the worst. The pavement was sticky, the city smelled rank and it made having to walk around all day the worst experience possible. That was why so many people saved their outings until after dark. And that’s what you did also. You needed to meet a contact about Joker. He was still in Arkham but there were rumblings that Harley Quinn was resurfacing after her escape from Blackgate in early June. Your contact was supposed to meet you at the docks around 11PM, and it was still in the upper 80s with no breeze. The river looked refreshing honestly and you understood for a moment why Killer Croc would want to stay underwater all the time. It was 11:30 at the moment and you were about to give up when someone climbed out of the water.

“King Shark?” you said, having not expected that at all. “You said your name was Nan.”

“My name is Nanaue so I told the truth,” he said. You let out a nervous breath, not exactly a fan of all those teeth and being alone. “Are you Lady Red?” You nodded, still pleased with the name you and Jason had come up with to keep your name off the street as much as possible. He wasn’t going to want you out there fighting crime in a cape yet, but you could do your job and hopefully keep your real name and where you lived under wraps.

“You have information on Harley for me?” you asked. He nodded. “What do you want in exchange?”

“Nothing, Harley is my friend and I want you to stop looking for her. She is with us now, she does not like Joker anymore,” he said. You nodded.

“So, she’s not planning to break him out of Arkham?” you confirmed, and the shark shook his head. “Good, thank you.”

“Tell your friend he should take a shower, I can smell him from here,” the shark said before diving back into the river. You laughed out loud at that, turning and looking towards the nearby warehouse where you knew Jason was hiding, watching.

“Well, that was rude,” he said into the communicator you had in your ear. You laughed even more. “Do you think he’s lying about Harley?” You could hear the nervousness in his voice. He still had nightmares about Joker, you heard him across the hall crying out sometimes and had one more than one occasion run into his room and climbed in next to him, letting him curl around you as he listened to your heartbeat to fall back asleep.

“I normally can tell if people are lying, but he is a giant shark so it’s a little harder to tell, but I think he was telling the truth,” you said. King Shark’s voice has been even, his eyes focused on you, not skirting around. “I’m going to head down to the Diamond District, I need to visit CADMUS. You can go back to your own thing; I don’t think a scientist is going to kidnap me.”

“I’m sorry have you met most of the scientists in this city? They’re the worst,” Jason answered. “But I do have to get moving, Penguin is trying to run some guns through East End and well, I need some more guns.” You rolled your eyes, climbing into the McLaren you so desperately loved to steal from Bruce’s garage.

“Yes, more guns, Bruce will love that,” you said. You heard him laugh and smiled. “Did you show him those new designs you were working on?” He didn’t answer. “Red, your designs are good and they would help you be less lethal, which we all know he will love, and you should also show him your updates to the exploding gel.” You heard him clear his throat. “Ok, I’ll stop, see you at home later Hoodie.” You took the communicator from your ear and drove off towards CADMUS.

Jason heard you disconnect, not being able to stop the smile that appeared when you said you would see him at home. He didn’t exactly know how or when it happened, but he had a home and a family again. He was even on decent terms with Tim, though he wasn’t telling anyone that yet. Even Bruce had taken him back to the basketball court to see how he did, and he was pleased to say he won that round of 1-on-1. And YN, she had made everything come together, held him together, even when he was about to fall apart. The nightmares didn’t stop, and sometimes even the coping skills that Dr. Thompkins was teaching him in their sessions wasn’t even to keep the sound of laughter and screeching metal at bay in his mind, but he was having more good days than bad now. It was refreshing and freeing.

He dropped down to the ground from the warehouse and hopped on his bike, heading towards East End to deal with Penguin and get himself some new guns. He was just crossing over into East End when he saw too late the spike strips across the darkened alley. He tired to veer but they bike hit them, tires bursting and sending him and the bike spinning out. He slid on the pavement, lucky for his armor and helmet or he would have been torn to shreds. He still felt the pain of impact but thought he was safe from most of the damage. He jumped up, ready to attack when he felt the bat to his back. He spun, guns aimed and fired at the retreating attacker. What the hell? He looked around, watching as dozens of guys walked out of the surrounding buildings. And there on the fire escape was Penguin.

“I see you got my invitation,” he said. Jason didn’t respond but saw what was going on. The gun run was a ruse and he had fallen for it. “Your men are dead, I already had them thrown into the river. You on the other hand, you are a bigger problem.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Jason snarked, watching around him for someone to make the first move.

“Ya, well, it's time I deal with you. Go ahead boys, have fun, but I want him alive,” Penguin said, waving his hand and disappearing back into the building. They descended and Jason knew, even as he fought and clawed and shot and stabbed, that he didn’t have a chance.

By the time Tim responded to the tracker alarm Jason had activated all that was left in the alley was his guns and a torn-up leather jacket covered in blood.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [47]

chapter forty-seven, act six: be my mistake

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August 29th, 2016

The bruise on her cheek can’t be hidden, the outline of her father’s hand a constant reminder of the weight she bears on her shoulders. Luckily the guys aren’t here and the meal they were supposed to be having was pushed back. Gabby had helped her with that. Telling them all that she was ill and wanted to be left alone.

That’s why Tommie is confused when she hears the familiar coded knock that Matty had made up and forced everyone to do before they entered the flat. Keys jingle in the door and it opens to allow light in from the hallway.

“Tommie?”

She purses her lips and sinks lower into the sofa, part of her hopes he’ll leave, that he’ll think she’s not sure. But then his steps get closer and begin to round the kitchen counter. She closes her eyes, makes sure her cheek is pushed into her arm curled around a pillow and waits.

“Tom?”

The sofa dips as Adam lowers himself onto it, “Tommie. Wake up, come on.”

“Go away.”

“Gabby said you weren’t feeling well. You alright?”

“Fine.”

“I know where you went, you know.”

She slowly peels one eye open to look up at him, “You do?”

“You made the mistake of telling the worst secret keeper in the world where you were going.”

She groans and shoves her face into the pillow, he can faintly hear a ‘bloody nan’ from the muffled cushion.

“How did it go?” She remains with her face shoved into the pillow and suddenly Adam is fifteen years old again, catching the train to Wales after his ten year old cousin has called screaming and crying for him to save her. He remembers that day in so much detail. The way she couldn’t breathe over the phone, the whispered breaths so her father who was passed out in the other room couldn’t hear her. Her grandparents and mother had been away for a family wedding that said no kids. She was alone, with no one.

“Tommie?”

She finally gives in and turns her face, he winces the moment he sees the purple mark. “Oh, Tommie.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?”

Adam places his hand on her shoulder, rubbing up and down her arm. He can see the tears welling up in her eyes.

“To-”

“Why can’t he just love me?”

The moment the first tear falls a whole wave follows and she’s a sobbing mess as she clutches onto his hand. He drops to his knee in front of the sofa, hand cupping her face to wipe away her tears. “He loves JJ, and Juliet, why can’t he love me? I-I stalked his wife, he’s such a good dad to them. Why couldn’t he be that for me? Do you know how many of my footy matches he missed? Do you know how many school plays he promised to be at and never showed up? How many parents' evenings he missed? How many birthdays, christmases… He’s been at every single one for that little brat.”

“Who gives a shit?” Adam says and her cries stop, knocked out of her from her shock at this new side of him. “Look at yourself, Tommie. You are an amazing woman, with people who care about you and turn up for you, you don;t need to worry about daddy deadbeat. I bet his life is miserable, I bet his wife hates him and he’ll give up eventually because he’s too lazy to break the cycle, he always has been. You know this.”

He helps her to sit up and wraps his arms around her, “You’re not alone, Tommie. I’m here.”

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July 9th, 2017

She freezes, hand hovering over the zip for her bag as she meets George’s eyes. “What are you doing?”

He looks around, all her stuff has been packed up from the bus, Button sits patiently by the door with her favourite toy in her mouth. “Tommie?”

She just shakes her head slowly and glances behind him, “It’s just me. What happened?”

“I can’t, George. I can’t do it anymore. Matty’s going to die, and I can’t- I won’t…. No.”

She tries to swallow the lump in her throat but it causes her to choke instead. George is at her side as she descends into a fit of coughs. He rubs her pack helping her to sit on the bed. “I-I-I won’t have him die in my arms. I won’t be the one to find him, George. I can’t.”

He pulls her into his chest as she sobs, her hands curled into fists around his shirt as her tears soak the collar. “Shhh, shhh, Matty is- he’s gonna be alright.”

“No. He’s gonna kill himself, George.”

“I’ll talk to him. I’ll hold him down if I have to.”

“I’m going, George. I’m going home. I’m leaving the band.”

“You can’t- we need you, Tom.”

She shakes her head, “You don’t.”

“Of course we do. You’re Tommie, our Tommie, the band isn’t the 1975 without Tommie McDuff.”

She purses her lips and sniffles, “Please don’t make this harder for me.”

He looks at his shoes, still holding her tightly to his side, one hand brushing through her hair, “I’m sorry,” He mutters quietly, “I’ll fix this.”

“It isn’t your job to fix him. Don’t put that weight on your shoulders.”

He shakes his head and plants a kiss on her hairline, “I’ll fix him up, I’ll make him better, then you can come back, and we can go back to normal.”

“There’s no normality after this, G.”

She pulls herself from him slowly and clears her throat as she rises to stand and grips her bag.

He watches her glance around as she heads for the door, he stands, hand catching her arm just before she enters the front end of the bus. “Just remember that you’re not alone, Tommie. I’m here.”

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August 5th 2017

Phoebe left not too long ago to head to the studio. Max and Button have been sleeping for the past hour and Tommie’s been drawing her sorrows in ben and jerrys.

There’s a knock on the apartment door and she raises her head to look at it, but then they knock again, and again, and then again. With a huff she abandons the ice cream and heads for the door.

Pushing herself up onto her tiptoes she stares through the peephole at a familiar brunette. “Ross?”

He grins as she swings open the door, holding up two plastic bags and shaking them around. “Hey.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Phoebe told me you were ill.”

She nods, “Yeah, something like that.”

“What’s wrong?” He sets the bags on the counter taking out the stuff inside. He seems like he’s bought an entire seven-eleven. There’s two boxes of dr pepper, crisps in every single flavour, two tubs of ice cream, many different bars of chocolate and those cookies she tried once in New York and fell in love with.

She chews on her bottom lip and watches him carefully, “Tom?” He glances over at her when she’s quiet. He knows her, knows what her silence means and the hesitation in her eyes.

She nods her head towards the living room and he abandons his food to follow after her. Button perks up as he passes and trots over for attention, Ross allows her to have it for a moment and the moment he stops to give his full attention to Tommie the dog goes back to sleeping.

“Caleb and I broke up.”

“Fina-” He cuts himself off with a forceful cough, “Oh no, are you okay? What happened?”

His fake voice gets a laugh from her and she shakes her head, “He got me… pregnant.”

“Oh… oh.” His eyes glance towards her stomach and she smacks his arm. “What is it?”

She almost straight out says dead. But refrains and lifts her shoulders to sit a little taller.

“I got an abortion. That’s why I’m ‘ill’.”

“Are you okay?”

She nods and fiddles with the sleeve of her jumper. “Guess so. I mean, I didn’t really want it, so I guess I’m not that upset.” She looks across to Button, “Besides, I got my handful with that child.”

Ross almost makes a joke about Matty being her child too. Almost. But he catches himself in the last second. “But, are you okay now?”

She nods, “I’m good, I’m really good. I’m actually kind of happy. Happier than I have been in a while.”

Ross smiles at that, his big tooth golden retriever smile she loves so much, “That’s good.”

She nods, “Just a little lonely I guess? You know. I’m so used to having you guys around, now it’s just me and Pheebs, and these guys.”

“You don’t have to miss us, Tom. We’re all a call away, you know we’d drop anything for you, right?”

She nods and accepts his embrace falling into his chest. “I just got so used to being with you all every day, I mean we’ve barely been apart for five years.”

He agrees, “It is kinda weird not having you with us, on tour. Matty’s moodier than usual, George won’t talk to him unless it’s to yell at him and Adam is just… he’s grumpy.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shushes her and shakes his head as he holds her tighter, “Don’t apologise for putting yourself first, it’s about time. I’m glad you’re happy. It makes me happy knowing you’re happy.”

She moves herself to kiss his cheek and thanks him quietly as she closes her eyes.

“You don’t have to be lonely. You’re not alone, Tommie. I’m here.”

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wardingoffevil · 1 year

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Bobby McKenzie as a Dad

Omg this is one of my favorites! Bobby as a dad gives me brain rot. Fatherhood was meant for Bobby. I wanted to save him for last but I couldn’t wait. I finally finished this

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🧁 It was a rollercoaster ride for Bobby when his kids were born. He definitely tried to get the mom, nurses, and doctors to laugh while putting on the gown, gloves, mask, and wrapping a stethoscope around his neck. He may have tried to lighten the mood but inside he was a nervous wreck. Bobby’s a crier. He sobbed for each birth. Full on ugly crying.

🧁 Bobby wants a lot of kids, I’d say about 3-4, if not more than that. It doesn’t matter if they’re all girls, all boys, even number of both, odd number of both, he’s happy regardless. A baby around his chest, a toddler wrapped around his left leg, a seven year old putting icing on the fresh cupcakes out of the oven—that sort of chaos is Bobby’s bliss.

🧁 All of Bobby’s kids inherited his pretty freckles.

🧁 There’s no Bobby as a girl dad or a boy dad—he’s the same dad to all his kids: energetic, lovable, silly, and supportive. He’s just happy to be a dad. Period.

🧁 Bobby is the child-at-heart type of father. The type of father that loves to see his kids use their imagination, their creativity. The type of father that doesn’t see “weird” or “eccentric” kids. He sees children being children. He may be an adult, but his childlike sense of wonder and curiosity still flows through his veins.

🧁 Bobby’s eldest daughter’s named Paisley.

🧁 Chelsea designed the nurseries. Bobby helped a lot with ideas and quirks. They’re an amazing interior design team and Bobby thinks he may have a future in it if his bakery fails (it won’t).

🧁 Bobby has no problem at all checking on the baby during the night. He knows the drill. Even if he gets home late, even if he has to be up in three hours. He’s making sure his children are alright.

🧁 He named cupcakes after his children at his bakery.

🧁 Nap time isn’t just for kids in the McKenzie house. Bobby likes to join in because it gives him an excuse to watch cartoons and nap.

🧁 Bobby calls Gary a lot asking him for advice, telling him what curse word he taught his toddler to say, planning their next “dad’s day”, etc. They were best mates in the villa and it remained the same outside the villa. If they’re not texting, they’re FaceTiming.

🧁 You’re insane if you think each of his kids don’t get their own unique boops from him, complete with sounds.

🧁 Bobby makes all the kids’ lunches every day before school. Something different every day, too. Complete with a cupcake/cookie and a smiley face Post-It note from dad.

🧁 There’s always some kind of music playing in this house at all times, the genre varies from day to day.

🧁 Bobby sings “You Are My Sunshine” to his kids. With a guitar or without.

🧁 Bedtime stories are reserved only for Bobby. Sometimes he’ll read their favorite books, sometimes he makes the story up on the spot. But his favorite story to tell is “The Adventures of LongBob Cupcake.” He tells the kids that it’s based on true events.

🧁 The McKenzie’s (including his parents and sister) do go to Jamaica, once a year, to visit Bobby’s nan. Everyone looks forward to it.

🧁 Bobby never gets mad at his kids for throwing parties while he’s gone. All he cares about is the kitchen not getting trashed.

🧁 Bobby’s another loud and proud dad that attends every single activity for his kids. Definitely can hear him shouting over all the other dads, and he’s always front row center when taking videos. His social media accounts are flooded with his kids’ things.

🧁 Gary, Rahim, and Noah still hang out with Bobby. Bobby loves when everyone comes to visit because it gives him an excuse to bake and to try new recipes out on them. Gary eats anything, so really he tests the recipes on Rahim and Noah.

🧁 Bobby is the father that every kid dreams of having. He’s so loving, so accepting, so supportive of his children. He is never NOT proud of them.

There are so many Bobby pages on here that are amazing, but one in particular sticks out the most: @ravenadottir (currently on hiatus), and it can be found here. There’s all sorts of information/route guides/headcanons for Bobby. She even has an amazing fic for him as well (Paisley Cuddle is a must-read if you haven’t yet). 🖤

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daisyblog · 1 year

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Story Of My Life

Our Story Masterlist Summary: One Direction film their music video for their single, Story Of My Life. Today YN was on the music video set as the boys were filming for their coming single, Story Of My Life. When discussing ideas, Ben suggested that they try and recreate some of their childhood photos and that meant that they were able to invite some of their family along to the shoot. Usually, YN would be rushing around on shoot days, styling the boy's hair and touching up any blemishes on their skin with a tad of makeup. But today YN was a part of the shoot, the one having her hair done and minimal make-up being added to YN's face.

The boys were all walking around the set looking at the thousands of photos of each of them with their families growing up, and of course, being Louis’s sister, YN's face was also up on display too. Louis had spotted one of them both cuddled up, YN was sat on his lap as a toddler, and he was reading her a book. “Harry!” Louis shouted. “Come and ‘ave a look at this one me and YN…look at ‘er haircut.” he teased. Harry walked over and smiled fondly at the photo of YN and Louis. “Why does she look so scared?” Harry asked with a chuckle, noticing the face YN was pulling. “It’s probably me hair init..I mean look at the state of that on me ‘ed.” Louis joked.

Harry couldn’t help but let his mind wander to if they were to have children together one day what they would look like. Would they have the Tomlinson’s big blue eyes, or perhaps his dark thick curls? Either way, the thought made his heart race with excitement at the idea of a mini YN and him running around one day.

For his section of the video, Louis had chosen a photo that included YN, their grandparents, and their late great-grandparents. In the photo, eight-year-old Louis and four-year-old YN were sat, wearing matching red and black pyjamas, in front of the sofa where four of their grandparents were all sitting. In front of them both were a light wood table and sitting on top was a tray with a few carrots and a glass of red liquid to the side. YN and Louis were slightly smiling at the camera which captured the cherished memory.

Their Nan and Grandad were both already in their positions ready to film, Jen was laying across the arm of the cream sofa and Len was on the other side, sitting comfortably.

“Well It’s nice to put me old pyjamas on, I'm surprised they still fit me, but I think it shows what great shape I've stayed in my whole life.” Louis sarcastically commented to the camera crew capturing the moment.

As they began to film Louis's part of the video, they were all directed to keep as still as possible for them to be able to fade the video into the old photo and then back to now. The two siblings were sitting behind the wooden table and as Louis began to move to his next position, YN noticed Harry standing beside Ben watching and giving her a little wink. YN had already explained to her boyfriend that she was nervous to film today because it was emotional for both her and Louis to have to recreate a childhood photo and two special people are not in it any longer.

When they were all told that they were able to move in the next clip, YN moved so her and Louis were now sitting between your grandparents smiling and laughing, and Louis putting his arms around his sister's shoulder pulling her closer and leaving a kiss on her head. The moment really showed the bond they both had.

“That’s a wrap you guys!”.

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yourladysteel · 3 months

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Other women wear the same perfume as you That floral but not overpowering scent That musky, linger in the air smell of you That can throw me in a time portal Back, back, about three years now, To the Barberton house Or the bags that drip with radiation

It’s at its worse when I’m in Farmers Because that’s where all those women go Middle aged with money in their pockets Buying the clothes you once brought While mum sticks with the perfumes Avoiding unsuccessfully The ones that smell like you

I have to press myself back against the jewellery cabinets Both to let people down the aisle And to dodge the thing I can’t see Mouth a small scowl, eyes heavy-lidded An attempt to look as nonchalant as a teenager Still successful in looking like a teenager Because of my twelve year old face that hasn’t changed in years

Lord, I do not want to think about how yours has changed so.

Now, in Farmers, or in Ezibuy, or on the damn street Your ghost passes by in the form of another woman A grandmother to her own grandchildren, perhaps Or just a possession of your own choosing Hoping to lure me to the other side When I turn too quickly to look back at them Snapping my neck for hope that it’s you

Sometimes, on a whim, I think about reaching out To grab the solid ghost made up of memories Wrapped up in a smell Wondering, on a whim, whether they’ll reach back too To grab the solid granddaughter made up of wishes Wrapped up in her In you

If I grabbed them Pulled them back Hugged them tight Cried Screamed Stayed silent Just sighed

Would they turn into you? A different kind of resurrection That hasn’t happened in novels before One based on that perfume The one I don’t even have a name to All in an effort to give you a second chance At trying life out again

Where you can go skydiving for your sixtieth Or live in your new house for longer than a month Where you could have waved me goodbye at the airport When I finally started the journey we had been talking about A life where you can watch your daughter and I Walk across a stage for ten seconds For a piece of paper you helped me achieve

For a moment, that particular moment When your perfume is all I can smell I think about how fifty-seven was too young How I have friends who have parents Older than you Who are still here to this day When you’re not

But too soon in my musings They have disappeared They are gone And so is my chance And so are the memories And so is the perfume And so are you

And so are you You You were gone too soon

-Perfume, or, It's Been Seven Years Since My Nan Died So Here Is A Poem I Wrote When I Was Younger That Highlights How The Grief Never Leaves Me, It Lingers Even After I've Forgotten How Her Hand Used To Feel In Mine

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND

A/N: im so glad you guys love this iconic duo just as much as i do! so here is a bit of a more emotional piece!

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SUMMARY: It's your niece's birthday party and Nan lets Harry in on a piece of her past. She finally tells him about her late husband and the love she shared with him.