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beaupii · 4 months

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minors dni 18+ / ageless will be blocked

content: aftercare, mentions of rough sex, nicknames, teasing (affectionate), alluding to cockwarming

pronouns: none; intended afab!reader

you let out a whine into felix's shoulder, your body settling after your lovely boyfriend sending orgasm after orgasm. your vision is still fuzzy, legs feeling like jelly, and your hands aching from holding onto felix. "you okay, angel?" he said softly, as if he didn't run a whole bullet train on you.

"mhm," you hummed. "felt good, bubba. 'm just tired."

"tired," he chuckles at you, sitting up whilst still inside you. "i did all the work."

"you wanna be the one getting railed for the next hour?" you raised your eyebrow, pinching at his forearms. he holds his hands up in defense, leaning down to press another kiss on your lips.

"i'm gonna pull out now," he states, his hands holding onto your hips as he does so. you whine at the empty feeling but feel the juices out of you leak. "good thing i put a towel down, i knew you'd make a mess."

"shuddup," you hide your face, embarrassed at how well he knows your body. he presses a kiss on your temple before taking the clean parts of the towel to help clean you up. you peek from behind your hands, watching as he makes his way off the bed. "i love you."

"i love you more angel," he says. you put your hands down to watch him move around the room. he digs in your drawers for some fresh panties and a new sleep shirt. he places the clothes on the end of the bed, close enough for you to reach over. your legs are still twitching from felix stretching them to push deeper inside you. "do you need water love?" he says getting dressed.

"please," you hum, getting dressed on the bed. your boyfriend disappears into your living room while you finally settle into your sheets. he reappears with a glass of water and a small plate with his brownies he made earlier in the day. "oh thank you bub."

you snack on the treat as felix pulls out his gaming chair from his desk. your head tilts as you watch him seat himself. now avoiding your eye contact, you glare at him for a moment when it clicks. "are you actually gonna play games after you just fucked the living hell out of me?" you questioned.

"no," he lied through his teeth. you could tell he was itching to play, his hands resting on the chair's arm rest. he finally makes eye contact with you. taking a deep sigh, before hanging his head down. "kinda wanted to do my commissions for genshin before it resets."

"you are one in a million, you know?" you place down the plate of brownies as you make your way off the bed. your legs hit the ground and sorenes is felt throughout. bearing the pain, you walked over to your adoring boyfriend who stared at you with puppy eyes. you make your way onto his lap, legs finding their right place on either side of him. luckily last christmas you had gotten him a bigger more comfier chair to sit in that could fit you both. "if you wanna play your game, i'm getting my cuddles either way."

he chuckled, adjusting your body to sit nicely on his. felix moved to grab a blanket beside the desk, one you kept next to him in case he got cold playing, and placed it over your body. finally tucked in, felix moved to face his desk to launch his game. "i would've cuddled you after angel, you do know that?" he reminds.

"yeah, but i'm impatient and needy so i win either way like this," you hum into his shoulder.

"needy?" he raised an eyebrow. "are you still horny babe?"

"if this is your way of asking me to cockwarm you," you glared.

"hey you said you were needy," he says in defense. "plus it'll keep you warm while i play."

"horny bastard," you huff.

"sooooo yes? or no?" he asks. "i need to know before i start the game, otherwise you have to wait til we're back in bed."

"this is manipulation," you accuse. he looks at you, knowing full well your answer. he taps your thighs with his fingers, indicating that he was being serious about waiting until later. "yes...but only because i want to. not because you asked."

"of course," felix smiles, helping you lift up your hips. "only because you wanted to."

#beaupii.scribbles #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #skz felix #lee felix #felix smut

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goldsbitch · 4 months

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That one flight home

part 6 to That one Christmas flight

summary: Kiss me hard before you go.

warning: oral sex, cheesy af, swear words I guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

It's inevitably a strange experience to wake up next to someone you'd never slept next to before. Y/N kept waking up as her heart was testing the limits of the amount of heartbeats a human body can entail before it becomes a condition. She watched Lando, as he snored ever so quietly, saving every moment in her memory. Unlike her, Lando was used to sleepless nights. And unlike her, the strangest part of their first night together for him was the fact he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence. So simple, so easy. His mind and soul safe and sound. Perhaps he made the leap of the first night slumber on the first flight, when she rested her head on his shoulder for almost six hours.

When he woke up, she was standing by the window, watching whatever seemed to be happening on the street. He stayed silent, admiring the figure and the way light higlighted her curves. Only once she turned around, he spoke to her.

"Hey you...early morning person, I see," he grunted, wanting nothing more that to return to any of their previous activities, starting with cuddling.

"Yeah, sadly so. Would love to sleep til 12 sometimes," she said and glanced over to him morning boner. Lando noticed her look and shook his head.

"What can I say, impossible to control that."

"I like it, it's cute!"

"Did you just call my boner cute? Ouch," he pretended to get hurt.

She returned back to the bed. "It's cute that you have one."

"Hard to imagine not having one." They locked their lips having absolutely no care in the world for morning breath.

"Breakfast?" she asked, hungry as ever. It was a hard decision as she absolutely loved being locked in his embrace.

Lando had something different in mind, but god he was starving.

They got dressed and lazily strolled downstairs to a lovely breakfast patio. Y/N was over the moon internally about how touchy Lando became with her. His and on her lower back was something she could get used to very quickly. Y/N noticed few looks coming their way as they sat down and could not quite pin down why. First thing on her mind was that they looked a cute couple. She disregarded that as she remembered that she was sitting here with Lando Norris.

"Did you notice that people were looking at us?" she remarked over her morning coffee.

"Yeah...But like in a different way than they usually stare at me. Fuck it honestly, we have few hours before return to the madness so let's just chill," he smiled without a care in the world. Y/N relaxed again. They chatted away for few minutes before an older Italian lady, one of the fellow guests, approached them. Lando was almost ready for a photograph and a plea for confidentiality - that was until she opened her mouth and started screaming at them in Italian. He had no idea what any of those words meant, so he searched for a clue on Y/N's face. The poor girl sat there with a red face, making it really hard for Lando not to laugh at this situation, so he sipped his tea to hide his mouth. Once this lady left, silence fell over. Quite few people were giving them looks.

"Was she commenting on my hair?" asked Lando to ease the tension. "I am having an exceptionally good hair day."

Y/N took a deep breath. "From what I've gathered, we are both absolute filthy pigs, who have no manners and use this nice hotel as a brothel."

"Ah, nice. Cool!" Lando respectfully waved at the angry lady.

"Do you think we were like loud yesterday?" It was wrong how proud it had been making him.

"We're in Italy for god sake, isn't it all suppose to be little louder here?"

Y/N shot him a look. He sent her a wink.

Time was a cruel lady. The pair was starting to reach the final minutes of their encounter. The quickly wrapped up their breakfast, sharing amused looks in silence. Lando felt a strange discomfort when he saw her checking out the time.

They were back kissing in their hotel room in minutes. It was impossible to do anything else. They were making out on the bed when the housekeeper came in. Lando stopped them in the door: "Late check out, please! Late check out. Yeah, thanks." He then turned back to Y/N. "I'm not done with you, honey." With a cheeky look on his eyes, he began to remove Y/N's shorts and underwear.

"Pretty," he commented once she was naked. She rolled her eyes and bit her tongue. Lando went onto putting slow kisses from her feet all the way to her thighs, testing which spots worked the best. Once he was almost the top of her thighs, he looked up to her and gently bit. When he saw that she was ok with it, he used more force. Y/N let out a shy scream of pain, the kind of pain that is dancing on the edge of pleasure and aching.

She moaned his name softly, as his tongue continued where it had started and abruptly ended the night before. She touched his hair and held his head in the place. Lando enjoyed her being demanding. He varied his moves and meticulously burned her reactions into his memory as if he was suppose to be completing his exams on this. Once he fund the specific moves she responded to the most, he repeated those until she could not continue no more. He watched as she reached the high for two times. There were few things making him feel genuinely proud of himself like this has. This what people meant when they described mindblowing, Y/N realized. "Come here to me," she demanded once she was done. Lando went to cuddle with her, face to face, watching her breath slowing down again. The laid like this for few minutes, neither of them wanting to break the silence. Until one of them had to.

"We'll need to get going so you don't miss your flight," Lando whispered. Y/N wanted nothing else then to miss her flight and stay stuck in this room with him.

"Yeah, I know. Just one more minute."

The drive to the airport was unusually quiet. Lando had his flight later than Y/N did, but insisted on going with her earlier to accompany her. Airports were becoming her least favorite thing, as another goodbye was knocking on the door. They held hands casually all the way to the check in. Another last kiss. The kind to leave sting.

"Give me something of yours. So that I have something to remind me of you," he asked softly. Taken back a bit, Y/N took her necklace off and handed it to him and exchanged it for Lando's hoodie.

Y/N was the last passenger to board the plane taking her back home. Lando had the same coffee at the same place as he did yesteday, only this time it had a weirdly bitter aftertaste. He played with her necklace, she wore his hoodie trying to soak his perfume in while it was still fresh.

First hangover is always the worst. Pains in weird places one did not know existed, blood flowing in a strange pace. Everything slightly out of place and sun just a little too bright on the tired eyes. Y/N got drunk a little too quickly on her racer crush and the come down was more like a vertical crash down.

The evening she arrived back home was a joyous one. She got out the plane and almost danced all the way to the train heading to the centre. Met up with her friends and would just not shut up about her time with Lando. Unstoppable force that would talk the most skilled politician into listening her talk about the way his hair curled and his touch burned. Like every other drug addict, once the reality hit and the high lost its intense hue, she crashed.

What was supposed to happen now? Monday morning rolled in and new chapter began. The darkest thoughts she kept at bay for long enough got landed the main role. It was just a hook up to him. Nothing more. He was way beyond her league. She gave him what he wanted and he will not be able to give her what she wants. He is already is somebody else's arms by now. All the other guys will be just a different shade of gray compared to the bright orange that followed his charming aura.

"Y/N? Yes, she is a hard to get bitch, she will not fall easily for just about anyone. Not the relationship kind, that's for sure", is how she'd probably get described as by her friends. Her best kept secret was that she was an absolute hopeless romantic. Fell a little too hard for every crush she had and never found a way how to attract those she wished to spend her days and nights with. Her evening with Lando was the closest she got to her deepest dreams coming true. Every other situationship she has had in the past was so dull compared the how loudly this one screamed. So of course, when no messages came in from him, her natural instinct to draw herself back kicked in. A lovely coping mechanism that has destroyed lots of chances in the past. Even though she was well aware of that, it was the road she knew how to walk and somehow could not help herself to avoid it.

A lifeless copy of the bubbly girl from this weekend roamed the halls of Bologna university, digging her self into a deeper hole than needed. All those sad songs suddenly made sense.

Life came back screaming loudly at Lando. As soon as he landed back it was one thing after another to make up for the time. Races comes first, always. Even if it does not on that day naturally, there will always be several people to force it upon him. In those randomly scattered moment where his mind could run freely, he immediately went back to the salt cured late night air in Italy and the kisses with the one who'd been occupying his mind for longer than he'd be willing to admit. Life demanded a lot from him, so daydreaming had to be put on hold.

One thought haunted Lando no matter how much he tried to ignore it. Y/N was just so pure in his eyes. Unaffected by clouds of fame, free in whatever she wanted to do whenever she desired to. Not having to face constant criticism and prying looks. He still hadn't processed fully the effect this has had on his relationships in the past. How it gradually changed the tone of the romance, until it destroyed it completely. He fell for her hard. Fascinated by the lightness that surrounded her. She radiated, lifting him up to her heights when he was with her and that was something you just could not buy.

She was grounded. Belonged somewhere, was a local and a regular. Had a life centred in one place (mostly, excluded family), group of university friends and was figuring this life out on her own, without anyone inserting their own ambitions into her. There were no people relying on how she did and he almost envied the freedom this provided her. A feeling he was sure she could not properly understand, as he did not as well before responsibility had been thrusted on him.

He loved his formula 1 life. But a part of him felt strangely inadequate around those who have had these student life experiences. She could do anything.

He needed time to think about his next move, if there was any to ever happen. Gut feeling was to fly her out here to spend time with him, introduce her to everyone that walked by and make sure she falls for him at least half as strongly as he fell for her. On the other hand, he also felt like clumsy giant trying to pick up an origami dove - once he would, he would inevitably crush her and damage the wings, the kind of she did not know she had. The kind of wings one starts to see only once they are impaired. Maybe keeping their affair as it was now was the only way how to keep the light in this memory.

But at night, when the noises of his busy life went quiet and the the intrusive thought we like "yeah baby, let's go", he buried himself deep in his favorite sad songs and dreamed of touching her again, of seeing her smile and of her proudly introducing him to her friends. Sleep was something Lando struggled with even on a normal day, but on days like these it was like as if it was a secret language he was never taught to speak.

Jealous. That’s what Y/N was. In the ugliest sense of the sinful word. Gone was any internal morale compass guiding her to not go against other girls. Feminism said goodbye when she scrolled down endless adoring comments on his fan page.

She did not give two shits about his fame or god forbid money. When she met him, she had no idea what he meant to so many people. A cheeky well dressed funny boy with a dream, that’s what she saw. Seeing the pure adoration thousands of people had for him was overwhealming. So in the random moments between other people talking, she imagined meeting him in another life, one where he was just one of the other students and she finally got to relive the uni romance she had wished for - cute study dates, making out at parties and sitting at local balconies, over looking the historical town. It was becoming a little too consuming. Like a headache that won’t go away.

She wondered why - why was there a huge ever-present hole in her stomach making her nauseous.

part 7

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modelbus · 4 months

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HII!! I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!! I just read your wilbur soot fic "Radar Detector" and I really LOVED it. I was hoping you could do another wilbur soot songfic cause theyre so good😭 (preferably lover by taylor swift or just any taylor swift song that you'd like.

THATS ALL!! MWA I LOVE UR WRITING!!🫶

I'm so excited to do another song fic you have no idea. Also, a confession: I'm a closet Swiftie...

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Lover

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules

The tree in the living room was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. In your tiredness, all the colorful lights were out of focus and created a mesh of blob colors. It was pretty, in the way that abstract art flows together.

"We really should take that down." Wilbur says from behind you, and you realize that the general warmth around you is him. The arm over your waist, holding you to him and the couch? Him.

"We can leave it up." You answer, yawning. "I like it."

"It's not Christmastime anymore, love." He smiles into your shoulder, making you smile too.

Something about him generates happiness. In your hazy vision, spotted with colorful christmas lights, you can't imagine anything better.

"So? This is our flat."

He laughs. "Point taken."

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call.

"You're fine, right?" You ask Tommy, giving him a pointed look.

For once in his life, the boy knows how to be subtle and nods. "Yeah, yeah, I'm great."

"We have more blankets if you want them!" Wilbur announces, strolling in with his arms full of blankets. He dumps them all on top of Tommy, eyebrows creased with worry. "You sure you don't mind staying on the couch?"

He nods, rolling his eyes. "I used to sleep on your floor, Wil."

"That was different! And I gave you an air mattress that time!"

"Which is practically the floor. I'm a big man, I can take the fucking couch."

Wilbur turns to you, as if you'll take his side. You may be dating him, but that doesn't mean you're agreeing with him.

"He'll be fine, Wilbur." You assure him.

Tommy was only staying for the night, anyway. One of his vlogs ran late, leaving him here way after dark. And Wilbur wouldn't stand for letting him head home at this time of night. Honestly, you found their brother thing endearing. And it made Wilbur happy, which made you happy.

Besides, Tommy was a good kid. A nightmare at times, but good in heart. Mostly.

Wilbur gives a regretful look at your couch (which is actually pretty nice) before sighing. "Fine, fine. We'll be just down the hall if something happens, so just... wake us. Yeah?"

"Wilbur!" Tommy groans. "Fuck off! I can sleep on your couch!"

"I know! I'm just making sure!"

"Go fucking cuddle or something." Tommy huffs, settling under all the blankets and turning his back to Wilbur.

You laugh softly, flicking off the lights. "C'mon love. Good night, Tommy."

"Night." Wilbur echoes your words, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you so you don't run into a wall on your way to the bedroom. "He'll be fine, right?"

"Of course he will." You say, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. "Now it's our turn to get some rest. Go do your night routine, or whatever."

"Will do." Wilbur agrees, quietly heading off toward the bathroom.

With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

You ran your thumb over the inside of his palm, prompting Wilbur to squeeze your fingers in return. The callouses on his fingers are rough against your skin, but you don't mind. They're testaments to his love for music, to his commitment to it.

You love them simply because they're a part of him.

"I promised to teach you guitar one day." Wilbur reminds you, voice soft.

"And I still want to learn." You assure him, a smile gracing your face. "Maybe one day I'll get callouses like yours." You add in as a tease.

"No guitar string scars though." He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. It makes you laugh. "I'll teach you how to play guitar safely."

"What, and you don't play safely?"

He nudges you, because you know the answer to that. You've seen too many broken picks and snapped guitar strings. There's a faint scar on his palm where a snapped string cut him, even.

"You'll be so bad at guitar." Wilbur says with a grin. "I can't wait to love you for it."

"Hey!"

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

"I'm dying." Wilbur announces, draping himself over the back of your chair dramatically. "I've been shot. I'm dying."

You can't help but roll your eyes, laughing. "Wil, it was a Nerf dart."

"Tell my friends and family I love them." He wails, squeezing onto your hand. "I'll miss you."

"You aren't dying."

"Oh goodbye world! I yearn to feel the sun upon my face, but alas, I die in the cold night!"

"Oh Wilbur!" Tommy crows, darting around a corner with a raised Nerf gun.

Wilbur shouts, hands going for his own Nerf gun, finding nothing. In response, Tommy's smile widens into something evil as he holds up a second Nerf gun.

"Who's the bitch boy?" He asks, eyes wide with delight.

You burst into loud laughter as Wilbur runs from the room, sliding on the wooden floors in his socks.

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.

Hand on the back of the chair, Wilbur pulls it away from the cloth-covered table for you. You can’t help your grateful smile, sinking into it without a second thought. The wedding you two were at was busy, and you had been on your feet for literal hours. He was a godsend at this moment, and judging by his grin he knew it.

“Water?” You ask, holding up a bottle of water for him. You had originally left his side to grab some, knowing he was thirsty but wouldn’t ask for a water.

“Thank you.” Wilbur says, taking it from you. He presses a kiss to your head before pushing in your chair and sitting down at the one next to you, which has his suit jacket thrown over the back. “Almost payment enough for saving your chair?”

“Almost?” The laugh you let out isn’t dignified in the slightest, but his eyes sparkle like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

“I had to fight a guy off with my fists to keep it.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’ll never know if it is or isn’t.” He teases, taking a sip of the water. “But I deserve better payment.”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. He cups your cheek, catching your face before you can pull away, just to prolong the kiss for a moment more before he lets go.

“Happy?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“The happiest.”

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur imagine #wilbur #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot imagine

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reidfucker · 2 days

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mitski songs that make me think of reid + a specific lyric

spencer reid is very mitski. but these were the first to come to mind. i do not take criticism.

- working for the knife

honestly, the entire song reminds me of reid, but this in particular:

I always thought the choice was mine

And I was right, but I just chose wrong

I start the day lying and end with the truth

That I'm dying for the knife

- liquid smooth

I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too

I'm at my highest peak, I'm ripe

About to fall

How I feel this river rushing through my veins

With nowhere else to go, it circles 'round

- class of 2013

Mom, would you wash my back?

This once, and then we can forget

And I'll leave what I'm chasing

For the other girls to pursue

Mom, am I still young?

Can I dream for a few months more?

- i don't smoke

Just don't leave me alone

Wondering where you are

I am stronger than you give me

Credit for

If your hands need to break

More than trinkets in your room

You can lean on my arm

As you break my heart

- abbey

again, the entire song is very reid, but:

I am something

I have been something

I was born something

What could I be?

There is a light that I can see

But only, it seems, when there's darkness in me

There is a dream that I sometimes see

That only appears in the dark of sleep

- i bet on losing dogs

Will you let me, baby, lose

On losing dogs

I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place

By the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I wanna feel it

I bet on losing dogs

I always want you when I'm finally fine

- the deal

Then of course, nothing replied, nothing speaks to you in the night

And I walked my way home, there was no one in sight

Save a bird perched upon a streetlight, watchin' me

So, I stopped and let it watch 'til I found that it said

"Now I'm taken, the night has me

You won't hear me singin'

You're a cage without me

Your pain is eased, but you'll never be free for

Now I'm taken, the night has me"

- fireworks

this is perhaps one of the reid-est. here's the particular lyric:

One morning this sadness will fossilize

And I will forget how to cry

I'll keep going to work and you won't see a change

Save perhaps a slight gray in my eye

I will go jogging routinely

Calmly and rhythmically run

And when I find that a knife's sticking out of my side

I'll pull it out without questioning why

- i don't like my mind

again, the entire song is reid, but this is my pick:

I don't like my mind, I don't like being left alone in a room

With all its opinions about the things that I've done

So, yeah, I blast music loud, and I work myself to the bone

And on an inconvenient Christmas, I eat a cake

- first love / late spring

very cliché, but i HAD to include it! here:

And I was so young when I behaved 25

Yet now, I find I've grown into a tall child

And I don't wanna go home

Let me walk to the top of the big night sky

- there's nothing left for you

You could touch fire

You could fly

It was your right

It was your life

And then it passed

To someone new

It'll keep passin' on

Long after you

- nobody

And I don't want your pity

I just want somebody near me

Guess I'm a coward

I just want to feel alright

- because dreaming costs money, my dear

I once lived in the sea

Bring me to your ear, you can hear

The tide where I used to be

Though now I'm but a shell

- a pearl

Sorry, I don't want your touch

It's not that I don't want you

Sorry, I can't take your touch

It's just that I fell in love with a war

Nobody told me it ended

And it left a pearl in my head

And I roll it around every night

Just to watch it glow

Every night, baby, that's where I go

- real men

Real men keep cool in the face of a fire

Go down with the ship

And real men don't eat

'Cause they're above that, damn it

Oh, I'm gonna be a real man

- crack baby

It's been a long, hard 20 year summer vacation

Both these 20 years tryna fill the void

Crack baby, you don't know what you want

But you know that you had it once

And you know that you want it back

Crack baby, you don't know what you want

But you know that you're needing it

And you know that you need it bad

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #mitski #mitski lyrics #reidfucker

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aamalaaa · 2 years

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One Morning 🎹

pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

word count: 884

genre:fluff, established relationship, comfort

warnings: none it’s all just fluffy

a/n: I wrote what I thought mornings with Yoongi would feel like, I hope you enjoy it!<3

// I’m currently writing a myg au,if you wanna read it, first chapter here!

The first thing you feel is a weird tingling at the back of your neck. Then your hear the rustling of linen sheets. There’s an arm laying gently on your waist, stroking your stomach so softly you can barely feel it.

You grin contentedly and open your eyes slowly, sleep still weighting heavily on your eyelids.

A low raspy voice brings you back to where you are which is, your bedroom. Sleep just has an almost amnesic effect on you.

“Good Morning” You whine at that, not wanting to acknowledge the day just yet. Mornings with your lover are your favourite moments, peaceful and warm. Just like him.

You feel him chuckle lowly, nuzzling delicately at the back of your neck. Your heart swells, how much cuter could this man be? A terrifying thought, you’re not sure you could take much more.

“What if we stay here all day long?” You whisper, voice groggy. You hear your boyfriend chuckle yet again.

“Yeah? How are you gonna survive without food, or even worse, coffee?” He says, very much amused. You sigh loudly.

He’s got a point, damn Min Yoongi. Always annoyingly right.

You wiggle, leaning a bit more into his embrace, warm, so damn warm. Perfectly warm. You feel a peck on your clavicle and smile at the touch, feeling safe and cozy in the man’s arms. The most beautiful arms, the most beautiful man.

He slaps your ass before getting out of bed. You whine again, this time loudly.

“Nooooo” You cover your eyes with the sheets. Why, just why did you have to get up? The world is a scary place, your bed’s safe.

“Come on my love, I’ll make you coffee” His voice is still hoarse from sleep, god is it sexy. You grumble and slowly get up, put on a white night gown and make your way to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes to try and will your sleepiness away.

When you get to the kitchen, you stare lovingly at the vision before you. Your boyfriend, making you both coffee, back turned to you, long black tousled hair caressing the back of his neck. His oversized white shirt making him seem even smaller than he actually is, black sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

You make your way towards him, wrapping your arms around his dainty waist and feel him lean into your embrace. You lay a soft kiss on his nape and smile tenderly.

“You’re too good to my moody ass, thank you” You say, your words coming out just shy of a whisper. He cranes his neck towards you and shoots you a dazzling gummy smile, making your heart skip a beat. You could never get used to it, even after all the time you’ve been together. His smile could cure illnesses, you’re sure of it.

He pecks your lips swiftly and squeezes your hands still laying on his stomach.

“I could never be too good to you kitten” You blush bashfully. When you first met him you could’ve never imagined how romantic and fuzzy this man actually is. It had been an extremely pleasant surprise when you first saw that side of him.

He pours coffee into both your cups, serves it to you just like he knows you like it, in your favourite mug, the one he got you for Christmas when you both started dating. It says “Crabby ‘til I get my coffee” in an obnoxious font with a little crab next to it. Absolutely cheesy yet you never had coffee in anything else since he gifted it to you.

It’s Sunday which means. you both have the day off and are absolutely staying at your shared apartment, in your own perfect bubble. Sundays are your favourite. You pick up a book you’d just started reading and sit in your favourite chair, the one right next to the floor to ceiling windows. You can see the whole city from this spot. Yet your apartment is a cozy little private piece of heaven. You love the contrast, which is why you always read there. Something about feeling like it’s you and Yoongi against the world.

You read like this for an hour, lost in the story, the characters like old friends you root for. When you look up from your book you notice Yoongi, sitting at the piano, playing a familiar tune. His fingers pressing softly, then a little more harshly on the keys. You observe him, his movements, his fingers dancing gracefully on the keys. You get up and decide to go sit on the bench next to him, hypnotized by what he’s doing. The melody soft and inviting, warming up your insides.

He peers at you and smiles coyly.

“What song is this? It sounds so familiar..”

“Just something I’m working on” he shifts his gaze to the piano once more. You lay a hand on his thigh softly.

“I could swear I heard it before” You state, a little confused.

He hums. “You didn’t” he says softly. “But it’s a good thing you feel like you recognize it.” You quirk a brow at this, not quite understanding what he means.

“Why?” You question.

He gazes back at you, a fond look in his eyes making you swoon.

“Cause it’s about you”

a/n: here’s the link for my general taglist<3

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 13

previous chapters

Quinn has really been putting in the effort to be my friend and to be a good father. He asks every other day what I need for the nursery at my apartment. Today is December 5th, and I still don’t have cribs for the babies. I took Quinn’s offer to go look at cribs together.

As I am getting ready my parents sent me a picture of them at the airport. I completely forgot they were going the whole month of December. Being the hormonal mess I am I start to panic, Quinn walks in to my apartment and rushes to my side when he witnesses me walking back and forth fanning my eyes.

“What happened?” he says urgently

“I’m going to be alone on Christmas” I say trying not to cry

“No you aren’t”

“Yes, my parents booked a trip in the summer for the whole month on December because they thought I was going to your house”

“Well, you can still come home with me”

“Quinn…”

“Just pretend like it’s their first Christmas at dad’s house, then next year mom can have them” Quinn says, making me chuckle.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course” he says, “we can just do the gender reveal while we are home and Facetime your parents” Quinn suggest

“You wanted your team to be there though”

“I’ll send them pictures, they’re fine” Quinn laughs

“Fine, just a small one then”

We go out looking for cribs and buy way more stuff then needed. Once we get back to my place, Quinn helps me bring everything up to my apartment. He offers to help me set up the cribs, and we both sit out spreading all the parts all over the nursery.

A couple weeks later I found myself at the Canucks games with Bella, Brock’s girlfriend. At this point I am pregnant enough to look as if I could have a child tomorrow, but I’m having twins so I’m only getting bigger. “Oh my god, you have the cutest bump” Bella says as I show her a picture I made Quinn take of me before the game.

“I know, It randomly grew overnight. Like I just popped” I laugh

“You need to post that!” Bella says

“You think?”

“Yes, do it”

I take my phone out and upload the picture to Instagram.

“So Christmas in Michigan?” she asks hesitantly

“Yeah, it’ll be fine”

“You and Quinn are???”

“Just friends” I say sadly

“You sound like you want more with him”

“Of course I do, he just messed up way too bad so I won’t let him back in”

“Well that is a good idea” she says and the final horn goes off.

Bella and I go downstairs to the ice level and wait for Brock and Quinn. Quinn comes out first and makes his way over. “Hey beautiful” Quinn says

“Quinn..” I say making Bella laugh

“What I was talking to our girl” Quinn says

“A girl?!” Bella exclaims and I give Quinn a look

“Shit oops” Quinn says

“I won't say anything!! 2 girls or boy and a girl?” she asks

“Boy and a girl”

“So cute, oh my god!” Bella says, making me smile.

“Well we have a flight to catch, I will see you in a couple of days!” I say to Bella giving her a hug before Quinn and I head out.

Quinn drives us to the airport and we make our way to the hangar as we are flying private to Michigan. We walk up onto the plane and sit in the seat across the small plane from Quinn. “You should get some sleep, It’ll be 7 by the time we get to Canton” Quinn says. I nod and close my eyes before drifting off.

I am awoken by Quinn stroking my cheek with his hand, “Hey Y/n, we’re landing soon” I hear Quinn say. I sit up a little and look over at him. Quinn is looking at something on his phone and I watch him smile.

“What are you looking at?” I ask

“You’re post” he says as he looks back down to type something in the comment box

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Canucks congrats Quinn & Y/n!!!

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We make our way to the parking lot where Ellen is waiting for us. She brings both of us in for a big hug then helps us put our bags in the car. “You are glowing Y/n” she says. I smile and thank her and I hop in the backseat.

We get to the Hughes’ and I hop out of the back making my way into the house. I bring my bags up to Quinn’s and fall on his bed for a nap. I wake up around 10:30 and open my bag and get my dress and makeup and get ready for the day.

I make my way downstairs and to the kitchen, and Jack is there eating cereal. He stands up and walks over giving me a hug. “You look amazing,” he says, flashing a smile.

“Thanks Jack” I say and pour some cereal. We chat in the kitchen for a bit about the flight and vancouver until Quinn comes in to tell me that we should start getting ready because most of the guests have arrived.

I follow Quinn into the living room where everyone was and greeted a bunch of people and thanked them for coming. A lot of people were asking questions about my pregnancy and how I was doing before Ellen caught everyone’s attention.

“Y/n, Quinn. Each of you get a balloon and a needle. Time to reveal” Ellen says. I smiled at Quinn as I stood up and grabbed a balloon. “Okay, on the count of three” Ellen says

“One… Two… Three!!” everyone yells. On three Quinn and I popped our balloons revealing both pink and blue confetti. Ellen walks over and gives Quinn and big hug while Jack jumps up and quickly gives me a hug whispering “congratulations” in my ear.

Jack pulls away and Luke comes in giving me a hug after. I talked to a bunch of people for a bit before I get tired again. I sneak off upstairs and into Quinn’s room. “Where are you going?” I hear Jack say from his room. I walk over and lean on his door frame.

“I need to take this dress off, I feel huge” I say laughing

“You are not huge” Jack says, “I think you look great”

“Thanks Jack” I say and sit on his bed. Jack sits beside me.

“So how are you really?” he asks

“I’m- I’m freaking terrified Jack. Twins. I can’t do this!”

“Stop worrying, you will be fine. You got Quinn, and me” he says resting a hand on my thigh. I look down at his hand “You’re going to do an amazing job rai- oh sorry” he says realizing his hand placement was starting to get a little high as he rubbed my leg. I reach down and put my hand on top of his, stopping him from pulling his hand away. We sit for a second looking in each others eyes until Jack leans in, I meet him halfway and we press our lips together. The kiss becomes deeper and deeper turning into a full makeout session Jack pulls away to take his shirt off then reconnects his lips with mine. “Wait” I say pulling away from Jack, “This is so wrong, I can’t do this right now Jack” I say standing and making my way to Quinn’s room. Leaving Jack there watching me leave.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagines

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Sing a Holly Jolly Song

20th December x Reader

Rudy Pankow x Reader

Summary - Rudy starts to sing to relax you but ends up making you hyper.

Word count - 939

You and Rudy have already decorated the living room for the festive season. You are now chilling on the sofa laying into one another.

“Bring the cover up over you if you're cold,” Rudy suggests, “I’m not,” You deny, he tuts bringing the cover over himself and you.

“Is that Better, princess?” Rudy asks, “Gosh, you're so stubborn,” he teases, “Hey,” you pout, shuffling onto his chest.

“Awe, is my baby getting mad?” Rudy laughs, kissing your forehead.

“Not funny!”

“Mm, a little funny,” Rudy disagrees with your statement.

You shook your head sinking more into his chest as you closed your eyes feeling sleepy.

“I can’t sleep!” You sigh, “Why not? Are you not comfortable enough?” You shook your head again at your boyfriend’s questions.

“I am plenty comfortable,” You mumble, “It’s just.. everytime I close my eyes..I,” you pause looking at his crystal blue eyes, “I can’t relax,”

“Mm, I know,” Rudy gives you a grin, telling you that he has an idea.

“What?”

“You lay your head back on my chest, my love,” Rudy caresses your hair as you close your eyes listening to his voice, “And I’ll relax you,”

“Mm,” You nozzle your head into his chest as you hear his voice sing a sweet melody, you didn’t expect him to sing for you. His voice is so deep, collected and on key that it makes you feel relaxed much faster and better.

“I want you to know that I'm never leaving

'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing

Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons

So come on, let's go,”

“Let's go below zero and hide from the sun

I love you forever where we'll have some fun

Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily

Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby,”

Rudy strokes your hair, rubbing his long, slender fingers through your locks as he sings.. more like pouring his love for you into the chorus.

“My snowman and me,” Rudy kisses your forehead, “My snowman and me, baby,” he continues until your eyes are fully closed, your breathing is slow and calmed.

“Love you,” Rudy whispers, kissing your head. You nozzle your head, smiling.. you move your hand to make pattern shapes on his chest, “Mm, love you too,”

“I can do that too,” Rudy grins, moving his hand to your hip to lightly trace shapes over you.

“That tickles,” You giggle, “I thought you were sleepy?” Rudy whispers, “You're supposed to be asleep..”

“Plans changed, I feel hyper!” You ruffle his blonde locks, “Your singing got me hyper,” You announced, getting up off of the sofa, nearly slipping.

“Be careful,” Rudy gasps, getting up himself, “What are you doing?” Taking your hand in his rubbing it, gently as you give him a smirk and that adorable smile he can’t resist.

“You want to dance with me,” Rudy reads your mind, you nod, “But not only that.. you want me and you to sing together,”

“Bingo,” You pull Rudy up, moving the rug so that you do not slip.

“Is it a different song or is it the same song?” Rudy asks, twirling you around pressing a kiss to your lips.

“The same,” You mutter, “Got it, Alexa play Snowman by Sia,” Rudy asks, “pls,”

The music starts, “May I have this dance my lady,” Rudy politely bows to you, “Yes you may, Kind Sir,” You giggle at the posh gesture.

Rudy could sure make a god damn cute Alaskan Prince, you thought.

Rudy kisses your hand that you placed into his hand, you dance elegantly as if you were in a ballroom with him to the song.

Rudy and you sing the chorus as he twirls you around, if anyone looked into your living room they would think.. What two goofballs lol..

The song ends just as Rudy twirls you around one last time and bends you down as he kisses you full of passion.

“My beautiful Snow baby,” Rudy gushes, you come back up into his arms, his hands on your hips as you sway to a different song.

“Oh stop,” You giggle, “You're handsome,” You blush at his compliment not wanting to admit it. Rudy knows exactly how to get you flustered, rubbing his nose against your cheek.

“You know you love it,” Rudy whispers, you feel his breath down his neck, giving you butterflies down to your tummy, “Yep,” You confirmed, “And you.. love it too,”

“That I do, Princess, wouldn’t change it for the world,” You cup Rudy’s cheeks and kiss right on his lips without any mercy. Rudy slips his tongue into yours, forgetting about the dancing as the song plays on.

“I’m tired now!” You jumped on the sofa.

“Oh, now you're tired,” Rudy chuckles, “You gotta move princess,” You shook your head, turning around to sink into the sofa more.

“There isn’t any room for you,” You turn your head around and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Wrong choice.. princess,” Rudy lifts you up, “Rudy!” You gasp, laughing.

“Mm, this is much better!”

“I agree, I just wanted to be difficult,” You grin.

“I know, it’s ok,” Rudy wraps his strong, toned arms around you, bringing the cover over you both to keep you warm.

“Mm,” You hummed, closing your eyes and snuggling into your chest more.

Rudy starts to relax you by tracing different shapes into your skin and whispering sweet nothings to you in your ear.

You actually both fall asleep in the comfort of each other’s arms, the last thing you felt before falling asleep was Rudy kissing your forehead.

#rudy pankow fanfiction #rudy pankow fluff #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow #outer banks cast #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #christmas prompts

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Can you please do hc of moving in together w/ Eddie bc he totally graduated and he totally got out of that town and he is finally, finally happy. Maybe Dustin can come visit. Thank you. Respectfully, I am still in tears over that ending

that ending hurt me in a way i have not been hurt since infinity war

did i go a bit too far with this?? yeah probably OOPS

ok so once eddie is out of the upside down and has cleared his name, he has more driven than ever to graduate and get the hell out of hawkins

for you, for him, for your future, for his fucking sanity !!

bc even though he's proven his innocence there's still people in the town who refuse to believe it and honestly it is not an ideal situation

you guys spend the next two months working your asses off; he does hours at a record store and you take a job at the arcade

you save every penny you can so that you can leave asap

you wrap up your degree at hawkins community college just in time for your boyfriend's own ceremony

eddie graduates; he flips the principal the bird and he's outta there

you pack your shit up into his van the next day and you're out

eddie has always had his heart set on chicago; it's only one state over and you have a distant cousin there who lets you crash in their spare room til you get your own place a few weeks later

it's not great; it's small as hell and there's a shitty shower instead of a bath tub but it's yours and that's what matters

eddie has never really had a space before that was truly his - obviously he had his room in the trailer but the last few months that has felt like less than his and even before then it always felt like a room he was just borrowing from his uncle

so this is really big for him, and getting to share it with you is everything

you have to sleep on a mattress on the floor for the first few nights, but then you manage to get some furniture from secondhand stores and ikea

(i googled it and ikea came to the states in 1985 so it's CANON ok)

things start to come together - eddie enrols in community college and gets a part-time gig in a music store and you take an entry-level job in the industry you've always wanted to

money's not great - chicago is expensive and you guys are literally kids in the grand scheme of things but what the hell does it matter??

you have each other and that's what counts

eddie is in pure bliss tbh he just loves coming home to you and the first thing he always does is wrap his arms around you and tells you that he loves you

and when he wakes up before you he always makes you coffee but his attempts to cook are always a little volatile

you guys start to take polaroids regularly and your fridge doors and bedroom wall is just covered in them

dustin visits every semester break - thanksgiving, christmas, spring break & summer break

and during the summer eddie will literally drive down and pick up all the kids, or steve will drive them down bc he's your friend too and misses you guys!!

it's funny bc eddie always dreamed of this big rockstar life but now he's content in your little apartment bc literally the only thing he needs is you

and besides he's 20 he can still be a rockstar

#asks #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things headcanons #stranger things reader insert #stranger things x you #stranger things fluff #stranger things

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1851

Who will you be spending Christmas with this year? I've always spent it at home with my immediate family, and I'm like 101% sure that'll remain to be the case this year. Especially now that my dad's contracts allow him to be home for Christmas – something that we didn't get to have for over 20 years.

What time do you usually go to sleep at night? Anywhere between 1-3 AM because revenge bedtime procrastination is still very real for me.

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? I did. I went through the entirety of grade school, high school, and college with her. Same schools for 15 straight years.

Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? I had considered becoming vegan, but it's just really not a sustainable and accessible practice where I'm from unless you're rich and live in a more expensive place that can cater to such a lifestyle.

Do you park your car in a garage, carport or just in a driveway? We have a carport.

Have you ever been a passenger in a semi-trailer truck? Uhhh as far as I can remember, nope.

Have you felt sick today? Kinda. The elevators at my client's headquarters move SO fast they fucking suck lmao.

Whose was the last funeral you attended? I have never attended a funeral proper, but the last wake I paid a visit to was for a preschool friend's dad. He and my grandpa were very close and used to be chatting buddies while waiting for my friend and I to be dismissed.

Have you read The Hunger Games trilogy? No. The only Hunger Games anything I've consumed was the first movie.

How many times a week do you wash your hair? Everyday.

Do you need to wash your hair right now? Nope, I'll be doing that tomorrow morning.

Do you avoid using public restrooms? As much as I can, but if I really need to go then I just go to one.

What is your boss’ (or school prinicpal’s) name? Valerie.

Have you seen any extended relatives in the last month? My cousin came over at the start of the month just to hang and play video games with my sister.

Do you like eggnog? I've never had it but it sounds so delicious!!! I'd love to try it at least once.

Is there anything important you need to do today? Not anymore, it's 10:40 PM and I've called it a day.

Who is the person you dislike the most? I don't hold that feeling for one particular person.

Girls, how old were you when you first got your period? I was only a couple of weeks into being 10.

Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? My parents insist that I don't, so I don't; but I still give them a portion of my pay every two weeks.

Have you ever properly listened to classical music? Did you like it? Idk what you mean by 'properly' lol but yeah I do sometimes! It's great when I'm in the mood for it.

Do your parents know how to text? Yes, I mean they were part of the generation of when cellphones boomed so they definitely know how to.

Do you text your parents often? Sure, we have a family group chat so communication is alllllways happening over there.

What letter does your middle name begin with? My maiden surname starts with an A.

Do your initials spell an actual word? Nope.

What will you do when this survey is over? I'd like to take another one.

Do you know anyone with celiac disease? I don't think so.

How many siblings do you have? Are they all full siblings? Two, and yes.

What’s the weather like today? Hot enough that an airport parking lot caught fire and toasted like 19 cars lol. Suffice it to say Filipinos have NOT been doing well.

Have you ever eaten a cinnamon donut? I'm pretty sure I have, but they're not all that common here now that I think about it.

What is the longest relationship you’ve ever been in? It was an on-off that lasted around 6 years total, iirc.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Twice.

How do you usually celebrate New Years? With extended family, at home. We have NYE mass in the evening, then have media noche while waiting til midnight. We never go out for vacations because 1) the dogs, 2) fireworks are crazy so we wanna make sure we're at home just so nothing gets set on fire.

Is the place that you’re in right now quiet or loud? What can you hear? It's quiet, and I can only hear the whirring of my aircon.

Do you currently have any alarms set? Nope. I usually do that just before falling asleep.

How many cars can fit in your driveway? I want to say around four.

Do you like whiskey? Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it.

When was the last time you ate, and what did you have? Around 6 PM. I had the sisig that my mom prepared for me.

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can’t believe u have eminem on ur blog smhhh

you're right honestly. it's time for MY apology. so, here we go.

yeah

i know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now

but hey, what daddy always tell you?

straighten up little soldier

stiffen up that upper lip

what you crying about?

you got me.

hailie, i know you miss your mom, and i know you miss your dad

when i'm gone but i'm trying to give you the life that i never had

i can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh

i can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry

'cause you're scared, i ain't there?

daddy's with you in your prayers

no more crying, wipe them tears

daddy's here, no more nightmares

we gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it

lainie uncle's crazy, ain't he?

yeah, but he loves you girl and you better know it

we're all we got in this world

when it spins, when it swirls

when it whirls, when it twirls

two little beautiful girls

lookin' puzzled, in a daze

i know it's confusing you

daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news

i try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems

the harder that i try to do that, the more it backfires on me

all the things growing up as daddy, that he had to see

daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did

we did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me

but things have got so bad between us

i don't see us ever being together ever again

like we used to be when we was teenagers

but then of course everything always happens for a reason

i guess it was never meant to be

but it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is

but no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep

maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

now hush little baby, don't you cry

everything's gonna be alright

stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, i told ya

daddy's here to hold ya through the night

i know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why

we fear how we feel inside

it may seem a little crazy, pretty baby

but i promise mama's gon' be alright

(ha)

it's funny

i remember back one year when daddy had no money

mommy wrapped the christmas presents up

and stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me

'cause daddy couldn't buy 'em

i'll never forget that christmas i sat up the whole night crying

'cause daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job

but his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom

and at the time every house that we lived in

either kept getting broken into and robbed

or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar

tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college

almost had a thousand dollars 'til someone broke in and stole it

and i know it hurts so bad it broke your mamma's heart

and it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart

mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back

on the chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment

and dad moved back to the other side of 8 mile on novara

and that's when daddy went to california with his cd and met dr. dre

and flew you and momma out to see me

but daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me

then you started seeing daddy on the t.v. and momma didn't like it

and you and lainnie were too young to understand it

papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit

and it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it

i'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand

'cause all i ever wanted to do was just make you proud

now i'm sitting in this empty house, just reminiscing

lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out

to see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now

wow, i guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here

lainnie i'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here

i like the sound of that, yeah

it's got a ring to it don't it?

shh, mama's only gone for the moment

now hush little baby, don't you cry

everything's gonna be alright

stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, i told ya

daddy's here to hold ya through the night

i know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why

we fear how we feel inside

it may seem a little crazy, pretty baby

but i promise mama's gon' be alright

and if you ask me to

daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird

i'mma give you the world

i'mma buy a diamond ring for you

i'mma sing for you

i'll do anything for you to see you smile

and if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine

i'mma break that birdie's neck

i'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya

and make him eat every carat - don't fuck with dad, ha ha

#.p #.a

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she's her daddy's girl, her momma's world - chapter 33

when the clock strikes twelve

it's new year's eve and Maya is bound and determined to make it to midnight

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It was a peaceful New Years Eve in the Severide household, as it had been in the few years since Maya entered the world. Since her arrival into the world, her parents traded raucous nights at Molly’s (when Stella wasn’t working behind the bar) for peaceful nights in with the family. Holidays and celebrations were kept small while Maya was a baby but as she got older and bigger, she loved having parties and attending parties with her parents—especially if her aunts, uncles, and cousins were going to be there.

Now that Maya was three, and much more independent, Kelly and Stella felt more comfortable having larger gatherings and celebrations at the loft. In the last year alone, they’d hosted their friends from the firehouse and Med and Intelligence for Friendsgiving, a Christmas party, and now, New Year's Eve.

Maya had somehow learned about the New Year’s Eve tradition of watching the ball drop in Times Square and was now obsessed with the idea. The three-year-old, who had never stayed awake past 10:00 pm but had inherited both of her parents’ stubbornness, was now bound and determined to stay up until midnight to witness it.

“Is it time for the ball dwop mommy?”

“Not yet, baby.” Stella answered, amused. From the moment she woke up that morning Maya had been asking about the ball drop.

Maya sighed. “How much yonger?”

“Well, it’s almost time for lunch now and the ball doesn’t drop until midnight, so you’ve got about 12 more hours.”

“How yong is dat?”

“About 8 of your princess movies”

Maya’s little eyes grew wide. "Dats a yong time."

"It is a long time," Stella said with a smile. "You sure you want to try and stay up till midnight? It's gonna be way past your bedtime."

"I gonna do it! I gonna stay up til da ball dwops."

Stella chuckled at the sheer determination in her daughter's voice. "OK, but we're gonna have to make sure you get a good nap in today so you can stay up tonight."

Maya nodded, her little curls bouncing with the movement. Stella smiled and moved the three-year-old over to the table, getting her situated with her lunch. Maya ate happily, talking with Stella about how excited she was about the party. The toddler loved getting to see all of her friends and aunts and uncles and eat all the yummy snacks, but this time would be even more special.

Once lunch was finished, Maya started to grow sleepy. Stella carried her to bed and tucked her in, hoping the toddler would get a good, long nap in before the late night ahead of them.

… … …

Maya was still asleep almost three hours later when Kelly returned to the loft, arms loaded down with grocery bags. He saw Stella sitting alone in the living room and quietly made his way into the kitchen. “She still sleeping?”

Sella nodded as she joined him, helping him unload the food and supplies for tonight. “Yep. It’s been almost 3 hours since she went down. She’s very serious about staying up ‘til midnight so I told her she had to take a good nap so she’d be rested enough.”

Kelly chuckled. “You know she got that determination from you, right?”

“My determination and your stubbornness,” Stella amended, playfully rolling her eyes. “God help us when she’s older.”

“You love it,” Kelly joked, putting away the last few items and wrapping his arms around Stella. “Our little girl is strong and fierce, tough, determined as hell, but also incredibly passionate and caring…just like her mom.”

Stella melted at Kelly’s words, moving one of her hands to his cheek. “She gets all of that from you too; all of that and her habit of climbing and jumping off of stuff.”

Kelly snorted and mumbled a playful yeah, yeah, yeah before capturing Stella’s lips in a kiss.

… … …

It wasn’t surprising to anyone that, despite the four-hour nap she took and the copious amounts of sugar she ate, Maya was crashing. Hard.

What was surprising was how long she’d lasted.

It was fifteen minutes to midnight and the toddler was still awake. The other children, even the older ones like Javi and Makayla, had long since fallen asleep but not Maya. Granted she was fighting a fierce battle against her heavy eyelids and resting her head on her dad’s shoulder as he held her, but she was still awake—no doubt by sheer determination alone.

The adults were amazed, though her stubbornness came as no surprise given who her parents were. The impressiveness at Maya’s feat soon turned to sadness as it was clear the little girl was overly tired. As the night went on Maya grew fussier and clingier, wanting to only be held by Kelly as midnight drew closer.

In an attempt to get the girl to give in and go to sleep, conversation was kept quiet and the NYE footage on the TV was replaced by the local news. Kelly even tried taking her into a different room but that didn’t work either; it only made her fussing worse.

“No daddy,” she whined. “Ball.”

Kelly rubbed her back. “You’re tired baby, you need to sleep.”

“Noooooo!”

“Ok, ok,” Kelly sighed.

Maya’s return to the living room proved their attempts to get her asleep had been futile, so they decided to just give in. They turned the ball drop footage back on and ramped up the conversation again.

With a minute before midnight, Stella and Brett passed out drinks and refilled glasses, making sure everyone had something to toast in the new year with—Stella even refilled Maya’s sippy cup and gave it to her.

10, 9, 8, 7…

Everyone gathered around the TV as the countdown continued.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. “Happy New Year!”

The cheers rang out throughout the loft as everyone raised their glasses and shared kisses with their partners.

Kelly and Stella each gave Maya a kiss after sharing a kiss themselves.

“You did it baby girl,” Stella informed, rubbing the sleepy little girl’s back. “You made it to midnight.”

Maya gave her mom a sleepy smile before laying her head back down on Kelly’s shoulder and giving in to sleep, making her parents chuckle.

The party wrapped up shortly after that, everyone ready to get themselves and their sleeping kiddos home. Maya transitioned into her bed without stirring and Kelly and Stella put away anything that couldn’t wait until later that morning before they climbed into their own bed. If the day’s adventure taught them anything, it was that the new year would be even better than the last.

#she's her daddy's girl her momma's world #maya severide #kelly severide #stella kidd #stellaride #new years eve

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cowherderess · 8 months

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Go Lionesses!

At five minutes til kickoff, Rebecca’s phone rang; it was “Ted?! Christ, is everything alright? Isn’t it only–”

“Five a.m., yeah, uh-huh.” Ted rubbed his eyes, and yawned. “Just wanted to wish y’all good luck over there. Go Lionesses.”

“Well that’s very sweet of you.” She smiled, and lifted her phone up to face the room. “Everyone say hello to Ted, who’s woken up at an ungodly hour just for us.”

“Hi Ted!” “Hi Dad!”

She panned the camera around the sitting room, a sea of red and white– Henry, Oliver, Amy, Nora, and Phoebe squeezed onto the sofa, Rachel perched on its arm– Bex sat on the top of a bookcase– Keeley and Roy sharing the armchair, Flo leaning down to paint stripes on Keeley’s cheek.

“Ted!” Amy jumped up. Flo had already gotten to her, and all the children, with the facepaint.

“Look what I made!” She lifted a plate of biscuits from the coffee table, to better show them off.

“You made those all by yourself?! Wow!”

“Yeah! It’s your Christmas cookie recipe– except, obviously, different shapes.” There were hearts, ice in red and white, and– “There’s no lioness cookie cutters.” She shook her head disparagingly. “There’s the patriarchy for you. But Henry helped me trim off all the manes off the lion one we did find.”

“Oh sure, I see it! Very clever.”

“We’ll save you one, for when you get home.”

“Can’t wait!” He yawned again. “Sorry.”

“You know, it’s really okay if you go back to sleep,” Rebecca said, bringing the camera back to herself. “This was a very nice thought.”

“I might just. You can hang up on me if I do.” He smiled. “Wish I was there.”

“Two more days, yeah? That’s nothing.” She smiled back. “I miss you too.”

#my writing #Rebecca Welton #Ted Lasso #tv: Ted Lasso #Rebecca x Ted #Amy Mannion #a little thing i wrote very quickly but am fond of

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quinlankellyy · 1 year

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Quinlan’s endless inspiration from his grandparents has trickled into his music taste. Big Bands and classic sounds that belong through a gramophone and record player is where he experiences nostalgia, joy and emotions he otherwise hides well from others seeing.

Frank Sinatra - My Way

I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much, much more I did it, I did it my way

My Way has many memories attached, from hearing his grandfather sing it as Quinlan was growing up to it being referenced as a motto in regards to business. It became a Kelly’s anthem of sorts, their voices singing into the dark night with drinks in hand and most of all pride.

The Pogues - Fairytale of New York

When the band finished playing They howled out for more Sinatra was swinging All the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night

Quinlan’s favourite Christmas song is blacklisted for obvious reasons but he still sings it a the top of his lungs in his own home. He has many memories of his family singing along, glasses in the air and swinging in time.

Vera Lynn - We’ll Meet Again

We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

Quinlan will never play this song purposely but when it plays you will notice his quietness, his attention to the words and a serious expression upon his face. This song has been played at many funerals of family and close friends.

Doris Day - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a little dream of me Say nighty night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me.

Doris Day is a musical wonder that Quinlan will always listen to when he has the chance. In many ways, his beautiful grandmother looked very similar with perfectly styled blond hair and a glamourous air to her. This song in particular fills Quinlan of memories of the brilliant woman, especially when she would sing it before he went to sleep as a child.

Dean Martin - Ain’t That a Kick in the Head

Like the fella once said, “Ain't love like a kick in the head?” Like the sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat?"

This song has been a big reminder for Quinlan that set backs happen and to keep going. The fact it’s a love song hasn’t ever been the reason why he likes it so much. He sees it as a song about perseverance.

Bobby Darin - Somewhere Beyond the Sea

It's far beyond the stars It's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon

Another love song that Quinlan takes no notice of it’s literal meaning. ‘She’ in this song references Ireland, a place Quinlan feels in his bones as home just like New York. He always plays this when he’s missing rainy Dublin and always pours an Irish whiskey to toast his roots.

Dion - The Wanderer

Oh well I roam from town to town I go through life without a care 'Til I'm as happy as a clown With my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere

While the lyrics do not speak to Quinlan, it has been sung at many birthdays and private family events. He remembers a particular chaotic evening that this song was playing while they were raided.

Perry Como - As Time Goes By

It's still the same old story, a fight for love an' glory, A case of do or die, the world will always welcome lovers, As time goes by...

One of Quinlan’s personal favorites that take him right back to being a boy with his grandparents. He has fond memories of seeing them slowdance with one another. Although, there is a darker memory attached which has left Quinlan avoiding this song for most of his adulthood. His grandmother sung it at his grandfather’s funeral.

Etta James - Sunday Kind of Love

I do my Sunday dreaming, oh, yeah And all my Sunday scheming Every minute, every hour, every day

Quinlan is very vocal about his love for Etta James but Sunday Kind of Love is his personal favourite. The song is about a lasting relationship which is something Quinlan prefers over fleeting or casual affairs. He comes from a long line of men and women who have never been divorced or had marital problems, and that has been something he wishes for himself.

The Penguins - Earth Angel

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore Love you for ever, and ever more. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

Despite being a love song, this song was actually dedicated to the German Sherpard that Quinlan had growing up named Angel. In fact, most of the Kelly’s would sing this song to the pooch as a puppy and a fully grown canine that was trained to kill.

#bsco.task002 #// Whew I did a lot of muse searching here. I hope people enjoy

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