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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 5 months

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Adore You (Part 6)

AshtonXFemale Reader

Part 5

Warnings: Food, secret confessions, mentions of adoption, mentions of running away, fluff, slight slow burn

“Tell me something no one else knows about you,” Ashton said, his fingers idly tracing the palm of your hand. You both laid in a makeshift fort in his living room, boxes of Chinese takeout scattered around you and some tiny portable projector playing a film you both have long forgotten about.

“Something no one knows?” you hummed, earning a nod from him. It was nearing the end of Spring break and the both of you have been talking non-stop since your first official date. It was you who asked Ashton out for the second time, feeling a sudden urge of courage. This time it was less strenuous and more comforting than anything. Your face scrunched up at his question as you thought about the answer. You almost felt brought back to the first day of classes where you had to play ice breakers in order to get to know classmates you were most likely never to see again.

“It’s not a hard question,” Ashton laughed, breaking the long silence of your pause.

“For me it is!” you exclaimed, retracting your hand from his and sitting up. Ashton sat up straight too and bit onto his bottom lip. “Besides, talking about myself is boring.”

“You’re not boring, Y/N.” Ashton responded. “I can go first if you want,” his head dipped low to look you in the eye and Ashton gave you a smile. You couldn’t help but to smile back and nod. He had a way of comforting you and you laid back down into the pillows looking up at the patterns of the blanket that covered you two. He shuffled onto his side and peered down at you as he thought for a moment.

“Now look who’s-”

“I got it!” he interjected, grinning at you in amusement. Your eyebrows rose at his reaction and you held in a giggle. “When I was seven I used to be VERY obsessed with tadpoles and woul- for a good while actually- I would carry some with me everyday to school without anyone knowing.”

“How’d you manage that?” you asked, shifting positions to lay on your side to look at him directly.

“I’d carry it in my thermos and people would just assume it was juice,” he said matter-of-factly. You laughed hard then, shaking your head at his admission. “Alright. . .your turn.” You thought for a moment, eyebrows scrunching. Ashton reached out with his thumb to rub away the wrinkled creases from your expression. “So serious,” he muttered, making you smile in return and let out a sigh.

“I once ran away when I was fifteen. Hitchhiked and got into some pickup truck with this old man. Made it to the city line and turned back. I had been gone for maybe three hours, no one was none the wiser.” A heavy silence penetrated the air, and you found yourself opening eyes you hadn’t realized you closed. Ashton was staring intently at you, worry written across his face. “I know, very dangerous for a young woman like me to hitchhike, especially alone,” you said.

“Where were you heading?” he asked instead. You had expected him to reprimand you for being so careless at a young age. That was the last you got and could see curiosity fill Ashton’s worried expression.

“To find my birth parents. I had just found out I was adopted and was spiraling over it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents dearly. It’s just I always felt like a black sheep, like something was wrong with me and then they tell me this huge secret a week after I turn fifteen.” You went quiet for a moment, eyes dazed as if you were placed back in that moment. “I thought if I could find my birth parents it’ll help me answer questions on why I was so different.”

You had never told anyone about it. You were content now at the fact that you were adopted, something you didn’t hide anymore. But that story of you attempting to run away, it had always been a well kept secret between you and your stuffed animals. “Aren’t you going to ask why I turned back?” you said. The two of you had somehow found yourselves laying on your backs. Ashton’s fingers playing with your own. He shook his head in response.

“Not unless you want to say,” he muttered, allowing the silence to envelop you once again. You weren’t expecting to share that part of yourself, but that was truly the only thing people didn’t know about you. Ashton just seemed so easy to talk to and you trusted him with the information. A warmth filled your stomach at his words. He wasn’t going to push and would allow you to tell him when you wanted. You turned your head to the side to look at him, eyes wide in the dim light. Ashton turned his head to face you too, your faces inches apart. “Thank you for sharing,” he whispered, almost trying not to disturb the peace.

“Thank you for listening,” you whispered back. Your eyes flickered down to his lips then back up to meet his gaze. His lips parted, tongue ducking out to moisten the plump skin. Time seemed to slow and you could see him glance at your own mouth. Just as Ashton was leaning towards you, a knock sounded at the door. The both of you jumped in surprise at the disturbance.

“Shit-the dessert,” Ashton said, “I forgot we ordered that.” He pulled away from you and got up from the fort to grab the delivery. You sat back in your spot, feeling slightly dazed. The two of you were so close to kissing. Something you hadn’t done yet. You cleared your throat and sat up as Ashton came back inside the fort with two bowls.

“What did you do before uni?” you asked him, graciously taking the bowl with your requested dessert. You remembered him saying he had chosen to pursue a career in photography after a stint of not being in school.

“I traveled with my best friends. We were basically living a nomad type life. It was fun for a while, but I could tell we all missed home.” Ashton chuckled at a thought that came to him, “I do miss exploring the world.” He dug into his own bowl after that, your attention now back on the film that seemed to be nearing an end. After a while Ashton muttered something about it being late. You were supposed to go back to your dorm about an hour ago, but being with Ashton was too much fun. “I’ll take the couch,” he said, not really asking if you wanted to go home or stay. It was a decided fact to Ashton that you would spend the night.

“We can sleep in the fort together,” you found yourself blurting. You were feeling a bit bold. The words surprising yourself. Ashton’s eyebrows raised, a look of perplexity coming across his face. “It’s cozy and you shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable in your own home,” you added, trying to save some type of face. Ashton let a laugh slip past his lips and he gave you a dimpled smile.

“I should warn you, I am a cuddler.”

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 1 year

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Final result soft boyfriend!luke from this poll<3

Sunflowers & Chocolates🌻🍫

Luke + f!reader

Warning : none! Well except for my horrible writing lol.

+masterlist | reblogs are highly appreciated!

Luke was happy, really happy. He just got home from tour in which he, not to be dramatic but had the time of his life, he is in a pretty good place in his relationship, the bands doing good and honestly he can’t believe it. He never thought that he would be in this place like at all. And he doesn’t want this high to end ever.

And with that in mind he thought of doing something for his girlfriend who he still hasn’t met after getting back. He went to the flower shop near his house and got a big bouquet of sunflowers (her favorite), then he got a box of chocolates and her favorite ice cream and he was ready to go.

He drove up to her apartment, greeted the small dog at the entrance (maybe he spent a little while petting it) and finally knocked on her door. It wasn’t locked but she didn’t answer, with worried eyes he slowly inched his way inside. “Baby!” His voice rang as his blue eyes searched every inch of the place. “Y/N” he called again, voice laced with worry.

He nearly dropped all of the stuff he had in his hands, nearly. But in a second he had her wrapped up in his long arms, head resting on top of hers, kissing her here and there. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks softly, his arms bringing her closer to his body, if that’s even possible.

“Nothing, ‘s fine” she says as she nuzzle against him, breathing in his expensive cologne. “Just hold me and I’ll be fine”

Luke hummed dropping one last kiss on the top of her head, picking her up as she squealed. He knew how to work in these situations, knew that she’ll talk to him when needed. He smiled, looking down at her face as he held her bridal style. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He dropped his head until his lips can brush against her lips. “I love you” he mouthed as he took her to the bed and placed her gently on top of it.

He crawled up on the bed, got comfortable then he pulled her onto his lap. “I love you more” she replied finally, reaching up to kiss his nose which scrunched in return launching her to a fit of giggles. “Impossible” he retorted, kissing her forehead as his fingers kneaded through her silky hair. “No way”

After a while of laying on top of him and listening to his heartbeat, she asked in a mumble “So, what did you get me?” He chuckled, squeezing her “Well, I bought you chocolate-”. “Say no more!” She said, sprinting out of the room. He laughed to himself, walking behind her to the living room table.

“Aww baby! You bought me sunflowers!” She exclaimed happily, turning around to kiss the man she was in love with. “Of course, baby” he replied, right after she pulled away. “That’s probably melted” he said referring to the bucket of ice cream he bought.

“Wow what crime did you commit?” She joked as she put it in the fridge, the flowers in water and opened the box of chocolates. “Can’t I love my girl?” Luke asked cheekily.

“You can! But it’s time for your girl to love you. So, go sit on the couch rockstar.” She said turning around.

“Here you go” she said feeding him a piece of chocolate. “But I got them for you”

“And now I’m feeding them to you” she said with wide eyes as if she’s talking to a child. He shook his head softly, taking the piece of chocolate onto his mouth, biting softly at her finger teasingly.

“Hey!”

“I actually got you something else too” he said, hesitantly looking up at her eyes. “What? Luke you didn’t have to!” She said with a mouth full of chocolates. He chuckled, wiping the corner of her mouth with his thumb. “I did baby, I did”.

He suddenly dropped to the floor and got on one knee. She nearly choked on her own spit as he reached inside a pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. “W-what are you doing?” She asked, the shock evident in her voice.

He took her hand in his and put the ring on her ring finger. Then he intertwined their hands as brought it to his face and gave a quick kiss. “It’s a promise ring. I promise to love you and be right here next to you for as long as you allow me to.”

“Luke!” She exclaimed, getting on her knees right next to him. “I love you so much!”

It was at that moment that Luke knew that there was no away he could ever not be happy as long as she was there.

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A/N : I feel like this sucked so hard! I haven’t written in months and so this felt like first time writing a fic, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless.

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imagines-for-everybody-blog · 10 months

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Facetime with Calum

Calum was on tour with 5 Seconds of Summer. You missed him so much and different time zones made it nearly impossible to facetime with him. He went to bed when you stood up or you were at work or he was on stage when you while you’re watching TV.

Today you both finally had time to facetime. You were really exicted to see him after so long.

“Heeeey.”, he smiled.

“Hey Cal.”, you grinned.

“I missed you so much.”, you said and tried not to show how sad you are because he’s not there.

“I missed you too. Just a few shows and then I’m home.”, he said.

You talked abut the tour, your job and so much more.

You couldn’t help but not having him around you made you sad. You tried to hold your tears back as long as you could but then the tears just began to roll down your face.

Cal pouted “Don’t be sad. Time will fly until I’m back home. It kills me not kissing you, cuddling with you and now I can’t comfort you while hugging you.”

You wiped your tears away and saw his silly face he made, which always makes you laugh just like now.

“I love you.”, he said.

“And I love you.”, you smiled.

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samkerrworshipper · 3 months

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between thighs

short little thigh riding quickie smut blurb lol

warnings: thigh riding, soft smut, porn without plot lol

Quickies are kind of a rite of passage when you become a professional athlete.

You claw for every single moment in which you can find time to spend with your partner, especially when your schedules are so jam packed.

That’s how you and Alexia got yourself into this position, the two of you jammed against the wall of Alexia’s bedroom with five minutes before she has to leave for an event.

You’re still in the first few months of your relationship, still navigating how to balance work and life, having Alexia looking all dolled up to go out on her night off for the week did things to you, things that had ended up with you pushed up against the plaster with Alexia’s lips mouthing at your neck.

“Ale-Ale, not fair, you have to leave soon.”

You’re mad that you don’t get to accompany her, that you don’t get to galavant around with Alexia. Actually you’re more mad that you won’t get to fully appreciate Alexia in her current outfit. She’s in a skintight pink dress, a piece that you aren't even aware was in her closet until she walked out of the wardrobe with it clad to her body. Whilst you aren’t a big fan of events, you’d push past your social anxiety for the opportunity to ogle at Alexia for the night.

No words would describe just how wet your panties had suddenly become when Alexia waltzed out of her wardrobe, dressed to the nines and looking mouth-watering, your cunt all of a sudden soaked with the sight.

“Lex, what the hell?”

Alexia’s head cocked, a little smile in the corner of her mouth whilst she toyed with the hem of her dress. Your eyes are dragging up and down the pink mesh kind of material that sinches Alexia everywhere.

“This little thing? It’s from my clubbing days.”

You roll your eyes at the way that Alexia implies that she is beyond her partying days, your summer in Ibiza would argue that claim heavily.

“Little is definitely a way to describe it, not leaving a lot to the imagination Lex.”

Alexia blushes, her awkward self shining through as she tries to pull the hem down, all for it to stay put where it was.

You stood up from your seat on the edge of your bed, walking your way towards your spaniard.

“No need to be shy, I’m just jealous that I don’t get the opportunity to appreciate this number fully.”

You bite down on your lip, closing in on Alexia with your voice dropping a few octaves as you speak.

Alexia’s brow lifts in questioning, her hair tilting with her head as she looks you up and down. Whilst Alexia is completely done up, you are quite the opposite, your hair is scruffily mounted on top of your head in a bun, instead of a tight dress you are in a tank top and a plain pair of silk pyjama shorts.

“Jealous? You know I’m only going because it’s opening night and I promised Alba I’d be there. A night that you had an invite to.”

You roll your eyes, groaning at Alexia’s explanation.

“I might have reconsidered had you given me a sneak peek to your little outfit earlier on, are you sure you can’t be a little bit late? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Alexia stares down at you, as you try your hardest to convince her with your pout. She brings her hand up to your cheek, her fingers are long enough to stretch from one end of your jaw to the other, she traces the soft lines of your bones and face, her eyes following her fingers.

“I won’t be late, there are a couple of minutes until Mapi is supposed to be here.”

You nod your head dutifully, standing up on your tiptoes so you are able to pull Alexia into a kiss.

For a few seconds it’s soft, the two of you falling into your normal rhythm, Alexia is pushing you up against the wall of the bedroom, her hands pinning your hips to the wall and slotting her knee in between your legs whilst her tongue explored your mouth and lips.

“Ale-Ale, not fair, you have to leave soon.”

You tried your hardest to grind down on Alexia, but her two hands were big enough to keep you pinned to the wall, unmoving completely.

“You’ve got three minutes, that’s all you’re getting, you can’t touch me and you can’t mess with my outfit, you touch or mess with anything and we stop, understood?”

You nod your head, your mind now completely set on how to achieve your own release.

“Go ahead then babygirl.”

Your hands are nudging at Alexia’s almost immediately, pulling them from your hips so you can slip your shorts off of your ass, leaving you naked in front of Alexia.

There isn’t time for you to be insecure, you instead push yourself off the wall, nudging your way away from Alexia’s knee up to the muscular part of her thigh.

You leave a trail of wetness as you move up and down, your desire spreading up and down Alexia’s olive skin.

Alexia’s lips move to your neck, allowing your mouth to gape open, big deep guttural moans exiting your mouth as you grind up and down Alexia’s skin.

You’ve done it before, but every single time you are once again met with Alexia’s thigh you have to rediscover and locate the different ridges and muscles that felt best against your sensitive clit.

It’s not as good as how fingers or a toy would feel, but it’s something, and something is definitely better than nothing.

“Lex, please, more.”

Alexia’s lips continue at your neck, it’s helping with getting you close but you aren’t sure that you are going to be able to get off solely just from Alexia’s thigh.

“My thigh or nothing, two minutes bebita.”

You nod your head, it’s not the answer you wanted but the upside is that once Alexia is done murmuring against your neck her lips return to your pulsepoint, sucking down hard and undoubtedly leaving a deep red mark.

You force yourself down as hard as you can, allowing gravity to take the reins as you remove the pressure from your feet, relying on Alexia’s muscly quad and your core balance to hold you up.

It’s not the best thing you’ve felt, but with the mixed sensation of Alexia’s mouth, leg muscles and hands on your hips, her fingernails gripping into the bones resting below your skin.

You know that you are on a clock, so you hone in on the sensations, focusing on all of the different things you are feeling.

Raking your eyes up and down Alexia’s outfit of choice seems to be enough, it’s like a rush of endorphins hit your bloodstream as you look at Alexia’s body and all of the features that are being displayed to you.

Your thoughts of lust are shattered by the sound of knocking at the door, Alexia’s lips lit from your chest.

“Are you close, bebita?”

You nod your head furiously at Alexia, pressing yourself down as you nudge your clit hard against one of the particularly accentuated muscles in Alexia’s thigh.

“Quick, Maria’s here and I don’t want to keep her wanting, or walking in and seeing something that belongs to me.”

The possessiveness definitely sends you directly towards the edge, the urgency of your situationship coming to light.

“Ale, fuck, going to cum, Lex I’m coming.”

Alexia’s mouth presses itself to your own, silencing your moans whilst your body spasms against her own body, your pussy pulsing against her warm and wet skin.

As soon as your cunt has stopped spasming and your limbs are reconnected to your brain Alexia lifts you off of her, dumping you unceremoniously onto the mattress of her bed whilst she rushes into the bathroom to clean herself up.

“Drink some water bebita, you don’t have to wait up for me, I'll be back late.”

The pool between your legs is enough of a motivation to stay awake for Alexia, even if it means suffering for a couple of hours.

“I’ll be up, have fun, you look amazing Lex.”

The banging at the door has only grown louder, Alexia is tugging on her shoes aggressively whilst trying to make it out of the door. You enjoy the sight from your spot sitting on her bed, your body covered in the sheets.

“I will, text me if you need anything and no touching without my permission, wait up or sleep, I love you.”

You nod at her, snorting as Alexia clips the corner of her doorway whilst trying to make it out of the room. A string of curses leave her mouth, her body lurching forwards and out of your sight, undoubtedly towards the door to stop Maria’s insistent banging.

You think about the feeling of her cold, big, stong hands on your hips, the heat still spreading from the marks she’d sucked into your neck and the pleasure spread across the apex of your legs from Alexia’s thigh that had fit so perfectly between your own thighs.

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powderblueblood · 5 months

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HELLFIRE & ICE masterlist

life in hawkins, indiana is bittersweet for an eighteen year old like you. up to this point you've enjoyed your reign as the resident rich bitch ice queen of hawkins high. you glide above the student body with an impenetrable grace— until the IRS comes knocking and your family loses everything that makes you you; the money, the super-trendy clothes, the people you called friends. you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park— directly across the lot from resident hellfire king and noted freak, eddie munson. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.

pairing: eddie munson x f!oc, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!oc and unrequited jonathan byers x f!oc, platonic!nancy wheeler x f!oc, platonic!ronnie ecker x f!oc

tags: NSFW / MINORS TURN BACK NOW! f!oc is written in the immersive second person; she does have a name and a background, but no physical description is mentioned in the text. enemies to star-crossed lovers on a slow burn setting, angst, misunderstanding, yearning, swearing, smoking, drinking, era-typical classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, smut including but not limited to voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of, really mean jokes, eventual fluff (i promise). extremely canon divergent with references to flight of icarus.

ready to light this place up?

❦ - SERIES

❦ - chapter one: THE POISE, LUCK and INTEGRITY OF A KENNEDY

❦ - chapter two: VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON'S HOUSE

❦ - chapter three: EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)

❦ - chapter four: HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS

❦ - chapter five: CHEERLEADERS MAKE BAD NEIGHBORS

❦ - chapter six: IN MY ORBIT

❦ - chapter seven: WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS

❦ - chapter eight: SEWN UP

❦ - chapter nine: EDDIE the OBVIOUS and the LADY SPHINX

❦ - chapter ten: THE NEW FACE OF FAILURE

❦ - chapter eleven:

❦ - chapter twelve:

❦ - chapter thirteen:

❦ - epilogue

❦ - BLURBS N SHIT

in-universe requests are open for business

flashback - LACY'S DAD GETS ARRESTED

flashback - EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

what if - EDDIE FOUND LACY'S JOURNAL

what if - LACY FOUND EDDIE'S WEIRD SERIAL KILLER WRITING SCRAPS

lore - ALL ABOUT THE BOOKSTORE

blurb - EDDIE HEARS LACY HAVING A SEX DREAM AND...

blurb - EDDIE TELLS LACY HOW HIS PARENTS MET

blurb - LACY VISITS HER DAD IN PRISON

blurb - FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON

blurb - YES, NURSE RATCHED

blurb - THE BANDANA

blurb - EDDIE FS CASS FINNIGAN IN THE A

blurb - THE LACY AND JONATHAN OF IT ALL

❦ - FUN STUFF

soundtrack - VOLUME ONE

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 4 months

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Harry and yn and there two kids on holiday and fans come up to them and harry asks them to respect there privacy and all that?

Caribbean Privacy.

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authors note - first blurb of 2024 people and it’s based on the brand new photos we got, so enjoy my loves.

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in which, you and harry decided to go for a little family holiday to start the new year off on the right foot, and went to a caribbean island, where your just trying to enjoy yourselves, and spend some quality time with your two children, when a couple of fans spot your husband.

As the first light of the new year streamed through the curtains, you woke up to the sweet realization that your partner had planned a surprise holiday to the Caribbean.

The joy in your heart was mirrored in the excited expressions of Kai, your energetic five-year-old, and little Lexi, who had just turned six months old. The promise of sun-soaked beaches and turquoise waters made the early morning hustle of packing bags and herding the family to the airport an adventure in itself.

Arriving at your tropical destination, the sound of gentle waves and the warmth of the sun embraced you. The resort's palm-fringed surroundings set the stage for a family retreat filled with laughter and cherished moments.

The holiday would be lasting a total of two weeks and so far the four of you had been there for four out of a possible fourteen.

The first day was spent chilling and getting the kids into a routine, the second day was filled with sunbathing and the third day you took the kids to do some activities so that they wouldn’t get too bored.

It was the afternoon of the fourth day at the resort, for a majority of the morning you had all gone for a walk, trying to get your bearings of where you were going to be staying.

It was nearing one pm now, and the four of you were making your way to the hotel outdoor restaurant, where other families, friends and couples were currently sat, all decked out in summer clothes just like you and your family were.

The rhythmic roll of the stroller, carrying the enchanting Lexi, created a soothing background to the lively atmosphere. Harry, with Kai perched on his shoulders, exuded paternal pride as his son's tiny fingers playfully explored the newly sprouting hair after a recent buzz cut.

The infectious giggles from Kai echoed through the space, forming a symphony of joy that seemed to harmonize with the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of other guests.

Just moments later, a courteous waiter approached, exuding the charm of the Caribbean hospitality.

"Good afternoon! Can I start you off with some drinks?" he inquired with a warm smile.

Harry, with a chuckle, ordered a beer for himself, emphasising that it was a well-deserved vacation treat.

Kai, his eyes sparkling, announced proudly, "Chocolate milkshake, please!"

You joined in, opting for a refreshing mojito to complement the tropical ambiance. The waiter, noting down the orders, promised to return shortly with the concoctions that would add an extra layer of delight to your family gathering.

The backdrop of the restaurant's tropical charm provided the perfect setting for a moment of connection.

"This surprise vacation was a brilliant idea," you remarked, a smile playing on your lips.

Harry, his eyes filled with satisfaction, responded, "M’figured we all needed a break, and what better way t’start the year?"

Kai, still perched atop his father's shoulders, chimed in, "I like the beach, Mommy! Can we build a sandcastle tomorrow?"

His enthusiasm was infectious, prompting laughter from both you and Harry.

"Absolutely, buddy! We'll build the biggest sandcastle the beach ‘as ever seen," Harry promised, ruffling Kai's hair.

November 2019, you gave birth to Kai Robin Styles, at a home birth in yours and Harry’s London home.

As the conversation continued, you found yourselves reflecting on the year that had passed and the excitement of what lay ahead.

“ ‘Member when Lex was just a tiny bump?" Harry mused, glancing affectionately at your baby girl. "Now look at her, enjoying her first vacation. Time really does fly,"

You had gone into Labour with Lexi Anne Styles after Harry’s Show in Warsaw, the birth wasn’t very traumatic but the fact that you have birth in the backstage area of a stadium add a million different stress levels.

The waiter returned with a tray of drinks, delivering a frothy beer for Harry, a velvety chocolate milkshake for Kai, and a refreshing mojito for yourself.

The clinking of glasses marked the beginning of a shared toast.

"To family adventures and new beginnings," Harry proposed, raising his beer.

It wasn’t long before you had placed your food orders, and then it was back to chit chatting.

Lexi began to express her hunger with soft whimpers from the comfort of her stroller. Harry, always attuned to his children's needs, suggested, "Looks like someone's ready f’a meal. How about I feed her?"

Agreeing with a smile, you watched affectionately as Harry gently lifted Lexi from the stroller. With practised ease, he retrieved the pre-made bottle from the baby bag. Cradling Lexi in his arms, he began a tender dialogue, showering her with words of endearment.

"Y’know, Love bug, y’the most perfect baby in the world. Mom and I are so lucky t’have you," he whispered, his words infused with a genuine warmth that mirrored the love you both felt for your little one.

As Harry spoke to Lexi, your gaze shifted to Kai, who was deeply immersed in coloring his book. His tiny fingers danced across the paper, creating vibrant strokes that mirrored the lively atmosphere of the Caribbean surroundings. The restaurant transformed into a canvas of family moments — the quiet focus of an older brother, the nurturing presence of a father, and the unspoken connection between mother and daughter.

Amidst the lively ambiance of the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice a group of girls at a nearby table who seemed to have recognized your husband. Whispers and excited glances were exchanged among them, and you could see them mustering the courage to approach him for a photo.

Sensing their intentions, you leaned in to Harry and discreetly warned him about the approaching fangirls.

Harry, with a resigned sigh, glanced over his shoulder and nodded.

"Just ignore ‘em, love. It happens," he reassured you, his eyes reflecting the weariness of a man accustomed to such encounters.

The prospect of being in the spotlight, even during a family dinner, was not a new experience for him. Grateful that your kids were facing away, oblivious to the attention, you both focused on enjoying the moment together as a family.

As the girls behind you worked up the courage to approach, you and Harry engaged in casual conversation, attempting to divert attention from the brewing fan encounter.

"Remember that time in Paris?" you teased, trying to lighten the mood. Harry chuckled, because he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Good times," he agreed, sharing a smile with you, appreciating the effort to shield your family from the attention that occasionally came with his public persona.

“H, there definitely coming.”

Harry, glancing over his shoulder, nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yeah, I see them. Just give them a friendly smile if they approach, and I'll handle it. S’not let it bother us," he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

He was no stranger to such encounters, having navigated the challenges of fame before. The weariness in his eyes reflected a desire for a quiet family dinner undisturbed by fan interactions.

The restaurant buzzed with activity as the group of excited fans approached your table.

"Harry, we're such huge fans! Can we get a quick photo and an autograph?" one of them eagerly requested, holding out a notepad and a pen.

With a gracious smile, Harry acknowledged their enthusiasm.

"M’grateful f’your support, but at the moment, we're trying to have a quiet family dinner, so I won't be able to do autographs right now," he gently explained, a polite refusal delivered with a sense of understanding.

Despite his explanation, the fans persisted, urging for both a photo and an autograph. The atmosphere at the table shifted as Lexi, nestled in Harry's lap, started to express her unease with a few whimpers.

Sensing his sister's discomfort, Kai moved closer to your side, seeking comfort in the familiar presence of family. Harry, noticing the subtle disruption, addressed the fans with empathy.

The fans, eager to capture a moment with their idol, continued to press for both a photo and an autograph. Harry, maintaining his composure, gently reiterated, "I really appreciate y’support, but right now, We're just trying t’enjoy a family dinner without any interruptions."

The fans, realizing the impact on the children, paused for a moment. Harry, sensing the need to reinforce the boundary, continued,

"Thanks for understanding." His words were delivered with a blend of gratitude and a protective instinct for his family.

As the fans reluctantly stepped back, a mix of disappointment and understanding painted their expressions. Your family returned to the rhythm of your evening, attempting to reclaim the sense of tranquillity that had been momentarily disrupted. Lexi, still cradled in Harry's arms, gradually settled, comforted by the familiar presence of her parents and brother.

Harry, with a reassuring smile, turned his attention back to the dinner table.

"Sorry about that, m’love," he whispered to you, the gentle apology carrying the weight of the delicate balancing act that came with his fame.

"It's alright," you responded, understanding the complexities of navigating public and private moments.

Kai, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, looked up from his colouring book with a curious expression.

"Why did those people want pictures, Mommy?" he asked, his innocent curiosity breaking the momentary tension.

You looked down to his eye level, offering a simple yet honest explanation, "Sometimes, people recognize Daddy from his work, and they want to say hello or take a picture because they really like what he does."

Harry, appreciating your delicate handling of the situation, chimed in,

"That's right, buddy. Daddy's work makes people happy, and sometimes they just want to share that happiness with us."

Sensing his sons discomfort, Harry gently ushered him over, placing him on the other side of his lap.

"Hey, Kai, come here, sweet boy," Harry said softly, creating a protective space for him. As Kai nestled in closer,

Harry continued, "I want you t’know that no matter what happens, Daddy will always keep you safe. Those moments might be a bit strange, but we're a team, okay?"

Kai, his big brown eyes searching for reassurance, nodded in understanding. "

Team," he echoed, a small smile breaking through the remnants of unease.

Harry wrapped his arm around Kai, holding him close to his chest.

"Exactly, little man. We're a team, and nothing will ever change that," Harry affirmed, his voice a soothing melody of love and comfort.

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pre-claiming, pre-betrayal, luke castellan x poseidon!reader, fluff.

while i bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief.

“rumor has it, capture the flag is coming up,” luke said. he was ripping blades of grass from beside him as his head laid on your stomach. he was facing the blue sky, letting the droplets of water roll off his bare skin.

you’d just emerged from your impromptu dip in the lake to escape the growing heat of summer. you had his camp shirt on top of your body, finding the faint scent of his cologne on the neckline of the shirt comforting. “already? they’re really trying to get us at each other’s throats as soon as possible.”

“yeah,” he scoffed. he rolled his head to face you. “it’s beth’s turn to come up with a strategy.”

there was pride in his eyes, like there always was when he talked about annabeth. you wondered if you had the same sparkle when you talked about her too. it was hard not to be proud of annabeth. after all, you’d known her since she was seven, when you, luke, and thalia found her wandering alone.

you tried not to think of those days too much. those days were painful and lonely; unfair that children were left to fend for themselves. even though you and luke were the oldest of the bunch, you were still just fourteen. at fourteen, you should’ve been dreading the perils of freshman year of high school, not wondering if you’d be fortunate enough to reach sixteen.

“how’s percy holding up?” you asked. your fingers tugged on a strand of hair that was bouncing back into his usual curls. you felt luke soften at your touch.

“he’s doing okay,” luke answered after a beat. “as well as anyone would be after finding out.”

“he’s a tough one, i can tell,” you replied. you attempted to move your hand from luke’s hair, but he held it in place. you complied, starting to rub his scalp. “has he been claimed yet?”

“no, he hasn’t.”

the topic of being claimed was a touchy subject for you as an unclaimed child. the first few months at camp, you had your hopes that your time was coming soon. your godly parent had to claim you eventually, right? but as the months turned into a year and a year turned into five, you lost all hope. somewhere along the way, you convinced yourself that you made peace with it.

luke, on the other hand, never did. there were many things he hated about the gods. most of it were general things that made sense; neglecting their children, having them do their dirty work, making them go on dangerous quests where they’re likely to get killed; but the thing that he hated them for the most was that they made you feel unworthy of being acknowledged.

to everyone else at camp, they saw you as someone who beat the odds despite not knowing who your godly parent was. you became a skilled swordsman, coming second only to luke, skilled at archery, and such an incredible leader, but luke didn’t attribute that to your godly parent. he attributed that to your character. your greatness had nothing to do with the gods.

but luke also knew you better than anyone else. he knew that even though you acted like you didn’t care about being claimed, there was still a part of you that stayed fourteen, that stayed hopeful, that one day your parent would claim you.

luke let his lips linger on your hipbone, a reminder that he was still there, as if trying to convince you that while your parent didn’t care enough to claim you, he did. he would shout it from every rooftop, if he could. in fact, on the trip to olympus, he stood at the top of the empire state building and declared his love for you.

chiron, who was forced to discipline him for his antics, banned him for getting dessert for two weeks, but sent you a sly wink as he was telling luke his punishment. you didn’t comment about how you managed to be given two desserts ‘accidentally’ everyday during luke’s punishment.

“we should probably head back soon,” you mumbled, though you made no effort to get up. luke snuggled deeper into you from where he laid. “it’s almost dinner.”

“yeah,” luke sighed. “you’re probably right.”

neither of you made it to dinner, but grover managed to sneak the both of you a handful of strawberries to eat.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan one shot #luke castellan blurb #pjo #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series #frances writes #frances song fics

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dayoldtea · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

pairing: harry styles x brazilian!famous!reader

fc: bruna marquezine

a/n: this is long

2012

2016

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yourinstagram Wow! I can't believe it's been a year of @ipanema 🇧🇷 My favorite childhood memories are connected to the summer, the sun and the sea, and with every new design designed, be it bikinis or accessories, I feel a little more connected to that little girl who counted the days until the weekend, because it meant my feet would touch the warm sand of Ipanema Beach again. So much has happened in one year and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us! Thanks for all the support so far, it means the world and I can't wait for you to see our new designs!! 💚💛 Head over to @ipanema to get 30% OFF the entire store! Limited birthday discount! ☀️

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user81 she's so pretty 😭

user61 harry liked the post just a few seconds after yn posted it 😃

⤷ user42 this man has her notifications turned on, i swear to god

user21 okay harry, we get it

user34 i'm so proud of you

user12 this is what i think i look like

user55 all right yn, here's my whole paycheck

harrystyles congratulations ❤️

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⤷ user96 WHAT

⤷ user48 HARRRRYYYYY

⤷ user82 QHWIOWHWEIWOWJAKAKALAKA

⤷ user10 i bet he sent this comment and then threw the phone out the window

⤷ user02 the poor man has been waiting for an answer for almost five years 😭 #prayforharry

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harry_update HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!! I REPEAT: HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!!!!!!!!

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user44 FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

user06 i love how the whole fandom was just rooting for harry to finally take her on a date

user71 i feel like a proud mother

user92 THE WAY HE'S HOLDING HER

user66 omg twitter must be collapsing

user04 y/n/y/l/n is the only woman who can keep harry styles waiting five years for a date

user12 when a latina wins, all latinas win along with her 🥳

user29 THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭

user73 am i the only one who doesn't want them to be together?

⤷ user40 yes

⤷ user33 yes

⤷ user81 yes

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harrystyles I finally got that call

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2017

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ynandharryupdates the puppy appearing on harry's lap in the kiwi music video was a gift from him to yn. welcome, oat!

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user63 CRYING

user99 so lovely 😭😭

user03 i'm sure it was yn's idea to have puppies in the video lol

⤷ user62 that's exactly what i thought 😂

user55 harry is so whipped, and i am so happy for him

user30 this is the most adorable puppy ever

user44 he's smiling for the camera

user52 just a few days ago yn said on a live stream that she missed having a pet at home, but that she didn't know how she would manage since she had upcoming projects that required long trips. it seems that harry decided that they should share custody 🥺

2018

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enews Harry met with his girlfriend's parents, the brazilian actress and businesswoman Y/N/Y/L/N, this morning at a hotel in Rio de Janeiro. Some sources say that Y/L/N's absence in her homeland is associated with projects she is working on.

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user53 something about harry taking advantage of his concert schedule in brazil to see yn's parents even if she is not present makes me weak in the knees

user88 i'm so looking forward to yn's next works! hope to see her acting again soon ❤️

user94 yn taught him to speak portuguese? yn's parents speak english? i'm so curious now lol

⤷ user51 yn's parents speak english! they had to live in the usa for a while to accompany her to the auditions when she was still a minor (nowadays her mother teaches english at a school in brazil, btw).

⤷ user53 yn's parents speak english, but harry said in an interview with nick grimshaw for bbc music that yn was teaching him portuguese so he could communicate with her parents via facetime

⤷ user94 pls this is so cute! thanks for the explanation

user06 knowing how much yn loves going to rio and being close to her family, i'm sure she felt bad for not being able to accompany harry to his shows in brazil, so seeing him close to her parents must make her very happy ❤️

2019

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yourinstagram Euphoria coming soon to HBO.

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arianagrande YAAAAAA I CANT WAIT

user25 MAIN CHARACTER

user52 soooooo gooood

annetwist gorgeous

user18 i am so excited for this

harrystyles I couldn't be prouder! te amo, H x

⤷ yourinstagram love u too, H ❤️

⤷ user44 literal parents

⤷ user83 i'm so single 😃

⤷ user90 crying as i question my existence

user02 FREAKING OUT

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harrystyles FINE LINE . THE ALBUM . DEC 13

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gucci ❤️

user43 thank you @yourinstagram

user88 IM FUCKING READY OH MY GOSH

user06 what about medicine, sir??????????

user14 can't wait to listen and then look for theories about which songs are about yn

user62 i'm so proud

yourinstagram i know i've said this about a million times now, but you make me more and more proud every day. te amo! ❤️

⤷ harrystyles love you more my sunflower muse, H x

⤷ user91 SOBBING

⤷ user54 SUNFLOWER IS ALREADY THE BEST SONG

⤷ user09 imagine being harry styles' muse 😃

user91 WTF IS ERODA

2020

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harryflorals All accessories and swimwear used by the models in the watermelon sugar video are part of the new collection of yn's swimwear brand, @ipanema. According to the brand's website, the pre-sale will be available tomorrow.

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user60 SHE IS THE MOMENT

user23 talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

user51 I KNEW

user45 I LOVE IT

user78 this song, this video… everything screams yn 😃

user64 the way she always uses harry to promote herself

⤷ user13 what? yn's brand was extremely popular even before she started dating harry. shut up.

user05 IT COUPLE

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ynshine just leaving this here

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user12 the cutest

user44 my parents

user25 i just love them

yourinstagram @harrystyles

⤷ harrystyles darling, i can explain…

⤷ user62 SCREAMING

⤷ ynshine the user of this account is dead

2021

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harrystyles late night talking

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yourinstagram loving on tour

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user61 SUPPORTIVE GF

user18 i'm obsessed with her

user11 hi, yn! idk if you remember me or if you will see this comment, but i was at the harry concert last night and ended up having a serious anxiety crisis due to the crowd. i was unaccompanied, and as much as the other girls next to me tried to help me, there wasn't much they could do. idk how, but you saw me from somewhere near the stage, offered me water and a safe place to stay until the show was over. i had saved up for many months for this show, and if it wasn't for you, my anxiety would have completely ruined my whole experience. thank you for helping me and being the sweetest person ever ❤️

⤷ yourinstagram of course I remember you, dear! hope you are feeling better, take care! ❤️

⤷ user69 literal angel

⤷ user16 harry is so lucky

user82 i love this relationship so much

user36 i was already crying when I read the caption

2022

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harrystyles Harry's House. May 20th.

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user21 i cant

mtv i will never recover emotionally from this

billieeilish having a breakdown

user87 the message behind the name of the album and the photo he chose to promote it

user52 twitter crashed

user11 mom and dad

gemmastyles the all time favorite couple breaking the internet once again

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harryflorals The exact moment Harry and Y/N see each other on the red carpet at the Venice Film Festival.

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user12 sobbing, crying, vomiting, screaming, blushing, banging my head on the wall, running in circles, pulling my hair out, sliding down the wall

user32 THEY'RE LITERALLY GLOWING

user76 after 10 years harry styles finally gets to live his fanfiction

user57 he's so in love with her

florencepugh SHE GOT THAT CINEMA

user97 GET MARRIED NOW

user50 thanks for the new wallpaper

user44 the real reason why i have high relationship patterns

user36 why didn't they go together?

⤷ user07 harry went earlier to accompany the cast of DWD

user09 the fact that harry is obsessed with her since forever just makes it even better

user80 SOULMATES

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles social media #harry styles x y/n #famous reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake social media #boyfriend harry #harry styles x actress!reader #actress reader

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eyesthatroll · 1 year

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five more minutes | luke hughes

pairing; lh43 x fem!reader

warning(s); none really, fluff i guess, kinda edited not really

word count; 0.5k (blurb?)

yawning, you peeled your eyes open, squinting at the sunlight that seeped through the open black curtain.

glancing to your left, you reach out and grab your phone from the bedside table.

5:04 am.

luke's head rests on your lower stomach, his legs twisted around yours under the white duvet.

you were hot, thirsty, and needed to get out of your sweat ridden night clothes. it was the dead of summer, and your ac was broken, again.

you try move to your left, hoping you can slide out from under luke without him waking up, but the moment you move, he's pulling you closer to him.

huffing to yourself, you untangle your legs from his, and attempt to roll him over.

"what're you doing?" he murmurs, wrapping his legs around yours again.

"need to get up." you groan.

"what time is it?" his voice is breaking, raspy from sleep, and lack of water this morning.

"five."

"it's early, don't get up." he begs.

"lu, it's too hot. i feel disgusting."

luke twists his head to look up at you, tired eyes pleading you to give in. he uses his feet to kick of the duvet, leaving just you and him on top of the sheet. "better?"

you shake your head. "you're hot luke, i need you to get off me."

"just five more minutes."

"luke, i'm serious."

"please, baby."

you let out an exasperated sigh, your head leaning back into the pillow in frustration. "five minutes." you warned.

and it was five minutes, you were counting down the seconds.

"times up, babyboy." you announce, your hand giving a slight tug to his curls.

luke tightens his hold on you, now playing with the drawstring on your skimpy night shorts.

"it hasn't been five minutes." he whines.

"it literally has. i was literally counting." you deadpan.

luke groans. it's almost comical at this point.

"why do you hate me?"

you burst in laughter at his over exaggerated question. "because you're clingy in the mornings, you always eat my good yogurt, you take to long to-"

you're teasing.

"enoughhhhhh!"

"so it was a rhetorical question?"

"i wasn't seriously asking, i was joking. making a joke." the sassiness comes through in his tone.

"so was i." you slide out of his grasp, leaving him limp on your side of the bad. "you should be laughing, because i'm a funny person."

luke hughes was not a morning person, and you just loved to rile him up.

"you're not funny, you're annoying." he huffs.

"my name's not annoying, it's y/n."

luke sends you a dirty look, not appreciating another one of your jokes.

you lean down, and kiss his forehead. you're pulling away, when luke pulls you back down by the shirt.

his lips meet yours in quick fashion, morning breath forgotten. you feel his teeth graze your bottom lip, an attempt to open you up, but you pull away, pushing him on the forehead with your palm.

he falls back to the pillow, his lips formed into a pout.

"'i'm gonna shower. will you be up when i get out, or are you going back to sleep?"

luke gives you a pointed look, as if you didn't already know the answer. "close the blinds on the way out, please."

/end

mari speaks! not much to say about this one, i'm sure it could use a few more details here and there, but it's 4am and i'm tired of looking at it. hopefully it's not too terrible. also, random, but i just bought a qh43 funk pop! didn't even know they made those, (and it was so cheap!! 15$ waaa??) anyways, that's it.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x you #nj devils #hockey

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featherandferns · 1 year

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the night it all began (fic)

jj maybank x fem!reader | part of the F.W.B universe, but can be read as a stand-alone too!

content warning: drinking; sex (protected; p in v)

word count: 3k

Blurb: JJ Maybank has some corny-ass pick-up lines, and can't seem to back down from a bet, but maybe you might just give him a try anyway. What's one night, after all?

Sunset had turned dusk on the beach. There was the vague smell of smoke from the bonfire, sticking to everyone’s clothes, and beer, liquor and marijuana. Cigarettes and cider. The Boneyard was a free for all: Kooks and Pogues and tourists alike. If you wanted to let lose, maybe have a dance and shotgun a few beers, then you could. If you want to catch-up with your friends, make the most of the summer, then you could. And if you wanted a quick hook-up, be it a fling or otherwise, you could. That was usually the way JJ leaned.

JJ took a swig of his beer and looked around. John B was chatting away with Sarah, Kiara was in what appeared to be a rather deep conversation with some astrology-type girlies, and Pope was doing his best to make a move on a chick who was (unfortunately) clearly not interested. As he took in the sights, he noticed that off to the side there was a crowd, getting louder by the second. Curious, he wandered over, recognising Ricky from gym standing on the outskirts.

“Yo, Ricky,” he called, approaching. The red head turned around and grinned.

“Maybank! Where you been?”

“Oh, you know. Odd jobs and all that. Got myself a gig as a bus boy at some kook country club,” JJ said. They slapped hands and bumped fists in a casual handshake. Nodding to the gathering of people in front of them, he asked, “what’s all this?”

“This girl told someone that she can hold a handstand for one minute,” Ricky said.

JJ laughed. “What? Like it’s hard or something?”

“You think you can do it?” Ricky chuckled, eyeing him up.

“Bro, I can probably hold one for like five minutes,” JJ smugly said, taking another drink.

Ricky raised his brows and laughed, shaking his head. Then, he called a name. You turned around and smiled at the red head. Gesturing with his head to JJ, who stood beside him, he said, “Maybank here thinks he can beat you at your little handstand trick.”

Your eyes passed to JJ, smile turning into something just shy of a smirk, semi-suspicious. JJ’s first thought as you looked at him was simple: hot. His second thought came from the more sober side of him, calling out from the back of his brain: you might’ve over played your hand.

“Oh really?”

“You guys wanna put it to the test?”

“What’s it worth to me?” JJ asked you.

“Twenty?”

“Twenty?” JJ whistled. You walked over.

“Scared or something, blondie?” you wondered, arms folded over your chest.

He finished his drink and tossed it to the side, half surprised that he didn’t hear Kiara from afar telling him off for littering.

“Not at all, princess,” he replied, smirking.

“Yo! Head-to-head!” Ricky called, pointing to the pair of you. A few people caught on and began to gather around you and JJ in a circle. Some gave a whistle and some a few whoops and hollers of encouragement.

You and JJ moved so you were standing side by side. He watched as you cracked your neck and stretched your arms. The sage green top you wore rode up as you went, teasing to show the waistband of your bra. When you finished limbering up, you looked up at JJ.

"You sure you wanna do this?" you checked, cocky and self-assured.

“Get ready to get out your check book,” was all he replied.

“Oh, I think I have the cash,” you sardonically returned. Calling to Ricky, you said, “give us a countdown, dickwad!”

He did as you asked. Across the small crowd that had gathered to watch the ordeal, a tense excitement laid over them like a blanket. You and JJ flashed each other one last competitive grin.

“Three, two, one: go!”

The moment JJ’s hands met the sand, he realised how largely he’d misjudged both his handstand-abilities and the length of a minute.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t strong enough to hold his own weight, but more the lack of balance to keep from falling on his face. JJ imagined he looked something like a tree in the wind. He wondered how you were doing, waiting for the roar of the crowd when you would crash onto the floor. Grunting, he shifted one of his hands and focused on keeping himself upright. The people watching were still giving little cheers and whistles, some shouting his name and some shouting yours. It was a nice name. Matched you well, even though you’d barely said five words to him. You seemed nice. Funny. A little arrogant and cocky, though not in a pompous way.

Before JJ could catch his run-away thoughts, he’d lost his focus and his balance, and went crashing to the sand with a grunt. Laughter and hollers surrounded the two of you, and a couple of cheers for participation. JJ rolled his eyes and sat up, looking to his left to see you unphased by the commotion. Your eyes were closed and he watched as you steadily and slowly breathed in and out of your mouth. Face turning red from being upside down so long. He couldn’t help but smile at your concentration. It was a pretty cool party trick.

“That’s a minute!” Ricky called.

You gracefully lowered yourself back to your feet, opening your eyes. More cheers, more jeering, more noise. You laughed, somewhat bashful, and then looked down at JJ.

When you first extended your hand, he thought you were offering to help him up. That was until you said:

“Pay up, blondie.”

He laughed, shaking his head, getting to his feet. He retrieved his cap that had fallen off when the ordeal started, placing it on his head.

“You know, we never actually shook on it,” he told you.

Laughing, you retracted your hand and placed it on your hip. “You owe me, Maybank.”

“How ‘bout a drink instead?”

“From the open bar? What a treat.”

JJ laughed. “Take it or leave it, sunshine.”

He began walking towards the pile of bottles, cans and mixers. You followed.

“What you been drinking?” he asked, dropping to a squat to dig about.

“Vodka orange.”

“Alright then,” JJ mumbled. He looked around for the vodka and found some left-over orange juice. Going to grab a cup, he began to pour in the liquor. “Where abouts you from?”

“Weaver Street?” you say. Then, a hand landing on his, you laugh out, “easy! Jesus, hope you don’t work as a bar tender.”

“Lightweight,” he kids. He stops adding vodka per your request and tops the cup off with orange. “Good?”

“Great,” you smile, taking it from him.

“So, Weaver street?”

“Mhm.”

“Ain’t that near Kildare High?” he checks, running through his mental map.

“Yeah. I go there, actually,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. JJ takes a beer and then stands.

“Same here,” he tells you, cracking open the can. “How old did you say you are?”

“Seventeen.”

“Same here,” he repeats, half-laughing. You do the same. “How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“It’s a big school. Maybe we've had a class together and just didn’t notice,” you shrug.

JJ looks you in the eye and smirks. “Nah. I’d remember seeing you.”

Rolling your eyes, smiling, you looking away then back. He's sure he isn't imagining the fluster in your smile. “Oh. Smooth.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, a little sarcastic. It makes him laugh. You’ve got a good personality. Pretty hair and pretty eyes. A nice body, too. He shamelessly takes a moment to take it in, looking you up and down.

“Your boyfriend gonna start looking for you soon?”

“Should I start making count of how many corny lines you throw at me?” you smirk.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” JJ shrugs, taking a swig of his drink.

“No boyfriend,” you eventually tell him. “Girlfriend?”

“That a question or an invitation?”

You laugh and shake your head. He smiles. You’ve got a nice laugh too. Jesus, it’s like you've come out of one of his fantasies. He's waiting for the catch: the reveal of some awful ex you're trying to make jealous, who dumped you yesterday, or the casual drop-in that you don't swing for boys. Until either of those scenarios, or something other, crops up, JJ decides to take a shot. You only live once, right?

“Wanna go for a walk?”

“With a total stranger?”

“Hardly,” he says. “I’m JJ. Maybank.”

“How do I know that’s your real name?” you wonder, feigning suspicion.

JJ laughs and rolls his eyes. “What, you need an ID or something? You know you’re kind of hard work, right?”

You don’t seem offended by this. If anything, you smile more. Shrugging, you innocently say, “I like to make guys work for it.”

Hot.

JJ takes another drink to help wash down your words. He asks your name and you tell him, and then you both drink again. His question from before still hangs in the air.

“Where’d this walk be to, anyway?” you ask casually.

He watches as you take a step closer, toes of your shoes almost touching his. He looks down at you and smirks. Good sign...

“Somewhere more private. How’s that sound?”

JJ wonders if he’s hallucinating for a moment because all of this is too perfectly lined up to be real. The way you sink your teeth into your lower lip, gnawing a second as you deliberate his offer before letting it go.

“Yeah. I’d say that sounds alright,” you smile sweetly.

JJ grins. Score.

The walk to the chateau isn’t awkward. JJ can feel the brush of your hand against his from time to time, but holding hands seems to intimate. Sort of ironic, considering where the night was inevitably going to lead. You make conversation easy. Unimportant things, like music and TV. He learns a few tit-bits of information about you. Your favourite show, where you've been working for some of the summer, favourite singer, dream gig...Trivial things but interesting, nonetheless. When you get to the chateau, he lets you in first.

“Welcome,” he says, moving to flick on the lamp.

You walk in and look around, then nod, smiling.

“Cosy,” you say politely. He watches as you go to look at some of the pictures on the wall.

JJ walks to the fridge and pulls it open, glancing in. Some leftovers from the other night and a couple of bottles at the back. He wonders about grabbing yourself and him one. “You want a beer or something?”

When JJ doesn’t get a reply, he stands upright, closes the fridge, and turns to check you’re alright. JJ’s surprised he doesn’t jump out of his skin when he finds you standing right in front of him. The surprise tumbles into pleasant shock when you press your lips to his. Then all of it vanishes altogether, as he comes to his sense. JJ kisses you back gladly, sliding a hand to your waist to pull you closer. One of your feet slides between his. He leans back against the fridge, grunting at the feel of the handle digging into his back.

“What’d you say we take this into the bedroom?” he asks against your lips.

“I'd say ‘that’s cheesy line number three’, but alright,” you reply, making him laugh.

Making out for a few minutes longer, the two of you eventually pull away long enough for JJ to guide you to the spare room. He flicks on the lamp beside the bed. The place is a mess, he knows, but that doesn’t matter right now. He tosses a couple things off the bed and onto the chaos accumulating on the floor, and then he’s pulling you to straddle him as he takes perch on the edge. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers sliding into his hair, and JJ rubs his hands up and down your thighs. Your skin smells like lavender and lemongrass, and some lingering smoke from the fire that had weaved into your hair and the cotton of your top.

JJ watches as you pull back with a breath, taking off your top and unclipping your bra.

“I like that top,” he mumbles as you do so.

“Thanks. I paid for it by betting against unassuming idiots in handstanding contests,” you hurriedly joke. Your lips are on JJ's again in a moment, cutting off his breathless laugh.

His hands inch up your skin until they’re at your chest, cupping and groping, his thumbs teasing at your nipples. You moan against him and JJ feels as you claw at his t-shirt. Pulling away, he tugs it off with your help, tossing it to the side. As if newly energised, your hands push at his shoulders, forcing him to lie down. He chuckles against your lips as you do, brows shooting up in surprise. Not shy, then, and maybe not a bottom.

When JJ's fingers find the button of your shorts, he pauses long enough to ask, “is this okay?”

“I’ll tell you if anything isn’t,” you reply in a breath. With that quick and simple mark of consent, JJ doesn't plan to waste any time.

It’s a strange and slightly awkward dance as your shorts and panties are taken off. By the end of it, you’re on your back and JJ’s on top. The make-out continues as his fingers trial down your skin, starting at your neck and ending below your waist. You’re wet; JJ groans at the feel of his fingers easily slipping between your folds, and you let out a quivering breath.

“Guess my pick-up lines were working, huh?”

“Don’t ruin it,” you mumble. JJ worries he has a moment until he looks up from his hand to catch your lazy smile.

JJ chuckles against your neck before becoming distracted by leaving a hickey. At the same time, he starts working you open. Every moan and whine you give makes him harder, and by the time you come, he’s desperate for some relief, shamelessly rubbing against your thigh. Easing his fingers out, he carelessly wipes the slick on your leg. You coax his lips back to yours and somehow find a way to be on top again. If JJ wasn’t so horny, he’d laugh.

The feeling of your hands on his zipper, beginning to pull down his shorts and boxers, has his mind going blank of anything but being inside of you. Once they’re on the floor with the rest, both of you free of any modesty, you straddle him again. There’s a momentary accidental brush that has you both moaning.

“Wait. You got a condom?” you pant, opening your eyes. JJ opens his too and almost comes at the sight of you on top of him. Get it together, Maybank.

“Yeah, yeah. Beside table. Top drawer.”

As JJ speaks, he attempts to grab at the handle, but you lean over and dig about for one instead – mumbling ‘I’ve got it’. It gives him a moment to kiss at one of your breasts, mouthing at your nipple. The nails of your spare hand dig into his shoulders. When you pull back, you’ve got a condom in hand. Placing it on him, wriggling down onto his thighs a moment, JJ tries not to come at the brief hand-job.

Then, you’re sinking down on him and he forces his eyes open long enough to watch as your head tilts back, neck on proud display, mouth open in silent pleasure. The rest is like a haze. The feel of you on top of him, his head pressed back into the pillows, zips of pleasure and adrenaline and dopamine in his fingers as they come to rest on your hips and waist, feeling like shoots of electricity. He keeps fighting and failing to keep his eyes open and watch as you get yourself off on him. When he feels your pace falter, he helps you ride him. Your hands are on his chest, fingers forming tiny scratch marks. The sounds of it all are obscene: skin slapping skin; moans; whines; groaning and panting. If there’s a hell, JJ’s sure there’s a seat reserved with his name on it. Thank God.

“You close?” JJ manages to ask, knowing that he definitely is. He watches as you nod, barely able to form words. You're looking down now, hair falling to hang over your face. He can make out your teeth biting down into your lower lip before you can't help but moan; how your eyes are squeezed shut in insurmountable pleasure.

Somehow, JJ finds enough energy to flip the two of you. It catches you a little by surprise; makes you gasp. As he drives into you, hands either side of your head, holding him up, you moan at the new angle.

JJ can’t help but come at the sight of one of your hands moving down to toy with your clit. It doesn’t seem to matter though, because he feels you clench around him a moment later: again and again. You let out an almost silent, shaky moan. Almost.

JJ drops his forehead to your shoulder, panting, and the two of you ride it out. When he finally slows to a stop, JJ takes a moment to rest inside of you, gently sinking to lie on your chest. It's rising up and down with uneven breaths. He presses a lazy kiss to your damp chest.

“You good?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Pulling out – the two of you sighing, still sensitive – JJ reluctantly moves away to deal with the aftermath. When he turns back to you, you’re rubbing at your eyes and moving to sit up.

“Where’s your bathroom?” you wonder, a little tired.

Pointing vaguely at the door, JJ replies, “first door on your left.”

You nod and get up with a groan. JJ can’t help but grin, a little smug, as you take a moment to collect yourself. Then, you’re heading to the bathroom. You don’t get dressed but he figures that you must’ve clocked that you have the place to yourselves, considering there were no attempts to be quiet.

As you’re doing your business, JJ rakes his fingers through his hair and lets out a sigh. God, he’s sweaty. He’ll get a shower after you leave.

Looking about for some boxers, he grabs a pair off the floor and tugs them on. He settles to sit on the bed and closes his eyes, gathering himself. That was good. Really good. He’s starting to feel the itch to have a smoke, to help the come down. He hears the bathroom’s pull-cord light click off and the door open, followed by his. He watches as you don’t acknowledge him and begin to look for your clothes. It’s routine-like, as if on autopilot. He keeps watching as you get dressed, but you don’t seem to complain.

By the time you get to your shoes, wrestling with the laces that seem to have gotten themselves in a knot, JJ can’t hold the question in any longer. You’re so casual about the whole thing, it just makes him curious.

“You do this a lot?”

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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blurb idea: everyone joking and asking Bradley how he's surviving bc he only has daughters but then you see Bradley at home painting nails, having a tea party, pretending to be at a fashion show, engaging in 5 different conversations. All that in one afternoon. And he's just so happy the entire time and can't wait to do it again 🥲

can be read as part of the Landslide universe :)

Rooster is a girl dad. it isn't even just his energy--it's a legitimate fact. first there was Olive, then there was Joni. the two of you thought for sure that the third was going to be a boy, not that it mattered either way--so imagine your surprise when you had Finch; your third daughter. and when the two of you agreed one more baby, not even in hopes of a son but just to complete your family, you were blessed with two more girls: Opal and June.

it was all the buzz around base, when Rooster came back from paternity leave a few months ago, everyone mockingly taking a knee when he entered the room like he was some sort of battle hero.

it's something Rooster is chided about relentlessly, even now. everyone falls you and your daughters the hens, calling all your get-togethers hen parties, asking how he survives the estrogen of it all. it gets especially brutal when his commander or a student points out the leftover glitter in his hair or the tutu someone snuck in his work duffel. there was also that one time he forget to take off his nail polish before work--boy, did the man have a heyday with that one.

Rooster takes it all in stride, though, happily wearing homemade ties to work and presenting scrawled drawings. he has hardly any elbow room on his desk because of all the frames that clog it.

it's a regular Wednesday in the middle of September as Rooster walks up the path to your front door, but it feels like the first day of summer to him. the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. and inside the house, he can hear the chaos that has been brewing all day: Olive trying to stop Joni from abusing the piano and failing, Finch following you around the house and asking you about caterpillars again, Opal babbling, June crying, your steady voice, the radio playing Born in the U.S.A again (no doubt at Olive's request), the dogs whining for dinner.

it's really music to his ears.

"daddy's home!" he hears you call as he stuffs his key in the lock.

and when he swings the door open, he's knee-deep in all of it. Olive, the oldest and the most coordinated, is dodging everyone to spring over to Rooster. she takes her spot on his left leg, hugging him to her body, immediately trying to tattle on Joni for abusing Grandpa Goose's piano. Finch makes it to him second, less-coordinated and not wearing anything except a diaper and one of his neckties, a toothy grin cutting her face as she reached up for her dad. and once he's holding her, patting Olive's head in greeting as he kisses Finch's ruddy cheeks, Joni has planted herself firmly on his other leg.

you're steadily making your way to him, too, the weight of the world slipping off your shoulders as he kisses all his girls hello.

"daddy said you're not supposed to smash the keys!" Olive insists, incredulous.

Joni screws up her face, sticking her tongue out at Olive.

"I wasn't!" she insists. "daddy, Olive's lying!"

"gotta be careful with the piano," he says, patting Olive's tawny hair, then Joni's. he can hardly hear their bickering above the blasting radio. "how many times has this song played today?" he asks with a grin.

Finch takes it upon herself to answer, having recently learned numbers. she stuffs her sticky hand in Rooster's face, holding up five fingers proudly.

"five?" he asks, eyebrows raised. he kisses her little palms and she giggles at the way his mustache tickles her skin. "you girls torturing your mama when I'm not here?"

"and Opal didn't nap today," you add with a deep heave, bouncing the twins on your hips as they each mouth your sleeves, blinking up at you with their daddy's big, brown eyes. "and June had a blowout, and Finch is a nudist. Joni tried to drink out of the dog's bowl again. and the dog got into your office and found your stash of Reese's, which you were hiding from me."

"sorry, baby," Rooster insists.

"after everything I've given you?" you tease, nodding to his armful of girls and yours. "I'm offended!"

"I think I helped a little," Rooster teases.

standing before him now, you smile despite yourself. Rooster's still grinning, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips before taking the twins from you, holding them both with one arm. he hopes he can always hold all of his girls at once, even though he knows it's not something that will stick around forever.

"just a little," you tell him, stretching your taut body out now that your child-free.

"what about me?" Olive pouts, tugging your pant leg. "what did I do?" she asks.

always wanting to be involved.

"you, little miss, made me play Bruce Springsteen all day!" you tell her, bending at the hips to stroke her cheek.

she grins at that, nodding proudly.

"yeah, I did," she confirms, blinking up at Rooster. "I love Bruce Springsteen!"

"you're a weird little kid," Rooster tells her with a teasing grin. "who raised you?"

she grins up at him, one of her front teeth missing.

"you!" she confirms.

"got me there," Rooster sighs. "I love Bruce Springsteen, too!"

Opal and June are already pressing their gummy little mouths to Rooster's chest, taking fistfuls of his mustache and t-shirt. your arms feel decidedly empty for the first time today, which you always look forward to, but never thoroughly enjoy.

"time's the tea party?" Rooster asks, leaving lingering kisses to the top of the twin's heads as Finch picks through his hair a la baby monkey searching for bugs.

"now!" Joni insists, untying his shoe.

Olive's batting Joni's hands, trying to get her to quit it, and Joni is growling at Olive.

"no being feral," you warn the both of them, pointing an accusing finger at Joni. "let daddy at least get through the door before you growl, huh?"

"but mommy," Joni whines, throwing her head back dramatically. "I'm a puppy dog!"

"you're just Joni," Olive insists, lips pursed. "this is real life."

"hey," Rooster warns, glancing down at Olive. "who made you the pretend police?"

Olive doesn't have an answer, just looking up at her dad with slanted brows and parted lips. ever the most exasperated, serious older sister in the world.

"she's been really into realism today," you tell Rooster, crossing your arms over your chest. "Jake shouldn't have let her watch Life of Pi."

Rooster starts to walk forward with a great effort, grunting as he glides across the foyer with an extra hundred pounds of giggling weight.

as he trudges through the foyer with great effort, his shirt now wet with baby slobber and his curls mussed from grubby fingers and his shoelaces unties, you watch him affectionately. anyone in the world can look at him like this, with that grin splitting his lips and that laugh sitting in his throat, and know that this is what he's meant for.

"c'mon, mama," he calls to you, glancing over his shoulder. "can't be late for the tea party!"

"with real tea," Olive clarifies, shooting you a thumbs up. "but fake cucumber sandwiches!" then she shoots you a thumbs down for affect.

"m'coming," you sigh dreamily, locking the door. "chamomile or jasmine?"

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 11 months

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Adore You (Part 4)

A/N: I don't even know if people still look at this blog, but someone messaged on AO3 asking me to finish this series, so I decided why not!

Ashton IrwinXFemale Reader

Part 3

Warnings: talks of alcohol use, embarrassing moments, food, fluff

A groan of pain left your lips at the bright light coming through the curtains. Your head was pounding and your mouth felt dry as the Sahara Desert. You peeled your eyes open only to squint once again at the bright light. You turned away from the window and found yourself facing a nightstand with a picture of Ashton and some people you didn’t recognize. “Oh fuck,” you moaned out, placing the pillow over your head. You had almost forgotten you had called Ashton drunk last night. Worst of all he saw you puking your guts out and you asked to go home with him. “Take a deep breath,” you whispered to yourself, breathing in deeply through your nose and slowly out your mouth.

You timidly pulled the pillow off your face and sat up straight in the bed. You were still wearing the same clothes from last night. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but must’ve done so in the car. Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the bits and pieces of Ashton that you could gather. Your attention landed on the picture again, taking in the people surrounding him. They all had a similar shade of hair as him, bright smiles painted on their faces. You concluded it was his family after a few minutes and a smile embraced your own face at their happiness. After placing the picture back into its spot, you slipped out the bed. You sucked in another deep breath and decided to finally leave the room and face the embarrassment.

Ashton wasn’t anywhere inside the one bedroom apartment. A computer desk in one corner being disheveled and a waste paper basket overflowing with crumpled up paper. There was a pillow and blanket on the couch, letting you know Ashton had slept on there last night. Your fingers traced along the back of the couch as you made your way towards the desk, eyes locked on the pictures clipped around the space. Ashton didn’t just take pictures for the school journal. The ones in front of you now showcasing various places and people. The way he took pictures captured the true essence of the subject. It was an art and he was damn talented. You continued to look through his stuff, trying to find out more about Ashton. It was the sound of the door opening that made you turn towards the entrance and see Ashton coming in. “You’re up!” he grinned, closing the door with his foot.

“Uh yeah,” you muttered, hands going behind your back in embarrassment at being caught practically snooping. “I was just looking at the pictures,” you finally admitted, watching as he sat a bag down on the kitchen counter.

“Those are from my trip back home,” he said, walking over to you to grab one of the polaroids. He smiled at the picture and then handed it over to you. “That one is my sister for her birthday. She wanted me to take some professional looking shots,” he told you. Your fingers grazed over the picture and you laughed at the clearly non-professional pose of cake being smashed into her face.

“She’s pretty,” you commented, handing back the picture. He nodded at your words, setting it back in its spot. “Do you travel a lot?” you questioned, eyeing a section that showed landscapes.

“Only when I can. Harder to do now that I’m in school,” he commented, heading back towards the counter. There were a couple of the same location, but with a timestamp to show the progression of the light change. It was then you realized you had no idea the time of day. Did you sleep through the morning? Was it late afternoon? You had absolutely no clue.

“I thought you might be hungry when you got up, so I went out to get lunch,” Ashton said, answering the questions running through your head.

“Thanks,” you muttered, suddenly shy in front of him now. You hadn’t contacted Ashton in two days and when you finally did, it was because of a drunk call. He didn’t seem to mind, digging into the bag to take out containers of food. Yet for some reason you felt guilty. “For everything,” you added on, finally walking towards him.

“You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to make sure you were safe,” Ashton reassured. You shook your head at his words and his eyebrows furrowed at the action.

“No, I just-” you began, swallowing hard. “I was going to call you today and say yes to your date proposal-I’ll admit I blanked when you had asked me the question because no guy has ever been that up front with me.” You began to pick at your nails an action of you being nervous which Ashton had picked up on.

“I’m sorry I drunk dialed you and that you had to see me like that.” He had been sitting at the counter, elbow resting against the counter and chin in the palm of his hand. A chuckle left his lips at your words. “Don’t laugh at me!” you exclaimed, only making him laugh even more.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” he began, “It’s just-you’re cute when you’re flustered.” Your mouth clamped shut and your eyes widened in shock. Ashton tossed the bag into the trash bin and slid over one of the boxes to you. “Eat,” he said, digging into his own food. You stared at him dumbfounded for a second, then climbed into the barstool next to him. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity as you began to eat at the food he had gotten you. After some time you chanced a glance in his direction. He had already been watching you with a phantom of a smile on his face. Ashton had been trying to figure out what to say to you since your apology. He didn’t mind that you drunk dialed him. Didn’t mind that he was the one to come and get you. Ashton was in fact quite pleased that you even asked to stay with him last night. It showed how much you trusted him and it made him feel relieved.

“Usually a few dates have to go by before I reach this stage with someone,” he finally spoke. His heart warmed at the smile that came to your face. “But, I seem to have a soft spot for you.” You giggled at his words and relaxed in your spot.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that then,” you replied, earning a nod in return. The rest of the afternoon was spent with you and Ashton making plans for a proper date. One that wasn’t on campus or as a result of a drunk frat party night. After the food had been finished, Ashton offered to drive you back home. The next time you would see him would be for the date and you had to admit you were excited for it.

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 2 years

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Movie night with lu❤

Ok I just think that would be one of the lovely things you’d get to experience when you’re dating Luke.

Like imagine just being cuddled up together on the couch, a soft blanket draped over the two of you, cocooning you together and don’t forget petunia sleeping soundly right next to Luke. His arms would be wrapped around you, caging you in his warm embrace while whatever the movie you chose played in the background. It would also be the night where you leave all of your work responsibilities and stuff away and share a moment of peace with each other. So it could probably always happen on Friday nights and you would share a kiss here and there from time to time which might as well turn into a full blown make out session. That is until petunia huffs and you both pull away in an instant. Luke would probably apologize to petunia which will make you gigGLE!!! Out loud! But he doesn’t mind bc be loves to see his girl laugh and probably giggle with you. Omfg😩❤️. And then the goofy moments of your relationship would appear with the throwing popcorn at each other and making fun of the characters in the movie. I see it more of Luke making fun of the character you have a crush on or say they’re cute bc let’s be real he’s gonna get a little jealous but you think it’s the cutest thing ever. And then prank calling the guys (probably Michael) but forgetting that they already have your numbers which results in Luke saying he doesn’t wanna go to the next writing session.

And after all those activities both of you are tired out and you’d most likely already have fallen asleep on Luke’s chest. And when he sees that he just melT! He would have that stupid grin on his face which showcases his dimples and he decide to spend the night there bc he doesn’t wanna wake his baby up when you look like a cute lil kitten clutching onto him. Even though he knows he’s gonna wake up with a sore arm but he doesn’t care at all bc he’s there with his little family and he wouldn’t trade it for the world!🥺

Low key feel like he’d probably snap a picture of the three of you to look at when he’s on tour and ok IMMA STOP NOW OH MY GOD😭😩❤️

Why did you do this to me anon??? Why did I do this?

Also hope this is what you wanted🥹❤️

+masterlist

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Could you write something for Eddie x reader along the lines of “please I’ll be quiet” and then it’s like so good reader is like “i can’t be quiet”

Like a desperate, hot and sweet/smutty masterpiece like you do <3

I was getting Dom Eddie vibes so I gave that a go

Small blurb

Never proofread

"I can be quiet, I promise" Y/N whined, trying to desperately grind herself against Eddie's thigh. The couple sat in the living room of Steve's house. The rest of the gang outside, a late night swim. But once Eddie took off his shirt to jump in the water, she needed him more than ever.

"no you can't" Eddie laughed, she was never ever quiet. Learned that the hard way when she screamed as he pounded into her with Wayne in the next room. Quickly covering her mouth with fear in his eyes. The conversation with Wayne the next morning is still in his head.

Eddie tried to freeze her hips, knowing if she kept going he'd get turned on and be harder to say no.

"yes I can! I'll be so good. Just touch me a little" she whined into his ear. She was being as quiet as she could. Hearing Steve and Dustin arguing in the backyard. She faked being sick, asking Eddie to stay with her and watch a movie with her. Eddie being a sweet boyfriend of course said yes, no idea of her little plan to get them alone.

"no baby. You are never quiet and I don't need Harrington killing me for fucking my girlfriend on his couch" Eddie mocked, a teasing smirk on his face.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing his hand and placing it on her right boob, using his hand to squeeze it. Letting out a small whine as she finally felt his touch

"so not fair" Eddie groaned. He can say no if he wasn't touching her but now she made it way too hard

"I know you want to. Look at that hard cock in your shorts baby. Come on, just fuck me" she moaned, throwing herself on his lap, forcing herself down on his covered cock

Eddie moaned and threw his head back, allowing her lips to easily suck on the skin

"fine. Fuck. But just humping, I'm not going in you" he demanded. She accepted the small compromise and yanked off her top. Leaving her in her bra and small summer shorts

"Jesus" Eddie groaned. Lips attaching to the skin on her breasts in seconds

She tried to hold it back when he began to rock her hips into his

But it slipped out

"EDDIE"

"stop!" He snapped, freezing her hips on him

She panted and tried to rock herself against

"what did I fucking say?" He growled, hand squeezing her neck as she whimpered out

"be quiet" she whimpered out in his grip

"listen then" a hard smack to her ass that had her biting her lip. She nodded weakly, sighing when he started to move her hips again

He wasn't making it easy either. Lips sucking on her skin as his large hand and rough grip moved against his lap. Making sure to make her hips roll fast and hard. Forcing her to feel his hard cock. His quiet groans and moans had her dripping

"Eddie fuck fuck" she moaned, begining to bounce a little on his lap but Eddie forced her down.

"you wanted this, doing it my way. Sit here and be a good slut" another smack to her ass had her gripping the couch behind his head

Eyes looking to the backyard, Steve, Dustin and Robin all busy playing in the water. Thank god the living room was dark, otherwise they would totally see into the room.

"I'm sorry. It's too good" she cried, her moans going louder and louder

"Y/N!" He said sternly, his lips removed from her skin. Now leaning against the couch and glaring at her

But the glare just turned her on

"I can't be quiet" she whimpered

She was embarrassed by how fast she needed to cum. She begged and begged and now is only going to last like five minutes

"you better or we are stopping" he demanded, a harsh grip to her boobs as she shivered against him

"I CAN'T. JESUS FUCK" she screamed, throwing her head back. Her shorts were rubbing her clit in the perfect way. Eddie had her rocking at the perfect angle and it was rough.

Eddie panicked and shoved his hand over her mouth

She screamed louder as she came. Screams barely muffled by his hand

"God damnit!" Eddie groaned, trying to desperately shove his hand harder against her mouth but her screams were breaking through

Eddie released her mouth fast, a loud scream cutting through the air before he could shove his fingers into her mouth fast enough

Three fingers in her mouth as she shivered against his lap. Feeling her underwear soaked as she came. Her fucked out eyes closing as she panted.

Eddie panicked more and looked over his shoulder, the pool was fucking empty

"baby you brat" Eddie growled, throwing her off his lap, quickly grabbing her shirt and throwing it on her

Eddie shared a scared look as he looked at the pool again, no sign of anyone

"are you done? I kinda left my goggles in here" Dustin's voice peaked out from behind the wall

Eddie blushed in embarrassment, covering his face as he pounded his foot into the floor

Glaring hard at his girl next to him

"oops?" She shrugged, a smile on her lips. No hint of embarrassment at all.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Home Run

A short and sweet blurb about Brooklyn at the kickball game!

While you and baby Aaliyah stayed home and out of the summer heat, Jack was excited to spend the day with Brooklyn at the Homies Celebrity Kickball game. She had no idea what kickball was, so they spent most of the morning talking about it over breakfast. When she heard that Urban and her other uncles were going to be there she was excited, and the sport didn't even matter.

As soon as they arrived, fans were calling for Jack, asking for pictures and autographs. Brooklyn wasn't phased as she was used to the crowds at Jack's concerts and events she was allowed to attend.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?" Jack looked down at Brooklyn as he finished an autograph for a fan, his daughter pulling on his jersey.

"I can't play. I don't have a jerby." She looked down at her own outfit, realizing she wasn't dressed like her dad or Uncle Urban.

"I've got one for your right here, chickadee." Urban walked over with the smallest size he could find of their white jersey, putting it on Brooklyn, laughing when the hem still dusted against the ground, completely covering her little body. He made a couple knots on each side so she could at least run. "Now you're ready to go."

"Thank you Uncle Urby. Now I'm ready to play!"

"Do you remember what we practiced?" Urban bent down to Brooklyn's level, looking at her over his sunglasses. "What do you do once you kick the ball?"

"Run like hell!" Brooklyn jumped up and down, earning a high five from Urban. "That's my girl." He picked her up, walking her over to the home plate. Everyone on the field had an understanding that Brooklyn was guaranteed a home run, but she didn't have to know that.

Jack walked up behind her, preparing to kick the ball for her, trying to protect her from getting hit. "Do you want me to help you kick, Brookie?"

She looked up at Jack, rolling her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest like his question was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard. "No, I don't want help."

Jack backed off, his hands in the air in surrender. "Alright, big girl." He motioned to the pitcher to pitch the ball low and slow so she at least had a chance to kick it.

Brooklyn gave it her best effort to kick the ball as it came to her, her kick hard enough to get it past the plate.

"Run, B, Run!" Urban called out to her, and Brooklyn took off running toward first base, her little legs moving as fast as they could.

Jack kicked the ball further down the field before the opposing team could get to it, jogging behind her. He could see her start to slow down, so he picked her up under the arms, carrying her toward second base. He handed her off to Urban, who took off with Brooklyn, rounding third base, before he put her down again.

"C'mon, let's go!" He encouraged her as she ran the rest of the way into home. She was met with high fives from both teams and cheers from the crowd, a big smile on her face as she jumped up and down.

"I did it, daddy!"

"You did so good, B!" Jack swept her into his arms.

"I ran like hell like Uncle Urby told me too!", she giggled, so proud of her accomplishment.

"You sure did baby!" Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "When mama finds out he told you that, Uncle Urby is gonna be in big trouble."

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Rhiannon - E.M.

Girl Dad!Eddie x Step Mom!Reader Blurb

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Eddie being a girl dad and he names his daughter Rhiannon. She's five years old and is his entire world, she's got him wrapped around her little finger.

A/N - I will probably most definitely be posting more detailed parts of this cause this concept has a chokehold on me now. Also I picture Eddie in this to look like this. Obviously you don’t have to but that was the vibe when I was writing it, I can’t stop picturing him like that courtesy of @lesservillain so thanks 🫠

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She's an absolute rugrat and plays in the dirt, looking for worms and making homes for them with sticks and leaves. Loves to get smothered in mud right after it rains, her clothes just barely peeking out from underneath the mess while she rolls around in it, making snow angels except with mud. Refuses to get a bath afterwards and makes Eddie chase her around the yard before he ultimately catches her, scooping her up and getting the mud all over himself now. She protests in his arms, claims she won't be done playing for hours even though the sun is starting to set and she had been outside from the moment she finished breakfast after Eddie sternly told her she had to eat first and then could play after. Eddie blows a raspberry into her dirt smudged cheek, unbothered.

"The worms will be there tomorrow, I promise." She continues squirming in his arms and he just puts on a huge pout, his dramatics coming out.

"What about daddy and Rhin movie time? You gonna stand me up for the worms?" His fingers go to tickle her sides, eliciting a scream of laughter.

"You are so mean to me, you know that? I should just use the hose to wash you off!" He jokes, tossing her in the air, she continues to howl with laughter.

"No!!" She screeches, eyes crinkled. Eddie catches her once again and holds her to his side, much like a football as he starts racing through the yard, the overgrown grass tickling his ankles.

"Rhin is a meanie! Rhin is a meanie!" He mocks, bouncing her on his hip.

"Am not!! You're the meanie!" She yells. A gasp leaves her dad's lungs as he brings a hand to his chest. He flips her upside down, giggles erupting from her as she dangles from his arms.

"Take it back." He says, swaying her back and forth, her mess of brown curls inherited from him hanging around her face. They were for sure knotted from being outside all day, no doubt having traces of dirt scattered within them.

Her screams are cheerful and echo throughout the yard, neighbors glancing over as they join together with their families for their own summer activities, though they have scowls embedded into their features. The Munsons were never popular among the people of Hawkins but Eddie didn't care, too busy giving his little girl the best life possible. And if she was too occupied with giggling and playfully arguing with her dad to notice the looks of hatred on their neighbor's faces, who was he to give a shit about them?

After several seconds of dangling her upside down, she shouts "Daddy, I took it back, I take back!" Immediately, he flips her right side up, his cheeks hurting from smiling, dirt smearing his once clean clothes and his arms.

Before he can launch into another round of banter with his daughter, a voice interrupts. "Daddy bullying you again?!" You're stood with your hands on your hips, shouting to them from the porch, the sticky summer evening lingering on your skin.

They answer simultaneously, her a "yes" and your husband a "no". They look at you wide eyed, matching molasses colored irises staring at you. The sight is captivating, your little family standing among the long grass, cotton candy skies painted behind them, the two of them covered in dirt.

Eddie pipes up, raising a brow at his daughter. "Well this one, didn't wanna get a bath. So the hose it is." He teases, throwing her over his shoulder as he marches to the coiled up hose on the ground. She's cackling with laughter again, a sound you could never get tired of.

"I think I can make you an offer, Rhin." You chime in. "I have a tray of fresh baked cookies with your name on it. They're all gooey how you like. Not hockey pucks like last time." You bargain. "All you gotta do is get your butt in the bathtub."

She huffs but you know you've got her as she hangs over her dad's shoulder. "Fine!" She whines. "Can I have six?" The random demand has you softly chuckling, Eddie repeating "six!" in disbelief. "We'll see how you feel after one." You tell her with a playful glare. She sighs while throwing her head back, curls wiggling with her movements. "I'll take that as a yes, I'm gonna get the water started." You say walking back into your small home.

"Mama runs a real tight ship around here, doesn't she?" Eddie mumbles to Rhin. She chirps out a "yep!". You can still hear their little conversation through the open windows of the kitchen as you make your way to the bathroom.

"But we love 'er. Right, stink?" The smack of a kiss, most likely against her cheek is heard before you retreat into the bathroom to start a bath. You can't fight the grin on your face.

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A ruthless bubble bath later, Eddie's clothes splashed with water and the floor covered in puddles from their rubber ducky fight, you're pulling another tray of cookies out of the oven, the chocolatey aroma engulfing the house. As you baked, screams of joy came from the bathroom followed by the sound of sloshing water which you cursed at under your breath since you warned Eddie to keep it to a minimum. Anymore water damage to the already peeling floor and you would have an expensive renovation on your hands. You couldn't stay too mad though, it was only the result of him bonding with his daughter.

The last cookie was placed using a spatula on the plate you had set out. You used this opportunity to peek into the bathroom, finding Eddie sitting against the wall next to the bathtub, jeans soaked where his ass sat in a prominent puddle, a rubber duck held in his ring clad hand.

"I lost the great war." He mutters in disappointment as he looks up at you. Rhin is focusing on smearing bubbles on his tattooed arm that rests along the edge of the tub.

You frown at him as you lean against the doorway. "Always hate to see it, baby." You say apologetically. "But you knew what you were getting yourself into." A finger points at him with a raised brow.

"Yeah, and you keep letting me go off to war." His pout makes you want to melt like the chocolate chips in the fresh baked cookies you just baked. The most adorable sight you could ever imagine.

"Well, when will my husband return from war, then?" You banter.

"Real soon, I hope. You gotta talk to this one." His thumb gestures to Rhin. Her bath toys are scatted throughout the tub and bubbles are stuck to her chin. Her attention shifts from rubbing the bubbles on his arm and her little hands make their way to her dad's cheeks.

"Daddy, pay attention!" Her hands deliver small smacks and in return, Eddie blows a raspberry into her tiny arm.

"We don't hit, remember?" He scolds her gently, his hands gripping her little wrists delicately. She pouts at him but nods. "If we want something, we ask nicely. No hitting." She turns to putty at her dad's serious tone. "Okayyy." She softly draws out, then returning to what she was going to show him.

You beam at them, your little family. Eddie was always terrified to bring anyone around his little girl, the fear that they'd try to get close only to reject his lifestyle and cause confusion for Rhin when they would decide to leave. They'd get a glimpse of the not so glorious life of a parent and run the other way, leaving him heartbroken. But not you.

When he met you over a year ago, you were working at the local supermarket, stocking shelves when a rowdy little girl happened to crash into your legs while what appeared to be her dad chased her frantically. Telling her "Rhiannon, you better get over here. I'm not joking." He was hot, you weren't going to lie, his brunette curls were wild and he had tattoos littering his skin, wearing a band t shirt and some ripped up black jeans adorned with a chain. You wouldn't take him for a dad if you'd seen him without his little twin. You let out an "oof" before addressing the tiny girl at your feet. "Hello!" You greet her cheerfully. She offers a shy smile as she says "Hi." Her dad glances at you apologetically. "Sorry about that." He grabs her hand in his large one. You insist that its no problem, even going as far as to compliment her. "You're gorgeous! I love your shoes." You refer to her pale purple sneakers decorated with flowers. Eddie swears his heart swells in the moment then remembers you must must not be from around here at your kind treatment toward them.

From then on he's making unnecessary trips to the store just to see if you're working, not even having the courage to talk to you. One day Rhin is putting him through it when he genuinely just needs to pick up some milk. She's grabbing everything, hanging off of his leg as he attempts to walk toward the back of the store, knocking things over. She ends up getting too wound up and excited, bumping into a display of greeting cards, sending them flying around the aisle. You happen to be stocking a shelf at the end of the aisle when you see the mysterious guy you'd been crushing on with his adorable daughter, kneeling in front of her with a vein practically popping out of his neck as he tries to keep cool.

"Rhiannon, what did I tell you?" His voice is low and he sounds like he's doing his best to hide his frustration. Her lip wobbles, as her eyes brim with tears. He continues lecturing her as you approach carefully, his gaze moving from her to you. "I-I um—I'm sorry, we'll clean this up." He stutters as he begins collecting the cards from the ground. What he doesn't expect it for you to join him, kneeling on the ground doing the same. "That's okay, we all make mistakes." You assure them both. "No big deal, right?" You nod to her sad little face. He can't get over how kind you are, how much compassion you offer him as a stranger, he's so used to the rude comments and hateful stares. You end up introducing yourself to the little girl, you didn't get the chance the first time when she ran into you.

"And what's your name?" You ask, still gathering cards in your hands, Eddie doing the same as he watches the interaction. "Rhiannon." She says bashfully. "Rhiannon." You say gently, as if you're in awe, exaggerating your excitement for the little human in front of you. "Like the song. That's beautiful, I'm so jealous." This allows her to open up a little more. "Well, I like your name too." She says, sporting a missing tooth at the bottom of her smile. "M' wearing the shoes you like." She puts her foot in front of her, showing it off. "You are! Those are so in style, I've been meaning to get myself a pair."

Eddie is shocked at how well you go back and forth with his daughter, his eyes wide and his mouth hung open in wonder. And then you’re looking to him expectingly and he realizes you’ve asked for his name as well. Suddenly his day isn't going so bad.

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After several run ins with you at the grocery store he gets the courage to ask you out. He knows its risky, he never wants to put his family in a compromising position but he can't help it when every time he goes to the store, you're there to talk his daughter down from sprinting down the aisles. Telling her "Y'know, your dad is pretty old, I don't think he should be running around after you or else his knees are gonna give out." Eddie would drop his jaw at this, a playful glint in his eyes. "Daddy, you're old?" She would question. He would go to protest until Rhin would say "I don’t wanna make you run anymore if you’re like Grampa Wayne." And while he hated it, he couldn't say anything since it got her to stop racing through the store. When he goes to continue his shopping he'd just mutter to you "If I'm old then that means you're old, assuming we're about the same age." He would smirk as if he gave you the best comeback. You'd roll your eyes. "Whatever, Grandpa, better finish your shopping. Don't forget denture glue." Mean. In the most endearing way. He would get you back one day.

Then he makes his move, a stuttering mess that has no game whatsoever. Saying “S-so, bowling?” You can’t help but burst out laughing, the statement in itself is just so odd in the context of the grocery store, halfway through your shift as his daughter skips around, her attention on the sprinkles of the baking aisle. He shakes his head in misery, knowing that his attempt at being the slightest bit flirty went down the drain the second his mouth opened. Of course you tease him for it but agree to go out with him because you’ve had a little crush on him ever since you first saw him.

Fast forward to your first date when he’s finally able to get Wayne to watch Rhin, his work schedule taking priority until he finally has a night off and even gives Eddie a pep talk, letting him know that it’s okay that he’s nervous and to take things slowly, let it flow. “She already knows you got Rhin, the hard parts over.” And he’s right, there’s no pressure. You already know about the biggest part of his life and that makes things feel a little less tense for him. He’s attempted to date before but it never felt right and he always got too overwhelmed to continue anything.

Later that night you both learn that you suck at bowling and barely have any points but it doesn’t matter because you are having the time of your life and Eddie can’t stop smiling. The music is loud and he finds himself doing little dances on his way back to to the seats after he finishes his turn. You giggle at him every time, he has no rhythm but his moves are still cute. Sometimes he chucks the ball into the lane and it bounces and it only makes you laugh harder, the whole time is spent laughing. Especially when you decide to do a shot or two together. There is no containing that stomach clenching, kicking your feet, face hurting laughter. People were probably looking at you like you’re maniacs but as far as you knew, you and Eddie were the only ones in the room.

There are moments where you pass each other while swapping turns, you going up to grab a bowling ball but first you’d both pause and do a little dance together. Everything just clicked like it never had before and there was no way you were going to let him go after that night. And he felt the same way.

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That’s how you came to be tonight, your loving husband, just recently married, with one arm around Rhin and the other around you on the couch for a movie, picked out by Rhin of course. She’s long gone, fast asleep since her day of playing outside wore her out, her little head resting against Eddie’s side as he pulls a blanket over her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He’d turn to you and give you the most dopey smile, so in love with both his girls. “I have never seen a little girl as nuts as her.” He tilts his head toward Rhin. “She’s got me doing full on work outs just to keep up with her before it even reaches 10AM.” You stare at him fondly, his eyes so full of passion for his daughter. “She is like the actual spawn of the Tasmanian devil.” You laugh at this, giving his bicep a squeeze as you’re curled up into him, movie forgotten about in the background. “You love her.” You say confidently, a kiss pressed to his arm. He sighs contently. “God, I do, I love her so much. I was so scared when she was a baby but now I can’t imagine my life going any other way.” He smoothes her hair down gently so he doesn’t stir her awake. “And when you came in, oh god. I was fucked.” Your hand that had rested on his stomach gave it a little smack as a warning for his language around her even though she was in a deep sleep, a grunt escaping Eddie. “Baby, it’s true.” He defends. “Don’t swear in front of her. You know that she’ll pick it up super quickly and we won’t be able to get her to stop.” We. Eddie loved when you used we. He finally had a we. A family. Something he longed for for so long in his younger years, something he feared he never deserved or would ever come close to, it all rested in the palm of his hand. And he would treasure it forever.

~end~

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