she screams in silence

teasing bsf!noah for being a dweeb and saying smth along the lines of “you probably watch hentai” and he’s nothing if not an honest man, boy scouts honour and all that (don’t tell him one church camp when ur 7 doesn’t count as boy scouts) so he doesn’t deny it

says something stupid like “what kind of man do you take me for? of course i watch hentai”

and obviously you wanna keep teasing him cus it’s oh so fun, so you jokingly ask for a rec list but then he offers genuinely and curiosity is a disease you are prone to so now you’re wondering what type of stuff he gets off to (totally platonically)

so he sends some of his favorites, very aware that you’re probably just gonna tease him

but then you stop replying to his messages for a while and he can’t help but start thinking about you getting turned on by the things he likes. maybe you’re even thinking about him? getting off to the thought of him getting off to it??

and it’s sooo wrong because you’re totally just friends but he’s so hard now and he’s wondering what you’d sound like when you moan his name, if you look as pretty when you cum as he thinks you do

he can’t help it!! he wraps his hand around his cock, imagining it’s yours, and it feels so good so he can’t stop now!

he’s thinking about you in his bed, your hand squeezing around him as you watch those videos together. he’s thinking about your pretty lips, and how they’d feel wrapped around him as he cums on your tongue and he almost, ALMOST, feels ashamed as he looks down at the mess he’s made of himself while thinking about you

until his phone vibrates with another message from you

“you get off to this stuff?”

“did you? 🤔”

You meet Folio after a show. It’s a quick arrangement – a rushed number in a dressing room. You’re both young and a little foolish, protection isn’t something you think about, and really you’re not too worried about it either. 

You pay the price when you miss your period. You push it off at first, assuming that it’s just late. But then it’s really late and panic sets in. Eventually, you convince yourself that it’s time to take a test – or multiple. 

When the first one comes back positive, you still have a shred of hope that maybe it’s a false positive.

But as the stack of tests grows on your bathroom counter, the realisation slowly settles in. 

This is happening. 

There’s only real possibility for the who and the when. 

A small, cramped bathroom with a pretty boy drummer, a good three months back. 

You give yourself a week to think about what you want. The options are there, Planned Parenthood is only a drive away, but the more you think about it, the more you realise that maybe this is a good thing. 

Sure, this isn’t how you thought it would be, but you also can’t bring yourself to make the decision to terminate. 

Telling him would be a different thing entirely. You can’t exactly text or call, so Instagram will have to do. Naturally, you don’t kick the door in with the news. And only when you’ve established that he remembers the encounter positively do you break it to him. 

The minutes in which the little speech bubble that indicates that Nick is typing flashes up just to disappear again are agonising. It’s scary. Just because you’re okay with this, doesn’t mean that he is. 

Can I call you? 

The phone call that follows is, as far as you can tell, very open and honest. Nick is very quick to make clear that he believes you and that, while he maybe doesn’t feel ready for that kind of responsibility just yet, he’ll give you whatever support you need. 

You keep him updated on your doctor's appointments, keep him in the loop when things change. The decision to move a little closer to him was an easy one, his family had offered to help where they could, and you can’t really turn an offer like that down. 

Nick is away on tour for a good chunk of your pregnancy. When he’s at home, he helps you turn the spare room of the place you’ve just moved to into a nursery. You’ve settled on neutral colours, simply because you don’t know what you’re expecting yet. After a day of assembling furniture and painting walls — with appropriate breaks — you find yourself posted up on the sofa. He’s ordered pizza for you to share, and it almost feels as if you’re more than just two people trying to navigate this new thing. 

He’s incredibly helpful throughout all of this. When getting out of the house for things like groceries starts to become a burden he’s there in an instant, he’s driving you to appointments, makes sure that you’re well taken care of. Midnight snack craving? If he’s at home, he’s at your door in no time. 

The first time he gets to hold his daughter is actually adorable. He has absolutely no idea what he’s doing, but it’s obvious that that little girl has a very special place in his heart. He doesn’t even try to hide the tears that well up in his eyes. This is a big moment — whether he’s ready for it or not. And he’ll step up and do what he needs to make sure that you, and your daughter, are taken care of. 

He stays at your place during the first few weeks after you come home. You do feel a little bit bad about him sleeping on your couch for that long, but he doesn’t seem to mind it too much. He’s up before you are to make breakfast and get things into order. And while it maybe takes him a moment longer to really feel comfortable taking care of your daughter on his own, he eventually figures it out. Watching him get more and more secure in this role is one of your favourite things. You love watching him have little conversations with her while he prepares the bottle.

It’s a steep learning curve for the both of you, but you manage to do quite alright.

And after basically co-parenting your child for the first two years of her life, you're standing in front of an entirely different question. 

You’ve been doing this big thing together, you feel incredibly safe and loved around him — why aren’t you taking it further then? You’ve fallen into this comfortable rhythm together, and really the only thing that’s missing from your relationship is the intimacy. Sure, you’ve found yourself curled up against his side when it all becomes too much, but it never went further than that. You don’t find the courage to ask that question until the evening after your daughter's second birthday. A day of wrangling family and friends has once again show you how good of a team you actually are. When he joins on the patio after tucking your baby in for the night, you finally dare to ask if he could ever see you as more. And the rest is history because, as it turns out, Nick has been building himself up to ask you the same question.

As your baby grows up and Nick grows more comfortable in his role as a father, the two of them become even closer. He has the greatest time listening to her babble, and tries his hardest to make her giggle. He’ll have her placed on front of him on his bike, mimicking the sound of it, just to make her laugh. While she’s still too young to paint her own nails – but old enough to ask for it – he does it for her. And when she’s old enough to hold the little brush, you’ll sometimes find them doing each other's nails. 

Following in her dads footsteps, your daughter is an absolute outside gremlin. She comes home caked in mud frequently, and she loves accompanying her dad on fishing trips. She has the greatest time being a girl scout, and Nick gets only a tiny bit competitive when it comes to the cookie sales. His baby is going to number on that ranking no matter what. 

He loves taking his kid on little adventures, and really it shouldn’t have come as a shock to you when they come home with a box of puppies one day. Most of them are homed with other people, but the tiniest one stays with your little family.