#KISSING YOUR FACE WRAPPING YOU IN A BLANKET

[sa1ntd1or]

Batboys reacting to reader who randomly has bad baby fever. Or even just reacting to reader holding a baby.

Btw I love your writing it’s so good. 💕

˖ ֹ੭୧ I WANT A BABY⊹ ࣪ ⑅

ˋ°•*⁀➷ batboys react to reader having a bad case of baby fever !

ˋ°•*⁀➷ CHARACTERS: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Aged up!Damian Wayne

NOTES: fluff, fluff, FLUFF!!!!!!! (also perhaps some 18+ jokes... hehe)

BRUCE WAYNE:

Wayne Manor was quiet.

Rain pattered against the windows, Alfred was off for the evening, and for once, no alarms were blaring from the Batcomputer. You and Bruce were curled up on the massive velvet couch in the living room; him in sweatpants (an actual miracle), and you wrapped in the blanket that only came out during thunderstorms.

The movie was playing, but you weren’t the lead actors.

You were watching the toddler on-screen trying to walk in their parent’s shoes. They tripped, giggled, and smacked face-first into a wall. You made a sound so soft Bruce barely heard it.

Then you mumbled it:

“I want one.”

He glanced at you. “One what?”

You blinked at him, deadpan. “A baby, Bruce.”

Bruce… paused.

You could practically hear his heartbeat stop.

“You—what?” he asked slowly, brows lifting like he couldn’t decide if you were serious or if this was another one of your elaborate psychological pranks.

“I want a baby,” you said again, snuggling into his side. “They’re so tiny. And soft. And they make those little squeaky noises when they dream.”

“Honey,” he said, calmly. “We live in a fortress full of crime fighting vigilantes…”

“Exactly,” you beamed. “Great security.”

He stared.

You sighed dreamily. “Just imagine it. You with a  ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug. Me with a baby sling and a messy bun. Tiny socks everywhere. Little booties by the door. And someone yelling ‘Dada!’ when you walk through the door, instead of Damian telling you you’re statistically disappointing.”

Bruce groaned, leaning his head back against the couch.

“I dont know,” he muttered. “We have too many kids already.”

You poked his side. “You’d be a great dad. Again. But like, this one could actually like you.”

He gave you a Look.

And then—you struck.

You leaned in, lips grazing the edge of his jaw, and whispered:

“Statistically speaking… I’m probably fertile right now.”

He choked.

"Jesus—"

You batted your lashes innocently. “Just saying. We’ve got the whole night. No interruptions. A very soft couch...”

He exhaled sharply. "You're playing a dangerous game."

You kissed his neck, featherlight. “Come on, Mr. Wayne. Let’s make a trust fund heir.”

A pause.

Then, low in his chest, a growl: “…We’re gonna need a crib.”

DICK GRAYSON:

It hits you in IKEA.

Like an actual, physical slap.

You were walking with Dick, hand in hand, debating cabinet handles (why do there have to be so many?), when you passed through the nursery section. The whole place smelled like baby powder and pinewood and bad life decisions—and yet—

Boom.

Tiny cribs. Fluffy blankets. The softest animal plushies you’d ever seen.

You stopped cold in your tracks.

Dick turned back with a confused little smile. “Babe?”

You didn’t respond. You were staring at a pastel mobile shaped like clouds and stars. It was so small. So gentle. And you suddenly had a vision of a little bundle snoozing under it, wrapped in a Nightwing onesie, sucking on their fist with Dick’s ridiculous smile and your nose and oh my god you were spiralling.

Dick came up beside you. “You okay?”

“I want one.”

He blinked. “A mobile?”

You turned to him, starry-eyed. “A baby.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You—what?”

You were already walking further into the nursery setup like it was Narnia. “Look at this tiny bouncer! And this blanket! And this—it’s a tiny night light shaped like a penguin, Dick, do you see this?”

He followed, grinning. “Is this a sudden decision or a long time coming?”

You whirled around dramatically. “My uterus just dropkicked me in the face. I have no say in this. It’s biological mutiny.”

Dick laughed, catching you in his arms. “Mutiny, huh?”

“I want to make a person with you!” you wailed. “I want to grow a whole little Grayson and give them footie pajamas and teach them to do flips!”

He pulled back, face practically glowing. “Well… I wouldn’t mind practicing.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

He gave you a devastating smirk. “You know. For baby-making.”

You stared. “Dick.”

He leaned in, whispering like it was a scandal. “Repeatedly. Gotta make sure we get it just right.”

You choked on air. “This is so serious and you’re being so unserious.”

“I’m very serious,” he said, grinning wider. “Serious about you. Serious about that baby. Serious about that exact crib—” he pointed—“and getting it in that dark walnut finish.”

You burst into laughter and clung to his hoodie. “I love you.”

He kissed the side of your head. “I love you too. And when the time’s right? Our baby’s gonna have the best room in this whole damn city.”

You blinked back tears. “They’re gonna have you.”

Dick smiled down at you, heart in his throat. “They're gonna have us.”

JASON TODD:

It started with cramps.

You’d been curled up in Jason’s hoodie on the couch for hours, sniffling into a blanket with a hot water bottle on your stomach and your phone dimly lit in your hand. Jason had gone to the kitchen to make you tea (because despite what the world thinks, he’s the best boyfriend when you're suffering) and came back to find—

You. On the verge of tears. Watching a TikTok. On repeat.

He stood behind the couch slowly.

“…Baby,” he said carefully. “What’s happening.”

You didn’t answer. You just let the tiktok replay for the fifth time.

Jason moved closer. He looked over your shoulder.

It was a video of a chubby little baby being handed a lemon slice for the first time. The baby licked it, made the most offended face in the world, threw it, then immediately reached for it again like it had personally wronged her and she was ready for round two.

You were sobbing.

Jason blinked. “Okay.”

You looked up at him, eyes glassy. “She’s just… so brave.”

“…For licking a lemon?”

“For trying again,” you wailed.

Jason set the tea down like he was disarming a bomb. “Alright. I’m gonna need to know if this is… hormonal crying or ‘we need to adopt’ crying or both.”

“Both!” you sobbed dramatically, clutching the blanket to your chest. “She’s just a little baby and she’s got so much fight in her and she doesn’t even know what taxes are yet!”

Jason was silent for a long moment.

Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “Okay. Let’s breathe.”

You hiccupped. “Jason. I want one.”

“A lemon?”

“A BABY, JASON.”

Jason blinked again. “We have zero infrastructure for that.”

“She can’t even hold her own bottle,” you whispered, swiping to a new video. “Look. She’s trying. She’s got one sock on. I think her name is Beanie. Like the hat.”

Jason sat next to you cautiously, like you might combust. You leaned on him with a muffled sniffle.

“I could knit her a hat,” you mumbled. “I could learn to knit. I could name a baby. I could love a baby so good.”

Jason rubbed your back gently, eyes wide. “I know, baby. You’d be the best mom ever.”

You turned your tear-streaked face to him, dead serious. “She’d have your eyes.”

He blinked. “Who—Beanie?”

“Our baby.”

“Oh. Oh.”

You buried your face in his chest and wailed again. “I’m emotionally compromised. I’m in danger. This is all your fault.”

Jason made a helpless sound. “How is this my fault?”

“You have a nice face!” you cried. “Your face would make a perfect baby face! And now I want to create one with you because my uterus is loud and biology is bullying me!”

Jason just sighed and held you closer. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You hiccupped into his hoodie. “You’d let her wear the leather jacket, right?”

“…Only when she’s old enough to ride the bike.”

You gasped. “Jason.”

“What? It’s called responsible parenting.”

You nodded, satisfied. “We’re gonna be great at this.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. And somewhere deep down, he knew: Yeah. You really would be.

TIM DRAKE:

It started with a video.

That was the thing. It always started with a video.

You were curled up on the couch in one of Tim’s hoodies, eyes glued to your phone screen, socked feet tucked beneath you. Tim sat at his desk, one earbud in just incase you asked him something, surrounded by three monitors and an iced coffee that hadn’t been touched in hours. Typical.

You hadn’t spoken in like ten minutes, which was suspicious.

And then you whispered it. Soft. Dangerous.

“…we should have a baby.”

Tim paused, fingers hovering over his keyboard.

“Sorry?” he said, slowly turning his chair to face you. “Did you just say—”

“I want a baby,” you said, louder this time. “Like. Right now. Immediately. Preferably one that giggles and wears little knitted hats.”

He blinked. Twice.

“…Are you watching cute baby videos again?”

“Not videos,” you said seriously. “A montage. With soft piano music. And golden retrievers. And little bare feet in the grass. Tim, they were holding tiny pumpkins.”

Tim stood up.

“Okay. We need to get you some water.”

“I’m serious. You’d be such a hot nerd dad. You already have the glasses and the emotionally repressed childhood trauma.”

He froze mid-step. “That’s… horrifically accurate.”

You patted the spot beside you. “Come. Watch this one. This baby does the little laugh-snort thing and then hugs a puppy.”

Tim sighed but sat anyway, leaning against you like he always did when he wanted to act unbothered and failed immediately.

He watched the video in silence. Another played.

By the third one, you saw it—the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, the little smile he tried to hide behind his hand.

“...Okay,” he admitted quietly. “That was really cute.”

You leaned on his shoulder. “Timothy Jackson Drake, you want to be a dad, don’t you.”

He didn’t respond for a beat.

Then he mumbled, “I already have a list of baby names in my Notes app.”

You gasped so loud someone probably heard it from the next zip code.

“Show me.”

“No.”

“TIM—”

AGED UP!DAMIAN WAYNE:

The two of you were sitting in the manor’s library, surrounded by books and daylight. A peaceful afternoon.

Until you gasped like you’d been shot.

Damian flinched. “What happened?”

You didn’t answer.

“Beloved,” he said slowly, glancing up from his book. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

You turned your phone around dramatically.

It was a video. A stupid, innocent little TikTok. A baby—cheeks for days, fat fists, impossibly big eyes—being spoon-fed mashed peas by a sleepy-looking dad. The baby missed the spoon, then started crying with a gummy frown, and the dad gave them a kiss and said “It’s okay, little bean, we’ll try again.”

You were trembling.

“Damian,” you whispered hoarsely, “I want one.”

He blinked. “One what.”

You pointed at the phone like it held the meaning of life. “A baby. I want a fat, drooly, chubby-faced little gremlin to kiss on the forehead when they cry about peas.”

Damian closed his book very slowly. “You want a child. Because of peas.”

“No,” you corrected. “Because of the forehead kiss.”

He stared at you like you’d just told him you were going to join the League of Shadows.

“I’m serious, Dami,” you said, all gooey eyes and stupid little pout. “You’d be such a good dad. You’d raise a tiny assassin who also paints finger art and cries when you leave the room.”

“I’m calling Arkham,” he muttered.

“You’d cry when they said their first word,” you teased.

“I would not.”

“You would. You’d act like you hated it but then go cry about it in the study with Alfred.”

Damian opened his mouth to argue, paused, then shut it.

You gasped again. “You’ve thought about it.”

“I did not say that.”

“You HAVE!”

He stood. “This conversation is absurd. I’m going to the kitchen.”

“You’re emotionally compromised!!” you called after him, flopping on the couch dramatically.

A few moments passed.

Then…

He came back.

With grapes.

He tossed a few in your lap like it was a bribe. “You will forget the baby nonsense.”

You popped one in your mouth. “Nope.”

“You are an absolute menace.”

You grinned. “But you love me.”

He stared for a beat too long, eyes warm despite his frown. Then, softer, barely audible:

“…Unquestionably.”

[yanderenightmare]

The Four Seasons as Boyfriends

♡ TW: nsfw and fluff, really soft yandere, if yandere at all

♡ GN reader

Autumn is always half awake but never fully asleep. 

In the morning, he likes pairing coffee with a smoke out on the balcony—standing shirtless, black tattoos on his pale skin, despite the cold wind, watching the sun rise, sporting tousled hair and dark sunken eyes. 

He spends his days more or less the same way. There’s a briskness in the breeze and rain every other day, and all the leaves have turned shades of brown and orange, matting the ground in wet heaps, leaving the trees to look like skeletons. He likes going for short walks just before the sun goes down, when the sky is a warm pink and there ain’t a soul to be seen, and it feels like the two of you are the only people who’ve stayed behind before the apocalypse came.

At night, he’ll stay up late, watching Halloween movies with you in his arms, drinking something stronger than coffee, and smoking something different than cigarettes. He’ll never flinch when the gory scenes play. He’ll just run his thumb up and down your arm and hold you close with a low chuckle.

He’s a quiet guy who spends his time observing more than talking, a real philosopher, writing down things on this old typewriter he has, anything from crime novels to other horrific things. He’s somewhat grim that way—you think he might have been a mob boss in his previous life. 

But he’s got this dry-humored side as well, and a romantic one too—one that whispers awfully heart-gripping things to you in bed, gives you small gifts on all your anniversaries. Half-mast dark eyes without a smile on his lips, bringing your palm up for a kiss. 

Maybe it wasn’t a past life, you think, maybe he’s a vampire who’s been plenty of things. Come to think of it, you’ve only ever seen him outside when the sun has been safely hidden behind a veil of grey clouds. You don’t know, he just seems like he’s come from another age in the way he’ll treat every day like something to be enjoyed slowly, every moment together to be savored, and every detail of your face something to be not just remembered but cherished.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Shigaraki, Dabi, Aizawa, Shinso, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Megumi, Toji, Yuuta, Choso, Higuruma ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Suna ♡ CSM – Aki, Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Reo, Rin, Sae ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Tomioka, Genya ♡ HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Feitan

Winter wants to spend all his days inside, wrapped up with you in bed like a bear in hibernation. You have to all but fight your way out of his hold in order to get up. 

He groans when you leave, whimpering at the cold, but eventually, he musters up enough willpower to follow you. He’ll have the duvet wrapped around him still, slippers padding towards the smell of breakfast. He’s still sleepy until he gets a good, warm cup of chocolate coffee. 

Clad in a warm blue sweater, pilled from wear, but cozy still, and a pair of baggy corduroys and fuzzy socks in all sorts of colors. 

He’s super reluctant about leaving the house—will literally find any excuse not to and do anything to avoid having to. He’ll stand in the mudroom with you like an obstinate brat as you dress him, putting on his scarf, hat, and gloves for him before pulling him into his jacket. 

He’s pouty at first, whining about his nose freezing, but after a while, he gets more than happy-go-lucky in the snow. Acting just like a dog, bounding about, tackling you down, and rolling around with you so that you’re both sure to catch a cold. 

You build a snowman together, make angels, and a little igloo where he’s deadset on the two of you sleeping tonight. Yeah, not likely, is all you think, knowing him and how the minute the two of you get home, he’s going to hunker down with all the duvets and blankets he can find and cry about how he’s never going outside again. 

And sure enough, the two of you trudged home, freezing cold and exhausted from all the frivolity, he in a whiny mood. You enter the shower together, and he just stands there, arms around you, draping you with his entire body under the water, defrosting. 

Like before, you end up doing things for him. Shampooing the sweat out of his hat-hair and soaping the rest of him up, then doing yourself the same way.

He’s just as clingy when you’re done. Dressed in fluffy robes, he’ll hold you close on his lap and put on a Christmas movie, something funny, something for children, The Grinch or Home Alone, or a romcom you’ve watched a thousand times before.

He’ll eat gingerbread men instead of dinner, drink one too many cups of eggnog, and tell you how he wants to curl up inside your heart where it's nice and toasty and stay there forever—meanwhile, his hand explores your naked body under your robe.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Toaya, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Mahito, Gojo ♡ HQ – Hinata, Tanaka, Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira ♡ DS – Doma, Zenitsu ♡ WB – Umemiya, Togame

Spring is an early bird. Big breakfast spreads every day, wild flowers on the table in a hand-painted coffee mug, toasted bread with a dozen types of spreads, sliced meat, cheese, scrambled eggs, different jams, strawberry, peach, blueberry, apricot, raspberry, and all the currants.

He’s always got a big goofy smile on his face, wearing baggy dongeries and bright pastel-colored T-shirts—green, pink, yellow, and blue. His hair is fluffy, his eyes are round, and he’s always got a new pair of suede sneakers on.

He’d make a great dad, having the personality of a guy who’s a kindergarten teacher, the way he’s all about DIY easter decorations. He has his own craft cart, fully equipped with different colored paper, patterned tape, and glitter in all pretty colors.

He’s never been a very traditional guy, always raving about new ideas, dreams he’s had, things he’s seen when scrolling through Pinterest—you can't hope to keep up...

Your walls have all been painted—not like other walls—but as if the wallpaper were canvas. All your chairs have been bought at yard sales and other second-hand stores, refurbished by him, and hand-painted in different colors with cushions in different fabrics. Your coffee table is an old wine crate he found at a junkyard. All your blankets are knitted with spare yarn from all his other projects.

He also scrapbooks like no other, filling the pages with receipts and tickets he’s saved from your outings and vacations, and Polaroid pictures he’s taken of you, with dates and locations written along the white bottom.

Not to mention, how in the kitchen window, he’s hung the empty egg husks from breakfast, decorated with swirls and dots, with letters spelling Happy Easter!

He also makes you love letters—indulgent paragraphs with an overwhelming amount of love-bombing and hopes and dreams about your future together, always with the wording of a five-year-old child talking about their favorite type of food. 

Yeah, he’s no poet, but it’s the thought that counts, and so A for effort!

♡ BNHA – Deku, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Hawks, Mirio ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji ♡ HQ – Hinata, Sugawara, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ DS – Zenitsu ♡ WB – Nirei, Umemiya

Summer is tan with tan lines from his swimming trunks. He’s all smiles and loud laughter, too careless for shades and sunscreen, and so you’re the one who’s left running after him when he sprints towards the water, like a parent, shouting at him to put on some protection.

He filled the cooler up with sodas and beers before you left home, and has brought along firelighters, making a bonfire on the sand for grilled fruits, vegetables, and meats, so that the two of you can spend the day.

His hair is sun-damaged and bleached with saltwater, but he makes it look good with his freckled face, looking as though he lives on the beach. He’ll go in the water several times, never tiring.

He likes to promenade in flip-flops like he’s on constant vacation,  always shirtless, letting his swim-trunks dry while the two of you walk along the shore as the sun gets low, giving you his sweater once the air gets a little chilly. Making plans for how you can fill the rest of the summer. 

He’s got never-ending ideas, you don’t think you’ll have time for it all—hiking, biking, camping, festivals, outdoor movies, picnics, farmers markets, berry picking, kite flying, ice cream, gardening, going diving, sailing, fishing, hot air balloons, parachuting, bungee jumping, skydiving—yeah, his ideas get progressively more extreme as he goes.

But at home, when he’s all drained out from the sun, he’s a quiet presence. Warm still, but calm, lining up pretty seashells and dried-up corals along all the windowsills, before the two of you hit the shower. Washing off salt and sweat, and about a bucket's worth of sand that remains between the cracks in the tiles.

He’ll leave kisses against your neck and shoulder, murmur things in a voice you don’t recognize from the day, but a grainier one belonging to the night, telling you all the dirty things he’s going to do to you now that the sun’s fully down.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Touya, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji ♡ HQ – Hinata, Sugawara, Tanaka, Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira, Shido ♡ WB – Umemiya

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[luvergirl-535]

What about a fluffy shot where Azzi is a pouty mess after finding out Paige napped without her.

napgate

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 1.3k

c/w - nothing :)

a/n - working through my prompts as promised. as someone who has lots of experience in being a dramatic girlfriend, i may have projected myself into this fic a little, lol.

azzi was halfway across campus before she even realized she was speed-walking.

she’d barely survived class. barely made it through that dry-ass econ lecture without just laying her head on the desk and giving up. all she wanted—all she’d been thinking about—was going back to paige’s room, climbing into bed with her girlfriend, and napping like her life depended on it.

this was their post-practice ritual. their unspoken sacred time. snuggles, sleep, and soft music. the occasional make-out session. as paige would say, it’s fucking goated.

when azzi got to paige’s dorm, she walked right past allie in the kitchen, social battery entirely too low for anybody other than paige, and beelined for her girlfriend’s bedroom. but when she opened the door, sight that met her was not one of sleepy cuddles and open arms.

paige was awake. sitting upright at her desk. playing games on her ipad like everything was fine.

“wait,” azzi said, stopping in her tracks. “why are you awake?”

paige looked up and smiled. “hey, mama.”

“nuh-uh—why are you awake? we’re supposed to be napping.”

“i already did,” paige said, like it was casual, like it was nothing. “i laid down after chem lab. i was wiped.”

azzi blinked. stared. processed. then—

“you slept without me?”

“uh…yeah?”

“you slept without me?”

paige squinted. “are you okay?”

“babe!” azzi threw her bag down like she’d been personally victimized. “i was waiting all day for our nap! i was like, ‘this lecture sucks but it’s okay because i’ll nap with paige later’, and you already did it? without me?”

“aight, you’re dragging it,” paige said, standing now, walking over with a cautious smile. “i was just tired.”

“we were both tired!”

“baby…”

“nah, don’t ‘baby’ me. this is—this is a betrayal.”

paige stepped closer, clearly holding back a laugh. “okay. you’re right. i’m a villain.”

“you are,” azzi pouted, crossing her arms. “you left me to fend for myself. exhausted.”

“i didn’t know you were planning on coming back right after class.”

“we nap every day after class!”

“sometimes we don’t.” paige shrugged. “we didn’t talk about it this morning, so i thought…”

“it’s an unspoken thing, paige.” azzi sighs, eyebrows furrowed as she makes her best pouty face, an expression reserved exclusively for her girlfriend.

paige reached for her. “come here, drama queen.”

“no,” azzi said, turning her shoulder.

“you’re seriously mad?”

“i’m disappointed.”

“bro, that’s way worse.”

“you should feel bad.”

paige sighed and wrapped her arms around azzi anyway, tugging her into a hug she pretended not to want. “i do feel bad. i love napping with you. i missed you, mami. i swear.”

“you didn’t miss me that much if you slumped without even texting me.”

“i thought you’d be in class ‘til three.”

“i was! and now it’s three-fifteen and i’m abandoned.”

paige kissed her cheek. “come lay down. i’ll pretend to be tired again just for you.”

but azzi stepped out of her arms, eyes narrowed, full-on sulky. she was aware she was disproportionately upset. she was also aware that she was tired and probably hangry, too. that didn’t make it any easier for her to regulate her emotions, though, and thus:

“no. you made your bed. literally. and now you can lie in it. alone.”

paige blinked. “what are you saying?”

“i’m saying i’ll nap by myself, thanks.”

“wait, what?”

“i’ll be fine. totally fine. just me, my blanket, and my thoughts.”

“azzi.”

“goodbye, traitor.”

and with the dramatic flourish of a woman deeply committed to the bit, azzi turned and left paige’s room, arms crossed and jaw set. allie paused with her spoon midway to her mouth, clearly confused, but azzi ignored her. she headed straight for her own dorm without looking back.

❀❀❀

azzi curled up in her own bed like she was in exile. self-inflicted exile.

no girlfriend. no cuddles. no comfort.

just her sad pink blanket and her non-bicep pillow.

she flipped over once. then twice. then kicked the blanket off. then dragged it back on.

her room was too quiet. too cold. too wrong.

because napping alone? sucked.

it wasn’t just the lack of warmth (though her body was already missing paige’s). it wasn’t even that she felt too grumpy to relax. it was the principle of it all. the complete and utter emptiness of trying to sleep without her person.

she missed the way paige’s arms fit around her waist. the soft hum paige always made when she was drifting off. the way their legs always tangled up without trying.

and now azzi was lying here, wide awake, very much not cozy, and spiraling into her own stubbornness.

“this is stupid,” she whispered into the darkness of her dorm.

but she didn’t get up.

no. she had to mean it. she couldn’t just crawl back after throwing such a fit. she had to last at least an hour. maybe even text paige something petty like “hope ur nap was worth it.”

yeah. that would show her.

except…thirty-five minutes later, azzi was still not asleep. and worse: she’d started to feel lonely.

not just bored. not just annoyed. actually, genuinely…achey in her chest. she missed paige. like, on a spiritual level. she momentarily wondered if that was unhealthy, then disregarded it. god forbid a girl be in love.

ugh.

“fine,” she muttered.

she threw the blanket off, jammed her feet into pink fluffy slippers, and padded back down the hallway like she was walking the plank or something.

allie was still in the kitchen, and when she raised an eyebrow at azzi, she said a simple “don’t” before continuing to paige’s room.

when she reached the door, she paused. tried to school her expression. tried not to look too desperate.

but before she could knock, the door opened.

paige stood there, in pajama pants and a hoodie, holding a fuzzy blanket like she’d been waiting.

“you lasted thirty-eight minutes,” she said, smug.

“oh, really?” azzi said. “i wasn’t counting.”

“mm-hmm.”

azzi crossed her arms. “you set a trap.”

“i made the bed.”

“you knew i’d come back.”

“of course i did,” paige said, stepping aside to let her in. “you can’t nap mad. you get all huffy and lonely.”

“i do not.”

paige just raised an eyebrow.

azzi sighed. “okay, maybe i do.”

“that’s what i thought.”

the room was dim now, blinds pulled and led lights on. paige’s bed had an extra pillow and two blankets folded at the end. her spotify was already playing the soft r&b playlist they always used. azzi swore she could feel her melatonin levels rise.

“you baby-proofed the bed,” azzi mumbled.

“i azzi-proofed it. for you.”

“you’re so annoying,” she said. but she was already climbing into it.

paige followed, slipping behind her and wrapping an around her waist without hesitation. azzi let out a dramatic sigh, but melted into the touch immediately.

“still mad?” paige whispered. she shifted her free arm under azzi’s head, and she didn’t let on how pleased she was to have her bicep pillow back.

“uh-huh.”

“gonna give me the silent treatment?”

“maybe.”

paige kissed her shoulder. “you’re such a baby.”

“you like it.”

“yep. i especially like the part where you come crawling back.”

azzi turned to face her, burying her face in paige’s neck. “i wasn’t crawling.”

“riiight.”

“you missed me,” azzi accused, muffled.

“missed you so bad,” paige said, kissing the top of her head. “bed was too cold without you.”

azzi hummed, nuzzling closer. “you smell good.”

“you smell like my body wash. did you steal it again?”

“maybe.”

“mm,” paige hummed, tugging the blanket up around them.

they settled into the silence again, but this time it was warm. safe. exactly right.

“you can nap now,” azzi mumbled.

“what, you’re giving me permission?”

“yes.”

paige smiled against her hair. “thank you, princess.”

“you’re forgiven, by the way.”

“finally.”

“but don’t do it again.”

“‘wouldn’t think of it, baby.”

“swear you won’t. for real.”

“on my life.”

“you’re lucky i love you,” azzi whispered.

paige kissed her cheek. “i know i’m lucky.”

and with that, azzi finally let herself fall asleep—held tight, babied properly, grudge surrendered and balance to the universe restored.

[ivyues]

Silly Love: Stray Kids’ reactions to their S/O’s playful affection

Bang Chan

After a long day, you wrapped your arms tightly around Chris’ waist, your face snuggling into his chest. He chuckled softly and leaned down to press a kiss to your head, but his breath hitched when he felt you nose wiggle under the collar of his shirt, right against his collarbone.

He stiffened for a second before letting out the most amused chuckle.

“Wha–what are you doing down there?” he laughed, looking down with wide, amused eyes.

You giggled, nose still tucked under the fabric. “You’re warm. And your smell is comforting.”

He melted immediately. “You’re weird,” he said, grinning like an idiot as he hugged you even tighter, resting his chin on your head. “My favorite weirdo.”

Lee Know

You were in the middle of rambling about your day when Minho made a sarcastic comment. Offended, you scrunched your nose at him.

Minho blinked. “Did you just scrunch your nose at me?” he asked, mock-serious.

You did it again, this time exaggerated.

He blinked again, then smirked. “You think you're cute, huh?” He leaned in slightly, narrowing his eyes.

You faked a gasp. “Excuse you—I am cute!”

Minho scoffed lightly, clearly amused. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, lips tugging into a smirk. “You know I like it when you’re weird.”

Changbin

Curled up with Changbin on the couch, your eyes drifted to his arms. Without thinking, you leaned down and gave one a soft, playful bite.

He jolted. “Did you just—?! Did you bite me?!” he exclaimed, looking both scandalized and delighted.

You shrugged innocently. “You looked... snackable – I had to.”

He stared at you, then burst out laughing. “You’re unbelievable. And dangerous,” he muttered, shaking his head but clearly loving every second.

He was still laughing as he pulled you into his chest. “You know what? Next time, I’m biting you. On the cheek. Just wait.”

“Deal,” you giggled. “I’ll take that as a toleration to bite your arm whenever I want.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin’s hands rested peacefully in your lap as the two of you watched a drama, the room quiet except for the soft flicker of the screen. Absentmindedly, you started playing with his fingers, spinning his rings and tracing the lines of his palm, watching it catch the light.

He watched you for a while with a soft expression, then whispered, “You always do that when you're quiet... It’s cute.”

You looked up with a small smile, then laced your fingers with his again. “I like your hands,” you murmured. “They feel nice.”

He smiled, interlocking your fingers with his.

Han

You were leaning against Han, giggling at something he said, when, out of nowhere, you turned your head and gave him a quick, cat-like lick on his cheek.

Han jerks back, eyes wide in horror. “Did you just—lick me!?”

You tried to stifle your laughter, nodding proudly. “I’m just marking my territory. Like a cat.”

Han blinked, deadpan. “I need bleach,” he muttered. “Immediately.”

You leaned in again, playfully pouting. “I’m just showing you affection!”

Despite himself, he cracked a smile, covering his face. “God, why am I attracted to this?”

Felix

The two of you were nestled together under a blanket, faces centimeters apart and Felix’s freckles close enough to count. On a whim, you leaned in and booped your nose against his – once, twice, again.

He giggled softly, eyes crinkling and nuzzled back with a whisper, “Inuit kisses?”

You nodded, and he rested his forehead on yours, his voice gentle. “I love this. It's silly… but it's so us.”

Then he booped your nose back and added with a grin, “One more for luck,” before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Seungmin

Seungmin was lying back, scrolling on his phone while you lounged beside him. You reached over and poked his side gently.

He flinched but said nothing. So, you poked him again. This time, he glanced over with a warning side-eye. By the third poke, he grabbed your hand. “You trying to start something?” he muttered.

You grinned and poke him again with your other hand. “It’s a love poke.”

He sighed dramatically, but you caught the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Okay, you get five pokes a day. Any more, and I retaliate.”

He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap. “You’ve been warned.”

I.N

You wrapped your arms around Jeongin from behind and nuzzled your face against his back, slowly rubbing your cheek across the soft fabric of his hoodie like you were trying to soak in his warmth.

He stiffened for a second before glancing over his shoulder with a baffled smile. “What are you doing?—You’re so weird”

You paused. “Sorry… is it too much?”

He turned in your arms. “Hey,” he murmured, “I don’t mind. It’s kind of adorable.” He smirked, playful now. “Just don’t jump me out of nowhere.”

You laughed. “No promises.”

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[zenonsdreams]

Modern au Elias "Stack" Moore x Black Female reader

Coffee: enjoying the little moments (short but sweet)

(Inspired by the song "Coffee" by Miguel)

A/N: Pls ignore any mistakes

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You lay down in your bed facing him as he laid on his back.

You smile lightly as you watch him sleep.

You didn’t want to wake him.

Not yet. 

You took a moment to analyze him and his slow, but steady breathing. The way his nose would lightly scrunch as he slept and the slight twitch of his body when he felt your touch.

You loved it. 

You loved the little details that made him who he was.

You adored it, you adored him. The pimp and the gangster that wouldn’t go soft for any woman, had gone soft for you.

You traced the tattoo on his chest, across his heart.

Your name.

You cussed him out in anger and then cried tears of joy when he surprised you with it. 

You swore up and down that he was stupid for doing so, because at the time you and him were both unsure of how the relationship would workout .

When he showed his brother Smoke what he had done, Smoke popped him in his lips.

He told him, that he was a dumb ass nigga that was blinded by good pussy.

You giggled at the thought.

You dragged your finger down to his arm and traced the names of your twin boys. Salem which means peace and Sincere which meant pure and honest. Beautiful names for beautiful boys. You giggled once more  and rolled your eyes as you recalled the day you were going into labor.

“Elias, baby calm down” you spoke as you let out a groan full of pain

“Shit, where’s the diaper bag!” he exclaimed as he ran around the house like a madman

You let out a small laugh but it was cutoff by the urge to push 

“ELIAS!”

Long story short your babies were born in the main hallway of your shared home. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of strong hands gripping and caressing your bare ass, that was half covered by the satin blankets you laid in.

“Is there a reason why you’re giggling in my ears?” He inquired with his voice deep and raspy. He turned to face you with his eyes still closed. “Nothing, I was just thinking" , you whispered sweetly as you caressed his face .“About?” he asked with a hint of curiosity.

"You, us".

"Is that so" a cocky grin tugged at his lips. In this moment he had finally opened his eyes to look at you in your morning state. He took some time to admire you, like the way you had admired him earlier.

He was glad that he woke up to you every morning.

He pulled you closer then you already were and gave you a slow kiss before rolling you over onto your back.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck realizing where this was heading.

You enjoyed mornings like these.

[burreauxsss]

only on camera

background: joe burrow, america's quarterback attends the met gala with the one and only y/n y/ln, his girlfriend but fiance on the low.

(all pics from pinterest, all rights reserved.)

notes: i dont need to explain myself here. enjoy!

word count: 753

warning: none? just horrible paparazzi.

The city hummed with electric anticipation. It was Met Gala night, fashion’s most sacred evening, and as the elite lined the ruby carpeted stairs of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, whispers chased every movement like shadows.

But all of that ceased when the black SUV rolled to a slow, theatrical stop at the curb.

The door swung open.

And out stepped Joe Burrow, the golden boy, everyones celebrity crush. Dressed in a sleek baby blue tuxedo with a satin collar. But what came next was what stole the night.

Y/N Y/L/N emerged behind him.

Silence, then audible gasps.

She wore white. The gown clung to her like moonlight on skin, its fabric a whisper of silk and illusion mesh. Cut dangerously low in the back and artfully high at the slit, it danced between couture and scandal, purity and seduction. Tiny crystal details caught the light like stardust. Yet it was the hand she placed delicately on Joe’s arm that sent cameras into a frenzy.

A ring.

Not just any ring.

A solitaire diamond, halo set on a platinum band, unmistakably an engagement ring.

Joe leaned in, murmuring, “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled like she knew something no one else did. “I’ve been ready."

They ascended the stairs, and the crowd parted like the sea. Reporters scrambled. Stylists froze mid sentence. Twitter was already ablaze.

“Who is she?”

“Is that Joe Burrow’s girlfriend?”

“Thats a ring, did he propose?!”

And there it was. The secret the world had no idea it had been starved for, the NFL golden boy was engaged, and not to some influencer or Hollywood gold digger. Y/N, a very popular college gymnast who retired due to her concussions her senior year. She had been in Joe’s orbit for years, always at the edge of the frame. Until tonight.

Inside, the two floated beneath the great glass dome, the city sparkling beyond them.

“You know this is going to be everywhere by morning,” he said, hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

She turned, tilting her head. “Good. Maybe now they’ll finally stop asking about your ‘mysterious girl in the background.’”

He chuckled, then reached for her hand, his thumb brushing the ring. “Still feels crazy. That you said yes.”

“I knew I would the second you fumbled the proposal speech,” she teased.

“I did not fumble.”

“You forgot your own name, Joe.”

A few months ago 📍Athens, OH

It had been late autumn in Ohio. They were at his family’s place just outside Athens, wrapped in wood, history, and too many Bengals throw blankets to even count.

He’d been jittery all day, which was already suspicious. Joe never fidgeted that much.

They’d gone on a walk by the water after dinner, wrapped in scarves and nostalgia. The sun had just kissed the horizon goodnight, setting the lake ablaze in orange and lavender.

Y/N had been talking about something... work, a opening to be the gymnastics head at Ohio State when he stopped walking.

“I—uh, wait,” he said, voice suddenly tight.

She turned to face him. “What?”

He blinked. “Hang on.”

Her brows lifted. “Are you okay?”

Joe took a deep breath and then… knelt. Right there on the pine needle scattered path.

Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Okay,” he said, pulling a tiny box from his coat pocket with shaking hands. “Okay. So. I… wow.”

She bit her lip, heart already thundering.

“I’ve had this speech in my head for weeks,” Joe said, eyes locked on hers. “But it all sounds dumb now. Because the only thing I know for sure is that I love you. Like, I’m gonna love you through every season love you. Like, I want you on the sidelines and at the breakfast table and in the middle of everything love you.”

Tears pricked her eyes.

“And okay, here it goes.” He cleared his throat, opened the ring box. “Y/N Y/L/N… will you marry—”

He paused.

She blinked. “Joe?”

He looked slightly panicked. “I forgot the next part.”

She laughed. “You were literally about to ask me to marry you.”

“I know, I know,” he said, laughing nervously. “It’s just....I wanted to say ‘It’s me, Joe Burrow’...you know, make it official sounding and I just totally blanked.”

Y/N burst into full laughter. “You forgot your own name?”

“I did!” He looked both mortified and amused. “I was gonna say, ‘It’s me, Joe Burrow, and I want to spend forever with you.’ But then I just blanked. Like full on quarterback under pressure mind melt.”

Still giggling, she knelt down in front of him, hands cradling his cheeks. “Well… Joe Burrow, whoever you are, the answer’s yes.”

He stared at her. “Wait. Really?”

“Really really.”

The kiss that followed was a little messy, slightly damp from tears, and absolutely perfect.

Present day 📍New York, NY

And now, months later, under the vaulted ceiling of the Met, the memory danced like a secret flame behind Y/N’s smile. She reached for Joe’s hand, their fingers interlocking easily, like they'd always belonged that way.

“You remembered your name eventually,” she teased under her breath.

He grinned, squeezing her hand. “Barely.”

They laughed together, and even in the grand chaos of fashion royalty, nothing glittered quite as bright as they did. A couple not born from publicists or media campaigns, but from quiet loyalty and fire beneath the surface.

And as the cameras kept flashing, as the world spun faster in its obsession, Y/N raised her left hand to adjust her hair, casually, effortlessly.

The diamond caught the light.

And the world caught on.

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caption: yeah he did that @/joeyb_9

note: literally proofread this 20 times half asleep.. anyways

[keeryhours]

teen pregnancy series - eddie munson part 1

Eddie Munson x female! reader

Main Masterlist

Teen Pregnancy Series Masterlist

Summary:

A broken condom leads to the end of your life as you knew it.

Part 2

Warnings:

Smut (18+), oral (m and f receiving), p in v, fingering, pregnancy, threatened miscarriage, drug use (weed), shitty parents, Al Munson

Word Count: 19.2k

A/N:

I am literally the most impatient person in the world so here’s part 1 early! Part 2 will be out very soon, I’m locked in. Thank you @glassbxttless for my banner and for reading this ❤️

You loved waking up next to Eddie.

The soft rise and fall of his breathing, the wild way his hair would be splayed out across the pillow, his lips parted as he snored lightly, the peaceful look on his handsome face. Sometimes you would just watch him sleep. Other times you would trace his tattoos until he woke with a smile.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” he’d say, his voice still dripping with sleep.

“Good morning yourself,” you’d say back.

This was what it was like most mornings you woke up with Eddie. It wasn’t hard to sneak into his place at night. Your parents went to sleep at 9pm on the dot, all too easy to slip out your window and to your bike. You didn’t even have to sneak into Eddie’s, the front door was fine - Wayne worked nights, and you didn’t think he’d care either way. Wayne loved you.

There was nothing quite like sleeping in Eddie’s arms. It was your safe place. Warm and cozy, like being enveloped in pure love. It was no wonder you’d rather spend the night there than in your cold bed alone with parents who didn’t particularly like you anyway.

It was the alarm that woke you up this day. Fucking school day. The alarm clock blared bright and early at 5:30am - earlier than Eddie would usually get up, but it took you a bit longer to get ready.

You shut the alarm off so as not to wake Eddie up too much and sat up in bed with a big stretch and a yawn. Eddie grabbed onto your arm as you were climbing out of bed.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled, not even moving his face from where it was half buried in his pillow and covered by his disheveled hair.

“I gotta get ready, baby,” you told him. “We have school.”

“Fuck school,” he said, voice muffled.

You laughed. “Babe, we have to go.”

He shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I just wanna stay in bed with you all day.”

“I want that too,” you said, and god, you did. “But we can’t.”

Eddie groaned but relented, letting you get up. You slid off the bed, turning for one last look at him. He was sleeping on his belly, arms wrapped around his pillow. His head was turned to the side, but you couldn’t see any of his face for all the hair. The comforter rested just at his hips, and he was naked beneath it. You admired his body, his tattoos, the slightest glimpse of the curve of his ass before the blanket hid it away from your eyes. You have to force yourself to look away.

Naked yourself, you slip on one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of panties you’d packed for now. You yawned again as you walked out of Eddie’s room and down the hall to the bathroom. Wayne was asleep on the fold out bed in the living room, probably just now passed out from work. You started up the shower, the finicky faucet taking a few minutes to get to the right temperature.

When you were satisfied, you stripped again, sitting a towel on the side of the sink and then climbing into the hot water. You always kept some shower stuff at Eddie’s, god knows you were over at his place enough.

You closed your eyes under the torrent of water. At least the water pressure at the trailer was good. You were just about to start shampooing your hair when you felt a familiar pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, a head on your shoulder, kissing your neck.

You melted back into the embrace, a smile crossing your lips. You could feel him hard behind you, his kisses on your neck turning needier and sloppy, biting down every now and then. He always liked to mark you up.

“Need you,” he grumbled against your skin, fingers tightening on your body as if to prove his point. 

You chuckled breathlessly. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Never enough,” he growled. “You know I can’t control myself when you’re in my house, taking showers, walking around like this. And all mine.”

You gasped when he spun you around, pressing your back against the shower wall and kissing you deeply, aggressively. You kissed him back just as eagerly, your fingers tangling in his wet hair. He lifted your leg, his tip pressing against your entrance, then- “Fuck. No condom.”

“Like at all?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“We used our last ones last night. I need to buy more.” He groaned, forehead falling onto your shoulder. “Shit!”

“It’s okay,” you said, trailing a hand up his side. “I can still get you off?”

He leaned back to look at you. “Are you sure? You don’t have to. I feel bad.”

“Don’t feel bad,” you said, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes as you sunk to your knees. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie whispered, cock twitching as he watched you get on your knees for him. The way you looked up at him from down there was…fuck, he’d never seen anything like it. No porno in the world could ever compare.

His hand slid through your hair as you opened your mouth for him, he tapped his cock on your tongue, rubbing the underside of it there, a low groan spilling unwillingly from his lips.

“We have to be quiet,” he said, “Wayne is right out there.”

“I think you should be telling yourself that, big boy,” you teased. You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked, and he lurched forward, free hand landing on the shower wall behind you.

He let out a low “Ahhhh”, a mix between a hiss and a moan as you took him further into your mouth. “That’s my girl.”

You moaned around him, deep throating his impressive length properly as he watched you in amazement, his eyes half lidded, lips parted. His hand caressed the side of your head as you pleasured him, like he was so appreciative but didn’t know the words to say, if there were any. Maybe the best thanks he could give you is just to enjoy it now - and bury himself between your thighs until he can’t breathe later. Maybe you’d sit on his face. He fucking loved that.

“Baby, baby,” he moaned in a near whisper, delicious groans spilling from his lips after. “You’re so fuckin’ good at this.”

You hummed around him, making his hips jerk into your mouth. You always knew exactly how to get him going, exactly what made him weak in the knees, what made him fall apart. And oh, was he falling apart above you.

His breathing turned to pants, his slender tattooed chest rising and falling rapidly. His hand tightened in your hair, thighs beginning to shake.

“Gonna cum,” he warned you in a whisper. “Fuck, I’m- don’t stop, I’m so close-“

You didn’t stop. You worked even harder, working for what he was about to give you, showing him how bad you wanted it - needed it. You bobbed your head on his cock quickly, tongue working the underside, and his expression looked pained.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Baby, baby, I-“

He threw his head back with a cry as it hit him, his dick pulsing as he shot his cum into your waiting mouth. He quickly looked back down, watching you take it, watching you swallow every drop of what he was giving you as he moaned, seemingly forgetting all about being quiet.

When you pulled off of him, he was leaning against the shower wall. He looked like a total vision like this, lean naked body against the wall, wet hair hanging down his shoulders, breathing heavily and dripping wet. You had the intense urge to lick every inch of his body.

“Fuckin’ incredible,” he finally said, pulling you to him again and kissing you. He didn’t care that there was still the slightest bit of him still on your tongue. He licked into your mouth anyway, tasting all of you, the mixture of the two of you. “I want to devour you, baby, please.”

“We don’t have time,” you said regrettably. “But later.” A wink.

Eddie smirked at you as you both continued with your shower, washing your hair and washing each other’s bodies. Eddie was hard again by the time the shower was over, but there was no time for more.

You stepped out with a towel around your body and one around your hair. Eddie grabbed one and wrapped it around his waist. God, he looked so hot like this.

“Let me help you,” you said. You grabbed the curl cream you had bought him and put some in your hands, rubbing the product through Eddie’s hair. The poor guy had no idea how to take care of his curls before you met him. His hair was always so frizzy, and one day you were just like - “You know it doesn’t have to be that way, right?”

Eddie closed his eyes and hummed as you did his hair. He had to admit, he absolutely loved when you did this. It was so relaxing. He had never had someone take care of his hair for him. He barely did it himself before you.

When he was taken care of, you did your own hair while Eddie brushed his teeth then shaved. You brushed your own teeth then applied your makeup while he splashed his familiar aftershave on his cheeks.

He pulled on his boxers and you snuck back to his room in your towel. You knew there was nothing to worry about, Wayne slept after work until the afternoon. You searched through your overnight bag, finding the skirt and top you planned to wear today.

Eddie couldn’t handle how put together you looked. His beautiful girl. He couldn’t believe you were his.

He pulled his jeans on with a Hellfire shirt and his denim jacket. “You know you can leave some clothes and stuff over here?”

“I already do,” you giggled, thinking of the multiple bras and underwear sets stuffed in his dresser, the curling iron you kept here, the shower stuff and self care.

“Yeah but…” He shrugged. “You could keep more. Keep a whole wardrobe here, I don’t care. You sleep here more than at your own house anyway.”

“Edward Munson,” you said, lightly slapping his chest with a smile. “Are you trying to get me to move in?”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” he asked, sliding his arms around your waist.

“Baby,” you said, a slight giggle. “We’re still in high school.”

“Yeah, but we’re both adults, technically. I’m almost 20, you’re 18…”

“You still live with your uncle, and I don’t think there’s a world where my parents would allow it, Eddie.”

The mention of your parents soured the mood. Your parents sucked. They were mean, self centered snobs, and they hated Eddie. They never even seemed that crazy about you.

“Fuck your parents,” Eddie said, a sentiment he held often. “You’re a big girl.”

You shook your head, a smile playing at your lips. “Maybe after high school? I don’t want to intrude on Wayne either.”

“Wayne loves you.”

“He already has one freeloader,” you teased.

“Hey!” he said, mock offended. “I’ll have you know my dealing business brings in lots of money.”

The drug dealing was a sore subject. You hated that he did it, but he wasn’t willing to give it up. He made a lot of money from it, enough to help out Wayne and take you on dates and get things he wanted and needed. In his mind, it was a great gig. In your own, you saw visions of Eddie in handcuffs, Hopper carting him off to jail. You said nothing about it.

“We need to get going,” you said instead. “I don’t want to be late.”

Eddie looked at you for a moment. Finally he nodded, snatching his keys off the table. “Alright. Let’s go.”

You walked out to his van with your backpack slung over your shoulder. He opened the door for you like he always did, and you climbed in. The old van took a couple tries to start, but ultimately did.

“Need to get her checked out,” Eddie mumbled. “Could probably do it myself.”

Eddie was great with cars. And he loved them. He was the sole reason this van was still running at all, the amount of work he’d put into it was insane.

It didn’t take long to pull into the parking lot of Hawkins High. It was packed as always. You saw your best friend Robin by Steve Harrington’s car - Steve, who didn’t even go here anymore - and you smiled and waved back at her.

“Go see Robs,” Eddie encouraged as he killed the engine. “I’ve got to catch up with the guys about our campaign tonight.”

Fuck. The campaign.

“Should I get a ride home with Robin and Steve?”

“Maybe?” Eddie said sheepishly. “Or I can run you home before we start.”

“It’s fine,” you said, “I’ll catch a ride with them. You guys have fun. It’s the big one, right?”

“Yep,” Eddie said with pride. “The end of the campaign. These fuckers have no idea what I have in store for them.”

You laughed. “I’m sure it’s a sadistic as ever.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt, opening your door. “I’ll see you at lunch?”

“Of course, beautiful.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, a reminder of all you’d done together since last night and all the things you would do together next time you were alone.

You hopped out and met up with Robin as Eddie sauntered into the building. “Hey, Robs!”

“Hey!” She pulled you into a hug. “Are you ready for Mrs. O’Donnell’s test?”

You groaned. “No. I completely forgot.”

Her eyes widened. “Did you study?”

You blushed. “I was a little busy last night.”

“Busy?” She gave you a look. “Girl.”

“I know! I know.”

“There are more important things in life than fucking your boyfriend!” 

“Well, now that’s debatable.”

Robin groaned, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the school. “You’re hopeless, you know that?” She turned back over her shoulder. “Bye, Steve!”

“Oh, can I get a ride home with you and Steve after school?” you asked. “Eddie has the end of his campaign, it’s going to take forever.”

“Yeah, of course. Steve won’t care. He’s like everybody’s chauffeur.”

—

You were home by yourself that night, snacking on popcorn in your pajamas - classic big t-shirt and short shorts combo. When the phone started to ring, you groaned.

“Hello?” you answered, resting the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Baby,” the answer came from the other end, and you smiled, all irritation gone.

“Hey,” you said. “How was the campaign?”

“It was great!” he said enthusiastically. “The guys actually beat it. I can’t believe it. It was awesome.”

“I’m glad you had fun.” You popped another piece of popcorn into your mouth. “What’s up?”

Eddie’s voice dropped an octave. “Wayne left for work and I was just thinking about you…”

You smirked. “Yeah? Thinking about what?”

“Baby…” he said again, and you could practically picture him on his back in bed with the phone, shirtless, rubbing his hard bulge through his jeans. You could hear music playing over his speakers in the background. “Come over. Please.”

You felt a throbbing between your legs as you listened to his low, sultry voice, dripping with desire, all for you. Your hot boyfriend, desperate for you. Wanting nothing more than to be inside of you.

“I’ll be there in 15,” you said. You heard a low chuckle from the other end before you hung up, hurrying upstairs to slip some jeans on and grab your bag. You locked up downstairs, made it look like you were asleep in your room and locked it from inside, and slipped out the window.

The night air brushed your hair back as you rode your bike to Forest Hills. You lived in a pretty nice neighborhood, your parents never approved of you spending so much time in a trailer park. It didn’t matter that you were much happier at Eddie’s than at home.

You rode the downhill momentum to Eddie’s trailer, parking it next to the front door. Eddie opened the door for you before you even reached it, a wide grin on his face. He was shirtless, low jeans exposing the V leading down below that you wanted to see more of.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, stepping back and holding the door wide for you to walk in.

“Hi,” you said. Eddie closed the door behind you. “Wanna go to your room?”

“Not wasting any time, huh, princess?” Eddie asked, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed slowly up your neck, nipping every now and then. You melted back against him, eyes dropping closed as you moaned.

“Did you get condoms?” you asked.

“I did.” He slid the box from his back pocket, holding it up for you between his pointer and middle finger.

“Large instead of extra large?” you teased, looking at the writing on the package.

Eddie shrugged. “They didn’t have any bigger. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Eddie knew he was big, but he didn’t let it go to his head. Well, most of the time. He led you down the hall to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He was kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe, the only thing keeping him grounded to this reality. His hands roamed your body, sending tingles through your skin. Every now and then you’d break from one another, gasping for air for only a moment before your lips found each other again.

You fell back onto his bed as he tossed the condoms onto his bedside table and he kissed up your body from your ankles back to your lips, tongue exploring your mouth with an eagerness. He undid your jeans and pulled them down your legs, savoring every inch of skin he uncovered, even though he’d just fucked you multiple times last night. Enough didn’t exist for him when it came to you.

His hands slid up your top next, kissing your stomach and your tits as he uncovered them. No bra beneath, which had him groaning. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it as he sucked, moaning against your skin.

“Eddie,” you moaned, back arching slightly off the bed. “Fuck.”

He switched to your other nipple, never one to neglect any part of your perfect body. Eddie’s hand slipped beneath your panties, fingers tracing through your soaking folds.

“So wet for me,” he commented, his voice low as he bit down gently on your skin, earning a gasp. “Love how wet you get for me. Desperate, pretty little thing.”

You could have said something about how he was just as desperate for you with how painfully rock hard he was and that you could feel it even through his jeans, but you couldn’t form words with the way he was slipping a finger inside of you, his thumb playing with your clit, rubbing circles. He slipped in a second finger, pumping them in and out while he pressed down harder on your clit.

“Eddie, Eddie,” you moaned, mind deliriously hazy, grinding your pussy down against him.

He kissed down your body, slipping your panties off and then replacing his thumb with his mouth, his tongue flicking your clit before he pushed his two fingers back in, curling them deep, pressing right against that spot he somehow always knew how to find immediately.

“Eddie!” you cried out, grabbing onto one of his pillows and burying your face in it. Eddie chuckled against you, but didn’t relent. He was determined to have you fall completely apart for him, determined to have you cumming all over his tongue and fingers.

You felt like you were floating above the clouds, Eddie’s sinful tongue taking you straight to heaven. He wrapped his free hand around your thigh, burying himself as deep into your cunt as he possibly could. He was starving for you, and he was completely content if this was how he died.

Your body was filled with liquid heat, the coil tightening in your belly. You pulled on his long hair, earning a groan from Eddie, his fingers pumping faster, lips sucking harder on your sensitive clit.

“Gonna cum, Ed,” you moaned, body writhing on the bed, the pleasure almost too much for you. Your words only made Eddie go harder, rutting his hips against the bed for some friction on his throbbing dick.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” 

You fell apart calling his name over and over again. Half the trailer park had to know what the two of you got up to on a near nightly basis, but at least Wayne wasn’t home. Eddie worked you through your orgasm, moaning as he lapped up everything you gave him, cock twitching at the feeling of you tightening, pulsing around his fingers.

Eddie pulled his fingers out of you, placing one last kiss against your pussy as he moved back to look over your naked body, chest heaving, tits and pussy on full display, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. 

“You look beautiful like this,” Eddie said, his own lips and chin wet with the remains of your climax as he smirked down at you. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

You whimpered at his words as Eddie undid his belt, his eyes locked on yours. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down until his cock sprung free. He shed them from his body, leaving both of you naked.

He kissed all over your body again, sending tingles through your skin. Eddie always liked to take his time with you, liked to savor it. You fucked all the time, but it was never any less sacred to him. You reached between you and grabbed his cock, making him groan. You could feel it throbbing in your hand. He was so needy tonight.

“You ready for me baby?” he asked, reaching for the unopened box of condoms on his table. He ripped open the box, pulling out a foil packet that was smaller than usual.

“Yes,” you whined. “Need you in me.”

Eddie ripped the packet open with his teeth, examining the rubber. He shrugged, starting to roll it onto his cock. He hissed. “Tight fit.”

“You sure it’s gonna be okay…?” you asked, watching Eddie struggle to get the condom over his impressive length.

“Yeah, it’s…I got it,” he grunted, finally getting it all the way on. It technically fit, just not well. “I am not missing out on fucking you tonight.”

“I guess if it works…” You bit the side of your lip, eyeing him.

“Oh, I’m gonna make it work.” He kissed at your neck again, reaching between your bodies to line his tip up at your entrance. He trailed it through your folds, getting himself nice and wet. He pressed against your hole again. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, and then drew in a sharp gasp as Eddie pushed his cock inside.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, you never get any less tight. Shit, babe.”

And he never got any less huge. As many times as you’d had sex at this point, it never got any less intense. It had actually hurt the first time - at least that went away. You hadn’t been a virgin, but damn.

He set a pace rolling his hips into you deep, fucking you slowly and sensually. Making love to you. He couldn’t stop kissing you everywhere, couldn’t control the way you made him feel like he was going to explode with how much he loved you and how good you made him feel.

“My beautiful girl,” he cooed, big hands holding your thighs up against your chest. He had the perfect view of your pussy taking his cock, he could watch every inch of himself sinking into you. He wished he had a camera - he’d love to have this view to look at whenever he wanted.

“Feels so good, Eds,” you moaned, rolling your hips up as much as you could to meet his thrusts at his pace. Your bodies were working together in perfect synchronicity, a beautiful harmony of bodies and passion and love.

“Can I go faster?” he asked, out of breath from his efforts of keeping himself under control. “Can I fuck you?”

“Please,” you cried. “Please.”

Eddie began snapping his hips into you faster, harder. The sounds of your moans and skin meeting filled the small room, drowning out the soft music over the stereo. His headboard banged into the wall with every thrust, chipping the paint.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” he groaned, his head thrown back and eyes closed. You were addicted to watching the way his muscles in his neck and chest flexed, clenched. Like he was holding back.

But god, the feeling of his cock pounding into you mercilessly like this? It was unreal.

He pulled out of you abruptly, but before you could complain about it he was flipping you onto your stomach. He spread your legs slightly and mounted you from behind, slipping back in with ease.

You gasped again at the intrusion, but this angle somehow felt even better. You looked over at the mirror on his dresser, watching as he pounded you from behind, looking down at you like he wanted to devour you whole. You could see his whole body, the way his thighs clenched with every thrust into you, the slightest jiggle of his ass, the way his hands were gripping your ass so tightly it would leave marks.

“Oh, god,” you whined so quiet you didn’t even think he could hear you. 

“Doing so good, baby. That’s it,” he grunted. “Just take it, take me, let me fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

You were falling apart. You felt like you were frantically clinging to the edge of a cliff, the precipice of your undoing. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum again.”

He groaned, fucking you faster. “Yeah, that’s it princess. Let yourself go for me. Wanna feel you cum on this cock.”

You grabbed onto the pillow, biting down onto it as you started to see stars, your eyes rolling back as you came for the second time.

“Ah! Ah!” Eddie was gasping and groaning from behind you, the way your pussy was clenching around him was driving him crazy. “Fuck, ‘m close.”

“Please cum for me,” you begged him. “Please. I need it, need to have it.”

Eddie groaned loudly. “Fuck! Yeah, baby, go on and take it. Take the way I’m fucking you. Take this fucking load. Shit!”

He stilled deep inside you, as deep as he could go. He moaned and moaned into your neck, cock pulsing as he came. “Ah! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck-“

You were both gasping for breath, both completely spent. Eddie didn’t want to move from on top of you - he could have fallen asleep right there. You were in such a dreamy post-sex trance, you might have just let him. Let him sleep with his cock in you.

But he had to move. He pulled out of you, rubbing your back as he did. Then, you felt him freeze behind you.

“Oh shit,” he said, clear panic rising in his voice that only set your own anxiety off. “Uh-“ He was nearly

hyperventilating. “Shit shit shit. Shit! Fuck!”

“What??” you asked, turning and sitting up in the bed, equally panicked just from his reaction.

Eddie held up the condom - the ripped, empty condom.

Your blood went ice cold. “Ed-“

“Fuck, what the fuck are we gonna do?” Eddie asked, in pure panic mode. “What if I got you-“

“That hasn’t happened yet,” you said quickly. “Some people have sex for years without getting pregnant, you know? Just because you…finished inside, doesn’t mean I’m necessarily pregnant.”

Eddie wanted to listen to your voice of reason, but it wasn’t helping. He knew the risks of what had happened. He knew how bad his odds were. You were young, healthy. Teenagers. Still in high school. And with his luck…

“Fuck,” he said, sitting on the edge of his bed. He angrily threw the broken condom into the trash can before covering his face with his hands.

“Baby…” you said, your voice small. “Are you mad?”

“Not at you,” he said, turning and taking your hands. “God, never at you. I’m mad I was such an idiot. I never should have used those condoms. I’m a fucking dumbass.”

You looked at him, sympathetic for how hard he was being on himself. “You didn’t know. It’s okay.” You squeezed his hands. “We’re in this together no matter what, right?”

Eddie was quiet for a minute. “What if I just ruined your life? All because I couldn’t hold off for a day.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean?”

“If you’re…if I got you…” He looked like he couldn’t even say the word. He turned forward, resting his arms on his legs. “It’s going to ruin your life. You’re so smart, baby, you have so much you can do. My life…well, I’m on my third senior year attempt, so I don’t see college in my future. I’m a drug dealer. I still live with my uncle. I’m going to drag you down.”

“Eddie, that is not true,” you said sternly. “Don’t ever talk bad about yourself like that. You are not dragging me down.”

“Everything I said is a fact,” he said sadly. “You’re…you’re better than me, princess. I would hate myself if I tied you down with a baby right now.”

“Eddie.” You turned his head to look at you. “I don’t feel any of those things. I think you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And if we…well, we’ll face it together if it happens, yeah?”

Eddie considered your words. Finally he nodded slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Eddie, I love you. More than anything.” You kissed his cheek.

“I love you too, baby girl,” he said, moving to kiss you again. His lips lingered against yours, the kiss lasting longer than intended. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

“You’re too good for me, you know that?” he said.

You shook your head. You heard that enough from your parents, you didn’t need him saying it too. “Not true.”

He smiled softly at you, like he didn’t quite believe you. But he didn’t push the matter, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. “I love you.”

“And we’re in this together,” you said. “We’re in this life together. No matter what.”

A small smile. “No matter what.”

—

Three weeks later, you missed your period.

Every day you checked, looking to see if it had finally come, just late enough to give you the scare of your life and teach you a real lesson. How could we have been so stupid? you’d think, frustrated with yourselves for making an obvious mistake just to fuck each other. We couldn’t stay off each other for one night?

Eddie seemed to have completely forgotten. He didn’t mention it again, didn’t ask about your period (it’s not like he kept track of your cycle anyway), wasn’t stressed at all. You didn’t mention your worry because you didn’t want to bring him into your anxiety spiral with you. 

When your period was a week late, you came clean to Robin outside after school.

“What???” she exclaimed, way louder than you would have liked. You shushed her, putting your hand over her mouth. A few classmates in the parking lot turned to look at you, but quickly lost interest. You removed your hand once she got the idea. “You think you might be pregnant?” she whispered.

“I…yeah, I think so,” you said. You couldn’t meet her eyes.

“How could you- oh my god.” She looked like she was freaking out more than you even were. “How did this happen?”

“A condom that was too small?” you explained sheepishly. “It broke.”

She just looked at you, blinking. “Of all the risks to take-“

“I know,” you said.

“Does Eddie know?” she asked, lowering her voice even further.

“That the condom broke?”

“That you’re late,” she said, giving you a look like now isn’t the time for jokes.

You looked down. “No. I think he forgot all about it.”

“He forgot-“ Robin looked like she was about to explode with the lecture brewing in her brain. “We have to get a test. Find out for sure before you scare the shit out of him.”

A test. Your stomach hurt at the thought.

“Will you go with me?”

“Of course,” she said, holding your hand. “We can get Steve to take us to the pharmacy on the way home. Or to my place.”

“Steve?” you said, looking at her like she was crazy. “You want Steve Harrington to take us to get a pregnancy test?”

“He won’t tell anyone,” she said quickly. “He’s trustworthy. I promise.”

Eddie came walking out of the school then, laughing with Jeff and Grant. He saw you and flashed you a big smile, immediately heading in your direction. You and Robin both looked at him with awkward, halfhearted smiles in return.

“Hey, baby,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Ready to go?”

“Um, actually,” you said, “Robin asked if I wanted to go study at her house.”

“Oh,” Eddie said, surprised. Usually you wouldn’t change plans at the last minute. He looked at you with his brows furrowed, but didn’t question you further. “Okay, that’s cool. I’ll call you tonight?”

“Okay.” You forced yourself to give the most convincing smile you could. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips before he twirled his keys around his finger once and nodded at Robin. “See you later, ladies.”

You watched him get in his van and leave before you and Robin met Steve at his car.

“About time,” he said to Robin. “I’ve been waiting here forever.”

“We have an emergency,” Robin said immediately once everyone was in the car, you in the back seat.

Steve froze. “What kind of emergency?”

“A pregnancy emergency.”

Steve looked at Robin like she had grown a second head. “Robin, you’re a lesbian.”

“Not me, dingus!” Robin said, slapping him lightly on the arm. “Her!”

“Oh,” he said. He turned around and looked at you, then his eyes went wide. “With Eddie?”

You blushed, unsure what to say, but Robin smacked him on the arm again. “Don’t be rude!”

“Ow,” he mumbled. He started the car and pulled out of the Hawkins High parking lot. “So, you want me to…?”

“Take us to the pharmacy to get a test,” Robin said.

Steve nodded. It was obvious he felt extremely awkward. “Okay. Got it.”

He drove the three of you to the pharmacy, where he waited in the car while you and Robin went inside. You felt embarrassed, like every person in the store could look at you and tell what you were there for.

“I think they’re back here,” Robin mumbled, looking through the aisles. Sure enough, you found the pregnancy tests in the back with the condoms and tampons.

“Um…I guess just this one?” she said, picking up a box that said Clearblue. “Results in 30 minutes.”

30 minutes to find out if your life would be changed forever, you thought. You followed Robin to the checkout counter, where an older lady was working. You and Robin gave your best we are absolutely not dealing with the epidemic of teen pregnancy right now looks - trying to be as nonchalant as possible. The lady looked at you strangely, but said nothing at all.

Back in the car with Steve, you felt like you could breathe again.

“Got the goods?” he asked, starting the car.

“Yes,” Robin announced proudly. “It was relatively painless.”

“For you,” you mumbled.

Steve drove back to Robin’s with nothing but the sound of the radio playing. The atmosphere was heavy, or maybe you were just imagining that with how scared you were, how much you were dreading what was to come.

When Steve pulled up outside of Robin’s house, he looked at the two of you awkwardly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you in the morning,” Robin said. She climbed out and you followed suit, walking up to the house with the pharmacy bag clutched in Robin’s fist. Steve called out “Good luck!” through the window.

Her parents weren’t home, which you were grateful for. You didn’t want to have to explain anything, like what you’d bought, or, later, why you were having a mental breakdown.

Robin took the test out of the bag, you looking at the box over her shoulder. She opened it and pulled out a piece of paper. The two of you read the instructions in silence.

“So, it looks like you just, uh, collect the sample, then put it in these little pots, and if it’s blue, you’re pregnant.”

You nodded. “Seems simple enough.”

“I think we got it.” Robin handed the box to you. “Good luck, girl.”

“Thanks.” You gave her a look before you took the stuff out of the box. You went in the bathroom, and took the test.

Once it was in progress, you and Robin sat on her bed. “30 minutes,” you reminded her.

Silence.

“Are you nervous?” Robin asked. “No, sorry, that was a stupid question. Are you scared out of your mind?”

“Yes,” you answered easily. “Fucking terrified.”

Robin took a deep breath, as if she was the one who’s life was on the line. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise. Either way, you’re a smart girl. You’re gonna figure this out.”

You weren’t so sure. If you were so smart, why were you sitting here in this situation right now? You’d think you would have known better than to use that fucking condom. “Eddie is going to lose it.”

“If it’s positive,” Robin said. “This could be nothing. Just a lesson learned.”

That’s what you hoped, but you weren’t sure you’d be so lucky. After an excruciating wait, the timer went off on Robin’s watch. She turned it off, then looked at you. “The moment of truth.”

You took a deep breath. You were pretty sure you were about to throw up all over Robin’s beige carpet. You walked into the bathroom, acting like you were in a haunted house and someone was about to jump from around the corner and scare the shit out of you.

You reached the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror before you allowed yourself to look down. You looked scared. You just knew Eddie knew something was up, if you looked like this you weren’t hiding shit. You thought this might be the last time you saw yourself this way, as just a teenage girl with a normal life.

You looked down.

Blue.

Your heart stopped in your chest. Hot tears sprung to your eyes, and you didn’t know what to do - that was the first thought in your head. I don’t know what to do.

“Are you okay?” Robin asked from outside the room. “Do you want me to come in there?”

You stepped out, hands shaking where you were playing with your ring. Robin looked at you with worry written all over her features. “What’s the verdict?”

“You’re going to be an auntie,” you said. As soon as the words were out of your mouth, the walls caved in. You couldn’t breathe. You felt like the walls were pressing in all around you, trapping you, stealing your oxygen.

“Oh, jeez,” Robin said, rushing over to you. “Hey, it’s okay. Just breathe. Just breathe with me.” She started taking long, slow breaths, trying to guide you, but you weren’t hearing any of it. You couldn’t hear her over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, your heart racing, knees going weak as you collapsed onto the floor.

“Shit!” Robin dropped to her knees next to you, pushing your hair out of your face, lightly tapping your cheek. “Hey, look. Listen. I need you to breathe with me, okay? I need you to breathe. Jesus, you’re seriously having a panic attack.”

All you could think of was Eddie, of the future. Would Eddie leave you? He said you were in this together if the worst happened, but what if he hadn’t meant that? What if he only meant it when it wasn’t really happening? People never really know what they’re going to do in a situation until it happens to them. He was young. He wanted to be a rockstar.

You were sobbing, the kind of ugly sobs where you were gasping for air, desperate to draw something into your lungs but finding nothing. You didn’t think you’d ever cried so hard in your life. Not even when Jason Carver broke your heart in 7th grade.

Robin muttered your name. “You’re scaring me. Please calm down, babe, it’s…you’re going to be okay.”

You did your best to breathe along with her, and eventually you were drawing in shaking breaths, laying on her chest and soaking her shirt with your tears. She just stroked your hair, patiently letting you calm down. When the numbness kicked in, the tears stopped and you merely sniffled, wiping at your eyes.

“Do you want me to call Eddie to come take you home?” she asked softly.

You nodded. “Can you?” you croaked, your voice hoarse.

“Of course. Do you know his number by heart?”

You nodded. You dialed the number for her and she held the phone to her ear. It rang a couple times, and you wondered if he might not answer and what you’d do then. But finally you heard the timbre of his voice through the phone.

“Hey, Eddie,” Robin said. “Can- yes, she’s here. She’s- she’s fine. Yes she’s fine. Just feeling a little sick. Can you come bring her home? Yeah. Okay. Bye.” Robin hung up the phone and turned to you with a reassuring smile. “He’s on his way.”

Eddie, who drove like a maniac on a normal day, arrived at Robin’s minutes later. You went downstairs, and Robin stopped you right before you got to the front door.

“You’re going to be okay,” she said, pulling you into a hug.

“Should I…am I supposed to tell him now?” you asked, your voice weak.

“Maybe you should,” she said. “Just get it over with. Rip the bandaid off.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“You got this,” she said. “I promise.”

You left the house, walking down to the street where Eddie’s van was idling. You could hear his music playing from outside. You opened the passenger door and climbed in.

“Jesus,” Eddie said when he saw you, eyes still swollen and red, looking like hell. He quickly turned the music down. “Shit, baby, what happened?”

You let out another big breath. How were you supposed to do this? Just say it? Rock his world like that with just two words? Two little words to change his life forever. And he didn’t even know it. He had no idea what was coming to him.

“You can start driving,” you told him instead of explaining anything at all.

He looked at you with worry. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes soft. “Baby. What’s going on?”

You fought the tears back. You were not going to cry again. One slipped out and you wiped it away.

“Are you crying?” he asked. “Babe, you’re scaring me. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’ll talk while you drive,” you said.

He just looked at you. “Okay. Mine or yours?”

“I have to go home. My mom is cooking lasagna.” You dreaded seeing your parents, especially tonight. You weren’t telling them now, that was for sure. They were going to lose their minds.

“Okay.” He pulled away from the curb, beginning the short drive to your house. “Now talk.”

You twisted your ring around your finger - your main nervous habit. Eddie clocked it immediately.

“Is it bad?”

Was it? Yes. And no. It was both, you supposed. You didn’t really know how to answer that question right now.

“I took a test.”

Eddie looked over at you, confused. “A test? What kind of test? Not your SAT? That wasn’t supposed to be until next month.”

Something about the fact that he remembered when your SAT test was taking place warmed your heart. Sure you had talked about it, how nervous you were and how much work you were putting into studying for it, but you never thought he’d remember the actual date. Those worries felt miles away now, trivial.

“No.”

“Then what kind of test?” he asked. “Did you get a bad grade? Because baby, it’s really not the end of the world, you’re so smart-“

“Do you remember the broken condom?”

Silence. Complete, heavy silence, like a blanket over you both.

“Yes,” he finally said.

Deep breath. “Eddie-“

“Are you pregnant?” You could see his knuckles turning white around the steering wheel. His arms were shaking slightly.

“Me and Robin got a test. We took it and…it was positive.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered. “You’re sure?”

“I think so.”

Eddie had reached your house. He killed the engine in the driveway behind your parents’ cars. The reminder of your parents sent the nausea rolling through your stomach again. He didn’t look at you. He chewed on his thumb nail as he looked out the window.

Minutes went by without a word spoken. It scared you. What was he thinking? Was he going to leave you?

“Can you say something?” you asked when you couldn’t take it anymore. “Please.”

He looked at you. His eyes were swimming with a million thoughts. You wanted to reach inside his mind and see what was happening.

“So…you’re pregnant,” he said, a mixture between a statement and a question.

“Yes. At least, that’s what the test said.”

“Is there a possibility that you’re not?” he asked, the hope in his voice making your chest ache.

“The test said it was 99% accurate.”

His eyes closed. He blew out a big breath, then rubbed his hands over his face. He looked like he was trying to erase the nightmare. You didn’t really blame him, but there was no running.

He didn’t say anything for a while. He was looking down, like he was completely lost in his thoughts. “So you’re pregnant,” he said again.

Your turn to pause. “Yes. I guess so.”

“I thought…” He cleared his throat. “I thought we were in the clear. You didn’t say anything for weeks-“

“My period was late, but I didn’t want to scare you,” you mumbled.

“You should have told me,” he said. He still wasn’t looking at you, and that was starting to scare you.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I was just…I was scared. I didn’t want you to be scared, too.”

It was silent. The seconds ticked on like hours as you waited for him to respond, to say anything. Every second that passed increased your anxiety, increased the fear that you’d end up doing this alone. Eddie was going to leave you.

Eddie was spiraling. How could this happen? Well, he knew the answer to that. But what shitty luck, right? What did this mean? It meant everything. It meant his earth was turning on its axis, time was changing, he would be changing. What does our future look like? Eddie didn’t have any fucking money. He had a little from his dealing, but - fuck, he couldn’t be a drug dealer and a dad. But he’d have to do something. He’d have to start bringing in money immediately. Paying for your appointments, for the baby supplies. Then paying to survive, bills and food and a whole human baby who would need diapers and wipes and all kinds of stuff. What will this do to our relationship? What if you broke up? What if he became a single dad, seeing his kid every other weekend, paying child support, forever having to watch you with another man? And most of all - what if he wasn’t cut out to be a dad? He didn’t exactly have the best example growing up.

“Eddie, when it happened, we said we’d do it together, right?” you reminded him. “Don’t do this. Don’t get upset and push me away. Not now.”

Eddie didn’t say anything. He still wouldn’t look at you. “I think I just…need to process this.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, worried. Your stomach felt like it was in knots, your chest tight again. You didn’t know what you’d do if Eddie left you. Your parents would probably be kicking you out, and you’d be homeless. Homeless and a single mom.

“I just need to think about things, okay?” he said. “I…need to be alone. To think.”

You looked at him. You willed him to turn and look at you, to tell you everything was going to be okay, that he still loved you and was going to be here for you. But he didn’t do or say any of those things. Your heart sunk to your toes.

“Okay, Eddie,” you finally said. You waited to see if he’d say anything else, but he didn’t. No goodbye, no I love you as you got out of the van and walked to your front door. You heard him driving away as you opened the door and walked inside.

The smell of the lasagna was overpowering as you walked in, and with your sensitive pregnancy sense of smell, you almost threw up on your mom’s fancy carpet.

“It’s about time you got home,” your mom said as you walked into the kitchen. She was setting the table, your dad already seated. “We were just about to eat without you.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, dropping your bag by the wall and taking your usual seat. 

“Don’t do that,” your dad snapped.

“Do what?” You were genuinely confused, but you really weren’t in the mood to deal with your parents any more than you had to tonight.

“Mumble,” he said. “It’s rude.”

“Sorry,” you said again, clearer this time.

“You weren’t with that loser boyfriend of yours, were you?” your dad asked with a snort. Your mom smiled lightly to herself - you knew she agreed.

“Eddie is not a loser,” you said, knowing it was a mistake.

“Don’t get an attitude with me,” he said. “The boy is a mess. He’s dumb as rocks, repeating his senior year for the third time. He’s always in trouble with the police. I think the boy does drugs. He’s dragging you down, and you refuse to see that.”

You were seething, thinking about stabbing your fork right in his stupid smug face. “That’s not true.”

“Honey, it is,” your mom said. “You could do so much better. I really think you should-“

“Mom, I’m not breaking up with Eddie,” you said, looking down as you poked at your food. Although, you thought to yourself, he might just do it for me anyway.

“You don’t talk to your mother like that,” your dad said, beginning to raise his voice. You could feel a headache coming on. Actually - you could feel more than that. Nausea rose in your stomach quickly and you jumped up from the table, nearly knocking your chair over in the process, and ran to the downstairs bathroom. You fell to your knees and emptied your stomach, trying to hold your hair back and not make a mess.

When you were finally done, you cleaned up and walked back to the kitchen. “I don’t feel good,” you said. “I’m going to go lay down. Thank you for dinner.”

You turned and left, hearing your dad yell from behind you.

“You better not be pregnant!”

—

After he dropped you off, Eddie drove around for a while. He wasn’t going anywhere specific, didn’t have anywhere he wanted to be. He just needed to think.

He thought about every scenario, every possibility. The good, which made his chest feel warm, made him want to turn the car around and apologize and tell you he can’t wait to do this with you - and the bad, which stopped him. He ended up back at his trailer, Wayne already gone for the night.

He didn’t know what to do. This was life shattering. He didn’t want to ruin your life any more than he wanted to ruin his own. He knew it was a long shot, but he wanted to be successful with his music one day. He was going to be letting the whole band down.

Eddie picked up the phone. He just held it for a while, debating. Wondering if he really wanted to do this. He dialed the number he had memorized.

The recording asked him for the inmate number - he had that memorized, too. He punched it in, waiting. After a number of rings, the phone was picked up.

“Hello?” the gruff voice came from the other end of the line.

“Dad,” Eddie said, his voice broken.

“Well, I’ll be,” Al Munson said, a laugh in his voice. “If it isn’t my boy. What brings you to call your dear old dad tonight?” 

Eddie sighed. “I just…something’s happened. I didn’t know who to go to.”

“Oh yeah?” Al sounded amused, like this was entertaining to him. “And what’s that?”

Eddie let out another deep breath. “I got my girlfriend pregnant.”

It was silent for a minute. Then, Al laughed. “Well damn, boy.”

Eddie felt sick to his stomach. This wasn’t going how he hoped. He didn’t know what he had been hoping for, but it wasn’t this. He regretted picking up the phone. “Yeah.”

“Well, isn’t that just fuckin’ great!” Al said. “I’m gonna be a granddaddy. Well, Ed, while you were stickin’ your dick in anything that moves, I’m over here working hard, day and night, for nothin’. You better be grateful for what you have, boy, and get that girl an abortion. This is going to ruin both of y’all’s lives. Put an end to it now while you can.”

That little rant was the last thing Eddie had expected to hear from his father. He felt like his head was spinning, his chest tightening. “Dad, I- I’m not gonna ask her to get an abortion.”

“Why the hell not?” Al laughed. “Believe me, son, you’re gonna regret this. You’re gonna regret throwing your life away. You got that little band, don’t you? Don’t you want to try to make it big?”

It sounded mocking when he said it, but it was true for Eddie. He did have those dreams, as childish and far fetched as they may be. And he knew you wanted to go to a good college, wanted to make something of yourself.

“She’s my priority,” Eddie said. “If she wants this baby, I’ll have this baby with her.”

“Son, you’re a fool,” Al said.

Eddie clenched his fist. He had the sudden urge to punch a wall. “I love her.”

Al laughed, hard. “Like I said. A fool.”

Eddie hung up the phone, slamming it down onto the receiver. He was seething, taking deep breaths, his hands shaking where they were still clenched tightly. The phone call with his dad had only served to make him even more upset, now angry, at his dad, at himself, at the situation.

He didn’t know why he had called his dad in the first place. His dad had never been dad of the year. He hadn’t even seen him in person for 7 years, not since he went to prison. And before then, before Wayne, he was neglectful. Eddie cringed as he remembered Wayne shaving his head the day he moved in, his curls in mats.

His dad had never been a father. The only things he ever taught him were how to hotwire a car, how to be a good liar, how to steal without getting caught, how to deal without getting caught. His dad knew all about dealing - more than weed.

He remembered his mother. The little pieces he still had of her, at least. It made his chest feel warm, thinking of how she had loved him, how caring and kind she had been. He had no idea how she ever ended up with Al Munson. She was an angel.

Eddie knew you would be just as good of a mother as his own mom had been. He knew you’d be the best mother ever. He didn’t worry for a second about how his kid would turn out when it came to you.

But what about him? He already passed on his genes, isn’t that enough damage? Maybe he should take himself out of the equation. Run. Get away from this kid before he has the chance to fuck them up. Because surely that’s what will happen - he’ll damage them beyond repair, make them into as big of a fuckup as he is.

But no. He can’t just abandon you like that. As much as he knows this kid would be better off without him, he knew you wouldn’t. He couldn’t leave you to raise a child alone. Especially not with your shitty parents - god, how would they react to this? Not well, that was for damn sure. You wouldn’t have their support and he knew it.

There was really only one thing for him to do.

—

You cried your eyes out that night. Your pillow was soaked with tears, your eyes still red and puffy from earlier, now worse. You wondered if you could get by with missing school - your parents had heard you getting sick. But what if they made you go to the doctor? Fuck.

You woke up the next morning with your face practically stuck to your pillow. You wiped the dried tears away. You went into your bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror - you looked like hell. Your lower lip trembled, and you just knew it was going to start up again, but you were able to hold it back.

You splashed cold water on your face, helping to soothe your flushed skin. Then you turned the shower on, undressing and stepping into the hot water. It relaxed you immediately, the water beating down on your shoulders and easing the ache in your bones. You didn’t know sadness could make you so physically miserable. Or maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe both.

When you were done with your shower, you dried yourself off, then started on your hair and makeup. You dressed like you felt, in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Your parents had already left for work. You bounded downstairs, nausea still plaguing you.

You grabbed a granola bar from the pantry and forced yourself to eat it. You weren’t even sure how you were getting to school - was Eddie coming? Should you call Robin and Steve?

You were just considering picking up the phone when you heard a car horn honking from out front. You peered through the kitchen window, seeing Eddie’s van.

Your stomach clenched in knots. Was he here to break up with you? To tell you he wasn’t going to do this?

You grabbed your bag and walked out of the house, locking the front door behind you. You stuffed your hands in your hoodie pockets as you walked to the van. He reached across the seats and opened the door for you when you reached it.

You looked at him cautiously as you climbed in. You were trying to read his face, to prepare yourself for what was to come. He was unreadable, though. That was rare for Eddie - usually you could read him like a book.

He started the car and pulled out of your driveway. It was a few miserable, tense minutes before he finally said something.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I scared you last night. I just needed to think.” He reached over and took your hand in his right one, driving only with his left. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to do this alone.”

Tears brewed in your eyes, but this time they weren’t necessarily sad ones. “I was scared.”

“I know, baby,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” A pause. “I’m scared, too.”

“Where did you go?” you asked.

“I just drove around,” he answered honestly. “Went home and, uh…called my old man.”

Your eyes went wide. “How did that go?”

Eddie scoffed. “As well as you’d imagine.”

You softened. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He waved you off, like the conversation wasn’t still eating him up inside. “It just…made me realize that I never want to be like my dad. I never want to make my kid feel the way he makes me feel.”

“You would never, Eddie,” you said softly. “You’re nothing like your dad.”

He shook his head. “I’m not so sure. I feel like a chip off the ol’ block.”

“You’re nothing like your dad,” you said again, firmer this time. There wasn’t a single thing you saw in common between Eddie and Al Munson. You’d never had the displeasure of meeting him, but you had heard plenty.

Eddie gave you a sad smile before turning back to the road. “Well, it means a lot that you think so.”

“I know so.”

It was quiet for a minute. A less tense quiet than it had been minutes ago. “I just…I’m sorry for running out on you like that,” Eddie said. “We’re partners, right? Always will be. In everything. Especially this.”

His words made you feel better. You had longed for him to come back and do this, to tell you he didn’t mean to act that way and that he loved you and this baby. That wasn’t exactly how it happened, but it was close enough.

“I love you,” Eddie continued. “I would never abandon you, I fucking swear that.”

You squeezed his hand. “I love you too, Eds.”

Another minute of quiet. The gears were turning in Eddie’s head, his mind still spinning even as he drove the familiar path to school on autopilot. “But we need to talk about it.”

“About what?”

“The baby,” he said, the first time either of you were saying the words. “We need to talk about what we’re gonna do. And how we’re gonna do it.”

“Can we go to your place after school?” you asked, playing with the strings on your hoodie.

“Sure, baby.” He squeezed your hand, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

When Robin saw you in the parking lot, she sped over to Eddie’s van, throwing her arms around you in a hug as you stepped out. “How are you feeling? Are you okay? You look like hell.”

“Thanks,” you said sarcastically. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“No.” You mustered up a smile. “But you don’t have to worry about me. Seriously.”

“Um, you had a full on panic attack on my bedroom floor yesterday after getting life shattering news. Of course I’m worried about you.”

You were grateful to have a friend that was so supportive and caring, but you couldn’t handle the attention right now. You already felt like you were drowning in worries. “I promise I’m okay, Robs.”

She looked at you skeptically, but accepted it. “Okay. If you say so. But tell me if you’re not, okay? I’m here with you. Always.”

You felt bad for pushing her away. Robin cared about you more than most people in your life. The least you could do was let her.

The school day passed uneventfully. Part of you had been worried that the news was written on your forehead and everyone would know. You just knew someone would be able to tell, then the whole school would know and you’d be even more of a pariah than you were for being The Freak’s girlfriend.

You were still relieved to climb into Eddie’s van at the end of the day. You always felt safe with him - being alone with Eddie was like coming home. He drove the two of you back to the trailer. Wayne was still home when you arrived.

“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted you when the two of you walked inside. He was dressed for work at the plant, drinking a cup of coffee with his lunchbox sitting on the counter next to him.

“Hey, Wayne,” you said with a genuine smile.

“Oh, hey, Eddie. How was your day? It was fine, thanks. How was yours?” Eddie said, pretending to be upset at being ignored.

“How was that math test?” Wayne asked him with a raised eyebrow.

Eddie paled. “We’re going to my room. See ya, Wayne!” He quickly ushered you into his bedroom while you laughed.

“How was the math test?” you spun and asked him once you were alone in his room.

“God, I don’t even want to think about it,” Eddie muttered. “I already know I failed.”

Your chest ached. “I told you I’d study with you.”

“Yeah, well…” Eddie said, “I had a lot on my mind today anyway.”

You knew the feeling. You’d barely been able to pay attention in class today. You knew this discussion was coming, and you didn’t know how it was going to go.

Eddie flopped back on his bed, and you took a seat next to him. He rubbed your back gently.

“You wanted to talk?” you reminded him, the nerves creeping up on you. What if this wasn’t a good talk?

“I just…” Eddie sighed. “How are we going to do this?”

You didn’t know. You hadn’t really had the chance to think that far ahead. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah…exactly.” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, tangled from how much he’d been messing with it today. “Are you sure you don’t want to…?”

“To what?” you asked. “Get an abortion?”

“Yeah.”

You thought. “I just don’t think I can, Eddie.”

Eddie continued rubbing your back. “I understand, baby. It’s okay. It was just an option.”

Not that there was anything wrong with getting an abortion - it just didn’t feel right for you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not upset.” If Eddie was being honest with himself, he wished you would get the abortion. He felt that was the best choice for you both, the easiest choice. The idea of the two of you keeping this baby scared him shitless. But he’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do with your own body.

“So…” Eddie began awkwardly. “How will we make money? To support us and the baby?”

“I don’t know,” you said quietly.

“Okay. Where will we live?”

“I don’t know.”

“Baby.” Eddie stopped rubbing your back, looking at you seriously. “We really have to figure this shit out.”

“I don’t know!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up. “I really don’t. I don’t know what the fuck we’re going to do. I really wanted to graduate. I wanted to go to college.”

It was quiet. “Baby, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to go to college.”

Your chest ached. You could feel your future slipping from your grasp, the future you’d been building your entire life. The one you’d put so much effort into bringing to fruition in your high school years. It was falling away before your eyes.

“I…I’m gonna drop out,” Eddie said.

“What??” your head snapped in his direction. “Eddie, no.”

“Baby, I…” he scoffed, “I had my chances. If one of us has to drop out to start working so we can save up, it has to be me.”

Tears welled in your eyes. You felt like you’d done so much crying lately. “You’ve been working so hard this year. You’re so close.”

“It has to happen, princess,” he said gently, pushing your hair out of your face. “I have to take care of my family now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, the couple of tears escaping, sliding down your cheeks. You felt horrible. You felt like you were ruining Eddie’s life. “Where are you gonna work?”

“I don’t know. Whatever I can get. Melvald’s, maybe. Restaurant. Anything.”

“Is stuff like that going to take care of all three of us, though?” you asked, the worry eating at you.

“It’s better than nothing, baby. I can keep looking. I just need to start saving money now.”

“Can I still finish school?”

“If you feel up to it,” Eddie said. “But, yeah. I don’t want to make you drop out, too. Maybe you could even go to college in a few years, when the baby is older.”

You smiled at that. “You think?”

“Maybe,” he smiled back. He laid on his back, hands crossed behind his head on his pillow. He looked lost in thought. “I think you should stay home with the baby until they’re older.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. People scare me. I want to know they’re safe.”

You felt the same. There was nowhere safer for your baby than with you, right? Not that you knew all that much about taking care of babies right now. It’s not like you had any siblings or even little cousins. “I agree.”

“Good.”

You laid down on the bed next to Eddie, curling up into his side. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. “How are we gonna tell Wayne and your parents?” he asked.

You let out a long breath. “That’s going to go over horribly with my parents.”

“I know.” He thought for a minute. “I…have no idea how Wayne’s going to react. He’s probably going to be disappointed in me. Which feels pretty bad.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, because he was probably right. And you couldn’t even blame Wayne. You guys had fucked up. And now your lives were forever changed.

“The guys are going to freak,” he said with a sigh.

You hadn’t even thought of the band, or the Hellfire club. How would they react? They were counting on Eddie to help make the band’s dream a reality. Eddie was the guitarist, the lead singer. How was he supposed to do that with a baby?

“I’m sorry your life is ruined,” you muttered, the guilt weighing on your chest.

“It’s not, baby,” he said. “And neither is yours.”

—

You had known about the baby for a couple of days. You were dressing for school, wearing a pair of jeans and a band shirt with a sweater. Eddie was driving you to school like he did every day.

You practically ran down the steps to meet him outside when you heard him pull up, but your mom stopped you right before you got out the front door.

“You need to stop hanging out with that boy,” she said, looking you in the eyes in a way that made you uncomfortable.

“Mom, no,” you said. “I’m not breaking up with Eddie.”

“You need to think about your future,” she said. “That boy is going to ruin your future. Whether you end up pregnant, or on drugs, or living on the streets. You’re going to be 22 years old with three kids and that boy in prison just like his father.”

You weren’t sure if you were about to cry or scream in her face. “You know nothing about Eddie.”

“I know enough.”

You pushed past her, walking to Eddie’s van with your fists clenched. You climbed in, slamming the door.

“Woah, baby mama, what’s wrong?” he asked, beginning to drive away.

“Just my mom,” you muttered. 

“Being herself, I assume,” Eddie said with clear distaste.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t listen to her,” he said. “You know she’s full of shit.”

But her words lingered in your head anyway, plaguing you the way only she could. What if Eddie did get in trouble for dealing and go to jail? It wasn’t impossible. And you were pregnant. God, you were going to have to tell her so, too.

You were distracted all through the school day, but tried your best to focus in class. You were standing up from your desk in english when Tina stopped you, her nose scrunched up like something was disgusting.

“Think you got your period,” she said, snarky as always.

You froze. “W-what?” you asked, looking at her.

“Your period?” she said. “Seems kinda heavy. Might want to go to the nurse’s office.”

She walked off, but you paid no mind to her. You looked down at your seat - and saw it covered in blood. You gasped, covering your mouth in horror - the tears started and you felt your heart shatter in your chest. No. No no no no no no.

You tied your hoodie around your waist and ran out of the room straight to Eddie’s locker, where you nearly crashed into him.

“Woah, babe, what’s going on?” he asked, steadying you by the shoulders. His eyes were swimming with concern.

“We have to go to the ER,” you cried. “Now.”

“Jesus- what’s going on?” Eddie asked.

You leaned in close. “Eddie, I- I think I’m having a miscarriage.”

His eyes went wide. “No. You’re not.”

“We have to go,” you said, taking his hand and walking off. You were acutely aware of the blood all over the back of your jeans, how you were probably still bleeding. What if you were losing the baby right now?

You felt on the verge of hyperventilating. Eddie ran to the van, opening the door for you and laying a towel down in the seat. “Shit, baby,” he cursed as he helped you climb in and saw the blood. His voice cracked, like he was about to start crying, too.

He drove you to the ER as fast as he could without getting pulled over. He had weed in his pocket, and in the back - he didn’t need that. He pulled up to the ER in record time, finding a spot and nearly carrying you into the hospital.

“I think my girlfriend might be having a miscarriage,” he blurted out to the receptionist, who looked up at him like he was stupid.

“What’s your name?” she asked you.

You gave her your name and info.

“How far along are you?”

“I…don’t know,” you admitted. “We just found out.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re pregnant and this isn’t just your period?”

Eddie wished that were true. What a relief that would be, he thought. But if there really was a baby in there - he didn’t want to take any chances. He wasn’t going to lose it.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you said, getting irritated with this lady.

They brought you back to get your vitals, finding your blood pressure high. “Probably from the stress,” the nurse said, but they brought you straight back anyway, having you change into a gown.

A tech came in shortly after. “I need to take you for an ultrasound,” she said, much more kindly than the woman at the front desk.

“Can he come with me?” you asked, holding onto Eddie’s hand tightly.

“I’m afraid not,” she said, looking like she genuinely felt bad. “But we’ll only be gone for a few minutes.”

You followed her down the hall and to a room with an ultrasound machine. “Lay on the table with your legs up there, and scoot all the way down.”

You froze. “I thought ultrasounds were on your stomach?”

“Not this early,” she said apologetically. “It’s just a little uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt.”

You laid on the table, feeling incredibly exposed. She began the ultrasound, the screen turned away from you. She kept pressing buttons and writing things down.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, your stomach aching from anxiety. “Can I see?”

“I can’t show you or tell you anything,” she said, “we have to wait for the doctor. I’m sorry.”

You laid there, staring at the ceiling. You pretended you were anywhere else, doing anything else. You imagined you were at Eddie’s, laying on his bed while he played you a new song on his guitar. “I wrote this one for you, baby,” he’d always say.

She finished up and you were glad to put your legs back together. You followed her back to the room, where Eddie was waiting, bouncing his leg nervously. When you walked in he stood up, rushing over to you. He grabbed your arms. “Is the baby okay?”

“I don’t know yet,” you said. “She couldn’t tell me anything. We have to wait for the doctor.”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid,” Eddie said. “Why couldn’t she just say ‘yes, everything’s okay? You can stop worrying about the fate of your child’?”

Your child. Eddie caring about the fate of your baby so much made you feel a little better. You just hoped it wasn’t about to be ripped away from you like this.

You got back in the bed and the two of you waited nervously. It was maybe 30 miserable minutes later that the doctor walked in, introducing himself.

“How’s the baby?” Eddie asked as soon as the doctor stopped talking.

He pulled out some images, holding them out to show you. Eddie leaned over your shoulder to look at them. You couldn’t exactly make any sense of them - it was just a black and white image of some blobs.

“This right here,” the doctor said, pointing to one of the blobs. “Is called a subchorionic hematoma. It’s a collection of blood in your uterus. Most resolve themselves and are nothing to worry about, although the bleeding can be scary.”

Can be? You were just now breathing like normal again.

“So everything’s okay?” Eddie asked, wanting to get to the point as soon as possible.

“Yes, everything’s okay,” the doctor said, and you and Eddie collectively let out a breath. “The babies are perfectly fine.”

You felt relieved. Everything was okay. You turned to Eddie, but found him white as a ghost, staring wide eyed at the doctor.

“Did you say babies?”

You froze. Did he? You slowly turned to the doctor.

“Yes. You’re about 7 weeks along with twins.”

The ground fell out from under your feet. Your head spun, your blood felt like ice -

Eddie hit the ground.

—

Eddie woke a minute later, having been propped up in a chair by your bed. The nurses checked him over, but they knew he was fine. The doctor let you know you could leave, and you and Eddie were left alone.

“Fuckin’ - twins,” he breathed. “Two babies. Jesus.”

You couldn’t believe it either. If you had been scared before, now you were twice as scared. How were you going to afford two babies? How were you going to take care of two babies alone?

Eddie walked back out to the van with his hand protectively on your lower back, staying close. He helped you get in and closed the door for you.

“I don’t want to go home,” you admitted. “I just want to go to your place.”

Eddie smiled softly at you. “My house is your home, sweetheart. But yeah, of course.”

You leaned your head against the seat and watched out the window the whole drive to Eddie’s. You had been in the ER for so long, the sun was just starting to set. You felt relief that the baby - the babies - were okay. You were relieved you were going home with Eddie. Things were going to be okay.

Eddie pulled up in front of the trailer. Wayne was home - he was off tonight. You knew he wouldn’t question you. “Wait,” Eddie said, and he jumped out of the van and ran around to your side. He opened the door and basically lifted you down.

“I’m not made of porcelain,” you laughed as he sat you on the ground gently.

“To me, you are,” he said.

He led you to the front door, letting you go in first. Wayne was in his chair with a beer, watching TV. He looked up at the two of you when you came in.

“Hey, Wayne,” you greeted him.

“Hey, darlin’. Ed.” Wayne took a sip of his beer, looking at you both with an unreadable expression. Wayne was very closed off, it was impossible to tell what that man was thinking. “Can you two sit down for a minute? I’d like to talk to ya.”

That was strange. You looked at Eddie, who only shrugged back at you. The bleeding had stopped and you’d had the chance to clean up, so you sat down on the couch, Eddie next to you in between you and Wayne.

Wayne turned the TV off. Silence descended over the room, heavy and suffocating.

“Ed,” Wayne said, “your daddy gave me a call.”

Eddie froze. Oh fuck. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Wayne took a sip from his beer. “He told me somethin’ you, uh…told him?”

You looked at Eddie, confused as to where this was going. Eddie was sweating, all of a sudden it was way too hot for his jacket. He took it off, tossing it onto the floor.

“You wanna tell me somethin’, Ed?”

Eddie signed. He rubbed his hands over his face, like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream. But he didn’t say anything, and the way he was refusing to answer Wayne was scaring you.

Getting nowhere with Eddie, Wayne turned to you. “Honey, are you pregnant?”

Oh. Eddie had told his dad about the baby - babies, you corrected yourself again. Not that he had known that then. You looked at Eddie, who still looked panicked, but you couldn’t lie to Wayne. “Yes.”

Wayne looked between the two of you sadly. “Oh, kids,” he said, like he could see your fate laid out before you, and it wasn’t a good one.

“It’s twins,” Eddie contributed, looking at his uncle sheepishly. “Just found that out tonight.”

“Twins?” Wayne said, genuinely surprised. “Goddamn, son.” You almost laughed.

“Are you mad?” Eddie asked, scared not of what Wayne would do, but what he would think of him.

“Mad?” Wayne asked. “No. I’m just…worried. What are you gonna do?”

You and Eddie exchanged a look. “I’m going to drop out and get a job to save up some money,” Eddie said.

Wayne’s face fell. “Oh, Ed.”

“I know,” Eddie said. “But I have to. Right? I have to.”

Wayne didn’t say anything, because Eddie was right. There was no way around it that he could think of. He couldn’t afford to support Eddie, you, and a baby - two babies, which everyone kept forgetting and re-remembering. As much as he wanted to help, he didn’t make enough at the plant.

“What you have to do is stop that mess with the drugs,” Wayne said, pointing at Eddie. “Don’t think I don’t know.”

Eddie flushed. “Yeah, I know.”

“You cannot be gettin’ into trouble doin’ that stuff. Not now. I turned a blind eye to it for too long.”

Eddie nodded.

“Okay.” Wayne slapped his knees. “Well. You think you two have got this?”

You and Eddie looked at each other. Did you have it? You’d have to. “I think we’ll be okay,” Eddie said.

“Do your parents know?” Wayne asked you.

“No,” you answered. “We’ve only known for about a week. I’m not exactly excited to tell them.”

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart,” Wayne said. He knew how your parents were. They had met before, they looked down on him and Eddie for their social status, for their income, for living in a trailer park, amongst other things. “But you’ll have to tell them eventually.”

“I know.”

“We’ve got your back,” Eddie said. “If they wanna be assholes about it…”

“Which they will.”

“Yeah.” Eddie pulled you close. “It’s going to be okay.”

Conversation over, you followed Eddie back to his bedroom. He quickly cleaned up his rolling tray, papers, and baggie of weed that were laying on his bed. “Sorry,” he muttered. “I just…smoked a little last night. I’m done now, though.”

You didn’t say anything, watching as he put his stuff away. He sat on the bed and held his arms out for you. You went to him, letting him wrap his arms around you. He laid his head on your stomach.

“I’m so happy you’re okay. All three of you,” he said. “I was so scared.”

“Me too,” you agreed. Eddie laid his forehead on your belly, his thumbs rubbing circles over it. He lifted your shirt up and pressed a kiss to the smooth skin, his lips lingering there. Your heart thudded in your chest at the display of love and affection.

“I love you both,” he said to your belly. “I’m your daddy, and I’m going to take such good care of you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you or your mama.”

Your stomach flipped, and you were pretty sure you’d never felt so in love with Eddie than you did in that moment. 

He pulled you down to lay next to him on the bed, cuddled together, legs tangled. His hand rested on your belly, rubbing soft, slow circles until you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

—

The hospital set you up with your first OBGYN appointment. It was a week after the ER visit, and you’d been a nervous wreck. You hadn’t been bleeding any more, but what if you still lost the babies? You were looking forward to going just to hear that everything was okay.

You and Eddie left school early, heading to the doctor just after 5th period. Eddie stood awkwardly with his hands in his pockets as you checked in at reception. You found two seats together and sat as you filled out the clipboard of questions.

It asked all kinds of things. The standard doctor’s office questions about you, some awkward questions about your sexual history, and even questions about Eddie - ‘the father’.

“‘How many sexual partners have you had?’” you asked him, reading off the question.

Eddie blushed. “What?”

“It’s asking!”

“About me?”

“Yeah!”

He blushed deeper. “You know the answer to that question.”

You did. You just liked teasing him. “Remind me?”

Eddie gave you a look. “You know you were my first.”

“Oh yeah,” you smiled. Eddie nudged your shoulder playfully.

“Asshole.”

You turned in the clipboard when you were done, going back to your seat and waiting to be called. It wasn’t long before a nurse came for you, and you stood.

“Do you, uh, want me to go?” Eddie asked. He was jittery, bouncing his leg like he often did when he was nervous.

“Can you?” You didn’t know why you were nervous to ask him, you knew he would in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, of course.” He stood and followed you, trailing behind as the nurse led you to the back. She recorded your height and weight, blood pressure and temperature. You were taken to a small room with an exam table in the middle and two visitor chairs by the wall. Photos of babies decorated the walls. Eddie looked all around, seeming uncomfortable.

The nurse asked you even more questions. Some typical, some that made you blush. She asked Eddie a bunch of questions about his and his family’s health history. She left, and you and Eddie were alone.

“I didn’t realize they’d need so much information from me,” he said. “I thought this was all you.”

“You are the dad, right?” you teased, laying back on the exam table.

“Well, yeah,” he said. “I better be.”

“They’re half you. Of course you matter.”

Eddie hadn’t thought of it that way. The babies were half him. And half you. There was something beautiful about how you’d come together to make something so precious as these two little babies. He placed a hand on your stomach - you had developed the smallest little baby bump - and rubbed it, smiling up at your face. He gave you a little wink.

The tech came in with the ultrasound machine. “How are you guys today?” she asked, setting up the machine. She put the gel on your stomach.

“Nervous,” you admitted. Eddie squeezed your hand.

“Don’t be,” she said. “This is supposed to be the fun part.”

She flipped on the machine and placed the wand on your belly. The image appeared on your screen, and you saw your two little blobs wiggling around in there.

“Congratulations on the twins!” she said. “There’s baby A,” she measured the smaller blob, “and there’s baby B.” The bigger blob was next to the smaller one, like they were cuddled together. Almost like it was protecting the other one.

Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of them - your first real glimpse of your babies. You glanced at Eddie, who was covering his mouth with his hand, staring at the screen with so much love in his eyes.

“And we can’t know if they’re boys or girls yet?” Eddie asked.

“Not yet,” she said. “You’ll find out at the 20 week scan.”

“How many weeks is she now?” he asked.

The tech took some more measurements. “She’s measuring about 8 weeks right now.”

Eddie blew out a rush of air. 8 weeks seemed so early and so long at the same time. “And how many weeks are there in a pregnancy?” he asked, knowing he sounded like an idiot.

“There are 40,” she explained. “But twins often come early, around 35 weeks.”

Eddie paled at that. How was the pregnancy almost a quarter over already?? Nothing was ready. Nothing at all. He still didn’t even have a job, and these babies were coming so soon?

You both watched the screen for the remainder of the ultrasound. She printed you a strip of photos to keep, which you held close to your chest - you would cherish these. Eddie took one to keep in his wallet. 

When she left, you cleaned the gel off your stomach. Eddie helped you wipe it up with paper towels.

“That was cool, huh?” you asked, smiling at Eddie as you pulled your shirt back down.

“Very,” he agreed, smiling back at you. “I can’t believe there’s really two in there.” He poked your belly.

“Me either.” You laid back. “Does that mean I’m gonna get like…extra huge?”

“Probably,” Eddie teased. “Beautiful no matter what, though.”

The doctor came in next, introducing herself and congratulating you both. She told you it seemed that the subchorionic hematoma had taken care of itself, so she felt it was nothing to worry about. She went over the do’s and don’ts of pregnancy, told you to start taking a prenatal vitamin, and instructed you to come back in a month.

With your ultrasound photos and appointment card in your hand, you and Eddie left the office. He helped you up into the passenger seat before getting in on his own side. “What do you want to do now, baby?” he asked you.

“I think we should go to the pharmacy for those vitamins,” you said. Your mind was entirely on the babies, wanting them to be as healthy as possible, especially after the miscarriage scare.

“You got it.” He started the van and drove in that direction, his music playing from the speakers.

You went in together when you reached the pharmacy. Eddie walked with his hand on your lower back, as if you might faint without him. You reached the correct section and found the bottles that said prenatal vitamins - you picked up one of the bottles, checking the price.

“Jesus. Why are these so expensive?”

Eddie looked over your shoulder, seeing the $30 price tag. “Shit. I don’t know, baby. But I don’t have enough for that on me.”

“Me either.” You sat the bottle back on the counter. “I guess it’ll be fine until we can afford it.”

Eddie was quiet. He felt like he was failing you and his babies. “I could sell-“

“No, Eddie,” you snapped. You did not want him selling drugs again. “We’ll figure it out. You started applying for jobs, right?”

Eddie was quiet for a moment. “Yeah. Of course I have.”

“Then you should have something soon,” you said, “and we’ll get it then.”

Eddie felt like shit walking out of the pharmacy with you empty handed. He felt like the biggest failure, just as bad of a dad as his own. He had spent some of the last of what he had on some weed - he knew it was wrong and that you had both agreed, but he was so stressed, he needed something. He felt horrible about it now, though.

He drove you back to your house. When he shut off the engine in your driveway behind your parents’ fancy cars, he looked over at you. “Are you sure you want to go in there? You know you can spend the night with me any time.”

“I know,” you said softly, almost like you regretted it immediately. “I’ll be okay. They’ll notice something’s up if I don’t come home at all. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Okay, baby.” Eddie leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

“I know,” you mustered up a smile as he pulled away from your lips. You didn’t really want to leave Eddie, but you at least had to stay until they went to bed. They weren’t completely stupid.

Eddie watched you climb out of the van and walk to your front door. He watched until you were safely inside - only then did he allow himself to start his engine and pull away.

You could tell something was off the second you walked into the house. Your dad sat in his chair looking smug, while your mom paced nervously. Your dad looked pleased to see you when you walked in.

“What’s going on?” you asked cautiously. You weren’t sure if you were prepared for the answer.

“What’s going on,” your dad said, “is that little boyfriend of yours is finally going to get what’s coming to him.”

Your blood froze. “What do you mean?”

“I had a talk with Officer Callahan,” he said. “And he agrees that Eddie needs to be taught a lesson. They have proof he’s been dealing.”

You felt sick to your stomach, like you were two seconds away from getting sick on the floor. “Dad, no. Eddie quit, he doesn’t do anything like that anymore. He’s a good guy, please.”

Your dad looked almost pleased with himself, like he was happy to see you so distraught. “He should have made better choices. Maybe this will set him on the right path.”

“Dad, come on. Don’t do this.”

“You need to grow up. You both need to grow up. You need to find someone who actually deserves you. Someone better.”

You felt like screaming. You felt like throwing something at your father’s face.

“It’s for the best,” your mom finally spoke up. “It will scare him straight, at least.”

Was this your fault? Were you ruining Eddie’s life just by being in it? Your parents were being ridiculous, but that doesn’t mean the police department would see it that way. You couldn’t stand the idea of Eddie getting in serious trouble, especially not with babies on the way.

You ran upstairs, picking up the phone on your bedside table. You dialed Eddie’s number, hoping he’d had the chance to get back home by now.

“Hello?” he answered, sounding confused.

“Baby,” you said. “My dad did something really fucking stupid.”

Quiet. Then, “What?”

“He said the police are after you for dealing,” you cried. “He said you’re going to get in trouble.”

“Shit,” Eddie hissed. “Your dad’s a real piece of work, huh?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted. “Really scared.”

“I know, sweetheart,” he said. He was always so calming to you, even over the phone where you couldn’t see his face or soak in the warmth of his arms. “But it’s going to be okay. I haven’t even been dealing lately. They’ve got nothing on me.”

“Are you sure?” you sniffled.

“I’m sure. Your dad’s just trying to scare us. He’s just a dick.”

You laughed, wiping at the tears on your face. “Yeah. He is.”

“Believe me, baby. We’re going to be okay.” You knew if Eddie were here he’d be brushing your hair behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You wished he was.

“Okay.” You trusted Eddie wholeheartedly, and if he said there was nothing to worry about, you were going to try to listen to him.

“I need you to get some rest, okay baby?” he said. “For yourself and for those little babies.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, babe.”

—

Eddie’s last day of school was nearing. He had put in his request to drop out, and had been putting in job applications all over. He was stressed, that was clear, and you felt bad, like it was all your fault.

The Hellfire Club didn’t know it was their last typical Hellfire meeting. Eddie walked in and the guys all looked up from where they’d been sitting, going over their characters.

“Well, boys, I have some news,” Eddie said, kicking one foot up onto his throne and leaning on his knee. This got everyone’s attention, and they leaned in closer, hanging on to Eddie’s every word.

“What’s going on?” Gareth asked. They could tell Eddie looked serious, and that scared them.

He held his hands out. “Well, it seems, that I…am going to be a father?”

The guys all just stared at him. “You’re what?” Jeff asked. “No fucking way.”

“No no no no no,” Gareth said, shaking his head like he was trying to clear the thoughts from it. “You’re not- huh???”

Eddie gave a halfhearted shrug. “I knocked up my girlfriend.”

“You’re not being serious,” Dustin said.

“There’s no way he’s being serious,” Mike added. “He’s full of shit.”

Eddie reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He pulled the ultrasound photo out between his pointer and middle finger, holding it up. Gareth snatched it from his grasp, the guys looking over his shoulder.

Sure enough, it had your name written at the top. But that didn’t mean it was real. “Bullshit,” Gareth said. “This isn’t a baby. And there’s two little blobs. Nice try.”

“And that’s where we come to the second part of my news,” Eddie said. “It’s twins.”

The room froze. Everyone was looking up at their DM with horror and shock. “You’re being serious?” Grant asked.

“Dead serious,” Eddie said. “Those are my little beans in there.”

Everyone looked back down at the ultrasound, trying to make sense of it, of everything. They couldn’t wrap their minds around Eddie - their Eddie - being a father. It seemed absurd.

“So…” Dustin began, knowing there was more to the story.

“So…” Eddie contributed. “I’m dropping out. Have to get a job to take care of the babies.”

That sent a silence over the group. “You’re what?” Jeff asked.

“I have to,” Eddie said. “It’s the only way I can take care of my family, man.”

“Eddie, you’ve worked so hard to graduate. You’re just going to drop out your third senior year so close to graduation?” Jeff was hurting for his friend, being one of the only Hellfire Club members to be around for so long and see the work Eddie had put in. No one wanted to see Eddie fail at his goals.

“I have to,” Eddie repeated, dejected.

“And, wait-“ Gareth said. “What about the band, man? What about our dreams with Corroded Coffin?”

Eddie’s heart sunk. “I…I mean I can try to still be in the band, but-“

“But your family’s going to come first now.” Gareth snorted, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you’d do this to us.”

“I didn’t get her pregnant on purpose, man,” Eddie said, getting frustrated with his best friend. “Shit happens.”

“‘Shit happens’? Really Eddie?” Gareth was getting more upset by the second, standing to face Eddie. “That’s what you have to say for yourself?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Eddie retorted. “My family is none of your business.”

“Your family, oh right,” Gareth scoffed. “I thought we were your family! I knew something was going to happen the second you started dating that girl-“

“Don’t talk about her,” Eddie said, his voice low, a warning.

Gareth was taken aback. “Jesus, Eddie. You really have changed.”

Eddie shook his head. “What, just because I love my girlfriend? Is it not metal enough for you to have a family with my girlfriend? Grow up, man.”

The guys were all speechless. This was not the Eddie they thought they knew. The Eddie who treated D&D and Corroded Coffin as the most important things in the world - his first babies. Now he was throwing them away in favor of you and the real ones.

“I understand why you feel the need to do this,” Dustin said, careful so as not to set Eddie off again, “but can’t we still have Hellfire Club meetings outside of school?”

Eddie thought for a minute. “You guys want to take it outside just so you can keep playing with me?”

“Hell yeah,” Mike said. “You’re the best damn DM we could dream of.”

Eddie cracked a smile at that. “Where could we have it?”

“My house?” Mike offered. “We have a whole basement we can use.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. This could work. I might be a little busy, though. Being a dad and all.”

The guys laughed and congratulated Eddie - except for Gareth, who was still pissed off. Eddie didn’t miss the lack of support from his best friend. “Come on, man. Don’t be like this.”

“Be like what, Eddie?” Gareth questioned, standing. “Upset that you’re ruining the chances of the band ever making it? Upset that you’re just giving up on school and dropping out on your third attempt that you were definitely going to succeed this time? How can you just throw your life away?”

“Gareth, I don’t have a choice,” Eddie said, trying to get it through the drummer’s head. “These babies are coming. Nothing’s going to change that.”

Gareth didn’t calm. He gritted his teeth, looking Eddie in the eyes. “You’ve changed, man.”

“Yeah, you have to when you become a dad!” Eddie said, waving his hands around for emphasis. “Come on, Gare. You’re my best friend. You don’t want to be Uncle Gare to two extremely cute kids?”

Gareth dared to crack the tiniest smile. “Stop.”

“Just think about how cute they’re gonna be,” Eddie continued. “Little metalhead babies.”

Gareth was softening. He didn’t like the changes this promised, he didn’t want Eddie to grow up so fast, but he had to admit to himself the image of Eddie as a dad made him feel a little proud of his friend. “You gonna have them listening to Metallica in the womb?”

Eddie laughed. “Damn right.”

“Do you really have to drop out, though?” Jeff asked, still concerned. “What’s that going to do to you, dude? You’ve worked so hard.”

“I’m fine.” Eddie looked around. It was clear he was trying not to be affected, to look like he didn’t care. He clearly cared a lot. “It’s just what needs to be done. So I’m doing what I have to do.”

Everyone was quiet. No one had a better idea, but they didn’t want to see Eddie throw away his hard work, either. 

“Okay, man,” Grant said. “Do what you have to do.”

“And congratulations,” Dustin added. “On being a dad and all.”

Eddie smiled a little. “Thanks, dude.”

“Yeah, man, congratulations,” Mike said.

Grant and Jeff congratulated him too, but Gareth still seemed upset. In agreement that the Hellfire Club would continue outside of school, everyone felt a little better, but their final campaign in the drama room was bittersweet.

—

Eddie got a job as a dishwasher at Benny’s. He hated it.

He had dropped out and was now working full time, doing something he absolutely hated - and he realized just how much dropping out affected him. He was depressed. He lost his sense of worth, feeling like the biggest failure imaginable. Took my senior year three times and still never graduated, he’d think to himself as he washed dishes until his hands were red and raw. Now look at me.

You didn’t get to see Eddie as often anymore. News was out at school - everyone knew Eddie dropped out because you were pregnant. At least you didn’t have to hide the belly anymore - you could dress normally at school. It was at home that you had to be careful.

You hadn’t heard anything else about Eddie getting in trouble, so you hoped your dad had just been bluffing. You never put it past him, though.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Eddie greeted you at the door as you reached it. He had just gotten off work and it was obvious, his eyes red and tired. He pulled you into his slender chest, his long arms wrapped around your body. You buried your face in his shirt.

“Missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I missed you too,” he said, and he meant it. He missed you all day while he was at work. He thought of you and the babies constantly - do it for them.

You didn’t get to see Eddie as often anymore. He usually worked late, and by the time he was getting home you were going to bed. This was the first night you’d gotten to spend with him all week.

“They’ve grown,” he said as you stepped back, placing his hand on your belly.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Word’s out at school. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it from my parents at this rate.”

Eddie frowned. He knew it would be bad when they found out. “You look cute,” he said, changing the subject.

“Thanks,” you blushed. “I don’t feel cute.”

“Being pregnant with my kids is a good look on you,” he smirked. “Maybe I’ll have to give you another one-“

“One pregnancy at a time, babe,” you laughed.

“Come on,” Eddie said, “I’m exhausted. I just want to hold you in bed.”

You weren’t arguing. He led you by the hand back to his bedroom - quickly cleaning up something on his bed and shoving it into the closet. You gave him a strange look, but didn’t push it.

He pulled his shirt over his head and laid down on the bed. You joined him, cuddled up against his chest. His fingers played absentmindedly with your hair while you laid together. Eddie turned, catching you looking at him. He smiled and pressed his lips to yours.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he muttered against your lips.

“Missed you more,” you teased back, but his kisses were quickly taking your breath away. You were breathing heavily, his tongue pressing into your mouth and exploring it eagerly.

His hand slipped under your shirt, brushing over the bump before reaching your tits. He palmed them over your bra, moaning into the kiss. You moaned lightly, hips involuntarily grinding against his, feeling him already hard beneath his jeans.

He slipped your shirt over your head and unhooked your bra, kissing all over the exposed skin, his tongue flicking at your nipples. They were more sensitive now and had you arching your back into him, his hands sliding along your back as he sucked on your tits.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “It’s been so long. I need you.”

“I need you too,” you agreed, your panties already soaked at the mere thought of having Eddie inside you again.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked, kissing back up to your neck. “I need you bad. But I don’t want to hurt them.”

“You’re not going to hurt them,” you promised him. “They’re safe in there.”

Eddie grinned. “Does this mean I get to fuck you raw now?”

You blushed, the idea sending heat straight to your throbbing core. “I guess so.”

Eddie groaned, diving back in to bite at your neck as his hand expertly undid your jeans. He pushed them down as much as he could before his hand was beneath your panties, tracing through your soaking folds.

“So ready for me,” he mumbled. “You want this just as bad, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned, writhing in your need to be touched.

“Looking a little desperate, baby,” he teased. “Do you need me?”

“Need you so bad,” you moaned. You had no shame, you were desperate for Eddie to fuck you and you wanted him to know.

Eddie groaned from low in his throat. He slipped a finger inside you, pumping it slowly. You gasped at the sudden feeling, then you were grinding your hips down, wanting more.

“Needy little pussy,” he whispered in your ear. “Look at how desperate she is to take me.”

You whined. Your mind was going hazy, you weren’t thinking straight. With Eddie’s finger pumping into you, his calloused thumb rubbing at your clit, and his mouth kissing and nipping at your neck, you were in another world.

“Need it now,” Eddie said, then he was sitting up, pushing his own jeans and boxers down and pulling your clothes the rest of the way off. His hard cock sprung free against his stomach, ruddy tip leaking.

Eddie lined his cock up with your entrance, pushing just the tip inside. He moaned, loud - his first time feeling you raw and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to last more than two seconds. He couldn’t look at you like this - it was going to make him bust immediately. He buried his face into your neck instead, rolling his hips to push his cock in the rest of the way.

You whimpered, holding onto him tightly. Everything was so much more sensitive now, you felt as if you could feel every ridge and vein of Eddie’s cock, heightening the pleasure. His hips snapped into yours quickly, as if he’d lost control and needed more and more of you.

His old bed squeaked as he fucked you, his groans muffled into your neck. You gasped, tangling your fingers in his long curls, pulling slightly. That made him shudder, tightening his grip on your thigh, a choked moan coming from his lips.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he moaned, kissing from your neck to your shoulder and all over your chest. “You’re so beautiful. Feel so good. Your pussy is so perfect.”

You whined. “Feels good, Ed.”

“Yeah?” he panted, speeding up his pace just a little. “You like that?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned, eyes falling closed.

“Tell me,” he breathed. “Tell me what you like.”

“I love when you fuck me like this,” you whined. “I love your cock.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You opened your eyes to see him staring intently down at you, eyes locked on your face, his cheeks tinged pink with the exertion and his impending orgasm. “It’s so big. Fucks me so good.”

Eddie groaned, his head dropping forward. His curls tickled your breasts, moving with his thrusts. “I’m so close,” he choked out. “Need you to cum for me.”

You were close, too. Especially when he reached down and rubbed against your clit, making you gasp. Everything was so sensitive, his touch sending electricity through your veins.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I can feel you- holy shit- you’re so tight around me-“

Eddie tried his best to hold back, but the feeling of your pussy clenching around him as you came sent him over the edge. He let out a strangled gasp that turned into a loud moan as his orgasm hit him abruptly, cumming deep into you for the first time - on purpose, at least. He rutted into you with shallow thrusts as he shot his load into you, body trembling from the intensity.

After he pulled out, he flopped onto the bed next to you, his chest heaving with his breaths. You eyed the posters covering his walls, his guitar - his sweetheart - hanging across from you. It was all so Eddie. God, you loved him.

“That was insane,” he laughed, turning on his side and throwing his arm across your waist. “I needed that, baby.”

You kissed his nose, then his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His hand rubbed over your belly, a goofy grin on his face. “All three of you.”

You fell asleep in Eddie’s arms, cuddled closely to his chest. You slept peacefully, feeling safe and loved.

Eddie had a different experience. He couldn’t sleep, mind racing with thoughts of his life and future. He stared up at his ceiling, a sinking feeling in his chest. He was so disappointed in himself. This was supposed to be his year. He was supposed to graduate, make something of himself. Instead, here he was, a high school dropout washing dishes with soon to be two children to support.

He was a loser, just like he’d feared. Just like his dad. He had done everything in his power to keep from this fate, but it was all for nothing.

Mostly, he felt guilty for the babies. What kind of dad could he be if he could barely take care of himself? He made so little at Benny’s - it was better than nothing, but not by much. How the hell could he pay for the things two babies would need? And what about you?

He knew you deserved better. All three of you deserved better.

The only thing that got him through was the weed. He had promised you he would stop, but he was smoking more. It was a daily thing now, every second he had that he could get high, he’d take it. He was so miserable with his life, he needed the release.

You would be furious. Eddie knew that. He knew he shouldn’t still be smoking, he shouldn’t be wasting the little money he had on weed. He had even been calling out on days he got too high - which happened decently often. He knew his behavior was only solidifying his status as a total fucking deadbeat loser, but he couldn’t help it.

He had to have something to keep him going. He was so fucking depressed he didn’t know what to do with himself. If the weed helped, so be it.

Eddie crept out of the bed, careful not to disturb you. He opened his closet as quietly as possible and pulled out his stash box. He had a joint already rolled, which he plucked from the box and stuck behind his ear as he grabbed his lighter from the dresser and walked outside.

Taking a seat on the front steps, he removed the joint from his ear and brought it to his lips, sparking it up. He took a deep drag, the pungent smoke creeping down into his lungs. He held it, then released, the smoke billowing out from his lips in big clouds.

The warmth took over his body quickly. He felt lighter, happier. Every drag of the joint made those negative thoughts float farther away. He wasn’t thinking about his shitty job, or the fact he was going to be a father, or that he had dropped out of school and pissed off all his friends. There were no worries.

For that moment, everything was fine.

part 2 very soon

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A/N: oh how I love writing for the loml ⑉´ᯅ`⑉ LETS PRETEND I DIDNT JST COME BACK FROM A 1 MONTH BREAK!! | for my beautiful lovie @hanniescookie <3 (I love her sm guys it's unbelievable)

Stepping in your bedroom, you're met with the familiar sight of your boyfriend cuddled up in fluffy blankets and pillows, his hair adorably messy and his eyes shut close. His cheeks were puffed, and his lips appeared soft and pinkish, urging you to peck it.

A small smile bloomed across your face, your heart fluttering as he sighed heavily in his sleep, offering an endearing view for your eyes.

Just a few hours after the sun had risen from behind the clouds, you were on your way to the corner shop to restock the cabinets. Because by the end of the day, you'd be lazing around with no more energy left to go anywhere.

Now, as you've come back home, you can't help but stare lovingly at Jeonghan and feel the cuteness aggression take over you bit by bit.

Just him existing was cute enough, and now he is sleeping so adorably? Hugging the pillow like it's his lifeline? Messy hair and pouty lips?

You think you're insane for this, but you want to bite him. Literally. Bite his cheeks, shoulders and hand. It's his fault for being so… biteable?

So, the next thing you know, you make your way to your shared bed and take a seat beside his sleeping figure with a mischievous glint in your eyes. But you took your time to admire him, observing the slow, yet steady rise and fall of his chest, his peaceful expression as if he was sleeping on top of a pile of delicate feathers.

The longer you stare, the more you find yourself smiling and falling for him.

Finally, you slowly and slightly lift the blanket that was wrapped around him and take his warm hands, careful not to wake him up. You placed his hand on top of your palm, gently caressing his soft skin like it is as fragile as a newly bloomed petal.

Then, your gaze shifted to his face, triggering your cuteness aggression once again. Unable to hold yourself back, you grab his hand and gently bite it, causing the sleepy man to let out a low, groggy yelp.

Jeonghan’s eyes were wide open in seconds as soon as he realised what was (or who was) causing the stinging feeling.

“Baby!” He gasped, yanking his hand away from your reach. You fell forward at the sudden force, letting out a soft giggle, but then bursting a fit of laughter as you looked at his expression—horrified, offended and utterly confused. The more you glanced at him, the more you couldn't control your laugh.

Jeonghan really couldn't understand a single thing, let alone understand why you were straight up biting his hand—but a confused smile still crawled to his lips as he watched you laugh heartily.

“Why are you— are you looking at me like that—” You choked out in between laughs, wrapping your arms around your stomach. He rubbed his eyes, already feeling the drowsiness subside by the cheerful sound of your laughter, earning a chuckle from him too.

“Were you just biting me?” he questioned in disbelief, attempting to sound offended, but his smile gave it all away. You continued wheezing, covering your face that had turned as red as a tomato.

Suddenly, you stopped, staring at Jeonghan with an intense gaze (that told him you were upto… no good.)

He gulped down the lump in his throat, already reaching out for his blanket to protect himself.

“Should I bite you like a zombie?” You suggested, leaning forward with a menacing glint in your eyes.

“Noo!!” Jeonghan shouted, trying to get up from the bed in a hasty manner. But, unlucky for him, you were fast enough to grab his arm and pull him back.

“You're not going anywhere!”

“Please, please, please—” Jeonghan began chanting, shutting his eyes close. (But he made no effort to push you away)

As you hovered above him, you couldn't stop the laugh that escaped your lips. He began yelping in between laughs as you bit his shoulder, then his cheeks.

“Baby, stop!” He whined, his cheeks turning ridiculously red. You finally stopped, leaning away to look at his reaction.

“Oh my god, are your cheeks red!?” you teased, reaching out to pinch his cheeks.

“Because you're biting me!” He defended with a pout and raised eyebrows, rubbing his cheeks to emphasize his point.

You giggled, pushing his hair away from his face, giving you a much clearer view of his beautiful morning face.

“Sorry… but you can't blame me! You're just so— so biteable.” With a pouty smile, you say, causing Jeonghan's ears to perk up.

“Biteable?” He repeated, taken aback. Proudly, you nod with lips pressed into a thin line.

“Then you probably don't mind me saying that you're very, very biteable too!” He grinned, his eyes gleaming with a clear mission and it sent shivers down your spine. Suddenly, he reached out to take your hand.

“...no, n— help!” You yelled, as if someone could get you out of this misery, and pulled yourself away from him. He gently grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you against his chest before he flipped to the other side and hovered above you.

“Hey, you can't use my own technique against me!” You whined, wiggling under his firm grip on your waist.

“No, no, let me check if you're biteable too,” he insisted, a bright grin on his face. You began to laugh, soon followed by his soft chuckles.

“Aaa!!” He leaned closer with his mouth open, and you closed your eyes tightly, turning your head away while laughing. But instead of feeling a bite on your cheek, you felt his soft and warm lips pressed against your skin. His peck lingered for a moment before he pulled away with a “mwah!” and a proud smile.

“See? I'm so nice, you should thank me, love.” He said, his eyes softening when they met yours.

A bright smile touched your lips before you spoke, “I should thank you by becoming a zombie again!”

Jeonghan’s smile faded, and he slowly leaned away from you. But even when you lunged forward, he made no effort to back away.

And that was more than enough to tell you that he secretly enjoyed this alot. He enjoyed having your attention on him and making the most out of your time spent with each other, even if it meant he’d have to suffer through your zombie phase.

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[fiastomatocheek]

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON I’VE EVER LOVED

requested: yes | req: hello! i’m sorry to hear you got shadow banned on your original account, i hope that gets resolved soon! could i please request something w luke hughes where reader overhears someone (a wag or a player) comment on her looks/say luke could do better and she starts pulling away which rlly hurts luke until he finds out what was said? maybe like a mid/plus size reader if you’re comfortable with that. no worries if not or if you’re not feeling the request!

pair: luke hughes x f!reader, luke hughes x mid/plus size!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, romance, insecurity, fluff (slow burn).

warnings: body image insecurities, rude comment from a side character, emotional hurt/withdrawal, soft confrontation, plus-size reader (no specific physical descriptors), lots of comforting dialogue, luke being the softest human alive.

summary: dating luke has been a dream, until one overheard comment from someone in his circle chips away at your confidence. you try to brush it off, but it sticks. you start pulling back, shorter kisses, less eye contact, fewer sleepovers. luke feels it. he doesn’t understand why the warm, confident person he fell for has grown so quiet. until he finds out the truth.

fia’s note: this one’s for all my mid/plus-size lukey girls out there, just a little reminder that no matter what you look like, you’re always beautiful and unique in your own way. the best thing you can be is yourself, and the most important thing is doing what makes you feel good. loving yourself? that’s the prettiest thing in the world!! enjoy this new luke fic!! love you all!! xxx

tagging team fia ! — @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @dancerbailey3 @mashmashi @hopefulsuitcasemoneyzonk @kell9rs @alwaysclassyeagle @nokiaholland @macka @smiley-roos

“Hey, you almost ready?”

He’s leaning against the doorframe of your apartment, his tall, lanky frame filling the space, navy blazer hugging his shoulders just right.

“We’re gonna be late if you keep fussing with that dress.”

You glance at him through the mirror, your hands pausing on the hem of the deep green dress you picked out last week. But tonight, the confidence you usually carry feels fragile. The team dinner means being surrounded by Luke’s teammates and their partners, a crowd that sometimes feels like it belongs to a different world.

“Almost,” you say, forcing a smile as you smooth the fabric over your hips.

“Just… making sure I don’t look like a total mess.”

Luke steps into the room, his sneakers scuffing lightly on the hardwood. He slides his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, his warmth grounding you.

“You? A mess? Impossible.”

He presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, his voice dropping to a murmur.

“Gosh, you look incredible. Like, steal-the-show incredible.”

Your heart flutters, but the knot of nerves in your stomach doesn’t loosen.

“You’re biased,” you tease, turning in his arms to face him. His hands stay on your hips.

“Nah, I’m just honest.”

He grins, that lopsided smile that always makes you feel a little lighter.

“Seriously, you’re gonna be the best-looking person there. I’m gonna have to fight off my teammates to keep them from staring.”

You roll your eyes, but his words wrap around you like a warm blanket, easing the tension for a moment.

“Okay, smooth talker. Let’s go before Jack texts you again about being late. You know ‘7 o’clock means 7 o’clock Luke.’”

He laughs, grabbing your hand as you head out the door, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“Jack’s just jealous he doesn’t have a date as cool as mine.”

The Devils have reserved a private room, Luke’s hand rests lightly on your lower back as he guides you through the crowd. He introduces you to a few new faces, a rookie defenseman, a coach’s assistant and you smile, nod, and try to keep up with the small talk. But you can’t shake the feeling of being watched, like some of the WAGs are sizing you up, their perfectly manicured hands and sleek dresses making you hyper-aware of every inch of yourself.

You’re seated at a long table, Luke on your left, his teammate Nico across from you, and Nico’s girlfriend, a willowy blonde named you don’t even remember, next to him. The conversation was all about hockey talk, upcoming games, some light ribbing about Luke’s obsession with his pre-game playlist. You laugh along, sipping your wine, starting to relax. Luke’s hand finds yours under the table, his thumb brushing your knuckles, and you hold onto that small gesture like a lifeline.

“I’m gonna hit the restroom,”

You say after a while, squeezing Luke’s hand before standing. He nods, his eyes lingering on you with that soft, adoring look he always has when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

You’re about to push open the bathroom door when you hear voices around the corner, two women, their tones gossipy, like they’re sharing a secret they don’t expect anyone to overhear.

“Luke’s girlfriend? Honestly, I don’t get it,”

One of them says, her voice dripping with judgment. You freeze, your hand hovering over the door handle, your heart plummeting.

“She’s… I mean, she’s nice, I guess, but she’s not exactly his type, is she? He could do so much better. Have you seen the girls who hang around the team? He’s got options, a lots of options.”

The other woman laughs, a low, conspiratorial sound that makes your stomach churn.

“Yeah, I know. She’s a little… big for him, don’t you think? He’s so cute, and she’s just… there. Like, come on, Luke Hughes could have anyone.”

Your breath catches, and you press a hand to your chest, like you can physically stop the pain from spreading. The words hit like a slap, eachone slicing into the confidence you’ve spent years building. You’ve always known you don’t look like the typical WAGs, petite, polished, like they stepped out of a magazine. You’re curvy, real, with hips and thighs that don’t fit into sample-size dresses. Most days, you love that about yourself. Luke’s never made you feel anything less than beautiful. But now, standing alone, their words feel like truth, like a mirror reflecting every insecurity you’ve ever buried.

You stay in the bathroom longer than you need to, letting the cold water calm the heat in your cheeks. When you finally return to the table, your smile is practiced, brittle. Luke notices immediately his had this concern looks, his hand finding yours under the table again.

“You okay?”

He whispers, leaning close so only you can hear. His voice is soft, but there’s an edge of worry in it.

“Yeah, I’m fine” you lie, squeezing his hand.

He doesn’t push, but his thumb keeps tracing those small circles on your palm, a quiet reassurance. You hold onto it, but the rest of the night, you’re only half there, you catch glimpses of the WAGs across the table, their perfect hair and effortless confidence, and you wonder if they all think the same thing, if everyone in this room is wondering why Luke’s with you.

After that day, that event, you don’t mean to pull away, not really, but the hurt festers like a bruise you can’t stop pressing. You start making excuses to avoid Luke’s invitations. When he asks you to come to his game against the Rangers, you tell him you have a work deadline. When he suggests a movie night at his place, you claim a headache. Your texts become shorter, your phone calls less frequent. You hate how distant you feel, but everytime you think about being close to him, those women’s voices creep back in, that you’re not enough.

Luke feels it too. He’s not the type to demand answers or push you into talking, he’s too gentle for that, too patient. But you see the hurt in his eyes when you brush off his attempts to hang out. He tries to keep things light, sending you goofy texts about his teammates or silly memes to make you laugh, but you can tell he’s confused.

You want to tell him. You want to spill everything, to let him hold you and make it better like he always does. But the fear of being vulnerable, of admitting how deeply those words cut, keeps you silent. What if he agrees with them? What if, deep down, he knows he could ‘do better’?

The thought is irrational, you know Luke loves you but it’s enough to keep you locked in your own head, pulling further away.

It comes to a head two weeks later, on a rainy evening. When there’s a knock at the door, you open it to find Luke standing there. He’s holding a takeout bag from your favorite Thai place, but his expression is anything but casual like he’s been carrying a weight he can’t hold anymore.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft but firm.

“Can I come in?”

You nod, stepping aside to let him in. He sets the takeout bag on your counter, but he doesn’t move to unpack it. Instead, he turns to you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Okay, what’s going on?”

He asks, and there’s a quiet intensity in his voice that makes your chest ache.

“You’ve been… distant. For weeks now. You barely answer my texts, you’re never around, and I feel like I’m losing you. Did I do something? Because I’m freaking out here, babe and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Luke’s always been the steady one, the one who holds things together when you’re falling apart. Seeing him like this makes you feel worse. You shake your head, turning to the counter to fiddle with the takeout bag, anything to avoid his eyes.

“You didn’t do anything, Luke. I’ve just been… busy.”

“Busy?” He steps closer, his voice rising slightly, not in anger but in frustration.

“Don’t do that. Don’t give me that excuse. You’ve been avoiding me, and I deserve to know why. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, just say it. I can handle it. But I can’t handle this… this nothing.”

His words hit like a punch, and you spin around, your own emotions bubbling over.

“It’s not about not wanting to be with you!” you snap, your voice shaking.

“It’s about me not knowing if I’m enough for you!”

He blinks, caught off guard. “Babe. What… What are you talking about?”

You take a deep breath.

“At the team dinner, I overheard some of the WAGs talking. They said… they said you could do better than me. That I’m not your type. That I’m too… big.”

The last word comes out small, like it’s burning your throat to say it.

“And it’s been eating at me eversince. Because maybe they’re right, Luke. Maybe I don’t fit in your world. You’re this hockey star, and I’m just… me.”

Luke’s face falls, his eyes widening like you’ve just shattered something inside him.

“What?” he breathes, stepping closer. “Who said that? Who the hell said that about you?”

“It doesn’t matter who,” you say, your voice trembling as tears prick at your eyes.

“The point is, they said it, and it’s been stuck in my head. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like I’m too much or not enough. Too big, too loud, too… whatever. And I thought I was past it. I thought I was okay with myself. But hearing that? It made me feel like I’m not good enough for you. Like everyone in that room sees it, and maybe you will too, one day.”

Luke’s jaw tightens, and for a second, you think he’s angry at you, at the situation, you’re not sure. But then he steps even closer, his hands reaching for your, his touch so gentle.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice low and fierce.

“Those people? They don’t know us. They don’t know you. And they sure as hell don’t get to decide what we are.”

You shake your head, tears spilling over now.

“It’s not just them, Luke. It’s me. I keep thinking, what if you wake up one day and realize you could have someone who looks like those girls? Someone who fits in better with your world? Someone who doesn’t have to deal with this… this constant battle to feel okay in their own skin?”

Luke’s hands slide to your face, cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears.

“Hey, hey listen to me,”

“I don’t want someone else. I want you. I love how you cheer louder than anyone at my games, even when I’m having a terrible night. I love how you make me feel like I’m more than just a hockey player. You’re not just ‘enough’ you’re everything to me, my everything.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, warm and overwhelming, but the doubt still lingers, a stubborn shadow.

“Luke, I—”

“No, I’m not done,” he interrupts, his voice cracking with emotion.

“I hate that you heard that. I hate that you’ve been carrying this alone for weeks. I hate that I didn’t notice how much you were hurting. I should’ve seen it. But I’m here now, and I’m telling you, I love every single thing about you. Your smile, your curves, your heart, everything. And anyone who says otherwise is full of shit.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch despite the storm in your chest.

“I want to believe you, but it’s hard. I’ve spent so long fighting to feel okay with myself, and those words… they brought it all back.”

“I know,” he says, pulling you into a hug.

His arms wrap around you, and you let yourself sink into him, your cheek pressed against his chest, it’s so familiar, so safe, that it makes your throat tighten again.

“I know it’s hard. But I’m here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna keep telling you how much I love you until you believe it. And if I hear anyone talking like that, I’m shutting it down. No one gets to say that about my girl, not while I’m around.”

You manage a small laugh, wiping at your cheeks.

“You can’t fight everyone, Luke.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his green eyes fierce but soft around the edges.

“Watch me,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips, but there’s a fire in his gaze that tells you he means it.

“I’d take on the whole damn team for you.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling now, the first real smile you’ve felt in days.

“Okay, fine. But no starting fights at team dinners. I don’t need you getting benched because of me.”

“Deal,”

He says, his grin widening. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle.

“Now, can we eat this Thai food before it gets cold? Because I’m starving, and I’m not eating without you.”

You nod, the knot in your chest loosening for the first time in weeks. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

Move to the couch, the takeout spread out on your coffee table, and Luke sits close, his knee brushing yours as he hands you a container of pad Thai. You eat in comfortable silence at first, but as you pick at your food, you realize there’s more you need to say.

“Luke,”

You start, setting your fork down. He looks up, his mouth full, and you can’t help but smile at how ridiculous he looks, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“I’m sorry I pulled away. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just… I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

He swallows, his expression softening.

“I get it,” he says. “I just wish you’d told me sooner. I was starting to think I did something wrong, like I messed this up somehow.”

He pauses, looking down at his hands.

“I’m not perfect, you know? I get insecure too. I keep thinking I’m not good enough for you either like, you’re so smart and funny and put-together, and I’m just this awkward hockey kid who trips over his own feet half the time.”

“Luke, you’re not just some hockey kid. You’re… you. You’re kind and thoughtful and way more than just a player. You make me feel like I’m enough, even when I don’t believe it myself.”

He reaches for your hand, his fingers lacing through yours.

“And you make me feel like I’m enough, too. So maybe we’re both a little messed up, but we’re good together, right?”

“Yeah,” you say, squeezing his hand.

“We’re good together.”

He smiles, that lopsided grin that makes your heart skip, and pulls you closer, tucking you against his side.

“Okay, then. No more shutting eachother out. If you’re hurting, you tell me. If I’m being an idiot, you tell me. Deal?”

“Deal,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder.

[ineedpaigebuckets]

Hey! Can you do paige playing fortnite but azzi wants her to come to bed and gets a little offended, so paige ends up picking azzi up to have her on her lap and continues

come to bed

“paige.”

azzi said her name softly from the doorway, her voice laced with just enough irritation to be heard over the tinny crackle of gunfire and chaotic shouting through paige’s headset. she was in one of paige’s old hoodies, oversized and swallowing her frame, the sleeves pulled over her hands like she always did when she was tired and a little cold. her hair was damp from a shower, her legs bare, face sleepy. she looked like home.

but paige didn’t turn around.

she was hunched forward on the edge of her gaming chair, fingers moving rapidly over the controller, headset slightly askew, eyes flickering over the screen like her life depended on it.

“yo, build—build!” she shouted, completely immersed. “they’re pushing from the left—bro, i said left!”

azzi crossed her arms. waited a beat. the said her name again—firmer this time.

“paige.”

nothing but a distracted, half-hearted hum in response.

azzi blinked. leaned her shoulder into the doorframe. “it’s literally one in the morning.”

still nothing. paige leaned even closer to the screen, jaw clenched in determination. the little LED lights from the monitor flickered across her face, casting her in blues and purples and oranges. she muttered something under her breath, the controller clacking in her hands.

azzi let the silence hang. just long enough.

“i’ve been waiting in bed for almost half an hour,” she said finally, voice quieter now. edged with something more vulnerable, like the princess she is. “but clearly i’m not as fun as—what is it?—fortnite duos with kk.”

that got paige’s attention.

her eyes flicked sideways toward azzi just for a second, as if she’d only just realized she was there at all. then back to the screen.

“i’m almost done,” she mumbled. “top five.”

azzi didn’t respond. just shifted her weight and turned to go. not dramatically—just quietly. tired. the kind of disappointment that didn’t announce itself but lived in your spine. paige heard it anyway. heard it in the sound of azzi’s socked footsteps turning away, the pause at the end of the hall before she disappeared back into their bedroom.

paige sighed.

“yo,” she said into her mic, “i gotta get off after this one.”

riley groaned. “bro, we’re about to win.”

“yeah, and i’m about to lose my girlfriend. priorities, man.”

she disconnected two minutes later—didn’t even wait to see if they won. the second she turned the console off, the room felt too quiet. too cold. she stood slowly, stretched, then padded down the hall in her sweats and socks.

azzi was lying on her side in bed, facing the wall. the covers were pulled high, and her shoulders were curled up tight. she didn’t say anything when paige walked in.

paige didn’t say anything either. not at first.

she just climbed up behind her, blanket rustling, and wrapped her arms around azzi’s waist. pressed her chest to her back and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck.

“you mad?” she whispered.

“no.”

a pause.

then azzi added, “you just ignored me for forty minutes.”

paige winced. kissed her again. “i didn’t mean to. i just—got locked in.”

azzi didn’t respond.

paige shifted, tucked a leg between azzi’s. “you know i’d pick you over any game, right?”

“but you didn’t.”

that stung. paige rested her forehead against the back of azzi’s neck, breathed her in. “i know. and i’m sorry.”

she waited. azzi didn’t move.

so paige slowly slid her hand under azzi’s hoodie, warm palm pressing over her stomach. her touch was soft. tentative. but familiar.

“i missed you,” she murmured. “you looked so cute in my hoodie, i almost rage quit on the spot.”

azzi finally shifted then, just a little, not turning fully around but letting her fingers wrap around paige’s where they rested over her ribs. paige smiled into her shoulder.

“you’re still mad,” she said gently.

“i’m not—mad. i just…” azzi exhaled. “i wait for you all day. and then you come home and stare at a screen.”

paige sat up slowly behind her.

then, without warning, she leaned down, slid an arm beneath azzi’s knees and the other under her back, and lifted her straight off the bed.

“paige—what are you doing—”

“fixing it.”

azzi squirmed half-heartedly in her arms. “you’re literally insane.”

“yep,” paige said, grinning as she carried her out of the bedroom, “crazy in love.”

“stop.”

paige lowered herself back into her gaming chair with azzi now curled in her lap, legs folded over one side, torso pressed to hers. she reached for the blanket off the back of the chair and draped it around them both. azzi blinked at her, trying not to smile.

paige tucked the blanket around them like it was instinct, like she’d done it a thousand times before, and maybe she had. azzi settled in slowly—tentative at first, like she was still deciding whether she was mad or not—but her body relaxed the second paige’s arms wrapped fully around her waist.

“you’re ridiculous,” azzi muttered, letting her head fall against paige’s shoulder.

“you love it,” paige said, kissing the crown of her head.

“unfortunately.”

paige grinned and nudged her softly. “okay. you’re here now. might as well learn how to play.”

“no, thank you,” azzi mumbled into her collarbone. “i’m just here for the free heat and the apology cuddles.”

paige chuckled. “uh-uh. no freeloaders allowed. if you’re in the chair, you’re in the game.”

“that’s not a rule.”

“it is now.”

azzi huffed a long, dramatic sigh. “fine. but only because i want to beat you eventually.”

“bold of you to assume you could.”

“bold of you to ignore me for forty minutes.”

paige winced. “ouch. okay, deserved.”

she reached for the controller and guided azzi’s hands over it, gently repositioning her fingers. her touch lingered with every adjustment—thumb grazing over azzi’s knuckle, palm smoothing over the back of her hand as she moved it into place.

“this one makes you jump,” she said softly, speaking just against azzi’s ear now. “and this one shoots. don’t mix them up, or you’ll jump into bullets instead of dodging them.”

“sounds like something you would do.”

“excuse me, have done. multiple times. i own it.”

azzi smirked and let her thumb press down hesitantly. her character spun in a slow, clumsy circle on the screen.

“oh god,” she whispered. “i’m terrible.”

“no, you’re adorable. it’s very different.”

paige’s arms were still around her, chin hooked over azzi’s shoulder, their legs tangled underneath the blanket. she wasn’t even pretending to give her personal space. she was fully wrapped around her like she needed all points of contact activated just to function. azzi didn’t mind. not even a little.

“okay,” azzi muttered, eyes focused on the screen, “so how do i move?”

“left stick forward. right stick to look around. try to aim and shoot at that guy.”

“which guy?”

“that one—by the bush. yeah. shoot!”

azzi pressed the wrong trigger. her character threw a grenade at her own feet and launched herself into a tree.

paige laughed so hard she snorted.

“i can’t believe you just blew yourself up ten seconds into the game.”

“i panicked!” azzi cried, mock-offended. “you were breathing on me!”

“you like when i breathe on you.”

“not when i’m holding a weapon!”

they both dissolved into laughter, azzi twisting in her lap just enough to look at her, their foreheads almost bumping together. paige was grinning like her whole chest hurt from it, eyes soft and full and impossibly in love.

“you’re so bad at this,” paige whispered, leaning in.

“and yet,” azzi murmured, inching forward, “you’re still obsessed with me.”

“yeah,” paige said, brushing their noses together. “weird how that works.”

azzi kissed her then—soft and smug and victorious, like she knew exactly what she was doing. paige chased her mouth like a reflex, deepening it for a second before she pulled back with a dazed smile.

“okay,” azzi said, settling against her again. “teach me how to not blow myself up next time.”

“yes ma’am.”

“and no more ignoring me for dumb games.”

“never again.”

“good,” azzi said, pressing her cheek to paige’s shoulder. “but if i get one kill, you owe me a back massage.”

paige looked scandalized. “you haven’t even made it out of the loading screen.”

“i’m manifesting.”

“fine. and if you don’t get a kill?”

“then you still owe me a back massage.”

“wow.”

“you knew who i was when you picked me up.”

“yeah,” paige said, letting her fingers trace lazy circles over azzi’s thigh beneath the blanket. “and i’d pick you every time.”

[lay-z]

COD VACATION AU | PRT. 1 — SURPRISE

— poly!141 × fem!Reader

— 18+ | established romantic relationship; eventual smut; fluff; humor; cussing; all the good stuff:)

You've already booked and taken care of everything by the time your four boyfriends return from their deployment—much thanks to Kate Laswell for giving you a 48 hour head start with her call (the one that nearly gave you a bloody heart attack).

Once they walk over the threshold of the house you five share, you go through the usual routine with them—lots of welcome home cuddles and kisses, a hearty meal and a stiff drink, long showers and, depending who is up for it, sex.

Kate didn't exaggerate when she said they need a break; their eyes are sunken with dark circles, their bodies battered with bruises and sore muscles, their poor hands calloused and swollen from handling gear and weapons for weeks, their tummies too flat and lean for your liking after losing a bunch of weight again.

Johnny's bright blue eyes are lacking their sparkle and his mohawk has grown out, Kyle's usually flawless skin and plump lips are dry and chapped, Simon's acne on his face and back has returned full force, and John's beard looks like a rat's bushy nest.

It's quite a sad sight, truly, and it triggers your maternal caretaker instincts like crazy.

"So, uhm–" You're shifting on your feet in front of the large couch they're currently all sprawled on top of each other like a bunch of lazy alley cats.

"I've got some exciting news."

That makes their heads perk up in unison.

"Ye're pregnant!" Johnny exclaims first, eyes wide and regaining some of that sparkle until he earns a light smack against the back of his head from Simon, who's shushing him gruffly.

"Let 'er speak, ya numpty. 'm bloody tired of yer voice."

Johnny pouts. Kyle snorts, hazel eyes half-lidded and glassy with fatigue as he glances over at the two. He's snuggled up to John, his head resting on the older man's broad shoulder.

The Captain, who's been holding his breath since your little announcement, keeps his steel blue eyes trained on you like a hawk while his arm wraps around Kyle's shoulders supportingly.

"Go on, sweetheart. What's it you'd like to share with us?"

You flash a sugary smile, wanting nothing more than to make them feel better now that they're finally back home with you, safe and sound.

"Okay, so," you make a vague gesture at them, "you're all clearly exhausted and in dire need of a nice break–"

A gruff chorus of yes and aye comes from them, making you giggle as you shush them.

"Anyway, so... I booked us all a very nice apartment for ten days in Mallorca. Islas Baleares, baby!"

Crickets. Nothing. Your smile slowly fades by the milliseconds as you gauge their—nonexistent—reactions.

Kyle's chest is rising and falling slowly as he nuzzles John's chest, his lips slightly parted. Simon's head has tipped back against the sofa's backrest, his mask rucked up and exposing his open mouth as he snores, his large hand buried in Johnny's hair, kneading the short brown strands self-soothingly while the latter is snoring just as loudly, his bearded face buried into Simon's neck.

You really can't blame them, but your bottom lip still juts out in a pout.

"Not the best time for big announcements, love." John chuckles all gravelly, still somewhat conscious, though his eyes have fluttered shut as well. "Sounds great, though. I can't... wait." He yawns mid-sentence and your heart flutters as you drink in your sweet bunch of tough, yet very sleepy, soldiers.

"Yeah, I figured." You whisper, though more to yourself, as you walk towards the switch to turn the light off. "I'll try again tomorrow."

John gives a small approving wave, hand barely lifting off his thigh, before he's knocked out cold as well.

As you make your way upstairs towards the master bedroom, your steps feel a little lighter and you can breathe a little easier knowing your men are asleep downstairs—and you know, they'll come crawling under your blanket one by one as the night progresses.

Let's get these men to a tropical island, shall we? ☺️🌴🌤🌊⛱️🍹

[hey-itsdollie]

ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ.ᐟ.ᐟ

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ blue lock boys with thick thighed s/o .ᐟ.ᐟ

‧₊˚ ┊featuring » rin. sae. kaiser. shidou. aryu.

๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ cw » aged up!, suggestive themes, fem reader, thigh kissing, thigh worship, biting, lciking, mainly fluff! use of pet names (pretty girl, sweet girl, sweetheart, doll, meine liebe)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 -u are here!-, Part 4, Final Part!

°˖➴ Rin Itoshi

No matter how much your boyfriend was in denial about it, Rin was a certified pouter.

One comment about someone's skills besides his own and he is giving you the silent treatment, his lips down turned as if he was a kid who just had to put a toy back.

"RinRin I told you; you're the best player. You know that." you sighed slinging your body haphazardly against your boyfriend's back. You felt his muscles slightly tense from your sudden weight. "You know I think you're the best... why pout?" you murmured, your hot breath fanning his neck as your cheek laid against his shoulder.

"I am not pouting."

He murmured gruffly though, the frown on his face told a different story. "RinRin..." You whined laying back, effectively dragging the dark-haired male with you. He huffed softly as his head landed on your ample thighs.

You sat back up noticing how he seemed to be mumbling to himself. "What are you doing?" you questioned with furrowed eyebrows. "Shut up..." he muttered turning and wrapping his arms around your right thigh. Acting as if it was a body pillow.

"Are you cuddling my thigh right now?" you held in a laugh watching your boyfriend burry his face more into your soft flesh. "God just shut up..."

Your hands gently run through his dark strands of hair as he kneads your thighs.

"You want a blanket RinRin?"

"Yeah..."

°˖➴ Sae Itoshi

"Ahh Sae... please..."

Your moans reached the male's ears as he sucked and bit your thighs. Tugging slightly as he pulls away. You were currently laying on your stomach as he was originally taking a nap, with his head on your ass.

But now he seemed awake enough to leave hickies along the backside of your thighs. You were in quite the position as his muscular arms held your legs and hips down.

Sae's hands seemed to be on your ass at all times as he bit at the curves of your thighs ravenously.

"Sae... slower..."

You whined as all you could do was wrap your arms around your pillow. The fabric being the only thing that was muffling your sounds. "No don't cover them... I want to hear you my sweet girl..."

You felt his tongue slide up against your inner thigh before kissing back down to your knees.

You felt as he pushed your skirt up higher, the fabric barely covering your ass as you felt him sit up on his knees. His hands dragged your body towards him making you shakily sit with your ass in the air.

His bangs fell over his forehead brushing against your skin as he continued to leave mark after mark on your plump thighs. "God you're amazing... I could do this for hours..." he groaned, dragging his hands up and over your ass as you soon felt his fingers sliding beneath your clothes.

A yelp life your lips as the male bit down on your ass. Feeling his proud gaze as he stared down at the indent he left.

"Sae what the hell?!"

°˖➴ Michael Kaiser

"Look at you, meine liebe..." [ᵐʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ]

You felt heat pour into your lower stomach, as you sat on the edge of the hot tub. Your boyfriend's penetrating gaze making your body feel warm despite the crisp winter air.

Your breathing sharpened as the shirtless male stood between your legs, his hands sliding over your curves and stabilizing their grip on your plump hips. "du bist wunderschön..." [ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ] he uttered leaning forward and placing soft smooth kisses along your wet inner thighs. Your bikini bottoms giving him more than enough room to leave his upcoming marks.

"Michael..." you breathed watching the male place sensual kisses along your skin. The steam from the hot tub causing droplets of water roll down his dark blue tattoo. The lighting illuminating his features almost eurphorically.

You were still in the progress of learning german as the foreign words uttered by Kaiser seemed to send waves of heat down to your core.

The moment was becoming more intimate as the night grew colder.

It was one of those nights that Kaiser dedicated to you, the woman he loved more than anything. He seemed almost desparate with his touches, the grip he had on your rolls tightened and loosened randomly.

"brauche dich..." he whispered gruffly, his accent deep as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. The gleam in his eyes telling you more than you needed.

"Let's go inside then... it's too cold out here..."

°˖➴ Ryusui Shidou

Your boyfriend was a freak. To put it as simply as you could. His flirty comments, his needy actions, hell the way he carried himself.

For example now, what you thought was just a sweet action from your lover turned out to be a ploy to fix his needs. Let me explain...

After two hours of just laying in bed bored out of your minds. Shidou had the lovely idea to go on a date—of course you agreed excitedly. "Here doll let me help you~" he cooed kneeling before you as he helped you place your socks on.

You looked down at him, watching him with soft eyes due to his sweet actions. "Ryu, you don't have too..."

"Huh? Nonsense, what type of boyfriend would I be if I couldn't do this simple task?"

The sweet moment was over quite quickly as his pink-eyes peered up at you with a sly grin. His cheek pressed against your inner thigh. You could tell imediately what he trying to do.

"No Ryu, you promised a date..." Your lips curved downward as he groaned. His own lips lingering on your skin as he left small pecks.

"Oh come onnn Doll, we can go on date later..." Shidou needed you, his hair cascaded down his face framing his features perfectly. His eyes begging for you to accept his needs. "Need ya s' bad doll..."

The tanned male rubbed his cheek against your inner thighs as his gaze pleaded with you. His grabby hands hungrily gripping onto your skin.

With a sigh you gave in your fingers cupping the side of his face. "Fine... but only for a little bit.""Fuck yes!" he cheered already placing your legs over his shoulders.

°˖➴Jyubei Aryu

Aryu and you had been spending the night doing each other's skin care. He finally had a break from blue lock and was in deep need for a refresh treatment.

"Yikes, what were they giving you there?" you muttered mixing the hair care treatment into your boyfriend's dark hair. A deep scoff left his lips, almost as if he was abosultley appalled to even think about what he went through.

"Abosutley nothing!" he cried out dramatically. "I swear I was getting split ends!"

Your eyes softened as you continued to massage the treatment into his hair. His head laid on your perfectly "glam" as he would describe them plush thighs.

Despite most pop-culture opinions he found your deliciously plump body to be gorgeous. Utterly elegant. "I met this one glam person, sweetheart, you would adore him!" Aryu stated with a proud smile, his eyes practically shining.

"Oh? What were they like? How glam are we talking?" you questioned obviously intrigued. "His hair was elegant! Completely glamorous, without his advice with his hair care—my folicules might've fallen off!"

You listened to him dramatically go into depth of his experiences in blue lock, his lips leaving soft kisses along your thighs and compliments as he went on for seemingly hours.

"Oh sweetheart, I don't want to go back... I won't survive without you..."

Part 3 is done! I hope you enjoyed it!!!

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[moondustbaby]

Room For You Too

ceo!Rafe x pregnant nanny/gf!Reader

a/n: based on this request! 💌

summary: At six months pregnant, you and Rafe are deep in nursery prep—but when Mason starts feeling a little left out, it breaks your heart. With gentle words and quiet reassurance, you remind him that your love has only grown—and there’s more than enough room in your heart for both your babies.

⸻

You don’t think you’ll ever forget the way Mason’s face lit up when you told him he was going to be a big brother.

He’d gasped so loud Rafe thought he was choking, then immediately launched into a list of everything he could teach the baby—how to tie shoes, how to draw a stegosaurus, how to ask for extra dessert without sounding suspicious.

That was three months ago.

Now you’re six months along, belly round and unmistakable, and the three of you are knee-deep in the world of bassinets and baby monitors and crib sheets that all come in shades of sage or mustard.

Mason is still excited. Mostly.

Except today.

Today, something feels… off.

⸻

You’re standing in the middle of the nursery—formerly Rafe’s office, now stripped of its bookshelves and leather furniture. The walls are half-painted a soft, buttery cream. There are sample swatches scattered on the floor, tiny onesies folded on the dresser, and a stack of unopened Amazon boxes by the door.

“Okay,” Rafe says, tapping his phone. “We’ve got the crib delivery set for Thursday, the mobile’s arriving tomorrow, and the glider’s backordered but they said two weeks.”

“Perfect,” you say, turning to hold up two onesies. “Stars or moons?”

“Which one is softer?”

“You didn’t even look.”

He grins, walking over to rest his hands on your belly. “I like whatever you like.”

You roll your eyes but kiss him anyway.

Mason stands by the doorway, quiet. Too quiet.

He’s holding a stuffed dinosaur, the one he’s had since he was four. His hair is messy from his nap, and he’s still in pajama pants even though it’s almost lunchtime.

“Hey, Mase,” you call gently. “Want to help us pick where the changing table goes?”

He shrugs. “I guess.”

You pause, exchanging a glance with Rafe.

Mason walks into the room slowly, eyes flicking over the tiny clothes and diaper packs like he’s not sure what to make of it anymore.

He stops beside the bassinet box and pokes it with his foot.

“Is this where she’s gonna sleep?”

“Yeah,” Rafe says softly. “Right here.”

Mason doesn’t say anything. He just sits down on the floor, cross-legged, arms curled around his dinosaur.

⸻

You don’t bring it up until later.

You’re in the kitchen putting away groceries when Rafe leans in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“He’s quiet today,” he says softly.

You nod. “I noticed.”

“I think it’s hitting him.”

“What is?”

Rafe’s voice drops. “That this is real. That it’s happening.”

You turn in his arms, resting your hands on his chest. “He was so excited at first.”

“He still is,” Rafe says. “But he’s seven. Everything feels bigger when you’re seven.”

Your heart twists. “Do you think he feels left out?”

“I think he doesn’t know what to feel. He’s never had to share us before.”

You nod slowly.

And then, because the thought alone breaks something deep in your chest, you say, “I don’t want him to feel like he’s being replaced.”

“He won’t,” Rafe says firmly. “We won’t let him.”

⸻

You find him in his room later, curled up on his bed with his dinosaur tucked under his chin. His iPad is off. His light’s dim. He’s not crying, but there’s something in his eyes that makes you want to sit down and cry for him.

“Hey, bud,” you say gently. “Can I come in?”

He shrugs.

You sit on the edge of the bed and wait. He stays quiet.

“I noticed you seemed a little down today.”

Mason picks at the edge of his blanket. “I’m fine.”

You reach for his hand. “You can tell me if something’s bothering you. I promise I’ll listen.”

He swallows, eyes still on the blanket. “You and Dad are really excited about the baby.”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “We are.”

“And the baby’s gonna have their own room. And toys. And clothes. And bottles. And special blankets.”

You nod.

“And you’re gonna read her stories. And take care of her. And stay up with her. And you already rub your belly when she kicks like she’s your favorite.”

The words hit hard. They’re not mean. Just honest. Seven-year-old honest. The kind that lands deep.

You squeeze his hand. “Mason, do you… do you think I’m not gonna have time for you anymore?”

He doesn’t answer, but his eyes fill just a little.

“Oh, baby,” you whisper. “No. No, no, no.”

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest. He goes without fighting it, sniffling once into your shoulder.

“You are my first baby,” you whisper. “You are the one who made me fall in love with bedtime routines and superhero puzzles and dinosaur facts I didn’t know existed. You’re the one who taught me how to be a parent.”

His voice is small. “But she’s gonna call you Mommy.”

You nod. “And I love that. But I love being your mommy too. Whether you say it out loud or not, you’re my boy. You’ll always be my boy.”

He squeezes tighter. “Promise?”

“Forever promise.”

Rafe appears in the doorway a few minutes later. You’re still curled around Mason, stroking his hair.

“Mase,” Rafe says gently. “Can I join?”

Mason nods, eyes still wet.

Rafe crosses the room and sits on the other side of him, pulling them both into his arms.

“Being a big brother is a lot,” Rafe says softly. “And it’s okay to feel weird about it. Or even sad sometimes.”

Mason sniffles. “I don’t want her to take my place.”

“You don’t have a place,” Rafe says. “You are the place. You’re the center of this family. Always.”

You kiss the top of his head. “There’s so much love in this house, Mason. Enough for you, and for her, and for every moment after this. You’re not losing anything. You’re gaining someone who’s going to look up to you and love you like crazy.”

He wipes his eyes on his sleeve. “She better not try to steal my dinosaur.”

You and Rafe both laugh. “We’ll make sure she knows the rules,” Rafe says. “No stealing dinosaurs, no touching your Legos, and no fighting for couch space when Finding Nemo is on.”

Mason smiles a little. “Okay.”

⸻

That night, he insists on helping you fold the baby clothes. He picks out which ones go in which drawer. He tapes his own drawing—one of the three of you holding hands with a big smiley baby floating in a bubble—above the changing table.

“Can we hang this up so she sees it first thing?” he asks.

You nod, trying not to cry again. “She’s going to love it.”

“She’s gonna love you,” Rafe says, kissing the top of Mason’s head. “Just like we do.”

Mason grins. “I’m gonna be the best big brother.”

You smile at him through tears. “You already are.”

༶⋆｡ﾟ☽✿⋆˚✧✿☾ﾟ｡⋆༶

a/n: this one got me. mason’s big feelings, reader’s heart absolutely breaking, and rafe coming in with the most dad-level wisdom?? i’m a mess. i love this little family 🥹

♥️ lani

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉:

@maybankslover @lolabunnyworldss @drewstarkeyspecs @superlegend216 @bonjourjiminie @rafesbabygirlx

[moon-poe]

Late Nights

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x reader (Thunderbolts x reader)

Word count: 861

Summary: Bob still has trouble sleeping and you're there to comfort him as his lover.

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It’s about 2am and you were scrolling through your phone, watching funny videos. Knowing damn well you should’ve been asleep by now but you weren’t tired. But then a knock on your bedroom door interrupts your video.

You got up and before you could open the door, another gentle knock was heard. You opened it to see Bob, standing there with red eyes, a couple tears rolled down his cheeks. You frowned at the look of him; he was wearing some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, fiddling with the end of the sleeve with his fingers.

“Oh honey, come here,” You spoke gently, letting him in your room and closing the door. You turned to him and looked up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. A sob was heard from Bob as he put his arms around you, so tightly, as if he were scared you were going to disappear at any given moment. 

You rubbed his back slowly while your head was resting in his neck. You placed a small kiss on his skin. You gently pull back and grab his hand, bringing him over to your bed. You then sit fully in the middle and Bob follows you, sniffling. He’s sitting in front of you and immediately wraps his arms around you again, and you let him.

This poor man has been through so much trauma, so much hurt, he deserved the world. He deserved endless love and you were going to give it to him for the rest of your life. You both have been dating for a while, but haven’t gotten to the stage of sleeping together in the same bed yet. But maybe tonight was going to be that night. Yes, you both shared many naps on each other’s beds, but never overnight. His dreams hadn’t been that bad… until now.

You tucked your head in his neck again as he let out a small cry. You could feel more tears dampening your shirt. You didn’t mind at all. “Sweetie, what happened?” You quietly ask, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck, messaging it and running your hand through his brown hair.

Bob sniffled. “I.. I had another nightmare. This one was so- so bad. V-void took over and he destroyed everything, he hurt you… r-really bad and I-” a sob racked through his body, you could feel him trembling. He pulled back and looked at you, making sure that you were really there and that he wasn’t still dreaming.

You placed both your hands on the sides of his face, your thumbs wiping the tears that had fallen. “I am here and I am safe honey. I am okay,” you said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his forehead, then leaning your forehead against his. Bob’s breath was still staggering a bit as he leaned more into your touch, closing his eyes.

“It felt so real,” Bob whispered, placing his hands on top of yours, bringing them down to his lap slowly so he could hold them. You lifted your head and Bob opened his eyes, looking into your e/c. “I know,” You frowned,”but you will never have to worry about that. I am not going anywhere, I promise.”

Bob nodded a little, still gripping your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. You could tell he was so tired by the bags under his eyes.

As if he had been trying to stay awake and not fall asleep to see Void, ruining everything and everyone he cared for. Especially you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he lost you. And he would do anything to protect you.

“Why don’t you stay here, and not just tonight. Forever,” You said. “I don’t want to keep waking you up.” You shook your head, “You are not going to be a bother, you are my life, my lover. You can wake me up as many times as you need. It doesn’t matter what for, I am going to be here for you, through the thick and thin.”

You could see Bob's lips turn into a small smile as he nodded,”You’re the love of my life too, Y/n.” You smiled,”Good.”

Bob let go of your hands and crawled under your blankets, lying his head on one of your pillows. You follow and do the same, then open your arms to him. Bob moved closer and laid his head on your chest, his one arm lying on your tummy. But then he leans up to look at you and kisses your lips. You kiss back, your lips moving together in sync.

“I love you so much, thank you for staying,” Bob said against your lips, then pulled back to look into your eyes lovingly. “I love you so much too, and I will always be here,” you said as you pushed some of his hair out of his face.

He lies back down on your chest and quickly falls asleep, listening to the steady beat of your heart. You kiss the top of his head and close your eyes, falling asleep soon after.

[xoxochb]

“perce.”

you rub your thumb over one of his cheeks with your palm cupping his face. his quietness did not go unnoticed by you. though percy had been out since seven this morning and hadn’t returned until six after dinner, it was no wonder he was exhausted.

he melts into the touch of your hand without a hint of hesitation, holding your wrist and running his fingers over the inside of it lightly.

you notice how the warmth of the bath water is slowly beginning to lull you to sleep, and the blatant intimacy of simply washing up together.

“hmm, my sweet girl.”

a gentle smile graces your lips once you hear his voice. you’d missed it all day. “give me your eyes.”

percy averts his gaze from your mouth to your eyes. they’re as green as ever, capturing you within the depths of their seas. though his eyelids threaten to close at any given moment.

“let’s go to bed, my love.”

“will you be there?”

there he is.

“of course.”

you drop your hand from his face but keep it outstretched for him to take, standing in the process. percy takes it and intertwines your fingers together.

you step out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel for each you and percy. he begins drying himself while you settle to wrap it around your damp body before reaching to unplug the drain to let the water diminish.

when you turn back around you grab percy’s hand again, this time exiting the bathroom with a flick off of the lights, and into the bedroom of the cabin.

percy follows you closely, hovering flush beside you. it takes everything in you not to laugh at his puppy like behavior.

when you reach the dresser, you depart from him to dress. on a typical night, you’d only settle for a pair of underwear and nothing else to sleep. though you had newly bought a matching set of pajamas with percy.

it wasn’t anything serious, but he had found pants with sharks on them— and he would have been crazy not to buy them.

you each slip on your pairs, though while percy decides going shirtless you slide on one of his t-shirts.

once finished dressing, you quickly dry your hair and through your towel in the bathroom to be dealt with in the morning. percy does the same but opts to shake his head to dry out his hair.

specks of water are thrown at you in result of this. it was impossibly hard not to laugh at his antics. you rush quickly to bed to avoid it, cozying beneath the soft blankets until percy joins you shortly after.

then, you curl into him. entwining your limbs together as you always do.

“sleeping yet?” you rest your chin on his shoulder to peer up at him.

percy looks down at you, pecking your forehead. “yep. dead asleep.”

your smile grows unbearably wide. “I presumed as much.”

he takes one of your cheeks within his palm and peppers tiny kisses to your face ever so gently. one after another until you don’t yearn for any other feeling but this.

“I thought— mphm—” a quick kiss to your mouth stops you for a second. “I thought you were sleeping. is this a new thing you do? instead of drooling now?”

“it’s involuntary. I love you, sweet girl.”

“I was afraid you would say that.” you sigh playfully. “I love you too, percy.”

[im-robins-bitch]

Eddie is really bad at flirting:

You mention your nose is cold and he leans in like he might kiss it and then huffs hot air on it instead.

He follows steves advice and puts on a rom-com, but it's so boring. He yawns, and you start thinking he’s going to do the move, but instead, he falls asleep and drools in your hair.

Takes you out for milkshakes, but forgets his wallet is chained to his everyday jeans (he wore his fancy ones just for you) so you have to pay for the drinks (you don’t mind) but he's mortified. 

Wants to hold your hand so bad, but can’t bring himself to do it. 

He just stares really hard, and you think you’ve made him mad.

Buys you flowers, but when he’s about to hand them over, a wasp flies over. He drops them and shrieks.

He misses on your first kiss and plants one on ur chin.

You ask him if he wants to share a blanket, and he rushes to get an extra one bc poor baby is so used to being seen as ‘gross’ he doesn't realise u wanna cuddle.

When you ask to ‘compare hand sizes’, he gets a ruler out to measure them that way

Then one day he puts on a horror movie, 

You rest your head on his shoulder, and he freezes up because he isn’t used to being touched :(

So you grab his hand and rub your thumb across his knuckles till he relaxes. 

When it gets scary, you bury your face in his shoulder 

He asks if you’re scared, you raise your head, and nod, so he wraps his arm around you

You’re cheesing so hard you can barely plant the kiss on his cheek for smiling

He turns just at that moment, and you end up kissing his lips. 

Now you’re both cheesing

“I really-really like you, Eddie,” You would mumble, half into his cheek. 

He’d be bright red at this point.”I really like you too, Sweetheart…Sorry, I’m not very good at this stuff”

“You’re perfect Eds”