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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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Give You Blue

Epilogue

You are my universe, my everything, my sunset. You still give me butterflies, my lullaby. You are everything I wanted.

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: switching POVs (reader is second-person, Eren is third), fluff, established relationship, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), cunnilingus, face-riding, spit play, pet names (sweetie, honey, sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby)

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Author’s Note: Just an excuse to write a little bonus chapter about these two! Fluffy, adorable, and happily in love! Also a little smut added to the mix. Thank you everyone for reading this story all the way through the end! Love and appreciate every single one of you. What a journey this has been. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated, as always.

It’s 11:45 PM, New Year’s Eve, fifteen minutes before the start of the new year. You leave your family gathered downstairs to head up to your room, shutting the door quietly, tapping your boyfriend’s contact on your phone screen.

Eren answers after two rings. “Hey, cutie. Hold on.” There’s shuffling, like you’ve been temporarily put in his pocket. In the background, you hear him announce, “Mom, I’m pretty tired. Going to bed now.”

“But you’ll miss midnight!” she responds.

You hear his dad chime in. “Let him, honey. He can make his own decisions.” There’s a hint of bitterness in his tone that even you can detect on the other end of the line.

Your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, muttering a quick, “Happy New Year.” There’s more rustling, then sounds of steps going up stairs, ending with a gentle thud of a door closing. “Sweetie? You still there?” he asks, finally alone.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You smile into the phone, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he greets back. “It’s so nice hearing your voice.”

“I feel the same way,” you reply, falling back into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling. “How was tonight?”

“Oh, you know, the usual: My mom cooked too much food for three people and my dad has been sneaking little jabs at me. Nothing new.”

Eren officially changed his major before the end of the semester from pre-med to education, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders while a tinier one replaces it, aka his father’s overall disapproval. Dr. Jaeger stood by his word, threatening that he would no longer support his son financially once he made the switch, to which Eren has been preparing for. He has two new on-campus jobs lined up for him at the start of the new semester, along with the weekly music session at the elementary school Erwin Smith’s dad works at. The first week of winter break, he was ready to apply for a few loans to help him throughout the rest of his term. Then, to his shock, his father approached him, informing him that he will actually continue to pay for his education, on the condition that he graduates with outstanding grades and a job guaranteed. Eren’s sure it was his mother who was behind the change in heart, to which he’ll forever be grateful for. Unfortunately, this hasn’t stopped his father from making snide remarks here and there.

You sympathize with him, saying, “I’m sorry.”

His charming grin is audible through the phone. “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

“Where’s Mikasa? And your brother?”

“Mikasa left this morning to spend the rest of break with Jean. And Zeke had to head back to prepare for some conference, so he’s actually in your neck of the woods right now,” he answers, referring to your hometown and current location: Marley. He adds, “To be honest, I wish I was there too.”

You smile, kicking your feet, belly fluttering with butterflies. “We’ll see each other in a week. Do you really miss me that much?” you tease.

“More than anything.”

Swallowing hard, sentimental words dancing on the tip of your tongue (I miss you too, I think about you every day), you remain silent, too shy to get them out. Instead, he continues speaking, changing the subject to talk about what his mom prepared and the new year traditions behind them. She decided to do a spread of German foods this time around: pork sausages for good luck, sauerkraut for more money, and lentil soup for even better luck. He tells you about his childhood, popping open apple cider to tip into everyone’s glasses, watching the fireworks light up the sky from a distance, igniting sparklers outside with Armin, Mikasa, and the other neighborhood kids on the street. You listen to him intently, imagining a young Eren with that same signature bright smile he dons as an adult; warm, genuine, full of light. It’s no wonder you fell for him, especially in a time of your life where you were shrouded in darkness from the fallout of your heartbreak, unsure when you’d ever see sunshine again.

I love you. Every time you think it, you double back, convincing yourself that it’s too soon, too much in such a short amount of time. After all, it’s only been a little over a month since the two of you officially became a couple. Wouldn’t it be crazy to express such a weighted confession?

When there’s a small pause in the conversation, finished with his stories, you start, “Eren,” ready to admit it.

“Oh, it’s already 11:59!” he interjects, excited. “How many seconds do we have left?”

You turn on the TV, switching to a local channel that’s displaying a countdown. “Ah, ten seconds!” You watch the clock, listening to Eren announce the numbers in your ear. At three, you join in. “3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

Downstairs, you hear your family cheering, clinking flutes of champagne or cider with each other. The sound of fireworks bursting can be heard faintly through your window. On the opposite end of the line, Eren says, “Happy New Year, beautiful. Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You smile. “Me too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join your family downstairs?” he asks.

“Positive. I want to start the new year with you.”

He laughs softly. “Me too. And you know what? For the first time in a long time, I’m actually excited about the new year. I used to dread going back, always so anxious about my new classes. All the tests and projects I had to work on during the semester. Even interacting with my classmates because it was always so competitive. Now, my new curriculum sounds interesting, and I feel good about my cohort. I just know this year is going to be a great one.” He pauses, choosing his next statement carefully. “I’m also looking forward to us. We’ve got all the time in the world now. I can’t wait to create so many more memories with you.”

Your heart beats faster, taken back by his sincerity. You decide not to confess to him tonight, not because you’re unsure, but because you mean it more. Those three words don’t seem enough to express that to him. Not yet at least. There’s no pressure to rush into anything; as he said, you’ve got all the time in the world.

~~~

Spring semester of sophomore year starts off smoothly, especially for Eren. This is the only time during his collegiate career that he’s felt at ease. While he’s equally as diligent as he was before, he enjoys the material he’s learning, rather than stressing each passing day like he once was. Having his supportive girlfriend by his side is also a huge help, maybe the biggest of them all. He’s never been happier.

Technically, it’s forbidden for RAs to date their residents. However, that hasn’t stopped them, often sneaking into his room to do what couples usually do. Quite frankly, neither are worried about hiding it, considering the rest of the dormitory residents are well aware of the relationship and unfazed by it. Still, whenever one of Eren’s managers visits, he’s extra diligent in keeping that information private.

As for her situation with her ex, she has completely moved on, and seemingly so has he. Occasionally, she’ll spot Reiner walking around campus with his fraternity brothers or classmates. She and him will exchange a cordial head nod, polite wave, sometimes a reminiscent smile, but nothing more. Acknowledging each other’s presence, understanding there’s no more left to their story. A fleeting moment of reminiscence about their past life together, gone as soon as it appears. During these times, Reiner will flash a serious glance at Eren. It’s not threatening or malicious, more like a cautionary warning. He can’t blame the guy; after all, Reiner was her first love, and vice versa. Despite their relationship coming to an end, deep down, they must care for each other to some degree. Even as the new boyfriend, he can understand that, so he remains unbothered by it.

Despite his father agreeing to continue the payment of his tuition, Eren decided to work at least one part-time job this semester to supplement date nights or gifts for his girlfriend. His job is being the front desk of the school library, helping students locate resources or manage the study rooms. For the most part, his schedule is manageable. However, when the week of midterms arrives, it gets a little more complicated. The facility remains open twenty-four hours on weeks like this so students have a place to study at all times. Driven by the increased pay during the night shifts, Eren offers to work them without thinking how it’ll affect his daily routine. It’s only after the first night that he realizes he won’t be able to see his girlfriend until the week is over. With her being just as busy with group projects, there isn’t a time they have free to see each other. So, they settle for voicemails and text message spanning the next few days, which in Eren’s mind, pass by like weeks, maybe months. He misses her.

Finally, Friday comes, and exams are over. After his last class, he heads straight for his room, knocking out for a long nap. He wakes up to gentle tapping on his door. When he answers, he’s thrilled to see her, smiling brightly at him. “Hi.”

Before he can respond with words, he launches forward, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so happy to see you.” He buries his nose to the top of her head, inhaling that familiar scent he’s been yearning for all week long. “I missed you so much.”

She laughs, music to his ears, warming his entire soul. “I missed you too.”

He pulls her into his room, pushing the door closed by pressing her up against it with a kiss. They stay like this for a while, his hands caressing her cheeks, her fingers hooked to the waistband of his sweats, tugging ever-so-slightly towards her. They kiss each other, languid, soft, and effortless, like this is exactly where they’re meant to be. He’s been deprived too long without her. He won’t waste another second.

She pulls away, leaning back to look at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner now?”

He smirks, mouth grazing her ear. “I am hungry, but for something else.” One hand trails down to her hip, squeezing. “I’ve been starving for you all week. Dessert first, then dinner.”

She giggles, nipping at his lower lip. “Are we calling this dessert now?”

“Yup,” he grins. “Because it’s going to be so, so sweet.”

~~~

Within minutes, your clothes are tossed to the floor, stripped and bare in his bed, sheets twisted beneath as your lips smack noisily with each other. “Can I taste you now? Please?” Eren asks.

You nod, rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for him. He shakes his head, hoisting you over him. “Not like that. I want you to ride my face.”

“What?” you stammer, surprised at the suggestion.

“Ride my face,” he repeats.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure. I want it so bad, baby.” The way his voice sounds needy and desperate has your pussy throbbing. Carefully, you straddle him, lowering yourself slowly. His hands slide around your thighs, gripping you. “Come on. Smother me, sweetie.” More aggressively, he shoves you to his face, tongue already out and licking at your clit. You grasp onto the headboard, rolling your hips onto his mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. His moans are muffled, vibrating into your skin with his lips puckered to your bud, sucking.

Soon, you’re coming for him, slick gushing from your slit. He drinks it up, slurping it noisily, his hips thrusting into nothing, cock stiff against his abdomen. “Fuck, you taste so good. Think you can ride my cock now, princess?”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you whimper in response, readjusting yourself so you’re on his lap, sliding your slippery cunt along his erect shaft. He rests his head on his palms, elbows splayed, watching you. “That’s it, baby. Get it nice and creamy with your cum. You’re doing such a good job.”

The praise spurs you on, rubbing yourself on his dick until you’re ready for him, tingling all over. You sink down, cock sliding in smoothly until he bottoms out, your pussy entirely full of him. He plants his feet to the bed, thrusting into you gradually. “I know you already came, but can you give me one more, sweetie? Just one more?” It sounds like he wants to add a pretty please to the end of it, nodding his head affirmatively, looking up at you with innocent eyes while he fucks you relentlessly.

You let out a pathetic whimper, nodding along with him, totally captivated. He smiles so sweetly, the tinge of wickedness in his eyes almost goes unnoticed. Almost. Your boyfriend can be a real menace sometimes, acting tender as he man-handles you like his own personal sex doll. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s breathing heavily, exerting all the energy left in his being to give you the best fuck of your life. You bounce on his lap until your legs are spent, yielding all control to him. One hand travels up your spine and lands at the nape of your neck, caressing you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue swirls into your mouth, pushing his thick saliva past your lips. He halts his brutal thrusts, hard cock all the way inside you, pussy throbbing around it.

“Open up, sweetie,” he says. You’re high off his cock, too dumbed out to think rationally, so you obey his command, sticking your tongue out. He bites his lip, studying you like you’re the prized treasure he’s about to collect. He tips your head towards him, leaning in close to spit a wad of his saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.” You do, guzzling every drop of it down your throat.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he coos.

“Give me more,” you groan, sticking your tongue out.

He grins, smooching your nose. “You like it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You nod, eyes half-lidded as he does it again, his hot, frothy spit coating the inside of your mouth. Arms coiled around his neck, you clutch onto him tightly, electricity rippling from your core throughout the rest of your body as he pumps his cock in and out of you.

“Eren,” you whimper, nuzzling his ear. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or the fact that you haven’t seen him all week and you missed him so much, you’re bursting at the seams. In a breathy huff, it slips out. “I love you.”

Suddenly, he pauses, stunned by your confession. He holds your face between his palms, staring at you with a serious expression. “What did you say?”

“I love you.”

His lips part, dumbfounded and in a daze, with his dick still hard inside you. It’s not what you imagined it would be like, but in this moment, you wanted to get it off your chest. It’s been simmering within you since New Year’s, and while it’s not the most luxurious of settings, it’s intimate and special, especially with the way his eyes twinkle. “You love me?” he reiterates, clearly in disbelief.

With more confidence, you reply, “I love you, Eren.” You nuzzle your nose to his, smiling. “I love you.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you this whole time.”

The two of you giggle into each other’s mouths as you kiss, Eren whispering “I love you” in between. You rock your hips onto his lap, making love slowly until eventually, you come together, skin hot and dewy with sweat, hearts thumping loudly against your chests. He cradles you in his arms, peppering more soft smooches around your face, intertwining his legs with yours. A perfect fit.

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lescraze · 1 year ago

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In this oil on canvas painting by Criselda Vasquez, she uses her parents to reinterpret and contemporize the iconic 1930 painting by Grant Wood, American Gothic.

My parents were young migrant workers, my dad was brought into migrant work at a very young age, he dropped out of school when he was in middle high to do so. He was brought into migrant work by his mom and his moms mom, and so on. Migrant work is all my dad knew, on the other hand, my mom finished school, and attended university prior to getting pregnant, which pushed her into working in such conditions. Still was very interested in continuing to educate herself in any way possible. In the early 2000’s my parents officially decided to stay in Colorado, even though they could have chosen from California, New Mexico, Arizona, or Colorado, my parents were set on Colorado. My mom, still wanting to expand her knowledge , began taking English classes at our local Migrant Head Start, a head start that was for migrant families in the summer to provide child care services and early childhood education. My mom has no ESL (English as a second language) degree whatsoever, but, my mom took time out of her day and energy to not only teach herself English, but to help her 5 year old daughter with her english. My dad on the other hand didn't bother learning the language, and soon after getting basic knowledge on the language, I became my dads personal interpreter.

Now growing up in a strictly spanish speaking household, even after learning english. My parents made it more of a priority to speak Spanish at home as much as possible, because they believed that in not doing so, we would lose our spanish my dad would go off and yell, “No no no en esta casa se abla Espanol, nada de ese engl-eesh” or “Na nada de eso, espanol por favor”, Making it hard to practice my english at times outside of school, but still very much grateful for this decision now. In school I strictly spoke english, because besides being the only place I could practice, my teachers would make it a priority we only spoke english as school, especially those in the ESL program. This is what always confused me about the situation. I wasn't allowed to speak Spanish at school, but I became my school's interpreter on almost every occasion, so you know, I kinda had to speak Spanish for that. Same at home, I was not allowed to speak English to or around my parents inside the house or outside, but yet I was always told "Mija diles esto…” and I went off speaking english. At the time, it made it hard to be encouraged in being the bilingual student or the interpreter everywhere I go, but now thinking back, I wouldn't have it any other way. Boy was that annoying, but no one else would do it. Even though there were times where I wished I only knew one language and cried, because other children and peers would make fun of my accent, in which now, I am extremely thankful. Everytime I felt like not wanting to speak because I said ‘Cinnamon’ instead of ‘synonym’ (say it out loud and tell me it doesn't sound the same) I always had my momma cheering me on. Times where I felt frustrated because I couldn't understand a concept, my mom was also there reminding me that being bilingual is an honor, and should be embraced and would tell me, “Nunca te avergüences por tu lenguaje! Puedes conquistar el mundo sabiendo dos lenguajes , nunca te avergüences mija” (Never be ashamed for your language. You can rule the world knowing 2 languages). Boy, my mama couldn't be more right…

#Bilingual #hispanic #mexicanamerican #Latinx

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beanarie · 3 months ago

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here's another scene for the fic i posted a day or two ago. alternate title: rip philip buckley.

the messenger part two

"I don't want to go," Evan said.

Tommy glanced up from the flight listings on his tablet. Since finishing his delayed shower (alone), Evan had perched on the far end of the bed with his back turned. "All anyone there knew was a nineteen year-old who failed at everything. It- It was never home."

Tommy put the tablet aside. "Evan, I don't give a shit if you go or not." That was blunt even for him, bordering on cruel, but Evan gave a watery laugh. He heard what Tommy didn't say. You're the only thing I care about. Make the decision that's right for you.

Evan made a sad sound and crawled into Tommy's arms. "She's going to be so much," he grated out, his head against Tommy's chest. It wasn't comfortable. Evan ran warm as a baseline. Tonight he felt like he had a fever. "I don't think I can handle it. But I can't- I can't do that to Maddie. What kind of garbage person would make her deal with that alone?"

Tommy ran his fingers through Evan's damp hair. "Maddie won't be alone." Her husband was literally one of the best people Tommy had ever met. Howie had grabbed her hands the instant she and Evan had separated, and hadn't let go of her the entire time. He'd still been holding on when they'd left, Evan bringing up the rear toting a sleeping Jee-Yun.

"Not the same," Evan said, which was true, but Tommy didn't care, not right then.

Tommy looked over at his buzzing phone. "Listen-"

Evan didn't shake. He vibrated, a low level hum throughout his body. "Just let me pretend for a minute that we're not going."

"Okay."

One hand made a loose fist, gathering the fabric of Tommy's shirt at the small of his back. "We're gonna stay here on the other side of the country while they bury my dad. I won't have to hear my mom crying like her heart is in worse shape than his was. No one will tell me I'm a bad son who never came to visit."

Tommy rested his chin on the top of Evan's head. An angle his neck didn't enjoy, but it was worth it. "If anyone so much as thinks that in your direction, I will punch them in the throat."

Evan ran his fingers down Tommy's forearm. "They didn't even tell us he was having surgery."

"Would it have helped?" Tommy asked in all sincerity. They'd both witnessed death numerous times. Was it better when loved ones could see the loss coming? Not always.

"I don't know," Evan admitted. "But things were- they were better, you know? We talked on purpose sometimes and it went fine. I don't understand why they didn't at least tell Maddie."

"Do you think she'll try to throw it in your face at some point?"

Evan flinched, proving Tommy's guess had hit its mark. "God, I- I hate thinking of her that way. She's my mom."

"Motherhood doesn't come with emotional regulation, unfortunately."

"She was better," Evan said again. He exhaled loudly. "Maybe it- it won't be so bad."

"Maybe. I'm here regardless."

After a moment of silence, Evan lifted himself up with a hand on either side of Tommy's hips. They kissed quietly, and he laid his forehead on Tommy's shoulder. "What did I do," he asked, almost to himself. "What did I do to deserve you?"

If pressed, Tommy could rattle off a list. But Evan didn't need to hear about his willingness to set himself on fire for someone he loved, or about how he could see in a glance that Tommy was having a bad day, about how quickly he'd learned what Tommy needed at times like those. "You were you. That's all you ever needed to be."

#911 abc #bucktommy #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #tw parent death #as reality sinks in idk if i'll ever want to write again so here!#my writing #things by beanarie

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cacoetheswriting · 10 months ago

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pearl: august 1986 [drabble]

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: approx. 900 summary: finally you embark on the adventure of a lifetime with your best friend turned boyfriend, eddie.

content warnings: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, adult language - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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a/n: wanted to wrap this series up completely with a final little drabble. thank you to everyone that’s been reading and showing support, it really means more than you can imagine! ily <3

“And here’s a whole bag filled with crackers, salted peanuts, and Oreos, “ Robin explains the last of the random stuff she’s packed for you and slides her arm around your waist. She tilts her head and you meet her gaze. “Still can’t believe you’re leaving me behind, you bitch. Just promise you’ll call every single day.”

“Every day,” you repeat and squeeze her gently, “As long as I’m near a pay phone, that is.”

Robin proceeds to pinch your arm, a squeal escaping your mouth as a result.

“Then you better make damn sure you find yourself near a pay phone or I’m following you out there and dragging your ass home.”

You chuckle. “Okay, okay. I promise… mom.”

“Bitch,” she exhales.

“I’ll miss you too, Buckley.”

Her hold on you lasts only a few minutes more. After letting out a soft sigh, Robin walks back inside the house and you’re trying to remain strong, not let your emotions show because you know the second you’d let the tears fall, you’d reconsider leaving her behind.

After you made the decision to leave Hawkins with Eddie, embark on this adventure together, you both told your mom and Wayne first. They were quick to agree that it’s a great idea. Not only that, they decided to join — at least for a portion of the trip.

The plan was for them to keep you company until New Orleans. There, after some sightseeing, mom and Wayne would take a flight to San Diego. Luckily, you still had some relatives from your dad’s side of the family living in the area; family who after seeing on the news of what happened to most of Hawkins was very quick to offer help. So while mom and Wayne got settled in California, you and Eddie would finish your trip, eventually meeting them there.

Goodbye Hawkins, hello San Diego.

It was a good plan. Everyone agreed there was nothing left for you or Eddie here, but as the date of your move approached, you couldn’t help feeling sad. Robin was staying here, as was Steve. They were going to remain in Hawkins with Dustin, Eleven, and their group friends. Wistful, the thought of moving onto better things while they remained.

Eddie finds you staring blankly at the boot of the car. You hear him sneak up behind you, but you don’t turn around. His arms manoeuvres under yours and wraps around your waist, holding you in place while gently placing his chin atop your left shoulder.

“It’s all so bittersweet,” you say quietly, not looking at him.

“But it’s also for the best,” Eddie’s tone is encouraging, “With Wayne and your mom also coming, and this plan for a new chapter in San Diego, aside from our friends, Hawkins is overshadowed with bad memories.”

As you turn on your heel to face him, Eddie’s arms wrap around your waist.

“This dingy old town gave me you. I’ll be eternally grateful for that.”

“Me too,” he pecks your lips before pressing his forehead to yours, “But you also almost lost me here, forever, and shit it might be selfish to say, I don’t want that happening again. This place is cursed. We’ll be happy in California.”

He’s right. You know he’s right.

Though it still doesn’t make it any easier because goodbyes suck. You knew that all too well. They’re hard, filled with sorrow and sometimes even regret. And as the group gathers outside for the last goodbye, you can’t hold in the tears anymore.

They first break when you hug Eleven. Then her friends, whom you’ve gotten to know in the worst of times, especially Dustin who holds onto you a little longer than everyone else, muttering: “Take care of him, please”.

The seal breaks completely when Robin approaches with a sullen look on her face. She wraps her arms around you tentatively and you return the embrace instantly. You’ve always felt safe around her and by the way she sniffles into me, you know the feeling is mutual.

“What’s crazy about all this is that you finally kissed Munson,” Robin jokes after a few moments of silence. “Thought you’d never grow the balls.”

You roll your eyes at her comment then pull away slowly, although not fully letting go. Instead you hold her by her forearms. “I’ll miss you, Buckley.”

“Just be safe, okay? And if he hurts you in any way, you call straight away. I will gladly kick his ass.” Robin says, loud enough for Eddie to hear, then walks towards him to also give him a hug.

Your last goodbye is with Steve. His hold on you is strong and the tears that stream down your face as a result are salty. He’s crying too, you can hear him trying to catch his breath. He’d been there for you in the worst of times and because of that, you’re forever bonded. Although the hug doesn’t feel like a complete goodbye. You’re certain you’ll see him again and when you eventually break apart, he promises to visit as soon as you get settled in San Diego.

The whole group stands hand-in-hand, watching you and Eddie get settled in the car — mom and Wayne are already waiting in the backseat. The metalhead looks at you while buckling his seatbelt. There’s a smile on his face and despite your tears, you can’t help but return the expression.

No more sorrow, is all you think as you look at the boy in front of you.

And as if he knows what you’re thinking, Eddie leans across from the driver's seat and captures your lips in a gentle kiss before muttering, “Here’s to our next adventure, my pearl.”

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& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys , @kurdtbean

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camisoledadparis · 2 months ago

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STORY: Christmas

Going Home for Christmas after breaking up with my former partner.

Its been three years since I last visited my parent's home for for the Christmas Holidays. Robert, my former partner, always insisted that we stay in our own home and have friends and family visit our home for the Holidays. I'm convinced it was all engineered to show off Robert's latest acquisitions; a piece of furniture or some collectible treasure he purchased on the internet.

Robert, is almost ten years older than me and insists that his way is always the best without any discussion or consideration for my wants or wishes. It was just this past Thanksgiving that Robert and I had a shouting match concerning his insistence that I was, and always would be subordinate to his decisions and desires. His treasures were exactly that, HIS!

After cleaning up the dinner table and loading the dishwasher, I walked out of our bedroom caring my overnight bag and a suitcase containing my meager belongings. In the living room Robert was completely shocked when I told him that I was fed up with his manipulation and I was leaving him and that anything I've left behind was his to do with as he saw fit. From the time that I walked into the living room with my suitcases, and made my announcement, Robert, sat in stunned silence with his mouth agape as I turned, said goodbye and walked out the door with Larry, my dog.

I spent a couple of nights at a motel before I found a studio apartment within walking distance of the Veterinary Clinic where I'm most often performing small animal surgery. Leaving Robert was like being set free. I was excited and very happy to once again be on my own and in charge of my life again. I directed all phone calls to voice mail and accepted only those of my trusted friends.

I surprised my parents when I phoned and told them that my dog Larry and I would be there for Christmas this year. I'll be going back to my childhood home home for the Christmas Holidays. My sister, Peg and her fiance Gary, are joining us for the Holidays. This will be the first time that all of us will be together in the house Peggy and I grew up in since Peg and I finished college. Although he would never say so, I knew my, Dad, like Mom, was happy to have the house full again.

Larry and I arrived at my parents house three days before Christmas. Both Mom and Dad are in their sixties now, having parents who are older turned out to be a boon to both Peg and I growing up. No matter what question we posed to them, we always got a correct and accurate response about every thing from Church and Religion, to the mysteries of the opposite sex.

When I was still in College, I came out to my family as a gay man, to a surprising and open acceptance of my sexuality from my entire family. When I told them that I was terrified that they wouldn't accept me as I am. It was my Dad that set about telling me that no matter what the circumstances, I am and always will be their son, whom they will always love unconditionally.

“God made you as you are, David. Who are we to question His motives? We are forever grateful and blessed to have had the gifts of you and your sister. We would never question His reasons or motives. You are our son and we love you exactly as you are.”

Dad and I finished putting the last of the outside Christmas lights and decorations in the front yard and on the house as well. With Dad and I working in the yard Larry never left my Mom's side. By the time we get back to our new home in the city that little dog will have put on ten pounds if his care and feeding is left up to my Mom.

From the first, since leaving Robert, I wasn't upset in any way nor despondent or sad about ending our relationship. There was nothing there that I wanted or needed. A couple of my friends informed me that Robert was shocked to his core that anyone would leave him and his (our) beautiful home. For the first time in a long while, I felt good about myself and I love my little apartment. People at the Clinic, began to think that I had found a new love. I was very happy to be out on my own again.

Since I was just a little guy, I've loved everything to do with Christmas, This year I got a tree so big it filled almost a third of the total space in my little apartment. Growing up Dad always insisted that the tree top Angel's wings reach to the ceiling. After Peg and Gary arrived I excused myself and asked my Mom if she needed anything while I was out and she handed me a two page grocery list and six twenty dollar bills. My first stop was at Wal-Mart where I picked up the little things, candy, fruit and little gifts of practical things, like a Cross ball point pens for the men and necklaces for got the ladies.. I had gifts for every one including Larry, my dog, the current love of my life. While I was finishing up Mom's list I heard my name called over the speaker system.

“Davy Watson...call home.”

I laughed out loud! Only in Woodbury would your mom phone the Bi-Lo to have you add something forgotten to her shopping list. When I looked up from the list, I saw a familiar face coming down the aisle, toward me and laughing. I recognized him immediately, as Jack Brady, our neighbor and my childhood best friend. We hugged each other and remissnessed about the good times growing up. My feelings for Jack were deep seated, having had a crush on him since we were in Middle School. Mom always referred to him as 'that nice Brady boy.' He was always thoughtful and kind, all attributes that everyone should aspire to. Now years later his boyish good looks have morphed into a very handsome , and distinguished man. Jack was laughing about my Mom having me paged at the Bi-Lo. Eventually I gave him a condensed version of my life since High School. At first the flying everywhere was exciting and my work did provide me with a very comfortable living, even though it would be so much more rewarding to have someone to share the my success with.

I related my story of continually crisscrossing the country always flying about from one city to another, never being able to put down roots. I've accumulated an insane number of Frequent Flyer miles and no one to travel with to exotic places. Jack told me about his being a session musician in the recording industry. I was astonished to learn that he plays the Piano, Strings, Horns and Reeds and he sings as well. Plus and has written a couple of big hit songs as well. He's also written a couple of hit songs, one of them that got to number eight on the country charts and another made it to number eleven. Song writing is where the big money is. Just before we parted company Dave said...”Don't forget about us, Jack ... call me while you're flying all over the the country, David.

Back at Mom and Dad's I went to my old bedroom I sat on my old bed and thought about Jacks parting words...”Don't forget about us David.” I wasn't sure what 'us' meant, but I did recognize that our chance meeting back in our home town had reawakened all the old feelings I've always had for that nice Brady boy! (Mom's always know!)

I helped Dad, carrying in wood for the fireplace and making sure that the outside lights were all working correctly. For the seasons first Holiday meal Mom served up Chicken and Dumplings with creamed style corn, biscuits, and cornbread, whipped potatoes with English peas and a Dutch Apple pie with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream for desert. Mom was in her element, cooking for her family always made her the happiest. For Christmas Day Mom served our family favorite, baked chicken (Mom always said that turkey was too dry to be on her menu.) with cornbread dressing and giblet gravy, a green bean Casserole, creamed sweet potato with pineapple and cinnamon topped with chopped walnuts, and my fresh fresh cranberry relish. Christmas cookies were in every room in the house.

On the second day after Christmas Jack packed up his and Larry's things and drove back to our new home in Nashville. I thought about a lot about Jack Brady. I knew I had three days before I had to fly out to the west coast. I unpacked my things and took the note with Jack's phone number from my wallet and called him, He wasn't answering his phone as yet and I left a message inviting him to dinner tonight. He wasn't answering his phone as yet and I left a message inviting him to dinner tonight. A bit after three PM Jack returned my call and we chatted for more than an hour. I wasn't sure of it but I felt certain that Jack is gay. There is nothing that I can point to, it's just the whole vibe I get when he's talking. I sure hope that I'm right about him. He is talented beyond belief musically, handsome, affable and just an all around good man.

I phoned and got a reservation for dinner at the Stillery, downtown on Second Avenue. Their Chop, Chop Salad alone is worth the trip there, delicious beyond belief. (Roasted tomato, Brussels sprouts, roasted red bell pepper, over Romaine lettuce, herbs and shaved hearts of palm, all drizzeled with a honey balsamic vinaigrette.)

We had a terrific time reminiscing about childhood memories of school and old friends. I told him that one day soon I wanted to hear him play, it didn't matter which instrument, I just wanted to hear him play when I return to town from my next business trip. I'll be away for two weeks this time, Crisscrossing the country seven times.

“Well then Jack said... tonight, after our meal I'll take you to my place out on Granny White Pike and I'll play for you.”

Jack's place turned out to be a newly renovated, one story ranch style brick home with a two car garage. In the back yard as far from the main house as possible was a smaller stone structure that looked to be an artists studio with an entire wall of glass that faced a small English style garden away from the main the main house.

I loved Jack's studio, it was the perfect bachelor's place to me with a tiny kitchen an under the counter refrigerator, a bathroom with shower stall and a great room that is 20 feet wide and forty feet long. In the great room the corner opposite the entrance was the music room area with his instruments on stands and a cabinet stuffed full of sheet music. The double bed was hidden by a folding screen and a large fireplace occupied the other end of the studio. It could be the quintessential bachelor pad.

Jack opened the keyboard and sat at the Piano. The song he began to play was a long time favorite of my Paternal Grandmother Watson Titled, Clair deLune. Gran played it every time I visited with her. I was riveted to my seat. Jack's music was so beautiful I felt a tear trace down one cheek remembering my dear sweet Grandmother.

“You have a wonderful gift Jack, making music is where you belong. I am very jealous of you and your talent, my friend.”

“I know that you said you are flying out in a couple of days, you have my phone number, call me David, we can chat on the phone until we see each other again.”

There was no doubt about it David was completely transfixed by Jack's playing of the Debussy piece. It's more than him just playing an instrument...I got the feeling that for jack, music is very similar to Worship for him

“I'm serious about you calling me while you are crisscrossing the country high above us. David. I don't want us to lose touch again., You've always been my good friend and I do want to us to keep in touch. With my crazy schedule it's hard to find and keep good friends. We go back a long time together, we're connected differently than anyone else I know.

True to his word, David called me every evening after work. He devised a guessing game with me, trying to figure out where he was tonight with clues supplied by David. It felt good just to be talking to him, there was never anything of much importance other than the fact that we were connecting with each other again. About two weeks into his cross country flights there was a layover flight at his home base in Nashville. As soon as we were allowed to deplane I rushed through the tunnel and was about to hail a cab when I saw a Limo Driver holding up a sign with “WATSON” on it. The driver held the door for me as I he climbed into the Limo.

“Hello handsome, are you just passing through or are you gonna stay a while.” David was surprised that a Limo was there to meet him and he didn't realize that it was Jack in the Limo until he heard him giving the Driver his instructions,. Downtown we exited the Limo at the The Hermitage Hotel on 8th avenue. In Nashville.”

Tonight we'll share a two bedroom suite, but I'm hoping that as more time goes by, there will only be a need for just one bed, Jack had done a great job, there was a room service cart with a variety of cold cut meats as well as wine, beer and blended whiskey all on the cart. David found out later that Jack has friends all over the city, always willing to help out a friend. The Hotel suite, the food cart and liquor tray were all furnished by the Hotel's night crew who are much more lenient than the daytime crew.

The Limo driver deposited them at the Hotel and said that he would pick them up at 9:45 AM for David's out bound flight at 11:00 AM. Entering the Hotel Suite, David dropped everything he was carrying and pulled Jack into a hug, Looking into David's eyes Jack gave a nervous little smile. He started to say something but Davy spoke first.

“ I hope that we don't cause any trouble for the night crew here at the Hermitage. They've done so much.”

The first thing that David wanted to do was take a shower. Jack could hear him humming a tune. When David came out of the shower he was wearing only a towel tied around his waist. Seeing a near naked David, flustered Jack, he had no memory of Jack's pre-adolescent body, but the man standing before him with only a towel around his w is the embodiment of everything Jack had ever wanted in a partner and lover. There's a mat of dark brown chest hair spread across David's muscular pecs and a dark, tantalizing, treasure Trail splitting him down the middle. David's cock was pressing against the towel as it began to plump up.

“Stay here with me tonight Jack. We've plenty of food and drink, no need to leave the comfort and convenience of the hotel, There are two beds, I remember that we often slept together when we were 'tweens. I remember your stiff cock poking against my back side. For a little guy you were packing out sized equipment.”

Both men were tired, Jack from a long recording session at the studio and David from a flight from Seattle to Nashville. They both lay on the bed, fully clothed. Soon they were both sleeping soundly.

Sometime during their nap, David pulled Jack tightly against him as they went back to sleep. David' s very hard cock pressed firmly against Jack's backside. Jack let out a sigh of contentment and pushed back against David's firm body against him. David's whistling in the shower woke Jack around six thirty the next morning.

“Last night was the best night's sleep I can remember in a long while David. I know we started out in separate beds but I remember waking with you spooned to me, holding me close against you, my body molded to yours. I can't remember the last time that happened. It's been a long time since anyone held me like that. I slept so very well cuddled up with you.”

“I slept well too, David, very well.

The next morning, the Hotel limo delivered Jack and David to he to the airport. As Jack stood watching David's plane until it was out of sight he felt a large lump in his throat, he fought back tears as he watched David's plane depart...Jack felt a stabbing pain in his chest, an overpowering feeling of loss as he watched until David's plane could no longer be seen. With a heartfelt sigh and a shudder that shook his entire body, Jack collected his things and went back to his home alone. This business with the two of them meeting up again and sleeping spooned together. like they did as children created a strain on Jack. He's developed a strong desire to be with David as his friend and with the hope that one day, they might become much more than friends.

It was the middle of February, two days before Valentines Day when David had two weeks off without

a client meeting. He knew that it is time to own up to these renewed feelings he's developed for Jack. Not yet certain that Jack felt as he did, he knew that it was time to either confess his love or revert to being just former classmates and friends. They had scheduled a diner together for Valentines day and had a wonderful meal. Back at Jack's home David decided that it was time. Once and for all they must make a change.

“It's Time to address the Elephant in the room. I'm gay Jack... and I think, and I hope and pray that you are also. I'm ready, I don't want to wait any longer. I want you! I want us to be together, I've been crazy about you since we were nine years old. That's long enough to find the man that I love. I do love you Jack and I want us to be together. I'll get another job, one that will let me be at home with you at night. There...I've finally said it. I love you David and I want to be with you, to be your partner, your lover and your friend. Is there any chance that you feel the same way as me?”

“I want to make love with you. I has to be you, It has to be you, I've always loved you too. Since we were nine years old, I've never imagined being with anyone else. I can't imagine anyone other than you I want to do that with.”

“YES! I love you the same way David. I had finally worked up the courage to tell you and I intended to tell you tonight...but now we both know the waiting is over. Come with me Jack, It's time, Let's make love.

Their future together, loomed before them, knowing that now they could take their time, but the rush to get naked was still frantic. Sweet and tender kisses gave way to raw, urgent unbridled man sex. Not wanting to wait another second, Jack turned to the sixty nine position and gagged as he tried to take all of David's cock at once.

Jack rubbed his face in the dark chestnut mat of curls that covered Davids chest. The smell of him was intoxicating There were no words now, each acting on his own to caress, hold and kiss the other as each of them explored the other's body. I've wanted you back in my life for a very long time now. Its always been you Jack, you're the only man I've ever wanted. In the shower the stood, embraced from lips to knees as the warm water cascaded over their bodies.

Needing air they broke their kiss and Jack moved his lips to a nipple, getting a deep groan from David. Jack kissed and licked every inch of David he could get his mouth and lips on. David's erection was so hard his cock ached.

“Now Jack, pl large aease. Put your cock inside me now! I've wanted this so very long.” With no lube handy Jack used shampoo to ease Jack's entry. Ever so gently and great patience, Jack eased his cock helmet against David's sphincter.

“It's been a very long time since I've done this Jack, but I want you in me.”

It began to look like David would never open up enough to let Jack's cock enter him. Finally in frustration, David locked his ankles and quickly pulled Jack inside him,stifling a scream as Jack's cock quickly filled him. Instinctively Jack stopped all movement anb remained as still as he possibly could while David gulped in air. It was only a matter of minutes before David was pulling on Jack, wanting more cock inside him. David opened his arms and Jack moved to thrust his cock deeper inside his Jack.

“Oh migod! All of your cock is in me Jack, I'm so full of you. Give it to me now Jack, give me that big cock of yours, make me yours, oh fuck! You feel so good in me. Do it harder babe, give me all of it, this is it Jack, your cock is finally where it belongs, inside me. I love you ...please, fuck me Jack, feed me all of that fat cock of yours. Oh David, I feel it starting. Ohmigod your feel so goodd in me. Ride me, fuck me, love me...your all mine now Jack, I'll never let you go. Jack lifted David's legs and knee walled his way to be atop and behind David's insatiable butt. As they fucked their way to the most satisfying orgasm either of them had ever known. Both David's torso and the bed sheets were soaked with job their semen when Jack collapsed atop Davids stomach and chest. Neither said a word, they just lay together. No words were needed and it would still be a while before either of them could talk.

David gave notice the following afternoon of his intention to resign from his job but his boss refused to accept David's resignation.

“David will you stay on with us and do your work by telephone as much as possible. There will still be three day seminar sessions twice a year, you'll always have your preference in accommodations and your title of Client Manager with a Corporate Credit Card as well. We don't want to lose you David. Take a week or two off and get settled into your new home.”

They moved David's things into Jack's house the following day. The boxes with David's things remained stacked in the great room for four days while David and Jack tried to make up for lost time together. Taking time off his job himself, Jack kept David busy in the bedroom as they made love in every room in the house so often that they didn't bother with keeping count any longer.

It was into their second week of living together that Jack asked David to top him.

“I see how much David loves to have you fuck him and I want to feel that emotion like you do. Will you please teach me to ride your cock David.”

“Yes! It's just another way for me to love you, of course I want you to top me David but I will always want your magnificent cock in me.”

Another beginning!

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midnghtprentiss · 2 years ago

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family - spencer reid

summary: four times spencer and his daughter made you feel like family and one time you were family.

singledad!spencer x reader

a/n: no use of y/n, no body descriptions, a couple os swear words, pregnancy. english >is not< my first language. enjoy!

materlist

One.

Spencer became a dad at a really young age. He was twenty one when his daughter, Estelle, was born. Her biological mom left and since this day he was a single father and the best he could ever be. When he entered the BAU, she was three and he wasn’t alone anymore. Everyone helped him besides he insisted it was fine. Penelope was the first one to put Este under her wings and took her everywhere. During the trips he trusted his baby’s life with the blonde woman and every time was the best decision.

Things changed when they welcomed you to the team. Emily and you were greeted at the same time but you caught his eye. Not because you have the same age but how his daughter was obsessed with you. She couldn’t hear your voice and see your face that it was over to everybody. You used to joke that if she went missing it was her fault. A few times Spencer forgot that she was not your real kid and his mind played tricks on him.

‘’Reid, I’m taking your daughter home with me. You’re never seeing her again, just like Tangled.’’ You blew him a kiss and the sound of Estelle’s laugh made everyone smile. ‘’I am the funniest person you know, hm? But I’m serious, if you need some time to sleep, read or do whatever I can watch her. The girls are coming over tonight and we love to have Ellie around.’’

‘Ellie’’ was the nickname you gave her. The only one that called her like that. He loved how you created such a beautiful bond and he can count on you all the time, even when he doesn’t have to say a word in moments like this. Like a family.

‘’It’s alright, I need to take her bag in the car but you can take her. Thank you, I really need to sleep.’’ He smiles at your direction, taking his kid again.

‘’We are leaving at five, when she’s ready you know where to find me.’’ You come closer to him, holding the little girl's hand. ‘’Are you ready to your first girls night, Ellie?’’

A not normal but really close family and he was so grateful for the love they were receiving from everybody, especially you.

Two.

Estelle was growing really fast with the most normal childhood Spencer guaranteed. He made sure she had friends, a nice school, a normal house with a princess room. All the things he didn’t have, he guaranteed she had. She understands sometimes daddy was away for work but auntie Penny was taking good care of her and making a lot of tea parties with her dolls.

She was ten at the time and still obsessed with you. You were her role model of a woman. Smart, pretty, funny and knew her favorite books by heart. She almost considered you as a mother though it was a secret she kept in her heart. Spencer was enamored by how you two treated each other with love and respect.

The team just got back from a case when Spencer heard Estelle’s giggles from something Penelope said and smiled. He stayed away for ten days but it feels like an eternity, he missed waking up with her shaking him and asking for pancakes, he missed her reading her books for him and definitely missed her rambling nonstop over things she learned at school, saw during the day and the scenarios her pretty head was creating. God, he was such a sucker for his baby.

‘’Daddy!’’ All he saw was a cute girl running with a pink fluffy skirt, a purple shirt under a jeans jacket and rainy unicorn boots.

‘’My baby! How are you? I missed you so much. I brought you a gift.’’ He took her in his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

‘’A snowglobe?’’ He nods laughing at her reaction. ‘’I miss you daddy. I have so many things to tell you I wrote all in my diary so I won’t forget.’’ She was proud of her actions and so was Spencer.

It took her a few seconds to finally snap and look around for you. The desperation of not finding you was real for a moment, until she saw you at your desk. The brightest smile appeared on her face when you waved and she runned into your direction.

‘’I finally found you! I miss you, ya know? I asked aunty Penny to help me get you a gift for your birthday and I can’t wait until next week, so here it is.’’ She grabs the little sparkling bag with Penelope and gives it to you.

When you opened the bag there was a picture of you two together at her birthday party from last year. She was smiling while you laughed at something you don’t remember now. Your smile got bigger and you just hugged her.

‘’I love it so much! I’ll put it in my desk so I always remember you.’’ The girl shakes her head ‘helping you put the picture with the most proud feeling ever.

Spencer was watching everything from his desk. A warm feeling radiating from his heart, a cozy and sweet feeling of things right.

‘’You should ask her out, pretty boy. This whole pinning thing is driving me insane and I’ll proudly watch her for you.’’ Derek teased him.

‘’Yeah, give me a second.’’ The man walked towards you wearing a smirk you knew really well.

‘’Pick me up tomorrow at seven, pretty boy.’’ He doesn’t say a word but his heart has a lot to say.

Three.

You and Spencer were dating for almost a year, things happened naturally and lightly. Estelle was happier that her two favorite people were dating, every sleepover was a party and both of you couldn’t be more satisfied.

It was the first time in months that the BAU got a case in Virginia, which was good but bad cause it was closer to home. You and Emily spare for a couple of seconds to get into the precinct when you heard the shot but your first instinct was to look at what was burning. There was a lot of blood coming from your stomach. You look around to notice Emily holding you, noticing the commotion around the building.

‘’Honey, keep your eyes open. Look at me.’’ Emily was trying to not let you close your eyes. ‘’Tell me a secret, anything, but don’t close your eyes.’’

‘’You know Spencer invited me to live with him and I sent him straight to hell.’’ You sight heavily. ‘’I want to say yes, I need to.’’

‘’You will, trust me. I’ll make sure you do.’’ You could hear his voice in the back, screaming something unintelligible for your conscience. ‘’Keep you eyes open, for God's sake!’’

Everything went blank for a while. You only remember waking up in a hospital bed. Penelope was sleeping next to Spencer on the couch. Your head was dizzy and your body hurt a lot. You took a deep breath before Spencer jumped next to you.

‘’Hey you.’’ You spoke softly, holding his hand.

‘’How are you feeling?’’ He strokes your cheek gently.

‘’Sleepy and dizzy. How long?’’ He analyzed your microexpressions before answering. ‘’Stop profiling me, Spencer.’’

‘’Three days. You were shot in the stomach, lost a lot of blood and went to surgery. You’re awake now and definitely moving with me.’’ He jokes and you smile.

‘’You’re awake! Finally! I love you so much. I’ll let them know.’’ Penelope seemed so happy when she left, leaving you two alone.

‘’Spencer, if you want to propose right now I will dump you right now. I swear!’’

‘’I won’t! I wasn’t even thinking about it until you mentioned.’’ He said leaning over to give you a soft kiss. ‘’You don’t need a ring to be part of my dysfunctional family. By the way, Estelle is really excited for you to move with us, she was helping me with your office.’’

‘’I get an office?’’ You raised your brows and laughed.

‘’If you want to work in her room full of glitter and toys that’s your call.’’

‘’I wouldn’t mind at all.’’

His damn heart missed a beat when you held his hand and closed your eyes again before going back to sleep.

Four.

Spencer was nervous, he was terrified actually. It took him six months to propose to you in the way he wanted and it didn’t work. His plan was to take you to the vineyard you wanted to go to for months but the day he made reservations it rained so much there was no way you could go. You stayed home instead. Watching some movies with Estelle, eating popcorn and laughing at stupid things. Steve was a genius but everytime he was close to you he turned into the dumbest person alive.

Estelle knew he was about to propose because she helped him find the ring and she gave so many ideas. Indeed she suggested he should do it when she wasn’t expecting, and he did. He put the ring out of his cardigan pocket and watched your reaction. You barely missed it focusing on Harry Potter but when you look twice there was it. The fucking ring.

‘’Spencer what the fuck!’’ You covered your mouth with watery eyes.

‘’Marry me.’’ His heart was so fast he swore he was close to having a heart attack. ‘’You are part of my life, part of this family and I don’t think I can live without you in my days. I love you. I open my heart for you in the same way you opened your for us. You accept me. love me. I can’t promise you white picket fences but I can promise you this, moments like this. I give you my sunshine, my best but the rain it’s always gonna come if you stand with me. People think love’s for show but I will die for you in secret. Marry me, so you can be forever mine and I can be forever yours.’’

‘’Yes. I do. Oh my God!’’ The tears streaming down your face made him giggles watching you trying to stay calm. ‘’I love you. A lot.’’

‘’Did she say yes?’’ You two heard Ellie’s voice and received her in the hug. ‘’Welcome to the family.’’

Five.

Spencer got home without making a lot of noise for the time. The clock marks two in the morning. The last thing he expected to see was his wife and his daughter on the couch talking. The TV was on in the soft volume but he could perfectly recite the conversation by ear.

‘’I can’t wait for you to get out of there. We have a few years of difference? Sure, but I know all the goods to use on dad.’’ Estelle was talking with the same voice she used to talk to her dad when she was little. ‘’Mom is harder, but dad is so much easier to convince.’’

‘’You’re gonna be in so much trouble if he hear us, Ellie.’’ You spoke, stroking the teens' hair.

It took you and Spencer almost five years to have a baby. You felt like this family missed something else and the baby was your answer. Everyone was excited about it. You were seven months pregnant at this time. Sleeping is harder when you are bigger than ever, most nights were like this. You usually lay in her bed and keep talking until fall asleep or have to pee again.

‘’Why I wasn’t invited to this party?’’ Spencer showed up holding his coat and bag.

‘’Only pregnant woman and teenage girl are invited to insomnia party, sorry babe.’’ You teased him.

He dropped his stuff and sat between you and Este’s. He leans over to give you a kiss and a hug on the teenager. He placed a hand on your swollen belly before cleaning his throat.

‘’This is your dad, hear me out, no one is going to use the goods on me. In this family the only one that can escape from things is the cat.’’ You three let out a loud laugh. ‘’Maybe mom because we love her. By the way, don’t let your sister got into your head she’s crazy sometimes.’’

‘’Spencer Reid, don’t play with the daughter you raised.’’

‘’By the way, you should let our mom stay more than thirty minutes without having to pee. I used to love sleeping with her but she wake up too much.’’ Estelle places her hand closer to her dad.

Spencer spent hours just listening to you two interact, like mother and daughter. Laughing, sharing secrets and jokes, cooking and singing songs. Some of the moments just make sense in the bubble you create and make him happy.

‘’Fine handsome, time to help me go to bed. You put this baby on me now you help. I want to be able to sleep more than you tonight.’’ You grab his arm, trying to stand up. ‘’I love this but I can’t wait to this baby pop out of me.’’

‘’I like your pregnant personality. You’re sassy and no one can say anything to you because you have a gun. Besides, you’re prettier.’’ You kiss your daughter's forehead before walking upstairs.

‘’I’m always pretty and no, I have three guns.’’ The gasp she let out made you giggle.

Spencer’s hand was in your lower back slowly walking with you making sure you’re safe.

‘’I love you and our little family that I steal from you.’’

‘’Wanna know a secret?’’ You nod. ‘’It was already your family since day one.’’

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explosionkatsu · 2 years ago

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"Age doesn't matter" 17

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

Part 16

Your week went by unnoticed. Probably because you were too occupied with the things happening at your job, taking care of Kazui, and what happened between you and Katsuki.

Of course, you were attempting to forget about it. But every time you see him arriving home, you’re always a disaster. Like how you always turn red-faced whenever you prepare dinner. And boy let me tell you, the arguing was still present. He just wouldn’t shut up about you cooking dinner. He always tells you to order something. But as usual, you end up victorious all because the food was already there, and he can’t do anything about it but eat.

Katsuki on the other hand was grateful, alright? Since you were always buying groceries with the cash he left, purchasing food was out of his task now, which annoyed him. It made him look like he’s slacking off as a father now that you came. He must admit though, he feels comfortable around you. Way too comfortable if he may add. But he’s not leaning too much about that for he doesn’t want to get attached, yet there are his unexplained feelings.

Confusing, am I right?

It was Y/n’s break. Rest day. Day off. Whatever you want to call it. She’s relaxing inside her small apartment. All curled up in her living room carpeted floor with a blanket covering her entire body, while watching the random movie she put on. Her center table was pushed aside where a cluster of snacks was. She was dedicated to rest today and she won’t let anyone destroy it for her.

You can say she’s been there ever since she got home from shopping. Boy, she was glad she got two jobs because she was able to buy more food that would last her for 2 months.

“This is the break I needed.” You murmured to yourself. “No interruptions, no emergency paperwork, and nothing to think about.” You yawned before checking the time.

It was 3:45 after midday.

You realized you haven’t taken a bath. But who cares? No one’s coming over today and you’re living alone. I guess it’s fine if you didn’t today, right?

Yes yes.’ You nod, agreeing with your final decision while an enthusiastic smile slowly approaches your lips, and your eyes suddenly sparkle.

Ring ring ring

But that noise made those go all away.

…

After Mitsuki insisted Katsuki bring Kazui to them saying that,

“You never bring our grandkid anymore! You brat!”

Katsuki immediately took Kazui and left him with his parents. Not without a bonk from his mom.

Now there he is, driving way to his house peacefully.

Maybe he can take a nap as soon as he gets home? Since Mitsuki wanted Kazui to stay with them for a while.

Speaking of his mom.

Katsuki couldn’t get his mind off of what his mom told him.

Mitsuki found out what happened to his ex-wife, thanks to the news. He had no choice but to tell everything and how it happened.

“Katsuki,” Mitsuki called out to him before he could get in his car.

Katsuki paused his movement and straightened his posture before looking at his mom. He knew the tone she used.

“Your father and I watched the news.” She simply said before continuing. “We knew what happened.”

Of course, he saw this coming.

Katsuki looked away in response.

“You’re a smart kid and we support whatever your decision is,” Mitsuki stated staring at her son.

Katsuki grunted before speaking. “Of course, I am.”

“We can take care of Kazui while you handle that shit,” Mitsuki said.

“Don’t worry about him.” He answered. “Y/n already got it.”

“Y/n?”

“His babysitter,” Katsuki said shortly.

“A girl?”

“Yes.”

“In your house?”

“Only when I’m at work.”

“When will you introduce her?”

Katsuki’s head immediately turned in his mom’s direction. “The hell are you saying, woman.” He exclaimed. “There is nothing going on between us!”

Mitsuki smirked all of a sudden making her cross her arms over her chest. “Why are you so worked up?” she teased. “I only wanted to see her. I didn’t say there’s going on between you two.”

Katsuki’s lips turn into an angry pout.

“Is there going on between you two?” Mistuki leaned forward with a knowing look.

“Fuck off I’m leaving.”

Mitsuki only laughed. “You know, people think you’re smart, but I see you as my idiot son,” she said between laughs. “Don’t pick Kazui for days. We want to spend time with him.”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t feed him too much sweet.” Katsuki said finally getting to his car and starting the engine. “I’m off.”

Mitsuki watched Katsuki drive off with a smile on her face. She’s so gonna tell this to Masaru.

…

As soon as he got home, he went straight to his bedroom and sat on his bed.

What an uneventful day.

It was his rest day after all. What does he expect? Maybe he’ll definitely just take a nap.

The house is clean, with no laundry at all. His agency is fine. He just needs to speak to the few new employees they hired days ago. That isn’t urgent though.

“Ah, fuck that.” Katsuki groaned and lay down to take a nap. But before he could doze off, his phone started ringing, waking him. He was so wrong thinking everything was fine.

Groaning frustratedly, Katsuki stood up and grabbed his phone from his working table. Checking the caller ID made him groan more. It must be important, so he clicked the answer button. Not without running a hand over his face.

“This better be important, nerd,” Katsuki stated as he placed his hand on his hip.

“O-oh. Are you busy?”

“Spill it out.” Katsuki barked.

“W-well,” Midoriya paused. “The other wanted to know if you’re available today since they w-wanted to see Kazui-chan.”

“And who’s these others you’re talking about, hah?” Katsuki asked scowl deepening.

“O-ochako wanted to see Kazui. As well as Momo. So, we thought we could go over so that we can visit as well. Not that I don’t want to see Kazui. I do! It’s been a while as well. Maybe we can buy snacks. Oh! What would Kazui want-"

“Shut up.” Katsuki was so over this call.

“S-sorry. I was rambling. Haha,” Midoriya nervously laughed.

Katsuki can even hear Shoto’s voice in the background.

“Fortunately, he’s not here. So go elsewhere.”

“O-oh. That’s sad.” Midoriya’s voice drops.

“We can still come over, after all, it’s been a while since we last seen Bakugo.”

“Agreed. We can all catch up.”

“Mhm. It’s been a while since I last saw my friend.”

“I’m not your fucking friend, Icyhot!!!” Katsuki yelled through the call and quickly ended the call.

…

“Ah… He ended the call.” Midoriya's sweat dropped and he placed his phone in his pocket. “Change of plans?” He questioned.

“Let’s still come over!” Momo smiled. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Is Kirishima and the others on patrol today?” Ochako asked as she looked at Midoriya.

“Huh. I’m not sure. We can call them if you want.”

…

You glared at your ringing phone on the table, too lazy to pick it up. Someone has to ruin it, of course. But you took a quick mental note that if it’s your boss, you can just let it ring all day long.

Too idle to reach your arm for the phone, you used your legs and pushed it until it reached the edge, making it fall from the table. Once the phone lay flat on the floor, you used your toes to inch the phone closer to you and accidentally pressed the answer call.

As fast as you could, you panicked and grabbed the phone, putting it to your ear.

“Moshi mosh!” You answered too enthusiastically.

“Ms. Y/n!!”

You blinked as you recognized the voice.

“Kirishima?” You’re confused.

“Heya!” Eijiro laughed. “I’m sorry I had to call you. I asked Bakubro for your number, I am glad he gave it.” He chuckled.

“That answers my question.” You giggled. “Why’d you call? You could’ve asked me for my number instead.”

“Eh. Hahaha. It’s kinda embarrassing. But hey, we’re talking now so that’s fine!” Eijiro laughed once again.

“Yeah. Haha,” You laughed along.

“Anyway, I just wanna ask you out.”

Part 18

Here you goooo! <3

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ladamedusoif · 1 year ago

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Fairy Lights (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 23

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boy Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

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Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Word count: 1450

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Established relationship; fluff central; no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of reader; Frankie is a girl dad

A/N: Can be read as the same relationship/pairing seen in ‘Sweets’ and ‘Candles’ from this series.

When you’d finally made the decision to move in together, Frankie had one stipulation: his little girl should have her own room, for when she came to stay.

You’d both agreed that moving into your place was best - you owned it, it was a proper house, as opposed to Frankie’s small rental apartment, and it had a large back garden that you just knew Frankie was scoping out for a swing set and summer barbecue parties.

His lease ended in early December, so it made sense to move in then - but you could tell he was anxious.

“It’s my turn to have her at Christmas,” he explained, “and I’m just - I dunno, I’m just worried she won’t feel at home here, not yet.”

“We don’t have to do this, Frankie,” you’d offered, trying not to let your own anxieties show. “If you feel it would be better for her not to.”

He shook his head and took your hand, bringing it to his mouth and covering it with kisses. “I need to wake up beside you every day, baby. I want this so much.”

“Me too. Frankie - does she like me?”

“C’mon, baby,” he’d sighed, pulling you to him for a hug. “You know she loves you. You know that, right?”

You nodded as he continued. “It’s just…no matter how much she loves you, it’s a new environment. And with Christmas and all, it might be a lot.”

“And that little room isn’t in great shape,” you’d added, cursing your decision to put off decorating the smallest bedroom. “It’s a little…bare.”

Frankie’s dark eyes searched yours as you sucked thoughtfully on the inside of your cheek. “You plotting something, bebita?”

***

Frankie and his daughter’s mom agreed that it would be best to have a couple of trial sleepovers in the weeks leading up to Christmas, just after he’d moved in with you. Better that than expecting a five year old to feel comfortable spending the biggest holiday of their year in an unfamiliar house.

You found him staring into the little box room a few days before his daughter’s first visit. With limited funds, you’d had to make the best of the basics in sprucing it up - a simple white bedframe, with pink and purple bedsheets; a matching nightstand, and a wardrobe. There hadn’t been much left for little touches, save for a pink fluffy rug on the hardwood floor and some brightly-coloured curtains. Frankie’s old place had come fully furnished, so he’d only been able to add a few familiar items from her room there: a small bookcase filled with copies of her favourite books, as well as her toys and dolls that lived with her dad.

You’d tried. He’d tried. But you could tell from his downcast expression that he was still worried.

“She’s got her own bathroom at her mom’s,” he said, eyes revealing how hard he was trying not to offend or hurt you. “That’s Gavin, though.”

Gavin, Frankie’s ex’s partner, was a successful local businessman with a home to match: large, comfortable, perfectly decorated and wanting for nothing. You knew it grated on Frankie, no matter how often his little girl - or her mom, for that matter - reminded him that he was and would always be her daddy, her number one - huge room or no huge room.

“She loved her little room at your old place, Frankie, and this is even more hers - we can paint it and decorate it however she wants, we don’t have to worry about asking for the landlord’s permission.” You reached for his hand and squeezed it. “What matters is that she feels at home here, not how big the room is.”

He’d nodded before changing the subject, asking when you wanted to finish decorating the house for the holidays. As he meandered off to take down a few boxes of decorations from your loft, you stared back into the little room and tried to think.

***

On our way over now. She’s looking forward to seeing you! xxx

On the day of her first stay at your place, Frankie and his little girl had spent the morning hanging out with his mom, doing some Christmas shopping, and visiting their favourite diner for lunch. You sip your coffee at the kitchen table as you wait for them to arrive, hoping this will work out - for Frankie and his daughter’s sakes, above all.

They arrive in a flurry of shopping bags and chatter, the little girl racing into your living room to look at your Christmas tree with her dad. You pop your head around the door frame to say hi, your heart melting at just how like him she is: thick, curly dark hair, olive skin, and those beautiful, sparkling dark eyes.

She smiles her usual sweet, shy smile and runs over to give you a hug. “I’m excited for our sleepover,” she mumbles, voice muffled by the fact that her face is pressed against your leg. “Daddy said I have a whole new room here.”

“And he’s right,” you add, bringing yourself down to her level. “We made a room just for you, for when you come visit here.”

Frankie rubs the back of his neck nervously. “After the holidays we could look at painting the room however you want, mija,” he suggests, pre-empting a less-than-enthusiastic reaction to the little bedroom.

You stand up and offer your hand. “Would you like to come see the room?” Her small hand slots into yours and you trot down the hallway together, the little girl detailing exactly what her abuela had for lunch while her dad follows closely behind.

Frankie had affixed a name sign for her to the bedroom door, and she points at it excitedly. “Maybe Daddy can open the door for you?”, you prompt, and with a deep breath Frankie turns the handle.

You’re not sure who’s more dumbstruck by what they see: Frankie or his little doppelganger. While she starts to wander around the room, mouth slightly open as she takes everything in, he stands just inside the door and keeps looking from the room to you and back again.

“How did…You…How?”

The walls and basic furniture and decor haven’t changed at all, but the room has been transformed since Frankie saw it last with a few simple additions. A stack of folding plastic crates in complementary shades of pink and purple, picked up for a couple of dollars each, stands in the corner, providing storage for art supplies and her toys. You have added a set of stick-on mirrored squares to one wall, creating a sort of full-length mirror that the little girl is already twirling around in front of, her favourite teddy bear in hand. A beanbag with a pink cover is neatly positioned beside the little bookcase, ready to be a perfect reading nook.

But what makes all the difference are fairy lights. One set has been affixed to surround the mirror, entrancing Frankie’s girl as she admires her reflection. Another, this time with pink lights, is wound around the head of her bed, casting her pillows in a warm, rosy glow. And as a seasonal touch, you’ve strung a set of gingerbread man-shaped lights along the top of her wardrobe.

She spins to look at you and Frankie before racing over to him for a tight hug. “Thank you, Daddy. It’s like a magic room.”

He scoops her up and looks at her. “A magic room?”

She nods, expression serious. “With the twinkly lights. It feels like it’s magic.” She wraps her arms around his neck and tells him he is the best.

***

Frankie settles her to sleep that night and returns to flop beside you on the couch. You’re about to pour him some wine when he sits up and mutes the sound on the TV.

“Alright, you didn’t correct her when she thought it was me who did that but I need to know - how.”

You smile as you sip your wine. “What do you mean, how?”

“You know what I mean. The room. The fact you made it look literally magical to her with no budget. How?”

“You just gotta know where to look for bargains, baby,” you explain, thinking about how excited you’d been to find the crates for next to nothing in your favourite bargain store. “And the beanbag is my old one. I just had to get a new cover. Oh - and little girls love fairy lights.”

He shakes his head, amazed and affectionate. “You did all that in a few hours, and for her.”

“For her. For you. But mostly for her. And I’m so glad she likes it.”

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voicesknewmyghosts · 2 years ago

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Safe Place Part 2

Thank you for all of the love on the first part of this story, it was definitely unexpected but i am incredibly grateful. Thank you all x

It’s been a week since you arrived in Romania to support your overworked and exhausted girlfriend, Jenna, while she filmed Wednesday. Being with her the last week has shown you just how much pressure has been placed on her young shoulders to make this series as perfect as possible, with a tough act to follow in the form of Christina Ricci’s portrayal of Wednesday years before.

You’ve done everything you can to support her. You’ve stayed up until she got home - often very late at night - and made sure she had a cooked meal to eat whenever she was ready. You’d draw her a bath and would either sit on the side and help relax her as you gently washed her tired body, or you’d join her in the water and have her lean back against you, letting her sleep for however long she needed to. You’d make sure she called her Mom and Dad because that always made her feel so much better, and you’d always make sure you got up with her at the crack of dawn so you could make her a big breakfast and pack her a good lunch to take with her to work.

You were her rock; her anchor; her own little place in the world to escape to and be nurtured. Jenna works so incredibly hard to be the best actress she can be; it’s only fair she has a partner that works just as hard to be somewhere she can relax and let the weight of the world slip off her shoulders.

Since you’ve been here, you haven’t actually met anyone besides Jenna and her security guards. You’ve heard wonderful stories about her cast mates; particularly about Hunter and Georgie and their antics; and about Emma and how sweet and funny she is; as well as Gwendoline, someone that was able to take on a nurturing role for Jenna while you weren’t there, for which you are forever grateful for knowing how much it helped her to have someone to talk to.

But they’ve all just been too busy to have time to hangout outside of work; but, tonight, finally, you’re getting to meet them all at a game night Georgie is hosting in his apartment.

You’re excited, of course, but you can’t help the nerves hitting you as you think of how much these people love Jenna; you just hope you’re able to impress them.

But what you don’t know is that the whole cast has already been highly impressed by you without even meeting you. They’ve noticed how happy Jenna seems since you arrived, how light and cheerful she seems now that she gets to go home to her safe place. They’ve noticed how her shoulders sag less and her smile seems genuine once again, like it was before the pressure of Wednesday caught up to her.

They already love you, and they’re all so excited to finally meet the person that makes Jenna as happy as you do.

Jenna finishes work at a reasonable time ahead of the first weekend she’s had off in weeks. You are waiting for her, arms open ready to give her a hug when she walks in the door. You haven’t cooked dinner for you both, knowing Georgie has gotten pizza ready for you all, so instead you’re focusing on giving Jenna the hug she will no doubt be desperate for after a long day.

Just like clockwork, Jenna pushes open the door and immediately crashes into your embrace. Her arms wrap around your waist, her head buries itself into your neck, and you wrap her up in a strong hug. You can feel the tension she’s been carrying all day slowly begin to fall away as she relaxes into you, but you can still feel some tension in her muscles. You glance at your watch and make a decision knowing you have another hour before you have to get to Georgie’s.

“Babygirl why don’t you meet me in the bathroom, let’s get you relaxed before tonight.”

She nods before reluctantly pulling away to move to the bathroom, but not until she’s pulled your head down to meet hers so she can give you a long, deep kiss.

You can see in Jenna’s eyes just how tired she is, so you give her a quick peck on the top of her head before telling her to go with a quick swat to her ass, laughing at the smirk on your girl’s face as she walks away.

You gather the things you need before joining Jenna in the bathroom where she’s already started running the bath. You place the things down on the side before you stand in front of her, pulling her into a soft kiss.

Slowly, you begin to undress her, starting with her shirt and her bra, laying kisses on the skin you uncover. You hear her take a sharp breath in as you kneel down in front of her, placing feather light kisses just above her belt. You undo the buttons to her pants and unzip, pulling the garment down her legs easily. Teasingly you drag your tongue down her tummy, ending in a kiss just above her clit.

“Later, my love.” You promise, looking up at her when she grabs your hair, trying to keep you from moving. Her whine is the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, and it takes all of your willpower not to pick her up and drop her onto the bed and devour her for the rest of the night.

You get a hold of yourself, just - but you can’t get rid of the uncomfortable wetness that coats your thighs, and neither can Jenna, by the looks of it.

You smirk before standing up, checking the water temperature. Deeming it acceptable, you help Jenna into the tub, sitting yourself on the side as you start to pour some muscle soak in as Jenna relaxes back.

You see the tension melt from her face as the water soaks her tired muscles. You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your lips as you see how calm she looks; it makes you feel so good knowing you can help her unwind like this.

Gently, you soak her hair and untangle the knots before you rub shampoo in. You take your time doing this; watching as Jenna’s eyes drift closed as you massage her scalp.

Once her hair is washed, you begin to massage her body, making sure to target her shoulders and legs, knowing they take the brunt of the stunts she does during the day.

You’re pretty certain by the time you’re finished that your girlfriend is fast asleep, so, trying not to disturb her, you bundle her up into a towel and carry her bridal style into your bedroom before quickly cleaning up the bathroom.

By the time you’re back, she’s gotten herself into a sitting position waiting for you with open arms, the look on her face telling you the hug is non-negotiable.

You climb onto the bed, falling into a comfortable position curled up on top of Jenna, your head on her chest, her arms wrapped protectively around you. You feel a light kiss pressed to the shell of your ear, sending shivers running down your spine.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Her voice is only a whisper, so quiet you have to strain to be able to hear it, but you do hear it, and the sincerity behind it brings you almost to tears.

Turning to look at her, you say: “Always, my love. I will always take care of you.”

You hear the music blasting from the apartment before you even get into the building. You’ve scrubbed up nice, letting Jenna help you dress into something formal but casual, something you’re comfortable in. She’s always the best when it comes to helping you dress up for occasions; you trust her opinion over your own when it comes to clothes; since you’ve never been one in tune with fashion.

You walk hand in hand up to Georgie’s apartment. The nerves are definitely getting stronger the closer you get, but a reassuring squeeze of your hand from your girlfriend helps keep them at bay. You share a smile before she reaches out and knocks on the door, the answer coming in less than three seconds, surprising you both.

“Jenna! Y/N!” It’s Georgie; already a little drunk, he reaches forward and envelopes Jenna in a tight hug, catching her off guard but making her laugh as she returns the embrace. Then, he reaches for you, grabbing you in his strong arms and holding you close.

“I have been so excited to meet you!” He all but yells into your ear, taking you by the shoulders and looking into your eyes. You can’t help but giggle at his antics; you’ve only ever heard good things about Georgie, so you were very excited to finally meet him and get to know him.

You follow Jenna and Georgie into the apartment, quickly having your senses overloaded by the loud cheers as the others see you and Jenna.

A pair of surprisingly strong arms wrap you in a tight hug, and when the person finally pulls away you are greeted with none other than Emma Myers, who is shooting you the world’s biggest smile.

“I can’t believe I finally get to meet you!” She exclaims, “Jenna has spent months telling us all about you, I'm so glad she’s found someone that cares about her as much as you clearly do.”

When Emma moves away after talking with you for a little while, Hunter takes her place, followed by Joy, Johanna and finally Gwendoline.

It’s a bit overwhelming to have so many people so excited to see you, but you soon become comfortable as Georgie hands you your first drink of the night.

Soon, the beer and wine are flowing and you haven’t had as much fun as this before, you’re sure of it. You’ve successfully beaten both Hunter and Jenna at Mario Kart - much to the delight of Georgie who erupted in laughter at the playful scowl on your girlfriend’s face - but they soon got their revenge when they completely show you up at Uno.

You spend the whole night talking and laughing and getting to know the people who have had Jenna’s back since filming started.

It makes you so happy to see Jenna finally letting go of work for the evening and letting herself have fun. Seeing her smile and hearing her angelic laugh fills a void you didn’t realise existed until you saw just how carefree she can be when taken away from the stress of this job.

As you sit next to her, arm wrapped around her shoulders, her head leaning on you; you just realise how thankful you are to have such a wonderful person as your partner.

And, as you laugh with Emma at one of Hunter’s jokes, you are very grateful for the fact she has such wonderful people in her life.

Looking down at your girl, you give her a soft kiss, drowning in her dark brown eyes as she stares up at you, her lips pulled into a cute smile.

You just wish everyday could be spent like this.

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mlmichaelharrison · 1 month ago

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HSS Family HCs

Saw someone complain that there weren't great back stories for the characters's family lives, and they are SO RIGHT >:( So here you go!

Warnings, it gets real angsty.

Caleb

Caleb's family is H U G E

Which means giant and exhausting family gatherings and way too many dates to remember.

Auntie Anna and Uncle John's anniversary? No clue. Grandpa T’s birthday? Fuck knows. Ezra's next gig? Shit, should probably memorise that one…

(ADHD does not help)

Losing his grandma was really tough on family dynamics.

His mom hopped on the bandwagon with blaming one of her brothers for not taking care of her as much as he should have, as the legal carer.

The funeral was one of the hardest things Caleb had to go through.

Everyone drifted apart a bit, until Caleb finally convinced his mom finally reached out to invite them over for Christmas, like old times. He knows that's what his grandma would have wanted.

After that, they were reunited, and have been inseparable since.

Which means more dates to remember, but that's okay, because everyone is happy again.

He and Ezra get along extraordinarily, always joking at the table (which his parents don't love), playing pranks on each other, and competing like their lives depend on it on Super Smash Bros, Mario Kart, and Mario Party.

They get together in Ezra's room at least once a month to catch up on gossip (Ezra is very keen to hear Caleb's opinion on the new kid). They throw on a movie and chat over it the entire time (unless there's some really bad acting or visual effects).

Ezra can be a little pushy for personal details during these hangouts, but Caleb has learned to trust his brother, or lie.

He loves his mom and she loves him, so much. They have a very kissy and cuddly relationship (which gets embarrassing when she kisses his forehead goodbye in front of his friends).

He will ALWAYS be a Mama’s Boy™

He gets along with his dad well, too. He has never missed a game, even standing out in torrential rain to watch Caleb play soccer with seven friends when he was six years old, still cheering him on and shaking his umbrella in celebration.

They all come along to his big games, even when he tries to tell them not to, but it always brightens the game up when he looks to the seating and sees his family, beaming at him, holding up ugly hand painted signs they've had since Caleb was ten.

Now we get to the angst >:) GET OUTTA HERE, GOLDEN BOY!!!

Emma

Obviously, Emma's family is split apart. Parents divorced, sister siding with their father, and no family close to the Cove.

The divorce was tough, especially when it came to her parents fighting over the kids and the battle of bribery that ensued.

Since her mom works so often, she has a lot of time to herself.

Sometimes she wonders if she made a mistake, staying with Julia, but she shakes that thought immediately when her father comes to mind.

He's… not the nicest man. Emma used to sit at the top of the stairs to listen to their arguments. The insults and swears she'd learned by the age of ten would concern every teacher.

He had all the money, a very good job, and that's why Robin followed him to the city. Better than this deadbeat town. Emma is sometimes jealous of the lavish life they have together, but when her mom comes home with that tired smile and opens her bag to show lemon meringue pie, Emma's favourite, Emma knows she's made the right decision.

She and her mom try to do things together when Julia has a day off: typical kid’s days out, like the fair, the roller rink, bowling.

As much as Emma appreciates these outings, her favourite part is watching trashy TV on the sofa, and the warm smile of appreciation she gives Emma every time she brings a fresh cup of tea.

When she's lonely, she's grateful you came into her life and built an (unlikely) chosen family with her. She genuinely considers the gang her siblings, and never misses an opportunity to show her appreciation.

Maria

She adores her dads, and they love her to absolute pieces . They had to fight for her, so she means a lot to them. A LOT.

They always reserve time for each other. Every week, shuffled around, they have a board game night, video game night, a collaborative from-scratch cooking night, and theatre night.

They love to dress up for these events, too, just to keep them feeling special.

(Except cooking night. Jose learned that the hard way when he spilled a can of tomatoes down a cream suit jacket.)

However, Maria does get lonely sometimes. Not having siblings or any extended family members (since her dads had to cut themselves off from their families when they got married on the first day it was legal) leaves her feeling quite isolated.

She loves her cats, though.

Aiden

Strict parents, no siblings, he gets even more isolated.

They get him diagnosed with autism when he's young, and since then have mostly kept him from social situations to “protect” him. Their hearts are in the right place, but it takes a toll on his mental health and means he doesn't learn very good social skills.

He resents them a little. Quietly, of course, but if a jab at them ever does slip, they're prompt to punish him by grounding him, isolating him further. Genius.

He sneaks a second phone into his room so he can chat with Myra, who he honestly considers to be his sister and best friend.

She listens to him bitch for a few minutes before she changes the subject, which takes Aiden's mind off of things quickly.

(Especially when it involves a certain someone)

Glen and Bridget's expectations have always been high, and not just for music - he is grounded immediately if a single subject’s grade is below a B.

That does, however, provide its own distraction of studying. No need to do anything against the rules this time. Little wins?

One time, Glen catches him on his phone during grounding. Yelling about disobedience escalates to conversations around mental health (they don't believe that “anxiety” is real) and sexuality, and how he's distracted thinking about the wrong thing. Bridget smacks him when he talks back one time, which left Aiden with a small mark that he brushed off as a bow snapping in his face.

Michael

Michael doesn't get along with his parents.

Or his older sister, for that matter. She stayed at Hearst when Michael moved, and she loves having a reason to be rude to him.

Only his immediate family live in Cedar Cove: the rest live in New York, where Alex was until age fourteen. He misses his cousins a lot, and a couple of aunties and uncles, but he can take or leave the rest.

His grandfather used to put his cigars out in Michael's skin if he ever misbehaved, which has left him with nasty, circular scars running up both arms.

His mom tries her best, but rarely gets it right. She tries so hard to support his mental health, but it's too much for one woman to take, and her check-ins become less frequent as Michael grows up. She has a nasty habit of manipulating him, but he becomes a little less easy to manipulate every year.

He's still not all the way there, though. She still sometimes gets under his skin and in his head, and he agrees to things that he doesn't want to do.

His dad is abusive, and the worst part is that everyone knows it.

It's mostly emotional, but every now and then Michael turns up to school with a couple of bruises. He always brushes it off with a smile.

He had a LOT of pressure put on him, particularly around sports and arts.

His father owns a big camera company, which is why he has so much practise with cameras, and so many wonderful and expensive bits of tech.

He works for his dad by testing out their new products. His dad will always find a way to punish him for not being good enough, but will use Michael's artwork for advertisement anyway.

His parents are why he starts rebelling - firstly with fights (against them and people at school), then with B&Es, joyriding, hacking, then with drugs.

He steals his dad's money, which gives him a few heavy beatings.

Starts with cigarettes and alcohol, then weed, then starts slipping into stuff like cocaine, ketamine, and acid.

He thinks if he can fuck his life up enough, maybe they'll back off.

They do, but he's been left with a criminal record and a couple of dangerous addictions.

(Bonus: Michael + Gay!M!MC)

Michael's dad is massively homophobic.

Never towards Michael, he never suspected a thing, but he would often open political conversations with Michael to make sure he was still his son, his puppet, regurgitating every opinion he has.

It works for a while. Michael is completely brainwashed into believing that homosexuality is wrong, so when MC turns up in all his powerfully gay glory, Michael takes some time to adjust.

He teases MC sometimes, at first, calling him names and telling him to man up. It's a defence mechanism, because in reality, Michael noticed how much he liked him immediately.

MC wasn't even the first boy he liked, or even kissed. But those were such drunken/high/adrenaline fuelled/‘fake’ experiences that he wiped them from his mind as soon as he could, terrified that his dad would be able to read it from his brain when he got home.

It took Michael a lot of time to soften his exterior and apologise to MC. A lot of sleepless nights. A lot of lying to his family if he ever asked what was wrong. A lot of breakdowns.

When Michael and MC finally figure out their relationship, he carries that secret around home with complete and utter fear.

His mom is the first to find out, and tells him they always wanted him to be “perfect” and have a “good” and “acceptable” life.

His dad finds out accidentally and beats Michael for the first time in over a year. Michael runs away to MCs house, still bleeding and crying, and Scott instantly agrees to let him stay for the weekend.

A lot of Michael's story is taken from my OC from a novel I've been writing, so if you read a novel that has an eerily similar plot, hey! Maybe it's me :)

Didn't proof read soz I'm lazy xoxo

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From: Leia Organa-Solo <leiaorganasolo.personalacct> Date: Thu, Jul 11, 29 ABY at 3:41 PM Subject: Happy Thursday! To: Ben Solo <benquadinaros99>

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Hi sweetie,

Thank you so much for visiting last weekend! It was really so wonderful to have you home. I'm sorry Rey wasn't nicer to you—I've spoken with her, but she's going through a phase, so please try to be patient with her. Maybe you can remember what it was like to be her age. With all due respect, my beloved firstborn, you were much worse. 😉

I'm also grateful for the conversations you and I had on the Falcon, both on the way home and on the way back to Naboo. Thank you for understanding why it's important to me to know that you're safe. But you're right, that I can trust you to let me know if anything is ever wrong, without me asking all the time. You'll have to forgive an old woman's pestering, as I am irrevocably your mother, but I'll do my best to ask about the other things in your life, and not just about your wellbeing.

Ben, I wanted to share something with you. Feel free to completely ignore it. But for some reason, I was lying awake last night next to Dad, and I felt like this was something that might be useful for you to hear:

I didn't want to admit I'd fallen in love with your father, at first. Those were the Rebellion days. I'd just lost my planet. The galaxy was at stake, and every day I woke up and fought for a dying chance at hope. Han seemed to be everything I disdained: cocky, individualistic, hardhearted, motivated by money. (I know—it doesn't sound like Dad now, does it?) I liked nice men. Respectable. Noble. Responsible. But your father was a rogue, and I hated that.

What I hated most of all was that I loved him. Your father was smitten with me, and made so many advances, he probably would have seemed like a bit of a creep by today's standards. 😛 Even though I liked him in spite of myself, I rejected him every time. I had a job to do and a vision for my life, and Han was not part of it.

Then, one day, we were captured on Bespin, and I watched as Darth Vader lowered your father into a carbon-freezing chamber. Vader intended to freeze Luke in carbonite and bring him to the Emperor, and was testing the technology on Han to see whether a sentient could survive the carbon-freezing process. We didn't know whether Han would live, or be killed instantly. And I decided in that moment there was no more time left to waste.

"I love you," I told him as they lowered him in, worried that if I didn't tell him then, he would never know.

"I know," Dad said, showing me he already did.

And that's the origin of our little family phrase. 😊

These are different times. There's no more war, on a galactic scale at least, and I hope there never is again in your lifetime. Life is peaceful, relatively speaking, and I still spend every day working to keep it that way (despite the endless useless politics over nothing). But even so, we will never know how much more time we have. I'm glad I let go of my pride, and said yes to your father.

In many ways, he did turn out to be the kind of man I wanted: principled, loyal, affectionate. In other ways, he's still a bit of a scoundrel, and absolutely still a half-witted, scruffy-looking nerfherder. I had a lot of doubts going into our marriage, and I'd be lying if I said I never doubted things now (no marriage is perfect). But when I look at all of us, at my beautiful family: my handsome grown-up son, my spunky Rey of sunshine, and yes, the snoring nerfherder at my side, I know I've made the right decision.

I don't know what decisions you're facing in your life right now. But I know you, Ben, and I know that you're smart and thoughtful. I'm confident that one day, you will look back on your life and be thankful for the choices you've made. Like how I feel when I think of Dad...and whenever I think of you. 🤍

I love you Ben-Ben!

Love, Mom

#askbensolo #written #mommy leia #dad solo #solo family #hanleia #leia organa #ben solo #kid

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darkscaleswriter · 9 months ago

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⭐️⭐️ *Tosses stars at you for the ask game*

(ask for a director’s cut on any of my fics!)

!!! thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble :D

SO for Write Our Names in the Wet Concrete, which I just updated a couple days ago so it's still very much on the mind, I have many many feelings about casey junior (as I'm sure anyone can tell lol I'm not subtle). specifically, I have many feelings about his relationship with his mom, bad future!cassandra jones.

I know there was some stuff from the rottmnt crew on the former bird site or something (?) about how cassandra died when casey was pretty young and he was mostly raised by future leo, but I personally do not subscribe to that. not for his backstory in wonitwc, at least. as much as i love dad leo, it's important to me that he's just as much a jones as he is a hamato, especially given that he uses the jones last name.

anyway, many thoughts about the wonitwc iteration of bad future!cassandra jones under the cut, bc i uh. definitely rambled haha ^.^

(also, important note: a lot of my characterization and backstory for cassandra is probably inspired - both consciously and not - by the mean teen fighting machines fic series by @radishhqueen, which is an absolutely incredible character exploration series for april and cassandra that made me fall in love with cassandra jones as a character. please go read it if you have a chance, it's SO good!!!)

so in wonitwc, after cassandra found casey as a baby and decided to raise him, she fully committed. it definitely wasn't an easy decision to take a step back from field work, but a baby is a 24/7 job, and the shift to handling the more organizational/admin side of the growing resistance (as mentioned in chapter 10) helped her feel less like she was costing the group by making others fight in her place. she never regretted that decision, but I think there were a few times she came close. maybe when a mission party would come back having lost someone because they didn't have enough eyes, maybe when a scout never returned after running into a trap that she knew she could've spotted.

as a parent, i think that cassandra was, honestly, not too different from what we see of her in the show lol. a bit more even-keeled with age, but still wholeheartedly committed to everything she put her mind to and not shy about it, which is why i find it extremely funny that casey somehow turned out a Good Kid (TM) who listens to authority (mostly) and respects his elders (unless theyre wrong). he's definitely got moments when his temper breaks, like when he yells at teen leo in the movie, but on the whole, his brand of feral is less… loud, i guess. not sure that's the best way to describe it but it's all my brain is coming up with right now haha.

part of casey's comparatively calmer personality can probably be attributed to the turtles and april, who also played large parts in raising him, but it's not like they're chill either. the final movie opening didn't get to really show this, but in the storyboards for a previous version of the movie's opening, it's shown that future leo has still retained a lot of teen leo's goofiness, though it's hard to say how much of that is performative. at any rate, i interpreted that as showing that the turtles were still themselves in the bad future, at least in some small part.

speaking of the turtles!! my general headcanon is that they and april informally adopt cassandra as family at some point in the future, and joke that she's a distant cousin since the hamato clan started as an offshoot of the foot clan. they get very emotional when cassandra decides to include "hamato" as part of casey junior's full name, which is a real whiplash moment from their reactions when she told them she was going to name him directly after herself lmao. anyway, casey junior grows up knowing that he's a part of the hamato clan, in name and spirit if not by blood.

cassandra was definitely grateful for the help raising casey junior, too. i don't think she ever really considered herself a single parent - raising casey was very much a team effort, even if she was his primary caregiver. cassandra is the only person that casey ever used a parental title for, though. i think she first started teaching casey to address the others by their titles out of ingrained tradition (foot clan was traditional in an oddly random assortment of ways lol) but then let him keep doing it bc it was funny. this does not help casey's Good Kid (TM) image haha.

cassandra's feelings on becoming a hamato, meanwhile, are initially mixed. on one hand, nothing brings people together like an external threat that's in the process of ending the world, so she's bonded a lot with the remaining members of the hamato clan in the apocalypse. on the other hand, she was still in the midst of finding herself after leaving the foot clan when the apocalypse hit, and the invasion triggered by her former cult definitely did not help with that. especially not when she had to put down the krang-infected foot brute and foot lieutenant. i debated taking that out, since it got darker than i expected, but it felt fitting for the tone of the chapter, so. sorry, cassandra :P

i think that cassandra's relationship with her sensei's was very much a "it didn't change anything, but it matters that the love was there" situation. they did terrible things, but they were her only family for a long time, and they cared about her. i don't think she ever fully reconciled with that. there's a reason she never really talked about them to casey junior, besides the fact that reminding people in the apocalypse that she was a former member of the clan that started said apocalypse by summoning the krang would've been a terrible idea.

but. there were times, especially when casey was little, that cassandra would catch herself wishing she could show him off to her senseis. the brute would let casey ride around on his shoulders while the lieutenant would teach him how to fold perfect origami. in another world, maybe those would've been casey junior's eccentric grandpas, visiting on alternate weekends to spoil him. fighting splinter for the position of "favorite grandparent," lol.

maybe something like that could happen far in the future of wonitwc, depending on how things go. we'll see!

#darkscales answers stuff #wonitwc #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #casey jones junior #cassandra jones #thank u for sending this ask i am always ready to ramble about fics haha #i have SO many emotions about casey jr and cassandra jones in this au #cassandra jones is his mom and she raised him!! that's his mom!!!

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melishade · 10 months ago

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Number 1?

This ask game

Optimus comforting Eren and Mikasa in Part 7 of the Episode 1 timeline.

Carla, Eren, and Mikasa quietly sat in the room they were provided when they arrived at the Survey Corps. They definitely got stares and looks of confusion, one of them even made a joke about Optimus and Levi's shopping trip going off course. But Eren had taken a risk to call Optimus and Levi to their home to tell the two about what the broken family had found in the basement of their old home.

Now they waited. They waited for a full day to hear back from the people who brought them to this place. It was an agonizing wait. They had no idea what was going to happen to them or if they would even be safe from this point forward.

Carla petted Mikasa's head in comfort as the child had rested on her lap. Meanwhile, Eren just kept watch, staring at the door and waiting for it to open and make the gut decision to fight or flee. All three grew tense when the door opened, but they breathed a tense sigh of relief when Optimus and Levi had entered the room.

"Are you all okay?" Optimus had addressed the three.

"We're...we're managing," Carla answered, "What's going to happen now?"

"Considering the contents of the notebooks, we are still devising a plan on what to do next," Optimus explained, "And considering your connection to Grisha Jaeger, it would be wise for the three of you to remain with the Survey Corps to prevent capture and blackmail."

"For how long?" Mikasa asked.

"We don't know yet," Levi answered, "But better safe than sorry."

Optimus noticed the way that Eren had clutched the edges of his shirt while Mikasa picked at her red scarf. The mother merely folded her hands in her lap and stared at the handles of her wheelchair. Optimus decided to take a few steps towards Eren before kneeling down to look the child in the eye.

"You and your sister were so brave to come and ask us for help," Optimus praised the two, surprising Eren and Mikasa, "I know the two of you must be scared, but you mustered up the courage to ask, and for that, we are truly grateful to you."

Eren and Mikasa didn't know what to say to that. They were still uncertain if they did the right thing, but...there was some comfort in the titan's praises. However, there was one question that irked Eren.

“Our…our dad,” Eren began, “Is there a way to find him?”

Optimus and Levi manage to catch the bitterness in Carla’s face before turning back to them. “Once our current situation is resolved, we will try our best to locate your father. I cannot promise we will yield results, but we will do our best.”

Eren quietly nodded his head before...acting rather impulsively. He shouldn't have, given the situation and who Optimus was, but...Eren couldn't help but crave it. He hugged Optimus' holoform tight, burying his face in the black shirt. Optimus was startled at the action, as was everyone else, but Eren had spoken.

"Thank you...for saving my mom," Eren whispered.

Optimus felt sympathy for the child. There was a lot happening when he first arrived, and he didn't really remember his face or his mother's when he saved them both, but he must have been so truly grateful to him. Optimus was then flabbergasted when Mikasa came forward and hugged the Prime as well.

"Thank you...," She echoed her brother.

Optimus looked to Carla, and found the woman shocked at the actions of her children. Optimus...decided to reciprocate. He raised his hands and gently placed them on their heads, petting their hair. The act brought the two children enough comfort to make them smile just a little.

(Sorry this one took so long. Anyway, the rest is free game.)

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nocturnalzhagreus · 10 months ago

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8, 11, 22, 26, and 30 for Florence; 12, 14, 16, 23, and 28 for Henry :)

Oh boy its going to be a long one, lets just start with the girlie!

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Florence is a type of person who gets curious and interested easily so she embodies this trait into cooking. Her personal favorite is to make cookies and pasta, which she likes experimenting with new recipes. In some occasions if she's a bit worn out she likes to make a cup of goat milk and read a couple novels to unwind herself

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

It all started when i got back to the twdak fandom and was also in a brainrot after reading agatha christie's novel "and then there were none". (Spoilers if you havent read it) I was a big fan of Old Justice Wargrave (or Laurence Wargrave) because he was such a well written villain with a strong sense of justice yet an "innocent" and calm sadistic demeanor. At that time i already had Florence in my drafts but i haven't got any good refs, so i decided to make my favorite old man as the refs for my girlie :>

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

In a fight or flight situation, i do think she likes to take the risk. In making decisions or to put it simple, when she joined Krueger corp. she already knew theres no turning back because her father had already "given up" on her. So she will strive to prove that she's strong enough without him. So, a fighter.

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

As much as i wanted to answer with wacky pretty flowers, i think daisies symbolizes her quite well, since it represents "innocence", loyalty, and ability to keep secrets

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

Theyre besties, your honor. Florence would really be grateful for Fiish's company because Albert could be quite a tiring boss, especially if he asks her to clean up the recent mess his patients did. Its just girlies supporting girlies yknow (and yeah they'll probably bully him also its part of the silly agenda lmao)

Now its time for Henry's turn!

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

Yes. If you have seen the small comic i made with my friend (@im-bored-so-i-draw )'s oc, Jameson Heelshire, he's one of his homies. I dont know if they let me spoil another one but theres also another guy named Gabe, and he's also part of the group.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

With the events of him being rejected when he signed up for Myers corp, he absolutely despises Monsieur M. (Or just Myers in general) So everytime the tv at his press office has news about Myers he would reach put for the remote and change the channel to something else. He met Albert too at some point in while working, but he's still tolerable.

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

Henry's parents is indeed still alive. But the relationship is complicated. His mother was actually forced to marry his father because she was already pregnant before they were married. And Henry's mother was a scientist at Voorhees corp. And she was actually half-hearted when she had Henry. So they got divorced, and since his father regretted all of these occurences, Henry was taken in care by his uncle, Harlan. As for his relationship with them now, he still calls his dad and also his mom. Henry could only hope one day that his mother actually aswered the call when he did.

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

Only if it also benefits him. Like if you call him with the said prompt he'll just reply "and what will you give me?" And if you answered something that pleases him (like you'll help him with his "work") he'll grab his sneakers and a brand new tire to run to you with aid.

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

I have really small understanding of english terms (it isnt my first language) so what i could gather is cliques are like those groups in highschools who has specific interests (?) So i would say he would be like a movie geek ig

(I dont know what they wear so apoliogies for not drawing :'>)

#asks #oc #THANK YOUUUU this was fun!!#florence wargrave #henry vernon

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