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Really Somthing Part 2

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Summary - After the events of the night before Joel finds you in the same place.

Word Count - 2.7k

Warnings - mdni 18+, angst, crying, some language, mentions of virginity and f!masturbation. Kissing, groping (none of the fun stuff yet im sorry) difficult conversations

A/N- i kinda feel like this is everywhere but i'm tired of looking at it so i hope its ok. i promise there will be smut in the next chapter, i've never wrote it so im a lil scared tbh but ok here, hopefully this is readable. *i have made a few edits but nothing much changed.

the lovelies who requested to be tagged - @preciosapascal @vixorell

Your birthday came and went. There was no class that day so you spent the hours at work. Your coworkers remembered and brought in cupcakes during lunch, your mom brought you a coffee on your break and you even got a text from a classmate. Your family took you to your favorite restaurant and it was nice. As far as birthdays went, it was great.

Time seemed to move too fast yet too slow and left you with that feeling in your chest like something was trying to claw its way out - a discontentment you knew all too well. There was something different though. It was something new though not completely unknown. Stronger, more persistent.

The ghost of tobacco on your tongue and the warmth of his hand spanning your stomach were the grounding reality to the images your mind conjured. Those lips trailing down your throat, top of those greying curls with your thighs wrapped around his head, him hovering over you, filling you.

You couldn’t really know what is was like. Your experience started and ended with your own fingers but lord, a girl could imagine.

You spent the entire day wondering, fantasizing at your desk, on the way home, at the dinner table with your parents trying to ask you about your day.

You felt guilty, for which part you didn’t know. Sure, you were inexperienced but you weren’t a prude. It wasn’t like any mention of sex had you flustered and stuttering. There was no morality attached to your virginity. It just hadn’t happened yet and you didn’t want to rush it.

In all honesty, you expected it to be awkward - all fumbling hands and clammy skin grating with a stranger, half-drunk and deliriously making the impulsive decision to rid yourself of a label you never cared about or hesitant, unfulfilling and boring with a boyfriend you liked just enough. It was going to be everything that sent your anxiety spiking through the roof.

So you ignored it, it wasn’t like you had a line of suitors down the block waiting for you. If anything you were a shut-in, introverted to the point of parental concern.

Obviously, your thing with Joel was another issue of its own. It was all in your head, you knew that. It lived on as some forbidden romance-esque fantasy. He was twice your age and your dad’s closest friend - anything more than a crush was dangerous territory.

Last night, you had crossed that line and you weren’t sure how you supposed to go back to pretending this was all in your head. You would have to, you knew Joel never meant for it to mean more than what it did.

The more naive part of you expected a text, some acknowledgement of what happened. The more logical part knew he didn’t owe you anything. He’d done you a favor more than anything, entertaining some girl’s half-assed teenage rebellion and that was that.

He was a busy man, there was a multitude of reasons for his silence. Contracting couldn’t be an easy job and Sarah, despite being nearly eighteen, never let the man breathe.

But still, the disappointment curled in your stomach as laid across the back porch swing, eyes closed and letting the breeze wash over you. Maybe it was better if you pretended that it didn’t happen, move on and forget about it. You could avoid the disappointment and embarrassment of rejection.

You swore to yourself, no matter what happened you wouldn’t be that girl. The one who makes a big deal out of one little kiss, the one desperately pleading for more than a man wanted to give, you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of him. You were better than that.

The porch door creaked open. You lifted your head from where it laid on the swing’s armrest, legs still stretched out across the seat and peeled your eyes open. It took a second for them to adjust to the dark and make out the figure in the doorway. You expected your mom or sister but instead, you were met with those brown eyes, lit by only the moon and faint glow of the porch light. You didn’t know whether to be relived or worried. You adjusted yourself so you were sitting with your legs tucked into your chest, chin resting on your knees.

Joel had come from work, dirt crusted jeans and boots proof of his labor-intensive day. Arms crossed against his chest, that green flannel rolled up and pulled taut against his broad shoulders, his face was stern but the softness was there in the corners of his eyes, the slight upturn of his mouth. Despite your anxiety and disappointment, mix of relief flooded through you.

“Hey darlin’” He said, moving closer to the swing gently rocking in the breeze and wrapped his fingers around the chain suspending it, veins flexing on the back of his hand as he brought it to a halt.

“It's late.” was all you were able to say, not trusting yourself to speak further.

He huffed a laugh and shook his head, lowering himself to sit next to you. The chains clanked and the swing rocked against his weight, the tips of your toes brushing the denim of his thigh.

Silence lingered though you could tell he had something to say but the only noise that came was the rustle of his hand reaching into his jean pocket, pulling out his carton of cigarettes and a lighter.

It was the same as everytime you watched him do it in the last three years, the same as last night. He stuck one in the corner of his mouth, cupped the end to shield it from the air and brought the flame to the colored end and lit it a bright cherry red.

“Y’want me t’ go?” He said around the cig, a puff of smoke escaping into the night air.

“No!” The words came too quick and heat rose in your face. You had half the mind to make a run for it, to lock yourself and never come out. Instead, you kept talking. “I just- I guess I thought.”

“Thought what?”

He wasn’t looking at you.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think about any of it.” You said, quiet, arms hugging your legs tighter, you studied his profile.The strong arch of his nose, the little scar across it, those cheeks and that mouth, a curl falling across his forehead. He was so pretty it hurt. And it was like it hit you all at once, the realization of the situation you were in. “You kissed me, Joel.”

“Ain’t happenin’ again.” It was more of a grunt the way he said it, like he had to force it from his throat and your stomach dropped. The sting of rejection was one you would never acclimate to though you expected it. Your gut reaction was to yell and cry and ask why he would do that in the first place but you knew why, you knew it was a spur of the moment thing and didn’t mean anything. You let your eyes close and took a breath. “Ain’t right.”

You blamed the burn in your eyes on the smoke billowing next to you and blinked hard.

“Of course not. I didn’t think you - I understand it’s not like that for you.” You tried not to sound wounded, like a child with her feelings hurt. Instead, you plastered on a shaky smile and ignored the lump in your throat as you tried to lighten the mood. “As far as birthday gifts go though, it was pretty great.”

The words tasted like ash, thick and bitter in your mouth. It wasn’t his fault that what started as an innocent teenage crush had morphed into something more, something twisted and wrong.

His gaze lifted to yours. His brows were furrowed, that line appearing between them, lips downturned. You tried to look away in time, tried to pull away from those honey brown eyes tinted against the glow of the dying cigarette but the tears escaped. You turned, hands coming up to swipe them away and let your bare feet hit the wooden planks, trying to make your way across the porch. You needed to go, to move. You needed distance to breathe before you couldn’t hold it together any longer.

“Oh, baby no.” His voice was quiet and rough, like he felt guilty for telling you what you already knew. He came after you, quick footsteps and a heavy hand on your shoulder. You let him turn you towards him but didn’t look up, kept your eyes focused on the black sky and ignored the tears still streaming. “Hey, look at me.”

You shook your head and hugged your arms closer. Embarrassment and shame filled you. This is exactly what you said you weren’t going to do, be the girl who made a scene, who couldn’t let go of one stupid kiss. You were acting like a stupid fucking teenager and that excuse expired twenty-three hours ago.

Joel’s hands cradled your face, calloused thumbs swiping at the tears that were falling in slow droplets. He guided you to turn to him, eyes meeting without choice. Confusion mixed with your despair at his pained look, there was more emotion on his face than ever before and you didn’t know why. You had to suffocate the small flame of hope that flickered inside of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want- “ You were rambling, voice thick with tears. Eyes roaming anywhere but his,“I know it’s not right and that you don’t- I didn’t mean to put you in a bad position. I don’t know what I was thinking last night.”

“No, sweetheart. Need ya to look at me.” You listened despite the anxiety and shame running through you. The sight of him ailed the panic a bit, making it just that much easier to breathe. You braced yourself for the placating, the it’s ok, but we won’t talk about it ever again but it never came. “You ain’t done nothin’ wrong. You ain’t put in any situation I didn’t wanna be in. I mean look at ya.”

He said the last bit like he hadn’t meant for you to hear it, like a though escaped. That flicker of hope building as he kept talking, the darkness of his eyes causing something else to kindle.

“Old man like me ain’t got no business wantin’ you the way I do. ‘m old enough to be your daddy. Hell, ‘m older than ‘im ” He let out a laugh, humorless around the edges. Your heart was in your stomach, mind trying to process what he was saying. “Baby, I ain’t putting you in that situation. Ain’t gon’ let you get hurt like that.”

It took a delayed second, your eyes tracking his face before you understood. Realization dawned, tears slowing and a small grin pulled at your face.

He wanted you, in some realm close to the way you wanted him. A girlish giddy feeling filled your chest and you leaned into his touch, just an inch. But the longer you stared, the more you understood.

“Joel.” You whispered, more of a plea, looking at him through blurry eyes as processed what it all really meant. Three years spent pining, dreaming and wondering of something so out of reach was in front of you. It was right there but you ran the possibilities through your mind and there was the catch.

It would change everything, ruin everything. This wasn’t only your heart on the line, there were people who existed outside of this. And you saw it, the destruction it would leave when they found out, the disappointed look on your mother’s face, the betrayal on your father’s, the confusion on Sarah’s that morphed into disgust as she ran the numbers and realized.

“I know, baby.” He said, pulling you into him as your face crumpled. An arm banded around your waist and a hand came up to stroke over your hair. He engulfed you in warmth, smelling like cigarette smoke, sweat and wood and something so familiar your chest ached. Your fingers gripping at the fabric of his flannel as your body shook.

And he stayed there, hand rubbing over your hair and murmuring words you couldn’t make out against the top of your head until your breathing evened and the tears slowed. When you were calmed down, you pulled back far enough to meet his eyes. to see the concern and worry written across his features.

The urge to ail it, to calm the despair, to smooth away the line between his brow and the frown of his mouth was too strong to ignore. You found yourself trailing your fingertips across his cheekbones, the rough hairs of his beard and tracing over his strong nose, coming to land on his jaw.

You should’ve moved away, took a step back and walked back into the house. That night a distant memory that no one ever spoken of again, to be forgotten in time but then you were pushing yourself to your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to the scar that was nicked into the skin there. His shoulders tensed underneath your hands and you thought he might push you away but his arms pulled around you, closer and he sighed quietly, barely there.

Its a memorization game of sorts - the way your lips drew a path down his face, the way they moved to his stubbled cheek and down to the corner of his mouth, the need to remember this, to bide more time until you figure out how to make this work.

“Baby.” He breathed and you felt his resolve waver. The fingertips against your back flexed, a shaky breath that brushes across your lips. “If we do this-”

“I know, I know”

And you did. This wouldn’t be a fantasy of happily ever afters with family dinners and wishes of congratulations, where everyone got out unscathed, where relationships weren’t beaten and bruised beyond repair. There was no guarantee of anything but hope was persistent, that flicker turned to a flame that licked up inside you until you were burning with it.

It would be the end of what you both knew but it was everything you wanted, something you never dared dream a reality for fear of the rejection that nearly shattered you a moment ago and he wanted it too. You couldn’t walk away.

There was no more pretense of teenage rebellion or forbidden birthday favor. Whatever this was, whatever it would be was real, tangible.

With one last look through your lashes, you were shifting, nudging with the hand on his jaw for his mouth to meet yours - careful at first as warmth invaded you, spreading sparks through you at the slightest contact and pooling in your stomach. His fingertips flexed into your waist, letting out a shaky breath that brushed across your chin and that thin thread holding you both back, the hesitancy snapped.

Then you were licking at the seam of his lips, barely there flicks of your tongue silently asking for more. He gave it, mouth opening so you could taste the tobacco that laced his tongue. You wound your hands into his hair, tugging on the curls enough to have him groaning in your mouth, the rumble against your chest sending shockwaves through your nerves.

Joel left your mouth to trail open mouthed kisses over the underside of your jaw and neck, your head falling back to give him better access. His lips pressed your pulse point once before his teeth were there, sinking into the skin and biting just hard enough that it had you gasping, a wave of arousal pulsing between your thighs causing your fingers to tighten into his hair.

You were hot all over, the kind of hot that had nothing to do with the summer air but with the hands that’s were roaming your body, smoothing over the skin of where your shirt had ridden up, the feel of him half-hard and pressed against your hip, the persistent way he was back on you, devouring you as he licked into your mouth. You felt it before, small and fragile more akin to a flicker than a flame but this was intense - all consuming and threatening to burn you alive.

“Joel.” You breathed, you couldn’t wait. You pulled back to look at him, hands sliding down to the back of his neck. “Need you to touch me. ”

You lost the fight the second he stepped onto the porch that night. You wouldn’t be able to justify it when it inevitable blew up in your face, there was no excuse for sleeping with your daddy’s best friend But Joel was there, wrapped around you all warm and solid and you couldn’t move, couldn’t bring yourself to break away from him,

He hesitated, eyes widening a fraction and you were worried he was going to push you away, send you back in the house like the night before but he nodded.

“Okay, baby.”

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flowery-mess · 3 months ago

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THE FIRE WITHIN

chapter 1 (series masterlist)

Pairing: fire fighter Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Theresa Monroe, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / fire / explosion / death /death of firefighters / description of dead fire fighters / complicated call / description of fire and explosion / being affected by the call / therapy / let me know of anything else!

Words: 3k

Author's note: Finally! I'm so excited for this! I know this chapter may come off as boring, because there's not really any interactiom between Noah and reader, but that will change in the one. I appreciate feedback in any form! Hope you like it♥️

Be aware you're reading this at your own decision, it contains sensitive topics, so please think twice before reading as I wouldn't want to cause anyone any discomfort while reading my work!

Hungry for action, determined to be the best. That’s how you could describe Lt. Noah Sebastian.

It was never his dream to be a firefighter, until he started the job. After high school, he didn’t have any direction in his life, until his buddy who joined the LA Fire department year earlier than Noah, told him about it.

Noah got into the academy, finished it as one of the best and got sent to a station 25.

He likes the life of a fire fighter. He works 24 hour shift, then has two days off. On those days off he usually goes to the gym, hangs out with his friends and then flirts with girls at his local bar. Because being a fire fighter is the ultimate pick up line, isn’t it.

If you’d ask his colleagues, they would say Noah is disciplined, but still a funny guy. He’s young, so he brings fresh air to the station. He’s full of jokes, making their shifts go by faster.

On calls he’s focused on the work that needs to be done. He follows orders, does his job properly and leaves every shift with gratitude that he can come home alive.

Noah lives alone in two room apartment just 20 minute drive from the station. His house is small, but it’s nice. He’s not big on decorations and stuff, but it’s cosy and home for him. He has made the bigger room into kitchen and living room area, the smaller one into his bedroom.

Noah drives black Range rover that he’s very proud and careful of, because he bought that car himself. His upbringing wasn’t bad, but not perfect. He’s an only child. His parents lived in LA long before he was born, but few years ago they decided to move somewhere more quiet. Noah stayed in his hometown with some money from his parents to take care of himself, he used the money to buy his apartment and then had to make money for himself. He bought the car with his and only his money and that’s why he’s so proud about getting it. His mom texts him like once a week to see if he’s doing okay and he calls his dad once a month to catch up on life, but that’s it. He's grateful for everything they’ve done for him but feels pretty much alone now.

So he really appreciates the fire department and guys on his shift, because they feel like a family. They joke together, play games or do make friendly pranks against each other, but when they’re on a call they know they have each other’s backs. They trust each other, because without trust you can’t do this job properly. So when they start doubting Noah’s trust on calls, that’s when things start to get a bit uncomfortable.

*40 days ago*

“Man I hope we can get more than 5 minutes of sleep.” Nick said when him and Noah entered their bunk.

“Don’t say shit like this or the exact opposite is gonna happen.”

“I hope not, I need to sleep.”

Nick is Noah’s best friend who got him into this job. They didn’t start at the same station, but Nick got sent to 25 just a few months ago.

Noah had to agree that tonight’s shift was a busy one. They had two car accidents, one house fire and two false alarms behind them. With only 5 more hours of their shift remaining, Nick and Noah laid in their beds and fell asleep from exhaustion. Little did they know the shift was not going to be over in 5 hours.

Just an hour of sleep later Noah, Nick and the rest of the shift were woken up by the alarm and announcement “Ladder 25, Engine 25, Aid car 25. Structure fire reported at Hoover street. Heavy fire and smoke visible on arrival. Possible hazardous materials on site. Evacuation in progress. Multiple alarms requested.”

“Fuck.” Nick was first to react as him and Noah made their way down to get into their vehicles and leave the station.

“Sounds big.” Noah responded before he started with his gear, putting it on, making sure he has everything he needs on him and then jumping in the back of big vehicle with “Ladder 25” on its side.

As they were approaching the site, they could already see and smell the smoke from streets away. Blue and red lights already at the place, the number of fire cars on site signalizing that it was a big call.

Everyone got to their job immediately, taking in captain’s orders.

Noah’s job on this call was to go inside and extinguish the fires on his way to the fire centre. One rule they always follow: fire fighter is never alone, they work in pairs. Noah’s colleague followed closely behind him as they run into the building.

Others were already running out to get a new oxygen tanks or with workers from the factory in their arms. When they entered the building, Noah already felt something was off. He couldn’t tell what, but something wasn’t right.

They followed instructions on where to go, extinguishing small fires along the way until they reached the big hall where they couldn’t see the other end, because of the smoke and fire.

“Fuck, this bitch is big.” Noah heard his mate and had to agree. He hadn’t seen fire like this before.

“Sebastian to Captain 25. Starting the attack now, requesting additional units. The fire’s big. Copy.” Noah said through his radio to update his captain who was outside giving orders.

They immediately started what they call “the attack” and tried to contain as much fire as possible. He saw Nick along with another Lieutenant run inside and start the same thing.

“Our tanks are running out Noah, we need to leave soon.” Noah just nodded his head and heard the familiar beeping of their tanks when they start to run out of oxygen.

They turned around and started running towards the exit. Once they were outside, they went to get a new tank and update the commander on the situation outside.

The fire didn’t seem to get any smaller when the two of them returned back inside and started the attack again. To Noah it felt like eternity. He was looking into the fire with hose in his hands, trying to find the source like if he could aim the hose at one particular spot and the fire would be over.

Noah’s concentration was interrupted by voice in his radio “Command to all units, there are gas tanks hidden under the main hall. Everyone get out. This is a high risk situation, I repeat evacuate, evacuate, evacute!”

That was the last thing Noah heard before loud explosion went off at the other side of the hall. He saw the fire lit up the whole way to the ceiling, the smoke extended and even through his mask he could smell the gasoline.

When the tanks blew up, the explosion was strong enough to lift fire fighters from the ground and threw them metres away from where they were standing. Noah only felt the ground vibrate and moved few steps back, but what he saw he will never forget.

For a moment after the explosion it was like if everything around him stopped, before going fully into motion again. Some of the guys stayed laying on the floor, some were moving and yelling from the pain and then guys like Noah, who were still capable of doing their job, ran to help those who couldn’t leave that hall on their own.

But not Noah. Noah stood still at the same place and watched everything happen in front of him. He saw the panic in everyone’s eyes. He saw Nick lifting another man in full gear and run towards the exit. He saw others checking pulses of those who were laying still and move to another when they realised the pulse was not there. He saw someone was talking to him, but he couldn’t hear anything.

He saw one of the older guys at his station laying on the ground, not moving. He saw his face, lifeless. It was like Noah was watching the worst they were warned about and trained to handle those situations. But all he could do was stand there and not move.

He was literally facing death in front of him and that was scary as fuck.

He felt someone’s hand grab his arm and drag him away from the spot he was standing at. He realised that the someone was leading a way out for them both, he knew he was alive, but didn’t feel like that.

When they reached the outside the panic didn’t stop, in fact the lights and ambulances and blood and bodies and injuries were even more chaotic than the scene inside.

Someone sat him on the ground and took his mask and helmet off and immediately got him on oxygen. Noah was like a robot, just nodding his head “yes” or “no” when asked questions, his eyes still following the chaos that went on.

It was like a switch inside his body when he realised he didn’t do anything to help inside. He stood up and tried to put his full gear on saying “I need to help them.” and “They’re still inside I need to get them.”

It took three people to stop him from running inside and it took one look at Nick who was sitting in an ambulance with a mask on his mouth that made Noah break down.

He fell to his knees and started crying. He felt overwhelmed by everything and everyone, he tried to protect his ears with his hands, but it still couldn’t stop the noise.

Nick saw his best friend and gathered all of his strength to get up and walk to him. Nick was fine, just smoke inhalation, but one look at him in that ambulance and thoughts of what could have happen to him just broke Noah.

“Hey Noah, it’s me.” Nick said when he knelt next to Noah and put his arm around him. “Just breathe, we’re okay.”

Nick continued to talk Noah through his break down and then helped him inside the same ambulance he was just a minutes ago to get checked up.

The fire was extinguished from inside by additional units, everyone who needed medical help was transferred to the hospital and coroner took care of bodies who lost their lifes as heroes on that call.

When Noah and his crew made it back to station it was already 3 hours after their shift ended. Crisis briefing was ordered at the beginning of their next shift.

Noah didn’t waste time with shower or changing into clean clothes, he started his car and took off.

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When he came home he threw his bag on the floor and immediately went for the shower. He stood still under the shower for good 20 minutes before he broke down again.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know those calls can happen, he just never really thought it would happen to him and his station. He wished he’d never come across death, but that’s impossible with his job.

He leaned his head on the shower wall and just let his emotions out.

He didn’t go to gym or reach out to anyone, he stayed in bed until it was time to go back to work again.

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“Good morning everyone, thank you for coming today.” you said as you started the briefing at Station 25. You had the whole shift in the conference room sitting around big table. “My name is Theresa, but you can call me Tess. I’m therapist for the fire department and today I’ll lead this sitting. This here is my colleague, John.” you introduced yourself and John as positively as it was possible in that situation.

“We know things like this are not comfortable for everyone, so we’re not going to push anyone today. But it’s important to go over what happened and come to a conclusion you did everything you could.” John started the speech and you scanned the men sitting in front of you. Some of them were looking fine, mostly the older ones who have been through similar stuff before.

Your eyes couldn’t miss Noah. He was beautiful, you thought, until his eyes met yours. It was just for a second, because he moved his gaze to the ground, but even the second was all you needed to know that he was for sure not okay. He had dark circles under his eyes, so he probably didn’t sleep much since the call. His eyes screamed “tired” at you and his whole appearance just gave him away. But it wasn’t just him, few more guys seemed to have the same feelings like Noah did.

“I heard you lost your colleagues that night. I’m sorry, that is always the hardest part.” you saw wave of emotions go though the room after you said that. “How about we start with how was the shift before the last call. Anyone wants to tell me?”

There was a moment of silence, but one of the older guys broke it. “It was shit of day honestly. It was busy shift for all of us, I think I can speak for everyone that when we went to sleep before the last call we just really wished that the sleep is gonna be at least until the end of the shift.” and you saw few of them nod their heads in agreement, which was great start.

“Oh really? What were your other calls?” you asked.

Another man started talking “Just a regular calls I’d say, car accidents, but nothing serious. Then two false alarms which is always annoying, but one of them was in school, so we at least had some fun with the kids.”

As you and John navigated the discussion towards the last call, you noticed Noah and two other guys were not really present. When everyone was nodding or laughing along, they didn’t. But you knew those reactions are okay too, everyone handles their emotions differently.

When John finally asked about the call the mood in the room shifted, but everyone was still talking with you and John.

“It was horrible. I was not even inside when the explosion happened, but hearing it outside and not knowing what’s going on was scary.” was the first confession of feelings and then it was easier for everyone else to speak up.

“I saw him fly like two metres above the ground before he fell. I knew he’s not gonna make it when I saw his body on the ground. I didn’t want to go check on him, but I had to.” guy with a mustache talked about seeing one of his colleagues lose his life.

Those sessions don’t have particular time stop, unless there’s nothing more to talk about, you’re leading the discussion.

At the end you always ask everyone to promise you they don’t have anything else they need to talk about and that they know they did everything they could. Everyone always does, but you know not everyone means it. Just like you know Noah didn’t mean a single letter when he muttered ‘I’m okay.’ in the end.

“Captain I think it was mostly successful briefing, but keep an eye on them. You can call me or John anytime you need us.” you shook your hand with the captain and made your way to your car.

Before you left the station, you saw Noah cleaning the front of their Ladder and took that as a chance to speak to him.

“Hi. You don’t have to tell me anything, I know everyone handles their emotions differently. But I can see that you’re tired and maybe overwhelmed by the situation. Don’t be scared to reach out if you need.”

“Yeah whatever.” was Noah’s answer, but he still took your card and put it in his pocket.

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But since the tragic call Noah couldn’t get back on track at the job. He felt better, but still not good enough to give his job 100%.

“That’s enough Sebastian. You’re going to see the department’s therapist or you’re on desk duty.”

“What?” Noah faced his captain next to the vehicle they just used to extinguish small garden fire.

“You’re not yourself since the call Noah, you need help.” Captain said as gentle as possible. He didn’t blame Noah for being affected by the call, but it was dangerous for him and for his crew.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t need any help.”

“You yelled at a kid today Noah.”

“But that was for his own safety.”

“Really? Didn’t have to anything with the gas bomb they had close to the fire? Or what about last week’s call to the clothes factory when you demanded to know if they have any gas or another explosive things in there? Or week before that when you went for safety check up and yelled at a woman for not having a fire system installed?”

Noah didn’t have any answer, because he knew all of his reactions were because he became extremely nervous after that call. He always hated when people didn’t think about their safety enough, but he never yelled at someone because of it.

“I want you to see a therapist or you’ll sit behind the desk. I want the first session this week and I want a paper that says you’re able to do the job while going to therapy. We’re short on people Noah I don’t want you to sit behind a desk and wait for months to have your papers signed, so please, help both you and me and do something.”

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When Noah came home after that shift, he grabbed the small paper that was on his table since the briefing and texted you “Hi, are you free this week for a therapy?”

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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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)

Previous Chapter

Give You Blue Masterlist | ao3

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 · 2 years 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 · 6 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 · 1 year 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 · 5 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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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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mlmichaelharrison · 5 months 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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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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melishade · 1 year 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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askbensolo · 10 months ago

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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

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darkscaleswriter · 1 year 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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