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shannon! hello! i was looking at your pinterest boards again (they're so aesthetic i love it!) and marty's really stood out to me! so i wanted to ask, what's his story like? any fun things about him? :)
OMG blu!!! ( @xxluckystrike ) hello!! :D i hope you're doing well! <3 (and thanks so much for stopping by the askbox!) AWWWWE thanks so much!!! :') that means so much to me omggg, my pinterest boards for my OCs are truly some of my favorite things to collect and put together - it just helps so much with writing, the vibes i try to go for, the aesthetic of course, quotes, face claims, scene inspo for them.....i could go on haha! it truly helps so so much for me, so i appreciate it SO much!! :)
my sweet bean marty!!! you can absolutely ask about him (and i am beyond happy to talk about him!) and i've been working with writing him a bit more for the fic and just !!!!! i love him so so much! :)
SO!!!! Marty - or to others Martin Armstrong, or to Esther, her little brother by about 14 months haha! In the story, we won't really see a *whole* lot about Marty face-to-face, but Esther thinks about him a lot and does mention him throughout the story when thinking about home and her childhood (two major things that hang off of her like a comfy cardigan). My best way to describe Marty is that not only is he Esther's brother, but he's tough as nails, intelligent, charming, resourceful, loyal, a ride-or-die type of friend, and one helluva medic out in the Pacific (corpsmen, he's in the Marines, but for sake of better word)!
Marty worked at the nearby Navy Yard, with a few school friends, but once Esther went to school and war rumblings crossed the Atlantic, he decided to sign up for the Marines - he wanted to be with the best of the best, and with Dad as a Marine, he wanted to follow in his footsteps. So when Esther went to work at Fort Bragg with W-Sector, Marty was sent to Parris Island, South Carolina where he underwent his training before being sent to the Pacific.
He gets close with a group of guys in the Marines his age - Charlie Godfrey (his closest friend in the platoon) along with Joey Merrie, Calvin Hindton, Glenn Jercovic, Roger Kaplan and Warren Whitwatcher. Fun fact: Charlie Godfrey's little sister, Flo, is on a certain base in Europe, working as a mechanic on the âFlying Fortressesâ throughout 1943, helping take care of a dog named Meatball (lol!).
Martyâs role in the story is really this enigma of being Estherâs brother and someone consistently important to her life (to then parallel another OC, Jeannie, the tragic story of her and her brother, Fitzgerald, but more on that another time).
Him being a medic is one of the things that really defines his character, especially being out in the pacific, and I purposely write some of his letters to Esther where he describes what that experience is like and what he goes through to further exemplify his character and his inherent need to help people. From the way Esther talks about him early on in the fic, you wouldnât really *guess* that about him but the more we hear and see of him, and once he starts mentioning it, we see where that makes sense.
And if anything, Marty is VERY proud of his sister! :) [#1 supportive lil brother truly]
SO NOWâŚ..a I have a moodboard and a snippet for you as a thank you for asking about him! :) ENJOYYYYY!!!!! He truly is one of my favorites and such a good person! <3
Another fun fact: Esther has brought up Marty 71 times and I only have 23 chapters written! Lol!
Everywhere she looked, she saw her brother; she saw Marty in the doorway to their home, with his backpack and long socks on his first day of 1st grade. She saw Marty at the kitchen table, his usual spot left open for him ever since that day he left. She saw him in the family room, not only in a few notable pictures, but in his usual slightly dented spot on the couch that the majority of people left open. Half the time it still felt like Marty was there.
-> excerpt from Chapter 14 of And Then The Dawn Came
#MARTYYYY#i havenât actually talked about him a whole lot so THANK U for this ask!!! đĽšđŤśâ¨#band of brothers#attdc#and then the dawn came#martin armstrong#marty is a sweet bean#a lil chaotic but a sweetheart#thatâs generally how the armstrong family is :)#THANK U BLU!
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The Bridgerton boys really are all hoes.
Anthony - the âso intense it makes him stupidâ hoe
Benedict - the âhoe for a good causeâ
Colin - the âself-absorbed, dumb of assâ hoe
#in this rewatch my oldest sibling senses light up like a fucking christmas tree every time Colin opens his mouth#like honey you need to be taken down a peg or six and I volunteer to do the honors#benedictâs hoe-ness just makes him sweet#like yeah you funky lil bisexual sweetheart embrace your hoe ass#i sympathize with (but do not excuse) anthony bc the weight of being the one chaotic sexy to rule them all truly is a calling#anthony bridgerton is everything chaotic bisexual eldest children strive to be:#filled with YearningTM and RAGE#but literally most of anthonyâs decisions got me muttering âhoe donât do itâ and then me suffering as i watch the hoe in fact do it#colinâs currently (circa early S2) just a fucking douche canoe bc he is still a teenage boy#he just needs someone to take him out at the kneecaps#and again Iâm volunteering#benedictâs hoe-ness does no harm to anybody and mostly manifests as an adorable âclueless but ready to learnâ himbo air#Colinâs ignorant and anthonyâs just comprised of rage and spite at this point#bridgerton#bridgerton brothers#no comment on gregory bc while Iâm sure heâll develop his own strain of hoe-ness I wonât make assumptions#anthony bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#colin bridgerton#bridgerton siblings
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The idea that Duke is the super well-behaved and rule-following kid is really funny to me cause like, have you read Robin War? His bit in that book opens with him being arrested for wearing red shoes (long story, just know he was also wearing a red hoodie that apparently wasn't a problem) and he explains step by step to the cop exactly how he plans on escaping before executing that escape perfectly by jumping off a bridge. He fought an armored Jim Gordon, the Court of Owls, and Damian who had been manipulated into joining the Court. Duke managed to talk Damian down while getting his ass kicked and then kinda befriended the kid after. He also has defied Batman several times and was proven to be right. All with a healthy dose of sass.
But also I do like lil rule-following sweetheart Duke so I have a proposal. Duke Thomas who follows the rules he agrees with. Most of the time, he's the sweet little angel in the manor. He's polite, he's well-mannered, he's kind, and he does what he's told. However that's only because everything aligns with what he believes to be the right path. The moment Bruce makes a bad call or order, Duke takes it to 11 and becomes more impossible to order around than Jason. Chaotic Good Duke.
#even Wayne Family Adventures has a kind shy boy Duke and not the foul-mouthed asskicker#which to be fair the batfam already has plenty of those#all im saying is it takes a lot of spine to be THE gotham daytime vigilante#the wayne family#batfamily#batfam#the waynes#batman wayne family adventures#wayne family adventures#duke thomas#signal dc#robin#robin war#we are robin#batman family#batman#i mean i know the cop was just using the robin laws as an excuse to arrest a black kid#but i just thought it was funny he pointed to the shoes and not the bright red fucking hoodie#the signal#dc comics
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underwater moments w/ Poseidon!reader x Luke
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daughter of poseidon! reader x luke castellan đ޸
IN WHICH.. youâre dating the famous hermes boy đ
warnings! this fic contains- no betrayal luke 𼳠// percy is a lil bro // fem reader // not all of these are underwater moments
đ§- saturn by sza
[headcannons]
sneaking out for starlit swims !!
you and luke spend your nights secretly swimming under the dark waters of camp half-blood, while the moon grazes the surface and turns the black depths glittery. you and him try to remain quiet, but how could you resist laughter when he almost accidentally drowned, twice?!
the famous underwater kisses <3
with little privacy at the kid-filled camp, you and luke rarely found moments alone. all you had time for were sneaky, quick kisses in between planned activities. as a child of poseidon, you found a way to solve this intimate problemâunderwater kisses. creating an air bubble under the lake allowed for a moment with no curious glancesâat least from most. (the fishies and a certain pesky brother often interrupt)
going pearl diving!
luke likes to sunbathe in the gleaming sun, resting on the docks while you splash around in the blue lake. you dive down deep, searching for the prettiest pearls underwater and placing him on the wood surface next to him. this could go on for hours, you entertained by the adventure and luke just happy to be in your presence. the next day, luke graciously gifted you a gorgeous necklace made with the pearls you excavated.
surfing and paddle boarding đââď¸
while the calm waters donât offer many waves, every once in a while you like to manipulate the liquid so you can surf. not to mention, you love to instruct luke, too. heâs not the best, but heâs willing to give anything a try. (if weâre being honest, he hates it. he hates constantly falling off the board and sharply coming into contact with the water, but heâd do anything if it meant you were happy.)
in contrast, he loves to paddle board with you. itâs more gentle, and he can actually talk to you while in the water.
the olive theory! (but with cherries)
definitelyyyy the type of guy to pretend he doesnât like cherries just because he knows you love them more. every morning at breakfast, he slides you his small fruit cup with only the cherries remaining, and you eat it up every time. unbeknownst to you, heâs only doing this to see you smile. he loves the way your lips curl up into a smile when you eat them, the juices staining your lips with a shade of red. he would give up anything to see you smile like that.Â
carrying a waterproof digital camera around đ¸
he loves loves LOVES to take photos of you! whether your swimming in the lake or picking strawberries in the fields, heâs by your side with the camera directed towards you. heâs the number one candid picture taker! and when you ask why, he usually presents you with some dumb excuse or pickup line to conceal the fact that heâs totally whipped for you.Â
âew, stoppp! i look so bad right now! why do you like taking so many photos anyway?â
âdunno. youâre the subject of all my dreams, sweetheart.â
late night beach bonfires
singing, laughing, and cuddling by the warmth of a campfire with all your friends is a weekly occurrence for you and luke. it feels like youâre both just normal teens, living life with no fear of monsters attacking or angry greek gods. plus, he makes BOMB sâmores.Â
CHAOTIC game nights with percyÂ
attempting to play charades with your little brother, but overall he just gets mad and rage quits because you couldnât guess the word. oh, and we canât forget the craziest uno nights. you and percy arguing over the rules while luke just stands awkwardly in the corner.
âyou canât place a draw two on a draw four! it doesnât work that way!â
âyes you can!! suck it up and draw your six cards!â
âuh, guysâŚ? đ§ââď¸â
the annual cabin decoration contest ! (yes, i made this up)
when that time rolls around, you and percy are DETERMINED to have the best cabin. you hang up seashells, scatter around the prettiest dried coral on shelves, and buy fairy lights for a cozy atmosphere. luke watches from afar as you and percy playfully argue whether a lana del rey poster would âfit the theme.â to be fair, it was a tunnel under OCEAN blvd poster.
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MASTERLISTS đ˛đ˘ REQUEST / TALK TO ME đ˛đ˘ RULES
#luke castellan#luke castellan headcanons#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan blurb#livâs writing !#liv yaps
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can I have something with Stan in his scamming era? (where he founded Stan Co. Enterprises) đđ begging you because damn that man looked so hot here
đ¸âËâš kiss me, iâm not buying đŚš.ᥣđŠË salesman!Stan Pines x reader
a/n: here it is! ugh, the grip this man has on me. i didnât know whether to make this smut or sfw (believe me, i debated it for way too long), so i went the sfw route this time, but iâd be more than happy to write something spicier for salesman!Stan if yâall are interested !!Â
you're standing in the middle of a sketchy flea market just off the highway and honestly itâs not exactly where youâd pictured spending your saturday afternoon, wandering through the rows of mismatched booths, scanning piles of junk that no sane person could ever need.
it's hot, too sticky, gross. your shirt clings to your back and you're already regretting stopping here.
but just as youâre about to leave, your eyes land on him. a man in a teal shirt with a collar so wide itâs begging for attention, leaving his chest hair on display that heâs clearly proud of, along with a chunky gold chain around his neck. his suitcase has clearly seen better days, but what sets him apart from the crowd is his wide smile, like heâs about to either sell you a miracle or steal your last dime.Â
of course, youâd seen him around, not in person, but in loud, greasy ads on TV where he was always shouting, waving some half-broken thing, performing like it was gold, spitting promises about "how much you could make!" with a grin that could sell you your own reflection and make you think you needed to buy it.
and just because youâre lucky, he clocks you immediately. his eyes light up, oh a jackpot, Stan thinks. and before you can even pretend to be invisible, heâs striding over like heâs just found a hundred-dollar bill lying on the sidewalk. the suitcase bounces in his grip with each step and youâre already brainstorming ways to politely eject yourself from this situation.
"hey there, sweetie!" he talks warmly, kindly, so charismatic as if heâs known you forever and isnât trying to scam you out of your wallet. âlookinâ for the deal of the century? 'cause I got it right here.âÂ
who even talks like that? your first thought is to walk away, but he doesnât wait for your reply, flipping open his battered suitcase with a dramatic fwoosh, inside is a chaotic mess of. . . you donât even know how to call it, whatever the hell this is. Â
garbage. actual garbage.
âbehold!â Stan announces, plucking out what looks like a glorified spatula, holding it up like itâs excalibur. âthe âmulti-purpose super-scraper deluxe!â clears snow, scrapes gum, defends yer honor in a bar fight! this baby does it all.â
you blink, thinking, processing. then blink again. thereâs no fucking way this man is serious.
âuh,â you squint at him, trying to keep a straight face. âwhy. . . would I need that?â Â
Stan gasps like you just insulted his mother. âwhy wouldnât ya? câmon, sweetheart, yer too smart not to see the potential here! no more sticky messes, no more snowed-in mornings! and if some jerk at the bar gives ya trouble,â he mimics an exaggerated swing with the scraper, accompanied by sound effects. âyou clock âem with the handle. itâs genius!â
your lips twitch, fighting not to curve into a grin. heâs ridiculous. his whole speech is absurd, but goddamn if it isnât entertaining. heâs so into it, so unabashedly shameless, that you canât help but laugh.
noticing your reaction, which he honestly expected, Stan leans closer, lowering his voice like heâs about to tell you some big, mind breaking secret. âtell ya what, baby. normally, this masterpieceâd run ya twenty bucks. but for you,â he winks. "fifteen! and maybe somethinâ else.â Â
your brow arches. âsomethinâ else? like what?â Â
Stan rubs the back of his neck, pretending to be some shy, harmless guy whoâs definitely not scamming you. âaw, nothinâ much. just a teensy lil kiss on the cheek, yâknow, for good luck. gotta keep the olâ sales streak alive!â
you freeze for a beat, caught off guard by his audacity and you hesitate. not because youâre scared, heâs too goofy to be threatening, but because youâre trying to figure out his angle. is he serious? does he actually think this will work? Â
but the worst part is that it works. you hate yourself for not being able to reject, and him for being so damn smiley, friendly and charismatic. his shamelessness, his outrageous speech, the sheer brazenness, it all works against you in ways you hate to admit.
âfine,â you mutter, crossing your arms. âone kiss. but only if this thing actually scrapes gum off my shoe.â Â
âdeal!â his grin stretches impossibly wider in triumph, and you already know youâve lost. Â
you lean in cautiously, heart kicking up just a little, despite your best efforts to stay calm. itâs a kiss on the cheek. nothing weird. nothing big. quick, harmless, done. but just as your lips are about to brush his skin heâ he what?!
the bastard moves, turns his head at the last possible second, so instead of his cheek, your lips collide with his.
you should stop, you must pull away and slap him hard for pulling that kind of shit, but for some reason you donât. you let him kiss you and it feels warm, too good, contrary to his nature as a cunning salesman. Stanâs hand grazes your arm, daring you to stay in the moment even as your head spins. but then realisation comes, a little common sense hits you and you jerk back with wide eyes, looking at him in shock, stunned and breathless.
pleased with himself, Stan smiles cheekily at you with smug expression, looking as if he had just committed the greatest robbery of his life.
âwell, what do ya know?â he chuckles, running a finger over his lips. âgood luck for both of us.â Â
what you donât expect is to run into him again. weeks later, at another flea market, and then again at a diner on the highway.
the third time, Stan grins like itâs fate. âoh, ainât this somethinâ, sweetie? maybe the universe itself wants us to keep bumpinâ into each other.â
#gravity falls#x reader#gravity falls smut#gravity falls x you#gravity falls x reader#stan pines x reader#stanley pines x you#stanley pines smut#grunkle stan#stan pines x you#stan pines x oc#stan pines smut#gravity falls fanfic#gravity falls headcanons#gravity falls fanfiction
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Eddie drives you crazy but you can't help that you're also crazy about him. Mia is new to Hellfire and watching Eddie moon over her brings all your barely buried feelings to light...
Warnings: Jealous reader, Jealous Eddie, confessions and sweetness. Kinda enemies to lovers, Eddie is a cocky lil shit in this.
18+, minors shoo!
Don't copy, translate or repost my work.
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You could feel his eyes on you even though he was all the way across the room. Eddie Munson, was quite possibly the bane of your existence. Unbelievably hot yes, but a pain in the ass.
"Ignoring me again princess?" he teases and you glare at him, try to count to five but his smug smirk does nothing to calm you down.
"Bite me dumbass" you huff and Eddie looks delighted. Oh he just loved to get under your skin, wind you up until you were in knots about him.
You hated that he could make you feel like this, that he was the only guy you wanted. Not that you would ever admit it to him.
Even if you did want to kiss him senseless there was no way you were giving in. No way...
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Eddie had been up the new girl in Hellfire's ass all day. She was pretty, into bands and like a female Eddie, according to the rest of Hellfire.
The way he showed off, acting his usual chaotic self to make her laugh, smiling all dimples and goofy charm. It riled you up to no end.
No, you didn't eavesdrop on Hellfire much... Which brought great amusement to Chrissy and Nancy, and frustration to you, when you heard them speak about Eddie and Mia, ugh Mia. She even had a pretty name too.
So you were pissed at Eddie for following her around like a love sick puppy, most of all you were furious at yourself for being jealous in the first place.
Stupid hot metalhead you grumble to yourself and your bad mood darkens even more when Eddie comes up to you, all swagger and his big brown eyes lighting up when he sees you.
You studiously try to ignore him and find your book for your calc homework, Eddie has other ideas and tugs your hair playfully.
Turning to meet him you level him with a glare. "You're such a child Munson" that gets you a little proud smirk.
"Haven't seen you around today princess" you feel flustered that he's noticed but don't show it.
"Surprising you noticed since you've been following the new Hellfire girl around like a puppy" Eddie's smirk widens, he looks like all his Christmas's have come at once.
"You jealous sweetheart?" he seems so smug, you scoff and shut your locker, trying to feign nonchalance.
"As if, I don't care who you want to fuck Munson" you snap and he looks delighted. Fortunately you're saved from further humiliation by Jackson.
Jackson who is part of the dark side that Eddie hates so much. A wicked idea forms in your head. Two can play at your game Munson.
"Hey gorgeous. You coming to my party tonight, got the kegs and a whole liquor cabinet to use" you don't really have any interest in this party but Eddie glaring daggers at Jackson catches your attention.
"Sounds like fun" you touch his shoulder and Jackson is all smiles until he spots Eddie behind you.
"What do you want Munson?'' he spits out and Eddie rolls his eyes and barely looks fazed by Jackson.
"Really princess. This dumb butthead is your type?" he sneers and the venom in his voice has you turning to face him, frustration fills you at his attitude. Why does he care?
"Shouldn't you go find your little girlfriend instead of worrying about me" you hiss at him and that delighted grin is back on his face.
Eddie lowers his head down, whispering in your ear. "We both know that asshole couldn't satisfy you sweetheart. Stop lying to yourself" he sounds so sure of himself and you clench your fists in anger.
"Fuck you Munson, I told you go and find your new girl and leave me alone" he still looks smug and winks at you.
"You're so beautiful when you're pissed off princess" he leaves then and you're still silently fuming.
You know what? A party sounds perfect.
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Yeah... so it turns out the party is a bust from the start. Jackson gets blind drunk, picks a fight with Tommy who's back from college (thrown out according to Steve) and the party is broken up by Hopper.
That's when you made yourself scarce. Nursing a beer and wanting some peace and quiet, you end up at Skull Rock.
It was tiring avoiding Eddie and his pleased little smile whenever he saw you. Exhausting putting out a front that you hated him, that couldn't be further from the truth.
Turns out you're not alone at Skull Rock. After a few minutes you smell the scent of weed, Eddie's cologne as he joins you.
"Did you follow me here?" you scowl and he snorts and lights up a cigarette, there's still tension between the two of you from earlier.
"Don't flatter yourself sweetheart. Party was shit so I thought I'd come here" he's quiet for a few seconds and you can feel him staring at you.
"You know I was only hanging with Mia because she's new to Hellfire. Have to look after my flock" this makes you smile a bit, he sounds like a shepherd.
He growls frustrated when you don't answer and walks over to you.
"I don't want to fuck Mia, she's nice but she's not my type. No my type has to be you doesn't it? prissy, bitchy and you drive me nuts" Traitor tears prick your eyes and you force them back trying to hide your hurt.
"Charming Munson" he softens and tilts your cheek so you look up at him, stubbornly you do and he moves closer to you.
"You're also sweet, beautiful, kind and fiesty as shit and I love that, you're protective of who you love and that's the first thing I fell for"
Oh! you stop fighting what you feel, fighting him and drop your defences. Eddie's confession must have been hard but he did it and it gives you courage to confess how you feel.
"Really?" you ask and hate how hopeful you sound but it's nice just to lean into the feelings instead of always fighting them.
"Yes, hoping I haven't made an ass of myself and you feel the same" he murmurs and you take his hand, fingers brushing over his rings.
He gazes at you intently and his next words make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
"How can you think I'd ever notice anyone else when all I can think about is you" He caresses your cheek and you melt into him.
"I've fallen for you too" you admit and his smile is all knowing, joyous.
"Oh I know baby, been waiting for you to have enough and kiss me" cocky shit. It makes you giggle though and you kiss him.
It's a hot, searing kiss that lasts for what feel like hours and has you and Eddie smiling like absolute idiots.
You had both been idiots but not anymore, Eddie seems to be thinking along the same lines as you and rests his forehead against yours.
"Could have been doing that for ages if you weren't so stubborn princess" you raise your eyebrow. Oh so you were stubborn but not him? You open your mouth to say something about this but Eddie kisses you again.
Oh well... You'd say something later, much much later.
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#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female reader
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Blue Faces, Red Tempers.
Summary: Melissa gets a taste of her own medicine when your son pranks her by painting her face blue before your weekly dinner with the abbott crew.
just a lil crack to celebrate season four that premieres tomorrow. đ¤ (not revised!)
The house was unusually quiet, the early morning sun barely filtering through the curtains. You were already up, moving quietly around the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise. The scent of freshly chopped vegetables and simmering sauce filled the air as you prepared for tonightâs dinner.
Your work familyâJanine, Gregory, Jacob, Barbara, Ava, and Mr. Johnsonâwere all set to come over for the traditional weekly dinner. It was supposed to be a simple gathering, a night of laughter and relaxation. You just hoped that everything would go smoothly, especially since Nicholas had a habit of turning calm moments into chaotic ones.
Melissa, of course, was still asleep. She had pulled a late night with lesson plans and was finally getting some much-needed rest. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess against the pillow, and she was sprawled out on her side, snoring softly. It was one of those rare, peaceful moments in the Schemmenti household.
At least, it was until Nicholas found his way into the bedroom.
You were too focused on stirring the sauce to notice his quiet footsteps sneaking past you. A few minutes later, you heard him giggling from down the hall, and that was when you knewâsomething was definitely up.
âSweetheart?â you called out, your voice echoing softly through the house as you wiped your hands with a towel, the remnants of dinner still lingering on your fingers. When no response came, you felt a hint of concern tug at your heart, so you sighed softly and headed upstairs, your footsteps light on the wooden steps.
As you reached the top of the stairs, the familiar creak of the floorboards beneath your feet sounded like a warning. You paused for a moment outside the bedroom door, taking a deep breath to brace yourself for whatever awaited you inside.
Pushing the door open, you were greeted by a sight that was both hilarious and slightly terrifying. There lay Melissa, dead asleep, and nestled under the covers completely oblivious to the tiny artist hovering over her with a small tube of blue face paint in hand.
Your son stood at the edge of the bed, his hands clutching the object firmly. The expression on his face was one of intense concentration as he prepared to embark on his artistic mission.
A rush of laughter bubbled up in your throat, but you quickly stifled it, not wanting to startle either of them. âNicholas Alexander Schemmenti!â you scolded calmy, trying to keep your tone light, but the amusement and concern made it difficult. âWhat are you doing?â
âMommy looks like she needs some paint!â
You couldnât help but shake your head at the sight. It was both adorable and slightly terrifying to see your daughter with a paintbrush in one hand and her imagination running wild. You stepped further into the room, prepared to intervene if the chaos escalated any further.
Nicholas was being incredibly meticulous for a newly three-year-old, his tiny fingers streaking and smudging the paint all over your wifeâs face while humming to himself. He had gone for bold strokes across Melissaâs cheeks and forehead, creating a bizarrely abstract yet charming masterpiece. The older woman didnât stir once during the entire process. Not even when Nicholas decided to add a final touchâa big blue dot on the tip of her nose.
Leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, you couldn't stop laughing with your hands over your mouth and your eyes wide. But then, you realized what kind of storm would brew when Melissa woke up. Still, the sight was too precious to ruin, so you grabbed your phone and snapped a quick photo for posterity. She wouldn't mind later, would she?
You had to stifle a snort as you watched the redhead boy beam at his creation, feeling nothing but pride at his artistic endeavor. For a moment, you contemplated waking her up gently and explaining the situation. But⌠you decided to let your wife get a test of her own medicine, since she was a practical joker and never got what she really deserved.
Instead, you made a quick decision. You hastily removed any mirrors from the bedroom and the bathroom Melissa normally used. If you were going to let this play out, you were going to commit. You just needed to keep her unaware for as long as possibleâat least until the crew arrived.
âCome on, Nick,â you whispered, ushering him out of the room before Melissa stirred. âLet Mommy sleep.â
Nicholas looked up at you with wide eyes, smiling as if he had just completed the Mona Lisa. âShe looks pretty,â he whispered back holding your hand.
You ruffled his messy curls, trying not to laugh. âYes, she does, bud.â
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By mid-afternoon, Melissa finally woke up, still blissfully unaware of her new ridiculous blue face. You had managed to keep her distracted for most of the day, and she hadnât once noticed that all of the mirrors were mysteriously missing. She wandered into the living room, still groggy, yawning loudly as she scratched the back of her head.
âHon, why didnât you wake me up earlier?â she grumbled, leaning against the counter. âI overslept.â
âYou needed it,â you said, forcing a straight face as you chopped more vegetables. Her green eyes still looked heavy and glossy with sleep, and you could tell she was trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.
Melissa scowled a bit, rubbing at her face absentmindedlyâsmearing the blue paint even further across her cheek. You had to turn away quickly, pretending to fuss over the stove as a laugh bubbled in your throat. âYeah, yeah,â she mumbled. âSo, what timeâs everyone cominâ over?â
âShould be here in about an hour,â you answered, working hard to suppress your amusement. âEverythingâs almost ready.â
She nodded, yawning again as she headed toward the bathroom. âIâm gonna freshen up, babe,â she called over her shoulder. You immediately panicked, moving quickly to intercept her.
âNo, wait! MaybeâŚdonât go in the bathroom yet,â you rambled, waving her off casually. âI, uh, spilled something in there, and itâs a bit of a mess.â
Melissa turned and raised an eyebrow at you. âWhat? You spill somethinâ?â she asked skeptically.
âYeah,â you said quickly, nodding. âItâs a bit of a disaster. Let me clean it up first.â
She narrowed her eyes, but shrugged. âAlright, whatever. But you owe me a coffee tomorrow for letting me sleep in so late.â
You let out a relieved breath as she moved to the kitchen, completely bypassing any reflective surfaces. For the next hour, you managed to keep her busy while finishing up dinner, all the while making sure she had no opportunity to discover what had been done to her face.
The doorbell rang a little after five, and soon enough, the Abbott crew trickled in. Janine and Gregory were first, followed closely by Jacob and Barbara. Ava and Mr. Johnson, true to form, came last, with the principal dramatically announcing her entrance like she was arriving at the Met Gala.
Your wife, unaware of the blue mess still decorating her face, greeted everyone with her usual no-nonsense attitude. She was grumbling about how youâd let her sleep too long and how she hadnât had enough time to properly wake up. Everyone else, however, could hardly look her in the eye without their faces twitching in suppressed laughter and shock.
âHey, Schemmenti!â Ava called from across the room, smirking as she eyed the eldest. âLooking real fresh today. Did you do something different?â
The redheadâs eyes narrowed as she glanced over at her. âWhatâre you talkinâ about, Coleman?â
Ava smirked but shrugged casually, shooting a look at the others. Janine, Jacob, and Barbara were all biting their lips, trying their hardest not to laugh. Even Gregory was barely holding it together, his eyes shifting nervously and in an awkward manner as if he was afraid of bursting out in laughter and facing Melissaâs wrath.
âNothing, nothing,â Janine said quickly, her voice squeaky with barely restrained giggles. âYou just seem⌠refreshed.â
The second grade teacher grunted, raising a brow. âUh-huh. Sure, lowercase.â
You silently wrapped an arm around your wifeâs waist, fighting back a chuckle. She looked absolutely ridiculous, but surprisingly adorable.âBe nice to Janine, baby.â
âFine. Whatever.â
Barbara broke the silence, her brow furrowed in mock seriousness as she tried to hide her amusement. âShall we eat?â
âYeah!â The entire crew chimed in unison, laughter bubbling up as they eagerly gathered around the table, ready to dive into dinner despite Melissaâs bizarre appearance.
Dinner was set up on the dining table, and everyone gathered around, trying their hardest to act normal. Melissa sat at the head of the table, completely oblivious to the paint still streaked across her face. You were honestly amazed at how long youâd managed to keep this going.
As everyone dug into the meal, the conversation was light and casual. But beneath the surface, the tension of suppressed laughter was palpable. Everyone kept sneaking glances at Melissa, their shoulders shaking from the effort of not losing it entirely. She seemed to sense that something was off, her sharp eyes darting around the room, trying to figure out what was so funny.
You could see the gears in her head turning. She nudged you, and you gave her an innocent smile.
âYouâre too quiet,â she whispered. âWhatâre you hiding from me?â
âNothing. Just enjoying the night, honey.â
You shot a wink at Nicholas, who was happily sitting at Melissaâs side, munching on his mac and cheese like he hadnât turned the dinner into a comedic spectacle.
Finally, in the middle of a conversation about some ridiculous thing Ava had said at development day, Nicholas climbed out of his high chair and wandered over to his mother. He tugged on her sleeve, a big innocent grin on his face.
âMommy,â Nicholas said in a loud whisper. âYouâre blue!â
Melissa blinked down at her, her expression deadpan. âHuh?! Whatâre you talkinâ about, kiddo?â
âYouâre blue!â the boy spoke again, giggling and pointing at her face.
For a split second, she just stared at her son, completely confused. Then, she looked up at the table, and thatâs when the dam finally broke.
It started with Jacob, who snorted so loudly that his drink nearly came out of his nose. Janine was next, practically falling out of her chair with laughter. Barbara tried to maintain her composure but failed, her laugh spilling out as she covered her mouth. Gregory chuckled quietly, while Ava leaned back in her chair, smirking like she had been waiting for this moment all night.
âWhat the hell is goinâ on here?â Melissa asked, her voice dripping with irritation. Her eyes flicked from one person to the next, her brow furrowed in confusion.
You couldnât hold it in any longer. âLissa⌠baby⌠Nick⌠he painted your face while you were asleep.â
There was a moment of silence as your wife processed your words. Then, her eyes widened. âWhat?!â
She shot up from the table, nearly knocking her chair over in her haste to get to the nearest reflective surface. She stormed down the hall and into the bathroom, where you had finally replaced the mirror. A second later, a loud, horrified yell echoed through the house and the whole neighborhood.
âOh, youâve gotta be fuckinâ kiddinâ me!â The redhead shouted. âI look like a damn Smurf!â
Everyone at the dinner table dissolved into uncontrollable laughter, even Mr. Johnson letting out a rare chuckle. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle your giggles as Melissa stormed back into the dining room, her face freshly scrubbed but still faintly tinted blue in some spots.
She pointed at you, clearly annoyed. âYou think this is funny, huh?â
You bit your lip, nodding as you approached her. âA little,â you admitted. âBut you still look cute.â
She shot you a deadly glance, the look on her face practically screaming. Why didnât you stop him? You just shrugged.
Melissa sat down at the wooden chair with a huff, her cheeks still faintly tinted blue despite her efforts to scrub it all off. She reached for her glass of wine, taking a long sip while glaring at everyone, especially Ava, who seemed the most entertained.
âI swear to God,â she muttered, shaking her head as she looked down. âOne more damn laugh outta any of you, and Iâllââ
Before she could finish, another round of giggles erupted, this time from Janine, who was struggling to contain herself. Jacob, too, was snickering, his face turning red as he tried to take a sip of water. Barbara, who was usually the calm and composed one, couldnât hide the grin spreading across her face.
âAlright, thatâs it!â Melissa slammed her hand down on the table, making everyone jump. She turned to Nicholas, who was sitting beside her, completely oblivious to the chaos he had caused. Leaning over, the older woman gently placed her hands over his ears, covering them with care. âOkay, bambino, cover your ears for a second, okay? Mommyâs gotta say somethinâ to the idiots at the table.â
The toddler giggled, thinking it was a game, and nodded enthusiastically. âOkay, Mommy!â he chirped, his small hands coming up to cover his own ears under Melissaâs.
With Nickâs ears safely blocked, Melissa turned back to the group, her green eyes narrowing as she leaned in, her voice low and dripping with mock-threat. âYou guys wanna keep laughinâ? Keep it up. See what happens. I swear Iâll make your lives a living hell. Janine, Iâll volunteer you for every damn committee at Abbott. PTA? All you. Science fair? Hope you like buildinâ volcanoes.â
Janine immediately stopped laughing, her eyes wide as she waved her hands in defense. âWaitâMelissa, no! Iââ
âToo late, Teagues,â she growled, pointing a finger at her. âYou started this.â
âAnd you, Hill,â Melissa turned her gaze to the next target, her voice even more menacing, âIâll throw every tech problem your way. Oh, the projectorâs broken again? Guess whoâs fixinâ it. All of âem. Every. Single. One. Even if they ainât broken, Iâll say they are.â
Jacobâs laughter died in his throat, replaced with a nervous chuckle. âOkay, okay, message received,â the social studies teacher said, raising his hands in surrender. âNo more laughing. Promise.â
âAnd Gregory,â Melissa said, her eyes locking onto him next. âYou wanna keep smilinâ over there, huh? Iâll personally make sure youâre stuck with Ava in her damn bunker away from Janine.â
Gregoryâs smirk quickly faded as Ava cackled across the table, leaning back in her chair like she had won some kind of victory. âThatâs right,â she said smugly. âAinât nobody wants to stay with me in my bunker. Not even you, Gregory.â
The manâs face twisted into a grimace. âI-I wasnât laughing that hard, Melissa. Really. Just⌠a little smile.â
âIf you say so.â She narrowed her eyes, not convinced.
Finally, she turned to Ava, her annoyance reaching its peak. âAnd you, Ava,â she growled, her voice low and dangerous. âYouâre already walkinâ on thin ice, so I donât even gotta threaten you. You just waitânext time you leave the school for more than ten minutes, Iâm tellinâ everyone about that talk you had with the man who came to inspect our school. You know the one Iâm talkinâ about.â
Avaâs cocky grin faltered, her eyes widening in panic as she leaned forward. âYou wouldnât dare!â
âTry me,â your wife said with a devilish grin.
At that, everyone went silent. The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery and the faint hum of the refrigerator as Melissa sat back in her chair, looking satisfied with herself. You couldnât help but smile as you watched her regain control of the situation. Even with a face still tinged blue, Melissa Ann Caterina Schementi was a force to be reckoned with.
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Spare Parts
So I had my first ask the other day from @cookieshakr (and idk how the ask got deleted im sorry). But since I wrote so much of the ask, it would be a shame not to post it. So dearest ask, thank you for being my first ask and I hope this did your ask justice!
"So idk if you've seen the Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, but i crack up at the scene of Rocket getting Buckyâs arm as a gift. Can you do like a Bucky x reader of maybe their POV of how his arm got taken and box up all pretty; like they're relaxing at home and reader hears a knock at the door just to see Nebula there and just some kinda fluff and chaos."
Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, just wholesome wholesome times, Christmas gifts, and a lil hint of angst from Bucky (bc well it's him), established relationship, petnames (baby, doll, sweetheart)
Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, copied or put through an AI machine.
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader (for the one use of "doll" and one of "ma'am")
Summary: When an unexpected guest arrives at you and Bucky's apartment, it sparks a Christmas gift no one was expecting.
Word count: ??? On mobile sorryyyy
Masterlist | Flufftcember 2024 | The Bucky Barnes Collection
When you heard the knock at your door late one December evening, you didnât expect to see Nebula stood awkwardly in your hallway looking at her feet.
âUh hey, Nebula.â You stand aside to let her in. âWhatâs up? You okay?â
Nebula doesn't move from the hallway. âI need Buckyâs arm.â
âYou what?â Your baffled expression meets her sheepish one, like she doesn't quite want to take your boyfriend's arm.
"Sweetheart?" Bucky calls from the couch, the annoyance at your disappearance from his side coming through only slightly. "Who is it?"
"Nebula." You call back and then add, just as awkwardly as Nebula had, "She needs your arm?"
âYou canât have my arm.â Bucky pipes up from the couch, looking over at her with a frown. Heâd already paused the movie youâd both been watching before Nebulaâs interruption but his growing irritation at being disturbed was already beginning to show.
"I have Rocket as my secret santa." Nebula pleads. "Your arm is the perfect gift!"
âYou should come in.â You sigh.
âDoll, you canât be serious.â Bucky huffs. âItâs my arm.â
âRocket would take good care of it.â Nebula counters, crossing the threshold.
You hold up your hands silencing them both.
âI have a better idea.â You pad to the spare room and after a few minutes of rustling and cursing, you re-appear with a box in hand, both Nebula and Bucky staring at you.
âShuri gave it to me. Itâs a spare.â You shrug, opening the lid to reveal a beautifully preserved metal left arm. The arm in the box sparkles with that new arm shine that was absent from Buckyâs current arm.
âA spare?â Bucky asks horrified. âWhat did she think Iâd do? Put this one down and lose it?â
"Kinda." You offer Bucky a sympathetic look when he frowns at you. "Plus I'm sick of it taking up space in the closet. Not to mention the awkwardness of explaining it to my mom when she visited."
Nebulaâs black eyes are like saucers as she stares down at the arm. Bucky and you share a look; an unspoken agreement to help out your friend, and to put a smile on the chaotic raccoon's face at Christmas.
âWhat do you think?â
âYou... Youâd give this to me? For Rocket?â She looks over at Bucky with a heart-meltingly sweet look and he sighs in defeat.
âYeah. I donât need it.â He waves his left arm at her. âBesides, this is a win-win. Let him think you beat me for it too.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it makes it look like you beat up and assassin just to get him the perfect gift.â Bucky chuckles.
"Thank you." Nebula says sincerely with a big, bright smile.
You're clutching the top of the dining chair with a white knuckle grip, trying to keep yourself from melting into a puddle at the scene before you. Nebula takes the box from you, angling it awkwardly in her arms.
"You're not taking it like that are you?" You gape at her and Nebuka blinks, looking between you and Bucky in confusion.
"Why? What's wrong with it?"
"You need to wrap it." You grin excitedly at her. "Stay right there. I have some paper and ribbon. Bucky get the scissors and tape."
"Yes ma'am." Bucky salutes you mockingly and heads to the miscellaneous kitchen drawer filled to the brim with odds and ends and random batteries.
Handing you the tape and scissors upon your return, he watches with mild amusement as you demonstrate to Nebula how to wrap the box; letting her choose the paper and the bow (which happened to be the biggest you had).
Once Rocket's arm was perfectly wrapped, Nebula gave you an awkward hug and thanked you before turning to Bucky.
The assassins gave eachother a wordless nod of respect, and Nebula and extra quiet thank you before heading back to the ship.
âThat was... nice.â You say, folding your arms after the door closes. âI feel like Rocket will appreciate having his own arm.â
Buckyâs arms slide around your waist. âDo you know how weird it is gifting your own arm?â
âIt was a spare.â You say playfully, leaning you head onto his shoulder.
âYour own spare arm?â Bucky corrects with a chuckle. âI donât know. It was sweet. Reminded me of Becca, actually.â
You sag a little in Buckyâs grip and pat his flesh hand gently at his confession, giving him a peck to the cheek. âOh, sweetheart...â
âNo, no. In a good way, not a sad way. Promise.â
You hum softly not quite believing him but dropping the subject in favour of more kisses.
âWell, in the spirit of Christmas, I say we go and finish our movie.â
"Finally." He huffs, picking you up and walking back to the sofa with you in his arms.
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flora and fauna
1.4k / pairing: javier peĂąa x f!reader
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summary:Â "Nature never did betray the heart that loved her." â William Wordsworth warnings/information:Â MA 18+ (minors DNI), smut, oral (f!receiving), nature exhibitionism??? use of petnames (angel, baby, sweetheart, etc.), swearing, reader is able-bodied and wears athletic clothing A/N: this if for the summer lovin' 2024 writing challenge hosted by @pedgito @chaotic-mystery and @amanitacowboy! thank you for having such a fun challenge to start off the summer right! and thank you for letting me join and post a lil late <3 banners made by @saradika-graphics!
Itâs Javiâs fault, really. He was the one who decided to disregard the hiking trails and reroute your course.Â
Heâd never admit that he was wandering.
âYouâre lost, arenât you?âÂ
He huffs loudly and plants his hands on his hips, brand new hiking boots coming to a halt on the desire path he was determined to follow.Â
âLost is a bit of an exaggeration. Weâre exploring.âÂ
âWeâre lost.âÂ
You yank the folded-up map of the state park out of his hands. The sight of random splatters of green and blue alone is enough to make Javier groan.Â
âPoint to where we are. Please. Just for my sanity.âÂ
Javier slowly pushes the aviators heâs wearing to the tip of his nose, looking between you and the map. Both sets of eyes scan across the map before Javi yanks it loose from your fingers. He does the worst thing imaginable and rotates the map a few times, not even sure which easy is up.Â
âCome on, weâll come across somethinâ we recognize.â He folds up the map and stuffs it in his pocket, taking your hand and exploring further through the landscape of trees.Â
You follow the sounds of a beautiful stream, where the wildlife drink and the plants are vibrantly green. Javi kneels and splashes some water on his forehead and the back of his neck. Skimming your fingers along the top, you watch as the pretty ripples dance.Â
Soon, getting lost was no longer frightening; it had become a blessing in disguise. Both you and Javi worked demanding careers, and stress relief for the two of you had become reduced to drinks at the local cantina or nights in watching the television.Â
But thisâa day out in nature, with the sun soaking into your skin and reviving something within both of youâwas perhaps just what you needed.
By the late afternoon, Javi has you secluded in a wildflower field. You lay on your back, sat up on your elbows as you tip your head back and take in the sweet summer sun. Surrounded by butterfly weed and yellow coneflowers, it seems almost mystical as happy pollinators buzz around you and enjoy the sweet nectar the field offers.Â
Javiâs lingering eyes have landed on his own source of nectar.Â
âIf weâre lost,â he starts, eyes lusting over as he takes in the sight of your skin below your hiking shorts and smirks, âthen we can do whatever we want.âÂ
No- was he seriously suggesting this?
âRight now?â You whisper.Â
You canât deny the thought doesnât make your stomach flutter with excitement. Doing it out here surrounded by the flora and fauna.Â
Javi sits up beside you, his hand already skirting up the top of your warm thigh. Air is taken from your lungs, and you find yourself holding it, in awe of what he might do when no one is around.Â
âThis okay?â His gravely voice whispers. You purse your lips and look around, but there seems to be nothing more than literal birds and bees spying on you.Â
With your shy nod of approval, Javi slowly peels down your brightly colored shorts and panties, allowing you to kick them off once around your ankles.Â
Javi takes in your sweet skin and mutters something approvingly, your pretty pussy on display just for him - even out in the open like this.Â
His fingers tentatively squish into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, pushing them apart wider to allow him more access. He sinks to lay on his stomach, fingers brushing along a path that trails with goosebumps.
A weak sigh leaves your parted lips as Javi spreads your folds with his index and middle finger, in awe of the arousal thatâs already starting to flood your core.Â
âI think you like doinâ it out in the open, princess,â his eyes meet your more desperate ones, teeth nibbling on your lower lip with anticipation.Â
âWhat do good girls say?â
You extend your hand and run your fingers through his dark hair, allowing a shaky breath to leave you as sweat grows tacky on the back of your neck and the hinge of your legs.Â
âPlease, Javi, I want you.â
With a degrading smirk, he tuts almost disapprovingly. âSo naughty. Want me anywhere I can have ya, huh?â
You nod feverishly, and thatâs enough to get him to continue.Â
He presses a pretty kiss against your pearl, feeling her twitch under even the lightest of his touches. Javi leans in once more and presses a longer, sloppier one on your pussy, sucking ever so lightly that has heat simmering across your skin. A long whine leaves the depth of your throat, your fingers weaving through Javiâs locks as you keep him close.Â
He darkly chuckles and knows that your sense of patience is waning thin.Â
âYou want me to eat this pussy, angel?â
âFuck,â you huff, âplease, Javi, Iâve been good.âÂ
âYou have, baby, you have.â He mutters and moves in closer.Â
Javi doesnât so much as eat you out as he does makeout with your cunt, holding your hand by his head and feeling the squeezes of what makes you feel good.Â
He slowly lets go of your hand and nudges the tip of his finger against your entrance. Youâre begging at this point for the heavenly stretch, nodding your head almost anxiously.Â
He doesnât start with just one; he knows you can take two. Your back arches with a gasp that enters the open field, and you instinctively put your hand over your mouth.Â
âCome on, baby, I wanna hear you be loud for me. No oneâs gonna hear you but me.â
Itâs difficult to pull your hand away, but once you do, Javi continues to push two of his thick fingers inside your entrance.
The burn is insatiable, causing your stomach to clench with excitement.Â
âPlease,â you moan out into the grass, clutching the soil and flowers between your fist with need.Â
He starts a steady pace, but soon, itâs picking up enough to make you moan his name repeatedly.Â
You were free out here, with every other creature that was free and happily existing. This feels like a dream, one where your lover would take you in such a beautiful place.Â
Javi is quick to bring you down to Earth, his fingers curling inside you and leaving you breathless as heat spills down your spine. He suckles your clit before returning to fluid circles that massage your throbbing clit, losing your breath with how good heâs eating you out.Â
âMâclose,â you whisper, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down your temple. When your open your eyes, you see the most ravenous thing youâve ever seen; Javiâs pink tongue extended and flicking against your clit, his dark eyes lusted over, and his fingers making your pussy squirt amongst the wildflowers.Â
âFuck!â You whine, your legs shaking as your orgasm crashes against you, the knots in your stomach finally plucking loose. Your lungs fill with air as you cry out his name, Javi not stopping as he eagerly laps up your release.Â
He grunts against your core, moaning lowly and watching in awe as his eyes roll into the back of his head.Â
Your bleary eyes see Javi rut his hips against the ground, his fist at your hip clutching nothing but the roots of grass that he had ripped from the ground.Â
âFuck,â he breathes, pulling off your core and seeing his face smothered in your arousal, âTaste so fucking sweet on my tongue, baby.âÂ
The world soon begins to form around you, but not until Javi puts your panties and athletic shorts back into place, a shy grin on your face as you glance around out of habit, seeing only nature watching.Â
Javi licks his lips and uses his forearm to wipe away any other lacquer, smirking as his eyes roam over your body.Â
âWe should really start finding our way back.â You trail off, attempting to find your balance as you wipe away the dirt on the back of your legs and hands.Â
Javi playfully laughs and shakes his head, following you to stand. âWeâre not lost. Weâre like a mile from the car. Iâve been wantinâ to take you here for a while.â
You stop in your tracks, dumbfounded, glancing around a bit confused.Â
âWeâre not lost?â You try not to be shrill, but youâre quick to smack his pec with the back of your hand.Â
âYou think I would get us lost? Please.â He says jokingly, taking your hand and escorting you out of your perfect fantasy.Â
Through the trail of trees and following the stream upwards as the sun melts against the horizon, itâs enough to make you wish you sort of did grow lost. Because maybe you both could stay like that forever.Â
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Really Drives Me Mad | Older!Eddie x Fem!Reader | 18+
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Word Count: 10k
A SPECIAL HAPPY BIRTHDAY POST. (Iâm 28 yâall)
Chapter contains: brief pregnant!reader, babies/kidsâŚthis is like a lil collection of blurbs. I have some head canons about each OC I can post if youâd like xoxo
I had ideas about their kids for ages, lol. This crazy lil family is chaotic
Still thank you to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you and @bebe07011 for without you two this fic wouldnât nearly be this good
Third trimester is a bitch. I barely have the bandwidth to write lately. I hope you enjoy
Two pink little lines stare back at you as Eddie turns the shower on, completely oblivious to the manic state youâre in. Â
He offers you to join him, a temptation you decline with an intense amount of reluctance. You just claim you need your own bed, which was true. Â
Eddie missed four weeks of work while you were on your luxe honeymoon, which means he now has several fires to put out. It keeps him busy for the week, making the doctorâs appointments and blood work you do that much easier when he passes right out on his couch at the end of his long days. Â
The following week, knowing you're pregnant but not being able to tell him is pure torture. It doesn't help that for some odd reason Eddie seems more lovey, more affectionate. Your first instinct is to chalk it up to your newlywed status, but his affection feels different, the way his arms wrap around you each morning to wake you up, his gentle voice low in your ear. It's driving you up a wall not being able to share your secret with him. Â
He seems to consistently have a hard time letting you go to leave for work (not that youâre complaining.) Though eventually you have to practically push him out the door.  Â
The ultrasound is nearly dull, the implantation in question is only a bundle of cells, but once you get a photo from the tech at the end of the appointment, itâs the very thing you needed to tell Eddie. Â
After another early night of falling asleep you empty the face of the fridge, yanking every magnet off as you place the sonogram on the silver surface with a pink heart magnet right at his eye level.
-Â Â
Eddie wakes in the middle of the night, a sudden urge to rise hitting him out of nowhere. His arm tightens around your waist, admiring your pretty face as he kisses your cheek. Your face falters only the littlest bit, twitching your muscles to shake off the tickle of his stubble.  Â
He finds himself starving, craving something only a feral racoon would also be satisfied with. He rubs his eyes as he walks down the steps. Sometimes he thinks heâs going to see you back in the kitchen chair in the dress and bathing suit, Dylan searching manically for a parking pass as if Eddie has imagined this whole dream scenario. Your love is just too good not to think heâd made it all up at times. He smiles to himself as he turns on the stove light, turning to the fridge for a snack.  Â
He feels frozen by the blank fridge at first, wondering where all the magnets got to. The black and white image staring him dead in the face suddenly registers, the heart shaped magnet falling to the floor as he rushes to pick it up to make sure his tired eyes arenât fucking with him. They bulge out of his head when the significance of the photo occurs to him, and the hunger that woke him up seems to vanish.
His long legs take the stairs two and three at a time as he rushes back to you, hurling himself beneath the covers.  Â
The cold of his arms startles you, a gasp leaving your lips from the shock as you abruptly awoke. âHmm?â Â
âAre you fucking pregnant, sweetheart?â His eyes are unbearably soft, melted pools of milk chocolate staring intently at you.
A burst of sleepy giggles leaves your mouth, turning your body so you don't have to crane your neck. âYou got up early.â You comment, weaving your fingers into his curls.  Â
âSkip the pleasantries, love.â He dismisses, scooping his arms beneath your back. âAre you fucking pregnant?â  Â
You pull him in for a kiss, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him down against you. âWhatâs the sonogram tell you?â   Â
He chuckles against your lips, his thumbs swaying against your smiling cheeks. âYouâre a little shit, you know that?â You nod, absentmindedly playing with his curls. âFuck, Iâm so excited right now, baby.â  Â
âReally?â You ask him, grinning.  Â
âI just found out my wife is having my baby. Are you fucking kidding me?â he asks, rutting his hips against yours desperately. âIâm rock hard, sweets.â  Â
Lucky for you and him, you opted for a pair of tiny panties and a t-shirt to bed, feeling his hardened cock against the thin lace fabric of your panties. Your fingers fumble to his boxers, hurriedly pushing them down his hips. âThen fuck me.â  Â
Eddie gently pulls the fabric aside, exposing it as his head perfectly brushes against your entrance. âGod, my girl is soaked for me, ainât she?â  Â
Your thighs tighten around his hips, jaw dropping as he teases you. âWant you, please, Ed.â Your eyes squeeze shut, relishing in the feeling of him pressed against youÂ
He pushes in, arms wrapping themselves around your torso. âOh my god youâre having my fucking baby,â Eddie mumbles, face curling into your neck. âGonna see your stomach all big when youâre carrying my baby, sweets, and youâll be even hotter than you are now. Which I thought was impossible.â  Â
No words come to mind, mouth open and gasping at the way he moves in you. The cotton of your shirt is too hot, your hands shakily grabbing at the fabric to take it off. Eddie admires the sight he sees as your piqued nipples fall out of his faded black t-shirt, his eyes glazed over as he stares down at them. A moth drawn to the light, he dives into one, curling his tongue around the nipple with the perfect mix of teeth, pulling little mewls from you. Â
âFuck, weâre gonna be the happiest little family,â he chokes, kissing from your breast up to your neck, his voice filled with emotion. Â
âLove you,â you sigh, gasping into his open mouth as his hips hit you harder. Â
Eddie smiles, a wicked little grin as his hand curves over the swell of your tummy, thumb petting it gently. Â
âHold on to me, sweetheart. Hold on to your baby daddy,â you grin the line, wonderfully cheesy, but Eddie feels the way you tighten around him. Your arms curl around his back, pulling his body against yours. Â
âEddie, make me cum, please.âÂ
âHold on, baby, Iâm almost there, hold on,â he stutters, his deep voice starting to falter. His lips bend down to your ear, gasping desperately, bordering on whining. âFuckâ cum with me.â Â
His lips wrap around yours, delicately connecting his tongue with yours as his hips stutter a final time, the little moans vibrating against your lips as he fills you up. As you collapse on the bed, sweaty bodies intertwined, he spends the twenty minutes until he falls asleep cooing, whispering in your ear how excited he is. Â
You wake up the same way, with rounds two and three before he begrudgingly trudges off to work.Â
-Â
The sun accounts as a natural alarm clock as Dylan stretches his limbs wide, turning to face his girlfriend. His arm falls over Mayaâs form, pulling her in as he starts to wake up. âMorning, Dylan,â she whispers, her pink lips spreading into a smile. Â
He pulls her back against his stomach, hiking his legs under hers. âMorninâ.â Â
She hums as he kisses the back of her neck, giggling as he takes a deep inhale of her shampoo. âYou work today?â Â
âNo,â Dylan answers, caressing the strip of her exposed skin with his thumb. âI am seeing my dad today.â Â
She smirks, turning to face him. âAnd your stepmom?â Dylan grits his teeth, tickling her stomach until she begs him to stop, hunching over the arm around her. âOkay, Iâm sorry!â   Â
âMmhm. Iâm telling them, did you want to join me?â Â
Maya squishes her face, seemingly debating on pros and cons. âIâm gonna pass on that, respectfully.â She can feel the questioning look Dylan gives her. âI have a long shift today, and I am exhausted.â Â
âNext time, Iâm dragging you with me,â Dylan insists, squeezing with his arms wrapped around her. Â
âIâm counting on it.â Â
As soon as Dylan opens the door, he listens in, waiting for a sound that never comes. Good, he waited long enough to come. He wanders into the kitchen, meeting his dad drinking orange juice straight from the carton. âDad?â Â
His dad freezes, removing the spout from his mouth, and wipes his face hurriedly. âHey bud.â Â
Dylan raises his eyebrow at him, pointedly glancing to the carton and back to him. Â
âDonât tell my wife.â Â
Dylan smirks, rolling his eyes. âSpeaking of the devil, where is she?â Â
âUpstairs.â Â
As if your ears are burning, the two menâs ears pick up the particular sound of someone coming down the stairs. Eddie prays you come downstairs with some clothes on. Your face lights up when you see Dylan, welcoming him into your arms without a second thought. âDylan!â The familiarity you two share is still new, but wrapping him in a hug is like second nature at this point. âWhat brings you into this part of the world?â Â
You leave the embrace, backing straight into Eddieâs arm. âActually, I have some news I wanna share with you guys.â Â
Eddieâs hand tightens around your arm, heâs mentioned Dylan talking about proposing last month, and this news felt right around the corner. He feigns ignorance, innocently asking, âOh, what news would that be?â Â
Dylanâs cheeks bloom in red, glancing down to his feet sheepishly. You just hoped you wouldnât have to travel to a destination wedding while largely pregnant. âUh, weâor, Maya,â he clears his throat, a laugh stuttering through it, âMayaâs pregnant.â Â
The first thing you do is glance at your husband, both sporting wide eyes and slacked jaws. To say youâre surprised is a grand understatement. Â
âNot the news you were expecting?â Dylan asks, watching the two of you share a silent conversation. Â
In sync, the two of you switch back to him, twin smiles on your faces. Dylan had no idea what either of the faces in front of him could possibly mean, and thereâs a part of him that wonders if this is happy news for either of you. Â
âUm, no, actually,â Eddie barely holds back the sound of laughter in his voice. âThatâs, thatâs fantastic news, Dyl.â Truly, fantastic news. Eddie has been looking forward to being a biker grandfather since Dylan showed interest in being a father. Â
You smirk, leaning into his shoulder. âHow far along is she?â Â
âUh, 8 weeks, or so,â Dylan answers, squishing up his face comically. Â
âOh wow, so a week behind me, then,â you say nonchalantly, nodding at Eddie. Â
âWait, what?â Dylan asks, making sure he understood that correctly. Â
You giggle, nodding as you sit your head in Eddieâs neck. âYeah, Iâm pregnant too, ironically enough.â Â
Eddie leans into your ear, âSo youâre gonna be a mom and a grandma in the same yearâŚâ Â
Your eyes widen. âTo think, I was just getting used to the idea of being a mom.â You lean back, meeting your husbandâs pretty brown eyes. âAre we sure the kidâs gonna call me grandma?â Â
Dylan picks up the conversation right away. âI mean, unless weâre gonna be completely honest with them, it doesn't make sense otherwise. Youâre grandpaâs wife, therefore grandma.â Â
Am I mom, then, too? You think to yourself, knowing youâll point it out later. Your stomach rumbles, turning around to the counter to start making a breakfast of sorts. Your eyes hit the open orange juice jug and the lack of cup. âDid you drink straight out of the carton, again, mister?â Â
Eddie avoids your eyes, looking at his son. âHey, I didnât say anything,â he surrenders, having a seat at the island. Â
âHowâs Maya been handling the pregnancy so far?â you ask, grabbing a pan from under the cupboards. âBecause morning sickness is no joke.â You pause, leaning on the counter. âNot just in the morning, either.â Â
âI think itâs some nausea, a bit of acid reflux, but to my knowledge she hasnât been sick,â Dylan says, taking out his phone to text Maya about the news. Â
âBitch,â you mutter, the tone in your voice clear youâre joking. âWe canât all be so lucky. Eggs?â Â
Dylan nods, grinning at the text Maya shoots back. âSo dad, youâre gonna have a kid and a grandkid the same age as each other?â Â
Eddie shrugs, taking another large sip from the carton. âSince my girl showed up, my life hasnât been normal, and this just means it will never be normal again.â Â
âYouâre welcome,â Dylan laughs, rolling his eyes at the exasperated look you shoot at him. Â
-Â
Dylanâs phone buzzes, glancing at the unknown number as Maya fades in the middle of her sentence. âOne minute, babe, Iâm expecting a call from the interview I just did last week. Dylan Munson, speaking.â Â
âOh, Dyl-pickle, you sound so big!â Only one person has ever called Dylan that. He gulps, the sound of her voice bringing up old, sore emotions.
âBrooke. W-why are you calling me?â Â
âBrooke? Câmon, Iâm your mom, sweetheart,â she whines, her voice the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Â
âReally, are you?â Dylan asks, getting up from the bed and starting to pace the hallway, his anger already building. âOk, what college did I go to?â Silence. âWhat did I major in? What year did I graduate high school? When did I have my first kiss? Whoâs my current girlfriend? Whatâs my best friendâs name? What sort of vehicle do I drive?â Â
She doesnât answer a single question, instead giving stuttered empty answers. âI donât know how Iâm supposed to answer any of that⌠We havenât exactly been talking for the last fifteen years.â She says, somewhat accusatory.
Dylan sighs, rubbing his face frustratedly. âWhat, your phone didnât work all those years?â Â
âAs far as Iâm concerned, Iâm not the only one who had a phone,â she protests, sounding incredibly defensive.Â
âYeah, well, you also werenât a child for 8 of those years who begged his dad for his mom to come to one thing that was important to him,â Dylan retaliated, angry at her gaslighting. âMy dad had your number, always left voicemails inviting you to my soccer games, to award ceremonies, to my birthdays, and you never answered a single call, let alone showed up.â Â
âIâm sorry, Dylan, I am, but I was young then, you canât blame me for wanting a fresh start.âÂ
âActually, I can,â Dylan answers, now done with this conversation. âYou had eight years to be a mom before I finally gave up on you. You donât get to pick and choose when to be my mom, now.â   Â
âIâm sorry that hurt your feelings, Dyl. But I have two boys, and they really want to meet their older brother. Would you come down for lunch one day?â Â
He nods, knowing that this sudden need to be a mom again wasnât going to come for free. âNo. I have no interest in being your life. Not since the day I turned 18.â Â
âCâmon, DylââÂ
âNo, momâBrooke. No. Donât call me again, please. I need to go now.â Â
She starts another sentence, but Dylan hangs up on her before he hears it. When he walks into the bedroom he shares with his girlfriend, he crawls into the bed next to her, feeling like the ten year old whose life got torn apart. Â
It looks like Brooke still has that uncanny talent for making everything about her. Â
-Â
Eddie sits in his office, a small room decorated with frames filled with the faces of those he loves and papers strewn around the desk. Heâs going over the receipts and payments, and silently regrets not having hired an accountant by now, but heâs far too stubborn to admit it. Â
Thereâs a knock on the door and Eddie looks up in relief. Please, let there be a disgruntled customer to save him from the numbers. âCome on in!â Â
Connor, one of the new apprentices he hired only a few months ago comes in, looking timid. The first few months he has a new hire theyâre usually shy, and when their self confidence in their ability to do their job kicks in, Eddie truly starts to miss it. âUh, hey, boss, thereâs a client out there who wants to speak to you.â Â
Eddie chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he rests his feet on his desk. âDonât, donât call me boss. What do they want?âÂ
Connor screws up his face. âUh, I forgot to ask.â Â
âAlways ask, man. Tell them Iâll be right out.â Â
âAlright, Iâll tell her.â Eddie sighs in relief, women tend to be more understanding. Â
âHey, send in Joe, will ya?â Â
âOn it!â Â
Joe, a man whoâs worked for Eddie for 20 years, older by ten years, walks into the office just a moment later. âWhatâs up, Ed?â Â
âGive the lady a talk, will ya?â Eddie asks, scratching the itch on his right forearm. âAsk her what she wants.â Joe, tall, dark, and quiet, nods and shuts the door. Â
Heâs back in the office in seconds. The doorâs loose knob has barely clicked shut before itâs abruptly opened again. âThat fast?â Â
Joe shakes his head, his eyes wide with a grimace on his face. âUh, no, itâsâŚitâs Brooke.â Â
Eddie scrunches his face up. âBrooke, likeâŚBrooke?â Â
âYeah. You want me toââÂ
âNo itâs okay, I got it,â Eddie insists, a pit forming in the depths of his stomach. He rubs his face tiredly, fully unprepared to deal with this.Â
âDude, you sure?â He asks, having been with Eddie through the divorce. Â
âSeriously, I got it. Thanks, man.â Â
Eddie gets up from his desk, catching the eyes of his long-time employees on his way to the entrance of the garage. Heâs fine. Heâll be fine. Â
There she stands, looking around the garage holding her purse with two hands. Sheâs dressed like one of those Instagram moms, high waisted jeans with a loose blouse tucked in under a long coat. Her eyes land on him, her face lighting up as she exclaims, âWow, the garage looks great!âÂ
âThanks,â Eddie mumbles, sighing. âIs there a particular reason forâŚâ Â
Brooke smiles, and Eddie could almost see a genuine human behind the mask. âUm, do you mind if we go into your office?â Â
Eddie raises his brows, perplexed. âI really donât see the necessity for it.â Â
âItâs not really a conversation to have in front of the guys, Eds,â Brooke comments, shuffling her feet as she crosses her arms. Â
Eddie winces at the nickname she calls him. She really doesnât know him well enough to call him such anymore. The audacity of it astounds him. âIâm not Eds to youâŚand my office holds things that are precious to me, that I honestly want to keep out of this conversation.â Â
âLike I havenât already seen pictures of your little wife,â Brooke grimaces, her tone switching from sweet to condescending in a split second, her eyes rolling. âCongrats on that, or whatever.â Â
Eddie blinks, too exhausted to argue. âAlright, come on.â Â
It's not like Brooke hasnât been in his office before, Eddie thinks, they were happily married, after all. She looks around at the changes, her eyes seemingly fixated on where photos of Dylanâs previous achievements are proudly displayed. âWow, he looks just like you,â Brooke mutters, a look on her face that Eddie canât quite place. Â
Eddie assessed the bulletin, Dylanâs graduation, first school dance, the Munsons spending a weekend at the Harringtonâs, it certainly spelled out to her what she missed out on. Â
He clears his throat, quietly asking for her to continue. âRight, um, I was wondering if you could talk to our son.âÂ
âOur son?â Eddie asks, barely holding back his laughter. âLast time I checked you said he was my son.â Â
Brooke ignores it, faltering in her seat. âI tried calling him last week, but he shut me down.â Â
âWhat do you need me to talk to him about exactly?â Eddie leans against his desk, his hands gripping the edge.
Brooke blinks, tilting her head. âWhen did you cut your hair?â Â
âIrrelevant. What do you need me to talk to him about?â Eddie enunciates, already feeling the exhaustion of her mere soul sucking presence.
âMy sons are asking questions about him, and they would like to meet him.â She inhales, as if preparing herself for what she was about to say, âI would love to reconnect with both of you, honestly.âÂ
Like an anvil, Eddie feels his stomach pull him all the way down into the floor. The silence sheâs given him and Dylan for the last fifteen years has been stable, reliable even. The most reliable thing about her. This is turning off the road into a ditch with nothing to instigate it. âWhat did he say?â Â
âUh, he had no interest in it,â Brooke shrugs, leaning back in her seat. Â
Eddie nods, having expected it. âBrooke, those pictures on the wall? My son spent so much time begging me to call and get you to at least one event, one time just to show that you still cared about him.â He pauses, watching her avoid his eyes. âI left dozens of voicemails in your inbox, and I know it was your inbox, because I remember the day it went from Munson to Prescott. I begged you to show up. Just once. The last time I did was for his graduation, but by then I had stopped telling him.â Â
âHe told our lawyers and the judge he wanted nothing to do with me. Forgive me if I thought he was telling the truth,â Brooke huffs, her voice sounding defensive. Â
âHe was a child, Brooke!â Eddie deadpans, narrowing his eyes. âA child hurt by his motherâs actions tearing apart his happy family. Staying with the stable parent was probably the more appealing option.â He scratches at the stubble on his face, glancing over to the sonogram sitting on his desk. Heâd hoped Brooke hadnât caught wind of that news, yet. âAt first, he was really hurt, but after a while, he just wanted his mom. Who never showed up.âÂ
âWell, I might be a little late, but doesnât it count for something that Iâm trying, now?â She asks, folding her arms across her chest.Â
âI think it counts more that heâs about to be a father and he has no interest in including you in his kidâs life.â Â
Her eyes bug right out of her head. âWait, what?â Â
âMmhm. Seems heâd rather give what was supposed to be your title to someone heâs known for less than a year.â Eddie flickers to the photo of you he has framed, a portrait of you surrounded by the sunset in your wedding dress. âYou had eight years, Brooke. Eight. You donât get to decide to be a parent when itâs convenient for you. I never had that luxury. I had to pick myself and my son up and find a way to get through it emotionally without falling apart at the seams.â Â
She seems to start talking, but Eddie is on a roll. âI finally feel like Iâm living my life, and not just surviving. If you reached out five years ago, I probably wouldâve said yes. I even had a low enough self-esteem to hope it would mean something moreâŚbut now I have this woman, this beautiful person who showed me how much she believes Iâm worth, showed me how much I am worth. Brooke, no offense, but when I look back on it, especially comparing the two, you treated me like shit.â Â
âUh, okay,â Brooke mutters, holding her hand out. âI did not treat you like shit.â Â
âYou never stuck up for me with your parents, forced me to do things I was uncomfortable with all the time, gave âourâ sonâs teachers hell all the time, and, oh yeah, left me for the person you told me not to worry about. So, no I will not be talking to my son. If he comes to the conclusion to reconnect with you, then fine. But I will not be participating.â Â
âWow, youâre being harsh.â Brooke complains, grimacing. âEddie, I was young. I made a few stupid decisions.â Â
âYou know, my wife is a bit young. Somehow, she already knows not to act like a stone cold cunt.â Brooke stutters through an empty response, completely rendered speechless. âI think weâre done here.â Â
âIâm not done!â Â
âWell, I suggest you be by the time my pregnant wife gets here, because sheâs not your biggest fan.â It gives him the utmost satisfaction to start looking through the papers. He glances back up to her expectant expression. âSafe travels back to Boston, hmm?â Â
Eddie swears the smile on your face in the photo of you grows, glad the backbone he needed seems to have finally grown. âYouâre not going to evenââ Â
âNo. Iâm not. Iâm done here, Brooke. Give Kevin my condolences, yeah?â Â
Brooke nods, reluctantly understanding she wasnât going to get what she wanted. Eddie had indeed grown the self-confidence she never saw when she was with him. âCondolences?âÂ
âYeah, for still being stuck with you. Close the door on your way out.â Â
Brookeâs nostrils flare, her jaw locking. She turns around without another word, the slam of the door echoing through the garage as she storms out, every click of her heel enunciated. Â
Moments later, Joe pops through the door. âEverything, ok, Ed?â Â
Eddie looks up, his dimples pronounced on his face. âOh just, peachy, Joe. Mind if I take off for the rest of the day?â Â
âI would be concerned if you didnât, man.â Â
-Â
The ringing of your phone stirs you from your slumber, having passed out on the couch mid snack. An app you downloaded on your phone for the pregnancy said the first trimester would have you feeling quite sleepy, and you didnât believe it until you find yourself constantly falling asleep during your off days, and exhausted at work when you really shouldnât be. Â
Your sisterâs name lights up the screen, and the quick assessment of the movie tells you youâve been asleep for at least forty-five minutes. âHey, Viti.â Â
âHey, sis,â she greets, an airy tone in her voice. âSounds like you just woke up.â Â
You havenât broken the news to your family, yet, waiting to present the information in the form of a present next time you and Eddie make your way over to your parentsâ house. âHad an afternoon siesta,â you sigh, watching the movie youâre tempted to restart. The twist of Carlisleâs death just isnât the same if you donât build up to it. âWhatâs up?âÂ
She sighs, a habit youâre all too familiar with. âSpit it out.â Â
âOkay,â she starts, gaining her courage. âMe and Arlo got together the night of your wedding.â Â
If you were attempting to get rid of any sense of sleep, it disappeared within a second. The information takes a second to register, eyes darting around the living room filled with wrappers you have yet to throw out. âHarrington?â Â
She laughs, probably expecting a much worse answer. âDo you know any other Arlos?â Â
âGuess not.â You pet the bangs in your eyes away from your face, trying to remind yourself of the look on your baby sisterâs face when she was slow dancing with him. âOk. How did it happen?âÂ
âYouâre okay with this?â She asks, your heart melting at how little her voice sounds. Â
âIt was never my choice, Vi,â you answer, using the remote to restart the movie. âIf you like him and trust him, then, yeah, Iâm okay with it. So how did it happen? Tell me all about it. But if youâve slept with him, then maybe not all about it,â You chuckle. Viti sighs exasperatedly and you can practically hear her eyes roll through the phone.
âUm, so we were kind of flirting a lot after the family dinner. I thought he was just being nice, but I was willing to be his friend. It got a bit more intense at the wedding, and he asked me to danceâŚâ Â
âI saw,â you admit, granted you only saw because Eddie pointed it out to you. âWhat happened after that?â Â
You can hear the smile on her face. âHe led me to a hallway, and then we went to the hotel room I was staying inâŚâ She trails off sheepishly. Oh, that's all you need to know. Â
âDamn, girl!â you laugh, opting to push away the mental image and simply be your sister's friend right now. Â
âWe went to dinner last week,â she says, a giggle laced through her sentence. âI really, really like him.â Â
It had to be Arlo Harrington. âThen Iâm really, really happy for you. Have you told everyone else yet?â Â
âYouâre the last to know, to be honest. I think Eddie even knows at this point.â You roll your eyes, because of course thatâs why he was so peculiar this morning. Â
âJust because I donât necessarily approve of the choice of boy doesnât mean I wonât be happy for you. Plus, I could get used to him, after all, Steve isnât so bad.â Thatâs a damn lie, Steve Harrington has become one of your favorite people. âTell me you got out of the hotel room before mom and dad discovered you.â Â
âWe heard them coming down the hallâŚâ she says, giggling. âWe were dressed as they were about to come in the door. Luckily, they were both pretty drunk, so they didnât really catch on to what was happening. Well, until the next morning at brunch, I guess.â Â
Note, send a text to your mom asking about what her perspective was, because thereâs a chance she knew more than she let on. You think to yourself.
âAnyway, four weeks in Cancun. Spare me the dirty details but tell me all about it,â she giggles, moving the phone away from her face, âshut up, stop, shut up!âÂ
âLet me guess. Arlo?â Â
A burst of giggles runs through her body and you can hear the smile on her face. âMaybe,â
âYou couldnât wait until you were alone?â Â
âSheâs not really alone all that much these days,â Arloâs voice rings out. You can picture the smug smirk on his face. Â
âArlo!â She chides him, and yeah, this might not be so bad, you decide. Â
âIâm gonna let you two go,â you offer, dismissing any protests she let out. âAlso, without the dirty details thereâs not much of the honeymoon to tell. Well, except one thing.â Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou'll have someone new to meet in seven months!â Â
âNo way!âÂ
-Â
If thereâs one thing you know, itâs Christina Perriâs A Thousand Years is the song for the last credit scene of the Twilight Series. As each character is shown with the corresponding credit, it gets closer and closer to the main cast. Â
It might just be the hormones, but this round of credits just seems to hit differently, tears spilling down your cheeks as it gets to the Cullen family. The front door to the house slams shut, announcing the arrival of your husband. Odd, heâs about three hours early. Â
The weight of the cushion next to you sinks down with a comforting arm wrapping around your shoulders. Your head falls easily into his embrace, curling into his lap as you sniffle. Itâs ridiculous, the irrational reaction that takes over you, but damn do the editors know how to elicit a reaction out of the audience. Â
His hand pets your shoulder, kissing your forehead. âYou crying at Twilight?â Â
You nod, furrowing your eyebrows. âLose the smug attitude, mister. This is your doing.â Â
He laughs under his breath, petting your hair. âHmm, thatâs not how I remember our honeymoon.â Â
You tilt your head back to look at his face, fretting at the curls that are starting to resemble closer to a mullet. âJust because I begged for your babies does not mean you had to listen to me.â Â
He rolls his eyes, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips that takes the breath out from your lungs. As he backs away, he hums with a peculiar look on his face. âWhatâs on your mind?â You ask, your brows knitting together.
Eddie sighs, petting the bare skin exposed on your hip. âMinor Brooke update, today.â Â
Your brows instinctively rise, feeling every little muscle in your face tense up. âOh?âÂ
âYup. Are you interested?â Â
You close your eyes, asking any entity out there listening for a lick of patience. âYou piqued my interest. Lay it on me.â Â
Eddie canât beat around the bush, or he would never say it. âShe came into my work today.â He pauses, allowing you to absorb the information before continuing. âRequesting that I convince Dylan toâŚlet her back into his life, so to say.â You squint, remembering the few times that Dylan had confessed about his mom to you, always finishing by claiming he wants nothing to do with her and never will. Â
âYeah, good luck with that,â you comment, watching his eyes flicker back and forth between yours. Â
âShe reached out to him last week and when he refused, I guess the next most logical step was to drive the six hours from Boston and corner me at work.â Your teeth grit, angry at the fucking gall that fills Brooke whatever-the-fuck her last name is. God forbid Steve or Eddie ever accidentally tell you what it is, because the day it comes her inbox will be flooded with just a little piece of your mind, and she'll be lucky if profanities are the worst things you say.
âWhat are you thinking?â He asks, having watched your face move through the storm of emotions. Â
âI was thinking that I fucking hate your ex-wife and if she has no haters then Iâm dead,â you answer, dead panning. Â
âI love you,â he sighs, tugging you in against his chest. âAre you hungry?â Â
You look at the wrappers decorating the mahogany coffee table, âSurprisingly yes.â Â
âLets get a real meal in you, shall we?â Â
-Â
Eddie is present at every doctor's appointment, every ultrasound, birthing class, and even at 20 weeks, when you were inexplicably spotting, stayed with you throughout the 7 hour wait at the ER. He certainly helped you hide from the embarrassment of the doctor explaining the bleeding seemed to be brought on by intercourse and to start being a bit more careful. Â
Only one time does a health care worker mistake Eddie for being your father, a mistake quickly fixed at the death glare he gives her. You donât know how, as you look nothing alike and he has been doting on you too affectionately to be a dad, but you canât help teasing him by calling him daddy as soon as she leaves the room.Â
Well, thatâs a lie. Â
There is one other time heâs mistaken for your father, running into the maternity ward and anxiously stating your name to the front desk of labor nurses. The head nurse, a woman bearing silver streaks in her hair, calmly tells him to relax and sit down, only the babyâs father is allowed in the room with patients. Â
âWell you better take me to my wife, then,â he deadpans, his eyes harsh enough to shoot daggers if it were physically possible.Â
She stutters through her response. âOh, you-youâre her husband? Iâm so sorry I assumedâmy mistake, sheâs in the third door on the left.â Â
He rushes to the door, ignoring her last pleas for forgiveness. He was far too busy focusing on how he knew he shouldnât have gone into work when he knew you were due to go into labor any day now. He knew he should've told them to ask Joe for the solution, as he was basically acting owner while he was away. Â
When he bursts through the door, youâre sat on the bed in the room with Bethany petting your face as you push through a particularly hard contraction. Â
He waits and watches anxiously for you to get through it before announcing his arrival. As soon as your eyes land on him he sees your face crumple in relief and your hands reach out for him. âBaby,â you whine, seeking the comfort of his shampoo and cologne. Â
âIâm so sorry,â he apologizes, planting a big kiss on the hand that was reached out. âThank you so much, Bethany, for taking her.â Â
She shrugs, dismissing his over exaggerated gratitude. âSheâs been a champ. Let me know if you two need anything.â Â
Eddie pets your hair, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. âHowâve you been, baby?â Â
âOnly been an hour, and I am so over labor,â you whine, smiling pathetically. âThanks for coming so fast.â Â
Eddie was surprised he didnât get pulled over, going 90 down the freeway. He turned a 20 minute drive into 8. âMade any progress?âÂ
âIâm only one centimeter dilated. We could be here for a while.âÂ
âIâm here every minute,â he says, grabbing a chair to sit by your bed. âI believe in you. Weâll listen to Taylor, listen to a smutty audio book, watch a true crime series, whatever you want, baby.â Â
-Â
True to his word, he allowed you to blast your Faves Spotify playlist, watched a few episodes of 48 Hours with you, and even sat with you as he let you play with the makeup you had packed in your hospital bag on his face. Â
You made him look like a Captain Jack Sparrow, giggling as he animatedly talks in a pirate voice. The best thing about Eddie being there is that he wards off your parents and others who wish to visit you in your labor and acts as your advocate when the nurse is too rough with you and requests a new nurse immediately. Well, and his presence alone puts you at ease, of course. Â
It feels like forever, but youâre eight centimeters dilated when a familiar face walks down the hall, passing his father as he carries the millionth cup of ice chips you requested. âBud! Did someone text you aboutââÂ
âShe told me when Bethany was driving her to the hospital, but thatâs actually not why weâre here,â Dylan sheepishly admits, his shoulders shrugging up to his ears as a pink blooms across his cheeks. Â
âWe?â Eddie catches on, blinking. âIs Maya also..?âÂ
âYeah, we got here about three hours ago,â he squinted one eye comically, crossing his arms. âSheâs about halfway there, now I think.â Â
âWow sheâs progressing a lot faster than we did,â Eddie comments, it taking you far more than three hours to get to five centimeters. Â
âIt would be ironic wouldnât it, if they had the same birthday?â Â
âIrony is one word for it,â Dylan chuckles. âMy girlfriend asked for ice chips about eight minutes ago, and she is not patient, so Iâm going to get back to it.âÂ
âLet us know any updates, wonât you?â Â
âI bet my kid will be born before yours,â Dylan answers, only somewhat joking.Â
âOh, youâre on, dude.â Â
-Â
As nurses and the doctor rushes around you, frantically assessing the baby while helping you with the afterbirth, birthing the placenta and ridding the bodily fluids that came out with the infant. Eddie cut the cord, watching carefully as the nurses quickly washed his newborn son off. Â
Heâs simultaneously whispering sweet nothings against your cheek, how proud he is of you, describing your sonâs dark hair, his little mouth opening as the nurse's hand gently washes it. âDid so good, baby, so good, Iâm so fucking proud of you.â Â
âIs he okay?â You whisper, eyes half open as you stare up at your husbandâs brown ones. âJ-Josh, is he okay?â Â
Eddie knows exactly what youâre asking, making sure his limbs are working, that he looks healthy, that the nurses donât look too concerned about their results. He canât help but answer, âHeâs perfect.â Â
Your favorite nurse, the one who got assigned after Eddie demanded it, brings him over swaddled in a hospital blanket and tucks him into your arms. The hormones and adrenaline overwhelm you as you stare at his face, selfishly grateful he looks just like his father, happily staring at the little button nose. Â
âI love you,â when you stare up at your husband, youâre expecting his eyes to also be planted on the newest member of the little family. Instead theyâre shiny and planted on you, his expression drenched in pure love. Â
âI love you,â you sigh, leaning in for a sweet kiss. âHeâs so perfect.â Â
âI fucking love you so much.âÂ
The love fest eventually dies down, all the medical aides surrounding you finishing up and leaving the room as they steal one last glance at the happy little family. Â
Youâre lost in your own little world when Dylan runs in, seeing the little addition sat on your chest. Eddie looks up to face Dylan dressed in a hospital gown and a hairnet. His face is lit up with the same joy as the room is filled with. âYou wanna meet your grandson?â Â
Eddie nods, quickly stopped by his wife still lying on the bed sitting in the afterglow. âGo,â you insist, petting at the soft hair on your son. âSay hi for me.â Â
He smiles, placing a gentle kiss on your knotted hair, followed by his newborn. âBe right back.â Â
On the way over to the emergency surgery room Dylan explains that the umbilical cord ended up twisted around his sonâs neck and they took Maya straight into an emergency C-Section. He sat with his girlfriend as they emptied the contents of her abdomen to allow the newest Munson to come into the world. Â
Eddie asked several times to make sure it was okay if her father in law, her boyfriendâs father, to go into a room where she is this vulnerable. Dylan insisted that she said it was fine and since Eddie was here for the birth of his son it would be cool for him to meet his grandson, too, within the same half hour. Â
Miraculously, after getting in his own scrubs, Eddie wanders in with Dylan as Maya is finished with her stitches. Sheâs still loopy from the general anesthesia, holding her newborn on her partially covered chest. Â
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â Eddie asked, knowing how against visitors you were. Â
âJust come say hi to your grandson, Eddie,â Maya chuckles, passing up the newborn. âMeet Jace Edward Munson.â Â
âEdward?â Eddie laughs, barely holding the mist that comes to his eyes. âWhat?â Â
Dylan scrunches his nose, tilting his head to face the newborn now in his fatherâs arms. âYou stepped up when she left. You were everything to me. You may have stolen a girlfriend, but that is small beans in the grand scheme of things, you know?â Â
âJace and Josh,â Eddie muses, laughter bubbling up his throat. âGod, they even sound like twins.â Â
-Â
Kayla smooths over the dress she wears, nervously looking around the classroom. Are there enough learning centers set up? Will the children like the home center she put together? Will there be any difficult teachers during her first year? Â
 For the first time, sheâs on her own, placed in the very class she had spent so long working toward, kindergarten. Â
Her little classmates with their parents, usually mothers, wander in with wide eyes, nervously holding onto their sleeves and looking around anxiously. She talks to each little one at a time, welcoming them and offering them many activities to distract them from wanting to stay with their parents. Â
One little boy doesnât need much, or any, peeling off his father as he runs in, his shaggy brown hair rustling in as he bolts straight to the building blocks. His dad walks in right after, carrying his bag dressed in a leather jacket and acid wash jeans. Â
âHi,â he sighs, sounding tired. âThatâs Dylan.â Â
âM or H?â Kayla asks. Â
âM.â Â
âDylan, can you grab your bag from your dad and put it in the cubby?â Dylan runs to grab his bag from his dad, shouting in slight frustration as heâs pulled in for a hug. âYours will have an M next to your name!â Â
He listens, but doesnât look back as he runs back to the blocks. Â
âIâm Eddie,â the father says, holding his hand out. âHis mom, Brooke, will pick him up after school, uh, sheâs a bit of a hardass, so just beware.â Â
Oh, goody. She gives him a strained smile, insisting sheâll be able to handle it. Â
Eddie and Dylan end up being one of his favorite pairings for the year. But when Brooke walked in, she knew it became a big deal for something as small as Dylan putting his book in the wrong pocket in his bag. Â
Kayla got along great with Eddie, as they turned out to be the same age. They saw one another around the school as Dylan got older, even became someone Dylan could rely on for a maternal figure when his parents ended up divorcing in fifth grade. Â
About twenty one years after initially teaching Dylan, sheâs a veteran teacher in her own right, having a monopoly over classroom #3 as she continues to be the answer for dozens of individuals when asked their favorite teacher.  Â
She sits in her lumbar chair that her coworkers raised the money for the previous Christmas as she finally is able to look over her newest class list. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until she came across 9th and 8th from the last name, two boys with J initials and the last name Munson. Sheâd been wondering if she would ever have the pleasure of teaching Dylanâs boys, or if he decided to skip town like most of his classmates. Â
Their birthday right next to their attendance names indicated they had the same birthdate, so she was safe to assume she would have another set of twins. If they were anything like Dylan, they would be a fun sort of challenge for her, that she was sure of. Â
On the first day the following fall, she keeps an eye out for her former student, keeping in mind it could very well be the mother that decides to drop them off. Â
As sheâs helping a particularly shy child settle into her classroom, she notices a parent helping their kid out of the wind breaker theyâre wearing. As soon as the little girl is settled she goes to them welcoming them. She immediately recognizes the parent. âDylan!â Â
âOh, Miss. Thompson! I didnât realize you were still teaching!â He sheepishly admits, looking at the plaque now containing her married name. Â
âI am just married, now,â she answers, answering him the same way she would a student out of habit. âNow, who do we have here?â Â
âIâm Jace,â the little boy answers shyly, brown hair of this father but stark green eyes. Â
âWell, Jace, would you mind finding your name at one of the cubbies for me? I think youâre put right next to someone named Josh,â she tells him, watching for any recognition of the other name she thought was his twin. Â
âOh, sweet!â Jace exclaims, running with his PokĂŠmon bag. Â
She gets up from her squatting position, her knees far too achy for doing it continually like she still is. âSo, thereâs another Munson on the class list, would you know anything about that?âÂ
Dylan chuckles, sighing. âWell, about thatââ Dylan is interrupted by a little boy with dark hair hugging him, exclaiming his name. âHey, Josh, we were just talking about you!â Â
Josh laughs, tugging on Dylanâs arm. âIs Jace here?âÂ
âYeah, heâs playing with the dinosaurs, if I know him.âÂ
âCool!â Josh runs straight off, meeting his supposed relative at the play carpet. Â
Kayla turns around in confusion, questioning what just happened. Â
As if answering her, in comes another familiar face, holding a bag that looks comically small compared to his tall stature. âAh, Kayla. I was wondering if you were still here.â Â
âEddie!â She greets him, giving a very frank hug. âI have to admit, I am very confused.âÂ
âThatâs okay, you wouldnât be the first,â Eddie comments, crossing his arms. âMe and my wife had Josh at the same time Dylan had Jace. Theyâre assholes, they like to gang up on adults, but donât let them intimidate you, they canât with their adults anymore, so they try it on teachers.âÂ
âTakes a lot more than that to intimidate me,â Kayla answers, looking back at the boys who gained ownership over the carpet with dinosaurs and cars. âI appreciate the warning, though.â She looks back to her old friend, seeing the smile lines on his face, still carrying his sonâs things. âIâm happy you found someone, though.â Â
âThanks. His mom will pick him up after school,â Eddie tells her, going to the cubby with his kidâs name on it. âSheâs not as bad as Brooke, so thereâs no worries, there.â Â
âAlright, canât wait to meet her.â Â
Eddie and Dylan share a look, one that Kayla misses as she starts to welcome in a few new classmates. Â
-Â
The bell rings for lunch for the rest of the elementary school and end of day for the kindergarteners. Mrs. Franklin, or Miss. Thompson, as Dylan knows her, helps all her students with their backpacks and jackets. Itâs one thing to manage five-year-olds, itâs another to get them to stop wrestling and help them simultaneously. Â
The Munson boys are certainly no help, Josh trying to stick his finger up Jaceâs nose, pinning him down on the dirty floor as Jace wiggles underneath him. Kayla wished Josh would stop telling Jace heâs his uncle and he has to listen to him, that way she wouldnât have to hold back her laughter so hard. Â
âOkay, Mr. and Mr. Munson, break it up, your parents will be here any minute now. Get up.â They both switch their glances up to her, eyebrows raised over wide eyes. âGet up.â Â
They roll their eyes, Josh reluctantly getting off Jace slowly and helping him up. Slowly but surely, parents start to pick their kids up, both Munsons waiting for their parents anxiously. You wonder in with your youngest, a little three year old by the name of Stevie. She holds onto your pointer and middle finger anxiously, eyes darting around at the unfamiliar noises and faces. Â
Your son is seemingly nowhere to be seen, usually seen with his counterpart but you canât see him around the crowd of parents kneeling with their kids and asking how their day was. The teacher, someone both Dylan and Eddie insisted is the best in the school, approaches you kindly to ask which kid is yours. Â
Before you can even answer Josh runs into you, happily glancing up at you as he wraps his arms around your legs. âHi, baby,â you greet him, kneeling down as you pet his sweet face. Â
You miss the peculiar look Mrs. Franklin, or Kayla as Eddie referred to her as, gives you. Surprised to say the least that the Mrs. Munson she has yet to meet is so young. Her brows furrow even further when Jace notices you, yelling, âGrandma!â as he also runs for a hug. Â
âWere you boys nice to Mrs. Franklin today?â Â
âOf course!â Josh smiles, and you squint through his bullshit. Â
âWell weâre gonna make sure to be nicer or weâre gonna have to lose our tablet privileges, wonât we?â Â
You get back up, smiling at their grumbly faces. They never listen to new adults, it was a field day at their first day of preschool. One glance to their teacherâs observant face told you all you needed to know. âEddie didnât warn you, he?â Â
âNo, but they did have a peculiar look on their faces when I mentioned meeting you. Shouldâve known better, with those two,â you tilt your head, curious at what she meant. âSeriously, your husband needs to tell you more. I taught Dylan when he was in kindergarten.â Â
âOh!â you exclaim, somewhat surprised. âThatâs really cool! Were you surprised to see Eddie wiââÂ
âWith another kid,â she interrupts, laughing, âyes, I was. Iâm happy to see that he found someone else, Brooke, was, well, she was not a nice person.â Â
Your eyebrows raise at the mention of your husbandâs ex-wife, this being the first person she meets outside Eddieâs inner circle to having even mentioned Brooke. âSo, Iâve heard.â Â
âHey mom,â you hear behind you, you shove the owner before you even see him, rolling your eyes. Â
Itâs very recently become a silly habit of Dylanâs to call you mom, due to your son asking why his brother calls his mom by her real name and not mom like he does. After the best attempt at explaining Dylan has a different mom who is no longer around, Josh is still confused and insists that you still act like his mom, so therefore, are Dylanâs mom.Â
It was awkward at first, but now itâs a little inside joke. If you were told when you first got together with Eddie that Dylan would be referring to you as a maternal figure, you probably wouldâve hit them on the head for fucking with you. Â
âHey, kiddo,â you tease back, mocking his twisted face expression. âThey were apparently giving her a hard time today.â Â
âOf course they were. You know we can ask one of you to switch classes, right?â Dylan asks, an aura of authority in his voice. Â
Their eyes go wide, even though it was a threat in their preschool room, they have yet to consider this. You didnât want to resort to threats but with their shenanigans, it's literally one of the only things that will work. Â
âCâmon, your dad is making your favorite for dinner,â your shoulder cascades around Joshâs shoulder, telling him to say bye to his nephew and that heâll see him tomorrow. Â
Two years later, Stevie shows up with her dark curls down to her shoulders after her father, giggling as she says hi to the teacher. Â
That was the last time Kayla taught one of Eddie Munsonâs kids. Or, so she assumed. Â
-Â
The double doors to the high school flew open, big black boots echoing as the large leather jacket trails behind a slim torso. He takes the immediate left into the office, his presence large, with grey streaks leaking into his roots and an angry look on his face. Â
The kind administration lady looks up to his expectant face, the curiosity quickly melting into confounded terror. âCan I help you?âÂ
âApparently Stevie Munson is in the office right now?â Better be a damn good reason for peeling me away from one of the only moments I have left alone with my wife, he thinks, eyes observing around the office. Â
âYes, she is, uh, are you herââÂ
âHer father, are you going to let me in the office or do I have to let myself in?âÂ
The surprise that fills her features would be charming if Eddie wasnât so fucking annoyed. Heâs used to the assumption by now, but for the moment he just doesnât have any patience in his body. Â
âYou can go right ahead, Mr. Munson,â she peeps out, gesturing to the door marked Principal. Eddieâs not sure why he even asked, or how he had the foresight to ask, first. Heâs surprised, honestly. Â
The door opens to face the school principal, his daughter and a boy sitting two seats away from her nursing his face with an ice pack. âMr. Munson, welcome in! Have a seat.â Â
âNo thanks,â Eddie answers, polite, but curt. He looks at his daughter, âWhat happened?â Â
She opens her mouth to answer but is interrupted by the bald principal, âI didnât ask you, I asked her. What happened?â He directs his attention back to his daughter.
She smiles at him, the same sweet smile his wife bares. âThis guy touched my ass under my skirt, so I punched him in the face.â Â
Eddieâs brows raised, teeth gritted as he sends a daggers at the boy he is now aware assaulted his daughter. âIâm sorry?â He asks, now directed to the principal. Â
âSo she says,â the principal says, eyes widening at how Eddie manages to look murderous. âGranted, even if Mr. Jackson did do that, itâs not a good enough reason to assault him. She will be suspended for two days.â Â
Eddie laughs, loudly, shaking his head at the gall, the fucking nerve. This principal is extremely lucky it was him who answered his phone and not you. âReally? My daughter got sexually assaulted and your reaction to her defending herself is suspending her? Are you fucking kidding me?â Â
âMr. Munson, if you could please calm down and have a seat,â he starts, gesturing to the chair, yet again. Â
âOh, I am calm. You donât want to see me angry,â Eddie answers, the Hulk flashing through his mind. âYou deciding to punish her tells me exactly why this little shit felt confident enough to lay his hands on her, to begin with. I just think about all the other girls heâs done this to, too afraid to speak up, I wonder how many times heâs done this with no consequence to feel confident enough to touch under a skirt. What the fuck is this place? No-tolerance bullying policy? Utter bullshit.â Â
âMr. Munson, calm down before I call securityââ Â
âDonât make me laugh. Seriously. Donât.â Eddie sighs, pinching his nose. âIf you do suspend her, I will press charges against him and I will sue this fucking school. If you punish him, like youâre supposed to, take him off his team for the season, put him in detention for a month, I donât care, something with fucking consequences, I wonât. You decide.âÂ
He looks down at the little shit, whimpering as he still nurses the barely there bruise. âYou better hope I donât hear you doing this shit to any other girl in this school, or you wonât get into any college in the country.â He pauses, opening the office door to an audience. Maybe he was louder than he thought he was. âCâmon Stevie, letâs go get some fucking ice cream.â Â
When you heard about how your husband stuck up for your daughter like that, you got on your knees for him in the bathroom. That mightâve cheered him up a bit. Â
-Â
The sounds are familiar yet foreign when you wake up to the blindingly white room, the chatter in the hallway and some heart monitor beeping. Two people immediately come into focus, Josh, sitting at the end of the bed on his phone, Stevie sitting concerned by your head. Â
You moan, sitting up in your bed annoyed at the stark contrast of the back of your eyelids. âWhat the hell?â Â
âMom!â Josh shouts, getting up and standing on the other side of his sister. Â
âMom,â Stevie runs out of the room, calling for a doctor. Â
You look to your son, brows furrowed. âWhat happened?â Â
âYou passed out at the grocery store. You fainted and you didnât wake up until just now.â Â
Your brows raise, because you havenât felt off even the slightest. The dizziness hit you out of nowhere, going from fine to woozy in two seconds and falling flat on your face. âHow long ago did that happen?âÂ
âLike twenty minutes? The ambulance got there pretty quickly,â he admits, turning his head to his sister and the nurse coming in the door.Â
âMrs. Munson! So glad to see you awake. Iâll let the doctor know and he should be able to give your results,â she says, sweet smile as she turns away. Â
Stevieâs bottom lip is stuck out, quivering as she grabs the hand containing an IV line. You thought that was a bit much. âStevie, Iâm okay.âÂ
âAre you sure, because I heard the nurses saying itâs not normal to stay out that long after fainting. What if youâre sick?â Â
âIâm okay,â you insist, watching both their worried faces. âFuck, you called your dad, didnât you?âÂ
âUh, yes! He wouldâve killed us if we didnât!â Josh laughs, leaning back in his chair. Â
As if summoned, your husband pokes his head in, his eyes wide as he walks in the room, hands out to you as his long legs take him to the head of the bed. âFucking Christ.âÂ
âHi, baby,â you greet him, leaning into the forehead kiss that he gives you. âIâm okay.âÂ
âFainting in the fucking grocery store, fucking hell. My god, baby.â He looks over to his kids, âWhat tests have they done, so far?âÂ
âJust a blood test, I think,â Stevie shrugs.Â
âThey might do an MRI but that could take weeks of waiting.â Josh offers no comfort to his dad despite his best efforts. Â
âIâm okay, really.â You insist to all their worried faces. âYou didnât call anyone else, did you?â Â
âUh, we called Dylan,â Josh says, wincing at your annoyed face. âAnd Jace.â Â
âFuck,â you mutter, intertwining your hand with Eddieâs rough one. Â
The doctor doesnât come as quickly as the nurse promised, but he comes within two hours. âOh, hello, you have quite the visitors, donât you?â Â
You shrug, rubbing his thumb as it anxiously rubs your hand. Â
âWe have the results, inconclusively.â The air is tense, every one of the family seemingly expecting terrible news. âCongrats! Youâre pregnant.â Â
You knew nothing was wrong, but this was not what you were expecting. Youâre forty-two, Eddie is nearly seventy. You werenât even sure he could still get you pregnant. You meet your husbandâs eyes, sharing a bewildered smile. Â
In the meantime, shouts of disgust from your teenage kids fill the room, standing up with tense shoulders. Â
âGross!âÂ
âEw! I didnât even know you guys still did it! Oh my god! Ew!!!!â Â
You bite your lip, shrugging. âAre you wanting to be a father to a newborn at almost 70?â Â
Eddie smirks, leaning in for a kiss that makes your kids jeer again. âBring it on, baby.â Â
Steve calls an hour later, concerned for the text his name sake sent him. When Eddie informs him, youâre pregnant, twenty years of karma hits tenfold. Â
When Steve and Jocelyn said they were pregnant with Eliza fifteen years after having Dustin, Eddie spent the pregnancy making fun of their oopsie baby. Asking if they knew what protection was, joking how they still had sex, telling them to keep it in their pants, the works. Â
Now, Steve was more than happy to return the favor. âA baby at 70, you old bastard? What was that you told me twenty years ago? God, Iâm surprised you two still do it, considering how low Eddieâs ball sack must be hanging.â Â
âYou wish you could see my ball sack, you asshole,â Eddie teases, laughing with you as you sigh. âYouâre just jealous I can still keep it up, you geriatric bastard.â Â
-Â
Five years later, when Eddie and Kayla are older, he wanders into classroom #3 for the last time, holding his third son who ends up being notoriously clingy towards his older father. Â
Itâs ironic to the both of them how Eddie has a son for both Kaylaâs first and last year of teaching, keeping tabs on one another for the duration of forty years. Â
Eddie doesnât say anything, letting Tommy down and dismissing her questioning look. Donât wanna talk about it.
By the time Tommy is 18, Eddie is too old to give a shit, wondering constantly what Wayneâs opinion will be when he ends up knocking on heavenâs door. Â
When you got into your sixties, Eddie was full of gratitude, thankful that you will no longer be confused for one of his kids despite his actual kids all calling you mom. He makes fun of your vision, stealing his reading glasses constantly despite his constant insisting that you get your own pair. Â
Despite the smile lines by his lips and his eyes, the sunspots decorating his skin, you still stare up at him like you did when he was forty-seven. Â
Your lives were forever intertwined from the moment you saw him, from the moment he saw you. He lies down in your bed next to you for the millionth time, his hand caressing your side, pressing kisses on whiskered lips, it doesnât occur to you to ever be anything less than woefully in love with him.  Â
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I would love to hear more of your ideas on the ABO!141 AU Glad you're feeling better, hope that your day is way better tomorrow <3
thank you love ⼠this was just a lil idea i had about kyle as the only beta in the pack bc i genuinely believe itâd be a little bit stressful and chaotic and heâd just need a break every so often
(also this is an old(ish) work that i've had in my drafts! i'm still kinda on a writing break until next monday, but enjoy <3)
kyleâs kind of the designated caretaker of the home and base. you can always find him straightening the pillows or folding up blankets, sometimes sweeping the dust bunnies from the floors or vacuuming the couch cushions. itâs a way for him to kind of reset himself and get time to himself. as the only beta in the group, itâs sometimes overwhelming to be caught in the middle all of the time, somewhat of a constant push and pull. so when any of you see kyle tidying up, you know to give him his space.
the only one who can really pull kyle out of his routine is john, who strides calmly up behind him as he folds up a blanket to drape along the back of the couch. heâs jostled from his dissociation by the feeling of two giant paws rubbing up his back slowly before resting on his shoulders, giving a soft squeeze that has kyle humming.
âthought you were doinâ paperwork,â kyle mumbles softly as he glanced over his shoulder at the alpha, eyes fluttering when he notices the soft look in them. âyâ need me for somethinâ, cap?â
and itâs johnâs turn to hum, bringing kyleâs attention back to the blanket with a gentle nudge of his nose against the back of his neck. âneed you to take a breakâyâknow how long youâve been cleaninâ?â
kyleâs silence is enough of an answer, and he finally accepts defeat when john takes the blanket from him and drapes it across the back of the couch half folded, letting the alpha spin him around to face him. kyle instinctively tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for john when the alpha shakes his head gently, tilting kyleâs head back down with a couple fingers on his chin.
âwhy donât you go to that one cafe yâlike down the street, yeah? take some time for yâself, sweetheart,â john coos softly and lets his hands come up to kyleâs jaw, holding his cheeks in the palms of his hands. before kyle even has the chance to ask the question, johnâs answering it. âdonât worry âbout the âmegasâsimon ând i got it under control.â
and kyle canât help but lurch forward to bury his face into johnâs neck, arms wrapping around his body and hugging him tight against his body. he lets out a muffled âthanks cap,â which earns him a gentle head rub and a kiss to the temple.
âbring me back some tea, âlright? ând grab those croissant things johnny likes. use my card too.â
ÂŠď¸ ink-n-shadow 2024
do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission
#idk where i went with this#i kinda didnât wanna publish this but itâs too late#enjoy this lil blurb until i can get back into writing#call of duty#cod x reader#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mactavish cod#john soap mctavish x reader#john soap mactavish#john mactavish x reader#john price#john price x reader#captain john price#john price x you#price cod#john price cod#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick x you#kyle garrick#kyle gaz x reader#kyle gaz x you#iNs taskforce 141 đź#gaz call of duty#soap call of duty#ghost call of duty#call of duty modern warfare
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Let it Happen (Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader)
Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader 18+
Summary: You go clubbing and you see him, lost in his dancing.
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There he was, no dramatic coat, no psychotic vibes, no crazy eyes glaring at any supe. The man stood proudly, swaying as naturally as he pulled any trigger against danger.Â
The way his hips moved to bear witness, to a chaotic swing and sexual drive pulling his body forward and backwards. Looking at Butcher this loose seemed a sin, one you know you were truly into whenever he looked at you behind his wayfarers.Â
Feeling the thrill you kept glancing at him, desire conveyed in your stare.Â
Butcher didnât acknowledge you or anybody: he just moved his head side to side gone to the beat of the tech music he embraced. You bit your upper lip, without knowing how to catch his attention. You held a breath and closed your eyes, playing the game and feeling your body boiling through tight lips. And then, when you opened your brown eyes he was right before you, his tall frame making you tremble. The dark glasses remained put and the smirk in his masculine face made you curl your lips, abashed.
The second you felt him lean and the smell of something raw and manly drove you insane, he whispered against your left ear, mouth brushing your dark brown curls.Â
âGood shit innit?â The raspy voice provoked an unnamed trail of need, wanton moans still trapped against your awkward giggle.Â
Wishful thinking.Â
âYeah, good shitâ you reply, hoping he meant the music and he barked a laugh, something barely audible above the loud, trance magic now enveloping you both.
âAinât you a sweetheartâ You canât contain the surprise and point at yourself, your sweaty hand mix of the hot atmosphere and the nervousness eating you up. He leaned again, this time intentionally brushing his thick lips against the lobe of your ear âYeah, a wanton wee thingâÂ
You couldnât help the way your body reacted, sweat mingling, ears burning by the sensual contact and you incline immediately against him, daring.Â
Of course, he had noticed your stare, whatever you thought was something casual becoming the reality he dropped at your feet. He didnât seem creeped about it but delighted. If anything, the doe eyes you pulled worked marvels and when the weight of his broad right hand rested in your waist you felt him inhale deeply âA tight small lilâ waist you got hereâ You nod timidly, the thrill nesting quickly under your stomach âWonder if itâs the only tight thing you got here for meâÂ
Taken aback you search his eyes, promising, and brave as never before, and you shake your head willingly.Â
The way he lifted the glasses and you finally got a full view of his black pits of desire you moan.
#the boys#billy butcher x reader#billy butcher#fic reader#first time trying this#i thought i'll never fall into this but fuck#butcher has me on a chokehold#fragile writes#fic plot
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Pavitr's brother, Chander! The twin he failed to mention (not out of malice, he just forgot)
I don't know why no one has ever thought to give this little guy the Carlos treatment. If you've been in the Encanto fandom and simped on Camilo, you know what I'm talking about.
Just picture the gang meeting Pavitr's family and Chander is just chilling on the couch playing Mario Kart or something and the gang is like...what?!
"Oh, yeah, that's my brother!"
"You never said you had a brother"
"Heh...Forgot?"
And Chander is like, "Wow, I feel SO loved by you" with an emo hair flip to add.
"Who's the oldest twin?"
Before Pavitr answers Chander chimes in with a icy glare, "Do NOT answer that!"
Clearly, we can see who's the oldest.
HC's below
Emo boy here hates the fact that he's the younger twin...and much shorter than his brother. From his perspective, it sucks. It's so weird, they were the same height one day and overnight Pavitr just shot right up!
Chander doesn't understand it, where's his growth spurt?! It doesn't help that Pavi likes to tease him about it.
Smart ass to the fullest degree and a cocky SNARKY bastard. His quips are just as fast as his brothers but probably a LOT meaner. He has no filter and doesn't try to have one either.
He tries to be seen as nonchalant but this lil guy is an eternal flame baby. For some reason he was born with anger so....yeah, anger issues. He stumped his toe this morning? It's everybody's problem now.
Please believe me when I say he's a sweetheart, he just has a very antagonistic face. He'll help his aunty, parents, or brother out no questions asked, feed the street cats (dogs too but he's more of a cat person), tutor some kids here and there, etc.
Don't touch his hair! The only person reserved to do that is his mom and even she has to chase him down to comb that bird's nest he calls hair.
Chand knows his brother is Spiderman and does "not" care all too much. Great, something else Pavitr can one up him in doing. LOVELY!
Has been in multiple school fights...gods this boy gives his parents grey hairs. Turns out he's more inclined to throw a fist at disrespect than his brother is. He comes home with more injuries than Pavi does on a bad day.
Cusses like a sailor when adults aren't around. Pavitr is used to it at this point, so he doesn't bat an eye. Usually.
Chander is cool with Pavitr's friends, Likes Hobies the most though. They match each other's chaotic energy so to speak.
Some of his hobbies include cooking, reading, coin collecting, and playing games, and making weapons (with a 3D printer and they are FAKE! Well...most of em). He wants to be a game developer when he's older because they games out now just aren't doing it for him. Well, besides Mario Kart, COD, Little nightmares, and FNAF. (And secretly animal crossing...shhh, don't tell anyone).
Very stand off-ish if that wasn't clear. He'll make it known if he doesn't feel like being bothered at that moment.
Parkour savy so most of the injuries he comes home with are just scuff marks.
Has his own pocketknife that he secretly made himself. It's engraved with his name on it but much to his dismay, he doesn't use it often.
Even with school fights or fights outside the school with people his age, he refrains using his knife 'cause he doesn't want his parents on his case about it.
Plus, his fists and his gold brace knuckles help him enough.
That's all I got, I want to do more with this knucklehead so pop some asks into my ask box that have something to do with him and I'll answer to the best of my ability.
#spiderman across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#pavitr prabhakar#Chander Prabhakar#yeah he's canon to me now#gwen stacy#miles morales#margo kess#hobie brown#atsv
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Personal indulgence questions: did Sun and Moon confess/get together before or after meeting 8ot? If before, how did they go from a couple to a throuple? I wanna lil treat of their relationship growing :3
Especially bc I know you said for the Stranded AU they don't have that dynamic at all, so my nosey butt wants the deets like a old lady gossiping about her grandkids finally getting married đ¤Ł
Yeah in sc, Sun and Moon started off as business partners, and lived in the same house, so they had more time to get use to each other. Over time they realized they actually had feels for each other, genuinely wanting to be close together long term. So those two were a thing before Bot joined in :ppp
(Also something kinda angsty, Moon is the one who got them into crime and took advantage of Sunâs skill, usually Moon doesnât mind using people to get his way, but seeing what he got Sun into is soul crushing for him, also he ends up finding out Sun is a huge sweetheart, Moon just wants to be next to him till the end u know)
Bot started off as just another co-worker, but the three started hanging out together outside work hours, even though Sun and Moon were together, bot never felt like a third wheel. Also Bot keeps bitching about his dead ex, which kinda lead to the whole idea of âwhy not ask bot out?â Also heâs kinda cute, so why not, it just meant bot couldnât go fooling around with other women behind their backs anymore hahhah
Also yes stranded machines, đ Mo is like a giant uncontrollable pitbull, and Triton is the one who holds the leash, and Ray is completely unhinged, theyâre also a chaotic trio, but unlike cyber crew, their teamworks skills are nonexistent, honestly if push comes to shove, they might even try killing each other
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Donna, Human, Yes
Fic Descript: During an argument, Donna discovers that the doctor has a rather human weakness. When he insists he's not ticklish, she has to prove him wrong.
~A/N Â - I RETURN FROM THE DEADDDDDDDDDD
Yes writers blocked kicked my ASS last year (aside from squealing santa, i feel like i did ok with that one hehe) but I'm back with this lil fic.
I watched the Doctor Who specials FINALLY and I cried so many times omfg it was so good to see David Tennant and Catherine Tate back together again being lil chaotic besties through all of time and space, so of course I had to write something for it !!!!
And you are bearing witness to the magic of my adhd meds in action !!! I've been so productive in the last hour it's great !!! (EDIT: didn't write this in an hour, just to be clear. took me a little while but ADHD MEDS WORKED FOR BOTH TIMES YAY)
Just something cute and fluffy af ^^ love you all <3
- Enoy! ~
Tag List: @carrie-tate
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The bond between Donna and The Doctor was certainly one for the ages.
Human words couldn't do justice to the type of bond they had, at least that's what The Doctor claimed in his newer, more openly emotional regeneration. Their love was too strong for just the term of friendship, too close for anything romantically implied, too adoring to be siblings. Even the term soulmates had a particularly selective connotation to it that left a bad taste in The Doctor's mouth.
Nevertheless, it was clear they could hardly live without the other. There was enough love between them to power galaxies, and knowing their history neither would be surprised if it had.
And it was this closeness, this fierce tenderness, that led to discussions such as this. Displays of deep affection half-heartedly disguised behind harsh tones and disgruntled gestures.
"You may be a high and mighty Time Lord, but you're still an idiot." Donna huffed, as the TARDIS finally settled after takeoff.
The Doctor scoffed. "I'll try not to take that to heart, and I thought that escape went quite well!"
"YOU THOUGHT-" Donna stopped herself, breathing deeply to try and contain her shit that was threatening to lose itself. "The only reason we even STARTED to escape was because I PUSHED YOU TO THE EXIT!"
"Well yeahhhh..." The Doctor rolled his head, letting his eyes drift away from his companion's. "But-."
"But NOTHING." Donna interjected. "It's the same thing every time! You start running your mouth and saving the day, and that's wonderful, but you don't know when to stop!"
"Donna I-"
"Let me finish." She snapped, raising a pointed finger towards him and stepping closer.
The Doctor held his hands up in front of him with a gentle nod of the head.
"You drag yourself through hell, running and ranting and... and sonic-ing!"
A small snicker escaped The Doctor, but he straightened his face almost instantly after when her angry look didn't waver.
"You can't control yourself!"
He didn't dare argue.
"I always have to pull. your. arse. out.!" She accentuated each of the last words with a corresponding poke to The Doctor's torso.
And while she expected the pokes to help get her point across, she definitely was not expecting the almost childish giggle that spilled out of his mouth. Or the awkward jerk his body made to cover the ribs she had prodded.
But Donna wasn't stupid. She didn't waste any time in a state of surprise, no she jumped straight to (correct) conclusions.
"Oh no way." She grinned, creeping closer to the now incredibly flustered Time Lord.
"Now Donna," The Doctor began, his mouth twitching upwards in a nervous smile of self-betrayal. "You don't know what this is."
Donna gave a singular breathy chuckle. "Nice try sunshine, but you're not yapping your way out of this one."
"There are countless reasons why... why I would... flinch away from you like that!" He continued rambling.
"I know ticklish when I see it sweetheart." She smiled sweetly, though there was nothing sweet about the predatory glint in her eyes.
"What?!" The Doctor tensed, almost frozen in place at the mention of the word. Though quickly forced himself back into talking his way out of the situation in a faux-calm tone. "Uh, Doctor, Time Lord, no."
She smirked, stepping closer to him.
"Donna," she paused, reveling in just how much she was getting to him. "Human," she paused again, less than a few feet away from him. "Yes."
And then she lunged.
Her hands met his sides and The Doctor curled inwards, his arms tangling themselves in a fruitless effort to push her away.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sounds of Donna's fingertips clawing against the fabric of The Doctor's shirt, before he finally cracked.
Bubbly giggles spluttered out of The Doctor's chest as he folded forwards, allowing Donna to slip behind him and trap him in a bear hug. His knees slowly buckled, and (with no chance at keeping someone his height upright by herself), Donna followed his squirming body to the floor.
"Dohohohonnahaha!" He squeaked between bouts of helpless laughter, but her name was barely comprehensible amongst the childish noises she tickled out of him. "Ihihihi-!... wahahai-!... stahahaha-!..."
She chuckled, rolling her eyes as her hands climbed up into his armpits. "What was that?"
He couldn't reply with anything other than a squeal, writhing for a few seconds before his body finally submitted to the playful torture. He tried to splutter a few words out, but nothing could make its way through the torrent of giggles currently occupying his voice box. THe man had gone practically limp, aside from his hands which were still seized up like a tyrannosaurus rex.
"I never thought I'd see the day..." Donna shook her head in amusement as she skittered her fingernails around his collarbones. "That anyone would render you speechless."
"DOHOHOHON-! WAHAHAI-! IHIHIHI-!"
She laughed again. "Keep trying space man."
"IHIHIHI-! CAHAHAHA-!" He chortled, his hands suddenly free enough to slap themselves to his cheeks to cover his embarrassment.
"Whaaaat~?" She teased, rapidly poking him in one side while squeezing the other.
"IT TIHIHICKLES!" He somehow blurted out, before breaking into cackles as Donna transitioned to dual-hand squeezing. "DONNA PLEHEHEASE!"
It was Donna's turn to cackle, though hers was much shorter and much more controlled of course. "It tickles, does it? I had no idea."
Aside from the odd jolt when Donna hit a particularly sensitive spot, The Doctor had gone practically limp. All that laughter had fully sapped his energy, and he was leaning his back against Donna's chest to keep himself upright.
Taking her chance, Donna once again decided to change her position to further destroy the man. Sliding back from under him (taking care he wouldn't fall back and whack his head on the TARDIS floor - she wasn't that cruel), Donna pulled his arms from covering his face and stretched them above his head.
In his state of ticklish delirium, The Doctor didn't quite notice what was happening. Assuming she had finally taken pity on him, he focused on catching his breath with a stupid grin still stuck to his face.
That was until the moment her shins pinned his arms to the floor.
He locked eyes with her, now fully aware of just how screwed he was. With Donna kneeling above him, she had full access to the armpits she had assaulted with ticklish claws just moments ago.
"Nononono Donna you can't!" He begged, legs kicking wildly with every word. "You'll kill me!"
She shrugged, "You'll regenerate." before putting her typing skills to good use and pitter-pattering her fingertips against his underarms.
The Doctor clamped his mouth closed, thrashing his head to one side with his eyes screwed shut in a soon-to-be vain attempt to not react to the unbearable sensations radiating through his body. But even a mighty Time Lord could only hold out for so long.
After less than ten seconds (which The Doctor would later argue was a rather impressive length of time), he crumbled. The childish, high-pitched giggles returned and he was once again a mess beneath Donna's touch.
"Oh!" Donna gasped, slowing her fingers in response to the Doctor's slightly wheezy breathing. "And if you do regenerate, I'll be the first person ever to tickle two Time Lords!"
Aside from the occasional titter, The Doctor could finally gain control over himself again. He gulped mouthfuls of air as Donna climbed off his arms, and slowly sat up next to her.
"Not-" He panted, still more than a little out of breath.
Donna chuckled. "Take your time."
"Not tw-" His huffing interrupted again. "Not two."
She gave him a quizzical look.
"Even if I-... regenerate... I'm still the same... singular Time Lord." He corrected. "You've only tickled the one, and to be honest it happened a lot back on Gallifrey so you're not particularly sp-"
She barked a singular laugh, cutting him off. "God, you really don't know when to shut up."
His confusion turned to giggly panic when Donna pushed him back to the floor again and sat on top of his hips. "Nononono Donna not agAIN-!"
#crow's tickle fic#doctor who tickle fic#tenth doctor tickle fic#is the ending kind of abrupt? idk please tell me lol#this was a cute fic tho i like it hehehehehe
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Dad will always be here | B.Chan
pairing: chan x fem!reader (in which chan is your dad) summary: "I'll always be there for you, sweetheart. No matter how hard it gets, I'm by your side. We'll go through it together" He keeps reminding you of it but will it stay forever? word counts: 1.8k words genre: angst, small fluff, zombie apocalypse au warning: mention of death(nothing too detail), reader often get called by sweetheart lil note: okay, not the perfect timing, I know so enjoy :) Listen to daylight and Atlantis while reading this, I highly recommend it.
Your breath caught in your throat, making you choke as you tried in vain to calm yourself. Your legs trembled beneath you as your hands clasped over your mouth to stifle the scream of horror that escaped you. He stood in front of you, his back to you, and you could see fresh blood dripping from his quivering hand and the bat he had used to kill your mom a moment earlier⌠he had killed his wife. Her body lay lifeless, and a scarlet liquid spread from her head to the floor, forming a pool of blood where he stood, still in denial of what he had done. His feet seemed to be chained to the ground.
âDad..." You called after him, your voice sounding fearful. Chan turned round, his cheeks splattered with blood, and he hastily wiped it away with his sleeve before walking towards you and gently grabbing your hand.
âIâm sorry that you had to see that.â The light you had seen in his eyes had disappeared. All you saw now were tears at the edge of his eyes, as if he were reflecting your expression, but he was still trying to gather his remaining strength to move on from the guilt. He squeezed your hand to reassure you that everything would be alright and flashed a smile you knew all too well was forced.
âWe need to go now before they find us, sweetheart. Iâll take care of you just like your mother would want me to.â He unfolded your sleeves and buttoned them up, then moved to your shirt collar and did the same. A brief kiss on your forehead was the cherry on top, even though the world had gone cold, his love remained warm.
He pulled you by the hand and you followed him as he took one last look at his late wife and kissed her forehead one last time. You watched as he mouthed something into her ear before leaving the place you once called your safe place. It was hard to leave your memories and⌠your mom.
How long has it been since you exited the house? It was nothing the same as you last saw them â cars were abandoned on the street, cracked carsâ and housesâ windows and bodiesâ It was everywhere, scattered like trash. The weight of reality was burdening you, it feltâŚunreal. You clenched Chanâs hand when your mind momentarily turned hazy and he instantaneously halted on his steps, his face painted with worry as he held your shoulder.
âAre you okay?âÂ
You nodded meekly âItâs funny how I see this every time I watch a movie and never I thought Iâll live in oneâ
âI hope this is a nightmare, sweetheart. Come onâ He took a step further and accidentally stepped onto something. Retreating his leg, he bent to grab it, his other hand still attached to yours as if you would run away when his fingers were lifted. His eyes lit up in an unreadable expression after he realised it was a loaded gun.
Maybe he was glad he found something to protect him and you.
Both of you continued making your way out of the neighbourhood. His grip tightened at every sound he heard and pulled you closer to him. His gestures spoke a high volume of unspoken fear. The sun was beginning to hide behind the horizon when you arrived at the quiet main town.
Quiet? Usually, the town was chaotic at this hour â With people shouting to promote their things before closing the shop for the day and Minho was the one who brought all of them, insisting he would pay more than the given prices. Later, he would ask you to accompany him to a nearby foster house with a grin, arms filled with paper bags.
A sharp gasp bubbled out from your mouth after seeing Minhoâs body leaning against the wall with his neck crooked to the side, a trail of deep shade of red was behind him. His neck was harshly bitten by the dead, his bone was in sight. Your cheeks felt damp and you let out a few suffocating sobs. Your feet were chained to the ground as reality had finally sunk in â who was next? Whose death would you witness next?
The sounds of branches creaking behind caused Chan to snap his head toward the direction and in a swift motion, you were hauled from the back and landed on the rough path while hearing a familiar groaning above you. Slowly glancing up, you noticed the flesh eater biting into his bat as it struggled to get hold of the man. His knuckles turned white while he attempted to push it away.
âY/N, go now! Find a safe place, Iâll meet you thereâ
âBut Dad!â
âSweetheart, itâs not the time to argueâ His voice was calm but laced with desperation, almost sounded like he was begging toward you. How dare he? He still has the guts to say that after your mom died? Clenching your fist, you stood up and snatched the gun from his pocket, aiming straight at the creatureâs head before releasing the trigger. Its loud bang echoed in the otherwise eerie town, making the animalsâ heads resting nearby perk their head and run away at the sound.
Your hand shook violently when you looked over the body that had dropped. You stepped on its arm and twisted your leg, a low sound of bone breaking entered your ear as you registered the hole on its forehead oozing an eerie-looking green liquid. This was insufficient to pay for what they had done to Mom. To Minho. To everyone.
You want them to feel your suffering. Chanâs suffering.
Your lips started drawing blood due to how long you bit your lips, a scream pleading to be let out from your chest from the moment you witnessed Chan had to kill your mother. Nails dug into the palm of your skin, exasperation was raging in your mind, encouraging you to continue shooting the body to release your hatred for the zombies.
âWhyâŚ?â You whispered under your breath. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up to his shoulder before rushing out of the town, thousands of footsteps tailing him from behind as it was after him â true, the creatures were running toward you, their green eyes bulging out from their socket as they saw their next victim.
FuckâŚthe gun
You shut your eyes, and a chain of muttering âIâm sorry Dadâ left your mouth.
âItâs fine, sweetheartâÂ
Soon, he stopped on his track and gently placed you back on the ground, his popping veins from his neck didn't go unnoticed by you. He must be exhausted carrying you all the way here. He should be, youâre not a little girl anymore.
He slumped down to nearby racks, and a sense of relief washed over him as he looked over to you who was locking the supermarketâs door. He chuckled, removing his bag and the necklace he received for his birthday from his late wife, and placing it close on his side. When you turned around, he saw his wife figment in you â no doubt, your mother's eyes had been passed down on you. The shelves around him began to melt down and swam toward him, the substance felt hot under his delicate fingertips and he hissed in pain as he retreated his finger from the floor.
Even your figure was distorted in his vision, your lips twitched into a huge terrifying smile that itched from cheek to cheek. A series of incoherent voices bounced in the room, whispering to him to give up. He quickly covered his ears and closed his eyes, praying it wasnât what he thought it was. He cautiously peeled his eyes open and everything had returned to normal.Â
You observe his behaviour from afar, your stomach twisted in discomfort as you realise something.Â
âDad, are you okay?â
He nodded meekly and patted the dirty floor, gesturing you to rest beside him.
âDad, Iâm sorry for acting so recklesslyâŚâ your voice filled with utter shame but he simply dismissed the topic with a head shake as you settled down. You scooted closer, hugging his arm and placing your head on his shoulder.
âDon't be, you saved meâ he beamed a smile. A warm smile. A smile that was different from the previous one. He caressed your head, leaving a chaster kiss on it.
A comfortable silence hung in the air as both of you engulfed yourself in the safety of each other comfort. You tried to ignore the growing green dots on his arm as you hugged his body tighter.
No, it was probably an allergic reaction.
âY/N, I need you to do something for me. Think of it as my last wishâ You glanced at him, attempting to appear nonchalant but the thought of it happening lingered in the back of your head was something you couldn't deny.
âWhat are you talking about? Weâll survive Dad!âÂ
âIâm sorryâŚâ he folded his sleeve and you quickly grasped his hand from doing it although you already saw the flowing liquid from a fresh wound.Â
Did he get bit at home?
âNoâŚno, youâre not! You are going to be fine, trust meâ You clenched his sleeve, watching his smile drop while tears poured down. It had been a long time since you saw him so fragile, so hopeless.
âPlease DadâŚâÂ
âIâm really sorry, I try, sweetheart but I fail. I couldn't promise what your mother wantedâ Intertwining your hand together, he loosened your grip and put it down, drawing a circular motion on the back of your hand.
âYouâll be fine as long as you get out of here. LeaveâÂ
âLeave you? I wouldn't!â
âIt's my last wish, Bang Y/Nâ He reached for the gun in your hand and pressed a kiss on your forehead â it was a goodbye kiss. It was a kiss he always gave you before leaving the house, it made you feel safe and loved all day long.
But now, it left you with a hollow chest and devastation.Â
âTake care of yourself for me and your motherâÂ
âDad, pleaseâŚâ you pleadedâŚand pleaded.Â
âGo now, I don't want you to see me turn into themâ
At the time, the green dots had arrived on his cheeks, and the brown colour of his orbs slowly disappeared. With a heavy heart, you grabbed the bag and headed for the door.
You should have ignored the early symptoms of the infection.
You should have ignored how his veins were visible on his neck
You should have stayed dumb
If that was the cost for him to stay by your side
âI love you, sweetheartâ
Your shoulder jolted at the sound of the gun behind you. Gripping into the bagâs strip, the tears finally poured endlessly under you. You exited the place without looking back. You were forced to face your motherâs death and you couldnât have the bravery to see his death. The echo from the gun reminded you of his smile and last word before your field of view turned blurry due to the tears.
âDad will always be hereâ
#stray kids#skz imagines#skz#bang chan#bang chan imagines#chan x reader#bang chan x reader#angst#light fluff#apocalypse
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