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devotedlykoneshots · 8 months ago

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BANGCHAN DRABBLE

Genre: 🔞, minors DNI, hyunjins little sister plot, nothing too wild

Word count: 1025

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"There was a spider in my room and yes, you rescued it by putting it outside, but I still won’t sleep in that room tonight"you say as you stand your ground and the older male raises an eyebrow at you, leaning against his doorway.

"So can I sleep in your room?" You asked sheepishly and he's even more shocked now, first at your boldness and then at your shyness.

Second at the question.

"I don't think your brother will like that"bangchan says and you groan softly, rubbing your temples.

"Well, I'm too tired to care, so scoot over"you tell him as you barge into his room and pulled his covers back, prepared to kick his ass over if you had to.

He scoots over and you crawl into the bed, getting under the cover and letting out a sigh.

"Better?"he asked still watching you and you nodded, secretly sniffing his covers and you were right.

It smelled like him.

"Goodnight"he called out to you and turned off the light, the next time he turns it on is later in the night.

Your sleeping frame cuddled up to his larger one.

"Y/n"he shakes you awake and you jumped back from him upon seeing how close you were.

"Oh my god"you placed a hand on your heart and tried to calm down.

"Sorry, I cuddle in my sleep"you frown and apologize.

"It's okay, I was just shocked"he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer again.

You hesitantly place your hand on his chest and close your eyes again, you both falling asleep.

You wake up the next time, it's now morning and arms are wrapped around your waist, chan is cuddling you from behind.

You can also feel something poking your back and you turn onto your back, looking over at him as his arms pull you closer and the poking is now touching your thigh.

He sucks in a breath as your movement grazes his boner and you bite your bottom lip.

"Don't move"he whispers and your eyes lift to see his staring back at you.

"Do you have a boner?"you whispered and he immediately denies said allegations.

"Definitely not"he said and you raised your eyebrows at him.

"I'm serious"you tell him and he huffs, biting his bottom lip before admitting the truth.

"Yes, I do"he said.

"Oh my god"you cover your face and he rolls his eyes, you're definitely hyunjins sister.

"Don't be dramatic, it doesn't mean I was having a wet dream or anything" he starts and you remove your hands as you look at him.

"It just happens and I don't have control over it"he continues, yeah this wasn't how he expected his night to go.

"How do you usually get rid of it?"you asked and you can feel it twitch against your side, you bite your bottom lip.

"I jerk off but I'm usually alone when that happens"he said and you look at him in the eyes , getting up wasn't an option.

"I'll turn around and you can do it in peace"you said and he nodded in agreement.

"Okay"he said and you turned around , trying not to pay attention to the sound of his cock hitting his stomach and definitely not the sound of him fucking into his fist.

"Fuck"he whispered and you squeezed your legs closed , biting your bottom lip and trying to ignore the sounds he was trying to keep inside but unfortunately couldn't.

"What?"you sit up after he gasps and look at him , about to tell him you couldn't do it but you caught a glimpse of his cock before he covers himself up.

"Oh my god"

"Y/n" he whisper/shouts as he saw you sitting up and covering himself with his hands.

"What are you doing?"he hissed and you sit up on your hands and knees.

"Let me help you, you're taking forever" you offer and he gulps, you bite your bottom lip waiting for him to answer.

"Hurry"is all he said before he moved his hands, you take his cock in your hands and stroke his cock slowly.

"I had no idea you were this big"you're still amazed and he chuckles, watching you lean down and kitten lick his tip as his hips buck into your hand.

"Fuck , oh shit"you take his cock into your mouth and start to bobb your head as he moans softly, he immediately throws the cover over your head as he hears the door knob twist and you bobb your head faster.

His head is thrown back as hyunjin enters.

"Hey chan-" he's instantly met with the image of chan getting blowed by an unknown figure.

"Fuck"Chan cries out weakly as you hallow your cheeks and take more of him in your mouth, gagging around his thick length but you don't mind.

"I'll come back later"your brother is quick to exit as soon as he arrived.

"Oh my god, that was hyunjin"you pull yourself off of Chan and the covers from over your head.

"He didn't notice, open up for me"he taps his cock against your lips and you do as he says, getting back to work as you stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth.

"Fucking hell"he groans softly and throws his head back as he lets you suck on his cock, cheeks hallowing around his length and your free hand squeezing at his balls.

"I'm gonna cum baby"you're not sure if he even realizes what he just said but nonetheless it urges you to move onto your knees , taking him deeper in your mouth as you deepthroat his cock.

"Fuck , that's it. So fucking good"you hum softly at his words and bobb your head faster, his hips starting to buck into your mouth as he got closer to his climax.

"I'm cumming"he groans deeply and grips your hair, holding you down onto his cock as he thrusts into your mouth faster, a strained whimper leaving his lips as he cums into your mouth.

#skz smut #bangchan smut

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guilty-pleasures21 · 10 months ago

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The thief & the detective

Just an idea that's been sitting on my mind for a while: cat burglar mc x detective Miguel?!

I split up part 1 just because it got really long 🫠 and I also only have a few bits and pieces for part 2, so please comment/message me if you have anything you'd like to see in part 2!

P.S. I TOTALLY forgot to post the pic above the first time I posted this, but I just imagine him looking at her like this when she asks him to go shower and it drives me crazy!!!!! 😭 Unfortunately, I CANNOT remember where I found this pic, so if anyone knows, PLEASE let me know so I can credit the artist appropriately!!! I'm so sorry!!!

Part 1a

Part 1b

Part 2

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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“Shit, Miguel,” she breathed, curling herself around him as she tried to catch her breath. She pressed her lips to his shoulder and brushed them along his broad muscles, kissing and nibbling on him lazily. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest as she began moving her hips slowly against his and she moaned into the crook of his neck at the feeling. He felt so big beneath her, his cock thick and warm, already starting to harden as she ground herself into him carefully. He groaned as his head fell back against the headboard and X snickered as he dug his fingers into her ass, pulling her harder against him. “So impatient, detective.”

“M’not impatient,” Miguel mumbled into her neck, sliding his arms all the way around her and moving his hips in time to hers. “Just tryna be fair. I already gave you what you wanted. Isn’t it my turn now?”

He lifted his head to tug on her earlobe with his teeth before grazing them along the underside of her ear, nibbling on her warm skin. X trailed her fingers down his chest and brushed them teasingly against the tip of his cock when she reached it.

“What do you want from me, detective?” she asked him playfully, cupping his cheek in her hand when he pulled back to look at her. Her eyes fell to his lips and she pressed hers to them gently, her touch featherlight. “What should I take from you this time?”

She grinned and curled her fingers around his cock before finally closing the distance between their mouths and kissing him.

“Why don’t you …” Miguel panted in between hungry kisses, his focus waning as she pumped his cock in her hand, “try giving me … something for once?”

He squeezed her breast gently and she squealed into his mouth at the feeling before her head fell back with pleasure. He grinned at the sound and moved his lips to her throat, his legs starting to twitch now as she continued to slide her fingers all over his cock.

Holy shit! He was so hot when he smiled, his fiery eyes creasing at the corners, his lush lips curling at the ends, his cute little fangs peeking out at her. She pressed her lips back to his, their teeth clashing as the both of them smiled between kisses. “That’s not how this game works, detective.”

She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and wriggled her body against his as her fingers tangled themselves in his hair. He nipped her lower lip before loosening his hold on her, letting her move her mouth to his shoulder. She made down his chest and abs, licking him up hungrily until she was lying in between his legs, her beautiful eyes peeking up at him from beneath her curly lashes as she angled his cock to her mouth. She maintained eye contact as she pressed soft kisses to his tip, gradually pulling him deeper into her mouth with each quick peck and he gripped onto the bed sheets as she began sucking on him slowly, her tongue tracing the veins in his cock so delightfully.

“F*ck,” he breathed, his hips lifting off the bed to push himself deeper into her mouth. He sucked in a breath when he hit the back of her throat, then shuddered as her pretty little moans sent vibrations all along his cock and down to his core. P*tas, she felt good. She bobbed her head up and down, dragging him out of her mouth slowly, then she climbed back onto his lap and slipped him inside of her, rolling her hips carefully to ease him in.

“Mmm, Miguel …” X whined, the desperation in her voice causing him to tighten his hold on her. Mierda, she was cute - small and soft in his arms, his tiny little gatita.

“Holy shit, Miguel!” she sighed, delighting in the way he filled her up so nicely. “You’re so … frickin’ big.”

She scrunched her fingers in his hair and flopped over onto his shoulder, letting him take over and start thrusting himself into her.

“Miguel,” X repeated, straightening to look at the way the sweat-slicked strands of his hair fell over his eyes as he bounced her up and down in his lap. She cupped his cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb along the sharp line of his jaw. “You'll come visit me … won't you? Every day? You know I can't live without you, mi Miguelito.”

She tried to give him a pout, to make herself seem all helpless and vulnerable. But then he hit that one spot that had her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. He bent over and kissed his way up her neck, his lips landing on hers when she lowered her head back down again. He kissed her hungrily, holding onto the back of her head to keep her in position so he could tangle his tongue with hers. “Mmm, gatita … This isn't some … last ditch attempt … to get out of jail … is it?”

He glided his hands up her back, relishing the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his rough palms, the sweat dripping off her from how much he'd teased and pleasured her already. If he was being really honest, he didn't think he'd be able to survive without her either: her witty retorts, her bright smile, the way she always challenged him to be the very best version of himself. His stomach curdled at the thought of her being locked up in a cell; at the thought of never seeing her again, hearing her voice, feeling her skin against his. He'd find a way - he'd find a way to get her out of there. Maybe with a plea deal; a bargain of some sort. She leaned forward and pulled his lip between hers, nipping it quickly before letting him go, and he groaned at the feeling of her warm p*ssy throbbing around his dick so desperately.

“No,” she replied, pulling back from him to look at the glazed look in his eyes. She brushed her fingers across his cheek, marvelling at how unfairly handsome he was, with his strong brow and his sharp jawline and his rugged looks. “Not if you’ll come … visit me … everyday … detective.”

She wasn’t lying - she really would go crazy if she had to be locked up in a cell without getting to see his gorgeous face at least once a day, hear his mocking voice at least once an hour, brush her fingers along his skin at least once a night. And that was before she knew how delicious he felt beneath her. How would she ever survive without him now?

“I have … a better idea … detective.” She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, admiring in the dazed look on his face as he glanced up at her. She grinned and licked his lips quickly before relaxing her hold on him, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder as he bounced her up and down on his length.

“Why don’t you … lock me up … instead?” she suggested, her hands sliding over his shoulders and chest as she tried to maintain her balance on top of him. She curled herself around him, leaning forward and rolling her hips so that her clit brushed up against his abdomen, adding onto her pleasure. “At your place? I could … I could be your … good little gatita? And you could … c-come back e-every night … after work? And ‘d-discipline’ m-me.”

She bit his ear and he growled and tightened his grip on her at the idea. Carajo, he should have f*cked her ages ago; maybe then he could have saved her, helped her lead a better life. “Don't tempt me, gatita.”

Shit. His voice was so low now that she could feel the vibrations buzzing through his chest every time he spoke. It drove her crazy, her nipples tingling with delight at how so very aroused he was by her.

“Please, Miguel?” she whimpered helplessly, her eyes widening with innocence as she gazed up at him. “¿Para mí? ¿Para tu … pequeña gatita buena?” (For me? For your good little kitten?)

“¡Ay, coño, gatita!” His head rolled back with pleasure as he felt his core tightening at her words, at the pretty little look she gave him. She let out a loud moan as he prodded at that one spot inside of her, then she fell over him, her lips landing back on his. Miguel lowered himself onto the bed as he twisted his tongue around hers, lying back so that she was on top of him. X pushed herself up, and leaned over him, her hair tickling his shoulders as she did so, and he brushed the strands away from her face before his fingers drifted down her neck and breasts.

“Would you really stay with me, mi gatita traviesa?” he asked. (... my naughty kitten?) “Would you do what I told you to? Turn over a new leaf?” Maybe she wasn’t entirely past saving, if she was willing to give it all up for him. She bit her lip, losing her focus as her body prepared itself to come.

“I’m going to take that shower now.” She glanced over at the entrance to the bathroom, then returned her gaze to him. Ber stomach flipped at the way his eyelids lowered as he trailed his gaze over her body. “You gonna come make sure I don’t run away, detective?”

“For you, Miguel?” She nodded dazedly. “Anything.”

Maybe he wasn’t completely past ruining, if he was willing to give it all up for her. She let out a squeak as she came on top of him, her body flopping over his and writhing around in his arms as her p*ssy squeezed his dick. He sucked in a breath at the sensation, then he was coming too, his cock releasing his c*m into her, his hands gripping onto her ass as he let the warm liquid seep out of him and into her. He sighed when he was done and slid his hands up her back to stroke her gently as she panted on top of him. Then he turned her over onto her side, slinging a muscular arm over her. They lay like that for a while, the room filled with the sounds of their shallow gasps as they both tried to catch their breaths. Finally, she wriggled out from beneath his grasp, getting up off the bed and gathering her hair over shoulders.

He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, the muscles in his arms and back flexing so deliciously. He walked over to her and tapped her on the ass lightly, pushing her in the direction of the bathroom.

“Vamos, gatita.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, pushed up against the wall as he pounded his dick into her. “Yes! Holy shit, Miguel! You feel … so good.”

He held onto her waist, his hard chest pressing into her back as he thrust himself into her from behind. He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of it; the way her p*ssy took him in so very nicely, constantly throbbing around his cock, begging him for more. He raised one hand to brace himself against the wall and slid the other up to cup her breast, squeezing her soft flesh in his hands and pulling her back against him. He growled and nipped her ear before pressing his lips to the side of her neck and moaning against her with pleasure. F*ck, she felt good.

She really was beautiful, her curly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, her rosy lips parting in that blissed out look as her head fell back with pleasure. P*ta madre, she was cute. He sucked in a breath as she came around him, her tight little p*ssy pulling on him and milking him into her as he reached his climax too. He held her up against the wall, his head falling onto her shoulder as he relieved himself inside of her, the warm water falling onto his back adding on to his pleasure-filled release. Then he nipped her ear before brushing his lips along her neck. “Mmm, X.”

“Miguel,” X breathed, her ass bouncing against his thighs as she shook beneath him. “Wait. I wanna … see your face … when I come for you.”

He was so big and so warm, his body all nice and firm as he wrapped himself around her. She didn’t think she’d ever get sick of it; the way his cock stretched her out and filled her up, his tip hitting that one spot that had her body slumping over in relief. He lifted her up easily and spun her around, sliding her back onto his cock before starting up his thrusts again. He was so handsome, his dark locks dripping with sweat and water, the damp strands falling into his beautiful copper eyes as he gazed down at her. And then whenever he bit his lip? His cute little fangs pressing into his full and soft bottom lip? Shit, it drove her mad!

Shit! She could have come again just from the way he moaned her name, his voice thick with satisfaction as he nibbled and licked at her neck. But then he was sliding her off of him and setting her back down, his hands keeping her upright as her knees wobbled beneath her. She turned around to kiss him, to taste him one more time as he ran his hands along her skin, cleaning her up. And then he was shutting the tap off and wrapping her up in one of the plush white hotel towels hanging on the rack by the sink. She sighed as she dried herself up before returning back to the bedroom, her steps shaky from the way her legs refused to close. She glanced over at the two beds, her stomach roiling with nerves as she felt him come up behind her. Then she rearranged her features into a cheeky expression and injected as much mischief as she could into her voice when she next spoke. “You … want to make sure I don’t run away in the night, detective?”

Her eyes were a little too wide as she patted the bed beside them, her smile stretched a little too thin. She didn’t want to part with him just yet - was terrified of the thought of having to wake up tomorrow and be torn away from him. And if he were being honest, he was maybe a little terrified of that too. He sighed as she pushed her towards the bed, feigning irritation at the thought of being stuck with her again. But she just bounced over to the bed happily, crawling under the covers and snuggling up against him when he slid in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her soft body as she laid her head on his chest, the both of them enjoying the moment of solitude in each other’s arms. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair after a while, breathing in the warm, masculine scent of him she’d come to know so well.

“You know there are easier ways to ask a guy out. Right, gatita?” he teased her, lips curling into a wicked smirk.

“I didn’t do it because I wanted to. Not at first, anyway,” she admitted softly, her slender fingers scratching his scalp gently. “But then it felt so good. And then I met you. And I couldn’t stop then.”

She tilted her head back to look up at him, her dark eyes tracing over his sharp features, memorising the shape of his face. He ran his fingernails along her back and she purred at the feeling, settling herself back around him like a little cat.

“Would you go out with me, Miguel?” she asked him quietly. He considered her question, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“I would have if you’d asked me earlier.” Before we’d met each other; before I did everything in my power to catch you and you did everything in yours to escape. But then he’d never have known her, would he? She trailed her fingers along his skin, tracing the sculpted outlines of his muscles.

“What about now?” She stretched up to press her lips to his collarbone, twisting her body to lie on top of his as she mumbled into his skin. “Will you go out with me tomorrow?”

She pressed a kiss to the base of his throat before snuggling herself back into his arms, her voice getting softer as she started drifting off into sleep. “Or next week, maybe? Then I’ll have enough time to make my great escape.”

He continued to stroke her gently, even after she’d fallen asleep, his mind running wild with a list of ways he might possibly get her out of this. He believed her about not wanting to do it: she came from a poor background, the only thing she’d ever really owned was her own name. And what a price she’d put on it. And besides, she never stole from those who couldn’t afford it - it was always spoilt businessmen whose money was already just rotting away in the bank anyway. Plus, they never could track anything she’d stolen, or the money she’d received from it - probably because she always distributed it amongst the poor. A modern day Robin Hood. His thoughts blurred together as he felt himself start to drift off as well, his brain still working to come up with a way to save her.

He woke up the next morning confused, unused to his familiar surroundings. Then he remembered: the governor’s personal suite, his gatita, finally trapped in his grasp. And then, her body, soft and warm against his, her lips sweet and lush, her taste intoxicating. His stomach bubbled with excitement at the thought of the plan he’d come up with last night; he couldn’t wait to share it with her, couldn’t wait to- He pat the bed, trying to find her soft curves and her messy curls. But she wasn’t there. Was she in the bathroom? He flung the covers aside and leapt out of bed, his panic growing worse when he saw the door open, the toilet empty. And then he saw the note on the bedside table, neatly placed atop her carefully arranged underwear.

‘Lo siento, mi Miguelito, but you can’t keep a cat locked up, no matter how much they love you. See you for our date next week! Te amo, tu gatita traviesa, X.’ (I love you, your naughty kitten, X.)

She’d sealed it with a kiss too, her rosy lipstick imprinted on the corner of the note. He crumpled her underwear in his hand, the rage starting to build up inside of him at her words. How the hell had she managed to escape?! When had she managed to escape? Was she close enough that he could still catch her? ¡Ay, p*ta madre! How could he have been so stupid to think that he could trust her?! He re-read the note, knowing that if she could get away from him even now, even with the entire building on lockdown because of her, then there was definitely no way he’d be able to catch her on their date. He clenched his jaw at the way his stomach flipped at the word, even after she’d left him looking like a fool.

“Uh, coming! Just … give me a second!” His underwear, where was his underwear?! F*ck! She must have taken it with her. He threw on whatever he had, pulling up his zip before getting the door. Peter walked into the room, bright-eyed and well-rested, completely oblivious to how stupid he’d been last night. How the f*ck could he have had sex with her?! When everyone else was … ¡Ay, carajo!

“Miguel?” Peter’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you in there? What’s happening?” Miguel dashed around the room at the sound of his voice, quickly picking up his clothes and throwing them back on.

“Please don’t tell me you let her get away.”

“Took you long enough!” Peter joked, searching around the room for the other person he expected to see there. He turned back to Miguel after being unable to locate her, an apprehensive smile on his face. “Where’s the prisoner?”

Miguel folded his arms across his chest and avoided Peter’s gaze, embarrassed. Peter shifted comfortably at the sight, his heart picking up speed in his chest. He forced out an awkward chuckle.

“I didn’t let her get away,” Miguel scoffed, offended by the idea. Peter’s eyes widened in horror.

“She got away?!” he exclaimed in disbelief. “Again?!”

Miguel dropped his gaze again, fidgeting with his hands guiltily. Peter huffed in frustration and marched out of the room, ranting and grumbling as he worried over how the governor would react to his news. Miguel sighed as he followed after him, trying to come up with a plan for their date next week - there was no way in hell he was ever letting her go again.

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1d5soslittlemixonechicago · 6 months ago

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𝑤𝑏𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡¹

𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒃𝒃 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

Masterlist²

I decided to make Oc's of both genders because why so feel free to send in requests.

Paige Bueckers

Her love interests

#6 of the uconn women basketball team

Full name: Teagan Vargas

Nickname: Tk

Face claim: Melissa Vargas

Height : 6'4

Birthday: October 16, 2000

#5 on the uconn football team

Full name: Jude Daviss

Nickname: JD

Face claim: Jonathan Daviss

Height: 6'0

Birthday: February 28, 2001

Azzi Fudd

Her love interests

#22 on Uconn baseball team

Full name: Jessie Reese

Nickname: JR

Face claim: Martin Bobb-Semple

Height: 6'0

Birthday: August 29th 2002

Actress

Full name: Lola Bushnell

Nickname: Lo

Face claim: Lola tung

Height: 5'6

Birthday: October 28, 2003

Nika Muhl

Her love interests

Azzi Fudd older brother

#0 on the Celtics

Full name: Jayson Fudd

Nickname:

Face claim: Jayson Tatum

Height: 6'8

Birthday: March 3, 2000

Paige bueckers cousin

#4 Wisconsin Hockey Player

Full name: Caroline Bueckers

Nickname: Kk

Face claim: Caroline Harvey

Height: 5'8

Birthday: October 14, 2002

Aubrey Griffin

Her love interest

On Uconn Track Team/Actress

Full name: Noa Reficco

Nickname: Nova

Face claim: Maia Reficco

Height: 5'2

Birthday: July 14, 2000

KK Arnold

Her love interests

#4 on Uconn men basketball team

Aubrey Griffin Little Brother

Full names: Zander Griffin

Nickname:

Face claim: Bronny James

Height: 6'2

Birthday: April 6, 2005

Actress

Full name: Jayla Baker

Nickname: Jay

Face claim: Jayla Walton

Height: 5'7

Birthday: September 12, 2005

Emily Engstler

Her love interest

Actress

Full name: Maia Bailey

Nickname: Mai

Face claim: Madison Bailey

Height:5'9

Birthday: January 29,1999

Let me know if you want to change anything or the story.

Please go into full detail of what you want.

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flavored-soda · 6 months ago

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crawling back to you, if that's what i must do

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of death, injuries, blood, all that nasty stuff, panic attacks and anxiety

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairing: BuckTommy/Tevan/Kinley

Summary: Tommy's helicopter goes down and he is officially MIA for all of 17 hours. Buck panics until his lover is returned to him.

read on ao3 | heed the warnings and tags | posted for @bucktommyweek

“Mayday! Mayd–”

Pop.

“This is Firefighter Kinard.”

Hiss.

Crackle.

“Coming from…”

Pop.

“Crash-landing somewhere near…”

Crackle.

Hiss.

“RA units…ASAP.”

The line went dead. Static on the other end.

“Firefighter Kinard.”

More static.

“Kinard, do you read me?”

There was a click and then the line cut off with a shriek.

Firefighter Thomas Kinard was officially M.I.A.

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17 hours.

That’s how long it took to locate Tommy’s chopper and send help.

17 hours.

For nine of those hours, Buck was on shift, responding to calls and fighting fires, with his phone off and mostly away from him. He wasn’t even made aware of the situation until they got back from a call. The next shift was already there and clocked in, as the call ran over the end of the shift. They had all unloaded from the engine and ambulance, loading into the locker rooms to hit the showers and change.

Buck was talking with Eddie when Bobby came in and asked him to meet him in his office. At first he shrugged it off, thinking it was just something simple, something small about the shift like paperwork, but as he was making the short walk from the locker rooms, he started to spiral. It wasn’t until he was in the office with Bobby telling him to close the door that he really started to worry.

He had checked his phone after he got out of the shower, noticed a few missed calls from an unknown number. It wrote it off as spam, but as he heard the door click as it shut he started to think differently.

“So–uh–what’s up, Cap?” He asked.

“Buck, sit down.”

Bobby was sitting himself as he motioned to the chair across the desk. Slowly and reluctantly, he moved towards the chair.

“O-okay.” He mumbled as he sat down, rubbing his hands on his thighs.

Bobby paused for a second, looking down at his desk before folding his hands and looking back up to Buck.

“I got a call when we got back from the station.” He said.

“Um…okay? I’m not–I’m not really sure what that has to do with me.”

His hands went back to rubbing up and down his thighs, his leg bouncing. What was so important about this call? And why did Bobby feel the need to talk to him about it?

“It was from Harbour.”

Buck’s face fell. His movements stopped.

“Buck, Tommy is missing.”

There was a pause between the two of them. Bobby letting Buck process, and Buck trying to get his brain to stop moving at a mile a minute.

Buck spoke first, “How long?”

“Since 11:00 last night.”

“He’s been missing for nine hours?” He replied.

“Buck–”

“Nine hours?! And no one said anything to me?!” He was standing now, starting to pace as his voice raised in volume.

“We were on shift. You didn’t have your phone–”

“I–I know that we haven’t been…together long, but…” He trailed off. “Nine hours?”

“They tried calling your cell when we were on call. Dispatch told them we were out and they called me when we radioed that we were back at the station.”

Buck sighed, he was holding back tears. He sniffled before wiping his eyes.

“Do they–do they know anything? Are they…uh…close to finding him?”

He was looking away from Bobby, watching the ceiling and trying to focus on anything other than the man in front of him. He knew if looked towards Bobby he would see that pitiful look on his face, one full of worry and sadness. He couldn’t handle that look right now. He just couldn’t. It would just open up the floodgates and he needed to stay put together right now. Needed to focus on Tommy, doing what he could to help.

Bobby had moved from behind the desk, walking towards Buck, slowly. He continued to stare at the ceiling, keeping his eyes off of his Captain, until he felt Bobby’s hand on his shoulder.

“Buck.”

He shook his head.

“Buck, look at me.”

He brought his eyes down to meet Bobby, eyes welling with tears and biting his lip. He watched Bobby shake his head before he let himself break down.

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It was at hour fifteen that Buck really started to lose it. They had found Tommy and were going to get him now. Buck’s mind was racing of all the possibilities of what they would be walking into and what they would be bringing back. Every horrible call that he’s ever been on was coming back to him in waves, all the bad car wrecks and just how much damage they could do to a person. He couldn’t imagine what a helicopter crash could do.

Well, actually, he could imagine it.

He was imagining it.

And it was doing nothing to ease the panic he was currently feeling. His leg started to bounce more and he let his head fall as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a hand on his back as it started to rub circles into it.

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck-a-roo.” Athena mumbled as she pulled him in for a side hug.

He started crying again, silently letting the tears fall as he waited by his phone. He was waiting for a call from Bobby or Harbour or a hospital, really anyone that would have any information for where Tommy was and how he was doing.

He sat there, shaking and silently crying for the last two hours. Athena rubbing circles into his back and offering reassuring words. Hen had come over at one point, offering the same comfort, but she had to go home eventually. Chimney and Maddie were blowing up his phone with texts and when Buck didn’t respond they called Athena and Bobby to check on him. He overheard the conversations but he didn’t ask to speak with them, too much on his mind to try to get his mouth to form words.

It was 4:30 PM when his phone rang. It shook him out of his state. He snatched his phone off the table and answered it before it could get to a third ring.

“Hello?”

Athena offered to drive him, probably breaking too many traffic laws to count on one hand with Buck egging her on. He was grabbing the back of the driver and passenger’s seats, leaning forward and watching the road as Athena raced there. He would have started shouting our directions and orders if he wasn’t so focused on staying positive.

They told him that Tommy was alive.

Not only alive, but responsive.

And that’s all Buck could’ve asked for, all he needed.

Buck was out of the car and bursting through the hospital doors before Athena could stop the car. He didn’t wait up as he marched to the front desk.

“I’m here to see Tommy Kinard.”

His feet started moving before he even fully processed the room number he was given. He could hear footsteps following behind him, presumably Bobby and Athena. He grabbed the doorway as he entered the room to stabilize himself, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he saw his lover sitting up in the bed and alert.

“Evan?”

Buck nearly jumped his boyfriend at that, the only thing stopping him was seeing the state he was in. Tommy had one arm in a cast and a sling. His foot was in a cast and it was elevated on some pillows. His lip was cut deep enough to probably leave a nasty scar and he carried a matching cut on his forehead through his temple. From the once over, Buck assumed that it looked worse than it actually was. There were a lot of bandages and bruises, but Tommy was alert and whatever head trauma he faced didn’t seem bad enough to cause any amnesia.

Buck’s eyes welled with tears again, as he moved into the room. He reached out and grabbed his boyfriend’s face in between his hands and pulled him in for a soft kiss, resting their foreheads together when they pulled away.

“Thomas Kinard, don’t you ever do that to me again.” He let out in a half laugh, half hidden sob.

Tommy let out a breath of a laugh back before pressing a peck to Buck’s lips.

“You got it, baby.”

Yeah, everything was going to be alright.

#911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 #911 on abc #tevan #kinley #kinley fic #bucktommy fic #tevan fic #911 fic #tw panic mention #tw panicking #bucktommyweek2024

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boy-oneder · 10 months ago

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who is this... jim-bobb, hetfieldington? 🤨🤠🧔🏼‍♀️🐴

The legend of Jim-Bobb Hetfieldington goes back decades, if not centuries, and has a long and colorful history. So strap in for this one, pardner.

Rumor has it that James Hetfield was possessed by the spirit of an old prospector during a battle of incredible feats against the Devil himself. Some sources claim that James ultimately lost when he failed to adequately unholster his .45 colt in a test of reflexes and the Devil promptly disarmed James by striking him in the right arm. (this is backed up due to the fact that James had an odd shaped scar on his arm, but it has since been covered up by tattoos).

In the aftermath of the quick draw duel, it's said that the Devil admired James' tenacity and took pity on him. Instead of damning his soul to the fiery depths of Hell, he cut a deal with James. He would be allowed to walk the Earth and his soul would be spared from eternal fire, but in exchange he would have to share his body with another. That being the spirit of an old prospector by the name of Joe-Bobb Arlington...

Legend says that Joe-Bobb had become trapped in a mine shaft collapse during the summer of 1851 while mining for gold in the Sierra Nevada. He remained trapped under the rubble for two grueling days calling out to whatever higher power that would hear his pleas. It was then that the Devil appeared before him on the night of the second day. Joe-Bobb pleaded with the Devil to let him live and in exchange he would craft the Devil a golden scepter and crown fit for a king. The Devil accepted his offer and set Joe-Bobb free. To people's amazement, old Joe-Bobb had emerged from the mine shaft in the early hours of the morning completely unscathed.

Staying true to his word, Joe-Bobb then spent every waking moment for the next year working tirelessly on fulfilling his oath to the Devil. It was on the anniversary of Joe-Bobb's rescue that he'd finally managed to complete the scepter and crown. Unfortunately, in the weeks following after, Joe-Bobb had succumbed to dysentery and in his final moments the Devil paid him one last visit, adorned with the golden scepter and crown Joe-Bobb had worked so hard on. The Devil made a pledge to Joe-Bobb that he would one day live again as payment for keeping his promise.

Now, there's no record of a Joe-Bobb Arlington and people haven't been able to dig up much information on the mine shaft collapse of 1851 other than the fact that 14 people had perished and only 1 had managed to survive (presumably Joe-Bobb). BUT there's said to be remnants of a headstone with the initials J.B. and what appears to be "Arlin" but no one has managed to find any other pieces of the headstone. People speculate that it's Joe-Bobb Arlington's grave marker (or what's left of it at least).

And I know what you're asking yourself: "Robin, what does this have to do with anything? Where are you going with this?" I'm so glad you asked, bestie.

It's because a lot of people believe that the spirit of Joe-Bobb Arlington currently inhabits James Hetfield and has been for decades! A lot of people who know about this story will lead you to believe that James became possessed after the accident in Montreal during '92. This is because people believe that James would have been able to beat the Devil in a quick draw if it weren't for his burn injuries. That, however, is a common misconception.

A good portion of people believe he was actually possessed pre-Black Album era (about a few months before they started recording it). And the reason is, is that James' appearance and style had slowly started to change. He started wearing cowboy boots and cowboy hats and even some of the songs on the Black Album were heavily inspired by old western themes. It also marked a major shift in Metallica's musical direction as it didn't have that thrash metal sound that was so prevalent in their previous albums.

And, because of all of this, people believe TO THIS DAY that James Hetfield is possessed by the spirit of Joe-Bobb Arlington. Hence why you'll see people sometimes referring to James as Jim-Bobb Hetfieldington. Kind of like how celebrity couples have a nickname where it's both of their names put together. It's a mouthful, but it kinda just caught on and now we're stuck with that name. What can ya do? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now as to why James was battling the Devil in the first place is up for debate. Some say it was the classic "deal with the Devil" scenario to help Metallica's career and longevity, but most believe it was because the Devil saw so much of Joe-Bobb inside of James that he decided James would be the perfect vessel, thus fulfilling his promise to Joe-Bobb Arlington.

And THAT, my dear friends, is the legend of Jim-Bobb Hetfieldington...

Obviously, there's a lot more to the theory if you go down the rabbit hole. Like, I think at one point Joe-Bobb managed to somehow possess Kirk as well and that's why Kirk cut off all his hair and started smoking a lot of cigars during the Load/Reload era, but we'd be here all day if I went into every little detail. You get the general idea.

A lot of the story has been lost to time, unfortunately, but there are a few people in the community that continue to do research and unravel the mystery. Without their dedication, the memory of Joe-Bobb Arlington would die.

Hopefully that answers your question a little. I'm sorry if that's a lot to take in all at once✨

#never forget #rest in peace joe-bobb arlington #jim-bobb hetfieldington #conspiracy theories #metallica #james hetfield #joe-bobb arlington #james hetfield smut #robin's nest

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braveclementine · 6 months ago

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Day 20~ 9:40 A.M.

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book.

Copyright: My OCs are Coach Yonce, Emma, Ila, Tempus, and Itty Bitty. I own these characters. I do not condone any copying of this.

Downey came pounding on the door this morning. I was still asleep and grouched as I rolled out of bed. I stumbled down the stairs and opened the door, barely getting 'good-morning' through my lips before he was pushing past me.

"Well I have good news." Downey proclaimed, "A lot of it actually."

He was already dressed in a navy blue suit, his hair perfectly styled in that annoying way. His tinted glasses were on his face as well. He made a beeline straight for the kitchen, starting up the coffee maker and pulling food out of the refrigerator to make eggs.

"What, you didn't eat before you came here?" I grouched, slumping into the kitchen chair, rubbing my eyes.

"No. This is for you." Downey said in a perfectly uncaring manner. "After you go upstairs, shave, shower, and get dressed. You'll want to. We're going out."

I could've argued with him. As it was, I asked if he was my nanny and he told me someone had to take care of me because I obviously wasn't doing it. I wondered why he didn't ask where Margarita was. Maybe he already knew I'd broken things off with her.

I didn't argue, going upstairs and taking a fairly long shower. I shaved and soaped up. I kind've liked the long hair thing I was doing for Bucky Barnes. Y/N had liked it too. Maybe that's why I hadn't cut it yet.

Marvel productions had been stopped. Fans were worrying that it would be the last Marvel movie ever. I figured it wouldn't. Stan Lee didn't think it was the last one either. But I did know I wouldn't be playing Bucky Barnes.

I should probably look into selling this house. I had money stocked away, but this was the sort of house millionaires could afford. I doubted whatever job I got after this wasn't going to be paying half as well.

I got dressed in a simple polo shirt and jeans. I headed downstairs, pulling my hair into a slight man bun.

The eggs were done and tasted fairly good. I was surprised Downey could cook.

"Alright, what's the good news Robert?" I asked as I ate.

"First off, Christina Bobb, that's the lawyer that's going to represent you, she's already uncovered confidential emails, not only between both Anthony and Joe, but also between several other millionaires and celebrities. There was a lot of money put into this. She's also discovered- with the help of a few other lawyers- that it was never meant to be a Marvel Movie."

"I think that was pretty obvious." I grunted out.

"It was some sort of psychology project that was being funded by some of the Middle Eastern Governments and also one of the South American and one European Government. I don't know all of the psychological terms or what they meant, but in the short run, it sounds like it was to see how kids could react under different types of pressure. How one feels being singled out, how another feels if they're underlooked or given more attention. How they'll react if given advantages and disadvantages. It's disgusting really."

I just nodded. I knew that if I said something about having been there, about seeing it in reality, I was going to get that sympathetic look.

And the talk about seeing a therapist.

I didn't need a bloody therapist. I needed confirmation that Y/N had made it back alright. Anywhere in the United States, but I just needed to know she was safe, with her family.

"Is there any more news?" I asked.

"Mrs. Bobb is ninety-nine percent certain that we'll win the case. There were a lot of arrests made when the police swept through that facility. They've also got the man who almost raped Y/N, thought you'd want to know that. You can see him if you want. I've already prepared to pay a small bribe for them to turn their head so you can punch him across the face if you want. Just kidding, I barely had to pay anything. He's scum and they hate him."

"Well that does make me feel a bit better. If you'd told me that in the beginning, I would've worn a suit." I responded.

"We also get our checks even though the movie was never made." Robert said, pulling out an envelope and tossing it on my table. "$345 Mil."

I looked at him. "What?"

"Yep. They divided up the funds. Don't worry, Y/N and all of the other one-hundred and twenty other families already got their money. Not that it probably does anything for them. Y/N's mother already said she'd trade the money for her daughter. I don't blame her. If my daughter or son went missing I'd give everything I had for them back." Robert said.

"Yeah, me too." I murmured. I had no kids, but I thought it might be the same with wives. Or at least lovers.

Not that I could really call Y/N my lover.

"Oh yeah." Robert added as an afterthought. "And they found Y/N."

I choked on my next mouthful of eggs. "YOU TELL ME THAT PART LAST?! YOU BASTARD! WHERE IS SHE? WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW! OH MY GOD IS SHE OKAY? IS SHE HURT? WERE HER FRIENDS WITH HER? WHERE DID THEY FIND HER? HOW LONG AGO WAS SHE FOUND?"

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you right away. Wanted to give you a chance to eat and get cleaned up. She's in a hospital in Pahrump, Nevada. The other three girls are with them. Their families are already being flown out there. Evans and Hiddleston are already waiting on the jet as we speak. Benedict said he wanted to join us, I hope that's alright with you."

"Yeah, sure, let's go." I said, getting up from the table.

Robert said nothing, getting up and leading me out of the house. We drove in silence to the airport, and then no one said much of anything on the jet either.

I was going to see her. I wondered if she would even want to see me. My stomach felt like it was rolling in turmoil and I cursed Robert for making me eat.

"She's safe at least." Chris said next to me. He was being unusually serious and quiet. "That's something if anything else."

I nodded. "I know. I'm thankful for just that."

It was much to soon, and yet, not soon enough before the plane was landing in Nevada.

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creepling · 1 year ago

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> CREEPLING'S RULES

DNI/BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

-- no racists, anti-LGBT+, TERFs, xenophobes, fatphobic and misogynistic people. or just anyone who has hate in their heart. my blog is a safe place so, politely, fuck off.

-- any minors/ageless blogs DNI. i am an adult that writes adult content, and i do not feel comfortable with minors interacting with me.

-- blank blogs also DNI. this cess-pit of a site is full of bots and i'm not taking my chances. plus, it is restrictive interacting with blogless accounts and i like to do that with my followers.

-- if your account involves proana, ed, self-harm, TERF, right-wing politics, or loli/shota, high chances i won't fw you.

-- my fanfics will consist of dark content, smut and kinks. i tag my fanfics accordingly so DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with those subjects. please curate your own online experience, and you are free to block me to avoid my content; i won't take it personally.

-- fiction does not equal reality. i may write about certain things, but that does not mean i condone it irl. take that into consideration when reading my fanfics.

-- also have to drop the "i have a life outside fanfiction" type thing, but we all do. i may fall into inactivity from time to time, and that is okay. please do not demand me of my writing for your own consumption. remember i am a real person and deserve to be treated with respect.

REQUESTING INFORMATION

-- i am a majoritly x reader fanfic writer, but i do ships from time to time.

-- when writing reader i keep fem/gn in mind depending on the work. if you request male reader i'll try my hand at it, but full warning i haven't written male reader before.

-- my inbox is always open, but does not necessarily mean requests are open. i am always patient with my works and each request i accept might take a while to complete.

-- if you send a request, please state what you want in the piece. most notably the scenario and fem/gn/male/gen reader. the work will depend on how much i can write and what inspires me, so it can either be a one-shot, drabble or headcanon. i will state at the beginning which one it ends up being.

-- i also have the right to decline requests i do not want to write. whether that be because i do not think i can do it justice or it goes against my rules. if i decline your ask, it is never personal.

-- please refrain from duplicating asks, i always feel bad when i write a request that another writer is also working on. it makes things awkward.

WHAT I WRITE

age gaps (all 18+), breeding, breath play, cuckholding, corruption, dubcon, dacryphilia, drug use, degradation, femdom, fear play, knife play, kidnapping, mask kink, masturbation, monsterfucking, noncon, overstimulation, pegging, power dynamics, praising, s*x pollen, stepcest, spitting, somnophilia, voyeurism.

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

age play, bestiality, eating disorders, foot fetish, furry, gender dysphoria, race play, smut involving anything with high schools/minor's spaces, suicide, self-harm, scat, vomit, vore (no hate to these categories btw, it's just not my thing).

(reminder these are only for smut and dead dove fanfics, all fluff/angst categories i am fine with)

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

THE BATMAN - batman/bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler, selina kyle/catwoman.

BALDUR'S GATE III - astarion, gale, shadowheart, karlach, haslin, wyll.

DANONATION (PAUL DANO CHARACTERS) - dwayne hoover, eli sunday, edward nashton, jay (okja), pierre bezukhov, calvin weir-fields, klitz.

HORROR SLASHERS - michael myers, jason vorhees, bubba sawyer, ghostface, tommy slater, candyman, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair.

THE LAST OF US - joel miller, ellie willians, abby anderson.

MIDNIGHT MASS - paul hill, sheriff hassan, riley flynn, erin greene.

RESIDENT EVIL - leon s. kennedy, claire redfield, ada wong, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, ashley graham, luis serra navarro, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg.

SUPERNATURAL - sam winchester, dean winchester, azazel, bobby singer, ava wilson

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE GAME - johnny slaughter, sissy slaughter, hands slaughter, danny gaines, leland mckinney, sonny williams, julie crawford, connie taylor, ana flores.

THE BEAR - richie jerimovich, sydney adamu, neil fak, marcus

X-MEN - wolverine, cyborg, beast, rogue, gambit, magneto, nightcrawler, morph, pyro, storm.

(all subject to change!!)

#rules #read before following/requesting

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karmic-vibes · 2 years ago

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If I Can Dream

23 - Out There In the Dark, There’s a Beckoning Candle

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr / lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: mentions of period, being uncomfortable in body, general puberty angst

Year: 2001

“Um… papa? Dad?” Bobby started.

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, timidly making her way over to the couch where her parents were sitting. Eddie reached for the remote and muted the show they were watching so full attention could be on Bobby.

“What’s up, pumpkin?” Eddie asked.

“So, I just went to the bathroom and there was blood…”

“What do you mean? Like did you shit out blood, was there blood in your pee? Like what’re we talking?”

“Eddie!” Steve hissed.

“What? They’re valid questions!”

“Be a little more sensitive, Christ. She’s thirteen—don’t you think it’s more likely it’s just her period?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s more logical…”

“What’s a period?” Bobby asked.

“I… you… do you not know what a period is?” Steve asked.

“Do you know what a period is?” Eddie raised a brow. “Sweetie, did they not teach you any of this in health?” She shook her head and pouted. “Okay,” Eddie sighed, “I’m not gonna go too much in depth, but long story short, you bleed once a month for like a week.”

“For how long?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long am I gonna be bleeding once a month for?”

“Oh, sweetie… roughly until you’re fifty.”

“You’re joking.”

“Afraid not,” Eddie mumbled.

“So do you still bleed? O-Or get your period, I mean.”

“No, thank god. I got a hysterectomy when you were born.”

“Oh… can I get one?”

“No,” Eddie chuckled. “You’re still too young. Maybe when you’re older.”

“You were only twenty-two when you had me… isn’t that still pretty young?

“Yeah, but I had you. Most doctors don’t like doing stuff like that unless you already have a kid. Or unless the husband gives the okay. And it was dad’s idea, so it worked out.”

“Huh… that’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not... Bobbs, why don’t you go take a nice warm bath. I’m gonna run to the store and get some stuff for you.”

“Stuff… what do you mean stuff? Why do I need stuff?”

“Dear lord, we need to find you a new school. I’ll be back.”

That night, Eddie and Steve pampered their daughter more than they ever had before. Steve prepared her bath and cooked her favorite meal, while Eddie got anything and everything she could’ve needed, from pads, to Midol, to a heating pad. Bobby was insistent that none of the spoiling was necessary, but that didn’t stop the boys.

More than anything, they wanted to show their daughter how she deserved to be treated. They wanted her to know from a young age how special she was and to never settle for less, even with ‘taboo’ subjects.

A few months passed and Bobby was slowly starting to realize why her dads spoiled her so much every month. She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in her body. Between her period, random patches of acne, and not being as gifted as the other girls, she was miserable.

One day, Eddie noticed that she was wearing exclusively larger clothes. Bobby was gathering her belongings for school—as she headed for the front door, Eddie latched onto her bicep, pulling her back. She let out a sigh, rolled her eyes, and met her father’s gaze.

“Yes, father?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?” she lied.

“Bobby, I know you like the back of my hand. Something’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.”

“Really? Because you’re wearing clothes that are like two sizes too big. Your face is caked in foundation. It’s just… if this is what you like to wear and stuff, that’s fine, but you just don’t seem like you.”

“Papa, I’m fine.”

“Bee… when I was your age–”

“It doesn’t matter what you felt at my age. Of course you were hiding everything!”

“So you are hiding,” he smugly smirked. “Bobby, what’s going on? Hmm?”

“For the last time, I’m fine! Let it be, pops. I gotta go, I’m gonna be late.”

“You don’t want a ride?”

“No, Sandy’s coming to pick me up.”

“Alright… have a good day… I love you.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

Later that night, when the boys were cleaning up after dinner, Eddie tried bringing up the morning’s incident with his beloved husband.

“Hey, Stevie?”

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Have you noticed something off with Bee?”

“She’s just a teenager, Eds. She’s moody, she’s insecure, and she’s just trying to fit in. It’s already hard enough on her that she has two dads, one of which is famous, and… it’s hard for her. I’m sure you remember what it’s like being her age.”

“Yeah, but I’m not a fair comparison, Steve. Kinda had other things going on.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. I-I literally don’t know how to relate to her. While other girls were trying to make their chests look bigger—I was binding mine down. Everyone was looking at boys to figure out who to date—I was getting gender envy from most of them. It sucked Steve, sure, but I… I dunno, I wasn’t worrying about the same stuff most people were.”

“I know, honey… so, did you get gender envy from me?” Steve smirked.

“Stevie, I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to be you or fuck you. Turns out it was the latter.”

“In all seriousness,” Steve laughed. “Should we talk to Robin or Joyce or someone?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Are you guys talking about me?” Bobby frowned. She had walked into the kitchen with an empty water glass, hoping to get a refill.

“Oh, honey… we’re just worried. That’s all,” Steve said.

“For the last time, I’m fine!” she cried.

“Bobby, we love you and we just want you to be happy. It kills us to see you become this basket case.”

“Dad, since I’ve been a kid, people have made fun of me. I’ve been getting called a ‘freak of nature’ since I was what, five? I just… I just don’t fit in. My body doesn’t look like everyone else’s, my face always breaks out… it sucks.”

“Oh, sweet pea.” Both boys pulled her into a tight hug. Steve sighed, “I’m sorry your father and I’s marriage is making school hard for you. People are mean.”

“Yeah, they are,” She sniffed.

“It gets better, though,” Steve smiled.

“Yeah, bug, it does.”

“Oh, what do you two know? I mean, dad, you were popular in high school, and papa, you were popular by default because you were dating dad.”

“Honey, I was dubbed a freak, even by dad. And I was convinced he was going to leave me when I told him I was trans. Your teen years are gonna be rough, I’m not going to sugar coat that. You’re figuring out who you are, who you like, what you wanna do with your life. But, so is everyone else, and everyone has different ways of projecting that. Some people will try the fake it till you make it approach with their confidence. Some bounce from persona to persona until they find what they like. Then, some people—like you, my beautiful bug—become basket cases and shut out everyone until they realize who they are.”

“I’m not a basket case,” she pouted.

“But you are, love bug, and we’re worried about you,” Steve said with soft eyes. “How can we help you? Because we miss our bubbly girl.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do, dad… you’ve never been through what I have.”

“What about papa? He may be trans, but he still dealt with some of the girly stuff.”

“Really?”

“I mean, sorta,” Eddie shrugged. “Like, I got my period—obviously, or you wouldn’t be here. I had to deal with my boobs growing, body changing, and of course all the fucking torment from all the other girls.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was constantly made fun of for the clothes I wore, how ratty my hair was, and how small my boobs were.”

“So we’re all late bloomers, huh?” Bobby tiredly chuckled.

“I mean, I was actually kinda ‘gifted’, but I bound myself down everyday. The only time I didn’t was our first date.” He motioned to Steve and smiled.

“Oh, yeah… huh, I loved that dress.”

“I’m glad someone liked it,” Eddie scoffed. “Because lord did it give me terrible dysphoria.”

“I know, but I hated when you bound your chest.”

“Why? Missed staring at them?” Eddie teased.

“No, no! I mean… it hurt you,” he frowned. “You have scars left over from it being too tight for so many years. My heart broke the first time I unwrapped you.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but, Bee, it’s all the same shit. You’re gonna feel different, people are gonna project their problems onto you, and you’re gonna feel awkward in your skin for a while. Unfortunately, there really isn’t a way around it.”

“I wish there was,” She whispered.

“I know, bug.” Eddie pulled her in for a hug, gently rubbing her back. His cheek rested atop her head and the two swayed back and forth.

“I’m glad you’re my dad…”

“And I’m glad you’re mine, bug. I wouldn’t want anyone else. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” Eddie smiled contently, still holding his daughter close. “Y’know, I never wanted kids, and was super nervous when I got pregnant, but as soon as I saw you, I was in love. Now, I can’t picture a day away from you.”

“Good thing you’ve never been without me, then,” she giggled.

“Huh? Sweetie, I was gone for like three months when I went out on tour.”

“Oh, yeah… I totally forgot about that.”

“I haven’t gone back on the road because I couldn’t, and still can’t, stand being away from you. You are far more important than some money or some extra gigs.”

“I love you, papa.”

“I love you more, bug. Don’t be afraid to come to us with anything, okay? We’ll always do everything we can to help you. And if there’s nothing we can do, we’ll find someone to help.”

“I know, papa.”

“Alright…” They both pulled out of the hug—Eddie rubbed her arm in reassurance. “So, have you finished your homework?”

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