#dennis just let him in :( just one time just kiss :( i promise it won’t hurt (i’ll beat you to death with a hammer)

[macdenlover]

having a lot of big macdennis feelings but words aren’t coming to me good right now. but i need you guys to know there’s the energy of a long sophisticated analysis of their dynamic in this post 🫶

[renee-writer]

Out of Time Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-three

AO3

“After this long, do you really believe there will be anything there?”

 

A shrug. “Maybe not but, it wouldn’t hurt to try. Jenny, I need to be about something to help.”

 

“Ian, my heart, you kept Lallybroch up, giving us all a place to stay.”

 

“Aye, but I want to do more. I can take Murtagh with me. We have seen no other people since John and Kathleen came. Should be safe enough.”

 

“Enough! You are my world Ian Murray. Enough isn’t enough.”

 

He smiles, drawing her closer. Kissing the top of her head, he says, “I swear to return. To you and our bairns.”

 

The farm is producing well but winter is on the way. They need more supplies. He recalled there was a supermarket supply warehouse on the outskirts of Inverness. That is where is discussing going.

 

“You better.”

 

After discussing it with everyone, they all agree it is a good plan. Jamie offers to join them on what, should be no longer then a few days trip.

 

Everyone is stable and Heather will handle any small issues.

 

“As Jenny told Ian, you better return Jamie Fraser, or I will hunt you down and drag you back by your hair. Our family needs you.” She touches the small bump, including their latest in her declaration.

 

“I promise.” He kisses her soundly and then the slight bump.

 

Goodbyes in this time are hard. So they aren’t said as such. “See you later.” And “See you soon.” Replace them.

 

They head out. Taken the roadway, they make good time, arriving in Inverness a day later.

 

It is eerie. No sounds but their footfalls and the raising wind.  Cars driven by skeletons, line the streets.

 

“Lets hurry.” Murtagh states what they are all thinking.

 

Walking quickly and as quiet as they can, as not to disturb the dead, they make their way to the warehouse.

 

There are no obvious signs of damage. The approach with caution.

 

Guns at the ready, Ian opens the door.

 

“Halt! We have guns on you.” The voice surprises them all. Stopping, they place their hands up. “Good guys or bad?” The voice is of a teenager, they realize.

 

“Good,” Ian speaks for them, “I am Ian Murray, and these are my kinfolk, Jamie and Murtagh Fraser. We come from Lallybroch in the Highlands seeking supplies.”

 

“Just a minute.” They hear whispers. Several different voices but they can’t pinpoint how many. “Alright, come in, slowly keeping your hands up.”

 

They follow orders, each man recalling the promise made to his wife.

 

What they see, shocks them. They are all young. A quick count shows ten teens and a few children, a couple babies too. The later born after the mist, maybe a few of the children too.

 

Have they always been here, surviving on what the warehouse offers?

 

“May we place our hands down now?” Jamie asks.

 

“Okay. We don’t think you will hurt us.”

 

“We won’t. Have you been here since the Mist?”

 

“Yeah. Tom, Cassie, Brett, George and I, Harry, we were with our parents, shopping, when it hit. Denny, Kerri, Chris, Josh, and Lynn, they found us after. We tried to make a family. The children and babies are ours.”

 

Harry possessively draws them close with just a look.

 

“You have done well,” he knows he must be careful. They have grown up wild. Though they need the help the adults can provide, they may not want to take it, “very well. I am a doctor. If anyone needs my help, I will be happy to give it.”

 

Murtagh adds, “We also have a nurse, a teacher, and a psychiatrist at Lallybroch.”

 

“We farm and hunt. So there is lots of fresh food.” Ian adds.

 

A murmur raises among them. One voice stands out. “I don’t care. She needs it.” One of the lasses stands, a baby in her arms, “I am Lynn and this be Evie. She isn’t eating well.”

 

Jamie takes a step towards mother and child. Harry watches. Jamie sees when he lets go. A relaxing of his shoulders and a nod.

 

Lynn comes up to him. “I have milk. She just doesn’t  take enough.” She hands him the baby.

 

“Hello Evie. I am Dr. Jamie and I am going to look you over, okay?”

 

They have turned part of the huge space into a living area. He lays the baby on one of the couches. Wishing he brought his medical bag with him, he does what he can.

 

Using the stick from an ice pop, he opens her mouth. The problem is immediately evident. Her little throat is badly infected.

 

“She has a bad sore throat.”

 

“Can you fix her?”

 

“Aye Lynn. We have a supply of medicine at Lallybroch.”

 

“No! Here.” He looks to Harry but Murtagh speaks first.

 

“You have done an amazing job here. Keeping everyone together and safe. A man’s job. You should be proud. But a man needs to know when to accept help. This baby needs medicine. We can provide that. Schooling for the little ones, my wife is the teacher and she is excellent. You can lay this burden down. We aren’t trying to take your family. Just trying to help you with them.”

 

“You swear my children will stay mine?”

 

“We do.” The others echo him.

 

“Alright. We will go with you.” They watch the load roll off him with every word.

 

A census is taken. There are three separate families, men with common law wives and children.

 

They find many medical needs and more psychological ones. With their education stopped at twelve and thirteen and none of the new children with any schooling, Mary will have her hands full.

 

Jamie writes down all their names and family relations, as well as each ones specific need. With Evie refusing any milk heading out immediately is necessary.

 

“There is a big lorry in the back.” Josh says. “we don’t know if it works.”

 

It does. The men and teen boys load it up. Then everyone is loaded in it. Girls and children in the extended cab, the guys in the back.

 

They head to Lallybroch.

[mooresomore]

Buck woke up to the sunlight filtering through the window. The other side of the bed was cold, which meant Eddie had been up for a while. Christopher had stayed the night with his Abuela, so it was just the two of them in the house. 

Buck made his way downstairs, where he found Eddie sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in an old LAFD academy shirt. The way the shirt was just slightly too big on him instantly told Buck that it was Buck’s shirt.

“Morning.” Buck said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting down at the table beside Eddie. And yep, there was the “Buckley” in faint print above Eddie’s heart. Buck didn’t miss the way it made his heart flip still, even though they’d been together for 4 years now (and had just gotten married 6 months ago). “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“I did.” Buck said. “That shirt looks good on you.”

Eddie flushed a little. “Oh. Sorry about that. I just grabbed the first one in the drawer. I was trying to not wake you up.”

“Never said I didn’t like it,” Buck leaned across the table and stole a kiss. “Besides, it’s kinda hot to see you wearing my clothes. Not gonna lie.”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed a little. “Noted.”

“I just wish I could wear yours a little more, you know.” Buck said. “You know, without stretching them out.”

“Hey, I love it.” Eddie says. “Besides, most of them I’m not wearing anyway, so it’s not a big deal.” He pauses for a minute before looking at Buck. “You really don’t stretch them out so much. I like seeing you in my things. Gives me those ‘he’s mine’ feelings.”

Buck looked at Eddie. “Noted. I’m taking it you haven’t eaten yet?”

“No.” Eddie said. “Again, trying to not wake you up. The smoke alarm would have defeated that purpose.”

They both shared a laugh. “You’re getting better.” Buck said. 

“Maybe I’ll master making a full course meal by the time Christopher graduates college and moves out.” Eddie said.

“I’ll always be here to eat it.” Buck said.

“What are your plans for today?” Eddie asked, changing the subject. He didn’t want to think about Christopher getting too old to need them (which in turn made him think about him and Buck getting older too).

“Didn’t really have any. What you got in mind?”

“Let’s go get Chris and take a family day to the zoo?” Eddie suggested.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan.” Buck said. “You gonna change clothes?”

“Not unless you want me to.” Eddie said. Those words hit Buck like a two by four to the chest. Eddie didn’t have a problem with everyone seeing him out in his husband’s shirt.

“I don’t.” Buck said, coming to sit in Eddie’s lap. “I think that’s really hot actually, and I’ll show you how much I like it later.”

“Or you could now?” Eddie asked. “I mean, since our son will be here tonight and we can’t do all the things we want to do to each other…”

“Ok, bedroom.” Buck didn’t need to think twice.

A little while later, they were both fully showered and on their way to get Christopher (Buck had found one of Eddie’s old academy shirts too and put it on- they almost weren’t able to make it out of house when Eddie realized that; Buck had promised Eddie a reward though if he was good during the outing).

They were at the zoo when they ran into Hen, Karen, and Denny. Karen and Hen shared knowing looks with each other after seeing the shirts, but they didn’t say anything (Hen just raised her eyebrows at Buck, who grinned like the cat that had eaten the canary). It was Christopher who came up with the zinger that made them all laugh until their sides hurt.

“My dads are a married couple who wear each other’s clothes in public.” He said, looking at Denny. “They are so gross, even if they think it’s cute.”

Buck was wheezing looking at Eddie, who looked scandalized at his son thinking he was gross. Karen and Hen were laughing so hard they were crying.

“Get used to it son.” Buck teased Christopher, ruffling his hair. “Because we are so that married gross couple. You just wait. There’s more to come.”

“Argh!” Christopher threw up his hands in fake disgust. “I can’t even with you two right now. Come on Denny.” The two boys went walking ahead of the group; the four adults broke into another round of laughter, and then Karen and Hen went with the boys, leaving Eddie and Buck by themselves for a minute.

“Eds, you know Chris is kidding, right?” Buck asked, seeing Eddie still looking like Christopher’s words were weighing on his mind.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “But what if he isn’t? What if sharing clothes really does bother him?”

“We’ll talk with him when we get home, ok? This isn’t the place for it. If he’s not ok with it, we can stop. But that’s a family conversation. Now, let’s go catch up with them.”

“Alright.” Eddie said. He tried to put on a face that made it look like the scene that had just happened was all in his head, but he knew Buck could see right through it. Especially when Buck grabbed his hand and held on tight.

The rest of the trip passed by in a flash (not quick enough, if Eddie was being honest; he just wanted to get home and talk to his son); when they were home, the first thing Eddie did was go into the bedroom and grab one of his old army shirts and put it on. He didn’t miss the way Buck’s face fell. He really felt bad when Buck didn’t say a word and changed his own shirt as well.

“Christopher, can you come in here for a second?” Eddie asked; Christopher came into the living room to find Eddie and Buck sitting on opposite ends of the couch. 

“What’s up?” Christopher asked.

“Sit down.” Christopher took the space in between Eddie and Buck; this seemed like a serious conversation.

“Did you really mean what you said today at the zoo?” Eddie asked. “Where we grossed you out by wearing each other’s clothes.”

“Dad,” Christopher groaned. “Of course I didn’t. You know I’m going through my ‘you guys are my parents and everything you do is embarrassing’ phase. Wait,” Christopher paused. “You really thought…”

“Yeah.” Eddie said.

“Dad, no. I love you and Buck so much. I love that he makes you happy and you make him happy.” Christopher said. 

“See Eddie? I told you our son was just kidding.” Buck said. He turned and looked at Christopher. “Your dad here was worried we were being too much for you and that you really meant what you said.”

“Never.” Christopher said, leaning over and giving Eddie a hug. “I love you dad.”

“Love you too buddy.” Eddie said.

***

“See?” Buck said as they climbed into bed that night. “Using your words gets you the answers you need instead of just assuming the worst is happening.”

“Fine. You win this time.” Eddie said, turning in Buck’s arms so they were chest-to-chest. “But you get to deal with him during his horrible teenage tantrums.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Buck laughed. “Those are all you. Besides, I can already see him yelling at me that I’m not his real dad.” Oh shit, I didn’t mean to say that last sentence out loud.

Eddie sat up so fast he almost connected with Buck’s chin. “Don’t you dare say that.”

“Eds, it’s the truth. I’m not. No matter how much you or he say I am. I’ve seen it before- I’ve done it before. I told Maddie she wasn’t my mom so many times, even though she was the one basically raising me.” Buck said. “It’s a part of it.”

Eddie thought back to his own teen years and the fights he and his parents would have. “I know. I just… I need you here as my partner through it.”

“I will be. I’m not going anywhere.” Buck promised. “I just can’t promise I won’t panic or won’t react when it does happen.”

“We’ll get there when we do.” Eddie said. “We still got a couple years left. For now, let’s just be the embarrassing parents.”

“I can settle for that.” Buck said. “Come on back down here. I was comfortable.”

“I was too.” Eddie agreed, letting his head slide back down onto Buck’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

In the morning, when Buck had waffles on the griddle, Eddie knew it was a peace offering for last night. He didn’t say a word though; he just went and got Christopher out of bed and downstairs, and that’s when he realized Buck was wearing his old Army t-shirt. The one that had always been slightly big on Eddie. It fit Buck perfectly though. And seeing his own last name splayed across Buck’s back did some things that Eddie couldn’t talk about (or do) in front of Christopher. Buck seemed to know what Eddie was thinking though, because he mouthed, “Later”.

Eddie had married the best person ever. That was his story, and he was sticking to it.

[caitlesshea]

love slipped beyond your reaches

Buck and Eddie are separated. Can an accident help them find their way back to each other?

“Papa!”

Buck startles at the sound of Christopher’s scream, only for it to be followed up by the cries from his sister CiCi. 

“Shit,” Buck whispers as he and Hen run outside to see what happened. 

“CiCi? Chris? What happened?” Buck asks as Hen looks over CiCi, who’s cradling her wrist. 

“She fell,” Chris says, barely holding it together. Even though he’s fifteen, seeing his baby sister hurt isn’t easy. 

“Looks like it’s broken, Buckaroo.”

“You sure?” Buck asks as he pulls CiCi closer to him. Hen nods. 

“Go. I’ll watch Chris, and I’ll bring him by later when you’re home.

“Okay. Thank you.” Buck scoops up CiCi, even though she’s five.

“Chris?”

“Go, Papa, we’ll be fine,” Chris says simply and comes up to kiss CiCi’s forehead. “Plus Denny and I wanted to try this new game.”

“Or you both could do your homework,” Hen responds and they groan. “Go, Buck.”

“Alright. C’mon CiCi, hospital for you, sweetie.”

“Papa, no.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Your wrist looks broken.”

CiCi just cries some more as he puts her into her booster seat. 

Buck drives them to the hospital, heart aching for CiCi, and for Chris and Denny having to witness her falling. 

Buck’s going to have to tell Eddie, knowing he can’t keep this from him, even if he’s on shift. 

When they pull up to the hospital and finally get checked in, Buck pulls out his phone. 

To Eddie: CiCi fell on her wrist when we were at Hen’s. Took her to the ER. Chris is still at Hen’s, will update you when we see a dr

He leaves the text like that, hopeful they aren’t on a call and Eddie will respond sooner rather than later. 

He isn’t looking forward to seeing him sooner than scheduled, with the kids spending the last two days with Buck, and would be until it was his turn to be on shift. 

“Papa, my arm hurts,” CiCi whines into his side. 

“I know, baby. Hopefully we see the doctor soon.”

Buck puts a hand against his forehead, chastising himself for thinking of himself when his daughter probably has a broken wrist. 

Even though he and Eddie separated nearly nine months ago, it doesn’t make it any easier to see each other, especially in a situation where one of the kids is hurt. 

“Cecilia Buckey-Diaz?”

“That’s us,” Buck says back to the nurse and picks up CiCi. 

When they take her to X-ray, Buck calls Maddie, after seeing no response from Eddie. 

“Hey, baby brother,” Maddie greets cheerfully. 

“Hey, Mads.”

“What’s wrong?” Maddie asks immediately and Buck nearly breaks down. 

“CiCi fell, we’re at the hospital, broken wrist.”

“Oh no, poor kid. Where’s Chris?”

“Still at Hen’s.”

“Have you told Eddie?” 

“I texted him,” Buck responds hotly.

“Evan,” Maddie scolds.

“What?” 

“You need to call him, she’s his daughter, too.”

“You think I don’t know that,” Buck snaps and then winces at his tone. “Shit, I’m sorry Maddie. You’re right, I’ll call.”

“Good. Let me know how it goes with CiCi, too. I can stop over and bring dinner later?”

“No, don’t worry about it, thanks though.” 

“Love you, Ev.”

“Love you, too, Mads.”

Buck hangs up, more wrung out than he was before the call, and plays with his phone, debating on whether or not to call Eddie. 

Before he can decide they’ve wheeled CiCi back from X-ray and Buck smiles. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Papa,” CiCi whines tiredly. 

“The doctor will be in soon to go over the X-rays and discuss next steps.”

“Thank you.” Buck helps CiCi back up onto the bed, running his fingers through her hair as she rests. 

By the time she falls asleep the doctor is telling them that she did break her wrist and she’ll need a cast for six weeks. 

Buck wakes her up so she can pick a color. Just as she chooses pink, Eddie rushes into the room. 

“Evan?” 

“Hey, she’s okay. Broken wrist. They’re putting the cast on now,” Buck placates. 

Eddie shoots him a dark look as he moves toward the bed. As soon as CiCi sees him she lights up. 

“Daddy! They’re giving me a pink cast.”

“I see that, sweetheart.” Eddie sits in the other chair and holds CiCi’s other hand, the two of them chatting about what happened. 

Buck bites his tongue because if he doesn’t he’ll say something like ‘you could’ve texted me back’ or some other snarky remark that won’t help matters. 

He doesn’t know when their easy conversations and flirty banter turned into biting remarks and heated words. 

He almost wishes they yelled at each other, away from the kids, of course, but yelling might get them somewhere other than dirty looks and resentment. 

“Alright, Mr. Buckley-Diaz, she’s good to go. Tylenol for the pain, but that should go away in a day or two. Watch for fevers, don’t get the cast wet. You know the drill,” The doctor says to both of them and hands Buck a packet of care instructions.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” The doctor smiles. “We’ll see you back to take this off next month.”

Buck helps CiCi get down off the bed while Eddie grabs their things. 

“I’ll take her home if you wouldn’t mind picking up Chris?” Buck asks as he gets CiCi buckled into the Jeep. 

“Sure. I’ll bring him to you.”

“Thanks.” 

Buck turns away as Eddie kisses CiCi’s forehead, promising he’ll see her soon. 

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

“I want pizza for dinner, Papa.” 

Buck snorts. “Fine, but only because you got hurt.”

CiCi smiles and Buck breathes for the first time in what feels like hours. 

When they get home Buck sets CiCi up on the couch while he orders pizza. He orders Eddie’s favorites, too, figuring he’ll want to stay for a little bit. 

Buck looks around at his small house, something he rents for cheap while they figure out how to separate their finances. 

It hurts his heart to think of their home and how Eddie still lives there. It was only right, after all, it was Eddie’s place first. When it was just him and Chris. 

Buck isn’t sure he has a safe space anymore. 

He’s brought out of his musings by the sound of a key turning in the door, signaling Eddie is back with Chris. 

Chris waves to him and makes a beeline for CiCi, absolutely thrilled that he’s the first to sign her new cast. 

Buck turns and looks at Eddie, who’s standing there looking out of place in Buck’s home. 

And isn’t that a punch to the gut. 

Eddie’s staring at some of the pictures that line the wall, eyes fixated on one of the four of them. 

“The kids…” Buck clears his throat. “They wanted to hang that photo.”

Buck doesn’t know why he’s explaining himself. It’s his house and both Chris and CiCi had been adamant about having at least one photo of Eddie. Chris also has a picture of Shannon in his room. 

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just nods and shoves his hands in his pockets. A sure sign that he’s either nervous or annoyed. Probably both. 

“I, uh, ordered pizza. I figured you’d want to stay?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“It is. I just have to finish up some of the dinners for tomorrow, so you can?”

“I’ll stay in the kitchen, I think Chris wants time with her.”

“Sure. Drink?” Buck rubs his hands on his pants as he grabs two beers and hands one to Eddie.

They haven’t talked just the two of them in a long time and Buck isn’t sure what to say. He busies himself with finishing up the last two dishes he was going to send with the kids to Eddie’s tomorrow. 

“Thanks,” Eddie clears his throat. “For cooking.”

“Of course. Don’t want the kids to starve.” 

It’s not a lie, of course, but it makes Buck feel useful, cooking for his family. Even if Eddie doesn’t want him anymore at least he still likes his cooking. 

“Right.” 

“Hen said, uh…” Eddie pauses and then shakes his head. “We can redo the playdate in a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, I was texting her. Thanks.” 

Buck sticks one lasagna in the fridge and gets to work on the chicken pasta. He can feel Eddie staring at him, as his neck prickles with awareness. 

Where he’d once welcomed that scrutiny now it just makes him feel anxious. 

“We should,” Buck clears his throat. “Maybe we can do family dinners once a week, Sunday’s?” 

“Oh, you’d want to?”

“The kids have mentioned it, since we both have a couple of hours before my night shift on Sundays.” 

It’s not a total lie. The kids have asked for family dinners, and he feels like tonight will only bring on more questions. But, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t also wanting them. 

“Sure. Yeah, I think we could do that.” 

“Really?” Buck asks, shocked that Eddie agreed. 

“Well only if you’re cooking.”

Buck snorts. “Of course.” 

Eddie laughs and the familiar banter makes Buck pause. This is the longest they’ve gone without snapping at each other in such a long time that Buck almost forgot what Eddie sounds like when he’s laughing. 

“What happened to us?” Buck asks quietly after a moment. 

“Evan.”

“I’m serious,” Buck turns around so he’s facing Eddie, mindful of the kids in the living room. “We never used to fight, it never used to feel like I couldn’t breathe around you.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“But you do know, Eddie.” Buck stares at Eddie, waiting. 

“It just got overwhelming. Chris’ latest surgery, him going to college, the home improvements, CiCi needing braces. I felt like we were drowning. I know we weren’t but it was too much and I started snapping at you and then I couldn’t stop.” 

Buck knew that. He knew most of that, but to hear it laid out, so clearly, makes his heart hurt. 

“I’m not saying I move back in, even though finances are tight, but maybe a counselor…”

“I’ll do it.”

“Wait, really?”

“Evan. I hate that I can’t talk to you anymore, more so after you left, and I want to.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks and Buck’s feeling hopeful. 

“Yeah, but you’re taking me on a date first.”

Buck smiles at Eddie and waits for him to answer. 

“Deal.” 

[alovesongshewrote]

Almost A Thousand Years - Battle Royal | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years.  You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years.  And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain.  But somewhere in that time, things changed.  [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count:  2,975

Warnings: (Y/N) is traumatized, but you knew that already

A/N:  IT’S B A C K, SHE’S HOME

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You were very pleased to finally get a nap.  

It took a few minutes of answering questions, and by the end of it you’d basically told Claire and Steve every secret you’d ever had, but it was worth it.  You’d answer all of their questions and a million more if it meant you got to take another nap in the corner of Douxie’s room.

Waking up to general panic, however, was not as good.

“Morgana’s alive and coming for us!”

You sat up just in time to see Morgana’s hand reach through a shadow portal, only for Claire to shut the thing before any real damage could be done.

“Well… that’s not good,”

“Douxie, what do we do?”

Your wizard turned to face you, then Claire, then the empty space where the portal had been.

“Merlin?”

You nodded, “Yeah, Merlin,”

It took you less than a minute to wake up from your nap, and five minutes to get to Merlin’s workshop.  After that, it only took you an eternity to convince him that Morgana had really returned.

“I swear, Morgana’s not dead!”

“Rubbish,”

“It’s true, master.  She saw her in the shadow realm, which is great for saving history,”

��But she’s coming to attack the kingdom any second!”

“Which is less great,”

“We are all in grave danger,”

“And what were you doing in the shadow realm, hmm?  Its dark mirrors trick you, sozzle your mind.  Morgana is dead, and no magic can change that.  I haven’t time to chase ghosts.  We have more immediate threats,”

Typical Merlin, unwilling to listen to anyone except Arthur.  But something he said struck a chord with you.  No magic could bring Morgana back, at least no magic Merlin knew of.  You, however, had some experience with a different kind of magic, one that had some alarming potential.

“Morgana is a threat!”

“Listen well, girl, even if she had cheated death, we don’t stand a chance if Gunmar attacks before I finish the amulet,”

Past Douxie kicked down the door.  He was talking, they all were, but you were very lost in thought.  The Arcane Order had mentioned something about being older than the stars, and that meant they were round now.  If their magic could possess you, and create the green knight, then-

“I know you think we’re just a bunch of dumb teens, but we have to defend Camelot from disaster,”

“Hey, guys?  What if we’re thinking of the wrong disaster,”

You had Douxie and Claire’s attention, but not Merlin’s.  What else is new.

“Think about it.  Morgana had to be brought back by extremely powerful magic.  Maybe Gandalf over here can’t think of anything that could do that, but I think I have a good idea of we might be facing,”

Your wizard and the sorceress watched you with anticipation, but Merlin had no time for this.  With a wave of his hand, half-masks appeared, covering the bottom of your face.  The same thing happened to Claire and Douxie. 

“Silence!”

“Wizard got your tongues?”

You couldn’t speak, but with the limited knowledge of morse code that you’d picked up in the wars, you told Archie that you would fight him in a Denny’s parking lot whenever the opportunity arose.

“If you truly believe the kingdom’s in danger, then go protect it… outside.  I’ve an amulet to finish,”

Green magic surrounded you, lifting you, Douxie, Claire and Archie out the door and away from Merlin.

As much as you hated being silenced, it was kind of fun to watch Douxie struggle to remove the masks.  It took a few minutes for the green magic surrounding you and Claire to turn blue, and when it did, you were thankful enough to help your wizard with his gag.

“No sign of Morgana anywhere,”

“Nothing but unwashed plebeians stuffing their faces, eh, Steve?”

If you looked into the crowd, you could see Steve, an unwashed plebeian, stuffing his face.  

You turned your attention from the teenager, who was now running towards your small group, to watch Arthur give his little speech.  To be honest, you weren’t actually that focused on what the king was saying.  In fact, you had zoned right out until he mentioned Bular. 

At the king’s command, the troll was brought out into the shadows where the public could see him.  The Gumm-Gumm prince roared, and you heard screams echo out through the crowd, one of which came from Steve.

You, on the other hand, didn’t scream.  Instead, you took a few steps back, clenching your jaw and your fists.  Seeing the face of the troll who had stalked you for a century, gotten you tortured, and tried to kill you and your friends was not something you’d been looking forward to.

Douxie noticed your discomfort and grabbed your hand, “You alright, love?”

“Not really, no,”

Your wizard looked around, forming a plan, “Ok, guys, come this way,”

You followed his lead and found yourself in a shaded alleyway discussing the plan.  It wasn’t much, but it was way better than being anywhere near Bular.

“Right, we know Arthur’s the main target.  I’ll draw stasis traps around the perimeter, put up defensive wards-” Steve cut him off, not with words, but with food, “I forgot how good these tasted.  The ones in the future aren’t the same,”

You may have been viscerally upset by the fact that the Gumm-Gumm prince was anywhere near you, but you weren’t heartless.  The sight of your boyfriend enjoying a part of his old home brought a smile to your face.  Claire, however, had no time for this.

“Guys, this is Morgana we’re talking about.  We can’t just wait for her to slice our throats,”

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, Steve, but I’d rather not die horribly this week,”

“She’ll find a way in, she’s not just powerful,”

Archie flew down, perching on your shoulder in his dragon form, “No sign of any sorceresses, but then again, all you humans do look the same,”

“She is crafty.  She’ll try to infiltrate the tournament,” your gang, minus Steve, started to walk down the street, “We have to go on the offensive, root the witch out,”

“You do that. We’ll secure the castle,”

Claire looked between you and the wizard.  You gave her a nod, Douxie gave her a high-five, and the three of you ran off, Archie flying behind you.

You wanted to avoid Bular as much as possible, so you followed your wizard, placing your own protective warding around his.  It didn’t take too long for your mood to improve greatly.  Spending time with your loved ones just kinda does that sometimes.

“And there.  The king’s chambers and Merlin’s tower, completely warded.  No evil sorceress getting in now, eh?”

“Oh, you’ve done it alright.  Overdone it,”

You cringed as a bypasser found himself trapped in one of Douxie’s sigils, and you walked over with him to free the poor dude.

“Well, at least the castle’s safe,”

“As safe as it can be when an evil sorceress is breathing down your neck,” you crossed your arms, looking around at your work, “I really hope we never have to use these,”

Douxie wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a hand on the side of your face, turning you to look at him, “You never know, love, but whatever comes next, I promise I will keep you safe.  I won’t let anyone, Arcane Order included, hurt you again,”  the emotion in his voice almost surprised you.  

You knew that what the Order did to you had caused damage, both physical and mental, but you’d never really realized that had done the same to him.  Obviously, you were worse off, but you just now realized just how much guilt Douxie felt over this, and it made you feel a lot worse.  You already knew that he would blame himself and that it would just add to the guilt he already felt about messing up time (which was not his fault), but you had miscalculated just how much remorse the man you loved would feel.

You didn’t say anything.  How could you say or do anything other than pull him towards you and bury your face in his chest?

“Thank you, Douxie,” you looked up into his hazel eyes, “And uh, just in case you were wondering, I’ve got your back also,”

He smiled, letting out a small laugh, “I know.  Thank you, darling,”

“Ay, no need to thank me,” you said, a lazy grin on your face as you kissed your wizard. 

Your hands moved from his back to rest on his neck.  Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic thought, but you were really glad that you weren’t driven to strangle him.  You broke the kiss, still grinning.  He turned his face, taking one of your hands and kissing it.  

“I love you,” his words were a little muffled by your hand, but that didn’t take away any of the meaning.

If possible, your smile got bigger, “I love you too,”

Externally, everything was quiet and peaceful, but internally, you were screaming and thinking, “Fuckin finally!” over and over again.

This might have been a bad idea for a future you, but screw it.  You’d been waiting for this for long enough, and the same went for Douxie.  You had been through a lot in the past few decades, and you both deserved a goddamn break, and to spend some time with each other.

But clearly, the universe did not agree.

“OI, the king summons you!”  oh wow, and it was Gallahad specifically ruining the moment, which is, what, the second time he’s done that?  He grabbed your boyfriend and shook him around a little before continuing, “Come with me at once!”

“What-”

You and Archie shared a glance of mutual confusion before following the knight and the wizard.

“We have reached the time that’s not the beginning, but not the end!  A half-time, if you will.  Enjoy this match of misfits, my lord!”

“Ugh, I thought the king was in danger, not looking to use my friend as a sideshow,”

“Well, that’s Camelot for you,”  

While the crowd watched Archie burn a gnome to a crisp, you watched Bular, who sat looking extremely bored, in his corner.  Technically speaking, he hadn’t sent spies after you, ordered your torture, or tried to kill your friends yet, but you knew he would one day, and that was enough to set you on edge.

Douxie slipped a hand into yours, squeezing it reassuringly, and you smiled.  You may have been a ball of nerves and edges at that moment, but you still had a heart.

“Now, the formidable Knight of Skulls and his challenger, Sir Clairee of the House of Nuñez!”

Now, you were always down for a good scheme, but this was a little too unexpected.  Your jaw dropped as you watched Claire enter the field dressed in her purple armour.  Without a second thought, both you and Douxie had thrown yourselves over the stand you’d been in to get closer to the girl.

“What is she doing?”

“I think she’s Mulan-ing it,”

Whatever the hell Claire was doing, she did it with style, fighting with grace and elegance in a swirl of purple and black.  She was doing well until her opponent grabbed Steve’s drink and threw it in her face.  The girl fell back and the Knight of Skulls raised his axe above her head.  With no other option, Claire used her magic to throw the guy against the wall.

“Sorcery?  That is forbidden!”

“Yeah, but you have to admit it’s pretty epic,”

Claire didn’t give a shit about what Arthur had to say, something you respected.  The girl got straight to business interrogating the fallen knight.  You didn’t know why she was doing it, but you assumed she had reasons.

Or you did until she flipped the guy’s helmet off revealing a very confused red-haired dude.

Lancelot and another guard grabbed Claire, removing her helmet and revealing that she was, in fact, a woman.  This mattered to no one.  What did matter, was that she had used magic.

“The witch is disqualified!”

“You both fight with no honour!  Begone!”

“Well, that isn’t the worst thing that could have happened,”

“Hail, Morgana!”

“But that is!”

A man with a green glowing blade appeared behind Arthur, prepared to stab him.  Before he had the chance, Claire portaled the assassin out onto the field where he transformed into a troll.

“Oop, changeling,” you muttered, earning a half-smile from Douxie.

The creature laughed as it drew more green knives, one for each of his four hands.  Lovely.

“Yep, changeling.  Protect the king!”  Douxie yelled as said changeling threw two knives.  The blades hit their marks, turning two guards to stone.

The situation somehow got worse as the king entered the fray, jumping in front of the creature.  The changeling, however, did not attack the king, instead, he elected to make your worst nightmares come true.

“Run free, Gumm-Gumm prince,”

“At last!”

“(Y/N), run,” Douxie said before he, too, threw himself right into danger.

As Bular pounced on the king, Douxie created a shield around himself and Arthur.  Upon impact, the sphere-shaped defence rolled away and out of the courtyard.  Bular wasted no time going after them, not even giving you a second glance.  You supposed you should be relieved, but you could feel the hits Douxie was taking, and suddenly relief was out of the question.  

You went to follow the king and your wizard when the kingdom exploded.  You braced yourself for a moment before continuing on your course.  Bombs or not, you were going to protect your wizard.  And also the king.  That was probably important.

You made it out of the yard just in time to see Bular jump through the flames and over the now crumbling walls of Camelot to his freedom.  Cool, dope, the threat to your life was gone.  Now all that was left was the threat to Arthur’s life.

Speaking of, you darted in front of the king, creating a shield just as the changeling attacked.  It bounced off the force-field you’d created, giving you enough time to draw your sword.  Your friends and Lancelot stood tall, protecting the king, weapons at the ready.  It probably looked awesome, but you couldn’t tell.  Fortunately for you, I can tell, and it did look awesome.

“Stay back!”

The creature growled, “Fools, I’ve already won!”

Your eyes widened as you watched explosions surround the castle, each one contained in a force-field of its own.

“Merlin’s tower!”

“Good call with the defences, guys!”

“Yeah, but they won’t last long,”

“Oh no, Douxie,” Archie warned, flying towards you.

“What?”

“The other Douxie!  With the man-bun, in the tower?”

“fUCK!”

“Ohhhhh fUZZBUCKETS!”

You, Douxie and Claire bolted to the castle, but your speed did not stop your snark, “Still not gonna say it?”

“Be patient, love!”

By the time you got to the castle, green smoke was everywhere.  True, it was surrounded by shields, but that didn’t make it any less horrifying.

Douxie was equally horrified, if not more so.  This was his home once, and watching it go up in flames was not a pleasant experience.  It also put the thought of Claire, or worse, you going up in flames into his head, and that made him feel sick.

“(Y/N), Claire, stay here, help the civilians,”

“Are you kidding!?”

“Douxie, we can help!”

You looked around.  The civilians were, in fact, in need of help, and as much as you wanted to help your friends, the people needed you more.  But that didn’t mean Claire had to stick with you.  She was good in a fight, and you were more of a doctor.  It just made sense for them to do this.

“Ok, you guys go, I’ll stay,”

“(Y/N)-” 

You cut off Claire’s protests, “Ah, ah, no, we don’t have time for this, just-” you took a second to kiss Douxie, because you did have time for that,  “Come back to me, ok?”

They both nodded, and you ran off in separate directions.  

Healing calmed you.  Sure, you could fight and whatever else, but healing was your passion.  You hadn’t studied medicine for centuries for nothing.  Taking on your role as a doctor cleared your mind.  You were able to direct people to the safest places, protecting them from falling debris and fixing whatever wounds they had.

Then there was another explosion and your mind went fuzzy again.  You didn’t feel any pain, so Douxie was probably fine, but you were still concerned.  You ran back to where you’d left Steve and the knights, just in time to see the kid get himself knighted.

Everyone was alive, thank god, and they all appeared to be in decent condition, except for past Douxie who was passed out in a barrel.

“Do you have an explanation for that, or should I just assume you’re trying to give your past self head trauma?”

Douxie just laughed, and you hugged him, sticking with the head trauma theory because no other answer had been provided.

You relaxed into his hold, returning the hug, “Hey, can you do me a favour and never run into an exploding building again, please?  Thank you,”

“I don’t plan on it, love,”

You smirked a little as you pulled away from his embrace, your hands remaining intertwined, “Good,  would be worried if you did,”

Douxie laughed again, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you went to check on Claire and Steve.

It was just then that Merlin finally fucking noticed that his two apprentices were getting along.  Even the old wizard had to admit, it was nice seeing you two not trying to murder each other.  It really looked like that binding spell paid off.

A win for team Merlin.

[ravens-words]

Prelude to Light, Part 2 of 6

Seeing Alex like this, soft and fond, with one kid in his arms and one leaning against his leg, was making it harder and harder for him to keep from spilling all his feelings out.

Five times Michael watched, and pined away after, Alex interacting with others' kids and the one time it was their kid.

For @benkouji726 🖤

II.

Michael rarely, if ever, crossed paths with Alex in town, so he was surprised when he bumped into him on his way out of the Crashdown. 

"Shit," Alex cursed, transferring the coffee from one hand to another in order to wipe off the coffee that had burned him on his jeans. 

"Hey, little ears!" 

Bradley, Alex's former squadmate, whom Michael had last seen three weeks ago, had one of his hands covering a little boy's ears as he glared at Alex. 

Michael smiled at the man and offered him a hand to shake as Alex rolled his eyes and huffed. "You say that like you and Linda don't curse at basically everything all the time."

Bradley opened his mouth as if to protest, only to concede to his point with a shrug. 

"Hey, Guerin," Alex greeted him brightly. 

Michael grinned. "Hi. Sorry about that," he indicated his burnt hand.

Alex waved him off. "It's fi-"

"Hey, Michael should keep you and the kids comapny tonight!" Bradley interrupted him and Alex stared at him in confusion.

Michael himself was confused, too.  "What kids?"

"Alex here volunteered-"

"I was blackmailed," Alex muttered, only to receive an elbow to the side. 

"He volunteered to watch the kids, so that my wife and I can go on a date. You should keep him company. Hey," he exclaimed, snapping his fingers and pointing at Michael.  "Come with us right now! You can meet Allie and Brie!" 

Michael stared at him, a little incredulous. The guy was smiling widely, but there was a glint in his eye that told Michael he was up to something. Michael's eyes darted over to Alex, who was staring at his friend like he'd grown two heads. 

Michael's heart sank and he did his best to smile convincingly. "Maybe another time. I'l-"

"You should come," Alex interrupted him softly, words quiet but sincere. Or maybe that was just Michael's wishful thinking. "If you're not busy?"

He was giving him an out, and Michael didn't even consider taking it, desperate as he was to spend some time with Alex that didn't involve any discussions about imminent disasters.

"I'd love to."

Alex's answering smile, small as it was, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in a long time. 

...

The car ride to Alex's house was filled with kid songs and Alex mocking Bradley for it. Michael's cheeks actually hurt from the non-stop smiling. 

When they got to the house, there was the sound of laughter, the source of which was a woman sitting by the pool, legs tipped in and watching a kid that looked about four years old flailing around in the water. "Dad!" The little girl said excitedly once she spotted them. "Uncle Alex! Look, I'm swimming." 

As if to demonstrate, she did more flailing, and Michael resisted the urge to laugh as the girl's parents oohed and Bradley even clapped. 

"Good job, Brie!" Alex called and elbowed Michael in the ribs. 

He rubbed the spot and glared at Alex. "Ow, the hell was that for?" 

Alex raised one perfect eyebrow and Michael shrugged, conceding to his point without argument. 

Bradley's wife was now in front of them and Michael was treated to a megawatt smile that was so genuine he found himself smiling back automatically. "I'm Allison, this one's wife," she said, gesturing at Bradley, then holding out her hand. 

Michael took her hand in his. "Michael Guerin," he introduced himself. 

Her eyebrows hit her hairline, but she seemed to recover quickly. Michael wondered if she knew about his history with Alex, too, considering the fact that her reaction to hearing his name was almost identical to her husband's. "Nice to meet you, Michael. I hope you're hungry, because Alex is going to make us pancakes. Sometime this year, right, Alex?"

Alex rolled his eyes and started making his way to the house. "Keep that up and you won't be getting any."

Allison took the boy- and Michael needed to ask about the kid's name at some point- from Bradley's arms and Michael watched the two bicker until they disappeared inside. He and Bradley stayed by the pool, watching Brie, and Michael found himself smiling. 

"How have you been, man?"

His life was a shit show, but he wasn't going to tell that to a relative stranger. "I'm alright. You?" 

Bradley grinned. "Can't complain. Though, I really need to teach my kid how to swim. Look at her," Bradley complained, but he was smiling fondly.

Michael chuckled. 

"Hey, Brie," Bradley called out, walking closer to the edge of the pool. "Uncle Alex is going to make pancakes."

The little girl perked up and quickly swam closer to her father. Once she was out and in a towel, she finally seemed to notice Michael. "Who are you?" She demanded, not shying away from him as he had expected.

Bradley groaned. "Brie, that's rude. You should-"

"It's fine," Michael interrupted him. Then he looked Brie in the eyes and answered. "I'm Michael. Alex's friend."

She nodded, satisfied with his answer. "Do you like pancakes?"

"I do."

"Good," she told him firmly. "Uncle Alex makes the best pancakes. He promised he'd let me help today."

Once her dad put her down, she disappeared into what Michael guessed was the guest room. 

Bradley was shaking his head with a small, exasperated smile on his face. "That girl has no manners sometimes," he told Allison jockingly as she came to stand beside him.

She rose on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Just like her daddy," she teased him, then laughed at his outrage. 

Brie came out of the room, dressed in a bright pink dress. "Uncle Alex," she shouted, and Michael had to wince because, damn, the kid was loud. "I'm ready!"

"Honey," admonished Allison, "inside voice."

"Sorry," Brie said with a sheepish grin.

Alex met her at the kitchen door and scooped her up into his arms, tickling her. 

Michael followed them into the kitchen without a thought. "Can I help?"

"I help uncle Alex," Brie declared, hands on her hips.

Alex pursed his lips to keep from smiling and shook his head. He helped the little girl get on the stool and looked at her seriously. "You have to listen very carefully, okay, honey?" 

She nodded frantically and then promptly took a big scoop of flour in the measuring cup and dumped it in a bowl. 

Alex gave a long suffering sigh. "Brie, what did I just say?"

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Sorry, uncle Alex." 

She didn't sound sorry at all.

He gently took the measuring cup from her hand and gave her a plastic spoon instead. "Stir."

She nodded, poked her tongue out adorably and started carefully stirring. 

"You can go sit in the living room. They don't bite, you know," Alex told him, amused.

"I know that," Michael protested. "I wanted to see if you wanted any help."

"Thank you, but," he rested his head on Brie's shoulders, "we've got this. Here," he grabbed three beers from from the fridge and handed them to him. "Go."

He stopped at the doorway, unable to resist catching another glimpse of the two. 

"Brie, hands away from the bowl," Alex warned as he brought the small pan with melted butter closer. The girl listened immediately, jumping up and down impatiently. 

She rested her chin in the crook of his elbow, and Michael noticed Alex leaning down to accommodate her better. "When can I stir again, uncle Alex?" 

"In a little bit, honey," he promised, kissing her head. 

"Michael," Bradley called out from the couch, startling Michael. Alex looked up, and Michael immediately looked away, and hurried over to the couch. When Michael took a seat opposite them, he found the couple fixing him with twin knowing looks. 

He inwardly rolled his eyes, aware that he was that much of an open book. 

"So," Allison started once he was seated. "How long have you known Alex?"

"We've known each other since we were kids, but we didn't really start talking until our last year of high school," he answered, and hated that he was so nervous he almost sounded formal. 

"Hmm," there was a look in her eyes that, coupled with the smirk on her lips, made it seem like she knew something he didn't, which just made him more nervous. "And now?"

"We're," Michael started, then cleared his throat and tried again. "We're friends."

She arched an eyebrow and shared a look with Bradley, who seemed disappointed. Michael bristled. But then he pushed down the anger and changed the subject. "How did you two meet?"

Allison smiled like she knew what he was doing and Bradley laughed. "We were on leave, and we were at this diner-"

"Denny's," Allison interjected with a smile, leaning on her husband's chest and looking up at him with a small smile.

"Yep. And suddenly, this girl who works at the diner plays a song on the beat up jukebox and starts dancing right there in the middle of the diner." He looked down at his wife then leaned in to kiss her, chaste and sweet. Michael's heart ached, and all he could think about was how much he wanted what they had.

"That was the second I fell in love with her."

Allison rolled her eyes. "You didn't. You had a crush, but you didn't love me. Yet."

Bradley looked at Michael with an exasperated look. "She doesn't believe in love at first sight."

"It's stupid," she declared, almost whining. "You can't love someone without knowing them first. Michael, back me up,"

"I don't know," he answered honestly, eyes drawn to the kitchen almost against his will. He couldn't see Alex and Brie from where he was sitting, but he could hear Alex's voice, endlessly patient, giving the little girl instructions.

Michael didn't really have an opinion on whether or not love at first sight really existed. Mainly because he'd only fallen for one person, and he'd been about nine the first time he'd laid eyes on him, and seventeen when he'd fallen in love with him. 

Allison let it go, and she changed the subject easily. Michael was immensely grateful.

..

When Allison and Bradley left, Alex tasked Brie with finding a movie to watch and handed Michael a beer before he disappeared into the room the Bradley's little boy was sleeping in and came out with the sleepy kid in one arm and a bag of legos in the other. 

"Michael," Alex started, lips stretched into a smile. "Meet Adam."

He sat beside Michael, leaving only a foot of space between them and angled his body towards him so that the kid, who was sitting in his lap, faced Michael. 

Michael extended his hand and smiled broadly when the boy grabbed his finger and pulled. "Hey, Adam," Michael greeted him, shaking his hand a little. He laughed when the kid tugged him closer and started to pull his finger to his mouth. 

Alex chuckled. "He's teething," he explained.

"Ah," Michael winced sympathetically. "Poor guy."

"Here, hold him for a second," Alex said, standing up. He then put the kid in Michael's lap without waiting for a response. 

Michael was embarrassed to admit that he found himself in a stare-off with a one year old. He held very still, maintained eye contact, and prayed that the kid kept quiet long enough for Alex to come back. The little boy only fussed a little, but otherwise stayed silent. 

Alex was back after only a couple of minutes, a teething ring shaped like a melon held in his hand. He took Adam from Michael and gave him the ring, and Michael smiled when the boy immediately latched onto it and began to bite it enthusiastically. Brie, who was building a Lego bridge, leaned her head back until it collided with Alex's knee. He looked down, and the soft, fond look on his face was nearly Michael's undoing.

"Uncle Alex?" Brie said, somewhat impatient. 

Alex put his hand on her head and ruffled her hair. "You can start the movie," he told her. 

Michael shook his head and laughed. "How did you know?"

Alex watched with a fond smile as the girl hurried off to start the movie, and Michael watched him, hoping against hope his feelings weren't plastered on his face.

"I babysit them a lot," was Alex's answer. 

Michael's eyes were drawn to Adam, and he chuckled when he noticed the dopey look on the kid's face as he smiled up at Alex. The sound brought Alex's eyes to him, and then to Adam, and he laughed as he leaned down and nuzzled his nose into the kid's cheek. Adam giggled happily and Michael's heart melted. 

Adam started babbling, and Alex nodded very seriously. "I know, little man, I-"

"Shhh," Brie scolded them, turning back with a frown. Michael hadn't even noticed she'd started the movie. 

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, missy, but we're having a very serious conversation. Aren't we, Adam?" 

Brie huffed. "Uncle Alex," she whined, drawing the words out.

"Kid, you can probably recite every scene in this movie word for word."

"I can," she nodded. "But I want to watch it."

Alex shook his head. "Go ahead, your highness."

She giggled and then turned back to the tv. 

They watched the rest of movie in relative silence, though Michael watched Alex with Adam more than he watched the screen.

They were in a slightly better place than they were a month ago, and though Michael was just about ready to drop to his knees and beg Alex to give them a chance, he knew the timing was awful, considering everything going on with Jones. 

So, logically, he knew it was better to wait. Knew he had to be patient. 

Seeing Alex like this, soft and fond, with one kid in his arms and one leaning against his leg, was making it harder and harder for him to keep from spilling all his feelings out, though. 

Michael turned his attention to the movie, but found his eyes straying back to Alex, who was now making faces at Adam, making the little boy giggle.

Once upon a time, some years ago, having something like this with Alex had been an achievable dream. It was something they could have worked towards. But now- Michael shook his head at the thought. It didn't really matter, now, did it? 

Alex caught him looking and their eyes locked. The other man cocked his head to the side, probably trying to get a read on him and Michael, for the first time in a really long time, let him see it all; the regret, the longing and the wistfulness and the fear. 

Alex's face softened, and he almost smiled before he swallowed and turned. He looked down st Brie, who was blinking blearily, trying and failing to keep her eyes open. 

Alex cleared his throat and ran his hand through her hair. "Bed time," he reminded her softly. 

"Don't wanna," she mumbled, clutching his leg and staring up at him, doe eyed and pleading. 

Alex chuckled. "Well, you're gonna." He somehow managed to sound firm and gentle at the same time. 

"Please, uncle Alex?"

Alex hesitated and the kid was like a shark who'd caught the scent of blood. "Please," she said, hands clasped under her chin. Then she turned the pleading look onto Michael. "Please, Michael?"

He hesitated. "Maybe we can watch another movie?" He suggested, hoping he wasn't overstepping.

Alex sighed in exasperation and though he glared at Michael, there was no real heat in it, so Michael allowed himself to relax. 

"Fine," Alex told Brie, who squealed in delight. "But you have to change into you pyjama and brush your teeth right now," he added sternly.

The little girl nodded quickly and flashed off into her room. 

Alex turned to him, and Michael grinned sheepishly. The other man rolled his eyes and shook his head, but said nothing. 

"Thanks for letting me spend the day with you guys."

"Anytime, Michael."

"I'm done!" Brie shouted as she came running out of the bathroom, and he and Alex both winced.

"B, inside voice."

"Sorry!"

"Let me see those teeth."

She dutifully came to stand in front of him and opened her mouth.

"Hmm," Alex mumbled, pretending to inspect them seriously. His hand snuck out from around Adam and he tickled Brie. "Good job."

She giggled and squirmed away. Alex got comfortable, and a little closer to Michael, though he didn't know if that was intentional or not, and rested his head on the back of the couch. 

Thirty minutes into the movie, Michael felt a weight settle on his shoulder and looked down to see Alex asleep. His head was pillowed on Michael's arm, and Adam was asleep in his arms, looking right at home in Alex's arms. He smiled slightly and, against his better judgment, slowly removed his arm from underneath Alex, guided his head to rest on his chest instead, and wrapped his arm around him tightly. 

He'd worry about Mr. Jones and Forrest and the uncertainty of his relationship with Alex tomorrow. For now, this; having Alex close and in his arms was more than enough.

[calypsoff]

Fifty Six.

Life is so weird; I feel very weird. I sometimes sit here and think oh my god I am pregnant, I can’t believe at the age of twenty six I am going to be a mother. I’ve always wanted to be a young mother, but I wouldn’t have done it without the right man and Chris is that, he is the love of my life and I feel safe with him, I want a family with him. I am ready for that, but it’s so surreal and my excitement to be a mother, I just can’t wait. I want to hold my baby in my arms already, I feel so complete. I don’t feel drained today, I am very much lively, but I need to be, we are going home finally. I rushed through that last Puma meeting and told them it’s time for me to go home, everything else can be done on Skype and they know it. It’s time for me to rest and get ready to be a mother, spend time with Chris and enjoy this, I want to spend time with Chris. That is my major goal, I want to be involved in his business, I want him to know I care about him and care about what he does. My mother actually mentioned it to me, she said why am I still in London what about your husband, why aren’t you there for him. It’s unfair, I need to spend time with him, and I get where she is coming from and that is what I am going to do when I get back, help him progress in his business. Enough of me, it’s about him. It still makes me smile that he came here for me, I could just tell as much as I missed him he missed me and I love that about him, even though he can be stupid at times. I am so happy, even though he continues to undress me. That reminds me, sex needs to happen but like I find it so weird I don’t know, it needs to happen either way “I packed my suitcase, I come to help you now” I cooed out “you’re adorable, thank you. My feet hurt” I whined, with an added drama with that “then you rest, I can do it” he’s going to throw my clothes in the suitcase, I just know him “are you going to nicely put them in?” I questioned “I can, I can fold?” Nodding my head slowly, I guess I will try and trust him.

Chris is terrible, honestly he threw my things in the suitcase like it was nothing, but I just really couldn’t be bothered to say no to him, he offered so I let him do it, I don’t want to whine too much at him either about it “excited to go back home” walking behind him “mhmm yeah, with you yes. I am glad that we can finally just be a family. It sucks not having you around you know?” Poking my lips out “I know, well you got me now. I will be annoying you lots” grabbing his tee and pulling him back but he’s too strong for me as always “I’ll let you pull me back, what is it” he turned to me “nothing, I just can’t wait to annoy you so much. You’re going to hate me now I’m home” Chris placed his arm around my shoulder “you will never annoy me, I love you too much” I know he does “I just can’t believe that you’re actually pregnant, it’s weird to see you like this. When I see you come out of bed, when you’re just walking around in your own world I am sat there like, wow. This is really us, we are married and having a baby, wild isn’t it?” Chris is having a moment clearly “I know, at first I didn’t have that feeling of wanting to be a mother. I was just thinking of my career then you came into my life and all of a sudden I wanted to settle down, oh yeah. Let me wear your jacket, it is big. I don’t want anyone taking pictures of my bump, you never know at the airport, they love doing random checks. I haven’t said a word about this, so the world is on edge about me” I am going to be wearing baggy clothes for a while now.

I ended up wanting food, I was hungry, so they stopped at McDonald’s drive thru, I mean we didn’t need too but I wanted it. I am craving their fries for some reason “if this line doesn’t hurry up I am going to scream” I huffed out “girl relax, you have us in this queue for fries, the fuck. You’re lucky we are early” Mel is judging me “whatever, I want them now. Hey, Chris. Have you seen my lock screen picture?” turning my phone to him, he looked over at me. More like dragging his head away from his phone “you like it, don’t I look good though? I look sexy, say it? I am saying it my damn self. Marriage looks good on me” side eyeing Chris, Dennis takes good pictures. He looks so sexy, I had to use it on my lock screen “I was thinking” looking over at Chris, he is so deep in his phone “oi!?” I spat “what?” who is he saying what too “I am sorry, yes?” he is annoyed “what is wrong? Did I do something wrong?” he shook his head “no, just my ex annoying me, here you can read it” he passed me his phone “I have nothing to hide from you Robyn, I promise you” taking his phone “scroll to the top, she has a new number” I was about to ask but he answered me.

Seiko: Married for love or money!???

Chris: Who is this?

Seiko: The ex you left for that bitch! You loved me Chris, you said it with your own mouth! Everything you promised me you did it for her!!!! YOU NEVER WANTED KIDS!

Chris: Delete my number you fucked my friend and had his kid, we squashed this beef Seiko, FOH!

Seiko: Until I see you on the front page of Vogue!? And pregnant too, you liar. You was fucking her and me at the same time, you know what I will be talking! Idc!!!!

Chris: And say what?

Seiko: I have kept your old messages the love you ones asshole, every memory I have kept. I have your dick picture too

Chris: I have a big dick I don’t really care, leave me alone. Leak whatever you want. I love Robyn, you was just … there?

The conversation ended from there “are you kidding me?” What the fuck riled this bitch back up for what!? Block her and ignore her, I have already got this bitch a gag order and she needs to stop before her son and her go hungry. I am not having it, she leaks your shit Chris you tell TJ find a job, I am not feeding his family” I spat, I mean every word too “that is harsh” Chris mumbled “harsh!? She is fucking with my family, so I will fuck with hers. Ok? And why is this bitch texting you, god. I fucking hate women, listen. Block her, if she does leak a thing. You fire TJ and you can say it’s with love from me, no! I am not feeding her son and she talks shit, she will fucking learn” throwing Chris’ phone onto his lap “lioness” Mel said laughing “Chris has a whole team now, he doesn’t need them anyways. That has really annoyed me, trash just in his life. Chris, you can call me harsh, but I am right. You have a team so why is your friends hanging on your balls?” let me calm down “don’t be in my business Robyn ok? Just leave me and mines, she won’t leak shit. I am saying it nicely, stop” pulling a face at him, he is stupid.

Chris and his love for his friends is deep, he won’t speak to me now on the jet. He is sleeping so it’s whatever, what can I say but it angers me. The bitch really thinks she has a hold over us like that, I will kill her if she posts anything about Chris “she doesn’t know I am crazy, I will go there and I will fucking beat her ass, yes Mel I am still on it. I am on it still because how dare she do that, what gave her the right to threaten him. And then you see how he said leave me and mines, those friends were barely there when I was taking care of him, he has a new team. You tell me now Mel, why do people get a new team?” I questioned “when niggas don’t know how to act but let’s keep Barry out of it, my nigga needs a job” I chuckled “well if he gets in my way I will, Tina! Come here” I spat, she text me that she has news but can’t walk her ass over here “I am tired Rihanna” she said in a huff “well why text you have news, spill” Tina dragged her feet over to me “you have some Nominations” letting out an oh “oh really, please do tell” Tina sat next to Mel “Grammy nomination for Best urban contemporary album and best pop/group performance” clapped my hands “woo! I will take that, I am happy with that” I always do like a Grammy “time for you to do a thank you post” rolling my eyes “you are my assistant not my social media manager” Tina is annoying “I am helping you here, shall I just write a little thank you” nodding my head, I can’t be bothered with that.

Landing in LAX is a good feeling, I will be here for the foreseeable time now anyways, I guess I better kiss the jet bye “thank you” Rich took my bag from me, Chris rushed to the SUV. He has a face on with me because I said what I said, I don’t regret any of it. What I said was true, I am not feeding that bitch when she is doing that. Looking down at the caller I.D, my mother is calling. Answering the call as I got into the SUV “hello mother” Rich closed the door behind “how are you? Are you feeling less fatigue now, I worry about you, so please tell me how you are” I cooed out “I feel better mom, weird enough I feel less fatigue, more energy anyways. I feel like I am ready to do a whole performance” I joked “no, you just rest now. Are you home now?” my mother questioned “I am, just got off the jet. You worry too much, do not worry. I promise you that I am doing what you said” I will just say that because she keeps going on “good, just too much distance, too long. He was unwell for a while and he has therapy and you’re where? London, no. You stay with him now and you take care of him, you are a wife first now Robyn” rolling my eyes “mother I get it please, my life isn’t over” she is so old school “you have a husband and child Robyn, independent woman can wait” I chuckled “ok mom, I love you I need to go” time for me to go “you call me later, I mean it” I breathed out “ok mom, bye” disconnecting the call, she is terrible sometimes.

Chris is really quiet with me over his friends and it’s not even funny anymore “you should have sat in the back if you was going to be this quiet with me” I said to him “you just do too much sometimes, I am not that kind of guy to just tell my friends to go with no money, they was there for me” frowning at him “Chris, they are your friends I get it but she is coming at my family. She is threatening to expose you, what are you going to do? Just sit here and take it, is that it? I will come for her family like she is coming for mine, if that means TJ is getting it in the neck then it means it, your loyalty should should be with me Chris remember that” shaking my head at him “Robyn, I promise you now my loyalty to you is higher then what you think, I would drop them. Trust me, I have a lot on my mind right, I don’t like that I may need to get rid of them, ok sorry I snapped but I just have a lot on my mind” he finally can speak “say that to me instead of being quiet with me, no need to apologise I just rather you speak to me. I got angered that she is coming at you like that, I don’t want to argue with you so let’s just get on. Now that I am home, see what I said now that I am here” Robyn chuckled “you want to go back now?” I knew he would say that.

I haven’t really spent any time in this home, what is one night. So I am finally home, this is our home “what is it like now? Being in this home, do you like it?” this home is more Chris then me, I wanted the one with the fountain, much more extravagant but I rather he be comfortable “I love it, I was ok to stay here. The guy that did the security system was amazing, he showed me all the new gadgets. The bed is nice but I do like it, I am sure you will too. There is boxes around though, these are your things, also mine. I don’t know what is my part of the closet and yours, we still have things to do together” he is right we actually do “oh yeah-”I was about to tell him I got nominated for two Grammys but my phone started to ring, Jay Brown of course. Answering the call “hello, I am back in LA by the way” I mentioned “good but I just wanted to say congratulations! Two nominations, I am super happy for you but I do need to speak to you on something” here we go “I am listening and thank you” I added “Grammys, they have asked for you to perform. They want you to perform Stay and also to include you for the Bob Marley tribute, they have reached out to you. I said I will speak to her, it is down to what she would like to do” I groaned out “you know what, that tribute would come up when I am pregnant. I am not sure, by then I will be what six months or maybe five then. Then again it’s nothing big in regards to performance, I will think on it. I will discuss and get back to you” that is the best I can do “and I take that, speak soon” he disconnected the call “I just seen your post, baby. I am happy for you, congratulations” Chris has seen it “thank you poppa” locking my phone, turning in the seat “they want me to perform, I said I will thin on it but I really would like input. I am on the borderline, yes and no. Hide or don’t hide” I am stuck between those things, I want to do it, but I don’t want to do it.

Chris turned his phone to me “what is this?” squinting my eyes “I put you in my page, read what I wrote” seeing the picture first, tilting my head to the side “what was I doing there? Was I laying my head on your lap, I look so peaceful” I chuckled, he really took a picture of me just in my zone watching TV “ok sorry, I am so proud of you Robyn. I treasure every waking moment with you but to see how much you work hard for everything, to see you being awarded for it. You do deserve it baby, two nominations” I cooed out “thank you so much Chris, you think I work hard?” I raised an eyebrow “yeah, on a real. To begin with, I just was like she’s a singer. She can’t be busy; she tours and that is it. But sitting with you and being with you, you work hard, and you’re so hands on with it. But I miss you, I think I can learn from you though. Work hard and then you get to play hard, but I just miss you a lot, I miss you being there for me” nodding my head understanding “I get it and I am here now am I not? You got me now but what should I do about this performance, you tell me? I always like your advice anyways” Chris pulled a face not believing that I do “erm, I would. I don’t know, do it in Rihanna style, you want to do things your way, so I don’t know. Maybe you should go to the Grammys and without any warning, they see you’re pregnant and the day will be about you” I like the sound of that “you maybe right” I think that is good.

I breathed out seeing the bedroom, Chris never mentioned that he left the house as it was so the bed covers are just like he left them, slept in “bed is nice isn’t it?” he says this but doesn’t see the mess he left it in “yeah, about that. What happened? And the bathroom, you just left it. I can imagine the rooms are a mess” Chris shrugged “I hate clothes being on the floor Chris pick it up” he always does it, Chris wrapped his arms around my shoulder “I really want sex Robyn” he wants sex and he shows me a mess of a room “and I said soon, to turn me on it would be nice if the bedroom was spotless. The clothes, I thought we had a cleaner come out every week?” I am confused “she does but she didn’t come before I left and I told her nobody would be home so don’t come” men are a mess “fine, but I don’t feel horny Chris. Pick your clothes up, I seen your clothes in the corner of the bathroom too when exactly did the cleaner come?” how can he make this much mess “so she came and then we made the mess again and I told her to not come because I was away” he really expects me to feel horny, he is funny “I have the scan tomorrow you know, I changed the appointment, maybe if you help me clean then tomorrow we can you know” I will bribe him.

[snarkwrites]

-- masterlist -- archived, 2020

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single fandom I’ve written for so far. If [mature] or [suggestive] is present in the title/post, 18+ only. If you’re looin for y/n here, you won’t really  find it. I prefer to use oc’s in writing most of the time because it’s easier for me.

** the titles in bold and not linked I either haven’t written or I’ve lost the link for. jsyk. I do that so that when/if I get around to writing something, it’s already got a place. It’s weird, I’m weird.**

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--𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ 1984 ]

 xavier plympton - cherry popped | spring | mature.

--ℂ𝕊𝕀

[ Miami ]

eric delko - tba | fall/winter | mature.

tim speedle - perfect | spring | mature.

[ Vegas ]

greg sanders - tba | fall/winter | mature.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - slippery when wet | winter | mature.

captain america - choke me | winter | suggestive.

pietro maximoff - faster, baby | spring | mature.

[ Guardians Of The Galaxy ] 

starlord - eat me | spring | mature.

[ Venom ]

eddie brock - milf isn’t a bad word | spring | mature.

-- ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

archie andrews - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jughead jones - tba | summer/fall | mature.

reggie mantle - yours  | summer | mature.

sweet pea - selfish | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - needed me | spring | mature.

--𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jonathan byers - surrender | summer | mature.

steve harrington - wet | summer | mature.

steve harrington - disaster | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

dean winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

kevin tran - tba | fall / winter | suggestive.

sam winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

embry call - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jacob black - found you | spring | mature.

paul lahote - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

matt saracen, remember you young by thomas rhett | angst & fluff / reunion

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

jonathan byers, i think i love you | fluff. two best friends admitting their feelings for each other. an au take on my oc pairing with Steve Harrington, so an au of an au oops rip.

steve harrington, blindsided | fluff and awkward cute first kisses,ftw.

-- 𝟙𝟚 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝟛: 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟

jon shaw - galentines / be my valentine - ex lovers, drinking tw, intense fluff.

-- 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ Apocalypse ]

michael langdon - moon dance - a witch and her dance under the moon captivates Michael Langdon. sexual tension, ftw.

-- 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Legends Of Tomorrow ]

ray palmer - back where you came from - time travel, mutual crushes

ray palmer - bachlorette party gone wrong or right - flirty first meeting at a bachelor party

ray palmer - villainesses want heroes - a good guy with a bad girl? more likely than you think. 

-- ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜

 dennis zalewski - photo booth montage - angst / hurt comfort, major character death & mourning, ghosts.

the kid / henry deaver - you were different - alternate universe personas reunite, intense makeout ensues.

--𝔻ℂ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Suicide Squad ] 

captain boomerang - expecting someone taller - first date / blind date.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

 landry clarke - if i only had a brain | someday my prince will come - tutor turned friend turned crush. kissing and stuff.

tim riggins - wedding bell blues | so this is love - a wedding brings two people closer and the end result is Riggins, settling down.

tim riggins - voice like honey - tim flirting with a new girl in Dillon? the chances are more likely than you think.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Avengers ] 

bucky barnes - girls,girls,girls - bucky’s omega likes to dance. and to offer herself up as bait. bucky doesn’t like this... intense heated conversation ensues.

captain america - no selfies in the bathroom please? - oh, nothing but Steve Rogers and an OC flirting over the phone. Innuendo towards the end if you squint.

[ Punisher]

 frank castle - patient of the week - patching up Frank isn’t the only thing she longs to do. A kiss is shared.

-- 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

lip gallagher - wedding crasher | the nanny and the professor - lip and his girl and their ups and downs. They go from him crashing her wedding drunk to the two having a night of domestic bliss.. and a kid. mildly suggestive the second part is.

-- 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - crow flies | rough rider | treat you as good as my leather - snippets from the relationship between juice and my OC, Hazel Teller.

juice ortiz - glass houses | throwing stones - more from relationship between Juice Ortiz and Hazel Teller, tbh. 

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - let the days go by - flashbacks to a first meeting as an OC mourns Billy’s supposed death post S3.

jonathan byers - should’ve been a better shot - Tommy H’s girlfriend (not Carol, an oc) is getting more than a little sick of being Tommy’s property. Kissing Jonathan Byers seems like a good way to end that and to let jonathan know that she likes him a lot. Fluff/humor, warnings of Tommy H being his usual asshole douchenozzle self.

steve harrington - glass houses | throwing stones, this is set in the now main au timeline I have for Steve Harrington and my original character Charlotte Granger.

-- 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

crowley - the witching hour - just a father/daughter heart to heart with Poppy. family bonding ftw. [ goes with pop goes my heart tangentially]

dean winchester - pop goes my heart - poppy gets under his skin in all the wrong ways AND all the right ones. 

dean winchester - gingerbread family - the boys find themselves waking up to Christmas as a totally normal family. How will they react to the things they find themselves able to do at last?

sam winchester - heaven knows - his guardian angel only wanted to protect him. now she’s been banished to earth and she’s mortal. and they wind up flirting / getting closer.

sam winchester - candy apple kisses | gingerbread family - sam never forgot about her. maybe that’s why as a result of a wish he and dean may or may not have both made, he wakes up to find himself married to her.

-- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

[ The following ones are all part of this huuuuge everchanging universe/storyline that I have with BOTH men, for my OC Evie. In some, she’s with Daryl, in others, Shane. They’re all wildly canon divergent and all over the place, lmao.]

daryl dixon - watch the world burn [married au] | a vision from a sugarplum fairy | garden by the sea  - a series of alternate takes / twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

shane walsh - scream queen [reunited lovers au] | sweet morning rose | you and your high horse - a series of alternate takes/twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Shane Walsh.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

jacob black, one day more, angst | 

-- ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤

derek morgan x -being roommates with | 

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

sam wilson / falcon x - dating falcon | 

CSI MIAMI;

tim speedle [ d m y ] | [ b o u ] | [ c e k ] | j w x | l f | 

STAR WARS;

kylo ren [ k l r ] | 

CSI: Las Vegas;

t r o u b l e | greg sanders x Sidle!Sibling OFC, Belle | genres : suspense/action, romance / fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one | two | three pt1| three pt2 | four | five | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, attempted murder tw, murder mentions / crime mentions tw, eventual smut/sexual content tw, [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

CSI:Miami;

m i n e | tim speedle x former lover!OFC, Sylvie | genres : suspense/action, romance/fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one two pt 1 two pt 2 three three pt 2 ] | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, crime / stalker tw, other themes and eventual smut/sexual content tw, [discontinued to be rewritten]

Riverdale;

gangsta | sweetpea x Andrews!SiblingOFC, Alyssa | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten- eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut.. your typical high school overdramatic bs. Bit of an au because I only plan to loosely follow the series. | [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

Sons Of Anarchy;

home | juice ortiz x Teller!OFC, Hazelynn | genres: action / suspense, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, romance, smut | chapters: one - two - three - | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, heavy sexual tension, violence and other adult themes, alcohol / drugs / illegal activities, sex worker ofc tw, sexual content eventually | [ being rewritten to be reposted soonish ]

Stranger Things;

upside down | steve harrington x OFC, Jenny | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, friendship, fluff, action, | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut... your typical high school drama + science fiction-y type misadventures,lmaoo. | [discontinued to be rewritten]

[spockina]

playin' games (with my heart)

ok, so. i wrote this for day 4 of buddie's first kiss week (which was on a dare). but the thing is: i hated it. the more i looked at it, the more i hated it. i don't know why. but it's friday night and i'm home alone in the middle of quarantine wishing i were, in fact, as drunk as most of these people are. this is not what i usually write, so i’m nervy, but here. have it anyway

title is from the bsb song w the same name. it doesn't have anything to do with the story but i hate having to figure out titles

3.5k words / truth or dare / read on ao3

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The night is young, awfully so. Eddie doesn’t remember ever feeling this young, being this young.

Tonight, he is.

He’s got a drink in hand. He doesn’t know what it is, who put it there. But he’s got it, and he downs it in one fluid motion, enjoying the burn, and laughing to himself; it wasn’t even a shot.

He’s not entirely sure what brought them all here, if he’s being honest. Well, he knows. It was just dinner at Bobby and Athena’s, as they try to do at least once a month. What he means is: he’s not sure how they ended up having a party. It wasn’t supposed to be a party, if he remembers correctly. But suddenly, Harry was off to see his grandparents for the week, Denny had a sleepover and Karen’s mom wanted to have Nia for a little bit, Christopher begged to go to Pepa’s house where his cousins would be for the weekend. May has been in college for six months now, Maddie still has two months to go before the baby comes. It’s adults only.

It’s almost like they all forgot what that was supposed to feel like.

His vision is just a little bit blurry at the edges, his limbs loose in a way they haven’t been in a long time. He feels good, comfortable.

There’s some kind of pop music Eddie doesn’t know playing loudly, Athena, Bobby, Hen and Chimney are dancing in the middle of the living room, Maddie and Karen watching and laughing. Michael, his boyfriend, and Buck are in the middle of some intense conversation on the other side of the room.

Eddie loves them all.

The laughter that escapes his lips is directed at no one; there isn’t even anything funny happening, he’s just… feeling good. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time.

Buck sidles up to him, out of nowhere, offers him a beer. He takes it, nods his thanks.

“Whatcha laughing at?” He asks. “You look goofy.”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t know, actually,” and that sets him off again.

“I think you’re drunk, buddy,” Buck says, but Eddie can tell he’s not that far behind. “‘M not judging!” Buck hurries to add. “Just pointing it out.”

They look at each other for a second, sipping their beers.

Buck’s cheeks are flushed, alcohol working hard against his white skin, making his eyes stand out. He’s beautiful. It’s not the first time the thought has crossed Eddie’s mind. It’s not the first time they’re drunk together, either, but Eddie always makes sure to stay in line, not let his thoughts wander. It’s a little harder when Buck has unbuttoned his black shirt and rolled up the sleeves, tight tank top under it, allowing Eddie to see the flush going down his neck and into his chest; his long legs in some tight pants that Eddie is pointedly not looking at. Eddie can feel Buck’s stare almost like a physical force pushing into his skin, and he has to look away for a second.

“Hey, yo!” Michael yells out, trying to be louder than the music. He fails at that, but succeeds at breaking the moment he was having with Buck, and Eddie’s thankful (and just a little sad about it). Michael still gets everyone’s attention even though the music is louder. “We should be playing party games.”

“Ooh, how ‘bout some truth or dare?” Athena suggests, and Eddie was not expecting that.

“If everyone promises no hard feelings, no matter what happens,” Bobby adds, always awfully reasonable.

“I suggest someone finds fun Bobby so we can play some party games!,” Buck yells back, and everyone cheers.

“Hey,” Eddie quips, “we’re all adults, huh? I’m sure we can work something out.”

“I’m extremely sober,” Maddie says, laughter in her voice, “and I promise you guys I’m gonna have so much fun!”

“As long as you’re happy, baby,” Chim says, and Eddie smiles, so big it hurts.

It feels good to let go, not to worry about Christopher, knowing he’s in good hands, and not to worry about Buck, because he can see him at all time. It feels good to watch his friends having fun, being reckless in a good way.

For the first time in a long, long while, Eddie feels no guilt. No guilt about having someone else taking care of Christopher, no guilt about having fun, being drunk, letting loose; no guilt about looking at Buck and thinking about how fucking hot he looks.

Buck has a tequila bottle in one hand, and a bunch of plastic shot glasses stacked in his other hand.

“Help me out here, Eddie, c’mon,” he says, handing Eddie the bottle, while he passes everyone the tiny cups. “Sorry, Maddie, you don’t get any. Sucks to be you.”

“Thanks, asshole, I’m pregnant.”

“Which is why you don’t get any!”

“Oh, I get plenty,” she says with a wink at Chim, teasing, and Buck scrunches up his face, yelling gross, Maddie!, and she laughs, throwing her head back, while Chim laughs on the other side of the room.

Eddie pours everyone a shot.

“Ok,” Buck says, “everyone ready? On three! One… Two… Three!”

They all drink, and in the end agree to play some Frankenstein’s monster of a game: truth or dare, choosing truth and refusing to answer means taking a shot; choosing dare and refusing to do it means taking two shots – Bobby declares he won’t be refusing anything, to which Athena replies: “Don’t worry, we’ll come up with something equally as humiliating for you”. Being an asshole means everyone can gang up on you. They’re all adults, all car keys have been confiscated. Nothing is off limits. Maddie gets to be the judge of everything.

“Playing sober while pregnant sucks, my friends,” she reasons and, well, she’s right.

They sit in a circle, because they’re mostly drunk and it’s fun. Athena, Bobby, Michael, his boyfriend, Chimney, Hen, Karen, Eddie and Buck.

Their knees are touching, and Eddie feel like a schoolboy, but he can’t concentrate on anything else besides that.

“Ok,” Maddie says. “Chimney’s starting because I’m the judge and I say so! Spin the bottle, baby!”

Chimney rubs his hands and spins. It lands on Hen.

“Henrietta, my love! Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He smirks. “Who’s your best friend? Me or Athena?”

There’s a chorus of whoa going around, everyone laughing. Hen looks pained.

“No. No, I can’t, pass me that bottle,” she says, dejected, which only makes everyone laugh more.

Hen spins, then, and it lands on Michael.

“Dare,” he says, before she can even ask.

Hen smirks.

“I want you to give Bobby a kiss.”

Buck chokes on nothing, which makes everyone laugh. Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s knee, trying to steady him for a second.

Michael looks at his boyfriend, looks at Athena. Looks at Bobby. His boyfriend nods, playful smile on his lips.

“Go on, boys,” Athena says, a tone to her voice that no one can identify, but they sure can hear. She licks her lips.

Michael nods, goes on his knees. Athena taps Bobby on the knee, and he does the same. It’s mostly a non-kiss. They barely graze each other’s lips before they’re moving back, and Hen, Athena and Chim immediately start booing them.

“Man, y’all suck,” Athena says, but she’s laughing. Bobby’s blush is furious. Buck’s laughter is loud, which gets everyone going.

Michael spins, then. It lands on Karen.

“So?”

“Dare.”

“Give Hen a lap dance,” he says, and he looks incredibly pleased with himself.

“Damn,” Eddie says, and notices his hand is still on Buck’s thigh. He picks up his beer just for a reason to move his hand away, to quit being a creep.

“Whose phone is playing the music?” Karen asks, and she doesn’t look shy at all. She changes the song to something with a low bass, and when Hen sits on the chair, as they all turn to watch, she puts on a show.

“Damn, Karen, my girl!” Athena yells, as Michael wolf-whistles, and everyone laughs.

“God, babe, you’re good,” Hen says, and they kiss.

Everyone sits back down at their original spots.

“Michael, you just had the best idea,” Chim says. He sounds like he’s plotting something. Eddie has the feeling he doesn’t want to know.

Karen spins, and it lands on Chimney.

“Truth.”

“Ok.” Karen looks serious, takes a deep breath. “Chimney. Is it a boy or a girl?”

Everyone explodes in laughter. Maddie, above them on the couch, starts yelling:

“Overruled, overruled!”

“Sorry, Karen, guess I’ll have to take a shot.” He does.

“You’re all super funny,” Maddie says. “Ha-ha.”

Karen blows her a kiss.

“Ok, my turn,” Chim says, and spins. It lands on Eddie.

Chimney slips on a poker face immediately.

“Edmundo. Truth or dare?”

Eddie wants to say truth, he does.

“Dare.”

Chim smirks.

“I want you to sit tight through a lap dance. From Buck.”

Buck chokes. Again.

“How is that my dare?” Eddie asks, but he knows as soon as he says the words that it’s the wrong thing to say.

“You know why this dare is for you, Eddie,” Chimney replies, which. Fair. Everyone knows, probably. Eddie’s suddenly drunker than he’s ever been in his entire life.

Chaos descends. Everyone is laughing, or making some snarky remark Eddie is pointedly ignoring.

“Buck.” Bobby says, low in the middle of the noise, but Eddie still catches it. “Are you ok?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he grabs the tequila bottle and takes a shot, then another one.

“Alright, Eddie,” he says, “move your ass to the chair.” He turns to Athena, making grabby hands. “Phone.”

Suddenly, everyone’s quiet.

Eddie’s sitting on the chair, and Buck, already taller than him when they’re both standing up straight, is looming in front of him, looking impossibly tall, impossibly broad, impossibly big. Buck shouldn’t even be possible. Eddie is sure Buck is a fever dream he’s having; that’s the only possible explanation to this moment.

God, Eddie is so screwed.

The song starts, and it’s probably not what any of them expected, but it is, somehow, exactly something Buck would pull up.

He cracks his neck, looking down at Eddie. This is another person. This is another Buck, in an alternate universe, where he looks at Eddie like he wants to eat him whole. He’s so damn big.

He starts moving, and Eddie knows he isn’t the only one surprised by just how not gangly he is. He’s never gangly, in life, but Eddie wasn’t expecting him to be able to move his hips like that. He’s not looking at anyone, can’t possibly tear his eyes away from Buck’s body, but he knows everyone’s thinking the same.

Who is this man?

He moves, his hips swaying as he goes, until he’s behind Eddie. He goes down, his hands moving slowly from Eddie’s shoulders, down the length of his arms, and back up. He keeps going, until his hands are on both sides of Eddie’s head, and then he’s tipping it back, making Eddie look at him, upside down. He winks. Eddie’s breath catches. Oh, God.

He moves in front of Eddie again, and starts coming close. Eddie hopes he won’t come any closer, that’s dangerous, but of course Buck does. Of course, Buck pretty much sits on Eddie’s lap, moving his long legs on either side of Eddie’s. Of fucking course, Buck moves his hips. Never learned a thing about control, huh?

He takes Eddie’s hands, places them low on his belly, holding onto Eddie’s wrists, and makes them move up, up, up, until Eddie gets the memo and starts pushing Buck’s shirt off of his shoulders until it falls to the floor.

Somewhere, distant in Eddie’s mind, he thinks about the fact that he can’t hear shit save for the song, loud around them. Their friends are almost annoyingly quiet after all that noise. But, then again, Eddie gets it. Buck’s putting on a show.

And, frankly, the whole thing is going fine. Is Eddie currently sporting a hard-on while Buck is in his lap? Sure. But that was par for the course, right? That was exactly what Chimney was hoping would happen. So, yeah, Eddie is doing fine. He is.

Right until Buck sinks his head to Eddie’s neck and licks a wet, wet stripe up to his ear.

Eddie, who was being a good boy up until now and was keeping his hands to himself, is only human, and cannot help himself as his hands shot up to hold onto Buck’s thighs, hard.

The song ends. Buck stills where he is, and presses a kiss behind Eddie’s ear, where his face is still tucked against Eddie’s neck, and moves up slowly, giving Eddie a second to breath.

Hen’s the first to break.

“Holy shit, Buckaroo! Whew, I’m hot over here, baby, and I don’t even like whatchu got!”

Buck laughs, ducks his head, a blush spreading hard down his neck.

“How you holding up there, Eddie?” Chimney says, teasing, and Maddie throws a cushion at him. “Ow, babe!”

“Shut up, Chim,” she says. Eddie’s thankful.

The music goes back to whatever it was before, and Eddie moves back to his spot quick, grabbing Buck’s shirt of the floor, balling it up, and placing it on his lap. A guy has modesty. Chim won’t stop looking at him, a knowing smirk on his lips – but hey. It’s not like no one else was watching. Everyone knows. Whatever.

He takes a shot of tequila, just for good measure. Then he spins. It lands on Athena.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth for a change, I guess; we need to stay alive.”

He laughs. “Ok. Tell us one thing Bobby would not like for you to tell us.”

Buck’s laughter is the only thing he can hear.

“Oh, Eddie, risky!”

Athena’s face is the look of mischief. “Sometimes my husband over here wants to wear socks to bed, if you catch my meaning,” she wiggles her eyebrows, looks around at everyone. “I don’t let him, of course.”

This just might be the loudest everyone’s laughed so far.

“Hey, I’m old, ok? A guy gets cold,” Bobby tries to go for nonchalant, but his cheeks are almost neon red.

“I’ll tell you guys,” Maddie starts, and Chimney immediately starts groaning. “Mr. Chimney has tried that once or twice on me. Stay strong, Athena!”

They laugh, and Athena spins. It lands on Eddie, but Maddie stops them.

“Nah, he just went, let the guy breathe. Spin again.”

It lands on Karen this time.

“Truth or dare, babe?”

“Truth.”

“Who’s your favorite? Michael or me?”

“You guys really need to quit the favorite thing,” Maddie complains from the couch, while Karen laughs.

“Nah, sis, Imma have a shot,” she says, and does.

She spins, and it lands on Buck.

“Alright, Buck! Truth or dare?”

Buck smirks. “Dare.”

Karen looks at Chimney. They smirk at each other.

“Brave, brave boy,” she says. “Take a shot, Buck.”

He looks confused. “Is that the dare?”

“Take the shot.”

He’s still confused, Eddie can see, but he does as he’s told.

“Good boy, Buck. Ready?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the p at the end.

“Seven minutes in heaven. You and Eddie.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to choke.

It feels as though someone hit the slow-motion button on the universe’s remote. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, can hear as everyone cheers and groans and laughs around them. When he’s able to focus again, Buck is already standing up and he’s offering one hand down to Eddie.

Taking it is both the easiest and riskiest thing Eddie could do tonight.

This has to be a fever dream, right? There’s no way this is happening to Eddie. They’re all adults. All drunk out of their minds, playing a stupid game of truth or dare. There’s no way this is happening.

But, hey. If this is a fever dream, then might as well take the chance while he has it. If he’s hallucinating, then there’ll be no consequences.

He takes Buck’s hand.

Karen and Chimney high five.

Eddie can hear as Athena yells “just go in the bathroom”, but Buck was already one step ahead of her. He locks the door and turns off the light, as dictate seven minutes in heaven rules.

They’re quiet, but they’re breathing heavy. Eddie has his back against the wall, and he’s reminded, yet again, of just how damn big Buck is, especially when he’s all up in Eddie’s space like this, when his hands are bracketing Eddie’s head, keeping him in place.

“Hi,” Buck says, and Eddie can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hi,” he replies, and he hates how breathless he sounds, but the only thing he can think of is the time they’re wasting. Seven minutes. Maybe the only seven minutes with Buck he’ll ever get. The clock is ticking.

“Is it ok, Eddie? We don’t have to do this.” He sounds careful, and Eddie hates it. He hates it when Buck’s careful with him, but what he hates more is the hesitation; hates that maybe Buck doesn’t want this, and that they’ve been forced into this situation by their pushy friends. He feels suddenly sober and he doesn’t like it.

“We don’t have to, Buck. It’s fine if you don’t want to. We’ll be fine.” He can’t help how dry his voice goes, how he sounds like he just lost something. He feels like he has.

There’s a pause. He can feel Buck moving, and suddenly there are big (thick, strong) hands around his jaw and cheeks, and Buck’s entire body is pressed against his, hot like a furnace.

“Oh, Eddie, I want it.”

And then he’s kissing Eddie, hard, his tongue pushing its way into Eddie’s mouth like it has a right to it, and, boy, Eddie is drunk.

Buck keeps his relentless assault on Eddie’s mouth as his hands move down, one settling on Eddie’s waist, and another going lower to grab a handful of his thigh, and Eddie, well. He’d be embarrassed, in any other circumstances, but right now all he can do is let out a small groan that still makes its way out despite their kiss, and Buck pulls away for a minute to laugh. Eddie is about to protest, except that Buck latches onto his neck next, and oh, oh, my God, this is embarrassing, but Eddie is painfully hard in his pants.

He moves one of his hands up where he can’t get a good tangle in Buck’s hair, because it’s so short (and ain’t that a shame?), but he can scrape his short nails against Buck’s scalp and the back of his neck. He learns that that does something, because Buck’s roughly shoving a leg in between Eddie’s, and suddenly there’s the amazing friction that Eddie so desperately wanted. He croaks out a broken get back up here, because he needs Buck’s tongue against his again, right now, or else he’s pretty sure he’s going to die.

He feels like the teenager he never really had the time to be. It’s intoxicating.

Buck’s hands are inside his shirt, moving up so, so slowly, when there’s a knock on the door and the spell breaks.

“Fuck,” Buck says, so heartfelt that it makes Eddie snort.

“Time’s up, boys,” Bobby says on the other side.

Buck squeezes his waist.

“Be right there,” he rasps out, and he sounds good.

Eddie knows he’ll never recover from this.

“We’re finishing this later, right?” Buck asks, and he sounds hopeful. Eddie knows this is their make-or-break moment.

“Come sleep over,” Eddie says, and before he can think, Buck’s kissing him again, hard, happy, smiling against Eddie’s lips.

“Every night, Eddie.” Another kiss. “Every night.”

They stumble out of the bathroom, shielding their eyes from the lights after the darkness inside. Everyone’s quiet for a moment, until Chim says:

“Damn, Eddie, sure you guys were making out and not that Buck was punching you on the neck?”

They all start laughing, and Eddie knows he’s blushing, but Buck hugs him, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck, as he says I’m sorry, and Eddie decides he doesn’t care. He starts laughing with them, because, really, this whole thing is ridiculous. He moves his hands inside Buck’s shirt, moving them up Buck’s back, and holding on tight.

Eddie feels distant, content to be hiding behind Buck’s body, drunk on the alcohol, but also on the smell of him, and nothing matters, until he hears Athena say:

“Does this mean the game is done?”

“The two of you suck!” Hen says, but she’s laughing.

“They sure will,” Chim adds, to which Eddie has to laugh.

“Congrats, Chim, that’s the first joke!” Buck says, muffled against Eddie, but somehow it still makes its way out and everyone laughs.

Maddie gets up from the couch. “Alright, let’s just go back to everyone having fun,” she says.

And they do.

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34. Part 6

I shuddered at the thought, the thought of me having to play mother to a child that isn’t even mine. I hope she gathers herself for her child “not going to lie but even if I was angry with Chris, and I was hurt. I wouldn’t be bothered. I would take my child and be happy. I hope she acts right, I’m not for kids being hurt but if she goes bad and doesn’t take care of him and then Chris is gonna look to me, and then what” I said to Mel “you married a man with kids Robyn, it could happen but don’t wish these things into existence but I think that bitch is mentally unstable anyway, it’s scary. How she snapped at that boy, but I wouldn’t mind Roro being here, she’s such a happy child. That is what I like about her. I mean I think with him he may have been brainwashed with her ways; you know!?” Mel ain’t wrong “I’m not sure about him at all, Chris doesn’t have that bond anyways but if Chris ends up going court and then wins more rights over his son then I wanted, then I’m kind of not going to be happy” Mel snorted laughing “be nice to the bitch then” side eyeing Mel “nah, she ain’t getting my money, she can fuck herself. Chris is just not rubbing my feet right now, he’s here on his phone. He needs to be like me, not care for my phone” I huffed out “but I think you may need to have that thought in your mind and accept what may happen, you know?” Mel is right “let me check on what he’s doing, I don’t want people upsetting him. He likes to read into things, I need his page deleting again” walking around the counter slowly, he has not moved away from his phone at all. The thing is people love to harass Chris because they know he takes it to heart, and cares because Chris was looking at me with puppy dog eyes and then I spoke. That bitch is a bully, and I won’t have it, he just wants to a quiet life. Chris is not weak, never that but he just wants a quiet life that he pays the bitch money, like now. She’s using Aeko as a ploy to get to him. I know his son won’t go hungry; he will be ok. I am keeping the care packages; I don’t even care about that. I don’t know where that bitch is mentally, but if things get bad I’m gonna have to have that child here. I’m not a bad person but still, I rather not.

Resting my arm on Chris’ shoulder looking down at his phone, why is my husband like this. Why does he have to get himself caught up on Instagram, pressing a kiss to the back of his head “what are you doing? We are supposed to be going upstairs” this man is staring at his tagged pictures “huh” he looked up at me “what is it? Talk to me, why are you staring at your phone and not looking at me? It’s our time” he poked his lower lip out “they are saying mean things?” I think they are “Fenty isn’t mine, they are saying how ugly I was as a baby when your forehead was bigger than my phone screen, and apparently my mom liked a post but like what if she didn’t read the caption” I sighed out “delete Instagram, you was happier without it. I want you to delete it, once you can handle the shit people say then you can go back on it. I don’t want to treat you like a child but it’s not good for your mental being when you are trying to better yourself, people are gonna tag you in shit. It’s bullying, they always do it to you. What did your mom like, tell me?” I rather we speak on it then just leaving it alone “that Rihanna got what she wanted, a baby. She will throw him soon, DNA test needed” rolling my eyes “Delete your Instagram, you don’t need this negativity” Joyce is asking for a beating from me, she is digging into this hole that she can’t escape “Robyn, Tina is on the phone, Joyce is trying to contact you?” Frowning at Dennis, Joyce is trying to call be “Joyce who?” Walking of towards Dennis and see what the fuck is up “my mom?” Chris said behind me, that boy adores his mom and she’s a bitch “is on mute?” I asked Dennis following him into the living room “yeah, Tina called and was like is Robyn there because if so Joyce is on the phone, i said who? She said Chris’ mother, I mean she has Chris’ number right?” Looking behind me and I knew Chris would be behind me following me, I didn’t want him too, but he did, I don’t blame him because it is his mother.

Taking my phone from Dennis, taking in a deep breath before answering “Tina” I said “she’s muted but she called on withheld and she said she got in touch with your manager, I’m like Robyn is her own boss so chile, I don’t know. But your publicist called me, but can I put her through?” Tina said “but what does she want? Didn’t she say what the issue was? She has her son’ number, I don’t get that she rang you like this” turning to Chris all in my space “Chris, I am going to go into another room, private. This is a private talk between us, and I don’t want you to be upset about shit yeah, then I mean it. We are going! Let the world go to shit, I don’t care. One minute Tina” moving my phone away from my ear “but I would like to hear what she has to say, it’s not fair, why didn’t she ring me. Why am I being penalised, for what!?” he spat “because she is what she is, I promise I will tell you what she says, do you trust me?” I asked “I do but I want to hear” he is hard headed but so can I “if you trust me then you will let me go and I will be back to tell you, I would not let her ever disrespect you but I can’t concentrate on this call and see your sad face, you know” Chris has this sad face now because he’s been reading shit “fine, you better tell her that she is hurting me” nodding my head “I will, just wait here. I will be back” walking by Chris “yeah so Tina, did she mention anything to you? Like what the fuck this is about!?” I would like to know anything before I answer this call “nothing, just that can I speak to Robyn, I did say she is busy and she said with my son then it clicked on who she is, Chris’ mother so yeah” rolling my eyes “ok put her through” I will go into the second living area, hopefully Chris stays put.

Sitting down on the couch “you called” I said, she is being awfully quiet for a woman that called me “I have never been an evil person Robyn, I love. I love everything and everyone, and you have married my son I see” she said “he married me, he purposed to me. I didn’t kidnap your son, clearly you think I brainwashed your grown ass son. He made his decision” I don’t want to snap at her “he is brainwashed when it comes to you, you had sex with him unprotected knowing full well what you wanted” and she says she is nice “what I wanted? Oh yes, I wanted to be the third baby mother, I wanted to be caught up in Chris’ issues, I wanted to play step mother, yes I wanted to deal with Chris’ bipolar and his odd ways, yes I wanted that. I wanted to heal Chris from his past because he hasn’t healed himself because nobody fucking cared to do it, yes Joyce! I wanted that, any sane bitch would just do what that bitch in Germany has done, oh you are just vile. Why the fuck would I wait all these years of my life to be in this situation!? Huh? Riddle me this, why is it you’re still stuck on the fact I stole your son? I didn’t steal Joyce, I took a broken man that was stuck on drugs and because I love him, if it wasn’t love he would be on the fucking streets and he would be a sperm donor, fuck!” I snapped, I just couldn’t hold back on that “you one big deluded bird” I need to not be rude “you got that bitch crying it’s love, and you crying I stole a boy you didn’t care about! Yes he is an adult, you right Joyce, he is a grown adult that his own mother failed him, I mean I am mothering him, oh wow. I am angry at you! I should be telling you, you stole your son’ adulthood because you shipped him off in his childhood to New Jersey because you couldn’t handle him, you leave him alone Joyce. You called me for what!? Hurt that I married him, mhmm. You can also stop using his name to sell your old people clothing, nobody wants those tacky shits, you also are on the list to not use his name. Only me, his daughters, his son will use his name. You! Let me find out you do, you’re getting sued, I suggest you sign those papers too Joyce!” the phone disconnected, just like that she ran off, I will not put up with shit.

I have known Chris since we were teenagers, I know everything about him, and I fucking know everything. His mother couldn’t handle him, she shipped him off. How can she allow her son to have sex as a child, I would like to murder her to be honest and they expect him to be sane. Fuck that, but that is done now. Getting up from the couch, I am done and if I get another issue now I am going to scream. I want to have some peace with Chris, no drama. I opened the door and Chris was already stood there “you don’t listen do you” tilting my head a little “you know me, you was sticking by me, like you out here dishing out gag orders on people” I chuckled “Chris, you’re my husband. I will be doing what I can, I am always doing something. I am sticking by you, like you do me. It’s ok, no evil will come between us. She will be coming to you Chris; she will want you ok?” Chris nodded his head “did you delete your Instagram?” that is the first thing “yeah, I turned my phone off too. Mel said it was be best if I did. Too much drama happening now, like people are all up in the air about it. Us being married” smiling at Chris “that is fine, I need to give my phone Dennis then we are going upstairs. We can talk about anything you like too. I am all ears, but you need to rub my feet” walking into the kitchen “those are my snacks! Get off, this fat bitch needs it but here Dennis. And please look after my daughter. If she does play up then you may come to us, do not post pictures of her, not the face anyways, you know the deal. Have fun” Jah looks like he is up to no good “he wants to wake her” Mel said “don’t bother, she will hate you for it” I said walking off “gummy drop want foot rubs huh” Chris put his arm around me “I do, and you better deliver. I think maybe we should literally sit in our robes too” I was in my robe, but I put something on to come down, after the minor meltdown earlier which I am over now.

I giggled seeing Chris in my Savage x Fenty robe, I swear he is the cutest “so you got boxers on?” I have to ask because you never know, he lifted the Robe showing me his boxers “ohhhhhh Savage Fenty boxers now? Mhmm I wonder who designed those, your dick looks bigger in those” I winked at Chris “my wife did that, I like them and this robe. I feel like a brand new guy” raising my leg at Chris “come on now” Chris chuckled getting onto the bed, he grabbed my foot “be nice now” side eyeing him gripping my foot, he sat across from me “do you have panties on?” Chris stretched my leg out to check and I yelped out “aye, I see your coochie” trying to reach over to slap his hand but Chris has a grip on my foot now “I have panties on thank you” laying back on the bed “I was just testing you gummy drop, if you take your robe off, I will take mine off” frowning at him “mhmm why you want me to take my robe off Christopher? After calling me gummy drop, I am not removing anything” Chris moved his hand and came over to me, hovering over me “I miss this” looking up at him “this position?” Chris grinned, biting on my bottom lip “I do, a lot actually” reaching my hand up and placing it at the side of Chris’ cheek, he lowered his head as he rested it on my shoulder, wrapping my arm around his neck, he didn’t lay on me but he was careful with me and just rested his head on my shoulder “I love you” pressing a kiss to the side of his neck.

[holylulusworld]

Salvation

Summary: Why can’t he stay away from you…

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Lisa Braeden, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, arguments, language, fluff, a hint of tension, a hint of crack ;)

This is the requested sequel to: Rapture

 “I just lost the woman I love…”

The words leaving Dean’s lips make Lisa gasp. She always knew there was someone else in his heart and on his mind, but Lisa was too afraid to ask about the other girl.

“What the fuck, Dean? Are you kidding me? Not three years ago you promised to me I’m the one, that you want me, not your brother, hunting or another woman!”

“Lis’, I know what I told you back then. I promised Sam to settle down, stop hunting. I knew she didn’t want to give up hunting, give up this lifestyle or to find a way to get Sammy back.” Dean whispers not daring to look into Lisa’s eyes.

“Did you ever love me, Dean?” Lisa’s eyes are filled with tears as he takes too long to answer. “I don’t know. I thought I do love you, Lis’, I swear… but when I accidently ran into Y/N as she was hunting with Sammy I fell for her again.”

“So, she spread her thighs and you decided to cheat on me, Dean. Classy. A whore wormed her way into your bed, and you fell for her.” Lisa spats and Dean gets up, shaking his head.

“It’s not her fault, it’s mine. She tried anything to stay away. Y/N told me to never contact her again after we met. She was stronger than me. Weeks later I found her with Bobby’s help. I followed her for a while.” Dean’s features soften at the memory. 

“Was this the time you were away for a ‘business trip’?” Lisa’s features harden as she realizes Deans started to cheat on her over a year ago.

Dean nods, glancing at his wedding band. “I was not happy anymore. Maybe I never was. All the time I was away, having a weekend trip with Dennis or was hiking with Scott I was hunting, Lisa.” Lisa’s eyes widen as she takes a deep breath. 

“You won’t leave me for this chick. We have married Dean; you gave me your word. You said I do.” Jaw tense, eyes hard Lisa glares at Dean. “I will ruin you if you leave me. Do you know how the women in our neighborhood will bad-mouth about me? Lisa Braeden fooled by her husband.”

“Lis’ I never wanted to hurt you; I swear but I don’t think I want to stay married to you. Y/N broke up with me, burned all bridges. I must find her. I can’t keep on pretending I want this life with you. I know it’s selfish, cruel and not fair, but I need to leave.” Dean’s hand is shaking as he slides the ring down his finger, placing it onto the table.

“I swear I’ll make your life living hell if you dare to leave me,” Lisa yells now, watching Dean sprint upstairs to pack his things. “Dean Winchester I summon a demon if I have to. I know enough to do so.”

“Lisa, please just let me go. Why keep me here knowing I don’t love you anymore? I know this is the wrong way to call things off, but I can’t keep on pretending.”

Lisa falls silent as Dean walks upstairs not giving her a second glance. When her husband is out of sight she starts smashing things against the wall, yelling, cursing your name.

All the anger released she looks at Dean walking down the stairs. He feels guilty for hurting Lisa, but you can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs. If he wants to win you over, wants to show you his love Dean needs to commit to you once for all.

“I’ll leave you the truck on the money I made. I don’t need anything else but Y/N in my life.”

Lisa watches her husband leaving the house. She glances out of the window as he drives his dusted Impala out of the garage. Lisa doesn’t feel the loss of love, she only thinks about what the neighbors will think about her and Dean…

—-

Dean drives around. Restless. Shaken. Your apartment was empty. You left nothing but a note for him. ‘I wish you happiness with the woman you love, Y/N,’ was written on the piece of paper.

His hands grip the steering wheel tight enough to make Dean hiss in pain. Heart racing a mile in a minute he speeds toward Bobby’s place. It’s the only shelter you ever had so he assumes you will meet up with Sam for hunts there from now on.

Sam refused to answer his brother’s calls since the day he got his soul back thanks to you, not his big brother. Dean was in too deep into his apple pie life, his marriage, and the try to not let his façade crumble.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean curses jumping out of the car as he sees Sam holding you in his arms, stroking your back. Right there, outside of Bobby’s house, Dean throws a tantrum.

He runs toward your position ready to attack his brother to get to you but then his brother let go of you and just now Dean can see the tears stream down your face, your quivering lips and the way you avoid looking at him.

“Dean! What are you doing here? Didn’t you do enough? You are a married man cheating on your wife with the woman who always loved you. Do you know how heartbroken she was every time you left her alone after you had what you came for?” Sam’s voice is hard, just like his eyes.

“Sammy…I…” Dean gasps as you grasp at Sam’s hand, trying to make him stop telling Dean about your feelings and the pain.

“Please, Y/N. I need to talk to you…I.”

“Sam, can you give us five minutes? We can go on that hunt later.” Your eyes are red and puffy and Dean’s heart aches at the sound of your broken voice.

Sam’s glances at you before he enters Bobby’s house, mumbling a warning toward his elder brother. Dean is by your side in a blink, cradling your face to stroke your skin with his thumbs.

“I found you, Y/N.” Dean gasps. “I broke things off with Lisa. I’m going to get divorced. I should’ve never married her.”

Your eyes meet Dean’s as you try to find the right words. “I told you to be happy with the woman you love. Leave and don’t come back to me. I’m not doing this any longer.”

“I followed your wish. I want to become happy with the woman I love. With you. I’m begging you. Choose me. Love me. Please.” Dean’s lips brush over your forehead daring not to touch you too intimacy.

“Dean…”

“I never loved her the way I love you. I just wanted to keep my promise to Sammy, and I knew you would never give up hunting for me.” You start shaking as his lips press a soft kiss to your skin.

“Dean, I would’ve followed you to hell and back. Anytime. You just never asked me to do so…” Your voice cracks as you wrap your hand around his left one. Your fingers slide over his only to find something missing. His ring is gone…

“Where’s your ring?”

“I told you I’m going to get divorced. I’m all yours if you want me. I can’t offer you much.” Dean sighs. “I got my car, a few clothes, and a pissed little brother. I gave her all the money I earned over the last years, my truck and stuff. I told her I only need you in my life…”

“Goddammit, Dean! How can a woman resist you if you tell her shit like that?” You groan and he starts smiling. You are using your annoyed tone, teasing him.

“Just don’t resist me then…”

“It’s not that easy - I might have someone else.” You shrug glancing up at Dean. “Maybe he’s willing to share…”

“Share…” Dean chokes out as a wicked grin spreads over your lips.

“Share. Dean, come here.” You call and a German shepherd races toward you. “Good boy, sit.” The dog sits down immediately waiting for your command. “Such a good boy. See. This is a well-behaved Dean. Maybe you can learn a thing or two.”

“From a dog?” Dean asks as you gently pat your dog’s head. “Yeah. My Dean is allowed to sleep in my bed. A privilege you will have to earn first.” Turning on your heels you snap your fingers and Dean, the dog not the man, follows you.

“I can do tricks too,” Dean whines running after you. “I can undress with only one hand. I can park my car blind and I’m a master in…”

Your eyes meet Dean’s as he looks at you, silently begging for a chance. Your eyes narrow, lips pursed you nod. “Fine, let’s start with a simple trick. No other women…”

“That’s an easy one. I only want you…” Your dog is eying Dean suspiciously, silently snarling he tries to get your attention. “Good boy. Don’t bite the other Dean. Maybe I like him.” You chuckle stroking your dog’s fur.

“Only like me?” 

“For more, you will have to prove you are serious about wanting me, not Lisa. I never liked this woman, but I won’t let you play with her heart or mine any longer. Make a decision.” Your eyes meet Dean’s. “Pick me. Love me and don’t leave me again.”

“I choose you, Y/N. Anytime. I’ll follow you to hell and back if needed.”

Clicking your fingers, you chuckle as Dean, the man not the dog, follows you into Bobby’s house. “I hope we don’t have to go that far, Dean.”

“I’m sorry for everything I ever did wrong to you,” Dean whispers as you pat your dogs back. “I want you to call her and apologize for everything you did wrong to her. After that, you have to decide if you want to stay here or go back.”

Dean wants to say something, but you press your index finger to his lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Talk to her first, then decide. I’m in Bobby’s guest room, come in or leave. Either way…”

Your feet carry you away from Dean as he dials Lisa’s number, clearing his throat…

—-

Half an hour passed as you click your fingers to let your dog sleep onto your bed. Dean took too long and you assume he decided to go back.

“Well, Dean. You’ll have your mommy on your own, I guess.” Your dog purrs as the door opens and Dean steps in.

“No, he won’t. I told her everything. There’s nothing left to say except for I love you; you are my salvation and all I’ll ever need in my life.”

Your eyes meet Dean’s as you let his words sinks in. You can see the tension in his body as he waits for your response.

“Sorry, Dean. You’ll have to sleep on the floor in that case.” Dean is looking at you, eyes wide as your dog whines, leaving the bed.

“Thank god you meant the dog. This is so confusing.” Dean mutters watching the dog lying onto a fluffy blanket.

“I like he was listening to me, takes care of me. My personal Dean – only wanting to be close to me.” 

“I can be your Dean if you want me. Please take me back. I know I messed up for such a long time, but I’ll do anything.”

“We can try to start anew…”

“Hi, my name is Dean Winchester and I’m in love with this special girl.” Dean holds out his hand as you smile, shaking it. His thumb is caressing your skin while you chuckle lightly. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you, Dean…”

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[theentiregdtime]

ready when you are.

“It went okay! I mean, it wasn’t great… Plus, our rating is totally trashed on AirBNB. We’re gonna have to set up a different account- you know, for next time.”

Dennis swallows the swig of warm vanilla coffee in his mouth and sets the mug down on the counter. His eyes dart up to focus on Mac, standing on the other side of the kitchen, struggling to work his fingers around the delicate buttons of his denim shirt.

He can’t remember the last time he saw Mac wearing an actual shirt- with actual buttons- but it’s a good look on him. 

Yeah… Mac’s a good-looking guy.

Dennis lets those sorts of thoughts cross his mind now, because the hole in the bottom of his stomach is full. It’s full of the things he’s buried and repressed and denied for the past forty years of his life, and there’s no more room down there. Trying to ignore those feelings about Mac is like stuffing a pile of laundry into an overpacked suitcase, and Dennis is so tired of balling everything up and sitting on top of it and fighting with the zipper. 

He’s not fighting anymore. He’s starting to let go of things he imprisoned a long, long time ago. He starting to set them free.

It doesn’t feel as bad as he thought it would. Sometimes it’s better to look at the monster in the corner of the room dead-on. Sometimes it turns out to just be a shadow- the light playing tricks on you. 

Dennis sees the light now, and it’s not nearly as scary as he expected.

“Next time?” he asks; he doesn’t want there to be a next time.

“Yeah, next time. I’m not giving up on you, dude,” Mac swears as he secures the last button. When his promising eyes glance up at Dennis, they’re so big and brown that he can see his face in them, and he wants to keep seeing himself like that- as a reflection of Mac- but he can only do that if they always stay this close. “You know, you could try a little harder to make people fall in love with you.”

But what if they didn’t try?

What if they stopped searching in all the wrong places? What if they stopped searching at all?

Dennis likes how he looks in Mac’s eyes, and he knows that he doesn’t need to search anymore, because he’s found himself right there and he thinks he could see himself there for the rest of his life.

“I am,” he answers softly. It isn’t a lie.

What if they did give up- not on each other, but on everything else in the world? What if they said fuck it to what people think of them? What if they never even left the apartment again, because everything they need is right here- coffee and red wine and warm blankets and each other’s clothes? What if they wasted the rest of their days playing board games and watching movies and dancing to the radio and getting hammered, until they end up on the floor, soft-touching and slow-kissing and laughing, because nothing so complicated ever seemed so simple?

Suddenly, after twenty-five years, it’s clear to Dennis how ridiculous it is that they’ve done all the hard parts of a relationship without the easy ones.

They’ve fought and fallen apart, moved out and moved back in, cleaned up after each other and taken care of one another. Mac’s kneaded circles into his head when it hurt and rubbed at his back when he threw up into the toilet and carried him to bed when he passed out on the couch. Dennis has washed the blood off of Mac’s hands when he did something reckless and ran his laundry through the drier when he was cold and pulled him back to reality when he woke up in the middle of an anxiety attack.

They’ve seen the worst of each other: the ugliest, most disgusting parts; the parts no one else could possibly love- seen each other bare, vulnerable, weak, raging, and scared- and they’ve stayed.

So why not finally let themselves enjoy the good stuff? Why not kiss and fuck and sleep wrapped around one another? Why not shower together and touch each other’s bare skin and let the water wash away the paper-thin walls between them? Why not do the easy shit if they’ve already fought for it, if they fight for it every day?

After all, Dennis doesn’t think he could do much better than Mac. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone better than Mac. He tries to imagine it, what they would look like and the way they would act and how the two of them would fit together, and he can’t.

“-and I don’t know if there’s, like, a box you can check for singles only, but if not, we can just message some people and feel it out, you know-”

“Mac,” Dennis stops him. He hasn’t really been listening, but he understands the sentiment well enough.

Mac’s attention is on him all at once.

There’s something about him nowadays- not his chiseled jaw or his broad shoulders or his washboard abs... Sure, those things certainly don’t hurt, but that’s not what makes him glow.

It’s how gently he’s settled into himself, like he’s getting too old to be uncomfortable with who he is, so he’s stared down all his demons and made peace with them. It’s in the warmth of his eyes and the curve of his lips when he smiles, and there’s something about the way he looks at Dennis that makes him wonder if maybe he could be like that, too- like maybe he’s beautiful in Mac’s eyes.

He doesn’t know why he was so afraid of that before. It’s not such a bad feeling after all.

“Look, just… let it go.” He crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs his shoulders. “Why are you suddenly so obsessed with setting me up, anyways?”

Mac laughs like it’s obvious.

“’Cause I want you to be happy, man.”

Huh.

It’s crazy… but he is.

For the first time in a long time, he is.

Maybe not all the way, not all the time, but he’s content. He’s comfortable. There’s no sense in trying to change a good thing, just because they feel they’re supposed to. They don’t have to concoct schemes in the hopes of finding the perfect domestic picture-frame family. They can keep living like this as long as they want- and maybe it won’t be normal, and maybe society’s not ready for it, but it’ll be Mac and Dennis and nothing else in the entire world sounds better than that.

“Do I seem unhappy?” Dennis prods, trying to keep his voice from getting too defensive. He doesn’t want to turn this into an argument- not when Mac is doing something so selfless, not when he’s trying his best. He doesn’t want to act like that anymore simply because he’s too chicken-shit to be kind and attached and codependent.

“Not, like, all the time, but… Don’t you want to spend your life with someone?”

It’s a stupid question.

He already is. All he’s ever wanted is here.

Dennis stares at Mac for a long time, waiting patiently for a response. He wishes Mac could see right through him; it would make this so much simpler. He wishes Mac would laugh and wink at him and grin and say You want me, don’t you? 

Maybe that wasn’t what he needed before, but it’s what he needs now. He’s finally ready to let himself need it.

“Yes,” is all he whispers back.

For a couple of seconds, nearly gone before Dennis can recognize it, he thinks he sees a wave of clarity glaze over Mac’s eyes like they’re getting the picture. If only his hands and his lips would do the same- but they don’t. He just stands there, balanced against the counter, rolling his teeth over his mouth, standing much too far away.

It’s selfish of Dennis to ask for these things- for Mac to slip his arms around him, to crush his lips against his and kiss him until his lungs buckle, to press him into the wall and tell him he doesn’t need anything else, doesn’t even want it, because they’re a good thing just the way they are. It’s selfish of him, because he so bluntly told Mac not to, and now he’s being all respectful and minding his boundaries and moving on, and Dennis can’t take it anymore.  

He doesn’t want him to move on. He doesn’t want him to move anywhere. He wants him to stay right here where he’s always been- where he belongs.

“Me too,” Mac mumbles in reply.

A fire can only burn quietly for so long before something’s engulfed. A bubble can only hold so much air before it bursts. A barrier can only stand so much weight until it breaks. And they’re about to break, they’re about to burst, they’re about to burn. They can’t go on much longer like this. Eventually, something is going to have to explode.

He thinks Mac wants that, too- at least, he hopes he still does. Dennis doesn’t want him to move on. He can’t move on.

Mac is his best friend, his roommate, his blood brother, his partner in crime, his guy, his everything. Mac is his and he’s Mac’s and they belong to each other. They always have, no matter how difficult it’s gotten and no matter how far they’ve roamed, because you can only run for so long before you come back home to the things you love.

Dennis is home again. And it’s time to stop running.

He bites his lip and takes a step closer, running his fingers along the counter, moving towards Mac more sure of anything than he’s been in his entire life- because fuck it, there’s no fight left in him. His hands are tired of gripping the cliff and he’s ready to fall, and he wants Mac to fall with him.

Mac does, for a moment. He leans forward and ducks his head down and reaches out, and this is happening, this is going to happen, because it hasn’t happened for twenty-five years and Dennis is so fucking tired of waiting.

He’s only just shut his eyes when loud, jarring techno music startles him. He and Mac jump apart like they’ve been caught in the act, and Mac fumbles for his phone to turn the ringer off.

Afterwards, they’re silent, breathing a little harder than normal, still in a daze. No two people in history have ever been so afraid of an alarm.

“I guess we better go,” Mac sighs, pointing his thumb in the direction of the door. 

When he starts to walk away, Dennis reaches out to stop him.

“Wait,” he says as his hand clasps onto Mac’s shoulder. “Just- one more thing.”

Mac turns around and looks at him like he could do anything- like one more thing could mean whatever he wants it to and he’d trust Dennis to make it feel good, to make it feel safe- like he’s never blindly trusted love before but he’d do anything if it was in Dennis’ arms.

He doesn’t take advantage of that.

Instead, he winds gentle fingers around Mac’s neck to adjust the collar of his shirt until it’s straight. He tucks the tag underneath the fabric with his thumb, but doesn’t pull back right away. His hands linger and their bodies stay close together, not touching, but so close.

And there’s this moment… this moment where he swears they both see this for what it is. There’s a moment where the veil is lifted and the expression on Mac’s face is telling him he can be his if he wants to, and that he doesn’t have to keep looking for something he’s already found, something he found when he was young and something he’s always kept, something he’s had close to his heart every day but held too tightly to see it for what it really was all along.

Dennis thinks he’s probably looking at Mac the same way.

But there’s no movie moment- there’s no impassioned kiss or tender embrace or cloying one-liner. That’s not how it is with them. They aren’t the kind of couple you see on a screen. Hell, they aren’t even the kind you see on the street. And they certainly aren’t a romantic comedy.

But they aren’t a tragedy, either. It’s taken Dennis a few years too long to realize that. They aren’t doomed or star-crossed or destined to be apart by some cruel twist of fate. They’re right here, standing at the threshold of their apartment- the apartment where they’ve shared the last two decades of their life and counting, the apartment where they talk for hours and have dinner on the sofa and sleep in the same bed, the apartment where they spend nearly every waking minute together, where everything is softer and easier, where the world’s a safer place, where they’ve lived so much like a couple for so long that it’s impossible to tell they aren’t from the outside.

“You, uh... ready to go?”

They’re so close. There’s just one more step, one last leg of the race, one final twist in the tunnel- and they’re almost at the end. And maybe they are something like a movie, because it feels like there’s going to be a culmination to this story any day now, any minute, because they’ve spent so long with it paused, pretending they could stay there- in that safe space- forever, pretending there wasn’t a finale at all. But there is and it's about time they let it play.

No point in starting a movie without finishing it, right?

And Dennis doesn’t think the ending is going to be as scary as he always pictured. Because this isn’t a horror film. It’s a love story in a lot of ways, and what’s so bad about the possibility of being gazed at like you’re young and beautiful and being wrapped up in strong arms like you’re never going to have to fall alone again and being kissed like some things are more important than breathing?

He wasn’t ready for that before, but he thinks he’s ready now; in fact, he’s sure of it. Because what is his ending, if it isn’t Mac? What was it that he always thought would be so much better than him? Than living like this forever, as long as he’s here?

Women? Casual sex? A bachelor pad where he could be alone for once and only care for himself and do whatever he wanted all the time, where there’d be no one to argue with, to fight with, to fuck it up with over and over and over again?

It sounds pretty goddamn awful.

They’re going to keep messing it up in their own special, shitty, dysfunctional way- and hey, maybe they’re never going to be all smiles and sweetness and perfect chemistry like other couples are.

But maybe that’s okay. Because those people grow out of phases. They change and they get old and suddenly they’re bitter and tired of one another, suddenly they’ve lost something they used to have when they were young.

And Mac and Dennis might be real pieces of shit to each other, but they’ve never lost anything.

It’s been twenty-five years and Dennis is still Mac’s leading man.

And that’s a lot better than most people have.

He just has to wait for Mac to sweep him off his feet. Maybe it won’t be this morning, maybe it won’t be today, maybe it won’t be this week- but it’s going to be soon. Dennis can feel it in the air. He can sense it all around him. It’s here, and it’s warm and promising and forgiving. It feels like the start of the rest of his life. It feels less like the end and more like the first page.

Mac and Dennis are a love story their whole lives in the making, and somehow, this is only the beginning.

And Dennis has a feeling it’s going to be a pretty good story.

He doesn’t say all of that, though, because it isn’t quite time for it. They’re not in the final act just yet.

But they’re right on schedule.

Instead, he pats Mac on the shoulder, and gives him his best leading-man smile.

“Ready when you are.”

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I'll Be Safe In Your Sound Till I Come Back Around

Word Count: 1,684

Warning(s): Manipulation, mind control, toxic relationship, blood, injuries, stab wounds.

Author's Note: Editing is for the weak. The title is taken from Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi.

Patton took a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of his glove. He wouldn't take them off, not unless he absolutely had to. Most of the time Patton didn't even consider his powers an option. Not even Monsters deserved to feel themselves turn to dust. But he knew that, while he'd look for another option, for Dennis? He'd rip them off in a heartbeat. He never worried he'd need to, but this time he wasn't sure. He had a feeling something was going to happen, something was going to go wrong.

"Patton?"

Patton turned around at the sound of his boyfriend's voice.

"Hey," Patton said, his voice shaking.

"You can do this, Patton," Logan promised. His voice sounded so sure, so confident, that Patton couldn't help feeling it too. "I know what it's like to be loved by you, it is so warm and powerful, just like you. I know that Dennis misses that just as much as you do. You'll get him back."

Patton smiled and pulled Logan down so he could kiss him, slow and sweet with something more bitter... something like an apology. Patton pulled back and let his hand linger on Logan's face. He knew he had tears in his eyes, and he wasn't even trying to hide them. He wasn't ashamed to admit he was scared.

"I have to go now," Patton told him. He turned to look at the others and suddenly he had an armful of black cloth and purple hair clinging to him and Patton laughed wetly. "I'll be fine Virgil. Dee would never hurt me."

"Just...be careful," Virgil muttered.

"Always."

Roman approached next after Virgil had forced himself to pull away from Patton.

"I just hate that we can't go with you," Roman sighed, also pulling the shorter boy into a hug.

"I know," Patton agreed. "But we can't risk Dee reacting badly when he sees you guys."

Patton stepped back. He was wasting time, time he didn't have. He looked around the room again, eyes catching on the faces of the people he loves so so much and would do anything for and smiles again.

"I'll be back," Patton promised. He believed he would, but it was whether or not he'd come back the same that was the question. "I promise."

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Dennis didn't think he had ever felt the amount of hate and panic he was feeling at the moment. He stared through his own eyes with no control over his body and mind at Remus. He was a prisoner in his own mind with thoughts slamming into him that didn't belong to him, trying to convince him that they did. He just couldn't believe this was happening! He'd loved Remus, and he thought Remus loved him back but this…even he knew this wasn't love.

Dennis couldn't even console himself with the fact that Patton was coming to save him because Remus knew about that! Worse still, Remus had ordered Dennis to kill his brother once he'd arrived. No matter how he screamed and fought and pleaded no one heard him. All that happened was Dennis hearing his own voice agree flatly. He wanted to sob as Remus handed him his own black and yellow rapier, the weapon that had protected him for years, and Dennis watched his gloved hand wrap tightly around the handle.

What was he going to do?

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Patton had been worried finding Dennis and Remus would be difficult but he found out quickly that they were in the Eris cabin. He probably should have been able to figure that out himself but he was a little frazzled. Gods, he didn't even know what he was going to say. Beg? Plead? He'd tried all that before but it hadn't worked then. Why would it work now?

He paused in his tracks as the Eris cabin came into view and he saw...Remus and Dennis were standing outside of it, looking directly at him. They knew he was coming. How did they know he was coming? Patton ignored Remus and focused entirely on his brother but almost wished he hadn't. The look on his face wasn't just blank, it was empty. Not even guarded like Patton had seen plenty of times before. It wasn't even Dennis.

Patton's hand reached into his pocket and tightened around the small metal object there as Remus said something to Dennis and his little brother began to advance on him, rapier at the ready. Now that, that was just SICK. Remus was forcing Dennis to kill him? What was WRONG with him. Patton couldn't dwell on it because Dennis was only a few feet away. He switched the object into his left hand and grabbed the dagger Thomas had shoved into his hand as he left.

Dennis swung before Patton could even open his mouth and Patton just barely managed to dodge out of the way, the blade putting a small rip in his camp shirt. This wasn't good. Dennis was fast, much faster than Patton, and Patton wasn't a skilled fighter with a blade to begin with.

"Dennis listen to me," Patton begged, taking a step back for each step Dennis took forward. "I know you, alright? I know you think I don't, not anymore. And I know you hate me, that you think I betrayed you and abandoned you when you needed me most and you have every right to think that because I did."

Dennis charged forward and Patton ducked under his sword and rolled to the side so he had a long stretch of grass behind him.

"I'm sorry. I have never regretted anything more than I do that. I was wrong but I NEVER meant to hurt. I love you Dee-Dee, I could never hurt you."

Patton stopped in his tracks and tossed his dagger to the side. Dennis paused too, looking between Patton and the dagger in confusion, like he couldn't understand why Patton wasn't fighting back. But when he looked back into his eyes Patton saw something flicker there, something behind the blankness, behind the spell. Something that recognized him, something that was hopeful and afraid and fighting, and that gave Patton what he needed to push on.

"And I know you won't hurt me." Patton pulled out the object in his pocket and held it out for Dennis to see. It was the pin Dennis had given Patton when he'd comforted him what felt like forever ago. The two snakes caught Dennis's attention and Patton huffed out a laugh of relief. It was working. It was actually working!

"I know you still love me Dee. You have to remember this. You gave it to me when I was upset. You hugged me, and I knew that meant I still had a chance. And if I still do then you HAVE to come back to me Dee! I swear to you, I will never leave you again as long as you want me there. You're my little brother, I will always love you. So come back. I know you're stronger then this because you are stubborn and hate being told what to do and who to be so FIGHT IT!"

It felt like Gaia herself was holding her breath as Patton watched Dennis freeze mid stride and his rapier fall out of his hand. It rolled across the grass out of Patton's vision but he didn't turn to watch it. He could practically see the war within him, the spell versus Dennis. More than once Patton thought Dennis was losing. Then something amazing happened. Dennis moved and shook his head, looking down at his hands and flexing his fingers. Then he looked up and Patton let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob.

"Patton?" Dennis breathed. There was so much emotion behind just his name and Patton laughed in pure joy.

Dennis sprinted towards him and when they collided, Patton wrapped his arms around the son of Apate like he wasn't ever going to let go. Gods he'd missed his brother. But now he'd gotten him back. Dennis was free, free to be himself and free from Remus and they could finally stop him. Patton was so freaking happy.

Then he knew nothing but pain.

He felt a horrible burning sensation from his stomach and suddenly he couldn't breathe. It hurt so much that when he tried to scream all that came out was a strangled groan. Dennis pulled back and looked at him in confusion before he looked down and his eyes widened in horror.

"PATTON!" He screamed. Huh. That didn't sound like a good scream. He looked down to see the narrow bronze blade of Dennis's rapier jutitng out of his stomach, his orange shirt all ready stained with blood. Well that was probably why.

Patton felt the blade getting pulled back out of him and his entire vision flashed white from pain as he was finally able to scream. When he was back to himself he was on his knees and Dennis wasn't in front of him. He heard someone yelling in anger that he was pretty sure was Dee but he couldn't be sure. Everything sounded distant and muffled, like he had water in his ears. He tentatively pressed his hand against his stomach and it came back coated in blood. Everything hurt, so freaking much, his stomach and back felt like they were on fire. His mouth tasted like metal and when he coughed he saw blood splatter against the green grass. That wasn't good.

Dennis reentered his vision and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him a bit so he would look at him. He heard his name a few times and then Dennis screamed out to the side something about someone helping. Patton supposed he did probably need help. He fell forward and Dennis caught him, cradling Patton against him. He moved him so Patton's side was against him and his head was on his little brother's shoulder and Patton couldn't help thinking 'This is nice'.

"PATTON!" He heard Logan cry.

Then he closed his eyes.

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"That Is My Boy!"

Monday 26th October 2020

Hello again everyone! Hope you all had a brilliant weekend, I apologise for this post being late, tonight I will covering yesterday's episode and tomorrow will follow tonight's episode. Last week ended on such a big cliff-hanger, I'm looking forward to what this week has in store. I'm not going to waste any of your time, let's jump right into it!

The episode starts with Sonia receiving a brand new car from a supposed patient she treated in hospital with Covid-19! Quite interesting really, I mean, its a lovely gesture, but possibly something someone wouldn't be able to accept? Or unless this is going to be a new storyline for Sonia? Is this Coronavirus patient going to be a stalker perhaps? What do you guys think? Over the road, Denise is looking out the window in amazement of Sonia's new car, as she smiles Jack joins her in the living room. She attempts to approach the Raymond situation gently, she asks very politely of him whether it's worth her moving back in with Patrick or whether she'll have permission to set up a bed for Raymond. Denise has always said she wants to bring up Raymond with Jack and be a proper family. I do kind of wish Jack would be more supportive of his girlfriend. He seems distracted by Amy's attitude and her homework as Denise is trying to have a quiet word with him.

At the police station, DI Thompson is having words with Callum. At first I thought he was giving him more information on Ellie Nixon, explaining that there were 4 Nixon properties. However, as the conversation goes on, DI Thompson still seems more interested in getting Phil behind bars. It looks as if he's informing Callum about a scam of drugs, if they plant it and Phil goes to recover it, they could catch him? At least, that's what I make out from that discussion. But I might've got that wrong. Why would Phil go to a building which had drugs in it? For money? Possibly! But whatever their scam seems to be, he informs Callum that it'll be happening today!! Does anyone else think that Callum is in too deep? I think he's found himself caught in something that he really can't get out of. I do hope, in time, he'll find a way around it and get DI Thompson in trouble instead!

Meanwhile, at the Cafe, Linda bumps into Max. They haven't been seen together since Max apologised to Linda for kissing her. As they make small talk about her spending the day with Mick, Bobby rushes in with a handful of flyers, advertising his charity - The Lucy Beale Foundation. He announces that they're putting up an award. Both Linda and Max praise Bobby for everything he's doing for his deceased sister. Kathy agrees to take some and Max even offers to take some for the restaurant. As Bobby leaves, Kathy asks Linda whether Mick has found work yet. Linda is quick to defend her husband, explaining that it's really hard at the moment and they're coping okay on her wage. It's then Max also offers her the job to work in the restaurant if she needs the extra money, but before she can answer, Mick appears. He can only act civil towards Max after learning about him making a move on his wife.

Outside in the gardens, Keegan is sat on young Dennis's bench looking after Mack and Mia. Both the children appear to be missing their Grandad, and Keegan very gently explains to them that he's gone back to work, probably in a way of helping him cope with his daughter's death. Across the Square, Gray is sat outside his house with Shirley, watching his children play. They discussing Gray going back to work, she suggests to him it might do him the world of good and give him something to focus on. Gray still admits he still doesn't feel ready, but maybe Shirley will be able to persuade him? As they chat, excited screams and cheers can be heard from across the Square and Sonia reveals herself in a brand new car as she drives around the Square. Shirley and Gray look amazed and can't understand how Sonia can afford such a luxurious car.

Meanwhile at the Mitchell household, Callum informs Ben and Phil about the plan to raid 4 of the Nixon properties. Ah right so it makes more sense now, Phil is to plant drugs in one of the properties and Ellie will never find out which one. He promises Phil that no more will be said about it and it'll be the only way they'll be able to get Raymond back. Phil is to meet them there at 3pm and go along with the plan. However, something tells me this is going to bite Phil right in the bum! I have a horrible horrible feeling that as soon as he has Raymond safe, DI Thompson is going to arrest him for planting the drugs, to which Phil will realise it's all been a set up and he'll lose trust in Callum completely - Ben also will struggling to come to terms with the fact that his boyfriend shopped his Dad to the police. As this conversation continues, Phil is thankful towards Callum and even informs him that he'll never be able to thank him enough, he won't forget what he's done for his family, even stating that he actually belongs in the family now!

Back at the Cafe, Stacey finds Kheerat after their night of passion. Stacey is still quite flirtatious as she confirms to him that the previous night they spent together was nice. However, she isn't looking for a relationship right now, and it would seem that neither is Kheerat. As they chat, Kheerat gets onto the subject of Ruby, he recalls Stacey being out for revenge last night, and it seems that after their chat, she knows he's said some words which have played on her mind. She makes the brilliant point that she's not going anywhere and she's in for playing the long game. It's then that Kheerat mentions he might be able to help her out. What could he possibly do or offer to help Stacey?!

Back at the Mitchell household, Callum is quite clearly a nervous wreck, he spills milk as Ben approaches him from behind. Even though Ben is grateful for everything his boyfriend has done for his Dad and his family, he can't shake the feeling of concern for his boyfriend. He states the fact that he has broken so many rules when it's come to helping them and Ben is refusing to let it affect his boyfriends career. Even if he didn't want him to join the police in the first place, he doesn't want his sacrifices to potentially ruin his career. Ben is clearly being the supportive partner, to me - it looks like the roles have reversed, Ben is thankful to his partner but not wanting him to be in any trouble and yet Callum is all caught up in a web of lies. I REALLY don't see how Callum can go through with this, I'm kind of scared to watch!

Back on the Square, Linda is gently approaching the subject of working a shift for Max to Mick. She insists that if he doesn't want her to work it, then she won't, only it would be good for the money. Mick has been really off with his wife lately, speaking to her in awful ways and pushing her aside, he literally instructs her to do the shift. From across the Square, Tina sees her brother and sister-in-law and happens to mention Frankie and the fact that she just walked off without a word. Linda volunteers Mick to work the shift for her, but Mick is less than impressed and informs his wife that he'll look for a job when he wants to! Linda attempts to fight her corner saying that she was doing it for Tina, but Mick throws in the insult about working a shift for his wife during the times she was drunk. Tina overhears and is shocked at Mick's outburst, Linda is visibly hurt by her husbands words and as he walks away, she makes the phone call to Max and informs him she'll be ready whenever he wants her.

Meanwhile, at the salon, Jack appears to be looking for Denise. Mitch informs him that Denise has gone shopping, I'm assuming to buy stuff for Raymond, ready for his arrival. As they chat, Jack gives his condolences to Mitch and mentions that he understands what he's going through, as he went through the exact same thing when Ronnie passed away. But before he can make an exit, Mitch can see that there's something troubling the family man, he insists he sits and they talk. Jack admits that the main thing that is concerning him is Amy and her behaviour, he panics that she could be turning into her Mum, Roxy. Which in all serious, isn't a bad thing! Roxy was an incredible woman who stood up for what she believed in! I feel it's been nice that the Mitchell sisters have been mentioned, makes me realise how much I miss them in the soap. They were truly iconic characters. If Amy was to be a follow-up Roxy then I wouldn't mind. But I think Jack needs to realise that Amy is becoming of age now and she can decide she can be whoever she wants to be. Okay, she might make some mistakes, but children need to learn from their mistakes, right?! I think maybe Jack is being a little over protective, or am I seeing it differently?! What do you guys think?

Returning to the Cafe - we've been here a lot this episode - Ben finds his Dad and confides in him that Callum could lose his job for everything he's done for them. It's obvious that Phil has complete faith in Callum and he informs his son that he would do exactly the same for Ben if it was him. He completely stands by the fact that he's doing this for his son! Ben warns his Dad that after today, he doesn't him asking Callum anymore favours where he could get into trouble.

At the restaurant, Linda is busy working her shift for Max. Bobby is also helping out as Sharon pops in to apologise for leaving him in the lurch the other day when she received Bobby's belongings. Bobby is completely sympathetic and understands to which she responds with how she can help with his Lucy Beale Foundation, its then the young teenager reveals he wishes both she and Max be trustees for the charity. They are both deeply honoured and agree to the roles, Sharon asks whether Ian has been made aware of his choices but Bobby admits that the news would be better coming from her. Something tells me that Ian will be okay with Sharon, but not specifically Max. Suddenly Linda appears and she's delighted to see her friend ... It's blatantly obvious that Linda is all dressed up for Max, even Sharon compliments her dress and new make-up. Max even offers her a full-time job at the restaurant which Linda politely declines ... or actually shall I say, she flirts with him and states that he can't afford her! To be honest, the way Mick has been treating her lately, I'm not surprised she's slowly falling into Max's arms!

At the Carter flat, Tina confronts her brother, she knows there's something bothering him. He's even acting cold towards her, stating he needs her spare keys back. He's ignoring everything she's saying and instructs her to leave them on the table. Tina is pushing for answers, acknowledging that he's pushing everyone around him away. She pleads to her brother to let her in, she tries to rejog his memory, mentioning how awful it felt when his son wouldn't tell them all about his depression, and also when Linda was suffering with her alcohol addiction, he was the supportive Dad and Husband! Mick knows that his sister is speaking the truth and its like he holds on to every word. He asks her whether she means what she says about him being a great Dad, and Tina is just stunned to hear him even ask that question!

The next scene shows Ellie entering the Arches, she appears to be ready and waiting for Phil to give her the money. However, Phil then informs her that she isn't getting a penny from him, during this scene I feel like cheering at the TV! It's great seeing Phil put someone in their place and not being able to worm their way out of it! He confronts Ellie with all the information he knows about her multiple properties and how awful it would be if something was to be found there. Ellie looks fearful and angry, she knows he is up to something. Suddenly her phone rings and it looks like someone is giving her unfortunate news, it's then that Ritchie makes herself known and confirms that if she just signs the document, it will be known that both Mr Mitchell and Ms Fox did not kidnap their own child and indeed instead signed over! Ellie is less than impressed as Phil offers her a pen!

Back at home, Denise comes home to find Jack sat quietly on the sofa. Is it possible that his conversation with Mitch has been playing over and over in his mind. He tells Denise that since Ronnie passed away, he's never been able to talk to someone or trust someone as much as he does with Denise. This scene is particularly upsetting, both Jack and Denise admit how much they love each other, but Jack informs her that she needs to look after Raymond and he needs to be there for Amy. I think it angers him how much Phil is involved, but he's come to realise that no matter what they do, Phil will always be involved, as he is Raymond biological father! They sadly agree to go their separate ways, for their children.

Meanwhile, Kheerat finds Suki in his office as he's accompanied by Stacey. Seriously, does anyone hate Suki as much as I do? She takes one look at Stacey as shouts "No!" - but it looks as if both Stacey and Kheerat know full well that Stacey has been given a job with them. Kheerat confirms that she starts the following morning, as she leaves, Suki makes the harsh dig that Chantelle wouldn't be happy. Kheerat warns his mother not to even cross that line! But then she turns the conversation to the Slaters again, stating that they could fit a few flats in that one house! Kheerat can see what his Mum is trying to say and is adamant that as soon as Stacey gets paid, she'll be able to pay the rent. But Suki warns that if they miss one single payment then they are out!!

Returning to the Carter household, Mick is finally reaching out to his daughter, Frankie, pondering over whether to send her a message or not, asking if she's okay. He eventually presses "Send!" The final scene on the Square is a very touching one, Denise walks onto the Square to see a car pulled up. She asks Ritchie whether Raymond knows who she is, and whether he's been told anything about his Nan. Ritchie confirms he doesn't and slowly this shy little boy walks towards her with a small suitcase. From across the Square, Phil is watching everything unfold as his son is finally reunited with his mother. Tears begin to fill his eyes as he watches his son from a distance. Denise crouches to the little boy's level and promises to take care of him. As he takes the young boy inside, Callum asks Phil whether everything is all done now, it's then Phil happens to say "For today!" - is he going to now fight for custody against Denise? I'd hate to see Phil and Denise fight over their boy after everything they've been through with Ellie together!

I didn't realise it, but it turns out that this episode was Ellie's last episode. I'm kind of feeling a bit disheartened as I was hoping to see more from her, I was expecting something really big like a custody battle that would go on for weeks/months! But I guess she played a good part while she was on the soap. However we never got to know much about her, other than she was dangerous, but why was she dangerous?! I'm sure there would've been so much more to her character! What do you guys think? Are you sad to see her leave or do you think her exit worked out well?

I'd love to hear your thoughts. Thank you so much for reading, I'll be back tomorrow following up on tonight's episode! Enjoy the rest of your week folks! Love you all xXx

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Taron Egerton: Concussion!

Note: There will be smut and it will be a doctor AU. It was requested by @sarahegerton96. Love, I hope that you like this and I hope that it meets everything that you had pictured in your head. Please excuse all the mistakes in this. I did try and edit this but I may have missed some things.

If you think that it needs a part two, let me know. Happy reading!

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Whoever thought the it would be a good idea to invent the mosh pit was a right prat. Y/n and her friends were lucky enough to score tickets to an Elton John concert and to say that y/n was excited would be a complete understatement. She stood up the front with other fans who were a little more excited than her and long story short, she ended up getting hit in the head by some man’s elbow. It shocked her but she didn’t feel any different initially. As time went on however, the music started make her head feel like it was splitting in two.

She pushed her way through the crowd and went to her friends again. “Y/n are you ok? you look really pale.” Jenna said, taking note of y/n’s appearance. “I don’t feel so good.” Y/n replied as she put her hand on the area of her head that the man’s elbow made contact with. “Let’s go, we’re taking you to the hospital.” Dennis said as he took hold of y/n’s hand and walked back to the car they had arrived in. As they drove to the building, y/n’s heart started to race at an alarming rate. “Are we almost there Dennis? She looks like she’s going to be sick or pass out.” Jenna panicked. “Yeah we are. Y/n, just breathe.” Dennis instructed as he kept his eyes on the road.

 They arrived before too long and just as they walked into the ER, y/n collapsed. “Oh fuck!” Jenna exclaimed as she saw her friend fall to the ground, hitting her head quite hard. Hearing the commotion, Taron ran over to the fallen woman to try and assess the situation. When he realized that she wasn’t responding, his mouth connected with hers as he preformed mouth to mouth. Fortunately for him, his method worked and she came to. Y/n looked up at the man above her and smiled as best she could but it turned into a painful groan. By this point, more doctors had come to help Taron escort the girl to a room for farther assessment.

It was determined that y/n had a severe concussion (Grade 3 Concussion) and would have to stay in the hospital for the next few days or so that they could observe her and make sure that she was healing the way she was supposed to. Dennis and Jenna were informed of the hospital’s plan and they went to go see y/n for a few minutes before making the journey home. Taron was assigned to look after y/n and he was secretly very happy that she was now put under his care. 

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The next few days flew by and before she knew it, Taron was walking into her room to give her a final look over to make sure she was all set to go home. “How do you feel?” Taron asked as he looked into her eyes to see if there were any signs of trouble. “I feel better.” She smiled happily. She was thankful to have such a caring doctor look after her and not mention, she had developed a small crush on him during her stay. “I’m glad to hear that.” he replied as he walked out of the room. A few minutes later, Jenna walked through the door ready to take y/n home for some much needed rest. Taron walked back into the room with some forms for Jenna to sign that allowed y/n to be returned to her friends. Jenna signed them happily and Taron walked out, secretly chiding himself for not saying anything. Truth was that he too had a little crush on his patient but he had a rule of not dating his patients and he liked to stick to that. 

Once y/n was ready to go, her and Jenna walked toward the exit, only to be stopped by Dr. Egerton himself. “Y/n wait.” He said as he jogged toward the two women. Jenna smiled knowingly at the two and decided to sit down and wait for them to finish saying goodbye. “What’s wrong? Did I forget something?” Y/n asked with concern. Taron shook his head. “No you didn’t but I did. I usually don’t date my patients but there is something about you that I can’t stop thinking about.” Taron explained as y/n smiled warmly at him. “You know, just technically, I am no longer your patient as I was just discharged.” Y/n replied slyly. “Is that a yes?” Taron asked with hope. “It is. Call Jenna and she’ll give you my number and we can talk about it some more.” Y/n responded. “You do have Jenna’s number right?” Y/n continued. Taron nodded as he remembered that Jenna had put herself down as the emergency contact for y/n.

Y/n and Jenna went home and Jenna went to have a nap while y/n and Taron, who was on a lunch break, planned out the date. Taron had suggested that he should take y/n to the carnival that was coming to their town in the next few weeks. Y/n agreed and when everything was settled, y/n went to make dinner and bring it to Jenna.

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The day of the date came and by that point, y/n was feeling like her normal self again. She had promised Taron that she would go on any of the rides as she wasn’t sure if her poor little brain could take it. Taron picked her up and they went to the carnival. 

“This is amazing. I’m really glad that you suggested this place. I’ve had a lot of fun already.” Y/n gushed as she and her date sat at a near by table eating. “I’m glad you are having a great time. Thank you for agreeing to come with me to this. I’ve had fun too.” Taron explained in response. Y/n smiled and stared into his eyes. One thing led to another and before her brain could process what was happening, Taron’s lips connected with hers but this time it was with an intimate kiss and not mouth to mouth. They pulled back and rested their foreheads together as they caught their breaths. “Wow.” Y/n whispered as she tried to think of what to say. “I was thinking the same thing.” He whispered in reply. The couple stayed like that for a while before they decided to head back to Taron’s place so that they could prolong their date as neither of them wanted the night to end.

When they arrived at Taron’s place, he helped y/n out of the car and led the way. Just as Taron shut the door, Y/n pushed him against it and touched her lips to his with a hungry kiss this time. She knew that she liked Taron and she knew that she wanted this to happen. Taron moaned into the kiss and tangled his fingers in her hair as he tried to deepen the kiss. His tongue ran along y/n’s bottom lip, asking for permission which she happily accepted. Their tongues moved together rhythmically. Both of them were moaning into the kiss and that’s when Taron broke away from her. “As much as I am enjoying this, I think that we should move this to the bedroom.” He suggested. Y/n nodded her head and Taron picked her up. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them to his room.

Once there, he laid y/n down on the bed carefully and slowly took his shirt off, revealing his toned body. Y/n licked her lips as she stared up at him in anticipation. “Like what you see?” Taron teased and y/n nodded slowly. “Your turn.” Taron smirked as he pulled y/n’s shirt over her head. He leaned over her and licked down her body. “Fuck.” y/n muttered as she let the feeling of Taron’s warm tongue embrace her. He stopped just above her jeans. He looked up at her as he undid the button and dragged the zipper down with his teeth. She couldn’t get over just how god like he looked. When her zipper was all the way down, Taron hooked his fingers in the waistband and lazily pulled her pants down to reveal her underwear. He licked his lips and y/n watched in anticipation. Taron looked at her as though he was asking if she was ok with what was about to happen. Y/n nodded and that was his que to take her underwear off with his teeth.

Y/n found his tactic of removing her clothing with his teeth sexy, especially with the guttural growl he made as he did it. The next thing that Taron removed was y/n’s bra. When she was fully exposed to him, he smiled down at her and leaned down to kiss her lips before he took her breasts into his mouth. The warmth that his mouth radiated on her body, made her writhe underneath him in pure bliss. “Taron. I need you.”  She begged slightly. He got off of her and removed his own pants and boxers, letting them pool around his ankles. Y/n looked him up and down and when her eyes landed on his erection she gasped and Taron raised his brow at her. She really wasn’t expecting him to be as big as he was. “I won’t hurt you. If it does hurt, tell me and we can stop.” He said as he saw the look of slight fear in her eyes. “Thank you.” She whispered as he crawled over her and kissed her to let her know that she was safe with him.

He reached for a condom before pushing his way into her. He stayed still for a few moments so that y/n could get used to him. She looked up at him and bit her lower lip. “Are you ok darling?” He asked soothingly. “I think so.” She replied with a nod of her head. “just hold on to me.” Taron said as he started to move. The more he moved, the more y/n felt comfortable with his size. She moaned Taron’s name as she felt him pick up his pace. “Oh fucking hell.” She cried out as she felt her climax building. “I’m close Taron.” She breathed out. “Stay with me. I can feel you’re close but just hold on for me.” He replied just as breathlessly. Eventually, they both hit their orgasms at the same time and as they were coming down from their high, Taron placed his head in the crook of her neck and left sweet kiss. 

“That was the best sex of my life. Thank you.” Y/n said as she ran her fingers through Taron’s hair. He chuckled and looked up at her. “No need to thank me y/n.” He replied as he got up and pulled out of her so that he could clean them both up. Once he was satisfied with his clean up job, he ran a bath for the both of them and they spent the next few hours wrapped up in each other’s arms.

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Good Trouble 1x10 “Re-Birthday” Review

In Episode 10 of Good Trouble, it’s Davia’s birthday and she’ll cry if she wants to — and make some poor decisions. After all, that’s what your twenties are for, right?

In true Davia fashion, she plans a huge bash revolved around trivia questions about herself. Each answer is a location on a bar crawl, in which the Coterie squad and their mandatory plus ones are split into two teams competing for a mystery prize. Points can be won by getting to the location(s) first and by taking part in various mischievous activities.

Callie and Jamie are bummed to find that they’re not on the same team, and Bryan is equally upset to find that Gael is on Callie’s team. Though Gael has “chosen” him, he still seems threatened by his boyfriend’s past fling and present roommate.

Mariana’s plus one is Raj, who she now seems to have a friend in, despite their awkward encounter a few episodes back that inspired Mariana to create a female support group at work. Alice invites Sumi whom she also has an awkward past with, being that they’re exes, and Sumi still seems to be stringing her along.

Malika brings her boyfriend Isaac, while Davia forbids Dennis from bringing a plus one and also goes by herself, since her married fling Jeff seems to be ignoring her. Little does she know, Dennis told him off when he showed up at the loft looking for Davia.

With the announcing of the first trivia question, the gang is off ordering their cars from “Coche”, an Uber-eque service. When Mariana and Callie get into their team’s car, they find that their driver is none other than Brandon, their older brother. (Side note, shouldn’t your app tell you who your driver is?)

We later find out that Brandon is driving because his successful wife Eliza, Jamie’s sister, wants to support him while he writes music, but Brandon wants to make his own way. Additionally, Eliza is on the road a lot, leaving Brandon lonely and in need of some human interaction.

He confides in Dennis, who’s in the same boat with his own ex-wife. Their divorce has left him high and dry, and though she’s offered to help him out, he’d refused when his pride got in the way. Talking with Dennis seems to help Brandon realize that he has every right to want to make his own money, and he shouldn’t have to hide that from his wife.

Meanwhile, there’s palpable tension between the love square that is Callie, Jamie, Gael and Bryan. At a gay bar, Davia announces that the players can earn points by kissing someone they’ve never kissed before. When Bryan kisses Callie, it visibly upsets both Jamie and Gael. Jamie confronts Callie asking what they are, and Callie doesn’t really have an answer for him. He tells her that if she wants to be friends with occasional benefits on her terms, he doesn’t want to play that game.

Bryan is upset because although Gael has “chosen him”, he knows that Callie broke up with Gael and is nervous that if she hadn’t, Gael wouldn’t be with him. In a sweet moment back at the loft, Gael promises his boyfriend that he’s with him for a reason and that he doesn’t regret anything that’s happened. Gael and Callie have also agreed to get to know each other as friends. (Yeah, right.)

Alice and her plus one also run into some drama when Sumi leads her on all night. Malika notices and immediately confronts Alice, reminding her that Joey, her blind date a few episodes back, is totally into her. Though Alice is afraid she may not be interested when she finds out Alice still isn’t out to her parents, she takes Malika’s advice and calls her, leaving her various voicemails explaining her situation. Unfortunately, Sumi overhears and seems hurt when Alice mentions she’s completely over her ex. Looks like there’s more drama on the horizon for these two.

When she’s not giving out relationship advice, Malika is forced to confront her own issues with intimacy. Though she’s in a new and drama-free relationship with Isaac, he wants to get to know her better and she’s a closed book. They turn Davia’s trivia themed party into their own game, and when Isaac wins, Malika has to answer a few personal questions. Though she hates talking about her family, letting Isaac in couldn’t have worked out better. It’s clear that this new relationship is built to last.

Mariana and Raj have a relatively fun night, even managing to steal the disco ball hanging from the ceiling at one of the clubs. Though they clearly make a great team, Mariana is leading Raj on big time, and her countless flirtations seem to leave Raj a little disappointed. Regardless, the two decide to give their coworkers something to talk about and post a picture on Instagram, using the ship name they’ve been given in the caption. It’s unclear if their relationship will go anywhere, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t ship them a little bit. For now though, they make great friends.

Davia’s party ends on a bit of a sour note when she texts Jeff and he immediately calls her, debunking her theory that he’s ignoring her and her birthday. She finds out that Dennis told him off, and when he admits that he punched Jeff and told him Davia deserves better, Davia retaliates by telling Dennis he needs to respect himself too.

The episode ends with everyone sending important texts and making important posts, with Callie asking Jamie for a second chance on his terms, and Dennis telling his wife he does want some money out of their divorce settlement. Meanwhile, Davia is hooking up with Jeff, and just as it strikes midnight and her birthday comes to a close, she realizes she can’t keep pursuing a relationship that’s going nowhere year after year. But in  a turn of events, Jeff reveals that he’s leaving his wife. DUN-DUN-DUN.

This episode was like all the standout episodes of Good Trouble — packed full with drama. Even Brandon’s cameo was based on relationship troubles with his wife Eliza. It’s almost difficult to keep up with everyone and their plus ones and all the will they/won’t they relationships. Even those who aren’t dating their dates get into their own drama. And of course, alcohol doesn’t exactly help that situation.

So, we have a lot of relationships to dissect. Let’s start with the love square/rectangle/rhombus: Callie, Gael, Jamie and Bryan. For majority of the episode, it was difficult to tell if Gael and Bryan would be together by the end of the night. Going into their conversation back at the loft, I honestly assumed they’d break up and Gael would go straight to Callie and back to their old ways. But the writers know better than to give the audience what they expect. So even though Callie and Jamie hit a bump at the bar, it seems like they’re back on track.

Brandon was also thrown into the mix, and having had a relationship with Callie, I wasn’t sure what kind of role he’d play. But it seems like the Good Trouble creators aren’t ones for fan service, and Brandon and Callie might be a sunken ship at this point. Of course, there’s no telling what will happen in the future, and with his relationship with his wife seemingly on the rocks, anything could happen.

Now onto Mariana and Raj. I was so sure, probably along with every other viewer, that their possible relationship was over before it began when Raj got majorly rejected by her and understandably told off for attempting to kiss his coworker. But Mariana’s flirting is hard to ignore, and Raj’s pining is even harder. This could go one of two ways: either they’ll become an item and confirm their asshole coworkers’ speculations, or Raj will cross the line again and drama will ensue, especially given that he’s helping her out with an anonymous scheme at work. Let’s be real, it’ll probably be the latter. This is exactly why as much as I like Raj, I’m not committed to loving him yet. Like all the other men Mariana works with, he just can’t be trusted.

Meanwhile there’s Alice and Sumi, whose drama is getting old real quick. At this point, I get it. Alice is being strung along by her ex while helping to plan her wedding. It’s been 10 episodes of this though, and I’m ready to see Alice in  a relationship, hopefully with Joey. It felt like they’d get together after Alice was a guest on her show, so this step backwards has me a bit confused and frustrated. Sumi hasn’t developed as a character at all, sans her negative reaction to Alice’s declaration that she’s over her to Joey’s voicemail box, and even Alice seems to be stuck in place. I’d love to see an episode more focused on her getting her sh*t together, and that includes finding some real comedy work and dropping Sumi altogether.

Speaking of dropping people, I can’t be the only one who hopes Davia kicks Jeff to the curb and gets with Dennis. It’s clear that these two care about each other. Their chemistry has been visible since their duet on the roof. So though I won’t be surprised if Davia entertains Jeff for a little bit longer, I really hope she drops the zero and gets with the hero.

The relationship drama in this episode was so entertaining to watch, just like always. It’s nice that Good Trouble provides a balance between the work drama and the relationship drama, never focusing too heavily on one or the other. These characters are juggling their love lives with their professional lives, and proving that both are equally as difficult and equally as important to maintain. I’m hoping that in the near future, we get back to Mariana’s anonymous list and its repercussions, and back to Callie’s trial troubles.

Although they are the true stars of the show, it’s refreshing to get to know the other Coterie members and their diverse stories. In the end, this is what keeps me coming back for more. Minor character development issues aside, everyone in the Coterie has something about them that has me wanting to see what good trouble they get into.

Good Trouble airs Tuesdays on Freeform at 8/7c.

Jessica’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝.5