#if you return my boops i take is as an open invitation to win the fucking battle

[hopebvllet]

NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT--

[13uswntimagines]

Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her, none of this would have happened. 

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,” 

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,” 

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled. 

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours. 

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment. 

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking. 

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,” 

“Your team?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. 

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?” 

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip. 

“No biggie?  I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed. 

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??” 

****

“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone. 

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was. 

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her. 

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose. 

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back. 

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage. 

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly. 

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. 

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?” 

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously. 

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. 

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously. 

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call. 

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something. 

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal). 

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.” 

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated). 

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose. 

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you. 

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned. 

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo” 

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea. 

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation. 

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go. 

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean. 

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point). 

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles. 

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.” 

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance. 

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient. 

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods. 

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground. 

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.  

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food. 

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth. 

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,” 

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue. 

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

 “But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met. 

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours. 

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes. 

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you. 

“Hm, I’m your goof,” 

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her. 

“No more space travel for a while?” 

 “Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers. 

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

Dare

Word Count: 1309 Characters: the Lady, the Thin Man CW: Steam, Suggestive Imagery, Mild Language Use Help, I’m writing fanfiction for the first time in like a million years because the dynamics between two old people fascinate me.

I wrote this as practice for a much, much longer story. This piece shouldn’t be too much, but a “suggestive imagery” alert has been placed.

Ask box is open for prompts, too!

“You are such a simp,” the Lady sighed, shaking her head.

“I know,” the Thin Man replied with a smirk on his face. He wasn’t ashamed of the insult. He fully embraced it with open arms. “What else is new?”

“You’re also easy.” The Lady looked over at him. He was lounging on her bed, arms behind his head, relaxing after a long day of being on the air. He had that annoying smug grin on his face, the kind that usually meant that he was up to something. The Lady didn’t like that smile, no matter how well he wore it.

“I disagree,” he said with defiance.

“Oh? You disagree with me on my own ship, sir?”

“Oh, I know better than to pick a fight with you on your ship, in your room, my lady.” The Thin Man turned on his side to face her, resting his chin in his hand. “But I disagree.” His grin grew wider as his eyes narrowed on her.

He was up to something and it was plain to see. One of the things these two enjoyed about the other were the games they played. Neither considered themself to be highly competitive, but there was enjoyment defeating the other. The way the Thin Man’s silver eyes narrowed on the Lady was an invitation to a challenge, and she was eager to accept it.

“Wanna bet?” she dared, joining the Thin Man on the bed.

“And what are we betting?” the Thin Man asked eagerly.

“I bet,” the Lady scooted closer to the Thin Man, “that you can’t stand more than 10 kisses before you crack.” She traced the bridge of his nose in a light, teasing manner, then booped it at the end.

“You think so lowly of me,” he replied.

“Don’t be absurd,” she countered, “I said 10, not 1.”

The Thin Man laughed. “And if I exceed 10, dearest?” He sat up straight, ready to prove otherwise.

“You get to gloat,” she answered; and his gloating was more than annoying. A victory lap for him also included that he remind her of her lost at every given opportunity.

“Hah! That’s not much of a prize for me.”

“Then, what do you want?”

The Thin Man thought for a second. “How about,” one of his fingers dared to trace over a seam in her kimono, “If…when I win, aside from gloating, I get to do my wicked ways with you.”

The Lady looked into his eyes. It was always interesting to watch his eyes and how much they didn’t reflect lustful desire. He was confident, that was for sure, but was he still smitten with as much love as the night he first saw her face. It was one of the things that the Lady found fascinating, and it was one of the parts of him she loved.

…still, there was a game to play and she wanted to win. And she was going to win.

“Alright, but if I win-” She pulled off her mask, “-You’re going home covered in lipstick, and you don’t get to wash it off this time.”

That did the trick. His confidence waver for a second. If there was one guaranteed weakness the Thin Man had, it was his shyness. He once said that she could step on his dignity with steel-plated stilettos and he’d be okay with it; but that was taking into consideration that it was done privately. Returning to the Tower defeated covered in kiss marks for the Eyes to see was more than embarrassing. The Lady didn’t like seeing him hurt, truly. But flustered…that was a different story.

“You…are not fun sometimes,” the Thin Man grumbled.

“Backing out, then?” the Lady giggled.

The Thin Man sighed and shook his head. He had to take a second to think it over. “Do your worst, witch,” he answered, closing his eyes and leaned towards her.

The Lady smirked. She was so close to winning before the game began, but she’ll have to do this the old fashion way. The Lady moved closer. She placed a soft kiss near his chin. “One.”

The Thin Man reacted as she expected; barely but pleased. Good, let him be disappointed early.

The next kiss landed near his cheek, one of his weaknesses. “Two,” she murmured. She heard him purr and shiver. Time to turn up the heat.

“Three.” The Lady kissed a sweet spot on his neck, hard. She heard a sharp gasp, followed by a strong attempt to hold back a groan.

The Lady smirked. “Four.” She kissed his Adam’s Apple, adding tongue and sucking on it lightly.

The Thin Man growled and lurched back. His face flushed red, eyes snapped open. It didn’t take much for him to unravel, and it was difficult for him to get it together once he passed that threshold. He looked at the Lady and her sneering cockiness. The audacity of this woman. “Y-You!”

The Lady leaned forward. “Five.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, licking the scowl lines that came with old age.

The Thin Man started to burn up. He should have known better than to challenge the Mistress of the Maw in her own world, but he was so close! He was so close to winning! All he had to do was survive another five more kisses…

The Lady pressed her lips against his, long and hard, making the kiss last a few seconds. “Six,” she whispered playfully.

…that did it.

The Thin Man stiffened to the point where he forgot to breathe. He glitched violently and gasped, and fell back onto the bed. He giggled for a second, overcome with bliss; but then his hands covered his blushing face. “Nooo…”

The Lady crawled over to him and propped herself up with her elbow. She looked down at the Thin Man, enjoying his misery. “I win.” She booped his nose.

“Why!?” the Thin Man whined, “You cheated!”

“And how did I cheat, love?”

The Thin Man moved his hands away from his face and glared at her. He looked like a red-faced child ready to throw a fit. “You…you know how easy it is for me to get out of tune like that!”

“That sounds like a you problem, dear,” she smirked.

The Thin Man pursed his lips. “I don’t…you’re not fun! You’re really not, sometimes!” He reached for his hat and placed it over his face. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thin…” The Lady watched his tantrum with amusement.

“Fuck you.”

“Thin…” The Lady ran a finger over the buttons of his shirt. “You lost,” she said in a sing-songy voice, “And, in case you didn’t notice, I barely wear makeup when I wear the mask.”

The hat moved slightly and revealed a sour looking but embarrassed old man. He didn’t need to be reminded of his defeat, but the realization of knowing he’ll have to go through all those kisses again burned him.

The Lady smiled sweetly at him. “Are you a man against your word, Broadcaster?”

The Thin Man frowned. “I don’t like you.”

But, a lose was a lose, and he’ll concede with grace. The only silver lining he could accept at this point was more kisses; and he was a sucker for that. He placed his hat back over his face and shrugged his shoulders. “Try to keep it above the waist this time, dear.”

“Are you sure?” the Lady teased, “Sure you don’t want me to soothe out your wounded pride, dear?” Her hand went to his belt buckle, gently following the metal curves.

The Thin Man reacted as expected, but he warned, “Don’t.”

“'Kay~” The Lady hopped off the bed and went over to her makeup drawer. She’ll respect his wishes. There were other ways to sweeten him up again. But for now, where was her darkest lipstick?

[karlyfr13s]

Oathkeeper Chapter 2

It was supposed to be a CS one-shot, but then the CSMM crew got ahold of me and now we’re in multi-chapter mode. Thanks to the ladies for their inspiration, enabling, and cheering me on. Looking at you @teamhook, @caught-in-the-filter, @hollyethecurious, @gingerpolyglot (tell me if you want added, and coach the newbie in where these actually belong).

A HUGE thank you to @veryverynotgood who is the most radiant beta and gives me flails that keep me going through the self-doubt. 

Links in case you missed Chapter 1 or prefer to read on ao3

Note: the rating is now M due to violent imagery.

Killian’s first week in Storybrooke was unconventional and more than a little confusing. Everyone in the whole bloody town seemed related, or at least so interconnected there may as well be blood involved; it drew attention to him and he spent most days certain he was being watched.

Certainly there were fewer eyes on him than on the young Lost Boy, Felix, and for that Killian was grateful. He observed the woman everyone called Granny as she put the lad to work with a nearly endless list of chores, always under her watchful, scrutinizing eye. In want of conversation one evening, he’d inquired about the choice to take on someone such as Felix. That had earned him a derisive snort and an eye-roll that rivaled Emma Swan’s when Granny explained in no uncertain terms that she was well-equipped for the job.

“Listen, Captain,” she leaned on the bar as he sipped a rum, “if I can raise Ruby through puberty as a damn wolf, I can handle one scrappy Lost Boy. What he needs is a strong guiding hand, and a good dose of responsibility--that Pan let those kids run wild.” Killian tipped his glass to her at that assessment, knowing all too clearly how the lads were deceived and used throughout their time in Neverland. “Structure, Hoo--it’s Killian, right?” she amended quickly. “Kids need structure and routine. You’d do well to remember that.”

Not for the first time, Killian wondered exactly how much Granny overheard and knew as she watched her patrons come and go. In fact, she was the only one in town who referred to him by his given name, most simply opting for Hook or Captain if they were being pleasant. Or ‘the pirate’ if they happen to be Emma’s father, he added. His ponderance was abruptly interrupted when the door crashed open and an exasperated looking Emma quickly crossed to the bar and sank down one stool from his own.

“This one calls for a whisky on the rocks, Granny,” she huffed, casting a sidelong glance at Killian’s own glass. “You too, huh? Must be going around today.” He watched as she shucked her red leather jacket, tossing it aside on the barstool between them and he gave her a moment, offering a quick clink of his glass once her own libation arrived.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Killian kept his voice light, noting the tension in the set of her shoulders and jaw.

She heaved a sigh and he made a valiant effort to focus on her stunning green eyes rather than the assets her movements showcased in that moment. “The short version? I’m sick of my mother,” she tripped on the word, “trying to be my life coach. I’m tired of inane ‘loitering’ reports from the surliest dwarf, and I cannot seem to get--” her momentum was immediately interrupted by the door and a sudden call across the diner.

“Ems, there you are!”

“--a single minute of quiet,” Emma finished lowly while Neal sauntered over and leaned against the counter, placing himself between Killian and her.

“So, I was thinking we could grab dinner. You know, you, me and Henry? Or maybe just you and me if Regina has--”

“Neal, I’ve had a long day. I am going to enjoy this drink, maybe a second, and then I am eating whatever I rummage out of the pantry at Mary Margaret’s since she and David are out on a date.”

“So you have the place to yourself?”

Killian understood the insinuation and clenched his jaw. He started counting backward from ten while he listened to Emma try to redirect Neal’s plans, and when he heard the other man’s second attempt to garner an invitation he reset the clock and started the count at twenty. Perhaps she cares for him, he reminded himself. She is tired and had a difficult day, but that does not mean she has chosen not to be with--

Her voice was suddenly raised and Killian felt like he was about four steps behind the conversation as he snapped to attention on the words she spat at the man across from her.

“Just go-- go, Neal. This isn’t happening. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. It is not happening .” Whatever expression she held in that moment must have been truly glorious to earn Neal’s melodramatic scoff as he stormed out the diner and slammed the door behind him.

Granny simply poured a healthy splash of whisky in Emma’s glass in reply before shuffling back to the kitchen as she had witnessed the whole interaction mere steps from Killian, who just now was actively working to control both his expression and the thoughts wheeling through his mind at her parting shot. What exactly was not happening between them? Where did that leave him?

Killian glanced over at Emma, her eyes ablaze as if challenging him to comment on the interaction. “Darts are quiet,” he offered congenially, smiling what he considered his most winning grin.

That earned him a quick bark of laughter. “And a little violent,” she smirked.

“Aye, that too, Swan.”

She held up her glass and they shared their second silent toast of the evening. “I could use a little of both,” she added as she got up, glass in hand and the beginnings of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“I hear rumor they even sell food at this establishment,” Killian pressed his luck a bit as they collected the two sets of darts and set up.

“You don’t say?” She shook her head at him and he watched her consider the offer. “Loser buys?”

“Of course, love.” He sketched her a bow, flourishing his hand and making a show of it to cover up his surprise.

“Not your love,” she retorted, sinking a bullseye on her first try while Killian considered how grateful he was that Granny accepted doubloons. Where had she learned to play like this?

...

Granny hollered last call only moments after Emma bid Killian goodnight, a lightness to her steps as he watched her go. “Looks like that went well,” Granny called over as she wiped down the last table.

“Aye,” he tossed Granny a wink, “and she stayed for three games. And dessert.”

For the life of him, Killian couldn’t decipher Granny’s laugh at this simple observation until the double-entendre dawned on him at last. He was tired and perhaps he’d imbibed one too many glasses if he was the one missing the joke...it was then he noticed Emma’s jacket still laying across the barstool where she’d first dropped it.

“Seven hells,” he took off to the sound of Granny’s whooping call as she warned him the sheriff walked fast and he’d better work for it. Work for what exactly? Killian mused as he jogged out into the night, no easy feat in full leathers with more than a bit of drink in him. He spotted her golden hair in the lamplight down the street and called out, thinking it the better option than startling her.

She spun on her heel, wobbled slightly, and burst into laughter as she leaned against the lamppost for support--clearly he wasn’t the only to enjoy one too many this evening. Ever the gentleman, Killian held her jacket out and ignored her comment about being chased down Main Street by a pirate.

“Princess,” he began, calling far too loudly given the hour, “chivalry demands I return your cloak, lest you catch a chill on this dark night.” She shushed him less than successfully as she giggled and fell into step beside him-- Emma Swan can giggle, he mused. “As well,” he continued, voice full volume and bordering on a bellow, “I must see you safely to your door. No doubt there are ruffians about, and all manor of unsavory ne’er-do-wells, all seeking mischief against such an elegant,” he chuckled as she staggered slightly, “and graceful lady as thee.”

“You’re such an idiot, shut up! Do you want the whole neighborhood awake?” Her scolding was half-hearted at best considering her idea of a whisper could likely be heard across the street.

“Do you think they’ll call the sheriff, love” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she swatted his chest. “Surely you wouldn’t throw a man in the brig for an act of noblest courtesy,” at that he draped her jacket over her shoulders while she led the way and proceeded to spin a tale of his own unimpeachable valor as a young sailor. When they reached her dwelling, she turned to face him before heading up.

“Why do you always get it? Nobody gets it.” He raised a brow at her question. “Gets me. Like Neal,” she slurred the name and rolled her eyes. “I have a shitty day at work and he decides to make some weird pass at me through the kid ? But you,” she leaned in and poked Killian in the chest, keeping her index finger pressed against his sternum. “You’re the...the flirty pirate king and you just...throw sharp shit at a wall with me and buy me drinks. You didn’t even check out my ass more than once.”

He absolutely had, but far be it for Killian to correct the lady when this seemed to be going somewhere rather interesting.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she slurred.

Before he could suggest this was likely a bad idea as she would potentially regret whatever her next words were to be, she pulled him down by one of his coat lapels and whispered loudly, “My mom is Snow White, right? So she’s all about ‘true love’ and ‘happily ever after’,” her whisper became what he thought was an imitation of her mother, though he doubted that Snow White had ever been six whiskies and two rums deep.

“So she thinks that Neal is like...my Prince Charming, but here’s the secret: he’s not a prince! He’s a con-man, and he sure as hell isn’t charming. So whoops, Mom! Wrong bet!” She laughed and let go of his coat, poking the end of his nose and whispering something that sounded like the noise boop in the most infuriatingly impossible-to-understand gesture he’s witnessed yet. She gave him a glassy-eyed smile, and in a parting shot that left him speechless, she cupped his cheek and in a much softer tone murmured, “Goodnight, Killian.”

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The morning arrived after less rest than he’d like, but Killian snapped awake as  the sky first began to turn a dusty rose on the horizon. This was very likely the best mood he’d found himself in for quite some time, and he mused on the past twelve hours as he fiddled with the magic hot-water dispenser until he got the temperature just right. Unlike the Jolly , Granny’s provisions in terms of hygiene were lavish and he assumed they cost her a small fortune if Ruby and the guests enjoyed them as much as he did, but Granny assured him the soaps and amenities were provided, so he took great joy in letting the warm water run over him as he lathered up, breathing in the herbal and lemon scent so unlike the harsh lye soap he was accustomed to. This world without magic had its  charms, and hot water on demand was his latest favorite.

He arrived downstairs for his other new-world favorite - coffee - and Killian was pleased to see Emma already at the counter, though she looked a great deal less chipper than he felt. “Good morning, Swan,” he sauntered up to take a seat at her left. “Beautiful morning, don’t you think?”

She grumbled something about a headache and before Killian could reply, Granny swooped in and all but insisted she sit and have breakfast. Despite her protests, Emma wound up delayed in her arrival to her post that morning as she was cajoled into a substantial pile of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Complain all you want, Sheriff,” Granny eyed her as she set a matching plate before Killian, “but you two need to soak up some of last night’s fun. Now, eat.” After obligingly refilling their mugs with steaming hot coffee, to which Emma added more than a bit of cream and sugar, Granny retreated to another table as the morning rush filled in around them.

They ate in companionable silence until Emma glanced over and opened with, “I beat you at darts, didn’t I?”

“Aye, two wins to my paltry one, Swan. I’m only grateful we chose not to wager more than dinner and drinks on the game, or my pockets would be a great deal more empty.” She smirked at his comment, and the two chatted as they worked through their breakfasts, both seeming to come alive as Granny had predicted.

He should have known it was all going far too well.

The bell above the door chimed, and the bustle of the patrons picking up coffee and pastries on their way to work or leisurely enjoying their breakfasts fell to a whisper. Killian stayed perfectly still as he heard the man limp toward the counter, the gentle thud of his cane giving him away. From the corner of his eye, he saw Emma roll her eyes at his clipped “Miss Swan,” and Killian stayed frozen to the spot, not trusting his reaction in front of the woman who not only was increasingly important in his life--a thought he’d sort out, or studiously avoid, later--but also represented the local law enforcement.

He heard few of the words exchanged between the Crocodile and Granny, though neither appeared pleased to be having the conversation. Instead, his pulse pounded in his head and his vision clouded as he clutched the edge of the counter. Killian had the distinct image of grabbing that gold-topped cane and flipping it, beating the man about the head until nothing recognizable remained. Until the gold handle dripped red. He could leave him on the floor of this place, twitching as the last impulses of his brain forced him to dance to a soundless tune; Killian could simply walk to the Jolly and set sail, free of the memory of this vile excuse for a man.

Except that he could do no such thing. He sat next to the sheriff in a small town diner surrounded by people who already distrusted him to varying degrees. He was trapped in a land that was not his own and had no way-- nor will --to return to his own. He was a captain without a crew, and as his mind raced through the numerous ways he could rid himself of this loathsome creature he knew now was not the time and certainly not the place. Simply put, Killian refused to put Emma in a position where she would be forced to see the darkness that lurked within him. So he let it pass, and let the Crocodile go for today.

It wasn’t long after the disruption that Emma took her leave, and Killian lingered at the counter as he mulled over what to do with his day. Most days he helped Granny with the more physically demanding repairs around the place, but he felt caged and in need of something more challenging.

“Appreciate you not taking his head off in my diner,” Granny remarked banally once the place emptied. “You have any idea what it takes to get blood out of white grout? Oh, don’t look so surprised; nothing smells quite like fear and rage rolled up in one, and I could smell yours from across the damn room.” She waved dismissively and filled two mugs, sliding one to him and keeping the other for herself. “It’s hot chocolate, and you need it. Little liquid comfort never hurt anyone, so drink up and tell me about it.”

He sipped hesitantly, but the woman was certainly right about the comforting power of the elixir before him. Killian thought about his next words as he breathed in the sweet steam from his mug, letting the cup warm his hand as he held it. “You could...smell my emotions?” He felt it best to begin with the obvious inquiry and prolong the tale of his darkest day.

“I could also hear your heart-rate skyrocket the second you knew who came through that door, so I’m guessing there’s some history there. You don’t have to tell me everything, Killian, but I need to know if I can trust you when you’re in here. Gold comes in to collect rent monthly, and every now and again he has lunch as well. I need to know you’re not going to take a kitchen knife to the bastard while I’m serving sandwiches.” She levelled a scrutinizing gaze at him and waited.

Killian set down his mug and scrubbed his hand over his face, realizing he was in need of a shave, then realizing he was further delaying the conversation. He sighed, knowing there was only one right way forward. “I will not spill his blood on your grounds, Granny, not unless he spills mine first. You have my word.” She nodded once, waiting for him to continue. And so he spent the sunny morning explaining how he lost his hand to the Dark One. While Killian left out much of the story of Milah, he could not entirely avoid her role in the tale, explaining simply that the man she knew as Gold had killed the woman Killian loved right in front of his eyes. Granny was sympathetic and asked few questions, letting him choose how much to reveal. It was cathartic, in a way - a chance to tell someone this piece of truth. A chance to be heard.

When they were finished, Granny spoke briefly of her wolfish nature, a truth which Killian enjoyed as it made her acute hearing and perceptiveness make far more sense. “I know your heart-rate also picks up around a certain sheriff,” she added as Killian slipped on his greatcoat, readying himself to find busywork on the Jolly . “And I know hers does around you.” She eyed him closely then, searching for he knew not what. “Be careful with her, Killian. I don’t know everything--I’m not sure anyone does--but I can see enough to know she’s been hurt, and that hurt hasn’t fully healed. In fact, I’m damn sure the source of it just waltzed back into her life.”

He nodded his understanding and left her to her work. Given the woman’s preternatural understanding of her patrons, he was not about to argue. He chewed her words over in his mind repeatedly as he spent the rest of the day checking that everything aboard his beloved Jolly was in tip-top shape. While his life may be constant chaos in this world, at least he could be assured his ship was as perfect as ever.

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Poker and Cigar Night

Authors note: Hello everyone! This is my first time writing Fiction in about ten years, so please be aware, it may not be great! This has been in my drafts for a month or so now, and I finally wrote it as the full thing tonight! Please enjoy!

--- / Italics = Time skip

Notes:

Series 5 slight spoiler and a reference to Brooklyn 99.

Possible triggers: Swearing, smoking (cigarettes), drugs (weed & cocaine) and poker.

Word count: 2K

Another week is almost over at the FBI and the team are all wrapping up the last case, back at Quantico. Y/N sighs, one more statement to type up and she is done. She rubs her temples, and looks at her empty coffee cup, then to her boyfriend Spencer, who is working opposite her and looks just as tired as her. “Would you like another coffee boo?” She asks grabbing her mug and putting her other hand out for Spencer’s.

“Yes please pumpkin.” He replies, kissing her hand meant for the mug which makes her giggle and then he places the mug gently in her hand. Even after dating Spencer for 3 years nearly, Y/N is just both still as in love with Spencer as she was back then. Spencer has always called her ‘Pumpkin’ as she loves Halloween just as much as him, and he will do anything to make her smile, especially as they deal with such awful things at work.

Y/N goes over to the coffee machine, where Penelope and Derek are there kissing. “Come on, not in front of the coffee machine guys.” Y/N groans, pretending the coffee machine has eyes and covers it.

“Not like you and pretty boy haven’t kissed over here whilst waiting for the coffee to brew cupcake.” Morgan chuckles, as Y/N rolls her eyes. She and Derek grew up on the same tough neighbourhood, and are best friends, having always had each-others backs since they were little.

“Do you guys want a cup or are you going to continue snogging?” Y/N asks topping up her mug keeping it black and adding an unhealthy amount of sugar for her sugar loving boyfriend.

“Yes please!” Penelope says, handing you her cactus mug and Derek’s mug which you top up.

“Before I forget to tell you, Rossi is hosting his monthly poker and cigar night tomorrow, are you and pretty boy coming?” Derek asks taking a sip of his coffee.

“Can you bring a dessert if you come? I have a craving for your cheesecake.” Penelope says to you, as she sips her coffee. Everyone loves these nights, it is a chance for you all to un-wind, get drunk and stay in Rossi’s mansion. Last time Emily brought some cocaine and you all got a bit giggly.

“I’m in.” You smile, “I’ll see what Spencer is doing but as far as I’m aware, he has no plans.” You grab yours and Spencer’s mugs again, and Spencer’s desk. “Boo, Rossi is holding another poker night tomorrow, are you in? I’m going, and I’ll be making a cheesecake.” You say, putting Spencer’s mug down at his desk, noticing he changed his background (or asked Penelope to do it) to a photo of you and him on Halloween nearly 3 years ago, the same day he asked you to be his girlfriend. The photo always makes you smile, because you are both such goofs for Halloween.

Spencer adjusts his crutches by his desk, so they don’t fall on you as you sit on the edge of his desk, and sips his coffee. “Sure.” He smiles as you give Derek a thumbs up, “Would you like to stay over tonight pumpkin? I don’t like being alone in my apartment at the moment, especially after being shot.” Spencer says to you, with puppy eyes.

“Of course, boo.” You yawn and take a long sip of your coffee. Spencer kisses your hand again, as you giggle looking down at your converse.

“How many statements do you have left pumpkin?” Spencer asks. “Just one, plus a German statement translation for Rossi.” You smile, you are nowhere near as clever as Spencer, but you do speak 10 languages fluently.

Hotch walks over. “Are you going tomorrow Hotch?” You ask him, getting up from Spencer’s desk, as Hotch nods, “Of course Y/N.” He smiles at you. For some reason, Hotch only seems to smile at you, and it is clear you are his favourite.

“Ah, wonderful! I shall make pasta for all and I hope it’s lemon cheesecake Y/N.” Rossi winks at you.

At Spencer’s apartment the following evening…

“There.” You smile, adjusting Spencer’s tie. “All handsome.” As you go on your tip toes to kiss Spencer on the lips, which Spencer returns.

“You look stunning Y/N, I can’t believe you are all mine.” He smiles even wider. Whilst dating Spencer, you wore make up and he always told you that you looked beautiful without it, and for nearly 3 years now, you haven’t worn it since. “Are you nearly ready pumpkin?” Spencer asks you, as you nod booping his nose, and go back to putting your hoop earrings in.

15 minutes later, you get in the car Rossi sent for you holding Spencer’s hand with one, and the cheesecake with the other. The driver puts your bags with spare clothes and pyjamas for you both in the boot.

---

After half an hour, you arrive at Rossi’s mansion. “I’ll never tire of how big it is.” You say, holding Spencer’s hand. “Title of your sex tape.” Spencer smirks at you, making you blush slightly. “You’re such a fucking dork. I mean the mansion.” You say, giggling at the Brooklyn 99 reference, which is one of your favourite shows to watch together. You walk to the door slowly as Spencer says, “I am your fucking dork.” and uses his cane to ring the bell.

“Ah, there you cuties are!” Penelope says, as she opens the door with JJ.

“She brought pudding!” JJ smiles taking the cheesecake off you to put in the fridge.

“I also brought him. He says he is a pretty boy, so I said he can come.” You smile as Spencer blushes and nuzzles his head into your shoulder as you walk into the mansion.

“What would you like to drink boo?” You ask Spencer, helping him sit down.

“I have beer, wine and fruit cocktails.” Rossi says pouring a glass of wine for himself.

“Whatever you’re having pumpkin.” Spencer says, putting his crutches next to him as you nod, and take a beer for you both, handing one to him.

The night progresses, and Rossi knocks it out the park, as usual with a fantastic pasta dish. “Grazie Rossi.” You say as he hands out your cheesecake, as everyone tucks in immediately.

“This cheesecake is so good Y/N.” Penelope says as she licks her plate.

“Shit me it’s good.” Emily says taking another slice.

“I got to lick the bowl when she made me one yesterday, for recipe testing purposes.” Spencer says, squeezing your hand gently.

“You’re so lucky kid. A fine woman and one that makes desserts.” Derek says

“I know.” Spencer smiles, nodding as he kisses your cheek.

“I’m right here chocolate thunder. I can hear you.” Penelope says glaring at Derek.

“Poker time everyone.” Rossi says as he hands out the cards.

Two games have gone by, and Spencer has won them both. You’re all getting pretty drunk now too, as the alcohol keeps flowing. “Y/N, please don’t let Spencer win the third game.” Aaron says, in a typical Dad tone.

“Sir, I cannot control my pretty boy.” Y/N says as seriously as she can without giggling.

“Except in bed.” A drunk Spencer whispers in your ear, making you blush.

By the third game…

“Oh fuck yes, come to Mama.” You smile, as you finally win a game and take your winnings as everyone groans.

“I think that calls for a cigar.” Rossi says, “Boys, let’s go over to the tree and leave the ladies alone for a bit. Ladies, my staff will bring you over cigars.” He informs.

“Oh good, I can get these out now.” Emily says getting some joints out.

“I’ll take some of those for evidence.” Aaron says taking a couple.

“Evidence? Suuureee.” JJ slurs making you all giggle.

By the tree…

“I can’t believe I have been with Y/N for nearly three years now.” Spencer says as he lights his cigar, passing the lighter to Derek.

“Thanks kid.” Derek says lighting up. “That means I have been with baby girl for nearly 7.” He says trying to work it out in his head.

“Take it from me Derek, always remember.” Aaron says as he takes a puff from his cigar.

Rossi nods in agreement, “You love her don’t you, kid?” He asks Spencer who is staring at you from the tree.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be walking as well as I am if it wasn’t for Y/N. She’s been to all of my appointments and therapy with me.” Spencer smiles and lets out a puff of smoke from his cigar.

The guys continue chatting meanwhile, at the girls table…

“I always feel like I am back working at a Gentleman’s club when I have a cigar.” Y/N says, remembering back to when she worked at one in her late teenage years.

“I feel fancy as fuck.” Penelope says finishing off her glass of wine and pours everyone another glass.

“You are fancy as fuck.” You, JJ and Emily somehow all manage to say at the same time, before laughing.

---

“They are clearly having too much fun over there. We should go back.” Hotch says, hearing the girls laugh at yet another joke.

“Yeah, the joints are out now.” Derek says

“Last time Y/N was stoned she wrote a poem about why she loved me and told it to me in Russian. I still have it somewhere.” Spencer says, laughing at the memory of the last Poker night you all had. “Isn’t that right pumpkin?” He asks wrapping his arm around your waist, as you giggle.

“Yeah. I don’t know what you said, but yeah. Totally remember.” You say as you pass the joint to him, which he takes a puff of and sits back in his chair and invites you to sit on his lap.

“I don’t want to hurt you boo.” You say to Spencer.

“You won’t pumpkin. I promise.” Spencer says softly, as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“What a fun night this has been.” Aaron says, as he sips his whiskey.

“Did you use a positive word Hooch?!” Penelope says, sipping a cocktail and putting the umbrella from it in Aaron’s hair.

“Yes, I did.” Aaron says glaring at you, as you take a photo before Aaron notices it’s there.

“I’m so glad this case is over. We all needed this to unwind. Thank you Rossi.” You say to him

“You’re welcome Y/N.” Rossi smiles as he pours himself another whiskey.

You light up a cigarette and snuggle into Spencer’s arms as you are a bit cold. “Aw, you cold pumpkin?” Spencer asks you, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders as you shudder.

“Can I take one pumpkin? I left my cigarettes in my work jacket.” Spencer asks you.

“You don’t need to ask boo.” You insist and hand him one with your lighter.

An hour later, you all call it a night, and take a guest room each.

“That was such a lovely evening.” You say to Spencer as you get out of your dress, and into your pyjamas.

“It was pumpkin.” Spencer says as he takes his mis-matched socks off and gets into bed, opening his arms for you to cuddle into.

You cuddle into Spencer’s arms, “I love you Spence.” You smile looking up at him.

Spencer kisses your nose and smiles, “I love you too Y/N.” He smiles before biting his lip.

“What is it boo?” You ask, noticing him bite his lip, a sign of him being nervous about something that is on his mind.

“I was just thinking... It’s ok if you don’t want to. I’ve really appreciated you staying with me whilst my knee recovers, helping me shower, go to all of my appointments, see my Mum with me or on my behalf, helping me get ready, being a fucking amazing girlfriend...” Spencer began. “Would you like to move in with me?” He asks

“I’d love to boo.” You smile up at him. “Goodnight.” You say kissing his lips.

“Goodnight pumpkin.” Spencer smiles returning the kiss. “How did I get so lucky?” He thought to himself, as you both went to sleep.

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*Part 2 coming soon!*

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“Just Friends”

Midoriya x reader

Warnings: smut, kinda dub-conny, swearing, possessive behavior

A/N: Midoriya is an angel/ Best Boy and all that but that doesn’t always translate over to the bedroom... or the photo booth... everyone is aged up (18+) also SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING AS MUCH!!! I’ve been fighting sickness and I’ve been so low on energy that writing has been pretty tough lately huehuehue. And now I’m sick again because my body hates me but WE’RE fine!!

Amusement parks were the best. They were even better when you could enjoy them with probably one of your best friends, Izuku Midoriya. The two of you spent the day going on different rides, with you clinging on to his arm and giving out gleeful screams when the roller coaster would drop, laughing about how terrible you were at the games and blushing when Izuku would effortlessly win you a prize. You shared a frozen dessert with him and you made fun of him when he got ice cream on his nose which led to him booping you on your own nose with the cone. You had to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach you got when he licked the cream off your nose. There was no need to be nervous around him. He was your sweetheart of a friend and the day was going wonderfully. Until it wasn’t.

The two of you were shouting and laughing while you ran away from some clowns that were trying to show you some horrendous trick. Neither of you were scared of clowns but it was exciting to pretend that you were.

Your adrenaline became you and you let out a squeal when you saw a pal from middle school, Sugaya, strolling by with people you didn’t recognize.

“Well, look who it is!” You sprinted at him, giving him a wide smile before throwing your arms around the young silver haired man. “Sugaya! I’ve missed you!”

“Y/N L/N?!” He accepted your hug, twirling you around in doing so. “Oh my god, look at you!”

The two of you shared a moment of wild bewilderment while you were vibrating slightly because of how excited you were from the day’s events and slightly because you had no output for your adrenaline. He searched your face for any indication of change since middle school before he smiled and said, “wow,” and his hands slipped down to your waist. Izuku cleared his throat and Sugaya finally took note of your company. You weren’t sure but you thought you saw Izuku’s eyes narrow on Sugaya’s hand on your hip.

You hopped back to Izuku’s side. “‘Zuku this is Sousuke Sugaya, a friend I haven’t seen in like three and a half years!”

Sugaya held out his hand. “Zuku?”

Izuku took it. “Midoriya,” he flatly replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sugayou.”

“It’s, uh, Sugaya,” he laughed, “and the pleasure’s all mine!”

An elongated pause was spent with you looking back and forth at your friends, trying to understand the strange tension you felt between them. Awkward silences were not your forté especially around people that you actually knew. You spoke up.

“Sugaya and I had homeroom together every year in middle school! He’d always pick on me!”

“Aha! I knew you were gonna bring that up!” He gave your shoulder a push and Izuku took a weird, oddly territorial step closer to you so the back of your shoulder brushed against his. “I only acted that way because I had a crush on you! I liked the way your face would scrunch up when you got mad.”

“Yeah well I didn’t! You were kinda mean sometimes!”

“You’re right. ‘M sorry about that,” he pushed his hands into his pockets then looked to Izuku. “But I won’t be so mean to you now that you’ve got a boyfriend. He’s a lucky guy, huh?”

Izuku made a choking noise and you looked up to see his face was as red as a beat. You thought it was incredibly adorable but if you let Sugaya make a play at him, he’d probably end up taking it too far.

You looped an arm through Izuku’s. “Nooo,” You chirped sheepishly. “Midoriya’s just a friend,” you smiled up at him. “He’s my cutie pie!”

Izuku returned your gaze with a small closed mouth smile back, his eyes unreadable.

Sugaya gave you a once over that made you feel a tad self conscious. You had thought it might’ve been a bad idea to wear a skirt while you’d be walking around all day but you did want to look and feel cute, in case you or Izuku wanted to take pictures but now you were feeling a tad bit over exposed.

“Noted,” Sugaya smirked. “Hey, we were all about to go on Extreme Scream but I’ve already been on it. Maybe we can get a bite to eat and, I don’t know, catch up?”

Yikes, like alone?? Izuku shifted uncomfortably beside you. This was supposed to be your guys’ escape. It was hard enough getting a time to hang out with each other alone on any regular day and you didn’t want that to be spoiled with Sugaya’s presence. You shook your head. “Midoriya and I already ate lunch. Maybe some other time, ‘Gaya! But it was so good to see you! We’ll meet up again soon though, okay?”

With that, you took Izuku’s hand and pranced away, looking for anything to distract you from that odd encounter. Seeing anyone from your middle school was always a little wild but the fact that Sousuke Sugaya might’ve been hitting on you a little bit made you feel super jittery, although, that could’ve just been residual adrenaline from all the rides you had been on.

Izuku’s mood changed after the encounter too. He didn’t laugh like he did earlier when you made lame attempts at winning rigged games, he didn’t seem at all interested in getting on any more rides, and he didn’t even crack a smile when you mimed a mime!

If you were being honest, he was getting to be a bit of a drag but you figured that everyone got in those moods every once in awhile but you weren’t going to give up on making this day a day to remember! In a last ditch effort at getting Izuku to be interested in something, anything, before you had to ask what his deal was, you pointed to a photo booth planted to the side of a not so popular ride and asked if he wanted to take a picture.

He pursed his lips before a wry smile crept across his face. “Yeah,” he said, “I’d like that.”

The two of you slipped in together, shielding yourselves off from the outside world by a heavy turquoise curtain

“You better not be all pouty when we take these pictures.” You adjusted your hair in the camera’s reflection, smiling to yourself. At least then he’d know that his mood change was obvious.

“What?” Izuku pulled an arm around you. “You don’t think it’s cute when I’m pouty?”

You scoffed. Was that what all of this was about? You looked up and into his leering emerald eyes and parted his hair in the best way for the picture. “You’re a cutie pie at all hours of the day, Izuku Midoriya.”

“Uh-huh…” The countdown for the photo sounded and you turned back to the camera, throwing a peace sign up but Izuku did not look away from your face. Your face heated up from the attention… if he was trying to make you nervous for whatever reason then mission accomplished.

Your smile was a tad bit forced when the first flash went off and when Izuku cupped your face, it disappeared completely. The second flash went off when Izuku licked his lips and your cheeks burned in the palm of his hand. He leaned into you and you didn’t lean away, cautious to see what exactly the boy was going to do but strangely curious to see if you really wanted this to go where you thought it was going. The third flash went off when you closed your eyes.

Skin met skin, rather, his lips locked on to yours and you thought your head was going to burst into flames when the final flash ended your photoset. It took a moment for you to collect yourself and kiss him back which only invited him to drag his scorching hot tongue across your bottom lip and you invited it, parting your lips slightly so you could taste him. A swirl of strawberries and cream, much like the dessert the two of you shared earlier, enveloped your mouth which only made you needy to taste it again.

Triumphant, Izuku grinned into the kiss and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You covered your mouth and he laughed. “So,” he said, “was that cute?”

“Um…” you could use about a hundred words to describe what that was and ‘cute’ would probably only be fortieth on your list, “y-yeah…?”

Izuku clicked his tongue and looked down and away from you, pink dusting over his freckles cheeks. “That’s too bad…”

You didn’t know what to do or how to react. Sure, you were attracted to him in an odd way but you’d never expect him to act so… confidently towards you. It was different than the Izuku Midoriya you grew to love and you weren’t sure what that meant. After racking your brain for far too long you finally stood up, dusted your skirt off, and lifted your arm to the curtain.

Before you could pull it open, Izuku grabbed your wrist. “Ah,” he pulled you back and pushed you up against the side of the photo booth. “I just have a few things I’d like to get off my chest. I hope you don’t mind.”

You couldn’t think of any real conversation you could have with him while your face was flushed and the only thing that was on his chest was literally your chest. Still, you let out a shaky breath and asked “w-what is it?”

“Well,” he smirked, wrapping a strand of your hair around his fingers, “you told that old friend of yours who so shamelessly made a move on you in front of me that we’re,” he paused, looking from your lips and back into your eyes, “just friends.”

You gulped when he moved his lips over to your ear. “See, Y/N, I don’t really think of us in that way and I was sorta hoping you felt the same.” Something wet brushed up against the shell of your ear and you shuddered. “Do you really think there’s not more going on here?”

“‘Zuku,” you sighed, bringing your arms around his neck, “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings,” you grinned, “but there’s no point in throwing a tantrum over it.”

He grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks between his large hand. “You can’t keep acting so coy forever, pet. Sooner or later you might end up pissing the wrong person off.”

His lips found yours again and although Izuku was taller than you, you never really considered him all that big until he had you cornered in that photo booth. You gripped onto his muscular arms as he wedged his knee in between your thighs, kissing you territorially, running his hands down your sides, pulling you body closer to his so you could feel his hardening groin against your pelvic bone. He brushed your hair to the side and trailed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, licking a long wet stripe along your crook before his lips started to suck at a particularly sensitive area.

“Izuku,” You whined, “you’re gonna leave a mark!”

He lapped at your skin and snickered, “that’s kinda the point.” He bit down on you more furiously, making you toss your head back while you grabbed a fist full of his green hair, tugging softly as a light moan drew out from your lips.

His hands slipped from your sides to the hem of your skirt, tugging and testing the elasticity of it. He fidgeted with the two front buttons but you swiftly slapped his hands away, eyes wide. “Izuku!”

“What?” He tilted his head almost innocently, his heavy curls falling to the side of his face. “You wanna keep these on?”

You nodded and watched his brows knit together as he mocked your nod. “That’s completely fine,” he said, pushing his hand up your skirt. He tugged your panties to the side and before you could even think of reacting, two fingers plunged into your core.

“Ohh,” You yipped, almost falling forward before Izuku pushed you back, smirking as his fingers curled into you. “Ohh my god…!”

Your body shook as you felt you skin heat up, looking anywhere besides Izuku’s face. You felt embarrassed to be so turned on by his surprising dominant side and you didn’t want him to know how good he was making you feel but when his fingers found you G-spot, you couldn’t help but let out a whiny moan.

“Awww,” he cooed, placing kisses down your chest, pulling the buttons on your blouse apart one at a time. His thumb rubbed at your clit and you felt like you could melt for him right then and there. “Y/N, you look so cute with my fingers fucking your pussy.”

Who knew Izuku Midoriya could be such a devil?! You never thought that Izuku could utter a single demeaning phrase to you, let alone make it sound so hot and it was hard to admit that it only made you want him more. Not wanting him to have the upper hand you shot your own hands to his belt and in a few moments his pants were on the floor and your jaw nearly followed them.

Izuku Midoriya was bigger in more ways than you had expected him to be. Staring at his constricted bulge, you didn’t know what you should do about it.

He pulled his fingers out of you, relishing the sound of your slick against his skin before grinning at your perplexed expression. “You don’t think we’re getting ahead of ourselves?”

You licked your lips and found his half lidded eyes, drunk off the fantasy of what exactly he wanted to do with you in this photo booth. You shook your head and let your panties fall to the floor.

Izuku lifted you up as if it were all too easy, using the wall to level your back as he pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang out and you felt yourself shake with anticipation as his head slid up and down your core. You wrapped your legs around him and took in a sharp breath when his cock pushed into you, staying motionless while he stared at you blushing back at him. He brushed your hair back and gave your lips a sweet peck.

“I’m going to ruin our friendship,” he breathed and your heart nearly sunk before he pulled himself back and slid into you again. “Do you understand?”

He began grooving into you at a nearly charitable pace, allowing you to familiarize yourself with his length. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed them tighter with every time he’d push himself into you and once you had got a feel for him, once you started sighing and rolling your hips with him, he quickened his pace, grunting as he inched himself further into you.

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you into another hungry kiss and when he slammed himself into you, you whimpered and bit down on his bottom lip. He laughed and and raked his nails across your skin, drawing out a loud pent up moan from deep inside your throat.

His fingers crept into your mouth as he hushed you. “You better quiet down, pet. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about you and I.” He thrusted himself deeper into you and another pathetic mewl tore out of your throat, drool sliding off your tongue and onto his fingers. “What’s that, Y/N? You wanna admit that we’re more than just friends?”

You panted as he rocked into you, pulling you by your hips so he could get a steady rhythm going. You kissed him, less like it was your first time and more like it would be your last time, clawing at his back, wanting to hear him groan. Unsatisfied with his lack of response you nuzzled your lips into the crook of his neck and bit down hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

He let out his own pained moan as you sucked at his skin which only coaxed him to drill harder into you, bouncing you up and down against the cold photo booth wall.

His hand found your neck. “You’re being a bit naughty, huh?” He squeezed, while he found the perfect soft spot above your breast to suck on, wanting to win at the ‘who-will-be-more-marked-up game.

“Fuck,” you squeezed your eyes shut when you felt a burning coil build up in your stomach. “Oh, god, ‘Zuku, I’m ~aaaha~ I’m so close!”

“Is that right?” He said through his own labored breathing. He sucked on his index finger before trailing it down to your sensitive nub and began rubbing it, making your hair stand up on your skin.

You pussy clenched around his cock and you dug your nails into his back, crying out when an ecstatic wave shot out through you, causing your legs to shake more than before.

Izuku chased your orgasm by placing you down on the seat and spreading your legs wide open for him. He fucked you relentlessly, brutally squeezing your thighs, watching you fall apart for him. He loved you like that, underneath him, eyes wide, face red, and with you letting out more over stimulated and nervous moans, he’d completely lost himself, seizing forward, letting out a heavy load into your throbbing cunt.

The two of you breathed together before Izuku pulled himself out of you and fell to his knees, bathing your thighs in his sweat. He kissed your legs and pulled your skirt down, pulling you by your unbuttoned blouse into a messy kiss.

You heard gleeful screaming outside and realized where you were: in an amusement park, in a very public place. You reached down to grab your underwear but Izuku snatched those up before you could get them.

He chuckled at your disheveled display, pulling his pants back up and pocketed your panties. “Why don’t you sit here for awhile. Think about what just happened.” He leveled his head with yours. “Come out when you’re ready to understand that I’m more than just a cutie pie.”

He gave your cheek a soft pat, spread the photo booth curtains out, and disappeared.

You rubbed at the spot on your neck where Izuku left his first hickey, trying furiously to make sense of that whole situation. You buttoned your blouse back up and thought about all the times that something like this could’ve happened between you and Izuku in a less spur of the moment matter. It made sense. You did have feelings for Midoriya. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have let all of that happen. And he… obviously had feelings for you. ‘I’m going to ruin our friendship.’ God, just thinking about him saying that made your skin tingle; moreover, thinking about his cum just sitting in you gave you a hot flash. If you got up, surely some of it would seep out! You needed your underwear!

Minutes passed and you finally wobbled out of the photo booth only to find Izuku, holding two rolls of cotton candy, standing next Sugaya.

“There she is!” Izuku beamed, holding out the cotton floof for you. “I was just apologizing to Sugaya for acting so standoffish earlier. Low blood sugar and all that!”

“Oh?” You bit into the sugary cloud as Izuku wrapped an arm around your waist. You squeezed your thighs shut, trying to ignore liquid leaking out of you in front of your old friend.

“Yeah and I was just saying that some friends and I are gonna go over to one of their places for a kickback! I wanted to know if you guys wanted to tag along.”

Izuku squeezed your shoulder, as if to say, not in this lifetime. You cleared your throat. “Not tonight. Midoriya and I are, uhh, having a really great… date. I don’t think we’re at all ready to leave.”

Sugaya frowned, eyes flicking from your hickey to Izuku’s. “That’s a shame,” he said. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

When Sugaya left, Izuku grinned and quirked an eyebrow at you. “A date?”

“Izuku!” You hissed, pinching his side. “I need my underwear!”

“Oh, you’ll get them back,” he hummed, “but you’re gonna have to earn them. Tell me, what are other mischievous things do you think we can get away with on our date?”

Though you had come to terms with your feelings for Izuku, though you enjoyed spending time with him, and though you really could see yourself in a relationship with him, there was something else you had to come to terms with: as sweet and adorable as he was, Izuku Midoriya was a bit of a sadist.

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[noodles-send-n00ds]

oh, baby

pairings: mother!reader x daniel

warnings: teenage pregnancy (is that a warning?)

summary: the journey of you and daniel’s relationship when you have a kid.

a/n: this isn’t gender neutral but the next one will be. reader is 22 and daniel is 19 (i cry) and also this is based off of the video of reese and daniel and daniel and the little bean. 

word count: 3586

i don’t like this.

not my gif

***

you never expected to have a child at the age of seventeen. you never expected to get into a relationship with a pop star either. but you wouldn’t change either of those things for the world.

your daughter, addy, is the light of your life. you’d spend every minute of the day making her happy. five years ago when your daughter came into the world, the guy you were with at the time left you and her on your own. of course you had your family’s support but your baby girl would grow up without a father. that was until you met daniel.

meeting daniel was an accident. you bumped into him on the street one day and he spilled coffee all over your shirt. being the nice boy he is, he offered to buy you one and turned into a date. the dates happened one after another and before you knew it, you and daniel had been dating for eight months.

although you knew daniel was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met, you were scared he would leave you when you told him about your daughter. so when you told him before you started dating you were more than surprised by his reaction:

“daniel, before we get into anything serious, i have to tell you something,” you sighed, nervous. he looked concerned and he reached across the table in the restaurant you were in to grab your hands.

“hey, you can tell me when you’re ready,” he looked at you with those amazing, ocean blue eyes.

“no, i have to tell you now,” you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed them lightly. you took a deep breath and looked up to him.

“daniel, i have a kid,” you looked down, frightened of his potential reaction. you had this conversation with only two other people and not one of them went well.

“look at me, baby,” he moved your chin up to look at him. he smiled at you and chuckled a bit. “did you think that that would stop me from liking you?”

you nodded, relieved he didn’t leave you in the middle of the restaurant.

“well, it doesn’t. i can’t wait to meet your kid. what’s the name? boy or a girl? you’re probably the most amazing mom. how old?” he started asking all these questions, clearly growing more excited by the second.

you took this time to look at him. he looked overjoyed and you’ve never seen him smile so big. your heart burst of happiness and the only thought in your mind was about how this man deserved the world.

when daniel met your baby girl, he was more nervous than you. he had gone to the store and bought toys, snacks, and so much more to get her to like him. you knew she would but the idea of him trying to impress her made you giddy inside.

but when the two of them met, everything fell into place. daniel was the piece missing in your puzzle. he stayed in your apartment for five hours that day; watching disney movies, playing dolls, and baking cookies. she loved daniel and couldn’t stop talking about him after that day.

when the time came to make your relationship public, you were nervous about exposing your daughter to the limelight (and limelights) but the reaction from everyone was very positive. of course, some people would give you hate for being older and having a kid at a young age but most people seemed to love addy. the boys also loved her and constantly asked you to bring her over to the house.

even though lots of people loved her, you were still freaking out about meeting daniel’s family. you even tried to get out of going because your nerves got the best of you:

you tapped on the call button for daniel’s contact. he picked up on the third ring.

“what’s up, babe?” he asked you, happy that you were calling.

“um, dani, i don’t think i can meet your parents,” you shuffled around, nervously.

“why, love?” he questioned, concerned.

“i don’t have a babysitter for addy,” which was true but you could probably get one pretty easy.

“that’s great! you can bring her! they’ll love addy,” you could practically hear the smile forming on his face.

“are-are you sure?” you asked, feeling a little guilty for trying to get out of going.

“yeah, babe! see you soon. i’m so excited!”

you two exchanged goodbyes and you hung up the phone.

“addy! let’s pack! we’re going to meet daniel’s family!” you shouted and got off your bed. you heard an excited squeal from your living room.

and that’s how you ended up in a car, driving to daniel’s family house. addy was sleeping in her car seat in the backseat of daniel’s car and you were in the front, holding daniel’s hand.

“i’m so nervous,” you confessed.

“why?” he asked, looking at you for a second before looking back at the road.

“well, we just have so many differences. i’m older than you and like i have a kid-” daniel cut you off.

“princess, they’ve been asking to meet you and addy for months. they’re going to be ecstatic,” he pulled your hand up to give it a quick kiss.

“but daniel-” he cut you off again.

“no but’s. we’re going to have the best weekend ever,” he gave you his award-winning smile.

***

soon, you pulled into the driveway of their house. your heart started thumping and you were pretty sure you were about to spontaneously combust into a pile of nerves.

“hey, it’s going to be ok,” daniel told you before hopping out the car to go softly wake up abby.

you noticed how gentle he was with her. he treated her as if she would break into pieces with the slightest push.

“hey, ads. we’re here, baby girl,” he whispered to her and she slowly woke up. he unbuckled her from the car seat and picked her up, her head laid on her shoulder.

“i’ll get the bags,” you told him and kissed his cheek and addy’s nose. he walked over to the back of the car to open the trunk with one hand.

you reached over and grabbed two backpacks you brought for your daughter and yourself. you handed daniel his bag and all of you made your way to the front door.

you knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer the door. in this time, you practiced what you would say to each of them. you were surprised at how quick someone got the door.

it opened and you saw the one and only, anna seavey, standing there.

“wow, you’re even prettier in person,” she said and invited you inside. you laughed at her comment. once you put down the bags, she gave you the biggest hug ever.

“this must be addy!” anna squealed before introducing herself to addy.

“you’re not going to say hi to your amazing brother?” daniel looked hurt as he put addy down to give anna a giant hug.

“amazing is an exaggeration. hi, daniel,” she giggled and gave him a hug. you took your time to look at the two siblings. daniel was the most caring person you’ve ever met and it made your heart warm when you saw how excited he was to see his sister again.

you anna talked for a bit about high school and you slowly got more comfortable around her. addy just held your hand and fidgeted a little with her feet, getting used to her surroundings.

“where’s mom and dad?” daniel asked and your nerves returned.

“mom! dad! daniel and y/n are here!” anna shouted.

you heard footsteps and you saw mr. and mrs. seavey coming down the stairs. you let daniel have his moment with his parents before going up to them, still holding addy’s hand. it gave you a little comfort.

“y/n! it’s so nice to meet you! daniel talks about you all the time,” mrs. seavey gave you a quick hug. they were a family of huggers, that’s for sure.

you hugged daniel’s father real quick too. addy probably felt a little uncomfortable and moved closer to daniel’s side and grabbed his hand.

“oh, this is addy, my daughter,” you told them and reached your hand down to rub her back softly.

“you’re beautiful, darling,” mrs. seavey bent down to gently move her hands up to her cheeks. addy giggled a bit, still holding daniel’s hand. you could tell she was a bit nervous.

“i’m going to spoil you rotten,” mrs. seavey said and booped her nose.

“oh please don’t, daniel already does,” you laughed, lightening the mood even more.

“he better. that’s the son i raised,” mr. seavey patted his shoulder.

“thank you for letting us stay, mr. and mrs. seavey,” you smiled at them.

“don’t be silly, anytime! call us keri and jeff, love,” she gave you a heartwarming smile and you could see where daniel got it from.

after greeting everyone and keri apologizing for chris and tyler not being able to be there, you all migrated to the living room where you guys could all sit down and talk.

anna and addy sat on the rug in the middle of the room and talked about my little ponies or something.

“so how old are you?” jeff asked taking a sip of water, looking genuinely interested.

“i’m twenty-two,” you responded, a little hopeful for their reaction to be good. the age difference between you and daniel wasn’t much but he was still a teenager.

“are you graduating college this year?” keri asked, her smile big too and not caring about the age difference between you and her son.

“actually, i graduated about two years ago. i went to a community college. money’s tight with this little one,” you smiled down at addy. even though you wanted to go to a four year college and get your bachelor’s degree, you didn’t mind having to compromise when she was born.

“i understand. kids are tough, especially when i had daniel,” keri teased.

“wow, thanks mom,” daniel said, sarcastically. you laughed at him.

the rest of the evening included talking to everyone and eventually eating dinner. you were helping wash the dishes when you heard daniel talking from the living room. you peered into the room and saw addy sitting next to him on the couch looking at his phone which was taking a snapchat video. they were making funny faces for quality snapchat content.

you giggled quietly to yourself and watched them as they moved onto the next snap.

“that is a drawstring that holds my pant on. if that gets untied, my pants will fall off,” daniel said, earning a laugh from addy and you. 

daniel looked up to see you laughing at him. “what are you laughing at?” he joked.

you continued to laugh and addy ran over to you.

“mommy! daniel says he’ll take me to see him sing!”

“oh, did he?”

“yeah! and he said he’ll get us meet and greet photos!” you looked up to daniel and gave him a small glare. he just shrugged and smiled at you.

he knew how you felt about taking addy to one of his concerts. you didn’t want her to be overwhelmed with all the people and you didn’t want to upset fans that didn’t like you by taking some of his attention away.

“baby, there are going to be lots of people there,” you set down the plate you were drying and picked her up, placing her on your hip.

“my mom and i are going to the la show coming up. you guys should go with us! we’ll be in the control room so people won’t crowd around us,” anna said, trying to convince you to come. she already felt like a little sister to you, how could you say no.

“please babe!” daniel said, walking over to you and sticking out his bottom lip, making you look like a puppy.

“fine,” you gave in and all three of them jumped and celebrated. you just laughed at them being childish.

***

after putting addy to bed in anna’s room (anna insisted she slept there and anna slept in tyler’s room), you and daniel retired to his old bedroom where you flopped on the bed. daniel walked out of the bathroom, shirtless and brushing his teeth.

“so how was it?” he said, mouth full of toothpaste. you were surprised you understood what he said.

“really good. i love your family,” you turned your head to look at him and take in his features. well, you were mainly looking at his gorgeous body.

“they love you too,” he told you before going back into the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. he came back, putting a shirt on. you frowned a little. “oh, you want me to keep my shirt off?” he smirked, noticing the slight frown.

“shut up,” you laughed and moved over so he could get on the bed next to you. you both got under the covers to stay warm for the night. he pulled you close to him and you cuddled into his chest.

both of you feel asleep like that but you woke up to the sound of your daughter opening the door to the bedroom. you heard soft sniffles and untangle yourself from daniel’s arms to look at her.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you asked her, sitting up and motioning for her to come to you.

“bad dream,” she was still sniffling a little bit when she crawled into your arms. that must’ve woke daniel up because you heard his groggy voice say something incoherent.

“wanna sleep with us, baby?” you asked her and she nodded. you picked her up and placed her in between you and daniel. daniel suddenly realized what’s happening and wrapped his arms around the small girl and you did the same.

“daniel, can you sing to me?” she whispered to him.

“of course, love. what do you want me to sing?”

“can you sing when you wish upon a star from pinocchio?”

before you know it, you and your daughter were being lulled to sleep by daniel’s beautiful voice.

*** (next week)

daniel’s show in la was tonight and you were more excited than ever. addy was pretty much jumping for joy. 

anna and keri came over to your apartment to get ready since it was closer to the venue. you four girls just chatted while anna took her time getting ready.

soon it was time for you all to head out and drive to the venue. you were all dancing to disney music per addy’s request. you were having the time of your life with everyone and you got even closer to keri and anna over the course of a week.

the venue was quite big and you were incredibly excited to see your boyfriend perform in front of a big crowd.

you walked up the place while holding addy’s hand tight so she wouldn’t lose you or more like you wouldn’t lose her. fans were screaming when they saw anna and keri. they were so excited and you had the biggest smile on your face. daniel insisted that the four of you guys had a security guard walk you in so you guys could be protected in case anything got out of control.

“y/n! y/n!” you heard someone say your name and you looked in the direction of the voice. you saw a girl who looked to be about sixteen. “can i have a picture?”

you looked over to anna who had done this so many more times and she ushered you to go before the security guard restricted you from going. she grabbed addy’s hand you jogged over to her.

“hi!” you smiled to her.

“oh my god, you’re so gorgeous! can we please get a picture?” she looked overjoyed to see you and it was such a weird feeling to know that someone was so excited to see you and didn’t even know you. daniel must experience this every day.

you nodded and took a quick picture with her and a couple others before hearing the security guard yell at you to get back to the group. you waved at them all, hearing them all scream, as you jogged back to the group who was heading inside.

“you’re more famous than daniel,” anna joked as you two walked inside.

you guys went straight to the set up where they had the pictures taken for fans that were going to meet them. you had seen the other boys a couple days ago when daniel invited you over because it was your off day from work and addy was at school.

you guys walked over to the little setup and all the boys ran to hug you, anna, keri, and addy (mainly addy though). you met christina there too and you two instantly became friends. you got your pictures taken; you being on the end with daniel hugging you from behind, giving you a kiss on your cheek, and addy being lifted onto jonah’s shoulders and all the boys crowding around her. (i would kill to be on jonah’s shoulders or on jonah’s anything ;)).

*** (time skipping to the after party because i’ve been writing for three hours and this is starting to get bad)

after the amazing performance from your amazing boyfriend and your good friends, you all went backstage to congratulate them and to wait for the after party to start.

you ran to daniel and jumped into his arms. he spun you around in a circle before putting you down.

“you did so well! when you did that thing and then when you did that and wow,” you were grinning from ear to ear.

“i’m so glad you enjoyed it, babe,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. you began to congratulate all the other boys, talking with passion as you did so. this was probably happiest you’ve ever been.

time quickly passed and soon all the boys left backstage to go to the after party and talk to fans. you and everyone else stayed back and started talking about life in general. addy grew impatient and got desperate to see daniel again.

“when is daniel coming back?” addy asked.

“soon,” you were trying to talk about new york with christina but addy kept interrupting.

“why is gone?” she questioned.

“he’s talking to fans, baby.”

“when can i see him?”

“addy, he’ll be back soon. stop asking love,” you went back to talking to christina, not noticing that addy snuck off.

addy ran to the stairs she saw daniel disappear from. she quickly sped down them into a big room where people crowded everywhere but she spotted the orange shirt daniel was wearing before he left. she started to pick up pace and ran towards him. daniel noticed her out of the corner of her eye while talking to a group of limelights and bent down to pick her up.

all the limelights around them “awww”ed and squealed at seeing their favorite celebrity with a kid.

“how’s that? you tired?” asked the small girl, getting a nod from her. daniel went to hug another fan who walked up to the group, “how are you doing? i have a kid with me now.”

addy smiled at everyone who was fawning adoration towards her. daniel rubbed her back and kissed her head. “i love you,” he told her and the crowd around them went wild.

you, however, were in search of your daughter who escaped your sight. knowing this would be a difficult task, you looked for any of the boys who could help you find her. luckily, corbyn was only talking to a couple fans because most fans were huddled into a giant group in the center which was odd.

“corbyn! have you seen addy?” you rushed over, not meaning to interrupt the conversation but your parental instinct was kicking in.

“no, is she missing or something?”

“yeah, she was asking for dan- where’s daniel?” you realized and looked around for daniel but all you could see was the giant group of fans.

“in there,” he pointed to the huddle of limelights and facepalmed yourself. how were you supposed to get in there?

“thanks, corbs. sorry for interrupting,” you rushed off into the crowd.

you were trying to push your way through but you were making no progress. so you admitted defeat until a fan came your way.

“hey, aren’t you daniel’s girlfriend, y/n?” they asked, nicely.

“yeah, i’m just trying to see if daniel has my daughter. she kinda ran off,” you were pretty embarrassed to say that out loud.

“oh i can help,” they walked over to the group and shouted at some people saying that you needed to get through. suddenly, the group separated into two to let you through. that was so cool.

you thanked the fan that helped you out and walked up to daniel who was holding your daughter.

“i’m going to kill her,” you whispered in daniel’s ear. he laughed at you. you kissed the top of her forehead and felt awkward under everyone’s gaze. “i’ll take her and leave.”

“noooooo. stayyyyy,” he begged, sticking out his lower lip which gets you every time.

the crowd of people also chimed in for you to stay. you didn’t know what to say so you just stayed and everyone cheered and asked you guys questions. you grabbed addy from daniel’s arms so he could take pictures with fans.

you answered some questions before daniel came up to you and pecked you on the lips. you were shocked he would do that in front of fans especially cameras but it made you smile.

“i think i love you,” he told you, resting his forehead on yours.

“i know i love you,” you told him back.

***

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[astro-b-o-y-d]

The Long Road Home Pt. 2

The next three chapters of SOSO are finally here! Author’s notes and additional fic warnings are on Ao3. And trust me, you’ll want to read them.

[Read on Ao3]

"I cannot believe how many people said they'd be attending today."

"It's like you said," Neil said from one of the other tables. "David couldn't be the only kid who actually liked the camp."

"Yeah, but I didn't expect our group to actually be the odd ones out of the batch, and for nearly every other person that went to the camp to absolutely love it as much as David," Max pointed out, as he smoothed the tablecloth into place. "Did any of them have anything better to do over the summer than attend some run-down camp in the middle of nowhere?"

"Most of them were born in the nineties," Neil said. "They were all about that 'playing outside' bullshit because they didn't have Internet yet."

"Good point. Fucking weirdos."

"Think anyone from our year will show up, aside from those of us already here?" Neil asked, flicking his thumb towards the part of the yard where Harrison, Nikki and Nerris were busy with their own tasks.

"Let's take bets on who we think will show up," Max said. "Dibs on Space Kid."

"That's cheating, you know he's the most likely out of anyone that isn't here already," Neil said. "Actually, he's probably more likely to come to this than anyone already here."

"Hey, I called dibs," Max said. "So you gotta pick someone else."

"What are we even betting?" Neil asked. "Out of the two of us, I'm the only one with a job and money."

"If I win, you let me use your employee discount at that nerd store you work at," Max said. "If you win, I owe you a favor or something, I don't know."

"Is there even anything there you'd like?" Neil asked.

Max shrugged. "I think I saw a dragon statue that looked kind of cool once."

"Aww, the one with the red eyes?" Neil asked. "But I was thinking about buying that for Harrison..."

"Then I'll get the one with green eyes, I don't fucking care," Max said. "I just want a dragon statue for my room."

"Fine," Neil said. "Employee discount, but only once. My boss will ride my ass if I let others use it too often."

"Pick your poison, then," Max said.

Neil thought hard for a moment. "I'd go with Preston, but only with the addition that if he does come, he'll have at least one article of clothing covered in glitter."

Max snorted. "He's probably got one of those stupid theater kid hats, too. You know, like the ones the guy in High School Musical wore?"

"You watched High School Musical?" Neil asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Who didn't?" Max said. "We all had our phases."

"Fair enough."

"Fine. You choose High School Musical and I choose Space Case," Max said. "What should we do if they both show up?"

Neil tapped his chin. "Then you owe me a favor and I'll buy you that dragon statue?"

"...Yeah, alright. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Hello, boys!"

Max jumped at the sudden burst of magical energy behind them and spun around to see Harrison standing there. "Can't you just walk across the yard like a normal fucking person if you need something?!"

"Hey, I just perfected this spell and I intend to use it as often as possible," Harrison said proudly.

Neil let out a chuckle and crossed his arms. "And I suppose asking you how you did it is out of the question, huh?"

"You know what my answer's going to be," Harrison said with a smirk.

"'It's magic' isn't an answer and you know it, babe."

"Well, it's all you're going to get," Harrison said, as he gently booped Neil's nose.

"For now," Neil said, his smile widening. "But we'll see later."

"Ugh, can you two put a pause on your flirting and help me finish setting up?" Max asked, making a face. "People are going to be here soon."

Not taking his eyes off Neil, Harrison pulled his wand from his sleeve and, after a quick flick of his wrist, the remaining tablecloths slid into place. "There, done."

Max cast him a glare. "You couldn't have done that sooner and saved us the time?"

"Oh, Max, you can't just use magic to solve all your problems," Harrison said. "Plus, there was a fifty-fifty chance that it wouldn't work and the remaining tablecloths would've simply caught on fire. I just got lucky."

"Yeah, of course you did," Max said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, was there a reason you came over here, other than to flirt?"

"Well, yes and no," Harrison said. "You see, I need help with unfolding chairs, and Nikki and Nerris are busy with the food area—"

"-and you want Neil to be the one to help you, right?" Max finished for him.

"If he's no longer needed over here, that is," Harrison said.

Max looked towards Neil, who gave a pleading look in return. "Yeah, yeah, go be romantic before people start showing up. I owe you for finishing up my part of the decorating, anyway."

Neil smiled and took Harrison's hand, before the two of them hurried off towards the other end of the yard. Max shook his head as he watched them go. He hadn't quite wrapped his mind around the idea of the two of them yet; it felt like only yesterday they were at each other's throats while he was busy throwing up half the items in Harrison's magic kit.

But he couldn't help but smile at the tender look on his best friend's face as the two of them shared a hushed conversation.

"Finished setting up over here?"

His smile disappeared as he turned to see David approaching him. "Tables are done, the girls have the food covered, and Neil and Harrison are finishing up the chairs. All that's left to do is wait for the criers."

"Good to hear it." David smiled fondly. "By the way, Max, I know I've said this before, but this was a wonderful idea."

Max looked towards the ground. "Yeah, yeah, I'm a damn saint. Don't tell anyone though, I got a reputation to uphold."

"I mean it, Max," David said, as he reached over to ruffle Max's hair with a fond expression. "I mean, a memorial service where we invite all the old campers and counselors? That's such a nice way to help everyone mourn. How on earth did you come up with such a clever idea so quickly?"

Max grew tense. And there were the questions from David. "I just...did, alright?" he said in the most casual voice he could muster. "It's not my fault I better at coming up with ideas on the spot than a thirty-year-old man."

David chuckled. "Max, I'm twenty-nine."

"Close enough," Max said, pushing his hand away. "And stop touching my hair, I want to look nice for this fucking thing!"

"Oh my God, it's like I went back in time."

Both Max and David turned to see a woman standing behind them, her red hair tied back in a pigtail and a tired smile on her face. David's eyes lit up and he stepped closer to her, his arms open as if he wanted to give her a hug. "Gwen! You made it!"

"Holy shit, it is Gwen," Max said in disbelief. "The Hell's she doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, kid," she said, as she accepted David's request for a hug. "And it's especially nice to see you again, David. How long's it been?"

"About five months," David said. "And two weeks. But who's counting?"

Gwen let out a laugh. "Clearly not you. Whatcha been up to in five months?"

"I finally became an official foster parent," he said proudly.

"Yeah, I heard about that!" Gwen's smile widened as her gaze dropped to Max. "And I see you weren't kidding about fostering the little terror of Camp Campbell himself."

"Haha, why don't you talk about something actually funny," Max said, grateful to switch the subject before David could question him further. "Like what I assume you've been doing since camp, which is to say, nothing of significance."

"Max," David said sternly. "Don't be rude."

"...Sorry. Old habit."

Gwen chuckled as she let go of David. "You still making David's life miserable, kiddo?"

"As far as you know," Max said.

"Come on, Gwen, he's a good kid," David said with a fond smile. "In fact, this entire thing was his idea!"

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Really now?"

Max crossed his arms. "I told you not to go bragging about it, David."

"But how could I not?" David said cheerfully. "It's a wonderful idea!"

"So you've said..."

Gwen's smile widened and she pressed a hand to her cheek as she stared at the two of them. "God, looking at you two interact really is a blast from the past. It's like I'm back at camp."

"Yeah, yeah, maybe your dreams of a time-travelling doctor finally came true," Max said sarcastically.

Gwen chuckled. "Aww, you remembered. You do care."

"So what the hell are you doing here anyway?" Max asked. "Didn't you hate the camp?"

"Didn't you?" Gwen said.

"I live here," Max pointed out. "That's my excuse. What's yours?"

Gwen shrugged. "Look, it's been over five years. That's more than enough time to make me less angry about wasting my summer there, and more willing to laugh about it at parties." She nudged David playfully. "Plus, I wasn't about to pass up the chance to see my old co-counselor pal again, even if it was at a damn funeral of all places."

David's smile softened. "Well, I'm glad you could make it. And I'm sure Mr. Campbell would have appreciated it, too."

Gwen gave him a look. "David, the man barely knew my name."

"...Well, I appreciate it."

Gwen smiled again. "Yeah, well, you're just lucky I care so much about you, you big goof."

The two of them fell silent for a moment, not taking their eyes off each other as the other kids approached the group. "David, we finished setting everything up!" Nerris said.

"Hey, is that Gwen?!" Nikki asked excitedly. "Hi, Gwen! Nice to see you still kicking!"

"What, did you think she'd be dead, too?" Max asked.

"Yeah, but for a completely different reason than David," Nikki said. "With David, I just figured he'd get hit by a truck or something. But I always thought Gwen would get an unwinnable fight with another person who loves those trashy novels."

"'Fight to the death', not 'an unwinnable fight', Nikki," Neil corrected her.

"Unwinnable fight!" Nikki said stubbornly.

"Yeah, unwinnable fight!" Nerris added. "Like when you try to use physical attacks against a being that can only be defeated by magical attacks. Nothing good's going to come out of that!"

"You could always just run away from the being and save your spell slots," Harrison pointed out.

"Uh, but what if you're trying to level up, smart-ass?" Nerris asked. "What then?"

Gwen couldn't hold back a laugh. "Oh, my God, none of them have changed a bit. We really are back at camp!"

"Isn't it great?" David said with a laugh of his own.

Gwen's smile widened. "You know what? It is kind of nice seeing everyone again, honestly."

"So you do have a soft spot for the camp!" David said, with a playful nudge to her arm. "Is it enough to make you consider being a counselor again?"

"Haha, you wish," she said. "Never again, pal. But...there's definitely something there."

David continued to smile for a moment, before the corners of his mouth slowly fell into a sad frown and he reached up to wipe away the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Her own eyes now wide, Gwen stepped closer to comfort him as the tears finally began to roll down his face. "Hey, come on, it's alright."

"I'm sorry," David said, sniffling. "I was trying to wait until everyone else got here to cry. But I just...I'm sad but I'm so happy. You're here, and the kids have just...been so helpful today..."

"Let it all out, pal," Gwen said, pulling him into another hug. "You cry as much as you need to today."

You cry as much as you need to...

Max bit his lip as he noticed Neil giving him a look from his spot beside Harrison. He turned back to the nearest table and attempted to distract himself with the already-smooth tablecloth, while he heard David cry behind him.

You cry as much as you need to...

Max thought back to the last time he had cried over his parents. The anniversary of their death. The worst day of his life for a number of reasons.

You cry as much as you need to...

Once again, he found himself instinctively touching his left arm. The last time he had cried, really cried, had been during his time in the hospital. No family or parents to comfort him, no idea what would happen to him next. Just him in a lonely hospital room while the doctors were gone and his social worker was busy finding him a new family.

You cry as much as you need to...

David would get the opportunity to cry today. He'd be able to mourn in peace without worrying about anything or anyone else, surrounded by people who could cry with him.

And no matter what shitty, intrusive thoughts plagued his mind today, Max wasn't about to take that away from him.

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It was not long before others started pouring into the backyard after Gwen, and the somber atmosphere that accompanied them did nothing to help Max's already-low mood.

Most of them were adults, some a little older than David while others looked to be around their late teens or early twenties. A lot of them were hugging, crying, supporting each other as they gathered around the memorial shrine for Campbell, which David had set up with great care. Some were actually laughing as they reconnected with old friends from summers ago. All of them were dressed in black, which was one thing Max could appreciate about such an occasion. Ninety percent of his wardrobe would be appropriate to wear today.

He hadn't seen any of the kids from his summer, outside of the ones who were already there. But they had disappeared among the crowd to do God-knows-what, which unfortunately left Max alone with his thoughts.

There were so many people here to mourn Campbell. Max couldn't help but wonder if, had his own parents been given a funeral or service, this many people would have shown up to theirs. Sure, they had had friends and coworkers, but how many of them would have been torn up over their deaths. How many had actually been torn up and Max never got a chance to know?

He shook his head and tried desperately to force those thoughts right back to the farthest corner of his mind where they belonged as he looked around for David. He spotted him among a group of people who had gathered in the far corner of the yard, away from the rest of the crowd.

It was a decent-sized group, about ten people. All of them were crying and hugging one another though conversations that Max could not hear. And while most of them appeared to be more or less the same age as David, there was a man and a woman who were clearly much older then any of them, a soft, almost comforting look on their faces as they stared at the younger adults.

A look so similar to the one David had often given to the kids back when he was a counselor.

...His counselors.

They were his counselors.

More than just his counselors, that was David's entire group from his time as a camper. Or...at least one of them. There was no way David had only attended camp for a single summer.

The older woman had such a wide, bubbly smile on her face despite the tears in her eyes and she was waving her hands wildly and passionately as if she was telling an incredibly story. The man was also smiling with tear-filled eyes, and would occasionally reach over to ruffle David's hair (Max scowled as his hand instinctively traveled up to his own hair) as if he was ten years old again, a motion that would make David both laugh and cry.

David was so happy today. Well, not happy. Obviously he was sad, but he was allowed to be sad with other people around him to help ease the pain. He was allowed to cry, he was allowed to mourn...

Max crossed his arms and let them rest on the table before him. He wanted that chance. He wanted to cry so badly. He wanted to be able to mourn his parents properly. It was a memorial service; he could just cry and no one would know that his tears weren't reserved for Campbell.

But David would see him crying, and would want to comfort him. And with comfort would come questions, and Max didn't trust himself to keep the real reasons behind his tears to himself if David decided to pry. And there would go David's chance to spend the day focusing on Campbell. His chance to grieve. His chance to get everything Max hadn't gotten.

Max had to keep his feelings to himself, at least until the service was over. He was a master at repressing his stupid, annoying feelings when necessary. Okay, maybe not a master, but he had definitely gotten better at it after his year of hell.

...Okay, so that wasn't necessarily true, either.

Well, regardless, he would have to at least try for David's sake.

"Mwack."

He felt something nudge his leg beneath the table, and he lifted the tablecloth to investigate. A familiar brown lump of fur with an even-more-familiar orange bill was staring up at him from the grass.

Max felt his troubling thoughts melt away for a moment as he reached down to scratch the platypus's head. "Hey, I remember you," he said fondly. "The hell are you doing here, you little abomination-of-nature?"

The platypus nudged his hand sweetly. "Mwack."

Max couldn't help but smile at this motion. "Well, you got affectionate with age, didn't you? No more biting or hamster-eating?"

Another nuzzle. "Mwack."

"Dee? Did you check under that table?"

"No luck."

"Aww, well, we'll keep looking! He couldn't have gotten far."

Max looked up to see two other kids looking beneath nearby tables, as if they were searching for something. "Hey, you two looking for a platypus?" he asked, rising up from his chair. "He's under this one."

Both looked up from their search and the taller child's eyes widened excitedly. "Max! You're here, too?!"

"...Wait, Space Kid?"

"Oh, right, you guys never did get my name right, huh?" The child asked with a laugh as he and the other approached the table. "That's okay, I never liked it much anyway. I've been trying to think of a better name to go by, like Alioth. Or...Vega! Oooh, or Nix! That's a satellite of Pluto. By the way, Pluto should totally still be a planet and we as a species was wrong to take its planetary status away!" He let out another laugh. "But hey, you can just keep calling me Space Kid if you want to! I mean, if the space boot fits, am I right?"

Well, Max called that one. And now that he got a good look at Space Kid, it was more than obvious that he was the little space-loving weirdo from camp. He had grown a bit both in height and weight, and his shaggy brown hair now hung down over his eyes, but it was definitely him. And Max had a feeling that, had this not been a memorial service, he probably would have worn an outfit completely dedicated to space. Hell, Max would have felt safe in betting on the idea of him showing up in a full-on astronaut suit if he had been given a choice in the matter.

The other kid seemed to linger closer to Space Kid, his eyes cast down at the grass below and a yellow beanie with a star on the front atop his head. He pointed towards the bottom of the tablecloth, where the platypus had stuck out its bill. "Found him."

"Hey, there you are!" Space Kid said cheerfully as he bent down to pick him up. "Silly Mwack, always wandering off by yourself! That's how we almost lost you at the observatory!"

"I can't believe the little fucker's still alive," Max said. "How'd he end up with you, anyway?"

"Oh, he snuck into my backpack before we left camp," Space Kid explained. "So I decided to keep him! Mom made me take him to the vet and get him de-poisoned, just to be safe, and we did a ton of research on platypi just so we knew how to take care of him! Did you know platypi can actually live to be about seventeen in captivity? I didn't, but I do now! Or that female platypi sweat milk! Well, not sweat, but-"

Max wasn't paying much attention to Space Kid's overenthusiastic platypus facts. He eyes were still on the kid at his left, who was was keeping his gaze down and rubbing his hands together nervously. His posture seemed reserved and scared, like he really didn't want to be there. Something about him seemed so familiar to Max, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"-and that's why Dee and I want to see if we convince NASA to let Mwack be the first platypus in space," Space Kid finished.

Dee? Wait a minute...

"...Dolph?" Max asked aloud.

The boy seemed to flinch at this name and Space Kid wrapped his platypus-free arm around him in a comforting fashion. "His name is Dee," he said defensively.

"Oh, uh, sorry..." Max said. "But... it is him, right?"

Dee nodded. "It's me..."

Max eyed him again. "I'm surprised to see you, you know, not dressed completely like-"

"Hitler?" Dee finished in a guilty voice.

"...So you did know?"

"No, I didn't!" Dee said, finally looking up. "I mean...I did, but I didn't...I-I shouldn't have..." He hung his head again. "Do you ever look back on...how you used to act? Or how your parents raised you? And just kind of...realize it wasn't...great?"

"...Oh."

"Yeah..." Dee said sadly. "I was...awful. I did lots of things that made people uncomfortable. It wasn't right. I know that now."

"So, when'd you catch on?" Max asked.

"It's been happening for a while..." Dee said. "But I... I don't want to be like my parents. They're...they're bad people, and I don't want to be bad, too."

"And I'm helping him not be bad!" Space Kid said cheerfully, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "So... be good!"

Dee looked up at him fondly. "He's helping."

"Well, damn, good for you, dude," Max said. "Because no offense, but you really were kind of horrible. And by kind of, I mean... You were really horrible. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, dude, it wasn't cool."

"I know..." Dee said. "I was kind of scared to come today. But I...wanted to say I was sorry to everyone I could. I already talked to David—"

"-and he forgave you almost instantly, right?" Max asked.

"I...Well, he said he did," Dee said. "I just hope that was how he really felt. I...I want people to be honest if they can't forgive me."

"Well, knowing David, I'm sure he not only forgave you, but he probably also promised you a bed in the guest room if you ever needed to get away from your shitty parents, right?" Max asked.

Dee nodded. "He did say that, only without the swearing."

"Yeah, of course he did," Max said. "Well, hey, if worst comes to worst, at least you won't be the only kid in the house."

"What do you mean?" Dee asked.

"I mean, I live here, too," Max pointed out. "David's fostering me."

"David's your dad?!" Space Kid asked excitedly.

Max scowled. "Foster dad."

"That's so neat!" Space Kid said, while Dee's eyes widened excitedly. "I wish I could have David for a dad! My real dad left a while ago, and Mom says he's probably not coming back."

"Oh..." Max said, raising his eyebrows. "I'm...sorry, Space Kid."

"No need to be sorry!" Space Kid said, hugging Dee closer. "I got my mom, and Dee, and Mwack! It'd be nice to have my Dad, too, but I'm still happy!"

And Space Kid was still so optimistic and nice. Between that and Dee's determination to be a better person, Max could feel those annoying intrusive thoughts returning. Despite life's hardships, these two were happy. They were bettering themselves, finding the bright side of a terrible situation, not letting life constantly kick their ass despite its numerous attempts.

Why...why couldn't it be that easy for him?

...Okay, the answer was obvious, but the fact that he knew that the answer was obvious only made him feel worse. He knew what he needed to do to stop feeling bad. He knew it was easy. There was literally nothing stopping him from just crossing the yard and telling David that he was having a shitty day.

He looked back at where David was located. Still smiling through his tears, still having a good time despite the heartbreak.

Still grieving.

And it was enough to keep Max frozen where he stood, as he once again tried to push his stupid thoughts to the back of his mind.

"Max, you gotta come see Nikki and Nurf!"

A wave of relief washed over Max as the sound of Nerris's voice shattered his train-of-thought and he saw Dee move closer to Space Kid as she approached the table in an excited panic. "They've been arm-wrestling for about five minutes and there hasn't been a winner yet! It's more exciting then when I rolled a Crit-20 and actually scared a dragon away in my last DnD game!"

"Nurf's here, too?" Max asked. "Oh, God, I'd better go with you just so I can make sure he doesn't try to stab Nikki." A pause. "Then again, she'd probably stab him back...Yeah, I really should go with you. Lead the way, Critical Role."

"Very funny, Max," Nerris said. "But you know I'm more of an Adventure Zone fan."

"Of course, how could I forget your crush on Magnus Sideburns?"

"Burnsides, Max! And can you blame me?!" She crossed her arms. "I'm just saying, Julia was a lucky lady!"

"Whatever, just lead the way."

Nerris laughed and gestured for him to follow, and Space Kid and Dee trailed behind him as they pushed through the crowd and headed for another table.

"YES! EAT IT, BITCH!"

Max heard Nikki's cry of victory before the table where she, a probably-seventeen-by-now Nurf, and the other kids came into view. And it wasn't just Neil and Harrison; Max could see Ered and Preston had joined the group as well.

Ered was taller than she had been at camp, and her hairstyle was almost identical to Nikki's, though still blonde with her trademark purple stripes. She had traded her old jacket for a black, leather one and was still rocking a pair of torn jeans and boots (Max couldn't deny that she definitely had style). Preston, on the other hand, looked pretty much how both Neil and Max had expected him to look (Max could see Neil giving him a knowing smirk and a subtle gesture towards the glittery, black hat atop Preston's head) and it was not a surprise that he seemed to be furious for an unknown reason.

Nerris let out a noise of unhappiness. "Aww, did I miss it?"

"Yeah, and I rocked!" Nikki said proudly.

"Gotta admit, shrimp, you've bulked up since camp," Nurf said, flexing his hand. "Though that's not a surprise, you were always one of the more athletic kids of the group."

"And you put up a good fight, my man," Nikki said with a wide smile. "What was it you said you started doing, kick-boxing?"

"It was my therapist's idea," Nurf explained. "Said it would help me unleash a lot of my violent tendencies in a safe-and-controlled environment. I haven't been arrested in three months, so I'd say it's successful so far, but every case is different and results tend to be varied so we'll see what happens."

"Well, clearly you're not unleashing ENOUGH of those tendencies!" Preston said angrily. "Now I've lost five bucks!"

"Heh, pay up, theater kid," Ered said, her hand out.

Grumbling, Preston fished the bill out of his pocket and slapped it down on her palm. "Well, I've learned my lesson. Save the gambling for fights between Hamilton fans and Heathers fans. It's a safe bet; Heathers fans usually go for biting and hair-pulling while Hamilton fans are total pussies."

"You would know that," Max spoke up.

Preston narrowed his eyes at Max. "What are you doing here? Never expected to see you at a funeral for Campbell."

"One, it's a memorial service, not a funeral," Max said. "Two, the same could be said for you, Nurf, and maybe Ered."

Ered shrugged. "I heard there was free food and I had nothing better to do. Plus, it's one of the few places I can wear this outfit and old people won't look at me like I'm the devil or something."

"I feel that," Max said with a nod.

"I originally had a kickboxing match today, but it got postponed so I figured it'd be better than going home," Nurf explained. "Actually, I was telling Nikki about it and that's why she wanted to arm wrestle."

"And like hell I'm missing out on an opportunity to grace people with my presence!" Preston said dramatically. "Even if it's the likes of you heathens and your inability to recognize fine writing."

Max raised an eyebrow. "Last time I checked, you couldn't recognize it either. I mean, we all saw that play of yours back in the day."

Preston let out an offended scoff. "I see you haven't changed a bit since camp. Still the same, rude kid after all this time."

For some bizarre reason, Max felt a twinge of anger at this comment. It was one thing when Neil or Nikki playfully insulted him. But he hadn't seen Preston in years and the two of them hadn't exactly been friends. "Whatever, Preston, like you're any better."

"Well, someone's in a bad mood," Preston said defensively. "Again, a surprise to no one."

It was just a stupid comment. Max knew it was a stupid comment, and it shouldn't have bothered him. If he got mad every time some idiot insulted him, he would just be miserable all the fucking time.

...Well, moreso than usual.

It was fine. He was fine. Or at the very least, he could pretend he was fine and not get annoyed at something he would normally either shrug off or respond to with a much better comment.

"So, why are you here anyway?" Preston asked. "I couldn't help but notice you avoided answering that question."

Of course he'd caught that. Why the fuck wouldn't he? "I'm...here to pay my respects for Campbell," he said calmly. "Is that a fucking crime, Preston?"

Preston scoffed. "Oh, really? You, the kid who hated the camp more than any of us, is here to pay respects for the bastard? Why don't I believe that?"

"You don't have to," Max said. "It doesn't affect me either way."

"You know what I think?" Preston said. "I think you're here to pull some kind of prank on David. Come on, fess up, we all know you wouldn't come to this thing willingly."

That was a...fair assumption for someone who hadn't seen Max since camp to make. There was no need to feel offended by that assumption at all, despite the fact that he had spent most of the past week thinking about nothing but trying to make today special for David because of what had happened with his own folks. How the fuck was Preston supposed to know that? He wasn't, so there was no need to be mad.

And yet Max was clenching his fists so tightly, his palms were started to hurt from how hard his fingernails were digging into them. "I told you, Preston. I just...wanted to pay my respects."

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked over to see Neil and Nikki beside him. "Hey, Max, can Nikki and I talk to you for a moment alone?"

Max nodded quickly and followed them towards the shed that lay on the edge of the yard. "God, thanks, guys. He was starting to piss me off."

"I know," Neil said, as he lead the two of them inside and shut the door behind them. "It's why we wanted to talk to you."

"Plan M! Plan M!" Nikki said excitedly.

Max gave her a confused look. "Plan M?"

"That's not what it's called, Nikki," Neil said, crossing his arms.

"Oh, yeah?" Nikki asked. "Then what would you call a plan that involves Max?"

"It doesn't need a name!"

"Guys!" Max said. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Neil sighed. "Okay, so Nikki and I had a plan, a nameless plan, ready in case either of us saw that you were having a hard time today."

"Neil told me about what you two talked about last week," Nikki said, and gave Max a look of sympathy. "And we saw how you tensed up earlier when Gwen got here."

Max sighed. "Oh, great. So I'm that easy to read? Fine, whatever, what's the plan?"

Neil and Nikki exchanged a look. "Okay, so you don't want to talk to David, right?" Nikki asked.

"It's not that I don't want to," Max said. "It's that I can't."

"Why not?" Nikki asked. "It'd be so easy! He's just right across the yard, I can go get him for you-"

"If Neil explained everything to you, then you should already know why I can't," Max said, crossing his arms.

"What Nikki means is," Neil said. "Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to talk to him if you had some help from us. We could just tell David that—"

Max sighed irritably and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Guys, look. I really appreciate you trying to help, I do. But you both know why I can't talk to him until the service is over. And you two just ignoring all that and telling me 'oh, just go talk to him' makes me feel like you're not listening to anything I'm saying!"

Nikki gave him a sad look. "We are listening, Max. But you know David would want to know if you needed to talk—"

"I know, okay?!" he said, a little more aggressively than intended. "I know he'd want me to go to him for help! I know he'd listen! I fucking know! Do you two really think I'm such a fucking idiot that I wouldn't know that?!"

Neil and Nikki stared at him with a look of shock, one that almost made him feel guilty. Almost. "I'm not talking to him until after the service is done! I don't care if it fucking kills me, he's not going to spend today dealing with my bullshit!"

Neil placed a hand on his shoulder. "Max—"

Max didn't stick around to hear the rest of the conversation. He pushed Neil's hand away and stormed out of the shed, back towards where the rest of the campers from their summer had gathered.

"-yeah, my dad left, too," Ered was saying to Space Kid as Max approached. "But who needs deadbeats, right? Moms are the real heroes."

"Well, I mean, I'd like to see mine again," Space Kid said in return. "But yeah, my mom's cool!"

"Ugh, I'd give anything not to ever see my mother again!" Preston said. "That fucking bitch didn't even have the decency to show up at my theater trope's third performance of Phantom of the Opera! She was too busy 'working'. Excuses! That particular performance was one of my top five!"

It shouldn't have bothered him. Kids were allowed to hate their parents; sometimes it was completely understandable. Dee had mentioned that his parents had been awful, too, and he hadn't been angry over that. And Space Kid had already mentioned that his dad was a deadbeat.

So why the fuck was he so angry, now? What the Hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just calm down?!

"What about you, Max?" Preston asked. "Got any horror stories about your folks?"

God damn it. God damn it. "Yeah, I got a horror story for you. It's called 'my folks are fucking dead'!"

The group fell silent, all eyes now on Max. "I...Oh," Preston said slowly.

"Yeah, Preston, oh," Max said, his voice rising. "They died in a fire about a year ago and I've had to bounce around from foster home to foster home since then. But I guess your mom not coming to a performance she's probably seen a million times is pretty fucking terrible, too. I feel so sorry for you."

"Max," Neil said firmly from behind him. "I know you don't want to, but you need to go talk to David now-"

"I told you I can't, Neil!" Max spun around to face him as angry tears began to form at the corner of his eyes. Great, now he was fucking crying. "Why doesn't anybody fucking get that I can't?!"

"Max—"

"You think I don't realize how fucking stupid I'm being by not talking to him?" Max continued, the tears finally rolling down his face. "That I haven't spent all day wishing I could just drag my sorry ass across the yard and tell him 'hey, I'm fucking depressed as shit, can you please help me like you always do, because you're a good fucking person who would stop everything just to help me with my problems but just because you would doesn't mean you should, especially when you're mourning the death of someone super fucking important to you?! Because I know that not being able to do that fucking sucks and I may be a prick to you ninety-nine percent of the time but I'm not about to take that chance away from you?!'"

"Max?"

Max froze at the sound of someone else saying his name and slowly turned to see David staring at him, a camera in his hand and a look of utter shock on his face. "I...saw all of you together, and I thought—"

Max didn't stick around to hear David finish his sentence. Scrubbing the tears from his face, he turned and raced for the house as fast he could. He didn't look around at the other guests who were probably staring at him now, he didn't stop as someone behind him (was that Nikki? Was it David again? He didn't care) called his name. He just pried open the back door, raced towards the stairs and stormed up to his room.

He slammed the door shut behind him and slid down to the floor as he finally let the tears fall. He'd fucked it up. Of course he'd fucked it up. He'd yelled at his friends, he'd ruined the service for David... Why did he expect anything else to happen? Why did he just listen to Neil or Nikki and go talk to David? Of course he should have talked to David.

Why was he so...stupid?

God damn it.

[ohmygarlands]

Never Too Far Away | Chapter 32

"What about this one?" Judy excitedly said, lightly twirling in a white gown in front of a full length mirror in the change room of Saks Fifth Avenue.

"Hmm, no. It's too frilly. Isn't there a rule about wearing white to your second wedding?" Her pal and maid of honour, Betty Asher replied.

"Oh, shush. It's my wedding and I'll wear what I like. Besides, it should have been Gene standing at the alter the first time around anyway."

"Whatever you say, darling."

Judy stopped twirling and slouched forward in disappointment. "How many have we looked at so far?" She asked, holding her hands on her hips.

“I lost count after the 8th gown.” Betty answered, glancing at her wrist watch.

"I suppose I have kept you quite awhile, haven't I?"

"I don't have anywhere else to be." She smiled. "But if you don't settle on one soon, I will withdraw my acceptance to be your maid of honour." Betty laughed.

"Let me get my things." Judy laughed along with her. "We'll get some lunch, I'm famished."

Judy changed back into her sweater and slacks and the two ladies made their way outside and down the road towards a bistro Judy had suggested. They linked arms and approached the small restaurant when a child's voice echoed behind them.

"Judy!!!!!" Little Kerry yelled running at full speed towards her.

Judy turned around startled and kneeled down with her arms open.

"Kerry!"

She jumped into her arms and Judy picked her up, holding her tight.

"Where on Earth did you come from?" She beamed, booping her nose with the end of her finger.

"Kerry, what have I told you about running off like that! I'm so sor–" Betsy chased after her, stopping mid sentence when she realized who it was holding her daughter.

Judy looked up and her brilliant smile immediately vanished.

"Betsy."

"Hi Judy, pleasure as always." She said with a hint of sarcasm. "Come on, Kerry, we have to get home."

"Nooo," She whined, "I wanna go with Judy."

"Judy's got things to do, honey... As do I, now come on!"

Betsy reached out for her daughter but she recoiled, cuddling into Judy's chest.

“My friend Betty and I are just heading down the street to get some lunch. You and Kerry are more than welcome to join us,” Judy said hesitantly.

“That’s very kind of you but I have some more errands to run before the stores close and—

“Well, how about dinner?” She suggested.

“…Excuse me?” Betsy replied, stunned.

“I’m um, I’m inviting you to our house for dinner this evening. Kerry is invited to come too of course,” Judy stammered.

Betsy was taken aback by the invitation but she eventually accepted.

“What time should I be there?” She asked.

“How does seven o’clock sound?”

“Fine, we’ll see you then. Goodbye,” Betsy smiled weakly, taking Kerry by the hand and continuing down the sidewalk. Kerry turned and waved to Judy as they were walking away.

“What in the world did you just do?!” Betty whispered to Judy, who was nervously biting her finger.

“I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I’ll figure it out later. C’mon, let’s go get something to eat before I keel over.”

After having lunch with Betty and getting some more shopping in, Judy headed home and was overwrought with the ever-approaching dinner date she had made earlier in the day. She wasted no time cooking and cleaning in preparation for Betsy’s arrival with Kerry. In the minutes leading up to seven o’clock, Judy sat in the living room and attempted to unwind with a record and a vodka soda. It did little to quell her nerves. Suddenly the doorbell rang and nearly caused Judy’s heart to leap out of her chest. She jumped to her feet and raced to the front door, taking a deep breath before letting them in.

“Hi,” Judy put on her most charming smile and her eyes widened when she saw a handsome sandy blonde man standing beside Betsy.

“Hello, I hope you don’t mind, I brought a guest.” Betsy said.

“No, no… Not at all. Please come in, Gene won’t be home for a little while but make yourselves comfortable.”

“This is Sam.” Betsy introduced.

“Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Judy.” She held out her hand.

“Oh, I’m well aware of who you are, Judy. I’m a big fan.” He beamed, starstruck.

Betsy shot him a look before feigning a smile for Judy. They all walked into the living room where a Glenn Miller record was still playing and sat down on the couch. Kerry pulled out a basket of toys underneath the coffee table and dove right in. Her little giggles and playful dialogue was the only thing breaking the uncomfortable tension in the room.

“How about a drink?” Judy blurted.

“That would be lovely.” Betsy answered.

When Judy went into the kitchen, Betsy spotted several framed pictures of Judy and Gene sitting on the mantle and got up to take a better look at them. Returning with a couple glasses of water, Judy saw Betsy virtually inspecting all of the photos which only enhanced the guilt she was already feeling for bringing her over.

“Here’s your drink,” Judy said as she approached Betsy from behind.

“Oh! Goodness, you startled me,” she laughed.

“I’m sorry,” Judy giggled. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, thank you,” Betsy took a seat on the couch again and sipped her drink slowly. Judy sat in the love seat across from her and Sam and resumed drinking her vodka soda.

“So, what were you doing shopping today? I would’ve thought you’d be at the studio,” Betsy inquired.

“Just some clothes shopping,” she fibbed. “It’s hard to believe but I actually got some time off from work this week. I’m in between movies at the moment so there’s been a lull in production.”

“I see,” Betsy nodded. “How’s uh, how’s Gene?”

“He’s fine, always busy at work,” Judy smiled. “He should be home any minute though. I’m going to start setting the table. Is there anything else I can get for you?” She repeated.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Ok, excuse me,” Judy got up and dabbed the sweat from her brow before taking the roast out of the oven and preparing the dishes.

Jingling keys could be heard at the front door before the deadbolt turned and Gene let himself him.

“Hi babe!” He called from the foyer.

Betsy shot out of her chair and stared wide-eyed at Gene, who suddenly mirrored her expression.

“Hi darling!” Judy met his lips with a kiss which he barely returned. “I invited Betsy over for dinner. Why don’t you wash up and change before you sit down?”

“Uh, can I talk to you for a second?” Gene pulled Judy by the arm into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

“What the hell is the matter with you?!” He snarled.

Judy placed her hands on his chest and ashamedly lowered her head.

“I know, I know! I’m so sorry… I ran into her this afternoon while Betty and I were shopping for my wedding dress— of all things!— and I panicked.”

“So you invited her over for dinner?!”

“… Yes…” She muttered.

“You don’t cook!” He snapped back.

“Well… I’m not terrible.”

“Who’s the guy?”

“His name is Sam, I don’t know anything else.”

“Jesus, Judy…”

He turned around and leaned his forearms against the tiled wall, sighing in frustration. After a long and exhausting day at the studio, a dinner with his ex wife and current wife to be was the last thing he wanted to come home to.

“You want us all to get along, don’t you?” Judy wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his back.

“Yes, I do but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

“It’s only one dinner… Please?”

Gene turned around and wrapped his arms around her. It was impossible to stay angry at her, especially when she looked up at him with those huge brown eyes.

“Fine…” He leaned in and kissed her beautifully full lips. “…But payback is gonna be a bitch.” He whispered against her mouth.

Judy slapped his arm and they emerged from the bathroom.

“Daddy!” Kerry exclaimed, jumping up from the floor.

“Hey, monkey!” He picked her up and gave her a few stubbly kisses on her cheeks, making her giggle and squirm.

“Betsy.” He nodded and acknowledged politely.

“Hi, Gene… Gene, this is Sam. Sam, Gene.”

Gene held out his hand and gave his a manly shake.

“Sam and I have been seeing each other for awhile.”

“I’m glad for you.” He said dismissively.

Gene was just about to take a seat on the couch with Kerry when Judy called out from the kitchen.

“Dinner is served!” She chimed.

Everyone got up and gathered in the dining room. Gene placed Kerry in her booster seat and took the chair beside Judy’s while Betsy and Sam took the ones on the opposite side of the table.

“Looks delicious.” Betsy said, reaching for her fork to start digging in to the made up plate before her.

“I hope so.”

They took the first bites of the meat and the looks on everyone’s faces turned sour. Gene slowly turned his plate, inspecting his cut.

“Hey, Judy…”

“Mmm?” She looked up, wide eyed.

“If I spot a vein, do I win a prize?”

Judy quickly inhaled through her teeth, “I may have taken it out a little before it was time, but I tried my best to serve the cooked parts.”

Gene chuckled and squeezed her hand under the table.

“I admire your perseverance.”

“So, when’s the wedding?” Betsy interjected, taking both Judy and Gene by surprise.

“Hmm?”

“You two are getting married, aren’t you?”

Judy looked at Gene nervously.

“Indeed we are. The exact date isn’t set yet but it should be sometime this spring,” Gene replied self-assuredly.  

“Who all is invited?”

“Well, we haven't figured that out yet either. The guest list isn’t going to be terribly big, probably just family and a few close friends,” he said.

“I see,” Betsy said, staring at the two of them over the rim of her glass as she took a sip of wine.

The tension between Gene and Betsy began to visibly mount before Judy spoke up.

“I’m sorry that the roast didn’t turn out quite as expected. I have some ground beef in the refrigerator that I could heat up to make some hamburgers if you’d like.”

Betsy held up her hand, “Thank you, but I think we should be heading home. It’s gotten quite late and I’m sure Kerry’s probably tired.”

“I’ll help gather your things,” Gene offered as he quickly arose from his chair. It was as if he couldn’t get them out of the house fast enough. Betsy turned around to take Kerry out of the high chair and before she knew it Gene was standing at the front door with all of her belongings.

“‘Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry?’” Betsy joked. Gene smiled back but he was hasty with opening the door and helping them out to the car. Judy followed them out onto the driveway to bid them a goodnight.

“Thank you for coming, Betsy. We really enjoyed having you over this evening, and it was very nice to meet you Sam.” she said.

“Likewise.” He awkwardly uttered.

“It was great to see you again, Judy. Hopefully we can do this again sometime!” Betsy replied with a false enthusiasm.

Gene wrapped his arm around Judy’s waist and waved to them as they pulled away.

“Oh my goodness, remind me to never do that again,” Judy exhaled as the two walked back into the house.

“So what do you say? Next Saturday, I’ll invite David over and then we’ll be even.” He mischievously grinned.

*Written by @fansofjoots & @ohmygarlands

[sayitaintdoe]

it is the day before d-day, and theodora graham has made her descent into san francisco, and i have to remind myself when the notification goes off on my phone, like, six times that teddy is married now and doesn’t need me showing up at the airport with bells on to pick her up from her last great adventure.

which is probably for the best, considering i’m already running late for work as it is.  but that is really just a technical detail more than it is anything else.  late, schmate, am i right?

okay, not right, because my friend syd will murder me if i don’t start actually, like, showing up on time (or at all, really, but i do at least tend to usually have the decency to show up if nothing else).

my car, an old and sputtering and wheezing volkswagen beetle far past her prime (talulah, if you must know), creeks up into my designated parking spot, but she doesn’t make a cute little BEEP! when i lock her so much as she makes a sad, miserable boop.  a “please put me out of my misery and put some of your grubhub money toward a new car, dumbass.”

i ignore this, hiking my bag up my shoulder and heading through the front doors of grove & joy, the eclectic little hipster paradise of a salon and pop-up shop my friends syd and joy own.

see, this is my thing.  everyone i consider a friend is between the ages of 23 and 30, and i just want to know, why it is that i am the only one who doesn’t have a single goddamn clue what i’m going to do with my life.  like, we’re talking nothing.  nada.  i am wandering around perfectly content to run the fucking register at this joint so long as my friends are around.  and everyone else is off getting married and (god forbid) getting pregnant and having, like, grown up jobs.

and then there’s me.   square peg, round hole, trying not to be one of those millennials that every dumbass article complains about but then wondering what is so wrong with liking avocados in the first place, bob from kansas city?

i’m losing track of my point.

and whatever point i’m trying to make (is there one?) is soon enough derailed by a flurry of rainbow sherbet arms and tiny, slim arms wrapping tight around me.  “you’re on time!” every time joy announces something, she announces it with a giggle.

“even a broken clock is right twice a day,” i reply, getting in my daily dad joke for the hour (okay, the half hour), and dropping my bag to the floor behind the front counter.  “what’d i miss?”

her hand rests at her hip, head tilted to the side before her face lights up, a second later.  and from there, she’s nearly pouncing, soaring toward me with her hands quickly finding my shoulders and gripping tight.  “you have a date and you didn’t tell me!”

“oh, do i?”  i pretend to be focusing on my nails, before flashing her a cheeky grin.  “there might be a date happening, yes.”

“with PRESTON?!”

“how much are you bribing him, exactly?”  a second voice, definitely belonging to sydney, pipes up from the back.  i turn my head and can see just enough of the peaks of their newly frosted silver hair poking over the half-wall staring back at me like an early 2000s disney channel character.

i clear my throat, swooping around the corner to approach them, hands propped on my hips.  “for the record, he asked me out.”

well.  now he did.  maybe they won’t mention it to him!

sydney raises their eyebrows back at me, clearly surprised by this.  i just nod eagerly back at them.  “uh huh, yeah.  thats what i thought.  how’s that for bribery?”

“i think it was only a matter of time,” joy chimes out in her singsong voice, pressing a kiss to my cheek and then pressing one to sydney’s.  “i mean, the two of them have been married since middle school.”  pause for laughter.  “remember that time we had to do that flour sack project and—”

for some reason, i feel my cheeks flush, and i quickly swat my hand at the air like that’s going to stop the memory from rolling up, or at the very least, stop the conversation from progressing.

luckily — luckily!  call me zack morris because i am saved by the bell, literally — the door chimes open again, to save me from this conversation, save me from them, stop any of this from going any further, and i turn around for the distraction with my well-trained customer service smile.

but it’s not a customer.  it’s her.

all five-foot-eleven of her, standing tall and willowy.  teddy.

“YOU’RE ACTUALLY HERE IN THE SAME PLACE AS ME IN THE SAME TIME ZONE AS ME CRAZY RICH ASIANS THE REALITY SHOW IS OVER ARE YOU SERIOUS?” i spew out all my words as one long string, throwing myself across the salon and right at her, tackling her into a hug as a client comes in behind her and kennedy sweeps into professional mode, but not before giving her a squeeze on the shoulder.

“i called preston when i landed to make sure where you’d be, i wanted to surprise you!” she hums back in my ear, and married teddy feels the same as single teddy and engaged teddy and broken hearted teddy.  still firm and strong.  just, like, now with this weird big rock on her finger.  sparkling back at me, begging me to look at it.  so, i don’t.  because fuck you, wedding ring.

 “speaking of surprising you…” joy hummed in that teasing, singing voice of hers, looking between teddy and myself and going so far as to wink.  WINK!

teddy blinks back at her, and then she���s looking back at me.  “speaking of?  what did i miss?  and if you hold out on me, i will physically kick your butt, and you know that i can and will win.”

i clear my throat.  “well, first of all.  your goldfish is definitely not dead.”

“so, you just... put a doppelgänger fish in the tank.”

let’s skip ahead.

teddy leans back, taking a sip from her iced coffee and looking at me like it’s the first time she’s ever seen me.  the good news is that she’s somehow thankfully managed to calm down after learning about goldie the first’s most untimely demise.  the bad news is that she’s definitely not going to let go of the fact that i let it slip that in order to speed up the grieving process, preston healed my wounds and drowned my sorrows by asking me on a date.

so, okay, yeah, i just keep adding onto the story - but that’s what makes it so interesting.  it’s the layers that make a cake good, not the flour.

“do you know where he’s taking you?”

is it weird that i haven’t thought about it?  like, any of it?  but where is he taking me?  why does he have to decide where we go?  it’s 2018 and i have good taste and this was all my idea anyway, so shouldn’t i get to have a say in where we go?

will it be different than every other time we’ve gotten dinner together?  we’ve done some very... how you say, couple-like things when we’ve grabbed dinner together before, but is this different?

holy shit.

am i going on a date?  with preston?

“doe?  you okay?  you look pale.”

i am brought back to grove & joy, back to teddy watching me cautiously and a stream of customers filtering in around us.  

“somewhere with a violinist,” i blurt out, recalling something i remember preston telling me the other morning when i was slipping out from under his covers.  “and no peanuts.  otherwise brady can’t have any leftovers.”

a date with preston.

a date with preston.

going out with preston in a date-like environment where we’re supposed to pretend to be a couple and it’s weird because we don’t do that and what the fuck was i thinking and why did i suggest it you IDIOT

it’s late now.  not so late that kat will pull dramatics if i stumble into the apartment in the dark, but late enough that i know preston’s not doing anything else (he couldn’t possibly), and somehow that’s all i need to know.

despite everything, despite feeling some weird twist in my gut telling me this is most likely all going to blow up in my face (it’s bound to), i still find myself reaching for my phone as i skip the usual route to my apartment in favor of the turn for his, pulling up in front of his building and slipping in without a word.

i know brady and stevie enough to know better than to disturb them, so i go for my spare key that isn’t so much a spare key as it is i stole preston’s and had my own copy made, and i let myself in.

every closed door has a glow coming through the cracks, and i can hear the obnoxious late eighties hip hop wafting out of preston’s room when i twist open the door.

my jacket’s off before the door is shut behind me, followed by my shoes, and then my top.  my fingers are working to my jeans and then suddenly his hands are there, replacing mine, charting out territory he’s mapped many tones before, and his lips are meeting mine, and he’s dragging me in and i’m letting him.

“hello, lover boy,” i tease against his mouth, hearing his half-laugh, half-whine of a “don’t ruin this” that’s returned to me.

and it’s funny, this thing about us.

one of us is always waiting for the other, always expecting the other to show up.  it’s always an extended invitation, an exclusive welcome mat.

and most of the time, we accept it.

this is what i want to focus on: his lips on mine and my hands quickly working off his shirt and his stupid spongebob squarepants boxers, us tripping over each other on the way back to his bed, but him catching me before my head hits the mattress without him like some freaking john mayer song.  because we’re best friends, and that’s what it means to be best friends.  you catch each other, right?

this is the here and the now.  and this is way less stressful than the storm building up in my head for no goddamn reason.

so i let it take me.

[grubhivemind]

AURYHN: -it's a BEAUTIFUL MORNING. of course, every morning on avalon is beautiful if you ask auryhn, but skaia is nice too... he decides to spend this time with kavi, dropping in at his apartment to invite him out for brunch.- 

AURYHN: -KNOCK KNOCK on kavi's door.-

KAVI: =Finally his board charged up enough to get him home.... yeah he  could walk but who the fuck even WALKED anymore. Bums without hoverboards is who. His watch vibrates with an alert someone knocking on his door. Tapping at the interface he sees it's Auryhn... Yay! Wait. SHIT. Some more watch tapping and he patches himself through his home audio and pulls up his wind resistent mouth piece.= who is it? =Sing-songy like he already knows. PCHOOOOOS back home=

AURYHN: -grins, completely UNAWARE of the situation.- It's me~! ~}==> -replies just as cheesily.-

KAVI: =bless his soul= ooh hi Me, i don't know any Mes but since this Me sounds strapping and attractive how can i not let them into my home? be right there =Disconnects and descends= 

KAVI: =He could slow down.... but that's for wimps. Taps more at his watch to open his balcony doors. Capchas the board, action rolls in and jogs across the room to open the door. Leaning there heavily, panting lightly= hello lover ;)

AURYHN: -still wearing that dorky smitten grin of his.- Good morning, deerheart! ~}==> 

AURYHN: You look-- -pauses to actually inspect him.- Winded? ~}==>

KAVI: =Deerheart.... what a nerd. Leans up to kiss his cheek= lol... windswept maybe =Don't mind the bags... which he knows he has so he shrugs= 

KAVI: uh, yknow... long night

AURYHN: -frowns sympathetically- I see... Then you haven't slept? ~}==> -he spots those bags.-

KAVI: =Mmm, it's tempting to lie but that's not really useful to anyone. He just casts a glance down the hallway. Casual like= nnnnot in the traditional sense 

KAVI: but i'm still good, just not tired

AURYHN: So it's a matter of restlessness ~}==> -he concludes, and then considers this.- 

AURYHN: Very well! Then we have no choice but to find methods of relaxing you! ~}==> -he's decided this is his project for today and carefully turns kavi around to march him back inside his apartment.-

KAVI: =Waffles and hashbrowns though... not that he was aware of the plans he's just glad to spend time with Auryhn= lol yeah we can if you want 

KAVI: =is marched back in-- oops he left the balcony doors open... Boop boop beep on the watch and closes them= i'm ready to be soothed by your smooth jazz stylings babe 

KAVI: take me away like i'm Natasha Bedingfield, minus all the stoners planting labels on my lyrics. it's not weed guys, calm down

AURYHN: -eyeballs the balcony doors as he catches a glimpse of them closing. hmm... suspicious... but he won't worry about it too much for now, plopping kavi down onto his couch and immediately giving his shoulders a rub.- Jazz, hmm? That's an excellent idea... Let's put on some soothing music! That always helps me ~}==> -of course, soothing music for him is heavy metal-

KAVI: =Mmm the rubs. Bless these strong troll man hands. Grinning because... yes... he knows this= are you going to sing me to sleep on a bitchin guitar riff, Pegasus?

AURYHN: I could if you wanted me to! ~}==> -grins, leans in to kiss his cheek- 

AURYHN: However, I have a feeling that would only excite you more ~}==> -chuckles, releasing his grip on kavi's shoulders to produce his comm, hooking up a little speaker to it before he settles on a playlist. some jazzy chill beats he thinks kavi will like. it's relaxing... but romantic too. a win-win for everybody.-

KAVI: =huffs a soft laugh= excite is a word they use for it, sure 

KAVI: =This musical choice is good though, he does love his slow jams and tbh the saxophone is one of the sexiest instruments?  Was Auryhn behind him or next to him? Either way there's arms in his direction. Let the cuddles commence tho=

AURYHN: -yes, good, he's leaning back against the couch with kavi wrapped up tight in his arms. he allows for quiet to prolong between them so the music can fill the air and their senses. but after a moment, he speaks again, softly.- 

AURYHN: Tell me... Is there something on your mind that's keeping you awake? ~}==>

KAVI: =Yesss. He's still not really tired. Mentally at least but his body is a tad peeved with him riding around for most of the night. Legs especially. They're kind of flipping him off. So he's snug against Auryhn-tiddy just listening to he music and jamming lazily with small bobs of the head or hums to repeat chords . Honing in whenever Auryhn speaks though= 

KAVI: mmmn. kinda, maybe i guess. 

KAVI: it's never really... a thing, like, it might start out that way but then it's like fuckin rabbits in all manners of speaking

AURYHN: Ah, yes... I can relate to an escalation like that ~}==> 

AURYHN: Surely there's a root issue we can focus on and work from there... Or perhaps we could focus on any thought at all! I only know that burning off energy is only so successful when battling your inner demons ~}==>

KAVI: gets you ripped as fuck though =rubs Auryhn's chest and tum, pat pat pat pat= 

KAVI: choice 

KAVI: .... but uh, i guess still thinkin about dem bois. especially with shit having hit the fan.... Colt seems 

KAVI: fine? maybe. i mean, he was eating bones so probably not, not that i'm one to judge someone's bone intake 

KAVI: Joel... idk, haven't heard from him.... not that i messaged him. which is helpful 

KAVI: so. just makes me wonder, if i'm doing this shit right i guess =traces lines over his stomach=

AURYHN: Surely your brothers know how deeply you care about them... ~}==> -rubs at his shoulder- 

AURYHN: This feud is their own, and it is their responsibility to rectify whatever has driven them to such extremes... Though, I can't say I know exactly what's going on between them! ~}==> 

AURYHN: But I know plenty about sibling rivalry... Slepna and I rarely see eye-to-eye, but there is a bond much stronger between us that no disagreement can break ~}==> 

AURYHN: It's the same for them, and the same for you... I believe they'll work it out! And if they require your help in doing so, they will seek it ~}==> 

AURYHN: I do not doubt you've made yourself available to them... However, if you're worried, I don't think it would hurt to simply check in on them ~}==>

KAVI: ... i did talk to Joel, and i mean that's me reaching out i guess and it went about as i guessed it would.... 

KAVI: still that was like. a day before everything fucking happened 

KAVI: "maybe" is a shitty word but hey, maybe if i cracked less jokes and tried to get serious and talk to them 

 KAVI: if you and Slepna hypothetically had your heads up your respective asses then wouldn't, you want someone there with a crowbar to assist in dislodging?

AURYHN: Ah... Well... Perhaps not ~}==> -chuckles- 

AURYHN: We are both very stubborn and prideful, as you know! This does seem to be the case with Colt and Joel as well ~}==> 

AURYHN: Still, approaching it more seriously might help! If they see how it effects more than just themselves... It could give them some perspective ~}==>

KAVI: =snorts softly= yeah i'm pretty aware :P 

KAVI: ...guess that means i shouldn't give 'em the other end of the crowbar then..... they've probably been through enough... maybe let it. calm down 

KAVI: =And not do anything haha..=

AURYHN: At the very least, allow yourself to calm down... I hate to see you out of sorts because of it ~}==> 

AURYHN: You're a good brother, Kavi... There's no need to feel so responsible for them ~}==> -presses a kiss to his head-

KAVI: =Exhales softly and nuzzles into him. He felt a bit like less than a good brother what with all the secrets, how long it took and had taken him to be bit more open around his siblings about actual things.= 

KAVI: thanks, i'll try... =sighs...... inahles and sighs harder.... sits up on the sofa to gently headlock Auryhn and flops over his lap to drag him down to cuddle. SIGHS LOUDLY AND DRAMATICALLY.= alright that's more than enough about me, tell me how my Champion's doing. also you too,how are both my babies?

AURYHN: -OOF, he chuckles, reclining further and wrestling him into snuggles.- We're in tip top health, as usual! ~}==> 

AURYHN: There's been an awful lot of funny business happening around Avalon... Not that this is terribly unusual, but there have been some disappearances... ~}==> -frowns- 

AURYHN: We're doing what we can, but it's been a challenge to find any leads regarding their whereabouts ~}==>

KAVI: =Good. This is his now, has a loose hold on him and plays with the ponytail. Pulls a face= 

KAVI: that's super not great... yikes 

KAVI: is it town disappearances or is this diving into the unknown junglescape where nothing makes sense and is super, incredibly not fantastic at all?

AURYHN: Well... It is likely they are connected to the paranormal phenomenon of the forest ~}==> 

AURYHN: In fact, it seems very likely they were just spirited away! But I'm certain there is still a way we can rescue them ~}==>

KAVI: yeah it's definitely not great. just careful while you're out there, kay? =He loves the heroic aspect of Auryhn's personality but it could also get him into some dangerous fuckin happenings. Avalon isn't the most dangerous place sans for the forest.... and since this probably involved that he's worried= 

KAVI: don't go around sayin shit like "wow, can't believe my retirement is today" or "man this has been such a good day, what could possibly go wrong?" 

 KAVI: also "i love living and being alive" =puts hand over his mouth briefly= also "oh HUN i'll never disappear" then you do your signature brawny laugh and give me a dorky grin and i look into the camera and scream on the inside

AURYHN: BUT I DO LOVE LIVING AND BEING ALIVE! I HAVE TO SAY IT LOUD AND PROUD! ~}==> -GUFFAW- 

AURYHN: I understand your concerns... And believe me, the last thing I want to do is endanger myself! I'm no help to anyone dead ~}==> -says reassuringly-

KAVI: =Babe please, he snickers and rubs Auryhn's face= 

KAVI: truuueeeee =Smooches that face= 

KAVI: who else am i going to imagine when i'm feeling my inner Bonnie and start holding out for a hero?

AURYHN: I can hardly imagine anyone else who quite fits the bill! ~}==> -FLEXES and also returns the smooch.-

KAVI: =:eyes: flex and touches. Yessssss. Still Kavi puts on a coy smile, casually pawing Auryhn's muscles= i can think of a guy KAVI: he's the strong, strapping type

AURYHN: -gasps- Oh really? Who? ~}==> -WHO IS THE OTHER DOG. he will fight him.-

KAVI: yeah man, maybe you've seen him =gently undoes that ponytail and combs his fingers through Auryhn's hair= he's enthusastic, a good dude 

KAVI: great ass which is essential to heroism 

KAVI: goes by the moniker A-a-ron 

KAVI: there's been a distinctive lack of spandex but an influx of deep-vs which i appreciate greatly