#marty said 'hey what if' and i did it it was that simple

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride. 

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me. 

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?! 

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me? 

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

[thespiritssaidso]

Movie Night

Summary: Shawn loves watching movies at Lassiter’s house, always at night. Usually, Shawn leaves once it’s over to go back to his apartment. This night is different, however. 

Notes: Had this idea for a while, lol. Enjoy!

Also, I’ve been falling behind and I think I might be getting slightly overwhelmed. I think I’ll just go ahead an finish up to day 19 and call it quits. Sorry guys

Flufftober day 17: Only One Bed

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Lassiter sat on his couch facing the tv, one arm slung comfortably over Shawn’s shoulders. A bowl of popcorn settled in his lap, considerably less full than it had been at least an hour ago. No thanks to the detective. He took a few nibbles of it here and there, but didn’t risk any more. Too much salt would’ve been bad for his already questionable blood pressure (being a cop had its cons, not so surprisingly. 

Shawn was nestled cozily next to Lassiter, all of his weight practically boring into his boyfriend’s side – not that Lassiter was complaining, he liked the pressure. He had been taking huge handfuls of popcorn and shoving them in his mouth every five minutes. 

Currently, the movie playing was Back To the Future, at Shawn’s insistence. They had just gotten to the scene where Marty had to play the guitar part for the song ‘Earth Angel’ so his parents would get together. At first Lassiter had objected to the movie. But after a good fifteen minutes of disagreement, he caved to Shawn’s request. 

Lassiter stealthily checked his watch to see what time it was. 12:52 a.m. It was getting pretty late. Normally they’d be done by now, but Shawn had come in later than normal — something about Gus, Lassiter couldn’t remember — and had taken forever to pick the movie that they had bickered over. 

He wasn’t sure why, but Lassiter didn’t feel like it was right to just send Shawn off so late in the night. Which was weird, considering they were both grown-ass men. But he couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe he just wanted him to stay the night. 

But that would be a big step in their relationship. A step that Lassiter was most certainly ready for, but he didn’t know if Shawn was as well. The psychic was unpredictable, jumping headfirst into some situations while hesitant about others. 

It was something Lassiter noticed about Shawn. He could be so impulsive, throwing caution to the wind. And yet… so tentative when it came to something big or important. 

So he did his best to be patient, keeping himself from trying to rush his boyfriend. It was difficult, but Lassiter was managing. 

He was startled out of his thoughts when Shawn, without looking away from the screen, said “Hey, Carly.” 

Lassiter hummed in response. 

“What’s for breakfast tomorrow?” 

Such a simple question. A simple question with so much meaning behind it. Breakfast meant waking up here, at his house. And that meant he would have to spend the night, at his house.

Lassiter could practically feel his heart beat faster. He wanted to stay. Stay here and sleep here and wake up here and eat breakfast here. 

He blinked, and answered, “Uhm… eggs. And toast.” 

“And coffee?” 

“…Yeah, I’ll brew a pot.” 

“Cool.” Shawn snuggled deeper into Lassiter’s side, if that was possible. 

Silence, save for the sound of squealing tires and a roaring engine coming from the TV as Marty gunned it down the road. Then- 

“I don’t have a guest bed.” 

A big grin on Shawn’s face grew instantly. “Ooo, so there’s only one bed.”  

Lassiter rolled his eyes, even though he knew Shawn would see it. “Well I might just make you sleep on the couch-”

“You wouldn’t!” 

“Do you want to find out?” 

Shawn mock-grumbled. “Noooo.” 

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It was definitely well past midnight now, and Shawn and Lassiter were both cuddled up under the sheets of the king-sized bed. The detective had offered a pair of his pajamas to his boyfriend and was immediately taken up on it. 

Shawn himself was out cold, passing out almost the second his head hit the pillow. 

Lassiter was still awake. It took a lot longer for him to actually fall asleep. He had no idea how Shawn had done it. If he was in a different bed than he was used to, it would’ve taken him at least an hour to simply familiarize himself with the new setup. 

Looking over at the fast asleep Shawn, Lassiter took in the vision of him wearing plaid flannel pajamas. His pajamas. And he didn’t mind. In fact, he loved how Shawn looked wearing them, all cozy and the like. 

Quietly, Lassiter turned over, allowing himself to be the little spoon, and fell asleep, the feeling of Shawn’s arms wrapped around him comforting him.

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Notes: suuuuper duper short this time, but it’s whatever. Next one shall be longer, I promise <3

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[weisserose-comic]

✨Meet The Characters - Weisse Rose✨

Martin Hagen

Oh, it all started with him, Marty my beloved 🖤 so a few of his ~important~ character sheet things below, and later I'll list some personality traits/characteristics!

This is the first study I did of him in full color, with decent linework and a ~final~ design!

Age: around late 28

Height: 1.75 (5'7)

Astrological Sign: Chaotic Sagittarius

Languages: Russian, German, English

Heavenly Virtue: Undeniably loyal, wants to see the people he loves happy

Hellish sin: People pleaser, has a hard time saying no and establishing boundaries - is made a mop by most people because of this

Current Occupation: Pâtissier Assistant and sometimes a Chef Assistant at the same high-end Hotel his friend Diana works at

Now, a little list of things I wrote down when first thinking about his character that have remained to this very day which is quite a rare thing tbh

Looks like Diana out of coincidence, but his hair is more pale blond and has tanner skin (compared to hers)

That Billy Idol hairstyle

A good hearted punk :)

There you go, now I'm picturing him as Nero (Devil May Cry)

STING STYLE

Has strong opinions but avoids conflicts

You know, "a gentleman will walk but never run" - will walk away from fights but if the situation calls for it, will fistfight with grace and burning anger (I can't run away from Sting)

Very chill and friendly vibe

But also "don't mess with said vibe or I'll fucking kill you :)"

Noisy. Gets easily evicted - that's how the story begins

Super skilled guitarist but enjoys a more practical, grounded and simple approach

What works, works. He won't argue and he doesn't want to make his life difficult

Just wants to vibe with his music

Connects easily with people

Very friendly and chatty - can and will talk with the first animated object in his line of sight

Heart of gold, must be protected at all costs

Has neglectful parents who never really cared about him

He tried his utmost best to impress them, but it never worked

Hence why he became such a huge people pleaser

And that's it for Marty... For now. We'll get to know him better in the comic ;)

He ended up being that precious little character I got super attached to and didn't even see it coming. These little illustrations were my first try at presenting a character, exploring different angles, poses and how to show personality through simple and subtle things - I still have to get better at drawing the same face in multiple angles, but the best way to learn is by doing it!

Face consistency/likeness is a bitch to be honest, but hey, at least you know all the art here is human made then, not AI hahahahaha

[stormlit]

every time marty posts about something that happens during inq i’m like oh yeah that happened i vaguely remember and anyway it’s good that my only da character was less than 6 during that time bc she wouldn’t remember much either

[mediocre-writerr]

lost boy [toni shalifoe]

toni shalifoe x fem reader

requested: Could I request a the wilds Toni x reader they knew each other before the island cause reader was the first girl wrestler at the school. When Toni was reading down the fort she ends up throwning the axe down and it hits the reader, who turns out to have a prosthetic leg

*not my gif*

You knew Toni had anger issues. But you didn’t know how bad.

When you first heard of Toni she was all over the morning announcements and the school newspaper. 

Toni Shalifoe: Starting Point Guard Brings Home First Ever State Championship Win!

She was hotshot all over school after that. Posters were brought to every game just to support her.

No one really knew what happened for her anger to reach a peak. Everyone knew about her home life: she couldn’t go on field trips and she was living with Martha. No one actually knew the story, but they knew it wasn’t good.

Yet, even then her anger wasn’t terrible. Just one day she threw piss at a girl during one of the games. And when she got cut she was no longer hotshot. But rather damaged goods with anger issues. 

You see there were similarities and differences between you and Toni from back home. 

Similarity: you were also in the school newspaper and morning announcements. 

Y/N Y/L/N: First Ever Girl Wrestler

Difference: No one cared or rather everyone cared and made fun of you for it. 

No matter how many matches you won, everyone thought it was weird. You let the team grow and become better. Their record got better, but still everyone made fun of you.

Calling you gay slurs and just a bunch of toxic masculinity.

Boys threatened because a girl was better than them. 

And when you got into your car accident, you quit the team and became homeschooled. If everyone bullied you for something as simple as a joining the boy’s wrestling team, you knew this would cause some more. 

But back to Toni, you were experiencing her anger first hand. And just how bad it could get.

“Nora I got it!” Toni yells, trying to pull the wood away from her.

Martha and Shelby both stood up at the girl’s yelling, “I’m just trying to help.” Nora says meekly.

“I don’t need your fucking help!” Toni pulls on the wood hard, causing the wood to fall. 

“Hey you need to calm down. She’s just trying to help.” you speak up from where you’re sitting, trying to protect your new friend.

Toni scoffs, “I don’t need help! Don’t you guys see that?! I’ve been on my own for so fucking long. I don’t need help now!” 

“I think you do.” Shelby whispers and it was not a good time for her Texas accent to come in.

And it was as if something flipped in Toni’s mind. Her humanity turned off or something because she went haywire. Taking the axe from off the ground and breaking the fort we worked so hard to build. 

She screamed out as if she was in pain. Constantly hitting the structure we built with all of her might. All of the wood falling onto the ground like a domino effect.

Finally with one last grunt, Toni threw the axe down. Her eyes were clenched shut, not looking at where she was throwing it. 

Gasps ring from the other three girls. Toni opened her eyes to see what all of the gasps were about.

“Y/N!” Dot yells from their fort not too far away.

Her, Fatin, Leah, and Rachel came running towards all of you. Leah holding the medicine bag in her hand. 

“Oh shit Y/N! I’m so sorry!” Toni says, beginning to pace back and forth. 

You look down to see what they’re looking at. The axe was sticking out of your dirt covered jeans. The rest of the girls were freaking out at the sight of the axe in your jeans. 

But you weren’t phased. How could you be? 

“Stand back!” you say to the girls who hover around you.

“We need to help you!” Fatin argue, both her and Dot trying to get a closer look.

You yell at them yet again, “Stand back! I can do this myself!” 

The eight other girls took a step back. Concern sweeping all over their faces. None of them knew what to do. 

You reach for the handle of the axe pulling it out of your jeans with a bit of force. All of their mouths open agape shocked at how you weren’t screaming out in pain. 

“How is she not in pain?” Rachel asks.

Nora shrugs softly, “Maybe she’s just in really deep shock.” 

But Toni gains composure rushing to your side immediately. Guilt settling in the pit of her stomach. All of them were preparing for the nastiest wound ever.

“Take off your pants.” Toni says sternly.

“Kinky.” Fatin whispers under her breath, earning a glare from Toni, “Not the time? Got it.” 

“I don’t understand the-” you started to say before she cut you off.

“I need to tend to your wound. Take off your pants.” she practically begs, trying to rush to help your wound.

You unbutton your jeans pulling them down slowly. Feeling a little embarrassed at what everyone is about to see. You thought you could hide it from everyone while on this trip, but everything that was going to happen, didn’t. 

When your pants are fully down it revealed your prosthetic leg, “You had a prosthetic leg this whole time?!” Dot yells.

“You could’ve just fucking said that instead of giving me a heart attack!” Toni adds on. 

The rest of the girls let out a sigh of relief, but Fatin just starts laughing. 

“Why are you laughing?” Shelby asks, looking at her with furrow brows. 

“She just played the best prank ever!” Fatin high fives you as the two of you start laughing at the girls.

Most of the girls join in on the laughter. Finally happy that after many days of restlessness and stress they could finally laugh with one another. 

“Yeah, real fucking funny.” Toni mumbles angrily, storming off onto the small cliff that overlooks the water. 

Everyone’s laughter dies down and Toni’s small outburst. All of you looking between each other to see who will go check up on her. Or if we should check up on her at all. 

“I got it.” you say standing up, throwing on a pair of Fatin’s shorts from her suitcase.

You carefully walk up the hill until you finally take a spot next to Toni. The two of you sitting in tense silence as you watch the waves crash upon one another. 

“You know when I got into my car accident, it shredded my leg. Literally a million pieces. My car was so beat up that it caved in causing my leg to get stuck. They needed to cut it out while I was still in the car to get me out.” you say, breaking the silence. 

Toni just hums in response, not really wanting to talk herself. But she wanted to let you know that she was still listening to whatever point you were trying to make.

“Ruined my future wrestling scholarships. I knew people at school were gonna make fun of me for it. I mean just being on the team was a living hell. Having a prosthetic leg...wouldn’t have been fun.” you whisper, “That’s why I play it off as a big joke because if I make fun of myself for it, no one else will. I was hoping no one would find out, but it’s plan B.” 

“I think it’s cool. You’re part robot.” Toni says and the two of you share a small chuckle, “I wouldn’t have made fun of you for it.” 

“I know, but we barely talked then. I just knew you as the starting point guard.” you add.

“True.” 

“Why did you get so mad that we were laughing about it?” you ask.

She laughs, but it’s filled with emptiness, “I was worried. I thought I hurt you and I don’t want to hurt you. You’re one of the only people I actually stand besides Marty.” 

it seemed liked there was something more to her answer though. Something that she was holding back.

“There’s more to it,” you reply and it comes more out of a statement, rather than a question.

Toni sighs softly, “Because I like you. I thought my anger got the best of me and again. And I hurt someone I like again.”

You smile to yourself softly and her soft answer. No matter how tough of a demeanor she shows, she’s a real softie on the inside. 

“I like you too.” you say, nudging her shoulder.

She shakes her head, but a small smile appears on her face, “I’m scared I’m gonna hurt you.” 

Toni finally looks at you. You take her face in your hands softly. Slowly guiding yourself closer to her. Her eyes flick to your lips and back up to yours. Both of you shut your eyes as you close the distance. A soft sweet kiss resulting in it.

“As long as you don’t throw piss at my face. I think we’ll be okay.” you whisper as the two of you pull apart.

[randomfandomimagine]

Struck By Lightning (Marty McFly x Reader)

Characters: Marty McFly, Doc Brown

Fandom: Back to the Future

Tags: Time travel, friends to lovers

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies!

Word Count: 4k words

Requested by @kikikittykis: Hi I want to request a Marty Mcfly x Female reader ficlet where the reader is from Marty’s time and she can Time Travel because she has powers or something maybe she could be related to Doc. But they both get stuck in 1955 but she stays in the shadows to let Marty fix the timeline since he’s the one that got them stuck there. Maybe she has to use the DeLorean with Marty on the way back because her powers are malfunctioning. Thank you if you have the time to complete this request

A/N: I made up some new stuff for time travel, so for the sake of enjoying reading this just ignore how absolutely crazy and not scientifically accurate it is 😂 This is my first Marty and BTTF ficlet and it might have been a bit complicated, so I’m a little insecure about it. I hope you all still like it! 😙

Marty McFly x Female Reader

_

You paced up and down, nails drumming against the little box that you held in your hands. The town square was lonely at that late hour, and only the lights of the posts kept you company in your anguish.

Trying to distract yourself while you waited, you stared at the box in your hands. It was somewhat small, as it only occupied a little more than both of your hands put together as you cradled it in them. It was made of small metal planks reinforced with oak wood, hiding a complex unit of wires connected to the core of electricity. On one side there was a small screen with a keypad filled with numbers. At the top of it was a round red button, shining and enticing. The outside of the box was covered by a thin layer of black rubber.

Knowing every centimeter of the box by heart, you impatiently clicked your tongue. Where was he? He was always late. For someone that had time traveled several times, Marty had no actual sense of time. You were pretty sure that his watches always broke too.

When you heard the sound of skateboard wheels gracing the pavement, you turned around and sighed in relief. It was hard to contain the nerves that upset your stomach, but they subsided slightly at the sight of your best friend.

“Y/N” Marty said, kicking down on his skateboard to stop it and throw it up in the air, where he easily caught it with one hand. You rolled your eyes with a smile at the cool movement.

“I bought you a new watch, McFly” You only replied, to which he grinned in response.

“What’s going on?” He asked you, walking closer. “You sure have your uncle’s sense of mystery”

The nerves stirred in your stomach again when you remembered that time your uncle Emmett gathered you and Marty for the great reveal of his time machine. The DeLorean was the most incredible thing you had ever seen, and it only became greater during your time travels. The thought of it made you jittery again.  

“Um…” You shook your head, trying to focus on the reason why you called him. “See this little box?”

Marty nodded, holding his hand out to take it, but you protectively moved it away from him. He frowned at the gesture, but you explained before he could complain.

“You need to be careful!” You warned him. “This right here is my first invention: a time machine”

You proudly grinned at him, but he only squinted in confusion. It took Marty several seconds to say anything else as you stood there before him, beaming at your reveal.

“Wait a minute… wait a minute, Y/N” He fidgeted, wildly gesticulating with his hands. “Are you telling me you build a time machine from that tiny box?”

“Yes! You see…” You started pointing to the different parts that made the box. “It carries a circuit of electricity in it that shocks the mechanism, giving it enough force to make time travel possible”

“Is that like Doc’s flux capacitor?”

“In a way”

“That’s heavy…” Marty uttered, fixing his blue eyes on the box that you so gingerly held in your hands. “Does Doc know?”

“No, I haven’t told him yet”

“Why didn’t ask him to help you?”

“Because he would!” You exclaimed anxiously. “I wanted to do this myself”

Marty fondly smiled at you, nodding his head in understanding.

Much like your uncle Emmett, you had grown fascinated by science. You studied and learned to idolize great people like Albert Einstein, Marie Curie, Isaac Newton and Thomas Edison. It had always been something you shared with your uncle, which reinforced your bond as he was the only family you had left. This connection only grew after he introduced you to the DeLorean and you joined him and Marty on their time travel shenanigans. Even now that he had a family of his own, him and Clara as well as your cousins Jules and Verne welcomed you and often invited you for dinner.

“Well, let’s go back” Marty said after a moment of silence, taking your wrist. “Let’s show Doc what you invented, he’ll be so happy!”

“Not yet, that’s why I called you” You bashfully averted your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I wanted to try it first… and I didn’t want to do it alone”

He paused, and his fingers loosened their grip around your wrist. Returning to that fond smile, Marty nodded again, this time in determination.

“Great, let’s do it!” He clapped in anticipation. “How does it work?”

Your face lit up in excitement as you held the box up to demonstrate.

“You see this big red button at the top?” He hummed in affirmation, and so you continued. “You press this to activate the circuits and introduce the digits on the counter”

“Is that it?” Marty gawked at you in astonishment.

“Yup! Then you only point it at whoever is going to travel and voila!”  

“Wow… that’s really heavy, Y/N” You recognized the pride in his eyes as he looked at you, impressed that you had done it on your own. “It’s so simple too!”

“Thanks” You nudged him with a smile, which he gladly reciprocated.

“So where are we…?” He interrupted himself, grinning. “When are we going?”

“I think we should go one minute back in time…” Trying to get over the nerves in your stomach, you took a deep breath. “Do we concur?”

“Right on” Marty leaned a hand over the big red button and stared at you.

Before doing anything else, you inserted the digits that should allow you to travel one back in time. Then, you proceeded. Shaking from head to toe, you hesitantly lay your hand over Marty’s. Between the two, you pressed down and pushed the button. With the device pointed at both of you, it was only a matter of time until you confirmed if it worked or not. As you waited, you shut your eyes tight in nervous anticipation.

A strange magical force seemed to surround you, but you didn’t dare to open your eyes yet. Marty’s arm wrapped around you, protectively and uneasy. Only when you heard him gasp, did you dare to open your eyes.

At first glance, you didn’t notice any changes. You were still at the Hill Valley square, and it was night still. Before you celebrated your success, however, you needed to confirm it. A quick glance at your wrist watch told you that the hour hadn’t changed.

“There’s something different…” Marty whispered, letting go of you.

Internally agreeing with him, you took a quick look around you. The streets seemed different. There was something strange about Hill Valley all of a sudden.

Just as your friend was about to take a step, you held on to him in realization.

“Marty!” You tugged at his jean jacket. “Is this…?”

“1955…” He completed, looking around him. After all, he had spent enough time on that year to realize it was so.

The untouched ledge of the clock tower was clue enough, but so were the closed shops that surrounded you and even the old-fashioned cars parked in the streets.

Disappointed, you peered down to the device in your hands. You had miscalculated. There was a big mistake somewhere in your invention, a great margin of error. How could you have traveled so far back in time when you had only set it for one minute?

“Well…” Marty piped up, noticing your mood. “It worked!”

“No, it didn’t…” You sighed, repressing the urge to hurl the device at the floor. “We’re in 1955, not one minute back in 1985”

“Don’t you see, Y/N?” Marty gently took you by the shoulders. “You still invented a time machine, Doc would be proud!”

You showed a sad smile, partly agreeing with him. Your uncle Emmett would be proud, and he would offer to help you fix the problems. If only you could show him a perfect time machine that didn’t have such a big margin of error.

“Now, let’s go back” Your friend patted your shoulder before letting go of you.

Once again, his hand leaned against the button. Yours hovered above it as a terrible hunch reached your gut. If it had thrown you so far back in time, who was to say that you would be returned to 1985 safe and sound? Nonetheless, you pressed your hand over Marty’s and pushed the button together again.

“Uh… Y/N?” He uttered, looking into your eyes. “Nothing happened”

He was right. As you feared, that magical force didn’t surround you this time. You felt absolutely nothing, and so you urgently pressed the button again. It was for naught.

“Marty…” You stared at him with pleading eyes, feeling utterly helpless and miserable. “I’m sorry”

“No… no way…” He nervously passed his hands through his hair. “Not again, Y/N…”

Why was Marty McFly cursed to get stuck in a time away from his own? Was it his friendship with the Brown family that condemned him to such a fate? Just when his adventures with your uncle seemed over, you walked in. Y/N Brown, failed scientist and crappy time traveler.

“I’m a failure…” You hung your head low as tears arrived to your eyes.

“Hey, no” Marty tenderly took your hands in his. “It’s okay, Y/N, we can fix it”

“How?” You exclaimed, quivering with sobs as you forced yourself to look up into his kind blue eyes. “We have no resources here, and even if we did there are no guarantees that I would be able to fix this stupid device!”

Marty frowned. His eyes grew sad as he saw you start crying. Not knowing what to do to comfort you, since he was feeling just as lost, he only rubbed his thumbs against the back of your hands and squeezed your palms.

“There’s gotta be a way” He tried, shrugging to lessen the tension. “We got stuck here once, maybe we can…”

You sniffed through your nose, attentive to his words. However, when he stopped talking, you watched him in alarm. Marty had grown distant, absently letting go of you and taking a few hesitant steps back.

“Marty?” You muttered, not losing sight of him. “Where are you going?”

“There’s a DeLorean here” Marty was about to start walking, but you pulled at his jacket again.

“You’re right!” A spark of hope ignited in your chest, although it vanished soon. “But need I remind you our other selves are here too?”

“Alright, but…” He licked his lips, and you could almost see the wheels in his head turning. “What if we take the DeLorean when we… they… are not looking?”

“They won’t leave the car…” You objected, biting your lip. “Besides, if we took it from our other selves it would cause an abysmal paradox!”

“There must be something we can do!” Marty threw his arms into the air.

“Yes, let’s think for a moment…” You paced up and down, going over all your scientific knowledge. Your time traveling device worked in a similar way to your uncle’s DeLorean. There had to be a way.

You mentally sought inspiration, going over what you did with Marty in 1955. It took your uncle Emmett some time to figure out how to send you back to the future without plutonium, but…

“Eureka!” You exclaimed, startling Marty a little. “The thunderstorm!”

His eyes went from the night sky to the little box you clung on to. When they returned to yours, his expression lightened up at the sight of your recovered excitement. On the 12th November you could harness the storm’s electricity to power your time traveling device.

“That isn’t until…” Given that his watch still didn’t work, he took your wrist to look at yours and see the date. “Next Saturday”

“Well, we can hang out for a bit, it’ll be fine…” You sighed in exhaustion, already knowing you had to go through that all over again. “I’ll be easy, we just need to be careful not to…”

“Not to run into our other selves and disrupt the space time-continuum?” Marty completed for you.

His sarcasm suddenly made you feel even more tired. Of course you wouldn’t be that easy. Not only did you had to avoid running into the other Y/N and Marty, you also had to make sure not to get in the way of Marty’s parents falling in love as well as Marty’s successful travel back to 1985 the other time.

Exhausted, you hid your face in his shoulder. When he kindly wrapped his arms around you, at least you were glad you hadn’t done it alone.

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You had discussed your plan many times. Unfortunately, you couldn’t talk to your uncle as he was already dealing with the other Marty and Y/N from the other timeline. Likewise, you couldn’t let any of them see you or disrupt their endeavor if you wanted to guarantee your own wellbeing.

Given that thunderstorms were unpredictable and the only spot where you knew a lightning would certainly strike was occupied, it was hard to tell what to do. Although reluctantly, you had admitted that your best chance was catching a lightning that would power your device and send you back to your time. Chances were slim, and you felt at the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Even as you walked, your eyes were glued to the clock tower, minutes away from being destroyed. Hill Valley citizens were completely oblivious to the thunderstorm, as well as they were oblivious to the activities that were taking place. There were two time travels to happen that night: one had already been successful, the other… well, it was yet to see.

“Y/N” Marty stopped walking to put your hands on your upper arms. “Don’t worry, it will be alright”

“But what if I’m wrong?” You averted your gaze, fiddling with your thumbs. “What if it doesn’t work and we’re stuck here forever? Or… or…”

“You’re just as smart as Doc is” He reassured you, showcasing absolute determination in his expression. “I believe in you, you’ll get us back”

“I just…” Instead of looking at him, you glanced at the other Marty in the distance. “I’m scared”

“I’m a bit scared too…” Marty pushed you against him in a much needed hug. “But I know you’re right, this will work”

His warmth embrace comforted you in the chilly night, as your hair moved with the breeze just like his was. His bangs tickled your cheeks, but you didn’t move.

“Breathe” He playfully told you, making you realize your shoulders were tense and you were definitely holding your breath. “We’ve done this before, we can do it again”

You let out a shaky exhale, nuzzling his shoulder. While you still felt bad that you had gotten him into that mess, it was a relief that he was by your side. Marty made everything feel alright. Just as you started to calm down, you noticed something and grew tense once more.

“No… Marty, what are you doing?”

“What?”

“No, not you… him” You pointed at the other Marty, who was stepping away from your uncle’s younger version. “I don’t remember you doing that…”

“That’s why” Your Marty lifted his arm, pointing a finger at a figure that walked your way and that had gathered the other Marty’s attention.

Biff headed your way, no doubt enticed by your feminine figure. You rolled your eyes at him even as he approached. Marty, on the other hand, stiffened and refused to move an inch.

“I don’t think he recognized us”

“Do you think he confused me with Lorraine?”

“Maybe… although you don’t have to be my mum to have that pig’s attention” You caught a hint of jealous protectiveness in his voice, but ignored it.

Biff was walking closer, and with that so was the other Marty, alarmed by Biff’s presence. You had time traveled so many times that all those different events were overlapping.

“We have to do something before he sees us!” You urged your friend. “And before my uncle and the other you walk over here!”

“Hey!” The other Marty called, leaving the DeLorean for a moment.

“Quick, Y/N, what do we-?” You cut Marty’s words as you moved on an instinct.

There was only one way you could think of that would have everyone’s attentions off you. You took Marty by the lapels of his jean jacket and pushed him against the streetlight behind him. Immediately after, you smashed your lips against his. That way, the intimate nature of the moment would drive them away as well as hide your faces for them to recognize.

Frozen by shock, Marty held his hands up in the air. When he realized that he was supposed to sell the moment, he cautiously put them on your hips. It was surprisingly comforting and pleasant given the stressful situation.

Without breaking the kiss, you opened your eyes to glance at them. Biff had faced his back to you, waving his hand in the air in annoyance. Luckily, he didn’t bother the other Marty as he returned with your uncle and the other you.

The kissing sound seemed to echo on the streets as you and Marty separated. Your faces remained close, mere inches away from each other, so close in fact that your noses touched. For a moment, the two of you could only stare into each other’s eyes as you breathed heavily. That had been… interesting.

“That was close…” Marty gulped as he glanced from your lips to your eyes.

“Sorry…” You gasped, letting go of him and taking a step back. It took his hands a second to lift off your hips and let you move. “It’s the first thing that came to mind”

“I mean… it worked” He chuckled, which distracted you a little from the blush on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry…” You felt terrible, having embarrassed him and made him uncomfortable.

Marty was your best friend and you hoped he didn’t take this the wrong way. You had only done it to save yourselves, to… to avoid a catastrophic and earth-shattering paradox! You told yourself that, but found it hard to ignore how it had sent tingles down your spine and how you had been glad to have an excuse to do it.

“No, it’s fine…” Marty reassured you, distracting you from your thoughts. “It’s fine…”

His voice broke, and you knew that was a sign that he was nervous. You had definitely made him uncomfortable. Trying to forget about it all, you distanced yourself from him with the pretense that it was best to walk away from Biff, the other Marty and your uncle.

“Um…” You forced yourself to steer your thoughts back to the task at hand. “We need to…”

“Right” Marty nodded and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Yeah, the uh… the lightning”

Mortified by what just happened, you continued walking as you were before it. You had to find a place where you wouldn’t be seen, as that Marty, Y/N and Doc were still in the town square and there was another version of them at the entrance of Lyon States before it was built.

Just when you were distancing yourself from the town and reaching a more isolated spot, the storm broke out. Your stomach churned in anticipation, knowing this was your only chance to go back to the future.

Then all of a sudden, you knew. Call it destiny, or call it a stupid and irrational hunch. Whatever the case, you could feel it in your bones as you peered up at the dark night sky: a lightning bolt was about to strike. You had to catch it, and so you ran for it.

“Y/N!” Marty shouted when he realized what you were doing, and followed after you.

You prayed to all those scientists your uncle taught you about and that you had grown to admire as much as he did, nearly as much as you admired your uncle Emmett. Shutting your eyes tight, you hoped that the lightning bolt hit exactly the box and not you, and that you could turn the gadget in time to point it at Marty.

The lightning struck, making you flinch and cringe in anticipation. Just as it touched the box and the powerful electric force vibrated against your hands, you felt Marty hold on to it and tilt it up. Then everything happened very fast, as the familiar sound of your device surrounded you.

The force of Marty’s movement, however, had thrown you back. You felt yourself falling backwards albeit with one of his arms wrapped around you. There was a commotion of yelps and groans between the two of you as you landed on your backs, holding on to each other.

As the magical force that surrounded you faded away, reality settled back in. The night was cold and the air was humid. You didn’t know if it was the cold or the wet pavement underneath you, but you felt yourself shaking.

The box buzzed in your hands before dying down. When it did, you weakly glanced around you. Everything seemed in order, just like you remembered it. It seemed like you were at home in 1985.

“Y/N!” Marty, who had landed next to you, rushed to kneel by your side. “You okay?”

Out of breath, you found it impossible to respond. You only looked at him, struggling to breathe. Everything hurt, and it was hard to talk and even moved. For the time being, you focused on calming your accelerated breath and racing heart.

“Hey, talk to me” Carelessly throwing the time traveling device away to keep your hands free, he held them in concern. “How are you feeling?”

“Like…” You gulped, slowly recovering the ability to speak. “Like I was just struck by lightning”

Marty laughed, dropping his head forward in relief. Without dropping your hands, he tugged at them to pull you to your feet. Your brain felt slow and foggy, and you swayed as soon as you had to hold your own weight. Luckily, Marty realized your weakness and tightly held on to you, letting you lean against him.

You took a deep breath, trying to settle your dizziness. Honestly, you just were glad you had been cautious enough to cover the outsides of the box with rubber… it might have saved your life.

“Hey” Marty gently folded a finger under your chin, slowly lifting it up so you looked at him. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah…” You smiled, although you clung on to his shoulders for support. “Now I know why Uncle Emmett always says time travel is dangerous”

You expected Marty to laugh again, but he didn’t. Trying to focus your eyes, you peered up at him. He was staring at you. As you stared back at him, you knew. Somehow, even though neither of you said a word, you knew. You knew that something had struck you along with that lightning: a realization. You were struck with the realization that the kiss had been more than just pretend. So much more than that.

Finally, Marty laughed. You did too, letting out a chuckle of happiness and relief. At least your little adventure wasn’t in vain.. it made you realize Marty was much more than just your best friend.

“Uh… we better get back” He said, lovingly rubbing your arm. “Before anything else happens”

“Yeah, we’ve got plenty of time” You grinned at him. “Now, in the present”

Marty smiled and slowly separated from you, as though he was as willing as leaving that endearing closeness as you were. Sneaking playful yet timid glances at each other, the two of you started walking.

Your hands brushed together with how close you were again as you headed back home. A smile had taken over your features, and it only grew when Marty’s fingers gently tugged at yours. Without losing another precious second, you took his hand too.

“We have one hell of a story to tell Doc” Marty muttered, smiling as much as you were.

“Yeah, I don’t know what will surprise him more” You held your intertwined hands up, making Marty laugh.

Not only had you invented a working time machine that, while flawed, had successfully sent you back in time. You had also returned safely to your year without your uncle’s intervention and while avoiding several of your other selves without getting in their way. As well as that, you had realized you had fallen in love with your best friend, and it had been shocking an unexpected. Just like being struck by lightning.

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Drunk Tank

Mood: (Harley x Ledger!Joker) Harley sees the Joker drunk for the first time. A little window into their relationship after the initial high of getting together has passed, and they’re still settling into living together. This period of time is probably the sweet spot for prompts, btw. 

Rating: Domestic 💯

Prompt: From Anon, Harley & J get drunk together or one of them reacts to the other getting drunk.

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It was mid-October, just a week after Harley and the Joker’s tussle with the Odessa gang, which of course, ended with Harley murdering their leader Boris Kosov via a brick to the skull. What was she supposed to do, let him live?

Black Canary arrived shortly thereafter, and now Harley was sporting three broken fingers on her right hand as a result of the fight that followed. They were taped up and splinted, rendering her remarkably useless. You couldn’t shoot with broken fingers, let alone be effective with a knife or any other kind of weapon. It was a frustrating injury, and made her feel like a liability, her hand tucked in her coat as she stood to the side while the Joker did the busy work.

Being useless was not something Harley Quinn was well-equipped to deal with, making her feel sulky and even a little depressed.

She and the Joker were almost two months into their experiment in togetherness, and Harley was still riding the wave of certainty and freedom that came with giving in to whatever this thing was between them. She couldn’t define it; she just knew it was there, vibrating at some higher frequency, and making her feel invincible.

Invincible until her own physicality got in the way, it seemed.

They were hardly a ‘talking about their feelings’ couple, but Harley sensed he was annoyed with her moodiness over being injured. He didn’t taunt her about it, which Harley interpreted as a choice to not make her feel worse, a genuinely surprising development. Obviously, there was no sympathy, and no attempt to cheer her up. He just wasn’t making it worse.

Over the last few days, she’d taken to hibernating, and he’d been out with increasing frequency. Maybe avoiding her. Maybe he just wanted to be out. Harley wasn’t sure what to make of it.

She knew the Joker better than anyone, and for the most part she could read him like an open book. Especially when things were good — the giddiness of companionship, the thrill of something new and head-spinningly good elevating everything. But they were only human, and things couldn’t always be good. They definitely couldn’t always be new.

That night J was out with Marty, leaving Harley at the safe house to sulk over her broken fingers and indulge in moody thoughts about the Joker losing interest in her. She didn’t really believe it would be that simple, but she was depressed, and it was morbidly satisfying to go to the darker corners of her mind.

It was edging up to 3 AM, and she was in bed watching reruns of Made in the Diamond District on an old laptop missing most of its keys. Ivania Dumas had just thrown a shoe at Bobby Kennedy’s head when Harley heard the loud creak of the window in the living room opening. Her head snapped up at the CRASH that followed, prompting her to jump out of bed and grab the handgun tucked in a holster slung over the headboard.

Harley sidled up to the bedroom door, flicking the safety off her piece and pressing her back against the wall.

Then there was a gruff sing-songy grumbling out in the living room, making her eyes widen as she realized this was no unlucky burglar.

She stepped out of the bedroom and slapped the light on at the wall, a pair of sconces blinking on, dimly illuminating the cramped kitchen and living room area.

The Joker was sitting on the floor beneath the narrow, horizontal window, having apparently rolled through it and fallen to the floor.  His legs were splayed out in front of him, his green-stained hair flopping over his forehead, his warpaint mostly wiped away apart from some black clinging to his eyelashes and red staining his lips.

He blinked rapidly under the lights, squinting up at Harley as she drew closer, her brow furrowed, confused.

“Wait-wait,” he slurred, smirking as he stretched both arms up toward her, swaying. “Don’t shoot, officer. I’m uh… I’m innocent.”

He giggled shrilly and Harley’s eyes widened even further as she realized what she was seeing.

“Are you… drunk?” she demanded, incredulous.

The Joker swayed forward, squeezing his eyes shut as he giggled to himself.

Harley set the gun aside on the kitchen counter, unsure how to react. She’d never seen him drunk before, and she’d never been drunk in his presence either. There just wasn’t time for it. Sure, neither of them would turn down a drink, especially after some especially chaotic work, but it was crucial to be present when you were wanted terrorists constantly on the run from the Batman.

“So, I guess you and Marty had some fun?” she asked tentatively, undeniably curious about this development.

“Mmm,” the Joker nodded sluggishly and shrugged out of his coat, leaving it in a puddle on the floor behind him.

Harley watched him try to push himself up twice only to fall on his ass both times. On his third attempt she stepped forward and grabbed him by the elbow, hauling him to his feet.

The Joker promptly lost his balance and staggered forward into Harley. She caught him by the lapels, but he forced her backward, his hands closed around her waist, fisting into her oversized tee shirt. Harley’s back hit the counter separating the tiny kitchen from the living room, her spine striking the edge, sending a fissure of irritation rolling through her.

“Hey!” she yelped, punching him on the arm with her good hand.

But the Joker just chuckled slyly and proceeded to tug her tee shirt up to reveal the black bikini-briefs she wore beneath. Then he swayed backwards, squinting down at them.

“Dawwwwww,” he cooed, sounding disappointed. “You’re wearing… panties.”

Before Harley could respond, his attention had already shifted. He dropped her shirt in favour of sliding both gloved hands into her hair, which was already greasy and wavy. He rocked back on his heels unsteadily as he flexed his fingers against her scalp, zhuzing her hair to make it big and fluffy before he released her to get a look at his work.

“Mmm,” he blinked at her sleepily, and tucked one messy lock of hair behind her ear.

“Wow,” Harley laughed, not knowing how else to respond to this bizarre behaviour.

“Ya know, there was a girl tonight,” the Joker smoothed her hair back from her face, his gloves snagging a few honey blonde strands, as ungentle as ever.

“A girl?” Harley’s eyebrows rose curiously.

“Mm,” he nodded and flapped one hand carelessly. “My uh… animal magnetism is impossible to ignore.”

“Did she tell you that?” Harley fought back a smile.

“Oohhhh,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “It was uh, pretty obvious when she climbed into my lap.” 

“Really?” Harley pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “Did she realize who you are?”

“Psshhht,” the Joker hissed through his teeth, which might have meant he had no idea and didn’t care. “But I said… sorry sweetheart,” he slapped a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’m taken.”

“That’s good to hear,” Harley deadpanned, smirking.

“And she said, awwww, is she gonna get jealous.” His eyes grew heavy as he dramatized the retelling. “And I said, kitty-cat my girl don’t do jealous.”

Harley snorted, amused. But he wasn’t done yet.

“And she went, I bet I can make her jealous.” He threaded his fingers into Harley’s hair again, piling it up on top of her head this time. “And I said, honey, you don’t know my girl. She...” He growled quietly, his eyes suddenly intense as they trailed over Harley’s face, making her heart leap. “She’s a real pistol…”

He tipped forward suddenly, ostensibly going in for a kiss, but his nose crashed into Harley’s cheek, his fingers in her hair pulling at her scalp.

“Alright, Casanova,” Harley pushed on his chest and he swayed backward, his hands falling out of her hair. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmmmmmm,” he seemed to confirm with one big lazy nod. Then he yanked her shirt up to get a look at her panties again.

“Hungry for food,” Harley clarified, grinning openly as she pushed him away.

He staggered back, struggling out of his blazer while Harley circled into the kitchen to dig out left-over Caribbean food from the fridge. As she threw it into the microwave, the Joker stumbled into the bedroom, making Harley laugh softly as she listened to him crash into things trying to get undressed. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, except that with his already-microscopic inhibitions lowered, some exceptionally fond feelings for her were floating to the surface of a brain usually concerned with more practical matters.

Harley examined her splinted fingers, the anxiety that she was annoying him with her ‘moodiness’ dissipating. Maybe he had been annoyed, but if this… affection for her was what was beneath that…

Harley sighed, trying not to beam stupidly as she grabbed the food out of the microwave. 

She stepped into the bedroom to find the Joker had divested himself of his clothes, and was sprawled out on the bed naked, attempting to light a poorly rolled cigarette with a disposable lighter.

“That’s dignified,” Harley drawled, handing him the box of take out, distracting him from the cigarette, which he promptly threw across the room in favour of the food.

Harley smiled and shook her head, circling to her side of the bed. She slid into the same position she’d been in before her partner staggered home drunk, demanding her attention. Feeling outrageously content, she tapped on the laptop to the episode playing, thinking that even shit-faced, the Joker was still an agent of chaos.

Just a far less threatening variety of it.

Fin

A/N: For the record, the Joker was totally out drinking with Marty to avoid Harley sulking over her broken fingers, haha. This is a perfect little look at their relationship before this weekend’s new chapter of the Pantomime. 

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Celebration

A/N: The return of our second favorite Russian criminal. For today’s prompt. This assumes that Deeks is able to attend FLETC or grandfathered into the NCIS for years of service.

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“Congratulations Mr. Deeks, or rather Agent Deeks,” Hetty said grandly. He stooped to give her a hug, squeezing her as tightly as felt safe without hurting her.

“Thanks, Hetty. You really outdid yourself with this party. This is, wow, I definitely didn’t expect any of this.”

He turned to take in the elegant tables covered with white tablecloths and fancy appetizers and black and silver balloon. Through some magic, Hetty had somehow managed to arrange a banquet in his honor and invite several dozen law enforcement officers, Julia, and his mom all without him realizing.

“You have Nell to thank for most of this. She was very eager to make sure that everything was just so. And you deserve it.”

“Well, I still appreciate it,” he insisted. “Even though you almost gave me a heart attack when I first walked in.”

“Always so dramatic, Mr. Deeks. Now, you enjoy yourself. I saw Director Vance skulking by the dessert table and I’d like to have a word with him.”

Shaking his head, Deeks glanced around the room again. His mom was in what appeared to be a very animated conversation with Sabatino, a glass of white wine in one hand. He snorted at the vague look of discomfort on Sabatino’s face and wondered if he was being treated to a retelling of Deeks’ birth.

“Having a good time?” Kensi asked, coming up behind him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around him.

“Honestly, I’m a little overwhelmed, but yes, I’m having a good time.” He craned his head to look at her. “Is it common practice to have a celebration when you become an agent?” Kensi shrugged.

“Not really. But you know people aren’t going to pass up the opportunity to have free food and drinks.”

“True.” She circled around to face him and brushed his bangs back, her smile nod.

“Plus, you’ve worked really hard to get here and deserve the recognition,” she added. “I’m so proud of you baby.”

“Oh, it is indeed a impressive accomplishment, Marty.”

“Oh my god, no,” Deeks muttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Kensi?”

“Yup, it’s him,” she confirmed. He turned around slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Kirkin.” Anatoli Kirkin smiled at him, taking a step forward with his arms extended, like he planned to embrace Deeks.”

“Marty,” he said. Deeks took a step back while Kensi’s grip on his hand tightened. Kirkin looked mildly disappointed by their reaction, but didn’t attempt further contact.

What are you doing here?” Kensi asked. And more importantly, how did you even get in? This is a closed party.” Kirkin smiled at them benignly.

“I heard about this from a friend and just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to celebrate with you.”

“That’s, uh, that’s very kind of you Kirkin. I guess,” Deeks said as diplomatically as he could.

“And Kensi, as always it is a great pleasure to see you. I’m sure you’re taking good care of our Marty,” Kirkin continued. Deeks made a face at “our Marty”, but didn’t comment. Past experience had taught him that it was easier to go with Kirkin’s delusions most of the time.

“Thanks,” Kensi said with an awkward smile.

“That dress is absolutely divine. And Maaarty, that suit fits you like a glove. That blue brings out the color in your eyes perfectly.” Kirkin continued looking Deeks up and down and gave a shuddery little sigh.

“Kirkin-“

“I see you cut your hair as well. It’s a pity to see those lovely curls, but I suppose in time it will grow again.” He suddenly moved forward again, apparently unable to help himself, and briefly made contact with Deeks’ cheek.

“Hey, no touching,” Kensi said firmly. She didn’t raise her voice, but Kirkin still blanched, obviously remembering suddenly that she could easily take him down without breaking a sweat or her platform stilettos.

“I apologize,” Kirkin murmured, looking a little embarrassed. He smoothed down his tie, drawing in a shallow breath. “It appears I’ve over stayed my welcome for today.” Deeks started to relax a little, until Kirkin added, “But I want to give you your present before you go.”

“What is it with you and presents?” Deeks asked, but Kirkin either didn’t hear him or was ignoring him. He reached into his suit jacket-Kensi tensed again-and removed a slim box from his inner pocket. As always, it was wrapped in the finest of papers and an ornate bow.

“A token of my deep and abiding affection,” Kirkin said solemnly, offering Deeks the package.

“Again, this really wasn’t necessary.” He really hoped it wasn’t another nude. It would just be like Kirkin to give him a handy wallet-sized print. With this thought in mind, he gingerly opened the box while Kensi peered over his shoulder.

Instead of something wildly inappropriate, he found a burnished platinum tie clip. It was surprisingly simple and in good taste with only the brand’s label on the front, in the far left corner.

Kensi made a slightly disappointed noise and he gave her a mildly disgusted look. Only she would be upset that Kirkin hadn’t gifted him with an imagined naked rendering of him.

“I figured it would be useful to you now that you’re an agent,” Kirkin explained hopefully. “There’s a small message on the back. I had it specially engraved.”

Deeks lifted it out, flipping it around to read the minute flowing script.

“To my dear friend Martin. Think of me when you wear this.”

“Oh, that’s actually pretty nice. Thanks, Kirkin,” Deeks said, feeling oddly touched.

“At least this way I can feel close to you even when society objects.”

“Society is the only one objecting,” Kensi said under her breath.

“As I said it was just a token of my affection. Now I really must be going. My men will be worrying about me by now,” he said. Then before either of them could react, he’d wrapped his arms around Deeks.

“Agh, ok we’re doing this. We’re really doing this,” Deeks groaned.

“Remember, I’m always a call away,” Kirkin whispered. He stepped back from Deeks, gripping his forearms firmly. “Goodbye Marty.”

As Kirkin walked away, Deeks finally let himself shudder.

“Are you ok?” Kensi asked, resting her hand on his chest.

“Yeah, I’m good. I might need to burn this suit though.”

“Let’s get you something to drink.” Kensi squeezed his arm soothingly, leading him towards a table loaded with large quantities of alcohol.

“Can you burn titanium?” he asked idly.

***

A/N: And as always, I have to throw in at least one “Maaarty” when writing Kirkin. Also, if you haven’t read my previous Kirkin stories-you should-I’ve written several where Kirkin gives Deeks a series of wildly inappropriate gifts.

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broken Tumblr asks part ??: in which I think I figured out that adding a read more into the asks are what breaks them.

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Buck was on cloud fucking nine.

For a year—an entire year—he had been stuck in the doctors office, twice a month, while they ran test after test after his… multiple accidents. Blood tests, lung tests, flexibility tests, he had been poked like a pincushion and stretched like a rubber band, he had been through physical therapy, occupational therapy, and just regular therapy (hell, he was still in regular therapy), and now finally, finally, he was finished. 

“So, you don’t show any signs of abnormal clotting and your risk for a second pulmonary embolism is low. As far as your ankle goes, but you’ve regained full mobility, and as much as I wish I could take all the credit for that, I know you’ve been working your ass off in therapy. Congratulations, Mr. Buckley.”

He was cleared. Fully out of the woods. Clean bill of health. 

Finally, finally, after a year of hell, he could put everything—his crushed leg, his bleeding lungs, his stupid lawsuit—behind him. Finally, he could breathe easy, easier than he had in a year, and the only thing he wanted to do in the entire world was share the news with his family. 

Normally, Maddie would have been first, but he always felt bad about tying up a dispatcher when he called her at work. Her shift ended in an hour or so, though—like his normally would have, if he didn’t have his schedule switched during doctor days.

Well, if he can’t tell his sister, he can still tell his family. 

“Hey, Chim!”

Buck is all smiles as locks his Jeep, his medical release in hand, jogging easily to catch up to Chim’s retreating backside. Buck grinned as Chim turned around, raising his brow. “Hey, do you and Hen have a second? I wanted to show you both my—“

“Oooh, sorry, no can do Buckeroo. Hen’s taking her MCAT’s in two days, I have every second of her free time booked solid with studying.”

Buck faltered a little bit as they walked, raising his brow. While he really was proud of Chim for doing a full 180 so quickly—going from feeling betrayed to supporting a friend was no easy feat, and Buck knew that as well as anyone, but he also knew that a full day of studying wouldn’t do any good. 

“Come on, Chim, I’m sure she can take a break to—“

“Noooo, Buck.”

“Chim.”

“Buck, seriously. She’s been working too hard for this, and I’m not having you break up her flow. This is important to her, you get that right?”

Of course Buck got it, but…

“I’m not going to let anyone ruin this for her.”

….ruin it? He just wanted to share some good news.

He understood that Hen had to study, and that her upcoming MCATS were really important to her, but this was important to Buck; and for Chim to jump straight to that degree made his heart sink a little bit with each beat, his head traitorously whispering to him ‘what if Chim is right?’. Hen had been one of his biggest supporters as he got off of blood thinners, as he started back into his various therapies, and he had thought he returned the favor, helping her study in his free time whenever he could, and helping her take her mind off of things when she needed to as well—maybe his distractions were more harm than good, but he knew Hen well enough to know that if no one pulled her away from her work, she just wouldn’t eat, sleep, go home, any of it. Was it really that bad that Buck wanted a minute?

He felt his smile start to slip so he hitched it back up, nodding his head. “Yeah, sure, I… okay, just hit me up when you’re all done, I guess?” He said, hoping his voice sounded more confident than he felt. It must have worked, because Chim clapped both of his arms and turned away, leaving Buck standing there for a moment before he shook himself out of it.

It was fine. Hen wanted to study, that was important. Buck tried to pump himself back up as he took the stairs to the loft two at a time, reveling in the simple act of fully rolling his ankle. He tilted his head as he heard Bobby’s voice spill out of his office, turning on his heel to his next target. Besides, Bobby sounded frustrated—some good news would do him good, or so Buck thought. 

“…no, I don’t—no, we can’t just take—wait, what? No, I will not hold!”

Buck almost laughed as he knocked on the Cap’s open door, smiling when Bobby waved him inside.

“Look, forgive me if I’m not entirely sympathetic, but when we’re down an engine, and you can’t tell us when repairs will be done—well then you’d better transfer me to someone who can!”

“Everything alright, Cap?” Buck couldn’t help but smile as Bobby strangled his phone, sighing in defeat when the plastic wouldn’t yield. 

“You know, Marty was a crook in the end, but damn, he was a good mechanic. What’s up, Buck?”

Buck winced at the reminder of the nearly would-be heist, humming thoughtfully as he waved his full release forms. “Well, this shouldn’t take long. I got back from the doctors today, and—“

Bobby’s groan cut him off, hanging his head in his free hand. “No, Buck, no. I can’t have you sick right now, and nothing good ever follows ‘doctor’.”

Buck laughed, but Bobby kept going, the stress of the day and being down an engine clearly getting to him as he continued on. “And the last time I heard “doctor” from you, it was followed by lawsuit, which—yes, I’m still holding, hello?”

Lawsuit?

What the fuck? 

Buck reeled back like he had been slapped, the smile frozen on his face even with Bobby’s clear dismissal. He was glad that he didn’t have to say anything else, at the very least, because his throat felt hot and tight and it was all he could do to stay steady as he pivoted on his heel, walking out of the office. 

He hated the fact that that was the first thing Bobby brought up, but he hated even more how much that dark cloud was still lingering over his head. If Bobby would be so candid when Buck was barely two words in to saying something, who’s to say what choice words he had about Buck when he was gone? 

The lawsuit was the worst part of his life, the biggest mistake he had made, and he couldn’t wrap his head around it being thrown in his face when he was ready to walk in and share what was the best news he had ever received. Is that… all he would have here, all he would have been able to look forward to?

He started back down the stairs, his legs acting independently of the rest of his body, a dull tingling spreading through his chest as he finally sat down. He didn’t know if there was a happy medium between cold and numb (‘shock’, his mind provided, ‘you’re in shock’), but whatever it was, he was deep into it.

God, he had honestly thought that was all behind him. How fucking stupid was he to think that he was going to be able to come back from a mistake that huge, even a year later?

“Buck?”

He could feel himself starting to panic—loathe as he was to admit it—but as per usual, Eddie was a step ahead of the game without even knowing it. Even now, just hearing Eddie take a few steps closer to him started to ease his heartbeat, and he swallowed a few times as he nodded, fighting off the headrush as he was able to breathe again.

“Hey, Buck, you good?”

“Hey, Eddie, uh…hey!” Buck stood up and wiped his hands on his pants, paperwork forgotten next to him as he tried to smile. If anything, he knew—he knew to his very core, he knew, he… he prayed Eddie would be able to share this little victory with him. “Eds, you have a second to talk?“

Buck almost swallowed his tongue as the alarm sounded through the station, his jaw clicking shut as footsteps started to come down the stairs. 

“Hey, we’ll talk later, yeah?” Eddie called, already heading to his locker. It was all Buck could do to hold it together, nodding his head as he waved them off, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when the ladder pulled out of the station.

--

Eddie may have had a good start on his day, but Buck did not. 

He had woken up, kissed Christopher goodbye as Carla brought him to school, and less than ten minutes later, he had a brown envelope in hand, with a curt “You’ve been served”.

Shannon’s will was being contested. The will that Eddie didn’t even know she had. By her father, who Eddie had only seen twice in several years of marriage. 

The will was simple enough—a few grand left to Christopher’s college fund, a small pair of earrings to her sister, and that was it. There was nothing to contest, in Eddie’s mind, but contested it was.

He looked over the paperwork twice, and it made less sense the second time around—as much as he hated to admit it, the worst part of it all was knowing that Eddie was going to be alone at work again, because Buck had another day off scheduled in the books. 

So yeah, he may have been a little grumpy as he threw a few weights around in the work room for the start of his shift.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Eddie was spiraling; he couldn’t understand how someone could be so bitter, so selfish, to try and stop a few thousand dollars from going into a college fund for their grandchild. His mood only soured as his shift went on, there were no distractions, no calls, nothing to help him pull his head out of his ass, and no one he could talk to. Chim had almost bitten his head off when he said hello to Hen that morning, Bobby was dealing with yet another broken down, tax funded nightmare, and Buck—

And Buck was here. 

“Buck?”

Eddie did an honest to god double take as he saw Buck sitting on the bench, like he had been summoned from the depths of Eddie’s mind, even though he looked like he was in a state of shock.

“Hey, Buck, you good?”

He couldn’t lie, it made his heart skip a beat when Buck smiled at him—even if he could tell that Buck’s heart wasn’t in it. 

Before he could say anything more, the alarm sounded through the house, and Eddie was about a step away from fully losing his mind. “Hey, we’ll talk later, yeah?” He said, trying to give a small smile as he started to double back to his locker.

The call, to put it mildly, had not gone well—any fire call where the main focus wasn’t the fire was bound to be troublesome. A ten year old had started a fire in a laundry room, which should have been simple enough, except it was the same laundry room that he and his brother had apparently been locked up on for months. 

Suddenly what started out as a fire call turned into fire, medics, and police, and Eddie felt his hands start to shake as he worked with Hen to revive a ten year old boy. Barely older than Christopher. It wasn’t the first time he had seen abuse face to face, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last, but something about it was working him up more than usual. He was glad his shift was almost over—the only thing he wanted to do was go home, hug his kid, and sleep.

“—ooh, Mads, they’re back, gotta go. Hey, Eddie!”

He knew he was in deep when not even hearing Buck’s voice could brighten his mood—it was all he could do to hitch a half-hearted smile onto his face as he stepped off of the spare rig.

“Good call, right? Maddie said it sounded like everyone should pull through.”

Eddie just felt himself wind up tighter as he shook his head, rolling his jaw to force himself to keep it loose. “No, Buck. It was not a good call. It was a very bad call.” Bad didn’t even begin to cover it. Eddie could still feel his heart in his throat, feel a tiny body in his arms as Hen started compressions.

He was too wrapped in his own world to notice Buck falter, clearly thrown in the conversation. “Well, hey, if you’ve got a second—“

“Come on Buck, give it a break. I just want to get the fuck out of here as soon as I can.”

Pulling his boots off, he tossed them with perhaps a bit more force than needed into his locker, missing the way that Buck’s face shuttered. “You too, huh?”

“‘You too’? The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Eddie, I just wanted to share some good news, and—“

“Well things aren’t just good or bad, Buck! Just because no one died does not make a good call, and just because things are bad right now doesn’t mean I have to be cheered up. I’m allowed to be pissed off. I’m allowed to have one fucking minute!” Eddie snapped, chucking his jacket against the hamper in the corner, jaw clenched so hard he would have been afraid of cracking a tooth if he was in his right state of mind.

“So please, tell me what is so god damned important that I can’t see my kid until you tell me.”

The moment the words left his lips, he knew it was a mistake. The only person that loved Chris as much as Eddie was Buck, and he knew that, saw that more clearly than ever as his white hot anger dulled into something more manageable. He swallowed as he turned around, and… fuck, Buck wasn’t even looking at him.

“…Buck, I—“

--

“Clean bill of health.”

Buck couldn’t bring himself to look up up as he tossed the stack of papers onto the bench, doing his absolute best to keep himself composed as he spoke, his jaw tight and brow furled. 

He had been so proud of himself for avoiding a panic attack while they were on the call. He had never gotten them before this past year, but between the earthquake, tsunami, Maddie’s kidnapping, and bomb, he had become fast friends with the crushing weight. But he had done well—he kept himself above water, so to speak, and when he called Maddie he was proud to say that his voice was almost steady, and prouder still when she congratulated him for his job well done in therapy, demanding he come over and celebrate tonight. 

Well, even if he couldn’t count on his family friends team, he could always count on Maddie. It was a small joy in the world, but right now, it felt like it was all he had.

“Officially back to 100% mobility in my crushed ankle, officially out of the woods for another clot. Did you know it would take me a year to be clear of another embolism, because I refused blood thinners? Well, I figured you might, since you’re been running calls without me, every other week for a year, while I sit in a hospital room.”

Buck finally brought himself up to meet his teammates eye as Eddie’s frustration started to give way to confusion, and that, that hurt more than anything else today. Had anyone even realized why his schedule changed every other week? Did anyone care? “And alright, like you said, it might not be that important to you all but—“

“Buck, you—“

“But it’s really fucking important to me! All I wanted to do was share the good news with the people who are supposed to be family, my team, and instead all I got was blown off, snapped at—Eddie, I mentioned the word doctor in front of Bobby and his first concern was if he had another lawsuit on his hands.”

Buck was mildly aware that he was shaking—he had never really handled stress like this well—but the bigger concern was the tightening in his throat, that sinking pressure he felt right beneath his lungs. He could handle a lot of things, but that didn’t mean he could handle crying in front of Eddie quite yet.

“It’s been a year, Eddie, and I thought things were getting better, so what gives? What did I do, what have I done to deserve being treated like this? I’m serious, please, tell me, so I can fix it!”

Buck’s voice was reaching a fevered pitch as he gestured around the locker room, feeling himself splinter as he begged, literally begged, to know what he had done—why his work had meant nothing. Would he be mortified later? Probably, but everyone had a breaking point, and Buck was realizing (belatedly) that he was past his.

“All I wanted to do today was share a victory with my team, at least share it with you, you’re supposed to be my best friend, and I—I don’t get why—“

If Buck could clearly see Eddie’s face, he might have laughed at the pale, slack jawed, panicked expression before him. As it was, though, his eyes were starting to burn, and even as he reached to rub them, his body finally gave up, tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Why is everyone being so fucking mean?” 

Buck didn’t bother with another platitude as he pushed past Eddie, rubbing tear tracks off of his cheeks. He felt his face heat up as he stormed out of the firehouse, fumbling for his keys, and heaven help any member of the 118 who stood in his way. 

--

Buck was crying.

The team had made Buck cry.

Fuck, Eddie had made Buck cry. 

He just stood in the locker room as the sound of Buck’s Jeep faded into the distance, feeling his heartbeat throughout his entire body. All Buck wanted to do was share some positivity with the team, and Eddie had… eviscerated him. He bent down to pick up some of the papers Buck had left behind, his heart falling even further (as if that was possible) as he read over the paperwork.

Fuck.

“Hey, Eddie, is Buck in here? Chim said he wanted to talk to—woah, what’s wrong?”

The sweat on Eddie’s skin had cooled (hell, how long had he been standing there?) and guilt sunk heavier into his stomach as Hen walked into the locker room, with Chim trailing behind her. Eddie’s eyes were still glued to the release in his hand, barely noticing as Chim spoke, staring down at his phone. 

“Uhhh… why is Maddie telling me to camp out with one of you tonight?” he asked the room as a whole, sharing a confused glance with Hen before they both locked eyes on Eddie, who… well, who probably looked as bad as he felt.

Which, considering Eddie felt like he was about to cry himself, was saying a lot.

“We fucked up. I fucked up. I think—I think we broke Buck.”

And he had no idea how to fix it. 

[addictofsupernatural]

Emotions (pt. 12)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy does his best to win you back, but a certain person keeps getting in the way.

Word Count: 2485

Chapter 1 • Chp. Masterlist

Billy was not giving up. He was set on winning you back, and started by waiting at your house to take you to school. At first you tried to ignore him and just walk, but he kept driving next to you and you felt too guilty. You'd end up getting inside and seeing his relieving smile. Hopper did always say that your conscious would screw you over some day.

During biology he was constantly trying to make you laugh. His charming jokes and quick wit would eventually get to you, and you would end up cracking a smile. You couldn't help it; you just thought it was funny how much of a child he could be, even with his beautiful grin.

During lunch you went with Steve Harrington. It pissed him off, but he needed to learn that you're entitled to hang out with anyone you want. He just didn't understand why it had to be him. When Billy passed by you in the halls or anywhere at lunch, he would always smile and wink at you. He'd see you blush, which was all he needed.

Billy had learned to have patience. He needed to be patient with you when you felt insecure about yourself, or when you didn't understand something simple. Looking back at it now, he could see why you had trouble adjusting to normalcy. He would now need to be his most patient self, because right now you were doing something you thought would be best for Billy, and he saw that you were trying your hardest to be better for him by trying to have him move on. He just needed enough patience for you to realize that he wasn't going to move on from the love of his life.

When Steve caught on that Billy's dumb ass face was actually working on you, he knew that he had to do something as your self proclaimed best friend. He invited Jonathan over to see what to do about it, pacing the floor and acting like he was planning a war strategy.

"We have to do something about this!" He said to Jonathan in the living room, with you easily listening from your bedroom easily listening. Hearing the two of them was like having a devil and angel on your shoulder. "Okay, what's our plan?"

"I don't know man. I think Billy's okay now, if I'm being honest. He's actually sorry, and he's okay now with y/n's powers. Maybe we should give him a chance?"

"Are you kidding me? And let my friend get hurt again? No, she's not going to fall for that dickhead again. Someone has to protect her; she's too innocent."

"Hey, dumbasses," You said from your door frame. "If you don't want me to listen in then maybe you shouldn't be talking about this crap in my house."

"See what I mean?! He taught her how to curse!" He then pointed to you. "And shut up. Your house is comfy, okay?"

"He's actually not wrong about that." Jonathan mumbled.

You scoffed. "I told you guys, we're not getting back together. And shouldn't I be able to make my own decisions anyways?"

"No, you need the guidance of a loyal friend." You rolled your eyes at his serious face, which then lit up with an idea. "I know exactly how to get him to back off! We need to get him jealous, and he'll get so pissed that he'll give up."

"You sure you don't just wanna see him get pissed?" Jonathan asked, scoffing as well.

Steve gave him a pat on the back. "That, my friend, is an added perk." He then gave the two of you a teasing smile.

The next morning when Billy went to your house to pick you up for school, he saw that Steve's car was parked there. He watched in disgust as the two of you came out, with your head down as you went into his car. Steve looked back, smiling and nodding at Billy. "You ever tried her pancakes?" He called out. "Delicious!"

He then got into the car too. You didn't look at Steve when saying, "You don't have to be an ass about it."

"You want him to move on or not?" Steve asked as you silently nodded.

Billy gripped his steering wheel as his breaths became deeper. You used to make him pancakes. You used to sit on his lap and feed it to him. Sometimes you'd lick the syrup off his lips. You'd never do that with that jerk off Steve, but the thought of you making something for Steve instead of him got Billy so fucking pissed.

At school, Billy thought about his options. He could still try to keep it up with strong flirting, but that dick off Steve would probably also start flirting. You hate conflict, and you'd hate that situation. Fucking Steve Harrington. How the hell was he supposed to win you back now?

It was time for him to really look back and think. When you two first got together, how did it happen? Back then, it happened slowly as you saw that his attention was focused on you. This was when you were just friends. Bingo.

When he saw you enter fourth period, he gently smiled and nodded his head. "Hey." You put your head down. "So, I was thinking. I'm sorry for going against what you want, and I think we should start over. As friends?"

This was painful for you, and you knew that you should just reject him so he can move on and be happy with someone else in the future. But you were dying to talk to him again; the conversations you missed so much. "Okay." You squeaked.

Unlike when you first met, this time he was the talker in the conversation and you were the listener. He rambled on and made jokes, and you responded with a smile or a nod, occasionally making a comment.

Once class ended the two of you were still talking when Steve walked into the classroom and smacked your shared desk, startling the both of you. "We should head over to lunch now. Let's go y/n."

Billy stood tall. "Sure thing. Let's all go."

"Let's not fight guys. Please." You quietly said.

Steve glanced at you before nodding. "Whatever you say. C'mon." He then put his hand on the small of your back to lead you out. Billy trailed behind, his nostrils flared and his teeth gritted.

You walked over to the basketball bleachers, with the two boys both ending up linking to each of your arms. Instead of sitting at you and Billy's usual spot, you sat on the other end. Billy took this as a sign that your memories together were still sacred to you. In actuality you knew it would fuel his anger if Steve sat at your 'special spot' that he loved so much.

"So, you two are, like, what? Friends now?" Steve asked, attitude in his voice.

"We never stopped being friends." Billy gave a shit eating grin.

"Well y'know, with kicking her out of your house and not accepting her for who she is I figured you guys were having a little trouble in paradise." He gave a shrug.

"Steve." You hissed.

"No, he's right." You whipped your head to Billy. "I did act like a jerk, but y'know what? Our bond is so fucking strong that I realized I don't care about any of it. She does that to me, I guess. Always reeling me back in, huh sweetheart?"

"As her best friend, I don't feel comfortable with you calling her that."

Billy gave a tch. "I'm her best friend."

You stood up out of anger and started walking away. "Where you going?" They said in unison.

"To Jonathan and Nancy." You turned to look back at them.

"You hate being around Nancy." Billy said.

"And you know Jonathan won't stand up to her."

"Yeah. Well, that should tell you how crappy I feel around you two right now." And with that you left.

"Very nice, ass wipe." Billy said as he shoved Steve.

"Really? This is my fault?" Billy only glared back at him. "Why can't you just leave her alone?"

"Why the fuck can't you just leave me alone?"

The two of them quickly got up and stomped away from each other, with Billy going over to an ecstatic Tommy and Steve trailing shamefully behind you as Nancy lectured you about not listening to her.

After school you slipped away from both boys and used a payphone to call Hopper. When he pulled up, you began walking over to his car before you heard Billy and Steve call out your name in unison. You started to speed walk before breaking out into a run when you saw them running over to you. You got into the car and slammed it shut. "Drive! Drive!"

Hopper, being flustered by your hurried tone, quickly drove off. "You wanna tell me why the hell we just Marty McFlyed the crap out of there?"

You let out a loud groan, ready to rant. "Ughhh! It's Billy and Steve! They keep fighting with each other, and it's about me. I hate that. They know I hate that, and yet they still have this alpha male bs going on. It's so stupid! I just want Billy to calm down, and Steve to tone it down! This whole thing is so dumb." You then quickly turned your head to Hopper, who had been listening helplessly, and caused him to jerk his head a bit in surprise. "What do you think?"

He was caught off guard by the question. "Uh, well... take a break from both of them. They sound like they're doing idiot things for good reasons, but they're jackasses if they're making you like this. Maybe you could try to be by yourself for a while."

You let out a breath and grinned. No matter what El or Mike said, you knew Hopper listened and you knew he was a smart person. In actuality, Hopper just wanted to say that these two were jackasses and that he should just arrest them for a day or two, but he knew you would get mad at him too, with your emotions all over the place.

You gave him a hug as he pulled up to your house. "Hopper you're a genius."

You happily got out of the car and went inside to your room, where Hopper smiled. He hoped you knew that he was there for you. That he could be your dad.

As you did your homework that night you got a call from your phone. When you answered, your face fell. "What do you want Steve?"

"Um, so you got home safe then?" He attempted to lighten the mood.

You sighed. "Goodbye Steve."

"No no no, wait! I'm sorry, I wanted to say that I'm sorry. We just really need to get him off of your ass, y'know?"

"I mean, he said he just wanted to be friends. Maybe we could go back to being just acquaintances?"

"God five, you'd think all things considered with you that you wouldn't be so stupid about this." Steve said this out of rage, but after hearing your soft gasp over the phone, he knew he just fucked up.

"Are you kidding me right now? You know what Steve, you'd think all things considered with you that you'd understand how hard it is for me to let him go, and how badly I want him back even though I know it's best to let him be."

"Five-"

"Don't ever call me that again!" You then hung up.

You breathed hard, trying to calm yourself down. You're not a crybaby. People who cry all the time are stupid, and you're not stupid. The damn telephone rang again, and you picked it up. "Damnit Steve, leave me alone!"

"Whoa there sweetheart, wrong guy."

You let out an involuntary breath of relief when you heard Billy's voice. It felt good to hear from him, but it just pained you in a worse way. He's trying his best to be perfect when you feel like you're too fucked up to even be allowed to have a boyfriend.

"Hi Billy." You said quietly, tears forming and your nose beginning to sting.

"What's wrong sweetheart?"

You sucked it a hard breath. "People keep telling me things that hurt."

You were really struggling to hold back the tears. "Y/n–"

"I have to go!" You slammed the phone back. You rolled up into a ball, and cried. Maybe you are stupid.

Once you exhausted yourself and stopped crying, you saw headlights flashing outside. You confusedly and sluggishly got up, since everyone was asleep by now, and saw Billy's car. He got out and said nothing, swiftly bringing you in for a hug. You hugged back. "C'mon, let's get you inside."

You only nodded and let him guide you. You knew that this wasn't right, but you were too damn exhausted with everything to do anything about it. He kicked off his shoes where he normally did, and took you to your room. He laid you down on your bed, and got in with you.

"You shouldn't be here." You quietly said as he tugged you into his chest. You didn't do anything to stop him, and instead embraced the smell you missed so much.

"Course I should." He took a deep breath, before continuing. "I'm sorry for adding all this stress to you. I know you've always been my little rule follower."

You felt the tears begin to sting in your eyes again. "Y'know, Hopper's always told us to follow the rules. That people who don't follow the rules are stupid, and we're not stupid. We can't be, and we won't be." You looked up at him. "I can't even follow my own rules. Why am I so stupid? How do I even do better?"

"You're not stupid. Don't ever say that about yourself again. Okay?" He spoke sternly, and you nodded your head while he wiped away a tear with his thumb. "You're just confused. It's okay to be confused about your feelings. Just as long as you don't have any for cock sucker Steve." You could practically hear his smile.

"Mm. You don't really think I'd have feelings for him, do you?"

"Nah, he's too vanilla."

You snuggled into his chest. "So are you, but only in private."

"Only with you baby." He grabbed your chin, and kissed your lips for a second before you pulled back. "Too soon, got it. Do you want me to leave?"

You sighed, knowing it's better if he did. But you felt so safe with him there. "After I fall asleep? Please."

"Course doll." And the two of you stayed like that until you fell asleep, when Billy gently kissed your unconscious lips and silently slipped out of the house and off to his. He went to sleep, content that he could still make you feel safe.

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[ejzah]

Prompt: in a moment of insecurity, a heavily pregnant Kensi gets upset and asks Deeks if the reason he's been working out so much is to impress other women because he doesn't find her attractive anymore. Deeks is naturally confused.

“You wanna grab breakfast?” Deeks asked Kensi as they moseyed down the path that ran the length of the beach, fingers linked. He’d already gone for a run before Kensi could even get her massive, 38 week pregnant self out of bed. She wished she had enough energy for more than a 30 minute walk.

Deeks gave her hand a shake and she looked up, returning his smile. It wasn’t his fault that she was tired, achy and cranky.

“Mm, yes, but only if you promise to rub my feet when we get back home,” she bargained and Deeks grinned.

“I think I can handle that.”

“Hey, Marty, looking good!” A woman in a bright orange bikini top and minuscule shorts shouted as she ran by.

“Thanks! How’s Jake?”

“Good! See you tomorrow!” She waved at them both, her long, even stride never wavering.

“Who was that?” Kensi asked.

“Sandie,” Deeks answered, his tone nonchalant. “Sometimes we run at the same time. She co-owns a gym not far from here.” Instantly Kensi imagined that toned, perfect body running next to Deeks’ equally perfect body. Self-consciously, she ran a hand over her stomach, as though she could somehow conceal it. She suddenly felt extremely dumpy and visible in her loose, knee length sundress.

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Deeks shrugged, not picking up on her discomfort.

“I don’t know, I didn’t really think about it. I run with different people throughout the week.”

They were silent for a few minutes as they walked. Deeks nodded to a person here and there, being his typical outgoing self. Several of them were women.

“Is this why you’ve been working out so much recently?” she asked quietly. “To impress other women.”

Deeks instantly stopped on the middle of path, turning to Kensi with a a half-smirk. When he noticed she wasn’t joking, his expression turned shocked.

“What? Of course not. Why would you even say something like that?” he said, looking at her incredulously. His dismissal of her concerns suddenly made her incredibly angry and she jerked her hand free of his. He followed the movement with dismay.

“Well what am I supposed to think?” she demanded. “You’re always out lifting, or running, or some other damned thing. And now I find out you’re running with this completely gorgeous woman I’ve never even heard of.”

“Kensi, I never-“

She huffed out a frustrated noise, not waiting to hear the end of whatever he had to sat, and stalked off the path into the sand. It didn’t take Deeks long to catch up to her and he grabbed her hand, gently pulling her to a stop.

“Baby, Kensi, just hold on for one second,” he pleaded, his eyes unbearably earnest. “Can we just talk for a minute?”

“It seems pretty simple to me. I’m not attractive anymore-“ Deeks held up his hand and said,

“Who the hell said you aren’t attractive?”

“Deeks, I’m 38 weeks pregnant, I’m swollen, I’m pudgy,” she said bitterly. No one needed to tell her, she knew it.

“And the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Deeks added without pause. She let out a surprised sound that came out more like a sob.

“Martin Deeks, do not make me cry when I’m mad at you.” He was still holding her hand and gently pulled her against him.

“I mean it. You are so beautiful.”

“How can you say that when you’re surrounded by women like Sandie?” she asked hopelessly. Deeks pressed their linked hands against his chest and she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. He wiped it away, his face tender.

“Because I love you, Kensi. And you will always be the most beautiful person in he world to me. No matter what. I don’t want Sandie or anyone else on this beach beside you,” he said firmly, brushing her hair back from her face.

“How do you always know how to say the perfect thing?” she murmured, finally allowing herself to lean into Deeks. She sighed into his chest. “I certainly don’t feel beautiful.”

“You are,” Deeks repeated. Another woman shouted out to Deeks in passing and this time he didn’t respond. “Personally, I happen to think you and your bump is adorable.”

“You’re sure you don’t enjoy all the attention these muscles get?” She squeezed his bicep for emphasis, realizing that it had been a while since she’d actually touched him like this. Maybe that was part of the problem.

“Ok, I’m not saying I absolutely hate it, but the reason I started all this was so I could be healthy for you and our kids.” He inclined his head and added, “And if you happen to think I’m kind of sexy, that’s just a bonus perk.” Kensi chuckled wetly, pulling his head down to hers for a kiss.

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” she said, pulling back to rest her head on his chest again. He shrugged it off.

“You’re carrying an entire human inside you, I think I can handle this,” he said, tipping her chin up for another kiss. “Let’s go home. I seem to remember I owe somebody a foot rub.”

“And maybe a bath?” Kensi said, letting her voice lilt up suggestively. Deeks eyes flashed in obvious agreement. He rested his palm in the small of her back, holding her close to his side as they walked back home.

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A/N: Did this fizzle at the end a bit? Perhaps. Hope you still enjoy it and thanks for the prompt!

[ayellowcurtain]

i just want nicco and martino to be happy 🥺 I love your take of the s4 storyline with the abo setting! ill be waiting patiently for your next update

Part 3  // This one is a little long, a little smutty at the start

Since Marti is distracted, a little too tired, Nico reminisces about last night, just now able to fully connect the hazy memories together. They didn’t take a shower, so he still feels...hot all over. His jaw is sticky with the sloppy kisses Marti gave him, his mouth open, pressed against Nico’s jaw when he came. He remembers his dry throat asking Martino to go slower and how it took him a second to come back to the present time and understand what Nico was asking, slowing down, maybe a little too slow even.

Nico knew his omega was loud and clear and a little jealous when he asked in between kisses if they could not use a condom and how Martino looked him dead in the eyes and nodded his head. Nico can’t remember being more turned on in his life. Maybe they made a mess on their way to the bedroom, pushing furniture away, putting each other on top of tables, counters…

Nico is sure there are marks everywhere on both their bodies because they were not careful last night. They were both desperate, letting their alpha and omega finally meet and do whatever they had to do and it was mind blowing.

He knows the back of Marti’s head is probably stinging still. He remembers holding it a little too tightly because he was desperate, he needed Martino to look at him and see how much he loved him, how much they are still a thing for Nico.

“Gio said that you’ve been working out.”

“What?” Martino opens his eyes suddenly, very confused and probably angry because from what Nico can tell on Marti’s face, he is sure Gio wasn’t supposed to be giving him any information about how Martino was doing while they were broken up.

“What? You think I don’t ask about you? You think they don’t want to tell me how you’re doing?”

“They were my friends, I supposed they would respect my privacy.” Martino looks away to the side like a stubborn little child.

“They are our friends and they do respect your privacy, but you’re being stubborn now.” Martino tries to move, to push Nico aside so he can leave, but Nico doesn’t let him.

“Fuck, Nico, if this is about a fucking interven-”

“Hey, hey, it’s not. It’s not. They talk because I ask nonstop, stop being so grumpy with the ones that are always on your side. They didn’t choose me, Martino, but I know how to be annoying to get what I want. And I wanted to know how you were doing...” Nico gently moves his hands up from Martino’s chest, touching his cheeks, following the freckles, “I needed to know if this distance was killing you the way it was killing me.”

Martino closes his eyes again, moving to lie on his back again, covering his eyes with his arm and Nico lets him, still watching quietly.  

“I’m proud of you for taking care of yourself...I never thought someone would ever manage to convince you to work out. You’re lazy, you know…”

“Yeah, I guess anger is a good fuel to make me do it.”

Nico smiles even though he shouldn’t because he knows where Martino is trying to go. But Martino is still the grumpy creature he remembers so maybe there’s a way to his heart again. Maybe Niccolo can build a relationship between them again, another one because the first one he lit on fire and watched it burn in front of his eyes, with punches and curses. He won’t mind if he has to do all the work this time. Martino is worth it.

“I thought you were mine.” Martino lets it slip suddenly and Nico looks up at him again, at Martino’s arm, still covering his eyes.

“I am.” Nico says without thinking too because it’s that simple to him.

“You had sex with him.”

Nico swallows hard, his fingertips touching the seam of the pillow underneath Marti’s head, trying to find some comfort on the texture and counting the little circles the stitches make. He shouldn’t have and he has no excuse for it. Even though it was a mistake that happened months and months ago, Nico knew what he was doing, how it would ruin him for Martino if he ever gave Nico a second chance.

“I can hear you thinking.” Martino pushes the sheets away from him, slowly sliding to the side, away from Nico, pressing his palms against his eyes to dry his tears as he gets up, putting his clothes on.

“I made a mistake.” Is all Nico can say, knowing Martino can smell all over him how it pains him to admit what happened.

“Do you like him?” Martino stops on the side of the bed, close to the wall behind him, putting his hands down and back to lean against them on the wall.

Nico sits on the bed, so nervous and anxious he has a hard time turning his thoughts into words that’ll make sense together.

“What? No, Martino. We’ve been through this. I love you and I’m yours. I chose to be yours and I’m so happy I did. No matter how many times you run away, as grumpy as you can be, I won’t make the same mistake again. And I’ll wait for as long as you need until you run out of your grumpiness and anger and disappointment.”

“I thought you were the one who wouldn’t fuck me over, Nico. I expected even from Gio. To walk away one day when he and Eva work their issues out, but I thought we were solid, that I could trust you and you wouldn’t walk away. I’m fucked up in every way possible, but I thought you were able to handle it.”

Niccolo crosses his legs in front of him, stuttering again, clenching his jaw not to break down. Martino gives him the time Nico is silently asking for this time, hoping Marti won’t leave him while he’s diggesting how badly he hurt Martino. They both stay silent for so long that Martino decides to move from the wall, sitting on the arm chair close to the window.

“Are you seeing someone else?” Nico asks without meaning to, finally looking at Martino again. He lifts his head too, looking at Nico, a little surprised it seems.

“You don’t know that already? I thought the information was finding its way to you.”

“They’re not snitching on you. They answer what I ask. I didn’t ask them that, I wanted to hear it from you.”

Niccolo doesn’t really want to hear it, but he brought them to this and now he has to hear it.

“I can still smell Luai sometimes. In your bed, in the bathroom,” Martino changes the subject and Niccolo looks around like he’ll find proof of what Marti is saying, but of course he doesn’t. Martino probably has his senses heightened by anything that can belong to Luai.

“Stop searching then.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Niccolo. You’re fucking someone else and you ask me what I’m doing?”

“I’m not! Martino! Stop! I’m not fucking anyone else. Yeah, he slept here a few times, we had a thing for a month or even less. And that was a long time ago.” Niccolo mindfully breaths slower, in and out. He’s tired, so tired and he doesn’t know what else to say. Martino is that stubborn that he won’t listen unless it’s what he wants to hear.

“I love you. I’ve always been in love with you. You wanna know about me and Luai? You’re not gonna leave it alone until you hear it, so okay. We had sex. More times than I could remember, but it was just sex, it was just us being dumb,” Nico can tell Martino is not liking hearing all of that, his hands grabbing the arms of the chair so tightly it makes his fingers even paler, his chest moving quicker and deeper with each breath, but Nico needs to give him some of his own medicine.

He sees Martino opening his mouth, asking him to stop, but he doesn’t listen, Martino needs honesty and so Nico will give it to him, as raw and honest as he needs him to be, “We were needing proof that we would never work. I don’t love him, never did, never will. Because he’s not you. No matter how much you think he’s more important, he’s not. He’s a friend now, not even a close one. I can’t stop thinking about you. Since Luai, I never had sex with anyone else, I didn’t even kiss anyone else.”

“Stop. I get it.” Martino says firmly this time, his eyes filling with water and Nico wants to hold him, to kiss him until their lips get sore again, asking him to come back home. Martino asked for honesty and now Nico is ready to give it to him. He understands everything clearly and he wishes he could have felt this way before, a year ago, when Martino needed to know where his heart was and Nico stuttered for a second, more than enough time to burn the bridge between them.

“I wish you knew how tired I am. I’m sure it’s all over my smell, but you can’t bring yourself to smell it, just constantly looking for proof that I’ve been with someone else.”

“I haven’t.” Marti cuts his sentence again and Nico frowns, a little bit in shock, “I haven’t had sex after you. Trust me, I tried. Guess I was too shitfaced to make it happen when I tried.” Martino is not looking at him when he confesses. He slips down the chair, looking up at the ceiling and Nico can’t help but feel a little happy and relieved. He can totally picture a drunk Martino trying to have sex with strangers, probably so grumpy it made whoever it was lose the interest.

“I’m happy.”

“Because you’re selfish.”

“More like desperate. You’re an alpha, my alpha. We’ve been apart for a year. I was so scared...you would find someone else.” Nico admits, remembering of the nights of sleep he lost, thinking about Martino merging with someone else.

“You were with an alpha. You actually dated another one. I was in a lot more risk than you think you were.”

Nico smiles even though he knows he shouldn’t, “No, you weren’t. You just don’t wanna accept it. I was never his, Martino, not like this. Not like us. Never would have happened.”

“This conversation is pointless.” Martino sighs, annoyed, still staring at the ceiling.

“It’s not. I’m not letting you go now. You’re here now, you’re back, even if you don’t want to. If you came here, it’s because you still care. And if you walk out that door, I won’t stop trying until you accept me back.”

“I knew when you were having a heat.” Martino moves his head to the side so they can see each other, “Thought I was going to lose my mind. I had to argue with Gio to lock me inside his house. Imagine if I came here and you were with Luai.” Martino laughs ironically, “Would love to hear you asking me to stop punching him again.”

Nico bites the inside of his cheek. Martino does not want to know what happened during the first heat he got after their break up.

“When I was alone, it was painful. Thankfully you forgot some of your clothes here. I wish Gio didn’t listen to you.”

Nico doesn’t elaborate, Martino knows him, no matter how much he tries to fight it now, and he knows Nico is talking about Martino coming home to help Nico with his heat, not about punching his ex.

“Like I said, guess the going up and down mountains every morning helped me after the first few.” Nico stretches his legs straight again, slowly lying down, closing his eyes. Martino won’t ever be the same, he’ll never give Niccolo a real chance. He’ll always find ways to not trust him.

“I wish you would just do it.” Nico can’t see, but he’s sure Martino was too inside of his own head to understand what he’s saying so he continues to make himself understood completely. “Bite me. We both want it, you just pretend you don’t.”

[spacecakes20]

Begin Again

(Chapter 3)

Chapter 4:  Luna, Honey

It was far, far too early for this. Luna’s body refused to move, but the sound of knocking on her front door was just too irritating to ignore. With a groan of displeasure, she clumsily got out of bed, eyes still unfocused from sleep. For a moment, she forgot where she was. For some reason, she was back in her college dorms and for a second, she thought it was her grumpy roommate knocking on the door because she forgot her key. Again. Then she remembered she graduated almost two years ago, and this was not her dorm room, but in fact her grandfather’s farm. Well, her farm now. But wait, who was at the door?

       “Just a second!” Luna called out. And she was so happy she did, because she noticed, upon looking at herself in her wall mirror, she wasn’t wearing pants. Granted, the shirt she was wearing reached her knees, but still! Pulling on some pants from a random clothes pile, Luna took the opportunity to pull her curly locks into a ponytail. Making her way to the front door, she took a deep breath before opening it. Her eyes were immediately assaulted by the rays of the bright morning sun and she regretted getting out of bed. Slowly adjusting to the light, she was greeted by a plump older woman with thick brown hair pulled into a messy side braid. Her eyes were a warm brown and looked almost apologetic. Her name was at the tip of Luna’s tongue. She knew this woman. They were neighbors, right?

       “Hello, Farmer Luna!”

       It was even more embarrassing that this woman remembered Luna’s name, but Luna’s sleep-deprived brain couldn’t do the same.

       “Um… hi.” Luna’s voice cracked. She cleared her throat, and asked, “How may I help you?” Maddie? Or was it Marty?

       “I’m sorry to disturb you.” The woman looked genuinely apologetic, “But I found this stray dog wandering around the entrance of your farm.”

       Luna just now noticed there was, in fact, a dog standing shyly behind the woman. A golden retriever at that.

       “She looked lost.” The woman scratched the dog behind the ear and gave her a fond smile, “And she seemed interested in your farm. So, I was hoping….” Her eyes were pleading now, “If maybe you could…”

       Oh! “Marnie!” Luna exclaimed in her head. At least, she thought it was in her head. But by the baffled look on the woman’s face, it was safe to assume she said that out loud. Clearing her throat and looking for a way out of her blunder, Luna chose her words carefully, “That’s… a wonderful idea….” She smiled sheepishly.

       Marnie’s eyes lit up, her smile beaming, “Really? You’d take her in? That’s wonderful!” Looking down at the dog, she said in an almost sing-song voice, “You hear that girl? You’re going to be living here now!”

       Taking a closer look at the dog, she seemed quite young. She seemed shy, hiding behind Marnie, but her wagging tail gave away just how excited she must have been to meet new people. It made Luna’s heart swell. She had always wanted a pet, but her mother never allowed it. Said it’d distract from her studies. Even after she moved out on her own, obviously pets weren’t allowed in the school dorms. And when she moved out of there and into a one-bedroom apartment, there was an extra fee for pets. But even if she wanted one, she was almost never at her apartment. Too busy working a thankless job that kept her too busy to even eat dinner.

       Getting down on one knee, Luna scratched the dog under her chin, and gave her a smile, “Hey there girl.” She cooed, “I’m going to take great care of you, I promise.”

       “What are you going to name her?” Marnie asked.

       Looking over the dog, Luna liked the way the sun captured her soft fur. It almost reminded her of—

       “Honey…” She had blurted out loud without realizing it. She broke out of her trance at the sound of a clap.

       “That’s perfect!” Marnie exclaimed, “I’ll just leave little Honey in your care.” Marnie’s smile grew warm, “Don’t be afraid to give me a call if you need anything. Don’t be a stranger, okay?” She waved goodbye before leaving. Luna waved back, and once Marnie was out of her sight, panic settled in. She’d never taken care of a dog before! She doesn’t have food, or a collar, or a bed or—

       Deep breaths Luna! You’ve got this! She took one more look at Honey, who only looked at her with curiosity, her tail wagging behind her. Luna looked down and realized she was still in her PJs. She decided, before anything, she should probably get washed up and dressed.

Once Luna was dressed and ready, she decided to go into town to buy pet supplies. Her first stop was at Pierre’s, but unfortunately, it wasn’t open. It was then that she remembered it was a Wednesday and Pierre never seemed to be open on a Wednesday. A feeling of dread chilled her spin when she remembered her only other option. No, no, no, no, no! She never wanted to step foot in another Joja Mart for as long as she lived! Perhaps she could go to a pet shop in the city? But a simple trip to Zuzu from Pelican Town was an all-day affair, and she really didn’t want to leave her new pup at home for longer then she had to. Swallowing her fear and pride, she reluctantly made her way to the JojaMart. The walk felt long like she was wearing ankle weights. Just this once, she kept repeating to herself. It’s not like you’ll run into anyone you know.

       “Welcome!” Luna was greeted by an all too familiar voice the moment she entered the store. Slowly turning her head to the source, she recognized it was Morris. “May I interest you in a JojaMart Membership?” He gave her that smile that always made her uncomfortable. Luna had taken to calling it the Joja-Smile because it always felt so manufactured and fake and almost everyone who worked there seemed to have it.

       “Um,” She backed up a bit and turned her head in the opposite direction, in hopes that he didn’t catch her face, “No thanks. Just here for pet supplies.” Did he… not recognize her? Sure, that was understandable. Not like she was the secretary of his boss or anything. Funny how before she was hoping that she wouldn’t be recognized, but now that she isn’t being recognized she couldn’t help but feel just a little offended.

       Before Morris could say anymore, Luna broke away from the counter and made her way down the aisle. The sooner she stopped talking to that man, the better. She didn’t really know the layout of the store; mostly just wondering in hopes she’d find the aisle she was looking for. So focused on the task at hand, she hadn’t noticed the person behind her before bumping right into them. She turned around, an apology at the tip of her tongue, but her words were lost when she saw the face of the latest victim of her clumsiness.

       “Sam?”

       The man in front of her shot her the brightest smile she had ever seen; it practically rivaled the sun. Sam had been one of the first people in town to introduce themselves to her. Well, other then Mayor Lewis and Robin, the local carpenter. However, unlike Lewis and Robin, Sam was close to her age, so he felt easier to talk to. It helped that he was so kind and talkative. With that said, Luna wasn’t expecting someone so vibrant to be working at someplace as soulless as a JojaMart of all places.

       “Luna?” He removed his headphones, and eyed her curiously, “What are you doing here?”

       “I’m…” She looked away a bit embarrassed. To think she was originally worried about running into someone from Joja HQ (as unlikely as that even was), but for some odd reason, it never crossed her mind that she’d run into someone from town. “I’m here looking for pet supplies.”

       “Pet supplies?” Sam raised an eyebrow at her questionably, “I didn’t know you had a pet!”

       “Yup.” Said Luna, “Just got her today. Marnie found her and asked me to take care of her.”

       “Aww,” Sam cooed, “Yeah, that sounds like Marnie.” He motioned for her to follow him as he led her down the aisle. “C’mon, I’ll show you the way!” The two walked together in silence, with nothing but the dull store music to fill the stillness. That’s until Sam, clearing this throat, broke the quiet, “So…” Sam’s voice was laced with amused curiosity, “What kind of pet do you have?”

       “A dog.” Luna answered, “And her name is Honey.”

       “That’s so cute!” Sam almost sounded more excited than her, “When my shift’s over, think I could come over to meet her?”

       “Sure thing!”

       Sam had led them right to the pet aisle, “Ta-da!” He exclaimed; hands outstretched to show her they’ve arrived at their destination.

       “Thanks, Sam.” She smiled to show her gratitude before giving the supplies a once over. She’d need a leash and a collar, Luna thought. Dog food of course, and a bed. Oh right, two bowls! Maybe some toys? 

       She’d collected everything she thought she’d need to care for her new furry companion before meeting up with Sam again.

       “Got everything you need?” He asked, eyeing her selection.

       Luna bit her lip, “I… I think so?” She said, but she was so unsure, her voice went up, making her statement sound more like a question.

       “Don’t worry about it.” Sam said nonchalantly, “I’m sure you’ve got everything. Want to go check out?”

       With a simple nod, the two slowly walked together, making their way to the checkout area. Placing her items on the conveyor belt, Luna watched as Sam scanned them.

       “So, Luna,” Sam said, scanning and bagging without missing a beat, “Me, Seb, and Abby meet up at the Saloon every Friday to play pool. We were wondering if you weren’t too busy if maybe you’d like to join us?”

       “You sure?” Luna scrunched up her nose, eyeing Sam suspiciously, “I wouldn’t want to intrude—”

       But Sam wasn’t having it. He simply waved her off, “It’s fine. You’re cool. Besides,” He handed her bags to her along with her receipt, “Abby and Seb seem to like you.”

       Seb? Oh, “Sebastian?” Luna questioned, “I don’t know about that. I mean, I did bruise his face.” Luna couldn’t help but wince as the words left her mouth. No matter how much time had passed, she still felt really embarrassed whenever she thought about it.

       Sam just laughed at that, “Nah, it’s fine. I think he’s kind of over it?”

       Luna couldn’t help the snort that escaped her, “What do you mean, ‘kind of’? He hates me, doesn’t he?”

       “Trust me,” Sam chuckled, “I don’t think he hates you.”

       “ ’I don’t think’?” Luna repeated, trying and failing to hide a mischievous smile, “So, you’re not sure?” She couldn’t help but tease.

       “You know what? I’m just going to stop talking.” Sam rolled his eyes, but Luna didn’t miss the playfulness of it. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want,” He reassured her, “But it’ll be fun if you do!”

       Fun huh? Come to think of it, Luna couldn’t remember the last time she hung out with a group of people her age. Was it senior year of high school? Or perhaps her freshmen year of college maybe? And even then, she wasn’t a part of the group. Not really. People never invited her, not personally anyway. She was only there because they invited her twin sister, Lola. And because Luna and Lola were practically attached to the hip, Luna was usually only invited out of obligation. The idea that someone was inviting her to hang out with their group of friends because they enjoyed her company—and her company alone—felt… nice.

       “What time?”

       “Wait,” Sam seemed sincerely surprised, “You’ll come?”

       “I didn’t say that.” Luna gave a playful eye roll, “But— hypothetically—if I did want to come… what time?”

       “We usually meet up around 4 on Fridays.” Sam gave her one of his bright smiles, “Hope to see you there!" Sam winked, " ‘Hypothetically,' of course.” 

       With a wave and a smile, Luna took her bags and exited the store. Finally, she felt like she could breathe a lot easier outside of the JojaMart. Perhaps she was just being melodramatic, but there was just something about Joja’s atmosphere that felt suffocating. Like there was a thick smog around the building that did nothing but suck the life out of anyone who entered. Taking in the scents of spring with a deep breath to clear her thoughts, Luna began her stroll home.

(Chapter 5)

[azozzoni]

I am just going to inundate you with content today. Sorry.

*

Elia shouldn’t have been there, shouldn’t have still been sitting on the old, decrepit couch plopped down on the side of the hill as the sun set in the distance. He should have left when Martino and Gio had, half an hour ago, shouldn’t have opted to stay behind and light a joint all by himself.

The joint was halfway gone already, and Elia could feel it in his lungs, a gentle buzz on his skin as he took another draw and exhaled slowly.

A breeze rustled the grass on the hillside, glowing in the orange of the setting sun over the city. Flicking at the joint, Elia sighed. The truth of it was, he’d rather be here than at home where his dad had decided to get remarried to a woman his mother hated. If it wasn’t listening to his mom complain about Gabriella, it was his dad calling his mom all sorts of names and accusing her of being a frigid bitch.

Either way, Elia didn’t want to go to either of their houses, which meant he was stuck on this hill, watching the joint burn down between his fingers.

“Hey.”

A voice behind him made him turn, frowning slightly at Filippo coming toward the couch.

“What are you doing here?” Elia asked as Filippo rounded the couch and flopped down beside him.

Reaching over, Filippo took the joint from Elia’s fingers and took a drag before replying.

“Marti texted me. Said you were acting weird.”

Rolling his eyes, Elia didn’t say anything for a moment. It wasn’t any of Martino’s business if Elia didn’t want to tell him about his family problems. He certainly didn’t need to tell Filippo. 

“Marti should mind his own business,” Elia said, and Filippo smiled slightly, handing the joint back.

“You’re his friend. You are his business.”

Elia couldn’t really argue that, so he frowned instead and crossed his arms, gazing out over the waving grass. The sun had sunk below the horizon, the sky shot with pink and blue as the city lights popped on.

As they sat there, Filippo didn’t ask what was wrong. Elia knew he wouldn’t--not until Elia broke down and said something. Filippo was always waiting for Elia to make his decisions.

“Maybe I should text Nico,” Elia said finally. “Tell him Marti needs to get laid. See how he likes that.”

Filippo smiled, scooting over so their thighs were pressed together, so he could press a kiss to Elia’s temple. It used to confuse Elia, how easily Filippo gave affection--a hug here, a hand squeezing his arm, a kiss on the cheek in greeting--but it had all made sense the night Elia had realized he wanted it to be more.

“I bet he’d like that just fine,” Filippo said with a little laugh. “Sometimes a good fuck is all you need to feel better.”

Elia wasn’t sure it would make a difference in this case, but he didn’t say so.

It wasn’t that Filippo didn’t know about his family, about his divorced parents and how much they still managed to fight even when they didn’t live together anymore. It wasn’t something Elia talked to the guys about, not really. They all saw him as the happy-go-lucky idiot friend with no problems at all. Elia kind of liked it that way.

Finishing off the joint, Elia crushed what was left under his shoe, shoving back his hair and sighing as twilight fell around them. He knew he should say something to reassure Filippo that he was fine, that he hadn’t needed to come all the way out here to talk about Marti getting laid.

“Eleonora’s gone this weekend,” Filippo said after a long minute, fingers playing with the back of Elia’s hair. “Edoardo came home so they’re going to some romantic cabin somewhere.”

Glancing over, Elia knew why Filippo was saying it, especially when Filippo smiled at him.

“And what are you going to do with an empty apartment all weekend?”

Filippo paused thoughtfully, fingers sliding down Elia’s neck. “Order way too much sushi, marathon all five seasons of Queer As Folk at full volume, see if my boyfriend wants to come over for blowjobs on the balcony.”

Elia couldn’t help smiling this time, meeting Filippo’s gaze. “Sounds like a great weekend.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes you need to blow off some steam,” Filippo said simply. “And if you don’t want to talk about what’s wrong, you can still feel better another way.”

Frowning, Elia glanced out over the city lights, obscuring any stars they might be able to see from out here.

“It has nothing to do with you,” he said finally, as if Filippo needed the reassurance.

“Good to know,” Filippo said, squeezing Elia’s neck.

He didn’t really want to talk about it, about his parents and their problems that never seemed to go away, how he always seemed to get stuck in the middle of their fights, expected to take a side. He’d rather stay here with Filippo, Filippo’s fingers combing through his hair, leaning against his shoulder and pretending, just for a moment, that things were normal.

“What are you doing tonight?” Elia asked as the silence fell between them, the breeze in the grass dying down now that the sun had disappeared and the sky turned dusty blue.

“Apparently I’m sitting on a gross old couch with my dumbass boyfriend and watching the sunset over the city.”

Elia felt the corners of his mouth quirk into a smile as he shook his head. “If I’m a dumbass, you’re one for liking me.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Filippo said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re not even that cute.”

“Liar.”

Filippo shrugged vaguely, but he pulled Elia’s chin to face him. “Maybe.”

Filippo’s lips were always soft when he kissed Elia, a comfort somehow as Filippo held him close, didn’t let him go as Elia’s heart swelled, skipped a beat as if it knew he was safe here.

“It’s just my shitty parents,” Elia murmured when the kiss broke, but Filippo shook his head, cradling Elia’s neck.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to.”

Biting his lip, Elia sighed. Filippo was right, and he felt relief as Filippo said it, smiled at Elia in that simple way that always made Elia realize that Filippo really did like him. It was always a surprise ripple in his stomach.

“Want to get dinner?” he asked after a moment instead, and Filippo nodded.

“Yeah, let’s get dinner.”

But they didn’t rise immediately from the couch, Elia sinking into Filippo’s side as Filippo’s arm fell over his shoulders and they watched the city twinkle below them.

[glenncoco4]

Une histoire d’amor

Inspired by grandpa’s story in Passport to Paris. Rated T

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September 4, 1945 - Paris, France

He turns the corner and immediately comes into contact with something rather someone. “I’m sorry-“ Whatever he was about to say dies at his lips when he turns to apologize and is met with the most gorgeous pair of mismated eyes that he’s ever seen. “I’m sorry, ma’am”

“In a bit of a hurry, are we?” She readjust her olive service uniform that matches right along with his. Turning her attention from her unharmed attire, Kensi looks up and is met with the most mesmerizingly perfect blue eyes. 

“Sor-sorry.”

She sees the turmoil in his eyes that’s carefully hidden underneath his jovial veneer. Eyes that have been on the frontlines of the battle field, that have seen unimaginable carnage on the battle field day after day, she knows because she sees the aftermath of what happens out there. “It’s okay.”

The clean cut blonde offers his hand to her, doing his best not to make an idiot out of himself. “I’m Marty Deeks. Most of the guys call me Deeks or Marty-Mar. My first name’s really Martin but you probably already got that from the Marty thing. I don’t really like it but my mama gave it to me and well-“ He stops at the sight of her trying to bite back a smile. 

“You sure do like to babble.”

“I may have been told that a time or two.”

She lets out a laugh. Not one of those fake laughs but a real genuine laugh. He decides right then and there that he has to know her. He has to know everything about this beautiful yet mysterious woman. 

Kensi takes his offered hand and tries to ignore the electricity that surges through her body at his touch. “Kensi Blye.”

“So, Kensi, have you ever had ice cream as you walk across Pont d’léna?”

“I have actually.”

“Oh.”

“Once you take me.”

He nods his head and smiles in understanding. A smile that just about turns her legs into jelly. Dear lord is she in trouble. “Awesome.”

A blush rises to her cheeks as he offers her his arm. She threads her hand through and rests it on his very muscular bicep without a second thought, which is very unlike her. The brunette sends up a silent thank you to whoever made her miss her bus to the airport this morning because something tells her what’s happening right now is a beautiful product of a horrible situation. 

XXXX

He slowly opens his eyes as the morning light streams in. His hand immediately reaches out to the spot next to him but is met with empty sheets. Marty’s eyes scan the Parisian hotel room knowing she’s not far. The first thing his baby blues land on is her form, turns out he doesn’t have to do much scanning after all. There she is, standing out on the balcony looking out across at the Eiffel Tower taking his breath away like she has been ever since they met four days ago. “Hey, you. Why aren’t you next to me?”

She turns around a soft smile on her face at the sound of his voice and the adorable pout of his lips. “How can you afford this?”

“I may know a few people.”

Marty sits up, resting against the headboard as his eyes darken watching her walk back into the room and towards him letting the bed sheet that she was using to cover her bare form fall to the ground. 

“Okay, I may have rescued the owner’s son out in the field.”

She finds her place back next to him in bed and props herself up on her arms, dragging one of her fingers across his bare chest in a soothing motion. “So what made you enlist?” 

“Mainly to get out from under my dad’s thumb and I wanted to do my part. But-“

“But what?”

“I think there’s definitely a bigger reason now.”

“What’s that?”

“I was suppose to enlist so that I could find you.” He feels her body stiffen and the motion of her finger on his bare skin stop. Realizing his words might be too much too soon for her he quickly switches tactics. “What about you, miss trauma nurse? What made you enlist? Wait do nurses enlist?”

She sees what he’s doing. He thinks he over stepped because of her immediate reaction. Truth is she was shocked at his confession for like a second before his words went right to her heart, sending an unknown warmth through her body. “Kinda. Ours is more of an applying type of situation.” 

“Well whatever it was, I’m glad you did it.”

“Me too.” Kensi leans forward connecting their lips in what starts out a soft kiss but quickly turns to want and desire. 

He pulls the covers back and she immediately straddles his thighs, brining her heat that much closer to joining his stiffing memeber. His arms go around her waist as he pulls her closer into his body. 

Feeling his eyes on her she look down and is met with an all too familiar look in his eyes, one she has yet to define. That is until she hears the next set of words leave his lips. “I love you, Kensi.”

She’s about to open her mouth to respond but before she can his lips find home on her olive toned breast. Her head tilts back as he begins to suck and nip at her nipple sending her into a state of ecstasy. 

His mouth continues its onslaught of kisses and bites to her flesh earning him a set of delicious moans coming from the beautiful woman that he’s quickly fallen for. 

“I love you.”

He’s not even sure he hears correctly but once he pulls back from his ministrations to her breast and sees the unwavering look of love shining in her eyes he knows that’s exactly what she said. 

She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing her lips to his running her tongue across his bottom lip asking for entrance. Tongues begin to duel and he quickly flips them hovering above her as they show each other exactly how much they mean those words. 

XXXX

She stares at their intertwined fingers as they take their seats on the small boat. Her mind flashes to the man that’s sitting right next to her and the past 10 days that they’ve spend together. The kisses they’ve shared, the love that they made and the talks that lasted all night are the things that will be in her heart forever. What she’ll hold onto forever. 

They both knew that it was inevitable - their separation. Tonight’s their last night here, their last night together. Tomorrow she’ll head back to North Carolina and he back to California. It took a war to bring them together and it’ll be a different kinda war once they say goodbye. 

He’s making tonight special not that every night since they’ve met hasn’t been special but this is it- the finale. His eyes look around at the scenery of Paris at dusk. He feels her squeeze his hand, drawing his attention away from the calculation going on in his head.

Kensi watches his brow furrow as if he’s trying to calculate something in his head. She’s seen it once or twice before and is already cataloged in her head. That’s one of the things she loves most about him, his facial expressions. He’s very theatrical. She’s never met anyone quite like him and she probably never will again. She squeezes his hand reassuring herself that he’s still with her right now in this moment. 

Marty turns to looks at her and immediately sees the sadness in her eyes. She tries to hide it with a smile but he knows her and knows the inevitability that’s running around in that beautiful mind of hers. It’s been running around in his mind too. 

She relaxes into his side as he wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders. This is where she feels most safe. In her 25 years this is the safest that she’s ever felt - in his arms. “I love you.”

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, sighing in contentment at the feel of her body snuggled into his and her arms wrapped around his waist. “I love you, too.”

They sit in the comfortable silence as the boat moves down the Seine River. 

It’s about 10 minutes and they’re slowly passing the Eiffel Tower when he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small envelope. 

She lets her arms fall from around his waist and watches as he opens it and turns it onto it’s side until something slides out onto his palm. 

The blonde solider looks up from his hand and towards the brunette nurse trying to gage her reaction and the only word that comes to mind is shock. She finally looks up at him, tears now glistening in her mismatched chocolate orbs. 

“I know this is crazy and we’ve only known each other for a week but it’s been the best week of my life. The moment I looked into your eyes you had my heart, Kensi. You are so special and beautiful and amazing and badass. I love you. It’s been a week and I’m already so deeply in love with you that this is the only thing that makes sense. Kensi Marie Blye, will you marry me?”

She can’t speak. A time when she needs to speak most she’s at a loss for words. This is furthest thing from what she expected to happen tonight. 

He knows this is a big step….a gigantic step, but it feels right. As he sits and waits for her answer he takes in the emotions that cross her face. From shock to confusion to elation to tears. Wait, tears? “Sweetheart, why are you crying?” 

“I thought you were saying goodbye.” She gives him a sad smile at just the thought and leans into his touch as he wipes the tears from her cheek. 

“Saying goodbye? That would mean that I won’t see you for awhile or ever again and I’m never leaving you, not if I can help it.”

Once she’s finally able to process what he’s asking a contagious laugh escapes her mouth and she nods profusely. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

He jumps up in excitement but is quickly reprimanded by a boat crew member. 

She laughs at the grimace that crosses his face as he quickly sits back down and places the simple gold band with a solitaire diamond on her finger. Bringing her hand towards his face, she cups his jaw and rubs her thumb back and forth across his cheek in a soothing motion. She leans forward and connects her lips with her fiancé’s. Her fiancé. 

When air becomes scarce they pull back and she leans back into his embrace as his arm finds its place around her shoulders once again. “So where do you wanna live? North Carolina or California?”

She reaches for his hand, intertwining their perfectly interlocking fingers. “Well I’ve never been to Los Angeles before.”

[ceasarslegion]

Hey! I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the positive response to my little John Hughes-inspired/parental issues/teen drama Back to the Future fanfic ;-; I really wasn’t expecting it to gain this much traction in such a short time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lured in readers who aren’t even in this fandom AAAAA??!!

Since I get most if not all of my writing inspiration from music I listen to while out on my daily walks and daydreaming, I thought I’d make a playlist for songs that inspired the events/themes of and remind me of Hard to Breathe! There’s a couple sprinkled in that kind of foreshadow later events so be aware of that if you wanna avoid implied lyrical spoilers

The Orion Experience: There’s No Love in February

Well I spend my days still searchin' for ya/You took my heart to California/Stuck with the winter in New York City/There's no love in February/Everyday I get further away from the love that we had/Where did it all go bad?/No don't think I'll get out of bed today 'cause the sky is a permanent shade of grey/And it's not like I'm getting any younger, no those days are gone forever/And I never even got a chance to try/Where's the love that can make it all go away/Where were you when I needed to hear you say…

Hawthorne Heights: Hard to Breathe

I spent my summers catching fireflies/The part that flickered bright had just now died/My innocence stopped making sense/I've got no place left to hide/Where were you when I needed you the most?/When it got dark and I got cold/You were never there when I got home/The streetlights sing just like a curse/You only seem to make things worse/Now it's getting hard to breathe/The streetlights sing me fast asleep

Autoheart: Lent

It’s impossible to pin-point/You were like a fat joint/I cannot remember/You back in November/Never gonna allocate/All of this dark hate/Stuck in the middle/Middle of it/Give it up/Give it up/Give it up for lent/Take a break/Pack it in/Take it out to the bin/Isn’t it counterfeit?/Take a hit/A little bit/Wasn’t it not worth it/I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna I don’t wanna even know/Why you haven’t even sold our band of gold/Isn’t it counterfeit?/Take a hit A little bit/Wasn’t it not worth it

Young the Giant: Cough Syrup

If I could find a way to see this straight, I'd run away/To some fortune that I, I should have found by now/And so I run to the things they said could restore me/Restore life the way should be/I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down/Life's too short to even care at all/I'm losing my mind/losing my mind/losing control

(this one’s music video is what actually inspired a lot of the ways I built on Marty’s home life. And it’s just... one of my favourite music videos ever. I wrote a whole article on cinematic MVs way back when I was still a film columnist just to talk about this one) The Shins: Simple Song

I know that things can really get rough when you go it alone/Don't go thinking you gotta be tough, to play like a stone/Could be there's nothing else in our lives so critical/As this little hole/Well this will be a simple song /To say what you've done/I told you about all those years /And away they did run/You sure must be strong/And you feel like an ocean/Being warmed by the sun

Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag (real classics hours)

Man I feel like mould/It's prom night and I am lonely/Lo and behold/She's walking over to me/This must be fake/My lip starts to shake/How does she know who I am?/And why does she give a damn about me?

Talking Heads: Once In A Lifetime (this song will have great significance in a later chapter)

And you may ask yourself/How do I work this?/And you may ask yourself/Where is that large automobile?/And you may tell yourself/This is not my beautiful house!/And you may tell yourself/This is not my beautiful wife!/Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down/Letting the days go by, water flowing underground/Into the blue again after the money's gone/Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

R.E.M.: It’s the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

Six o'clock, T.V. hour, don't get caught in foreign tower/Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn/Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting/Every motive escalate, automotive incinerate/Light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down/Watch your heel crush, crush, uh oh/This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear/A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies/Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline/It's the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)/It's the end of the world as we know it (I had some time alone)/It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine (time I had some time alone)/I feel fine (I feel fine)

Please no one shit-talk me for revealing I named this ambitious-ass fic after a Hawthorne Heights song I am doing my best