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Pups thinks Iâm mad at him and ignoring him and itâs breaking my heart đ„Č
#he just start choking and choking anytime I give him attention cause heâs happy and get excited#and I break down crying everytime I look in his eyes#so iâm just like petting his head a little and talking to him in a normal voice (not the usually baby voice)#and he look at me like I donât love him anymore đ#but at least heâs okay now he hasnât choked again and heâs sleeping#he also took his pills so i donât have to worry about that#this feeling is exhausting#my dad wanted to go with him somewhere and maybe tonight#but idk if we should live him alone Iâm scared that he has a seizure when we come back cause he get to excitedâŠ.#heâs breathing fine though and his heart beats normally (well as normally as his does) so idk why he choke đ#my mom forgot to tell the vet last time even though I repeat it to her so many timesâŠ#i think we should go call them but we have no money right now for the vet if they wanna see us we just went not even 2 weeks ago#alex.txt#tw sick pet#tw sick animal#tw negative
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Guilty
Paring(s): JJ maybank x fem!reader
Summary: it didn't matter that she did everything for him. it didn't matter that she loved him. insecurities ruin a great thing, love can't fix these problems
Authors note: angsty angsty angsty, bad JJ
Song rec: grave by tate mccrae
Part 2: Wanted
Perfect.
Everything had to be perfect.Â
The perfect dress. The perfect makeup. The perfect boy.Â
The past several days were borderline catastrophic with JJ getting arrested for sinking Topperâs boat. I begged and pleaded with my parents to help me get him out, promising them anything they wanted. They asked for the one thing I couldnât give them. JJ.Â
And yet, I said yes. I said yes because the thought of him sitting in a cell all alone, stuck with nothing but his thoughts made my stomach turn. Heâs always thought that nobody needed him. Maybe that was something his drunken father drilled into him but it was far from the truth. I needed him.
Everything had spun out of control and it all started the minute I met JJ Maybank. But I wouldnât trade it for the world. Being with him was like walking for the first time. Nerve wracking yet exhilarating--freeing. Â
My life before him was just that, a life. Everything revolved around being the perfect little daughter to my parents. Debutantes, charity dinners, polo matches, and country clubs filled my schedule to the brim but they were rarely there. My mother was running a successful fashion line, working on her latest release while my father was a shark in the courtroom. While I loved every second of splurging on clothes, lavish trips to Europe, brunch at my favorite restaurant, I was missing something. I always felt like something was missing in a world where I had everything.Â
Thatâs not to say Iâm ungrateful for every opportunity my position and family has afforded me. But when you spend enough time with people you realize are only conversing with you for money or to step on you to increase their social capital, nothing seems genuine.Â
Everything interaction was superficial and it became isolating. But with JJ, each and every moment we shared was intimate and unfeigned.Â
He taught me how to surf the swells he spent hours in daily. I learned the slight touch of hand in the art of being a mild kleptomaniac. After several failed attempts and many loud complaints, I could finally balance on his dirt bike.Â
None of these moments could be bought with money and maybe thatâs why I cherished them so much. I cherished them so greatly that I refused to let them go.
And in turn, I couldnât let him go. Despite the ever growing distance that's wedged itself between us the moment he was released from jail. Maybe it was a pride thing, or maybe it could have been the condescending jabs my dad threw his way, but JJ had pulled away.Â
My father's threats to revoke the bail money hung heavy above our heads. So tonight, I was going to try and change that. I needed to bridge the gap that had us so far apart. Midsummers was how I was going to achieve that.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and held it for several seconds to calm my racing heart. I open them slowly, dragging my gaze along my reflection on the floor length mirror at the entrance to the club. A silky number drapes my dainty figure in the softest brush of yellow with threaded pearls as straps. Ivory satin Jimmy Choo heels from their latest collection decorated my feet.Â
The familiar rumble of a truck had a grin pulling at the corners of my lips. My parents were somewhere in the building, having been on the board and needed to sign off on some last minute details.Â
I didnât mind the constant abandonment. The loneliness that once clung to me had slowly evaporated the moment JJ entered my world.Â
Grabbing my Chrsitian Dior clutch, I headed for the entrance of the Island Club. A familiar mass of shaggy blonde hair had my feet moving quicker. The minute his face came into view I knew something was wrong.Â
His lips were tight in a grim line as he continuously shook his head. I quickened my steps, apologizing swiftly to several people who were trying to get my attention.Â
âIâm sorry, sir. Are you a member here?â
âWell, no, but my girlfriend-.âÂ
âThen Iâm afraid you're going to have to turn back around. This is a private club.â
âListen dude, my girlfriend invited me and-â
âSir, you need to get back into your vehicle before I call security.â The coordinator, who went by Ryan, dismissed JJ without a second glance.
JJâs eyes narrowed. âIf youâd let me speak-â
âThis is private property.â
âBro, calm down. Youâre not protecting the president.â JJ huffed, shoving his hands into his pocket. His cheeks tinted a slight red which had my blood boiling.Â
He was person. Period. One that didn't deserve to be treated like that especially in such a public setting. I was livid at the thought of Ryan managing to make JJ feel embarrassed.Â
âYouâre not a member-â
âNo, but I am.â I snapped coming to a stop beside him, causing the event coordinator to rear his head back in surprise.
âHey, baby. â The familiar pull of his voice coated me like the warmest honey. A smirk tugged at his lips at the obvious irritation on my face.Â
Pausing to give JJ my attention, I placed a soft kiss on his lips and pushed back a wild strand of blonde hair. âHi.â
The smile he gave me was like a sudden beam of light that hit me square in the chest.Â
âI am so sorry. I didnât realize he was with you-â
âAdd JJ Maybank to my member account,â My words were sharp and left little room for argument, though they were dripping with the sickeningly sweet tone I mastered at the young age of twelve. âConsider yourself up to date.â
âIâll get it done.â With that, Ryan tipped his head and left quickly.Â
I bristled once more, muttering under my breath, âDick.â My chest was heavy with guilt at his treatment, wondering if this was actually a good idea. I gnawed at my bottom lip nervously. Â
This was not how I wanted our night to start.Â
âIâve never been a member before.â
Not bothering to conceal my giggle, I turned around and allowed my eyes to drift over every inch of JJ. The black suit I bought him was fitted and hugged every muscle in a way that had my stomach clenching.Â
Sun kissed hands reached for me the moment I was within his reach. My arms wrap around the mass of lean muscles, my nose buried in his neck. Taking a deep breath, salt and sex wax filled my senses and I let myself relax.Â
Home. He felt like home.
âYou look very handsome.â
A rumble left his chest. âMy sugar mama bought it for me.â
Hiding my face in his chest, a loud laugh slipped past my lips. JJ shushed me almost immediately, âPeople are looking. We canât have them thinking weâre together.â
I pulled away, trying to keep a straight face at his antics. âWe are together.â
âShit, we are?â He held out his hand, amusement and mischief dancing in his eyes. âMy sugar mama canât find out or sheâll cut me off.â
How could I not love him when he made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt?
I hit his arm with my purse in mock outrage before taking his hand while his other touched my bare back. The feel of his rough calloused hands from all his hard work has me suck in a breath. Those rough hard hands knew my body intimately, inside and out.Â
âDo that again and Iâm finding the nearest bathroom.â JJ leaned down, his lips brushing against the top of my ear.Â
A clearing of the throat had us both turning our heads. My father stood there with a stoic face, his eyes promising retribution later.Â
Looking at my father directly in the eye, I place my arm in the crook of his, lacing us together.Â
âI see you brought a friend.â The last word is spoken with clear disdain.Â
My grip on JJâs arm tightened. âI brought my boyfriend.â
âWeâll talk about this later.âÂ
As if theyâd actually be home, I thought but decided to keep that to myself.
Deciding that this entire conversation was pointless, I was dragging JJ away from the pair when my father grabbed JJ, whispering something in his ear.
My stomach shrunk and apprehension filled me as the light look of JJâs face fell, replaced with a flat look and hardened eyes.Â
âDuly noted, sir.â His mouth curled in a sarcastic snark.Â
I shot my father a disappointed look. Curling myself into JJâs side, my arm wrapped around his waist and I tugged us into the party. âIgnore him, please.â
âAlready forgotten, princess.â
My eyes watch his face for any sign of distress, but find nothing. Guilt ebbed aways at my walls.
âLetâs go find Mr. Adams. He owns a chain of surf shops. Iâm sure if we schmooze him, we can get you a solid job or maybe even a board.â I tossed him a wink that had him grinning.Â
âI like the way you think. Lead the way, gorgeous.â
Despite his hand on my back, all the warmth we had a mere moments ago was gone. I couldnât help but notice the small distance he kept between us. One that didnât exist until my father opened his mouth.Â
Several hours later, the sun had begun to set and a cool breeze now caressed my bare back. I embraced the cool breeze due to the several glasses of champagne I had.Â
Despite my love for the warm buzz it gave me, it did little for my bladder. âIâll be right back.â
His eyes widened in alarm. âYou canât leave me here with these people.â
I smothered my laugh with my hand. âDid you want to come with me?â
âTo the bathroom? Kinky, Iâm in.â JJ responded, clutching my hand in his before expertly pulling us through the crowd.Â
Nothing could peel off the cheesy smile that bore my face. Despite the slight hiccup at the beginning of the night, JJ charmed most of the members with his charm and humor. I was hoping with some networking, I could help JJ get some security. I believed he was capable of doing just about anything. He had such determination and never let failure keep him down.Â
JJ knew how to hussle and I wanted everyone to see his potential, even if at times he didnât see it himself.Â
My heels clicked along the granite floor, our hands swinging in the air. A shriek escaped my lips as JJ twirls me around, my dress swishing around my ankles. âGorgeous.â He puffed out his cheeks, his gaze boring into mine.
Our matching grins were nothing short of radiant. Being with him was easy in a world filled with difficult people.Â
âWell this is disgusting.â
JJ went rigid. That wouldnât have concerned me if he hadnât muttered panicked curses under his breath. âIf someone says one more thing to me..â
JJ never let Rafe intimidate him before but for some reason JJ seemed a little more hesitant with this exchange. Realization dawned on me. The boat. Fuck.Â
I let my hands fall while rolling my eyes and turning to face Rafe. There he stood in all his stuck up glory, not a hair out of place and his suit neatly pressed. He looked every bit of a country member as one could possibly be with the light blue suit paired with a white undershirt and blue bow tie, brown dress shoes on his feet.Â
âDonât you have another line to snort?â I asked.
Sure, Rafe was conventionally attractive, if you didnât pay attention to the blown pupils and the constant brush of his nose or the foggy look in his eyes.Â
JJ snickered beside me, his hand softly tapping my ass twice in support.Â
âJJ, go get me a drink.â Rafe cocked his head.
âIâm actually a member here now.â JJ responded, his hand caressed my cheek softly.
Shocked painted Rafeâs face. âThatâs not poss-â
Kelce and Topper stood beside him, both in colored pressed suits as well. They kind of looked like the-âYou powerpuff girls have fun.â JJ said with a crooked smile and a tip of the hat.
He seized me by the wrist and strode over to the exit. Relief at his plan to avoid a fight was fleeting at Rafeâs next words.
âIf I knew a trailer home and food stamps was all it took for you to open your legs, I would have tried a long time ago.â
JJ jerked around in seconds, ripping out of my grip. He stalked towards Rafe, drawing his arm back before connecting with his jaw.Â
A shout passed my lips, my hands covering my mouth in horror as JJ struck Rafe twice more, one blow hitting him directly on the nose. Blood began to gush out of Rafeâs nose, staining his dress shirt a deep crimson. âSay that shit again. Say it.â
Rafe let out a mirthless laugh, his lips pulled at the sides revealing his red stained teeth. âOnce a pogue, always a pogue. Isnât that right, JJ?â
Kelce jumped into action, his arm wrapping around JJâs neck, pulling him off a Rafe into an effective headlock. Thatâs when I noticed two more hulking figures and suddenly we were surrounded.Â
âFive on one, Rafe? Really?â JJ choked out, tugging at Kelceâs arm.Â
Without thinking, I walked behind Kelce and slammed the metal clasp of the bag against the side of his head. Once. Twice. Three times. âLet go of him!âÂ
Kelce let out a yelp and jerked back, causing his grip on JJ to loosen just enough for him to get free. I went towards him in an instant, but he pushed me behind him as he surveyed the remaining men in front of us.Â
Whispers dragged my attention from the scene in front of me as I locked eyes with several members who had poked their heads into the locker area. Shit, this really wasnât good. I needed to get JJ out of here as soon as possible. I didnât want to give my father any more ammunition against him.Â
Clutching his arm, I tugged him once more towards the exit. I could hear more activity outside the locker room which had me pulling at him harder. I wasnât going to let Rafe make him look bad in front of all these influential people. Over my dead body.Â
âPeople are coming. We have to go.â
His chest rose and fell with quick breaths, his steele blue gaze not leaving Rafeâs.
âIâm serious. For me, JJ, please?â My final plea seemed to have pulled him out of his angry haze. Without wasting a second, he let me pull him further and further away from the group. Lacing his hand in mine, I made quick work of fixing his suit and his hair, pressing soft kisses as I went.Â
âWhenever youâre done slumming it, you know where I am.â Rafe called out from behind us, earning us enough leers from fellow members.Â
He tore his hand from mine. âFuck this.âÂ
Apprehension coursed through me.
I could feel the storm brewing with each step he took. I trailed behind, my small steps nothing to his long strides. Rafe hit a nerve. One that JJ refused to acknowledge and let fester for months now. It was the elephant in the room any time I offered to pay anything at all. It bothered him, all the money my family had.
âIgnore him, Jayj.â I called out from behind him but his steps never faltered. âRafe was just trying to get a reaction out of you.â
I could hear the soft melody of the music drifting over the wind from the party that was supposed to fix all our problems. Perhaps I was sticking a bandaid on a gaping wound.Â
His shoulders were tense as he stopped a couple feet in front of me, shaking his head. Nerves had my stomach in knots. I only had one shot at trying to fix this. Feelings were never JJâs thing. He spent months fighting our attraction before he finally gave in. Dating a Kook was never something JJ considered.Â
Unfortunately, it was something others thought as well because they never failed to remind him. My father included.Â
So here we are. JJ was backed into a corner and like any wounded animal, he had two choices. He could concede or attack and I knew JJ like the back of my hand. He would never give up, so instead heâd go for the throat.Â
Too bad it was my throat he went for.Â
âI understand-â I stopped speaking the moment JJ whipped around, his eyes cutting me deeply.
âYou donât.â I didnât respond. My eyes lingered on his busted lip and bruised chiseled face. âYou donât understand so please donât try to make me feel better by pretending that you do.âÂ
I pursed my lips. JJ was right, I didnât understand what it was like to be in his position, but that didnât mean I didnât care. That I didnât want to take away every ounce of pain if it meant he would be happy.Â
âYouâre right. But Jayj, itâs Rafe.â I argued softly, not wanting to draw attention to us. âHe always says shit like that to rile you up but youâve never let it bother you before. Why now?â
JJâs face flushed. âBecause heâs fucking right. Thatâs why it bothers me.â
My lips wobbled and I pressed them together. I had gone out of my way to ensure heâd never feel this way. I guess I failed.Â
I moved closer, my steps unsure and clumsy. âYou never said anything.â
My hand rested against his chest, and I could feel the familiar pounding of his heart.Â
âThatâs nothing new.â He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.
That did little to ease the emotional storm brewing within me. Every interaction since he was little was nothing short of violent and negligent.Â
He wasnât used to softness and kindness. We were trying to navigate in uncharted waters but weâre thrown off the boat every time the water got choppy.Â
âWe can go. Letâs just go, baby. Let me just say bye to my parents-â
âStop.â He demanded, his tone serve. So unlike JJ.Â
I dropped my hand and instead chose to focus on the sound of our breathing. I had to keep my head on straight, because I could tell he was already building up his wall so high, making his fortress impenetrable.Â
JJ had never had a consistent thing in his life and Iâll be damned if I let that happen to us.Â
Squaring my shoulders back, I faced his heated gaze head on. If he wanted an argument, heâd get one, but weâd both be leaving together.Â
I had no intention of going anywhere.Â
âStop?â I echoed, raising my brow.
His eyes were as cold and hard as obsidian. âYes, stop. How is leaving going to solve any of this?âÂ
âYouâre picking a fight with me for no reason. Iâm not the one youâre mad at.â
JJ raked his fingers through the sun bleached golden strands causing them to fall along his forehead. âMaybe I am.â
My eyes widened at his words. What had I done? Heâd shared every bit of his world with me and I only wanted to do the same.Â
Was that not what people do when theyâre in love? Arenât you supposed to share your interests with your partner and arenât they supposed to want to know them?Â
âFor what?âÂ
He tugged at his shirt collar. âWhy am I here?â
My brows furrowed in confusion. Why would he even ask that?Â
âWhy am I here, at this Midsummer's bullshit?âÂ
âBecause I wanted you to be.â I smoothed out my hair to give my trembling hands something to do. âItâs something that matters to me, itâs not bullshit.â
I had spent months planning this party since my parents were on the board. I wanted everything to be perfect for them and for him. It all seemed silly now. A part of that stung deep in my soul. Bullshit was never a word I used to describe any of the interests he showed me, yet he so easily spouted it at me.
JJ stayed quiet but continued to fidget with the silver ring on his finger. I wanted to close the distance between us but didnât know how.Â
âDonât let Rafe of all people ruin this. His opinion means nothing.âÂ
He lifted his chin. âIt matters to your dad.â
I barely held back my wince. âHe doesnât get a say in who I date, JJ.â
âOh, are we lying to each other now?â
âW-What do you mean?â
âAre we going to pretend that you donât care about what your parents think?â
I took a step back as though he hit me. âStop talking before you say something youâll regret.â
âEverything you do is to get their attention. Youâd die without their approval.â
In a manner of speaking, he was right. My parents barely paid me an ounce of attention and it was hard not to think it had to do with me. There must have been something wrong with me for my parents to not want to spend time with me. I spent the majority of my life trying to live up to their expectations hoping to be the daughter they always wanted, but nothing worked. I couldnât get them to love me.
And he threw it all in my face.
I stared at him with tears in my eyes, hurt and stricken.Â
At the sight of my tears, he looked away with his jaw clenched.Â
âWhy are you with me?â He hissed, holding out his arms. âItâs not like I can take you to dinner in Paris or buy you the clothes you like so much.â
Insecurity was a cruel thing. It had the power to turn someone as confident and sure as JJ into a puddle of irate nerves. And as his insecurity continued to dig its hooks further into his skin, he continued to rip into me, piece by piece.
âBecause I love you. Because you make me laugh.â My voice raised, my hands clenched into fists by my sides. âWhere is this coming from?â
Anxiety wound its way up my throat clocking off my air.Â
âYouâre fucking shoes are four grand. Do you know what I could do with four grand? I could get the power turned on in my house, or better yet, pay for the house.â The look he shot me had me wanting to be six feet under. Heâd never looked at me like that before. He made me sound vapid and superficial. Like I didnât spend most of my time on his side of the island.Â
The guilt I felt early came back tenfold. Guilt for my position. Guilt for the money my family had. Guilt for the things I enjoyed buying, both for him and myself.Â
Maybe I was just as bad as Rafe.Â
Pain sliced my chest as his gaze continued to penetrate me like bullets.
âThe other side of the island is starving and everyone here is drinking champagne and gambling a mortgage for fun. Itâs disgusting.â JJ began to pace, shaking his head in disbelief. âYou had me kissing ass to all these people, and for what? A job? Stop trying to turn me into something that Iâm not.â
I wrapped my arms around my waist. âThat wasnât what I was doing. I was trying to open doors for you so you had options. All I wanted was to help give you a fighting chance.â
âI didnât ask for your help.â The words continued to pelt at me, hitting my heart every time. The pressure in my chest only tightened further.
âIsnât that what youâre supposed to do for the person you love?â My voice shook, matching the trembling of my body. âIt never mattered before.â
I'd never been in love before him. I didn't have anything to compare it too since the most affection I get from my parents is a card on my birthday. I thought by doing everything they didn't do for me, supporting and comforting and physical touch, would somehow translate into love.
âOf course it mattered. Youâre a fucking Kook.â The raw and angry words seeped into my veins, the audible crack of my heart echoing for all to hear.
My throat constricted. Enough, I couldnât hear anymore. No, no, no. But JJ seemed to have other plans.
âI mean, Iâm standing here in a custom Tom Ford whatever that could have fed me for months. Iâm out of my element and it makes my skin fucking crawl. John B is getting sent to CPS and Pope is getting jumped and Iâm here at some stupid dinner with the people that did it to him. What does that make me?â
My chest cracked open and my heart caved in. I finally saw the broken boy in front of me. Bruised and broken, completely uncomfortable and unsure of himself.Â
âKiaraâs a kook.â
âKiaraâs different and you know that.â It remained unsaid but I knew what he was referring to. Kie was a hippie rich chick who didnât enjoy all the things I did: designer clothes, luxury dinners, expensive food. In other words, I was a self absorbed kook princess that didnât care for those around me.Â
It didnât matter that I spent most of the summer with JJ helping him fix homes in the cut. It didnât matter that I donated to charities or helped send care kits to those on the cut after the hurricane. It didnât matter that I spent almost all my free time with him and the pogues just as Kiara did.Â
To him, I represented everything he hated. It didnât matter that I loved him so deeply I defied my parents. It didnât matter that I upended my life and chose to be with him. He could never see past the money, something I had no control over. Â
I may have been standing in custom Christian Dior and Jimmy Choo, but Iâve never felt more cheap as JJ continued to cut me down with each word.Â
âDo you want me to apologize?â My pulse spiked as a burst of adrenaline had me spouting the truth. âI had just as much a choice of being born on figure eight than you did on the cut.â
He looked at me like he hated me. âI donât know how we deluded ourselves into thinking this could ever work.â
âYou donât get to stand there and make me feel guilty for who I am. Just because I have money and like nice things, doesnât make me an asshole. Iâve treated everyone in my life with kindness. Don't group me with them.âÂ
JJ scoffs, pointing at the crowd on the dance floor. âThem? Them--means your parents, babyâ.
âIâve never treated you less than me.â It was a last ditch effort.
âAt least I know what Kook pussy tastes like.â He went for the kill. âMoney and daddy issues.â
I stilled. The world stilled. Vicious hurt curled its way into my soul, etching every bit of it until I no longer existed.Â
Like I said before, I had no intention of going anywhere. But, I guess to JJ, he always had one foot out the door.
I think I stopped breathing. I blinked at him, hoping cameras would pop out and the whole thing came out as a prank. But, no cameras appeared.Â
Just him and I stood, in a field, an arms length apart but a universe away.Â
âYou donât mean that.â The words came out strangled. âTake it back.âÂ
He said nothing. I had to bring a fist to my mouth to try and block out the harsh sob that threatened to escape.
âJJ, please.â I begged, my hands catching his arm. âLetâs just go.â
His normal vibrant eyes regard me coldly, a muscle jumping his jaw. I was drowning in my emotions. Everything had escalated to a level I couldnât fix, because he wouldnât let me. The bathroom seemed forever ago in the scheme of things. I can see the battle in his eyes of whether to give into his self destructive behavior or to come back to me.Â
Any hope I had of him coming back to me dissolved in a matter of seconds. A security guard came up behind him, gripping JJ by the forearm and tugging us towards the front of the party. My eyes widened in horror as I realized they were going to parade him around in front of everyone which would just humiliate him more.
âJeez Daryl, could you loosen up your grip,â JJ complained, attempting to jerk out of the large manâs grip. He didnât so much as flinch at each of JJâs gripes either.
"What do you think you're doing?" I snapped, "Let him go, Darryl."
Darryl shook his head and gave me an apologetic look. "No can do. Mr. Cameron complained."
JJ Scoffed. âI can let myself out. I have two legs.â
âJJ, please stop.â
âI appreciate the discretion, Daryl.â
He self-destructed right in front of me. JJ grabbed a drink off an unsuspecting member and chugged it down before tossing the glass on the floor.
In the end, JJ was always going to be JJ. I saw the moment he decided to destroy everything we had. It was a slight shift in his body and that penetrating gaze of his hardened into a cruel amusement. JJ shrugged my hand off his, before his eyes flitter across the crowd as though he's looking for someone. Then I watched as they landed on a familiar brunette.Â
âHey, let him go. Iâm a member of this club and I invited him.â Kie shouted at Darryl who paused for a brief moment. I could see her parents trying to discreetly get her to stop but Kiara refused. At the sound of her words, an appreciative grin tugged at JJâs lips.
It didnât matter that I had said the same thing hours ago. It didnât matter that I not only defended him but made him a member. I liked shiny flashy things and she didnât. Apparently, that made her better than me.
âMandatory power hour at Rixonâs, Kie.â He shouted, pointing at where she stood in front of her parentâs. âPope, you as well, alright?â
I had a disposition for loving people too much, no matter how they treated me. And for the first time in my life, I didnât care that I wasnât presentable. I didnât care that tears were falling down my face or that my hair was a mess. I didnât want to be left behind. He promised.
âLet me come-â
Exasperation filled his features. "Take a fucking hint. You can go be with someone like Rafe now. You two deserve each other."
âAlright, Kie câmon.â He didnât spare me a second glance. I had to watch as Kie took off running towards him with Pope in tow. JJ held out his arms to catch her, arms she happily jumped into. John B lets out a humored shout while JJ spins Kiara around and they take off.
Leaving me all by myself. My parents nowhere in sight.Â
And suddenly everything hit me at once. My dress was too tight, my heels were pinching at the skin on my feet, the music was too loud, my hair was a mess. Nothing I did was right. Once again, I was left alone. Abandoned by the one person I thought would never leave. All because I loved him too much and he hated everything I couldnât control.
I stood there, feeling like a silly little girl in a silly little dress I spent hours looking for, urging him to look back. He never did.Â
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so I made this post yesterday then felt the need to turn it into a little fic. enjoy!
âOh my God, Evan,â Tommy breathed out heavily, trying to keep himself from grinding up against Buck's thigh.
Buck's only response was a hum against Tommy's neck, licking at the spot he'd been sucking on before going in for a bite.
Tommy had gotten to Buck's place about an hour ago. They'd managed to have dinner, dessert, and clean up most of the kitchen before Buck decided they'd gone long enough without touching. Tommy was rinsing the last of the dishes when Buck pressed himself against Tommy's back, reaching under the hem of his shirt to drag his hands over Tommy's muscles.
It didn't take long for the dishes to be forgotten. Or for Tommy's shirt to be tossed onto the table on their way up the stairs. Buck had lost his pants somewhere about halfway up the staircase, and the rest of their clothes were in small piles around the room.
They had time tonight. Neither of them had work the next day so it wasn't like they needed to rush through sex to get enough sleep. There would be no alarms to set, no helicopters to fly, no horrible captain to deal with. They could stay in bed for as long as they wanted... and sleep as little as they wanted.
Which is what led to Buck currently working on giving Tommy a hickey. Tommy couldn't actually remember the last time he'd been given a proper hickey. Probably high school, or maybe at a club when he was in his twenties? He couldn't really be sure, but he knew it never felt like this did. Buck's body pressed against his, one hand running over his abs while the other wrapped around the nape of his neck. The feeling of Buck's teeth scraping against his skin, then his tongue swooping in to ease the sting. The feeling of Buck's hair between his fingers while his other hand ran up and down his back and gave his ass an occasional squeeze.
Tommy was pretty sure he was in heaven. He made a mental note to tell his dad, should he ever have to speak to him again, that he did in fact make it through those pearly gates.
One more nibble against his pulse point had Tommy moaning, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up against Buck.
Buck couldn't help but smirk. âImpatient,â he teased against Tommy's skin, kissing his way back up his jaw until he reached his lips. âI thought you were supposed to be the calm, cool, and collected one?â His lips brushed against Tommy's with every word.
Tommy shook his head, âNot with you,â he said before leaning up enough to give Buck a proper kiss. He could still taste a faint hint of tiramisu on Buck's tongue. Both of Tommy's hands traveled down to Buck's ass and he gave it a proper squeeze, eliciting a moan from him. He took the opportunity to hold tightly onto Buck and flip them over. It wasn't the first time he'd pulled that move, but it made Buck speechless every time, and Tommy loved doing that to him.
âTom-â he huffed out, trying to find his voice as Tommy started working his way down Buck's chest. âT- Tommy,â he finally moaned. âN- Not fair.â
Tommy laughed against Buck's stomach, pressing a kiss just above his bellybutton. As he was continuing his mission to kiss over every inch of Evan's body before reaching his dick, there was a knock on the door that caused Tommy to pause.
âIgnore it,â Buck all but demanded, his legs twitching for Tommy's mouth to return to his thigh. Not one to disobey a direct order, Tommy continued.
Until the knocking started again. More persistent this time.
âBabe?â Tommy went to sit up, but Buck grabbed at his hair, keeping him in place.
âThey'll leave.â
As if on cue, the knocking got louder, and faster.
Tommy sighed, sitting up and releasing himself from Buck's grip.
Buck whined at the loss. âWe were just getting to the good part.â
âIt could be an emergency,â Tommy said, rolling off the bed to look for his clothes. Begrudgingly, Buck got up as well.
âHold on!â Buck yelled toward the door, he got his button up off the floor and put it on quickly, not bothering to mess with an undershirt first. As he headed downstairs he picked up his pants and ungracefully put them on. He tried buttoning his shirt, but seemed to skip a few of the buttons on his way, leaving it lopsided.
He didn't even bother trying to fix his hair.
The knocking started again just as Buck swung the door open.
âTook you long enough,â Eddie said, waltzing in with a six pack in one and hand a DVD in the other. âWhat the hell were you doing?â
âI, um, I was... I was working out,â Buck answered, wincing at his words. He was still in a bit of a daze, and trying very much not to think about the half naked man in his bedroom. He closed the door, then turned to Eddie who was setting his stuff down on the kitchen counter.
âWhat?!â Eddie exclaimed, sounding slightly offended. âYou should have called me, Man. We could've worked out together.â
Which... no.
âUh, yeah, it... it was a last minute thing. I- What are you doing here, Eddie? Were we hanging out tonight?â
Eddie shrugged. âFigured I'd just stop by. We could watch a movie, drink, I could mourn the loss of my child.â
âYou haven't lost him, Eddie.â Buck crossed his arms over his chest, moving toward the kitchen. âHe's just figuring stuff out.â
âMm. Well, anyway,â he pulled out a beer and popped off the cap, taking a sip. âMovie?â
âUh-â
Before Buck could even try to think of an excuse, Tommy was walking down the stairs. Eddie noticed him first, and Buck turned to see that while he had on his pants, he was wearing a shirt that was very much not his.
Because his shirt was still on thrown on the table.
Whoops.
While Buck and Tommy were nearly the same size, Tommy did have a broader chest. And Buck often opted for tighter fitting clothing, so the particular shirt that Tommy was wearing clung to him like a rubber glove.
And if you asked Buck, that was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.
âHey, Eddie,â Tommy greeted, combing his fingers through his hair. It was in no way helping.
âHey, Tommy!â Eddie replied cheerfully. He moved around the counter and held up his hand for a high five. âThis is great! I didn't know you were here. Were you and Buck working out together?â
Tommy gave Buck a confused glance. âUh, yeah?â
Buck knew that Eddie could be a little slow at putting two and two together. It was a quality they both shared. But he'd get there, and Buck watched as he started putting the puzzle pieces together.
First, he noticed the shirt. Then he noticed Tommy scratch at the hickey on his neck, which the shirt he chose did nothing to hide.
Then his eyes hit the clothes on the table.
Then his mouth opened. âOh!â He looked back and forth between them, his lips turning up into a little smirk. âOh you were âworking outâ working out? Okay, I'm understanding why I wasn't invited now.â He moved to the counter to grab the DVD. âI'm gonna go. Let you two, you know, get your hip thrusts in.â
âEddie, you don't have to go,â Tommy said. âMight need more beer, but a movie sounds fun.â
âYeah,â Buck agreed. âIt's fine.â
âNo, really, I am gonna go and enjoy Marley and Me on my own,â Eddie replied, backing up toward the door.
Tommy grimaced, shaking his head. âYou cannot enjoy Marley and Me on your own. That movie broke me. I had to call out of work the next day.â
âReally, guys, it's all good. Sorry for the disruption. I will just...â his voice trailed off as he pointed behind him. He opened the door and left out, leaving Tommy and Buck standing there staring at each other.
âYou're gonna go bring him back, right?â Tommy asked after a beat.
Buck looked Tommy up and down, focusing on the way his sleeves gripped Tommy's arms. âI think he'll be okay.â
âEvan.â
âUgh!â Buck pouted, heading for the door. âFine.â
Tommy smiled, shaking his head. âI'll order more beer.â
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not so bad
â in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.
college!rafe cameron x reader au
warning(s): n/a. just a bitchy rafe whos generous n gets awkward as fuck when it comes to u
authors note: college!rafe is lowkey nicer to y/n since he canât help his buried feelings !! but heâs still an ass. i wouldve casted drew as himself but drew is too sweet i cant even imagine him having like a female sworn enemy that he lowk has a crush on
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the door swings open, revealing rafe himself. heâs silent as soon as he sees you. âlock the door,â he says as he turns around and starts to head further inside, leaving you at the entrance.
âlock the door,â you mock-mumble under your breath as you enter, closing and locking the door behind you like youâre told. you look around, realizing youâve never actually seen rafeâs dorm before. his friendsâ dorms maybe, but never his.
his dorm is surprisingly clean, with only empty to fully filled water bottles scattered around, but very few. both sides of the room are displayed with posters on its walls, you can fell which bed is his and itâs made with its sheets tucked tightly in the crevices with two large pillows at the head of it.
you watch as he walks over to his desk and sits in the chair, opening up his laptop to the online textbook provided for the class.
he peers over his shoulder to glance at you, âcan you fuckingâi donât knowâsit down somewhere? the furniture isnât coated in poison, you know.â
you fight the urge to make a remark, and you just sigh and let it go. âkay!â you say, and carefully making your way over to sit on the edge of his bed, placing your bag by your side. you catch his eye when you reply so eagerly without a problem, but you ignore this.
âwhereâs your roommate?â you ask him, looking around. âjust wanna make sure when i need to expect someone- also, typically i charge for tutoring, and if crawford is making me tutor you then iâm charging you double. hundred-fifty an hour.â
rafe looks pissed, shaking his head and opening his mouth like heâs about to argue before closing it again. finally, he sighs, leaning against the wall by the kitchen. âmy roommateâs just . . . out . . . today. heâs running errands. whatever, can we just get this over with? iâll pay you after.â
you grin, feeling even satisified that rafe has to use his own cash to pay for however long this will take. âhave a girl coming over tonight?â you guess from the way heâs rushing you. you reach into your bag for your ipad, âthis wouldnât be happening if youâd just pay attention in class, you know.â
âi know," rafe mutters, still annoyed but trying not to show it. "i just don't get how humanities could be important in the real world," he says, running a hand through his hair before resting the side of his head against his spread index finger and thumb, looking at you. âor my world, i mean.â
âstill trying to do real estate?â you puzzle, pulling up the notes you took during class for him to look at. âitâs like your dadâs job, right? the cameron department thing.â
âcameron development,â he corrects you, hissing through his teeth.
âwhatever. just surprised youâre not pursing sex work from all the girls i see you pull into bathrooms at parties,â you mutter out the end of your sentence under your breath, in a way not wanting to bring up that youâve even noticed that before . . . again . . . and again . . .
âyeah?â he seems amused. âsex could sell more homes than fuckinâ humanities ever could.â
âsex?â you repeat with raised brows. âdamn near prostitution versus political science, sociology, journalism, anthropology,â you name off as you lean left and right in your seat, pretending to think and weigh out your options. âyeah, maybe passing your humanities class can be a good thing! pull up your notes, please?â
âi did," rafe grumbles, gesturing to his laptop.
âi said notes, not the textbook. i wanna see what youâve even written down while in class,â you say.
heâs silent as he opens up his documents, and he pulls up his most recent document filed under notes. he hands his laptop over to you as he leans back in his seat. you look over his text.
furrowing your eyebrows, you say, âokay, so you . . . you wrote the title of his lesson yesterday. thatâs good. but under that you didnât even write down any notes, you just have someoneâs phone number. are you that predictable?â
he chews on his dog tag necklace and shrugs, taking his laptop back. âshe was new. just wanted to make a friend,â he insists, closing out the tab.
you hum. you donât really believe him but it isnât like you care enough to argue over that. you hand him your ipad to show him your notes. âweâll start at the beginning of the unit,â you tell him as he takes it.
rafe lets out a breath from his nose as he matches your energy from before, ââkay!â he skims over your writing, gnawing on his pencil quietly.
you almost catch yourself smiling that he does this, but you refrain.
the lesson seems to be going better than you thought, though there are some pissed glances here and there from both sides. it takes two hours to go over the unit with examples and practices. youâre already exhausted.
finally, after what feels like an eternity, the lesson ends. rafe slumps back in his chair, relieved to be done with the humanities assignments that you made him do for now. he looks up at you, barely casting a smile your way. âthanks for the help,â he mumbles, awkwardly meeting your gaze.
âthanks for the money,â you say, half-reminding him that he needs to hold up his end of the deal as you stand from your seat.
as he stands, he bumps into your ipad on his desk. it collides with his opened water bottle heâd been drinking out of the past hour or so and both of you know whatâs about to happen. you blurt out a noise and try to dodge the water coming your way but fail, getting his water on your legs and even more pouring at your crocs that invite even more liquid in. you can just feel your socks absorbing it now.
rafe grimaces as he stares down at your wet legs, and the least he does is reaches down to grab the bottle and the cap that flew off the desk. he closes it up and sets it on his desk as you take off your shoes and socks, holding them with barely your fingers.
âi have uh . . . towels, paper towels,â he says, and you just nod immediately, accepting whatever to dry yourself off.
when he comes back, you grab the paper towels and shove your soggy socks into his chest which he takes out of instinct before exclaiming and dropping them on the floor. you canât help but look back and glare at him before patting your legs dry, and then tossing the paper towel into the nearby trash can that sat at one of the ends of his desk.
you can see rafe shrug as he picks up your socks and hovers over his trash can too. âmight as well,â he murmurs.
âwhâ are you serious?â you try to catch the socks, but then again, heâs too far and you have no business carrying some wet ass socks back to your dorm. your hands fall to your sides as you sigh.
itâs like heâs visibly contemplating (or debating with himself) before he walks over to his dresser and rummages through a drawer, finally pulling out a pair of socks. âhere,â he says, tossing them to you, which you almost fail to catch from the sudden surprise. âtheyâre clean. swear.â
you give him a doubtful look. âi didnât need your socks. i have plenty in my own drawer, thanks,â you say, placing the pair on his desk to reject them, and he stares at you.
he shakes his head and turns around. âso difficult,â he murmurs under his breath, and he quickly cleans up his drawer before closing it.
he grabs his wallet from on top of the dresser too, pulling out the wad of cash. you can tell from the look on his face that heâs not only doing this to count his money properly but also to subtly flex right in front of you. you roll your eyes and look away.
he counts out his three-hundred before handing it to you, scrunching up his nose as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket. you stare at the money, then take it while giving him a glare.
you quickly count it but bless, thereâs two hundred dollar bills and then five twentyâs. perfect.
âokay, good luck on your exam,â you say and grab your bag, heading for the door like youâre in a hurry this time.
âwait,â rafe says, and you almost groan from annoyance. you just want to go back to your dorm. âhere,â he mumbles to himself, and he steps over to the mini-fridge in the corner. he opens it up and grabs a water bottle, then tosses it to you.
ârafe,â you say, not really expecting all of these âgiftsâ just for screaming at him for two hours about humanities. you toss it back to him, which he catches.
âjust for the road,â he insists with a shake of his head. âsince i spilled mine on you.â
you stare at him like heâs stupid. âdude, i live down the hallway.â
when you see his awkward reaction, you almost feel bad. actually you do. and itâs weird. usually you donât notice this at all, but something about rafe feeling dumb about trying to thank you just makes you feel guilty for how youâve treated him. fine.
you give him a look like youâre saying okay. that itâs okay to give you gifts and that youâre okay with receiving them. rafe doesnât even cast a smile, he just nods. you squint your eyes at him before heading for his door again.
rafe meets you there and holds out the water bottle for you. you look up at him and take it. you almost smile, and it seems like he might too, but you both catch yourselves and quickly look away.
âace your exam so you wonât have to hear from me like this again,â you say, half-joking to keep up their normal behavior.
âiâll try, iâll try,â he says simply, and stands at his door while you leave. you raise your eyebrows once before heading off to your dorm, taking your bag and your water bottle with you. you hear his door shut from behind you.
as you walk away, you canât help but replay the moment in your head, the weird sense of camaraderie that just occurred. maybe, just maybe, rafe cameron isnât the most horrible person on the planet. and it doesnât help that heâs unfortunately attractive, which makes it slightly more difficult now to keep up the mutual hatred you have for each other.
from inside the dorm, rafe stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door. he shakes his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
ânot so bad,â he mutters to himself before turning back to his desk, ready to tackle his upcoming humanities exam thanks to you.
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Kinktober #28
28. Fucking Machine // Phone Sex // Impact Play (Wade Wilson x Reader)
âHowâs it going?â
âBoring,â sighs Wade, his voice crackly on the other end of the line. âYouâd think the people Iâm waiting for would have the good grace to appear after like, ten minutes. Iâm freezing my nuts off up here.â
Yeah, you donât envy him for having to be on stakeout tonight. At least he was allowed to take his phone so he could have something to do. He didnât need his mouth to watch somewhere, he reasoned, meaning he had time to talk to you too.Â
You have him on loudspeaker as you cook, preparing macaroni - simple but a favourite in your little household. Wade hums at the sound of you stirring cheese through pasta.
âWow, pookie, didnât realise just talking to me made you that wet⊠man, if I ever went on public radio Iâd ruin panties all over the stateâŠâ
âIâm making dinner, you goofball.â
âLikely story.â A beat. âHey, what are you wearing?â
âWhat do you think Iâm wearing, Wade? You saw me this morning.â
âSure, but I want you to describe it to me.â
You laugh as you top bechamel sauce with breadcrumbs. âIâm wearing those jeans that make my ass look great and one of your shirts. The one which says âI love my slut dadâ.â
He laughs at his own taste in casual wear and you canât help but feel oddly sentimental towards him.
âAnd your panties?â
âFrom a bulk five-pack I got from Walmart. Not sexy, Iâm afraid, baby.â
âTheyâre sexy if youâre in them.â
âWell thatâs very sweet.â
âDo you wish I was there? Give me something, pookie, Iâm dying here.â
Macaroni in the oven, you set the timer for twenty minutes and chuckle.
âI do wish you were here, Wade. I wish I was bouncing on your cock instead of watching Hawaii 5-0 all night, is that what you wanna hear?â
From the breath he takes in, yeah, it is. You laugh again.Â
âWow, youâre that horny, huh?â
âWell Iâm sat on a rooftop with nothing else to entertain me but my imagination! So yeah, it turned dirty pretty fast. If you were here I could bend you over the balcony and fuck you while still being on lookout⊠but youâre not. The universe conspires against me, godâs bravest warrior.â
You pause for a moment, considering. When you talk again your voice is lower. Sultry.Â
âYou hard in your suit, baby?â
âOh fuck.â You can picture his face lighting up. âYou know I am. Fuck. Been hard most of the goddamn day.â
âYou can touch yourself. Nobody can see you, right?â
You hear the sound of hands moving on spandex, then the unmistakable slap of skin on skin from the other side of the phone line as he starts to fuck his own hand.Â
âSpit on it for me, Wade.â
âHoly fuck, babeâŠâ
âYou gonna behave?â
From the other end of the phone youâre able to pick up the welling of saliva in his mouth, and can imagine the way he spits a globule of it onto his cockhead.
âGood boy,â you whisper and Wade makes a strangled noise.
âOh shit⊠baby youâre gonna make me cum so hard Iâm gonna be ejected off this goddamn roof⊠theyâre gonna find me splattered over the pavement in a mix of blood and cumâŠâ
âHmm. Iâm willing to take my chances.â You slip your hand between your legs and give an exaggerated moan.Â
âHoly shit Wade, I wish you were here. Keep me busy while the macaroni is cooking. Or maybe I could just cockwarm you for a little while, hm? Feel you struggling under meâŠâ
âY-you already did that on day eightâŠâ
The desperation in his voice suggests he wonât last much longer. You grin to yourself.
âWe could even ask if Logan wants to watch.â
Wade comes with a whimper. You know it, itâs a whimper he only emits when heâs so horny heâs physically incapable of making any other noise. You let him ride out his orgasm for a moment before asking:Â
âSo, did you splatter on the pavement?â
âNo, but my suit is now covered in jizz, which is arguably worse.â
âArguablyâŠâ you snort affectionately. âDo you feel better now?â
âWell, for like, ten minutes. Iâll call you back? Iâve got a uh, sticky situation to clean up.â
âSure baby. Have fun.â
âHow can I not have fun, cleaning up my own ejacââ
You hit the hang up button before he can finish. But itâs with fondness.
#my writing#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#marvel fanfiction#mcu fanfiction#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#avo's kt 24#kt 24#Deadpool x reader#deadpool imagine#wade Wilson x reader
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the first sign of fall chapter six: so start over
college au, the batboys and reader are bartenders, also the guys play hockey
pairings - eris vanserra x reader, azriel x reader
summary - things slowly start to mend after eris talks to his brother, and azriel talks to you.
word count - 3k
a/n - sorry this took me so long to write!!! i was super busy, i just moved and had to get all my voter registration stuff in order before tonight! i hope this brings a little distraction from the dreadful anxiety of election day. it certainly worked a little for me. also guys theyre starting to work towards happiness. i think when the series is done i might write blurbs for it. because her and eris make my heart hurt a little. anyways i hope you enjoy!
read the rest of the series here!
 Eris couldnât get you out of his head. He had tried, by taking that girl to the halloween party instead of you. But now. The idea of forgetting you was almost laughable. Your words echoing through his ears constantly.Â
I miss you.Â
You missed him. You had Azriel in the palm of your hand and you missed him. He thought of your flushed cheeks and your tousled hair. The bite mark that had been fading from your skin, the way you had brought your hand up to cover it the second he noticed it. The way Azriel had leaned against the porch rail and nodded at him. A silent bow out. Eris wondered what exactly you had said to him to make him give up the chase. What exactly the two of you had discussed. Whether it was a fight or a teary eyed goodbye. He couldnât make himself not care. About any of it. About how he wished he could have wiped the tear tracks from your face. About how he wished that he could have smoothed every crease of worry from your skin with a kiss. But he couldnât. Not then. But now? He didnât know.Â
He was walking to campus now. The leaves almost fully fallen from every branch. The harsh sterility of winter starting itâs approach. It felt like he was retracing steps. Steps he had once taken with you. Like his feet were leading him somewhere that he wasnât fully aware of until he stopped outside the coffee shop you so often frequented. He looked through the slightly fogged windows. Towards the window booth you and Lucien so often liked to share while you studied. You werenât there. Itâs not like he was surprised, he knew you worked thursday evenings anyway. But his brother was. Lucien sat alone at the table. Flipping absent mindedly through the pages of an all too large book, that he was probably reading for brownie points more than anything else. Eris looked at his feet, as if trying to will them to take him somewhere else, before he sighed and pushed open the door of the coffee shop.Â
He made his way to where his brother was sitting and wrapped his knuckles on the table. Lucien sighed and looked up. Shooting his elder brother a nonplussed look before letting his book fall closed before him. He leaned back in his chair, looking Eris up and down, and crossing his arms.Â
âYou look like shit.âÂ
âYou know for someone that used to copy the way that I dress thatâs a wild thing to say to me.âÂ
Lucien scoffed, âI didnât copy the way you dressed, I was forced to wear hand me downs for a ridiculously long timeâŠ.which is funny considering that our family could have afforded to buy me new clothes.âÂ
Eris smiled and shrugged, âMaybe itâs because you were dadâs least favorite.âÂ
Lucien frowned a little and shrugged, âIâm gonna let you be rude to me only because youâve clearly let yourself go.âÂ
Eris let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his chair, almost perfectly mirroring Lucienâs stance. The brothers studied eachother. Neither of them saying anything. Eris chewing his bottom lip, trying to find a good way to phrase what he wanted to say. A good way to bring you up without making it seem like it was the only reason he was talking to Lucien. As if on cue Lucein let out a small laugh, leaned forward, the legs of his chair clicking loudly against the floor,Â
âSheâs not doing great either.âÂ
Eris let out another sigh. He didnât want you to be doing poorly. He wanted you happy and content. Really he did. But there was some comfort in Lucienâs admittance. Some small relief that maybe you were just as unhappy being apart as he was. But the grimace that rippled across his features was evident nonetheless. Lucien continued at the pained look on his brotherâs face,Â
âReally. I donât think sheâs brushed her hair in a couple days. Iâve never seen her look this disheveled on purpose. She stopped coming to class.âÂ
Eris looked up at this, âI donât want that.âÂ
âI know you donât.â Lucien paused and rubbed his hand over his eyes, âMaybe you should talk to her.âÂ
âAnd say what Lucien?âÂ
âWell I heard that she uhmâŠsomewhat bared her soul to you.âÂ
âShe was drunk.âÂ
âI donât think she was. I think most of the alcohol was vomitted up before she managed to actually talk to you.âÂ
He was right. Eris thought about the horrifying clarity behind your eyes when you had spoken to him. Your words soft and quiet, like you were almost ashamed to say them at all. Like you were embarrassed to admit that you had any doubts, any fear, at all.Â
âI donât know if we can go back to the way it was.âÂ
Lucien shrugged, a real, heavy shouldered shrug, and ran a hand through his hair. He opened his book again and said, without looking up from the pages, âSo start over.âÂ
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You and Azriel worked in silence. Diligently keeping up with the flow of customers, parrying snarky comments from Cassian, and handling the mountain of dirty glasses Mor would dump on the barâs doorstep every couple minutes. It was good to be busy. You didnât have to think about anything when it was busy. You could work steadily and make other people happy, without having to think about any of your own shit. You didnât have to think about how you were falling behind in your classes, or the pained look in Azrielâs eyes everytime they fell on you, or the general hushed tones your friends were speaking to you in. Like you were a dog that had just come back from living on the street. Like you were something to mend slowly and carefully. Something they were scared to kick while it was down.Â
âYou wanna take your fifteen?âÂ
It was the first thing Azriel had said to you all shift. The silence and synchonization you two fell into finally benefiting you. You shook your head and tilted your chin in a motion that said why donât you take yours. There was a lull in the rush. Finally. So he did. Tucking his apron under the counter and nudging Cassian as he walked towards the door. Cassian followed after shooting you an apprehnsive glace, as if worried that you wouldnât be able to hold down the fort. A completely unfounded concern. But now? You looked like you hadnât slept since Halloween and it made him nervous. But he followed Azriel out anyways. Not wanting to ask you if you needed help for fear that youâd bite his head off at the insinutaiton.Â
Cassian watched Azriel pace up and down the street. His palms pressing into his eyes as he did so.Â
âWhy donât you just talk to her?âÂ
âWhy do you only like me when Iâm sad?â Azriel looked to his friend while parroting your words. He had been saying them repeatedly to Cassian for the last week. Cassian refusing to really talk about it, this was something he thought Azriel needed to come to terms with on his own. But now. After eight days of this being the only thing Az was able to talk aboutâŠhe finally cracked,Â
âWellâŠWhy do you only like her when sheâs sad?âÂ
Azriel started at him. His arms dropping to hang limp at his sides. He looked dumbfounded at Cassianâs question. Like he never expected that. He should have. But he didnât. He hung his head and resumed his pacing.Â
âI donât know.âÂ
Cassian huffed a breath of complaint and crossed his arms.Â
âI thinkâŠItâs because, as much as you donât want to admit it, sometimes you like playing the hero so much that it makes you a villain.âÂ
And with that Cassian turned on his heel and went back inside. He had been doing that alot lately. Dropping bombs and then leaving before Azriel could really respond. It was driving Az crazy. Cassian of all people should not be the one putting him in place. Their dynamic suddenly switched. Nothing in his life at this moment felt the way that it should.Â
He slumped down. Sitting on the curb, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket and trying to enjoy one small peaceful moment before going back to work. But he heard the door creak open, fully expecting Rhys to come reprimand him now, he didnât turn to look who was approaching him.
You sat next to him. Curling into yourself slightly. Your arms wrapping around your bent legs to shield you from the cold and from the conversation you had steeled yourself into having. He finally looked towards you, a little surprised that you were there in the first place. You spoke first. Like you always did.Â
âIâm sorry. For the other night.âÂ
He started shaking his head before you could even finish talking. âYou donât have to be sorry. You were right. I have the horrible habit of trying to save you from good things.âÂ
âWell I know I was right. But I didnât have to say it like that. Like you were the only one to blame.âÂ
He sat with the words. Rolling the cigarette between his lips as he thought,Â
âI want you to be happy.âÂ
âI knowâ you whispered like you didnât really believe it and he pushed forwards,Â
âNo. I want you to be happy. I want to see it happen and I want to see it stay.â He paused and heaved in a deep and settling breath, âBecause weâre friends.âÂ
âWeâre friends?âÂ
âI think itâs what weâre best at.â He scrunched his nose a little as he said it. Almost teasing. Like maybe it wasnât too soon to make jokes. Like they could start to rebuild from here. You didnât say anything in response. But you smiled, strained and tired, but a smile. So he kept talking. For once he needed to keep talking.Â
âThe reason I never said anything the first time. After you left. Was because I thought you didnât want me to. I thought I was saving you from something. Believe it or notâŠI was also scared. That it didnât mean anything. And at the timeâŠmaybe it did. It probably meant everything. But now? Itâs been so long and I..âÂ
He leaned back, resting his palms on the cold damp concrete of the sidewalk, letting the sting of it set his nerves and solidify his ground, âI wasted my chance and now I think you need to take yours. Donât stay silent again because youâre scared.âÂ
âWe both wasted our chance. It wasnât just you.â Again that hushed tone. The hurried flow of your words, like if you didnât get them out as fast as you could, you wouldnât get them out again.Â
âI think itâs for the better.âÂ
You stared at eachother now. A silent understanding passing between you. A settling warmth. A forgiveness thatâs been long awaited. The silent turmoil of the last two years of your friendship finally starting to ease itâs way back to a steady rhythm.Â
âYou should talk to him. Again.âÂ
It was your turn to shake your head in defeat. A motion that seemed to be very popular lately. Something to share with just about everyone you knew.Â
âI donât know if he ever wants to hear from me again. If we can ever go back to the way it was.âÂ
Azriel let out a huff of laughter and stood up, brushing himself off as he did so. He offered you a hand and hauled you to your feet. He grasped both of your shoulders and said very seriously,Â
âSo donât. Start over. Do it better. You can save this one.âÂ
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You were walking home from work. Trying not to let Azrielâs words go to your head. You can save this one. You werenât paying attention to where you were going. Your eyes trained on the lights that illuminated the worn brick of the road. The golden illumination from storefronts and restaurants casting a warm glow over the red cobblestone. You zoned out a little as you passed your favorite coffee shop. Inside the employees were putting chairs on tables and sweeping up. The smell of coffee and baked goods still wafting out the half open door. It wasnât until you ran directly into someone, your book and phone clattering to the pavement, and your bag swinging off your shoulder that you really started to pay attention. You leaned down to pick up your things. Muttering your apologies. A large freckled hand came to rest over yours as you scrambled to pick up your book before the thin glaze of rain on the sidewalk started to seep into the pages. A hand you knew all to well. Accompanied by a smell that overwhelmed your senses. Vanilla and roasting almonds. Firewood and burnt sage. It was like an assault on your senses. The softness of his skin, interrupted only by the small calluses left there from his hockey stick. The fiery brush of his hair over his forehead, his amber eyes burning their way through yours.Â
You rose together. Standing straight wouldnât stop him from towering over you. His smile soft and tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked good. Tired, dark circles under his eyes, hair out of order, his sweater crumpled and wrinkled more than heâd ever let it be normally. But the warmth of him. That was there. His eyes no longer cold and guarded. They were searching and alight with a strange sort of mischief. Â
âYou should really watch where your going.â He was quiet as he spoke. Teasing in tone.Â
You nodded a little shakily, âYeah. I uh. I probably should.âÂ
âIâd hate to see a pretty thing like you run into a lamp post or something.â
A pretty thing like you. Something he hadnât said to you since he first started hitting on you. Something he hadnât said since he didnât really know you. You didnât know how to respond. So you, almost unconsciously, nodded. God I must look so fucking dumb. It was the only thing you could think. You were surprised he had stopped to help you at all. Surprised he was even here. He only ever came to this coffee shop when he was looking for you.Â
âEris.â He said it so casually. Like it was the most natural thing to do. Reaching out to shake your hand. Without thinking you introduced yourself in return, grasping his hand as he shook it. No questions. Like it was the only thing to say. The only thing to do. A grin started to spread across his face as he said,Â
âYou know. You should let me take you out some time. Protect you from any incoming road blocks.âÂ
He was looking for you. You realized it just as you were hit with a small wave of confusion. He was asking you on a date like he didnât know you at all. He was starting over. Like something in the universe had given him the same inclination that you were given. Starting over.Â
âI uhâŠIâd like that.âÂ
He nodded and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, âGood.â He whispered as that small fox like smile stretched itâs way further across his features. His freckles scrunching slightly with the bridge of his nose. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he started to turn in the direction of his house, the dead opposite direction of yours. He took one step before turning back around,Â
âWeâll talk?âÂ
âWeâll talk.â You answered as fast as you could and with a small affirming nod. He mirrored the movement, pursing his lips as he did so. You looked at eachother briefly before you started to walk away.Â
He watched as you did. Watched the way your shoulders relaxed a little and you ran your fingers over the hair he had smoother moments before.Â
âI miss you too.âÂ
He called after you. You shot him a small smile over your shoulder, but didnât say anything back.Â
Weâll talk.
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a refuge in rough hands â trailer park!daryl
a/n: hi guys! this is another one of my late night shenanigan pieces so i apologise if their is any mistakes. i didnât proof read it all that much đ
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summary: reader gets drunk and doesnât want to go home, so daryl letâs her stay.
request: anon requested; if itâs alright, iâd like to request a work-maybe merle threw a party and reader is pretty tipsy. and daryl takes care of her during the night, and reader flirts with him (e.g he tries to stop her from drinking more and she playfully pushes him). at the end daryl letâs her sleep in his bed because he doesnât want her to be around her dad.
word count: 1,509
warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight allusions to abuse
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merle dixon had never been one to pass up a reason to throw a party, especially not when he got a decent chunk of cash from whatever side job he had done for someone. the music was loud, thumping through the trailer park, and most likely disturbing the residents that were trying to sleep this time of nightâ but merle didnât care, nor did his as equally drunk friends.
you were tipsyâ no thatâs a lie, you were drunk. not drunk enough to be an absolutely sloppy mess, but you were definitely past that tipsy phase. you swayed slightly as you leaned against the cooler in the dixonâs trailer, your fingers brushing the rim of a half empty beer can. daryl was across the room, arms crossed, watching you like a hawk. he had already tried to cut you off once, but you werenât having it. not tonight.
the party had been going for a while now, and you felt warm, light, free in a way you hadnât felt in a long time. maybe it was the music, or maybe it was the fact that for once, you werenât thinking about your dad or the mess waiting for you back home. you raised the can to your lips for another sip, only for it to be snatched out of your hand, droplets of beer splashing onto your shirt.
âaâight, thatâs enough,â daryl grumbled, setting the can down on the counter behind him, his sharp blue eyes narrowing at you.
you pouted up at him, swaying slightly as you crossed your arms over your chest. âdaryl dixon,â you drawled, a playful grin pulling at your lips. âyou tryna be my babysitter now?â
daryl gave you a look, his lips pressed into a thin line. âdonât need to be. just lookinâ out for ya. had too much to drink tonight,â he grumbled.
you took a step closer, ignoring the way the room tilted slightly as you did. âcâmon, dixon,â you whined, âyou scared iâm gonna do somethinâ stupid?â your voice turned into a teasing tone, reaching out to poke his chest.
he caught your wrist in his hand, fingers rough and calloused against your skin. âi ainât scared. just donât wanna drag your drunk ass back home later.â
you laughed, a sound that was a little too loud for the small space. âiâm fine, daryl. really.â you tried to tug your hand away, but he didnât let go.
âyeah? well you ainât lookinâ or actinâ like yer fine.â
you huffed, rolling your eyes dramatically. âyou worry too much,â you teased, stepping closer until you were toe to toe with him. âwhat are you gonna do, dixon? take care of me?â there was a playful edge to your voice, a challenge hidden somewhere in your words.
darylâs jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with something you couldnât quite place. âif i gotta.â
you raised an eyebrow, your heart doing a little flip at the seriousness in his tone. you knew daryl wasnât like merle. he didnât just mess around for the bell of it. he cared, in his own quiet, gruff way. and right now, all of that attention was on you.
âwell, lucky me,â you muttered, still grinning, though it softened around the edges.
daryl shook his head, his grip on your wrist loosening as he let out a frustrated sigh. âyouâre trouble, you know that?â
âyup!â you agreed cheerfully. you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper. âbut you like trouble, donât you?â
his eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a flicker of amusement there too. âgettinâ close to beinâ a pain in my ass,â he muttered, but his hand didnât move from where it rested on your wrist.
you smirked, feeling a rush of warmth at how close you were, at the way darylâs eyes seemed to follow your every move. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you felt bolder than you had in a long time. âwhatâre you gonna do about it, dixon?â you asked, your voice playful.
he sighed again, clearly trying to maintain his patience. ââm gonna take you home. you need to sleep,â he said, but his tone was soft, more like a promise than a threat. âbefore you get yourself into any more trouble.â
at the mention of being taken back home, you could feel your heart start to race. you gently tugged your wrist that was still in his grip. âpleaseââ you spoke quietly, shaking your head. âi donât wanna go home.â not like this. not when your dad was home right now. itâd be the end of you.
daryl looked at you for a moment, knowing. he felt horrible already, suggesting that heâd take you home in that state to a man who was exactly like his own father. he sighed, letting go of your hand before nodding his head. âokay, okay. but yer staying with me tonight. got it?â his voice was stern, yet gentle.
you looked at him, silent for a moment, before nodding your head. part of you felt bad because he had to give up his night to look after you, but the other part of you felt safe when he was around, and you wanted to be near him. âiâm sorry,â you murmured softly, looking at your shoes.
you didnât really expect to feel his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. âhey. you donât ever gotta apologise for that, âkay? you donât feel like goinâ back there tonight, and thatâs okay.â there was a tenderness in his voice that made your heart ache, in the best way possible. you smiled softly, your balance a little steadier now as you leaned into him, arms wrapping around his torso.
âthank you, daryl.â
he returned the gesture, arms wrapping around your shoulders, holding you to his chest. you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, the steady rhythm comforting you. âcâmon, letâs get ya into bed.â
he lead you to his small bedroom at the back of the trailer, his hands on your shoulders as he walked behind you, making sure you didnât trip over the boxes and clothes littered along the hallway. the trailer wasnât disgusting by any means, but three males who didnât really know how to pick up after themselves definitely had the place in a bit of a mess.
when you reached his bedroom, he gently pushed you towards his bed before moving towards his dresser, pulling out a shirt and tossing it in your direction. âchange into that,â he muttered before making his way to leave the bedroom.
âwhere are you going?â you asked meekly, looking at him as you clutched the shirt in your hands. you knew you would be safe in here, but you also wanted daryl to stayâ even if you were too shy to admit it. ten minutes ago you probably would have, but not now.
daryl turned to look at you for a moment, raising an eyebrow slightly at your disdain for his departure. âjust gonna go tell merle to turn the music down. get changed and get into bed. iâll be back in a second,â his voice was low, but soft.
you nodded your head, watching as he closed the bedroom door behind him and you started to undress, leaving your clothes in a pile at the end of his bed before crawling under the blankets. you could feel the room spin as you closed your eyes when your head hit the pillow.
a few minutes later, the door creaked open and you peeled one eye open to see daryl slipping back into the room. the music outside had dulled, merle probably grumbling about it but obliging at the same time. daryl closed the door behind him, his movements careful and quiet, not wanting to disturb you.
he slid under the blankets on the bed next to you, careful to keep some space between you. his presence was comforting, and steady. the bed dipped slightly under his weight, and you felt a strange sense of peace wash over you, the last remnants of your earlier teasing fading away.
âyou okay?â he asked after a moment, his voice low in the quiet room.
you nodded, snuggling deeper into the blankets. âyeah. iâm good now. thank you.â
daryl shifted a bit, clearly not used to being thanked all that much, but he didnât say anything, just settled in beside you. the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing helped calm you, and you closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the night catching up to you.
âgânight daryl,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
ânight,â he grunted back, his voice softer than you had heard all night.
as you drifted off to sleep, you realised you had never felt quite so cared for until you had met daryl. in his quiet, gruff way, daryl dixon had looked out for you when you needed it most. and that meant more than you could put into words.
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how dad's best friend rafe and reader met âĄ
"do you need anything else, mister cameron?"
the soft-spoken words come from somewhere behind himâand said with such sincerity he's a little taken aback. rafe's been to a million and one of theseâevents and outings and even smaller, more intimate dinners at home like this oneâbut the wife of whichever business partner he's entertaining this time has never asked this specific question in this specific way.
you sound young, pretty. it's not surprisingâhalf the men at his work are a walking, talking stereotype with a divorce under the belt and a young girl on their arm, and you must to belong to one of them.
he turns around getting ready to tell you he doesn't need anything, but when he's face to face the sentence seems to evaporate into thin air.
you're not one of themâthe wives who plaster on a smile and make small-talk while keeping one eye on the clock. no, rafe is sure that you're not.
he was right about two things at leastâyou are young, and you are very pretty. you smile sweetly at him, eyes blinking in anticipation of his answer.
his own eyes flicker down, first to your left hand. a breath releases by itself, the relief of not finding a wedding ring or engagement band on your fingers completely evident. then they wander down a littleâtaking in the hem of your dress which dances above your knees. finally, back to your waiting eyes, a little concern dancing around them.
"mister cameron?" it snaps him out, and rafe clears his throat. his hand tightens around the glass of scotch he's been clutching onto, and any tighter will have it shattering.
"no, no, m'fine, thank you. and it's just rafe, actually. rafe is fine."
your polite smile deepens a little, eyes meeting his own and then looking away quickly. he doesn't need your words to tell himâbody language and those pretty eyes are enough for a guy his age to decipher you completely.
you're a little flustered, maybe you weren't expecting his response. now that he thinks back a little, just over the last half-hour he's been here, he's seen you floating around, each time with a drink in your hand, off to deliver it to whichever coworker of his was an asshole enough to make you fetch a drink instead of getting it themselves.
it doesn't make much senseâyou're here as a guest too, not a waitress, and you know names before introductions are made, and yet-
"i don't know if my dad would approve of that," you say with a laugh, a sweet, sincere laugh to match all of your other sweetness.
things start clickingâremember the name on the invitation for tonight and the coworker who always talking about his family and then it finally comes backâ'my daughter's home from school, so you'll get to meet her.'
"yeah." it comes out quiet.
rafe clears his throat, suddenly feeling a little tight even though he was just fine a moment ago. he takes a sip of scotch while looking back at you, and this time he drags it out. starting from your cute heels to your matching dress, the long expanse of exposed skin in between them. how you play with your hands while talking to him, particularly fiddling with that left ring finger. it just makes him think he should get you something to put on there, something to play with instead of your soft skin.
"yeah, kid. wouldn't wanna make him upset, would we?" the question teeters on the edge of teasing. he doesn't want to be too upfront, doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.
what rafe's failed to recognize is the way your eyes have been glued to him since he walked through the door. how you had to go through a seemingly endless list of your dad's work-friends before you could make your way over to the one you wanted to talk to. and while he's taking in you, you're taking in all of him, staring up at a man who towers over you wondering what exactly is hiding underneath his suit jacket.
"i mean.. he doesn't have to know everything. right, rafe?"
"yeah, kid.." he falters, staring at your expression trying to understand what you're really thinking. you smile back at him brightly, taking a step closer. "right."
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(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)
*NOT Mature, SFW â incorrectly flagged
đđđđ đ â đđđđ đ â đđđđ đ âą more of the pennyverse here.
Summary: . . . After almost losing you in a scare related to your preterm labor, Eddie is reluctant to meet his newborn son, whose life still remains on the line, until some convincing from you. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.
a/n: congrats on making it to part two! we still have quite a bit of angst to get through but we're almost through the storm! this part (even though i wrote Wayne's World as a whole) was my favorite to write, and i'm sure you'll be able to guess why. word count is 6k. good luck and happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? âĄÌ
Hours passed by, Penny had fallen asleep in his lap again and so had most of his friends with the exceptions of Jonathan who looked like he could really use the sleep, Eden and Wayne. Steve would snap awake every once and a while, careful not to jostle his sleeping girlfriend. Nancy was asleep on Jonathanâs shoulder while Argyle used Edenâs lap for a pillow. Barb and Robin were hanging off chairs in the most uncomfortable looking positions, Robinâs snores almost painful sounding. The âkidsâ (teenagers) had been picked up by their parents, only agreeing to go home if they could come back to wait with him first thing in the morning.Â
 Eddie didnât rest for a single second, mind torturing him with horrible, horrible thoughts. One played in his mind on loop; he was holding Penny as he walked out of the hospital. They were on their own.
 It held him captive, he hadnât even noticed your doctor approaching him until she gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
 âMr. Munson?â
 Wayne and Eddie traded quick glances and he handed Penny over, trying not to disturb her too much in his rush but she just curled up to Wayne.
 Eddie stood up, already feeling lightheaded. That voice in his head that had been torturing him whispered something cruel to him, enough to make him want to cease existing: maybe you, somewhere in this hospital, already gone and he didnât know it. Was she about to confirm his worst fears?
 âI apologize for the fright we gave you. Your wife started hemorrhaging and she lost a lot of blood.â
 Yeah. Eddieâs world was ending. It was over.
 âBut we were able to stop the bleeding and get her a transfusion. Sheâs stable and sheâs going to be just fine.â
 The relief was almost crippling, the heaviest weight heâd ever felt on him was lifted. Eddie wanted to cry, he squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to compose himself before he broke down in front of another doctor.
 âWe have her in a room, probably hold her for a couple of nights, depending on her recovery. Would you like to go see her?â
 âYeah, yes, please.â He nodded rapidly, wiping furiously at his eyes.Â
 Dr. Eisenberg nodded and began walking down the hall, âIf youâll follow me.â
 Eddie turned, ready to ask Wayne to look after Penny when Wayne cut him off, âGo. I'll let âem all know sheâs okay and send âem home. They probably wonât be able to see her tonight or in the morninâ, but Iâll stick around. Let me know when I can come on up.â
 Eddie wanted to hug him, but he really needed to see you.Â
 âThank you, Wayne. For everything.â Then he was scrambling after Dr. Eisenberg, who had stopped to wait for him.
 The walk to your hospital room had Eddie ready to tear his hair out, heâd wanted to just ask your doctor for your room number so he could sprint the rest of the way because her pace was much too slow. He was desperate to get to you, to make sure you were really still alive.
 âHere we are,â she stated, pushing your room door open. âHello, again, Mrs. Munson. I brought someone whoâs been waiting for you.â
 Eddieâs breath hitched as Dr. Eisenberg stepped to the side and he finally saw you, eyelids heavy from whatever sedation you were still trying to pull yourself from, and a smile on your face that only widened when you locked eyes.Â
 âHi, baby,â you slurred, sleepy little smile not going anywhere. And neither were you.Â
 The rush of emotions he was experiencing was too much, he burst into tears where he stood as Dr. Eisenberg closed the door behind her on her way out.Â
 âEddieâŠâ you mumbled out, reaching the hand lacking an IV out to him.Â
 Of course you were trying to comfort him, you were the one confined to a hospital bed, having just barely survived a traumatic birth and you were still trying to comfort him because you were perfect.Â
 He slowly approached your bed, hot tearsâhe was surprised his body could even still produce more tears given how much heâd cried in the last few hours aloneâstreaming down his cheek. Eddie really did collapse when he reached you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
 You wrapped your arms around him, holding him to your chest as best as you could, though you had no idea why he was crying, brain too hazy.
 Eddie didnât sob, just silently shook as he wet your neck, inhaled your scent, felt your warm skin and pulse beating beneath his lips. He hadnât lost you, you were still here.
 Ideally, heâd be holding you and squeezing you hard enough to ensure youâd never leave his arms again, but even in his emotional hysteria, he was mindful of your condition.
 Eddie pulled away, large hands framing your face as he pressed desperate kisses all over your face, making sure every inch was caressed with his love before he focused on your lips, mouth meshing messily against yours.
 You could taste the salt of his tears, feel a couple of stray ones catching where your lips met. While he may have been feeling a mixture of emotions, all you could feel right then was content and still a bit sleepy from the anesthesia.
 When Eddie felt heâd conveyed his love for you sufficiently, he pulled away, a wet and hoarse chuckle escaping him when he realized you could barely keep your eyes open.
 âYou sleepy, baby?â
 âMhmm.â
 âGet some rest, sweetheart,â Eddieâs thumb stroked over your bottom lip before resting over the center of it, âjust, please wake up.â
 âOkay,â you mumbled, eyes already shut. Still, you managed to press a kiss to his thumb before you slipped into a blissful slumber.
 While you slept, Eddie had one of the nurses phone up the waiting room and sent Wayne. The poor man looked exhausted, but the relief on his face was evident when he saw you sleeping peacefully.Â
  He looked like he wanted to cry, too. Instead, he just cleared his throat, blinked to keep the tears away and spoke low so as to not disturb you or the sleeping toddler in his arms.
 âEverythinâ alright?â
 âWith her?â Eddieâs red rimmed gaze drifted back to you, focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Still breathing, âYeah.â
 Wayne nodded once and they both stood there in silence for a few minutes as the world began to turn again. Something still wasnât right, felt wrong. He could tell by the tension his boy still had, arms crossed as he crouched in the seat next to your bed.Â
 âAnd the baby?â
 Eddie flinched as if Wayne had shot a gun off in the air rather than mention his son.
 âI donât know.â
 Wayne watched him with a careful eye, Eddie looked almost like he was vibrating from the force at which his leg was shaking, even your hospital bed appeared to be affected by it, though not nearly enough to disturb you.
 As much as he wanted to comfort him, for once, Wayne didnât know what to do. Didnât know what to say and he had an inkling that anything that came out of his mouth wouldnât be heard by Eddie. He was lost in the dark crevices of his own mind.Â
 The most he could do was offer to give him some alone time, he was sure his boy wasnât keen on others sticking around right now, even him.Â
 âIâll take Penny home, me and Maudeâll watch her.âÂ
 Eddie shook his head, a look of panic flashing over his face, âNo, thatâs alright. She can stay with me.â
 Wayne was reluctant, mouth set in a frown. Penny was a good girl, usually, but he didnât know if Eddie could really handle her along with processing everything going on around him.
 âReally, we wouldnât mindââ
 âI need her.âÂ
 That shut Wayne right up, he and Eddie shuffled to exchange Penny from his arms to her dadâs without waking her. She stirred momentarily then shoved her face into Eddieâs neck, her little body falling slack once more.
 Wayne gave his shoulder a good squeeze, ran his hand gently over Pennyâs back before he leaned downâand in a rare show of affectionâpressed a brief kiss to your forehead.
 As he was walking out of the room, Eddie felt the panic crawling down his throat again. He croaked out a broken, âWayneââ
 Wayne paused in the doorway, turning to acknowledge Eddie but his nephew didnât continue, just looked scared. For a moment, Wayne was caught off guard, sucking in a breath as his boy looked young for the first time in a couple of years.Â
 Now, he knew you and Eddie were young. Heâd been aware of it when you got together, aware of it when you told him you were pregnant with Penny but sometime after that, he stopped seeing your age, stopped seeing Eddieâs as the two of you grew up for her. Now, right then, he remembered with startling clarity that Eddie wasnât even twenty-five. He looked so young because he was.
 Eddie didnât have to say anything else because Wayne knew exactly what he wanted him to say.
 Wayne nodded slowly, mouth pressing into a firm line of determination, âEverythingâs gonna be alright, kid.â
 Eddie choked up, held Penny a little tighter and Wayne went on his way.
 He found himself settling back into the seat heâd dragged near your bed, cradling Penny as she remained blissfully unaware and drooling on his scrub top.
 Wayne wasnât wrong, sheâd probably be a little too much for him but she was his kid, it wasn't like he could just hand her off to people when life came at him like this and he really did need her right now. Again.
 You were here and whole, but somewhere else in this hospital, a member of his little family was still slipping through his fingers. He couldnât let the other one out of his sight, couldnât lose her, too.
 Once more, Eddie remained restless as the hours passed. He sat in mostly silence. Heâd turned on the tv near your bed, the volume high enough to drown out the sounds of the hospital outside of the room but much too low to wake you. Rain trilled against the windows, much more gentle than it had been earlier. The storm had also passed, and if there was even an ounce of humor in him, he would have been amused with how this storm seemed to fester like a black cloud looming over him.Â
 Itâd been a normal day up until heâd gone to Lucasâ birthday party, but heâd been skeptical about leaving you, worried something would happen. The metaphorical little black cloud formed over him, as a result, and so did the actual black clouds, quickly calling for wind and rain at high speeds.Â
 And when Eddie had found out you were okay, you were alive, his black cloud disappeared, though it left behind damage and a cold atmosphere. The real storm had also run its course, leaving behind weather that reflected exactly how Eddie felt.
 Penny squirmed in his grasp, and he realized heâd tensed up so he quickly relaxed, shifting her into a more comfortable position in his hold.Â
 âWhy donât you give her to me?â
 Eddieâs head snapped over to you, surprised to find you awake, somewhat lucid and watching him with a small smile on your face.
 âBecause you just had your insides removed and put back in,â He smirked, another wave of relief washing over him. Youâd woken up, you really were okay. You werenât going to leave him.
 You rolled your eyes, making a vague hand gesture to brush the subject off, clearly the surgeons hadnât removed your sass.
 âSheâs tiny and thereâs more than enough room on here for both of us.â You hissed as you slowly shimmied your way to the side of the bed and Eddie frowned.
 âOkay, how about you donât move so we can limit the amount of heart attacks you give me today, yeah?â You knew Eddie must have been worried so you didnât take the lack of humor behind his words and the tension on his face personally.Â
 A quick glance at the clock confirmed your suspicions, âItâs three in the morning, Eddie. New day, but Iâll keep my antics to a minimum.â
 Insistently, you patted the spot next to you, perfectly Penny sized and high enough to guarantee she wouldnât accidentally move against your incision.
 With a sigh, Eddie complied, gathering his daughter up. Tensing up disturbed her but full on moving her didnât, most likely used to being carried into your home after sheâd fallen asleep in her car seat or on the couch.
 She didnât stir when he laid her down, either. You both had to rearrange her limbs into a more comfortable position, one that didnât make it look like she was possessed. Once Eddie tucked her in, he let out another sigh and cast you an apologetic look, big brown eyes wide, glassy and full of sorrow.
 âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to snap at you.â It was the last thing you deserved after what youâd gone through.
 The sincerity in his voice almost hurt you, it was heavy, as though it carried more weight than just a simple apology for his tone.Â
 You held out your hand and Eddie immediately slipped his over it, locking his fingers with yours, squeezing as his breath hitched.Â
 Your hand was so warm and soft. At one point in the last twenty-four hours, heâd thought heâd never get to feel it again, never get to hold your hand or see your pretty face. Never get to sayâŠ
 âI love you,â he blurted out, the panic heâd felt earlier when he couldnât remember the last time heâd said those three words to you climbed right out of his belly, trying to claw its way out of his chest. Eddie took in a shuddering breath, head shaking as a hot tear escaped its confinement, trailing down his cheek. He moved to the other side of the hospital bed, so he wouldnât crush Penny, and took your face in his hands, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, hoping he was able to convey just how much he loved you.
 He needed you to know.
 âEddie,â you mumbled as he pulled away, only to hide himself in the crook of your neck again. You could feel his tears against your skin and it alarmed you. âI love you, too, baby. Whatâs wrong?â
 âI thought I was going to lose you,â he confessed and you felt your heart seize up, âI thought I was gonna lose you twice in the same damn day. I was so fucking scared, sweetheart.âÂ
 When heâd been driving to the hospital, there had been a moment when he wondered if youâd still be breathing when he got there. It made him want to throw up so he quickly squashed it and forced it to the back of his head. It hadnât been ideal when heâd entered the operation room, he didnât like seeing you get cut open but it was comforting to see heâd overreacted. You were getting a c-section, you werenât on your deathbed.
 Until you had been.Â
 And for the second time that day, he thought you were going to die, thought heâd somehow cruelly manifested this for you and himself.
 âIâm alright, Eddie.â You freed your hand, grabbing his to cradle your cheek with.Â
 âSee? Iâm okay. You didnât lose me, youâre not going to.â Eddie pulls away from his hiding spot to stare down at you, the wounded puppy look still firmly in place so you add a little humor, hoping to get a smile out of him, âThereâs no way Iâm checking out this early, I canât risk you moving on when you look this good.â
 Eddieâs hand was so big his fingers were tucked into your hair, his palm alone took up most of your cheek. His fingertips lightly massaged the area of your scalp available to him as the hurt on his face morphed into an earnest look, somehow more vulnerable.
 âThereâs no moving on from you, youâre taking my soul, my heart, all of it with you when you go. Youâre the love of my life, my everything. And thatâfuck, it terrifies me because Iâd still have Penny to take care of and I wouldnât know what to do. I wouldnât know how to pull myself out of it, if itâd even be possible and quite frankly, I donât ever want to fucking find out.â
 Eddie was more than happy to have those types of questions remain unanswered for the rest of his life.
 âYouâd be able to do it, I know you would. You would be able to take care of Penny and the baby.â You knew he would, your husband would pull himself out of his depression to make sure your children were okay because of how much he loved them, despite his grief.
 Eddie flinched, something you were quick to clock. You didnât need to ask, he could see the question reflecting in those beautiful eyes of yours.Â
 He had to break the news. You were already in a frail condition and he had to tell you the baby youâd almost died to have, your son, might still die.
 âHoney, the babyâheâfuck, heâs uhâŠthereâs something wrong with his heart.â
 The way your face plummeted shattered something inside of him.Â
 âWhat?â
 âHeâs got a hole in his heart, the doctor said it was pretty common amongst heart defects but since he was born so early, itâd be difficult to medicate him or perform an operation. All they can do is keep him under observation, he still might not make it because of how young he is.â
 You squeezed your eyes shut, head dropping back to meet your pillow as you tried, and failed, not to cry. Why was this happening? You blamed yourself, why hadnât you been able to keep him in your belly? Why had your own body betrayed you? Why had you failed your baby?
 âThis is all my fault,â you declared, eyes and cheeks growing wet with your tears.
 âNo, no, sweetheart.â Eddie was not about to let you take the blame for something out of your control or even allow you to believe any of this was your fault. âYou canât possibly believe this is on you. These things happen, it obviously isnât ideal, but itâs just circumstance. Itâs not your fault and itâs not the babyâs fault. You did everything you could and more. Okay?â
 He leaned in, finger stroking gently across your cheekbone as he caught a tear. You sniffled, nodding once as he pulled you back together.
 âWhat does he look like?â You asked, snuggling back into the pillow as Eddie coddled you.
 He hesitated for a moment before he answered, âIâI donât know.â
 That elicited a small frown from you, âYou havenât seen him yet?â
 Eddie swallowed hard, gaze moving away from you, âNo.â
 You waited, watching a series of emotions pass over his features. Eddie often tried to keep his internal struggles to himself, a habit you noticed once you became friends with him (ironically, through some trauma bonding) and even into your relationship. You hadnât expected him to confide everything in you right away, though you had let him know should he ever need someone to talk to, youâd be there.
 Now, it wasnât a matter of if he would, it was when. It didnât take him long.Â
 âI donât knowâI guess,â he pursed his lips, eyes squeezing shut as he felt the all too familiar burn of fresh tears. How many times had he cried in the last twenty-four hours? He felt ridiculous to be so emotional, then again, heâd never thought heâd find himself in this tragic situation, so he was due for a couple of breakdowns, âI know if I go down there and IâI look at him, Iâm gonna fall in love with him and then what? He dies. I canât do that, not if Iâm gonna lose him forever. I canât.â
 Eddie was leaking tears, not yet sobbing but well on his way as he made his confession. He couldnât stomach seeing his baby boy if he was going to be taken away from him, if the two of you would have to put a tiny little coffinâa size that should never have to existâsix feet into the ground. Heâd been put through the fucking ringer but Eddie couldnât do that. It would break him.
 Eddieâs confession had you crying as well, you shared his pain. You didnât want to lose your baby, either. You couldnât remember what he looked like through the haze of your fatigue when youâd given birth to him, but if you tried to think hard enough, you could remember how it felt to have him in your arms in the passenger seat of Wayneâs truck. The first time youâd held him and you hoped it wouldnât be the last.Â
 Even if it was, you were grateful youâd had the chance to and you knew Eddie would never forgive himself if he didnât get to see him, didnât get to meet him.
 âI know youâre terrified, Eds. It scares me, too.â You grabbed his hand just as it slipped away from your face, encouraging him to look at you. âI donât want to lose him, either. I want to take him home. I want to cuddle with him, nurse him, take tons of pictures of him with Penny and with you, but most of all, I want to make sure he knows I love him.â
 It killed you to imagine your baby in an incubator, small, helpless and with no one but the nurses, who could make the time to check on him in between all their other patients, offering him comfort. Human contact. And if he did end up passing, he could do so alone in there, not knowing how loved he was.Â
 âI know you love him, Eddie, and you donât want to lose him. But you canât lose him if you donât have him, baby. I hate that this is even a possibility for us, but Iâd rather have held him and lost him than to never have picked him up at all. Iâll be okay with whatever you decide, but do you really want him to die without having gotten to meet his dad?â
 Eddie let out a choked sob as he shook his head. He didnât want his baby to die at all but you were right, if he did lose his kid, heâd spend the rest of his life agonizing over the same thing Eddie had been upset with himself for when he thought heâd lose you. Heâd been unable to recall the last time he told you he loved you. Only, heâd know he never told his son.Â
 âIâll be right back,â he swore and you nodded just as he leaned down to give you a kiss. He wiped away his tears, inhaled a particularly violent sniffle and you watched as he left your room to finally meet his baby.
 Eddie felt almost disorientated as he navigated his way to the NICU. Heâd been there once, briefly, to check on Penny when sheâd been there for a few hours, but that was a couple of years ago and heâd needed the assistance of several nurses and staff to direct him, but he finally made it.
 The entrance room, where the viewing window was located, was nearly empty. There was a woman further down, gazing through the large window.
 Eddie approached it with caution and his heart racing a mile a minute. It wasnât too difficult to find his baby. His son was in an incubator, close to the window and labeled âMUNSONâ. For the first time, Eddie got to take his son in. He had been right, he fell in love with him at first sight.
 He was smaller than some of the other babies, bigger than others as well and surprisingly well developed. Kind of calmed Eddieâs nerves, just a little. He had a couple of monitor pads attached to his tummy with an additional one wrapped around his tiny foot. Other than the nasal cannula, baby Munson didnât have a whole lot of tubes attached to him like Eddie had imagined and he could see a smattering of hair on his head, somewhat light in shade but he had a feeling it would darken soon to resemble his own.Â
 It was hard to tell if Wayne and Penny were right in their description of him, Eddie couldnât tell if he was still pale since the baby was cloaked in blue light, but he assumed his son had gained some color by then. Eddie also couldnât make out his eyes, those were covered by some sort of eye cloth, most likely for protection. He looked a little odd, obviously resembled a baby and while his features were almost indistinguishable, appearing a little generic, as his face still needed to develop a little more, Eddie could see hints of familiar features.Â
 He looked like newborn Penny, well, so far. Her features had obviously changed since then, and still were, but he was promising to look almost exactly like she had when she was born. And Eddie thought Penny looked a lot like you, so it got a smile out of him, regardless of the fact his son was bound to resemble his family.
 Eddie watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest with concern. Was he supposed to be breathing that fast? Was he okay?Â
 âWhich one is yours?â
 Eddie turned to peer over at the woman whoâd asked him the question, âMunson.â
 Eddie watched as her gaze moved over all the incubators until they found the correct one.
Â ïżœïżœOh, heâs a cute one. And his breathing looks incredible.â
 âReally? Itâs not too fast?â He asked, the worry in his voice obvious.
 âConsidering itâs his first time pumping those lungs, I donât think so, no. Looks like heâs breathing real good to me. Mine needs a little help.â She pointed through the glass to an incubator that housed a baby with a tube in its mouth as well as individual ones in each nostril unlike his sonâs nasal cannula. Eddie felt horrible.
 âIâm sorry,â he tried to apologize but she waved him off, a smile still on her face.Â
 âDonât be, thatâs all mine is here for. As soon as she figures out how to keep doing it on her own, sheâll be back with me and my wife.â
 Right on, Eddie thought. Before he could continue their conversation, a nurse knocked on the window.
 She gestured down to the baby, âIs he yours?â
 Wow, this glass must have been thin, he could hear her pretty good.
 For some reason, Eddie still assumed she couldnât hear him and only nodded. She disappeared for a minute and emerged into the room through a large pair of doors.Â
 âWould you like to hold him?â
 Eddie glanced at the other occupant and she gave him a nod of encouragement.Â
 âYeah,â he rasped out, turning to look at his son through the window once more, âYeah, I would.â
 Eddie was nervous the entire time as she prepped him with instructions. While they were concerned about the hole in his sonâs heart, he was well developed, had strong vitals, good reactions, even for thirty weeks. He was so good that had it not been for his heart, he probably would have been sent home at the same time as you, given your longer than average stay due to your c-section and preeclampsia.
 And when she placed him in his arms, the love he had for his son almost overwhelmed him. He couldnât believe he almost denied himself this.Â
 âCan I touch him?â He asked, after heâd stopped marveling at the small faceâeyes still hiddenâin his arms.Â
 âMhm, weâd encourage it. Babies, even born preterm, are still very much so human. He craves the contact, it might even encourage him.âÂ
 Eddie didnât hesitate, fingers gently stroking over the soft fluff of hair on his sonâs head. This close, he could see it all pushed towards the middle of his head, like a mohawk. His baby was already metal straight out of your womb, it made him chuckle.Â
 The nurse stepped away to tend to another baby, giving him a little privacy. Eddie maneuvered his son so he was resting on his chest, little head pressed against the spot just over his heart.
 âHi,â he whispered down to the baby in his arms, âIâm your dad.â
 Much to Eddieâs awe, the baby nuzzled his head against his chest, making him still. He didnât know why, but heâd believed his son wouldnât be able to move for some reason. It was nice to know he was wrong.
 âItâs nice to finally meet you, too,â he laughed, the sound soft, âIâve been looking forward to it, you must have, too. You sure know how to make an entrance, huh? Couldnât wait in your mom any longer?â
 Eddie ducked down to kiss his little head, lips remaining there as he moved to sit in one of the few chairs of the NICU.Â
 âItâs okay, though. Iâve got you, daddyâs got you.â Even if the outcome wasnât okay, right at that moment with his son in his arms, everything felt like it would be. And if his son needed encouragement, Eddie would give it to him.Â
 âIâm sorry it took me so long to come find you, your mom had to talk some sense into me. She loves you a lot, you know? Probably jealous Iâm down here and she isnât, but only because she physically canât just yet.â
 Eddieâs hand went to support the back of his head as he moved the baby down to hold in his hands, staring down at his little face.Â
 âIâll bring her down to see you again as soon as I can, though. So you gotta keep fighting, okay? I know things are hard for you right now, not as easy as the other babies in the hospital, but I know you can do it. I love you so much, your mom and I just want to take you home, so you gotta beat this, okay?â
 Eddie rocked his baby, gentle swaying motions as he pressed kiss after kiss to his head.Â
 âI see youâve made it down for a visit,â
 Eddie glanced up at the face of Dr. Houseman, she didnât look as intimidating as she had when sheâd first approached him in the waiting room.
 âSorry to disturb you, but Iâm very glad I caught you. I heard your wife is doing well.â
 âShe is,â he confirmed, with a relieved grin.Â
 âGood, Iâm glad. Have you been given an update on your little guy?â
 Eddie recounted what the nurse had told him and Dr. Houseman looked pleased.
 âWell, I have more news for you. Heâs proving to be much stronger than weâd initially anticipated, and while his vitals were already good on intake, theyâve improved tremendously in the last few hours and so have his responses. I think heâs figuring out what heâs capable of doing; how to breathe, how to move, how to eatâwe introduced him to a rubber nipple to check his latch response and itâs good, not quite there yet, weâll have to get creative with his feedings but I think heâll be able to latch onto his mom soon.â
 She must have caught the way Eddie perked up at her use of the word soon. That meant his baby had a fighting chance.
 âThese first few hours after a birth such as his and with his condition are crucial. While heâs still significantly weaker than an average full term newborn, your baby seems to be a fighter. Should he survive this next night, I believe heâll make it. Heâd just need some time in here while the hole closes up, but it just might not be too much for him.â
 She left him with that news and a parting smile.
 Eddie held his son for a few more minutes before a nurse returned to put him back in his incubator. He hadnât wanted to leave him, but heâd promised him heâd be back.
 When Eddie got back to the room, his heart was a little lighter and he was able to smile when he saw you giving Penny, who was now wide awake, kisses. He pressed his back up against the door and watched for a few moments as you leaned in and gave her a loud kiss. Sheâd go into a fit of giggles before demanding another with an again!
 âDaddy!â Penny beamed the moment she saw him and Eddie grinned as he made his way over, lifting her into his arms when she held hers up to him.
 âHi, pretty one. You sleep good?âÂ
 âUh-huh,â it was clear she was distracted and didnât care about his questions, no, she had some of her own. âYou see my baby?â
 Eddie raised an eyebrow, trading an amused look with you.
 âOh, heâs your baby now?â
 âYa, heâsâheâs my baby.â She nodded with a grin as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he leaned down to press his forehead to hers.
 âWell, then yes. I saw your baby,â he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her nose.
 âWhaâhelooklike?â Penny blurted out, eyes wide as she waited for his reply.Â
 âHe looked a lot like you.âÂ
 âNooooooo,â Penny laughed, shaking her head against her dadâs, âHe is my potatoes, not anoda Penny.â
 âItâs true!â Eddie laughed with her as he put her back down by your side and leaned in to give you yet anotherâheâd never stop giving them to youâkiss.
 âHe looks like her?â You asked, after youâd returned his kiss.
 âMhm,â Eddie fell back into the seat heâd occupied hours earlier. âLooks like she did when she was a newborn. Heâs not paleâlike a potato,â he directed that part to Penny who just laughed into her little hands, âanymore, at least. I donât know whose eyes he has, they were covered.â
 Eddie was right about you being jealous, you were practically green with it.Â
 âI wish I could see him,â you stated sadly, frown on your lips. You knew, realistically, if he started to decline, theyâd most likely let you out of bed to see him or bring him up to you, but still. Youâd rather it not come to that.
 âRan into his doctor while I was there, she said heâs got a better chance.â
 Your eyes lit up, âReally?â
 âI was just about ready to kiss her.â He nodded and you made a face, nose doing that adorable scrunch he loved so much.
 âOkay, well, donât do that.â
 Eddie snickered, âIt was a figure of speech, baby.â
 âI know, Iâm just saying it on her behalf,â
 âOn her behalf?â Eddie pouted, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
 âYeah, I want to kiss her, too, butâuhm, Eds, you might need some sleep âcauseâyouâre hot, you really are, but you also look insane right now.â
 Eddie got up to make his way to the bathroom so he could see himself in the mirror, nearly jumping once heâd turned on the lights.
 His eyes were beyond bloodshot, his eye bags were dark and very apparent, his skin had an interesting almost gray like tinge to it and his hair was a wreck. Eddie looked like he belonged in a psych ward.
 âJesus,â he shouted loud enough to be heard by you.
 âItâs okay, Eds. Youâre still beautiful to me!â
 Eddie did end up sleeping. Turns out the chair heâd been sitting on was also a pull out bed. You insisted that he get some rest, and while he did, you changed Pennyâs diaper and got some hospital room service for the two of you, youâd even picked something out on the menu for Eddie to eat once he woke up.Â
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This is a Walker scobell x fem reader!
Walker had been filming for Percy Jackson for months you miss him so much but you still visit his house to see Leeana his sister.
You And Leena were best friends ever since you Walker started dating she was always so sweet to you. And today you guys plan to hang out.
You get dressed, you slip on one of Walker hoodies that he left behind and you slip on some leggings and some Jordans (if you arenât comfortable or donât like the outfit you can imagine youâre wearing something else <3)
You get to the house âBye mom!â
âBye Sweetieâ Your mom says smiling at you
âHave fun!â She says again all you do is nod back at her
(Time skip)âïž
You and Leena had been hanging out for a while now, And you had gone to the kitchen to get some snacks and while you were getting snacks you happen to run into Walkers mom
âHi Ms Scobellâ you said smiling at her
âHi sweetie, how are you?â She says smiling at you
âIâm good, I just miss Walkerâ you say looking down kinda sad
âWell heâs gonna be home soon sweetie I promiseâ she says sweetly looking kinda like sheâs thinking of something
âWell I have to go back to Leena, see you soon Ms Scobellâ you say as you start to walk away to hang out with Leena again
âSee you soon sweetieâ she says smiling
(Walkers mom POV)
As I start to walk back to the living room after talking to Y/n I start to think maybe we could talk to her parents and plan something to surprise Y/n and Walker so they can see each other again
âHey honeyâ I say to my husband
âHey babeâ My Husband says
âYou know, Maybe we could get Walker home early for a couple daysâ I say looking at my husband curiously
âYeah I mean we probably can, but why do you want him home early?â My husband says with a confused look on his face
âWell I was talking to Y/n and she misses Walker a lot and I do to so maybe we could get him home and surprise them with each other, we would have to talk to Y/nâs parents thoughâ I say hoping he says it sounds like a good idea
âWell yeah we would have to call Y/nâs parents and ask them if we could all set something up for them to see each other, but I donât see anything wrong with it we would just have to talk to the producers about itâ my Husband says smiling at me
âYes thatâs sounds perfect Iâll call Y/nâs parents and you call the producers ok?â I say picking up my phone to call
âOk well I will call the producers right now then as wellâ My husband says smiling and picking up his phone
(Your POV)
You and Leena have a sleepover that night so now itâs the next morning and you had to wake up early and leave because your little sibling had a soccer game so you had to leave
âBye Leenaâ you say hugging Leena as you walk away
âBye Y/nâ Leena says hugging you back as you walk away
(Time skip) âïž
So it had been a couple weeks since you had hung out with Leena and Walker was still gone filming or was he Walkers mom and dad had pulled some strings and got Walker home for a couple days but you didnât know that but your mom did
(Walkers mom POV)
âHey Walker weâre going somewhere tonight so dress niceâ I say to my son Walker
âUm ok well weâre are we going mom?â Walker asks me looking curious
âWell itâs a surprise honeyâ I say smiling at him
âUm okâ Walker says looking confused
(YOUR POV)
You were just hanging out in your room and your mom walked in
âHey honey weâre going somewhere tonight so dress nice okâ your mom says smiling at you
âWeâre are we going mom?â You say kinda confused
âItâs a surprise okâ your mom says walking out of the room
âWell okâ you say as you start to get ready
You throw on a pink casual dress and some pink Jordanâs, you curl your hair and put on some light makeup (and again if you donât like the outfit you can change it if your not comfortable <3)
Your mom and you get into the car and she drives you to some fancy restaurant and You didnât think anything of it she probably was just taking you out for a dinner or something.
You and your mom walk in to get a table but turns out you guys already had a reservation
You and your mom start to walk to the table with the waiter
âThank you sirâ your mom says to the waiter he gives her a nod as you and her take a seat at a pretty big table
âMom itâs just me and you, why do we have such a big tableâ you say curiously
âWell youâll see honeyâ your mom says looking kinda sneaky
You were just playing on your phone when suddenly you see someone from the corner of your eye you didnât think much of it at first but then some people sat with us and of course you look up to see whoâs sitting with you
You look up and you see Walker
âWalker!â You say excitedly
âY/n!â Walker says back to you
You and Walker run to each other give each other one of the biggest hugs ever
âIâve missed you so much Walkerâ you say as you hug Walker
âIâve missed you to Y/nâ Walker says as he looks up from the hug and gives you a quick kiss on the lips
Youâve missed his hugs and kisses for so long youâve just missed him so much
As he kisses you, you hear something
âAww you guys are such love birdsâ Leena says teasing you and Walker
âShut up Leenaâ Walker says annoyed and embarrassed blushing
So for the rest of the night you and Walker sit next to each other and catch up with each other so when it was time to leave you gave Walker one of the biggest hugs and kisses ever
âIâll talk to you later ok Walkerâ you say smiling at him
âOk well Iâll text you when I get homeâ Walker says looking at you in awe
âOk love youâ you say you and Walker have never said I love you to each other so you weâre excited to see his reaction to your words
âI-I-I love you to y/nâ Walker says stuttering nervously as he looks at you blushing you give him one more hug and Walker to your car with your mom.
-The end
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I Still Got You to Be My Open Door
Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt ââGo, see if I care.ââ | wc: 662 | rated: T | cw: referenced parental neglect | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, steveâs parents suck, references to cutting off contact with parents | title from âGrey Roomâ by Damien Rice
Steveâs own voice echoes after him as he slams the front door and stomps to his car.
âHow did you think I would react?â Infuriated. Poisonous.
He fumbles his keys and they fall to the asphalt with a discordant jangle that sounds the way his nerves feel. He has to shut his eyes and breathe for a moment so he doesnât fall apart.
âIf you donât want me here, Iâll go somewhere else.â Emotionless. Numb.
Another breath, then Steve retrieves his keys. He wonders, as he unlocks the car door, if he should leave his house key. He could drop it in the mailbox, slip it under the doormat. He could throw it in the pool or toss it into the woods behind the houseâŠ
The silence inside the car is deafening. It was quiet enough outside, the sun already setting on a short fall day, but every birdâs song and rustle of leaves had seemed magnified by the roar of his pulse in his ears. The car muffles everything outside, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts.
âGo, see if I care.â Sneering. Disdainful.
Thatâs the part that stings the most. His parents dropped this on him over the phone. They couldnât even be bothered to come home to discuss it. Probably because in their minds, there is nothing to discuss. They will be selling the house, they will be moving to New York for his dadâs business, and they need his belongings packed up by the end of the month.
They didnât invite him to come with them. They hadnât even thought to ask what his plans were, now that they were yanking his home out from under him.
âGood luck in the city, I guess.â Hurt. Abandoned.
Steve drives around town in silence for what feels like hours, replaying the conversation over and over. What should he have said differently? Would it have changed anything? No, he decides. At the end of the day, the fact is that his parents donât care about him, donât even know him, and this kind of fight was a long time coming.
It still makes Steveâs throat tight. Standing up for himself like this means heâs given up all hope of having a relationship with his parents. As unlikely as that was, the possibility had been there. They could wake up one day and realize how absent and neglectful they had been, could apologize and beg for his forgiveness and try to make it up to him. That bridge is well and truly burned, now, which isnât surprising but still feels like a gut punch.
Without consciously picking a destination, Steve finds himself parked outside the Munson home. He kills the headlights, shuts off the ignition, but doesnât get out of the car. Now that heâs stopped moving, he doesnât have the momentum to start again.
The tap on his window is gentle but it still makes him jump. Of course itâs Eddie, standing there in one of Steveâs old Hawkins High sweatshirts, peering at him through the glass with that concerned frown Steve loves so much. âYou okay?â he mouths.
Steve canât begin to answer that right now. He opens the car door, careful not to hit Eddie, and slips out right into Eddieâs comforting embrace.
âHey, what happened?â Eddie murmurs, one hand holding Steveâs head against his shoulder and the other rubbing up and down his back.
âMy parents,â he sighs. That about sums it up.
Eddie doesnât ask him to elaborate, just squeezes him tighter. âYou can stay over if you want. Wayne wonât mind, and heâs working tonight anyway.â
Everything will wait until tomorrow, when the hurt isnât so fresh and he can make plans with a clear head. For tonight, Steve can cuddle up with his boyfriend, in borrowed clothes that smell like Eddie, maybe smoke a little, and stop thinking so hard.
âThanks,â he tells Eddie, his voice small.
Eddie kisses the top of his head. âAny time.â
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Until We Found You Part II
Hi again! Welcome back for part II of Until We Found You, please head the tags:Â Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+
Part IÂ Part III Part IVÂ Part VÂ Part VIÂ Part VIIÂ Part VIIIÂ Part IX
The police were practically useless with your case. After your parents had arrived, they checked the house while they told you to pack a bag. You went back upstairs, still cautious in case the killer was lurking somewhere. You felt your foot slip beneath you, remembering the papers on the floor. You picked them up from the ground, stuffing them into your backpack, following it up with clothes and whatever else you needed to take. You looked out of your window, seeing a red beetle pulling into your driveway and Tatum and Sidney getting out of it. You sighed, finishing packing your bag up, hearing the police begin to make their way to your room. âYou can all interview her tomorrow, I want her somewhere safe for the night,â you heard your mom's voice from down the hall, putting your shoes on before peeking your head out and looking up at the officer in front of you. âDewey,â you called out, seeing the man look back at you. âHey, are you okay? Did the paramedics check you out already,â he questioned, nodding and offering a tiny smile. âYup, I wasnât hurt, just kinda scared I guess,â you murmured, what if the killer got the smart idea to frame it all on you now? Why didnât they kill you? You werenât scared for your life, just scared they would ruin it by setting you up.
âOh, good, yeah. You gave your statement already, right?â He asked, you gave a hum in response. âCrazed masked killer wearing a black outfit, yup. Creepy call too, he asked me about an old horror movie, you know, the one I named Irena after. It was fucking creepy,â You said, recalling the incident from less than an hour ago. âDewey!â Tatum called, pushing past the other officers with Sidney trailing right behind her. âOh my god, are you okay? Did they hurt you or anything,â Tatum asked as she pulled you in for a hug. âNo, Iâm- Iâm okay,â you reassured her as Sidney wrapped her arms around you as well.
âHoney,â your dad called, making you pull away from the girls. âThe Machers said they would be happy to keep watch on all you kids tonight. Iâd feel a little better knowing all your friends will be with you,â he said, you nodded. âYeah, Iâd feel better too, did you guys call Randy and Billy already?â You asked as you turned back to Sidney and Tatum. âYeah, we called them on the way, we asked Stu if we could stay at his since his is the biggest. We kinda figured you didnât want to be alone tonight,â Sidney said, making you smile a bit as you nodded. âThanks,â you said before going to your parents. âWhat about you guys? Where are you going to stay tonight,â you didnât want the killer to go after them, next to Irena they were the only thing you cared about. âWeâll be at your aunt's house, we will be safe. You just try relaxing okay? Weâll pick you up in the morning to take you to the station,â your mom said before hugging you. âIâm so glad youâre safe,â she sighed out.
âI guess you arenât the killer after all, or maybe you have an accomplice helping you to throw police off your trail,â Randy said in a teasing way to you, huffing when you kicked at him. âMaybe it was you, Randy. Maybe you saw one too many Halloweens and thought youâd take some inspo,â you said as you put your head back onto Sidneyâs lap. âYeah, Randyâs a perfect killer. He probably did it because you wouldnât sleep with him,â Stu added, making the group laugh except for Randy. âAnd who says it wasnât you, Stu? Maybe you got jealous of her seeing your girlfriend's tits more than you,â Randy retorted, making Stu laugh as he looked at you. âYeah, what's to say it wasnât me trying to gut you tonight?â Stu asked in a teasing manner, Tatum hitting his shoulder as Billy sounded in. âCan you two idiots shut up about it? Watch the fucking movie,â he huffed out. âBillyâs right guys, I just want to relax tonight. I donât want to hear about that stupid fucking mask anymore,â you huffed out. You didnât want to admit it, but your heart was a little hurt. You had been obsessed with the killings, you didnât think Weary had killed Maureen, you think it was someone who was still on the loose, the same someone who killed Casey and Steve. The use of knives, the fact that no one saw their face, and how they were killed, it was all too coincidental. You spent over a whole year obsessing over them, only to be betrayed and nearly killed. You were almost killed by the one person who made you feel alive again, someone who brought you excitement, you were hurt by that.
âIâm gonna grab a beer, anyone else want one,â Stu asked as everyone chimed in. âThen someone come and help,â he demanded as he stood, you got off of Sidneyâs lap and stood up, âIâll help. Got anything other than shitty beer down there?â You questioned as he laughed, âI think,â he replied as you two headed down to the garage.
âYou know, Iâm surprised the horror hottie would follow someone all alone to a dark place,â Stu teased, earning him a shove to his shoulder. âShut up, Stu. Everyone knows you would probably go searching through my underwear drawer before trying to kill me,â you laughed, âwho says I didnât?â He questioned, making you stumble in your walk for a moment. âChill out, I was with Tate on the phone while it was going on. Iâm just fucking with you,â He chuckled, opening up the fridge and handing you the beers. âGot patron or hard lemonade, take your pick,â he hummed, you pointed at the lemonade. âHey, Randyâs getting cut off the dumbass keeps talking about his theories,â you heard Billy from the doorway, Stu laughing as he took one of the beers from your hands. âMore for me then,â Stu said as he closed the fridge. You turned and saw Billy looking at you, a bit more intensely than his usual crazy eyes. âWhat? Scared to be near the girl who almost got killed,â you joked as he flashed a smile. âNo, surprised youâre still alive though.â âSame here,â Stu said as he looked at Billy, Billy narrowed his eyes at Stu for a moment before he went over to you to help with the beers. âMaybe ghostface has a thing for you or something,â Billy said as you laughed. âDoubt it, I think he got scared that my parents were getting home,â you said, which was partially true, but you couldnât deny that maybe your obsession helped you survive tonight. âMaybe you have a thing for ghostface then,â Stu chimed in, making your head whip to him. You blushed, shaking your head, âas if,â you huffed out, giving a little laugh to cover up your nervousness.
Time passed by quickly that night, you all spent the night drinking and watching movies, mostly horror movies involving Jamie Lee Curtis since Stu insisted on watching them. Tate was cooped up in Stuâs room with him, Randy had passed out on the couch and Sidney and Billy were probably in the guest room fast asleep. You had snuck out into the backyard, letting your mind wander once again as you stared up at the stars. Your phone began to ring, you stared at it and debated answering before seeing it was Sidneyâs number. You sighed and picked it up, wondering if she needed anything. âHey,â you answered, hearing a familiar voice. âThe Machers, huh? Donât you know not to split up?â The voice questioned, making you sit up. âYou let me live, why are you calling?â You asked, looking around before standing and heading back for the door to get inside. âI wanted to talk to my fan, I saw all your papers. Thought you would like a phone call, or are you mad I didnât slit that pretty little throat,â the person taunted as you messed around with the doorknob, it had locked behind you when you left. âThat was before I realized I was on your kill list,â you retorted, heading around the house to the front door to wake Randy up. âNo hard feelings, it was before I realized you were a fan. Leave your window open when youâre back at home. I would like to see what my pretty little fan is willing to do for not slitting her throat.â The killer said, chuckling as you blushed a little, about to respond before you heard the beeping that indicated they had hung up. You smiled slightly, happy that they wanted to see you again.
The front door opened, Billy looking at you with panicked eyes and a knife in hand. âJesus, I thought you were the weirdo, I heard you trying to open the back door,â he said, making you laugh a bit. âYeah, sorry, the back door was locked,â you said as he moved out of the doorway. âCome on, get inside before you end up like Casey,â he said as you walked in, ânot funny, Billy.â You said as you yawned. âMind if I crash with you and Sid? I donât want Randy to make any passes,â you asked as Billy laughed, heading to the kitchen to put up the knife. âBe my guest, you and Sid can have the bed, Iâll take the floor.â âWhat a gentleman,â you teased. âShut up before I let Randy take a stab at you.â He said, mimicking a stabbing movement as you laughed and pushed him.
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âKeith, I need a favour.â
Keith stops in his tracks. Slowly, he sets down the helmets heâs holding, freeing his hands, then holds the phone out in front of him. He ponders it carefully.
âI could throw you into the sea,â he says to it. He does some quick calculations. If he drives to the nearest seafront now, he will be approximately twenty-three hours late to his date with Lance by the time he gets back. However, if he skips the fanfare and drops his phone into the disgusting oil-filled puddle right next to him, he can proceed to his date on schedule.
âDecisions, decisions,â he muses. Fanfare is important. Dropping his phone into a puddle is whatever. Itâs derivative. But dropping his phone into the North AtlanticâŠnow that is revolutionary.
âFucksake. Keith,â sighs the voice coming from the phone. âIf you donât answer me, I am going to change the Netflix password.â
Keith frowns. âHey.â
âThank you,â says Shiro emphatically, âyou brat.â
âNetflix is sacred,â Keith protests. âYou canât joke about the Netflix. I am a delicate orphan, Shiro. What will happen to me if my primary care figure breaks his promises? Iâll regress and act out and end up in prison. Do you want me to end up in prison?â
âA little, honestly.â
âGasp, Shiro. Gasp. How dare.â
âI think you should consider a degree in the dramatic arts.â
âI think you should eat my farts.â Keith snickers. âHey, that rhymed.â
Shiro sighs, long and loud, and Keith can practically see the smile twitching on his face. âWhere did I go wrong. Truly. To think I tried to raise an upstanding young man, respectful to his elders, happy to help when needed. Shame that youâre a gremlin and a changeling.â
Keith rolls his eyes. âBlah blah. Get to begging for my help. I have places to be, old man. A new jacket Adam bought me to wear in front of pretty people. Well, one pretty person. Anyways.â
âGod, youâre whipped,â Shiro says, and Keith ignores that because if he doesnât heâll combust. âYou and Lance going out?â
Keith tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder, picking the helmets back up and continuing his walk to his bike. âYep.â
âWhereâre you going?â
âDinner at Caribella. Itâs an excuse for a ride, really. Maybe walk around downtown for a bit.â
âSounds fun. How much more fun would it be with your little sister, huh?â
Keith stops for the second time. He can see Red maybe fifty metres away. He looks at her mournfully.
âSo close,â he despairs quietly, then turns back to his phone. âNot super fun, Shiro. Since sheâs, you know. A year old. And a date is something you traditionally do with your boyfriend. Alone.â
Shiro makes a weirdly strangled noise halfway between a laugh and a stressed croak. âWell! The thing is.â
Keith waits. No thing is listed.
âShiro.â
âItâs no big deal! Really.â
âOh? I guess Iâll just hang up, then ââ
âItâs just that Adam and I are at his sisterâs, right, and ââ
âThere we go.â
âAnd we have a sitter. Obviously. All is well. Except, you know. The storm forecast. And everything.â
âAnd youâre four hours away with a car that you havenât put snow tires on yet,â Keith surmises. He looks forlornly at his bike, sitting all pretty in her parking spot, freshly polished red paint gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the parking garage. So, so close. âYou dumbass.â
âThe forecast was clear this morning!â
âYouâre a dad! Youâre supposed to know these things!â
âWell!â
âCanât the sitter just â stay? Overnight, or something?â
He feels bad. Any other day, heâd be happy to have Hana over, or go stay over there. He does it all the time. Hana is the coolest. He has no idea how sheâs the daughter of the two biggest goobers he knows. Hell, heâs already got plans to watch her this Thursday, so Adam and Shiro can go to their old person museum date thing.
But he has plans tonight.
Fuck.
âSheâs sixteen, Keith,â Shiro explains, sighing. Keith envisions his brother slumped against a wall somewhere, rubbing over the scar on his nose. âSheâs too young for that. Sheâs Adamâs friendâs daughter, and sheâs a sweetheart, but sheâs got school. She canât be responsible for a baby overnight.â
âNo, I â I figured.â He drags his free hand down his face. âYou need me to go over there?â
âYeah. Mara â the sitter â canât drive yet. Her parents are coming to get her in an hour.â
Shiroâs voice is quiet, subdued. He sounds guilty. Keith hates when Shiro is guilty. He covers his hand over the phone so Shiro canât hear, screams a little, breathes deeply, then forces a smile wide enough that it will bleed into his voice. Hopefully.
âItâs fine, Shiro. Seriously. Lance and Iâll reschedule, Hana and I will make sure to fuck up your Netflix profile. All is well.â
âThank you, Keith. I owe you.â
It is a dire thing when Shiro doesnât complain about Keith messing up his Netflix profile. Once, three years ago, Keith forgot to switch the TV in their living room and watched some Hallmark movie as he sketched, just to make noise in the background. Shiro made snide comments about his taste for three months, because heâs a pretentious indie loser who watches shit like Empire unironically.
âYeah, yeah. Iâll start a tab.â
That, thankfully, makes Shiro snort. âBrat.â He brightens. Keith can almost hear the ding of a lightbulb going off in his head. âHey, I know itâs dorky, but maybe you and Lance can still go on your date! Me and Adam used to when you were little, in the old apartment.â
Keith furrows his brows. âWhat, like when you marathoned Lord of the Rings on the shitty futon and ordered the greasiest pizza known to man? Thatâs not a date.â
âIs so! We enjoyed it, you had pizza so you werenât having a tantrum, what else could we need?â
âYou guys have been weird old people your whole entire life. Did you know that?â
âOnly because you aged me. You pain. Anyways. Go pick up my daughter, or you can stay at our place. Minivan keys are where they always are. I gotta go. Love you, kiddo.â
âUgh. Love you too.â He hangs up, blowing a raspberry at the phone. âMinivan keys are where they always are, he says. What a soccer mom.â
He stares, hands on his hips, at his bike.
What to do, what to do.
He really doesnât want to cancel on Lance. Itâs been a couple days since theyâve seen each other, because Lanceâs job hates him. Plus, Hana isnât very fussy. Itâs kind of dweeby and embarrassing, but. Well. Lance likes kids. So it could be fine, honestly.
âHana first,â Keith decides, nodding to himself. He lifts the seat compartment under the bike and shoves the extra blue helmet in, strapping on his own and starting Red up. To bring Lance to Shiroâs for an embarrassing old person date, or to cancel. That is the question.
Eh. Heâll decide on the ride.
â â â
He does not decide on the ride.
âWhat do you think,â he asks his sister, lips pursed. She gurgles happily at him from her high chair, shaking her soggy-Cheerio-covered fist at him. âI mean, you go to bed in a couple hours. So itâs not like itâs pure babysitting.â
âAbdalalala,â she says, which Keith translates to mean actually, now that I know you want me to sleep, I will spend tonight completely resistant to sleep, as karma. Enjoy.
âThatâs rude,â he informs her.
Youâre batshit, says the Pidge that lives in his brain. Also, quit procrastinating.
âUgh,â he says, out loud. He pulls out his phone and hesitates over Lanceâs contact.
to: lance <3
hey you like kids right
from: lance <3
oh my god
from: lance <3
keith, are youâŠ
from: lance <3
pregnant??????
Keith laughs.
to: lance <3
you are not funny
from: lance <3
iâm hilarious actually itâs a tragedy
from: lance <3
i carry the burden of knowing i am solely responsible for my friendsâ good humour
from: lance <3
heavy is the head that wears the crown. pensive face emoji solidarity fist emoji broken heart emoji
Keith refuses to dignify that with an answer. Also, he has been informed by Lanceâs best friend that if he ignores the emoji bit it will go away eventually. So far itâs been going strong for three months, though, so Keithâs not certain. He can only hope Hunk is correct.
from: lance <3
anyways yah i like kids why
to: lance <3
how much cooler and charming would i be if i picked you up in a minivan. with my sister
from: lance <3
aw, keith!
from: lance <3
to be coolER and MORE charming you have to be cool and charming to begin with :)
from: lance <3
and you are a dweeb đ
from: lance <3
sounds good tho
from: lance <3
Bring Forth The Child
from: lance <3
oh also bring forth burritos on ur way over
from: lance <3
iâm hungry
Hana yells and bangs on her tray. When Keith looks up, she lobs a Cheerio at him. It hits him squarely between the eyes.
âYouâre right,â he says sagely, peeling it off and flicking it back at her. She shrieks in joy. âI cannot let this shit slide. I cannot simply allow myself to be roasted, Hana. I must have self respect.â
She blows a raspberry at him and bangs harder on her tray. Baby conversations are, honestly, riveting.
âExactly, squirt. You get it. Letâs get cleaned up and go, hm?â
â â â
He picks up burritos on the drive.
Hana laughs at him.
â â â
Heâs hardly pulled up in front of Lanceâs apartment building when a blur streaks across the front walkway, yanking open the vanâs side door.
âOh, hell-o, precious darling!â gasps Keithâs boyfriend, tumbling into the backseat and slamming my the door shut behind him. âHi, Hana! Hi hi hi! Arenât you the bestest ever? You are!â
Hana, evidently pleased with the attention, babbles something incomprehensible and pats Lanceâs cheek. He melts, babbling something so quickly itâs equally incomprehensible and shaking her hand. Keith watches, torn between endeared and affronted.
âHello, boyfriend I have not seen in days,â he deadpans. âYes, I missed you also. No, I donât mind at all that you leave me to wither away, alone, in the front seat. Excellent chat.â
âYou have a very very grumpy brother, donât you, Hana,â Lance coos. His shoulders shake with held back laughter.
âLance, get your ass in the front.â
âBut Iâm meeting the baby!â
âShe is not going anywhere! Meet her at home! You turd!â
âName-calling is not very nice,â retorts Lance primly, crawling over the console and finally settling in the passenger seat. âWhat kind of example are you setting, huh?â
He leans over the armrest once heâs buckled in and kisses Keith gently, cradling his hand against his jaw and tilting their heads together. He smells, as he always does, of flowers and sunshine, and Keith sighs as he sinks into the softness of him, the curve of his smile and nip of his teeth.
âHi,â Keith murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his chin, and then squarely on the mouth again.
âHi,â Lance responds, a little breathless, grinning widely. His hair is damp and curling at the edges. Heâs left out his contacts for the night and the gold lenses match the gold flecks in his brown eyes. Everything heâs wearing is stolen right from Keithâs closet, except his socks, which are bright purple and covered in obnoxiously orange weiner dogs. Keith is so in love with him that the intensity of it embarrasses him, and he pulls away, face red, very interested suddenly in adjusting is rearview mirror.
Lance, knowing, only smiles.
âThese are for you,â he says gruffly, shoving the paper takeout bag at Lanceâs chest. Lance wastes no time digging through and shoving half of one in his face.
âAw, baby,â he says, mouth completely full. âYouâre literally the best. Sweet, attentive, manipulable, obsessed with me. Everything I intended when I did the love spell on you.â
Keith eyes Lance from his peripherals. Heâs digging through his patched backpack, face completely serene. Keith is reminded of the actual sigil he has tattooed on his ankle. (Heâs very familiar with it. Itâs often right at eye level. Hard to miss, really.)
ââŠYouâre a strange, strange man.â
âAnyways!â Lance continues, visibly gleeful. Keith reminds himself to focus on the goddamn road and remember his sister is watching with her giant wide eyes in the backseat, probably committing all his embarrassing actions to memory to report to Adam the second she is capable of speech. âI brought lots of movies. Mostly Jurassic Park, but also some educational stuff for the baby. Ghostbusters, High School Musical, you know. All that good stuff. And I stashed popcorn behind your microwave last time I slept over so weâre set for snacks.â
âOh, weâre going to my brotherâs place, actually, âcause Hanaâs more comfâ wait, behind the microwave? Why behind?â
âWait, wait, hold on. Weâre not going to your place?â
âNo,â Keith says carefully. âI have some baby stuff in my apartment, but not a lot. Plus, Shiro has a better T.V. and also Adam just bought Moose Tracks. So.â He slows to a stop at a red light, noting Lanceâs odd expression. âThat okay?â
Lance screws up his face for a second, thinking. âIâm pretty sure? As long as thereâs an extra toothbrush there. I have one at your place so I didnât bother bringing one. And I guess I can survive a night without my face serum, but if I get one single wrinkle weâre beefing.â
âYouâre not gonna get a stupid wrinkle,â Keith grouches. âAnd why would you get pissy if you get a wrinkle? Weâre gonna get them eventually, and you ââ
ââWeâ?â Lance teases. âYou gonna grow old with me? Gonna marry me someday, Kogane?â
ââcan even use Shiroâs face stuff, anyway, Iâm sure itâs the same.â Keith clears his throat. âAnd plus ââ
His voice cracks horribly. Lance makes a valiant effort to keep his giggles to himself, but as Keith face continues to get hotter and hotter he loses control and laughs, head thrown back, adamâs apple bobbing with every hitched breath. His laughter sets Hana off, too, both of them encouraging each otherâs ridiculousness until theyâre as red as Keith is, gasping for breath.
âI hate it here,â Keith mutters darkly. âIâm turning around and bringing you back. Youâre the worst. Why do I go out with you.â
Lance, barely recovered, makes kissy faces at him. âBecause you want to maaaarrryyyyy meeeee, you think Iâm seeeeexxxyyyyy, you want to kiiiiisssss meeeee ââ
He cuffs Lance in the back of his head, pretending to check his blindspot and ignoring Lanceâs cries of spousal abuse. âI actually just want you to watch Miss Congeniality twelve percent less often. For your own mental health.â
âLies and slander! Peddling of falsehoods! Perjury and defamation!â
âIâm burning your thesaurus.â
âAnd now threats! Hana, you shall be my witness! I will testify against you in court! You will be jailed! I will visit you twice monthly!â
âThatâs the second person today who wants me in jail,â Keith comments, pulling into Shiroâs driveway. âYouâd visit me even if you put me in there?â
âWell, duh. Have to make sure you donât go around kissing cute criminal boys or I will become a cute criminal boy.â
âRight, of course. I should have known.â
âYou should have, yes.â Lance leans over and kisses him on the forehead with an exaggerated âmwahâ noise. âBut itâs okay, I like âem a little dumb.â
âHelp me get the diaper bag, goober,â Keith snorts, shoving him away. âI want to get inside so I can have a burrito before you eat them all.â
âââ
Lance was not kidding about High School Musical.
Obviously.
âDo you want her to grow up with no understanding of community, Keith,â he scolds, and pays no mind when Keith replies, âWell, she has a family, dude, so Iâm not worried.â
They watch the stupid musical.
Keith is horribly endeared by Lanceâs extensive knowledge of the choreography. Lance is horribly appalled at Keithâs ignorance. Hana is intrigued, mind body and soul, by every scene with Sharpay Evans. Keith assumes this will be a problem for Adam in the near future, and resolves to make that problem worse.
All this to say heâs having a very embarrassing night, in terms of mushy thoughts and feelings.
âI canât wait to have kids of my own someday,â Lance sighs, a very sleepy Hana tucked into the crook of his arm. He watches her, soft, and Keith pauses with a DVD held loose in his hand, enraptured, because thereâs a curve to Lanceâs smile that heâs never seen before, and suddenly his left hand looks bare. âI know itâs supposed to be stressful and everything, but I used to force Hunk to play house with me when we were kids. Literally every day. And when my neice and nephew were born I hogged them all the time, even when they were screaming. I dunno. Being a parent sounds awesome. You get toâŠlikeâŠgrow a person. Itâs like growing a plant but a bajillion times better, probably.â
âYeah,â says Keith, softly, and without meaning to heâs thinking of Shiroâs tired smile and the gentle hand Adam lays on the back of his neck, of their door that was always open for Keithâs nightmares, of Shiroâs clothes ruffling as he slid to the floor and sat for hours as Keith screamed himself hoarse and cried for a mother who left. Of Adamâs boiling pots and gentle hands as he guided Keith around a chopping knife. Of both Shiroâs choked-off sobs and Adamâs right embrace as Keith came back, thirteen, in the middle of the night, scared and no longer angry, and their quiet Iâm so glad youâre safe. Thank you for coming back. âYeah, family is important.â
Lance hums. Heâs quiet long enough that Keith looks up, realising for the first time his gaze has been locked, unseeing, on the pictures on the wall, of Shiro and Adam and the two of them together and with Keith and with Hana and with Keith and Hana. Lance is watching him, quiet, dark eyes knowing, Hana finally asleep in his arms, beautiful and strong and everything Keith has ever wanted, suddenly, at once.
âI love you,â he blurts.
Lance smiles. âIâve noticed.â
âOh, you dickhead.â
âIâm saying it back!â Lance says, snickering, free hand held up in surrender. Keith walks over and slots their fingers together, squeezing slightly, leaning in and holding, a second, a hairâs breadth away from Lanceâs mouth, watching his lips part, feeling the heat of his breath. His words are breathless, near silent, mouthed as much as spoken. âYou changed my life, you know. I made you chase me because I thought it was funny, but â I made Hunk get me your number from Pidge the night I left the bar. I was going to text you if your brotherâs tweet didnât go viral and cement your dorkiness for eternity.â
âThatâs a lotta words to say âI love youâ, dorkbrain.â
âI know. You make me nervous.â
âYou never get nervous.â
âI do with you.â
âYeah?â
Theyâre so close now that their lips brush with every word, and Lance is grinning, eyes crinkled and lashes fluttering against Keithâs cheeks, and Keith has a hand careful on Hanaâs head so he doesnât crush her and is smiling just as wide. Cheesy, dorky, corny, and everything Keith wished for after every romance novel heâd steal, fooling no one, from Adamâs shelf and read long after bedtime.
âYeah. âCause I love you. Even though youâre a dweebus and a simp.â
He is, really, because he lets Lance get away with that, kissing him to shut him up, to feel his laughter right up close. Itâs sparks flying and warmth spreading and heart slowing, and in the gentle darkness of the night.
Itâs the promise of more to come.
#i just love writing simp keith genuinely. ANS FIRST LANCE APPEARANCE IN THE HANA VERSE#vld#voltron#keith#keith kogane#klance#lance#lance mcclain#established klance#soft klance#whipped keith#broganes#keith & shiro#dad shiro#hana shirogane#baby hana#hana verse#my writing#longpost#banter
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Realize Youâre Living (Secret Admirer pt 5)
Steddie Week 2024, July 5: Reunion / exes to lovers or getting back together / Wasted Years by Iron Maiden
Sorry. Not for the delay in posting, I just think I'm gonna get yelled at for reasons.
wc: 2815 / rated: T / set between seasons 2 and 3 / also on ao3
There isnât time to send Steve another letter before Friday.Â
There isnât time, not through the mail, and thereâs no way Eddie is risking physically putting something in the Harringtonâs mailbox himself. That would mean running the risk of someone finding out, and that still ignites an old fear in the most primal part of his brain that screams at him to run. No matter who it is.Â
On the other hand, standing Steve up for their phone date is not an option. The very idea makes his insides freeze over. Theyâve both had to reassure each other that they want to continue this epistolary romance, Jesus H. Christâthereâs been too much hot and cold already to pull something like that.Â
Eddie rolls over on his bed to lay face down and screams into his pillow. It's like theyâre in a relationship, except Steve doesnât even know who he is. It's absurd. An absolute clown town of his own making.
Okay. Okay, no, he can do this. (Can he?) All he has to do is relax and stay calm until tomorrow night. Heâll call at 10:30 on the dot and play Steve some Iron Maiden or something, maybe a little Dio, a smidge of Black Sabbath, throw in a dash of Judas Priest⊠Basically play the guy a mix tape, live.Â
He whips his head up and all but dives for his side table, looking for the tin where he keeps his weed. Itâll help him chill out enough to come up with a song list. And he needs all the chill he can get. Heâs lost his mom to cancer, his dad to addiction and prison, and his childhood home with themâhe refuses to lose Steve if he has even half a chance of actually having Steve. Because if this whole secret admirer thing is going where he hardly dares to hope it is, this could be the most important mix tape of his entire goddamn life.Â
Steve spends all of Friday so on edge that Robin starts threatening to drop banana peels in the circuit he keeps pacing behind the counter.Â
âWhat is with you today, dingus?â
He stops, tapping his foot restlessly and removing his hat so he can rake a hand through his hair. âNothing, nothing, I⊠have an important call tonight, is all. I think.â
She raises an eyebrow at him. âOooh, is it a pretty girl?â she teases.
âMaybe,â he mutters with a halfhearted shrug. He really still doesnât know, and it doesnât seem likely heâll find out tonight. âIâm not even sure theyâll call. Itâs⊠kind of a blind date sort of thing.â
âA blind phone date?â Robin looks like she doesnât know what to do with that, which. Fair. âIs that a thing?â
Steve shrugs again. He goes back to pacing. âIt might be. Iâll find out tonight I guess.â
She gives him a minute before butting in again, spraying more Windex on the display case to get the lunch rushâs grubby child fingerprints off the cool glass. â...Is this because of the board?â
Again, Steve stops. âWhat?â
âThe You Rule / You Suck board. Have I accidentally degraded your confidence in yourself so much that youâve turned to blind dates as an alternative to trying to seduce any and every girl who walks in here?âÂ
Her tone is flippant, but because theyâve been on better terms recentlyâespecially since Steve started offering her rides (and let her take control of the tape deck after that time she threatened to throw all of his Wham! tapes out the window)âhe decides to take it as a genuine question.Â
âNo. WellâNo, itâs more the hat than that. It messes up my best feature, you know?â He runs a hand through his hair again, fluffing it up more, then slumps against the back counter next to the milkshake blenders with a sigh. âItâs kind of a pen pal thing. Weâve been talking for a while but we havenât met, but⊠I think it might be going somewhere good.â
Robin stops her bored polishing of the display case, only half of the afternoon rushâs smudges and fingerprints wiped away, to laugh with a slight shake of her head. âOh wow, King Steve is a romantic. Who knew?â
âNot me before junior year, thatâs for sure,â he scoffs honestly.Â
She studies him thoughtfully for a moment. âMakes sense. Kind of lines up with something I heard the other day, whenââ
But then theyâre interrupted by a couple strolling in for some ice cream. Robin rushes through cleaning the rest of the glass so as to get out of their way, and Steve scoops and rings them up while she moves on to wiping down tables, conversation forgotten.Â
Eddieâs finished his playlist and his plan is to call early. Not too early, just⊠a minute, five minutes tops. His uncle leaves for work before 10, so he has plenty of time and heâs buzzing with nervous energy.Â
Way too much nervous energy to carry into the Big Call tonight.Â
By the time Wayne is out the door, Eddieâs already started on rolling a joint and rereading Steveâs letters from start to current. If heâd been smart he wouldâve written out copies of his own for a more complete read, that in depth analysis his English teachers never shut up about⊠but alas.Â
Usually his memory is pretty good, especially when it comes to his own work. He also hadnât expected this to go on as long as it had; not really. But now he can hardly imagine what it would be like to know Steve only from a distance anymore and that⊠colors things. Fuck only knows what heâs remembering wrong because of a simple difference in perspective.Â
Because Steve has let him in, Eddie acknowledges as he lines the weed up on the paper. Heâs written things about his home life, about his old friends, and definitely about his injuries over the past couple years (though oddly enough never much about what actually caused them) that Eddie would bet good money that no one else knows, if only because Steve doesnât seem to have anyone else to tell. Maybe those kids he babysits (begrudgingly but genuinely dotes on, Eddieâs seen it from a distance). But really, how much can you realistically talk to a thirteen year old? Eddie remembers being thirteen; he hadnât listened to anyone for shit. It was a miracle Wayne hadnât just released him into the woods like a wild animal.Â
And all Eddieâs been doing is pulling Steve close, while steadfastly keeping him out. God.Â
He licks the joint to seal it, lights up, and keeps rereading.Â
Steve is standing by the phone in his kitchen watching the second hand on the clock. How it sneaks around the clock face, slow but steady, until it laps the 12 line and itâs 10:31.Â
He slumps back against the kitchen island with a groan. That had been an absolutely excruciating minute, and heâs staring down the barrel of another fifty-nine more until he can reasonably give up hope. Because anything under an hour is just running late, right? Something could have come up, something unavoidable like⊠family coming home unexpectedly, making a private conversation impossible.Â
⊠Okay, maybe that was a stress dream heâd had last night about his parents, but something like it could happen to anyone.
10:32. The second hand barely makes it past fifteen this time before the silence is split by the shriek of ringing in the otherwise silent house. Steve multitasks, jumping out of his skin and lunging to answer the phone at the same time.
âHelloHarringtonresidence, thisisStevehowcanIhelpyou?â he rushes out.Â
Thereâs no response except breathing on the other end of the line, which would be creepy if it werenât exactly what he was hoping for.Â
(Eddie is pressing a hand over his mouth, keeping in an equal parts amused and disbelieving laugh at how Steve had answered the phone, all flustered and cute and overly formal in an automatic sort of way that suggests an ingrained habit. From what he knows about Steveâs parents, heâs not terribly surprised, but itâs still such a delightfully dorky greeting.
And it seems like Steve really was waiting by the phone for his call, which makes Eddie want to fucking dance.)
âIs that you?â After a second, a light bulb goes off in Steveâs head and he adds, âOh. Uh, tap once for yes, twice for no?â
It takes a few seconds, but then he hears a single tap against the plastic of the other receiver.Â
(Smart, Eddie would tell him if he could. If he dared. He sucks hard on the last of his joint before letting the smoke billow from his nose like a dragon and putting it out in the ashtray by his bed. Maybe he mashes it in a little harder than necessary, blaming it for being late even though thatâs really just another one of his bad habits at this point.)
Relief breaks over Steve like a wave. âOh my god, itâs you. Youâre the, um, my secret admirer?â
Tap.Â
(Yeah sweetheart, itâs me.)
Steve does a little bounce on the balls of his feet and pumps his fist, too giddy to feel stupid about it with no one watching. âHoly shit. I mean, t-thanks for calling. Sorry, my parents make me answer the phone like that.âÂ
Nothing.Â
(Eddie is smiling. Beaming, really. I figured, he imagines saying. At first it makes his heart feel full just thinking about it, but then has to stop that line of thought before his anxiety conjures up all the ways Steve Harrington, until recently Hawkins Highâs resident ladies man, might react to the surprise of being on a phone date with a guy. Jesus, how is he high and still so nervous?)
âRight, you canât answer. I mean, you can, if you want, but you donât have to. This is, this is to see how I like your music.â Steve rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. âDid you want to play something for me now, orâŠâ
Tap.Â
(All the tapes are on standby, spread out in chaotic order around the second-hand player he got last year after Wayneâs old one crapped out on him. Eddie cranks up the volume as high as itâll go; heâs used to it, the neighbors are resigned to it, and Steve wonât be able to hear it well enough to count through the phone otherwise.)
The first song starts, and Steve twists the phone cord between his fingers as he stands in his kitchen and listens. Thereâs a heavy beat and a noticeable bass line, even over the phone, nothing like the pop rock he usually listens to. ButâŠ
â⊠I definitely didnât hate it,â he says once the last notes fade out.Â
(Eddie is vibrating as he hits pause and ejects the tape, elated, a few of his worries already soothed. Steve doesnât hate metal. That doesnât necessarily mean Steve will like him, but itâs got to make the odds at least a little better, right? He wants to say fuck yeah or I love you or, fucking⊠shriek wordlessly or something, but presses his hand over his cotton-dry mouth instead, hard enough that his gums ache a little.)
âIt kind of reminded me of AC/DC? Like Back in Black, or Hells Bells.â
(Theyâre not one of Eddieâs favorites, didnât even make the playlist. But theyâre harder rock than he expected Steve to be familiar with, and suddenly he has a wild urge to know what the guy thinks of You Shook Me All Night Long.)
âOne time, the radio played Big Balls in the car and my mom literally clutched her pearls and said, âI donât think heâs talking about ballroom dancing, Richard!ââÂ
(Eddie grins as the funny little falsetto Steve put on for the impression fades into a rich laugh, like heâs so tickled by the memory that he canât help it. There was probably some appalled, classic white-anglo-saxon-protestant-sucking-on-a-lemon expression on her face that heâs picturing, while Eddie can only imagine. Itâs okay, Eddie is too busy wanting to pour Steveâs laugh into a bathtub and soak in it.)
Tap.Â
âYeah, really not,â Steve agrees, his cheeks almost aching from smiling so wide. He feels lighter than air just knowing heâs on the phone with the person whoâs been writing to him the past couple months, knowing heâs proving that theyâre genuinely at least a little bit compatible. âSo, whatâs the next song?â
It goes on like that. Steve doesnât know the artists or albums or track titles, but figures that Secret Admirer will fill him in with the next letter. There are a couple of songs that are more shouting than singing for his tasteââI like songs I can sing along to once I know the words, you know? Really belt out in the car after a long day, or something,â he explains, and gets a yes tap in response.Â
(Eddie has to improvise. Instead of another WASP song, he reaches for an Iron Maiden tape heâd put aside as a half-assed backup and scours the track list, trying to decide⊠Ah, that one. He pops it in and turns the volume down for a second so he can check that heâs fast forwarding to the right spot on the tape.
This oneâs for you, sweetheart, he thinks, lighting a second jointânot for nerves this time, but just for fun. He leans back and lets the smoke fill his lungs, fill his mind, send him floating off to whatever time of that big house Steve is curled up in so he can spiritually throw an arm around the other guyâs shoulders.)
Steve likes the instrumentals in the intro of this one. He doesnât really track the words at first once they startâusually doesnât, on a first listen-through, with so much new to take in. But he starts catching on to the shape of them by the first of what turns out to be the chorus.Â
So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand Realize you're living in the golden years
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain so easily When you can't find the words to say, hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry, throw my hands up to the sky
So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand Realize you're living in the golden years, hey!
He listens, slowly untangling himself from the long phone cord and taking a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island. When the song finally fades out and he hears the far-off click of the tape being stopped and taken out, he asks hopefully, âItâs about seizing the day, right?â
Maybe theyâre building up to telling him who they are, or at least giving him a little more.Â
(Eddie freezes, not expecting Steveâwho had told him he didnât get things on the first tryâto venture any insights. Especially on a song that hadnât been on his list, a last minute change-up that heâd picked with the transformation from King Steve to just normal guy Steve in mind and how Steve seems so hung up on apologizing for the douchebag he used to be.Â
Or at least, used to be on the outside. Every day, Eddie gets a little less sure that persona went much further than skin-deep.
A tiny sound curls out of Eddieâs throat, a barely audible, inquisitive hum. Something that says please, keep going. He knows Steve has heard it because of the quick intake of breath over the line.)
Steve clutches the handset so hard that his knuckles go white. Itâs the first sound, the first crumb that Secret Admirer has given him thatâs really them, not a tap on plastic or other peopleâs music. Too quiet to make out any distinguishing features, but itâs something.Â
It feels like everything.Â
âYou could, you know,â Steve says softly. âYou could⊠make a stand? If you told me who you are, or just anything more about you, I⊠I really like you. I know for sure that I want to know you. Maybe that makes me a romantic sap, but itâs true. What if we find out we could have our golden years right now?â
(Eddie is freaking out. The mellow of his high isnât helping anymore, all the floaty syrupy hopefulness of it stripped away. Oh fuck oh balls oh shit, shit, shit!
Heâs hyperventilating, knows Steve can probably hear it, and heâs nothing but a goddamn coward in the end.
He can't do this.)
Thereâs a single clunk, and then all Steve hears is dial tone.
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please we need more Jim the delinquent season!!! please I beg idc if it's smut or fluff or both... Lol btw I am invested in your fics... Wait ngl smut sounds lovely...
perfect for you - jim (the delinquent season) x reader
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notes: hello lovely anon, i can definitely do that for you! fluffy and smutty jim content is a need. ugh, what i would do to call him mine.
summary: you've always found your best friends dad attractive. unbeknownst to you, the feeling was mutual on his end, especially after his divorce. one night, your best friend goes somewhere, leaving you and her dad alone together.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, kissing, age gap (everyone is legal), reader is implied to be around 20 and jim is in his 40's, bestfriends dad! trope, p in v, aftercare <3
cassie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. the two of you had met in elementary school, and your friendship lasted a lifetime. now, both you and her were attending college together; all grown up. purposefully, the two of you aimed to get into the same college as neither of you wanted to spend time apart from each other, even when it came to school.
you'd known her for ages, and you were super close with her family. likewise, she was close with yours, as you'd basically grown up together. however, cassie's parents divorced just over a year ago, so much to your dismay, you didn't get to see her mom as frequently anymore. she'd moved out even before her divorce was finalized, and you'd only see her occasionally now.
cassie decided to live her with her dad, jim, as he owned a lovely house quite close to campus, and you also lived just down the road. it was convenient for the both of you. jim was never very talkative, definitely more reserved than his ex-wife ever was, and you'd only really gotten to know him more after the divorce.
even though you'd known him for a majority of your life, you clicked with cassie's mom much more - isn't that how it always is, though? regardless, you would still come over frequently to cassie's place, as the two of you always worked on assignments together. even though she majored in something completely different than you, that didn't stop either of you from bonding over the college experience together.
for the first couple months after the divorce, jim was quiet. he would make small talk with the two of you, maybe ask how your lectures went but otherwise he would keep to himself.
during one particularly hot summer day, jim was having a few of his friends over to watch some sort of sports game, while you and cassie were upstairs working on homework. that same night, cassie got a text from a guy she was interested in from her class who'd asked her out, and you encouraged her to go out with him.
jim and you had talked a bit more frequently at this point in time, since he was finally coming out of his shell more. you didn't blame him after the whole thing with his marriage ending and all. that being said, you felt comfortable just chilling at her place as you'd most likely end up going home pretty soon after she'd left anyway.
plus, this wasn't out of the ordinary for you nor her. she'd often stay at your place for a few days at a time sometimes; the two of you were close like that. you'd do the same, staying over at hers for a few days as well, neither of your parents minded. it had always been this way, even when the two of you were growing up.
"are you sure? i can always tell him i'm busy." she asked you, touching up her makeup.
"oh my god, cass. just go, you've liked this guy for so long!" you insisted, giggling.
"yeah, i know," she laughed, "my dad has his buddies over to watch the stupid game, though. you can go home if you want, but if you get tired feel free to crash at mine tonight."
"i live down the road, but i will definitely keep that in mind." you say with a laugh, shaking your head.
"yeah but your basically my sister, so i don't care if you sleep here or whatever." she says, applying some lipgloss as she fixed her hair.
"go have fun tonight," you say to her, "and text me all the details."
"obviously," she says, turning to face you, "do i look good?"
"duh, like always." you say, glancing at her but returning to your notes as you scribble more stuff down from your textbook.
"if all goes well...i'll text you in the morning." she laughs, and you shake your head laughing along with your best friend.
that night, cassie did in fact have a great night - so great, in fact, that she ended up staying over at that guys house. however, she wasn't the only one who ended up sleeping in someone else's bed that night.
one thing led to another while cassie was gone for the night, and somehow you ended up in jims bed, tangled in the sheets and wrapped up in his arms. sleeping with your best friends dad was not something you planned on doing, but it sort of just...happened.
his buddies has gone home for the night, and you wandered downstairs so that you could quietly leave and return back to your house; but you noticed everyone had left already.
"you didn't go out with cassie?" jim's voice called out from behind you, and you turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.
"no," you shake your head, "i have a final next week, i needed to study for it."
"ah, smart girl." he said softly in that accent that made your knees weak. for a moment, he was quiet. just staring at you while you stared back, unsure of what else to say.
"do you need help cleaning up?" you ask politely, since it wasn't too late. it was only quarter past eight, and he looked a little tired.
"don't worry about it." he smiled, and you shook your head.
"least i could do, i'm always over here anyways." you insisted, making your way to the kitchen.
there were only a few dishes scattered around, along with some empty beer cans and a few cups. you helped him put the food on the counter away and cleaned some of the dishes. after the two of you were done, he looked at you with a soft smile.
"you've always been so helpful," he smiled, "i appreciate it."
"it's no problem." you say back, watching him lean against the counter.
he doesn't respond, but instead just looks at you under the dim kitchen lighting, and his baby blue eyes pierce right through you.
"do you have a boyfriend? remind me, i forgot." he asked suddenly, and you felt your cheeks heating up at his rather...innocent question.
"n-no, i don't." you say with a nervous laugh.
"c'mere." he said and for a second, you thought you'd misheard him.
"what?" you asked quietly.
"come here." he repeated.
hesitantly, you make your way closer to him and look up at his blue eyes. he glances down at you, still leaning against the counter with his hands gripping the edge.
okay - if you were being totally honest right now, you had always found your best friends dad to be really attractive. but he was married for the longest time and he was also the father of your lifelong best friend! it was wrong on so many levels, but it appeared that neither of you seemed to cared.
suddenly, his hand was making it's way onto your waist, and you almost felt the need to pinch yourself in case this was all just a very vivid dream you were having.
"the walls are thin, you know," he said softly, rubbing circles into your waist with his thumb, "i heard you last week, on the phone to your friend or whoever while cassie was picking milo up from the vet."
your heart dropped. last week, cassie had to pick her dog up from the vet, and you were home alone with jim for around half an hour. within that half hour, another friend of yours called and somehow, the topic landed on jim. well, more like you'd told your friend you were staying at cassie's for the evening, which led to the friend asking about her parents divorce, which then led you to say some interesting things about jim.
"if he wasn't cassie's dad, i'd be all over that." you said to your friend as the both of you giggled over the phone.
"yeah, i've seen him. like, damn." your friend said, making you laugh once more.
"you have no idea what it's like when i come over, i literally have to force myself to focus on something - anything else." you tell her, but then you heard the front door open. "mhm, yeah. okay, i gotta go. bye."
with that, you ended your phone call - not realizing jim had been grabbing the laundry from the washer out in the hall. he heard everything, and he couldn't lie; it really turned him on. he always knew it was wrong, but he was definitely attracted to you. it started out innocent, like for example, it started when you had turned nineteen. he would think you looked really pretty when you wore a certain outfit, or when you did your hair a certain way.
then, as the next year or two went by, he found himself noticing other things about you. like how perky your tits looked in a certain shirt, or how badly he wanted to see you bend over when you wore a specific skirt. he tried to shake the thoughts of out his head - but it was no use.
"i-i didn't-" you stammered.
"shh," he assured you, "it's nothing to be embarrassed about. honestly, i wish you'd said something sooner."
"...you do?" you asked, a little taken aback by his words.
"i do," he said softly, "so why don't we both stop pretending like this isn't bound to happen."
his hands trailed along your waist and your hips, before his grip on them became tighter. pulling you close, he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. the both of you leaned in - but you placed your hands on his chest, stopping him.
"jim, wait," you say, looking up at the older man in front of you, "i-i can't- i don't do casual hookups. their just not-"
"your thing, i know. i wasn't trying to imply that this was just going to be that," he assures you once more, "i want you in more than just that way."
"o-okay," you almost whisper, "me too."
he doesn't offer a verbal response, but rather gives your ass a tight squeeze whilst his lips came crashing down on yours. instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck as he backs you up into the kitchen counter. recklessly, his lips still locked with yours, he hoisted you up onto the kitchen island. for a moment, both of you break away from the kiss with pink-tinted cheeks.
the thrill of kissing a man so much older than you (who also happened to be your best friends dad) was getting you worked up, and judging by the tent in his pants; it was getting him worked up, too. gently, he helped you out of your hoodie and sweats. you felt a shiver go up your spine as your ass rested on the cold granite of the counter, and he bit down on his lip at sight. with all your clothes discarded, you sat pretty for his taking on the counter with your pink, lacy bra and matching pink thong.
"look at you," he groaned, "so pretty, princess."
clearly, neither of you could even wait to take it to the bedroom. so, with adrenaline running through your veins, you help him out of his sweater and he reaches for his belt buckle. he pulls you into another heated kiss, this time one of his hands coming up to your throat to give it a soft squeeze. as he choked you gently, you moaned into his mouth, the action driving him insane.
he pulled away from the kiss and you felt his tip poke at your folds. you look down for a moment, and you could see him stroking himself with one hand as he lined his cock up with your entrance while the other hand rested gently around your throat.
before he put it in, he looked at you to make sure that this was okay, though he didn't say a word. you gave him a small, affirming nod and he rubbed the head of his cock against your wetness before plunging his cock in, taking you on the kitchen counter.
you let out a gasp as his veiny cock filled you, and he groaned at the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in. his hand quickly came off of your neck and down to your waist, his other hand doing the same. as his hands found purchase on your waist, he started to move in and out slowly, letting you adjust.
"j-jim," you moaned, throwing your head back, "ugh, feels so good."
"yeah?" he groaned, thrusting in and out much faster now, "d'you hear how wet you are, princess?"
when he mentioned it, your cheeks burned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from his cock pounding your cunt. you could hear it - your pussy was dripping, and it was evident by the squelching sounds in the quiet kitchen.
"s-so wet, just for you- fuuuuck-" you whimper as his cock hit all the right spots inside of you.
one of jim's hands snaked up to your breasts, roughly kneading it and making you moan. you drooling hole started to squeeze down onto his fat cock, making him lose his breath. the both of you were chasing your highs and getting closer by the second.
"f-fuck, you're so tight, m'gonna fill this tight little pussy up." he decided, fucking into you deeply as he took you on his kitchen countertop.
"so close, jim, s-so mmph, close!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure consumed you and the coil inside of your stomach snapped.
"thaaaats it," he praised, "keep squeezing me like that, princess."
you bit your lip and moaned at the way he was talking, and he felt himself tip over the edge as he spilled into you with a groan. his hips continued to buck into you for a few more moments, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your aching cunt.
after you both came down from your highs, he pulled his softening cock out of you. he watched with a sigh at the sight your pretty pussy which was now dripping with his cum. swiftly, he got a towel and started to wipe it up for you. he was taking his time and making sure you were taken care of afterwards, of course.
"how are you feeling?" he asked softly, wiping his seed that was dripping out from your cunt.
"a little sleepy," you admitted with a half-lidded smile, "and a little hungry."
"how about i run you a bath?" he suggested, laughing softly, "and then i'll order us some takeout from that italian place you like down on 47th and main."
"you know my favourite takeout place?" you giggle.
"obviously i do," he admits with a chuckle, "you told me a few months ago, remember?"
"well, yeah. i just didn't expect you to actually remember." you say with a sigh, and he pulls you into a chaste kiss.
"of course i remember, how could i forget?" he smiles after giving you a small peck, "so, does that sound good? a bath and your favourite takeout? then you can sleep in my bed tonight with me."
"first of all, that sounds wonderful, baby," you say, casually throwing the pet name in, "and secondly, can you join me in the bath, pretty please?"
he smiled as you called him baby, "i can't say no to that, princess."
"good." you say, beaming up at him.
true to his word, he did run you two a hot bath which you both enjoyed. after your steamy bath, he ordered your favourite food and the two of you laughed and cuddled on the couch whilst sharing a bottle of your favourite wine. after the two of you finished, you were both sleepy. as you and jim slipped into bed, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, giving you a kiss on the head before you both fell asleep.
the next morning, the two of you were still tangled in the sheets together, cuddled up in the blankets all cozy. cassie had returned sometime in the early hours just before sunrise, and as she made her way up the stairs, she noticed her dads bedroom door was cracked open slightly. she paid no mind to it - until she caught a glimpse of you in his bed with him.
doing a double take, she poked her head into his bedroom to find the both of you peacefully asleep. your head was resting on his chest as his arms were draped over you, the both of you looking so content.
cassie smiled and shook her head, laughing quietly to herself as she made her way back to her own room. contrary to what most peoples reactions would be; she wasn't mad. in fact, she kind of saw it coming in hindsight and hey, if you made him happy and he was good to you, then so be it.
though the both of you seemed oblivious to it, everyone else could see that you were perfect for him, and he was perfect for you.
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Tagged by @doeeyeseddie and @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Since I havenât been posting much for tag games lately, hereâs significantly more sentences than that from bucktommy acquire a child au. Warning for mentions of past child abuse in Tommyâs family.
Tommy stares down at the dotted line, pen hovering, running the name through his head over and over again and feeling kind of stupid for it. Thereâs no meaningful difference, at this point, between this last signature and any other of the seemingly dozens of pieces of paper theyâve signed tonight. Nothing really counts until Buck hands it over to the lawyer on his way to work tomorrow. He could sign and then tear the thing up, toss it in the trash. Find someone better to take this on. Take his name out of it, at the very least, hand the kid over to Evan entirely.
Evan, sitting next to him close enough that their knees are pressed tougher, bony, under the table. âWhat are you thinking?â
Tommy sighs and sets the pen down, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. âCanât we just use⊠I donât know, Diaz? I donât want to give the poor kid my name.â
Buck laughs, just a little, still mostly serious. âI mean, Iâm sure Eddieâd say yes if we asked, but- You gave me your name, whyâs it a problem now?â
Tommy slides his fingers between Buckâs, surprised as he always is at how well they fit together. âYouâre an adult, you can- handle it, carry it. Kinard children have historically been miserable things.â
Evan tilts his head, probably thinking about what Tommy is thinking about: Tommy, beat by his dad who was beat by his dad who was beat by- etc, etc, going back the entire horrible line of them. Heâs imagined it before, some medieval peasant kid somewhere, crying into a hay bale or whatever the fuck it is poor folk slept on back then. Evanâd probably know. Maybe farther back than that. A caveman all the other cavemen side-eyed âcause he threw his kid in the path of a sabertooth or something.
âOkay,â is what Evan says. âI could get all pop psychology about, like, breaking cycles or whatever, but actually-â he points down the hall. âWhen I put him to bed tonight he talked literally right up until he was unconscious about all the stuff we saw at the zoo today, that I was in fact there for. Passed out mid word about how we got ice cream and saw a bird. Just a regular bird, that pigeon that landed on the table next to us. I think he was as excited about that as he was about, like, actual lions.â
Tommy laughs, despite his mood. âHe was excited about the pigeon.â Milo had been so fascinated by it his ice cream had mostly melted by the time they could successfully prompt him to eat it.
Buck grins. âThat kid- our kid- is happy, Tommy. Another talking point? How you carried him everywhere. He got to be so tall, he said you showed him everything.â
âI always hated being too short to see past crowds of people,â Tommy says quietly. âAll those legs, everybody strangers.â
âI think most kids hate that,â Buck nods. He leans in to kiss Tommyâs cheek. âYouâre not having second thoughts about this?â
âNo,â Tommy says, immediate, breathy like it got punched out of him. âNo. More than sure.â
Evan nods again. âHeâs happy, and safe, and loved because of you. Sign the paper. Itâs just a name, and one that I like very much actually.â
âJust a name,â Tommy raises an eyebrow. âSo you wouldâve been fine with him becoming a Buckley if we had done this the other way?â
âOh, fuck no,â Buck says, face twisting up lemon-sour as Tommy laughs.
âYou hypocrite.â
âHey, you should have come up with a new name when you married me,â Buck sticks his tongue out, leaning back in his chair like a pleased cat. âCombined them maybe? We could have been⊠the Binards?â
Tommy squints at him. âNo.â
âThe Kuckleys?â
âEvan,â Tommy snorts. âNo- thatâs terrible.â
Buck grins. âYeah. We really should have just asked Eddie. All be Diazes, itâd fix everything.â
âImagine the kidâs family tree project at school,â Tommy says, picking up the pen, signing his name as fast as he can before doubt creeps back in. âWeâre gonna have to teach him the words ânon-conventional family structureâ.â
Buck laughs and laughs, leaning into Tommyâs side until he kisses up the sound.
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