#planning a summer BBQ party

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National BBQ Week 2024: The Perfect Excuse for a Summer Get-Together

Enjoy the perfect excuse for a summer get-together on National BBQ Week 2024. Learn grilling tips. Order BBQ products conveniently from Tariq Halal online.

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A Summer Party

Summer Party Menu

Photo by Asad Photo Maldives on Pexels.com Are you thinking about hosting a Summer party? What better time for a party anyways? Whether it be a Birthday, Graduation, Father’s Day or my personal favorite reason, Just For Fun! The art of menu planning is something I learned from my Mom and I have always enjoyed it when planning for Holidays, parties and general entertaining. Here is a complete…

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⋆˚࿔ summer sickfic prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ heatstroke keeping them inside whilst everyone else keeps enjoying the sun

²⁾ catching a cold after misjudging the temperature of the pool

³⁾ food poisoning after a bbq party (bonus points if it's the person who cooked the food that's now looking after them)

⁴⁾ forgoing sunscreen and paying for it with sunburn at the end of the day

⁵⁾ the night ending early when dehydration hits them

⁶⁾ twisting their ankle on a morning hike and needing to be helped back down the mountainside

⁷⁾ a contagious bug keeping them away from all the fun activities planned

⁸⁾ being sequestered to their hotel room on a group trip after coming down with something on the journey there

⁹⁾ a cast keeping them out of the pool/sea

¹⁰⁾ a migraine triggered by fairground lights and noises

¹¹⁾ carsickness interrupting a roadtrip

¹²⁾ a brutal hangover the morning after a pool party

¹³⁾ needing help with aloe vera after finally retreating inside at the end of the day

¹⁴⁾ trying to cope with a fever during a heatwave

¹⁵⁾ jellyfish stings hampering a day at the beach

[ssprayberrythings]

home is a person | OP81

oscar piastri x student!female reader / smau fic

fc: maude apatow 

pov: you’re a student studying abroad in australia and during this time there, you realize home isn’t always a place but rather a person. in your case you find your home with mclaren's f1 driver, oscar piastri. 

warnings: mention of alcohol (beer bong too), other than that just emotional fluff !!

i already have plans for a part two but please let me know your thoughts !!!

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📍melbourne, australia 

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summer adventures 🔆 

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friend1: youre so cute 

friend2: y/n we miss you 

╰ yourusername: i’ll be back soon. i promise 

yourmom: my sunshine child 

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📍sydney, australia 

caption: haven’t seen her in weeks and she brings a book to our lunch ☹️ 

╰ yourusername: i was only reading it until you got to the restaurant 

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📍melbourne, australia 

caption: don’t be fooled, she’s actually happy to be home 

╰ yourusername: sure, whatever you say 

You loved all your friends but you had only been back in Melbourne for not even 48 hours and they were already dragging you to a BBQ party when all you wanted was to be in your apartment curled up with your cat, Timmy while reading a book. 

“I promise if within an hour you really aren’t enjoying yourself, you are more than welcome to leave. I’ll even promise to order the uber” your friend told you “Deal” you agreed. You enjoyed your parties but you also enjoyed some peace and quiet, right now you wanted the latter. 

You arrived at the party and made your way to the backyard with your friend. You had brought a pack of coolers with you, being raised never to show up empty handed to someones house. “I’m gonna go put these with the rest of the alcohol, Im sure I’ll see you around” you told the friend you had arrived with and then set off to find the alcohol table, mostly to put the coolers down but to also get yourself a drink, you needed one if you were planning on seeing this through. 

You found the booze table and put the coolers down, then scanned what other alcohol they had. You opted for making a vodka, lemonade. Once you had a red solo cup in your cup, another friend of yours passed by and asked if you wanted to come play beer pong. You just shrugged and said “sure”, you didn’t mind a good game every once and awhile. 

When the two of you got to the beer pong table, two boys stood at the one end. You had to admit they were both good looking, however the blonde one had caught your eye. “Is it us against you two or how are we doing this?” your friend asked, both boys shared a look “We can split up” the brunette boy suggested “I’ll be your partner” he added referring to your friend 

“Are you okay with that?” your friend asked turning to you “Fine by me” you said as you walked to the other end of the table where the blonde boy stood “Just don’t be mad when we beat you” you added looking at your friend chuckling slightly “Oh you're on” she laughed. 

“I’m Oscar” the blonde boy introduced himself “I’m Y/N” you offered him a smile, he seemed familiar but you couldn’t tell from where “Are you good at this?” you asked taking a sip of your drink while your friend and his friend introduced themselves to each other “Eh I’m decent” he answered your question, laughing slightly “We can win with decent” you joked making him laugh again. 

One game of beer pong later, you and Oscar had won against your friend and his friend “Yes!” you exclaimed as the last ball went in, indicating you had won “Good job” Oscar told you holding his hand up for a high five which you gladly gave to him “We make a good team” you said as a small blush appeared on his face “We do” Oscar agreed with you. 

From that point on, the two of you spent the rest of the party together getting to know each other, playing a few more games of beer pong, dancing a bit, overall having a great time together.

When the night was coming to a close and you were walking to meet your friend to go home, Oscar was right by your side “Is there any way I could get your number?” he asked scratching the back of his neck “Yeah but under one condition” you started “You have to take me on a date” he blushed but chuckled “I can definitely do that”. 

Once your numbers were exchanged and you shared a quick hug goodbye, you were in your uber with your friend “Aren’t you glad I made you come” she smirked looking at you, you just rolled your eyes. The both of you knowing she was right but there was no need to say it aloud. 

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📍melbourne, australia 

caption: planned or candid? guess we’ll never know 🤭

╰ yourbestfriend: MISS Y/N WHO TOOK THIS 

╰ yourusername: i’ll tell you after the date 

╰ yourbestfriend: DATE!!! FACETIME ME WHEN YOU GET HOME, I NEED ALL THE DETAILS !!

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╰ friend1: happy to see oscar took you somewhere nice 

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📍australia  

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perks of being home 📸🐨🌅

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yourbestfriend: THIS IS HIM 

╰ yourusername: 🤦🏻‍♀️

oscarpiastri: cant tell whose cuter; the koala bear or the person who took the picture of the koala bear 

╰ yourusername: i vote the koala bear 

╰ oscarpiastri: i have to disagree ;)

╰ yourusername: guess we can agree to disagree ;) 

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📍melbourne, australia  

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im definitely enjoying this time off from racing 

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yourusername: still never getting over how you casually said you were an f1 driver 

╰ oscarpiastri: 🤷🏼‍♂️

landonorris: now i know why you’ve been taking forever to answer my texts 

╰ oscarpiastri: i’ve had other things to do

piastrixnorris: WAIT DOES OSCAR HAVE A GF !?

f1fan_: OSCAR PIASTRI, ARE YOU A TAKEN MAN ?? 

wagupdates_: we’ll solve the mystery. its our duty 😎

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limit of happiness exceeded 🧡 

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oscarpiastri: my happy place 

╰ yourusername: 🥰🥹😘

oscarpiastri: timmy my adopted son 

╰ yourusername: he loves you, maybe more than me 

╰ oscarpiastri: that was my goal this whole time 😏

friend1: i’m taking a nap on the freeway tonight 

╰ friend2: im joining you 

yourbestfriend: he still needs the best friend stamp of approval 

╰ yourusername: we’ll come to sydney before his break is over, i promise 

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my happy place is next to you 

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f1fan: AWE 

user4: THEY’RE DEF DATING 

user81: SHES SO PRETTY 

piastripastry: OSCAR UR GF IS STUNNING FR 

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wagupdates_: GUESS WE HAVE A NEW WAG ADDED TO THE LIST 

yourusername: thats so funny, my happy place is next to you, what are the chances 

╰ oscarpiastri: no way, we must be made for each other or something 😉

╰ yourusername: seems that way 😏

user20: im silently sobbing at their comments to each other

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for anyone wondering: f1 drivers make the best bfs 

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yourbestfriend: he gets the best friend stamp of approval now 

╰ yourusername: YAY 

oscarpiastri: girls named y/n make the best gfs 

╰ yourusername: ur so cheesy, keep it going 

╰ oscarpiastri: for you, anything 

friend1: does he have any single f1 friends ??? 

╰ yourusername: let me get back to you on that 

╰ friend2: i’m wondering this too

╰ yourusername: 😅

oscarpiastri posted on their story  

caption: my adopted son timmy & his mother 👨‍👩‍👦 @yourusername 

╰ yourusername: we love you 😘

more replies: 

╰ user12: ok cuteness overload 

╰ user14: this is too cute 

╰ user2: oscar you're killing us

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caption: cuties @yourusername @oscarpiastri

╰ yourusername: oh my..you’re the worst 

╰ yourbestfriend: you love me though 

oscarpiastri posted on their story 

📍 sydney, australia  

caption: boat days ⛵️ @yourusername

╰ yourusername: ❤️

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i’ve become one with the sea 🩵

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yourbestfriend: today was so fun! the four of us need to hangout together more ! 

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friend1: youre the cutest 

╰ yourusername: 🥰

oscarpiastri: i wonder who took these photos of you 🤔

╰ yourusername: some australian man who tagged along with us🤷🏻‍♀️

╰ oscarpiastri: hmm..hes a good photographer

╰ yourusername: hes alright..;) 

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Things between you and Oscar had been going so smoothly. Obviously he had to get back to racing pretty soon which was why you were making the most with the time you had, not that either of you minded spending pretty much everyday together. 

Right now you were sitting on your balcony, enjoying the morning breeze, while Oscar was still sleeping. He had spent the night because yesterday you had gone to Sydney for a boat day with your best friend and her boyfriend and by the time you got back, it was pretty late.

You didn’t want Oscar driving back to his place so you offered for him to stay which he gladly accepted and you were able to fall asleep cuddled up together. 

Your cat was curled up in your lap while you read a book. You were so engaged with your book, you didn’t notice Oscar walking out of your room and coming into the kitchen, seeing you on the balcony. He didn’t want to startle you so he walked over to the door, tapping on the side to get your attention before speaking 

“Morning” he smiled at you “Morning, did you sleep well?” you asked as you put your bookmark in your book and shut it. He nodded while a yawn escaped his lips “Do you want a coffee? or I can make us breakfast” you suggested as you picked your cat up and got up walking to the door. 

Oscar moved to the side to let you in and shut the door behind you “Why don’t we go out for breakfast” he offered “This way you can just rest” he explained as he walked over to where you stood by your kitchen counter, where you had put your book down, gently putting a hand on your lower back. “Sure, I like that idea” you told him as you smiled looking up at him “I just need a few minutes to get ready and we can go, I actually know the perfect place” “Sounds good, also I was wondering if you had a spare toothbrush” he asked laughing slightly.

You laughed with him and nodded your head “Follow me” you instructed and brought Oscar to your bathroom to show him where you kept spare toiletries incase anyone ever needed anything while they were here. 

“Thanks” he told you once he had a toothbrush in his hand “Anytime, when you’re done just make yourself at home and I’ll be ready soon” you told him.

As you turned to walk away to get ready, Oscar grabbed your wrist causing you to stay in place, he leant down giving you a quick peck on the lips “Sorry Ive just been wanting to do that since I woke up” he told you blushing. 

You had a small blush on your own cheeks, he truly was the cutest person you knew “No need to apologize, you're welcome to do that whenever you want” you told him causing him to blush even more but then he broke into a boyish grin and stepped closer, putting his hands on your cheeks and kissing you properly.

It didn’t matter to either of you if you both had morning breath, all you cared about was each other and getting to do this as much as you could before Oscar left to get back into the world of F1. 

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caption: my favourite breakfast spot + my favourite boy 🧡 

╰ oscarpiastri: ❤️

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got my film developed..finally 🫡

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friend1: omg these are so cute

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yourbestfriend: wait that pic of me is actually so cute, can you send me it 🥹

╰ yourusername: already did ❤️

oscarpiastri: im so lucky 🥰😍

╰ yourusername: brb blushing 

╰ landonorris: who knew oscar had riz

╰ oscarpiastri: who let you here 

╰ landonorris: y/n accepted my follow request..finally 

╰ yourusername: sorry, takes me forever to do things 😆

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caption: my favourite view 😏 @oscarpiastri

╰ oscarpiastri: youre my favourite everything 😏

╰ yourusername: real smooth..😆 

oscarpiastri posted on their story  

caption: i’ll miss you more than australia’s sunsets @yourusername 

╰ yourusername: dont remind me that youre leaving soon 

╰ yourusername: i need these next couple days not to fly by..

╰ oscarpiastri: i know :( 

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It was the day you and Oscar were most dreading, the day he had to leave Melbourne to get back to work. You had told him you would drive him to the airport, wanting to spend every minute you could with him before he left. 

You made casual conversation on the drive over, not wanting to think about the fact you’d be doing long distance, not sure when you’d get to see each other next. You were going into your final year of your degree and would be in classes which meant you probably wouldn’t be able to attend the races. 

Unfortunately you arrived at the airport faster than you hoped you would. You parked in the parking lot and got out of the vehicle once you turned the car off. You went to help Oscar with his bags “I got it” he told you, putting his backup on and then grabbing his suitcase handle with his one hand “Just hold my hand” he told you smiling and reaching to intertwine your fingers. 

The two of you walked hand in hand towards the entrance. Because Oscar had some fame to his name, you were able to stay with him until he had to start boarding and then security would safely escort you back to your car, per request of Oscar himself. Luckily due to the time of day, there weren’t any fans that he could see but he didn’t want to risk it. 

You sat in the waiting area for his flight to be called, you had your head resting on his shoulder “I’m gonna miss you so much” you told him softly “I know, I’m gonna miss you too” he expressed the same mutual feeling. 

“I’ll be cheering you on from home for every race though” you added lifting your head up and looking at him, he smiled at your comment “Knowing youre watching is all the incentive I need to make sure I do good. I gotta make my girl proud” he said lifting your intertwined hands and giving them a kiss.

He could be such a hopeless romantic at times and it always made your stomach do cartwheels, you didn’t know how you got so lucky with Oscar. 

Some time passed before his flight was called causing the two of you stand, forced to look at each other not wanting to say goodbye but knowing you had to.

“Go be a brilliant F1 driver” you told him, not wanting to say anything more or else you might cry “Come here” he said opening his arms, knowing you were doing your best not to cry. 

It could be alot dating someone in Oscar’s field constantly having to say goodbye and not knowing when you’d be able to see each other next. You walked into his arms wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around you.

A moment passed before you pulled away, if he didn’t leave now, he’d miss his flight. “Text me when you land, I don’t care about the time difference” you told him “Of course” he told you as he picked up his backpack and you made your way to the doors to the plane. 

After he gave you one final kiss on the lips, he turned and made his way through the doors heading for the plane. He wanted to turn around and see you one more time but he knew he’d never leave if he did so he kept walking straight. 

You got walked back to your car, being sure to thank the security before you got in and put your keys in the engine. You waited till you were back home and wearing one of his hoodies to let a few tears fall.

It was crazy to you that someone you had only met a couple weeks prior had become someone so important to you and now you were crying over them leaving. 

You didn’t know why you were reacting this way, you had been able to pack up and move across the world for school saying goodbye to family and friends. You had travelled, always making friends then saying goodbye. Goodbyes were something you had plenty of experience with, yet saying goodbye to Oscar was another level of difficult.

The more you thought about it, you realized he had become something you didn’t realize you were looking for, he had become your home and for the first time in your whole life, you were missing your home.

It was in this moment that you knew you didn't want to go another day without Oscar by your side. You knew you had to finish school but once you had your diploma, you'd be flying to Oscar and never leaving his side from there.

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ahh i've been working on this one for awhile now so i hope you like it !! once again feel free to reblog or comment ur thoughts !! other than those notes, enjoy and talk soon ❤️

[martiandmichelle]

This is a photo of me (Marti) from 2017. I was still married to Daniel at the time and Daniel, a devoted voyeur when it came to me having sex with someone else - especially other women, always tried to set me up with other men and women. One of his favorite setups would be to invite guys with female "special others" over for dinner - wives or lady friends included. The other guys would be in on the plan so eventually, as the evening progressed someone would find a way in the conversation to bring up my tits which would, of course, lead to "can we see them?" As long as the ladies were OK with it, off would come my top.

That was what happened when this photo was taken. It was in the summer and we were having a BBQ when the subject of my tits was brought up and, with less than a half hour passed since the party started, off came my blouse. My bra was still on and the chant rose for me to remove the bra. All agreed: they wanted to see the big girls. We moved inside to hide the scene from any of the neighbors. As we were getting set inside the guys started taking pictures of me with their phones - and that's where this photo was taken. Finally the bra came off to shouts of approval. When one of the women wanted to feel them so did the other women. Before long, the women were having a feeding frenzy on my chest as I gave into them completely. The guys took more photos and encouraged the ladies to keep feeding on my tits.

It was late when everyone left. The short ribs had remained uncooked; but my breast meat was well used. And Daniel was delighted with the photos and videos he had taken. He stayed up all night wanking to vids.

[megalony]

Annual Party

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine requested by Anon, I hope you like it. I'm loving all the Dad! Eddie and family Eddie requests coming through and I'm trying to work my way through them all. Enjoy.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@butlegendsneverdie@langdonzvoid@jennyggggrrr@rogmeddows@radiob-l-a-hblah@rogertaylorsbitontheside@chlobo6@rogertaylors-lipgloss@sj-thefanthefan@omgitsearly@luckytrashgooprebel@scarsout@deaky-with-a-c@killer-queen-ofrhye@bluutac@vousmemanqueez-blog@jonesyaddiction@milanosaurus@httpfandxms@saint-hardy@7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls@mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me  @hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@noonenuts@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway

911 Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) is worried when Eddie invites her and Chris to the summer party to meet the 118 for the first time. But her worries are all for nothing.

Enjoy.

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"…Hey, it'll be Eddie's first one."

Eddie paused in the doorway to the gym, letting the towel hang around his neck and catch the droplets of sweat trickling down the side of his face and neck. He had been in the gym for the last half an hour in between callouts but now he wished he hadn't since he had missed out on most of whatever conversation Buck and Chimney were having.

He had been with the 118 for around five months now and it was the quickest that he had ever felt like he fit in with the people he worked with who he could now call his friends. Eddie had never felt so at home with his workmates, not even when he was back in the army. But there were some things that never changed, like Eddie's unease whenever he heard his name being spoken.

It felt like they were unsure about him whenever he heard them mention his name, even just in a passing conversation. Eddie wanted so badly to fit in and feel like this was his family, a safe group of people to work with and get along with and call his friends. He couldn't stop himself from panicking though, little nagging thoughts that he would be the odd one out.

"My first what?" He leaned against the doorframe and looked over at the pair of them.

The way Buck was smiling and how chimney cocked a brow made Eddie relax in himself and manage a smile. Clearly it wasn't anything bad or awkward that they were talking about.

"You sir, are in luck. We were just talking about the annual summer party the station has every year."

"You guys sure do have a lot of parties,"

Removing the towel from around his neck, Eddie threw it in the hamper beside the door before he walked over to them. They had all invited him to a BBQ only a month after he arrived but he had to turn it down, Christopher hadn't been well that week. Buck had been talking about halloween already and how he thought it was mystical and special. Now a summer party was being planned and Eddie knew they were already getting things in motion for Christmas.

Bobby had talked about them always doing a Christmas party and finding a few extra people to cover the shifts so the 118 could go all out and enjoy the festivities.

"That we do, and this year it's my turn to host." Chimney placed a hand on his chest and smiled proudly. He had never hosted one of the station parties before. It was usually Bobby who hosted them or they had the parties here at the station for family and friends to attend.

But a summer party was different, they couldn't have the pinnical of summer inside the station, hidden away from the sun and the sweltering heat.

It was more of an occasion when a party was at someone's house and Chimney had offered to host this one since he hadn't had the chance before.

"You're coming, right?" A smile lit up Buck's face as he tucked his hands into his back pockets. So far everyone had said they were turning up and it looked like it was going to be a big day, they couldn't have a party without the newest member of the team there.

"I guess I could swing by."

"You can bring your family, you know. Parties are for everyone, we're one big family here and that includes you now."

"You have a wife and boy, right?" Buck grinned over at Eddie when he saw the smile start to spread across his face as he looked down at his hands for a moment before he nodded.

"I think they'd love to come along,"

Eddie knew for a fact (Y/n) would be happy to join him at the party, she could see the way he talked about the team and how close he felt to them. She wanted to meet the people who Eddie had grown so fond of and who he spent half his life around now. And he was sure Chris would enjoy a party, he always loved a party whenever someone had a birthday or they went to visit family for Christmas.

This would be a bit different because it would be a new place and new people, it would take Chris a little while to get used to everyone and get to know them. But wherever there was a good atmosphere and a lot of energy, Chris always hyped up and got excited.

"Great! Next Saturday at two o'clock. Cap's already made sure we all have the afternoon off so no excuses."

Looks like Eddie and (Y/n) now had plans for next weekend.

***

"I'm ready," Christopher shuffled into the kitchen and leaned his arms on the kitchen counter next to (Y/n), letting his body fall forward into the counter that kept him upright. His fingers tapped and itched against the counter and he dropped his chin onto (Y/n)'s arm, looking over her to see what she was doing.

"Good, I think I've got everything," (Y/n) leaned down to kiss his forehead as she put the box into Chris's backpack she was getting ready.

She could barely breathe now from the nerves.

All morning (Y/n) had been planning what to take and rethinking how to be ready for any kind of situation or emergency. It felt more like she was going on shift at the fire station rather than out to a festive party to meet the team for the first time.

The backpack was full. (Y/n) had packed Chris's favourite toy monkey, just in case he started to panic and needed something to cuddle. She had his new favourite sensory toy which was a plastic snake that rattled and made a very satisfying clicking sound whenever it was shook.

His noise-cancelling headphones were folded up and packed so if the music or the raised voices got too much, Chris could still stay with everyone and just wear his headphones.

She had a bag of sweets crammed in as well; Eddie had told her that there would be a lot of food and sweets and treats out and they both knew Chris would get upset at that. He was allergic to a lot of things; nuts, milk, latex to name a few and there were only a certain few brands of sweets Chris could tolerate, others he loved but they made him sick.

So (Y/n) thought it was best to bring along a lot of treats so Chris could still enjoy himself. And because he was such a picky eater and had allergies, she had done him a pack up. Save asking Chimney what was in each food and have Chris go into a meltdown when the food didn't taste the same as the brand he always got from the same shop each week. He could always tell the difference.

Then there was his mini-medic kit in the bag too with his EpiPens, painkillers and stomach meds in case he got hold of something he shouldn't and made himself feel sick.

"Come on then, off we go," (Y/n) looped his backpack on her shoulder and hooked her bag on her other shoulder before she reached out to take Chris's hand. His crutches were already in the car from yesterday, he didn't like to use them in the house, only when they went out.

"Daddy?" Chris tilted his head up and leaned his cheek on (Y/n)'s arm as they walked out towards the car.

They had only told Chris yesterday about the party today in case Chris got too overwhelmed or panicked about going or in case he got sick and couldn't go. If he knew in advance, it would be the only thing he would focus on and if for some reason he didn't end up going, he would have a meltdown because of changed or ruined plans. Telling him at the last second was always the easiest way to go.

"He's meeting us there, don't worry," (Y/n) put the bags in the car and lifted Chris up to strap him in his car seat.

Eddie had picked up a shift with Hen at the last minute to cover this morning so the plan was for him to do his shift until dinner time, go wash and change at the station and then Hen would drive them to Chimney's house for the party.

He should be there by now, (Y/n) was praying Eddie was there before she and Chris arrived. She didn't want to walk into a stranger's home and be introduced without Eddie. Chris would be panicked enough and if (Y/n) started to panic too, it wouldn't end well.

Unease washed through (Y/n) in waves when she began to drive. Despite Chris singing and babbling along to the Disney CD in the car, she could feel the panic welling up inside her.

What if Eddie's colleagues didn't like her?

From the way Eddie spoke so highly of everyone he worked with, it would be awful if they didn't like (Y/n). They were practically part of the family now, they worked so closely with Eddie and (Y/n) wanted them to know her and like her and be friends. It would mean she and Eddie could go out with them if they were all close, since they moved here they didn't know many people and the only people Eddie knew well or close were the guys he worked with.

(Y/n) didn't know what Eddie had told them about Chris- or if he had told them anything at all about their son.

It was always a shock when (Y/n) used to introduce her friends to Chris and she could always see their expressions change and their words get stuck in their throat when they realised he had special needs. They didn't know what to say to him or how to act around him.

Some people tried to talk to him as if he was a baby, others ignored him completely and then a few people just tried to ask what was wrong with him and venture into every aspect of their lives.

(Y/n) would hate for Eddie's new colleagues to be like that; they had both lost enough friends back in Texas for how they acted or treated Chris. It would be awful if this new job that Eddie loved and thoroughly enjoyed turned sour if his colleagues didn't take to Chris.

Would they look at (Y/n) differently if they knew she was a stay at home mum and a part-time book editor- which meant she could always work from home and be there for Chris. Would they judge her or laugh at her or think she was silly or lazy?

She didn't have to check the address when she pulled up in the street. The music could be heard from the end of the street and there were at least five cars rammed near the third house on the left. At least she had found the right address and wasn't lost, that was another worry (Y/n) had thought of late last night when she wondered what could and would go wrong. It wasn't very often that (Y/n) got to know and interact with new people and she knew they were all close to her husband. She wanted to be close to them too.

"I think we're here, are you ready?"

"Yep!"

(Y/n) got out and smoothed down the imaginary wrinkles in her dress; it was Eddie's favourite. A strapless white dress with a low cut towards the cleavage, tight at the hips and crinkled and fanned out towards her knees. And it had little strawberries printed all across; the picture of summer.

She had pinned her hair back and matched the outfit with white sandals, whereas Chris had chosen to wear a white pair of shorts and a lime green button up, sleeveless shirt. He even tucked the shirt into his shorts to try and look smart.

(Y/n) looped her bag around her neck and shoulder but when she opened the back door for Chris to hop out, he shook his head. A cheeky grin lit up his face as his eyes creased at the corners and he stretched his arms out towards her while he tilted his head from side to side.

He wanted to be carried.

With a roll of her eyes, (Y/n) held out his backpack towards him, she would carry him but she couldn't hold everything.

He adjusted his backpack on his shoulders and held his arms out, giggly madly when (Y/n) leaned in and picked him up to sit him high on her left hip. He was getting a bit big for her to carry him around, but he was her baby boy and they both knew she could never say no to carrying him around.

Chris nuzzled his face into her cheek and loosely draped his arms around her neck while (Y/n) shut the door with her bum and held him tightly, pinning his crutches underneath her right arm. He would need them when she eventually had to put him down and they both knew he wouldn't sit still for long, he would be snooping and adventuring round soon enough.

"Let's go find daddy," She leaned her cheek on top of Chris's head when he snuggled down against her.

The front door was closed but the back gate at the left side of the house was wide open, connecting the front to the back garden. (Y/n) followed the path and the sound of music round the side of the house towards the voices and the laughter that was drawing them closer.

There were balloons taped to each end of the few tables set out near the fence and there was a BBQ going near the back door.

Quite a lot of people were scattered around the large garden and (Y/n) could see at least three children which made her more relieved than she could comprehend. It would have been awkward if she and Eddie were the only ones to bring their kid along.

"There you are," Eddie's voice was like a Godsend and (Y/n) managed a more relaxed smile when her eyes fell on him and watched him head towards her.

Reaching over, Eddie set down his beer on the table next to Chimney and patted his shoulder before he bypassed him when his eyes set on his girl. They had agreed that (Y/n) would turn up about half two or after so everyone had chance to turn up and be rowdy and catch up before she brought Chris. (Y/n) didn't like being first to parties and Chris would be more settled if everything was in full swing by the time he arrived.

Eddie ran his tongue along his lips and dug his nails into his palms for a second when his eyes latched onto what (Y/n) was wearing. She had done that on purpose.

She had chosen the dress she knew always drove him mad. The one that hugged every curve she had and stopped short of her knees. The dress that looked like summer itself and made everyone's eyes always fall on her whenever she wore it. It was going to prove hard for Eddie to stay away from her when she looked like that.

When he reached them, he curved an arm around Chris's back and moved his other hand to cup the back of (Y/n)'s neck. His thumb brushed up and down her skin, ruffling her hair in the process and causing a shiver to run down her spine.

He loved the radiant smile she gave him when she looked up at him and he just had to kiss those painted red lips that matched the strawberries on her dress.

"Hi," (Y/n) whispered quietly against his lips, grinning at the slight tint of red on Eddie's already pink lips where her lipstick had smudged onto him a little.

"Hey," He kissed her again, biting her lower lip just a pinch before a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he heard Chris squealing 'daddy' loudly into his ear. Chris eagerly clambered from (Y/n) over to Eddie who lifted him up for a cuddle and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek. "I've been waiting for you; God, you can tell you're mine." Eddie grinned and kissed his nose when he looked down at what Chris had decided to wear.

The shorts matched Eddie's light auburn cargo pants and the lime green top looked just like the mint blue t-shirt Eddie had picked for today. If Eddie's hair was slightly more curled, they would be twins.

"Come on, everyone is dying to meet you,"

He swung Chris round before he set him down to his feet and (Y/n) handed over his crutches so he could actually walk for himself for a while.

A tepid smile reached (Y/n)'s eyes when Eddie hooked his arm around her waist and reeled her into his side, where she belonged. She moved her hand up to rest on his chest while his other hand grabbed the handle of Chris's backpack so he didn't stray the wrong way or try and speed off without them.

"(Y/n)," Eddie kissed her temple when they reached the BBQ and glanced his eyes over at a few members of his team. "This is my captain, Bobby and his wife Sargent Athena Grant. And this is Chimney. This is my wife (Y/n) and our boy Christopher."

He let go of Chris's backpack so he could reach over and take back his beer bottle he put down earlier. Eddie could feel himself relaxing already, he could feel the tension melting away when he saw the way the team looked at his family. They didn't frown or look at Chris in pity, they didn't look away or seem unnerved or anxious. Bobby was grinning, Athena had that glint in her narrowed eyes and a wicked smile on her lips and Chimney just looked dazed in a good sort of way.

"Lovely to meet you (Y/n),"

(Y/n) kept her arm curved tight around Eddie's back but happily reached her free hand out to shake Bobby's hand. "And you, Eddie talks very highly of you."

"You know, my son Harry is making some water balloons and I bet he could use some help. What do you think?" Athena looked over at Chris who smiled and lazily tilted his head back until he was looking up at Eddie, silently checking it was alright. And silently making sure both parents would keep an eye on him and not lose him at any point.

"Go ahead," Eddie ruffled his hair as he grinned and walked over to Athena who placed a hand on his shoulder and guided him over to Harry Hen's boy Denny.

Chris loved anything sensory like water or sand or play dough- which was something he always tried to eat. (Y/n) was pleased how sensory Chris was and how relaxed he was with different textures and feels and play toys. Whereas he was sensitive to smells and tastes, it was hard getting him to try new food or watch different movies, visually he was very sensory and didn't like new or different shows or movies.

"Do you want a drink?" Eddie mumbled against (Y/n)'s forehead, smiling and pecking her forehead when she nodded.

She could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside of her when he wandered across the garden to the drinks table. Her eyes flitted between her two boys, smiling shyly when she looked over at Chris. He was sat on the grass, splashing the water and slowly placing the water balloons into the big bowl next to Athena who was introducing and overseeing the job the boys were doing.

"So, what do you do (Y/n)?"

Her gaze fell back on Chimney who started to turn over the burgers on the grill whole Bobby gave him a somewhat disapproving look as he looked between him and the food. Bobby looked at him as if he could do a better job and it made (Y/n) relax, although she wasn't sure why.

"I, I'm a part-time editor for a literacy company so I can work from home and be with Chris,"

"I bet you have to have a good attention span for that,"

"It helps," She smiled up at Bobby, feeling herself relax more and more in their presence.

"Hen's wife works from home, I don't know what she does though, some sort of science shit," Chimney waved the spatula in his hand and shook his head with a smile. He didn't know the specifics of what Rachel did, he just knew she worked from home to be with Denny and she didn't often talk about her work, unless she was drunk. It usually washed over his head.

Maybe her worries had all been for nothing.

Spinning on her heels, (Y/n) held her glass tighter to her chest and smiled shyly up at the man in front of her. She didn't recognise him, Eddie hadn't introduced her to everyone here yet and he had wandered off to check on Chris and see how he was doing.

The man in front of her had a rather cheesy smile, sort of like he was a young boy at heart, a Peter Pan of sorts. He grinned at her and clasped his hands together in front of him, rubbing his knuckles in a way (Y/n) recognised as an anxious movement.

"Hi, I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Evan, but everyone calls me Buck."

"Oh, you're Buck, I've heard a lot about you. I'm (Y/n)," She held her hand out for him to shake, smiling a little wider when his eyes narrowed and his head ticked to the side like he somehow didn't believe she was who she said she was.

"You're Eddie's wife?"

"Yeah,"

"Damn, he never said you were beautiful,"

(Y/n) laughed and brushed her hair behind her ear, unsure how to take that comment. It was either him being very sweet or a jibe that Eddie either didn't talk about her at work or said she was something other than pretty. But (Y/n) chose to take it as a compliment.

"Mummy…" Chris let go of one of his crutches so he could reach up and grab (Y/n)'s hand when he walked up behind her. He started to swing their hands between them, smiling gently but saying nothing when she whispered 'what's up baby'. He leaned his temple against her arm and kept pulling on her hand but it was when he started to hum that (Y/n) got the hint.

She bent down beside him and unzipped the bag he had been carrying around dutifully, unable to set it down because he knew all of his things, especially his meds, were inside.

Rattling around, (Y/n) found the dark purple dinosaur toy wedged down beside his lunch box and held it out in front of him. Watching as he started to nod and coiled it quickly to his chest. He wasn't unhappy but he was getting a little anxious, his favourite teddy would calm him down and give him something to concentrate on and ground him.

"This is daddy's friend Buck, wanna say hi?" (Y/n) kissed his temple as she stood up just as Buck bent down to be level with him.

"Don't tell me that's a dinosaur?"

"You like them?"

"I love them! He's impressive, look at those claws, wow." Buck reached a careful hand out to brush the pale yellow claws before he tilted his head to the side. "Do you want a drink? I saw someone make a milkshake for Denny earlier."

"No milk." Chris shook his head and pressed the toy against his mouth, starting to tap the dino head against his lips a few times as both a sign and a stim for the sensation. It was a panic action at first, it was drilled into Chris what he couldn't drink or have and all he could remember all his allergies, they made sure he knew them if he was ever away from them and uncertain or confused.

But the more he tapped the toy against his lips, the more he started to nod his head and hum. Chris was very sensory, he liked the feel of things like water or fluffy blankets or texture books. And his new stimming technique was tapping toys against his lips for the vibrations and tingling sensations it created.

"Oh, he's allergic to milk but he's preferable to cola,"

"Oh, sorry. I'm sure Chimney has a lot of soda here, why don't we go find some? Can he eat stuff from the barbeque?"

Chris pushed forward and took Buck's hand and reached up to hand him the dino toy so he could look at it. He grinned when Buck placed his hand over his heart before he took the toy from him to inspect and marvel at it. Chris had found a true friend here.

"He won't eat anything new, he's brought a pack up. Drinks other than milk are fine… thank you for this," She whispered the last part, watching them head off towards the drinks table while her heart soared. No one usually bothered to try and understand Chris's interests or get to know him or be around him. People thought he was cute and sweet but didn't know how to act around him.

Everyone here was taking an interest in him and treating him like he was already one of them and had been all his life.

A gasp left her lips and her knees buckled when a pair of strong arms bolted around her waist and reeled her into a hard chest. She tilted her head back and tried to catch a proper breath when she felt Eddie grazing his lips against her neck. His fingers dug lovingly into her hips and he growled into her neck and sent shockwaves coursing through her nerves making her grin.

"I see Buck's found a friend," Eddie let his eyes glance over at Buck who was holding a plastic cup out but letting Chris pour his own drink, something not many people did with him. "Means I can have you to myself for a few minutes."

"Oh really?"

(Y/n) gripped Eddie's wrists and turned her head to kiss the top of his hair but she was finding it hard not to close her eyes and melt against him. And when she felt his teeth grazing and nipping at her skin, she knew there would be a bruise there later that she would have to hide from Chris.

"Hmm."

"Everyone seems lovely, Eddie. I can see why you speak to highly of them," She could understand how attached Eddie was to each of his colleagues and she could see why he felt they were part of a new family together. This was much more than co-workers getting along, this was a close knit family that was hard to break.

She tilted her head to the side when Eddie kissed his way up her neck and over her jaw, pecking and nipping at her skin until he finally had her lower lip pulled tight between his teeth.

(Y/n) couldn't think of anywhere else she'd rather be.

[dragonflylady77]

not on the menu

Rating: T | 1558 words | not KW friendly

B2 - free space for @harringrovesummerbingo

Gift for @shieldofiron and @spaceofentropy ❤️

** warning ** this fic ends with a cliffhanger but happy ending in the next one. it's a Guin guarantee.

Read on Ao3

Summary:

Billy has a run in with Karen Wheeler when he drops off Roscoe at Rosie's grandparents' for the weekend and he is not okay. Of course, Steve can immediately tell something is wrong.

“Do you really think I’ll be allowed to swim, Uncle Billy?”

“I asked Steve, my love, and he said you should definitely bring your swimsuit.”

“But what if Rosie’s grandma Karen says the pool is too cold?”

Billy tried to not let his frustration seep into his voice when he answered Roscoe’s questions for the seventh time. He knew it was because she was nervous. Rosie’s grandparents on her mom’s side were having a flashy end-of-summer BBQ party and Rosie had invited Roscoe for the weekend. 

From what Steve had told him, Rosie’s mom and her new partner were going to be there, and Rosie was a bit apprehensive. She hadn’t seen her mom in a while so she’d asked her best friend to come along. Max had been called into work so it had fallen on Billy to deliver the anxious little girl to a gated community in La Jolla.

Billy listened to the directions the guard at the gate gave him, congratulating himself on deciding to drive his new Camaro that day instead of his 1979 classic Z28. The houses they drove past all looked like they cost a couple of times what Billy made as a yearly salary and he earned a respectable living.

Roscoe held his hand from the car to the Wheelers’ front door and Billy picked her up in his arms to give her a pep talk before he rang the bell.

“Now, listen, Peanut. You’re going to be just fine. It’s Rosie. She’s your bestest friend and she will make sure you have a good time. You’ve met her mom, haven’t you?”

Roscoe nodded.

“Right, so if anything, and I mean, anything, happens that makes you uncomfortable, you find Rosie’s mom and she’ll ring Steve. Okay?”

“Okay, Uncle Billy.”

“Good girl. Now, ring the bell. I’m sure Rosie can’t wait to see you.”

The doorbell chimes were soon replaced by a screech and the sound of footsteps rushing to the door, which was yanked open a second later.

“Roscoe! You’re here!” Rosie beamed, slightly out of breath. She was wearing a white dress with grass stains at knee level and no shoes.

“Rosalinda Elizabeth Harrington! What have I told you about opening the front door?” a female voice said behind her, coming closer.

“Sorry, Grandma Karen,” Rosie said, not sounding sorry at all.

Billy bit down on a chuckle and put Roscoe down. “Hi, Rosie.”

“Hi, Uncle Billy.”

He turned to his niece. “You’ve got your bag, Peanut?”

“Yes, Uncle Billy.”

“Great. You girls have fun, okay?”

The girls both agreed before saying a quick goodbye and running into the house, hand in hand. Billy’s gaze followed them until they turned a corner then landed on the woman who was waiting in the doorway. She was wearing a figure-hugging gauzy dark red dress, with a low décolletage and capped sleeves, and matching stilettos.

“Hello, I’m Karen Wheeler. Who might you be?” the woman asked—like she hadn’t heard Roscoe and her own granddaughter call him Uncle Billy a minute ago—giving Billy a slow appraising look that made him glad he’d renounced the habit of wearing his shirts mostly unbuttoned once he’d reached his thirties.

She offered her hand and Billy shook it, resisting the urge to wipe his hand on his jeans afterwards. The way she stared at him, raw hunger in her eyes, was making him uneasy.

“William Hargrove, ma’am, Roscoe’s uncle.”

“Call me Karen,” she countered with a giggle that creeped Billy out. “Won’t you come in for a drink, William? Or, better yet, join us for dinner. There’s more than enough food.”

“Sorry, Karen, but I already have plans tonight.”

“Got a hot date, have you?” Karen said with a wink, leaning on the doorframe.

“Something like that,” he replied with a tight grin. No way he was telling her he was planning on spending the entire weekend naked in bed with her former son-in-law.

“Another time, then?”

“Absolutely,” Billy said, lying through his teeth, and not finding it in himself to feel sorry about it. “I better head off. Have a lovely evening.”

Her goodbye followed him down the path to the sidewalk and he got into his car and headed off without looking back. He tried to shake off the uneasy feeling the encounter had left him but was still feeling the after-effects by the time he made it to Steve’s house.

Steve was waiting in the open doorway as soon as Billy got out of his car, and fuck, he was a sight for sore eyes, in his soft yellow jumper and his grey track pants that did a piss poor job to hide his giant dick.

“Hey, stranger, what took you so long?” Steve said, dragging a willing Billy through the threshold with both hands.

Billy kicked the door shut with his foot, before walking Steve backwards to the closest wall and burying his face in Steve’s neck. He inhaled the scent that was vanilla shampoo and something inherently Steve. It calmed his mind, even as his hands came up to grasp Steve’s sides. 

How the fuck was he supposed to give this up when Steve decided he was ready to find someone he was serious about?

“Billy, are you okay?” Steve asked, an uncertain note in his tone when Billy didn’t move.

“I don’t know,” Billy mumbled against Steve’s neck, not letting go of Steve’s jumper.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

With a sigh, Billy leaned back, his fingers loosening their grip. “I dropped Roscoe at your former in-laws and your kid’s grandma tried to get me to stay for a drink, but the way she nearly licked her lips when she looked at me…” Billy couldn’t help the shudder that racked his body. He closed his eyes. “Felt like she was wishing I was on the menu.”

“What the fuck?” Steve wrapped his arms around Billy and pulled him close again. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Billy bit down a whimper at the pet name Steve had never used before then shrugged. “It’s okay. I just wanna forget about her and enjoy our time together while I can.”

“While you—Billy, what the fuck do you mean?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” 

Fuck. 

Great job, dickhead.

Keeping one arm around Bill’s shoulders, Steve led the both of them to the couch.

“Come here, sit with me.”

Billy let himself drop on the couch, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. He was aware of Steve settling next to him, his hand warm on Billy’s thigh. When Steve didn’t say anything, Billy turned his head to look at him, confused when he noticed that Steve was dialing someone’s number on his phone.

The tone was loud in the otherwise quiet room, and Billy wondered who Steve was ringing and why he felt the need to do it on speakerphone.

“Hello, Wheeler residence, this is Karen,” the person on the other side answered and Billy went rigid.

Steve sent him a smile and squeezed his thigh. “Hi, Karen. It’s Steve.”

“Oh, Steve, hi! I really wish you could have joined us tonight. It’s so lovely to see Rosalinda with Nancy.”

“I’m sure it is. Listen, I heard you met Roscoe’s uncle tonight when he dropped her off and—”

“Yes, William, what a charming man. I really wish he’d have stayed for a while. I would love to get to know him. Is he single? I wonder if Nancy knows…”

“Karen, I’m going to stop you right there and remind you that you are a married woman.”

“Oh, Steve, you’re sweet." She laughed, and the sound had Billy tighten his hands into fists, nails digging in his palms. Karen continued, "Ted and I… let’s just say we have an arrangement that keeps both of us happy.”

“Okay, first of all, ew, and second of all, I think it’s quite creepy that you’re setting your sights on men the same age as your eldest daughter.”

Karen laughed. “Age is just a number, Steve. And as long as the participants are willing…”

“Billy is not willing,” Steve said, a steely age in his voice. “And, while I know and respect your place in my daughter’s life, I would appreciate if you’d keep your aging paws off my boyfriend.”

Steve hung up without another word, shutting out the offended stuttering and plunging the room in silence again.

“Boyfriend?” Billy whispered, when the quiet got too much. He felt unable to move a muscle, yet, at the same time, desperate to touch Steve, hope springing free in his chest.

“I, um, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that for a bit now, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long. When you said you wanted to enjoy our time together while you could, I realized I’d fucked up.”

“Steve…” Billy sat up, but Steve stopped him with a hand on his chest.

“Billy, I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a couple of months, but I like you. A lot. And I mean that as in formally-introducing-you-to-Rosie-as-my-boyfriend-and-giving-you-a-spare-key-to-my-house-so-you-can-visit-whenever-you-like kinda like you.” 

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Billy said, trying to wrap his head around the bombshell Steve had just dropped. After his slip up earlier, he’d expected Steve to tell him their arrangement was over, or that Billy was expecting too much. But now…

[orcaofmyheart99]

Dead Boy Detectives Summer Writing Challenge 2024

Here are the prompts for the dead boy detectives summer writing challenge.

Rules: Can be for any ship and can be platonic/romantic. Can include art. Every prompt must be a new work. Tag on ao3 and Tumblr as #dead boy detectives summer writing challenge 2024. Complete as many prompts as you want. Have fun!

Go on a trip to the beach 

Inspired by/references a teen summer movie 

Inspired by/references a favorite song of yours this summer 

Summer haunted objects affecting a case (beach towel, sunscreen, swimsuits, popsicles…)

A haunted place that you visited or read about

Camping under the stars

Have a campfire

At least ten ABBA songs must be mentioned in some way

Incorporate your favorite summer dish/dessert 

Someone discovers a modern phrase/song/artist 

Go on a road trip

Go to a carnival/fair

Crash a party 

Go on a picnic 

See/set off Fireworks 

Attend/host a BBQ

Freaky Friday situation takes place

Participate in a sporting event

Favorite Olympic Sport

Attend a play/put on a play

Dress up in disguises 

Plan to sneak in somewhere and it goes horribly wrong

Go berry picking 

Go to a farmers market 

Go to an arcade/go kart/drive in movie 

Go to an outdoor concert

Go on a picnic 

Go to miniature golf

Go to a waterpark/swim in a pool

Go hiking 

Fandom crossover of your choice

tagging @ohfallingdisco @globlingoober

[bradandchris]

Whatever his boyfriend Brad said was fine. It was water under a bridge he's never seen, heard of, or planned to cross, but here's what he had to say as to polls. "Half this country was in an abusive relationship and either didn’t know it, know how to get out, or somehow convinced themselves the situation just didn’t apply to them despite not living in an isolation chamber for eight years."

Chris then noted humans remain capable of reasoning anything and then followed this statement by a renewed call for a better form of thinking. As for the more desirable poles, well...Chris said he "would always take two and never turn down left overs or twins. Yum!"

Before his boyfriend could react to the raunch, Chris took ownership readily admitting his suggested sexual antics rang to him "a bit old school Christina Aquilaria," meaning it was both hot and dirty minus a few 'r's' of course.

The fact was the two were at a pool party in WeHo where every beautiful man in Los Angeles was in a Speedo or something of equally negligible coverage so Chris naturally assumed "between PREP, chlorine, and whatever part of the spectrum of sunlight that killed microbes and such, this was essentially the definition of a very well calculated risk."

Leaving no space once again for Brad, Chris went on to mansplain "in reality it was hot partially because it was summer. There was also this whole climate change thing going on," but then switched gears saying the leftovers and twins thing being so hot mostly stemmed from a softcore he watched when he was 16 titled “The Grill” that followed the sexcapades of a men’s college swim team while attending their coach’s off season summer bbq.

The early 80’s flick was considered edgy in its day apparently because the coaches wife was away on a business trip leaving the boys to fend for themselves. Chris was quick to point out tho the viewers never learn what kind of business she was in. He assumed it was advertising as that’s what the lead lady in the flick “Mr Mom” did. That both films were coincidentally released the same year carried enough weight to take the one hole in the softcore Chris didn’t want right off the table.

Seeing himself in full truthing mode, Chris then physically reached into thin air, pretended to grab something, then did the gay ‘z’ snap as he declared the shenanigans at the pool party "not actually dirty, but dirty adjacent due to all the precautions both manufactured and natural taken by the parties attendees.”

It was then Brad finally dove in the poll/pole conversation he started but largely failed to participate in with a sharp "True." Everyone attending the event already knew not to bring up the responsibility already taken at the party itself as it defeated the purpose. They were there for a good time and much of that was indulging themselves in the wild care-free fantasy. If someone was stupid enough to show up knowingly with something that wasn't theirs that's another tomb-sized plot of real estate for dancing upon in recognition of this person's immediate social death.

Vengeance hardly ended there. The reprise occurred at this persons physical death pending anyone knowledgeable of the event outlives this person. 99% of the time they did as for whatever reason vengeance keeps people alive until it's achieved. At that point, you’re as good as dead yourself.

That last part never appealed to Brad or Chris so they chose the sweeter slow release option of dancing nearly naked while high as a kite once or twice a month. It werked a lot of negative energy out though it admittedly invited some wonky back in. No transformation of energy was ever perfect or completely clean. Oddly this was never really spoken to across the board from the underground gays all the way through to mainstream society and then some.

The spiritual death or the parting of this person's soul were also celebrated but occurred less frequently. It largely applied to those in the deepest of the deep usually either claiming hetero and/or some sort of divinity. Ironically, few of them had souls or any sign of spirit hence the small numbers. They either never had them in the first place or they were already goners by the time the gays got to them. Regardless, the offenders helped keep the dancefloors packed in the after-after-afterhours which was a very twisted way to say sometime between 8am and noon the following day.

Brad went on to say "they were all reasons to dance and do drugs. Taking responsibility certainly granted its freedoms but no matter the situation or level of involvement, people will always cross lines. It's how anyone knows where they are. Once they are established, you’re either stupid or a hero for crossing them." Brad paused for a few seconds of self reflection. "We jump on that ship so quickly when on the sidelines don’t we?”

Chris dove back in the chat with his own sharp "True.” Then a two second pause followed by another “True. And True.” He then pointed out for the sect of the gay spectrum this notion did apply to inclusive of themselves, jumping on the revenge train for the anti gays felt not too dissimilar in concept to the whole 'I'll do anything for science' phenomenon.

Chris looked to his right giving a facial expression as if pulling files in his head. “It was weird to see that go off the deep end in recent years. Science that is. How did the entire field of academics and study just not make the dinosaur/bird connection until just now? Ummmm. Ooops. We took the dinosaurs extinction as this grand dramatic exit for hundreds of years."

Chris paused for Brad's acknowledgement smirk as he knew that was a zinger. It also gave him just enough time to conjure up another to wrap this conversation up. Chris was horny and could see a platter of hot dogs floating their way. He nodded to Brad who turned to see, then motioned the tray boy to stay on course to them. When his boyfriend turned back his way, Chris could see Brad's excitement matched his own.

Chris let out and unrehearsed “nice” then mentioned the hot dogs filled out their buns quite well too. Brad smiled at the notion and thanked his boyfriend for such kind observations. Chris then proceeded to smash last hurdle to happy happy joy fun land by spending his last two cents.

“As for both polls and poles, whenever these f*cks come around, we will take them in.”

“We always do.” Brad whole heartedly agreed adding, “people always seemed surprised both of them were so versatile and open minded.”

They were when it counted.

[featguler]

waited your whole life ────── shallow waters deceives the mind; your learn that brahim plans ahead.

♡ ────── pairing : brahim díaz x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader is female. her ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified. uhmm they are Talking abt having a child but nothing sexual... just sweet puppy love talk. not proofread, possibly shit Sorry ♡ ────── wordcount : 989 ♡ ────── notes : forced my friend to give me a prompt and they said paper rings by taylor swift... though idk if this ends up conveying that song very much LOL. also remids my of "slut!".. also by taylor swift sorry. couldn't really make this gender-neutral sorry,,, they talk abt having a child. anyway i love brahim. hope u all enjoy this teehee ♡ masterlist.

There is a large patio just behind Brahim’s house.

You have no opinion of it at first. It’s beautiful, sure, with hanging plants attached to the edge of the roof’s rain gutter and an outdoor kitchen where he would host BBQ parties with his friends and families. But you have not really given it much thought aside from occasional comments. It’s always been a backdrop to your life—just another place, just another setting.

Nevertheless all these self-imposed ignorances, once you noticed the way the sun would reflect on its salmon-coloured tiles, it was like you cannot look away.

You have caught yourself staring at them when you have nothing else to pay attention to, with your mind softly drifting away with a glass of wine in your hand as you sit on one of the soft chairs in his aquamarine sofa set.

With the sun hanging low on the horizon that day, the light it shines upon your face as you have your arms hung loosely around Brahim’s neck reminds you of the colour of persimmon.

You are sitting on the salmon-coloured tiles, back against the aquamarine sofa, and Brahim lazes in-between your legs. His fingers in one hand intertwine with yours on his chest, while the other is placed strategically under your thighs.

You would divert your eyes from this view—from his soft hair as you press your chin on his head, from the sun when it is warm enough for you to directly maintain eye contact with it—and look at the tiles. You feel like the sun would look beautiful against the tiles. You know that the sun looks beautiful against the tiles. 

But Brahim is humming so tenderly, a song that has been put on repeat on your car rides. You trace patterns into his hand, enjoying the summer buzzes of cicadas harmonising with his tunes.

“You know…”

He breaks your train of thoughts and you hum in response.

“...I think you’re the one for me.”

And this is when you break eye contact with the sun.

You stop tracing your fingers, tilting your head to take a better look of his face under you.

“Huh?”

He laughs, and snuggles back into your chest.

“Like…” He looks at the sunset, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “...you know, if I were to have a kid, I’d like to have a kid with you.”

Drowning in your own silence, you cannot bring yourself to give an answer.

You have been dating him for about a year, and have known him for three months longer than that. Time feels fleeting, though, with him. It feels like just yesterday was last year.

There has never been talks of marriage, or anything beyond just sleeping on the same bed and drinking from the same cups of coffee. Nothing beyond childish endeavours, nothing beyond looking at sunsets together.

“Me?”

“I love you,” he breaks the delicate rhythm of the stillness within the two of you.

“Well,” you don’t hesitate, and instead race to say, “I love you too.”

You let go of his hand, and your grip finds his chin, gently feeling the unshaven stubbles of his facial hair under your touch.

“And I love everything about you,” he continues where you do not expect him to. “You’re smart, and passionate, and compassionate.”

“And you want to have a kid with me?”

Your tone is genuine, but it draws out a laugh from him. Soon enough, you are laughing alongside him.

“I don’t know if I want a kid,” he breathes in between his laugh. “But when I know, I know that you are the one I want to have a kid with.”

“God,” you lightly smack his cheeks with three of your fingers as you cradle his head in your hand. “You’re talking children, Brahim. We’re both as young as they go.”

“It’s hypothetical!”

Brahim tilts his head and you straighten in your seat, catching his doe eyes.

“Well,” you sweep a part of his bangs, stomach churning and heart skipping. “A child with your eyes… does sound nice.”

“Hm?” The edge of his eyes crinkles as he grins. “You’re thinking of it too.”

“Hypothetically,” you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the smile trying to break into your lips, “a child with your eyes does sound nice.”

“And your lips,” he joins, removing the hand from your thigh and using his knuckles to brush against your cheekbones. “And your laugh, your patience, your fun.”

“Don’t make this hypothetical child a carbon copy of me,” you huff, leaning down to press a short kiss on his nose.

He scrunches his nose the moment your lips make contact, and you can see the blood rushing to his cheeks and nose.

“But you’re all I want,” he whines. “Nevermind my eyes, I want this child to have yours. And your eyebrows. And nose.”

“Seems to me that you don’t want a kid.”

“It’s a metaphor,” he winks, and you laugh, removing your hand from his chin to cover his eyes, shaking your head lightly.

“A metaphorical child, a hypothetical child.”

“See,” he does not do a thing about your palm obstructing his vision but holds your wrist, “I’m not talking children. I’m talking you—I’m talking us.”

“Uh huh,” now that he cannot see you, you let yourself smile, pursing your lips to one side of your cheek and in trying to distract yourself from the way your heart is doing somersaults in your chest, your eyes catch the persimmon light of the sun bouncing off the salmon-coloured tiles. “I think I get it now. A metaphor.”

“It’s like saying ‘I love you’,” he begins again, “but… you know.”

“The more you explain it, the less it makes sense.”

Brahim laughs, “Then, I just don’t have to say a thing.”

“Yeah,” you look back at him, taking your hand away from his eyes, and watch his pupils adjust to the brightness. “I get it, anyway.”

[cherrycola27]

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and eventual smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Specific Chapter Warning: Mentions/ description of anxiety/ panic attacks

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Chapter 4: Ghost

Adjusting to life in California had been surprisingly easy. Teaching at Top Gun made you feel useful. And respected. Something you hadn't felt in a very long time. In the four months that you had been here, you'd grown close to the Dagger Squad. They considered you one of their own now.

You had let yourself form friendships with them, though you didn't tell them every aspect of your life. You needed a few secrets here and there.

You'd also found yourself spending more and more time with Bradley. He brought a light to your life that you had been missing for quite some time. Both of you were still dancing around the line between friends or something more. You yearned to let him in, to let him see some of the skeletons in your closet, but there would be too many questions. There are too many things you didn't have explanations for.

So, you settled for being wingmen, and dare you say it, best friends.

It was better than nothing

True to his word, you hadn't been able to get rid of Bradley. He came over a few times a week to watch TV, eat whatever you'd made, and play with Hydra and Cerberus. If he wasn't in your apartment, you would pop by his. The two of you spent so much time together, you'd exchanged keys to the other's place.

You weren't planning for it to happen, but Bradley had to go home one weekend to Virginia to see his cousin graduate from college and he gave you a key to water his plants and check his mail.

Phoenix and Halo had whisked you away the next weekend for a girl's trip, and you'd asked him to keep an eye on your Cerby and Hydra. Neither of you had returned the lent spare keys, but neither of you really minded. You enjoyed having that small piece of each other constantly with you.

You hadn't had someone you could count on in your life like this for a very long time. Sure, Minthe and Hecate were there to support you, but it was nice to have someone closer to you. It was nice to feel—wanted.

It was nice to be wanted

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The warm days of spring faded into the hot months of summer. One Monday afternoon, Hangman stopped you on the way to your card and handed you an envelope.

"What's this, Jake?" You asked him.

"It's an invite. I'm have a birthday BBQ and pool party at my house this weekend. I'll have food and drinks. You can bring your own beverages if there is something you really want, but not required, just pack a swimsuit and the SPF." Jake said before walking away to flag down more of the squad.

You tucked the invitation into your bag and got in your car to drive home. Later that night, you tossed and turned in your bed before drifting into a fitful sleep.

As you drifted off, the silk sheets suddenly became salt water. Your limbs felt like weights as you struggled against the drag of the water. Everything was cold and dark as you tried to keep your head up. You desperately gasped for air as you fought to keep from sinking, but the current was too strong. It was dragging you under. You couldn't breathe.

The water filled your lungs. You scream so loud, but no one heard a thing. Suddenly, you shot up out of bed and gasped for breath. A cold sweat had broken out across your body, and Cerberus and Hydra stood at the edge of your bed, looking at you.

You looked around and saw that you were still in your room on dry land.

You panted as you tried to calm yourself. You opened your nightstand and grabbed some of the lotus flower Dinoysus had given you. You broke off a small part of one and grabbed your water bottle.

Hydra and Cerberus gave you a judging look as you swallowed the herb. "Oh, don't look at me like that." You told them, as you laid back down and let the calming effects of the lotus wash over you and send you to a dreamless slumber.

You just wanted to be numb

Wednesday afternoon, Bradley came over. You'd unintentionally started a routine of pizza and reality TV. There were no expectations, no pressure, just the two of you, some food, and some mindless show. It was—nice.

During a commercial break, you got up to get some drinks for the two of you and take your plates to the kitchen. You were shuffling around when Bradley asked, "You're coming to Jake's party on Saturday, right, Angel?"

You paused as you stepped away from your fridge and closed it.

Why did he have to ask?

"Um—no, probably not." You replied quickly.

"What? What do you mean? Jake can be a massive dick, but he throws some great parties. Do you have other plans or something?" Bradley asks as he hops up from your couch and joins you.

"No, I don't. I was just planing in hanging out here." You shrug. "Then why aren't you going? You're a part of the team now. Everyone is going to be there. Jake is making a shit ton of food, and he had his own pool. We wouldn't have to share it with anyone like we do the one here." Bradley tries to convince you.

"C'mon, Angel, you'll have a good time." Bradley softens he holds your gaze for a moment and can see your jaw tick as you are trying to formulate an excuse.

You don't want to talk about this

"Why don't you want to go?" He asks you.

"I'm just not a party person. Can we talk about something else? Or go sit down before we miss the rest of the show?" You try to push past him and change the subject, but Bradley plants his feet and stays firmly in place.

"No, there is obviously something bothering you about this. I'm your friend, Hades. I just want to know why you're so against it." Bradley continues to pry.

"Bradley, can we not do this? You're going to think it's stupid or that I'm just overreacting." You try to convince him to drop the subject. But if you've leaned anything about him, you know that Bradley is just as stubborn as he is kind.

"Try me." Bradley says.

You sigh and finally give in and gesture towards your couch. You sit at one end, and Bradley takes a seat across from you. Hydra jumps up into your lap while Cerberus curls up at Bradley's feet.

"I don't want to go to Jake's party because I'm scared of drowning." You tell him. Bradley blinks slowly and looks at you with a strange expression.

"Drowning? Angel, correct me if I'm wrong, but you have to be able to swim pretty well to be in the Navy. And you have to go through tons of emergency water training. Why would you be scared of drowning in a pool?" Bradley asks you.

"Because of my last mission." You whisper. You drop your eyes to avoid Bradley's gaze.

"What happened on your last mission?" He asks you.

You sigh and take a deep breath. Were you really about to bear your heart to him?

What if Bradley thought you were weak after this?

What if he looked at you differently?

"I was stationed on a ship in the Indian Ocean. My squad, we went out and did a nighttime recon mission. It was supposed to be routine, nothing crazy. A monsoon was coming in, and the water was just crazy, we ended up moving the mission up because of the weather. Everything was fine at first, but on the way back, we had some faulty intel." We started taking fire." You explain to him.

"I was mission leader, I made sure my crew made it back safe, but I took a lot of hits. Lost both engines. I tried to gain altitude before I ejected, but I couldn't. I hit the water hard when I punched out." You continued.

I was all tangled up in my chute and couldn't detach from it. It was so dark, and the water was so choppy. I kept getting tossed around, and the waves kept pulling me under. It took hours for them to find me. I was unconscious when they did minutes away from drowning." You tell him.

"I spent weeks in recovery and therapy. I couldn't even look at water, let alone go in it. I can barely spend more than fifteen minutes in the shower without having a panic attack." You confess.

You don't tell Bradley, but you did drown on that mission. You just reincarnated before you were rescued. In your three thousand years of life, you'd died a lot of deaths, but drowning, that was the worst one. It was also the only one you had nightmares about.

"Hades—Angel—I—I'm so sorry that happened to you. I had no idea." Bradley says. He isn't totally sure how to respond.

"It's fine, no one knows." You say as you wipe a few stray tears from your cheeks. You can't believe you've let yourself be this vulnerable around him. Bradley is the first person besides the Navy mandated therapist your last post made you see that you've told all of this too.

Now he knows that you aren't as strong as he thought you were

Bradley lets out a heavy sigh. You know he is trying to process what you've told him and trying to come up with the best response to make the situation better because that's what Bradley does. He tries to fix everything. It's endearing really.

"Come to the party with me on Saturday. You don't have to swim, but you can still lounge around, have some good food, and day drink with us. And if anyone gives you shit, I'll take care of it." Bradley tells you.

"Bradley—"

"Angel, I wasn't asking. I'll pick you up at ten." Bradley tells you before turning his attention back to the TV with a smirk on his face. You shake your head.

What had you gotten yourself into?

True to his word, Bradley is knocking on your door just before ten on Saturday morning. Even though he has a key, he doesn't want to just barge into your apartment.

You're just about ready when you open the door for him. He does a double taken when he sees you.

"Wow." He says. "You look amazing."

You smile and thank him. He isn't wrong. You look pretty good. You're wearing a black one-piece suit. The top has a sweetheart neckline that makes your chest look amazing. There is a triangular shape cut out just under your breasts that offers a teasing peak of one of your tattoos. You have a long floral skirt tied around your waist as a cover-up. Your hair is in low messy bun, with a wide brimmed hat over it. Your aviator sunglasses are perched on your nose as you slide your feet into some sandals and grab your bag with your sunscreen, a towel, and a book.

You grab a case of wine coolers from your fridge, and Bradley promptly takes them from your hand as the two of you walk out of your apartment.

He insists on driving because you're both going to the same place, so there is no point in taking two cars. Bradley puts your things and his in back of his Bronco before opening your door and helping you in. He then jogs to the other side, his open Hawaiian print shirt flapping around as he does so before he climbs in. It gives you a wonderful view of the tonned skin under it.

It takes you a minute to realize it, but the two of you almost match. You chuckle to yourself.

The drive to Jake's is about twenty-five minutes. It's filled with fun conversations and throwback eighties rock, which is a personal favorite of Bradley's.

The last bars of an AC/DC song play, and Bradley is about to say something when you hear the almost tropical beginning of your favorite song play. You quickly hold your hand up to shush him.

Before he can even register what is happening, you're belting out the opening to Bon Jovi's "Miracle." Bradley slows down for a red light and watches you, awestruck as you sing every word to the song. He can't help but join in with you on the second verse, and the two of you are harmonizing as he drives down the road with the wind whipping through your hair and the windows down.

As the song finishes, he turns down the radio before turning to you. "You know that song?" Bradley asks with a surprised tone.

"It's only my most favorite song, ever." You tell him with a laugh.

"Really?" He acts like he doesn't believe you. "Yeah, there's just something about it." You shake your head.

"It was one of my mom's favorite songs, too. She said my dad learned how to play it for her on piano and surprise her with it. She used to sing it all the time, even after he passed." Bradley said.

"Well, she had great taste." You tell him.

A few minutes later, the two of you are pulling into Jake's driveway. Bradley throws the Bronco in park before saying, "Don't even think about touching that door handle." He hops out and jogs to the passengers side and opens the door and extends his hand to help you out.

You thank him and remind him you could have done it yourself, and he reminds you yet again, that he was raised better than that.

You grab your things from the backseat, and Bradley grabs the wine coolers you brought before the two of you make your way to the front door. Javy, let's the two of you in. He takes your drinks and puts them in a cooler before wrapping an arm around Natasha's middle and joining the conversation she was having with Bob and Halo.

You find Jake out by the pool in a pair of American flag swim trunks. He is grilling and drinking a beer. He greets you and Bradley warmly before telling you where the bathroom is, where some extra towels are, and that anything in his kitchen is fair game.

You spot a lounge chair under a massive umbrella and take your things to set up shop. The rest of the team meander outside. You apply some sunscreen as Phoenix sits down next to you. Coyote gives her a quick peck on the lips before jumping into the pool with Fanboy and Payback.

Once your arms and face are covered in SPF, you stand up and untie the floral skirt cover you have on and put it in your bag.

Jake lets out a long whistle as he saunters over to you. "Hades, didn't know you had so much ink." He remarks as he shamelessly looks over your thigh and the lettering peaking out from the cutout in your bathingsuit.

"Yeah, I have a thigh sleeve of everywhere I've been stationed." You tell him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to put on some sunscreen, and if you could not burn whatever you're cooking while you oogle me, that would be great." You tell him before plopping down. You're just about ready but can't reach your back. You would ask Phoenix or Halo, but they are on the other side of the pool talking now, and most of the boys are splashing around in the water. So, you politely call Bradley over and ask for his help.

He's more than willing to spread the coconut scented lotion over your back and shoulders. And you'd be lying if you said that his calloused hands on you didn't feel good. You wonder what they might feel like in other places.

He's your best friend and wingman. Stop

Once his finished, you thank him and slather a layer of sunscreen playfully on his face. You aren't sure how much it will help. It seems like no amount of SPF in the world keeps him from turning red.

The afternoon is actually going surprisingly well until sweet, stupid Bob makes the comment, "Hades, why haven't you gotten in the pool? It's like a hundred degrees today. Surely you're hot sitting up there?"

"Oh, I'm fine, Bob, really. I'm just enjoying getting my tan on and reading my book." You reply. That seems to satisfy him and the rest of the squad for now. Everyone except for Jake.

When Jake Seresin threw a pool party, everyone got in the pool. It was like the laws of nature.

After feasting on bugers and hot dogs and ice cream for lunch, everyone took a break to reapply sunscreen, refresh drinks, and chat for a bit. After about thirty minutes, Phoenix and Halo dove in the cool water and begged you to join them. You declined them.

A few of the boys got in and tossed a football around. You peered over the cover of your book. Using your sunglasses as a cover, you shamelessly checked out Bradley. The water glistened off his toned and slightly sunburnt body. You had to bite down on your lip to suppress a moan.

A few minutes later, Jake declared that everyone should play a few rounds of Chicken.

Nat quickly hopped up on Javys' shoulders while Paybacm hoisted Fanboy on his. Omaha helped Halo up, while Bradley scooped up Bob. The rest of the squad watched and laughed at the chaos.

You laughed at how ridiculous everyone looked. Everything was fine until Jake came up to you and grabbed you by the hand.

"C'mon, Hades, you're going to be my partner." He said as he tried to drag you to the water.

"No, Jake, I don't want to." You protested. "It will be fun. It's a pool party, you have to get in the pool." Jake said. You dug your heels in, but Jake didn't seem to care. He quickly scooped you up and ran towards the edge to jump in.

You flailed your arms and screamed at him to put you down, but it was no use. "Bradley heard the panic in your voice, but there was nothing he could do to stop Jake from tossing you into the deep end of the pool before he jumped in behind you.

The blue water enveloped you as you sank down. You struggled to orient yourself as you desperately sought the surface.

It seemed like it took an eternity for your head to break through the water. Once you did, you drew in a panicked breath, and the anxiety set it.

You were gasping for air as Jake and a few others laughed, but the moment they saw the wild look in your eyes, they knew something was wrong.

You were vaugly aware of Bradley and a few others calling your name, but you were blinded with the need to get out of the water.

You gripped the edge and hauled yourself out of the pool, not caring if your knees scraped on the concrete before grabbing your towel and running inside like a frightened animal.

A silence falls over the rest of the group as everyone gets out of the pool to process what just happened.

As soon as his feet hit the concrete, Bradley barrels toward Jake like a bull in a china shop.

"Bagman! What the fuck was that!" Bradley screams as he squares up with Jake. His hands land on his chest and push him back a few feet. Jake recovers and tries to remain composed.

"I was just messing around. I didn't know she was going to freak out like that." Jake defends himself.

"She said she didn't want to get in. You couldn't respect that, could you?" Bradley continues.

"Listen, I wasn't trying to hurt anyone. I was just playing around. It was supposed to be a joke! It's not like she gave a good reason for not wanting to get in!" Jake shouts as Bradley continues to invade his space.

"It doesn't matter if she gave one or not! She had a good reason for not wanting to get in. Hades doesn't owe you an explanation. You should have just let it go. But no! Now you've probably given her a fucking PTSD flashback!" Bradley shouts.

That catches everyone's attention. "Wha—what do you mean?" Jake asks, suddenly shrinking down and lowering his voice.

"I mean—ugh—she asked me not to say anything, but Hades wasn't going to come today because on her last mission, before she transferred here, she almost died. She got shot down over the ocean, and her parachute got caught in currents. It was a night mission, and the water was rough, and she almost drowned. She said water has freaked her out ever since." Bradley explains to everyone.

Jake swallowed thickly. "I—I didn't know." He states. "Yeah, neither did I until she told me. I hope you're happy with yourself, Jake." Bradley spits out before turning to grab his shirt and towel and heading into the house to look for you.

You had bolted into Jake's house. You made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door behind you before dropping to your knees in front of the toilet and dry heaving. You really thought you were going to puke your guts out, but nothing came. After a few minutes of coughing and sputtering, you sat back and leaned against the bathtub. And then the tears came.

They streamed down your face like a river. They were tears of anger, embarrassment, and shame. You were angry at Jake for throwing you in the pool, but you were angrier at yourself, and the reaction you had.

You were embarrassed and ashamed that everyone saw you freak out. They were probably all laughing and making jokes at your expense right now. I mean, you were in the fucking Navy and afraid of the water.

You could hear them laughing at you now.

The thought of made you cry even harder. You were cold and alone and ashamed of yourself as you sat on the floor of Jake's bathroom. Your shoulders started to shake because you were sobbing so hard.

You tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down, but the anxiety thrummed through your body, racking your brain.

A few minutes passed, and you heard a knock on the door.

"G—go away, Jake. I don't want to talk to you." You stammered out between sobs.

"It's not Jake." You heard Bradley's voice through the door. "Can I come in?" You hesitated before reaching up to unlock the door. Bradley slowly opened it, and his heart sank when he saw you.

You were propped up against the tub, knees to your chest, tear stained cheeks, and shaking.

Bradley dropped to the floor beside you. He pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around your shoulders before pulling you into his lap. Bradley immediately began rubbing soothing circles on your back and whispering calming words.

You melted into his chest as you continued to tremble. "I'm sorry." You sqeaked out.

"Don't be, Angel. I used to have panic attacks when I was a kid. I've been where you've been. My mom used to take care of me and talk me through them. Just take some deep breaths. Try to relax." Bradley told you calmly.

You tried to relax and breathe, but the overwhelming feeling of dread wouldn't go away. Bradley could feel how tense you were in his arms, so he tried something else that his mom did for him. He sang to you.

At first, you didn't register it, but Bradley's soft voice washed over you as the familiar tune of "You Are My Sunshine" filled the small space.

You pressed your head further into his chest and listened to his heartbeat. That, in combination with his voice, started to bring you back from the edge.

You steadied yourself enough to sit up and speak to him.

"Thank you." You told him as you wiped the tears from your face. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, I've been there. My mom used to sing that song to me when they were really bad." Bradley smiles at you.

"She sounds like she was a great lady." You tell him. "She was." Bradley replies.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Bradley asks you with genuine concern in his voice.

"I'm so embarrassed." You tell him. He looks at you confused. "Why? Do you think you're the first one on the team to have a breakdown in front of the group? When we were training for our last mission, Phoenix and Bob had to eject. The first time, they tried to get back in a jet after Bob froze on the tarmac and locked himself in the locker room, and Phoenix started shaking so bad she puked on Coyote when he went to comfort her." Bradley told you.

"Yeah, but you guys knew what happened. Nobody out there knew about my accident. All they know is the legend that follows me around. I'm supposed to be strong, unbreakable—not—not weak. And over something as menial as water?" You sigh and bury your head in your hands. Fresh tears threaten spill over.

"No one thinks you're weak, Hades. And don't be mad, but I kind of blew up on Jake and told everyone what happened. I probably shouldn't have, but I wanted him to know how much of an ass he was." Bradley admits to you.

"It's fine. It was going to come out sometime. You didn't hit him did you?" You ask him.

"No, but when I left to come in here, Nat was giving him down the road, and I wouldn't be surprised if she did." You both laugh.

"I'm sorry that I probably ruined everyone's day. Jake probably hates me for ruining his party. Good gods, that's all I ever do is ruin things." You sigh.

Bradley shakes his head and takes your face between his hands. "Listen to me, Angel, you didn't ruin anything. No one hates you, and no one thinks you're weak. You have been walking around with his burden alone when you didn't have to be. I've seen you fly. Hell, I've taken a peak at your file. You are an amazing person, and so fucking strong. You've got to be to put up with us all the time." Bradley laughs.

He looks deep in your eyes, and you can tell he's sincere. "I think you're amazing. You're the best pilot I've ever flown with. You're a great person in the air and on the ground." He assures you.

Your lip quivers as you fight the urge to cry again. Bradley rubs his thumbs across your cheeks, and before you can register what's happening, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

They're soft and warm and taste faintly of the salty margaritas all of you had at lunch. You're just getting used to the feeling of his plush mouth against yours when he suddenly pulls back and looks at you with wide eyes. You push yourself off of his lap and put some space between the two of you.

"Hades—I—I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what I was thinking. You're my superior officer, and my wingman and my best friend. I just—I'm sorry, can we pretend that never happened?" Bradley stammers out. Panic setting deep in his features

"Yeah." You say flatly. You've never felt more dejected in your life.

"Do you want to go home? Get some rest?" Bradley asks as he stands up and helps you to your feet.

"Yeah, that's fine." You sigh, willing yourself not to cry.

"Great. I'll go get our things and meet you out front." He tells you before bolting out of the bathroom. You're left standing there in a daze, the tingle of his lips still on yours.

Bradley quickly goes to grab your things and his. He's still mad at Jake, but more than that, he's mad at himself. He is still dizzy from the way your lips felt on his, how your body moulded with his, like it's where you were always meant to be.

The way you tasted, sweet, with a dash of salty, was exactly how he had imagined it—no it was better. He knew that he'd never get enough of it. But now he was kicking himself. He'd pushed you away so easily when he should have pulled you closer. But, he didn't want to take advantage of you. You were emotional and vulnerable, and it's not the way he wanted your first kiss to go.

He can't believe that he told you to forget it happened and that he gave you some bullshit excuse. You looked so hurt, and that's when he realized you'd wanted it just as much as he did.

"Fuck," Bradley cursed as he shoved your things into your bag, you probably think he is an ass now and he has probably ruined his chance with you.

"Is Hades okay?" Bob comes up to Bradley and asks him.

"Yeah, she's okay. But I'm going to take her home. She's still kinda shaken up." Bradley tells him.

"Understandable. You've gotta take care of your girl." Bob says. Bradley tenses at the comment. "She's not my girl, Bob, were just friends." Bradley tells him sharply.

"You sure about that?" Bob asks, as if he can read Bradley's mind. "Yeah, I'm sure." Bradley says before telling everyone else goodbye.

You're standing by the Bronco waiting for him when he makes it to the front of Jake's house. He unlocks your door, but you yank it open before he even has the chance to do it for you.

The drive back to your apartment complex is silent. There is no throwback playlist on, no playful conversation. Just the sound of the wind blowing around the two of you, and even that isn't loud enough to drown out the quiet for Bradley.

You don't look at him the whole drive back. Your beautiful smile, the one he's grown to love so much, is nowhere to be found.

He silently pulls into his designated parking space. You jump out of his car before he has even cut the engine. You grab all of your things before quietly heading to the elevator. It's a silent ride up to your floor.

You don't expect Bradley to get off when you reach your level, but he follows you down the hall to your door.

You unlock it without a word. "Angel, if you need anything, text me, I'll be right down." Bradley tells you as he stands in your doorway. He's hesitant to cross the threshold and come in. He's not as confident as he was before.

"Thanks." You say not meeting his eyes. "Angel, look—I—" Bradley doesn't know what to say, and quiet frankly, you don't want to hear it. So he settles for telling you that he hopes you have a good evening before turning on his heels to leave.

"Rooster, wait." You call to him. He pauses, you called him Rooster. You haven't used his call sign since the first week you moved here. Now he knows he's really messed things up.

"Yeah, Angel?" He asks as he turns to face you, still using the nickname he gave you.

"Here." You say to him as you had him the spare key to his apartment that you've had for well over a month that he hasn't bothered to ask for.

He's reluctant to take it from you. He liked the idea of you having a key to his place. He feels a piece of his heart break as you press the cool metal into his hand.

"Thanks." He breaths out before leaving.

You close the door behind him and lock it. You shake your head, trying to keep the tears that cloud your vision from falling. You were kicking yourself. This is why you didn't let yourself fall for someone because it always ended in heart break.

Who could love someone like you, anyway?

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[blueicequeen19]

Dirty Hot Pogue Pt. 7

Warnings: mentions of abortion, parental angst, implied mental health issues, no smut in this one.

Series ML

No one tells you how to deal with heartbreak. They don't tell you how to deal with public humiliation. Or disappointed parents. No tells you how to pick up the pieces when you're spiraling, looking for anything to numb the pain. Some people use sex or drugs or alcohol. Others pretend. They pretend nothing happened. They pretend they don't care while burying every crippling emotion that might kill them if they don't.

So that's what I did. I told my parents I was going through a phase and I needed time away from OBX. My mother and I spent two weeks in Europe after I threw my phone in the ocean, cutting my ties off from the outside world. It didn't stop my ability to dream and lust over a certain blonde. No matter what I did, I always saw his face in every shaggy haired blonde I saw. So I made it a point to avoid blondes. Then it was guys with blue eyes. Eventually it became guys in general. The thought of kissing someone, let alone flirting, made me sick to my stomach. Time away from OBX only made the sickness that is JJ Maybank stronger. I wanted to see him. I wanted to know what he was doing. Who he was talking to. Was he okay?

But I couldn't move on if I was constantly worried about him so I took up a hobby. Every time I started to think about him, I'd go for a run or read a book. I made myself okay. I did what I needed to in order to survive without him. I knew I was incredibly insecure but hearing him tell me that they didn't work out because she would always be a Kook, hit too close to home. It was almost like deja vu. Who were we kidding? I'd never have anything with him that wasn't physical. We wouldn't be able to get married and start a family. My family would never allow it. We would be miserable and doomed to fail anyway. I did the right thing. I pursued this and I had to be the one to end it.

So after I got back to OBX, I stepped back into my old life like I'd never left. Summer was over and everyone went back to school. I made sure to stay on Figure Eight and I busied myself with online schooling and running. I made amends with my parents and I even gave my Kook "best friend" permission to see Bryce, although I know they were already sleeping together. I never once see him or his friends. My life easily becomes a routine of pleasing my parents, school, running, and hiding on Figure Eight. I stay away from parties and I stay away from men.

Although, most of the guys my age that are still here whisper "Pogue Slut" every time they see me. Like they can sleep with Pogues but I can't. I'm eight weeks into my self recovery, enjoying a backyard BBQ with my parents and a few of the neighbors when the smell of cooked meat as my stomach turning so violently, I barely make it to my mothers favorite rose bush before I'm emptying my stomach.

At first, I think it's the champagne as I try to hold my hair back and my mother comes to my aid. Well, she's more concerned about her plant but she awkwardly pats me on the back as some sort of comfort. But then, as she's ushering me inside I hear someone mention the word "pregnant" and I quickly lock eyes with two girls my age who are whispering together while openly judging me with their eyes. I glare at them over my shoulder as my mother attempts to hide me inside. I can hardly think, let alone breathe as she guides me upstairs, muttering plans that I can't quiet make out.

"We have to take care of this." She gets me to my bedroom, taking out her phone and calling someone.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. Everything is running together in my mind. I'm on birth control. I can't be.. It's just the champagne. That BBQ did smell terrible. Why is everyone making a big deal?

"Hello? Dr Thornton? Yes, this is Y/F/N's mother. I need to schedule an abortion." My eyes widen in disbelief, my mothers frantic words into the phone fade out as I turn and empty my stomach again.

"You're 22 weeks." The final nail in my coffin as the ultrasound tech turns the screen, letting me see the life forming inside me. Apparently, my birth control expired. I'd ignored the phone call from the doctor and all the unprotected sex finally caught up with me.

"You're sure?" My mother demands, making me grit my teeth as the tech awkwardly nods and shows her the screen, the baby's size being evidence enough. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as the baby kicked and moved in every direction. They said I should start feeling it anyday.

"So it's too late to have an abortion."

"Mom!" I sit up abruptly, the tech scooting back as I debate throwing something at my mother.

"Y/N, don't you scream at me. Do you even know who's child this is? Do you realize what you've done? You've humiliated me in front of the entire town!" Her words are like a knife to the heart, cutting my walls down all over again. She was worried about herself. About her reputation. Not me.

"I know who the father is." I say calmly, wiping away stray tears.

"How? I saw you in Europe flirting with all those guys. Anyone of them could--."

"I didn't sleep with a single one of them! I was just talking! I was being friendly. I was trying to have some nice adult conversations that didn't revolve around what a fuck up I am!"

"Y/N--."

"Get out! GET OUT!" I scream, just as the door opens and a nurse escorts my mother out. I lay back on the table, crying harder than I ever had in my life. It's not until the tech offers me a box of tissues that I laugh awkwardly, drying my tears and snot before she continues with the rest of the exam.

"Would you like to know the sex?" She asks, handing me the pictures she's printed out. Tears start to fall again at the distinct face in the picture. The face belonging to the baby inside me. I could already see his features in the baby. The uncanny resemblance has me already knowing what the gender is.

"Yes."

I show up at JJ's house, hoping like hell his dad's not here when he suddenly emerges out of the back door. It's late, my car packed full of my belongings after my parents promptly kicked me out for not agreeing to give the baby up for adoption. JJ was my next stop. Seeing him again had all those unresolved feelings rushing back. I wanted to beg him to forgive me. I wanted to apologize but this wasn't about me. This was about our baby. JJ was the father and deserved to know. He deserved to have a say.

"Are you lost?" JJ snaps, as I step out of the car. Apparently, all the running I'd taken up had toned me down quite a bit so I wasn't showing yet. I had a slight curve from the side but that was it. No one would believe I was pregnant despite being over halfway. So I wasn't giving it away as I slowly approached him on his back porch. Plus, he wouldn't believe me without proof.

"No. I'm exactly where I need to be." I exhale hard, ready to just rip the band aid off when a leggy brunette emerges from the door just as I pull the ultrasound pictures from my pocket. My eyes lock on her but JJ's lock on what's in my hand. My first thought is to immediately retreat. He's moved on. He won't want a family with me but I quickly snap out of it when he snatches the pictures from my hand.

"What the fuck is this, Y/N?" JJ gasps, his blue eyes wide as he searches the pictures. The girl leans in close, obviously not concerned with me before she purses her lips while nodding as she examines the pictures too. Anger washes over me. How dare some skank lean over him and openly examine ultrasounds of my baby.

"Congrats, cuz." It's like a bucket of water is poured on me as she claps him on the back and steps off the porch, grabbing a bike I hadn't seen and riding off.

Cuz. She was his cousin.

"Y/N, answer me. Is this--are you--." JJ's frantic blue eyes meet mine and I can't do anything but nod, tears streaming down my face.

"This says you're 22 weeks. Why didn't you--."

"I just found out." I sob, sinking down on the porch step as I bury my face in my hands. Thanks to the pregnancy, I found out I'm also extremely hormonal.

"It's a--."

"Yes." JJ slowly sits down next to me. I glance over at him, seeing the slight smirk on his face as he slowly shakes his head before looking at my packed car.

"Parents kicked you out, huh?"

"Yea."

"Mine too." JJ sighs, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front of him. "I just put a down payment on a one bedroom apartment."

"I don't have any money." I murmur, the tears threatening to fall again. I was pregnant with no parents, no money, and no place to live. I was hopeless. The warmth of JJ's hand finds mine and he squeezes.

"Welcome to the Pogue life, baby." I sniffle, squeezing his hand back when his brows pinch together and he withdraws his hand.

“Look, we will figure this out but I don’t trust you. I can’t just welcome you back with open arms just because your life is a dumpster fire. I’m not a last resort. I told you that from the beginning.” I nod, absorbing his words as I take a deep breath, exhaling my old life.

“I love you, JJ. I have since the beginning. I’m sorry it’s taken all this for me to tell you. We can figure this out together but I want you to know that I love you and I’m all in. Whether you are or not.”

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 8, Part 2

Summer is here! Carson enters a new phase just in time for a family BBQ where Kayleigh takes the chance to catch up with her kids that no longer live at home.

After Harvey shepherds Carson to bed he looks around for Kayleigh. Eventually he finds her in Reece’s old room.

Harvey: Hey sugar, what are you doing in here

Kayleigh: Just missing our kids. They’re getting so grown up. You don’t think the watcher could put off Carson’s birthday do you

Harvey: They probably could, but they shouldn’t. All his friends are teens, he needs to grow up and join them. You know, I got a little something extra done at the doctors

Kayleigh: A vasectomy?

Harvey: I can’t exactly expect our kids to give me grandkids if we’re still making some

Kayleigh: *laughs* I suppose you’re right. Come on, let’s get to bed. We’ve got a big couple of days coming up

The next day dawns bright and clear. Summer is officially here and BBQ day is upon us. Traditions include inviting guests over, having drinks, having a BBQ, and general merriment with others.

Carson decides to throw a wrench in my plans by entering a bear phase. Oh this is painful.

He sorts out his washing and after putting it in the machine passes Kayleigh on his way to breakfast.

Kayleigh: Carson why-

Carson: I’m hibernating until I’m a teen

Kayleigh: Sounds like a plan, just don’t overheat and die

Carson: I won’t mum, I won’t

Kayleigh sets up for her third Sulani still life. She has one done at night and one done at dusk. Time to add one done in the morning. After scoffing down breakfast Carson is off. I thought he might bike in something else but he is pretty attached to this bear suit. Watch out Sulani, here comes a bear on a bike.

Better call the family over for BBQ day! I wonder how long it will be before everyone changes out of their hot weather outfits because they’ve jumped in the pool. To refresh memories or if you’ve started reading sometime after the Woods Household, from left to right we have: Harvey Foster (dad), Kayleigh Foster (mum), Charlie Nishidake (eldest child), Kaori Nishidake (Charlie’s wife), Keira Foster (second child), Marta Romero (Keira’s fiancé), Reece Foster (third child), Samir Hadji (Reece’s boyfriend). Down in front we have in the very embarrassing bear suit Carson Foster (fourth child) and Clover Nishidake (Charlie and Kaori’s furbaby).

Carson: Here’s Reece’s copy of the photo

Samir: Okay?

Reece: Hey why aren’t you gifting it to me

Carson: I don’t give gifts to piles of poop

Reece: At least I’m not dressed like a knock off Teletubby

...

Charlie: Who posed good for the camera? Was it you? Was it you?

Clover: *barks*

Harvey: So… grandkids?

Kaori: Ah, we- kids…

Charlie: We’re focused on being able to summit the mountain dad, leave her be

Keira: You good Samir

Samir: *shrugs*

Keira: Don’t worry. People are less stress when you get to know them. Loners unite!

Samir: Huzzah?

Keira: *laughs in surprise* exactly

...

Kayleigh: Now Marta honey tell me all about your wedding plans

Marta: We haven’t planned anything yet

Kayleigh: Great! We can do it together

Charlie: Don’t let her bulldoze you, she tried to get me to wear a dress

Kayleigh: *tuts* Yes but you won that argument

Carson: *grrr*

Reece: That’s the worst growl I’ve ever heard

Carson: I hope a bear eats you

Reece: *sighs* There are no bears in Moonwood Mill, why does nobody get that

Carson: Shove over, I want to get in

Reece: Na twerp, there’s a whole rest of the pool edge. Find your own spot

Carson: I just wanted to tell you, it’s my birthday party tomorrow-

Reece: I know how to read a calendar

Carson: I’m not inviting you! Ha, take that!

Reece: *smiles* Suits me fine, more time at home with my boyfriend

Carson: But- I- You- GRRRR

Carson is not impressed that his snub has been ignored in this way.

Marta: Thanks for being so… welcoming

Kayleigh pulls Marta in for a hug then.

Kayleigh: I want you to know Marta, your blood family may be in the forever save, but as long as you and Keira love each other, you’ll be a part of this family

Marta: I think my mama and padre would have liked you

Kayleigh: Yeah? Did they have any wedding plans for you

Marta: Well now that you mention it-

Harvey: Okay people, Gumbo is up! Come get it while it’s hot

Carson: Last one there’s a rotten egg

Reece: But you’re already a rotten egg

Carson: I’m telling mum you’re being mean

Reece: Do you ever not tattle

...

Samir: Thanks for the food

Harvey: Huh? Oh, you’re welcome Samir

Carson seeks the comfort of his bear suit now that he’s not in the water. Most of the family stay on the deck, chatting and eating. Charlie keeps them occupied with tales from her latest soccer games while Marta and Keira flirt.

Clover however is having a scratch and snooze in the shade. Samir has elected to eat inside. It’s the full moon tonight and he feels stressed about being here. Beyond just talking to people that he wants to think well of him, he’s worried he’ll beast out and scare them. After kicking over the rubbish bin he decides to try relaxing in the water.

Kayleigh: Samir could I speak to you

Samir: Ahh, sure?

Kayleigh: I know Reece doesn’t want to take more money right now but I’d really like to help out. I know you’ve got the electricity and water sorted at your house but can we give you some money for maybe a repaint

Samir: Reece doesn’t want it…

Kayleigh: Yes but would you like it

Samir pulls himself out of the pool and Kayleigh waits, hoping he’ll let her help. Instead he shakes off the water just like Clover would.

Kaori: That’s one way to dry off

Samir: I... if Reece doesn't... no thank you

Still mumbling half to himself Samir heads inside while Kayleigh figures she'll have to go back to the drawing board for ideas on how to get them to take money.

Worried by the exchange Reece follows Samir inside and finds him staring at the family photos.

Reece: Are you okay boss? If you’re not we can go home

Samir: I… this full moon *sighs and kisses Reece’s hands*

Reece: We’ve been here 3 hours already. It’ll be fine if we leave

Samir: I want to make a good impression

Reece: You will, but we probably shouldn't push it if you think you'll be turning soon. I would rather you be comfortable than have my parents impressed with you

Samir: Okay blondie, home it is. Thanks

Reece: Yo dad, we’re off!

Harvey: See you guys, safe loading screen home

Outside Marta is busy serenading Keira and Kayleigh has started on a new painting.

Kaori: What are you working on today

Kayleigh: I never seem to know what I’ll paint until I’m in the thick of it

Kaori: I get that. Sometimes when I snowboard it’s more like the board and the run are telling me what tricks to do

Kayleigh: The process just… is

Kaori: Exactly

After the guests have left Harvey sets about cooking another meal. The family are still full from a big lunch but the food will keep. Carson arrives back from scouts and goes to ask Kayleigh for advice.

Carson: Hey mum

Kayleigh: mmhmm

Carson: At recess last week no one was playing with me. It sucked and I didn’t know what to do

Kayleigh: Dear your friends are all teens, you’ll be one after your next school day. I‘d try to ride it out. If you really want kids to play with ask some if you can join in. If it goes badly, you never have to talk to them after that day anyway

Carson: Okay mum

The family spend the sunny evening doing their own things. Harvey goes for a run while Kayleigh tries to boost her logic skill for promotion. Carson bikes around the island, happy in his bear suit.

Kyle: Yo Mr Foster, can I interest you in-

Harvey: Sorry Kyle, I left my wallet at home

Kyle: Fair enough Mr Foster. Have a good night now

Harvey: Next time I see your boss I’ll tell them you’re working hard

Kyle: Sweet

Harvey sets about making a cake for Carson’s birthday tomorrow. Pink has always been his first favourite colour so strawberry it is. While it cooks he contemplates portraits Kayleigh has done of their backyard oasis. One of the showers busted earlier so Harvey takes care of it before he and Kayleigh head to bed.

It’s barely 6am when Kayleigh and Harvey are woken up by a sad Carson.

Harvey: Hey, what’s wrong

Carson: I don’t feel good

Kayleigh: You do have a temperature

Carson: I thought vaccinations were meant to stop me getting sick

Kayleigh: Not quite, but they help you be less sick. Let’s go see what we can get you from the pharmacy

When they get back home Carson tries some cough medicine, but it does nothing for the chills. Kayleigh gives him paracetamol which seems to work better.

Carson: Can I stay home today

Kayleigh: I don’t think so darling

Carson: But I’m sick

Kayleigh: Yes but the watcher can’t find any way to call in sick, only fake call, so we’re stuck for now

Carson: Stupid watcher

Harvey of course takes time to deal with the garden while Carson goes and has a hot bath, hoping the steam will lessen the pressure in his head.

Harvey: You’ll wait until I’m home to do cake right

Kayleigh: Of course we will

Carson: Bye mum. See you after school. I hope I don’t infect my whole class

Kayleigh: Come on watcher could you really not find a stay home option (I could not)

After completing some paintings Kayleigh heads outside to bring the washing in. There has been reports lately of high winds in the area so she also upgrades the clothesline before heading off to work.

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[quinns-shadowy-arts]

Coming Out of the BBQ

Day 12 of @steddielovemonth‘s Steddie Love Month Event!  Rating: General  CW: Tiny Reference to Period Accurate Homophobia (It’s only a couple of words) Tags: Established Relationship, Coming Out, Fluff, Dumb Punny Title. WC: 931 Prompt: “Love is having hope for the future together”; Submitted by @acasualcrossfade 

As the faces around them lit up with happiness and understanding, instead of hate and disgust, Steve and Eddie knew they were going to be ok. 

They had finally decided to tell everyone about their relationship. They knew that the kids were going to be ok with it; you don’t go through some of the worst trauma a group of people could face and not be with  them for life. The fact that Eddie and Steve kissed each other instead of some random girls wasn’t going to change the fact that they had risked their lives for these kids. So they knew the kids were going to be ok. 

The adults in their lives is what really worried them. Steve knew that Joyce was going to be accepting; she was kind, loving, and vocal about not caring about the differences that made up their little rag-tag group of friends turned family. Hopper is who really scared them. 

Eddie was and probably will always be on edge around cops. They weren’t very friendly to him before the murder accusations, and they sure as hell were not getting any better. Steve thought he knew Hopper’s type; a gruff, macho man who didn’t accept people like them for god knows why. But Steve and Eddie decided that they should still come out to their family at the next Hopper-Byers’ summer BBQ.

The BBQ started off well. The kids were throwing water balloons at each other and running around in the sprinkler set out by Joyce. Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle looked happy and relaxed as they chatted in the corner of the yard. Joyce was staying in Hopper’s space, and even though he faked annoyance, Hopper was happy with how things were going. Robin was hanging out with Vicky on the back deck, watching the kids play as they sipped on lemonade. Steve and Eddie felt good about this. 

As the night began to wrap up, Steve stood on the wooden deck where Robin and Vicky had previously been sitting. He cleared his voice and waited for everyone to look over at him. Eddie stood by his side. Eddie twisted his rings around his fingers, trying to rid his nerves. 

“Um, Everyone, Eddie and I have something we would like to tell you all.” Steve looked over the faces of the people he loved, many of them held faces of confusion. He took a deep breath before he continued, 

“Eddie and I have been wanting to tell you guys this for a while, And before we tell you what’s going on, we want you to know that this doesn't change anything about us. We’re still the same Steve and Eddie you’ve known for the past couple of years. So, um, here goes nothing I guess.” Steve reached over and grabbed Eddie’s hand, he looked into Eddie’s eyes for reassurance. Eddie looked back at him with a determined look, his smile was soft despite the fire in his eyes. Eddie nodded at Steve before they looked back to the party. 

“Steve and I have been dating for the past year. We really see this as a forever thing. We love each other and plan on staying by each other’s sides for the rest of our lives, we’re hoping that our family is right there, by our sides, too.” Eddie smiled. 

The kids all looked at them and smiled. Erica looked at them with a sassy, but happy look. 

“Of course we’re by your sides, you idiots. We love you, that’s not going to change because your boy kissers.” Erica said. Lucas turned towards her, mouth agape, 

“Erica!” Lucas borderline shouted, he turned back to Steve and Eddie quickly, 

“She didn’t say it in the best way, necessarily, but I agree. We all love you guys and you guys being in a relationship doesn’t change that. We’re happy that you’re happy.” Lucas said. Eddie and Steve smile back at him as the rest of the kids nod along in agreement. Joyce spoke up next, 

“They’re right. We love you boys so much. You two are so smart and so kind. Thank you for sharing this with us” She held onto Hopper’s shoulder as she spoke. Hopper gave a curt nod, he was never all that good with words, but he seemed to agree with what Joyce said.

The teens all agreed with what the others had said. Steve looked over to Robin. He saw that she was smiley and teary eyed. She held onto Vicky’s hand and she looked back at Steve. 

Steve and Eddie looked back towards each other. Eddie leaned his head against Steve’s shoulder, tired from being nervous all day. Steve kissed the top of his head as conversation broke back out between the little groups in the yard. 

Both Steve and Eddie felt happy and hopeful. The most important people in their lives still loved them. They were accepted here, and maybe in the future, they’ll be accepted by the general populace as well.  Maybe they’ll be able to hold each other’s hands in public, maybe they’ll be able to go on date nights to fancy restaurants without fearing violence or disgust from those around them, and maybe they’ll be able to marry each other. Eddie didn’t really care for the legal mumbo jumbo of marriage, or the conformity that came with it. But for Steve, he would pull out all of the traditions to make him happy. 

They may not be able to do these things right now, but they’re family loves and accepts them; and that’s more than enough for now.  

[misshoneyimhome]

Better In Time I Frederik Andersen

[Prologue] [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Summary: After graduating from high school, you throw a celebration with your family and friends. And during this event, you seize the ideal moment to ask Freddie about something important.

Graduation Hat Rules

Tropes & warnings: Frederik Andersen x reader, friendship, best friend!Freddie, graduation party, smut 18+: oral sex (m receiving), protected sex (p in v)

Word count: 2.3K

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June 2011

Over three years had passed since that memorable night when you and Frederik took your friendship to a deeper level, and life had since taken each of you on different paths. 

Frederik’s passion for hockey had led him on an incredible journey. In 2010, he had come tantalisingly close to being drafted into the NHL—a dream that seemed within reach. However, fate had other plans, and he chose to stay in Denmark. Instead, he was preparing for a significant move to Göteborg in Sweden, a major step in his burgeoning career.

During the same period, you had navigated through the ups and downs of high school, focusing on subjects close to your heart—history, languages, and the arts. So now, it was time to celebrate your graduation, making you and your family gather close friends and loved ones for a joyous bash.

The garden was beautifully decorated, with a pavilion providing shade from the warm June sun and a long table set with delicious food and drinks. Your father proudly took on the role of BBQ master for the day, with your brother eagerly assisting. After all, it was Tom’s graduation too. Although you had attended the same high school, your paths had diverged; he was a sports enthusiast, while you had immersed yourself in the world of academics and creativity.

The party buzzed with life, filled with laughter, music, and animated conversations. And amid the festivities, you and Frederik were naturally drawn to each other, your connection as strong as ever. Despite the physical distance that had separated you for several years, it felt as if no time had passed. You rekindled your friendship, exchanging stories about your journeys, laughing together, and creating new memories in the warm summer air.

And as the night progressed and most of the guests had left, only a select few remained—your brother Tom and his friends, your father, Frederik’s parents and siblings, and a few close friends. Yet, you and Frederik just settled into some garden lounge furniture, enjoying beers as you continued your conversation.

For the entire day, there had been something you wanted to share with him, something that had been on your mind maybe even for a week since the graduation where you first received your cap. So, with gentle deliberation, you leaned closer, your voice soft and tender as you whispered into Frederik’s ear, “Can I show you something... in my bedroom?”

A smile played on Frederik’s lips, his eyes alight with a mix of intrigue and anticipation, as he nodded, and together, you headed to your bedroom, driven by a curiosity that had been bubbling beneath the surface for too long.

Then after gently closing the door behind you, Frederik sat on your bed, facing you. You suddenly felt yourself hesitating, your lips meeting in a light, uncertain touch as you struggled to find the right words. But the growing desire inside you urged you to speak.

“So,” Frederik began, breaking the silence, his honey-brown eyes locking onto yours with an almost innocent smile on his sweet ginger face. “What did you want to show me?”

“Actually,” you replied softly, your voice trembling as you spoke, “it’s not something I want to show you... it’s more something I’d like to do.”

Frederik’s expression shifted, a spark of understanding lighting up his eyes as he grasped your intention.

“You mean...” he asked, his curiosity clearly evident.

You responded with a gentle nod, your lower lip lightly caught between your teeth, and a mischievous glint in your eyes. “I want to cut a lightning bolt in my cap,” you playfully revealed, taking a small step closer to the large figure seated on your bed.

Frederik’s breathing deepened, your name softly escaping his lips as he sought clarification. “Are you sure?”

You nodded again, your head held high with a sense of confidence. “Let’s just say it’s one friend helping another.”

And Frederik’s smile only widened as you gently straddled him on the bed, your hands finding their way to his neck. Then slowly, you closed the distance between you, connecting your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss.

It began softly and gently, your lips moving together as you stole breaths in the sweet exchange. Frederik's lips felt so familiar; you had almost forgotten how wonderfully they fit with yours and how much you missed the effortless comfort of being with him.

Sure, you’d been with other boys since losing your virginity to Frederik and had even dated two guys during high school. But none of them compared to him. They were funny and sweet, but it mostly felt like good company. The sex had been fine, and you’d explored different areas to gain more experience and discover your preferences.

But this was different. You didn’t have to pretend or act differently. With Frederik, you could simply relax and ease into his touch. And that’s exactly what you did.

His hands encircled your body, gently cupping and squeezing your ass, while your tongue smoothly explored his mouth, met with eagerness. Your hands moved to his fiery red hair, lightly tucking it, which elicited soft moans from Frederik as you broke apart. 

“Lay down,” you whispered seductively, your eyes locking intensely with his. And naturally, he complied, slowly moving up the bed, resting his body on the duvet and placing his head on the pillow.

Then with a cheeky grin, he couldn't help but ask, “Are you sure you want to do this with our families just outside?”

You returned his playful smile and nodded confidently. “I’m sure,” you said, adding a wink. “Besides, Tom will probably make sure no one disturbs us.” Your voice was soft and almost husky as you slowly moved your hands up Frederik’s legs, reaching the hem of his trousers.

“I’m supposed to rely on your brother to stand guard while I have sex with his sister?” Frederik raised an eyebrow, looking down at you as you began kissing his skin just above the fabric.

You hummed in response and met his stern gaze with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry,” you assured him, “he already knows, and the fact that he hasn’t killed you yet suggests he’s okay with it.”

So, Frederik simply accepted your response with a relaxed sigh and leaned back, resting his head.

Skillfully, you then unbuttoned his trousers, zipped them open, and gently pulled them down with a bit of help from Frederik, sliding them off completely. You then returned to kissing him, this time moving to his inner thighs, which elicited soft moans from the man beneath your touch.

And as you kissed his length through the fabric of his boxers, his expression grew more intense, and you could feel him gradually hardening with each touch of your lips. So, with a confident smirk, you slipped your fingers under the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, revealing his cock.

You couldn’t suppress a small gasp as you caught sight of it. It was so big and pink, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you thought about the taste of it.

Tender moans escaped from Frederik as his sensitive member was exposed to the cold air, and they only grew louder when you confidently enveloped him with your warm mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Frederik’s voice was husky and trembling as you took him down your throat, hollowing your cheeks around him. You knew you had to keep him quiet, aware of the risk of being overheard, but you couldn’t help but enjoy pleasuring him. His length felt like a large lollipop in your mouth, and each moan from him only made you more aroused.

Frederik’s breath caught in his throat as you quickened your pace. Moving your head up and down, covering him with saliva while your hand gently stroked the part your mouth couldn’t reach, his breathing growing heavier and more erratic. You could see the muscles in his thighs flexing, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

And, feeling the urgent desire to have him inside you, you reluctantly released him from your mouth with a soft ‘pop’.

As the cold air once again met his sensitive skin, Frederik let out a big sigh, calming down from being so close to release. Not that he minded—he wanted to feel himself inside you too. So, a smile adorned his face as you slipped off the bed and removed your summer dress, keeping the cap on your head. You then discarded your lacy underwear before reaching for a condom from the nightstand.

Frederik's hand gently reached out to take the small package from you. He ripped the foil open and rolled the condom onto his member while you climbed back onto the bed and straddled him once more. Then after taking a few calming breaths and gently stroking his cock, you rubbed your folds along his length, eliciting soft moans from both of you. 

Comfortably settling on your knees, you then lined up the tip with your entrance and very slowly lowered yourself onto him, your tight walls embracing his cock. Just like the first time, Frederik was large, and it took more than a few seconds to allow him to fill you up. You even had to take a moment to adjust to his size before you could move your lower body.

The room filled with your harmonising moans, neither of you able to contain the sounds completely. So, with satisfied smiles, you then began to smoothly roll your hips, supporting yourself on Frederik’s pale chest.

Your movements were gentle and slow at first, but as the arousal within you both began to stir, Frederik matched his thrusts with your rhythm, and you instinctively increased your speed. 

Breaths became heavy, as you dug your nails into his skin. His hands supported your hips, guiding you as you rode him vigorously, while you cursed under your breath, feeling his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making you almost shut your eyes as the sensation of your impending release built up.

And then Frederik sat up straight, causing you to moan louder as his cock twitched inside you. He wrapped his strong arms around you, supporting your body as you continued to move together, the intimacy and intensity of the moment deepening.

Your lips clashed in a quick, sloppy kiss as you kept rolling your hips. His hands stayed on your hips, guiding your motions still, while your head fell into the crook of his neck, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Freddie…” you breathed into his skin.

“Me too,” he coaxed gently into your hair. “Come with me.”

Then muttering your name in a hot, heavy breath, Frederik pressed his fingers deep into your skin and rocked his hips in a final thrust that sent you both over the edge. You quivered, gasping for air as you let the intensity consume you and came around his cock, the pressure of your pleasure bringing him his own release.

And without exchanging any words, you both slowed your breathing, holding each other tightly and coming down from the euphoria. With warm smiles, you turned to look at Frederik, your foreheads meeting in a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection you had just shared. His presence was a balm for your soul, a comforting familiarity that you had missed dearly.

"So," he said softly, his voice filled with warm affection, "let's cut that lightning bolt into your hat."

You both shared a few chuckles as you gently moved off him and went to your desk to fetch a pair of scissors. Meanwhile, Frederik took the opportunity to dispose of the condom in a nearby bin. Then sitting closely together on your bed, you carefully snipped a tiny lightning bolt into the fabric just beside the square on the inside of the cap.

A smile of contentment spread across your face as you completed the cut, a symbol of the perfect moment you had shared with Frederik once again. To you, this wasn't just a silly gesture; it was a cherished memory created with your oldest and dearest friend, someone you had missed profoundly, and whose presence in your life felt more fleeting with each passing day.

You exchanged meaningful glances, then carefully returned the scissors to their place before donning the hat. It was a subtle reminder of the unique bond you and Frederik shared.

"Perhaps we should head back to the party?" you suggested, your voice tinged with a hint of shyness. With a nod from Frederik, you both began to dress, ensuring you looked presentable to rejoin the festivities.

_

2012

The following year brought a noticeable shift in the dynamics of your friendship with Frederik. Despite him not being too far away in Sweden, the physical distance began to weigh heavily on your connection. This was compounded by the fact that you were both entering the real world, focusing on your respective studies and the uncertainties of life ahead.

And then came the pivotal moment in Frederik's life when he received the call he had long awaited. He was drafted to the Anaheim Ducks, a monumental milestone in his hockey career. It was a dream realised, the culmination of years of relentless hard work and unwavering dedication. The prospect of playing in the NHL was exhilarating yet came with its own set of challenges. But Frederik was undaunted and ready to embrace this new chapter, knowing that his journey was only just beginning.

Yet, amidst the excitement of Frederik's achievement, a small part of you couldn't help but acknowledge the impending void that would be left by your best friend's absence. And this time, the distance felt even more daunting. However, as a true friend, you masked your own emotions and showered him with nothing but love, affection, and unwavering support for his remarkable accomplishment in his career.

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Uhhh holidays with bsf! Lando are on my brain 24/7 rn!!

Cosy cabin/lodge with board games and films and getting all cosy together omg falling asleep together and waking up to him half hard against the back of your legs. Maybe there’s a hot tub and he really REALLY notices you for the first time in a bikini and falters a LOT when you’re trying to have a really deep open conversation under the stars

Summer nights in Britain with his family having bbqs and mingling but always finding your way back to eachother and being the last two standing at the end of the night when ofc he’ll bring you one of his hoodies when the air gets chilly or is it him grazing your collarbones as he dresses you that gives you goosebumps? His parents and family all bro g inside cooing at the two of you together

Being away somewhere hot and sunny and him making sure you’re staying hydrated, planning an itinerary he knows you’ll love with unique local spots and food. Pool days with him pestering you for sun screen and glaring at anyone who dares look at you for too long. Him putting aloe on you and his hands just lingering for too long, maybe applying nice form pressure which makes you groan a bit much for him to keep his cool

A yacht party with loads of the quadrant team where max f is fully trying to see how much he can try it on with you before Lando just snaps, baiting him to finally confess, ur instead ends up stepping between you both, clearing his throat and maybe gets into a heated discussion where you blow up at him for sabotaging any attention you ever get and make a point that you’re all responsible adults

Maybe a really cute unique air bnb that’s meaningful for you guys or a camping trip where he take you to apologise for how he’d acted and maybe ends up accidentally confessing how he’s been feeling for more or less the whole friendship

Im so glad this is a safe space for the pining and angst that tortures my brain

I LOVE EVERYTHINGGGF ABOUT THIS!! are you fucking kidding me, this is everything I want in life and more 😭 the way I read the first paragraph, gasped, read the second one, gasped even louder and it went on like that until the last one. you’re so talented at writing and this had me in my feels!! lordddd have mercy