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sunflowerwinds · 5 months ago

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pulling you in | e.w

summary: the next day, new tattoo and all, you try and distract yourself from your overwhelming feelings and focus on the activities set for the day. your heart and mind are all over the place and you don’t know what to do anymore. ellie apologizes in a way that makes you even more stuck on who you want to turn to.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

contains: mature language, reader being so confused with what she wants (bare with me), adorable pining!, more oblivious!reader: it’s painful atp

word count: 3.2K

a/n: first of all, the support for this series makes my heart soar. second of all, i’m almost to 2k follows which blows my mind. i am forever grateful for the support my writing has gotten from the little gay people on this app <3

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It was safe to say that you had screwed up any chance of being with Ellie. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be or in the stars for you. Whatever saying that referred to being made for each other did not apply to you and Ellie.

Maybe saying Abby was a good thing; bring you down from this fantasy world and move the hell on. You were leaning back in a lawn chair, slathered in sunscreen and wearing sunglasses to protect your retinas from the burning UV rays (and shamelessly staring at a certain somebody). The children in your cabin were playing some good old-fashioned duck-duck-goose before they had their big Tug-O-War match between all the cabins.

You could see Ellie from a distance with her own group digging in the sandbox for some ‘fossils’. Your eyes were practically formed into hearts seeing her enthusiastically explain all the dinosaur bones and which deceased animal they belonged to. Her geekiness made her even more attractive to you if that was even possible.

No. Enough.

You shook your head and found yourself glancing over at Abby’s group who were running through the extra-large bubbles, giggling happily. The tall blonde had admiration written all over her face at how much fun the kids were having; bright smile and all. You would be lying to yourself if you hadn’t been checking out Abby’s muscular arms and legs when she would break out her athletic shorts and shirts.

“You know just because you like girls doesn’t make your staring any less creepy?” You hear from beside you which causes you to jump a little.

You smack Dina’s leg for scaring you. You’re beyond glad you were wearing sunglasses as you didn’t want him to be right. Could everyone tell that you were gawking at Ellie’s fingers gently caressing the rocks like she was touching your thigh last—

My god, you needed help.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrug your shoulders, grabbing your handheld fan from the tote bag next to you on the ground and shaking it in front of your face.

“Come on. You don’t think I know you’re eye-fucking Ellie?” She mutters close to you as you both glance around but neither of your groups were paying attention to you guys.

“Not Ellie,” you state simply.

Dina audibly gasps and kneels down next to your chair, peeing over the direction you were.

“Wait, are you gawking at Abby?” She questioned with a soft chuckle.

“Maybe?” You say unsure of what you are truly feeling.

“I mean, yum, but I didn’t you were serious about moving on from Ellie,” Dina emphasized as you both stared at Abby grabbing one of the large coolers and moving it to where the kids were.

You sighed as your eyes flickered over at the one that held your heart before fixating on Abby once again.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I’m going to do anything about Abby either. Just admiring from afar.”

“And where has that gotten you over the past three years?” Dina deadpanned, raising her brows at you as she patted her sweaty upper lip with the back of her hand.

You remained silent as she got you there. Dina stood up from her position next to you, patting your shoulder before jerking her head towards the Tug-O-War makeshift arena.

“C’mon. Enough pining. We gotta get the kids for Tug-O-War. It’s mine against yours first,” Dina cheekily responded before jogging over to her campers.

You shot up from your seat and grabbed your whistle that was dangling around your neck, slotting it into your mouth to blow to get everyone’s attention. All of your campers froze their game of Duck-Duck-Goose, immediately scurrying over to you.

“Alright, campers! You guys ready to do Tug-O-War?” You shout with enthusiasm in your voice.

The kids started screaming with excitement, matching your energy times a million. You winced a little bit but kept your smile.

“I said,” you pause for dramatics. “Are you ready for Tug-O-War?” You over-enunciate every word which resulted in an uproar of cheers.

You chuckle softly and motion for the kids to follow you to the makeshift arena. There, a few feet across, was your friend and opponent, Dina and her campers. The brunette had her arms crossed over her chest with a playful narrow, motioning that she was watching us. You mouth that she was going down to which she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

The mediator, Jesse, cleared his throat as he explained the rules of the game. Basic no-cheating, no pushing, shoving, etc. He had one hand on his hip with a megaphone in the other.

“Lookin’ good, mediator,” Dina calls over to Jesse who points warningly at her.

“You know the rules, Miss Dina. No sweet talking.” Jesse gave her one more glance before clearing his throat.

You snort to yourself before instructing your kids to keep their feet planted and wide and to tug as hard as they can. As soon as Jesse shouted ‘Go!’, everyone in your team began pulling with all their might. You watched as Dina’s team was completely thrown off guard and slipped over the dry grass beneath their sneakers. You kept shouting that the kids had it and to not let go.

After one final tug from your team, the ribbon in the middle of the rope moved past the white indicator line. You gasped as Jesse shouted, ‘One point to the Daisies!’. You huddled in with the kids, bouncing up and down with glee at the victory. In good spirit, the opposite teams gave each other high fives just like after a little league baseball game.

This went on for about an hour; each winner fighting against one another until it came to the last two. Not your surprise, you and Ellie’s campers came neck in neck with the points. On the sidelines, all of the other campers and friends of yours were cheering for both sides to not show preference for either team.

Ellie’s green eyes were narrowed at you with a taunting eyebrow raise while you scratched at your nose with your middle finger to discreetly flip her off. She caught it almost instantly and shook her head, prodding her tongue into her inner cheek.

“Our finalists, the mighty Daisies and the strong Dinos are about to have their final throw down. The winning team gets this highly expensive, one-of-a-kind trophy!” Jesse announced which caused the entirety of the camp which resulted in an uproar of cheers.

It was a trophy off of Amazon that read ‘#1 Champions’ that was 7 bucks but Jesse knew how to get the kids more and more competitive and eager to win. You locked eyes with Ellie from a few feet away, a shiver sliding down your back when she licked her lips before tightly gripping the thick rope.

The veins on her arms and hands protruded out, her sweat making them glisten under the hot sunbeams. You just needed a photo of what you were looking at and you would be content forever. Distracted by her annoying good looks, you tripped over your own feet when Jesse announced that the final Tug-O-War was on.

But you quickly held your ground and began tugging the rope as aggressively as possible, trying not to get overwhelmed by the amount of cheering coming from your friends and other campers. It took a few minutes before the Dinos did one final tug that caused the flag in the middle to move past the white line.

You glanced down at your hands, sighing at the sight of a few burn marks as you released the rope. Ellie was surrounded by her campers, all excitedly jumping up and down with her. You couldn’t even be sad about losing seeing her so happy. She had rubbed every single one of their heads, telling them how cool and strong they all were.

“Our winners; the Dino cabin!” Jesse shouts into the megaphone, jogging over to hand Ellie the medium-sized trophy.

Ellie snatched it from him to hold it up over her head to show it off. She then grabbed the megaphone from Jesse as well, clearing her throat as she began to give a speech.

“I just want to say thank you to my amazing group of campers. I couldn’t have done it without all of these Incredible Hulks over here,” Ellie smiled like a maniac as the campers started clapping. “But it’s getting too hot out here guys so let’s head over to the Arts cabin to make our bracelets with some snacks and drinks. Let’s go, everybody.”

You told your campers to follow you to the Arts cabin, making sure to let them know how great they did regardless of not being in first place. They all agreed but told you they were excited to get bracelet making. That eased your worries. As much as you enjoy these competitive activities, you are terrified that the kids will begin to feel bad about themselves.

As your group entered the cabin, you instructed your kids to wait in line to get snacks and drinks. You watch them all carefully make their way over to the four lines when you feel a hand rest on your clothed shoulder.

“I didn’t think Ellie could beat you,” Abby’s low voice mutters.

“She’s toned, Abs. I think it was a fair one so,” you shrug your shoulders as you check the list of activities on your clipboard.

“Yeah, I guess so but I was rooting for you.” Abby gave your shoulder a soft squeeze.

You turn to her with a friendly smile, raising your eyebrows at her own slightly frizzy braid.

“Well, I mean we all know why you were winning your Tug-O-Wars,” you eye her biceps, reaching one hand forward to touch the heated skin from being out in the sun.

Abby seemed to just let you touch her, the muscle tensing under your fingers. You look at her and notice how obvious you are with this weird attempt at flirting. You retract your hand and clear your throat.

“So, later when we take our campers to the campfire for s’mores, can I save you a spot?” Abby blatantly stares at your lips before flickering up to your eyes.

From across the room, you make eye contact with Ellie who seems more confused than anything. Jesse was rambling to her about something that you weren’t able to hear as she was helping him set up the bracelet-making table, twiddling with the strands.

“Yeah, Abs. That sounds good,” you nod after forcefully tearing your eyes away from Ellie’s tense posture.

“Yeah?” Abby asks once to confirm.

You hum to ease her mind, nodding with a kind smile.

“Okay, I’ll do that,” Abby nods more so to herself before jerking her head over to her group of campers.

As Abby left you by yourself with your hammering thoughts, you felt a nudge to your hip. You look down to see one of your campers holding up a string to you.

“Can you help me make a bracelet for Beth?” Carter questions, adjusting his baby. blue glasses on his face.

“Yeah, of course, bud.”

“I sorta got mad at her earlier and I want her to know that I’m sorry for doing that,” the little blonde boy expresses, shyly messing with the string.

You thought it was so adorable to see kids express their emotions differently. You’ve noticed as people age, emotions become harder to express. There was no fear in his eyes; a little timid, sure but he knew he had to express it somehow. Yes, people are complicated but children are so open; so innocent.

“I’m sure you didn’t mean it, Carter.”

From across the room you spotted Beth, giggling with Vanessa quietly as they made their own bracelets. Carter quietly told you that he noticed how much she wore the color purple so you helped him pick out the different shades of purple beads to slide onto the bracelet.

The crowd of kids chattering was a weird comfort to you. You couldn’t express it enough how much you loved this job.

After the children had their snacks and finished up the crafting, Tommy and Joel escorted everyone’s campers to their assigned cabin. The counselors cleaned up the art room during that time period. You had no desire to clean so you snuck out to sit on the steps as you waited for everyone else to be done.

As you doodle on your clipboard, you hear the door open behind you and you pretend to make notes instead. That is until you look over your shoulder to see Ellie standing with her arms crossed behind her back.

“Hey,” you grinned at her.

Ellie reciprocates the gesture, looking away from you for a moment.

“Hi,” the auburn-haired girl tilted her head at you. “I was wondering where you went.”

Was your back sweating from anxiety or the heat?

“Sorry. I… didn’t really feel like cleaning,” you weakly chuckled before focusing back on your scribbles and doodles.

“It’s not a lot to clean so you’re good. I just wanted to, uh,” Ellie cleared her throat before making her way closer to you, the boards beneath her feet slightly squeaking.

Before you knew it, an object hit your clipboard right underneath your graphite nonsense. Your eyes drop to it and your brows furrow in confusion.

“What’s this?”

You question as you stare at the bracelet that Ellie has now thrown on the clipboard in front of you resting on your knees. It was a mixture of beads of your favorite colors with your initial smack dab in the middle.

“An apology in a way. I noticed you’ve been kind of distant today so if it was something I did or said,” Ellie scratched behind her ear as she grinned weakly at you. “I’m sorry.”

So that’s why she had been making bracelets earlier. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been acting weird or distant all of today. You hadn’t talked to Ellie on your own once, which clearly didn’t go didn't go unnoticed by the freckled girl. You felt like an insensitive ass acting this way.

“Els, it’s a personal thing. I’m sorry for being weird,” you stated as you fiddled with the bracelet.

“It’s okay. Just… wanna make sure my favorite girl doesn’t hate me,” Ellie nervously chuckled.

What the hell was she doing to you?

”I don’t think I ever could,” you admit as you admire the slightly too-big bracelet.

Ellie nodded, her green eyes darting from the apology in your hands to your expression. She seemed so antsy to give it to you; secretly afraid that you would hate it or think it was strange or pushing a boundary.

“How’s your tattoo?” Ellie questioned.

“Oh, um, all good. You did amazing, Els.” You reassure her.

“Can I see it to double-check? For… irritation.”

You stare into her wide green eyes, noticing how dilated her pupils are. There was the smallest ring of green due to how much the pupils were taking up her eyes.

“Sure, yeah,” you carefully lifted up your shorts leg to show her the small sun.

It was a bit splotchy but adorable nonetheless. You had put on soothing shea butter lotion and washed it gently this morning so it was good as new. Ellie reached her fingers forward to carefully trace over the detailed spiral in the middle. Goosebumps rose instantly to the surface of your skin despite the drastic heat outside.

“Looks good. It suits you.” Ellie confesses to you, grinning as her thumb traces over the inked section of your upper thigh.

“I might visit you again to get more. Maybe some finger ones?” You suggest, holding your hands out to her.

Ellie carefully takes your hands in hers.

“It’d be pretty hot, honestly,” Ellie murmured like she didn’t want her comment to be heard.

“Yeah, I thought so too,” you add on with a cheeky smile, nudging her shoulder.

Ellie’s entire face flushed at your words, releasing your hand as she muttered a soft ‘shut up’. You simply chuckled as you rested your head on her shoulder.

“Well, I’ll see you later at the campfire. I just wanted to give that to you before I forgot.” Ellie scratched behind your ear with a chuckle, moving on from her slight mistake.

“Mmm, I would take a shower first though,” you tease.

Ellie shook her head and scoffed.

“Really? After I gave you a gift?” She muttered as she leaned down to place her sweaty front side over your seated back.

You let out a string of groans and ‘get off’ before Ellie reluctantly lifted her body up and off of you. She stood up on her feet and nudged your leg with her Converse-covered feet.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” Ellie nodded before turning on her heels.

You sigh as you twiddle with the sweet gesture from the freckled girl. You silently watch her make her to her own cabin, probably wrangling for the children to quiet down so that she can do a headcount.

“Getting over her, huh?” You hear from behind you which causes you to nearly jump out of your skin.

Dina’s standing there with her arms folded across her chest, the wooden door behind her shutting softly.

“I don’t want to hear it, D,” you sigh as you stand up on the chipping blue wooden staircase.

Dina continuously tries to voice her opinion on how she feels but you make a noise of protest every time. She walks up to you and places both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to listen to her at this point.

“I just don’t know why you’re forcing yourself to fixate on Abby and why you don’t just tell Ellie how you feel.”

You’ve heard this twice now and you can’t help but feel like maybe they’re right. It’s high-risk, high-reward explaining how you feel to Ellie. You would give anything to know exactly how she felt about you so that you could ultimately just either push the crush away or finally open your mouth to tell her you want her more than you needed oxygen.

“You think I should?” You question curiously, your eyes pouring into Dina’s heartfelt ones.

“Yes. 99%” Dina replies.

You groan at her answer, trying to move away from her. She chuckles and shakes your shoulders to refocus your attention on her.

“I’m kidding. Seriously, 110%. I don’t think you see how Ellie looks at you, dude.” Dina emphasizes this with complete sincerity.

Steve’s words, too, echoed in your brain as you took in what Dina said to you.

“I’m just saying if I know flirting,” he leaned down to mutter to you, “and I think I do, she wants you just as badly as you want her. My personal opinion is to go for it.”

Should you? You were making your head hurt with the constant back and forth. Ellie was the lucky one. She had no idea what was going on in your head and this you were thankful for. The sun was setting and it was nearly time for the campfire.

You walked away from Dina with a pounding question in your head: Abby or Ellie?

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prettiestgrlinthemorguexo · 11 months ago

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Swipe (Lucifer morningstar x reader)

Description: after his divorce, he finally gets back into the dating game…through a dating app :)

Please note I’m writing this before the release of ep7 and ep8 so-

Takes place between ep 5 and right before ep 6

I wrote nearly 98% of this at like 3 AM-

Part 1 of 3

Warning: Lucifer being a dork, Lucifer being a dorky dad, age gap(reader died at like 25 and Lucifer is like a good few thousands years old so), talk of divorce, Charlie being a supportive daughter, I’ve never used a dating apps so i might get info wrong, Lucifer doesn’t know modern day technology or slang, lying, Lucifer straight up cat fishing reader,

No one’s POV

Lucifer was a wreck after his divorce with Lilith. Becoming the shell of the man he was, going from a family-oriented to a man who barely talk to anyone. After visiting his daughter and her hotel, he knew he had to be there, he already missed so much he wasn’t gonna miss another second of it. Becoming the best father he could also meant moving on, it’s been seven years since the separation. Charlie knew her Dad had been in pain since the divorce but she could tell, he was trying and she was going to be there.

Lucifer’s POV

“Charlie, are you sure about this?” I ask still hesitant, I knew Charlie just wanted to help and had the best intentions, but a dating app? “Of course!” Charlie exclaimed, face lite up. “It’s perfect! You get to meet people without the face to face interactions!” Charlie said downloading the app, viva by Voxtech.

Charlie’s was more excited than I was, I wanted to meet people but an app? I can’t help but feel my heart race and my body get heavy, why was I this nervous. In the middle of my overthinking Charlie handed me the phone, it had a profile made it had my name and many details. It felt like I was giving it to all 9 rings of hell! “Ok! How we gotta add some photos an-“

“Charlie!”

We both turned are head to see Alastor and Vaggie standing there. “Can you help with something real quick?” Vaggie ask seeming annoyed. “Of course!” Charlie’s called back before as standing up. “You go ahead and add those photos dad I’ll be back!” Charlie said as she ran to the two, leaving me alone on the couch staring at the screen.

I read over the info and it all was so…personal. How would anyone be comfortable putting this much out? I Don’t get me started with being the King of Hell it’s self, then an idea popped in my head. I turn my head slightly to see Charlie still talking to the pair so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I added photos of my duck inventions and made a duck with a white top hat as my ‘icon’. Now onto the name, Lucifer was too out there everyone would know, think! L names that are similar.

Lucifer..

Luci…

Luc…

Luca..

Luca! I instantly think changing the name quickly, removing the last name from the profile along with it. After that it looked like a normal profile. When I finished and satisfied with it Charlie was walking back over. “Sorry bout that dad! Now back to w-.” While she was speaking I shove my phone in my pocket and stand up. “No it’s fine! I set it up!” I nearly screamed it out as I stood from the couch. Charlie stared at me shock for a moment before her normal bright smile returned to her face. “Wow that’s great!” She said as she walked over “Look at you getting the hang of technology!” Charlie said happily. I didn’t know why I was so nervous by an app, but it was on my mind. After finishing talking to Charlie I was able to leave, soon I was back in my bedroom. I let out a sigh and feel onto the massive bed and pulled out my phone, Viva still open.

Y/N POV

Left..Left..Left..

God this app was a never ending app of swiping left on people wanting hook-ups was tiring. This was the last time I’d take F/N advice and use a dating app, the fact they exist in hell was already surprising. It was nude after nude of people looking for a hookup. Then something different popped up, instead of the naked body I almost have gotten used to, I was greeted by a rubber duck with a white top hat. My eyes widen a bit as I layed there I swipped to look at the second photo, more ducks. I then moved and read the bio. “Luca..” I said quietly to myself reading the short info. I looked at the photos and the bio, it stood out in the sea of profile, i stair a while longer…

…Right.

“CONGRATS! YOU GOT A MATCH!” Popped up on my screen in red shades, with the little duck icon. “…that was quick” I think to myself. I click on the little message option.

Y/N - Hi :)

No ones POV

Lucifer layed there looking at the profiles, this was dating. More like brothel. He could barely understand, after swiping left a few times he chose to just turn off his phone, it was a mistake to think an app could help. Almost as soon as Lucifer sat his phone down his phone went off, illuminating the room …then it went off again.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow picking up his phone to see two notifications, both from Viva. Seeing a match with someone named Y/N and a message from them. Lucifer felt himself lose the ability to breathe, “A match?” Lucifer asked himself, confused on what that meant, he open the Add to be greeted my the words “CONGRATS! YOU GOT A MATCH!” And the icon that belong to Y/N.

The icon was a photo of Y/N. Lucifer’s eyes lit up and he finally let out a breath. He admired their features. Their H/C H/L that looked perfect, their E/C eyes drew him in. He clicked the image see their profile, he was greeted my a normal photo of you, it stood out. Lucifer saw the message illuminating in corner of the screen, he let out a breath and opened the message and saw a simple

Y/N - “Hi :)”

I sat their staring at the message before typing himself

Luca - Hi

Time skip (why? Because I fucking said so.)

Over the past few weeks, Lucifer and Y/N talked every day. Learning every little detail of each other. Lucifer learned about your job, your friends, how you lived and how you died even. He couldn’t help but want to know everything.

Y/N learned he had a daughter and that he’d been “recently divorced”, his words not theirs. Y/N learned that he loves ducks and creating new duck toys, he was a big dork, like a big puppy dog. Of course you didn’t know you were talking to Lucifer himself, you thought you were talking to a man named Luca…

During Lucifer’s now frequent visit to his daughter and her little Hazbin hotel, Charlie couldn’t help but notice how her dad was one his phone more then usual, usual being never. Naturally, Charlie was curious. “Sooo..” Charlie started, a little unsure what to say about her fathers new found internet obsession. “Who are you talking to?” Charlie ask curious.

Lucifer was quick to meet his daughters eyes and quickly put his phone face down on the table . “No one!” He said in an almost scream, before it buzzed again..and again…and again. Charlie eyes went between her dads now sweating face and and his phone. Before Lucifer could even react, Charlie reached for his phone. “Wait!” Lucifer said reaching for his phone from her hands, the phone screen lite up and Charlie was greeted my 4 notifications from someone named Y/N from Viva. Charlie gasp turning quickly turning to face him, Charlie’s face lite up like Christmas lights. “YOUR TALKING TO SOMEONE?!” Charlie squealed from excitement, since she helped set up his password she quickly opened his phone to see more.

“Charlie don’t-“ Lucifer started to say before seeing her face fall from its happy to confused. “Wait..” Charlie said looking at his profile, “why is your name ‘Luca’?” Charlie ask her eyes moving from his phone finally to be greeted with Lucifer’s red face “well…,” Lucifer started, “I wasn’t comfortable putting my name and photo on there so…I put a different name and photo.” Charlie’s face went from suprise to more annoyed, not angry, just disappointed. “Dad you can’t just do that!” Charlie said to her father, her free rubbing her face. “You can’t just catfish her!”

Lucifer looked confused, catfish? Like the animal? “Catfish?” Lucifer asked, truly not understanding the term. “Yes dad you can’t just lie about who you are to someone like that!” Charlie said scolding her father. Lucifer after that was able to put two and two together, the weight of what he’s been hit him like a bus. “Dad,” Charlie said letting out a sigh, “you have to come clean to them.” She said as she handed him his phone. “Char ITS not that easy!” Lucifer said taking the phone from then hand seeing them newest text, her caring words, them asking if he he’s eaten, remind him to take care of himself, her word hit his heart hard. “It’s not a normal situation, I’m the king of hell, not some random sinner!” Lucifer said he eyes not leaving the illuminated screen. “Dad, they’re gonna find out sooner or later, it’s better if you do it now, early into you talking then later..”

Lucifer stated quiet, he knew deep down she was right, he did truly like them and want more with them, he could only imagine how you’d react if he waited much longer it’s already been a few weeks… Lucifer let out a sigh and looked up at his daughter. “your right..” he said quietly, “I’ll tell them just…give me time..” Charlie stared for a moment before letting before smiling again. “Just do it soon dad…” Lucifer knew she was right.

Later that night Lucifer layed in his bed, looking at her last message, contemplating how to tell them, shoudl he texted it, no they’d think he’s joking, “maybe…” he though out loud. “A FaceTime..?” He asked himself, no, he didn’t even know how to start one… maybe…a date? You’d know he wasn’t lying about being satan himself, he could explain better then over a device and he could only imagine how beautiful you were in person… Lucifer looked down at the message you last send hesitation purged his mind, but slowly he began to type.

Luca - hey, can I ask you something?

Y/N - of course ask anything! :)

Luca - I was thinking he could go out sometime? Like a date going out.

After a a minute he saw you typing a new message. He could already feel his heart race a mile a minute, he felt a cold sweat form. Why was he so nervous? Then a little buzz when off, it was you he was hesitant but swipe to open the message.

Y/N - wait really? You wanna go on a date with me??

Lucifer swallowed the lump in his throat before typing with shaky fingers.

Luca - yes Y/N I really do.

Y/N - Yes I’d love to!! ❤️

Lucifer’s eyes lit up seeing you answer in only seconds, he can’t help but feel his heart flutter at the simple heart emoticon. Soon you both planned to meet for dinner the next night at a nice restaurant, named killer appetite, closer to the center of pentagram city, then he hit him…you both were actually going on a date. Together…

Y/N’s POV

When I saw his message asking me out, I could have screamed. He actually wanted to see me! I quickly typed and agreed to it. We chose dinner at a nice high end restaurant closer to the center of the city, I’ve heard of the place it was up scale. I was so ecstatic.

The next day at work couldn’t have gone slower, it felt like every minute was a hour long but as soon as that clock hit five, I was out the door racing home to get ready.As soon I was ready, my hair and outfit was perfect. I was quick out the door to the restaurant. On my way I received a message from Luca.

Luca - hey! Placed a reservation under L.M.

“L.M?” I asked myself, wondering what it meant, maybe his initials? I smile and replied ok,only a few minutes later I was at the restaurant, even though it was only 7 the restaurant was lively, full and packed. I walked over to the hostess stand.

“Hi, there should be a reservation for L.M?” I felt nervous, a mix of because of how busy it is and meet him…when I said the name of the reservation the hostess gave changed a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Of course! Right this way!” She said trying to put on a happy face but the nerves over shadowed that, she let me to a table already set up in a quieter area, almost completely different from the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant. “your server will be with you shortly, please enjoy!” She said as she raced out the room. I staired at the entrance way confused, why was that girl so nervous, and to have such a secluded area on a Friday night, it was unusual…

I sat down at the table that faced the entrance way. I pulled out my phone to text me.

Y/N - Hey! I just sat down! We have a really nice table, are you almost here? :)

I saw he read the text but no reply, I felt nervous again, my eyes kept watching my phone, my mouth was dry. But then I heard a voice “sorry I’m late..” the voice sounded nervous. I look up to a short blonde man. My eyes widen and my mouth is dry…

I was looking at Lucifer himself…

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em-ontv · 5 months ago

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may i request for more soldier boy please? <3

Of course you may, I was waiting to write another piece about him. I love these little asks because it helps motivate me. Hope you like this, anon! <3

Damsel in distress.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x lover!fem!reader (who's a member of Payback)

Summary: when you received a call for help, you immediately got into action, only to find out that the person on the other side isn't exactly a stranger...

Warnings: cursing/profanities, no use of y/n, Ben being a drama queen, time taking place around the mid 1900s (I know they didn't have flip phones at that time but just pretend Vought had some high tech-y stuff), English isn't my first language, mistakes should be present, apologies beforehand :)

Word count: 776

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Your flip phone rang in the middle of a half-baked briefing session with Crimson Countess and Mindstorm, the two of them squabbling while your mind wandered off. You were half listening, but it was mostly white noise, nodding from time to time to give them the idea that you actually gave a fuck.

When the phone rang in your pocket, you were more than ready for the distraction.

"Got a call. Gotta take it," you said, stepping out before either of them could ask for details.

"Hello?"

"Help— fuck, I need help!" The voice on the other end was frantic, strained.

"Calm down. Where are you?" you cut them off, your heart pounding in your chest. The voice was familiar but you didn't think too much of it, not when the man seemed to be in so much distress.

"Help... please, you gotta come. I'm— I'm trapped, and I don't know how much longer I can—”

The phone crackled with static, and you could barely hear the voice on the other side anymore.

"It's— shit, just get here! I'm at the old warehouse on 5th… please."

The call ended abruptly. Just like that. The line went dead before you could get another word out. No further instructions. Nothing. Your jaw tensed, stuffing the phone back into your pocket. Probably some dumbass who got themselves caught up with the wrong people. But, honestly? You cursed yourself for having that itch that dragged you into this kind of shit.

You knew it was stupid to go charging in without more intel, but something in that voice had triggered your instincts. It had the kind of urgency that couldn't be faked. So, you grabbed your gear and headed out without a second thought.

When you arrived at the warehouse, the place was dark and reeked of mold. The air was thick with tension, your senses on high alert as you moved through the shadows, your weapon drawn.

Then you heard it — a low groan, coming from somewhere ahead. You tightened your grip on your weapon, pushing forward until you reached a large, open space. And there he was, crumpled on the floor like a discarded doll, Soldier Boy. Ben.

The one and only.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you snapped, lowering your weapon as anger and disbelief spread across your face.

You nearly rolled your eyes so hard you saw the back of your skull. Of course it was him. Who else would be dumb enough to pull this kind of stunt?

"Fuck... you made it," he was sprawled out, one hand clutching his side, his face twisted in what you might have believed was ‘pain’ if you didn't know him better. "Took you long enough."

There wasn't a single scratch on him. No signs of a struggle, no bodies, not even a broken bottle in sight.

"You're the one who called? You had me thinking someone was in real danger, you asshole." you kneeled down beside him.

Ben coughed, trying to gain some of your pity until a knowing smirk inevitably made its way onto his lips. "You couldn't resist, huh? You always were a sucker for a damsel in distress."

You stared at him, deadpan. "You're about as much of a damsel as I am a fucking knight in shining armor."

He let out a theatrical groan again, like it was some big effort to sit up, and you resisted the urge to kick him while he was down. Then, he pouted, actually fucking pouted.

"You do that again and I'll put you out of your misery for good." you pointed a finger at him. You were pissed — more at yourself for falling for it, even for a second. But Ben? He was having the time of his life.

"Aw, come on, can't you just play along for once? It was a good fucking plan." he grabbed your hand and pressed it against the side of his face, flashing you a shit-eating grin.

You stayed silent, shaking your head in pure disbelief. You stood up and so did he, getting to his feet with the ease of someone who hadn't just played dead a minute ago.

"I missed you." Ben added after sensing your silence. "You’ve been so busy last month I've barely seen you."

"Yeah, well, don't pull shit like this again just because you're feeling needy."

"Needy?"

"You heard me." you exasperated.

"I just wanted to see you in action, get the blood pumping." his hand went to the small of your back and pulled you closer, lips pressing kisses along your jaw.

"Next time," you sighed. "Just fucking ask."

"Yeah, yeah. Love you too."

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takenbypeter · 8 months ago

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Hello, if it's alright, may I ask for an Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader platonic fic where during the events of Venom 1, after Eddie and Anne split up and moved into their separate apartments, Eddie receives a visit from his younger niece, who is 15 years old and tracked him down, after being kicked out of her house in hopes she live with him and not the streets. Eddie does not have the heart to refuse her, so she lets her stay, but at least she’s helping with the bills! They become close over the months, especially after Eddie acquires Venom, and Venom subsequently develops a soft spot for her.

Life’s Curveballs

Eddie Brock x niece!reader

Words: 1204

Author’s note: this took me like years to write, sorry about that. The truth is I started writing it then just got bored with my own writing, but today I finally sat down and wrote this. I know It’s been a while but I hope whoever requested this enjoys. Also this is the first like platonic, relative fic I’ve written and honestly it was super hard to do.

After that day—the day that messed up his career and his love life, Eddie Brock didn’t know what to expect from life anymore.

But as it continued, he actually believed that one day, maybe his life could go back to being normal. Him and Ane would get back together, they’d get married, he’d get a new big time job, that’s the surprise he was hoping life would throw at him one day but instead life decided to throw something else at him.

You.

He had been out one morning and when he returned he found you sitting on the floor of his apartment door.

You were sitting there, your back against his door with your eyes closed and your head leaning to one side. Eddie was not in the mood for this. Honestly he thought you were just some kid with problems, which in a sense was true.

The fact that you were some kid didn’t stop him from tapping your leg with his shoe, “okay come on, move it somewhere else, let’s go.”

In a moment of confusion you jumped waking up at the unfamiliar place, after taking a second to look around you glanced up finally coming eye to eye with the man who peered down at you.

Giving him a sleepy smile you said, “hi, uncle Eddie.”

That is what started it all.

After that greeting Eddie let you in all while questioning; why? How? What you were doing at his place? To which you gladly answered, “kicked out. Tracked you down and got on the bus. Looking for a place to crash.”

“No, absolutely not, you cannot stay here,” he denied, reaching for his phone. Even just the idea of you was stressing him out, he had enough on his plate already, looking for a new job, while trying to numb out his own pain.

“Please! I can’t go back there, plus I’ll pay!” You pull out a ziplock bag filled with some cash and coins, Eddie stared at the bag then back at you, “how do you even have money?” You open your mouth to answer him but he cuts you off, “you know I don’t even want to know. I’m calling your dad.”

You let out a sigh as you heard the phone dial. While the dial tone continued he shot you two glances before moving further away.

Finally, click.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why was your kid just waiting at my front door?”

You turned your head towards the conversation hearing some mumbling on the other end.

“Are you crazy? You’re her dad!” He paused before continuing in an angry whisper, “no, I can’t take care of a kid, I can barely take care of myself.” Another pause. “I don’t care! You can’t just kick her out, you gotta come here right now and get your kid…no…no, don’t hang up!”

You watched as his hand dropped along with his head, “and he hung up.”

With a few grunts and punches against the air, he let out a single defeated breath before turning back towards you.

“Looks like you’ll be staying here for a little bit.” And at that news you flashed him your pearly whites before flopping yourself onto the couch.

Eddie always expected himself to be married first before he got a kid, but it’s funny how unexpected life always seemed to be for him.

After days passed Eddie was beginning to get used to your presence around the place. Sure it wasn’t ideal for him but he felt good knowing you were here rather than being dumped out on the streets.

It was strange though, each morning when he left you’d be there and you were also still there when he returned. He couldn’t help but wonder, do you go to school? Do you have friends? What do you do during the day? But he brushed off his wonders, letting you do what you do.

The week progressed and just when he was beginning to get used to things again, of course his life had to flip upside down, as he now had a new problem at hand.

A freakish alien goo thing.

Honestly the whole thing freaked him out as it would just about anyone.

When he returned home that night that the slime attached itself to him, you were planted in the living room ready to greet him when he came in, but before you could he brushed you off, throwing up in the nearest bucket.

He had sweats and he was clearly irritated. You didn't know what was wrong, he was fine that morning. And no he just looked frankly gross. Instead of wanting your help though, Eddie just shooed you away as he headed to his bedroom slamming the door behind him.

It wasn’t until the next day that you had learned about Venom.

Honestly you didn’t believe it at first. The whole thing seemed ridiculous. Actually it sounded like something he’d make up to scare you off. It wasn’t until you saw the black Symbiote that you believed what was actually happening.

Although initially believing Venom would ruin his life, once again Eddie was proven wrong as he came to an understanding with the creature and it also seemed like you did too.

As time passed you and Venom grew strangely close. You even taught Venom how to cook breakfast, (after a mishap had occurred).

“You know how to make eggs?” Eddie asked as you taught the Symbiote. “Of course I’m fifteen, not five.”

After that Venom came to you whenever he wanted to learn a new recipe, usually it was some sort of recipe involving chocolate.

It was funny though because a lot of the times it seemed like you and Venom had more in common than Eddie and Venom did.

You quickly grew to appreciate Venom’s company especially since you didn’t really have anyone to talk to on this side of town. And it seemed like Venom was really taking a liking to you too.

“Ross is the worst,” you said at the tv with Venom positioned beside you then Eddie. “Yeah, boooo,” Venom said, throwing a pillow at the tv earning a, hey, from Eddie.

“I can’t understand how Ross could do that to Rachel,” Venom said, watching as Rachel left Ross’s apartment.

“No one understands it, because it’s just that messed up of a thing to do,” you say to the Symbiote.

“After this is done, I’m going to bed,” chimes Eddie, tired from the day.

“What? No, we gotta see what happens.”

“Yeah Eddie, we gotta see what happens,” Venom says, his deep voice sounding pretty funny repeating your words.

Eddie just sucked in a breath and breathed out, (something he’s been doing a lot lately). He was just a tiny annoyed that he practically had two kids to look after now.

“Just one more,” he agreed, earning a yay from the both of you.

Although Eddie’s life had ups and downs, (and sideways), Eddie was happy to say he was getting used to his life again. He was just hoping he was done with curve balls being thrown his way, but he’ll just have to wait and see what else life throws his way.

#eddie brock fanfiction #eddie brock fanfic #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #venom imagine #venom fanfiction #venom fanfic #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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edosianorchids901 · 6 months ago

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Maybe A Bad Idea

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "maybe one more"

Cw: alcohol abuse

Crowley toyed with the jug of wine on the table. He’d had a lot already, more than a lot. His vision had gone blurry a while ago, and he couldn’t quite feel his fingers. It was probably a bad idea to drink any more right now.

But he was sore everywhere. Sore, and tired of seeing people do horrible things to each other, and deeply tired of consciousness. Consciousness was overrated.

Conflicted, he poured another cup and stared at it. Sure, a demon could drink a lot without it being an issue. But past a certain point… bazzam. He’d be out cold. And although he wasn’t sure if he’d hit that point yet, he had to be getting close.

And he was in a tavern. Not his own bed. If he was gonna pass out, he preferred to do it in his own bed. Or, at least, the bed he’d rented.

He turned the cup in circles a few times, mouth watering at the thought of the sweet wine. The wine was one of the best things about Florence. Loads of options.

He liked this wine a lot. But it probably wasn’t a good idea to finish off the jug, no matter how much he liked it.

“Nnnh.” He picked up the cup. “Maybe one more.”

He was just gulping it down when a voice behind him said, “Maybe one more what?”

Startled, Crowley choked on the wine. “Hrgnk?”

Aziraphale, moving up next to him, patted him on the back while he coughed. “Oh dear. Are you all right?”

“Don’t… sneak up on me like that.” Crowley coughed again. “You’rennnangel. Shouldn’t sneak.”

“I didn’t sneak. I walked up right next to you.”

“Sneaking,” Crowley muttered again anyway. “N’ I’m only having one more. Gotta be respons’ble.”

“One more what?” Aziraphale asked.

“Drink.”

“I think you’ve had more than enough drinks, Crowley.”

“No such thing. Not when… thingy.” Crowley frowned, trying to remember what he’d been thinking about. He was pretty sure he’d been thinking about ducks at some point. “Ducks?”

Aziraphale’s expression wrenched with confusion. “You… you’re drinking because of ducks?”

“Nuh. Ducks are cool. S’ humans. I just meant, uh.” Crowley stared vaguely at the angel. “Can we go feed ducks?”

“It is one in the morning.”

“So, yes?”

“No.” Gently, Aziraphale took his arm. “Come along. It’s my angelic duty to make sure that silly old serpents make it home safety after overindulging.”

“S’ not,” Crowley protested. “S’posed to smite me, probably.”

“Well, do you want me to smite you?”

Crowley considered it. “Nuh. Sounds like it would hurt. And I hurt enough, right?”

“Ah, I see. That does explain the drinking, at least a bit.” Undeterred, Aziraphale tugged him out of the chair and dragged him towards the door. “Did anything cause the pain?”

“You’re not exactly helping it, are you?”

“Before that, I mean. Before you started drinking.”

Everything before Crowley started drinking was a total blur, which was just the way he liked it. “Dunno. I guess… stress? Was writing my report n’ stuff.”

“Ah,” Aziraphale said softly. “Yes, I suppose that would be stressful.”

It was always stressful, but this century had been even worse than others. Crowley was expected to report on anything and everything horrible happening in the area where he’d been assigned.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of horrible things happening. Right now, he was mostly bothered by all the war and murder and torture and everything.

“Think I tensed up a lot.” Woozy, he leaned on Aziraphale as they went down the narrow cobbled street. “Sort of just overloaded, didn’t I? Can you blame me?”

“No. No, I certainly cannot blame you.” Sighing, Aziraphale steered him into an inn, then took him to an unfamiliar room. “You smell rather a lot of wine, my dear.”

“Spilled it on myself earlier,” Crowley said helpfully.

“Yes, well. Why don’t you change into some clean clothes?”

“Don’t have any.”

“I shall lend you some, then.”

Crowley yielded, too tired to argue that a demon couldn’t be caught wearing white. But the clothes smelled like Aziraphale, and they weren’t soaked in wine and Satan knew what else, so that was a definite bonus.

His head spun, and he groaned as Aziraphale dressed him and then pulled him into bed. He crumpled against the soft side, his head landing on Aziraphale’s well-padded shoulder. “M’ tired.”

“I imagine so.” Gently, Aziraphale stroked hair out of his face and pressed a careful kiss to his brow. “Are you too hot or too cold?”

Crowley tried to think. He wasn’t having much luck thinking.

“Think last drink was too many,” he finally said. He was pretty sure he was supposed to be answering a question. Couldn’t actually remember what Aziraphale asked. “Right? Maybe a bad idea.”

“Maybe a bad idea,” Aziraphale agreed, spreading a blanket across him. Arms settles loosely around him, like they were insulating him from the rest of the world. “But it’s a very good idea for you to stay with me, hmm? You did get yourself into this, but I am quite content to watch over you.”

“Hn. Yeah.” Crowley closed his eyes, sinking deeper into Aziraphale’s embrace. “S’ good idea.”

He was still sore everywhere, not to mention miserable over the things that people did to each other, and he was pretty sure he was about to pass out from that last cup of wine. At least here, in Aziraphale’s arms, he could enjoy unconsciousness in total safety.

#good omens #book omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

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ghost-in-the-hall · 5 months ago

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Upcoming Fics!!

Hello hello!! It is time for another update! Let's see what we got cookin' today! What are you most excited to see?

Right Beside You (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF request - Vessel brings Reader a gift from camp, she invites him inside only for the storm, that was projected to hit later that day, rolls in even earlier than she had expected. Vessel attempts to comfort her all while the pair struggle to not get flustered in their close proximity. Cuteness ensues.

Troubled Waters (Iceburg x Fem! Reader) FLUFF/SMUT - thank you to @lunar-cherries for the name, oh my god it was eating me alive not knowing what to title this - Reader returns home to Water7 after years of spending her life at sea in order to try and run from the pain of her past. Upon arriving back on the island she quickly runs into Iceburg, who she had hoped to apologize to after all this time. After being reunited Reader quickly realized that Iceburg is the same man that she has called one of her best friends and that she was still as madly in love with him as the day she left.

Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) pt. 3 - @ruh--roh-raggy - much to Will and Henry's dismay, Reader gets reacquainted with an old familiar face from Freddy's. Sara, sensing her husband was hiding something about what had happened in the restaurant the day prior, decides to swing by. Noticing how she's staring at Will like a love sick puppy, offers to take Reader out on a girls day, and to offer her a supportive nudge into Will's arms. Fluff and silliness ensue as Will and Henry scramble to try and figure out just what the hell the two women are up to.

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) pt. 10 - After a stressful visit from an unexpected visitor, Reader and the boys try to think of a way to be less intimidating to the town. Famer IV makes a come back, lots of big strong Eepy's coming this chapter, more details to come...

Sweet Tooth (Dentist! Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) request - @ruh--roh-raggy not going to turn into a smut but definitely going to be very suggestive!! I just gotta say, I love this idea and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to getting around to working on this! What if Steve Raglan was your dentist? More details to come...

Untitled Dave Miller Smut - @ruh--roh-raggy - Dave's nasty, he's gross, he might be a vampire? Pretty much porn no plot. Again thank you @yellowbunnydreams for her feral Dave, chewing on him like a squeaky toy while I write this.

The Baptism (Charles Greywolf x Fem! Reader) SMUT - The third installment of The Sacrilege Series! Upon deciding to fully become a member of the Church, Reader has to be baptized. Father Charles, sensing her anxiety over having so many eyes on her, offers to help alleviate her nerves however he can. The pair find themselves alone in the ceremonial pool where Reader confesses her feelings for Charles, feeling guilty about falling in love with her mentor.

My first original story! - More details to come as I am going to make a poll about this, please vote! I would love to know which one you would like to see first!

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seths-rogens · 1 year ago

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for the writing prompts i GOTTA ask for #34 "why are you so cold" eeeeeeeee i'm twirling my hair already. pairing of your choice <3 and if 34 isn't inspiring, please go for which ever one you hoped someone would request!

okay this is longer than the last two prompts and Wayyyy spicier than anything I've ever posted (even if it is still fairly tame i think) but here u go bestie! hope u liiiike <3

word count: 2.9k | rating: E

cw: blood drinking

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34. Why are you so cold?

“What’re you cooking?”

Steve startles in his place by the stove, whipping round and slamming back up against the oven. Boiling water sloshes over the rim of the pan, soaking into the back of his t-shirt.

He barely feels it, too focused on the figure standing in the doorway to the hall. They’re drenched in shadow, features unrecognisable. He’d had the lights low to offset the migraine that was ever so slowly wearing off, but also because it felt wrong to turn the lights on at two in the morning.

He regrets that now.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Steve chokes out, wishing more than anything that he had his nail bat within reach. He glances off to the side, judging the distance between himself and the knife block. If only he could—

“Now, now, Stevie. That’s no way to treat an old friend.”

Steve inhales sharply, his eyes adjusting to the dark.

Long hair, lank and tangled. A once white shirt shredded and stained with blood so dark it seemed black. Torn jeans and muddied white Reeboks. Steve can't see past the tears in the clothes, but he knows it probably isn't pretty.

A dead man takes a step forward out of the shadows.

“Eddie.”

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” Eddie grins, baring his teeth. Even in the dark they gleam bright white.

“You’re dead.”

"I am?!" Eddie exclaims, starting to frantically pat himself down. Steve winces - that's gotta hurt. He pats at his chest, rests a hand over his heart and breathes deep. "God, you had me worried for a sec there, Stevie boy."

"This isn't real."

"Then what, pray tell, do you think it is?"

"A-a dream. Or a nightmare. Or... or Vecna's back and I'm his next goddamn victim. Fucking figures right?" Steve rambles on, borderline hysterical.

Eddie takes another couple steps closer. He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and ducks his head as if he's blushing. "Aw, Stevie, you dream about me?"

"No. They're nightmares." He takes a shuddering breath, squeezing his eyes shut. "It's just you dying over and over. Bleeding out in my arms, fucking screaming at me to help you." He scoffs before mumbling under his breath. "God, what am I doing? Talking to a freaking mirage."

Steve turns around and leans against the counter. He stares into the boiling water. The pasta's probably overcooked by now.

"You're not real." Steve mutters to himself in reassurance,

A hard line of pressure bares down against the expanse of his back. Steve's breath catches in his throat. "Are you sure, Sweetheart?"

Too solid, all too real, hands gently grasp his hips, before sliding round his waist. A gentle tug and he's pulled into a one-sided embrace. "Don't I feel real?"

Steve doesn't know whether to melt into the feeling or fight it off.

It's been strange, the last few months. Since they fought Vecna and closed the Upside Down off. Everyone's been different.

Steve included.

He tries hard to be the rock the group needs, but it weighs on him. He can take everyone else's pain, but who will take his?

But now, wrapped in strong arms, Steve feels his resolve waning. It would be so easy to fall apart.

He pushes the thoughts back. Eddie is dead. This thing behind him is a trick.

Steve spins, pressing his palms flat against Not-Eddie's chest and pushing. Quickly, he shifts to the side, leaning over to the switch on the wall and turning on the under cabinet lights.

He jumps when he turns back round, Not-Eddie much too close for comfort. "Afraid of the dark, are we, pretty boy?"

In the light, Steve takes a closer look. The skin beneath the tears in Eddie's clothes is smooth and unmarred where it should be mangled. The tips of his fingers are near black, like he'd dipped them in ink, the nails sharp. Steve glances at Eddie's grin, notices the extra length of each of his canines, the way they're sharp like fngs.

Finally, he meets Eddie's eyes. Sees the way they're tinged red. Gasps.

"Like what you see?" Not-Eddie smiles, those fangs of his pressing divots into his bottom lip.

Steve stares, only a little terrified. "You're not Eddie."

Eddie frowns. "It's a little bit different, I know, but that's what happens when you're the last meal of a few hundred alternate dimension demon bats."

"No... no, I--" Steve shakes his head. "You can't be him. You can't be."

"And why's that?"

Steve feels a sting in his eyes. His heart starts to pound. "You were dead. Your heart stopped." He tries to back away further, the counter at his back halting his futile efforts. "We left you there... Oh god... Eddie, we--"

He slides down to the floor, tucking his knees tight to his chest as his breath comes in short pants. "I'm so fucking sorry. I left you there. I... I'm sorry."

With a grace unseen of the Eddie of before,he slinks down to a crouch and speaks with a harsh clarity unlike his previous joviality. "My heart stopped, Harrington. I bled out. That isn't on you."

"But I--"

"No. It's on Vecna. You killed him, yeah?"

Steve nods. "Yeah."

"Then you did all you could. Like, avenged me or whatever."

Steve runs a hand down his face, surprised to find it coming away wet. "I'm still sorry."

"Steve... I--" Eddie reaches out, cupping Steve's cheek in the palm of his hand. Steve flinches at the sensation of skin touching skin. "What? What's wrong?"

"Why are you so cold?"

Eddie's skin is cold. Icy like the time Tommy pressed his hand to the back of Steve's neck after taking an ice bath. Cold like the snow Robin shoved down the back of his coat last winter. Cold like the waters of Lovers Lake, and the frigid air of the Upside Down.

It's inhuman.

Eddie sighs. "So uh, I don't think I'm human anymore." He grimaces awkwardly. "Surprise?"

"What do you mean you're not human?" Steve grits out through clenched teeth.

Eddie falls backwards onto his butt, sitting criss-cross applesauce across the room. The pot is bubbling over on the stove. Steve ignores it.

"Well. I should be dead, right? We've established that." He fiddles with a dirty strand of hair. "But all my bites are healed. And I can feel my teeth in my head. They ache and they're sharper than they were before. And..." He pauses, trailing off.

"Spit it out, Munson."

"And I can hear your heart beating. I can smell your blood."

Steve presses his fingers against the bridge of his nose. "So you're saying you're what exactly?"

"I think I'm a vampire."

"A vampire. Of course you are. Why wouldn't you be?"

"Look, I know we weren't that close, but I figured Henderson would freak out if I showed up at his house and the others' parents would ask too many questions."

"So I'm the last resort?"

"No, Steve. I came here because I trust you." He shrugs. "I thought we might've been friends if I'd made it out, y'know? I thought you might be willing to help."

Steve's shoulders slump as the weight of those words sets in. He nods. "What do you need?"

He smiles, canines glinting. "I'm fucking starving."

Steve laughs softly. "Well I've got enough overcooked macaroni if that works?"

Eddie smiles back. "Sounds good."

Steve pushes himself to his feet and offers Eddie a hand up, which he takes gratefully if the extravagant bow he offers means anything. He grabs two bowls and a couple forks, and dishes out the overdone monstrosity.

With a sheepish grin, Steve passes Eddie a bowl and sits next to him at the breakfast bar.

Steve digs in as Eddie takes his first mouthful.

There's quiet for a moment, then, "Hmm?"

"What?" Steve asks through a mouthful.

"I didn't consider this part."

"What part?"

"I'm a vampire, Steve."

"So?" He pokes at the pasta with his fork.

"Vampires don't tend to eat human food. Humans are the food."

Steve splutters, choking on a bite of pasta. He drops his fork, appetite gone.

"You don't have any raw meat by any chance?"

Steve grimaces. "Haven't really been able to stomach it since," He gestures to his bat bites, still healing. "Y'know." Eddie nods sympathetically. "I'd offer to drive to the butchers but since it's," He checks his watch. "Three-twenty-seven AM, I think they'll be closed. Sorry man."

Eddie slumps in his seat, running a hand through his mud streaked hair. "It's fine. I'm sure I'll last until tomorrow. Do you mind if I take a shower though?"

"Sure."

He leads Eddie up to his parent's bathroom. "Take as long as you like. I'll grab you a spare change of clothes."

Eddie nods with a smile and ducks into the bathroom. Steve waits until he hears the water running before rushing into his bedroom to pull out the comfiest clothes he owns. A soft pair of heather grey sweatpants and an old, worn in Hawkins Swim team t-shirt.

He folds them up and leaves them on the bathroom counter, keeping his eyes downcast.

He heads back downstairs, scrapes what's left of their food into the trash and starts to pace.

Eddie is alive and in his bathroom. *Eddie is alive and in his bathroom.*

He should be freaking out, and sure, some part of him is, but another part of him is overcome with a sort of overjoyed awe. Maybe he came back a little different, but at least he isn't dead.

It's at that moment that a thought crosses Steve's mind. Eddie is alive again, and he needs to do anything he can to keep him that way.

Steve settles on his parents long untouched bed and waits, raring himself to make an offer he never thought he would.

When the water shuts off Steve swears he feels his heart stop for a moment.

Eddie smiles when he opens the bathroom door, steam billowing out in a cloud after him. He's trying the ends of his hair with one of Steve's mom's 'hotel quality towels', wearing the borrowed pair of sweats and Steve’s old shirt. "That water pressure is insane, man. I don't think the trailer park has ever had anything like that."

"Ha. Yeah. So I was thinking--" Steve starts, holding himself tense.

Eddie laughs softly. "Don't hurt yourself."

"Funny." Steve rolls his eyes. "What I was gonna say was, you could always, uh, feed on me. If you want. If it's not like weird or whatever."

Eddie watches him with a stunned expression. Eyes wide and jaw slack.

Steve keeps going. "Just because you said you were hungry, and if you haven't eaten since you got out of the Upside Down - which we will be talking about by the way - then you probably really need to eat, right?"

"Right." Eddie nods, walking over to the opposite side of the bed to where Steve sits. "And you're just offering yourself up like a jock on a platter?" He shakes his head, sitting next to Steve, up against the headboard. "The kings are supposed to feast on the peasants, Stevie. Not the other way around."

"C'mon, man. You said you were starving."

"I could really hurt you, Steve. It's not worth that."

Eddie ducks his head and Steve grabs his wrist, squeezing a little."You trust me, right? So I can trust you back. I trust that you'll know when to stop. I trust that you won't hurt me."

"It's not that simple."

"You don't know that. You won't know if you don't try."

"You're reckless, you know that?" Steve just grins. Eddie hesitates. "Only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." Steve tilts his neck to the side. Edde starts to lean in, shuffling awkwardly to try and find a better angle. Steve takes pity. "Here, maybe this is easier." He swings a leg over Eddie's thighs and drops into his lap.

Eddie gasps as his weight settles. Their eyes meet and everything narrows. Nothing else matters, only two men in an empty mansion in Loch Nora.

Tentatively, Steve loops his wrists together behind Eddie's neck, the wet strands of his hair brushing his skin. "Is this better?"

Eddie nods, awestruck. “Yeah. That’s good.”

Steve nods. “Okay. Cool.”

A pause. They watch one another.

“You can bite me now.”

“Right.”

Eddie leans in, dragging his nose along the column of Steve’s neck, inhaling that sweet, tart smell.

Steve tries to repress a shiver.

Eddie bares his fangs, prepares to bite.

“Wait!” Steve stops him, ducking away from Eddie’s mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Is it gonna hurt?” “I don’t know.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “Continue.”

He closes his eyes, bares his neck once more.

It’s like a prick, at first, when Eddie’s fangs pierce his skin. A little uncomfortable but not unbearable.

But then, all encompassing heat. Spreading down, down from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Steve gasps, eyes flying open as he twitches in Eddie’s lap, clenching his hands into fists. The heat pools in Steve’s gut as he feels his sweatpants grow just that bit tighter. He rolls his hips without thinking, lets out a guttural moan as his eyes roll back into his head. Feels his toes curl in his socks.

Eddie pulls away. “Steve?”

“Don’t stop. Why did you stop?” His breath comes in short pants.

Eddie grimaced. “You seem a little, uh… compromised? I don’t wanna continue if you’re gonna hate me after. Don’t think I could live with myself.”

Steve meets Eddie’s eyes, sees the dark, wide circles of his pupils. His own probably just as large. “I don’t want you to stop. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

“Does it feel… does it feel good?”

“So fucking good. I want you to keep going.”

“You’re sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes, tangling a hand in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head and dragging him into a kiss, wet and messy with blood and spit. Eddie gasps against Steve’s lips.

When they pull back, his eyes grow ever darker as they take in the blood smeared around Steve’s mouth.

Steve leans into Eddie’s ear. Whispers. “Bite me again.”

With a moan, Eddie grips Steve at the roots of his hair, tugs his head to the side. Steve lets out an involuntary whimper.

“Fuck…” Steve sighs, eyes falling closed as Eddie’s teeth pierce his skin for the second time.

He feels his cock straining against its confines. He starts to roll his hips again, short, frantic jerks as he clenches and unclenches his hand in Eddie’s hair. “Eddie… fuck, Eddie, please.”

Eddie pulls off, licks over the punctures, presses his bloody lips to Steve’s adams apple. “What do you need, baby?”

Steve just whimpers, continues to grind in Eddie’s lap.

Eddie grasps Steve’s hips, stilling him. “Answer me, Sweetheart.”

Steve whines. “Fuck. Need you. Need more.”

“Good, that’s good, baby. You’re doing so well for me.” Eddie’s hands slide down to Steve’s ass, where he grabs both cheeks in a firm unrelenting grip. He squeezes, pulls, forces Steve to start a slow grind. “God, I wish I could rip you outta these, Stevie.”

Steve freezes, shudders, sits back in Eddie’s hands to meet his eye. Swimming black meets swimming black.

“Do it.”

“You’re serious?”

Steve nods. “I have other sweatpants.”

Eddie smirks. He digs his shoe nails into the fabric of Steve’s sweats, pulls until a loud ripping noise cuts through the quiet of the room. Eddie tears until he can pull the scraps away from Steve’s legs and drops them to the floor.

“Holy fuck.” Steve dives in for another kiss, grinding his barely covered cock against Eddie’s in his borrowed sweatpants as he shoves his tongue in Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie gropes his ass again, little fingers dipping down until they brush the now bare skin of Steve’s thighs below the hem of his briefs. He controls the rhythm and Steve can do nothing but let him.

“Can you come like this?” Eddie asks breathily. Steve just whines an affirmation. “Good. I want you to.” Eddie smirks, but the stuttering of his hips betrays how much he’s affected.

They become desperate, pace frantic and uncoordinated. They’re not kissing anymore, just breathing into one another’s mouths. Steve clutches tight to the back of Eddie’s shirt as Eddie shifts one hand from Steve’s ass and presses it hard to the bulge in his pants. “Come for me, baby.”

The coil in Steve’s stomach unwinds and he tenses as he falls over the edge, muscles pulling tight like a bowstring. He moans unintelligibly, eyes clenching shut as the roll of his hips turns to involuntary little jerks.

Everything fades to black.

When he comes to, he’s wrapped up in strong arms.

“Back with me?” Eddie asks kindly, a warm smile upon his - now clean - lips.

“How long was I out?” Steve sits up stiffly, stretching and rubbing his eyes.

“Just a little while. I got you some water.”

Steve grabs the water bottle on the bedside table, chugging down half before recapping it. “So we should do that again sometime.”

Eddie laughs. “You read my mind.” Steve turns to him, they share a smile.

Steve smirks. “Thought that was your job, Mr Vampire.”

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5 times John B helped clean JJ up and one time JJ did the same for John B

Okay so tarlos from 9-1-1 lonestar won the poll by a landslide but I'd already started writing this. I'll do that one next I promise.

This will be long.

TW: depictions of vomit, violence and abuse

Shouldn't really be any spoilers cause none of this is specifically canon. Also definitely canon divergent from season 5.

...

#1: 10 years old

John B saw it happen in slow motion. JJ was popping a wheelie on his new bike when the back tire caught on something, sending JJ flying over the handlebars to skid through the dirt.

"JJ!" John B yelled, running over to where his friend was laying on the ground. When he reached JJ he dropped down onto his knees in the dirt. JJ looked like he was in shock. He was laying on his side, staring blankly at one of his hands, which was scraped and bloody.

"Hey, JJ, are you okay?" John B asked, shaking his shoulder gently to try and snap him out of it. Still no response. "Jesus Jay," John B muttered, starting to look over JJ to assess his injuries. He had road rash all up his arms and down his legs where skin was exposed. His shirt was ripped, exposing a long cut on his side.

"John B?" JJ asked, having snapped out of his shock from the accident. He started to try and roll over but froze as soon as he moved, hissing in pain.

"Woah, hey, try not to move okay J?" John B said quickly, "You're pretty cut up but I need to make sure nothing's broken. Did you hit your head?" John B asked.

JJ shook his head, "Don't think so."

"Okay, good," John B continued inspecting his friend for injuries, checking each of his limbs and feeling for any bumps on his head. Thankfully nothing seemed to be broken, but JJ was bleeding a lot from all of the cuts and scrapes.

"Alright, nothings broken or anything serious, but we need to get you cleaned up. You think you can walk?" John B asked.

JJ nodded, managing to slowly get to his feet with John B's help. He draped his arm over John B's shoulder and let his friend help him walk back to the chateau. John B brought him to the bathroom and helped him sit on the closed toilet lid, then ran to grab the first aid kit.

When John B got back, JJ's eyes were closed, squeezed tightly shut with pain as all of his wounds throbbed. There were tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Hey," John B said, crouching down in front of him with his supplies. "It's gonna be alright J, I've got you bro," he said.

JJ opened his eyes and gave John B a watery half-smile, nodded worriedly.

"This is probably going to hurt, but I promise it'll feel better after. You can squeeze my shoulder or something if you want," John B offered.

JJ nodded again, "Just do it," he gritted out, leaning forward slightly to grab John B's shoulder for something to hold onto.

They were just kids, yes, but this wasn't the first time JJ had gotten himself hurt doing something stupid. John B had seen his Dad do this for both him and JJ many times, so he knew what to do. He used a damp washcloth to clean the blood and dirt from all of the wounds, one at a time. Then he used spread some antibiotic ointment over them, and covered them with bandages as best he as he could.

JJ's grip on his shoulder got tighter and tighter as they went, but John B didn't mind. Occasionally JJ would grunt or hiss in pain, but he otherwise kept quiet.

"All done Jay, that was the hard part. Now we just gotta get all the dirt off of your face and out of your hair," John B said when he was finished.

JJ nodded silently, tears cutting tracks down the grime on his face. John B used a new rag to wipe the dirt from JJ's face, then helped him turn to lean over the side of the bathtub so he could clean JJ's hair using the sprayer. When he was done, he helped JJ towel dry his hair and then got him some advil to help with the pain.

"Thank you Bree, you're a good friend" JJ said once he was all cleaned up, laying in John B's bed, eyes already drifting shut with exhaustion.

"Anytime dude," John B answered.

...

#2: 12 years old

"John B?" JJ's voice called from the front of the chateau. He had a habit of just showing up, but it had been like that their whole lives so John B was used to it.

"Hey man I'm back here," John B called back, he'd been trying to patch up a hole in the ceiling that kept leaking water. It had been raining for like 3 days and the bucket he'd put under the drip kept filling up.

"Hey," JJ said, voice closer now. But something was wrong. John B turned to look at his friend. JJ was soaking wet and filthy, covered in mud up to his knees and elbows, even smeared on his face. Thankfully he'd taken his shoes off so he wasn't tracking it everywhere, but he looked a mess.

"Jesus christ what happened to you?" John B asked, stepping down off the step stool he'd been using.

"It's like a swamp out there dude, kept falling over cause my feet would get stuck" JJ said, forcing a laugh.

"Did you walk here?" John B asked incredulously. This was the worst storm they'd had in years.

"Bike wouldn't start," JJ shrugged, avoiding meeting John B's eyes.

"You must be freezing," John B sighed. JJ shrugged again, but an involuntary shiver gave away the real answer.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." John B said, gesturing for JJ to follow him to the bathroom.

He turned the shower on, then grabbed a towel from the closet and set it on the counter. He reached under the sink to grab a plastic bag for JJ's clothes.

"Alright, put your clothes in here and we can throw them in the wash. I'll grab you something of mine you can wear for now," John B said.

"Thanks JB," JJ nodded, still not looking John B in the eye.

"Hey. Are you okay?" John B asked, ducking his head to meet JJ's eyes.

JJ shrugged. His favorite answer today apparently. "I'll be alright," he finally answered, looking away from John B again.

John B sighed. He knew something must have happened at home, but sometimes JJ was like this and he knew better than to push.

"Alright, I'll grab you some clothes and then I'll just be in my room trying to fix that damn leak. Take all the time you need okay? And holler if you need anything," John B said, reaching out to give JJ's shoulder a quick squeeze.

JJ nodded slightly, then turned away and started to get undressed. John B stepped out of the bathroom and headed back to his room. He grabbed a t-shirt and some sweatpants that he thought would fit JJ and slipped them in to the bathroom through the cracked door. Then he pulled the door shut behind him and headed back to his room.

And if John B heard JJ crying quietly while he cleaned himself up, no he didn't.

...

#3: 14 years old

"You're not driving home are you?" Kie asked as JJ walked - more like stumbled - toward his bike.

"S're I'am," JJ slurred.

"You're not letting him drive home are you?" Kie asked, turning her attention to John B.

"No. Jay, come on. You're staying here tonight," John B said, grabbing JJ by the elbow and pulling him away from his bike.

There had been a party on the beach, which had just wrapped up, and JJ was drunk. No, not drunk, wasted. Smashed. Plastered. Whatever word you wanted to use, it applied.

"M'kay," JJ shrugged, falling against John B as he tripped over his own feet.

"Jesus dude," John B mumbled, wrapping an arm around JJ's waist to help keep him upright as they walked the rest of the way to the house. While John B was nowhere near as far gone as JJ was, he wasn't exactly feeling the most stable himself either.

"Alright," John B sighed, "Let's get you inside J," he said, although he wasn't sure JJ was even with it enough to know what he was saying. He was leaning more and more heavily on John B as the seconds passed.

John B managed to drag JJ inside and deposit him onto the couch, where he slumped over the arm ungracefully.

"I'm gonna go get you some water okay? I'll be right back," John B said. He didn't get a response, but he hadn't really been expecting one. JJ might be blacked out.

He walked to the kitchen and filled up two cups of water, taking a few sips out of one himself before walking the other back for JJ. It was going to be kind of a chore to try and get JJ to do anything in this state, but he knew his friend would be hurting pretty bad tomorrow if he didn't at least drink a little water before passing out.

"Hey, brought you some water. I need you to try to drink some," John B said, sitting down next to JJ on the couch.

JJ groaned in response.

"Come on man, you'll thank me later I promise," he said, wrapping his arm around JJ's shoulders to pull him into an upright position.

"JB? Think m'gonna puke," JJ mumbled.

"Like right now?" John B asked, looking around for something he could quickly grab.

JJ answered him by puking all over himself.

"Crap," John B jumped up off the couch, hovering in front of JJ for a minute, unsure of what to do.

JJ looked up at him, seeming about as surprised by this development as John B was.

"Okay," John B said, taking a deep breath to pull himself together. He was not sober enough for this. "We gotta get you cleaned up," he said.

John B grabbed JJ under one arm, pulling him to his feet. JJ was immediately unsteady, stumbling then sagging against John B's side.

"Move your feet JJ," John B instructed, dragging JJ forward. Although very uncoordinated, JJ did manage to take some steps, helping John B get them to the bathroom.

John B sat JJ down on the edge of the bathtub, leaning him against the wall so he wouldn't fall over. He reached over to start the shower, then turned his attention back to JJ.

"Think you can manage a shower by yourself?" John B asked.

JJ looked at him, blinking slowly, but his eyes weren't focused, almost like he was looking right through John B. The only verbal answer John B got was a groan, which he took to be a 'no'.

"Alright," John B sighed. "I'll leave your boxers on, but I'm gonna have to take these clothes off you," he said.

JJ didn't respond, so John B forged ahead. He carefully pulled JJ's tank top over his head, managing to avoid getting any of the puke on either of them in the process. Then he pulled JJ to his feet, letting him slump against his chest as he pulled JJ's shorts over his hips. He quickly tossed the clothes into the sink then moved to help JJ into the shower.

John B cringed as he wrapped an arm around his practically naked best friend to help him into the shower and lower him down to sit in the tub. They'd always been close... but this was a line they'd never had to cross. John B hoped JJ wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.

John B let go of JJ for a second to reach up and grab the showerhead, when JJ pitched forward with a gag, bringing up more of the alcohol in his stomach. At least this time it went down the drain instead of all over his pants.

"Alright man, easy, I've got you," John B said, crouching down to rub JJ's back as he continued to heave over his lap.

"M'too dr'nk JB," JJ groaned in between gags.

"Yeah Jayj, I know," John B sighed. He pulled his own shirt off too, as it was getting soaked anyway.

Thankfully, JJ seemed to be done actively puking and was now just hunched over in the shower spray, breathing hard. John B reached up to grab the shower head to spray the rest of the mess down the shower, then to hose off JJ.

"JB? Dizzy..." JJ groaned, sagging against the shower wall.

"You'll feel better soon bud, we just gotta get some water in you and get you to bed," John B said, reaching over to turn off the shower then grabbing a towel off of the rack behind him. "Try to dry off okay? I'm gonna go grab you some clothes," he added, before heading to his bedroom.

When he returned with a change of clothes, JJ had managed to stand up and was drying himself off, leaned against the wall. Maybe the shower had sobered him up a bit.

"Think you can get dressed or do you need help?" John B asked.

"Can do'it," JJ answered, holding a hand out. John B gave him the clothes, thankful that JJ could at least do this part on his own, since it would require him being truly naked.

"I'll just be right outside if you need me okay?" John B added as he saw himself out, shutting the door behind him.

A few minutes later JJ stumbled out of the bathroom, fully clothed and free of vomit, which was a significant improvement over his state for the last hour or so.

John B managed to force a cup full of water into JJ before he passed out. After draping a blanket over JJ, John B grabbed the trash can from the bathroom, placing it next to the bed near JJ's head, just in case. Then he drank his own cup full of water and fell into bed next to his friend. He had a feeling they were in for a rough day tomorrow.

#4: 16 years old

John B hadn't heard JJ come in. He usually announced his presence, rather loudly. But this time he just appeared around the corner, sagging against the doorframe to the living room.

"JJ? Woah, hey, what's wrong?" John B jumped up off the couch. He moved to JJ's side, grabbing him by the arm to support him. JJ didn't answer, so John B helped him over to the couch.

And then he got a good look at JJ in the light and he knew exactly what had happened. Luke.

John B had known about what often went down at the Maybank house for years, but they never talked about it. Not that John B hadn't tried. He worried about JJ, and things had only gotten worse as they'd gotten older. But JJ always brushed it off, made a joke, and changed the subject.

This was worse than usual though. The black eye and the split lip was pretty standard, but the gash dripping blood down the side of his face and the hand shaped bruise on his neck? Fuck.

"JJ, what the hell?" John B asked softly, unsure of where to start.

JJ didn't answer, he just ducked his head, looking away from John B.

John B sighed, "Alright, let's just get you cleaned up," he said. He reached out and gave JJ's shoulder a quick squeeze before leaving to grab some supplies; first aid kit, damp rag, ice pack.

"Here, take this. Wherever hurts the most," John B said as he sat down in front of JJ, handing him the ice pack. JJ silently took it, pressing it against the side of his neck.

Then John B set to work cleaning up the cut on his face. It started above his left eyebrow and arched back into his hair. It was jagged, broken beer bottle he was guessing?

Once he had dabbed away most of the blood, he taped down a bandage down over the cut as well as he could. He swiped the cloth over JJ's lip, which was already looking swollen, making JJ wince in pain.

"Sorry," John B said, "Anywhere else?" he asked.

JJ still didn't say anything, but silently pulled up one side of his shirt, revealing another decent sized cut across his ribcage. John B bit his lip. This was bad. But JJ clearly still wasn't ready to talk about it. So he just nodded, and cleaned up the cut quietly.

"There, all fixed up," John B said. "You okay?" he added hesitantly.

JJ shrugged, which was more of a response than he'd given so far, and it was far from his usual joking deflection, so John b supposed that was progress.

"You want some tylenol? Water? Just tell me what you need man," John B continued.

This wasn't the first time he'd cleaned JJ up, not by far. There had been many biking accidents, drunken nights, and yes, fights. But they usually pretended he'd gotten the black eye from some kook, even though they both knew who had really done it. This felt different, heavier. And John B didn't know how to handle it.

For a long moment, JJ still didn't say anything. Then quietly, "I thought he was gonna kill me."

"Oh JJ," John B sighed, opening his arms to offer his friend a hug.

And before he knew it JJ was sobbing into his shoulder. John B wrapped his arms around JJ's back, holding him tightly as he cried.

"You're safe here Jayj, you're safe," John b repeated, over and over like a mantra. He didn't know what to say. Because it wasn't alright or okay and it wasn't going to be anytime soon. But as long as he was here, with John B, safe was something he could promise.

#5: 18 years old

"Yo, JB!" JJ called, already rounding the corner into John B and Sarah's room. He wasn't exactly good with boundaries, something Sarah had been forced to come to terms with.

"What's up dude?" John B asked, glancing up from the book he'd been reading.

"I need a favor," JJ started, sitting down on the bed next to John B. "So, I'm trying to do a thing today..." he trailed off.

John B set his book down, raising an eyebrow at his friend, who was acting strangely. JJ was fiddling with his hands and staring down at the floor. He seemed... nervous?

"You're doing a thing?" John B prompted.

"Yes. With Kie." JJ said.

"You're doing a thing with Kie? I'm gonna need a little more than that Jay," John B replied.

"I'm gonna ask her. To marry me," JJ finally spat it out.

"WHAT?! Oh my god JJ that's amazing," John B jumped up off the bed in surprise, hauling JJ up with him and wrapping his friend up in a big hug.

"Pipe down big guy," JJ shoved him off, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

"So?" John B asked, "What's the favor?"

"Can you help me, like, look decent. Or whatever?" JJ asked, recessing back to the squirmy, nervous demeanor he'd had when he first came in.

"Aww look at you, getting all dressed up for Kie," John B gushed, wrapping an arm around JJ's shoulders and making him blush furiously. "Come on, let's get you all cleaned up," he continued, laying it on thick.

"I hate you," JJ groaned, pulling away from him.

"No you don't," John B laughed. "You go shower up and I will find you something to wear," he said, shoving JJ down the hall toward the bathroom. "And you should actually use a comb for your hair!" he called after him.

"Yeah, yeah," JJ muttered just before he shut the bathroom door behind him.

Truthfully, John B couldn't have been happier for his best friend. He was so damn proud of him. JJ had come so far in the past few years, and it seemed like he was finally happy.

About 10 minutes later, JJ came back into the room with a towel around his waist, hair combed. John B nodded in approval, then showed JJ the options he'd found.

JJ settled on a short-sleeved Hawaiian button-up situation with a pair of khaki's and some sandals. It wasn't exactly business casual, but for the outer banks, this was about as dressed up as you could get.

"How do I look?" JJ asked, doing a little spin for John B once he'd gotten dressed.

"You look great man," John B said, clapping him on the shoulder, "You clean up pretty good."

JJ laughed and rolled his eyes, but John B could tell that he was happy with the look. "Thanks JB," he said.

"Of course man," John B nodded. "Hey, seriously though dude? I'm proud of you. And I couldn't be happier for you and Kie," he added.

"Slow down tiger, she hasn't said yes yet," JJ joked.

"She will Jayj, she will."

*P.S. she did

#6: 20 years old (John B)

JJ was awoken to someone banging on their front door and Kie shaking his shoulder.

"Wha?" he asked groggily. It was still dark outside.

"Go get the door," Kie whispered, nudging his shoulder again, as if trying to push him out of bed.

"Alright, alright," he muttered, sighing as he slid out of bed, quickly pulling on a pair of shorts before heading downstairs to see who the hell was banging on his door at god knows what hour of the night.

He flung open the door, ready to go off on someone, but then "John B?" JJ asked, shocked to see his friend standing in front of him.

"Hey," John B said quietly. He was soaking wet from the rain, ghostly white in the light of their porch, and shaking like a leaf despite the muggy summer air.

"What the hell happened to you?" JJ asked, grabbing John B's arm and pulling him inside, shutting the door behind him.

"S-sorry, I k-know it's late but S-sarah's visiting w-wheezie and, and-"

"Woah, hey, it's all good man, just relax," JJ interrupted, "I've got you," he added, grabbing John B's shoulder to pull him in for a hug. He could feel the warmth radiating off of his friend, which explained the feverish delirium John B seemed to be in.

"JJ? Who was it?" Kie called, slowly moving down the stairs to see what was going on since JJ hadn't come back right away.

"I got it Kie, you can go back to bed," JJ told her.

She took a few more steps down until she could see JJ and, “John B?” she asked in surprise. "Is he okay?" she added, watching as John B leaned more and more of his weight against her husband.

JJ gave her a half-shrug half-nod and a small smile to let her know that he had it under control. She nodded in understanding. John B and JJ had always had a special bond, sometimes they just needed eachother. So she headed back upstairs.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up with a shower and then we'll find some medicine cause boy you are burning up," JJ said, shifting to wrap an arm around John B's waist so he could guide him to the bathroom.

He helped John B sit on the counter while he got the shower turned on and grabbed a towel. Then he slipped out for a moment to run upstairs and grab some spare clothes for John B to wear.

"What's going on Jay?" Kie asked as he entered the bedroom.

"Don't know exactly yet, he said Sarah's gone for a couple days and he's kind of out of it. Running a pretty good fever, but he seems freaked. Nightmare maybe," JJ shrugged, grabbing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that he thought were just big enough for him that they'd fit John B.

"Poor thing, he walk here in the rain?" she asked in concern.

"Think so," JJ nodded, "Don't wait up okay? I might be a while," he told her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss before he headed back downstairs.

John B had managed to peel off his wet clothes and get into the shower. JJ picked up the wet clothes and tossed them into the washer in the mud room next door, then returned to set the fresh clothes out on the counter.

"I brought you some clothes JB, they're just on the counter," JJ said.

He could see John B's silhouette through the shower curtain. He was sitting down on the floor of the shower, knees to his chest.

"You okay in there?" he asked when he received no response. John B hummed in what JJ hoped was agreement.

"I'm gonna get you some water and some medicine and then you can meet me out on the couch when you're done okay?" JJ told him. "Holler if you need me," he added.

"Mkay," John B mumbled back, which was a slightly better response. So JJ stepped out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked so he would be able to hear John B if he did need anything.

He walked to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water and grab a few advil tablets from their designated medicine cabinet. When he got back to the living room, he could still hear the shower running, so he set the water and the pills on the coffee table then worked on gathering some pillows and blankets to get John B set up on the couch.

A few minutes later, John B opened the door to the bathroom, walking slowly over to JJ and sinking down next to him on the couch. Almost immediately, he leaned against JJ's side.

"Shower help any?" JJ asked, draping an arm over John B's shoulders.

"Yeah a little," John B shrugged.

"Good, good. Think you can tell me a little bit more about what happened?" JJ said.

John B sighed, "Sarah left on Monday to go visit Wheezie." After taking a shaky breath, he continued "You know it's, it's still just hard sometimes, like at night. Being alone." John B looked down at his hands, which JJ could see were shaking.

"Nightmare?" JJ asked in understanding. He was no stranger to them himself, especially when Kie wasn't home. John B nodded.

"I still get 'em too," JJ said, "You're also running a fever, which probably didn't help," he added.

"Yeah, woke up shivering, with my head pounding as bad as my heart," John B said.

"Here, take these," JJ handed him the pills and the water, which John B obediently took.

"Thanks Jay. Sorry, I know it's late. I can get out of your hair now, I just needed someone for a minute," John B said.

"Woah, cool your jets bro, you're not going anywhere. If you think I'm letting you walk back home in the rain when you're sick and shit then you've got another thing coming," JJ told him.

"Are you sure?" John B asked, although he looked relieved.

"Of course, couch is all made up for you," JJ said, gesturing to the pillow and the pile of blankets.

John B nodded, moving to lay down. JJ stood up, grabbing a couple of the blankets to drape over his friend.

"Thank you," John B whispered, eyes already drifting closed.

"Anytime Bree, we're just upstairs if you need us," JJ said, giving John B's shoulder a squeeze before he headed upstairs to get some sleep himself.

#jj maybank #john b routledge #outer banks #jj and john b #jj needs a hug #john b needs a hug #best friends #tw: abuse #tw: vomit #hurt comfort

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hereforthefanficsandromance · 11 months ago

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The Way He Looks at You Series

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Chapter Summary

You and Cal work together to deal with the effects of the drug. Rating: 18+ Words: 3.5K

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The kiss is hot; tongues sliding past one another, desperate to taste and feel every inch of the other’s mouth. Finally, touching her like this, my overwhelmed lower body humps the space between her legs. I can’t help myself. She is equally eager and kisses me with more ferocity than she had before the accident.

I pull away from her lips, trailing messy kisses down her neck. She rewards my efforts with small moans, her fingers raking through my scalp, desperate to hold me near. I pin her against the wall with my body, releasing one hand from her thighs to unbutton my pants. I need to get inside of her, to stake my claim on her body and remind her of how she used to yearn for my touch.

It’s not how I imagined us getting back together, but it’s inconsequential. She stiffens before moving her hands to press against my chest, pushing me away. My stomach drops, realizing that this is likely a preview of my inability to win her back past today.

I pull back, allowing her bare feet to touch back onto the soft carpet. A frown on my face as I look at her. I touch my hands gently to her exposed arms, hoping to console her, and bring her back to wanting me.

She stares at my chest. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

I repress the building hurt and rage. “Don’t ever apologize for touching me.”

She meets my gaze, her eyes filled with regret and lust. My heart breaks, knowing she is not mine, that she still belongs to a man who cast her aside.

Her hands continue to push against me, requiring I step back to appease her. “I’m so sorry. I just have to… This is not happening. I gotta go.”

She pulls away, turning towards our bedroom, my fingers lingering on her arm as she steps out of reach. “No, I’m sorry I shouldn-”

She doesn’t turn back, slipping through the open door and closing it to escape me. My eyes close as I stand where she left me, coming to terms with my failure.

I take a few steps backwards until I am leaning against the opposite wall that I had pinned her against. My body feels heavy, or perhaps it’s just my heart. Either way, I allow gravity to overtake me, sliding down the wall until I am seated at its base.

It’s time to release her since it is clear we cannot rebuild. She’ll return to the Rebellion, to the Jedi. My enemy will train my son; perhaps for the best, at least my child will not face the devastation of the Dark Side.

I imagine her life, watching her hold my son, perhaps pregnant with another of the Jedi’s children, fighting against the Empire, growing old. Without me. While I sit in this tower, knowing she exists but refusing to act on the knowledge of new Force users. Likely being executed to protect her.

She’ll never know the extent of my love for her, the extent of how she changed me. How she comes into the lives of others and improves them. If I cannot give her that appreciation, I hope the Jedi figures it out and worships her as she deserves.

A few tears fall from my eyes, dropping and disappearing into the dense black material of my pants. Despite the pain I feel, I remain hard; the drug working relentlessly to keep me in this needy state.

I rise to my feet, knowing what I must do, preparing to tell her the truth about our meal. We’ll get through the effect of today separately and I’ll write myself a note explaining what happened today and that it’s time to let her go. Tomorrow I’ll ensure she safely leave Coruscant.

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You’re in the bathroom, staring in horror at your reflection, when you hear a knock at the door. You don’t immediately answer, not wanting to face the consequences of your actions. What you did is wrong, despite how good Cal looks. You aren’t sure what your relationship is with Theo, if Cal is telling the truth.

Cal knocks again. “Hey, I’m really sorry. I should have told you sooner.”

“What?”

He sighs. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but I think the Chak juice was tampered with during transport. I looked it up after I began feeling, uh, horny.”

Your mouth drops open at his crude words and confession. The pieces fall into place on why you’ve been so willing to touch and kiss Cal. Part of you feels better knowing it’s not your fault.

“There have been other cases of it being laced with a sex pollen, of sorts. I’m really sorry, I should have told you once I found out. I was worried you would think I had done it on purpose.”

You feel suspicious; you know how badly Cal wants you, maybe he orchestrated everything to trick you into fucking him. Eyes narrowing at the closed door, assuming the worst intentions of the man behind it. You say nothing, allowing him to dig his own grave.

“Look, I’m going to give you space to do what you need to do to take care of any urges the drug may have caused. The bedroom is yours. I’ll be locking myself away in my office. If you need anything, just knock. Again, I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to trick you, I just wanted to give you something special. I understand if you’re mad.”

His voice and willingness to leave you alone doesn’t align with your suspicions; perhaps he’s telling the truth. He could easily take advantage of you today, but he isn’t. He could have forced himself on you in the hall, but he released you the moment you pushed him away. Cal has never crossed a line on purpose, always requiring your consent.

The ache in your cunt urges you to believe him, to forgive him. You shake your head and sigh, knowing that you should think your actions through. Impulsivity is the reason you are now hiding in his bathroom.

Your hand moves to open the door, ignoring your concerns. “Cal, wait…”

Cal turns, releasing the handle of the partially opened bedroom door. “Yes?”

You chew your lip before speaking, searching his face for any sign of lying. “You didn’t do it on purpose?”

His forehead wrinkles with worry, panic clearly etched into the lines. “No, never. I would never trick you or try to have you without your consent. All I wanted was to give you a special day.”

You watch him for a moment longer, waiting to see if he drops his guard, but he looks genuinely concerned that you view him as a monster. A special day, you think, feeling your own wetness and seeing the bulge in his pants, a smile breaking on your face. “Oh, it’s special alright.”

He matches your expression, eyes crinkling in flirtatious joy. “It definitely is up there.”

He waits, and you wonder if he is in your mind. You don’t want him to know your decision before you do, so you open your mouth and start speaking, allowing you both to discover what you will say. “You don’t have to go…maybe we can help each other out.”

The smile wipes from Cal’s face, being replaced by a darker and hungrier expression. “I’m listening.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies, reveling in the way he looks at you. He’s so handsome, the Jedi physique always does it for you. You’d like to see more of his body, to feel all of it, every inch.

You can’t meet his eye as you speak and hear the bedroom door click closed. “My fingers aren’t cutting it. I NEED something inside of me.”

To your surprise, he doesn’t immediately lunge at you. “You have two hands…”

You search his face for answers as a smirk tugs at his lips. Speaking carefully and this time, looking right into his intense eyes. “Yes, but I need something…bigger.”

Cal watches you for a breath before speaking. “My fingers?”

You bite your lip, trying not to show how much you need his fingers in you. “Yes, and…maybe even bigger?”

He smiles, but it’s predatory, as though he’s hunting you. “Oh. Yes, I can definitely provide that.”

You chuckle. “You think it’s big enough?”

He takes a step forward, chin raising, reminding you of his power. “It should keep you quite full.”

You resist taking a step away. “One stipulation.”

He steps forward again, dropping some of his dominant aura. “Anything.”

“We pretend like this didn’t happen tomorrow. I refuse to make any big decisions about our relationship while under the effects of this…stuff.”

Cal nods. “Absolutely. Today is a onetime deal. I won’t bring it up ever.”

You give him a hard look. “You sure you can handle that?”

He reaches out, middle finger trailing down your cheek, you lean into the touch. “Yes. I am only helping you.”

You glance down at his clothed erection. “And I’m helping you?”

He tilts your chin up. “You never have to help me.”

“So I’m not?”

He leans in. “You are, but your pleasure comes first.”

You give him a mischievous look, raising your eyebrows. “Unless you do…”

He chuckles softly, his face inches from yours. “I can’t promise I won’t be more sensitive than usual, but I’ve already cum twice and I’m still hard. I’ll keep you full and stay focused on you.”

His proximity shuts down any humor you previously felt, looking into his eyes, then at his lips. “Yes, Cal.”

He kisses you softly, his lips grazing across yours, waiting for your response. You tilt your head back, a sharp inhale parting your lips, Cal’s top lip fills the void. He starts slow, pressing kisses against your mouth, coaxing you into asking for more.

As you push your tongue forward, Cal’s tongue moves to meet you. He is more gentle this time, savoring each kiss.

“Cal, I appreciate how you’re kissing me. But I need you now.”

Cal smiles, nose bumping against yours. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You flush, embarrassed at being so honest. “Please, Cal, I don’t want to say it…”

Cal shrugs and resumes the painfully slow kisses. You try to be okay with it, try to allow the delicate pace, but the drugs are making it harder to stay calm when you could ride him right now.

After what feels like an eternity, you break the kiss, your palm on his chest, pushing him backwards. However, your fingers curl into the thin material of his tank top, preventing him from fully pulling away. He glances down at your hand in appreciation.

“Fine, please just fuck me. Take off both our clothes, have me in every position you like. Please fill me now.”

He tilts his head. “Now? I suppose I can improvise until our clothes are off.”

One of his hands snakes down your body and between your thighs, plunging two fingers deep into your weeping hole, eliciting a groan from you. Your eyes flutter closed and you feel his free hand tug your dress up and over your head, exposing your naked body to him. He pumps his fingers into you, curling with each movement.

You force your eyes open to watch as he undresses, excited to see his body for the first time. He reaches behind his neck to tug the material up and over his body, letting it land on his occupied wrist. You take in every part of his muscular form, mouth watering in delight.

He gives you an amused look before meeting you for an open-mouthed kiss, tongues stroking against one another in need. You wrap your arms around his neck, hoping to pull him closer. Hearing the sound of pants sliding down his legs; you pull back to look but he does not release you from the kiss, instead guiding you backwards towards the bed.

As the backs of your knees hit the mattress, Cal pulls his fingers out of your cunt, leaving you wanting. His shirt slips free of his wrist and you finally see him fully nude. He looks painfully erect, and you want to soothe both your desires.

“On your back. I want to watch your face the first time you cum.”

You move with haste into position and Cal follows you, his movements deliberate. He settles between your spread legs, looking over your body. “So obedient.”

You laugh. “Don’t get used to it.”

He positions his length at your entrance. “We’ll see about that. I get the feeling you are going to do whatever I ask for the rest of today.”

Cal doesn’t give you an opportunity to respond, instead pushing forward, sliding until he is fully inside of your soaked cunt. You reach out to grab his shoulder, needing to touch him more.

“Fuck, Cal.”

He pulls out, readying to thrust. “I intend to.”

Your brain feels like it’s melting from the pleasure you are receiving, heightened by the drug’s hold on your mind. Cal pumps himself repeatedly into your body, each stroke slamming the head of his cock into your cervix. Neither of you keep your composure, both fighting to not orgasm.

You speak first. “Cal, I’m really close.”

Cal continues the brutal pace but forces himself to watch your face, keeping his promise. You look up into his eyes, seeing his desire, and something else. Watching someone so good looking take pleasure in your body pushes you over the edge, spasming and clenching around him. Cal watches as long as he can before his own eyes close, cumming with you.

He doesn’t give you a break, which you are grateful for. One orgasm wasn’t enough, and you can’t stand the thought of being empty right now. He pulls out only for a moment, guiding you onto your hands and knees.

As his cock enters you again, you feel his hand pushing down between your shoulder blades. At first, you aren’t sure what he is doing, but allow him to press you down into the mattress, arching your back. Each thrust feels more delicious in this position and you cry out.

“Like I said, you are obedient. It suits you. Being mine suits you.”

You turn your head to look back at him, rolling your eyes. He snickers and grips your hips, pulling your body against his, using you. A wet slapping sound fills the room, egging you on.

You reach between your legs to stroke your clit, however; you find it’s easier to hold your hand steady and let Cal drag your body against it. Forcing you to grind against your own fingers. Your nipples rub against the smooth comforter, shooting sparks through your body. Each movement coiling pleasure in your abdomen, moans flowing easily from your lips.

Cal grunts. “You’re…so…tight…”

You feel him unloading inside of you; he fucks you through it, ensuring your pleasure is uninterrupted. The notion is so hot that you follow shortly after he is done. Clamping down hard around his overstimulated cock as you twitch in pleasure.

“Fuck, Light, it’s a lot.”

Cal’s pleas go ignored as you ride the high of your orgasm, fucking yourself on him through the aftershocks. Cal lets loose a stuttered collection of grunts, his fingers digging into your hips.

You stop moving, panting as your left cheek rests against the bed. The need in your body is ready for another round, but you are physically exhausted, wondering how the two of you could keep going.

Cal brushes some of the hair off your neck, helping cool your body. “Light, do you want to cum again?”

You rise to your hands. “Yes, but I’m already tired.”

You laugh, feeling surprised by the exhaustion. Normally, you could go much longer, especially with the added stimulant.

Cal pulls his still hard length out of you, causing you to whine.

“Pregnancy is known to do that.”

You turn to face him, ignoring his words. “Please, I need you in me.”

Cal smiles and kisses you once. “But you’re too tired to keep going.”

You give him your best wide-eyed look. “Yes.”

Cal thinks, looking over your body, making you shift. “I may have an idea. Stay here.”

He climbs off the bed and walks out the door. You can’t help but look him over from behind. If the Force has a favorite, it’s Cal. Every inch of his body is muscular and perfect, making you want to never let him go.

You could stay with him, you’re pregnant with his child after all, that’s reason enough to stay. You could be his little wife, allow him to fuck you every night, fill you with more of his babies. Perhaps bring him back to the Light side, start a life far from here.

Cal interrupts your thoughts by returning to the bedroom, holding a funny-looking device that you recognize as a smaller holopad. He holds it up for you to see. “This used to be yours. You read some rather interesting books before the accident.”

You give him a funny look, confused at what he intends to do with the device and your current situation. His erection pressing high against his lower stomach. Cal arranges the pillows and sits at the head of the bed, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

You move quickly to straddle him, sinking down, fulfilling both your needs with a whine. You rest your head against his shoulder and he absent-mindedly strokes your back.

“I’ll keep you filled while I read your old books to you. If you find you need to ride me, please do so at any time.”

You think the entire situation is odd but snuggle against his chest, breathing in his scent, agreeing to his terms without words. Cal reads aloud, the rumble of his voice pleasantly sounding each word. You aren’t listening at first, but as he continues, you realize this is no ordinary story.

Cal is reading you pornography.

You lean back to look at his face. “Um…Cal, what are you reading?”

Cal snickers. “You tell me, this is what you were last reading before your accident.”

Your eyes widen and you decide against pressing the issue, instead leaning against him, listening in fascination to the filthy words. Cal reads to you for hours, mostly you listen, but each time there is a burst of energy, you ride him. Your movements often distracting him until he puts the holopad down and helps you ride, hands gripping your hips.

You chase orgasms whenever you can, Cal never pushes for more than what you can take. Part of you wonders how he might use your body if your pleasure didn’t come first as he promised. If he might have spent each minute fucking all thoughts from your brain.

But you are happy to lie in his arms instead while he strokes your head and reads. Apart from the cock warming and the pornography Cal reads to you, it’s innocent enough to cuddle with him for hours. You could see yourself curled up beside him more often, enjoying his warmth and scent.

“Cal?”

Cal’s eyes stay focused on the words on the screen. “Yes, my love?”

Your cheeks heat at his word choice, knowing he forgot the nature of your relationship. “We agreed we won’t speak about this ever again…”

Cal looks at you with concern. “Yes.”

You press your lips together. “Maybe we could act like it happened, but not jump back to sex. At least, not right away?”

Cal drops the reader on the bed, both hands moving to cup your cheeks, pulling your face close. “I would do anything for you.”

He presses a kiss to your mouth, you eagerly respond. Your arms wrap around his neck as he flips your bodies, pinning you to the bed. “We’ll start fresh tomorrow. Let me have you one last time.”

You smile and nod, dragging him back down into another kiss. Cal maintains the kiss while moving his hips, slow and deliberate, ensuring your exhausted cunt enjoys every motion. The way he fucks you differs from the other times today. You assume the drugs must finally be wearing off, hoping that you might sleep in each other’s arms tonight.

Cal sucks at your bottom lip as he moves, each thrust thoughtful. He kisses you, hands still holding your face as you both cum. Each kiss feels final, but you know it is only the beginning. Both exhausted, you finally feel satiated, and Cal’s erection softens.

He fetches you one of his black shirts to wear for sleep, dressing himself in his usual lounge wear. He climbs back into bed and wraps his body around yours, his nose resting in the crook of your neck. As you fall asleep, you become unaware of the man left awake in the room.

The Inquisitor who cries softly into your hair, knowing the best day of his life will soon be forgotten. Who untangles himself from your body once he is too tired to fight off sleep. Who sets up a makeshift bed on the floor beside you, falling into a fitful sleep, forgetting the gift you gave him.

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genork-the-fandork · 6 months ago

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Word Count: 525 Prompt: & Sora A/N: I honestly think I'm a little bad at writing interactions between Taichi and Sora. Maybe it has something to do with my personal attachment to him, or maybe it has to do with the fact that I (admittedly) don't think of them often. I'm always worrying about his interactions with Yamato, Hikari, Koushiro... but not Sora. I hope to rectify that here, even if it rehashes some of the same pain I touched on in the Yamato drabble. Here's to you, Sora! @taichiyagamiweek

There had been a time when being in the same room as Sora had been as easy as breathing. Another part of himself, someone he could rely on, always. Of course, he could still rely on her, and he always would be able to, but something had changed over the years. He was well aware that part of it was his fault, the way he let his feelings dictate his every move, but he also knew that Sora would tell him they were both at fault. Even on the days when he wasn't sure if he knew her, he understood her all too well.

"You, too, huh?" he murmured, noting the distinct lack of a certain pink-feathered bird. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Sora bowed her head, some strands of her hair falling over her face. "It hurt too much."

"Yeah. I get that." He tapped his fingers awkwardly on the table, trying to find something to say. It had been a while since they'd last seen each other, long before either of them had faced a greater loss than they were willing to go through. Taichi thought perhaps it would bring them closer together, as it had for him and Yamato, but maybe it was bound to drive them further apart.

"Taichi," Sora said quietly. When he looked up, she was giving him that look of sheer compassion she'd always been a pro at directing his way "I'm so sorry."

He blinked, and suddenly they were both in tears. Across the table, their hands sought each other, curling into each other as they had back when they'd played soccer together. Instead of congratulating each other on a job well done, however, they were sharing in a pain neither of them had imagined they would feel. For so long, the Digimon had simply been a part of them. Why did they have to be taken away so soon?

Bent over themselves, they cried out all the pain they'd been bottling inside for the sake of the others. Taichi had thought that perhaps their bond could never truly return to what it had been, once upon a time. He wasn't so sure of that anymore. Funny how the Digital World was still bringing them together, even as it tore their hearts out.

It took a while, but Taichi eventually straightened and squeezed her hand. "We should go get some water. I feel a headache coming on."

She smiled as she got up and followed him out of the room. "And here I thought I was the group mom."

He laughed guiltily. "You look after us, but you gotta let us look after you, too, sometimes." Meeting her brown eyes with his own, he added, "Besides, the three of us only have each other now."

Sora just stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. "That's not true. We still have five other friends."

"There she is," he said to himself as she entered the kitchen ahead of him. It would always hurt—that was the thing with losing your literal other half. But maybe, just maybe, some of the old Sora would still be around.

#digimon #taichi yagami week #taichi yagami week 2024 #gen writes #digimon drabble #taichi yagami #sora takenouchi

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kaekae-x0x0 · 2 years ago

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Welcome Home - Phantom of the Opera AU

Part 7/?

MASTERLIST HERE

A/n: I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH! THANK YOU FOR THE CONTINUED SUPPORT WITH THIS!

Anyway- I’m really sorry for not being consistent with my posting. I try to post as often as I can but schools a massive pain, and I have my finals coming up… so I don’t think I’ll update this for a few days or so.

Now onto the story!

You and Howdy walked to the shop arm in arm after packing up your picnic. You didn’t feel the greatest, considering you lied to the only person who honestly wanted to help, but you would tell him about it… eventually.

You went into the guest bedroom to change to go to sleep, and you couldn’t help but stare in the mirror.

It wasn’t that you were looking at anything in particular, it just felt that somewhere, someone was staring at a mirror too, full of guilt for something they’ve done.

Knock knock knock

“Come in.”

Howdy came in and gave you a small wave with a familiar smile. He carefully sat down on your bed and invited you to sit with him.

You smiled and accepted the invite.

“Lovebug, I’m sorry to bring it up, but I want to talk.” He said.

“About what?”

“Look, I know we’re engaged, and the masquerade is coming up, but I don’t really feel comfortable letting the whole… well everyone to know about it.”

You nodded in agreement, “yeah, I’d like that too.”

He smiled as he gently took your hand as he stood up, he guided you over to an old style record player.

A song (playlist should be linked above) played from the speaker. You laughed as he put two hands on your waist (his other hand is on your waist on the other side.) and held your hand with one too.

You two began to slow dance around the room, laughing at every mistake YIU both made. Although Howdy always told you he had four left feet, he always seemed to step on your feet less often than you did to him.

You two lost your balance and feel to the ground, you both laughed.

Howdy stopped laughing and turned over to you.

“Darling I love you so much…”

You smiled as you took his hand, “Oh Howdy, I love you too.”

Howdy sat up, “I gotta wake up early to open up the shop…” he leaned over to give you a kiss, “I love you, my dear. Goodnight.” He got up and left, leaving the door cracked open.

“Goodnight Howdy.”

You turned out the lights and laid down on your bed, and just kinda stared up at the ceiling.

You tried to close your eyes to sleep, but all you could think of was Wally. His hair, his smile, his… mask.

Because you couldn’t sleep, you decided to see him once more, maybe last time was just a backlash, something he was overwhelmed about.

You left Howdy’s house and sighed.

“Why do I keep going back?” You asked yourself.

You reached out to open the door—it was locked.

You were surprised, it was never locked before…

You shrugged as you walked back to Howdy’s place.

“Maybe he’s still just a bit angry…” you pondered.

-Masquerade-

Just a fancy time skip because I don’t know when y’all’s birthdays are, just pretend the masquerade happens on your birthday cause that’s how I’m writing it.

The neighbors were planning this ever since you and Howdy got engaged. You both knew about it, but just never really put much thought into it.

Julie and Sally were put in charge, and boy did they deliver. The space was decorated with f/c colored EVERYTHING but it didn’t look crowded or tacky!

“I really hope you’ll like it!” Julie said to you.

“Like it? I love it Julie!” You replied, giving her a massive hug for her hard work.

Poppy ended up pitching in for you and Howdy’s costumes. She mainly stuck with masks with fancy embroidery, matched with simple yet elegant clothing.

Howdy looked absolutely stunning in his costume, and you felt absolutely amazing in yours, both of you were sure to give Poppy your appreciation.

Sally had the grand idea to come up with entertainment, which included some of Julie’s siblings to dance, and you to sing.

Sure enough, as the day turned to night, people started to come in from a town over ready to celebrate. Howdy wanted to talk to you beforehand, so you both stepped away from the crowds to have a conversation.

“I was thinking, and I think it would be best to make the engagement public.” He began.

“What? What about what happened months ago? What if he finds out?”

“But darling, you haven’t seen him for months… he could be gone.”

“We’re keeping it secret, I don’t want to risk it.”

“Why are you so afraid?” He asked stepping towards you.

You cowered downward in an act of defense. You took a deep breath and stood straight back again.

“Why is it now you’re arguing with me over this? We agreed to keeping it secret. Why change it now?”

“Because I want to let people know I love you, I want them to know I am somehow the luckiest man alive” he softened his voice and lightly touched your face.

You leaned away from his touch.

“I thought you would only follow through with something if it was what I wanted.”

“I want this. It’s always ended up being what you want in this relationship.”

“You told me you wouldn’t push me to do something I wasn’t comfortable with. You told me you wanted to keep me safe.” You stepped forward with every sentence, causing him to back off.

“…”

Tears began to burn in your eyes. You blinked to try to prevent yourself from crying.

“You know what… if you want to make it public, I don’t care. Put me at risk for him to find me again. It’s not like I care.”

You walked away, the tears finally falling.

#welcome home howdy #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #howdy x reader #welcome home au #welcome home phantom of the opera au #welcome home wally #welcome home arg

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reigningqueenofwords · 7 months ago

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Maryanne

Pairing: Bruce x Reader, Martha x Thomas Word count: 3,192

Read on AO3

Part 14 of Without Me

Your hand gripped Bruce’s tightly as you made your way to the party. Everyone looked at you once you defended the stairs. You held your head high despite being jello on the inside. Part of you wished you’d insisted on wearing sneakers, but knew that probably wouldn’t have been taken well by Martha.

Bruce smiled at different people. “Hello.” He greeted before stopping on the last step.

“Everyone.” Martha announced. “Please welcome our son and daughter in law. Your future bosses!” She beamed proudly.

You gave them a shy wave at that. “So be nice to us.” Bruce half joked, eyeing everyone. “And Merry Christmas!”

Everyone clapped and cheered, people staring at you the most. Whispers spread throughout the crowd. Swallowing, you glanced at Bruce, who gave you a wink. You followed him, shaking hands with many people.

“Ah, here comes one of those guys I hate.” An older man approached. “Max!” He grinned. “See aging isn’t going well for you.”

You tried your best not to giggle at that as Max didn’t look too pleased. “Bruce. Immature as ever.” He sighed. “Surprised you have a wife by your side.”

“Same here, bud.” Bruce shrugged. “At least I have a date.”

“As do I. My dear daughter just got back from Harvard.” He explained. “I’m sure you remember Maryanne.”

Bruce instantly looked pained. “I happen to, yes.” He sighed as she stood next to him.

“Hi, daddy.” She looped her arm through his. “Oh, hello Bruce.” She grinned. “Long time no see.” She told him.

Bruce sighed. “It has been a while. Congrats on getting into Harvard. I know you always wanted that.”

You could tell he wasn’t being genuine and couldn’t help but stare her down as she looked at you. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Bruce’s wife.” You held out your hand.

“Maryanne.” She shook it. “Bruce and I were serious before we got accepted to different colleges.” She explained. “Congratulations on being Mrs. Wayne.” She smiled.

It almost bothered you that she was being nice. It gave you a bad gut feeling. “Congrats on Harvard.” You told her.

“Thank you. Daddy here wanted to help me with getting entry but I wanted to prove that I could do it myself.” She explained as if you were long lost friends. “You study, right?” She smiled.

“Yeah, that’s where we met.” Bruce told her. “She’s the smartest. Best writer, ever.”

She grinned. “How cool! I like to write too.” She told you. “What was your major?”

You bit your lip. “Communications and journalism.” You told her. “I want to either write for a magazine or help write reviews. I haven’t decided.”

She nodded, looking interested. “Those would be awesome jobs.” She said encouragingly. “I have access to loads of databases. I can always give you my login so you can see what you like?” She offered. “Getting into journalism can be really tough, especially as a woman. Gotta stick together.”

You were completely surprised at that. “Wow. Yeah, that would be amazing. I can only imagine what your school offers.” You nodded.

Bruce had honestly expected the worst. He seemed to bring out the worst in old flings. This was the opposite of what was happening. He was still panicking that she was going to outright be rude to you. Even Max looked surprised.

Maryanne happily wrote her number on a napkin. “Please text me. I really suck at making friends so I’m sorry if I came on too strong.” She smiled and handed it to you. “It’d be nice to have another female writer to talk to.” She said shyly.

“Yeah, of course.” You smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t get your major?”

She sighed. “I keep changing it honestly, which bugs my professors so much.” She shook her head. “Currently I’m doing media and marketing.” She shrugged. "I'm not going to keep a major I hate."

“I get that.” You nodded. “Especially when there’s so many options.” You noted. "I nearly went into criminal justice, bit it wouldn't have allowed me to write much."

“That’s how I was with sociology!” She grinned. “It’s so nice to hear.” She shook her head. “Please Call or text me.” She smiled. “I have to do the rounds with him.” She motioned to Max. “Nice seeing you again, Bruce.” She waved before walking off.

You looked up at him. “I thought I was the only nice person you slept with?” You teased. "Because I was getting into 'I will slap a bitch' mode." You said playfully.

“I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, I swear.” He let out a breath. “I hate her dad and she was honestly...not like that in high school.” He sounded surprised. "Harvard matured her."

You nodded. “She was super nice!” You actually felt a bit calmer after that. And hopeful you'd have a friend after this.

Bruce chuckled. “I’m glad honestly.” He led you through the crowd. “Oh, there’s Jerry.” He motioned to a man who was clearly flirting with one of the staff members. “Should we save her?” He laughed. “Because he’s a married creep.”

“Yes!” You said immediately. “Poor waitress.” You nodded.

He smiled as he went with you. “Jerry! Why don’t you ever bring your wife? I miss her!” He said loudly, clearly embarrassing him instantly. The waitress excused herself quickly.

You gave her a sympathetic smile and looked at Jerry. “Lovely to meet you, sir.” You waved as he looked angrily at Bruce. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hello.” Jerry sighed. “I apologize for you having to marry such a child.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’d like to give the same apologizes to your wife as well.” You countered. “Is she here?” You looked around.

Bruce sighed dramatically. “She’s not is she? Poor thing. Such a shame you hide her. She’s beautiful.” He looked at you. “And makes the best scones.”

“How would you know?” Jerry glared.

“My mom visited her a couple years back when she missed yet another party. I tagged along.” He shrugged. “Wanted to make sure she was okay since her husband sucks.”

“Boy, you should have some respect.” Jerry huffed. “You will never get my vote when you become partner.”

“Seems like you should have some respect for your wife.” You muttered.

Bruce only smirked wider at him. “Come along, dear. Much more important people to see.” He tugged you. He couldn’t wait to tell you how awesome you were for that.

You waved to Jerry and followed him, smiling as he kissed you. “Who should I meet next?”

He laughed. “Luckily there’s no one worse than him. The rest are mainly annoying.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Promise.” He chuckled.

You smiled. “I’m actually not doing too bad at the moment.” You assured him. “For now.”

He kissed your temple. “Thank you for being by my side.” He kept you close.

You beamed, letting him introduce you to more people as time went on. You felt a bit of pressure as people asked your ideas for the future of the company. Finally, you glanced at him. “I think I need to charge my phone.”

He nodded. “I think I left my charger in the other room, I’ll go with you.” He excused you both. He was proud of you for making it that long.

Once you were upstairs, you let out a huge breath. “Please tell me we don’t have to do that again for a while.” You said as you sat on the side of the bed.

He thought and shook his head. “Not that I’m aware of.” He shrugged. “Sometimes they have like...charity galas, but we can always skip those if you want.”

You shrugged. “It wasn’t awful. I just felt pressured. I never realized how much your mom does for the company.” You shook your head. “She needs a damn vacation.”

“I agree.” He helped you take off your heels. “How about you rest in here while I do my last goodbyes?” He kissed you softly. “Get in your comfy clothes, and then once everyone leaves, we can head home, too.”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Thank you.” You smiled. “Send our furboys up here?” Last time you saw them, they were lying in the library. “Or rather, bring them up here?” You chuckled.

He laughed. “I will.” He promised. “Be right back with our boys.” He kissed you again before standing up.

You watched him lovingly, knowing he’d do a great job running the company one day. But you could definitely wait for that to happen. Getting up, you realized you needed him to unzip you. “Help.” You pouted.

Chuckling lightly, he motioned for you to turn so that he could. He kissed the back of your neck as he did. “What’s our fastest quickie time?” He asked, slipping his hands under the fabric of your dress to hold your waist.

"I don't time it, but I'm sure we can manage." You giggled

He undid his slacks. “I’ll make it a record.” He promised you.

When he came back down, it was fairly obvious what had happened. Martha gave him a look but it wasn’t angry. “Just came down to at least do the whole goodbye thing. We’ll be leaving once everyone’s gone.” He told her.

Martha sighed and nodded. “Thank you for at least doing that.”

“She says you need a vacation, by the way.” He chuckled.

She smiled. “Such a sweet thing.” She patted his arm. “Go say your goodbyes and do the whole thanks for coming thing."

Bruce nodded and walked around to do that. “Oh, Bruce! Please tell your wife goodbye for me. Hopefully if me and her can become friends I can visit for spring break or summer recess.” Maryanne rambled excitedly. “She seems really nice. I can see why you married her.”

Bruce chuckled. “Thanks, Maryanne. You actually helped ease her nerves a bit so I’m sure she’ll get in touch with you.” He smiled. "Thanks for coming."

She hugged him. “Thanks, too! Though I like your wife a bit more than you now.” She said sweetly. “Bye!” She waved as she ran off.

You had to take your makeup off, removed all your jewelry, and get into comfy clothes before you could feel relaxed again. You cuddled to Happy and Lucky when you finally laid down. They eagerly got as close as they could. “Love you, babies.” You closed your eyes.

When Bruce came back up, you'd nodded off with them. He grinned and took a picture, feeling the night was a success. He texted his mom with it. I guess we’ll leave in the morning :)

She didn’t reply for a few moments. How cute! Sounds great.

He quickly went to change himself, wondering which dog would let him cuddle up to you. They loved your snuggles and he couldn’t blame them. Finally, he went to lay down and Lucky moved, just to lay on top of both of you when he pulled you close. He laughed softly. “Alright, Lucky.” He shook his head. “Night.” He gave the dog a scratch behind the ears before closing his own eyes.

The winter and rest of the holiday time went by quickly. You found yourself getting ready for midterms all too soon. “Why is it when we’re in school, everything goes by quicker than I can learn?” You whined to Bruce as you ate breakfast.

“Because you put a lot of pressure on yourself, even though you’re probably the smartest person I know?” He winked at you.

You pouted. “At least next week we have break. But to get there is going to be hell.” You sighed. “But, I took my last birth control pill yesterday.” You smiled softly at him.

He immediately brightened. “How long does it take to wear off?” He said hopeful.

“Well, seeing as if you miss one pill you can get pregnant, I’m assuming instantly?” You shrugged.

“So we’re eating breakfast when we could actually be making a baby?” He stopped what he was doing. "Is that what you're telling me?" He looked excited.

You thought for a moment and nodded. “I mean, yeah.” You laughed as he stood and pulled you out of your seat. “My toast!” You said dramatically. “It was so good. The perfect butter to bread ratio.”

“It’ll be there when we get back.” He kissed your neck as he laid you on your bed.

“Fine.” You pouted. When he kissed you, you melted into it.

For the next week, Bruce barely let you outside the bedroom, which actually helped you relax for midterms. When it came time to take them, you weren't nearly as stressed.

The same happened for Bruce and he felt he had aced everything he had to turn in. Which was a first for him.

"When can you test?" He asked one morning.

“I don’t think until I miss my first period.” You told him. "It might not happen right away."

He logically knew that but pouted. "I hope it does."

You kissed his cheek. “I know you’re excited.” You smiled. “I can’t wait to tell you that you’re going to be a daddy.”

He hugged you. “You’re going to be the best mom.” He kissed your cheek. “I think this has been helping me with school, too.” He added.

“Yeah? Got you relaxed?” You smiled. “Because I must say, you work better than a hot tub.” You teased.

He laughed. “I have the same compliment for you.” He squeezed your backside. “It does help clear the mind.” He grinned. “Wanna go help each other relax?”

“Always.” You giggled.

“I’m glad you were able to pull your mom back some for today.” You chuckled as you and Bruce got ready for your graduation party.

“It took days of begging.” He told you. “Days, babe.” He shook his head. “And I promised she could help plan my birthday.” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll regret that…” He shook his head.

“Definitely.” You giggled, adjusting your clothes. “Are we ready to rock this party?” You hugged him close. “Tell everyone our secret?”

He beamed. “I’m pretty sure our moms are going to either scream or pass out.” He kissed your nose. “But I’m ready to tell everyone and the world!” He said happily. “Do you know how hard it’s been not telling people for ten weeks?!”

“I’m sure you’re ready to burst.” You teased. “Like my favorite pair of skinny jeans when I tried to wear them yesterday.” You joked.

He laughed. “There’s going to be plenty more of that.” He pecked your lips. “I’ll buy you all the new clothes you want tomorrow.”

“All the stretchy pants?” You smiled. "Because I see myself living in yoga pants."

“Hey, can’t complain when they make your ass look great.” He led you out. "I will buy the whole damn company for that."

You snorted and shook your head, following him outside to the party. You spotted Maryanne and smiled at her, waving. She waved back instantly, happy to see you. She came over to greet you. "It's good to see you again!"

You hugged her, having been texting off and on for the past semester. “It’s good to see you too! I’m so glad you’re here.” You smiled. "How was the last week of school for you?"

“Horrible. I’m barely alive.” She chuckled. “So glad it’s summer now.” She shook her head. "No more living off coffee!"

You laughed at that. “I know what you mean.” Even though yours had been decaf lately.

“We need to start hanging out more now that I’m back in Gotham.” She beamed. "Maybe have a girl's day."

“I’d love that.” You agreed instantly. “We’ll work something out soon.” You nodded.

Once you’d seen both sets of parents, Bruce was more than ready to announce Baby Wayne. You tapped the glass you were holding of bubbly water as you and Bruce stood on a set of steps. “Hello!” You smiled.

“Thank you for coming!” Bruce began. “We’re here to celebrate us finally graduating!”

Everyone clapped and cheered at that. You giggled that you heard your father over everyone else. “Thanks, Dad.” You said playfully. “That’s not all that we wanted to say though.” You cleared your throat and looked up at Bruce. “Babe?”

He beamed that you were giving him the honors. “Baby Wayne will be joining us at Christmas time this year!” He exclaimed, clearly over the moon.

Everyone gasped, then cheered, your mothers screaming together. Your smile faltered when you saw your father's face. He was looking everywhere but at the both of you and when your mother asked him something, he shook his head. "I'll be right back." You said softly, heading inside.

Bruce watched you but was soon crowded with congratulations.

You got yourself a cup of water, sipping it. Your father was upset because you were having a baby. How did you process that? There wasn’t anything you could do to take it back- not that you even would if you could. But you were sure he’d be okay with the timing. You were married and out of school. So, why did he look disappointed?

“Miss?” Alfred asked. “Are you alright? I put aside some crackers.” He had his suspicions.

You sighed, shaking your head. “My dad’s upset.”

“Ah. Did you speak to him?” He asked softly.

“I saw him in the crowd. Wouldn’t even look at us.” You told him. “I know him well enough to know he’s pretty close to ‘pissed’.”

He nodded. “I’m sorry to hear that. I believe you planned it well.” He assured you. “I am very excited to help with the care of another Wayne.” He smiled.

You smiled back. “You don’t mind little ones?”

“Not at all.” He nodded. "I am happy for you and Mr. Wayne."

“Thanks, Alfred. Your support means a lot!” You sighed. "Can I hug you?"

“Of course.” He smiled and hugged you gently. “You will be a great mother, Mrs. Wayne.” He said gently. "You already deal with Mr. Wayne." He joked.

You laughed. “That’s very true. You would know best.” You pulled away and sighed. "I'm glad we have you."

“That is kind of you.” He smiled and nodded when Bruce walked in. "Congrats, Mr. Wayne." He told him before leaving the two of you alone.

Bruce waved to him and pulled you close. “You okay?” He asked, worried.

"My dad is upset." You sighed. “And I can’t figure out why!”

He winced. “So that’s why he was staring me down.” He sighed. "Was kinda afraid he was gonna deck me for some reason." He sagged.

You pouted and looked super sad. “I’ll have to go find him.” You wrapped your arms around him. "I don't know why he's not happy."

“I married you first. We planned it.” He said sadly. “Maybe he thinks I won’t be a good dad?” He shrugged.

“He shouldn’t be like that.” You sighed. "I'll go talk to him."

“Want me to go with?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’ll come find you.” You kissed his jaw and left him be. This was not going to be fun.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce x reader #bruce wayne

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moonlitmastery · 1 year ago

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Stained Glass Shadows

AN // So, this is literally the first thing I've posted on tumblr in ages, is mostly unedited and literally my only knowledge of MW2 is through fandom, so I apologize if anything is a bit wonky. I mainly did this as an exercise in getting back into writing, so feel free to leave comments/criticism/etc. I hope you enjoy! :)

TW: Blood, Mention of Severe Injury

She’d have to remember to thank whoever decided it was common practice to leave church doors unlocked. Despite the smell of old hymnals and decades old carpet, it was dry. And empty, at least for the most part. Her partner was up in the wings, silently watching for anything following in her wake. Did Soap make it here yet? Eyes and hands steady, silent. Her steps are heavy, uneven. Dully thudding against worn carpet before she all but collapses against the side of a nearby pew. Pain blooms below her ribs as she pulls a hand out from underneath her vest. Tacky and slick with blood, she fumbles with the switch on her comms unit.

“G-ghost? How copy?” She coughs out his name, wincing as she tries to push herself up against the side of the pew before abandoning the effort.

There’s a beat of silence before he replies, “Here, Sparrow. All clear on my end.”

She coughs out a laugh, “Got here at least. Think they pinged me, ‘least what it feels like. Might just sit here for a bit, that’s alright with you Lt.?” She drops a hand to the carpet, damp with blood that blends with the deep maroon shag. She hears a thud somewhere distant as he drops from his position, is he really that far away? Everything blurs and sways as Ghost makes his way towards her, footfalls coming faster. Crosses on the sides of pews blurring into rectangles. Stained glass becoming a mess of colors in the moonlight. There’s a distinct smear of red across his mask, broken by deep brown eyes.

“Shit sparrow, that’s more than a fuckin’ ping!” He lifts her tac vest slightly, seeing the clear tear across a blood smeared abdomen. She all but shatters under the pressure of his hands, biting back a yowl and writhing before a second hand steadies on her shoulder.

Cold. She’s so cold. Still she tries to sputter out a laugh, blood dotting her lower lip and copper in her mouth, “Si-,” she coughs, a rattle deep in her chest “ hurts like a bitch, Just wan’ it t’ stop fucking hurting” Since when were there two of him? She hears his voice over comms, muffled and distant despite his closeness. Who was he talking to? Price? Soap? Shit, Soap.

She misses the wet panic edging his voice as he presses down harder, a new surge of blood wetting his gloves and the carpet. “Gonna patch you up soon, jus’ hold on for me, yeah? You gotta hold on, lovie.”

Black spots her vision as she sobs, “Tryin’ to Si, swear ‘m trying. Hurts so goddamn bad. Please Simon, fuck- can’t feel you,” another sob, “please don’t let me go.” She hears the doors to the church open again. Heavy steps rushing towards her. Soap asking what happened. Ghost snapping as he applies more pressure, always more pressure. Her bloody hand rests towards his shoulder, stained nails biting into his bicep, other hand covering his own. With a shuddering breath, her vision fades completely and for a brief moment, she swears she can hear the angels singing.

He’s there when she comes to, blood stained gloves draped over the end of the hospital bed, stark against sterile white hospital sheets. Arms crossed over his chest as he stares up at the blank tile ceiling. She shifts up onto the pillows a bit and bites back a groan through her teeth. Why is everything so bright?

“Didn’t know I was worth waiting for,” her voice is low, hoarse. Mouth dry with one of the worst cases of cotton mouth she thinks she’s ever had. Where is everyone? His head snaps down, eyes bloodshot and puffy. He’s not wearing the balaclava. Opting for a simple black mask and cap in the privacy of the hospital room. They must be back home. A low, withering sigh escapes his lips as he drops her gaze almost immediately.

“Thought I’d- we’d lost you, lovie.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easy, Si,” she pauses, questions dancing on the tip of her tongue, “How long was I out?”

“Couple of days,” he swallows thickly before continuing, “ya lost alot of blood before we could get you back.” He pauses, choosing his next words carefully, “Bullet did more damage than they thought at first.”

It’s then she sees just how large the bandage is spanning her torso. Running down from under her ribs to the middle of her abdomen.

Oh.

Silence spans the length between conversation, straddling the line between awkward and comfortable before he finally moves, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers.

He’s the one to break the silence, words hardly a whisper against her cheek, “So damn sorry, lovie. Shoulda had a better eye on you.”

Carefully, she wraps an arm around his neck, pulling his mask down and pressing a tender kiss on his lips. “It’s not your fault, Simon. Nothin’ you could’ve done, they got me in a blind spot. Not your fault.” A gentle hand rests on his cheek, thumb stroking light circles on a scarred cheekbone. Stubble prickling the palm of her hand, he hasn’t shaved since before the mission. Hasn’t been home since before it happened.

His head drops to her shoulder after a moment, breath fanning against her neck as he’s hunched awkwardly over the bedside. Hand resting lightly over her bandaged side. “Love you so much, darlin’. So much.” The words are barely a whisper, cracking when they leave his lips, as if he speaks too loud or too fast, she’d break. She swears for a moment that she feels tears in the crook of her neck, warm and damp as they pool at the neck of the hospital gown.

Pulling him even closer, she cards her fingers through short blonde hair. “I love you too, Si. Always.”

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It’s three months before she’s cleared for duty because of the wound itself, scar still pink and spanning, stretching as she tries to maintain some semblance of normalcy while sequestered at home. Its eight more weeks when she’s told she needs a shrink before she can go back to full duty, twice a week for eight weeks with homework. It’s a routine, she adapts. She learns to ignore the dull ache that happens a couple weeks out of each month, worsening when it rains. Learns to ignore the way she can’t stretch as well on that side anymore.

Sometimes it haunts her.

She wakes in a cold sweat. Swearing that her shaking hands are covered in crimson. That the motifs of stained glass are laughing in cold moonlight as she slips and grasps at green khaki.

#simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley #tw blo0d #tw injury #drabble

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teetle-time · 1 year ago

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It's Free Baby Estate

In one universe, a freshly-escaped cloud of nanobots would see a conman selling robots and imprint onto him. In this one, the nanobots would escape just a few minutes too late to see the man, and they would spend the day alone, without anyone to call their dad.

When nighttime falls, however, that's when teenage brothers come out to play.

(Or, HI THE IDEA OF THE TEETLES IMMEDIATELY ADOPTING NANO IS CONSUMING MY BRAIN)

Based on this post from @mycatateit bc the writing gremlins got to me again lmao

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Raph leapt across the rooftops in blessed silence. Nothing against his brothers and father, of course: Donnie was simply enamored with some new hunk of junk he'd found after they'd helped April move into her dad's antique store, Leo was helping him brainstorm possible uses, Mikey was suggesting wild comic-book-type ideas, and Splinter had gone to his room to meditate.

This all just meant that Raph needed some time to himself to try and put that advice he'd spewed at Jones the other night into action- that was to say, he needed to clear his head SO freaking bad.

He jumped a slightly large gap, tucked, and rolled, keeping his momentum going as he leapt back to his feet.

Another gap came up soon after, another jump got him over.

He happened to catch a weird flash of motion from the alley below, and it was easy for him to come to a stop on the next roof and peer down at whatever-it-was.

It was some kind of…robot.

Now, Raph really wasn't all that keen to interact with any tech that hadn't come from Don's lab, especially not after the recent run-in with Baxter Stockface or whatever-his-name-was. Even this new robot's small size didn't matter- the Mousers hadn't needed to be big to be a major pain in his shell.

However, it seemed to be vaguely person-shaped, and it was seemingly hugging its knees as it sat against the wall of the alley.

Raph scowled.

He scanned the surrounding area with a keen eye. If he went and got himself captured by humans because some Pinocchiobot or something looked sad, his brothers would never let him hear the end of it.

However, the only humans Raph could see were sitting in their apartments, engrossed with various things. An old lady knitting, a young couple leaning into each other and looking at a TV, a man bouncing a baby and singing something Raph couldn't quite make out- all of them were minding their own business, and none of them were pointed out the windows Raph could see them through.

A quick check of the rooftops revealed even fewer humans, and even the one he saw was facing the other way and tapping at a cigarette as they headed back inside their building.

Whatever this robot was, it didn't seem to be bait in a trap.

Raph scaled his way down the wall of the building he was on, and as he grew closer, he heard sniffling.

"You gotta be kidding me," he grumbled under his breath.

The sniffling immediately stopped, and when Raph glanced down, the robot was jerkily scanning the alleyway, its face frozen in a blank expression. In a synthetic voice that sounded almost nervous, it asked, "H-hell-lo?"

Aw, shell, it sounded like a toddler.

Raph knew now that there would be no escape from his brothers' teasing, though for a much different reason than he'd first thought.

Welp. In for a penny.

He let himself make noise as he hopped the last few feet to the ground, then held his empty hands up for the robot to see when it whipped around to look. "Whatcha doing out here all alone, kid?"

The robot stared at him, then asked again, "Hell-lo?"

"Yes, hello, we've already passed that part of the conversation," Raph tried not to groan.

The robot ducked its head back behind its knees. "Sor-ry."

…the robot kid just apologized to him.

The robot kid. Just apologized. To him.

"Welp, you're already the most polite pile of metal I've ever met," Raph remarked. "And trust me, I've met more than I ever thought I woulda. It's been a weird few days."

The robot peered out at him again, and while its face didn't have the ability to change shape from the simple slab it was, its tight grip on its legs loosened a bit.

"That still don't answer my question, though. Why're you out on your own?"

The robot's head dipped slowly, and it fumbled through its next word even worse than the last couple. "Alllll-lone."

Raph found himself dropping to one knee in front of it. "What, you don't got a mommy or daddy or nothing? You can't have just popped out of thin air. Where'd you come from, huh?"

All he got in response was a mechanical whine.

Raph gave the robot a quick once-over. It looked like something Raph might've built- focused entirely on function, not necessarily the prettiest piece of engineering, and (this was the most critical) unable to house any fancy-schmancy spy cameras or what-have-you.

Like, Raph was pretty sure the robot was built exclusively from the parts of one of those street conmen's cheap toys. If there was any kind of surveillance in those things, he'd eat his own shell.

"Well, how about this," Raph said. "Me and you, we don't really look like the kinds of folks that most humans wanna hang out with. I do have a family, though, my brothers and my pop. We all don't fit in, but we do it together. If…if you wanna, I can bring ya home to meet 'em."

The little robot perked up. "Fa-mi-ly?"

"That's right, kid," Raph said. He held a hand out for the kid to take. "Whaddya say?"

The kid's posture brightened, and it (he? she? they?) took his hand, standing to a full height of Barely To Raph's Hips.

Raph picked the kid up without a second thought, and once his passenger was secure against his side, he made his way to the nearest manhole. "Alright, kiddo, I mighta got here from the rooftops, but I don't really wanna drop ya, so we'll be taking the boring way home."

The kid pressed tighter against him with a small nod.

His brothers could tease him all they wanted. So long as this didn't blow up in their faces or turn out to be a ploy from Stockman after all, Raph was already too attached to the kid to care.

Much.

He hefted the cover off with his free hand, slipped inside, then gingerly slid it back into place over his head. It was a bit of a balancing act, making sure he didn't fall or drop the kid while he did so, but he managed it with a little bit of luck and a whole lot of spite.

Just the way he liked it, frankly.

He began the descent down the ladder. "So, you got a name, kiddo?"

The kid's head tilted. "Name?"

"Yeah, kid, your name," Raph said. "Like…you can call me 'Raph.' Or 'Raphael,' that's my full first name, but the only times someone calls me that is if they're trying to convince me I'm doing something rash or something. Or if I'm in trouble, heheheh."

"Raph…" murmured the kid.

Then, in a stern woman's voice, as though from an audio recording, "Codename: Nanotech."

Raph blinked. "Wait. Don't tell me that's your name!"

The kid shrank in on themself a bit as the two of them hit the bottom of the ladder.

…Raph had a sudden urge to figure out who that woman's voice belonged to.

For no reason in particular.

Just because.

Out loud, instead of telling the kid this completely true information, Raph said, "Well, that's all fine and dandy for somebody's science project, but it's a bit wordy to use for a little kid, right? What if we shorten it some? Like how I stick to 'Raph' even though it's just a part of my actual name?"

That got the kid to loosen up a bit.

Raph struck out, mentally tracing a path back to the new lair before nodding. "Yeah, what about…Nano? Short, sweet, and snappy."

The newly-nicknamed Nano nodded into his plastron. "Raph! Nano! Nano, Raph!"

Raph chuckled. "You like that, then? Thank goodness."

Nano giggled unsurely, then again with more confidence. "Nano, Raph, Nano, Raph!"

As Raph started seeing more of the fancy architecture that came with the new lair, he realized- "Aw, shell, I gotta let my family know I'm bringing you home. You mind if I make a quick phone call, Nano?"

"Fa-mi-ly," stated Nano seriously.

"I'm gonna take that as 'you're fine with it,'" Raph decided.

He fished out his shell cell and dialed Donny, who picked up after only a few rings.

"Raph, what's up?"

Raph snorted. "Alright, first order of business- you gotta promise not to laugh at me."

Donny's voice tinged with amusement. "Why?"

"So I may or may not have found a little kid robot crying in an alleyway while I was out," Raph said. "I already checked 'em over- there's no fancy-schmancy spy tech in here, just some kinda AI in a toy robot housing. Not even an evil AI like whatever the Mousers had going on, either- I'm pretty sure this kid considers itself…himself? Herself? I dunno. Kid acts and thinks like a toddler, is my point."

Donny chuckled. "Awww, did Waphie find a widdle baby?"

"Hey, watch it. Is Mikey getting in your head or something?" threatened Raph without heat. "Since this kid seems to be just that, a kid, I'm bringing 'em back to the new lair. Figured I'd give you guys a heads-up before I show up with a robot, especially after what happened with Stockman's little toys."

"Good thinking," Donny conceded. "I'll want to give this 'kid' a once-over before we officially declare them safe, for sure, just so we can try and avoid another forced move. I'll meet you just outside the lair, in the northern tunnel?"

"You got it," said Raph. "I'm coming from that direction, anyways."

"See you then," said Donny.

The call ended, and Raph pocketed the cell once more. "Y'hear that, Nano? My bro Donny wants to give you a bit of a checkup once we get there. That okay?"

"Check-up," repeated Nano quietly. Then, louder, "Doc-tor?"

"Eh, he ain't licensed, if that's what you're asking," Raph admitted. "Kinda hard to get a diploma when you're short and green and mutated all over, but he's plenty smart enough for it. He works with tech a lot, too, so he's probably the closest thing we'll get to a robot doctor. You don't gotta, but it'd help us make sure everything's going okay with you."

Nano thought it over for a long moment- long enough that Raph was starting to get nervous, he could see Donny just up ahead- then nodded. "O-kay."

Phew.

Raph grinned and turned his attention to Donny. "Alright, we're here. Let's get Nano's checkup taken care of."

Donny smirked knowingly at Raph, then softened the smile into something friendlier for Nano. "That's right. Would you be alright with Raph setting you down for a bit so I can check you over?"

Nano looked up at Raph.

Raph tried to look reassuring.

Even though those kinds of expressions had never really been in his wheelhouse, it seemed to work, because Nano nodded to Donny. "O-kay."

Raph carefully set Nano down, stepping to one side to give Donny room to work.

"So, 'Nano,' huh?" Donny asked as he knelt down, inspecting the kid's joints. "Did Raph name you?"

"Raph!" Nano said. "Nick-name!"

"Oh, really?" Donny peered nonchalantly through a gap in Nano's chest, then up to the kid's face. "Might I ask what Nano's a nickname for?"

Nano's head ducked down, and the stern woman's voice spoke again. "Codename: Nanotech."

Donny blinked, then glanced at Raph.

Raph crossed his arms. "Like I told the kid, that sounds like the kind of name somebody would give their science project, not a kid."

Pick up on what he's putting down, Don.

Donny seemed to clock what Raph wasn't saying almost immediately, if the quick flash of hardness in his eyes meant anything, but when he turned back to Nano, the steel was already shoved out of sight in favor of a warm smile. "Well, I think I'm with Raph on that one. 'Nano' definitely rolls off the tongue better."

Nano nodded. "Raph, Nano!"

Donny rocked back on his heels. "I think that's about everything we gotta check up on. Everything looks good, as far as I can tell."

Raph grinned. "Hear that, Nano? Everything's good!"

"Good! Good!"

Donny pushed himself to his feet. "Let's introduce you to the others, then, alright Nano?"

Nano nodded quickly, grabbing for Raph's hand and clinging to him tightly.

Raph gave the kid's hand a squeeze, drawing a little giggle, and oh, shell, he was so in over his head here.

Donny smirked at him again, but just turned to head into the new lair. "It's right over here."

Raph led Nano towards the arch, letting the kid hide behind his legs when Mikey, Leo, and Splinter all glanced their way.

"Hey, guys, remember how I said Raph made a friend and wanted me to check 'em over?" asked Donny, walking over to one side to leave Raph and Nano in the spotlight. "Meet Nano."

Nano peered out from behind Raph. "H-hell-lo…"

"A robot baby?" asked Mikey.

"Raph…" said Leo warningly.

"Hey, me and Don both checked the kid over already," Raph defended. "They're a robot kid I found crying alone in an alley."

He raised the ridge where his eyebrows might have been at Leo knowingly. "Pretty sure the kid built the body from scratch somehow, too. Just motors in there to move the limbs around. Nothing else."

Hint, hint.

After a second, Leo nodded, relaxing slightly. "Well, it's not like we're not used to the unusual around here."

Mikey grinned. "You can say that again!"

Splinter got to his feet and walked over to Raph and Nano. "How curious."

Nano looked up at Raph, the grip on his hand tightening.

"It's okay, kiddo, this is my dad," Raph said quietly. "This is Master Splinter."

"Dad…" Nano thought for a moment, then looked back at Splinter. "Dad-dy?"

Splinter's eyes widened, then he smiled. "I would be honored to be your father, little one."

Nano gasped, then let go of Raph's hand to waddle up to Splinter. "Dad-dy! Dad-dy!"

If anybody asked Raph later, he most definitely did not smile to himself as Splinter gave the kid a hug, and he certainly didn't feel a warm lightness in his chest at the sight.

"Hey, if Splinter's adopting you, then that makes us your big brothers!" realized Mikey.

"Hm, that's right," Splinter agreed. "I see you already know Raphael and Donatello, but the other two are Leonardo and Michelangelo."

"You can just call me Mikey, though, little dude!" declared he, hopping over to join the little group.

As Mikey, Splinter, and Nano walked over to the couch, chatting to each other, Leo stepped closer to Raph and Don, speaking lowly. "How'd a toddler-bot capable of building a body end up in an alleyway?"

"I dunno, but if I had to guess, whoever built the kid wasn't trying to build a kid," Raph said.

"When I asked Nano's name, Nano played what sounded like a recording of someone saying 'Codename: Nanotech,'" Donny added. "Whoever made this kid, they operate under some kind of official protocol, be it legal or otherwise. My money's on Nano either escaping or getting scrapped for not working the way those people wanted them to."

Leo frowned. "Nanotech, huh? Why the not-very-microscopic body, then, you think?"

Mikey's voice gasped in awe, and the three of them turned to look as a cloud of silvery somethings rose from Nano and engulfed Donny's latest whatchama-hoozie-doodle, pulling it into Nano's body. After a few moments, the cloud settled back into wherever-it-had-been, and Nano's face turned to them and smiled.

Because Nano's face wasn't a solid plate anymore, instead being made of a few plates around the eyes and mouth that could now move on their own.

"That answer your question?" murmured Raph. Then, louder, as he flashed a thumbs-up, "Looking good, kid!"

Donny smiled wearily. "I guess that's one way to settle the debate about what I was gonna use that for."

Nano beamed and went back to whatever was going on with Mikey- oh, crud, Mikey was already turning the kid into a comic book addict.

"Right, well, I'll leave the serious tech talk to you two," Raph said, narrowing his eyes at Mikey. "I need to relieve Mikey of his Nano privileges."

Mikey blinked innocently, even pointing a finger at himself as if to say 'moi?'

"Jurassic Park is where it's at, Mikey, not your comics!" Raph pressed, striding over and hopping onto the couch. "Master Splinter, y'mind if I take the TV and show Nano some true art? I think the tape's still in there from last night. It's not a perfect adaptation of the book, but I dunno if the kid can read yet."

Splinter chuckled. "I don't see why not."

"Raph!" said Nano, hopping up next to him on the cushion and shuffling over until he had an armful of robot.

Raph just gave Nano a pat and settled in, digging the remote out of the cushions. "I'm right here, kid."

Nano smiled up at him, then turned to face the TV as Raph switched to the VCR and started rewinding.

Mikey started snickering, but Raph just flicked him in the forehead without even looking.

"Ow! Hey!"

Raph chuckled to himself, and Nano giggled with him after a few seconds.

Ooh, yeah, Raph would tear the world down for this kid, alright.

#03 #tmnt #self fic #tmnt 2003 #2003 tmnt #nano tmnt #tmnt nano #nano my child <3 #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph 2003 #and the other teetles but it turned into a bit of a lone raph and bot situation lmao #AUGH I JUST REALIZED THIS POSTED INSTEAD OF SAVING AS A DRAFT STILL #fuck it. yall get baby time early

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The Magicians: When the Fire Goes Out

I realized, I don't think I've ever shared this old fic on here. It's my most liked and bookmarked fic on AO3. Has a special place in my heart as one of my favorites to write. I have the biggest soft spot for the lil family vibes that it had going on. AND IT HAS A SONG. So yeah, enjoy! 🔥

Pairing: Quentin Coldwater x Eliot Waugh (MxM)

Summary: Eliot stopped and scooped up the little boy to rest him on his hip in one arm. He was starting to get just a little too big for being carried and Eliot knew there would come a day they wouldn’t be able to pick him up anymore. But that day wasn’t going to be it. Explores the themes of grief, family dynamics, and healthy established relationships. 3.9k words / Canon Compliant / Mosaic Timeline

Get out on your own Be somebody now This came up out of nowhere Guess I gotta go Let’s cut to the chase Stuck in this place for good When I’m with you in here It doesn’t seem so bad Bon Voyage - Arbi, Koethe

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Eliot should have been relieved to get through another winter in Fillory, the cold was particularly unbearable within their shanty little cabin, but nothing about this coming summer felt right without Arielle.

The community came together, a little more than a dozen people cuddled on logs near the fire in her memory, garnishing the flickered flames with items that held a personal connection to her. She’d passed unexpectedly and they’d held a memorial for her in the village just a few days after burying her.

For Eliot, his personal item to burn came in the form of a long decorative sash. He’d spent too many years arguing with Arielle over differing styles and attempting to impose their tastes over one another. It was their longest conflict.

Arielle had won, obviously, but not entirely because she’d gotten one over him by dying. They’d always joked that would have been the case, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth to think about. He’d genuinely started to like her style.

He thought about Margo constantly and what she might have said or done differently. No one could have ever replaced his Bambi. He missed her more than he’d ever say. But at least Arielle was a good person to be around. He felt he’d become a better person because of her, or at least one not so heavily reliant on alcohol or drugs. She’d been the one to teach him to sew and had shown him how to dye fabrics in colors not even Earth could recreate.

As thanks, he’d make her things she’d have no choice but to wear. Boasting about his taste in fashion and how perfectly it could have worked if they hadn’t been living in the backwards lands of Fillory. The sash had been one of the first things he’d made that she’d actually kept using. She’d told him it was so ugly that it somehow made it cute. He feigned offence and it became one of their longest-running jokes.

Quentin tossed a peach into the fire, it was the only other item he had on him. The other was a small teddy that Arielle had made while pregnant with their first. A little brown Cozy Horse, much too small to be the real deal but it was from one of her favorite Fillorian tales. Too valuable to burn.

The sleeping boy curled up in Q’s lap held the teddy in a vice grip. He hadn’t let it out of his sight ever since she’d gone.

“Why hadn’t more of the world known about her?” Q’s voice was low, too tired to cry anymore, but the raw pain of it was there all the same. Eliot was beside him. He’d been staring off into the fire and watching the fruit simmer and burn.

“I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t want that? Her world was always you and Ted.”

“And you,” Q corrected.

“And me,” he agreed.

Eliot looked back to him and reached out to stroke through the snoozing boy's hair. It was soft and pale in the low light of the flickering flames, as blonde as Arielle's had been. He couldn’t see them now, but he already knew if Ted opened his eyes he’d see splashes of her colors mixed in with those familiar browns.

This was going to be a harder life for the boy without his mother there. Eliot wished he could carry all that pain for him. Leave the burdens of the world on his own shoulders. The boy was too young to fully understand, but he’d soon come to learn she wasn’t coming back. Quentin brought him out of his thoughts when the silence was broken again.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without her El.”

“Take it one day at a time. Plus, you aren’t going to be doing this alone. Promise you’ll never be alone.”

Quentin leaned on him, Eliot pressed his cheek against the top of his head.

“I wish I could get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t think I want to.”

“Q, can I tell you a secret? For a while, all you’re going to do is float. You’re going to try and stay alive for something other than yourself. And those waves of grief and pain never stop coming, but somehow, you don’t really want them to. They’re a testament to all the love you’ve ever felt and can feel. This pain will pass and the edges of it won’t be as sharp each time it comes back.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Well you know me, I’m always right.”

“Not always.”

“Mhm. Okay, not always. Just most of the time.”

Eliot reached out to pat the top of his thigh. They pulled back and shared a sad smile. The conversation between them was overseen by the crackle of the fire raising up when another item was added by someone else. The others returned to their logs. Voices talking amongst each other, low and soft.

Eventually, they all left too. Leaving the quiet grieving family alone with the dying fire. The night was beautifully tragic. Eliot knew he’d always remember this moment, though he wished he wouldn’t. It was one of the more painful highlights of his life.

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“Ted.” The voice patient but repeating the same thing for the millionth time that day was beginning to wear. Eliot glanced up from his spot in one corner of the mosaic and watched the young boy standing out past the treeline.

His stubborn little body barely visible past the wards and through the bramble and foliage. Quentin hadn’t moved, but he was watching the boy like a hawk.

“Hey, that’s too far and you know that. Stay where we can see you. It’ll be dark soon.”

“No!” Silence, Quentin gave him a second to think about it. Eliot raised an eyebrow and looked to Q, they knew what was coming. Ted was starting up again. “No dada, no!”

The little boy didn’t dare move from the spot he’d been caught in. Glued in place by his father's words. His grip tightened around the long stick he’d been holding, just so he could wave it aggressively in Quentin’s direction. The other arm wrapped protectively around a tattered brown Cozy Horse, holding it close to his chest. He let out a frustrated growl in the process.

Ted had been testing boundaries all day. Getting him to help or play near the tiles for the evening after an eventful dinner was next to impossible. No doubt going to bed would be the same. On days like this he’d get the passing thought of using his magic on him. Arielle would never have approved.

Eliot had watched the buildup happen all day, as much as it killed him not to intervene, he quietly watched on again. It was always a balance between who dealt with what. When Ted was first born Eliot didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do, but all that seemed to come so naturally for Quentin.

“I’m not going to ask again. Move back in the warded area by yourself or I’ll come get you.”

“No! I hate you! No! I wanna go see mama!”

Quentin let out a sigh and moved to get up. In the same moment, Teddy beelined off through the trees at full speed. Eliot shook his head and got up, shaking the dirt and dust from his favorite pillow. Q had already set off with speed into the treeline after the now-screeching toddler.

He moved to another corner of the mosaic where the sunset was always particularly beautiful, through the treeline only the sound of one very unhappy child could be heard. Eliot dropped his pillow beside the pile of others and dropped back down to make himself look busy.

It didn’t take long before a panting Quentin made it out the treeline victorious with a squirming red-faced boy fighting his arms. “NOOO” a sob pitched out loudly from the boy's tiny fighting lungs.

The stick was long gone but the horse remained flung about in his flailing little arms. Ted had decided to wake up and choose violence for the day. Absolutely nothing could please him. He got a pass, he was still trying to understand what his emotions meant. Eliot had been learning a whole lot more about that himself.

He could see Quentin's face a mixture of patience, pain, and grief. His eyes said it all, trying his best to stay silent about his own inner turmoil, but he was suffering all the same. Eliot waved Quentin over as he got closer. “Here. Bring him to sit by me. Go get some water and take five. The lamps will need lighting up soon.”

Quentin didn’t argue, though it was clear he was contemplating it. He looked defeated. Handling his own grief along with Ted’s outbursts had been wearing on him. He carried Ted over to sit in the pile of pillows by Eliot then turned to walk off towards the cabin. He could hear Q blow out a stream of air as he turned to leave, a hand rising to stroke his hair back. Eliot wished he could do more. One thing at a time.

The second Ted was placed down he tried to squirm away and go again. Eliot was faster, he’d already anticipated this movement. Hands around his small waist, he wrestled the boy back into the pillows.

”No papa!” sobbed out from the little boy, fresh tears replacing the anger, finding the moment had hit its breaking point for him. He buried his face into the dirty stuffed horse.

“Oh, come on kiddo. That was never going to work. Running away was my signature move.” None of those words meant anything to Ted. Eliot didn’t let up on his grip, not yet. “Listen, sometimes it can be a very good thing to run away from something, but right now it’s not a good idea. Show me you can sit beside me and I will let you go.”

It didn’t take long of Eliot holding him before Ted gave up fighting and grew impatient. Eliot loosened his grip as soon as he could. He didn’t want to be in his son's space while Ted was upset. The little boy puffed out loudly, body coiling away from Eliot, arms wiping his face then folding wrap around his face and knees in an effort to not look up at him.

Eliot sat back, he tried to show he was completely calm and in control. He waited for Ted to have that moment to himself, eyes going to the sunset to saviour the last of the setting sunlight through the trees.

The dirty brown horse hadn’t been let go, still crushed into the boy's lap. Eliot made a mental note to inspect the seams. It’d need repairing soon and he was dreading the potential headache it’d bring. He never could do the work quite as beautifully as Arielle once had. Maybe Quentin would be up for using his abilities instead.

When Ted came down from his mountain and slowly twisted back to look up Eliot, red puffy eyes still wet. In response, he smiled back reassuringly and reached out to stroke the wet from the boy’s face. His little one was engaging again, this was a good thing.

“See? You’re okay. I know you’re really mad right now and I would be too.”

He waited for a response, when there was none, Eliot leaned in and continued.

“Do you remember what I do when I get so mad?”

Ted shook his head. It wasn’t a fair question, Eliot had never so much as raised his voice around Ted. He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers patiently, bringing the boys attention to that.

Eliot promised himself he’d never be like his own father and he’d to date he’d stayed true to his word. Ted glanced down to his own hands, opening his palms across the mangled horse in his lap.

“How about we blow them out together? Maybe if you helped me we can get them down faster we could go do something else after. You ready?”

Eliot breathed in, making an exaggerated show of it with air filling up his cheeks, then waited for Ted to copy. After each slow exhale he’d fold a finger down. Ted genuinely just wanted to blow out the candles as fast as he possibly could. He was starting to blow a second time by the time Eliot was done with one exhale. It didn’t matter, the fact he was doing it at all was a step in the right direction.

By the end of it the young boy was still red-faced, but not quite so ready to explode. Eliot’s chest felt lighter and he knew Ted probably felt the effect too. They weren’t out of the woods by any means, but this was a start. Eliot placed his hand back down as his last finger closed.

“Did you get that nice feeling in your chest too? Means it’s working. So, what do you think happened that made you have to come sit here with papa?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s okay. I forget sometimes too. I think it was because you went outside the warded area which isn’t safe. What do you think?”

“... but I didn’t want to be safe. I wanted to go see mama.”

“I know you want to be with mama, I miss her too. But going out into the woods isn’t a good idea and won’t make you closer to her. You want to know what I think will help?

“What?”

“We can miss someone and have them close to our heart. I could tell you my favorite stories of mama, or hum that song she always liked to do. Or we can just walk around the safe area and hold hands without talking. I don’t want you to feel more sad. What do you think?”

Ted sat there quietly, reasoning the pros and cons as far as his small developing mind could take them. Eliot was always surprised by how mature he’d been. Raised around only adults might have had that effect, or maybe it was being raised in Fillory. He couldn’t know for sure, he’d never experienced the hardships of kids before and didn’t really have any baseline to go off.

These newer outbursts Ted was having were always so sudden and explosive. Eliot could only hope this would get easier with time, for the sanity of all of them.

“Just walk papa? I don’t want to be more sad.”

“Alright little man. Whatever makes you happy and safe.”

Eliot got up first, hand offered out for the smaller person to reach for it. He held Ted’s hand as they walked out to the parameter of the wards. Each time Ted pointed to parts of the ward he knew, Eliot tried his best to explain why they’d added that, in a way Ted would understand. He never did, but he liked the pretty lights of it and listening to Eliot talk.

After a while, lanterns around the mosaic were lit by Quentin and their home looked like the most inviting spot for miles. Thankfully the wards they’d put up together should keep the worst at bay. Coming from the original falling apart shack it once was, they’d spent enough magic making it a home.

Q had a silent conversation with Eliot from across the yard before coming over to join the pair, checking to see if he was allowed or if Eliot would just shoo him off again. Ted was doing better. The coast was clear. Q smiled warily as he joined them.

Ted automatically held up his only free hand with Cozy Horse and looked sad when he couldn’t hold both that and his father. When Q got close enough, he took the horse from the small boy, then bent down to tuck it into Ted’s shirt so its head would poke out against his small neck. He took the free hand and used his other to ruffle the boy's hair when he stroked it. Straightening back up they began walking again.

The trio wandered aimlessly, attempting to talk about other things, anything to distract Ted, making him smile or laugh about something else. Showing him the world wasn’t always so damn tragic. Ted was pretty set in his thoughts, and it was hard to keep away from the harder-hitting questions. When no answer came from Quentin, Eliot stepped up and drew the boy's attention to him.

“What is dying?”

“Well, uh… Mama’s body stopped working when she got sick. She couldn’t eat, or play, or move her body anymore like we do.”

“But what if I get sick?”

“Everyone gets sick sometimes. I’m going to take care of you, and Dada will take care of you, and the doctors will take care of you too. You’ll be okay even if you get sick.”

“Does everyone die?”

“Eventually, yeah... everyone dies. But the bright side? Most people die when they are very, very old like Nana.”

Q tossed Eliot a look but Ted didn’t seem all that bothered. He was too caught up in his own head, just like someone else Eliot knew. His expression softened when Ted’s small voice spoke again.

“But not Mama. I miss her.”

“No, not Mama. I miss her too”

“Why is Dada’s face wet?”

“I think he’s just going to be doing that from now on, but that’s okay. Everyone needs to cry sometimes.”

“He’s crying? Why?”

“Dada’s crying because he’s very sad that Mama died. We all miss her very much. What do you think we could do when we see someone is sad?”

Ted offered no advice but immediately let go of Eliot and leaned in to try to hug Quentin. Eliot stopped and scooped up the little boy to rest him on his hip in one arm. He was starting to get just a little too big for being carried and Eliot knew there would come a day they wouldn’t be able to pick him up anymore. But that day wasn’t going to be it.

Getting closer to Quentin to side hug him. Q leaned his head in immediately to hide his face in the nook of Eliot’s neck and sniffled quietly. Ted leaned across Eliot to rest his head on his father. Q tried so hard to hide this side from Ted, Eliot wished he wouldn’t.

When Q pulled back and whispered his thanks, they began walking again. Eliot didn’t dare let him move back too far. Arm staying wrapped around his best friend, he pressed his cheek against his head and hummed that beautiful melody Arielle always used to do.

The small boy curled into the crook of Eliot’s neck where Q had been and hooked his little arms around his neck. It didn’t take long for the boy to doze off like that. They walked together in silence a little longer.

It was still too cold for him to sleep outside yet. Eliot knew they’d all be doing that once the temperatures were right for it. He eventually carried the sleeping boy back to the cabin. What looked tiny from the outside became a full spacious home on the inside thanks to years of refining their spellwork.

Tucking the small boy into his own bed, he carefully pulled Cozy Horse from the boy’s clothes and stashed it away into his back pocket. Once he was sure Ted wasn’t getting up again, he crept back out as quietly as he could to go find Quentin.

Quentin had been curled up on the bed-like bench outside. The campfire had been started back up and he seemed to be staring off into space. He hadn’t noticed Eliot approaching until he was moving past his line of vision. Q blinked back and looked up at him. Eliot took up space on the bed beside him, tugging at the blanket sprawled over the arm to cover their bodies against the cold. The nights weren’t warm enough yet, but it was still nice enough to be out there.

“He’s asleep.”

“Thanks. You were amazing today. I felt like a useless floundering fish.”

“C’mon now, give floundering fish some credit. They generally tend to mature into some of the most beautiful and powerful creatures. Plus, they taste delicious.” Eliot tried to tease, leaning in to nudge against his favorite person, wrapping him in for a much-needed cuddle under the blanket. “Some days are just going to be like that. You did exactly what you needed to get through it.”

“He’s asking to go be with her. That’s not normal. He’s just a kid.”

“Kid or not, he’s going to say and feel what he needs to say and feel. He lost someone important to him, just like you did.”

“I hate this. I don’t know the first thing about making any of it okay again.”

“Who says any of it needs to be okay? We just need to keep ourselves above water for a little while longer.”

“You seem to be handling all this way better than I ever could.”

“Just because I’m not hitting the booze anymore, or munching on all the psychedelic carrots I can get my hands on, doesn’t mean I’m handling it, Q. I’m a little numb to it all right now.”

“You’re better with Ted.”

“-And that’s because I’m a dispassionate cold-blooded lizard. Listen, him seeing you like this and showing him it’s okay to be upset is better than anything I can do. He has big feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with, much like someone else I know.”

“You’re far from being cold-blooded or dispassionate.”

“So we both agree I’m a lizard.”

He shifted his arm to retrieve the tattered and dirty Cozy Horse. Quentin sat up to watch and Eliot followed suit.

“I’d try sewing this but I’m lowkey terrified I’ll make it worse. Nobody wants an Ugly Horse.”

“Let me.”

He took it from him, hands gently inspecting the damaged toy. Cozy Horse came to life under Quentin’s touch, moving on its own accord as seams were repaired and holes patched themselves up. It was almost like it was brand new again, minus the lost stuffing and patches of fur. Eliot was enamoured by the sight. Watching something so broken be fixed back together like it was always the same could never get boring.

Eliot dipped in to kiss him softly against his lips the moment he knew Quentin could be distracted. Cozy Horse dropped down onto the blanket. Quentin hummed against the contact, hand reaching up to touch Eliot’s face. When they parted. Eliot nudged Q back down into the bed so that he could watch the stars above while Eliot kissed him in other places. He’d do anything to remind him he wasn’t alone. After their day, the contact was needed.

“See? You’re doing better than you know.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Just most of the time.”

“Eliot, shut up and kiss me again.”

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I’m tired of this waiting And I am not alone Oh I’m burning up Saying what you will I’m not out of love I’m the captain of this sinking ship Please just get a grip I know it’s my fault But we’re not going down Bon Voyage - Arbi, Koethe

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