#sorry for not posting we thought i had fucking cancer so i was a little preoccupied

[chai-berries]

i’m a little crybaby bitch & i just sobbed over a movie but all i could think about is being abby’s little crybaby gf & having her comfort me </3

sooo unfortunately/fortunately i am not a big crier when it comes to anything but one of my best friends is a happy/sad/bored crier and i’ve helped her calm down post cry a few times. she’s a true cancer <3 i’ll channel her into my thoughts.

im thinking of two scenarios, watching something sad without abby & watching it with her ⤵️

watching without abby:

she’d probably be working on something in another room when you decide to start a sad fucking movie. abby’s ears perk at the first sniffle, but she brushes it off cause it’s always allergy season. but when she hears you shakily breathe out “oh,,, my gOD” with your voice all broken and wet, she’s immediately sliding to a stop right outside the living room. you’re curled up with a huge blanket swallowing you, surrounded by snacks and your emotional support water bottle. she notes your wide, glossy eyes and coos ��baby what’s wrong?” and you gesture at the tv, “she - she just loves her family so so much! and she couldn’t tell them before they died!” your voice is cracking around your words.

abby has absolutely no idea who “she” is but that doesn’t keep her from sitting down and pulling you into her side, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. “they’re just a - a great family” you stutter though tears. abby looks up at the tv and sighs. “baby, why did you chose the saddest movie on netflix?” you hesitate. “uh, i was up to the challenge?” “yeah? how’s it going?” she quirks a brow at you. you laugh wetly and abby mentally fist pumps. she presses a kiss to your temple. “okay, how about we watch something happy. ill refill your water.” abby gets up to go into the kitchen when she’s stopped by a tug on her back belt loop. you’re looking up at her, eyes less glossy but still not dry enough. “what?” she asks. “thanks for putting up with a crybaby for a girlfriend.” she picks up your hand from its place at her waist and brings it up to her lips. “anything for you sweet cheeks”

watching with abby:

“no, no, no, nah, not happening! abby, please tell me they’re not gonna do what i think they’re gonna do!” you pause the movie and shake abby’s shoulder, your face so serious in the light of the television. abby giggles and shrugs like a fucking twerp and nudges you to keep watching the movie. she tells you that “you’ll find out soon - keep watching” like she’s never, in all the time you’ve been together, been witness to the millions of times you deep dived imdb and wikipedia five minutes into a movie whenever it starts out with a sad scene.

you don’t do sad movies. and it’s for a good reason! you get all dehydrated and you look sick for hours afterwards!! it’s embarrassing and gross!! abby has witnessed it once and, like her father’s daughter, handed you a glass of water and pulled you gently into her arms, holding you until you got your breathing under control. and that was a week before you asked her out!! on your first date she told you that the crying thing made her want to “take care of you forever”… is it too obvious to point out that she soooooo got lucky that night?

however, in present time she might be sleeping on the couch for trying to get a depressing movie past you. she apologizes to you, tucking you under her arm. “i promise it’s gonna be worth your tears, okay?” she kisses your head. “and i always take care of my crybaby girlfriend, don’t i?” she kisses the same spot again. you relax into her side.

… sooo it’s safe to say you sobbed a whole lot at the end and completely soaked the front of abby’s shirt. you guys had shifted horizontal mid-movie, you laying on top of her. “i hate you” sounds a lot more honest when you’re not desperately clutching at the waist of the person you’re talking to. “but it was a good story, right?? aww i’m sooo sorry, baby,” abby rubs your back. she hands you your water bottle and chocolate before you even think to ask, like she always does. then, you begin the embarrassingly to you cute to abby process that involves sips of water, bites of chocolate, and your head following the rhythm of abby’s chest up and down as you match her breaths.

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no but really we all know abby will always comfort you even if she has no context to what you’re crying about! ride or die babyyyy

[queenofthekings]

𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎 (𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊)

Summary: Hawkins, Indiana, 1986. A dead end town where nothing happens. One night, Eddie Munson goes missing without a trace. He turns up two weeks later on your doorstep, covered in blood and no memory of the last two weeks. When you notice him acting strangely, you follow Eddie into the woods and discover his terrifying secret. But the most terrifying part to you? You can't bring yourself to stay away from Eddie. Whether you've realised you're in love with him or you're under his spell, you don't want to be away from Eddie for a single second and a deadly love affair begins.

Author's note: I doubt anyone's read it but this is a revamped (no pun intended) version of the fic of the same name on AO3 I wrote last year. I love that fic so much and felt like people on here would miss out on it as I haven't posted it here. If you'd ever like to read the original version, you can find it here! If any of you do choose to read it in it's entirety, please don't spoil it for others!

CW: 18+, swearing, character death, sex references, potential smut in later chapters, vampire!Eddie, blood, scenes that people may find disturbing.

Word count: 4.3k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

The alarm went off at 6:15 AM on the dot, its obnoxious and short beeping noise was the worst part of waking up, yet it was a necessary evil. You groaned as you reached out to turn off the beeping and hide back under the covers. You really weren’t in the mood to face the world or school.

You laid under the covers for another five minutes until you sighed, reluctantly pushing the covers out of the way, and sitting up. Rubbing your eyes, you groaned once more as you realized the glass next to you bed was empty. “Thirsty,” you frowned, climbing out of bed, and grabbing your glass to go downstairs and refill it.

Once you reached the kitchen, you stared out the window as your glass began to fill with water. You were completely lost in your own thoughts, distracted by a bird pecking at the grass. Suddenly, your felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to shriek and drop your glass.

Turning around to confront the culprit behind you, you punched your older brother in the arm. “Don’t fucking scare me like that!”

Stephen laughed loudly, giving you a quick hug. “I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry. You’re so easy to scare.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You laughed, picking up your glass to drink what little water was left in it before turning off the tap. “How was work?”

Stephen sighed, filling the kettle, and setting it to boil. “Same old, same old. Jamie’s gonna take you to school if that's alright.”

You frowned as you put your glass down in the sink for washing. “Why can’t you take me?”

“Because, pipsqueak, I’m fuckin’ tired.” He poured himself some coffee before leaving the kitchen and disappearing upstairs.

It had just been the three of you for almost three years; your mom had died of cancer and dad was nowhere to be found. To keep food on the table, all three of you worked. Stephen worked nights at the powerplant, Jamie worked days at the general store, and you worked weekends and the odd evening at the diner.

It wasn't much, but you made it work.

“Y/N!” Jamie called out. “I am leaving in exactly seven minutes! If you’re not ready then, I’m leaving without you!”

“Shit!” You sprinted upstairs to hastily get ready for school. You frantically threw on an Evil Dead t-shirt, dark plaid mini-skirt, and old grey socks, forcing your feet into a pair of black boots. Additionally, you grabbed your denim jacket off the floor before picking up your backpack and hurtling yourself down the stairs.

Jamie stood at the front door, looking at his watch. “Only thirty seconds to spare, I’m impressed.”

You pushed past him to get out the front door, giving him a death glare before smiling. “Oh shut up, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“But for how long?” Jamie's expression went sinister as he opened the door for you before climbing into the car himself.

After climbing into the car, you punched his arm. “If you kill me on the way to school, you’d be doing me a kindness. Surely, you want me to suffer as much as possible.”

Turning the car on, Jamie pressed play on the stereo, Bronski Beat began playing throughout the car. “If I can't kill you, I'll just leave you with my terrible music.”

You groaned, sinking down into your seat. “You're too kind, sparing my life and giving me the gift of whatever this is.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “I am nothing but merciful.”

The rest of the car ride was silent as you tapped your thighs to the beat of the music, watching Hawkins fly past you. Yawning, you leaned your head against the window and tried not to fall back asleep. All the late nights were definitely catching up to you and it was probably time to sleep early for once, not that you’d ever actually do it though.

The car pulled into the Hawkins High parking lot and came to a halt, with you climbing out and grabbing your backpack.

“Stephen will pick you up tonight, as usual. I'll be home probably at about 6 with dinner, alright?” Jamie leaned over to make sure you could hear him.

You nodded, putting on your headphones and grabbing your Walkman out of your backpack. “I’ll see you at home.” You didn't bother waiting for a reply as you walked into school, pressing play on your music, Shout by Tears for Fears filling your ears.

Arriving at your locker, you ignored the “Hellfire’s Bitch” plastered all over it. You’d long since given up trying to rub it off as it would appear again the next day, you were used to it anyway. When it first started to happen, you’d always scream and cry about how much you hated it and how it wasn’t true, but now you wore the name like a badge of honour.

Better to be known as Hellfire’s Bitch than a slut, right?

While you weren’t an official member of the Hellfire Club, you were still pretty good friends with the members. After your mom died, they’d more or less taken you under their wing. They made you laugh again and remind you that you always had someone looking out for you, no matter what.

The only downside was being teased for being associated with “freaks” and having to deal with the constant fear of being beaten up by Jason and his band of loyal cultists. While you hadn’t been attacked yet, you knew it was coming at some point – you were 5’1”, you didn’t stand a chance against Jason’s 5’8” frame. You’d be toast in seconds.

You shrugged off those thoughts, grabbing the necessary books out of your locker and walked to your first class, not bothering to take off your headphones. You weren’t in any classes with any of your friends anyway, so there was no point in taking them off.

You breezed your way through the classes, never putting your hand up and taking notes if you needed to. Before your mom’s death, you’d always be engaged in classes and would always ask questions. But now? You didn’t see a point in doing anything but getting your work done so you could get out.

Once the lunch bell rang, you rushed into the cafeteria and looked around for your friends, only to have Eddie Munson stand on his table and stretch his arms out towards you. “But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

Blushing deeply, you laughed and made your way over to his table. “Alright, Romeo, you can stop with the theatrics now.” Placing your tray on the table, you flattened the back of your skirt and sat down closest to Eddie.

Eddie moved his chair slightly closer to you. “You’ll never guess who I’m gonna ask to prom.”

You looked at him and then at the rest of the table before back to Eddie, knowing that everyone except you knew who he was talking about. “I’ll guess Nancy Wheeler.”

Gareth almost choked on his food from laughing. “Close but not quite.”

You went silent for a few moments to think, the smile slowly growing on your lips as an idea came to your head. “Chrissy Cunningham? Fuck off, even I wanna sleep with her.”

The entire table sat up straighter at your comment, all of them instantly thinking of you and Chrissy making out in very little clothing. Several of the boys coughed awkwardly as they readjusted their jeans, causing you to roll your eyes and turn back to Eddie. “You’re such a bullshitter, Munson.”

Eddie put his hands up in surrender. “I’m not bullshitting, I swear.”

You laughed, opening your carton of juice. “I’ll believe you when I see it for myself.”

Eddie gave you a slight smirk, his eyes focused on your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. “Don’t you worry, Juliet, I’ll prove it.”

You raised an eyebrow, licking your lips. “I’m betting on it.”

Gareth sighed, slamming his fist down on the table, causing you and Eddie to jump. “Either kiss and get it over with or stop eye-fucking each other, there’s kids around.”

You and Eddie moved slightly away from each other, coughing awkwardly as you took a sip of your juice. Talk at the table went to the usual next D&D session, you just sitting and listening to the excited boys, not knowing, or understanding anything that was being said. But listening to the excitement in their voices always made your smile.

The rest of the school day went by uneventfully and ended with you waiting outside the school for Stephen to pick you up. As usual, he was late. Everyone else had already gone home, leaving you to sit on the wall in front of the school with your headphones on, staring at the road and waiting for Stephen’s car.

A person stood in front of you, causing you to take your headphones off and look up at them. “Well well well, it looks like it’s just you and me, Juliet."

You sighed, folding your arms over your chest. “Why are you still here, Eddie? School’s over.”

Eddie almost frowned as he sat down beside you on the wall, ignoring your question. “Why are you still here?”

“Stephen’s supposed to pick me up. I guess he forgot,” you shrugged, grimacing.

“What’re you listening to?” Eddie took your headphones, pressing play on your Walkman before you could answer. You watched his face show little to no emotion as he listened to your music, his eyes focused on something in the distance, or probably nothing at all.

After a few minutes, he took the headphones off and handed the Walkman back to you. “Because you didn't give me a chance to answer before you listened, it’s Modern Talking.”

Eddie nodded slowly. “It's… different.”

You shook your head, laughing a little. “It’s okay, you can say you hate it.”

He narrowed his eyes, leaning his head in closer to yours. “Whoever said I hated it?”

“Oh please, I know you, Romeo. You don’t wanna be rude by saying my music is terrible, so you call it interesting, you’ve said that about anything you don’t like that I like.”

Eddie smirked. “So you think you know me?”

You raised an eyebrow, getting closer to him. “Of course I know you, we know each other very well.”

“Maybe we do, maybe we don’t.”

You moved away, brushing him off. “You never answered my earlier question, why are you still here?”

Eddie shrugged, fiddling with the ends of your hair. “I was about to leave when I saw you out here alone, I didn’t think you should be waiting for your bother alone... if he even turns up.”

You frowned. “He’ll turn up, he’s just running late.”

“I’ll tell you what; if he doesn’t turn up in the next 10 minutes, I will take you home.”

You thought about his offer for a moment before slowly nodding your head. “Okay, sure.”

It wouldn’t be the first time Eddie had offered to drive you home; he’d even done it a handful of times over the past few years. But you always felt guilty over him having to stay later after school to wait with you and then eventually drive you home.

While your brothers tolerated Eddie and accepted that he was a friend, they were still wary of him. Not because of any of the Hellfire “cult” nonsense, but because of Eddie’s reputation for dealing drugs and smoking almost constantly. It was the typical overprotective older brother routine that you’d had been forced to live with since your parents died.

Eddie lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke, being careful to not blow it in your face. You looked in his direction, taking the cigarette from him and taking a long drag, blowing out the smoke as you handed it back.

Almost hesitantly, Eddie took the cigarette back. “Okay, that was the hottest thing you've ever done, who knew Juliet could hold a smoke?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “Surprised, Munson?”

He took another drag, processing everything he’d just witnessed. “I just pictured you as the good girl, never doing anything like this.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “We crash parties all the time, I’d hardly call myself the good girl.”

Eddie took one last long drag before throwing his cigarette away. “In that case, Juliet, the not good girl, I think it’s high time I take you home.”

You sighed, nodding as you picked up your backpack and jacket, making your way over to Eddie’s van with Eddie wrapping an arm around your shoulder. His arm dropped to open the passenger side door for you before disappearing to the other side of the van and climbing in.

You tossed your bag and jacket in before climbing in yourself, closing the door behind you. The van smelled of thousands of cigarettes, beer cans and cologne; while you wouldn’t call it horrible, it certainly took you by surprise every time you smelled it. You were sure the smell was strong enough to burn some hairs off your nose, not that  you’d ever say anything to Eddie about it.

The car ride was silent between you two, the only sound was Eddie’s stereo playing Master of Puppets by Metallica, Eddie’s hands tapping against the steering wheel. You’d heard him play the song a thousand times since it was released, it was cute in a way.

People always saw Eddie have this tough and scary exterior but once people ripped the surface away and go deeper, they’d see that he was one of the softest and kindest people in the school. Fiercely protective and loyal to those closest to him, he’d take a bullet for them if he could.

All too soon, Eddie had parked his van outside of your house and was waiting for you to make a move. You awkwardly picked up your belongings, knowing you should say something… anything but nothing came to mind. “I’ll see you later?” You blurted out without fully thinking beforehand.

It came out more like a question than anything else, and if Eddie could hear your thoughts, he’d be bombarded with loud screaming and being told you were an idiot repeatedly. You couldn’t understand why today of all days, you couldn't act normal around him.

Just say goodbye like a normal person, you complete loser.

Eddie nodded, giving you a gentle smile, clearly not fazed by your strange reaction. “See you later, Juliet. And please don’t tell your brothers I let you smoke.”

You nodded, your insides melting at that damned smile. “Your secret is safe with me.” You nodded as you opened the door and climbed out. After closing the door, you gave him a salute before racing inside.

Once the door was closed, you instantly began banging your forehead against it repeatedly, cringing at every hit until you felt a hand on your forehead, moving your head away from the door. “If you wanted to crack your skull open, you’ll have to hit harder than that.”

You frowned, moving your head to see Stephen grinning beside you. Once you realised who it was, you instantly began punching his arm. “You were supposed to pick me up from school, asshole!”

Stephen raised his arms in defence before grabbing your fists to stop you from attacking him. “I know and I’m sorry, my alarm didn’t wake me up. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You stopped fighting, your eyes narrowing. “Make it up to me how?”

He let go of your hands. “You can have whatever you want for dinner all weekend, and Eddie Munson can take you to school and pick you up for the rest of the month.”

You thought about his offer for a moment before nodding. “You got yourself a deal, you’re lucky you get to live another day.” You held out your hand and Stephen shook it, sealing the deal.

He smiled as their hands shook before his smile dropped almost as quickly as it appeared. “Did you smoke?”

Your eyes went wide for a moment before you bolted for the stairs, Stephen hot on your heels. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down as soon as you reached the top step. “I’m gonna kill Munson!” he yelled.

“You said he could be my ride for a month! We had a deal!” You yelled back, trying to hold in your laughter as you lay on the stairs.

“That was before I knew he got you to smoke!”

You were just about to kick him in the balls to get him off, but the front door opened, revealing Jamie had come home with burgers. Stephen looked down at you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “This isn’t over, you’re grounded for the rest of the semester,” then he walked downstairs to greet his brother.

Rolling your eyes, you turned over and stood up, slowly making your way down the stairs. At first, you thought it was all a joke but hearing your brother’s voice sound so threatening made you realise that perhaps he wasn’t joking at all and maybe you were grounded after all.

Arriving in the kitchen, you grabbed your Styrofoam box of a burger and fries from the greasy bag and grabbed a Coke from the fridge before sitting down at the counter to eat.

The three of you ate in silence, until Jamie spoke up through a mouthful of fries. “How was school?”

You shrugged, finishing the rest of your burger before answering. “Same old, same old, Stephen forgot to pick me up, so Eddie brought me home.”

Stephen shook his head, clearly annoyed that you brought it up. “I didn’t forget, I overslept. Do I need to bring up how you’re grounded for the rest of the semester?”

You looked down, playing with a fry. Jamie frowned, turning to the eldest sibling. “Why’s she grounded?”

“Would you like to say why you’re grounded?” Stephen asked, you shook your head. “She’s grounded because she smoked.”

Jamie raised his eyebrow slightly, directing his next question towards you. “Was it drugs or just a cigarette?”

“Cigarette,” you almost whispered, hanging your head.

“What do you mean “just” a cigarette? She shouldn’t be smoking anything!” Stephen almost yelled.

“You were her age once! You did far worse than her! Do I need to remind you why all your girlfriends were banned from the house? Or why none of mom’s jewellery was left to us?” Jamie fired back.

“It’s because I did worse shit that I want to stop her from continuing!” Stephen towered over Jamie. “If she isn't careful, she’ll ruin her life!”

“OH MY GOD, STOP PRETENDING TO BE DAD!” You screamed, getting off your seat. “No matter how hard you put on the persona, you’ll never be him.”

Stephen moved around the counter to stand in front of you, looking like a giant compared to you. “I don’t know if you noticed, kiddo, since that deadbeat left, I have to be. My life ended the day mom died. Both of our lives did, we had to look after you.”

“So this is my fault?” You laughed bitterly. “If you didn’t want me, you should’ve just shipped me off to England when Aunt Clara fucking asked.”

His eyes narrowed, his voice getting quiet. “You know what? Maybe I should’ve. Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck in this fucking shithole with a little brother who’s a pushover and a little sister who thinks the entire world revolves around her.”

Before another word could be said, Stephen stormed out of the house and sped away, leaving you and Jamie to stare at each other and wonder what in the world had just happened. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you darted towards the door and shakily grabbed your coat and put it on.

“Where are you going?” Jamie asked, walking towards the door after you.

“Out.”

“You’re grounded, remember?”

“So stop me from going out then.” You waited for a few seconds before nodding your head. “I’ll be back later, I just wanna clear my head.”

Jamie pulled you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re not a burden to me, okay? Stephen’s just got a lot resting on his shoulders and I know he shouldn’t take it out on you, but he just wants the best for you.”

You nodded, hugging him back before letting go. “I love you, Jamie, and I’m sorry for ruining dinner.”

Jamie brushed you off. “Nah you didn’t, don’t worry about it. I love you too and go see Eddie.”

“How did you know I’d go see Eddie?”

“I was eighteen once before, I know love when I see it.”

“I-I don’t-” you stuttered, completely taken aback by your brother’s comment.

“I’ll keep your secret, don’t worry. Now go before it gets too dark.”

You gave him a smile before walking out into the dusk. It wasn’t too far to walk to Eddie’s, but it still probably wasn’t a good idea to walk it at that hour and alone. You shivered a little and wished you’d put on tights or jeans before leaving but it was far too late for that now; you’d probably borrow a blanket from Eddie when you were there.

After almost an hour of walking, you arrived at Eddie’s trailer. With a shaky hand, you knocked on his door. As you waited, you could feel the anxiety rising within you, almost making you cry; not over seeing Eddie, but the weight of the argument and what Stephen had said had finally hit you and it hit like a tonne of bricks.

Eddie opened the door with a wide smile. “Well this is a surprise, Juliet.” His smile dropped once he noticed you were on the verge of a panic attack. “What happened? Who do I need to kill?”

You shook your head, hugging him tightly, burying your face in his chest. Eddie closed the door behind you and hugged you back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before gently scratching the top of your head, soothing you. “You're okay, nothing will hurt you here.”

Keeping your head in his chest, you breathed in the smell of cigarettes and cologne, both smells and Eddie’s words helping you calm down. Slowly, you came out of the hug. “I got into an argument with Stephen.”

Eddie nodded, pressing another kiss to the side of your head. “You get the blankets; I’ll get the beer.”

You nodded, grabbing blankets from the sofa and Eddie’s room before making your way up to the roof of the trailer, arranging the blankets to be comfortable to sit on and resting one on your lap to warm your legs up.

The pair of you always sat on the roof whenever you came over, staring up at the sky, looking at clouds and smoking during the day and looking at constellations, talking about your dreams and drinking during the night.

Eddie brought up a box of beer, passing it up to you as he finished climbing up the ladder himself. He settled next to you, getting two cans out and opening one before handing it to you and opening his own. “You wanna tell me what actually happened?”

You sighed before taking a sip of your beer, reluctantly nodding. “There isn’t much to really say. Stephen grounded me for the rest of the semester because I was smoking with you. He also basically said that I ruined both his and Jamie’s lives when our mom died, and he wished he’d sent me off to England.”

Eddie took a massive chug of his beer, clearly trying to contain his anger. “Your brother is an asshole, I’m sorry but he is. If he doesn’t apologize for saying what he said and ungrounding you, I’ll get my uncle to beat his ass.”

You shook your head, taking a long drink. “Don’t worry about it, Jamie has my back.”

“The offer’s always open, Juliet.”

You smiled at each other as you both fell silent, drinking your beers and staring up at the stars, the silence of the trailer park occasionally broken by a couple arguing or a dog barking. To you, it was nothing short of heaven to be under the stars with Eddie and dreaming of being away from home.

“Let’s get out of here.” Eddie said, breaking the silence.

You looked at him before looking at your watch. “The diner should still be open.”

“I was thinking more somewhere overseas.”

“So my brother shouts at me, I should flee the country?”

“This place is a dead end; we’ve been saying it for years.”

“So what’re we gonna do about it?”

He shrugged slightly. “You know I’ll follow you wherever you wanna go.”

You downed the rest of your beer. “What if I wanna go to Antarctica?”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly as he opened another beer for you, handing it to you. “In that case, Juliet, I’d better get my winter coat.”

You took the beer from him and took a sip. “Did you mean it? When you said you’d take Chrissy to prom?” You asked quietly.

Realising your change in demeanour, Eddie stroked your cheek with his thumb. “There’s only one girl I’d take to prom, and it’ll never be Chrissy Cunningham.”

With watery eyes, you looked at him. “Who’s that?”

Eddie smiled gently, leaning into you, as if he was about to kiss you but he stopped just before you lips, his forehead resting against yours as his dark eyes bore into yours. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he placed a finger over your lips to stop you before continuing. “And since I do wanna take you to prom, there’s one very important question I must ask you. Y/N, my Juliet, may I take you out on a date tomorrow night?”

A tear fell down your cheek as you smiled, taking a few seconds to answer. “Edward Munson, my Romeo, you may take me out on a date tomorrow.”

[bloodied-dagger]

some song recs based off lyrics

@rainbowangel110 has asked, so I shall deliver

did I spend entirely way too much time on this? Yes. Was it worth it? Probably not. Did I have to add the lyrics I related to the most for every single song? No, but rainbow specifically mentioned the lyric posting and it's fun soooooo (anyways it's 4:30 AM over here so. if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. I'll edit this in the morning so it won't have any)

Complete list without the commentary is at the bottom. List is in a Song Title - Artist format

Alternative

“Alternative” is being very loosely used here, there will be other genres mixed in here. Also, there is no particular order for this bit

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons This is probably the most country song you'll ever get out of me, right next to the Nickleback song I've got in there

'Cause I will wait I will wait for you And I will wait I will wait for you

BREATHING UNDERWATER - Hot Milk This is very alt-rock emo of me, sorry rainbow

I tried breathing underwater to drown out the doubt Cracked under the pressure and nearly bled out You said you'd always save me - so where are you now? Feels like I'm failing, I'm dancing while drowning alone

Bells - The Unlikely Candidates Honestly I don't really care about the lyrics for this one, I just think I should throw something a bit more mellow after that last one and it's a good song so

And where we go, nobody knows Those bells are ringing, ringing loud Oh lord, we're going down - six underground Those bells are ringing, ringing loud

Razzmatazz - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME Once again I throw a song in for the vibes and not the lyrics. Sue me

And now, well Some things just cannot be fixed With sparkled tongues and politics In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous

Rule #11 - My Dream, My Addiction - Fish in a Birdcage Okay, last one I'm adding for the vibes- for now

I, I've never seen a storm this fierce I, am feelin' rather small in here As the walls start to compress Shifting, squirming, restlessness

For You - Loveless Alright now here's a song I'm adding for the lyrics. It's also more on the rock song but it's not that heavy I don't think (maybe minus the bridge where it goes all heavy metal baseline for 8 or so bars)

Wasted my time Why would I ever waste another line on you, you? Crossing the line Why would I ever tell another lie for you, you?

Apologies - acloudyskye You must be something else if you thought we were getting out of this list without a skye song in here. This one isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea bc it's electronic but I like it so

I often think about their lives A fault in me I can't deny And in the end I won't even think So, apologies for all these things

Broken Zipper - Group Project You know I had to put a gp song on here somewhere. This one's def a more feel good song, also one I use to call myself out on with when I'm getting pissed about the little things Although it is a love song about crushing on your best friends sister or something? Whatever

You spend one week's worth of pay on your night out Wrote in pen and ran out of white out Lost your shades and it's much too bright out But who the fuck cares when you're breathing fine right now?

Could've Been Me - The Struts This song has made me cry, and that's an achievement when it's as upbeat of a song as it is

I wanna live better days Don't want to look back and say "It could've been me It could've been me"

Playing Dead - VIOLÀ Came because the song is an emo banger, stayed because I related to it a little while later. This one's also very rock, but I have to have a few in here

But if this is the last time I say sorry Then I'll take it back, 'cause I don't mean it You are the cancer in my body I'm done playing dead 'cause I still feel it

Through the Ghost - Shinedown No idea what living "through the ghost" means but it sounds poetic as hell

Speak of the devil, Look who just walked into the room The guilty invaded notion Of someone I once knew

Reason for Living - Morgan Page This song is actually for the beat saber soundtrack, and so is the next one. Naturally, it's on the more electronic/dance side of things but some of the lyrics are Big Mood™ so

'Cause I don't even sleep no more these days No such thing as staying up too late And nobody's at home waiting for me I'm staying up on a feeling - it's the reason for living

Heavy Weight (feat. Beat Saber) - Lindsey Stirling The fact that beat saber can get lindsey-fucking-stirling on a song is kind of crazy to me. Like. What

Heavy weight Feel it in my past mistakes But I think I've carried them For way too long

Inertia - AJR The shortest songname - artistname on this whole list, probably because it's competition is an artist who's name is abbreviated to IDKHBTFM. Anyway, when this came out I fucking Felt It hearing these words for the first time, and they still hit me the same way (maybe even more effectively than before)

An object in motion Don't ask where I'm going 'Cause where I am going is right where I am (Oh man!)

Alma Mater - Group Project This song reminds me of good times. Maybe not better times, but good ones that're long gone now.

I said "Hey, Why we always end up staying out late, Staying out late?"

It's a love song but I'm 100% not focused on that at all /gen

(Sad, yet) Impactful

Little commentary, songs in order of how impactful each of them are in my opinion (top = least, bottom = most) Also a good portion of these are probably heartbreak songs or smth but I'm pretending they're not like an aromantic would

Cellphone - Promoting Sounds & Nate Kest

It's getting late, I sipped too much Look at me strange, I'll be too blunt I'm easy to hate; I'm hard to love But you love me anyway - or is it lust?

I Won't Beg for You - Chri$tian Gate$

'Cause I won't beg for you, my dear These knees have bled, pulled out my hair Didn't know you tried to burn us down Even when we tried to work it out

Call Me - Shinedown

I finally put it all together But nothing really lasts forever I had to make a choice that was not mine I had to say goodbye for the last time

By The Way - Theory of a Deadman I usually listen to the "(Acoustic) [Bonus Track]" version of this song when I'm sad. figured that was worth mentioning so it isn't out of place (a hard rock song in the middle of a slower song list)

By the way You left without saying goodbye to me Now that you're gone, away All I can think about is you and me, you and me

Rayleigh Scattering - acloudyskye

And if it gets better It's taking forever And what's with this weather? It's not getting better

Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi

So Before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all feel better? If only I had known you had a storm to weather

Landing In London - 3 Doors Down

And when the night comes in around me And I don't think I'll make it through I'll use your light to guide my way 'Cause all I think about is you

Ashes of Eden - Breaking Benjamin

Are you with me after all? Why can't I hear you? Are you with me through it all? Then why can't I feel you?

To Build a Home - Grace Page

And I built a home For me, for you Until it disappeared From me, from you And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...

Better Than Me - Bohnes

'Cause I Know that you Deserve better than me Better than me, yeah

My Body Is a Cage - Peter Gabriel This one's only here because of that full orchestra impact moment honestly

I'm standing on a stage Of fear and self doubt It's a hollow play But they'll clap anyway

No Time To Die - Billie Eilish

I should've known That I'd leave alone Just goes to show That the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe

My Immortal - Effervescent

These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time cannot erase

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me And just forget the world?

Somewhere Out There - acloudyskye

It's over Oh, and under Under we go So far below

Full list, no commentary:

Alternative

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

BREATHING UNDERWATER - Hot Milk

Bells - The Unlikely Candidates

Razzmatazz - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Rule #11 - My Dream, My Addiction - Fish in a Birdcage

For You - Loveless

Apologies - acloudyskye

Broken Zipper - Group Project

Could've been me - The Struts

Playing Dead - VIOLÀ

Through the Ghost - Shinedown

Reason for Living - Morgan Page

Heavy Weight (feat. Beat Saber) - Lindsey Stirling

Inertia - AJR

Alma Mater - Group Project

Impactful

Cellphone - Promoting Sounds & Nate Kest

I Won't Beg For You - Chri$tian Gate$

Call Me - Shinedown

By The Way (Acoustic) [Bonus Track] - Theory of a Deadman

Rayleigh Scattering - acloudyskye

Before you go - Lewis Capaldi

Landing in London - 3 Doors Down

Ashes of Eden - Breaking Benjamin

To Build a Home - Grace Page

Better Than me - Bhones

My Body Is a Cage - Gabe Peters

No Time to Die - Billie Eilish

My Immortal - Effervescent

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Somewhere Out There - acloudyskye

[millysastroblog]

What I think about ur zodiac placements / ~PT 1~

Hello this is my first astrology observation post pls take what I write here with a grain of 🧂.

It’s just for fun 🙃!

Sooooooo let’s dive into the 12 zodiac signs and my personal experience with them personally:)

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Aries 😌: You guys are some of the most intense fire crackers out there, like they have a lot of energy and determination with like literally all aspects of life. I honstley respect u for being energetic and always on the go. I mostly have a good time with these people because they are entertaining,funny and easy to be around with but the bad side of them is just that they can sometimes be all little bit to impatient and self centered and bad mouthed.Also Aries people are sooooo fucking stubborn like a Taurus placements. Like can u even listen for one second. Anyway I personally like Aries placenta bc I don’t get bored with them that much .

Taurus 🤩: I personally really like Taurus placement bc first of all I am one and second of all we are very chill relaxed people. No time to stress no time to argue Taurus people don’t like to be in rush or stress they just like peace and want to relaxxxxxxxx 🫠. They have an immaculate taste when it comes to how they dress, and they style their hair and what the eat .They want the best out of the matierial world and through being patient and consistent they achieve these goals. Taurus is a beautiful but sometimes lazy sign 🌺. They play by their action not their words. Taurus people like also things that smell and look good on others ( When I see a man or woman that smells bomb 1000 x that passes me by I tend to look their direction and want to ask them where they got that fragrance or perfume from bc Taurus people get highhhhh from that shit 🍃🌸 ahahahaah ).The bad side about Taurus people is the most well know fact that is their stubbornness like we don’t give a fuck about what u have to say If we feel like it’s not valuable or important in any kind of way. Well …. it’s going to dismissed. Taurus people are also very slow with their actions sometimes toooo slow. And the last point is their possessiveness they know exactly that they can be really focused and stingy with people or material items these are the kids in kindergarten that refuse to share shit or take things from other because the know want they want and once they know what they want their mind turn into a ROCK 🪨. ( Side note: Also don’t provoke them or make these people angry unless u want a visit from the devil 👿)

Gemini😕: Chille Gemini the twin twin twinsssss idk what to write but the fact that u guys are fake!Sorry not sorry I have always had that opinion about y’all and it probably will never change. u guys are not that bad but I find most of u kinda annoying the to much of talking and gossiping drives me insane like can y’all stf up for a minute I need a BREEAAAAaak 🤯. But I can appreciate ur intellect and observations about certain things. One thing about Gemini is that they can be funny and crack the most out of nowhere jokes. I have seen a lot of Geminis being two sided or twisted bc of indecisiveness u guys don’t know what y’all want because there are so many options, thoughts, ideas, opinions about things so u get confused and confuse others. So I can give u guys some compassion for that .but all in all I find u still (annoying & F A K E 😘).

Cancer 🥺🌸:

Awwwweeeeeweee my babies I am about two cry writing bc u are my soul sisters and brothers 🥲. I loveeeeeeeeeee u guys so much bc u are one of the most loyal people on this universe . The way u care about people that don’t give two fucks about y’all it’s sadddd 😖. I love that I can sit with u in silence and everything is good and calm and chill. I appreciate the fact that I can vent or tell things to you that deeply impact me and there is not judgement. Cancers have really kind hearts and souls ONLY FOR PEOPLE THEY CARE ABOUT. that’s why it takes some time for them to open up and be themselves.But once u have seen their family / brother, sisters, mama, Dady, sons, daughters, even fucking ancestors then let me tell you … u are in their life permanent 🤫 or for a very long time because once they love u they will be family to u or u to them. So positive side is that they are caring, good listeners, respectful, homebodies, chill people and loyal!!! NOW ITS NOT ALL SWEET LIKE CANDY WITH CANCERS BC they can be the complete opposite when they don’t like u or u have hurt them. Cancers tend to have a hard time expressing anger. So once they are fed up with u the are ready to literally attack u like a crab 🦀. So yeah them being passive aggressive is a huge bad side and a victim complex after u dumbed them they will pull out the fact that the took care of u and this and that so . Treat them nicely and everything shall be good 👍 ( I guess??😬)

Like for Part 2 ❤️👍

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Hey people I love 🫀

I may not be able to post a chapter tomorrow, I'm not sure. I was only able to today because my dad's procedure took longer than we thought it would but he had to have some more facial skin cancer removed and so I may be a little slow today trying to help out around the house. They found like four more spots on his face and one might be on his eye so at some point more biopsies. Fuck. Don't go outside without sunscreen please? I don't know what that even means will happen but... I'm not worrying about it right now. One thing at a time.

I also have a PT appointment in the early afternoon tomorrow but... I'm thinking I'll just go long enough to explain I can't do this anymore. I still can't put pressure on my knee, my joints are all fucked, and I've lost even more weight since starting that I definitely didn't have to lose. PT is getting dangerous, so I'm just one of those EDS cases that it can't help with... That's okay. I also have to get mom in to her doctor's office to get something about her medication cleared up. I hate how the medical stuff works here. It's exhausting. Everything is exhausting though. It's funny being so stressed on the first day of my birth month. I'm not one of those people that makes a big deal out of the month, normally I mostly ignore the day itself but I just find it ironic I might be starting this year off a little bit more crazed than last year.

At least I have an answer now though which I didn't last year. I was lost and scared and overwhelmed by my health and I still am but my docs seem to think an answer fixes it all right? That's what you get for having diagnosticians as your primary care. They stop caring as much once they solve the riddle. It only took them like eight years. Woot 🥳

Sorry, I'm not trying to complain or be emo. I just wanted to let everyone know I might be slow today and tomorrow, I don't know about the next day but we'll see. I'll try to be here if anyone needs me and I'm sorry if I suck at it lately. I'm trying. I love you all so much 🖤

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Okay so....

This was a post I probably should have made a few days ago...

But we're here now...

So let me explain a few things that are happening right now in my personal life, things no one on this site knows.

❌Dark topics ahead, readers discretion is advised.❌

Firstly I should "introduce" you two the individuals I'm going to be talking about.

The first being my mothers mother, who we'll call K, and the woman I currently live with.

Then we have my father's mother, who we'll call T.

My grandmother's, my biological grandmother's.

Well a little over a year ago (maybe a year and a half or so, I'm terrible with time, it always escapes me.) they were both diagnosed with lung cancer within a few months of eachother.

K being the first to receive her diagnosis.

They both seemed to be doing pretty good for a while, they'd done radiation, and immuneotherapy, surgery was never an option for either of them.

K's cancer even went into remission near the end of fall in 2022 or so. Even after she refused more treatment, as she felt more miserable doing it, and she'd come to terms with it.

Then in January of 2022 K's husband. Who we'll call R, and the man I had grown up calling my grandfather, despite him not being my biological grandfather. Suddenly died of a heart attack, right in front of K, who while in the hospital had to witness first hand as they tried to resuscitate him.

It was two days before her birthday, and after they called it, my father called me to tell me the news, I was at work when it happened.

They made his funeral plans on K's birthday.

Despite having Covid and Strep throat, I attended his funeral anyways, sitting in a far back corner away from everyone so as to not get anyone sick.

Things were strange for a long time, and hard on everyone, but we took it one day at a time.

And for a while things were going good, well considering.

Up until about two weeks ago... K's cancer is no longer in remission, and it's spreading into her throat.

She's doing radiation again, but it's really only delaying the inevitable, as horrible as it is to say.

And T... Well yesterday the doctors informed the family that she only has a few days left...

And my family is afraid that when T passes, her husband B, will just completely give up on life, and do something drastic.

He's been with her since he was 19, he doesn't know how to be on his own... And he's known for making terrible choices when he's distraught.

Christ it's such a fucked situation...

I'm crying as I write this...

For the past two years I have had to watch as my grandmother's are dying, and at least one of my grandfather dies.

These passed two years have been some of the hardest years I've been through so far in life.

And I'm not writing it because I want sympathy, or pity or anything like that. That's why I've not talked about it until now. I'm writing this because I need to get it off my chest.

And I wanted you all to know why I suddenly go AFK for days at a time.

I know you guys will understand, and I know you'll give me the time I need, but I just needed you all to know.

Cherish your loved ones, as cheesy as it sounds, because you never know when you've said your last goodbye.

I love you all, and I appreciate you all more than you'll ever realize.

And I'm so sorry to just drop this emotional bomb on you all.

Sometimes life is just to fucking real... And god it hurts so much...

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@l0vel3ss-l1nds3y @dearest-painter

(I wanted to tag you both in case you guys would miss it on your dash. And I really thought you both ought to know as well.)

[ghxstgvrlx]

I’m sorry I fucking hate twitter

It’s a cesspool and it breeds hatred I swear

Also I think people don’t realize that politicians mostly using twitter is weird still.

Like they are going to have to add tweets from presidents in history books. Is that something we enjoy? I don’t. I don’t know. I don’t need to know every little quip and thought important figures have. Also on this note, too many people feel like they’ve done something to help society with just a tweet and it doesn’t work like that. I think it gives people an “out” to not mean what they say or to retweet something and feel like they contributed. When in reality all those tweets get lost in a sea of internet and when we go back and look at not so current current events it all gets muddled with that nonsense.

Also like I said, it’s too easy the way it’s set up for people to have a false sense of superiority or importance from just having “successful tweets”.

Every platform has a different vibe and culture and I just have never enjoyed the kind of vain and hateful undertone that twitter has always had. But, to each his own.

I also think it gives people more ability to bully more effectively and I think people undersell just how much hostility it creates.

Tumblr to me is something different. Though it may not “do” what it “did” when it first started I still just think the users are more free. Also? I know I’m not the only one who likes tumblr sexuality more. Like twitter is so official and Everytime I’ve ever gone on there and found like an OF creator posting their content to redirect them to their OF account I’ve been just bored immediately. Like what is sexy about paying 2.99 for a video of a blowjob? Or having it set up l Ike that. Tumblr at least has a mystery, a vibe and it doesn’t all have to be just one person doing things, it’s more of a collective. Porn has gotten to advanced. No one is fucking they way they used to and they’re not having babies either. Twitter and porn and OF are cancer for that. Think I’m overreacting? Just watch what would happen if you shut them down, how many people who have to actually go get a lover or fall in love or at least just not spend every waking hour fapping. It gets boring having it handed and spoon fed to you like that. It’s too easy. It gets boring fast. (In my opinion) also no mystique. I think people have forgotten than a big part of remaining sexy or keeping an air of sexuality with people you want to keep it with, if you give everything away like that it’s just not that fun. There’s no chase. There’s no reward. It eventually feels robotic. What’s sexy about that? Nothing. Not to me at least. I’m grossed out I’m not gonna lie. I never got on twitter ever because I didn’t have a desire or reason to and the couple times I have in the past it’s really been a punch in the face Everytime whether it’s bombardment of politically charged current events or organization’s collectively bullying and doxxing people, quick little not well thought out ideas and everyone I’ve ever found attractive selling their soul for that papa. It’s gross. It’s boring. I hate that everything is served to you on a fucking plate. You should have to work for your entertainment. You should have to scroll through someone’s art and find them interesting and you should have to work to see someone you have a huge crush on naked. That’s not a slut shaming thing, it’s not a moral judgment, it’s an opinion lol I just find it less fun, less attractive.

Idk I’m just ranting? This is just gonna get lost in my blog anyway idc rn

It seems like there's more positivity on Tumblr than other platforms (*cough*Twitter*cough*). Like, you can say "I love you, bestie." without anyone calling you corny or childish.

Y'know what? Reblog this to let your besties know you love them.

[blayzebryte]

My 50th birthday came and went without fanfare. For months leading up to it I had a goal weight in mind and a dress I had wanted to fit into. As the day drew closer my weight kept creeping up. And now I am the biggest I’ve been in six years! Doh!

Disappointing, maybe - but hardly surprising. I mean, this is what happens every birthday, especially the ‘milestone’ ones. Instead of despairing, I thought about what had happened and contrasted it with what I was doing a couple of years ago when I felt a lot more in control of my body.

One thing I learned long ago is that aiming for a goal weight or size by a particular date simply does not work for me. I have since found what DOES work - so why the fuck didn’t I do that this time? Isn’t insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Oh well, back to piecing together my success formula from a few years back…

For a start, I would involve my body in what is going on. She has her own wisdom, which is extremely valuable, but she can’t grasp abstract concepts like sizes, weights, and dates. She responds best when I communicate with her as if she were a child or a dog.

She’s actually a bit like a traumatised rescue dog. Specifically a Labrador. She is eager to please, but needs to be dealt with kindly, patiently and with clear and achievable instructions.

“Lose x number of kilos by a certain date” is not really an actionable instruction. What does it really even mean? I started seeing results when I focused on the smaller daily activities that would inevitably lead to my improved physical and mental state, instead of a numeric goal.

My goal was no longer ‘lose a large amount of weight’ and became ‘stick to my diet TODAY’. Do some exercise TODAY. Don’t snack for the next few hours. They were goals I could achieve in one day - rather than it taking months and months.

I do tend to get quite impatient and dejected when I don’t see results, so I would cling to these micro-goals and really praise myself up for achieving them. It sounds a bit silly, but it worked. I would tell myself how proud I was, how well I was going, yay for you, look at you go etc. And all I’ve done is go for a walk around the block or not eat a biscuit, but the constant internal encouragement kept me going much more effectively than self-criticism.

I don’t respond well to criticism from others or myself. It makes me want to just roll into a ball. Scaring myself didn’t work either. I was plenty scared of diabetes and getting cancer again - but being scared just makes me want to eat more, so it’s counter-productive.

And I spent a few years of being encouraging to myself and praising every little step forward, and I lost a huge amount of fat, gained an impressive amount of muscle and I felt fantastic, so maybe it wasn’t so silly.

When I got complacent and stopped doing it, and went back to just being critical and judgey and demanding with my body - that’s when the weight piled on, my energy levels plummeted and I lost enthusiasm for exercise and lifting.

There were a a lot of other factors too that led to my derailment - I’ll discuss them in other posts. It’s interesting to go back and piece together what was working for me before and try to reconstruct my former success.

I used to have regular chats with my Labrador body. “Hey, thanks for letting me know you’re hungry. It’s really important that you tell me things, so I want to listen to you. I hear you say you’re hungry, but you know, we did have a good lunch, and we’re going to have a lovely dinner at 6pm and I think you’ll probably be fine til then. I know it’s not what you’re used to, not being able to snack, but let’s think about something else until dinner.”

I realised today that I haven’t had a chat with my body in a while. It did used to help a lot. It’s been a while, so here’s a letter for her:

Hey girl, how are you doing? I mean, really, how are you? I haven’t asked you for a while, I’ve been frustrated at you, and I’m sorry. I know you haven’t been well, and it’s not your fault.

You were trying to recover from the flu, and it took longer than we thought it would, but you’re trying your best. You’ve been really tired, and I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding.

I’m wanting you to feel your best, so I’ve been going to the naturopath and taking some herbs and stuff he gave me, and you seem to be responding quite well to them, so thank you for that. I can see you’re trying to get going again and I appreciate it. I’m going to do what I can to help you, and together we’ll get back to feeling good.

I want to start building some muscle again. Do you remember how great it felt to have a bit of muscle and to have some strength? It was great wasn’t it? I want that again. We’ve gotten quite weak and flabby and it doesn’t feel good. We’re putting this virus behind us, and it’s time to start on the weights again. We don’t have to go crazy, but we’ll keep it consistent okay? A few times a week, with plenty of rest. And I’ll make sure I’m eating enough protein so you won’t be sore.

I’d like it if you could burn up some of the fat we’ve accumulated in the last few months. As you build up some muscles, you can use some of that stored fat when you need extra energy. I’d really like it if you could do that.

Thank you for hanging in there through all this, and thank you for recovering from this illness, and thank you for functioning well and being here for me. I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you for a while, and I’m sorry I was demanding and impatient. Let’s be friends again. I’ve got some fun activities planned for us, and some great meals that you’re gonna love.

[212-apricity]

Okay I’m finally here! I wanted so badly to read it when you posted but I was so freaking tired I crashed 😭 But I’m here with another rant/essay of thoughts and emotions haha I feel like with every chapter I write more and more 😂

Getting a glimpse into Conrad’s head in any fic itches my brain nicely, idk I just love him?? Anywho, the way you write his like emotions and his anger/frustration? I’m here for it, he deserves to be a little upset instead of just shutting himself down to protect himself 🥺🖤 BUT him tracking Dean down and punching him before the ass can even get a word in?! Yes!! Thank you omg, protector Conrad getting his emotions out AND making sure Dean knows he’s not welcome anymore? no and then he comes home and tucks us in??? After beating a guy up?? God I’m feral for him I need therapy 😂

Him and his moms? (Bc lbr Susannah x Laurel is the real otp here 😭🖤) I tear up every time Susannah’s cancer gets brought up bc of personal stuffs so like Conrad crying on her and letting himself feel bc he didn’t mean to hurt us while his mom was sick?? My eyes were sweating I wanna give him cuddles and back rubs and forehead kisses 🥺😭🖤🖤

Steven would be that person tho “oh don’t worry I watched the cooking channel I can do this!” And then fucks it all to hell 😂 I love him, I feel like Steven and I would be those besties that are complete idiots together because we share half a braincell 😂

And Connie calling us my girl?!?! AND baby?!! That shit gives me butterflies omg 😭😭 im so lonely lmfao ahh the whole living room scene has me in a choke hold I love him, just ahhhhh the domesticity of caring for your lover after he beats someone up for you 🥺🖤

The almost kiss on the beach had me swooning too 😭 Fucking Steven and cockblocking us 😂😂

MATCHING TATTOOS AHHH 😩😩

No but who tf does Thérèse think she is???? “Sorry I stole your bf I was jealous but I ended things with him” like good for you but stay away lmao like that trust would be so damaged!!! Thérèse and Dean really do deserve each other 😤😤

Okay but us hitting Dean? And just being a feral cat about him not shutting up? Yes please?! Couples who beat shitty exes up together are top tier 😂 (I know we’re not a couple yet but in my heart Conrad’s already my husband 😂🖤) AND AGAIN the of checking over each others wounds?!!! I love them, your honor. 🖤🖤

Okay but Connie immediately wanting to take off and beat the shit out of Dean, while the love of his life’s injured??? But his tunnel vision is just like “gotta kill this guy”?? Like you idiot I don’t want Jere to take me to the hospital I want the person that makes me feel safe there 😭😭😭

Overall I love how theres a bunch of little moments showing how we love each other but it doesn’t feel forced or too fast? Like obviously Conrad and her just wanna kiss (damn you Steven) but also they’re comfortable just existing together too because they both know they care?? Does that make sense? Is that even what you were going for? Idk but that’s how I’m feeling it rn, maybe it’s just my craving for love that’s reading in too deep 😂😂

AHHH 😭 Anyway thank you again for another glorious chapter, I love it, I adore you, and I’m so so excited for more! I can’t wait to see the moms reactions to their tattoos (and for getting into a fight and getting injured 💀😂) and just for more shenanigans in general with everyone 🖤🖤😭

oh. my gosh. STOP I LOVE THESE COMMENT THINGYS SM THEYRE SO FUN.

ok so i totally agree, dean is a RAT he deserves whatever happens to him ik i wrote the damn thing but i stand w it🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

no but fr someone needed to humble dean and thérèse both like they’re so annoying. i didn’t want thérèse to have a giant monologue just explaining why she did what she did bc honestly people like that don’t rly say all that much irl, they’re just looking for ways to get back in ur life and mess it up again tbh and she was just annoying too like

and i mean i didn’t wanna say it myself but yes the main characters here ARE susannah and laurel, glad we cleared that up. they’re literally so cutesy and wonderful i love them sm

STEVENS SO FUNNY STOP- hes literally hilarious i love him sm

no honestly i love the living room scene too it’s so cutesy and domestic i thought those two needed a tiny little cute relaxed moment before it all went down tbh💀💀

and i agree, if someone called me baby??????????

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

that’s all i have to say. next question.

no everytime i write an almost kiss im literally on the edge of my seat as well like should i make them kiss or should i wait🤨🤨

REAL. we’re not officially w conrad yet but we bascially are married w two dogs and an adopted son (steven) so we don’t even need to go through the formalities anymore

no fr like ily conrad but now is not the time, you better get in that car and drive to the hospital.

YESS IT DOES MAKE SENSE IM SO GLAD YOU NOTICED!!!! i didn’t want to make this one too like fast paced or too like oh everyone gets what they want happily ever after like i feel like you don’t need to be constantly making out or talking w someone you care about, even just spending some time w them is more than enough like just having these tiny cute little moments is so lovely

YESS IM SO EXICTED TO WRITE MORE ON THIS ONE sadly i don’t think i can post another part until like friday night / the weekend bc schooo started again today (kms) and it’s gcse year (double kms) but im so happy you like it, i love love love these conment things so much you have no idea🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

[vampkillr]

Witness — Jason Todd

gn! reader — 360 words — angst — another short i'm so sorry — jason getting kidnapped

There was nothing I could do aside from watch. Watch as he changed. Going from hopeful to hopeless. Watching every day how the life progressively seemed to fade from his glassy eyes. How his body became so broken apart that he no longer looked real. That's when I knew I couldn't just wait for Bruce. I couldn't sit and wait as all efforts ended fruitless. When I looked at him and caught my brain protecting itself, caught myself unable to process that the body on the screen wasn't rubber or plastic. So I looked for him. And I looked everywhere. Yet still I found nothing. No clue, no Joker, and no body. Weeks went by and the videos stopped. After six months of consistent updates, they all vanished. So either I was getting close, or he was dead. The feeling that thought brought me was something I couldn't process. It had been ten days since the last disc.

Today, though. Today was different. On my doorstep, a familiar square envelope laid perfectly in front of the door. I was calling Bruce before I could even realize what I was doing. Everything before it was a blur, really. My eyes were out of focus. I couldn't concentrate enough to have a coherent thought. The next thing I knew we were in the basement, watching again. My vision was clear, scanning every single detail of the room. The way Joker walked around my nearly-dismantled boyfriend. I could feel the acid of my stomach creeping up my throat. A clear shot rang just once. The power of the bullet having thrown him a few feet from where he originally sat. I watched as he choked on his own blood. Watched as his gasps turned into gurgles and slowly, painfully, nothing at all. It felt like time stopped with the last rise of his chest. Like, somehow the stillness of his body made the world stop turning. Everything seemed to disappear. The future, my happiness— shock wasn't present in my veins. It was like I had been gutted. And all I had been able to do was sit there as his life ended.

[burgundyhaven]

future- dallas winston x fem! reader

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted anything in a while i’ve just been super busy! but i’m into the outsiders now so yeah enjoy 😭i hate this a lot but i’ll be working on better stuff soon

warnings: blood mention, cut mention

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it was 12am and you were changing into a cream white silk slip when you heard a rythmic knock on your door

a normal person would be startled or pissed, but you were used to this by now

you knew who it was immediately, your boyfriend, dallas winston

you were taking to long to get to the door

“babeee open up”

he was all bloodied and bruised up, more than he usually was after a rumble

“god dal you look fucked up!” you say as you run up to him

“relax dollface i’m fine, just a few cuts and scrapes here and there, get me a cancer stick will ya babe”

“dally you are not fine stay here”

you run over to get some gauze and bandages from your room

“honey sit down”

he listens to you and sits down

he shuffles around in the couch seat trying to hide the immense pain he was going through, though you could still see it visibly

he accepted it at this point and took off his leather jacket, allowing you to see more of his injuries

that’s when you notice a blood stain on the side of his torso

“dallas don’t tell me this was another knife fight”

“ok it was, but babe if i had known it was gonna be a knife fight i wouldn’t have gotten like this you know those socs never fight fair”

“alright enough, take off your shirt that cuts gonna get infected if we wait any longer”

“wow you’re really that desperate to see me shirtless huh babe”

“dal just take the shirt off and shut up please”

normally he wouldn’t accept that kind of talk towards him but he was head over heels in love with you so he’d let you say anything to him and wouldn’t care, mainly because he just adored your voice

he took off his shirt and you got to work

“this is gonna sting a little okay”

you look up at him knowing he’s not focusing on your words instead he’s just looking straight into your eyes

“ah fuck” dally throws his head back onto the chair from the pain of the stinging

“ i told you it was gonna sting”

you wrap the gauze around his stomach noticing just how deep the cut actually was

“dal this shits pretty deep”

“yeha yeha i know ,just hurry i wanna go to bed”

“ok..”

you finish wrapping and bandaging and he gets up to go to your bedroom

“wait you’re staying over tonight?”

“yeah? i can’t stay over at bucks tonight the cops are gonna be looking for me over there”

“what the fuck? what else did you do now?”

“the cops showed up right before i started walking here, they saw me and started chasing me down, don’t worry though i don’t think they saw me come this way”

“shit dallas why you always gotta be getting into trouble like this?”

“what are you talking about?”

you see a rise in anger in his tone, which starts to scare you

“forget it, just go to bed dal the extra pillows are in the closet by the left door”

“alright…” he says turning back to you

….

after a long 15 minutes of silence, you assumed dally had fallen asleep already so you went along to the bathroom to get ready for the night

as you were washing your face, the sight of the gash on his stomach just kept replaying

you couldn’t help but think about how if that knife had gone a little further, you could’ve lost him forever

while you and dal had your rough spots, at the end of the day you could never live with out him

and with the thought of that your eyes began to water, then a river of tears came

you didn’t want dally to hear you, so you washed away the tears and just got straight into bed as if nothing happened

unfortunately he’s an incredibly light sleeper and when you got into bed he woke up

“y/n what time is it?”

his voice groggy and dry

“you’ve only been asleep for an hour go back to bed”

your voice was shaky and you knew he would hear it

and he did

“y/n what’s wrong?”

“what do you mean what’s wrong there’s nothing wrong”

dally turns on the lamp which reveals your puffy red eyes and nose

you see the scars on his face, his black eye and busted lip in more detail now that the light is on, you just broke down completely

he takes you in and holds on to you tightly

“doll what’s wrong, i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s buggin you”

“it’s you dal, i love you too much to see you getting hurt like this all the time”

“what?”

“if that blade had gone even an inch further i probably would’ve never seen you again, and i- i just don’t think i’d be able to live with that”

“you know i’ll never die from a rumble like that, i’m tough okay? you don’t gotta worry alright”

“i know you’re tough. but you’re not made of steel, a bullet goes through you and you’re gone… gone! you realize that right?”

“i know, but that’s not gonna happen alright”

dally moves his hands to holds your face

“look i know i don’t have a future, but you do and i just don’t wanna see you wasting that on someone like me. but if you want me to be a part of that future then i’ll try to keep out of shit that could get me killed”

“but you do have a future dal, at least with me..”

“so please just try to keep out of trouble”

“i can’t make too many promises but i can say ill try”

“thank you dally”

you look up into his eyes and fall into his warm embrace.

[my-quirk-is-fred]

So I wanna talk about that earlier post because it kind of bothers me.

I made a psa about PCOS, which is a disorder/disease/etc that effects people with certain organs (usually ovaries) and anonymous referred to me saying “anyone with ovaries” as terfy because PCOS does effect those with female reproductive organs.

It is important to address these diseases because it can sometimes mean life and death and huge life changes.

Unfortunately, we cannot make our bodies stop being our bodies, otherwise we wouldn’t be getting cancer, mental disorders, and other health issues. All we can do is treat these problems until we find cures.

And the only way to do that is to know WHAT causes it, and WHY it is caused, and HOW it is caused, and most of all, include all that is involved in it (testicles, ovaries, scrotum, etc)

And for PCOS, it is caused by certain things, usually related to female reproductive systems.

It is important to mention that disorders and diseases can share symptoms but can be caused by completely different things.

If you have symptoms that are shared with PCOS but you are AMAB, you might have something else entirely and it could be dangerous if you use the wrong treatments.

AMAB and AFAB will have differences in organs and hormones. We cannot ignore them and hide. We have to face it.

But you can still identify as who you really are.

Something that people seem to be forgetting is that gender has nothing to do with sex. Remember that terfs and anti-trans people have used this idea of “being the sex you were born with”.

Saying “anyone with ovaries” is as inclusive as you can get for a nasty disorder that primarily effects those with ovaries. Sorry that certain diseases aren’t inclusive to AMAB, tf?

Yeah, fuck me for acknowledging differences and trying to make things better by adjusting and adapting to those differences. Sorry that not everyone’s physical bodies and health are the same.

Differences doesn’t make you less nor does it mean you are automatically a woman because you had/have ovaries.

I’m aware that terfs hammered in the idea that sex = gender to the point where we automatically assume that saying “anyone with ovaries” includes only cis women, but maybe, oh, I don’t know, we should stop associating sex organs with our gender like terfs do.

Just a thought.

Sorry for this unorganized rant. I’m just a little upset that someone would imply that I was being terfy despite being inclusive.

Like wtf am I supposed to do? Just not include the fact that PCOS effects AFAB specifically and have people accidentally misdiagnose themselves because I failed to add an important fact that I knew was important?

Sorry that diseases don’t give a flying shit about people? Didn’t realize that diseases respect people’s boundaries and pronouns…

I respect your pronouns but I won’t respect blatant stupidity.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi Sex Witch, I have a question on behalf of my girlfriend (afab). This might well be a 'see a doctor' situation, but i thought i'd ask anyway.

About two or three weeks ago we had sex (penetration with fingers) and she started having her period again a little bit after it. This was odd because she'd just finished her period the week beforehand. We were obviously concerned about it and she booked an appointment with a doctor. She's had very painful periods for a long time so we thought it might be something with her ovaries. The period stopped after a few days but we fucked again on Friday and she's been spotting over the weekend and now it's started again.

She's got an internal scan today and she'll be getting the results from an STI test in a few days. I don't know if there's much else that you can advise us on here, but does this sound like any STI you're aware of? She's worried that she might be contagious and have given me something and I'm worried for the opposite. I'm also really concerned that i might be hurting her during sex and it's making her bleed.

Any advice would be really welcome and would help calm both of our nerves. Thank you.

hi anon,

sorry to hear you and your girlfriend are dealing with this; I hope I can help some.

if this is an STI, the post-sex bleeding would seem to point most strongly towards chlamydia or gonorrhea, or possibly pelvic inflammatory disease. that's actually pretty good news, even if you've also caught it, because all are extremely easy to treat with a round of antibiotics - and nothing says romance like taking your medicine together!

the alternative is that it could be something that isn't contagious but is much harder to cure - you've likely already seen the extremely soothing google searches declaring that it must be vaginal cancer. that's not impossible, but statistically very unlikely. more plausible are conditions like endometriosis or polycystic ovarian syndrome, especially if your girlfriend has a history of painful, complicated periods.

re: your last concern that you're hurting her during sex - if your girlfriend says what you're doing is fine then you should believe her, but there's always the possibility that we're simply not using enough lubricant. minor vaginal tearing and even a little spotting are fairly common after penetrative sex, and while it sounds like your girlfriend is bleeding more than average, it could still be within the realm of possibility. especially if those scans and tests come back negative, consider investing in a jumbo-sized bottle of lube and reassessing how you approach sex to see if changing it up prevents further bleeding.

wishing you both satisfying answers and peace of mind while you wait,

ur sex witch

[vanillelace]

forevermore [poem + story!]

WARNINGS. angst, like, super heartbreaking angst i guess, !!mentions of DEATH!!, !!major character death!!, hospital / doctor mentions.

SUMMARY. !! please read the warnings first !! a final goodbye. that’s all.

WORDCOUNT. [only for story] 719 words.

PAIRING(S). na jaemin x fem. reader.

NOTE. i wrote this poem a while ago, and i thought of writing a story for it long back. found this lying in my drafts collecting dust so here you go! excuse my terrible writing, i just write for fun lmao

pov : you have cancer / you’re dying. so you write this poem to tell them to let go.

chorus

i love you, forevermore,

but please, darling, let me go.

i love you, forevermore,

but darling, you gotta let me go.

verse 1

you know how “i love you’s!” can be fake?

we know ours wasn’t, our reputation being at stake.

now that we both know that this is our fate,

let’s lead our life together, before it’s too late.

pre-chorus?

sometimes, all life does is get taken away,

sometimes, all we can do is just make our day,

chorus

oh darling,

i love you, forevermore,

but please, darling, let me go.

i love you, forevermore,

but darling, you gotta let me go.

post-chorus

after all the promises we made,

this came to be our fate,

though i love you forevermore,

baby, you need to let me go.

verse 2

all the tears that were shed, all the news that we gave,

was it just useless? soon you’ll be crying at my grave,

sometimes i’m just sorry that you met me, sorry that i turned your life around,

i made it a mess for no reason at all, but you said you liked the love that you found,

pre-chorus?

sometimes, all life does is get taken away,

sometimes, all we can do is just make our day,

chorus

oh darling,

i love you, forevermore,

but please, darling, let me go.

i love you, forevermore,

but darling, you gotta let me go.

post-chorus

after all the promises we made,

this came to be our fate,

though i love you forevermore,

baby, you need to let me go.

bridge

all this shit we’ve been through

did it mean something to you?

oh, who am i kidding?

to you, farewell i am bidding.

chorus

oh darling,

i love you, forevermore,

but please, darling, let me go.

i love you, forevermore,

but darling, you gotta let me go.

post-chorus

after all the promises we made,

this came to be our fate,

though i love you forevermore,

baby, you need to let me go.

outro

i hope one day you will be happier,

i hope you meet someone sassier.

story based on the song / poem.

“well, i’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, ms. y/n, but you have very little time left. now, we could discuss your options..?”

y/n and jaemin just stared at the doctor, unhearing. “ma’am? sir?” “any option where she can actually fucking live, doctor?” jaemin muttered loud enough for the doctor to hear the malice in his words. “sir, i truly am sorry, but she probably can’t recover. now, if she had come sooner, she had better chances of survival. but since you didn’t…”

“ARE YOU BLAMING IT ON HER? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I CA-“

“jaemin, baby, just sit down. please. thank you doctor, we’ll be off now. please tell me how much time i have left. please.” y/n asked pleadingly, and to that the doctor sat in thought for a slight moment. “i really can’t say, but maybe a month? or weeks?”

tears gathered in jaemin’s eyes, and y/n squeezed his hand softly. “thank you sir. stay safe.” “goodbye ms. y/n, and mr. na. hope to see you with good news the next time.”

“look, jaemin, i knew this was gonna happen all along, you can’t unnecessarily get angry at the doctor-“

y/n began with a sigh, and stopped immediately when jaemin held up a hand.

“you don’t get it. did you forget all our plans to move to l.a. and buy a mansion? our song, eastside? ‘we can do anything we want if we put our mind to it’?”

“jaemin, i do, but this isn’t a movie anymore. it’s reality, and i’m so so sorry for you having met me.”

“why the fuck are you sorry? you were the best moments of my life. why do you keep selling yourself short? look, y/n, i love you, that’s all that matters. right..?”

“jaemin- sure. i love you, you love me, life got a hundred times easier, didn’t it?”

“WHY ARE YOU BEING SO SARCASTIC? WHY ARE YOU BEING SO FUCKING PESSIMISTIC?”

“I’M BEING REALISTIC JAEMIN, KEEP UP. I’M GONNA DIE SOON AND WE CAN’T STOP IT. IT’S NOT PESSIMISM, IT’S REALITY AND YOU NEED TO BE BROUGHT DOWN TO IT.”

jaemin swerved the car over, realizing that a car behind them was nearly about to have a beautiful marriage with their bumper. the rest of the ride to their home was silent. awkwardly silent. every second of quiet felt like torture to the both of the lovers.

the two fell asleep in different rooms.

dear y/n.

i still remember the last conversation of ours. it’s such a pain in the ass to think about it. i’m so sorry.

the fight was uncalled for, especially in your condition. why did we have to argue on such a trivial matter? even now, tears are plopping on the paper but i know it’s of no use. you left me. the same day. i sued the doctor who gave me false information. they said you’d live for at least weeks. but the doctor knew you had mere days left.

i’m so, so, so, infinitely, stupidly sorry.

no matter what i say you’ll not wish me another good morning, you won’t cuddle up next to me after work, we won’t have our mansion in l.a., and i won’t get to see your beautiful smile, run my hands through your hair.

i still have the poem you wrote for me. no matter what i tell myself, i keep thinking of it as a suicide note in the form of poetry.

we could’ve started a songwriting business. i rapped and composed, you sang and wrote.

fate took me away from you.

on the day of your funeral, your parents didn’t say anything to me except say — “do her justice.” well, i hope what i’m doing after writing this letter is doing you justice.

i’m starting a foundation for the research of cancer, and how to combat it. i have a team of doctors and researchers. i keep thinking that after i come back from the building you’ll be waiting for me to describe the place and each of the members and wait for me to invite them home so they can taste your famous garlic bread and spaghetti with meatballs.

i guess not.

i love you, and i’m sure you did too.

goodbye y/n.

love, jaemin.

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home: Chapter 16

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Peter takes the ride into town as an opportunity to be extra annoying, but you also finally find out just how he got into space. The prank war continues. Will you finally declare Peter "The Prank Master," or has he finally met his match?

Previous Chapter here | Next Chapter Here Or click here to: Start From Beginning

Author’s Note: This is a long one! Also, for my records this chapter ends on day 29 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 7,661

Peter's face was still red by the time you finished pulling your boots on. He had just come out of the bathroom and stood near you as you got up from the bench. He had a strange look about his face and when you went to ask, "What?" he grabbed your wrist with a wet hand and said, "Don't ya hate when you pee on your hands?"

This, of course, was revenge for you embarrassing him just a few minutes prior.

Your expression turned murderous and you ripped your arm away. Was he serious? How dare he! What the hell was wrong with him!? Just as you were angrily saying, "I'm going to fucking kill you!" and absolutely looking like you'd actually follow through, Peter held up his hands and said through laughter, "It's a joke! It's just a joke! It's just water! I promise!"

You backed down slightly, anger still burning in your eyes. "You know I don't have to take you, right? Fury said I could take anyone who passes for human." Just then Kraglin walked by and you gestured to him. "I could just take him instead if you want to start out being a little shit."

Kraglin grinned at the two of you and, clearly seeing that Peter had managed to push your buttons already, said, "Nah. I can catch the next one," and continued on his way up the stairs.

You huffed in his direction before turning to Peter in frustration. "Just get in the car. And don't piss me off."

Peter gave a little mock-salute and followed you out.

You could have killed him on the ride into town. The annoyance was constant.

He started by turning up the radio and singly badly along with the songs, made worse due to the fact that most of which he didn't know the words to. Eventually you couldn't take it anymore and you shut the radio off.

He tried to turn it back on a bit later and you smacked his hand away, only able to do so now that your braced arm wasn't in a sling and you could now grip the wheel with both hands.

He then started asking, "Are we there yet?" about every minute. He knew you weren't close.

This was coupled with the classic, "I'm not touching you!" game. You almost didn't notice for the first five minutes, intent on ignoring him and keeping your eyes on the road. When you finally did notice and tell him to knock it off, well, you know what he responded with.

You were fuming when you finally pulled into the post office. You threw the car into park and angrily ordered him to sit quietly and promptly left him.

He was actually starting to wonder if maybe he should cool it for a bit. You did look pretty mad... probably still weren't over the whole fake pee on hands prank. Maybe he shouldn't go through with what he was considering next?

When you finished your business in the mail office and returned to the car you were actually surprised to find that he had behaved. You don't know what you had actually expected him to do- maybe get out and crouch beside the car to make you think he'd run off?- but no. He was still sitting right where you left him.

You get back behind the wheel and toss your mail on the dash, prepared to head to the grocery shop. Peter doesn't say anything.

The short ride over you were a little leery of just how quiet he was being. He was too quiet. When you pulled in park at the grocery lot you turned to give him a suspicious look.

"What?" he asked innocently, returning your gaze.

"You. What are you up to?"

"What ever do you mean?" He wore a face of innocence, but you knew better.

"The whole ride into town you didn't let up with all your annoying shit, now on the ride from the post office to here you act like a perfect angel. I don't trust it."

"Thought you could use a break is all, you seemed really cranky." A grin was starting to crack Peter's innocent façade. "You know... I think I know what might cheer you up..."

Your eyes narrowed. "Peter-" Whatever he intended, judging by his tone you knew it couldn't be good.

Before you could say more his hand darted out to connect with that spot above your knee, which of course made you spasm in your seat and cackle loudly. Whatever you had been expecting, for some reason you foolishly didn't consider that. You really should have though, considering how often you would now get teased with little pokes and squeezes. Unfortunately for you, a good portion of your guests were apparently an affectionate bunch... Or maybe they just liked to annoy you. You weren't sure which.

You smacked and pushed at his hand but he didn't let up. "Peter! Peter stop that this instant!" you scolded through your laughter.

"Come on, cheer up sour-puss!" he teased in a high voice, still squeezing rapidly into the muscle. "Being stuck with me isn't that bad."

"You little shit!" you cried, smacking at him again, your eyes closed tightly as you laughed and kicked to the best of your ability, trying your best not to accidentally lash out and hit the horn. You were effectively trapped by having a car as your surroundings. So unfair. "Stop it! Cut it out!"

Peter finally stopped and grinned at you as you caught your breath, chuckling when you punched him in the shoulder.

"You're such a brat!" you said, residual giggles still slipping out. However, you didn't seem quite as angry as you had been, so Peter counted it as a win. Maybe now you wouldn't be quite as cranky with him when you discovered the prank he had pulled on you. Honestly he was surprised you hadn't noticed before you sat down...

After a moment you spoke again. "Come on, let's get this over- aw shit."

"What?" Peter asked, confused by your sudden change of tone.

"You didn't bring those sunglasses with you this time, did you?"

"Oh..." Peter's eyes widened in realization. Not wanting to have to wait out in the car he thought to reason. "I think it'll be ok. I mean, It's been what- like 26 years since I went missing? And I wasn't even from this area of Earth so I really doubt anyone would recognize me-"

Your eyes widen as big as saucers. "Excuse me?"

"What?"

"Went missing??" Had you seriously heard him right? Did Fury know?Who were you kidding? Of course Fury knew. Fury knew everything.

"Oh... so you didn't know about that... Ha- well it's fine! Honest! I was just trying to let you know it'll be fine if I don't wear some lame disguise like sunglasses-"

"That's not why I had insisted on the sunglasses! It was for any possible undercover aliens looking for you! I didn't know you'd be on the missing persons bulletin!"

Peter could see you were stressed. That wasn't good in his opinion. You'd be no fun to pick on if you were worried, so he tried to smooth it over. After all, it really was fine. "Look, everything's fine. Ok? I was on that list for missing people, Fury told me that shortly after we arrived, but we talked about it and he made sure I was wiped from it just in case."

You relaxed a little, sitting back in your seat. You turn to look at him again. "Twenty-six years... that means you were, what? Ten?"

"Eight," he corrected.

"That's not better." you reply, and then a realization hit you. "Wait- is that how you got into space? Were you literally abducted by aliens?" Yes, you might have been aware of aliens due to your employment by SHIELD, but from the little you had seen of and about them you had come to assume that the whole "alien abduction" thing was a myth crazy people talked about. They just barely came here, let alone had use for random Earth people.

"Like I said, it's a long story." Peter answered, "We should probably get going." he cracked his door open and gestured with his head towards the store.

Remembering yourself, you give a half nod and exit your vehicle so you could complete the shop visit.

As the two of you walked towards the shop you speak up. "Is it alright if I ask what happened? You don't have to answer if it's a bad memory or anything. I'm just curious about... you know..."

"What?"

"Like, you must have had a family? Now that you're here, why haven't you tried to find them?"

Peter looked like he was searching for the right words. "It's kinda complicated."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's fine." he said as the two of you entered the shop.

You grabbed a trolley and looked at him to see if he would continue, but hoping that he wouldn't feel you were pressuring him.

After a moment he did continue. "My mom died right before it happened. Literally minutes before." Seeing the look on your face and realizing what you might be assuming he clarified. "It was cancer. She'd been sick a long time."

"I'm so sorry." You say, leading him towards the haircare section of the store to start knocking things off your list.

He shook his head, trying to vanish the memory of her lying in that hospital bed. "Yeah... me too." He sighed and went on to say how when it happened he was upset, and angry. She was gone just like that and he didn't know what to do. So he just ran. He ran outside the hospital and then just collapsed on the lawn. Next thing he knew there was the bright light of a spaceship right above him, and it took him.

"It just randomly came by took you? For no reason?" You ask, approaching the hair wash section and deciding on a conditioner that you thought Gamora might like the scent of. You turned to Peter for his opinion and he pointed out a lavender scented one before answering about the motives of his abductors.

"No, they had a reason" he said, "Turned out my father was this celestial being and sent them to fetch me. But of course I didn't know that at the time. Like I said, mom had cancer. In her brain. So when she said my dad was this 'angel' composed of 'pure light', of course no one believed her. They just thought it was the tumor."

"Oh. Wow." You didn't know what to say to that as the two of you were now walking over to the moisturizers. Eventually you settled on, "So you've been with your dad then?" Just as you finished that sentence something clicked in your brain, but you thought for sure it couldn't be right, could it? "Wait, do you mean Yondu? He's your father?"

Peter laughed. "Are you serious? Drax thought the same thing. "

You frowned slightly, picking out a decent smelling lotion and dropping it into the basket. "Well, I have heard him refer to you as "my boy" at least a couple times, and you just said your dad was alien. I think you could see why I might now make that connection there."

Peter smiled softly, seeming lost in thought. "Yeah, yeah I guess. But not exactly. You see, Yondu was the guy my father hired to fetch me. He was supposed to take me to him, but he didn't. He kept me."

You gave Peter a confused look as you led the way towards the razors. You knew from Peter's last story that Yondu had been the captain of a faction of space-pirates called Ravagers before joining the Guardians, but this bit was news to you. Apparently Peter was with the Ravagers before the Guardians of the Galaxy, but why had Yondu kept him? Why not just give him to his father?

Peter continues. "I know what you're thinking, but like I said, it's complicated. He kept me to protect me. 'Course, for the longest time he never told me that. Always said he kept me 'cause I was skinny and good for thieving."

"Protect you from... your father?" You asked. How bad must his father have been for a space pirate captain to decide the kid was better off joining the crew? You raised an eyebrow at him as you grabbed some decent disposable razors off the shelf. Upon second thought, you grabbed some refill-heads as well.

"Yeah. Remember how I told you about that time we saved the galaxy from Ronan, and I was able to touch the Infinity stone without immediately dying?"

"Yeah?" You now led the way towards the DIY section. You knew it was unlikely, but hopped that maybe the shop carried some filler so you might finally repair that chip in the wall above the back door from where Yondu killed that spider for you. You would have already fixed it by now, but the tub of filler you did have was long dried up. Kraglin asked about it the other day, stating he didn't remember that being there when they arrived, and you passed it off as the house being old, unwilling to admit what had actually happened.

"Well, word spread about that pretty fast because I shouldn't have been able to do that." Peter continued, following beside you. "My father caught word of a man who was able to hold an infinity stone and live, and knew it had to be me, so he tracked me down."

"And that was... bad?" You asked, turning into your desired aisle.

"Not at first. At first it was cool. He took us back to his planet- that's where we met Mantis- and this next part is really gonna blow your mind, the whole planet was him."

"What? How does that even work?"

"Honestly, I don't even fully get it, but like I said, he was a celestial. He just was the planet. The guy who we met was just like this... avatar version he made of himself to travel and stuff. He had like these magic powers, and he taught me how to use them... kinda."

"Wait, so you have special powers?" you ask, "I had no idea." You were so surprised by these revelations that you almost missed the small tubs of repair filler the shop did carry, but recovered and placed one in the basket.

Peter rubbed the back of his head. "Well, not exactly. Not anymore. You see, they came from his celestial genes- it's the only reason I was able to hold onto that infinity stone and live- but anyway, I don't have them anymore. I um, I kinda had to... kill him. And when he died so did the light, so I'm just a regular Terran now."

"What?!" you gave him a very confused look. "Did you just say you killed your own dad?" You tried to keep your voice low. You had been lucky to avoid too many other shoppers during this conversation, but just then a couple of boys walked by. You eyed them, but they were lost in their own conversation and didn't seem to have heard or cared about what you had said. You continued towards the cleaning supplies, remembering you were dangerously low on various cleaners for the bathrooms.

"Again, complicated," Peter replied. "He turned out to be not such a good dude. Long story short, He had this plan to expand and make the entire universe him, like he would literally be the only thing left, but he needed another celestial to help him- that's where I came in. Apparently he had a butt-load of other kids, but I was the only one that actually inherited the celestial gene. Well, obviously I had doubts about his whole plan. I mean, all my friends would be gone, for one." He chuckled. "But he was... quite convincing. I don't even think I could describe the things he showed me..." He trailed off, and then seemed to remember himself a moment later. "Anyway, eventually he told me he was the one who put the tumor in my mom's head and that finally snapped me out of it."

You were taken aback. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. That's awful!"

He shrugged. "Nah. Don't be. That guy was a jackass. I mean, who names themself "Ego" anyways?"

"Probably the type of person who wants to literally be the center of the universe," you quipped.

Peter chuckled and nudged you in the shoulder, apparently appreciative of the joke. "Yeah. I suppose it probably was fitting for him..." he stared off for a moment. "Anyway, it's funny that you thought that Yondu was my father, because all that happening made me realize that Yondu had actually kinda been my dad all along."

You give him a quizzical look as the two of you reach the aisle you were looking for, and he just grins knowingly in return. "Complicated?" you say, sure that that would be his answer.

"Yes and no." Peter answered, and then just let the silence linger.

After a bit you asked him. "You said Ego had other children? Do you know what ever happened to them?"

Peter frowned. "He killed them. They didn't have what he needed, so he just killed them. There was a whole cavern on the planet filled with their bones."

You only managed a soft, "Oh." You felt your stomach twist. What kind of bastard would kill their own- You shook that thought away, telling yourself to compose yourself. Not now.

"Yeah. I know. Pretty dark." Peter said, his tone obvious he was trying his best to keep it light. He didn't say anything, but he saw something in you change a little when he revealed Ego just murdered his own kids like it was nothing, and he remembered a previous conversation he had with you about that job you had in Romania and part of him wished he had lied just then. He tried to steer the conversation in a happier direction for both of your sakes. He didn't like to think about it either. "Apparently at some point Yondu had found out what Ego had been doing with all those kids he had him fetch, and that's why he kept me. I think I turned out alright, all things considered." He nudged you and gave you a wide cheeky grin.

You couldn't help but grin as you responded, "I dunno... depends if any of that contributed to how annoying you are." You located the toilet cleaners and plunked a couple bottles in the trolley.

"Hey!" Peter mock-pouted, but he was glad that the mood had been lifted again.

The two of you walked in silence towards the tub cleaners when Peter suddenly says, "Oh hey, you dropped something."

You stop and look around for whatever might have fallen out of the trolley, asking him what you had dropped.

Peter grinned and said, "Your speed."

You roll your eyes at him. You weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the lameness of the joke, or the fact that you fell for it. "Really? You're gonna start that again?"

"Yup." Peter grinned.

You just shook your head and continued down the aisle to grab some disinfectant wipes, but little did he know you had a trick up your sleeve.

The wipes were just before the air fresheners and after you grabbed the wipes and were walking past you picked up a refill at random and said, "Oh hey, you should smell this."

"Nice try, I'm not falling for that." Peter said.

"Falling for what?" you ask innocently.

"I bet it smells like crap, you're just trying to get me back for the other day."

You roll your eyes dramatically. "It says on the package it's 'Blossom and Breeze.' Here," you smell it yourself to prove to him it wasn't nasty. "See? You're so paranoid. They wouldn't sell these if they smelled bad." You offer the item back to him with an unimpressed look.

Seeming mostly convinced he hesitantly takes the item from you and slowly brings it up to sniff it. Then he looks confused. "I don't smell anything?"

You knew he wouldn't, it was encased in plastic, but that wasn't the prank. "Oh, you might need to breathe deeper, they put the scent in the cardboard bit so people can test it before they buy it, it can be a little faint." This was a blatant lie. Sure, this could have made a decent prank on it's own, but it still wasn't the prank you were going for. It was more of a distraction until that group of pretty young women you clocked entering the aisle earlier when grabbing the wipes had made their way close enough, which they would in 3... 2... 1...

You snatched the item away from a now very confused Peter.

"These don't go in your mouth! How many times do I gotta tell you!?" you ask, acting exasperated.

Peter opened his mouth but seemed at a loss for words. Then he noticed the handful of pretty women walking by who were now staring at him and giggling to each other behind their hands as you said, "They're not gonna taste like how they smell, we've been over this!"

His cheeks started to redden and he turned his attention from the departing group of young ladies to you, his expression switching from wide-eyed and embarrassed to unamused, having now understood what you did.

You were giggling now and he narrowed his eyes at you. "Not cool, dude!"

You tossed the item back on the shelf and, still giggling, said, "But it sure was funny."

Peter just grumbled and followed you to the grocery section.

You spotted some brownie mix and asked him if he thought his friends might like to try brownies.

"Probably. And if they don't like them, more for us." He punctuated the sentence by taking the box from your hand and plopping it in the trolley, making you shake your head and giggle at him.

You then grabbed the couple snacks that had been requested as well as a few things you'd enjoy, including some ice-cream since you found the guys had eaten all of it when you returned from your last trip into town.

Just as you were dropping the ice cream in the trolley Peter decided that would be time for his revenge. There were several people about doing their shopping in that particular aisle when he suddenly said out loud, "Hey, is that rash still contagious?"

You looked at him, mortified, and you noticed the people start to quietly but quickly clear out of the aisle. You give him a glare, but just sigh and say, "Well played."

"I thought so." Peter replied, looking proud of himself.

"Still not 'The Master.'"

"We'll see," he chuckled.

You finished up the trip, and headed home. Gratefully, Peter wasn't nearly as annoying on the return trip.

You supposed the whole trip could have gone worse. It really was too bad you didn't get a chance to go alone though. You might have been able to grab some glitter for... nefarious purposes. Though, you supposed you could always order it online. Oh well, at least you managed to pick up some jelly. He wouldn't be suspicious of jelly... until you used it against him, that is.

***

It wouldn't be until you had been home for a little bit that you would discover what prank Peter had pulled on you in the car. Or rather, Kraglin discovered it.

You were getting a glass of water when Kraglin cleared his throat and awkwardly asked you why there was blue tape on your bottom.

You raised and eyebrow and reached back while Rocket snickered and teased Kraglin, asking him why he had been looking at your ass.

Kraglin began to stutter. "I-I wasn't! It's just- The tape is bright blue! Her pants are black! How was I not supposed to see it!?" He was blushing now and decided to just leave the room. Why did the rat have to be such a dick?

You peeled the strip of blue tape off your butt and looked at it with a half frown before looking up at Peter who was standing with Rocket and grinning. "You have anything to do with this?" you ask accusingly. Who were you kidding? It's not like you just happened to sit on blue tape. Of course he had something to do with it, but how?

Peter grinned wider then pulled the rest of the roll out of one of his pockets. "I put a piece of this sticky side up in your car seat before you got out of the Post Office." He then tossed the roll to you. "Found it in one of those drawers," he said, pointing to the drawers behind you.

"I see you fancy yourself the Artful Dodger," you say in annoyance to his confession that he had knicked the tape with the sole purpose of annoying you. You also realized this meant you had walked around the whole shop with blue tape on your bottom. Well, you supposed there were worse things... like what you were sure to do with that blue dye tonight.

"I have no idea what that means." Peter replied.

You roll your eyes at him, but not altogether surprised he didn't get the reference. "Nevermind." you say, tossing the tape back in the drawer. "Childish..."

Peter just chuckled and left the kitchen.

***

If you hadn't been set on using that food dye to prank Peter the past few days, you definitely were now.

Sometime after discovering the blue tape, you went upstairs and thought you might put one of your sticky notes to use. You stuck with the classic, 'kick me', sign, and thought it'd be a good idea to sneak up behind and jump-scare him and use that as a diversion to stick it to his back. It worked as expected.

It took him less than half an hour to find it. Or rather, Mantis found it, and asked him why he had a sign telling people to kick him on his back. She plucked the sign from his shirt and he turned to see what she was talking about. Taking the sticky note from her, he frowned in annoyance for becoming victim to one of the oldest tricks in the book, and then shouted your name.

You, of course, didn't answer. Just smiled behind your book in your room, of course not realizing that your prank had technically failed.

In revenge, Peter decided to bring up a video on YouTube he came across the previous day titled, "Broken TV screen 1 hour" and set it to play on full screen. Then he went to fetch you.

***

You were in the kitchen when Rocket startled you by jumping up to climb up your back without warning. He had managed to climb all the way up to your head when you let out a startled yelp and asked, "What are you doing??" as you jerked from the unexpected sensation of being climbed on.

"Hold still, will ya? Just needed a boost up to reach up to this cabinet, don't get your panties in a bunch," he said with half a chuckle, balancing himself on your head as he opened the cupboard.

"You never needed one before now!" you said, irritated. That was the cupboard you kept the glasses in, and you'd seen him get up there just fine plenty of times without needing a human ladder.

"Eh. You were there," he said, amusement in his voice. It was seemingly clear he had only done this to annoy you.

"Will you hurry up and get down!" you said, trying to keep the giggles out of your voice as his tail was flitting over your ear.

"What, ya got somewhere to be?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yes! Anywhere without a rac- a furry little beast sitting on my head!" you replied through gritted teeth. You were still trying- and mostly failing- to hide your giggles. Yes, maybe you could have told him to cut it out with the tail twitching, but you didn't want to admit that it tickled. Last thing you needed was to reveal a weakness for the raccoon to exploit.

Rocket heard how you almost called him a raccoon, but let it slide because you stopped yourself. Mostly. He'd allow you to live, however, he stayed up there a couple moments more, pretending to take his time deciding on a cup and grinning as he continued flitting his tail over your ear. He knew exactly what he was doing. The little shit.

He finally grabbed a cup and closed the cupboard, teasingly scolding, "Hey, hold still!" when his tail "accidentally" brushed your neck on the way down and you jerked your head to the side from the sensation, and then twitched when he hit a particularly sensitive area of your shoulder blade on his descent. That one actually had been an accident, but he still logged it away for later. Knowing Peter's tickle spots had proved useful as a payback method, he was sure yours would too if needed.

Rocket had just touched down on the floor when Peter sheepishly came in to tell you to come into the sitting room because he needed to show you something. Having a feeling it wasn't going to be good, you sighed and followed him, leaving the raccoon behind.

He was dismayed, however, when your only response to seeing the "broken" TV was to just sigh and say flatly, "Well, I hope you enjoy reading then. Like I told you before, I'm not replacing it."

He blinked. "Wait- you're not mad??" This was not the reaction he expected. He was sure you'd yell at him. You yelled at Rocket when he spilled tomato sauce all over the kitchen, surely you would have had a similar reaction now?

You just stare at him. "While I'm frustrated that you can't respect other people's property enough not to break it, I barely use it anymore since I'm always- well, I was almost always gone for work. Soon as you guys leave it'll be the same. No sense in rewarding bad behavior by getting another for you guys to use when I doubt I'll be using it much once you leave."

Peter rolled his eyes and picked up the controller. "Ugh, you're no fun!" he complained, turning off the video and revealing the TV wasn't actually broken.

"Wait, so that was a prank?" You say in realization.

"Well, yeah!" Peter said in frustration. "It was supposed to be!" Honestly, he was hoping you world have been mad. It would have been funny to reveal the lack after you lost it. But no, of course you would have just hit him with some version of "I'm not mad, just disappointed."

"You know, for someone who keeps claiming to be 'the prank master,' your pranks are kinda lame." You grinned at him. Sure, maybe not all his pranks were lame- the broken screen on might have been a good one had he done it to anyone else, but you'd still say they were to annoy him.

"Oh yeah?" Peter said with a mischievous grin before lunging forward to aim a squeeze-y tickle attack on your sides, making you let out a squeak as you jumped back and smacked him out of reflex.

Giggling, you scold him for being a child and turn to head out of the room, only to bump into Kraglin who just said, "Hi there," before tweaking your ribs.

You laugh and push him away, telling them that they played too much before heading upstairs.

The two men watch you leave and then share a grin. Little did you know, the TV had only been Peter's diversion prank. Not the one that finally made you fully resolve to use the food dye on him.

***

To get him back for both the TV prank and the tickle attack you decided to take a thumbtack from your desk and use it to poke a hole in a can of fizzy drink that you knew only you and he really ever drank. You placed the hole near the top so that when he took a drink it would dribble down onto his shirt and then positioned the can in the fridge towards the front so that he'd grab that one first. It was a clear drink, so you were sure it wouldn't stain. You weren't a complete asshole.

This consideration could be considered ironic, considering what you'd do to him that night.

You grinned from your room when you heard him loudly cursing your name sometime later.

To get you back for that he made use of a few pieces of macaroni pasta he found in the pantry. He went upstairs and placed them under the toilet rim so that when you sat down the sound of them crunching would startle you. It wasn't a foolproof plan, but he knew you were reading upstairs, and most everyone else was downstairs, so he rolled the dice that you'd be the next person to use that toilet.

Awhile later he heard you shout his name in frustration from upstairs and he chuckled in victory. And no, this still wasn't the prank that sealed his fate, although that one was currently in progress...

Sometime later you were in your room on your laptop doing some research and contemplating what a suitable prank might be to get Peter back for the macaroni thing when Mantis came into the room to retrieve something. You switch away from the tab you were in researching tunnel maintenance to one you had open of tumblr and offer her a short greeting.

She returned the greeting and went about her business behind you for a couple minutes.

Then, out of the blue, you felt her fingers skitter up your side. You nearly jump out of your skin from both the startle and the ticklish sensation and a startled laugh escaped your throat as you jerked away in your seat and squeaked out a giggly, "Mantis! What are you doing?!"

She stopped tickling and just giggled in response before jogging out of the room.

You stared after her before returning to your work with a shake of your head. 'Awfully playful bunch tonight,' you thought.

***

A bit later you decided to go out back for some fresh air. When you do, you notice Yondu already out there, leant against the stone of the house and just looking at the clouds pass by.

Not wanting to disturb him you just nod in his direction and say, "Hey," before walking by towards the garden. He returns your greeting and leaves you to it. Or so it seemed.

You reach the garden and stand there in the peace and quiet, glancing over the plants for any sign of insect damage. It's not too long, however, before Yondu walks up behind you and shouts, "Boo!"

You jump right out of your skin and turn to face him. You frown, but before you can ask him what the hell that was for, he starts to tickle your stomach. You laugh out a protest, but he only switches to tickling your ribs instead. You laugh some more and latch onto his wrists to push him away and he relents. Residual giggles still coating your words you scold him. "Jeeze! What was that for?!"

Yondu just grins at you like he was privy to some joke you weren't in on, shrugs, and turns to head back inside without explanation.

You watched him go, beginning to wonder what had gotten into everyone.

***

Turned out it would be Drax who would spill the beans on Peter's prank.

You were minding your own business, washing the dish you had just used for your supper, when you are rudely interrupted by Drax spidering his fingers over your ribs, causing you to laugh out loud and drop the dish in the sink. Luckily it didn't break, but you quickly turn off the tap and spun around to scold him and ask what the big deal was.

You knew something was up now. Rocket might have done it on accident. Peter and Kraglin- well, they just routinely did stuff like that to mess with you. Yondu could also fall in the category of "just did it to mess with you." Mantis- she was playful and it wasn't out of the realm of normal for her to randomly decide to do that just to make you laugh.

Drax, however, though friendly, hadn't shown himself to be the type to just randomly up and decide to tickle someone, namely you, without reason, or ever.

And all of them deciding to do it in one afternoon? No. Something was up.

Drax looked almost confused by your annoyance. "Well the note-"

Your eyes narrowed. "What note?"

"The one on your back."

You quickly reach behind you and feel a piece of paper. Peter. You rip it off and look at it, but find you can't read it. It was written in some alien text. "What's this?" you ask Drax.

"It's the note you taped on your back?" He answers, confused.

"I didn't put this there! I can't even read this! What does it say?" You hand it out towards him, but he doesn't take it.

Instead a look of realization comes over his face and he says. "Oh! This must be one of Peter's practical jokes! Haha! That's a good one. No wonder you looked so surprised!"

"Drax-" you say, your tone frustrated.

"What's going on here?" Gamora asked, having just moments prior walked in on the scene. She walked up to the two of you, concerned she might need to stop a fight before it began. You'd never be able to take on Drax, but she could almost see you trying if he made you angry enough.

You thought that maybe she'd be more help. "Could you tell me what this says? Apparently Peter taped it to my back."

Gamora took the paper and read it. Then she rolled her eyes and huffed a short laugh. "This note reads, 'tickle me.'" It was indeed written in Peter's handwriting, but of all the things he could have written, at least this was innocent enough.

You look up to the ceiling, unamused. You meet her gaze again and say, "Thank you, though respectfully, your boyfriend is a brat."

Gamora smiled. "I'm aware."

You then start towards the frontmost doorway of the kitchen, dish forgotten in the sink, and yell, "PETER! I'm gonna kick your ass!"

This was then followed by the sound of Peter laughing, the sound of running footsteps, and then the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut.

You stop in your pursuit. "Coward." you mutter.

You knew you might be able to catch him, but decided there was better things you could do with your time. Like refine your plan of counter-attack. You change course and head upstairs to lie in wait.

Unfortunately for Peter, his running away ended up giving you the perfect opportunity to strike.

***

Peter spent his time outside walking about the property and listening to his Zune, which he luckily had in his pocket when he fled from the house. He was almost surprised you didn't try to track him down, but he brushed it off, satisfied with his prank and how well it had apparently worked/ how long it took you to realize what he'd done.

He knew it was bold to try and get you back with basically the same prank you had just attempted to pull on him, and so that's why he paid Rocket to pretend like he was climbing on you to reach something so he could be the one to plant it on you. You would have absolutely suspected Peter if he came patting a sign on your back right after you had just pulled that prank on him. The other pranks he pulled were mostly just to cover his tracks. And because it was too fun not to pull them.

It was getting dark by the time he came back in and was late enough that everyone else had apparently already gone to bed as no one was downstairs. He was getting pretty tired himself and almost considered skipping showering that night, but decided against it. Big mistake for him.

Once he got upstairs and gathered his things to go shower he headed for the bathroom. Upon getting closer to the door you emerged from the room and seemed to jump back, startled to see him.

Peter snickered. "Did I scare you?"

You roll your eyes and turn towards your room. "No," you answer.

"Uh huh, sure." He grinned smugly.

"Oh, just go wash your stinky ass, already." you call back as you walk towards your room.

Peter gasped in mock-offense. "I'll let you know my 'stinky ass' smells like a pretty flower!" he joked.

You turn back at your doorway and retort with, "A corpse flower, maybe."

Peter scrunches up his face. "That's not a thing. You just made that up!"

"No, it's totally a thing. Look it up," you respond, laughing. You shut your door before he can respond further.

He shakes his head and enters the bathroom, muttering, "That's so not a thing."

***

You stayed up to hear the aftermath, and it didn't take too long.

Maybe ten minutes later you hear Peter curse your name, followed by, "What did you do?!"

You couldn't help yourself. You stand up to go peak out your door, biting your lip to hold back giggles. When you look out you see that Peter is now standing outside the bathroom, and that his outburst had also prompted the others to look out their doors as well. Kraglin was the first to start laughing.

The prank went better than you might have hoped. Peter only had a towel around his waist, allowing you to see that he was stained in an uneven coat of blue. Most of it was around his head, chest, and shoulders. It seemed to get lighter the further down his body it went, but it was more than enough to satisfy you. You hadn't been fully certain it would work.

When Peter didn't come back until after most everyone had gone to bed, you realized you had the perfect opportunity to carry out the prank. You did still have to wait until everyone else had finished showering though. You didn't want anyone get caught in the crossfire.

You waited for the second you heard him come back inside, just in case, and then you made your way into the bathroom with the vial of food gel. You unscrewed the shower head from its hose, squirted the whole vial in the head portion, then carefully screwed it back on. You were sure he'd take his shower before bed like always and felt safe to boobie-trap the shower head now since everyone else had already washed up for bed.

You did see his bottle of shower gel in the bath as you set up the prank and realized in hindsight that you could have just put the food dye in there instead so you wouldn't have needed to time everything so perfectly. On the other hand, you also didn't quite want to ruin his whole bottle of soap, so it was probably best you went for the shower head method instead.

Either way, it didn't disappoint.

You bit back laughter as you said, "Feeling a little... blue, there, Peter?"

He shot a look at you and responded with, "You massive turd! What did you do?!"

You feel Mantis come to look over your shoulder and she starts giggling at the sight of Peter. "Did you play a practical joke?" Mantis asks you. "That's so funny!"

Peter looks like he's about to storm over to you when Drax can be heard saying, "See! I knew Yondu was his father! Quill's finally starting to grow into his color!"

You couldn't tell if Drax was joking or not, but his comment started off a new round of giggles from Mantis, Kraglin, Rocket, and little Groot.

Peter just glared at him.

Yondu was standing next to Kraglin in the doorway of their room looking both contemplative and sleepy.

"Hey, Quill," Yondu said, getting Peter's attention. "Remember how ya rigged those dye packs up in my dresser drawers as a boy? Looks like ya finally got someone to give ya a taste of your own medicine." With that he made a sleepy retreat back to bed. His comment earned a laugh from Gamora, which made Peter pout.

A slight blush over Peter's cheeks appeared violet through the blue dye. He looked at you again and said, "You're so gonna get it!"

This of course prompted you to quickly usher Mantis back so you could shut the door and flick the lock, laughing as you did so.

It was totally worth it.

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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 6

Word Count: 5,065

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, Talk of Smut, Pregnancy stuff

Notes: Sorry I meant to post Wednesday. Can’t you believe it’s taken me this long to do it. It’s been a hell of a week. So I apologize for not getting this out sooner. Last chapter these two were going great through the holidays. Then (Y/N) found the unsigned divorce papers. So here we go, how is (Y/N) going to react? As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

Disclaimer:  This fic takes place during the 2018-2019 season and during that season Jacob’s dad was still with him, so I will be mentioning him in this and the last chapter, along with his cancer. If that bothers you, please skip this and the previous chapter. I just felt it needed to be written into the story.

What Happens In Vegas…Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

As Jacob pulled into the driveway, he was thankful to be home after the long ten-day road trip. He had missed you more than he thought possible. He knew it had to do with not being able to ring in the New Year with you. There was nothing he wanted more than to be kissing you at the stroke of midnight, but instead, he settled for seeing your face on his phone and you blowing him a kiss as the clock struck twelve.

 The holidays had really made him see how much his feelings for you had grown. To put it plainly, he was in love with you. There was no denying it anymore, not even to himself. There had always been a connection between the two of you from the moment you met, but now, after these last couple of months with you, that bond had blossomed into full-blown love on his part. Mornings were better because he was waking up with you in his arms. Afternoon more fun as he got to see you laugh and smile throughout the day. And nights, well the nights could only be described as magical. You made Jacob’s life better and he knew it.

 Which is why it had been so hard for him to keep those three little words from slipping out of his mouth recently. There was a moment at Christmas when he’d almost said it. Those eight letters almost came tumbling out, but he’d held them back too afraid that you weren’t ready for his declaration. Now, after ten long days without you, he was no longer afraid. He was going to do it tonight, possibly after dinner; he wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that he could no longer hold them back.

 He dropped his bag by the door, the house eerily silent. Normally, when he came in there would be music playing as you worked. Jacob had even caught you listening to Johnny Cash when you were alone. A feat he never thought he’d accomplish when he told you he was his favorite singer, though today there were no sounds of ‘Ring Of Fire’ playing from anywhere in the house. “Prinsessa,” he called out, waiting to hear your voice. When you didn’t answer, he tried again. “Prinsessa, I’m home.” Still nothing.

 Jacob started to search the house, starting with the bedroom. He assumed you’d fallen asleep, after reading in one of his books that pregnancy tended to tired women out more. When you weren’t there, he checked the bathroom. Still no sign. He checked all the upstairs rooms before heading back down to check the office. Why he hadn’t thought to go there first he wasn’t sure, but it seemed a safe bet as he still hadn’t convinced you to stop working. He knew your work was important to you, so he never pushed the issue, but he wanted you to know that you had options. As he opened the door to the office he wasn’t prepared to see you sitting at his desk tears silently streaming down your face as you held on to some document. “(Y/N)?” he questioned but then stopped as he was walking towards you, realizing what the piece of paper was that you held in your hands. “Knulla,” a sick feeling rolled through his stomach as the word fuck passed from his lips.

 Whether it was Jacob saying your name or to word fuck, you couldn’t be sure. Either way, it brought you out of the haze that you’d been in since finding your unsigned divorce papers on his desk. “You didn’t sign these.” It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement as you already knew the answer.

 “I can explain.”

 “Can you? Because I thought we agreed that we were getting a divorce. I sent these back to you months ago.” You weren’t sure why you were crying but you felt the tears streaming down your face, as you shook the papers out in front of you. “You lied to me.”

 Guilt was written all across Jacob’s face. “It wasn’t like that. I meant to sign them, I truly did. But the day they came in, I had a road trip and I just threw them on the desk. I was going to sign them when I came back, I swear.”

 “So, what you’re telling me is you forgot?” Your voice raised an octave and you didn’t even realize it until you saw him wince. “For the last five months, you’ve forgotten to sign our divorce papers.”

 “No.” The one word slipped out so easily from his mouth and your eyes practically fell out of your head as you looked at him. “I was going to sign them the day you came, but then you told me about blueberry and well…”

 “And well what Jacob? You just figured that because I’m pregnant it wouldn’t matter? As if my life hasn’t been flipped upside down from that one night, YOU decide that we should just stay married.” Anger was coursing through your veins, that he would make all these decisions without even speaking to you. This was exactly why you didn’t want to be married in the first place. You didn’t need some man to tell you what to do and make all the decisions in your life.

 Throwing the papers back on the desk, you got up and brushed past Jacob, heading upstairs. “Where are you going?” Jacob yelled after you.

 “To pack.” You didn’t turn around to see the stunned look on Jacob’s face or the hurt that followed after that. You just continued up the staircase, not stopping until you were in the bedroom.

 “Jesus, (Y/N),” His voice now raised at the same level yours was as he followed you. “That’s what you do, isn’t it? You run.”

 “What the fuck does that mean?”

 “It means you don’t stay and face your problems.”

 You spun on your heel, turning to look him in the face before entering the closet. “You,” you screeched pointing your finger at him. “Know nothing about me.”

 “I know the day we met, you fought with Kennedy, your best friend, and instead of taking the time and making up with her; you decided to get sloppy drunk and forget about your problems because it was easier to run away.”

 You were shaking now you were so angry with him. “That’s not what happened and you know it.”

 “It is what happened. I was there. Remember?”

 “How can I forget, apparently I’m still married to you.”

 Jacob threw his hands up in the air completely exasperated. “Yes, (Y/N), yes we’re still married. I’m sorry you find that so fucking horrible. Forgive me for thinking that maybe, just maybe, we could make what was a drunken mistake work for the sake of our child.” You were both breathing harshly right now. Your chest rising and falling with each intake of breath, as you tried to calm your nerves and let his words sink in.

 “I never wanted this.” The words were spoken in a quieter voice, one you didn’t really recognize as yours.

 “Neither did I,” Jacob admitted. “Yet here we are.” His eyes went straight to the growing baby inside you and you cringed.

 You walked into the closet, grabbed one of your suitcases, and threw it on the bed. Inside were the forms you brought Jacob that first time you flew up to Vancouver. “You can still walk away.” Pulling out the envelope you handed it to him.

 “I told you before I’m not signing that.”

 “Well, I wish I could,” you sobbed out the words as tears rolled down your face.

 “Is that what you want (Y/N)? Do you just want to walk away from our baby?” There was both hurt and anger in Jacob’s voice. No, he hadn’t wanted this any more than you did, but now that he was faced with the challenge of being both husband and father, he had to admit he liked the idea. The fact that you didn’t crushed him. “If that’s what you want, I’ll make it happen. You can be the one signing the papers and I’ll take full responsibility for OUR child. All you have to do is have it.”

 You flinched as if his words slapped you across your face. “That’s not what I want.”

 “What do you want (Y/N)? Because I’m trying here, I really am.” Jacob took one tentative step towards you, almost afraid that you would run; lowering his voice as if he was speaking to a scared child and maybe you were. “I know I should’ve told you that I didn’t sign the divorce papers. I admit I made a mistake.” His hand reached out to brush away the tears that were falling. “I just thought that we could be a real family, just you, me, and blueberry. That’s all I want.”

 In reality that’s all, you wanted too. Over the last couple of months, your feelings for Jacob had all but consumed you. You knew you loved him but were just too afraid to admit it; scared that he was only staying with you because of the baby. “I want that too,” you quietly admitted.

 Jacob took both hands and cupped your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Is it, (Y/N)?”

 You stared directly back into the blue fathomless depths of his eyes. “Yes.”

 “You’re sure?” Jacob was scared of your answer. He thought he was coming home to tell you that he was in love with you. Now, he was afraid that you’d turn tail and run if he said the words. He needed to get the two of you back on track before he started making declarations of love.

 “I am. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that I don’t want our baby, because I do. I really do.” Jacob crushed you to his chest as you began to sob. You were on this roller coaster of emotions and weren’t sure how to get off of it.

 Jacob dropped kisses to your head as he held you while you cried. When you finally calmed, he pulled you back from his embrace, wiping your eyes with the pads of his thumbs. “Let’s sit and talk for a minute.” He guided you over to the edge of the bed, moving the suitcase off so you both could sit. “If you really want us to be a family (Y/N), why were you so upset about the divorce papers?” You took a deep breath, trying to figure out the answer, but Jacob spoke again. “I can still sign them. You know that right?”

 You nodded in agreement, but really you weren’t sure if you wanted him to anymore. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything at this point, but you needed to try and make some sense of what just happened. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me Jacob. I wish I could explain it to you.”

 “Well, when I let a goal past, I start looking at it from the start of the play. So, let’s just start at the beginning and work from there.”

 “I just wanted to clean your desk up, thinking that I would be helping you out.” A hollow laugh escaped you. “That’s not true. The mess has been bugging me for weeks now.” He chuckled with you but otherwise didn’t respond. “I didn’t recognize the envelope at first just threw it in a pile, but then when I was sorting, I knew exactly what it was.” You could remember wondering why he’d kept the envelope you sent it in. “When I saw you didn’t sign them…I don’t know I was hurt that you lied but I was angry.” At the time it was like fifty different emotions overtook your body. “I just kept thinking that nothing was going as I planned. You know?”

 Jacob nodded but remained silent as you continued to collect your thoughts. “I’ve had my life planned out since I was like seventeen. Go to college, get my degree, and land my dream job before I was thirty. By then I figured I’d have found Mister right and by thirty-two we’d be getting married then have a kid the following year. I’m not even thirty and I haven’t landed my dream job. I mean sure my job is great and my friends will tell you it’s glamorous but I still wanted more from it.” Just saying the words out loud now made everything make sense. “It just felt like all my dreams were slipping away. I guess I wasn’t really mad at you. I was more…mad at myself, for letting that happen. Does that make sense?”

 “It does.” Jacob could remember when he was with the Panthers and he thought he was going to be the starting goalie, only to have them sign someone else. He ended up back in the AHL. Before he was traded here, to Vancouver, he felt like his NHL dreams were crushed. “But you can still chase your dreams, prinsessa.”

 “Can I? We’re living here, not LA, and I’m pregnant. Not that I don’t want blueberry, because I do.” You felt a need to stress that after your words and actions earlier. “I just can’t see how it can happen.”

 Running his fingers through his hair, Jacob blew out a breath, knowing that his dreams were preventing you from yours. “I’m sorry, prinsessa.”

 “It’s not your fault. I mean…well…you know what I mean.”

 “Yeah, I do.” Jacob took your hands in his then. “I know I’m asking a lot for you and blueberry to be here so that I can live out my dream. All I can say is that it won’t be forever, prinsessa. I probably only have a few years left anyhow, maybe five, six, or seven if I’m really lucky. After that, I promise we’ll go wherever you want so you can live out your dreams. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

 You sniffled trying to hold back more tears that threatened to flow. “You’d do that, for me?”

 “Of course. I only wish I could give you your dreams now.” Maybe it was his words or the look in his eyes, but suddenly your career didn’t seem all that important anymore. It was almost as if a new dream was forming, and this one seemed to be rooted in your heart and not your head.

 Somehow you managed to mouth out a “thank you,” before you got too caught up in the emotions that were swirling around inside you. Jacob's arms came around you drawing you close as he kissed your forehead, and you melted into him. Even though this wasn’t how you saw your life going, right now there was no place else you’d rather be, though there was still one thing you needed to take care of. Pulling out of the embrace, you looked up at Jacob. “I don’t want you to sign the divorce papers.”

 He gazed at you curiously. Questioning whether or not you were actually serious. “You don’t?”

 “Well, not unless you want to. I kind of like the idea of us trying to be a family, as unconventional as it seems.”

 “I do too, prinsessa.”

 Jacob’s palm cradled your stomach where the baby was, and you placed your hand over the top of his. “Just you, me, and blueberry.”

 “Well, technically it’s a mango now.” That made you smile. You knew he was reading anything he could get his hands on about becoming a father and you loved him for that.

 “Mango, huh? Is that why my pants aren’t fitting anymore?” Your bump had really started to show the last couple of weeks, though bulky sweaters hid it from others' view.

 “You look beautiful, prinsessa.” He bent his head to kiss you, but right as he did you felt it. You had been feeling these little flutters the last week or so while Jacob was gone, not knowing if it was the baby kicking or not. But this, this was definitely a kick. “Oh my god, was that…”

 “You felt that too?”

 “Yeah, yeah I did.” You both were quiet for a moment wondering if the baby would kick again. It took but a moment, and then you felt it once more. “I think mango likes its new name.” As soon Jacob said the name, there was another kick.

 “I think you’re right.” It was incredible to share this moment with him, and it occurred to you then that you couldn’t wait to share all these little moments together.

 Jacob’s hand continued to rest on your belly as the baby continued to kick a few more times. “So, then we’re really doing this then?” He asked. “Marriage and all?”

 “Yeah, we really are, though I’m not sure I’m ready to change my name just yet.”

 “That’s ok, prinsessa you don’t have to.”

 “I’m sure I’ll want to someday,” you told him, which you honestly thought may happen sooner rather than later. “But I am ready to be your wife if that makes any sense.” He arched an eyebrow at you and you realized how that sounded. “That’s not what I meant,” you laughed at his insinuation at you both getting naked and putting the bed to good use.

 “I know,” he teased back. “I think we’ve already got that part of our marriage down pretty well, though I’m always up for more practice.” It was your turn to flick your gaze towards his cock, which only made Jacob laugh harder. “Later, prinsessa.” He rose from the bed grabbing your hands to help you up as well. “For now, how about you put on something fancy and we go out for dinner?”

 “Are you asking me out on a date, husband?”

 “I believe I am, wife. What do you say?”

 “I say yes, as long as it’s a place that I can get some french fries.” He gave you a look as if to say McDonald’s really wasn’t what he had in mind. “Don’t look at me. It’s mango that wants them.”

 “Well, then fries it is.”

 Despite your craving for fast food, Jacob took you to one of the nicest restaurants in town. Where you were pretty sure he called ahead and told the chef to make you french fries. Your little date night was exactly what the two of you needed.

 Over the next couple of days, you rushed around the house making sure everything was perfect for when Jacob’s parents arrived. They were coming a few days before the father son trip, which would leave you alone with Jacob’s mom for about four days. You had to admit you were a bit worried. Though you’d spoken to her several times on the phone and through facetime, you were still leery that she wouldn’t like you. Their flight arrived shortly after Jacob’s morning practice, so he left right from the rink to pick them up, while you paced the house waiting for them. You jumped off the couch the moment you heard the garage door open.

 Jacob and his parents were laughing when they entered the house. “There she is,” his mom said moving towards you.

 “Hi, Lena. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

 You went to outstretch your hand, but Jacob’s mom went directly in for a hug. “Please, we’re practically family dear.” Actually, you were family but no one knew that besides you and Jacob. After a long embrace, she held you out taking in your appearance and your baby bump. “Hon ar vacker, Jacob. Du borde gifta dig med henne direkt.” You looked at Jacob for help, for while he’d started teaching you some Swedish you could barely say hello.

 “Mamma,” He said in a tone that was somewhat chiding and you didn’t know if he was reprimanding her for speaking her native language or for what she’d actually said. “She said that you were beautiful.” Jacob interpreted for you, though left out the part where his mom had said he should marry you right away.

 “Yes, I’m sorry.” Lena apologized, while Jacob’s dad hugged you. “You’re just glowing, though I have no doubt that’s just you and not my grandbaby in there.”

 Heat rose to your cheeks at both her compliment and the mention of the baby. You were almost twenty weeks and under normal circumstances, this shouldn’t be the first time you were meeting the father of your child’s parents. “Come sit down,” you ushered everyone into the living room. “How was your flight? Can I get you something to drink? I have some snacks made up? Or did you want to go out for lunch?” You were probably overdoing it a bit but you really wanted them to like you.

 Jacob came up behind you then. His hands going to your shoulders, to rub out some of the tension he knew you were feeling. “Relax, prinsessa,” he whispered in your ear before kissing your temple. “They love you already.”

 “Nothing right now,” Jacob’s dad told you.

 “Yes, just come sit down and chat.” Lena patted the seat beside her on the sofa for you to take. “How are you feeling?”

 “Pretty good actually. The morning sickness is pretty much gone and actually wasn’t all that bad, thanks to your son.” This had them both giving you a questioning look. “He had saltine crackers everywhere in this place for me. You’ll probably find some somewhere, I’m sure.” Just then the topic of conversation made its presence known to you with a little kick. Your hand going immediately to your belly.

 “May I?” Lena asked, to which you simply nodded and placed her hand where the baby was kicking. “Oh,” she remarked when she felt it. “I remember Jacob doing the same thing to me when I was pregnant with him, and always at the worst time.”

 That little conversation led to Lena and Anders giving you more and more information about Jacob as a child. You loved every second of it, though you could tell some stories made Jacob uncomfortable. However, those were usually the best. Later that night, you all went out for dinner, where the stories continued. You were surprised that Jacob kept your marriage a secret from his parents, but didn’t question it, as you weren’t completely ready to answer questions about how it all went down. Surprisingly, his parents didn’t ask either. The next evening you all sat in the family suite at the arena to cheer Jacob on, before he and Anders left for the father son trip.

 You weren’t sure why you were worried about spending time alone with Lena, for she made you feel so at ease. You’d taken off work formally, even though you were working from home, so that the two of you could have some time together. There were shopping trips during the day, where the focus was on the baby. Buying cute little outfits and getting her opinion on what crib she thought would look best in the baby’s room. During the evenings, she taught you how to make some of Jacob’s favorite Swedish dishes. You felt somewhat bad that he was missing out on his mom’s home cooking but she made enough to stock your freezer for when he was home.

 On the last night that it was just the two of you, you sat down and watched the game. It was the first intermission and the announcers were discussing the father son trip. Lena reached over and grabbed your hand. “There’s something I want to talk to you about my dear.” She sounded serious and that concerned you. Nodding, with a simple ok, you let her continue. “My son is going to need you over the next few days I’m sure.” You didn’t understand what she meant by that, but thankfully she went on to explain. “You see Anders has been diagnosed with cancer. He’s going to tell Jacob tonight after the game.”

 “Oh, Lena, I’m so sorry.” You quickly hugged her as you saw tears forming in her eyes; yours doing the same.

 The two of you stayed like that for a bit, before she pulled back. “Thank you, sweetheart. I have no doubt my husband will beat this, but I wanted you to be prepared for Jacob’s reaction.”

 “Thank you for confiding in me. I’ll be here for Jacob in any way that I can.”

 “I know you will. I can tell already how much you love my boy, and it warms my heart to know this.” A pang of guilt hit you deep in the gut for not telling Lena the truth about your marriage, but there was one thing that you could assure her of.

 “I do love your son very much, though I haven’t had the courage to tell him.”

 “Well, you shouldn’t be afraid. It’s written all over his face how much he loves you. I’ve never seen him happier and it’s not just the baby my dear.”

 You certainly hoped she was right and while it gave you a little flicker of hope to think that he might love you back; you still weren’t ready to profess your love. “That’s so good to hear. This is just all so…well, sudden and new.”

 Lena patted your hand. “I know it is dear, but you two seem to be handling everything well. I know it meant the world to him that you moved here, and now with everything going on with Anders I’m glad Jacob will have you to lean on.”

 “I’ll be here for him.”

 The two of you talked some more than headed off to bed. When morning came you putzed around the house, cooking up some of Jacob’s favorites for when the boys would arrive home. You’d thought he’d need some comfort food after hearing the news about his father. It was later in the afternoon when they arrived home. Jacob kissing you as soon as he walked in the door and holding you tight. You expected there to be some talk about his father’s condition but no one mentioned a word all evening.

 It wasn’t until you were alone getting ready for bed that you broached the subject. “Are you ok?” You asked, pulling back the comforter before crawling under the sheets. It was a vague question, but you knew he would understand what you meant.

 “So, my mother told you then?”

 “She did. Do you want to talk about it?”

 He got under the covers with you, laying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. You rolled onto your side to better gauge his reaction. “Yes and no.” He blew out a breath and you could see him struggling to hold back the tears. You waited, placing your hand on his chest and just giving him time. “He looks so good right now.” You hummed your agreement, remaining silent. “He’s going to start treatment as soon as they go back. He says he’ll beat it.”

 When Jacob didn’t say anything for a moment, you decided to take the cue and talk. “I’m sure he will. All we can do is give him our love and support and let him know we’ll be with him every step of the way.” There was a sniffle and you saw him swipe at his right eye. It tore at your heart to see him in pain like this. “I made a phone call to the doctor today.”

 His head turned quickly and you feared he’d get whiplash. “Is something wrong with the baby?”

 “No, no. Everything is fine.” You certainly hadn’t meant to scare him, but you saw him visibly relax once he knew everything was ok. “I called to see how soon we’d be able to fly after the baby’s born.” There was still a concerned look on Jacob’s face as if he couldn’t figure out why you would want to fly somewhere after giving birth. “She said as long as everything is good and mango is full term, we could leave about four weeks after he or she is born.”

 Jacob rolled onto his side, facing you now as he still wasn’t following where the conversation was leading. “Where do you plan on going?”

 “I thought we could go to Sweden for the summer, maybe be with your mom and dad for as long as you can with training.”

 His eyes started to water as he fully comprehended what you were saying. “But what about your job and your family seeing the baby?”

 “My family can fly up after mango is born, and stay for a week, maybe help me pack. As for work,” you shrugged, it would either be there or it wouldn’t when you got back, but Jacob didn’t need to know that. Some things were more important, you were coming to realize. “I have maternity and vacation that should be enough until we head back.”

 “You’d really do this for me, (Y/N)?”

 “I would, but Jacob, I’m doing this for us. Our family needs us in Sweden, so that’s where we’ll be.”

 Jacob was overwhelmed with emotions. He couldn’t believe what you were saying and willing to do for him. It was all too much, and he just let the tears freely flow. He scooted over, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you, prinsessa. I…I…,” He wanted to tell you right at that moment that he loved you so much, but somehow it just didn’t feel like the right time, so instead he found himself saying, “I can’t tell you how much it means to me.” He held you as tightly as possible, letting his emotions take over him, as he sobbed in your arms.

 You hugged Jacob back tighter in your arms while he cried, reassuring him that everything would be alright. At that moment there was so much that you wanted to say to him, that you’d be there for him, that you were in this together, and most of all that you loved him. Instead, you simply held him until his breathing evened out and you felt him relax, falling fast asleep. There would be other times for you to say those three little words that seemed to be bubbling to the surface. Tonight was just about being there for Jacob and you planned on being there not only now but forever if he let you.

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