#the voices told me tommy’s gonna call him baby

[buckleyskin]

this is an insane image btw

[peppermintquartz]

It's a somber mood in the car as Buck drives home with his boyfriend. They'd been in high spirits too, helping Eddie set up the decorations and encouraging him when he was feeling a little uncertain about the surprise.

Now Buck wishes he hadn't been there to see the way Chris blew off his dad. The pain in Eddie's entire being was broadcast loudly, even if Eddie merely shut the video call down and then grabbed himself a beer afterwards. Tommy went after Eddie and Buck saw them talking in low voices for a bit, and he hopes that Tommy helped, because Buck was - still is - at a loss of words.

It's hard not to feel protective of Eddie, but it's also difficult because it's Christopher inflicting this hurt, and Buck isn't sure how to feel.

"Hey. We tried. Eddie tried. It just wasn't time yet," Tommy ventures, reaching across the console to pat Buck's knee.

Buck sighs. "It's just... It's Chris. Ball of sunshine, always positive, a complete sweetheart Christopher Diaz. I think about that kid and I think about the boy on the screen just now and. They're not the same person."

"Or maybe," Tommy says gently, his big hand still on Buck's thigh, "he's a teenager who is going through a very difficult emotional time and also some challenging physical changes."

"That what you told Eddie?"

"No, I told him that even if Chris isn't receptive now, he'll remember that Eddie tried, and when Chris is feeling less resentful and more forgiving, this will be an important moment." Tommy exhales slowly. "I mean, what I would have given if my father tried half as much as Eddie does to be a good dad."

Buck keeps his eyes on the road. Tommy's wistful tone reminds him that, of the three of them, Tommy is the only one who goes no-contact with his father. Buck hasn't pried. He wants Tommy to share of his own volition.

"I'm glad you were there for Eddie just now," he says instead, because it's true.

Tommy squeezes Buck's thigh gently. "He's my friend too. You know, he can have more than one friend."

"Yeah, some dork with terrible fake mouth static told me that once."

"Medal-worthy fake mouth static, thank you very much."

Buck has to chuckle at that. At the next red light, he picks up Tommy's hand and kisses the knuckles, before looking at his boyfriend straight in the eyes. "You're the best boyfriend."

"Baby, I'm your first boyfriend," Tommy says, eyes crinkling in the corners. "No competition."

Buck is going to retort when the car behind them blasts their horn. With a snort, Buck gets back to driving. "What, you want there to be competition? Not happy to be the first?"

Tommy is silent, but there's a quirk to his lips when Buck steals a glance at him.

"What?" Buck presses.

"Well, I was gonna say something like, no, I want to be the first and the last, but that might be too much." He sounds a little nervous.

There's a little flip in Buck's belly that tells him that, even if it is too much, he kinda likes it. He smiles and takes Tommy's hand, squeezes. "A bit much right now, yeah. But I'm... not opposed to the idea."

Tommy turns his hand over and intertwines their fingers. "Good. That's good."

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[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: TW: miscarriage

Joel finds out you were pregnant and miscarried while he was on a work trip with Tommy.]

Angst fluff

Joel didn’t have to know you were pregnant in order to be hurt, the thought of you carrying his child was something he realized he wanted.

 “I’ll be home soon, honey. I love you” Joel’s voice on the other end of the phone causing a knot in your throat. 

“I love you too” you barely managed to say without a crack. Joel had no idea what had happened to you that morning. While Sarah was in school for the past seven hours you were in the hospital alone. Joel and Tommy had gone off to a work trip for the past two days and no one knew what was happening.

No one had even known you were pregnant. 

It had only been a week since you learned you were pregnant. In shock and unsure of how Joel would feel about it you stalled telling him not thinking this would happen. You wish you would’ve told him the second you knew, you wished so badly for him to be there with you at this moment, you knew he would’ve been. Thankful to be back home you decided that you wouldn’t tell Joel. With a sigh you stood up leaving the room only to see Sarah standing by the dining room table looking down at a paper. Immediately your heart sunk, she wasn’t suppose to be home for another hour, you hadn’t even heard her come in.

“Sarah-“ you walked up towards her swallowing nervously as she slowly looked back between you and the paper.

“Sarah, I can explain” you began nervously. You would’ve never left your discharge papers on the table when you walked in had you known she would be home early today. 

“You…you were pregnant?” The word still sending a shock through you.

“I…I-“ she finally looked up at you with confusion and shock herself. 

“I was but-“

“What happened?”

“Um, I…I had a miscarriage” the reality somehow setting in once those words were spoken aloud. Sarah’s light eyes widened, a bit of guilt not expecting to have barged into something so private.

“It’s ok, Sarah…I’m fine now-“

“It says you were bleeding heavily” she spoke with concern. 

“What did my dad say?” Once again your heart sinking, Sarah could tell by your reaction you hadn’t said a word to Joel.

“I..I haven’t had a chance-“

“What? Why not? You should call him, he’ll come home right away”

“I am ok, Sarah” you insisted slowly taking the papers from her hands. 

“But you should be resting and-“

“Please don’t call your father, he’ll be home tomorrow night. I don’t want to worry him.” 

Sarah sighed before noticing a hint of sadness in your eyes. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Her question making you look up. 

“There’s nothing to talk about but thank you, Sarah” quickly you turned away before she could spot the tears welling up in your eyes.

    Sarah went to her room with the house phone hoping you wouldn’t notice. Staring at her door hoping you wouldn’t come in she called her father despite what you wanted. 

“Hey dad, can you come home tonight?” 

“I wish I could babygirl but Tommy and I have another night of work here, everything alright?” He responded as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear while working. 

She stood silent which caught his attention. 

“Sarah, baby what’s the matter?” 

“Nothing I just think you should come home tonight” she finally expressed softly. 

“Have you spoken to y/n today?” 

“Not too long ago, why?” Joel stopped what he was doing grabbing the phone with his hand.

“What’s wrong with y/n?” 

“Don’t tell her I called you, just come home tonight please? It’s not for me, I’m fine just please, dad” 

“Alright, sweetheart. Don’t you worry, I’ll be there tonight” Sarah thanked him and hung up the phone not saying much of anything else. 

Joel stood in place concerned with what could be going on, concerned with what his daughter couldn’t say. 

“Alright, we’re leaving tonight” he turned to Tommy who raised a brow. 

“There’s no way we can finish this today-“

“Well it’s gonna have to wait, got an issue back at home” 

“What happened?” 

“Don’t know, but start packin’” Joel began picking up supplies as his mind wandered off. He knew it must’ve been important, Sarah never bothered him for anything while he was at work. 

   That evening you stood in the kitchen washing dishes, everything still felt surreal for you yet you still refused to say a word. Sarah came out of her room and noticed you slightly lose your balance stepping to the side, the amount of blood loss making you woozy. 

“You ok?” She asked making you stand up straight. 

“Yes” you lied, even with pain medication the doctor gave you the experience was anything but comfortable. That’s when you heard Joel’s truck pull up in the front making you quickly turn off the water. 

“Joel’s back?” You walked to the window as Sarah stood silently in the kitchen knowing why he returned. 

“He didn’t tell me he was coming-“ you turned to Sarah knowing she must’ve said something. 

“You called him didn’t you?” She stood silent not wanting you to get upset with her but she felt it was the right thing to do. 

“Sarah, I asked you not to call him-“

“He doesn’t know anything, I just asked him to come early. You shouldn’t be going through this alone” she explained but before you could respond Joel walked in through the front door. 

   At first he stood silent, he could tell he had just walked into something.

“Where’s Tommy?” You asked trying your best to seem as casual as you could. 

“He’ll be back in the mornin’” he set his bag down beside him before looking at Sarah whom stood beside you with her arms behind her back. 

“Sarah” he waited for her to speak, to give him something, but she remained quiet. 

“Look, I don’t know why Sarah called you, everything is fine-“

“Just tell him” Sarah insisted without looking up. 

“Tell me what?” He raised a brow as he walked towards you stopping just a foot away. Joel knew you very well, he knew something was wrong.

“Talk to me,honey” 

Looking down you began to fidget with your fingers, this wasn’t how you wanted to tell him.

“Joel, it’s nothing I just-“

“She was in the hospital” Sarah blurt out. 

“Hospital?” A deep crease forming between his brows, concern in his voice. 

“What happened? You alright?” He grabbed your face as if he was trying to see what was wrong but you quickly pushed his hands away.

“I am fine now I said” you walked towards the bedroom stepping inside as Joel quickly followed. 

“If she won’t say it then I will” Joel turned back to Sarah. A tiny piece of you wanting Sarah to get it over with but you knew it had to be you.

“No” you quickly yelled out before she could say another word with your back to them.

“I…I was pregnant, Joel. I was pregnant and I lost the baby,” you blurt out shocking them both. You didn’t look back, you couldn’t bare the image of his brown eyes at the news. Joel felt like he had been hit with a ton of bricks, how didn’t he notice? Having a baby wasn’t something either of you had spoken of but you always wanted to be a mother. 

Joel looked at Sarah and silently motioned for her to leave the room before he spoke. Sarah obliged and closed the door behind her just relieved that her father finally knew and that you weren’t alone. Joel turned back to you and could tell you were crying in silence. You could hear his footsteps slowly coming towards you before feeling his hands on your waist.

“C’mere” you took a deep breath before turning to him and burying your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around you as you for the first time allowed yourself to feel it.

Joel was silent hearing you cry..the thought of you alone in the hospital didn’t sit well with him. The thought of you being pregnant and him not knowing a thing…

You looked up at him and could tell he was lost in thought.

“Are you mad at me?”

Your question bringing his eyes quickly down to you.

“Of course not” he assured you.

“But I need you to understand one thing, darling” you looked up at him patiently to hear what he had to say.

“I can’t have you ever going through anything like this again and you not telling me, you understand?” he gently wiped your tears with his thumbs as you nodded and noticed his jaw tense up.

“How long did you know?”

“A week” you whispered seeing a hint of hurt in his eyes.

“I..I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know how you would feel. I was going to tell you when you came back…I didn’t expect this to happen” you began to cry again as his hands held your face.

“It’s alright, I’m here with you. Lets get you in bed” you took a deep breath and did as he said. Since coming home from the hospital you hadn’t exactly taken it slow the way the doctor asked. Laying in bed turning to your side you sighed as Joel covered you with a blanket.

“Where are you going?” You asked just as you felt the weight of his body on the bed beside you, his arm sliding over your waist pulling you perfectly against him.

“I’m right here, baby” he whispered in your ear. He kissed the side of your face holding you close as you for once felt some kind of calmness today.

After some time Joel made sure you were asleep and slowly slipped out of bed. Placing the blanket over you he kissed your forehead and walked out.

Sarah sat in the living room watching tv when she noticed her father come out of the room. He stood by the door rubbing the back of his neck, still taking in what he had just found out.

“She mad at me?” Sarah’s voice made Joel look up.

“No, sweetheart, she knows you were only worried” he walked towards her by the couch and sat down beside with her with a deep sigh.

“Did you guys plan this?” Sarah couldn’t help but ask. Joel silently shook his head leaning forward.

“I’m just as surprised as you were, kid”

“Well did you want a baby?”

Joel stood silent staring at the ground, a thought that hadn’t left his mind since you had expressed what happened. Yet, he didn’t know how to respond to that to his daughter, how would’ve Sarah felt?

“Look babygirl-“

“Dad, if you do it’s not gonna upset me. I like y/n, it’d be cool to have a sibling….” Sarah shrugged catching Joel off guard.

“I’m gonna go to bed” she stood up as she yawned before looking down at her father still lost in thought.

“I’m sorry about what happened” she unexpectedly leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek before walking away. Sarah’s reaction only causing Joel to understand more of what exactly he was feeling.

He was hurt.

Joel didn’t have to know you were pregnant in order to be hurt, the thought of you carrying his child was something he realized he wanted.

He couldn’t imagine what it was like sitting alone in the hospital. He knew he should’ve listened to himself when he heard the way you sounded over the phone, something hadn’t seemed right but you brushed it off as a hard day at work. Staring into space thinking about all that happened he was distracted by you coming out of the bedroom. Quickly he stood up rushing towards you to make sure you were ok.

“I’m here, baby. I just couldn’t sleep” he stopped inches away as you leaned back against the wall.

“It’s ok, I just needed some water”

“Could’ve called out to me, I don’t want you doing more than you should” he walked towards the kitchen getting you a glass.

“I can get myself a cup of water, Joel” you responded softly following him to the kitchen.

You could still see the concern in his eyes.

“How do you feel?” He asked looking up as he bought you the glass.

“I’m ok, just tired” you could feel him watching you as you took a sip, you could feel there was more he wanted to say…more he wanted to know.

“How far long were you?” He crossed his arms leaning against the counter.

“Nine weeks”

He didn’t respond, pressing his lips together as he looked deep into thought. He caught himself lost in that moment and realized you were looking down in your own world, obviously upset. Joel reached for you grabbing your hand and slowly pulled you close against him. He didn’t say another word and he didn’t have to, the touch of him was always enough to give you a sense of calmness…Joel always had a way with touch. At a moment like this it’s all you really needed, his arms around you assuring you he was right there with you.

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Cuz I Loved You | Part 2

DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: very light smut, joel being an ass, pregnancy, dad lectures, flashback, break up

part 1

It was quiet. Almost a bit too quiet. Your eyes scanned the small waiting room, glancing over the faces of the other people there.

Guess what they say is true- you really aren't alone.

The nurse opened the door and called out your name. When you walked back with her you could feel the world moving in slow motion. All the sounds around you were muffled but you could sure as hell hear your heart about to beat out of your chest.

It didn't take as long as you thought- in and out but you left with a souvenir. You smiled at the black and white photo, admiring the tiny little bean growing inside of you.

“We're gonna be just fine, bean. I promise you.”

— • —

They both stumbled into Joel's house and up to his bedroom. He flung his t-shirt off the same time she pulled her skirt down and kicked it somewhere in the room. Joel had picked her up at the bar, wanting- well more like needing something to stick his dick in and he was getting tired of his hand.

She was about to drop to her knees but he grabbed her wrist.

“Bed.” he demanded. She finished getting undressed and laid down on his bed facing him. He walked over and quickly flipped her on her stomach, grabbing her waist and flipping her over.

He thrusted into her, groaning at the sensational feeling he missed so much. It wasn't you but it'll do.

Fuck. Why did he have to think about you? He shook his head trying to get your face out of his mind but it wasn't working. Your smile was burned in the backs of his eye lids, the sound of your voice echoed through his ears. No matter what he thought of, your face popped up.

“Get out.” he let out a frustrated grunt as he pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans.

“What?” she asked, confused

“I said get out!” she quickly got up from the bed and got redressed. She grabbed her shoes and left without saying anything else.

—

“Joel, we gotta go!” Tommy yelled out as he knocked on Joel's bedroom door. Joel jerked awake, headache hitting him like a truck the second he opened his eyes. He slowly got up and opened the door, the smell of alcohol hitting Tommy in the face.

“Jesus…” he muttered under his breath. “What did you do last night?”

Joel shrugged his shoulders as he walked back over to his bed. “Remember kicking a girl out of here last night. That's about it.”

“Why did you-”

“Can't stop thinking about her.” Joel muttered, cutting Tommy off. Tommy let out a small sigh and sat down next to Joel. He knew exactly who Joel was talking about.

“Brother I hate to break it to you but you can't get all sad and upset about missing her when you were the one that broke it off.”

“You don't get it…”

Tommy scoffed. “Joel, I know you better than anyone. Things got too serious between the two of you and you got scared- scared because the last time you had something serious she left you with a kid to raise on your own.”

Joel stayed quiet. He knew Tommy wasn't wrong. He really did want a life with you, he just let his fears get in the way. He hoped that after your dads birthday party he'd hear from you but it's been months and still nothing. He pushed you away and that's his own fault.

“Get dressed, we gotta get to work.” Tommy said before walking out of his bedroom.

— • —

“This damned thing.” you grunted, struggling to clip the baby seat in the back of your car. You felt a strong hand on your back, grabbing your attention.

“Let me get it.” Your dad said, reaching over the car seat and clipping it in within seconds.

“I totally had it.”

“Mhm.” he muttered as the closed the back door of the car.

“So…” Your dad started, leaning against your car. “I told your mom I wasn't gonna say anything but-”

“Dad if its about Joel-”

“He deserves to know.” You let out a sigh, annoyed that he's about to give you the same lecture again. “This is his kid too.”

“Yeah and he's the one that said he didn't want to start over. He's the one that broke up with me.”

“You need to stop being selfish and think about what that kid is gonna think when it grows up without a father. Get it through your head.”

“I'm being selfish? Joel wants nothing to do with this!”

“How do you know if you haven't even told him?”

You stayed quiet, secretly hating the fact that your dad was right. You still haven't told Joel and if you're being honest you hadn't planned on it. He made it clear when you broke up; he didn't want to start over. So why tell him?

“I gotta get going…” you muttered before getting in your car. Your dad grabbed the door before you closed it all the way.

“Do me a favor and think about it.” he muttered before closing the door.

—

After leaving your parents you decided to stop by the baby store and browse around- bit of retail therapy. You were walking around the store, searching for new clothes for the baby when you heard a deep voice call out your name.

You turned around and there he was.

“No way…” he muttered, eyes going straight to your swollen belly.

“Tommy.”

“H-How far along are you?”

“Almost 7 months.”

“Almost time then huh?”

“Yeah… Tommy I don't mean to be rude but what are you doing in a baby store?”

“Maria’s pregnant.” he smiled.

“Oh congratulations.” you said pulling him into a hug.

“Thank you. I'm so nervous but excited.” he chuckled, hugging you back.

“Oh you're gonna be a great dad Tommy don't sweat it.”

“Speaking of…” he trailed off, eyes going back to your belly. You crossed your arms over your chest, taking a step back from Tommy.

“It was good seeing you Tommy.” You flashed him a quick smile before walking away. The entire car ride back to your house you knew that Tommy was gonna tell Joel. Only thing is- what was Joel gonna do when he did find out?

— • —

“Wanted to talk to you about something.” You said as you sat in Joels lap and wrapped your arm around his neck.

“Talk to me baby.”

“Have you ever thought about maybe… having another baby?”

He chuckled. “Honey I'm 54, I tossed out that card a long time ago.”

“I know but maybe-”

“There is no maybe. I'm not having another kid.” He snapped. You gave him a small nod and got off his lap, walking up to the bedroom.

Joel didnt speak to you the rest of the day, until later that night when he walked upstairs and found you typing away on your laptop.

“What's with the baby talk earlier?” He asked. You closed your computer and set it on the nightstand.

“It was just a question Joel.”

“Okay, well then, do you want a baby?”

“Yeah.” You paused. “Not right now but I'd love to have a baby somewhere down the line.”

“It's not gonna be with me sweetheart I can tell you that now.”

You felt the familiar lump form in your throat- sensing a feeling in your gut on what was about to happen.

“So is it a deal breaker?” You asked, scared to know the answer.

“Yeah.” He muttered. “It's a deal breaker.”

—

Joel sat back, processing everything that he was just told. “How far along?” He whispered.

“7 months now.”

Joel looked over at him and gave him a small nod. “Thank you for telling me.”

“You deserved to know.”

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[penvisions]

sweetening the deal {by the grit of sandpaper}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Summary: Tommy Miller asked you to take his place beside his brother on patrols, and you're determined to not let him down even if you're far too awkward around the older Miller you don't know very well.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: canon typical language, pining, requited unrequited feelings, joel is so soft in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, lots of feelings, joel miller's body needs its own warning, tooth rotting fluff, mostly joel pov, SET BEFORE THE FIRST CHAPTER

A/N: dear @copperhalfcent submitted a drabble emoji as part of the final chapter celebration and of course i got carried away, what a bummer, huh? here's this for y'all to enjoy until the final chapter comes out! ♡♡

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A rather loud crack of cartilage startles you, your gun aimed toward the direction Joel approached you and the horses from. He had dismounted to check out the small wisps of smoke with an urgent but quiet request to remain behind.

“Just me ‘n my bad back.”

“Should soak in some hot water when we get back.” You say as you lower the barrel, turning your attention to the tittering horses. You miss the way his eyes darken at the image of you covered in nothing but scented bubbles flashing in his mind. It was the middle of summer, your shirts having given way to tank tops that gave the man more than a glimpse of the swell of your breasts glistening with sweat. His hands twitch at his sides, his own gun secure over his back, pistol nestled in the holster at his hip.

“Afraid that won’t do much at my age.”

“You’re not that much older than me.”

“I’m far older than you, you can’t be more’n forty.”

“Tommy’s got a few on me, but he said you’re not much older than him?”

“I’m fifty-seven, he’s about fifty. Even older with a birthday comin’ up soon. More’n a few years, actually.”

“Oh. Well, I always did go for older guys.” And fuck if his cock didn’t twitch and his stomach didn’t swoop at the implications of your words. You must’ve realized they were uttered aloud as you spin back to face him with a twisted face, heat tinging the tops of your ears and your chest rising with a deep exhale of an apology he didn’t think was necessary.

“Shit. That was wildly inappropriate, Joel. I’m so sorry.” The worry in the lines of your face, the few wrinkles he could see around your eyes made his stomach swoop again. You were so god damn expressive once he got you talking, something relatively new as you both got used to being around each other, reading each other’s moods.

“No need to apologize, we all got our preferences.”

“Still, you-you’re…I’m just gonna shut up now.” He could hear the clack of your teeth as you snap your jaw shut, tense at what he figured you thought was too forward of a conversation with someone who you interacted with only a few times a week. But he frowned, not liking the way you interpreted their easy-going patrols that had begun to develop into something he would call genuine friendship.

“Nah, is okay. Filters are for people who actually say inappropriate stuff. You’re fine, Olive.” He watches the way you begin to lead the horses down an overgrown path, falling into step behind you. Something that paired with the smoldering fire he had found keeping his eyes and ears open to those responsible. “When’s your birthday?”

“I’m a winter baby, which is ironic because I don’t like the cold.” His eyes trace the same line a drop of sweat as it makes its way from your braided hair and down the back of your neck. The increasing heat not seeming to bother you as it did so many others who had the relieve of central air in Jackson.

“Not a fan either, being from Texas we didn’t get much of it.” Joel realizes he hadn’t told anyone of his past other than Ellie in…god knows how long. You were smart though, no doubt picking up on the twang his voice carried, the particulars of it telling of his past just as much as his answers to each new question. But he was willing to share it with you, something about you softening the edges of the walls he had built up around himself. Of wanting to find out what you had in common and what you didn’t.

“Do you…like sweets?”

“Huh?” Even if he were privy to the innerworkings of your mind, the question would still have caught him off guard, doubly so since he wasn’t.

“Uh…sweets? Like cake or tart or even muffins?” Nervous, he realized, you were nervous around him sometimes. But it was so unlike the rest of the town, nervous as in worried about accidentally offending him or saying the wrong thing, not nervous he was going to throttle them. He had done his best to work alongside Tommy, to appease Maria and the council, to show them that he was committed to turning a new leave and abiding by their way of life to ensure he and Ellie had a place to call home. It had been a rough couple of months, but you sure as hell sweetened the deal.

“Wouldn’t say no to ‘em, but never went out of my way to get any for myself.” The question of who he would go out of his way to get them fore glints in your eye, but you purse your lips and refrain from another question. He rather likes betting against himself to see if you would ask the many he sees cross your face. Your brow was twitch just before you did, if you allowed yourself. Your lips would twitch if you didn’t, like you were holding back the words springing up in your mind.

After a rather awkward first couple of patrols, he had realized the set of his face may have come across as uninterested. But you were so sweet, so quiet and he found himself wondering about you beyond the bubble of time you shared while out on patrol. Tommy had barked a laugh when he asked how long you had been here, the glimmer of teasing only a younger sibling was capable of lighting up his face. Longer than him, he had said. Which meant you had to have been a part of it for a while.

Time passes and his birthday is suddenly something Tommy makes a point to stop by the house with a classic yellow cake covered in chocolate frosting.

Figured you for a simple man, so a simple cake seemed the safest bet. Hope the day is good to you, Olive.

The note attached to it was inscribed with beautiful, looping writing. Tommy had remarked that you were the go to baker for cakes, even if the requests were made at the mess hall where he learned you were one of the cooks behind the scenes. Each new piece of you he learned making him want to know more. With the thought to thank you next patrol, he accepted the cake and his brother’s company.

Ellie had made him breakfast before school, but he had remained inside all day, busing himself with cleaning and carving to ignore the memories the date always brought up. But that evening, he smiled over a small dinner with his brother as they cut into the cake almost immediately after. Glad he had opened up to you and to find that you thought of him as much as he was beginning to think of you. He would return the favor by bringing coffee, something he was learning was a commodity few had a steady supply of. A branch of his own to let you know he didn’t think you were being too forward in any capacity.

Even more so when he noticed a third slice stolen from the platter it was delivered on the next morning, a card beside it from Ellie wishing him another year for her to tease him.

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[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

The Epilogue

It starts off on a simple hot sunny day at the lake.

The kids are giggling and splashing water in each other's faces.

Dustin and Steve are off to the side getting the sandwiches ready. Steve is watching Eddie flip the boys into the water.

"I'm so glad we're all like this together. I never thought I'd even get you an Eddie into the same room."

"Well he's really changed a lot. Definitely since we were kids. I like being his friend, I think we're better for it." He finishes wrapping up the sandwich he's working on and ignores Dustin's eyes piercing into his skull. Behind him he hears another splash and some screaming.

"What."

"I didn't know you used to be friends."

"Friends? It's been a long time since I've been regarded as one of those."

"Be for real I didn't know you and Eddie used to hang out."

"Yeah we used to hang out all the time." Steve looks off into the distance wistfully.

"So what happened?"

"Well, we grew up. I grew up and Eddie grew up and we both grew into different people and Eddie didn't like how different we ended up being. It happens all the time. We didn't have monsters to bond us like you guys."

"Well that sucks, maybe you guys will reconnect as strong as you used to be."

Steve rustles Dustin's hair much to his complaint.

"We'll be fine champ, we're doing well now aren't we?"

"Yeah Stevie we are." They both spin around at the sound of Eddie's voice. He's giving them a confused look. Squinting his eyes at Steve like he doesn't know how to feel.

---

A long time ago

"Do you want to be friends?"

"Why?"

"I think you're cool."

"No you don't you just think I'm cool cause I'm in 4th grade and you're only in the baby 3rd grade class."

"Am not!"

"You are!"

"UGH...I'm Steve by the way."

"Eddie."

Middle school

"Steve there's something wrong with me."

"Don't be ridiculous Eddie, whatever it is we'll fix it."

"This can't be fixed."

"Dude just spit it out I won't get mad!"

"Ok...I have a crush...on a boy."

Eddie's eyes are welling up with tears.

"Hey it's ok Eds." Steve walks closer to him, slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

"I won't judge you."

"Really?"

"Yeah! So what if you like boys I'll kick anyone's ass who says anything bad. You're still my best friend that's never going to change." He wraps Eddie up in the tightest hug he can muster.

"I love you Steve."

"I love you too Eds."

Before high school

"I just don't know why you're being like this!"

"What Steve? You can't believe I'm mad at you for blowing me off for your other friends?!"

"I wasn't blowing you off! I had basketball practice! Tommy's mom just drove me home dude it's not as crazy as you think it is."

"Oh really?!"

"Yeah! If anything you're being crazy!"

"Oh! If that's how it's gonna be then we don't need to be friends anymore."

Eddie's stomps off. So angry he doesn't hear Steve calling back out to him. The next time they interact, Tommy is pushing Eddie into a locker.

When Steve called Jonathan Byers a queer he remembers the promise he made to Eddie and promptly throws up afterwards.

When Robin comes out to Steve on the bathroom floor he thinks he has a second chance to prove himself. When she ends up being better than he imagines he is so thankful.

God he misses Eddie.

---

"Me and Stevie boy can pack up the car don't worry munchkins."

The two try to pick everything up but Eddie gets progressively angrier by the second. Steve is trying to figure out why he has personal beef with a cooler.

When they reach the car Eddie tries to shove everything in the trunk but it all falls apart.

"What's wrong."

"Me? Nothing, why?" he hastily folds the towels again, shoving them back in.

"Well...you're all huffy."

He spins around, his face getting closer, red with anger.

"You wanna know what my problem is?! I can't believe you told him that like I was the one to break things off, like you ever missed me, like you never hated me!"

"That's ridiculous! I've never hated you! You hated me!"

"No! You're the one who changed. You made the final decision!"

"Yeah because you pushed me away."

"You didn't fight me on it."

"I fought you everyday. Everyday I thought of you. Everyday with the name calling and the lockers, I was trying to get your attention."

"You think I wasn't? You think I stand on tables for fun?!"

"...it's all been a misunderstanding?"

The two stare at each other not even daring to blink.

"We wasted so much time, we could fix that, that is if you still want me"

"I never went a day without thinking of you."

he gets shy, his face darker than his sunburn.

"I know you've changed, I've dealt with that but a part of me still thinks you hate me. For what I am. What you'll hold against me. I don't know if I can handle being friends with you with that fear in my heart."

"I'd never. Ever. Do anything. Besides," Steve flicks his hair back. "Birds of a feather and all that." The blush on his cheeks is high and getting darker by the second.

"The what?"

"I'm uh kind of bisexual."

"Kind of?"

"Definitely. Definitely bisexual."

"Oh."

"Right um...so you won't have any problems from me. I hope that won't be a problem for you."

"No! Never! I'm just...surprised."

"Yeah you would be," Steve grumbles.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

----

Steve is sleeping in his bed when he feels something wrong. His eyes shoot open and he spots a figure standing over his body.

"Jesus Christ!" He shoots out of bed and is ready to grab his weapon when he registers who's in front of him.

"Eddie?" He says softly. "What're you doing here? You had a gig tonight, how did you get in my house? Why are you in my room-"

"Steve." Eddie's face is golden. The moon is reflecting into his eyes, shining so bright. He looks so happy, like he's going to cry. His smile is so bright.

"Steve. I got it."

"You go it?"

"The record deal. I got it."

Steve runs at him and Eddie catches him. Of course he did. He always will.

"Oh my god oh my god," he mutters into his shoulder. Eddie's arms are squeezing his waist tighter. "I'm so proud of you oh my god."

"Steve. I have to tell you something, that's what I came here to say."

"What's going on Eds? You never sound this serious." Eddie lets go of him and sits him down on the edge of the bed. Eddie lingers closer to the door like he's ready to make an exit.

"The recording studio is in Chicago."

"Oh."

"I leave in a week."

"Oh."

"I want you to go with me."

"What?"

Steve feels confusion run through him but he's not complaining. He'd follow Eddie anywhere.

"Yes! Ok! Let's go!"

Eddie smiles but it looks like it's causing him pain.

"There's a condition to you coming with me." He comes closer to Steve but still keeps his distance. "You need to know the truth before you agree to leave everything behind."

"What's going on Eds?"

"Ever since we were kids I've been in love with you. Big. Gay. Feelings. I want to hold you and kiss you and start a life with you. I know you're bi but that doesn't mean you'd be into me, especially considering our history. I was going to keep it a secret, never tell you, but it's not fair for you to be with me and not know my true intentions. I understand if you don't want to speak to me anymore but I'll do anything to keep our friendship. I've tried to forget you but have you met you? You're unforgettable. You're too damn loveable." He chuckles at that, eyes darting at every corner of the room.

"Eddie..."

"I understand-"

"Come here please."

"Um...no."

"Edddiiie," Steve whines. He stands and grabs Eddie's hands and drags him back to his bed laying him down. He crawls on top of him and tucks his head into Eddie's neck.

"I am very confused right now Steve."

"Thank you for telling me, I understand how scary that can be to share your feelings. The only thing is I can't believe you don't see how I feel!" He props his head up until their noses are touching. "I love you you idiot. I've been in love with you since forever. Of course I want to start a life with you and whatever else you wanted-"

"Kissing. I wanted kissing."

"And you'll get it."

Steve giggles into his mouth and the two kiss for what feels like forever. They finally break apart and keep their foreheads touching.

"So...Chicago?"

"Chicago."

-----

Eddie's suit jacket is grabbed and he's thrown into a bathroom stall.

"Oh my god I can't believe you did that."

"Steve how did you even get back here? Bribed a guard. He knew who I was anyway, congratulated me on having such a loving partner." He ends the sentence smashing their lips together shoving Eddie against the wall.

"Mmm well," Eddie pulls away. "I didn't know the next time I'd win a Grammy I wanted to make it count."

"Eddie you confessed your love for me and came out in your speech that was something...something so special. God all I wanted was to see you, be near you. I couldn't go another second not being by your side."

"A bathroom stall was the closest you could get huh?" He smirks.

Steve smirks, sinking to his knees. "What? It's not good enough for you?"

"Nope! It's perfect! Absolutely perfect sweetheart no complaints here.

----

"You want to marry...me?"

"Yeah baby why wouldn't I?"

"I- I...yes! Ok! Yes!"

----

It ends on a simple hot sunny day

seventy years later

"Hello everyone, my husband lived a long successful life. You may know him as the lead guitarist for the many bands he's been apart of during his long career. You knew him as Eddie Munson rockstar but I knew him as much more. I knew him as my love. My husband. An uncle to our little gremlins little gremlins. A friend to all. A supporter of all. He passed away yesterday from natural causes. I was asked by his Manger how I wanted to handle this and I knew I had to do it."

There are tears in his eyes as he stares down the camera but a small smile on his lips.

"He lives on through our friends and family. Through those who have watched him grow. Through his awards and his fans. Through his charity work. Most importantly he lives through his love. He loved so much. So hard. Everthing had meaning to him. Everything had purpose." He wipes a stray tear away.

"I'll see you soon my love."

The final epilougue is the next day, for the sweethearts could not live long without the other. They had already been making up for the time they did not know each other, for they time they spent ignoring each other. They couldn't spend another minute apart.

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1967 and 2012; photos by Michael Ochs Archives and Leigh-Anne Dennison.

By popular demand, a comprehensive collection of Peter and Michael quotes:

KDWB radio, August 1967

“Michael used to run a hootenanny at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, and so I met him there. But that’s all, just to say hi to, pretty much.” - Peter Tork, GOLD 104.5, 1999

“I have a great deal of respect for Mike as a musician and a songwriter. He’s very good. He could make it on his own easily. Also he’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” - Peter Tork, Flip, August 1967

“Mike’s a song writer, one of the best in the country.” - Peter Tork, The San Francisco Examiner, November 23, 1968

“I remember staying at Mike’s house in Hollywood when we first started filming the series. It was the upper story of a two-story building on a little hillside. Mike’s wife, Phyllis, was wonderful. Mike and I laughed a lot and played music together. I remember that time very fondly.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984)

“Michael was very kind to me at the outset. He put me up through the entire shooting of the pilot process. He and his wife had a wonderful little apartment just big enough for a guest on the day bed, which overlooked Hollywood. I remember a Thanksgiving Day when the air was crystal clear in a way that I’ve never seen it before or since in L.A., and you could see all the way out to Catalina. It was wonderful. That crystal clarity symbolizes the whole era for me. Mike and I wrote a few things together. We were very comradely and very buddy buddy, and it was a wonderful time, with Mike’s then wife, Phyllis, and Christian, their little infant baby. The early days of the pilot shooting were just great by my lights and I had a wonderful time.” - Peter Tork, quoted in Hey, Hey, We’re The Monkees (1996)

“After [Peter] went down for the first interview, I asked how how he felt he did and he said, ‘Well, it looks good. I’ll see how things go.’ And they kept calling him back. He liked Michael Nesmith. That was the first thing that happened.” - Stephen Stills, Tiger Beat, July 1967

(Please read the following quote with a grain of salt. While the author, Glenn A. Baker, interviewed Boyce, among other people, for this book, Boyce’s recollection isn’t, to the best of my knowledge and research, verified by a second first-hand account.)

“I did give Peter a voice audition on Saturday’s Child but I had to finally say, ‘look Pete, I can’t play banjo and you can’t sing. If I played the banjo I’d sound like you singing, I have to erase the tape.’ So Peter left in a huff and came back with Michael, who pulled off his motorcycle helmet, crashed it down onto the console and demanded ‘why don’t you let Peter sing? You guys never let us come to the sessions, it’s just you two with Davy and Micky.’ So I said ‘well that’s the way it should have been in the first place Michael, you know what I mean? You should have stayed with the Randy Sparks Trio.’ In the end we let him do a couple of tracks on his own just to calm the situation down a little.” - Tommy Boyce, Monkeemania: The True Story of The Monkees (1997)

“When I heard that frail banjo over the top of my 12-string [on 'You Told Me'], I thought, ‘Boy, this is good. This is really, really good.’” - Michael Nesmith, YouTube, 2019

“At the Troubadour […], Peter Tork strolled in, banjo on his knee. Later, in-between ‘Alvin’ and a great banjo finger-picker, Peter yelled a hello to Mike Nesmith, who was standing in the upstairs darkness and the two fell into a hilarious patter routine. Peter climbed out long enough to display great talent, great warmth, great humor and, in general, a great personality. Mike did the same when, later, I asked him how the album was coming. ‘Album? Oh, Uh huh. Nice weather, yes? Album’s gonna be good. How are you. Hi, Pete, how’s the album?’” - Ginni Ganahal, TeenSet Magazine, February 1968

Q: “Being that your tastes were similar, and you both were the first to leave the group, why didn’t you form a group with Peter Tork?” Michael Nesmith: “I don’t like Peter Tork — never have liked him, I don’t like him as a man. I have to qualify that now: Me not liking somebody doesn’t mean that they’re bad people — he could do a lot of wonderful things for and to me. Not liking someone to me is a very gut reaction — a very visceral attitude. The first reaction to Peter was one of dislike. I don’t like him, I have never liked him, and I probably will never like him. I didn’t enjoy playing in a band with Peter, and I still don’t. Our tastes were much the same, our political beliefs were similar, our ideas of fun, pleasure, our intellectual capacity, our ability to talk to each other — we were very much alike. I have a great respect for Peter — his technical abilities on an instrument and the positions he took were well conceived ideas, always a posture with a motive, never emotional. I don’t like my mother. She happens to be a very nice lady — never done anything that would make me not like her — but I don’t. I like my wife.” - Hit Parader, February 1972” - Hit Parader, February 1972

“There’s one song ['Come On In'] that Peter Tork sings on that Missing Links album where he sounds absolutely super. He sounds great; he’s right on the button. Sings it good and he wasn’t supposed to be a singer. The other guys were always pushing him out and Mike Nesmith was always sort of like threatening him, putting his fist through the wall doing all this kind of shit. I’m sure Peter could kick his ass if he wanted to, but he never did. Unbelievable.” - Davy Jones, The Monkees Day By Day

Q: “Are you thinking about doing any recording in the near future? An album, perhaps?” Peter Tork: “I’d like to. I haven’t got any way of getting started. If you look around, you’ll see that you’re not exactly sitting in the luxurious mansion that someday who went through the money I did would be expected to be living in. As a matter of fact, I’m living pretty close to the bone right now. I’ve got my picture out in the Hollywood circles, and I’m getting some gigs. I’m thinking about doing some commercials. If I ever get enough money together, I’m going to go into the studio and make enough demos to get an album made. I’ve got some new material I’ve written, like ‘Ladies’ [sic] Baby,’ which would make a good album cut. If worse comes to worst, I’ll just make an album myself.” Q: “Have you considered Michael Nesmith’s Pacific Arts label? Your bass and his lead guitar supplemented one another superbly.” PT: “Michael at that time was somewhat of a reticent fellow. He had a hard time giving anything away, in terms of praise. He’s changed a lot. Before the transformation, he was a pretty begrudging fellow. He was not given to compliments. I have not come to know him very well since his transformation. I was thinking about getting him involved. If I have anything to show him, I’ll definitely get it to him. I hope he’s interested.” - Blitz!, May/June 1980

“Well, I have only the vaguest memory of coming close to recording for Michael’s label. I actually believe that nothing whatever was ever done. I’m not even sure I laid down a single track. Your letter reminds me that there was some indication of a potential project, but I think that’s about as far as it went. I have no direct info about Geffen’s dumping Michael’s label. He himself might be a better source. Check out his website, videoranch.com. Thanks for asking. Take care. Peter” - Ask Peter Tork, The Daily Panic, 2008

“Michael’s in a force field of his own and not much gets in there.” - Peter Tork, TV Guide, June 2000

“I still have a lot of respect for Michael.” - Peter Tork, WDBB, February 2006

"I have a lot of respect for Mike Nesmith and we’ve structured ways to work together." - Peter Tork, Phawker, circa 2012; re-published 2019

“You should’ve heard Mike singing some of those old Jimmie Rodgers The Singing Brakeman songs. He was so good, that stuff was just — you know, that stuff just warmed the cockles of my heart, you know. He could just do that stuff all day long. Just — I could just sit at his feet and listen to that for hours.” - Peter Tork, WHNN-FM, 2012

“Well, I’ve never been really close with Michael [Nesmith] for some reason. You know, I have a lot of respect for him and admiration. But somehow we’ve never integrated. We’ve never been warm with each other. We worked together and did pretty well at it really." - Peter Tork, Clevescene, March 13, 2017

“There are two common and, to me, repugnant notions about the Monkees. Number one, that I was the only one who had any talent, which is patently absurd. It’s as unfair and as unkind as it is stupid. The other one is that I was the only musician. I wasn’t the only musician and I wasn’t much of a musician. Peter was a much more skillful player than I was by some orders of magnitude. He wasn’t a singer nor was he a writer. What I was able to do was write tunes — I could sort of pull those out of a ht. But they weren’t very good, were they? I mean, they were the tunes that were on the show from time to time, so that’s what made the, seem better than they were.” - Michael Nesmith, Monkees Tale (1985)

“Everyone was accomplished—the notion I was the only musician is one of those rumors that got started and won’t stop—but it was not true. Peter was a more accomplished player than I by an order of magnitude, Micky and Davy played and sang and danced and understood music.” - Michael Nesmith, Rolling Stone, March 8, 2012

"There really couldn't be two more incompatible characters. Mike is pragmatic, Peter is ethereal. Peter is laid-back, Mike is impatient. Mike is oil, Peter is water." - Micky Dolenz, I'm A Believer: My Life of Monkees, Music, and Madness (1993)

"I will miss him — a brother in arms. Take flight my Brother." - Michael Nesmith, Facebook, February 2019 Q: "You were talking to the press in Australia a few months back and you said something about Peter Tork that surprised a lot of fans. You said, 'I never liked Peter and Peter never liked me.' I’d never heard that before." Michael Nesmith: "It was something that was known on the set [of the Monkees’ TV show]. They knew Pete and I went our own ways. This wasn’t a dislike of someone who had committed some infraction against me or some sort of crime. It was just, 'Oh, this guy eats those little noodles and I don’t like ’em and I can’t eat with the guy.' It was kind of an off-putting thing. It was, 'Oh, he likes to play paintball and I don’t like to play paintball.' So we never played paintball, but every once in a while we’d find ourselves in the same paintball park because we owned it, so we had to keep it clean and do all the stuff we had to do and we did do it. We didn’t have too many civil words to say to each other, but we also didn’t fight all the time. We just didn’t say much. There wasn’t a lot to say. Peter would play me the songs that he thought were good and I didn’t. And I would play him the songs I thought were good and he wouldn’t. Then we just left it at that. Partners in silence." - Rolling Stone, December 3, 2019

Australian TV interview, 2019

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omg K congrats on the 3.5k!! that's amazing babes and im so happy for you!! I hope i didn't miss this but if I did please ignore this ask 💕 could you do "are you happy right now?" 8 in 5 (in case i messed up the sentence) with arthur?? maybe a cute fluffy one? or a slight angst? it could go either way so do whatever you want is right for the prompt! I didn't see him with this prompt on the list but if it was lemme know and i can change my prompt. congrats again!! ✨️🎉

Thanks so much for sending this in, Jay @anotherblinder ! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write! I’m happy that I’m able to end this celebration off with some Arthur after not writing him for a bit. I decided to go with fluffy for this one. I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)

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Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Can’t Think of a Happier Moment

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy

Word Count: 728

Summary: Arthur finally manages to clearly communicate his emotions in the moment where it’s needed most.

Arthur was able to see it in her eyes the second she came to a stop in front of him. She’d asked him to be home when she got back and he made sure of it, not caring if it meant leaving the Garrison before Tommy even got there. His brother would understand. His wife came first.

“Alright, what is it?” he asked, wanting to get right into what she wanted to tell him.

“What is what?” she responded with her own question.

“Why’d ya call me home? Got something to tell me?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Bold of you to assume such a thing, Arthur Shelby,” she couldn’t help but giggle, “maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed in an instant. That surely couldn’t have been the only reason she pulled him away from the Garrison, from business, right? “I love ya, darlin’, and I love spending time with you, but couldn’t that have waited until after I finished what I was doin’ at the Garrison?” he came out and asked, not yet sure if doing so would equate to stepping on a bear trap.

And (Y/N) could have made it into one. But she didn’t. She was too excited at the moment and actually did have some news to share with him. “I was over at Pol’s when I called…” she began. Arthur nodded, showing her that he was listening and that she could continue. “She’d just told me something, and I could have shared it on the phone, but I decided that telling you in person would be better.”

“And what is that?” he asked after a few moments had passed and she hadn’t shared anything else.

“You know that Polly’s got a gift, right?” she started off with another question.

“She’s got many,” he agreed.

“Well she told me something…” At this point, (Y/N) herself wasn’t sure why she was continuing to beat around the bush on this. He was clearly invested in the conversation. Hell, he’d skipped out on his brother because she told him that she had something to tell him. Hanging onto the secret just built up the excitement inside of her even more. She hoped he’d feel the same.

“What’d she tell you, love?”

“She told me that…that you and I…” she paused, taking a deep breath as her smile grew, “we’re gonna have a baby, Arthur.”

At first Arthur just blinked. It took a few moments for the information to settle in; for it to actually click in his mind. And when it did, a tidal wave of words came tumbling out of his mouth. “She said that…she, she thought that, no, she knew that you were…that we’re going to…holy shit, you’re, you’re pregnant, (Y/N).”

“I am,” she nodded, speaking in a soft voice.

“Holy fucking shit,” he breathed, talking to himself more than anything. There was a whole flurry of different emotions coursing through him at the moment. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, taking a pause to collect himself before looking up again. His eyes immediately found hers, and he couldn’t help but let a smile form on his face. He tipped his head slightly, his heart hammering in his chest. “Pregnant,” he breathed again.

“Yes,” (Y/N) response came in a similar tone, tears welling up in her eyes. “Are you happy right now?” she just had to ask him, wanting to know if he was feeling the same excitement that she was.

“I can’t think of a happier moment in my life, love,” he wasted no time in telling her, his smile growing. (Y/N) noticed that his eyes were practically twinkling. He held her gaze for a moment before his eyes dropped to her stomach. No bump was present, but he knew that his child was there. “Can I?” he asked her then, his hands inching closer to her frame.

“Yes, Arthur,” she couldn’t help but softly laugh at his hesitance. Her heart swelled with love as he let out a soft chuckle and placed his hands against her stomach, gently caressing it.

“Our baby…” he trailed off, looking back up at her again.

“Our baby,” she affirmed, lifting one of her hands to rest against his neck before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

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tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tiltingheartand, thank you! from an almost finished Tommy POV

They go surfing. Well, Evan surfs, and Tommy just kind of chills from the beach and gets a nice tan. It’s fun to watch Evan show off. He’s still baby deer nervous sometimes with Tommy, like he’s relearning how to walk, or like Tommy is the proctor of a Good Bisexual test, and Evan’s trying a little too hard to pass. But on the water it all fades away as all the overthinking he does melts off him, riding down the line.

He comes out of the water goofy on endorphins after a few waves and collapses cold and wet from the ocean on Tommy, who is warm and dry on his towel, smothering him with a kiss.

“You sure you don’t want a lesson? I’ve been told I’m a very capable teacher,” Evan says, voice dripping suggestively. “Worked my way up and down a few coastlines, you know.”

Tommy likes this side of Evan when Evan lets it out. Maybe they need to go to the beach more, even if he doesn’t really care about getting in the water. “Nah, I’d be shark bait out there.”

Evan rolls his eyes and zips open his wetsuit, peeling it off so the arms hang loose at his hips. “Chances of a shark attack are less than one in three million. You have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning.”

“Should I be worried about you then?” One of the first things Tommy learned about Evan before he really knew him was that the kid was kind of a disaster magnet. What’s the probability of being bitten by a shark when you’ve already been struck by lightning?

“You don’t need to worry about me, not out there anyway,” Evan says with a gentle tilt of his head toward the ocean. He’s delusional. Tommy likes him so much. “Kind of feel like you might have jinxed a second ride out today though. Wanna get lunch instead?”

They wind up at the good kind of greasy seaside bar. Tommy gets the fish tacos that came recommended, but Evan is making love to an oyster po’ boy with his mouth.

“You know,” Evan says, licking at the mayo clinging to the corner of his lips, “I totally fell for the idea of being a pick up artist when I heard about it in high school. Always tried finding new ways to get with girls. I read up on aphrodisiacs once.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Evan Buckley?” Tommy asks wryly, staring at the half-chewed fried oyster hanging out of his sandwich.

“Nah, turns out it’s all bullshit. Found that out after I took my prom date to this seafood place and ordered us a dozen raw in the half shell thinking maybe I’d get lucky. I looked up at her after slurping down three of them, and you should’ve seen the look on her face. I thought she was gonna puke.”

Tommy snorts the sip of water he was taking back out onto the bar.

“The only natural aphrodisiac I can think of that isn’t like”—Evan lifts his own beer—“or a party drug is ambergris, which is kind of like whale shit, but not really. It’s illegal in the states though.”

“Evan, I’m eating,” Tommy says, but he’s laughing.

Evan, oblivious, continues, “They say it smells like shit on its own too, but something about it has them putting it in perfumes. I can’t remember what. Can you imagine if I showed up caked in whale shit for a date though?”

Tommy looks at him and Evan stares back, smile half-knowing and all hopeful, waiting for anything Tommy is willing to give him.

Just for that, Tommy doesn’t call bullshit. He says, “You think you’re hilarious,” and Evan shrugs, happily taking another bite of his po’ boy.

tagging: @thekookster @plethoriall @marmolita @al-the-remix @rcmclachlan

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Call me cupid part 3 ( Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Sunshine ex shows up leading to sunshine feeling the barrel of his gun and Joel praying another person he loved not to be taken from him especially when he never got the chance to tell her how he truly feels

Age gap ( reader is 24 while joel in his 40s) , little angst , fluffy fluff  , violence but it apocalypse baby , joel channeling his inner hulk

She felt it , not just the cold barrell in her back , now she  could feel their worry , the fear that filled the room and how they waited on baited breathes .

" Now come don't be stupid like you usually are you can see if you hurt me , ya'll ain't making it out alive" she hissed only getting him to push the gun harder on her skin .

" i'll tell you this you let her go and that be end of it you get one chance to walk out here" tommy reasoned .

" And if i don't " she couldn't help squeeze her eyes tightly knowing he'd give anything just to hurt her .

" then i will make sure of it you feel every ounce of pain a human being can feel then , i'll feed you alive to the infected " joel growled.

" hey there well look at you , why don't we get to know each other " the woman purred.

" he doesn't want your crusty dusty bits lady " ellie yelled.

" i suggest you put that gun down fuckface or these nice people will show you how much they really deal with the likes of you " she growled hand reaching into her belt . while her ex was looking at the town folk pulled out their own weapons she felt the hilt of her hunting knife .

" Might take you with me baby be like old times" he kissed her cheek ignoring the woman he was with scoff .

" i'd drink acid like it was water then do a stupid thing like that  " she huffed pulling the knife out and driving it backward into his leg and  knocking him back while he dropped the gun . Just as Ellie went to dive for for it the woman ran at her making sunshine drag the woman back by the hair , holding her  back til she heard it . Then she felt it  the burning sensation followed by the warm liquid pouring  out her stomach .

"now look what you did , i told you  she useless " her ex smirked going to shoot again only for tommy to crack him in the back of the head .

" tommy check the perimeter there not going to be alone , raiders " she grasped her lower stomach hitting the floor .

" we got it and them, get her" tommy called sending joel into action .

" come on i got you " he lifted her up heart breaking at her screams .

" bring her clinic " he didn't even care to look up eyes focus on her face racing to where he needed to get her then to listen to doc .

" now sweetheart i know it's hard but you gotta keep those pretty eyes of your open  ok " he pleaded .

" i bet you say that to all the ladies joel miller " she laughed coughing mid sentence blood spilling from her lip. He didn't know if she cut it or something worse .

" Nah you little shit i can't lose you , not when i finally grew the balls to tell you how i feel so you keep those eyes open ok and stay with me  " he ran faster seeing her fighting it .

" And ... and those feeling you wanna tell me? " she asked fear laced in her features like it was last time she was going to see his face . Almost polarising his features burning them to her mind and heart .

" Well you get through this like i know you will and i'll tell you how much i love you and how much this town needs sunshine ok, I was gonna talk to you darling tell you but no you had to be hero huh? " he felt the tears falling down his own cheeks.

" well then i can't wait to .. " he felt it her voice dropped completely and eyes closing as he ran faster than he did in his life willing her to wake with all his might til he was pushed out of the room history repeating in such sick cruel way . he felt the anger rise like the wrath of hell was opening in him . charging past as tommy and few men held the animal she had for an ex, the bastard whining about his leg . not a word was said when joel's fist cracked the mans jaw nor could he hear the shouts of his brother . Too blind to his own rage as he kept hitting the man harder and harder . nothing was stopping him even when his own knuckles spilt  til he hear heard her screams coming from the clinic .

" joel she's needs you " ellie shouted seeing a bit of clarity when he stood from the groaning man. " she scared and she needs you " ellie repeated .

" deal with um " was all he growled before heading back in the clinic blood dripping down his knuckles first he heard her whimpers then he heard her screams again  sending him into the room faster than he ever moved .

" i need you distract her some how, bullets in there" Doc yelled .

" hey sunshine look at me , come on good girl you need to look at me let em get it out " he held her down and nodding when  another few blood curdling screams and the bullets was out .

" just keep her still its a clean shot , doesn't look like it hit anything but it's more waiting game now " .

" did they check the premiteres " she sobbed weak and colour draining from her face more as time passed .

" hey don't worry about anything or one but yourself ok " he rubbed her forehead .

" here bite this " she felt the wood in between her teeth , muffling most of her screams as the doc began suturing the wound closed before she was out cold . it all felt like an eternity hell it could of been minutes or seconds for all he cared .

" she needs bed rest be safer to move her home then leaving her here some others  got injured so i need the space too , let me check your hand before you go " .

" ellie get the door " was all he said before carrying her out and back to his house for all he cared this was her home now .

first few days he barely moved from her bedside , ellie brought their food back then by the fifth day she awoke groaning and wincing sending him to his feet.

" You better not been sleeping on that damned sofa " she croaked.

" nah he's been either sleeping on that chair or the floor " ellie smiled seeing her eyes opening fully .

" did they check the land around  " she asked softly trying to sit up and thank joel for cup of water clearly the dryness in her throat .

" yeah they got the bastards hiding that was few days ago honey" he rubbed her head softly.

" tommy and maria told me to keep them updated so i'll get to that " ellie stood unsurely before rushing over and hugging the woman tightly.

" easy she's still recovering " joel hissed .

" leave her, hey darling girl i told you i wasn't going anywhere and I'm not breaking my word i love you too much  " was all sunshine said wrapping her own weak arm around the girl feeling her sobs vibrate through her.

" ok ok i'm going now and i love you too i guess   " she sniffled wiping her face.

" well i'll be here when you get back , can't get rid of me that easy " she smiled softly as ellie left

" you scared me you little shit " he sighed pressing his forehead against hers .

"i scared me but i couldn't  let that whore attack ellie or prick could of hurt you or ellie hell even tommy I'd never let that happen whether it get me in this situation or not " she felt her tears welling up .

" well no more hero act i can't lose you when i barely even got you , i do have you right? " his eyes showing nothing but love and awe as the worry and fear washed away.

" giving that you love me?" it wasn't suppose to come out like a question but she wanted to make sure she actually heard it and wasn't some hallucination due to her injuries or some sort of fever dream .

" giving that i love you "he confirmed now he look scared ,more scared than he ever been in his life never thinking he would find himself feeling this way . Falling in love again it was a dream come true and she was still here .

" if it helps old man i love you too " she smiled pressing into him leaning up and connecting her lips with his . she didn't even care her side was screaming burn pain when she pulled him deeper into the kiss . she needed him more than she needed oxygen . he needed her just the same , the feeling of finally having her in such away made his nerves come alive , though he held back so much still conscious of the state she was in .

" hey im no doctor but you ain't in any condition to be doing shit like that now apart before i put a hose on you two " she couldn't help the giggle at the younger miller pulling away her cheeks red as she looked to the visitors .

" they weren't as far as i thought " Ellie snorted .

" anymore ex's i need to hunt down " tommy teased yet she was happy for it all , happy she was here to see them all .

" you're still an ass , that's why your not my favourite miller " she rolled her eyes . " but no it was one ex " she almost whispered.

" hey her cheeks flushing is a good sign right" tommy continued his teasing as her cheek felt on fire hiding her head in joels neck .

" someone hit him for me " she whined as maria slapped him back of the head with a laugh. " thank you " she smiled.

" oh last of your stuff in down stairs by the way , joel figures since your going to be recovering here , it was safer to keep them here , i got your old mans knife cleaned and sharpened it for you " .

" you mean i did " maria rolled her eyes at her husband .

" i'm trying to be her favourite here" he laughed. " seriously how you feeling sunshine " he asked softly .

" like i got shot but yet luckiest girl ever" lay her head on joels shoulder.

" we found some pain relief we spilt it between you and maria when she does eventually pop " he smiled handing the small bottle to his brother .

" thank you , still not my favourite even if you give me drugs " she smirked as he shook his head laughing .

" well i ain't sticking my tongue in your throat to be your favourite miller now" .

" ellies my favourite miller excuse you " she shrugged making the girl eyes light up .

" i don't disagree with that choice one bit once i'm your second " joel smiled softly kissing her lips softly . finally having his sunshine back making his world bright again .

" hey guys" ellie called making them all look up to the beaming teenager . " can call me cupid from now on " she winked.

[jeridandridge]

Summer Lovin

Sophia spends a long weekend away with the Schemmenti family.

At the beginning of July Melissa drives with the windows down and her hand on Sophia’s leg as they leave the city for highway and eventually the country side for a week away with a good chunk of the Schemmenti family.

“We better get there before Tommy. I aint sleeping across the hall from the kids again.” Melissa huffs making Sophia laugh.

“It’s not even eight o’clock yet, baby. I think we’ll beat him there.”

Getting to the little town just after eleven Sophia looks out the window taking a deep breath of the air, the smell of firewood and the lake filling her with excitement. Having been with Melissa for a little over a year, the redhead decided it was time for Sophia to really bond with the family despite the family being, well, them.

“Mel, itll be a great week.” Sophia flashes her girlfriend a smile. She was a little nervous, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Pulling up the gravel drive way to the house, a single car belonging to Kristen Marie.

“Even with the wicked witch of the east coast already here?” Melissa quirks a brow leaning over the center console towards her girlfriend.

Leaning in with a hum Sophia kisses her softly. “Even then. Besides I think she secretly likes me. C’mon, let’s unload.” She hops out excited to get settled inside.

As the two grab their bags out of the trunk the blonde Schemmenti comes out to the large wrap around porch with a wine glass in hand already.

“Look who showed up!” She calls out from the door, “Ginger and the pipsqueak.”

Sophia rolls her eyes looking up to the porch with a smirk as they walk up the gravel. “Hey it ain’t five o’clock yet put the bottle down before we call for help!”

“‘Lissa this one needs to be put on a leash.”

Going up the steps Sophia nudges the door open with her foot as she carries all the bags in. “Kristen Marie if your sister wants to tie me up it’ll be in our bedroom.”

Melissa lets out a cackle following her girlfriend into the house with her hand on her lower back, always amused by the banter she could handle from Kristen Marie.

After picking a room on the second floor and unpacking Sophia plops down on their bed while Melissa changes into a sun dress. Laying there on the comfortable bed with a warm breeze coming through the window blue eyes can’t move from milky skin and beautiful curves.

“You’re gorgeous you know that?”

Adjusting the bra straps on her shoulders Melissa bends over leaning in to kiss her girlfriend. “You’ve told me a few times.”

“Just making sure.” Sophia gives her a goofy grin reaching up to run her thumb over rosy pink lips.

“Aunt Mel! Sophia!” A little voice calls out as feet get closer and closer to the door.

With a wink Sophia gets up allowing Melissa time to fix her dress before she opens the door. “Is that my Valentino?!” Sophia beams crouching down, all but being barreled over by Melissa’s youngest nephew as he runs to her in a hug.

“Sophia! We gonna swim and make smores!” The seven year old hugs her neck tightly. Clad in his spider-man swim shorts and a white tank top he’s ready for the weekend.

“Yeah we are, monkey! And Aunt Mel brought water guns.” She playfully tickles his sides.

The little boy laughs letting go of Sophia to rush over to his aunt wrapping himself around her. “Aunt Mel! I see you and Sophia aaaaall weekend?” He drags out the word.

“Yeah, sweet boy.” She laughs kissing his head. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“V, let’s go downstairs and see who else is here.” Sophia suggests holding her hand out to the little boy.

As Valentino takes her hand he holds the other up for Melissa hopping as they walk out to the hall, Melissa smiling at her girlfriend. Sophia is always good with the kids, able to be goofy with them and have fun but also correct them if she needs to and Melissa adores her for it.

Hours later while the smell of the grill fills the air out back and the entire Schemmenti family is around, Sophia and Melissa play cornhole against uncle Tommy and his son Anthony. Standing there waiting for her turn to throw Sophia takes a moment to enjoy the the warmth she feels from the inside and out seeing the kids swimming in the lake, jumping off the dock, and most importantly Melissa completely relaxed and happy.

“Tesoro, your throw.” Melissa chuckles snapping the brunette out of her daydream across the grass.

“Don’t fuck it up!” Anthony calls out from the other side of the boards.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth, Anthony?” Sophia quirks a brow throwing the small bean bag, it landing with a ‘swish’ in the hole.

“That’s my girl!” Melissa beams jumping and whooping at the winning toss.

Across the lawn standing next to Uncle Tommy Sophia blows her girlfriend a kiss. “Best two out of three?”

Later in the night, the fire pit is ablaze and the kids make smores while the older kids take the boat out. Sitting beside Melissa with a beer bottle in hand Sophia eyes the group chuckling when she sees Melissa’s little brother.

“Lost my wife and my dog.” He gestures out to the boat taking a seat on one of the folding chairs.

Gently squeezing Melissa’s hand Sophia chuckles into her bottle. “Sounds like a country song, buddy.”

The younger Schemmenti sibling lets out a laugh leaning back in the chair.

“Melissa, I like this one.” He points at the brunette.

Melissa grins keeping her fingers entwined with Sophia’s. “Yeah, she’s alright I guess.” She hums leaning over to kiss her cheek. “She even keeps up with Kristen Marie.”

“What about Kristen Marie?” The blonde woman appears behind the couple, making Sophia jump.

“Jesus Christ, we need to put a bell on you.” Sophia all but jumps from the bench at the sudden presence.

“You couldn’t sense a disturbance in the force?” Melissa rolls her eyes as the blonde takes a seat across from them.

“You love me, ‘Lissa.” The younger sister teases.

“Yeah yeah,” Melissa groans standing up, holding her hand out to Sophia. “Come with me.”

Taking another swig of her beer Sophia leaves it on the bench happily taking her girlfriend’s hand following her. Feeling the grass between her toes she takes in a deep breath of the night air.

“It’s beautiful here, baby. Thank you for bringing me.”

Melissa keeps walking, eventually leading the younger woman out to the moonlit dock. Wrapping her arms loosely around her loves neck she brings them to a slow sway.

“Romantic, Schemmenti.” Sophia grins wrapping her arms around the shorter woman’s waist.

“It’s kinda my job to keep you happy.” She beams as the two sway in the moonlight.

“You make me incredibly happy, baby.”

Dancing on the dock Sophia keeps a hand on her waist, the other reaching for Melissa’s to spin her out, making Melissa giggle and she spins back into her girlfriend.

Down the dock near the fire pit, Shamus nudges Kristen Marie nodding to the couple.

“What do you think? Do we bug Melly to keep the girl around?”

Kristen looks to the couple with a small smirk, secretly very happy for her sister.

“Yeah we can do that.”

[babygirl-diaz]

I Take My Whiskey Neat (OOC BuckTommy Mafia AU)

Buck waltzed through his bar with his henchmen right behind him and immediately spotted his boyfriend at the bar talking to some guy. The guy was taller than both of them, had neck length brown hair, but was a bit lanky and not built like a truck like either of them. Buck shifted his attention to Tommy who was laughing at something the brown haired man said. Buck saw red when the man’s hand went on Tommy’s shoulder. Buck stalked his way over to the two of them, like he was a predator approaching his prey.

“Can I help you?” The man asked when Buck was close enough.

Tommy looked over his shoulder and a small smirk twitched on the edges of his lips. “Oh hello, Evan,” he said knowing exactly what he was doing.

Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy’s waist and pulled him close to his side. “Who’s your friend, sweetheart?”

The brown haired man’s eyes brows shot up. “Is tbis your boyfriend?” He asked

“Fiancé,” Buck corrected him, keeping his voice low and dangerous.

“Oh baby, don’t lie to Jared. We’re far from engaged,” Tommy told him and the sly smile still played on his lips.

“So what do you do, Jared?” Buck asked

“Don’t have to do anything,” Jared replied. “My Dad’s rich enough that I can live comfortably.”

And that right there made Buck’s blood boil even more. “Who’s your Dad again?”

“Dean Burton,” Jared replied.

Buck’s eyes narrowed as he watched the other man. So he wasn’t just flirting with Buck’s boyfriend. He was also the son of Buck’s biggest rival. Buck’s grip tightened on Tommy’s waist. Tommy seemed to sense what Buck was thinking and he looked over at him; the smirk was now replaced with worry. “Evan…” he said as a warning.

But Buck wasn’t one to listen. He snapped his fingers behind him and called his henchmen. “Fellas, show Jared here what around the place please,” he said with his voice as sweet as sugar.

“I don’t need to see the place,” Jared replied.

“Oh, but you do,” Buck replied and his henchmen stepped close and took each of Jared’s arm and dragged him out of the place.

“Evan, what are you gonna do to him?” Tommy asked worried.

“No need to worry that pretty little head of yours, darling. I got this,” Buck replied pulling him closer.

“I was just messing with you, you know?” Tommy asked. “I didn’t realize you were going to hurt Jared.”

Buck shrugged. “He shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.”

“If you’re so possessive then why don’t you just put a ring on me?” Tommy huffed.

“Oh yeah?” Now it was Buck’s turn to smirk. “Where?”

Tommy rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Buck’s neck. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Marry me?” Buck asked.

“Buy me a big diamond and then we can talk about it,” Tommy replied.

[milla-frenchy]

Roads part 2

2k1 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: your relationship with Joel is evolving and he gets possessive over you. Warnings: 18+ mdni. light stalking, dirty talk, possessivness, unprotected piv, creampie, cum play, light cum eating a/n: a huge thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing❤️❤️😘 Playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 1

Joel and you had seen each other several times after that first night, his place or yours. You fucked a lot, and talked almost as much. You liked his calm and measured demeanor. That stoic side that nothing could shake. You loved the way he fucked you, how he made you cum so easily, every time. And… his dirty talk. "You have that in you", he told you that first night. How did he know ?

Everything was fluid between you, and you didn't want to add pressure by talking about your relationship with other people, Tommy included.

That evening, the four of you had dinner at the restaurant. Maria, Tommy's fiancée, was present.

Tommy asked if you had any news of Stefan, your ex boyfriend, Maria chuckled and looked at you "he's worst than your father". Tommy rolled his eyes, raised his hands in apology, and said : "just wondering if we might hear his name again."

"You're the one talking about him!" You replied, gently mocking. "He called me last week. We had nothing to say to each other, that was it."

Tommy grumbled when he heard your answer, which made you laugh, and then you looked at Maria. She was looking at Joel. As you turned your gaze to him, you saw that his eyes were on you. He was smiling, half turned towards you, one hand resting on the back of your chair. His grin was more feline than friendly.

You looked at Maria again and you realized that she knew. You took a sip of your drink and the evening continued until everyone got back in their cars to go home.

You were at your door unlocking it when Joel appeared. Apparently he had been waiting for you in a dark corner of your porch.

"Hey sweetheart..."

"Fuck Joel. You scared the shit outta me."

"Surprised to see me? Waiting for someone else?"

"Who knows…" you answered, teasing him.

Barely in the entrance, he pushed the door behind you and pinned you against it. He kissed you, put his hands on your cheeks, his tongue quickly entered your mouth and mingled with yours. You were still kissing each other, when his hands found your breasts. You could feel your urge rising in your lower belly. He turned you against the door, pressed his torso against you, kissed your cheek and bit your ear softly, one hand in your hair. You felt his huge bulge against your ass.

He pulled up your dress and pulled down your panties, then slipped his jeans and boxers mid-thigh. He slid his hand against your already wet pussy.

“You're drippin' baby... Want my cock so much?”

"As much as you wanna fuck my pussy, considering the wood I feel against my ass"

"You're damn right, sweetheart."

He took his shaft in his hand, slipped into you and bottomed out in one go. You moaned and it took a few moments for you to get used to its girth.

"So you got your ex-boyfriend on the phone?" he said, hands on your hips, his gaze fixed on his cock coming in and out of you.

"Too busy taking my cock to answer me properly? Oh baby..."

He was fucking you fast against the door and he placed his hand against your pussy. His index finger rubbed your clit, circling it.

“You're such a good slut for me, lettin' me fuck you against the damn door."

You moaned, then said "are you jealous, Miller?"

“Just like seein' you stretchin' on my fat cock. I'm gonna ruin you baby, so much that you'll never want a cock as much as you want mine.”

You grinned, but he couldn't notice it, behind your back.

"Are you planning to see him again?"

"No fuck… I don't."

He brought his torso closer to your back, his thrusts went slower, but more powerful. He was fucking you deeper and murmured in your ear, with a low voice :

"Good, because I don't plan on stopping fucking this pussy. And I’m not into sharing. I don't like anyone touching what's mine. At the restaurant I had to resist the idea of taking you to the bathroom and making you suck my cock in there. So that you understand who you belong to."

Between his finger, his cock and his words, you came instantly.

"Oh, you like that baby? Like to know you're mine?"

"Shit… Yeah… Yes. I like that"

"Say it then. Say you're mine."

You didn't answer. Too surprised to hear him say those words to you, to hear him say what he wanted, implicitly. He grabbed your hair in his fist and pulled.

"Answer me when I ask you a fuckin' question. Tell me who you belong to baby. Say my name. Say my fucking name.”

“Y... Yours... Fuck... Yours, Joel.”

"C’mere."

He turned you around in front of him, took off your dress and panties. He lifted you up and held you against him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rushed to grab his cock to impale yourself on it. It sank so deep into you that you groaned, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and buried your face in his neck. You groaned in the hollow of his ear.

He pinned you to the door and continued fucking you. You heard him say, more to himself than to you, "Want more… Wanna feel you more." You felt like your mind was getting lost in the desire you had for him. You were craving him. You wanted more too. But how do you give him more when you were already there, impaled on his dick and he was deep inside you?

You bit his shoulder and he groaned. He stopped his movements.

"No please... Don't stop."

"Don't wanna come. Not yet."

He buried his head in your neck and breathed hard. He said "baby" and put a hand against your cheek. It didn't look like the other times you had sex.

After a few seconds he carried you to the dining room table. Your ass was on the edge. He started pounding you again, standing in front of the table, you still had your arms around his shoulders, his big hands resting against your back. You were overwhelmed by your feelings. You wanted more. Increasingly. You lay against the table and let your hands rest on either side of your head. His hips strokes almost made your head hang from the table every time he sank into you. Eyes closed, you brought your index and middle fingers to your mouth to lick them, then you pressed them against your clit and started rubbing it. He was captivated by the vision of you, lying on the table, your breasts bouncing with each stroke, his hands on your waist, your legs wide apart on either side of his thighs. He paused for a few moments.

"Fuck baby..." He went back and forth but he knew he wasn't going to last long.

"Make yourself come. With your fingers. Lemme… lemme look at you, I wanna feel you squeezin’ me."

A moan escaped your lips and you felt it coming.

"I'm gonna cum Joel... Please don't stop. I'm gonna... Oh my god. I... I want you to fill me up while I cum. Please..."

"Come on baby I got ya… gonna fill you up."

You came and he followed you immediately, sending long hot squirts deep into your pussy. Your walls were flattering around him, milking his cock off the last drop. He pulled out and looked at his cum dripping from your pussy. He slid his fingers against your stretched hole, to gather the mix of your wetness and his cum, and he spread all of it on his still hard cock. He put his fingers in his mouth and licked off what was left on it, stared them with you and sank into you one last time, his hands on your hips as leverage, sliding your juices deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, staying inside. He kissed your neck. You hugged him and gripped his curls tightly. Both of you were breathing hard. You resisted the urge to offer to stay with you that night, not wanting to ask too much and cross one of his limits.

The next morning, you heard a knock on your door while you were having your coffee. Tommy was there.

"Hi beauty, have some coffee for me?"

"Hi handsome, of course, come on in"

He sat at the kitchen table while you served him a cup.

"Listen... I'm not sure how to approach the subject and it's none of my business i guess, but Maria told me somethin’ and I thought maybe we'd talk about it?"

You sighed and stood up to look out the window.

"You know you look out the window every damn time you're embarrassed by a situation?"

You looked at him annoyed and then you softened. It was Tommy, your friend. He was worried about you, even though you didn't know exactly why at the moment. "Joel and I have been seeing each other since the gala"

"What? That was over a month ago... Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed again. "Because I didn't want it to make a big deal. Because I wanted it to stay between him and me. Because it's none of your business?" You bit your lip and instantly regretted your last sentence.

He stared at you for a long time, without answering. You couldn't decipher his look.

"Listen... I'm glad you're not with that asshole anymore. Really. But Joel?"

"What about Joel?"

"Joel is... He doesn't do relationships. Not serious ones I mean.” He sighed. "I saw him with some of his girlfriends and he doesn't get involved. He's a fucking wolf. I don't want you to suffer."

"I won't suffer. It's me. The girl who always gets tired of her boyfriends. The one who never gets attached. Or when she does, it doesn't last long."

He looked at you for a long time again, before answering.

"I know what you have inside you. The two of you... it's like mixing a match with gasoline. And I have a fucking feeling that hurts my heart."

"I can handle Joel"

"Can you handle yourself?"

You felt your anger rising. "I can't believe you're telling me something like that. Stop patronizing me."

"Calm down, and think seriously about what I'm telling you. Can you handle him, while you're working together? I've never seen him open up to anyone? Interested in someone? Give all of him to someone?" He looked at you, you had your gaze lowered to the ground. Then he slumped against the back of his chair. “Fuck. Too late, isn't it? You already have feelings for him.”

You stood up and said, "I need to get ready for work. See you there ok?"

He sighed and came up to hug you. "Don't want you to suffer, honey, that's all. And I don't wanna fight with him. Sure he'd beat my ass." You laughed.

"I'm here if you need me. Always, ok?" You nodded as you nestled in his arms.

After he left, you thought back to the evening before. To the closeness shared with Joel. Were you wrong? Did that possessiveness exist only in the moment? Your heart sank, you knew Tommy was right about your feelings. Those last weeks, Joel had brought out emotions buried deep inside you. Emotions which you were afraid to feel. You wondered what price you would have to pay, when you had never given yourself entirely to someone. Body, soul and heart.

And you told yourself that no matter what, you wouldn't stop yourself with Joel. Rather feel fully than return to lukewarmness. Whatever the cost, you were ready to be consumed by it.

After leaving your house, Tommy went to pick up Joel.

"You and her, huh?"

Joel didn't answer.

"I care about her, Joel. A lot. You know that, and you still began seeing her. Be careful with her."

"Not your damn business," Joel grumbled.

Tommy shook his head and the ride continued in silence.

Part 3

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BROO I saw you want to write MCR fics can you please do anything involving the Danger Days characters x reader?? I'd be so happy if you did<3

Girl - Party Poison x Reader

Warnings: bit of angst lol

Word Count: 1853

A/N: Hello! I wrote this last year and thought I'd revive it so hopefully this is decent :) Enjoy! Hopefully you'll request something else :)

“What time did Dr. D’s broadcast start again?” Fun Ghoul shouted from outside the diner. He had been out there for nearly an hour, working on the Trans-AM—our car.

“7:30,” I called back. “Party’s out with Jet getting the bonfire set up. The Girl’s taking a nap, but she’s bringing the radio.” Kobra and I had been sitting inside the diner at one of our favorite tables, sketching in the notebook we bought last week from Tommy Chow Mein.

“You know, the Girl thinks you don’t like her,” Kobra mentioned as he sketched a draculoid. “She told me last night during our late-night chat. I think you should tell her the truth.” He knew I wouldn’t, though.

“Did she really say that?” I looked up from my drawing, feeling upset and disappointed. Kobra nodded. “You know I like her. It’s just… weird. I don’t know how to act around her, K. What did you tell her?”

“I told her you do like her, but you show it differently than the rest of us,” Kobra replied with a knowing smile.

“Good. I do like her. Probably more than all you killjoys,” I muttered, looking back down at my drawing.

“Ugh, this damn car won’t hold paint for longer than three days in this radiation!” Ghoul yelled, kicking the ground in frustration.

“Just wait for Jet to get back, Ghoul,” Kobra shouted back. “They’re gonna be here any minute.” Jet always knew what to do with the Trans-AM. It was his car, after all.

“Who’s gonna be back any minute?” a voice rang from the garage. Party Poison, with his fiery red hair, ran into the diner, grinning. Jet Star followed close behind, walking into the back room where the Girl slept.

“Party!” I smiled, jumping up and running into his arms. He hugged me tightly, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Hey, baby. Did Kobra take good care of you?” Party asked, glancing over at his brother.

“He sure did. We just did some drawing, nothing too wild,” Kobra laughed.

“Guys, the sun’s about to set. Can we get going?” Ghoul called from outside again.

“Yeah, we’re coming. I’ll grab the Girl,” Kobra said, heading into the back room.

“See any dracs?” I asked Party as we walked toward the car.

“Not really. A few in the distance, but we’ll be fine tonight. We always take shifts,” he said, full of energy, as usual. That was why he led us—he kept us together and safe with that boundless drive.

“There she is!” Ghoul grinned as Kobra, Jet, and the Girl got into the car. “How you doing?” Kobra and the Girl climbed into the back with Party and me, while Ghoul and Jet took the front. The car was built for four, but if I sat on Party’s lap, Kobra could squeeze the Girl in next to him, allowing us all to fit. 

“I’m sleepy, but I’m ready to party tonight!” she beamed up at Kobra.

Those two had always been close. The Girl’s mom was my sister. Not that she knew that. Her mom left as soon as the Girl was born, post-Analog Wars, never telling us who the father was. Both of us had been captured by BLI and stuck in Battery City. We escaped and reached the desert just a week after she found out she was pregnant. No one had ever asked about the father. None of us wanted to know the horrors Better Living put her through. After we arrived, Kobra looked after the Girl while Party and I grew close. The others liked her, loved spending time with her, but I struggled. She was too much like her mom. I couldn’t stand watching my niece act and look just like her mother—it killed me. That’s why Party was always by my side. He knew how I felt.

“That’s great ‘cause we’re definitely ready too,” Jet smiled as we arrived at our spot. The sun finally set, leaving the desert peaceful and dark. The bonfire crackled as we got out of the car, Kobra holding the Girl’s hand. She smiled, looking happy, clutching the small boombox she’d decorated the night before.

“Wait!” Party whispered, quickly pulling out his blaster. I followed his gaze over the sand dune. Korse.

“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling out my neon purple blaster.

“This is gonna suck the life out of me. There are dracs everywhere,” Jet said, scanning the area. Blaster rays lit up the air, striking the sand and the Trans-AM. Ghoul and Jet opened fire, taking out as many dracs as they could.

“Keep the Girl safe, Kobra!” I shouted as I ran. Korse went after me first—he knew exactly who I was. Jet got knocked out by a drac with a bottle, but Fun Ghoul kept firing, then ran to check on him. Party charged toward Korse, aiming his blaster, but had to retreat when he got shot at. Two dracs grabbed my arms, holding me back as Korse stood there, smug.

“Your little girl is coming with us, Y/N,” Korse sneered, using my real name—one I hadn’t heard since I left the city. “I don’t want to hurt you, but we don’t have much of a choice.”

“You’re not taking her!” I struggled against the dracs. “We won’t let you!”

“We?” Korse smirked. “You and your little band of Killjoys? Look around—they’re all down. You’re lucky we haven’t killed anyone yet.” The dracs dragged the Girl over, and she kicked and screamed.

A yellow ray cut through the air, dropping the dracs holding me. Party. He was alive.

“Party Poison! Get the Girl to the car!” Korse shouted as the surviving draculoids swarmed her. Party dodged Korse’s shots, inching closer. I managed to break free, fumbling to pull out my blaster. But Korse was faster, firing at me and missing deliberately. I dashed toward the others, watching as Party and Korse exchanged fire, each dodging the other’s shots. Finally, Korse knocked Party’s mask into the sand, then made his escape, driving off in the Trans-AM.

“Party? Are you okay?” I asked, crawling over to him. He lay motionless, not making a sound. “Party!” I screamed. For a second, I thought he was dead. I felt like I might throw up.

“Vinyl, I’m okay,” he groaned, reaching out to hold my hand.

“You saved me back there… You didn’t have to. You could’ve been killed—”

“I’ll always choose you. You should know that by now,” he chuckled weakly, coughing as he sat up.

“Jet, Ghoul, you guys okay?” I called, helping Party to his feet.

“I’m alive, if that’s what you’re asking,” Ghoul groaned, rubbing his back. His vest had a fresh smoking hole where he’d been hit.

“Me too,” Jet called, grabbing his blaster. I looked over at the Trans-AM, where Kobra lay unconscious. Party rushed over to his brother, helping him sit up as Jet fetched some water. Once we were sure Kobra was okay, the weight of what had just happened hit me. I felt sick.

One minute I was standing in the desert, and the next, everything went black. The last thing I saw was Party running toward me before I collapsed into someone’s arms.

Bright lights. The diner. Party lying next to me. Kobra sitting above us. The Girl. Gone. I sat up as fast as I could, obviously scaring the hell out of Party, who fell off the mattress.

“The Girl! Kobra, where is she?” I shouted, looking around, tears burning in my eyes. “Where is she!?” I screamed. A pair of arms wrapped around me, holding me back. Jet and Fun ran into the room, worried looks on their faces.

“Shit, is she okay?” Fun asked, sitting next to Kobra, who shook his head.

“Where is she? I’m going to kill you, Kobra,” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. He just sat there, expressionless.

“Hush, calm down, Vinyl. Breathe,” I heard Party say softly. I looked up and found him, kissing my temple.

“I won’t be calm, Party! She’s gone. My—my niece. She thinks I hate her. She’s my only family, and she doesn’t even know it. She’s like my daughter,” I wept.

“Don’t you think she’s like my daughter too, Vinyl? I spend all my time with the Girl, trying to convince her that you don’t hate her,” Kobra muttered. He had no right to say that to me. My sister might’ve loved him, and I might love his brother, but he was supposed to protect her. He was in charge of her.

“I’m going to get her,” I tried to wriggle out of Party’s arms, but he held me tighter. “Let me go, P. I’m calm,” I said, looking at him.

“You’re not going to get her. We’re going to make a plan. Together. In a few days, we’ll find her and bring her back. In the meantime, we’ll take shifts to look after you. I’m not letting you stay up alone, and I know you’re not going to sleep—not after this,” Party said as he gently let me go, helping me sit down on our shared mattress.

“We’ll find her, Vinyl. I promise,” Kobra said, sitting down next to me. “It’s going to be okay. And if we don’t find her, then we’ll end up dusted trying.” He wiped the tears from my face before getting up and heading into the diner with Jet and Fun to start planning.

Party lay down next to me, facing me. I stayed quiet, lost in my thoughts. She thinks I hate her. She doesn’t even know we’re family. She’s probably so scared. They’re probably experimenting on her right now.

“Vinyl, breathe. She’s going to be okay. We raised her right. She knows how to look after herself,” he said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“She thinks I hate her, Party. I can’t live knowing that she thinks I hate her,” I murmured, pressing my face into his chest. He pulled me closer.

“She knows you love her, V. I know she does. We were just talking a few days ago about you. She was asking about us, about you. Asked what you were like before she arrived. Asked if you and I were in love with each other. She notices everything between us, everything about you. Kobra and I sat her down, and we had a big conversation about you. Told her that you did like her but that she reminded you of someone you lost. The Girl understood, V. She understood. And I know she still does. She knows we’re going to come for her,” he said, cupping my face and making me look into his eyes.

“God, how is it that you always know exactly what to say to me, Party Poison? It’s like you’re made for me,” I smiled.

“Because we are made for each other,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead and wrapping his arms around me affectionately. “We’re going to find her, V, I promise. And when we do, we’re going to tell her the truth about who she is.”

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this is how it ends begins

everything between you and tommy comes to a head after you discover what he’s been doing behind your back, will steve be there to catch you? or will he just make it worse? | (  2.4k, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

T H I S I S H O W I T E N D S B E G I N S 🎶 loveless, PVRIS

You gave me such a bad time, tried to hurt me, but now I know. Thorn in my side, you know that's all you ever were, a bundle of lies, you know that's all that it was worth. I should have known better, but I trusted you at first, I should have known better, but I got what I deserved!

The Eurythmics were playing so loud on your stereo that the bobby pins on your dresser bounced along with the chorus as Annie screamed from your speakers. You normally would’ve been singing along, but you were too angry.

Rummaging through a box you’d pulled down from the shelf in your closet you dug around looking for anything that reminded you of him. You wanted it gone. Erased. Fingers catching on the edge of a polaroid you yanked it out of the box.

You, Carol, Steve, and him. Tommy.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you ripped it in half, throwing it into the trashcan at your feet. It fell in to join tattered pieces of Snow Ball tickets, movie stubs, more polaroids, and stupid notes scribbled to you.

Cramming the box back onto the shelf, you turned to snatch the photo that was tucked between your mirror and the frame. It was from last summer, you and Steve and Tommy at the quarry. But you stopped at your reflection. You were a sight. Hair a mess, eyes bleary, cheeks wet with tears, lips tugged down as you swallowed back the urge to let loose the cries clawing up your throat.

You’d wanted to break up with him months ago, but it felt easier to just stay. You couldn’t feel the ache in your heart as much when there was another hand there to hold onto. Was easier to ignore the vice that squeezed around your chest whenever you saw him.

Him.

Steve.

Steve and his stupid laugh, his stupid honey colored eyes, stupid pretty lashes as they swept across his cheeks every time he looked up at you. Stupid. But you couldn’t. Or maybe wouldn’t. And he wouldn’t either and so you were stuck in this horrible game of ‘just friends’ and god it hurt.

But then Tommy dragged you to a party last night.

He made sure to parade you around the house, arm tight around your shoulder, showing everyone you were his, and then hurried off to ‘defend his keg stand title’. So you let him go. You hated all that shit anyway and with all the beer you drank to tolerate everything, you had to pee.

The bathroom door was open just a sliver and you lifted a hand to knock, but then you heard it. Noises. Noises that weren’t supposed to be heard, intimate noises. Soft uh, uh, uhs. And then a voice you knew all too well. You like that? Shh, quiet baby. Someone’s gonna hear us.

You shoved the door open so hard you heard the handle clank against the towel bar on the wall behind it. Standing there with his jeans around his knees, Tommy was joined at the hip to Tina Rochester as he bent her over the bathroom sink, skirt hiked up around her waist, pretty mouth parted and pupils blown wide.

Words failed you, so you just didn’t.

“Baby. Baby. Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

You didn’t have a car and no one gave a shit when you pushed and shoved and stumbled your way through the house and out the door. When your chucks hit the sidewalk you broke into a run and you ran. Ran and ran and ran until you were standing on your front porch, hot tears cutting down your cheeks.

He tried calling, but you let it ring and ring. It shouldn’t have hurt like this. You didn’t love him, but it was another reminder of how badly your heart was aching under all the poor disguises. The lies you told yourself to hide the hurt. The feelings you kept hidden away for fear of what would happen if he knew. If Steve knew.

Tap. Tap tap.

The sound at your window brought you back and as you blinked your room slowly swam into focus.

Tap tap.

Walking over to your window you shoved it open and looked down. Your stomach dropped, cheeks burning with heat from your chest as you shouted, “I don’t want to talk!”

“Please, baby, give me a chance to explain!” Tommy pleaded with you, tossing away the rocks he’d been holding, the look on his face pathetic as he slapped his hands together in mock-prayer.

“What is there to explain? You fucking Tina Rochester seems pretty straightforward to me!” You slammed your window shut, but could still hear him yelling outside. You should’ve left it alone, should’ve ignored him, but something inside you snapped and that was it.

Flinging the front door open you stalked through the grass, feet bare in the summer heat, and came around the side yard to see Tommy’s face light up. Oh, poor boy. He thought you were here to smooth things over, but he was so wrong. “Fuck. Off,” your hands came up to meet his chest and you shoved, hard enough that he had to take a couple of steps back.

“I said I was sorry!” he protested, throwing his hands up.

“Sorry doesn’t fix it! What don’t you get about that?” your hair was wild around your face, eyes flickering with a muddled mixture of anger and hurt.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Dread filled you as you squeezed your eyes shut. Of course he heard. His bedroom window was right across from yours and of course he heard. Your back was to Steve and you could feel your throat tighten as he ran up on you both, head flooded with everything that had happened last night. With what might have been had Steve been there.

“None of your business, Harrington,” Tommy snarked.

“Uh, yeah, when you’re arguing in my yard it kinda makes it my business,” Steve walked right by and cut the distance between you and Tommy.

It was silent then. Tommy wouldn’t give himself up and he knew how you felt about Steve. He knew the looks you gave him, the kind he’d never get, the way you both danced around each other. For so damn long. And so he kept his mouth shut and locked eyes with you, daring you to speak.

“Really?” Steve said, slicing the silence in half and finally, finally he turned to look at you.

You could feel the tears welling up against your lashes, felt the first few as they spilled over and trickled down your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. Let them see it.

“Tommy’s got a thing for Tina apparently,” you said, voice thick with the tears that kept coming, but your tone was even-keeled. “Fucked her in the bathroom at Bobby’s party last night. Sounded like you were having a great time.” You pointed the last comment at Tommy as his cheeks flushed deep red.

“Shut up,” Tommy took a step toward you, but Steve didn’t need to hear anymore.

“I think you need to leave, Tommy,” Steve stepped in toward Tommy.

“And I think you’re not part of this conversation, Steve.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re in my yard. And I want you to leave.”

They leveled each other, weighed their options. Tommy wanting to punch Steve’s face inside out, Steve’s hands curled into fists at his side as his chest heaved, trying to stay calm.

“Fine. You know what? Fine. Screw you, Harrington,” Tommy spat at Steve as he moved to go. He knew he had bad odds and as he walked by you he stopped, “Tina was great by the way.” When he looked at you maybe part of you felt bad for playing this game of charades, but he’d gone along with it and in the end you both had made your choice.

He didn’t bother to look back as he hopped into his pickup, tires squealing as he sped off down the street.

Turning quickly away from Steve you started back toward your house, feet carrying you as fast as they could without running, and you could hear him behind you trying to catch up.

“Hey. Wait! C’mon, are you okay? Wait!”

You almost got the door closed, but his stupid shoe caught the gap before it latched and you squeezed your eyes shut. You could feel the rush of adrenaline that had been gripping you tightly begin to lose its hold and you let up.

Gently pushing the door, Steve tried to give himself a little more room to talk, but stayed where he was, “Can I come in? Please.” His tone was soft, sorry, apologetic, and you felt the vice around your heart squeeze again.

“Steve,” when you said his name it hurt, you voice no louder than a whisper, but you didn’t move away from the door.

“If you don’t want to talk, I’ll go away, but you gotta tell me you’re gonna be okay,” pushing his forehead against the doorframe he looked through the gap at you with those big brown eyes.

A sigh pushed itself out of your heavy lungs and without saying anything you moved aside, but didn’t open the door for him and instead went to curl up on the couch, knees tucked to your chest.

He opened the door slowly waiting for any kind of protest from you, not wanting to push things, but when he saw you folded into yourself on the couch it was his turn to feel the vice squeeze around his heart.

Taking the few steps into the living room, he knelt down in front of you fighting against the urge to wrap his arms around you as he crammed his hands into his lap, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

Sorry. Such a funny word. The dictionary might say, sympathy for someone else’s misfortune, but as the someone else in this case it didn’t feel good to hear it.

Lifting your head from your knees you finally looked at Steve. Tears were still spilling down your cheeks and you shook your head as you huffed a laugh. “For what? You didn’t do anything,” your words despite their simplicity cut into Steve and his expression pained.

He couldn’t do it anymore and his hands quickly pressed into your shins. “I know. I wasn’t there. I haven’t been there. I–” you watched him struggle with his words, but he didn’t pull his eyes from you. “–I should’ve been there. I’m sorry.”

The tightness in your chest loosened a bit and you slipped your feet to the floor between Steve’s knees. You were at a loss, maybe because you hadn’t expected him to say the things he had, so instead you just looked at him. Kneeling there in front of you. Eyes all honey and flecks of gold. Brows knitted together. New freckles gifted from the summer sun chasing down along his jaw. Damn he was pretty.

Tentatively he lifted a hand to your cheek and when you didn’t shy away his thumb softly swept the tears away. “I’m not good with words and–and I know I’m an idiot,” he started, shaking his head at himself, but he kept going, “But I like you. I really like you and I was afraid I’d fuck it all up. You know? Fuck this up.” His hand motioned softly between you before he settled them both on the outsides of your thighs. “Probably a little late for that I guess,” he gave a half laugh and bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for you say something. Anything.

I really like you.

You wished you could dive into that sentence and swim weightlessly in his words, ignore everything else and maybe you would have, but how could you know this would be different? What if he left again? What if there was someone else? What if…

“Still with me?” his voice pulled you out of your head and when your eyes focused you realized just how close he was, how it felt like he was looking right into you. Seeing all of the little broken pieces as they floated among everything else you were struggling to wade through. The citrusy scent of his shampoo, spearmint gum, fresh laundry and cedar. It made you feel all hazy and you couldn’t think straight, so you closed your eyes for a minute, trying to focus.

The silence stretched for what felt like forever, but when you opened your eyes again you took Steve’s hands in yours and tugged at him, “Just sit with me?”

Steve would have done anything for you and now was no different as he let you pull him up onto the couch. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, frames fitting as if they were meant to be like that.

You buried your head into his chest and closed your eyes again, his fingers smoothing over your hair. His heart thud, thud, thudded in your ear and neither of you said anything for a long while. Steve would have sat with you like that forever, holding you close, and when you sat up from his chest he felt your absence keenly.

“I really like you too,” your voice was scratchy from crying, your hand moving to settle on the line of his jaw. The smile he gave you then was small, but the way his eyes crinkled at the edges told you he was more than happy with it. Relief. A little hesitation. A tiny ember crackling in his chest. “But–”

His smile fell at the last word you said and you pushed forward to reassure him.

“But promise me–”

“Anything.”

You knew he meant it.

“Promise me you won’t leave again. Don’t leave me.”

Your eyes searched his, looking for some kind of certainty that he’d always be there, but then he told you for himself. Taking your hand in his he turned it over and pressed a soft kiss to your palm before settling it down on chest over his heart. “I promise,” he whispered.

And my god, you believed him.

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[lovebillyhargrove]

A follow up to this *billy's camaro fic*

Next day the boys are busy. Well, it's mostly Steve who's busy. While having breakfast Billy tries insisting on coming with him to the repair shop, because of course he needs to see for himself who they are entrusting his precious baby to, but Harrington tells him it's too risky to be seen in public just yet. It's a small town, you never know who you're going to run into when you turn the corner. It might be Tommy, it might be Max, it might be their high school Lit teacher or Billy's former manager from the Hawkins community pool. It might be literally anyone who Billy is still not quite ready to see. Or, who aren't ready themselves to bump into a supposedly dead teenager looking very much alive and walking around the town like it's the most natural thing. Harrington has already resurrected the car once. To be more exact, he's found the right people to do it, so. He's not new to this. Billy finally listens to the voice of reason and just grabs the medicine kit to treat a couple of wounds that still bother him. Steve calls the tow truck service, and in two hours he's standing near the repair shop watching the camaro being unloaded from the truck.

"Kid, you gotta stop doing whatever you're doing to that car." - Old Joe tells Steve, shaking his head in disbelief, and Harrington just throws up his hands like the situation which led up to this was out of his control. It actually was, so it's nobody's fault.

When Steve gets home, he hears sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen.

"You want a grilled cheese sandwich, Harrington? Found stuff in the fridge, making some."

Wow, that's kinda new. Nobody has cooked anything for Steve in a long, looong, no you don't understand, a really long time

"Yeah, if that's okay?"

"So how did it go?"

"Well, the old man was uh .. confused? I don't think he expected me to be back like that. He was also sad .. ? Cause they fixed it up so well. Looked brand new, just a few weeks ago."

"He'll just have to do it again. If he agreed. Did he?"

"Yeah, yeah, he did. He knows the car, knows what to do. It's not as bad as the last time."

"When are they gonna be done?"

"He said he would call me tonight, or tomorrow morning, tell me about the time they'll need."

"How much is it?"

"Well, he didn't tell me the exact price, because .. he still needs to look into it, so .."

Hargrove's looking at Steve intently

"Listen, I'll give you the money back. But obviously not right now."

"Yeah, I mean .. You don't have to give me back anything."

"I will, Steve."

"If you want to, okay. We can talk about it later, really. We have like .. so many things to figure out first."

Billy's putting a sandwich on a plate and sliding it to Harrington.

"Lunch."

"Oh wow. Thanks."

After lunch Steve goes upstairs and searches through his drawer for Dr. Owens' phone number.

When Owens hears Steve's name, he asks immediately

"Is it acting up again, Steve?"

"What? Oh, no. No, everything is okay here, just .. do you remember Billy? Billy Hargrove?"

"Of course. The guy who died in Starcourt?"

"Yes. Well .. what would you say if I told you that .. hypothetically, I had some information about him being alive?"

Steve's feeling kinda stupid. He's not completely sure they can trust Owens, but they really have no-one to turn to if they need help with documents. Billy Hargrove is officially dead. Even if they are talking about a fake ID, with a different name, Steve doesn't have connections like that. And it's not just an ID. Driving license, high school diploma, where are they supposed to get all the papers from??

Steve's afraid he's not good at this trying-not-to-get-too-involved-with-the-government stuff. Fucking spy shit. Outlaw level.

"I'd say, it makes sense, Steve."

"R .. really? Why?"

"Well, you don't know that but .. when the scene was cleared and all of you were sent home after what happened in Starcourt, Billy's body .. was gone. After the paramedics announced his death, I believe the body was just laying there unsupervised for .. really, not more than only a few minutes, but when my people came to pick it up, it wasn't there, on the Starcourt floor. We searched everywhere, but it just vanished into thin air."

"Oh my god. So .."

"So I am not even too much surprised to hear your news."

"Why didn't you say anything .. to Billy's family? Who did you bury in that grave??"

"Steve, he was dead. How could I have explained this to his family?? It was a closed casket. It was an empty casket."

Owens is silent for a second.

"Now .. The more important question is, if Billy is alive, is there a chance that he's still flayed? Is he dangerous?"

Steve's looking at Billy sitting across from him and he understands that Billy understands too. What they are talking about. Probably he can hear Owens voice.

"Look, Dr. Owens, I uh .. first of all, the key word here is hypothetically. Like .. I don't even know if he's alive or not. But if he was and he didn't present any .. danger to people, would there be any possibility to get his life back to normal somehow? I mean, paperwork?"

"Anything is possible, Steve. But we would have to run some tests first probably."

Billy's tensing

Steve actually doesn't think it was such a great idea to call Owens now. Fuck. "One of the good ones", my ass.

"Dr. Owens, listen. Hypothetically .. -

Hargrove's rolling his eyes at hearing the word for the third time now

- .. speaking, a guy who came back from the dead would be very traumatized, right? What if .. what if there was a way not to run any tests in a lab or something like that?"

"I hear you, Steve. I would still need to see him, even if it was only me. How does that sound?"

Steve's looking at Billy. Hargrove is shrugging his shoulders.

"How can I be sure that it's only going to be you, Dr. Owens?"

"Steve. You've already been through so much. We've been through certain things together as well. You might have noticed I do things differently than my other colleagues. Will and Jane, they are living a usual life in California, right? We let them go. I just need to make sure Billy is not a threat."

"I see."

"Let's make a deal. I'll make all the papers ready. We'll meet and talk, the three of us, in a public place. Or I can visit the place where, hypothetically, -

Steve's covering the receiver with one hand and whispering to Hargrove "Is he mocking me?" -

" .. Billy is staying. Just me. If I see that everything is alright, that'll do. Billy will get his identification, and he's free to go. Believe it or not, we also want this mess to finish, once and for all."

Steve is hesitant, but, really, what choice do they have?

Billy's nodding.

"Okay. Okay, Dr. Owens. When and where should we meet?"

They agree for Steve to call Owens again in a week and decide on the meeting place.

"Good bye, Dr. Owens."

Steve can see that Billy is not very happy with this conversation.

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all."

"It's fine, Steve. What other options do I have anyway? I'm a dead man according to the system. I need the fucking papers. I can't get them without the fucking government."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But hey, I still think Owens is a good one."

"We'll see, Harrington. It's fine. Thanks for making that call."

Steve's still doubtful that it was a wise move, but he's honestly trying to help.

"What are you going to do for the rest of the day, Harrington?"

"Well I .. I need to call my mom? Check on her and kinda find out about their plans .. make sure they aren't gonna make a surprise visit here. And then, go grocery shopping. Can't take you with me, but uh .. tell me what you maybe need .. or want?"

"Steve, everything is fine, I don't need anything. I think I'm gonna go nap now. Do you wanna watch a movie later?"

"Sure. Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"What's new?"

They end up spending the afternoon and the evening cooking dinner together and watching "Back to the future" and re-watching "The Terminator" cause, apparently, they both like it, and Steve is enjoying it all so much, because he hasn't spent a day like that in a long, really long time. Also, he sort of has a suspicion Billy is enjoying himself as well, and it's not even awkward between them,

and this is strange, because if Steve recalls high school correctly, it was so strange, like Billy was out to get him and Steve was annoyed by it, and if you asked him about Hargrove he'd just say that he hated that loud Californian fuck, but in reality, and that's something he would've never told anyone, Steve sort of enjoyed his attention. Add in there those couple of times with those couple of dreams when he might've woken up with a situation in his underwear cause he ..

He really shouldn't think about it now.

Before going to bed Billy says to Steve

"Good night, man. Tomorrow we are closing that fucking portal." He's yawning and stretching and Steve still can't believe Hargrove's turned into some kind of a superhero.

***

In the early morning Old Joe calls and catches Steve on the doorstep leaving for work. He says everything is definitely not as bad as it was the previous time. They'll need two weeks, maybe two and a half, tops.

It's good news. Other good news is that Steve's parents are not planning on visiting their son for quite some time, and Steve was relieved to hear that yesterday.

Tonight they are having plans. Big plans. If he's honest with himself, Steve has been feeling so .. alive. Ever since this mess with the camaro started, and then with the hope that resident asshole Billy H. is somewhere out there, Steve's never felt lonely, or without a purpose, or like he was just wasting his life away.

***

They drive to the ruins of Starcourt after dark has set down. Billy is amazing. He throws his hand out and the air is charged with electricity, high voltage, skull and crossed bones, and

he does close the portal.

And even though he collapses on the ground right after it and Steve has to literally drag him to the beamer and inside the house to the couch again, Billy is still fucking gorgeous.

That night Steve dreams of the school basketball court and feels Hargrove's hot sweaty body pressing into his.

***

The next couple of weeks it's quiet. They get some kind of a routine going, and Steve would lie if he said he wasn't in a hurry to get home every evening. Robin's onto him and thinks he's got a girlfriend. Steve just surrounds himself with mystery and tells Robin that he can't go to the movies with her tonight, again, "Sorry Rob, some family business."

Everything is quiet and calm, and nothing really happens except their meeting with Owens. In a diner outside Hawkins, Billy's wearing a beanie and sunglasses on an absolutely sunless day, just like in spy movies, Steve's nervous, but everything goes well. Probably because they look like two teenage dumbasses "Just avoid using the word hypothetically, Steve." - "Shut up, Hargrove." and Owens understands no-one is flayed here anymore. Billy gets the whole shebang of brand new documents, and he's a free bird.

The camaro gets fixed, and when Steve brings her back, they celebrate. They are sitting in the car, shooting the shit, one of old Billy's tapes playing, and Billy smokes his first cigarette after July the 4th. He even gets through one bottle of beer and hugs Harrington before going to the guest room for the night "C'mere, man. Fucking thank you." His words are a bit slurry and eyes teary, and Steve melts into that brief hug although it's just a usual bro hug and he can't read too much into that, otherwise he won't be able to sleep tonight so he just says "See you in the morning, Billy" and watches Hargrove turn his broad back and close the door to the guest room. Billy's been gaining his weight back, and he just keeps looking better every day.

In the morning Steve's coming down to the smell of coffee in the kitchen. Billy's sitting at the table crunching on cereal. They exchange morning pleasantries and then Billy says

"Hey, Steve. I think I have to .. I have to go see my father."

To be continued