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ellieluvr420 · 2 months

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Friends? Never. Pt.5 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

You had been strolling around the market looking for food to grab for you and Ellie for well over an hour now but you loved to walk and look at all the stalls and you easily spent 30 minutes in the fruit section alone, you had also spent too long looking at all the crafts Mabel had made. Mabel was a sweet elderly woman that always had a stall full of candles and jewellery, even makeup sometimes, she had always been so kind to you, slipping you little gifts whenever you'd visit. You were thinking to yourself about all the food you could make this week and what Ellie would want when you hear a familiar southern twang behind you.

"Hey kiddo, long time no see." You turn to see Joel's crooked smile as you face him and you find yourself returning it without a second thought despite the burning in your cheeks as you're faced with the man that witnessed so closely how you treated Ellie all those years ago. You were shocked he was talking to you but you remembered Ellie going round there for dinner one night last week so you thought maybe she had told him you were both okay now.

"Hi Joel, no kidding, how you been?"

"Same old, same old, how are you liking the new house?"

"Oh it's so beautiful, we've got the woods right behind us so there's no complaints about the view. Ellie's a pretty good roommate too I guess." You say jokingly and your heart flutters just a little when he joins you with a chuckle.

"Yeah she's told me a lot."

"She has? I would say good things I hope but I doubt it." Your tone is playful but you mean what you say.

"Are you kidding? She only has good things to say about you. I'm getting sick of listening to it to be honest. How about you both come over for dinner tonight and you can both annoy me instead of just her?" You're completely taken aback by his offer but the thought of having dinner with Joel makes you remember the dinner with your parents, it still plays on a loop in your head and all you want is to think of something different when you imagine dinner with parents so you agree before you even ask Ellie. You say your goodbyes and finish up at the market before starting a pleasant stroll back to your home.

As you get closer you notice Maria striding towards you. You're shocked by the sight because there's only about 3 houses within a close distance of where you are right now as you and Ellie live right on the outskirts of Jackson, but you smile at her anyway which she returns as she continues pacing towards her next destination.

Ellie had been rereading some of her favourite comics while you went out to the market until a knock at the door interrupts her. She knew it couldn't be you because you had a key and you also knew that Ellie never locked the door because you had scolded her for it many times so her interest piqued as she rushed towards the blurry figure she could see behind the pane of glass in the middle of the front door.

"Hi Ellie sorry to just stop by like this, can I come in?" Ellie freezes as she sees Maria standing before her with a smile that didn't often grace her face.

"Oh yeah, hi Maria, what's up?" She asks as she steps aside to let Maria in.

"I wanted to come talk to you both in person because there has been an opening in one of the flats so if either of you want to move out you can."

"Oh er well she's not here right now but I'll definitely tell her but me, I'm good here, I've unpacked now and I'm settled so I'm happy to stay."

"Are you two actually getting along?"

"Well we haven't killed each other yet."

"Well that's good to hear, anyway I've got to run, let her know to come talk to me if she wants to move okay?" She smiles and opens the door to let herself out again as Ellie waves her off. As soon as the door shuts she breathes a sigh of relief that you weren't here when Maria came over, she'd feel utterly defeated if after everything you moved out and away from her just like that but then she started to wonder if you would want to move out and if she should tell you and if you'd be mad if she doesn't tell you and you find out. The thoughts were overcrowding her head as she stands frozen in the entryway until the click of the doorknob tells her you're home and she immediately lurches at the door to swing it open for you.

"Oh! Jesus Ellie you scared me."

"Sorry I heard you at the door and I thought you might want help with the bags." Her voice breaks and you raise an eyebrow at her suspiciously.

"Oh because I'm so weak I can't bring everything through to the kitchen?" Your face is sour but your voice is playful.

"You are so annoying, I said if you want help not need it." She rolls her eyes and fights the smile threatening her lips.

"Oh well in that case, that would be lovely." You smile and place the bags in her arms before strutting off to the kitchen leaving her with all the food.

"Hey I said I would help not do it all for you!" She yells.

"Can't hear you!" You drag out the last word in a sing-song fashion that prompts her to roll her eyes and just accept defeat as she starts carrying the bags to where you were in the kitchen before placing them down on the small table where you both have breakfast most mornings.

"On my way back I saw Maria round here walking back to town. Did she come here?"

"Errrr" Ellie froze, she didn't know if she should lie and deal with the consequences later down the line or tell the truth and hope you feel the same way as her but there was not enough time as the look of confusion on your face grew so her instincts kicked in. "No, no she didn't. Must've been going to one of the others."

"Hm okay, she actually smiled at me when she walked past, how crazy is that? She hasn't smiled at me since me and you have been getting sent to her for fighting every other day."

"Ha yeah that is so weird." Ellie doesn't sound convinced, she knows that, but her heart is beating way too fast for her to care, she should've told the truth but she's dug the hole now, no going back.

"Oh um by the way I have a confession, I don't think you're gonna be happy about it."

"Oh great."

"Joel invited us both to dinner tonight at his and I kinda said yes." You smile sheepishly at her as her face drops.

"Seriously? Oh my god I'm gonna die."

"Oh come on, it won't be that bad."

"Whyyyyy did you say yes? You should've said we were busy."

"You know I can't lie to that man's face and besides this is as much on you as it is me."

"Excuse you?"

"If you hadn't been saying all those lovely things about me at dinner last time he wouldn't have approached me and invited me sooo..." You trail off and end your sentence with a sickly sweet grin as her face blushes and her jaw clenches.

"I am going to kill him." You giggle as she rolls her eyes and storms off before comically running back into the room. "What time did he say?"

"Six."

"Oh my god he is so old." You laugh as she storms off again like a child before unpacking everything you had got this morning.

"Hello! Come on in, you're actually on time, I assume this was down to you and not Ellie?" He eyes you and then Ellie as you giggle at her rolling her eyes for about the 50th time today already. She had been grumpy and whiny all day about going to Joel's and it only made you laugh more each time. He beckons you into the small cabin that he had moved into, it was similar to yours and Ellie's and not too far either but his had only one bedroom and no second floor, he moved when all the housing got changed because of the influx of new arrivals as his old house had 3 bedrooms and Ellie's garage that just weren't being used anymore. You think back to the times you had spent in Ellie's garage with her and it makes you sad at the thought of someone else living there and making it their own, you feel selfish for it but you don't care, you had the best memories from when you and her would hang out together there and now its not yours or even hers anymore.

“Ellie you know where everything is, get our guest a drink and you,” he looks at you with a cheeky smile knowing how it’s going to annoy Ellie. “come sit down and relax.” Another huff and eye roll from Ellie before she walks off to the kitchen.

You and Joel had been catching up and exchanging small talk while Ellie grabbed some drinks until she joined you.

“So how’s it been living together? I see Maria’s plan worked.” It was your turn to roll your eyes now.

“It’s been fine.” “Good.” You both blurt out at the same time before exchanging an annoyed look with each other.

“Oh come on, can you really not admit that you’re friends again?” There’s that word again that made Ellie’s heart clench a little, friends, it’s true but she still doesn’t like it.

“Not if it means proving Maria right.” Ellie crosses her arms and leans back into the squishy sofa you were both seated on.

“Yeah I just can’t do that.” You agree.

“You two are way too stubborn for your own good.”

“Look who’s talking.” Ellie snipes and he laughs before slapping his knees that popped as he stood before ushering you to the table.

“You sound like you’re getting old.” Ellie laughs.

“Shut up and sit down.” You reply.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” She whisper-yells at you.

“Since when?” You smirk at the displeased look on her face before sitting down as Joel brings out the pasta bake he had made and sets it down in front of you both.

“Joel this looks amazing, thank you so much!” Your mouth is actually watering at the sight of it and Ellie can’t help but smile at the childish excitement of your expression.

Dinner was perfect, the pasta bake was one of the nicest things you had eaten in awhile, neither you or Ellie being the best cooks, and Joel’s company was so refreshing you had almost forgotten about your previous dinner experience.

“I saw you chatting with your parents at the tipsy bison the other day. Glad to see they’ve come to their senses.” You don’t miss the glare Ellie shoots at him or the small thump under the table accompanied with a hiss from Joel. You pretend to not notice the obvious kick Ellie had delivered his way as you chuckle a little.

“Not quite actually, it’s okay though really. I’m happy with how things are at the moment.” You smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes and Ellie’s face tells of the pity she feels towards you. You mouth ‘I’m fine’ to her and look back at Joel. “Really, it’s no biggie.”

“Oh well I’ll sorry anyway.”

“Thanks.” You recover from the awkward moment well and the rest of dinner went smoothly.

You’re standing in the kitchen helping Ellie tidy up, you had both already done the washing and drying so now you were just putting everything away. You were standing at the cupboard where the plates go and as you bent down to put them away Ellie reached over you to put a glass away above your head. You gasp as you feel Ellie’s hips pressing into you from behind and immediately snap up turning to face her. “Sorry.” You mutter.

She smirks and cocks her head as she grabs onto the counter on either side of you, boxing you in. “For what?” She leans in a little and you can smell the fresh scent of her body wash that always made her smell of washing that had been dried outside. You savour it before meeting her eyes that had a mischievous sparkle.

You can’t find any words, you weren’t really sure there was an answer to her question and even if there was, you certainly wouldn’t find the words now when her nose is brushing against yours as she ghosts her lips over yours that were taking quick, shuddering breaths. You search Ellie’s eyes and despite the proximity you can still see the uncertainty and insecurity that cast a film over them and knitted her eyebrows together. All Ellie wanted to do was lean in and close the gap but something was holding her back, maybe it was the shock on your face, or the possibility you might push her away, maybe she just wants you to be the one to make the first move, maybe she needs it after everything that’s happened between the both of you.

“All done tidying up?” Joel’s voice sounds as he walks into the kitchen causing you and Ellie to both jump away from each other like you were magnets that repelled when they got too close. None of you make eye contact, all standing staring at the floor in silence until Ellie clears her throat.

“Thanks for having us old man but we should probably get back. I’m okay but she needs her beauty sleep... bad.” She points a finger in your direction but shields it from you with her other hand as if you wouldn’t see.

“Well alright.” He leads you both to the door and as Ellie walks down the steps of the porch he turns to you in a hushed manner. “I know you’ve had it rough with your parents but I promise you’ll always be accepted here.” Tears brim in your eyes and all you can think to do is hug him, you squeezed him until his back clicked which prompted you to let him go with a small apology as he laughed.

The next morning you’re standing making a drink in the kitchen when Ellie walks in with her backpack and beat-up converse on.

“Hey I’ve gotta go on patrol but I should be back by five-ish I think. Wanna watch a movie when I’m back?”

“Yeah sounds good.” You smile and she returns it before moving to walk out the door. “Be safe!” You call out and she smiles at the sentiment although you can’t see.

“Always.” You roll your eyes knowing that is a complete lie but go back to your drink as you hear the door slam shut as it always does when Ellie is entering or exiting, she had always been so heavy-handed and it’s clear that’s still the case.

You were sitting trying to read your book but it had only been an hour since Ellie left and it was still 6 hours until she came back, and all you could think about was if she was okay and safe. The thoughts spiralled until your skin was crawling and a lump in your throat had appeared. You knew Ellie was good on patrol, she was one of the best, she hadn’t grown up in Jackson so she had the knowledge of the dangers of the real world far more engrained in her than most, yet you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, it was a feeling deep in your gut that made you feel nauseous and you just couldn’t shake it no matter how much you tried to rationalise with yourself.

The hours went by painfully slowly but five pm had finally rolled around and you were sitting expectantly on the sofa waiting for the signature slamming of the door against the wall to tell you she’s home. But it never came. Five turned to five-thirty and then to six but there was no sign of Ellie. You had begun pacing well over fifteen minutes ago and you were starting to become dizzy enough that you either needed to sit down or walk in a straight line. So you walked in a straight line all the way to the gates of Jackson where you’re met with a commotion you hadn’t ever seen before, you immediately run to Jesse who has a forlorn look on his face.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t they back yet?”

“We don’t know.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW? ISN’T THAT YOUR JOB?” He looks shocked at your sudden outburst before dragging you away from the crowd whose eyes had now all fallen on you.

“I’m sorry you’re worried but we all are and freaking out doesn’t help anyone. I’m sure they’re fine, they might’ve just got held up okay.” As he speaks you hear yelling from the men standing at the guard posts on top of the wall and you breathe a sigh of relief when the gates begin to open. The first thing you do is run straight to the front of the crowd pushing and shoving past people to get there to try and get a glimpse of her auburn hair.

Your heartbeat quickens until you see the flash of red you had been waiting for but as she gets closer you see her hunched over form and the array of bruises and cuts littering the skin you could see. Two men walk over to her and Shimmer and help her down before holding her up as she hobbles away from the horse and directly at you. Her eyes meet yours and the relief turns to anger, anger at the anxiety she had caused you. You knew your reaction wasn’t fair on her but you couldn’t stop yourself regardless. You rush towards her and she smiles.

“Where the fuck were you?” You shove at her and she winces as she stumbles a little. “What the fuck happened?” You slap and hit at her chest, releasing the frustration and fear that had been pent up inside you and she let you, until she started to see black spots in her vision from your assault on her already wounded body which was when she caught both your hands in a tight grip and held them to her chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, the horde came out of nowhere. We lost three and the rest of us barely made it out.” Her words hit you hard as you shrunk back from her realising the irrationality of your outburst. “It’s okay, I’m fine but can we please go home?” She pleads and you immediately replace the guy that was holding her up with her arm over his shoulder as you start to walk her back home. Every hiss and wince, every stumble, every shaky breath made you feel worse for your initial reaction but it drove you to get her home as quick as possible so she could rest.

As Maria and Jesse watch you both walk away arm in arm they exchange a look of confusion.

"What was that about?" Jesse questioned Maria.

"No idea, but that was weird." Maria replied.

They watched you both until you were out of sight as Maria smiled to herself knowing exactly what was going on and knowing she was right to move you in together.

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 months

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The Potty Incident /blurb/

AN: i thought this was a cute concept and wrote it out. if you think anything about this is inappropriate, grow up. this is just an example of a fatherly duty and nothing more. i really hope you enjoy. thank you for reading. xoxo

This story contains: child almost having an accident in their pants, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - any harry era - Rosie (daughter) age 3 }

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While at the grocery store with just his daughter Rosie, she suddenly tells her daddy she has to potty and that leads to Harry running across the store with her to take her to the bathroom so no accidents occur.

Harry decided to take your three year old daughter Rosie to the grocery store with him while you took a nap. You were feeling drained from being six months pregnant with your second baby and Harry insisted you took a nap while they're out of the house.

Everything was going fine until Rosie whined from the cart Harry was pushing her around in that she had to potty. See the thing was, she was at that age where she's pretty much potty trained but on occasion will still have an accident. Usually it's when she can't make it to a toilet fast enough or sometimes when she's asleep.

You and Harry are very understanding when she does have accidents because potty training can be a tough thing to teach and learn. But you do try to avoid accidents as much as possible. So when Rosie tells her daddy she has to potty as he's picking up some bananas in the produce section of the store, his fight or flight clicks in. The one he uses for times like this or when she says she feels like she's gonna be sick, and does the only thing he can think to do in the moment.

"Shit," Harry whispers to himself, "alright, alright. Come 'ere." He drops the bananas in the basket and lifts little Rosie up from the cart seat. Once she's in his arms, Harry leaves his cart in the middle of the aisle and proceeds to jog to the back of the store where he knows the bathrooms to be. "It's gonna be alright. Hold it for a minute more, okay baby."

"But daddy," Rosie whines, clutching around Harry's neck while he basically runs through the store with her, "gotta potty really bad." Luckily not even ten seconds later they are met with a wall of bathrooms and Harry thanks god they have a family bathroom. He hates when he's out in public alone with his daughter and has to decide how he's going to take her to the bathroom when the only options are the men's room and the women's room.

Because he'll be damned if he takes his sweet baby girl into the men's room and she sees something she doesn't need to see at her innocent age. Or get cursed out by middle aged white ladies when they see him, a grown 6ft man with tattoos in the women's room. Even when he clearly has a child with him. So gender neutral / family restrooms are ideal for situations like this one.

Harry rushes into the one toilet bathroom and locks the door. Then he quickly sets Rosie down to the floor and helps her lift her dress and panties down before setting her on the toilet seat. He wishes he had time to wipe the seat off before hand but time wasn't an option for them at the moment. Just as she goes potty, he sighs in relief that they made it in time with no accidents occurring.

Still slightly out of breath from running across the store, he balls up some toilet paper and hands it to his daughter saying, "Okay, make sure you wipe really well. Just like mummy taught you." And that she does. She takes the toilet paper and wipes just like you had taught her when teaching her to use the potty on her own.

Rosie looks up at her father when she's finished and mutters, "All dones." Harry lifts her off the public toilet seat and helps pull her underwear back up and her dress back down. Then he flushes the toilet and carries the three year old to the sink to help her wash her hands. Once her small hands are all clean and dry, he lifts Rosie back up in his arms and proceeds to carry her back over to where he left his cart in hopes no one took it.

Thankfully the shopping cart was where he left it and Harry helps his daughter back in the basket seat to continue there shopping journey. As they wrap up grocery shopping and stand in the check out line, Rosie looks up from where she's sat in the cart and says, "Thank you daddy for helping me go potty so I didn't have an accident." with her tiny but round lips puckered as if asking for a kiss.

Harry leans down to except the generous kiss his daughter was giving and replies, "'Course, baby. And thank you for telling daddy that you had to go potty so you didn't have an accident. Love you so much. Now lets get home to mummy."

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teddyeyeseddie · 8 months

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To Hell I Go

If She Wants A Cowboy

✰ bull rider Steve x reader

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✰ cw: broken bones, an er visit, steve in a sling, an eddie debut, first kisses, straddling steve in a creek, smut, minors dni, oral (m rec), boot riding

✰ a/n: this series has been flopping but I am so in love with dandy and our boy that im gonna keep writing it bc they deserve to have their story told, thank you @lofaewrites for betaing :,)

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Steve is rushed right back when he gets to the ER, grumbling an “I’m fine” when he sees the amount of sick kids in the waiting room. Despite his efforts to wait in the lobby, it only takes 30 minutes and he is sitting in a room awaiting his results.

Steve tears up at the news, knowing what this meant for his career. It came to an abrupt stop, throwing Steve forward into a mess of emotions. They did x rays to find that his shoulder was, in fact, broken. His coach eventually leaves, only able to offer so much reassurance and solace.

He sits cooped up in the ER for what felt like hours, left alone to his devices, those emotions from earlier bubbling and breaching the surface now that he was alone. His dad was right, just like he always is. The job chewed him up and spit him out. Usually, a broken shoulder meant the gig was up, not many riders can recover from a serious injury like that.

He wills away his spiraling, putting his head back in order to rest. When he’s about to fall asleep, a soft knock resonates through the room.

“Hey cowboy,” the voice is like music in Steve’s ears, the sound flowing into the air and causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

“Dandy, they let you in here at this hour?” he questions, a small smirk on his face as he adjusts himself in bed, wincing when he disturbs his shoulder.

“Jus’ had to tell them I was your wife,” she replies sheepishly, wincing slightly.

“I did give ya a ring, didn’t I darlin’?” he cracks a wide smile.

You settle yourself into a chair next to the bed, digging in your purse to find the small paper ring Steve had made you days prior. You slip it on your finger once you find it, flashing it at Steve causing him to let out a full-bellied laugh.

“You kept it?”

You offer a small nod, reaching your hand out to hold Steve’s free hand. The other slung up as the two of you waited to hear what the next steps are in Steve’s recovery.

“What’s the verdict here?” you question softly, rubbing your thumb over Steve's calloused hand.

“Shoulder’s broken. S’ a clean break but fuck if I know what that means,” he groans, throwing his head back as tears form in his eyes.

“Shit Dandy- I’m sorry, don’t mean to turn into a mess while you’re here. It’s just this could be the end of the line for me,” he pulls his hand away from yours in order to wipe his eyes.

He settles his hand back in yours, squeezing it as he stares forward at the wall in front of him.

He didn’t ask you to come and the fact you did makes Steve’s heart flutter inside his chest. You came on your own, and that is more than Steve could ever wish for.

“I’ll be right here with you, Steve,” you break the silence and lean up to kiss his cheek, the first time you had displayed any sort of affection aside from holding hands.

He leans into your touch, relaxing and letting himself be loved on.

The doctors come in moments later, setting his arm and immobilizing it with a fancy looking sling.

Six weeks.

Six weeks of being rendered useless, Steve groans into the night air once he’s been released at the odd hour of 5 in the morning. Hand in yours as you guide him to your car, helping him get settled into the passenger seat.

“I guess in the grand scheme of things, I’m lucky,” he says once you get situated. His head is leaned back, exposing the column of his neck as he turns to look at you.

“How so?”

“A whole summer of being doted on by you?

“Who said I was gonna dote on you?”

“Mmm I just gotta hunch, Dandelion,”

Steve isn’t wrong, you are there every day you're off work, going on walks with him or helping his mother cook dinner.

It’s been about 2 weeks of helping take care of Steve when you pull into his driveway at the early hour of 8am. You softly knock on the door, smiling when you hear a quiet, “come in” from the other side of the door.

You and his mother, Donna you had come to learn, had become well acquainted, spending the evenings cooking dinner together giving you time to converse regularly. You got all the stories of Steve when he was younger, your favorite being the time he peed off the side of the pool when he was potty training.

“Is he awake?” you question, setting the groceries Donna had requested you bring the night prior.

“He’s not, had a rough night last night. He said not to let him sleep in if you’re here though,” she says with a sly smirk on her face, like she knows something you don’t know.

You ignore her look, not wanting to read much into it, trudging upstairs to wake Steve up.

You smile when you see him, he’s propped up by some pillows, something his mom helps him do every night so he is more comfortable.

You sit on the edge of his bed, extending your arm to caress his cheek. He stirs a little bit, waking with a small jolt when you begin to run your thumb across the expanse of his jaw.

“Good morning, Dandelion,” he smiles, his voice thick with sleep, the groggy melody making your cheeks flush.

“Good morning, Steve,”

He sits up at the waist, using his free arm to push him up on the bed. He’s right beside you, free hand coming to rest on your thigh. His lips press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Didn’t think you’d be here this early, sorry I wasn’t up,” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“S’ okay honey, liked getting to wake you up,”

You get up, turning back towards the bed to help him stand. His pajamas are slung low on his hips, soft hair traveling up his belly and to his navel. He looks peaceful like this, freshly woken up, sleep in his eyes and bed head- it makes your heart warm.

He stretches once he’s standing, averting your eyes as his already impossibly low pants stoop even lower.

“You gonna shower?” you question, picking at the comforter on Steve’s bed.

He shakes his head, turning towards his closet and pulling out a pair of wranglers and a t-shirt.

He turns away before dropping his pajama pants, your cheeks flushing at the sight of Steve in just his boxers.

He grabs the clothes he laid out on the bed, shimmying his pants up his legs, frowning as he gets to the button.

“C’mere,” You mumble, buttoning his wranglers, knuckles bumping into his soft belly.

He smiles down at you, brushing a hair out of our face.

“Gonna help me with the top now, dandy?”

You nod, grabbing his top and sliding it up his hurt side, carefully threading his arm through while it is still bent. He chuckles as he pokes his head through the top, easily pulling his other arm through.

You wait on his bed after you get his sling back on his arm, Steve having perfected his one-handed bathroom routine.

He peaks out of the bathroom once he is ready, padding across the room to grab his hat.

“Ya ready?”

You nod, following him downstairs.

When you reach the living room, you’re surprised to see Charlotte and Eddie sitting on the couch.

“Mudslinger! How ya been?” Eddie gets up, pulling Steve into a hug, Lottie shooting him daggers as he does so.

“Careful with the man, Eds. He’s fragile,” Charlotte scolds, pulling Eddie away when he starts to get too rough.

Eddie listens to the woman, settling in beside her with a protective hand on her thigh.

“Wanted to come visit ya, see if there was anything you needed before I head down to the barn to get some lessons started,”

The two of the men fall into easy conversation but you and Charlotte find yourselves stowed away in the kitchen, chatting about anything and everything.

“So- You and Steve, huh? He’s never brought a girl around,” she says as she stirs her tea.

“Yeah- He uh saved me from Billy Hargrove,” you take a sip from your mug, glancing into the living room to check on Steve.

“Oof- Eddie used to work on Billy’s ranch breaking horses. Never got paid enough for the work he did, here though? He’s taken care of, Donna makes sure he is anyways,”

You had learned that a lot of the ranch bonuses and raises used to come from Donna pestering Richard until he caved, that was until Steve came around and gave everyone their well deserved performance based raises.

“Steve’s running it right finally, taught his Daddy more things than he’s taught Steve probably, I can’t wait to see what happens when he finally takes over, maybe he will settle down now that he’s broke himself,” Charlotte rattles off, your stomach lurching at her words, remembering why you’re here.

Steve hurt himself. If he hadn’t been rendered useless in terms of bull riding he’d be off riding in other competitions and eventually nationals. He was kept at home by a broken shoulder, not by you.

You shake the thoughts away, Steve would have wanted you wherever he was, you had to convince yourself.

You and Charlotte continue conversing, finally steering the conversation away from you and Steve.

“Dandy-” You hear Steve shout from the living room, you set down our mug and straighten out your skirt before making your way to him.

“Whatcha need cowboy,” you question, smiling when you round the corner to see him standing, cowboy hat situated on his head.

“Come to the creek with me?” he questions, smiling softly as he holds out his hand.

You turn back towards Charlotte, who is now left alone now that Eddie has gone to the barn to start lessons for the day. She nods her head, shooing the two of you away and out into the summer sun.

Steve laces your fingers with his, boots crunching on gravel as he makes his way to the stables.

“Wish we could take sonny today,” Steve says, frowning slightly when you pass them. You distract him with a kiss to the cheek, bumping into his hat causing him to let out a chuckle.

“Tryna kiss me stupid here, honey?” he asks as he continues walking, dipping into some trees at the edge of the property.

“Just tryna kiss ya, cowboy,” he smiles back at you as he leads you through the trees, finally stopping and letting you settle in next to him once you reach the creek.

You release his hand, kicking off your shoes in order to step in the creek, turning to Steve who is still on the bank.

“Comin’ in?” you grin, looking up at him. He scratches at the scruff that is forming on his chin, contemplating kicking off his boots and joining you.

“I dunno, Dandy,”

“C’mon, don’t make me enjoy this all alone,”

With that, he toes off his boots as you step forward in the water in order to roll up his jeans for him. You hold your hand out, Steve taking it and stepping into the water with you. The two of you wade in the shallow creek, your back to Steve when you feel a splash of water hit the bend of your knees.

You whip around, scowling at Steve who has a wide grin on his face. You bend over, skimming your hand in the water in order to splash him back. Steve walks backwards, tripping over his feet, sending him tumbling, falling on his ass.

You rush to him, dropping to your knees in the shallow water next to him.

“Are you okay?” you question, looking him over as if you’ll see any physical damage.

He simply smiles at you, on your knees-so close to his lap. He wishes he could pull you onto him and kiss you breathless.

That’s when he realizes there’s nothing stopping him.

He hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. He mumbles a soft, “C’mere,” as he motions with his head for you to get on.

You swing your leg over his lap, heartbeat high in your throat as you look down at him. It’s a little awkward, his sling taking up much of the room between the two of you, but it doesn’t matter.

Steve’s eyes travel to your lips, a smile forming on them as your hand raises to pet the hairs adorning the nape of Steve’s neck.

“I think you’re the one that’s trying to kiss me stupid,” you breathe.

“Just tryna kiss ya,”

With that, he leans in, capturing your lips in a firm kiss. It’s slow–calculated, each movement well thought out as he guides you. You eventually crack a smile while kissing him, teeth knocking together as Steve begins to smile too. You finally pull away when it’s time to catch your breath.

“Why’d you wait so long, cowboy?” you ask, hand still petting at his hair.

“Kinda thought you deserved more, Dandy,” he breaths out, thumb rubbing at your hip as his eyes flash back towards your lips.

“Well- why don’t you let me worry about that, mudslinger” you lean back down, kissing him sweetly before pulling away and getting off his lap. He looks up at you in a daze, lips pink and full as he cracks a smile.

You help him up and out of the creek, using your now half soaked cardigan to dry your legs off before slipping back into your shoes. Steve gets along fine with getting his boots back on, but you can't help but giggle when you turn to see his jeans still rolled up. You bend down to fix them, Steve mumbling a soft thank you.

You walk hand in hand back to the house, offering Eddie a small wave when you pass by the stables.

You’re both still sopping wet when you make it to the front porch, Steve groaning when he’s intercepted by Donna at the door.

“I know you are not about to come in here with those sopping wet jeans on,” She scolds the two of you.

Steve playfully rolls his eyes, nudging past her and making his way inside.

“I’ll clean it Mama,” she playfully smacks his good shoulder before retreating back to the kitchen to continue cooking lunch for the Saturday workers.

Steve opens the door to his room, closing the door after you.

“Skirt’s pretty soaked, do you want some shorts and a new shirt?” he questions, turning towards his closet to grab himself a change of clothes. You squeak out a small “yes” as you kick off your shoes. He hands you a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, turning back towards the closet.

In a surge of courage and confidence, your hands find the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head while Steve’s back is to you.

When Steve turns around, he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. His lungs are void of air as his eyes rake over your frame, drinking you in. He swears he sees stars when your fingers dip into the waistband of your skirt, dropping it to the floor with a wet thud.

You stalk towards him, fingers hooking in his belt loops as you guide him to the chair sitting in the corner of his room.

“Dandelion- sweetheart what are you doing?” Steve asks as you drop to your knees in front of him, eyeing him sweetly.

“Just let me take care of you, Cowboy,” you push him back by his hip, satisfied once you force him to sit in the chair.

Fingers come to unbutton his damp wranglers, cock already straining against the rough fabric. You pop the button, slowly unzipping his pants, tapping his thighs so he will lift his hips.

He’s looking at you with glassy eyes, pupils blown wide as he watches your hand sneak into his boxers and pull out his hard member.

“Fuck, darlin you don’t have to do this,” his hand reaches down to caress the your flushed cheek.

“Want to,” your hand strokes him, the drag causing Steve to throw his head back, loud groans leaving his lips as he indulges in the feeling of you taking care of him.

You suck the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. Steve’s hand comes to thread through your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling just hard enough to get you off of him.

“You wanna feel good too?” Steve questions, free hand coming to stroke himself. You nod your head, pleading eyes meeting Steve’s.

“Ride me then,”

“S-steve your shoulder,” He laughs, the hand that was stroking his cock now caressing your face. His boot begins tapping on the floor beneath you.

Tap-Tap-Tap

You look up at him through hooded eyes, biting your lip as you lower yourself onto his boot. You let out a soft mewl when the rough leather catches on your clothed clit. You begin to rock back and forth, riding his boot as you take him back into your mouth.

You take him to the back of your throat, nose bumping into the soft pudge of his tummy, being tickled by the pubic hair that adorns the area.

He groans, the deep growl echoing off the walls causing you to pull back and shush him. Steve chuckles as he guides his cock back towards your lips, you greedily sucking him in.

Your hands come to rest on his hairy thighs, your own shaking from the impending orgasm, the coil in your tummy tightening as you use his boot to get off.

“Jesus, Honey. I’m gonna come if you keep takin’ me so deep like that,” he moans as you release his member with a soft pop, a giddy smile on your face as you look up at him.

“Kinda the point, Honey,” you begin to stroke him, hand slippery with your spit and his precum.

“Gonna come,” he grits out, your mouth enveloping him as his hips stutter and his cock twitches in your mouth, hot cum running down your throat.

You pull off him once he winces at the overstimulation. Your hips are still moving, your sopping cunt still dragging across the ridges of Steve’s boots.

“You close honey?” Steve asks, a little hint of pity lacing his tone. You whine when he begins to mock you.

Three more thrusts of your hips and you’re coming undone, panties now soaked with your release and seeping onto his cowboy boot. You slump forward when you’ve finished riding out your high, face resting on his thigh mere inches from his now softening cock. His hand pets your hair, letting you rest there for a while before breaking the silence.

“These pants are still wet darlin, need to change,” he taps your cheek, causing you to rise from the spot in his lap and pull yourself off of his boot. You wince when you disconnect from him, blushing when you see the wet spot you left on the leather. Steve however, props his foot up on the ottoman that you were just wedged between and admires the slick spot on his boot-proud of what you’d done to him.

“Might keep it there,” You whine at his words, embarrassed you’d just come undone so easily for him.

“Hey- don’t pout,” he says as he gets up, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he does so. Tall frame towering over yours, his hand coming to brush your unkempt hair out of your face.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, pushing down his pants and stepping out of them. He digs around for a pair of boxers before turning and offering you a pair.

“Figured you’d soaked your-uh,”

“Panties?”

“You just had me ride your boot, now you’re shy about my wet panties?” you question, a small smirk forming on your lips as you take the pair of boxers from him.

Now he turns bright red, cheeks flushing at the mere talk of your underwear.

“I’m a gentleman, Dandy,” you roll your eyes, mumbling a soft, “not in the sheets” as you walk by him.

“Come on mudslinger, let's get dressed. I’ll make us some lunch once we get downstairs,”

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chvnnie · 2 years

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stray kids as dads

skz ot8 x reader

word count: 13.9k (1k-2k per member)

genre: fluff, some suggestive content, a dash of angst with minho - MINORS DNI

warnings: illness (stomach bug - chan), mentions of birth, jisung gets a lil mopey, mentions of food, almost oral (seungmin, fem receiving), it's just really fluffy tbh. if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: a day in the life of dad stray kids

a/n: i have baby fever and i'm making it everyone's problem. also sometimes i write fluff - this brought me lots of comfort so i hope it does for you as well.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents stray kids members as people or the band as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess

Bang Chan

When you’re expecting, everyone tells you to get all the sleep you can, because it’ll be a while before you get a full night’s sleep again. All these things about “sleep when the baby sleeps” or “you won’t ever be able to catch up”. In Chan’s case, he found the lack of sleep the easiest part of parenting. He never slept anyway, what difference did a baby make?

Chan functions best between the hours of midnight and 5 am, which made him the obvious choice to take over night time feedings/diaper changes. You were exhausted, Chan wasn’t, so what was the point in waking you up?

He spent most nights in his home studio after you fell asleep, keeping the baby monitor on full volume so he could run back upstairs when needed. Most nights, when the baby stirred, he would just take them back down to the studio with him, snuggling as he worked until they fell back asleep.

It was a great routine, and Chan was almost sad when all his kids started sleeping through the night. There was no need for a monitor in his studio anymore, nobody waking up for a midnight snack or just some cuddles - he wasn’t really needed at night anymore. Chan went to his home studio less and less at night, trying to adjust to everyone else’s sleep schedule. There were some positives to this; he got to fall asleep with you now instead of after you, he never missed family breakfast anymore, he got to take his kids to school. Following everyone else’s routine was better in the long run.

Even though he missed the one on one time he got with his kids. There was something special about those late night snuggles that he wasn’t able to recreate.

A stomach bug entered the Bang household suddenly and aggressively. It started with the oldest daughter. Chan got a call from her piano teacher to come pick her up from practice, saying that she had been vomiting aggressively for the past ten minutes. He broke many traffic laws racing to his daughter's school, and then just as many to get to the ER, just to be told it’s just a really shitty stomach bug.

The bug then began to bounce around, hitting his youngest daughter next. For two days, Chan ran between the girls’ bedrooms, bringing soup, gatorade, crackers - whatever they needed, he was right there to help him. He wanted to help them feel better while keeping you and the baby away from the bug. The last thing he wanted was for either of you to get sick. So, it made sense that the next person to get sick was himself.

Chan slept on the floor of the bathroom the first night. The tile was so cool against his body, which was so hot. He opened every window in your bedroom to try and cool his body off as he laid immobilized on the bed. The second day, you came in and shut the windows.

“I understand you’re hot, Chan, but it’s snowing outside.”

With all the strength he could muster, he rushed you out of the bedroom. The top floor of the house was ground zero, and now knowing first hand how awful this bug was, he wanted you as far away from him as possible.

The third day, Chan began to feel better. He was able to make it to the bathroom without having to stop for a break, and could successfully hold down soup. With the girls fully recovered, and Chan more than halfway there, he began to feel optimistic that the bug would skip over you.

Then, the baby got sick.

Within the next 10 hours, you started to vomit.

Chan was moved out of the bedroom and into his home studio so you and the baby could quarantine in there. From what Chan could tell, you got the worst of it. The first night he sat next to you while you sobbed into the toilet, afraid to leave because you didn’t know when the nausea was going to hit again. You could barely pick your son up, who weighed at least 10 pounds less than both the girls did at 15 months. Every time he cried, you would cry harder, feeling both miserable and guilty, like you were the one who got him sick.

The only positive was that both you and the baby slept, and slept hard. The physical exhaustion from vomiting and sweating all day meant you both were getting at least 12 hours a night. That was the only time Chan would leave your side, wandering down to the couch in his home studio.

Chan tried really, really hard to fall asleep that night. He took melatonin, drank sleepy time tea, even wore an eye mask to make sure it was completely dark. He just couldn’t shut his brain off. It was jumping all over the place - from worrying about you, to coming up with new track ideas. He couldn’t calm down enough to go to sleep.

Chan removed the eye mask to check the time on his phone. 11:00. He had been trying to fall asleep for 45 minutes without success.

“Fuck it.” He mumbled to him before turning on the lights and powering up all his equipment.

If he couldn’t sleep, he sure as fuck could work.

///

2:45 am, and Chan was thanking whatever God he could that Jisung’s sleep schedule was just as fucked up as his.

“I just finished the hook for this track, if you want to give it a listen.” Jisung’s groggy voice filled the empty studio. “If you’re too tired, I get it. Just thought you might want to-“

“Nah, man. I’m wide awake. Send it.” Chan said, clicking open his email to get ready for the track.

He listened to Jisung’s keyboard click as he waited. “Sent. Everyone in your house still feeling bad?”

The notification popped up before Chan could even refresh the page. “Almost everyone. The girls are feeling better, for the most part. I still feel a bit nauseous but not bad. Not as bad as…”

“Yeah, no, we got it too.” Jisung sighed. “I’m the only one who hasn’t started throwing up, so I’ve been on newborn duty.”

Chan smiled to himself, remembering when his kids were that small and the long nights spent together in the same room he was in now. “That was my favorite part.”

“Of course it was. You never sleep, it makes sense for you to take on the night shift.”

“I mean, true. But god, the alone time with them? The way their weight felt against my chest as they slept while I worked? There’s nothing like it. I miss it.”

Jisung chuckled softly. “I get that. Being needed is always nice.”

The conversation ended there, as Chan pulled up the track to review it. He smiled while listening to it; Jisung never produced a bad track, even if he hated hearing it.

“Ji, man. You just get better everyday.” Chan said as soon as the track ended.

“Shut the fuck up. The beat at 15 seconds sounds funny-“

“It’s different, but it flows well with the rest of the song.” Chan saved the track to his computer. “I want to play around with it a bit but I doubt there’s any adjustments I need to make. It’s fucking good.”

He could hear Jisung getting flustered on the other end of the phone. “You can change whatever you need. I have some other-“ his friend was cut off by a sudden wailing noise in the background. “Again? She literally fell asleep an hour ago- Ah, Channie, I gotta go.”

Chan smiled, feeling slightly envious of his friend. “Go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Jisung gave a quick goodbye before he ended the call, leaving Chan alone in silence. He pulled Jisung’s track back up, deciding to start messing around with it now. Maybe he could get it back to him before 5:00-

Chan was so caught up in the track that he didn’t hear the basement door close, or the thumping of tiny feet against the hardwood floor. He didn’t even notice his youngest daughter sneaking into the studio, dark, curly hair clinging to her face, a kangaroo doll clutched to her chest. He didn’t know she was there until he felt something tugging on his shirt sleeve.

Chan whirled around, spooked by the sudden movement. “Jesus Christ- oh. Jellybean, you scared me.” Chan said with a laugh. “What are you doing awake?”

She sniffled, and then Chan realized she had been crying. “I had a nightmare, Papa.”

“Oh, baby.” Chan scooped his daughter up, gathering her in his arms. His fingers found her hair, slowly threading them through it in an attempt to calm her down. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head as she squeezed Chan tighter. “Just want Papa.”

“I’m right here, love.” Chan slowly moved the chair back and forth in a rocking motion, like he would do when they were babies. He kissed the top of her head, sweaty from sleep. As long as she needed him, he would stay, holding her against his chest.

“I have to do some work, Jellybean, but you can stay here with me if you want?” Chan whispered, pulling his chair back into the desk.

Sniffling, your daughter gave a small yes, determined to stay until she was certain there wasn’t anything lurking in her closet like her dreams had made her believe.

Chan played Jisung’s track at a low volume, adding some minor adjustments. He felt his daughter’s heart rate slow down, her sniffling stop, and he was almost certain she was asleep until she spoke again:

“Papa make this?”

“I wish. It sounds good, right?” She nodded her head in response. “Uncle Ji made it.”

He felt her smile softly against his chest. “Pretty.”

“It is pretty.”

His daughter moved her head to look up at her father. “Uncle Ji has a new baby, right?”

“Mhm. Baby girl.”

“Can we see baby soon?“

Chan smiled down at his daughter before pressing a kiss against her forehead. “When mommy and bubba feel better, we can go over and meet the baby.”

She smiled for the first time that early morning as she thought about holding the new baby. She nuzzled back into her father’s chest and said: “I like babies.”

“Babies are great.”

“I wish I was still a baby. Like Bubba. Or Uncle Ji’s baby.”

“Well, you may not be a baby. But, you’re my baby.”

“I like being your baby.”

Chan felt his heart swell as he squeezed his daughter.

Babies were fun. That bonding time Chan had with all his kids was fun. But this? This was so much better.

Lee Minho

Minho had been looking forward to this trip for weeks.

He had “spontaneously” planned it about a month ago after a long phone call with his mom. His parents didn’t live too far away from you guys; in fact, you often saw them once a week for family dinners. But, within the last few months, you all saw less and less of each other; weekly family dinners turning into monthly, if you’re lucky. The loss of family time had made his mom sad, and Minho shared that sentiment. He was close to his family, and not seeing them enough brought his mood down considerably.

After the phone call ended, Minho made his way to your shared bedroom. The bedroom tv softly played reruns of your comfort show, filling the otherwise dark room with soft blue tones. You were sitting with your back against the headboard, comforter bunched at your waist, breast pump humming softly. Minho shut the bedroom door quietly, causing your attention to shift from the tv to him.

You gave your husband a gentle smile, the same smile that made him fall in love with you all over again, and made grabby hands at him. Minho quickly dove into the bed, pushing his lower body under the duvet and resting his head in your empty lap.

Your right hand found his hair, threading your fingers through it slowly. Minho’s body visibly relaxed.

“Everything alright? You were on the phone for a while.”

Minho sighed sadly. “Yeah. Yeah, everything’s fine. I just miss my parents.”

“Me too, my love.” You said with a pout. “Did you invite them over for dinner this week?”

“I did, but dad has a work thing he can’t get out of.” Minho’s legs intertwined with yours as he tried to bring you closer to his body.

You two sat in silence for a bit. Minho felt his eyes grow heavy as you continued to play with his hair. Nobody had ever played with his hair before you. The first time you did it was at the beginning of your relationship, when he had had a really shitty day. You had held his head to your shoulder as he cried into it, one hand running up and down his spine while the other found his head. Ever since then, Minho sought your hands for comfort any time he was upset. He could always feel the tension leaving his body once your nails raked against his head. He felt safe and loved in your hands. You protected him.

“Min.” You whispered, removing your hand from his hair. “Can you move for just a second? I need to take the pump off.”

Minho rolled off your lap and onto his pillow, watching you as you carefully removed the full bags. His eyes drifted from your breast to the bassinet right next to the bed.

“When did she fall asleep?”

“About 45 minutes into your phone call.” You placed the sealed bags on your bedside table. “She was not very happy with me, though.”

“She’s never very happy with you.”

You chuckled softly, causing the corner of Minho’s lips to twitch up slightly. “She never is, is she? She definitely prefers you.”

“Ah, don’t say that-“

“I never said I was upset about it.” Pump off, you pulled yourself out of the bed in search of Minho’s shirt you slept in. “I love how much she loves you, because I love you just as much.”

Minho smiled, eyes never leaving the bassinet. He never thought he was capable of love until he met you, and then he didn’t think could love any deeper until she came along. She had smiled at him first. She had laughed at him first. He had always wished he had a sibling, but now he finally understood why some parents choose not to have more children; one was enough.

She was enough.

You finally found your shirt, quickly putting it on and grabbing the bags of milk. “I’m going to put these in the garage freezer, then we can go to bed. Sound good?”

You had slipped out of the room before Minho could respond, but it was okay. His thoughts were too focused on his daughter, what it felt like to be a parent, to be her parent.

God, he missed his parents.

By the time you made it back to the bedroom, Minho was running you through his idea. He had two weeks of unused vacation time, and you hadn’t left the city since the baby was born three months ago. You both needed a vacation, and Minho needed more family time. He would call his mom in the morning and run the dates by her, making sure they were okay with a two week visit.

And of course they were.

Every morning, on his way out the door, Minho would kiss your forehead, smother the baby with kisses, and shout how many days were left until your mini vacation.

“20 days!”

“13 days!”

“One week!”

“One more sleep!”

Before Minho knew it, you were making the short drive to his parents. Less than an hour without traffic, he planned to make it there before breakfast.

You sat in the passenger seat, knees up to your chest and leaning towards Minho. His hand rested firmly on your knee, rubbing his thumb in smoothing circles as he drove with one hand. The car was quiet; baby snoozing in her car seat, your playlist quietly filling the car, the morning summer sun warming the car slightly. In Minho’s opinion, it was the perfect day.

“My mom talked about taking Bubs to the zoo sometime this week.” Minho said, voice barely louder than the music.

“Hmm, that sounds like fun. I don’t think I packed her a hat, though.”

“Mom might have one. If not, we can always go out today and look for one. Dad said there’s this cute baby shop close by- FUCK.” Minho shouted, slamming on the brakes. His arm flew out in front of you, keeping you back against the seat.

If he hadn't been paying attention, he would have rear ended the car in front of him who hit the brakes just as hard as he did. The once quiet car was now filled with heavy panting, and loud cries of your daughter who woken from the sudden stop and Minho’s cursing.

“Bubs.” You panted, unbuckling your seatbelt and throwing yourself into the backseat. Quickly buckling her, scooping her into your chest and shushing her as you rocked her back and forth.

Minho was frozen. His arm that braced you still slung over the center console, his other hand gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. His body, once warm from the summer sun, was now ice cold with fear.

Nothing had happened; it looked like it was just an early morning traffic jam. Someone in front of him hadn’t been paying attention and slammed on their brakes too late, causing a domino effect. Causing him to slam on his brakes so he didn’t hit a car.

It could have been so much worse.

Minho shifted the car into park and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. Fuck, it felt so constricting. Turning around, he reached behind him to grab your hand.

“Is she okay?” He asked, wide eyes staring at his daughter’s head.

You nodded your head. “I think she just got scared.” He heard your voice crack. His eyes shot up to your face, watching hot tears stream quickly down your face. “Fuck, Minho, that could’ve been so bad.”

“Oh, no.” Fuck traffic laws. Minho crawled over the console into the backseat with you, his mind anywhere but the cars surrounding him. “Hey, no.” His thumbs wiped your face clean. “It’s just a traffic jam. We’re okay.” He pulled both of you into his arms, your face buried into his shoulder as you sobbed.

Minho brought a shaky hand up to your head and slowly began combing your hair with his fingers. He planted a kiss on your forehead, keeping up with the flow of his hands. Your fingers always made him feel safe, and now he needed to do the same for you.

“I'm here. I’m right here, love.”

///

You refused to leave the backseat for the rest of the trip. You leaned over your daughter’s car seat, hands going from her little feet, to touching her little head, to grabbing her chubby hands. This was where you needed to be - right by her side. Even if it was just a little scare, the fear that threatened to drown you wouldn’t leave. You knew eventually it would, but now? For now, you weren’t leaving.

Minho didn’t want to drive. He didn’t want to be separated from either of you. He needed to be next to you, to feel your heartbeat against his chest, to feel your hands in his hair. He needed to feel his daughter’s hand gripping his finger, needed to hear her giggle as he kissed her belly over and over.

The traffic jam didn’t cut much time off the trip - Minho was back on his route in a matter of minutes. He drove quickly, wanting to be out of the car and in your arms.

The moment he parked the car, he was out, running to the back of the car to open your door. Once he flung it open, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

In his head, Minho knew he was overreacting. It was a small traffic jam that was over quickly. If he had been by himself, he would’ve been pissed, but would’ve gotten over it before traffic even started moving again. But, he wasn’t by himself. You were in the car. She was in the car. And there was no way in hell he was going to let anything happen to either of you.

From her car seat, your daughter started to fuss. You turned around to grab her when Minho grabbed your arm.

“Let me.” He said, eyes brimming with tears. “Please.”

You nodded, sliding out of the car so he could climb in and grab her.

Her eyes were still shut, small baby fists up by her face as she tried to stretch the sleepy out. Minho smiled to himself, tears finally falling, as he pulled her out of her car seat.

“Oh, hi my girl.” He whispered. Your daughter, hearing her father’s voice, slowly cracked her eyes open. “I missed you.”

The baby yawned in response, nuzzling herself deeper into her father’s chest. Minho chuckled, leaning down and kissing all over her small face. The baby wiggled, and he swore she was trying to push him away with her tiny little hands. But, Minho didn’t stop. He kissed all over her face, blowing raspberries on her cheeks until she released a shriek like baby laugh.

Minho felt your chin rest on his shoulder, looking down at her. He blew one last raspberry on her belly this time, just to get her to laugh again.

You laughed with your baby. “Oh Bubs, is daddy so silly?”

She giggled in response, nuzzling back into his chest.

Minho was so caught up in his daughter that he didn’t even hear his mother approach the car.

“I thought I heard a car door!”

You turned around, running up to your mother-in-law. “Oh, hi, mom.”

Minho looked up to see you two hug, exchanging “I missed you”s and comments on new haircuts. The baby in his arms squirmed, ready for more attention from her father.

“Do I hear a baby?”

Minho smiled at his mom, then looked back down at his daughter, who was staring at him like he hung the stars.

She didn’t even know he felt the same about her.

As his mom’s voice grew closer, Minho felt safe. Minho felt loved. Minho felt comforted.

It was how he always felt with you and Bubs around, and his mom just added more warmth to those feelings. You two were his safety.

You two were his home.

Seo Changbin

Sundays.

A day for sleeping in.

A day for getting those last minute chores done before the new work week begins.

A day for easy dinners and family tv show nights.

Most families would say Sundays are their favorite day of the week. Sundays are easy, Sundays are quiet, Sundays are peaceful.

For Changbin, he would say it depends on the season. Because spring Sundays were anything but easy, quiet, and peaceful.

If he slept past 6:30 on a spring Sunday, he could go ahead and count the day as a loss, because there was no way he was coming back from that. All three kids were typically awake by 7:15, the twins grouchy and hungry as Bin tries to get them dressed for the day. You typically took baby duty; he preferred you to your husband and was struggling with dependency issues. Besides, Changbin would much rather tackle the two snappy seven year olds than let you navigate the absolute chaos that was the oldest boys.

The night before, Changbin set multiple alarms to make sure he woke up before you. Sundays were his busiest days, and he wanted to sneak a workout in before the chaos erupted in his household.

The problem with alarms is, no matter how many he sets, he will always sleep through them.

However, he was proud of himself today. He woke up on the third alarm instead of the sixth like usual. For a brief second, he thought this Sunday would be easier than all the other Sundays of this month.

Rolling over in the bed, he reached out for you only to be greeted by cold bed sheets. Changbin quickly sat up, thoroughly confused. He was sure he would be the first to wake up. After all, why would you be awake before him, at 5:45 on a Sunday? He cursed at himself under his breath as he hoisted himself out of bed and threw on the first pair of sweatpants he could find. This shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have been awake before him, and he wanted to know why you were.

The moment Changbin stepped outside of your shared bedroom, he felt his foot press against something strong and sharp. He leaned against the door, hissing in pain as he picked up his foot to investigate what the hell he had just blindly stepped on.

“Goddamn cleats.” He cussed, kicking the shoe out of his way. How many times did he have to remind the boys to leave their shoes at the front door?

“Seo Changbin, shut UP.” He heard you hiss from the kitchen.

The kitchen?

At 5:45?

Limping slightly, he made his way to the kitchen. On the short walk there, Changbin found himself running into more things: his left big toe stubbed against a bat, he felt a pacifier squish under his foot, one of the twins’ many reusable water bottles almost made him slip and fall on the hardwood.

Changbin used to think he was envious of the people who got to clean on Sundays. Now he realized, as he stepped on the cleat matching the one in front of your bedroom door, he really fucking hated those people.

He was ready to curse everyone who had an easy Sunday until he saw you, and finally realized why you were the first one up.

Your hair was tied messily back, strands falling in front of your face as you supported the youngest of your three sons with one hand and used the other to peel oranges. The youngest had his eyes closed, nestled into your chest as he softly ate. Your shirt (that you had stolen from Changbin within your first year together and refused to return) was wet with a mixture of orange juice and baby spit up. You were frazzled, overworked, and exhausted.

And now, Changbin was upset he overslept for a different reason.

“Baby, why are you awake?” Changbin asked, rushing over to your side to grab the orange you were about to drop.

Once he grabbed it, you leaned against the fridge to support your weight. The baby weighed more than the twins and you were exhausted from supporting him with one arm for so long. “Bean was fussing, so I got up to go check on him and feed him. As I was doing that, I checked my phone and saw a reminder text that it’s our turn to bring snacks to the t-ball game this afternoon. I totally fucking forgot, Changbin. I tried to put him back to sleep, but with his dependency issues and cluster feeding, he wouldn’t let me put him down, so I brought him out here with me.” Your head hit the fridge door with a thud. “I only got three oranges peeled before I heard you yelling.”

Changbin felt his heart sink. He had spent so much time this morning grumbling about being behind schedule when you had been doing all this work by yourself. To say he felt like an asshole would be an understatement. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

You waved your hand as if to dismiss him. “You were sleeping so peacefully, and I knew we’d have a busy day today. I just wanted you to sleep.”

“First,” Changbin placed the orange on the kitchen island and closed the space in between you two, “always wake me up. You are far more important than any amount of sleep. Second, while I feel like such a fucking dick for letting you do this alone, I wanted to let you know how grateful I am for you. You are an amazing wife and an even better mother, and I couldn’t do this without you.” Changbin’s eyes drifted from your face to the baby attached to your chest. He had let go of your nipple, breathing heavily as he slept against your chest. “Third, you suck at peeling oranges. Let me take over. Go put Bean to bed and then yourself.”

“But, Changbin-“

“Nah, I don’t want to hear it. No kid is going to want to eat these oranges with a shitty peel job.” He playfully scoffed. “Who taught you how to do this? No wonder the twins never eat them when you pack them for lunch.”

Using your free hand, you playfully punched his shoulder. Changbin cried out in fake pain and dramatically grasped his shoulder, whining about how you injured his orange peeling arm.

“You’re obnoxious.” You whispered with a grin on your face.

“It’s been 10 years, you’re just noticing that?”

Laughing softly, you grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him in for a kiss. “I love and adore you.”

Changbin pecked your lips once, twice, and then a third time. “I love and adore you, too.”

He watched you walk out of the kitchen, heart swelling in adoration. You were like a superhero in his eyes - someone navigating the world with three loud, clingy boys and their equally clingy father with an abundance of grace. Changbin didn’t know how you did it, but he wanted to, because he never wanted you to have to go through this alone. The baby’s bedroom door shut, allowing Changbin to direct his attention to the half peeled orange in his hand.

He picked up one and glanced at the clock on the oven. 6:00 am. He had maybe an hour to get most of these oranges peeled before he had to start breakfast. There was no way he was going to let the twins go to their t-ball tournament without eating breakfast. Just like he wouldn’t let them go without sunscreen-

Sunscreen.

Shit.

That’s what he forgot to pick up at the store last night.

He aggressively picked at the orange, trying to peel them faster so he could slip away to the store before anyone else in his household woke up.

“Goddamn sunscreen.” He mumbled to himself.

Sundays in the Seo household were busy, loud, and chaotic.

But goddamn, did Changbin love Sundays.

Hwang Hyunjin

“Fuck.” Hyunjin mumbles under his breath as he takes a sharp left turn, barely missing the car speeding towards him. “Sorry!” He calls as the driver honked at him, as if they could hear his half ass apology.

The car pulled into a parking spot with a squeak, and Hyunjin barely turned the car off before throwing himself out of it. “Fuck.” He curses, yet again, locking the car before running inside. He was late. Like, late late. Hyunjin was never exactly “on time”, but he also was never this late. In his defense, he had lost track of time. It completely slipped his mind that it was Thursday.

There was a line at the clock out desk. He bit his lip and aggressively untied his ponytail, trying to distract himself before he started cursing in front of all the other parents at his daughter’s daycare. When it was his turn, his code didn’t work. Hands shaking with frustration, he pulled his phone out and quickly called you.

“Hyunjin-“

“What’s your code?” He slightly snapped.

“What code?”

“The code for Pumpkin’s school. What is it?”

“Our anniversary.”

“Which one?”

“Yah, Hwang Hyunjin-“

“We have like, five. Which one?” He hated when he lost his temper with you, and he knew he would be begging for forgiveness later tonight, but he was already going to have to apologize for how late he was.

“Wedding. 1027.” Your voice was laced with anger.

He quickly punched in the code and was rewarded with the click of the front door unlocking. “Thank you, honey.”

“Hurry, please.” You said and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

Fuck.

That was three.

When pregnant with Pumpkin, you were insistent on applying for daycares early. They made you nervous, and you wanted some place that you felt safe leaving your child. Hyunjin had remembered Chan talking about this preschool they looked at for his son - very prestigious, excellent reviews, very low acceptance rate. The website promised small class sizes, lots of one on one engagement, parent/teacher interactions daily. It was the perfect school. Five months pregnant, you two toured the school and immediately sent in your application. Hyunjin got the call offering Pumpkin a spot while he was driving you to the hospital. But, she had gotten in. Four years later, you and Hyunjin were still so in love with the school.

So, that’s why he felt bad for sprinting through it today.

He almost slid past Pumpkin’s classroom, leaning in to catch her attention.

“Yah, Hwang.” He said. Your daughter snapped her head around, braids he had put in this morning loose from a busy day of playing. “Let’s roll.”

Your daughter put the marker she was coloring with down before sprinting to her father. Hyunjin squated to catch her, picking her up and spinning her as he kissed all over the top of her head.

“Hey, Pumpkin. How was your day?”

Before your daughter could answer, her teacher popped up in the doorway. “We have some papers for you to take home and sign,” the teacher said, handing Hyunjin what he considered to be a small packet “if you could turn these into the office by Monday, that would be great.”

He nodded, quickly saying thank you. “Say bye, Pumpkin, we’ve got to go-“

“Oh, quickly, before you run off.”

It took everything Hyunjin had inside him not to sigh.

“We had a bit of trouble keeping our hands to ourselves today. We pulled our friend’s hair quite a few times and-“

Your daughter looked up at Hyunjin, face scrunched in disgust. “THEY started it. They touched me when I said NO.”

Fuck.

Four.

“That wasn’t kind of them not to listen, you’re right. But that doesn’t mean you can-“

“But it’s my body, and I said no. Mommy said I can always be mean if they don’t listen to my no-“

“I mean, you’re right-“

“So I can pull hair.”

“No.”

“Why?”

Hyunjin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As much as he wanted to deep dive into this topic, the clock was ticking and they had to go. Now.

Hyunjin grabbed his daughter’s backpack, forcing her to apologize to her teacher before running back down the hallway and out the front door. During the first few years of parenthood, Hyunjin struggled with car seats. He couldn’t figure out the buckles, had a hard time taking them out of the car, and, much to your horror, often forgot to take coats off before buckling in. That mistake he fixed quickly, but the others? It took him years to get it right and get it done in less than two minutes.

Today, however, he broke his record, buckling Pumpkin up and adjusting the chest clip in 30 seconds even. He would brag about that later. It was time to go.

///

The class had already started by the time Hyunjin and Pumpkin came barreling through the door. His daughter, spotting her brother, dropped the doll and made a beeline to him.

Hyunjin sighed, as he scanned the room for you. You were sitting against the back wall with the rest of the parents, still dressed in work clothes, hair bumpy from the bun it had sat in all day. Hyunjin stepped over the other parents, sliding down the open spot next to you. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead, but you moved your head before his lips could connect.

“Hey.” He whispered.

You shook your head. “You’re so late, Hyunjin.”

He sighed, bringing his pointer and middle finger up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I know, I’m sorry. Meetings ran long, and then I got caught up in the studio and completely lost track of time-“

“And then you snapped at me.”

“I did. I’m sorry. I was frustrated with myself for running late and lost my temper. I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin felt like shit. He should know by now; dance practice was every Thursday after school for both kids. You always picked up Bear, he always picked up Pumpkin. It was your family routine since they started dance class. Hyunjin had no excuse.

He stared at his kids who were smiling at each other, whispering about their days. They were best friends, and if Hyunjin thought about their relationship for longer than a few seconds, he would cry. He didn’t have siblings, so watching them love each other filled his heart with a joy he has never known.

“Bear had his timed math quiz today. Answered them all correctly.” You said, head leaning slightly towards your husband.

Hyunjin smiled. You did this often - you hated focusing on conflict for too long, and after apologies were given, you would switch the topic. You never held a grudge, especially against Hyunjin, and he was always grateful for your conflict management.

“Couldn’t have been me.” Hyunjin rested his head on yours, wanting to be closer to you. Typically, you both kept PDA to a minimum, especially at your children’s activities. Hyunjin, however, didn’t give a shit today. He needed to be closer to you. “I was awful at math.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into him more. “Same. I don’t know where he got that from.”

“Pumpkin pulled some kid’s hair today because they wouldn’t stop poking her. She said she told them no, and they wouldn’t stop, so she took matters into her own hands.”

“Good for her.”

“Right? We know where she got that from.” Hyunjin glanced down at you with a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm. “I always keep my hands to myself.”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop the loud laugh he released. The night you two had met, and the moment Hyunjin knew he needed to know you, he had watched you throw a drink in a man’s face. The man had been following your friend around all night, not taking no for an answer, and you had just gotten sick of it. When he approached your table for the fifth time that night, you had taken a sip of your vodka soda, then threw it right in his face. The man began to raise his voice at you and threatened you, while you just laughed at him crying over a little vodka in his eyes. Changbin had walked over to try to get the guy to leave you alone, and you had snapped at him, saying you could defend yourself. Eventually, the creep left. Changbin attempted to apologize to you by buying you a new drink, but you waved him off and gave him a quick apology of your own. It was then that Hyunjin went to retrieve his friend, sensing that you and your friends didn’t need another man hanging around your table. You had made eye contact with Hyunjin right as he grabbed Changbin’s arm.

“You don’t need to buy me a drink.” You had said to Changbin before looking at Hyunjin and smirking. “But if you wanted to, I wouldn’t stop you.”

So he bought you a drink.

And now you were watching your children stretch for their weekly dance class.

Hyunjin couldn’t be happier.

///

Bed time was the most draining part of Hyunjin’s day. It also happened to be bath night, which made the process longer and more complicated than Hyunjin would have liked it to be.

Pumpkin changed pajamas five times before she felt satisfied with the pair she had on. Hyunjin didn’t see what the difference was between this pair of polka dot pajamas and the other, but he was picking his battles. Finally climbing into bed, Hyunjin sat next to her, opening the first book she requested.

Midway through the book, Pumpkin looked up at her father. “Can you hold me, daddy?” Her voice was so soft, so gentle. How could he say no?

Collecting his daughter in his arms, he continued with the book. By the end of it, she was snoring - head against his right bicep, legs resting on his left arm, little hands gripping on his shirt as if she was afraid of him letting go. Hyunjin closed the book and let it fall to the floor, grabbing his daughter and holding her closer to his chest.

She wasn’t the snuggly kid. When Pumpkin no longer needed support, she rarely sought out hugs or cuddles. She just didn’t want it, and while he respected it, it had completely shattered his heart. He felt like she didn’t need him, and while he adored her independence, he just wanted to hold his daughter like he used to.

Hyunjin shifted lower in the small bed, trying to get more comfortable. He would sit like this just for a few more minutes. Then, he would lay her down, tuck her in, and crawl into bed with you.

Just a few more minutes of this.

Just a few.

///

Hyunjin’s eyes shot open when he felt someone playing with his hair.

“Hey. Want to come to bed?” You whispered, a soft smile on your face.

Wasn’t he in bed?

Why did the ceiling have stars on it?

Hyunjin turned his head to his left, where Pumpkin laid next to him. She had stretched out, but still had a tight grip on his shirt. The duvet covers were twisted and pushed to the middle of the bed, barely covering her little body. One of his legs hung off the side of the bed, foot brushing against the book he dropped earlier in the evening.

He brought a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“11:00.” You whispered. Fuck, he had been asleep a while then. “I didn’t want to bother you, but when I heard something fall, I figured it was time to wake you up.”

Something fell?

Hyunjin lifted his head to see his daughter’s alarm clock on the floor, numbers creating a pink hue on the carpet. He was too lanky for this small bed.

“I should probably…” his voice trailed off once he looked at his daughter again. Sleeping soundly. Eyes twitching as she dreamed. What was she dreaming about? He was dying to know what went on in her little head.

He looked back up at you, eyes hot with tears. “Can I stay here? Just for a bit longer.” His voice a shaky whisper.

You nodded before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

Hyunjin slowly reached down and grabbed the duvet cover, pulling it over both his and Pumpkin’s body. Pumpkin nuzzled into the warmth, head finding her father’s chest against. Carefully, he moved her slightly so he could fit his other leg on the bed.

She’s spunky. She stays ready to fight anyone who even looks at her wrong. She loves her brother more than Hyunjin ever thought someone could love a sibling. She’s funny, and loud, an absolute force. She looks just like him; big brown eyes, long black hair, always mimicking his disgusted face. She’s absolutely everything to him.

He placed a gentle kiss on her head, before allowing his eyes to shut. He was never leaving her side.

Han Jisung

Jisung is convinced he was made to be a father.

Nothing brings him more joy than caring for others or being needed. He loves when his younger friends, and sometimes older ones, rely on him for support or ask him for advice. He feels important, and likes that they see him as someone they can trust, who is always there for him.

So when you told him you were pregnant, he felt like running laps. It was a big show; first his eyes became saucers as he processed your news. Next came the jaw drop, quickly covered by his hands as he let out a soft screech. “Really?” He asked, and when you nodded, there was too much excitement in his body to stay still. Jisung jumped up from the bed, steps bouncy as he ran over to you, hugging you so tightly you had to warn him to be gentle.

“We’re having a baby.” He whispered in your ear.

The next time he said that sentence, it was more of a scream. So much so that Changbin, on the other side of the phone, cursed at him for being so loud and asked him to repeat himself. Jisung spent the next hour or so calling all of his friends, giddy about the fact that it was his turn to have a baby, and the best part about it? He gets to have a baby with you, the most important person in the world. The person who hung the stars, who holds the entire world in the palm of their hands. You. He gets to do this with you, and that’s all he could ask for.

By month three, he has the hospital bag packed (“We need to be prepared!” He said as he stuffed a quokka doll in the overpacked duffel bag). By month five, he had already read every new parent book he could find at the local bookstore. By month eight, you could place him in the middle of a delivery room and he would know exactly what to do. The amount of knowledge he retained in such a short amount of time was so impressive, and it really worked out in the end.

Your doctor commented that she had never had such a smooth delivery with a patient, and you really had Jisung to thank for it. Not only was he ready, but he knew how to keep you calm, how to support you and make sure you felt as prepared as he did. He helped you up from the bed, to the yoga ball, even to the inflatable pool, which is where you stayed until the baby was born not even an hour later. Sitting behind you in his swim trunks, Jisung held your hand, whispering encouraging words and repeated praises. You were magical, you were strong, and he was completely in awe of you.

His awe transferred over to your daughter. Your perfect, beautiful daughter with the squishiest cheeks anyone has ever seen. She had a full head of dark hair, and even though she was right out of the womb, she looked so much like Jisung it was almost scary. Copy and paste; she was his twin.

The obsession with her began when you told him you were pregnant, and only grew. Jisung practically lived with a baby carrier strapped to his chest, your daughter nuzzled against his chest as he went about his day. Be it the house or the studio, if Jisung was moving about, you could bet the baby was with him.

She was just as attached to him as he was her; the sound of his voice always made her big, brown eyes light up. She slept better when he put her down, did better in public spaces if he held her. They were inseparable, and it made your heart swell. You had front row seats to their love, often getting to be in the middle of their affection. The little family that everyone dreams of was your reality.

It was one of the rare days Jisung couldn’t take her to work with him; they were shooting all day, and frankly his stylist was over cleaning up baby spit up off his clothes. It broke your heart to see the way his eyes watered as lingered at the bedroom door to find an excuse to stay.

“Are you sure you feel well?” He asks you, trying to blink back his tears. “I can stay and make sure you get enough rest.”

You felt fine, there was no reason to ask that, but you could tell he was trying to find something to get him out of work. To let him stay home with his two favorite people in the world. “Ji.” You whisper, trying not to wake the baby asleep on your chest. “We’re going to be alright. Go to work, we’ll be here when you get back.”

He looks down at his feet, shoving shaky hands into his sweatpants. “I just miss you guys already.” And though you can’t see his face clearly, you know the tears have broken, a little sniffle accompanied by his confession.

A promise to FaceTime him later (more than once) is what finally gets him out the door after you kiss his tears away. Leaving her, leaving you, never gets easier. The older your daughter got, the harder it was to be away from her. Especially in such a heavy developmental stage; he was so scared he would miss big moments.

He had missed the first him she rolled over, and the day she started crawling. When he laid next to her on the ground during tummy time, it shocked him when she proceeded to crawl on top of him instead of staying still. Jisung turned his head to you as you stood by the couch.

“I was about to show you the video, but I guess she beat me to it.” You said with a giggle, dropping to the floor next to him to lay with them. She crawled fully onto Jisung’s chest, chubby baby hands grabbing his cheeks and squishing them between her little fingers. And while he was so proud of her, so excited to feel her death grip on his cheeks, he couldn’t help but feel sad that he missed seeing it first.

All day on set, he looked forward to your calls, praying that he didn’t miss anything exciting. So far the day seemed normal, if not dull. You called as you made breakfast, and he watched her refuse a spoonful of mashed pears.

“She doesn’t like them.” He said, eyes shut as they worked on his makeup. “I told you that, but you never listen-“

“She eats them for you!” You said, and he can hear his daughter fussing as you attempt to try again.

“Yeah, well she likes me best.”

When you huffed, he laughed, eyes opening just enough to see a playful pout on your face as you abandoned the pears and tried applesauce instead. You opened your mouth, mimicking the action you wanted the baby to make as you closed in with the spoon. When her lips wrapped around the yellow plastic, you smiled brightly, turning to the camera.

“She never eats applesauce for you.”

He shakes his head, chuckling softly. “Fine, she likes you better.”

“Thanks, I know.”

Both you and Jisung went about your days, him sneakily looking at his phone on set to see if there were any updates. He smiled at the selfies you sent, at the video of her gripping onto your hair and practically ripping it out, and at a clip of her watching one of his music videos, focused on him any time he was on screen. She giggled any time she heard his voice, inching closer to the screen as if she could reach him.

God, he wanted to be home.

Around dinner time, they finally started to wrap up, each member just as antsy to get home to their own families. Jisung was the first one changed and out the door, unable to slow down until he pulled into your neighborhood. The car was barely turned off before he barreled out of it, kicking his shoes off at the garage door and haphazardly throwing his backpack down next to them. Nothing was more important than seeing you two.

He found you in the master bathroom, leaning over the tub that was filled with an abundance of toys, but little water. You were singing to the baby, who was giggling loudly as you gently scrubbed shampoo into her thick hair.

Good. He hadn’t missed much of bath time.

“Hey.” Jisung said, walking over to the tub and kneeling down beside you. You turned to face your fiancé, smiling happily at his arrival. His lips gently brushed against yours, melting away every ounce of worry and stress the day had brought him.

“Hi.” You mumbled before giving him another kiss. “Sorry, I would’ve waited for you but somebody-“ you dramatically turned your head, playfully narrowing your eyes at your daughter, who giggled at the quick almost movement. “-decided she wanted to spit dinner up allllllll over herself.”

Jisung gasped loudly, pulling more laughs out of the child, who seemed too proud of herself. “Not my Squish.”

“Oh, your Squish.” Your own laughs were added in this time, unable to keep a straight face any longer. “Can you hang out with her for a minute? I forgot to grab a towel from her bathroom.”

Silly question - of course he was going to say yes.

Rolling up his sleeves, Jisung took over the bath time routine, clicking his tongue as he turned on the tap for fresh water. “Were you a pain today for mama?”

The smile on her face, which was often compared to his own mischievous smile, was telling enough. Covering his daughter’s eyes, Jisung rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, double checking that it was gone before grabbing a rag. Squeezing the soap onto it, he caught her staring at him. Almost a year old, and everyday, he falls in love with her all over again.

God, what did Jisung do to get so lucky?

“Alright, Squish.” Jisung said once the soap was lathered enough. “Ready for dada to-“

“Dada.”

“Huh?”

The rag dropped into the tub, the impact creating a small splash. Blinking, he stared at his daughter, who was ecstatic about the bubbles created by the rag at her feet. He knows he heard her wrong. There was no way she just-

“Say that again?” Jisung asked, completely forgetting that she’s a baby and isn’t capable of speaking on command.

But, she shocked him again. “Dada.” Blinking at him, she reached out for him while babbling his name over and over.

Jisung scrambled to find his phone before he remembered it was in his bag by the garage. Fuck, you need to hear this. He doesn’t want you to miss this-

“Did you wash her body yet?”

“Dada.”

You paused in your tracks, eyes darting from your daughter to Jisung. “Did she just-“

“She did.” He said, wide eyes still staring at the baby, who, much like her father, could not stop talking.

“Dada, dada, dada-“

The towel is abandoned on the ground as you run over to the tub, dropping down to your original position. Side by side, you and Jisung kneeled over the tub, staring at the baby.

“That’s her first word, Ji.” You whisper, reaching out to unfasten her from the bath seat. She didn’t stop talking, even as you pulled her out. Squirming, she reached out for Jisung, calling his name over and over until he took her from your arms.

He took her from you, shirt soaked as the baby settled in his arms. Awestruck, he rubbed her back, listening to her words because more of a babble, but it was impossible for him not to hear it. He was her first word.

You smiled at him, a hand falling to his cheek and redirecting his attention. When he looked at you, he saw the joyful tears in your eyes, saw the pure adoration you had for the two of them. “I’m so glad you’re home, Ji.”

Lee Felix

People always seemed surprised to find out Felix was a stay at home dad. Before having kids, he was very devoted to his job, often working later hours than necessary and bringing work home with him. He enjoyed his job, but he knew you did as well. So as soon as you surprised him with three sticks and a little stuffed chick, he told his boss that his last day was your due date.

Sure, he loved his job. But he loved you more.

That’s why he was now, very happily, standing in the kitchen making pancakes at 9 am. The five month old slept soundly in the fabric carrier against his chest. Little baby snores filled his ears along with the sound of your three year old’s crayons scraping across her coloring book.

“Bug, what do you want in your pancakes?” Felix softly called.

Your daughter hummed as she thought, then loudly exclaimed: “Chocolate chips!”

Felix laughed and shook his head, grabbing a handful of the semisweet chips and sprinkling them over the pancake.

“Extra, please!”

“Ah, you know you can’t have that much chocolate in the morning.”

She tsked, and for a brief second, Felix wasn’t sure if he was talking to you or your daughter. “But it’s a no school day. Please, daddy?”

Felix was nothing if not whipped.

Laughing softly, he grabbed a small handful and turned to look at your daughter.

“Fine, but don’t tell your mom, okay?”

Your daughter grinned as she nodded in agreement.

Felix swears up and down that she’s a carbon copy of you. From her jaw structure to her hair, all the way to her nose - when he looks at her, he sees you. From the moment he held her, he saw you. If possible, that made him love her even more.

But that smile? That was his. She had his smile, and that was enough for him.

Breakfast went smoothly. Felix decided to save the chocolate chips for your daughter and put blueberries in his. She squealed when she noticed the jar of homemade whipped cream he had placed in the middle of the table (“I helped daddy make this!”) and ended up waking her brother. Somehow, Felix juggled feeding the baby and feeding himself while keeping chocolate (mostly) off your daughter.

Typically, after breakfast, everyone would change out of their jammies into day time clothes. It helped Felix feel more productive, and if they ever needed to leave, he wouldn’t have to wrestle a three year old out of the too-small dinosaur onesie she refuses to take off. Felix decided to switch things up this morning, allowing your daughter to camp out on the living room floor with as many stuffed animals as she wanted and let her watch a movie before they went on their afternoon walk.

Felix enjoyed the simplicity of these kinds of mornings.

Not even halfway through Moana, your daughter was softly snoring at his feet. Felix sat with his back against the couch, on the floor with his children. To his right was the baby, staring up at the dim living room lights from the nursing pillow he was rested on.

“Whatcha looking at, little bug?” He asked in a whisper. The baby’s eyes moved quickly from the lights to his father, staring brightly up at him.

If your daughter had his smile, the smallest child had his eyes. Felix would never grow tired of looking into them.

“Mommy should be home soon.” Felix grabbed the child’s covered foot, shaking it lightly. “She should be here before we go on our walk. Should she come with us?” His fingers danced up the baby belly, softly tickling the sides. “Hm? Do you want mommy to go on a walk with us?”

Your son’s giggles filled the living room, smiling widely as his father tickled him.

That smile? That was yours. And that was Felix’s favorite feature.

Felix was so caught up on making his son laugh that he didn’t hear the front door open. He didn’t hear the way you kicked off your shoes, exhausted from your flight in. He didn’t see you slowly tiptoe into the living room, not wanting to interrupt the giggle party.

He was laughing with his son, smothering the soft baby face with small kisses. Your son squealed, loving every bit of the attention he was getting from his father.

You would hate to interrupt, but you didn’t want to be left out of the party, either.

“What are you two giggly boys doing?” You asked, leaning over the couch to peek at them.

Your son, seeing your head pop up above him, giggled harder. His stubby hands reached up, wanting to be in your embrace. Quickly, you climbed over the couch and sat next to Felix, scooping the baby up and smothering his face with kisses.

“Oh, I missed you so much baby bug.” You said with a content sigh, squeezing your baby into your chest, determined to never let him go.

Felix pressed a soft kiss against the side of your forehead. “Hey, love.”

You smiled, turning to fully face him. He was so close you could count his freckles. “Hi.”

Felix’s left hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Leaning into his touch, you sighed. Your work took you to many places, but no place felt as warm as here did. No place felt as comfortable. As soon as your plane landed at a new destination, you were always ready to leave.

Because any place without Felix, without your babies, wasn’t a place worth being.

Felix kisses you deeply, hand holding your chin steady. He tasted like whipped cream and coffee, smelled like baby soap and his cologne. He brought both hands to your face to kiss you deeper. He wanted you to feel how much he loved you. How much he missed you.

Whenever someone asked Felix why he chose to stay home with his children, the answer was always an easy one.

“I love you.” You whispered against his lips.

He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose.

Because nothing, no job, no person, no place, would ever mean more to him-

“I love you, more.”

Your hand softly touched his cheeks, ready to go in for another kiss, when you heard movement at your feet.

-than the three of you do.

“Mommy?” Your daughter asked, voice groggy with sleep. She crawled up both yours and Felix’s legs, burying her face in your lap.

You smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears as she fell back asleep.

“You know,” you whispered, careful not to disrupt the peace, “she looks like you.”

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin firmly believes you can never be too prepared.

Car won’t start? Don’t worry, Seungmin has jumper cables and his mechanic on speed dial if he can’t get it started for you. Forgot your headphones for a five hour flight? Not sweat; he brought three extra pairs just in case. Stupid hangnail bothering you? Give him a second to find the spare set of clippers he always has. And don’t worry, they’re sanitized after every use.

If anything, you could say that Seungmin is over prepared.

But isn’t it better that way? No more stressing, trying to figure out how to handle a situation that’s just been thrown at you. If Seungmin is there, you have nothing to worry about, because he’s ready. His backup plans have backup plans. You can rest easy knowing he is prepared for the absolute worst at any moment.

Well, every moment, except one.

He knew about your pregnancy before you did. His phone had notified him that your new cycle was due, so he waited for your typical period requests.

“Can we just order in tonight?”

“I ate the last of the popcorn, could you go out and grab more?”

“Minnie, could you pretty please run a hot bath for me?”

As always, he was prepared.

But when days passed with no requests, Seungmin began to think it wasn’t coming.

He came home with two boxes, four tests in total. You were confused - your period was only five days late. It wasn’t that big of a deal. But, knowing how your husband always wants to be prepared, you agreed to take the tests.

You two sat crisscross on the bathroom floor across from each other, tests face down. When the alarm went off, you grabbed two each, counted down from three, and flipped them at the same time.

Four VERY positive tests.

And thus, the baby prep began.

Seungmin read every book he could get his hands on, from what to expect during birth to early childhood development textbooks. He researched different ways to give birth, took notes, and thoroughly discussed every option with you. He watched so many birthing videos, he could probably deliver a baby himself. Seungmin asked all the right questions at every appointment without overstepping, listened to you about what you felt was best, and made sure he was ready for a baby to come at any moment.

The hospital bag was packed at twelve weeks. The nursery? Up at twenty weeks and finished within a day, with the help of Seungmin’s friends.

“Why do I have to build the crib? It’s not my baby.” Jisung whined from the nursery floor.

“Shut up and hand me the screwdriver.” Changbin replied.

Kim Seungmin, prepared for anything.

You were late and growing more frustrated by the day. The back pains were almost unbearable, you bend over to tie your shoe, and why, for the love of god, were you dripping in sweat in the middle of January?

Your doctor set a date for induction, even though you fought her on it.

“We’ll schedule it just in case.” She said, helping you off the exam table. “If he comes sooner, great, but we need to be prepared in case he needs some help.”

“I just would rather him come when he’s ready.”

Your doctor smiled sympathetically at you. “I understand. This is just a backup plan. I can give you some tips on how to naturally induce labor so we can try to avoid medically inducing it.”

And of course, Seungmin made sure you tried every single suggestion.

He even worked them into your nightly routine.

Before dinner, you two would take a 20 minute walk. Seungmin made dinner extra spicy every night, making sure you ate an entire jalapeño pepper with every meal.

And of course, the most effective method: sex.

All the time. Everywhere. Any chance you both got, Seungmin was on you. In the shower, on the couch, in the studio; Seungmin was happy to help you get this baby out.

Even with all his hard work, you were no closer to labor than you were at your last appointment.

Two days until your induction date, and Seungmin’s fingers were lightly tracing circles on the inside of your thigh.

“We don’t have to.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your belly.

“I want to.” You said, lightly grabbing his hand. “I want to try.”

Seungmin smiled gently at you, picking up your hand and pressing a firm kiss against it. “I love you.” He whispers, dropping your hand and returning to your thighs. Picking your leg up, he rested your foot on his shoulder and began to pepper kisses on the inside of your thigh. “You’re incredible.” His other hand slowly worked up your other thigh, drawing closer and closer to where you wanted him. “There’s no one else I rather do this with.” Seungmin places one last kiss on your thigh before lowering it down and bringing his head closer towards the middle of your thighs.

“So pretty.” He whispered, then slowly brought two fingers up to your clit.

Then, you screamed.

Seungmin sat up quickly to look at you. He was used to you screaming when he was in between your legs, but this scream was different. It sounded like you were in pain.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, searching your face to try to figure out what happened.

Then, he saw it.

The way you were holding your belly, head thrown back, teeth grinding against each other.

“Fuck.” Seungmin exclaimed, scrabbling out of bed to find his sweatpants. “Fuck, where are my clothes?”

You had read the books with Seungmin, you had watched the videos. You thought you knew what was coming. But, you were never quite as prepared as your husband.

“Fuck, Seungmin, it hurts.” You cried, looking for something to grasp onto.

He had successfully found his pants, grabbing yours before he rushed back to your side.

Squatting by your head, Seungmin grabbed one of your hands and used his other hand to brush the hair that dropped in front of your face back. “Hey, hey, I’m right here. Breathe with me, okay?”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I can’t, Seungmin. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll count, okay?”

You squeezed his hand tightly, focusing on the sound of his voice and the way his breath felt against your neck. The contraction slowly faded out once he hit the twentys.

Seungmin kissed the side of your forehead. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. “Let me help you get dressed. It’s time to have a baby.”

///

Seungmin expected your labor to last longer. Within an hour of checking in and moving you into a room, your contractions grew in length and the time between shorten. You were pushing before you could even ask for an epidural.

Seungmin never left your side (not that he would even consider it). He held your hand with both hands, encouraging you to squeeze as hard as you needed to. He counted breaths with you, encouraged you, and kept you stable during the entire process.

A few minutes into pushing, in between contractions, you rolled your head to the left to look at him. Hair stuck to your face, tears stained your cheek, your lip was bleeding it from biting it so hard, and Seungmin swore you had never looked more beautiful in your entire life.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled weakly at your husband. “We’re having a baby.” You said, voice raspy from screaming.

Seungmin smiled back, squeezing your hand. “We’re having a baby.”

“I love you so much.” Fresh tears began to roll down your face. “You’re already the best husband, and now-and now-“ your face winced in pain as another contraction hit. Seungmin jumped back in to support mode, helping you ride it out.

A few contractions later, Seungmin heard it. His son.

The baby, bigger than Seungmin thought he would be, was placed on your chest. You let out a cry of both joy and relief, dropping Seungmin’s hand to hold your baby. Sobbing, you held the baby into your chest.

“You’re here. You’re here.” You whispered through your tears, rocking the small child back and forth.

They took your son away before Seungmin had a chance to hold him. It’s okay, he knew that the next steps after birth. He was prepared.

He was always prepared.

An hour and five stitches later, you were soundly sleeping in your hospital bed. You tried to stay awake, wanting to be up when they brought your son back. Seungmin swore he would wake you up and convinced you to nap until then. He spent the hour calling his parents, your parents, his friends - anyone he could get ahold of at two in the morning.

There was a soft knock on the door, and then a nurse let himself in. Seungmin stood up quickly, watching as the nurse rolled the baby’s bed up next to you.

“Congratulations, Mr. Kim.” The nurse whispered, and then excused himself from the room.

Once the nurse was out, Seungmin took off his shirt. He was prepared; he knew skin to skin contact was important for infants.

He stood over his son and stared at him. He had a head full of thick, black hair and the cutest button nose Seungmin had ever seen. He couldn’t believe that he had a hand in creating something so wonderful, so perfect, so beautiful.

Careful as to not wake the baby, Seungmin picked him up and cradled him to his chest. “Hi, peanut.” He said, then placed a soft kiss right on his forehead. “I’m dad.”

Slowly, his son’s eyes opened and found his own.

Seungmin was always prepared.

But nothing - no books, no videos, no parenting classes - could ever prepare him for the love he felt when looking into his child’s eyes. In that moment, Seungmin was unprepared. He didn’t know what to expect.

And it was the best feeling in the world.

Yang Jeongin

If Jeongin had to describe his son’s first day of kindergarten in one word, it would be: unfortunate. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

The morning started out fine; everyone woke up on a time and was in a good mood. You and Jeongin even woke up with enough time to slip into the shower together before waking up your son for the day. Typically, fucking you dumb first thing in the morning is the sign of a good day. He really had no idea that it was just downhill from there.

You decided to wake your son up since you had to slip out to work early. Time with him today was precious, and Jeongin knew you would be a ball of tears if you didn’t get one on one time. So he took breakfast duty, determined to make an omelet as good as you do.

He was doing well; the topping fit perfectly, he folded it beautifully. For his first time, he was excelling. Maybe he should take a picture and brag about it in his group chat. There’s no way Hyunjin can make an omelet like this-

“What’s burning?”

Ah, fuck.

The omelet was too far gone, there was nothing he could do to save it. Scraping it, Jeongin decided to try his luck again, only to ruin it immediately. Whatever, sugary cereal is a great first day of school ever breakfast, right?

Your son certainly thinks so. When Jeongin places the bowl in front of him, the black haired boy smiles widely before shoveling the cinnamon cereal in his mouth.

“Slow down.” You say with a chuckle, placing a sliced apple on a plate next to his bowl. “You’re going to get sick.”

When he eats, you can tell he’s Jeongin’s son; cheeks puffed and full as he takes large bites. Round eyes look at you, silently pouting at your request. It’s too good to slow down. Besides, his father eats like this, why can’t he?

You look across the table at Jeongin, pointing at your son with your thumb. “This is your fault.”

He looked up from his breakfast, cheeks just as full and eyes just as large. A mirror image of his son, large bites and all. It makes you chuckle, even if you fear that they’re going to choke every time they eat.

Once breakfast is finished and the dishes are put away, it's time for you to go to work, and Jeongin to take your son to school.

“Mommy, no-“ your son whines, squirming away as you try to fix his uniform. “Don’t wanna take a picture.”

“Please, bubba? Just one, and then you and papa can-“

“No!” He fusses, moving out of your grasp. Sadly, you drop your arms in defeat. You’re not going to force him to do something that makes him uncomfortable, no matter how upset it makes you.

You look at Jeongin, who was watching this unfold from the garage door. He saw the tears in your eyes - both from having to leave and the rejection.

“It’s fine that you don’t want a picture, but can I at least have a hug?” You ask your son, not knowing if you can handle another no on a big day.

Luckily, your son crashed into your arms and hung tightly onto you. You kissed the top of his head, savoring his sweet hug before he complained about you squeezing him too tight.

Saying goodbye at the car was hard for you, lingering at his window for far too long to get one last look at him before school. Jeongin waited patiently until you stood to your full height. Your husband grabbed you, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s just school.” Jeongin whispered in your ear. “He’ll be back in a few hours.”

You nod your head, sniffling against his shoulder. “It’s just hard, ya know? He’s not a baby anymore.”

The last sentence made his heart sink, your emotions beginning to rub off on him. Quickly, he shoved the feeling to the back of his mind for both your sanity and his. “He’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

“Will you?”

A fantastic question, one that he wished he could answer, but was cut off by the impatient five year old in the backseat. You said goodbye one more time, fussing over the buttons on your son’s shirt before slipping in your car. Jeongin followed suit, leaving the garage right after you.

The goodbyes had set them back just a bit, but that was okay. The school was only a ten minute drive, and they still had plenty of time to-

“Papa?” His son chimed from the back. “I don’t have my backpack.”

Okay, so maybe they’ll be a little bit later than expected. Jeongin turned the car around, back home in less than a minute. The backpack was sitting by the garage door, making it easy to grab it and throw it in the passenger seat.

“Alright, all-“

“What about my foxy?”

Jeongin sighed, turning around in his seat to look at his son. “Foxy can’t come to school with you, Bubba. We talked about this-“

“But I need him.”

“Foxes don’t go to school. They stay at home where mama and papa can-“

“No! Need him!” His son cried, kicking the backseat. This wasn’t like him; typically the quietest, most mild mannered child, your son rarely threw fits. Jeongin knows it’s because of what today is, but he was determined to stand his ground. The fox was staying home-

-until he felt a shoe hit the back of his head as he tried to pull out of the garage for a second time that morning. Fine. The fucking fox can come.

Third time’s a charm, right? There were no hiccups this time as Jeongin left the house, Bubba happily humming in the backseat along with the music. Foxy was snug against his chest, a happy smile on his face. He might be missing a shoe, but hey, at least he’s happy.

And Jeongin can still make it on time. There shouldn’t be any more interruptions, now that his son is happy and he’s actually on the road. Everything should be smooth sailing from now on.

Of course there’s stand still traffic. Why wouldn’t there be?

Jeongin’s head hits the headrest, a groan leaving his lips as he rubs his face. This was not how today was supposed to go. First the omelet, then the picture, the backpack and the damn fox, and Jeongin’s pretty sure he has a headache from being hit with the shoe.

“Papa?”

“Hm?” He grunts into his hands.

“Why aren’t we moving?”

Sighing, Jeongin drops his hands, moving them back to the steering wheel. “Good question.” He mumbles mostly to himself.

For ten minutes, they stayed completely still, both slowly losing their patience. The Jeongin look-a-like was losing control faster than his father, kicking the back of his seat in protest. Like Jeongin could do anything about the traffic.

Right as Jeongin was about to say fuck school and turn around, the car in front of him moved. Whatever had been holding them up was over, a steady stream of cars now flowing into the school’s parking lot.

Jeongin finds the first parking spot at the back of the lot, quickly getting out of the car. He picks his son up, sitting him on the roof and putting his shoe back on (much to his son’s protest). Once it was on, he narrowed his eyes at the boy.

“I need you to give me Foxy now.” He said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Fear flushed his face, tiny fist gripping onto the fox’s white fur. “No. He has to go to school too.”

“Bubba-“ But when his son started lifting his foot like he was about to kick, he realized the damn fox wasn’t worth it. Jeongin would much rather get chewed out by the teacher, and you, than take a tiny foot to the face at 8:00 am. “Fine. But you have to take a picture for mama.”

The bribe worked - the innocent smile he gave the camera in front of the school made Jeongin roll his eyes. They walked into the school hand and hand, Bubba hiding behind Jeongin’s leg as they closed in on his classroom.

They stood in the line of parents, and before they could blink, it was their turn. Jeongin squatted down, eye level with his son, who was nervously holding onto his stuffed animal.

“Hey, Bubba.” Jeongin said softly, a hand reaching out to pat his head. “You okay?”

His son shook his head, burying his face in the fox. “I’m scared, Papa. Wanna go home-“

Jeongin felt his lip tremble as he looked at his son, who had been on his last damn nerve all morning. His sweet, nervous boy, who was acting out because of the newness of it all. His heart softened, and suddenly, his head stopped aching, every nerve easing.

“I know.” He whispers, smoothing his son’s hair. “I’m scared, too. You’re so much braver than Papa, I couldn’t ever do this.” His eyes began to sting, pride filling his heart. When did his baby get so big? “Do you want me to walk you in?”

His son looked inside the classroom, wide eyes scanning the room. Slowly, he shook his head no before looking back at his father. “No, I do it.”

Jeongin nodded. “Hug?”

The fox lessened the blow of his son’s crash. Jeongin held tightly until his son squirmed free, his wide eyes no longer nervous.

“I love you, Papa.”

That’s when the first tear fell. “I love you, too, Bubba.”

He watched as his son sprinted into the classroom, making a beeline to the musical instruments in the corner of the room. Lingering for just a second, he watched his son turn to the little girl next to him, excitedly giving her his name before asking if she wanted to play with him.

Jeongin’s heart ached in the best way possible as forced himself to walk away, silently crying as he left his son behind. It was silly - he’s going to be back here in a few hours to pick him up. There’s no reason to be so-

His phone pinged, announcing a text from you. When he pulled out his phone, the picture taken just moments ago was still up.

Everything went wrong today, so many hiccups in a day that should’ve been so easy. Yet, no matter how badly everything went, he wouldn’t trade a second of this day for anything. Even he can’t seem to stop crying.

©: chvnnie 2022

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CW: Pregnancy

"J-Johnny." You gasp, feeling a sharp pain emit in your stomach.

"What, lass?" Johnny grumbled, being awoken from your cry.

"I-It hurts."

"What does?" Johnny erupted fully awake hearing your pain.

"I think..the baby is coming."

Quick as a flash, Johnny jumped out of bed and started gathering your belongings together, your hospital bag, and helped you into your shoes.

"Ah fuck." You cried out, feeling the contractions get worse and worse.

"I know, 'ove. I know it hurts but I'm right 'ere, alrigh'?" Johnny tries to calm your nerves.

After Johnny helps you into your shoes, with all of y'alls belongings in tow, he wraps his arm around you and helps you to the car. Every step was painful for you, but you knew you had to get to the hospital. Johnny helped you into the passenger seat, buckling the seat belt despite it putting more pressure on your belly.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry but it's for you're safety." Johnny reassures you.

He rushes to the driver's seat, tossing y'alls stuff to the back, and starts the rush drive to the hospital. A shooting pain shot into your stomach, sending you into a wailing scream. Johnny immedaitly held your hand while trying to focus on both you and the traffic he was swerving in and out of.

"You're alright, love, you're alright. I'm right here, just breathe for me okay? Breathe in." Johnny started.

You took a deep breathe in.

"Breathe out."

You breathed out. You continued to do this with Johnny until you arrived at the hospital. Once parked, Johnny grabbed you, held you tightly close to him, and rushed inside the hospital.

"My wife is in labor! She needs attention now!" Johnny cried out.

A hoard of nurses rushed in, one coming in with a wheelchair, and took you into the chair.

"Johnny.." You call him.

"I'm here, love. I ain't goin' anywhere." Johnny reassures you as he hurried alongside you and the nurses through the maternity ward.

The nurses got you into a room, hooking you up to all of the devices, determining that you were going to have to have a C-Section. It was the opposite of what you and Johnny wanted but there was nothing either of y'all could do.

"I'm sorry, Johnny." You apologize as Johnny approached you, covered in head to toe in blue medical gowns.

"What are you apologizing for?" Johnny asked you, getting close to you.

"I don't..know what's wrong with me." You croak as the nurses put up a thick sheet to cover up what was going on at your stomach.

"There's nothing wrong with ya, lass. Shite happens, ya know? All I care about is that you and our little lad are safe." Johnny reassures you, holding your hand tightly and leaning in close.

Even though he wore a white medical mask on his face, you knew he had a big smile on his face. The nurses injected a numbing agent so you wouldn't feel the surgery, but kept you awake.

"Can you feel this?" A nurse asked, poking a surgical knife on your skin.

You could feel the pressure of something on you, but didn't feel no pain.

"I feel pressure, but no pain." You say.

"Good. Going in." Nurse announced.

It felt like the sudden mass of a million hands were pushing on your stomach, it almost made you want to vomit.

"Are you okay, bonnie?" Johnny asked you.

"Y-Yeah. Just feel sick."

"It's normal." A nurse piped up, putting your nerves aside.

Johnny pulled his mask down, leaned in, and kissed you. It was a soft, passionate kiss full of love and comfort for you.

"I am right here, lass. Our baby is gonna be 'ere soon." Johnny tells you, rubbing his thumb onto your forehead.

"I know. You're going to be a great father." You tell him.

"And you're going to be a great mother." Johnny told you.

"Going into the uterus." The nurse announced.

"They're almost 'ere." Johnny told you.

He was like a little kid in a candy store, full of excitement and glee that he could hardly stand still. You've only ever seen Johnny cry once before, and now you have seen it a second time as the nurses pulled your baby out of your stomach and they unveiled their first cry into the world.

"Congratulations." The nurse told you both.

Tears ran down Johnny's face as he held your hand tighter, so happy to both you and y'all's child in his life. Johnny went to cut the umbilical cord, and tears befalled his face seeing their face for the first time.

"They're..they're so beautiful." Johnny croaked out as the nurse handed the baby off to him.

Johnny immediately approached you and got close, letting you see y'all's baby, the baby you both made.

"They look like you lass." Johnny said.

"They've got your eyes, Johnny." You point out, nearly sending Johnny over the edge.

"I'm so mad fucking happy right now." Johnny struggled through the tears and intense feelings he was feeling right now.

"I am too." You say.

As the nurses cleaned and sewed you back up, there was only one thing on both of y'all's minds right now. It was the fact that the two of y'all were both parents now, and Johnny would do everything in his power to protect you both, no matter what.

A/N: I love writing little drabbles like this. Hope y'all enjoyed it.

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sebastianstangirl01 · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if you could write a Pete Maverick Mitchell x daughter reader? I was thinking from the first top gun movie but it is your choice. Just something simple like he is at top gun and he gets a call from the hospital saying the the baby sitter had to bring the reader in because she got very sick. So Mav is scared because he just lost Goose and he doesn’t want to loose his baby too. Then when he finally gets to the hospital the reader is scared and all of Mavericks fears turns into the need to comfort his child. Once the reader feels better she is able to go home to finally sleep in her own bed but not without cuddles from her loving dad.

I was thinking maybe the daughter/readers age is around 3-4

Thank you and 100% your choice

Fatherhood Fears

Title: Fatherhood Fears

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter Reader

Summary: When Mavericks 3 year old get sick and rushed to the hospital by Carole while he is working as an instructor at Top Gun, Maverick is beside himself with worry and immediately rushes to the hospital. He realizes that he needs to put his fears behind him so he can be there for his little girl.

Warnings: sick kid, mentions of throwing up, dehydration, the flu, worried Mav

It had been a pretty normal day so far for Maverick, he and Goose along with Iceman and Slider are permanently stationed at TopGun as instructors who only go on high profile missions. If you would’ve asked Maverick 3 years ago after his time as a TopGun student if he thought he would be here today, working as an instructor he would’ve called you crazy.

He’s Pete “Maverick” Mitchell for gods sake, the man that can’t be tied down. That was until his little girl came along. The little spitfire Y/N Mitchell was a surprise to Maverick, after things with Charlie didn’t workout and she went back to DC the pilot went back to his old ways by sleeping with any woman with a pulse. Which then resulted in the little bundle 9 months later of Y/N.

From the moment Maverick held you in his arms he knew he whole world was going to change, but in that moment nothing else mattered to him than you did. He welcomed the change, he settled down and got his permanent assignment at TopGun so he could get a home for you to grow up in so he wouldn’t have to miss a single minute of you growing up.

As you grew older a system was made. Maverick worked 5 days a week and had weekends off so he could be with you, while he worked you stayed with Carole since Goose and Maverick insisted that they had to live next door to each other.

Bradley was in 1st grade so he wasn’t home much when you were there but you always got to go with Carole to pick him up from school and you two always had playdates on Saturday’s and your families had Sunday dinner together. Bradley was like your built in best friend, despite the 3 year age gap. He was exactly like Goose while you were the spitting image of your father. It’s like a match made in heaven.

Days like today were ones that Maverick always dreaded, a new group of pilots were coming to TopGun meaning that instead of spending time in the air Maverick was stuck in his and Goose’s shared office working on new flight strategies.

“I think I would rather get stuck in another dog fight like the one after our Top Gun graduation than fill out one more paper.” Maverick sighed dropping his head to the desk

“If you’d work as much as you wined we would’ve been done by now.” Goose chuckled as Maverick groaned

Before Maverick could retort his desk phone rang he groaned and sat up before answering the phone.

“Captain Mitchell.” Maverick answered

“Mav it’s Carole. Listen don’t freak out, but I had to bring Y/N to the hospital.” Carole said and Maverick could hear the hustle and bustle of the er in the background

“What? What happened? What do you mean you brought her to the hospital?” Maverick sputtered off as he sat up straight catching Goose’s attention

“Shorty after you and Nick left this morning and we got back from taking Bradley to school Y/N got sick. She threw up a couple of times and spiked a fever, it was 103.3 so I brought her to the hospital to get checked out. They took her back a little bit ago and now I’m just waiting.” Carole said

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” Maverick said as he stood up

“It’s the one on base, have Nick drive you please. The last thing we need is you in here too because you drove like an idiot.” Carole scolded

“Ok ok. See you soon.” Maverick said before hanging up the phone. “We need to go to the hospital, Y/N’s sick.”

“Let’s go.” Goose immediately stood up grabbing his keys as he and Maverick hurried out into the parking lot after shouting to Ice and Slider to cover for them and that Y/N was sick

When they got to the hospital Maverick and Goose rushed up to the poor woman at the front desk almost giving her a heart attack.

“Can I help you?” She asked looking at the aviators who were still in their flight suits

“My daughter was brought in a little bit ago. Y/N Mitchell.” Maverick explained and the woman nodded

“Right. The woman who brought her in just went back a few minutes ago to see her, she’s in room 213.” The lady recited from the chart

Maverick immediately took off in that direction, leaving Goose to say thank you as he eagerly followed after his pilot. When they got to the correct room Maverick immediately rushed inside and saw his little girl curled up in the hospital bed asleep, clutching Carole’s hand as she sat next to her bed and soothingly stroked her back.

“How is she?” Maverick asked rushing to the other side of the bed and grabbing her hand

“The doctor just left. She tested positive for the flu, they said she was dehydrated and they have her some fluids and medicine to help with the nausea. She should be able to go home in a couple of hours.” Carole explained as Goose came to her side and reached up to gently pat Y/N’s leg

“My poor baby. Thank you for taking such good care of her.” Maverick told Carole thankfully

“Absolutely, she was so brave.” Carole smiled proudly

“Of course she was. Look at who her dad is.” Maverick grinned making the married couple roll their eyes

“Well we’ve got to go pick Bradley up from school, I’ll leave my car here for you.” Carole told Maverick as she handed him the car keys

“Just don’t reck the car please. Or drive it like you drive your bike.” Goose grimaced and Maverick rolled his eyes

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.” Maverick said as Goose and Carole got up

“We’ll bring over some of my chicken noodle soup for dinner tonight when you guys get home.” Carole said leaning to kiss Y/N’s forehead before kissing Mavericks as well

“Thanks. See you guys later.” Maverick said as they left

Once they were gone Maverick turned back to his daughter who was fast asleep, she looked so peaceful and most importantly not in any pain or discomfort.

“Daddy.” Y/N suddenly mumbled as her eyes blinked open

“Daddy’s here baby. I’m so sorry you got sick, how are you feeling?” Maverick asked as Y/N tried to cuddle into him

“Seepy, my tummy hurt real bad but then the nice doctor gave me some medicine and then she gave me a lollipop.” Y/N smiled sleepily making Maverick smile

“What flavor was it?” Maverick asked and Y/N smiled brightly

“Cherry! My favorite!” Y/N exclaimed and Maverick laughed

“The best flavor.” Maverick smiled. “I’m so proud of you, Auntie Carole told me how brave you were. I’m so sorry daddy wasn’t here baby.”

“It’s otay daddy. Can you pwease cuddle me.” Y/N asked holding her arms out

“Oh baby, because daddy feels so bad about today you can have anything you want.” Maverick shook his head as he carefully climbed into bed next to his little girl, being careful of the wires and her iv

“Really? Can we go to Disney World with Auntie Carole Uncle Goosey and Brad Brad?” Y/N asked giving Maverick her puppy dog eyes

“I’ll see what I can do baby.” Maverick chuckled and Y/N cuddled into his side accepting his answer. “Get some more rest for me, then when we get home Auntie Carole will have her special chicken soup.”

“Otay daddy. I love you.” Y/N mumbled as she snuggled into his chest

“I love you more baby.” Maverick said kissing her forehead

That night when they got home as promised Carole and the Bradshaw boys were waiting with her homemade chicken and noodle soup. After they ate Bradley wanted to make sure Y/N was feeling better so he made her a card and they sat together on the couch watching Y/N’s favorite movie Peter Pan.

When it was time for bed Maverick decided to let Y/N sleep with him in the big bed as Y/N likes to call it since he was still worried about her and wanted to make sure she was alright.

“Goodnight baby sleep tight. I love you.” Maverick said as they cuddled up in bed

“Goodnight daddy. I love you too.” Y/N said as she rested on Mavericks chest with small puffs of air coming from her mouth as she let herself fall asleep

Maverick watched her for a few minutes to make sure she was breathing ok before he let himself fall asleep as well. Just so happy his pride and joy is ok.

#pete mitchell #top gun #pete mitchell x daughter reader #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #carole bradshaw #tom kazansky #maverick #goose

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gryffindormarveltwilight · 7 months

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All We Need - Jake Seresin x Reader - Part 4

A/N: sorry for the delay on this part I had writers block, it is a bit shorter but hopefully the next one will be longer. (it is a bit of a filler chapter) but helped with the writers block! as always any requests or feedback is always welcome.

Masterlist

Pairings: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!pilot!Benjamin!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hospitals, Fluff, Naval Inaccuracies

I held tightly to Daisy as all four of us moved from the tarmac into the hanger.

“Javy, Jake and I are going to Daisy to the change rooms, can you let Mav and Ice know?”

Javy nodded at me before taking off towards the rec room. Jake and I continued to the change rooms, when we got there I sat her down in front of my locker both Jake and I crouching in front of her, seeing tears streaming down her face we share a concerned look before Jake starts to speak.

“Sweetie, do you want to tell us what is wrong?” She shook her head and pointed to her the right side of her tummy. “Sore tummy why didn’t you tell Ice and Sarah.” Jake continues to ask and I move my hand to her forehead which has since gone pale, I nearly retract at the heat radiating off at it. I interrupt Jake “we need to get her to the base hospital now Jake.” As Jake moves to pick her up she starts crying more and looks at us like she is going to be sick, Jake scoops her up quickly as we sprint toward the base hospital.

“What are you thinking here Y/N?”

“Appendicitis Jake.” That prompts Jake to run even faster as we reach the hospital we run through the doors of the ER section, I quickly run to the front desk and explain the situation as doctors rush out to put Daisy on a stretcher and they wheel her through the doors to the surgery Jake and I running after her until the nurses stop us pushing us towards the waiting room. As the nurse disappears through the door I hear a sob behind me as I still stare at the doors where they took Daisy, at the sound I spin around as Jake falls into my arms burying his head in my neck.

“Jake, hey, it is going to be okay.”

“What if we didn’t get here in time or there are complications.”

“You cannot think like that at all okay, she is going to be perfectly fine okay.” Jake nods and holds me tighter before we are interrupted by a squad of aviators all with concern written across their faces, huffing and puffing. Javy moves first to hug Jake who accepts the hug without hesitation.

“Why do you guys look like you booked it across base?” Phoenix speaks up for the group.

“We saw you running and looking concerned so we followed, plus we want to meet the little munchkin.”

“Did Coyote explain.”

“Don’t worry he didn’t go into detail just that she was Jakes little girl that you and him helped raise and I believe his exact words were - the world is Daisy’s we all just live in it.” There is laughter from the back of the group and everyone turns to see Ice and Mav giggling, they stop as soon as we see them staring and I raise an eyebrow causing Ice to stutter slightly.

“The ’86 top gun squad use to say the same about Athena, maybe she has learnt more from you than you realise.” He moves to hug me as Mav moves to Jake and gives him a hug. “So do we know what is wrong.” Jake shoots me a look that I know all too well if he tries to explain it he will break into tears.

“She should be heading into surgery if she isn’t already, appendicitis is what they think it, but all we can do is wait. You guys really do not have to wait around if you don’t want to.” Every nodded at the final statement and moved to the closer group of seats where they could all fit, Javy, Jake and I are the only ones still standing, stunned, we weren’t expecting anyone to stick around, I mean sure I was close with all of them, but as fair as I knew they severely disliked Jake and over the whole two days we had been recalled he hadn’t made much of an attempt to become friends with any of them. To my surprise it was Fanboy that spoke up.

“Don’t look so shocked Athena, we may not be Jake’s biggest fan but we are a squad and we are there when we need each other.” We cast a quick smile to everyone and move to sit, as Jake sits in a chair I elect to sit on the floor between his legs his hand began stroking my hair, I didn’t miss the looks I got from Rooster and Phoenix but ignored it instead taking a deep breath and leaning further back into Jakes touch.

It felt like we had been sitting there for hours when Payback broke the silence with a sincere and interested tone.

“So Jake, do you want to tell us how you ended up raising Daisy with Athena and why this is the first time any of us are hearing about her.” The rest of the squad turned to look at us as I shifted my position between his legs to make eye contact and gave him a nod of support.

“As some of you know, Athena and I grew up together and did everything together down to joining the Navy. As you all also know especially back then I used to sleep around a lot, well I had a one-night stand with a girl and nine months later I was woken to a knock at the door and the next thing I knew I was a father with full custody of a two week old child. I called Y/N, who came over helped me figure out what to do and we moved into her house and have been somewhat co-parenting for 5 years.”

“But Athena isn’t her mother.”

“No.” I say at the same time Jake responds with “Not biologically.” I look at him and feel tears well in my eyes which I quickly blink away.

“How did you manage that and both of you being in the Navy?” Rooster asked.

“It takes a village, normally we are lucky and get different deployments, but we have help from Javy, Ice, Aunt Penny, my mum and dad, Jakes and sisters when they can.” The group settled back into silence before Bob spoke up again.

“If its okay with you we would like to meet her.” I smiled and nodded at him before looking at Jake who looked shocked again.

“Ummm yeah, of course, if that’s okay with her.”

I stand and head towards the vending machine, I didn’t realise Jake got up and followed.

“Y/N,” I turn and look at him, “Its been an hour how long will this take.”

“I don’t know Jake, I really don’t.” My voice breaks slightly and Jake pulls me into a tight hug. “We need to speak about Daisy calling me Mom.”

“I know, I mean I would be lying if I said I wanted her to stop but you really are the closest thing she has.”

“But I am not her mother Jake,”

“But you are Y/N, in every way that matters.”

“She doesn’t have to stop but she has to understand that if you meet someone that I may need to step back.”

“That isn’t happening anytime soon so we can explain it later yeah.” I lift my head to make eye contact before pressing my head back into his chest.

We are pulled out of our hug hearing the doctor walk through the door.

“Family of Daisy Seresin?” Jake and I both move toward her, Javy, Ice and Mav close behind, “she is going to be just fine, you were right bringing her here the appendix was close to bursting, for now she is still asleep but if you want, Mom and Dad can go sit with her, room 212.” We didn’t bother correcting her just thanked her and raced towards the room.

Third Person POV (Back with the Squad)

The squad watched as Athena and Hangman ran towards the room Phoenix spoke first.

“They would make a cute couple.”

“Ew, Phoenix, that is my sister and well Hangman.” The whole group laughed at Roosters response.

“Well squad, I think we can take the rest of the day off now, go to the Hard Deck relax, back up in the air tomorrow. Javy can you…” Mav started.

“On it Sir, I will get them some clothes fill them in on tomorrow.”

“Just get them clothes, be there for your niece, I will talk to them about tomorrow.” Javy nods and heads towards the car. As the rest of the group started to make their ways to the door of the hospital they were stopped by a frantic voice calling out to them, they spin to see a disheaveled Hangman.

“Hangman what are you doing you should be with your daughter.” Rooster spoke.

“I just, I wanted to say thank you, I know you don’t like me but Y/N and I we appreciate you being here for us, and we would love for you to meet her when she is feeling better.” Bob walks up in front of Hangman, and pulled him into a hug.

“We will always help out especially with family. I think your daughter has just gained a crazy lot of Aunts and Uncles.”

“Bobs right Hangman, we are here for you and for Athena.” Phoenix continues. Everyone gives Hangman a hug before exiting the hospital, leaving only Mav and Ice.

“Mav, Ice, thank you for being here and Ice thank you for bringing her to us today.”

“Of course Jake you know I would do anything for those two girls.”

“Um Mav, I think I will need to withdraw from this mission, the docs are saying she will need at least a week of recovery.”

“Absolutely not Jake.” Ice and Mav say at the same time.

“We will work something out, you and Y/N can do half a day each for the rest of this week, then you have the weekend off that is six days, then she can come and spend the days with me and Sarah.”

“Ice, as much as I appreciate that I don’t think Cyclone would agree.”

“No but he will take orders.” Hangman doesn’t respond just shakes the two older mens hand before heading back in the direction where he had come and back to his daughters and best friends side

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specialagentlokitty · 6 months

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Melendez x reader - our stories

Grumbling under your breath, you stormed over and slammed the file on the table.

“Your results.”

“Is that the way you treat the people you work with?” Melendez asked.

“Only arrogant assholes who think they’re better than everybody else.”

“Keep it up and you’ll be written up.”

You said nothing and he picked up the file to read through it.

“Run them again.”

“I’ve just run them, it’s a waste of time, clearly we need to start antibiotics.”

“And I’m telling you to run these tests again, so go.”

“It’s scut work!”

“And that’s what you’re on until you start treating people with respect.”

You scoffed.

“I’ll respect you when you start respecting me and Shaun.”

With that, you walked off and turned to Shaun who was waiting outside.

“Did you get in trouble?”

“No Shaun, I didn’t. And you’re not either, come on.”

He quickly followed you.

“I could hear you shouting.”

“It’s nothing Shaun, let’s just go rerun those tests.”

“Okay.”

You were still stuck on scut work like you always were, and you were debating moving to a different hospital.

You had plenty of offers from other places, you were a highly sought out candidate for a residency.

So after a few more weeks of clashing heads with with Melendez, you began looking at a few vacancies, weighing up your options.

When your phone began to ring, you looked at it and chose to ignore it, since you didn’t want to speak to your boss.

When it kept ringing you simply just sent a message saying you were sick and turned your phone off.

But then your house phone began to ring, and with a heavy sigh you walked over and answered it.

“What?”

You listened to the voice of the nurse on the other end, and you were already rushing around trying to gather everything.

“I’m on my way.”

Hanging up, you tossed it aside, changed, grabbed your mobile phone and rushed out of your apartment.

You drove as fast as you could to the hospital, running straight into the ER.

“You’re late and ignoring a call in.”

“Shut up.” You snapped.

“I have put up with you long enough, I will be writing you up and we will be having a meeting about your behaviour so let’s go.”

“No.”

You began rummaging through all the files, looking for a specific one.

“That is enough!”

Melendez took the files away from you, and you slapped his hand away making a few people stop before they carried on.

“This kind of behaviour I would expect from Shaun, but from you? You are out of control and out of line.”

You barged past him, and you began to look at all of the rooms.

“Is this you trying to prove a point? You’re being childish!” Melendez snapped.

You carried on ignoring him and he grabbed your arm.

“Stop!”

You spun around, shoving him backwards.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

With that, you carried on and you disappeared from his sight.

He didn’t have time to chance you, he had things to be doing so that’s what he went to do, deciding he would deal with you afterwards.

So he went to his next patient with Claire, Jared and Shaun.

“My sister…”

“One of the nurses reached out to your family Joshua, she’s coming.” Melendez smiled.

Joshua took a weak breath, nodding his head as he let the doctors check on him.

“You need new lungs.” Shaun said.

“Murphy.” Melendez snapped.

The door was slammed open, and you rushed over to Joshua, taking his hand in yours.

“You came…” he whispered.

You placed your hand on his head.

“Of course I came.”

You looked to Melendez before turning to the others.

“Help him.” You said quietly.

“We’ll do everything we can.” Jared said.

You nodded and pulled a chair over to sit next to your brother, only half listening to everything that was being said.

Not long later Melendez came back in.

“I need to ask a few follow up questions.”

“Let him sleep.”

“Alright. Then I’ll ask you. Can we talk over here?”

You nodded, getting up to follow him but you wouldn’t leave the room, so he closed the door, letting you stay inside.

You kept your eyes closely on your brother.

“When he came in we did some tests, and an MRI on his lungs revealed masses we can’t make sense off.”

“So what do you want?” You asked.

“I want to know why, or I want permission to run some more tests. Until we figure out what’s causing his issues we can’t help Joshua.”

“What’s your initial prognosis?”

“(Y/N).”

“What is your thoughts?” You asked sternly.

He sighed heavily.

“Right now, a transplant is his best option, but if we know what the cause is we can possibly find the real answer. Either way we will get it.”

“Then run your tests.”

“(Y/N), I want to help your brother.”

“Run the tests.”

With that, you walked away.

Melendez wasn’t sure what he expected from you, but it wasn’t that.

He knew you wanted to help your brother, but he wasn’t expecting you to be so recluse about your life what you would prefer them to run tests over answering a few questions.

But he ran the tests just like you had told him to do.

He came back with everybody with the results, and he looked at the rest of the team.

“Go, get some rest. We’ll handle the next step in the morning.”

He walked into the room and closed the door.

Your brother looked up from his phone, and he set it aside.

“We found some abnormalities on your tests, and we ran a few more with your sisters consent. You have extreme scarring to your lungs.”

Joshua sighed, coughing a little bit.

“I know.”

“You know? Does (Y/N) know?”

“Of course.”

Melendez sighed heavily as he walked over.

“There’s a few possible options, but the only long term solution is a transplant, how did you get scars this bad?”

Joshua smiled a little.

“Smoke burns after a while.” He said.

Melendez gave a look of confusion.

“When I was a kid.. I was trapped in a fire, but the hospital didn’t look that hard at me.”

“You have no other scars indicating damage from a fire.”

“Because I didn’t get burned.”

Joshua looked towards you, and so did Melendez.

“I won’t say anything else.. just do what you have to.”

Melendez nodded his head, and they did what they could to give your brother some more time while he wanted for a more permanent solution.

But the doctor found his attention kept going towards you, and even after your brother was cleared to go home with frequent check ups, and you returned back to work, he had questions.

So finally he decided to act.

“Can we talk?”

You sighed, doing the buttons up on your jacket.

“Make it quick.”

You followed him over to an empty on call room, and he closed the door.

“Joshua explained how he scarred his lungs. It explained he was left in a fire, he explained he never got burned, which for that kind of damage is a miracle.”

“These things happen.”

Melendez sighed.

“I want to run some tests on you to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen to you.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“If you were in the fire for even half as long I doubt it.”

“Listen to my breathing if you want, you won’t find anything.”

He walked over, and he listened to your breath, and it was perfect, not a hint of an issue with your lungs.

“I never breathed in smoke, because I stole an oxygen tank from the firefighters when they weren’t looking, I stole two, one for me one for Joshua.”

You sighed, sitting in the bench.

“My brother didn’t get burned because I did, I covered him so he wouldn’t get hurt.”

You rolled up your sleeve to show him your burned arm, and rolled it back down.

“Our parents were shit, they never loved us, and left us to burn in that fire. And I would’ve stood and watched that house burn down if my brother weren’t in there Melendez.”

You stood up, picking your bag up.

“So before you start thinking everybody is the same pretentious ass that you are, maybe you should take the stick out every once in a while and see we’re all human. We’re all healing over something, and it’s no excuse for you to take out pain out on us.”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. Okay? I am. I was wrong and I should never have treated you with such disrespect.”

You walked turned to the door.

“Maybe we can start again, as friends?” He asked.

“Not a chance.”

Melendez watched you leave and he ran a hand over his hair.

He had messed up big time, and it was possibly going to cost the hospital and him one of the best surgeons that they had ever seen.

He felt bad.

And he wanted to make it right with you, not only that, but he genuinely did want to know more about you, and get your scars looked at properly.

But he knew it wasn’t going to easy.

Everybody had a story, and he had a feeling that was only a fraction of yours

#the good doctor #the good doctor x reader #the good doctor x you #the good doctor imagine #Melendez #Melendez x reader #Melendez x you #Melendez imagine #neil melendez #Neil melendez x reader #neil melendez x you #neil melendez imagine

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alrightbuckaroo · 10 months

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19 for the prompt list <3

19. ‘it made me think of you.’

Did NOT expect this to be a little over 900 words, but I hope you enjoy it all the same <3

First Responder's Fair is home to many things; double fried foods, rigged carny games and at the moment, a very confused TK Strand.

"Wait," TK sucks his teeth, to which Nancy grimaces at. "You mean to tell me the sweet tea down here is actually," TK pauses. "Well, sweet?"

Nancy and Tommy share a look across the picnic table while TK takes another hearty sip. Nancy begs the question she didn't think she'd ever have to ask. "What made you think sweet tea wasn't sweet?"

"It never was up north, tasted more like dish water than anything."

Tommy, then, begs the question she didn't think she'd ever have to ask. "TK, why do you know what dish water tastes like?"

"My friend Cash used to work at the Sally's Diner back when we were in high school, bet me ten dollars that I wouldn't drink from the dish sink from the after lunch rush. He thought I couldn't, or more so, wouldn't do it." TK smiles smugly. "Guess who left Sally's that day ten dollars richer."

"And was out sick from school the following three days because he got food poisoning." Owen adds as he sits down, joining them at the table. His hands full with two corndogs and a frozen lemonade. "Had to rush him to the ER because he kept complaining about stomach pains."

"So I guess it wasn't a question of couldn't or wouldn't, but more of a shouldn't." Tommy jokes, breaking off a piece of her funnel cake.

"Nice to know that you taking up residence in the ER isn't just a Texas thing." Nancy rallies and TK feels like he's been attacked by all fronts.

"My newfound stomach of steel would argue it was worth it."

"It wasn't." Owen is quick to interject.

"Anyways," TK goes to change the subject. He points at the corndogs in Owen's hand. "Dad, corndogs, where?"

Owen tells him where the booth is and TK makes it his mission to scout it out. He stands up, and treks his way over. He sees both Isabella and Evie standing in line for cotton candy, alone. His eyebrows furrow when he doesn't see Carlos anywhere.

Last he saw them, Carlos was taking them to the ring toss in hopes of coming home with a new pet goldfish. For the girls, not TK, which Carlos made absolutely clear.

"Hey girls, where's Carlos?"

"Milk bottles." They both say at the same time. TK thanks them, and walks around until he finds the milk bottles. He sees Carlos before Carlos can see him. Even from a distance, he can see Carlos is uncharacteristically sweaty and his curls have started to break free.

As he walks up, he watches Carlos throw a baseball and raise his arms in cheer before he winces and lowers his right arm.

"Babe," TK says as he gets closer. Now that he's closer to Carlos, he can see the beads of sweat dripping down his face and the ring of it around the neckline of his shirt. TK's confused, it's hot out, as expected, it is Texas, after all; but it's not that hot. "What's going on?"

Carlos starts when he realizes TK is next to him. He was so focused on the pyramid of milk bottles in front of him. "Oh no," Carlos responds. "You weren't supposed to see, it was supposed to be a surprise."

"Here you are, sir." A man in a red and white striped shirt hands Carlos a stuffed orange lizard. Carlos goes to reach for it with his right hand but changes to his left hand.

"And this is for you." Carlos holds out the stuffed animal to TK who stares at it, slightly perplexed, slightly in awe and even more slightly in love.

TK reaches for it, and Carlos smiles at him like he's worth every curl unfurled. "Babe," He grabs Carlos' left hand, careful not to irritate the right one. He pulls them aside, out of the walk way and earshot of the carny. "Did you throw out your right arm trying to win me a stuff lizard?"

"It made me think of you," Carlos affirms, wiping at his face on his shirt sleeve. "I couldn't not get it. Who knew it would be level to training day for the academy." He rotates his arm, trying to gauge the pain.

"Well, this just means I get to give a slow, sensual massage later tonight." TK whispers into his ear.

"TK," Carlos smirks. He nods to the ring toss they're standing next to. "Not in front of the gold fish."

TK stares at the stuffed animal in his hands. It's eyes are a little too close together, and it's smile is a little crooked, but he loves it all the same. That said, TK begs the question he never thought he'd have to ask. "Babe, how much did you spend on this little guy?"

Carlos is silent, trying to think of the best answer. The last thing he wants to do is tell TK he spent close to ten dollars worth of quarters on a stuffed toy that probably cause ten cents to make. "Baby, you know my love for you is priceless."

TK rolls his eyes, but his smile really gives him away. "You're so cheesy."

Carlos grabs TK's hand again; he suddenly finds himself having a real hankering for corndogs. "You love it."

TK laughs, "Not really," He pulls Carlos is for a kiss that tastes like sugary sweet tea. "But I love you."

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#hope you liked it <3 #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #my writing

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mrsabednadir · 1 year

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Naked and Famous, Pt.1

A/N: HEYOOOOOO it's been a while. This has been my go-to sleep scenario for my beautiful little buttercup Charlie Kelly. Hope you enjoy

WC: 799

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4:30 PM

On a Saturday

Philadelphia, PA.

What the hell is a “Naked and Famous?!”

The guy sitting on the stool across from me just stares expectantly, though kindly. Pretty sure he can tell I’m very, very new to this. And, of course, there’s no one else tending bar.

Dennis and Mac are engrossed in a vicious game of pool: Mac had desperately tried to convince him to play for clothes, though thankfully, they settled on bragging rights. I know better than to interrupt their time together. Charlie’s probably huffing God-knows-what in the back office. Poor thing. Dee and Frank are out, either looking for a mark or bleeding one dry. I think I heard the words “flammable,” “that yellow tape they put up at crime scenes,” and “orphans.” – Good luck, kids.

“You son of a bitch!” Dennis shouts over Mac’s carefree karate victory dance.

Christ. Do these people remember that this is an actual business? With customers?

Oh shit. The customer.

“I'm gonna be real with you. I have no idea what that is, but let me go check on the computer in the back,” I offer, shooing away his insisting that just a beer would suffice. “Gimme one sec.”

Maybe I’ve only been working for half an hour, but I deserve a break, anyways. I walk to the PRIVATE door, past the pile of dirty glasses I knew I’d have to clean because no one else would, and the on-taps dripping pitifully, begging me to change their kegs.

One, two, three knocks on the door earns me a haggard “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” I respond, thankful that Charlie hasn’t passed out yet.

Several seconds pass before I hear anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the still-conscious conclusion so quickly. Just as I’m about to knock again –

“Come on in,” he drawls, with all the effort made to unsuccessfully hide his slurred speech.

As I enter the small room, walls painted a nauseating two-toned egg yolk yellow and throw-up green, I pull up a chair next to Charlie at the desk. He smiles, excitedly yet weakly, as I walk in.

Scruffy, simple, and sweet. Just how I like them. Honestly, if he cleaned himself up, I’d jump his bones.

“ ‘Sup?” he asks, hands neatly folded in his lap.

“ ‘Sup to you. You look sick, Charlie.”

“W..what do you mean? I feel…fine.” His eyes are struggling to stay focused and open. There’s an open can of paint thinner at his side, its sides violently dented from attempts to squeeze out that last bit of escape.

“I mean that you’re super sweaty, and you look super pale and shit. Are you sure you’re alright, dude?”

“Never better,” he grins. It looks genuine, thankfully. “Whatcha need?”

“Customer came in asking for a ‘Naked and Famous’ – what the hell is that, right? – so I’m gonna borrow the computer to search it up,” I explain, pulling the keyboard closer to me and leaning over him slightly to look at the monitor. Maybe I’m a bit too close for comfort, but I hope he’s picking up what I’m putting down.

“Oh, cool,” he replies. Then – “Wait, wait, wait!”

4,300,000 results for “GANGBANG.”

Oh fuck.

Ohhhhh fuck.

Neither of us say anything, but both of us understand.

A loading sign finally finishes its job, slow and laborious, thanks to the bar’s lack of its own WiFi and Frank’s solution to siphon it from the place next door – as he once explained, “it’s a free country, bitch.”

A pretty lady appears on the screen, and she looks very pleased.

Well, at least he muted it.

I try to say something, anything. “I, uh….Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…intrude. Um, I’m gonna go. Yep, gotta go, gotta go,” I blurt as I rush for the sweet escape of literally-anywhere-else-but-here. The whole time, Charlie’s gotten waaaayyyyy paler and much more silent. I slam the door shut and pause for a few moments to regain my composure, like I didn’t just see my boss in the middle of getting his rocks off.

As I make my way back to the already-unsettled customer, a scream erupts from the back office. Damn, that kid’s got pipes – birds scattering, Earth and wine glass shattering. Really, if I wasn’t an active participant in this, it would be funny. Mac and Dennis look up – both of them now have their shirts popped off – then to me. The deer-in-headlights look across my face is enough for them, I guess, as they reluctantly shrug their shirts on (leaving them unbuttoned) and enter the office.

Before the customer can ask any questions, I fill a glass with whatever – it’ll get him drunk all the same – and hand it to him, shakily. A little bit spills out, but we both couldn’t care less.

He nods in appreciation, and in understanding. At least someone here gets me.

#iasip #charlie kelly #always sunny #dennis reynolds #iasip mac #charlie kelly x reader #charlie kelly fic #WHAT TAGS AM I SUPPOSED TO USE WTF #birdiewrites

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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I'd Sell My Soul for You {Frankie Morales/Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: Medical issues/hospitals, drinking, selling of souls, deals with a demon, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, possession, vampirism, biting, blood drinking, death, derogatory language, oral sex (male receiving), slight cum play, rough sex. squirting, non-conish territory due to possession.

Comments: When you collapse after the mission, Frankie will do anything to save you. Including selling his soul to a strange woman in a bar. He doesn't believe that it's real, until it's time to pay the price and his body is inhabited by someone who wants to roam the earth again.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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You stare at the horizon as the boat approaches St. John. You've been throwing up and shivering since you left the mountain and it only seems to be getting worse. You aren't certain how you survived but you are alive...barely. You feel lightheaded and when Frankie walks around the corner, a smile on his face, you collapse.

Shouting your name, Frankie rushes forward. Barely catching you before your head slams against the deck, he’s immediately searching you for wounds, sure that you’ve been hit. That Lorea’s men have followed them here and shot you. Except there’s no wounds and you are burning up. “Shit!” He hisses, gathering you up into his arms as Benny and Will race towards him. “We need a doctor!” He yells, jostling you in his arms as he balances your weight and tries to wake you up. “Wake up baby, wake up.”

"Shit, Fish. What happened?" Benny asks, grabbing his phone out of his pocket to look up the nearest hospital. They should've checked before they arrived like they used to do on missions but they thought you were fine. They thought you just had a cold from the rain. Benny quickly locates the ER and the men grab a passing taxi to take you to hospital.

When they arrive. Frankie is frantic, he's been trying to wake you up the entire time and when they place you on the gurney in the hospital, he's having a breakdown. "She's okay, Cat. She's gonna be okay." Will promises, rubbing his shoulder as they wheel you through the doors that Frankie isn't allowed to follow despite his yelled protests.

“How do you know?” He demands sharply before he shakes his head. “I’m-I’m sorry, I just- I can’t lose her.” He looks down at the ground and kicks at a scuff mark on the tile floor. “She- she was so fucking hot. And she wouldn’t wake up.” You shouldn't have come, he should have put his foot down and told them that you weren't to be involved in this shit. But then again, you wouldn't have let him push you out of this op.

"She's gonna wake up. She - she was sick when we sat on that mountain all night. There was nothing any of us could've done unless someone fucked the warmth back into her." Benny scoffs and Frankie glares at him, "be fucking serious."

Benny holds up his hands, "just saying...body heat. She will be fine, Fish. She's a fighter. Hell, she has saved our asses more than enough times. She doesn't go out with a fucking cold."

Frankie can’t help but pace, walking back and forth across the small waiting area. He knows he’s annoying the few others that are sitting patiently in chairs, but he can’t force himself to sit still. Not when he doesn’t know what is wrong with you. He knows that if you don’t make it, he won’t forgive himself. He can’t. Not when he would have to go home without you. Benny and Will sit, Benny’s leg bouncing anxiously while Will appears almost bored if it weren’t for the intense stare he has set on the double doors where you had last disappeared. “What’s taking so long?” Frankie huffs, swiping his hat off his head and brushing his hair back before jamming it back on his head.

The double doors open just as Frankie stops pacing, and the doctors approach the boys, asking if they are with you. All three of them nod and Frankie is anxious, his heart racing. “She’s stable but she’s in a coma. We don’t…she suffered severe pneumonia and it shut down a lot of her organs. We are…hoping for the best but we believe you should prepare for the worst.” The doctor tells them bluntly. “Does she have any family to notify? Now would be the time to have them come and see her.” The doctor essentially signs your death certificate then and there.

Frankie’s knees nearly buckle, Benny reaching out to steady him and it’s all Frankie can do not to break down right then. “We- uh, there’s no one but us.” Will answers for him, knowing that there is no way that Frankie would be able to talk right now, not when his entire world is spinning on its axis. The only family you have right here, everyone else is no contact and has been for years.

“Can-can- I need- need to see her.” Frankie stutters.

The doctor nods, feeling sorry for Frankie, and he guides him to your room. The machines beep, machines aiding your breathing and your heartbeat is steady as it beeps in the room. You are surrounded by medical equipment and clearly unconscious. “Take as much time as you need.” The doctor tells him, ushering the nurses out of the room.

Rushing forward, Frankie leans over you and cups your cheek. “Baby, you have to wake up, come on.” He begs, tears already sliding down his cheeks when he sees how vulnerable you look in this bed. “You’re stronger than this, I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish, but I need you.” His voice cracks and he kisses your forehead and then your lips while his tears wet your skin. “Wake up, baby.”

Benny and Will appear behind him, both of them with tears in their own eyes. You and Frankie have always been a ‘will they? Won’t they?’ but between Frankie’s failed marriage and your deployments, it never happened, but the Miller brothers both know you and Frankie are meant to be. Evidently not anymore, since it’s likely that you’re going to die. You’ve been like a sister to them, serving alongside them in your own boots, and the brothers know they will be devastated if you die. Frankie though, it could be the death of him. “Frank. She - she ain’t gonna wake up.” Benny tries to tell his friend the truth.

“She’s gonna wake up.” Frankie insists, pressing his lips to yours and squeezing your hand. “She has to.” He turns his head to look at Benny. “Get the fucking doctor back in here, they haven’t tried hard enough.” He demands. The share that he had of the money will go to saving you if that’s what it takes. He will spend every fucking dime he has if it means saving your life. “Money fixes everything, get them back in here.” He turns back to you and caresses your face again. “You’ll be okay baby, I’ll make them fix you.”

Will looks at his brother and nods for him to go “find the doctor.” He walks over to Frankie, gently reaching out to grip his shoulder. “Fish. She - she’s gone, man. You gotta - you gotta accept it. The doctor said it’s not looking good. You can’t just throw money at it. You need to process and pray for the best but prepare for the worst. Money isn’t gonna fix her. You need to let her go.” Will tells his friend, making himself choke as the tears sting in his eyes.

Turning around, Fankie grabs Will’s shirt and shoves him back against the wall. “Fuck you she’s gone.” He snarls in the taller man’s face. “It’s your fucking fault she’s in this bed!” He hisses. “You were the one that insisted that fucking Tom come, that Tom be in charge of this op and he fucked it up. He caused us to be on that fucking mountain. Because you insisted that he come!” He’s raging at Will because he’s about to fall apart and his anger is the only thing that’s keeping him going right now.

Will knows Frankie is distraught and angry and he knows he is taking it out on the nearest person so he isn’t mad, he lets Frankie grab him until the man loosens his grip and a choked sob escapes his lips. “It’s okay man.” Will pulls Frankie into his arms, knowing that he is gonna fall apart and he keeps him close, wrapping his arms around his friend.

This time, Frankie’s grip on Will is desperate as he sobs in his friend’s arms. He has so many regrets, so much time he wasted when he should have told you how he felt and been with you. Now he might lose you forever. “I- I can’t- I can’t lose her.” He sobs, soaking the front of Will’s shirt.

Will holds Frankie close, knowing that this will never leave this hospital room and he’s certain that Benny will stay away for a few minutes longer. “I’m so sorry, Frank. I’m so sorry.” He knows how much you and Frankie loved each other and it destroys him to lose his dear friend, especially when he knows he will lose Frankie too. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. Frankie eventually quietens down and Will offers him a tissue to blow his nose. Frankie thanks him and Benny comes into the hospital room with the doctor.

“There has to be something.” Frankie insists, frowning at the doctor and looking back at you in the bed. “If it’s money- that’s not a problem, but I refuse to believe that pneumonia is going to take the love of my life away from me.” Frankie swallows again and looks at the doctor with a desperate plea in his eyes. “Please.”

“We will do what we can.” The doctor promises, “she’s in a coma so it’s just a question of what happens next. If she wakes up-”

Frankie interrupts him, “when she wakes up.”

The doctor doesn’t react, “then we will see how she reacts. If she doesn’t wake up within the next 24 hours, then…I would prepare yourselves.”

“I’ll do anything.” Frankie promises, nodding. “Anything. Just- please fix her. Bring her back to me.” He’s desperate to make sure you come home with him. That he has a chance to tell you that he loves you. He looks over at Will and Benny. “I’m going to stay here with her. You guys- go on and get some rest.”

“I’d suggest you get some rest too. It’s going to be a long night and she needs to -”

Frankie shakes his head, “I’m staying here.” The doctor doesn’t argue, he nods and lets Frankie remain before making his way out of the room, leaving Frankie and the Miller brothers to say their goodbyes for the day.

“I wish you would let us stay with you.” Benny frowns at Frankie but he ignores that.

“I’ll be okay. You go get some rest.” He insists before he pulls Benny in for a hug, squeezing him tight for a moment before he lets him go. “I’ll sleep here, I’ve slept in worse places.”

The Miller brothers nod, hesitant to leave Frankie, but they know he won’t leave and he won’t let them stay. They go without another word and Frankie exhales shakily. He kneels down beside your bed, reaching for your hand, “please baby. Wake up.” He chokes but you don’t.

The next day, the doctor comes by and you still haven’t woken up. “She hasn’t woken up.” The doctor tells Frankie, “it’s unlikely that she will.”

“She will.” Frankie insists stubbornly, making the doctor sigh. He’s seen plenty of people who refused to accept that their loved ones are gone.

“You can’t stay here today.” The doctor tells him, making Frankie frown. “We need to do some tests and you will be in the way.” It’s a lie, but he needs Frankie to leave, to get some fresh air before he starts to fight the nurses when the inevitable decision is made to take you off all the machines.

Frankie shakes his head, “I’m not leaving her.” The doctor shakes his head, “Mr. Morales, if you refuse to leave, I will have security escort you out and you will not be let back in. So…are you going to leave on your own free will?” Frankie wants to kick and scream but he can’t risk not being let back in so he nods, making his way out of the hospital room. He needs a fucking drink.

He stumbles into a dingy bar about a block from the hospital, ready to drink his sorrows away and forget that the love of his life is laying there dying. He orders a beer and two shots, quickly slamming the shots back before the bartender gets back with his beer. “Fuck, I’d do anything.” He huffs before he puts the bottle to his lips, tilting his head back and not stopping until the bottle is empty.

A woman saunters up to the bar, a smirk on her face, and she sets down another beer for Frankie. “I think I can help you.” She coos, her eyes flashing black and Frankie blinks, certain he’s had too much to drink.

“What the hell are you talking about lady?” He growls.

She leans closer, “I can help you save your love.”

Twisting in his seat, Frankie looks around, certain that he’s not mentioned you to anyone here. Half expecting to see Benny or Will at a table but there is no one in the bar but the two of them, oddly enough. Even the bartender seems to have disappeared. He turns back to the woman and notices that her eyes are just brown now. “How?” He demands, reaching for the bottle since his own is empty. “How can you help?”

She smirks, “it’s simple really. I just need your soul.” She offers and he throws his head back and laughs. It’s not in humor, it’s in sarcasm.

“Lady. My soul is fucking gone. It’s black. I am not getting into heaven with the shit I’ve done in my lifetime. If you want it, you can fucking have it. I just need that woman in that hospital bed to survive. She’s everything to me. She’s a good person. She’s not like me. She deserves to live.” He chokes, slamming the bottle down.

The woman offers him a sad smile, “I can save her. I just need you to sign away your soul, give your body back and let him live again.” She says vaguely and Frankie thinks she’s crazy.

“Sure. Whatever.” He thinks this is bullshit now. “I give you my soul.” He plays along and she smirks, “thank you, Mr. Morales, for doing business with me. She will wake up in the morning in perfect health.”

Frankie scoffs and rolls his eyes at the act, turning to look around the still empty bar. When he looks back towards her, she’s gone, and the noise from the bar hits his ears, the bartender in front of him places his beer down. “What the fuck?” He scoffs, pushing the beer aside. He’s had too much to drink or was having a mental breakdown.

Slapping some cash down on the bar, Frankie stumbles back to the hospital, let into your room without any arguments from the doctor. He collapses into the chair next to your bed and lays his head down on the gurney, next to your hand. Taking it in his and cuddling his cheek to your warm skin, Frankie starts to cry again. “I love you, baby. I would do anything for you. Anything.” He murmurs before his heavy eyes close and he passes out.

****

"Frankie?" He hears your voice, his head pounding, and he swears he's dreaming. "Frankie." You say a little louder, your fingers carding through his locks and his hat lay on the floor. "Frankie, sweetheart." You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheek to try and wake him up.

He moans your name quietly, opening his eyes and when he feels your hand, he shoots up. “Oh my god!” He cries, jaw dropping for a split second before he’s lunging forward and cupping your cheek, looking you over in wonder. “You’re- you’re awake, oh my god, you’re awake!”

You swallow, your throat is a little dry, but you feel absolutely fine. "Frankie. What happened?" You ask, pulling back to look at him. He looks exhausted. He looks like he's been through hell and you frown.

“You-“ Frankie shakes his head, wondering what the hell happened to make you appear so healthy. You look like nothing has happened, like they hadn’t sentenced you to death. “They said you were dying. That your organs were shutting down.” He turns his head and kisses the palm of your hand. Over and over again. “I knew it wasn’t true. That you were going to be okay. You wouldn’t leave me.”

"I - my organs were shutting down?" You choke, tears stinging in your eyes, and you caress his cheek.

Frankie chokes, "I - I thought you were dying. I thought I'd lost you." He mumbles and you shift closer to wrap your arms around him.

"I'm here, Frank. I'm here." You promise, kissing his hair.

“Oh god.” Frankie slides out of his chair and sinks down to his knees by your bed. “I love you.” He breathes out. “I love you so much.” He can’t waste another minute telling you how he feels. He came too close to losing you to try to pretend he isn’t in love with you. “I love you.”

You can’t believe he said it. Years of dancing around each other have led to this moment and you cling to him. “I love you too. I love you.” You pull back to look into those beautiful brown eyes and you surge forward to press your lips to his, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

All he can do is cling to you, kissing you again and again. Relieved that you are saying it back to him. He closes his eyes and thanks that woman, if he was real for bringing you back to him, “I love you so much baby.”

You sob as the reality of nearly dying from both the mission and the aftermath settles over you and you swear you aren’t going to waste another second denying your feelings for Frankie. When the doctor comes in, he’s shocked. Stating it’s a miracle that you’re awake and you seem to have not suffered any effects. He’s confused but decides to run some tests to make sure you’re okay and healthy.

Frankie refuses to leave your side while they are checking you over and you are insistent as well. Making him beam as the doctor goes about his tests to explain how you’ve recovered so quickly.

The doctor is shocked, telling you that it’s a miracle that you’re okay. You are perfectly healthy, and you are relieved but Frankie is almost sobbing. He is so happy that you’re okay. The doctor gives you discharge orders and you are soon leaving the hospital the same day. Frankie is beaming and happy to take you home to the U.S. He just doesn’t know how much it cost him to save you. Not yet anyway.

****

Groaning, Frankie slips out of the bed, making you groan and turn over as he disturbs your sleep. He grins, leaning over and kissing one bare shoulder before he stands and shuffles towards the bathroom. You had moved in with him the second you hit home and it’s been nearly a month of complete bliss.

Closing the door and the moonlight shines through the windows enough that he doesn’t need the light. He glances over at the mirror as he pees, swaying slightly and shakes his head, blinking and staring at the mirror again. His reflection looks different, he’s got shorter hair and his face isn’t covered in scraggly hair. And he has fangs. He blinks again and he’s met with his bewildered expression and bed head. “Goin’ crazy Morales.” He huffs at himself, although he continues to side eye the mirror as he finishes up.

When Frankie returns to bed, you curl into him, kissing his chest. “You okay baby?” Your voice is raspy from sleep but Frankie hums, wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah. Just needed to piss. Getting old sucks.” He snorts and you chuckle against his chest.

“Not too old to fuck me in the middle of the night I hope.” You slide your hand down his chest, rubbing his soft cock through his boxers. You bite down on his nipple before soothing it with your tongue, loving the groan that escapes his lips as his cock jumps under your palm.

“Fuck.” He hisses, starting to harden and he rolls his hips into your hand. He’s been like a fucking teenager with you since coming home from St. John. Unable to get enough of you and luckily you feel the same way. He pushes you onto his back and rolls on top of you. “You need my cock, baby? Need to cum to go back to sleep?”

You've never known a man Frankie's age with the stamina and recovery time of a teenager, but you aren't complaining. You hum when he kisses along your neck, his hands shoving his t-shirt up your body to expose your tits and you arch your back into his mouth when he bites down on your nipple. "Yes. I want - fuck - I need you, baby."

“You’ll get me.” Frankie promises before he switches to the other breast. “Do you want me to lick your pussy before I fuck you?” He asks, sucking your nipple into his mouth while he looks up at you in the dark. His fingers hook under your panties and he waits for your answer.

You whine and nod, “yes. God, please.” You are wet but not wet enough and you’ve never had a partner who loves to eat you out as much as Frankie. He takes your breath away whenever he goes down on you. The darkness shrouding the room is making the feeling more intense as Frankie settles between your thighs and slides his tongue through your folds after he tossed your panties aside.

Frankie groans at the tangy taste of you, holding your hips and dragging your cunt closer to his mouth. He’s hungry, ravenous for you and he feels like he will never have enough of you. His tongue flicks over your clit and he sucks it into his mouth, teeth nipping slightly to make you gasp his name.

"Fuck." You cry, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, bucking your hips up into his mouth. He is so eager to bite your skin all the time but you love it, love how you feel the bruises the next day. "Oh God, it feels so good." You close your eyes, enjoying the feel of his tongue on your clit. "Frankie, baby. You're gonna - I'm gonna-" Your words fade into a silent scream as he makes you cum with swift expertise.

Frankie growls as he tastes your pleasure on his tongue. Gripping your hips harshly as he works you through it until you are gasping for air. It’s hard to pull himself away but he manages to drag himself away so he can move up your body as he shucks his boxers down to free his cock from its confines. “Spread your legs, baby. Pull them back with your hands.” He wants to be deep, for you to feel him in your guts and ache tomorrow.

His words almost make you cum again, his growl is beyond sexy and you wonder where the sweet Frankie you knew goes when you have sex. You follow his orders, pulling your legs back for him, and you whine when he teases your clit with the head of his cock until he pushes into you, making you both groan at the sensation. He always stretches you, always has you gasping for air as you try to readjust to his girth. “Fuck.” You breathe out, eyes closed as he pushes deep.

The second he’s buried into your tight cunt, his nostrils flare and he grits his teeth. Grinding his hips before he pulls out so that just the top is inside you before he is driving back into you with a snarl.

“Shit. Frankie!” You gasp, his hands gripping your legs to lift your calves onto his shoulders. He practically folds you in half. You cry out, clinging to his back as he thrusts deep inside of you, hitting your cervix with each harsh move of his hips. “Fuck baby. So- so good. You’re so deep.” You pant, unable to do anything but lay there with the way he’s fucking you. He’s not soft, there’s no lazy middle of the night sex happening, it’s fucking and he’s making you squeal with how hard he punches your gut with his cock.

He’s feral, it’s not even enough as his hips slap against your ass. He feels like a man possessed. He has this need, this fucking desire, to bite you. Lunging down while he’s still hammering into you, he bites your shoulder harshly, making you cry out. His tongue soothes the marks but then he’s biting you again. “So good, fuck- you’re always so good.” He groans. “My good little cock sleeve.”

His words make your cunt gush around him as a wave of arousal hits you. Fuck, he’s never talked to you like this before. He’s never been so vulgar. Usually Frankie is loving and sweet, slowly working you up, but this version has you screaming with pleasure and you haven’t even cum yet. He’s thrusting deep, his teeth sinking into your shoulders and neck like he’s trying to draw blood, and you squeal in pleasure when your orgasm finally hits. Soaking Frankie’s stomach with a torrent of liquid as you squirt for him.

Frankie lets go of your shoulder and rears back, roaring in pleasure. A black haze clouds his eyes and he is overcome by the urge to bite at your pulse. He can feel your blood pounding and he needs to taste it. A sharp pain shoots through his mouth but he’s too lost in the frantic need to notice that he’s grown fangs. Snarling your name, he surges forward and sinks his teeth into your veins, blood spurting into his mouth.

Your screams echo through the house, eyes rolling back as the pleasure continues, and all of a sudden, it’s darkness and your body goes limp. You lost too much blood but Frankie doesn’t notice, too busy thrusting deep inside of you and spilling his seed, painting your walls with his hot cum while he gulps down your blood.

It takes long, shuddering moments for Frankie to come back to himself. Hazy and drunk on pleasure when he realizes that he tastes the coppery tang of blood on his lips. “Shit baby, I broke skin.” He groans, licking his lips as he pushes back up into his elbows to look down at you, “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You don’t answer him, making him pull back even more to see your eyes closed. “Babe, did I make you pass out from cumming?” He chuckles, frowning when you continue to play dead. “Babe, come on.” He shakes you, but you don’t respond, just jostling limply in his arms. “Babe!”

He pulls out of you and rushes over to switch on the light, choking when he sees the bed covered in blood. “Baby! What the fuck! What did I do!” Frankie yells, running over to you and slapping his hand over your neck, two puncture marks in your skin. “Shit! Shit!” His other hand is on the other side of your neck, searching for a pulse. “Oh fuck, shit, shit!”

Frankie doesn't know what to do, he's beside himself, and he doesn't see the way his reflection smirks in the mirror on the wall opposite your bed. Within seconds, Frankie's eyes roll into the back of his head and when they reappear, they are black and soulless.

"Don't worry, soldier boy. She's gonna be fine. Pretty little thing is gonna be a vampy like me." Max pauses, listening to Frankie screaming inside of his own mind. "Awww. Don't you worry, Frankie poo. She's gonna be alright. As for you...it's your fault." Max tuts, "shouldn't have sold your soul. It's mine now. Just had to take my time until I could take what's always been mine." Max cups your cheek, leaning in to lap at the puncture marks on your neck.

“I killed her! I fucking killed her!” Frankie screams inside his head, horrified at the sight of your lifeless body.

Max tuts and shakes his head. “You didn’t kill her, although I don’t know why she would let you fuck her. Look at you.” He looks in the mirror again and runs Frankie’s fingers through his hair. “At least you look similar to me. Or, you will once we get that shit shaved off this face and a haircut,” he huffs before he looks down and grins. “At least you’re decent in the dick department. Not a bad body to use for eternity.” Frankie screams again and Max rolls his eyes. “Hey, I’m not the one who sold my soul pal, shoulda read the fine print on the contract.”

Frankie screams but Max blocks him in the back of his mind and he walks into the bathroom and pulls out the razor and clippers Frankie has stored under the sink. "I asked her for a similar body and boy, she pulled through." Max focuses on shaving the stupid hair off his cheeks before he grabs the scissors and chops his hair, styling it with gel. "Much better. Those fucking lumberjack shirts are gonna have to go, buddy. Some bespoke suits are in order. Gotta impress our girl."

All Frankie can do is watch while this person, this thing, goes through his closet and clicks his tongue in disapproval. He wants to scream again when he walks over to you, reaching out and touching you. It’s like he’s doing it but he’s not in control, this other person is. Horrified to realize that he had sold his soul that day and now he’s possessed by something. Something that now wants you. He watches as the blood is taken care of, the sheet stripped out from under your body and replaced. His body settles next to you and watches, waiting for something.

****

You wince when the sunshine comes in through the window, hissing in an unnatural way, and someone apologizes and shuts the blinds. “Sorry, sweetheart. Forgot.” A voice coos and you frown,

“Frankie?” There’s a chuckle and your throat is so dry. You swallow harshly but nothing makes it better and you turn your head to see Frankie staring at you, a grin on his face. “You- you shaved?” You rasp, frowning because Frankie never shaves.

Max smiles at you and tilts his head. “It looks better.” He hums. “Don’t you think? Fresh start, fresh look.” He reaches out and cups your cheek. “You really are lovely, aren’t you? How did I get so lucky?”

You frown, shifting to sit up, and you look down at Frankie. “Fresh start?” You are confused but your throat is so dry, you can’t think of anything else. “Can you get me some water please?” You ask Frankie, coughing slightly.

“You don’t need it.” Max hums, shaking his head and reaching for the metal insulated cup that he had placed on the nightstand. “This is what you need. It will take away that horrible thirst you have.” He promises, holding it out to you. “Much better than water ever would.”

You grab the cup, taking a sip, and you moan as the liquid cools your throat. When a drop escapes your lips as it falls onto the sheets, your eyes widen. “Is that- is that fucking blood?” You shriek, tossing the cup at Frankie who expertly catches it. You freeze, staring at him for a moment and it hits you. “You’re not Frankie. Who - who the fuck are you?”

“Smart cookie.” Max chuckles as he sets down the cup. “I like a woman with….brains.” He winks at you before he gives a two finger salute. “In my past life, my name was Max Phillips, baby doll. You can call me whatever you want. Maxie poo, oh god- you’ll be saying that one a lot.” He smirks and bites his lip. “How’s your throat feeling now? Still thirsty?”

You shift off of the bed, “what the fuck! Where’s Frankie? What have you done with him? What - what have you done to me? You did this to me! You - I - tell me what you’ve done!” You demand, striding over to him and you wrap your fingers around his neck.

“Ohhhh, feisty! I like that.” Max grins at you and hums. “Keep that up and we’re gonna fuuuuuck.” He teases with another wink. “But baby, breath play only works when you need to breathe.” He tuts with a playful frown. “Don’t worry, your rugged boy toy is still here, deeeeeeep down inside.”

You lower your hand, confused by his words until you realize he is Frankie. Frankie is still in there. "What are you?" You tilt your head, trying to figure out what has happened to you and to your boyfriend. "Please. Just fucking explain!" You shout, feeling your face morph.

“It’s easy, toots.” Max gives a small shrug and reaches out to touch his finger to the tip of one fang. “Ouch! Baby fangs are always so sharp!” He huffs to himself. “I was tired of Limbo, it’s soooo boring there! So my demon friend, we bump uglies sometimes-“ he sends you another lewd wink. “She promised to find me a body. And your boy toy here was desperate to save your miserable little life.” He pouts dramatically. “Sooooooooo, he sold her his soul in exchange for saving your life but now it is time to pay the piper so I took over his body while he was balls deep in that pussy and I bit you and technically killed you so you could become like me.” Max rushes out really fast and grins at you, his fangs showing. “A vampire.”

You stare at him, at his fangs, and you process his words. You feel sick, the blood you drank swirling in your stomach, and you come to the realization that Frankie sacrificed his soul for you and now, you are dead. Technically dead. "Why - why did you change me?" You choke, trying to figure out this complicated vampire.

“Bored? Lonely?” Max shrugs again. “You matter to this sop that’s inside me and I know he would be whining for all of eternity if you got old and died on him.” He huffs. “Soooo I decided you were hot enough to want to bang for hundreds of years.” He chuckles and literally pats himself on the back. “Don’t worry, I’ll let him out to play like a good boy. Just look at it like a very twisted threesome.”

You are shocked, unable to believe that your boyfriend is inside of this monster, and now you are a monster. One who is going to live for eternity. “I- this is - this is impossible. I can’t - I just want Frankie.” You choke, collapsing down to the floor as the reality hits. “Not you. Not you.”

Max rolls his eyes and huffs. “God, baby vamps are so dramatic. Fine.” He points at you. “Just remember, you stake me, Frankie boy goes bye-bye too, where he would be spending eternity in Hell rather than in this body with me.” He warns you before he lets Frankie come back out.

His entire body language changes and it’s Frankie in control as he rushes to kneel down. “Baby! God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he chokes back a sob as he cups your cheeks. “I didn’t know what was going to happen.” He promises.

You cling to him, pulling him into your arms, and you shake your head, just breathing him in. “Don’t baby. It’s okay. I love you. I love you. You did - fuck - you’re so stupid but you saved me.” You cup his cheeks, “I - is it painful? Are you - does he hurt you?” You ask, caressing his cheek.

Frankie shakes his head and leans in to kiss you. “No, no, it doesn’t hurt, I just- I can see and hear you, but it’s like I’m in a glass room and you don’t know I’m there.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t- I couldn’t lose you. It - I’m sorry.”

“Ssh shh. It’s okay. I- I’m so sorry baby but I promise you, I’m gonna figure out how to save you, okay? I'm gonna figure it out. That asshole won’t have you for long.” You promise him, kissing him a few times, until you feel his posture change.

“I could get used to this.” Max chuckles, pecking your lips, and you immediately pull away from him.

“Bastard.” You hiss, shifting away and you stand up, reaching for the cup. Craving the blood inside. “Why are you doing this?” You ask him after you slam the empty cup down.

“What?” Max pouts at you, and gesturing around. “Giving you immortal life? Taking you away from the bullshit of being sick or weak? Being a boring human?” Max scoffs. “Allowing your boyfriend to still live? I could have just sent him to Hell, you know? I was being nice.” He heaves a sigh. “But since you don’t want that….”

“Wait!” You step towards him, “don’t. Don’t hurt Frankie. Please. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt him.” You plead, knowing you’d never forgive yourself if Frankie went to hell because of you. After a moment, you step closer to Max. “I mean…what made you want to come back so badly? How did you die if you’re supposed to be immortal?”

He rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted face. “The one fucking weakness we have.” He grumbles. “Fucking wooden stakes through the heart, the sun - it’s just irritating and causes sunburn. So wear a hat and sunglasses outside. But that stake- I swear I would demolish all the trees.” He shakes his head and looks back at you curiously. “Wouldn’t you want to come back? Live again, if you could?”

You bite your lip, contemplating his words for a few moments. “I did, didn’t I? I was supposed to die. Frankie saved me and now, you’ve given me eternal life…as long as I stay away from stakes. I, uh, I don’t really know what to say other than I guess we gotta figure it out if you're here and I’m here. I do want to see Frankie daily.” You warn him, knowing that your boyfriend is still in there. Max might look like him but you don’t love Max, you love Frankie.

Max pouts at that, sticking his lip out and sidling closer to you. “Are you sure?” He coos. “You seemed to really like it when I called you my little cock sleeve.” He sends you a small smirk and reaches out to stroke your shoulder. “We could have some real fun, show ‘ole Frankie boy how he should have been fucking you.”

You pull away from him, “you’re disgusting. That’s - I won’t let you touch me. I thought that was Frankie.” You choke, not knowing that it was Max who fucked you to within an inch of your life.

“All me sugartits.” Max says proudly and you growl, walking over to slap him. His head turns with a satisfying smack and he pouts as he turns back to look at you.

“That wasn’t very nice, sweetheart. Don’t make me teach you a lesson.” He hisses and you go to slap him again but he catches your wrist this time.

“Fuck you, Max.”

“Oh, but you did, sweet cheeks.” Max coos with a smirk on his face. “And you loved it. Didn’t you? Squirted all over my cock. Our cock?” He tilts his head in contemplation and frowns for a second before he shrugs. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you have your boring love making.” He huffs. “But just so you know, he wanted to do those dirty things with you. He’s just too much of a wimp to tell you. Afraid of running you off. Scared you’ll break, but now you are stronger.”

You stare at Max for several moments until you can't hold back. You surge forward, pressing your lips to his, and you wrap your arms around your neck, dragging him against you. You feel connected to him, you can't describe it.

If he is surprised, he doesn’t act like it. Chuckling as he pulls you closer and immediately shoves his tongue into your mouth. Frankie watches, startled that you would so eagerly kiss someone you were just trying to slap. He knows what Max said is true, he had wanted to fuck you like that, but he had been scared. Max reaches up and grabs the back of your neck, holding it tight as he plunders your mouth and pulls back, biting your bottom lip harshly. “Good girl.” He growls. “Knew you would like it.”

You whimper, feeling the lust surge up within you, and you reach down to palm him through the boxers he had put on. “Fuck me.” You beg breathlessly, wanting to feel connected to this man - Frankie or Max - he’s still the man you love and you need him.

He pulls back and smirks at you, flashing his fangs. “Are you talking to me, or your lover boy?” He teases before he slides the boxers down and reveals his hardening cock. “Just think of it as getting fucked by two men, sugar tits. One will make you feel loved, the other will cum on your pretty face.”

You know it’s wrong, you should try and kill him for taking Frankie from you but the connection is undeniable and you know Frankie is now intertwined with this creature. A vampire. You are one too and your sire is about to fuck you. You reach down to wrap your fingers around his hard cock, a cock you know well. “Max.” You whimper when his hands squeeze your tits through the t-shirt you’re still wearing.

“Ohhh I like that, say it again.” Max demands, his cock twitching in your hand.

“Max.” You whisper in shame and he grins back at you, pinching your nipple and tugging on it sharply.

“Frankie was a good little boy and licked your pussy but I want you on your knees. It’s been sooooo long since I got my dick sucked.” He huffs, tugging on your nipples again. “But watch the fangs, sugar tits.”

You obey, shifting onto your knees, and you look up at Max, seeing the darkness in his eyes compared to the light in Frankie's. "Fuckkkk." Max hisses when you waste no time taking him into your mouth, avoiding the fangs, and you wrap your lips around the head, keeping your gaze on him.

“Fuck, knew you would be a good little cock sucker.” He groans, holding the back of your head to force you to take more of him. “Tell me he fucked your throat, tell me he didn’t waste this.”

You shake your head as best you can, choking for a second until you remember you don’t need to breathe. You relax, letting him push deeper and you widen your jaw, saliva dripping down your chin and your eyes start to water at the roughness of his touch.

Your gargled response makes him laugh and he pushes even deeper until his cock is down your throat. “I want more. Lay down on the bed.” He orders, pulling his cock out of your throat and you splutter but follow his orders, laying down on the bed on your back and you open your mouth for him.

“This is how you should have been treating her, Frankie boy.” Max coos as he comes over to you, his cock in his hand and he smacks it against your lips several times before he slides into your mouth. “Guaranteed our little slut will be dripping and begging for this cock. And good news! We can fuck as often and as long as you want. Perk of being dead.” He chuckles to himself and groans when he shoves past your gag reflex and down your throat to make it bulge. “I’ll cum on her face and tits and I’ll be nice and let you lick it up while you feel how fucking tight her improved vampy cunt squeezes this cock. But you better fuck her like she deserves. Like a little slut.”

Frankie can’t stop the groan that escapes him as he watches you take Max’s cock - his cock - down your throat. You look like you’re enjoying this and he should hate it but fuck, you look so good. “Oh he likes it.” Max chuckles darkly and you moan around his length, eyes closing as you let him fuck your throat.

Max isn’t gentle. He doesn’t want to be. He doesn’t have to be because he knows you can take it. He hisses, pushing his cock deep and the slapping of his balls hits against your forehead. “Fuck, good girl. Oh good girl. You love this, don’t you? You love being used like this.”

You can’t deny that you do, you are dripping onto the sheets and you know he can smell it. You hum around his length, making him moan, and you open your eyes to look up into the demonic glimmer of Max. “Fuckkkk.” He groans when you swallow around him, squeezing him tight.

Max can feel Frankie’s arousal, it’s as great as his own. Feel him watching and wishing it were him. Another minute of grunts from him and moans from you and Max is pulling out of your mouth. Pumping his cock furiously as he stands over your face. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.” He groans as he paints your face with ropes of his cum.

You just about manage to close your eyes and you flinch as his hot cum hits your face but you stick your tongue out, letting his seed hit it and you wait until you hear him stop working his cock. “Fuck baby.” You hear him pant and you swallow the cum on your tongue, slowly opening your eyes when you realize he had the decency to avoid that area.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight.” Max coos, swiping his finger through his cum and popping it in his mouth. “Okay slugger, you’re up to bat.” He tells Frankie. “Fuck her right.” Max lets Frankie come through and watches from the sidelines.

Frankie stumbles slightly as he comes back into his body and you look up at him, a little embarrassed at how you've behaved, but he's like a man possessed - ironically - and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, leaning over you for an upside down kiss that takes your breath away as he tastes his cum on your tongue, his hands squeezing your tits.

He groans, wanting to give you want you need now that he’s seen you respond to the way Max fucked you when he bit you. Now that Max is in his body, has changed him, he has strength he didn’t have before. Grabbing you to spin you around and flip you over easily so he can fuck you from behind. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna wreck you.” He promises as he spears forward and sinks into you without a second’s notice.

Your scream echoes in the room and his hands dig into the flesh of your hips but it doesn’t hurt. You love it. Grinding back onto him, trying to get him impossibly deeper, you cry out Frankie’s name and he sets a harsh pace, giving you no mercy as he starts to fuck you hard and fast. Inhumanly fast, his hips slam against your ass, making you squeal.

“Fuck.” Frankie spits, his eyes wide and surprised at how fucking tight you are squeezing him. “You do love this. You like being my little s-slut?” He stutters slightly, not used to calling you names, but there are things you’ve been hiding from him that Max could see. “Have us both use you? Fuck you full?”

“Yes. Oh fuck yes.” You cry, grinding back onto him, and you grip the clean bedsheets, tearing them with your nails as Frankie pushes deep into you. “I love it. I love you. I love you both. I’m your slut. I’m yours.” You ramble, unable to stop yourself.

Frankie hisses, listening to Max preen inside him but he’s not jealous. Instead your confession makes him thrust harder, wanting to hear you scream it. “Say it again!”

“I’m yours. Fuck. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m - oh shit!” You squeal, collapsing forward onto your elbows and Frankie reaches for your arms, joining your wrists together behind your back and he uses your weight against you to fuck you even harder. The bed creaks and you think it’s about to break under the force.

Frankie snarls, giving into the animalistic nature that is buried down deep. The side he likes to pretend doesn’t exist. The one that Max shows so well. He yanks you back, lifting your upper body off the bed while he hammers into you, feeling his cock beat against your cervix. “Cum. Do it, show me what a slut you are. Show me how badly you wanted this, to be used and covered with cum, filled with it. Cum!” He shouts.

His words combined with the unforgiving way he is fucking up into you sends you over the edge. You clamp down on his cock, soaking him for the second time tonight, and he growls against your neck, not biting down but mouthing the skin. “Fr- Fr - Frank - Frankie!” You manage to get out, wanting him to cum, wanting him to fill you up.

He gives in. Gasping out your name even though he doesn’t need to breathe anymore, Frankie pushes his hips one last hard thrust and buries himself as deep as he can. Practically growling as he pumps waves of his cum into your greedy cunt.

You pant, albeit unnecessarily- a habit from your humanity - and you lean back against him, loving how good it feels. It’s the Frankie you love mixed with the devil that is Max Phillips. You turn your head to press your lips to his, fangs extended and you accidentally prick his lip. “Sorry baby.” You lap up the drop of blood that tastes familiar.

“It’s okay.” Frankie wonders what exactly he is now that he’s hosting Max Phillips in his body. “I love you. I hope you know that. I don’t regret saving you.” How can he when you are here, still with him even if you are technically dead, the monster inside him turning you into a vampire.

You reach back to card your fingers through his hair. “Baby. I- I love you. You gave up your soul for me. Hopefully we will live forever now. Although we can’t tell the guys about it. We gotta…we gotta disappear eventually.” You sigh, knowing that you can’t tell your friends why you aren’t aging. It’s not fair to anyone to let them in on your eternal secret. Frankie sighs but agrees, kissing your cheek.

“It’s not going to be easy.” He agrees and then you feel the shift. His grip becomes tighter, the kisses along your neck become harder. “Nothing good is ever easy, toots, but you got an eternity to figure it out.”

You sigh, looking into the dark eyes of your new lover. “With you, it’s gonna be an interesting eternity.”

Max grins, “it’s gonna be real fun. Don’t you worry. I have money too, in accounts across the world. It ain’t just cost you a thing.” He promises.

You huff, raising your eyebrows, “just my boyfriend’s soul.”

Max shrugs, “small price to pay for your life.” Frankie agrees in Max’s mind. You nod, knowing you’ll do whatever it takes to save Frankie’s soul. Going along with Max’s plan is a necessary evil but you’ll figure out how to eject him from Frankie’s body. There has to be a way. Otherwise you’ll be spending eternity with Max Phillips.

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