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absolutebl · 11 months

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This Week in BL - Multiple Thrupples are Forming

June 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - Emotional blackmail from the ex notwithstanding, I guess it’s Pat’s turn to break hearts. I have to say Up was really well cast in this part - extremely believable. Well done all around. Jeng is so smitten, so awkward, so cautious, yet so sharp when it comes to a seme confrontations. I LOVE how sensitive Jeng is to the fact that he has a one-sided crush but also deluded by how much he wants the fantasy of the relationship. The agonizing roller coaster we watch him go through in this ep did a lot of work to elevate and expand his character. (Oh hi Green!) Poor Pat: thinks he’s teasing his straight boss, is actually slow dancing with future husband. Happens to the best of us.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 - Don’t kiss someone else. Just argh. Dumb plot divice. I expected better of you LP. Everyone is so overdramatic and overreacting. I wonder if (in addition to all of the other tropes this narrative is scrutinizing) it’s examining bisexual identity through Pat + his ex? Like, this episode is actually about trusting the bisexual to choose his gay lover when he has the so called “option of being normal.” That soulmate is an allegory for gayness & identity & choice (and whether we even have a choice in who we love and are attracted to) and the interplay all of this has with one's own perception of self and other's perception of you… Or am I giving it too much credit? Meanwhile... l flipping adore the love triangle twist, and really wonder if they’re gonna have the guts to take this aspect to its inevitable triangular conclusion. Such a good show.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 4 of 10? - Screw all y’all, I’m eloping with Pair & Max. We forming a thrupple and pretending Jittirain doesn’t exist. Trash watch here.

Luminous Solution (Sat Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - I love the high school boys so much it’s scary: flirting, biting, frankness, roughhousing + lap sitting! Also messy high school gay triangle. Gah. All of this for little-old me?! I was mad every time we jumped forward in time (to the adults) or whatever the hell is going on. Thank goodness this is only 6 eps.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love Tractor (Korea Weds iQIYI) eps 3-4 of 8 - I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT IS EVERYTHING. SHUT UP I AM FERRIL FOR THE BEAUTIFUL CITY BOY & HIS YOUNG FARMER. Come on. Korea. Have mercy? Plus some language play? Slayed. Right... the episode; This show reminds me so much of a Korean style Restart After Come Back Home. I’m not even slightly mad about it. It’s the BL I didn’t even know to ask for. Soap opera tumble and baby in hospital is SUCH a princess moment and I am living for it. Although the reversal is even cuter, princess turns out to be a caring tsundere Dom. And then obligatory water-hose frolicking! Oh, stop, you. (Allegory much? i being to think hose spraying is just another way of BL saying... well... hose spraying) AND “there is only one bed but they slept together on the floor together anyway”. These boys are hitting all my favorite tropes. BL please never lose your sense of childish wonder. And... the hose spraying is nice too.

Tokyo in April AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Based on a NSFW yaoi, this is a reunion romance that takes place in an office. Look, this is a weird little 2nd chance at love that reminds me a bit of Our Dating Sim. But it’s more traditional yaoi office romance with evil boss and inter-departmental politics. The leads are cute childhood (almost) sweethearts and I adore it unreasonably already.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 6 of 12 - Vertical video prod is stupid. I’m sorry young people. Stop it. BUT the cuddling is cute. Christ BV can kiss. Is there anyone he doesn’t have amazing chemistry with? Oh the sunshade trope I haven’t seen that one in forever. Also clearly his character has a type, and that type = ultra-bitch.

Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 2 of 6 - It’s fine.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - Oh dear. Baby is hurt and rejected. Faen fatal knows her competition is a boy, she also knows what jealousy looks like. But this baby has his own boy. This is all feeling rather Thai BL. There’s even an ep 11 of DOOM coming up next.

It’s Airing But ...

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly in English and set in LA so I’m not bothering but the first one did drop.

Ever After (Pinoy ????) - I got nothing.

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*)

Boys Love Omegaverse (Japan ????) - honestly tho? Who tf cares? You’ll still tell me if you find it, because inquiring minds... Irony of this airing at the same time as Takumi-kun. Full circle much, Japan?

Ended This Week

Tin Tem Jai special showed up on Gaga as ep 11 & 12 under the original show. (Indebted to spies reporting in.) Also on YouTube. What was that I just watched? Did I watch something? Was there anything? I suppose the bathtub scene was cute. Subs are bonkers. Seriously. Do. Not. Bother.

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan) - pay attention TTJ THIS is how you do a special. But I’m gonna do a series review, here ya go: I was always gonna love the show if they stuck to the manga (which is very dear to my heart). And they did, paralleling it almost exactly. It’s a quiet & cozy little parable of found family alleviating loneliness. Possibly too slow for some but definitely high up there for me with the best of what Japan can do (like Restart After Come Back Home), it’s only flaw (if I dare say such a thing) is that it is not really “romantic.” Lovely & sweet but the romance beats are being used to build a family relationship, not just couple intimacy, it’s OK with me, but not totally BL. 9/10

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting this Week

6/22 About Us but Not About Us (Pinoy movie from 2022 on Prime) - A professor grieving the loss of his partner meets an ambitious literature student.

6/24 Tie The Knot AKA Under the Same Sky (Pinoy movie on Prime) Trailer - I guess Prime is coming for our Pinoy BL? From OXIN Films (Rainbow Prince), announced for 2022 based on a true story, Briggs's family runs a bridal business but he has never had a chance to fall in love until he meets Shao, a groom to be.

6/24 Why You (Khmer BL ????) - Billed as a horror romance, not sure if this is a movie or a series or where it will air.

6/25 Dinosaur Love (Thai iQIYI) Trailer 5 eps - from Ultimate Troop about a uni student, Rak, whose partner cheats on him with Rak's best friend. This gives bad boy hazer Dino an opportunity to hit on Rak at last. From The Yearbook people so I will not watch this as it airs. After Remember Me? Never again with them.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Step by Step knocked it outta the park this week.

Stupid Genius (speaking for all BL)

No baby. Pretty much every human on the planet would react that way. (Love Tractor)

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? IVE’s I Am

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 8 months

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Evermore Part 4

Summary: It’s been 7 years since the love of your life left you behind for his career. When he decides to come back, is it too late to start anew? Will you decide to start over or realize what's been right in front of you this whole time?

Chapter Summary: Backstory for Eddie and Peach.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI! AFAB reader. Angst (of course). Hurt/no comfort. Alcohol/drug use. Brief, soft smut. P in V. Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is given the nickname Peach.

Word Count: 6.3K

Masterlist

June – 1985

Another party was in full swing at the Harrington residence. It was an unusually muggy, sticky night. Everyone that was somebody at Hawkins High, as well as a few nobodies were in attendance. Steve never minded who showed up. Drinks were flowing, the smell of weed and sweat clung to the air; hormonal laced teens spaced throughout the house and back yard out by the pool, and more than a few getting some relief in the cool water. The epitome of high school parties. This was Steve’s last hoorah before starting a summer internship and then off to college.

You were sitting in one of the loungers, cut-off denim shorts and billowy tank to help with the sweltering temperature. Even past sundown, the heat radiated from the concrete surrounding the pool. He saw you across the yard, lost in your own little world, nursing your drink. Running in different circles, you’d never talked at school, but he knew you weren’t one of those bully types, though you were popular. He knows that infectious smile that could captivate anyone lucky enough to be graced with it sent their way.

You were zoned out, thinking about refreshing your drink when he sidled up in the lounger next to you.

“Hey, this seat free?” he blurted out, not knowing what else to say in the moment.

Initially jumping from the voice, then turning then to see who had spoken, “Oh hey.” The metalhead looked a little frazzled, out of sorts. “I’m not looking to get stoned tonight, so don’t bother trying to sell any. I don’t do that around big crowds.”

You knew Steve invited the local drug dealer to all his parties, even though neither he nor you did any of the hard stuff; just the occasional blunt being shared when it was just the two of you. He said it was for effect, King Steve trying to stay on top.

“Oh, that’s not… I mean… Yeah, I sell. I was just chilling,” Chilling? Had he just said that out loud? He internally groaned.

“Sorry, that’s cool. I shouldn’t have just assumed. Eddie, right?” you smiled radiantly at him then. You knew HIS name.

“Yeah, that’s me. You’re uh… Harrington’s girl, right? Y/N?”

You snorted, “I’m not Harrington’s girl. We’re just close friends. And you can call me Peach, everyone else does.”

The two of you hit it off instantly. You hadn’t judged him for not graduating yet, even offering to tutor him if needed, he would gladly take the offer if it meant spending more time with you. You had even gone as far as commending him for not giving up like most people would already have.

“Yeah, well, if I don’t graduate this time my uncle will kill me.” He barked a laugh, slowly taking a drag of the blunt he now held.

“You’re into D&D, aren’t you? You’re, what do they call it…? Oh, Dungeon Master!” you snapped your fingers as it came to you, he nearly choked on the drag.

“You,” he pointed for emphasis, “Ms. Popularity, know about D&D?”

“Oh yeah, Steve and I know these kids that are starting high school this fall that absolutely love it. I was hoping you might be looking for some new members. They’re good kids, I’m just worried how high school is going to treat them.” You stopped yourself before you started rambling too much, the alcohol starting to affect your mouth, as it usually did when you were buzzed.

“Hellfire could always use some new members; I thought you might be interested there for a sec,” he took another drag as he spoke. “Wishful thinking,” he mumbled to himself lowly, but you had caught it, shyly grinning to yourself.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Eds. They tried to get me to join in before, don’t get me wrong, I like the fantasy of it but it’s just not my thing.”

Eds, he liked that. He knew he was in trouble the moment he heard the nickname roll off your tongue so easily. He started to say something else, when he was interrupted by a gruff sounding voice from behind the two of you.

“Peach, this guy bothering you?” You both turned to look, Billy Hargrove staring daggers at Eddie, pointing to him, cigarette in hand, eyes briefly flicking to yours before landing back to the other boy.

“Oh, hey Billy, no, this is Eddie. He’s a friend.”

Billy seemed to think it over a beat, taking a drag from his smoke before speaking once again, “Alright Peach, I’m heading out, you need a ride home?” he stubbed out what remained of his smoke, heading toward you.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just stay here tonight. Be safe getting home and say hi to Red for me!”

“Sure thing, Princess. Don’t let Munson keep you up too late.” Winking at you as he walked away, rolling your eyes in reply.

“Ugh… odd company you seem to keep.” Eddie was a little dumbfounded. He knew Hargrove as a grade-A asshole. Even going as far as beating the shit out of Harrington last year if his memory was correct.

“I know what you’re thinking, I tolerate him. Don’t get me wrong, still a total dick but uh, he really changed over the past couple of months. His dad left his stepmom, and Billy was caught in the middle, with Max his kid sister. Now that guy, Neil, was a real piece of work. Max and I are close.” Eddie nodded along with the story of woe you told, pondering how a girl like you wasn’t already taken. Beauty, brains, and it was obvious the compassion you held for others.

“But, uh, I guess you could say our little group of friends is a bit odd to people on the outside looking in. Oh, Max lives at Forest Hills now. You may have seen her, broody girl with fiery red hair. Can’t miss her!”

Eddie had remembered seeing them the day they moved in. He had said hi to her in passing but she wasn’t much for talking. Stayed mostly to herself.

The rest of the night went by too quickly, chatting with Eddie into the early morning hours. Party goers eventually ran out of alcohol and energy, just a handful still mingling and talking amongst themselves. You and Eddie enjoying the quiet bubble you had created for yourselves.

You suddenly stopped Eddie mid-sentence when you heard I was Made for Lovin’ You by KISS begin over the speakers as you started to loudly sing along.

“Tonight, I wanna give it all to you… In the darkness, there’s so much I wanna do…” you stopped when you noticed Eddie slack jawed, taken aback, staring at you a little bug eyed with a quizzical look plastered to his face.

“I’m so sorry! This is one of my favorite songs. I just couldn’t help myself!” Your laughter rang out, as you continued, “I was made for lovin’ you, baby,” pointing to him, then to yourself, “You were made for lovin’ me!”

He laughed out at your energetic outburst, “Ever a surprise, Peach.”

Steve eventually came downstairs, looking for you and spotted you sitting with the metalhead. At first, he thought he may have been bothering you, but he heard you laugh, throwing your head back. You were enjoying yourself. He smiled to himself and left to grab some water and aspirin, knowing by the way you sounded you’d need it in the morning.

“Well,” Eddie finally resigned, watching your eyes grow heavier by the minute. “It’s late, or early…,” checking his watch. “I guess I better head out.” He stood, tucking his metal lunchbox under his arm. “It was a pleasure, Peach.”

He bowed dramatically and winked holding out his hand out expectantly. You placed your hand in his, feeling the buzzing electricity from his touch. Noting his warm skin in contrast to the coolness of his rings. He slowly brought your much daintier hand to his plush lips and placed a soft kiss there at the top of your knuckles.

He rose, reluctantly letting go, your hand dropping with a soft thud back to your lap. “So, uh… If you ever want to come watch my band play, we’re at the Hideout every Tuesday night, for now at least.”

“That sounds nice Eddie, I’ll have to take you up on that before Summer ends.”

He smiled so sweetly and vast, dimpled cheeks on display and big does eyes shining brightly.

“See ya ‘round Peach!” with that he was out the door your eyes trailing after.

It was then that Steve rounded the corner, leaning against the doorframe. Crossing his arms against his chest with a smug look on his face. You knew you’d never hear the end of his teasing.

“Not a word!” you held up your hand to shush him.

“What?” he made his way over to you. “Just shocked you actually talked to a dude all night, especially Munson.”

“What? I offered to help him study so he can graduate next year.”

“Right. That looked like a lot more than just talking about school.” Pointing toward the door Eddie had just let out of.

“I’m going to bed!” You yelled over your shoulder as you headed to the guest room. You heard him laughing behind you.

You had gone to see Corroded Coffin that very Tuesday. The rest of the guys were entirely shocked that someone their age had come to see them, especially someone of the opposite sex. Dubbed you their first groupie, mostly as a joke. Eddie ate it up.

“Hey now,” he warned them. “She’s here to see me, that makes her my groupie.” Throwing you a wink and a smile, making your cheeks flush the slightest shade of pink from the attention.

You loved watching him on stage, completely in his element. He was made to be up there in the spotlight. The way his nimble fingers played the notes perfectly, his curls bouncing with every bob of his head enjoying every moment on stage. Tossing another wink your way when he found your eyes already on him. You were mesmerized.

The summer had gone by more quickly than you had anticipated. Days mostly spent by Steve’s pool or taking the kids here and there. Nights were filled with hanging out with Eddie, usually to watch him practice. On nights reserved for Hellfire, you joined as a spectator loving every theatrical moment.

At first, Steve didn’t like the idea of you dating “the freak” from Forest Hills, given his reputation and of course his source of income. They eventually warmed up to each other, only from your insistence because you wouldn’t have them hating each other. Though you could still detect a hint of jealousy here and there on Eddie’s part. You knew Steve was always looked out for you with only the best of intentions.

By the time Fall made its debut, you were completely gone for him. It admittedly took your head a little longer to admit what your heart had already been telling you. If Eddie had been honest with himself, he had fallen for you the night you’d first talked.

As promised, you’d helped him study and pushed him. He graduated the following May, much to Wayne’s delight. The older man adored you from the first moment you met.

“Get together kids!” He yelled, polaroid at the ready. Your faces smooshed together, but at the last second you had turned, looking up at him with admiration in your eyes and the brightest smile you could muster.

Being this close, you could see the smattering of freckles that dotted the top of his nose and cheeks, the young Spring sun helping coat his usual alabaster skin with the faintest color. The way his lashes lightly kissed his cheek when he blinked. His smile, big and bright, dimples on display. You wanted to soak in his happiness and drown in his laughter. That was when he snapped the photo. This was the photo that was still hung at Wayne’s. Anyone could recognize the love radiating from that single glance forever caught in time.

June – 1987

You were sat in the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend, listening to him lazily strum his guitar, only stopping to hum to himself and write down lyrics or notes on the pad that lay beside him, while you were trying to catch up on some reading. The sun began to set, orange and pink hues of the evening sky sending shadows dancing around the room.

He was perched on the stool in front of the window with a cigarette held loosely between his lips, bare chest on display, grey sweats slung low on his hips. He was occupying far more of your attention than the book in your hands, as you peeked over the top for the 100th time.

You were done with your first year of community college, and everything was looking up for the both of you. Eddie was still working on his music, playing different gigs every weekend, and gaining quite a bit of traction in Indianapolis. The big city was much more than he could have hoped for. The audiences there really welcomed their type of music with open arms. Proud of all his hard work and what he had accomplished so far, though you never had any doubt more was to come.

You stayed in Hawkins with day jobs to keep you afloat. The apartment was cheap since the Hideout was just below, where you waitressed and Eddie bartended. It paid the bills and Hank, the owner who also happened to be your uncle, cut a great deal on the rent.

Finally admitting defeat and abandoning your book, you slid up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Hey baby,” he hummed as he put the rest of cigarette out. “Hey handsome” you sighed and hooked your chin over his shoulder, “working on new stuff?”

“Just a little.” He moved out of your grasp long enough to put the guitar down and stood around to face you. Hand coming to rest on your hip, as his other caressed your cheek, thumb stroking your skin lightly before leaning down to put his lips to yours.

You moved your hand to the back of his neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss, as his tongue slid languidly against your lips, begging for entry, giving in immediately. He tasted of the freshly finished nicotine and soda he had been nursing mixed with what you can only explain as Eddie. You melted into him, humming into the kiss.

“I love you,” you murmured against his mouth.

”I love you too sweetheart.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you with his embrace.

When you thought of the good memories, these were the days that came to mind. Just the two of you enjoying each other. No worries, no hurried days.

Eddie finally felt that his life was headed in the right direction. He had received a call from an agent the day before and he had been in Indy all day meeting this Reggie guy in person. The boys were on the precipice of a lifetime opportunity. This deal could make Corroded Coffin a household name if they were lucky. One of the biggest dreams he’d ever had could be coming true.

He put the key in the lock to the apartment and was immediately met with you jumping into his arms. Smothering him in kisses to his cheeks, chin, forehead, and nose; ending it with a peck to his perfectly pouty lips. He had left early that morning, so you’d not able to tell him goodbye.

“Happy Birthday Baby!” You cheered and leant back to look at him, his eyes already looking you over, catching the slightest glint there. You were wearing a new dress, hugging your curves perfectly leaving nothing to the imagination that had him practically drooling onsite. He knew you had something planned.

“So, how’d today go?” you beamed up at him.

“It went great, but I don’t want to bore you with the details right now.” He was holding something back; this was a conversation meant for another time. He’d enjoy the night and fill you in on everything in the morning.

“Alright, well, if that’s how you want to be, we’ll wait but, I’ve got a surprise for you. So, follow me!” You took his hand, practically pulling him out the door.

“Baby,” he whined, pulling you back into the apartment to face him. “You sure I can’t unwrap my present first?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, pinning you under his gaze as he slowly pored over your form from head to toe.

You giggled in reply and pulled him back out the door. He huffed but followed, “Fine!”

You led him to the front of the Hideout and when you two entered, you were met with cheers, and screams of all your closest friends and family shouting, “Happy Birthday!” Hank had let you rent out the entire bar for the evening.

“Wow, sweetheart! All this for little old me?” snaking his arm around your waist and bringing you close nuzzling your cheek, before kissing you there.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel special,” he whispered close to your ear, breath fanning your skin, sending a shiver through you.

“Just wait until later handsome.” You moved close to his ear, so only he could hear. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you unwrap your present and you can enjoy it, All. Night. Long.” You placed a soft kiss to the pulse point right below his jaw. The place you knew would get him worked up before pulling away, leaving him speechless as you stepped away to speak to your friends. You looked over your shoulder as you walked away, the look on his face leaving you in a fit of giggles.

The night went on without a hitch. Everyone mingling amongst each other, drinking, and catching up.

“So, have you told her yet?” Gareth asked later in the evening, already buzzed.

“No! Lower your voice dumbass. I want to tell her in private.” He hissed back at him, gritting his teeth at the younger man as he took another swig of his beer.

“Got it… lips are sealed!” He made a zipping motion across his mouth, locking the end and throwing away the invisible key.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow man,” spotting you across the room then, giving him a slap on the back and tunning out whatever else Gareth had said as he walked away.

You were laughing with Robin and Steve, along with his flavor of the month. What was her name this time? Candy? Mandy? He couldn’t remember. What he could tell was this one seemed to be enjoying herself and didn’t mind the closeness you and Steve shared. Unlike most of the ones before. Eddie would be a fool if he didn’t admit some days it got on his nerves as well, but Harrington was actually a pretty good dude. And it was genuinely hard to hate the guy.

As he made his way over, he studied the way you were so animated in whatever story you were in the middle of. Your smile radiating sunshine that he could feel across the room. How’d he get so lucky to land his dream girl? He scooted in beside you possessively grabbing your hip, body pressed close to his nuzzling into the side of your neck, drowning in the smell of the perfume that he loved.

“Eww, you always get so clingy when your drunk” Robin mumbled into her drink. You smirked, loving how affectionate he was.

“Eds, baby, you remember Emily?” Oh yeah, Candy, Mandy was from last month.

“Hi again,” she was bubbly, “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks!” pulling himself away from you.

Steve spoke up next, clapping him on the back with that signature Harrington smirk, “yeah, happy birthday man!”

“Thanks Harrington.” He spoke, but his half-lidded eyes were already drifting back to you. He could feel the effects of the alcohol and the lengthy day wearing him down.

Shoes in hand, long abandoned once they started to hurt your feet, you followed behind Eddie stumbling up the back steps to your apartment holding onto him with your free hand, as if he might drift away and leave you behind. He hurriedly opened the door as you both slid inside.

Your mouth was immediately on him, barely giving him time to shove the door closed with his foot, as you were pushing him against it, his back hitting it with a thud. It was a clash of teeth and tongue. You smoothed your hands up his torso, under his signature leather jacket, searching higher feeling the expanse of his chest and finally reaching his shoulders trying to help him out of the offending garment.

It was then you noticed some folded papers in the breast pocket that made you pause.

“What’s this baby?” You went to lift them from their position, but he was quick to snatch it back.

“Let’s uh… let’s talk about this in the morning, when we both have some clearer heads.” He went to kiss your neck, but you stopped him, pushing firmly on his chest to make him look at you.

“Eddie, I know your keeping something from me.” You were scared to look him in the eye then, looking down, picking at the skin around your nail instead. He never hid things from you, so you assumed the worst. He saw the worry etched on your face.

“Peach, baby, it’s nothing bad. Just a lot to take in. Hell, it’s still a lot for me to take in.”

“Then tell me!” you half shouted, growing frustrated, under the haze the alcohol held over you.

He slowly opened the folded packet as you watched him intently. He let out a shaky, nervous breath he realized he had been holding.

“This,” holding it up for emphasis, “Is a contract for Corroded Coffin with a very lucrative label company. They listened to a few songs today and immediately wanted to sign us.”

You jumped up throwing your arms around him. “Oh my God Eddie! This is amazing news!” he didn’t quite meet your hug with the same enthusiasm. You pulled away searching his face.

“What’s wrong with you? You should be bouncing off the walls!” He sighed and leaned back in, forehead meeting yours.

“I’m thrilled, truly, it’s everything I… we’ve ever wanted. They’re just waiting on my signature. The boys have already signed.”

“Eds,” taking his face in your hands, “what are you waiting for? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! You have to sign! Baby, this is a no-brainer!”

“It’s just… If I sign this, it means I’ll have to leave Hawkins for at least 6 months, maybe longer. They want us to come to California immediately. And they’re only giving me the til’ the end of the week to decide.”

“Baby, listen to me. This is your dream!”

“Peach, I… I’m not sure I can do this without you there.” This was it, that’s what he’d been worried about this entire time. Not that the band might fail, he might fail but he was worried about leaving you behind. Wondering what kind of boyfriend he is for not taking you with him.

“Baby, I’ll always be here to support you, but I can’t go right now. We can do the long-distance thing for a while. You can call me every night and tell me about your big adventures. And you’ll come home as soon as you can. I’ll still be here.” You kissed his lips and pulled him in tighter. He melted into you then, nerves soothed. He just needed your support and reassurance.

“And, once you get back, we’ll see what the next steps are and go from there.”

Eddie signed that same night and dropped the contract off the next day. The rest of the week was a blur. The boys stayed in Indy to make sure everything was ready to go. Excitement and nerves bounding all around.

And finally, the day came. He boarded the flight to LA, leaving you and Hawkins in the proverbial rear view.

For the first couple of weeks, Eddie called you every day to let you know about his day and how everything was going. When they had gotten to LA it was a whirlwind of meetings, studio sessions and more meetings.

Within the first month they were already in talks of going on tour as an opener for Metallica. Eddie could have died then and there. But that also came with the possibility of being away from you longer.

As he got busier, it became harder to keep up with the nightly chats.

“Baby, It’s ok. I know you’re busy. As much as I love hearing from you every day, I understand if you can’t make it sometimes.”

“Peach, you are the absolute best. How the hell did I get so lucky?” He sighed, exhausted once again. “I miss you like hell.”

“Hey handsome, I’m the lucky one and don’t you forget it, but go get some rest. Call me in a day or so. I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you more! Goodnight baby.”

Eventually, the calls started coming in more infrequently. Understanding how demanding his lifestyle was; you weren’t going to complain, you just missed him. Being away from him was like missing a vital piece of yourself, but life, for all intents and purposes, had to go on.

February 1988

“Hello?” you huffed; voice groggy from being woken up in the dead of night.

“Peach! Baby!” Eddie practically yelled; you pulled the receiver from your ear at the sudden intrusion. There was music and voices in the background.

“Eddie? What’s… Are you at a party?” wiping your eyes as you sat up and looked at the clock that read 3:40. “Baby, have you been up all night?”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry baby. I know it’s late, I just… just had t’ hear your sweet voice.” As saccharine and earnest as he seemed, you could tell his words were slightly slurred. He was either drunk, high, or maybe both.

“Eddie? Are you ok? Are you staying safe?” your voice now an octave lower, laced with concern for your boyfriend.

“I’m soooooooo good baby. I just missed ya!” he purred. “Oh, hey Gare… Nah… Just Peach.” He spoke away from the phone then, muffled words, not catching what else was spoken between the two men. “Baby, I’m so sorry, the boys are heading out. I gotta go. I love you, see ya soon sweetheart.” He hung up without giving you the chance to reply.

You sat there stunned. Eddie liked to overindulge from time to time, but in all the time away he had never called you while faded, let alone at a party. His newfound fame leaving him in the public eye more often could lead to a lot of backlash if he did or said the wrong thing. He knew better, or at least you thought he did.

You waited until the afternoon to try the number to his apartment. It rang until the machine picked up.

“Hey, it’s Eddie, you know what to do” followed by the beep.

“Eds, call me back. Please.” You attempted a few more times. Always met with his voice on the machine, now seemingly mocking you. You stopped leaving messages after a few more tries.

It was two days later before he finally called back.

“Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you.”

“I’ve just been working Peach. Nothing to get worked up about.” He sighed.

“Nothing to get worked up about? You call me fucked up in the middle of the night and wait two days before calling me back and it’s nothing to get worked up about? I was worried about you Eddie!” agitated that he seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Look, I’m sorry about that, but it was nothin’. We were just blowing off some steam. And I’ve been busy the last couple of days, okay. I was going to surprise you but I guess it’s a good time to let you know I’m coming home for the weekend.” It had been eight long months since you’d seen him. “Look, I hate to cut this short, I know we haven’t gotten to talk much here lately, but I’ll be in tomorrow afternoon. The boys and I will get a lift to Hawkin’s from the airport. I’ll see you soon. Love you!”

“That’s… That’s great baby!” Click. “I love you too,” you whispered into the line as it went dead.

You didn’t want to admit what was happening, but the distance was finally getting to you. There seemed to be a rift between the two of you that seemed to grow larger each passing day. You weren’t sure what to expect when you’d see him. You’d hoped it was more your imagination, but there was this nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn’t shake.

Not able to sleep from excitement and nerves, you stayed up all night with anticipation. You went on about your daily routine as best you could. You had thought about having a small get-together but instead opting to cook dinner for the both of you. Trying to make it cozy and romantic, lighting candles around the apartment. You did your hair and makeup, even opting to buy a new outfit for the occasion.

He said he would be there by 7, but as the hands of the clock slowly ticked closer to 9, you’d all but given up hope. He hadn’t called since before he was supposed to get on hi flight so you had no idea where he was or if he had even made it in.

Around 9:30, you heard a familiar jingling from the hall, as his key entered the lock. The breath left your body as the metalhead entered.

“Peach?” he called out, eyes adjusting the dim light within, sliding his bag from his shoulder and onto the floor. “Peach?” Calling out once more, as he rounded the corner spotting you by the window. Wine in hand, your face down turned.

“Hey Eds, I uh, made dinner. I thought you’d be in sooner.” He made his way over to you in a couple of strides. Barely giving you enough time to put the glass down without spilling it, his hands found you. Pulling you into a bone crushing embrace.

Your hands wound around his waist, meeting the warmth you missed so much, nuzzling your face to his chest and breathing him in. You noted a tinge of new cologne that smelled expensive. He peppered your hair with tender kisses then. Mumbling into your hair, “God, I missed you so much. And I’m sorry I’m late. I tried to call, but then got dragged away because they found us another flight.”

“It’s ok.” You had said that for what seemed a million times in the last few months. Was it ok? Were you ok? You pulled back enough to study his features. His cheeks flushed, tinted the lightest shade of pink. Eyes drifting to his lips. His tongue darting out slightly, wetting them. His warm, gentle gaze bringing you a comfort you hadn’t felt since being apart. He was your everything, your home.

“Peach I,” he sheepishly began, but you surged forward, effectively shutting off anymore words from escaping him.

The moment your lips met his, it was desperate and needy. Your hands find purchase on the front of his shirt. He moved his hand to the back of your head, tilting his own to deepen the kiss. His tongue grazing your bottom lip, begging for entry. Gently parting your lips, silently granting him permission. All at once, he’s everywhere. Hands roaming, feeling any of the exposed skin he could get to. You fervently wish in this moment you could crawl under his skin, desperate to be as close as possible.

You feel a familiar ache between your legs, the intensity of it has you reeling. He closes the space between your bodies; you feel the hardness of his own need pressing against your thigh straining against the denim. He finally releases your mouth, sucking your lower lip gently before releasing it. You’re both out of breath, panting. He leans his forehead onto yours, the small breaths being shared in the space between you the only sound.

“Eds, I need you,” you finally manage to speak.

“Peach, we… I…” he began again.

You brought your hands up to gently cup his face. “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. It can wait until morning. I just want you to hold me tonight.” There was something unspoken behind his eyes with the way his gaze didn’t fully meet yours. He simply nodded.

You took his hand, interlacing your fingers, you led him down the hall to the bedroom. The air felt thick, making it hard to breathe.

He took you slowly like he was trying to memorize every inch, every mole, freckle, and scar. Kissing you from head to toe, the way his lips roved your body, mapping every inch. Savoring each sight and sound his touch coaxed from you.

His throbbing cock filling your aching cunt like no one else ever could. Each delicious inch splitting you open as he lazily fucked into you, relishing each moan and hum of pleasure as your walls began to flutter around him. You didn’t want it to end. Even this blissed out, the alarm bells were still ringing. You pushed them from the forefront of your mind, focusing instead the man pressed close to you.

You laid there in bed once you were both well and spent. No words were spoken in the time that passed while you began to level back out and the haze of the afterglow subsided.

He was sleeping peacefully now, with his arm around you. Your back pressed in close to his chest. Puffs of breath fanning across your cheek with every exhale. You gently brought his hand to your lips nuzzling his palm, kissing the tender skin there. “I love you,” speaking into the night, sighing, and giving yourself over to sleep.

Eddie had heard you then, and silently cursed himself for what he was about to do.

You opened your eyes slowly, with the now rising sun, scanning the room. You reached over, expecting to feel the warm body of your boyfriend. Instead, you were met with nothing but cold emptiness. You stretched, yawned, and sat up clutching the comforter close to your chest.

“Eddie?” you groaned. Waiting a few beats, only met with silence.

“Eddie?” you squeaked out a little louder this time, mouth now dry. Nothing but the sound of your own breathing, becoming a little more ragged as your heart started to race a bit more as the seconds ticked by with no response.

You swept the covers from you, grabbing your robe throwing it over your naked form as you made your way from the room.

The apartment was too quiet. No one stood in the kitchen or lingered by the window. His pack from the night before now missing from where he dropped it beside the door. No trace or evidence that he was ever there. You suddenly wondered if you’d just awaken from a dream that had conjured everything from the night before.

You saw it then.

A folded note. The same paper you kept by the fridge for grocery lists.

In Eddie’s messy scrawl, it simply stated “Peach”.

You stared at it for a few moments, unbelieving still. Hesitantly stepping forward, blinking back a few tears starting to swell, already fearing what it contained. You had felt a shift in him, you didn’t want to admit it even now with the evidence staring you in the face.

You slowly unfolded the paper, taking one deep breath and exhaling.

I’m sorry.

Pain shot through you as your bare knees hit the hard, cold floor. Even with all the warning signs nothing could have fully prepared you for the reality before you. Gone like a thief in the night, leaving you alone with your shattered heart with no explanation.

If only he had noticed the pamphlets around the apartment for various colleges in and around LA. You had every intent of completing the rest of the semester and transferring in the fall just to be closer to him. He was worth leaving the only home you’d ever known. Now feeling stupid for thinking he felt the same.

You curled into yourself; the noises ripped from your body barely sounded human. Shuddering cries left you breathless as the sobs wracked your body. You stayed like that on the bare floor for what felt like hours.

In the days that followed, you tried reaching out to him numerous times, only to be met with his voice on the machine each time.

“Hey, it’s Eddie, you know what to do.” Each message you left more desperate than the last.

“Hey, it’s Eddie, you know what to do.” Those words now seared into your brain, insulting each attempt you made.

“Hey, it’s Eddie, you know what to do.” One last call, a week after he had left.

“I hate you!” Blurting it out but meaning it with every fiber of your being.

Weeks gave into months, into the years that now separated you from Eddie. You never gave anyone the chance to get close enough to break your heart again. Closing yourself off to the prospect of ever loving someone the way you had once loved him.

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CALIYORK HEADCANNON TIME!!

I dunno I’m bored.

!ANGST!

(this is from a fic I made, I just feel like these need more attention)

it’s from “You’re the smartest dumbass I’ve ever met”

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-California is usually the big spoon in this relationship. New York just likes to be cuddled and hugged tightly, especially by the man he loves most in this world.

-New York was one of the first states to welcome Cali to the union when he first joined. New York was like 19 and. Cal was 15 at that time (ik it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever but it’s like human ages and I did no math either so yeah. I’m just going with that.)

- young California was all head-over-heels for young New York ‘cause he was fine af. (He still is but in a diff way)

- Young California followed the footsteps of York by making his state industrialized too so they could be together no matter what. He developed his cities and moved away from the idea of the Wild West. Texas was upset that he lost his close friend and blamed NY for tearing them apart, but he had no clue at all. Texas targeted him in the Civil war, but California protected him since back then he was so important to him. Cal and Tex got in a huge fight, leading up to their rivalry today.

- New York is the most oblivious fucking person you’ll ever meet. He finds things out really easily for other people, but when it comes to himself, he doesn’t have a clue.

(TW: 9/11)

- New York always spend 9/11 alone. He usually is confined up in his room, watching TikTok and when the occasional 9/11 video pops up, he’ll watch the thing over and over until he finally prys his sad little eyes off of it and scrolls. No one dared to bother him until Cal went into his room on that day, finding him curled up into a little ball on his bed. Cal hugged him and he just crumbled right then and there. :(

(NY would visit Ground Zero until 2005 where he felt like he didn’t need to anymore. There was nothing he could do.)

(TW: burns/fires)

- California has terrible wildfires as you may know, and New York once stumbled upon a shirtless Cal, in a very smoking room, and he had burn marks all over. New York helped him recover as a thank you for when he helped him with his problems. He checked on him every hour to make sure he wouldn’t die and gave him water.

(TW: scars from the two TW’s above)

- New York has scars from 9/11 obviously. He has one on his right arm, another on his left representing the two towers.

(TW: abuse)

New York has multiple scars from when he was a child, many on his wrist from being slapped with a stick or whenever he got something wrong in school, many on his back from getting whipped as a child from his father, England, and many from falling from being a wobbly kid.

- California has many burn scars obviously. He has some ranging from first to third. Third is when it gets really bad. He has scars from when he was a kid too, he was also a clumsy kid. He was a “adventurer” and he went on adventures with Texas all the time that he got hurt from.

- I feel like both of them would have asthma or some lung related illness for some reason. Like York’s from 9/11 and the Great Fire and Cal’s from all the fucking smoke from the fires. I know what it’s like now. And it sucks. One moment it’s clean and the next it smells like campfire.

(June 7, 2023 [the day we got all that smoke from the Canadian wildfires])

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hey

sorry if you read these before

but yeah you can have these of you haven’t read them yet!

yippee

btw, I post all my fics on ao3

I used to on wattpad, but that’s dead now

anyways, ily guys

bye! <3

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periprose · 1 year

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Florence - Chapter One

You and Peter Parker are former childhood best friends. As next door neighbours, you and him spent a great deal of time together, either at school, playing video games, or during your yearly summer vacations at Florence, Italy. But after you drifted away from him- you both went to different colleges, and you figured you wouldn't need to bother him anymore with your unrequited crush that you had never spoken of but clearly showed symptoms of- things are very awkward. It's even more so when you receive an invitation to Harry and MJ's destination wedding, located at Florence, of course.

former childhood friends to friends to lovers, mutual pining, loads of flashbacks to Florence vacations and other things, flirting, fluff and angst and eventual smut

no use of y/n, your father is Logan Howlett and you go by your last name

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It’s raining outside.

Just moments before, as you decided to go check out your mailbox, it was a hot, sunny day. Typical for June 15th- a normal, almost sunny day. Of course, technically you’re in the last days of spring, so a downpour of rain started as you were opening your mailbox.

“Aw, fucking- damn it!” You stuff the mail under your shirt, and begin running across the sidewalk.

Your hair is drenched in seconds- your shirt, too, is pretty damp- and when you’re finally at your porch, you can see so many puddles of water accumulated at your street. Weather is just crazy in New York.

One second later, you realize that you’ve left your mailbox open, and your keys are still in the keyhole of the box, so now you’re running yet again, down the street, rain making you totally wet and you know for a fact you’re going to have to change out of your clothes. You shut the mailbox door, grab your keys, and run back.

When you finally make it to your door, you’re sweating, soaked, and totally embarrassed.

May Parker- your sweet, older neighbour- is at her own porch, and she waves at you.

“Hey, Lettie. Going for an afternoon walk?” She asks, but really, she’s teasing, and you shrug. You haven’t been on the best of the terms with the Parkers lately.

“Just getting mail.” You pick up the envelopes, and quickly scan through them.

Bills, dentist appointment reminder, flyers full of coupons… baby clothing catalogue? I’m not pregnant. You think to yourself. But you see that it’s listed to M. Parker- it’s obviously for your neighbour.

“Hey, May.” You stroll over to her porch, and hand her the baby clothing catalogue. “For… you?”

“Well, not for me like that, if that’s what you’re thinking.” May laughs, and flips through it. “Loads of women come to FEAST either pregnant or with babies- and I can’t always count on donations to help them, y’know?” She says it all matter-of-fact like, but you feel bad.

You used to donate at FEAST. You even used to volunteer there, around ten years ago when you were still in high school.

Things are different now, though.

You sift through the rest of your mail, feeling too uncomfortable to just let May stand here on her own. You wonder why she’s just out- sometimes she’s drinking tea, just chilling- but she’s very clearly waiting for something.

A very, very ornate envelope is on the front of your pile, and you pick it up gingerly.

What is this? One of those charity scams where the envelope looks really prestigious, so you’re motivated to donate? You wonder, but it dawns on you slowly.

Ivory white paper.

Silky to the touch.

Rococo imprints and detailing.

Oh no… You open it up, knowing exactly what this has to be. A wedding invitation?

You’re at the age where tons of your peers are getting married. Just last year, Gwen finally married Miles in a very nice, close friends only, cozy sort of wedding. And it’s not that you feel lonely, exactly- maybe it’s just that the pressure is finally weighing in a little.

You don’t think you have to get married. You are a feminist, something you can thank your dear old dad, Logan Howlett, for, since he has never been one to pressure you on this. In fact, he has always been the first to say that you don’t need a man and you especially don’t need one of those “punk-ass kids walking around today, like they own the damn planet.”

You know that’s true. Kind of, anyways. But you still feel like you are missing out on something, like the magical, perfect ending to a story that is marriage, that everyone always talks about. Feeling left behind.

Maybe you are lonely in a different way. Maybe it feels like your peers are moving on into different stages of their life, because that is what’s happening.

Still, no need to panic. You’re just having a momentary lapse in judgement- it’s fine.

The invitation reads, in gorgeous swoopy gold lettering that has yourself smiling despite yourself:

Mary Jane “MJ” Watson and Harold Theopolis “Harry” Osborn Will be Wedded On July 21st, 2023 In Florence, Italy At the Florence Cathedral

Accommodations will be provided.

A two-week long stay will be arranged prior to your visit, with maids and chefs attending to your every need. More details will be sent soon.

Your smile drops.

You love Harry and MJ. You always knew that Harry would go all out for getting married, like he does for most things, and especially for MJ, a girl that he loves more than he loves custom cufflinks from Tiffany’s.

It doesn’t hurt that MJ is gorgeous- she’s a stunning, 5’10 model with killer longs legs and a lithe, small waist that puts her on the cover of every magazine easily. Surprisingly natural cherry-red hair that pours off her head in the most silky, straight long curtain.

But what really matters, as you always remind yourself before you get too caught up in admiring MJ’s looks and comparing yourself to her, is that MJ is a sweetheart. She always has been- always asks you how you’re doing and if you need anything, even if she herself is busy. MJ is the one who managed to soften Harry’s heart after he had a devastating fight with his father back in high school, when he was in his me-against-the-world phase.

You just wonder why they had to pick Florence, of all the places to go. Why not Tokyo, or Berlin, or Dubai? Why the one place where all your childhood memories with Peter Parker seem to reside, and just the thought of him makes your heart vaguely ache?

May sees what you’re looking at, and smiles widely. “Oh, Isn’t this great? Your childhood friends are finally getting hitched!”

You smile softly. “Yeah… and in Florence, too.”

May nods excitedly. “It’ll be just like back then, when you two were little. Peter’s on his way here- he’s just being picked up by Ben from New Jersey.”

You nod, but you’re not really listening. You didn’t even know Peter was in New Jersey- you’ve been avoiding talking to him for at least a year now. The last message he sent to you was “hey, howlett, you okay?” after not receiving a response for a week.

It’s awkward. You’ve ghosted him, and now you’re on his front porch. Before you can leave, Ben’s car is pulling up onto the driveway.

It’s too bad, you think. You’re easily flustered by confrontation- and it doesn’t help when Peter technically never did anything wrong.

You and your stupid feelings.

Ben exits the car, and pulls Peter’s suitcase out of the trunk. Peter himself wanders out, his tall, long body stretching outwards. He’s always been a lot taller than you.

He looks tired. Eyebags are heavy, and he’s got a bit of a slouch going on. There’s a bit of scruffy stubble adorning his jaw, and it’s either because he was too tired to shave it, or he was going for a bit of a look.

But Peter’s eyes instantly brighten when he sees you, and you feel that same ache again, that despite your poor treatment of him, he still looks at you with kindness.

“Howlett.” He leans forward to fist bump you, just like you always greeted each other, and to your surprise, you fist bump him back.

“Peter.” You give him a small, fond smile, and even if you know you’re faking it- that you’re trying not to grimace- Peter doesn’t let on that he knows that.

Logan has been drinking his morning coffee for the last four hours. It’s noon, but that’s how he likes it sometimes. Slow, boring sips as he stares out the window.

He wonders what’s taking you so damn long. He just wants to see if Charles has sent out the school schedules in the mail yet- so he knows for sure what grade he’s teaching this year.

Elementary school is shitty, he knows. Snot-nosed kids can be their own worst enemies, or they can start fighting each other, and even worse, teachers like him have to be on top of it all the time.

You always laugh when he tells you. “War never changes, kiddo.”

He��s just hoping it’s at least fifth grade. Ten year olds are smarter than the world gives them credit for.

You were even smarter than that, though. You and Pete- the two smartest kids in the neighbourhood- would always mutually read your library books together, and insist on extra homework, and even go to the mathematics club together. And if you weren’t doing that, you’d both be chasing each other around the playground, completely oblivious to the beginnings of a crush.

As Logan thinks about Peter and how you both used to be best buds, until something happened and you forever refused to talk about it with him, his eyes narrow as he sees you on the Parker porch. You don’t usually fraternize with neighbours- you’re too busy doing your remote coding job, typically spending hours cooped up in your room until Logan pesters you to get sunlight- so it’s a little suspicious.

Until, of course, he watches as your face reddens and Peter Parker himself walks up to you. Logan has a little smirk on his face- he was never going to push you to deal with Pete, he’s just glad that the universe had it’s own little goals in mind.

It seems kind of crazy just how old you are. To Logan, at least, it feels like just yesterday, rather than twenty something years ago, that you were in kindergarten and he was picking you up excitedly, wanting to remember what school was like from the perspective from a kid.

And then just two years later, the Parkers moved in next door. Peter was in your second grade class, and you two were inseparable. Peter and Howlett- you hate going by your first name, so everyone calls you either Howlett, or some alternative of that like Lettie or Howl- anyways, Logan has always thought it was you and Pete against the world.

That was the year that the Florence summer vacations began.

You’re having a flashback as May, Ben and Peter allow you to sit down in their home. May has set down a cup of tea for you- you’re grateful to have something to sip on as you try to avoid conversation.

You’re nine years old again, in a stripy swimsuit, and you’re playing on the sandy beaches of Italy with Peter, who’s eagerly licking a popsicle. Sand grains are sticking to his elbows, hands, and the back of his neck. You’re instructing him on how to help you correctly make the sandcastle, and Peter is eagerly listening, forever your willing best friend, doing whatever you’ll say.

The sunshine is bright- maybe a little too much for your dad- and he picks you up, slathering you in sunscreen as you hiss and shriek at him.

“Put me down, Dad- this is embarrassing-!”

“Settle down, ya little wolverine- just some sun protection.” Your dad leaves a dab of sunscreen around the corner of your mouth as he sets you back down, and Peter giggles.

“Hey, look, Howlett- you still got some sunscreen on your mouth.” He snorts, and then falls over laughing when you glare at him.

“You need sun protection too, Parker!” And you charge towards him, letting the last bits of sunscreen that haven’t quite melted into your skin, transfer onto his.

Peter yells as he tries to keep you away, but you’re too fast for him. Your arms clamber around him- but Peter is still a bit taller so he tries to lift you away from him- and the next thing you know you’ve both fallen over the sandcastle, with a very soft thump.

You’re on top of Peter, which is disconcerting on it’s own considering these new warm feelings you keep having for him, but what’s really confusing you is the soft, squishy thing against your mouth.

You open your eyes and see that Peter’s lips are connected to your own, in the most accidental, chaste kiss. It’s an embrace that shocks you, because you know what that is, what that means- and you pull yourself away, and Peter stands up in shock too. Your heads bump together for a second as you stumble in confusion, the warm, fuzzy feelings exploding tenfold.

Peter immediately says that he’s sorry. And you’re okay with that, because you don’t really know what this all means, and you’re not exactly ready for all that. You’re just glad your dad didn’t see- he probably would’ve freaked.

You come back to yourself in the present. That moment makes you grow numb, because you had always considered that your first kiss, until things changed for the worst. This is why you don’t really talk to Peter anymore- he’s not an ex, he’s just a complicated person for you.

Even MJ knows that. Inside the envelope was a second card, handwritten in her perfect script:

Dearest Howlett-ie, the best girl in the whole world,

I am so excited to see you in Italy! I know, by the way. I tried to talk Harry out of it but apparently he got a really good deal with arranging the wedding in the Florence Cathedral. But if it feels hard for you, I understand.

I promise it won’t be that bad, because we’re staying at the Villa Cetinale. It’s a really pretty house- and it’s in Siena, so it’s not quite Florence, although it is next to it.

I have a big ask. Will you be my maid of honour? I’ve always dreamt that you’d be by my side for the wedding, because I love you and you’re like my sister. If not that, at least a bridesmaid. I won’t hear a no from you on that!

I hope you’re doing okay (don’t let coding be your entire life, please!) and I’m gonna make sure the situation with Peter isn’t awkward. Don’t even worry about it- I’ll do my best to make sure you don’t have to interact with him.

At this point in the letter, you genuinely wanted to laugh. You’re already sitting next to him at his house, and May is talking all about the wedding, so Peter knows. An interaction is imminent.

It’s also insanely childish of you to expect him not to talk to you, when again, he’s not an ex boyfriend, and even then, you have been amicable with your ex boyfriend. And you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t have to expect MJ to cater to you on her wedding day.

Also, although I would miss you, I understand if you want to go back home early after the wedding. You probably have important work to do, like you always do. I hope to hear from you soon!

Love, MJ

It’s the sweetest message ever, and it’s so MJ, and you can’t let her do any of this for you. Because you’re a Howlett, and your dad didn’t raise a damn quitter, and you love MJ. You have been best friends since she was in your and Peter’s sixth grade science class, and that was where all the trouble began for you.

“Did you hear me, Peter?” May shakes his shoulder, and the movement causes the two of you to lean towards each other on the sofa.

Peter stiffens, and then shakes his head. He doesn’t exactly pull away- and this is why you hate him sometimes.

Why couldn’t he just be more succinct in his rejection of you? This weird wishy washy, I like being next to you, but I will never see you like that, is exactly why you ended up trying to leave him alone.

You suppose that it’s because you never openly told him that you liked him, and his rejection is just implied- up in the air, but you have assumed it based on the facts- and that he’s still a friendly person. But friendship, just friendship, from someone you know you still love hurts a lot.

“Harry’s been calling the house. He says you wouldn’t pick up your cellphone. He wants you to be his best man, Peter.” May says, and Peter blinks slowly.

He yawns loudly, stretching his arms, and the gentlest touch from his forearm to yours has you nearly reeling.

“Really? Me?” Peter sounds mildly confused. “There’s not some billionaire tech heir he’d rather ask?”

“Oh, stop that.” Ben interjects, looking wise as ever as he leans against his own seat. “I admit the boy has changed a lot, maybe for the worse-”

“Lavish partying? No class consciousness?” Peter scoffs. “I’d say.”

“Anyways, he’s still your friend. One of your closest.” Ben drinks his own coffee. “You’d be the one to change him, at least.”

“At his wedding? I don’t know, Uncle Ben.” Peter sighs. “Okay, fine. Only because you’re right that he’s my friend and I want to see him get married.”

“I wonder who the maid of honour is.” May stares at her fingernails, and despite the growing embarrassment inside of you, you answer.

“MJ asked me to do it.” You mumble, but May claps excitedly.

“Aw, that’s wonderful! You two will look perfect next to each other.” May seems totally oblivious to how you want to sink into the cushions of the couch under you.

Peter nods. “It makes sense. We are neighbours… and best friends.”

Why does it feel like the whole universe is against you today? You have nothing to say to his reply, so you just nod.

Telling your dad is so not fun when he spends the whole time laughing.

“So you won’t tell me why you hate Pete- but now you’re gonna be spending hours with him?” Logan slaps his knee, tears coming out of his eyes. “It’s just perfect.”

The word perfect echoes in your mind a few times, and you ignore the urge to claw your dad’s eyes out. It’s not that anyone means any harm- it’s that even you thought you and Peter were perfect, clearly meant to be, and that sadly wasn’t the case.

It’s just a reminder of how you lead yourself on.

“Never mind, Dad.” You scowl at him as he hoots with laughter about how you should just tell Pete. That you supposedly want him.

You don't- at least, not anymore- and you run upstairs to your room and flop angrily onto the bed.

Then, you gather your hair into a floppy bun/ponytail/scrunchie and start cleaning. It's stress relief, yes, but it's also because your room has accumulated a lot of trash, and it's pissing you off.

You put on your headphones, blast some music, and throw things into a garbage bag, including several diet cans of Coke, a wrapper for a Jamaican beef patty, and coffee cups.

Your phone starts ringing. It's MJ wanting to video call- and you prop your phone up on your desk before answering.

Peter is so, so tired.

The first thing he wanted to do when he got home was to sleep. He already knew about the wedding- Harry asked him on how to propose to MJ ages ago.

But of course he could not just rest when he got home- May had to go on and on about how being best man means getting beauty sleep, so he would look good in all the pictures.

But he didn’t expect to have to talk about all this wedding stuff so much today. It’s only going to get worse, he knows- it’s a month and a week away, and in wedding time that might as well be five minutes.

Even worse- he sees that you’re still not in the right mood to talk to him. Peter, as smart as he is, has no idea what he did wrong, and it’s only out of respect to you that he doesn’t just throttle you and ask for the answer.

He has never considered you not his best friend, and the fact that you might as well be pulling away from him now, possibly forever, makes him feel sick to his stomach. How can he rectify the issue when he doesn’t know what it is?

He’s been lying on his bed, throwing a tennis ball up at his ceiling, and then catching it. The repetitive motion usually allows Peter to turn the cogs and gears in his mind, but… Dr. Octavius had him working days and nights for the last six months, so Peter’s head just isn’t in the right space.

He thinks about the timeline, as he often does.

Peter met you in second grade at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. In Ms. Grey’s class- she was a pretty redhead, and Peter would often wistfully think about marrying her in the way that a second grader has a crush on their teacher- until, of course, he and you witnessed Logan and her in a very passionate embrace at a school dance, sometime in the fourth grade.

Peter shudders.

Then around… the summer break where you were both nine years old, you headed to Florence, Italy. Just you, Logan, (not your mom as that was a touchy subject for everyone, and to this day, Peter has no idea who your mom even is), Aunt May, Uncle Ben, and Peter. It was really special- vacations were not something Logan or May or Ben could typically afford- but it was a seasonal package offered from Logan’s teaching job, and it included all five potential members of a family.

Logan and Ben were drinking buddies, and they liked playing poker together, much to the chagrin of May, but she would sometimes join in too. Peter was- is- your best friend, and so it seemed obvious to Logan that the five of you should go.

And every year, every summer break, from the ages of nine to just eighteen, you would go to Florence together. As you went every year, traditions would be formed, bonds would be stronger, and everyone would feel relaxed as the Italian sunsets warmed your bodies and minds.

Peter has many fond memories from those times. You and him would always sit next to each other on the plane, and watch movies for the whole duration for the flight, even if Logan would tell you guys that you needed to sleep at some point.

Then, because the bus taking you to Florence would drive from the Naples airport to your hotel there- you would always get Neapolitan pizza, and split it together. And there was always basil-mint gelato to be had, too.

Then, there would be swimming on the lovely, warm beaches of Italy, and maybe some sightseeing- there’s a lot of gorgeous, religious art there. You also loved walking down the cobblestone streets of Florence with Peter- chasing random things that caught your eyes, and taking loads of pictures. He wasn’t religious at all, but he enjoyed visiting the churches by your side. You also went out of your way to hike a lot, through Italy’s marvelous architecture and fields. You visited a winery, even though when you went, you were both a little too young to officially drink, but Logan let you guys have a sip anyways.

Peter smiles to himself. One of his favourite memories was the year you both were thirteen- starting out into the world of teenagers- and you had just started your period. It was not a good time for you, and you were clearly very grumpy about it. He gave you a heating pad, and pain medication, and didn’t go swimming until your period was over, so you could go together. You had been so happy when he told you that- and you hugged him so tight, he’s been chasing that feeling ever since.

When you began high school, you brought all your textbooks and things with you on the trip that year- even though Logan, May and Ben called you a bunch of nerds- and studied for your exams together. Peter was glad to have you as a study buddy, because Harry slacked a lot and Peter didn’t want that kind of behaviour influencing him. MJ was pretty good at studying, too, but if Harry asked her to go out, she was the type to just give up.

There was that really sweet time that you and Peter went to the aquarium and watched a group of baby turtles swim together. And you bought a pair of turtle keychains- it’s still dangling off of his work bag.

There was also that absolutely hilarious time that Peter heard you screaming in your motel room- you both must’ve been 15 at that point- and he leapt in there to see you coming out of the bathroom, still in your first bikini. Peter tried not to be a creep about this- but he was a nerdy 15 year old and it was difficult to avert his eyes from any young, budding, almost developed-woman- and he stared at you, face reddening, before you stammered out about a large spider in the bathroom. It was quite large, and he managed to catch it and get rid of it.

Peter remembers that you grabbed his arm in relief, and then let go, stuttering about how you needed to change your clothes, and he tried not to freak out over that mental image at the time. He snorts about it now- what a silly young kid he used to be.

He wonders why he still feels like one. Isn’t he twenty-six years old? How does he fix things?

You began to pull away, around eleventh and twelfth grade. It became easier for you to say that you were busy with something, and Peter was not the type to really push you back then. You started ignoring his calls- and his pestering about whether or not you wanted to go get pizza, like you usually always did on Saturdays. Did you even still like Neapolitan style pizza?

The last time he really remembered that you had a good time with him was the last trip to Florence- in the summer break at the end of twelfth grade- and after that, Logan no longer received the benefits for the trip, and you two were both on your way to university, anyways.

Peter sighs. He went to Empire State- and you, NYU. And that was where you guys began to drift quite quickly. People get busy, of course, and university took up everyone’s time. He just never thought you would let go of him like that. He misses you, a lot, to the point where he’s had dreams in which you’re just around him again, smiling.

Peter doesn’t know if he’ll get over this.

He throws the tennis ball again. It lands in his laundry bin, in front of the window, and when he goes up to get it- he can see you across from him, through your room window, wildly gesticulating to someone on your phone.

Peter bites his lip, and then snickers to himself. It’s always funny to see you get pissed- you get the same enraged look in your eyes that Logan gets, too- and you run your hands through your hair a lot, making you look kind of like a banshee.

He thinks on what you could be talking about. But Peter has never been a lip reader- so he decides to lie back down on his bed and give you some privacy.

“I don’t think he likes me. I would’ve known by now if he really, truly did, MJ.” You groan in exasperation, but the redhead on your phone screen is barely listening.

“Babe. Listen to me- that boy just doesn’t know what he wants. He barely knows how to exist- you think he would be able to figure out that he likes you?” She laughs, her long nails tapping at the screen as she types a message to the catering service she was telling you about.

“But… he just sees me as his best friend.” You sigh, and then shake your head, feeling rustled. “Maybe sometimes that’s all it has to be? Not everything male-and-female needs to become a relationship… I should just be happy being his friend.”

“Okay. As long as you’re actually happy with that, Lettie.” She gives you a knowing look. “I’m sorry, by the way. I didn’t know Harry picked him as his best man- he told me it was going to be some tech dude, but I guess he changed his mind.”

“It’s fine. Not everything needs to accommodate me.” You shake it off. “Where are you right now, anyways? Looks very sci-fi, neon lights, hologrammy?”

“Ah.” MJ switches to the back camera and shows off some fashion show, and based on the French writing on the signs behind you, it’s definitely in Paris somewhere. “You know. Model rehearsal stuff.”

“I really don’t.” You snort, pulling back a strand of your hair. “I live a very non glamorous life, you know.”

“Well, soon you won’t be!” MJ turns the camera back to herself, and someone out of your view is calling “Mary Jane, Mary Jane-”. She motions to them, that she’s on break.

“You’re gonna have the time of your life at the wedding. I promise. We’ll do all those things we’ve been saying we’d do since… five years ago.” MJ laughs as you giggle yourself. Adulthood is a pain. You plan to see your friends and only really manage to do it once a year.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll drink like crazy, and dance half-naked at a club.” You roll your eyes, and MJ nods eagerly.

“That’s my girl!” MJ claps her hands. “Okay, listen. This fashion show will be done by this Saturday- I can take a redeye flight and make it there by Sunday morning. Then we can go bridesmaid dress shop- oh!”

MJ gasps loudly, and you start for a moment, before remembering she’s just… like that.

“Are you still going to be my maid of honour?” She looks at you with those big, green-blue doe eyes, and you really cannot say no to her. You already wanted to be her maid of honour, anyways.

“Yeah. Duh.” You sniff, as if you’re upset she would even ask the question. “It’s gotta be me.”

“I know, right?” MJ beams. “Okay. So we have an appointment at the boutique at 2 PM- I’ll send you the address, okay? I’ll try to meet you at your place first and we can go together! I’ve already gone with the others.”

“Alright.” You agree with her. “Who else are your bridesmaids?”

“Betty, my sister, and Gwen.” MJ thinks it over, and then nods. “Yup. I know what you’re thinking: ‘no models?’”

“Guilty.”

“I did ask my close model friends, but truth be told: models are competitive as hell, and everyone wants to book more shows.” MJ sighs, defeat overcoming her. “I don’t blame them, they’d rather just not have bridesmaid duties taking up their time, I guess.”

“MJ…” You frown.

“No, no, it’s fine.” She puts on the same bright cheery smile, but her eyes still look sad, and you can tell she’s faking it a little. “I only want my closest friends by my side, anyways. I’m still inviting some, uh, influential people- Kitty Pryde, Elektra, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanov- you know, just the typical gang.”

You don’t know, but you just nod. You’re sure these models are all super hot- super gorgeous- and the idea of being a maid of honour in front of them kind of has your stomach turning. You wonder if you could lose some weight before the wedding, or if that’s a toxic thought to have.

MJ herself is stunning- but you’re sure she has a really intense diet and exercise regimen that she follows. Her body has always been toned and perfect- you, on the other hand, are a total homebody who doesn’t try very hard. You’re not sure how great you’ll look next to her.

You’ve always been just a tiny bit jealous. Even though you know it’s not her fault, it’s just the way the situation happens to be. She’s always been pretty- and you know that’s not all the value is to a person- but MJ is also a sweet, kind girl.

The feeling of being inadequate romantically comes to you again. Maybe you’re just not marriage material like MJ so clearly is.

MJ suddenly looks up towards something you can’t see, and nods at someone. “I gotta go. I’ll text you later?”

“Yeah, of course.” You state, and MJ hangs up before you can say bye.

Bridesmaid dress shopping goes okay.

MJ hugs you tightly when you see her- and it’s enough that you forget about some of your prior insecurities. She squeezes your face, and you smile up at her, glad that she still feels as loving as ever.

Even Logan gives her a smile and a “congrats” when he sees her. Then, it’s off to the boutique.

MJ has you try on several silk dresses, all in a gorgeous forest green colour, and she’s equally ecstatic for every single one you try. It’s a little embarrassing- is she just cheering you on because she’s your friend?- but the designer she invited agrees that you look awesome in everything.

You’re a little shy, and unsure of how to say thanks. You have never thought you were all that- just the plain girl next door, honestly.

In the end, you pick a sweetheart neckline, the bodice and torso are fitted down to your thighs, then flaring out in a loose mermaid style skirt with lace detailing. It’s very pretty- and MJ picks up the bill, before you can even say a thing about paying for it yourself.

“Thank you, Kurt!” She blows a kiss at him- he’s going to send it to the place you’re staying at in Florence for you.

“I’m really not used to all this… excessive stuff.” You snort as MJ leads you out of the boutique, on your way to some sandwich place for lunch.

“Well, get used to it. Har is literally doing the most-” She raises her hands super high so you get a sense of what she means. “And even if it rests poorly on your conscience, I told him whatever we spend on the wedding, we’ll spend twice as much on donations, charity and philanthropy.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Damn, MJ! That’s a lot of money. You guys must be loaded.”

She shrugs. “I got into investing when I first made my big bucks modelling, and Harry is… well, you know. An Osborn and all that.”

“So is the wedding spending an excuse to donate as much as possible?” You sit down at the outer patio of the cafe, and MJ lifts up her sunglasses on to her head, her long red hair wafting away in the sunshine.

She gives you a knowing look, with her classic wine-colour stained lips coming into a large, wide smile. “You got it.”

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Tiny Dancer

Summary: Following in her mother’s footsteps, Grace has her first big dance recital.

Part of the Back To You series

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June 2025

“Okay, so Grace has to be there in about an hour and a half,” Madeline reminded Chris as she flitted around the kitchen, collecting a few small snacks and a bottle of water to put in her bag. “She’ll need her hair in a bun, but if you can’t do it then just let me know and I can fix it before she goes on stage.”

It was at least the third time that Madeline had given him that information, but considering how stressed she was about the big recital, he chose not to point that out.

“I think I’ll be able to do it, I’ve been practicing all week.”

“I know,” Madeline flashed him a smile. “You’re probably better than me now, but if she’s nervous and won’t sit still then I can deal with it at the theatre.”

“Okay,” Chris nodded, but as she paused her hurried movements and lifted her arms to put her hair up and out of her way - a clear sign of her stress - he took advantage of her stillness to slip his arms around her waist. “How are you feeling?”

He felt her tension ease as she leaned into his embrace and let out the deep breath that it seemed like she’d been holding all morning.

“I’m good,” she assured him. “I’m excited, it’s just a lot to organize. I feel like my head is spinning.”

It was a fair assessment considering it was only the third time that she’d been in charge of organizing a recital - although she had doubts that it was something that would get easier over time - but it was also the first time she was doing it as not only the lead teacher, but as the mom of one of the dancers as well.

Despite a few delays because of the pandemic, Madeline managed to get the studio space she’d leased when she’d first moved home up and running by September of 2020. It wasn’t a seamless process due to the kinks in the supply chain and the added interruption of her pregnancy, but after running the first fall program herself, she’d called in reinforcements.

Her friend, Heidi - who she’d been dancing with since she’d joined the American Ballet Theatre - had retired due to an injury just a couple of years before Madeline had and after taking the time to heal, she’d moved to Boston to teach. When Madeline had pitched the idea of her joining the little up and coming school that she’d started, Heidi had been immediately on board. She took over classes completely while Madeline was on her maternity leave and by the time she returned, interest was rapidly growing. They decided to split the classes and take on more students with Heidi in charge of the younger kids - between three and six - while Madeline took care of the older ones - six to nine – before they could ‘graduate’ and join a bigger company if they chose to continue their dancing careers.

They were still a relatively small company with only one class per age, but that still meant they had ten dances to coordinate for the recital including all the numbers with combined age groups and the perfectionist side to Madeline had her very stressed about making sure it all ran smoothly.

“It is a lot to organize,” Chris agreed. “But just remember what Ma said, even if you’re in charge it’s still supposed to be fun.”

“Oh, it’s definitely still fun,” Madeline smiled. “I just really want to make sure it all goes well.”

“I’m sure it will,” Chris insisted, pressing a kiss against the top of her head. “And I’m really proud of you for putting it all together.”

He felt Madeline squeeze him a little tighter before she pulled back and looked up at him with a smile.

“Don’t say that yet, it might be a complete disaster.”

“I’m positive that it won’t be,” Chris chuckled. “You’re all gonna do great.”

“Let’s hope so.” Madeline let out a sigh as she glanced at her phone to check the time. Seeing that she was already running a bit late, she tossed it into her bag as she grabbed the bag off of the chair. “Okay, I’ll say goodbye to Gracie, but then I’ve gotta go. Let me know if you need anything, otherwise I’ll see you when you drop her off.”

Chris nodded and pulled her in for another soothing kiss before following her to the living room. Madeline quickly wrapped Grace in a hug as she murmured her goodbyes and Chris watched as Grace hurried to the window, waving until Madeline’s car had disappeared from view. However, once her mother was out of sight, Grace turned around and let the smile fall from her face as her eyebrows furrowed together.

“Daddy, I have a question.”

Biting back a smile at her suddenly serious expression, Chris nodded his head.

“Sure, Gracie, what’s up?”

“Will Mama be mad if I’m too scared to dance today?”

The question alone was upsetting for Chris, but the way her voice shook as she asked it wiped away any hints of his amusement.

“Of course not,” he assured her as he moved to squat down in front of her to get to her level. “Your Ma would never get mad about something like that.”

“But Mama loves dancing,” she reminded him. “And she’s never scared.”

“She does love to dance, but she does get scared sometimes too. She’s actually a little nervous about today too.”

Grace’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” Chris nodded, flashing her a smile. “Everyone gets a little scared sometimes. I used to get scared all the time before I did anything.”

“You did?”

“I did, but do you know who was always there to help me?” Chris waited for her to shake her head before he answered. “Your Ma was. Whenever I got scared, she knew just how to make me feel better.”

It was the truth and Chris hoped that knowledge would bring Grace some comfort.

While Chris had prided himself on being Madeline’s protector when she got herself into more trouble than she could handle, she was always a fairly brave kid and Chris had to admit that in certain situations, he was not. Until he was about nine or ten, going anywhere without his family was practically torture for him. He hated school, he hated camp, he hated any activity that took him away from the comfort and safety of home, but despite their age difference and the fact that he was older - and should have been more emotionally stable - Madeline was always there to comfort him.

One memory that popped into his head was of a time when his mom had tried to force him into summer camp. He’d cried and screamed and refused to go until she eventually took him home. He’d sulked in his room for most of the morning, but when Madeline and her mother came over that afternoon, she’d tracked him down and - despite being only four at the time - she’d given him her best attempt at a pep talk and loaned him her favourite stuffed animal to take with him the next day in the hopes it would give him as much comfort as it gave her.

While he’d appreciated the gesture, it hadn’t worked and he never made it to that camp, but he left that part out as he shared the anecdote with the nervous four year old in front of him.

“Oh,” Grace murmured as she mulled over his story. “That was nice.”

“It was,” Chris smiled. “So you don’t have to worry about your Ma being upset that you’re scared, but what’s making you so nervous?”

“Everything,” Grace sighed. “I don’t want there to be too much people there.”

“There probably will be a lot of people,” Chris admitted, feeling a wave of guilt that she’d clearly inherited his anxious nature. “But you can just look for me and Mama and Grandma, we’re the only people you need to focus on.”

“I just want it to be only all of you.”

“I know, but everyone’s families want to see them dance too.”

“But what if I do it wrong?”

“Then you just keep going,” Chris assured her. “You just have to do your best.”

“Okay…”

Her soft response and the worry still swimming in her eyes had Chris’ heart aching as he opened his arms to pull her into a hug.

“If you really don’t want to do it then you don’t have to, no one will be upset or disappointed if you’ve changed your mind.”

He felt her clinging to his shirt as she buried her face into his neck for comfort while she took a moment to debate her options before she spoke again.

“I think I wanna try.”

Chris felt a wave of relief at her decision as he knew that she would probably regret it if she didn’t and he squeezed her tight.

“I think that’s a good choice,” he agreed. “But you can change your mind at any time, okay? We can just take it one step at a time.”

“Okay,” Grace nodded. “Can you help me do my hair?”

“Sure,” Chris smiled. “Let’s go find your hairbrush.”

Grace is kinda freaking out, think you can give her a pep talk? We’re heading over now, be there soon.

By the time Madeline saw the text from Chris, she knew they would be arriving any minute and her concern had her rushing outside to meet them. She made it to the parking lot just as Chris was getting out of the car and he smiled at the sight of her.

“Hey,” she greeted him. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“I think so,” Chris nodded. “But she’s nervous. I think we’ve talked it through, but she was worried that you’d be mad if she was too scared to perform…”

“Me?”

The incredulity in her voice gave away her shock at that information and Chris rushed to assure her.

“She was just saying that she knows how much dancing means to you and she doesn’t want to disappoint you,” he elaborated. “But I told her about how you used to help me when I got nervous about stuff and we talked it out so I think she’s gonna be fine.”

“Okay,” Madeline sighed. “I’ll talk to her and make sure.”

Chris nodded and opened the back door of his car just in time for Grace to hop out. Her hair was in a perfect bun and she was already dressed in her little leotard and tutu and Madeline’s heart melted at the sight.

“Hi, baby,” she grinned. “You look great!”

“Thank you! Daddy did my hair!”

“Well, he did a great job!”

“Thanks, it only took four tries,” Chris chuckled. “But I should go pick up Grandma. I’ll be back for your show. Okay, Gracie?”

A look of worry briefly flickered across her little face, but Grace quickly wiped it away and nodded stoically at Chris. He smiled and squatted down to pull her in for a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting back into his car, waiting for Madeline to lead Grace out of the parking lot before he drove away.

“So,” Madeline started as Grace slipped her little hand into hers. “Daddy told me that you’re feeling a little nervous.”

“Yeah,” Grace admitted, her voice so soft that Madeline almost didn’t hear her. “I just don’t like all the people.”

As they walked into the lobby of the theatre, Madeline led Grace over to a bench by the door where she sat down and lifted Grace to sit sideways on her lap.

“It is scary when there’s a lot of people watching,” Madeline agreed. “But can I tell you a secret?”

The lure of confidential information had Grace’s eyes widening as she leaned in and nodded enthusiastically.

“Most people won’t be watching you,” Madeline informed her. “Everyone’s moms and dads and families will just be paying attention to them so the only people who will be really watching you are me, Daddy and Grandma.”

“Oh, that’s good,” Grace smiled softly. “Do you get scared too?”

“All the time,” Madeline admitted. “I used to get nervous before every performance, but I just try to remember that everyone just wants to have fun. We have fun dancing and the audience have fun watching us, right?”

“But what if I mess it all up?”

“Then you just have to keep going. I remember one time that I messed up really bad and I was so embarrassed, but you know what happened?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Madeline shrugged. “No one even noticed because the people watching don’t really know how the dances are supposed to go. Daddy doesn’t know any of your moves, does he?”

“No,” Grace giggled at the thought. “Daddy doesn’t dance good at all!”

Madeline’s mind flashed to the many family dance parties they’d had where Chris would bust out his silliest dance moves just to make Grace laugh and let out a giggle of her own.

“Exactly! I bet most people who come today won’t be really good dancers like you and your class are so no one will know even if someone makes a mistake. You just have to keep your head up and keep going.”

Her assurances had Grace sitting up a little straighter and looking much more confident than she had when they’d walked in, but after she gave Madeline a firm nod and a confident ‘okay, Mama’, Madeline had one more thing she wanted to mention.

“But you know that no matter what, I’ll be proud of you, right?” She asked. “Even if you mess up or if you’re too scared to go on stage at all, I’ll always love you and I’d never be mad.”

Grace looked down at her hands, shrugging in a way that had Madeline’s heart sinking.

“I didn’t want you to be sad.”

“Listen to me, Gracie,” Madeline instructed, her voice firm so there was no room for any misunderstanding. “I’ll never be sad or disappointed because you’re scared about something. I’m so proud of you just for being here and trying to be brave, if you change your mind then that’s okay. Even if you wanted to quit dancing completely, I wouldn’t be mad.”

“I don’t!” Grace frantically shook her head. “I don’t wanna quit!”

“I know,” Madeline smiled. “I’m just making sure you know that I won’t be sad about whatever choice you make.”

“Okay,” Grace nodded, slipping her arm around Madeline’s neck and snuggling in close. “Love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Gracie.” Madeline squeezed her in tight and took a minute to soak up the moment of calm amongst the busy day before she reluctantly helped her hop down from her lap. “I’ll take you to Heidi now, but if you need me at any time you just let her know, okay?”

Grace agreed as she slipped her hand back into Madeline’s and followed her down the hallway to the room where her class was getting ready.

Almost an hour later, Madeline was racing around the backstage area trying to make sure everyone had their shoes and hadn’t messed up their hair too much when one of the moms who had volunteered to help stopped her.

“Heidi wanted me to tell you that Grace will be on in five.”

“Okay,” Madeline smiled. “Thanks for letting me know.”

She felt a pang of guilt as she’d been hoping to get the chance to check in with Grace again, but she had no time to worry about it as she made sure no one was in desperate need of any help before slipping away to find Chris. Thanks to the perks of being the one in charge, she found him in the seats she’d reserved on the front row just as the applause went up for the dancers in the number before Grace’s class.

“She up next?” He murmured softly, not wanting to detract attention from the kids prancing off the stage. Madeline nodded and a smile slid onto his face. “How’s she doing?”

“I think she’s okay,” Madeline whispered back. “We talked before I took her to Heidi and I haven’t heard about any issues since.”

“Good.”

Madeline could see Chris’ shoulders drop as if that information soothed him, but as the shadows of the dancers filed onto the stage take their positions in the dim lighting she felt her own stomach turn with nerves. It truly didn’t matter to her - or any other person in the audience - if any of the girls made a mistake, but she knew how hard Grace could be on herself and she worried about how she would handle it if she did.

Madeline adored her daughter, but there were times when she felt like they’d set her up to fail by passing on so many of their more difficult traits. She’d taken on her stubbornness, overly ambitious nature and inability to back down from a challenge, but also had Chris’ tendency to beat himself up and overthink himself into a world of doubt. They’d seen snippets of the traits in various ways through her life so far, but this was the first time they were seeing it collide into a heap of anxiety for her. She had the drive and desire to perform, but her self-doubt and the noise in her brain had clearly knocked her confidence. If anything did go wrong while she was on stage, Madeline knew it wouldn’t be easy to help her shake it off.

However, to her relief, it quickly became apparent that her worries were just as unfounded as Grace’s were.

Grace leapt and twirled around the stage with perfect precision and a passion that had her parents’ hearts swelling with pride. There was a look of focused determination on her face, but there was no sign of her earlier nerves and she completed the entire routine without missing a single mark. As they struck the final pose and the sound of applause returned, Madeline laughed as Chris jumped to his feet, letting out a cheer as he clapped so loud that the sound echoed around them. Madeline hopped up to join him just in time for Grace’s eyes to settle on them and her parents watched as a proud grin slid onto her face.

As much as she would have loved to stay and watch the rest of the show with Chris, Madeline hurried off as soon as Grace was exiting the stage to get one of her own classes ready to go on. She stayed in the wings for the rest of the performances - including Grace’s group number which she performed with the same ease as her first dance - but she was relieved when the final dancers left the stage and the show was over meaning she could just focus on being a mom again.

Wading through the crowds of other parents that had entered the backstage area to gather their dancers, Madeline hurried to find Grace and felt her heart swell when she saw her standing with Heidi.

“Grace!” She called out, catching her attention just in time for her to whisk her off the ground and into her arms. “You were amazing!”

“I did it, Mama,” Grace grinned as she wrapped her arms tightly around Madeline’s neck. “I didn’t get too scared or mess it all up!”

“I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it!”

“She was a star,” Heidi agreed. “She warned me that she was feeling a little nervous, but we went through some calming breathing techniques and she persevered.”

“Thank you,” Madeline smiled at her friend before glancing back at Grace. “Should we go find Daddy?

Her question was met with a very enthusiastic nod and after quickly reassuring Heidi that she would be back soon to help with the clean up, Madeline hurried out of the theatre with Grace in her arms. As soon as they got out the door and Grace could see her other family members waiting by the parking lot, she wiggled until Madeline put her down.

“Daddy!” She cheered, bolting towards him. “Did you see me dance?”

“I did!” Chris smiled as he literally swept her off her feet, tossing her in the air before he settled her on his hip. ”You were so good!”

“Thanks,” she beamed proudly, but as her grandma stepped forward with a big bouquet in her arms, her eyes widened. “Are those for me?”

“They sure are!” Lisa smiled, holding them out for her take. Grace did so eagerly, whacking her dad in the face with the large arrangement as she thanked her grandma profusely. “You’re so welcome, honey. You’ve earned them, you did a great job!”

“She really did,” Madeline agreed as Grace was distracted by the flowers in her arms. “It’s a whole different kind of nerves watching her do it than it is being the one on stage.”

“Well, you had no need to worry,” Lisa assured her. “She clearly got your natural talent.”

Letting out a scoff of laughter, Madeline pulled a face at that claim.

“Most of my talent was not natural,” she reminded them. “I was the least coordinated dancer in my class when I started. Her ability to perform must come from the Evans side because she’s way better than I was at her age.”

“Maybe she just has better teachers,” Lisa pointed out. “It’s an amazing thing you’re doing here, building a little community of ballet that focuses on uplifting the kids above everything else.”

The compliment had Madeline swelling with pride more than any other congratulations she’d received that night. Her ultimate priority when she’d started the dance studio was to keep the environment positive. She was determined that there would be no pressure on any of the dancers, no unrealistically high expectations that set anyone up to fail and no using fear as motivation or insults disguised as well intentioned advice. She made sure that everyone was on the same page - including some of the more overbearing dance moms - and that the focus always stayed on having fun and enjoying ballet.

She knew that there were many people in the world who would think she was wasting her time - that her strategy wouldn’t enable the dancers to thrive in the way required to reach a higher level later on - but it was inspiring to see that she appeared to be right. It seemed that her teaching style was creating dancers who were more passionate and confident than the ones who were taught in a strict, almost abusive way and they were excelling just as much - if not more - than students from the schools she’d attended as a child and they had none of the emotional damage.

“Thank you,” she smiled at her mother-in-law. “Nothing is better than watching someone do what they love and really pour their heart into it, right? It just makes sense that empowering them is a better option.”

“Absolutely,” Lisa nodded. “And if anyone can prove that to the world, I know it’s you.”

Her assurance warmed Madeline’s heart as she knew that without the unfailing belief that Chris and his family seemed to have in her, she wouldn’t have been able to achieve even half of what she had. She was proud of what she’d accomplished, but she knew that she never would have been able to do it without their support and she shared that thought with Lisa just as Grace let out a yawn.

“I should probably get this little monster to bed…”

Chris’ observation was said with a chuckle, but it put a frown on Grace’s face.

“I’m not a monster,” she insisted. “I’m a ballerina!”

“Oh, of course, how could I forget?” Chris smiled. “Are you coming home with us, Maddie?”

“I’ve gotta stay for a bit and help tidy up backstage, but I won’t be too long.”

Chris nodded and took the flowers from Grace with the arm that wasn’t holding her before passing her over to Madeline to say goodnight. She squeezed her tight, murmuring more praise and congratulations as she moved towards the car and by the time she had her all strapped into her car seat, Grace was fighting desperately to keep her eyes open.

Placing a soft kiss on her head, she smiled at the sight before gently closing the door and turning to Chris.

“She’ll be fast asleep by the time you get home.”

“I’m not surprised,” Lisa chimed in. “She’s had an exciting night!”

“And all the nerves she had earlier probably didn’t help,” Chris pointed out. “It’s been an emotional day for her.”

“It has,” Madeline agreed, slipping her arms around Chris’ waist. “It’s been a long day for all of us, I think, but I should get back inside or we’ll be here all night.”

“You want me to stay and help? I’m sure Ma would take Grace home for us.”

Lisa voiced her agreement to that claim, but Madeline shook her head.

“There’s not a lot to do, we’ll be fine.”

Chris nodded and reluctantly let her slip out of his arms after stealing one quick kiss, waiting for her to make it safely back inside before he followed his mother to the car.

As Madeline pulled into their driveway almost two hours later, she felt the exhaustion hitting her full force. It had been a hectic, emotional day at the end of a long, busy week and now that it was all over, her body was screaming at her to take a break. Dragging herself from the car, motivated to move by the knowledge that her bed was only moments away, she made her way into the house and was surprised by the silence that greeted her.

She knew that Grace would have been in bed, but considering it was barely after nine o’clock, she’d expected to find Chris lounging in the living room with sports on the TV as he usually was on Saturday nights at home. However, the living room was dark - as was most of the house - so Madeline ventured down the hallway towards their bedroom and the sight that greeted her had a smile sliding onto her face.

Chris was laying on the bed, leaning against the headboard as he watched the muted TV on the wall with Dodger at his feet and a sleeping Grace tucked under his arm.

“Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes.”

Chris’ gaze snapped towards the doorway where she stood, relaxing when his eyes settled on her.

“Hi,” he flashed her a lazy smile. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Apparently neither did our fierce guard dog,” she teased as Dodger twitched his tail in acknowledgment. “Why’s the party in here?”

“Grace woke up when I was changing her into her pajamas and wanted to sleep in our bed,” Chris explained. “Then she didn’t want me to leave so I stuck around for a bit.”

“She’s hard to resist,” Madeline sympathized. “And she deserves a little comfort after her big day.”

Slipping off her shoes and moving towards their dresser, Madeline lifted the dress she was wearing over her head and dropped it in the laundry basket before grabbing one of Chris’ old t-shirts out of a drawer and pulling it on. As she turned back towards the bed, she saw Chris brushing Grace’s hair out of her face as he watched her sleep with a look of adoration on his face.

If she hadn’t been so exhausted and eager to join them in the comfort of their bed, she would have been loath to interrupt the moment, but her exhaustion took over as she crawled up to lay in the empty space next to Grace.

“She did so well today,” Chris murmured. “She was so nervous, but she pulled it off.”

“She really did,” Madeline nodded as she rested her head on her pillow. “I just can’t get over how big she looked on that stage. It feels like it was just two minutes since we were bringing her home from the hospital.”

Chris smiled fondly at the memory as he thought back to their first night with Grace when they’d spent most of the night in a similar position, watching her closely as they were both too paranoid to take their eyes off her for more than a minute.

“I was so terrified,” he admitted. “I just kept thinking ‘man, who thought we were qualified enough to look after an actual baby’.”

His words pulled a snort of laughter from Madeline, but she stifled it with her hand to stop the noise from disturbing the child sleeping between them.

“We were in way over our heads,” she agreed. “But I think we’re doing a pretty good job.”

“It’s easy when you’ve got such a great kid.”

Madeline let out a hum of agreement, but as Chris flicked his eyes away from Grace, he noticed that Madeline’s were already flickering shut. Knowing how hard she’d been working and how little she’d slept all week, he wasn’t at all surprised and stayed quiet until he was sure she’d drifted off to sleep before shifting the blanket that he’d draped over Grace to cover her too.

As he watched them sleep beside him, he felt his own eyes grow heavy as the adrenaline of the day caught up with him as well. He was used to watching one of his favourite people perform as he’d sat through countless ballet recitals for Madeline, but he hadn’t truly been prepared for how it would feel to see his daughter up on that stage. He’d heard before Grace was born that having a child was like watching your whole heart run around outside of your body and that was the only way he could think to describe how he’d felt as he watched her.

He was constantly blown away by just how much it was possible to love someone and he was immeasurably grateful for the opportunity to be her dad. Knowing that the days of her wanting to snuggle up in bed with them were limited, he flicked off the lamp beside the bed and let himself fade off to sleep as well as he soaked in the sounds of her soft, gentle snores.

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small town

Chapter 1 - The Wild Boys

IN THIS CHAPTER: The world doesn't end during Spring break, a basketball ruins lunch, and Eddie threatens the freshmen [1.7k]

WARNINGS: very mild bullying, this is just an intro to the story so it's short and sweet, english is not my first language so i'm sorry if something sounds strange

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The wild boys are calling On their way back from the fire

Monday, March 31st - 1986

Spring break had come and gone in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana and, surprisingly enough, the world hadn’t ended. Yet, thought Dustin Henderson as he parked his bike outside Hawkins High School. He knew something had happened between Mike and El during his friend’s visit to California (and between Mike and Will too for that matter), but if their phone calls were to be trusted, everything had been smoothed out without the need for his intervention. For once, Dustin was glad he didn’t have to be the group’s self-appointed mediator; he already had enough with the guilt he felt for causing Suzie to lose her computer, he didn’t need extra problems on his shoulders. And he deserved a normal school year for once, goddamnit. Those hadn’t been common for any of them in a long time.

As he hurried to get to his classroom, he crossed paths with Lucas Sinclair and his Championship-winning friends proudly wearing their basketball team jackets over their regular clothes. If the newly popular boy had seen him walk by, he hadn’t given any indications as to it, not one look, not one wave. Dustin wasn’t entirely sure why anyone would enjoy hiding themselves behind a Tigers uniform but he sincerely hoped that once Jason, the captain of the team and current King of Hawkins High, graduated in mid June, Lucas would return to them from the dark side. For now though it seemed that he was perfectly content in his jock cult, and Dustin wasn’t about to give his new buddies a chance to throw him into a dumpster by walking into their huddle near the water fountains just to say hello to his (now former?) best friend.

The morning went by rather quickly for his tastes, and he could feel Mike’s anxious leg bounces next to him during Geography as lunch approached without any regard for their heart rates. Both teens had opened their lockers to find a folded black handmade card announcing the start of their next D&D adventure and they were painfully aware that a very uncomfortable conversation was about to unfold at the cafeteria. Their beloved Dungeon Master, for all his enthusiasm and kind-hearted nature, wasn’t very troubled by his social status as the school’s pariah and Mike’s suspicions that he hadn’t immediately considered Lucas a goner following recent events had been confirmed when he saw the subject in question throw his own black card into a bin at the start of their shared Chemistry class. His worst fear had also been confirmed when Lucas chose to sit at a different table than normal, forcing him to pair up with a rather dull girl with wild hair who was clearly not as interested in lab safety as she should have been. Her lab coat sleeve had caught on fire twice by the time the bell rang.

“I say we run,” Dustin proposed, clutching at his hard plastic food tray like it was a shield.

“Dustin. I am not having lunch in the bathroom again,” Mike countered, remembering their middle school days and having to hide from bullies.

“You know, it’s great that you mention that because I don’t think we are ever gonna be able to eat again after we tell Eddie Lucas is officially gone.”

“Come on, he’s not stupid, he knows how things work in Hawkins. I’m sure he was expecting him to leave anyway,” said Mike, completely unconvinced.

“Mike, this club is his baby and Lucas just spit in its face. In his baby’s face,” he said dramatically.

“We’ll be fine. We have Erica now. He’s not gonna care if we already have a replacement.”

“Great, we’re trading big Sinclair for little Sinclair. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

The curly haired boy trailed behind his taller friend on the way to their usual table where their fellow club members were already sitting, picking at their sad school provided lunches. Jeff said something to make Donny snort and choke on his can of Coke; a group of girls walking past them eyed him with disgust while Gareth cackled with glee.

“Hello, boys,” said Eddie, sitting at his usual spot: the head of the table. He looked up at them from behind his book. “Have a nice Spring break? Did you get enough smooches to last until summer, Wheeler?”

“It was alright,” Mike answered, wiping his palms on his jeans. He knew Eddie meant no harm, but his relationship would never be his favorite topic to talk about with the other guys of the Hellfire Club. He didn’t think anyone at the table except Dustin would understand him dating a literal human experiment with superpowers that had saved the world multiple times.

“You know, I’m starting to think your girlfriend isn’t real,” Jeff teased.

“Yeah, you never talk about her, we don’t even know her name. Are you sure you didn’t imagine her?” Gareth narrowed his eyes, a light smile never leaving his face.

“Her name is El- Jane. Her name is Jane,” he quickly corrected himself. “She’s totally real, Dustin knows her.”

“Yeah, Jane is… awesome! She’s great,” he nodded, backing his friend up. “Total babe.”

“Dude!” Mike slapped his shoulder.

“What? I think Suzie is a babe. You don’t think your own girlfriend is a babe?”

“O-of course I do, what are you talking abou-”

“Children, children,” Eddie lifted a hand to stop the fight unfolding in front of him. “If Wheeler says she is real, she is real, alright?” he turned to look at Gareth, Jeff and Donny sitting to his right with matching grins on their faces. “It’s not like any of you three are swimming in ladies, so y’know, don’t throw stones if you live in glass houses.”

There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence where everyone refused to look at each other and Eddie went back to his book: a very battered paperback with a lost cover that was probably hiding somewhere under the mess that was its owner’s bed. He was holding it with one hand, his other hand occasionally bringing a forkful of high school cafeteria mac and cheese to his mouth. It was clear to both Mike and Dustin that he was heavily invested in what he was reading; if they didn’t know him any better, they would have never guessed that under all that unruly hair and leather there was an excellent storyteller and magnificent Dungeon Master. For all everyone knew, he was reading something for his English class but the Hellfire Club boys could tell by now that whenever Eddie had a book around, he was planning something terrible for their characters to go through during their weekly session.

Dustin was trying very hard to focus on his peas and ignore Mike elbowing his side violently when a basketball bounced right in the middle of their table, startling everyone and sending soda cans flying, liquid spilling everywhere. There was loud laughter as one of the Tigers retrieved the ball that was stuck to Gareth’s mac and cheese; Jason, the captain, high-fived whoever was standing next to him as if he had just witnessed the biggest prank of the year. When he turned around, Lucas, sitting at the jocks’ table, sent them a half-assed apologetic glance and went back to his new friends. Wordlessly, Eddie pushed his tray in front of Gareth, who stopped trying to dry the table with the few napkins he had and went back to eating from his new lunch with burning red ears. As the elder leaned forward to steal back his unopened cup of pudding from the tray, he noticed a pair of eyes following him from a nearby table.

He didn’t recognize who it was, but the girl was staring at their table with a furrowed brow, something resembling sadness crystal clear on her face. She turned around to look at the basketball team’s table, shook her head, adjusted her headphones and went back to the textbook in front of her like nothing had happened. It wasn’t often that someone looked at their table like they didn’t deserve the disrespect they got. Making up his mind, Eddie put his book down and crossed his fingers, his rings clinking against each other.

“I think it goes without saying that Lucas Sinclair is no longer welcome in The Hellfire Club,” he said, resolute. “Guess that means you two will have to find someone to replace him. I’ll give you until Friday.”

“But we already have Erica!” Mike said, flinching at the shoe that kicked his shin from under the table.

“While I like the kid and she has more nerve than any of you combined, my newest campaign requires seven players. I’m not gonna rework it because Big Time Sinclair can’t grow a backbone.”

“Eddie, man,” Dustin started, trying to flatter him. “Six players is already too much to handle. Let us make this easier for you. We don’t need a seventh, right, guys?” he looked at Gareth across the table searching for support.

“Uh,” the teen glanced at his friend and leader, words dying in his throat as Eddie tilted his head towards him, sharp eyed and tense.

“Can’t you just ask the redhead you’re always hanging around to join?”

“We’ve asked, she’s not interested,” Mike deflated visibly.

“She has a lot going on,” Dustin said quickly, protecting Max’s honor. “Her brother died last year, she’s still processing.”

“Hargrove, right?” Donny said. “Man, that guy was a piece of trash but at least he kept Jason busy and away from us for a while.”

“I’m sure you two will find someone suitable to replace your little friend if you wanna keep playing with us. And no more middle schoolers. We aren’t running a daycare here,” Eddie smiled in a way that told everyone the conversation was done. “Now if you’ll excuse me, little lambs, I have business transactions waiting to happen.”

With that, the long haired leader disappeared from the cafeteria carrying the metal lunchbox where he kept his, ahem, products in one hand, the book he had been reading still open and the untouched pudding cup in the other one. The other members of the club scattered as they finished their lunch and went back to their routines, leaving Mike and Dustin at the table, heads in their hands, forgotten mac and cheese now sticky and cold.

“We are so screwed,” Dustin said, and Mike couldn’t help but agree.

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all’s faire - chapter two

Pairing: Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Word count: 4,005

Notes: Chapter two! These two are still very much in the enemies stage of their relationship but there are developments made in this chapter. Thank you to everyone who’s shown their enthusiasm for this fic, especially @lowlights and to @ezrasbirdie for reading it over. I’m no longer putting “outside” links (AO3/taglist form) in my fics but they can be found in my bio and on my masterlist. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Comments/reblogs appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Swearing, enemies to lovers, medication mention, injury mention, tension, sex mention

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A few, Pero Tovar thought-free, days later, your phone pings with an email notification. Most of your emails these days are shipping confirmations for books you’d preordered months ago. So you are surprised when an email from Pero Tovar pops up on your lock screen.

Ugh. You’d been having a good day up until now. What did he want with you? A partner to kick some puppies? Someone to yell at sweet old ladies with?

The subject line is Medieval Faire. And, clicking it open, you see it’s addressed to a number of people.

This note is to inform you that you have been accepted into the cast of the fifth annual summer medieval faire. Rehearsals for everyone are weekly and begin on June 4 at 8am at Lockwood Falls High School in the gymnasium. Do NOT be late. Please find your name and role from the list below. If anyone has any questions, do not hesitate to email me or Will Ballard.

P. Tovar.

That’s got to be the most joyless “you got the job” email you think you’ve ever seen. Sure, it’s to the point, but can he not use some enthusiasm for once? You see your name below Cassie’s — role, tavern wench. Below your name is Sarah’s, also a tavern wench. And that’s it for the tavern by the looks of things. Unless there’s others that have yet to be confirmed. Or maybe there’s volunteers? Two people seems to be not enough to serve drinks to all the customers that will make their way through. Even on slow nights at the pub you used to work at, you never had fewer than four staff on.

There’s a number of volunteers at the bottom of the list, so hopefully some of them are allotted to you and Sarah because otherwise it’s going to feel a lot more like work than Sarah and Cassie both said it would feel like.

You read over the email again, certain the warning against lateness is directed at you. Asshole. At least your niece got in. That’s the important part, that she has fun.

Getting up from the couch where you had been looking at job postings in a purely hypothetical manner (more for when Tess is more mobile and back on her feet), you check on dinner that’s cooking in the slow cooker — mac and cheese — before looking at your phone for the time; you still have fifteen minutes before having to go pick up Tess at her physical therapy appointment. You’ve prepared a nest for your sister on her bed for optimal comfort — Percocet and water bottle at the ready on her night table in case she needs it.

Cassie’s due back from school at around the same time that you and Tess will be getting back from her physical therapy appointment. Since it’s almost the end of the school year, it’s crunch time for Cassie. Studying for finals, final assignments, all the fun stuff about school that you absolutely do not miss. Cassie’s a good student, though, on top of everything. You don’t know where she gets it from. Neither you nor Tess were ever ahead of schedule in school, so Cassie must come by it naturally.

You’re not looking forward to a solid two and a half months of early weekend morning wakeups. Weekends are your sleep-in mornings. Where you roll out of bed at nine a.m. or later. To be honest, you’re surprised that a teenager is doing this willingly. But Cassie tells you it’s worth it. You’ll see about that.

The alarm on your phone goes off, indicating that it’s time to go pick up Tess. It’s her third physical therapy appointment; it’s been kicking her ass, but in a good way. The therapist is optimistic for a full recovery; your sister was lucky, he said. The break had been clean.

You drive across the town that you grew up in, the town you never thought you’d relocate to again. Not much has changed in the years since you left, for what you thought was for good. The only difference is that your parents had retired to Florida five years ago.

Tess is sitting down in the waiting room when you arrive, a slightly pained expression on her face, mixed with utter exhaustion.

“How’d it go?” you ask as you help her to your car. She grimaces as she buckles herself in.

“Painful. I’ll be glad when I don’t have to come here anymore.” Tess yawns.

“Did the doc give a timeline for when the boot can come off?” Your sister’s been chomping at the bit for the removal of the boot cast since it was first put on.

Tess shakes her head. “No. Not really.” She sighs. “I don’t think they want to get my hopes up with a false promise.”

It’s a mostly quiet car ride home; Tess is too worn out to contribute much to the conversation. “I got the part of bar wench,” you tell her. “Cassie’s wonderful and totally not grumpy teacher emailed me today.”

Tess manages a smile; you’d told her all about Pero Tovar, both after the interview and after the information meeting. Both tirades had been punctuated with huffy sighs and rolled eyes and over exaggerated hand gestures, all on your part. Tess had just sat there, bemused by your passionate feelings towards Cassie’s history teacher. “Don’t contain your enthusiasm for my benefit,” Tess quips. “Try to keep some for Cassie, though.”

You roll your eyes as you turn onto your street. “He’s just so…” You pause, thinking for the right word.

“Cantankerous? Annoying? Rude? Grumpy? Peevish? Assaholic? Another word that you didn’t use the last time you talked about him?” Tess offers with a smirk.

Pulling into the driveway, you offer her a withering glance as you put the car in park. “Very funny.”

Cassie is just unlocking the door as you arrive, the timing could not be better. She turns to you with a grin. “Did you get the email from Mr. Tovar?!” she squeals. “We got in! And I’m a lady-in-waiting to Mrs. Garin!”

You have to pause to remember who that is, a lot of new names and faces swirling in your mind. She comes to you; Mrs. Garin is the petite woman with long dark hair that Pero had talked to at the end of the information session. She’s playing the queen if you remember correctly. You think her name is Lin-Mae. “I did. Pretty exciting isn’t it, kid?”

Cassie nods, her beam still plastered to her face. As always, her enthusiasm is contagious. You have to remember why you’re doing this. For her. “Can we watch Snow White and the Huntsman tonight?” An odd topic change if ever there was one. “Or maybe some episodes of Downton Abbey? Mr. Ballard and Mr. Tovar said we have to practice our accents.”

Tess jumps in. “What about your homework? Any assignments left to do?”

Cassie shakes her head. “Nope. I handed in the last one today. I have to prep for a history presentation but that isn’t until Monday.” She looks a little nervous, recalling what you told her about what Tovar said and you have another flare of annoyance at him that you try to hide.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll make sure you have it down pat. Your mom and I will be your practice audience,” you reassure her. “But for tonight, mac and cheese and Downton Abbey. On one condition: we watch the Robin Hood movie with Russell Crowe as part of our research. It’s close to the time period we’re recreating.”

Cassie tries to hide a smirk. “You mean, the one with Oscar Isaac?”

Busted.

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On Saturday at stupid o’clock, you pull yourself out of bed after pressing snooze as many times as possible without being late. For some ungodly reason, Cassie is bright eyed and bushy tailed when she meets you downstairs in the kitchen. Tess is still asleep.

“I think we’re choosing our faire names today,” she says. You yawn again before grunting an unintelligible answer, your motions done by rote.

Once you’ve had your first coffee, you’re more awake — or at least more willing to pretend you’re awake. You make another one for the road, topping up your tall travel mug. For the first time in a very long while, perhaps ever, you and Cassie are the first to arrive besides Pero and Will Ballard.

Pero shoots you a look of incredulity. You return it with a questioning glare of your own, as if to say “what?”

People begin to file in, a slow trickle at first and then a flood of them. It’s a smaller group than last time, since not everyone made the cut. Given how Pero seems to think you can do no right, you’re surprised you made the cut.

He calls for attention at precisely 7:59:59 a.m. “Let us not waste time in retreading old ground. You all know who Will and Lin and I are and who we are playing. Let us instead go around the room. Introduce yourself using your real name, your chosen Faire name, and your Faire role.” He nods at Sarah to start.

“All right, hi everyone. I’m Sarah Bradford. Most of you know me already. I’ve been with the Faire since the beginning. As always, if you want to find me, I’ll be in the tavern serving drinks as Matilda.”

Will Ballard nods a welcome back to her. Pero just gives a curt nod in approval. It’s clearly old hat for the two of them at this point; Sarah — Matilda, rather — isn’t introducing herself for Pero’s sake, except perhaps to confirm that she’s using the same name for Faire as she always has.

You look down at the list of names clutched in your fingers as you listen absently to the others introducing themselves, first with their real names and then their Faire names. Cassie speaks beside you. “I’m Cassie Miller. Um, this is my first year in Faire —”

“Could you speak up a little bit?” asks Pero, not unkindly.

Cassie nods. “And I’m a lady-in-waiting to her Majesty. And I was wondering if my name could be Clara?”

“I don’t see why not,” Pero agrees.

There’s a long pause and then you realize it’s your turn. “Oh. Hi.” You introduce yourself with a smile that has too many teeth, giving a wave that looks ridiculous. Sarah, already a good friend, gives a wave back. “Ummm. This is my first year doing this. I’m going to be a tavern wench with Sarah.”

“Matilda,” corrects Pero as if you’re stupid.

“Right, yes. Matilda. Sorry.”

If Pero stares at you any harder, he’s going to burn a hole in your forehead. “And what’s your name, my dear?” he asks, the use of my dear almost mocking; you ignore it. You say your name and Pero sighs in frustration. “No. Not your real name, your Faire name.”

“Oh, right.” You almost feel small in his presence. Looking down at the list of names to buy yourself a few seconds of time, you say the first one that crosses your field of vision. It’s a variation of your real name. Sarah hides a grin. Pero repeats it, almost disbelievingly, his voice flat. You can practically feel the tension in the room, all the fun sucked out as soon as he makes clear his disapproval.

“Yes,” you say, with more confidence than you feel. “It’s period appropriate and I’ll be sure to remember it and respond to it.”

There’s another eye-roll from Pero. “Glad to see you’ve given a lot of thought and effort,” he drawls flatly. You open your mouth to retort, but he’s moved on to the person standing next to you, evident that you aren’t worth his time or energy.

Once everyone’s introduced themselves, you make your way over to Sarah, Cassie finding her friends. “Hey,” she says, your Faire name said teasingly. But her expression changes from teasing to one of concern when she sees your grimace. “What is it? Is it Pero again? Don’t listen to him; your Faire name is perfectly fine. He’s just a killjoy,” she says this part loud enough for him to hear. He pauses for a moment as everyone sits down on the mats on the floor for him to give his first accuracy lesson, but makes no other indication that he’s heard. As you sit down on a mat next to Sarah, he shoots you a glance that you miss but Sarah does not. She meets his gaze with a questioning one of her own as if to say “what’s up with you?”

- - - -

The next few weeks are a crash course in medieval history. It’s all old information, given that history — specifically medieval — was your minor in college. So what if you scrolled on your phone, making arrangements and putting Tess’s appointment times into your calendar while Pero or Will Ballard discussed something that you had written papers and exams on? It doesn’t matter. No one’s going to quiz you while you’re serving them drinks.

Your accent is more on the side of Eliza Doolittle than Lady Mary Crawley. But it works. And it’s as good as it’s going to get. You and Cassie and Sarah have full conversations using your Faire names in your accents to keep up the routine of it.

After week four of mostly irrelevant-to-you history lessons, it’s time for costume fitting. Sarah brings a bundle of what look like bedsheets. You lift an eyebrow. “I thought I gave you my measurements?” you ask.

“You did. Just wait until I lace it all together. You’re going to look great. Wine red or blue?” she asks.

You look at the colourful fabric. “Ummm… Wine red, I guess.”

“Excellent choice.” Her own dress is green. Across the way, you see Cassie with the other nobility cast members; Lin-Mae is helping her into her own dress, a periwinkle thing. You put on the pieces of fabric as Sarah instructs you to. You’re still swimming in them when you’ve put on all of them. “Now comes the fun part. I would say you’ll get used to it, but, well…” She tugs on the laces.

“Jesus, Sarah!” you grumble.

“Who’s Sarah?” she asks.

Right. You’re supposed to be using the Faire names. “Sorry. Matilda.”

Just as the dress is starting to have some shape to it, Pero Tovar chooses that moment to come inspect things.

“How are things over here?” he asks.

“Just peachy,” you say under your breath.

He inspects you for a long moment, looking for any defect or thing out of place. Instead of feeling like a bug under a microscope this time around, you defiantly look right back at him. Checking him for any defect or out-of-place thing. He’s let his hair grow a bit, his beard more defined than it had been when you first met him.

Usually he’s so well put together, but today he looks like he just rolled out of bed. You lift an eyebrow at his slovenly appearance. But, much to your chagrin, he’s still handsome as ever, even when he’s looking more like a slob than you thought you would ever see. You know part of the appearance is for his role of Captain Bastian. You wonder if he and the person playing Gideon are doing more practice after this.

“Everything’s finalized?” he asks.

Sarah confirms that it is. “Yep. Matilda’s been my Faire name for five years, I’m not changing it now. William gave it to me.”

The ghost of a smile quirks on Pero’s face; it’s the closest thing you’ve seen to a real smile on him. You find you want to see what a true-blue smile looks like coming from Pero Tovar. You’re sure, though you don’t know why, it would be like the sun coming out on a cloudy day. Jeez. Where did that come from? you ask yourself. “I know he did,” Pero murmurs. He turns to you, his imitation of a smile gone by the time he’s facing you. “And you?”

Trying to catch your breath but quickly realizing that it will be fighting a losing battle when wearing this getup so tightly, you say, “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

He gives you another quick once-over. You can’t tell if he likes you in the dress or not. “Still keeping the name?” he asks, still inexplicably annoyed at your name selection.

“Yep,” you intone dryly, not bothering to hide your annoyance at his own annoyance; when Sarah and the others had mentioned the name, it had been in a fun, teasing, ribbing kind of way. Pero just sounds as he always does with you. Annoyed. To your surprise, though perhaps it shouldn’t be given who he is, Pero practically snarls at you.

“Come with me. I need to talk to you,” he spits before turning on his heel and quite literally storming out of the auditorium.

“What is your problem?” you ask once you’ve reached an alcove for privacy. “You’re more tightly laced than I am and I’m the one wearing a corset.”

Pero actually rolls his eyes. “Are you taking any of this seriously at all?” he demands.

“What?” you ask. “Of course I—”

“It does not seem that way to me. You clearly don’t give a shit about any of this. From the name you chose to your attitude to the way you don’t pay any attention. You spend more time scrolling your phone than listening.”

“Okay, listen,” you manage to cut in. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you’ve been making me feel very unwelcome from the very fucking beginning. It’s just a name, okay? I know it’s not the most creative, I know that. But it’s period, I know it, I’m going to respond to it. Do you know where I currently live?” You don’t give him the time to respond, not even knowing why you’re going to tell him all this. “I live in my sister’s guest room. Everything I do these days is either for my sister or my niece. I’m on-call all the time, ready at the drop of a hat. That’s why I’m on my phone all the fucking time, so I can make sure my schedule is clear to do this, making sure that I have all her doctor’s appointments and physical therapy time in my calendar because guess who’s the chauffeur for the time being? Me.” You’re not complaining, you’d do anything for your sister and her daughter, but Pero doesn’t understand just how thinly stretched you are sometimes. “I know all this shit already, backwards and forwards. Because guess what? Not only am I here every fucking weekend on time, but medieval studies was my minor in college. I’m doing this as a way to support my niece who is having the time of her life doing this, so she can get her mind off worrying about her mom, because she’s passionate about this and I want to foster that passion even if it means giving up my weekends to do this and having to deal with you and your grouchy ass; I’m doing this to give Tess some space while she heals so we’re not always on top of each other — it isn’t a big house. I don’t know what your problem is with me, or why you seem to want me to quit, but I’m not going to, so you can give up your little crusade against me. If Cassie stays, then so do I. My internal organs are currently in a death grip in this getup and will be for six weeks. If none of what I just told you indicates that I’m taking this seriously I don’t know what else to tell you. And another thing; if I go, you’re down half your barmaids. So I’m actually doing Sarah and you a favour by not dropppng out, even when you make it so fucking tempting.” You fix Pero’s hard glare with one of your own, refusing to break eye contact. You mean business, refusing to be cowed by this man. If he doesn’t respect you, you’re going to damn well make him.

Pero’s eyes flare and he holds your gaze for a long minute in a staring contest, a game of chicken, both of you unwilling to be the first one to flinch. Eventually, though, after a long minute of staring at each other, his jaw set and his brow furrowed, Pero is the first one to look away; your diatribe seems to have set in and his face softens, softer than you’ve ever seen it before and likely softer than you’ll see it again.

“Family is important,” he murmurs, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before, softer than you’ll likely hear it again. He has a faraway look on his face for a second before he remembers where he is. “It’s fine; you’re fine,” he says. It isn’t quite the ringing approval that you were half-expecting, but from Pero it’s practically high praise. And then he says the second most shocking thing all day. “I’m sorry.”

Wait, what? You blink, not quite believing your ears. Surely you’ve stepped into Wonderland if you’re hearing Pero Tovar apologize. “What?” you sputter.

Pero sighs, his jaw setting again. This is clearly a difficult topic of discussion for Pero. “This time of year is hard for me. Especially this year because…” He sighs again, changing his mind. “It doesn’t matter. But it is not fair that I have been taking it out on you.”

“No, it isn’t fair,” you can’t help but say, almost reproachfully. “But I appreciate you saying it. Thank you.”

He gives you one last lingering look, a look you can’t quite put your finger on, and then he lets you go in a shared baffled silence. Sarah shoots you a questioning glance as you return to the auditorium, but you don’t say anything pertaining to your, quite frankly, bizarre interaction with Pero just now.

“Is he always like that?” you ask Sarah as she unlaces your dress enough for you to slip out of it, leaving you in your casual street clothes underneath; you neatly fold the bedsheet that is a dress and tuck it into your bag. “So uptight and intense?”

Sarah shrugs. “He’s always been intense, but you seem to bring it out in him.”

“Tovar just needs to get laid,” says a tall, burly guy coming up next to you. Dan, you think his name is. He’s playing Gideon, the lawman who is Tovar’s enemy in the context of the Faire. You snort at his assessment. “It’s true, the man’s practically been living like a monk for the past four years. And no, Daisy doesn’t count; they lasted all of five minutes,” he says when Sarah opens her mouth to protest. “He just needs to get laid,” he repeats, “might let out some of that pent up tension he’s got.”

Sarah pouts. “You guys need to be nicer to Pero,” she says, more to Dan than you. “You know it’s hard on him. He hasn’t been the same since William’s been gone.”

You don’t know who this William is, or why he left, but whoever he is, he’s clearly important to the bunch of them. Though you fail to see what his leaving town has to do with anything.

“I promise, Pero will grow on you. Just give him time and get to know him and you’ll see, he’s just a big softie,” Sarah assures you again.

You suppose you’re just going to have to take her word for it, even if Dan doesn’t seem to share her conviction. As you glance in Pero’s direction, you see that he’s chatting with a couple of other cast mates. You don’t know what troubles you more: the fact that he doesn’t deem you worthy to share his friendship with, or that it bothers you as much as it does.

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you can run away with me anytime you want (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Smut)

The best thing about summer (in addition to being off school and ice cream), was sleeping with your window open. It was so peaceful, listening to the grasshoppers and crickets sing in harmony, punctuated by the occasional rumble of a car as it passed your house. You would stay up for hours, just laying in the moonlight and taking in the quiet peace of it all.

There was another benefit to sleeping with your window open, of course.

You were just falling asleep when you heard your window slide open further, peeling open your eyes to see a gangly figure helping himself over the ledge and into your room.

Eddie glanced up at you with a grin. “Sorry sweetheart, were you falling asleep?”

“Never.” You joked, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “What’s got you dropping in?”

Eddie shrugged, but from the smile he had on his face you could tell he had something in mind. “Bored.”

“Uh huh.” You said, your skepticism obvious. “And this boredom has something to do with also being horny, right?”

“Geez babe, you’d think I’m only here for sex.” Eddie said, pulling a face.

“I forgot.” You said, sliding out of bed to walk over to him, reaching around his waist to stick your hands in his back pockets. Finding what you were looking for, you pulled it out with a grin. “You also hate to smoke alone.”

Eddie snatched the joint back from your fingers, tucking it into his jacket pocket now. “You know me too well, doll.”

“You’re just predictable.” You said, slipping away from Eddie to pick up a stray pair of shorts from the floor, pulling them on underneath your sleep shirt. Once you let the oversized tee fall back into place, you couldn’t even tell you had shorts on underneath. “Do I need shoes?”

“Nah.” Eddie said. “I thought we’d just go to the lake, maybe take a swim or something, splash around while we smoke.”

“Lovers Lake?” You teased.

“What, it’ll be nice!” Eddie said. “We’ll have the whole beach to ourselves!”

You just smiled, hooking one leg over the windowsill. “You coming?”

—

“Oh Eddie it’s cold.”

You pulled your toes back out of the water, shaking off what droplets you could. The only bad thing about June was that the water wasn’t warm yet.

“Pussy.” Eddie said, stripping his jeans off and tossing them onto the rocks. His shirt was next, leaving him in just his boxers.

“Am not.” You retorted.

“Well then get in with me.” Eddie taunted. “Prove it.”

“Ohmygod fine.” You said, shucking your shorts off and pulling your nightshirt up over your head, leaving you in just your underwear. “You better warm me up after though.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh, I plan to.”

With that, he was sprinting towards the waves of the lake, deep strides wading into the water until he was deep enough to dive in the rest of the way, shouting as he disappeared between the cold ripples. A moment later, his top half popped out of the water, shaking his hair like a dog.

Quoting your earlier words back at you, he teased, “You coming?”

Gathering your courage, you plunged towards the cold water, wading in after Eddie until you were standing next to him, your bottom half submerged until the water.

“You cheated.” Eddie said.

“What?”

“You didn’t put your head under.” Eddie complained.

“It’s so cold.” You said. “Cmon Eds-“

Eddie didn’t give you a chance to plead more, simply wrapping his arms around you and flopping backwards into the lake, dragging you under with him. For a moment, you were suspended in cold water, the only feeling Eddie’s arms around your middle.

But then he was dragging you back upwards, and you were gasping for air, clinging onto him for dear life. “Jesus Christ Eddie what the fuck!”

Eddie cackled, squeezing you tight. “There, now we’re even.”

You wriggled in his grip, fighting to get out of his embrace and back towards the shore. “I’m freezing-“

“Calm down sweetheart, I promised I’d warm you back up, didn’t I?” Eddie said, relaxing his grip around you and letting you back into your own feet, opting to take your hand instead and lead you back to the bank.

“You better.” You grumbled, reaching the shore. Immediately, you went for your discarded shirt, but Eddie stopped you.

“Gotta get you out of the wet first.” He said.

“You just wanna see me naked.” You accused.

Eddie’s hands found your waist again, fingers trailing up your hip bones. “And what if I do?” The words ghosted over your ear as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You could have just asked.” You said, reaching down to shuck off your wet underwear, letting the moonlight touch your skin.

Eddie’s hands were on you immediately again, running up and down your body, mapping out all the curves and planes of flesh. “Mmmm god I love this part.”

“Just this part?” You teased, leaning back against him. You could already feel his semi through his wet boxers.

“Well, not only this part.” He said, nosing along your jaw. “There’s also the part where I get to leave little love bites all over your neck…” He sunk his teeth into your skin, sucking hard for a moment. “And the part where I get to put my mouth on you… and the part where I slide my dick right inside those warm, warm-“

“You’re so embarrassing.” You interrupted him.

“Only cause it makes you all flustered.” Eddie said. “You wanna smoke before or after?”

“After.” You said, turning around to face him and thumbing the waistband of his boxers. “I don’t wanna wait.”

“Works for me.” Eddie grinned, letting you slide his boxers down his legs, freeing his dick. He was fully hard now, your hand coming to stroke him a few times, relishing the weight in your hand. It was fun, in a way, seeing the affect you had on him.

Eddie stepped out of his boxers, kicking them aside. He leaned down, face inches from yours. Your eyes darted to his lips, watching as a smile slowly stretched across his mouth. It wasn’t long before he was pressing his lips to yours, kissing you with all the intensity you had come to associate with Eddie.

“Mmm.” Eddie groaned between kisses, hands moving to cup your ass, kneading gently. “I ever told you how much I like kissing you?”

“Once or twice.” You said, kissing him again.

Eddie almost whimpered as you bit his bottom lip lightly, tugging him with your teeth as he pulled away for a breath. “Fuck.”

“That’s the idea.” You said. “We’re not gonna bone in the dirt though, right?”

“Of course not.” Eddie said, seemingly offended that you’d even asked. “Please… I brought something you’re gonna love.”

With that he was bounding over to his van, dick swinging freely as he jogged. You could help but laugh. You watched as he opened the back doors, reaching in a hauling out what looked like some sort of pad, hefting it up and walking it back over to you, dropping it on the ground at your feet like a proud dog.

“Ta da!”

You poked at it with your toe. “What is it?”

“Beanbag.” Eddie said proudly. “So you don’t get all scratched up when I’m going to town.”

You grinned, stepping over the beanbag to lay your arms over his shoulders, pulling him close. “You really thought of everything, huh?”

“Tried to.” Eddie said, closing the distance to kiss you again. “Wanted to make it good for you.”

“It’s so good.” You said, letting him maneuver you so that you were laying on the (surprisingly comfortable) beanbag. “You’re so good.”

Eddie latched himself onto your collarbones, sucking and biting and kissing and leaving dark marks all over your skin, right where people would be able to see them above the neckline of your shirt. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though - after all, you would both end up covered in love bites by the end of the knight.

Winding a hand into Eddie’s hair, you pulled him away from your neck, pushing his lips to yours again. “Cmon Eds.” You said, the words falling against his lips directly. “What’s the hold up?”

“Tired of the foreplay already babe?” He asked, somewhat teasing. “Or are you just hungry for my dick- ah mmmmmm.”

You took the opportunity to put your own teeth to Eddie’s neck, purpling his skin as you laved bites and kisses on the flesh. He stiffened up, allowing you to slowly but surely maneuver him so that his back was on the beanbag, and you hovered over him.

“So I don’t get scratched up, huh?” You teased, beginning to grind down on his dick.

“We, I guess.” Eddie amended, eyes locked on the way you swiveled over him, letting the friction of your grinding get him even harder. “Fuck- you’re so pretty. Let me touch you please, please-“

You hummed, pretending to think. “I don’t think so, actually.” You said.

“Cmon, please-“

“I don’t think I need the help.” You said, leaning forward so that Eddie’s dick lined up with your hole. You slid back on him in one fluid movement - something practiced countless times before.

Eddie’s eyes rolled back into his head as he groaned, his hands reaching for your hips. You caught them before they found purchase though, gathering his wrists in one of your hands and pinning them down above his head.

“I said I don’t think so.” You whispered, leaning down against his neck.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Eddie whimpered.

You began to move, rocking up and back with your hips, savoring the sweet glide of Eddie in and out of you. Underneath you, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, not even bothering to try and break your hold on his wrists.

“Enjoying yourself?” You teased, nosing along the length of his jaw.

“Yes.” Eddie said, voice catching in his throat. “You fuck me so good.”

You but back your own groan at that, letting go of his wrists to run your hands down his naked chest, thumbing over all of his tattoos. He looked so pretty like this, splayed out on the ground beneath you, panting, face flushed, hair falling out around his head like a messy halo. “God Eddie-“

The moment your hands left his wrists, Eddie was gripping onto your sides, using his hips to lift you up and begin pounding into you at breakneck speed. The moan you had been holding back escaped at the sudden motion, and you found yourself being squeezed to Eddie’s chest as he wildly bucked into you.

“Fuck Eddie-“

Eddie panted, stopping his wild thrusting only to flip you over so that you were sprawled out on the beanbag now. As soon as you were in place he slid right back between your legs, hitting home with a groan and picking up right where he left off.

“Shit.” He said, eyes locked onto your face. “Fuck. ‘M not gonna last.”

“If you-“ You tipped your head back, sucking in a breath as he pressed somehow deeper. “Fuck, if you keep this up I’m not going to either…”

That was all Eddie needed to hear, apparently. You watched as he bit his lip, fucking into you with reckless abandon, very obviously trying not to lose control and finish earlier than you. Between the intensity of his thrusts and the way he was looking at you, you didn’t last long.

“Eds-“

“Jesus fuck.” He grunted out, pressing inside you as far as he could go and stilling. You felt him swell and then deflate, and then he was slumping on top of you, hiding his face in your shoulder.

For a moment, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the lake, and the cicadas in the pine trees around you.

“That was really good.” Eddie said, voice muffled in your skin.

You smiled, bringing a hand up to stroke the back of his hair, playing with the curls and waves. “Yeah it was.”

“You wanna smoke now?” He asked.

Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes. “You’re insatiable, Munson.”

“You love it.”

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June of Doom 2023

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Day 3 - “I can handle it.” | Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, long term captivity, brief touch aversion, broken bone, restraints, fantasy prejudice, mild conditioning, manhandling

Lainey never stops talking. She’s been here somewhere around two days - by her own, announced estimation, Isa stopped trying to calculate the passage of time long ago - and Isa is pretty sure she knows everything about her parents, siblings, boyfriend, school, job, and friends there is to know.

Maybe it’s a coping mechanism. Maybe she just likes the sound of her own voice. She’s not going to tell her to stop, not when it seems to be bringing her some level of comfort, but it’s…overwhelming. Isa has been alone in this basement for five years with only her captor for occasional company, and even he barely speaks. Now she has a constant companion who only stops talking to eat or sleep. There’s a part of her that’s grateful to be able to have an actual human around, but it’s often buried by the feeling of being suffocated by the noise.

She’ll get used to it, sooner or later. She’s gotten used to many other things in these past years.

Sir came back with food and water for them both, eventually. He let Lainey out of her chained up position, though her hands are still cuffed, just in front of her now so she could eat. He doesn’t trust her yet. She’s given him no reason to, though she has behaved much better since he beat her up.

Isa was unchained, too, and was able to get up for the first time in days to make a couple of slow loops around the room.

“What happened to your leg?” Lainey had asked, watching the way she limped with a troubled frown.

Isa hadn’t blamed her for asking, but the answer was too involved to get into. Talking, after all, is not her thing. Not after this much time of having no one to talk to. While she knows Lainey’s life story, she hasn’t told her anything about herself.

She doesn’t know what to say, anyway. That kind of life - the life with family and friends and a job and school - isn’t hers. The girl that had all those things, once, is long gone.

“Many things,” she’d answered with a shrug. “Gets stiff when I can’t walk on it for a while.”

Today, however many days it’s allegedly been, the two of them are sitting side by side while Lainey tells stories about work and Isa picks at her fingernails, breathing through the onslaught of sound. Sir hasn’t been down to hurt either of them since the first day he’d beaten Lainey. She’s expecting him at any time, which is probably why she’s tuned in to any disturbances from upstairs. His footsteps have been crisscrossing the house off and on all morning, but now they start heading toward the stairs, a path she’s intimately familiar with. Her heartbeat picks up its pace as his draws closer.

She raises her voice to be heard over Lainey’s chatter, blurting out a warning without further thought. “He’s coming.”

Lainey stops talking abruptly, turning to look at her, probably about to ask a question, but the locks begin turning. Now it’s her heart’s turn to zoom into full speed.

His steps are never hurried. He clomps down the stairs, vibrations sending chills across Isa’s skin. At the bottom, he stops still. Drawing in a deep breath, she forces herself to look over at him.

He’s staring directly at her. “I heard that.”

Shoot. “Sir?”

“You warned her. You used your filthy magic and listened to me coming again.”

The arguments of ‘it’s a part of me, like breathing, I can’t help it!’ were used up long ago and never made any difference to start with. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t apologize to him!” Lainey hisses, still not quite getting the hang of shutting up and not making him mad. “It’s your magic, you can’t -”

Isa’s hand shoots out and grabs her arm, startling her enough to silence her. She lets go quickly, though. Her palm feels like it’s been burned from the contact. Please, please don’t make this worse. Please just let this happen like it has to.

“Get up.”

Immediately she stands, holding onto the wall for support until she’s fully upright. For some reason, Lainey scrambles to her feet, too.

He points. “Corner.”

Her breath catches in her throat, knowing now exactly what’s coming. Head down, she walks over to the spot where the wall turns, leading into an alcove.

“What is happening, what are you doing?” Lainey hangs back, but won’t stop drawing attention to herself. If she doesn’t make this worse for Isa, she’s at least going to get herself in trouble, too. “Leave her alone, you idiot, she didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Lainey!” Sir grabs her by her shoulders and shoves her against the wall, but she still turns her head to look at the younger girl. “Stop. I can handle it.”

Her words are met with an angry glare, but she’s fairly certain she can see fear hiding in the expression.

“Arm.”

She’s shaking as she displays her left arm to the side. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been or how many times things like this have happened, she’s still afraid every time.

Sir pins her elbow to the wall with one hand so that the lower half of her arm is sticking past the corner into the open air. Isa sucks in a deep breath and closes her eyes. Seconds later, the heel of his hand slams into her wrist. The bone cracks, and she screams, having long ago given up trying to keep her pain to herself. When she doubles over forward he allows her to fall to the floor, cradling the arm to her stomach. She can faintly hear Lainey’s voice throwing insults and threats over the sound of blood pounding in her ears.

“I thought I’d taught you already not to use that crap. If the girl is gonna be a bad influence on you, then well…I’ll just have to beat it out of you all over again.”

“Yes, sir,” she grunts out in between gulps of air, head nearly on her knees.

Turning on his heel, he takes two steps, stops to backhand Lainey across the face so hard that she falls over sideways, then strides across the room and up the stairs.

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Linky & Jordie’s Paradise For Two

Fanart belongs to JaviSuzumiya

The first day of summer vacation arrived just weeks after the Middle School year came to an end in Royal Woods. Lincoln offered Girl Jordan to join him on the beach together before the final day of school. For nearly half of the year since Christmas, they’ve done so much together, they’ve gotten closer to each other, to the point that Lincoln allowed Girl Jordan to be part of The Action News Team at school when Valentine’s Day came around.

At noon, Lynn Sr. took Lincoln, who’s in his swimsuit in Vanzilla while picking up Girl Jordan from her place who’s also in her swimsuit along with her phone. Upon arriving at the beach, Lynn Sr. parked by the side of the road which is where Lincoln requested. “You sure you don’t want me to park at the parking lot?” Lynn Sr. asked.

“Yes, I just want to pick the perfect spot.” Lincoln smiled.

“Okay, text me when you want to get picked up.”

As Lincoln and Girl Jordan got out of Vanzilla, Lynn Sr turned around and drove back home. The two kids stepped on the sand, witnessing the waves from the ocean and taking in the salty sea air. Even in June, the weather’s gotten hotter compared to last year’s. Lincoln and Girl Jordan not only brought snacks in their cooler, their beach towels, beach buckets and sunscreen, but also the turtle doves they got from Christmas. As they placed their beach towels on the sand, they sat down together. Girl Jordan squirted out some sunscreen and rubbed it on her arms.

“This is a great idea to kickstart our summer vacation.” Girl Jordan smiled. “Can’t wait to swim once we’re done putting on sunscreen.”

“Yeah, even if my family planned to go swimming again later this season, It’s not stopping me from taking you here.” Lincoln replied. “Although it’s strange, the beach is a lot quieter than usual.”

“Yeah, even families or groups normally stay at this spot. And yet you can still hear kids from the other side of the beach.”

Lincoln stood up for a moment to see both sides with no visitors in sight. It felt like a ghost town but only if it’s cloudy, foggy and of course a town. But a beach is usually nothing like a ghost town. “It looks like we have the beach all to ourselves.” He sat back down.

“Huh, who would’ve thought?” Girl Jordan handing Lincoln the sunscreen. “It feels like we own the beach.”

“Yeah, kind of.” As Lincoln squirted some sunscreen in his hand, he rubbed it on his arm. Upon looking at the waves again, he remembered the times he and his family went on the beach, there’s always tons of people around. The only way families or groups would get privacy by the ocean is on a private beach which Royal Woods doesn’t have. After a minute of putting the sunscreen on, Lincoln placed the sunscreen by the cooler. “So do you want to step into the water right away?”

“How about later? I’m still surprised we’re the only ones on the beach.” Girl Jordan turned to Lincoln. “Doesn’t it feel unusual?”

“Yeah. Like I wanted to have time off from my sisters, but this isn’t what I was expecting. Especially how I paid for a small pool for myself, only to feel bored for being alone, my fantasy didn’t play out as I wanted.”

Lincoln looked down while noticing how bored he was since he kicked his sisters out of the backyard. He didn’t imagine the way he wanted out of his fantasy when it came to life.

“Do you wanna know what my fantasy is like when it comes to swimming?” Girl Jordan asked.

“Yeah.”

“I wish I could breathe underwater to do more on the beach, but that would require gills.”

“You mean like jumping out of the ocean like a dolphin?”

“More than that.” She leaned towards Lincoln. “As a mermaid.” As she leaned back, she also blushed. “Then again, if mermaids exist, it would be a lot different.”

“Well, we can’t expect our visions to go as we hoped. But still, sometimes I wished the whole paradise for one would’ve been the peace I wanted.”

As the two remained seated on their towels, Girl Jordan also wanted peace, but knew it wasn’t enough. Even with no one around, she needed to feel the peace all around her and Lincoln. As she looks straight at the waves, the sounds of the ocean heal her sorrows, putting her in a state of peace that feels like bliss.

“Lincoln…” She spoke to his attention. “When you feel more comfortable…would you enjoy the beach more?”

“Like laying under the sun?” Lincoln wondered. “Because my sisters Lori and Leni-

��No, something else like…a couple close together with the girl hugging the boy from behind?”

Lincoln blushed from the idea, something he didn’t expect a dodgeball player to say. “What makes you think that?” He awkwardly smiled.

“I’ve seen it on TV where a girl hugged the boy on the beach…at night time when they’re alone. And since we’re alone…do you like the idea?”

Lincoln never had the privilege to allow a girl to hug him from behind. Even his sisters stopped doing that when they got older. “Kind of. But do you think it would work?”

Girl Jordan scooted over behind Lincoln. “It won’t hurt to give it a shot. Maybe later you could do the same to me.” As she slowly scooted closer, she wrapped her arms around Lincoln’s body. Lincoln blushed even harder with Girl Jordan right behind her. “Usually, a girl would lay her head on the boy’s shoulder.”

With the idea in mind, Girl Jordan laid her head on Lincoln’s shoulder with her eyes closed. Lincoln’s body shook with a girl hugging him from behind. If his sisters were here, they wouldn’t even give him the slightest bit of privacy. But then Girl Jordan placed her hand on his chest.

“Relax, you’re getting used to it. Your heart needs it.” She spoke in a sweet tone. Lincoln remained still while feeling Girl Jordan’s hand on his chest while listening to her breathing. Her breathing felt soft and natural as if she had a wholesome hum that no one at Royal Woods Middle School would hear. “Be happy and close your eyes…”

Lincoln slowly got into the moment as he smiled. “You’re right…” He closed his eyes, while Girl Jordan pushed her legs against Lincoln’s. Lincoln felt his back being protracted with Girl Jordan while listening to the waves of the ocean. The sound made him more relaxed as if this was the paradise for one he wanted all along. But in this case, it’s paradise for two.

“Lincoln…” She spoke with her eyes still closed.

“Yes…?” Lincoln replied.

“We should do this whenever we go to the beach alone…if we’re lucky.”

Lincoln laid his head on his other shoulder, giving Girl Jordan more space to lay on his shoulder. “I’m sure our families and others will respect our privacy.” Lincoln said in a quiet tone. “Let’s be in this moment for a little longer…”

“Okay…”

For the next twenty minutes, Lincoln and Girl Jordan savor the moment while still alone with no one around. As if they’re on an island in their imagination filled with waterfalls and mermaids. Mermaids that adore their time together without interrupting them. Girl Jordan finally opened her eyes, lifting her head off of Lincoln’s shoulder but he wasn’t phased as his eyes were still closed.

“Lincoln?” Girl Jordan leaned back from him. “Lincoln? Lincoln?” Without a response, he placed her hands on Lincoln’s arms, trying to wake him up.

“What?? What???” Lincoln opened his eyes while falling on his back while Girl Jordan got out of the way.

“You were sleeping before I let go of you.”

“I was?” He leaned up while Girl Jordan nodded. “Huh, I guess I was too into the moment.”

This caused Girl Jordan to giggle. “You know it’s cute that you will do this for me. It was exactly how it was from the show.”

“Beginner’s luck?” Lincoln blushed.

“More like a beginner's charm.” The two laughed at each other as they both got on their feet. “Anyway, I’m finally in the mood to swim now.” Girl Jordan stretched her arms.

“Yeah, definitely in the mood to swim now.” Lincoln also stretched his arms. The two walked together as they stepped on the water, causing Girl Jordan to shiver. Soon the water reached to their legs as they headed farther with the ocean up towards their chests.

“The water is just perfect.” Lincoln feeling the ocean.

“And beautiful with the current flowing towards us.” Girl Jordan smiled. “Do you like that?”

“I do, as long as it’s clean.”

“The beach water’s always clean.” She then looked in her surroundings and still no person or group in sight. “Though we’re still the only ones on the beach? I don’t even see a boat.”

“Yeah, we’re getting more privacy than I expected.” Lincoln turned around.

Just when he turned back to Girl Jordan, Girl Jordan splashed him with water, catching him by surprise. “I know we're still alone, I just want to get you off guard before getting splashed.”

“Yeah.” Lincoln wiping the water off his eyes. “Just like how you always hit me with a dodgeball in gym class, after the whistle was blown.”

“We were on opposite sides, what do you expect-”

Lincoln interrupted Girl Jordan by splashing her with water. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do the same thing.” He grinned.

“You never do that!” Girl Jordan replied with her face and hair wet.

“Then splash back, dodgeball player.” Lincoln splashed again as Girl Jordan splashed back

They continued to splash each other for a few minutes as Girl Jordan laughed joyfully. Lincoln couldn’t stop splashing as he enjoyed his time with a girl who’s been enjoying herself since arriving. With both of them wet during the splashing, they didn’t even try to dive their heads into the water yet.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Girl Jordan slightly shouted as she and Lincoln stopped. “Can we do something else while we're still in the water?”

“Yeah, if only I brought along noodles for us.” Lincoln forgot. “Sorry, I was thinking about the snacks when I packed them.”

As Girl Jordan opened her eyes, she tried to think of another activity for her and Lincoln to do. “Since we can’t do cannonballs without jumping boards, do you think we should just swim together?”

Lincoln knew this would happen upon arriving at the beach but he didn’t think he got this far with a girl. “Okay but, do we just hold hands while swimming?”

“That’s what I thought, but do you have other suggestions?”

“Well…” Lincoln took his time to think of a way for him and her to swim together. Unfortunately, he had none, but he thought of something that could entertain Girl Jordan. “Instead of swimming, how about we make a cannonball by ourselves?”

“What do you mean?”

“I dive in, swim underneath you, I lift you up and while you’re on my shoulders, keeping our balance, you get on your feet on my shoulders and when I jump, you jump forward and make a cannonball!”

After explaining, Girl Jordan is stunned in place, and couldn't believe everything she heard. “Can you repeat all that?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“Lincoln, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You’re somewhat athletic and I can still carry you.”

“That’s the type of stuff swimmers do in gymnastics.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to give it a try.”

Girl Jordan didn’t forget what he said, but at the same time, she hadn’t come up with the idea. She wasn’t ashamed to not do a cannonball on the beach, but she had little to think when it came to swimming. As if just being in the water and splashing was everything for Lincoln.

“I’ll promise you won’t get hurt.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Girl Jordan believed in Lincoln’s trust as she nodded. “Okay.” She turned around. “Let’s do this.” Lincoln held his breath as he dived into the water. He went underneath Girl Jordan’s legs as he lifted her up from the water. “Careful.”

“I’m holding on to your legs, we just need to keep our balance.” As Lincoln stood in place, Girl Jordan got onto his shoulders. “Okay you jump on the count of three.”

“No problem.” Girl Jordan nervously said.

Lincoln lowered himself down while Girl Jordan kept her balance to not fall off. She went into position, leaning down a little as Lincoln began the count. “One, two, three!” Lincoln jumped while Girl Jordan jumped off, moving forward while doing a cannonball. She splashed into the water as Lincoln watched the whole thing.

“You did great, Girl Jordan.” He smiled. “Now we can do cannonballs whenever we want on the beach!” Little did he know, Girl Jordan didn’t pop out of the water upon splashing. “Girl Jordan?” Lincoln looked around as if Girl Jordan swam away. But then he got launched from the water with Girl Jordan holding on to his legs.

“That was awesome!” Girl Jordan cheered.

“Girl Jordan!?” Lincoln nearly lost his balance.

“Come on, do a cannonball, I’ll do what you just did.”

“How did you-?”

“Do a cannonball!” Without any hesitation, Lincoln positioned himself just like Girl Jordan did, as Girl Jordan lowered herself, she began the count. “One, two, three!”

As Girl Jordan jumped, Lincoln jumped off and did a cannonball himself. Girl Jordan watched the moment Lincoln splashed into the water, the same way she did without a single difference. As Lincoln popped his head from the water, Girl Jordan swim towards him and as he turned around after getting the water out of his eyelids, Girl Jordan gave him a hug

“That was a great idea Lincoln!” She smiled. “You have no idea how many times we can do this.”

“Did you swim after you made a cannonball?” Lincoln replied.

“Yeah, I got excited when I was swimming, I wanted to surprise you.” After she let go of him, she shook herself to get the water out of her hair. Upon stopping, Lincoln’s eyes shot wide open from Girl Jordan’s beauty. Her wet hair made her gorgeous even as a pre-teen. If she was a mermaid, it would suit her perfectly in Lincoln’s eyes.

“I think you already surprised me.” Lincoln blushed as Girl Jordan giggled.

“I guess you should’ve stayed at my pool party but…Liam told me everything.”

“Well thank you for making me rethink my choices, despite what me and my friends went through…and embarrassed at the same time.” Lincoln scratched on his wet head.

“You're cute when you're embarrassed, it makes me want to hang out with you even more.”

Lincoln became more shy as Girl Jordan splashed him with water. As he splashed her back, they continued to enjoy each other. They got out of the water to make some sandcastles together on the beach. For the next few hours, they finished their sandcastles, ate the snacks Lincoln brought along, and went back in the water to do cannonballs again. They also ran on the beach while taking their turtle doves with them, still having the beach to themselves as they can do whatever they want.

After a few hours, the sun started to set over the ocean with the sky turning orange. Thanks to the reflection from the sun, the ocean turning orange made it gorgeous to swim in. Lincoln and Girl Jordan swam for the fourth time today, but they did less cannonballs after doing it fifteen times previously. They’ve gotten so tired, they only did it once for their turn. They spend the majority swimming together with less splashing, as they’ve gotten closer. Lincoln had felt more happy to see the joy in Girl Jordan, while Girl Jordan had the best beach day ever. When they got out of the water for the last time, they dried their hair and bodies with their beach towels.

“Ahhh…” Girl Jordan moaned in delight, while laying down on the sand. “This really feels like paradise.”

“Paradise for two?” Lincoln replied, also laying down.

“Definitely.”

They didn’t move a muscle as they relaxed under the sun. They’ve lost their energy in their bodies, even when they drank their beverages from the cooler. The only thing they could do is rest, even with the hot temperatures.

“Lincoln.” Girl Jordan spoked. “I think we’ve just picked not only the perfect spot on the beach, but the perfect time to have it to ourselves.”

“You’re right.” Lincoln smiled. “I guess other people have other summer activities than simply going to the beach.”

“If we went to Dairyland today and to the beach tomorrow, I bet there would’ve been hundreds of people here.”

“I bet the only good thing that would come out of that is playing beach volleyball.”

“We would still play volleyball together…if a beach net is set up.”

“And if I bought a beach ball.”

The two giggled, relaxing while listening to the waves from the ocean. “Lincoln, even if your family were here, especially your sisters, I still think they would’ve had fun with us.”

“As much as I agree, you also forgot how…obsessed they are with the idea of me hanging out with a girl.”

“I know what you mean, especially that you have ten sisters. It took months for me to meet them when the time was right, but Lola still couldn’t get over it.”

“You know, as much as I appreciate my sisters at times, I’m thankful it was others who guided me to do my own thing.”

“You mean what you went through during Christmas Eve?”

“It wasn’t complicated. If my sisters did all of that, I probably wouldn’t have kissed you the right way, not that my sisters would do any worse, but I don’t know how they would handle their boyfriends. Or in Luna’s case, girlfriend.”

Girl Jordan took time of her own to learn Lincoln a little bit from him since Christmas Eve. Even at school, she knew he was becoming more kinder than usual, with him allowing her to sit next to him and his friends during lunch break, giving her interviews with her friends in the Action News Team since she started taking part in it, and how he convince Coach Keck to be part on the same team in dodgeball. And yet it didn’t top what she wanted on the night Lincoln gave her Christmas present.

“Do you wish you wanted the kiss to be better?” She replied.

“It wasn’t my first kiss actually.”

“Who was the girl you kissed first?”

“Ronnie Anne, and a second time but let’s just say we want to forget about that more than the first.”

It gave Girl Jordan another thought in mind, since her friendship with Ronnie Anne was cut short since she moved away. “With your second kiss with her, was it around the time she bullied you?”

“Yes, but I didn’t know about her until we took care of an egg for our project.”

“You know, I may not be a bully like who she was, but I admit I’m not the nicest girl in Royal Woods.”

“So do I but…sometimes it’s hard to blame yourself when you can’t do everything right.” As Lincoln looked straight up at the sky with flow clouds coming by, he took a deep breath and let it out. “Having regrets is important…but when you’re in a position you can’t take control of, guilt isn’t always the answer to everything.”

Girl Jordan knew what she feels when guilt comes to her, but Lincoln went through so much compared to her. Even when she sees him happy, it still doesn't make him feel good at the same time.

“Do your sisters make you feel bad sometimes?”

“Yes, even I can’t deny that. But I also can’t deny the many good things they did for me. It’s just the bad they did went way too far to try and make up with the good.”

While looking up at the sky, Lincoln couldn’t consider relying on his sisters a lot like he used to. To the point the bond between them and himself isn’t as important to him as it was, even if he wouldn’t sacrifice any good they have in the present. Girl Jordan would tell if she became one of Lincoln’s sisters, she would’ve ended up like them, even as a different sister entirely. But in the life she’s in, it’s best for her to be in a smaller family then Lincoln’s. And yet, she wants Lincoln to feel good around her, knowing how she kissed him back.

“Lincoln.” She spoke to the loud boy’s attention. “Since we’re still here on the beach, do you think it’s your comfort place?”

“After a few long hours, it does seem that way.” Lincoln responded. “We may be late to dinner, but it’s worth it.”

This gave Girl Jordan the advantage, the same way he did back on Christmas Eve. Lincoln slightly closed his eyes, tired with the sun setting still in his sight, then just a second, a shadow got in his sight. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Girl Jordan on top of him, with a sweet smile on her face.

“Girl Jordan?” He blushed.

“Hehehe, relax, we're still in our comfort place right?” She lidded her eyes. “As long as we’re alone, it’s paradise for two.” She then pressed her lips against Lincoln’s, catching him off guard. Unlike the kiss he and Ronnie Anne had, he wasn’t prepared with Girl Jordan taking full control. His heart was pounding, that a girl was kissing him rather than him kissing her. But soon, he closed his eyes whilst savoring the moment by placing his hand on her face. As they continued for five more seconds, Girl Jordan broke the kiss as she saw Lincoln smile with satisfaction. With his lungs regaining oxygen, he’s more relaxed that his beach day with Girl Jordan is complete.

“Paradise for two is better than Paradise for one.”

“Perfect answer.” Girl Jordan got off of him while sitting down, looking straight at the ocean. “I still want to stay for a little longer if it’s okay with you. We may miss dinner but you're right, it’s totally worth it.”

Lincoln lifted himself up from the ground, while scooting behind Girl Jordan as he wrapped his arms around her, taking her by surprise. “Then let’s savor it more. It will be a great summer vacation for us.” As he got into the same position Girl Jordan was when she did it, he breathed calmly while getting into the moment like before, only this time, he’s giving Girl Jordan the relaxing sensation.

Girl Jordan soon smiled as she gave into the moment with Lincoln. She tilted her head as Lincoln laid on her shoulder with their heads touching each other. Then Girl Jordan took Lincoln’s hand and placed it on her chest just like he did to him. His palm connecting to her heart put him in more of a comfort state that he’ll treasure as long as he’s with Girl Jordan.

“I really like being with you, Lincoln.” Girl Jordan closed her eyes.

“So do I…” Lincoln replied, slowly drifting into a slumber again.

Three hours have passed with the moon up in the sky with stars. Lincoln and Girl Jordan got so tired, they fell asleep after they got out of position together. With them laying together, they couldn’t separate from each other, whilst also not laying in an uncomfortable position. Even when the temperature gets colder at night, they don't think about it due to their deep slumber, they are warm enough to handle it.

Back on the road, Lynn Sr. drove Vanzilla after Rita got a call from Girl Jordan’s mother about her daughter missing dinner. “You sure he didn’t text you back?” Rita crossed her arms.

“He last texted me eight hours ago, I was focusing on making dinner.” Lynn Sr. replied.

“Do you even know where they are?”

“Lincoln told me he wanted to pick the perfect spot so that’s why I didn’t go to the parking lot to drop them off.”

“I knew it’s wasn’t a good idea to leave them alone on the beach.”

When Lynn Sr. soon remembered the road itself, he parked Vanzilla on the side. “I think this is where I dropped him off.” As the two got out, they headed straight to the beach while looking in their surroundings.

“There’s no one here.” Rita retorted. “It’s late to search for them.”

“Then you go down on the beach while I go up so we can find them double time.”

“Wait.” Rita looked closely down the beach. “I think I see them down there. Let’s go.”

As Rita and Lynn Sr. headed down the beach, they saw Lincoln and Girl Jordan still laying down on their beach towels. Upon looking straight up after running on the beach, they witness the two kids sleeping together. Just when Rita and Lynn Sr. were about to put their foot down, they were touched just how adorable they were at the moment.

“Maybe Lincoln had more of a reason why he didn’t text us back.” Rita wrapped her fingers with a smile on her face. “They’re like angels, sleeping together on the beach.”

“Do you think Girl Jordan’s mother will approve of this?” Lynn Sr. added.

“After inviting us for family dinner, she approved the things Lincoln did since Christmas. She’ll be willing to approve this.” As Lynn Sr. looked straight at the two sleeping together, he also remembered the stuff Lincoln brought along. “I’ll get Vanzilla so we can carry all of Lincoln’s stuff.”

Lynn Sr headed back to Vanzilla as Rita was touched by the moment itself. As she took out her phone, she took a picture of Lincoln and Girl Jordan sleeping together. Then suddenly, Lincoln and Girl Jordan woke up as Rita immediately put her phone away.

“Uhh…what time is it?” Lincoln slowly got up until he noticed his mother.

“8PM.” Rita responded.

“Mom?”

“You forgot to text Dad to pick you up.”

“Ohh, I forgot to text Mom!” Girl Jordan took notice while picking up her phone. “I almost forgot I had this!”

“Don’t worry, at least nothing bad happened. But the next time you two are going to the beach, me and the family are coming along.”

Lincoln and Girl Jordan lowered their heads after the mistake they made. “Well, it was fun while it lasted.” Lincoln replied.

“We had the beach to ourselves.” Girl Jordan added.

“Ohh…what did you two do here then?”

“We did cannonballs in the water. It was a bit confusing to do it, but we managed it quite well.”

“Is that what you two did all day?”

“We rest also.” Lincoln smiled.

After Lynn Sr. turned around, he parked where Rita is located. “I’m here, pick up your things Lincoln.” He called.

Upon taking notice, Rita turned his attention back to Lincoln. “Just make sure you remember to text us.”

“Okay, sorry.”

After Lincoln and Girl Jordan took everything from their beach spot, they and Rita headed inside Vanzilla. Lynn. Sr drove back on the road to head back home. With Lincoln and Girl Jordan sitting together, they didn’t forget about their turtle doves. Girl Jordan laid her head on Lincoln’s arm after the day she had with him. Even if they will never have their time alone on the beach again, they’re happy they got their chance when it lasted. It will always be their paradise for two, with a kiss that is sealed in their memories.

#loud house #beach #lincoln loud #girl jordan #fanfiction #fanfic #summer #the loud house #romantic

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year

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Sleepover (2) Masterlist

Last Checked: June 2nd, 2023

part one

Childish (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil mocks Dan for being a bit childish throughout the day, but it leads to sleepovers and hand-holding in the end.

Daydream or Reality? (ao3) - TinksMind_Thea

Summary: Dan comes to Phils for a sleepover, and Phil's parents are away visiting Martyn... could this be the end of a friendship or tightening of bonds?

A short one shot of 20 year old Dan and Phil, based on an experience of my own hope you like it.

Haunted House - dxnhowell

Summary: Teenage foursome having a sleepover at a haunted house. they try to freak eachother out by telling ghost stories and jumping out from behind things. but later that night things start getting really creepy and they all end up getting so scared they run out of the house screaming.

Home Is Wherever I’m With You (ao3) - xoPrincessKayxo

Summary: Written for Prompt #15- Sleepover

Dan has a habit of showing up at Phil's place unannounced whenever he can't sleep. Phil doesn't mind at all

Let It Snow (ao3) - starrywrite

Summary: Filed under ‘A One Night Stand Gone Not So Horribly Wrong’ in which Dan and Phil meet at a bar on Christmas Eve and head back to Dan’s flat for an adult slumber party - which extends into the next day when they discover that they’re snowed in and Phil can’t leave, forcing these two strangers to spend Christmas together.

Locked in (ao3) - Infinitesky (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan gets locked into his high school gym over night with none other then his used-to-be bff Phil Lester. Ft. fluff, insecurities, deep conversations, and all that fun stuff.

Maybe Only for an Hour (ao3) - AmeliaHollow

Summary: Dan and Phil are teenagers in love.

Conveniently, they also happen to be neighbors.

One night, Dan can't sleep so he texts Phil to keep him company. When push comes to shove Dan finds himself sneaking through the window of the bedroom of the boy he loves so he can spend 'Just one hour' with him without risking too much. If either of their parent's found out they were together... or gay at all for that matter- that would be it. But we all know love makes you do crazy things.

My Heart/The Dark (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Eighteen-year-old Dan. Twenty-four-year-old Phil. One room. One sleepover. One thought.

Phil?

secrets in the silence (ao3) - ordanary

Summary: What begins as a mere quest for a drink of water at four AM ends in a makeshift date between Dan and his boyfriend on the floor of their friend’s kitchen.

Sleepover (ao3) - niennaerso

Summary: Phil loves Dan but he may not love him back.

Inspired by Hayley Kiyoko's Sleepover

Sleepover (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Slow kisses can quickly evolve into something a bit more… heated, if you’re not careful.

Just remember to beware of your mother (or your boyfriend’s mother) unless you want to die of embarrassment.

Sleepover In The Moon Room (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: It's a tradition they've had for years

slip a ribbon down (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: Phil knows what its like to want and to keep that want to herself. Dan sleeps over.

When the Lights Go Off (ao3) - voteforsarcasm

Summary: Dan is confused about his feelings for his best friend, yet something that occurs during a sleepover might help to clear his mind once and for all.

"You." (ao3) - nine_roses

Summary: AU where Dan dedicates a song to Phil and it ends just okay.

#masterlist #phanficion #phanfic #phan #phanfictioncatalogue #sleepover #sleepover masterlist

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rovingpixels · 1 year

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A look back at the year

JANUARY

I started playing with the characters in this story in mid-December and posting it in my Instagram Story. I had no intentions to do anything with it long-term; it was just a way to play, low pressure, but I still had the compulsion to share! By mid-January, I was so attached to the characters, I gave them their own account.

FEBRUARY

It took a couple weeks to get through the early posts and I started with original content in February. The first thing we did was take a summer vacation to Selvadorado. Axl has a (random) jungle explorer aspiration so it seemed like a good idea. He loved it! Noe was poisoned and almost died!

MARCH

We made family portraits on the afternoon of Harvestfest. I really do love these kids! This was never the plan for the game/story but Noe kept getting abducted!

APRIL

Antonia had been abducted a couple times and I finally thought it’d be fun to follow her. I had some ideas about the aliens that I wanted to explore and I was telling the story primarily through her eyes at the time so it was necessary.

MAY

Her abduction left Antonia feeling out of control so when she was offered a job outside the home, she jumped on it even though she was doing well as a painter on her own. I found a photo of the inspo building while cleaning out my phone recently and though, oh, that’s Antonia’s workplace. No, it’s my college studio building! The job meant Stevie went into daycare, which seemed to suit him – he’s outgoing and doesn’t mind his disguise. Antonia’s meeting new people! But she’s in hot water with the woman who runs the women’s arts cooperative in Finchwick which Antonia also recently joined. When we finish the flashback, she’ll have all that and more to deal with.

JUNE

I never remember to get married in this game. It just doesn’t occur to me! But Noe has been bugging Antonia for a while and on Winterfest night, he finally made a grand gesture proposal in the Ruins while they were both wearing ugly holiday sweaters! When we get back to present day, we’ll be planning a wedding. I’ve already picked out the dress!

JULY

While I waited for High School Years to come out (Axl will be in his final semester of his senior year!), I decided to do a short flashback to flesh out how Antonia and Noe met and their early days. And here we are.

AUGUST

Noe calls Antonia “bud” and a new nickname is spawned! They’ve fallen into an easy friendship by this point. Also, hottie!

SEPTEMBER

Their relationship is growing and they’re starting to have real romantic feelings. Antonia decides to get rid of her long-distance boyfriend. Noe trusts her with some uncomfortable details about his past. And they dance!

OCTOBER

We’re off on yet another tangent with a spooky tale for Halloween! The plan was to have a post each hour from noon to midnight on Halloween. I ended up posting a few days into the next month. I’ll start earlier next time! Although in the end, it was revealed as a campfire story that Noe told, there are some clues about his ancestry in the post.

NOVEMBER

At the summer carnival, Antonia assures Noe that her intentions toward him are serious. They enjoy spending time together in a different setting and they learn new things about each other.

DECEMBER

Finally! The anonymous boyfriend is dumped, other obstacles are cleared, and we get some intense kisses and more! Much more!

2023

What comes next? There’s still a few things to establish in the flashback. I’m resisting the urge to play the flashback through Axl’s babyhood – we’ll see. I do love these characters as young ones and it would be interesting to explore the mess I’ve dropped on their plate, but this is also a good breaking point to go back from.

When we return, it will be to Axl’s senior year, some conflict for the twins, Antonia and Noe both wrangling in their jobs, and wedding planning!

In the immediate future, I have to my game is in desperate need of updating and probably repairing. And I finally need to get High School Years!

If you’ve read this far, it’s fun simming with you! Happy New Year!

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hey babes!! i love the chap today 🤗🤗 it was so good your strotylines are always so creative! i’m excited to see all the reactions and texts you have coming up as welll

also your last weeks of highschool 🤯 how does it feelll it’s such an exciting time i would love to go back!

when is prom for you? i remeber the first ask i ever asked you was about your prom dress- it it already happen? was it fun 😯😯

my mother is back from india and she got me some fits because we have the engagement party coming up 😍 the grooms side is doing cool colors and the brides side is doing warm colors and then everyone else is doing whatever they want lmaoo

also i jinxed myself because my PERIOD LITERALLY CAME TODAY 😢😢😢 i forgot how much it hurts tbhh

anyway don’t stress out to much okay??? if you do i’ll hunt you done babe 😡😡😡

drink lots of water and smile ❤️❤️

i don’t think i’ll ever get used to compliments 😭 TGANK YOYYYY

it’s so weird 💀 i just had my first exam (accounting) and half of my teachers basically gave up on teaching.. i don’t think the realization has set in yet

my senior prom (my school calls it the ball idk why) is june 2nd 😍😍 my grandma is making the final touches to the dress 🙏 so once she is done i’ll post a picture of it

it’s gonna be hard to beat my junior prom dress… this was my junior prom dress 😍🙏

but my senior prom is gonna have this top and the skirt is gonna have this fabric

awww she got you clothes! eyyyy fit check 😎😎😎

at least youre not pregnant!! month nature heard you talking shit and wanted revenge 💀🙏

i’ll smile just for you 🥰😤

love yahbhhh <;3

i gotta S T U D Y for my accounting exam 😭😭

#my love <3 #ask answered #ask #erin-calling <3 #berry photos [◉"]

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scoobydoo-ghoulschool · 2 years

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Harringrove Week Day 2

June 25th: Hot Spot (Hawkins Country Club During the Annual Benefit) Fic + Mood Board

I've Got You On My Tongue (Rated Mature)

April in Hawkins was always a surprise. As winter finally began to break its hold, and warmer days began to drift in, the scenery took on astounding changes. The grass and the leaves on the trees would make their sudden reappearance in lively bright greens. Flowers would bloom and then wilt with unexpected frosts. And the rain. The rain could appear within seconds.

But as of yet, despite numerous forecasts, alluding to big storms, this April had been bone dry. The new, not yet summer heat, was heavy and cloying. Unbroken. Even so, as the fields and forests of the countryside sped past, Steve tried his best to spot even a hint of it. Dark storm clouds or gentle winds. Some hint that the world was not stuck. Some proof that he could move forward.

“Are you paying attention?”

Steve peeled his head away from the window, turning his eyes to the front of the car. His Father was turned just slightly to look at him, face stern, even as the Cadillac sped down the road.

“Yeah, I’m listening,” he said, eyebrows raised and barely concealing the sigh in his voice.

“Good, now like I was telling your mother earlier, the auction’ll be at 7, and I’ll need your help manning the tables,” his Dad said, finally looking back to the road.

“That’s not really a two person job. I don’t get why you wanted me to come tonight,” Steve said, his knees pressed up against the too close seat. He caught sight of his mother’s warning gaze in the rear view mirror, but he turned his eyes away quickly.

“You have to learn to talk to people. Obviously school’s getting you nowhere, it’s time you learned some practical business skills,” his Dad said, voice steely, and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Right,” he said, pulling at the knot in his tie, unsuccessfully trying to loosen it.

“I don’t like that tone,” his Dad replied coolly and Steve watched his grip on the steering wheel tighten. He straightened himself in his seat, expression sobering.

“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to keep any inflection out of his voice. It seemed to do the trick, as he watched his Dad nod once from the front seat.

“I want you mingling tonight. Howard Daily is coming, and he runs a very lucrative business out of Indy. It would be good if you could meet with him.”

“He owns a car dealership,” Steve said, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the midsection between seats. His Father glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“I don’t care about cars,” Steve said obviously, and his Dad scoffed.

“If you want to be able to pay a mortgage, you love cars son.”

Steve sat back, unwilling to come up with a reply to that. His mother reached out to touch his knee, but she didn’t look at him.

The rest of the drive was quiet, and Steve let his head fall back to the window. He watched as his breath fogged the glass, and he wished that rain would come. At least then the auction would be ruined.

~~~

The makeshift pavilion outside the country club was nice… for Hawkins at least. The large open walled tent, covered about a dozen perfectly set tables. Already families were milling about, chatting blandly with one another.

The golf course behind the set up was a nice backdrop at least. All rolling green hills, and pretty water features.

“And why aren’t they doing it inside this year?” Steve asked, wishing he could roll up the sleeves of his jacket as the warm evening air settled over him.

“We’re supposed to be raising funds for the Hawkins parks department,” his Mom answered, smiling briefly as they passed by one of her friends from the PTA.

Steve thought they could raise the money just fine indoors too, but no one was asking him.

“Stand up straight, you look lazy slouched like that,” his Dad whispered harshly out of the corner of his mouth, which he covered nicely with a quick pat to Steve’s back before moving on ahead.

“It’s amazing he thought I was capable of coming out in public tonight,” Steve muttered as he watched his father move further into the busy crowd. His mother caught his eye, pitying but unsympathetic.

“Steve…”

“What?”

“It’s an important night for him,” she tried carefully, but Steve scoffed, unbelieving.

“Yeah, it's a real honor to be asked to run a silent auction,” he said scathingly.

His mother’s patience seemed to wear thin then, as her lips pursed, and the wrinkle between her brow she tried so hard to hide appeared.

“I think maybe you need to go cool off. Take a walk. Come back when you’re feeling more generous,” she said, face controlled but tone broaching no argument.

“Okay, you know what, yeah. I’ll get out of you and Dad’s hair. I’ll see you later,” he said, hotly, and before his Mother could slip in anything else he was off.

There weren’t many places to go to sulk in such an open space, so Steve made a beeline for the actual clubhouse. The veranda doors were already open for servers, and he quickly slipped inside. The (perfectly acceptable) indoor dining room was empty, and Steve walked through it quietly, hands deep in his pants pockets.

Out of the dining room, he turned past the bar, and sidled his way through a long corridor. The wall paper was this awful yellow and green floral mess that reminded him too much of that Gilman chick's short story he’d recently read for class.

Already he was feeling stupid for his behavior. Any moment now he’d have to go back outside and act like he was better, just so his Mom could smile and get on with her night. Not like anything had been alright in their household since he’d gotten back his last rejection letter.

You have parents talking about unconditional forgiveness until the fifth ‘We’re sorry to inform you’ showed up in the mailbox.

When he came upon a pair of swinging doors, he didn’t even think before pushing past them, too caught up in his own thoughts. He found himself in some sort of back kitchen, near a set of storage freezers. He could hear the sound of actual work being done through another set of doors, and he made his way further from them, to a back corner.

There were a couple of empty crates tucked just outside of sight; and Seeing as his wandering had come to a finish, he chose the closest as a seat. He’d wait until someone came around who knew he wasn’t meant to be back here to tell him off and then he’d go back. He’d do the stupid silent auction, and try to make nice with a bunch old business men like his Dad wanted.

He reclined his head, leaning heavily against the wall. He tried to ignore the ache in his chest, letting himself breathe through it. Trying to center himself, or whatever, he let his eyes fall shut.

He definitely didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, tucked away in the country club annex kitchen.

When he awoke to the sound of the swinging doors being opened, he knew he’d fucked up.

Two sets of feet rushed into the kitchen, and Steve held himself still on his crate, hoping beyond hope he really was out of sight. He’d just have to leave as soon as they were gone.

God he hoped he hadn’t slept for too long-

“I thought regular dinner rushes were soul sucking. Jesus, those people are picky.” Steve looked straight ahead, blinking owlishly, before turning his head just enough to peek around the corner. Because he knew that voice.

Billy fucking Hargrove strode across kitchen, his arms piled high with a stack of dishes. Steve turned around quickly, ducking himself out of sight once more. Another voice, the other person Steve hadn’t caught sight of, answered.

“Hey, but Tony said once the dishes are placed outside he won’t need us, that means…” Steve couldn’t catch the end of the sentence as a clatter of the dishes being set down muffled his words. When the sink had been turned on, Billy responded, voice loud enough to be heard over the noise.

“You don’t need to convince me man, the less time I have to spend out there the better.”

“Cool. I’m telling you, this strain will fuck you up. I’m calling it the Burning Bush.”

Steve looked around the corner at that, his curiosity peaking. He watched as Billy let the dish in his hand land in the water with a splash turning to the other guy with a grimace.

“You’re the nerdiest fucking weed dealer I’ve ever met.”

It was as Steve watched them finish this exchange that Billy turned back to the sink leaving him in the direct eye line of the other guy. When they made eye contact Steve could practically feel the wave of embarrassment about to hit him. He tried in vain to hide again, but lost his balance as he whipped around this time, pitching himself forward instead.

He landed hard on his face, hands barely taking any of the impact. He heard the sound of the sink turning off, and he raised his eyes from the floor just long enough to see two pairs of shoes walking up to him.

“Man, that looked like it hurt,”

“What the fuck are you doing back here Harrington?”

“I was just- admiring this fresh produce,” Steve said, picking himself up as casually as he could manage, patting another unopened crate beside him. Billy didn’t look impressed. He let out a small cough and stood up fully, dusting off his front awkwardly.

When he still received no response, he tried a different tactic.

“So uh, you guys have weed?”

That got Billy’s reaction immediately.

“Yeah, and it’s for working men, not trust fund babies,” he snapped, turning away from Steve to head back to the sink.

“Hey, man it’s my weed if he wants to partake, I have no qualms,” his friend said amicably, looking between the two of them with a half smile.

“Eddie please, shut up,” Billy muttered, grabbing a sponge from the counter with a little too much force.

“Listen, I can just go back out there and-“ Steve was motioning to the doors when Eddie cut in.

“Whoa, straight to black mail, that’s cool man,” Eddie said, half laughing, and he felt himself freeze up. He hadn’t meant to suggest he would go back out and tell someone.

“That’s not what I meant, I just thought if you had some to share…”

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Harrington. Pretty stone cold,” Billy said, still turned away from the both of them at the sink. At this point, Steve was in too deep.

“I won’t do anything, I can’t be that annoying right?”

Billy gave him a look like that was entirely questionable. They stared back at one another for a tense long moment. Steve was sure any moment Billy was going to tell him to Fuck Off for real.

But then with a sigh, he turned back to the sink.

“We’ve still got some work to do, so why don’t you go wait out back by the dock,” Billy said stiffly, and Steve blinked back at him in surprise.

Billy did turn around to get his reaction, so Steve assumed this part of the intersection was done. He slowly began to walk backwards towards the doors, and watched as Eddie gave him a two fingered salute.

What the fuck had he just gotten himself into?

~~~

The sun was low in the sky when Steve made his way back out through the club's side doors. Sounds of cutlery and conversation filtered along to him from the back, but he paid it no mind as rushed onto the golf course.

He’d been out golfing with his Dad enough times he knew exactly which dock Billy meant. Around the ninth hole, the course's largest water feature was equipped with its own dock and paddle boat.

He sank down onto the deck, watching the last of the day's sun sparkle on the water. Out in the middle of the pond, was a small island, and he gazed out at the tall trees and foliage swaying in the gentle evening wind.

Okay. So, to recap, he’d started the night, pissed at his parents for being pissed at him, and now he was about to smoke weed with a guy who hated his guts. He assumed there was some correlation between the two, but he'd never been one for psychoanalysis.

Maybe this was exactly what he needed. He’d been keeping up appearances for so long. Not just with his parents, but at school, with his friends. With Billy. What did any of it matter anymore? He wasn’t doing the things he was supposed to be doing anyway. No college, meant no corporate job, meant no house, meant no wife-

Steve was ripped from his own spiraling thoughts when something hit the back of his head. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to scare the shit out of him. He went tipping forward, just barely catching himself from toppling into the water.

Once he’d righted himself he turned back with a glare to see Billy grinning down at him.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” he said walking past Steve to get to the boats morning rope. Steve rubbed at the back of his head as Eddie came to stand beside him.

“What, did you think I’d chicken out?” Steve asked, maybe posturing a little too much, because Billy just kept smiling at him as he undid the knot.

“No, you just embarrassed yourself so badly back there I didn’t think you’d want to show your face again,” Billy said, finally dropping the undone rope, and pulling the boat in closer to the dock.

“I can tell this is gonna be fun,” Eddie said, stepping past Billy to get into the boat first. He took the back seat away from the pedals, lounging back as Steve and Billy watched him incredulously. He looked over at them when they both failed to make a move.

“What? It’s my weed, you guys do the work,” he said shrugging, and neither of them had a good argument to that.

“Princesses first Harrington,” Billy said, voice sickly sweet as he held and arm out to the boat. Steve pushed past him hard, and carefully clambered in.

Billy joined next, rocking the boat enough Steve got splashed, but he kept his expression neutral knowing from experience Billy just wanted a rise out of him.

They worked in tandem, pushing the boat across the lake, completely silent. Steve was sweating up a storm, throwing envious glances in the direction of Billy who was only dressed in a buttoned white shirt, with the sleeves already rolled up.

The journey was quick, though, and just as soon as they’d sat down, the boat was sliding safely to the island shore.

Steve put his foot down, and it immediately sunk into the muddy clay beach. He grimaced and took a longer step to get to higher ground. He watched as Billy took an artful leap from the boat, landing just a bit further than him, all without dirtying his shoes.

Eddie just stepped from the boat, his shoes sinking far enough in the muck that the hem of his pants became dirtied. He didn’t seem to notice.

A breeze blew across the beach and Steve caught a whiff of something awful.

“God, what is that smell?” he asked, putting a hand up to cover his mouth and nose.

“Fertilizer run off, it washes up here,” Billy said nonchalantly as he moved further up the beach.

“Which makes it the perfect place to smoke this,” Eddie said, grinning, as he pulled forth the joint from his shirt pocket.

“It covers the smell… that’s pretty smart,” Steve said, nose still pinched between his fingers.

“Aw, you hear that Billy? He thinks we’re not idiots,” Eddie called out, jogging to catch up.

“I hope to God that is not all you brought,” Billy said instead of answering, taking the joint from Eddie’s hands.

“I’m not an amateur,” Eddie scoffed as they finally came to a break in the bushes and trees. Billy help up a branch, and silently offered the opening to both Eddie and Steve.

Just past the foliage was a makeshift campsite. A grey plastic tarp had been laid down first, and then a picnic blanket and some cheap looking throw pillows. At the edge was a blue cooler, already glistening with condensation.

“You’ve got drinks too?”

“Yeah, had my uncle buy them for me. We’ve got Coors for days,” Eddie said, pushing past Steve, to pop open the cooler lid.

He grabbed three from the cooler, and tossed them over to Steve and Billy. Steve popped the top on the can, and took a long swig, as Eddie pulled forth a small baggie with several already rolled joints.

“Jesus you weren’t kidding,” Steve said, coughing a little at the sight.

“Homegrown,” Eddie said with a grin, taking his seat on the tarp near the pile of pillows. When Steve takes a seat near him, he passes one of them over, wiggling his eyebrows.

Billy takes a lighter from his own pocket, and flicks lighting his joint in once easy movement.

“Holy shit,” Billy said, after the first inhale, and Eddie grins up at him, smiling around the stream of smoke on his lips.

“The Burning Bush strikes again.”

It hits him hard, right at the back of his throat, and it takes all his will power not to cough the smoke up immediately. His eyes are watering within seconds, but he powers through.

He lounged back, head nestled on a scratchy pillow, and watched the leaves sway slowly above him. Two more inhales and Steve could feel something his chest untighten, maybe for the first time in months.

The Burning Bush strikes again indeed.

Eddie went comatose almost as soon as he finished the last dregs of his joint, laid back on his pillows completely blissed out.

“Is he okay?” Steve asked, sometime later, not sure how long, laughing, and Billy shrugged, from across the tarp, a smile playing on his lips.

“He does this every time. Guy’s kind of light weight,” he said, voice softer than Steve had ever heard it.

He suddenly feels, like, very hot, for some reason.

He took off his suit jacket as quickly as he could, stuffing it behind him on the pillow. As he was fumbling with it, he noticed a stain on the front of shirt.

“Shit,” he muttered, running a finger over it carefully, seeing if that would do anything.

“What?” Billy asked, who was laying down now for some reason.

“I got mud on my shirt,” he answered, kind of whiny but that seemed to make Billy happy because he laughed.

“So? Just take it off,” he said, afterwards, wiping at his eyes.

“Huh? Oh… oh yeah,” Steve replied, realizing that this was a perfect solution to the problem. No shirt, meant no stain.

He removed the shirt, feeling the cool wind come up from off the water, and let out a sigh. He definitely wasn’t hot anymore at least.

When he glanced back over, Billy was looking at him. He kept looking at him. Steve smiled, cautiously.

There was one key thing Steve forgot, one very important thing of his past experiences when getting high. As soon as he was even a little out of it, he would not shut up. Like physically couldn’t be shut up.

It would have been good to remember before he found himself spilling his guts to the guy who’d decked him for failing to pass during a basketball game.

“Like, school. What’s the point for people like me. You’re either good at it, like Nancy fucking Wheeler or your not. Ya know. And I’m not. But… like I don’t know what I’m good at. Nothing, I’m good at nothing,” he said

“I don’t know, you’re not that useless,” Billy said, hand behind his head, as he listened.

“Yeah, but my parents think it. And then, they just… they won’t talk about it. It’s all this fucking, dancing around it, they talk about summer jobs, and making connections, but they won’t just tell me they think I’m a failure.”

There was a lengthy pause, one Steve almost interrupted again, when Billy finally answered.

“Sounds rough.”

The sarcasm was not missed, as evident as it was, even a high Steve could hear it in Billy’s voice.

“What?” Steve asked incredulously, raising his head up to look over.

“You’re acting like Mommy and Daddy can’t just buy you in. It’s pathetic man,” Billy said with the a scoff.

That was enough to partially sober him, annoyance flicking through the haze of weed. He sat up onto his knees and glared over at Billy.

“I’m not some fucking snob okay.”

“Well get better at proving it pretty boy,” Billy snapped, leaning up on one elbow, but not even having the decency to look angry. He just looked bored.

It did a good job of pissing Steve off though.

“Man, what is your deal with me?”

“I don’t have a deal,” Billy said, sitting up now, his face going red.

“Yeah. You. Fucking. Do,” Steve snapped, getting closer to Billy with each word. He didn’t know what he was doing, what he planned on, but suddenly, he was there, hovering next to Billy, breathing heavily.

Billy looked up at him, lips pressed together in a firm line. Steve didn’t think he was going to answer.

And then Billy’s hand gripped the back of his neck and pulled him in.

Their lips met more like a punch than a kiss. Teeth clacked, and the angle was all wrong. It was dirty and rough, and totally by surprise. Or maybe… maybe Steve had been expecting this.

But before any of this could register in Steve’s drug-addled mind, Billy was already pulling away, leaving a trail of spit between their lips.

“There’s the fucking deal, Harrington,” Billy breathed, not meeting Steve’s eyes, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

And then he was moving away, scooting back and that was just, it was wrong.

Steve pulled him back in, quickly enough that Billy lost his balance just a bit. They landed fully on top of one another, chest to chest.

Steve looked down at Billy, their lips just barely touching, and still he waited, until they had locked eyes. When Billy gave a slight nod, Steve kissed him again.

The brush of facial hair was new for Steve, and it made his upper lip itch pleasantly. He tilted his head to the side, moving his hand up to grab onto Billy’s curls. He hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted to do that.

Billy’s hands wander up his naked torso, finally stopping to rub soft circles around his nipples, that make Steve gasp into the kiss.

Steve could feel a tightening just below his navel, heat and pleasure mingling as he ground down on Billy’s thigh. His dress pants were already straining, uncomfortably so, and the moan that escaped his lips as his dick caught on the rough fabric of his underwear was embarrassing to say the least.

Steve was expecting to see humor in Billy’s eyes when he pulled away momentarily, but all he caught in his eyes was hunger. Something needy, and urgent. Steve gasped, feeling himself just on the edge, and he moved in to catch Billy’s mouth once more.

This time Billy’s lips were parted and Steve took the chance to slide his tongue across his lips. He slid his tongue into his mouth, trailing it over the roof of his mouth, tasting the moan it elicited.

When Billy’s wandering hand reached for the zipper of his pants, Steve couldn’t help him fast enough.

As soon as the zipper had come down, Steve’s cock was an undeniable line in his briefs, and when Billy glanced down between them, his mouth opened in a slight moan. Steve leaned forward to press a kiss to that, before he reached down to undo Billy’s own pants.

Billy took them both in hand, and the feel of them both was overwhelming, every nerve ending in Steve’s body felt slight in some way. Billy set out a steady pace between them, and Steve shifted his hips up for easier access.

He nestled his head in the joint between Billy’s shoulder and neck, pressing wet kisses there randomly. Billy’s pace began to increase, and Steve’s grip on his hair tightened.

Steve spilled over Billy’s hand, the force of the orgasm causing him to bite down on Billy’s shoulder.

It was only moments later when Billy followed.

Steve was generous enough to slide off, even though all he wanted to do was lay limp on top of Billy. Their shoulders stayed pressed together though, flushed and sweaty.

After a moment, Steve carefully put his softens cock back into his pants, wincing slightly at the mess on his stomach.

“You need any help with that?” Billy asked suddenly, still a little breathless, and Steve looked over at him confused.

When Billy rose up and then lowered his head Steve got the picture. He watched enraptured as Billy licked his and Steve's own cum from Steve’s stomach. It was almost enough to make him hard again.

When Billy had finished, and was leaning over Steve, resting casually on forearm, their eyes met once more.

“That was-"

Steve was cut off as a loud boom shook the sky, and Steve startled up, at the same time as Billy. And then the rain started.

“Fuck,” Billy snapped, quickly moving to right himself, and Steve scrambled to grab up his tossed shirt and suit jacket.

The rain fell hard, quick, in fat droplets that soaked clean through the rest of Steve’s unsullied wardrobe. Within moments the campsite was flooded, puddles forming on the tarp.

“What?” Eddie startled up and awake, wiping the wet from his face, and Steve blinked back at him having completely forgotten he’d been there this whole time.

“Come on, move it man,” Billy said, grabbing his hand to pull him up.

They didn’t have time to grab the rest of the stuff as they scrambled for the paddle boat, their hair already plastered to their foreheads. The beach was a mess of mud, and Steve didn’t bother trying to save his shoes as he ran.

Billy grabbed Steve’s hand to help him balance, making sure to get him settled in the boat carefully. Eddie, soaked and confused, looked between them both.

“Did I miss anything?” Eddie asked, unsuccessfully trying to wipe the water from his face, as Steve surreptitiously finished buttoning his shirt.

Thankfully the rain had washed any other evidence of what they’d been doing.

“Nothing but Harrington managing to not to be totally lame when stoned,” Billy said with a shrug, shoving hard at the boat. It came unstuck from the shore with a wet sucking noise, and Eddie had to catch his balance on the boat's railing.

“Woah dude, you’re gonna harsh my vibe,” he said with a giggle as he let himself sway back into his seat. Billy rolled his eyes as he took a small leap into the boat to join them.

“Okay one, the rain should have done that already and two, Ed, not even people in California talk like that.”

~~~

When they made it back to the dock, sopping wet by this point, Steve made sure to grab Billy’s arm before the other boy could rush off.

Billy turned back to him, hair a mess, but willing to listen even as the rain continued to pour.

“Come on!” Eddie shouted, when he saw that they’d stopped.

“I’ll be there in sec,” Billy called, not looking away from Steve as he motioned him to move along. Eddie shrugged, and then without question continued on his way.

“So… that was…” Steve tried awkwardly, laughing slightly.

“Yeah. This was… fun,” Billy said, but even he couldn’t seem to stop himself from smiling. Just a little.

“You wouldn’t… mind doing that again sometime? Maybe not high?” Steve asked, as nonchalantly as he possibly could.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Harrington.”

“Is that a yes?” he pushed, and Billy looked up at him, eyelashes glittering in the rain.

“Sure,” and then without another word, he was off through the rain, back to the club house and Steve stood there, until he couldn’t see him anymore.

~~~

The club party had scattered, and when Steve was finally able to locate his parents, out in the parking lot they were just as soaked through as him. It was one less thing he’d have to explain to them at least.

“And where have you been all night?”

“Mingling,” Steve said, his smile stiff and insincere. His Father watched him silent for a moment, before he began to usher them all back to the car.

It was in the window of then that Steve caught sight of the bruise. It was tucked right under his jaw, shining purple and red in the low light of the parking lot. Shimmering wet and jewel like.

He let a finger trail it lightly, the skin sensitive and tingling. The smile that found it’s way to his lips was unbidden.

Haha, so this got incredibly out of hand and ended up way longer than I intended. It also has my second actual smut scene, so hope that wasn't too bad. Had a lot of fun anyway though. Thanks again to @lazybakerart for putting this event on!

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