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redstarwriting · 11 months

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the clash | iv. london calling

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, smoking weed, alcohol, mentions of a gwen canon event, mentions of death, lil angst

a/n: nother long one! i can’t wait to make it crazy angsty bc when i tell u i have THOUGHTS 👀 thank you to everyone who’s reading, i’m trying to update it every day, so hopefully i can stick with that schedule! enjoy this chapter, friends :)

now reading: iv. london calling

previous chapter: iii. black planet

next chapter: v. ever fallen in love

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He fixes his watch to open a portal to his world. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr basically run to get to it. He motions for you to go ahead, and you walk through. Immediately when you step into his room, you’re hit with the smell of weed and incense. You’d be lying if you said you hated it. You glance around. You see drums, another electric and acoustic guitar, empty spray paint cans, spray paint on the walls, stacks of newspapers (all defaced in some way)… it feels very Hobie to say the least. “Now this. This is a livin’ area,” he says, appearing behind you. You shake your head. “So loud, both figuratively and literally. How do you ever get anything done?”

“By being louder than everyone else, obviously,” he responds, and you roll your eyes. “What a way to live,” you remark. “Better than that quiet, dark, and gloomy, way,” he retorts, and you shrug. “If you say so.”

“Hey, Hobie, do you still have the roof all decorated?” Gwen asks and he nods. “Course I do. I own the place, head on up,” he jerks his head upwards, and Gwen turns to Miles and Pavitr with a smirk. “Race ya!”

“Hey no fair! You have been here so many times!” Pavitr yells as Gwen takes off. “Come on, Miles!” you hear her yell. Miles smiles gently and shakes his head before going after the two of them. “He’s so obsessed with her it’s making me sick,” you mumble, and Hobie snorts. “What? Miles and Gwen’s relationship too much for you? You hate love?”

“Love has never done anything but cause me pain. And not the good kind,” you glance at him with a frown, and he raises his eyebrow. Suddenly his eyes get wide. “Oh shit… you had a Gwen canon event.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you respond, and he frowns. “You know, actually talkin’ about that kinda shit is a good way to not sit on it and let it build. You could face some serious problems if you keep doin’ that.”

“Who said I gave a fuck what you think? I didn’t ask for the unneeded advice, alright?” you say, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Oh, right. Forgot I was dealing with a bloody doughnut,” he mumbles and point to the window. “Care to go to the roof and get out of my sight?”

“Sound like the best thing you’ve said since I got here,” you say, leaping out of his window and climbing up the side of the building. While clinging to the wall, you glance out at Hobie’s world. His city looks almost exactly like Night of Yore City, except for the fact that there are a shit ton of fires burning, over half of the buildings look abandoned, the sky is a reddish-orangish hue, and it is so much louder. The name is also vastly different, as his version of NYC is New London. Universal differences get weird and confusing. Nonetheless, you’re intrigued, you turn around, putting your back against the wall and supporting yourself with your hands and feet. The graffitied buildings are a nice touch, you must admit. You snort to yourself when you see a mural of Hobie. If only they knew the asshole behind the mask.

“Now why the hell aren’t you up there with everyone else?” you hear his voice pull you out of your thoughts as he crawls up next to you. You shrug. “I’m a sucker for views, I guess.”

“Well, believe it or not, view is a lot better from the top of the buildin’,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Can I please just be secluded and observe in peace?”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Come on,” he says, starting to walk up the wall. You sigh and lazily roll backwards and up the wall to come to standing and follow him up. When you get to the top of the roof, you see a boombox (blaring punk music, of course) and blankets surrounding a barrel with a fire going in it. Multiple coolers decorate the roof which all look stockpiled full of different beers. “Hey, Hobie, you know that they’re all kids, right?”

“New universe, new rules, love. Drinking age is 16 and up ‘round here, not that I’d give a fuck if it wasn’t anyway. So, sit down, shut up, and drink a damn beer. Maybe you’ll loosen up,” he says, tossing you a random bottle. You roll your eyes and sit down but put the beer to the side.

“Hey, Hobie, do you have any of that–” Miles gets cut off by Hobie tossing him another bottle. “Nice. Thanks, dude,” he says excitedly, cracking the top and taking a drink. Gwen gets her beer of choice, and Pavitr does the same. Hobie, you notice, doesn’t drink anything. “So, what were you guys talking about?” Gwen asks, pointing between the two of you with her bottle. “What?” you ask, and she shrugs. “You guys were alone in Hobie’s for a while and no one died, soooo did you guys finally talk about something you could agree on?”

“We can’t agree on nothin’, Gwen. They were just bein’ their usual self and annoyin’ the shit out of me at any chance they could get,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “Good to know it worked, mate”

“Stop imitatin’ me, poser.”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“I’ll make you.”

“Try me, Hobart.”

“Alright, that’s enough of that. What were you guys talking about?” Miles asks, and you and Hobie look at each other. “Just asked where the bathroom was,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah. That’s it.”

You weren’t necessarily ready to reveal you faced the Gwen canon event. Especially not to another Gwen. At least Hobie isn’t enough of a dick to bring it up in front of them. “Oh, yeah, you did change into your everyday clothes. Don’t know how I didn’t notice that,” Gwen states, taking another swig of her beer. You had changed in your apartment after cleaning your wound, but you don’t say anything. Hobie nods at you, and you nod back.

“Why aren’t you drinking anything (Y/n)? Here, try this it’s so good,” Pavitr pushes his bottle toward you, and you shake your head. “I don’t want to drink, but thanks Pavitr,” you say, and he frowns. “Awww.” You smile slightly at how disappointed he sounds. “Well, I want to remember everything you all tell me without it being fuzzy because I was hoping you could let me know a little bit more about all the spider people in Spider Society. I’m still new, you four, Peter B. Parker, and Miguel are the only ones I’ve really met.”

With that, Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr start telling you everything they know. You learn about Jessica Drew, Spider-Man Noir, Peni Parker, and so many more. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr talk for hours, and since they’re kids, they do not know when to stop drinking. Eventually, the three of them are passed out. Miles is cradling Gwen’s side with his head on her chest as she wraps one of her arms around him, and Pavitr is laying straight on his back, lightly snoring. You giggle softly at the sight. Suddenly the punk music you’ve been listening to for the past however many hours gets softer. You glance over to where it is and see Hobie bent over and turning it down. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em,” he mumbles, walking over to you. The volume of the city has decreased quite a bit, and with the low hum of music coming from the boombox now, his world is actually kind of enjoyable. Though you’d never tell him that. He motions to the skyline, and you turn and look. He was right, as much as you hate to admit it. The view is a lot better from up here.

“Why didn’t you drink anythin’?” he asks, and you shrug. “Didn’t feel like it. Why didn’t you drink anything?” He shrugs and pulls out a rolled cigarette from his vest pocket. “Got somethin’ better.”

“And you didn’t offer any to them?”

“Hey, they can drink here, they don’t need to mess with this shit. ‘Sides I knew they’d be pissed. Gonna have a god-awful hangover tomorrow,” he says, pulling out a lighter. You shake your head. “They can’t mess with your shit, but I can?”

“The two of us are the same age. We’re ‘adults’ or whatever the fuck that means. Are you too stuck up to be ‘round some grass or somethin’?”

“No, Hobie, I don’t give a fuck if you smoke weed. Building manager might, though.”

“Love, I am the building manager. This place is abandoned, so it belongs to me. And you’re not tellin’ me I’m supposed to smoke this myself?” he asks with a sly smirk on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him. “Actually I am.” He groans, putting the joint to his lips and lighting the end of it.

“Do you know how to have any fun?”

“Do you know how to have any–” Before you can finish, he puts his finger over your mouth, and raises the joint to his lips again. He takes a deep breath in, blowing out the excess smoke and glancing at you. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Don’t care. The answer is no.”

“Have you ever actually tried listening to anything anyone says?” “Nah. I don’t listen to no one. I’m me, and if people don’t like that, good,” he says, taking another drag. He glances over at you and holds the joint out. “Y’sure you don’t want some?”

“You actually want to share with me?”

“I want you to not be as much as a ragin’ fuckwit, so yes,” he blows smoke in your face, and you glare at him. “If I take one hit, will you shut the fuck up about it?”

“Probably not, but it would sure make me happier.” You roll your eyes, and take the joint from him, taking a drag. He watches you. He’d never admit it, but he wishes you weren’t such an asshole. The way you look doing that in the moonlight? Stunning. You pass the joint back to him, some of the smoke coming out of your nose. “Stop staring at me.”

“Just makin’ sure you did it right and didn’t waste my shit,” he says, taking another drag. “I know how to hit a joint, Hobie.”

“Really? Never would have guessed you’d do anything remotely excitin’.”

“Oh, please. You barely know me,” you say, angrier than you probably should be. “Then tell me about yourself, love.”

“Hard pass,” you say, and he groans. “I get the desire to stay anonymous and mysterious, obviously, but come on. Chances are we’re gonna be seein’ each other more than either of us wants to, so just open up a bit,” he says, and you frown. “There’s nothing you need to know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Oh yeah? Then tell me something about you.”

“I killed Norman Osborn with my guitar after defeatin’ him and all of his V.E.N.O.M. forces and successfully led a rebellion against fascism,” he says smugly, “Until those other fuckin’ Nazis showed up, but one day I promise you this world? Will be capitalist and fascist free.”

“No, it won’t. Am I supposed to be impressed?” you ask with a deadpan face. He scoffs. “Damn, you’re a wanker. I’d like to see you try and defeat the V.E.N.O.M. forces. From what I seen your world’s villains are rubbish,” he says and to his surprise, and yours, you laugh. A hint of a smile plays on his features, but you shake your head. “Green Goblin is, you’re right, but... there are others who are much worse. And what the fuck is a venom force? You’re saying that like I should just know what it is.”

“It was a symbiote that– wait, you sayin’ you don’t know what venom is? That’s something every spider-person deals with at some point,” he says, and you shrug. “Guess I haven’t dealt with it yet.”

“Yeah, well, when you do, call me cause you’ll need my help,” he says and you roll your eyes. “I’d rather die than get help from you.”

“I helped you today, love.”

“I could have done that myself,” you retort, and he shakes his head, taking another drag. “I guess I should thank you though.”

“Hmm?”

“For not telling them what we were really talking about,” you say, and he hums. “What they won’t know won’t kill ‘em. But just so you know I was being so serious. Not talkin’ about that shit is more harmful than good,” he says, and you frown. “I’m not much of a talker.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up,” you groan, and he laughs. He loves pissing you off, might be his favorite thing to do now. But the conversation might actually need to get serious. He may hate you, but he’s Spider-Punk for the people, and you’re apart of that people. He’s there to help, so he may as well try with you.

“Why not?”

“What?”

“Why not? Why won’t you talk about it?” he asks, and you huff. “Because it was my fault, and I don’t want to think about it.”

“Nah, I bet it wasn’t your fault,” he mumbles, taking another drag. You glare at him. “Oh, right, I forgot you were there when their neck snapped after I tried to save them,” you spit, and he glances at you. You can feel that hit starting to affect you, that’s the only reason you said anything about… the incident. Of course, Hobie has good shit, why wouldn’t he. “What were you trying to save them from?” he asks, his voice oddly calm. “The Prowler,” you reply, “He’s the worst of the worst in my universe.” He hums and nods. “Well then, reckon it’s the Prowler’s fault then, innit?”

“What? But I’m the one who couldn’t get to them in time after he–”

“He did it, (Y/n). You did your best, but it ain’t your fault what happened there. That’s what they want you to think. Try and get that through your thick skull, would you?” he says, and you scoff, “They?”

He nods, and you go quiet. He glances over at you as you just sit and stare out at the city. “Stop doin’ ‘at.”

“Doing what?”

“Blamin’ yourself,” he says, taking another long drag. You sigh. “I can’t help it,” you mumble, and he shakes his head. “You can. Just takes time,” he responds. You scoff, “You’d think three years would be enough time.” You look out at his city. It’s so different from yours, but you can still see the beauty in it. And you can see the stars. None of the constellations of your world are here, but the sky is still beautiful. “If you need a place to crash, my couch is very comfortable and has your name written all over it,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “I should probably just go back to my universe–”

“No way. No dimension hopping under the influence,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “I had one hit,” you say, and he shrugs. “And one hit is enough for you to think you’re goin’ home only to end up in Peter Porker’s shower. You’re stayin’ here tonight.” You roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“I’m insufferable for watchin’ out for your well-bein’? Okay, sure.”

“I don’t need you to watch out for me. I don’t need anyone,” you hiss, and he scoffs. “Of course you don’t. Too good for everyone else.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“Like you wouldn’t say the same thing,” you say, and he shrugs. “You’re right. I would say I don’t need anyone, because I don’t. Especially not a miserable thing like you,” he says, and you frown. “Good.”

“Great.”

“Fuck you.”

The two of you just glare at each other for a bit before he flicks the butt of his joint off the building. “Goin’ to bed. See you tomorrow.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Shut up and follow me back to my place,” he says, getting up and walking down the building. You follow, yawning as you realize just how tired you are. When you get back inside Hobie’s place, he points at the couch. “Lay there, and don’t move until mornin’, got it?”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Amazin’. Just don’t wake me up, and I won’t give a fuck,” he says, walking into his bedroom and kicking his door shut. You roll your eyes and lay down on his couch. It’s actually surprisingly comfortable, and you find yourself actually dozing off faster than you anticipated. Hobie walks out of his room to get a drink of water and ready to fight you verbally again, only to see you passed out on his couch with literally no blanket or pillow.

He sighs, grabbing a throw blanket off his bed and gently placing it on top of you. In the morning, you wake up before everyone else. You notice the blanket, and know only one person could have done that, but you don’t feel like sticking around to say anything. You just go home. But before you do, you leave a little note saying, ‘didn’t need your sympathy, thanks but no thanks,’ and draw a little middle finger.

He’ll get the hint you appreciated it.

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revetahwsstuff · 5 months

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Johnny Cage

With a (bottom) Male S/O who is basically similar to Nicole Watterson but reversed. Pt.2

(Daycare!)

M/N watched as his 3 children kept chanting that weird name, now he wasn’t familiar with anyone with that kind of name unless they were talking about Kakashi Hatake which the name “Ninja mime” fits him.

To M/N, he looks like any old-rich- white-dude so why are his kids are so fond of him suddenly? “Woah there little children! Don’t make a scene out of me.” Johnny Cage said with a snarky grin making M/N stoic expression turn firm a little.

“Come on kids, let’s not disturb the gentlemen.” M/N voice had a bit of sweetness mix with irritation as he began to push the cart full of food but it seems like his children didn’t want to leave.

“Aww, but dad. Look this may sound surprising to you but could we at least hang in the store for a couple of hours?” C/N one said, “This is like the only one time we actually might be grateful towards you if you do.” C/N three said

“Couple of hours? No, we have to get home early, cook dinner, go to sleep and take you kids to school.” M/N rebuttal and his three children pouted before looking up at Johnny with adorable-dejected-looking-faces.

“Looks like we can’t know each other yet Ninja-Mime.” C/N two with sadness. Johnny looked down with a half-smile. Looking up at their father who was beginning to walk away. Johnny crouched at their height “How about I..go to your house?”

“You can do that?!” C/N one question with excitement and Johnny just gave them a playful wink.

“Children!!” M/N yelled, the 3 kids jumped at their fathers voice and scurried away from Johnny to their father who was already 6 feet away from them from the aisle.

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Around 5, at home. Biyu was out of the house again to work dead-paying job meaning the children own the house now to do whatever they want.

“He should be here any minute now.”

“You sure? Someone like him has way too much on his hands” C/N two replied to C/N one. The two youngsters head downstairs and stood in front of the door, C/N one was tapping their shoes on the wooden floor impatiently before the doorbell was heard. The children immediately yanked the door open and had nervous smiles on their faces with Johnny cage looking down at them with wide eyes when seeing their nervous expression.

“You kids okay? I know I’m a celebrity and all but- you guys don’t seem like-“

“Oh no! We do want you here! Come! Come in.” C/N two nudged their small hand out for Johnny to come inside. The two looked up with creepy smiles but they were just shy and nervous since a big star came inside their little home. Johnny entered their small house, it was homey but very clustered as their were toys on the floor, and colored pencils laying around with papers drawn. A fish tank sitting on a dresser and kitchen just a few steps away.

The children began to pick up and tidy the living room up a little for their special guest and they did it pretty fast, C/N puts a towel where they accidentally spilled orange juice on the cushion and led Johnny where to sit which he oblige. “So this is where you guys sleep, not particularly my taste but for a normal family such as you guys.” Johnny looked around before he heard something moving and he adverted his eyes to see the three kids of M/N just staring at them. “Do you want anything sir? We got water, Thai tea or orange juice?”C/N one question with a nervous smile

“No need for the hospitality kids, just call me Johnny.” He interjected, “ok! Johnny?! How was your day?! What did you ate?!” M/N children energy were high! Johnny could understand where M/N stoic personality came from (If M/N came back and spot Johnny with his children it would drop his energy already.)

“I haven’t really ate anything today, but I did snuck out during a meeting for a movie just to see you kids.” Johnny replied, “awh, we were that important even we just met..well I know you..but you don’t know me-“ C/N one continued before C/N two smack them on the head for their sibling to not reveal the stalkings they did on Johnny’ daily life.

“So kids..do you guys have any games to play?” Johnny cage asked as he leaned back in the small couch, his legs had to be out stretched on the floor since he was tall.

“We can play (Your favorite game) on the PS5!” C/N one suggests and C/N two opens a cabinet under the TV to reveal the many games they had before picking the game C/N said they could play. The kids brought out their controllers and tossed one to Johnny who caught it in ease. The three began to play the game on the TV, making loud noises in the process making the toddler in the house awake

“CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET?!” C/N three shouts from the nursery room, the older kids and Johnny quickly shut their mouth but later snickered in response. The three continued to play the PS5 until the clock strikes at 7pm. The sounds of keys rattling against the door heard before opening-

“What are you kids doing?!”

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lorimnnn · 2 years

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Mine (Michel Myers x AFAB!Reader)

summary: before Michael was ever ‘The Shape’ of Haddonfield, he was just a boy. he was a boy in love with the girl across the road, his sister’s best friend--- the only girl to show him kindness, love and warmth. you.

Basically, Michael falls in love with his sister’s best friend at 6, who sometimes played emergency babysitter especially when Judith was fooling around with her bf. He clings to those memories growing up in the asylum until the day he breaks out, where he decides the first thing he wants to do is find you and keep you, your sunshine only for him. Reader is super girly and feminine, which just fuels michael’s possessiveness.

cw: gore, violence, kidnapping, obsession, manhandling, possessiveness

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Michael remembers the first time he saw you in perfect, vivid detail.

When things get bad at the asylum, he closes his eyes and remembers, and sometimes it feels like he’s really there all over again. It’s like he’s four all over again, sitting on the sofa with the TV turned on, squashed between Mom and Dad. They still loved him, then. They act differently now, so remembering is like remembering different people.

But everything was different.

He remembers the door swinging open so roughly, it smacked the wall with a bang. In strolled Judith, and after, you. And he couldn’t stop looking at you.

“Judith! I swear to-”

You, frowning at something Judith was saying, quickly schooling your expression when you noticed Michael and his parents. An uneasy smile settled over your face as you turned to his sister and glared that little bit. You looked so fierce. He’d wondered what you were warning her about with that look, because Judith had passed you a smile so smug back. A smile that said trouble of all sorts of alarming degrees, but that was Judith. And that trouble would later become Danny.

This is where Michael started to get a little distracted. It all starts to come back when he remembers-

Back to you.

You were so angelic back then. His parents had loved you. Judith, while often mistreating you and taking your kindness for granted, was protective of you for as much as her selfishness would allow. That wasn’t much. It wasn’t long until Danny burst into the picture and whenever you were available and their parents weren’t, he was kicked out into your house. But that wasn’t so bad. He liked your house.

And he liked you. Loved you.

Not in the way he loved his mom and dad, or the way he loved Judith, even if he was sometimes so mad at her he thought he hated her. But loved you. There were no words to describe it.

Anyway, the first time you came to his rescue he’d been sitting on that same sofa. Judith had told him to stay down there as she wondered upstairs with Danny. He didn’t like Danny. He dragged her upstairs and weird noises started punctuating the silence, and they sounded like they hurt, but the door was locked when he checked. And Judith had screamed at him to leave, so he had, and reassumed his spot on the sofa all over again.

You walked into the house a moment later. You must’ve heard her yelling.

The walls were thin.

“Hey, Mikey.” You knelt down in front of him. “Why don’t you hang out with me for a little bit?”

“Why?”

“It can’t be all that fun sitting down here all by yourself. Judy is having her own fun.” You casted a sharp glare at the ceiling. It creaked with movement in response. “Why don’t you come to mine? I still have all my toys from when I was a kid. I’ll let you play with them, or we can play together, if you want.”

He didn’t like toys too much. But he liked you.

So he let you take him by the hand and lead him out the door. Your hand was warm. So soft. It was all he could think about. He didn’t even process it until he was sitting on your pink bed, the fluffy pink duvet pillowing his sides. Everything was pink. Your walls. Your furniture. The toys you were talking about, which ended up being in a pink box you dragged out from under the bed and showed him. He was interested in them for about two seconds until he saw you approach your vanity and start poking and prodding at your face with those little tools.

You were pretty. So pretty.

And Michael was mesmerised.

When he thinks about it now, he realises that you were supposed to go out. You were all dolled up and prettier than usual, so pretty that it was almost dangerous. A hazard to other boys. Boys like Danny, maybe? No. No no no. You picked up your phone a minute later and dialed a number.

“Sorry, but we’ll have to reschedule! I know, I know. I’m sorry. Things came up. But I’m hanging out with my most favourite person in the world.” You winked. “Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that. But call me when you’re free next time, okay?”

Those words had meant nothing. All he’d heard was that he was your ‘favourite person in the world’, and he’d fixated on them, obsessed over them, replaying them over and over again until he was a hot, blushing mess. But all he could do was blush. He was your favourite person? You were his favourite person, too!

He ended up returning home when Danny left.

He ended up going back to your��s every time he came back. He didn’t care. He was delighted. You would watch movies with him and eat ice cream and cuddle under a blanket. He liked the last part best. Sometimes, he would pretend he was asleep just so you would let him lie there, close to your breast with his head tucked under your chin, your hands stroking through his hair.

“Mikey?”

“Mmh?”

“Nevermind, go to sleep. Long day, hm?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Life must be so stressful,” you would tease.

Michael would just play along with a very high-pitched, whiny, “yeah, I’m so tired.”

Each and every time, you would cancel all your plans to be with him. He could tell you were getting sick of it. He really, really hoped you weren’t sick of him.

Because he really liked your cuddles.

But all good things came to an end, didn’t they? Of course they did. Your mom just had to take you on a holiday and leave him all alone with Judith, who was just going to do what she would’ve done the first time. Ignore him. Choose Danny over him. And she did.

Well, then she died. Or he killed her. Same thing.

Then he went to Smith’s Grove. He didn’t really feel anything towards it. Not good, not bad. It was alright. It just was. The only time he ever missed home was at night when it got cold, and all he could think of was how much he missed being cuddled up in your arms. How warm you were. How soft you were when he leaned his head against you, the perfect pillow. He missed you so much.

He would think about you all the time.

As the years passed, he would think about how you changed. If you grew up at all. What you looked like now. If you would still love him like you did when he was a kid, before everything happened. Of course you would, wouldn’t you? He was your most favourite person in the world.

Right?

As he grew older, those thoughts descended into uglier ones. Not once did he think of killing you, so no, no that type of ugly. But ugly in ways that sapped at the last of his shame, his sanity, what was left of his fractured humanity. He was sixteen when he first wondered if you would like doing with him what Judith used to do with her boyfriend. He was sixteen when he first touched himself to the thought of you, his movements clumsy and inexperienced. Grinding his hips into the bed when you possessed his dreams, palming himself desperately when he was reminded of you at random, inopportune times. Who cared who watched? Who cared who saw?

All he wanted was you.

According to everyone else, he was incapable of emotion, let alone sexual desire. Those were two things he knew that nobody would dare to associate with him. And they weren’t wrong. He wasn’t capable of emotion. He wasn’t capable of sexual desire. That was on a general basis, anyway.

But you weren’t everyone else. You were you.

And he wanted you.

But that was the thing. As he aged, he was beginning to realise that if he really wanted something, he could have it. It was all so easy.

And he would have you.

Haddonfield is... Well. It has memories.

Maybe it isn’t your wisest idea to move back, after all that happened. Losing your best friend. The little boy you used to babysit sometimes turning out to be the culprit behind her sudden death. Sometimes you blamed yourself for it.

The police had said it’d been coming. He probably felt neglected. Lonely.

If you hadn’t gone with your mom on that holiday...

Ugh. Ew.

You hate having sombre thoughts like that. Does it help you’re cleaning out your mom’s place after she passed? No, it really doesn’t. But nobody else was going to do it. Fuckers. And they had the audacity to say that they loved her, cared for her, appreciated her. Seemed there’s no reason to keep up the pretences now that she’s not around to check up on it. While they may be in the mourning phases, it really isn’t an excuse. So are you.

Yet here you are.

The neighbourhood is basically deserted. It makes for eery quiet as you meander about, boxing up your mom’s old stuff and scouring through the little nooks and crannies where she liked to hide things. Sometimes it feels like you’re breathing too hard. Moving too loudly. Everything feels like too much. Maybe you’d cry if you had the energy to.

Now, this place is... It just is. And it isn’t. You realise maybe you’re the only one who came in not because you’re the least cowardly, but the most brave.

Because this is not just the place your mum died. Not just the neighbourhood where once upon a time, a little boy committed his first act of insanity. It’s the place where just a few months ago, Michael Myers was taken back to the Sanitarium after a Halloween spree. There was no telling when he’d come back. It all seems so random, the motivation too vague to pick out, his acts too gruesome to discuss. As someone who knew him, it’s nothing short of a bad idea to be around. But it’s for your mom.

At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You were in the bar when the crowd silenced, and the news boomed into the room with chilling fervor.

‘Breaking news, clinically insane serial killer Michael Myers, nicknamed ‘The Shape of Haddonfield’, has escaped for the second time from Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. Five found dead and severely mutilated. While his predicted path is unclear, residents of Haddonfield are warned to be cautious and call the authorities immediately if any suspicious behaviour is seen. Police will be on high alert. Stay safe.’

You knew in that moment that you were so, so fucked. Somehow you also decided that would have been the best moment to drink yourself stupid, hook up with some other blackout drunk fellow, and pretend none of that happened.

It’s been a week since the announcement. Police have been patrolling the streets. More than once you’ve received a few knocks on the door, asking if you’ve seen or heard anything. Those come around almost everyday, since you live right across where he used to. Every time, you say the same thing.

‘No. I’m just here for my mom. I’ll be out soon enough.’

You’re lying. You’re lying through your teeth.

Logically, you know you should leave. He’ll come back for Haddonfield. You know it. Everyone knows it. There’s no reason for him not to.

And he’ll come back for that house. The one across yours.

He might even come back for you.

But winning over your logic side is the stupid part of you that denies it. That still can’t believe that little boy became that horrid man, when just days before he killed Judith he was sleeping against your chest watching cartoons on the TV. Putting makeup on his face because he wanted to do what you were doing. Watching you doll yourself up each and every time with red-faced admiration. He’d been so innocent.

It’s just... It’s inconceivable that he became whatever he is. A monster. A nightmare. Something of both.

So maybe it isn’t really denial that he’s coming. More so denial that he won’t touch you.

And it’s so arrogant, and it’s so selfish, because you’ve seen his picture on the TV and he’s nothing short of terrifying.

It’s your arrogance and selfishness that you cling to when you hear the floorboards creak behind you.

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Donut Dick

Summary: JJ thinks he's funny when he puts a donut on his dick and tells you he's got a snack for you but you turn the tables on him and go from silly to sexy, making him absolutely insane and dying for his release

Warning: Cum play, daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, ball play, kissing, fingering, hand job, food (mentions of eating a donut), begging, taunting, teasing, orgasm denial, boob and nipple play, intense orgasms. I hope I didn’t miss any and if I did, let me know

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve written and posted anything- I can’t believe it’s been over 6 months! I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you for sticking with me after all this time! Whether you are someone who follows me or just someone who happened to stumble across this post, I appreciate your support and taking the time to read my work very much! I hope you enjoy this weird and sexy story I’ve come up with, it’s basically 5000 words of ridiculously silly filth haha I figured I might as well come back with a bang! GO BIG OR GO HOME, RIGHT??!? 😂❤️

"Hey babe, come here," I hear my boyfriend JJ yell from the kitchen.

Groaning to myself, I put my phone down and yell back, "What is it? I don't wanna get up!" and go back to scrolling on my phone.

About a minute goes by and I hear JJ say again in a weirdly peppy sing song voice, "y/n... I've got something for youuuuu" he drawls out. "Come on babe, I made you a snack" he says again trying to coax me.

I groan again but start to get up because I'm sorta hungry and a snack sounds pretty good right about now. I make my way towards the kitchen and nearly drop my phone when I see the sight that's presented before me. Standing smack dab in the middle of the kitchen is a completely naked JJ, standing there in only his black socks! He's got one leg up on a kitchen chair and his arms proudly on his hips, grinning at me like a lunatic. This man also has a full on erection and has decided to hang a fucking donut from his cock. I'm desperately trying to hold in my giggles but then he starts swiveling his hips in a circle and puts his hands behind his head and gives little thrusts and I just lose my cool completely and can't stop laughing at him.

"Like what you see babe," JJ says in a fake sexy accent, adding to my laughter.

"Oh yeah baby, dance for me you sexy hunk of man," I manage to get out while he try's to spin the donut on his cock like a circus trick.

I'm laughing so hard at this point, I have tears streaming down my face and I can't breathe. He is so silly sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him.

"Come on take a bite of the snack I made you," he coaxed cheekily. "I want you to pull it off my cock with your teeth."

I roll my eyes and flip him off but he just laughs at me and grins that goofy grin again, still playing with his dick and twirling that damn donut.

I decide to have a little bit of fun of my own and slowly walk over to him, stripping my pants, top and bra off on the way, before immediately dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Oh my god, are you actually going for this? Holy shit! I was just kidding y/n but fuck, yes! Will you really eat a donut off my dick?" He asks, genuinely unsure if I'm really gonna do it.

"Anything for you J," I say in a mock of his sing song voice from earlier. I can hear his breathing hitch and I lean forward ever so slightly and stick my tongue out and gently lick the tip of his still hard cock, making him softly groan out.

"Oh shit" I can hear him mutter a few times as I open my mouth a little more and swirl my tongue around his head and start gently sucking. I decide to keep my hands to myself and while I'm sucking his tip I start to play with my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It feels so good I moan out in my own pleasure, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes and continue what I'm doing, looking right into his eyes. A few more moans from me and he's nearly there and I've barely touched him yet. I stop abruptly and sit on my heels and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sticking it in my mouth after and licking off and precum that got on my face.

"Hmmm," I say to him sort of as a question. I really am hungry and lean in to take a bite of that donut that's been staring me in the face. I hold it with my hand so it doesn't crumble and lick some of the frosting off before swallowing and taking another nibble. JJ is looking at me with wide eyes and I can tell that this weird show I'm putting on for him is really turning him on. I take one more nibble and let the donut break apart in my hand and sexily lick the frosting off my wrist purposely leaving the remaining frosting on my fingers. "You want some," I ask him innocently and put my fingers up to his mouth, teasing him. He leans down and licks the chocolate off my fingers and swallows hard, still looking down at me while I'm kneeling before him and wondering what I'm gonna do next. I don't waste any time and put the rest of the donut on the tabletop. "Looks like someone's been playing with their food... such a naughty boy. Guess I'll just have to clean you up..." and I hear him suck in another deep breath in anticipation.

I lean forward again and begin to kitten lick his cock, making sure to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft while I lick up all the remaining frosting and donut bits that are left behind. He lets out a content sigh and I smile into him, temporarily releasing him from my mouth. "Do you like that baby?" I coo to him. "Does my tongue against your cock feel good?" I ask. He nods his head quickly while I look up at him, putting his dick back in my mouth, taking him in completely. "Fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," he moans out and gives me an animalistic growl. "Fucckkkk."

I start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, letting him go further and further down my throat. I love the way he's grunting and moaning. I love being able to make him lose himself in such a short amount of time. He reaches down and brushes some of the hair out of my eyes that has fallen forward and I pull back to get a breath. "You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he breathily says to me, instantly making me blush. I look away for a minute and notice he's got some frosting on his balls and an idea plants itself in my head. I quickly lean forward again and gently cradle his balls in my hand. "Y/n what are you-," he begins to say but I quickly cut him off.

"I promise I'll be extra gentile J, can I?" I ask him, half thinking he's gonna tell me no and to stop. He doesn't usually like his balls messed with but the few times he has let me play with them, I know he enjoyed it.

"Sure babe, I trust you. Just be extra careful, ok?" He says a tad hesitantly. A huge smile spreads across my face and I gently move my fingers up under them and feel around a little.

"Such cute little donut holes you have J," I say sitting back on my heels. He grins at me and and laughs.

"Oh I know you did not just call my balls donut holes, you weirdo," he says throwing his head back still giggling.

"I am not the weirdo here, sir, you are!" I say, clutching my chest and faking great shock. "You started this whole thing baby and I'm just finishing it," I smile coyly. "You made quite the mess earlier, J. I think I'm just gonna have to lick that silly left over frosting right off of you if we're ever gonna get you cleaned up," I say and bat my eyes as I look up at him. His leg is still propped up on the chair and he nods his head and opens his leg up a little wider so I can get in there better. He gives me another nod and an excited smile and I lean in forward once again, putting myself face to face with his cock and balls.

I grab his cock with one hand push it up towards his stomach. With my other hand I trace the veins on the underside of his shaft with my fingertips and then my tongue. I can hear him take another deep breath in and out and I can feel his body relaxing. I continue to run my tongue along his veiny underside for a minute and then move down to where his cock actually meets his balls. It's fleshy and sorta squishy and as soon as I press my tongue to it I can feel him stiffen up a little. I put my hands on his thighs, rubbing them reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle baby, don't worry," I breathily say. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes again. Just using the tip of my tongue, I tease that delicate space between his cock and balls, gently licking up and down and back and forth. His breathing quickens a little and I can tell he's starting to enjoying this. I move down a little lower every time I lick and pretty soon I'm right on top of his balls. I decide to place a gentle kiss on them and to kiss all around his pelvis and at the base of his shaft. Anything I can do to ease his mind and let him relax so he can enjoy this. I notice his tip leaking again and brush the precum off with my fingertip. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this baby," I tell him. He smiles and nods again and just watches me silently, waiting for my next move.

I use his cum like lipgloss, spreading it evenly on my lips and puckering them. "Jesus Christ" I hear him say under his breath. I look directly at him and suck the remaining cum off my finger as seductively as I can. I hear a loud gulp come from him and I smile to myself knowing that all this is working. His dick twitches in my hand again and I immediately lick my lips a little and start softly kissing and licking his inner thighs, head and shaft. He moans out in appreciation and slightly bucks his hips into my face. I quickly make my way back to his balls and feel his breathing quicken a little but he's still very relaxed. With just the tip of my tongue I circle each orb with feather light touches and can feel the weightlessness they each seem to possess. Running my tongue all around them and over the seam in between cause my boyfriend to let out a manly shriek and groan and his sounds make me instantly stop, not knowing if it was a good sound or a bad one.

"Oh my gosh, are you ok baby? I'm so sorry, I was being so careful, I -" Fuck, no. Feels so... good... babe please... keep... going..." he barely gets out, his breathing is so erratic. "Aww baby I love how good I'm making you feel, you sound so sexy coming undone for me. Don't hold back J, you're making me so wet every time I hear you moan. My panties are soaked for you. Your voice alone in driving me crazy but it's still your turn baby," I say as he reaches for me. I gently push his hand back towards his chest and put my hands on my tits and massage them a little and tweak my nipples. "Mmmm," I let out slowly as I rock my body a little. "This feels good but it's better when you touch me, baby," I tease. His eyes go wide and he licks his lips but I ignore it. I squeeze my breasts together and bounce them with my hands a little and just stare at him and then stop and just smile. "Later," I say and wink at him. "Shit" was all my boyfriend could say.

Satisfied that I had teased him long enough, I dove right back in and started to sensually and slowly lick all around his balls and his ballsack. I could tell he was as relaxed as ever because when I gently started sucking on one of them and ever so delicately pulled it into my mouth, he didn't even flinch. I made a humming noise as I swirled my tongue around and gently pushed my mouth all around it, cupping it around my lips. He grunted and squirmed in satisfaction as I released that ball from my mouth and quickly but softly licked up and down his seam. A long, breathy string of shits and fucks left his mouth and I used my hand to tease the tip of his cock again, the feeling of the two together giving him an extremely pleasurable sensation. I quickly repeated the process on his other ball and as I started to make my way back to his seam and started licking again, he gently tugged on my hair so I stopped. "Too much baby?," I half tease.

"Girl I need to sit... down," he part moans, part chuckles. "So fucking good," he said plopping down on the kitchen chair. Regaining his composure, he tells me he is so full and he needs to cum. "I swear if I don't cum right now, I'm gonna fucking explode," he pleads with me. "Please y/n let me fuck you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Wanna hear you moan and scream my name over and over again. Plant my seed deep within your pussy and watch you get all swollen with my babies. Fuck, please babe, I want you. I need you," he pleads again.

"That sounds like a lot of fun baby, but it's gonna have to wait," I say getting comfortable on my knees. "I'm not done with you yet," I simply say and smile. A confused look spreads across his face and just as he's about to protest I bring my hands to my chest and start pulling and pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingertips, I let out a filthy cry of pleasure and he instantly goes silent and leans back in his chair to watch the show I'm putting on at his feet. I smile at him again and begin to kneed my breasts as I rock back and forth on my heels. I lean in slightly and grab his cock, licking it from base to tip and then stick it as far as I can down my throat while trying to swirl my tongue around him and not choke. I swallow around him and can hear those familiar grunts I love so much coming out of his mouth. Needing air, I pull him out of my mouth and take a much needed breath. "God I love you," JJ says to me, drunk off my mouth.

"You think you love me now J, just you wait baby," I say with a wink. I gently grab his hand and put it on his cock and place mine over his and start to pump his dick. Using my other hand I start teasing my nipples again, pleasuring ourselves in unison. As he starts to get the picture, I let his hand go and massage both my tits with both my hands. He continues to stroke himself while he watches me tease and grope my breasts and his dopey grin is all I need to see in order to know he's loving this just as much as I am. I start to moan his name and tell him I can't wait to feel him inside me when he quickly says that he's gonna cum. I immediately sit up and stop his hand movements and he groans out in frustration. "Why are you stopping me, do you need me to beg? Fuckkkk. Please let me cum babe, I'm so close. I was right there," he says slightly annoyed.

"I get to make you cum," I say sternly. "I get to make you feel good this time baby," I say a little softer.

"You're a terrible tease," he says sighing.

"I know!," you reply happily and then lean back on your heels again. You look at him with innocent eyes and squeeze and push your tits together and shake them a little.

"SEE!," he exclaims! "TEASE!," he fake yells.

"Look JJ, I just thought you might like to titty fuck your way home today, ok?," you say as nonchalantly as you can muster and shrug your shoulders. He leans down and roughly grabs your face with his hand and pulls you up a little so he can kiss you. His kiss is so needy and so rough. It's sloppy and wet but I love it. I smile into his desperation and let myself moan a little. He's so horny he is literally grinding into the kitchen chair and bucking his hips into my stomach. I pull away and grab my tits again and just stare at him for a minute while he eye fucks me. "So...?" I proposition him again. "You wanna cum all over these titties baby?," I say confidently, shaking my breasts and making them jiggle.

JJ licks his lips and mutters something incoherent while I lean back a little, offering my chest to him. He pumps his cock a bit to get himself started up again and then slaps his dick against each of my breasts a couple times. He takes his tip and circles my hardening nipples, getting them a bit sticky with his ever leaking dribbles of cum. I continue to hold my tits up for him while he plays with me and that dopey smile is back, plastered across his face. This man loves boobs. He'd play with them all day if I let him. I hardly ever let him cum on them though because it's messy and I just prefer him to cum inside of me so he knows that I'm doing all of this for his benefit. After a minute more of him rubbing his cock all over my tits and body he's made me sufficiently horny, way more than I thought I'd be with him just slapping my tits with his damn cock. Somehow it works for me though and I am slowly becoming an insane mess. Seeing him get so turned on was making me turned on and hearing him was even worse. He was overly ready, his tip was so red it looked like it might hurt, and that was fucking with me too. All I wanted to do was put it in my mouth and suck him dry but this wasn't about what I wanted. I was doing this for him.

I leaned forward and sat up a little again and kissed him. He stopped his movements and kissed me back. I pulled away slightly and kissed his cheek, down his jawline, down his neck and stopped right over his Adam's apple causing his head to roll back in pleasure. He loved when I sucked his skin right there and loved it even more when I left love bites for him to see later on. It was a sexy kink of his that I loved too. "I love you JJ," I quietly say into his neck.

"And I fucking love you y/n," he murmurs back immediately running his hands through my hair. I decided to take this opportunity while he was still blissed out from my neck kisses to put his eager cock between my breasts and start rubbing them up and down his shaft. With my hands, I pushed my tits together as tightly as I could while encompassing his rock hard dick. Up and down I went, letting my whole body bounce and trying to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. "Uhhhh... yes babe.... Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer y/n.

"Let go baby, cum for me then," I sweetly coo. He groans and starts to buck himself up in between my breasts. Faster and faster he went, both of our breathing increasing as we meet each other's movements. His pumps getting rougher and faster yet. He was so close. I can't believe he's lasted this long, his stamina is always so sexy to me. I love the control he has over his body and just thinking about it makes me sweat. I am dripping wet and very thankful I've kept on my panties this entire time. After a few more quick thrusts he finally lets out that manly wail I've been longing to hear and I can feel his hot, thick ropes of cum go all over my upper body and onto my neck and face. We both slow our movements and just breathe together for a few seconds. I let go of my chest and his cock, pushing a little of the cum off my face and lick it off my finger. "Mmmm you taste so good, J," I sexily say and lean forward, kissing him on his wide open mouth. He's gawking at me again so I decide to finish my little show for him the only logical way I can think of. I pull away from the kiss and start massaging his cum into my breasts. "This feels so good, baby," I say, trying to keep eye contact. "I hope it was good for you."

"Best afternoon of my life, y/n," he says earnestly. He pulls me up onto my feet and pulls me onto his lap and kisses me again. I can feel his truth through his kiss and it makes my heart flutter.

Instantly his hands start roaming the sides of my body. His one hand brushes back and forth over my nipple while his other hand travels down to where I've been aching for him the most. He gently brushes a finger tip over my opening and immediately I can feel him smile into the crook of my neck. "You're actually dripping, y/n. Like legit dripping wet," he says completely in awe. Still stroking just my opening, he begins to kiss my neck and I can feel him start to suck on the spot that I know, he knows drives me crazy. "Mmmm that feels so good baby, don't stop," I moan out, arching my back slightly and letting my head fall back against him.

"You really have been torturing yourself as much as you have been torturing me, haven't you?" he lustily murmurs into my neck.

"Mmmhmmm," is all I can get out, followed by a sharp and deep breath in. He chuckles at me and says "does my pretty little tease of a girlfriend want to cum?" He questions. I shake my head yes and instinctively start to grind my ass against his leg. "Jesus, you're desperate for a release aren't you babe'" he whispers.

"Please," I whisper back, sounding way more needy than I intended.

"You want my fingers in that pretty little pussy? Like this?" He questions, slowly moving my panties to the side and dipping one finger into my waiting folds. In and out, he shallowly teases my entrance. It feels good but I need more. "Please," I say again. "More please, baby," I plead.

"Whatever you want babe," he complies. Quickly he stops his teasing and puts three fingers deep into me, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. I involuntarily arch my back and hook my one arm around his neck and use the other to hold onto the seat of the chair so I don't fall. "Oh! OOOHH!" Is all I can groin out, the feeling overwhelming all of my senses as I melt into his body. He uses his free arm and hand to hold onto my hips to help keep my now shaking body steady. His arms are so long that he can reach all the way around me to my pussy and uses his fingers to dip into the top of my panties and rub circles onto my pulsating clit. The material of my underwear is so tight against my skin I can feel it start to rip but I couldn't care less. I just need more. I frantically start moving my hips and fucking myself onto his his fingers in rhythm with his hand thrusts. I'm getting so close, I can feel it beginning to boil over within me. He notices my worsening desperation and fucks me faster yet with his fingers, adding an insanely pleasurable fourth finger to the mix. At this point I feel like I'm about to lose my mind any second when he decides to stop rubbing my clit and to pinch it instead. Gentle at first but then a little harder, him being careful to make sure it was making me feel good and not hurt me, before giving me more. Quick and rough pinches followed by firm, repetitive tapping on my most sensitive and over stimulated area was enough to make me yell out his name in pure unashamed pleasure. "j...J...JJ!" I practically scream but I just can't help it. I'm so worked up that I barely recognize my own voice. My body is trembling and I'm randomly convulsing and I seem to have lost all control of my movements. If he wasn't strongly holding me in place, I'd have been on the floor a long time ago. He repeats the pinching and tapping over and over again while his thick fingers stretch me out more and more. All of the sudden I feel an indescribable high wash over me and my vision starts to go fuzzy. He does not let up though and the euphoria I feel is more than incredible. It has me screaming out like a wild animal and I feel like my entire body is on fire. Before I can even realize what's happening, I feel another intense pressure building up within me and there is no turning back now because I am on the brink of explosion. JJ can tell how close I am because all it takes is a few dirty words from him to send me over the edge.

"You're so fucking sexy like this y/n. Completely at my mercy. Show me what that body can do. Show me how you squirt for me y/n. I want your pussy to squirt all over my hand. Do you understand me? If you can do that like a good girl, I promise I'll make you squirt all over my cock when I give you the fucking you deserve, later. Come on gorgeous," he says leaning in to my ear, licking and sucking on my ear lobe. "Squirt for daddy," he whispers.

That whisper was all it took for me to come completely unraveled on his lap. The waves of pleasure circulating through my body were some of the most intense sets of orgasms I've ever experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over him and the pleasure I was receiving from it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was sweating, crying and panting over my ragged breathing and loss of breath. The only thing I could do was scream out in pure ecstasy and I was so intoxicated by this wonderfully strong feeling and waves of feel good emotions that I didn't care one bit how loud I was or how I sounded.

As he helped me ride out my incredible high, I got lost in a state of bliss for a few minutes. He stopped all his motions and just held me while I continued to have my tiny tremors of pure lingering pleasure every so often while I was slowly coming back down to normal. Once I finally opened my eyes and looked at him he was just staring at me again with a cocky but semi concerned look on his face. He sighed out in relief and brushed a few lingering tears off my cheek. "What," I said breathily, wondering why he was once again, staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Y/n," he grins at me lustily. "It's been like 5 minutes since you came babe," he says incredibly cocky and proud. "I fucking thought you were possessed for a minute," he laughs. "You just kept going and going and moaning and shit. And babe- look at us! Look at the floor! You squirted like a fucking fountain y/n. It was so hot, I'm fucking hard again. You did so good for me, gorgeous. Such a good girl." He praises me, spinning me around so I'm straddling his lap. He leans down and kisses me, making sure to take his time. I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and pull away from his kiss to take a breath. He strokes my cheek lovingly and leans in and kisses my neck reassuringly. "Daddy is so proud of you," he quietly says into my ear between kisses. The feeling of his breath on my neck and his dirty words makes me shiver a little and he pulls back and smiles at me, leaning in to kiss my lips once more. He breathes into me and I can feel all the life coming back into my body. I instantly relax and smile into his kiss. The way he contently sighs back and the way his tongue gently and passionately explores my mouth while his hands tenderly cup my face make me feel so loved in this moment. His kiss always gives it away. If he never told me again how he feels, I'd still know it because I can feel it in his touch.

He eventually and reluctantly pulls away and presses me into his chest, hugging my body tightly and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Who knew my dumb joke would turn into all this," he chuckles. I smile into his chest and chuckle back. "Yeah who knew your donut dick would turn me on so much," I say, shaking my head. He laughs again and kisses the top of my head lovingly.

"I love you, my little freak," he says affectionately.

"Love you too, my little weirdo," I say back.

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darnell-la · 3 months

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Hello love <3 Could I request an imagine where Monty knows you can't take much alcohol, so he fills you up with his self-made Liquor, testing you. Then you're totally drunk and start tumbling around the camp until you stumble over something and nearly fall but Bellamy catches you and decideds to take care of you after giving monty a speech how stupid his idea was. Bell takes you to his tent and you accidentally tell him you like him but soon you fall asleep on him and he's all happy cause he feels the same ? :)

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“Monty, you know I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol,” y/n said as Monty and Jasper began mixing their special ingredients into alcohol jugs.

Monty wants y/n to try his drinks since she’s basically new to alcohol and can give them a good answer on whether their drink is strong enough or not.

“It’s just a little, y/n. You’ll be fine,” Monty said as he whipped up a cup for y/n, handing it to her as Jasper rolled his eyes. Even he’s skeptical about this.

“Don’t give her too much, that’s all. Don’t need him on our ass,” Jasper said. “Who?” Y/n said as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. “Nothing, nothing,” Jasper quickly said as Monty looked at him.

“Whatever y’all say,” the girl said then downed her drink. She’s lightweight but can handle the taste. The boys have told her how weird that is and that they wished they could drink as much as they wanted without the affected taste.

It’s been a good hour since y/n drank her last cup. As Jasper gave out the drinks, Monty kept filling her cup up, trying to test her limits.

That sounds like a bad friend, but Monty isn’t one of those. He knows y/n is fun when she’s drunk. It’s not like she isn’t when she’s sober, but they barely get drunk anymore after Bellany gave them limited days.

Y/n stumbled through the camp, singing and dancing with the different people she passed. She’s never been this drunk before and she can barely keep her focus on one thing, but she doesn’t mind it. She kind of likes it.

The drunk girl's vision began getting blurry, making it harder for her to recognize her friends or where she was going.

She could have sworn she was heading towards her tent so she couldn’t rest up, but she wasn’t. She was in a whole different part of the camp.

She sighed as she slowly tried turning around but got dizzy and fell off balance. Y/n almost landed face-first onto the ground until someone caught her.

“Having fun?” The man asked, not sounding too happy. “Yes, I very much am,” she giggled as she threw her head back, knowing this strong man could hold her almost passed-out body.

“You can’t just run around the camp like this, y/n. Who the fuck let you do this?” Bellamy answered. Y/n finally noticed his voice and blushed. She pushed herself up so she could stand on her own, feeling more shy than she usually is around him.

“O-Oh, Monty did. But it’s fine,“ Y/n smiled at Bellamy. The man looked into her eyes, not really knowing what to say that wouldn’t come out angry. He hated that in almost every conversation he had with her, he was in father mode, but he couldn’t help it.

“Come with me,” he said before softly holding y/n up as he walked around the camp to find Monty. He already told Monty that he doesn’t want to see y/n like this again. Especially alone. Without him.

“Monty!” Bellamy shouted. Jasper quickly ran as Monty dropped his drink and tried hiding behind the small bar they built, but that didn’t do much for him.

“What did I say? What did I tell you about giving her a drink!? I thought I made myself clear,” Bellamy said as people looked at him and y/n who was smiling and singing a song that was in the background.

“I know, but-“ Monty tried speaking. “I thought I made myself clear!” Bellamy yelled at Monty, pissed off that he played with fire. “She could have gotten hurt. She almost fuckin’ broke her face!” Bellamy yelled again.

Y/n finally stopped singing and looked up in confusion. “I would have caught myself,” y/n said in a weird voice as she put one finger up and then focused on it, seeing how drunk she was.

“Or maybe not,” she sighed the buried her face into Bellamy’s side, fake crying. “Don’t do this shit again, or I swear I’ll kick you out of this fucking camp,” Bellamy said in a serious tone, knowing he wouldn’t do it.

“C’mon, y/n,” Bellamy said as he pulled the girl softly to come with him but she stumbled. “I need to sleep,” she slurred as she went to lay on the ground but Bellamy pulled her up. “Have mercy,” he sighed before picking her body up and throwing her over his shoulder.

“Bell!” Y/n whined as she kicked and slapped his back but not hard enough to make him let her go. She doesn’t even want him to, she’s just so drunk that she’s doing anything.

“Y/n, stop this drunk shit. It’s pissing me off,” Bellamy said as he angrily carried her through the camp. “You’re reckless, y/n,” Bellamy said, feeling his head hurt at the thought of what could have happened to her.

“Hope you like it,” y/n said, holding back a giggle. Bellamy just rolled his eyes, thinking she was just saying anything because she’s drunker than ever.

“Lay here and don’t leave. I’m serious y/n,” Bellamy said after he placed her on his bed. “I’d stay here any day,” y/n slurred with a smile that she could barely make.

Bellamy shook his head as he left the tent. Bellamy hated his loose y/n. If he didn’t care for her, something bad could have happened to her. What if he was bad?

Bellamy walked to her tent and grabbed a few snacks and water for her so if she passed out and then woke up, she’d have something to fill her up.

“Here, and don’t get any on my bed,” Bellamy said, trying to sound serious. “You want me to sleep with you?” Y/n asked. “What?” He asked low. “Do you want me to sleep with you? Not like that! I mean, I would like that but not tonight. Not right now! I’m just-“ y/n stopped talking for a second.

“Do you want me to go back to my tent or?” She dragged, still very drunk. “Y/n, you’re not about to stay in a tent by yourself after everyone at the party saw how fuckin juiced you were. Some bastards are probably at your tent right now looking for you,” Bellamy angrily said.

“So I get to sleep with you!? Fuck yeah!” Y/n shouted then flopped on Bellamy’s bed. “What’s up with you?” Bellamy asked, confused about why she was so happy about being with him. Especially in the same bed. And wait! Didn’t she just say she’d actually sleep with me?

“Oh, nothing! I’ve just always dreamt of this,” Y/n said as she turned to the side and smiled at him, only confusing him more. “Dreamt of what?” He asked, knowing he’d get it out of her drunken mouth.

“Us,” she said as she moved her feet nervously. “What about us?” He pushed more. “You know! Me and you. A thing!” She giggled as she hid her face in the pillow.

Bellamy stayed silent, thinking of what she just said. He knows drunk people usually say their sober thoughts, but this was very unexpected from y/n.

“So you like me is what you’re saying?” Bellamy asked slowly, hoping she wouldn’t laugh at him. “Of course I do! You’re hard not to like,” y/n said, shocking Bellamy and herself.

“Even though I’m a little rough on you?” Bellamy asked. “Yeah. I like that you care about me,” she smiled, making him smile. “Hmm,” he said. Y/n felt a little embarrassed so she turned around and went under his cover to hide herself.

Bellamy laughed to himself, feeling the happiest he’d felt in a while. Knowing that someone he genuinely likes, likes him back is amazing news. Especially a girl like y/n.

Y/n ended up falling asleep right after her last words. Bellamy had changed into more comfortable clothes before getting under the covers with her. Bell pulled y/n into him and fell asleep right with her.

#18+#18+ content #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ only #18+ post #bell #bellamy x reader #bellamy imagine #the 100 bellamy #bellamy blake smut #bellamy blake #the 100 fic #the 100 smut #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 #fluff

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oscconfessions · 5 days

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i have this reoccurring daydream where i am teleported into iii as a contestant. But I’m still fully human and everything. So all of the other characters are like What The Fuck and treat me like an outcast, and i don’t know how to properly go up to them without being super awkward because 1) they hate me for being human and 2) i already know so much about them so what if i slip up and accidentally say something that they call out as being a little weird. so basically i’m a loner and everyone hates me

and i’m put in a cabin (do they have cabins iii? i choose to believe they do. those motherfuckers should not sleep on the floor.) with box and i’m like “fucking hell of course i get put with the nonsentient one” and stuff. and i’m sitting there, day after day getting weird looks and waiting for my literal cardboard box of a roommate to get the shit beaten out of it, and i sort of end up ranting about all the bullshit the other contestants are doing and how shitty they are to it, and eventually i end up getting attached to box. and then the thing happens and i get back to my cabin and realize… it’s so lonely here. it’s so empty. so i am Spiraling.

and then there’s a new episode that wasn’t originally in the season and the whole thing was just an interview about how you see your other contestants, and i go through and get asked a bunch of stuff and try to answer as vaguely as possible because i can’t let it slip that i Know Too Much and things are well and good. But at the end of the day, all the contestants are sat down and shown a compilation of all the interviews. And every contestant— minus like a handful who are neutral/vaguely positive— are just shitting on me for being weird and quiet and human. there’s no elimination that night, so i’m left to sit there and realize that everyone despises me. everyone hates me. and i break down.

the next day, i don’t come out of my cabin. not until i’m physically dragged out and plopped down to do the challenge. the team yells at me for not being there, and one in particular makes a comment about how “it’s no wonder everyone hates you” and i straight up tell that motherfucker that “nobody asked. shut your mouth.” and everyone’s all pissy and we end up losing the challenge. then a similar thing to that one yinyang voting angst shit happens, the viewers vote for my immunity and everyone votes for me out because of “this bitch said a mean thing :(“ bullshit. and im like. oh my god what the fuck guys.

and then there’s more to that but this just sounds so fucking cringe already. it gets more cringe and thats why i wont share it here but things do end up looking better for me in the daydream!!! its not all social torture guys!!! anyways why the fuck do i think about this kind of thing i need more therapy

-🥜🪶 Anon

#confession #/ii #/ii/box

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lem0n-writes · 1 year

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You should hmmmmmm write fatherly mercs NOW 👿👿👿👿👿

If u want to teehee

Mercs being Fatherly for you since yk ur fatherless and stuff also scout bc he’s ur lame brother

Scout

He isn’t really the person you’d want as a father figure, but he can definitely act as an older brother or just a sibling in general!

Scout also gives me fun but weird uncle, so if you want an estranged uncle who is pretty dumb, funny, and kind of rich??? then yeah he’s a good choice.

The kind of guy to watch sports and yell at the players even though he doesn’t know the rules, that’s so father of him

He would then proceed to try to teach you the sport, and he will fail.

You guys just end up playing catch in the yard, but y’all quickly abandoned the gear after Scout heard an ice cream truck

You walk home together eating your deformed character popsicles, Scout’s arm around your shoulder, and the sun setting

Heavy

If you need a father figure, you came to the right person

He had to be the ‘man of the house’ for a while since his father died when he was young, so he kind of gets how you miss that paternal relationship

He’s very good at comforting and helping you when you aren’t feel well or having trouble with things even though he doesn’t speak English very well

I think having three younger sisters contributed to that

When you guys get closer, Heavy starts watching you on the battlefield more and keeping you near him, just to make sure you’re doing ok

He worries about you even though you guys do this every day, but he just can’t help worrying for you!!

Heavy would read you books in Russian, even though you don't understand much of it, and it reminds him of reading to his sisters when they were younger

When you visit Medic, Heavy watches the doctor closely to make sure he doesn’t try implanting any animal organs that don’t belong, but don’t worry, Medic takes a liking to you too because Heavy likes ya :)

Engineer

Is it just me or does he just give me like childhood nostalgia? Might just be because I'm from Texas too

If you start sticking to him like a lost puppy, he'll quickly go with it. He'll be looking out for you on the battlefield even though you’re a smart kid

Engie will definitely teach you a bit about engineering if you're interested too! He's very happy to explain anything and everything, not only engineering stuff, but it'd lowkey just be him info dumping

He will update your weapons more often than the other mercs, but that also means you guys sometimes have little adventures trying to fix your weapons or hunting down the occasional bread monster herd

Y'all have fun though, and your weapon gets updates, so win win?

He reads stories to you and Pyro too, mostly fiction ones though like the Grimm Brothers' writing.

Speaking of Pyro, you two are basically siblings now, good luck. Engineer has a little nook for you two to hang out in while he works into the nights. If you and Pyro fall asleep there, he'll walk you back to your room, maybe read you a silly bedtime story if Pyro's still with you two, and wish you a good night

Medic

He’s a questionable choice for a father figure, but he's silly <3

You’d probably be in the infirmary or calling him a lot if he starts feeling protective of you, but he thinks it’s sweet that you always get your injuries taken care of in this line of work. Like if you get a paper cut, you make sure to slap a bandaid on it, y’all know what i mean?

I don’t know how to explain in a way that doesn’t sound weird, but Medic is weird so eh?

During battles, when he knows the Heavy is safe, he’ll run off to top off your health, even if you’re only down 5 HP, and he saves his Ubercharges for you and Heavy <3

But since you’re getting injured a lot, Medic decides to teach you some first aid past the basics

If you’re interested, he’d teach you more advanced biology and even let you assist in surgeries! You guys bond over spinning Scout’s organs around, and Scout is not happy about getting his lungs switched around with his kidneys

All this time in his medbay got his doves quite used to you, so they now have favorites, you and Heavy. Although, now sometimes Archimedes tries to sneak away from their dad to follow you

Heavy always brings Archimedes back to Medic after you give them treats

Spy

Oh boy

If Spy begins acting in a fatherly way towards you, you must be something special

And Spy doesn’t have the best track record with children, Scout and the kid from the Smissmas comic, however Spy does still care

It would mostly be shown through gifts or praise for your exceptional work, he’s just very proud of you!!

While you’re great and all, he still watches your back to keep you safe from energy spies, and she teaches you new tricks to surprise the enemy team

It’s a nice challenge for you while also bonding with your sort of father figure!

When you learn a new skill, he’ll be singing you praises to the team for the next few days and expect to find a shiny gift from them in your room that night

“Bien joué, you have done well this past week”

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unfortunate-songbird · 2 years

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ok hear me out

what if April was older

pov you’re like 15, working your after school job at your local pet store, nbd

Then this guy walks in wearing a literal suit of armor. It’s bright blue. He’s got long pinkish hair and golden horns. Are those freaking gargoyles on his shoulders. he asks for four turtles.

Sure, whatever. New York be like that sometimes. You get him four turtles, different types. While you’re, like, ringing up the turtles or w/ever, he starts droning on about how he’s going to mutate them into the greatest warriors in the universe and use them to reclaim his peoples’ rightful place on the surface

you aren’t really paid enough for this, but honestly it’s either this or freaking McDonald’s, so you deal with it

guy takes his turtles and leaves

maybe you mostly forget

maybe it keeps you up a few nights, idk

you get fired four months later in an incident that Totally wasn’t your fault but the managers just saw thirty hamsters dyed bright pink and jumped to conclusions, yknow? That’s how it be sometimes

Anyways, picture about 3 years later

you pick up a part time delivery job at a pizza place. Not ideal, but when you’ve been blacklisted from the majority of businesses in your general area, beggars can’t be choosers. Anyways, a guy asks for 3 large pizzas. You can hear kids yelling in the background. He sounds tired. Mood. then he asks you to leave them in an alleyway near a manhole. uhhhhh

look, you’re dead inside from customer service, but you’ve still got a Little of that investigative spirit that got you expelled from that fancy smancy high school sophomore year

So you wait

A rat man (!!?!???) emerges from the sewer, holding a very small toddler that’s also a turtle (?!???!?)

Wait. wait. wait.

that guy from the pet store.

no way.

Anyways, it takes a lot of yelling, panic, a few ninja moves (??) and some really awful lies from the rat man, but they manage to talk it out. It helps when one bawling turtle kiddo quiets after a couple minutes of the April O’Neil flair. (For once’s she’s grateful for her many younger cousins)

besides, she’s basically their aunt at this point. She sold them to the goat man, so she kinda counts. She’s pretty sure Rat Man- Splints- is just glad to have some help wrangling the disasters. He pays her nicely for her services, which is great, so she drops the other jobs and babysits mutant turtles in the sewers. It’s weird, for sure, but it could be way worse.

Plus, they’re all so cute.

Raph is super helpful, always following her around and trying to participate in whatever she’s doing. It’s so cute watching him bite his lip as he carefully fills Mikey’s sippy cup with juice (April holding onto the carton to make sure he doesn’t spill everywhere)

Donnie is super smart already, eagerly recounting to April whatever cool facts he’s learned. April buys him some Legos to build stuff, and he’s over the moon about them. Mikey eats one of the pieces, leading to a few hours of panic and a lifelong hatred of people touching his stuff.

Leo is a little show off, always yelling “April, April!! Lookit this!!” (Those words have proceeded, to date: three broken bones (at least mutants heal quickly), two sprained ankles, a sprained wrist, a nasty cut down his leg, and more scraped up knees that April can count).

Mikey is much less of a daredevil on his own, but he’s quick to copy whatever dangerous stunt Leo is doing. He’s always easily mollified with colorful bandaids, though, and Leo has more than once abandoned a trick when he sees Mikey trying to attempt it too. His drawings cover both the lair’s fridge and April’s own.

((( idk what this was I just think it’s very cute. My brain went “haha Draxum in a pet shop” and then everything else happened. i don’t know where Splinter gets his money, but he obviously Has it. He doesn’t work, but the boys can still afford pizza and have allowances (I’m assuming, since it’s unlikely they have jobs to earn money, so whatever they get is probably from Splinter.) and also?? Electricity?? (Where do they get that)

anyway I have Many questions that are never answered about that)))

#rottmnt #rottmnt april #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #turtle tots #rottmnt au #april babysitter au

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kahlanmars · 10 months

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BAD FEELING part. 12

Hiiiiii! In the next chapter Haymitch will return. THANKS SO MUCHHHHH FOR THE COMMENTS!! Those made me soooo happyyyy!

MASTERLIST

*gif not mine* I was thinking about her as Daisy, with raven hair of course. Tell me what you think!

12. Friends

You wake up to the sunlight, even if you know that it is not really the sun. You’ve had some meat strings from Lora’s backpack for dinner so you are not starving, but you are still hungry in the morning. Good thing you are used to being hungry, thanks District 12 you guess. You wonder if there is any food left in the arena, if they put it in the arena or if you are supposed to kill a shark.

Stupid games. It was Perla’s turn to guard, and you see her, eyes open, a blank expression on her face. What the hell do they do to you, Perla?

«Ehi girl, we have to wake up.»

You don’t really want to wake up Lora, who’s curled up against you. She had the first turn to guard and she deserves a good sleep. She didn’t deserve to be in the games, she is so young.

“And you deserve it?”, a voice asks you in your mind. “You don’t deserve to get out of it alive?”. You have a mother too, a family too.

She believes in you. You could kill her right now and she believes in you so much she sleeps on your lap. It’s not safe. And that place is messing with your head so much you actually thought about it.

«Lora?» You tentatively ask, stroking her brown hair.

«Five minutes.» She begs, and you smile because she looks like a child.

«I usually am the spoiled baby, if I have to behave like a proper adult a little more I’ll go crazy.» You joke, whispering that in her ear, and she laughs. At least you made her laugh.

«Perla can be the adult.» She points out, and the blue eyed girl snorts.

«No way, I want to be as spoiled as you two are. Let’s stay here for another minute.» And with that decision she climbs on top of you and now the three of you are wrapped in a hug. It feels good to have a friend.

While you are here, stroking Lora and Perla’s hair, you begin to hear a sound. It’s a weird, low sound that you quite can’t put a finger on.

«Is that…?» You turn your head, and you immediately know that the jokes are to be put aside. You just forgot for a minute where you were.

«Water?» Perla guesses. You are not sure of what it is, but you know that the game masters don’t want you three to be where you are right now, and so they have to move you. That could mean death.

«Fuck.»

You begin to run, hands to hands to the girls until you lose each other. The noise is near now, and you can hear water coming down violently in a cascade. Are they trying to flood the caves? Because there is a shark out there and you don’t want to be in underwater caves.

«Do you know how to swim?» Perla yells, clearly worried. Perla is from the sea district, those kids know how to swim even before they know how to walk, they are little mermaids. In District 12 it is not mandatory to know how to swim, most people work in the mines, mostly men, and sometimes we hunt. Not you, tho, you don’t like to kill animals. Holly, however, was strict in her education and cautiously taught you all the skills that she could when you were a child. She used to say “One less thing that could harm you”, and that meant knowing herbs, basic survival skills like how to light a fire, and of course swimming in the lake.

«Yes!» You answer because you don’t want to worry the girl, and you can hear Lora giving her the same answer. Good, so you don’t have to protect each other.

You run and you prepare yourself to be hit by the water. You try to catch your breath, but it’s not easy, the water is violent and the impact is scary. You are dragged and you are almost sure you are going to die, the water is so cold it’s hard on your skin, you try to breathe without success and you don’t have any control on your body, that is being smacked around in the cave’s walls.

You can hear a voice, a familiar voice, the voice of the man that you love, your mother’s, your best friend. They are begging you, it doesn't suit them, they never beg. Stay alive, stay alive, stay alive.

The next moment you open your eyes your throat hurts like hell, like the moment when Clark tried to choke you. Your eyes don’t want to collaborate, as for a minute you can’t see anything apart from light. You don’t think you are dead, though, because there is no music, your whole body is killing you (and that would be unfair if you were already dead, wouldn’t it be?) and most importantly there is no food.

You spit water and you try to understand where you are. It is not ice, which is good considering there is a shark out there.

You are too scared of the shark. You have to remember that it’s not only a shark, it’s not a normal animal, it is released to have a shock effect when nobody is doing anything.

But then again, you are District Twelve, and it is almost mandatory that this year District Twelve doesn’t win, no matter what you did for Snow or how good you were in the parade and in the interview. Katniss plants confirmed that for you. It is probably why Snow used you to get rid of his political opponent, you were going to die in a week no matter what.

Still, this is not ice, this is artificial. You are in the Cornucopia.

That makes you alive, which is good, and exposed, which is bad. If anyone had a bow and an arrow you are dead, so you have to hide.

You have no idea where Perla and Lora are, you hope the water didn’t kill them and they are okay, but you don’t dare shout their names in the air.

You try to step up and you have to put a mouth on your hand not to scream. Your legs, your ribs, everything you could think of in your body hurt like hell. Still you have to get up if you don’t want to die, and you made a promise so you can’t, so you limp into the Cornucopia. This is, the Cornucopia is a small room that looks like an armoury. On the walls there are a lot of weapons, daggers, a bow and an arrow, a lot of empty spaces, and you immediately look at a pair of skates. You have to have them, to run on the ice.

You reach for them with your bare hands when you hear a noise behind you. You turn around, and you find the one person you don’t want to see.

«Clark.»

His eyes are spirited, like he has seen things he wasn’t ready to see. His shirt is open, revealing a huge scar that couldn’t be because of the Hunger Games. Daddy dearest, you think.

«Hello again, Daisy.»

His face has a huge scar and you don’t think he can see from the right eye.

He is still handsome, tho. Green eyes like his sisters, blonde hair. That could mean sponsors? Maybe they asked to specifically sponsor him and not the District, maybe now he is well fed and you are not.

«Clark, I don’t want to harm you. We can talk about it, ok? We can be allies.» You hate him in your guts, but if all the story in your head is true there is no need to die. Not for him, but for Dianna. For Madge, who is his cousin and you really like Madge. And because it would hurt Haymitch not to save him, and you love him.

«Oh, but the thing I want to harm you.» He grins and he traps you under his body. You try to scratch him with your nails and punch him in his lower parts, but it seems to be ineffective, he is too strong and too fit and too determined to kill you.

«You stupid, we could win!» You try to make him resonate with you, but you understand something. He is looking for an excuse to harm you. Your minds are simply different, you hate him but you don’t want to be the cause of his pain, he is absolutely sure you are a bad thing to extirpate, a bad plant he has to burn so it can’t convert the other poor plants in the district. It is an honour for him to be here at this moment.

«I will win, you will die.» He says it like it’s a fact already decided.

He wins, you lose.

No!, a voice tries to wake you. Fight! You can’t let him win, you can’t let him take away your life! You worked hard, you deserve it!

You thought the voice was Haymitch, or Holly, or maybe Effie. But you were wrong before. It’s your voice.

In that moment you don’t think about him, you think about Dianna, the little girl who was your best friend when you were kids, the beautiful girl with green eyes and blonde hair that kisses you on the cheek too much to be just a friend, your first kiss on the lips, so good, so delicate. You think about Dianna, beaten by her father because of your kiss, a black shadow around her eye, that cries and begs her father not to harm you while he is punching you in the stomach.

You were fourteen.

Clark was there, watching, and you still don’t know if he was disgusted by you or satisfied by his father’s actions.

He deserves it.

«Don’t worry, I will take care of your sister.» You whisper with your last straw of voice.

You take the skate and with the last straw of strength you cut his throat.

When Perla and Lora see you, they find you in a pool of blood, still in shock. You killed before, but you knew Clark. He wasn’t some Capitol Bastard who wanted to assault you and the other victors, and Snow didn’t order you to kill him or he would’ve harmed Effie and Haymitch.

He was a bastard, and he wanted to slaughter you. But he was from home, he hated Capitol, he hated the games.

You just know Dianna is crying right now at home, maybe her parents are giving the blame to her because you killed him. All the people in the district hate you now? Because you took Clark away from them? Holly will not be proud. She will look you in the eyes and she will realise that the girl that she raised is not there anymore and now you are nothing but a murderer. You know how they watch Haymitch when he is in the market, even he buys something from everyone everyday with his victor’s money to help them. They respect him, but they fear him. They are well aware he is capable of killing people to save himself, that he has blood on his hands.

And Haymitch, saints, Haymitch. He was trying to save Clark from death, he was trying to save the both of you from the death and you of all people burned his plan to the ground. Will he hate you too? You don’t want to be hated by the person you are in love with, but maybe you deserve it.

You are a murderer. Again.

«I am sorry…» You whisper without any strength in your voice and you watch them with watery eyes. «I didn’t want to… I didn’t, he was from home…»

«I know, I know.» Perla carries you up, away from the body.

«They will hate me, tributes don’t kill tributes from their district.» You are lost, still clearly upset, and even if you tell yourself to shut up your mouth doesn’t want to listen to you. You shake so much it hurts. Lora looks at you with her big brown eyes and you think that maybe she can see the monster too now, the charade is finished.

«Listen to me, ehi, listen to me.» She says instead. You try to watch her, really look at her, without thinking things.

She keeps going. «You did what you had to do. These are the Hunger Games, not peek a boo. Everybody knows that, and nobody will think you are a bad person. He was going to kill you, wasn’t he?»

You nod. «Yes.» You whisper.

«Yes.» She repeats and she hugs you tight. «You think you can carry a weapon?»

You have to if you want to live.

«I don’t know if I can stay up.» You admit. All the bones in your body don’t cooperate.

«You can’t?» Perla comes closer, and she is worried, almost angry. «You are sure you can’t?»

«No, I’m not but… I think I’ve got a broken rib or something like that.»

They look at each other. And then Lora talks. «If we want to do it it’s better to do it now.»

«It’s too soon.» Perla debates.

«It’s now or never!»

You can feel the fear growing in your body. Are they going to kill you? Are they deciding if they want to kill you now in front of you? Well, it is fair. You can’t go away, you are traumatised, your legs won’t cooperate to save you. And you don’t have a weapon in your hand, the skates are near Clark’s body, away from you.

But why save you before? «Don’t, please.» You try to beg, and tears start streaming down your face.

You don’t want to die, but you don’t stand a chance against two people who are not harmed and maybe they also have a dagger.

«Daisy we don’t… we don’t want to…» Perla starts, but you are scared. You are terrified. You knew the day was going to come, that an ally in the hunger games is not a forever ally, but you thought the careers or the shark would have come sooner than them. You don’t want to be killed off by your friends.

Are you naive? To you, they are friends. You shared a dramatic experience, it’s not something you can share with everybody.

«Don’t come any closer!» You shout and you try with all your strength to stand up, only to collapse a moment after.

«Don’t be stupid we are not trying to kill you.» She keeps saying. Is it not like she would say “Oh yeah, we are about to plan your death.”

You can’t do anything but back away. And back away, and back away.

«Don’t come closer to the ice!» Lora shouts. She seems scared, and you are torn. In the water there is something you know is just begging for you to come near. The game makers are probably waiting for the District 12 girl to die, after Clark.

«It’s the shark or you!» You yell back.

«Daisy. Try to hold on as much as you can.» Perla tells you, and you suddenly remember Primrose’s words after the reaping.

“Like Uncle Haymitch alway says”, try to hold on as much as you can, the little girl said after a hug. How could she know that?

And the world begins to shake. And you feel a sudden pain on the nape and everything turns black.

#fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch imagine #haymitch x fem!reader #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy x you #the hunger games #haymitch x reader #bad feeling #woody harrelson #daisy pinecone

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helloo this is my first time requesting so hopefully its not confusing🧌

can i request fluff prompt number 2 and comfort number 9? with draco malfoy

so like basically y/n is kind to everyone including malfoy and y/n has a crush on him and draco asks “why do you love me?” (prompt 2 )and y/n’s like “because i believe theres something good in you” then walks away and draco had this weird feeling and he cant get y/n off his mind and starts liking her then when draco became a death eater y/n found out but she still decided to love him just the way he is and shes always there for draco even tho hes kind of mean to her (prompt 9) and he kinda likes her but dont know how to express hes feelings

im sorry if this is cringe 😞

Of course my love! So sorry if this is late, but, I had such a fun time writing this, so thank you!!

Prompts: Fluff 2: "Why do you love me?" Comfort 9: "I love you okay? Nothing will ever change that."

I See You-Draco Malfoy (request)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Maybe bad writing cause I haven't written a fanfic in a while, I've been working on my own story.

A/N: Also, let me know if I should make a series regarding one of the Harry potter characters, I'm going between Ron and Draco right now!!

Y/n. They were known around the school for being the kindest person in Ravenclaw, most people liked them, all except a few. Draco Malfoy in particular wasn’t so fond of Y/n. He hated the way they smiled at everyone, how they never stood up for themselfyet stood up for everyone else. He hated how innocent they seemed and the way their eyes sparkled when they talked about traveling the world.

Ever since they were in their potions class together in 3rd year, Y/n knew they felt something for Draco. They heard his laugh from across the room and saw his charming smile and knew from then on that they were truly in love. Everything Draco did left them in a trance, even when Draco wasn’t so nice to them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Fifth Year*

The sound of people yelling, laughing and talking didn’t seem to phase Y/n as they sat at the courtyard, drawing underneath a tree. They had been working on a particularly difficult picture that had taken them a couple of days to even get the base sketch down, and they were finally finishing it. They had drown out all the noise of people talking so much that they hadn’t even noticed the sound of Draco’s heavy footsteps approaching them.

“What could you possible be so focused on?” y/n tensed up at the sound of Draco’s voice, they weren’t expecting Draco out of nowhere, causing them to jump slightly and blush slightly at his mocking tone. They murmured some words, some words Draco could not understand.

“I can’t hear you when you don’t talk L/n.” He smirked. Draco was aware of Y/n’s feelings for him, he had known ever since he had heard them talking about it in Herbology last year. Since then, he had decided to make them lose their feelings for him, he had hated the idea of people liking him, or even liking someone back knowing how his path was set for him, he didn’t want to bring anyone into this mess he had to fulfill.

“I said I'm drawing! I have to focus, it's a gift for Hermione.” Y/n first spoke with confidence, but, slowly their words got lost in translation as they had felt bad for shouting at Draco.

“A gift? For the mudblood? How ridiculous! You would draw something for someone like that?” Draco mocked. Before Y/n had the chance, Draco grabbed the sketchbook from their hands and looked at the drawing.

“Malfoy Stop! Give that back!” Y/n tried their best to get their drawing back from him, but all he did was dodge them, moving from side to side.

“This is horrid! What is this supposed to be? A rat? Or maybe it’s a self Portrait?” Draco laughed to himself, but Y/n didn’t laugh. The words had hurt them, had cut them deep. They knew he was probably only doing it to make them mad, but nonetheless, the poison words coming from him choked them, slowly tearing away their confidence.

“That's not nice Malfoy.” Was all Y/n could say. The cockiness in Draco’s eyes got bigger as he laughed at them.

“That's all you have to say? How pathetic.” And with his words, he threw the sketchbook into a nearby puddle. Y/n just stared at the puddle, watching as the pages slowly soaked up the water, causing the ink to run across the pages. They couldn’t help but slowly feel their throat close and their eyes start to water as they watched the drawing slowly get ruined by the dirty water. They slowly looked over at Draco and mustered up a small smile. “That’s okay, I needed a new one anyways.” Was all they said before walking past Draco and picking up the sketchbook. “I’ll see you in Potions Malfoy.”

Draco watched as they walked away, in shock. He had just ruined their sketchbook, something that took lots of time and effort into creating and they didn’t even say anything.

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Draco couldn’t help but feel bad the next couple of weeks. He thought about the way he just threw the sketchbook, and how Y/n just didn’t react. When they saw each other in the halls, Y/n would flash Draco a quick smile, and a wave before going back to whatever they were doing. During their shared classes together, Y/n would also often help Draco if he needed something. All these kind gestures made Draco’s head spin in confusion, even though he had just been mean to them weeks prior, they had the courage to still treat him decent? Draco couldn’t stop the feeling of guilt striking him more and more everyday. So he decided to confront Y/n about it.

One day after class, Draco had dragged Y/n (more rough than he had wanted) into an empty hallway to finally ask their the question that had been on his mind since he had ruined their sketchbook.

“Why?” Was all he said. He felt like his throat had been closed, restricting him from saying anything else. But, when Y/n only looked at him with confusion, he continued. “Why are you so nice to me? After everything I did, and everything I said. I ruined your sketchbook, tripped you in the halls, I’ve even blamed you for things you never even did. Yet you still take the blame for it and treat me kindly every single time. Why?”

Y/n felt a wave of heat rush over them. They had never planned on confessing the true reason as to why they had been so kind to Draco, but now was a better time than never.

“Well, I do love you Draco, and-”

“Then why do you love me? Why do you continue to love me even though I’m such a horrible person.”

“Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” y/n responded. Draco looked at them, and he stared. Not because he was confused, but because he had not noticed how eloquently Y/n spoke. Words flew from their mouth like the drop of rain, and had the sweetness of honey when they reached his ear.

“What?”

“Draco, I see you. I see you as you are. I see good in you and I see someone that is hiding beneath all that tough exterior. You just have to let him out.”

Draco looked and watched as Y/n slowly walked away. He couldn’t fathom how someone who he had never shown an ounce of kindness too, could read and see inside him so well. He felt his heart skip a beat as he remembered the words Y/n had spoken to him, his heart raced and his palms started to sweat. He felt weird, silly even. He had never felt this way about someone ever before, Nor did he really want to.

But despite his efforts, the next few weeks got only harder for him. The stress of his father making him a death eater, killing dumbledore, and his feelings for Y/n had ridden him with such a burden that he could not even focus in his classes anymore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*sixth year*

Draco stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t believe what he had become. He stared at the mark on his arm in disgust as he felt tears run down his face. He had seated himself in an empty classroom, away from all people. Except for one.

Y/n had entered the room five minutes before Draco arrived, they had wanted a quiet place to draw, but they knew that Draco needed this space more. They knew they probably should have just made a quick run for the door, but seeing Draco quietly cry to himself made Y/n’s heart break.

They quietly put their hand on Draco’s shoulder, and whispered his name. He knew immediately who it was and his heart stopped. He didn’t even question if he was right, he just stood up and engulfed Y/n in the tightest hug he could. Both Y/n and Draco’s hearts skipped a beat. Y/n hugged Draco tighter and let him cry into their chest, while slowly rubbing his head.

After a while Draco had calmed down he let go of y/n, still keeping them in his arms, just hugging them a little less tight. He looked them in the eyes and swallowed back his pride.

“You still love me? After all these years of being mean to you and your friends. After all I’ve done? After all I've become?” Y/n looked down at his arm, they gasped slightly at the mark but did not say anything. They rubbed his arm, bringing it up to their mouth and kissing the whole of the mark slowly. Before looking up at Draco with the softest gaze she could give him.

“I see you Draco, I see you as you are. Not what burdens you. I love you Okay? Nothing will ever change that.” Draco sighed lightly, letting Y/n continue. “Love is the only force capable of turning an enemy into a friend. Martin Luther King Jr.” They smiled as they repeated the words back to him that they had spoken so long ago. Draco laughed to himself as he held Y/n’s face in his hands.

“Thank you. For seeing me. Thank you for loving me.”

#draco fanfiction #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco angst #harry potter angst #draco harry potter #x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter drabble #harry potter fluff #draco fluff

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𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚡 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏)

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @thejinxer101

~𝟹𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚟~

~𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝟷𝟶~

It was a normal Saturday you were hanging out with your friend rocky he was basically your only friend because you are kinda a antisocial kid

Everyone thinks your kinda weird and the only one who dared to talk to you was rocky and you have been friends every since!

The great thing is you lived across from rocky so you basically saw him 24/7 you also had a little tree in your front yard that had a swing

You were on the swing while rocky was climbing the tree “how can you get up there? it seems hard!” You asked you were never the type that liked nature or outdoors that much you mostly stayed in your house and read books the only true reason you go outside is because of rocky

“Well it’s pretty easy!” Rocky said smiling “I can help you up here if you want” rocky said “sure!” You said getting off the swing then rocky pulled you up the tree

“Woah it’s so cool up here!” You said a little excited “yep it’s fun climbing trees!” Rocky said as you both sat in the tree “how do you get out of the tree?” You asked “you just jump out!” Rocky said “oh ok” you said still sitting in the tree “y/n dinner” your parents called “oh I have to go now” you said “okay!” Rocky said “bye y/n!” He said “bye rocky!” You said jumping out of the tree

~𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎~

After dinner your parents wanted to talk to you about something but you didn’t know what it was you were a little nervous you were in trouble but this news would change your life forever!

“What is it mom and dad?” You asked “well don’t get upset…” your dad said “why would I be upset?” You asked “we are moving…” your mom said “noooo!” You said on the verge of tears “don’t cry sweetie!” Your dad trying to comfort you “I don’t wanna leave rocky!” You yelled crying “you will make lots of new friends” your mom said trying to be supportive “no I won’t!” You yelled crying “also why do we have to move anyways?” You said still crying “we can’t afford this house anymore” your dad said “so we have to move to a small apartment that is cheaper” your mom said “okay….” You said still crying then you went to your room

~𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘~

It was moving day aka the worst day of your entire life!

You had to leave your best friend aka your only friend you’ll probably ever have! And also you had to move to a small apartment which makes it 100x worse!

You were sitting on the porch of your house trying not to cry then rocky walked across the road to your house “hey y/n…” he said trying not to cry “hey rocky…” you said trying your hardest not to cry “I’m going to miss you forever!” Rocky said crying “me too!” You said crying standing up “you promise you will always remember and write me letters every single day!” You asked crying “y-yeah” rocky said crying “y/n time to leave!” Your parents said “bye rocky…” you said “bye y/n…” rocky said crying then you got in the car

~𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢~

It has been 13 years since moving day you are now 23 and surprisingly rocky kept his promise to send letters every day wether it’s random or about his day working at lackadaisy (he told you he work at lackadaisy a long time ago as he couldn’t keep a secret from his best friend) you decided you were going to move back to Mississippi and surprise rocky

You were waiting in your train with your luggage in your hand you were half asleep because you were too excited to sleep last night

Then you heard the loud sound of the breaks from the train which made you jump a little then you got up going on to the train

You were super excited as you sat there looking out the window you couldn’t wait to see rocky again and to catch up on everything that happened while you were gone just thinking about it made you do a tiny squeal from excitement but you tried not to be too loud but you were basically screaming on the inside (from excitement ofc)

When the train finally stopped you got off super excited then you realized it was super late and you couldn’t see rocky right away

You very kinda sad because of this but you knew you needed sleep before you went to see rocky

You went to your hotel got settled in and decided to go to sleep

~𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢~

You got out of bed and realized it was the next day

You jumped out of bed quickly grabbing your clothes getting dressed quickly then you ran out the door

You were too excited to eat or do anything you wanted to see rocky right now

It felt like millions of years since you have seen rocky and you were very excited to see him and not have to leave again

You ran out of your hotel room as fast as possible you didn’t care if people looked at you for running that fast you didn’t care too much

Then started walking out into the busy streets of Mississippi you had to walk as there was too many people and you didn’t not want to hurt anyone

Then you finally saw the little daisy cafe sign “bingo!” You said walking into the cafe then you scanned the room to see if rocky was there

You saw what you thought was rocky he looked very different from when you last saw him ‘wow he looks different…’ you thought to yourself blushing

You saw rocky and felt a little different then when you did when you were 10 a feeling you had never felt before about anyone you have ever met

Was it…love? You decided to sit at the booth behind him so you were nearer to him

You saw him eating pancakes which you thought was adorable but you continued to watch him trying to decide when the perfect time was

When he got done with his pancakes a second before he left you walked over “surprise” you said smiling “y/n!” Rocky said smiling hugging you tightly “I can’t breathe rocky…” you said then rocky put you done then you started gasping for air “you look different” rocky said blushing a little “you do too” you said “so y/n what are you doing here?” Rocky asked “well I’m moving back here” you said “for real!?” Rocky asked “for real” you said smiling “hooray!” Rocky said hugging you but not as tight “I will be getting a apartment soon” you said “for now I will be staying in a hotel” you added “oh that’s good!” Rocky said smiling “anyways we have so much to catch up on!” You said very excited

~𝟼 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛~

You and rocky have become closer and closer over the 6 months you have been in Mississippi and both you and rocky have developed feelings romantic feelings rocking decided he was going to confess to you next time he was going to see you… well he has been saying that for months but this time he was going to actually do it! But funny enough you decided to confess to him next time you see him!

“Y/n it’s nice to see you!” Rocky said smiling “we see each other every day basically” you said laughing “but this time it’s extra nice to see you today!” Rocky said smiling “y/n can I tell you something?” Rocky asked “I have to tell you something too!” You said laughing a little about how ironic it was you both had to tell each other something and even more ironic it’s going to be that your both going to tell each other the same thing! But you didn’t know that part yet! “Okay let’s say it at the same time!” You said “good idea!” Rocky said “3…2…1” you said “I have a crush on you!” You both said at the same time “wait you do?” Rocky said a little confused “wasn’t if obvious!” You said laughing a little “I’m slightly surprised you have a crush on me!” You said laughing “ well your a very attractive person” he said smiling “you flatter me” you said smiling blushing a little “well are we together now?” Rocky asked then you kissed him

“Obviously!”

The end

((Thanks for reading also requests are still open!))

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #fanfic #writing #rocky x reader #tracy j. butler #requested

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For Xanxus x Squalo/XS Fans

So I'm writing a fic where Xanxus and Squalo both die, but wake up back in the past. Both never having really confessed to the other and now so used to life with the Varia rather than the lives they have as tweens/young teens decide to basically fast forward the events of their lives. Neither one knows that the other remembers their last life as well and it's going to be pretty headcanon heavy.

But I'm struggling with the first chapter. Under cut I'm going to post the first few paragraphs and I'd love some feedback if anyone is willing.

TW for main character death.

A fight to the death was an honorable way for any assassin, especially a swordsman, to go. Yet Squalo can’t find himself happy about his current situation. He wants to get up and keep fighting, but no part of his body is responding. There’s a dull buzzing in his ears and he can hear the faded yells of his teammates. Maybe they were taunting him with the fact he wasn’t Varia Quality anymore or maybe they were nagging him for getting so hurt yet again or… The worst possibility was the idea they could be begging him to stay with them, crying out in a futile attempt to save his life. He feels unpleasantly chill even when his blurry eyes can vaguely make out Lussuria’s sun flames being pressed against his bleeding wound. Though, through the fading in and out, he can feel a familiar grip on his hair. Xanxus wasn’t yanking it, more holding as much of the Rain flame’s silvery hair in his grasp as he could. The usually loud swordsman wants to laugh, but all that falls from his lips are mostly pathetic puffs of air. The dark haired Sky presses the hair against his face, much like a child hiding behind their security blanket when trying to avoid a cruel reality life is throwing at them.

Was his boss crying? Was Xanxus really so upset he’s leaving him? At the very least, he can yell loudly with pride in hell that he never failed his promise to his Sky. Even if eternal damnation and torture awaits him the moment he’s finally gone from this life, he can bear it all since in a way, he kept his vow to the man he loves so dear… Squalo’s eyes close slowly as he accepts his fate, vaguely hearing Xanxus’ voice yelling at him though it sounds like the man is trying to yell through water or thick jello.

“Don’t you go…!...Shitty Shark…!...”

The rest of the dark haired man’s words were unintelligible to him now in this state. Now Squalo simply waits for whatever afterlife awaits him. Being a born and raised Italian, he expects some form of Christianity hell for someone like him. Yet… There’s nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing. He feels warm again, like he’s laying in some luxurious bed. He knows damn well the Varia has never had enough money to blow on fancy sheets and blankets and memory foam filled mattresses. Not to mention the Rain flame is also pretty damn sure there’s no way his team could’ve revived him unless they let him become some Vindice like zombie.

“Hey, get up, lei!”

A grating, young girl's voice yells at him. He was painfully familiar with the owner of said voice, his shitty little sister Delfino. Last he’d talked to her, she was the Cavallone Famiglia’s Rain Guardian and she didn’t sound so child-like. The swordsman opens his blue-grey eyes slowly and looks around. The room he was in was his childhood bedroom… For a moment he’d assume he’s some weird heaven until he makes eye contact with his sister.

“The fuck to do you want, voi?!”

Squalo snaps at her, making Delfino gasp and flinch a little.

“Lei!! Fine if you want to be late for school I don’t care!!”

School?! He’s a grown man-... Squalo quickly gets up and looks at himself in the mirror, horror dawning on him as he finds his 12 year old self staring back at him. So that makes Delfino only 10 which explains her sounding and looking so young… This also explains the school comment.

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr xanxus #khr squalo #xanxus x squalo

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God of Cowboys and Fools - Chapter Two

“Untie me!” I command.

Arthur Lester gives me a look so dry it could crack my lip again. “No.”

He dares! “I command you!”

“And then you’d what? Attack me?” says he.

I hadn’t considered that. “No. What I want from you must be given freely.”

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup event! Art by @futuresoon.

>>> READ ON AO3 OR BELOW <<<

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Chapter Two

I think gods aren’t supposed to go dark. I don’t know for sure; I know so little, honestly, having existed for about four hours now. But this? Going dark feels wrong. Anathema. The antithesis of what I am.

You know what doesn’t help? That damn voice yelling at me. Swinging between My glorious King and You stupid shit, basically, with varying phrasing. Whatever. I ignore him and open my eyes.

Huh. Where the fuck is this? It’s a fucking cave? I’m in a cave?

No, a mine, says the voice, sounding disgruntled.

Well, I’m disgruntled, too! I'm the one tied down.

It is indeed a cave, dug from the earth, lit with deep yellow torches along the walls. I’m on a table or something equally uncomfortable, and I’m strapped tight. Every movement I make echoes, like my shadow is mimicking me a moment too late. Experiment proves I can’t pull any of these stupid fucking human limbs free, and I cry out in frustration. “Fuck!”

“You didn’t say please,” comes a crisp (English, my weird memory asserts) voice.

I look. There is Arthur Lester, backlit by torchlight. He stands by the wall, before a table piled with indeterminate tools, arms crossed, hood back, studying me out of arm’s reach.

Which doesn’t matter, because my arms aren’t doing anything. “How dare you!”

“I’d heard the King in Yellow met an unpleasant end today,” said Arthur Lester, not moving, not bowing, not doing anything he should for one who knows so much. “The aetheric resonance has sent the Dreamlands into chaos. The vacuum is unbelievable. I was just debating going to sleep for a thousand years or so until it blows over… and here you are, claiming to be him, and pitiful about it.”

“Pitiful!” I’ll tear his face off. In fact, he should know. “I’ll tear your face off!”

“No, I don’t think you will,” he says, and comes over.

I snarl with everything in me and struggle against the ropes.

Calm down, my King. If you convince him you’ll work with him, he’s more likely to let his guard down.

But he’s trapped me! Tied me! How dare he! “I am a god!” I snarl at him.

“A god who needs a shave and some water,” says Arthur Lester, leaning over me. This close, he has a face I can’t quite understand; he’s young and old at the same time, face lined, but somehow appealing in spite of that. The solid blue-gray of his eyes is incredible. He looks like a man not to fuck with, like someone who would wear that exact same expression if he slit my human throat… but under all that cold-hearted self, there is something beautiful.

This man has power. Everything I hoped for is confirmed.

Don’t jump to conclusions, says the voice.

Shut up. “What do you plan to do?”

“Well. Mostly, figure you out,” Arthur says. “You’re not human, in spite of the flesh you wear, but you can’t possibly be a Great Old One, either. For one thing, my attack wouldn’t have landed.”

“Then why did you do it?” I say, because that makes the action illogical.

“Because you fucking scared me,” he says without a trace of arrogance, and touches my chin to tilt my head back and forth. “Where did you get this body?”

“I don’t know.” He can see that? “How do you know it isn’t mine? It’s mine now!” I add, in case of larcenous ideas.

He smirks and touches my desert-dry lips.

That hurt! My lip is split. It’s sharp and surprising; I cry out, and I taste blood.

“Because you fit into it like a grown man into a suit meant for a child,” he says, and walks over to his table with my blood on his fingers. “You’re spilling out all over. It’s a miracle the damn thing hasn’t burst open like some kind of horrible flower.” He fucks around over there, clinking glass, then returns with a glass of water.

I stare at the water. Lick my split lip (ow). “Oh.” Don’t like that. “That sounds ugly.”

“It is. Drink.”

My face grows… so hot. So hot, burning. Ugly! I don’t want to be ugly. I’m not ugly! I’ve never been ugly!

Have I?

Never, great one, the voice assures me, and I think it's sincere.

“Calm down,” says Arthur Lester. “You look like a fucking boiled tomato.”

“I’m not ugly,” I tell him.

“The body isn’t. Drink.”

I knew I wasn’t. “No. What is it?”

He sighs. “It’s water. Your body was already dehydrated. Just drink.”

I wouldn’t, says the voice.

Tell me what to do, will you, voice? “Gimme.”

Arthur Lester reaches under my head and lifts, supporting it as he touches the glass to my lips.

So this is drinking! Oh, I like drinking! The water is cold and tastes divine, and my whole body seems to respond with pleasure, demanding, absorbing. I make a happy sound.

“What an odd thing you are,” says Arthur Lester.

I glare at him over the glass (though of course, I keep drinking. My water. Mine.)

“Whatever you are, you’re a mystery,” he says, “and here’s where I have to decide whether it’s wiser to cut my losses and kill you, or take the risk and do some investigation.”

Tread carefully, my King.

I lick my lips. The glass is empty. “I have finished my water,” I say.

“Yeah, you have,” Arthur says, looking amused.

How dare. “You’d be a fool to harm me. I came to you because I need help, and I will trade for it.”

“You informed me in front of two dozen men and at least half a dozen women that I was your slave,” he says dryly.

Will my face ever stop burning? “I… thought that would guarantee your help.”

He stares at me. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Why wouldn’t it? Who I am, established. Who you are to me, established. Then I could ask you for what I need, and you’d give it!”

He stares harder. Leans in. “Funny question,” he says. “What’s the first thing you remember?”

I blink. “First thing?”

“Ever. In your life.” His robe brushes my tied wrist, my hand. I’m surprised at how soft it is; it looks rough.

“Uh,” I say.

Don’t tell him the truth!

Well, what else am I supposed to do? “Waking up in the desert.”

“When?”

“Today.”

His eyes go enormous, and I realize that the blue-silver disks have a dark limbal ring, stunning and beautiful. “You’re a fucking baby,” he says.

I growl. “I am no baby,” I inform him, this foolish human wizard who has what I need. “I am older than your sun, older than your seas! I was before this galaxy began its drain-swirl toward entropy and its fucking crunchy end!”

“‘Fucking crunchy end,’” he repeats, absolutely deadpan.

I stare. “It’s going to!”

“I’m aware. I just. Kind of expected that to end a little more poetic, after that beginning.”

I hiss.

“Calm down. I won’t kill you now. I’m too curious. What do you call yourself?”

“I am the King in Yellow!” I pronounce deep in my chest.

“You’re not, though,” he says gently. “You’re objectively not. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say you were… part of him.”

I gasp, but not because of what he said. His words brought it back.

Sharp, tearing, burning, terrifying, painful, searing, torn from self and safety and sanity to some wailing incompleteness, mewling and pitiful and powerful and galactic, leaking and weeping and innocent and cruel.

I tore. I tore away from god. I—

“Whoa. Easy,” says Arthur Lester, his silver-blue eyes so wide, his hands up as though in surrender, or shock. “Easy there. What the fuck did I say?”

“Part of him?” I choke out, and this human voice breaks, and these human eyes leak, and I don’t know what’s happening, except that it’s bad. “I am all that’s left of him.”

“All right,” he says evenly, calmly, clearly trying to work through it. “All right. Okay. This is a lot. Hold on.”

Easy for him to say! “Untie me!” I command.

Arthur Lester gives me a look so dry it could crack my lip again. “No.”

He dares! “I command you!”

“And then you’d what? Attack me?” says he.

I hadn’t considered that. “No. What I want from you must be given freely.”

“And what is that?” he says, eyebrows high.

“Instruction.”

Arthur Lester laughs. “Instruction?”

“Why is that so strange?” I snarl. “Yes! Instruction!”

“For what?” he yells.

“How to live forever!” I yell back.

Arthur Lester sighs. “Okay. Wow. Wow. Hold on.” He turns away. “Wow. Hold on.”

Why is everyone confused by this? “You’re immortal!”

“Some say,” he murmurs, facing the torches.

“And I need to be! What is the problem here?”

He turns. “Where did you wake up?”

I frown. “I don’t know. Far away. It took me hours to come to you. To find you.”

He frowns, too. “How did you find me?”

“I woke with your name in my head, and I could see you like a star on the horizon.”

He stares.

Fool! says the voice.

Fuck you, voice. I’m doing what I have to here.

“That carries all manner of problems,” Arthur Lester says.

“Why?” I demand.

He proceeds to count off his fingers. “One, why the fuck did you know my name when you woke up as a piece of a god? Two, why the fuck did you know where I was as a piece of a god? Three, why the fuck do you think you know what I can offer you as a piece of a god?”

Do humans speak entirely in questions? “I know your name because I know magic, and I know power, and yours is on the wind,” I say.

“The wind,” he repeats, deadpan.

“Yeah.”

A moment passes. “Yellow, what in fuck does that mean?”

“I don’t know! You asked a question and I answered!” Why does it feel bad that he didn’t like my answer? “And don’t call me Yellow! I am H’aaztre, the King in Yellow, the Unspeakable—”

“You’re a piece of him,” says this infuriating man, and his voice is low and rough, and his face is tight. “I’m not going to call you his name. You’re not him. Answer the rest of my questions.”

Why did that hurt, too? I don’t know! I don’t know! “Then what are you going to call me?” I bellow.

“How the fuck should I know? Pick a name! And answer my damn questions!” he bellows back.

Fine! I can answer his questions! “I knew where you were the same way you know where the fucking sun is, okay?” I snap, and I don’t know why I’m feeling ways about all this, but I am. “I feel you!”

He stares. “That’s not good.”

“Yes it is! I found you!” I have to sniffle. My human nose is leaking! What the fuck?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he says, pulls out a handkerchief, and dabs at my eyes. Then he holds it to my nose. “Blow.”

This brain knows how to do that. So I do.

(At least the voice is silent throughout. This is embarrassing.)

“My third question?” says Arthur. He snaps the handkerchief out with one sharp shake, and suddenly, it’s clean and dry. He tucks it back into his robe.

Why I know what he can offer me. “Because you’re the most powerful. I know you’re the one who can tell me what to do.”

“What to do about… living forever?” he says.

“Yes,” I say.

He stares.

“This is a body I’ve created,” I say. “I made it from pieces. From the cultists who were there, who sacrificed themselves in… whatever took place. I don’t really know what took place. I don’t fully remember. But I put body parts together, and I know it isn’t stable. I can feel it. It’s aging. It’s vulnerable to disease. Something fucking stupid like sunlight can harm it. I need your help.”

He stares harder. “You’re mortal?”

“I have to assume so! I’m in a fucking human body!”

You damn fool.

Oh, shut up. You’re not here, in this situation, dealing with my troubles.

Arthur opens his mouth, exhales so sharply that his cheeks puff like a child’s, and then he turns around and goes to the table behind him.

“Hey!” I say. “I answered you!”

“I need some fortification,” he says, taking up a flask, and proceeds to chug.

[chapter three] [masterpost]

#malevolent #malevolent fic #malevolent au #god of cowboys and fools #malevolent madness mixup #john x arthur

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A Few Little Love Affairs - also on A03

Mox is overwhelmed: he's the best man in Seth and Roman's wedding with a chaotic toddler. He's due to blow off some steam.

In honor of the anniversary of my first posted wrestling fic, here have a HangMox! It's an outtake from the Mamma Mia AU of something that happened with Mox when Wheeler was a tiny munchkin. It also fills my second to last bingo square, O2! Title from Lay All Your Love On Me by Abba, of course.

Mox is getting ready to check on Seth after a frantic text when he hears the patter of familiar feet running down the hallway of the little apartment he’s rented with Eddie since he was pregnant with Wheeler.

“Daddy, where’s Uncle Seffie?”

Mox turns to see Wheeler peering up at him, brown eyes giant and curious. Eddie, at the very least, got Wheeler out of his pajamas and into clothes presentable enough for the rehearsal dinner in an hour. “Oh, hey, Potato.” He picks Wheeler up and settles him on his hip. “What are you doing out here?”

“Uncle Eddie says he’s having a…” Wheeler pauses and frowns. Mox kisses him on the cheek. “Daddy, what’s a hissy fit?”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to anything Uncle Eddie says,” he tells Wheeler and kisses him on the nose. “And, uh. Well, everything Uncle Sethy does is a hissy fit, basically.”

“It’s being big mad?” Wheeler asks. He snuggles his face into Mox’s shoulder.

“Yeah, exactly,” Mox says, pulling Wheeler in close. He’s glad he’s been working arms lately – the kid is tall for a three year old. “It’s being big mad and extra annoying about it.”

Wheeler sighs, wiggling so Mox is forced to hold him in front of himself.

“Tater tot, I need to go take care of some stuff for Uncle Sethy before dinner,” he says. “You wanna come with or hang out with Eddie?”

“With you,” Wheeler says.

“Please take him with you,” Eddie yells. “I gotta get my ass in a shower.”

Wheeler swings himself to the side. “I go with Daddy,” he says firmly, sounding surprisingly confident for a child who is upside down.

“I can’t carry you like this,” Mox says, laughing. “You want up on my shoulders?”

“Yes, peas!”

“Please,” Mox says. “Add that l in there, kiddo. It’s part of your name.”

“Different l,” Wheeler says as Mox swings him around to sit on his shoulders. “Wheeler l stays, peas l not for Wheelers.”

“I – okay.” Mox chuckles. “Toddler logic is weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“I hate that Eddie taught you that response, but okay.”

They make their way to the elevator, Mox adjusting Wheeler so he doesn’t manage to hit his head on the elevator frame and Wheeler giggles as he points to Mox’s face in the metal reflection, putting his hands over Mox’s eyes and moving them.

“You playing peek-a-boo with yourself?” Mox asks.

“No, Daddy. I playing with you, duh.”

Mox frowns. “Saying ‘duh’ isn’t very nice, Wheels.”

Wheeler goes all big eyed and cute, then drops his head down and hugs Mox’s head, meeting his eyes in the reflection. “Sorry, Dad.”

Mox’s heart does a weird little twist – Wheeler’s called him Dad a few times, and every time it feels more grown up, more adult. “No problem, little man,” he says.

He swings Wheeler down for a moment as they walk through the elevator and toward the door. Wheeler starts playing the drums on his legs as Mox tries to get him into his seatbelt.

“Calm down, Tater,” Mox says. “I don’t want to pinch you.”

Wheeler pauses, his hands in the air. “Daddy, you’re killing my beat.”

Mox snorts. “Eddie teach you to say that?”

Wheeler shakes his head. “Uncle Seth.”

“Course he did.”

When they make their way to the venue, after ten minutes of Wheeler playing the drums to every song that pops up on the radio, and Wheeler decides he wants to be on Mox’s shoulders to walk into the venue. It’s a beautiful farm, with trees lining the area, a barn for the receptions, a small office building and a building that has to be for ceremonies.

“Your Daddy’s never getting married, Tater tot,” Mox says, patting Wheeler’s leg. “Too much work.”

“Okay,” Wheeler says, completing missing the conversation. “Look! Cows!”

When they walk into the barn and through to get to the outside part where the ceremony will be held, Seth is pacing frantically.

“Oh, thank – um.” He pauses, frowning. “Wheeler?”

“He wanted to come with,” Mox says. He reaches up and swings Wheeler down. “Apparently Eddie wasn’t able to keep him under control and take a shower at the same time.”

Wheeler takes that moment to swing upside down and grab Mox’s leg, biting.

“Ow!” Mox says. “Stop that!”

Wheeler giggles and swings back up like it’s nothing.

“You’re still biting, sweet potato?” Seth asks, poking Wheeler in the ribs until he giggles. “I thought you promised you’d stop.”

Wheeler presses his smile into Mox’s chest. “Wasn’t a real bite,” he mutters. “A funny bite! No teeth.”

“Felt like teeth,” Mox mutters. “Anyway. What do you need?”

Seth’s smile immediately drops. “Um.”

“Cold feet?” Mox asks, swinging Wheeler around to his back. “Your mom acting weird? Ro’s mom acting weird?”

“No,” Seth says, pacing. “Yes. I don’t know.” He looks up at Mox. “I should have eloped.”

“Yeah,” Mox says. Wheeler’s begun to climb around him like a little gymnast, and he’s doing his best to stay on his feet without wobbling. “But you want to show off how much you and Roman love each other, right?”

Seth nods. “I do.”

“And,” Mox says, grabbing Wheeler around the waist and holding him up so Seth can see his face, “if you eloped, this tiny maniac wouldn’t be your ring bearer.”

“That’s me!” Wheeler says.

Seth relaxes, beaming and reaching out for Wheeler, letting him snuggle into his shoulder. His hair’s done in a half up bun with the curls perfectly draped down his back, but the rest of him isn’t dressed yet for the rehearsal dinner, so Mox decides it’s safe to let Wheeler hang for a minute.

“You’ll help Uncle Seth if he needs it, right little man?” Seth says, kissing Wheeler’s temple.

“Yeah,” Wheeler says. “Snuggle time? Movie?”

Mox snorts. “Uncle Seth’s a little busy right now, baby.” Wheeler levels him with a giant pout. “Don’t give me that. I’m not saying no because I’m mean, I’m saying no because Seth’s gotta get ready for his special rehearsal dinner.”

Wheeler sighs. “Okay. I guess.” He slides down Seth and then stands on Mox’s feet, dropping his head against Mox’s thigh.

“Are all kids weird or is it just mine?” Mox mutters.

“Oh!” Seth says. “Speaking of weird, the owner of the venue wants you to meet the day of coordinator, Anna,” Seth says. “He’ll be here all night, obviously, but he wants you and Anna to meet before things get started to make sure you know who to talk to.”

Mox fights the urge to make a face. Wheeler grabs at his arm and crawls up his body, clinging to his back.

“Aw, don’t look like that, buddy.” Seth smacks him on the arm. “You and Adam can stay civil for my wedding, or I’ll kill both of you. Simple as that.”

Mox groans. “The fact that you decided to get married in our hometown, on his farm, will never stop being annoying.”

Seth walks Mox from the outdoor reception area to the small office building in the front.

“Hey, Seth, is everything –” Adam’s voice cuts off when he sees Mox. “Oh. Damn.”

“Hi!” Wheeler says, grinning. “I’m Wheeler.”

“Hey, little man,” Adam says, immediately warming. “Are you our ring bearer?”

Wheeler nods and scrambles down Mox’s body. He takes his little legs and walks over to Adam. “I’m Wheeler.”

Adam smiles. “You said that.” He kneels in front of Wheeler and looks up at Mox. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”

Mox shrugs. “You don’t know a lot.”

“You’re lucky your kid is here so I can’t say what I want to say.” He stands, and is about as shocked as Mox is when Wheeler takes his hand. “Rehearsal’s not until another hour. Everything okay?” He looks at Seth. “I didn’t know you were bringing more people here. I would have prepared.”

“I asked him here to help,” Seth says. “I was – nervous.”

“Oh!” Adam says. “Oh, certainly. You let me know what I can do to help.”

Thus begins the longest three hours of Mox’s life. He’s wrangling Wheeler. He’s wrangling Seth. He’s trying not to kill Adam Page, who seems to be giving him death glares at any opportunity. He’s running interference between Seth and his mother, who seems to be insistent on making the wedding her day.

By the time the rehearsal and the dinner is over, Mox is exhausted and Wheeler is whiny and tantruming in his arms.

“I’m sorry, guys,” he says to Roman and Seth. “But we really gotta get back to the house. Wheels is about to go nuclear.”

“This isn’t nuclear?” Seth asks.

“Nuclear is that time we went to the zoo and you dropped his ice cream,” Mox says. Wheeler is weeping into his shoulder. “Be lucky that he didn’t r-u-n off this time.”

Seth winces. “Okay. Fair.” He steps a little closer. “Want a hug?”

“No!” Wheeler yells, tiny fists rubbing at his eyes. Then he bursts into tears again, flailing backward so hard he almost flies out of Mox’s arms.

“And we’re nuclear,” Mox sighs. “Later, guys,” and he takes Wheeler back to the house in the car. Wheeler sobs the whole ten minute ride, incomprehensible but still insistent.

“Please help your nephew calm down,” Mox begs as Wheeler wails his fists on Mox shoulders and pleads for…something. Mox can’t even figure out what he’s asking for at this point.

Eddie stands. “Get over here, tiny man. Stop beating up your father.”

Wheeler stops crying and levels Eddie with a glare. Mox chuckles.

“No,” Wheeler says through a face full of tears, voice shaky. “Want cake.”

“That’s what you’ve been saying!” Mox says. “Oh, my god. Okay. Give me, like, two minutes.” Mox digs through his bags and pulls out the mini cake he’d carefully wrapped when Wheeler had said he didn’t want it at the dinner. “This one, Tater?”

Wheeler’s entire expression changes. “Cake?”

Mox nods. “If you want your cake, you can have it now. And then we’re going to bed.”

Wheeler takes the cake suspiciously, eyeing Mox until he takes a bite. “My cake,” he says.

“Correct,” Eddie says. “Mox, you go to bed. I’ll put the little hellion to bed.”

“Hell a bad word,” Wheeler says through a mouthful of cake. “That’s what Miss Kris says at school.”

Mox sighs. “Well, yes, but hellion means – whatever. Love you, little man.” Mox leans down and kisses Wheeler on the forehead and nose, like every night. “Goodnight. I love you this much.” He reaches his arms out as far and wide as he can.

Wheeler shoves the rest of the cake in his mouth. “I love you this much!” He reaches his arms out as far and wide as he can.

He dives in and hugs Mox, and Mox hugs back.

“Dad’s gotta shower, Potato,” Mox says, kissing the top of Wheeler’s head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mox moves through the next morning in a whirl, getting himself and Wheeler ready while Eddie throws whatever bits and bobs he’s forgotten at them.

“Did you check if he’s wearing socks?” Eddie asks, before Mox heads out the door. “Your kid smells like corn chips if you don’t shove socks on those feet.”

“You are such a douche about the kid you threatened to kill an aunt of mine over,” Mox muses. “Ah. Shit.”

“Bad word, Daddy,” Wheeler says, shaking his head. “No socks. Need socks.”

“Yeah, you do.” Before he can ask Eddie to grab some, he’s pelted in the head. “Thanks, dude.”

“Thanks, Uncle Eddie!”

Eddie comes over and kisses Wheeler all over the face while Mox gets socks and shoes back on tiny feet.

“Alright,” Mox says, pedaling Wheeler’s legs a little. “You ready, short stack?”

Wheeler nods. “Ready, Daddy.”

“I can’t believe you’re putting me on toddler duty for the whole wedding,” Eddie says, taking Wheeler and scooping him into his arms. “Feels unfair since I’m not technically his father.”

“Yeah, well, I’m on Seth duty,” Mox replies, checking his pockets and bags for everything he and Wheeler could possibly need. “I don’t know who’s bound to do more crying.”

They get to the venue around 1pm, but it already feels late. They have a good four hours before things get started, but there’s so much to do that it goes by in seconds. The venue has a small room set aside for the typical bride, but Seth and Roman had arranged it to be storage with a small cot-like thing for Wheeler to take a nap in at 2:00. Like always.

“Thanks for that, man,” Mox says, clapping Seth on the shoulder. He’s watching Wheeler sleep, bunny in his arms and thumb in his mouth. “I – I’m really…” He trails off, the words catching in his mouth. If he lets them out, then the tears will join them.

“Mox,” Seth says gently. “Hey.” He pulls him into a hug, cushy white groom’s robe feeling like a blanket. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Just – long day. The fact that you thought of my little guy in the midst of your own crazy.” He exhales slowly. “Never thought I’d have people like you to take care of me.”

Seth presses his forehead to Mox’s. “Always.”

It’s gone unsaid but known for years that Seth and Roman put off their wedding date, unofficial but discussed, when Mox found out he was pregnant with Wheeler nearly four years before. Mox never knew how to tell them how much it means that they were willing to share that day with him and his kid, let alone put it off to make it work for him.

“Always,” Mox says. “Alright. Don’t make me cry, you douche. I’m not supposed to do that until the actual wedding starts.”

With the human chaos machine napping in the quietest part of the venue, things are easier.

“Hey,” Mox says, running into Adam. “You got any extra blankets? Flower girl found out my kid’s napping and wants some rest time too.”

“Course I do,” Adam says, and he ducks into a little room and comes out with a pair of sleeping bags. “She a Power Puff Girls or Hot Wheels kind of gal?”

“Hot Wheels,” Mox decides, grabbing it. He stares. “This shit clean?”

Adam, to his credit, looks offended. “I wash them after every use. Obviously. What kind of business do you think I’m running here.”

“Just checking,” Mox says, stepping back with his free hand raised. “I don’t know what kind of shit goes down in here.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “And y’all think Seth’s downpayment was ten thousand for bad service?”

Mox trips over a box and falls flat on his ass. “Sorry, what?”

Adam comes over and hauls Mox up with arms that are unfairly strong. “I run a good venue, Moxley,” he says, and his hand is still in Mox’s. “I don’t come cheap.”

He – the fucker winks and walks away. “I gotta take care of some place setting fuck ups, but I’ll be around. Find me if you need…anything.”

Mox nods, and dazedly brings the sleeping bag to the flower girl’s mother.

They’re all getting ready – Wheeler’s hair is a disaster after a nap, always, but it’s even harder to get slicked down in the little way that Seth was hoping for all the wedding party with short hair to have – when someone calls, “Half an hour!”

“Fuck,” Mox grumbles. “Come here, Tater. We’ll see if Uncle Seth’s got some of that hair gel in his pocket or something.”

The floorboards, while beautiful, are in a farmhouse built in the late 1800’s, and he’s not used to the rough terrain. He trips on a rogue board and things start to move in slow motion as he plans how to turn to keep Wheeler safe. And then he feels somebody’s hand around his waist, pulling him back to standing before he and Wheeler can fall. Then the hand dips low enough to pull off a graze of his ass. Mox turns.

Adam Page is standing there, grinning. “Sorry, man,” he says, and god, he looks good in that fucking suit. “Couldn’t let the best man and ring bearer fall on their asses.

Mox licks his lips before he can stop himself. “Yeah. Uh. Thanks.”

“I heard you were having some issues with the hair,” Adam says, and he pulls something out of his pocket. “Hair spray. Can I try?”

“Uh.”

“I actually was asking Wheeler, first,” Adam says. Wheeler giggles as Adam zooms the canister around like an airplane. “Are you okay with me fixing your hair?”

“Yeah,” Wheeler says, nodding. “Daddy, yes?”

“Sure,” Mox says. He’s used to his kid being weirdly easy around people, but not going into their arms and letting them mess with his hair without a second thought. Adam works quickly and efficiently, and suddenly Wheeler’s hair looks exactly like the photo Seth sent.

“And back to your dad,” Adam says, shifting Wheeler back into Mox’s arms like he weighed nothing.

“Wow,” Mox says. “Looks great, dude.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like I’m in the wedding industry.” Adam winks, and brushes Mox’s ass again as he leaves behind him.

“Just trying to get by,” he singsongs as he leaves.

Mox wonders if he feels up all the customers, or only the ones who clearly like it.

It’s not the only time it happens.

Mox and Wheeler, when they’re getting ready to walk down the aisle before Roman and Seth make their way down together, are in the middle of a discussion about goldfish for god knows what reason, when Mox realizes the pillow with the fake ring on it is gone.

“Wheels,” he says carefully. “Where’s the – ”

He feels a hand graze his lower back, then from behind him comes the pillow.

“Thought you might be looking for this.”

Adam. Fucking. Page.

The ceremony goes well. Wheeler is cute as hell as he toddles next to Mox down the aisle and the vows are beautiful, but, to be fair, he misses a lot the first few hours. Wheeler’s demanding Mox take him around to meet all the people in the venue, and it’s wearing on him. By the start of the reception, he’s burnt out.

“Eddie,” he says, somewhere around 7:30, “I’m so tired.”

“You ready to call it a night?” He yawns, stretching.

Mox shakes his head. “Dadding,” he says. “Like, I would do anything to keep Wheels, but everybody else is fucking around and having fun and, well.” He looks down, where Wheeler had just barreled into his shins after the brief respite of him playing with the flower girl and her sisters as they danced to some pop song. “Hey, buddy!”

Wheeler yawns, huge, the frosting stain on his tiny suit jacket almost hidden when he reaches his arms up into the air. “Home, Dad.” He slams his head into Mox’s thighs. “Book.”

“What if I take him?” Eddie asks. “Uncle Eddie and Potato Head time, yeah?”

“Really?” Mox asks. “You – that’s cool?”

“Mox, you haven’t had a night to fu-mess around since one of the nights this little monster popped into our life.” He kneels down and swings Wheeler on his back. “I’ll take your car and you can take mine back.”

“You sure?” Mox asks. He feels guilty, somehow.

“Have fun,” Eddie says, clapping Mox on the shoulder. “Spend time with your friends. Wheels and I will be there when you get home.”

It’s an internal fight, briefly, but then Mox nods. “Yeah. Yeah, Wheels, buddy, you’re gonna head out with Uncle Eddie, okay?”

“Eddie Day!” Wheeler says. He throws himself down to Mox, who curses himself a little bit for how much wrestling and daredevil genes must be in this tiny lunatic of a child. Mox kisses his forehead and nose.

“Love you, little man,” he says, grinning as Wheeler pulls back.

“Love you, Daddy!”

Mox puts his keys into Eddie’s hand and then Eddie’s into his pocket. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, stop being sappy.” Eddie yanks him in and kisses his forehead. “Love you, too.”

He relaxes, finally, for the first time in nearly four years. He has a lingering cloud of worrying about Wheeler, but that’s par for the course these days.

Things, shift, just a little, when he catches Adam on the phone, looking frustrated, right as the music cue gets messed up. Mox knows for damned sure he was supposed to tell the DJ to shift to Seth’s high school throwbacks at 9:30, but he’s definitely hearing Pour Some Sugar On Me. He goes to speak to the DJ himself, then stalks over to Adam.

“Why are you on the phone during the wedding?” Mox asks over the music. “Aren’t you supposed to be making sure the DJ hits his cues or something?”

“I’m – don’t worry about it,” Adam yells back at him. “It’s fine.”

They’ve been dancing around each other all night, sometimes quite literally, but Mox had always had a toddler at his ankles. He needs to know what the hell this guy is doing – Mox knows he’s with Matt Jackson, has been since they were all in high school together. And if Adam Page is a cheater, Mox is going to tattle.

“Like hell it is,” Mox says. “Was that your boyfriend?”

Adam frowns. “What?”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“I need to go take care of – something,” Adam says, frown deepening. He walks past, but, rather blatantly, he touches Mox’s waist, just a little bit, as he passes.

“Oh, hell no.” Mox grabs Adam by the lapels of his stupid navy blue suit and throws him into the first room. It’s the kitchen, but it’s empty.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Adam asks, spinning on Mox as he glares.

“What was that?” Mox hisses.

“I – what was what?” Adam asks. But he’s pink in the cheeks. Mox knows he knows what he did.

“You grabbed me around the waist,” Mox says. He walks Adam backward so Adam’s backed against the countertop, so he’s got a leg between Adam’s. “The fuck was that about?”

Adam’s eyes flicker down to Mox’s lips, for just a moment. “Get out.”

“Oh,” Mox says, stepping back. “Oh, I get it. This a thing you do? Cheat on your little boyfriend with groomsmen?”

“We broke up,” Adam says. Mox freezes. “Yeah, hope that feels good. Matt and I haven’t been together for a few months.” He glares at Mox, fire in his eyes. “I was texting his brother to make sure Matt wasn’t off getting himself killed while he fucks his way through half the country.”

Mox pauses. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Adam says. “I – sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

Mox is notorious for impulsive decisions. One of his favorite runs of impulsive decisions gave him his son, which is, quite possibly, the best part of his life.

“Why?”

Adam tilts his head to the side, reminding Mox of the golden retriever puppy at the petting zoo he took Wheeler to for his birthday. “Why what?”

“Why are you sorry you touched me?” Mox slides his hands on Adam’s waist, grins at the way Adam’s breathing hitches. “You wanna blow off some steam?”

Adam licks his lips then looks up to meet Mox’s eyes. “Fuck it.” He leans in and crushes his lips to Mox’s, tongue insistent, and Mox grins.

“Knew it,” Mox says. “You handsy little shit. Bet you wish you’d done this back on Debate team.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Adam growls. He presses his lips back, shoving down the sleeves of Mox’s dress shirt. He pauses to grip at Mox’s biceps. “I fucking hate how big your arms are. Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” Mox says. He flexes and Adam rolls his eyes. “Bulked up since high school.”

“I can see that,” Adam says, and he reaches behind to get two handfuls of Mox’s ass. “Like it. Looks good on you.” He leans in and bites at Mox’s neck.

“Course you’re a fucking biter,” Mox snipes. “Jesus.” He shoves at the front of Adam’s jacket, debating ripping it open, but he figures that would be a bit obvious to everybody at the party.

“You can unbutton it,” Adam says.

“Yeah,” Mox says. He works as quickly as his excited and shaky hands can move. He hadn’t hooked up with anybody since – well, since Bryan. After that it was all too complicated.

This, though, as he reaches down to grab Adam’s cock through his dress pants. This feels perfectly simple.

Adam chuckles, shoving Mox against the counter again and gets a leg between Mox’s.

“Uh,” Mox says. “About that. I mean, in case you forgot.”

“That your trans?” Adam asks. “No, I know that. That’s no, like, issue.”

“Rad,” Mox says. “You ever eaten pussy before?” He grins. “I know you’ve been gay since day one.”

“No,” Adam chuckles, “but there’s a first time for everything, right?” He winks.

“Prick,” Mox says, grinning. Adam unbuttons his dress pants with the expertise of a man often donning formal clothing.

“Actually,” Adam says, mouthing along the waistband of Mox’s boxers. “I’ve never fucked anybody but Matt.”

“First time for everything,” Mox echoes, but he quickly loses the ability to speak when Adam drops to his knees and pulls his boxers down.

“What do you like?” Adam asks, looking up at him from the floor. Mox has to force himself to breathe to keep from losing his balance.

“Anything that won’t get me pregnant,” he jokes. “But, uh. Go nuts, newbie. I’ll tell you when you’re fucking up.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “You issuing a challenge or something?”

Mox shrugs. “You could call it that.”

Enthusiastic, is Mox’s word for it. Adam’s inexperience is obvious, but he’s clearly willing to learn. His tongue does most of the work, circling and sucking Mox’s clit with impressive speed. Probably from the fact that the dude never shuts up, he’d guess.

“You can add fingers, you know,” Mox says, gripping the counter with white knuckles. “Like – in – god damn, exactly.”

Adam pulls away for a second with a self-satisfied grin. “The fingers part I’m pretty good at.”

It takes longer than it has in the past, probably because Mox’s experiences lately have been with more mechanical dates, but he feels it building in his belly soon enough.

“Jesus,” Mox mumbles, rolling his hips a little against Adam’s face. “I – okay, it’s different than with dicks, because if you stop doing that I won’t – shit, fuck.”

It slams into him, insistent and stark white and so fucking good it’s almost annoying. He has to shove at Adam with his knee to get him to stop, because he’s oversensitive as fuck and Adam doesn’t seem to know when to quit.

“Good?” Adam asks. He grabs at a clean towel hanging on one of the stoves and wipes his face. “Seemed like it was.”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Gimme a sec I – it’s been a while and I forgot…” He trails off. “Look, I’m gonna blow you. I just need a second.”

“Hell yeah,” Adam says. He leans back on the stove and yelps. “Fuck! How long’s that been on?” He shakes out his hand.

Mox grabs his hand and sucks a finger into his mouth. He can taste himself on Adam’s fingers, and he drops to his knees before a second thought.

“Before you act like a bitch about anything,” he says, hands undoing Adam’s pants, “it’s been, like, four years since I’ve sucked a dick, so cut me some slack.”

Adam laughs and looks down at him with burning eyes. “It’s been months for me, dude. It’ll be hard to get me to complain.”

Mox snickers. “Yeah. Looks pretty hard to me.”

Sucking a dick, Mox discovers, is like riding a bike. If the bike was built like a brick shithouse and had fingers that grabbed at his jaw and a slightly southern twang from a childhood in Virginia that spews enough filth that Mox feels himself getting wet again.

“Fuckin’ hell, knew that mouth was better for more than just arguing,” Adam grunts. “Should’a done this earlier. Maybe would’a stopped being such assholes to each other.”

Mox looks up at Adam and pulls off his dick enough to flip him off and say, “Nah, pretty sure I’d still think you’re a dick.” And he sinks his mouth back around Adam’s cock and sucks, paying attention to the head.

He likes blow jobs. He’d forgotten he likes this part of it, drawing words and swears out of his partner until they’ve lost the ability to do much but moan.

“Dude,” Adam says, patting at Mox’s neck. “I’m gonna – ”

Mox pulls off. “What, you think you’re gonna come on my face or something? We’re at a wedding, dude. Come in my mouth. God. Have some class.”

Adam laughs when Mox takes him back into his mouth and comes with a shudder that Mox can feel in Adam’s thighs where his fingertips have dug in. To get him back he keeps sucking at Adam’s cock, a little longer than he might if he were being nice, until Adam gets him by the scruff of the neck and pulls him off.

“Wait,” Adam says, panting. Mox is still on his knees.

“You already regretting it?”

“No!” Adam yells. “Just – I think I can do better.” He pulls his pants back up and turns them, shoving Mox against the counter. “We’re even. I can out fuck you.”

“What? How is that you out fucking me?”

Adam grins. “Sit on the counter. I’m getting you off at least one more time so you don’t rank me last on your list of one night stands.”

Mox wouldn’t have said it, but that is where Adam stands right now. Probably, if he ranks it, Bryan, then Regal, then Chuck, Suzuki because he left that giant bite mark on his arm, and then Adam. “Alright. Go for it.”

The enthusiasm, he notes, is key. He’s never fucked anybody bored about it, per se, but he’s fucked people hesitant and people who relied more on their dick than other parts, people so focused on getting in him that he got himself off.

Adam, though. He must have learned how to hold his breath in the past, because there’s no coming up for air. The first time he was hesitant, almost cute about it, but this time he’s insistent and greedy. He slides two fingers into Mox and pumps them with the pace his mouth and lips work, like he’s determined to draw an orgasm from Mox if it kills him.

“Fucking Christ,” Mox pants, gripping the first thing he can grab. His best guess is the water faucet. “Where was this energy last time?”

Adam responds by his mouth moving faster, stronger, and then it hits. Before Mox can do anything, he’s shouting and clenching around Adam’s fingers, bucking against Adam’s face.

“Holy shit,” he says, shivering as he notices Adam’s beard wet and shining. “That was different than the other – holy shit.”

Adam grins. “I ain’t done yet, Moxley.”

He loses count. Mox loses fucking count how many times Adam makes him come, his mouth and hand working together so effectively that Mox is straight up shaking at one point.

“Okay, I’m tapping,” Mox pants, slamming his hand on the counter. “I – nope. I can’t do anymore.”

“Shit,” Adam says, laughing. “Alright, if you’re telling me enough.”

Mox nods. “I literally don’t think I can come anymore,” he gasps. “I think I’m all fucked out.”

“Good.” Adam washes his hands casually. “Messier than with dicks, but more fun, I think.”

Mox laughs. “Yeah?” He exhales and hops off the counter, pulling his boxers and pants back up. They’ll have to bleach the area. “You had a fuckin’ blast, man. Different than the first round.”

With a paper towel he wipes up his beard. He grins as he continues wiping his mouth. “What can I say? I have a steep learning curve. And I like men with pretty eyes and bitchy attitudes.”

“I’m not bitchy,” Mox says, folding his arms across his chest. “Also, fuck you for saying that right after you gave me, like, a thousand orgasms in a row so you know I don’t have a good comeback.”

Adam licks his lips. “There’s a come jokes I could make, but I think we’ve exhausted that line of thought.” He winks. “And you were bitchy. You yelled at me a couple hours ago because the tables were a few inches in the wrong direction.”

“That was on behalf of the groom,” Mox says.

“You still said it like a bitch.”

Mox rolls his eyes as he grabs a paper towel and soap and wipes down the counter. “Well, the groom’s a bitch, so I earned it. Also, you weren’t this confident in high school. Or this…in charge. What happened to you?”

Adam scoffs as he goes to the fridge and pulls out a pitcher of water. Mox takes another towel and dries the counter. “Fuck. Matt Jackson happened to me.” Mox watches as Adam chugs. It should be weird that Adam can look sexy drinking water, but here Mox is. “Was gonna propose to him, you know? Was thinking of making his hotel and my barn a thing, but no.” He shakes his head, a grim little smile on his lips.

“I figured something was wrong in paradise,” Mox says, hopping back up onto the counter. He takes a glass offered by Adam and drinks. “This like senior year?”

Adam rolls his eyes. “No, he hasn’t been that dramatic.” He takes another sip and leans against the stove, avoiding the burner knobs this time. “He’s scared he doesn’t have an identity outside our relationship.” Adam shrugs and meets Mox’s eyes. “I’ve told him if he needs to figure himself out to go and do it, but I’m gonna do the same.” He raises the glass to Mox and sips.

“Oh, that’s what this was?” Mox asks, grinning. “You catch up with one of your high school rivals, fuck him, and use that to decide if you and pretty boy are meant to be?”

“Or I’ve thought you were hot since we were fifteen and you cut your hair and started with that ‘fuck everybody’ attitude,” Adam says.

Mox blinks. “You’re that gay that you could tell I was a dude before I even came out?”

Adam shrugs. “Had a minor sexuality crisis before you told everybody you’re a guy, which John and Alex had to help me out with, but yeah. Once you came out, it made sense. I think I knew…” He offers a smile. “You know?”

“We queers find each other, don’t we,” Mox chuckles, kicking his ankles against the cabinets.

“Yeah, and then you tackled me in gym class later that year because you were mad I beat you at that practice debate and knocked me out.” Adam flicks water in Mox’s face. “If it wasn’t for that, I don’t think Matt would have asked me out.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So, really, it’s your fault we got together in the first place.”

Mox sits in that for a minute. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe I can be the reason you two idiots finally suck it up and get married.”

“Hope so,” Adam says quietly. “You’re weirdly chill about this being a one time thing, by the way.”

Mox shrugs. “I’ve had more than one one night stand in my life. At least this one won’t give me a kid.”

Adam laughs, and he’s really pretty when he does. “Yeah. Your kid’s cute, by the way. He at home?"

Mox nods. “I had Eddie pick him up. He was starting to get tired and when he gets tired he gets a little screamy.”

He doesn’t know how much time passes while they catch up. They were never friends in high school – being rivals for the best on the debate team will keep that from happening – but they tolerated each other, and, as adults, Mox is realizing they don’t hate each other as much as he thought they would.

“Shit,” Adam says, pulling out his phone. “That’s the 15 minute alarm.” He nods to the door. “I gotta go let Seth and Roman know they need to start winding down.” He frowns. “I left everybody out there with Anna. Fuck.”

Mox chuckles. “Yeah, she’s a personality. She told Seth’s mom to go fuck herself when she tried to change the ceremony chair arrangements.” Mox sighs. “I think I’m a little in love with her, actually. She single?”

“Yeah, but she’s only into women.” Adam makes his way to the door. “You should see the way she hits on bridesmaids.”

Mox is slammed with some chaotic pop song he’s heard a thousand times but still doesn’t know the name of, and looks around for Seth and Roman.

“They’re over there,” he says, and he points with a hand on Adam’s waist.

“Smooth,” Adam laughs in his face. “Thanks, though.”

Mox watches Adam walk away, eyes locked on his ass in the excessively well-tailored suit pants, and goes to the bar to get a Coke. He sips slowly.

“Hey,” says Anna, coming over to him. “Where have you been?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the best man, right?” She plants her hands on her hips. “You were supposed to give me an assist with the shitty family members. Seth’s mom started getting bitchy and I couldn’t find Adam, so I went looking for –” She cuts off, eyes narrowing. “Oh, you absolutely didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Mox asks, trying to feign ignorance. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you dare hurt him,” Anna says, waggling a finger in his face. “You hear me? He’s a nice man who deserves kindness. Don’t be a douchebag.”

Mox holds his hands up in front of him. “Jesus, you’re scary. I promise, I’ll let him take the lead.” He smiles at her. “Also, please don’t tell anyone.”

She sighs. “Deal. If you fuck with him, though, I will tell everyone.” She whips out her phone. “Remember I have the email of everyone in this building.”

Mox exhales slowly. She’s his type of woman, but alas. Plus, he’d already gotten laid twice that night, sort of, and doesn’t think he could handle it even if the option were on the table. It’d been since before Wheeler was born than he’d gotten any action at all, and he’s starting to feel the good kind of sore about it.

“I know,” he says. “We’re good.”

He’s in the middle of a conversation with Becky, Seth’s maid of honor, when the grooms stomp over to him. Well, Seth stomps. Roman casually strides.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Seth hisses.

“Did something go wrong?” Mox asks, looking around. “What happened?”

“Roman started dancing,” Seth whines. “Becky told him to go out there and shake his ass and he did.”

Mox shrugs. “It’s his wedding, too. He can dance if he wants to. He can leave his –”

Seth rolls his eyes. “I hate how often you quote that song. God. Fine.”

Mox dances with his friends as the final songs of the night play. Songs from his and Seth’s high school years, from the past year, and ending with the song that he and Seth screamed at the barricade when they saw the band live together, on the evening of Mox’s 22nd birthday.

He’d had no idea what that year would bring him. He’d had no idea that that year would give him the best gift of his life.

Missing Wheeler isn’t something he’s unfamiliar with, but it’s more intense right now than it’s been for a while.

When the lights turn on, he runs at Seth and Roman and grabs them in a hug.

“Holy shit,” he laughs. He steps back. “You two are married.”

Seth beams, wiggling his hand. The engagement and wedding rings gleam. “Hell yeah we are.”

“Someone has forgotten they got into a screaming fight with their mother six hours ago.”

Seth shrugs and smiles and Roman pulls him in and kisses his forehead. “And? It’s my wedding. I can bitch if I want to or however the song goes.”

Mox snorts. “Alright, send me on best man duties. What do I gotta do?”

“You,” Roman says, resting a big hand on Mox’s shoulder, “have done more than enough. Go home and hang with your little dude.” His smile quirks. “Maybe on your wedding day we’ll take him home for you.”

Mox scoffs. “I’m never getting married.”

“Sure you won’t,” Seth says. “Go home. We’ll take it from here.”

Mox steps outside where it’s quieter, out the back door where the other guests couldn’t go, and breathes. The chilly fall air mists around him.

“Hey.”

He turns to see Adam Page at the door to what must be the kitchen. “Hey.”

Adam smiles a little. “Live well, man, okay?” He sighs. “And make it easy.” He rolls his phone in his hand. “You deserve some easy.”

Mox’s first impulse is to shoot back that Adam was easy enough for him, but he settles. “Thanks, man. I hope you and Matt figure out what you need from each other.”

Adam nods.

Mox gets into the car, and thinks he may keep this one to himself.

“Potato!”

“Shh!” Eddie hisses, hand on Wheeler’s back. “Wheels is asleep. Don’t wake him up.”

“Gonna,” Mox says. “Hey, baby.”

Wheeler blinks his eyes open. “Daddy?” he murmurs. “Daddy hi!”

Mox picks him up and holds him close as Wheeler wraps skinny little arms around his neck and immediately begins snoring again.

“See?” Mox says in a hushed tone to Eddie. “He always falls back asleep once he sees me.”

“That says you’ve ever been away from him for more than a couple’a hours,” Eddie says, but he pats the couch next to him. “Come on. Let’s watch the game.”

They keep the volume low, just in case Wheeler’s snuggled up sleep is more fragile than Mox knows it is, until Eddie shuffles.

“Thirsty,” he says. “Gonna grab a Coke. Want anything?”

“Water,” Mox says.

Eddie pats his thigh, then pauses. “Mox,” he says. “Mox, did you fuck somebody tonight?”

“What?” Mox is frozen. “What? No. Wait, screw denial. How the fuck did you figure that out?”

“Your pockets are all crumpled inside your pants,” Eddie says. “Only way you’d let that happen is if you’d had to pull ‘em up quick.” He stares at Mox. “Who was it?”

“Oh, my god. Leave me alone, Mom.”

“I ain’t your mother,” Eddie says. “I’m much worse. Who’d you fuck?”

“Nobody!” Mox hisses. “And would you please stop saying fuck when my son is literally right here?”

“He’s heard worse,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “He’s your kid. Who was it?”

Mox groans and drops his head back against the couch. “Eddie…”

“Did you use protection?” Eddie asks. “Because T ain’t birth control and you know that.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, Eddie,” Mox mutters. “Hold on. If you’re gonna force me to have this conversation, I’m putting Wheeler to bed.”

Wheels wiggles and fusses a little as he’s lowered into his little toddler bed, but he settles when Mox puts his favorite stuffed bunny in his arms. Mox watches for a minute and sees Wheeler’s whole life flash before his eyes, landing on this perfect moment.

“Every mistake,” Mox murmurs, “brought me you, Tater Tot. I’d do it all again.”

Before he can reminisce further, though, there’s a hand on the collar of his suit jacket and he’s being yanked backwards.

“Jesus fucking – Eddie!” Mox says, barely catching himself before he fell over. “Let me have a moment with my kid!”

“Do I need to go get you plan B?” Eddie says. He’s running his hand over his head, eyes panicked. “Fuck, how’s that even work with T? Is that gonna with your top surgery? I gotta do some research –”

“Eddie,” Mox says, putting his hands on Eddie’s shoulder. “We didn’t – he went down on me and I blew him. I don’t think it’s possible for me to get pregnant.” He fights a smile. “I mean, unless coming in my mouth’ll knock me up.”

Eddie slaps him away, looking disgusted. “Jesus Christ, Moxie. I asked if you were gonna need medication, not if you were gonna need a tooth brush.” He frowns. “You’re disgusting.”

“Yeah, and you still love me.”

Eddie sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. “Yeah. Why the fuck do I do that, by the way?”

Mox shrugs and pulls off his shirt, making his way to the bedroom he shares with Wheeler, chucking the shirt in the laundry. “Because you know, deep down, we’re platonic soulmates.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself.” But Eddie smiles at him, and Mox feels warm. He curls up in bed, reaching out a hand to rest on Wheeler’s leg, and falls asleep with a smile.

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