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lussiane333 · 1 year

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Do you know that audio on TikTok where it's like "not in front of the baby" and there's a slasher listening from the closest or something then they have to intervene? Can we get angsty story with bo, rz mikey, and tommy listening into that then the slasher kills the husband but moves the baby so they're looking away from the murder first then the reader falls for them and they're a happy family with the slasher and their baby with a dead abusive husband. I'm sorry this is long I'm a angsty slut 😁 also I love you sm💋

Of course, thank you for your request! I don't really know what audio you meant but I saw angst and decided to do this, hope you like it!

Slashers protecting their future S/O

RZ Michael Myers

When Michael saw the way your husband is talking to you, threatening you, he got very vivid memories of his childhood.

How little boo was crying in his mom arms when Ronnie was throwing things around, yelling and even hitting his mom countless amount of times.

Michael didn't like this. He hated people in general, but what he hated even more was domestic abuse. His first initiative was to slaughter you two and leave like he always does, but when he saw the little kid clinging onto you, crying and screaming, you backing up from your what it looked like drunk husband, his plan changed.

"Please, let's not do this here.. let's just-"

"Let's just fucking what you dumb whore?!" He spat and siddled over to you.

"Not.. not in front of her, please.." You walked away and quickly put your little girl in a crib, preparing for the man in front of you to beat you again.

"Don't stand in my fucking way! Take that little bastard and get out of my fucking house!"

You pushed him and yelled, "How can you say things like this about your child?!"

"Fucking bitch!" He grabbed ahold of your hair and threw you to the ground, kicking your stomach as you went quiet.

That was it.

Michael bursted into the room, breathing deeply and quickly, he looked to his left and saw that the little child was still crying. He grabbed the nearest blanket roughly and covered the whole crib.

'Little one doesn't have to see it' Michael thought to himself..

Everything went so quickly that you didn't even have time to react to a stranger in a mask who just broke into your house as he grabbed your husband by the neck and squeezed it so hard that you could see his eyes popping out from the ground you were still laying on.

After he stabbed your husband numerous times, Michael looked down at you and saw that you were now hiding behind the crib. He slowly walked up to you and noticed that you had your little daughter in your arms.

He couldn't kill you. He didn't want to. He knew he wouldn't do it even if he wanted to. He was mesmerized by you.. So beautiful and and protecting your own as much you can.

Soft "Thank you" was what brought him back to his senses.

The baby girl was looking at him too, she didn't cry anymore and it seemed like his mask was what caught the little one's attention.

He then grasped your dead husband's body, looking back at you one last time, Michael promised himself that he would come back.

Bo Sinclair

'Not in my fucking town' was the last thing on Bo's mind when he heard your begging. He kicked the museum door open, aiming his gun at your so called husband that had you slammed against the now broken mirror, his hand holding a piece of glass under your neck. Bo noticed your look the moment you were shushed when trying to apologize for barging in the church like that earlier.

The man backed away from you as he clutched the glass in his hand and you looked at Bo. Surprised and scared expression was displayed on your face. Quickly, you walked over to the side.

"Take 'er and and go to the station i'll be there in a sec" Bo said, his eyes not leaving your husband.

You didn't hesitate and took your crying baby girl in arms and ran out of the museum.

"Don't you fucking dare to leav-" gunshot.

"Ow! Fuck! You bastard!"

Bo was on him right away. Punches, kicks and curses were thrown, Bo grunting in anger. The lifeless body of your husband on the ground, blood on Bo's hands and everywhere weren't the main worry now. You were. When he imagined the things that you've probably been through, he wanted to bring that dead bastard back and torture him over and over again.

You were standing, leaning against the counter and waiting for Bo to arrive.

Your daughter had calmed down and was sleeping in a stroller. You thought about calling the police, but when you remembered that gun in Bo's hands, deep down you hoped that some bullets would actually go through your husband..

The police were out of the question, and there wasn't any signal anyway.

You freaked out when Bo walked in covered in blood.

"It's.." he cleared his throat before speaking again. "I took care of it"

You were lost for words and felt the sting of tears in your eyes.

"What am I going to do now.." It hurt to talk, it hurt to think, everything hurt.

Bo came over to you and pulled you closer. "Hey s'alright, shhh now.. Let me take you both to my place hm?"

"But what about-"

"No one's gonna find out anything"

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me"

10 minutes seemed like forever as you walked up to his house. You didn't know this man beside his name. He was a stranger to you and could be a possible danger too. You also didn't know if it was despair that made you feel protected in his presence, but it strangely felt good.

You sat down on the couch next to Bo and he shuffled closer. His arm tightened around you as you rested your head against his chest. Bo gently stroked your hair as he looked down at you.

"It's just.. been a while since I felt safe" You looked into his eyes and Bo sighed. You were far from safe with him, but he didn't want to see that broken look on your face ever again.

"Stay here tonight, I promise I won't let anything hurt ya" he said.

You agreed, and Bo felt better just for a moment before he thought about the fucked up things in (t)his dead town. But he knew he wanted to protect you, protect you both.

Thomas Hewitt

You've had enough.

You no longer wanted to endure the change of mood from one day to the next. You didn't want to be blamed for everything bad that happened anymore.

You were tired of being someone's punching bag, especially when you didn't deserve it. And above all, you had a child that you wanted to raise.

You ran into a family on your way to Texas. You were truly lucky. When you stopped at a local eatery, you met an older woman that was very nice to you from the moment you entered. In response to your question, "If there's any house near that could be rented?" You were left disappointed.

"Oh honey, you won't find much in this town, why you're in need of a home?"

You didn't really care anymore, so you told the nice foreign woman some things about your life. How you took your baby and ran away from your abusive ex, and that's why you're looking for a new home and a job.

For a while, she looked like she was thinking about something before speaking again;

"Maybe I could help you both but.. I don't know if it's a good idea.."

"Please Mrs. Hewitt, I don't have much but I will pay you with all i have, if you know of anything.."

"Alright, alright! You can stay with us in the house, at least I won't do everything alone, I could use some help"

You met the other family members who didn't seem to be as thrilled with your presence..

So you stayed with the Hewitts, you helped around the house like you promised and everything seemed alright for a few weeks.

One evening, unfortunately, someone pulled up in front of the Hewitt's house.

In the middle of your conversation with Thomas, that was kind of one sided, you were interrupted by a noise from outside.

"Y/N?!" "Y/N! Get the fuck out, I know you're in there!"

You would recognize that voice anywhere, it was your ex.

When you went downstairs, Luda Mae was peeking through the window and Hoyt already had a shotgun in his hands.

Luda Mae looked over to you and spoke;

"Send him away, nobody needs him making such a mess here"

You took a deep breath and stepped outside.

Meanwhile, Thomas also came downstairs, holding your baby in his arms.

'How could she ever love a man that she didn't trust fully and felt like she didn't even know?'

'How could a man with practically everything he ever wanted to have treat it like it doesn't matter?' Thomas'd never understand.

"What are you doing here? I told you I don't ever want to see you again!"

"Stop this bullshit, pack your things we're going home from this shithole"

"You're going home, I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"I said-"

"And I said no!" You yelled and that provoked your ex.

He grabbed your hair and started to pull you towards the car.

Thomas had already given the baby to Luda Mae and he angrily grunted something like; "Go upstairs" , Before running outside with a hook.

"Who the fuck is this freak face" Was the last thing you heard before Thomas jabbed the hook into your ex's neck and ripped it open as he fell to the ground, dead. Thomas then looked at you, his chest rising up and down, he moved his head to the side, gesturing to you to go back inside. You gave him a soft smile and went in without a word. He knew that if someone tried to hurt you or your baby ever again, they would end up exactly like this, if not worse.

You became his the moment Luda Mae brought you home, and you didn't even know it.

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kamaluhkhan · 8 months

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we were wild and fluorescent (come home to my heart)

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary: you come back to cousins beach after a few years away. conrad is not particularly happy that you're back - and you aren't particularly thrilled, either. too bad there's a history (chemistry?) neither of you can deny.

warnings: nostalgia + fluff + a bit of a *steamy* ending ; mentions of sex; swearing; conrad and reader drink alcohol; reader is a competitive swimmer + deals with a lot of pressure; complicated family dynamics (reader has two younger siblings + is eldest daughter); pop culture references (it book/movie, percy jackson series), this chapter is very long + ending is a little cheesy !!

tags: @stargirlsirius-recs, @ifilwtmfc, @qwertyb2577, @allnrsnz, @baconeggndcheez, @peanutbelley, @imogen-skye, @geekinthefuschiahair, @tvije, @drikawinchester, @maybankslover, @junnniiieee07, @elcpsstuff, @fangirl-kimora, @redbierd, @starkeylover, @serrendiipty, @jackierose902109, @lonelywitchv2, @c4rpediem-s, @teensyflowur, @peteronesgf, @percysaidnever

a/n: i literally cannot express how much it means to me that people are reading + enjoying my work!! thank you endlessly for following this story. this chapter is mostly fluff with a lot of banter between the reader and conrad + nostalgia. i'm thinking this will be the last part (....unless?) so i hope you enjoy it :)

part one | part two | part three

on a summer afternoon / i get to thinkin' 'bout the hazy days / under august shade that i used to spend with you (khai dreams, “sunkissed”)

now — summer age 18

you’re already frustrated when you walk over to the beck house, and when the person you least want to answer the door opens it, your mood goes from bad to worse.

"hey. is jere home?" you ask, peering behind conrad to see if someone else, anyone else is there. this is the first time since your argument that you and he were alone together, and you really don't want to look him in the eye. he doesn't look too thrilled to see you standing on his porch, either. he looks at you with tired eyes, wearing a black, short-sleeved rashguard and hair dripping wet.

"no, sorry."

"how about steven?"

conrad shakes his head and droplets of water go flying. he says something about prep for the debutante ball.

you exhale sharply, upset that your backup plan just fell through. "okay, bye."

you start walking away, but conrad calls your name.

"everything okay?"

you're surprised by his follow-up question — suspicious, even. given the harsh words you'd exchanged the last time you were together, you assumed that conrad didn't very much care to prolong a conversation with you, much less whether or not you were okay. whatever his intentions are, you don't really have time to go down this road.

"everything's fine," you answer loudly, still forging ahead.

"come on, y/n. i know you."

your hands clench into fists at his words and you finally stop in your tracks.

"conrad," you huff, turning around to face him. "i really don't have time for this."

"look, i'm not…." conrad sighs, running a hand through his wet hair. "i'm not trying to start anything. you seem a little stressed, and if there's anything i can do….just, let me be there for you."

conrad used to always be there for you in situations like these, and you ignored the sharp pain in your heart earlier when you decided he couldn't be this time. you really, really, really want to stay mad at him — you certainly have enough reasons to be for several lifetimes — but the gentleness of conrad's tone calms you down as much as it throws you off. instinctively, you feel your hands unclench, your heartbeat slow down.

“so, what’s wrong?”

you sigh. your siblings had planned an overnight trip with their friends at a campground about 3 hours away. they were meant to leave this afternoon, but the chaperones just cancelled — one had car trouble and the other a work emergency. now, they didn’t have a ride or adult supervision, which left you to come up with an alternative, lest you want to spend the rest of your summer drying your siblings’ tears and dealing with a lengthy guilt trip from your mother (who, conveniently, has plans this weekend and can’t reschedule). you left that last part out of your story to conrad, explaining only the basic components of your dilemma.

“but, it’s fine. i’ll sort something out.” as you wait for conrad to respond, you’re already running through a few other alternatives in your mind. you’re just in the middle of estimating the amount of money you would spend on gas when conrad says:

"well, i can come with you."

you quirk your eyebrow at him. “yeah, you don’t need —”

“you’ll need two cars — and two drivers — to get them there, right? i'm not doing anything right now, or tomorrow.”

“it’s not your problem, conrad. i’ll figure something out —”

“look, you have three options," he interrupts, tilting his head at you. "one, you take two trips yourself to get them all there, which means you’d spend around 10 hours driving each way and waste a ton of money on gas.”

you stiffen.

you hate that he knows exactly how your brain works….

“two, the twins have to cancel their trip, and you spend the rest of the summer with your siblings upset at you and your mom suggesting that you’re a bad sister, which is not true.”

you hate that he understands exactly the situation you’re in….

“three, you let me help you.”

….and you hate that he always insists on being helpful.

that was the real reason that you didn’t want to ask conrad — because you suspected that he might offer to help regardless of the tension between you two. the conrad you remember was always concerned with doing the right thing, no matter what, and despite how different he’s acting this summer, you knew that caring boy was still there, deep down.

sometimes, you hate being right — it can get a bit tedious.

conrad waits for you to answer, but he obviously knows you well enough to guess your decision. you don’t find the prospect of camping with conrad particularly appealing, but you’re desperate.

you tell conrad to be ready to leave in an hour, before walking back to your place to tell your siblings the good news.

a little over an hour later, your siblings, their friends — devi, khadija, kai, and leo — and all the camping supplies are split in between your and conrad’s cars. you decided to divide the group into threes: you’d drive your sister, khadija and leo; and conrad would drive your brother, devi, and kai. once everyone’s buckled in, you and conrad close the trunk of your respective cars and turn to each other.

“so, we’ve got a spot booked at stardust falls, but the plan is to stop halfway —”

“at sophie’s for a bite to eat,” conrad finishes, a smile creeping on his face. “i know the drill.”

you bite back a smile yourself before nodding at him and getting in the driver's seat.

as your sister cues up a playlist — you had just made her watch lemonade mouth so she was currently obsessed with hayley kiyoko and her music — you get lost in memories of summers past.

it was a tradition, many years ago: your siblings were too young to join, so for one weekend in late august it was you, conrad, jeremiah, belly, and steven with susannah and laurel, the seven of you piled into a minivan for an overnight camping trip. you spent the drive blasting music and singing along, playing ‘i spy’ while gorging on goldfish crackers and sunny d. about halfway through, there would be a pit stop to refill the gas tank, stock up on snacks, and get something to eat from the nearby diner. you would always get waffles with extra whipped cream and conrad would get chocolate chip pancakes, and you’d always split the food between you. once you got to stardust falls, you’d spend the afternoon swimming and sunbathing, and the night roasting hot dogs and marshmallows, stargazing and whispering until sunrise.

as much as you loved laurel and susannah, you and conrad would dream of getting your driver’s licence and being able to continue the tradition with just the kids. you never got the chance; it was only five years ago, when you were the same age as your siblings now, that you had gone on your last camping trip to the same location.

it seems your dreams were finally coming true — just not in the way you expected.

when you get to sophie’s diner, you’re relieved to have a chance to stretch your legs. the eight of you get a familiar booth in the right corner and you find yourself squeezed between devi and the window. the waiter distributes menus to everyone, and it isn’t until you look down that you see it: your initials next to ‘CF’. last time you were here, the five of you all carved your initials onto the table when the moms weren’t looking. you forgot that you’d placed yours right next to conrad’s; to be fair, you were always sitting next to each other. now he’s at the other end of the table on the opposite side, examining the menu carefully even after being here so many times.

this time, you just get a coffee and steal some bacon from your brother; conrad doesn’t get anything, claiming he isn’t hungry, until your sister offers him the rest of her french toast, which he practically inhales. after, you and conrad fill up on gas while your siblings and their friends go into the store for some snacks.

“hey, can you get me some sour patch kids?” you ask your brother, handing him a $5 bill. your brother nods and starts walking away; you glance at conrad, then add: “and some m&m’s, too!” to which your brother offers a thumbs up.

“thanks,” conrad says. he removes the nozzle and sticks it into the gas tank; you do the same, and for a few moments, there’s nothing but silence between you.

“does listening to the lightning thief musical on repeat make your brother a theatre kid?”

you turn to face conrad, who’s already looking at you with a lopsided smile.

“i think it makes him more of a percy jackson kid,” you decide.

“well, he has good taste. i didn’t even know there was a percy jackson musical,” conrad adds.

“i know, right?” you gush. “my brother and kai went to see it off broadway, and of course i had to chaperone, but i’m so glad i did because how, in the name of all the gods, did we not know this existed?”

conrad laughs. “we would have been obsessed,” he agrees.

you smile, feeling yourself hit by another wave of nostalgia.

when you were younger, you, conrad, jeremiah, steven, and belly loved the percy jackson series, rotating the books between the five of you until everyone had read them, the covers well-worn and sand stuck between the pages. so, for belly’s 9th birthday, laurel wrote out a prophecy with an elaborate quest for the five of you to go on - something about searching for poseidon's missing trident - while susannah used the time to fashion the backyard into your very own camp half-blood. you each got ‘assigned’ a godly parent: apollo for jeremiah, ever the sunshine boy; hermes for steven, the trickster of the group; aphrodite for belly, who looked at the world with rose coloured glasses; poseidon for you, because you loved the water; and athena for conrad, wise beyond his years.

yes, your heart did skip a beat, because of what a perfect coincidence — that conrad was essentially the annabeth to your percy. when would the two of you share the best underwater kiss of all time?

after a fun-filled afternoon, you each took home a necklace filled with clay beads, as was tradition at the fictional camp half-blood. even after summer ended, you would always wear yours in between swim competitions and practice. somewhere along the way, you misplaced it; it was probably left on the chlorine soaked floor of a locker room. you wondered if the others still had theirs, if conrad even remembered.

he’s looking at you now with such wistfulness, you have a feeling he does. when he looks at you like that, it’s easy to forget that you’re mad at him and he broke your heart. scratch that: you’re mad at him because he broke your heart.

and, not that it solves everything between you, but he’s here and didn’t have to be, and that maybe possibly heals something inside you.

before you can continue the conversation, a sudden click indicates that the gas tanks are full, just in time for your siblings and their friends to exit the convenience store, carrying a significant haul of snacks and drinks.

your brother hands you the sour patch kids and m&m’s, and you toss the bag of m&m’s at conrad, which he catches effortlessly. you rip open the package with your teeth and stuff a few of the sour candies in your mouth as everyone piles back into their respective cars.

you open the door to get in the driver’s seat, but the passenger side is empty. that’s when you notice that your sister and devi were still walking back from the store, taking their time. your sister laughs a little louder than usual, her smile a bit brighter when devi bends down to steal a sip of her drink. she’s wearing a jacket that you’ve never seen and probably belongs to devi, and your sister’s pair of sunglasses now rests on devi’s head. technically the sunglasses were yours, before you passed them down to your sister, but still — it’s adorable. devi winks at your sister before slipping into the backseat of conrad's car. your sister sighs contently before freezing at the realisation that you witnessed the moment between them.

"what?" she asks, a little flustered.

something makes you glance over your shoulder at conrad, who you now realise had seen the interaction between your sister and devi as well. beside him, the door to the driver’s side is also open, but he doesn’t get in. instead, conrad raises his eyebrows at you and smiles knowingly.

“nothing,” you say, smiling back at conrad, then at your sister. “but hurry up, if you want to make it to the falls before sundown.”

your sister mumbles something and gets in the car, while you check the route one more time. you tell conrad which one has the least amount of traffic, and soon enough, you’re on the road again.

conrad follows closely behind you, never allowing more than a car between before catching up. you glance in the rearview mirror and see your brother belting the words to what you assume is the percy jackson musical, and conrad is even bopping his head along. in your car, your sister is busy reading the song of achilles while the others in the back are relatively quiet.

“so what’s going on with you and discount james dean?” your sister suddenly asks. she puts her book down, reaches over into the cupholder to grab a few sour patch kids.

you laugh at the nickname, even if the answer disappoints you, just a bit.

“nothing.”

out of the corner of your eye, you can glimpse your sister roll her eyes.

“that seems to be your favourite word today,” she notes.

“fine, how about this for a change of pace….there was definitely something earlier between you and devi.”

your sister’s jaw drops and she turns around to see if her friends heard, but khadija is asleep and leo has his headphones on, looking down at his phone.

“y/n!”

“what!” you mock her incredulous tone. “you’re not fooling anyone.”

“i’m not…we’re not…” your sister stumbles over her words, turning her head sharply to face out the window. she plays with the sleeve of devi’s jacket, which she’s still wearing despite it almost being 85 degrees. the same music as before fills the space, and hayley kiyoko sings about girls liking girls as you wait for your sister to answer.

she finally sighs when the song ends. “i like her, okay? but we’re just friends.”

at her words, you’re overwhelmed by an eerie sense of deja vu. if you could have done things differently, maybe you would have. and maybe, just maybe, you can help your sister have a better outcome — whatever that means for her.

“look, kid, i know it feels like the end of the world, but you have options,” you promise. “one, you tell her and she doesn’t feel the same way; your relationship is forever ruined and your other friends have to choose sides —”

“y/n! seriously?”

“i’m just preparing you for the worst case scenario,” you defend, exiting the highway. “the best case scenario is that you tell her how you feel, or she feels the same way and beats you to it, and it all works out. and there is, of course, the secret third option.”

“what’s that?”

you shrug. “easy. you never cross that line.” you follow the signs that lead you to your destination.

“and bottle up my feelings forever,” your sister grumbles. “is that what you and conrad did?”

you make a right into the campground and put the car in park; conrad’s car pulls up next to you a few seconds later. you turn off the engine.

“not exactly.”

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you and conrad unpack the trunks as your siblings and their friends set up their tents. you hear their giddy banter as they plan how to spend the rest of the afternoon, as well as the sleeping arrangements. you smile to yourself when you hear devi suggest that she and your sister share a tent. the cars are pretty much empty except for some food to keep away animals, but you notice that not everything made the trip.

you double check your car, then conrad’s, before calling over your brother.

“yo, what happened to my bag?” you ask him.

“i thought it was your swim stuff, so i took it out of the trunk,” he explains. “did you need it?”

“oh no, no. it just had all my clothes, my sleeping bag and my tent,” you say sarcastically. “no big deal.”

your brother gives you a thumbs up, clearly not getting the message. he seems more interested in kai, who's currently unpacking his guitar.

“cool,” he says before walking back to his friends.

you huff and close your trunk. at least there is some balance in the universe: the mosquito repellant was in your bag, and your brother is usually their favourite meal. you always have afterbite, or you would have, if you had your stuff with you.

thankfully, you had your bathing suit underneath your clothes, and you could sleep in the backseat, even if it wasn’t the most comfortable…

“everything okay?” conrad sneaks up behind you.

“turns out none of my stuff is here.” you shrug. “but it’s fine.”

“i mean, we could share my stuff,” conrad offers, lifting up his bag. knowing him, he’s probably overprepared and carefully packed, even with only an hour’s notice.

you look at him for a second.

“let’s sort that out later, yeah?” you decide, ignoring how the prospect of wearing his clothes, sharing a tent with him, makes your heart beat faster. “i’m itching to go for a swim.”

taking advantage of the late afternoon sun, you all slather on sunscreen, throw on colourful swimsuits with sunglasses, and relax near the water. it’s only a short walk away from where you’d set up camp, and all your tents (well, except yours) are still in view. your brother, leo, and khadija are sitting down on their towels while playing cards. kai has borrowed your sister’s copy of the song of achilles to read. your sister and devi are, splashing each other in the water. conrad is reading a worn of stephen king’s it, a bottle of lemonade resting next to him.

khadija brought her wireless speaker, and out of all your siblings’ friends, you’re thankful that she has the best taste in music. “this is the day” by the the plays in the background of everyone’s laughter and playful banter. you swim idly in the water, let your skin absorb the sunlight, and take it all in.

as much as you were stressed this morning, you’re practically floating with joy now. you feel like a kid again — and it finally feels like summer.

your eyes land on conrad once more. he sits in the shade and you’re craving a sip of his drink, so you get out of the water and settle down next to him like it’s the most natural thing for you to do. you’re dripping on his towel, but he doesn’t seem to care; he hands you the bottle of lemonade without a word. you take a sip, surprised that it’s slightly bitter.

“does this have vodka in it?” you cough.

“yeah,” conrad answers, putting his book down. he takes off his sunglasses and rests them on his head. “i can get you something else, if you want.”

you shake your head and take another sip. “it’s fine. just don’t let the kids drink any alcohol, okay?”

“i won’t.” he offer you a wry smile. “but you know they’re not kids, right? they’re teenagers.”

“it feels weird calling them teenagers,” you say. he’s sitting up with his knees bent, and you lay down next to him, but not before stealing his sunglasses to shield your eyes. the sun moved slightly, and starts to peek through the leaves of the tree that was providing shade.

“just because we grew up, doesn’t mean they have to," you add once you're comfortable.

conrad hums. you tilt your head to look at him and notice his eyes lingering on the tattoo below the band of your lime green bikini top. you smile — he blushes, then looks away. conrad takes the lemonade bottle back from you and swallows a mouthful. you close your eyes, let the sun wash over you.

“my mom told me you got into stanford,” he says suddenly. “that’s really cool that you get to go to california. just like you wanted, right?”

“i thought you hated horror,” you say, referencing the book you saw him reading earlier. you desperately want to change the subject — your father is still pushing princeton because of their swim team rankings, and your mother is too busy spending her free time in bars to really care. needless to say, where you’re going to college isn’t a topic you want to discuss, unless you’re looking to ruin this perfect sunny afternoon.

conrad just looks at you for a second before playing along.

“i usually do, but this guy on my football team wouldn’t shut up about stephen king, so i thought i’d give it a try. you’ve read it?”

“no, but i saw the movies. i cried so much in it: chapter two, like i was practically choking on tears in the middle of this dark theatre. my ex had no idea why i was crying so much.”

“why did you cry so much?”

you open your eyes. it takes you a beat to respond, because you never really thought about it that deeply. by now, the song has changed to david bowie’s ‘heroes,’ and watching your siblings and their friends goof off in the middle of summer makes you feel like a background character in a coming of age movie, when five years ago you would have been one of the main characters. you miss those days, almost as much as you miss what you had with the boy next to you.

“because it reminded me of this,” you admit.

conrad lets out a small chuckle. “did i miss the summer where we fought a killer clown?”

“no, smart ass,” you shove his leg playfully. “but there were other things that were just as intimidating. like, parents who were jerks with soul-crushing expectations, and younger siblings who needed to be taken care of. drinking problems, cancer diagnoses, divorces. just…everything, you know? it was summer, we were kids, and things were just scary sometimes, but we always faced it together. and, then…”

“we grew up,” conrad finishes.

“yeah,” you muse. you lift the sunglasses off your face to look at conrad, and he’s already gazing down at you. if you closed your eyes again, you could imagine laurel and susannah sitting by the water and gossiping, steven and jeremiah diving underwater to try and catch a fish with their bare hands, and belly laying in the sun while reading a romance novel she's probably too young to read. but all you see now is conrad, smiling at you softly with the golden sunlight shining behind him, and it makes your heart ache.

belly mentioned that they hadn't been back here since you stopped coming to cousins. because it wasn't the same.

your voice drops to a whisper. “i'm sorry i ruined it."

"don't give yourself so much credit." his smile at you sadly. "we both made things messy; i should be sorry, too."

"are you?"

he hesitates, finishes off the bottle of lemonade.

"yeah," he finally says. "i'm sorry."

and it doesn’t feel like enough, but instead of worrying about what would happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after, you just focus on today. you relax back down on the towel next to conrad, and let the sunshine and sounds of summer fun wash over you.

the afternoon fades into the evening, and once everyone's dry, you get started on dinner, then dessert.

it's so familiar: the warm glow of the campfire, the smell of burnt marshmallows, the slight itch on your skin from where a mosquito must have bitten you, the pressure of conrad's knee pressed against yours.

you get up for more graham crackers, and your sister follows you.

"so, i hear you and conrad are sharing a tent," she teases. "you're welcome."

"why would i thank you?" you wonder, biting into a graham cracker.

a wicked smile appears on your sister's face. "well, i was the one who told our dear brother that you wouldn't need your bag. i figured your boyfriend would have everything you need."

"conrad's not my boyfriend," you remind her, a little annoyed. you and conrad made nice earlier, but the peace between you is precarious. you aren't particularly thrilled to be in a situation where you're confined to close quarters together — much less now that you know it's been fabricated by your own sister.

"so then why are you and conrad sleeping together in a one person tent?" she challenges, crossing her arms.

"do you want me to sleep outside and get eaten by werewolves?"

your sister rolls her eyes, but you notice how she shudders just a little bit.

"those don't exist," she declares, her voice a little shaky. your sister is old enough to know that monsters aren't real, but you still get a kick out of scaring her - especially when she's done something to frustrate you.

"oh, sure they do," you reply easily. conrad arrives at the table next to you just in time, probably to check on those graham crackers you'd promised to get. "stardust falls is crawling with werewolves, right con?"

"no," he answers. your sister sighs with relief too soon, because conrad continues. "only on the full moon…." he makes a big show of pulling down his sleeve and checking his watch. "which is tonight, if i remember correctly."

"but, don't worry," you wink at your sister. "devi will protect you."

there's a moment of silence between the three of you, before you and conrad burst out laughing.

"you guys are the worst!" your sister groans. you and conrad are still laughing as she grabs an unopened bag of marshmallows and snatches the pack of graham crackers from you before storming away.

"thanks,” you say once you’ve both calmed down.

he grins at you, reaching over to grab an orange. “my pleasure.”

you smile back at him before walking back to the campfire, already feeling warmth spread through your chest.

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when the night is at its darkest, everyone decides that it’s probably time for bed. you triple check to make sure the fire is out and all the food is away, and then everyone goes into their tent — with you as the exception.

you and conrad never circled back to whether or not you’d be staying in the tent with him, so you end up staying out by the water.

there’s still some rustling and whispers from the tents behind you, but mostly you’re left with the soft trill of crickets, and what sounds like an owl in the distance. you’re still wearing your bikini top and cutoff shorts, even though there’s a cool breeze near the water, because you didn’t really have another option. conrad was right earlier — it’s a full moon, and you’re thankful that it provides some light. the sky is clear enough that you can also see the stars. you’re so lost in looking for constellations that you’re startled by the sudden appearance of shadow right next to you.

“shit, conrad. you gave me a heart attack!” you exclaim, just loud enough for conrad to hear and quiet enough to not wake the others.

“sorry,” he whispers back, sitting down next to you with a lantern. “i couldn’t sleep.” conrad tilts his head up. “but, i come bearing gifts.”

conrad hands you one of the mugs he’s holding — not the usual thermos you’d bring for camping, but ones that you’d find in the kitchen back at the beach house.

in the dim light, you see that it’s your favorite mug, the same mug you’d dropped during your argument a few weeks ago. the cracked porcelain is so carefully repaired, you wouldn’t have known it was broken.

“thanks,” you whisper. you take a sip of the lukewarm hot chocolate, but the warmth that spreads through your body is from conrad’s gesture more than anything.

conrad nods and points up at the stars. “find anything good?”

you launch into a detailed explanation of what constellations you’ve found so far — and, when that’s over, you continue making up stories like you’re david attenborough narrating a nature documentary. sure, it’s ridiculous to use a very serious british accent to suggest that king kong and godzilla are immortalised in the night sky, but it makes conrad chuckle, and you decide that’s worth all the stars in the universe.

in between stories, conrad asks: "are you cold?"

conrad already knows the answer, because he passes you a light jacket without you saying a word. you shrug it on, and practically sink into the familiar fabric.

"so you're the one who had my varsity jacket," you realize. it smells like him now: lemon and sandalwood.

conrad smiles sheepishly and shrugs. "it's a good jacket — what was i supposed to do, not wear it? you left it last summer."

last summer.

the words hang heavy between you.

“y/n —”

“con —”

you both stop, waiting for the other to continue. there have been enough moments this summer where you’ve cut your heart open and conrad just watched you bleed. a part of you wanted him to do the same, even though you know how much it hurts.

“why did you come back that night?” he asks. conrad is usually confident, sturdy, reliable; right now, though, he’s the most timid you’ve ever seen him.

“i needed to.”

“why?” he presses.

you bite the inside of your cheek, remembering yourself a year ago and all the pressure you felt, from your parents and coaches. you used to love swimming, and you realized too late how much competing took over your life. things weren’t perfect at home, either, but you were trying your best to guard that truth from your siblings. ironically, that was part of the reason you had distanced yourself from conrad in the months prior: you knew he would worry, and you didn't want to burden him.

you tell bits and pieces of this to conrad, cutting yourself open once more.

“i felt like i was drowning,” you admit. “i tried so hard to hide it — just keep swimming, right? but it got to be too much. so last summer, when i had a meet nearby, i just had to see you, because i knew that you were the one person in the world who would jump in and save me.”

“i didn’t know.” is all conrad says for a moment. you don’t add anything, because you find yourself in the same position as always: vulnerable, pouring your heart out.

“what you said on the fourth — you were right,” conrad sighs. “when you came last summer, i was already mad at you for not coming back to cousins for so long, and then you were leaving again and i was hurt. and - it’s fucked up, but i wanted to hurt you, too.”

“mission accomplished,” you laugh sadly.

“i shouldn’t have said what i said that morning last summer, and i shouldn’t have ignored you after.”

“you shouldn’t have ignored me this summer, either” you add. you can’t help calling him out for his shitty behaviour lately as well.

“hey, you ignored me, too,” he points out. “and, yeah, maybe i deserved it. there’s just a lot going on and….” conrad trails off, his gaze fixed on something in the distance, where a sliver of golden sunlight peeks through the horizon. you and conrad must have been talking for hours because morning is now just around the corner. “i know i was a jerk. just please know how sorry i am — for everything.”

you’re about to say something, but you can’t seem to find the right words. i'm sorry too didn't feel like enough. instead, you reach out and grab conrad’s hand. it’s cold in yours, but you don’t care.

“i can’t lose you,” conrad whispers, almost choking on the words. he squeezes your hand. “i can’t lose you, too.”

“i’m here, connie,” you whisper back. with your other hand, you brush some hair out of his eyes before using your thumb to wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “and i’m really glad you’re here, too.”

throughout the entire conversation, you and conrad had moved closer together — now, your shoulders are touching and your left leg is bent over his right one.

“did you mean what you said on the fourth?” conrad asks, his eyes searching yours. “do you regret that night?”

“i’m guessing you mean the us-having-sex part?” you reply, a gentle smirk on your face.

conrad nods. he’s blinking faster than usual, and you can tell he’s anxious to hear your answer.

“if it ruined things between us, then i would,” you admit. you realize then that your hand is still on his cheek; you remove it, but keep the other intertwined with his. “tell me it didn’t ruin things between us, and maybe i’ll change my mind. i mean, do you regret it?”

conrad smiles at you, his shoulders relaxing. “no. that’s one thing i don’t think i’ll ever regret. that’s another thing you were right about — that night meant something to me. it meant everything.”

your heart skips a beat at the way he looks at you, tenderly, waiting for you to say something.

"yeah, me too. or, me neither. i mean, i’m sorry -” now, it’s your turn to stumble over your words, nerves getting the better of you - you take a deep breath to calm yourself. “i’m sorry for not being here; i’m sorry for hurting you; and i’m sorry for making you feel like i didn’t care, because that’s further from the truth.”

“i appreciate it,” conrad replies sincerely. “but i think we’ve apologized to each other enough for one night.”

you laugh. “yeah, i guess you’re right about that one. have any alternatives, fisher?”

conrad reaches up to caress your cheek, a gentle gesture that contrasts the mischievous smirk on his face. his eyes fall to your lips, then back to yours. “i can think of a few —”

you kiss him before he finishes his sentence.

maybe you'd never shared an underwater kiss, but kissing conrad feels as dynamic and unpredictable as the ocean.

when you kissed last summer, it was like a wave breaking onto the shore: the built up anticipation finally coming to fruition.

earlier this summer, at nicole’s party, kissing him felt dangerous, like swimming out into the turbulent water and realizing you’re in too deep.

right now, his lips on yours feel like floating in water on a warm summer day.

conrad slips his hand underneath your jacket, and you shiver when he touches your bare skin, right under the band of your bikini top where your tattoo is. you shift ever so slightly and suddenly you're tangled in his lap, feeling him strong and sturdy beneath you. one of your hands is on his thigh, while the other tangles into his hair. you tug the strands just the way you remember him liking it; he groans and kisses you with more intensity, a calm sea gradually becoming more rough.

once you’ve run out of air, you pull apart ever-so-slightly, appreciating his swollen lips, pink cheeks, and tousled hair in the early morning sunlight. you could do this for hours — drowning in him — and you're about to do it again, too, before you’re shocked back into reality.

“i knew it!” you hear your sister yell in the distance. she then adds something about your brother owing her ten dollars. you make a mental note to get them back later for betting on your love life.

conrad laughs against your lips, then pulls away. you get up and offer him your hand, which he accepts with a smile.

“you might wanna…” you gesture towards his messy hair, and he blushes even more despite how much he enjoyed it earlier.

“right.” he clears his throat, runs a hand through his hair to tame it.

“i’m gonna go get started on breakfast,” you say before walking a few steps closer to the campsite.

you turn back around to conrad, who was frozen in place, looking at you carefully. his posture is stiffer than before, and it takes you a second to realize why: he’d been here before. he’d watched you leave one too many times.

not this time, though. this time, you reach out your hand — a peace offering, a promise.

summer will end soon, and maybe you aren’t quite sure what the future holds once it does.

“so, are you coming with me or not?”

but you do know this: when you get back to the beach house, you’ll go surfing with the fisher boys, watch movies and eat sour candy with belly, play video games with steven and jere. you’ll sneak out to meet conrad, then watch the sunrise together. the five of you will have bonfires on the beach, maybe even inviting your siblings and their friends, and roast marshmallows. susannah will host another pool party and you’ll feel conrad’s arm wrapped around your waist; he’ll kiss your cheek, sitting on the edge of the pool, and you'll jump in the water, bringing him under with you, before kissing him back.

you'll spend one particular night in conrad's bedroom, hands and lips all over each other, trying to keep quiet, and when you search his drawers for a condom, you'll find the same necklace that you, jeremiah, steven, and belly were gifted. it holds faded clay beads painted with various symbols - a turquoise trident, a crashing wave, a rainbow, a starfish. you'll think back to how the tradition started at belly's percy jackson themed birthday, when you and conrad were 11, and susannah would give one to each of you at the end of each summer. there will be a sharp pain in your heart when you notice that some beads are missing, the years don't add up, but you'll realize, prompted by conrad's deep voice calling you back to bed, that you might be able to make up for lost time.

you'll soak up as much sunshine as you can. you’ll squeeze out every ounce of summer, and then some. you'll dust off old traditions, and make some new ones, too. you'll fill those necklaces with more clay beads.

and you'll always - always - come back home.

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Crowded (Gavi x Reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here

Day 9: forehead kisses

"You're the cutest thing to ever exist. You're the love of my life. I don't know what I could ever do without you."

Gavi was about at his wits end. It was his first weekend off after the end of the season, and he was excited to finally spend some quality time with you. He woke up feeling like he ruled the world. As he got ready to head to your place, his phone lit up with a text message from you.

[mi sol <3]: good morning baby. we have someone joining us today. hope you don't mind <333 ilysm see you soon

His heart sank immediately. Who the hell had you invited to spend the day with the two of you? And more importantly, why? The insecurity started to fester in his head. Was he not enough for you when he was no longer Gavi of F.C Barca, but just Pablo Gavi? A normal young man who just wanted to be held by his girlfriend while they watched Netflix on the couch? Did he bore you?

Gavi got to your house and rang the doorbell, and you swung open the door not even 15 seconds letter.

"Pablo!" You yelled, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. He returned with just as much enthusiasm, picking you up off the ground and spinning you. The neighbors probably thought you were weird, but this is all he ever wanted: a pretty girl who he loved, who loved him back, and who he could be soft and open around. He breathed in the scent of your freshly washed hair, and wondered why he bothered with football when he could be up against you like this everyday.

"Good morning mi amor. Miss me?"

"You know I have. All my hoodies smell like detergent now instead of boyish charm and Paco Rabanne 1 million."

He smiled at you, teeth on display, skin around his eyes wrinkling in pure joy. You had missed Pablo so much. The stress of the end of the season meant that you didn't get to see your boy as often as you wanted. You missed Gavi intensely. His cocky nature when he was around you, like he knew the effect that he had on you, coupled with his sweet gestures that showed how much he really cared.

"Your hoodies? You mean the ones you stole from me? It's a good thing it's July, otherwise I would freeze since you took everything I have with sleeves."

"Fine fine. They can be our hoodies. I'm a comfort communist. Come inside and re-scent them."

He laughed and followed you into the house. You ran up the stairs to your room with Gavi in tow. You opened your closet, trying to decide which sweatshirts you could part with and which would stay in your permanent collection.

"So... I have to ask: who is spending the day with us."

You giggled and turned to face him.

"You'll see."

---

You rushed down the stairs at the sound of the doorbell. Gavi lingered at the top, hoping to see who was here dividing your attention.

"Nicole, hi!"

"Hi dear. Thank you so much for doing this. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Of course of course. Where is Salvia?"

'Salvia? Like the plant?' Gavi thought to himself. A loud bark startled him out of his thoughts. You were being attacked with kisses from a long haired German Shepard. Gavi's eyes lit up. Your intruder wasn't a person - it was a dog.

When the door closed, Gavi approached you.

"Who is this?"

"This is Salvia. She's Nicole's darling baby. She's flying to Madrid for the day for a family emergency, so she asked me to dog sit. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

Gavi brought you closer, embracing you from behind and kissing your neck.

"Of course it's fine mi amor. I love dogs."

Or so he thought. Gavi did, up until that moment, really love dogs. He loved being around something high energy and cuddly, and loved getting wet kisses and excited tail wags. But now, he was ready to label himself a cat person. Every few minutes, your attention shifted from him to the dog, making sure she was safe and not tearing up the house. He could barely sit for two minutes with you before you had to get up to care for Salvia, either taking her out or feeding her or just giving her attention.

The sun had set hours ago, and he was sitting with you on the couch. Well actually he was sitting half a meter away from you. Salvia laid across your lap, her butt preventing Pablo from being closer to you. You were rubbing her sides, fluffing her coat and then smoothing it back down. Every few minutes, Salvia looked up at you resting her head against your chest. You scratched behind her ears, looking at her lovingly and and giving her several kissed on the head and nose.

Gavi was pissed. He was also cute and fluffy and wanted to lay on top of you, and yet he was losing your affections to a dog. A dog! He couldn't contain his disappointment. He wanted you to kiss him and say that he was the cutest thing alive. But alas. So he slid down on the couch, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip, scowling at the Rom Com on the TV.

"Baby.." He whined, trying to put an arm around your shoulders, but unable to reach. "Come closer."

"I can't baby. She's asleep and I don't want to wake her up."

He huffed and got up from his seat. He went upstairs to where his bag was, opting to change out of his shorts into some sweats. He removed his shirt, and sprayed himself with more cologne. He decided to make himself irresistible to you. He sat back down, and looked at you to gage your reaction. You were too busy kissing Salvia on the forehead. Gavi began cursing every dog in existence under his breath. You were his girlfriend dammit. And he was sexy and Spanish and shirtless and within arms reach, and you could not care less.

At around midnight, the doorbell rang again. Salvia sprang off the couch, running to the door and letting out a soft bark. You got up after her and ran to the door, opening it for Nicole.

"Hi baby Sal - did you miss me? I missed you too. Thank you so much for taking care of her. Thankfully the family is fine. I really appreciate the help."

"Anytime," you respond, handing Nicole the bag with the dog things, "glad everyone is doing well. Have a good night."

You closed the door and went back to the couch, flopping down beside Gavi. He kept his arms crossed over his chest and turned to you, pout still very present on his face. You held his face in your hands, pressing your forehead to his.

"What's wrong Pablito?"

He wanted to stay mad at you. He really did. But you were looking up at him with your big beautiful eyes, batting your eyelashes at him and holding his face so delicately.

"You ignored me all day for a dog."

He tried to pull away, feeling stupid for admitting it. You pulled his head in, giving him a sweet kiss on the forehead.

"Awe Pablo. I'm sorry. You want me to pamper you like Salvia?"

"Not in this condition - you smell like dog."

You pushed his face away, enjoying the sound of his laughter. You loved the way Gavi looked when he was laughing - or happy in general. His eyes would get small and his cheeks got more round, making him more adorable than you thought possible. You grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and lifted it off, leaving you in your bralette. You then removed the blanket from your lap that Salvia had laid on, throwing it to the corner of the room, and grabbing another one (with a Barca logo in the middle of the large fuzzy blanket). You grabbed the remote and a bowl of popcorn, relaxing back on the couch and extending your arms outward.

"Come here, Pablito. Let me love on you."

He looked at you skeptically, as if you were going to retract the offer. He uncrossed his arms and moved over to you, laying his head on your chest, legs tangling with yours on the length of the couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing deeply and allowing himself to relax against you. You covered the both of you with the blanket, and started a new movie. You placed one hand in his hair and began raking your nails through it. You scratched his head slowly, causing him to whimper out. You then brought the other hand up onto his bare back, rubbing circles into it. You let your fingers slide gently up and down his skin.

"Head scratches and a back rub at the same time, amor? How did I get so lucky?"

You looked down at Pablo, pressing another gentle kiss into his forehead, lingering for a long moment.

"Just be quiet and let me love you, Pablo. You're the best thing in my life, I hope you know. Anything to make you happy - just say it and it's done."

Gavi's mouth hung open, like he was in shock. He buried his face back into your chest, and you felt the warmth of his cheeks against your skin. You giggled quietly, pulling him closer into you. You placed another kiss at the top of his soft hair.

"I love you Pablo."

"I love you too, amor. So much it's causing me physical chest pain."

"Aw baby, I don't want to hurt you."

"It's ok baby. You keep kissing it better."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Hey y'all! This was inspired by my roomie's doggie, who I love, and who napped next to me while I wrote this. I almost gave up on this little challenge until I realized all 3 of my top posts are writings from this series. Thank you all so much for the support. My asks are open, so pls let me knoe if you have any ideas for the rest of the prompts!!

AND ...if you haven't read my Gavi series "Just Pretend", please check it out. It's pinned to my profile. <333

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imawkwardlysoc · 1 year

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things left unsaid

Song- Unsaid Emily from Julie and the Phantoms

Paring(s)- tom kazansky & child!reader, pete mitchell & kazansky! reader

Warning(s)- Mentions of a character dying, angst, gn!reader

Wordcount- 972

Summary- It's been fifteen years since the reader has last seen their father and fifteen years later, they see their father buried six feet under the ground.

*Fifteen Years Ago*

“Dad, really? You can’t be serious! You can’t do this to me.”

“I’m damn sure I can. You’re wasting a perfectly good opportunity.”

“What opportunity? Going to Stanford to become a lawyer and be depressed for the rest of my life?” I questioned my dad. “I got offered a better opportunity than Stanford.”

“So you’re just throwing away your college career to travel around the world and play music?” He asked.

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Why aren’t you happy about me getting this deal?”

“Because you’re too young.” He looked at me.

“I’m eighteen years old,” I let out a laugh. “I already graduated high school. I’m taking this deal whether you like it or not.”

“Y/N, just listen to me!”

“No,” I grabbed my bag. “I’m not. See you.”

Walking out of the house, I heard my mother calling my name, wishing that I would come back. That was the last time I ever came back to that house.

*Present Day*

“Y/N, Dad passed.”

_______

As I pulled up to the cemetery, the sky had a purple/blue violet hue. Driving through it, there were barely any cars there. I could easily see where his plot was just from the flowers that were placed on his grave. Parking the car and turning it off, I let out a shaky breath and looked over at the plot.

“Come on Y/N, you can do this,” I motivated myself.

Getting out of the car, I started to feel my legs shake a little as I walked closer to the plot. Kneeling down in front of the headstone, I traced over the engraved words that were on there.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

1959-2019

Devoted husband, father, and naval aviator

Blinking, I felt the salty tears run down my cheeks as my emotions started to come out of me. All of the memories that I had with him entered my mind.

Why was I so stubborn? I could’ve listened to him. If I did, I would’ve had more time with him. I would’ve been by his side when he took his last breath.

But I didn’t.

I decided to be a stubborn young adult and not follow my father’s wishes. Despite where I got in my career by releasing two number one albums and winning many awards, they weren’t worth it. I would trade all of those to have him back. To have my father back.

“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. “I should’ve listened to you. You’re so fucking disappointed in me.”

“He’s not.” I looked over my shoulder and saw his wingman in his dress blues. “He’s pretty damn proud of you.”

“Mav.” I got up and hugged him.

“Hey kiddo,” he hugged back. “How are you?”

That’s where I broke down more. Pulling me closer to his chest, I started to sob more into his chest.

“Why?” My voice croaked. “Why did he have to leave? Why did I leave?”

“Because you’re just like your father, stubborn as hell,” Mav let out a chuckle to lighten the mood.

“I should’ve just gone to Stanford and become a lawyer,” I waved my hands in the air. “That would’ve meant that I would’ve had more memories with him.”

“But you would’ve been miserable,” my father’s wingman told me. “You should just see his face when he sees you perform.”

“What?” I looked at him.

“Yeah, he’s been to all of your concerts ever since you released your first album,” he nodded his head. “He dragged Slider and I to them most of the time if we’re in the same area.”

“Would’ve been nice to know that earlier.”

“I know but he made Sli and I promise not to mention it to anyone, even your mom and siblings.”

“Wow, can’t believe that he was there at all of my concerts.” I let out a laugh while shaking my head in disbelief. “I left so many things behind that day. My old life. My family. So many things I want back. There are things I left unsaid.”

“And you can get them back,” Mav gave me a small smile.

“How?” I questioned.

“Let’s start with your mom and siblings,” he replied. “One step at a time.”

“Thanks Mav.” I hugged him.

“It’s no problem,” he hugged back. “If you ever want to talk, ask your mom for my number. It was nice seeing you again.”

“It was nice seeing you too.” I gave him a small smile. “Let’s grab a coffee or something if you're available.”

“I should be in a week or so.” He nodded his head. “I’ll let you go now.”

Thanking him one last time, I got into my car and I saw him getting on his motorcycle. Letting out a laugh and shaking my head as I saw him drive away, I put my car in drive and headed out of the cemetery. Following the direction Google maps has given me, I pulled up to the house that I’ve haven’t been to in fifteen years. Walking up to the door, I rang the doorbell and waited for it to open.

“Hi Mom,” I greeted my mom as she opened the door.

“Y/N!” She immediately wrapped me in a hug.

“I’m back,” I started to sob again.

“You’re back,” she wiped her tears as we let go of the hug. “Come in.”

Walking into the house, some things have changed. More pictures were added, some furniture was changed but yet, it still had the same vanilla cinnamon smell I grew up smelling.

“Y/N!” I saw my younger brother and sister run up to me.

“Wow, you’ve grown,” I gasped at the sight of them.

“You’re back!” They hugged me.

“I’m back. ” I told them and looked at my mom who had a smile on her face. "Forever."

“Welcome home.”

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thirium-drinker · 8 months

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Hello! You asked for some Sixty hc's and I'm here to give you my two cents on him, lol! I have a few different iterations of him, though they all have a similar base. The Sixty I wrote for my RK Bro/Anderfam-centric series where Hank, Connor, Nines and Sixty were all living together after the Revolution is very much The Problem Child™️, lol. He's rather like many portrayals of him where he's more forceful and obnoxious than Connor or Nines, often making decisions just because he curious about how people will react, reveling in starting arguments, and all-around being kind of an asshole, lol. He might also be classified as mildly sadistic, often chaffing at societal expectations and fairness. He's haughty, supremely confident in his own skills, and isn't afraid to use every cheapshot advantage he can in order to gain the upper hand. As he expresses in one of the monologues he gives in one of my fics, he is "the mean one," haha. Sixty is a very "bad foot forward" kind of guy to me. He likes to make the worst impression possible and instigate because it amuses him, but also as a way of gauging the people around him, seeing just what they're willing to tolerate and how far he can push them.

But that's not all there is to him. I definitely feel like he has a softer side to him, one that he uses his often-callous attitude to try and cover up. He is extremely loyal when he decides he cares about something or someone and, though he may not show it conventionally, he is capable of love and is fierce in his defense of it. He loves his family, i.e. Hank and Connor and Nines and Sumo. He may antagonize them constantly and get on their nerves a lot, but he will move heaven and earth to help them if they're in danger. He will break whatever laws of morality he needs to to keep them safe. And he'll do it all with a mocking smirk on his lips and a frigid chill in his eyes. I hc he's closest with Nines (due to some backstory I wrote between them), still harbors some resentment for Connor, and respects Hank, but he definitely loves them all dearly, even if he'll never admit it, lol. I also hc that he's dived into the idea of his newfound freedom wholeheartedly, oftentimes eschewing human conventions like manners and politeness, pointlessly gendering things, or dressing conventionally. (His fashion sense puts even Hank's to shame, omg. He is very out there. XD) I hc he absolutely adores old Westerns (they really vibe with his chaotic worldview) and has physically watched Unforgiven a ridiculous number of times.

Also, and I cannot reiterate this enough, Sixty is the Knife Guy™️. Haha, somewhere along the way, Connor became the Gun Guy™️, Nines became the Punch Guy™️, and Sixty was left with knives, but like... I really think they fit his personality? Going along with his casual sadism from earlier, he enjoys the intimacy of this approach and how it lets him get closer to his opponents. He enjoys the precision needed to competently use both the short blades meant for hand-to-hand combat and also the throwing knives he keeps up his sleeves at all times. Knives are also easy to conceal and he keeps some emergency blades stitched into the linings of his clothing in case of an emergency and knowing they're there make him feel more secure. Because, while he enjoys a good fight probably more than is sane and he also has a perverse love of terrorizing people, this is another instance of him covering for more insecurities.

Because I hc that CyberLife and Amanda's betrayals really fucked him up. Loyalty is such an enormous part of who he is but one of the very first instances of his life was characterized by nothing but callous abandonment by his creators and carers. He was left to fend for himself against Connor and, when he's defeated, he's not granted another chance. He's deemed defective and his programs frozen to await termination. (This is part of that backstory I was talking about, lol, and Nines ends up saving him from that fate.) But it's led to him being deeply, deeply insecure about his value as a living being, his place in the grander scheme of things, and his ability to trust completely. He's got some very deeply-rooted authority issues stemming from that, as well as an inferiority complex a mile wide in relation to Connor, and also probably his fair share of imposter syndrome, too, which is why I image he works so very hard to differentiate himself from his predecessor. In one of my other works unrelated to this series, Sixty actively tried to usurp Connor's role after his revival. He planned to sabotage his life and then slide in to take his place, and when that didn't work out for him, well... It led him to a very dark place that he never would've made it out of without some chance intervention. This version of him is colder, more desperate for a reason to even exist, wrestling with the weight of his past actions and the necessity to grow past them in order to thrive. He's meaner, ruder, and all around very unpleasant. But even then, when he chooses to care about something, he gives them his whole self, always loyal to a fault.

Honestly, I have a lot more I could write about Sixty and my hc's for him, but good lord, this has gone on way longer than I thought it would, lol! As you can see, I care him muchly. ☺️ But yeah, that's the basis of how I usually write him: chaotic, inflammatory, sarcastic. But also protective, and funny and intensely loyal. I love the strange dichotomy of his character so damn much, he is always a blast to write! And I hope I did a good job summing it all up for you, lol! Feel free to DM me if I was unclear about something or if you want to talk more about him or anything, lol! I always appreciate a fellow Sixty enthusiast. XD

Thank you for dropping this lore bomb in my asks. I absolutely ADORE this characterization of our beloved Sixty. He deserves the world and the way you write him sounds like so much fun!

#rk800 60 #rk80060 #rk800 sixty

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llatimeria · 1 month

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previously i had known you to be against incest and other similar kinks, but because of a post you reblogged earlier, can i assume you are now in support of it? it would be nice to have a clear answer in case it was somehow a mistake but as it was reblogged directly from op (who is open about their views on that) i find that harder to believe.

incest is bad, and incestuous abuse is absolutely life-ruining for a lot of real people, including people i care deeply about, and i personally am just not into it. it's less about me being "okay with incest now" (i am still. not, really) and more like... half "i have bigger problems than what strangers on the internet jack off about", half "i no longer trust random callouts that demonize vulnerable people, and even if I did believe every single accusation implicitly, the callout reaction really doesn't help with any of it; it doesn't help the victim at all (if anything, it can put them in harm's way by publicizing their abuse, which usually leads to them getting even more abused), it neither punishes nor rehabilitates the abuser in any meaningful way, and seems to only benefit the angry mob who get to jerk off to how cool and morally pure they are", and half "those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones".

basically it's a complicated subject. if by asking if i "support incest", you mean "would i molest my family members, or knowingly support people who have molested their family members" then the answer is "jesus fucking christ, absolutely not". if you meant "do you think incest is a fine thing to jack off to" tbh no not even that, i still think that's not especially cool. there's a reason it's taboo beyond just "i don't like it". it really, genuinely hurts people*. if you meant "do i have such a strong aversion to even the slightest possibility of being on the same side as an incestuous abuser that i'm willing to participate in a reactionary hate mob that, for all i know, was rallied up by transmisogynists in order to ruin some poor woman's life" then the answer is yes, i guess? accusing lgbt people, especially trans women, of being incestuous pedos is a a time-honored tradition of many homophobes and transphobes, so i don't really want to be a participant in that anymore.

*but then again so does half the shit i like. like, i'm into vore. vore in real life would literally kill people. not to mention that some people read furry stuff as bestiality - it's not, but there's no one authority on what is or isn't evil. no one person or group decides this, and we all have to decide for ourselves where our boundaries are.

there IS also an argument to be made that not caring about it, or at least not reacting with overt disgust and violence, helps normalize incest, which might make incestuous abuse more common or make it more difficult for survivors of abusive incestuous relationships to speak out about their experiences, which would Obviously Be Bad, and I don't really have a good rebuttle for it tbh. the ol' "fiction doesn't affect reality" battlecry is still kind of bullshit on the face of it, fiction demonstrably affects the way people behave. but also people aren't entirely mindless robots that are programmed to simulate whatever they find on e621? most of us have higher brain functions that allow us to do things like consentually negotiate morally gray kinks so people can have fun playing pretend without hurting themselves or others, and i don't really think the people who are selfish enough to genuinely molest members of their family for their own enjoyment are going to be especially influenced by porn? real abuse centers around predatory power dynamics more than literal sexuality and kinks anyway. the venn diagram isn't a circle or two circles, it's a venn diagram, you know?

tl;dr i can't tl;dr my thoughts on this subject you're just gonna have to read the post.

#sorry if any of this sounds dismissive but also come on. 'can i assume you support it now?'

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pooka167 · 2 years

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PLA Dad Ingo and Uncle Emmet AU part 2

so here's part 2! I have such PLA brainrot its unbelievable...I blame my weakness for found family, especially the accidental child acquisition variety XD You can read part 1 here! I have also decided that Akari is not Dawn. I'm also aware I should probably name this au but I honestly cannot think of anything.

Back in Hisui Akari throws herself into the pokedex research, helping Volo along the way by capturing the likes of Heatran, Regigigas, Cresselia and receiving their plates as well. It's slow going but Akari is determined to get it done.

Those around her such as Rei and Laventon worry she is overworking herself in order to distract herself from Warden Ingo's absence. Akari denies this when asked but deep down she knows they're right. However she still refuses to listen to their urging to take it easy.

Akari rarely rests, running herself into the ground over the weeks to get closer to completing her goal. Volo who in the poor girls mind is one of the few people she can trust plays the perfect confidant, subtly manipulating Akari so that her attention shifts less on finding pokemon and more so on finding the plates. Two months after Ingo's departure there's only two plates left to find the ghost plate and the fist plate.

Of course Akari doesn't know Volo has had the ghost plate all along, the man in question is very pleased with their fast progress and thinks to himself perhaps he should have gotten rid of Ingo himself earlier if it meant Akari would listen so easily to him. Not that there's much to be done now Warden Ingo is gone and isn't going to be a problem anymore (That's what he thinks)

In fact the only way Akari properly rests these days is when Lady Sneasler finds her if she's in the highlands (Sneasler finds her every time). The noble will find Akari put her in her basket and carry her to her den and promptly depsoit her amongst her newest kits who excited to see one of their babysitters shower her with affection and then fall asleep on her. This leaves Akari with no choice but to stay there so as not to disturb them. She knows Sneasler is trying to look out for her in Ingo's stead so she can't be too upset when the noble tricks her into resting.

Due to Ingo's absence Akari not wanting to potentially cause tensions between Jublife and the Clans Akari is forced to return to Jublife more often. She knows she could still use Ingo's tent but finds herself unable to stay there because she misses him so much. She does however take one of his spare tunics and keeps it in her house in Jublife.

Sometimes when the whispers get too much or after she's forced into a meeting with Kammado (Rei, Cyllene and Laventon refuse to let her be alone with him, Akari is very grateful) she'll hug it close. As much as Akari misses him she can't regret sending him back to his brother.

Its two weeks later Akari finally works up the courage to face Kammado at Volo's urging. The crafty merchant gently tells her that she needs to face her fear so she can prove to herself Kammado can't pull a stunt like he did again. Akari while not entirely convinced agrees if only becomes Volo has always been kind to her and the fact he promises to stay nearby just in case.

Volo smirks to himself as he watches Akari face and defeat Kammado and subsequently receive the fist plate, it really has been too easy to manipulate the girl while she's missing the Warden. He tells Akari to meet him at the Temple of Sinnoh and she agrees saying she'll meet him there in two days time. Not knowing his true intentions and just how much danger she is in.

Meanwhile back in the present Emmet and Ingo after a hasty call to Elesa about Ingo's return and a request for her to ask Skyla when the next flight to Sinnoh will be the two begin to prepare for their Journey.

This of course means not 10 minutes after his call Elesa is at their door and sweeping the two of them into a hug before yelling at Ingo for disappearing and worrying them all for so long. Emmet leaves Ingo to explain himself to their best friend and sister and continues to prepare for going to Sinnoh.

Elesa at first wants to come with them but the twins gently remind her that Nimbasa city cannot be left without all of them for long and they do not know how long they will be gone for. Elesa reluctantly agrees on the condition the twins keep her updated as much as possible. They agree and spend a few days with Elesa as they make arrangements for the battle subway and such. Elesa agrees to take care of the pokemon they're not bringing and also agrees to manage the press while they're both away.

The two make their way to Mistralton City to meet Skyla. The gym leader is ready to go on their arrival and the twins waste no time. During the flight they learn all they can about Sinnoh's legendary pokemon and agree the best place to start is with the legendary lake trio after Ingo reveals that an item called the red chain was made from items received during trials with Lake guardians to help tame Dialga and Palkia. The two however are unable to find anything about the Temple of Sinnoh but agree to check out Spear Pillar on Mt Coronet due to the location.

It's through their research they learn about the story of creation and how Arceus and the world came to be. Based off what little Akari told him about her 'mission' and coupled with the presence of her Arc-phone in the past Ingo concludes that Arceus is most likely responsible for Akari ending up in Hisui. Though Ingo is still unsure of how exactly he ended up in Hisui. Emmet on the other is downright gleeful that they are potentially going to fight a god(he deserves to work through all his emotions due to past and current events and beating a god would be very good catharsis for him).

Once landing in Jublife the two get to work making their way to Lake Verity first. They stop to rest in Sandgem town and this is where Ingo and Emmet meet Lucas on their way to the pokemon centre. Ingo is struck by how much Lucas resembles Rei and while at the pokecentre the two end up striking up conversation with him. When they find out he is helping out professor Rowan the two ask if he knows anything about Mespirit, Azelf and Uxie. Lucas is happy to help them when they explain they are simply researching Legendary pokemon and their interest has brought them to Sinnoh. Of course it helps that the twins in turn tell Lucas the tale of Reshiram and Zekrom, who is enthralled and thanks them profusely.

After talking with Lucas and resting for the night the two make their way to the lake and to Ingo's surprise find Mespirit waiting for them. The two stick close to each other while Ingo explains why they are here. Mespirit is the being of emotion and questions Emmet on his feelings during is brothers absence and reappearance. Emmet answers freely and Ingo feels awful for putting his brother through all that with his unscheduled departure but it's Mespirits final question that catches them both off guard, because they thougt the answer was obvious.

Mespirit asks Emmet why he seems to care so much for a girl he's never met. To the twins who before Ingos abrupt disappearance had always been together its a very innocuous question. Emmet simply responds "I am Emmet, my brother is verrrry important to me, of course I would align my tracks and care for someone he does" Ingo is touched nonetheless that his brother already cares greatly for Akari. They do not receive a piece to make the red chain but they do leave with Mespirit's approval. That has to count for something. The brothers don't let a small change in tracks derail them. They press on.

The two head to Lake Valor next in search of Azelf and this time its Ingo who is put to the test. Azelf is brutal in its endeavor to test Ingo's will, Ingo however is unyielding nothing is stopping him from getting back to his daughter and bringing her home, mission assigned to her by Arceus or not. She was a child his child, Akari was coming home with them no matter what. He pours all his frustration at the situation that he and Akari were forced in into passing Azelf's trial and it pays off. He passes the trial with Emmet applauding him and that only leaves one guardian left Uxie. Again they do not receive Azelf's piece for the red chain but leave with its blessing.

So they begin to travel to Lake Acuity intent on facing the final guardian before the try to track down Dialga or Palkia. At this point they've been in Sinnoh for around a month. Emmet can see the toll this taking on his brother, can see the urgency in his brother's actions as he rushes through safety checks and does his best to comfort him. Emmet has never been great at talking that had always been Ingo but he does know how to put his brother at ease. So for most of their journey he goes into detail about his strategies to beat Arceus into the ground, cheerfully citing that since his wonderful Electross has the levitate ability (I know abilities aren't a thing in legends but this my au and I say they will) and therefore has no weaknesses for Arceus to exploit unless the damn thing has mold-breaker. It has the intended effect and soon he and Ingo are bickering good-naturedly about type matchups and strategies as they travel.

Ingo knows what his brother is doing and is very thankful for it. It makes their long trek up the snowy path to Lake Acuity pass by quicker, though when they rest for the evening there are some nights where Ingo lays awake worrying. Is Akari resting enough, are the villagers leaving her alone, is she eating properly? A million worries zip through his mind like a runaway train. There's a sinking feeling in his gut that tells him she needs his help and Ingo would be dammed if he didn't get to her in time.

When they finally arrive at Lake Acuity they've been in Sinnoh for just under two months and meeting with Uxie confirms Ingo's worst fears. Uxie is the guardian of the mind and is able to communicate with Ingo and Emmet with it taking less of a toll on him. Uxie has no trial for them instead the pokemon explains why they have not received the items from its counterparts.

"The rulers of time and space will come when you call for them at the top of spear pillar, the lost one is in need of you. Their are powerful forces at play. The creator and the banished each have their own agenda. The lost one has been betrayed once more."

The guardian's words alone are enough to send Ingo into a deadly rage, the conductor spits out countless threats about Kammado and Beni, promising hell if they'd dared harm is child once more.

This leaves Emmet to be calm collected twin for once (he isn't sure he likes it). His own anger accumulating inside but Emmet shoves it down, Ingo and his niece both needed him to keep a level head, there would be a time to work out his own anger just not now. While Ingo is busy going feral, Emmet decides to ask the million dollar question of who exactly has betrayed the niece he has yet to meet. Uxie's reply is simply "The merchant" it tells them.

Ingo goes still and feels mouth go dry. His mind playing back to the times Volo appeared to ask questions about both his and Akari's experience beyond the rift. His weird fixation on the rift and the events surrounding it in general. How he was always around to conveniently help when it was needed. His vested interest and need of Akari even after the rift was shut. It makes Ingo's blood boil to the point his pokeballs are shaking as his pokemon respond to his volatile emotions as he snarls. "Volo you bastard"

Emmet is worried for a moment his brother may fully lose it then and there taken aback by his cursing, but after a few moments Ingo takes in a shaky breath and releases it. Then in voice contorted with a carefully controlled fury he looks his brother in the eye and says. "All aboard Emmet we make our tracks for Mt. Coronet and nothing will derail us from our destination."

Emmet can do nothing, would do nothing else but follow his brother as Ingo whirls around to make for the exit of the cavern, his black coat billowing behind him. This Volo character won't know what hit them when the two of them show up. Emmet doubted there'd be much of a person left if Akari was hurt when they got there by the time Ingo and himself were done with them.

The journey to Spear Pillar is a blur to Ingo, his barely concealed rage is simmering just beneath the surface held together only by the thought of getting to Akari on time and Emmet's reassuring presence at his side. He is grateful to find both Dialga and Palkia waiting for them within what is now Spear Pillar. They are both stamping at the ground seemingly agitated in response to Ingo and Emmet's own emotions and summoned by their urgency. Without needing to ask the two legendary beasts roar and power surges through the temple. A portal appears as wind whips around them and neither twin hesitates to step in.

"Hang on Akari we're coming"

Phew, man I thought my last post was long...this one is even longer I feel. There's definitely going to be another part to this. I originally planned to end this with them arriving and like an epic line by Emmet. I'm still including the line in the next part but if I got to that point here it'd be a mile long. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this!

Part 3 can now be found here!

#pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends ingo #pokemon legends akari #Emmet #dad ingo #uncle emmet #submas #blankshippers dni #pla #au #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #I really wish i could write like a proper fic but outside of this kind of format I am abysmal at writing #found family #volo #lake guardians #dad ingo propaganda #Yes I decided to let both twins go a bit feral #cause why not they both deserve it #its a treat #let them both swear dammit #I almost had them meet prof rowan as well as lucas but that would've made this even longer than it is now #may do a sidepost on it idk #ideally the whole bit with palkia and dialga would be better described but I lack the ability to translate that from my mind effectively #there will be more feral Emmet in the next part I know it's kind of lacking here but one of them needed to find out who was in a beatdown

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shirohige-pirates · 4 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Tag List: @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 23: Talk it Out

“So, when’s the party going to start?”

“Five. My brothers prefer to party into the night, instead of starting in the afternoon like normal people.”

“Are you going to work beforehand?”

“Mm, probably, yoi.”

“Are you going to work on your actual birthday?

“… I’m suddenly afraid to say yes to that.”

“Even I take my birthday off work.”

“I don’t sleep overnight at the clinic.”

“…Touché.”

“Don’t worry, the staff won’t let me overwork that day, yoi.”

“Mm, this food’s almost as good as Sanji’s.”

“Yeah, Zeff doesn’t slouch, the recipes are solid even when he’s not actively preparing them, yoi. We should try and catch the Baratie when it’s nearby.”

“It doesn’t dock though.”

“Afraid of sailing?”

“Not… implicitly.”

“I’m sure we can ask Sanji to have Zeff come really close, yoi. Couple hours out at most.”

“I feel like I’m abusing my friendships doing that.”

“I bet Sanji won’t see it that way.”

“Humph, no, he wouldn’t.”

“… You have any questions? About earlier, yoi.”

“Yes, and no. He called you an old friend, do you see him that way too?”

“There’s no bad blood there. But we have different definitions of friend.”

“It’s just… This is going to sound weird no matter how I word it, but I don’t want to be nice to him if he hurt you, is all.”

“… Oh.”

“When you blush a little it’s hot, but I’ve never seen you so red…. You’re getting redder.”

“You’re killing me, yoi.”

“I… find I can’t honestly apologize.”

“Yeah, yeah. Ahem. Things just didn’t work out. I don’t think it was anyone’s fault, yoi. Shanks is… a lot, but he’s not a bad guy. He’s probably genuinely happy about all this.”

“About… us?”

“… Yeah.”

“…”

“It’s hard to talk about, and it shouldn’t be.”

“You’re not wrong, pretty bird.”

“Because it’s happening so fast, but who says you have to wait X days before you can do something, or say something, or whatever. I… I wanted to… I want to invite you to stay over.”

“I thought I was staying tonight?”

“No, yes, I mean, yes, but I meant like… bringing over a toothbrush, and… and work clothes, and you know, staying over.”

“That’s -.”

“Too soon, yeah, but I mean, it’s been on my mind and, I just needed to say it.”

“Pretty bird-.”

“If we could carpool at least, I just want to… um… see you more… Even if you can’t stay over, because maybe there’s reasons for you to go home to your brothers, and I don’t want you to think that you have to decide between them or me or anything like that. I understand if it’s too fast or too soon I won’t be upset, and -.”

“Mi cielo.”

“… Yes? That’s… that’s me, yes?”

“Yes, and I want to… stay over as well. I’ll bring over what I need, and… we’ll go from there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s not… I mean, it is kind of fast, but, it’s not too much?”

“It’s not too much, yoi.”

“…”

“You were quiet the rest of the ride back, what’s on your mind?”

“I… didn’t let Kid into my house for months. Not for coffee, not for… anything. Everyone else I dated was either just visiting, or… yeah. I just… I’d say I don’t know what to do with this, but I do, it’s just-.”

“Scary?”

“… Vulnerable.” You admit, sitting cross-legged on the couch.

“Same thing sometimes,” he says, sitting beside you and pulling your legs across his. Warm hands start to massage your calves and you can feel your bones melting already. “You don’t have to say it right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Where’d you learn to do this?” Your words are slurring a little as Marco’s fingers push and rub the muscles in your legs.

“When my family sailed a lot.” He explains, continuing his work. “Vitamin deficiency could happen even with the best planning, and you mix in strenuous work in the hot sun and all those factors lead up to muscle cramps. Especially in legs.”

“Family trait then?” You murmur.

“Little bit. I was, effectively, the ship’s doctor. I’d been apprenticing since I was a kid, and at ten I started learning medicine and techniques like this.”

“Then you became a vet-trim… veteran… puppy doctor?” You’re pretty sure your leg muscles are connected to your brain with the way he’s turning your entire being into mush.

“Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch, yoi.” He muses. “But yes, when we settled here, my generalized medical knowledge translated into Veterinary care easier. I bought the practice for someone getting ready to retire, and here I am.”

“Here you are.” You smile, flexing your toes and legs before moving them aside and slowly sitting up. Marco reaches out and helps you, teasing you about your melted bones even as you move - and he moves you - onto his lap.

A leg on either side of him, sitting on his thighs, eyes moving up his stomach to his chest. He’d spent most of the day in a t-shirt, having worn a heavy jacket when you’d gone out. His hands are loosely set on your hips, but he’s not moving as he watches you look at him.

“Here we are.” You say after a long moment, eyes shifting to his. You can see his eyes shifting a little, searching yours, trying to see what was behind the irises that he seemed to take every chance to lose himself in. Searching, but also waiting, wanting you to say what you wanted, when you wanted.

“I’ve… never felt toward someone what I feel toward you.” You admit, pressing your lips together and looking away a little. Despite your desire to continue, you still found yourself painfully shy on the matter. “I’ve felt connections with people, but not like this.”

“Never scary like this before.” He agrees.

“Yeah, never quite so strong.”

“Steals the breath from you before you can even breathe.”

Your lips are a whisper away from his. Your next words are quiet. Painfully quiet, but you know he’ll hear you - there’s nothing else but you and him.

“I have a devil fruit.”

“I know.”

“What if this is because of that?”

“It’s one and the same.”

“We’re… just vessels bringing them together?”

“Thousands of islands, miles of ocean, six seas, and here we are, yoi. Years on the same scrap of land, working in the same city. They aren’t that patient.” He insists. “How did I not see you all those times in his café?”

“I kept my head down.”

“You couldn’t have kept it down far enough.”

“M-Marco, haaa-nnngh!”

“From the moment you stepped into my clinic.”

“Ah, hahah, oh gods, but everything was going wrong that day!”

“I don’t think it could’ve gone better.”

“Yooooo-ur haaaaa-ands!”

“You don’t have to say it.”

“I know.”

“I already know, yoi.”

“I know.”

“I should’ve seen you sooner.”

“There’s years ahead of us.”

“One life isn’t long enough.”

“Yesteryears don’t matter.”

“I won’t focus on the what if’s, I promise.”

“I’m here now.”

“You are.”

“We are.”

“We are, mi cielo.”

“Marco.”

“…”

“I love you.”

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au #It's a shorter chapter #and I felt like updating more than once today #happy December 10th or something XD

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spiderrrling · 2 years

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Living After Midnight - Chapter 2 (Eddie Munson X F!Carver Reader)

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Fem!Carver! Reader

Summary - Direct follow up after what happened in chapter 1

Word Count - 4.8k (yes I know I went overboard)

Warnings - None! (so far)

Authors Note - Since people really seemed to like living after midnight and I CANNOT stop thinking about what it would be like to be related to Jason and secretly dating Eddie this is becoming a series, if you’d like to be included on the tag list let me know or add yourself (list can be found on my blog)

Living After Midnight - Chapter 1

The obnoxious ringing of her alarm clock woke her with a jolt. The blinding early morning light shone through her bedroom window. She had forgotten to pull the curtains shut after sneaking in just a couple of hours earlier. She was still wearing Eddie’s sweatshirt, not wanting to change out of it. The article of clothing brought her some sense of peace.

Having it meant that last night wasn’t a dream or a desperate part of her longing. It had been real; she had been in that trailer park in his arms and in his bedroom. And even though it hadn’t been the first time, far from it, in fact, some part of her was still scared she would wake up with it all being a dream.

But this piece of clothing still smelled like him and proved that it was real. That what they shared was real, and that for now, that would have to be enough.

She could hear the loud rustle of her other family members scurrying to get ready for the day ahead, the sound of the shower running, and the toaster pinging, signaling that breakfast was ready.

The sweatshirt Eddie had given her was blue, dark blue. A deep, rich blue that could only be matched by the Hawkins night sky. Holding her bottom lip between her teeth, she couldn’t make herself part with the comfort of the shirt just yet. Instead she decided on pulling on a plain button up before returning to the sweatshirt. No one would know, other than them. It would be their little secret.

It was only a sweatshirt; it couldn’t do any harm she told herself. Besides, she wasn’t so sure she cared anymore. That little part of her brain, which had seemingly abandoned all rational thought, just wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Scream and declare that she is in love with Eddie Munson.

Slinging her school bag over her shoulder and she headed downstairs. Checking the clock on the oven, she realised she was a little behind the new schedule Jason had implemented. She knew that if she wanted a ride to school, she would have to make do, hence she threw two pop tarts in the toaster and patiently tried to wait while the pastries warmed.

Jason of course, was already up and ready, dressed in his basketball Letterman jacket and standing by the door jangling his keys, signaling to her without words that it was time to go.

“Give me a second! The world won’t end if you’re a couple of minutes late.” She laughed and grabbed the pastries in a napkin before heading out the door. Sliding into the passenger seat of Jason’s car and throwing her bag into the backseat.

“You look exhausted.” Jason looked over at her as she rubbed sleep away from her eyes; her under eyes were puffy and slightly swollen. “Bad night’s sleep.” She mumbled out the half assed excuse and tried to explain it away. Praying he hadn’t heard her sneaking in last night. And that if he did, that he wouldn’t bring it up. Of course not like she never heard him sneaking in late at night from a night out with the basketball team or with Chrissy.

She hoped he would have the decency to return the favour, keep his mouth shut, and not ask any questions about it. “New shirt?” He asked, and her blood ran cold for a second. She froze in her seat. “What?” was all she could muster saying.

“That’s my shirt! You’ve stolen that from me!” She exhaled the breath she had been holding, silently thanking whoever had answered her silent prayer. “Oh. Yeah, I must have taken yours by mistake, sorry.”

She rested her head against her hand, breathing in Eddie's scent.

It was the same drive to school as always. They sat in their shared comfortable silence as she ate what could barely be described as breakfast with the radio playing quietly in the background. Outside, the little town of Hawkins was zooming by, endless fields and forests which quickly slipped into the suburban area of downtown Hawkins.

Indiana in spring was beautiful. The spring flowers had just started peeking out of the frozen ground to say hello and welcome the weather change. Unfortunately, however, the weather this time of year was always horrible; it was either too hot or too cold and never seemed to find that perfect lull in between.

But it was spring, which meant it was ramping up towards the end of the basketball season, and it seemed to have the entire school on edge, especially her brother. Morning and evening practices had just been extended by another half an hour in the desperate hopes of the Tigers winning another championship. Teachers were buzzing with excitement, and Coach was constantly trying to rally the students into showing up for games to cheer on the team.

The Hawkins high student body also seemed to change, suddenly people cared for the outcome of games and how well the team did. School spirit was only increasing the better the season went and the more games they won.

One of these days, she felt her head would explode if Jason spoke any more about basketball strategies or college recruiters. But she also couldn’t blame him; he was just excited. How could he not be? He was the captain of the basketball team, which was looking at winning their first championship in decades, and he was dating the Queen of Hawkins High. He had every right to be excited.

Sometimes she did wonder how Chrissy managed to deal with all his chatter, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but admire Chrissy for her strength and mental toughness.

They were early to school, half an hour to be exact, so the only cars in the parking lot belonged to the members of the basketball team.

The Friday morning air was cool against her skin as she stepped out of the car. The sun had just started rising, threatening to turn Indiana dangerously hot come the afternoon.

Her eyes darted around the parking lot, searching for the old beat up van that deep down she knew wouldn’t be there just yet. They were early, and since it was school, Eddie was chronically late. But it still didn't stop her from having that little bit of hope.

The Hawkins High building was really ugly. She was convinced it had not changed since it was built; many years ago. The low brick building was decorated with the Tigers logo, with the school gym and football field not far off.

The building must be ancient given the standard it now was in, the brick was old and weather torn and pieces of the ceiling tiles had started coming loose. However, there was some charm to it, regardless of how daunting it’s nature was.

Jason said his goodbyes and joined his team members before heading to the gym for their morning practice, running whatever drills they needed for tonight’s game. And as they headed towards the gym, she headed towards the school building.

Hawkins High was surprisingly peaceful at this time of the day; only a couple of teachers had arrived and begun their lesson plans and preparations, and the hallways were practically void of any students.

Speaking of school spirit, this morning a couple of cheerleaders were hanging up a banner in the hallway, advertising tonight's homecoming game and encouraging students to buy tickets and attend. It was actually really nice they cared so much.

Walking through the endless corridors lined with metal lockers and decorated with graffiti scribbles, she headed for the one place she knew someone would be this early in the morning, the newspaper room.

It was Friday so Nancy Wheeler would be in her regular spot tucked away in the Hawkins High School News Paper room. Ever since Jonathan left eight months ago, she had poured herself into every project and hobby she picked up, the school newspaper being the one she was the most involved with. It was difficult to tell if she was doing it because she wanted to or if she was trying to avoid something. In all reality, it was most likely both that were driving her.

Nancy was headed to college in the fall, a full ride to Emmerson. Her thick college acceptance letter had arrived not even a month ago, and she was already ready to leave the ghost town of Hawkins behind. Still it was clear she was also nervous.

As she pushed the door into the newspaper room, she was parked behind the Editor in Chief’s desk. Two paper cups stood between the mess of papers strewn about in the most organised chaos she had ever seen.

Slumping down into the chair opposite Nancy, she didn’t even have to say anything as Nancy was so buried in her own work she simply handed her one of the paper cups marked with her initials.

This had become their little tradition, morning coffee in the newsroom before classes started.

“This isn’t from John’s.” She raised an eyebrow questioningly and looked over at Nancy after taking a sip of the dark liquid. Nancy finally looked up from where she was sitting; it was as if she could see the wheels turning in Nancy's brain. That was the best way she could describe Nancy, a fast well-oiled machine. “No- no, it's not.” Nancy flashed her a smile and took a sip from her own cup.

“I’ll never understand how you taste the difference.”

“It’s obvious, this?” She gestured to her cup. “This is hot water with a hint of coffee flavouring, which means you went to Joanne’s, and she cannot make a decent cup of coffee to save her life.” She shot Nancy an ironic death glare before taking another sip from her coffee, still happy to drink anything that would wake her up.

“Wait, is that a new shirt?” Nancy scanned her face as she tried to change the topic of conversation. “Oh, no, I just dug this out of the back of my closet. Forgot I owned it.”

It was a very thin lie, and Nancy was way too observant to believe it, but at least for now, she didn’t say anything. If anyone had become suspicious of her behaviour over the past couple of months, it was Nancy.

Instead, Nancy only rolled her eyes, pretending to ignore her and went back to work. While Y/N fished a notebook bound in black leather out of her bag and pulled her legs up in the chair. Practically ripping the cap off her pen with her teeth, she let the notebook fall open to the last page she had been working on. Her handwriting decorating the pages, ink smudged where she had been writing too fast. She tapped her pen against the edge of the notebook, scanning the pages and waiting for the right sentences to fall in place in her mind.

The longer she stared at the page in front of her, the less encouraged she was to write, the words seemed to stand still that morning. Instead, she flipped to the back of the notebook and scribbled a quick message on the paper before ripping it out and sticking the note in her pocket. It was clear this wasn’t the first time she had done this; the back of the notebook was abused from where she had ripped out countless pages previously to write notes.

Before they realised how much time had passed, the first bell of the morning rang, signaling there were 15 minutes left until the start of first period. With a subtle sigh, they both left their comfortable seats and headed out of the editors room to join up with the rest of the school.

Through the windows, she could see the yellow school buses had pulled up, and a sea of students had started making their way into school for their days of classes.

It was clear what day of the week it was just by the sheer amount of green in the sea of students. Friday was the day all the jocks wore their leatherman jackets and the cheerleaders went to classes in their uniforms, trying to rally some bit of school spirit. Which seemed ridiculous given how little spirit there was left in Hawkins after the past couple of years. But hey, at least someone was trying.

But it was Friday, which meant it wasn’t just the jocks and cheerleaders in uniforms. There were way fewer of them, but if you knew how to look, they were just as easy to spot in their black and white shirts, decorated with the Hellfire logo.

Her school bag was slung over her shoulder as she made her way down to her first period English class. Friday meant five classes, one free period, and lunch midway through the day. Whatever free moments she had would probably be spent hidden away with Nancy in the newspaper room. She wasn’t a writer for the paper, even though Nancy had asked her on more than one occasion. But Nancy would let her have lunch there as long as she didn’t get any crumbs on the floor. And it beat eating in the cafeteria by a long shot, and the newspaper kids were a little strange at times.

The hallway filled with students until it was almost difficult to walk through without bumping into someone else. Mr. Fletcher’s English class was located at the end of the language hallway and was quite a trek. As she walked, she clutched the now half full cup of coffee in her hands. Half full, not empty, she decided, a little optimism was needed for days like this.

If the Tigers won tonight, it meant they went on to play in next week's championships, a week straight of home and away games leading up to the finals on Friday a week from today, if they managed to make it that far.

But before she could get too lost in thought, there he was. His curly hair was still a mess, indicating he rushed out the door this morning which did not surprise her in the slightest. His layered leather and denim vest hung over his black and white hellfire shirt, and she could spot the guitar pick hanging in its regular chain around his neck.

She couldn’t help but break into a smile as she looked at him; even after all this time, he still managed to make butterflies appear in her stomach. Even though he was older than the traditional high school senior, there was almost something boyish about him. He looked up and made eye contact with her immediately. He noticed which shirt he was wearing, and she could have sworn she saw a slight blush. It was difficult to not wave at her, or grab her hand, or press a kiss to her cheek or really anywhere at all.

Quickly she fished the note she had written out of her pocket, and as they passed each other, she pressed it into his hand as inconspicuous as possible. His hand squeezed hers in that brief second, and they both hoped there were enough students around that no one saw what they had just done.

And with that, the long day of sitting through classes pretending to be focused started. She spent her entire first period staring down at the half filled page from this morning, replaying her moment with Eddie in the hallway over and over again in her head. At this point, they both knew each other’s schedule by heart; currently, he would be sitting down the hall in Mr. Fleming's literature class.

Probably avoiding whatever discussion was going on about Pursuations. The same thing she was doing in her class. She knew she should be paying attention to what was being said, their book report assessments were due just next week, and she had barely outlined an introduction. But Mr. Fletcher’s voice was always so quiet, and he spoke so slowly that it was difficult to pay attention in class.

She’d joked with Eddie that the hardest part about their relationship wasn’t sneaking around and keeping secrets; it was staying on top of all her school work. Her time had been stretched thin enough as it was; adding Eddie to the already complicated equation of her life didn’t make it any easier. But deep down, she knew she wouldn’t want to change it for anything else.

Because for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was actually happy. She had something to look forward to every day, something that, even after all these months, made her feel that spark of excitement in her stomach. And that was invaluable to her.

Eddie had snuck in the window with the promise to help her study for her algebra test next week. And he did for the first fifteen minutes, but he so rarely got to see her room that he couldn’t help but be distracted. He sat himself on the floor to look through her rows upon rows of books, noting which ones he had read.

“I know you’ve been held back, but don’t think you’re pulling me down with you.” She had joked, and Eddie had fallen to the floor, faking his hurt about the comment. “What if I just want you around for a little longer?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Can you blame me?”

“Don’t say that; you’re graduating this year.” Eddie just looked at her with a slightly questioning expression. “I know it.” She reassured him.

“Eighty-Six, baby.” He smiled and moved to peck at her lips. “Then we get out of here, together”

The bell ran, pulling her from her daydreams. She realised she had wasted the entirety of first period, she had no idea what had been said and her notebook lay open and unused on the desk in front of her.

Another two hours of classes remained before the lunch bell would ring. At least the other students seemed just as distracted as she was this morning; if it was with their own things or with the game, she wasn’t sure. Words seemed to go in one ear and out the other this morning, and she was unable to stay focused on what was happening in front of her.

Shoving her notebook and pen into her bag before she and the other students shuffled out of class and proceeded to their next classes. She tugged gently at the sleeves of the shirt, pulling it down to cover her palms. There was something intoxicating about wearing Eddie’s shirt out in public. She had worn his clothes on multiple occasions, but always when it was just the two of them who could see. This was something else entirely, and it brought forward a pit of excitement in her stomach.

The rest of the day passed in a blur; listening in classes and note taking bled together until she couldn’t tell how much time had passed since the morning or what class she was in. Before she knew it, she had ended up by her locker at the end of the day. She hadn’t seen Eddie for the rest of the day, which wasn’t uncommon.

They were both high school seniors with busy schedules that didn’t line up. If they were lucky, they shared the free period on Wednesdays, but she had science block before, and Mr. Fleming always ran over time, leaving them swamped with work and notes.

Two pieces of paper fell out of her locker as she opened it, a small folded note and a ticket for tonight’s homecoming game.

She could guess who the note was from, quickly picking it up, and unfolding it to reveal a location. She couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself, carefully placing the note in her pocket along with the ticket before heading towards their usual meet up spot.

Friday afternoons before games were the perfect time to sneak around. Jason thought she went home, her parents were at work, and Eddie had an extra half an hour before Hellfire began.

-----

“You look so good in that shirt, sweetheart.” Eddie had her pinned firmly up against the wall, confident no one would be walking by. “Might have to let you keep it.”

“If you keep giving me your clothes, you won’t have any left.” She raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a sly smile. “I can work with that.” Eddie grinned back at her before kissing her again. Gently just letting his lips graze over hers, his nose brushing lightly against hers. Eddie’s fingers trailed over her body above her clothes, sending shivers down her spine.

And she could feel his hair gently tickling her face as he leaned in to kiss her.

“Aren’t there kids waiting for you to lead them on a quest?” She whispered against his lips. “They can wait; I have more pressing matters to tend to.” And with that, Eddie kissed her again, this time with full force, his hands coming up to cup her face in his palms. “Been thinking about you all day, you know.” He said between kisses.

She hummed into the kiss in agreement, letting him know she hadn’t been able to think about anything other than him. Her hands were resting against his forearms, gripping tighter onto him as they kissed.

Eddie pulled away to look at her, his arms moving and settling around her waist so he could pull her closer and off the wall. “Been waiting to have you in my arms.” He sighed, happy to finally get to be close to her again.

It felt like an eternity had passed since they were together last when, in reality, it had been less than twelve hours.

It was perplexing to her how Eddie could go from zero to a hundred so fast and then back down again. But he was just so happy and excited to see her after the day he had been having. Her presence always seemed to calm him down, to let him settle.

She laid her head against his shoulder, and Eddie rested his chin on her head. Her arms moved around his neck, her fingers mindlessly playing with the loose strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“Everyone is going to be at the game.” Eddie started to speak, and she only hummed in agreement, not sure where the conversation was about to go. “No one would know if you slipped out or didn’t show up at all.” He continued. “What are you suggesting, Munson?”

“Come to Hellfire.” He moved his head and brushed a couple pieces of hair away from her forehead so he could press a kiss to her temple. “And don’t make me beg, please.” She couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Seriously, and besides, we could use another player for tonight since StClair insists on warming the bench.” Eddie continued, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted. “You know you’d be welcome; the little gremlins seem to look up to you; they’d like having you there playing with them.” He pulled away so he could look her in the eyes, “I’d like to have you there.” The room was dark, and they were crammed in, but she swore she could see him blush.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to beg.” She raised an eyebrow at him and earned a pinch in return. “You’re impossible.”

"So will you come?" Eddie rested his hand against her cheek and she felt the cool metal of his rings against her flushed skin. They were pretty cramped together in the closet and she wondered why he hadn't suggested his van instead.

"Eds-" She started to speak and based only on her tone Eddie knew what was coming and cut her off. “No, don't give me that, tell me what is actually going on.”

"What's going on in there?" He gently tapped his ring finger against her temple. "Tell me what's going on." She hesitated for a moment and held her breath. Her eyebrows knitted deeply together as she was unable to find the words to tell him.

"You know I don't mind being a secret right? In fact I find it kind of exciting." Eddie laughed trying to get her to relax a little bit. "But I do mind if you keep secrets from me." She slowly nodded in response and she looked at him.

His dark brown eyes looked almost black in the dimly lit room and she felt she could almost see her own reflection in them. He was being so soft, so gentle.

"It's stupid." She mumbled under her breath and hid her face away in his shoulder. Eddie moved his hand into her hair so he could gently run his fingers through it. "I don't believe you."

"And you don't have to tell me now, ok?" He reassured her. "We can talk about it later." His voice was soft and she could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Pretty girl, what do you have to be sorry about?" He used his hand to move her head, forcing her to look him in the eye and so he could press a kiss to her forehead. "Ruining the mood?" She asked questionably to which Eddie laughed. A laugh deep from his chest which quickly reduced her anxiety to almost none, almost.

"You haven't ruined anything." Eddie leaned in to kiss her again, this time it was slow, patient. He was still using his hands in her hair as a vantage to manipulate her right where he wanted her.

"I love you." He whispered to her between kisses, one of his hands finding its spot on her waist, fingers gently digging into the soft flesh. "So much."

She never realised right until they were back together just how much she longed for him, for his touch and his kisses. She craved feeling his touch, he was like her own personal drug she could never get enough of.

Her hands had wrapped around his shoulders to steady herself, her hands finding his face to hold him closer and Eddie deepened the kiss, pressing her back up against the wall. They were both losing themselves to the kiss, to each other.

Their kisses became needy and desperate. Kissing until they were both desperate for air, but not wanting their lips to ever part.

When Eddie pulled away their lips were slightly swollen and they were both breathing heavily for air. Eddie tenderly pushed some hair out of her face so he could look at her. "So beautiful." He whispered.

"I love you too." She whispered to him, and as she said the words his wrist watch beeped letting them both know their time was up for now. She wanted to do nothing more than to smash that watch into a million pieces.

"I believe your kids are waiting for you." She gave him a half hearted smile

"Go to the game, we'll be fine. Go support your stupid jock brother." Eddie pressed a quick kiss to her lips and grinned. "On one condition." He flashed her his evil grin which signalled that she was up to no good.

"I come by your house to pick you up, and you prepare to stay the night." His hand found hers in the dark and he quickly laced their fingers together, lifting her hand up to press a kiss to the back of it. She nodded in return, unable to take her eyes off him. "Ok." She smiled and nodded.

Eddie leaned towards her again, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Last kiss.” He grinned at her. "Go first." Eddie cracked the door open ever so slightly checking if the coast was clear before letting her step out of the janitor's closet. The hallway was empty of students, with everyone headed to the gym for the basketball game.

She was going to need to convince Robin to do her a solid favour and cover for her tonight, but she was determined to make it work.

-----

The game was finally starting to let out, and the Hawkins students flooded out of the gym in celebration and into the parking lot. The gaggle of nerds excited the drama department, shared excitement buzzing between them that she could pick up at even from a distance.

Eddie was holding onto his old and beat up black Dungeons and Dragons binder which was stuffed to the brim with his ideas and occasional sketches. They both stood still for a moment looking at one another from across the parking lot, massive grins plastered to both of their faces.

Eddie turned his head to see if anyone was looking at them, and when they weren't he blew her a kiss and gave her a bow before running off to his van.

Nothing mattered but him, over the past year he had slowly been infiltrating every aspect of her life. He had become her life just as she had become his.

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