#i started this at 2am last night after seeing the trailer in the middle of the night

[evans-heaven]

SpaghettiOs ; Eddie Munson

Another Eddie fic because what’s stopping me? This would’ve been up last night but tumblr decided to crash and I lost the entire post 🙃 so, was up until 2AM re-typing it, but if I’m being honest, I like this version better. Hope y’all enjoy 💕

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N but teeny tiny hint at size difference)

Warnings: Ridiculously melodramatic content, talk of food, swearing, angst but then fluff (like its gross), opinions about marriage that are not my own, brief description of Chrissy’s death scene, implied smut at the end.

WC: 2.7k

Your boyfriend was antsy, and you couldn’t blame him.

It was really just one thing after another for him during the past couple of days. First, he helplessly watched the queen of Hawkins High die a very macabre and unexplainable death in the middle of his trailer, when he just wanted to make a sale. Then, he fled from said trailer and ended up at the drug dealer Reefer Rick’s boathouse, in fear of what just happened.

Then, for the sour cherry on top of the already shit pie, he found out the authorities were trying to pin this on him. The crime (if a girl having her bones snapped and eyeballs yanked into her skull by some unseen entity could even be called that) took place in the home of the ‘freak’, that was all they’d need to have suspicions.

Not just that, but they were looking for you as well. They probably thought it made sense, you and Eddie were attached at the hip, the ‘anti-it’ couple of the school/town. The police had their suspicions that you knew something about Chrissy’s death-or worse, even played a part in it.

And just like that, hiding out in Rick’s boathouse became all the more justified.

You didn’t even want to get into Dustin, Robin, Steve and Max giving you the knowledge that Hawkins had been home to, apparently, many supernatural events, and they’d been at the center of them. What happened to Chrissy was just another one of those events. Trippy as it was, the group seemed like they were being 100% candid and knew what they were talking about. The people of Hawkins had really begun to feel like their town was cursed, and, truthfully, you had been nursing an unsettled feeling in your stomach for the past couple of years, because you knew something in this town had started to become off.

Maybe the devil had come to America. But it wasn’t D&D, and it sure as hell wasn’t your boyfriend.

That morning, you found he had broken into Rick’s home, unspotted, hopefully. This area was pretty secluded, but still, you didn’t want to take any chances. The house was by a huge lake where anyone could’ve looked across.

You snuck in yourself, and were greeted with the sound of drawers opening and closing, utensils crashing against each other, and cupboards creaking. You entered the kitchen to find Eddie searching through the pantries.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted, gaining his attention. He jumped just a little before he turned around and saw it was you. He smiled, though you could tell it was strained.

“Hey,” he greeted. 

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“We’re out of food, so I came to see if ‘Ol Ricky has anything of sustenance,” he sighed, looking around the dormant kitchen. His normally bright and doe-y eyes were now tired and frantic. He was right though, the initial food supply the gang brought you at first was completely devoured by the two of you. Well, mostly Eddie. Stress eating was a hell of a thing, he’d said to you. 

“Okay,” you nodded. “Hope no one saw you come in here,”

“Doubt it,” he said dismissively. He opened another cupboard and came across a can of SpaghettiOs. He took it out and inspected it briefly, before breathing out “Yep, you’ll do,”

“You sure that’s not expired?” you wondered, jutting your chin towards the can in his grasp.

“It's not like we have much of a choice right now, sweetheart,” he said, and there was a noticeable bite in his voice. He began searching the drawer again, most likely looking for a can opener.

Your eyebrows twitched up a bit. Eddie had never used that tone with you, but you realized that, given the circumstances, you understood. The police were on the hunt for him. He was a wanted man, hiding out in the home of a jailed man. Canned foods that may or may not have gone bad wasn’t something you could afford to worry about, right now. It's not like he could run to the store on his own.

You took a step towards him. “Hey, Ed, I’m sorry-”

“It's okay,” he replied shortly.

You watched him as he found the opener. He placed the can down and was about to open it, when you saw him pause. He audibly inhaled and exhaled a few times, stiff shoulders rising and falling, trying to calm himself down. 

But if he managed to, it didn’t last long. It was like he was a ticking bomb, with 10 seconds left on the countdown from when you entered the kitchen.

It was then you were startled by the tool harshly dropping against the counter. Eddie hunched over, and gripped the edge of the counter so tight his knuckles began to go white, peeking out under his chunky rings. 

“Ed,” you breathed, and came up behind him to grasp his biceps in your small hands to get his attention.

“God, I just-” he began, and you cut him off.

“Ed, shhh, it’s okay,” you said, pressing your cheek to his shoulder.

“Its fucking ridiculous, is what it is,” he hissed, but remained in your grip. “Just because a person has an interest that doesn’t align with the majority, just because they play a fucking fantasy game that everyone suddenly decided to have an issue with. Just because a person looks…different,  it means we’re….I’m….capable of something so…,” he trailed off, not even finding the words to describe it. He just sighed. You listened to him vent, knowing he needed it. When Eddie felt something, he felt it hard. He needed the time to get his thoughts out. 

“We got lucky with Dustin and the others, they’ve seen shit like this before. They know what this really is. Can’t say the same for those glorified security guards. Or the rest of the town,” he groaned. “Its like Robin said, once my name goes public, everyone’s gonna be gunning for me,” he shook his head, his voice becoming weaker as he said, “And now you’re dragged into this mess too,” 

“Hey,” you said sternly, and used all your strength to peel him from the counter to turn him around. You reached up and held his face in your hands, feeling his stubble scratch at them lightly. “I’d be here with you even if Hawkins PD wasn’t looking for me,” you assured him, voice leaving no room for protest. “I’d never, ever let you go through something like this alone, Ed,” you promised, brushing your thumbs against the bags under his eyes.

He just looked at you with no words, lips trembling a little. You did nothing but let him be, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling him nuzzle his head into your neck.

You placed a few kisses on his shoulder, hoping to soothe him. You wanted to say more, wanted to assure him, but of what? The reality of the matter was, Hawkins was paranoid and was looking for someone to blame for Chrissy’s demise. Obviously someone, or something, was responsible, and they seemed to have their minds made up on the culprit. You couldn’t predict the future, as much as you wanted to be right about things being okay. 

“I’m sorry for snapping,” he said into your neck.

“It's alright,” you assured him, you had long forgotten about it.

After holding onto him for a few minutes, you heard his stomach begin to grumble a bit, and you were beginning to feel a little hungry yourself. “Ed,” you mumbled, and he straightened up, looking down at you. You brought a hand up to brush some hair from his face, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Why don’t you go relax for a bit, I’ll make the SpaghettiOs for us,” you suggested, lightly scratching his scalp.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nodding. “Sounds good,”  he brought his hands to your cheeks for a moment, simply looking at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He pulled away and said “I’m gonna try to get a hold of Dustin, see if he can get us some more food,” he released you and walked off, but not before looking at you over his shoulder. “Food that isn’t a day away from expiring,” he smirked.

You giggled and shook your head, there was your sarcastic boy. 

You heard him speaking into the walkie talkie, calling out to Dustin and referring to himself as “Eddie the Banished”. His voice faded as he got further from the kitchen.

You got the can opened, and lit a pot on the stove. You poured the contents into it and began to stir it up with a wooden spoon you had found. It looked appetizing enough, and as the smell began to enter the air, you realized it wasn’t too bad.

You enjoyed cooking, so this brought you at least a little bit of ease even if you were just stirring a pot. Having grown up with a mother who worked late nights and sometimes wouldn’t come home until the early hours of the morning, you learned to hold your own in the kitchen, eventually becoming quite comfortable in it. Now, at 18, your paycheck from your job at Kinney Shoes was able to get you ingredients for simple dishes, that you either made at home or in Eddie’s trailer. He loved being your taste-tester, and you knew for a fact that he had no proper meal plans if you didn’t show up.

You heard him take a seat at the small table that was just off the kitchen, the chair scraping on the ground. “Wheeler picked up, then promptly hung up on me,” he reported, “So this will have to hold us over til…,” he trailed off and shook his head.

“ ‘til Boccob knows when,” you said nonchalantly, bringing the spoon up to taste the sauce from the SpaghettiOs. 

Eddie’s gasp made your head snap towards him. He stood up, jaw hanging. “Do my ears deceive me?” he asked in that deep, theatrical voice, the same one he used to read that bullshit Newsweek article. He swiftly came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist in a snug hold. Amidst your confusion, his action made you giggle and almost drop the spoon. “Did my girl just make an accurate D&D reference?” he asked in disbelief, and you angled your body a bit to face him.

“I mean, it's not like I never paid attention during the many D&D games I’ve sat in on,” you said, smiling, and relishing in the affection he was giving you,. You and Eddie had been going strong for a little over a year now, and in that time, you had attended quite a few Hellfire Club meetings. It shouldn’t have been too much of a shock that you had some basic knowledge of the characters-or, more specifically, Boccob, the God of Forecasting. Although, you were happy you had unintentionally given him an instant mood boost.

“True,” he admitted. He nuzzled his face into your cheek, placing featherlight kisses there. “Nice one, baby,” he whispered, and you were thankful he held your body up, because you were sure your legs would give out from underneath you. That deep voice of his coming out in a whisper was damn near sinful.

“Thanks,” you said proudly, placing a quick kiss on his lips and pulling away before it could deepen, causing him to pout a little. It was hilarious whenever he did that, seeing your rather intimidating looking boyfriend, with his tattoos and black jeans and unruly hair, sticking out his lower lip like a little boy. You snickered at him and wriggled out of his grasp to turn the stove off, the meal all heated up. Deciding not to dirty more dishes than necessary, you just grabbed another spoon from the drawer. “Okay, soup’s on,” you said. 

Eddie rushed ahead of you when you began to make your way to the table and pulled the other chair out for you. You gave him a small smile of gratitude and you both sat down and dug into your processed meal. It was decent enough, and Eddie seemed like he was satisfied. You occasionally gave him a few bites from your spoon, just to make him smile-for some reason he loved when you fed him.

After a while of comfortable silence, he spoke up through a mouthful. “You know, I love doing this with you,”

You quirked a brow. “Eating canned food while hiding from the police?” you snarked.

“No,” he said, failing miserably at keeping a straight face, you just knew he wanted to smile, because you knew he loved your sass. “I meant, eating with you after you cook for us,” he clarified.

You couldn’t stop the flustered feeling that grew at his words. “Ohh,” you mused, and held up another spoonful for him, and he took it. “I love it too baby,” you said sincerely, smiling softly. 

“Seriously, though,” he said after swallowing. “I love it so much I’m willing to throw my very strong opinion that the marriage industry is a scam-powered by social conformity and money hungry businesses-clean out the fucking window if it means I get moments like this,” he gestured to your little set up, the two of you and your pot of SpaghettiOs, “For the rest of my life,”

It was your jaw’s turn to drop. “Do my ears deceive me?” you asked, imitating his words and tone from earlier. “Did my guy just say he’d…conform for me?” you asked, placing a hand on your chest with a purely exaggerated look of shock on your face.

“Hey, fuck it, call me a conformist,” he said, shrugging lightly and lounging back in his seat. Then, he gazed upon you with a look so full of love and sincerity. “But only for you,” he finished, eyes not wavering for a minute, and you knew he wasn’t bullshitting you. 

You and Eddie had never spoken about marriage. You were in High School, for fuck’s sake. And, both of you weren’t exactly big fans of the concept. You just heard Eddie reiterate his own beliefs, and as for you, after watching your parents’ marriage crumble right before your eyes as a little kid, you’d grown up with the opinion that the entire thing was bullshit.

But still, sometimes, you saw the little things Eddie did, and the endearing feeling in your heart would grow, and you would think, “I wanna see that for the rest of my life”. It was the way he would fold his lips in when he focused on something. The little dance he would do when he was excited or fired up. The blush he’d get on his cheeks that he would never admit to when he saw you in the hallway at school. Then there were the bigger things, namely how passionate he would get about the stuff he felt strongly about. It made you think about how badly you wanted to hear this drama king’s speeches about any and everything, again, for the rest of your life. And just wake up next to him, for the rest of your life. It would be quite a while before you were ready for that, but you knew who you wanted it with.

Holy shit, you were so far gone for this long haired bastard.

Wordlessly, you dropped your spoon and climbed into his lap, draping one arm around his neck and placing a delicate palm on his cheek, feeling that stubble again. His large hands gripped your waist as he looked up at you expectantly. You pressed your lips to his without any hesitation. His grip on your waist tightened, if possible, as the kiss deepened, your mouths moving against one another passionately. You poured every emotion you felt into it-love, longing, anxiousness. Even frustration, because this moment should have been happening over some beef stroganoff in your kitchen or in his trailer, not over SpaghettiOs in the halfway dining room of some incarcerated drug dealer. You wished Hawkins PD could see this Eddie, the soft Eddie no one else knew, and realize he would never commit such a gruesome and humanly impossible act.

You broke the kiss, your forehead finding purchase against his as you both panted heavily. You placed your other hand on his cheek, savoring his breath against your lips. It was then you felt it-that growing, tingling heat between your legs

You had been too worried before to even think about sex. But after that moment you shared and that kiss, your heart filled with longing for him, and the distraction laying with him would bring, for the two of you.

And, it was like Eddie read your mind, as he hoisted you up into his arms and carried you over to the couch, ready to satisfy your unspoken needs.

Maybe there would be chaos when he was eventually found. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to prove his innocence. But at that moment, feeling him against you blocked those thoughts from your mind-and you allowed it.

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The ending feels rushed but I’ve never been good with them anyway😅 hope y’all liked this one, it was a labor of love. I’m gonna go take a nap now 😴

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[not-your-damsel]

I Gotta Let it Out, Please Forgive Me Guys

I got a random message on Facebook messenger from my bestest friend from the tail end of middle school until onwards… or so I thought.

*Names have been changed for this… mess? I’m so sorry guys, I’m all over the place 😑 and this is kinda long so, head’s up

She was like a sister to me, we told each other any and everything. We wrote fan fics for *N’Sync before fan fics were even a goddamn thing, before there was a place to even post them! She made the life move from New Jersey to Pennsylvania bearable and then livable after having my whole life uprooted once again. My Mom and I always moved a lot when I was a child so I was always bouncing from school to school once I thought I was finally settled and was steadily making friends only to up and move again. That coupled with constantly having to go to the hospital because of my illness didn’t bode well for my learning abilities. I’m great at everything else now as an adult but don’t even come to me about math or I’ll spit on you, I don’t make the rules 🤷🏽‍♀️

However, once my Mom met my Sister’s father, our living situation somehow downgraded from living in a beautiful brownstone house to then living in a trailer in a trailer park. Please don’t take that as me shitting on trailer parks or folks who live in them. I just despise them because they immediately remind me of the verbal, mental abuse/gaslighting I endured when we lived there which continued into PA and the house we moved to there is all. My stomach churns when I pass by one as I immediately feel like I’m 10 again and about to be in trouble and grounded for the next tiniest thing he deemed wrong of me.

Anywho, we moved to PA when I was 12, my little sister having been born in NJ just before we left it to come here and I was livid. Leaving all my friends behind after finally having a taste of actually settling in and making friends and not moving away right after the fact only to pull the rug from under me and do it again. As an adult now, I get it. It’s safer here than where we’d been and the taxes rock, no tax on food or clothing or pharmaceuticals and also utilities for heat and shit and not to mention, a better school system.

And school is where I met my immediate bestie, around the second or third day being there, we had to swim for gym and since I didn’t know I had to sit out for the period where the other girls and I started talking about *N’Sync and she asked me who my face was, which was Lance and then she said hers was Justin Timberlake and that she fantasizes about him. Anyone who can tell me that right off the bat with the same energy as telling me what their favorite color or animal is has immediately won my friendship. Immediately.

That’s how we met, that’s how we rolled and we stayed joined at the hip throughout the rest of our school years together. We’d been through it all, crushes, familial loss, pet loss, watching mutual friends come and go or fuck each other over, and yet her and I remained as though we were born sisters. I never needed a whole entourage of people to call my friends. Whoever’s gonna hang with me, I love and appreciate and protect dearly and those who won’t that’s fine as well. But she was a constant in my life, we both were constantly in each other’s lives.

She provided an escape and safe haven away from my home when it got to be too suffocating to be within my own home because of my overbearing stepfather and I taught her how to appreciate and accept and play video games, specifically of the survival horror genre and we’d get together for a sleepover when a new release would come out and we wanted to get lost in stories and scream for dear life at perfectly crafted jump scares. She turned me on to being a drama kid since her and I were in chorus together being Soprano 1’s, and it turned out to be one of the most fun things I did in high school.

But time passes and we graduated. Sad as I was to be parting from everyone, we all began to scatter, coming together during breaks to party and catch up. After moved to Queens NY to be with my fiancé at the time and she was doing her own thing. Over time, life got in the way. There was no grand fight to speak of, no secretly harbored feelings of ill will or hatred, nothing of the sort. Which is why I’m left feeling so baffled over how what was meant to be a great reaching out and reconnecting moment ended up turning into me feeling angry, dejected and feeling as though maybe there were some things she never spoke to me about when she should’ve.

It started out great, happy to hear from her especially out of the blue since the times I tried to reach her would always fall through. We caught up with one another, as you do, and then the conversation turned from catching up to suddenly me being questioned about why I never contacted her. I explained everything that happened, how I tried several times apart from the yearly birthday wishes and such, and how I never got a reply back, that I assumed it meant she had a different phone number. How as the years passed more and more, my insecurities of no longer being wanted by her ran rampant and that maybe she had better people in her life. I apologized for that, seeing now that I was blinded by that insecurity and that was something for me to sort out. That and that life literally got in the way.

I told her everything as honest and truthful to the best of my ability because I’d never lie to her, never had and never would/will want to. I admitted to her that I’m definitely different from the last time she’s seen me and that I’m now utter shit with the phone. I personally think it’s a mix of my Major Depressive Disorder mixed with my anxiety that I prefer messaging over actually talking on the phone. But that’s not for my lack of trying to reach her over the years.

However, that wasn’t good enough for her though apparently. She kept pressing me and questioning if “I ignored her” because of scenario A, B or C. She said that. She literally said, “Did you ignore me because of…”. She started labeling despite me telling her what happened, putting words in my mouth. It got to the point that I was just repeating myself over and over because she kept interrogating me on the issue, bringing up weak reasons as though she just knew that was the “reason I dipped and left her in the wind” when meanwhile, when you look at which of us two was the last to try to contact the other through Facebook messenger, it shows it as me and before that all my attempts to reach her through something I knew she’d see my shit to her through and yet I was never answered.

I ended up saying to her, “Look, I don’t know what it is you’re wanting me to say here. I feel like you’re trying to get me to admit to something to please you but I’m not gonna do that because if I did, then I’d be lying to you and I’m not here for that. I told you everything on my end here, what has happened and that’s exactly what it is. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t secretly hate you, I could never hate you. It wasn’t your fault about what happened with my ex and I at your party, I’ve never held you responsible for his cheating actions. He cheated on me with Stan, not you, so don’t think that has anything to do with you when you stuck up for me when we all found out the next morning. Please stop fishing for a conflict that’s not there.”

I don’t hear from her after a long while and I explicitly tell her that I want to talk about this more the next day because this isn’t right and I want to clear up whatever it is that she thinks is wrong, that I love her and to have a good night as it’s past 2am at that point. She proceeds to bring up past scenarios hours later while I’m well asleep and she knows this, guilt tripping me about how she was there for me whenever I needed to be in the hospital but that maybe I had forgotten what it meant to be best friends with her and she then blocks me on all socials knowing I can’t even fight for myself because I’m asleep. All socials save for one and that’s Insta.

I call her out on that shady bullshit and tell her that it’s absolutely unfair that I sat there and I was being an adult and admitting to my mistakes and apologizing for them only for her to push all the blame on me for not contacting her which we established that I had many times and not been acknowledged. I said, “The phone works 2 ways, Sadie, 2 ways. Do not sit there and act like you’re not to blame as well, especially when I’m here admitting fault and apologizing for it and you haven’t even bothered to claim some of that faulted responsibility. That’s fucked because if it were me having come to you, yet again, and this time you answered, I would’ve taken my part of the blame and admitted to my faults here as well, I wouldn’t’ve piled it all on you the way you did to me. I was honest with you and it seems that’s not what mattered to you, what mattered to you was putting untruths into my mouth to fit your narrative that “I hate you”, “that you never mattered to me” and so on. Again, not cool. Will it hurt to lose you? Absolutely, it’ll kill me to lose you permanently, but not at the expense of a lie you want so badly to be true.”

Not only that, but several times throughout this conversation, she would bring up something factual that happened, that she knew happened, only to turn around and say something snarky like, “I wouldn’t know what happened or I wouldn’t know about that because you never told me about it.” I sat there for a good moment afterwards, seriously questioning if she was drunk or high or a combo of the two and just crossfaded because it made no damned sense!!!

I’m not gonna lie, I’m truly hurt by all this. I cried happy tears when we first started talking because it had been so long, and then by the end of it, I was left baffled, hurt, confused, and feeling like I didn’t even know this person anymore and crying in a panic that this was all actually happening. That I somehow unknowingly became a villain to my own best friend, my sister. It still feels unreal, the whole thing was so all over the place, it gave me whiplash. I don’t know what to do and I apologize for putting a portion of me and my troubles on here, I just needed a safe space to vent and let loose because I’m warring with myself of if this is even still worth it with her because this feels so… icky. Like in my gut I can feel that this isn’t the same person I once knew and I’m only gonna find more upset, hurts and disappointment and that feeling causes even more hurt.

Idk guys, I’m tired and worn out. I cried a lot so that’s gonna and made me even more tired only with puffy, splotchy pinky/red rings around my eyes that now are sensitive to the touch from wiping them so much. But thank you for letting me do what I felt I needed to do and just let this mess out. I know it’s all over the place but I can’t even bring myself to fix anything if there’s errors and shit. Love y’all.

#man 😔 #i don’t know anymore #damsel rants #damsel’s hurting #heartbroken 💔

[mythicallore]

Bizarre Encounters with Pale Humanoids

Of all of the unsettling denizens of the paranormal that could pop out of the darkness, one of the odder has to be the pale face of a humanoid creature beyond description, eluding all attempts to categorize it. These gaunt, hunched over specters seem to haunt the fringe of reports of the mysterious and supernatural. Yet there are countless such reports coming from people from all walks of life and from all over. Here is a selection of various reports of spectral, deathly pale beings that are humanoid to some extent, but most certainly not human, circling out past the boundaries of the truly odd.

One witness brings us the story of an anonymous Reddit poster who says he had a very spooky encounter in 2006 in rural Arkansas, in the United States. He claims that this happened when he was only 12 years old, and that he had lived in a modest house nestled on around an acre of land out in the boondocks, surrounded by dim woods and its only tendril to the outside world an unpaved dirt road meandering off through the trees. Making the whole scene even spookier is the alleged fact that there was a big old abandoned slaughterhouse somewhere back in the wooded area, as well as the remnants of some burned down house owned by anonymous parties long since gone. Whether this had anything to do with what was to come or not, the witness describes the whole area as rather “mystical and special,” as well as “odd in general,” and that his encounter would happen one evening when he went out to lie down on the outside trampoline after an argument with his parents. It was just him and that big sky with a full moon framed within it, and he says of what happened next:

So I’m laying on the trampoline, and other than the moon there isn’t any light aside from the porch light which is a ways behind me. All of the sudden I vaguely see something move. Its coming from the lot across from the dirt road, and its coming towards me. We had a Boston terrier at the time and at first I figured it was him. But as it got closer I knew that’s not what it was.

 It was sickly pale. It walked on all fours with its hands but seemed to be able to walk upright. Its kind of galloping towards me on all fours and its a little bit aways at this point but getting closer. The light bounced off of its skin and it almost seemed to look wet. Its gait and color is pretty clear to me but I don’t remember anything distinct about its face except that it just seems to be whitewashed to me. It’s happening so fast and now it is right near me still running and then I can’t see it. It’s under the trampoline. And then I feel it, I feel it PUSH up on the trampoline. I didn’t even bother to look back as I ran to the house. I don’t remember my thought process at all past that point but my mom has told me that I came in the house hollering and absolutely terrified.

 I’ve thought about this consistently over the years and as I’ve gotten older have seen stories of similar creatures. I used to describe it as looking like Gollum from the LOTR. I think of the creature kind of fondly in a way. It would never have occurred to me at the time but it almost had a playful vibe to it, and it makes me sad to think that it’s just some lonely but semi-intelligent creature. Maybe a grotesque experiment or some off-kilter evolutionary line. I don’t think that’s impossible. I guess I like to let my imagination run wild with it though. I will always be curious about this and the place in general.

It is hard to know how much stock to put into Reddit reports, but there sure are a lot along the same lines. Another poster at Reddit /r/paranormal gives his own freaky encounter, for which he even supplies photographic evidence. This supposedly happened in 2012, at an undisclosed location at a close-knit friendly barn community in a rural area of the United States, surrounded by dim woods laced with small, scenic trails. The witness says that his two horses were kept on the property, which was near his home and which he would visit ever day to care for and ride around through the peaceful scenery. One evening he had a startling experience as he rode one of the horses, of which he would say:

One evening, around 5pm, I was sitting on her, letting her stand when she started snorting and backing up. I looked up and saw this white/grey creature crawling out of the woods towards us. It had a very small round head, it’s eyes were just pits. It had a very small mouth, not much detail there. It’s arms were very long and thin, fingers also like that. Its rib cage was very pronounced and defined, and it’s legs were long and lanky.

Its movements were very jerky, not smooth and fluid. It slowly jerked out to us, when my horse turned and bolted out of the arena. She’s a dead broke, calm, well manners horse who never spooked before this. Stubborn old mare, but not spooky. She would not go back into the arena that night. I walked her around the barn yard, staying near the main barn, put her up, and ran out to peek into the arena, to find nothing except some “foot prints” where I saw the thing.

This would not be the end of the sightings of this odd creature, as the witness says it would lurk around the dark periphery of the property all through that summer, often peeking around the gate that led out into the woods. On one occasion he saw it running along the other side of the fence, keeping up with him and the horse. It was eerie to be sure, and the witness continues:

I continued seeing it, mainly in the woods, but it was always around. Summer 2013, the barn shut down when the owner died. We moved the horses to a friends place for the time being, and I didn’t see it there. Late summer/fall 2013, I found a new barn. Woods directly behind the barn and arena. This place had lights and was much newer.

About a month later, when I was getting ready to leave I heard something in the woods, I looked down the barn aisle into the woods and saw the creature running down the road into the woods. I saw it much less frequently for a while, until later in fall 2014 I began seeing it in the back pastures woods, it darted in and out of the tree line.

I saw a second one sitting in a neighbors yard, it would sit in the same spot every day and watch me ride.

Started taking pictures, which are very poor and crappy, and sent them to a friend who claimed he and some others have seen it. Kept seeing it occasionally, but from a much greater distance than at the first barn. I went with this barn owner to another farm to get some stuff, when I saw a very very large version of this creature run out from the woods, right behind a tree I was 10 feet from, while I was alone by the trailer.

Last November, I house sat for the barn owners. I went out around 2am to fill water troughs and enjoy the full moon and cool night. I was sitting in the back pasture when 3 of the creatures began coming from the woods, one came up to the trees near the trough where I was, the other two were walking along the tree line. The horses were silently munching their hay, pretty far from where the creatures were. I messaged the guy from earlier and told him what was going on. Since that incident, I haven’t really seen them. Last summer, I did see one outside my house staring into the windows. A few weeks ago, one was outside my bedroom windows tapping and making a strange faint shrieking sound.

Unfortunately the pictures don’t really seem conclusive at all, and we are left to wonder just what was going on here, if anything at all. Another Reddit poster gave his own report of a strange occurrence at a rural country house when he was 15 years old. At the time he was apparently in his bedroom on a very dark night, and was about to close the blinds to the window when he caught a glimpse of a “pure white almost glowing man/thing” glaring at him from next to a nearby pine tree. He would describe what happened as follows:

It was crouched down kind of in a spider-man pose and I believe it had larger black eyes. Not like something you see from the greys but it was a feature that stood out to me. It was very muscular, I distinctly remember seeing well defined arm muscles, it seemed just very muscular in general. It wasn’t too thin it was just strong looking. I don’t know how tall it was because it was crouched down looking up at me. I don’t remember if it’s head appeared larger than an average humans head, but I remember it was very bald.

 When I saw this creature I screamed for my mom, she came to the window and saw something that startled her too and ran downstairs to our back porch and yelled “who’s out there! Come out!” I remember standing behind my mother nervous with fear. We went back to my room and looked out the window and it was gone. I have this weird feeling that someday I’ll see it again. I’m not sure why, I just feel it.

A very similar report was posted on The National Cryptid Society, and was given by a witness in the Midwest United States. The report again concerns pale, humanoid things wandering about the dark outside of windows in the middle of nowhere, and the witness says:

When I was in 6th grade, I looked out the living room window and saw a white reflection. My mom grabbed a flashlight and looked out the window, she could see some white animal crawling around on the ground in the clearing by our house. It was approximately raccoon-sized, but white and apparently able to get 3′ up to the window. The next morning, before sunrise, I was letting my dog outside. He ran out the garage door and began barking and growling (completely out of character for him). I stepped around the door frame and saw an approximately 5′ tall pale being with two huge, glowing eyes and some form of round glowing item where a mouth or neck might be. My sixth grade self screamed, turned, and ran back inside, leaving my mother and dog out to fend for themselves.

By the time my mom figured out what happened and I calmed down enough to come back out, the thing was gone. To this day, I’m terrified of the woods surrounding their house at night. When I visit, I leave before sunset or have someone walk me to my car. It has been over 15 years. I would also like to add that I don’t believe in “aliens” or “ghosts” or anything, but I have no clue what these things were.

What are these things and what do they want? Was this a ghost, an alien, some sort of unidentified animal, or what? Our next account was provided to the site Phantoms and Monsters, and supposedly happened at Big Bear Lake, California, in 2017. The witness claims she had just checked into a Best Western motel in the area at just after midnight, and was going to her car to get her luggage when she had the fright of her life. According to the witness, it was very dark and was cold and snowy, with her just wanting to get her stuff and get in out of the cold. She says:

It had been snowing and was extremely dark, my car was facing a country road. When I hit the unlock button on my car, the parking and interior lights came on. This allowed me to see two eyes reflecting in the middle of the road, about 10-15 ft from me. At first, I thought it was a deer, I have lived in Colorado and I’m accustomed to seeing wildlife.

 I instantly stopped and remained still as I didn’t want to scare off the what I thought was a deer. As my eyes glanced downwards, I noticed it wasn’t a deer, it looked like a white, hairless naked man on all fours. It was at least four feet in height, on all fours. Probably around 15 ft if it stood up. There was a brief moment as our eyes made contact. It then, as quickly as I have ever seen any animal, turned around, ran as fast as a cheetah away from me and then, straight up a tree. I was frozen in disbelief. I said out loud to myself, “you have to be flipping kidding me”. Just as I was going to convince myself that this couldn’t possibly be happening, it leapt from tree top to tree top and I could see it’s full outline as it did so.

The speed and strength it had is like nothing I’ve ever heard of before. The creature was definitely solid, it appeared as if it was coming toward me, possibly hunting me? I don’t know what stopped it. Was it the lights that went on? It had no visible genitalia. it had a very human like qualities. None of this makes sense to me, the speed, agility of the creature and there shouldn’t be anyway that the treetops should have been able to hold the weight of the creature. It appeared to be flashing like a TV going in and out of reception as it sprinted up the tree. It also didn’t appear to disrupt the foliage as it did so.

Besides hanging out in the shadows and woods of rural properties, similar pale humanoids have been encountered on roads as well, where the lane lines come flickering out of the gloom to go racing back into the night. In a report to the July 15, 2016 episode of Coast To Coast AM, a caller named “Nate” gave his experience while driving along a desolate road in rural Illinois. He says that he is a truck driver, a profession that has numerous brushes with the paranormal, and on this night he was heading east on I-80 through Illinois. He would tell Coast to Coast:

I had stayed the night, well, the afternoon in Des Moines to get some sleep and I got a fresh eight hours of sleep and I had just got on the road. It was about dusk and the sun was just about to set and I was driving and I seen a figure just ahead of me on I-80 and it was right on the side of the road. When I say right on the side of the road, I don’t mean in the grass. Its toes were right on the white line. I slowed down a little bit to kind of see what was going on there and maybe avoid it. When I got about fifty yards from it. I got down to about 50 miles per hour and I could see it clear. I had my brights on and everything. It was a man. Well, it looked like a man about maybe 5’9 or 5’10. Couldn’t have been more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. And when I got up to him he looked at me and George I kid you not, he had no eyes, no mouth, no nostrils. There was no orifice on his face. He was pale white. No hair. No features whatsoever. There was a… It looked like a skeleton with bleached white skin. He was just kind of standing there looking right at me. I slowed down and as soon as I seen his face, he looked up at me, boy, I flipped the hammer down from Illinois all the way to Chicago. I never looked back. My blood ran cold. My hair stood up. I was one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever seen in my life.

Another such account was reported on Reddit by a witness who says his frightening encounter happened on Christmas Night of 2007, at a lakeside community in rural upstate New York. The festivities had worn down and at around 8 PM the witness took off in his car to a friend’s house. The place was only about a 10-minute drive away and the night was clear, so there would have been no reason to suspect that anything would happen in such a quiet and peaceful place, but things would quickly take a turn into the weird. He would say of his harrowing encounter:

As I drove, I noticed what looked like someone walking up ahead on the opposite side of the road, coming in my direction. Mind you, I was still going about 20 mph the whole time, so it was probably less than a minute by the time the “walker” came into clear view. I got a quick scan of it from my windshield before my car and it were exactly parallel.

 It was not a person. It stood on two long legs, with long arms hanging down from its shoulders. It was strong looking. Lean, muscular, but not beefy in stature. It looked thin at the same time. It stood at least 7 foot tall. It was light coloured: not sure whether it was white, tan, yellow or greyish. It didn’t appear to have fur but there was some texture to the skin- it wasn’t smooth. There appeared to be something coming down off its back. I don’t know what this was. All I can recall about it’s face is the small features it had but the mouth and jaw were notably large. And it had pointed things atop its head- 2 things going straight upward with something mingled between the two things. That’s what I got from a quick scan and from my observation of it as it neared my car and my car neared it.

 As my car became parallel to it within a split second, I went from looking out my windshield to looking at it from my drivers side window. In that moment, it’s face quickly peered down at me and all I remember was the mouth opened wide. Out came a remarkable scream that I’ll never forget. Gives me the chills just thinking about it. It consisted of a high-pitched shrill/shriek, enveloped by a deep guttural growl. Both sounds happened simultaneously in that scream.

 I kept driving all the while. This was all happening so fast that I didn’t even have a chance to be scared or shocked or anything. I continued driving and went past my friends house and drove home. Called him to tell him what happened and that I just needed to get back. I was probably running on adrenaline to get back home. Later on, I was in total shock after it sunk in. Had my drivers side window been opened fully, it would have touched me, or worse, taken me. I’m certain of it.

Another account from Phantoms and Monsters tells the story of a witness in Canada, who had at the time spent the evening laughing and talking with friends until the wee hours of the morning. At 4:45 AM he decided it was time to head home, and got into his truck to begin the 45 minute drive back to his place. In between his friend’s town and his own there was reportedly a pitch black forested area that took around 10 minutes to drive through, and after almost hitting a deer on his way in he decided to slow down and take his time getting through this tangle of trees. He would say of the series of bizarre events that would follow:

As I approached the exit of the forest there is a left curve in the road and an adjacent dirt road with a white wooden fence lining it going up a hill to what I would imagine would lead to someones property/home. As I was making the turn I seen something in my headlights (Brights) at the edge of the fence. It was a tall pale milky white creature with a bald head. It’s eyes reflected back. Clothes-less . It’s arms and legs just as white as its bald head. I seen it for a second or two as it made a move to dive behind the fence.

 I braked and backed up slowly and pointed my lights at the fence looking for any kind of movement. I was parked on the highway which was abandoned at 5 am. My heart was racing and I didn’t know why. I must have sat there for a minute before I calmed down, didn’t see any movement and decided I better not go and investigate or maybe I’d become a missing person and continued my journey home. So the only description I have of this “thing” is tall,pale, bald, and human like features, but no noticeable hair or eyebrows.

Such entities leave us wondering just what any of these people could have possibly seen. Are these ghosts, aliens, demons, or just the products of addled, tired minds? There are numerous encounters that cover a wide spectrum of such pale, humanoid beings, and as I have said I have covered such reports before, so are these related and what could we be dealing with here? Considering the very unearthly undertones of such reports, one might be inclined to think that this must surely be aliens. After all, how could something so innately bizarre as these pale, crouched monsters be anything of this world? One possible explanation for the pure outlandishness of these stories is that they are some sort of inter-dimensional entities or trickster spirits, that for whatever reasons find themselves here for unfathomable purposes and agendas. It was an idea championed by such esteemed paranormal researchers as Jacques Vallee and John Keel, and Keel himself would once say of such bizarre beings that seem to defy any conventional classification:

One basic fact should be obvious from the foregoing – these entities and things are not necessarily from some other planet. They are actually closely tied to the human race, are a part of our immediate environment in some unfathomable fashion, and to a very large extent are primarily concerned with misleading us, misinforming us, and playing games with us.

Is that what this is? Are there entities from beyond the fringe of the odd that are paying us a visit to taunt and manipulate us to inscrutable ends? How else can we explain these totally otherworldly reports and their crouched, pale denizens of our nightmares? How else can we possibly fit any of these accounts into our reality? Unless, of course, they are just pure fabrications? It is difficult to say what the case may be, as these are eyewitness accounts beyond the scope of out ability to verify or corroborate, but if they are in any sense real, then they leave a lot to question, and flitter about out in the domain of the truly strange.

#humanoid #paranormal #supernatural #cryptid

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 25 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I am determined to get as many chapters out as I can before it’s time to get back to the daily grind of work, so I’m both sorry and not sorry at all for all these updates because after today, they’ll be weekly, at best. 

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, actually. 

Word Count: who even cares anymore. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24

“I look like a gargoyle.”

Annie huffed at her reflection in the mirror in her trailer as the wardrobe ladies put finishing touches on her costume. For some reason, someone thought that making her wear an all grey silk and taffeta dress would be a splendid idea, but Annie just found it bland.

“You look lovely, Banana.” Clara rolled her eyes as she helped the wardrobe girls by holding Annie’s hair up and out of the way.

“This is not what Anne would’ve wanted.”

“Fortunately, she’s been dead for, what, 500 years?” one of the wardrobe girls said. “She has no say in this.”

Annie sighed and smoothed down the front of her dress. Ben had been gone for just over a week. Rory had started daycare, now that the guys were away and couldn’t babysit. Frankie was acting out like a petulant child. They were all missing Ben.

“How many extensions have they added?” Clara asked, lifting Annie’s hair up and down in her hands to weigh it. “Jesus.”

“It’s like wearing an octopus on my bloody head.” Annie commented. “That’s some heavy stuff.”

“You’re just moaning and bitching because you miss Ben and you’re PMSing.”

“How do you even…?”

“My sweet, deliciously ripe Banana.” Clara carefully put Annie’s hair down and let it cascade onto her back. “I know everything.”

###

Ben sat in his home-away-from-home, pushing his food around his plate with his fork. Bracing his elbow on the table, he idly scrolled through Instagram at 2AM. If he thought leaving Annie, Rory and Frankie the first time was hard - leaving after his visit nearly broke him to pieces. He was in a foul mood ever since the plane landed back in Phoenix.

As if that wasn’t enough, the pictures Joe and Gwilym posted on their accounts from the press tour with the cardboard cutout didn’t help make him feel any better. They were having a blast while he was stuck, alone.  

He dropped his fork and bit his bottom lip, opening his WhatsApp chat with Annie. A small smile tugging at his lips because she was online.

‘I miss you.’

The response he got almost made him choke. Annie sent a picture from set. She crouched down with a menacing look, her hands spread to her sides like wings, on what looked like a stool. She looked like an Eagle about to take flight, wearing a beautiful, Renaissance-styled grey dress that somehow made her turquoise eyes look even brighter than they already were.

‘I look like a gargoyle.’

‘You’re the most beautiful gargoyle, then. And regardless, I miss you.’

‘Can’t sleep?’

‘Just having a late dinner. Got home not too long ago.’

‘Home, huh?’

‘You know what I meant. Smartass.’

‘I had the strangest dream last night.’

‘Yes…?’

‘Yup. I’ll tell you about it when we FaceTime. Off to film a scene now. Text you later. Love you.’

###

When Ben woke up after his alarm went off, he groggily took in his surroundings. No matter how much time passes, it seemed like he’ll never get used to being away. His heart dropped every time. No patter of Frankie’s clumsy running, no cooing and babbling from Rory. No Annie in his bed. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh.

Looking at the time, he quickly did the math. 5AM, his time; which meant 1PM, London time. Although he only got just under two and a half hours of sleep, he smiled as he pulled up his contacts and hit the little video camera icon next to Annie’s name. When Annie didn’t answer, he thought nothing of it. She was either at lunch or filming - preoccupied with something or another.

‘Call me back when you can, love.’ He texted Annie and rolled out of bed to start his day.

He brushed his teeth and did his usual morning ritual - alone. Then he had breakfast - alone. Slipping in his joggers and runners, he yawned. Earbuds in, he strapped his phone to his bare arm and stepped outside to the cool Arizona morning. The sun was just dawning, painting the sky a beautiful crimson. After a quick stretch, he hit ‘play’ and started his morning jog.

###

“Right, got it!” Mike chuckled and passed the phone over to Annie and Clara. “This is one for the Pantheon.”

It was lunch break, and Mike, Annie and Clara went off to have some Italian food. As soon as Clara’s spaghetti and meatballs dish was placed in front of her, she knew what needed to be done. The picture was perfect. Annie and Clara sharing a string of spaghetti, Lady And The Tramp style, lips puckered and eyes closed, faces a safe distance away.

“I need a caption!” Clara snapped her fingers. “Quick!”

“A lady and a tramp?” Mike suggested. Clara and Annie looked at each other briefly before snorting and giggling.

“Perfection!” Clara furiously typed the caption and went about choosing a filter. “See? This is why we like you.”

“Because I take good pictures?”

“Because you play along with our nonsense.” Annie winked and wolfed down a mouthful of lasagna.

“It’s what royal siblings are for.”

“The fans will have a feast over this one.” Annie mused.

“So will Ben, apparently.” Mike muttered and dodged an arm punch from Annie.

Their chatter was cut off by Annie’s phone ringing.

“Hm, strange. That’s Rory’s daycare. Sorry.” She mused before answering and getting up from the table. She came back minutes later, her face pale. “I need to go pick Rory up.”

“What, now?” Clara frowned.

“As soon as possible.” Annie sat down. “Rory’s running a fever.”

“Uh oh.”

###

“Annabelle, we can’t just stop everything because your daughter is sick.” The producer and director said coolly. “Find some other arrangement for her. You’re not going anywhere until you’re done for today.”

“There is no other arrangement.” Annie said with a clenched jaw. “Her dad’s in the United States. His parents are in bloody Dorset.”

“We’re very sorry, then.” The director squared his shoulders. “Call the daycare and have them take care of her until you, or someone else, can come pick her up. Now go change back into your costume and get over yourself.”

“Are you bloody serious?!”

“Yes.”

Annie looked like a raging bull. Her face red with anger, her nostrils flaring.

“I’ll pick her up.” Jamie said. “Just finished filming a scene, don’t think I have one scheduled for about an hour or two. I’ll pick her up and bring her here.”

“Jamie -”

“It’s the best arrangement we can come up with, right?” He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll change, go get her, bring her over.”

“You don’t have a car seat.” Annie slumped.

“I’ll take your car, then.”

“You really don’t have to do this.”

“Keys.”

“Jamie, seriously.”

Jamie held his open palm out. Annie reached into the back pocket of her jeans and dropped the keys into his waiting hand.

“I owe you.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

###

Hours have passed without a single word from Annie. Not a text, not a picture, not a call. On the one hand, he knew how hectic every day was for her. She was alone, juggling work, parenting and dog-parenting. Her social life was limited to her work friends, if anything. With no one to help her now that the rest of their mutual group of friends is gone, and his parents living too far out of the way, he knew this silence would happen sometimes.

The problem was, knowing didn’t make him feel any better about it. He’d already sent her three texts and kept checking his phone to see if she replied. One in the morning, after he tried calling her; one over his lunch break; and the last one just as he finished working for the day. When his phone finally rang, he couldn’t pick up fast enough.

“Finally!”

“I’m so sorry.” Annie’s frazzled voice came through. “You won’t believe the day I’ve had.”

“Is everything alright?” Ben looked at the time and frowned. “Did something happen at work?”

“She’s got a fever.” Annie plopped down on the bed. “Finally got her to sleep.”

“A fever?” Ben’s confusion was audible. “Who?”

“Rory, your daughter. Remember her?” Annie snarked. “Got called in to pick her up from daycare in the middle of lunch.”

“Is she alright?”

“Yes. I guess. I don’t know. I gave her some baby Tylenol. Her skin seems to be breaking out in hives.” Annie yawned. “Stupid people at work wouldn’t let me go get her.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah. Jamie offered to pick her up for me and bring her to set.” Annie rubbed her eyes. “Ben, I am so tired.”

“You could have called me, I would have…”

“What? What would you have done, Ben?” Annie rolled her eyes, knowing what she had said was a low blow but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. “FaceTimed her back to health?”

###

Ben tossed and turned. His baby was sick and he was nowhere near her and the guilt eating at him was unrelenting. Annie was in the same predicament - sleepless, freaking out and so very angry at being alone. This is the first time Rory got seriously ill Ben was nowhere near her. Near them.

Ben kept staring at his phone, willing it to ring but not doing so himself in case Annie was sleeping. What she said when they last spoke was like a kick to the balls. It was mean, it was rude - and it was very, very true. What could he have done from so far away? A dinging noise and his screen lighting up broke his train of thought.  

‘We’re going to see Dr. Uhllman in a bit.’ A camera icon appeared at the end of the notification text.

Ben clicked on the notification and felt his heart shatter. Annie had sent a picture of Rory, sitting on her changing table with the deepest frown on her face, eyes red and cheeks shiny from fresh tears. Her face was covered in little red bumps, making him wonder if “fever-rash” might be a thing babies get and he made a mental note to look it up on Google later on. As heart-wrenching as seeing his baby so sad was, he couldn’t help but melt at how cute she looked, still.

‘Is it weird that I find the face she’s making stupidly adorable?’

‘Not really. I sent the pic to your mum and she called me back howling with laughter.’

‘Thank God.’

‘Go to sleep, Ben.’

‘No.’

‘Staying up all night isn’t going to help her when you’re in Arizona.’

‘My brain won’t shut off. Too worried.’

‘We’ll call you after the doctor’s visit?’

‘Please.’ 

###

“Have you lost your bloody mind, Annabelle?”

Annie took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.

“You are not leaving Rory with Jamie’s fake fiancée!”

“Ben, there are no other options.” Annie said for the third time. “I can’t take the day off, Clara’s filming with me today -”

“Annie, she’s a stranger.”

“So were the daycare people!”

“They’re trained to handle toddlers and babies!”

“Ben…”

“No, don’t Ben me. If you do this, we’re going to have a problem.” Ben warned. “We don’t even know what her bloody name is, for fuck’s sake!”

Annie stepped back, as if she was physically pushed.

“Hello?!”

“I’m here. It’s Alison. Her name is Alison… or Madison, maybe?” Annie’s mind caught up with Ben’s threat and her voice turned ice cold. “We’re going to have a problem? You seem to think you have any say in this matter?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ben, you are a fucking ocean away.” Annie stated. “You have no say about this. Whatsoever.”

“What did you just say?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

“Annabelle, I’m her father. She’s my daughter, too!”

“Well, then, leave work and come take care of your daughter. Bloody tosser.” Annie barked at the phone and ended the call.

###

“So, make sure you wash your hands before and after you apply the Hydrocortisone cream and make sure she keeps her hands off it.” Annie instructed Madison, Jamie’s allegedly fake fiancée. “Make sure she doesn’t scratch at the pox, too. If she has a fever, give her baby Tylenol once every 6 hours or so. The dosage is written on the box. It’s strawberry flavoured but she still hates it.”

“Got it.”

“She’ll probably sleep most of the time, so you should be fine. If she does wake up and is in a good mood, you can put some music on for her and play with her. She also likes stories.”

“Annie, relax. I have nieces and nephews. I can handle this.”

“Right. Okay.” Annie kissed the top of Rory’s head one last time. “Call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”

“Will do.”

“And keep her away from Frankie’s dog food!”

“Not a problem.”

“Right. Well then.” Annie reluctantly passed Rory over to Madison’s waiting, tattooed arms. “Call me. Call me if there’s anything -”

“Say ‘bye bye, mum!’” Madison held one of Rory’s hands up to wave. “Have a good day at work!”

###

‘The least you could do is fucking text me.’

Annie scoffed at the message Ben had sent and tapped out of the app.

‘Leave me on read again and we’ll definitely have a problem.’

“Trouble in paradise?” Jamie tapped a cigarette out of the box, sitting on the stairs to Annie’s trailer. He extended the box, offering a smoke for Annie. She pondered for a few seconds and shook her head, sighing. “S’going on?”

“He’d livid because I left her with Madison.”

“Fuck this chap.” Jamie said around the cigarette in his mouth as he lit it. “What a resentful little cunt.”

“Do not call him that.”

“Madison is fucking great.”

“I’m sure she is.”

“What’s that?” Jamie looked up, squinting as the sun hit his eyes.

“I don’t know her. At all.”

“Then why would you leave your baby with her?”

“Because I’m alone in this, you turd!” Annie’s voice cracked. “Ben is not here. FaceTime and texts and calls are great, but he’s not here. I have no one to help me. God forbid I take a few days off.”

“You know how far behind schedule we are.”

“Sorry for having a baby, then.” Annie snarled.

“What are you snapping at me for?” Jamie furrowed his brows. “I’m not a punching bag. Sort this out with Ben or suck it up and get over yourself.”

###

Five days.

The longest Ben and Annie hadn’t spoken since he left for Arizona. She texted him little updates and pictures of Rory, but never engaged in any further conversation. So when the FaceTime call came in, he was truly surprised.

“Mumumumum!” Rory mumbled happily as he clapped two wooden blocks together.

“Rory, love?” Ben’s voice made Rory turn her head towards the phone Annie was holding. “Hi, sweet girl!” Rory smiled and cooed, waving the blocks about. “Are you having fun with your toys? Are you feeling better now?”

Rory nodded.

“Can I see mummy, please?”

Rory nodded again.

“She has spoken, Annie. Let me see you.”

Annie switched to the front facing camera, her face even; but Ben saw love flashing in her eyes.

“I have news.” He said and sat down. “We’re filming in Florence for a couple of weeks. Leaving the day after tomorrow. I’ll be home for those specific weekends to visit. After that it’s the final stretch and I’m coming home.”

“Yeah?” Annie feigned boredom. “That’s nice.”

“Come on, Annie.” Ben drawled. “Don’t be like that. I know you’re happy.”

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course you are.” He shrugged. “But you’re also so bloody happy. I can tell.”

“You really had no business criticising my parenting decisions from that far away.”

“Like I’ve said, she’s my baby too.”

“You’re not here.”

“Because I’m working. You know I want to be there.”

“I don’t know if I can do this much longer.” Annie sighed. “Ben, I can’t be alone for months on end like this. I need you here. Or at least on the same bloody continent, maybe?”

“Let’s not do this right now, please?”

“When, then?”

“When I’m home. Soon.”

“Ben, I-”

“Listen. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. We’ll get through this. We got through much, much worse, right?”

“Well, yeah, but -”

“No buts. Well, butts? Yeah, always. Yours in particular. Buts? No.” Soft smiles tugged on both their lips. “I’ll be home soon.”

“You’re so irritating…” Annie muttered, a chuckle escaping her.

“What was that? Was that a giggle?!” Ben gasped dramatically.

“Shut up.”

“Never.”

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“Annie?” Clara called after letting herself in and petting Frankie for two minutes straight, since she was the only one to greet her. “Where are my two favourite girls at?”

‘Upstairs. Rory’s sleeping.’ Annie texted back.

Clara climbed up the stairs and peeked into Rory’s room.

Annie sat on the rocking chair, humming, with Rory asleep in her arms.

“Is that…?” Clara spoke in a hushed voice. “Is that We Will Rock You?”

“It’s her favourite song right now, don’t judge.” Annie whispered and quickly hummed again when Rory stirred.

“Is it alright if I stomp-stomp-clap?” Clara giggled. Rory stirred again, her eyes fluttering open. “Hi, girly!” Clara cooed and pouted when Rory turned her head the other way, suddenly shy.

“Let her wake up first.” Annie smiled.

“I see we’re all feeling a lot better and cheerier.” Clara noted.

“Cheerier.” Annie agreed. “She’s still a bit poxy.”

“Oh no, my love. She’s Foxy Poxy!”

“You are such a bloody dork.” Annie laughed. “Anyways, Ben’s coming home for the weekend. Not this one, obviously, the one after. We need just one night to-”

“Say no more.” Clara held up on hand. “Try not to hurt yourselves, please.”

“Jesus, Clara!” Annie tutted. “I wasn’t going there at all!”

“Of course you weren’t.”

“God you’re the horniest person I have ever met. Is Gwil not taking good care of you anymore?”

“Oh, he takes the best care of me.” Clara grinned mischievously. “The night before he left we -”

“Nope! No!” Annie grimaced. “Do not finish that sentence. I beg you.”

“Oh, alright.” Clara pouted. “Whatever. Just drop her by after her bath and don’t worry about it. I’ll get her high chair and collapsible crib from Gwil’s sometime during the week.”

“You really are the best, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Clara nodded. “Your cousin said so, too.”

“For the love of God, please,” Annie shuddered. “Knock it off, will you?”

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the things we do for likes {Joe Mazzello/Reader/Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: lol ben and joe having instagram wars on who can post the most embarrassing content of reader

A/N: again, written on my phone because the writing demon possessed me at 2am. I'm probs gonna have this as a series akin to B/R/R, aka disconnected vignettes in the same universe. Lemme know if you wanna be tagged. A case of the mondays is a McElroy reference, before you ask. 😊😊

It starts when Joe wakes up to an empty bed and noises coming from the kitchen; noises being footsteps, a loud bang, and some half coherent swearing. There's silence for a moment, then the opening and closing of the fridge. As soon as he's got his wits about him and realises it's just you in the other room, he opens his phone.

"So I wake up to no girlfriend and noises in the kitchen," Joe says after a minute of searching through his closet for his baseball bat, ready to film a bit for his Instagram. As he makes his way to the kitchen now, he holds the bat in frame, "I'm ready to rescue her if it's robbers." He assured the camera, voice still quiet and rough with sleep. Once he gets to the kitchen, however, he stops dead at the sight before him. There's a very long couple of seconds where all that the camera catches is his surprise.

"Why do you have a bat?" Your voice is muffled, as if you're speaking around something, and that's when Joe seems to remember he's filming, he changes to his front facing camera and turns on his phone light, exposing the fact that you're sitting cross legged on the kitchen island, eating a banana with a carton of juice in your other hand. You hiss at the light, arm coming up to sheild your eyes. The light doesn't move, and after a beat you shift your arm so he can see your face scrunched up where you're squinting at him, clearly unhappy about this intrusion into your snacking time. You take another bite of banana.

"Why are you on the counter?" He breathes, a little flabbergasted, and you chew, looking down at where you're seated, as if it's only just occurred to you that it's not exactly a normal chair. After a beat, you shrug, and raise the juice carton to your lips taking a long swig. You were so focused, so deliberate, and so obviously tired and half asleep that Joe couldn't help but laugh.

"Seriously, why do you have a bat?" And you finished the banana and put the peel down beside you with far more delicacy than it reasonably warranted.

"I heard noises and you weren't there, so I thought I'd come protect you from robbers." He explained, moving forward until he was standing next to you by the counter. You gaze into the middle distance for a moment as you contemplated his words.

"I was the robbers." You say, nodding sagely as the realisation comes to you. As if to prove this point, you reach out blindly for the fruit bowl that you'd already accosted once, picking up a lime and trying to fit the whole thing in your mouth. The last thing the video catches is Joe lunging forward to pull the fruit from between your teeth with a surprised exclamation before the video cuts off.

It's there that he realises that you're not half asleep, you're completely asleep, and sleep-eating at that. You're compliant enough when he leads you back to bed, though you adamantly refuse to let go of the juice, and you sit it triumphantly on your bedside table before promptly falling back into bed. Despite everything, Joe can't help but be endeared as he settles in beside you.

The video goes up the following morning after he shows it to you for your approval.

@joemazzello @yourinstagramhandle: "I had a case of the Mondays!" Me: "What does that even mean?"

@benhardy1 there's so much to unpack here

@benhardy1 also @yourinstagramhandle caught red handed drinking straight from the carton

@joemazzello @benhardy1 listen it was a lot to take in but youre right @yourinstagramhandle there was a cup right beside you!!!

@gwilymlee what is happening over there??

@benhardy1 @gwilymlee i know, im gone for one week......

@yourinstagramhandle I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS!! 😂😭 @benhardy1 @gwilymlee @joemazzello

@yourinstagramhandle dont bully me @benhardy1 i miss you x

@benhardy1 @yourinstagramhandle 😘😘

@joemazzello @yourinstagramhandle @benhardy1 gross (im kidding, come home)

@benhardy1 @joemazzello 🙄�� (😘)

It becomes a thing, much to your chagrin, 'a case of the Mondays' becomes a meme the moment Ben posts a video from set, of him walking into his trailer where you'd been waiting for him, only for him to find you laying on his sofa under a fluffy blanket, watching Netflix with a face mask on.

"You took too long, now I'm having me-time." You announced. In the background, the Friends theme song starts.

Ben captions the video 'when you're hit with a case of the mondays', and tags you.

Not fifteen minutes later, Joe responds with his own video posted to his Instagram story captioned 'are mondays contagious? asking for a friend'. The video seems to have been taken not long after Ben's since you're still in a facemask on his sofa in the trailer, the difference is that Ben's in a face mask, and you've got your feet in his lap. The video starts in the middle of a heated argument, and it takes a few moments for the two of you to realise Joe is there, filming. Ben's the first to reach out to him.

"Monica's the worst Friend, right? Back me up here." He asks, and before Joe can even think about answering, you groan loudly, rolling your eyes.

"Ross is obviously the worst Friend, are you kidding me? He's manipulative, he's mean, he's-" you start, carefully extracting yourself from beneath the blanket as you spoke, peeling off your face mask.

"He's a terrible boyfriend and brother, yeah, but he's not the worst Friend," Ben elaborates, following behind you, and Joe quickly takes your spot on the sofa while you're in the bathroom. The argument continues as you wrinse your faces, you taking it in stride easily when you realise your seat's been usurped, sitting yourself in Joe's lap while Ben takes back his original seat. Finally the two of you look to Joe who had been waiting for this moment. The Friends laugh track goes off in the background.

"Well, you're both wrong; the worst Friend is Phoebe." He announced very matter of factly, like it's something he's been sure of for a while. After a beat, both you and Ben groan in unison, you even going so far as to move from Joe's lap to Ben's. That's where the video stops.

You update your Instagram story not long after with a picture of Joe in a face mask, grinning like an absolute fool, captioned 'we got him'.

There's more videos, more pictures, all showcasing you in the worst lighting or weird situations, and all of which you approve before they're posted, despite how embarrassing some of them may seem. Despite all of this, you don't care; it's posted because you're comfortable enough to share yourself with them, even in less than flattering situations, and when you look up, their gaze meeting yours where they're grinning behind their cameras, you can see in their eyes the fondness, the 'yeah, this is the fool I love'.

Ben posts a candid video of you recreating the Risky Business sock-slide scene when the song comes on your Spotify while folding the laundry. The moment you spot him, he stops filming however, because he sees the mischief in your eyes, and the way your hips are moving as you step towards him; you're feeling silly and sexy, climbing into his lap on the sofa, still dancing, though it's more grinding now, and singing the half remembered words. That's not for the rest of the world to see.

Joe posts a series of photos chronicling you forgetting to use an oven mitt to check on the frozen pizza you'd chucked in the oven, and even goes so far as to draw a red circle around the mitt that was literally sitting on the counter beside the oven as you sulked in the foreground of the final photo, holding a bag of frozen peas to your hand. He doesn't post about how he sits you down in front of the TV and brings you a proper ice pack, how he finishes getting dinner all ready and how he and Ben spend the rest of the night doting on you as much as they gently tease you.

They post dumb, nonsense arguments, but not sleepy morning kisses; your reaction to trying food that's way too spicy, even for you, but not how you smile so sweetly over desserts; the way you nap in the weirdest places, bit not how cute you look when you fall asleep on one of them. That's by design. From the outside the relationship is fun and chaotic and bright, but you don't owe the world a confirmation of just how much you love these men. But honestly, the world seems to understand, and somehow that doesn't make you uncomfortable. Though even the small snippets the three of you have shared, it's clear you love and trust each other.

And it comes out in other ways too, other cast members, not that you really mind.

"Tell us about Ben, Joe, and Y/N, are they actually sappy on set?" Gwilym reads out a question during an Instagram live session he's hosting in his trailer to kill time between scenes. "Listen, I'll tell you what, they're worse on set," he tells his audience with playfully annoyed expression, getting up. "Joe's trailer is right next to mine and if I check-" leaving his own trailer he takes his phone with him, knocking on the one next door as the comments of his live show go absolutely nuts, "I bet all three of them are in there." He mused.

Joe opens the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes, clearly having just woken up. "Keep it down, man," Joe mumbles before he sees the phone in Gwil's hand.

"Sorry I woke you, say hello to Instagram, Joe." Joe grins, giving a wave when Gwil holds up the phone. "They were asking about you three," he knows without having to ask that you and Ben are with him. Whenever you came to visit the set the three of you stuck pretty close together.

"They're still asleep," Joe steps aside to allow Gwil to peak inside. As promised, you and Ben were draped over each other on the sofa, though your feet have clearly been moved where Joe had to extract himself to answer the door. The UK Office is playing on someone's laptop. You yawn in your sleep and nestle in against Ben further, even Gwil's heart melts a bit at that.

"Alright, sorry to wake you," Gwil smiles and retreats as Joe stifles a yawn and assures him it's no trouble at all. When he's back in his own trailer, Gwil takes a breather before going back to looking at his live stream.

"They're cute, it's disgusting at times, how cute they are, and yeah, no, they don't show a lot of that in public, but they do really care about each other." He paused, shrugging, "and sometimes they're just weird. I saw Joe dare Ben to try and eat a whole apple in one bite, and he tried, and Joe video called Y/N when it got stuck, but it turns ou her solution was for her to eat a whole apple in one go too, to see how to get out of it; it just got stuck. They all seemed surprised by this, and it was just one of those times where I was like 'ah, yes these people make sense together', you know?" He shrugged, grinning as he read a few comments, "yeah it really did feel like they all got hit with a case of the mondays."

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Call It What You Want, a Sweet Pea Imagine

trash note: I don’t even know what to say except I’m really into songfics lately? Anyway this is based on Call It What you Want by T-Swift, but it’s written from SP’s POV, so just ignore that the lyrics are written about a boy, as this is a fem!reader thing, but we’re cool enough to not let that be a problem aren’t we? Good. 

Also, this is a warm up piece, as I’m super stuck on the smut part fro Forgive me Friend and I need to just write something else entirely for an hour or so, so this won’t be too long or great lol. So much fluff ahhh 

Summary: When Sweet Pea struggles to deal with all the changes that’s going on in his life, he meets someone who has the ability to turn everything around, if he would just let her. 

Warnings: Swearing, light angst, tiny mentions of sex. Lyrics are in bold italics.

 My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

Sweet Pea sat in his trailer, alone, with a beer in front of him, listening to the rain falling hard on the tin roof. He tried his best not to let the gloomy November mood and weather getting to him, but with the way things were going lately, it wasn’t easy. 

It would be a lie to say that things had been perfect before, because the truth was that some things were actually far worse. The old school, the drug deals for Peabody, the constant worry of being thrown in jail for something none of them even did. 

But at least they had been a tight group, with a leader they’d trusted, and they knew where we belonged. 

Now, thanks to a long series of shit events, all that were gone. The school merging, the fights with the Northsiders, really unfair fights, the loss of their turf, and the loss of their leader, who had left his newbie son in charge. Who, just to top it all of, brought his tight-ponytailed, blonde and blue eyed, Northside princess of a girlfriend and told us she would be their new “Queen.” 

Sweet Pea shook his head, trying to stop the anger from taking over him, and he looked down to see his hands had balled up into fists. He slowly unclenched them and took a sip of his beer instead. 

He never thought he should have been the leader, because he knew he wasn’t ready for something like that, but he still felt like everything was wrong. 

Well, almost everything. 

All the liars are calling me one Nobody's heard from me for months I'm doing better than I ever was, 

Sweet Pea had been one of the only younger Serpents to actually stand up against their leader and say something about how it all was very wrong and unfair, but even as many others backed him up, he was told he was the one with a problem, that he was the one who made things difficult. 

So, when all else seemed to fail, he had decided it was time to take a few steps back and let he shit that had to unfold, unfold. 

He didn’t stop being a Serpent, of course, and he still hung out with his friend and did what he was expected to, but not a thing more. 

It had been such a relief. 

He finally felt some of all the pressure from the last years of having to grow up way to fast fall off his shoulders, at least a little bit. But now, as things were staring to heat up between the older Serpents and the new “leadership” it was hard to stay out of it. 

Luckily, he had her now. 

My baby's fly like a jet stream High above the whole scene Loves me like I'm brand new So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

She didn’t enter his life the way he ever imagined a significant other ever would, but she sure as hell entered it nonetheless, just the way she seemed to do everything else. 

She wasn’t a Serpent, but she wasn’t a Northside either, she was just... well, she was just Y/N. And he loved every bit of her. 

It was strange, he knew who she was, she had grown up on the South Side after all, but as she wasn’t a Serpent or engaged in any of the other things he was, so he never really figured her out. She was just there, as a pretty, but unattainable, background character in his life. 

He met her for real at the counter of Pop’s, long after midnight in the middle of summer, when all of the Serpent drama was at it worst. 

He felt like his whole world was falling apart, he was angry and worried and just so restless, and there she was, eating her cheese fries at 2am like it was the most normal thing in the world, reading a old book, looking like she didn’t have a care in the world. 

He could’t say exactly what it was, but something in him just told him that he needed to talk to her, to listen to her, and to finally let some things go. 

She helped him do all that, and way more. 

All my flowers grew back as thorns Windows boarded up after the storm He built a fire just to keep me warm

Sweet Pea smiled at the memory, still sitting alone in his trailer, but then he was ripped out of the memory by the very welcome sound of a few rocks on his door. 

He put his beer down and hurried over to the door, just to feel a mix of relief and worry take over him at once. 

Because there she was, finally, his Y/N, smiling at at him trough her wet bangs covering her eyes, but it was just that, the rain was falling harder than ever and she was justing standing there in a pair of work out Jenas and a big flannel shirt he was pretty sure was his own. 

“Holy shit, babe, what are you doing?” he asked and quickly stepped aside so she could come in, which she did, in good time. 

She shrugged and brushed her wet hair out of her face, grinning softly at him. 

“Chill Sweets, it’s just rainwater! I just forgot my jacket and was already half the way here when it started raining and I didn’t want to turn around and get it because then I would be really late!” 

She explained all of this quickly, before getting on her toes to kiss him, which he appreciated, but then he shook his head at her. 

“Well, that’s very nice and all, but you’re gonna get a cold if you stay like that.” 

He left to go to his bedroom and see if he could find any clothes that wouldn’t just fall of Y/N, but soon gave up and just grabbed a hoodie and some PJ pants. 

He walked back to her and handed the clothes over, kissing her forehead. 

“Go, take a shower and change, I’ll wait.” he said, and Y/N rolled her eyes a little at him, but then she smiled and thanked him, giving him another kiss before she went towards the bathroom. 

Honestly, after all she had done for him, keeping her warm and safe was the least he could do for her. 

All the drama queens taking swings All the jokers dressin' up as kings They fade to nothing when I look at him

Back during summer, when they were still getting to know each other, she had made him open up to her in a way nobody had been able to do before. 

At first, it had scared him a bit, so he had been a bit resistant toward it all, but she was just so patient and persistent at the same time, so he pretty soon just learned to accept it. 

He learned that she and Toni actually knew each other a bit, that she lived mostly alone as her parents traveled a lot for work, and that she was into art and movies and video games, and in return he told her about his past, his friends, and his current troubles. 

For the first time since everything around him started falling apart, he felt like some clarity had hit him. Being around Y/N and getting to know her, and learning the way she looked at things just made all the Serpent drama feel just like that. 

Like it was just drama, and that it would pass.  

And I know I make the same mistakes every time Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right I did one thing right

As the summer had come to a close and autumn came closer, their relationship started to feel more and more like something way past friendship. For Sweet Pea, he had felt that way since they started talking that night at Pop’s, but he had no idea what to do about it. 

All his life, when Sweet Pea got insecure or unsure how to express himself, he had a bad tendency to either just abandon the situation all together, or to get frustrated, then angry, then ruin everything. 

So, when he didn’t know what to do, he went to two of the only people who had seen past his communication troubles in the past, to seek out some much needed advice. 

Both Toni and Fangs was over the moon that Sweet Pea finally had met someone he really liked, someone that made him want to be a better person, and maybe most of all, someone they could finally hold over his head like he had always done with all of their crushes over the years. 

But, no matter how annoying they were, they helped him sort his head out, and then they forced him, yes, physically forced him, to sit her down and talk to her, and he was seriously thankful for that every single day. 

Or course he made sure not to tell them that. They already had enough power over him. 

I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

For the second time that night, Y/N interrupted Sweet Peas trip down memory lane, and just like the first time, he didn't mind at all, because no matter how good memories were, they weren’t as good as having her, right here, right now. 

She looked positively drowning in his clothes, the hood pulled over her wet hair and falling down over her eyes, the sleeves covering her hands and the pants rolled up several times at the legs, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. 

But she was always gorgeous to him. 

She walked over to where he now was seated on his bed and wrapped her arms around him lightly, nuzzling her nose into his neck and sighed happily. 

“Nice shower?” Sweet Pea asked, smiling down at her. “Better than being soaked in cold rain, right?” 

Y/N looked up at him and rolled her eyes, but then she smiled and laughed softly and nodded. 2

“Yeeeah, you were right, congratulations.” she said playfully as she sat up. 

“What do you want, an award?” she added and shoved his shoulder lightly. 

This time Sweet Pea was the one to roll his eyes, before he shot her a innocent look. 

“Not an award, but I can certainly think of a thing or two I want.” he said with fake seriousness, earning him a pillow in his face and Y/N’s loud laughter. 

(-) But 'cause he really knows me Which is more than they can say, I I recall late November, holdin' my breath Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me But would you run away with me?"

A couple hours, and a thing or two, later, Sweet Pea and Y/N were still lying in his bed, but without the clothes from earlier, now just wrapped up in his covers and each other, talking slowly and softly. 

Sweet Pea was talking about how good the Serpents had been before all the drama had happened and Y/N was listening with a serious look in her eyes, following his every word. 

“I know it’s sorta wrong, but I can’t help but be happy that things aren’t great right now.” Sweet Pea sighs at his own words, feeling like he was betraying them by just saying it. 

Y/N shrugged. 

“Well, I can’t say I blame you. If things get bad enough I’m sure the older Serpents know that changes have to be made, and ensure that they happen.” she said slowly, considering each word carefully. 

Sweet Pea just nodded, and kissed the top of her head. 

The couple was quiet for a while, just enjoying each others company and the sound of the rain hitting the roof steadily. 

Sweet Pea looked down at her again, realizing that he could’t ask for anything more wonderful than this moment, right now, and he wished everything could just stay like this for ever. 

“Y/N?” he asked, slowly stroking her arms with his fingers.

“Mhhm?” she answered with a soft yawn. 

“If everything goes to hell around here, you know...” he stared, and he saw he smile softly through the dark.

“More than it already have, you mean?” she asked, and he smiled to himself.

“Yeah,” he answered softly before finishing his thoughts. 

“If everything goes more to hell than it already has, we should just run away, don’t you think?” he asked, keeping his eyes on her face in the darkness. 

She had closed her eyes, but she was still smiling. 

“Yeah...” Y/N started, “but let’s give it one more year, shall we?”

Sweet Pea sighed.  

“Why, to finish High School? Come on babe, we could just... travel. See the world. Or even go to college together!” 

Y/N lauget softly. 

“We’ll have to finish High School to go to college, Pea.” she said and turned towards him, wrapping her arms around his chest and nuzzling his neck again. 

“Fineee.” Sweet Pea said with a small smile. 

“High School first, then we run away.” 

Y/N nodded slowly. 

“Sure, Pea. We’ll be total runways or something.”

Sweet Pea kissed her forehead softly. 

“Call it what you want baby, as long as I’m with you.” 

Call it what you want, yeah Call it what you want To

trash note: lol just kidding this got pretty long well ops

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Nine

Summary: Filming the finale is exhausting and, combined with a stressful conversation with Bob, you decide to skip out on the wrap party, but Jared turns up at your trailer drunk off his ass in the middle of the night, just hours before your flight to Austin. Words: 3.3k Jared x Reader (Jared x Reader x Gen), Bob Singer, Jensen, JJ, Danneel, (brief Arrow, Zeppelin, and Genevieve) Warnings: drunk!Jared, pregnancy Beta: @blacksiren​

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Filming the finale was exhausting.

Physically, mentally, emotionally; you were drained.

Trinity was having a rough time of it and, as a consequence, so were you.

They pulled in your stunt double whenever they could, but there were some things you just had to do, and you finished every day wanting to do nothing more than wash the makeup off and sleep.

Jared brought you dinner every night, making sure you got a balanced meal for yourself and the baby, and you’d probably have been more appreciative of that were you not in a permanently shitty mood.

On the last day of filming, you were pulled into Bob’s office after you’d wrapped all of your scenes - the final dramatic moments still being shot with Jared and Jensen.

“Take a seat,” Bob told you, walking around to his side of his cluttered desk.

You sat down, eyeing him warily.

“I’ve been speaking to Eric,” he explained, sitting down and folding his arms, “About your… situation.”

“What part of it?” you asked, confused.

“The part that means you’re going to be nearly nine months pregnant when we’re supposed to start shooting season thirteen,” he answered, bluntly.

You swallowed thickly, letting him continue.

“We need to talk about your contract,” he told you, and your eyes widened.

“Are you firing me? For being pregnant?” you asked, sitting up straighter. “I’m pretty certain that’s against the law.”

“No, no, we’re not,” he assured you, laughing slightly at your reaction. “We were just thinking that it might be best to move you from a series regular, to a recurring role.”

“What does that mean?” you asked, your heart pounding in your ears. “Episode-wise?”

“Your episode count would drop,” he told you, not meeting your eye. “From eighteen to eight.”

Your breaths were uneven, finding it hard to pull enough oxygen into your lungs.

“That’s less than half,” you stated, willing yourself to calm down. “I don’t-”

“We thought that it’d be best-”

“For who?” you shouted, chest heaving and heart hammering. “Because sure as hell not for me. You’re taking away half of my income.”

“For your child,” he tried, and you shook your head.

“Do I get a say in this?” you asked, and he nodded slowly.

“Y/N, of course you do,” he told you, calmly. “Look, we know you’ll have a new baby. We thought you would want more time at home, but if we were wrong-”

“You were wrong,” you confirmed, not letting him finish. “From the way we ended this season, I’m guessing Trinity doesn’t play a big part at the start of season thirteen, right?”

He nodded, and you nodded back.

“That means I won’t be needed properly until episode three or four,” you offered. “By then, my baby will be born.”

“And you’ll be willing to come back to work?” Bob asked. “You’d be willing to be without your newborn for a month at a time?”

“Be without?” you questioned. “Why would I be without?”

He shifted in his seat, frowning.

“Would you not… with Genevieve?”

“Leave my baby with Genevieve?” you clarified, and he nodded. “No. Both of its parents would be here, so I’d bring the baby to Vancouver. Gen isn’t the mom, here.”

Bob watched you carefully as you took a calming breath, holding eye contact even though you desperately wanted to look away.

After a few moments that felt like an eternity, he nodded.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Your contract will stay the same. But if, at any point, you feel like it’s too much, we can cut it back.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, clearing your throat and standing up. “Sorry. For yelling.”

“It’s okay,” he assured you, standing and offering his hand for you to shake. “We honestly didn’t mean to upset you, we love having you on the show.”

“Yeah,” you laughed slightly, smiling as you shook his hand. “I mean, hormones, right?”

“Right,” he agreed, leading you out of his office. “Will I see you at the wrap party?”

“Probably not,” you admitted. “It’s not like I can drink, and we have a flight in the morning, so I think we’re just gonna get some rest.”

“‘We’ being…?”

“Oh, me and the baby,” you laughed, pulling at your shirt awkwardly. “I don’t doubt Jared and Jensen will get wasted and regret it when we have to fly out at 9am.”

Bob laughed, nodding in agreement.

“You’re probably right,” he smiled, and you turned to leave for your trailer when his voice stopped you. “Good luck. With the pregnancy.”

You threw a smile back over your shoulder.

“Thank you.”

You were woken up with incessant knocking on your trailer door.

A squinted glance at your alarm clock told you that it was a little after 2am.

You were ready to ignore the knocking, claiming to be a heavy sleeper, until Jared’s voice carried through with it.

“Y/N,” he called, slurring your name slightly. “C’mon baby, let me in.”

You groaned, getting up and padding your way through to the door, unlocking it and letting him in.

He practically fell through the door, and you sighed, knowing that your predictions about the wrap party were right.

Jared had pouted when you told him you wouldn’t be joining them that night but, once you played the pregnancy card and told him it’d be better for the baby to get some rest, he agreed to go ahead without you.

From the looks of things, he had a great night.

“Hey sweetheart,” he drawled, leaning in to kiss you.

You backed away, stepping around him to lock the door again.

“You’re lucky everyone here already knows about us,” you reminded him, but he just shrugged, unbothered.

His hands found your waist, lifting you easily despite his inebriation and walking you back towards the kitchenette.

“Put me down,” you told him, firmly.

Well, as firm as you could be when you were trying not to laugh.

He did as you asked, sitting you down on the counter and leaning over to kiss at your neck.

His hands ran under the hem of your shirt, and you pushed him away lightly.

“You’re drunk,” you stated. “It’s late.”

“You’re awake anyway,” he countered, his palms running over your stomach before he pulled back, grinning.

You frowned as he crouched down, shucking up your shirt and staring at your belly.

He ran a strong palm over the small, almost unnoticeable bump that had finally began to show - pretty much undetectable to anyone who didn’t know your body intimately.

“This is my baby,” he stated, moving his hand away so he could look properly.

“Yeah,” you laughed softly, running a hand through his hair.

“Hi, baby,” he murmured, leaning forward and placing a light kiss above your navel. “It’s your daddy. I’m gonna look after you forever. You’re gonna get sick of me.”

You smiled, knowing from experience with Tom and Shep that he was going to make a great father to your baby.

“But right now,” Jared continued, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I’m gonna ravage your mommy.”

You let out a startled laugh, pulling your shirt back down and dropping down from the counter.

“Why are you laughing?” Jared asked, standing up straight as you moved to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water.

“Nobody’s getting ‘ravaged’ tonight, Sur,” you told him, handing him the water. “You’re drinking this, then we’re going to bed.”

“Yeah we are,” he grinned, uncapping the bottle.

You rolled your eyes, walking through to your bedroom.

“To sleep,” you clarified. “We have to be up for our flight in a few hours.”

“Then what’s the point in sleeping?” he argued, following behind.

You folded your arms, turning to face him as he drained the bottle of water in record time.

“I think you should save yourself for your wife,” you offered, changing tact to try and make him get into bed. “Make tomorrow even more special for the two of you.”

“What about you?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes, sitting on your side of the mattress.

“I’m not the one acting like a drunk horndog,” you reminded him, and he laughed, his hair falling in his face and his dimples indenting his cheeks.

“You really just wanna sleep?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, getting back under the covers. “So either come and spoon me or go relieve yourself in your own trailer.”

You watched as he shifted on his feet, trying to make a decision.

Eventually, he sighed and began to rid himself of his external layers of clothing.

Once he was down to boxers and an undershirt - after an unnecessarily long struggle with the buttons on his shirt - he crawled into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms.

“Good choice,” you murmured, and he huffed a laugh, kissing your shoulder lightly.

“It was a tough one,” he admitted, and you rolled your eyes, pulling his arms tighter around you.

“Go to sleep, Jared.”

The shrill beeping of your alarm pulled you from your sleep, and you groaned awake.

You reached over Jared’s sleeping form to hit the alarm, groaning again when you saw it was only six.

Jared mumbled in his sleep, and you shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up.

“S’too early,” he complained, not opening his eyes. “Lemme sleep.”

“We have a flight to catch,” you reminded him, moving his arms from around you to get out of bed. “And I’m not sure you’ve packed.”

“I packed before the party,” he told you, sitting up and groaning in pain. “Why do I feel like shit?”

You laughed, the sound causing him to grab his head.

“Stop, too loud,” he complained, falling back down onto the bed.

“If you wanted to sleep in, you shouldn’t have booked us the early flight,” you reminded him, changing into your clothes for the journey. “Or, you should’ve gone back to your own trailer last night.”

He didn’t respond, so you continued to get changed in silence, making sure you had everything packed that you needed to before literally forcing him out of bed.

“I don’t like you this morning,” he complained, pulling on his pants as you herded him out of your trailer.

“I didn’t like you much when you woke me up at 2am,” you retorted, pulling him down for a light kiss as you unlocked your door. “Now go get ready, we have to leave soon. And check on Jensen while you’re at it.”

Jared and Jensen were both a sight for sore eyes, neither of them speaking on the way to the airport.

Luckily, only a few fans were up early enough to see you before you got on the plane, and the fact that all three of you just wanted to sleep meant that you didn’t get bothered during the flight at all.

Jensen gave back your phone so that you could listen to music, on the condition that you kept it on airplane mode and didn’t connect to any social media until you got home.

Home.

Now that was a weird concept.

In the weeks leading up to your flight to Texas, you’d talked through your options for where you’d be living, and it had been decided that you would officially move into the Ackles house.

It was only a short distance from Jared and Gen, and it would give you the chance to experience looking after babies with the twins, so you all figured that would be the best way to go.

Of course, you’d spend a lot of time with the Padaleckis - you still had to try and explain to Tom and Shep that they were getting a sibling, and it was coming from Auntie Y/N and not Mama - but officially you were moving in with Jensen and Danneel.

The reunion at the airport in Austin was… different, to say the least.

Rather than hanging back awkwardly while Jared and Jensen greeted their wives, you were instantly pulled into a hug by Danneel.

You laughed, hugging back until she pulled away holding your shoulders and looking over you.

“Hi,” she breathed, and you smiled.

“Hi.”

“You’re pregnant,” she stated, looking at your stomach, your barely-there bump covered by a loose sweater. “I’m still so happy for you.”

You laughed, turning to see Jensen stood with JJ on his hip, Arrow and Zep looking up at him from their stroller as he smiled widely to get a reaction.

Jared was busy greeting his sons, and Gen smiled at you as Danneel finally let you go.

“Congratulations,” she told you, pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so cool about…”

You trailed off as she waved her hand dismissively.

“Don’t thank me, there’s no need,” she assured you. “Now, let’s get home and get you settled.”

Danneel was, frankly, appalled by the lack of personal belongings you had when it came to moving in.

Your clothes barely took up one fifth of the generous wardrobe in your new bedroom, and the personal items you had didn’t even fill one of the shelves.

“I didn’t have a lot of stuff when I moved to LA,” you explained as she helped you unpack, Jensen spending much needed time with his kids.

“And you didn’t buy any more?” she questioned, and you shrugged as you hung up your last jacket.

“I’m not used to having disposable income,” you told her. “It’s just kind of… sitting in my account. Which is good, because now I’m gonna have to use it all on baby shit.”

“Oh, yeah, because me and Gen aren’t gonna help you with that at all,” she snarked, zipping up your empty suitcase.

You raised an eyebrow at her, and she rolled her eyes, storing your case under your bed.

“Darlin’, a new baby is coming into our family,” she reminded you. “We’re all gonna be spoiling you and your kid, okay?”

“I don’t need your charity,” you insisted, causing her to sigh.

“It’s not charity, it’s family,” she told you, kindly. “I know this is kind of a new concept for you, but you’ve got a real family now. We look out for each other.”

You could feel tears welling in your eyes without permission, and she pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair softly.

“Sorry,” you sniffed. “I’m crying more often than not at the minute.”

“I’ve been there, I get it,” she assured you, pulling back and wiping your tears. “Now, let’s go get some food. Bet you’re hungry, right?”

At the mention of food, your stomach started to rumble, answering her question for you.

“You’re gonna get some weird-ass cravings, but you’ve just gotta roll with it,” she told you, leading you through the house towards the kitchen. “I promise not to judge you for them, whatever weird combinations your baby wants.”

“I’ve got a lot to learn, huh?” you murmured, and Danneel laughed softly.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “But that’s what me and Gen are here for.”

You woke up at a light knocking on your bedroom door, blinking open and taking in your surroundings.

Your new bedroom was gorgeous, much nicer than any room you’d ever had the pleasure to call your own before, and you were so busy admiring it that you almost forgot what had woken you.

The knock came again, louder this time.

“Come in,” you called, sitting up and stretching.

Jensen opened the door with Zeppelin in his arms, JJ stood in front of him.

“Up and at ‘em, kiddo,” he told you, and you frowned.

“What?” you asked, checking the clock to confirm your suspicions that it was, in fact, barely 8am. “C’mon, Jen, we’re on vacation.”

“No, I’m on vacation,” he corrected, shifting to hold Zep in one arm, resting his free hand on JJ’s head. “You’re at Mom Training Camp. You think your baby is gonna let you sleep in on your days off?”

“Jared can deal with it,” you replied, and he rolled his eyes.

He patted his daughter once, and she rushed over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling.

“Up an’ at ‘em, Ditto,” she told you, and you laughed softly, letting her pull you to your feet.

“Ditto?” you asked, and she nodded, looking back at Jensen.

“S’what Daddy said.”

“Kiddo?” Jensen asked, and she frowned, looking between the two of you.

“Oh,” she mumbled, frowning up at you. “I thought it was Ditto.”

You smiled, ruffling her hair.

“You can call me whatever you want, princess,” you told her, and she beamed.

“Day one of Mom Training,” Jensen spoke up as Zep started gurgling and reaching up towards his face, “Babysitting while me and Dee run some errands all day.”

“Dee and I,” you corrected, and he shook his head.

“No, you’re staying here,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes before realising he wasn’t kidding.

“You’re serious?” you questioned, and he nodded. “What? No- I can’t- all three? Alone?”

“No,” he laughed slightly. “No, just JJ.”

“Oh,” you sighed with relief, reaching your hands out for JJ.

She lifted her arms up, and you hoisted her up onto your hip.

“That’s not babysitting,” you told her father. “That’s hanging out with my best girl.”

“I’m the best girl,” JJ clarified, and Jensen nodded, letting Zep grab at his finger and bring it to his mouth.

“You are,” he confirmed, “But can you get down, darlin’? Y/N shouldn’t be lifting things.”

“I think I can carry a three-year-old,” you retorted, but JJ moved to get down anyway.

“I’m nearly four,” she replied, patting your stomach through your sleep shirt. “Gotta look after th’ baby.”

“Alright, Lil’ Miss Texas,” you told her, pinching her cheek. Her drawl was getting stronger every time you saw her, and you loved it. “Let me get dressed, then we’ll have the best day while Mom and Dad take the twins to do boring stuff.”

She nodded enthusiastically, pushing past her father and rushing out of the room, calling out behind her that she was going to say goodbye to Arrow and her mom.

“Did you just call me ‘Dad’?” Jensen teased, and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t let it go to your head, old man,” you told him, letting him kiss your cheek before turning towards your wardrobe, getting ready to find something to wear for the day.

“We’ll leave the car keys on the hook in the kitchen if you want to take her anywhere,” he told you, and you bit your lip as you pulled out a t-shirt.

“No, ah- I think we’re just gonna stay here,” you told him, and he frowned as you turned back to face him.

“Can you… Y/N, you have your license, right?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“No,” you admitted. “I couldn’t afford to drive at home, didn’t need one in LA, and Clif takes us everywhere now.”

“Okay, that’s another project for the summer,” he told you, sighing. “You’re learning to drive.”

“Sure, between Mom Training Camp and conventions, we’ll have loads of time,” you snarked, and he laughed slightly, shaking his head.

“As your new dad, this is something I want to teach you,” he told you. “Besides, if I fuck up teaching you then I’ve got a solid twelve years to learn better when it’s JJ’s turn.”

“Yeah, okay,” you laughed, shooing him out of the room. “Now leave so I can put clothes on.”

“Is that any way to talk to your father?” he asked, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You’re lucky you’re holding a baby because I’m not above physical violence when you’re being a douche,” you told him, and he grinned, kissing the top of Zep’s head.

“I knew you’d come in handy, Zep,” he teased, turning to leave. “Hurry up, kiddo. JJ’s gonna get restless.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered with appreciation as he closed the door behind him.

This was family.

And it was yours.

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[froggydarren]

as a friend

Dylan/Tyler || 1.8k || M || AO3

Summary: (989): I miss your penis. I'm telling you this as a friend, like its just a really great penis. You should be proud of it.

A/N: Y’all can blame @literaryoblivion for this one. That is all.

At first Tyler thinks the text came from Posey. It’s something he’d expect from him, completely without context or preamble, but with enough history that it wouldn’t seem super creepy. They did live together, after all, and occasional accidental nudity -- well, accidental sighting of said nudity -- was something that did happen. And sending something this random that’s this personal is absolutely Posey’s style.

Then he looks at the top of the screen again, and almost chokes on the water he’s drinking. Because the text didn’t come from Posey.

D.

That’s it, that’s how Dylan’s number is saved in his phone, because not only is it what Tyler calls him, but it’s also unassuming enough that only some people would match it to the person. He’s had enough people looking over his shoulder to know better, and to save people’s numbers either by nicknames like this, or by full names to keep things appropriate. Dylan is one of those who gets a nickname -- and not a cutesy one that’d give too much away -- because he’s the one whom Tyler texts a lot, and it’s not like he wants to advertise it. And “D” could be anyone, really. At least that’s what he tells himself.

I miss your penis.

Tyler stares at the phone some more, slumped in his chair on set as he’s waiting to be called for the next shot. The penis in question twitches in his shorts, and he winces because now is not the time, dammit. Sure, the competition on who’s gonna wear the shortest of shorts seemed fun when it started, but he wasn’t counting on Dylan texting things like this. And he can’t reply now. Can’t, because he has no idea where that conversation might lead, and if it goes any further than what his mind is already trying to come up with, the shorts will be very inconvenient.

It’s his own fault, really, for not checking all his texts before he got to set.

Tyler reluctantly taps into the reply space, and tries to think of a reply that’s not going to start an immediate conversation. Then he spots the time the text was sent -- 2am -- and it suddenly makes a little more sense.

I see your reunion with the Maze Runner crew went well.

He locks the phone’s screen right after he exits the messaging app, and when the PA calls his name, he’s relieved that he can leave the phone behind. It does take the whole walk around the house they’re filming at to clear his head though. Because penis talk from Dylan.

The shoot and the rest of the guys keep his mind occupied with normal things, and it's only on his way to the hotel that he thinks about the text again. He's checked his phone during breaks and lunch, but there was no response. There still isn't one, but Tyler isn't surprised. Considering that Dylan was still coherent enough to be texting at 2am, chances are that his hangover is of the “leave me alone to die” kind.

Once he's out of the shower -- a long one, to give his body some hydration back after the whole day in the sun -- there is a bunch of notifications right in the middle of his phone screen.

Shit dude, sorry.

But I do.

I mean, I do think you should be proud. Your dick is awesome.

Fuck. Sorry. Will I get away with saying I'm still drunk?

Tyler chuckles at the texts and the rambling. Dylan’s not Stiles, but sometimes they have things in common, and the chattiness -- with people he knows well -- is one of them. He’s yet to understand why some people find it annoying or anything but charming. Then again, he’s maybe a little biased when it comes to Dylan’s… anything.

No.

It’s a simple text, and yet it takes him a good few minutes to press send. Because it means that he’s opening a conversation which could lead just about anywhere.

The reply comes faster than he expected it to.

Shit. Thought you’d let my stupidity go this time.

You’re not stupid.

Maybe not now. I was a drunk idiot last night though.

I mean, it wasn’t a false statement. Just not something I meant for you to know.

Well, no, I want you to know that your dick is awesome. You probably do.

Okay, please text back to stop me.

LOL

That’s not funny. You’re not funny.

Lies. I’m hilarious.

I believe that’s my line.

Except when you say it, it’s a lie.

I am wounded Hoech. Wounded.

LOL

You’re laughing at me. I’m mortally offended.

And yet you’re still texting me.

I can stop. I just wanted to make sure that you know that I meant that text. Just didn’t mean to actually send it. Because awkward.

Maybe a little. Didn’t know you paid attention. Didn’t expect you to pay attention.

I don’t have your locker room “no homo” training. I liked what I saw then.

I feel like I should be offended by the “no homo” comment. But strangely I get what you mean.

Locker room training to not view other guys that way. You’ve got it. I don’t.

Who says I do?

Doubt you’ve ever seen me or Posey naked and saw us as anything else but your team buddies.

Not Posey, no.

He pauses and looks away from the screen, trying to catch his breath. It’s a confession, what he just said, and he’s… he wasn’t expecting the conversation to lead to that today.

Oh.

Me?

Tyler stares at the question and hovers his fingers over the phone screen. Because yes, Dylan. Yes, he noticed back then. He just wasn’t planning on ever admitting it, because for all he knows, Dylan’s never been into anything but girls. And admitting bisexuality was a surefire way to make things awkward. Only a few people in Tyler’s life know, and one of them is Colton, who’s been sworn to secrecy. Colton, and who isn’t out either.

Yes.

Again, sending the reply takes a while. Tyler types it, then deletes the word, then types it again. It’s the only word on his mind, so he eventually bites the bullet and hits send. Then he tries to ignore the dots indicating that Dylan’s typing a response, and he fails miserably, eyes glued to the ominous sign of… well, nothing good. It either means that Dylan’s writing a long-winded rejection, or that he doesn’t know how to write it.

He’s about to toss the phone on his bed and ignore it for the rest of the night when a text finally comes through.

Me too.

Tyler stares, and then another text comes.

Not me, obviously. You. I noticed. As I made painfully clear with the text last night.

When he reads it, Tyler chuckles quietly, a little from the shock of Dylan’s admission, a little from relief that it wasn’t a flat out rejection.

I’m surprised you remember. It’s been years.

Too long, if anyone was to ask Tyler. It’s been way too long since they were living in the same space, since he had a chance to be around Dylan for that amount of time. Sure, on set, they were still close and hung out the year after the move to LA, and they had on set time together too. But the last season was… well, there were multiple reasons for why they weren’t spending as much time together anymore. Tyler refuses to acknowledge his own avoidance of anything Dylan-shaped during the filming of that season. Or during the breaks, when he’d hide in his trailer and complained to Colton about the lack of screentime for him and Dylan together.

It has. I might need a memory refresher.

Tyler is glad he’s not drinking or eating, because the response from Dylan would’ve made him spit out anything that was in his mouth. It’s not like it’s a shocker for Dylan to be direct, Tyler’s just never had it directed at him. Not in this way. Not when it feels almost like flirting. He wonders for a beat if that’s what the conversation has turned into.

Only if that’s something you’d be okay with.

Maybe not like, texting, but meet up?

Normal meeting up, I mean. You’re in Texas, right? We could, if you have a free weekend coming up. It’s been months, man.

Okay, please say something before I propose something too embarrassing, like that I won’t blow you on the first date.

Shit, how do I unsend a text?

Hoech?

Sorry.

Tyler winces, because he’s imagining Dylan’s face going from eager and amused to panicking and worried. He quickly presses on the screen so that Dylan can at least see that he’s still alive, then realises that seeing the ominous dots on the screen is probably worse. But he’s not sure what to reply, since his mind has been utterly blown by Dylan’s words.

BJs are a third date thing.

He almost facepalms when he sends the text, but it’s done. And it was Dylan who mentioned the date thing in the first place, so Tyler isn’t reading too much into where their conversation has gone. At least he hopes he isn’t.

Right. So, breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Then BJ?

I’ve been told I have the mouth for it.

Tyler falls onto his bed and breathes for a moment, one arm thrown over his face, fingers wrapped tightly around the phone. Because Dylan isn’t wrong, and Tyler is all too aware -- thanks to several unmentionable dreams and fantasies -- just how much of a mouth for blow jobs Dylan has. He’s not going to ask where Dylan heard it, or who it was that told him, but it’s not something that Tyler hasn’t thought about before.

He takes a few deep breaths before he looks at his phone again.

And well, we already established that I think your dick is great.

Tyler groans again, his dick very much interested in the imagery that Dylan’s texts are providing.

Date first? I could fly over two weeks from now, long weekend. Or you could, when you get time off. It’s off the radar here.

I’m off this weekend, we’re still just rehearsing. That OK? Too soon?

Let me know when, I’ll come get you from Austin. And it’s been years. Not too soon.

Sap. Can’t wait. I’ll text you the deets when I get them. It’s a date.

Tyler is still grinning when he puts the phone down on his nightstand. He didn’t think they’d ever get there, let alone that it’d take drunk-texting, but he’s not going to complain.

When his phone beeps with a text from Dylan a little while later, it makes Tyler downright giddy to see the flight confirmation.

See you soon.

Can’t wait.

He would say that he doesn’t spend the rest of the evening smiling, but it would be a blatant lie.

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