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Really Drives Me Mad | Older!Eddie x Reader | 18+

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Big thank you to @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you for editing, you really are the best!

Thank you to @bebe07011 for all your encouragement

Thank you to @names-were-taken ... you know what you did.

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: road head, breeding kink, daddy!kink, family awkwardness

Authors note: Guys I appreciate all your patience, truly I do. I was so damn busy these last two months, and I barely had the time or the motivation to write. It's more of a filler chapter, we get some good stuff next one. I'm still quite busy, but I got a fire in me to continue this story. Don't worry, I plan on continuing to the end. There's about two or three more chapters planned. As they say: life happens when you're busy making plans.

You sit on the couch cross legged, watching a movie under a big blanket with Eddie right next to you. He’s relaxed in the corner, arm sitting on the back cushion as he half pays attention to the movie. You’re telling him about work, some drama between two co-workers that has the entire workplace turned on its head.

Eddie wipes his hands of the butter from his popcorn, finishing a handful before he speaks. “Oh, yeah, one of my apprentices just quit, so I’m interviewing a few guys next week.”

For some reason, it doesn’t occur to you that because Eddie owns the shop, he’s also their boss, and therefore, has to hire and interview people. “Cool.”

Something in your tone forces Eddie’s head to tilt towards you. You see this out of the corner of your eye and break into a wide smile, giggling. “What’s…what’s this about?”

“It’s nothing.” You insist, way too fast for it to not be nothing.

“Ok, now you’ve gotta tell me.” Eddie insists, turning his entire body to face you.

“You’re gonna think it’s dumb.”

“What?” Eddie yelps out in surprise. “Of course I won’t think it’s dumb!”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” You pout.

Eddie sighs, you’re just hopelessly adorable to him. And he’s hopelessly in love. So of course, he says “I promise, I won’t laugh.”

“I just didn’t really think about you owning the shop, meaning that you’re their boss, and you have to do interviews.” You admit, aware of his brown eyes on you. “I never imagined you on the other side of a desk. But…” you stutter, clenching your thighs. “…then I did.” You laugh, embarrassed. “Then I became aware of how fast it took for me to picture it and I smiled.”

It’s a lot for Eddie to process at once. “Wait, so you thought of all of that in those two seconds?” Eddie asks, as an eyebrow rises in astonishment.

You nod, continuing to munch on your popcorn. “Yeah…”

“…So what did you think of me behind that desk?” He asks, biting his lip as his voice gets real low. One part of him wants to rile you up, but the other is genuinely curious.

You giggle, watching through half lidded eyes as his lips lean in to kiss you. Your tongues meet sweetly, his darkened stare making you feel drunk on love. “I—” The feeling of your phone buzzing underneath your thigh interrupts you, Eddie sighing as he reluctantly pulls back. “Wait!” you whine.

He chuckles. “Answer your phone. I promise, I’ll be just as curious after.”

Somehow it hasn’t gone to voicemail, yet. Your hand fishes it out from under your leg, the word Mom and her picture illuminating the screen. Fuck. You wince, wishing for three minutes ago when you were breathing in Eddie’s intoxicating scent. Your thumb hesitantly presses the answer button, “Hi, mom.”

“Oh, well you do answer!” There’s a sass in her voice right out the gate, and you instinctively cringe, understanding the type of phone call you’re about to have with her.

“I do work, mom. You happen to keep calling when I’m at work. Then, when I do call you back, you never answer!” You answer, watching Eddie’s brows furrow. It’s the first he’s hearing about this round about game you have with your mom when it comes to phone calls and you’ve never brought it up because the topic alone causes an abundance of stress for you. “Please tell me why you called, or was it to just yell at me?”

“Oh I’m not yelling.” She dismisses you, not unusual for her, yet you still roll your eyes and grit your teeth in frustration. “I would, however, like to meet your boyfriend…looks like you two are getting serious…your aunts have found your page.”

“So they’ve seen…what? His ankle tattoo?” You ask, referring to the photo where Eddie is just stepping out of frame on purpose. Nothing about your Instagram account is a mistake for the moment, if anything just to spite his ex.

“The walk-in closet.” Your mom answers, and you gotta admit, that arch of a full body mirror in his (your) walk-in has become your favorite place to take a photo for the moment. “Even if I don’t approve, I just want to meet him. Bring him to supper. He can bring some family, if he wants. The more, the merrier!”

This sounds like your own personal version of hell. Judgemental aunties, drunk uncles, annoying cousins, and your mom all with Eddie? Throw him to the wolves, why don’t you? “Mom, why don’t we hold off your sisters for now? Let’s just introduce him to our family, and he can introduce you to his.” You suggest alternatively, barely holding in a laugh as Eddie’s shoulders relax, unashamedly eavesdropping on your conversation, not that you mind.

“You know, they’re not patient women.”

You laugh, nodding your head in full agreement. “Yeah, I know. Neither are you, and neither am I, neither is Viti. Runs in your family.” You roll your eyes.

Eddie nods in agreement, thinking of the initiative you took when he first met you and laughing silently to himself. Then his nose scrunches. Who’s Viti?

You turn to face Eddie as you talk on the phone, trying to make out what he’s mouthing to you. “Just send me a date and a time and I’ll try to get them over there.” What? You mouth back to him.

“Who’s Viti?” He whispers, still confused.

Wait, who’s Viti? You stare at him blankly, holding up a finger to finish the conversation with your mom as she responds. “Uh, I’m working Friday, and Eddie’s working Saturday…is middle of the week undoable?”

You hold the receiver, getting an answer that starts with “Well” is always going to be long-winded before getting to the point with your mom. “Viti is my little sister!” You whisper to Eddie. Upon seeing the genuine look of surprise you can tell he never knew about her.

You put the phone back to your ear, catching the end of “I suppose we could do Wednesday…”

You cover the phone receiver. “Can you get Steve in the state on Wednesday?” Eddie nods wordlessly, no doubt in his mind. “Wednesday works!” You cover the receiver again and remove the phone from your ear as she finishes with a long-winded goodbye. “How did you not know I had a sister?”

Eddie shrugs, also wondering. “Never came up, I guess?”

You consider this answer, recalling any acceptable times to bring it up. “That’s true, I suppose.” You put the phone back to your ear, “So, I’ll see you next Wednesday?”

“See you then! 7pm, don’t be late!”

You hang up your phone, falling backwards on the couch in frustration. “Ugh!”

“Would it be ludicrous to say that that did not kill my boner at all?” Eddie asks, slightly surprised himself.

You laugh, shaking your head as he makes his way back to where you sit on the couch. “Still wanna hear about it?”

He lays you down, nodding as he leans in for a kiss. “Tell me everything, baby.”

It’s Wednesday, unfortunately, and you make your way over to your parents’ house, a twenty minute drive down the highway. Yesterday it became evident how nervous Eddie is, dancing around the subject and being more lovey with you than usual, as if that were even possible. Now, he sits with his shoulders locked and face staring dead ahead as he gulps through his nerves. “Baby, are you okay?” You hesitate to ask, but can’t help it.

“Oh, just terrified.” Eddie admits, knowing just how much rides on this one supper. “Something just occurred to me…how…how old is your dad?”

“Oh…” you shift in the passenger seat into a more comfortable position. “I think he’s 53 or 54. I don’t remember which one he turns this year.”

“Oh, thank god.” Eddie sighs, relieved, closing his eyes momentarily. “If your dad was younger I could only fucking imagine…what a shit show that would’ve been.”

“My mom is the same age as you, now that I think about it.” You say, wondering how that was a detail that hadn’t occurred to you before. “She graduated in 94’, which, correct me if I’m wrong, is the year you would’ve, too.”

“Well, shit.” Eddie mutters. He hasn’t done a meet the parents dinner where he was the one meeting the parent in fucking forever. So long ago, in fact, it was borderline humorous.

For some reason, Eddie seemed to look extra scrumptious, dressed to impress and smelling fantastic. Even as he looks nervous, he looks ten times better than any confident man. “You know what would help you feel better?” You ask, placing a hand on his knee.

You think you might have to be more upfront about it, but just from your tone alone Eddie is tenting his pants. “What’s that sweetheart?” He asks anyway, playing dumb, wanting to hear you say it.

“If I sucked you off on the way?”

Eddie huffs his lips out, pretending to consider it. Honestly, he can’t even pretend. He breaks into a chuckle. “Put those pretty lips on my cock.”

You smile in satisfaction as you immediately move to unzip Eddie’s nice slacks and slip his cock out. “You’re already hard” You accuse him playfully. It’s such a damn compliment to you.

You’re in a lusted-out haze as you bend over to take him in your mouth, your shoulder awkwardly colliding with the steering wheel. The possibility of anyone passing in a car big enough to see you in Eddie’s clear windowed vehicle was too much of a turn on for you not to dissect it eventually. His cock reaches your throat, the sounds of you gagging on him repeatedly and your muscles twitching around him make him want to tilt his head back and close his eyes.

“Oh she’s just letting herself be fucked in the throat where anyone can see, huh?” Eddie mutters, his free hand moving through your hair. “Showing everyone how good of a slut you are.”

The words certainly help your ambition, and you start to bob up and down on him, sucking the life out of him with your wet slurps.

“Everyone gets a view but no one gets to know but me.” One of your hands start to play with his balls, moving them around as you lick and slobber all over him before pulling back, taking a breath break. Eddie lifts eyes up momentarily, smirking. “Oh you just gave that semi trucker a fucking hard on, baby I hope you know that.”

You glance sideways, your hand still wrapped on Eddie's cock, seeing the tail end of a white semi truck. You smile up at him and continue, the thought of some random dude being jealous of Eddie because of you was cool. You were only the cool girlfriend who likes to give road head because he’s a good boyfriend, anyhow. You hope he knows that.

“That turn you on?” You shake your head, the nuance too much to discuss while his cock still sits in your mouth. “Does him seeing it turn you on?” You smirk at him, taking a breath as your hand moves up and down his length. Now, for the big guns. You accept him to the back of your throat easily, the deep throating becoming one of your favorite past times with him. “Oh I’m gonna—"

You swallow every last drop that he has to offer when he spills into your mouth, almost too much as some dribbles down your chin. No, not too much. Never too much. You collect the dribble and put it in your mouth, licking your fingers clean. You hum in contentment over the salty taste, sitting back in your seat.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie mutters, still gripping the steering wheel with an iron fist. “That certainly made me feel a lot better.”

In hindsight, Eddie was right to feel anxious for it, just not for the reasons anybody could ever reasonably guess.

When you get there with five minutes to spare, Dylan and Steve are already in your parent’s driveway, both bearing smiles on their faces as they laugh about something.

Eddie finally finishes buckling himself up once the truck pulls up and you get out right away to distract (and to hug, of course), thanking Steve for making it on such short notice. Out of view, Steve’s SUV passenger door slams shut. “Dad, do you think her parents are as stuffy as she says they are or—” Arlo Harrington stops the moment he notices you’re there.

Eddie was hesitant to extend the offer to Arlo, but after he asked you with the disclaimer that Arlo is his god child and he considers family…it was hard to refuse. While you knew Arlo was going to be there, you just didn’t expect him to be a carbon copy of the version of Steve you saw in the photo on Eddie’s facebook.

Whatever genes are in those Harringtons, those curls run deep, every one of his kids had them from the photos. “Hi, Arlo. Nice to meet you.” You hold out a hand, diffusing the tension.

“Thanks for letting me tag along.” He pulls you in once he grabs your hand to shake it, muttering, “Couldn’t resist a show.”

You pull back, seeing a younger Steve in him. “Damn. This is your kid alright.” You confirm to Steve, letting go of Arlo’s hand.

Steve laughs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, that’s my son.”

Eddie jogs up behind you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he carries a bottle of white wine. “Look who finally showed up.” Steve announces, wondering if he’s picturing the flush in Eddie’s face.

“Sorry, I needed a minute to gather my courage. We’re 3 minutes past 7, let’s go.” He mutters to you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“God, I’m not going to hear the end of those three minutes, she’ll hold them against me next time she needs something, I just fucking know it.”

Eddie chuckles as he holds your hand and you walk the stone path up to your front porch. Three knocks land on the door and you hear the small dogs barking and your mom brushing them away from the door. Your mom opens the door with your dad and your jaw hurts from the painful smile on your face as you watch the color in your mom’s face drain. “Mom…?” You ask, waiting for her to say something. “Hello?”

“Oh…sorry.” Your mom gulps, shaking her head. “Of course, come on in, everyone. There’s food on the table for snacks and supper is almost ready.”

Your parents’ tiny dogs yap and jump at you as you take your jacket off, watching as Eddie looks around your childhood home. “Quaint.” Eddie comments, noticing the frames on the wall and the little seasonal décor accents.

“Fuck off.” You tell him, a little self conscious.

“Good quaint.”

“You boys wanna watch the game?” Your dad asks, offering seemingly to anyone but Eddie. “Come on, let’s go sit.” He leans into Eddie as he turns to the living room, muttering, “My wife has got a bucket of questions, so don’t be scared by her inviting you to the kitchen.”

“Dave?” Your mom asks, still not having said much since you got there, which, frankly, is unlike her. “Can you meet me in the kitchen?”

Your dad’s eyes widen, the irony of his last statement not lost on him. “Shut up.” He tells you, his eyes kind behind his round glasses. A grin creeps up your face and you hug him tightly, wishing him luck as he opens the door into the kitchen.

For the next five minutes, nothing suspicious seems to happen in the kitchen. Steve asks if there are any bottle openers for the beer as you sit next to Eddie on the couch, a dog landing on your lap as you direct him to said kitchen. Nothing too awful seemed to be happening, anyway.

Steve sighs as he just gets comfortable. Even with Eliza gone he can’t get fucking comfy. He trudges on to the door of the kitchen when he overhears the reason your parents were quietly bickering.

“—and Eddie fucking Munson!”

“Are you sure it’s the same men? Maybe they just look the same.”

Your mom hesitates, “I know Steve the Hair Harrington, Dave.”

“Yeah, I know you know him.” Your dad answers, Steve picks up on the bitterness in his voice.

You and Eddie are approaching the kitchen now, both going to grab a drink from the fridge when Steve stops you. “Listen.” He whispers.

“I don’t know how, but my daughter is shacked up with Eddie the Freak Munson!”

“And your high school crush is here as family…” Your dad adds, sounding tired.

High school whatnow?

“Oh, I could barely say two words to him! I went into Family Video once and ended up not getting anything because I was too flustered!”

“I’ve heard this story before, Cheryl, why exactly are you still flustered now?”

“Oh, don’t condescend me, don’t act like if Penny Rogers showed up at our doorstep you wouldn’t be tripping over yourself.”

“Penny has nothing to do with this!”

Once it starts getting heated, you look up at the two men and leave the door quietly to give them some time and hash it out. “Was that what I thought it was?” You ask Steve, afraid of a yes.

Steve nods, his eyes wide. “I think so.”

“Do you remember her?”

Steve shakes his head solemnly. “Sorry, can’t say that I do.”

Your little sister, Viti makes her way down the stairs, passing you without a second thought to the two men she has never met. “Hi, sis.” She greets, about to head into the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t go in there!” You warn her. Viti observes you, looking next to you as the two men shake their heads in tandem.

“What, they fighting? Not unusual, nowadays, sis.” She answers, walking into the kitchen brazenly.

Eddie can’t resist. He really should. With you right there, he knew he’d get hit. He texts it to Steve, instead. Might not have missed your shot.

Steve pushes Eddie over, rolling his eyes. “You’re terrible!” Steve snaps, wishing the world would envelope him whole.

You hear your parents shooing Viti out and she returns, eyes wide and her pretty braids moving in tandem as she shakes her head. “Nope. I was wrong. They’re way worse. Whatever has them fighting has dad’s neck vein popping out, yeesh. Let’s go wait it out, it’s what I do, anyhow.”

Viti plays host and you sit by Eddie, listening to the boys talk about the game. You’re not particularly interested in stats and players but it’s fun cheering for the other team. Eventually you notice your sister has stopped talking altogether. She’s not even watching the tv screen.

You follow her line of sight to Arlo, and the irony of the situation hits you tenfold. “Nope. I can’t. I can’t.” You go upstairs to your told high school bedroom, Eddie following you inquisitively.

“Hey, what happened?” He asks, following you into the room that’s stuck in 2014.

“I noticed my sister paying a little too much attention to Arlo. That’s a little too fucking weird for me.”

Eddie chuckles, sitting with you on your bed. “We’ll get through this, don’t worry. Steve won’t even mention he doesn’t remember her.”

“He’d better not” You grumble, leaning onto his shoulder.

Eddie now observes his surroundings and how it’s so clearly a teenager’s bedroom. Your bedroom from high school. He adjusts as his hard on comes unexpectedly, yet fast. Something about the suggested innocence… Eddie shakes his head, kicking himself out of it. Your mom calls your name and you sigh, getting up from the teal bedspread. “C’mon. Let’s go face this shit show.”

Your mom has seemed to calm herself down, directing everyone to the extended dining table when it comes time. Your sister, 21 and in college, eagerly asks for the chair across from Arlo. By now, he’s caught on and he’s playing nice, much to Dylan’s teasing. However, neither of them have any idea how truly humorous it is.

“Sorry for the delay on supper.” Your mom says as you all sit down. “Some malfunctions with the food, all cleared up.”

Conversations carry on like normal, Eddie getting the interrogation treatment from your mom. Dylan feels defensive of his father’s honor but bites his tongue. She even asks Dylan if it was weird for him. “It’s my new normal.” Dylan answers easily, taking a basket of buns from Arlo next to him.

All conversations go politely, Eddie seemingly passing with flying colors. (Truth is, her mind was already made up before this dinner, and with her distraction, what Eddie said really doesn’t make a difference.) As the channels open up from getting to know Eddie and how he takes care of you and other points, your mom brazenly passes in favor of wanting to get it out there. “Uh, so I don’t know if you are aware, but I went to highschool with you two.”

Arlo, Dylan, and Viti are all thrown, of course. You, Steve, and Eddie all do your best to be surprised, Steve a much subtler actor than Eddie, but the smirk on his face is a dead giveaway. Eddie’s just dramatic.

“No shit, eh? Were we in any classes together?” Steve asks, making conversation.

“Yeah…chemistry and geometry. It was kind of hard to miss The King.” Dylan and Arlo pick up on it simultaneously, both sets of eyes jerking around in disbelief. Was this really happening?

You saw the kick in Steve’s confidence as he was called The King. You lean into Eddie. “The king of what?”

“You don’t wanna know.” Eddie lets you know, shaking his head.

“Don’t blame ya, I was loud.”

“I think I was louder, to be frank.” Eddie says, chuckling about his dramatic flair in the cafeteria.

“Oh my god, I remember that.” Your mom looks up, you envy, wanting to see young Eddie, too. From what you’ve seen of him, if you knew Eddie back then you couldn’t have been held responsible for pinning him down in a high school cafeteria. “The cheerleaders called basketball balls into laundry baskets because it pissed them off so much.”

Eddie chuckles, amused by this. “Cool.”

“I used to go to Steve’s ragers all the time.”

“Ragers? I’m sorry, this old man, father of four, dad joke extraordinaire, was a Rager Party thrower?”

Eddie nods, solemnly. “There’s a reason we didn’t get along. He was a douche.”

“Okay, I don’t think I was that bad.”

“Dad, when I was 17, you said you were glad you didn’t have a daughter because you were a raging dick in highschool. Actual quote.” Arlo speaks up, watching this shit show go down.

“If she was a cheerleader that answers why I don’t recognize her.” Eddie mutters to you, pretending to lean forward to speak low.

“Oh, fuck, yeah! You were Chrissy Cunningham’s friend, right?” Steve answers, tapping his brain.

“Yes! I was!” The relief that radiates off your mom after Steve remembers her is a little uncomfortable.

Steve makes eye contact and mouths the word No to Eddie, signaling he still doesn’t remember her, but if they were on the cheer squad, they definitely knew Chrissy.

An hour later, you’re washing dishes as Eddie comes up from behind you. He’s nervous as ever, for reasons he shall not share, but has something to do with the ring in his back pocket and a question for your parents.

“Hi, baby.” He mutters, thumbs slowly caressing the exposed skin on your hips. “Your mom asked to talk to me…should I be worried?”

“I wanna say no, but I don’t wanna give you false hope.” A sharp pain on your shoulder as he bites it causes you to jump, hitting your hips against his harshly. “I’m just being honest!”

Eddie chuckles softly, kissing where he bit you while rubbing your shoulder softly. You hum into him, your head leaning over in content. “Wish me luck, my love.”

As Eddie turns the corner towards the dining room he hears you mutter, “You’ll need it.” He rolls his eyes at you fondly, mentally reminding himself to get you back for that.

Truth be told, Eddie told a small fib. Your mom had gotten all her questions out during the dinner. Eddie was the one who had requested to talk to her and your father. The ring in his pocket has burned a hole in his back pocket all night, and he could finally get to the reason he was so eager to join your family for dinner.

If he was gonna propose, he’d at least do it right. (To be honest, if your parents don’t approve he’s gonna do it anyway, at least he’ll have made the attempt.)

Your parents are already ready and waiting, in the middle of an unimportant conversation. It dies as soon as he crosses the threshold to the dining room, the air in the room suddenly coarse. Has it really been nearly 30 years since he had to talk to a girlfriend’s parents? “Hi, thanks for agreeing to meet with me.”

“Sure, Eddie.” Your mom politely responds, her voice clearly uncomfortable despite her good manners.

“We were just curious as to why you asked us to have a conversation, is all.” Your dad admits, much more nicely, but still hesitant.

Not that Eddie blames them. If Dylan one day came to him with a much younger girlfriend he’d probably have some concerns, as well.

“I’m sure you are. Uh, to be honest, I was rather eager for a meet-the-family dinner…I have a question for you.” Eddie admits, rubbing his back pocket self consciously. “Listen…I love your daughter very deeply.”

He pauses and assesses their reaction, sitting as he twiddles his thumbs.

“We appreciate the sentiment. I can tell you really care about her.” Your dad admits, a soft smile on his face. He already feels a sense of affection for Eddie, despite only being a handful of years older than him. Anyone paying attention can see that your relationship was by no means superficial.

“However, you’ll have to forgive us if we’re a bit hesitant. Our daughter dating a man that’s literally old enough to be her father is a tad concerning for us.”

Eddie bites his lip, doing his best to stop himself from being defensive. It was his best intention to be on their good side. Flaring up seems like a bad idea.

“Totally understand where you guys are coming from.” He says, his hands anxiously rubbing against his jeans. “As I said, I love her. She’s the best person for me, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with anyone. I’m so happy… And considering I’m not getting any younger, I can’t wait any longer. I’m hoping you’ll give me your blessing to ask her to marry me.”

Any hope for a blessing dies as soon as your mom opens her mouth. For the record, it starts in abrupt laughter. “Yeah, no, that’s not going to happen.”

Eddie is unable to hold back the look of astonishment that lands on his face. He wasn’t expecting a blessing, but laughter certainly isn’t what he thought would happen. “Uh, care to explain the laughter?”

“Cheryl, while I was also going to refuse his blessing, laughing was a tad unnecessary.”

“Oh, Dave. If you knew Eddie Munson in highschool you would understand. It has nothing to do with the age difference and everything to do with the kid who made dramatic speeches on anarchy.” She laughs, placing one side of her hair behind her ear.

Eddie is stunned by her answer. How the hell was she still thinking like a high school cheerleader this many years later? “I…I have matured quite a bit since highschool.” Seems like you haven’t, bitch.

“While I’m sure you think that’s true, I just can’t see past the screw up. When she gets over how Attractive she finds you, she’ll find her way again.” She says absentmindedly, and even Dave seems to be astounded at her sheer audacity.

He chuckles deeply, arms crossed as he realizes he’s not going to win her over any time soon. An aura of confidence bursts through him, and it's almost refreshing to not be concerned with her opinion of him. “Okay. Got it. Your message is clear.” Eddie laughs.

“Good.” She stops and looks to her husband and says something clearly Eddie wasn’t supposed to hear. “Almost brought up the two years of highschool he repeated.”

That hit Eddie hard. She just went to a place that when Brooke shoved in his face he finally realized how shitty of a person she is. It hit a place that grabbed his heart and squeezed it harshly. “Okay, that’s too far. Don’t make me say it.” Eddie warns, jaw set hard.

She laughs. “Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean for you to hear that. You gotta admit, it’s true.”

“Seriously. Don’t make me say it.”

She rolls her eyes in a way he hasn’t seen since a bratty girlfriend Dylan had about ten years ago. “Say what, drug dealer?”

“Cheryl!”

“No, I warned her.” Eddie answers, unbothered at this point. If he has to marry you without your mom there, so be it. “Steve doesn’t remember you. Not the faintest idea who you are.” Eddie takes pride in her crestfallen face. “I respect your lack of blessing, but I’m gonna ask her, anyway. Then, when we get married and you’re not invited, don’t be surprised, Cheryl.”

Without another word, he walks into the living room where everyone is sitting watching a football game, including you. He comes in wearing a smirk, you almost fear the look on his face.

“C’mon, time to go home.” He holds his hand out, a tone in his voice informing you that you have no choice in the matter.

“Is…is everything okay?” you ask hesitantly, getting up from where Steve sits with his legs on your lap.

“If you consider your mom being stuck in high school good, then sure.” Eddie tells you, holding your hand. “Besides I think she’s about to get—”

Eddie is interrupted by your mom marching into the living room. “Alright, get out, family supper over.”

With that, you, Eddie, Dylan, Steve, and Arlo are out the door within the minute.

“Jeesh, what happened?” Steve asks, partially looking accusingly at Eddie.

“She insulted me a bunch, so I told her you had no idea who she is.”

Your hand slaps over your mouth, sharing a stunned look with Dylan and Arlo.

“She insulted you?” You ask, anger swirling in your stomach as you turn on your heel. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

“Wait—!” Eddie can’t even finish his thought; you’ve already started your walk back into your house to give her a piece of your mind.

Your mom starts flying off the handle the minute the front door slams. “I thought I told you to leave my house!”

The look on her face tells you she’s only attempting to be intimidating with her stern expression, but all you can do is laugh at the absurdity of it. “That was before you decided to go and insult the shit out of my boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you’re excused. Frankly, it’s embarrassing that I have to defend him from you because of whatever notion of him you’ve kept all these years. It’s also embarrassing for you to act like some moon eyed teenage girl with a crush when your husband of 30 years is literally right there!”

Your mom’s expression flares up defensively. “If you had heard what he said—”

“You realize how patient that man is right?”

She blinks confusedly. “Pardon?”

A huff of laughter escapes you before you continue. “Do you know how patient he is? Because for him to fire a shot back at you that severely means he must’ve endured far too much verbal assault before finally saying something to you. Which means you spent the better part of ten minutes insulting him for whatever reason until he snapped!” You look to your father who had come to witness the whole debacle. ”Am I correct in assuming that?”

He just nods solemnly, arms crossed as he looks on with furrowed eyebrows.

“Thought so. So here’s what’s gonna happen. Next time, you will not insult the man who has been nothing but nice to you and actually gave you no reason to hold a grudge this late in life other than being slightly alternative. If something like this happens again, I will not hesitate to cut contact with you.” A flick of worry crosses his face. “Oh, don’t worry, dad. I only mean her.” You allow your words to sink into her skin. “Am I making myself clear?” You don’t even wait for her response as her mouth gapes. “Good. Because I will be damned if I allow anyone, especially my mother, to mock the man I love. See you next time, where I expect you to act like my mom, and not this insecure and needy cheerleader I see before me.”

The silence is loud as you leave the front hallway entrance and slam the door shut behind you. The sight of Arlo, Steve, and Eddie standing near their vehicles greets you, their eyes synchronously moving to you as the sound of the door slam echoes in the neighborhood.

Eddie jogs over to you, his face concerned. “What was that about?” He asks, observing your mood.

“Yeah, like I’m ever gonna sit idly and watch when someone insults you. That’s unacceptable, I don’t care who it is.” You tell him, your mouth in a stern line, without a hint of humor in your voice.

“I—what?” He asks, his voice soft, his pupils jerkily assessing your face.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, that’s so unfair of her.”

“No, baby, I don’t care about that.” He dismisses it, the last thing on this mind. “Did you just stand up for me? To your own family?”

Suddenly the mist in his eyes becomes much clearer. “Of course! I can’t stomach that crap.”

A small “umph” leaves our throat as he tugs you into his chest with more force than you think he intended to. “I love you so fucking much.”

A sense of pride takes over you, smiling into his chest.

“So, we have a long drive back to Hawkins, so we’re gonna get going.” Steve mentions, suddenly realizing the two of you probably won’t be in the mood for any company tonight.

Eddie lifts his head to respond, you curl into his chest as one of his hands drop. “Of course, dude. If I’d known…”

“I don’t think any of us could’ve predicted that.” Steve laughs, letting the two of you off the hook.

“Oh shit,” Arlo stops himself from getting into his passenger side door. “You know your baby sister gave me her number, right?” He asks you, holding out a little folded piece of paper.

You wince in embarrassment. “Oh god. Don’t feel obligated. She’s just a girl with a crush.”

Arlo shrugs, not making a big deal out of it. “No, I know. Just making you aware.”

You watch him carefully. “…Hey Arlo?”

“Yep?”

“Why are you putting her number back in your wallet?”

He hesitates. “No reason...”

“Arlo?” You ask, your voice raising.

“What? No harm no foul.” He shrugs, putting the wallet back into his pants pocket.

You roll your eyes, shifting your attention to Steve. “Keep an eye on him?”

“I make no promises.” Steve laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.

“You laugh now, Steve, but just wait until Eliza is giving her numbers to men like Arlo.”

Steve stops laughing.

“That’s what I thought.”

Dylan can’t help himself from chiming in the thought that’s been eating at his brain. “Hey look at it this way.” He says, swinging an arm around your shoulder. “If they get married, your sister will have succeeded where your mom failed to.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” You ask, arms crossed with a skeptical smirk on your face.

“Becoming a Harrington.”

The bass beat echoes through the house as you dance around, mop in tow as you perform for no one. The Twilight soundtrack plays, specifically Super Massive Black Hole as your hips swing playfully, mopping the living room. Eddie is at work for the day until later in the evening, a rarity, but you plan on surprising him by earning your keep as a freeloader. As you continue to work 40 hours a week, the only thing you have to pay is your phone bill and car insurance, but you feel bad as Eddie continues to pay for everything else.

So, to make up for it, you’ve decided to clean his already clean house and do some laundry for him. Once the last of the living room has been mopped, you put it aside and return to the laundry room to switch the loads over. As everything is moved over, you lift the basket of hot clothes onto your hip like some sort of busy mom and make your way upstairs to the closet to put it away.

At the top of the stairs, you swear softly as you trip over a box Dylan has laid outside his bedroom door. He’s packing to leave, slowly moving his boxes over to his new place one trip at a time. Eddie had offered the same thing he had granted you: a moving truck with men to move it for him, but Dylan outright refused it. You know why, Dylan is a stubborn person, something you realize he got more from her than from Eddie. If Eddie acts stubborn, it’s usually for something he believes very strongly. Dylan is just plain ol’ stubborn.

You lightly kick at the box and walk through your room into your closet. The closet has certainly gotten messier since you moved in, most of the clothes are strung about when you’re done with them at the end of the day…much to Eddie’s dismay. One thing Eddie has learned about you after he moved you in was that you are not an organized person. His constant picking up behind you makes you smile, staring at him dead in the eye as you place the plate in the sink instead of the dishwasher. To Eddie, it’s like you want to watch the world burn.

Based on the look he gave you, you might be facing some repercussions for it, later.

Today is an attempt to make up for it, finally having the time to place your sweaters on the hangers and putting the pants back in their drawers. Eddie has a system, and you have to admit, it works. Your fingers brush the cooled off fabric as you fold each item, placing them in each perspective pile before starting to put them away. You hadn’t even realized the sheer volume of clothes you had put in the load. The detergent only vaguely smells like him, missing his essence, shampoo, and his cologne to top it all off. Still, the smell of it as you take a big inhale is intensely comforting.

Each pile is designated, so you move through them one at a time, the music blaring from the living room still used as a soundtrack. Pants, in the drawers. Shirts, hung up by type. Pajamas, put into a drawer. Your last pile is Eddie’s boxers, you fold them delicately by style and open the drawer to place them in, when a peak in the bottom of the already neat pile grabs your attention. Eddie is notorious for keeping piles meticulously organized so you grab the pile to start over when a soft thud hits the carpeted floor, grabbing your attention.

The object rolls out of sight, so you peer around the center console and the breath gets sucked out of your lungs when you see it. A small black velvet box sits upside down next to the white console, acting like it didn’t just bring tears to your eyes upon the very indication of what could be inside.

You pick the box up, Eddie’s underwear forgotten. You turn it over in your hands, thumb smoothing over the velvet as you contemplate opening it. Your hand itches for it, moving to open and backing out as soon as the seal is broken. Your teeth are grinding so hard as you place it on top of the center console and move to put Eddie’s underwear away, distracting yourself from doing something crazy.

The drawer closes, nothing else to do. The kitchen is done, living room is done, Dylan isn’t around for you to bother him and distract yourself. Mentally, you make a list of things you could be doing instead as you pace around the closet, the little box growing a big presence in the closed-in space. Your phone in your back pocket buzzes, you take it out, grateful for a distraction.

Shit, just someone you’ve spoken to once adding to their story. Your phone goes back into the pocket, and you stare at the box. It’s too tempting. It’s like Eddie staring at you with his dark brown eyes when he’s seducing you. How could you not give in to something when it tempts you so?

“Shit.” You whisper, walking slowly towards it. Finally, you let yourself open it, and your eyes well up as you see its silver and intricate design. It’s just what you envisioned for an engagement ring to be; you couldn’t have picked out a better ring even if you’d tried. How the hell did he find this? How did he know? Your hands are moving before you can even register. The music is still loud downstairs, but it’s muffled to you as your heartbeat takes over. The ring slides easily onto your left ring finger, and it fits perfectly. A tear falls down your cheek, an involuntary smile takes over your face.

Fuck, he does want to be with you forever, enough to go and get a ring. Your hands shakily move to remove it and it feels like torture as the ring lingers on the ridges of your fingerprint. Words can’t convey how hard it is to take it off. Who knows how long Eddie’s going to wait to propose? You don’t want to wait another day, let alone months. The idea of knowing but never knowing when he’s going to do it somehow feels worse than not knowing he has a ring to begin with.

No, you can’t even wait another hour. Your thumb hits the call button on Eddie’s name, top of your favorites, the recent calls, and your text messages. Doesn’t matter, if your thumb hits the top of your screen it’ll lead to him somehow.

He picks up on the second ring. “Hi, baby.” He greets you so warmly, a smile radiating in his voice.

You stare at the ring now sitting in your hand and nearly cry just from his tone alone. “Come home.”

“Wh-what, why?” Eddie asks, sounding alarmed. “Are you okay, did something happen, or--?” You can hear him moving around, he’s already getting ready to leave.

“I really need you right now.” You tell him, watching the silver band catch the fluorescent lighting of the closet. “Just come home.”

“Okay, sit tight, be right there. Love you.” Before you can respond, he hangs up, and you suddenly realize you have mere minutes to go and turn off the blaring music.

When Eddie bursts through the door, you greet him in the front entrance, the music turned off as you stand there with one hand behind your back, concealing the box in your hands. It lasts only a second. “Ask me.” You tell him, forgetting to show him the ring.

Eddie stops in his tracks; unsure he heard you correctly. He appears deeply concerned, his brow deeply furrowed and lips in a tight line. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh.” You let out, bringing the ring into his sight. Eddie’s eyes widen as he sees the box within your clenched grip. You shove it into his chest, eyes welling up as you tell him again. “Ask me. Get down on one knee and ask me.”

“A-a-are you sure? I had a plan, I was gonna make a whole romantic evening out of it—”

You interrupt him, happy tears shining in your eyes. “Edward Munson if you don’t ask me right now, I swear to god—”

“Okay, okay!” He chuckles, relieved his worry was all for nothing, yet his heart races as he shakily takes a breath and slowly lowers onto one of his knees. “Y/N L/N,” he starts, licking his lips as he smiles up at you. He holds out the tiny box you spent the last hour fidgeting with and opens it. “Will you marry me?” It couldn’t have looked any better…the shine in his eyes as he looks up at you, how the heavy breathing of his chest signals his nerves, his fingers fidgeting around the little black box.

You giggle through a teary yes, meeting him halfway as he rushes to his feet, grabby hands pawing at his face to yank him into a kiss. You’re both smiling too much to truly lock lips, feeling the top row of his teeth against your own gnash in the best of ways. “Put it on, put it on!” You mutter, your left hand tapping his chest impatiently.

His hands move quickly, stumbling as he slides it on. You can swear you see his eyes well up as he admires how it looks on your finger. “Back where it belongs.” You whisper to yourself, tapping your fingers on his chest.

The sentence takes a minute for Eddie to register as he smiles down at you, lovelorn. “Did you try the ring on?”

Your eyes widen, your face breaking into a wide smile. “I mean, with a ring as perfect as this one, how could I not?”

“Perfect, eh?” He asks, one hand moving up to caress your cheek. “I’ll take it.” He leans down to kiss you, all his emotions he fails to put into words conveying in the deep and lush kiss. It takes your breath away. “You sure? You wanna wear a pretty white dress and walk down the aisle to little old me?” Eddie ignored the subtle strain at his cock as he pictured you in a white dress at the opposite end of the aisle. Well, that’s new.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure!” You tell him, lightly bonking him as you continue to kiss him. “I wouldn’t have stared at the box for twenty minutes if I wasn’t sure.”

He separates from you, a smirk on his face. “Twenty minutes?”

“Yeah. If it wasn’t a ring, I think I would’ve died.” You confess easily, and the truth always comes so easy to you when it comes to Eddie. “Now kiss me some more.”

He laughs, leaning in for a slippery wet kiss. His breath is delicious, he tilts his head to deepen the kiss while his fingers trail along your side and rest on a patch of skin that’s exposed on your hip. It tugs the littlest of whimpers out of you, hands resting on his broad shoulders. His tongue licks along the bottom lip, asking for permission in a way he usually demands. You grant it, your foot taking an accidental step back on the hardwood.

Eddie’s hand that rests on your face moves down your neck, his rough fingers are tense as they seem to memorize every inch of your skin. Your neck tingles in its wake, a sigh of contentment leaves your lips. Eddie responds with a dirty exhale into your mouth and your jaw falls open in a sudden need for him. A sudden charge in you appears out of thin air, wanting more. “Ed.” You whimper out, clutching onto his jacket he’s still wearing.

He hums in response; you can feel his lips turn upward into a smirk as his hands continue their journey to your waistline. Your thighs clench together, craving friction on your heat that for whatever reason he hasn’t granted yet. You become impatient, moving the jacket off his shoulders and you’re happily greeted by the muscle shirt he’s wearing, his gorgeous arms on full display. His lips kiss down your neck, his hands spread out as if to touch every inch that they can, lifting your oversized t-shirt to expose the skin. You move to assist him, lifting your shirt above your head. It’s not going fast enough for you, there’s too much clothing on you.

Your feet unconsciously move toward somewhere you can lie down, the couch, the counter, the stairs, anywhere to prevent your knees from buckling embarrassingly. “Where you going?” He mutters, yet still allowing you to lead.

The back of your thighs meet the armrest of the couch. “The couch, apparently.” You answer, sighing as he continues to devour your neck.

Eddie inhales the perfume you spritzed that morning and lets out a chuckle. Before you can even ask, he pushes you by the shoulders, making you fall backwards onto the couch. “Fine by me.”

Your back hits the cushions, a rough landing as you bounce. Eddie crawls on top of you, tongue meeting your leg in a trail of wet kisses as he makes his way up to your pelvis. A whine leaves your throat, eyes closing in bliss as each kiss contributes to the blindingly hot need for him in your pussy.

Eddie reaches your crotch, and as he lifts his mouth from you, you expect him to take your shorts off. Instead, he puts his face in and inhales, moaning when your aroma hits his nose. Just from your smell he can tell how wet you are. “Baby you are soaked, aren’t you?” His brown eyes meet yours, lust overwhelming his eyes.

“Always.” You answer, not a hint of shame behind it. “Always ready for you.”

Eddie’s eyes roll into the back of his head at your answer, groaning. Fuck, doesn’t that deserve a reward. His hands easily hook around the elastic band of your grey shorts, moving them swiftly off your legs. His original plan to tease you through your panties goes to shit, your eagerness driving the need to devour you like an arrow into his chest. The glisten of your folds is a sight to see– as always– as he makes himself comfortable on the couch, situating your legs over his shoulders. A squeal of giggles escapes your throat as he tugs your body to where he needs you. Your knees meet your torso, toes already curled at the anticipation as his hot and heavy breaths send jolts of pleasure and he hasn’t even touched your dripping cunt yet.

“Eddie.” Your voice comes out desperate.

Eddie smirks at it, it’s barely been a full minute since he tugged your shorts off. “I know.” One hand that rests on your thigh reaches forward for your left hand, toying with the ring that hasn’t been on your finger for more than five minutes. Your hand shakily grips his tightly and you clench your thighs around his head tightly in anticipation.

After what feels like ages, he finally leans in to devour you, using his tongue in one long stripe along your folds. The release it gives you is both not enough and everything you need. Your hips grind up to meet his mouth, heels digging in, and his deep chuckle vibrating against your pussy is too fucking good. Moans leave your mouth at your breathing rate, every breath being a whimper to let Eddie know how fucking good his mouth feels against you.

The hand still on your other thigh travels to play at your clit gently, and your moans go silent as your thighs fucking quake against him. Eddie can’t stop the satisfaction that purrs through him in the form of laughter. “Fuck, baby. Barely touched you.” He mutters, low enough he’s not even sure you hear him.

Halfway through a sigh, it turns into a laugh. “Mouth feels so good.”

Eddie hums in response, mouthing at your folds again before his tongue makes its way into you, his nose nuzzling your clit. He fucks you with his tongue and you grind against him, the grip on your left hand harsh and his nails now digging into your right thigh. “Cunt smells so fucking good.” He says, rutting his nose against your clit and knowing damn well what it was doing to you. “Tastes…” he pauses fucking you with his tongue again, “…tastes like fucking heaven, fuck, baby.”

Eddie is driving you to the edge quickly, your thighs tense against his head as your hips continue to grind up against him. Your free hand lands in his hair, pulling at the roots at every wave of pleasure he gives you. Eddie could swear the pulls feel like a heartbeat at his roots, not that he minds. As he continues and drives you faster to that high, he notices the tugs get faster and he moans when he realizes something you do not.

He slides two fingers in, moving them back and forth, listening to the sinful wet sounds your pussy makes as it weeps for him. As your slick makes a mess on his chin and hands as he smirks up at you, hooking his fingers against your g-spot. Your thighs clench even harder as the heat expands, radiating through your body and you barely have a second to think to warn him. “Ed, I, I—” He feels you flutter around his fingers as you cum, your legs shaking as you lose all control of your extremities. He saw it coming from a mile away, as the tugs on his hair became more frequent.

He continues to lick at the slick of your folds and finger you gently as you come down from your high, your entire body going limp. He gives one last kiss to your clit and kisses his way up your body, you watch as his wide smile comes closer and closer to you. “How’s my girl?”

A giggle leaves your mouth, smiling up at him gleefully. “I’m alright.” Eddie tickles your hip bone, and you squirm underneath him, giggling harder. “Okay, okay! Fuck!” Your legs wrap around his hips, and you tug his growing tent down to meet your exposed pussy. “Need you.”

“Need to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock, baby.” Eddie grinds himself into your heat, teasing himself, but admiring the way your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Your heat is throbbing at this point, begging for more. “Need your cock in me, Ed. Want you to fuck me open.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, as he’s the one that usually does the talking. “Yeah? Need this big cock in that tight little pussy?”

“So fucking bad, Ed. Please give it to me.”

“Oh I’m gonna give it to you.” He leans forward for a wet and slobbery kiss, one that you embrace at tenfold. Your hand goes to his jeans where they’re laying now on your pelvic bone to undo the button, shakily attempting to with only one hand, the other still in his grip.

“Ed…” You whimper, tugging on the waistband wordlessly. “Get these fucking jeans off.”

Eddie chuckles as he climbs off you to take his jeans off. You sit up to watch him as his gorgeous figure gets undressed. Your hands move to your back to get rid of the bra that still hides your chest. He walks up to you sitting on the couch, placing a finger to tilt your chin up. You peer up at him with wide doe eyes, his cock only inches away from your face.

His thumb gently swipes at your bottom lip, admiring the shade of them. “So pretty.” He mutters, about to ask you to lay down.

“Wanna fuck it?” You ask, his cock mere inches from your face, you’re suddenly craving his balls up against your cheek and the weight of his cock on your tongue.

“Weren’t you just begging me to fuck your pussy?” He asks, searching your eyes for the sudden change in you.

Your mouth opens obediently, pulling a gasp of disbelief from Eddie. His cock literally twitches, and he realizes there’s no reason not to let you if you’re so eager to. He slides his cock in your mouth, watching as he slowly moves to the back of your throat, your doe eyes still looking up at him.

“Oh, my good girl.” He rubs at your cheek, feeling the length of himself against it. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

As much as you resist, your eyelids flutter shut, moving your head up and down, your cheeks hollowing out as you suck on him. You hear a groan of contentment out of him, and it only encourages you. One of his hands weaves itself into your hair, using it to guide you. You take yourself off his cock, breathing heavily as you take a long lick at a vein along the side of the shaft. Your left hand wraps around the length, jerking him off as you lean forward to take one of his balls into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, that’s so pretty.” He mutters, causing you to stop.

“Hmm?”

“Look, baby. Your ring on my cock…wanna take a picture…fuck.”

You don’t answer, just continuing to jerk him off as your mouth resumes its journey to his balls. You take one in your mouth, the hair on them smelling like sweat. You take a big inhale of them, sighing happily as you suck at the flesh. Eddie’s knee almost buckles as he sees what you’re doing, the idea that you were inhaling his raw scent too much for him to comprehend.

“Oh Jesus, trying to kill me.”

“No.” You mutter, hand still jerking him as you move to give the other side the same treatment. “Just blow you stupid.”

Eddie moans at your nonchalance, and as you finish with the second ball you move back to his cock, spitting on it and taking it back into your mouth. You give no warning as you take in as much as you can, focusing on getting him to the back of your throat. Before he can instruct you, you relax your throat and allow your nose meet his pubic hair, taking in the damn whimper that leaves his mouth, relishing in it.

“Fuck, if you keep going like this I will fucking blow.”

At his insistence, your mouth leaves his cock with a pop, still on your knees, completely naked as your eyes stare up at him. Eddie nearly loses his mind as he looks down at you, hands combing through your hair. “Lie down, baby.”

You need no more instruction, lying on the couch, your legs open as you wait for him. He sits himself in between them, hands framing your head as he looks at your face. “I can’t believe I get to marry someone so fucking beautiful.” Your eyes well up at the sentence as it fucking sucks the air out of your lungs.

Eddie barely gives you a chance to recover, sliding himself in you. Your jaw drops at it, eyelids growing heavy as you watch him carefully. “You can’t…you can’t just say something like that.” You whimper, gasping for breath. “It’s not fair.”

“I’ll say it because it’s the fucking truth.” Eddie states, watching for the signal when you’re ready for him to move. “God you in a fucking white dress, looking all sweet n’ shit…”

“Gonna be your wife.” Eddie’s hips buck into you in response, and a gasp falls from your lips in surprise. “Fuck!”

“Gonna be my fucking wife.” It comes out of him in a growl, a sense of pride runs through Eddie as he is elated he gets to share the discovery of his love of calling you his wife with you, finally. “Oh baby, pussy is so tight, just suckin’ me in.”

“Want that. Want you. Want us.” It babbles out, Eddie gaining speed as he watches your cocked out expression looking so adoringly up at him. You hold onto him, nails scratching down his back. He bucks harder, head buried in your neck as he attempts to calm himself down. “Want you to put a baby in me.”

A fucking growl leaves his throat and his head perks up to look at you. “Oh my god, I almost just came.” He says lowly.

“Really?” You ask him, eyes shining bright at his confession.

He nods, gulping. “Y-yeah.” Your legs tug him back down, lifting your hip to get him to fuck you more. A grunt of acknowledgement escapes his throat, back to business. “Gonna put a baby in you.”

“Oh fuck, Ed, just like that.”

“Gonna marry you and get you fucking pregnant, you’ll be my hot little housewife!”

“You’re in my fucking stomach Ed, fuck you’re so deep!”

Eddie cannot help the swell of pride he feels at this. “Gonna fill you up, baby.”

“Fuck…Ed,”

The moment your pussy flutters around him he cums into you, white sticky ropes filling you up. His weight collapses on you, your legs gripping on his torso tight, holding him in. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up at him, holding his face. “You know, I really can’t wait to marry you.” Eddie tells you, his thumb toying with your ring, his hand resting on yours.

You gulp, the sentiment the same. He knows it by your expression and by your impatience, you can’t wait either. “How long—” you yawn, “how long have you had it?”

“Uh…since Harrington was here.” Eddie refuses to say Steve’s name while he’s inside you.

“What!?” Your eyes pop open in disbelief. “You’ve had this for weeks? And you haven’t asked me yet?”

“I knew I wasn’t fucking crazy.” Eddie mutters, and you peer up at him, eyebrow raised in a question. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Ok.” You yawn again, clutching onto his back. “We have all the time in the world for you to tell me, anyway.”

Eddie’s chest swells with emotion, clutching onto you like his lifeline. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

You nuzzle your nose into his hair, letting yourself get into his tangled curls. “Love you too.”

You fall asleep within seconds, Eddie texts his employees he had an emergency and can’t return for the day. He had a full day, but that was before you decided to take over his proposal.

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I have this idea for a fic and you are the very best to write it🥰.

Sports journalist reader and Pedri being in a private but no secret relationship, she is ok with it until people start commenting that Pedri surely wants to keep her private bc he wants to keep his image of being single and linked with ig models, and maybe it gets worse whe he fucks it up with a public comment along the lines of him not being in a relationship and she is like "ya basta de estupideces" and we get drama. Here I don't know what could happen but it ends with our beloved reader doing the post match interview with the players, when it's Pedri's turn they do the questions as normal but at the end he knows the mic is on and he says something like: "me esperas para llevarte a casa amor?".

It's Enough -P.G8

Summary: You're tired of people assuming things that are not true while your boyfriend shuts them up

You loved your work, you loved being a sports journalist, you were happy when you got the job at Sport and you loved being able to make people see a different point of view from what other journalist do, make players feel comfortable around you and ask them different questions than: "How was the rival team? Any thoughts on winning a certain trophy this year?"

And that's how you met and eventually make Pedri, your ten months boyfriend, fall in love with you, you being yourself even while working.

You had let people known you were in a relationship together two months ago and while everybody knew that, you both liked your privacy and you both tended to keep things on the low. And mostly, Pedri.

Everything has been great, both of you understanding each other, talking of anything, making time to be together, rarely fought but this one... it was the biggest one, you could ever have.

"I'm sorry"

"You really just think a simple sorry will cut it? I have my best friends asking me if you take this relationship seriously! My mom's calling me like crazy because she saw the video and my co-workers are sending me <<I'm sorry>> kind of texts, my brother wants to hit you in the face and I would gladly let him!" You shook your head "Why did you do that?!"

How on earth will he say "I'm not seeing anyone at the moment" when he clearly has you?!

"Y/N, amor-" You cut him off

"Comments about you with other girls have been going on and on lately, I honestly don't care about them, I know you and I know you wouldn't do that but then, you went ahead and said that shit that sent everyone into madness, it makes me rethink of everything I thought I knew about you once!" You admit with tears at the verge of falling "Did you lie to me? Do you really love me? Or you want me just to keep you company at nights?"

"Hey, no. Please, don't think that" Pedro shook his head "I've never lied to you, I'm in love with you, you are the girl of my dreams and the love of my life"

"Si lo soy, entonces ¿Por qué carajos dijiste eso?" (If so, then why the hell you said that?) Your voice broke lightly and the first tear fell down "You just embarrassed me in front of everyone, Pedri. There's nothing you can do to take it back, people think I'm good with open relationships, with you cheating, people are saying that you are hiding our relationship because you're embarrassed of me, people are saying you broke up with me just because you had what you wanted, people are saying shit about us, about me and it's all thanks to you"

"No, I didn't wanted that. I didn't- I'm not ashamed of us, of you, I just wanted to protect you, I-"

Your phone ringing interrupted him, you looked down at your hand and your boss's name flashed across the screen, you sighed in fear. You were news and bad ones.

"I gotta answer this"

"Please, amor-"

"Don't call me that, Pedro. In fact, don't call me, don't text me, don't even look at me, nothing at all because if you do I will do something I will later regret on"

"Like what?" He asked softly

"Like breaking up with you" You said strongly looking at him "I really can't bear with you right now, Pedro. We'll talk later" You shook your head and answered the phone going upstairs

Pedri felt like crying.

He knew he screwed up the second those words came out of his mouth, but it was as his body just blurted them out before his mind could process it. He just wanted to keep you safe.

But what a way of doing so, right?

He tried to do something else to shift his attention to the small office he set up for you at his house like washing the dishes, play some NBA, laundry and eventually get ready for his match.

He went upstairs with the intention of going straight into his room but his body tricked him and he ended up at your office, his heart breaking up when he heard you sniffing while speaking to your boss.

"You're giving us bad reputation with those news, Y/N" He heard your boss say

"I know, sir; my apologies" You said "He must have been really tired, you know he isn't like that"

"Whatever it was, it's done"

Pedri closed his eyes, his hand on top of the doorknob ready to come in and defend you but his phone interrupted him

Tiburón🦈

"Ya vamos a empezar a calentar. ¿Dónde estás?" (We're starting the warm up. Where are you?)

He sighed and went to your chat: "I love you, always have and always will. I'm truly sorry about everything, my love. But I'll make it up for you, I swear to God"

And leaving a kiss on the door, he left the house quickly, his body was on his way to Lluís Companys but his mind and soul stayed with you at his house.

You sighed, coming out of the shower. You had to go to Barcelona's match because you were scheduled for tonight's interviews, looking at the watch on the wall, you saw you were a bit early but still needed to go so you could make it on time.

You weren't in the mood for anything today. From being called names, to have all of your contacts worried about you and your relationship, to have your boss onto your neck wanting for you to dissolve any rumor but won't even knowing how to do so.

You wanted to simply disappear but you never had powers back in high school and you won't grow powers now being an adult. So the only thing you did was buckle your pants up and act as if nothing was affecting you.

Calling a cab, you went to Lluís Companys and with the help of Aaron, the cameraman you started the reportage in which ended up with Barcelona being the winner. 2-0. Both goals from Pedri.

Both goals that were dedicated to you.

Your heart beating incredibly fast at the gesture of your boyfriend who changed his glasses celebration for your name on a personalized Barcelona jersey, still with the 8 number

"Te quiero" he had said before giving the jersey to one member of the staff and return the game.

You felt extremely proud knowing he was the MVP however your happiness slowly turned sour because as he was the MVP of the match you had to interview him, you wanted it or not and you weren't ready to face Pedri yet.

"Buenas noches, Pedri" You said with a small smile, professionalism running through you

"Buenas noches" (Good night) He said softly

"Vamos a ser un poquito rápidos que sabemos que tienes que irte... Enhorabuena por la victoria de esta noche" (Congrats on the win tonight) ", 2-0 against Getafe How do you feel?"

"Well... Good. We played very well, we had control, we managed to knock the rival mostly from the sidelines, we knew we had to be strong since Getafe is a great team as well. And well, it was a very good game which we won and now to focus on the next game"

"Both goals from you with amazing assists of Fermin and Raphinha. They were amazing, by the way"

"Gracias"

"And you are the MVP for tonight's match. Congratulations as well with that, Pedri. How do you feel about that?"

"Good, good. It feels amazing, my goal is to score more and make more assists this season and hopefully I'll be able to help the team in any way I can"

"That's good to hear, Pedri. Once again, congratulations. Have a good night!" You said quickly wanting to get over with everything. "¿Lo agarraste?" (Did you got that?) You ask Aaron who nods and goes to show you a bit of the footage.

"Amor, ¿me esperas para que vayamos a casa?" (Babe, you wait for me so we can go home?) You heard Pedri asks "Por cierto, esto es para ti" (By the way, this is for you) He hands you the jersey

"What? Why?" You receive the jersey looking at it

"I'm dedicating goals to my one and only girl, is it bad?" And as much as you wanted to refuse a smile slowly came up to your face. You shake your head softly coming over to him to hug him "Te amo" (Love you) He said "And I'm sorry" You smiled and kissed his lips before kissing his sweaty, dirty but rosy cheek

"Don't do it again please" You whispered watching his big brown and beautiful eyes

"Never. You're my girlfriend, I'm in love with you and I see the rest of my life with you by my side, amor" He whispered back before pecking your lips softly "Entonces... ¿Me esperas? Voy a bañarme y a cambiarme rápido para que vayamos a casa y descansemos" (So... You wait for me? I'll shower and change really quick so we can go home and rest) You nod softly

"Better be quick, I really want to go home" You smiled untangling yourself from him

"I'm off right now"

"Y/N..." Aaron called you softly with a panicked look to his face

"What?"

"Football players mic was on and that was live" You open your mouth in shock, troubles keep coming at you.

"Don't mind" Pedri said "Let everyone know I'm taken by the best girl ever" You looked at him and he winked at you squeezing your hand.

What a sneaky boy he was.

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talaok · 9 months

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Chapter two: Light

Pairing: No-outbreak!Joel x married!reader

Series summary: You moved to Austin Texas with your husband due to his job, but your already troubled marriage is about to get more complicated when the contractor remodeling your home, Joel Miller, will enter both of your lives.

Chapter summary: You meet your new contractor for the first time, and he's not how you had expected

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It was only the second day of waking up in this house, but you were already more used to the routine.

Alarm, shower, breakfast, a kiss, a goodbye.

Easy, it was easy.

Today was the kitchen. All the boxes were piled on the white wall next to the entrance. They seemed so many you actually wondered for a moment how you were gonna manage that, but a part of you was actually grateful you had something to do to keep your mind occupied, from what you didn't know, but still.

Before starting to do that, however, you had a more important thing to get to.

"Hi"

You laughed "Why are you whispering?"

"My boss is in today"

"so?"

"so he can't see that I'm on the phone during company time"

You snorted

"Yeah you laugh, but if he catches me and fires me, you're the one who's gonna have to take me into your home"

"that wouldn't be so bad actually"

"yeah, actually you're right" Claire sighed, "wait a second, I'll just put you on speakerphone so he can hear you"

"perfect"

You both laughed

"So?" she asked after a moment

"so what?"

"how's it going there? How's Texas, tell me everything!"

A strange smile pulled at your lips "There's really not much to say. It's hotter than hell here, the house is huge, and it's gonna take me an eternity to unpack everything" you summed up

"Richard isn't helping you? What am I saying, of course he isn't"

"He has to work Claire"

"oh right, Richard and his work... wouldn't want to get between that marriage"

"Claire-" you rolled your eyes "let's not do this right now, ok? I want to know about you, about what I missed"

"about me? Well..."

"oh no I know that tone please tell me it's not what I think it is"

"I can lie if you want"

"oh my god, Claire!" you half shouted in the empty kitchen "I'm gone two days and you already go back to him!?"

"calm down alright, it was just a one-time thing, it was late at night and I had just finished watching How to Lose a Guy in ten days, and you know what Matthew McConaughey does to me..."

"ok, gross" You stopped her before she could get any further "Why? Why him, why Dylan, you could do so much better than him"

She huffed, "I know I know, it's the last time I promise"

"you promised the same thing last time too" you reminded her

"I know, but this time I mean it"

"you better," you threatened

There was a brief pause as you heard her move, probably to get further from her boss.

"God I miss you already y/n, I don't know how I'll survive without you"

"I miss you too" you smiled "But it's not like I'm dead, we can still talk on the phone, and I'll come visit you as soon as I can"

"You promise?" you could feel the pout on her lips

"I promise you and hey if-"

The ding of your doorbell caught you off guard

"what?" Claire asked

"Oh shit, I forgot the contractor was coming" you realized, after your mind finally decided to unblank itself

"See, you're already too busy for me"

"shut up" you laughed "I'll call you back when he leaves. love you"

"fine" she sighed "I love you too"

"bye"

As soon as you hung up and placed your phone on the counter, the doorbell rang once more.

One minute, God!

You rushed to the front door, not even asking who it was before opening it.

"Sorry for the wait, I was just- I was in the middle of something" you mumbled quickly

"It seems like I always manage to catch you at the wrong time ma'am" The man before you joked as your eyes finally settled on him.

Oh,

For some reason, from your brief talk on the phone, you had pictured a 50-something-year-old with gray hair and a beer belly, definitely, definitely not this.

He looked as if the world broad had come to life. He was tall, and the navy-blue shirt hugging his body highlighted his muscles, muscles one builds from hours of manual labor, not at the gym.

His nut-brown hair was what one could describe as an organized mess, like he forgot to brush them this morning but tried to fix them with his fingers as he was making his way here.

His eyes were big, gentle, a pool of hazel one could find themself drowning in easily enough, you included.

And his lips- his lips had twitched into a smile that was more of a grin, as he- oh god- as he watched you study every inch of him.

"Sorry!" you said a bit too loudly "I wasn't checking you out I just- I had pictured you differently" you spat out, immidately regretting it.

Why the fuck did you just say that?

His chest rumbled as he chuckled " Differently how?"

"oh my god," you couldn't help but laugh through the embarrassment "Please forget I ever said anything, could- could we start all over again?"

"gladly" he nodded

"ok, thank you" You took a quick breath of relief and held your hand out to him "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm y/n"

"pleasure 's all mine" he shook your hand as you finally noticed the sweet drawl of his accent "I'm Joel"

"good" you smiled "and before I forget, please don't call me ma'am ever again Joel, it makes me feel like I've aged twenty years in 20 seconds"

Again, a soft laugh fled his throat "Will do" he nodded obediently.

"ok, then please" You fully opened the door to him "Come on in"

He wiped his shoes on the doormat before obliging, and you closed the door behind him.

"You have a nice house ma'a-" he cleared his throat "y/n, you have a very nice house"

you stifled a laugh at his clear struggle "Thank you. We've only arrived the day before yesterday, so it's still pretty empty"

You explained as you walked towards the staircase.

"Certainly not of books" he stopped in the middle of the living room, "wow" he exhaled "I take it you and your husband read a lot?"

The smile that rose on your lips was more of a reflex, not a voluntary decision.

"Some are his" you said "but they're mostly my doing"

He glanced at you as if you'd just confessed to being a witch before looking back at the wooden shelves filling the entire wall across from the tv, only stopping to make space for the couch.

"well I'll be damned" he chuckled

"I take it you don't read a lot?" you smiled

"I think the last time I read something my daughter was 8 and wanted to hear a bedtime story"

You couldn't hide your stupor "You have a daughter?"

"oh-yeah," he said, finally tearing his gaze off the wall and back to you "Sarah, that's her name"

"It's a pretty name" You nodded, the upward curve of your lips lingering

"Thank you, you should tell her that" he laughed "She's always complaining about how "basic" it is"

"Well she's not exactly wrong," You said before you could stop yourself

"oh no, not you too, please" he ran a hand through his hair as if exasperated, and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry" You shook your head, amusement still tracing your words "If I ever meet her, I'll be sure to tell her the opposite"

"yes, please" he joked "You'd make my life a hell of a lot easier"

"consider it done then"

Beat.

Silence fell for a moment, but neither of you ceased looking at the other.

"well" you clapped your hands together "The room I talked to you on the phone about is upstairs"

"right" he cleared his throat "lead the way"

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"Can I offer you anything while... you do your thing?"

He smiled "I'm ok, thank you"

"You sure? Not even water? It's like a million degrees out" you continued, as he grabbed something from his tool belt

"Actually you're right, water sounds good"

"great" you beamed "I'll be right back"

It took you a moment to find your feet and will them to move.

You didn't know what was happening.

Maybe you hadn't talked to another human being outside of your bubble for so long that you just weren't used to it anymore, or maybe you had just started to lose your fucking mind, because as you walked downstairs and into the kitchen a weird, weird feeling consumed your entire being.

And what made it weirder was that it wasn't a bad feeling... no, it was like going on a carousel for the first time, like riding a bike without anybody's help and feeling the wind through your hair... you felt light, lighter than a feather. And all of it because you had a conversation with your contractor.

Either you were pathetic or crazy, but something definitely wasn't right.

"here" you hended Joel the glass

"thank you" he nodded politely, before drinking it in one go.

You snorted "I guess the weather still affects you even if you've lived here your whole life"

"It sure does, I never got used to it" he shook his head, "it's a miracle I'm still alive really"

You chuckled

"Where are you from? If you don't mind me asking"

"oh" you breathed "New York"

A sly grin tugged at his lips "The big apple... isn't summer there hot as hell too?"

"yeah, but not like this" you gestured vaguely into the air "This is torture"

He laughed "I'd like to say you're wrong but I kinda agree," he said "So what brings you here to this torture chamber?"

"My husband's work. He had to transfer here"

"ah..." he hummed "Of course"

He watched you for a moment, and you felt weirdly self-conscious

"that mustn't been easy... leaving your life like that"

he took you by surprise

"I-"

"Shit, sorry if I made you unco-"

"no,no" you cut him off, biting down a smile as you noticed the worry on his face.

God, he's so...

"It's totally ok" you paused "and you're right, it wasn't easy, it- it still isn't really... but it just was the sort of thing where I had to, y'know?"

"right" he nodded "And how are you liking it here?"

"It's nice, Austin is a beautiful city"

"it is"

"And you know... I'm gonna sound stupid, but I'm nervous about meeting new people, and making new friends- it's just- it's been so long that I'm afraid I don't even remember how"

He raised an eyebrow as if he didn't believe you, as if you'd just told a joke.

"you?"

"yeah me"

"I don't think you need to worry 'bout that, you..." he paused, as if just remembering where he was and what he was doing "Well for starters, you've already met me, and I like you so..."

If you could, you would have smacked the blush creeping up your cheeks right off.

"Well, I'm flattered" You tried to play it cool, pretending you hadn't suddenly turned 13 all over again.

"Yeah, I think you'll do just fine" he smiled, and that's when you noticed for the first time just how beautiful of a smile he had, so reassuring, so kind, so... light.

This man's wife is a really lucky woman, You found yourself thinking before you could stop yourself.

You bit down what you were sure was gonna be a grin from ear to ear.

"well I'm done here" he looked around the room one final time

"oh, already?"

"I wish I could spend more time here too, you're much more pleasant than most of my clients, but unfortunately, today I just really needed to have a look around"

"right," you nodded "So when can you start?"

"umh" he scratched the back of his neck as he thought, "I think next Monday we should be ready"

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"thank you for everything," you said, as you opened the door

"I didn't really do much" he grinned

You shrugged "Yeah, but you were nice to talk to"

"Well for what it's worth, you too y/n"

Your name sounded awfully good on his tongue.

You smiled as he walked out.

"See you Monday, then"

"Umh, wait-"

"yes?" you frowned, watching something like conflict transpire behind his eyes

"This is my number... You can call me if you-" he stopped a moment to clear his throat "if you need anything"

"oh- I already saved the one you called me with yesterday"

"That" he scratched his beard, "That was my work number, this is my private one, I don't always answer on the other one"

"oh" you breathed once again "Oh well, thank you" you smiled, taking the card he was holding out and watching as something that looked like worry melted right off his face.

"no problem" he looked at you one more time "See you Monday then"

"bye"

For some reason, even as you closed the door behind you, the smile on your lips didn't seem to want to go away.

What was happening to you?

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 5 months

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5th Day of Christmas

Warm Cuddles

Summary/Prompt - Cuddling in the bathtub because it’s so cold outside and their S/O got caught in the snow on the way home from work.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warning: implied smut

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You hurry to throw your light jacket on as you descend the stairs of your office building. You’re generally one of the last to leave as you know all that awaits you is a cold empty bed. Except now your husband is finally home from filming for the holidays and you couldn’t be more excited to cuddle up with him. But as you open the glass doors you’re met with a face full of freezing snowflakes. You tighten your jacket around yourself. You would’ve brought a warmer one if you had known, but the Austin winters are so unpredictable, you never know whether to even bother with a jacket some days. You sigh and brave the cold as you jog over to your car already fiddling with the keys so you can get inside as quickly as possible. You turn the key in the ignition but it doesn’t start. You try three more times but it just splutters. You slam your hands on the steering wheel as tears of frustration slip down your cheeks.

It had been a long exhausting day with meeting after meeting and your boss kept throwing tasks your way. The only thing keeping you from a melt down was the thought of coming home to your husband. Now even that is being delayed because you’re probably going to have to call a tow truck. You pull your phone out of your bag and sign as you look at the picture of you and Jensen cuddling on the screen. You start to search for a tow company but then decide to Jensen instead.

He picks up on the third ring. “Hey, Honey, shouldn’t you be on your way home?”

“Yeah…my car won’t start. So now I’m gonna have to call the tow company,” more tears start to fall as you start to feel overwhelmed again. “And my boss has been on my ass all day, and there’s so much to do before we break for Christmas…and it’s freezing, and I didn’t bring a warm jacket because it never snows in freaking Texas!”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I’ll be there soon.”

“No, you’re on holiday. I’ll handle it.”

“I’m on holiday from work, which means I’m a full-time husband. I’ll be there soon.”

“Ok.”

He hangs up leaving you alone in a freezing car. You get out and take a look at the engine, despite Jensen insisting he’d pick you up you don’t want to inconvenience him. You try to figure out what’s wrong but in the dark and with your hands shaking from the cold it’s impossible. You slam the hood shut and lean against the cold metal. After a few minutes you notice headlights shining at you and hear a car door open and shut. You turn around and come face-to-face with the one person who can make your terrible day better. You get lost in his emerald eyes as he wraps a heavy jacket around your shoulders and then pulls you in his arms.

“Come ‘ere. Let’s get you home and warm.”

“But my car?”

“We can deal with it tomorrow. I can drive you to work in the morning and then wait for the tow truck.”

You lean up and kiss him. “I’m so glad you’re home. Thank you.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Now come on.” You peck his lips again and then pull away to grab your bag from your car and lock it. Jensen holds his hand out for you and leads you to his truck and helps you in before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in himself. It’s like a toaster oven in his car, he must’ve had the heat cranked up all the way over here and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“You really are the best husband ever,” you say as he starts the engine and backs out of the park.

Once he’s out on the road he says, “I don’t want you to ever think you can’t ask me for help. Whether I’m at work or here, but especially when I’m here. But you have to know that I would drop everything if you needed me.”

“I know, but I should be able to handle it…I’m not some damsel in distress…”

“I know you’re not.” He rests his hand on your thigh as he drives the rest of the way home.

Inside your house he helps you out of your jacket and leads you upstairs to your bedroom ensuite where a warm bubble bath is waiting for you.

“Go ahead. I’ll come back up and join you in a bit, if that’s ok with you of course, Mrs Ackles?”

“More than okay. I’ve missed you so much. Don’t keep me waiting,” you say as you reach for the zipper at the back of your dress. Before he leaves he steps closer and brushes your hair over your right shoulder and kisses your neck softly and then slides the zipper down your back.

“There you go. I promise to be quick.”

You slide your dress to the floor and step out of it before stripping your underwear and dumping all of it into the laundry hamper. You clip your hair up and then step into the bath, sighing as the water warms your skin. You lay back and let the stress of the day wash away in the bubbles until your husband finally returns with two glasses of port wine. He hands you the glasses while he strips off. You shamelessly watch the show before you. You always feel regular, especially next your Adonis of a husband, but knowing he chose you always makes you feel better, especially when he looks at you the way he is right now; as if you’re the centre of the world. Little do you know, to him you are.

You sit up straighter to make space behind you so he can join you. Once he’s sat behind you, you lean back against his chest. He wraps one arm around your middle and takes his glass with the other. “To my beautiful, brave, resilient wife,” he says quietly as he taps his glass against yours and then takes a sip. You raise your glass to your lips and let the warm wine warm your insides as it slides down your throat.

“You wanna talk about your day?” He asks.

You shake your head. “I’d rather not actually. I just wanna enjoy being here with you.”

“Alright.” He kisses the crown of your head as he squeezes you tighter against him. As you try to scoot backwards your ass rubs against his dick causing him to stiffen. “Babe, stop.”

You take another sip of your wine before leaning over to place your glass on the floor beside the tub. You then turn around and take his and put it with yours before crawling into his lap and placing your lips on his. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your back.

He pulls you back for a second. “Baby, we don’t have to do this, we can just relax.”

“Is that what you want?”

He looks into your eyes as his hands roam along your back. “God no. I want you so bad.”

You reconnect your lips with his, deepening the kiss. When you pull back for air you say, “I want you too. I need you.”

That’s all he needs to kiss you even deeper and pull you closer.

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gingiesworld · 8 months

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At My Worst

Chapter Six

Leigh Shaw X GN! Reader

Warnings: Violence. Angst. Fluff.

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18+ MINORS DNI

When you have already felt undescribeable pain once in your lifetime, you never expect to feel it again. Especially waiting for hours to know if the one you wish to spend your dying days with is out of the woods.

As Y/N and Nat were doing their rounds, coming across one of the other guards who had a creepy crush on Nat.

"Is there a problem?" Y/N questioned as he came out of a cell.

"No boss." The inmate smirked as he watched Nat and the other guard. "Just our friend here has asked for some help with relationship troubles." He smirked as he eyed Nat.

"Well, get back in your cell." Y/N told him angrily. That was when the inmate started to bang repeatedly on the metal door. Inmates from the other cells started to riot. Taking the guards into the cells. Using the sheets to tie them up as they beat them. Y/N and Nat strung up beside each other as the prison went on lockdown.

"What are you doing?" The other guard asked as the inmate smirk as he played with the shiv he had created.

"You wanted help with her." He stated as everyone rioted. "And we were overdue some fun in here." Y/N tried to wriggle free only resulting in a sharp jab in the stomach. "I make the rules now."

"Leave her alone." Y/N growled as he smirked.

"Oh, I won't be touching her." He told them before pointing at the other guard. "He will."

"What?" The guard questioned as the inmate approached him. "I can't."

"Yes you can." The inmate smirked. "Or I can touch her for you, I have no problem."

"Just stop!" Y/N told them as Nat tried to get herself free. "Just let her go and we can figure something out."

"What can we figure out together boss?" He smirked as he gave them another jab to the side. "Before help comes you would have probably bled out by then."

"Come on." Y/N breathed out. "Just work with me here."

"I don't see why, either way I will have years added on to my sentence." He smirked as he played around with the shiv. "So these two may as well watch you die. Tie him up too." He then jabbed their other side but left the weapon inside of them before taking a seat themselves as all of the other inmates rioted like there was no tomorrow.

When Leigh had made it to her mom's after countless missed calls and texts. She was met with her mom's worried expression.

"It's Y/N. There has been a riot and they are locked inside with Nat and another guard." Amy told her.

"How bad is it?" Leigh asked her.

"I don't know. It's been hours and we haven't heard off of them." She told her. Leigh collapsed onto the sofa as her eyes filled up. She couldn't possibly go through this again. She couldn't lose Y/N. They have a dream. A future together.

As the hours went by, Y/N's life hanging in the balance as Nat tried to keep them awake. Her heart breaking as she watched them slowly fade as the noise from outside the cell started to disipate as the guards had finally managed to start diffusing the inmate riot.

"Come on Y/N." Nat tried as her voice broke. The other guard watched the two in fear of having someone's blood on his hands. "Y/N?" She watched as Y/N lifted their head up slowly, giving her a small smile.

"It's going to be ok Natty." They whispered as Nat nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Of course it will." Nat agreed sadly.

"I'm going to marry her as soon as I'm out of here." They told her. "I am going to."

"Yes you are." Nat told them.

"I don't think I can wait." They whispered as their head flopped and their eyes started to close again.

"No. No. No." Nat tried to get free herself as her eyes never left Y/N. "You can't do this to us Y/N/N!" She yelled as she tried again. Her tears falling down her face as she continued.

As soon as Leigh's phone rang, her mom answered it for her. Talking on the phone briefly before hanging up. Finally getting through to Leigh.

"They're being rushed into the hospital." Amy told her as she grabbed both of their purses and Leigh's hand. Dragging her to the car and opening the passenger side door for her.

"Did they say how bad it was?" Leigh questioned as Amy shook her head no.

"They said they will speak to us as soon as we get there." Amy said as she raced through the streets to the hospital. Leigh's heart beating extremely fast in anticipation and fear of what could happen now.

Everything was a blur, the talks with the doctor, the Governor and Nat. It was all a blur, all she wanted was to see Y/N so she sat beside them, holding their hand as she listened to the steady beep of the monitor, reassuring her that they were still alive. Extremely lucky to be alive.

"Leigh?" She heard their voice, a small smile grew on their face as they saw her. "Let's get married. I don't want to wait." All Leigh could do was kiss them passionately as her tears fell. Nodding a yes as she leaned in and kissed them again. Her heart and head slowly calming as this had gave her the reassurance of their future together is still within reach. They just have to fight and work to keep it within their grasp.

#leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw #sorry for your loss #elizabeth chase olsen #lizzie olsen x you

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idreamofticklehugs · 9 months

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Rough day, Wonderful night

It had been such a long day. You got home and immediately changed into your oldest and most worn out pajamas. You collapsed on the bed and pulled out your phone, letting your brain shut off while you scrolled social media. Fifteen minutes later, your phone rang; it was your favorite person.

“Hey.” You said. You got a groan in response.

“Hi.”

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” You asked.

“Today was a horrible day. Everything went wrong.”

“Aw, Honey, I’m sorry. Are you staying late tonight?”

“No, everything is taken care of; I’m just really frustrated and I don’t want it to come off on you. I’m trying to detach from work before I come home.”

“It’s ok, everyone has bad days. I understand. Are you doing alright?”

“Can you just keep talking? Hearing your voice is calming me down.”

“Are you hungry? Nothing is started yet, but I can whip something up. If you’re going to be home soon, I can start getting ready.”

“‘Getting ready’?”

“I just meant get things ready.” You hopped up and walked over to the closet to pull out some jeans and a shirt. You wanted to make their night better, not bring them down with your problems.

“I was craving pizza earlier, but I was already home before I remembered that we ate that frozen pizza already. There’s not a whole lot in the fridge, cause I’m getting groceries tomorrow, but I can always throw something in the instant pot. There might be something in the back of the freezer we can throw in the oven too, and just have a quiet night. I’ll work with whatever we have, so you don’t have to pick anything up.” Your bad day was forgotten as you became determined to make their day better. “There’s a couple movies we’ve been wanting to see, or we can just chill and go to bed early.”

“Why are you about to change out of your pajamas?”

The voice came from the phone, and from behind you. You gasped and whirled around. They were standing there with a tired smile on their face. You walked over and wrapped your arms around their neck; they squeezed you tight before letting you go.

“You scared me! You’re home early.”

“Boss let me leave. I put out so many fires in the office today, that when things were finally running smoothly again, he let me go before anything else happened. Now,” They gently cupped your face in their hand. “Did you neglect to tell me something? No, don’t answer that yet, cause it won’t be a real answer. So, I’ll expound a little further. Darling, you are currently in your oldest pajamas. Normally when you come home, you don’t bother changing unless something is going on; then, you change into sweats. It is only on bad days when you go straight into those. Now, why are you wearing them and why were you about to change out of them?”

“No reason,” You hedged, “It was just a long day and I’m feeling a little tired. That’s all. I was just going to get changed back so I could feel productive and start on dinner before you got home.”

They hummed with squinted eyes. They took your hand and led you to sit with them on the bed.

“Why don’t you tell me about your day.” They said.

“We’re not talking about me right now; we’re talking about you.”

“We actually are talking about you. We were talking about why you were in your old I’m done with today pajamas.”

“Well, it’s rude to just talk about me. I want you to talk about your day. I want to make your day better, not bring you down with my day.”

“You can make me feel better by telling me about your day, especially if said day is in danger of ‘bringing me down’ as you say.”

“My day doesn’t matter. Just let me baby you for once. Let me take care of you.”

“You can do that by telling me what happened. It makes me very sad when you don’t share your feelings with me.” They said, pouting comically; they were holding back a smirk. You realized what you both needed to make the day better. And this conversation was the perfect way for both of you to get what you wanted. Something they apparently had already realized, given the look on their face. You tried not to blush, even as butterflies came to life in your stomach. You loved it, yes, but it still flustered you like crazy, especially since you knew what was coming. You bit her tongue to keep a straight face, and shook your head.

“I’m feeling stubborn. It was nothing.”

“Uh, uh, uh. You know ‘Nothing’ doesn’t work for me. And you know how I feel about stubbornness. Remember what happened last time you refused to tell me anything?”

You squirmed; you just couldn’t help it. You wanted to back up, but fought the urge; you couldn’t give in so easily. They smirked. “Ah, I see you do remember. So, darling, are you going to tell me about your day, or am I going to have to let out all of my frustration on you?”

You put your hands out in front of you in defense, trying not to giggle.

“I just want to be the one to help you for once.”

“Alright,” They sighed deeply, as though it pained them to do it, “I guess it’s the hard way.”

They pounced on you and you yelped, falling back on the pillows. You dissolved into giggles before they even touched you; once they did, however, you screamed. They went right for your torso. It wasn’t thought out or strategic, just wherever they could reach around your hands. They were laughing too. As you enjoyed getting tickled, they loved tickling you.

“Well,” They teased, “Since you seem to have forgotten your day, I’ll just have to tickle you until I’ve forgotten mine.” They pushed their hands in, moving around yours with the skill that comes from experience. They scribbled their fingers over your stomach and sides, teasing you and making you blush. They traveled up to your ribs and scratched their fingers gently on each one, making you squeal. They dropped their hands back down to your stomach and you tried to reach out and grab their hands. You fell right for their plan; of course they knew you were going to do that. They shot his hands under your arms, and you trapped them there as soon as you brought your arms crashing back down to your sides. They wiggled their fingers and teased you about the fact that you must love being tickled since you were keeping their hands stuck there. They pulled one of their hands back down to your ribs and kept it there. Your hands latched onto their wrist and they grabbed them with their other hand and kept all four of your hands at your ribs. They leaned in close and peppered your face with kisses, making you giggle in between your shrieks. They let your hands go and let their hands travel at random, wherever they wanted with no pattern. You were laughing so hard you were almost silent, except for the squeaks when they hit a sensitive spot. You were thrashing around, your body’s natural reaction to protect itself, but you were loving every second. You both needed to laugh, to have positive contact and help each other forget all of the stress for a while. They slowly came to a stop and wrapped their arms around you as you quietly giggled from the leftover feelings. They brushed the hair out of your eyes and held you close.

“I’ll order pizza. You go pick out the funniest movie we’ve been wanting to watch. We are having a night in. You are going to be loved on for the rest of the night.” They lightly kissed the end of your nose. “Thank you for making me feel better. Did I help you too?”

You giggled again and blushed. “You know you did. But I wanted to love on you tonight.”

“You just did.” They fluttered their fingers on the base of your neck and you flinched and squeaked. “I’m going to go order and get changed. You get comfortable. I’ll bring the hairbrush when I come back so I play with your hair without getting tangled. Your hair got a little messed up during all that squirming you were doing. As long as you stay next to me, we’ll call it an even trade.”

You were snuggled up together on the bed, their arms wrapped around you. Every once in a while, they would drag their fingers lightly across you, making you giggle and squirm. After one such instance, they pulled you tight up against them and just held you in their embrace.

“You are wonderful. Thank you for making my day so much better.”

#tickle thoughts #tickle story #tickling #Cheer up tickles #Had some trouble with the formatting but hope you like it!

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 7 months

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Yandere x gardener reader pt4

Warning: stalking, Yandere

It was your weekend, and you were kicking it back, watching tv, snacking, y’know the classic.

With work and the stress of a whoever is leaving you those bouquets and creepy notes at your door, you thought you deserved a little relaxing.

As you grab a drink from the fridge, your doorbell rung…. Of course it did.

As you walk to your front door and open it, there David was standing with his hands on his pocket and and his face tucked into his coat. It was that time of year where the days were getting colder and the leaves started to turn.

“DAVID?!”

‘Why the fuck was he at your front door? How did he even know this was your front door???’

“Hey, y/n! Sorry for randomly showing up, but I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me and get some coffee?”

‘What the fuck.’

You shuffle you feet, grabbing the door with both hands now.

“David…what are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

David’s smile flattens slightly.

“Well I had asked your boss about it”

‘You were pretty sure that was a lie.’

“I don’t know David, maybe not” as you said that you started slowly closing the door, but before you could David spoke up once more.

“NO No wait!…. Look, I’m sorry if this is weird. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you since we met and now that you aren’t working at my garden anymore, I wanted to shoot my shot, before it was too late…”

‘Shit, now you felt kinda like an asshole…’

‘I mean what’s the harm in you going on a little date with him? Sure he was a bit much at first, but maybe he was just following his heart? Plus aren’t people supposed to get second chance?’

You sigh,“Ok fine, I’ll come get coffee with you, just give me 5 mins and I’ll be ready. Wanna wait inside while you wait?”

David smiled, ear to ear, “I’d love that.”

As you ran upstairs to put on some decent clothes and brush your hair, David sat on your couch, happily humming.

Unknown to you David had been in your house before, several times actually. But it felt different knowing that you invited him, rather then him sneaking around. He was so happy!

Eventually you came downstairs. You had a toque on, a warm fuzzy sweater and some gloves to keep you warm.

You looked so cute!

David sat up and linked arms with you, and you both headed out the door.

On your walked you did some small talk, talking about the weather, hobbies, whatever just came up.

And David was mentally recording all of it.

“So how’s your garden been doing? Hopefully the other workers are taking care of it.” You say.

David chokes a little, “it’s never been better!”

You smile “that’s good. I was worried, specially for that rose bush you have in the back, it’s so nice, it would be a shame if it wasn’t doing well.”

David looked towards you and gave you a warm smile, your just so passionate and he loves it.

Plus with the cold making your cheeks blush a bit, god he just couldn’t handle it!

“Oh! Here’s the coffee place I wanted to show you, it has the best coffee, and you’ll love the baked goods they have here”

You both stop walking to take a look of the outside of the coffee shop, it looked cute and warm inside.

David walks forward to open the door for you, you walk through the door and smile at him, symbolizing a silent thanks.

Once you both ordered your drinks, and small snack, David of course insisted that he pay for the both of you. At first you refused, but David was too persistent.

The both of you found a table next to the big front window, so you could watch the street life roam by.

You continued to chat, nothing of real importance, to you anyways. For David it was probably the most important conversation he has ever had.

And he was so happy! You looked like you were having a good time!

‘Holy shit these muffins are good!’

While chatting, your phone started to ring, you checked the caller, it was your boss.

“Sorry I have to take this, I’m just gonna step outside”

“No worries at all, take your time” David smiled

But when you turned around to head outside, David’s smile dropped.

You answer your phone, “hey boss, what’s up?”

“Hey y/n, I should have told you this sooner but I kept getting side tracked. Anyways, I wanted to let you know that we no longer work for David and his garden.”

“Oh?” You question

“Yeah, when he saw you weren’t working at his location anymore, he got pretty mad, started yelling at our staff and stuff, a real weirdo.”

“Is that so… well thanks for telling me, I’ll see you on Monday yeah?”

“Yeah see you then!”

You hang up the phone and turn around facing the window, seeing David at the table. We waved with a smile.

You did not wave back.

You come into the coffee shop and start grabbing your things

“I’m sorry David, I don’t think I can do this, I should be heading home now.”

David stood up, “Woah woah, what do you mean? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“This, I can’t do this, I just don’t think it’s a good idea”

“Why what’s wrong? I can fix what ever the issue is”

You take a breath, “David, your the issue, I’m really sorry, but all of this has just made me really uncomfortable.”

“No no no, just give me a second chance I can make it better!”

‘Little did he know, this was his second chance’

“David no. When I worked for you,you treated me differently from the other staff, you gave me personal gifts, and I don’t even know you! Then you show up at my house?! Do I even want to know how you found out where I live?”

“I told you, I asked your bo-“

“He wouldn’t do that! I know my boss, and he doesn’t just give out personal information like that!”

Suddenly a question popped in your head, you look up to David.

“Have you been the one leaving those notes and flowers at my door?”

David didn’t say anything, he just kinda stood there, starting at you, shocked.

‘That was a yes.’

You took this chance to walk out of the shop. You jogged home, worried David would try to catch up to you.

Once you got home you locked your door, windows, pretty much anything that could open up to the outside.

15 min later, you heard knocking.

“Y/n can you let me in please, let’s talk about this!”

You didn’t need to check to know who it was.

He kept knocking, every swing harder then the last. You covered you ears and slip down against your wall on to the floor.

“Y/N! LET ME IN! I’m being serious. We can fix this!”

The banging on the door just kept coming, you were worried that if he kept continuing, he would just break the door.

“GO AWAY! I’LL CALL THE COPS IF YOU DONT LEAVE!”

The banging stopped. Silence.

“…y/n plea-”

“I SAID I’LL CALL THE COPS!”

You hear David huff and then foot steps walking away.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

you didn’t sleep at all that night, too scared, to worried that David would come back.

So this time I tried to write more like a story, do you think it’s better or did y’all like the points instead?

#yandere #yandere x reader #my writing

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browneyes-issac · 5 months

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Hellos everyoneeee!!! 💞👋

Sooooo I'm coming backkkk!! Finally!! 🙈💞😆

Warning This is super longgggg!! 🤣🙈

So I deeply apologize for dropping off the face of the earth back in February... I really had full 100% intentions of staying up to date with ready and writing... I just... I really think I overwhelmed myself working and trying to keep up.. Which that's nothing against anyone. I'm just super slow and I was still getting used to working evening being there five months. So I was sleeping more then my usual napping. So I think that's what started me backing away.

Then the housekeeping boss... She was becoming more and more of a bully to us and one of the ladies in laundry finally had enough and went to HR. She ended up getting fired. My aunt ended up taking the position.. Which yeah that was the logical choice but some stuff happened with her which I'll get into later on. But yeahhh, original boss lady strained on my mental health a lot...

And I am big on saying heyy blow up my phone if you need and or want to for whatever you want.. But I feel bad doing it to others so getting behind on my reading.. It kinda messed with me. Because I feel really bad for not staying up to date but also I just... I was getting burned out I think... 🥺🥺

A positive note ----

Biketok kinda consumed me on tiktok... 🤣🙈 gotta love the masked men love that Mando started for meeeee!! 🤣🤭

I have no words.. They all are so amazing and badass and I just... Yeahhh 🤭😍 I used to really hate sports bikes... But idk tiktok showed me they can be absolutely beautiful and their riders are so amazing... 🥺

I got a whole list of them that I follow and love but there is this one... His name is Angel. I don't even know where to start with him. He's so amazing, precious, dorky, idkk I just love and adore him. 💞

When I started following him it kinda started out as a crush.. Because ya know a booktok themed video of his popped up.. 🤣🤭 But once I got to know him through his lives and his more personal posts.. My love for him turned more into a comfort love. He brings me so much joy and comfort.. Like his fourth live I watched, I passed tf out. And I'm big on the saying; you fall asleep faster when you are laying next to someone you feel safe with. And it's the same thing with him. His voice just... 🥺💞🥰 Even when the dork is screaming and yelling at his games on live.. Still pass out and stay asleep. 🤣 he's really helped me heal a lot... 🫶

^^^^ this is the stinker in question. 🤭🤣 he did a face reveal, so I feel it's ok I am posting it on other social media. 💞 He's so stinking handsome I cantttt!! 😍💞🥰

I may still do thirsty comments on his posts.. But my teasing love and comfort love for him over powers that.. He just knows how to get under my skin with the spiciness.. 🤣🙈

He does have a girlfriend, which I'm endlessly happy for him.. He deserves endlesssss happiness!! 💞

If you would like to check him out... All socials are Outrunangels. He also has music out under that name. 🥰 he has music out under another name too, but not gonna promote it.. Not gonna type it out, if you'd like to listen to it after you've checked out the angel stuff.. Let me know and or I'll do a post about it too.. 🤣

~~~~~

Ok back to the annoying soppy stuff.. Enough of me gushing about my Angel baby.. 🤣💞🤭

So when I was pulled into biketok.. I found this one guy. He followed me back on tiktok and one day we started talked and he asked to move to snap, because tiktok didn't send him notifications good enough.. Which is fine, I had no problem with that. We started talking more.. Kinda... Kinda ended up being more of a spicy relationship. Which I was fine with. Because I've never been a relationship or had any romantic anything.. I know I've never shared this on here, but I've grown a lot and I'm not that ashamed of it anymore. I'll share about what helped me later on.

Anyways. This guy... I confessed I started developing feelings for him and that I'd love to start to get to know each other better. His response was I'm sorry I don't do relationships because I move around a lot. Ok I get that completely, but long distance can work and it doesn't hurt to at least have friends.

So I kinda started stepping back.. Because that hurt and as time went on it did more and I had some good days. Then around the middle of August, maybe the week after my birthday (it's the 6th ), he posted a few videos with a girl and I believe one said it was his girlfriend. Sooo yeahhh that killed me a bit. Like ok you could have been a decent human and said hey I don't like you anymore so let's stop talking, because I found someone.

I stepped back completely then.. I kept him on everything and just slowly deleted him off of everything. A few weeks ago a video of his popped up, he ended up breaking up with that girl.. I kinda laughed, because karmaaaa! 🤷‍♀️

Angel came into my life at a really good time. It was right before the crap with this guy got really bad for my mental health. And just like his name he was an angel and saved me. 🥺💞

Back to work stuff... Ya know how I said my aunt is my boss? Yeah kinda sucks now... So my dad is the manager for the bowling alley in town. He hired my cousin, my aunts son. He's been slacking a lot.. Dad has tried talking to him a lotttt... Fought to get him a raise... And then the Monday after my dad's birthday he fired him. Because he went behind dads back to the GM.. What's the point of dad being manager if he's gonna go to the GM?? Some other stuff happened too that caused dad to finally fire him.

My aunt is a childish person... So of course when my dad tried to talk to her calmly when she was there with her bowling buddies... She blew up at him talking about this isn't my problem blah blah.. And some other stuff that is family stuff.. Don't wanna get into it.. Been dealing with that mentally too much...

So she's been acting annoyingly at work.. Some other reasons too, but it irritates me too much so not gonna get into it.

Back in September one of the CNAs on my Hall was making fun t-shirts for all of us to wear for Halloween in October. She asked me to come help her and just hang out.. She only had mine left to do, pay day was the following week.. So I assumed that we were gonna wait to wear them until I had mine done. Which awesome, I'm fine with waiting.. Get to work Tuesday.. And all of them are wearing their shirts... It crushed me, but I didn't say anything because I've never been like that. But my mom, the protector she is... Did say something to Chrissy (aunt/boss) and a CNA she's friends with.. She talked to her in confidence as friend and fellow mom... Well this girl went to the nursing boss about it... So boss lady chewed the nursing saffs butts about it...

Mind you. Two of the CNAs I've known most of my life.

I think it was the Friday that this happened... When I got back upstairs from break, the girl that did the shirts asked if I was upset about not having my shirt yet. I said yes, but once I thought about it I was fine with not having it yet because I'm the housekeeper and the youngest, and my shirt is a different picture... And then mom got upstairs too because the CNA that actually cared about me out of the two I know, she had asked for mom to come talk to her... Because she knows how I'd react about the situation..

Mom and her walked away and I was still talking to the shirt maker one.. Boss lady and the other one I've known forever both said idk why we have to deal with right now and in the middle of the hall... Um excuse me, this is how we always talk.. It's not my fault you guys don't do your job properly so you gotta race to do things when state is in the building... So I walked away crying...

This killed me a lot.... Then the CNA that is mean that I've known... She keeps singling me out and setting me up for crap...

Mind you, she started doing this the week my mom was puking her brains out.

Oh and another thing I'm gonna share with y'all finally... I still live with parents.. We all aren't in a rush for me to move out and I help with bills, which is why I wanted a job...

We didn't know what was wrong with her.. She couldn't stand up really without feeling dizzy and puking... So no work for her.. I was having to worry about helping get her stuff done plus my hall. So I was slacking a lot. Because my mom is never sick. So I was freaking out and struggling a lot... She ended up going to the doctors and found out she has verdigo.

And this woman decides to start doing this crap that week and telling my boss.. I'm gonna leave this and see how long it takes lotus to pick it up... Like wtffff???

So yeah this all has been straining on my mental health a lot... I'm finally slowly getting bsck to being better... I'm gonna be switching to deep cleaning soon.. I'm training the new girl. I'm hoping she won't freak out and quite. 🤞

~~~ two postive things again.. 🥰

First.. The thing that had helped me not be ashamed of being single all my life and have no romantic background at all... I found this audio erotica app called Quinn. They have Voice actors that do spicyyy audios. It's such a wide range of stuff on there. Very sex postive. And their social media team posts so amazingly with helping us understand the positivity that goes with sex. They have helped me a lot with being ok with how I am not having experience. And I follow a few of the ones I love.. And ahh they are so sweet and awesome.. Have helped a lot too. Also, Quinn is only $5 a month.. 👀👀

Second... I got my first tattoo!!!

The meaning ---- this is a mental health tattoo.🫶

no I didn't get the lotus out of cheesiness of it being my name. I got it because I love the symbolism of it. Lotus flowers grow through the mud. So I have always said; you have to push through the mud of life to blossom into the beautiful lotus flower you are.

The words. I have always said that to my friends and myself.. And ya know I don't really cuss unless I'm really mad and that is how I always type out that cuss word.

It is also in honnor the people we have lost to suicide. 💞 I've had some family friends, famous people I adore and just in general for people we've lost to it. 💞

It's still super weird I have one. I never thought I would be able to do it!! I'm so scared of pain, but this pain.. It hurt but not really.. My mom and I keep saying, it's the perfect pain that doesn't hurt like other pain. I so calm during it that my hand went cold from keeping it still.. 🙈🤣

I can't wait to get moreeeee!! 🤭🤭

Ok will post this with some tags and then reblog with tagging people and some more to write. 💞

#long ass post #what ive been up to #lil life update 💞#hii everyone!#ive missed youuu 🥺

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canirove · 2 years

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Meu Amor | Chapter 18

Author's note: These past days this story has been getting lots of notes, and I just wanted to say, thank you very much to everyone who is reading! 💜🥺 It is ending next week, but I'm already working on something new with Rúben that will hopefully turn into something I like 🤞🏻😁

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"And that's why I think she is the ideal choice to cover for me while I'm away" Taylor says, looking at me.

"Or because she is your bff" Hugo says under his breath.

"Hugo, do you want to say anything?" she asks him.

"No, nothing."

"I think I heard you speaking."

"I was just clearing my throat. I think I need some water."

"Yes, of course. But be careful. We don't want you choking" Taylor says with a wicked smile. "Why are you here, tho? This isn't your department."

"It isn't" our boss says. "But this meeting affects him. We are in need of a new assistant, and Marc is the best choice since he has already worked as one."

"But he is my assistant!" Hugo says.

"I know, Hugo" our boss replies. "But his talent was being wasted doing statistics with you. Being pitch side is the best decision, and he has already agreed to move."

"He has? And no one cares to tell me?"

"They are telling you now" Taylor says.

Hugo replies by giving her a murderous look, but she doesn't care. "So now what? Do I have to work without someone helping me?" he asks.

"We are already interviewing new people, people who especially work on your field. And you'll have the last word when it comes to pick who will assist you."

"Thank you. I guess" he says, visibly mad.

The meeting keeps going for a little bit, our boss explaining some other details. Once it ends and people start leaving the room, Hugo grabs me by the arm.

"One day your luck will be over and they'll see you for what you truly are. A so called journalist who has gotten where she is by kissing asses" he hisses.

"You are hurting me, Hugo. Let me go."

"You are not worth of your position, and the sooner you realize it and step aside so those who truly deserve it have a chance, the better. If you don't do it, I'll do it myself. And trust me, none of your friends will be able to help you."

"What the..." I say when he lets go of my arm.

"Everything ok?" Taylor asks, walking towards us.

"Peachy" Hugo says with a fake smile, leaving the room.

"What happened? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, don’t worry. But I think he just threatened to end my career."

"Let him try" Taylor says. "Now, let's go celebrate. I'm in the mood for chocolate cake."

"I think I could do with some cake too" I say, Hugo's threat still in my head.

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For Christmas we decide to have both our families together in Manchester. On Boxing Day there is a derby, and even though I am working, Rúben got tickets for everyone to attend the game. I’m just hoping that my dad and my brother won’t punch anyone if City wins.

“Feliz Nadal? That’s how you say Merry Christmas on Portuguese? Like the tennis player?” my dad asks me while we are on the train.

“Yes, dad. Like the tennis player” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Weird” he says, going back to his phone where he is translating different sentences to Portuguese and trying to learn them. And learn them wrong in this case.

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“Despite the language barrier, things have gone pretty well, don’t you think?” Rúben says on Christmas morning. We are sitting on the sofa, his arm around my shoulders, while everyone else finishes breakfast and opening their presents.

“They have” I say. “Everyone seems to be having fun and enjoying themselves. And your dad talked to me and even got me a present!”

“See? I told you he liked you” he says, kissing my cheek. “Feliz Natal, meu amor.”

“Merry Christmas, feio.”

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“Rúben…” I giggle.

“Shh, relax.”

“You are tickling me!”

“And if you don’t stop moving, I’ll end up hurting you instead of helping you.”

“This is all your fault, tho” I say, trying to think of anything but Rúben’s hands massaging my leg. “If you hadn’t insisted on working out together, I wouldn’t have hurt my hamstring.”

“It isn’t my fault. You weren’t paying attention.”

“Because you were distracting me. I’ve already told you, you are a walking thirst trap.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

When I’m about to complain again, my phone rings. It’s Charlie.

“It’s happening” he says.

“Wait, now?”

“Yes, now. We just arrived at the hospital.”

“Oh my god, Taylor is in labor!” I say to Rúben.

“Finally!” he says, his hands still on my leg.

“How long until my niece arrives?” I ask Charlie.

“We still have a few hours to go. But Taylor wanted me to call you to let you know, and also to tell you that don’t you dare driving all the way back to London at this time in the night. You can come tomorrow first thing in the morning, we’ll be ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. So enjoy the rest of the night. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ok. Tell Taylor that I love her and that she can do this.”

“I will.”

“And Charlie… Relax.”

“I’ll try” he says with a nervous laugh.

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"Can I come in?" I say, knocking on Taylor's door and slowly opening it.

"Of course" she says.

"Congratulations, Taylor" I say, giving her a hug.

"Thank you, love. Where is your boyfriend?"

"He went to pick something, he'll be back soon. Congratulations, Charlie" I say, moving to where he is holding the baby.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" he says.

"Very. May I hold her?"

"Of course. Little one, meet your auntie."

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"Oh, Rúben. You are a sight for sore eyes" Taylor says when he walks into the room.

"Hello to you too, Taylor. And congratulations" he says.

"Is that what I think it is?" she asks, pointing at the bag he is carrying.

"Yep. Your favorite cookies. Your friend over there said that food is the best present for a woman who just gave birth."

"Or that's what the people I follow on Instagram and who have had kids have said" I shrug.

"Well, they don't lie" Taylor says, picking the bag from Rúben's hands. "God, they smell so good."

"How is the little one?" he asks, moving to the crib.

"So far, an angel who just sleeps and eats. Let's hope she keeps it like that" Taylor says, her mouth already filled with a cookie.

"Did you finally choose a name?"

"Danielle."

"I like it. May I hold her?"

"I've been waiting for you to hold her since the day I found out I was pregnant. Let me get my phone to take some photos and videos."

"Hello, Danielle" Rúben says, slowly picking her up. Who knew someone with hands and arms so big could be so careful and delicate.

"Oh my God, that's the cutest thing ever" Taylor says.

Meanwhile, I'm just trying to process what I'm seeing and how it is making me feel. Especially when he starts whispering to her in Portuguese. Thank God I'm sitting next to Taylor on her bed, because if I didn't, I would be on the floor, lying on a puddle of my own drool.

"How are those ovaries doing?" Taylor says to my ear.

"They are gone" I say. "Completely gone."

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 26

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By late Wednesday, Mel had been in contact with Ms. Porter who said it should be fine, but she needed to clear it with the boss and would let her know once she got his ok. It wasn’t 30 minutes later when she followed up saying that Mr. Conrad gave the okay. They would just need to be escorted by Ms. Porter as well as security. They’d need to agree on when and listed a few options for weeknights and the upcoming weekend. If an alternate date/time was needed, they could see if they could comply.

Louisa,

I spoke with Ms. Porter. She checked with the owner and advised we could set up the after hours visit. She and security will need to be in attendance for liability purposes but will keep a respectable distance.

Here is a list of dates and times they provided (that also work with my schedule) but will work with us if needed.

Please let me know when you have a chance.

Regards,

Mel

Louisa read over the email, feeling relieved that they’d actually get to do this. With it being her only option, at least she’d get a head start on how it’d feel to be back in the environment. Her therapist could then help her with ways and ideas of how to cope with issues she may have once actually returning to work.

The next evening, she and her therapist met outside her office building. Louisa already felt the anxiety start just looking at the building. Mel could see it. “We don’t have to go inside if you’re not ready.”

She shook her head. This was something she had to do. She needed her job. “No, it’s ok,” she lied. They went inside and were greeted by Ms. Porter at the door. “Mr. Conrad wanted to join us, but I told him it would be better if it were just us ladies. He’s just a phone call away if you decide you’d like him to be here.” Louisa shook her head. This was already hard enough. Ms. Porter and the security guard escorted them inside. The further they got into the building, the more anxiety Lou felt.

Mel wanted to visit her desk as well as the restroom where she was taken. If things went okay, she wanted to visit that conference room. Louisa put on a brave face as they approached her desk. Sitting down in her chair, she felt mostly alright. After spending a few minutes there, Ms. Porter led them to the restroom Louisa exited when the incident occurred. Looking at the door itself made her anxious, but she shoved it down. They went into and back out of the restroom. Mel asked how she felt. “It’s just so surreal being here.” She was anxious, but she knew the next stop would be the worst.

As they approached the back conference room where Mr. Price had taken her, anxiety gripped her tight, slowing down as they reached the door. Memories started flashing through her mind, and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Mel reassured her. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Ms. Porter stepped forward. “Mr. Conrad is having this turned into a storage room. We’d talked about it before, but since the incident, he’s eager to get it done. We realized that I.T. would need a separate place to work, and the servers needed to be in a larger room. Shelving is being put up to store tech and such. The back of the room will have some long term storage so that it can be kept onsite.”

Louisa looked around the room. The table was gone, and she saw the shelves that were being built as well as a wrapped desk on its side. Servers were against the wall, and wires were hanging from the ceiling.

She felt the memory of her head being hit, the phantom pain in the back of her head. Her hand reached back to touch it, feeling the scare forming where she’d been hit and began feeling overwhelmed, her breathing becoming stunted. Mel and Ms. Porter led her back out and into a nearby chair.

“Place your head between your knees and take a deep breath.” Lou did as she instructed, and Mel rubbed her back. “It’s okay. He can’t hurt you.”

Ms. Porter tried to help reassure her. “Mr. Conrad has been working with our legal team to throw the book at him. He has no patience for people like Mr. Price, and frankly neither do I. If Mr. Conrad has his way (and I hope he does), Mr. Price will never see the light of day again.”

Louisa could barely hear them, focusing on her breathing. The security guard was kind enough to get her a glass of water when her therapist asked. Melanie handed it to her, telling her to take small sips. Once her breathing was under control, she slowly sat back up.

They talked for a bit. Her therapist was proud of how well she handled it, all things considered but could tell her client was hiding something. Rather than bring it up now, she opted to wait until their next session. Security locked up behind them, and Louisa got into her car.

When she got home, Cora was waiting, knowing this was going to be hard on her. When she came through the front door, she was obviously shaken. Cora led her to the sofa to sit before she passed out. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”

Louisa took a few breaths before responding. “It went a little better than I thought. I was relatively okay until we reached that conference room.” Tears started falling before she was aware of it. Cora gently placed her arms around her friend, giving her a comforting hug. “It’s ok, Lou. I promise.”

They had a low-key night, ordering pizza and watching tv, eventually falling asleep on the couch.

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Ok...look.

We like to think of dream as somebody who is aloof and confident but... Well. Sorta like capitain holt ... And that leads me to this shit post

Do you remember that b99 episode when Holt got ENGAGED™ with cwazy cupcakes (candy crush)? Well I bring you this.

In one of his visits (weekly not centennial mind u) hob was ranting about an student playing candy crush in his class.

When dream ask about it, hob just... Innocent as an angel shows him since he has it in his phone and Dream just loses it.

He acts so aloof and cool but two week after there is Matthew frantically searching for hob bc dream HASN'T STOPPED since he went to the dreaming.

He's right now in level 4000 and every time he lost his five lives he goes to whatever dream when someone is using a phone and made them send him lives.

There is also a conspiracy theory on internet about how playing the game is an instrument of the government and such but that's another thing.

The thing is now that Dream is obsessed and there's a lot of nightmares and dreams related to the game. Hob is amused/concerned.

Cue to death... Also playing in between work...

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Hob has this as his ringtone since he had the chance to personalize ringtones.

Matthew listens to it once (one time) and yearns for a cellphone.

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Hob: *experiences a minimum inconvenience*

Dream: *to Despair and Desire* keep fucking around and you will find out.

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Hob: *grading papers*

Dream:

Hob: *looks at Dream*

Dream: *blinks slowly*

Hob: I love you too, darling.

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Jonathan: *lives the most horrific and traumatic experience known to humankind and manages to escape with barely his life*

Also Jonathan: Sister Agatha, please write my boss that I was a good boy™ and my job was done, but I'm a tiny bit tired so I will rest here for a while (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

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Anemone

The first time I ever really checked out the Brian Jonestown Massacre goes back to the first time I played Outer Limits in 2019. I had only known Brendan for a few months at that point. But he offered to put a tape out for us on his label Remove Records. We were playin’ with the Pontiac Stags. With all five members. And they did a cover of “Anemone.” I was on acid that night. We played a horrible set. But that cover really reverberated through me. So in a roundabout way, Brendan’s the one that got me into this mess in the first place.

Fast forward another month. It’s my twenty-first birthday. I’m on molly in my kitchen makin’ pizza rolls. I got a band playin’ upstairs. And the house is full of a buncha faces that would soon become recognizable to me in the drunken blur of shows to come. “I pulled up behind a car with a Brian Jonestown Massacre bumper sticker and knew I must be in the right place.” This guy says to me as he fills a bottle of water. Hit a joint. I’ve never met him before. But he’s supposed to do an acoustic set in my back room under the name Kid Infinity. After his set he asked if it would be ok if he set his projector up for the other bands to use durin’ their sets.

Fast forward a few years. Just a few months ago. Second annual Freaksgivin’ is just gettin’ started at Bowlero. 208 is playin’ near the end of the night. And I’m coked out. Makeup runnin’ down my face from sweat. And frustration at my inability to figure out how to get a fuckin’ DVD player to work. Forgetting the crucial first step. Turn it off then back on. So I pull up Dig! on the laptop and play that through the bowling alley instead of Gimme Gimme Octopus. “You know they just showed a full cock on the screen right?” Gabe asks me as he DJs and I speed off to do a bump and help get the first band set. The goal was to find somethin’ family friendly at the beginning of the night. But the only movie I could think of that was free on YouTube was the BJM doc.

You can see how the Brian Jonestown Massacre became a bit of a motif in my life. Appearing as an omen for something beautiful about to begin. A sign that I’m at the rest place. And I don’t think anyone idolized Anton the way they did Iggy. Well… Maybe Joey. Everyone has at least one time they remember him putting on Dig! in their presence. So it made it all very surreal when I checked my phone as my acid was kickin’ in today to a message from Kyle. “We’re opening for BJM tonight.”

The benefit of workin’ for ultra neo-lib bosses is that they will do whatever the fuck you ask if they think it will help their image. So I had already gotten some free tickets to BJM. “Whatch you’re sayin’ is 208 is just the little cherry on top of your trip tonight?” Will raises his eyebrows at me as we stand outside smokin’ cigs after their set. Yes. That’s the best way to put it bud. 208 is the rotten cherry bomb. Caked in fuzz and drenched in blood and spit. With a short fuse to send your fractured teeth rattlin’ in your fuckin’ skull as you bite down on the crunch of guitar and drums.

“That’s a huge jump.” Josh, the bartender I know at the Majestic, says to me as he turns down a shot. Gotta keep it professional behind the bar when you’re workin’ the Theater apparently. “I thought it was a typo when I got in and saw the set times. They’re an above the lanes band. Not an opener for a show like this.”

It is a huge jump. I look out my bedroom window to the front lawn I plan on doin’ house shows on this summer. Again. Another mess of sludge and dirt that I got rooted into once I met Brendan. As I smoke a cig. Thinkin’ this is some crazy delusion caused by the D in LSD. I can see the spot Kyle first gave me a 208 tape durin’ a show at my house a couple years ago when him and Shelby moved here. They didn’t say much to me then. Shit. We still don’t even say much to each other now. It’s always hard to have a conversation over the feedback. The drugs. And the general lack of social skills we all have that probably brought us together in the first place. They just thought I might like their band. They heard about me through some clout chaser whose name won’t even tarnish this fuckin’ beautiful moment.

Now if you were one of the boomer acid casualties in the audience for BJM and saw Kyle doubled over. Spittin’. Screamin’. And bleedin’. With the mic held between his teeth. Shelby behind a pair of sunglasses. Still behind the kit. But beatin’ the shit outta the toms. Every bit of chaos distinguishable through a PA of this quality. If that was your first impression of 208. You might think the two are unapproachable and terrifyingly cool. And that last part is still true. But they are the two most genuine people you could meet. Quiet. Tame. They aren’t there for the party. They aren’t there to get in with Hala or the false prophet of garage Jack White. They aren’t even lookin’ for a good anecdote to tell their grandkids when they catch ‘em smokin’ grass. They are there for the same reason any of us have been there. Cause that shit makes our tinnitus sound siiiiccckk!!! Clippin’ just right. They’re just tryin’ to vibe like the rest of us. They both are there because they simply enjoy the music. It just so happens we’ve all become friends along the way.

“Do you ever think of looking into doing something else in the music business?” My mom asks me that afternoon. I’m not on acid yet. 208 doesn’t even know they’re openin’ for BJM at this point. I was just tellin’ my mom about this movie I watched last night. 24 Hour Party People. The story behind Factory Records and Tony Wilson. I started tryin’ to summarize it. But just watch the movie. It’s good. All you need to know is Factory Records never really existed. It was just some words Tony Wilson put on a sleeve so Joy Division could have full creative control of their music. None of this is about makin’ money. Or bein’ immortalized in underground, subculture Reddit threads. It’s about feelin’ the sound guy turn the subs up after Anton bitches at him that there doesn’t need to be that much low end. Even if it does sound sick.

Even if it does trigger Sean as a sound tech. That chaos. That noise. That feedback, delay, fuzz, reverb. Six twelve string guitars. The pretension and desire to be seen and heard. That audible mess is what makes the constant noise in our brain feel it belongs.

My mom has only smoked weed once in her life. She took one hit and didn’t like it cause it hurt her throat. But she loves watchin’ and readin’ about Warhol and the Factory. About the Beats. These little cliques of artists that have sprung up time and time again. I tell her stories of house parties or what happens when an after hours gets raided. I tell her Dee is workin’ on an interview with Half Japanese for our blog that nobody ever remembers to promote their writing on. And it’s always “you guys need your own little thing like the beatniks…” And she doesn’t get it. We don’t need to be immortalized. We live our own urban legends in real time. The shenanigans of doin’ whip-its and makin’ pancakes at three in the morning means just as much as if nobody else ever knew about it. It wasn’t just Kerouac and Ginsberg ya know? And it wasn’t just Warhol? There were vast networks of artists feeding into each other. Through space and time and the whole damn continuum. It’s all the same sound wave. Just ran through a few different pedals. It’s all the same energy. Kerouac is Warhol is BJM is 208.

It’s not just one party. It’s not just one gig. It’s constant. The old heads are talkin’ with the up and comin’ scenesters. Everyone’s there. All the faces radiate in familiarity in the red lights of the Theater. Spot a Stool. A Toehead. I’ve missed things like this. A guy collapses face first from a combination of body heat. Probably a psychedelic of some sort. And the raw sounds of 208. These sounds. These sights. These vibes. This community of people that aren’t afraid to admit they have no idea what the fuck is happenin’ anymore. I’ve missed it. Goddamn! I picked the wrong month to finally get off blow. Although… A lawyer once told me if you drive on psychs just deny. They can’t test ya for it. Addiction is nothin’ more than a habit we form to cope with the burden of bein’ human. But sometimes the habit we turn into an addiction can be a healthy coping mechanism. Like sacrificing your hearing in the name of tone. Or beatin’ the shit outta each other and lobbin’ beer cans at someone’s skull. These addictions form bonds. These bonds form community. And I’ve been too busy turnin’ other habits into addictions. Somethin’ as visceral as 208 can’t help but make you think. All that bottled up, raw emotion from the humble duo released into raw sound. You can’t even call this shit noise rock anymore. It’s just sound.

Em steps back inside after Kyle spends at least four minutes tearin’ strings from his guitar. Every bit of noise distinguishable. Speakers clippin’ just right. White noise for the deranged. Head welted from him bangin’ the wood against his skull. They said last time we played Outer Limits they know good psych when it feels like they’re gonna have a panic attack. And I know some of the punk purists don’t wanna say noise is psych cause they don’t like hippies or Deadheads. The guy that talks the most shit about the Dead just had to play an hour set. And mostly jammed feedback. At least Jerry played fuckin’ notes man.

Regardless. Sean says good psych gives the panic attacks a feelin’ of purpose. Now there’s somethin’ at least to attribute to the general anxiety. “What was the name of that band?” An older woman behind us asks.

“208.”

“Ok. I need to know so I know never to see them again.”

“I’ll tell Kyle and Shelby you said that.” Don’t worry ma’am. They’ll take it as a compliment.

I went to see Melvins and Ministry a few days ago with Sarah. And she described the experience as spiritual. Well… That doesn’t nearly compare to the spiritual experience I have everytime I see 208. Spiritual in the way Kyle supposedly sold his soul to the devil. It feels like my soul just nutted. Or maybe that was me puking. I don’t know. I drank that PBR too fast. And I don’t know how Joey got from the stage to the crowd to start a pit so fast. All I know. I fuckin’ needed 208 in my life. It never gets borin’ tryin’ to come up with new and exciting ways to describe the noise. The midwest, construction bumble of Shelby’s drums. And the staggering mess of Kyle emerging from a swamp of sound in his Remove Records t-shirt as he throws his guitar in the air and the mic crunches against the floor as it falls from his teeth. Glob of drool hangin’ from his lip. I imagine that was how he was walkin’ on the shitty scaffolding when he got vertigo readin’ the text “do you wanna open for BJM tonight?”

I could sit here and describe how mesmerizing Kyle moves on stage. I could tell you how my head spirals following Shelby’s sticks. Describe how mind blowing it was to hear them fill a room that size with so much dissonance. I could tell you how sore my neck is. Or make jokes about all the BJM fans that couldn’t understand seein’ genius before their very eyes. But you really just have to be there. Be here now in the moment to truly understand the ritual of 208. I let the euphoria of that surreal, beautiful experience exist on its own. I didn’t buy any blow. And it’s a lot harder to write comin’ down from acid without it than I thought. I’m addicted to these people and the way they kill the dreadfully mundane. I enjoy the moment with the community I feel at home in. The place where the mess of noise in my head feels it belongs. BJM has always been a sign I’m in the right place. If you wanna see the set you’ll have to see Kid Infinity’s footage eventually. He was on stage filmin’ the whole thing. All I’ll tell you. It was fuckin’ sick. Watchin’ them figure out how to fill an hour set. I don’t think they’ve ever played longer than twenty minutes. And the two of them deserve every fuckin’ second of that hour. Even Shelby cracks a triumphant smile on stage. The two radiate on stage. Open in full vulnerable expression like an anemone. Reminding us all just to relax and enjoy the beautifully surreal chaos this life spirals us through.

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 108: Help Me

The Phantom Thieves returned to Leblanc. Sojiro was expecting it this time. “So, how’d it go?” he asked.

“Well, we accomplished a lot,” Ren stated, “but…” She explained what they found in the palace.

Sojiro was shocked. “...I see. That’s…quite a lot.”

“You’re telling us,” Ryuji moaned.

“So, are you going to try and change her heart tomorrow?” Sojiro asked.

“Well…” Ren replied.

“We’d like to,” Makoto said. “But we might not have the time.”

“How come?” Sojiro said.

“Well, she needs to see the card before we can do anything,” Sumire answered. “And I’m not sure we can get the card to her early enough to get her to see it before the evening tomorrow.”

“Well, if we go tonight,” Yusuke said. “But that also has its risks too.”

“Plus, I think we’re pretty exhausted,” Jose added.

Sojiro thought about it. “I’ll take you tonight.”

“Really?” Ann wondered.

Sojiro nodded. “Of course. I mean, I helped out last time, didn’t I?”

“True…” Yusuke said.

“You’re willing to do it again?” Makoto inquired.

“Well, I know what you guys are about,” Sojiro said. “I trust you.”

Ren smiled. “Thanks Sojiro.”

“I should say,” Sojiro began, “the condition for me doing this is to have someone keep an eye on Futaba until I get back.”

“I’ll do it,” Ren said. “I mean, I have the shortest distance to go between your place and mine.”

“Fair enough,” Sojiro said. “So, who should I take?”

“Oh, me!” Ryuji said, excitedly. “I mean, I live close by to her anyway.”

“You’ll just mess it up,” Morgana said. “I’m coming too.”

“What was that?” Ryuji snarled.

“Erm, what’s going on?” Sojiro asked.

Sumire chuckled. “Morgana wants to come too.”

“Also, he and Ryuji are prone to butting heads,” Ren added.

“Well… I suppose that’s alright,” Sojiro said. “But try to keep it civil. I don’t want you two arguing to jeopardize the mission.”

“Yes Boss,” Ryuji and Morgana said at the same time, which got a giggle out of some of the other thieves.

“Well, we should write the calling card,” Makoto said.

“While you’re doing that, I’ll whip you up something to eat,” Sojiro said.

“Thanks Boss,” they all said. They realized this and had another giggle.

The thieves sat down. Ren handed Ryuji some paper. “Here you go.”

“Sweet!” Ryuji cheered.

“So, who’s going to edit it this time?” Yusuke wondered.

Ryuji pouted. “You know, she doesn’t know us,” he said. “Maybe my draft will be OK this time?”

“I’ve seen your draft work,” Yusuke said. “And it leaves a lot to be desired.”

“HEY!” Ryuji squabbled.

“Relax,” Ren said. “It’s important. You’re the smoke screen that gives The Phantom Thieves the opportunity to stay in the shadows.”

Ryuji grinned. “Wellll, when you put it that way…” He started writing away.

“I’ll do it,” Sumire said, taking the others by surprise.

“Are you sure?” Ren wondered.

Sumire nodded. “I’m familiar with how Tamako feels. So I should be able to communicate with her in a way that gets her, you know.”

Ren nodded. “I agree.”

“Aaaaaaand done,” Ryuji said. “Here you go, Sumire.”

Sumire looked over Ryuji’s handy work and said “Good job, Ryuji-senpai. I do need to change it a bit, but I can work with this easily.”

Yusuke and Makoto were confused. “I guess it’s because she’s a first year?” Makoto posited.

“Perhaps,” Yusuke tacitly agreed.

“Well, maybe I’m just getting better,” Ryuji said.

“I’ll take those odds,” Ren said. “If you manage to write a calling card that doesn’t need editing, I’ll delete those pictures from my phone.”

“For real?” Ryuji asked. “You’re on!” They shook hands.

“What pictures?” Sojiro said, arriving with their food.

“Well, it’s a funny story,” Ren said.

“And Boss doesn’t need to hear it!” Ryuji interrupted.

Ren chuckled. She whispered “I’ll tell you later.” Ryuji groaned.

Sumire finished rewriting the calling card, and the thieves ate dinner. Once they were done, they assembled the card in full. After that had been completed, they started filing out. “See you tomorrow!” Ann said.

“Delicious as always, Boss,” Yusuke said.

“It was fantastic,” Jose said.

“Thanks again,” Makoto said.

“It’s always a pleasure,” Sumire said.

“Take care,” Sojiro said. He turned to Ryuji and Morgana. “You ready?” They both nodded. Sojiro turned to Ren. “Are you ready?” Ren nodded as well. “Alright then, let’s go over to my place.” The four walked to Sojiro’s house. Ren went inside to look after Futaba, while Sojiro, Ryuji, and Morgana got into his car to drive off.

Ren entered Futaba’s room, and sat down. Futaba was sleeping, but at this hour it made sense. She seemed to be breathing normally. Ren smiled. “We made a new friend recently. Her name is Lena, and I think you’d like her. She might join the Phantom Thieves, but she might not.

See, we’re currently trying to save her mother. She’s going through something similar to you. But anyway, Lena will probably join us, but if she wanted to stop after this, I’d understand.” She giggled. “I know I’ve gotta be more confident, but I still get scared too.” She observed Futaba’s sleeping state again. “I’ll say this: I believe you’ll recover. In fact, I know it.”

Meanwhile, Sojiro pulled up close to the Minamoto residence without getting too close. The three men got out. “Um, what are you doin’?” Ryuji asked.

“I’m gonna pick up something at the store,” Sojiro said. “Just to give myself another reason to be out here late at night.”

“Alright then,” Ryuji said. Sojiro walked off. Ryuji and Morgana headed down to slip the calling card into the mail slot. “Man, Boss sure is one smooth operator,” Ryuji said, trying to make conversation with Morgana.

“True,” Morgana siad. “I bet you could learn a thing or two from him.”

Ryuji wasn’t amused. “So could you.”

“Hey, I’m a perfect gentleman,” Morgana countered.

“Yeahhhhhh,” Ryuji said, trying to keep a cool head in order to not jeopardize the mission. “Listen, real ‘perfect gentlemen’ don’t go around calling themselves ‘perfect gentlemen’.”

“How do you know what gentlemen do?” Morgana asked.

“Well,” Ryuji said, “I’ve known a good amount of dirtbags in my life, and all of them like to think they’re the best.”

“I see,” Morgana said, understanding Ryuji’s thought process. After a few seconds, he said “Sorry.”

Ryuji was surprised. “Eh, it’s fine. I mean, I know you ain’t hurtin’ anybody or nothin’.” Morgana smiled. “Here we are.” They were right beside it. “You have night vision, right? You see anything?”

Morgana groaned. “Cats don’t have night vision, they can just see in the dark better.”

“How’s that different?” Ryuji wondered.

Morgana was still pouting, but couldn’t think of an answer. Instead, he opted to answer the first question. “I don’t see anything. You’re good to go.”

“OK then.” Ryuji said. He snuck up to the door, and discreetly slipped the card into the mail slot. He returned. “And done.”

Morgana nodded. “Alright, now let’s head out.” They started walking back. On their way, Morgana reminded Ryuji “Hey. Shouldn’t you message Lena?”

“Oh, right. Thanks,” Ryuji said. He got out his phone.

Ryuji: Yo, the calling card just got dropped off.

Lena: Thanks. She just turned in for the night, so she’ll probably see it first thing in the morning.

Ryuji: Cool.

Ryuji: See you tomorrow then.

Lena: See ya!

Ryuji put his phone away

Once they got back, Sojiro was waiting for them outside the car. “So, you want me to drop you off?”

Ryuji pondered it for a second. “Nah, I’ll just take a page out of your book and get something at the convenience store.”

Sojiro smirked. “I see. Well then, let’s head back Morgana.” He opened the passenger’s side door, and Morgana hopped in. Sojiro got in, and then drove off. Ryuji waved goodbye and started walking home, once the car was out of sight.

The next day, Tamako noticed the calling card with the rest of her mail. “What’s this?” Lena peered over, keeping a safe distance. Tamako read the message. “Madame Tamako Minamoto, the misanthropic sinner of sorrow. Your desire to maintain your order is growing out of hand. You are reacting rashly, and taking out your anger on those who do not deserve it. In order to balance this, we hereby declare that we are stealing your desires. From, The Phantom Thieves.”

Tamako was fuming. “MY DESIRES?!” she shouted. “What about those greedy pigs that wish to take the orphanage?! Why not steal THEIR desires?! I’M the one who’s RIGHT!”

The world turned black. Shadow Tamako appeared. She looked icy cold. “So, they want to steal this? Well, I won’t let them.”

It flashed back to reality, where Tamako went to the kitchen in a huff. Meanwhile, Lena got out her phone.

Lena: She got the card.

Ren: OK, we’re on our way.

A little while later, the thieves showed up, and they entered the palace. “Well, the route to get to the treasure is easier this time…” Yusuke pointed out.

“But I doubt Tamako’s going to take this lying down,” Ann pointed out.

“Well, we aren’t either!” Ryuji cheered.

“Skull’s right,” Morgana said. “We have to try!”

“Right,” Lena said. “For mom.”

“Let’s go in!” Ren said, the thieves nodded. They rushed into the mausoleum and then down the stairs.

At the bottom, Tamako was standing in the light. In her hand was a large diamond that she was tossing up and down. “So, you’re The Phantom Thieves,” she said.

Ren, as the leader, stepped forward. “That’s right.”

Tamako stopped tossing the diamond. “I suppose you want this? Well tough. I’m not gonna let you just take it. Do you think you can just do whatever the Hell you want, with no repercussions? BAH! Don’t be so naive.”

“Now just calm down,” Makto instructed.

“‘Calm down’?!” Tamako repeated. “How can I remain calm when you threatened me?!”

“I guess that's fair,” Jose said.

“I know it’s difficult,” Sumire interjected. “But we understand how you feel.”

“NO YOU DON’T!” Tamako objected. “You don’t know a DAMN thing! I’ve given everything, and that STILL isn’t enough for this cruel world! It just keeps taking more and more and more! Well, if it wants more, it’s going to have to fight for it, because I am DONE letting it take everything I love away from me! I’m not letting you take this, I’m not letting those sharks take the orphanage, and I am NOT letting the world take Lena either!” Lena gasped. Tamako put the diamond in one of her pockets. She undid her trench coat to reveal a black turtleneck and black pants combo, and also a pair of swords which she drew. “I’d like to see you TRY and take this from me!”

“Here we go!” Morgana said. The thieves battle Tamako. Tamako was formidable for sure, but the thieves outnumbered and overwhelmed her

“GAH!” Tamako screamed as she lost her strength and dropped her swords.

“That…was a little too easy, wasn’t it?” Ryuji said.

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth Skull,” Ann said.

“Still, we should be cautious,” Yusuke noted.

Ren carefully approached Tamako. “The treasure, if you would?”

Tamako was breathing heavily. “I…I lost?...No…I’m supposed to protect this place…”

“I sense something…” Jose said.

“Perhaps Skull was right…” Morgana worried.

Tamako went on. “If I’m not here to protect it…then why?...Why am I here?...”

The mausoleum started to shake. “Wha…what’s happening?” Makoto worried.

“I’m not sure,” Sumire said. “But I don’t like it.”

“Everyone, be vigilant!” Ren commanded.

Lena saw something. “LOOK!” she pointed behind Tamako. A coffin appeared from the ground vertically. Once it fully emerged, it sat there for a bit. Tamako looked at it, unsure of what it meant.

Suddenly, the coffin opened up, and three spirits flew up. Tamako tried to run, but the spirits caught her. Mr. Smiles was biting her right arm. Daiki was giving her an over the shoulder hug. Ariko was grabbing onto her right arm. “Come with us,” Ariko said in a sweet voice.

“Yes dear, join us,” Daiki said. “You and I can be together forever.”

“Ruff!” barked Mr. Smiles.

Tamako looked scared and started crying. “Mom…” Lena said.

“Holy shit!” Ryuji said.

“So now that she’s not guarding this place, she thinks she’s going to die?!” Makoto surmised.

“Even when Eris isn't manipulating anyone, someone is out to kill the palace ruer,” Yusuke lamented.

“Luckily, we’re experts in protecting them,” Ren said.

“So, you’re suggesting we fight off the ghosts?” Ann asked.

“Basically,” Ren said.

“I’m down,” Ryuji said. “Let’s bust some ghosts!”

Lena smiled. She turned to Tamako, naginata drawn, and said “Don’t worry mom. We’ll save you!” The thieves began taking on the ghosts. It was a little tricky at first, since ghosts were a bit unusual of an enemy to say the least. All the while, the ghosts were trying to drag Tamako to the coffin to seal her inside.

While Tamako was resisting, the thieves figured out how to deal with the ghosts. Pretty soon, they started to fall. “Woof!” Mr. Smiles said, letting go of Tamako’s arm, and flying back into the coffin.

“Oof!” Daiki said, letting go of Tamako and flying to the coffin as well.

“Eek!” Ariko said as she too let go, and flew to the coffin. Once all three ghosts were back in the coffin, the coffin closed. It started to shake, and then it shattered.

Tamako fell to her knees. She started crying softly. The thieves were concerned, but unsure of what to do. “I’ve got this,” Lena said. She approached Tamako. “Mom…”

Tamako looked up. “Lena?”

Lena nodded. “How are you feeling?” Tamako looked down. “It’s OK if you feel sad.” Tamako looked back up. “We all feel sad from time to time. It’s part of what makes us human. Another thing that makes us human is the ability to help others.

I know your orphanage means a lot to you. I know you want to help others. I mean, you took me in. That has to mean something, right? But right now, you need help. Well I’m there for you. I will be your light if you let me.” She offered her hand.

Tamako was impressed by Lena’s fortitude. “Lena…” She took Lena’s hand and Lean helped her up. Tamako hugged her. “Lena, I’m so sorry!”

Lena hugged back. “It’s OK.”

“I was so lost,” Tamako said. “I thought I was doing what’s best for you. But I was blinded by my own darkness. I couldn’t see anything else. Could you ever forgive me?”

Lena smiled. “Of course.”

The two kept hugging for a bit. Once they let go, Tamako pulled the diamond out of her pocket. “Here,” she said. “Take it. I’m sure you can use your light to make this shine brighter than this darkness.”

Lena was surprised. She took the diamond. “Very well then.”

Tamako smiled. “I’ll see you on the other side.” She faded away.

Lena walked back to the rest of the group. “Not bad,” Ryuji said.

“Cupid, that was great!” Sumire cheered.

Lena chuckled. “Thanks.”

Ren glaced around. “Let’s save it for when we get out of here.”

“Huh?” Lean said. The palace started rumbling. “Is something else opening up?”

“No, the palace is crumbling!” Morgana said. “We need to leave now.”

“Wha?!” Lena said.

“Let’s go!” Ann said, taking Lena by the hand and dragging her. The others rushed out. Once Lena was running on her own accord, Ann let go.

They managed to escape back to the real world. The thieves were out of breath. “Well…at least the palace was small this time…” Jose said, trying to look on the bright side.

“Does that happen every time?” Lena asked.

“Yeah,” Ren said, composing herself.

“Once a treasure is stolen, the palace disappears,” Morgana explained.

“So, what happens now?” Lna asked.

“We just wait until the palace ruler has recovered to see if the change worked,” Makoto said.

“And from the conversation you two had, I think it did,” Ryuji said.

“Still, it might be a bit before it’ll go into effect,” Yusuke said.

“Maybe not,” Sumire disagreed. “I mean, it was a smaller palace. Maybe it’ll take less time.”

“You may be right,” Morgana said.

Ren turned to Lena. “Can you watch over her? Try to help her, and tell us when the change has taken place.”

“Of course,” Lena answered.

“Say, what’s in your hand?” Ann asked.

Lena hadn’t quite noticed it until now. She looked at what was in her hand. “Huh. It looks like a picture of her and Daiki on the day the orphanage opened.”

“I see,” Ann said.

“But, why do I have it?” Lena asked.

“That’s Tamako’s treasure,” Sumire said.

“It changes based on whether it’s in the metaverse or not,” Ren said. “So the diamond in there represented that picture.”

“I see,” Lena said. She looked at it again. “It is a nice picture. Can I keep it?”

“She did say you can have it, didn’t she?” Ren asked.

Lena smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”

We should head out,” Makoto said. “Are you gonna be OK?” Lena nodded.

“Alright then,” Ren said. “We’ll see you later.”

“Bye!” Lena said. The others went back home. Lena looked at the picture once more and went inside.

Once she got in, she saw that Tamako was on the couch under a blanket. “Ughhhhhh,” she moaned.

Lena walked up to her. “Are you feeling OK?”

Tamako looked up. “I just need to rest…”

“Do you want some water?” Lena asked.

“Sure,” Tamako said. Lena went to get some water. She returned, placing it on the nearby table, and moving it closer to the couch. “Thanks.”

Lena nodded. “Of course.”

“Hey,” Tamako said. “Come here.” Lena leaned in. Tamako placed her hand on Lena’s head. “You’re a good kid.”

Lena was surprised. She smiled and said. “Thank you.”

“Ugh,” Tamako groaned. She went back under the blanket.

Lena chuckled. “I’ll come check on you later, OK?” Tamako groaned approvingly. Lena headed back to her room smiling.

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hi laura!!! could we get some single-dad max phillips please and thank you? 👉👈

!! Ok. You wrote the book on single dad max p and I love the AU with my whole heart. Max from the movie? We barely know him. This is just soft, domestic, fluffity fluff fluff fluff. You work with Max P, and he is technically your boss. No power dynamic things, though.

Shelter

WC: 1.7k

Pairing: Max Phillips x reader

Warnings: Maybe one curse word? FLUFF. Domesticity overload.

Another day, just like the rest, under the fluorescent lights in your little cubicle. You don’t mind the job most of the time, but the days tended to bleed together.

You are on the phone with Linda in accounting, trying desperately not to lose your patience when you see a little face peek around the corner of your wall. You smile at the little girl with a curious tilt of your head.

“Okay, I’ll have those figures to you this afternoon,” you promise before hanging up the phone. Swiveling around, you fully look at the large brown eyes that are staring back at you.

“Hi, sweetie. What’s your name?”

“Lizzie,” she declares with confidence as she fully steps into your workspace.

You introduce yourself and she holds out her hand to shake. “Daddy said you were nice.”

“Who is your Daddy, hm?” you ask, trying to suppress a laugh.

Your long-time boss, Max, comes walking around the corner and spies the two of you. With a look of relief, he says, “Susana, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Are you bothering people?” He looks at you apologetically. Max had been here for almost a year and although several people in your office didn’t care for him because he didn’t tolerate their excuses, you got along with him great.

“Not at all,” you assure him. You look to the girl who is fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “But I thought you said your name was Lizzie?”

“Lisbeth Susana Phillips, four years old!” she says proudly. “Only Daddy calls me Susana sometimes when I’m in trouble.”

You smile up at him. You know Max is stressed about the big presentation to the investors this afternoon, evidenced by his furrowed brow. “Ah, I see. Well, Miss Lizzie, if it’s ok with your dad I could really use some help with my paperwork here. Maybe for the rest of the day?”

A look of absolute relief paints itself on Max’s face and he nods emphatically before turning to his daughter. “Are you ok with that, Lis? Just for a little while?” Lizzie nods and comes over to sit on your lap, not a tentative bone in her body.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with Lizzie “helping” you prepare the figures you promised Linda. This really means that she sits with you and draws dozens of “documents” that she insists will help her dad with his work. You find yourself laughing at her precocious nature and letting her babble on and on about everything under the sun.

Max rushes to your cubicle as soon as the presentation is over, swooping his little girl up in a hug when she makes grabby hands at him from your lap. “Did it go good, Daddy?” she asked.

“So good, baby. Thanks for being so well-behaved, I hope?” He looks at you for confirmation.

You smile broadly. “She was such a help, Max. Also, I am so glad to have met the artist whose work covers every surface in your office,” you joke. The number of scribblings in his office has grown exponentially in the past few months, each one framed with pride.

“Thank you for watching her. Say thank you, Lis.”

“Thank you!”

“Bye Lizzie,” you wave. They leave your little cubicle, and you miss her already.

Not your typical day, as it turns out.

You look forward to those times when Lizzie comes marching into your cubicle, sometimes once a week, and immediately crawls up into your lap no matter what you are doing. She snuggles in against you, asking for the art supplies that you now keep permanently on your desk for her. While she draws, you try and get something done but most of your time together is just enjoying her energy. Max doesn’t even bother worrying about her, he always knows where Lisbeth is going when she takes off from his office.

Max comes to your cubicle with a cup of coffee for you, a new habit he has developed over the past few weeks. He seems to know when you’re having a particularly bad day, and you are having a truly awful morning right now.

“Oh god, thank you Max. You’re a lifesaver,” you say as you take the hot mug from his hand. “I’m about to lose it on Marco, he totally screwed the supply order this month.” You grimace as the hot coffee burns your tongue but notice that it’s got just the right amount of cream in it. Just like you like it.

“Do you want me to kill him for you?” Max says…jokingly?

You shake your head. That would only be more paperwork for you both. “How’s Lizzie doing? Is she here today?”

“She would already be in here annoying you if she was. She’s back with the sitter. Their availability keeps changing, so sometimes I have to bring her in with me. She’s taken a real liking to you,” Max says fondly.

You tap your fingers on the mug as you smile. You’ve come to love the little girl with the wild curls and inquisitive brown eyes, confident just like her father and equally as endearing. Just then, Max’s cell phone rings and he steps outside of your desk area to answer. You go back to your work, still overhearing the exasperated tone of Max’s voice. After a few minutes, he comes back in and leans against the desk. Frustration is flowing off him, and he huffs as he says, “Well, the sitter just said they can’t stay tonight. I have reservations to host our new clients for dinner, and I don’t know what to do with Lisbeth. Shit.”

Immediately, you offer to come to take care of her for the night. Max looks at you with wide eyes.

“Really? You would do that?” He marvels at you.

“Of course,” you reply.

That’s how you find yourself knocking at Max’s door after quickly running home to change into leggings and a t-shirt with a comfy cardigan, new art supplies tucked under your arm. Max lets you in with a thousand-watt smile, still in his perfectly pressed suit. Lizzie is beside herself with excitement, hardly pausing to say goodbye to her father as she drags you to her room so she can introduce you to every stuffed animal she has.

Max fights the very strong urge to find an excuse to stay as he closes the door behind him.

Hours later, Max quietly slips through the front door and looks around at the sight before him. Walking through the dimmed hallway, he sees the kitchen come into view. Wrapped up neatly on the counter are messily decorated cupcakes, along with some folded laundry that he definitely left in a heap before he went to dinner. Turning into the living room, he sees a blanket fort set up with a string of soft lights inside.

His eyes make their way over to your sleeping form on the couch, feeling butterflies in his stomach for what isn’t the first time with you. He moves quietly over to you to pull the blanket up over your curled body but freezes when you open your eyes groggily.

You smile for a moment, soft and drenched in sleep, before realizing where you are and practically jumping up off the couch. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Max. Lizzie fell asleep, and I meant to come put away the blanket fort and I don’t know what happened!” Your words rush out quickly, matching the pounding of your heart.

Max puts his hands on your shoulders to steady you and shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong. How was she for you? Everything go ok?” He left his hands on your shoulders, giving them a little squeeze.

You relax at his touch. “She’s great, Max. She’s so smart, and gentle, and brave. She is such a sweetie. I just love her.”

You sense your own butterflies deep in your belly, having never been this close to Max in such an intimate way. You’re always together at work, a chasm of professionalism separating you. But this feels so, so different.

Just as Max opens his mouth to say something, a booming clap of thunder makes you both jump. It continues on, loud and low, shaking the walls. Almost immediately, you hear:

“Daddyyyy!”

In an instant, Max is gone. He comes out cradling his baby girl in his arms as she cries. “Shh, shh. It’s just a storm, baby. It’ll be over soon.”

You reach out to push the hair from her eyes soothingly, and she turns to look at you, still pressed against her father’s chest. “It’s ok, Lizzie. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

Lisbeth hiccups as her tears slowly subside, and you realize that you’re pressed to Max’s side. You start to move away, but Max reaches out and softly grasps your elbow.

“Lis, do you want to sleep in the blanket fort until the storm is over? We’ll stay with you.” He looks to you with hope in his eyes, and you nod. Swiftly arranging the blankets, the three of you crawl into the little cave that glows with golden light. Lizzie is curled up on her dad, and you lie right beside them both. The space is small, and you worry that you’re crowding him, but he just lifts his arm and lets you curl into him as well.

The storm rages outside, but Lizzie quickly goes back to sleep. Her little face rests against Max’s chest, close to where yours is tucked against him. You smile at how much she looks like him, and how happy you feel in this moment.

“Is this alright?” Max whispers against your forehead. He feels you nod.

“Do you want to stay for breakfast?” he asks with a shameless grin.

“Will you make me coffee?” you counter. Max responds by pulling you tight against him.

Your days aren’t so mundane anymore. Max and Lizzie take up every bit of space in your heart, to the point you think it might burst if you loved them even an ounce more. Days don’t run together like they used to, and it isn’t just Max’s desk that is covered with Lizzie’s artwork.

#max phillips #max p #bloodsucking bastards #domestic max p #max p AU #single dad max p #this is for eri

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𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Ok ok stop fussing now. I'll get you out now."

Hongjoong walked over to the portable crib and picked up his son who was currently whining and kicking his legs around, hating being cooped up inside the contraption for too long. Hongjoong picked him up and looked at him.

"You know, not even the people we lock up in solitary confinement complain as much as you."

The baby reached his tiny hands out, gently patting at his father's nose and cheeks, making Hongjoong chuckle.

"Then again none of them have ever been half as cute as you are. It's a crime to be this cute. I should punish you."

Hongjoong nuzzled his nose against his son's, causing the baby to let out a happy squeal. A tiny buzz let Hongjoong know Yunho was calling him.

"Hey Hongjoong. Your boss is on the line."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes at Yunho's teasing, always saying how you were the real boss. Putting the baby down so he could crawl as he liked, Hongjoong picked up the phone.

"Hey honey." He greeted you.

"How's the baby doing?" You asked.

Hongjoong got a deadpan expression.

"Well hello to you too Mrs. Kim, I'm fine too thanks for asking."

Hongjoong was so concentrated on your conversation he didn't realize the door was open and the baby inadvertently went out.

"He's fine don't worry. And he's no trouble at all, he's currently crawling around my office-"

Hongjoong abruptly stopped when he realized the baby was gone.

"Hongjoong....? What's going on?"

He could hear you getting ready to scold him if anything happened to your child. He stammered as he began looking around for him. A beep on the other line let you both know someone else joined your call.

"I think an enemy spy has infiltrated our base, but honestly, I don't have the heart to fight back." Yunho's voice was followed an incoherent babble, belonging to none other than your baby.

"Oh my God! Yunho is he with you?" You were relieved to find out the baby was ok.

"Yep, and although I'd usually send out a ransom note, I think I'm keeping him hostage for a while." He chuckled.

Hongjoong fumed as he walked out of his office.

"Heck you will! Give me back my son!"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa peeked his head into the room, 7 pairs of eyes staring at him intently. Hongjoong sighed softly.

"You're late." He told him.

"Sorry. Got caught up with something." Seonghwa apologized.

"Whatever. Just get in. You haven't missed much of the meeting." His leader assured him.

Hongjoong was about to resume speaking, but he, like the rest of the members watched as Seonghwa opened the door and went to take his seat, a baby carrier on his left hand with his baby daughter inside.

"Night light!" San exclaimed the nickname they all had for Seonghwa's daughter.

"Night fury got stuck with babysitting duty?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

Seonghwa glared at him, about to say something but was stopped by Hongjoong.

"Guys! Meeting! Focus ok?"

Hongjoong began talking once again, detailing about a government cargo ship that was soon to land in the city, containing secret weapons.

"Now, if our information is correct, it'll get here in-"

A soft and subtle sneeze interrupted him, followed by a chorus of 'aaaws' and 'ooohs'.

"She's the deadliest weapon ever!" San clutched his heart.

"Yeah! Who can resist that level of cuteness?" Mingi agreed, crouching down to poke her tiny nose.

"I know! Isn't she adorable?" Seonghwa beamed with pride at his baby.

"Guys, remember? Timeline-" Hongjoong tried to get their attention again.

"Has she started talking yet?" Jongho asked.

"No not yet. But she's babbling a lot more, mostly songs in movies or cartoons though." Seonghwa explained.

"Ooooh! Can she do the banana song?! Night light! Watch uncle Woo."

Wooyoung began singing the minions song, not really getting a reaction out of the baby and further causing Hongjoong's annoyance to spike up.

"One more interruption and I'm shooting you all in your legs!"

They all stayed quiet, not wanting to further anger their leader. Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.

"Now, as I was saying-"

"Ba ba ba, ba na na." The baby interrupted him as she tried to sing the song Wooyoung was previously singing.

They all stared in shock and adoration at her.

"Ok, that's actually fucking cute." Hongjoong admitted.

Seonghwa only giggled as he picked up his daughter and kissed her cheek.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho tried shushing the whimpering baby underneath his desk.

"Buddy come on. You're going to get me in trouble. Now shush."

Having no alternative, he picked up his baby son, cradling him in his arms as he tried to keep him from making anymore noise. He cooed at him and even made funny faces, but the boy didn't seem to calm down.

"Why are you being like this?" Yunho pouted.

The baby nuzzled his face against his father's chest before opening his mouth against it. Yunho immediately pulled the baby a few inches off him.

"Ok I get it now. You're hungry. Please don't do that again. My body doesn't work like your mom's."

Setting the boy back in the carrier, Yunho reached inside the baby bag and got out the bottle and baby formula. He quickly mixed them together, careful not to spill any of it on his desk. He looked around and realized he had absolutely no idea how he was going to heat it up. When the baby began fussing again, he quickly stooped down, trying to quiet him down.

"Uhhh Yunho?"

Yunho hit his head as he quickly stood up, looking at Yeosang who was right in front of him with a folder. Yeosang noticed the baby bottle in his hand and snorted.

"Is that your new guilty pleasure?" He teased.

"I'm not in the mood Yeosang. In case you haven't noticed, I sneaked him in."

Yunho picked up his child and rocked him in his arms, trying to stop his crying.

"Hi junior." Yeosang waved.

Scanning the baby, Yunho and the bottle, Yeosang ended up deducing what was going on.

"Give me the bottle, I'll heat it up for you." Yeosang offered, taking the bottle away from him.

"You will? Thanks Yeo. I'd really appreciate it." Yunho thanked him.

"No problem..." Yeosang looked at the bottle, studying its structure and model.

"I kinda want to try out the new fire weapon I created and this might just be the perfect test subject..."

When he heard those words, Yunho quickly stopped Yeosang.

"A microwave will do Yeosang! Don't fucking use my son's bottle for one of your weird experiments!"

Yunho gasped when he realized he cussed in front of his kid.

"Don't tell your mom."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang carefully weighed the powder into the brown paper bags, careful not to go above the amount he needed. His eyes trailed to the tiny hand that tried reaching up for the contents he had.

"No no no sweetheart. Don't touch anything."

He put what he had in his hands down and picked up his daughter, setting her down and making her rest on top of a stack of books he had.

"Ok. Here you go. Play with this. Your mom says you like it." He handed her the rattle that was shaped like a chicken leg before going back to concentrate on his task.

The baby shook the rattle a few times before becoming bored with it. Instead, she was fascinated by all the intricate colors and strange devices inside her father's laboratory. Looking next to her, she saw a display of assorted test tubes that had different liquids in them. Curiously, her hand reached out to grab the red colored one. At that moment, Yeosang had finished weighing the stuff out and placed them in a container. When he looked back, he saw his daughter pulling out the test tube.

"No don't touch-"

Yeosang quickly scooped the baby up and covered her with his body as the tube fell to the floor, not only splattering the contents, but immediately setting off a tiny explosion that spread a horrible smelling gas in the air. Yeosang covered his daughter's face as he quickly got them out of the room. At that moment, Jongho came running down the hall.

"What was that?!" He immediately asked.

"One of the test tubes I was working on." Yeosang explained, as he scanned his daughter to make sure she was all right.

"Seriously Yeosang?! We've told you time and time again to be careful! How did it even happen?"

Yeosang immediately turned to his daughter, who was merely sucking on her thumb, looking at him with the most innocent eyes ever.

"You're lucky it was one of the least deadly ones and I got you out of there in time. Otherwise we'd both be laughing ourselves to death." Yeosang chuckled at her and kissed her forehead.

Jongho shook his head.

"I swear to god, if your daughter becomes another crazy scientist like you, I'm joining another gang."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

The diminutive man strolled from one corner of the alley to another, sighing as he stared once again at his watch.

"Where the fuck are they?" He shook his head, hating people being late above anything else.

Finally hearing footsteps, he saw the two figures approach him. He smiled contentedly until he saw that one of them had a baby strapped to his chest.

"All right Changbin, we got the money now where's the drugs?" San asked, not yet giving him the bag of money.

Changbin looked at San, then back at the baby boy.

"Don't look at the baby, look at me." San gestured to his eyes.

Changbin raised an eyebrow at him before looking over at Wooyoung, who looked completely unfazed.

"Just don't even question it man." Wooyoung suggested.

Changbin hesitantly got out the package from his coat. He was about to hand it to them, but he stopped when he looked at the baby again.

"Don't look at the baby, look at me." San repeated himself.

"Look man! It's just feels completely unorthodox to make illegal transactions in front of an innocent baby ok?! Did you kidnap it or something?" Changbin scanned him.

San scoffed in offense.

"This is my kid! Can't you see the resemblance? He's as handsome as me."

Changbin raised an eyebrow.

"You're seriously bringing your kid.... you know what? Never mind."

Changbin opted for giving the package to Wooyoung and then taking the bag of money.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

San waved at him when he departed. As him and Wooyoung made their way back to the car, his son started babbling something incoherently. San looked down and patted his head.

"Yes I know he's a mean, grouchy dwarf. Don't worry about him."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi sat down on the stool in front of the bartender, setting down the carrier on the chair next to him.

"I'm here." Mingi told the man who had his back turned.

"Oh Mingi you've come. Tell me what can I get-"

The pink haired man stopped when he saw the baby and pointed at her.

"Just give me my usual and don't worry about her. She's covered."

Mingi opened his trench coat and took out a baby bottle before taking the baby out of the carrier so he could feed her.

"You got the info Hyunjin?" Mingi lowered his voice.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he prepared him his drink.

"Mingi you brought a baby inside a bar. Forget trying to avoid unnecessary attention, everyone is already looking at you weird."

Mingi looked around, noticing a couple people staring at him as if he was crazy.

"Oh...right."

Hyunjin set the drink out in front of him before pulling out a folder and sneakily handing it to Mingi.

"Even got a few of the members' names gathered for you. Don't be fooled by their small numbers. These guys are very deadly and are slowly gaining momentum in the criminal world."

Mingi nodded and stuffed the folder in his coat. At that moment, his phone started ringing and he panicked when he saw who it was.

"Do me a favor. Hold her and cover her ears."

Hyunjin obeyed and cringed when Mingi fired a gun at the roof.

"I'm gonna need all of you to be quiet for a minute or else I'll put a bullet in your heads."

Mingi then quickly answered the phone, suddenly changing his tone.

"Hey baby. Oh nothing. I'm with Seonghwa, he wanted to see the baby.....no! I'm most definitely not working at the moment." He laughed awkwardly.

Hyunjin shook his head and looked down at the baby girl in his arms.

"Mind sharing some of your milk with me? I think I need it."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Wooyoung? Do you see the target?" Yeosang's voice echoed through his ear piece.

Wooyoung casually tilted his head to the side.

"No. There's too many people. " Wooyoung answered casually.

He looked down when he heard his daughter sneeze.

"Bless you." Wooyoung cooed at her.

"I'm literally trying to put a bullet through a man's head and you're giving me your blessings?" Yeosang asked.

"Not you idiot! My princess just sneezed and-"

"Oh my gosh! What a lovely baby you have!"

Wooyoung turned to find a young woman standing in front of him, twirling her hair in her finger as she looked at him and his daughter.

"Thanks..." Wooyoung answered.

"Is she yours?" She asked, stepping closer to him, reaching her hand out.

"Yeah...mine." Wooyoung shifted in his seat, moving the baby so she wouldn't touch her wandering hands.

Wooyoung tried not to cringe as the girl didn't seem to get the hint and continued talking to him.

"Want me to put a bullet in her head?" Yeosang offered.

Wooyoung immediately declined the offer as quietly as possible, not hearing what the girl said until she repeated herself.

"I asked if there was a mom in the picture."

She tucked her hair behind her ear before sitting down next to Wooyoung, her hand brushing on his shoulder.

"Cause if not.....I could help out in more ways than one." She bit her lip.

Before Wooyoung could even respond, he was saved when you suddenly showed up.

"I'm giving you ten seconds to run before I pull the trigger."

The girl froze when she felt a gun pointed at her back. Wooyoung waved.

"Hi honey." He smiled.

"Don't 'honey' me. First you take our daughter out on a mission and then I find some skank trying to take my place?" You scoffed.

"Should have taken my offer when you had the chance." Yeosang poked fun at him.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at the rearview mirror to check on the little boy in the baby seat.

"Getting sleepy there buddy?" Jongho chuckled when he saw the baby's eyes open and close slowly.

"Don't worry. After we deliver this package, I promise I'll take you to get ice cream......just don't tell your mom I've been feeding you that before you're old enough."

Jongho began to sing softly, hoping it'll help the baby sleep faster. However when he looked at the rearview mirror again, he noticed a strange looking car tailing right behind him.

"Huh....strange..... very strange."

Jongho gripped the steering wheel tightly. Looking back at his son, he noticed he was now fully awake.

"Buckle up buddy cause we're in for a fun ride."

Shifting the gear, Jongho immediately pressed down on the accelerator before rapidly making a u-turn, momentarily confusing the car behind him. Jongho drifted through the different alleys, hoping to loose the car, but it still seemed to catch up to him. His son on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the fun ride.

"Oh shit." Jongho cursed when he saw you were calling.

Pressing the button, he answered your call.

"I just got off work, barely going back. Think you can handle the boy for a little bit longer?" You asked.

"Take all the time. I'm going to be late too."

Jongho made a rather sharp turn that had your son squealing excitedly. You immediately sensed something was off.

"You're on a mission aren't you?"

"Yeah and we kinda ran into some chasers." Jongho chuckled rather amused.

You sighed softly.

"Where are you?"

"Gangnam district. Near the old abandoned factory." He answered as he continued trying to loose the car behind him.

"Give me 5 minutes and I'll be there."

Jongho couldn't help but bite his lip at your words.

"God baby, I love you so much."

He then turned his attention to his son who was still having the time of his life.

"Hear that bud? Mommy is gonna be joining us soon."

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