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cmncisspnandmore · 7 months

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Turned Tables

Spencer x hearing impaired reader

Summary: If someone had told you that one day you would be the one who needed saving you would have told them they were crazy. But when you find yourself going through something that you vowed you would never let happen. Only one person knows enough to be able to pull you out of the endless hole you seem to be falling deeper into.

Warning: mentions of injury, drug addiction, drug abuse, depression, overdose, chronic illness,

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It was like the entire event was playing in your head in slow motion, all the time. Sure there were moments of relief. When something requires your attention fully, and there were moments where you just shoved it down. But those moments have been coming less and less lately. It was becoming harder and harder to ignore it. The gnawing in your gut, the feeling of utter hopelessness and despair you felt in those moments. In the moments where you attempted to commit every feature of his face to memory hoping that they would be your last.

It never came.

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The next thing you know you were in the hospital and had to learn to deal with the aftermath.

With the pain.

The side effects.

The loss of your hearing.

The coffee shop was beautiful at sunset. The warm yellow glow from the lights strung in the window giving it a mystical feeling. It was cozy, it felt right, the only thing missing was Spencer. He was supposed to be meeting you here, it was your usual Saturday night coffee date, you had already ordered him his salted caramel and mocha latte, you were sipping on your vanilla latte. The sky was a dusty pink and purple as the sun set over the skyline.

There weren't many people in the coffee shop but that wasn't unusual, who drank coffee at 7:30pm. Not many people, most of the time it was you and Spencer and maybe a few other people working late. Tonight was no different, you lean your elbows on the table and stare out the door watching as people stroll by.

Then it was like time slowed, there was a moment when people started running, there was a commotion in the streets. The crowd outside moved faster, then a man appeared, his back to the window where you were sitting. His movements were strange and jerky, and then he turned. His glassy brown eyes made contact with yours, and the moment you glanced down you noticed the web of explosives taped to his chest. Your mind reeled as you watched him take his finger off the button, the world seemed to slow.

You didn't remember what happened immediately after the explosion, you were knocked unconscious for a little while, but when you came to. The ringing in your ears was enough to make you vomit. And so you did, right next to where you lay in a pile of rubble. Every bone, every muscle, every fiber of your body hurts.

You couldn't move your legs, the pieces of brick from the front of the building pinned you down. You tried to push yourself up, but your arms felt like jello, you weren't even sure they were still attached. You couldn't hear anything over the ringing in your ears, it was deafening. Every movement felt like it took the strength of a 100 bodybuilders to do it. You turn your head to the side, rubble raining down from the ceiling every few seconds, causing you to cough and squint through the dust.

As some of the dust settled you could see the friendly barista who took your order, a local high school girl. She was in her senior year, her brown hair was a matted bloody mess, her green eyes glassy. The blood spilling from her mouth, the stillness of her chest. It took only moments for you to figure out she was dead.

You turn away from her, the image of her glassy eyes burned into your brain. It would haunt you for years. You laid there, every passing moment felt like eternity. The shock slowly wore off and you were becoming more and more aware of your injuries. Pain laced your chest, your breathing becoming rapid, as you struggled to pull air into your lungs. Pain seared through every part of your battered body.

You saw the lights, but never heard the sirens, you could see the shadows of people moving around, the lights of their flashlights coming through the settling dust. You could feel the vibrations of their heavy boots coming closer. Not wanting to be missed you throw your arm up with everything you had, and sure enough someone saw you.

A fireman came over to you, his mouth was moving, but you couldn't hear what he was saying. He slowed his talking down and you were able to make out what he was saying by the movements of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his brow furrowed.

“N-No… I-I need… you to call someone… F-FBI.. Agent Spencer… Spencer Reid…” You managed to gasp out, and the fireman nodded. His mouth moved again and you struggled to make out what he was saying… something about getting you out you assumed because he left. You struggled to keep your emotions in check as he left, panic coursing through your veins. But he came back with a few others, as they started to remove the rubble and debris from around you and on top of you.

They worked around you, under the instruction of a paramedic who was sitting by your head. You managed to catch a few words she was saying, “Crush syndrome, Heart, Arrest.” But that was all, the ringing in your ears was the same, and the vertigo was still unbearable if you moved. It felt like you were on the worst worst free dive from an airplane. Endlessly spinning towards earth with no parachute to slow you down.

The paramedic placed an IV and gave you fluids through a bag she held up, she would look down at you and tell you that you were going to be okay. At least that's what you assumed she was saying. She gave you oxygen, and held the mask over your mouth, she mimed deep breaths to you when you would start gasping. The Paramedic and the Firemen worked carefully to free you. It was a painfully slow process.

Out of the corner of your eye a pair of white and black converse, mismatched socks and jeans.You couldn't hold the tears back anymore, they cascaded down your cheeks in messy trails. Leaving streaks of clean skin beneath the dirt and dust, Spencer slid on his knees next to the paramedic and looked down at you.

His frantic words were lost to you as he conversed with the Paramedic. His hazel eyes locked with yours. His hand comes to rest on your forehead and brushes some of your Y/H/C hair out of your face. His eyes shining with unshed tears, as he speaks slowly, “You’re okay, you’ll be okay. I’m here.” his soundless words promised.

Your eyes raked over his face, trying to commit every feature to memory, “It’s okay… I love you spencer.” You whispered, your voice barely audible between the background noise you couldn't hear.

“I love you too,” you knew how those words looked. You had watched those lips say those words hundreds of times. There was a moment where something was said and Spencer's face changed. The Paramedic injected something into your IV line and you glanced at Spencer your eyes wide.

“You’ll be okay.” He mouthed, and then they removed the final piece of rubble, you gasped for breath, and then nothing. The world went dark.

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Someone's hand tapped your shoulder and you jolted in your seat. You glanced over at who startled you, Spencer stood there, his hand outstretched to you. In his hand lay your hearing aids, you sigh, reaching over and putting them in. They didn't give you your hearing back, you were still significantly hearing impaired. They helped you catch every third word or so, you relied mainly on lip reading and signed English in combination with the hearing aids.

“We need to talk,” Spencer said after you had your hearing aids in, his hands moving to sign as he spoke.

“About?” You seethed, you were pissed off this morning, you hadn’t slept well. You suffered from frequent bouts of Tinnitus, it was debilitating at times.

Spencer sighs, although you couldn't actually hear it, you saw the way his chest heaved, the exasperated look on his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an orange pill bottle. Your blood ran cold, your fingertips numb. You suddenly felt like you were floating out in space unanchored.

“Why didn't you tell me you needed more of your meds? You know that you’re supposed to keep them on hand for when the headaches get bad.” He shook his head, and an annoyed expression on his face.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.” You lied, it fell easily off your tongue. You found yourself lying more and more, and the more you lied the easier it got. It didn't leave a bitter taste in your mouth anymore, you didn't feel guilty about lying anymore. It didn't even occur to you to correct Spencer that you HAD filled your prescription. Last week actually, but you had taken them all.

You didn't know when it started, but the weightless feeling, the good floating feeling that the opioids gave you. They turned from relief to a way of surviving. They no longer were there to just take the pain away, they numbed you to everything. When you took them off and took your hearing aids out, the silence that followed was nothing short of bliss.

You found yourself taking them more often, not because of the headaches, but because you craved those feelings again. For those moments, the scene didn't play over and over. You didn't repeat the moment your hearing was stolen from you. It was just nothing. Pure nothingless bliss.

Staring at Spencer you realize he's been talking to you, but now that your hearing was mostly gone it was easy to pretend you just didn't understand it, that you weren't lost in your own world. His hands waved at you and your eyes slid to his lips.

“Sorry, i didn't get that, can you say it again?” You ask, watching him closely.

“I asked if you needed me to pick up your meds, i can grab them on the way into the office,” he signs again, slower this time.

“No, no, i”ll go out and get them,” you smile, if Spencer stopped by the pharmacy he would find out that you just refilled. He would learn your dirty little secret. “You’re gonna be late,” You gesture to the grandfather clock standing against the far wall.

Spencer looks over, and runs a hand through his curls, “I’ll see you later?” He comes to kneel in front of you, his hands resting on your blanket clad legs. You give him a small nod, and lean forward pressing your lips to his. The taste of his extra sweet coffee still lingers on his pink lips, his hands squeeze your knees and he sits back on his heels. “I love you,” he says, pressing another kiss to your forehead before standing.

“I love you too” You call after him, you watch as he closes the front door of your shared apartment, and let out a sigh. You reach up, ripping the hearing aid from your ears and letting them clatter to the coffee table. You pick up your phone, open a text message thread and send a text.

Y/N: park noon?

D: Yes. 40?

Y/N: Yes. 300?

D: See you then.

You smile at the phone, and quickly erase the text thread, and put it down on the table. You glance at the time again, you had a few hours to kill before you had to go meet your dealer. At first it felt wrong, and weird. Meeting a drug dealer when your boyfriend was an FBI agent, but when you learnt just how easy it was to get pain meds you changed your feelings about it.

It was better to buy them on the street, fill the bottle that you got refilled monthly and act as if they were the same. Spencer never noticed, since the accident he had become accustomed to your tuned out personality, he understood you were dealing with a lot. You had a life changing event and it would never get better. If anything the audiologist prepared you for the fact that you would probably lose more of your hearing within the next 10 years.

You would never hear Spencer whisper how much he loved you after making love, never hear his laugh, or his ramblings. You would never hear the way he sounded when he woke up, or be able to listen to your favorite songs in the same way again. You’d never hear your future children first cry or their first laughs.

You wiped the tears that were tracking down your cheeks, now wasn't the time to cry. You pulled yourself off the couch, grabbing your hearing aids as you left the living room and headed into the bedroom. You changed out of your pajama shorts and put on a pair of leggings and one of Spencers’ sweaters. You sighed, glancing at the hearing aids that lay on the bed, the beige and clear material staring back at you. One more physical reminder of what you lost. That was all those were. You despised them. Some days you refused to wear them, against Spencers protests. But you never left the house without them, fearing that the lack of ambient noise and the inability to catch even part of what was happening around you making you anxious.

It was time to leave by the time you had finished getting ready to go, hearing aids in tow. You grabbed the keys from the counter and started the 15 minute walk to the park. After arriving at the park you take a seat on the park bench you usually meet on and wait. 10 minutes later Dylan walks up, his hands in his pockets, he looks the part of a man out on a jog, his armband with his phone nestled inside it.

He sits down on the bench next to you, and looks over at you. “Beautiful day,” his voice is distorted and hard to make out. But you just smile, and nod. He never expects his questions to be answered. After another moment he leans over and taps your shoulder, “Ma’am, i think you dropped this.” He holds out a case, it's small no bigger than a man's wallet and as you reach over you ‘accidentally’ knock over your bag, some of the contents spilling out. Dylan leans down to help you put the items back in and while doing so exchanges the case with the identical one you have in your purse effectively transferring the money from you to him and the pills from him to you.

“Thank you” You smile as you grab your bag and stand, and Dylan gives you a head nod. The whole exchange takes no more than 2 minutes, then you are back on your way home. Pills in hand, as you enter the apartment the ringing in your ears from the night before starts again. You reach up taking your hearing aids out, hoping that will help somewhat. But much to your dismay it doesn't stop the persistent high pitched sounds that your brain is trying to interpret as sound.

You put your hand to your head, and squeeze your eyes closed. You reach into your bag blindly and find the case of pills, taking 2 out you pop them in your mouth and swallow them dry. You stumble over to the couch and lay down, trying to move as little as possible. Hoping for the seet relief the pills bring to happen soon,

A few hours later the ringing was still there, unable to take another moment of it you forced yourself to your feet, heading into the kitchen to once again grab the case and take 2 more. Normally you would never take more than 2, but they don't seem to be working anymore. You dry swallow 2 more, and sit on the floor in the kitchen with your back pressed against the bottom cabinets. Your head is back against them, focusing on taking slow even breaths, your eyes closed to try to calm the vertigo.

After some time you drifted off to sleep…

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Cold water raining down on you from above startled you awake, you were aware of the warm body pressed against your back. Their hands brushing your hair away from your face, the tidal wave of nausea crashes into you and you throw up all over yourself. It’s quickly washed down the drain from the torrent of icy water from the shower head.

You gasp and sputter as the water continues to assault you. Hands run soothingly up and down your arms, you can feel the vibrations of someone talking behind you. Turning slightly in your seated position in the bottom of the claw foot tub you look over your shoulder and see Spencer, his own hair is soaking wet. His lips slightly blue as he shivers under the cold water. His lips are moving as he talks to you, but between the water running into your eyes and the chattering of his teeth.

“I cant… I don't know what you’re saying,” You manage to gasp out as your own teeth start to chatter. Reluctantly Spencer removes his hands from your arms, he reaches over and turns off the cold water. You let out a sigh of relief as the cold water stops cascading down your already numb body.

Spencer reaches out and grabs your chin in his long fingers, ‘You overdosed,” he mouths slowly, and realization hits you. You took 4 of the pain meds Dylan gave you. You took 4 within 2 hours of each other.

“I-Its not what you think,” you mutter, pushing yourself to stand and step out of the tub. Your clothes weigh a million pounds from the water. Your eyes fall to the floor that is slowly becoming soaked beneath you. You see Spencer climb out of the tub after you, his own soaked clothes adding to the water accumulating on the floor. His hand comes under your chin again, forcing you to look at him as he speaks.

“Why did you lie to me?” His browns pull together as he signs the question, the betrayal on his face is evident.

“I don't know what you mean.” You grab a towel from the rack and wrap it around yourself, your entire body feels drained. Like it was hit by a Semi truck at 100 miles an hour. You start to dry yourself off as Spencer stares at you. The heart of his gaze is overwhelming, the disappointment rolling off him in waves.

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“Don’t. Don’t lie to me Y/N.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Really? So the pharmacist was lying? He just told me that they filed your prescription last week for no reason?” He gestures wildly, you know hes yelling. You don't have to be able to hear to know that he was yelling at you. It was visible in the way his chest heaved, the way he signed the words to you. His entire body language screamed ‘anger’ like a giant flashing sign.

“OKAY! I lied!” You yell back, and the shock is evident on his face. The anger disappears to something you recognize instantly. The same look you get from everyone who knew you before. Pity. “So what? People lie all the time. It doesn't mean I have a problem.”

“Then why when I pulled your phone records did it show that for the last 6 months you have been meeting a guy once a week, a guy who by the way is a known drug dealer?!” Spencer is yelling again, and the shame slams into you. You never wanted him to be angry at you, you just wanted the pain to stop.

“If i hadn't come home early today, if i hadn't shoved my fingers down your throat while you were unconscious, you would be dead. Do you get that? You need help, Y/N. Let me help you. I’ve been there before i've been in your shoes. I can help you, I can get you the help you need.” His face softens, his hands brushing away the tears that started falling down your cheeks.

“But… I just wanted it to-to stop… “ you sob, as Spencer reaches for you and wraps you in his arms. This whole situation felt familiar, only this time it was you with the problem. Not him. When you had first met Spencer he was in the throes of his own addiction. When your long time friend Penelope Garcia called you one rainy afternoon after not hearing from her teammate, she asked if you could stop over. You only lived a block from Spencer apartment, so you trudged through knee high snow, making the short trip to his building. There you found the door unlocked and heard what sounded like someone struggling to breathe. Your instincts kicked in and you entered the apartment calling out your arrival.

That’s where you found spencer sitting on the floor of his living room, his head down on his knees. His entire body shook as he fell into a panicked spiral. You sunk down onto the wood floor and whispered to him that he wasn’t alone. That he was okay, that someone was there. When he finally calmed down enough he blurted to you that he was withdrawing from Dilaudid, alone.

Your heart thundered in your chest as he sobbed, as the shaking wracked his body, and stole the little energy he had left. You decided at that moment that he wouldn’t be doing it alone anymore. You were going to help this stranger whose soul was shattered by battling demons you could only imagine.

Now standing soaking wet in the bathroom, Spencer was promising to do the same for you as you did him. He would be your anchor in the rocky waters of addiction. He would hold your hand through the vicious mood swings and physical pain that came along with getting clean. He had already done so much for you after the accident. You weren’t sure why you felt surprised he was still here. Why was he still holding you and telling you everything would be okay, when the last few months you had been distant and even cruel towards him. You had no idea.

“I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not angry. I’m going to be here for you. Through it all okay?” He says holding you slightly away from his chest so you can read his lips.

“Okay…” you whisper, a small smile spreading over Spencer’s lips.

“Okay. We’ll do this, we’ll face this together.”

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octuscle · 2 months

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I'm a dad of 2 boys. My eldest is 22 and my youngest is 18. My younger son has some problems with a bully in his school and I want to help him but I don't know how. A friend of mine told me about your support and I hope you've an idea. Looking for to hear from you soon

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His puberty set in quickly afterwards, stimulated by the training. With power! Shit, your older son was so jealous when his younger brother grew a beard before him. He had to get used to the fact that his "little brother" quickly had a more massive upper arm, that he lifted more weight when doing squats. Your younger son then started shaving his skater boy curls. The buzzcut made him look even older, even more masculine. Your older son then got his first tattoos to assert himself. Your younger son was so jealous. But you and your wife agreed: no tattoos before his 18th birthday. Well, that was a few weeks ago now, the tattoos have healed. And your younger son already has his next appointments at the tattoo parlor.

In order to keep up with his younger brother to some extent, your older son swallowed and injected everything that could give him a massive body. He had no chance against his younger brother's genes. Today, your older brother is a real steroid pumper. With roid gut, acne on his shoulders, he only eats pure protein. He's a senior in college and about to graduate with a degree in mechanical engineering. A good kid. Your younger son, on the other hand, is a natural. And what a natural!

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It's 06:00 in the morning when you come into the kitchen. Your son is preparing his 20 scrambled eggs for breakfast. This is his second breakfast. He's already had his first dose of protein before his first training session. He playfully punches your chest. Shit, even when he backs off, it hurts. In his melodious baritone, he asks you if you slept well, what your plans are for today and whether you'd like to do a round of chest training with him tonight. The thing he just boxed against felt a little weak. You grin. Of course you're the father. Of course you're the older one. But anyone watching you might think that your junior is the man of the house. And no one would think he's 18.

You enjoy training with your son. Most people in the gym think that you can afford the most promising young bodybuilder in the whole state as a personal trainer. You both like to play this game. And in fact, your son already earns more than you as a personal trainer, fitness influencer and fitness model. In the back corner, one of your son's classmates is training his biceps. He doesn't take his eyes off your son for a minute. And he has a visible hard-on. "Hehehe," says your son. "Do you see that prick back there?" You nod, of course you've noticed the guy, the way he's checking out your son. Your son grins. "Four years ago, he stole my milk money. Today he pays me his daily takings as a bully to suck my cock." Shit, your son isn't just a personal trainer, fitness influencer and fitness model. He's also a whore. But you can understand that. You know your son's horse sized dick. You'd pay to suck it too.

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joepringle · 4 months

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Lucas and Bradley at senior prom. It was the first time they were seen in public as a couple. They met online, and since Bradley was new in town, he didn't know many people, preferring to spend every free time he had working out in the gym. And it paid off, too. He had built himself a tremendous physique, in constrast to Lucas's slender, twink frame. But they both loved the contrast. Lucas felt so safe out with his bodybuilding boyfriend, and Bradley loved how Lucas's 140 lb frame made his muscular body look even bigger.

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sindonorico · 1 year

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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pink carnations part 5 finale - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, austin theory x reader

warning(s): swearing

genre(s): heavy fluff

<< previous part ||

“junior, go and tell your dad and cody that dinner’s ready.” y/n told the teenager who was sat on the couch, laughing as junior complained about having to pause his game. she watched as junior walked, while dragging his feet along the floor, down to the basement where the two men were playing their own video games in the “man cave” as it was dubbed. she found it endearing how much junior looked like his dad, austin. the teenage boy even picking up on austin’s hobby of bodybuilding.

y/n began to set the table, smiling when her daughter, cora, bounded over to her to help with the table. she shot her daughter a knowing look, giggling when a blush creeped up on her daughter’s face. “you and junior are sure getting real comfy on that couch. you’re lucky i’m not dad.” y/n mused.

“stop! austin and i are just friends. swear. he’d never even look at me as a potential girlfriend. especially when he’s already being surrounded by senior cheerleaders who are drooling over him. oh -oops, sorry i mean junior.” cora quickly corrected herself, remembering that whenever she was around her parents to call austin, junior, as to not confuse him with her mom and dad’s austin.

y/n and cora sat across from each other at the table, waiting for the guys to emerge from the man cave. the two began to gossip, as girls do, as cora informed her mom of all the new high school freshman “tea” and how different it was from previous years “tea”.

“and then, this same girl comes up to me and she asks if austin, sorry, she asks if junior and i are dating but then she says it in like, you know that tone mom? the one where its like ‘oh i’m into him so you should back off’” cora rambles on, before eventually being cut off by her dad who gently pats her head.

“wait, start from the beginning. we just got here.” cody mused, smiling at his daughter’s red face as she looks as if she got caught doing something bad.

cody walked over to the other side of the table, leaning down to greet y/n with a kiss before sitting down beside her. austin took the seat beside cody while junior sat down beside cora on the opposing side of the table.

“looks good, y/n. smells great too.” austin commented, picking up his utensils and already beginning to dig in.

y/n giggled, watching the others take their first bites of the food before she did herself. she couldn’t believe the situation she was in, remembering how so many years ago it took them forever to get to this spot.

she remembers how mad cody was when she told him she wouldn’t be getting the surgery. she also remembers shutting him up with a kiss and leaving him breathless that morning. cody had convinced her that their love would be enough, and so, y/n decided that she didn’t need surgery. if their love was truly enough, then contrary to cody’s beliefs, time would be on their side.

and they were right.

the flowers cleared up a month after that fateful night, although they both thought that y/n was certainly dying because of how much she was dry heaving without anything coming out. eventually though, the entire plant, including its roots, were expelled into the toilet of their shared hotel room as the two cried tears of joy in each others arms.

and brandi? to no one’s surprise, brandi contracted hanahaki. it was sad to experience for cody, but his selfish mind had reminded him that he has y/n. brandi didn’t need to know cody’s opinion before deciding to go through with the surgery although her hanahaki was in early development. because of the decision to undergo surgery, brandi and cody had to unfortunately terminate their pregnancy. the two mourned separately over the loss of their unborn child but knew that, in time, their wounds were heal and that the decision was ultimately for the better.

once the divorce was finalized, cody remembers immediately going out to buy a bouquet of pink carnations. the flowers were bittersweet in a way, but they were still so undoubtedly his and y/n’s flowers that he didn’t need to ask for different flowers. he remembers the joy on her face when he asked her to, finally and officially, be his girlfriend again.

and then, came their wedding day years after. austin served as cody’s best man, the three of them becoming an unstoppable trio together. y/n and cody would find out they were having a child together not too long after, and austin, in seemingly true austin fashion, had found out he would also be having a child - just with someone that was a one-night stand.

two weeks after austin had been granted full custody of his son not too long after junior was born, cora had been born. to their parents’ eyes, junior and cora were fated to become best friends - and maybe more - from the start. and from this formed their unusual, yet very exciting family dynamic.

y/n looked around the table with a wide smile, so incredibly happy with how life had turned out. she defeated hanahaki, is now married to her first ever love, has a child with this same man, and her child is best friends with the son of her own best friend.

cody seemed to have caught his wife getting lost in her thoughts, pulling her away from her mind by placing a hand on her thigh and squeezing it. just before he was able to address her, junior cleared his throat from the other side of the table and caught his attention, “uh, mr. runnels.”

all eyes were suddenly on junior, y/n and cody looking on with confused looks while cora seemed hopeful. austin, though, fought back a smile knowing exactly what his son was about to do.

“yes junior? and i thought we were over the mr. runnels thing. you’re practically family at this point, you can at least call me cody.” cody addressed junior, setting down his utensils. he removed his hand from y/n’s lap, sitting upright in his chair. he could tell junior was nervous, judging by the way the boy was practically shaking in his seat. and if cody’s instincts were to be correct, he has a suspicion on what junior was about to ask him.

“i was, wondering if.. you know, i could take cora out on… a date.. sometimes… it’s ok if you want to tag along of course! you know, i know you’re very protective of cora and, and i am too! i wouldn’t want to hurt her, of course. i uhm, yeah.” junior caught himself rambling, his face turning beet red in embarassment. it did help when he felt cora grab his hand from under the table and squeeze it.

y/n giggled besides cody who had seemingly tensed up, frozen in shock and disbelief. she nudged cody as if to break him out of his trance. “well, mr. runnels. what do you think?” she teased him.

austin brought a hand up and rested it on cody’s shoulder, squeezing his friend’s shoulder as he urged him on, “come on, mr. runnels. what’s going on in that head of yours.”

cody sighed, relaxing back into his seat. “in all honesty, i was more afraid you were going to tell me that you were already seeing my daughter behind my back and had gotten her pregnant.” he laughed, earning a gasp and slap on the chest from his wife, a whined out “dad!” from his daughter, and a slight nudge on the arm from austin.

“but yeah, sure you can take my daughter out on a date. but where are we going and when is the real question.” cody continued, picking his utensils back up and going back to eating his food.

“we?” junior questioned, enjoying the way that cora had shoved her face into his shoulder to hide her blushing face after her dad’s comment. knowing that the adults were, in fact, more observant than he thought they were about the way he and cora felt for each other, junior didn’t think twice about wrapping his arm around cora to pull her in closer. this, of course, earned him a whistle from his own dad and caused cora’s blush to deepen.

“well yeah, i said what i said. did you already forget that you basically invited me out on your date too? i was going to let you two kids off and do whatever since we’ve already let y’all do that but if you insist on having me there then i will gladly be there.” cody said with a laugh, using a napkin to wipe away at his mouth. cody, y/n, and austin all laughed at the realization that washed over junior’s face as his mouth dropped open to form an “o”.

yeah, y/n thought, this was certainly the good life. she glanced over at the vase of pink carnations that was out on their coffee table, the pink carnations that cody would buy her every other week whenever the old bouquet would die out.

it was odd to think that the lowest point of her life would open new doors that lead her to finding another person to call her best friend, as well as eventually being able to openly love her first love, but y/n wouldn’t want it any other way.

fin.

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Savanaclaw: Manicures with Them

Story time: When I was in beauty school we had to learn nails and in my freshmen class we had an odd number of students and I was too shy to get a partner. So we had to find one of the seniors and there was this student who’s birthday was that day and they sent him up. He was easily 6’6” (198.12 cm) tall and used to be a body builder. When I was doing the arm massage I couldn’t lift his arm so he had to hold up up for me, and when I massaged it I was like “Can you even feel this?” and he was like “Nope, but it’s fine, most of your clients won’t be bodybuilders.” ANYWAY part of Jack’s part was inspired by this experience.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Manicures with Them

Leona Kingscholar

King when it comes to lazy nail care. His nails are naturally sharp so he has to keep them filed somehow. He has almost like a scratching post that he’ll lazy drag his nails over to keep them filed. Other than that, he doesn’t do much with them. He doesn’t feel a need to, and as long as they’re functional and still sharp, then why should he?

You’ll have to be very insistent on doing his nails for him to allow it. Once he does though, he is very clear on you not making them blunt or putting color on them. He might be fine with a simple black or brown nail polish though, but as him before doing anything. His cuticles could also use some work so do those as well. Normally he has someone else do them for him back home, and sometimes Ruggie will help out, but he doesn’t care for his nails and won’t ask…so they’re pretty bad.

He’s going to deny you for the longest time. It’ll take weeks of asking before he gets fed up and just does them. A true shocker is that he’s actually good at doing nails. He might be lazy, but he’s smart and knows how they used to do his nails before ceremonies back home. So he does a spectacular job and if you ask him why he just explains if he’s going to put in the effort to do it, he might as well get them right the first time so he doesn’t have to listen to you complain.

Ruggi Bucchi

Ruggie normally just clips his nails when he notices they’re getting a little too long. They’re also a bit sharper compared to other students, and even if he clips them normally they’ll grow back sharp within a day or two. Specialty products are out of his zone since that cost too much money and don't matter. He can function well without worrying about cuticle oil, so there’s no need to apply it. Why waste money on something like that?

He is more than willing to let you do his nails and use all those fancy and expensive products on him. He’ll be smiling like a sedated little cat with his tail lazily swaying behind him while you give him a pampering treatment. Putting some lotion on his dry hands and giving him a little massage. All he asks is that you don’t use polish since it’ll chip off within a day, but a clear top coat is fine by him. He doesn’t even care if it’s shiny.

This is one of the skills Ruggie learned to suck up to people when he needed to. He’s pretty damn good when it comes to doing the basics of someone else’s nail care. He sometimes has to do Leona’s and makes sure he does a good enough job that you could fall asleep with how relaxed you are. He totally doesn’t do this to others so he can go through their wallet once they’re passed out and take his own tip for his hard work.

Jack Howl

Jack keeps it simple and just used nail clippers when needed. He doesn’t ever bite his nails since he knows it’ll make hangnails worse, so he just clips them whenever he gets back to his dorm. He’s never applied nail polish before so he doesn’t know if he’ll like it. He doesn’t find any appeal to it but will admit it looks nice on other people. He’s just always using his hands and working on it, so he doesn’t see a point in his own nails being done.

He’ll let you take care of his nails if you ask. You do a better job at it anyway, and it makes you happy to be doing it. He’ll just ask that you don’t put any nail polish on it since it’ll chip and look horrible later on. He doesn’t go around flaunting his nails off, but if someone takes notice he just comments that you do his nails. When you do his nails, you can even offer an arm massage if you’d like and he’ll allow it. Just be careful because his arm is all muscle and if you’re kind of weak, he might not even feel it. He will thank you for it though and won’t say anything negative.

He can follow directions if you teach him how to do your nails. Show him a thing or two about how to file and paint and he’ll do his best. He might be a bit clumsy with the delicate process when making sure it doesn’t get all over your nails, but he’s trying and will spend time cleaning up afterward. He also gives amazing massages to your arms.

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