#their family home <3 that one is a ways away as like..... we gotta get to like how they met and ye olde falling for each other before she

[tarjapearce]

Mi Dulce Cereza

Ranchero! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Synopsis: Revenge's path is never an easy feat. Not when love for the enemy and other feelings get in the way. Would it rise and come out as a victor? Or would it succumb to the sweetest of beings?

WARNING: Novela level drama, Toxic relationships, character introduction, mild and brief sexual tension, No use of YN, Family feud, scheming, disingenuous behaviors. No proofread

Summary: Miguel's revenge is set into motion.

A/N: Centuries later, here it is <3, hope you enjoy this new version! So nervous about this jskjs. Thanks to my beta reader @oharasmommymilkers00 for the help <3

"Ma!"

The ten-year-old boy called, desperate as he searched and scourged the house he lived in, to eventually find her mother in his younger brother's room.

Ravenous and long curls adorned her back. Brown beautiful eyes stared with adoration at the little six-year-old boy, carefully tucked in her arms as she combed her child's wavy strands away from his innocent face.

"Ma!" the boy called a bit more urgent as he tugged on her skirt, earning him a hushed grunt from her.

"Gabriel está durmiendo, Miguel!" (Gabriel is sleeping)

"No, Ma! Debes venir a la entrada! Hay gente buscando a George!" (You gotta come to the door! There's people looking for George!)

Conchata quickly put Gabriel into his crib and darted to the entrance. Panic and bile rose in her insides.

The banging on the feeble and rusty metal doors alarmed Conchata the more she approached the main hacienda's door.

Much to her and Miguel's surprise a group of men, awaited outside. Dressed in the blue and white colors proper of a Santa Margarita's Town police officer.

Miguel's eyes wandered over the guns that nested on the men's hips as they rode their horses haughtily. But paid special attention to the man leading them.

Hardened and weathered face, partially obscured by his camel brown Stetson hat, dressed up sharply, letting his belt and the overall imposing aura to do the talk for him, same as his horse and everything that donned his body. His eyes narrowed as soon as he saw Conchata.

"Miss Stone. I believe it's the third time I ask for you to leave" He acknowledged sternly.

A surname that made Miguel's churn in utter discomfort, but his mother always told him to give that name to strangers, since the O'Hara was only for the family. But even that one didn't sit right in his heart either. Not when the provider of such surname had been long gone from their lives, with no intention of returning.

And the men before his home were everything but familiar, strangers at best. Invaders. Trespassers with a penchant for intimidation as they were all armed to the teeth.

"The hell you want?!" Conchata crossed her arms and returned the steely glare the handsome and powerful man gave her.

His mother's bravado was certainly something Miguel could look up, despite the woman not being her best title of mother with him. But her bravery made him courageous.

"For you to leave my property."

"What are you talking about?! This is not your property, Anderton!"

A man like Pastor William was hard to ignore, not when power and influences oozed from him by merely existing.

"It is. You're living in Edenton's. Half the area is mine now."

"I have my property papers! This is outright ridiculous!" Conchata huffed as she sent Miguel to to get them.

"My lawyer is here. So we can have this settled once for all."

"There is nothing to settle!, I told your people I wouldn't sell my home and now you're acting far from someone that believes in God to get it!, maldita rata!" (fucking rat)

William narrowed his eyes at the last words that spilled with venom from Conchata's plump lips. He wasn't a man to give easily into anger, but his patience wasn't something to be tested either.

He had bought a good chunk of Edenton's territory and much to Conchata's dismay her home was right in the middle of said property.

The boy wasted no time into retrieving her mother's proofs of ownership as she opened the door to see the man that ground her nerves in seconds. Face to face.

And when the policeman and lawyer took a brief look at them, they could only snort in derision upon reading them.

"Not only are they outdated, but the important signatures are missing. This is fake."

Conchata paled, and she clutched her chest. Her heart pounded so hard she had to grab Miguel's lanky arm to support herself. Everything was slowly falling apart.

"Ma?"

Her boy looked up at her, concern plastered over his young yet understanding face

"T-That cannot be! George left it all arranged before leaving!"

"He didn't. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

William gave the papers to his lawyer as he climbed off the horse and Conchata immediately tried to get them back, but tore them im the process

"No! No! That's not true! My papers " She shrieked and the police officer intervened as soon as she tried to go for Anderton's lawyer.

"Stop! " Miguel was held back after kicking the officer's shin.

Conchata freed herself from the guard's grip, only to deliver a hard slap on William's face.

"La vas a pagar caro cabrón! A mi nadie me sacará de mi casa!" (You'll pay for this. None kicks me out of my home!)

The officers held Conchata back and Miguel, since the boy attempted to defend the remnants of his mother's dignity. But there was little they could do.

Conchata's land was prosperous, and so far it provided a good income to live rather peacefully and away from the rest. Until now.

William was rather strict and apprehensive about his properties. He owed half the town, and for Conchata to live there, right in the spot he wanted to build his home for his new family, rendered nothing but a black and ugly spot to his future dream.

Buthe would erase it. And if he needed to get over the law, to get it, he would. Influences had their perks. And these worked to his favor without a hitch.

"I'll give you three days for you to pack it up 'n leave."

"Three days?! Where am I going to find a place to live? My children... I can't leave-"

"I'm sure the local shelters will take you in gladly. Be grateful I got you time."

William seethed with his usual calm, sending shivers down Miguel's spine, as the boy held onto his mother's skirt.

The men turned around in their horses and soon began galloping away, but William got up on the beast back, remaining high and proud. Looking down at him.

For a man to make Conchata to clutch and hold on to him so protectively, meant she had no power at all. That she had been defeated. Something his childish brain thought impossible.

It reminded him the ways she sometimes protected him and Gabriel from George in his usual drunk fits.

That day, Pastor William Anderton remained forever engraved in Miguel's core memories and in his heart's growing rage.

Resentment wasn't often a feeling a boy so young like him should experience. But there he was, memorizing every dip, pore and soft wrinkle from the man's features so his heart and mind wouldn't forget him.

So he wouldn't forget who had been the monster that forced his family to leave and abandon everything he had known so far.

Miguel O'Hara had no longer a home.

But if there was something William had forgotten, was to never scorn a woman. Much less one with a fiery temper and a heart full of fresh wounds.

He had doused her wounded heart in salt, rubbed with it and then tossed it to the fire. To let it break and burn to ashes.

William hadn't shown mercy, despite the word coming from his mouth every Sunday in his church as part of his speech to the masses.

But Conchata's mind was already turning and plotting.

----

Miguel's upbringing was everything but easy, but that didn't stop him from achieving whatever goals he proposed.

Shelters and rental homes were left behind, and soon he earned a scholarship into a college, earning him a degree and masters in agronomy and large-scale management.

Gabriel in the meantime helped Conchata around the house. Having little side hustles for himself.

But as he grew up, so did his hatred for the Andertons. It didn't help that Conchata threw more dry hatred bones to the vengeful fire with her bitter tells. She always boasted on whatever little thing the Andertons did with spite and hatred in her heart.

William's face remained intact in Miguel's brain. Ever hardened and cruel, impassive to anyone else's suffering. Indifferent to his mother's pleas.

The day they left everything they knew, scarred him to this very day. Miguel sworn to one day, he'd owe his own estate, full of everything he always wanted.

He wouldn't have to sojourn through shelters and temporary homes ever again, having a hard time sleeping because of his mother's safety. He wouldn't have to look down in fear and shame when people that breathed and exhaled money, talked to him.

He wouldn't have to see his mother, shitty as she was sometimes, breaking down for not having for the most basic of needs. And he definitely wouldn't let himself to be trampled all over again by anyone. Not rich, nor poor.

Now, with a master's degree in his pocket, a new project rose in his mind. Train and rehab horses professionally. An emerging and blooming business within Santa Margarita.

Everything out of hearing that William entered a new venture. Purebred horses.

Of course a man like him had to be in the mouth of every people in town.

William ran the biggest church in the city, had multiple successful and clean business thanks to his estate, Cherryville. And now, the horses.

A novelty in town. He'd often see through the newspaper images of William and his wife, Rosaura, telling how wonderful and valuable they were for the community, and how much their philanthropic tendencies helped those in need. The man was rotting money after all.

Oh, the irony. Miguel sometimes wondered if William did it out of genuine vocation, cause he had to give the man some credit for keeping a saint facade in front of the rest for so long. He was doing it go hard or go home.

If people only knew the scum he is.

If everyone truly knew who Pastor William J. Anderton was, none would spare him a glance. None would look at his way twice to spare him some kind words. Everyone would shun him and mark him a fraud. His world would collapse. Something Miguel needed to achieve.

The purebred training horse's business opened his contact list, and with his smarts and the follow of his intuition, it took him a couple of years to get him in the map of those that were in dire need of help and could afford it.

Cause if he could exploit the rich, he wouldn't waste the chance of earning good money. Not when his personal estate was under construction and renovations, away in it's own heaven, outside Santa Margarita.

He stopped introducing himself as Miguel Stone long ago. He didn't want anything to do with that surname that stirred nothing but hatred and suffocating anger, towards the man that harmed his little and already broken family even more. And the O'Hara had earned him a bit of reputation.

A credible and respectful renown to meet people that gave him the chance to not only learn from the best horse trainers, but gave him the chance to apply everything he knew. Adding even more value to his resume.

Gabriel also graduated college, following Miguel's steps. Although the latter was more inclined to production than management. He was a more practical man than the over thinker of his brother.

Together they made a phenomenal duo, but when separated, months could pass before they saw eachother again.

But with Miguel's plan running, Gabriel promised him to remain close and available as possible to see it through.

In fact, William sought him out himself to ask him if he could train his horses and took full on responsibility of his farm.

-----

He was ready to set his plan into motion. None other than his number one enemy had hired him.

Miguel's body buzzed with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Being the best to get hired was scratched off his list.

Soon all the hatred festering in his heart to the man that destroyed his childhood and family, would come to fruition. But there was a remaining distraction.

Dana.

"Remind me again, why are you going to a farm to be exploited and mistreated by rich people?"

The soft voice behind him echoed in his room. Miguel sat naked on the bed, as the short-haired brunette with blue eyes hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek and neck.

"Gotta make it as believable as possible if I want to expose the Andertons."

Dana just hummed, seeing him so determined and focused into getting this family feud, settled once and for all, amused her to no end.

Dana rolled her eyes while resting her chin on his sharp and well worked shoulder, "But no need to be so serious."

It was Miguel's turn to roll his eyes and stand up, reaching his underwear in tandem.

"Don't be cold, Miggy. I just wanna see you again, once you're victorious, so we can keep celebrating"

Miguel chuckled with derision as he took a towel and wrapped it up loosely against his waist.

"I'm good, thanks. And there's no we in this."

"Are you sure? I mean, I spread word around on you and look at you now. The best trainer. I'd say I'm also part of this too"

Her voice irked sometimes whenever it got like this. Sickly sweet and full of lies. Even more when she purred nothing but half truths.

In truth, he had met Dana for the past six months, all thanks to Gabriel that suggested her as a contact link to those he wanted to get at. Filthy and obscenely rich people that needed someone to help them out with their properties as soon as possible, to salvage them out of sentimentalism.

Even though the initial chemistry was undeniable, it had worn out thanks to her insufferable and possessive attitude. And no matter how many times he'd tell her a plain and outright No, she kept insisting. She was the one that always returned and always ended up in his bed.

"Yeah, no. Look, I don't want you snooping around. And I mean it."

The only that believed that they were something. Sure, Dana served his purpose to keep those physical urges away, but other than that, there was nothing substantial about her he could say he was attracted to, besides her contacts.

Dana's hands tried to reach him, but Miguel stepped away from her touch, recoiling with haste and heading for the shower.

"If you ruin this for me, I swear, We'll have problems."

More than they already did? Impossible.

Dana just laughed, "Don't be mean, you gotta reward me one way or another for your clientele."

"Dios mio... Con qué loca me vine a enredar" (My God, what a crazy woman I came to get involved with)

He mumbled while stepping into the shower.

"I'll see you soon, baby." Her giggles had his eyes rolling with annoyance and his shoulders squaring.

He'd leave in a couple of hours, to start what his whole self had been preparing for years. Soon the Andertons would know him.

----

Returning to the place he grew up had his stomach in a tight and anxious knot, tighter than a hair's tangle.

The once colorless and rusty metal doors he loved to slam with his soccer ball while playing with Gabriel, were now turned into sturdy, iron structures that moved automatically. Sliding to the side to let him in as soon as he reported himself through the camera's speaker.

A Stony L-shaped wall held a metallic letters into another metallic structure. Cherryville Ranch.

He had arrived and his heart beat at the uncomfortable sensation of seeing his home destroyed and turned into a colonial-like resort.

Where there was a modest yet firm built, one floored home, was now a two floored manor that extended left to right. A vibrant sunset orange dressed the walls of the structure, adding enough color to the place sumptuous grandeur.

The staff ran up and down, bustling and moving like busy ants through the anthill, obeying the queen. Or rather monarchs.

His black Chevrolet Silverado parked outside, following the instructions of a man that gave him the ok with a good smile.

He had arrived ten minutes earlier, just in case. Miguel stepped out and put on his hat.

A black and brown flannel dressed up his torso snugly, a pair of jeans that did a wonderful job into containing his well worked legs, the belt just hugged his narrow waist, accentuating his sculpted physique.

The man offered his help with his suitcase, but Miguel refused with a polite smile.

"Keep going straight and you'll get to Mr. Anderton's office. It's the only brown door in this floor."

Strong hands clenched at the name of his enemy.

"Thanks."

Miguel had to take a moment to breathe in and take his surroundings.

Everything he remembered from his childhood, gone. His heart felt mike coming home to a stranger's home. Foraying in someone else's territory.

A someone that obliterated every single bit of his childhood, every piece of memory he created with Gabriel, forever gone and buried.

Replaced with over the top decors, a fake sense of coziness, hidden lies embedded in the sunset like sturdy walls, and people he once strived to be like. All now trespassers and inconnus.

Conchata always fed his brain into believing greater things, alway encouraged him to keep the hatred alive.

Would she be proud to see how far on his plan had he gotten? Probably. Even if she was busy with her new boyfriend that provided everything.

Some women shushed and spilled their gasp as he passed, leaving his presence alone to do the talk for him regarding the effect he had on women.

But this land, his once forgotten and forlorn home, would be his again.

With steadfast steps, he ventured in the enemy's territory, passing rooms and people that unavoidably watched him with brief curiosity.

But all those hubristic thoughts sapped away as soon as his eyes came in contact with the door.

A thrilled and anxious chill ran down his spine upon hearing the terse voice of his sworn foe, giving orders to someone in particular. Miguel's throat felt arid.

His heart thumped a miles per second, his breath paced into a more agitated pace and his eyes kept blinking, readying themselves to face his nemesis.

"Come in."

He obeyed and his nose flared, releasing a shaky exhale when seeing William. Same weather and cold face, the only difference was him looking a bit more rugged and his white hairs even more prominent.

It was as if time had barely passed over him.

It took every single cell and fibre of his body to control the urge to punch him in the face. But the satisfaction of having the reversed roles for a moment brought satisfaction like no other.

This time William had to crane up his head to see him, and a chill ran down his spine when meeting Miguel's red-ish brown eyes. Piercing and judging with all the intention of doing so, as if the very man before him knew his deepest secrets.

The door shut with a quiet click and Miguel stepped closer.

"Mr. O'Hara." William stood to meet him with a brief and firm handshake.

"Sir."

William nodded with a brief smile and gestured for him to sit before him.

"Must say what people say about you, do you justice."

"Good things I hope."

"Now. The property you'll be in charge is  in a bit of a mishap, I've barely had the time to fix it-"

"S'alright. It's part of the barn you said?"

"Indeed. Your functions are detailed in the contract, payment is every fortnight, unless you'd like to choose another type of payment time."

"Fortnight is alright."

William pushed the contract to Miguel, and this wasted no time in reading it and taking a picture of each page.

"Any doubts you, can call me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

Miguel signed and pushed the paper back to him. William put it on a folder and then put it on a file. He turned off his computer, and lead the way towards the stables.

"I've tried everything, and nothing works. People have told me to sacrifice the horse, but I can't do that."

Miguel wandered after William through the never ending halls of the estate, there was nothing left of his home. Not even the built in stone oven, where he'd watch Conchata prepare dinner and he'd help out with the tortillas.

Now full of modern equipment and full of people cooking different things he couldn't name.

Miguel had to admit that the stables were his favorite part from the whole dollhouse. William knew no concept of budget. But that was alright, cause every horse in it was worth every single penny and had turned it into a lovely stable aisle.

Each horse had its own fortified enclosure, well kept and clean. There were no bad odors, dirt, mud. None of that. Matter of fact, his eyes blinked when seeing some horses having a swim in a giant custom made pool.

Everything in Cherryville oozed with power and money.

Having revenge and interacting with horses he only dreamed of while getting paid, felt the ultimate fantasy came true.

The angry neigh of a horse snapped him out of his thoughts. The black Friesian stallion kicked and nipped another brown horse nearby. The caretakers immediately separated them both.

William sighed deeply and defeated. And Miguel approached to inspect the brown mustang horse.

"That's Joaquín. The black one is Agustín."

Miguel quirked his brow at the name choices but was glad to have something he was familiar with.

Miguel chuckled and nodded

"Do you know spanish, Mr. Anderton?"

"The amount enough to understand when my wife is angry."

"I see."

As much as he wanted to let out an array of insults here and there to test his words, he'd keep his sharp tongue for himself.

"You can start tomorrow, I'll let you get installed. The barn is in good conditions to suit your needs. If anything is missing, ask any of the helpers around."

With a final and firm handshake, William left.

Miguel gave himself a tour. He wanted to familiarize with the property as much as he could. He didn't like to rely on others for the simplest of task.

Even his way to the barn had been paved and well lighted. No longer being the muddy a d dark road he loved to splash his feet in, even if that meant to have his ear pulled by Conchata later.

The barn, like the rest, took his breath away. It looked like a house for himself.

He wasted no time into admiring the work, and effort put into it. The tack room was sure a thing, but his bedroom and office were even better conditioned. It was a place worth of his skills and knowledge.

Miguel begun unpacking and installing himself. From his window he could see yet another extension of property, Bodegas and the staff living quarters he supposed.

One thing he had forgotten about the place were the torrential rains that always seeped in. Sometimes the blackouts were so common he'd rather be candle lit.

And another entrance to the whole facility adjacent a couple of blocks from his barn.

---

He had finished his shower after spending his evening trying to get acquainted with Agustín and the rest of his crew. Overall and so far it seemed the perfect place to work, but also a challenge.

Thunders roared outside and rain kept flogging every surface it could, permeating to the core. He was ready to make his bed and call Gabriel when the lights were out.

A loud whir echoed through, before the lights returned, the generator wasted to time into working.

What alerted him was the main entrance opening and closing shut.

Had a worker slipped in?

Another blackout happened as he approached to the door only to find a soaked and gorgeous woman shivering on the entrance.

"Ma'am?"

----

Your friends had promised to be a casual party among the singletons in town, nothing more, nothing less. But time and drinks kept going, like the fun.

Until you had enough. As an Anderton you had a reputation to keep, but you were glad your friends made you feel a normal woman, free of keen and expecting eyes and societal etiquettes.

Free of the overbearing role model you had to be for being the Pastor's daughter.

But right now all you cared for was to get inside the barn to give your body a rest from the cold.

The once lovely dress you wore was now hugging you with a vice like grip, suffocating your curves like a second skin. The red and short cardigan around your shoulders did little to nothing to protect you from the unforgiving rain. Hair stuck to your shivering face, teeth clattered as you looked through the window. The rain had no intention to stop.

Your hands removed the cardigan, then tossed the clothing piece to the floor, as you rubbed some heat back.

"Ma'am?"

The rich and deep voice got you jumping in your spot.

"Oh, my god... I'm-" You swallowed when seeing the handsome man before you, dressed up in nothing but his grey sweatpants and some slippers. A towel hung loosely on one of his shoulders.

His brow quirked as his face remained serene.

"I-I'm sorry didn't know the barn was occupied."

You kept rubbing your arms, hoping for the rain to drop. A loud thunder made you recoil from the door, while the drip drops scurrying off your body rolled down to the floor, joining into a puddle beneath your red heeled sandals.

If it wasn't for your hair sticking on your cheeks, the man would definitely see the profuse blush emerging on them. Shirtless men weren't in your everyday occurrence, much less handsome and tall men with beautiful eyes that seized your soul.

A smirk came on Miguel's face, as he retrieved another towel from the bathroom and he approached.

"I got installed today, it's ok."

He gave you the towel, and you took with a grateful smile. Immediately pat drying your face, neck and arms.

He watched you with sharp eyes, following your hand's movement as he slicked back his hair.

You were gorgeous. And drenched to the bones. That little dress did little to keep his eyes wandering to your thighs, marveling at the soft and plumpness of them. He had to look away as soon as his eyes stopped on your chest. The outline of your nipples poking out the dress, gave him enough distraction for a moment.

You didn't look past twenties.

"Uhm..." Your sweet and stammering voice made him curious.

Such a polite girl.

"Yes?"

"Can I use the barn's phone, please?"

He shook his head softly and opened his office. Letting the door open for you to enter.

"Of course."

"Sorry for the floor."

Your arms crossed on your chest, giving him a glimpse of your cleavage. Then fetched the phone, the number however made him frown as it was William's personal contact number.

"Hello? Papa? Can you send someone to the barn with an umbrella, please?"

Papa

Miguel blinked as he stared your way from the door frame. This was even better than he anticipated.

He was so deep in his scheming that forgot William's family. So far he knew, the Anderton man had only one child. And he was now looking at said person.

He could see some bits of William in you, specially in your nose and cheekbones. The rest was your mother's doing.

And what a good job they've made.

"I know, I'm sorry. Got too caught up in the party."

Miguel luck couldn't truly get any better. He could even taste his revenge through his mouth. It was sweet as your perfume.

"Thanks. Love you!"

You hung up the call and smiled his way.

"Thank you. Mr...?"

"O'Hara. Miguel O'Hara."

You gave him your name with a sweet smile as he shook your hand amiably.

"Right. So you're the new trainer?"

His lax frame slanted against the doorframe, blocking your way from the entrance with his form. His eyes fixed you with an enigmatic smirk.

Your nervousness was making your mind a jumbled mess by simply being around him. Half-naked men and men were off the list. Mainly because your parents' strict beliefs. And the man that would get you, would be your future husband. Without discussion.

"I am. Yes. Quite impressive the settlement you've got."

"Ah, well. Dad takes seriously his businesses, and he needs all the help he can get. So thank you for coming."

"My pleasure to help, señorita."

His lip curled, almost imperceptible upon your flustered reaction. Your skin remained with goosebumps.

"Come. Let's get you warmed up."

You followed him to the fireplace and soon he got another towel since the one you had was soaked through.

You sat in front of the fireplace and he draped your shoulders with the dry and cozy towel to then sit across you.

"Thanks" You gulped and extended your hands towards the fire, gaining a much needed wave of heat.

He couldn't wait for you to leave and call Gabriel to tell him everything he had seen so far. Everything was beyond perfect, like if the universe itself had delivered his revenge on a silver platter.

A couple of minutes passed before a familiar voice to you echoed from outside the barn.

"Mi niña! Let's go!"

The ever familiar voice of your nana called, and you stood.

"Thanks for the help, Miguel."

"Anytime, señorita."

He nodded with a softened smile, that didn't reach his eyes and watched you leave.

"See you soon!" You waved and headed back to the main doors. Your heels clicking on the floor.

"Vicky!" you squeezed under the umbrella after your nana secured the towel.

You wanted to give Miguel a last thanking but the latter had already closed the door. You left to the manor.

Miguel rushed to fetch his phone and immediately called Gabriel. He picked up after the third ringing.

Miguel talked and rambled about everything he had seen, and Gabriel could only listen. Expectant.

"Lemme get some months in and then you can come. That way we gather more evidence."

"What about that woman? Anderton's daughter."

He sighed with a dreamy heave.

"She looks the type that's perfect for luring."

"Use her to your advantage. Hit em right where it hurts."

"I'll do it. Don't worry. She's too kind and sweet. Won't see it coming."

With this new piece of information, Miguel could do so many things. But his goal was clear.

He'd hit William right where he dared hit Conchata a long time ago.

He'd go after you. And if that meant to act like he adored you, then so be it.

His revenge was finally in motion.

----

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[weirdrandomtina]

Poppy character development appreciation post!

In Branch's old pod, when Poppy says he can talk to her, she pays full attention, never takes her eyes off him, and when he hesitates she continues to smile patiently. In World Tour, while he's trying to talk to her, she has her back to him and is focusing on watering the flowers, and when he hesitates, she only half pays attention.

When a friendly but random stranger picks up Branch who is clearly not liking to be thrown around, Poppy doesn't laugh about it or go along with it. And instead of saying politely, "hey, excuse me, could you please put him down", she literally snaps at JD, "STOP, PUT HIM DOWN RIGHT NOW". (and of course she refers to Branch as her boyfriend🥰)

"JD is only here because he needs something". When JD confirms that's true, Poppy could've said, "Nah, there's more to it than that", and JD could've said, "Yeah, Floyd's in danger..." and Poppy would've gone "See, told you..." Instead, she gives JD a deadpan look and says flatly, "C'mon, I'm trying here." Again, blunt and not Queen Poppy's usual giddy politeness.

Poppy wants to hear the full story of how she and Viva got separated, whereas before Poppy would've accepted Viva's vague explanation like, "Oh well, we're together now, everything's cupcakes and rainbows!" Now, Poppy recognizes Viva is changing the subject to avoid discussing negative feelings, and thanks to Branch, Poppy now knows that sugarcoating everything is not the way to deal with your problems. Also, Poppy is patient and gentle with Viva - she understands this is a sensitive / painful topic for her sister, and isn't pestering, "C'mon, tell me, tell me, I gotta know!"

In Trolls 1, when Cloud Guy teases Branch who clearly is not amused, Poppy laughs despite the life or death situation they're in. In Trolls 3, when JD teases Branch about wearing a smaller diaper, Poppy doesn't find it funny and doesn't say something like "Oh, come on, Branch, just go with it, have fun!"

When Branch tells Poppy he didn't need his brothers growing up and doesn't need them now, Poppy doesn't object or try to convince him to go back and make it work with them anyway. She just follows him, supporting him in the way he needs: being there for him no matter what. Since things didn't work out with Viva, Poppy realized family is indeed complicated.

When Poppy stops Branch from walking away, she doesn't only say, "I've always been by your side, give me some credit". She says how they've been by each other's sides. She didn't get annoyed that he implied she'll leave him, because she sees now that he's afraid of losing her like he lost his brothers and his grandma. She tells him she's not going anywhere in a sincere tone, not being silly or dismissive.

At Mount Rageous, Branch is the one taking the lead / making the plans while Poppy supports it and follows his lead. She isn't being reckless with Branch blindly following along, and she isn't making light of the situation (like in the first movie she scrapbooks his plan. Also, her 'plan' is to 'rescue everyone and make it home safely', which Branch points out is not a plan. Now she's helping him formulate an actual plan). When trying to get onto the yacht, she asks Branch, "What do we do?" She now is willing to listen to him and respects that he can be a leader, not just her.

Poppy very bluntly points out Velvet/Veneer's bad behaviour. No trying to justify it, no trying to change their minds with kind words and catchy songs, no asking nicely to let Brozone go - she screams that their phonies in front of a massive crowd, and the way she's angrily pacing tells me she wanted to say something worse. A huge change from Movie 1 and Movie 2 Poppy.

The protective-hand-reaching forward thing that Branch has always done to Poppy - she did to him!

BONUS - development from both Branch and Poppy: when she goes on her sister rant and he snaps her out of it, he starts shouting her name then softens, while she realizes what she's doing, snaps out of it, instantly calms down and gets to the point.

Here are some other great Poppy development posts I came across:

#queen poppy #trolls band together #broppy #character development #trolls 3 #trolls poppy #dreamworks trolls #appreciation post

[hazenllas]

Bewitched || Hazel Callahan

Pairing: Hazel Callahan x fem! Reader

Contains: fluff, mentions of alcahol/drugs (I tihnk that might be it)

(Apologies any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language)

Inspired by "Bewitched" by Laufey!!<3

Summary: You never quite understood why everyone around you was so deeply inlove with their partners until you met Hazel Callahan.

You were in your room while working on some extra homework Mr G gave you that was due the next day. You were laying on your bed staring at your paper. You were a bit distracted and drifted away for a moment until you felt a light tap o a pencil against your forehead. You look up in surprise blinking your eyes lightly and you look up at the girl infront of you. "You alright there? You kinda left me for a second." Hazel laughs looking at you with her big blue-ish/green-ish eyes. "O-oh yeah im good haze." You respond back, still in thought. You have had a giant crush on hazel since the first grade. You admired her dearly. You both did everything together and you enjoyed every last bit of it. You both knew the other was gay but you were bestfriends. You didn't want to ruin that. Hazel was your bestfriend and you couldn't handle losing the only person who you actually felt happy with.

"Y/n why don't we take a break? We've been at this for like 3 hours." Hazel says getting up from her spot. You nod and you both walk into your kitchen. You didn't have a very big house, but it was enough for you and your mom. You go into the fridge and find a bag of apple slices. You pull them out and drop them into a blue bowl. You bring the apples to Hazel who was in the dining room and hand them to her. "Here you go Haze" you say cheerfully, smiling down at her sitting figure. "Why thank you my lady" Hazel replies back, getting the bowl from your hands. You know that small comment shouldn't have made your heart flutter but it did. You both eat your apple slices while Hazel talks about the family dining party she was forced to go to the next day. "Y/n I really don't want to wear a dress. Like I'd rather die than wear anything like that." Hazel says making a disgusted look. You laugh at her. "Hazel, it'll be okay. It's just one night an after that you can throw it in the garbage!" You reply to her grabbing an apple slice and popping it into your mouth. As soon as Hazel is about to answer, you hear a turn on the doorknob and immediately know it was your mother. She walks into the house with a drunk-ish look plastered on her face. "Shit you gotta go Hazel I'm sorry" you look at her and give her a big hug. "Okay okay bye Y/n I'll see you tomorrow at school?" Hazel asks looking at you. "Of course Haze, okay bye" You reply pushing Hazel out of the door. "Who is that girl?" Your mom asks sitting on the couch. "Mom that's Hazel. Remember?" You reply looking at your mom. "Oh yeah that girl you always talk about? You seem to like her y/n" your mom says not paying attention to you. "Oh yeah um-" "Y/n, it's okay if you like her. I will support you either way, I promise. Now go get me another beer." Your mom says going to lay onto the couch. "Yeah yeah um sure mom." You reply with a smile. Your mom wasn't usually this nice. You grab a beer from the fridge and hand it to her.

You get into class and sit right behind Hazel. Something that you noticed a lot lately is that your mind is only circled around Hazel and only Hazel. You can't last a minute without missing her when shes not around. Youve obviously liked her for years but now its different. Every girl around you has fallen in love. and you crave that badly. You crave that feeling with Hazel. You look up at Hazel to already see her turned around in her seat smiling. "Hey Y/n, i was thinking maybe tonight could i come over? My mom is going to have her new boyfriend over and im not feeling like hearing my mom moan some random man's name all night." Hazel says chuckling a bit. "Sure Hazel, my mom won't be home so we will be good." You giggle twirling your pen around. She nods and turns back to her origional position.

After school you get home and begin cooking dinner for you and your mom. You make some mac n cheese and put some in a bowl for your mom. Right as you begin eating your food, you mom comes into the kitchen with a cigarette in her left hand. "I m going to be going out don't do any kinda stupid shit while im gone." Your mom says grabbing her bowl and walking out of the door. as soon as your mom slams the door shut you run to call Hazel and give her the sign to come over. You wait patiently for her arrival and tap your spoon against the empty bowl. You hear a soft knock agains the door and immediately know it Hazel. Your eyes light up and you run toward the door. You open it to see the taller woman infront o you. "Hey haze!" You say excitedly. "Hey,love. " Hazel responds patting your head softly. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" i have some extra popcorn packets on top of the fridge!" You ask Hazel walking towards the living room. Hazel nods and runs to sit on the couch. You yell for Hazel to find a movie and you begin making popcorn. You pop the packets in the microwave and wait. After you tear open the bag and pour the popcorn in two purple bowls. You jump ono the couch and give Hazel your popcorn.

After the movie, you both just look up at your ceiling, bored to death. "Hey wanna go out to the streets? we can take a little walk?" Hazel asks looking down at you. "I mean sure? couldn't hurt" You answer hopping up from the couch to put your sneakers on. You both walk to the door and you walk out of the house. You live close to the city part of your town so you were surrounded by city lights and multiple tiny shops. You both take hold of each other's hands and start running down the streets. Everything felt unreal. you were both dancing and messing around that nothing else felt important. The sun was down by now s it was just both of you surrounded by the dim street lights. you start giggling until Hazel comes to a start. you stop as well and she takes a step towards you. Your body tenses up as she looks at your pink lips. Her eyes look so sparkly. The world freezes around you as she leans in to kiss you. your hands instantly go to her neck as hers go to your waist pulling you in closer and closer, You hum into the kiss and begin kissing her back. You eventually pull away an stare at her. "It's getting late. i better go. Good night, Y/n." Hazel whispers kissing your forehead. You are still frozen in your spot until you look back to see Hazel's figure dissapearing into the night. You couldn't beleive it. You just KISSED Hazel. your mind went blank and you began walking home.

Since that day, you fell more in love with Hazel. So much to the point that you missed her even when she was standing right infront of you. You were so bewitched by her that it was like she was controlling your every thought and movement. You could only focus on her. You wanted a future with Hazel. Since that day you both still hadn't talked about the incident and didn't confess the obvious feelings you had toward each other. But today you wee going to o it. today you were going to tel her how much you love her.

After the last period ended, you saw Hazel walking outside of the school doors. You run up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Oh hey Y/n Whats up? Hazel asks you, taking off her headphones. "Can we talk for a moment?" You ask. "Yeah sure lets go to the side over here." Hazel guides your hand towards the brick wall on the side of the school. "Haze, i need to tell you something. something ive been keeping from you for a while. Just promise me this won't ruin our friendship?" You ask Hazel with teary yes. Yours and Hazel's friendship was one of the only thins you cherished most and you didnt want to risk losing it over some stupid little crush you had on your best friend. "Yes yes i promise. Just let it out Y/n." Hazel says holding your shoulders. Hazel, i like you. i like you a lot. matter of fact i am in love with you. and i have been for such a long time. You make me feel like im able to be myself around you. I don't know, im sorr-" You ramble until Hazel leans in to kiss you hungrily. "Ive heard enough. fuck- i like you too Y/n" Hazel whispers against your mouth. After a bit, you both pull away and hazel lifts your chin up with her pointer finger. "You have bewitched me, Y/n." Hazel says before latching hr arm around your waist an heading to her car.

Tags: @vster0769

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[dabislittlemouse]

Hello! I just discovered your page and I love your writing style.

I had this idea in my head for while now.

You know how Dabi went and visit Hawks’ mom for information about him? Well, what if he had a lovable little sister who was clueless about who Dabi is. She thought “oh, he is friends with my big brother there is no harm talking with him.”

Dabi flirts with her a good bit and Hawks comes home like “get away from my cute little sister!” But he does it around about way.

tainted angel 🪽 (pt.1)

PART 2 // PART 3// THE COMPLETE MASTERLIST divider by @cafekitsune

ෆ Pairing: DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon in the next chapters so this one is mostly safe.

ෆ Before you read further: this is written entirely on Dabi’s POV. There are specific descriptions for Hawks’ sister such as hair color, eye color, skin, wings etc. and she is a female, age 20-21.

ෆ A/N: I love this request so much, it had my writing flowing so naturally and my motivation reached the sky. I hope you like this!

Another boring day of relentlessly hunting down for information. Walking in the empty alleyway, the weather’s getting bitter, clouds darkening the sky as rain is starting to fall, plinking against my black leather jacket. Man, I fucking hate rain. Feels uncomfortable on my skin, not to mention it weakens my quirk. But I have to finish this job. Once I start something today, I never leave it for tomorrow, cause we never know what tomorrow could bring. Unexpected things are not my forte, I prefer to plan my steps way ahead, I look closely at every clue and untangle any information that I see beneficial. Always one step ahead of my enemies, nothing goes away without catching my eye. No matter how small it is.

No matter how fast it is.

Yes, Hawks, the fastest hero out there, too fast for his own good. I chuckle under my breath, rolling my eyes at the thought of the traitorous pro hero. He’s been pretty useful so far, proven himself loyal to the cause. But something doesn’t sit right with me, hence the reason why I’m out there searchin’ for more information. Maybe it’s his sickening hero charm, makes me wanna vomit. Maybe it’s the fake smile he puts on that stupid face, who knows.. a traitor will always be a traitor. If he went as far as to betray the heroes, I won’t be surprised if he turns his back on us villains again.

Though if that happens, he will be incinerated before he even knows it. Burnt to ashes, those red feathers set ablaze by my own scorching flames. My hand itches at the thought of showing him his place, though I gotta stick with the plan and use him for all his worth.

Bzzz.

The sound of my burner phone grabs my attention. Probably one of my men who I’ve sent to stalk and watch over Hawks. Or maybe Twice, wanting to fuck around because he is lonely. Tch, I’m not in the mood either way.

“This better be important..” I rasp under my breath. Lately my patience’s been thin. Don’t know why.

“Sir, we have found something”

It was indeed one of the men I hired. Yeah, about time they finally made themselves useful. I hum in response, letting the man continue.

“The woman we found, she might be related to Hawks. According to the clues we’ve been gathering, it’s highly possible she could be his mother. If not his mother, then for sure someone from his family. We have found her address, all we need is your order so we can break in and get her for you, sir” the man explained.

“Mm there’s no need. I’ll pay the lady a visit myself” I smirk, knowing that she will be more intimidated by my grotesque sight only and start spilling everything. After the men give me her address, I waste no time to go there. Fortunately not too far from where I am right now.

Something weird forms in my chest. Not sure why, but I feel like I’m gonna have fun~

******

The picture I got sent was of a woman who seemed to be in her 40s, pale skin and exhausted eyes, big fluffy light brown hair, almost drained out of life. This is beyond weird, the mother of a pro hero who looked like she had lost her will to live? Ain’t no way. Supposedly the families of pro heroes usually live their best life.

A thought runs through my head and I chuckle. Damn, I should know by now, the families of pro heroes are those who in fact suffer the most.

Memorising the woman’s face and the address, I am now right in front of her house. It’s a small normal house, nothing fancy or special about it whatsoever. The rain has long stopped. I stop in front of her door, before giving it a few slow knocks. Nobody opens the door. I knock once again, if this door isn’t opened soon I’m gonna have to-

“Coming!! Just a second!!” A chirpy voice was heard, footsteps getting faster towards the door. This voice sounded lively, not the voice I could’ve imagined for the woman I’m looking for.

As the door opened, the sight in front of me leaves me speechless. My eyes widen a bit, taking in at person in front of me.

It’s a girl. Not the old woman in picture, this is a young pretty thing. Could be at her twenties, not sure. As she opens the door wider, she fixes her disheveled hair, removing those golden locks off her face while her caramel eyes fixed on mine, blinking in confusion with those pretty lashes. And her pjs, almost too revealing. Freckles cover her cheeks, her skin looks soft. It doesn’t take long for me to notice a pair of angelic white wings behind her.

“Umm hello, how can I help you with?” she asks, her voice meek and shy as she looks up at me under her lashes.

Fuck, it’s like the whole world stopped the moment I laid eyes her pretty face. I need to focus.

“Sorry for the bother, dollface” I manage to bring a friendly smile on my face but my raspy voice always betrays me. “I am looking for Hawks. I’m a friend of his..”

“Oh, Hawks? I’m sorry but my brother is not here at the moment. Maybe he is at his agency, did you check there?” she smiles back.

Before I find myself wondering why she is not scared by my appearance, my mind focuses on that one simple word: brother. She called Hawks her brother, so that means..

“Wait, don’t tell me that guy kept such a pretty thing like you hidden from me? You’re his sister?” I smirk, leaning on the doorstep, still stunned by the fact that the pro hero had a little sister.

“O-Oh yeah, I’m Takami Y/N!” she blushes, and my smirk grows wider knowing that such simple interaction already got me half of the information. That Hawks has a sister, and his last name is Takami.

“He doesn’t prefer to talk much about us in public” she continues. “It’s best for our safety”

Poor naive little thing. Got no clue in the world who I am, thinking I’m a friend. Is this how the hero looks over his family?

“Well well, that guy is full of surprises. You look a lot like him to be honest, that pretty hair of yours and those wings. A real angel aren’t cha?”

Her face is a blushing mess, all she can do is squirm in front of me and smile awkwardly. I came here for other purposes but damn it.. this pretty angel got me fucking hooked already. So petite, so innocent, a ray of sunshine, if I touch her with my destructive bloody hands I could probably defile her.

This thought gives me a sick twisted feeling in my chest, my eyes flaring in excitement.

“I-If you’d like I can invite you over for some tea? I can call my brother to come in the meantime. It’s only me and my mom here” she shyly says, breaking eye contact. I may be delusional, I am not the most handsome motherfucker out there I know, but she is acting like she saw her school crush. But I have to admit, I do have a sort of charm too. Call it villain charm if you will.

“Sure thing”. Making it easier for me princess, but also harder to focus on my main goal when you’re such beautiful distraction.

As my eyes wander around the living room, she hurries to the kitchen to prepare the tea. Enough time for me to find the lady in question. Her room was not hard to find, she was sitting on her bed. Simply entering and closing the door, I reach to her fast, putting a hand on her mouth.

“Don’t make a single sound or I will burn your sweet daughter to ashes” I threaten, showing her the blue flames flickering on my fingers. She nods, sweating and eyes widened in panic.

“Now..” I let her go while she stands there frozen in fear. “I’ll ask you some questions regarding to your son… and you’ll answer honestly. And trust me, I can tell when someone’s lying, so do not test me woman” I say sternly, all she does is whimper.

****

“Hey I thought you left?”

I find the pretty angel sitting on the couch, a confused look on her face.

“Ah m’sorry doll, had to use the bathroom. Also had a little chat with your mother, been a long time since I last saw her..”

It takes a lot for me to not burst into laughter, acting as if I’ve been Keigo’s childhood friend or something.

Keigo. Keigo Takami. This was his full name according to that woman. She didn’t hesitate to give me all the essential information, afraid I’d burn this place down and harm her precious daughter. Apparently that birdbrain’s been taken from the HSPC since a kid, trained to be a professional hero. And most importantly, his dad was a criminal, murdered someone back then.

Tch, the son of a criminal becoming a hero.

And the son of a hero becoming a criminal.

What a world.

I sit down on the couch, almost too close to his sister. My eyes hungrily take on the sight of her soft plush thighs, her chest, her plump lips.

“Tell me more about yourself dollface” I say, totally ignoring the tea and playing with some of her hair. “Y’gonna be a hero like your brother?”

“Ah none of the sort. I’d rather not get myself into heroic stuff” she giggles, and that sound has my jeans tighten uncomfortably. It’s taking everything in me to not pounce on her right here right now, stripping her off everything and making her scream for me. Just imagine the sight her brother would come across to if he suddenly shows up, her little sister all naked and bruised, used for my own sick pleasure..

Such an angelic being, I have the need to fucking break her and shape her however I see fit. A man like me could never be deserving of her.

“You don’t want to be a hero? How come? Wouldn’t you like to save people, princess? To fight against big scary villains who threaten the innocent out there..”

“I don’t think that’s a job for me. I can still help people without being a hero. And I don’t think I’d be strong or brave enough to go against villains, you know?” she says, playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Awn, poor thing, y’scared from villains?” I grin, placing my scarred hand on her knee, feeling her smooth skin. She squirms, probably by the warmth of it. The way she bites her lower lip nervously has my cock throbbing in my pants. Little does she know she’s in the presence of one of the most dangerous villains in Japan.

“Y’think they gonna hurt you? Maybe they will, if they see you so cute and vulnerable out there, they won’t hesitate to hunt ya down”. My firm grip on her knee has her swallowing, nodding silently.

“So I hope your brother protects you enough” I chuckle. “Cause see, if I was a villain? Man, I’d do anything to kidnap you and make you mine”

Her eyes widen, she laughs nervously, thinking this was some joke. Far from it.

“But you’re no villain right? You’re just my brother’s friend?” she murmurs, feeling tense. Her body language is so easy to read.

“Yes baby, I’m only his friend. My appearance might creep ya out but I promise I’m safe”

She seems to calm down a little. Completely unaware of what I could be capable of.

“Your appearance is not creepy by the way” she says. “I’d say it’s more.. unique. In a good way. I’ve never seen someone who looks like you”

I raise my eyebrows. Her words have me taken aback. For the longest time all I’ve gotten were stares filled with fear or disgust, couldn’t blame them. But this was a new thing, I feel something strange in my chest at her comment. Fuck, I don’t like this. I can’t seem to find any good comeback now, not when she’s staring at me so longingly. I’d rather have her scared, calling me an ugly monster, rather than this.

“Cute little thing wants to get on my good side huh? Wanna charm me, get me hooked with those sweet words? Y’need to be careful~” I say teasingly, reaching to grab her chin and have her look at me. I stare at her caramel eyes, wondering how they’d look full of tears.

“N-No it’s just the truth, I’m not lying” she shakes her head. “If I found you scary I wouldn’t have let you come inside”

“Come inside?” I raise an eyebrow. “Y’need to be more specific..or this might get another meaning”

She looks confused, not getting it at first, but the moment she sees the perverse smile on my face, her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that pervert! I meant come inside my house!”

I let out a laugh, probably the only genuine laugh I had after such a long time. God, she’s so cute and fun to mess with. Such gem that Hawks kept hidden from me. Well, not anymore.

After some time chatting with my angel, the door bursts open. I turn around, smirking at the familiar face.

“Look who decided to show up!” I stand up, opening my arms as if waiting to receive a hug from him. “The winged hero. I was looking for you. I had the pleasure of meeting your family, y’never told me you had a little sister? Such pretty thing you never mentioned her to anyone, I thought we were close friends Keigo..”

The expression on his face is entertaining, he looks beyond shocked. Probably didn’t expect for me to call him by his real name. Or when his sister comes after me, too close, a bright charming smile on her face.

“Welcome home! I invited Dabi inside to wait for you, couldn’t let him out in the pouring rain-”

“Y/N get back in your room. Now” The hero’s voice is stern, serious, and the poor girl’s smile fades off her face. His piercing gaze never leaving mine. I’m not intimidated at the slightest, it’s mostly amusing.

“But Kei-”

“Now” he repeats. As she prepares to turn around and leave, I reach to grab her hand, not letting her go.

“Very overprotective aren’t cha, big brother?” I smirk, bringing his sister closer to me, wrapping my hands around her waist. Hawks looks like he is ready to kill me, anger visible in his golden eyes now that I’m playing around with his little sister, probably his weakest spot that he tried to keep hidden from the world.

“Me and her already clicked. She’s very fun to have around, we chatted a lot when you weren’t here didn’t we angel?” I turn to her, all she does is blush and nod shyly. I tap my fingers around her small waist, making her squirm. It takes everything in me to not dig my fingers on that soft skin and leave bruises. Then I reach for her white wings, and apparently she is very sensitive there. The way those wings flutter and she tries to break free from my grip, whining for me to stop. And all of this in front of her brother.

“Very nice of you to treat my friend this way” Hawks says, seems like he already caught up what’s going on. He’s playing it cool, so I won’t hurt his family. “Dabi, could you come outside now? We have stuff to discuss.”

I do not protest further, there’ll be enough time to stay with my angel now that I already know where she lives and where she studies. My new little toy.

“See ya later, dollface” I pinch her cheek, before sliding my hand across her jawline. My thumb touching her lower lip slightly, and the softest gasp leaves her pretty mouth.

“Bye Dabi..” she whispers, almost hypnotised by my touch. My name rolling off her tongue is the sweetest melody my ears could ever hear.

Can’t wait to come back for you, sweetheart

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[specialagentlokitty]

Will Graham x reader - non traditional family

Will with a reader who loves dogs just as much as him and brings home a rescue dog that had been treated really bad in its previous home and them just trying to get the dog to trust them, if you’re willing to write for it that is <3 - @panic-in-the-multiverse 💜

Sitting in the doorway to the bathroom, you smiled a little to the dog that was sat in the far corner of the room, head down watching you from the corner of his eye.

“Here Hugo.”

You placed a treat on the floor and slid it over to him, and he shuffled back a little bit, cautiously sniffing it.

You had set up a barricade to stop the other dogs from coming over, but you did get up, closing the bathroom door and made your way over with some treats for them.

You scratched behind their ears, giving them all treats, not bothering to look up as the front door was opened.

“Why is half the house sectioned off?” Will asked.

“I did a thing. And these guys can’t come into the area yet.”

Will looked at you as he shrugged his jacket off, petting all the dogs as he made his way through them all.

“What did you do?” He asked.

He stepped over the stairgates that you had put up around the place to keep the other dogs away from the bathroom.

You placed your hand on his chest, making him stop in his tracks, and you brought your hand up to his head, touching the bandaid that was on his forehead.

“What’s happened love?” You asked.

“Suspect charged at me, he hit my head of the wall. It’s fine.”

You slowly nodded your head, brushing some hair away from his face.

Will stared into your eyes for a moment before he leant down, and you met him halfway to kiss him.

He placed his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place before he moved away, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s fine..” he mumbled.

“I worry…”

“I know. Are you going to tell me what you did?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth and held out your hand to him, letting him decide if he what he wanted to do, and he placed his hand in yours.

You led him over to the bathroom, hovering your other hand over the door handle.

“Gotta keep quiet, he’s scared.”

“He?”

You slowly opened the door, and you sat back down in the doorway.

Will looked at the dog that had laid down, still facing the door.

He crouched behind you, resting his arms on his knees.

“What’s his name?”

“Hugo, he’s a rescue from work, he came in today. He was caged constantly, and was being trained as a fighting dog, we believe he’s a German shepherd but we can’t be sure until his coat grows back properly, but he’s got all the features of one.”

Will nodded his head.

“His health?”

“A little malnutrition, some wounds that need healing, and he was covered in ticks, but we vaccinated him today, he doesn’t have fleas, and he’s not aggressive to other dogs just scared.”

Will reached down into the pocket of your sweater, pulling out a couple a treats.

He sat against the other part of the doorframe, sitting opposite you, his legs over yours.

He leant over, setting a treat on the floor and pushed it over slightly while you just watched, taking mental notes of Hugo’s behaviour.

Will glanced over at you, watching as you studied the new addition to the pack, and he turned back to Hugo.

“How long has he been here?”

“Since this afternoon. He came in this morning but couldn’t handle being in the kennel.”

Will nodded.

“Have you eaten?”

“No, but I did bring some food home. I forgot to make dinner though, sorry.”

Getting up, Will brushed his hand over your shoulder, making his way into the kitchen.

“I can’t see you.”

You moved to the side he was sat on, and sat further into the hallway so he was able to see you from where he was stood.

You smiled softly at him.

“So, what did you do today?”

“You don’t want to know.”

You laughed softly.

“I do, you know I do. I like hearing about your day.”

Will glanced up from where he was stood and went back to preparing the food, telling you about his day.

He went front start to finish, leaving out anything that seemed a little too intense, and you just sat there listening to him, occasionally checking on Hugo.

You ate there, and when it came to going to sleep, you closed the door again, making sure the other dogs couldn’t get in.

Making your way over to the bed you stood at the side of it and Will looked up from his book, smiling slightly at you.

“Are you coming to bed?” He asked.

Will knew full well what you were waiting for, and he just sat there waiting for you to say it and you stood there stubbornly for a few minutes.

After being stubborn your finally sat on the bed next to him, lifting his arm so you were able to get under it, resting your head on his chest.

Will dropped his arm over your shoulder, putting his book in his other hand, resting his hand on your head.

“Are you staying home tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded a little.

“Okay, I’ll stay. What do you have planned?”

“Nothing really, we both have the day off, and I’m lazy and don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Well, how about ice fishing? Will you come with me if I go?”

“You know I will love.”

Will smiled a little to himself, turning his attention back to his book while you just laid over him, moving every so often.

Now you were laid with your back on his chest, his hand in yours resting on your stomach.

Will was asleep, and you were still awake, unable to sleep, you hadn’t been able to sleep for a few hours, so you finally got up.

You kissed the side of Will’s head, making your way off the bed and grabbed one of his jackets, pulling it on and you made your way towards the bathroom.

Opening the door, you stepped inside and laid down on the other side of the room to Hugo who was watching you.

You smiled at the dog, and rested an arm under your head to try sleep in there.

Thankfully you did after a short while.

Will wake up from a nightmare, and he searched around the bed for you and he shot up when he couldn’t find you.

“(Y/N)?”

Will stood up, throwing the sheets from the bed.

“(Y/N)?!” He whisper yelled.

He checked the couch to see if you went to sleep on there, knowing sometimes you would go there if you couldn’t sleep.

You weren’t in there so he turned to the kitchen, making his way over he stopped by the bathroom and opened the door.

He turned the light on and Hugo shot up from being laid in the middle of the floor and went back over to the other side of the room.

You grumbled a little bit and he turned the light back out.

Will laid down next to you, his arm over your waist.

“Sorry…” he whispered.

He touched his forehead against yours, closing his eyes again and you brought your hand up to run it through his hair.

“Nightmare…?”

He nodded his head, you rolled on to your back, lifting his head to rest it on your shoulder.

“It’s okay…” you whispered.

You and Will went out the next day, leaving a shirt that belong to you both in the bathroom for Hugo, and you carried on sleeping in there with the dog.

You did everything you needed to earn his trust, slowly letting him meet the other dogs, letting him explore every so often.

“I think we should get another dog.”

“Really?” Will asked.

“Yeah, you can never have too many dogs.”

Will looked at you from where he was stood at the other end of the bed.

You grinned at him.

“You’re only saying that because you’ve all taken over the bed.”

You ran a hand over Hugo’s head as he laid next to you, holding your other arm out for Will.

“There’s always room for you.”

“It’s fine, I’m going for a walk. Will you be alright here?”

“Have you seen our dogs? Of course I will.”

Will walked over, leaning down to gently kiss you, and he walked over to the door, whistling and all the dogs aside from Hugo ran after him.

“Will that’s not fair!”

You got up, walked over to where he was already holding out your jacket for you.

You pulled your shoes on and slipped into your jacket, calling for Hugo who nervously came padding over.

“I knew you’d come.”

“You took my dogs…”

“Your dogs? I didn’t know my dogs were your dogs.”

Will opened the door for you.

“What’s yours is mine love.”

He hummed a little bit, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he trailed behind you.

“Does that mean that whatever you have is mine then?” Will asked.

“Yup.”

You carried on walking, occasionally throwing a snowball for the dogs to chase and will just kept a close eye on you and Hugo

#Hannibal #Hannibal x reader #Hannibal x you #Hannibal imagine #will Graham #will graham x reader #will graham x you #will Graham imagine

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Dating Site (w.m)

Requested <3

 WandaG!PxFem Reader

sorry i haven't posted in a few days guys family came up from England and I've had a full house hahaha anyway i will be posting an AN in a few hours or tomorrow so please check it out when posted love yall thank you for reading as always i hope yall enjoy!

Y/ns POV:

I bite my nails feeling a little nervous as my mind runs wild I have a date tonight well in the next few hours and the thing that's making me nervous is I met her online on a dating site we've spoke on the phone but tonight is our first date her voice is heavenly I could listen to her talk all day and night "y/n coffees getting cold" my roommate yells snapping me out of my thoughts I quickly get up and walk into the livingroom "dude what if tonight goes wrong what if she doesn't like me or something" I sigh taking a sip of my coffee "y/n I see the way you smile at your phone when she texts or calls think positively what if she does like you what if she's the one worst case scenario you get railed by a sexy chick and never speak again" she says with a wink as she gently pushes my shoulder making me laugh "you know what youre right thanks jill" I finish my coffee before heading back to my room to shower and get ready. 

4 hours later:

Me:Hey I just arrived see you soon x 

I set my phone down as I sit at the table waiting for my date just a causal coffee shop date but its a cute little coffee shop my leg starts to bounce as my nervous build up "y/n..." I look up to see the most stunning girl I've ever laid my eyes I feel like all the oxygen has left my body "hey wanda right?" I say with a smile as I stand up to hug her which she returns I quickly pull her chair out for her as she sits "I'm glad you came" I say nervously we fall into a comfortable conversation It feels so natural we spend 3 hours talking getting to know eachother

"I can't believe it's 9pm already can I walk you home" she says with a smile I nod as we walk to my house continuing our conversation "well this is me" I say as we stop infront of my apartment she pulls me into a hug making me smile as I pull away she kisses my cheek "I'd love to go out on another date with you if you'd allow me to take you out" she says looking into my eyes I feel my cheeks flush and nod "yes of course" I say before we bid our goodbyes.

3 weeks later:

"You've been smiling at your phone for 19 minutes " Jill says making me look up "shut up tonight's my 4th date with wanda she's just text details I was thinking of asking her to come up tonight so do you mind if I have the place to myself " I say biting my lip me and wanda have been flirting alot making out and we always stop before it gets heated but tonight I wanna invite her up "oh la la la I can't believe youre on your 4th date and you haven't fucked yet" she says making me blush "dude shut up"

 Wands: See you tonight beautiful *1 imagine attached* 

I spit out my water looking at my phone as I open the picture an image of wanda wrapped in a short towel appearing on my screen oh fuck I can't breathe "what was that for!!" I look over to Jill covered in my water "you got sent a nude Holy shit!" I shake my head "no no I didn't I gotta go get ready bye and sorry" I quickly run to my room closing the door I lean my body against it as I bite my lip I strip to my matching bra and panties as I take a picture in the full length mirror

Me:I spit water all over my roommate thank you very much *1 image attached* 

I put my phone down and remove my bra and panties as I get in the shower I quickly get washed and wash my hair it takes roughly 20 minutes before I climb out and wrap myself in a towel I bite my lip as I walk in excited to check my phone I pick it up and screw my face up as there's no reply I start to type a message

Me: the picturewasn't that bad was it I thought my ass looker rather good in those panties..

I towel dry my hair as my phone dings

Wands: Baby baby baby I'm so sorry I was to busy trying to remember how to breathe then I couldn't take my eyes off the photo and youre right.. fuck your ass looked AMAZING in those panties holy shit

Me: Thank god I thought it was to much and you didn't wanna speak I got scared, I can't wait to see you soon baby and I have the place to myself tonight so I was thinking we could come back here afterwards?..

Wands:I have an idea why don't we just have the date at your apartment we can watch movies make out have a glass of wine or 2 make out talk and make out oh and did I say make out? 😉 

Me: That sounds like a plan I'll see you soon and i uh i dunno maybe we should uh make out?😏 

I put my phone down and I run out in my towel "Jill wandas just coming here for our date if you don't mind heading out please and thank you" I head back into my room and start getting ready since we're staying here I decided to go for short shorts and a tight vest top that shows my cleavage perfectly I throw my hair up in a messy bun as I sit on my bed deciding to watch an episode of friends to kill time 

2 hours later

"OK im off y/n byeee" my roommate yells "ok bye see you tomorrow" I yell back 10 minutes later my phone dings

Wands: I'm here baby 

I quickly run out to let her in as she wraps her arms around me holding me tight "I see you went for the casual look, I love it" she whispers in my ear making me smile as I step back "you look beautiful" i say truthfully as I pull her into the apartment we ordered some pizza as I spent the full time admiring her, her laugh her smile everything "that was some great pizza" she says leaning back as I agree we spend the next 3 hours cuddling watching a friends I feel the urge to kiss her so I sit up and straddle her waist as I sit "mh hey" she whispers as her hands settle on my thighs I quickly press my lips against hers as I start to make out with her the kiss quickly heats up a moan leaving my lips as I feel something hard pushing against my core I look at her a little shocked as she looks down avoiding my gaze I hold her chin gently making her look up at me "hey don't ever be ashamed I'm still here I don't care that you have a dick I find it hot" before I know it her lips smash against mine as we make our way to my bedroom the feeling of her hard member pressed against me only turning me on more "I can't wait to feel you" I pant out against her lips as we fall onto the bed our clothes being thrown everywhere until we're both naked I bite my lip at the sight of her as she does the same "fuck y/n"

she looks at me lust in her eyes as she stops and sits on the bed "I have something I need to say" she says looking nervous I sit up and rub her back "hey you can tell me anything its ok" she turns to look at me taking my hands "I have a BDSM kink" she says low as a giggle leaves my lips "me too I love being tied up" she looks at me shocked as the lust takes over her eyes once again "do you wanna do it" she says turning to me I quickly lean over into my drawer and pull out ropes making her smirk "oh you kinky little slut" her words turn me on more as I lay with my legs and arms spread "tie me up daddy" as soon as I speak the words she flicks her wrists and my arms and legs are tied to the bed I look at her shocked "that's a story for another time babygirl for now just relax if you want me to stop at anytime say Red ok?" I moan and nod as eyes explore my naked exposed body "ok daddy" I whimper as her hands slide up my thighs to my core her fingers spreading my pussy lips as a moan leaves both our mouths "look how wet you are for me princess such a naughty girl" she says as her slender fingers slide into my tight cunt causing me to arch my back and moan "mmmh fuck wands right there feels so good" I moan as she kisses up my body thrusting her fingers perfectly hitting all the right spots her lips latch around my right nipple as she sucks taking no mercy I can't help but scream her name as she curls her fingers hitting my gspot with each thrust "I'm gonna..oh god I'm gonna..cum" I pant as I cum all over her talented fingers my breathing rapid as she slips her fingers out "such a good girl did that feel good baby" I nod as I try to control my breathing "are you ready to take my dick babygirl" she says as she positions herself between my spread legs the sight enough to make me cum again I let out a whimper as she runs her head through my cum soaked cunt "please daddy please" I beg still breathing rapidly I feel her line herself up to my entrance as her hand grabs my tit I feel her slam deep inside me "uh fuck y/n shit your so fucking tight" she moans into my eyes as she starts thrusting "so big so big" I pant desperately needing to touch her to pull her tighter into me "fa..faster daddy" I moan as she starts pounding my cunt faster and harder I've never been this turned on I've never been this wet but fuck me does she do something to me and I love it "yes yes yes!!! Don't stop please oh my fucking god yessssss" I scream as she slams her length into me at a bruising pace her moans in my ear making it harder not to cum "let go princess cum all over my dick" as soon as she whispers into my ear it's game over I cum all over her dick as she continues to pound me faster "fuck wanda cum inside me" she groans and I feel her thrusts become sloppy letting me know she's close "I need to feel you filling me baby p..please" I pant as another orgasm crashes over me after a few more thrusts I feel her deeper than before as she slams inside me shooting her load into my cunt her body collapses onto mine as we both pant trying toget our breaths back "I have never..felt that amazing" I whisper into herear as she sits up and slides out me moaning at the sight "me either baby" she says as she unties me before heading to the bathroom to clean herself and returning with a damp cloth to clean me "now time for lots of cuddles and kisses because you deserve it baby" I smile as she climbs into bed I instantly wrap my arms and legs around her "can we watch more friends please baby" I say with puppy eyes as she giggles "of course we can baby as long as I get to hold you" I smile as i put the TV on and load friends we spent the rest of the night in eachothers arms this is what I want forever with her.

AN: I hope this is ok I always feel these are crap when I write them haha but as long as you sexy people enjoy them that's the important thing requests as always are open babes word count , stay hydrated babes 2.1k

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The Art of Etiquette Part 1 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Your Step Father would like to introduce you into high society but you're required to take lessons to learn how to play the part and from your instructor's perspective it seems like you have a lot of catching up to do. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Explicit Language, not really anything else at this point lol a/n: Planning on turning this into a short series so please let me know what you think <3 p.s. this is horribly edited and was written in one sitting lol

"Why do I have to suffer the consequences of the decisions you made for this family?" I say chasing after my mother as she walks down the main hallway in our new home. "Y/n becoming a debutant is not a consequence" she says, making her way into the main living room.

"To me it is" I complain, dreading this entire ordeal already. "The whole process only lasts about a year so-" "A year? You expect me to be parade around in pretty dresses and entertain people I have absolutely no interest in just because you decided to marry a rich man? Yeah, no I'm not doing it" I say, watching as she takes a seat on the couch waiting for me to tell her my grievances, knowing that I won't back down easily. 

"It's not a huge commitment I promise. You'll have etiquette lessons twice a week, go to a fitting every once in a while and take dance lessons once a week. I'm sure you can sacrifice a few hours out of your week for this. "Your father wa-" "Step father" I cut her off, making my stance on the man known. "Your step father wants to introduce you as his daughter and the best way to do so would be having you come out at a debutant ball" she explains hoping to show me their reasoning behind it. "Oh I'm straight so don't worry I won't be needing a coming out event or anything like that" I say teasing her. 

"Very funny" she says clearly unamused, "I would really appreciate it if you just did this for us, and if you don't want to do it for us then do it for you, for your future. Do you know how pivotal this moment could be for you? A lot of important people go to these balls so if you want to make a name for yourself in this city then that's a great place to start" she says hoping to entice me, showing how this could benefit me as well. "Just think about it, okay?" she says standing up to leave the room and placing a hand on my shoulder as a sign of reassurance, leaving me conflicted. 

A few days later at the breakfast table I finally decide to give them my answer. "Um, dad" I say hoping to get his attention. "Yes honey?" he says putting down the newspaper that he had just been flipping through. "I think I want to go through with the whole debutant thing if you still wanted me to" I say playing with my sleeve, still unsure of the choice I've made but I guess theres no going back now. "That's great! I'll contact the agency and get all of your lessons set up straight away" he says quickly texting his assistant, asking them to get things set in motion.

"Would you prefer private lessons or would you like to take them with some of the other girls that are preparing to come out as well?" he questions, still looking down at his phone. "Oh it's okay don't worry about getting her pri-" "Private lessons would be great" I say cutting my mom off. The less interactions I can have with these spoiled rich kids, the better. I send her a tight lipped smile, telling her to back off before I change my mind and she does just that. 

"Alright, I have Matthew working on it now so we could probably get everything set up by the time your classes end. You finish up at four right?" he asks, catching me off guard, "You know my class schedule?" I question. "Of course I do! What kind of father would I be if I didn't pay attention to my daughter's academics?" he says, giving me a warm smile before taking one last sip of his coffee, standing up to go. 

"I've gotta head off, love you" he says giving my mother a quick peck and then coming over to me to give me a kiss on the top of my head. "Have a good day you two" he says to us as his final adieu, heading out to where his driver is waiting for him. "Thank you" my mother says, happy with the effort I'm putting into assimilating our family. "I'm doing this for you guys, but I'm also doing this for me like you had said, I guess I'll just have to suffer through it for the next year" I say, already questioning myself. 

"I promise you won't regret it!" she reassures me, reaching out for my hand across the table and I mirror her action. 'I sure hope not' I say to myself and give her a pained smile before leaving to head off to class. 

"You're what?" my friend Jesse say, not believing a word I just said. "I'm gonna start taking lessons to become a debutante" I say, repeating myself, hoping he'll just take in the information so we can move past it. "So you're blowing me off so you can go to Barbie school?" he says, still in disbelief. "It's not Barbie school" I say rolling my eyes at him before sitting down at the table we usually hang out at during our breaks. 

"Aren't they going to be dressing you up and making you all girly so you can go to tea parties and balls?" he questions, sitting across from me. "Yes..." I say trailing off not being able to prove him wrong. "Barbie school" he says satisfied with himself, taking a bite out of the apple he had just bought for dramatic affect. "Whatever" I say crossing my arms across my chest. "So when do you start?" he asks, suddenly curious about the topic. "Matthew sent me a text with the address I'm supposed to go to for my first etiquette lesson so I guess I'll be headed there after class. 

"And Matthew is...?" he questions, "My dad's assistant, I've told you this like five times already" I say rolling my eyes at him. "I'm sorry okay, there have been a lot of changes in your life and brand new characters added to the cast so it's hard to keep it all straight" he explains. "Name one other person besides Matthew that I've told you about" I say with a raised brow, curious as to who these 'new characters' might be. "Your step dad" he says proudly, not elaborating further. 

"Anyone else?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the cop out answer he gave me and he decides to sit in silence after putting little to no thought into anyone else I might've told him about. "Do you even know his name?" I scoff, feigning irritation. "Scott? No Thomas!" he says confident in his second answer. "It's James" I say standing up and grabbing my stuff so I can walk towards my next class. 

"I'm sorry, you know I have shit memory" he says throwing his arm around my shoulder after catching up to me, having only been a few steps behind. "I know" I shake my head laughing it off, "It's funny how clueless you are sometimes" I say, shrugging his arm off of me. "Hey!" he whines, semi offended. "It's okay though, I still love you" I say waving him off as we part in different directions and blowing a kiss at him which he bats off to the side, rejecting my love. "Later loser" he says and we head off to our respective classes.

After the lecture is finally over my professor calls me to the front. "Yes?" I question, waiting for what he has to tell me. "I read your paper last night" he starts, "I'm sorry Professor I had some other assignments due at the same time so I wasn't able to put in as much effort as I wanted to" I confess feeling guilty about putting that assignment on the back burner. "Well I was actually going to tell you that I was rather impressed with it" he says looking up at me from his seated position at his desk, fixing his glasses. 

"Really?" I question, surprised that it was good enough for him to even single out. "I wanted to ask if you would be interested in participating in this writing contest at the end of next month" he proposes and hands me the flyer showing all of the details. "You really think my writing is good enough?" I question, not even having considered signing up for something like this. "I wouldn't be speaking to you about it if I didn't think it was" he says laughing at my reactions. 

"This would be amazing thank you!" I say starting to skim through the details real quick. "You can take that with you if you'd like" he offers and at that I nod in thanks and say my goodbyes before walking out and heading out towards my car. 

"Now where exactly is this place?" I ask myself aloud, pulling up the text I got and putting the address into my gps. "45 minutes?" I say in astonishment, now slightly panicked seeing that even if I leave now I'll still be 10 minutes late. "What the hell Matthew?" I curse and put my seatbelt on, speeding out of the parking lot and down the street, praying that I'll be able to somehow shave a few minutes off the eta to make it in time.

"Punctuality is one of the most important aspects of proper etiquette" I hear the man say to me with his back turned as I walk into the area of his home he has dedicated to these lessons. "I'm very sorry I did not realize how far these lessons would be in relation to my University" I apologize hating that I've already made a bad impression which has clearly started us off on the wrong foot. 

"Proper planning is also something you must consider to be able to maintain a certain sense of decorum before arriving to your intended destination" he says still with his back to me. "I apologize again Mr. Jeon it won't happen again" I say using what I hope is the proper way he would like to be addressed. "See that it doesn't" he says finally turning around to face me. I nod my head in acknowledgement and he gives me a sour look showing he's displeased with my response. 

"One must verbally respond to properly communicate with one another" he says, placing his hands behind his back and interlocking his fingers while walking towards me and stalking around me like a predator sizing up his prey. "Understood" I respond and once he finally comes back around facing me he looks me up and down one last time before uttering another word. 

"For your next lesson be sure to come in a dress or skirt that sits at the knee as well as stockings and heels of some sort and a blouse of course to pair with the skirt. If one wants to act like a lady, one must dress like a lady" he says and turns away to grab something in the corner of the room. "Noted" I say under my breath already exasperated, "What was that?" he questions looking over his shoulder at me, sorting through a few books to bring over. "Understood Mr. Jeon" I say, trying to play along and follow his rules.

"Seeing as we need to start from the very beginnings of the art of etiquette I need you to read these books by this time next week" he says handing me five very large books weighing my arms down and requiring me to stumble back to regain my balance. "All of them in a week? That's almost a book a day!" I say surprised by the workload I've been given after not even starting the actual lesson yet.

"I was not aware of the fact I would be required to teach you everything from the very start so let's just say we both have a lot of work to do" he says and motions towards a place I can set my purse down along with my five new headaches for this next week.

"Take a seat here please" he now motions to a chair that he has placed in the middle of the room waiting for me to do as he says. I walk up cautiously and take a seat, sitting on it like I normally would, knowing that he's meant to critique how I sit to change it. "Sit up straight, roll your shoulders back" he says taking in my posture at all angles while I follow along with his orders. "Loosen the tension in your back and shoulders" he says placing his hands on my shoulders from behind making me tense up even more from the unexpected contact. 

"You've done the opposite of what I've asked you to" he says and I can hear how fed up with me he continues to be. "You startled me, I didn't realize you were going to do that" I say under my breath but loud enough for him to hear. "One must never mumble or talk back to anyone no matter the circumstances. Especially aimed to or in front of an authority figure" he says and walks back around to face me again. "So you see yourself as an authority figure to me?" I question, curious to see what his answer might be.

"I see myself as someone who deserves your respect and obedience" he says and tilts my chin up with his pointer finger maintaining purposeful eye contact. "And you will treat me as such". 

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[nburkhardt]

Here is an angsty thing with a happy ending! (Please note: this takes place BEFORE seasons 3 & 4 but after demodogs.)

Pray for the Ground to Swallow Me Whole

He’ll eventually thank her for the domino effect she caused. It’ll be the best thing to happen to him, even if it meant leaving town very premature.

But for now, his heart hurts and his eyes are burning from holding the tears back. For now he’ll stand here and listen to words that’ll haunt him, to faintly be reminded of times when he was an ignorant asshole that only cared about himself and didn’t bother thinking of his actions.

Truthfully, he sorta thought this would happen.

The only ones who actually actively engaged with him was the kids, especially Dustin and Lucas. But if he was being truly honest with himself, a nasty voice in the back of his head always told him they just liked him because he saved them. He tried not letting that get to him.

Currently though? That nasty voice is whispering and it’s not just a voice in his head anymore.

The voice just sounds a lot like Joyce Byers.

“- you did help him and I’ll always be grateful for that. Honestly. But I also remember him coming home from school and telling me about this kid, this jerk who laughed and poked fun at him,” Joyce stops to take a breather, crossing her arms and looking disappointed as if he wasn’t already used to that kind of look, “It actually makes me very uncomfortable to have you around, you have to understand that?”

He choked down a defense and sob, blinked hard before looking away with a nod. Listening to this for the last twenty minutes has broken him down faster than Nancy calling him “bullshit”.

“Yes, Mrs. Byers, I’ll-I’ll leave your family alone”

She nodded, “I’d appreciate that, Steve. But I’m not just talking about my family”

He’s hit with ice and dread. Freezes up and looks back at her, “wha-what do you mean? I’m sorry, I’m confused”

“I don’t think it’s really appropriate for you to be around Will and his friends. With my knowledge of what Jon told me about you and the fact you are five years older than them. It would make a lot of their parents uncomfortable too. Don’t you know that?” She’s speaking softly now, like she’s talking to a scared animal.

And maybe she is, he feels like it.

He shakes his head, not to her though. To himself, shaking the memories of hang outs with the Henderson family. Memories of Claudia Henderson making extra food- “just in case, dear! You can even have leftovers for tomorrow!” And Dustin biking over just to tell him about the newest movie he wants to see- “we absolutely have to go, Steve! It’s gonna be a classic, trust me!”

The memory of Claudia hugging him close, telling him “such a blessing, sweetie! You’ll always be welcomed here” that still makes him cry late at night in his empty quiet home.

He avoids looking at Joyce, trying to figure out a way to get away.

“I- uh, I gotta, if you’ll excuse me” he mumbles and doesn’t smile or even look directly at her. Just moves around her to leave, as he walks out and overhears the excited voices calling for him, he ignores them and keeps his head down to avoid showing them how red his cheeks are in embarrassment and how much he’s holding back tears.

Without saying goodbye, he gets into his car and drives.

He doesn’t know how long he drives, doesn’t know where he’s going. Just driving to get away, to avoid listening to Joyce’s words that are already taunting him in his head. Slowly mixing in with “you’re bullshit” and “run away, Steve, always running away!” and all the disappointed sighs and taunts from his father.

The car picks the location for him, gas running low and he’s forced to stop at Lovers Lake. Pulling to a stop and turning his car off, he sits in silence. Staring ahead at the lake, eyes still burning.

It’s a long time as he just sits there. In silence.

Rubbing his eyes to get the tears to go away, there’s no reason to cry. She is right, he was an asshole and it is inappropriate for a eighteen year old to hang around thirteen year olds.

Even more inappropriate to hang around a house where he isn’t welcomed.

He rests his head against the steering wheel, arms around it and his knuckles turning white from how hard his gripping the wheel. His eyes burn and he laughs a bitter sound, lightly hitting his head against the wheel. “Fucking, knock it off, get yourself together” he mumbles and it’s weak, he chokes back another sob as he squeezes his eyes shut.

There’s a knock on his window that makes him flinch hard, eyes are wide and he’s immediately aware of how fucking stupid he was to let his guard down like that. Looking next to him he flinches again, not because he’s scared but because of who’s standing there.

Of all the people to find him right now, during probably his lowest point ever, is the local drug dealer. The twice senior and King of the Freaks, Eddie Munson.

“Hey man, uh, you okay?”

Shaking his head, he rests it back on his headrest taking a breath before rolling the window down. Munson takes a step back, he only knows because of the chains hanging from the guy’s pants.

“All good, Munson” he lies straight through his teeth, he doesn’t need to see how red his face is with how warm it feels. And his hands actually hurt now from how hard he was gripping the wheel, “i didn’t- uh, see anything.”

Since he’s leaning his head back on the headrest with eyes closed, he doesn’t see how Munson reacts. The only noise is just nature, birds chirping and the wind hitting leaves. He doesn’t even hear Munson moving, so opening his eyes he looks over and finds the guy standing there with an odd look on his face.

“Look, I’ll just- fuck,” he knocks his head back before rolling the window up and turning his car off, climbing out and avoiding looking directly at the guy. “I’m gonna just go”

Doesn’t bother waiting for something back, it’s been long enough in his own pity party. Now, he just needs to walk home and figure out how he’ll go about life without seeing the Henderson family and the rest of the kids.

“Are you walking? What the fuck, just leaving your car here?” Munson shouts out at him.

He glances back at his car then at Munson, slowing to a stop. “Why do you care?”

It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, why would this guy care whether he leaves his car here? It’s only Hawkins, no one is going to steal his car. You’re more likely gonna come across a monster around than a stolen car.

Especially not at Lover’s Lake. Also why care about him? He’s an asshole and everything Munson hates and loudly announces at lunch.

He shakes his head and starts walking again, taking the silence that Munson doesn’t actually care about him. It doesn’t hurt to admit another person doesn’t like him, he honestly would be shocked if someone did like him.

What really hurts is the fake worry, the questioning, the fake concern and the curiosity.

He’s going to continue to walk home that’ll take him a few hours and will only make it back by dark. Without a weapon, without the bat to hold, because he left that in his car and Munson is still here. Can’t let him ask anymore questions.

“-sus Christ! Jesus, slow the fuck down Harrington!” Munson sounds out of breath, a lot closer too.

He flinches when a hand lands on his arm, “What? What do you want?” He turns and shakes the hand off, “if someone steals it, whatever. It- it doesn’t matter.”

Munson squints at him, looking confused, “Dude, wait, why are you crying?”

Touching his face, he laughs and it sounds so wrong. He is crying, didn’t even realize it was happening. Shaking his head, he turns around and doesn’t bother answering.

“Come on, Harrington!” Munson grabs hold of his shoulder and his grip is rough, “look, I’m sorry if you want to be alone but fuck, dude, you look like shit and crying alone is the worst. So, why don’t I give you a ride to whoe-“

Shaking his head, “like I have anyone to run to right now”

There’s a flash of Claudia and Dustin Henderson in his head and he wants, thinks that they’d shake him and hug him tight if they knew what was said and how it’s haunting him already. Won’t go away, it just brings more tears.

Munson’s silent and his hand drops, leaving behind a faint pressure and that hurts too.

“God, I’m so pathetic right now.”

“Nah, just lonely it seems”

His eyes snap to Munson and his hands are shoved into his jacket, kicking his foot before looking back at him, “I won’t judge, seriously. Let me help, even if it’s just to give you a ride”

“Just a ride?”

Munson nods, “just a ride, unless you change your mind”

He nods, taking a deep breath before stepping towards Munson, “okay, you can, um. Take me home?”

A smile spreads across Munson’s face and he takes his hands out to swing them towards where his van most likely is, “your chariot awaits, good sir!”

Despite his mood and how this might possibly be one of the worst days of his life, he cracks a tiny smile. Just enough to squeeze at his heart, actually.

Walking along side Munson is quiet, it’s a little peaceful. If he remembers correctly, Munson was never this quiet before. Always talking or laughing or yelling, he’s loud and sometimes overly obnoxious.

This is nice. Actually really nice, this quiet with him.

They make it to the van and the ride isn’t the same quiet but it’s still there. He can feel it deep in his bones now.

That this, right here, is peaceful.

Hello! This whole thing originally started back in May and I lost a little interest in this particular WIP, so I stopped and it’s been in my drafts since. Then I kept getting writers block, still have it tbh. But I read it back today and decided I can technically turn this into a two part fic instead of a one shot soo, it’s finally being shared!

I want to be clear that it’s an AU from after the demodogs and everything after that won’t be the same. And that I have nothing against Joyce but I thought “what if it was someone else than made Steve leave/didn’t like Steve?” guess who I picked 😇 plus we have enough Hopper & Joyce adopt Steve fics, we need a little more of them not doing that. Also!! There should be more fics of them being wrong, that they’re being judgmental and need consequences for their words & actions.

Anyway! I’m automatically assuming only a few people will read this far into my rambling. And if you did I love you, you get a platonic forehead kiss ☺️

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[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Trust

Pairing- Sully family x darkfey!reader

Pairing- The Sullys meet a special girl.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

"C'mon papa lets goooo." Tuk said pulling her father by the hand. Jake grabbed his dagger just in case anything happens and Neytiri always had her bow as she followed behind Kiri and the boys. Today was family bonding day, the boys and Kiri were anything but excited.

"Don't know why I gotta go." Lo'ak said earning him a wack to the head from Neytiri. "Because it is the one day me and your father can spend time with yiu and not focus on our duties." Neytiri said tail swaying along with her turning her son around by his shoulder and pushing his back before speaking again. "Now go." She says and he huffs following behind his older brother.

They walked deeper and deeper into the woods and Neytiri looked around she didn't recognize the area they were in. "Ma Jake I don't think we jave been this far before." Neytiri said clenching her bow now ready for anything. "Yeah I think we went to far shit." He said he doesn't remember which way they came. Kiri looked pissed, "We're lost thats great thats great." She retorted sitting on a cut down stump. "Calm down I'm sure that there is something out here that will point in the right direction home." Jake said picking Tuk up and walking deeper into the woods, reluctantly everyone else followed.

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They walked, and walked, and walked.

Three hours of walking and still surrounded in jungle. And then they heard a crunch immediately pulling their weapons out Neytiri, Jake, Neteyam and Lo'ak stood ready to fight Lo'ak a little less as he's trying to get maple off his finger but still.

Crouching closer to were the around came forward they pull the bush back and reveal three small creatures, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, they had fur all over their bodies, and the fur under their mouths cane out like a mustache, and they had cute little clothes they must have made themselves, they held small fruit and looked to be arguing before they saw the tall Na'vi.

Dropping the fruit they crouched to the ground shivering and whimpering, the boys put their weapons up but Neytiri still looked debating whether to kill them but then everyone was flung back by a strong gust of green wind and they heard a loud snap that sounded like thunder.

Neteyam coughs as he stands up helping his mother and father up and then going to his siblings. They check on each other before turning to see what knocked them. And what they saw was definitely not what they expected.

It was a girl.

A girl who picked those smaller creatures up in her palm and apologized to them before giving them a few small snacks before they scurried away from the strangers. You grabbed your staff that was resting on a tree and green air made its way to them keeping them there. As they had there hands up.

They all looked at you, you looked like a human, but their height and no need for a breathing mask, pointed ears as well, and you had horns, you wore a long sleeve top that was open in the back and the bottoms made a skirt that split up the sides blacks and whites browns and beiges was what colored your pallet, and green air surrounded your hands as it surronded their feet and it held their feet in place your eyes glowed as the air began and strengthened.

Neytiri bared her fangs at you and you did the same loud hiss coming from your throat. "Why have you come here?" You ask. "Please we will speak if you let us go." Jake tried to negotiate and you observed him for a while and you sensed no sight of decement.

Looking at the weapons that were a few feet from them you moved one of your hands to the side and somehow the weapons moved with you hand. You let their legs free and they all sighed Tuk reached for your horns and you looked at her confused and Neytiri pulled her back.

"Okay talk." You say and Jake is taken back by tour straight forwardness. "Okay we seem to have found ourselves lost and we would like directions back to the Omaticaya clan." Jake says rubbing his knuckles nervously.

"You got lost, stupid." You mutter and Neytiri throughs you a glare which you smirk at. "Fine but the directions are too complicated and I don't want you harming my home more than you already have I'll take you back." You say and Jake looked physically relived until he realized how did you know where they lived.

"I've lived in these jungles for all my life I know it's surrounding areas." You answer their obvious confusion. And then you head east.

The walk was quite, a really awkward quite and then Kiri saw the scars on your back as if something was cut off of you, hitting Lo'aks arm she points to your back and his eyes widen and looks at his sister who is just a curious. "So um," he goes to say your name but doesn't know it. "Y/N." You sigh wanting the conversation to be over already.

"What are you exactly?" He asks and Neteyam elbows him in the ribs making him yelp in pain. Smiling at the foolishness of the two you stemp your staff into the ground before stepping over a stump.

"I am a dark fey." You say and he hums in response. The family remember about Mo'at telling them about Feys and their abilities although they thought they were extinct. And back to silence it was, or at least for five minutes.

Do all the Fey people have wings?" Tuk asked and you stepped around a rock and your straight posture doesn't fold as you walk throughout the bumpy forest. "Most do." You reply.

"Then why don't you?" She chippered. "If all the others fly." She added and before her father could scold her you stopped him.

"I had wings once they were stolen from me." You say before stopping and turning to the family who seemed to have a lot of questions. "That's all I wish to say about it." You say sharply. Tuk smiled up at you. "What color were they? Were they big?" She questioned and you blinked a few times at the memory of your wings.

"So big they dragged when I walked." You breathed in as you remember the way the wind hit your wings and would sore through the air as your feathers would drift a little. "And strong, they could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds and they never faltered, not even once." Looking at the ground pausing before you spoke once more. "I could trust them."

"Awesome." Neteyam whispered he normally talked very proper byt that was the only word he could think off, awesome. "What?" The word was strange to you but yiu couldn't help but giggle. "It means cool like amazing, glorious." Jake used fancy words hopefully it would get through. You smile, "they were quite glorious." You say before taking a few more steps. Pushing a tree leaf back your reveal the back entrance to their home.

You couldn't but feel saddened that they had to leave. Even though they did annoy you the first little bit of getting to know them they were quite kind. Neytiri could feel your emotions somehow she felt quite saddened had you been all alone? Parents? Grandparents? Anyone? She couldn't ahe wouldn't let you go back alone.

"Y/N live with the Omaticaya so you are not lonely." Neytiri said and Jake looked bewildered. "What?" You ask confused. "You are to small a girl to live in a whole foret live with us, you must be awfully lonely." Neytiri said and you had to admit, you were lonely everyday, no matter how many woodland creatures you talk to or tame you could never feel that little void in your soul.

You wait a second, you weren't entirely sure if you could trust them, you might regret this later in but you nod and they began to walk into hometree, your new home.

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[endeline]

We'll Be Alright

Paring: Paige Bueckers x Reader Warnings: Angst with no comfort, closeted Paige, breakups, edited and written at 3 a.m. Words: 1,403 A/n: This is my first fic so feel free to critique the hell out of it! (The woman is making me write, send help.) Summary: "I just can’t be seen with you for a while… I can’t be with you for a while," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion. I watched as her face crumpled under the weight of her confession. She turned away, avoiding my gaze, and in that moment, I felt my world tilt on its axis.

‘I’ve heard her wrong,’ that’s my first reaction, the only rational explanation. ‘I had to have heard her wrong.’ And I almost want to laugh at the ridiculousness of it, because there’s no way this is happening; it’s not possible. Out of everything I’ve learned in this life, only one thing remains steadfast: Paige won’t leave me, not like this. We've been each other's anchors for too long, willingly entwined each other into every facet of our lives—school, family, friends, work; everything leads back to Paige. My life isn’t mine anymore, it’s ours. You can’t just walk away from that; ‘she won’t walk away from that.’

She holds all of me within her grasp. I've given her everything, laid my heart bare at her feet and begged her to take it. I’m not sure I can even remember how to function without her anymore, and I really don’t want to have to re-learn. 

At this, I have to take a breath - ‘she isn’t leaving you’—unclenching my fists, the pain of my nails digging into my palms fades into the background and I try to slow my pounding heart.

‘She isn’t doing this,’ ‘you heard her wrong, just ask her to repeat herself, she isn’t doing this’—I repeat like a mantra. I feel myself begin to open my mouth, but in my panic, I seem to have forgotten what to do next, how to speak, what to say.

I don’t have to though; as I watch her bury her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs, I know I've heard her correctly.

Time slows to a stop as I stare at her, the very fabric of our shared existence unraveling before my eyes. She’s trembling, her form completely hunched over, elbows resting heavily on her knees. I strain to hear the faintest sound of her sobs, unsure if it's her or my own heartbeat drowning out the world around me. Everything goes numb, or at least I think I’m going numb; I might be dying. 'I think I’m dying.’ 

One week earlier:

KK has perched her phone precariously above her stove, and she’s behind me. Her latest brainchild? A cooking show live, which is apparently just me awkwardly fumbling through a recipe in front of thousands of people, while KK assumes the role of my enthusiastic (if somewhat reckless) sous chef.  She’s so busy scaring me half to death with her questionable knife skills and insistence upon dancing around the kitchen, requiring me to guard her away from the open flame and from knocking over everything on her chopping board (again), that we both miss Paige getting home.

I’m reaching to taste, and KK is preemptively handing me the salt as a familiar hand snakes it’s way around my waist. Paige leans over me to take my spoon in her mouth. "Tastes good, babe," she murmurs. I’m frozen under her touch, staring at our reflection on the livestream when KK bursts out in fake laughter. "Damn, all you gotta do to get Paige is know how to cook.” I laugh too, now catching on to KK’s cover story, turning to Paige. "For real, Bueckers, if you wanted some all you had to do was ask. Don’t waste your rizz on me," I joke, removing her hands from my waist. Her brow is furrowed, and a confused look passes over her face briefly until she looks up and sees the livestream, which is now blowing up. She steps away from me quickly and forces out a laugh before she slips out of frame and disappears from view. KK wraps the live up soon after this, and I rush after Paige, but the damage is done.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs, wrenching me back into this harsh reality. “P?” I manage to choke out as I reach my arms out for her. I’m pretty sure I can feel my heart fall out of my chest as she pulls away, her head shaking in silent anguish.

But she doesn’t leave yet. Instead, she’s kneeling by my bedside, where I’ve seen her praying so many nights before. But she’s not talking to her god now; she’s looking up at me, speaking to me, clutching my hands in hers. “I love you, I’m so sorry,” she repeats, and yet even with her declaration of love, all I can do is shake my head in mute denial. “I can’t do it,” she gasps, desperation tingeing her words. “I can’t tell everyone yet. I’m not ready, and I can’t put you through this. It’s not fair to you.” I flinch away from her now, curling up into the corner of my bed.

“I’m so sorry.”

Even as I cower away, her outstretched hand reaches for me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Summoning what little strength remained within me, I unfurl myself from the corner of my bed and reach for her again, ‘maybe for the last time.’ I brushed away the tears that stained her cheeks, my heart aching. “What does me not being seen with you mean?" My voice tinged with a desperation I could scarcely contain. Paige finally looks up at me; her gaze met mine, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I can’t handle the rumors anymore," she cries, her words a plea for understanding. "I'm so sorry" It’s my turn to look away now, unable to bear the weight of her gaze any longer, staring into my lap. And for the first time in my life, I shake my head and lie to Paige Bueckers, gently shushing her I reach for her hand, “everything's going to be okay, we'll be alright.”

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[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 I'd let her light me on Fire ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Synopsis: after three weeks, the girls get a new roommate that Leo may or may not be quite familiar with!!! Warning(s): do I need to say cursing anymore Word Count: 2379 A/N: this is a normal AU, no godly shit 😛 why did I make Leo a lil bit of a loser?? also im gonna mention it now bc im lazy LOL, the dorms are like the ones in Gilmore girls (it makes me wish Yale was real💔) like they have the common area with the rooms connecting off of it, also writing in this pov is kinda annoying why did I do this, now lemme shut up Part 1

After a good 3 weeks in the amazing Los Angelos, it was time to go home. Well, not home, school. Weirdly enough, the seven felt a little bit homesick from being away for so long, but that cleared up when they remembered they were going to have to sit in the van for another 5 agonizing days. FUN!! And no, Leo did not almost fall asleep at the wheel, that was just Hazel's motion sickness getting to her, making her see things if you will.

When they made it back, they all felt like zombies when they were trudging back to their rooms. Safe to say the second they finished unpacking, just like in LA, they all passed out.

The next day, at around 10AM, the boys were sitting on the couch together eating cereal and just talking when Percy's phone went off.

"Yo I just got a text from Annabeth," Percy said with mouthful of cereal. "They're finally getting their fourth girl."

Leo was intrigued by this. Ever since that one night in LA, he hadn't really stopped thinking of Y/N. One thing about Leo, he never had the warmth of a family. When he ran away from his foster homes, all he had was the warmth of a fire every night to keep him going before he got dropped in a new home, one colder than the last. Now he associated the warmth of a fire with a girl, one he met once who had a crazed look in her eye when she saw the lighter go off. Leo had a thing for girls on the weirder end, but he was totally fine with that.

"We should go," Leo suggested. Y/N's voice still rang in his head, 'I gotta go now, maybe I'll see you around. Leo Valdez.' Now this was delusion at its finest, but he didn't care.

"Of course you want to meet the new girl," Jason chuckled as he got up toward the kitchen. Leo gave a half-assed laugh that no one paid mind too. Percy texted Annabeth back saying that they were on their way. Leo had a little pep in his step on his way to the girls floor. When they got there, Percy did a secret little knock on the door and Annabeth opened it, quickly kissing Percy before allowing everyone inside.

"'cough' Corny 'cough'" This earned Leo some chuckles, but was utterly ignored by the lovely couple in front of him.

"Right this way everyone, me and Hazel were just watching a movie. Pipers helping her unpack." Frank and Percy made their way to the couch along their girlfriends while Jason followed Leo toward the empty room. Well, the no longer empty room.

When Leo pushed past the door, he saw a girl leaning forward grabbing stuff from a duffle bag. She had on some low waisted baggy jeans that sat just right by her hip bone, and a crop top that showed off her figure. A beautiful slim waist and hair that flowed down her back. 'Wow.'

She stood up straight, like she sensed Leo eyes lingering and staring at her. When she turned around, a smile quickly flooded her features. "Oh my god, hey there stalker boy." She chuckled as Piper and Jason gave him the weirdest look.

"Hey I'm not a stalker! If anything, you're the stalker. How'd you know where I went to school?" Leo began walking closer and waving his finger around to make his point.

'Well," Y/N poked Leo's forehead, sending his head back ever so slightly. "I didn't. This is the boarding MY PARENTS decided to send me too."

"Can we pause for a second," Piper interjected. "Do you two know each other?"

"Oh of course," Y/N beamed. "Back like 3-4 weeks in LA, I was just minding my business, right? Then suddenly I felt eyes on me, so I turned and saw him staring at me!"

"I had to stare-,"

"Oh you HAD to stare?"

"Well, yeah?? You were literally trying to light a jungle gym on fire??"

"That's dramatic."

"Oh so that's why you came back late with a giant smile," Jason teased. Leo turned and gave him a look like 'bro your selling right now', but Y/N just started giggling and walking closer.

"Aw I had you kicking your feet and grinning," she started pinching his cheeks, swinging his head from side to side. "Be honest did you miss meee??"

Piper and Jason couldn't help but laugh at the situation their friend was in, knowing he probably didn't mind it all that much.

"Miss you?" Leo grabbed her hands off his face. "I hardly know you??"

"Yeah okay," Y/N turned back around to continue to unpack. "Well you can stand there and keep staring, or you could help me unpack." This was a hard decision. Stare at a masterpiece among art, or do work. Leo ended up helping though, not even noticing Piper and Jason excusing themselves.

While Leo continued to help unpack, he made it to one of the last book bags of clothes. When Y/N turned her eyes widened. "Leo don't open that one."

"Hm, what'd you say," she was too late. He already opened it and dumped everything inside in front of it, some landing on his feet. Though, it wasn't really clothes, more so underwear and bras. "That's what you said," Leo said lowly.

"Well um, I got it from here Leo. Thanks for the help," Y/N was a little embarrassed to say the least. How could she not be when the guy she'd been thinking about just dumped her underwear on his feet.

"No yeah you got that," Leo said as he backed away to the door, knocking into the dresser on his way. "I'll be out here," and he stepped out the door.

He left her in the room (where she stood just there for a good minute), as he joined in the rest of his friends in front of the tv. "Hey guys."

"Hey Leo-" Percy cut himself off when he looked down, and started laughing.

"Whats so funny?"

"Look down," Annabeth snickered, making the rest of the people on couch laugh as well. For a fact, the last thing Leo was expecting to see was Y/N's underwear tangled with his ankle, but that's exactly what he saw. The look on the boy's face was seemingly unreadable, but he was definitely embarrassed as he lifted up his foot and pinched the underwear off with his thumb and pointer finger. Now watch this for perfect timing!!

"Um, Leo," as Y/N stepped out the room to ask the awkward question, but she cut herself off. "Oh my god Leo did you just try to steal my underwear??"

Leo started stammering over his words as Y/N started making her way over to him, grabbing the underwear. "Uh NO! Why would I want your underwear??"

"Well, you just had it," she laughed.

"Well not on purpose obviously," Leo crossed his arms. "Like what do you think of me hello??" She started walking back to her room.

"Well, you were already a little stalker," Y/N leaned on the doorframe with the doorknob in her hand. "Now we can add pervert to the list!" She let out a laugh that made Leo think he was in heaven listening to the angels above, then he remembered why she was laughing at him as she shut the door.

He could've sworn his eye twitched. Because obviously she knew he didn't take it, she just found it funny to mess with him. Call it flirting if you will.

"Dude, that's not how you flirt with girls you know," Frank joked from the couch. Now it was their turn to laugh at Leo.

"Yo what is this, 'national pick on Leo day?'"

"The joke wasn't funny when you said it yesterday, and it shockingly isn't any funnier today," Hazel chuckled.

"But seriously, how do you get a girls underwear tangled around your ankle before getting your first kiss," Jason asked, making everyone laugh some more.

"Why does the whole village feel the need to gang up on me right now?"

"To be fair you make it really easy," Piper added. "Do you even talk to girls other than the ones in this room?"

"No and this ones really pretty so can we cut me some slack??"

Y/N stood in her dorm, leaning up against the closed door listening in on the conversation going on in their common area. "This one." She giggled as she listened to them all berate Leo for his lack of skills with girls. As the conversation died down, she spent the next ten minutes or so unpacking before walking back out and joining the others.

When Y/N arrived this morning, the girls quickly made her feel welcome. It was really refreshing compared to most, if not all, the other schools she'd been to.

She walked out and saw everyone laid out on the couch. The only space open was conveniently next to Leo, which was fine considering he had some popcorn with him (bless Piper for convincing the school to let her keep her microwave). When she plopped down next to him, she leaned closer to grab some popcorn and whisper, "what movie are we watching?"

When Leo turned to face the girl next to him, he could've sworn he felt chills go down his back. It was just like that night in LA. "We're watching Fear Street, we planned on watching all three when we came back."

He had popcorn breathe. "Oh fire, I've been wanted to watch these too."

When she saw Leo laid back and comfortable, she took her chance to sit somewhat closer, slipping her arm under his and wrapping it around, leaning her head on his shoulder. His nervous system may have rebooted but that's besides the point.

When the bowl in front of the two was now empty, Leo started to stand, quietly gesturing Y/N to follow him. Leo led her into Piper's room, where the microwave and some snacks were. As he knelt down looking for food, Y/N sat down on the bed and watched Leo.

"So, how ya been?" Leo asked. "Considering you were living on the streets."

"Oh it was so hard, fending for myself in these dangerous streets as a small feeble woman," Leo chuckled. "It wasn't that bad, I was just staying in my car. Me and my beetle against the world."

"Yeah, I get that," Leo sat on the floor while the microwave started to spin. "I lived in my van a lot, I even named it festus."

"A van? Like scooby doo type shit? Cause that'd be pretty sick."

"THANK YOU! Finally someone understands me."

"I'm a pretty open minded person." The microwave peeped.

"Popcorns ready."

"How is there even a microwave in here you," Y/N asked.

"Pipers pretty persuasive I suppose." Leo sat down with the bowl of popcorn just eating it. He patted the spot on the floor next to him gesturing the girl in front of him to sit. She slid over and started eating the popcorn.

"You know, I'm kinda hungry for some actual food." She turned over to Leo. "Is there somewhere here to get some food?"

"Cafeteria's open?" She smiled and pulled the bowl of popcorn off of Leo's lap before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up and out the door. Y/N was snickering as she pulled Leo out of her dorm into the hallway before stopping and turning to him.

"I don't know where to go, still new here."

"Well naturally," he rolled his eyes and laughed. "Follow me, m'lady."

She didn't realize how hungry she was for some real food till she caught a whiff of some Mac n cheese and chicken tenders. Popcorn was cool and all, but this was much better.

"You don't have an ID yet right," Y/N nodded. "I'll treat you then."

She smiled as she followed him to the food, "Such a gentleman. Is this an apology for stealing my underwear?"

People gave weird looks before going back to what they were doing. "Dude you can't just say that," Leo rubbed his temples.

"I mean, it's true," She shrugged and started filling her plate with some gorgeous Mac n cheese and chicken tenders. When she finished Leo paid for both their meals and they sat at a table across from each other. "God this shits good."

"You sound starved.."

"To be fair I was saving my money for gas while I was out. Shits expensive so not as many full course meals as you'd think."

"Well, while your here I could make up for that, treat you some more like the gentleman I am."

"Aw, are you flirting with me?"

"Why is it working?" Leo joked (He wasn't joking).

"Woah, big talk from a guy who hasn't had his first kiss," she laughed but Leo just dropped his forked and stared straight at the girl in front of him.

"When did you-"

"Thin walls you know," she winked.

"It's not funny."

"Maybe just a little."

"I've kissed millions of girls!" Leo retorted.

"Really? Name one."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Leo winked and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"Ya know if you were honest it could've been a millions and 1." He looked straight at you. "Just kidding!"

"Is your biggest joy in life just making fun of me?"

"Maybe.. yes." She said as she took the last bite of her food. The two stood up and went to throw away their empty plates. They made their way back to the girls dorm. When Y/N opened the door she saw everyone about a fourth of the way through the third fear street movie. "We're back."

"Where'd you guys go," Piper asked.

"To eat, I was hungry," Y/n smiled as she plopped down in the same seat she sat in before, shortly followed by Leo. They both slid into the same positions as earlier, with their arms intertwined as they laid their heads on each other, but this time, it weirdly felt more comfortable. This was gonna be a fun year!!!

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo valdez pjo #leo pjo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n

[babydollmarauders]

for the baby el au, what if one day (when el is much older like 4-5 years old) el breaks her foot or some bone and is crying and jack and mama and literally everyone else get really really worried

it came to no surprise to me that Jack had El on the ice as soon as she was 3 years old. Jack and his brothers had officially deemed her old enough that summer and took her to the indoor ice rink in Michigan at least twice a week. by the end of the summer, my daughter was skating circles around me.

and the following summer, at 4 years old, she was learning the family business; how to play hockey.

we’ve been to the indoor ice rink enough times this summer that i’ve learned the best thing to do is sit on the sidelines while my husband and his brothers do the teaching. so twice a week, at the least, i come to the rink equipped with a book, my camera, and snacks.

“alright, c’mon El-Bell! grandma is expecting us home for dinner soon!” Jack’s words echo throughout the practice rink, but it’s not a surprise when two seconds later the word “no!” is replacing his own.

El is most definitely a Hughes. ever since last summer, she’s lived and breathed being on the ice. she never wants to leave, never wants to stop skating. she’s just like her father.

“El, you gotta listen to your dad. if he tells you it’s time to go, then we gotta go.” Luke tries to help, but his attempt makes no difference to his niece.

“no!” her high pitched voice bounces throughout the mostly empty rink, everyone else having gone back to their homes already. i watch from my spot off the ice as my daughter starts to skate away from her uncle as fast as she could.

“El, baby! slow down! i don’t want you to get h-” i trail off as she trips over air, her body twisting as she lands on the ice.

her scream pierces my ears, making me jump to my feet. Jack, Quinn, and Luke all rush over to her as i run to the ice, stepping on without skates and shuffling as fast as i could over to her.

“shit, i think her arm is broken.” Quinn confirms my worst fear as i finally reach them.

“daddy! it hurts! make it stop!” tears roll down her cheeks, her face red from her sobs. my own tears well in my eyes at the sight of my baby in pain.

“i know, princess. i’m sorry. i know.” Jack appears calm, but his fidgety demeanor and the pain in his eyes lets me know that this is affecting him just as much as it is me.

“okay, daddy’s gonna carry you to the car and we’re gonna go to the doctors, okay?” i run my hand over her hair as i speak. El nods through her sobs as Jack slides his arms underneath her and picks her up, careful of her injured arm.

i let out shaky breaths, my heart pounding on the way to the emergency room.

“what if they don’t think it’s an accident?” i whisper to Jack. Quinn drives the car with Luke in the passengers seat as Jack and i sit in the back with El between us.

“what?” Jack asks, his head snapping over to look at me in my frenzied state.

“what if they don’t believe us and they call child protective services or something? what if she gets taken away from us? we didn’t do anything wrong!” my breathing picks up, bordering hyperventilation as my mind races with ways that this could go wrong.

“baby, between us three boys, we’ve probably broken hundreds of bones, and that never once happened with us. i promise you, it’s a first time ER trip, we were right there watching her, they’re not gonna think anything other than what it was… an accident.”

Jack’s hand slips into my shaky one, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand in soothing circles.

“mommy.” at the sound of her voice, i look down at El. “do you think i’ll get a cast like Lilah?”

i let out a weak chuckle at her bravery through this, and at the mention of her friend from the playground, who had a hot pink cast on her right arm.

“you might, baby.” i confess with a sigh.

“that’s so cool! uncle moosey can write his name on it! i like his name.”

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

[19junewrites87]

Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson reader part 3

A/n: Part 3, everyone ! Who's excited??? I do, however, apologize if this part seems very fast-paced. I just had so many ideas flying around my head and I couldn't fit everything in, so... yeah lol

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth, mentions of blood, mentions of needles

Word count: 3409

NOT PROOF READ

MOSTLY DIALOG

FAST-PACED STRUCTURE

“Steve?” Y/n asked, tears in her eyes as she called the phone at Family Video. 

“Y/n,” Steve sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”

“No one is answering their phones.” Y/n breathed heavily, hand on the wall to try and keep herself upright. “I-I think I’m having the baby.”

“What?” Steve shouted, making a few angry mothers glare his way as they looked at the movies on the shelves. He lowered his voice. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been hurting for a few days.” Y/n cried. “I tried to stop it, Steve, but it just hurts so bad. I can’t take it.”

“Is your mom home?” Steve asked. “Or Eddie?”

“Would I be calling you if they were?” Y/n shouted.

“Right.” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “I’m on my way, Y/n. Keep trying to call Eddie.”

“Okay.” Tears were streaming down her face. She put the phone back on the receiver and sobbed. Picking the phone back up, she re-dialed Eddie’s number.

Eddie hasn’t spoken to Y/n since he fell out with Dustin. Y/n knew he needed some space, but she didn’t think that he’d ignore her. It has been two days since she last saw Eddie and two days since the cramping started to get really bad. She didn’t tell anyone in fear that she would instantly be put into the hospital. However, she was really regretting not telling anyone how bad they actually were. Because now she was home alone. Dustin was with his friends, her mother was at work, and Eddie was M.I.A. 

“Hello?” Y/n sighed in relief upon hearing the voice of Uncle Wayne.

“Uncle Wayne,” Y/n said. “Is Eddie there?”

“Y/n,” Wayne began. “Is everything okay?”

“Is Eddie there, Wayne?” Y/n is becoming impatient.

“He just went out to the store.” Wayne said. “He should be back soon. Why?”

“I’m about to go to the hospital.” Y/n explained. “The baby’s coming.”

“Right now?” Wayne shouted into the phone. “O-okay. Okay, okay, I’ll go find Eddie. We’ll meet you there!”

“Thank you, Wayne.” Y/n said, putting the phone back onto the receiver. She hobbled over to the dining table and sat down in the closest seat. Her hands were cradling her belly as she groaned in pain. 

“Y/n!” Steve pounded on the front door of her house after speeding into her driveway. He’s surprised that a cop didn’t pull him over, he felt like he was driving like Max. “Y/n!” He knocked again. He peeked through the windows and saw Y/n sitting at the table, eyes scrunched up in pain. He quickly realized that she wouldn't be able to stand to open the door, so he began to look for the spare key. Upon finding the key, which was hidden in a potted plant, he ran to Y/n’s side.

“Steve,” Y/n gasped, reaching out for him. ��You gotta get me to a hospital, now!”

“Okay,” He nodded, placing his hands on her waist to help her stand. “But we have to walk to the car first, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/n nodded, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. Her legs were shaking, as was the rest of her. She was nervous, very nervous. She had expected this to go smoothly. She had expected Eddie to be the one to drive her to the hospital. Everything was going wrong, all wrong.

“Wait, Steve,” Y/n grabbed onto his upper arm after she was sat in the passenger seat. “Go grab my bag. It’s in my closet.”

“Okay.” He nodded, quickly running back inside through the front door, which Steve forgot to close, to grab the bag. Y/n cried and leaned her head against the headrest.

“Oh god, oh god,” She cried. “This can’t be happening right now.”

“Eddie!” Wayne called out, running up to Eddie, who was standing in front of the chips at the gas station.

“Wayne,” Eddie’s eyes widened. “What’s going on?”

“Y/n’s in labor.” He said, grabbing onto Eddie’s elbow and pulling him towards the front of the store.

“What?” Eddie’s heart dropped into his stomach. “What do you mean?”

“She called the house and said she’s having the baby.” Wayne explained as they both walked to the car. Eddie got into the passenger seat and ran his hands over his face. 

“W-where, where is she?” He asked Wayne as he drove down the road. “Did I miss it? Did she already have the baby?”

“I don’t know.” Wayne shrugged. “But she called about twenty minutes ago asking for you. We’re meeting her at the hospital.”

“Oh my god.” Eddie leaned forward, resting his head on his knees. He sat up and leaned his head back, taking deep breaths. “I’m about to be a father.”

“Get ready, boy.” Wayne smiled slightly, hitting him on the arm. “Your life’s about to change.”

“Was she mad?” Eddie asked, worried. “I-I haven’t talked to her in a couple days.”

“I know that, you idiot.” Wayne grunted. “But she seemed more worried than anything.”

“Worried?” Eddie frantically asked. “Worried why?”

“Eddie, she’s having a baby.” Wayne scoffed. “Wouldn’t you be worried too?”

“I am worried.”

“Well, there you have it.”

Steve kept throwing worried glances towards Y/n, who was focused on her breathing and trying not to have the baby in Steve’s car. Although Steve isn’t the father, he felt like he was going to vomit. He didn’t know how babies worked, he didn’t know how labor worked, he didn’t know how any of this stuff worked. At one point, Y/n had yelled at him because he kept swerving the car to avoid all of the potholes, which just pissed her off.

“Are we almost there, Steve?” Y/n whimpered. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Yeah,” He nodded. “We’re about five minutes away. Just hold on, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry for this, Steve.” She sniffled. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Don’t be sorry, Y/n.” He shook his head. “You’re one of my best friends, I’d do anything for you.”

“You mean it?” She asked, bottom lip quivering.

“Of course.” He answered genuinely.

“Well,” She reached over to grab his free hand. “If Eddie doesn’t make it in time, can you hold my hand?”

“Yeah,” He instantly said. “You can hold my hand if you want to.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

Eddie didn’t wait for Wayne to put the car in park once in the hospital’s parking lot. He ran into the hospital and frantically searched for someone he could talk to. His eyes locked onto the reception desk and he ran over, nearly knocking over a few nurses, who glared after him.

“My girlfriend, she’s having a baby.” Eddie told the receptionist, who just blinked at him.

“Congratulations.” She said, sarcastically. 

“Where is she?” He asked. The woman sighed and grabbed the patient information book.

“What’s her name?” She asked, flipping the book open.

“Y/n L/n.” Eddie said. Wayne soon joined his side and waited for the lady to tell them the information. The receptionist lady shook her head.

“We don’t have anyone here by that name.” Her voice was monotone. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean?” Wayne asked. “She came here.”

“Eddie?” A voice called out, making Eddie and Wayne turn around to see Y/n being supported by Steve.

“Y/n!” Eddie ran towards her and pulled her into a hug. “Oh my god, I was so worried.”

“Eddie, you beat me here?” She asked in surprise as she pulled away from the hug. 

“Wayne drives like a psycho.” He laughed, making her smile slightly. The happy moment was soon over as Y/n hunched over in pain again.

“Hey!” Eddie shouted. “My girl’s having a baby. Someone help.” It was as if those were the magic words, as a ton of nurses flocked towards Y/n. They got her in a wheelchair and pushed her towards the maternity ward, Eddie, Wayne, and Steve following her. Just as she was through the double doors, one of the nurses stopped the three men.

“Family only.” The nurse said.

“He’s the father.” Steve said, shoving Eddie forward. 

“Y-yeah,” Eddie nodded. “That’s my wife in there.”

“Okay,” The nurse nodded. “Follow me.” Eddie glanced back at his uncle and Steve as the doors closed. Wayne gave Eddie thumbs up as Steve waved through the window on the door.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie smiled the second he laid his eyes on Y/n, who lay in the hospital bed, numerous wires and tubes attached to her body. Eddie was told to wait outside of the room for a few moments whilst the nurses helped Y/n prepare for birth. The same nurse, who had let Eddie go with Y/n, was the one that told Eddie he can finally go into the room.

“Hi.” She smiled weakly. “I don’t hurt anymore, Eds.”

“No?” He pulled a chair to the side of the bed and grabbed her hand. “How come?”

“They gave me a shot in my back.” She explained. “It makes the pain go away.”

“It’s called Epidural.” A nurse explained as she wrote down Y/n’s vitals. 

“E-epidural?” Eddie asked, looking at the nurse. “Is that going to hurt her? Or the baby?”

“Not one bit.” The nurse flashed a comforting smile. “It actually makes both mom and baby very comfortable.”

“Really?” He sighed in relief. “Thank god.” Both the nurse and Y/n laughed.

“You two are going to be amazing parents.” The nurse complimented.

“Thank you.” Eddie and Y/n said at the same time, making them look at each other and giggle. The nurse gave the pair one last smile before exiting the room.

“Are you scared?” Y/n asked, playing with a strand of Eddie’s hair.

“Terrified.” He breathed out. “What if the baby like… rejects me or some shit?”

“It’s not going to reject you, Eddie.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re their daddy.”

“Thought I was your daddy.” Eddie smirked. Y/n tisked and waved him off.

“Alright,” She groaned. “That’s enough. Quit being ridiculous, you’re about to become a father.”

“You love me.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead.

“I do.” She nodded, looking into his eyes. “You know, I hope they have your eyes, Eds.”

“Yeah?” He smiled. “Well, I hope they have their mama’s good looks.”

“Oh my gosh.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re insane, Eds.”

“Steve!” Dustin shouted upon seeing his best friend sitting in the hospital waiting room. Steve looked up at the sound of Dustin’s voice and stood up. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s up in the room with Eddie.” He answered. They were there for about four hours. Dustin and Claudia were unable to be contacted, as Dustin was riding around town on his bike and Claudia was at work, where there was very limited phone usage.

“Eddie’s here?” Dustin asked, prompting Steve to nod in confusion. 

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Steve asked, glancing between Dustin and Claudia.

“Dusty and Eddie had a fight when we found out Eddie was the real father.” Claudia explained, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “He hasn’t spoken to Y/n in a couple days.”

“What?” Steve’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I thought they’re on good terms now?”

“They are.” Claudia nodded, then sent a stern look towards Dustin. “But Dustin, here, said some very mean things to Eddie and scared him away.”

“Why would you do that?” Steve asked. “You practically worship the guy.”

“Worshipped, past tense.” Dustin grit. “He lied to me.”

“Well, you can’t be mad forever.” Steve placed his hands on his hips and shook his head at Dustin. “He’s the father to your niece or nephew.”

“Yeah.” Dustin sighed, shifting his eyes towards the ground. “I know.”

“Uhh…” Wayne trailed, shuffling over to Dustin and Claudia. “I’m Wayne. Wayne Munson, Eddie’s uncle.”

“Claudia,” Claudia shook Wayne’s hand. “Y/n’s mother.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” Wayne smiled. “Both of you.”

“Ditto.” Claudia smiled. “Oh, but isn’t this exciting? We’re about to be grandparents!”

“I don’t know if I’m old enough to be a grandfather.” Wayne laughed. “But those two are so happy together.”

“Oh, I know.” Claudia gushed. “Y/n has never been happier than she has been with Eddie. It’s sweet.”

“Very.”

“Okay, mom,” A younger nurse clapped her hands as she walked towards the end of Y/n’s bed and lifted her blanket. “We’re going to check your dilation.”

“Okay.” Y/n nodded, her hand grabbing onto Eddie’s. The nurse placed Y/n’s feet onto the stirrups and checked her cervix. 

“Have you felt a pushing sensation yet?” The nurse asked.

“Yeah.” Y/n said. Eddie squeezed her hand and gave her a comforting smile.

“Alright, you’re almost ten centimeters dilated and I can see your baby’s head.” The nurse said, covering Y/n’s legs back up. “I’ll go get the doctor and you’ll soon have your baby.” The nurse smiled and soon left the room. Eddie’s eyes went wide and he started to sweat in nervousness.

“Oh my god. They can see the head.” He let go of Y/n’s hand and ran his hands through his hair. “You’re about to have a baby.”

“I know.” Y/n gave a nervous smile. “I’m so scared.” Tears came to her eyes and her hands shook.

“Me too, sweetheart,” Eddie grabbed her hands again. “Me too.”

“I can’t wait to meet them.” Y/n smiled through her tears. 

“Me either.” Eddie smiled. “Oh, do you have an extra hair tie?”

“Yeah, in my bag.” She pointed to the corner of the room where her hospital bag sat. Eddie turned and grabbed her bag, searching through the pockets. “Why?”

“You’re having a baby.” He stated, fishing out the hair tie and pulling his hair back. “It’s about to get messy here.”

“Eddie!” Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love me!” He quipped with a smirk.

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“Miss L/n?” The doctor asked, walking into the room about two minutes later. “You ready to have a baby?”

“What would happen if I said no?” Y/n laughed nervously.

“Well,” The doctor smiled. “You’d still have a baby.”

“Then I guess I’m ready.” She grabbed Eddie’s hand and squeezed tightly as the doctor placed her feet back onto the stirrups. 

“Alrighty.” The doctor sat down on a stool at the foot of the bed and began to give instructions. “I’m going to count to three and on three, I want you to push as hard as you can.”

“Oh my god.” Y/n screwed her eyes shut and Eddie shuffled his feet, becoming increasingly nervous.

“One,” The doctor began. “Two,”

“You got this, sweetheart.” Eddie whispered to Y/n, rubbing her shoulder gently.

“Three!”

“Eddie,” One of the nurses said after about ten minutes of pushing. “Look down, you can see your baby’s head.”

“Yeah?” Eddie moved a bit towards the end of the bed and looked between Y/n’s legs. He felt a little queasy at all of the blood, but his gaze was focused on his baby’s head. “Oh my god, they have a lot of hair.”

“Yes, a lot of it!” The same nurse agreed. “They got that from you, dad.”

“God, babe, they have so much hair.” Eddie told Y/n, who was focused on pushing still. Her face was beat red, sweat covered her entire body. 

“Ugh!” Y/n groaned, taking in deep breaths. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” 

“You got it, mom.” The nurse on her other side said. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I can’t.” Y/n cried. “I’m so tired!”

“A few more pushes until your baby’s out.” She comforted. “Just do a few more and then you’ll be done.”

“I can’t, I can’t!” Eddie buried his face in Y/n’s neck and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, whispering encouraging words to her.

“Two more big pushes, Y/n.” The doctor said from between her legs. “Ready, one, two-”

Y/n’s discomfort faded away the second she heard her baby’s cries. Loud, piercing screams flooded the hospital room. Both Eddie and Y/n burst into tears as well. Eddie’s eyes never left his baby as they were placed onto Y/n’s chest.

“Eddie,” The doctor asked, handing Eddie a scissor-like object. “Would you like to cut the cord?”

“Y-yeah.” He wiped his tears away and took the scissors from the doctor. 

“It’s not going to hurt the baby, is it?” He panicked. The doctor chuckled and shook his head.

“The baby won’t feel a thing.” He assured.

“How do I do it?” Eddie asked.

“Just cut right here.” The doctor pointed to an area on the umbilical cord. Eddie nodded and gently snipped the fleshy cord.

“Congratulations, mom and dad.” One of the nurses clapped her hands. “You have a baby now!” Eddie looked at Y/n, tears in their eyes and big smiles on their faces. 

Wayne was getting anxious and it was making everyone else anxious. His leg was bouncing, his head was in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Nancy and Robin had shown up a few minutes ago after Steve called saying that the baby was on its way. Nancy was the one that promised Y/n and Eddie that she’d babysit whenever they needed. She has two younger siblings and is the most equipped to care for a baby. 

“Can you stop?” Robin asked Wayne, making all eyes turn to her. “It freaks me out when other people freak out. And if, if you’re freaking out, then I freak out, then Y/n won’t let me hold her baby.”

“S-sorry.” Wayne scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. 

“I accept your apology.” Robin smiled. Claudia gave Robin a strange look, but kept to herself. Everyone in the group jumped when someone came barreling out of the maternity ward doors. It was Eddie. His eyes were red from crying, his pulled back hair had a million flyaways, and he looked a bit tired. 

“Eddie!” Wayne stood up, causing everyone to follow.

“It’s a girl.” Eddie began to cry again. “And she’s so beautiful!”

“A girl!” All the girls cheered. Nancy and Robin screamed and jumped up and down. Steve and Dustin hugged each other in celebration, happy to both be uncles. Claudia and Wayne gave each other a small hug as well, telling each other congratulations. 

“Who does she look like more?” Robin asked eagerly. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“She- uh, she has a lot of hair. Curly, like mine.” Eddie began to describe, wiping away some of his tears. “But she’s just… so perfect. She looks more like Y/n than anything, but Y/n disagrees.”

“What’s her name?” Claudia asked.

“Oh, right.” Eddie laughed. “I came out here to tell you that too.”

“It’s Stevie.” Steve stated with a smirk. “I knew it.”

“It’s not Stevie.” Eddie shook his head, laughing. “Actually, Y/n and I compromised on a name. I chose her first name, she chose the middle name.”

“Ugh, enough with the suspense.” Robin groaned, punching Eddie in the arm. “Tell use the damn name!”

“Her name is-”

“Y/n!” Claudia immediately went to Y/n’s side. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

“I’m alright, ma.” Y/n smiled as her mother grabbed her hand. “Tired, but I’m alright.”

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for the birth.” Claudia apologized.

“It’s okay.” Y/n shook her head. “Everything went smoothly.”

“Where’s the baby?” Robin asked as she and everyone else filed into the room.

“The nurse just went to check her vitals.” Eddie said. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Wow, so like,” Robin sighed, eyes wide. “You’re a mom now.”

“Yeah.” Y/n giggled. “Crazy, right?”

“Totally crazy.” 

“How long did it take to have her?” Nancy asked, crossing her arms. 

“Oh, uhmm…” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “I pushed for about twenty minutes, I think.”

“Wow, that was quick.” Claudia gasped. “I pushed for an hour with you and two for Dusty.”

“Mom.” Dustin blushed.

“Oh, look!” A nurse cheered upon walking back into the room, pushing a cart with the baby inside. “Everyone’s here to see you!” The nurse picked up the baby and placed her into Y/n’s arms, where everyone immediately flocked around. They cooed at the small baby, who was wrapped in a pink blanket.

“Everyone,” Eddie began, sitting by Y/n’s side. “Meet Mallory Rose Munson.”

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[brbzonedout]

Earth 42 Rio and Miles go grocery shopping!!

I saw this art by @bluumey and had to make something. Also, I wrote this all in one sitting so don't jump me too badly.

“No Miles…for the 47th time”. Rio sighs as she ducks into the driver's seat of her car.

He trails behind her and repeats the same motion on the passenger's side. “C’mon mami- hear me out! If you let me start driving now”, Miles clicks his seat belt into place. “I'll be a stupid good driver by the time I take my test”.

“And I’d be a stupid bad mother if I let my 14-year-old son drive through Brooklyn without a license or permit!…so we done here?” She pulls off from the street to the nearest store.

They arrive and park in a nearby garage then get out and make their way into the store then BOOM all hell breaks loose. Y’all know how moms (or other guardians) be in stores.

“De acuerdo, Hijo!” She snaps as Miles starts to walk away on his own. “No no, I need your help it'll be faster that way.”

Soon as he hears that it's over for him he knows that he's not getting out of this store until the sun goes down.

-

Rio drags him all over the store as he walks behind her picking everything off the shelf that she listed.

“Ma are these ripe enough?” Said as he gestures towards a group of plantains sitting in the produce section.

“Let me see…” The look on her face was confused as I don't know what, “Are they serious, putting these out knowing damn well they're not ready…you know what excuse me!” she exclaims as she flags down an employee.

“Oh lord-”

-

They finally grab everything from her list and make their way to the checkout line. Miles puts everything up on the conveyor belt, his job every time a trip to the store is taken. Rio hands over her coupons and cash to the cashier, everything is going great.

When all of a sudden they're about the walk back to the parking garage Miles hears…

“RIO?! RIO MORALES?! OMG!”

“Oh, a la mierda mi vida... cada vez...” Miles says folding his arms and laying down on the cart handle.

Mrs.Morales hears her name and spins around leaving him with the cart.

“You’re kidding!!! It's been so long!” They run up and hug each other.

“I know 7 years I think?! That's crazy, how’s the family- wait I'm so sorry about Jeff.”

“It's hard but you know one day at a time…”

“I know that's right- oh my god” The old friend looks behind Rio at the boy leaning over the shopping cart. “Is that the baby?!”

Rio giggle “Yeah that's him…not so much of a baby anymore…Miles! Ven aqui say hi!”

Poor Miles just wants to go home but reluctantly walks toward them the cart rolling in front. “Hi…” He waves with an awkward smile.

“Ah! He's so big…damn time really does fly what grade you in now?”

“9th…at Brooklyn Visions.”

“Oh ok! I see you gotta brain just like your mama..”

Rio and her friend talk for at least thirty more minutes. Until they finally hug and part ways causing Miles to get a lipstick mark on his cheek at just won't come off.

-

Finally, they make it back home and pull into a parking spot. “Ma…you know I love you but, please next time just send me down there with the list.”

Rio cracks up laughing, once again noticing the sunset and the prominent red kiss mark on his face. “Yeah, ok baby…maybe that's an idea for next time.” She says while licking her thumb trying to remove the stain.

“Stop- Mami!” he groans wiping the spit from his face, as she continues quietly laughing.

“Just stay still!!”.

That's all this definitely feels short and fast but I just wanted to put something else out! If y'all have any tips on how I can my writing sound more fluid let me know, thanks for reading<3.

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[thecreelhouse]

part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt fem!reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!!

Summary: Your last day in North Dakota finally arrives. Both Gator and you find ways to make the best of the remaining time together, but not without emotional roadblocks and complications surrounding your future with him.

It’ll all work out, right?

Word count: 11.7k

CW/Tags: PTSD, daddy issues for both reader and Gator, hurt/comfort, soft n sweet smut, fluff, discussion of familial abuse

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A/N: hooooooo boy, here it is, the final chapter of this series!! There’s a fuck ton of hurt/comfort, diving into past traumatic childhood experiences, and lots of daddy issues from both gator and reader. I definitely got emotional writing this, but I hope y’all enjoy it regardless <3 I’m already working on a follow up, so keep your eye out for it in the near future!! Love y’all, tysm for all of the support on here and AO3!!

Day 10

“Where the hell are we goin’?” The already few, spaced out, empty properties began to fade away into the distance when you looked out the side mirror of Gator’s truck. “There’s nothin’ out here, Gator.”

  “Calm your tits—“

  You pointedly glare his way, “Don’t bring them into this.”

 He disregards your remark, settling your question, “It’s worth the trip, I promise.”

  Eyes still narrowed at him, you cross your arms before mentioning, “I watch true crime documentaries, I know what comes next.”

  “Christ, I’m not— please say you’re joking.”

  A laugh sneaks out, and Gator rolls his eyes while still focused on the road. Or, well, what should be a road. The snow’s packed tight onto the ground, and you’re pretty sure it’s a desolate, dirt road under all that frozen water.

The tall pine trees tower high above the car, thickening alongside the road as Gator drives on. He’s going at a safe pace, which you’re grateful for, considering how lumpy the road is.

  “Can I see this?” You ask, reaching over to him before he can even answer, plucking his hat off his head.

  “Hey, I didn’t say you could!”

  “Ya’ snooze, ya’ lose.” You put it on backwards, the way he wears it sometimes. Gator can’t be mad, he thinks you look cute in anything of his, and this is no different. He can’t help taking quick side glances at you, lips quirking into a soft smile when he notices you adjusting it in the sun visor’s mirror.

  “Where’s your hat?”

  “Home,” You frown, catching onto the way you answer him. “I mean, your home, not like, mine.  Just…. Y’know.”

  “Uh-huh.” Gator’s been taking every chance to tease you tonight, like he has to make the best of the time you have left together. “I think you just wanna live here again.”

  “In your dreams, Tillman.” You’re only joking back, but something about your response feels low. “Y’know, you’re the only thing keeping me from going home.”

  “Weird, since I was the thing that made you want to leave.” His is a low blow, too, but it’s only fair. Gator pulls off the road, past the edge of the tree line before driving into a wide, open field. “What do I gotta do to make ya’ stay, darlin’?” He’s sad you’re leaving tomorrow, technically later today; it’s way past midnight of the day you’re set to fly back. But he refuses to be that guy who holds their partner back from their own goals and dreams for his own selfish reasons. 

  Is it so selfish of Gator to want to give you the love and care you’ve always deserved?

  “Well, for starters, not drag me out into the middle of nowhere like you’re about to kill me-“

  “Here I am, tryin’ to take you on a cute date—“

  “A date? In the big empty field? No one else around for miles? Unless someone’s out hidin’ in the forest.”

  “We can just go back home, if ya’ want.”

  “Yours, or mine?” You waggle your eyebrows at him. Gator rolls his eyes with a huffed out laugh, leans over, grabbing the hat back and getting out of the truck before you can steal it again. 

  You start to step out from the passenger side, but Gator runs around the front of the truck, blocking you from exiting. 

  “Hey, what gives?”

  “Gimme one minute, okay? And don’t peek. Just stay here for a sec’.” Gator doesn’t wait for your answer, just gently pushes the door closed while winking at you and heading to the back. 

  The sound of the truck’s gate coming down and rustling in the cab echoes through to the front of the truck. “That looked more like an eye twitch,” You loudly grumble.

  “Hey!” Gator’s muffled voice is heard through the cab’s windows, earning your giggles. He opens the window connecting the truck to the cab, but only enough to see him. The windows were covered, anyway. He’s smiling like a dork at you. “You gonna survive the cold for two seconds?”

  “I will, but you won’t if I lock you out.”

  “Jesus, you’re in high gear tonight.” He teases, shutting the window before rounding back to open your door. “C’mon, old lady.” He holds your hand out for you, linking his arm into yours as you slide out. The two of you wander to the back of the truck, cold nipping at your skin. 

  “Oh my God, I made one comment about resting my eyes—“

  “Which turned into a four hour nap—“

  “Listen, I love a good depression nap—“ You stop, but not by interruption and banter this time. You’re staring into the bed of the truck in awe; string lights loosely dangle along the interior, with what looks like endless, comfy blankets and pillows. There’s a basket with snacks and two beer tallboys— well, that nasty liquid dirt he calls beer, for himself, but some kind of fruity cider for you. Somewhere buried beneath the blankets, a soft, futon-like mattress creates a barrier between the blankets and truck’s bed, so neither of you end up on the cold metal. It’s not the most glamorous set up, but you can tell he put a lot of effort into this.

  Gator points to the little tea-light candles around the interior, too. “Sorry they’re not real, but I know we’re both way too fuckin’ clumsy for real candles.” 

  You laugh, “You’re not wrong.” You look at Gator, then back to the setup, and back to him, still in awe. “You did this?”

  “I know it’s not fancy, or anythin’, but I figured maybe you’d wanna see some stars before goin’ back to all that light pollution.”

  “Who knew you were such a romantic, Tillman?” You’re pulling him into the truck as you climb in, kicking your shoes off, careful not to track snow in. 

  You used to love stargazing when you lived here. The wide open spaces, the ones you hated most, were some of the greatest locations to stargaze. You and Willow came out to spots like these often, and eventually Gator would join sometimes. Willow never minded. She honestly loved when the three of you were together, for anything. Willow saw Gator as family, and vice versa.

  ———

  Fixated on the sky, the three of you shared a blanket on top of a tarp, keeping the blanket dry from the snowy ground. Willow’s got her wide, curious eyes pointed upwards, one gasp after another as she watched meteors shoot across the horizon, sparkling in their own trails.

  “Didya’ see that one?! Holy shit!”

  “Willow, watch your mouth.”

  Willow stuck her tongue out at you like a child before gazing back at the sky. “Like you weren’t just saying every damn cuss in the book when snow got in your boot a few minutes ago.”

  Gator couldn’t help but laugh; any time Willow came at you with the sisterly banter, Gator always backed her up, the two of them outnumbering you.

  “She’s got a point.”

  “See? Thank ya’, Gator—” Willow lost her track of thought when something flashed above. “That was the biggest one yet!” You always loved how her childlike wonder came out during the purest moments in life. 

  She was still a child. She would always stay a child. Forever.

  If only you made a wish on one of the meteors, for Willow to stay, for her to be able to grow up, grow old. The two of you always joked about getting Victorian farmhouses next to one another as old ladies, with lots of happy, fat cats in each home, and wrap-around porches to watch sunsets from in handmade rocking chairs.

  Willow would never live long enough to see if that silly joke would come true.

  “You haven’t wished on any of these yet, kiddo.” When you pointed this out, Gator stole the end of your blanket, trying to stay warm, too. You sighed playfully, giving up as much of the blanket as possible without surrendering your own warmth. Gator slid closer to keep from pulling the soft fabric from you, but it just gave you butterflies.

  “You don’t know that. I could’ve kept a wish to myself. You’re supposed to do that, y’know, or it won’t come true.”

  “That’s silly,” You retorted, “Saying it out loud won’t ruin a wish if ya’ keep workin’ towards it.”

  Willow huffed, rolling her eyes at you before grabbing her thermos, “You’re a stick in the mud. Where’s the fun in tellin’ everyone your wishes? Those are like… deep secrets.” She shivered as she sipped from the container, filled with hot cocoa. “Man, this stuff rules.”

  “Mama’s recipe, but I added some cinnamon sugar.” You murmured with a soft smile while your kid sister warmed herself up with the cocoa.

  “A bajillion times better than her’s.” Willow admitted, staring back up at the sky, before she softly called your name. You give her your full attention as she asked, “You think we’re gonna make it out someday?”

  Gator sat back, not wanting to invade the personal conversation between two siblings, but he did admire the way you looked out for Willow. He always did. 

  You didn’t miss a beat answering Willow, “F’course I do, Lo. I know we will. You’re gettin’ your license soon, I got approved for that new place, we got our lil’ launch pad, and when you’re done with school—“

  “Can’t we just go when you’re done with your senior year?” She suggested; you knew she wanted out of here as soon as possible. “I can always do online schoolin’ to graduate!”

  You hesitated. There was nothing more you wanted than to promise Willow safety and unconditional love. You already did your best, but it wouldn’t be official until you could finally convince your parents to let you take custody of her. There was so much you couldn’t help her with because you weren’t her legal guardian.

  Shielded by the blanket you shared with Gator, he gave your arm a gentle squeeze, a little gesture of understanding and support.

  “One day at a time, kiddo.” Was all you were able to tell her. She nodded, disappointed; it was always the same answer, but she knew there was only so much you could do. Willow didn’t have full freedom until you could hopefully adopt her, or wait two more years before turning eighteen.

  “Maybe it’ll happen sooner if I wish on it.” She murmured, staring back at the sky. 

  That’s when Gator chimed in, “Y’think it’ll have a better chance of comin’ true if we all wished on it?” He was doing his best to keep the two of you optimistic. 

  “Gotta wait for a real big one— oh!” Willow sat up as the biggest shooting star of the night crossed over the three of you. It burned the brightest, it filled both you and Willow with the hope to keep on keeping on. She grinned back at the two of you. “That was good timin’, Gator.”

  When Willow looked back to the sky, you mouthed a ‘Thank you’ to Gator. The response of his smile was warm and comforting.

  “Alright, kid, we should probably get goin’.” You suggested. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’, and you forgot your damn gloves. Better not have frostbite.”

  Willow giggled as she asked, “One more wish?” you nodded, and she looked up as she waited for the right meteor to appear. It wasn’t long before a meteor shot across the sky, nearly as bright as the previous, flashed before her eyes. She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers for a moment. “Okay, I’m ready. And no frostbite, promise.” She wiggled her hands in front of your face as proof.

  While the three of you were packing your belongings up, heading back to Gator’s truck, Willow murmured, “I hope it comes true. Maybe it’s one that it’s okay to say out loud. Maybe it’d help make it come true.”

  You turned to her, curious. “Y’gonna tell me what it is?”

  Willow smirked, glancing at you and Gator, “Yeah,” she opened the truck’s door, throwing her stuff onto the car seat before climbing in. “I wished the two of you would just get together already.”

  Gator exchanged a look with you, exasperated and embarrassed, while the both of you tried coming up with cover ups and excuses, “I- it’s not like that,” and, “we’re just friends”. His cheeks were red, and you held your hands up in defense, eyes wide at her audacious admission.

  “Uh-huh,” Willow gave the two of you a perceptive look, bold smirk still present. “Tell me that in ten years.” 

  ——

  “Do you think there’s an afterlife?” You find yourself asking Gator, cuddled in blankets with him, while holding your cider can; your hands are shielded by the blanket, making it a little less frigid to hold the cold can. 

  The two of you are perched on the truck’s tailgate, eyes glued to the sky above while you point out some constellations, the few you could remember from Willow’s shared knowledge, at least.

  “Where’s that comin’ from?” Gator’s a little puzzled by your question. “Course I do. We gotta go somewhere after this, right?”

  Gaze still on the stars, you nod. “I only believe in heaven a lil’ bit. Only because I’d like to think ‘Lo got there. Or some place like it.” Your head rests on his shoulder while a small laugh slips out. “Remember when ‘Lo wished we’d date?”

  Gator snorts at the memory, “She knew before either of us did.”

  “I think whatever afterlife she ended up in, she’s watchin’ us from, laughing at how dumb we were right now.” You take a swig from your can, finishing off the alcohol inside while you follow up with, “I wish she was still here.”

  Gator follows suit, drinking the last of his shitty beer before pulling you into him, throwing the cans aside somewhere in th cab. “I know, darlin’. I do too.” He kisses the top of your head softly, lingering for a moment, basking in the moment and your warmth, your presence; it’ll all be gone again later today, and he’s trying to cherish every second left the two of you have together.

  “Sometimes I wonder if she hates me, or if she’s mad at me that I didn’t do more to help her. Maybe… maybe she’d still be here.” 

  “No way, no chance in hell Willow would ever hate you, not in this life, or any life. She’d be so proud of you, y’know.” Gator speaks softly, fingers lightly tracing along the arm his hand rests on; his arm slung behind your shoulders, keeping you close. “Ya’ still got outta here, you moved halfway ‘cross the country, all on your own. You created a whole new life for y’self, one that you always deserved. She really would be proud, darlin’.” Gator tilts your face to his, hand resting along your jaw and cheek. “I know I am.”

  The tears are already flowing, but you don’t bother trying to stop them. They’re not necessarily happy tears, but they’re not sad, either. Gator swipes some stray drops away with his thumb, and you can’t help leaning into his touch.

  He’s not exactly sure why, maybe it’s because of the emotions running high, or the heartbreaking conversation, but he feels it’s right to ask first, respect boundaries, “Hey, darlin’?”

  “Hm?”

  “Can I kiss ya’?”

  You’re smiling and nodding. “Always, Gator.” You lean into him first; it’s delicate and brief. You pull back to look him in the eye while he wraps his arms around you fully, nudging you back into him, kissing you again. 

  Neither of you rush the pace, letting things flow at their own rate; hands wandering on one another’s bodies, as if it’s the first time you’ve ever touched. Your lips dance with his, slow and smooth like silk, as if you’ve had yet to kiss. Gator tries to be graceful with the way his tongue swipes along your lips, asking for permission to be let in, but once you allow him, his teeth clash against yours, ever so slightly. It makes him breathe a laugh into you, embarrassed, but you’re still smiling into the kiss.

  It goes on like this for some time, the two of you just soaking up each other’s presence and energy, enjoying the company while it lasts. Gator can feel your heart pumping out of your chest while you’re pressed against him. You don’t miss the tiniest whimper that slips from him when you’re climbing into his lap, or the way he’s tugging at your clothes, trying to bring you closer to him, as if there was still a gap to close.

  Foreheads pressed together, he pulls back, whispering, “I love you.” He’s responded the few times you’ve said it, but this time he said it first. Breathless, your lips ghost over his, “I love you, too.”

  Gator rarely heard those words said to him, nor did he ever really feel a need to tell someone he loved them. Being raised in a family where love was conditional, if it even existed, took a toll on his heart growing up. Hearing it from you sounds so honest, like your love is unconditional for him.

  It always has been.

  You’ve only exchanged those words with Willow, until you moved. Some of your closest friends in the city say it, and mean it, and you mean it in return, but this is different. This doesn’t stop at the boundary of ‘just friends’. This has no barrier. This is something you’ve always felt, even when hate shadowed over your love for Gator, it was always there. Just like his feelings were always there for you, too.

  His lips crash back onto yours, and everything is bliss.

  When the two of you meld together like this, the darkest moments of the past and their consequences fade away. Every little fuck up, harsh word, insult, even the years of silence, they all fall off into some distant place; out of sight, out of mind.

  “Need,” Is all you can think to say, muffled against his lips while you’re dizzy from all of the emotions you’re running through tonight. 

  Gator’s kissing down your neck, trying his best not to rush for the sake of chasing a high too soon. “What d’ya need, darlin’?” The gravelly tone of his voice reverberates against your sensitive skin. A breath shudders out of you before pulling back, leaving Gator lost, but he reminds you, “We don’t have to do anythin’ if you’re not up for it.”

  You’re shaking your head feverishly, moving back onto the pillows while grabbing Gator, tugging him back with you. He stops himself from falling forward onto you with his hands outstretched, boxing you in. ”Wait-“

  ”Can’t.” Your fingers are gracelessly fumbling with the zipper of his jacket, but he grabs your hand, stopping you.

  ”Just wanna close the back so we don’t freeze, that’s all,” Gator’s quick to pull the gate back up, shutting everything tight before coming back to you. “Always so needy.” It’s lighthearted teasing, but it ignites a spark lower in your body, heat blooming everywhere from the source. 

  “Only because you’re taking your dear sweet time over there,” You’re murmuring, tugging at his clothes again so he ends up on top of you. 

  “Jesus, where’s the fire, freak?” Gator jokes as you flip him over, ending on top. “Hey, seriously, we don’t have to rush th—“ The words die on his tongue while he admires the view of you from underneath. He’s only seen you on top once, the night he convinced you to sit on his face, but this is different. There’s something really cliche, but really… angelic, about the way the moonlight spills over you from this position. 

  You’re still fully dressed, you’ve gained extra eye bags and the circles have grown darker over the last few days with messed up sleep patterns; your eyes have been red from all of the crying you’ve done, and the bruising around your face injury is only becoming more prominent as time goes on, spilling out from underneath the bandages.

  Despite it all, Gator can’t stop admiring your features, your entire being. Despite it all, you’ve got a natural beauty that radiates through the damage and trauma you’ve carried all of your life. You still try to find the bright side where you can, you’re the only one who believes in Gator, only one who ever has, passing on the hope to continue trying, continue making efforts to be a better person to him. Every little detail, mentally, emotionally, physically, inside and out, he loves. He loves you for you, and he could kick his past self for not seeing it until now, but he’s grateful he’s been given this second chance with you.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” You freeze, feeling shy under his observant stare. “Did I do something wrong?” He shakes his head quickly, sitting up and adjusting so you’re straddling him. You don’t have a chance to question what’s on his mind when he’s right back to teasing that sensitive spot on your neck with his lips. You giggle at the touch, hands wandering into his hair; he didn’t bother with slicking his hair back after showering earlier, and you’re silently thanking him, content that you can run your hands through his strands, have something to grab onto.

  The work of your hands makes him hum against your skin, making his way to your collarbone with his trail of kisses. His fingers fumble with unzipping your jacket, trying to be slow and gentle, but he needs this off now. It’s not something he desires in a haze of lust, but he just needs to be as close as possible to you, bodies pressed and tangled together, no barriers.

  “Gator?” You gasp as his cold hands work their way under your shirt, jacket and hoodie now tossed aside. When his fingers touch your bare skin, realizing you didn’t bother with a bra, he groans, while you yelp at the cool sensation of his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles against the sensitive nubs. Your head lolls back as he toys with your piercings; eyes fluttering shut, breathy little sounds escape your lips. He’s tugging at the hem of your shirt, rolling it up and over your body, tossing that into the pile of discarded clothes quickly growing next to you. 

  “Yeah?” 

  “Off.” You’re grabbing at his layers, moving quickly, wanting to feel him against you. “Fuck, m’cold.” That’s all Gator needs to hear to help you strip him faster before he’s pressed against you.

  “Gonna keep ya’ warm, promise.” He vows huskily before his mouth ends up on one nipple, hand toying with the other. Wriggling in his hold on you, you’re whining, arms wrapped around him in return. He’s alternating between teasing with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth, ever so lightly. Your heartbeat runs wild, and Gator is hooked onto the feeling of it pounding against him while he’s close to you. 

  Your hips weakly move against his; you’re giving it your all to stay patient, not rush this moment, but all you can think of is grinding down onto him, making him shudder and moan. Gator’s losing the steady train of thought he began with; he’s craving you, all of you, and his mind’s running in multiple directions at once. He’s clumsily kissing all over you, fingers working in a desperate pace to discard your pants. He needs to touch every inch of you, kiss every part of your being, because he has no fucking clue when he’ll have you this close again.

  Taking the hint of his motions, you awkwardly wiggle out of your pants, tugging his off too. It takes some patience and awkward laughs, but the two of you are finally, fully exposed to one another. The thought makes you retreat into yourself, growing shy, and Gator notices immediately.

  “You doin’ okay?” He’s asking with sincerity, as always, while checking in with you during intimate moments. You nod as heat rises to your face, incredibly aware of how exposed you are in the moment, and not just physically. “What’s got ya’ nervous?”

  You’re looking away, embarrassed, but Gator gently grabs your chin, turning you back to him. His thumb rubs gently along your jawline, a small, but mighty gesture of reassurance that you’ve grown to appreciate in your time with Gator.

  “Sorry, I… I’m realizing this is, like, the first time I’m not hidin’ behind any kinks. Hasn’t happened with anyone I’ve been with… saying it out loud sounds so ridiculous, but—“

  “Y’got nothin’ to worry ‘bout, darlin’.” Gator reassures, brushing his nose up against yours. “We can stop if you want, but if you’re okay to keep goin’, I just wanna show ya’ how much I love ya’.”

  Biting your lip softly, a slight curve of a smile appears on your face before the overthinking restarts. “I just don’t want you to disappoint you. With anythin’, not just sex.” You’re whispering, like it’s your biggest fear. Because it is. “I don’t want you to wake up one day and regret any of this happened.”

  “Disappoint me? Y’kiddin’ me?” Gator’s softly flexing himself up towards you, cock rubbing against your clit, earning a shiver and a matching whimper from you. “You could never. If anythin’, I should be worried I’ll disappoint you.”

  It’s becoming unbearable to ignore how much you want, how much you need Gator right now. You make it clear with the way you’re lazily grinding along his length. 

  “You won’t. I believe in you. You’re a better person than y- you realize, Gator.” It’s difficult to keep focused on the heartfelt conversation when the tip catches on your entrance, hitching a heavy breath in your throat in anticipation.

  “Only ‘cause of you, darlin’.” He locks eyes with you, awaiting permission silently, and you nod, pushing yourself onto him. The stretch as you sink down onto him is just as intense as the first time the two of you fucked, but this feels different. 

  “O- oh—“ The way he fills you is so mind numbing in all the best ways. He’s kissing your neck, whispering affectionate promises to you, ones that you almost miss over the way you’re breath continues to shudder. Gator’s fingers dance along your spine, tracing soothing patterns while you get adjusted to him all over again. His hands flatten against your back, holding you upright as you arch, panting softly.

  All the other times you fucked, while nothing wrong with pleasure itself, were just for that, just for chasing the high you both would desire in the heat of the moment. Now, it’s the need to be as close to one another as possible, to become one, let the world crumble away and realize all that matters in the moment is what you and Gator have together. All that matters to you in this moment is Gator Tillman. 

  Once an absolute, unjustified asshole, the reason you finally left your old life behind, the absolute bane of your existence… now, he’s trying, and showing he wants to be better. He is better than who he tried to be all those years ago. Somehow, the boy who drove you to leave everything in the Midwest, became the man you unexpectedly loved and cared for this entire time. He became your biggest supporter, your protector, and all you wanted was to give that in return. You want to be his biggest supporter, the one who encourages him that he’s so much more than the horrid hand of cards he was dealt, until he can see it himself. Even then, you’ll always support him. Even if everything were to crash and burn tomorrow, your love and support for him could never, ever change.

  Pulling back, he asks, “How y’feelin’, angel?” You’re holding your breath, nodding with your eyes clamped shut, but it’s not a sufficient enough answer for him. “Gotta talk to me, need to know if you’re okay to keep goin’ or not.” It’s not a demand trying to pressure you into consenting, it’s a demand to be open and honest for your own well being.

  “Mhm- yeah- y-“ He twitches inside you, causing you to gasp roughly. “I’m good.”

  “Y’sure?”

  “Yeah I promise, m’good,” You’re forcing yourself to breathe slowly; this is a challenge for you to just rely on passion instead of lust. It’s there, the passion is very much present, but this is new for you. “Y- you good?”

  “Look at me,” Gator softly orders, and you do, butterflies fluttering madly in your stomach as you lock eyes with him. The two of you are still for a moment, then he thrusts up into you, just once. It’s slow, but he’s not holding back on the intensity. “I’m good if you are.”

  “F—“ you bite your lip, stopping yourself from whining a pathetic ‘fuck me’, trying not to ruin the moment. A smug look winds up on his face.

  “Say it.” His lips are back on your neck, making marks; bite, sooth, repeat. 

  “No, I’m- M’tryin’ to be good.” You rasp out as he fucks into you again. 

  “You are bein’ good, darlin’.” You’re dizzy from his praise, words vibrating against your skin with his gravelly voice. “You’re my good girl, yeah?”

  That causes a ripple effect of shivers throughout your body, walls fluttering around him. Gator starts to moan, but mutes himself as he starts marking you up again.

  “I asked ya’ somethin’.” His fingers tweak and pinch at your nipples. “You gonna answer?”

  “Y- uh-huh…” Your lids are heavy, eyes ready to roll back as he thrusts into you, deeper than before. “M’your good girl.”

  “Damn right ya’ are.”

  In a lust-drunk haze, you murmur, “You’re mine too.”

  His tongue runs over a fresh bite mark, pulling a whimper out of you. He chuckles at your noise. “I am, angel. All yours.” 

  Another spark ignites within you as you think about how last minute change of plans and a miserable snowstorm brought the two of you back together, in ways you only ever dreamed of.

  “I- I love you,” You’re murmuring against his lips as he makes his way back up to your face, rolling your hips and grinding onto him. “Fuck, Gator. God. Fuck. I’m so— ah!” Gator bucks up into you, eyelids heavy with desire as his attention’s all on you. “M’so fuckin’ glad we got snowed in together.”

  Gator laughs softly before kissing you again. When he pulls back, he’s whispering between your parted lips, “Best Christmas in a long while, huh?” You’re rolling your eyes playfully, but laugh, too. Splaying your fingers against his chest, you push him back onto the pillows; as he huffs out a breath when he hits the pillows, he’s watching you in surprise and awe as you take over. 

  You tilt your hips as you arch back, hitting your sweet spot just right. Gator’s eyes begin to roll back, but he’s fighting it, wanting to watch the way you skillfully grind onto his cock. The grip your thighs have on his sides is strong, while his gaze is fixated on the way your plush thighs meet your soft hips and belly. “Fuck, you’re unreal,” he breathes, gripping into the doughy curves, guiding you as you continue rolling your hips.  

  “Please, you’re so h— fucking- f- fuck—“ You begin to spasm against his body, trying your hardest to stave off your climax.

  “Let it happen, darlin’.” Gator coaxes, bucking up into you. You cry out, feeling how deep he is inside of you. “C’mon, pretty girl, I know you can do it.” He reaches down to your clit, both painfully needy for friction and over sensitive. You’re crying out again, head falling back while your hand reaches for his free hand, lacing your fingers into his. 

  “I- I don’t want to make a m—“

  “Ya’ can, y’know I like it.”

  “But I don’t w- want t- to on you.”

  Gator bucks up into you again, grunting as his cock is buried to the hilt within you. “Did y’forget what ya’ already did on my face a few nights ago?” His words almost come off cocky, but if anything, it’s weirdly encouraging. All he cares about right now is making sure you feel good, reminding you that you’re safe with him, whether it be your deepest secrets, or your most vulnerable moments in bed.

  You’re nodding, embarrassed, but the feeling building inside of you is too sweet to ignore. The pace of your hips stutter, getting sloppy as you get closer to your high. Gator takes over, planting his feet onto the makeshift bed beneath the two of you as he fucks up into you relentlessly. The wind is stolen out of your lungs as you cry his name, climax striking through you, causing your hips to jolt and body to shake as you ride it out. There’s a faint ringing in your ears, while you feel yourself become weak. It’s not like the time you passed out, but you’re drained; you let yourself collapse forward onto Gator, holding onto him with the little bit of energy left within you. 

  “Almost there, darlin’,” He’s grunting into your ear, doing his best to finish, knowing how overstimulated and exhausted you’re already feeling. “Fuck. Fuck—“ He’s moaning your name loudly as he fills you, grip on you tight as if this is all just a dream about to end. You’re whimpering as his tempo slows, feeling fragile; for the most vanilla sex of your life, you’ve never felt this spent before. 

  Raw emotions are one hell of a rush.

  Gator is cautious and tender as he flips the two of you over to end up on top before leaning down to you. With his lips on yours, he’s not sure what pace to take, slow and steady or fast and needy, which usually comes out more clumsy than anything. He’s still inside you, barely soft as aftershocks cause your walls to flutter around him. He’s groaning as he pulls back a little to look at you, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, darlin’.” 

  “This is fucking insane, Gator.” Your voice shakes, and he’s nervously watching you, waiting for your next thought. 

  “… What is?”

  “If this was with anyone else, I’d say it’s fucking crazy to go from hating each other to loving each other in less than two weeks, but … But it feels so… right with you. I don’t fucking get it.”

  Gator leans in to kiss your forehead, lips lingering as he asks, “Is that a good thing? Because I really hope it is.”

  “Yeah- fuck. God. Sorry. I’m all over the place right now.” You try laughing it off, but a tear slips out. Your breaths won’t slow, either as another tear falls. Then another. And another.

  Get it the fuck together already.

  He’s kissing each of your tears away, but that only makes them flow faster. “What’s on your mind?”

  The words leaving you sound so broken, so foreign to you, but they’re brought to life regardless. “Can I stay?”

  Gator wants more than anything to say yes. He wants more than anything to keep you here, leaving behind any worries of when he’ll see you again. He wants the reassurance of knowing you’d be safe with him around. He wants more than anything in this goddamn world to start it all over where it began, to rewrite the future with you, to have a future at all with you, one that whatever happens, you’ll be by one another’s side.

  Except, what Gator wants isn’t what you need.

  “M’sorry darlin’, I can’t let you do that.”

  “What? Why not?” The look on your face shatters his heart. “I don’t wanna leave you.”

  “You… y’know you weren’t meant to stay here. You know yourself how much this place kills ya’ inside.” It’s not a lump in his throat, but a massive boulder; he can’t keep himself from beginning to cry. “You can’t just stay here for me. That ain’t fair to you, and everythin’ you worked so hard for.”

  Sitting up without warning, you wriggle out from underneath Gator, not even concerned about the loss of him once inside you, or the mess that the two of you made. “It’d be my choice, you’re not makin’ me do anythin’ I don’t want to.” You’re trying to stay strong, trying to hold back more tears, but the way your hands shake show otherwise.

  “And it’d be the only one you’d ever make that I couldn’t support.” This conversation, centered around your unexpected relationship and what the outcome would be before flying home, had to happen at some point while you were still here. “You wouldn’t be happy, and I know there’s nothin’ I can say or do to change that if you were to stay.”

  I fuckin’ hate when Gator knows me better than I know myself… only because he’s right.

  “So, what? I’m supposed to just… forget about all of this? Are we gonna go back to hating one another?” Your voice trembles into a scoff as you teeter on the line between anger and sadness. “Jesus, you could’ve at least waited until I got home to tell me it’s over. Y’didn’t have to say you loved me back if you didn’t mean it.”

  “No, wait, that’s not—“ He’s freezing up, thoughts tangling into impossible knots to sort through. Anger builds inside him, not towards you, but towards himself for always saying the wrong thing, to anyone in any circumstance. “I- I meant it, I swear. I wouldn’t say it back if I didn’t.”

  “Then what is it, Gator? What are you trying to tell me?” Emotions building up, you’re doing your best to take deep, steady breaths. “I lost you once already, I can’t lose you again.”

  It feels as if Gator’s chest is caving in on him, leaving him with shallow breaths and panic. ‘I lost you once already, I can’t lose  you again.’ He can’t do this to you again, he doesn’t want to hurt you like that again. He wasn’t trying to, right? 

  “I can’t let ya’ stay and waste your life away. I can’t let you stay and end up stuck with a fuckin’ loser like me.” His face reddens, and he can’t hold it back anymore. It’s not a soft cry, it’s a full on sob. “Y’made a promise to Lo, to yourself. I can’t just selfishly encourage you to throw everythin’ away, especially not for me.”

  That’s when it dawns on you; you jumped the gun, out of fear of abandonment, when he just wants to continue protecting you, even if it means keeping you miles and miles from here. Gator still thinks he needs to protect you from himself. Now you’re the one triggering his fear of abandonment without meaning to, but you’re still ashamed. 

  “Oh, God. Gator… Honey, I’m so sorry.” You’re hooking your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tucks his face into your bare shoulder, You don’t think you ever saw him cry like this before. Maybe when you were kids, when he realized his mom was never coming back home, but it wasn’t like this. This… this is tearing open barely healed scars, scarred by your pain from him leaving you behind. He just wants what’s best for you, even if it means you’re safe, far, far away from here. Even if it means he’ll never be able to see you again.

  The sobs tear through Gator, leading his body to quiver against yours. You’re the one pulling him into your lap for once, while your hold on him becomes a shelter, safe and warm, keeping his fears at bay. 

  “I- I let my worries get the best of me. I’m so sorry, love.” You’re carding your fingers through his hair soothingly, kissing his temple softly. “That was unfair to you, especially to just… ask that of you, if I could stay, I mean.”

  “Y’got no idea how badly I want to say yes.” He’s holding back his sobs. You can tell by the way his voice sounds so strained, and how tensed up he’s become. “I ruined your life once, I… I can’t do that to ya’ again by keepin’ you here.”

  “Gator, y’know you can always cry around me, right? You don’t have to hide any feelings around me.” You try comforting him. “Whatever your dad told you about emotions, and how it ain’t manly enough, he can go fuck himself. Nothin’ shows strength more than bein’ honest with yourself, even if it means cryin’ it out. You can let it out. You’re safe with me, Gator. Always.”

  Hiccuping as he attempts to stop the weeping, his embrace around you is heart-wrenching; tense but tender, finding refuge in your hug, one that’s genuine with a kind of love and grace never shown to him before.

  “You’re no loser, y’know that? I’ll remind ya’ every day ‘til y’believe it ‘cause it’s true. No one should have to grow up through the shit you have. No one should ever see what you’ve seen, not when you were just a kid, and not now. No one should ever be forced by someone to do such horrid things to others, just to earn love. No kid should ever have to earn the love of their parents. Ever.”

  Any attempt to bring the crying to a gradual end are gone again, but you know he’s needed to release this pain for years, so you continue comforting him. Not once do you attempt to quiet him down, just let him feel what he’s needed to feel for so, so long.

  In any other relationship, this dynamic would seem co-dependent, and possibly toxic. The intensity and passion that built so quickly between you two only works here because of your history together. In reality, it would destroy you if he left again, but he has the freedom and space to do so if he wanted. The same goes for you. At the end of the day, the two of you just want the best for one another, together or apart.

  You just want the clouds to finally part for Gator, to finally let him feel safe in his own self, finally learn and hold onto the truth that there’s so much more to this life than trying to be good enough for his corrupt, disgusting excuse of a father. He’s good enough without Roy’s unreachable approval. He’s more than ‘good enough’. He’s got a good heart somewhere underneath it all, and just in the last ten days, he’s proven he can keep doing better. Gator can and already is turning things around, showing he’s a better man than Roy Tillman could ever be.

  Right now, the two of you need one another, and it’s not a crime to be needy for all the appropriate reasons. It’s not a crime to be human.

  “What’s here for you, Gator? What’s keeping you in North Dakota?” It’s an honest question, one you’ve had in the back of your mind since rekindling even a hint of a friendship with him days before you hooked up.

  Gator’s attempting to slow his cries, unable to look you in the eye as he thinks for a moment. All he can come up with is a silent, weak shrug.

  “Have you ever been happy here?” You’re not trying to convince or persuade him in any way, again it’s just an honest question. This one, though, never crossed your mind until tonight.

  Still silent, Gator shakes his head.

  Deep breath, then dive in.

  “Come home with me.”

  He lifts his head, finally finding the courage to look you in the eye. Your heart twists in agony at how broken he looks, but you know he needed to let that out, actually let himself feel for once.

  “… Huh?” He stares in disbelief, wondering if the ringing in his ears from crying so hard made him misinterpret your words.

  “Come home with me.” You repeat, brushing strands of hair from his tear stained eyes. “Come back to the city with me.”

  A flicker of hope reflects in Gator’s eyes, but he’s shaking his head, doubt holding him back. “I… I don’t belong somewhere like that.”

  “You think I felt like I belonged there when I moved? Or anywhere? Some lost, miserable kid without a plan other than to leave? It took time, and I was scared, but the fear was… refreshing, compared to the fear I had here, day in and day out.” You admit, hand cupping his face along his jawline. Gator leans into your palm, breaths shuddering as he continues to slow his crying. “I’m scared out of my fucking mind for you to stay here, especially knowing your dad. Even if you go somewhere else, even if you don’t go with me, please don’t stay here. You need to go somewhere safe.” 

  “Won’t ya’ get sick of me? Isn’t your place tiny? Not that I care about it bein’ fancy, or whatever, I just don’t— wouldn’t wanna suffocate ya’.” Gator wonders out loud, eyes searching yours for any hint of a doubt or regret for asking him to come with you. 

  “I’ve got a spare room y’can have. And there’s so much to see and do around the apartment, you could always go for walks to clear your head, or whatever. I do it all the time.”

  “Oh… you have a roommate?” He assumes off your words, quickly explaining his question. ‘Cause I- I wouldn’t want to make it more crowded.” 

  “No way, I lucked out with my place. It’s the top floor of an old townhouse, pretty big overall, for New York, at least.” You huff out a quick laugh, shrugging. “I’m technically alone, but the landlady is really sweet, and I ended up makin’ friends with the other few tenants in the house. We’ve kinda all became a lil’ family of misfits, and it’s… nice. Feels more like a family than my own ever felt like.” You catch yourself mid-ramble, shaking your head with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, that was overwhelming. My point is, you’d belong too, Gator.”

  He trusts you, but the voice of doubt in the back of his mind is loud enough to make him second guess. “You’re puttin’ a lot of faith into your friends to accept someone like me.” Gator murmurs. “What if I don’t like it there?”

  “I… I can’t make you stay, I’d just encourage you to find somewhere else to go. Hell, I’d go with ya’ anywhere if it meant you were safe and happy... if that’s what ya’ wanted, of course. But it’s not safe for you here anymore, Gator.”

  He’s quiet, lost in thought as he rests his head against your chest, sighing. “I’ve never lived anywhere else.”

  You hold him close as you lay back down, pulling blankets over the two of you. “I know. It can be scary. So if you’re not into it, I just really think you should get out of here, at least. I can’t force you to do anythin’, and I don’t want to force you to do anythin’… but I do want ya’ to try to live a life you deserve, one that your shithead dad doesn’t dictate.”

  “Yeah… guess that would be nice,” Gator cuddles up to you closer, tangling himself around you. The more he thinks about it, the fear of the unknown doesn’t settle much, but knowing you’d be by his side makes him believe it’ll be alright. “Are you sure you want a pain in the ass like me to live with ya’?”

  “What am I? Not a pain in the ass to you?” You giggle, turning to face him. He looks so worn, but he’s calmer now, tears finally at their end. “Gator… I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t worried about ya’. And I wouldn’t worry if I didn’t care about ya. I just have one thing to ask of you if you decide to come with me.”

  “Yeah, f’course, what is it?”

  “Leave the hate behind. All that ignorant shit about anyone different from ya’. I know you learned it from your father, but it ain’t tolerated at my place, and for the most part, people don’t fuck with that mindset out there, either.”

  Gator doesn’t deny it, doesn’t fight it, only nods and agrees. “Yes, ma’am.” He locks eyes with you before asking, “If I fuck up with anythin’, can y’call me out? There’s a lot f’me to change, so it might take some learnin’... But I don’t wanna be bitter like this forever.”

  You stick a pinky out to him, and he laughs softly with an eye roll, hooking his pinky around yours. “Promise.” The two of you fall silent, gazing at one another, then a smile breaks on your face.

  “So… is that a yes?” You suppress your smile from growing, not wanting to get your hopes up.

  He’s raising a brow at you, feigning confusion. “Is what a yes?”

  “You, comin’ home with me. Are you saying you’ll go?”

  “Are you saying I’ll go?”

  “Gator, I swear to God.”

  “Now y’know how I felt the night you kept avoidin’ my question about you callin’ me cute.” Gator smirks, and it’s a much welcomed sight after witnessing how upset and pained he was. 

  “Okay, listen, Tillman,” You poke your finger into the middle of his chest, snorting and failing to keep a straight face. “Those are not even remotely the same!”

  “I dunno… they were both pretty rough cliffhangers.” He’s shrugging as he makes his weak argument. “It wasn’t easy survivin’ that whole day without knowin’ how y’felt about me.”

  “Gator, it was like, less than twenty-four hours  before we fucked around.”

  “Longest less than twenty-four hours of my life.” He sighs obnoxiously.

  “Yeah, leave the dramatics here, too.” Gator flips you off, so you mirror him, giving him the finger right back. 

  He pushes that hand aside before mentioning, “Hey, y’know what I just realized?”

  “That I’m the coolest and cutest person you’ve ever fucked?”

  “What? No— wait, I mean— that’s not— yeah, you are, but that ain’t what I was talkin’ about. Don’t distract me.”

  “Distract you? Like this?” You pull the blanket down to lazily flash your tits at him. He groans, but more in annoyance than anything. Giggling, you add, “Yeah, you’re definitely gonna get sick of me before I get sick of you.” 

  Ignoring the banter, Gator asks, “You mentioned that night we played ‘never have I ever’ that y’never had car sex before, right?”

  “Yeah?” You’re confused as to why he’s bringing it up. “What does that have to do with any—“ He gives you a look, screaming “Really?”. It finally hits you. “Oh, it happened! How about that. Another thing to cross off the bucket list.”

  “That was on your bucket list?” Gator’s unsure if you’re serious or not. You end up in a fit of giggles; yeah, you’re not serious. “Well, shit. I got excited, thought maybe there was more to do.”

  You’re waggling your brows at him, “We can make a list.”

  “Not if you’re givin’ me that look.” He’s shooting a stare of fake disgust, laughing through it anyway. 

  “Gonna give ya that look every time we fuck now.”

  “I’ll put a paper bag over y’head or somethin’.”

  “You’d go that far to still put your dick in me? Should I be honored or offended?”

  Gator’s signature smirk is back, and it’s surprisingly a welcome sight after his necessary breakdown. “I’ll let ya’ figure that out on your own, darlin’.”

  ———

  The two of you are dressed again, albeit, lazily, just wanting to get home and crawl into bed. Gator’s packing everything up when you look up at the sky, mesmerized all over again.

  “Wait—“ you glance at Gator before looking up, admiring the stars hung with bright hope, holding wishes from others under the same sky, looking for a way out, looking for a new start. “I need to make a wish.”

  Sunrise is in a few short hours, so the sky isn’t as deep and dark as it was when the two of you arrived, but it’s still dark enough to see the stars just fine.

  Gator comes up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his head on the top of yours, searching for a meteor along with you. Maybe, just maybe, you’d get lucky. You knew there’s always meteors falling, but they’re scarce when it’s not during a well known annual event, like the Perseids at the end of the summer, or the Geminid shower right before Christmas.

  “Whoa—“ falls from your lips while Gator’s murmuring  “That was fast.” because at the same time, the two of you notice a bright trail, flashing across the void of the night, illuminating for the briefest moment before fizzling out. You clamp your eyes shut, crossing your fingers as you silently make a wish. Gator’s watching you with amusement, noticing the way you cross your fingers on a wish the way your little sister did.

  “Okay,” You turn to Gator in his arms, smiling. “We can go.”

  He waits for you to continue, anticipation getting to him after only a few seconds. “Y’gonna tell me what you wished for?” He asks, curious. You pull on his hand, leading him back to the truck before looking back with a smirk.

  “Can’t do that,” You tease with a wink, anticipating his inevitable eye roll. “I want the wish to come true.”

   ———

  When the two of you got back to Gator’s place, the sun was up, and you both were practically crawling into bed, energy sapped by the late night date. By mid afternoon, you woke up, cozy next to Gator in his bed; you were the big spoon, for once, arms wrapped around his waist.

Looking at the clock glowing 3 PM, you were grateful your past self booked such a late return flight, at ten tonight; it turned out to be a better decision than expected, despite the inevitable jet lag you’d arrive back with.

  “My lil’ backpack,” Gator murmurs, teasing you for spooning him while he pulls you closer, tugging you by your hands on his torso. 

  “Okay, Dora the Explorer.” You’re snorting as you hug him tighter. “M’gonna miss waking up next to your annoying ass.”

  “We’re only gon’ be apart for like… a week. You’ll survive.”

  “What if I don’t, though? Then what?”

  “How were you calling me dramatic?”

  You squish your face into his back, hugging him even tighter, groaning in disappointment; you’ve started to really like the banter between the two of you, especially when waking up. The way his teasing sounds while he’s shaking the gravelly, sleepy tone off his words is something you’ve really grown fond of.

  “You sure you can’t just come with me tonight?” You know asking is fruitless, but it doesn’t stop the pathetic question from rolling off your tongue.

  “M’sorry, darlin’. I wish.” Gator replies with sincerity in his few words. “There’s some loose ends I gotta tie here first. Gotta turn in all my gear, and shit.”

  “Wait… really?”

  “It’s not like I can be a cop for Stark County all the way out on the East Coast,” He chuckles, tilting his head back a bit to catch a glimpse of you. He’s too tired to turn around just yet. “I don’t think I wanna be one at all anymore.”

  “Oh thank fuck. NYPD is corrupt as hell. I mean…. All y’all are, no offense. But NYPD cops are a whole ‘nother breed. Nasty fucks.” You grumble, but you’re relieved to hear he’s not interested in pursuing police work out in the city. 

  “Didn’t realize just how bad it was until my dad had me convinced I had to do all that fucked up shit to maybe earn his approval. I… I can’t be a part of that anymore. I can’t even try lyin’ to myself and say I’m helpin’ people. The power trip kinda got to my head, too.”

  “Kinda?” You tease with a kiss to his shoulder, resting your chin into the crook of his neck. He knows no ill-intent is in your tone, but he can’t bring himself to laugh it off, either. “It ain’t easy to admit all of that and realize the impact it left on others. M’proud of you, Gator. You’re smarter and stronger than your dad would ever fuckin’ wish to be.”

  He nods, trying to accept your encouraging sentiment, but it’s going to take time for him to believe words like that. “Thank you, darlin’.” He’s quiet for a moment before the realization crosses his mind; he has no idea what you do for a living. “Wait, what have you been doin’ out there? Why the hell am I just realizin’ I never asked?”

  “Oh, like for work? It never came up, so I never mentioned it. But lots of odd end jobs over the years, honestly. Stripped for a while, walked dogs—“

  “You? A stripper?”

  “It was brief, and good money, but it conflicted with opening shifts at the bookshop—“

  Gator finally turns around, jaw dropped at the first admission. “No, no go back. Wait— wait, bookshop? Okay, wait, forget that for a minute. Back to the stripper thing, you really did that?”

  You’re self conscious under his watch, awaiting your answer. “I mean… yeah. It paid the bills, and it wasn’t easy, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t have fun most nights.”

  “Only most?”

  “Yeah, the nights when perverts got rough and rowdy were not very… fun. The bouncer was really protective over all of us, at least, so it never escalated to violence or anythin’—”

  “God… just when I thought I knew ya’ again…”

  You’re wincing, wondering if you should’ve kept it to yourself, “Please tell me that ain’t a bad thing.”

  Gator shakes his head frantically, hands wrapping around you to pull you close. “No, shit, sorry, I don’t care what you do to make a livin’, as long as you’re safe. M’just surprised, is all. Goddamn, you’re too fuckin’ cool for me.” 

  You snort with an eye roll. “Not really, but thanks. Goin’ from stripping to opening the bookstore was quite the leap, but it gave me the money to start it up with a friend. It’s all used books, and the other half of the shop is all used records, that’s my friend’s side of the business.”

  Gator was speechless. You really were nowhere near the same, shy, reserved girl he grew alongside with as kids. From the ground up, you created a new life for yourself, doing whatever the hell you wanted to be happy and safe. He had nothing but respect for you and all the hard work you’d done to get where you were today.

  “We have some cats that hang out in the shop, too. They were some strays who constantly came in the first summer we had to leave the front door open before we got central air. I didn’t have the heart to kick ‘em out.”

  “Ya’ always had a soft spot for those barn cats at your parents’ house, so I ain’t surprised.” He’s smiling, but not teasing; speaking warmly about how some things hadn’t changed with you. “You’ve always had a good heart.”

  “Just doin’ what I can to help, that’s all.” You shrug, not in need of praise for something like helping another living being. It makes you think about what Gator did a few nights ago, helping Karen leave the ranch unscathed. “You do too, y’know. I know you never cared for Karen, but you helped her and those girls. That shows you’ve got a good heart too, y’know.”

  His face softens, murmuring, “Just couldn’t watch her disappear the way my mom did. Karen’s not the nicest person, but no one deserves to just… vanish for… what? Bein’ a woman? It’s so fucked.” He starts to choke up, but shakes it off as best as he can. “Watchin’ my dad hurt my mom, then when she’s suddenly gone, he started hurtin’ Dot…” You’re caught off guard when he uses Dorothy’s new name, not Nadine. “At least she got away on her own, she’s safe now. But I couldn’t look the other way without tryin’ to make sure Karen knew she had a way out that wasn’t a—“

  You knew what Gator was about to say.

  To make sure she knew she had a way out that wasn’t in a coffin.

  Even that, though, was a generous statement; if Linda was really dead, you knew damn well Roy had no respect to even give her, or any woman, a proper burial. Especially not when the cause of death was by his own hand.

  “Hey, I’m sorry, I should’ve left that alone.” You’re apologizing while running your hands through his hair. He’s grown to love these little gestures of comfort you give, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a deep breath, calming himself before a storm can begin. 

  “Nothin’ to apologize for, darlin’.” Gator sighs, adjusting as he settles into the pillow, worn gaze landing on you as his eyes open again. He changes the subject before the overthinking about what happened to his mom can start up again, “How’s this doin’?” He tilts your face to the side, getting a better look at your bandaged wound. Everything’s intact for the most part, but there’s a slight sting when he touches the skin surrounding it; you wince at the soreness rippling through your face from the source. The bruising has only become more prominent, and the longer Gator looks at it, the more the anger towards your father builds inside him.

  “I could fuckin’ kill that scumbag.” He murmurs, eyes locked on the damage left behind in your father’s fury.

Gator’s jaw clench as his mind replays the night you were hurt. He wishes he did more to keep you safe.

   Gingerly, your hands wrap around the wrist of his hand that was inspecting your wound. “Hey, it’s okay.”

  “It’s not.” His response is quick, snappy. It’s not directed towards you, he just can’t imagine letting this go. Gator wishes he didn’t hold back on the well deserved pain he inflicted on your father; no amount of pain and suffering would ever add up to what you were forced to feel under his misplaced anger and constant abuse. 

  “But it will be. He’s not worth your energy.” Your fingertips trace in soft, random movements on his arm. “It’s okay, Gator. He can’t hurt me anymore.”

  “Damn right he can’t—”

  “Promise me somethin’, Gator. While you’re still here, don’t go after him.” His arm drops to your hip, while you reach up to his face, cupping his jaw lightly. “Don’t get yourself in trouble before you come home. I need you safe. Let him rot in his own misery, all I want is for you to come home to me, safe and sound. Okay?”

Gator knows you’re right, he knows the smart thing to do is leave things be, focus on tying up loose ends before heading out east to you. None of that calms the rage within him, though, and you pick up on that with ease.

  “Gator? Promise me that. Please.” Your voice cracks, but the intent stays firm. 

  He nods hesitantly, without a word. You can’t bring yourself to ask or push for a verbal promise, nor does he offer to give one. Because you both know it’s just one promise he can’t really keep.

  ———-

  When you landed in North Dakota ten days ago, at best, you expected a quiet visit with your parents, escaping to your childhood room when things would inevitably turn turbulent with your father’s drinking. At worst, you braced yourself to come home with some new bruises from a fist always willing to land rough, raw punches on you, the human punching bag.

  Why you picked ten whole days to stay, you’d never understand. Maybe you had the hope to rekindle whatever kind of family bond could be left. Maybe you were optimistic, that the time of year would set aside everyone’s differences. You hadn’t been home in nearly a decade, and you never really called or wrote home. It’s not like your parents cared to do the same either.

  What you never anticipated was for a last minute decision to ditch you with Gator as both of your fathers decided to spend Christmas God knows where, hurting God knows who, all for the sake of a sick power trip and blood money. Even in your wildest dreams, you never thought you’d see the day where Gator Tillman actually made an effort to rebuild the bridge he burned. 

  Whether by fate or coincidence, the two of you were forced in the same proximity for longer than the three promised days, thanks to a blizzard you cursed for keeping you inside with your ex best friend, the one you still had a soft spot for. The one you were planning to ignore and avoid, until he owned up to the pain he inflicted on you, and how much he regretted it. What you believed to be a lapse of weakness and lust, turned out to be far beyond that. Once pissed off by the mere thought of Gator’s existence, not once did it cross your mind that maybe, just maybe, that the big and scary four letter word, would roll off your tongue so easily for this complex human.

  Not once did you ever expect that Gator Tillman, the reason you left the Midwest, would become the reason you now dreaded the thought of leaving a decade later. 

  It had to be that damn wish ‘Lo made all those years ago. Thanks, kid.

  “Y’got everything?”

  The airport is calm this late at night, and the TSA line is practically non-existent. Your suitcase is checked in, and all that’s left is the goodbye the two of you have dreaded for days.

  It’s smooth sailing from here... Except you can’t find the strength to raise the anchor back to the surface.

  “Sure fuckin’ hope so. That’d suck to have to miss my flight if I forgot my wallet, or somethin’.” You’re trying to joke, keep things lighthearted, because you know this farewell is going to weigh heavy on you until Gator makes his way home to you.

  Home. With Gator. It warms your heart, knowing it’ll be worth the wait for him to arrive in the city. For him to be finally safe and sound, with you, for good.

  “How’s your face doin’?” Gator tilts your head, like he has countless times in the last two days, checking on your wound and the bandaging. “You gon’ be able to take care of it while I’m gone?”

  “I think I can manage, but it’s gonna suck cleaning this fuckin’ cut without you babyin’ me.” You tease, setting off the usual playful eye roll from Gator as he pulls you into the tightest hug he’s given yet. “Please be good. I need you to be safe, Gator.”

  “Just gotta pack my shit up, settle some bullshit, it’ll be a week, tops.” He rests his head on yours, hand slowly rubbing your back, while your arms are wrapped tightly around his torso, head tucked into his chest. “You don’t gotta worry ‘bout me, darlin’.”

  “Yeah, well, too bad, the worrying comes with the love. It’s a two for one deal.” You pull back a bit to look at him, wondering how much longer a week will feel apart than when you’re together. 

  Gator pulls back further, reaching into the pocket of his jacket, before pulling out what looks like a sad, wimpy bundle of strings, tied in the messiest knots. He takes your hand, tying it onto your wrist, and that’s when you recognize it.

  “How… how the fuck do you still have this?” It’s a friendship bracelet, a horribly made one from one of the many sleepovers you had as kids. The colors of the embroidery floss you stole from your mother’s sewing box were faded, fraying at the ends, knots already loose, threatening to unravel. “Gator, I- I don’t—“

  “Never expected ya’ to save yours, not after the way I hurt ya’.” He makes sure it’s not tied too tight, but enough where it won’t slip off, either. 

  “No… I still have mine from you. At home. But I never had the heart to get rid of it.” You’re crying softly, rubbing the tears from your eyes quickly. “Your knots were always cleaner than mine,” that finally earns a genuine laugh from Gator.

  “Keep that one safe, yeah? I’m gonna want it back when I come home, so y’can’t steal it.” He clutches the back of your head, kissing your forehead before glancing at the time near the board of arrivals and departures. “When does your flight board?”

  You glance at the same clock he’s reading, “Fuck. Fifteen minutes.” You turn back to Gator, bottom lip wobbling pathetically. “I don’t wanna go.”

  “I don’t want you to either, but I’ll see you sooner than ya’ think.” Gator’s voice cracks a bit; he’s scolding himself for getting choked up when he knows he’ll see you soon. He’ll be living with you soon. Start a whole new life with you cheering him on. 

  If he’s lucky, that is. He can’t tell you that, though. Not now.

  “You gonna be brave for me, darlin’?” 

  You can only think to respond with a kiss, one that’s not long enough, but still carrying love, even if it’s just as clumsy as his kisses usually are.

  “Only if you’re gonna be safe for me, Gator.”

  That kills him inside. He has to promise this to you, he has to try his best to be safe, make it out unscathed. He can’t leave you high and dry, not again.

  Gator sticks his pinky out to you, and you latch yours around his, squeezing tightly. 

  “Promise, darlin’.”

  You step back, unhooking your fingers before forcing your feet to shuffle towards the security line. Looking back over your shoulder with a smirk, you giggle out, “See ya’ later, alligator.”

  Gator’s face breaks into a dopey smile, flipping you off affectionately as he watches you walk away, hoping to God he can pull off this one last, completely reckless “job”, and make his way back to you, safe and sound.

  If only you knew how heart-wrenching the next week would really be.

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