#Chips Hardy

[tomhardymyking]

Awww, look at them 😍💓

I was going to make a special post dedicated to 𝗧𝗼𝗺's father, 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀, but this surprise clip is so adorable 🥰💖

𝗧𝗼𝗺 and his father together 💝 We need more of them 🙏🏻💞

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Ayyy, miradlos 😍💓

Iba a hacer una publicación especial dedicada al padre de 𝗧𝗼𝗺, 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀, pero este clip sorpresa es tan adorable 🥰💖

𝗧𝗼𝗺 y su padre juntos 💝 Necesitamos más de ellos 🙏🏻💞

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[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Watching

TABOO UK, 2017

Directors Anders Engström Kristoffer Nyholm

Creators Chips Hardy Tom Hardy Stephen Knight

[potter-solomons]

Happy birthday Chips!! Thank you for Tom.

[hooksredrum]

“how about you, you need anything???”

“chips.”

“hey!- get this man some chips! hook needs chips!”

[serpentinespider]

Earth-6198 Eddie and Venom!!!! Yay!!! Glad to have finished these with time to spare for artfight :’D

Info / fun facts under the cut :3

Eddie: - He/him trans man - 42 y/o - 5’9” - Bleaches his hair blonde - Was close friends with Uncle Ben when they were in their 20’s. The two of them gradually drifted apart— nothing happened between them, they just both got preoccupied with their own lives. When Ben’s nephew (Spider-Man) showed up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay, he kinda appointed himself as Spidey’s new guardian. - He’s not so much a father figure to Spidey… moreso a quirky older brother or something shdgdgv

Venom: - Agender; they dgaf what pronouns you refer to them as. it/he/they used most commonly (in that order). - Markings represent the three pillars of transmasculinity: top surgery, bottom surgery and monster energy /j - Around 9ft tall but it varies  - Basically just Tom Hardy Venom but sparklier 

They have 2 chickens named Sonny and Cher, and two cats named Cletus and Mr Belvedere!

Mr Belvedere is about 12 years old, a retired show cat. Eddie proudly hangs his prize ribbons in his apartment. He’s also shared custody between Eddie and his ex, Anne. Cletus is a young (1< year) semi-stray that Spidey and Eddie like to feed. He doesn’t seem to be scared of symbiotes at all. He’s a nasty, high-strung little thing, and will rarely let anyone pick him up or pet him, but he’s very cute.

[orgonongurlz]

every day, it feels like seams are more than torn!

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Gryfflepuff in the Tardis' Masterlist

All my Works, characters are colored by which Hogwarts House I think they're in. I am a Primary Hufflepuff, Secondary Gryffindor and I genuinely think Hufflepuff is the best and most underrated house. (Since Tumble removed the yellow color, Orange will represent Hufflepuff, except in the condition of Good Omens' Crowley who I am stuck between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. If you disagree, please give me your best argument and I'll offer my insight of David Tennant's Crowley.

I don't do reblogs, just because I feel that when you're searching through the posts, the reblogs clutter up the blog and get mixed with original posts but I am willing to do fan fic recommendations if requested.

You can call me either Gryfflepuff or the Eccedentiast (Not to sound by Lemony Snicket but "a word that means 'someone who hides their pain and tears and sadness behind a smile'.").

Ninth Doctor - Brooding Time Lord Who Tries To Hide His Light with Darkness

Supernova Series/Season One Masterlist (Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor) (Delilah "Lillie" Tyler/Princess Supernova played by Katherine Langford)

Tenth Doctor - Hyperactive Time Lord Who Is Always Being Slapped Born From His Love For a Human Who Tries To Hide His Darkness and Trauma With Light

Campbell Bain - Bipolar Nineteen-Year-Old Walking Ray of Sunshine That Somehow Doesn't Do Well With Girls

Sweet Jane Masterlist (19-year-old Campbell Bain x 18-year-old Traumatized Reader)

Metacrisis Doctor/TenToo (My Headcanon is that he chose the surname "Noble")

Fourteenth Doctor - The Face That Returned, now arguably more Hyperactive and Traumatized

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) - Grumpy and Broody Scottish Detective With a Heart Condition yet a Heart of Gold (Doesn't Know He's a DILF)

Emmet Carver (Gracepoint) - The American Version of Alec

Crowley (Good Omens) - A Hyperactive Drama Queen "Vaguely Sauntered Downward" Angel Turned Only Demon with an Imagination

Barty Crouch Junior - The (Possibly Bipolar) Misunderstood Boy Who Never Got His Father's Love and Was Manipulated By Voldemort (I think I read that he was actually a Ravenclaw but I do see a lot of Hufflepuff in him, his insistence of a fair fight and honesty and loyalty)

Peter Vincent (Fright Night) - Hyperactive Alcoholic Magician/Vampire Hunter with a Heart of Gold

Dave Tiler (Single Dad) — The sweetheart dad with too many children with so much love in his heart who fate was so cruel to.

Kilgrave (I've never seen Jessica Jones, I just feel like with him having the same accent and looks the same, it might ruin David Tennant's Doctor for me, and I love David Tennant as the Doctor.)

Cale Erendreich (Bad Samarian; Haven't Seen This Either)

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Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - The Hair; Nomenee for Mother of the Year

Embers In the Sky (Domnique "Nico" Henderson played Georgie Henley; Alex Henderson played by David Tennant)

Killer Queen (Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson played by Zoey Deutch; Pan Henderson played by David Tennant)

Trauma (Emilie Henderson played by Hailee Steinfeld)

Devil Town (Imogen Henderson played by Katherine Langford)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) - The Abused Puppy With a Heart of Gold Who Only Wanted the Power to Defend Himself and To Not Be Scared

Embers in the Sky Season One (Milo Stilinski played by Katherine Langford)

Embers in the Sky Season Two

Embers in the Sky Season Three

Embers in the Sky Season Four

Embers in the Sky Season Five

Embers in the Sky Season Six

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - The Genius Pretty Boy

(I have created so many ideas for the initial character, Zoe that I may have to split them up among Spencer Reid main character love interests and because of more complicated reasons I will explain in Valentía)

Valentía (Zoe Noble-Valdez played by Selena Gomez)

Valentía Season Masterlist

Valentía Season One

Braveheart (Isobel Noble played by Karen Gillan) (*This is a different character completely from Isobel Noble the aunt of Zoe Noble-Valdez in Valentía.*)

Born Profiler (OFC Played by Katherine Langford)

Raymond Wadsworth

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

The Black Sheep (Work in Progress; Coming Soon) (Chip Taylor x Reader; Liza and Dwayne's sister)

Kyle Orfman

Brother's Best Friend (Work in Progress; Coming Soon) (Kyle Orfan x Reader; Zach Orfman's Best Friend)

Lesley Juniment-Smith

Thornton "Thorn" Adams (King Knight)

Joe Harper (The Band of Robbers)

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Fred Weasley

(All of these are Potter!sister!OCs, most of them are of Harry Potter's twin sister)

The Girl Who Lived (Sadie Sink as OC) (Need of a rewrite. Her name was Violet but since then my cousin had a baby daughter who he named Violet so I'm changing this character's name. I just can't write original characters with names of people I know. It's a rule of mine.)

North Star/Falling Star (Metamorphmagus!Cassiopea Potter played by Katherine Langford) (May change the name to Vega Potter)

The Twins Who Lived (Georgie Henley as Currently Unnamed OC)

Embers in the Sky (Emberly "Ember" Potter Played by Caitlin Blackwood/Karen Gillan) She is also the face claim I maintain of Lily Evans/Potter. (Caitlin Blackwood played young Amelia Pond in Doctor Who and is Karen Gillan's real life cousin.)

Yes, there are a lot of David Tennant characters. I don't want to write for the actor himself, I just feel a little creepy doing that. In my numerous Steve Harrington fics, the more recent ones (The OC is always Dustin's older sister, except in one) I think he is the best Doctor and I think he should officially be titled as the biggest Doctor Who Fan ever. (He became an actor because of Doctor Who, he says he thinks he underplays how much he loved Doctor Who, he became the first regenerated Doctor and the first one to last more than one season on the revived Doctor Who, he met his future father-in-law, like a year before he met his wife, Ty Tennant, Georgia's oldest son and David's now adopted son, in 2008, considered the Tenth to be his favorite, and hilariously, his grandfather was nowhere on the five-year-old's list--then David Tennant met Georgia (at the time) Moffat on the set of Doctor Who as she, the daughter of the Fifth Doctor, played the daughter of the Tenth Doctor, I heard that David Tennant met Ty on the set, and according the Peter Davidson, Georgia didn't even realize that he liked her when they started going out (apparently he was offended when she said she hadn't seen any Shakespeare), then David Tennant counts as the unofficial twelfth regeneration (there was the War Doctor who the Doctors deem as not worthy of having the name of the Doctor), then he adopted Ty Tennant and married Georgia; he returned for the 50th and 60th anniversary (and I hope he never stops returning), now is the Fourteenth Doctor, that's three official regenerations, and Good Omens is full of Doctor Who references. I don't think anyone can beat him for the biggest Doctor Who fan. His life like revolves around Doctor Who in a way that every fanboy/fangirl dreams of.

I have created an OC to be the Henderson!OC and Dustin's father and I always choose David Tennant, he just really gives off protective I-will-kill-anyone-who-hurts-you dad vibe and I have a soft spot for an overprotective dad for his daughter (I never had that. My dad wanted a boy--granted the disapproval that's implied is possibly because my mom told me this--and he is ADHD and was always sleeping and then he moved two towns over which was an hour's drive but seemed longer in my ADHD mind but so he could sleep and I could play video games on the Xbox that's memory wouldn't save the game so I continuously had to start over. Oh, and also, there's the fact that a TV fell on me when I was five/six because I didn't understand gravity and I locked myself in the dryer when I was seven/eight. What, is that not normal? 🙄) I'm not a big crier but a father that's willing to do anything for his daughter is your best bet. Sorry for this rant.

*(Can't pinpoint what house Alec Hardy and therefore Emmet Carver would be in, the only blog I've found on it, discussed how he may be a burnt Hufflepuff (just google it, it'll send you to the tumble immediately) but hiscusses his desperation in season two suggests Gryffindor, also implying his ignoring of his heart condition but he's aware that he has it, so he's gone to the hospital and he takes pills, he's just aware that the doctors told him that he may not survive his surgery to have the pacemaker put in and he feels like he owes it to the families to get the closure they deserve, so it doesn't strike me as impulsive but more dedicated, determined, and "unafraid of toil". Then the blog argues that his need to protect people he views as in his care and how he related to the Sandbrooke case as Slytherin but I don't see that. I think perhaps a "Burned Hufflepuff" is accurate.*

[dorkorder]

[bowsersforeskin]

smokehouse bbq ruffles r sooo yummy they have just the right amount of spice and sweet...perfect bbq chip

[sivyera]

DATING MALE CELEBRITIES WOULD INCLUDE...

ft. tyler hoechlin, jacob elordi, tom cruise, jeremy sumpter, robert pattinson, cillian murphy, henry cavill, tom hardy, sam worthington, tom felton, rupert grint

a/n: i was focused on actors that doesn't get much attention but if you have any other celebrity in mind, please let me know in the comments! also i don't know if this is good because i included their favourite things, hobbies etc (with you ofc) just to make it more detailed and not boring... so i hope you guys like it:) if you want more detailed fic or just about one celebrity, let me know!

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⤷ Tyler Hoechlin

-Tyler writes you love letters. Pretty often. When he cannot be with you or is busy with his job, he'll sit down at night when he's alone and write you a letter about how much he misses you, how he's doing and about his job.

-Tyler loves sports, mostly baseball. So he'll take you with him to play baseball; he doesn't care if you don't know how, he will be happy when you just throw a ball to him. He'll take you to hockey matching or ice skating, if you don't know how to ice skate, don't worry he'll gladly teach you.

-He can talk a bit Spanish so he'll sometimes call you by Spanish pet names like cariño, mi amor or querida. And he'll be all cheesy about it which makes you laugh but it's also really sweet when he does that.

-Tyler loves his family so he was a bit nervous when he first introduced you to them, because their opinion mattered to him but he also loved you. But his nervousness disappear right after you and his family clicked. His family loves you which makes Tyler so happy.

-He plays guitar so he often plays to you. He loves how your eyes light up when he plays, he just loves making you happy and if he's making you happy by playing on his guitar, he'll gladly play all day.

-Tyler also loves traveling so when he has a week off, he takes you somewhere to the forest camping or to the ocean to relax, depends where you wanna go.

⤷ Jacob Elordi

-Jacob would post you on his instagram like ALL THE TIME. On his stories or just regular post because he loves to show you of. He will also post the most random photos of you that you didn't even know he took. But he loves every single one of them.

-Because of his role on 'the kissing booth' he learned how to drive a motorcycle so sometimes he takes you for a ride, it makes the both of you feel so free and you are with each other.

-No surprise that Jacob loves sports. His most favourite are basketball and surfing. Which means he takes you to play basketball with him or watch him how he plays with his friends, cheering for him ofc. When it comes to surfing he'll gladly teach you but again he prefers when you cheer for him or just watch him after that you two will have a playful fight in water.

-Jacob is a huge cuddle bug and he just loves when you lay on his chest so he can wrap his big arms around your tiny figure. When he cannot cuddle with you he will have one of his arms on your shoulder or around your waist.

-Jacob is actually a fan of poetry so you often find him reading it, but he will be over the moon if you read him his favourite poetries. You two will also have deep conversations about the true meanings of the poetries.

-He's a huge dog lover so it will be no surprise of you two get a dog, maybe two.

-He will get your name tattooed on his chest close to his heart. And you two will get matching tattooes.

⤷ Tom Cruise

-Tom loves skydiving which makes you a bit worried all the time since it's a extreme sport but if you are also a fan of extreme sports than he'll take you with him.

-Tom likes junk food like chips, fries, coca-cola etc. so you two have almost everything that comes to your mind at home. When you two watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa, he always has some chips or popcorn.

-He loves when you read to him and he really appreciate it because he loves hearing your voice and he has dyslexia which makes it hard for him to read. He usually lays on your chest while you read to him and play with his hair.

-He's a pilot and he own several aircraft so when you need to relax and he needs to take a break from his job, you just get into one of them and fly wherever you two wants.

-Tom loves under water scenes, which makes him love water. Like I said when you two needs to take a break from work and the fame, you fly in is aircraft somewhere and the 'somewhere' it's mostly somewhere where is hot weather or beach or ocean/sea.

-Tom is famous for doing all of his stunts because he's a adrenaline junky but it makes you sometimes worried because it can be dangerous. He always make sure that after a stunt he goes to you, tells you he's okay and kiss you.

⤷ Jeremy Sumpter

-Jeremy loves traveling and his favourite color is green, which leads you two take a trip to the forest, pretty often. Just walking around, listening to the singing birds, holding each others hands and having silly or deep conversation, depends on the day and mood.

-Jeremy is a dog lover. He has a dog named Bear and he takes him on the trips to the forest you two go. Bear absolutely loves you which makes Jeremy happy.

-He loves your cooking but he himself is a bad cook so he either helps you, but you have to give him detailed informations or he just hugs you from behind and watch you cook. If you make his favourite food he will be the happiest man alive, his favourite food are spaghetti.

-Jeremy also loves sport and to his favourite ones belongs baseball and soccer. He used to play them when he was a kid so his mom shows you some of his photos where he is in a dress or something. He also takes you on matches and explains you all the rules.

-He also loves water and swimming, so when you two goes on some vacation is usually somewhere to the ocean.

-Jeremy loves the movie called 'The Deer Hunter' so you two watch it like all the time while cuddling on the sofa or bed. His face in your neck, his arms around your waist and your hand playing with his blond curls.

⤷ Robert Pattinson

-Robert is a music lover, he wrote few songs and he can also sing pretty well so it was no surprise when he wrote a song about you, then sing it to you while playing on the piano.

-He's fluent in French so when he's feeling extra romantic or just in a playful mood, he will talk to you in French or call you by some French pet names like Mon amour or Mon chéri, otherwise he calls you darling, my love or baby.

-Robert loves cooking and when is it with you, he's even more happy to do it. Sometimes when you are exhausted from job, he'll prepare you a nice dinner and visa verse.

-You two watch war, drama or horror movies together. For example 'The Exorcist' or 'Come and See' are the type of movies you two watch together, because he's a fan of paranormal same as you, which leads to deep conversations. Rob is hugging you from behind while still laying down on your shared bed. Him kissing the back of your head once in a while.

-Robert is a dog lover, he always helps the homeless dogs but he can never keep them. You two will soon get a dog and it will be one of the best decisions Rob could ever make (the first, best one was to start dating you).

-Rob is literature fan which means picnic dates. You two somewhere private, laying on a picnic blanket with some homemade food, reading books and then having deep conversations about them.

⤷ Cillian Murphy

-Cillian also loves music so it will be no surprise if he will made a song about you and he'll gladly sing it to you. He didn't write you just a one song, you have a full album of his songs that he gave you.

-At nights were you have a trouble to fall asleep, he will read to you. He will read you another chapter of your favourite book or poems he wrote (they are often about you). After he's done reading, he'll hug you tight with your head placed on his chest, rubbing small circles on your back with kiss on your forehead.

-Cillian is also a big fan of literature and he loves when you give him recommendations. He doesn't care what genre the book is (detective, romance, horror,...) if you recommended it to him, he will read it.

-You two end up getting a dog or a cat, maybe both. Because Cillian is an animal lover, you will do most of the job around the dog/cat because Cillian is often really busy but he'll always make a time for you.. and the dog/cat.

-He's big fan of a Liverpool football club so you two will often be seen on their games with matching t-shirts and caps.

-His favourite part of the day will be night (or every day time he can spend with you) because he can read to you, have you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest while placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, lips, neck (any part he can reach)

⤷ Henry Cavill

-Henry, to your surprise, loves playing games on his PC. When he plays he'll have you sat on his lap with his arms idly wrapped around you while still having his hands on the controller/mouse. From time to time he'll kiss any part of your skin he can reach (cheek, neck,..).

-He rides a motorcycle and he loves when you wanna ride with him. Your arms wrapped around his waist while just riding around with no care in the world.

-Henry can speak a bit of Italian, French and Spanish and if you will help him to get better in those languages, he'll be so grateful. But this 'learning dates' you two have never goes as you planned, because he is always distracted by your beauty.

-He also loves cooking so if you had a bad day, Henry is already waiting at your house with dinner and fresh flowers.And for dessert, a warm bath with soft kisses all over your face.

-Henry can ride a horse so one of his ideas for date is a picnic at beautiful meadow but getting there on horses. If you can't ride a horse that's fine, you will sat behind him, if you can ride a horse maybe you two will even race who's gonna be there first.

-He loves cuddling you, because you feel so small in his big arms. He loves having his arms wrapped around you because it makes him feel like he's protecting you but when you stroke his hair he absolutely melts into you.

⤷ Tom Hardy

-Tom LOVES motorcycles. And he LOVES you, which means that you and him are often seen by paparazzi on his motorcycle either just for a simple ride or with packed things ready to sleep somewhere in the woods in tent or something similar.

-Tom loves challenges, so on these trips on his motorcycle, he makes sure there are some adrenaline, challenging stuff like jumping off of a cliff to clear cold water.

-Going into the gym together, watching him workout OR workout with him, but if you do work out with him he'll make sure to have easier workout with you because he's much stronger than you and he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

-Tom loves reading comic books and he has one special comic book with Venom placed in the living room.

-He has a dog named Woody and when he's busy with acting, you will watch after him. Taking him out for walks, cuddling with him, playing with him and when he comes back and makes time for you and Woody, he'll make it up to the both of you.

-Tom has many tattoos all over his body so it's no surprise when one night when you two were making out you find out that he had you name tattooed on his lower belly near to his dick.

⤷ Sam Worthington

-Sam loves rock climbing for two main reasons, it's a excellent way how to relieve stress (besides spending time with you) and he can show off his back muscles, because he knows you love it.

-He's a lover of extreme sports so you can often be a bit worried that something can happen to him, but he always calms you down a bit with a kiss on your forehead. If you wanna try some of extreme sports with him, he'll be so happy.

-He's also a nature lover so trips are usually somewhere quiet and in nature, forest, meadow,... he loves going on trips with you because you two can be alone in peace and he can have you all to himself.

-He's an australian so it's no surprise he loves surfing. If you never tried it he will teach you but he won't be much focused on teaching, he's focused more on you and your beauty.

-Sam loves music AND he can play on the guitar and drums. He will take the guitar on the trips you two have, playing some songs you love on the guitar to you at the campfire.

-He also draws a lot. Many of his drawings are you or for you or of your favourite things. Please don't mind him, he just loves everything about you.

⤷ Tom Felton

-Everyone knows that Tom never left the Harry Potter fandom and you love Harry Potter as well, so it wasn't surprise when Tom posted you and him in a Harry Potter merch (him in Slytherin colors and you in your own house colors) on his instagram.

-He has a dog named Willow so his wallpaper is you holding Willow in your arms with Harry Potter merch on you (Willow has his Slytherin scarf and you have his Slytherin sweatsthirt)

-Again Tom as many other actors, loves music. He writes songs, sings, plays on a guitar. Many of his songs includes you and Willow, your relationship or his emotions.

-He will have your name tattooed near to his collarbone with a little heart next to it.

-Tom will show off his skills on his skateboard. He can skate pretty well and he's always so smiley and happy when you compliment him. If you ask, he'll also teach you few basic tricks but prepare for some bruises from all the falls, he'll kiss you as many times as much bruises you will have.

-Tom loves when you give him back massages, doesn't matter if you massage him with some fancy oils and with you palms stroking up and down on his back with some gentle rubbs or he can lay on your chest and you can scratch his back with you nails.

⤷ Rupert Grint

-Rupert loves ice cream and at one time he bought a ice cream van and gave ice cream to all the actors from Harry Potter with you helping him. He'll often take you on a ice cream date or will cuddle you while watching movies and eating ice cream.

-One of his favourite actors is Jim Carrey, which means you two often watch movies where he played and you somehow managed to get him a autograph form Jim, which made him incredibly happy you can't even imagine.

-If you two are not watching movies with Jim Carrey then definitely MCU movies, because he's a fan of marvel.

-Rupert love Artic Monkeys so when you two bake together there is always one of their songs playing softly in the background. He will often mumble the lyrics without realizing and if you point it out, he'll blush.

-Rupert is a dog lover so you two often visit nearest shelters and play with the dogs there. Rupert and you fell in love with one of the dogs, dalmatian named Teddy, so you adopted him. After a year you bought another dog but this time not from a shelter but from a verified seller.

-He loves photographing and his favourite things to photograph is you and your dogs, no wonder that there are so many pictures of you two or the dogs around the house, but he keeps his favourite besides him on his night table.

[luveline]

hello my love!! could you maybe show us what bedtime is like in the kbd universe? thank you, you’re incredible <3

kbd —dad!steve and mom!reader get their small family ready for bed. 3k

“She looks so pretty,” Avery whispers. 

Steve struggles to pull the hem of his sock over his ankle, crossing his legs to match her as she snaps an apple slice in half with her fingers, the juice wetting her pyjama top, her torso swaying as his knee bumps into hers. “Who?” Steve asks, blinking. 

“Wren,” Avery says, leaning back to let Steve see the baby where she’s napping in her bouncer. Avery shoves a chunk of apple in her mouth. “She’s pw-ery.” 

“Try not to talk with your mouth full, you might choke.” 

Avery nods, closing her mouth to chew up the rest of her food with chipmunk cheeks. 

Steve draws a little heart into her knee. She has a bruise from falling up the stairs a few days ago like a purple ink blot just under her kneecap, but she hasn’t complained. She didn’t cry when she fell, she just got back up and asked for a Capri-Sun. Steve’s surprised she’s so hardy, but she’s getting older. He’d sort of been hoping she’d want him to kiss it better.

“She’s pretty like her big sister,” he says. 

“I’m glad she’s stopped crying all the time.” 

“Me too.” He takes one of the smaller slices from her plate to eat, wiping juice from her cheek as he does. 

She grins. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome. You all done?” 

“Yep.” 

“Not hungry anymore?” 

“Nope.” She grabs her plate before he can. “I’ll put it in the sink.” 

“Thanks, beautiful.” 

She jumps up with her empty plate and does a spin, saying, “Who, me?” 

Steve laughs like an idiot, still chuckling to himself as the sound of her plate hitting the kitchen sink reaches his ears. Wren, finally out of her sleep regression (for now), doesn’t wake. All good signs of a good night. 

Steve lets his head fall back onto little legs. “What about you?” he asks Dove, the second youngest daughter, where she sits behind him on the couch. 

She hums under her breath, her hands quick to weave into his hair, petting it away from his face. He waits for an answer he doesn’t get, closing his eyes and turning his face into her knee. Her giggles are treacle sweet. “Don’t sleep,” she protests. 

“I’m tired.” 

“It’s not bed time.” 

She’s not gonna like what Steve’s about to tell her, if that’s the case. She had a screaming tantrum last night about bed time where she threw herself on the floor and whacked her hands until her palms turned bright red. He’s not wanting a repeat. 

“It is bed time,” he says gently, though it’s not for another half an hour, “but, I was thinking, because you’ve been so good today you’d stay up extra. Maybe even have hot cocoa before bed.” Steve turns to meet her eyes. “How’s that sound?” 

“Really?” she asks, her eyes blowing wide with excitement. Steve is starting to wonder if she’s not as mini-me as he used to think, growing into sweeter features as she leaves the baby-toddler stage and starts to look like a kid. He loves it. 

“That sound fun or what?” 

She dives at him. He has enough sense to have twisted and catches her before she can break any of his teeth. “You are the best daddy ever!” she declares seriously, almost tipping over his shoulder. 

He lets her dangle for a second, then yanks her back topside. “You’re my best girl, that’s why. Let’s go make the drinks. Actually, we better go see who else wants some.” 

You and Bethie are attempting some last minute crafts at the dining table, and you’re very interested in hot chocolate but Beth doesn’t like it and so, doesn’t want any. She does seem interested in a glass of milk with a couple of chocolate chip cookies, so it’s nearly the same thing. “Careful,” he says, putting the half a pint of milk down in front of her birdhouse cautiously, “you don’t wanna spill that, baby.” 

“Who says she’s gonna spill it?” you ask. 

“Don’t start with me,” Steve warns. 

You smile to yourself. You’ve a spatula for PVA glue in your hand, skins of glue dried to your fingertips flecked with splinters of wood. Lollipop crafts felt like a good idea when he’d suggested it, but then he didn’t actually want to do it, and you’d been kind enough to step in. I’m sick of mess, he’d confided. 

Well, you’d said, somewhere between a quick kiss pressed to his shoulder and your hand rubbing it away, you probably shouldn’t have asked me to have so many kids. 

I love mess, he’d corrected immediately. Love to make more of it someday. 

“We’re nearly done in time for bed,” you assure him now. 

“I told Dove she could have an extra half an hour.” He winks at you clumsily. 

“Oh, really? Well, maybe Beth and Avery should get some extra time too.” 

Beth dunks her cookie into the top of her cup. “No thanks. I’m tired. Can I sleep with Avery again?” she asks, milk dribbling down the sides of the glass to darken the coaster underneath. 

“You’ll have to ask her yourself,” Steve says. “Wait, where is she? I thought she was in here.” Something grabs him by the legs, a sudden clutching that activates a heat in his eyes and spine he can’t explain. He flinches sideways into a cabinet and almost steps on a rather small limb. “What the fuck.” 

“Boo!” Avery says, laughing brightly as Steve rights himself on the counter. 

“Avery! Did I step on you? I’m sorry,” he says, immediately bending down. “What were you thinking? I could’ve really hurt you!” 

“Daaad, I was just pulling a prank,” she says. 

He checks over the arm he was so sure he’d stepped on. “You okay?” 

“She’s fine,” you say. “Yeah?” 

“I’m fine!” She hugs his legs again. “You said a super bad word.” 

He was hoping everybody missed that. “Dove–”

“Dad,” Dove interrupts, kicking her little feet exactly where he left her sitting on the dinner table by your left, “bad words make me cry.” She says it all clunky and clumsy, having heard it enough times. Her Aunt Robin has a potty-mouthed girlfriend, and Steve can’t do damage control quick enough sometimes.

“No, it’s when you say bad words daddy cries,” Avery says. 

“I didn’t say one!” 

“I know! I just mean it’s not when dad says it.” 

“What?” Dove asks. “He did says it.”

You’re grinning. You love when Dove confuses herself, all kids go through it, where half the time they don’t know what they’re saying until you help them along, but you love Dove’s new phase especially because she’s always been so serious. “What Avery is telling you, baby, is that daddy doesn’t get upset when he says bad words because he’s a grown up.” 

“So when we’re older we can cuss too?” Bethie asks. 

Steve’s jaw drops. “No, Beth! No, none of you need to say bad words, and I don’t either, and I’m really sorry. Can we forget about it?” 

Steve makes hot chocolate and helps you clean the sorry mess you’ve made on the table, and, after some light teasing, everybody forgets he’d reacted so violently to Avery’s surprise. Well, almost. Dove is the first to succumb to a case of the sleepies despite being otherwise reluctant to give in, sitting on his thigh, marshmallows still whole in her drink. She’d barely managed four sips. 

Steve cuddles her to his chest, covering her ear where she nuzzles against him from the sounds of your and Avery’s giggling. “He went pale,” you’re saying. 

Beth offers Steve half of one of her cookies. “You didn’t,” she says. 

If he didn’t have his arms full of Dove he’d scoop her up. “Thank you, Beth. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“Alright,” you say, twining your fingers and sliding them behind your head, your neck and back clicking audibly in the quiet of the Harrington house winding down, “I think it’s bedtime. Are you done with your drink?” 

You rinse the cups. Steve ferries Dove upstairs, has her down and tucked in in record time, soon enough to catch you as you and the rest of the girls make your way upstairs. Beth and Avery are beautifully silent, weary of their sensitive baby sister where she’s cradled to your chest. 

You attempt to put her down in her crib in your room, but Steve gets the feeling you aren’t successful when a crackly cry breaks out. 

“Oh, no,” Avery says. 

“It’s fine. Let’s go brush our teeth, okay? Mommy has it.” 

They brush their teeth. Steve wipes their faces down with a damp hand towel and has a moment of gratitude just touching their faces. They both look so loved, the way their eyes crinkle, the way they lift their chins, all too happy for Steve to do it. He loves these moments of being a dad most, he might say, second only to getting to talk to them, especially now they’re both holding conversation. They talk to each other none stop; Beth talks to Avery ten times as much as she does anyone else. 

“Are you having a sleepover again?” Steve asks. 

Beth turns to Avery pleasingly. “Can I? Please, please, please.” 

“Yes!” Avery says, big sister extraordinaire. She wraps her arms around Beth’s shoulders, taller, more aware of herself as she presses her cheek to Beth’s and mumbles, “Of course you can. I love you. I want us to have sleepovers every night.” 

You emerge from the bedroom victorious, heading into the bathroom as he and the girls come out. “I’m just gonna brush my teeth,” you say. 

“Gonna get Beth changed.” 

“Okay, I put her nightie on the foot of her bed earlier.” 

It’s routine but not without enjoyment. He makes sure they’re both comfortable in the night's sleepwear and takes care of their hair, before giving Avery’s room a quick half-clean and shaking out the sheets on her bed. Avery has the second biggest bedroom, though Bethie’s is nothing to turn your nose up at, and it gets Steve thinking as they climb up into Avery’s single bed. 

“I think it’s good for you guys to keep your separate rooms for now,” Steve says tentatively, “but what do you think about sharing?” 

The plan was that Dove and Wren would share, but if Avery and Beth are getting along so well, it might not hurt to ask. 

Beth gasps. “Our bedrooms?” 

“Like, you and Avery could both sleep in here. You have a bunk bed, or we could get you a big one to share, and you could share teddies.” 

“I don’t want to share my teddies,” Avery says. 

“Well, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you.” Steve squints at them both. “Bad idea?” 

“I want to share,” Beth says immediately. 

Avery has a better understanding of what that will mean. “Maybe.” 

“You don’t have to,” Steve says. “Your rooms are yours, okay? Maybe we can just get you a bigger bed anyways, Ave. You’re so tall now, in a couple of years you’ll be ten feet tall and we’ll have to bend you in half to get you to school.” 

This is the funniest thing a man could say, apparently —both Beth and Avery burst into girly giggles that ring down the landing. Beth sounds like she might be sick. She laughs so much, falling into Avery’s side as her big sister says, “Dad, that’s silly!” 

“I can show you, if you want. We’ll practise making you into an Avery flavour pretzel, c’mere.” 

She squeals and climbs over Beth’s legs to huddle in the corner of her bed. Steve doesn’t so much as touch her legs and she’s laughing again, panicked, hyper laughter like she can’t decide if she wants to be folded or not. He presses his finger over his smile. “Shh, shh, we can’t wake the babies.” 

“Sorry,” she laughs. 

“My fault. Don’t be sorry.” He gives her leg a squeeze. “How about we start to tuck you in, girls? Do we have everything we need?” 

Beth wants a few things from her own bed, but besides that, they’re ready. Well, they’re supposed to be ready, but Steve wound them up and it’s his own fault, he can’t even complain when they beg him to watch a movie. What’s the harm? he decides, turning on Avery’s TV and pushing their favourite tape into the VHS player. 

“The effect FernGully has on the new generation is amazing,” you say, wiping your eyes. You’ve changed into pyjama pants Steve’s sure you’ve had since you met him and a tank top with straps falling down your shoulders. He wants to pull them back over the curve of your shoulder, but he’s trying to be less smothering.

He fluffs the pillows behind the girls’ backs. “It’s the boy. What’s his name? Dennis? Daniel?” 

“Neither.” You put a fallen teddy back on the bed and turn on Avery’s star-shaped night light before flicking off the big light above. The TV glows green on their legs. 

“Gonna lie down?” Steve says, gentler now, easing them in. 

Avery flops back. Beth curls in on her side, and it reminds Steve of you and him. He can sleep any which way. You’re slightly more particular, but you’re happier curled on to him. He really loves how close they are as sisters, and he has to give Avery some credit, because while Beth is exceedingly easy to love, she’s a clinger, she worships her big sister, which must get heavy from time to time. 

Avery pulls the blankets up over them before Steve can do it himself. He sighs, tucking them both in. Blankets pushed gently under their sides, hair brushed back from their little faces, he says, “Love you, Ave. Love you, Beth,” kissing their foreheads in swift succession. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” 

“Love you, daddy,” they say at the same time. 

You touch his arm gently before leaning in for your own kisses. You’re slower than he’d been, turning their faces in your hand one after the other to place identical kisses on their cheeks. “Love you, sweetheart,” you say to Avery, and, “Love you, baby,” you say to Beth. Steve holds your back as you do. “Have good dreams, okay? And don’t mess with the TV. One movie tonight is enough, you’ll wake up with sore eyes.” 

He steals another kiss from both of them and then you’re closing the door behind you, the house much darker and quieter than it had been only ten minutes previous. 

“You want a glass of water?” Steve says. 

You catch his hand. “I got you one.” 

Neither you nor Steve bother with anything but bed. He draws back the blankets and you climb in, only stopping momentarily to make sure that Wren’s alright in her crib. You curl in the middle of the bed and wait for Steve to force his way beneath you, which he does, your face resting on his shoulder, your leg stretched across his. Your hip is a lump in the blankets. He lets his hand fall atop it, whistling a tired breath through his teeth. 

“Mm,” you agree, stretching out, curling in tighter. 

“I know,” he says. Can’t forget his best girl, can’t not think about how much he loves you when it’s you and him alone. Mostly. “You alright?” 

“Fine. Tireder than I thought.” Your eyes close, lashes brushing his chest. “H?” 

“What?”

“You okay?”

“Fine, honey. Was just asking you,” he mumbles. His pillow feels like a cloud beneath his head, the mattress even better, and the sheets are a brushed cotton that’s amazingly soft on his skin. 

He turns his nose down onto you for a not so secret sniff. 

“Feels too good to be true.” 

“My turn tonight,” he says. 

“No, baby, it’s my turn.” 

“That’s fine.” He’s not as tired as you, or at least not half as achy. If Wren wakes up crying (not definitely going to happen) or Dove has a late night startle (even less likely, though not impossible), he’ll take the burden tonight. “I wanted babies and I got ‘em.”

“I want them too,” you say. 

“Of course you do,” he says, rubbing your forehead with the tip of his nose affectionately. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Less when they wake me up,” you joke. 

Steve feels up your side to your shoulder for a sleepy cuddle. You don’t realise how soft you can be, how warm you are pressed against him like this, how grateful he is to hold you. Maybe you can read his mind, or maybe as just pure evidence of such a feat, you cup his upper arm in your hand and begin to draw shapes over his skin, breaking the pattern with fleeting scratches. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, honey. I’m sure. You go to sleep now, okay? It’s Saturday tomorrow,” he whispers tenderly. “You don’t have anywhere to be.” 

“‘Cept here,” you whisper back. 

“Love you.” A brush of his lips to your eyebrow. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” he says. He swears he’s gonna stay up for a bit and count your eyelashes or something, maybe pen you a love poem, write a note about your lips and how they pout when you’re nearly sleeping, but he forgets to when you press your face into the curve of his neck and kiss it clumsily. You fall asleep at the same time, the girls laughing in whispers just a few feet away behind the wall.  

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“𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟.” ✨ — 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘆

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It's Complicated- Part 2

Thank you all for the superb feedback on the first part of this Evan Buckley series I am so pumped to keep writing this. I hope you all like this next part, any feedback would be huge.

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Summary: Things start to get tricky when Evan falls in love with his best friend's sister. It causes complications within the team. And things only start to get worse when an accident occurs.

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Evan dragged his eyes away from his coffee cup and glanced over his shoulder towards the sofa where (Y/n) was sitting. His lips pressed into a thin line and they shared a worried look between them, silently deciding who would be best to go and answer the door and to hold off another argument, Evan got up and trudged towards the door. He tried not to run, to slow down and not look too eager or panicked and worried, but he knew his expression would give him away.

A spark of hope flickered to life in Evan's chest when he swung the front door open and saw Eddie there, waiting as patiently as ever as if he didn't actually want to come inside.

He had his hands stuffed into his pockets and his chin tilted up, but his eyes were glanced down. He still wouldn't look Evan in the eyes and that made his shoulders slump and made his stomach fill up with nerves.

"Buck," Eddie ran a hand over his jaw while his other hand stayed clenched in a fist in his pocket. He eased past Evan and paced into the living room, sitting down on the armchair across from (Y/n). "Nice to see you both dressed this time," He couldn't help himself. Despite the look he received from his sister who clenched her jaw and bristled in her seat.

"Lose the attitude, Edmundo." (Y/n) bit back as she folded her arms over her chest and curled her legs up beneath her on the sofa.

"What? Was I not supposed to be surprised when I found you in bed the other day? I wasn't exactly expecting to find you up there." Eddie waved his hand towards the stairs and tensed his neck when he looked over at his sister. His eyes were focused in on her so much that he didn't notice Evan gingerly sit down on the other side of the sofa, closest to Eddie like a child walking in on an argument.

"Well I wasn't waiting for you, was I? I didn't know you were coming over-"

"Clearly. Or you would have hid from me." His fingers dragged through his hair, toussling the curls and spiking them up in the middle of his head out of nervous habit. "When were you going to tell me?"

"Next week." Evan chipped in, clasping his hands together between his thighs as he hunched forward and tensed his shoulders. He didn't like this tension. These were the two most important people in his life and they were all stuck in a tricky situation. "We were gonna ask you round and tell you over dinner, hoping to soften the blow."

(Y/n) didn't like the cynical laugh her brother emmitted or the way he threw his head back like Evan had told the funniest joke he had ever heard.

"Yeah, cos this is just perfect," He waved his finger between the pair of them while his knee started to jutter up and down, banging into his elbow every now and then. "I asked you not to get involved with (Y/n)," The hurt in Eddie's eyes took Evan by surprise and he leaned back into the sofa, slouching down like he was giving in.

When Evan dared to slide his left hand across the sofa to hold (Y/n)'s thigh, he froze when Eddie noticed the action and raised a brow like a school teacher. The look made Evan shrink down further and sigh through his nose.

"And I've told you I'm sorry. Eddie I can't keep apologising, I knew you wouldn't be happy but I couldn't help myself, are you happy now? You asked me and I ignored you." There was nothing else Evan could say. He couldn't keep saying how sorry he was because it was wearing thin and the more Eddie heard it, the less likely he was to believe him. Evan tried in the beginning, he tried to be friendly with (Y/n) but keep a respectful distance.

It didn't work.

She was like a drug Evan just had to take. He had to be close to her, he had to touch her and hold her and have her and possess her wholeheartedly. There was no other way around it and deep down, he always had Eddie in the back of his mind and knew what he was doing, betraying his best friend. Evan couldn't help himself.

"And I was the last person to find out, that's what hurts more. Neither of you had the decency to talk to me, you didn't tell me you were moving in with him you just went ahead and did it anyway. You would have killed me if I left Texas with Chris and didn't tell you."

"That's different and you know it; I wanted to get out of Texas just as much as you did."

Texas was a different state, all the way across the country. (Y/n) didn't want to stay at home with their parents anymore and when Eddie said where he was moving to, (Y/n) wanted to go with him. She found herself a job and an apartment and travelled down with Eddie and Chris, never looking back. She was closer to Eddie than her two older sisters and LA was somewhere to have a fresh start and a new lease of life that was truly her own.

All she had done was move apartments, not to a different state. But (Y/n) would always admit that she should have told Eddie about the relationship first before moving in with Evan. They got too caught up in their relationship and being together to think about the consequences of doing everything secretly.

"Well judging by the fact I haven't heard from ma or papi, you haven't told them anything either. Are you gonna hide this from them too? You know what he'll say." Eddie raked his fingers through his hair again and took to pulling at the short strands at the back of his head.

He looked between (Y/n) and Evan, watching with a glimmer of satisfaction when (Y/n) shrunk back in her seat and pulled her arms tighter around her middle. While Evan looked between them both like he was missing something and it made Eddie grin.

"You thought my reaction was bad, wait til she tells our parents. I hope you know what you've done Buckley, you'll have to marry her now."

"Eddie!"

(Y/n) uncurled her legs and slammed them down on the floor as she sat bolt upright on the sofa, glaring daggers at her brother who shot her the exact same look back while he stood up to stretch and calm down. Her hands gripped the edge of the sofa and when (Y/n) dared to look to her right, she saw Evan's pale complexion and the confusion plastered across his face.

"It's the truth. When Shannon got pregnant I married her a month later to keep everyone happy. Did you even think if Buck would do that? Is this a fling for you Buck or are you gonna stick this out, hm?"

"Eddie for God's sake-"

"No. Buck has to tell me what his plan is here, he's got you pregnant for fuck's sake and you've not even been with him a year. So are you serious about this Buck, about her?" Eddie turned, planting his hands on his hips and cocking a hip out to the side as he waited impatiently for a response.

For the last three days, Eddie had been going through everything in his mind and he had come up with all sorts of scenarios and none of them ended well.

When he and Shannon found out about Chris, Eddie proposed immediately both because he loved her and because it was the only outcome that would happen in his family. Marriage came first, children came second. They needed stability to have a child and Eddie was in the army, he needed to marry Shannon in case he didn't come back from his tour.

Their family was hard, jumbled and a mess. Their parents were strict and harsh, they wouldn't agree or accept (Y/n) having a baby if she wasn't married and when they knew she hadn't been with Evan for long, they would not take this lightly.

Eddie had to know if Evan was serious about his sister or not. He had to know if he needed to worry that Evan had asked her to move in for the wrong reasons. If Evan was going to stick by (Y/n) and the baby or if he wasn't thinking about this as a long term situation. If that was the case, Eddie would blow a fuse and explode on his best friend.

Eddie's lips pressed into a very thin line and his chin tilted upwards, as did his brows when Evan suddenly got up from the sofa. He thought for a moment that Evan was going to walk out of his own flat in anger or a sudden burst of panic, but he didn't. Instead, he took three daring steps forward until he was standing right in front of Eddie, standing an inch taller than him.

His shoulders were squared out and as straight as a ruler, his hands were balled up into fists at his sides and his head was tilted at an angle. But it was the look in Evan's eyes that almost set Eddie off balance. He'd never seen Evan with something akin to danger and rage in his eyes before.

Evan was a calm, boysterous soul, not an explosive one.

"If you have to ask me, then you really don't know me as well as you think you do." His voice was as grating as gravel on the ground and his thick words left an air of tension surrounding them.

Evan was at the point of being enraged right now. He let Eddie push him, punch him and shout at him at the station and he was more than willing to let Eddie get everything off his chest and vent. But he wouldn't sit there and be accused of being with (Y/n) purely for the sex or the fun of secrecy.

If Eddie had to ask Evan whether he was going to stand by (Y/n), then he truly didn't know Evan at all and that stung worse than a knife in the heart.

His world had changed since (Y/n) walked into his life. Now, his world revolved solely around her, she was the sun and Evan was the Earth, unable to do anything but circle around her running himself ragged around the one thing that kept him from fading away.

"I love her. I love her more than you clearly think I do and I'd marry her tomorrow if she'll have me." Evan let his eyes dart across to (Y/n) but he couldn't look at her for long in case his bottle suddenly disappeared and she made him weak at the knees. When he looked back at Eddie, he acted on a rush of adrenaline and pushed him back a step. "So don't you dare stand there and act like I don't give a fuck about her."

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"He still hasn't answered me back yet," (Y/n) allowed herself to look away from the road for a split second so she could glance across at Evan.

Eddie had left their apartment rather quickly yesterday and he hadn't answered any of (Y/n)'s calls this morning. She was starting to fret that things weren't on as level ground as they believed after yesterday. She thought the air had been cleared and Eddie would take a little while longer to relax and come to terms with things, and then they would move forward.

She didn't want him to keep on ignoring her, not when they normally spoke to each other every day. (Y/n) wanted things to settle back down, she didn't want to feel so anxious every second of the day, wondering if Eddie was ever going to forgive her and if their relationship would go back to normal.

"He'll be cooling off, baby don't worry he won't be mad with you, it's me he's pissed at." Evan reached out and curled his hand around her upper thigh, squeezing gently while he leaned his head back against the headrest and looked across at her.

He knew Eddie wasn't as angry at (Y/n) as he was at Evan. He felt like Evan had betrayed him, that he'd gone behind his back and it was as if Evan had seduced (Y/n) rather than fallen in love with her. He wasn't as annoyed with (Y/n) for hiding the relationship like he was at Evan and as much as it was irritating, Evan would rather be at the brunt end of Eddie's wrath rather than (Y/n).

"I know, but I don't like it. And I need to know if I'm picking Chris up tomorrow or not and he won't talk to me."

She could feel her stomach igniting with worry already and every time adrenaline pumped through her stomach and chest, she felt sick. She had to know that everything was okay between them so she could calm down and keep focused. And (Y/n) usually picked Chris up in the afternoon's on a Thursday and Friday and she needed to double check that was still happening.

"I'll try and call him if you promise to stop panicking."

(Y/n) pursed her lips and nodded, feeling a different kind of adrenaline spark through her when Evan leaned over and peppered a kiss against her neck. He squeezed her thigh again and grazed his teeth against her skin before he pulled back and dug out his phone.

He highly doubted Eddie would answer him if he wasn't answering (Y/n), but Evan would do anything to try and calm her down. He knew her anxiety would fly if this mess continued and he also knew her anxiety mixed with morning sickness was starting to drain her.

Evan kept his hand on (Y/n)'s thigh and started to glide his thumb up and down the inside of her leg while he clicked Eddie's contact and waited to see if he would answer or not.

Anxiety and adrenaline both sparked up in (Y/n)'s stomach when Evan's hand glided higher up her thigh and gave a sharp squeeze when he sat forward.

"Eddie? Hey, it's me," Evan managed a grin and looked over at (Y/n), surprised, relieved and confused all at once. He wasn't sure why Eddie picked up on the first call when he had left all (Y/n)'s calls to go to voicemail. Maybe it was the topic of their parents that was making Eddie ghost his sister. (Y/n) had said she didn't want to tell their parents, at least not yet and she didn't want to do it alone.

The last thing Eddie wanted was to explain to their parents that someone he worked with, someone a few years older than (Y/n), had fallen for her. Gotten her to move in with him and now had got her pregnant too. It would cause everyone a headache that they all wanted to avoid.

"Yeah… no we're heading to see Maddie, but (Y/n) was-"

Whatever Evan was about to say got cut off.

His hand tightened around his phone which smashed into his ear and got caught between his head and the window when an oncoming car swerved into their lane. Hitting them head on.

Evan wasn't sure whether the expletives and curse words actually left his lips or if they were just swirling around his mind that was racing faster than the speed of light. Pain bolted up the back of his neck, ignited in his forehead, burst in his left hand that was next to the window and shockwaves surged through his chest.

He could feel the car moving, turning and spinning and the violent motion clawed a guttural scream from the back of Evan's throat that bounced around the walls and echoed back to him.

It felt like he had blacked out, maybe for a few seconds, maybe a little longer. His vision stayed as dark as the sky at midnight with only a few flickers of light blotching behind his eyelids, resembling twinkling stars. He could feel every inch of pain in his body, he could sense the car had stopped moving and he could hear a car horn, a fractured, broken radio and something else that he couldn't quite place.

Nothing came back into motion until voices suddenly started to make sense in Evan's ears and he realised he must have blacked out for a lot longer than he thought when the car horn was replaced by the very familiar sound of sirens. He could distinctly hear a firetruck, a police siren and an ambulance or two.

How long had be blacked out for them all to arrive?

A groan left Evan's lips as he blinked once, twice, five and then ten times before he could finally see instead of just hear and feel.

He could see faces glaring at him through the cracked windscreen. Two people in florescent jackets were peering in at him and he could hear a voice on his right. Someone was at the other door. When Evan let his head loll back against the headrest, he glanced his eyes to the left to see why his hand felt like it was on fire.

"Fuck!"

His left hand had gone through the window.

Deep down, Evan knew he shouldn't have moved. He knew it would be best to wait for assistance to safely remove his hand from the window. There was glass imbedded in his knuckles, his fingers and his wrist was caught on a particularly sharp piece of glass. But Evan couldn't wait, he wanted to move.

A roaring growl rutted through the air when he slowly dragged his hand back against the glass until he could drop it limply on his lap.

He was exhausted. Moving that little bit had taken all of his energy, or maybe it was the blood leaving his hand that was making him tired.

Now that his hand was no longer an obstacle in the way, someone wrenched the passenger door open and crouched down beside him. He elbowed their advance to try and tilt his head from side to side and he weakly slapped them when they tried to put him in a neck brace.

(Y/n). Shit. Shit. Shit. She's in the car too.

"Get off… baby, oh fuck," Evan unclipped his belt and leaned forward, slumping his left arm on the dashboard to hold himself up so he could turn to the right and try and see (Y/n). His mind was foggy, his vision wasn't perfect and his head was pounding, but he was conscious enough to remember and realise that he hadn't been the one driving the car.

She was slumped down in her seat, her head slanted to the side towards Evan just like she was asleep on the sofa, about to fall on him.

"Sir, can I please assess you-"

"Buck! Buck what the fuck's going on?!"

Evan fumbled his right hand around his lap and looked down until he found his phone. The screen had a crack in the right hand corner, but somehow he hadn't lost signal and the call hadn't ended.

Had Eddie stayed on the line all this time?

Gripping the phone tightly in his trembling fingers, Evan thrust the phone to the firefighter he loosely recognised as someone from the 221 team. He was a bit younger than Evan and he was a medic, Evan was sure of that. He had seen this guy talking to Hen a few times when they were joined up on callouts, but he didn't know his name.

"Talk… tell him w-what happened, please." Evan shook the phone until the other man took it from him and tried to calm Eddie down who was now screaming so loudly Evan could still hear him as clear as day.

Evan's eyes looked back at (Y/n) just as she seemed to be starting to come back around. He took her hand when it started to move, wavering about like she was blind and trying to find him. As soon as he squeezed her hand, she started to cry. Her eyes were clamped shut but tears were falling down her smoke-ridden face and sobs and spit foamed at her lips as she started to shake.

She tried to move her head until the medic held her head in place against the headrest and was quick to get a neck brace clipped around her. Trying to explain that she could have nerve damage, but (Y/n) wasn't listening. She couldn't listen. She didn't want them touching her.

She wanted Evan to get her out.

His name tore past her lips in a desperate plea but when two medics leaned in and started to ease her from the car, ripping her away from Evan, she screamed. A horrific, banshee scream hit Evan's ears and cut through him until he was wincing and at the point of sobbing too.

Turning to the left, Evan fisted the medic's shirt in his hands and pushed until the man took three steps back and helped Evan climb out the battered car.

His legs didn't seem to work properly, they fumbled, buckled and wobbled beneath him like broken matchsticks about to come apart completely. But Evan made them move. He dragged his feet across the tarmac, leaned most of his weight onto his new colleague and scanned his eyes around the smoke infested scene, trying to find (Y/n).

"I go with her." He pointed until the man nodded and tried to help guide him over to the ambulance (Y/n) was being loaded into.

"Concussion, deep wounds to the left hand and possible broken ribs," The man stated while Evan gathered what little strength he had and hoisted himself into the ambulance.

He flopped down on one of the seats closest to the gurney (Y/n) was laid on and slumped his elbows down on his knees. He kept his left hand dangling beside his leg even though he knew he should have kept his arm raised in the air to stop the blood loss. He didn't care. As long as his right hand found (Y/n)'s shaking fingers and held her hand to his lips, he couldn't care about his own minor injuries.

"E-Evan-"

"I'm here, I've got you, sweet girl." He kissed the back of her hand and lowered his head until it was hovering over her arm to try and relieve the tension. It felt like his head had been pumped full of air and it was about to explode.

He hated how she cried when the paramedic tried to touch and assess her chest and she flinched, coiling towards Evan when they pushed a needle into her hand and set her up on an IV line.

"Oh no…" Evan's head snapped up and his body slammed into the back of the ambulance when he straightened up like a ruler. The action made the blood drain from his head and dribble down to his toes until he was seeing stars again and his vision momentarily went black. He could feel someone quickly grab his chin and tilt his head back when his body started to slump forward and he was grateful for the oxygen mask that was pushed over his nose.

The flood of oxygen made him cough but it relieved the pain in his head and allowed him to see through blurry eyes again.

"Sir, deep breaths. Do you feel sick?"

"No, no s-she's pregnant."

He forgot to tell them. He hadn't been alert enough to say anything in the car but the thought suddenly dawned on him when he saw the medic assessing (Y/n) for broken ribs. They wouldn't know she was pregnant and if he didn't say anything now they wouldn't find out until much, much later when something went wrong or they did blood tests and accidentally found out.

They had to know so they could try and do something to help the baby. Evan didn't even know what injuries (Y/n) had gotten, he couldn't see any blood except for a cut on her forehead. It was him whose blood was dribbling onto the ambulance floor like a broken tap. She could have any number of internal injuries and internal bleeding they didn't know about.

"How far along?" The medic leaned back over (Y/n) with a sudden rush of concern in his eyes and a perplexed look on his face.

"T-three months… nearly four."

"Pelvis is in tact, no distending organs… skin isn't warm or flushed." He seemed to be nodding to himself as he went along his assessment, pressing the heel of his hands around (Y/n)'s lower chest and down her abdomen to check for any iregularities. He then banged his fist on the side of the ambulance and leaned into the windoe separating them from the driver. "Alert the hospital we have a priority one, pregnant female. She'll need an X-ray and an MRI, surgery team needs to be on standby just in case."

Evan croaked, trying to swallow down a bubbling cry. It hurt to think about what they were going to do to (Y/n).

She hated hospitals. She wasn't going to cope with an X-ray, then an MRI, especially if that scan was for her whole body and not just her head. Surgery was the last thing she needed right now.

Evan kept tight hold of (Y/n)'s hand while he stood up, stooped over with his weight wobbling between his toes and his heels like he was about to collapse. He ignored the medic trying to urge him to sit down and grabbed one of the cardboard sick buckets from the second drawer down, just in time to throw up. He knew where they were kept, he stocked the ambulance like everyone else every shift and he could feel his lunch crawling back up his throat.

He was grateful when she took the bowl off him when the ambulance finally came to a stop and Evan knew he was finished chucking up his guts.

His legs still felt uneasy but he felt more capable of walking than he did ten minutes ago and he held onto the gurney with his damaged hand so he didn't fall. But he let his weight slump forward and practically slid out of the ambulance onto shaky legs.

He knew the trek in through the paramedic's entrance, bypassing the A&E waiting room and going straight to the assessment cubicles. But anger boiled up inside of him and he wobbled when a nurse tried to escort him to a different cubicle than (Y/n).

She caused him to let go of (Y/n)'s hand and that automatically made (Y/n) scream, choking on a cry when they wheeled her into one of the further cubicles, away from Evan.

"Sir, come this way and we can assess you-"

"No y-you don't understand,"

"Sir-"

"I'm firefighter Buckley. And t-that's my wife, I'm going with her, thank you." Evan sneered the last words at her before he stumbled forward, cradling his rocky, shaking head that was ready to cave in and explode.

That was right, wasn't it? (Y/n) was his wife, wasn't she?

It sounded right when it came from Evan's lips, the thought seemed to make sense in his mind. He remembered arguing with Eddie about it and he could hear himself saying he would marry her. Why was his mind so jumbled? Why couldn't he think straight? Why was he ten minutes delayed in giving information and understanding it? He didn't realise (Y/n) was still in the car with him when he came round and he didn't tell them straight away that she was pregnant and in danger. Why didn't he tell them sooner?

When Evan got into the cubicle, everything started to spin. He slumped down into the chair closest to the bed (Y/n) had just been manoeuvred onto and he reached out for her. His good hand curled around her upper arm until his fingers were bruising into her flesh and he lifted his numb, heavy, damaged arm up and flopped it onto the pillow. Not caring that his blood was now soaking into the crisp white linen or that he had now alarmed one of the nurses who couldn't tell straight away whether the blood was his or from an unforeseen head injury (Y/n) might have had.

He managed to register (Y/n)'s cries circling around in his ears and her nails scratching into his arm but it was her words that soothed him despite how desperate they sounded.

"D-don't take him away. I need him," (Y/n) could feel the world spinning. The lights were too bright, burning into her pupils and giving her a headache that mashed with the rest of her body and made her pulse and thud in pain with each heartbeat.

Bile rose at the back of her throat, pins and needles shot down her arms and her chest and her body felt like it was going cold.

But it was Evan's touch, loosening on her arm and his head flopping down onto her shoulder that made her scream in both fright and agony. He had gone unconscious.

"He's going into shock, move him now!"

"Don't t..take him,"

(Y/n) couldn't speak, her brain was turning to mush, melting and becoming stew in her mind. She couldn't think, couldn't feel and couldn't process anything but the knowledge that someone was grasping at Evan and trying to sit him up. She was sure she heard one of the nurses shout that he was starting to be sick. Then he was choking.

Then they were both unconscious.

***

"Sir, sir please, who are you here for?"

"(Y/n) Diaz and Evan Buckley, I- I'm her brother and I was on the phone when their car crashed. Where are they, are they okay?"

Eddie's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his head and his other hand strummed horribly against the desk he was almost falling onto. He had spent ten minutes sitting in his living room in agony, waiting on the other end of the line for someone to talk to him and tell him what had happened.

He put a dint in the wooden coffee table, he had split his knuckles back open and he'd screamed so loud the neighbours came over in concern. He heard Evan scream. He heard his best friend swear and curse and spit and cry and the mesh of car horns and blazing voices and metal colliding with metal all melted together in Eddie's mind. He had heard everything and his sister's horrid scream sent him reeling.

He had been seconds away from hanging up the phone when someone finally found the phone and answered him, telling him they were taking the couple to Mercy General hospital.

After a quick, pleading call to his Abuela who agreed to collect Chris from school, Eddie raced down the motorway, calling Bobby enroute to explain that something bad had happened and he didn't know what the outcome was.

"I have a Buckley in room three… Linda, family member of Mr Buckley."

What about (Y/n)? Where was she? Was she okay, why weren't they taking Eddie to see both of them? Was (Y/n) not in A&E anymore, had she been taken somewhere else in the hospital?

All the questions swirled around Eddie's head and made him dizzy and too incomprehensible to voice them. He blindly nodded and stumbled after the older nurse who was already speeding away from him to show him where to go.

"Are they okay?" He gasped through each word, clawing at the back of his neck like it would somehow help him breathe clearer.

"Mr Buckley was a handful, he received a very severe concussion and started to be sick, then when he passed out be started to choke and convulse. We had to clear his airways and send him up to the third floor for a scan. Little bit of swelling but he's in the clear."

"Shit."

"Hm. He's got broken ribs and his left hand got rather messy, glass nicked an artery so he got some stitches. He began screaming for his wife when he came round, very distressed so we had to give him some morphine for the pain and to calm him down."

That sounded like Evan.

Although Eddie found himself halting just outside Evan's door when the words sank into his mind. Screaming for his wife. Evan and (Y/n) weren't married, certainly not after the conversation they all had yesterday. Had Evan told a white lie to make sure he knew what was happening with (Y/n)? Or had his concussion affected him worse than they imagined?

"W-where is his wife? (Y/n) Diaz, she um… she's pregnant and I'm worried." His fingers rubbed bruisingly over his jaw that was aching from how tightly he had been clenching his teeth together on the drive here.

"She was moved up to the third floor for some scans, to check for internal injuries. She sustained broken ribs and a dislocated knee… I'm afraid I don't know about the pregnancy yet, I'm sorry. If you wait with Mr Buckley, any news and someone will come down and talk to you. We're waiting to admit him onto a ward when we get a free bed."

"Thank you," His disheartened tone was evident in his voice and the light started to fade from his eyes when the nurse looked at him with sorrow before she turned to carry on with her duties.

Eddie turned on his heels and slowly opened the hospital door, trying to brace himself for what he was going to find on the other side.

Evan didn't see him at first; it gave Eddie a chance to look him over and do a small assessment. His friend, his brother, was sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling off the side and his right hand clasped around the back of his neck like he was trying to choke himself. He had his left arm bandaged and in a sling around his neck, something Eddie guessed he wouldn't be wearing for very long.

He had the beginning of a black eye and various cuts and newly forming bruises dotted all over his face and down his neck from what Eddie could see.

If Evan looked this bad, what was (Y/n) going to be like?

"Eddie…" The moment Evan lifted his head, the waterworks started again and before Eddie could close the door, Evan was sobbing. His face turned a very horrid shade of cherry red, his wet parted lips were swollen and blushing and his eyes were the deepest shade of blue Eddie had ever seen.

"Buck, how do you feel?" Eddie went to sit down next to him on the bed but Evan stood up before he could sit down. He pushed onto wobbling legs and swayed, trying to control his eyes that were moving in slow circles. "Sit down, you've got a concussion-"

"They won't let me see her! T-they're hiding her from me,"

"No one's hiding her, she's having a scan. Please sit down," With gentle hands, Eddie held Evan's arms carefully in case they were hurting or bruised. And he slowly nudged Evan until he was sitting back down on the bed, sniffing and trying to catch a proper breath. "Someone will come and find us when they have news. What happened, you… you were screaming on the phone."

Eddie already knew he was going to be having nightmares for months after what he had heard tonight. Evan's cursing screams and (Y/n)'s tortured howls were going to haunt Eddie for the rest of his life.

"Nurse said a drunk driver hit us. Can you call Maddie for me?"

"Yeah, yeah I'll ring and ask her to come down,"

"I'm sorry,"

His words took Eddie by surprise, so much so that he had to take a step back and lean down to look at Evan and make sure he heard him right. What on Earth was he apologising for? Evan hadn't been the one drunk driving, he hadn't done anything wrong. Not like the person who hit them who was going to feel Eddie's wrath as soon as he got hold of them.

As Evan continued to cry and cradle his head that was still on the verge of exploding, despite the morphine they had given him, Eddie could feel his throat closing up. The unfamiliar sense of dread dwelled in his stomach and his heartbeat started to thud throughout every crevasse of his body, making him pulse and shudder like a boombox. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, a horrid numbness was spreading down his arms to his fingertips and he couldn't breathe.

He was starting to panic. He had been the one who had given both of them the cold shoulder. He wouldn't return (Y/n)'s phone calls, he wanted time to think things over and work out how they were all going to move forward through this and tell their families. Eddie had been too hard on both of them and now they were in the hospital.

If he had taken things better, if his mood had been lighter and more understanding, would they have been out in the car tonight when they were? Would they have been going to see Maddie if Eddie had changed his attitude yesterday?

Was their crash his fault?

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Melissa & Jacob || Fire

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