#I'm calling my dad and telling him class was cancelled

[bisaster-energy]

me waiting for the chair im sitting on the collapse on itself

[surftrips]

Maybe you could do single dad jj maybank he’s in college and has to do a project with the reader and has to bring the baby with them and they bond and start to hang out a lot then they start to date also maybe she’s a single mom I feel like that would be like a unique thing

thank you so much for this request! i hope you don't mind that i switched it up a bit (and got carried away lol) but reader is the single mom here and her and jj have known each other their whole lives :)

when you know, you know

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n needs a babysitter and jj is the only person available.

word count: 3.5k

"Okay, I understand. Thanks, anyway," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and hanging up the phone. Your babysitter had just canceled on you, and the timing could not have been worse. 

You had been planning this night for months. Between your classes, a part-time job, and taking care of your 2-year-old Margo, it was nearly impossible to schedule anything. But you desperately needed a night out and your friend Emma had so kindly offered to set you up on a blind date. 

You scrolled through your contacts list, looking for anyone that was sober on a Friday night, a seemingly impossible task. Glancing at the time, you realized that you only had an hour left to find a babysitter and get ready. 

As panic set in, you received a text from the P4L groupchat. 

JJ: Wtw tonight?

Not now JJ, you thought. 

Y/N: Trying to find a babysitter, mine just canceled :/

Kie: Oh no, Y/N!! I'm so sorry :(

Cleo: Sorry babes, I totally wouldd but I already lost count of how many drnks I've had 2nite xxx

JJ: Wait, you guys went out already?

Sarah: JJ, we told you it's a girls night.

JJ: In that case, Y/N, I'll watch Margo! 

Absolutely not, was your first thought. JJ Maybank was probably the last person you wanted to take care of your child, he was practically one himself. 

Besides, since you had Margo, he was always acting weird around you. Before, you two would hang out all the time, but now he only saw you if there was another person there as a buffer. He hardly visited or called, but you were so preoccupied with raising a baby on your own that you hadn't had a chance to talk to him about it. 

In the beginning, people assumed it was his baby you were pregnant with, but you never crossed that line because your friendship meant the world to each other. He was the first person you told when you found out you were going to be a mother, and you remember how excited he was for you. It was hard to believe how distant he had become, and you wondered why he had volunteered himself tonight. 

You assessed the situation: you hadn't gone out in nearly two years, and who knew when the next opportunity would be? You sighed, hardly believing the words you were about to type on your phone. 

Y/N: Ok. How soon can you be here? 

Y/N: You better be sober, JJ. 

You turned your phone off before the others could protest, knowing that half of them were drunk anyway. 

"Uncle JJ is going to come over and watch you tonight, okay? Mommy is going to be gone for just a few hours," you said to your daughter, picking her up and placing her in your eye line so you could do your makeup.

"Jay Jay?" she repeated. 

"Yes, honey," you smiled, trying to reassure her, or yourself. Out of all the pogues, Kiara and Sarah babysat Margo the most. She had probably only met JJ a handful of times and you worried about how well she would do with him alone. 

As if he could read your mind, your phone began ringing and you looked over to see his face on your screen.

"JJ, please don't tell me you're canceling too."

"What? Oh, no, it's not that. I was just wondering if you needed me to bring anything for Margo?" 

"Oh," you relaxed. "Hmmm, I think we have everything we need here. But thank you for asking, JJ."

"Of course," you could hear him smiling on the other line. "You know, thanks for letting me watch Margo. I've been meaning to visit her more." 

"JJ, you know you're weren't my first choice," you teased. "But yeah, of course. Thanks, I owe you." 

You hung up the phone, thoughts from earlier creeping back into your mind. You always assumed that the baby scared JJ away, but sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on. 

However, now was not the time for you to be thinking about this, considering that you now had 30 minutes left until your date showed up and you had yet to pick out a dress.

"Hmmmm, let's see. Any suggestions, Margo?" you asked your daughter, combing through your closet for something appropriate. You settled on a short black dress with a boat neck, and black knee high boots to go along with it. 

"What do we think, sweetie?" you smiled at Margo.

"Pretty!" she clapped her small hands together. 

"Why, thank you, baby. Come on, let's go see if Uncle JJ is here yet," you picked her up and checked your phone for any notifications. 

Blind Date: Be there in 5! :)

Crap, you thought. Where is JJ? 

You shot back a confirmation for your date and looked out the window for any sign of JJ. You weren't sure if he was biking over or he had borrowed the Twinkie, but there was no sign of anyone outside. 

Growing anxious, you gathered Margo's favorite toys and books into the living room and tidied up your apartment to pass the time. 

Exactly 5 minutes later, the doorbell rang. You smoothed down your dress and checked your hair in the mirror one last time. Putting on your best smile, you went to open the door. 

"Hi–" you started. "Oh, it's you." 

"Come on, that's what I get for dropping everything and saving your ass?" JJ responded. 

"Sorry, weren't you the one with no plans on a Friday?" 

"You know, I can just turn around right now-" 

"Stop!" you pleaded. "Okay, sorry, I've been anxious about this all day and I just want to get back to Margo as fast as I can." 

"Relax, Y/N. I'm here now," he took in your appearance. "You look great, by the way." 

The last time he saw you remotely dressed up like this was prom night. 

You couldn't help but blush, looking around for Margo to hide your face. "Margo, look who it is!" 

"Jay Jay!" she babbled. 

"Oh my god, she knows my name!" JJ replied, looking a little perplexed. 

"You know what, I'm surprised too considering she's only met you, like, four times," you said. 

"Alright, you're no fun," he looked at you as you traded your daughter over to his arms. "Miss Margo and I here are going to have the time of our lives. Aren't we?" 

He tickled her, causing her to giggle. She seemed so comfortable in his arms, you wondered why you were ever worried in the first place. 

"Thanks again for doing this, I know we haven't talked in a while-" you started. 

"So, where's the lucky guy?" he interrupted you. 

"Uhh," you looked over at the clock. "He said he would be here by now." 

"Late to the first date? That's a red flag, Y/N." 

"As if you're not a walking red flag, JJ. What did you get here on? Your bike?"

"Hey! I refurbished that bike all on my own! It takes a lot of skill to do that."

Just then, the doorbell rang. You rushed to open the door, a smile plastered on your face again. 

"Hey! You must be Emma's friend! I'm Tom." he greeted you with a hug and a bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry for being late, I went to get these flowers for you and was distracted by the girl scouts selling cookies outside. I had to support them, you know?" 

"Oh, no worries! Yes, how can you say no to them?" you laughed softly. You took the flowers from him and went to place them on the table closest to you, beckoning him to come in.

"Tom, this is one of my friends, JJ. He's babysitting my daughter, Margo, while we're gone," you said.

"Ah! What a pleasure," Tom went over to shake JJ's hand and politely wave at your daughter. "I promise not to keep your mom out too late tonight." 

"That's right, need her back before midnight," JJ remarked.

You playfully pushed him in response, grabbing your keys. "Alright, you have my number so please call me if you need anything. Bye Margo, mommy loves you!" 

With that, you and Tom headed outside and into his car. 

On the drive over to the restaurant, you learned that Tom was a psychologist, he liked to cook, and reality TV shows were his guilty pleasure. At the restaurant, which was a higher-end place near the water, he pulled out your chair for you. 

"I hope this place is okay, I wasn't sure what kind of food you liked so I thought somewhere nicer would be safe," he said. 

"Oh, this is perfect. Don't even worry about it," you smiled. "I haven't had a proper night out in so long, I wouldn't have minded if you took me to a burger joint." 

He laughed, "Margo is adorable, by the way. How old is she?"

"She's 2," you said. Then, feeling the need to clarify, "I had her when I was 20, at the beginning of my junior year in college."

"I see, how was that? How did you manage classes?" You were surprised at his demeanor, half-expecting him to judge you or run in the opposite direction any second now, but his inquisition was genuine.

"Well, I could still go to classes during the first trimester, but it got more difficult after that so I took a leave of absence. I'm taking night classes now because I work in the mornings." 

"Oh nice, what degree are you going for?"

"English, I want to be a teacher," you explained.

"My mom was a teacher," he smiled. "What age do you want to teach?"

"Oh no way! I want to teach elementary school kids. Everyone always tells me how hard it will be, but raising Margo... I don't love anything more than that." 

"That's really sweet, are you close with your family?"

You paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. "Depends on who you consider my family, I guess," you laughed awkwardly. "I'm not close with my parents, but my friends? Those are the most important people in my life." 

He smiled, "I understand. I'm glad you have a support system, being a single mother can be hard." 

"Yeah, I'm super grateful. Actually, my babysitter for tonight canceled last-minute and JJ came to the rescue. I don't know what I would've done without him." 

Tom's smile faltered for an unnoticeable second. "How long have you known him for?"

"JJ? My whole life, probably. I can't imagine a time when he wasn't by my side. He was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy, but after..." you trailed off.

"After...?"

"Afterwards," you hesitated, not wanting to bad-mouth your friend. "I guess he started to distance himself more, I think Margo scared him away honestly."

"You think it was Margo and nothing else?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just mean," he sighed. "Do you think there could be any other reason why he would be so supportive of you before and not after you had Margo?" 

"I-I'm not sure. I haven't had much time to think about it, I guess."

"You want my opinion?" Tom asked. You searched his face for any sign of spitefulness, but came up empty. 

"I saw the way he looked at you and Margo, earlier. That boy is not scared of either of you. In fact, all I saw was love. Did you ever think he’s grappling with those feelings?” 

"His feelings? For me?" It was not the first time you thought about it, but it was the first time you heard it verbalized. 

"Yes, I know I sound crazy, but seriously, Y/N, what other reason could there be to explain his behavior?"

You racked your brain for all the possible explanations. Tom had a point, if JJ had feelings for you at some point in your friendship, or still does, he might feel the need to distance himself to protect you. 

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I told you, I'm a psychologist. I notice these things," he smiled.

"Is this how all of your first dates go?" you laughed.

"Not all of them, but I’ll admit, a few are like this. But tell me, am I wrong to assume there was something more going on between you two before you got pregnant?"

You sighed, "No, you're not wrong. Our feelings for each other were a truth that neither of us wanted to confront. We were young, we didn't want to be tied down, it was college. But he was always there, by my side, through everything. Of course, I loved him." 

"Well, there you go. There's your answer." 

Tom dropped you off around midnight. You assured him that there was no need to walk you to your door, you both knew that you needed to have a conversation with JJ.

"Thank you again for tonight, we seriously need to meet up again," you said, before shutting your door.

"Absolutely, I'll give you the address to my office," he joked.

You turned the key into your door as quietly as possible, in case JJ was also asleep with Margo. Inside, the lights were off and you pulled out your phone flashlight to search for him. 

You went into Margo's room first, seeing that she was fast asleep in her crib. "Hi baby," you whispered. "Where's Uncle JJ?" 

After making sure she was tucked in properly, you turned to go into your bedroom. Sure enough, there was JJ, fast asleep in your bed. 

You couldn't help but smile, recalling memories from high school when you two would have sleepovers. Being sure to keep quiet, you changed into your pajamas and got ready for bed.

Trying your best to not wake up JJ, you pulled open the blanket on your side of the bed and slipped in next to him. 

"Goodnight, JJ," you whispered. 

—

In the morning, you woke up to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. For a second, you weren't sure you were even in your apartment, remembering that you live alone with Margo and surely, you weren't asleep long enough for her to know her way around the kitchen.

But then you remembered that JJ was babysitting last night and had fallen asleep in your bed before you got home. 

After a long stretch, you got up and went into the kitchen.

"There she is, good morning pretty," JJ smiled at you. 

"Morning... When did you learn how to cook?" you questioned.

"What do you mean? I've always known how to make pancakes."

"Okay, that is just a straight up lie. In high school you would have chips for breakfast."

JJ put his hand to his chest, taking mock offense. "If you must know, I started teaching myself how to cook last year when I moved off-campus." 

"Wow, I must say, I am impressed, Mr. Maybank."

"Please, that's my father. You can call me JJ," he said, causing you both to laugh. 

Were his eyes always this blue? You thought, as you admired his features in the morning light. 

After a moment, you broke the silence. "Uh- I better go check on Margo. How was she last night, by the way?"

"Oh, amazing. Best kid ever." 

"Really? She didn't give you a hard time at all?"

"Nope, must have remembered me from when she was in the womb."

You smiled, turning around to your daughter's room.

Sure enough, Margo was sleeping like the baby she was. You checked the clock, she wouldn't be up for at least another hour.

"Margo's still in one piece?" JJ asked when you reentered the kitchen.

"Yes, somehow,” you mused. 

"Good, want to try these pancakes now?"

"Yes, please, I'm starving," you sat down across from JJ.

"Starving? Your date didn't feed you last night?"

"Very funny, if you want to know about my date, you can just ask." 

"Okay, how was your date?" he relented. 

"He's a psychologist." 

"Cool, anything else?" JJ looked slightly confused. 

"He was very normal and nice," you added.

“I would hope so.”

“Yes, and he likes to cook too.”

“That’s great, how was the date itself?”

“Oh the date itself…” you trailed off. 

"Y/N, why are you acting weird?"

"Weird? Me? I'm just telling you about my date." 

"You're talking about him like he's your therapist."

"Well, in a way, it was like a therapy session."

"So the date went bad?"

"No, it was really nice." 

JJ looked around the kitchen, "Did I accidentally put something in the pancake batter to make you act like this or...?" 

"These are great, by the way," you said, pointing to the pancakes with your fork.

"Thanks, but can we get back to the date?" 

"Oh, yeah, well, basically," you started. 

"Y/N." JJ was rarely ever serious, but he was starting to look concerned with you. 

"Okay, fine. It started off really well, we got to know each other. Then, he was asking about Margo and my family, and I told him about my parents, you know. Then he asked about you, and I told him I've known you forever, but after Margo, you started distancing yourself and we haven't seen or talked to each other in a while, and then-" you rambled. 

"Then what?"

"And then, he told me, or rather he made me realize, that maybe we need to address the feelings we may or may not have had for each other before I got pregnant," you finished in a rush.

JJ was silent, you weren't sure if the expression on his face was scared or bemused. 

"JJ, please say something." 

"Was that all?"

"More or less."

He sighed, "Y/N, I think one of the reasons why our friendship worked so well was because we both knew that at any moment, we could pursue something more, but we didn't. We both knew that doing that would ruin our friendship, something we've had for nearly twenty years. I thought college was going to be four years of partying and distractions, but instead, I had to face reality”

“Distractions?”

“Everyone that wasn’t you was a distraction, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“Uh, no. It wasn't, actually. JJ, you kept telling me you were trying to meet ‘the one!’” 

“Well, I was lying! Okay? You were always the one for me. I just didn’t feel like I was the one for you. So I was stupid and I decided we would be better off as friends, but when you got pregnant…” 

“When I got pregnant…?”

“When you told me about Margo, I panicked. I knew you were strong enough to do this on your own, but you shouldn’t have had to. I told myself that I was going to be there for you every step of the way, and I was, until you gave birth. I saw Margo for the first time, and I-I’m sorry. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Do what, JJ? You know I never needed you to be her father.” 

“I know, I know. I saw her and I couldn’t imagine hurting her. I didn’t want her to know me, because to know me is to be disappointed by me,” he sighed.

“JJ,” you stood up now to wrap your arms around him. “Are you kidding me? I was never, never disappointed by you. I was just worried, babe, that’s all. You stopped talking to me after that.” 

JJ allowed himself to fall into your arms. “I’m sorry, it just felt like too much at the time. I loved- love you and Margo so much, that I didn’t know what to do with all of it. So I thought it was best to give you some space, until I was better.”

You chuckled, “Is that why you taught yourself how to cook?”

“Stop, I was actually starving and had no choice.”

“And are you better now?”

“When I heard you were going on a date, do you want to know what I thought?”

“What?”

“I thought, I let her go again. I let you go a million times in college, and here I am, letting you go again.” 

When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “You’re the one for me, Y/N. I came over here tonight to show you that. I’m ready for whatever this is going to be, whatever this friendship evolves into. I spent too much time denying the truth, and I think you have too.” 

There were not enough words to describe how you were feeling, so you leaned in to kiss your best friend. JJ held your face with such gentleness, you wondered if this was all in your imagination. 

Eventually, you pulled away. “I’m done lying, to myself and to each other. This is real, yes?” you asked.

“Yes, I love you, really.”

“I love you too, Maybank.” 

You leaned in for a second time, but not before you heard the familiar cries of Margo in the other room. 

“Don’t worry, I got it,” he smiled with that boyish grin of his that you loved so much. That you have always loved. 

[mindmelter]

Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 1) - Vacation

(This series is a Sequel of "Five Aliens On Board Of Hunks". So before diving into this story, I recommend reading its prequel. Although this chapter still works on its own. Enjoy it.)

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Victor and the five alien controlled hunks landed in Italy, they were now at the airport waiting for Victor's next orders.

"So, what's the plan, Master? I've already canceled all my host's meetings for the week, just like you asked me." Sylo, the alien bug inside the man's brain, said.

Victor sighed and sat in front of him. He ran his hand through his hair as he analyzed the situation they were in. "I'm still thinking about it. The plan was to release all five of you once we arrived at the resort. Then, you guys would take over some of the hot Italian guests there. But I wasn't expecting the five of you to disobey my orders and take over these five hunks on the plane..."

"Do Master wish for us to abandon our hosts?" Sylo asked.

"No, I really like the bodies you guys picked. Specially yours... don't tell your brothers but your host is my favorite. I like that you went straight for the business class for the prime meat. What is his name by the way? We should use the host's names while in public"

"His name is Alexander"

"Where was he going?"

"He was going to a business meeting here in Italy. He's quite a busy and important man. His dad owned an internacional car exporter company and of course Alexander here is now the CEO of the company"

"Interesting, having a rich host might be helpful"

Victor and Sylo's attention suddenly turned to a muscular Arab man near them: It was Grus's bodybuilder host. He was screaming to someone on the phone, he seemed very angry "Yes, that's right! I will not attend the bodybuilding competition this year... I know I said I would be there... I don't have to explain why... fuck the contracts, I want you to shove them up your ass!" He shouted hanging up the call.

"Grus really knows how to imitate the personalities of his hosts" Sylo commented.

Near the angry bodybuilder was Quin's footballer host, the football player was with his girlfriend, who was waiting for him at the airport, but now it looked like they were having a heated discussion. The couple was finally going to reunite after two months apart, well, that was before one of Victor's alien bugs crawled inside the stud's brain and took over his hot body.

"What do you mean you are travelling again? I waited for you for two months! You said you would focus on our relationship once you were back"

"I have more important things to do now" He said in a flat tone.

"More important than our relationship? What's wrong with you?" The woman shouted and pushed Quin's host. "That's it, It's over for us!" She shouted storming away. The handsome blond athlete continued standing with a blank face expression, as if his girlfriend of five years hadn't just ended their relationship. He then turned to look at Victor with his blank face and smirked, giving Victor a thumbs up.

Victor then looked at Echo's Daddy host sitting on a near seat with his wife and children. While Yinx's host was talking with the host's girlfriend, she was confused as why her boyfriend had decided not to visit her parents anymore.

Those five men boarded the plane with different plans for themselves and their loved ones. Now, they were nothing but husks for the tiny alien bugs to control. The aliens were now the ones on board their bodies, and it was now up to Victor to create a new plan for all of them. Victor then turned to Alexander.

"Only Echo's daddy host was already going to the same resort as me, all the other hosts had different plans." Victor said.

"Why don't we all go together to the resort, Master? All our hosts have canceled their appointments as you ordered, our hosts are now free of any human burden."

"But you guys don't have reservations, I only made one reservation for myself"

"You don't have to worry about that, Master. My host is a millionarie, he's the CEO of an internacional car company. He's so rich that I could rent the entire resort if I wanted. I'm sure I could arrange five reservations for him and my brothers's hosts"

"This sounds like a good plan. Connect me to the others, please" Victor ordered.

Alexander then closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on his temples for a few seconds. Victor watched as the other four hosts stopped moving to receive the mental signal. This was one of the bugs' abilities: They were able to communicate telepathically to each other. They all shared the same mental link and could communicate as long as they weren't too far away from one another.

"They are hearing you Master" Sylo's host spoke with his eyes white rolling back. Victor leaned closer to him.

"Ok, listen to me, guys. We are still going to the resort as it was the original plan, only now you will go into your new hosts. You guys know the rules..." Victor said, and Sylo passed the message to the others like a group call.

"Yes Master, while inside a host we must take their Identity as well" Alexander responded for the five of them.

"That's right, unless we are in private that you guys can stop acting like them. Now let's go, this vacation is not only for me but for you guys too. After helping me fuck with every hot guy that I wanted for the past year, you guys deserve a break"

"Thank you, Master" Sylo responded for the five of the alien bugs.

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The next day, Victor and the five alien hosts were enjoying the Saturday morning at one of the most expensive resorts in Italy. Sylo used his host's money to pay for all the expenses, and to get the best rooms.

Victor was sharing a room with Sylo's host, Alexander.

Echo's daddy host — whose name was David — was sharing a room with his family.

Yinx's host was sharing a room with his girlfriend, who was still mad at him for changing their plans of meeting with her parents to spending a weekend at the resort.

Quin's footballer host and Grus's bodybuilder host were sharing a room together as the bodybuilder was single and the football player had just ended his long term relationship at the airport.

The night before, while Alexander was fucking Victor on their bed, Victor commanded Sylo to connect his mind with his brothers, so all the hosts could feel what Alexander was feeling. In the next room, Yinx's was fucking his host's girlfriend. In another, Quin's footballer host was getting a blowjob from Grus's bodybuilder host.

When Alexander came inside Victor, Sylo sent a powerful orgasmic signal towards every single one of the four hosts in the other rooms, in which all came together at the same time.

Victor woke up to an empty bed, Alexander wasn't in the room anymore. Victor, still lying on the bed stared at the ceiling and started to smile as he remembered all the fun he had the night before. Victor fell asleep with Alexander's hard cock buried deep inside him. Victor grunted in disappointment, he wanted to start the day with a morning fuck, so where the hell was Sylo with his hot host? He grabbed his phone on the nightstand and saw a message from Alexander.

"Good morning, Master. I'm having breakfast at the restaurant near the coast. I didn't want to wake you up so I went alone"

Victor quickly put his clothes on, and on his way to meeting with Alexander, he saw David—Echo's host—relaxing on a chair with his family. Victor passed by and admired the dad in black speedos." He couldn't believe that just a day before he was cumming on those hairy pecs in the airplane bathroom.

David grinned at Victor and unpretentiously adjusted his bulge, only Victor knew it was very much Intentional, Echo was trying to tease Victor with his new sexy Daddy host. Victor then spotted Alexander sitting at a table alone, and walked to him.

"Why don't you two just fuck each other right there in front of everyone?" Alexander joked, the restaurant area had a clear view of David.

"God, I wish I could. You guys picked the most hottest men on that plane." Victor said sitting on his side, then he took Alexander's glass of orange juice and took a sip, just for fun he spat inside and handed the glass back to Alexander, who smiled.

"You taught us how to pick the best human males."

"I sure did. I'm so lucky to have you guys in my life. These men wouldn't give me the light of the day if it wasn't for literal aliens taking over their brains."

They both laughed, then Alexander gulped down the juice. "You're right, Master. Alexander would only fuck female models. You would never be on his dating pool, but you don't have to worry about that anymore. With us in control you're the only one that they will ever have eyes on"

David blushed.

Suddendly Alexander froze for a few seconds and his eyes rolled back.

"Is everything ok?" Victor asked. Alexander then pressed two fingers on his temple.

"I'm getting a mental link from Yinx... He wants to talk with you in private.... he's at the... hotel's gym."

"I better go see what he wants" Victor said standing up. "Won't you give me a kiss, Master?" Alexander asked pulling Victor by the shirt and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

Victor walked to the gym, once there he saw that the place was almost empty with the exception of Yinx's host — Anthony — working out at the bicycle's area.

"Hey Master!" Yinx said, giving Victor a warm smile.

"Hey sexy. I'm seeing you're really enjoying your new muscles."

"What can I say? I love working the muscles of my hosts, there's just something very addicting about this human practice, I like the pain it causes."

"Can you give me a flex? Please?"

"Of course Master"

Victor started to sweat and a tent started to form in his shorts. It was too hot to have someone like Anthony flexing for him.

"God, I will never get used to this." Victor squeezed Anthony's biceps, then lifted one arm and sniffed on his sweaty armpit, he had a strong musk and Victor wasted no time in giving it a few licks. "So, uuummffh... Sylo said you wanted to.. mmmffhhh.. talk to me?"

"Yes, follow me, Master" They both walked to a more private area at the gym, then Anthony sat on a couch.

"Earlier I was jogging and I noticed a man following me with his car, he was taking photos of me. But when I tried to confront him, he said he knew what I was and then drove off"

"That's weird. It must have been just a gay pervert. Your new host is too hot, you will attract some creeps"

"You might be right" Anthony said looking down.

"And how are you dealing with Anthony's girlfriend?"

"She's driving me insane, Master. I fucked her last night to make her happy, while I was inside her I felt Sylo sending me an orgasmic mental link. Anthony came so fast while feeling what Sylo's host was feeling. His girlfriend thought he came for her, but he actually came for you, Master"

"Wait, are you hard right now?" Victor asked.

"No I'm not" Anthony responded, playfully covering his crotch with his manly hands.

"I think you are" Victor taunted "C'mon, show me"

Victor was shocked when Anthony uncovered his crotch, there was a dark wet patch on his pants. Yinx's made Anthony cum by just remembering the night before.

"You horny bastard"

"I can't help it, I wish it was me fucking you last night, Master. It's not fair that only Sylo can share a room with you. I would love to fuck you with my new meat"

"Aaawwnn, we can make that happen, Yinx. No need to be all jealous. I have plenty of ass for the five of you"

Suddenly, Victor felt his phone buzzing inside his pocket, so he grabbed it and saw a new message from David. It was a photo of him wearing only dark blue speedos while posing to a mirror.

"Wife is out with the kids, I'm all alone now. What do you think of coming over and having some fun? This host has so much more than just some hairy pecs, you need so see his hairy ass"

"I-I have to go now" Victor said.

Yinx's host nodded and Victor made his way to David's room, his heart raced with anticipation. He couldn't wait to have some fun with Echo's host. When he arrived at the door, he knocked softly only to realize the door was already open. David's deep voice called out, "Come in."

Victor stepped inside, taking in the sight before him. David was lying on the bed, wearing only a pair of dark blue speedos that did little to hide his impressive junk.

"Hey, David," Victor said, closing the door behind him. "Thanks for the invite." He walked over to the bed and sat down beside David, their legs brushing against each other.

"No problem, buddy," David replied with a sultry smile. "I've been looking forward to this." He reached out and ran his hand through Victor's hair, making the younger man shiver. "So, what do you want to do? I'm up to anything"

Victor leaned in closer, feeling the heat emanating from David's body. "Well," he began, "I've been thinking about that message you sent me..."

David smiled, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. "You mean about my hairy ass?" He reached down and took hold of Victor's erection, stroking it gently through his pants. Victor arched into the touch, unable to hide his desire.

"Yeah," Victor whispered, his heart racing. "I've been wanting to have more fun with you since I came on your pecs on the plane." He leaned in and kissed David, their lips meeting in a passionate exchange as Victor sucked on the married dad's tongue. Their hands moved frantically over each other's bodies.

As David took Victor's clothes off, a new idea began to form in Victor's mind. He glanced down at David's hairy chest and hard erection, and suddenly he had an image in his head. "I had an Idea" he whispered into David's ear.

David looked confused for a moment, but then Victor laid down on the bed with his hard member pointing up, and looked at David with a dirty look, who got the message right away...

"Oh fuck, yeah," Victor moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. "That's it Echo, make this Daddy fuck himself on my cock." And with those words, the alien-controlled daddy began to fuck himself on Victor's hard cock ever harder. Victor opened his eyes to the sight of a burly hairy family dad squatting on his cock, he watched amazed as David's pecs bounced up and down with each movement. Victor grabbed each hairy pecs with his hands, sometimes he would pinch and twist the nipples. At one moment Victor even used David's nipples as a handle to guide the Daddy up and down. Soon they came together in a erotic, otherworldly union. As they reached their climaxes, waves of pleasure washed over them. Victor came inside the host, and the host came all over Victor. The room spun around them. David's breath came in ragged gasps, his hairy chest heaving as he clenched tightly around Victor's cock.

Slowly, they began to regain their composure and their breathing returning to normal. David pulled off of Victor with a satisfied sigh, his cock still hard and glistening with their shared sweat. He reached down and started to lick Victor's body clean, erasing any trace of cum.

"That was incredible," Victor whispered, his voice husky with desire "thank you, Echo." He leaned in and kissed David gently on the lips as he caressed the man's fur.

"My pleasure, Master" David replied, putting one hand behind his head "Anytime you want some more fun, you know where to find me. This brainless Daddy is yours to use."

They both shared a laugh.

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Later that day, Victor walked back into his room to find Alexander talking on the phone. He was speaking in a strange language — was it Arabic? Or Turkish? Victor couldn't tell.

"Hey, Sylo, what are you doing on the phone? I thought I said to cancel your host's meetings for the week. You should be outside having a good time in your new body" Victor said.

Alexander muttered something into the phone and then muted it. “This host is much more important than you think, Master. He can't just disappear for a week. People will start looking for him" he growled, shooting a stern look in Victor's direction. Victor couldn't help but roll his eyes. Sylo was the most stubborn of the five bugs.

"Let them. It's not like they will suspect he's just a brainless empty husk for an alien bug now. You should be relaxing, not working"

Alexander suddenly tore his shirt off and glared at Victor with a menacing expression, making it clear that he was not amused.

Victor's heart raced as he felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. He knew Sylo was just playing pretend with his host's dominant personality, but still, seeing such a big muscular man giving him such a look would still make him sweat. Victor was still very much human.

"Why don't you use your slutty mouth to worship my muscles instead, while I'm doing real man stuff?" Alexander growled.

Victor's cheeks flushed red, but he couldn't help the surge of desire that coursed through his body. He looked at Alexander's muscles, meeting his intense gaze, and felt a strange sense of submission wash over him. Without hesitation, he sat onto Alexander's thighs and started to kiss and lick his chest, moving lower towards his hard stomach.

As he licked at the six-pack, Alexander went back to talking on the phone in a foreign language.

"Flex, please" Victor asked, and Alexander obeyed, flexing his right arm so Victor could grope and lick at the hard muscles, especially the biceps.

Victor then kneeled between Alexander's legs and unzipped his pants, fishing out the hard and thick 8 Inches member. He traced the outline of the shaft with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and taking it deep into his mouth. Alexander let out a guttural moan while still on the phone, his free hand tangling in Victor's hair as he thrusted his hips forward.

Victor reveled in the power he felt in the moment, the power of sucking off a straight rich CEO that in his normal self would never even acknowledge his existence. He worked his mouth expertly, sucking and licking until he felt Alexander's climax approach, his body tensing and shuddering beneath Victor's expert mouth.

Finally, Alexander cried out in pleasure, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Victor's mouth with his seed. Victor swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of his friend's host on his tongue. As the intensity of the moment began to wane, he looked up at Alexander.

"You are such a good little slut," Alexander growled, his voice still heavy with arousal. He had ended the call when he started to orgasm.

Victor couldn't help but smile up at him. He had never expected to feel this way about one host, but there was something so thrilling about being called "a good little slut" by someone like Alexander.

"Now," Alexander continued, his voice taking on a commanding tone, "I want you to sit onto the bed and wait there. I have something special planned for you"

Victor was confused, but as if on cue, the door opened and Grus's middle eastern bodybuilder host stepped inside. Loking around the room Grus's host turned to Alexander. "You sent me a signal, brother?"

[14buddy22]

oh my goodness!! Aaron just stopped by, he had flowers for you? And a note! he wants to know how you’re doing? 🌻💌

I know you were just being nice bestie and I'm doing good! But here's a one shot just for you bestie!! 🫶🫶🫶

I have no idea how many words this is, nor is this edited.

Warnings: car accidents, school fights, bruises, bad days, letters, soft Aaron, worried Aaron, loving Aaron, Jack is the sweetest in this, proposals

It started off as a great day. Aaron and Jack spent the night at your apartment. You spent the night laughing away at the movie Jack had picked out while you cuddled with your two boys on your couch.

Towards the end of the movie, you heard soft snores coming from Jack and it was then that Aaron decided to scoop Jack up and put him in the guest room that had slowly become Jack's. You had bought Spiderman bedsheets as well as a Spiderman nightlight so the little boy would be comfortable at your home. You didn't want to make him feel unwelcome if his dad would be spending so much time over here.

You know Aaron's time with Jack was precious, so you never told Aaron you wanted him to come over alone. You loved when Jack was around, just as you thought Jack loved being around you.

You never let Jack feel excluded, if Jack wanted to sleep in the same bed as you and Aaron, you would ignore when Aaron would try to tell Jack that he couldn't and you would tell Jack that of course it was okay to sleep with you and his dad.

While your morning started out great, it was not ending so hot. It seemed liked as soon as Aaron kissed you goodbye and Jack hugged you, shit hit the fan.

You had spilled your coffee on your favorite shirt that you were wearing to work. Causing you not to be late, but just running behind a bit and you had a few things you had to do before class started.

When you got to work, the printer wasn't working, so that became chaos.

Then, two of your high schoolers got into a fight in the middle of class, which was not fun to break up, especially when the two were taller than you, and may have accidentally hit you in attempt to hit the other kid. You caught the tail end of the punch, but it still hurt, you were sure to have a mark, and you had picture day coming up.

Filing out to report was no biggie, but just extensive. Work that you didn't want to do.

To top everything off, a car rear-ended you on your way home. You wanted to scream. How could this day go so wrong when it started out so well?

You had been texting Aaron throughout the day, explaining to him how you were canceling dinner plans for today, just not in the mood to deal with anything else.

You also didn't want to be grumpy or seem annoyed with Jack in your presence. He didn't need that, he needed you at your best, not your worst.

You debated telling Aaron about the car accident, but you were in somewhat of a shock, and the car accident was straw that broke the camel's back. That's what pushed you over the edge. That's when you lost it and called him, just needing to hear his voice.

Just as you were sitting on the couch, eating your favorite ice cream out of the tub, watching a movie and crying, the last thing you expected was a knock on your door.

You debated getting up and and answering it. You didn't want anyone to see you like this. However, when you heard the persistent knock again, you decided to stand up and answer the door.

You were met with your two favorite boys. Aaron and Jack were holding flowers and takeout from your favorite restaurant.

"Hi gorgeous. I had told Jack about your bad day and he figured we needed to cheer you up. So he decided picking up dinner and flowers for you."

"These are for you! What do you think? I hope you love them?"

You began to cry at the sight of your two favorite boys. They were so sweet. You could never be angry with them. Jack was so cute holding out the flowers towards you.

"I love them! Thank you so much, Jackers! They're beautiful! Let's get them in some water and let's eat dinner together, yeah?"

Jack nodded and you gave him a hug, kissing the top of his head. Jack ran inside the apartment, going to look for a vase and Aaron took a step inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Honey, you didn't tell me the fight was that bad."

Aaron carefully brushed the bruise starting to form on your face and kissed you. He engulfed you with a hug and you couldn't help but melt right into him.

"I didn't want to tell you it was this bad because I knew you'd freak out. I didn't want you to bring Jack over if I couldn't be at my best."

"Jack knows you at your best. He'll love you even at your worst. Just like I love you at your worst."

You leaned into him even more as he placed a kiss to the top of your forehead. As you pulled away, you grabbed his hand, making your way into the kitchen and seeing Jack fill up the vase he had picked out with water for the flowers.

As you three ate dinner, listening to Jack speak about his day, you then decided to pick out a movie to watch together. Aaron was not throwing out any good movie ideas, so once again the decision would be left to you and Jack, which really meant Jack. As long as you got to cuddle with them and spend time with your two boys, you didn't care what you watched.

"Hey, I think I left my watch in the bedside drawer last night, do you mind going to get it for me?"

You looked at Aaron and then down at Jack. You ruffled Jack's hair and said, "Your daddy could be forgetful, don't you think?"

Jack laughed and said, "He sometimes forgets that I like Mac n cheese when I eat Dino nuggets."

You laughed at the little boy, knowing that when Jack ate his Dino nuggets, he always wanted Mac n cheese, yet Aaron knew that boxed Mac n cheese for dinner 2 nights a week wasn't always the best for Jack, which is why he sometimes "forgot" to make it for Jack.

You stood up, walking to your bedroom. You went to the side of the bed designated just for him, just as the nightstand next to it slowly became his over the course of your relationship.

You found a note addressed to you in Aaron's handwriting. You decided to sit on the bed and read it. Surely Aaron would have wanted you to, right?

To the love of my life,

You are the greatest thing to happen to me. Losing Haley was hard. We've talked about that multiple times and you know my biggest fear when getting into this relationship was that something would happen to you. But we talked through it, you told me you'd be okay if we began to date. We've been together for a little over a year and I know I want the rest of my life to be with you. Jack loves you. He's mentioned a couple times how you're his best friend. I couldn't ask for anyone better to love my son as much as I do. You never treat him any different because he's not biologically yours and it makes me love you even more than I ever thought possible. I love you. You are the best thing that's happened to my son and I. You're the sunshine on my darkest days and I promise that I'll be your sunshine on your darkest days. Thank you for loving Jack and I at our best and worst. Thank you for listening and loving my son. Thank you for welcoming him into our relationship, we're a package deal. I knew you were the one when you decorated your guest bedroom into a Spiderman themed room for him. Thank you for loving us, I want to love you for the rest of my life.

Love, Aaron

You had tears in your eyes. How the hell did he write this letter and leave it before you had the worst day of your life in a while. When you met Aaron, you weren't looking for love. You slowly fell in love with the man who was a single father, in which that scared you at first. Too afraid you wouldn't be good enough for the little boy who loved his father deeply, that's why you tried to hard at first to get Jack to love you. But turns out, he didn't need much convincing, he loved you from the first time he met you.

When you walked back, letter in hand, you saw Aaron and Jack standing next to each other, both of them with a huge grin on their face.

"What do you boys have planned?"

Aaron took your hand in his and he said, "I love you. Jack loves you."

You heard a quiet, "I do!"

When you smiled at Jack, you looked back at Aaron. He continued. "I wrote that letter a while ago, it's been sitting in the drawer for quite some time. But, after the day you had, I promised in that letter that I'd be your sunshine on your darkest days. You had a really bad day today."

Aaron dug his hand into his pocket and knelt to the ground. Jack began to smile even bigger than you ever had before. You immediately gasped, not believing this was actually happening.

"Let me be the sunshine on your darkest day today. I know this isn't the proposal every little girl dreams of, but, what better way to propose to you so you don't have to remember this as the worst day that's happened to you. You'll have this associated with a good day. So, please, let us be the sunshine on your darkest day. Will you marry me?"

Jack said, "And you can become a Hotchner like me and Daddy?"

"Yes! Yes, I'd love to marry you."

You leaned down to kiss Aaron as he pushed the ring onto your ring finger. Jack immediately wrapped his little arms around said, "We did it, daddy! She said yes!"

As Aaron stood up, kissing you once more, he lifted Jack into his arms, Jack linking one arm around Aaron's neck and another arm around yours. You place your hand on Aaron's cheek and said, "Thank you boys for being the sunshine on my darkest days. I'll promise I'll always be the sunshine on yours."

[piplicious]

Dip Week Day 3!!!

Hello I wrote a little something based on a conversation I had with @/pipcorn. But I have like no experience as a writer!!! So you have to be nice to me. + theres a drawing inside :3

Word count: 1366 words

Ship: Damien x Pip

Warnings: none whatsoever

Summary: it's Damien's Birthday and everything is on fire.

"By the power of all unholy and evil I command --all the mortals come to my birthday party!!!"

Despite the very clear and easy to understand demand of his highness son of Satan, no one was there. Creatures of darkness were present, of course, but that was about it. The little black demon beings were all sat at a special table, reserved specifically for them, with all the appropriate evil meals served and ready. But what about Damien's other friends (or so he'd like to think of them)? Did he not manage to make everyone in class like him by being a little asshole?

Unfortunately, Hell was going through a bit of a financial crisis, and some unplanned budget cuts had to be made. Instead of a big fancy banquet Damien had to make do with a regular size birthday party. Well, it was a bit below regular, you can't underestimate the impact inflation and excessive risk taking by systemically important financial institutions have on otherworldly dimentions. Obviously.

As a result, materialistic humans didn't really feel like attending such an underwhelming event.

"AAARGH"

The AAARGH didn't help. So strange! At least one boy should've come. One very specific little lad! And a very important one, too, but shush about that.

And yet no one was there. The party had started whole 5 minutes ago after all! Could it be… that maybe the invintations got lost? Well, no, because then Pip surely would've come. Damien made sure to personally disturb the signal in the 500 meters radius area by shooting his rubber duck-like voice all the way to Pip over the phone exactly 5 times. One time -- a month before the birthday, so that the blond has enough time to prepare the presents. Then a week before the celebration -- enough time for Pip to make sure to cancel all the plans for the special day. Then one day before the birthday - in the morning and in the evening. And don't forget the mandatory 5 AM call.

And so, utterly dissapointed, the grumpy lump of rage continued pouting even harder than usual. I'd like to say that his hope for humanity was completely gone by that time (6 minutes past the official beginning of the party), but let's be honest, it's South Park, why would it ever be there in the first place.

"Happy Birthday, son. Today is a beautiful day and you're only 9 years away from the day I tell you the truth about how you were made."

"Dad. WHE--??"

"I know, I know what you want to say, I see that half of the room is on fire already. But first I have a very important gift for you."

"DAAAAAA--"

…!

And there, a sudden strike of silence hit the room. Damien's instincts freezed and crashed! The "gift" that loomed out of the hallway made him unsure whether to hiss or wag his tail. Or both?

"G-good morning, Damien! I'm here to wish you a very happy birthday and hopefully entertain you for the duration of my stay here…! Hope you didn't… miss me?"

The little british boy that just came in already managed to pick up that something about Damien's reaction was off, as the later made incomprehensible noises and it was hard to read what exactly he was feeling at the moment. It would seem illogical, as Pip was the exact person lacking at the event, and yet the way he appeared rubbed the demon in a wrong way.

"Are you… mad at me? Ohh… I see… No one has come to your party? No worries!!! I understand how you feel, sogga, no one attends my celebratio--"

"Why are you wearing that!!!"

"Oh it's a clown outfit, your father asked me to--"

"DAD?????"

And so Satan had to step into the conversation between the fourthgraders. What an interesting sentence out of context!

"You see, due to the financial situation we couldn't afford a professional entertainer, and dead soul tortures are already reserved for when you get good grades, so I figured getting your buddy to pretend to be a clown for your birthday would be good enough."

"I DON'T WANT HIM TO BE A CLOWN!"

"But why?"

Giving absolutely no answer, the hissy boy left the room and it almost seemed like he had a little tear in his eye. And so, Pip, Satan, and a hoard of unholy creatures whatever they are, were left astounded in a room with more fire in it than food or tables.

What a confusing situation! But of course giving up would mean missing the chance to save your lo-- your friend's important day, right? That's not a very caring behavior. Pip would not want to leave Damien behind, no. It takes some thick gloves and a lot of bravery to deal with wild kittens like that. And a heart big enough to give them all the space they need to not feel intimidated anymore.

"There, there."

Pip sat near the curled up demon, petting his back and waiting for him to cool down and relax his eyebrows at least a bit. And boy did he take his sweet time cooling down, this is not your average tray of freshly baked brownies.

"I-I don't want to rush you or anything, but could I perhaps get a hint about why you're mad at me?"

Nope. Not happening.

"It appears I have to try guessing myself… Do you want me to leave?"

Damien shook his head. Somehow everything became even more confusing.

"Are you… afraid of clowns?"

Not that either.

"I don't know what else it could be then…"

"…I wanted you to come because you want to. Not because you have to."

The boy who for some reason had to remind Pip about his birthday 5 times looked away in embarassment. Could it be that there was actually some kind of thought process happening behind those eyes? It seemed that this time his friends' intentions actually mattered to him and it wasn't just about seeming cool in front of the elite of the class. Pip was nice sincerely and it made a big difference! If he came willingly it would be clear what he came for. Damien's smile or something gay like that.

"…How much did he pay you?"

"For what?"

"For you to come."

"Oh good golly i'm going to get paid?"

The utter confusion in blonde's eyes eventually cleared up all the doubts in Damien's mind.

"No."

"Oh alrighties."

"I think I understand. Only a brit would willingly attend a party where the only food being served is unholy goop and satanic porridge."

"It's not that, Damien, I just--"

Pip started fidgeting awkwardly with the fabric of his clothes like a shy anime girl. Unusual, since most of the time when he liked someone it was extremely visible to everyone around. Well, it was, it very much was visible this time either but somehow not to Damien.

"You see, back when I was born as a little baby in a small town of--"

"Shorter."

"I have feelings for you."

"Oh. Wait what. Wait. That's gay."

"Indeed it is, Damien. I understand if you want me to leave even harder than before now, I--"

Instead of jokingly utilizing the diverse pallete of homophobic slurs in English language the demon boy's eyes immediately brightened up. He didn't exactly know why yet, but it actually… cheered him up? His buddy was actually more than just a buddy! They could spend so much time together like those two yaois from their class! Now the hard part is actually somehow returning feelings and admitting the same thing. Oh Go-- Oh man it sure is more embarassing than he thought… But it must be oh so worth it!!!

The poor British thing just sat there waiting for any even remotely coherent answer. His anxiety was only soothed by the fact that the fire in the house began slowly extinguishing, which probably meant that Damien wasn't angry with him. Fortunately he didn't need to wait too long.

"You're my boyfriend now."

"Okay."

There. The hardest part is now behind, time to jump straight to the part that has handholding and fun dates in it.

***

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy<3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.

[werezmastarbucks]

tell her dad i'm sorry

masterlist

word count: 2169

author's note: this work scratches my brain just the right way. i had to do it.

The neighborhood where people disappeared. Where cars crashed and people screamed in basements. On the outside it looked very banal, painful, even. The houses all adhered to a city standard of decorative building rulebook. The Parker house was white, the house next to them, where a lawyer lived with her husband, was light blue. White, blue and cream beige were the allowed colors. Sam took his bike to school every day. School wasn’t far away, it took him fourteen minutes to get there if the light was green at the turn of the street and then on the crossroad. School was fine, it could not cope with him, but it was fine. People had red lockers, and Sam didn’t like that. Otherwise it was alright. Some kids tried bullying him when he went to the middle school, and he slashed their arms with his paper knife. Sam could not fathom how attacking him was okay, but him reciprocating the invitation to a fight ended up in screaming. Dad told him after this that he was disappointed. Sometimes Sam wished their parents just magically disappeared, and now they had, and he finally saw the error in his desire. He could not stand uncertainty. He needed to know where they are and the timing of their return. Without this data, his peace was constantly shifted and wobbly, like Kai’s skateboard when he rolled down the hill at the golden hour. Tyler told them that when the board starts wobbling, you just gotta ride through it. You have to push through the fear of falling and keep your balance. He was trying to do the same. The world wobbled like water matrass and Sam was trying to push through long enough to get his clarity.

He submitted his thorough report on the vampire op in Philippines. In was a fascinating read and a very fun project to work on. The day at school went well, like the most days. Sam wore his noise cancelling headphones to shun at least 65% of the noise surrounding him. Teenagers are very loud, but, surprisingly, his home is louder.

As he biked back, the sky looked a little dim and unhappy, and he feared in might rain. Would be a shame if the bad weather snapped the record of brilliant days so far.

He had to stay after classes because he wanted to study some other US military operations at the library. They had a PC he could work on, and the library was the quietest place. It was more comfortable to work there than at home. But the evening came, and he had to get going. So, he was biking, and the sky was gloomy, and he couldn’t see the brilliant deep blue of a May evening, but instead, the street lights went on earlier. It almost fell like August for some reason. The air was comfortably warm, and the asphalt was flat and smooth under his wheels. That was the only sound he enjoyed: the shhhh of the road when he rode anywhere. The words: road and rode, together.

He saw their house from the end of the street and let the bike roll by itself. The road here was just slightly tilted, so it must be so satisfying for Tyler to roll down on his board. The evening was comfortable. While he rode, the skies cleared a little, and faint light from above was making the street look like school theatre scenery. The trees were surely made of papier-mâché, and if he fell on the ground, he would taste the wood and not the bitter gravel.

He left the bicycle on the porch at the dedicated spot, as usual, and entered the house. The light was on in the living room, and Tyler sat on the couch, with Ruby Summers on the floor, sitting at his feet, happy. Her eyes were always like that when she looked at his brother: a little moist, and she squinted them. Sam guessed it was called eye smile. There was a hair tie on her wrist instead of a bracelet. Tyler had one like this, too, but a tattoo. Sam scratched his own old scar and greeted them.

“How was your project?” Tyler asked. Ruby did look like Anne-J. Tyler was lying, either to them, or to himself.

“Got a good mark, but I feel like they didn’t listen to me properly. Maybe I can read it again later, when we have student-teacher switch day”.

“What was your report about?” Ruby asked. Sam went into the bathroom first, and washed his hands, and then returned. He noticed that he forgot his backpack on the stool at the table, but he had already washed his hands. So, he tried to lift it up with his pinky finger. Ruby seemingly let go of her question.

They were playing cards. Tyler was sitting on his leg, and Ruby stretched her neck to see what he laid down in front of her.

“Where’s Kai?” he asked.

“He is in the back, fixing the shed. The door fell off”, Tyler said.

He went upstairs, thinking whether he should do his homework, which was very easy and boring, or play on his computer. It’s been a week after the accident. All was quiet. Not even police visited. It felt like people had very short memory. No one came for them with bats and handcuffs, and, best of all, Tyler stopped having migraines at all. He was still very unhappy though.

Sam put his backpack away and pulled a wet paper towel from the box on his desk, to rub his hands again, after he touched the outside object. As he was sitting himself down at the desk, he suddenly remembered that Ruby had asked him a question.

His life was hard. Thousands of tiny pieces of information and chores constantly assaulted him from all directions. And he only ran around, trying to catch them all and organize, only for them to get shattered again.

As he was coming downstairs, proud at the prospect of telling her everything about the vampire op, he heard a yelp. Sam entered the living room only to see Ruby scrambling from the floor, and Tyler standing above her. No, not Tyler. The blurryface was there again. Whatever she said to him, it provoked it. Ruby started screaming as the blurryface, operating Tyler’s body, bowed towards her, clutching her shoulders.

“What should I do?” Sam asked. “This is honestly the last drop”.

All his anxiety sprung back to life. Seeing this screaming girl wiggling on the carpet. She was yelling so loudly that neighbors could hear, and then they would have trouble. He couldn’t even hear his own words, that’s how loud she was.

Finally, Ruby kicked Tyler in the sheen, and he stepped back, so unbothered, unalive, that he resembled a ghost. She immediately stood up and turned around, her eyes huge like two strawberries. Her fair hair disheveled. She saw Sam with a knife in his hand, and the expression of hope on her face changed back to horror. A door slammed somewhere in the back: Kai heard her. Ruby raced back towards the entrance and swung it open, and ran.

The blurryface stood there, like a machine that suddenly went blind without a guiding focus. His presence was unnerving. The blur that was in the place of the face was constantly moving, and the sudden flashes inside made Tyler’s arms shake. Samson ran out of the house, blind with fear, and jumped on his bike. She was running down the street, screaming for her mom. Sam rode out into the road and started killing the distance between them. She was running, her pink Converse shoes unlaced, her glimmering hair swinging from side to side. Sam tilted forwards as he reached her, and spun the pedals once again, making a sharp jump. The front wheel and the handlebar pushed Ruby in the back. There was a responsive yell not far away: her mother heard her. Sam got off his bike and took her by the arm.

“You can’t be released, now the cat’s out of the bag”.

He swung his hand and stabbed her.

Kai was about to leave the house but he saw the state Tyler was in and stopped. The screaming stopped, as well. He approached the thing slowly, curiosity bubbling inside of him.

“You again? Swallowed anybody?”

“summer.”

“Yeah, her. What do I gotta do to make you talk?”

The blurryface turned towards him and hummed. It was a hum of the time moving. Of the mountain growing.

“I can rewrite the reality. You’re too mortal”, the hollow voice said. At least it articulated. Kai stepped on the cards spread out on the carpet.

“You don’t know the first thing about me, buddy”.

The blurryface touched him.

“Still. Too mortal”.

Kai frowned. Anger was loud in his ears. He lifted his finger at the chthonic monster possessing his brother’s body.

“Stay here. I gotta clean up after you two again”.

The blurryface remained standing there like he was loading when the eldest raced out of the living room.

He saw Ruby’s mom, the bitch Summers, from afar. She was trying to beat the crap out of Sam, and screaming hysterically. This was getting out of hand. The neighbors were now outside, and the light went on in several windows. Kai sniffed through his nose, and all the streetlights exploded, and the street went dead dark, and the crushed glass rained down on her head, making her yell even louder. Kai jumped towards them and pulled the knife out of Sam’s hand. Without aiming, he struck, and managed to get her right under the chin. Warm blood dripped down his knuckles. He nearly stumbled upon Ruby’s body. What a shame, he was hoping to nail her before Tyler eventually fucks everything up. She was nothing like Anne-J, she was more joyful. She had something cathartic going on. Now she was dead.

Samson was spitting out blood, or something else, he had no idea.

“How did you make it so dark?” he asked.

“I am very pissed, Samson”, Kai warned him. “Take your bike and go home”.

“Do you need help with the bodies though?”

He looked around. It was dark. Only the faint light of night, and some uneven glow of the windows. They didn’t have time to see anything, and now all suddenly got the urge to go inside and turn on their TVs.

“Well, if you can do it quietly”.

“It’s not like I was screaming”.

“You were, you just didn’t notice”.

Sam grabbed his own head.

“Oh no! Am I going crazy?”

Kai let go of Mrs Summers’ legs for a second.

“You’re already crazy, you know that? None of us is sane”.

“I just have ASPD, this doesn’t mean I am not in my right mind”.

“Sammy, you have blackouts".

Sam bit his lip. The realization, like a bloodstain slowly becoming even on a white shirt, crept into his clever but electronic-like mind. He gazed at the knife, calculating. Blackouts. Just like now.

"Where are our parents, Kai?"

"In the freezer in the basement".

He groaned a little, and then stood straight, looking at the two Summers, also calculating, but in other matters. Calculating the mass of a dead girl and her mother. Calculating the weight of death. In spite of all physical logic, dead bodies always seemed heavier to him.

“Oh, that’s why there is so much soda now! But why would I kill mom and dad?”

Kai was already puffing a little. He looked at his youngest in disbelief.

“You gonna stand here and yap or what?”

“I need answers, Kai”.

They listened to the street for a little bit.

“They knew I was the one killing annoying people around. They wanted to rat me out. You had such a fit of rage that you blacked out after. Why do you two keep fainting?”

Finally Sam grabbed Ruby and lifted her body.

“Ah, she’s a little heavy”.

“Hold on, I’ll help”.

Tyler ran out into the street, feeling the sweat rolling down his face. The blurry went away again, after it whispered into his ear canal the things he could not articulate with his mouth. But things he understood and remembered. He stopped abruptly upon seeing his brothers fidget with the Summers.

“Which one of you did it?” he asked, out of breath. The black was sliding down his neck. He felt everything very clearly, as fresh as a newborn. Including anger.

“It was team work”.

“Technically, it was more of a chain of events…”

“Cluster. Come help, Tyler. Why is she so heavy? Christ, she weighs, like, a ton. Or I am just exhausted after the spell…”

These things were now moving in front of Tyler’s face like movie scenes. The quiet street pretending to ignore two grizzly murders in one minute. Kai speaking out loud about the fact the he does insidious, silent magic. Sam’s face covered in blood. Blurryface told him that this was just the beginning. That none of this was real. That either all of them, or only one, on fact, was real. He looked at his brothers, both of whom he nearly despised, but got used to. Their irks, their habits, their murders. Only one of them three was real. And he got to decide

which

one

he wanted to be.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Nothing but a bedsheet - Parker Caine x M!Reader

You shouldn't be doing this.

Ever since your sister's found out Parker Caine was half demon they told you to stay away from him.

But you were so in love with him, you couldn't stay away no matter how hard you tried.

So here you were, making out with Parker as you stumbled through your bedroom, both of your shirts gone as you clumsily removed your pants.

"You sure no one will come home?" He asks despite the major erection going on in his boxers.

"Maggie has class until five, Mel has some teacher conference thing all afternoon and Macy said something about needing to be at the lab all day," you assured him, desperately grabbing his neck to bring him back in to kiss you.

"God I missed you Y/N, two weeks is too long without seeing you," he says pushing you back to sit down on your bed.

"Well with your dad trying to kill my sisters and all, it's a little hard to get them to trust you right now," you tell him.

He pauses, looking at you with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"But you trust me right?" He says.

"I trust you with all of my heart," you firmly reply, grabbing his waist and pulling him forward so he's standing between your legs, kissing him with all the passion and love you have.

He finishes taking his clothes off, getting into bed with you and settling on his knees so he can raise your hips up to rub your hard cocks together.

"Fuck Parker," you grunt.

He strokes himself a few times before guiding the tip of his cock inside you.

You moan and throw your head back against the pillows as he starts shallowly thrusting his hips allowing more of him to enter you.

Your cock swings around, slapping him in the stomach while he fucks you.

Parker has a look of pure bliss on his face, picking up his speed.

"Y/N you home? My class got cancelled," The voice of your twin says, breaking you two out of your trance as she opens your bedroom door, "oh my god!"

Parker tumbles off of you and you both grab anything you can to cover yourselves.

"I can't believe this Y/N! I'm calling Mel and Macy," Maggie shouts leaving your room with her hand over her eyes.

You wrap a sheet around your waist and chase her down the hall.

"Mags please, can we just talk about this," you beg.

"What is there to talk about? You told us you would end things with Parker and I come home to find you in bed with him?" She yells.

"Parker isn't his dad or his brother, he wants nothing to do with the demon world," you state, "and he is half human remember."

"And how do you know he's not just saying what he knows you want to hear to get to us?" She says.

"Because I love him," you say.

"You love me?" Parker asks stepping out from your bedroom with his clothes back on.

"Yeah I do," you nod.

"I love you too Y/N," he smiles, "and Maggie I swear I would never do anything to hurt him or any of you."

Maggie stands there for a moment, "Alright fine, I just want you to be happy Y/N. I will talk to Mel and Macy but you," she says pointing at Parker, "have to earn our trust."

"Thank you so much Maggie," you say going in to hug her but she pushes you away.

"Gross no, you're naked and were just having sex," she scoffs.

"Oh right," you say remembering you were currently wearing nothing but a bedsheet, "so uh… could Parker and I get back to it?"

"Ugh, I'm going to the library," Maggie huffs, "but you owe me next time I decide to have a boy over."

"Deal," you say, turning to grin at Parker and dragging him back to your bedroom.

Maggie didn't even make it down the stairs before she heard the sounds of your moans coming from your room.

"I wonder if there's a spell to make me forget this entire thing," she mutters to herself.

[maochira]

Hello Mao! This is my first time asking you... but I really like your Dad! and Older Brother! Ego fics...

Can I ask for Dad! or Older Brother!Ego reaction when they found out his child/sibling is getting bullied?

Idk if you've written anything similar like this one... I'm not forcing you, you can just ignore this ask.

Anyway, I really like your stories, keep up the good work!

Thank you very much!! Also because of my Ego obsession, you're getting both dad!Ego and older brother!Ego because HICACOHOVSHCOHHSPHC he scratches the silly itch in my brain

Requests open! - writing event - masterlist

Dad!Ego would ask you to sit down with him so you can tell him what exactly happened. He wants to know everything your bullies have said and done to you. He'd also be concerned about why you didn't approach him right when the bullying started. He listens to everything you tell him and even takes notes every now and then. At the next chance, Ego calls your teacher for a parent-teacher conversation because he wants to address the issues and why the teachers either don't notice or don't do anything about it. And if the bullying still doesn't stop, he'll make you switch to another school so you can get a fresh start without any bullying.

teenager!older brother!Ego and younger sibling!reader who's a few years younger

Older brother!Ego, on the other hand, doesn't have as much power as a parent has. But of course, he would also be concerned about why you didn't tell him about it earlier. He would actually be a bit disappointed as well. But he'd be disappointed in himself because it would make him think he's given you any signs that made you feel like he wouldn't care enough. He knows he can't talk to your teacher about it, so instead he comes to your school on a day when his afternoon classes are cancelled, so he can face your bullies and talk some sense into them. Ego knows how to be threatening with his words, so he manages to scare your bullies enough to leave you alone.

[what-if-i-just-did]

So, the subject of 9/11 has been coming up in my life lately for some reason, and like everything I think about, it quickly got infused with my spn obsession.

Now I'm not American, and I wasn't even alive at the time, but Sam and Dean are and were. And it's the type of thing, where you remember exactly what you were doing when it happened, right? So, what where Sam and Dean doing?

It's 2001. This is the year that Sammy left for Stanford. Not only is it the year Sammy left for Stanford, but it's very, very soon after. The school year starts late august or early september. The Twin Towers crashed on the eleventh of september, so... not exactly early september, but not quite mid, either. Let's say Sammy's been gone about two/three weeks. Now, I figure John kept Dean around for one more case before he sent him away- couldn't look at him, only saw Mary, probably blamed the boy for Sammy leaving. Dean's walking around with this pit in his stomach, thinking he wasn't good enough to keep his family together and some mild panic about not being able to take care of Sam and some exsistential dread about who is he if he's not taking care of Sam. He's probably flirting too hard with all the girls in his cases, choosing the whiskey over the beer just a little too many times. Fingers hovering over the call button at any given time. This is the general state of Dean during this time.

Sam? He's just gotten out of the life. He's just promised himself he's never gonna hunt again, he misses his brother but he's more angry at him, for now. He hasn't made any friends yet, and it's starting to get to that time where his body feels he's been in one place for so long now that his dad is gonna come pick him up soon. He's antsy, but again, angry. Stubborn, smart. It's gonna take a long time for him to feel normal while staying in one place for more than three months at most. He's barely started adjusting to civillian life.

Now John. There's a journal entry for september eleventh. It says he suspects Supernatural interference with this, and he's been on the phone with other hunters all day. He's gonna head down to New York to take a look at things, and he's meeting up with people over there. No reference to Dean or Sam at all, nothing about being worried. The most emotional thing in the entry is the first sentence, "Shaken." .Honestly, it's more than I expected from him. The man has worse emotional regulation than Dean does, and that's saying something. He's still dealing with shoving down whatever form of hate or regret or pride come bubbling up when he thinks about Sam taking off, so he's not thinking about it.

I think he called Dean. I think it was a short conversation, full of "Yes, sir."'s from Dean's side and orders that looked like questions from John's. He says he called to get Dean's opinion of the Supernatural element of the crash, but Dean'll only say what John wants him to and somewhere, he knows it. He does not realise the reason he called Dean is to make sure Dean's alright, and he tries to distract himself from thoughts of Sam by keeping busy.

It's random Tuesday, and Sam probably signed up for some 8 o'clock class, so that would be what he was doing when the planes crashed. Of course, soon, the news got out, and classes got cancelled. Sam's head becomes chaotic, because of course this happens during his first few weeks, that's just his luck, and he's worried, about his dad but mostly about Dean. He calls Bobby, who's fine and tells him his dad's fine too, and Sam thanks him and hangs up, because he doesn't wanna waste the man's time. He and a bunch of other students are huddled around a tv, terrified. Ten AM, the first Tower collapses, and he has no idea what to do. He wants to help, but... what can he do? He wants to call Dean. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what's going to happen. He's terrified. He spends the majority of the Eleventh huddled around that tv, with a bunch of other students he doesn't know as well as he could. It takes one, maybe two days for Sam to decide to get to New York, probably with some other students, so he can help. It's only about two hours away, and the impromptu medical skills he's gotten from patching up his dad and brother may not have helpedn anyone, but he can damn well help clean up.

Dean wakes up between five and six AM, has a beer, cleans his guns. He knows what's happening fairly early for someone who isn't in New York, because he checks the news, wether he's looking for a case or out of boredom or out of habit, and he kinda panics. He thinks, I don't know where dad is and I don't know if Sammy's safe I can't protect him and shit are we under attack what's gonna happen next and he kinda panicks. If he's already on a case, he kinda forgets about it. He stays in his motel room all day, following the news and thinking up worst case scenarios. His dad calls him, shortly, and he manages not to sound scared. His dad suspects demons did this or something, but he doesn't really care. At least he knows his dad's safe, and if he's feeling something about the fact that dad didn't ask him where he was or if he's okay, then he shoves it down and pretends it's not there. Eventually his worry wins out over whatever was stopping him from calling Sam, and he has to cough when Sam picks up because otherwise he might do something else. He can tell by Sammy's tone of voice that Sam's scared, and doesn't once bitch about Dean calling him. Just says he's safe and worried and still at Stanford, and that's good enough for Dean. Dean subcounsiously avoids New York and area for the next year or so, worried about something or other. No one he knows is dead, he should be happy.

Okay, wow. That got longer than I expected it to.

[shi-daisy]

Misery Business

Day 7 for best boy, this week flew by but let's keep giving Tam love! For the final day I chose to make a songfic and drag everyone back t9 their emo era (not mine, I'm still on it!) And also Elain dunking cuz rereading has made me super salty, apologies to the cross shippers. So enjoy modern-college- band AU with Tamcien and Paramore. Hope you like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024- Day 7: Free Day (Songfic)

Misery Business

I'm in the business of misery

Let's take it from the top

She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock

It's a matter of time before we all run out

When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth

They were all standing in the middle of the campus with their mouths agape. Daphne had dropped her books, Azalea's tan skin was pale and Tamlin knew he hadn't fainted because Tamarand held him in place despite his shock.

Lucien and Elain were kissing. Not a French kiss but not a chaste one either. Both he and the triplets were nauseous and rushed off before they could be seen.

"I'm calling Dore to pick Tam up!"

"I have agricultural science after this, Lea! I can't skip-" He tried to protest but his younger sister stopped him.

"Tell me you can sit beside Elain without throwing up and I'll let you stay!" His sister said.

Tamlin wouldn't argue with that. Tamarand and Azalea stayed in college while Daphne who was done with class left with him and Dorevan.

The eldest sibling made a detour for chicken wings and ice cream. "Mom and Dad are coming back today business trip in the meantime Mama Ophelia and Mama Asteria will keep us company." He said.

"Mama will help with the broken heart. She's good with words."

Tamlin knew that to be true. Their head housekeeper and her wife had become family to the Evergreens before he was even born, so when they chose to start a family his father had been more than willing to help them, getting him and his brothers triplet half siblings he loved more than anything and two more parents he desperatly wanted to see.

Asteria had the living room ready with cushions and greeted him with a hug. "It's okay, sweetie. It'll be okay."

"Its my fault Mama. I never told him! I can't be mad about this!"

"Darling if there's anything I know well is that things have a way of working themselves out. If this isn't meant for Lucien then in time you'll get the redhead back, and will be able to confess."

He decided to trust Asteria's council.

I waited eight long months

She finally set him free

I told him I couldn't lie he was the only one for me

Two weeks we caught on fire

She's got it out for me

But I wear the biggest smile

In the coming months he was supotive of his best friend turned crush, while he cried on his siblings shoulders. Tamarand and Dorevan left for military service and Azalea soon started residency in another town, which left Daphne and Andras to cheer him up along with the rest of the band.

During practice Ophelia had nearly drowned them in snacks. Nemesis took his place at the drums while Daphne picked up the bass and Andras the keyboard. Only Feyre and Lucien were left.

He was surprised to see his mother also coming down to the basement with them. Bringing tissues and blankets left on their grey sofa.

Feyre was letting Lucien cry on her shoulder and it looked like she'd been in a fight.

"What the fuck happened?" Andras asked.

"Lulu got dumped and I threw hands with my sister." Feyre said with a grin as if her eye wasn't bruised and he didn't catch a long hair stuck in between her nails.

Band practice was canceled and they all focused on comforting Lucien. Rosabella and Ophelia made sure they were cozy and even barred Oisin himself for making a single comment. Tamlin tried not laugh at his father's defeated look and acceptance of the 'pity party' now taking place in the basement.

"Ugh, well that was a waste of eight months and for The Syphons guitarist?! That band has as much charisma as wet paper towel!" Andras ranted as he took a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream and then passed the pint to Feyre.

"Ugh I know! I can't believe their front man is a creep! Man should be in jail, I knew that martini was spiked just from smelling it!" She said. "Like dude, I am not into men and if I was it wouldn't be your manipulative, self centered, entitled ass!"

"Is that why Ness dumped their bass player?" Daphne asked as she took the ice cream.

"Nah, she said the man always prioritized Rhysand over her. Maybe they should get together and leave everyone else alone!"

The group laughed but Tamlin was only half listening to the conversation, his focus was on Lucien. Nemesis had all but fed him his ice cream and soda and tucked him in letting him lean on Tamlin's shoulder.

He was relieved but also so very sad, because despite his dislike for Elain or his wish to have Lucien by his side, Tamlin wanted to see Lucien happy. His tears all felt like a burn.

Two hours later, the others were leaving. Asteria offered to let Lucien spend the night and winked at him as she left.

They stayed still on the basement sofa for a bit. Eventually Lucien spoke.

"How come I can stay with you but Andras can't stay over with Daphne?"

"Because neither of us can get pregnant."

For the first time that night he heard Lucien laugh, and that was all the push needed to not let him be stolen away again.

"Luce. I know it might not be the best time now but I have something important to tell you."

"Oh sure. I always love hearing from you! What is it?"

Tamlin took a breath. "I love you. I been in love with you since we were young. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship but...I don't want to ever see you slip away again, without saying anything.

You're the only one for me and I love you, but I'll respect any decision you make."

Lucien was surprised for a moment but then he smiled and planted a soft kiss upon his lips. "I never thought I'd hear this from you but it makes me very happy.

The truth is I've realized my feelings for you also go beyond frienship. Elain's been dead set on having me focus on college and the future and despite it being slightly overbearing I obliged. But when she suggested I drop off the band and cut you off as a friend I vehemently refused and nearly broke things off myself. She did it for me and well...even if it was time wasted it still hurt, but not as much as it would hurt if I lost you.

It'll be a while until I'm over it, but it'd like to be with you if you'll have me."

"Always."

The next two weeks were full of dates, band practice, and of course lustful fire. His sweet Lucien was all but glued to him except for classes and while they prepared for auditons he also made time for cuddles and less innocent moments between them. Tamlin couldn't be happier, his grades were even improving.

'Ciaran's gonna think I stole his weed stash while he's wedding planning.' He thought as he put everything away in his lab locker. He hadn't noticed Elain standing beside him, glaring ar him.

Tamlin didn't mind, rather her smiled at her sweetly. "Hello Elain."

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But, God, does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause, God, it just feels so

It just feels so good

"We need to talk about Lucien."

"What about him?"

"You're derailing him!"

"Pardon?"

"Lucien is studying to run his father's business, your constant band practice is derailing him from that!"

He laughed. Tamlin knew Lucien's history and intentions better than the woman before him. He'd heard it from his beloved himself. 'Mother and Beron were force to wed and after they had Nemesis and Eris to get their families off their backs they amicably divorced and wedded who they actually loved, I'm the result of Mama's second marriage.'

Lucien wasn't in need to inherit anything, he was the youngest of the Spellcleaver children and unlike Beron's one track mind and high expectations Helion was a relaxed father and worker. The redhead could do as he pleased and only studied for the sake of a degree. His true goals were the band, just like him, just like the others. Funny how Elain didn't know that.

"You really just wasted his time, huh."

"What?"

"If you knew Lucien like I do, you'd know he's a musician first and businessman second. I have no doubts he could excel there if he wanted to, but Luce told me himself his goal was to play, not to do paperwork.

The only reason you're telling me this is because auditions are next month and you want us to fail against your boyfriend's precious band. Don't you?"

"That is not true! I'm saying this because I care about Lucien and you're dragging him down!"

"Please, you didn't even bother to know him. You just wanted to change him into what your perfect man. But Lucien isn't stupid, and he's certainly not one to chase unhappiness.

You're just livid he's moved on quickly and didn't entertain your bullshit. It's not often a man tells you no, is it flower girl?"

"How dare you?!"

"I'm his partner sweetie, I dare defend him because that's my duty. A duty you never upheld when having said title. Let me tell you, you missed out. There's no better man than him and there's no better revenge that having him live well without you.

So keep on yelling at the void. None of us will listen, much less Luce. We're too busy being happy and getting ready to get signed."

With that he left the lab, putting away his lab coat and letting the hickeys Lucien made be seen without the protective clothes. He knew she glared at him even when his back was turned and he left.

Tamlin Evergreen wasn't one to gloat but he enjoyed this more than he should.

I watched his wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving you

Just watch my wildest dreams come true

Not one of them involving-

It was a perfect night. No other performance of theirs had been this good, and despite big brown eyes being present in the audience Lucien's gaze only went to his family, their managers Vassa and Jurien, and the talent agent who'd sign them if they won this. However when it came to love songs, Lucien only looked at him. Tamlin reciprocated.

By the end of the night they all wrote their names on a recording contract. Both Lucien and Vassa bounced so much he thought they'd break the floor. Jurian spun Feyre around in a hug and Nemesis was squishing him, Andras, and Daphne into a group cuddle. Once the papers were signed and everything was settled he ran into his beloved's arms. "We did it! I'm so happy!"

"Me too sunshine, me too." Tamlin said.

Whoa, I never meant to brag

But I got him where I want him now

Whoa, it was never my intention to brag

To steal it all away from you now

But, God, does it feel so good

'Cause I got him where I want him now

And if you could then you know you would

'Cause, God, it just feels so

It just feels so good

"Why are the Syphon's still on the waiting area? They got a contract too?" Lucien asked as he and Tamlin walked out of the office and into the hall.

Their rival band was still waiting, an exasperated Cassian slumped onto a sofa while Amren made calls and Azriel and Elain looked tired as hell.

"Nope. Rhysand contested their lost and got into a fistfight with the agent. The others are probably waiting to get a bail for batsy frontman."

Nemesis chuckled. "I know they say to act like rockstars but this is a bit too much. I'll go get the van, wait here. Feyre text Lena before she goes overboard with the celebration party."

"Gotcha! I'll make sure she doesn't go overboard."

"Let her. Tonight's for celebration!" Daphne said while she jumped.

"Hey! Not too much celebration! You're not gonna drink for the next nine months!" Andras tried to reel in his girlfriend.

"No but I'm eating for two!"

Tamlin laughed at the chaos of his friends and band mates, he finally got his dream come true, and beside him was the man he wanted to share it with.

"After we're done with the party, want to up to the roof and stargaze? Lunara's been teaching me how to read zodiac. I feel I predicted our win quite well."

Lucien smiled. "That you did. I'll be happy to oblige you. There's something I must know if you cam predict."

Tamlin tilted his head but nodded, unaware that there was wedding ring in Lucien's pocket intended to be given tonight.

He glancef at their rivals one last time before the honk of the van hurried them to leave. He'd gotten everything he wanted from all rivals, including the romantic. It was so good to finally have the upper hand.

Lucien all but princess carried him as they had one last kiss before heading home.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Okay. I know the last part was a lot. But please stay with me. I shall explain. I know y'all have been waiting for it. So here we go. The long waited first kiss. Hope you like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ language, angst, slow burn, kissing, talk of long term abuse, confessions and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 8

😢

After talking to Chrissy, Eddie decided he was done waiting. He was going to tell you how he felt. He was finally gonna take you home and tell you.

He ran to your math class to find that your club was cancelled. So he went to the drama room to see if you were there. But Mrs Adler said she hadn't seen you. He thought maybe you went to the auditorium. So he searched for you.

He looked there and the library. But you were nowhere to be found. He waited for an hour by the drama room but you never showed. Making him start to worry.

As soon as he got home he called you. Your brother said you weren't home yet. Now Eddie was definitely concerned. It was raining now and he worried about you walking home. So he got in his van and drove along the route you usually walked. But he didn't see you.

All the worst things that could have happened to you ran through his head.

Where you hit by a passing car? Did you get taken?Did you run away?

He went back home and called again. He sighed in relief when your brother said you were in the shower.

So he waited for a while for you to call him back. But you never did.

What the hell is going on? He thought.

Why didn't you wait for him? Where did you go once you found out the meeting was cancelled? And why the hell weren't you calling him back?

He tried you two more times. Not caring if he looked like a creep. He needed to see if you were okay. Because this was not like you. You would always answer when he called. Always. You wouldn't even let the phone ring 3 times before you would pick up.

God damnit y/n! Pick up!

He was so out of it. Even his uncle was worried.

Eddie sat down on the couch next to his uncle.

" What's goin' on boy?"

Eddie shook his head. He had a very bad feeling.

" I...I don't know. Something's wrong. I just know it."

" Call again."

" She's not answering."

" Just try again."

Eddie sighed and got back up. He went for the phone and was about to dial your number. But then he thought.

The house's line.

He quickly went to his room and grabbed the number you gave him. He went back and punched it in.

It rang a few times before he heard your brother.

' Hello?'

" Hey man it's Ed-"

" uhh Eddie I'm sorry this-"

"MOM! STOP! HE WAS WITH ME!"

Eddie heard your brother shout and put down the phone. He listened as a woman who sounded a lot like Mrs Clark say something he really couldn't make out.

He knew it. Something was really fucking wrong.

He kept trying to listen.

"You will not see that boy ever again!"

Eddie listened to your dad scream at you. Then he heard a very loud gasp and things being moved.

As soon as Eddie heard that he dropped the phone. He went to grab his keys but his uncle stopped him.

" What happened boy?!"

" I-I-I have to go. I-I think she's in trouble."

" Son it's none of our business."

" I think they're hitting her!"

Wayne quickly grabbed his keys.

" Let's go boy!"

...

The moment he saw you he knew. You were hurt. He got out of the truck not waiting for his uncle and ran to you. That's when he stopped and saw your brother.

"y/n?"

" Wh-what're you doing here?" Your voice was low and shaky.

Eddie didn't say anything he just kneeled in front of you and lifted your face. He saw a very red hand print.

He was so fucking mad that he stood up and was about to storm in the house. But his uncle stepped in front of him.

" No. You stay here. I'll handle this."

Eddie nodded and tried to calm down. While his uncle knocked on the door and went inside.

Never in his life had he been so damn angry. How dare anyone lay a finger on you! He didn't care who the fuck they were. He swore right then and there that they would never touch you again.

He went back to you and sat down. He tried to hold you but you flinched away.

He sighed and shook his head. Running his hand through his hair.

You looked at Eddie and his hands were shaking. He seemed to be checked out.

You turned to your brother.

" What is he doing here?" You whispered.

" He...he called the house...I don't think I hung up. Mom had just slapped you. And I put the phone down."

You looked back at Eddie.

Did you hear everything?

You couldn't stop yourself. You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. He looked at your hand then looked at you.

He shook his head. " I'm sorry I couldn't get to you fast enough."

You didn't say anything. You couldn't. Eddie came to your rescue. At least he tried.

No one but your brother knew what went on behind closed doors. It's the reason he didn't leave after he graduated.

See your parents have always been very violent towards you and your brother. It started when you were really little. You remembered when you were still very small your parents would pinch you. Then as you got older every time you would get unsatisfying marks in school you would get hit. Even when your parents caught you sneaking food late at night because they started feeding you less you would get beat. It happened so much that it felt like it was actually normal. But to your brother it wasn't. He got hit so bad sometimes that you knew you had to get the hell out of Hawkins as soon as you could. That's why you went above and beyond in school. When you skipped a few grades your parents were actually nicer. And with every A+ you got it kept them from raising a hand to you. You always did what you were told and you NEVER talked back to them. Knowing full well what might happen. But this time you were done. You were eighteen now and you could leave whenever you wanted. But your brother convinced you to stay until you graduate. You didn't want to. On your birthday you actually had your bags packed. However, your brother stopped you. He said that you needed to graduate because you needed a full ride to go to college. And no one would take you if you dropped out. So you didn't leave. And you started your senior year.

So far you had been good. Not doing anything to upset your parents. That was until you fell that first day of school.

When you got home from the doctors your mom squeezed the hell out of your foot and wrist. Saying that it was punishment for skipping school. They always did shit like that. Always hurt existing wounds. They never broke skin and never hit you in the face. Well until tonight.

You were so used to this by now. You were just so numb after every time. This time the only difference was now someone knew. One of the most important people in your life knew you got beat like this. Eddie knew.

As you sat there you just looked at his hand in yours. You wanted him to hold you. To tell you that you were okay and he would keep you safe.

But for the sake of your sanity you thought holding his hand was enough.

Wayne came back out and stood in front of you and your brother.

" Do you have any place to go tonight?" He asked

" Uhh yeah. We can go to my girlfriends house." Your brother answered.

" No we can't. She lives in the next town over. I have school tomorrow and you have to work. You can't afford to miss any days now."

" You're going to school tomorrow?"

You looked at Eddie. " I have to."

He shook his head and looked away from you after you answered his question.

" We can get a hotel room until we find a place." You suggested. " I've been saving all my allowance money and have all my birthday money. You have your savings too so we can do this."

You felt Eddie squeezed your hand. You looked at him again. " Eddie we can take care of ourselves. We kinda been ready for this day."

"No. You will stay with us." Wayne said

Eddie looked at him clearly worried about having enough room for all four of you.

Wayne knew what he was thinking. " We'll make room. I leave for work in a couple of hours. Eddie when I work nights you can sleep in my room other than that you'll take the couch. Darlin' you can stay in Eddie's room because women need their privacy and your brother can sleep on the cot."

" umm I mean no offence Mr Munson. But we're adults. We can-"

Wayne cut you off. " Darlin' you're staying with us. I understand that you think you can do this with just you two. But you are gonna need help. Now... is there stuff you need from inside?"

You replied with a soft yes.

Eddie's uncle was scarier than shit. But you weren't scared of him the way you were with your parents. You were scared that you would disappoint him.

You tried to get up but everything hurt. Eddie put your arm around his shoulders and grabbed your waist. You didn't even need to put any effort. He lifted you up to your feet. Once up, you moved out of his arms holding on to your stomach. It was really hurting something fierce.

You started for the door with Eddie following.

" No boy. If you go in you'll lose your shit. Stay with him. I'll go. " Wayne said pulling him back.

Eddie watched as you walked in with Wayne. He could cry seeing you leave like that. Even when you gave him one last sad look before Wayne closed the door.

He sat next to your brother and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"FUCK!"

" Eddie man. It's okay-"

" What the hell happened!?"

Your brother took a sharp inhale. " Mrs Clark came by."

Eddie turned to look at him. " What-what did she want?"

" She said that her son saw you sleeping with y/n."

Eddie was filled with anger again. His hands started shaking again and his lip quivered. He clenched his jaw and fists over and over again.

Why would she do that? We didn't have sex.

" Did...did you guys get hurt because of me?" He knew the answer but he had to hear it. "Did y/n get hurt because of me?"

" Not exactly. This was bound to happen sooner or later. She just felt like today was the right time to stand up to them."

" Why?"

" Eddie-"

" Why man? What made her do that?"

Your brother sighed before replying. "She was standing up for you. They didn't want her to see you anymore and she refused."

Eddie hung his head.

"Eddie. It's not on you. She was tired of this happening. She wanted out. She always wanted to leave. But I convinced her to stay. This is not on you okay."

Eddie couldn't help but blame himself for you and your brother's injuries. When he thought about this he hoped you would fight for him. But he meant arguing. Not this. Not this type of fight.

What was he gonna do now? He couldn't let you come back to them. He also didn't want him being the reason you got hurt. How long has this been going on? Did he need to stop being your friend? He had to. Right? But should he? After all that? After you fought for him?

"NO!". His inner monologue shouted at him. He couldn't stop being near you. He had to be there. Always. To care for you, to make you laugh, to make you happy. To keep you safe. But most importantly, to love you.

...

When you went back into the house you didn't look at your parents. You quickly moved through your room stuffing a duffle bag full of clothes. You got on your knees in front of your dresser and pulled off your small wads of cash you had duck taped under it. You shoved the money into your backpack with all your school work.

After you ran over to your brother's room and started getting his things. You grabbed his check book and his piggy bank he put all his spare change in.

Your last stop was the bathroom grabbing all the necessities.

You went back out to the living room and Wayne came to you grabbing the bags. You stop for a second to look at your parents. They looked beyond furious.

" I love you guys. But you know what you were doing was wrong. Please get help."

With that said you and Wayne left.

...

You would have felt better if you guys went to a hotel instead of putting out the Munson's. But it wasn't just that you were worried about. Being this close to Eddie was all you could really think about other than the embarrassment of what he heard and saw.

He kept looking at you as if you were broken. To be fair though you were. But still, that look he had hurt you.

As you followed the truck to the trailer park you kept silent. When you finally parked Eddie and his uncle helped with the bags. Eddie came to you and cupped your face.

" It's okay now. You're safe....I'll keep you safe."

Please don't say that.

You nodded and followed him inside.

The warm air of the trailer hugged you. The faint smell of cigarettes filled your nostrils. The soft amber light made the living room look something out of a movie. Mugs and hats covered most of the walls. Everything felt like home. But not like a home you ever known.

Eddie grabbed your hand and led you to his room. While he cleared off his bed you looked around his room. You smiled to yourself seeing his big hand painted Corroded Coffin banner.

His room looked like what you thought the inside of his mind looked like. Everything he liked and loved was here. Even though everything was in disarray. it was all Eddie. And you couldn't help but love it.

He cleared his throat. " Umm it's not much but it's home."

You took a deep breath. " Can...can I hug you?"

Eddie was almost offended that you asked. Of course you could hug him.

"Yeah sweetheart. You can always hug me."

You shuddered at the word. You wanted to cry. You wanted to turn around and leave. But he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you gently.

His wonderful scent filled your lungs. His hold on you was strong but gentle. You melted into him. It felt like home here too.

Just not mine.

You pulled away slightly and looked down. " Can I have a minute to change?"

" Yeah. Umm I'll take blankets and a pillow to your brother... I'll be right outside. If you need me-"

You nodded pulling out of his arms. Still not making eye contact.

Eddie hated this. Hated you being this quiet. This fragile. Like you would never be happy again. He especially hated you pulling away from him.

He left you alone and went to help your brother set up the cot. After a few minutes he thought he heard you call him. Maybe it was his imagination or something. But he swore he heard you crying his name.

So he went to the room and found you curled up back facing him crying. He shook his head and climbed in with you. Your body instantly tensed up as he embraced you.

"It's okay. I'm here."He said just above a whisper

As your body relaxed you turned to face him.

"Eddie. I'm so sorry." You said looking at his chest.

"What for?"

You sighed. " I-I know that this isn't what you were expecting when it came to me and my family. And I can understand that once me and my brother find a place, if you don't want to be my friend anymore. It's okay. I'll be okay."

" No y/n. No. You're right. This is a lot. But that doesn't make me want to stop being your friend. It makes me want to take care of you...so please...let me help."

Why?

" Eddie." You looked into his big brown eyes full with sorrow. " I...I love what we have. And I know this is gonna change how you see me. But please don't feel sorry for me. Because I'm much stronger than I look. I just need a minute to get my head on straight."

" I don't see you any different. I'm looking at you how I've always seen you. And I know you're strong. But you need to know that I'm here. I got you. Whatever you need. I'm here. Always."

Eddie looked back and forth between your eyes. Waiting for you to say that you liked him or that you have feelings for him or something. Anything. But what you did instead caught him by surprise.

You gave him one tender kiss. It was the softest kiss he had ever received. It only lasted a second. Which wasn't enough time for him to process it and kiss you back. He was going to but you pulled away. You looked at him with tears in your eyes.

He didn't know what to do. He wanted to kiss you back but you obviously didn't mean it how he wanted it. There were so many feelings going on right now. And he knew you kissed him because of the sadness you felt. He didn't want it to be like that. He wanted you to want him because you truly wanted him. Not because you're hurting right now and needed some comfort. He couldn't say this and hurt you even more though. So he just stayed quiet.

His words felt true. You know he meant it. So you kissed him. You kissed him because it felt like it was the right thing to do. It felt like it would make you feel better. But it didn't. When your lips touched his there was nothing. No fireworks. No spark. Just...nothing. And when he didn't kiss you back it became clear. You turned around and quietly sobbed.

Maybe you guys weren't meant to do this. Maybe you were always meant to be friends.

Just friends.

...

@chloe-6123 @irishhappiness @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @idkidknemore @hiscrimsonangel @hellv1ra @browneyes528 @b-irock @erinsingalong @salenorona23

[stedesbonnets]

so the craziest chain of events happened to me in the last 48 hours:

yesterday, i went to uni with a feeling my boss would call me to come to work unexpectedly

he does, saying one of the pharmacists was in a car accident and it's an emergency. i tell him i'll be there around 7

i also have a feeling the pharmacist will be there despite being in a car accident

lo and behold, i arrive at work an hour after i got home from uni, and she's there. i get home at 11pm

the day after (today), i need to get up at 6am because i have an 8am class. i say fuck it and skip it because i'm tired

i take the 9am bus to get to class at 10am, and gets stuck fifty minutes in traffic. i get off the bus then walk 15-ish minutes to uni

at this point, i'm half an hour late to class. i finally get to the building just to find out no one is there

turns out, they sent an email canceling the class last night, but i didn't check my email because i was working

i now have a 4 hour window, and i ended up driving+walking all this way for a single lesson

after the last and only class i have, i wait for my usual bus, which doesn't come despite being on the way

i take another bus then walk to another station, but again the app shows another bus is supposed to arrive in 6 minutes for like 15 minutes straight. they are all frozen in time, apparently

and this point it's 16:45 and i'm supposed to get off at 17 ish so my dad can pick me up, which is not happening unless the driver breaks the speed of light

i stand the entire ride because there is no place

i finally get off at 17:30 and my dad drives us home

if anyone needs me i will be collapsing

[bichettes]

the baseball fic™ || chapter 6

word count:  3911 summary: carrie finds out some shit, she makes a phone call, words are said, true colours are revealed (you'll be surprised), and she has a big decision to make warnings: talks of pregnancy, mention of/allusions to abortion, parents yelling??? i feel like i'm missing one or two more author��s note: BUCKLE UP YOUR SHIT IT'S ABOUT TO GET BUMPY, also this chapter is kinda proofread prev | next

March 2017

Carrie threw the baseball back to Jason. As she did, a wave of nausea came over her and her mouth began to water. 

Uh oh.

She got up immediately from her crouch and ran over to the nearest garbage can. She tossed her mask somewhere to the side. Before she knew it she was emptying her stomach from the small breakfast she had forced herself to down a couple hours ago. A few teammates voiced some disgusted remarks but Carrie couldn’t hear it over the sound of her retching.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Coach Williams came up behind her. “You okay, kid?”

Carrie stood up straight, wiping her mouth with her long sleeve. “I’m fine, Coach.”

 “You don’t look fine to me, Carrie,” he told her. “You said you were feeling better-”

“And I was… or at least I thought I was.”

He looked at her for a few moments. “I’m calling your dad.”

“What? Coach, come on.”

“No, Carrie. I need you in top shape and not spreading whatever you have in case it is something. I’m sorry.” He walked off to call her dad. She huffed.

A few of her teammates walked over to her.

“What’s going on?” Asher, their third baseman, asked.

“I think Williams is sending me home.”

“Lucky.”

“No, not lucky, Ash. I can’t afford to be away from here if I want to make it.”

“Can’t make it if you’re sick, CC. You might as well rest now and come back feeling better instead of running yourself down.” Jason commented. She threw him a dirty look.

“You know he’s right.”

She sighed. He was.

“Coach is coming back.” Everyone scattered.

“Alright, your dad said he’ll come and pick you up. In the meantime, get your gear off and settle down. I mean it, Carina. Not even stretching, just sit down.”

-

“I booked an appointment for you with Dr. Patel tomorrow at 11am, is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks dad.”

She went up the stairs with her duffel bag in tow. It was only 10, which meant Beckett would still  be in class. Carrie decided to send him a text, asking him to give her a call when he was finished. She knew for this day his class wouldn’t finish until noon so it was a surprise to her when her phone lit up with a FaceTime notification not even thirty seconds after sending the text. Carrie hit the green ‘Accept’ button and laid down on her bed.

“My girl’s ditching practice? Scandalous.” Were the first words out of Beckett’s mouth.

“Fuck off, Beck. No I didn’t and I could say the same for you. Why aren’t you in class?”

“Why aren’t you at practice?”

“I threw up and coach sent me home. What about you?”

“You threw up? Why? Did you eat something off?” Worry filled Beckett’s tone and his face.

“I’m fine. I think it’s just my period. Now why aren’t you in class?”

“Prof had a family emergency and had to cancel last minute so I am free until 2.” “Nice.”

Beckett caught Carrie up on his week. She watched as his face became animated while telling her the stories he’d kept in so he could tell her whenever they caught up. They hadn’t been able to talk face to face until now thanks to the exams Beckett had earlier in the week. The two of them missed each other fiercely.

“Oh, I got a notification that my package is getting delivered today.” Beckett mentioned. Carrie’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Package?”

“I sent you something. You’ll love it.”

“Hm. I better.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as Beckett worked on his notes while Carrie browsed through her laptop. At some point, she looked back at her phone and found Beckett already looking at her with a heated expression on his face. It made her stomach flip.

“Don’t.” She warned.

“‘Don’t’ what? I didn’t do anything.”

“Uh huh. I know that look, Beck. My dad’s home and you have to leave for class.”

He groaned.

“I hate that you’re right.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah I do and you love me too.”

“Mhmm. Now get ready for class, I promise I’ll call you when I get home from work, okay?”

“Okay, okay.”

-

Carrie sat in the examination room with one leg crossed over the other. She had gone to this appointment by herself, as she had been doing since she was 16. Her parents would only accompany her if she asked. After about ten minutes of waiting, Dr. Patel strode in. Carrie sat up straight in her chair.

“Hi Carrie.” she greeted.

“Hi Dr. Patel.”

The doctor took her spot at her desk, placing her stethoscope in front of her. She took her time in logging into her computer and finding Carrie’s electronic chart.

“So what brings you in today?”

She listed off what she had been feeling, from the nausea and vomiting to the fatigue among other symptoms. Dr. Patel’s hands faltered over the keyboard for a quick second before she quickly resumed typing but the action hadn’t been missed by Carrie. The MD swung around in her chair, fully facing her.

“Are you sexually active?”

“Um, my first time was in the beginning of February.”

“Was it penetrative?”

Carrie nodded.

“Did you or your partner use any protection?”

She shook her head. “N-no. I mean he offered but- I- I’m on birth control.”

Dr. Patel turned back to her computer. The doctor went through the whole speech of the importance of safe sex practices but Carrie tuned her out. She couldn’t be pregnant, could she? There was no way. She couldn’t. It didn’t even occur to her that all the symptoms she was feeling were because she was pregnant. Carrie had plans, big plans, and now it felt like they were being washed down the drain thanks to her stupidity.

“Carrie.” Dr. Patel pulled her back into the conversation.

“Yeah?”

“Now we have to confirm that this is actually a pregnancy and the way we do that is with a urine sample.”

The doctor explained the process to her and handed her a little cup with an orange lid.

“I’ll ask Alanna to get you a water bottle.”

All Carrie could manage to do was nod. She sat back down in the waiting area with the sterile cup in her hand and water bottle in the other. Now or never, she thought and downed the water. It didn’t take her long before she found herself in a bathroom stall with the cup between her legs. She put on the lid and washed her hands and the bottle before returning it to one of the nurses. She sat back down and waited.

“Okay, Carrie…” Dr. Patel revealed the rectangular shaped test in her hands. It had two red lines on it. “Based on this test, it shows that you are pregnant.”

She wanted to cry. The lump in her throat grew. She looked at her doctor.

“Are you going to tell my dads?” 

Dr. Patel gave her an apologetic smile and shook her head.

“Only if you want me to, but if you don’t, I can’t tell them anything. You’re of age, your health information stays private between you and I. If you want to tell them, which I believe you should do, by all means. But if you don’t want them to know, that’s fine too.”

“How- how long do I have before I make a decision?”

“Well based off of what you told me, you seem to be about a month along. There are- There are two methods you can decide between should you choose to terminate the pregnancy. If you want, you can think about what it is you want to do before we go further into this discussion.”

“No, I’d like to know now.”

“Are you sure, Carrie?”

“Yes.”

Dr. Patel then went into depth about her choices, making sure Carrie understood what she could possibly be getting herself into. Carrie found herself squeezing the fingers of one hand with the other to try and ground herself the more her doctor talked. Her head was all over the place.

“I suggest you talk about this with your parents, Carrie, before you make any big decisions. I want you to really think about it, okay?”

“I’m scared they’ll get mad at me,” she said quietly. Dr. Patel rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

“I know this is a major life situation for you but after knowing you guys for nearly a decade now, I’m sure your parents would be understandable.”

Carrie wasn’t so sure about that. Not in this situation, at least.

“Just… talk to them sooner rather than later. The earlier you make your decision, the better, whichever route you decide to go.”

“I understand, Dr. Patel. Thank you.”

She had someone she needed to tell before her dads.

-

Carrie was curled up in her computer chair with her phone up to her ear. She tried calling Beckett once but it went unanswered. So she was trying once again. The phone rang a few times before-

“Carrie! Hi.” Catherine’s voice greeted her on the other end.

“C-Catherine?” Carrie pulled the phone away from her ear, double checking if she had even called the right person to begin with. Beckett 🍪 stared back at her.

“Yes, it’s me. Beckett was in a rush leaving for class this morning and left his phone on the kitchen counter.”

“Of course he did.”

“Is there something you need?”

“Um, well…”

She could trust Catherine, right? She was basically family to Carrie, having known her her whole life. She could trust Catherine with this information.

“I, uh, I had a doctor’s appointment today.”

“Oh, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just… I found out I’m… pregnant.” She still didn’t believe it when it came out of her own mouth. There was silence on the other end. “Catherine?”

“Why does Beckett need to know?” Carrie clocked the immediate change in her tone of voice. She sat up straight in her chair, planting her feet on the hardwood. Carrie knew deep down she should’ve stopped talking right then and there but she couldn’t.

“Because it’s his.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m pregnant with Beckett’s baby.”

“How did this happen?”

“The night before you guys left for Boston, that’s how.”

There was more silence on Catherine’s end.

“I can just call Beck later when he’s home-”

“You will do no such thing, Carina.”

It was Carrie’s turn to be surprised.

“Excuse me?”

“Sweetie, we just moved here. Michael’s started his job and Beckett’s just started school. He may not have been able to make Northeastern’s baseball team this year but things look promising for his junior year, Carrie. You know what I mean?”

“I don’t-”

“No, of course you don’t because you’ve been so focused on your goals that you haven’t paid attention to Beckett’s. He wants the same thing as you, Carrie.”

Carrie was shocked to say the least. Where did this sudden change in attitude come from? She had never known Catherine to be aggressive or abrasive. In all her 18 (almost 19) years on this earth, she had yet to even hear the woman yell. She thinks yelling would’ve been better than this condescending tone she was using on Carrie. She was so utterly confused; the whole conversation didn’t feel real.

“Catherine, I-”

“Don’t tell Beckett, okay? Whatever you choose, and I hope you choose correctly, you better leave him out of it.”

And the line went dead. 

Carrie sat at her desk, unable to move. She didn’t know how long she stayed in that position for; it could’ve been seconds, it could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours. When she finally did move, she did so to do one thing. She blocked Beckett. On everything.

If his mom didn’t want him to know, he wasn’t going to. She was going to make sure of it.

-

Carrie didn’t tell her parents on the day of her appointment. Or the day after that. Or even the day after that one, for that matter. She kept her secret locked down inside of her so tightly that she barely said a word to her dads for a week. A week. They knew something was up. She knew that they knew something was up. They couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, enough of this.” Her papa said over breakfast. “What’s going on with you, Carina?”

She was halfway through cutting her pancakes. Her hands began to sweat over the knife and fork. Her heart raced inside her chest. When she looked up, she found both her dad and papa looking at her expectantly.

“What do you mean?” She was looking at them with wide eyes.

“That look on your face like you’re guilty of something and the fact that we haven’t had a proper conversation with you in a week.” Her dad answered. “That’s what we mean.”

No, this couldn’t be happening, she said inside her head.

Well it is, a voice answered.

I’m not ready.

You have to tell them. They can’t not know.

They were waiting for her to say something. Now or never.

Carrie put down her utensils and leaned back in her chair. She took a breath in and let it out.

“I’m pregnant.” She hadn’t said those words since she said them to Catherine the previous week. It still didn’t feel real.

She looked at them, they looked back. No one said a word.

“How did this happen?” her dad asked.

Carrie shook her head. Andrew’s eyebrows raised.

“What do you mean no, Carina?” He raised his voice. Her eyes went even wider. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Andrew paced behind her papa.

“We talked about this, did we not? That was the one thing we wanted you to take away from our talks! Use protection!” Carrie flinched at the sound of his yelling. She could feel the tears coming up to the surface of her eyes.

“I thought we’d be okay!”

Andrew shook his head this time, indignant. He put his hands on his hips.

“Who is it?”

“Who’s who?”

“I know you know what I’m asking, Carina. Don’t act dumb. Who’s the dad?”

Carrie shook her head again. No one was going to know.

“Carina!” he shouted.

That’s when she started crying. There was no stopping the tears from openly flowing down her cheeks. No matter how many times she wiped at her eyes, they just kept running down.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said through her hiccups. “I’m sorry.”

Andrew didn’t even respond to her. He left the room without another word.

By that point, Carrie didn’t try to stop her crying. She let them ake over her body. She felt her papa’s arms wrap around her. He stroked her hair as she cried, hushing her every now and again.

“Ssh, anak, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He rocked her back and forth. Severino kissed her hair. Before he knew it, he was crying too. “Thank you for telling us, I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you.”

Carrie nodded against him, her entire body hiccuping.

“I know, baby. I’ll go talk to daddy, okay? He’s just- he’s processing and he’s going to need some time.”

“He hates me.”

“Daddy doesn’t hate you, Carrie.”

“He’s mad at me.”

Severino didn’t have a response for that. Carrie pulled away from her papa. When he looked at her she looked every bit like the little girl that fell off the monkey bars when she was four and his 18 year old daughter all at once. It was heartbreaking to see her so hurt. Her eyes were swollen from all the crying. He brushed her hair away from her face and the tears from her cheeks. They were still coming but they had slowed down significantly.

“I’ll talk to your dad, okay?”

Carrie nodded.

-

Severino closed the door to Carrie’s room. After breakfast he had taken her to her room and helped her lie down on her bed. He asked her if she needed anything but she promised she was fine. He walked into the kitchen and found Andrew watching TV in the living room.

“Your daughter’s resting in her room.”

He got no response from his husband.

“I know you’re upset about this, Andrew, but she feels even worse. And you yelling at her doesn’t make it any better.”

Andrew picked up the remote and muted the TV. He sighed.

“She knows she made a mistake. You don’t have to remind her, I don’t have to remind her.”

Andrew joined Severino in the kitchen, tidying up the dining table. Severino began washing the dishes while he put away the clean ones in the drying rack.

“I just- How could she be so reckless? We have told her so many times how important it is to use protection and she just didn’t.”

“She got caught up in the moment, I guess.”

“Did she tell you who it was?” Andrew reached over and put a glass container on the shelf.

“No but she didn’t need to tell me.”

Andrew looked at Severino. His husband nodded. 

“So yeah.”

“Does he know?”

“I’m not sure but seeing how she reacted when you asked her who the dad was I’m going to say yes and that he didn’t take it well. But I’m just going off what she’s told and shown us so far.”

“That doesn’t seem like Beckett, though. He worships the ground she walks on.”

“I know.”

They could only wonder.

-

Carrie avoided her dad for the rest of the day, even going so far as to make a plate for dinner before everyone else and eating it in her room. She also washed her plate in her bathroom so she wouldn’t run into him. She couldn’t face him. She couldn’t stand to see the look of disappointment across his face. 

Carrie thought she would be safe to bring down her plate from dinner at 2 AM. She also wanted to refill her water bottle. She was wrong. Her dad was leaning against the kitchen counter, stuffing his face with Ritz crackers. She stood in the doorway. He looked at her. She looked right back at him. Carrie was frozen where she stood. He put the box down on the counter, wiping the crumbs from his face.

“I wanted to put this away.” She lifted the plate dumbly. She quickly walked into the kitchen and put the plate back into its correct spot in the cabinet. She left as quickly as she came, or at least she wanted to until-

“Carrie, wait.”

She was almost past the doorway. She turned around.

“Yeah, dad?” She felt like crying again. He was going to yell at her again, she just knew it. She was scared.

“I’m sorry about earlier; for yelling at you, for how I reacted. I was surprised.”

“It’s- it’s okay, dad. I get it.”

Andrew noticed just how tightly she was holding herself. Her posture was rigid, arms stiff at her sides. She had her hands clenched into fists like she was waiting for a fight; like she was waiting for him to yell at her again.

“Oh, honey.”

He crossed the room and gathered her into his arms. Carrie broke down. She cried into her dad’s chest. He ran his hands up and down her back.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Ssh, baby. It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for anything.”

They stood in the kitchen while Andrew held her tight.

-

Carrie was seated in Dr. Patel’s office once again, this time with her papa sat to her right and her dad standing next to her on her left. Her knee couldn’t stop bouncing.

“Carina,” her papa chided gently.

“Sorry.” She stopped and crossed one leg over the other. He took her hand into his and held it.

The past week had been filled with different conversations between the three of them and some just between Andrew and Severino. They also had to bring in Coach Williams into the conversations as well. The outcome of that one had been surprising for all of them.

(The family of three stared back at the man behind the wooden desk. They were expecting yelling, maybe some angry pacing, frustration. But not this. The man that Carina had known for a good chunk of her teenage years was smiling at her. He rarely smiled.

“Congratulations, Carrie, truly.” He said earnestly.

“Thank you?” She had all these outcomes in her head on how this meeting could have gone. This wasn’t one of them.

“I’m sorry- you’re happy for me?”

“Of course.”

“I just-” she shook her head. She couldn’t even explain herself. Coach Williams waited a few moments before speaking.

“My son was no more than a year older than you when he got his university girlfriend pregnant. I was angry and upset. Wondered how he could be so stupid. I’m sure your fathers can relate.” He looked to them both and they nodded. “My first thought was for them to get rid of the baby. It was harsh, I know. But it seemed reasonable at the time. They were so young and had their whole lives ahead of them. But they were determined to have this baby and still have the lives that they dreamed of for themselves.”

“Did they?”

He nodded, another smile making its way to his face. He turned a couple picture frames around so it would face the three of them. Carrie saw a picture of Coach Williams’ son and who she assumed was the aforementioned girlfriend holding a baby boy. The other was of a boy, no more than five years old, running towards the photographer.

“Ben and Hailey aren’t together anymore but they make it work. I thank my lucky stars that they chose to keep the baby.”

Carrie held the picture of the little boy in her hands. She wiped her eyes.

“But your plans for me-”

“Are still the plans if that’s what you want. We might have to delay them but I am determined to get you playing in the major leagues. Just give me the word.”

Carrie looked to each of her parents, then at her coach. She took a deep breath in.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”)

There was a gentle knock on the door. Dr. Patel poked her head in before fully appearing. She greeted them all.

“So, Carrie, I see you’ve brought your dads with you.” She smiled. “Have you come to a decision?”

“Yeah, I have.” She squeezed her papa’s hand. “I wanted to keep the baby.”

Dr. Patel nodded along. “Okay.” 

She logged into her computer.

“I will get you connected with our office’s OBGYN, Dr. Miller. I think you’ll like her very much. I believe she’s booked up for today, but I’ll send her a message to see if she can see you tomorrow for your first appointment. It will be a lengthy one, just to let you know, since it is your first and we are playing a little bit of catch up. But I’m not too worried.”

A little blip sound came from the computer’s speakers.

“Alright…” Dr. Patel’s eyes scanned the screen. “She said she has a spot open at the end of her day at 3. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah.”

She sent off the response back.

“Okay, perfect. 3 o’clock tomorrow with Dr. Miller.”

“Thank you.”

She was doing this.

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⭐⭐

Two stars because I wanna know about two thingsss: 1. Your favorite scene in the Fuck-verse AND 2. Mafia Bobby 🥺

awww TWO stars?? honored!!

for Fuck: The Universe, my favorite scene would have to be from Fuck It! I feel like it really shouldn't come as that much of a surprise--I really poured my entire fucking heart into that part!! of course, it's when Wisteria is talking to Ice before Jake visits!

I bawled writing that conversation and when I look back on it, I'm immensely proud of it. I think if I had to pick a certain scene specifically it would be:

"I'm scared," you admit.

It's the most honest you've been with him in week. Honestly, it's the most honest anyone's been with him in weeks. And Ice relishes in that honesty for a moment. It's such a simple thing to tell him, but he knows that it was hard for you to say it. There's that courage you've always had, the one that makes you tough enough to fly F-18s.

I'm not. Ice smiles very gently. Lived well. Loved good.

There are already tears clouding your vision. You nod, sniffing, but continue.

"Are you ready, dad?"

He thinks for a moment. Of course he isn't ready to leave you--any of you. He's going to miss cashmere blankets and the sun on his face. He's going to miss the scent of leather and good Scotch. He's going to miss Sarah's snores and playing charades after big dinners. But he's been sick for a long time; he's tired.

I'm tired. Ice nods, sighing before continuing. Don't feel good.

You nod. You keep nodding. He knows you're about to crack. And he's right--as soon as you bring your hands up, your lips begin to quiver. A few tears stream down your face.

"I'm not ready for you to go."

Ice already knows this. He knows. And it's a strange sort of pleasure and pain that fills him up that someone has finally said it. All of you, his sweet women, have been putting on brave faces for him. Telling him that you understand, that it's okay. But here you are, being so honest with him the way you used to be, the way you've been trying to hold back.

You're proper weeping now, sniffling and wiping your eyes with your shirtsleeve. You're blinking at this force of a man, this man that used to carry you on his shoulders around Top Gun and let you sit in his jet, and feeling an overwhelming loss wash over you. Time is running out. You both know it. And you're not ready for him to go. You're really, really not.

I know. Ice signs, shaking his head softly. But you're gonna have to be.

I mean.....what more can I say besides ouch?

and mafia!Bobby!!! I truly didn't think people would like him so much!! I guess taking that mafia class really paid off in the end, didn't it?

the image of Bob smoking a cigar, blood dotting his sleeves, watching you be a brat....PHEW......

And when he came through the heavy French doors of the library where you've been perched on the sofa waiting for him, he merely pressed a chaste kiss to your head and slumped on the couch to light up a Cuban stogie.

"Thought I said c'mere," Bob says, blowing that thick white smoke from his bitten lips as he tilts his head at you. "Deaf or somethin', baby doll?"

He stares at you. He knows you're upset--you're not exactly one that can hide your emotions, especially when they're because of him. You're in a fantastic dress, one that he would love to run his hands over and then promptly rip off your body, and there are still heels strapped to your feet. You've even painted your nails and done your hair up real nice. He knows, just from looking at you, that you put time and effort into getting ready for the date that he cancelled on a short phone call. He really didn't want to--it was something that was out of his control--but duty really did call.

I would honestly consider writing another part to this if it's something people wanted!!

send me a ⭐ if you want my commentary on a certain story! or send in a part you want me to give commentary on!

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November 3-9, 2013

Sunday, November 3

We arrived in Manila at 1 in the morning from Hong Kong, utterly exhausted. We caught a bus back to Pasay at 3 AM and continued sleeping through the ride. I called my parents immediately upon landing.

By 11 in the morning, we finally made it to the city. We got home, showered, and went straight to bed. This was my first international flight, and while it was amazing, the long trip was incredibly tiring. I gave my parents and Ran their souvenirs and sweets, which they loved, especially Dad.

I reviewed my notes for other subjects for a while before heading back to sleep.

Monday, November 4

Both of us returned to school. I brought small treats for my girlfriends and gave one to Sammy as well. The girls gave me their gifts, making me very happy.

I didn’t talk much about the trip since I had already uploaded the photos online. Mansoor and I hung out after class. I had lunch with him, his supervisor, and some other friends. It was nerve-wracking and I was a bit shy, but we ended up enjoying each other's company.

Tuesday, November 5

In Abnormal Psychology, we covered more difficult but interesting topics. There’s a storm brewing that is expected to become a super typhoon. I'm hoping for no classes.

The sports fest starts tomorrow, leading up to the intramurals on Saturday.

When I arrived, Myla greeted me with "Happy Birthday" and gave me a small trinket. Sir Apollo also greeted me and asked how old I was. I jokingly told him I'm not 17 yet. He smiled, raising an eyebrow, and I returned the smile to show I was messing with him. We continued with our discussions.

Wednesday, November 6

We spent the whole day at Green Valley. I didn’t tell everyone where I live—only Hollmae knows. I invited her over, and my mom was doing laundry when we arrived. We had lunch upstairs in my room before heading back to continue our day.

Thursday, November 7

I couldn't attend all my classes as we were busy assembling for the intramurals, with all the competitions requiring extra effort from the officers. I helped Mikee with his clothes and makeup. During this time, I saw Sir Apollo and informed him that I and other CAS students wouldn’t attend his class. He nodded but later pulled me back to wipe glitter off my forehead with his backhand.

"Uh, thanks," I said, and he responded with a warm smile. His hair is starting to grow and become unkempt.

Anyway, we won the singing competition.

Friday, November 8

It's the fashion competition day. I attended some classes, but the experimental psychology class was canceled due to the ongoing storm, which is hitting the Visayas hard.

Saturday, November 9

Today is the cheer dance competition, so I had to skip my classes except for Abnormal Psychology.

We won the competition, and our celebration was filled with joy and high spirits. However, amidst the revelry, the reality of the super typhoon's devastation lingered. The death tolls in the Visayas were rising, and Tacloban was almost erased from the map. It was a strange juxtaposition—celebrating our victory while mourning the immense loss suffered by so many.