#after this year my car will be up to date on her maintenance!!!!

[chryzuree]

car situated ✌🏻😘

[teapartyprincess4two]

Hi

Can i ask for a johnnie guilbert x reader where the reader is a friend of tara who is a very private person, so she gets know in the channel as "baby" and people start to notice that johnnie gets shy and is always looking somewhere off camera (to her)

A LOTTTT of pinning by johnnie (like so much it hurts)

And maybe at the end he confesses she kisses him and a lil sum-sum 😏

Thank uuuuu 😘

Babygirl- J. Guilbert

pairing: shy!reader x Johnnie

classification: fluff

warning: use of y/n, slight cursing, slow build up, Jake and Tara are dating in this, suggestive content but NO smut, very long

inspiration: request^^, Deaf, Mute, and Blind Baking, Becoming Tara Yummy for a Day

summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.

—

Most people wish they had the fame you had, they spend their entire life reaching for an unattainable dream that fell in your lap by coincidence. They wish for the fancy cars, the expensive clothes, and especially to be so famous they’re stopped by fans on the street for a picture.

Tara, your best friend, was one of those people. She spent her childhood and teenage years fangirling over pop stars and YouTubers, hoping that one day people would be fangirling over her too. She worked hard to earn the platform she has today, bringing you along with her to the top. But you never asked for any of this.

At first her newfound fame didn’t affect you, you were just a recurring background character in her videos and would sometimes, but very rarely, have a main role in them. Although you tried remaining in the background, the internet is quick to get attached to shy, background characters and before you knew it the fans were begging for more content with you.

So now you and Tara are a well known YouTube duo and you’re featured in almost every one of her videos, most of the time opting to participate from behind the camera. You especially remain behind the scenes when Jake and Johnnie are involved, specifically because you’re never able to hide your crush on Johnnie and would probably die from embarrassment if the fans caught on.

Like today for example, Jake and Johnnie are over at your house filming. They’re filming a video they’ve filmed many times before, they’re turning Tara emo. The three of them are piled onto the couch, discussing topic after topic as Johnnie packs on black eyeshadow on Tara’s eyes.

“Ow, Johnnie. You’re hurting me!” she squeals as Johnnie accidentally pokes her in the eye with the bristles of the brush. You can’t help but giggle from behind the camera, watching as Johnnie becomes flustered. “Sorry! I only ever do my own makeup, okay?” he apologizes, not becoming any more gentle with his motions. Johnnie glances at you quickly, a smile forming on his face because of your laughter.

“Why are you laughing, Y/n? You’re next,” Jake chimes in, following his statement with a boisterous laugh. Your face flushes slightly as you reply with a laugh, “no I’d prefer not to be tortured.” Johnnie laughs at this, sending you a fake pout, “you hate my look that much?”

Your face becomes even more red, if that was even possible. You didn’t mean the comment like that. Tara, whose face is being attacked with makeup, chimes in, “No, Y/n is too babygirl for this.”

“Oh God, you’re making me sound so high maintenance,” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at Tara’s comment. “It’s true though!” she exclaims, turning to face you just as Johnnie begins applying eyeliner, causing a black streak to run from the corner of her eye to her hairline.

“Guys, Y/n is probably the most high maintenance out of the four of us. She gets a manicure exactly every two weeks, she gets her hair redyed like once a month, her room is NEVER dirty. She almost never ever has dirty laundry, AND she irons her clothes. Who irons their clothes?” Tara exclaims, flailing her arms in the air dramatically.

“So yes, she’s babygirl,” Tara’s talking to the camera now, completely oblivious to her appearance. You scrunch your name at the nickname, the internet tended to latch onto things like that, “First of all, you look ridiculous right now. And secondly, don’t call me that. I don’t need to be known as ‘babygirl’ for the rest of my life,” you reply, laughing as Johnnie tries to fix his mistake but fails.

Jake, who’s sitting on the couch next to Johnnie, straightens up and leans forward to look at Tara. He immediately laughs at the sight, the black eyeliner smudged all over her face. “You’re just mad that it has a nice ring to it,” Tara retorts, choosing to ignore the mess Johnnie made. You scoff, glad that the camera isn’t on you to catch how your eyes train on Johnnie.

“Okay, but doesn’t it sound cute?” Tara proposes the question to the boys, waiting expectantly for them to answer. Jake was always quick to agree with her, it was a trait she trained him to have over the years of their relationship, “yeah, it’s pretty cute.” Tara nods her head in triumph, turning to Johnnie for his response.

Johnnie doesn’t know what to say, he agrees that the nickname is cute, but he’s afraid he’ll say too much and expose his crush for you. “Johnnie?” Tara says, widening her eyes as she awaits his response.

“What was the nickname again?” Johnnie asks, trying to act casual. But if the cameras zoomed in they’d easily catch how his hands tremble as he fixes Tara’s eyeliner. “Babygirl?” he reiterates, attempting to sound confused and oblivious. Tara nods her head, causing Johnnie to mess up once again, but he’s too busy trying to keep his composure to care.

Coming from him the nickname doesn’t sound so bad, it actually makes you want to take back everything you just said. “Babygirl is cute,” he murmurs, sending you a small glance before quickly turning back towards Tara. You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide your flushed cheeks and the smile that won’t go away no matter how hard you try.

“Enough with the babygirl talk,” you groan, but you really loved hearing him say it.

—

From that moment on, you were known as babygirl within the fandom. You couldn’t escape the nickname no matter how hard you tried, and the fans loved teasing you about it. Whether it be through edits, Instagram comments, or tweets; the fans were always calling you the nickname.

Johnnie, Jake and Tara are currently filming yet another video, despite your protests. The three of them are standing behind the kitchen counter, with either tape on their mouths, earmuffs on, or blindfolded. They were trying to bake a cake, something they struggled to do even without the inhibiting factors, so all they were really doing was making a big mess.

They understand your hesitance with being on camera, so they never force you to make any special appearances, but you still loved to watch. You sit behind the counter, just out of view of the camera, watching in amusement as the three interact.

Johnnie keeps getting distracted by you, fumbling and stuttering his way through the intro. You watch as Johnnie struggles to find the supplies needed for the video, searching through every cabinet in the kitchen. “Every time Johnnie says he’s ready, he’s never ready,” Jake comments, adjusting the black beanie on his head. “Where the fuck did I put it? No, Jake where did you put it?” Johnnie replies, scavenging for the baking supplies.

“They’re in the pantry,” you comment, walking over to Johnnie briefly and guiding him towards the pantry. Johnnie smiles at you, grateful that there’s at least one sane person here to help him. The interaction was caught on camera, but you were too distracted to realize.

“Thanks babygirl,” Tara exclaims, bopping her head to the music blasting through her headphones. You roll your eyes, helping Johnnie take everything out of the grocery bags and sprawling them out onto the counter. Once everything is in order, Johnnie’s mouth is quickly covered with a sticker, but he’s happy he isn’t blindfolded because he can keep sneaking glances at you.

The entire situation was chaotic, none of them had any clue how to communicate properly and they had less knowledge on how to bake a cake. Jake’s arms were stretched forward as he tried finding his way through the kitchen, Tara’s loud singing making it hard for them to concentrate on one task alone.

Tara, who wore the headphones, was more focused on singing than the cake. You watch them intently, unable to stop yourself from laughing, “you need to whisk the cake!” Tara, who can’t hear a single thing you’re saying, repeats your statement causing you to burst into laughter.

Johnnie pulls out a plastic butter knife, deeming it appropriate for the task. “Get the beater!” Tara yells, following it by belting out song lyrics. Johnnie has no idea what Tara is talking about, so he sends you a pleading look. If there’s anyone here who’s going to help him finish this cake, it’s you.

“The whisk, get the whisk!” you exclaim, trying to talk over Tara’s singing as best as possible.

“What’s going on?!” Jake asks, one of his flailing arms slapping both Johnnie and Tara. Johnnie’s laughs are muffled by the sticker as he holds the whisk out for Jake, guiding him to the bowl.

“Babygirl?!” Tara is being so loud, her voice a good three octaves higher than normal. “Stop yelling!” you exclaim, but she ignores you and changes the song, continuing to belt out the lyrics.

“Y/n, we need your help,” Jake comments, stirring the bowl so aggressively that it was twirling. “We have no idea what we’re doing,” he continues, lifting the whisk up and blindly taking a lick.

“JAKE DON’T LICK IT!” Tara yells.

Johnnie’s laughter and shocked scream are muffled, his face scrunched up as he laughs uncontrollably, and you can’t look away. You wish you weren’t so shy, so that way you’d be able to join them in this fun activity without feeling anxious.

“This cake is going to be so bad,” you chuckle, catching Johnnie’s attention. His eyes linger on you for a little too long, a moment the fans were definitely going to clip and edit.

“What did you say?! Did you say my singing is bad?!” Tara is still yelling, following each and every statement with loud singing.

Many dirty dishes and a messy kitchen later, the cake is finally done. The oven rings throughout the kitchen, and Jake and Tara send Johnnie to fish the hot pan out. The cake didn’t look too bad, but considering you watched them make it, you weren’t too excited to actually try it.

“You have to wait until it cools to frost it!” Tara exclaims, the headphones causing her volume to be more than pleasant. Johnnie can’t respond because of the sticker, and he doesn’t want to wait for it to cool, so he continues haphazardly spreading the icing over the camera. Jake, on the other hand, is in his own world.

“That actually looks disgusting. It’s raw,” you gasp, watching as Johnnie lifts the spatula to reveal an uncooked, watery mess. “It’s undercooked!” Tara yells, her inability to hear you causing her to repeat everything you say in different words.

Johnnie’s muffled laughter is infectious, earning a string of laughter from you. “Let’s just eat it,” Jake suggests, facing the complete opposite direction of the group. The beanie on his head inhibits him from seeing the state of the cake, but even if he could see it, he would probably still ask for a bite.

“Wait let me help,” you get up from your seat and walk behind the countertop, immediately searching for something to serve the cake in. “This is gonna have to do it,” you hand Johnnie three plastic cups. He scoops up the raw batter, the liquid cake jiggling in the cup and running down the sides, immediately coating his fingers in frosting and batter.

“We’re gonna get salmonella,” Tara is staring at the goopy mess in shock, how had they managed to mess up such a simple recipe?

“I wanna see… I think we should take this off,” Jake yanks his beanie off, a fit of laughter attacking him as soon as he sees the state of the cake. Tara was subconsciously poking at it, creating a big hole in the center. Johnnie’s hands were full of chocolate frosting, and he held them up in exasperation as he waited for someone to remove the sticker from his mouth.

“Here lemme help you,” you murmur, gentle hands removing the sticker. Your touch lingers a little too long, but he doesn’t complain. If he had it his way, you’d have your arms around his neck and his lips would be on yours.

“Thanks, babygirl,” he whispers in return, loving how easily the nickname riled you up. You hated how much you loved hearing him say it.

“This is actually not that bad!” Tara’s boisterous voice breaks you two from the intimate moment, forcing you to reenter reality. “Try it,” Jake suggests, going back for a second scoop.

Johnnie is hesitant, but he grabs the cup and puts a spoonful of the raw cake batter in his mouth. His face contorts in disgust, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? “Here let me try,” you take the cup from him, using his spoon to take your own bite.

As soon as the cake hits your tongue, you’re gagging. “Oh wow this is horrible,” you say, fighting the urge to throw up. They’re all laughing at your reaction, Jake pulling a long hair from his mouth in the process. “I love this hair, adds flavor.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna throw up,” the hair Jake held between his fingers was only making the situation worse for you.

“See, she’s so babygirl,” Tara laughs, joking about the situation even if she found it equally as gross.

—

It seemed like your friends were always filming because every time the four of you hung out there always seemed to be a camera lurking not too far. Like today for example, Tara gathered everyone for a casual hangout, but once you arrived she explained that everyone was going to be living like her for the day. At first, you declined her invitation, making a lame excuse about not feeling good. But she begged and begged for you to be in the video, and before you knew it you were an integral part of it.

“Okay, since you guys are becoming me for the day, it’s only fitting that you dress the part. So, put on these track suits,” Tara says as she hands you, Jake, and Johnnie each a pink track suit. You’re trying to hide from the camera as much as possible, but Tara keeps pulling you back in every time you almost wander away.

The three of you shimmy into the outfits, immediately feeling the Tara Yummy essence wash over you.

“This is sexy,” Jake comments, admiring his figure as the sweatpants hang loosely from his hips. “I’m serving cunt,” Johnnie says, joining Jake in admiring himself. Their tattoos peeked through, contrasting the pink outfits entirely.

You emerge from the hallway seconds later, the track suit providing you with a newfound confidence, “I feel so stupid, but I also kinda feel like that bitch.” You stand still, allowing the camera to pan to you before hitting a dramatic pose. You turn around to show the camera the backside of the suit, the word babygirl written in curly white letters across your ass. “Slay, babygirl, slay,” Tara chimes in, strutting over to you and hitting the same pose.

“Let’s please not start with the babygirl jokes,” you groan jokingly, adjusting the sweatpants that kept riding up, you were starting to get a wedge. But you knew you weren’t going to escape the babygirl comments today, especially not with it written across your backside. It was like a label that you were forced to wear for the rest of the day, and the fans would surely seize the opportunity and run with it. To top it all off, the four of you were so well color coordinated that you looked like a 90’s girl group, ready to perform on stage at any moment.

“This is fun, but I still don’t understand why I’m being forced to do this,” you say, staring at Tara blankly.

“Because you’re my best friend,” she replies cheerily, offering you a big smile and booping your nose. It was hard to stay mad at her. She walks away, joining Jake as they engage in conversation.

“And you’re babygirl,” Johnnie teases, coming up from behind you unexpectedly, immediately causing a blush to form on your face. He loved watching you get flustered over the nickname. He laughs at your reactions, relishing every bit of it.

“Alright, first things first, time to eat. Mama’s hungry,” Tara says, ignoring yours and Johnnie’s interaction before facing the camera and leading everyone to the car. Jake and Tara are far ahead, leaving you and Johnnie to trail behind.

“It’s gonna be leaves,” Johnnie whispers to you, earning a laugh in response. He loved making you laugh. “Yeah, how much you wanna bet we end up at Health Nut?” you ask, settling the bet with a firm handshake between you and Johnnie. His hand holds a firm grip on yours, almost like he’s hesitant to let go as he says goofily, “$2, take it or leave it.”

As predicted, the four of you end up at Tara’s favorite restaurant; Health Nut. It’s no one else’s restaurant of choice, but you’re living as Tara for the day so it doesn’t matter what the rest of you want. You’ve been here with Tara enough to be familiar with the menu, so you order a simple salad and drink before moving to the side and allowing Johnnie to order. Once he’s finished ordering, he pays for your meals before letting Jake and Tara order.

Johnnie is playing it up for the cameras, trying to embarrass himself with his actions before the pink track suit does it for him. He’s sitting on a toddler chair and you stand next to him, choosing him as your comfort zone.

Because you always opted to remain behind the scenes, most of the viewers weren’t completely aware of yours and Johnnie’s dynamic. You two were always clinging to each other in uncomfortable or unfamiliar situations, making quiet jokes to make the other laugh. You both also had a huge crush on each other, which further served as a gravitational pull.

“Order for… babygirl?” the employee calls out, a hint of confusion in their voice as they read the name on the order. This immediately causes you to laugh out loud. “You did not do that,” you whisper shout at Johnnie, who held his hands up in feigned defense as he tries not to burst into laughter. You awkwardly grab the food, both of youwalking over to Tara and Jake’s table.

“Did they just call you babygirl?” Tara asks as soon as you’re sitting down. “Yes dude, fucking Johnnie told them that was my name,” you laugh, hiding your red face in your hands. They call out Tara’s name and she dismisses herself briefly to pick up the food.

“Let’s go!” She exclaims from the restaurant’s front door, bag and drink in hand as she pushes the door open and walks outside. “Oh, I guess Tara Yummy eats in the car,” Jake says sarcastically, the three of you following Tara to the car.

Once you’re in the car, you and Johnnie sit in the backseat while Jake and Tara occupy the front. “I wanted to eat in there, but you guys are so embarrassing,” Tara says, handing Jake his food.

She doesn’t give any of you enough time to respond, “you guys are already pretty embarrassing, but the pink track suits make us all look genuinely crazy.” She’s obnoxiously shaking her salad from the front seat, causing the entire car to rock.

“Damn, don’t gotta put your whole pussy into it,” Jake laughs, earning a sly remark from Tara. Soon, they’re lost in a conversation of their own, leaving you and Johnnie to talk quietly in the back seat.

“Why do you keep pushing this ‘babygirl agenda,’ sir?” You ask, both in true curiosity and to make light of the nickname. He blushes, mindlessly picking at the salad in front of him.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy now,” you tease, piling up a good bite on your fork. He smiles at you awkwardly, preparing to admit something embarrassing.

“I think it’s kinda cute,” he admits with a shrug, taking a big bite of his food. Your eyes blow open in shock, this whole time you thought he was teasing you, but now it turns out he thinks it’s a cute nickname? “Don’t make fun of me,” Johnnie pleads in defense through a mouthful of food.

“I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you respond, trying not to be too loud. You couldn’t help it though, your giggles were soon filling the backseat. There was something about the confession that gave you hope that maybe you and Johnnie could be more than just friends. But you don’t want to get your hopes up, ir could easily all be for the video. You’re about to say something crazy and bold, but you’re cut off by Tara.

“Are you two done flirting? Cause I’m in the mood for coffee.” Leave it to her to ruin a sweet moment.

—

The day is finally over and the four of you are now wearing pajamas, reminiscing on the day’s events. Tara and Jake leave once the video is over, leaving you and Johnnie to lay on the large couch. The room is silent, but it’s not awkward, you’re both just catching up and joking.

“I was serious earlier, by the way,” he murmurs, staring at the ceiling above. “Yeah?” you say in a teasing tone, rolling over on your side so you’re facing him.

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed, I mean the fans definitely have.” You mindlessly play with the strings of your robe, subconsciously scooting closer to him.

“So that’s why you keep calling me babygirl?”

“Mmm yeah, mostly. I think it sounds cute,” he smiles down at you, your figure just slightly further down the couch. You feel a surge of confidence wash over you, something you don’t usually feel as a shy person, and straddle his lap.

He looks at you in shock, both arms limp at his sides. “Say it,” you whisper, moving your face dangerously closer to his. You use your hands to grab his, placing them on your waist. He feels excited, nervous, and shocked all at the same time, was this really happening?

You grind your hips down onto him, hoping to elicit a response from him. “Babygirl,” he whimpers, the sudden friction sending a shiver up his spine that has his hips bucking. You hum in response, finally inching close enough to connect your lips to his.

You’re in a heated make out session, completely obvious to the world around you. Johnnie’s hands are roaming your body, your hips are grinding down onto him, and your fingers are tangled in his hair. You kiss from his lips down to his neck, sucking and biting the delicious skin until you leave a hickey.

The situation is about to escalate, but Jake and Tara interrupt before it can. They saunter in loudly, both you and Johnnie jumping off of each other in shock.

“About damn time!” Jake says, applauding you both for finally make a move on each other. “Get it babygirl!” Tara laughs, joining Jake in his obnoxious round of applause.

“So annoying,” you groan, throwing a pillow at them and shooing them out. Once they’re out of the room, you and Johnnie share a sheepish look.

“You’re never escaping that nickname,” he chuckles, silently pulling you back on top of him. “That’s okay. If you’re the one saying it, I don’t mind,” you murmur, kissing him again.

“Okay, babygirl.”

—

MASTERLIST

a/n: Such a good request, I LUV being challenged with these specific requests!!! Hope I did it justice bby, I rewrote this like 5 times & had a different storyline each time. Also, I mentioned the famous hickey (💀💀) and I changed it from “baby” to “babygirl” because he mentioned that he’s “so babygirl” on Trisha’s podcast.

anyways, enjoy hunny bunches. Luv uuuuu

-L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[deanstead]

Low Effort

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N gets a surprise visit, which triggers some unpleasant symptoms

Word Count: 1k+

Tags/Warnings: mentions of stomach cramps, slight allusion to anxiety, negative emotions

A/N: Long time no see! This is a thing I needed to get off my chest and needed to get the emotions out, so it’s just some Jay comfort/fluff. Also, a warning that I haven’t written in so long, this kind of feels a bit meh, so I hope I haven’t lost too much of my writing touch LOL

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

You closed your laptop shut, just as your phone lit up with a notification about a new message from Jay.

Sorry, got held up. 10 minutes. Tops.

You smiled, typing a quick response of acknowledgment to tell him not to hurry before you got up, grabbing your bag. You were too fried to continue anything else so you figured you would just go and wait for him. Fresh air was better than whatever was coming through the office vents.

As the glass doors of the main entrance on the first floor slid open and you felt the chill of the Chicago winds hit your face, you sighed. Fresh air was definitely better.

“Y/N.”

You glanced up, your eyebrows naturally bunching together at the sound of a woman’s voice.

As your eyes met hers, you froze for a moment, your brain still processing the fact that she was here.

“Amy?” Her name slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself, even though the only emotion you were feeling at this moment was surprise. There was nothing positive or negative about it.

Amy could feel it in your voice as well. “Can we talk? I’ve missed you.”

You frowned as a cramp shot through your lower abdomen.

“I thought we were better friends than this. Low-maintenance, remember?” Amy said, and you could hear the tone in her voice, the one she used when she was upset or disappointed.

The feeling of indignation shot through you once again.

“Yeah, low maintenance, not low effort.”

Your voice was low but you didn’t let the emotion sway it. You spent years telling yourself that it was just a low-maintenance friendship, that you were both just busy, but you couldn’t ignore the way she’d reappear in front of you only when she needed your support, or when the guy she was seeing was out of town.

You glanced up at the street but hadn’t seen Jay’s car yet.

You exhaled. “Look, Amy. You have your priorities, I get it. Just don’t expect me to drop mine when you blow back into town or when your boyfriend doesn’t have time for you. It doesn’t work that way.”

You felt the cramps intensify and knew what it was. You called it “emotional cramps” with Jay, joking that as long as he kept you happy you’d be fine. Yet, here they were again. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had them in a while, you felt them more intensely now.

You put a hand on your stomach as you looked up at Amy. As expected, she had an indignant look on her face.

“How could you say that, Y/N? I know the fact that I was seeing Trevor was a sore spot with you because you weren’t seeing anyone so I didn’t want to make things harder for you. But now…”

You couldn't even respond as the pain ripped through you once again and you bent forward slightly, your knees buckling a little. You braced yourself for the impact of your knees hitting the concrete sidewalk when you felt his arms around you.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

Jay.

Amy seemed stunned for a moment before she spoke again, “It must be her…”

“Why’s it acting up?” Jay asked, his entire focus on you as you glanced up at him and quietly shook your head.

Jay glanced up at Amy. They didn’t know each other since you’d met Jay sometime after contact between you and Amy had dwindled to almost nothing. By the time you and Jay had started dating, you’d made up your mind to let go of Amy and this friendship, and it had merely nagged at you a little at the back of your mind from time to time so you hadn’t brought her up.

“Come on, we’re going to Med,” Jay said quietly, pulling you upright.

You glanced at him. “Don’t you dare carry me,” You warned.

Despite the worried look in his eyes, Jay smiled. “We’re going to Will.” He repeated, almost like he was daring you to argue.

You didn’t argue. Partly because all you wanted to do was get out of there but partly because you knew it was useless. Besides, the pain was more intense than you remembered.

Without a second glance back, Jay helped you into the car and drove off, both of you leaving Amy still standing on the sidewalk.

You knew what had triggered the attack, so after getting medication for the pain and cramping, you’d been feeling much better.

“You know I’d be feeling even better if you would stop hovering, Detective.” You said, directing the comment at your boyfriend.

Will smiled as he tapped on the iPad in his hand and glanced at his brother. “She’s fine. Her tests are normal, and it was probably just a one-off stress-related attack.”

You nodded. “I’ll follow up with my therapist, I promise.”

Will ruffled your hair affectionately and you growled because he knew you hated it.

“I’ll get the discharge started.”

Jay was quiet as he leaned over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, before you glanced back down.

“Amy’s an old friend.” You said, after a while. "At least, she was."

Jay didn’t say anything, so you continued, telling him about how Amy was when she started dating anyone, and it only progressively got worse. “And it’s not about seeing her often, you know? It’s just…”

Jay nodded. “You didn’t feel like she cared.”

You sighed quietly. “I just… it got to a point where I realized she didn’t care. I was a friend when she needed me, and when she didn’t, I just… didn’t exist. And apparently, to her, that’s me being sore.”

Jay just took your hand in his, gently stroking your fingers.

“But I just realized it was better to have no one than to be treated that way, so I just…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Jay said quietly. “Listen, someone who gives you low effort doesn’t deserve you. I don’t care who they are. Anyone who makes you feel this way doesn’t deserve even one percent of you.”

You looked up at him and smiled, a little sadness hidden behind it.

“I guess seeing her today just brought it all back, you know? And then it triggered all those emotions and then my stomach cramps decided to join the party.” You made a face.

Jay smiled quietly back at you. “But you know what? You’re not alone. At least not anymore.”

You smiled and leaned forward for a hug. Jay perched by the edge of the bed, pulling you gently into his arms and you buried your face into his shoulders, feeling his arms encircle your entire body.

“I know.” You whispered.

Jay kissed the top of your head. “Good.”

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[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

[loving08]

I Love You

Aaron Hotchner x Y/N

Summary: Y/N has been working in the BAU for a year now, she is satisfied where she is along with her crush on her Boss Aaron Hotchner, but the entry of a new person would broke her or will she be able to be with man she love.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Epilogue

The sound of knocking woke Y/N up from her sleep, rubbing her eyes Y/N got up and goes to open the door, she saw Spencer outside waiting for her with a go bag in his hand. She stepped aside to let him in and asked "Spencer what are you doing here at....uhh...3:20 am in the morning". Spencer puts his go bag on the floor and turned towards her and said "I knew you will not check your phone, we have a case, so get ready we will go together".

Y/N just nodded her head and goes to her room to get changed. Her and Spencer get along very well, working for a year in the BAU and she found herself her best friend, she and Spencer connected instantly, firstly they both were the youngest of the team, Y/N was just 21 and Spencer was 24 and just like Spencer she also has an IQ of 190, so knowledge was common factor that they connected first. she always told Spencer everything even her crush on her boss, he was the only one who knew about her feelings and kept her secret, she knew she can always go to him and he will always be there whenever she needed him.

After getting ready she goes to the living room and grabs her go bag and they both left to go to the jet directly. Upon reaching there they parked the car and go to the jet. Going inside they saw all the team members have already arrived but they both noticed a new person sitting beside Aaron hotchner, the seat that would always be occupied by Y/N was occupied by someone else, it was odd for not only Y/N but everyone else as they have all known that seat has been always occupied by Y/N so they all thought it was a little weird but didn't said anything.

Sensing eyes on himself Hotch looked up from the file and said "ah yes I forgot, this is Agent Beth Archer she is an intern, she will be working with us in this case". Everyone introduced themselves and when it was Y/N turn Beth ignored her. Y/N felt awkward and seat beside Spencer. After everyone gets comfortable Hotch turned on the tap and Garcia face appears on the screen "Hello my lovelies, how you all doing, hope good" said Garcia. Hotch looked at the tap and said "what do we have", "ohh....yeah so 3 teenagers were kidnapped yesterday afternoon in Ohio from a party they were attending. Parents didn't think too much about it since they assumed they were at the other's house spending the night, but called it in when all of their parents did not hear from them after they were dropped off. Missing is Sarah Mitchell age 15, Dantae Pitterson age 16 and Belly Pitterson age 16".

Y/N looked at the picture of the victims on her tap and said "twins I assume?", "yes and no one know where they went after the party was over". Emily tilted her head and said "okay but why are we being called in? I mean its a big deal that the teenagers are missing but maybe the kids just decided to go to somewhere or something".

"That would be a way to think about it, but this is a kidnapping because the families have received tape recordings with messages from their kids and were send notes with their bloods saying they'll be returning the kids dead bodies if they didn't give $600,000 dollars to the given account number and that they only have 48 hours to get their children's back" said Garcia. "Do we know the relationship between these kids? friends? Dating? Relatives? classmates?" JJ asked. "friends since childhood, the messages to the Pitterson's are same as Sarah's. They are working on limited time that's why we are being called for this case and the Pitterson's are very high maintenance and a well respected family, Anthony Pitterson is the volleyball coach at the local high school and Mary Pitterson is the President of the Council of Community Schools".

Y/N frowned and said "what bout Sarah's parents?", "umm...she lives with her dad Samual Mitchell, her mom Laila Mitchell died 4 years ago due to a Road accident. The Pittersons and the Mitchells knew each other from high schools and stayed friends" said Gracia. Y/N nodded her head when Morgan asked her "why you wanted to know about the Mitchells?". Y/N looked at Morgan and said "its just....there's barely anything about the Mitchells in the file and its all about the Pitterson. I just hope they realize that Sarah is missing and she is just as important as the other kids even if her father is not a big shot". This mad Morgan cough to cover his laugh but nodded his head agreeing to her statement.

Hotch grabbed his others files and said " we can ask questions when we get there, get some rest, we all be needing it".

After a while later Hotch looked at the team and said " when we reach Ohio I want Rossi and Morgan to go and interview the Pittersons, JJ, Prentiss and Archer will go talk to the kids who attended the party, Reid I want you to look at the notes and the recordings with Garcia again, and Y/N I want you to interview Mr. Mitchell". Everyone Nodded but Beth looked up at Hotch and said "can't I go with you or stay close to you, I'm not that much comfortable with everyone as I am with you so...., please" and gave him a sad look. Everyone can see what she is trying to do, Y/N and Spencer locked eyes with each other and they both shared a look. Hotch looked at Beth and said "Agent Archer I know you are not used to the team yet and because of that I assigned you with my other Agents so that you can know them better, so take this chance to know them". and with that he turned back to his files.

Y/N knows what is going on, Beth also has a crush on Hotch but for the first time she felt like maybe.....maybe he might choose Beth over her and yeah that was not a good feeling.....at all. She shook her head and decided to focus on the case not noticing the way Hotch was looking at her, the soft look that he had only for her.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BABY MAMA DRAMA PT 2

Read Part these first 1, 2, & 3 💚

Appearances by @hoodharlow once again 🤭🫶🏻

“Jackman, are we really doing this.?” Urban asks, getting into the passenger side.

“Look, I thought it was a first date thing. I didn’t know she’s been with the fucker for two years.”

“So now you know, can we stop this nonsense before it’s too late?”

He shakes his head, “No, we’re following them and I’m confronting both of them. Blanca made it sound like if was a first date and even had the nerve to say Y/N wouldn’t introduce Adrian to the guys she’s seeing, but those pictures say otherwise.”

Urban groans and sends a text to Clay to let him know he couldn’t convince Jack to back out on his plans.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting involved. You have a girlfriend at home, a crazy ass girlfriend at that.”

Jack chuckles, “Urb, you know she’s just keeping my bed warm. It’s nothing like what I felt for Y/N.”

“Obviously that wasn’t enough if you didn’t stay beside her through her pregnancy.” Urban muttered.

“Yo, are you on my side or hers?.” He asks, getting offended by what his best friend is saying.

“I’m just saying, you weren’t there, and from what I read in the comments, he was, and from the start.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, I’m Adrian’s dad and I have rights.”

Urban stays quiet and shakes his head. As much as he loves his best friend, and will forever have his back on everything and anything, he knows Jack is in the wrong whenever it comes to Adrian and Y/N.

They were currently following behind your vehicle and seeing where you would go. After twenty minutes of driving they were finally pulling into a parking lot.

Jack laughed, “The mall? This loser brought her to the mall for a date?”

“You used to take her to KFC every weekend, so relax.”

“That’s when I couldn’t afford anything else, you know she’s always been high maintenance.”

Urb chuckles, “Only because she knew what she wanted in life since we were kids. I honestly question why she stayed with your ass all those years.”

Jack smirks, “Well it probably has to do with how Adrian got here.”

They exit out of the car and follow behind you and your date, making sure to leave a little bit of distance so they don’t get caught.

“Jack we still have time to leave, don’t dig yourself into a bigger hole.”

“I’m doing this, if you want to leave go ahead.”

“Fine, I’ll tag along but if we get caught I’m blaming it all on you.”

“Yeah, yeah, come on”

Jack and Urban quickly follow behind you but make sure not to be seen.

“I thought this was a date?” Urban asks Jack, after they saw you walk into a shoe store.

Jack shrugs, “That’s what her cousin said, she probably said it just to get a reaction out of me.”

“And it worked”

************

After twenty five minutes running errands with your boyfriend, you feel like someone was following you all day long.

You turn around and notice two people ducking down and trying to hide behind a plant.

“Are you shitting me?” You exclaim

“What?”

“My dumb ass baby daddy and his best friend are following us.”

“You just noticed?”

You look at him confused “You knew?”

“Check your comments, his best friend made it obvious, plus the moment we left home, he was following behind us.”

You shake your head “I’m about to murder them” You pull out your cellphone the moment it vibrated with a text. “And look, Blanca is already texting me.”

You go ahead and text your cousin back, chuckling at what she’s saying.

“So what do you want to do babe?” Your boyfriend asks you.

“I’m about to handle his ass.”

He nods, “I’ll follow your lead, I got your back.”

You smile at him, and then turn around to walk towards Jack and Urban.

“Shit Jack I think she saw us” Urban says ducking behind a plant.

“No she didn’t, but with your loud ass she probably heard you.” Jack answers him.

“A little bit of both you idiots.” You say standing behind them.

They both turn to look at you surprised to see you there. “Honestly? This is what we’re doing? Spying.”

They both stand up. “We were here shopping too, it’s weird we ran into you.” Jack says.

You roll your eyes “I’d believe that if he.-“ you point at your man, “Hadn’t seen you the moment we left my place”

“I wouldn’t have followed if I didn’t think it was necessary.”

At that Urban groans and shakes his head. “Dude.”

“I really don’t want to know the reasons why, just drop it and go home Jack.”

“No, we need to talk.”

“About what? You said plenty under my comments, and I’m pretty sure your girl is looking for you.”

“I don’t give a shit Y/N, you owe me so let’s talk.”

You furrow your eyebrows at that, “I owe you?” You chuckle. “I don’t owe you anything.”

“Explain to me how he’s allowed into your home where my son sleeps?”

“We live together, so he’s allowed to come and go as he pleases.”

“He lives with you? With my son? What the actual fuck Y/N?. You bitched at me for doing exactly what you’re doing, how is that any different?”

“You got some nerve Jack, you really do.”

“Guys I think it’s best if you talk somewhere more private.” Urban suggests.

You take in a deep breath and shake your head. “I’m leaving, you do whatever the hell you want. Don’t follow us.” You start walking away from Jack and have a lot of different thoughts running through your head.

How dare he question you, how dare he try to act offended when he has no right whatsoever.

“Y/N”

“Jack, seriously let’s just go.”

You’re finally at the parking lot and in front of your car. Jack and Urban decided on following you yet again but you pay them no attention. All you want to do is get home and be in the safety of your privacy.

When you’re about to get into the passenger seat of the car, you feel someone tug at your arm, “Y/N, I’m trying to-“

“Don’t fucking tough her.” Your boyfriend pushes him aside and gets in front of you, glaring at Jack.

“How about you don’t touch me? I’m talking to her, the mother of my son, so kick rocks.” Jack says glaring at him too.

You roll your eyes “If you two are done trying to measure your dicks with this macho man bullshit, I’d like to go home.”

“Look Y/N, I’m trying here okay? Meet me halfway. I’m trying to understand how you can do things you bitch at me for. I’m trying to be there for Adrian and you, but you won’t let me. I just want to talk without your boy toy here.”

“See I would have believed you until that last part, stop being petty. Worry about your relationship with Adrian, that’s the only thing you should focus on.”

“Can we-“

“JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW WHAT THE FUCK?!!!!” An annoying voice comes from behind you.

“Fuck my life.” Jack says.

“What the fuck? All the shit you posted on instagram? You’re making me look like an idiot.” Heather, his girlfriend says.

“We can talk about it at home.”

“No, you had no shame talking about it on social media so talk about it now, here. You think I’m stupid?”

“A little bit.” Urban whispers but only loud enough for you to hear. You chuckle and he winks at you.

When you chuckled, that had Heather turn to look at you glaring. “Is something funny bitch?”

“Yeah, plenty of funny things.”

She rolls her eyes but turns to glare at Jack. “Neelam is mad at you too. You’re not supposed to be doing things so publicly. She’s also getting things fixed with lawyers about your son.”

“What?” Jack asks.

You furrow your eyebrows and stand straighter “What about my son?”

Heather turns around and smirks. “You’ll be served with court papers soon. You can’t keep Adrian away from Jack. But also, Neelam and I believe Jack isn’t even the dad.”

You laugh. “Oh you got jokes girl.” You turn around to get into your car but Heather once again opens her mouth. You just stand there listening to what she says, your back to her.

“Actually not joking. Sure there’s no mistaking that he looks exactly like Jack, but better safe than sorry. Start saying goodbye to him because we will take him away from you and you’ll never see him. Jack will win this battle and he will be with his son, and soon I’ll be his mommy.”

That final words has you seeing red, you don’t know what went through you but the moment she spit out those words, you turn around quickly and punch her right across her mouth.

She’s caught off guard so that has her falling on her ass, so you take that opportunity to jump on here and start punching on the girl. You feel nails scratching on your arms but you don’t stop.

You then feel hands around your waist and you’re being pulled away from her.

“Y/N calm down babe.” Your man tells you, holding you back.

“I told you, I warned you bitch. Keep my son out of your damn mouth. Mind your fucking business when it comes to my son.” You yell.

“What is going on here?” Neelams' screeching voice comes besides Jack.

You roll your eyes but don’t say anything. You then hear footsteps approaching from behind you. You turn to the side and see it’s your best friend Drea and your cousin Blanca.

“Here comes dumb and dumber.” Heather says.

Blanca turns to look at you and inspects your face and your entire body, then does the same to Heather and smirks. “Clean up that blood from your face, boo.”

She looks at you and smiles “You rocked her shit prima.” She says proudly.

“Real classy guys, seriously? Over the kid? Get over it Jack, you’ll have more kids, he’s not that special.” Neelam says.

“Say that shit again puta” Drea says getting on Neelams face.

“Everyone needs to chill the fuck out. We’re in public, in a parking lot.” Urban says.

“Whatever, I’m done here. I’m going home to my son.” You say.

“Y/N” Jack says.

You shake your head “I’m done.”

“But please-“

“Jackman drop it, let’s go home we have plenty to discuss” Heather says.

“You and Neelam need to mind your business and leave me the fuck alone.” Jack tells her yelling. He then turns to look at you again “Please let’s talk?”

You shake your head. “We’ve done plenty of talking. I’m so done.” You say and finally make it inside your car.

“Blanca, Drea let’s go.” Your boyfriend says.

Blanca and Drea are looking at each other smirking and they nod at one another.

“I’m down,” Drea says.

“Let’s do it then.” Blanca tells her.

You turn around quickly from your spot “NO DON’T” you yell, but it’s too late.

Drea punches Neelam while Blanca does the same to Jack.

“I told you to leave my cousin alone. I warned you if you came between her and Adrian that I will fuck you up. I don’t play when it comes to my family. I think it’s time you start believing me.” Blanca says staring down at Jack.

“This family is crazy.” Heather says, bending down to check on Jack.

“We really are, that’s why you should mind your business. But hey you and Jack are twins now, look at that bloody nose, really couple goals.”Blanca says rolling her eyes.

Blanca and Drea get into your car since they had ordered an Uber to get to you and you’re finally pulling away from the parking lot and make it home.

***********

“Ouch ma, that stings.” Jack says.

“It’s what you deserve honestly.” Maggie tells him, as she’s dabbing a cotton cloth on his lip and nose.

After you had left, Jack had asked Urban to drive to his moms house, leaving Heather and Neelam in the parking lot without another word.

“Mom, I don't want to hear it.”

“Don’t hear it from her, but you’ll hear it from me.”

That has Jack freezing and wishing he was at his home instead.

“Look at me and listen to me.”

Jack then looks at his dad but doesn’t say anything.

“You treated her like trash when she was pregnant. You left her behind while you partied all night, all the different girls. I never said anything because I thought once Adrian was born, you would change.” He chuckles, “Boy was I wrong, for the love of god, you didn’t even show up to his birth.”

“Dad I know-“

“Do you? Do you really know what you put her through? If you knew then you wouldn’t be making her go through all this nonsense. She left you, she left and it was for the better. Would I prefer that she stayed with you ? Yes, but once I realized you didn’t show at the hospital, I was happy when she left. Everything Adrian is, it’s because of her. She’s with him every single day, every second, from the bright mornings, to the dark nights, she’s there. Not you, and I don’t know where your mom and I went wrong, but Jackman, this isn’t healthy. Heather and Neelam being disrespectful online for everyone to see is not okay either. Y/N has done a wonderful job at raising my grandson, she has every right to be upset over the people you bring around Adrian, she has every right to make a life with Diego, he stepped up when you didn’t. It’s hurtful but it’s the reality of all this situation. You weren’t there and you can’t come into their lives after two years and try to play the role of perfect dad when you haven’t even been dad long enough.”

“Geesh, go ahead and kick me while I’m already knocked down dad.” Jack tries to joke.

“You need to hear it from me because apparently you aren’t hearing it from your circle. Change your ways, step up and be the father Adrian deserved from the start. Stop with the fighting, stop trying to be in her life just because you feel some way that she didn’t wait for you. You shouldn’t even be worried about getting her back when you should be worried about having a healthy relationship with Adrian. He should be your main priority.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do but Y/N won’t let me.”

“Boy, who are you trying to kid? She’s given you chance after chance, but you ruin them every single time. Change and be better, do better. You continue down this path then say goodbye to Adrian, because no matter if it hurts , I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

Jack is nodding “I promise to work on all of that.”

“Yo why is there a bloody napkin in the-“ Clay walks into the kitchen and looks at his older brother and at his parents.

“I’m guessing your nose met Blancas fist?” Clay asks, smirking.

Jack rolls his eyes and flips him out.

“Oh I wish I was there. But please tell me you didn’t ruin our chances at spending time with Adrian.”

Jack shrugs, “Y/N was pretty upset.”

“Dude I told you to just stay away from her, she’s finally happy again and you can’t ruin that for her again.”

“I’m starting to get that, especially if my own family keeps telling me.”

“Diego is a nice guy, Adrian loves him, there’s nothing to worry about in that situation.” Maggie says. “All Y/N has ever wanted was for Adrian to have a loving and caring family, you have the power to break it or make it possible.”

“I think I finally ruined my chances to be in his life. Today was just crazy and probably the last nail in the coffin.”

“No, just give her time.”

“How long though?”

Before anyone could answer him the doorbell rings. Clay is the one to look at the monitors and smiles. “Not long enough.”

That has Jack standing up and look at the monitors and see you standing outside his parents doorstep.

He rushes to the front door and throws it open.

“Y/N, hi.”

“Can we talk?”

*****************

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[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

24 - While I Can Think, Talk, Stand, Walk

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr / lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: general teenage angst, mentions of not eating (not related to any EDs !!), blood

Year: 2004

“Okay, just a few more steps,” Eddie said.

His hands were over Bobby’s eyes as he guided her out of the house, down the driveway. The teenager was giggling to herself, stumbling over her own feet as her father tried leading the way. Eddie peered around the girl, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, trying his best to focus.

“Nearly.” They took a few more steps as Eddie sighed in relief. “Okay, ready?”

“Yes!”

“Alright… one, two, three!” He pulled his hands away and ran to meet Steve.

“Oh my god…”

“Tada!”

The two were standing next to a brand new, navy blue BMW Beamer, arms raised with cheer. There was a bright red bow on the hood of the car—the perfect finishing touch to the teenager’s birthday gift.

“I… oh my god… thank you guys!”

She ran into their arms, crying tears of joy. Bobby had recently gotten her license and was constantly asking to borrow Eddie’s decked out Dodge Charger, over Steve’s practical Mercedes sedan. So, the couple compromised and got her a Beamer—best of both worlds.

“Now, there’s a couple rules,” Steve started. “First–”

“When can I take her for a spin?” Bobby cut him off.

“After we tell you the rules and responsibilities, okay?”

“Fine… lay them on me.”

“Okay,” Steve sighed, hands resting on his hips. “First, having a car is a big responsibility. You need to make sure all its preventative maintenance is done, like oil changes, tire rotations–”

“Yeah, okay, what else?” Bobby was practically buzzing from excitement.

“There’s going to be a curfew. You can leave as early as you need for work or school, but I expect to see you home, in the driveway, walking through that front door no later than ten, got it?”

“But dad,” she whined. “All my friends get to stay out until eleven, sometimes even later!”

“And you’ll survive coming home an hour earlier.”

“Fine,” she pouted. “What else?”

“You’re responsible for putting gas in it, got it? Pops and I will handle insurance and payments and everything, but gas is up to you. We want you saving your hard earned money, but we still want you to be responsible for something this big. Understood?”

“Yes, dad. Keys, please?”

“Here,” he smiled, handing them over.

“Ah! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She hugged them, eagerly jumping up and down.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie giggled, “just be safe, alright?”

“I will, papa. I love you guys so much!”

Bobby released herself from the hug and ran to the driver’s seat. Steve took the bow off the car, tucking it under his arm, as he waved his daughter off.

“She didn’t grab her license, did she?” Steve asked.

“Nope.”

“Her phone is probably inside too, huh?”

“Yup.”

“Whole purse?”

“Mhmm.”

“How long until you think she figures it out?”

“I give her ten minutes.”

A few days passed and Bobby had barely been home—she was taking her car out at any chance she had. The boys would be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy having a little helper go to the store, or put gas in their cars, or even have to drive her around anymore. However, it broke their heart to see their little girl so grown up.

Ever since Bobby got her car, the boys noticed she was becoming more secretive. Whenever she went out, she never explicitly said what she was doing or who she was going out with. Steve trusted that she knew was she was doing, but Eddie was constantly panicked. He was her age once—terribly sneaky and always getting into trouble (at least before dating Steve).

One day, Bobby came home right before dinner was on the table. She rushed through the corridor, dumping her bag in the hall, and trying to run up the stairs. However, her efforts were stopped by Eddie catching the hood of her sweatshirt.

“Where do you think you’re going, missy?” he asked.

“Upstairs,” she mumbled.

“Dinners gonna be ready in a few minutes.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Bobby Judas, why are you facing away from me?”

“It’s nothing, pops! Jesus Christ, leave me alone!”

“What’s going on?” Steve asked. “Bobbs, come on, dinners nearly ready.”

“I’m not hungry!” She yelled, finally facing her parents.

Their eyes widened when they finally saw their little girl—septum pierced along with bilateral nostrils. Eddie stammered as he tried to find the right words, but Steve took them right out of his mouth.

“What did you do?” Steve uttered.

“Went to the piercer…”

“How… how did you get… who signed off on parental consent?”

“I… um…”

“Um?” Eddie fumed.

“I have a fake…”

“Jesus Christ,” he sighed. “You could’ve just asked us! Honey, you know us, we would’ve said yes. B-But going behind our backs? Bug, it’s a slap in the face.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t think you guys would approve…”

“How did you expect to hid three piercings?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“Do you know how to properly take care of everything?” Steve sighed.

“Sorta…”

“Christ, okay, did the piercer tell you? Give you instructions or anything?”

“No, but Judah–”

“Ugh,” Eddie scoffed.

“What, papa? What do you have against my boyfriend?”

“Where do I start,” he seethed.

“Eddie,” Steve warned.

“He has made you rebellious and has you going behind our backs! We didn’t raise you to be like this!”

“Well, turns out, you did!”

And just like that, Steve was teleported nearly twenty years into the past. Back to one of the many arguments he had with his parents—specifically, when he stood up on Eddie’s behalf. He was sick and tired of his parents misgendering Eddie—he figured it was time to finally stand up for himself and his [now] husband. Steve had dissociated, being stuck in a memory.

“I didn’t raise a fag,” John spat.

“Well, turns out, you did,” Steve grit his teeth. “I love him. He’s not going anywhere. Get used to it.”

It wasn’t until Bobby’s yelling pulled him back into reality.

“I love him! He’s fun and older and mature. He’s everything a girl could want,” she fawned.

“How much older,” Steve asked.

“What?”

“Bobby, how old is he?”

“Only nineteen.”

“Bobby!” the two yelled.

“I knew you’d react this way! Ugh, why can’t I just be happy!”

“While you live under our roof, you live by our rules. Are we clear?” Eddie scolded.

“You guys ruin all my fun. I hate you!” She cried, running up to her room.

Tears streamed down Eddie’s face as he hit the corridor wall just enough to make the paint chip. He wiped his eyes on his sweatshirt sleeve and stormed back into the kitchen with Steve hot on his trail.

“We can’t yell at her like that,” Steve said. “It’ll only make everything worse.”

“No, I know,” Eddie sniffed. “I just… we didn’t raise her to shy away or hide from us. I-I thought we were doing a good job at forming that close bond where she could tell or ask us anything.”

“I guess not,” Steve sighed. “But think back to when you were her age… were you any better?”

“That’s what I’m afraid of, Stevie… I don’t want her to be like me.”

“Smart, pretty, and successful?” he teased.

“Shut up,” Eddie mumbled. “I’m being serious. When I was sixteen, Christ, I was getting sketchy tattoos in peoples basements. I-I was out in the woods growing my own pot and selling it to people.”

“You were what?”

“Please, I sold much worse.”

“You what?”

“What?” Eddie shrugged.

“Eds, we’ve been married for how many fucking years and you’re just now telling me you used to be a drug dealer?”

“How did you think I made my money?” He raised a brow.

“Hell, I don’t know, maybe working like a normal person‽”

“Please, when have you ever known me to be normal?”

“Touché…”

“So what’re we gonna do about Bee?” Eddie sighed.

“Eds, I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We just have to let her make her own choices and make sure she doesn’t get herself killed.”

“I miss when she was little,” Eddie pouted. “God, we were best friends. She was a mini-me—a little sidekick!”

“To be fair, Eds, she’s still a mini-you. She’s just reached that rebellious stage,” Steve shrugged. “Let her ride it out. I’m sure it’ll all work out—it did with you, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but only because I started dating the hot jock, not some dude who already graduated.”

“Ed, you were supposed to already be graduated when we started dating. You’re reading too deep into this.”

“Yes, but I was nineteen and you were eighteen. A little different than sixteen and nineteen.”

“I’m not saying I’m happy about it, but us trying to stop it is going to do more harm than good.”

“I guess you’re right… do you wanna try getting her down here for dinner? Or at least bring a plate up to her?”

“I think it’d be better if you did it, Eds.”

“Why me?”

“The tensions been a lot higher between you two than me and her.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll go try and bring her down.”

Eddie ascended the stairs and made his way to his daughter’s room. He gently knocked a few times before testing to see if the knob would turn. When it did, he let himself in. Bobby was sitting on her bed, legs clung to her chest, journal balanced atop her knees—headphone cords dangling from her ears as music blared loud enough even for Eddie to hear.

“Bobbs?” Eddie started. She glanced up, rolled her eyes, and went back to journaling. “Bobby, honey, I’m sorry.” Eddie closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of her bed. “Bee, please…”

“What do you want?” she huffed, ripping her headphones out.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“I don’t wanna hear it. Judah and I are happy.”

“No, I know, but forgive me for worrying. If you ever become a parent you’ll understand.”

“What’s the big deal? Huh? You’re older than dad!”

“Yes, honey, I know, but we were nineteen and eighteen when we started dating. We were both legal. I just worry that he’s gonna take advantage of you.”

“He’s not that stupid, and neither am I. He knows better—mainly because I think he knows you and dad would kill him,” she giggled.

“He better know,” Eddie weakly smiled. “We love you, bug, and we just want you to be happy and safe.”

“I’m a big girl, pops, you don’t need to baby me.”

“Bobby, you’ll always be my baby. Even when dad and I are old and gray, you’ll still be our baby.”

“What do you mean when?”

“Bobby Judas!” Eddie teased. “Ugh, fresh. You literally are a mini-me, Christ.”

“Oh my god, it’s almost like I came outta you.”

“You came out of me‽” Eddie jokingly gasped. “I thought I was a man!”

“Oh, shit, pops, I love you.” Bobby laughed to herself, nudging him with her foot.

“I love you too, bug. So, what’d ya say? Come downstairs for dinner?”

“I’m honestly not hungry, papa.”

“Then at least join us? Please?”

“I’ll be down in a few, okay?”

“Okay… love you.”

“I love you too.”

A few days passed, and while amends had been made, Bobby was still sneaking around, getting herself into trouble. One random evening, Steve and Eddie heard a bump in the night, jostling them awake.

“What was that?” Eddie groaned.

“Was that Bobby?”

“Probably.”

“Can you go check on her?”

“Whose night did we leave off on?”

“Eddie, that was like ten years ago. How the fuck am I supposed to remember?”

“Because you’re supposed to be the smart one here, Steven.”

“Go check on our spawn, for fuck’s sake.”

“Christ, fine.”

Eddie swung his legs out of bed and trudged down the hall. He quietly opened Bobby’s bedroom door and glanced in, not seeing his teenager anywhere, not even her bed (which did not look slept in).

“Piece of shit, stupid fucker.”

Eddie turned his head, hearing sobbing coming from the upstairs bathroom. He knocked on the door, not even waiting for an answer.

“Bee, is everything– Bobby!”

Tears pricked at Eddie’s eyes as he saw his daughter crying, blood pooling in her hands as it poured from her nose. He rushed in, panicking to help her in some way—any way.

“Bobby, wh-what happened? Did that piece of shit hit you?”

“No,” she cried. “We-We-We– god!” She sobbed hysterically.

“Just breathe, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Eddie cooed. He dampened a wash cloth as he cleaned her face.

“We broke up,” she sniffed.

“Why’re you bleeding?”

“Did you not hear me?”

“No, I did, pumpkin, and I’m sorry to hear that, but why are you bleeding?”

“I was taking my piercings out,” she frowned. “He was the one that liked them… I don’t want ‘em anymore.”

“Sweetheart…” Eddie sighed.

“What’s going on? I heard crying!” Steve panted, bursting through the threshold.

“Smooth, Harrington.”

“Shut it. Bobby, what’s wrong? You’re bleeding…”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”

“Okay, watch the fucking attitude, Eds. Bobbs, what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Papa, don’t make me repeat it,” she cried.

“I’ll explain later, Steve, just go back to bed. I’ve got it handled.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Look at me, bug…”

Eddie gingerly lifted her chin as he dabbed away at the blood staining her sore nose. She winced in pain at every passing swipe, Eddie tutting his tongue in sorrow. He couldn’t stand seeing his daughter sad—never mind in pain.

“Bee?” Eddie whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you ask us for help? O-Or wait until the morning when we could take you to a piercer to get this stuff removed?”

“I dunno, I just panicked,” she shrugged. “You wouldn’t know—you’ve never been heart broken.”

“Says who?” Eddie asked.

“Please,” Bobby scoffed. “You and dad have been together for a million years.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t date before that.”

“Wait, you… you were in love before dad?”

“Mhmm, sure was.”

“What was his name?”

“It was actually a girl.”

“Oh… I never knew you ever dated any girls.”

“Girl… just the one.”

“Does dad know?”

“Mhmm. He was actually friends with her back in high school, long before we started dating.”

“Was she pretty?”

“Oh, gorgeous,” Eddie beamed.

“Why’d you break up?”

“Well, sweetheart, I realized I wasn’t into women in that way. I was confused when I was younger—trying different things, seeing what felt right. My junior year of high school, I rekindled with this beautiful girl who I was friends with back in middle school. I knew I wasn’t straight, but I didn’t know in what way. At the time, I thought I was a lesbian… I was getting so much gender envy from all the guys, I just thought I hated men. Turns out, I wanted to be them,” Eddie chuckled. “But, before she joined the cheer squad and became popular, we briefly dated, and yeah… the rest is history.”

“And you loved her?”

“I adored her, honey. I loved her as a person, and I honestly kick myself for not keeping in touch after the breakup.”

“Was it mutual?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “We realized we were different and not what we wanted. We were both heartbroken, sure, but we still loved each other.”

“That’s so… bittersweet…”

“Sure was,” Eddie whispered.

Eddie eased out the remainder of her fresh piercings, throwing them haphazardly in the trash. He finished cleaning up Bobby’s face and hands before running to get her a clean pair of pajamas. After she changed, she headed back to the bathroom to take off the rest of her makeup. Eddie took it upon himself to undo her ponytail and brush out her fried hair.

“Thanks, papa,” she sighed.

“Anytime, bug.”

“Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“Actually, never mind, it’s stupid.”

“No, what’s up?”

“How did you know you loved dad?”

“I just knew,” he beamed. “I can’t really explain it. I knew I loved him pretty early on, but I never said it until about six months in.”

“What made you finally say it?”

“Well…” Eddie’s cheeks burned red, thinking back to the night him and his husband confessed their love.

“Oh, fuck, Steve. Shit, I love you so fucking much,” Eddie babbled.

“I love you too, baby,” Steve huffed, trying to hold out for Eddie. “You feel so fucking good, god. So tight, so wet—all for me.”

“All for you,” Eddie whined. “God, please, Steve!”

“Pops?”

“Hmm?” Eddie’s eyes widened, pulling himself back into reality.

“What made you say it?”

“Just… how sweet and understanding he was when I came out.”

“What made you come out to him?”

“He was upset our relationship wasn’t progressing the way he had hoped. He started asking if there was a problem with him and he got all worked up. I couldn’t hide from him anymore so I showed him my bandages–”

“From top surgery?”

“No, no, that wasn’t until a year or so later. I mean, I used to use ace bandages to bind my chest down. But he took them off, cared for me, and has loved me unconditionally ever since.”

“If that never happened, would you have ever come out to him?”

“It’s hard to say, honestly. I was afraid of losing him.”

“But why would you want to be with someone who wouldn’t love you for you?”

“You never knew him in high school,” Eddie chuckled. “God, did you know, dad initially wanted upwards of six kids. Six, Bobby!”

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it once or twice,” she giggled.

“I know, but I still can’t get over it! Regardless… I loved him so much that, if I never came out, lord, I would’ve popped all six out for him. I would’ve been miserable, but if he was happy, that’s all I cared about.”

“That seems toxic…”

“It would be if he didn’t love me back or didn’t compromise. But alas, he did, and he just wants to see me happy too. Seeing me happy was just having you,” he smiled. “That’s called loving someone unconditionally… all their beauty and all their flaws.”

He continued brushing through her hair, grabbing the numerous products Steve bought for her, and properly pampered her hair. Bobby closed her eyes and sighed contently. She knew this is what love was supposed to be—someone to always be there for you, care for you, and accept you no matter what; all your beauty, and all your flaws.

“Papa?”

“Yes, bug?”

“You said you would’ve been miserable with multiple kids.”

“Mhmm.”

“Did you ever think you were gonna be miserable with me?”

“Oh, god, yes. Bobby, I was petrified when I found out I was pregnant. I was terrified that I wouldn’t love you, or that you wouldn’t love me. Thankfully, dad knocked some sense into me.”

“How so?”

“He said something along the lines of people who worry about not loving someone often already love them more than they know.”

“And?”

“Wouldn’t ya know it—I love you more than life itself,” Eddie beamed. “You’re a good kid, Bee. Dad and I are proud of you… we always will be…”

“Thanks, papa,” she whispered. “Sorry I’ve been a pain in the ass…”

“Eh, it’s alright. You’re a teenager—we’ve all had our moments. Okay…” Eddie whispered, tongue poked out in concentration as he tied Bobby’s hair into a braid. “And done! Get to bed, love bug. You have school in the morning.”

“Alright, pops. I love you.”

“I love you too—sleep well.”

Despite the boys’ best efforts, Bobby was still sneaking around. Steve and Eddie considered different forms of discipline, but they realized that would only make everything worse. Instead, they decided to try the opposite—play into it—let her know that they knew her every move.

“Bobbs! Dinner!” Steve called.

“Not hungry!”

“Bobby Judas, please come down and try to eat something!”

“I said I’m not hungry!”

“Bobby!” Eddie warned. “Get down here!”

“What’re you doing?” Steve whispered.

“Getting the spawn to eat.”

The boys heard the thumping of their child trudging down the stairs. She stood on the landing, arms crossed, hip jutted out against the banister. She raised a brow as she tapped her foot impatiently.

“What?” she snapped.

“Okay, cut the attitude, missy. Come sit down with us,” Eddie said.

“I told you, I’m not hungry.”

“That’s fine, just sit with us.”

“But I have to work on my campaign.”

“I’m sorry, your what?” Steve asked.

“You heard me.”

“While I’m so proud of you, join your father and I for dinner. If you eat, I’ll help you out and we’ll make a one-shot that is so hard and so sadistic, not even I’ll be able to beat it.”

“Shit, fine.”

She hopped down the few remaining stairs and pulled a seat up at the dining table. She grabbed a plate and a glass of water and took her usual spot between her fathers. She started shoveling the meal down her throat, trying to clear the table as quick as she could.

“So, how was school?” Steve asked, trying to start up a conversation.

“Fine,” Bobby mumbled.

“How’s your nose?” Eddie added.

“Fine.”

“Bee–”

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” She shoved the last remaining bits of food in her mouth before standing up. “Thanks for dinner. Bye.”

“Bobby–”

“Dad–”

“Sit, for fucks sake. We miss you, pumpkin. Talk to us.”

“Christ, fine.”

She slumped back down, crossing her arms in protest.

“So how’s school?” Steve asked again.

“It’s fine, seriously.”

“Meds working out okay?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You’re focusing okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“None of your friends are asking for your Adderall, right?”

“Some do.”

“You don’t… you don’t give it to them though, right?” Steve stuttered. “I love your father, but I don’t want you being like him.”

“Hey– eh, you’re right,” Eddie shrugged.

“No, I don’t give it to them.”

“You promise?”

“I swear, dad. I literally need it to function in school. I’m not about to just give it away or sell it. Plus, if I need money for something, I’ll just ask papa.”

“Okay… I believe you…” Steve sighed.

“So what’re you working on in your campaign?” Eddie asked with a mouth full of food.

“Christ, I thought you’d never ask!”

Bobby got lost in her story telling, speaking to her fathers more than she had in the past month. By the time she was done explaining her campaign, Steve was already cleaning up the mess from dinner. Eddie placed a kiss on Bobby’s head and joined his husband, helping him tidy up. Bobby peered in, smirking to herself as she quietly grabbed her car keys.

“I’m going to bed,” she called.

“Night, bug,” Eddie said. “We love you.”

“Love you too.”

She ran upstairs, locking her bedroom door behind her. She grabbed an array of pillows and clothes and stuffed them under her blanket to match the shape of her sleeping body. The young girl popped open her window and scaled down the front of her house like she had done many times before.

Bobby briefly fumbled with her keys, unlocking her car with the main key so her parents wouldn’t hear the alarm go off. She buckled herself in and started the engine, eager to drive off into the nothingness of Hawkins. As she tuned her radio to the desired station, she heard a voice echo from the backseat.

“Where are we going?”

“Ah!” She screamed.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Bobby?” Eddie asked.

“Sorry…” She whispered.

“Be home by twelve or I’m sending dad to come and get you.”

“But he’ll embarrass me!”

“Yeah, exactly.” Eddie got out of the car, leaning in through the window. “Just be safe, kiddo, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Please don’t hurt yourself or get into any trouble.”

“I know.”

“Dad and I love you and we hate that you’re becoming distant from us… I know we’re lame and everything but… but we miss you, Bee…”

“I’m sorry, papa. I love you guys too. It’s just, I’m not a little girl anymore. I wanna go out and have fun and do my own thing.”

“I understand,” he sighed. “All we ask is have dinner with us, alright?”

“Fine.”

“And don’t end up like me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Bobbs, I was a sneaky, rebellious drug dealer who was held back three times. Go out and party and do whatever kids your age do. But for the love of god… don’t end up like me. Talk to us. Ask us for help. We’ll always be here for you… we want to be there for you…”

“I know… I’m sorry, papa…”

“It’s okay.” He kissed her cheek and hugged her as tight as he could through the window. “Just be safe. You call us if you need us. No questions asked.”

“Okay, pops,” she giggled.

“Bye, pumpkin.”

“Bye, papa. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“No later than midnight!”

“I know, I know.”

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crossover request.

Alastor is the adoptive father of Moxxies Mother Eloise and made a soul deal with her when she moved away. Years later he meets Moxxie thinking he’s Crimson.

--

Alastor.. never really thought he'd be a father. He did regret not leaving his mother any grandchildren after he died, but.. courting a woman hadn't even been on his mind at the time - a creole man making it on to radio, including his extracurriculars.. not a moment to spare.

But here, in hell, he had all the time. As well as a new little one to spend it on. A little baby imp he'd plucked up after an extermination, who's parents had been killed. Little lady had plenty of moxie, fussing against him at first when he'd plucked her up. Only to relax into his arms after a moment.

"My, my.. what a strong little lady you are." Alastor said, now at home and giving the baby a bottle. "Quite the spirit." As he watched her drink, he smiled. "I think I'll call you Eloise. Yes, a fine name for a wonderful little lady."

Okay, so maybe - just maybe - impulsively adopting a baby girl was a bad idea. But.. consider.. Alastor actually had an itch to scratch with his feelings of not having children before death.

He made sure Eloise had everything she needed to succeed in life, teaching her to be a proper lady, and even teaching her some of her grandmother's recipes- not pass them, the memories of his mother, along to his child?? Alastor would rather die again, thanks.

Teaching her to dance, how to speak French, that Jazz was superior music and radio was the best medium to express oneself. It was perfect. And she taught him things too. Patience, happiness, love, every little lesson a parent needed.

The day Eloise brought Crimson home? Alastor nearly waged war upon the demon imp. Nearly. He knew what a sleazeball was, how they acted, and tried to discreetly warn his daughter. But.. Eloise was as stubborn as him, curses. And, one day..

"I'm going to marry him, and move to the Wrath ring. Regardless of if you approve or not, daddy." She said to him, the day before she left actually.

Well.. "I expected this.." Alastor produced a radio and a contract. "This radio belonged to your grandmother, princesse." As Eloise took the radio in her arms, he continued. "It should still pick up my broadcasts, should you want to hear me."

"Oh daddy." Eloise looked from the radio to Alastor, a smile and tears in her eyes. She then noticed the contract, "daddy? What's that for?"

"This, princesse, will let me know how you're doing and if you should need me." Alastor said.

Eloise laughed softly. "Oh daddy, I'll be okay." She smile, signing it anyway. "But I'll sign it, just because I love you."

Alastor smiled, dropping to his knees to pull his daughter into a hug. "Oh, my petite princesse." He kissed her forehead. "I'll keep your favorite station going, always playing your favorites. Day and night."

"Merci papa." The red imp gave her father a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

"Soyez en sécurité maintenant." Alastor said as he stood up. "Don't make me break all the rings to come find you, princesse."

"I promise I won't, daddy." Eloise said, tears running down her face as she smiled. "Smile daddy, I won't have you without one on the day I leave."

Alastor honored her wish, smiling as she turned and left the house, went off the small porch, and to Crimson's waiting car. He stood and watched them drive off, staying put for hours, before he made his way to the attic for his radio show.

--

Moxxie always listened to his mother, and well.. with his mother. To the old radio that belonged to his great-grandmother. To the station that was always playing.

Sometimes there would be a voice on the station, a soft one who introduced songs or told jokes that were obviously dated, dad jokes.

Moxxie, an observant tot, noticed his mother would always laugh at each one. "Maman, why are you laughing? Those jokes aren't even funny."

"Oh Moxxie, bebe, I forgot. You know this voice on the radio?" Eloise was ashamed of herself, pulling Moxxie onto her lap.

Moxxie nodded. "Yeah.."

"Well, that's your grandfather. He works in radio." Eloise said with a smile.

"Why don't we see him?" Moxxie asked, looking up at his mother.

"Well, bebe.. he and your daddy don't get along. And he doesn't live in Wrath."

"Where does he live?"

"He lives, and don't ever tell your daddy I told you, in the Pride ring."

Moxxie's eyes widened. "He's a mortal?" Even toddlers knew only Mortal Sinners existed on Pride.

Eloise nodded. "Hmm. But he's such a sweet an' loving man." Her smile softened. "I hope we can visit him, one of these days. He'll love you."

Moxxie nodded with a smile. He hoped so. His grandfather sounded nice!

--

The day Alastor felt the contract break - was a dark day indeed. He saw the contract break into bits, and so did his heart. He sobbed in front of the fireplace.

"I- I'm going to kill you, Crimson! Mark my words! You'll be a dead imp when I find you!"

--

Moxxie, now a teenager, curled on his mother's chair. He held the radio, tears in his eyes. There was no music. No voice. No static. There was silence.

"Grandpa.. I- I need to hear your voice.. please.." Moxxie sobbed, clutching the radio tighter.

--

Millie looked at the old radio that her husband had on the coffee table. It had been there since she had moved in, since they got married..

This thing never worked. Just sat there. It was so old. To the point the whole thing was hanging on to a former shell of its glory with duct tape and hope. Moxxie's hope. For what? He never explained. He always just told her it was and heirloom - his great-grandmother had it, his grandfather passed it to his mother, and now it was his.

She jumped when Moxxie called in from the kitchen. "Millie! The beignets are ready!" The mysteries of the radio could wait. It's beignet time!

--

It was Blitz's idea. To go to the Pride Ring. Where there were sinners and debauchery and.. well, it wasn't all that different from Imp City.

Oh! Moxxie had an idea!

He heard the Radio Demon was back. Maybe- just maybe.. he could get his mother's radio back to working order! Maybe he knew his grandfather! He carefully packed the radio, and a photo of his mother, into his backpack before they had to leave.

--

"Hey Al? Um.. who's this?" Alastor had been sitting in his chair, whilst everyone was watching a movie, looking at an old scrapbook. And Charlie had seen one of the pictures.

"This is my daughter." He admitted, smiling as he looked at the picture she had sent him of her wedding to that bastard Crimson - his half was ripped off, by Alastor when that photo arrived.

"No fuckin' way!" Angel was now paying attention.

Alastor nodded, turning the pages to the beginning before flippping the book to show them.

"My daughter, Eloise." He gave them a few seconds to look before flipping the page. "I found her after an extermination."

Charlie cooed at a photo of the little black haired imp with her hair in two puffs while she wore a pink spring dress. "She's so cute!"

"She.. she was my whole world.." Alastor said, his voice heavy, as this was too much. "I.. I'm sorry, I.." he closed the book, and pulled it back to his chest, covering his eyes with one hand as he sobbed.

Lucifer appeared on the arm of his chair, giving the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Antlers.. I- I didn't.. I'm sorry, for your loss."

"Alastor.." Vaggie stood up, concerned.

"She- she was taken.. b- by that fucker!" Alastor spoke through his radio, even that was affected.

"Who? Tell me whos I gotta kill fer hurtin' my buddy's familia!" Angel stood up with a 12 gauge in hand - where the hell did he.. nevermind.

"C-"

There was the slamming open of a door.

"Sir!"

"Shut it, Moxxie! You were the one who wanted to see if the Radio Demon was here!"

"Oh.. adoring fans, I see." Hold the fucking phone! The radio and book were gone, and Alastor was back to normal. Fucking psycho. "Come, chums." He instructed, and everyone else just went along with it, "let us greet these wayward.."

There were three red imps standing there. One had large horns, another had black hair and the final one had white hair.

"Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" Charlie greeted the imps. "I don't know how far imps will get, as it's a first for everyone, but-"

"Whoa! Whoa, lady.. look, we don't want your shitty happy hotel shit." Said the tallest imp.

"Mister Blitz, sir!" The black haired imp scolded. "That's the princess!"

The white haired one spoke up. "Um, what my boss," he gestured to the tallest imp, "and my wife Millie," he took the hand of the black haired imp and kissed it, "mean is.. we're looking for the Radio Demon. See.." He removed his backpack and pulled out the busted radio - only to get attacked by a tendril, dropping the radio and breaking it even further, pinning him to the wall and choking him.

Alastor's eyes were black voids, with radio dials in the center, his teeth flashing as he spoke. "W̸̩̟̋h̷̼͕̆̉ÿ̵̩̣͘ ̶̹͊ḏ̷͛̓o̶̫̽ ̸͓̍̄ͅŷ̶̯̖͠o̸͔͝ṵ̴̮͂ ̶͖̀h̸̗͆a̷̮͓͛v̷̧̌é̴̻̊ ̸̞͝͠m̴̧̰͊̀y̷͔̔̒ ̵̰̲̀̆d̷͔̒͜͝a̸͓̔̂ū̴̱̆g̴̱̈́h̴͚̺̅̅t̶͉͇͗̏e̶̱̽r̴̺̙̃̄'̴͉͋̕s̴̖͌͒ ̴̬̌r̸̗͕̊͝ǎ̵͕̈ͅd̴͈̳̿i̵̯̎̀o̴̫͇̾?"

"It-" Moxxie coughed. "It was my mother's.." he gasped for air, and was ripped from the wall by the tentacle to be face to face with the demon. "M- my dad i- is Crimson.. E- Eloise w- was my mother.." he could barely breath, his vision was failing.

"Drop him!" Blitz pulled out a rifle, sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling, at the same timd Millie pulled out hers.

"Al!" Charlie tried to calm him down. "Look at him, do you see anything of your daughter in him?"

Alastor was quiet, staring at the demon, before dropping him.

Moxxie coughed, wiping tears from his eyes as he rubbed his eyes. "M- Mom said.. said you worked in radio.. d- didn't think.. you know, sir.."

"Drink." Alastor handed the imp a glass of water, which he drank from.

"What in the world is the matter with you!?" Millie kept her gun trained on Alastor as she walked to her husband, the deer backing away to allow her space.

"You probably just want this," he snapped his fingers, and the radio repaired itself, "fixed and to go about your business-!"

A white shape that was snarling and snapping attacked Alastor. As the hellhound scratched and bit him, Alastor screeched like the seven circles of hell were ripping him apart.

"Loona! Stop!" Moxxie grabbed the gun and shot it into the ceiling. Granted, that made him dizzy from moving so fast, but he had more important things to worry about.

Loona, surprised by the noise, backed up. She kept her eyes on the Radio Demon, snarling as she moved back to her dad.

"Mox! He almost killed- whoa whoa!" Blitz dropped his gun.

"I don't blame my grandfather for that. I look like my dad, and I wish I looked more like my mom.." Moxxie said, lowering the shotgun.

"You have her spirit, kid. You got moxie, in spades, even." Alastor joked, making everyone save for Moxxie groan, sitting up. He offered him a hand. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. Alastor, pleasure to meet-"

Moxxie dropped the gun, turned around and hugged the man, who hugged him back. "You hug like her. I missed her hugs.." he sobbed. "I- I missed hearing your jokes on the radio.. e- even if you weren't in my life, I- I still-" his choked on a sob.

Alastor hugged the little imp close. "Oh, non, non.. grandpa's here. I've got you, mon petite prince."

After watching this for a few minutes - not a soul on either side of the room spoke - Moxxie and Alastor separated.

"Let's start over." Moxxie said with a smile, before clearing his throat and holding out a hand. "My name's Moxxie, pleasure to meet all of you. Truly a pleasure."

[onlineproblems]

the goings-on

my brother has to have aortic valve replacement surgery within the year, which is hella expensive and particularly dangerous for him as he already has a condition that could cause a brain bleed if there's a negative interaction from a prosthetic valve. regardless of what solution they come to, it's going to be hella expensive. he's in his 20s and in my parents' care full-time.

m starts a new job in a week, after his previous company went belly-up. i myself am getting a new boss since my current boss is moving to a different department, and it is not the person i hoped for. this is disappointing. but i will cope.

mom changed her relationship status on facebook, so evidently she's serious with this guy. I'm sure this is wreaking havoc on my dad's psyche. i don't particularly care that she's dating someone, but the whole divorce drama has been so annoying and she's so annoying and every reminder is jarring to my otherwise relatively peaceful existence.

i have like 6 months of medication left if i keep to the minimum dose (ive been taking 1/2 the starting dose actually), but i really really hope i can get my neuro to try to authorize a refill before then. insurance has been playing tag with me for months and it fucking suuuuucks. i'm almost not disabled when im on the normal dosage, and its been hard to adjust back to being....well, disabled. having to be super-conscious of what i eat and do, struggling with things that haven't been a struggle for years. like not since college.

Things are not bad, but they could be better.

I'm enjoying my creative outlets and find myself easily putting aside screen-centered activities in favor of reading, writing, drawing, being outside, hanging out and talking with people. I think my anxiety and ADHD treatments are finally at an optimal place.

Making friends has been hard, but in the past year I've put effort in and it's paying off. All the weirdness and awkwardness at the beginning fades away and you fall into a natural rhythm. I wouldn't say I have *close* friends among them yet, but they're good friends. And that's a huge change from a couple years ago when I had like two or three people to occasionally talk to.

I'm more confident, more assured in my capabilities, less concerned with my so-called shortcomings, and happier in general. I am better at establishing boundaries (though I can always improve). I nurture the relationships that nurture me.

My goals include taking random classes on whatever interests me, learning basic first aid, how to fix common car problems, and deal with household maintenance like fixing simple utilities, repairs, etc. I want to get out of my comfort zone more and interact with people I'm not familiar with. A different culture, a different perspective, different interests. I'd love to have someone to practice German with. It's not motivating to learn it alone.

Okay, that's all.

[candykid16]

Oc Approaching!

Say hello to my Rabbids invasion oc, Dr.RoseGold!

She is beauty, brawn, and brains all in one woman. As you can probably tell, she is indeed a very brilliant scientist with a style of a combination between modern-victorian, steampunk, and futuristic.

She is stupid-rich, so she owns a massive modern-victorian manor, which is a cover-up for her laboratory. All of her servants are robots that she constructed herself, and she even programmed her car to drive on its own.

Personality wise: Using her natural beauty to her advantage, she is highly flirtatious and sassy. She is also moderately self-absorbed when it comes to the maintenance of her reputation. She is extremely defensive when a man tries to seduce her and expects her to say yes, and she’ll instantly beat him so bad he may be hospitalized. So yeah… she has serious anxiety with men. But at least her beauty is a good advantage to her in a lot of ways.

Story wise: In context, She steps out of her car, and walks into a large prison. She’s there to free Otto Torx. She manages to bail him out with ease thanks to her wealth and obnoxious flirting. Why is Rose doing this? She saw some similarities with him despite their different reasons. And despite her anxiety regarding men, she decides to take him back to her mansion as her right hand. She promises him the recognition he desires, and so he agrees.

Backstory: Rose grew up in an area where a woman’s only purpose was to “listen and obey”; the women could never refuse their husbands’ wishes, otherwise they’d be either horribly abused or dead even. Before her love for robotics, Rose’s main goal was to leave her messed up home town, and find a decent man who respected her, however she was the most unfortunate because she was born naturally beautiful. With love, she was simply fooled three times by 3 different men: one she dated in high school, one she nearly married, and one she DID marry, the main desire they all wanted from her was her own body. In the end, she always got used up. And whether she was, or if she told a man “no”, she was easily blamed for everything any man would do to her, including her own mother. One day she decided to take action in her own hands. As she saw the robotics classes, she was willing to take part, but no one ever took her seriously, or even allowed her to study in the subject. Their main excuse was “You shouldn’t have to waist your pretty face on such labor”. Which just aggravated her! And so she vowed that she would show the world that she was more than just a pretty face. So she ended up educating herself with robotics; she even quizzed herself a lot. Over time, she got really good at it and became a genius technician. 5 years later, she land a mechanic’s job and then after another decade(10 years), she grew wealthy employing herself as the scientist she is now.

Here’s a few more facts about Dr.RoseGold:

She travels quite often and fills her manor with souvenirs.

She has a prosthetic left leg, she just hides it under her stockings.

She has heterochromia; her right eye is caramel brown and her left is a royal blue.

She had a German mother and a Italian father.

Her Real name is Rosita Golfeather, she mainly prefers for people to call her Rose while she’s not working.

She enjoys being annoying to Otto because, why not?

She of course hates rabbids, but she believes they can come to her advantage.

She is a master hacker with all sorts of computer systems.

Whenever she needs new materials she goes out at night and loots them from many different places from time to time.

When she works she often wears her hair in a rose-shaped bun. Like this kinda:

[aajjks]

heyoooo 😁💕 i wonder if jungkook noticed that? 👀

BC!JK

“a gift? jungkook, you shouldn’t have” you tell him and as the servants is walking in you and jihye are shocked to see the tiffany and co. shopping bag while jaehan just quietly watches you from across the table. he doesn’t know why but it’s so hard to keep his eyes off of you especially when you smile like that.

“tiffany diamonds?! since when do you go shopping for women?” jihye says clearly irritated at her son gifting you such expensive jewelry when he’s never bought her such things but jungkook pays neither his mother or father any mind. his attention is focused on your shocked face when the bag in placed in your hands.

no one has ever bought anything high maintenance for you. you’re sure this gift is like buying bubblegum to jungkook but in your eyes, it’s like buying a car. you can’t even bring yourself to open the back and look to see what’s in the box and after jungkook’s request for you to wear it, you’re sure it’s either a necklace, bracelet, or maybe earrings.

“jungkook, i-i can’t wear this. oh my, why would you buy this for me?” you gasp but it’s simple; he loves you. he’s so in love with you.

“open it, dear” jaehan instructs you and like the obedient girl you are, you hesitantly open the bag and take a look inside of the box.

you’re such a good girl…

“jungkook~” you pout as you take a closer look at the silver necklace with two heart tags, one pink and one silver. obviously the two hearts symbolize yours and his and you find it really cute. maybe it’s you who should be taking him out on a date instead of vise versa.

first, your pet cat sage who you abandoned and now a tiffany & co. necklace. you’re beginning to realize that jungkook’s love language is through gifts.

expensive gifts.

“i love it, jungkook. thank you so much” you say as you get up to give jungkook a hug. your arms wrapping securely around his neck with his hands wrap around your waist to pull you into a tight hug. without your knowledge however, jaehan’s eyes slowly travel from your shoulders to your waist to your ass and finally your smooth legs.

you’re such a treat and selfishly, his son wants you all to himself.

“why don’t you put it on her, son?” jaehan suggests as the maids take his and jihye’s plates to the kitchen for them to be cleaned.

“yeah? why don’t you, lover boy? o-of course that’s if you want to, heh heh”

Did you just call him loverboy?

Well he is your lover boy. You are his love after all. So, without wasting another moment, he takes out the necklace from the velvet box and he’s putting it on you.

The truth is that this is actually reminding him of that one scene in Titanic, but he’s going to make sure that he ends up with you. Jungkook smirks when he feels the eyes of his parents on the both of you.

It’s so crazy how you have gathered his parents attention, you are truly magnetic. He wants to touch the curve of your collarbone but maybe right right now it’s not the right time he doesn’t want to creep you out.

He has already kissed you without your permission, and that caused him your upcoming relationship, so he’s going to keep his hormones in check just in case. They are fixated with the way he’s putting on the necklace so delicately on you like you’re made of glass.

To him you are really precious. He’s known you for so long… almost 10 years. He knows you are a very sensitive and pure soul

He has to treat you with patience and unconditional love. He wants to be with you forever. Eunwoo was honestly dumb enough to fuck it all up with you, but Jungkook is not.

Not anymore at least.

He is a man and he’s going to show you that-actions speak louder than words after all. “Ahhh turn around angel?” He whispers near your ear. And you slyly turn around, tilting your head while he gives you space.

It’s so amazing how his parents are speechless right now.

His father definitely knows that he found his future daughter-in-law, at least, Jungkook hopes. His mother might take some time to accept you, but she has to ultimately.

And even if she doesn’t, who gives a fuck?

“My my yn….” as soon as you look at him and he’s got a clear view of the necklace on your neck at the front, Jungkooks breath hitches in his throat, it is so perfect.

It is perfect on the skin of your neck, it’s like it was made for you. “W-Wow yn… it’s perfect. Please wear it daily if you can and it’s not even that expensive I know you don’t like expensive things” jungkook claps his hands,

And then he makes sure that you sit down on the table once again, of course, he’s already in a hurry to get you all alone himself so he can take you home and maybe romance with you a little without his parents third wheeling.

But you have to eat the dessert.

“Come on yn let us finish the dessert and then I’ll take you home as promised!”

[crows-and-cookies]

List of very Ohio things, from a person who got out

-I remember my friend not in Ohio was complaining about having to move a couch to goodwill to get rid of it and I said ‘why? Just burn it, it’ll be a good Saturday night’ and the other guy there who went to college in Ohio pulled me aside and was like ‘yo you��re right but they don’t do that anywhere but rural Ohio’. Absurd to me, because if there’s a bit of weed in the couch cushions it makes for even more fun

-I had a job once that part of it was that we all willingly touched an electrical fence to make sure it was on, daily

-The county I went to college in has an incredibly specific cryptid called ‘the grassman’, and he’s an alien who crash landed in the fields and now wanders from field to field looking for a home. He’s so tall one step gets him to a center line, and he is very shadowy. I purposefully took pre-6 AM shifts at work in an attempt to see him. I knew at least 2 people who had seen him.

-when I was a maintenance worker I used to have to clean coke out the bathrooms

-orange fluff

-sweeper instead of vacuum

-the sheer amount of presidents from our state. Rise up William McKinley gang

-one time the marine ecology lab at school finished their experiment on black carp predation rates and…we went and caught some blue gill and had a fish fry with all the fish

-I distinctly remember being taught about crop rotation and fallow fields in elementary school

-I used to be late to class because of getting stuck behind the Amish buggy’s. They always had McDonalds

-in high school people and whole school buses would be late if a certain train came a little early and you were a little late

-additionally, our morning announcements in middle school told us daily not to walk on the train tracks

-in college, I lived at one of the properties I worked at, and it had horse barns. Someone broke in to get horse tranquilizers to cut meth with. I started locking my door obsessively after that.

-trailer park boy I dated with the automatic rifle next to his bed and the handgun in his kitchen cupboard

-there were no e-checks or anything on our cars. My current car has two vin numbers.

-I was once registered to vote under two different names (one a misspelling)

-we ALWAYS voted in a church

-my roommate was trying to pass some guy in a truck on a country road and he grabbed his shotgun and stuck it out the window and waved it around to intimidate her

-rent was $575 for a two bedroom, split level apartment. My landlady’s husband was racist towards Italians.

-the whole place is a fucking food desert. Did you know green grapes aren’t supposed to be sour?

-if you pull out cash you can buy most anything and also sometimes haggle, which is not the case where I live now

-people stop and ask for directions all the time

-you DO NOT eat fish from Lake Erie, and honestly I had a healthy fear of sushi before I moved out of state

-football is the only sport that matters.

-in a lot of places Uber, Lyft, or delivery services are still really lacking, they’re like 10 years behind

-everyone thinks I’m a great naturalist, and I am, but also I grew up in Ohio and there is so much more green space there it’s laughable here where it’s urban what people think is biodiversity

-my brothers jokingly taught me to handle snow by using the e-brake and I drove like that for 4 years before someone told me it wasn’t safe. I never got into an accident and was really good at drifting

-one time my friend ran into my math class and said ‘we need Crow!’ And I just got up and left and we left school property and it was because a swan was in the middle of the road blocking traffic

-I was literally never given a sex talk. Ever. The school was confused and appalled by the number of pregnant girls we had.

-Cuyahoga river caught on fire 14 times, and everyone thinks it’s very funny

[motoinjuryjournal]

May 19th 2024. A sunny Sunday after 17:00. A 17 years old suicidal white male was speeding inside of the city with his dad's Ford F-150. He ignored a red light, ran thru the intersection where I was stopping at.

I was on my SR250. I had purchased the bike for my wife as a Valentine's day gift on the first year we were dating. She didn't like to ride the single cylinder bike so it became my commuter bike. I had been riding the bike for over 10 years. I did all the maintenance and customization on the bike whole time I had the bike.

I was just starting to move forward at the intersection as the light turned green. Then the kid clipped my front end. I felt tremendous violent force slamming me into the side of his cab. The familiar yet devastating impact that you only get when you were in a car/ motorcycle wreck. My first thought was "Why? I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't speeding like those dumb ass bikers. I was riding carefully like I always had been. " Later I was told the kid was going about 80-100mph at the time of the impact. There's no way I could have seen the truck coming. He did lose control after he hit me then ran into a garage of a residence then stopped. I assumed he would have kept going otherwise. He obviously had no concern for my life. He was arrested there, I have heard.

After I was stuck, I lost consciousness beliefly. However I managed to get up. Tried to find my motorcycle. My right ankle and knee were broken so I fell down again as soon as I put weight on my right leg.

Then people gathered around me trying to help. Told me not to move and such. I was probably in the greatest pain I have ever experienced. I writhed in pain but was held on tight by those samaritans. At the time, I really understood people who take their own lives due to unmanageable physical pain; I wanted to end the pain so much that I didn't care to survive. It was that painful.

Soon after, I was transferred to st. Frances hospital. I asked EMT to call my wife to let her know what happened to me. When I got to the hospital, they worked on me tirelessly. I was in great pain my face was locked with grimace and I breathed through gritted teeth.

I was asked many questions. I answered them best I could. Police was there to question me as well. I answered them while I was in great pain. They gave me something for the pain but I was still in a lot of pain and very uncomfortable.

I was very thirsty, I was told that it's from the painkiller. Medical staff were reluctant to give me water as they might decide to operate on me.

It didn't happen. I was moved to other rooms and was united with my wife, who was able to give me some water. A sheriff deputy stopped by to fill me in. What kind of shape my bike was in and such. I was in so much pain that I could hardly pay attention but I do remember he said that he was glad I had motorcycle license. I guess many of them don't have MC license. And another thing I remember was that told to document what I went through.

Thus this blog.

[eva-knits12]

Colin's Halloween Emergency

Trigger warning: Halloween, puking, ER visit, appendectomy, fluff

Summary: Colin and Eva celebrate Halloween as a couple. Unfortunately, Colin has to go the ER and gets emergency surgery.

I wake up, only to see the bathroom light on, and Colin's head in the toilet. I go next to him, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Colin, why didn't tell me you've been sick?" I ask.

"Eva, my sweet honey, it's just the stomach-BLARGH!" Colin throws up again. I feel his forehead.

"Colin, you're burning up. Call in sick. I'll work from home. You're in no condition to be around the kids," I say.

Colin looks pale, he has a gig tonight at his favorite dive bar, and he is not going. After a while, I help him brush his teeth, and get him back to bed. I cover him, and then I go to make him some dry toast and some peppermint tea to help settle his stomach.

I'll have to go to the supermarket later, and get some crackers, chicken soup, ginger ale, and some Pepto-Bismol. I text his bandmates and explain the situation. Even they agreed that Colin was too sick to play tonight, and he loved music.

Colin looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. He has a smile on his face, and he looks almost boyish. I leave his phone on in case someone calls. We were also supposed to go my brother's Halloween Party, but there's no way we're going to that.

I text my brother's girlfriend, and she comes over. I'm working from home, and I while I go run this errand, she can cover for me.

My brother's girlfriend arrives, and I go to the supermarket, and get the saltines, the ginger ale, the Pepto Bismol, and some 7Up. She's sitting on the couch, reading her book.

I come back, and check on Colin. He's throwing up again, and I feel so bad for him.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts!" says Colin. He's doubled over in pain, so I knew this was bad. Colin's never this sick, and we've only been dating for over a year and I had just moved in with Colin, and the last time he was sick, he had a bad cold. I spent the weekend taking care of him.

"NATALIE!" I scream. Natalie runs to the bathroom, and sees Colin doubled over in pain, and I'm trying to sit him up.

"Where does it hurt, Colin?" says Natalie. My brother's girlfriend is a nurse, and she has the day off today.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts!" repeats Colin.

Colin is clutching the lower right side of his stomach, and he looks even more pale. I grab the thermometer, and place it under his tongue.

When the thermometer is done, I look at his temperature.

"Colin, you're 104! We're getting you to the ER!" I say.

'NATALIE! NATALIE!" I scream.

"OH MY GOD!" screams Natalie.

I show Natalie Colin's temperature on the thermometer, and she agrees that we are getting Colin to the ER. Natalie pulls the car around, I grab my purse and my knitting bag, and I leave my laptop at home. I call work and explain that an emergency has come up, and that I need to get Colin to the ER. My boss agrees, and tells me not to worry about right now, someone else needs me right now.

Natalie helps me get Colin into the car, and I sit in back with him. Colin's head is on my lap, and Colin throws up in the bucket that I remembered to grab. The ride to the ER seems to last for hours.

When we finally arrive at the ER, the security guard grabs a wheel chair. Colin is sitting in the wheel chair, and he's wheeled in. Natalie grabs a seat in the waiting area, and I meet Zach's girlfriend, Maggie. I get him into the triage area, and the nurse triages him. Maggie grabs a stretcher, and we help get Colin on the stretcher. Maggie then takes him to an exam room.

I tell Natalie that I'm going to be in the exam room with Colin. I'm waiting for the emergency room doc, stroking his forehead, and he looks even worse. Colin starts to throw up again, and I grab the garbage can. I ask the nurse for a barf bin, and she gets maintenance to clean up the puke. Maintenance comes in, and cleans up. I'm stroking Colin's forehead, and trying to soothe him.

"Colin, I just wish you weren't this sick right now." I say.

Eva, baby doll, where are you?" says Colin.

"Colin, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, okay, honey? The doctor will be here soon," I say.

The doctor comes in, and takes one look, and performs his exam.

"Well, Mr. Shea, you have appendicitis. We'll need to do an emergency appendectomy," says the doctor.

The doctor says to me that I did the right thing by getting him to the ER, thanks to my quick thinking. I grab Colin's hand, and tell him that it's going to be okay, he'll be better once they do this.

Colin is wheeled off to the operating room, thanks to the doctor's insistence. An OR has been cleared, when they were all booked. Once it's been explained that there was a patient in the ER who needed surgery immediately, an OR became available. The doctor tore the surgeon a new one.

I tell Natalie to go home, there's really nothing else that she can do right now. I'll call her, my brother, or even Esther if I need anything.

I go up to the operating floor, and I grab my knitting bag and my purse, and sit there, focusing on my project. I'm trying to maintain a sense of calm, when I am anything but right now. I'm anxious, and I'm waiting for Colin.

I ask the nurse where the cafeteria is, my stomach is growling. He directs me to the cafeteria, and I go in the direction he showed me. I grab a turkey and cheese sandwich and a bowl of soup. I grab a bottle of water, and try to concentrate on eating my meal. I was going to need the energy.

I go back to the OR floor after I've finished my meal and bussed my tray. I stacked everything neatly, and place the bowl in the and the silver wear in the bin, and I place the tray in the tray area.

The doctor comes out, and tells me that the surgery was a success. An appendectomy isn't too complicated, but the surgeon was looking at the hat that I was knitting, and looked at it in awe.

"Knitting? That looks complicated," the surgeon says.

"It's not, this is just a basic hat. I make chemo hats for cancer patients, and then I donate them to the local cancer center," I say.

The surgeon and I banter a bit, and the surgeon and the nurse give me some after care instructions. They even give me a sheet with after care instructions, but they are keeping Colin overnight. They are just waiting for his fever to go down some more. It went down a little bit, but not as much they'd like.

"My advice? Go home, get something to eat, and get some rest. Colin will be ready to go in the morning," says the surgeon.

"Can I visit him for a while?" I ask.

"Sure, I'll take you to the recovery room," says the nurse. He leads me to the recovery room. I see Colin lying on the hospital bed. He still looks pale, and has and IV drip attached to him.

"He's been asking for you," says the nurse.

"Okay. I'll stay with him for a while," I say.

Colin is still sleeping, but he is begging for me.

"Shh. Shh. Colin, I'm here. I'll be here tomorrow, in the morning. I've called Esther. she's on her way, okay? She'll stay with you for the night," I say.

"You need to be here overnight, your fever hasn't gone down, okay?" I tell Colin.

Eva, baby doll, sweetie, I need you to stay," Colin.

"I wish I could. Esther is coming. I'll be back, okay. I'm going to go home, and get some sleep, and shower," I say. I kiss him on his forehead, his forehead is covered with sweat.

I tell the nurse that I've contacted his mother, Esther, and when she gets here, I'll go home, get some rest, and shower. I'll be back later to bring him some clothes.

Ester arrives forty-five minutes later, and she arrives with her crocheting, and with some clothes.

"You've done everything, dear. Go home. Get some rest. You'll feel better once you've slept in a proper bed, and have a nice, hot shower in the morning," says Esther.

Natalie takes me back home, and helps me pack some clothes for Colin, and an overnight bag for me. Natalie takes me back to my brother's and hers apartment. I'll stay with my brother, and his party is winding down by now. I yawn, and Natalie helps me. I get my pajamas on, while Natalie turns down the bed. Natalie makes me some dinner, and after I eat, I brush my teeth, wash my face, and get in bed.

I try to sleep, but I can't. I just can't. I toss and turn for most of the night.

I wake up the next day, and drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and relieve myself. I shower, and get dressed, even if it's just my favorite jeans and my my favorite hoodie. I throw on my gold necklace that has the Polish emblem on it, and a gold chain that I've had since high school.

I get in my brother's car, and he takes me to the hospital, ready to pick up Colin. He's still sleeping, so I grab my knitting bag. I'll have to wait a bit for Colin, and the nurse directs me to the waiting room. They'll have to do some more tests for him to be released. I decide to kill some time, and get some coffee, and I grab my knitting bag. I ask where the coffee shop is. The nurse directs me to the hospital cafe, where I get three coffees and some donuts.

I pay for my purchase, and then go to Colin's hospital room. I see Esther, who is feeding Colin some oatmeal and some toast. My brother is waiting outside,

"I brought you some coffee and some donuts," I say.

"Good morning, Eva. Thanks for the breakfast," says Esther.

"Poor Colin. He's been begging for you all night," says Esther.

"I know. I feel so bad for him. I would have stayed, but I only wanted to follow the hospital rules," I say.

"I know, dear. it's not your fault. You were just following the rules, you don't make them," says Esther.

"You look tired, dear," says Esther.

"I didn't sleep very well last night. I was worried about Colin," I say.

My brother is waiting in the waiting room, so I go tell my brother it shouldn't be too much longer. The nurse enters the room, removes the food tray, and takes Colin's vitals.

"The doctor will be in shortly. He's just finishing up with another patient," says the nurse.

I have a look of worry on my face, and the nurse feels my pain.

"Don't worry. Colin will be ready to go after the doctor is done. Why don't you go sit and relax for a bit, it really won't be much longer," says the nurse.

I wait with my brother, but it feels like hours.

"Karl, why does this feel like hours?" I say.

"Eva, I know. Colin will be out shortly. Remember when you had the flu when you were twelve?" says Karl.

"Yeah, you came home, and spent the rest of the day with me. We played Gin Rummy and Go Fish until we both went to sleep. Mom brought me some soup, and some Vernors," I say.

"I spent the night in my sleeping bag on the floor of your bedroom," says Karl.

"I spent the entire weekend with you, helping mom and dad care for you," says Karl.

"This is different. I'm taking care of a full grown adult man," I say.

"Yes, and remember when I got my tonsils taken out? You returned the favor, and you even made sure to feed me ice chips," says Karl.

"Yeah, all you wanted was ice chips," I say.

"I spent the night on the floor in your bedroom, and we even played Monopoly, Sorry, Scrabble, and Gin Rummy," I say.

Esther comes out, pushing Colin in a wheel chair. I greet him with a loving kiss.

Colin is looking much better, and he has on his favorite sweat pants, along with his favorite hoodie.

"Good morning, rock star," I say.

"Good morning, sweetheart," says Colin.

"I love you so much, Colin," I say.

Colin grabs my hand and kisses it, and I take the wheelchair. My brother brings the car around, and Esther and I load Colin in the backseat. Esther gets into the front seat, and I'm in the backseat, making sure Colin is comfortable.

The rest of the day is spent with me working from home so I can help care for Colin, help him to the bathroom, etc. I know recovery from an appendectomy takes time, depending on the procedure. He had an open procedure, which will leave a scar, and I know he can handle this. Colin is just worried that our lovemaking will fall by the wayside.

"Colin, don't worry about that right now. Right now, just focus on recovering from this, okay?" I say.

"Okay, sweetheart. I love you, I love you so much," says Colin, giving me a loving kiss.

Esther fixes us some lunch, while I help Colin undress and get him into the shower. I turn on the hot water, and Colin has other ideas in mind.

"Sweetheart, baby cakes, there's room for two in here," says Colin, kissing me seductively.

Colin undresses me, and I get into the shower with him. This feels nice, comforting, romantic and intimate. We hold each other and we kiss in the shower. We suds up, wash our hair, and rinse off. We get out of the shower, and kiss lovingly.

"Eva, sweetheart, I love you. Thanks for taking care of me," says Colin, giving me another loving kiss.

"I have to take good care of my boyfriend, and the father of my future children," I say.

"Sweetheart, I would love to have a baby with you. One day, it will happen," says Colin.

"I think you're going to be beautiful, and amazing, and so sexy carrying our baby. I can't wait to see you all round with our baby, you glowing with love, you holding our child in your arms for the first time," says Colin, almost tearing up at this glimpse of our future.

"We'll discuss this later," I say.

'Hmmm, I just love you so much, Eva, my sweet baby doll," says Colin.

I spend the next few weeks working from home, and taking care of Colin. Esther comes over every day so that I can take a break for a bit so that I can take a nap, get something to eat, take care of some chores. Colin's job is just to veg and focus on recovery until he feels strong enough to start doing things.

I help Colin with things like helping him to the bathroom, walking, sitting and laying comfortably, making sure he was comfortable. Every morning and every night, I kiss his scar. I tell Colin how beautiful his scar makes him. Colin tears up at this.

He never had anyone who told him all of these before, who took care of him when it counted. He never had anyone who supported him mentally and emotionally, who would go to hell and back for him. Colin would do the same for me.

Colin and I go for a nice walk a few days later, which is my birthday. On our walk, we see an old couple walking, and holding hands. We also see a mom and dad walking their dog and their toddler.

"Eva, sweetheart, those will be us one day," says Colin.

I tear up at the sweet glimpse of our future. I can't wait to see what the next few months bring. On the walk, we see an abandoned dog, who looks like he's cold and starving. I look for a collar and a tag, and there is none. I call animal control on my phone, and animal control takes him to the Humane Society so the dog can get a health exam, and undergo some tests.

A few days later, we take our new rescue, Dickens home. Colin and I start looking at houses, and it will take us a while to find the perfect house.

A few weeks Colin is ready for some adult fun time. We have fun, and can't wait for a little one of our own. The dog, Dickens, makes everything feel complete, for now.

Several months later, Colin and I conceive our beautiful Harper.

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About Darcy

Ogden Darcy Reid is the 19-year-old son of the Tribune Owner Whitelaw Reid. As a boy he grew up around printing presses and loved them all his life. He has a passion for repairing machines and attending baseball games. Though only his best friend, Katherine, knows it, he is far more attracted to men than woman. It makes things difficult for him in the 1890s America, but he manages through anyway.

Basic Statistics 

Name: Ogden Darcy Reid

Date of Birth: November 5, 1880

Pronouns: He/Him 

Nationality: American

Hometown: New York City

Current Residence: New York City

Occupation: Canon- Darcy runs the printing shop for the New York Tribune. Modern- Darcy codes software, does computer maintenance, and general IT work for The New York Times

Birth order: Middle Child

Siblings: He has two sisters. Rose is six years younger than him, while Janie is four years older than him.

Spouse: His husband Thomas (also called Tommy/Tom) is a musician who frequently plays at bars and Vaudeville theaters.

Children: Darcy and Tommy adopted two children during their relationship- Ana and Micheal (Mikey). Ana was born from a Russian immigrant who died of cholera shortly after coming to America. Darcy adopted her when she was three months old, and she is most definitely a Daddy’s girl to Tommy’s disarray. Mikey on the other hand is most definitely his Papa’s son. Tommy found Mikey one day shivering alone in the New York streets when he was only two. They don’t know anything about his biological parent, but that doesn’t bother Mikey. He loves his Dad and Papa. There is a three year age difference between the two siblings.

Physical Characteristics: 

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 170 lbs.

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Glasses or contact lenses? My son most definitely cannot see without his glasses

Skin color: White

Mannerisms:

Habits: (smoking, drinking etc.). In canon and ww2 verses, he smokes. In all verses he cannot handle his alcohol.

Health: Overall, very good.

Hobbies: He loves working on cars and motorcycles. He’s also very athletic. In high school, he ran track and cross country. When he isn’t running and needs to release stress, he likes to box. 

Disabilities: In ww2 verse, he lost his leg on D-Day

Style: Stylish, but occasionally rocks the gay lumberjack.

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Two Beds

Today (day 11) the prompt is “Why are you naked in my bed?” so it’s back to the Frozen rowing AU...

The regatta was starting early in the morning, and Kristoff was ready to turn in.  He had been sitting around the room watching TV all evening, since he hadn’t brought a swimsuit to join people at the hotel pool, and he didn’t want to join them at the bar later because he didn’t want to spend the extra money, and besides, he wanted to be well rested in the morning. He really hoped he wasn’t going to have to deal with hungover teammates.

He turned off the TV, and went in and locked the bathroom so that Olaf wouldn’t accidentally walk in while he was brushing his teeth. Olaf had already walked in once since they’d arrived a few hours earlier, so it was just easier to lock the door while he was getting ready for bed.

As Kristoff started brushing his teeth, he heard a knock on the bathroom door, a jiggling of the door handle, and then nothing. Hopefully there wouldn’t be drama over locking the bathroom door. He didn’t need that tonight. 

He changed into the cotton shorts and t-shirt that passed for pajamas at his age, and unlatched the door and stepped out. The room was nearly dark except for the light coming from the bathroom, but he could see someone in the bed on the side of the room by his bag. Kristoff shook his phone to turn the flashlight on, and realized that wasn’t Olaf.  He couldn’t exactly tell, but he was pretty sure it was Hans.

“Why are you naked in my bed?” Kristoff asked without thinking.

Hans groaned. “I’m not naked, I’ve got boxers on, and what are you doing in my room?”

“This is my room, and I’ve been here all evening.”

“Shit, must’ve gone in the wrong door. Why didn’t you lock it?” 

“Olaf already got locked out once today, so I left the lock thing in the door.”

“Fine, sorry, I’ll get dressed,” Hans muttered, nearly knocking the room phone off the center nightstand as he got up.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Kristoff observed more than asked. It was pretty obvious.

“I had a few, yeah,” Hans shrugged.

“The night before a race?”

“Look, I needed to relax. I ended up getting driven up here by my ex.”

“Wait, who on the team have you dated?”

“Nobody on the team,” Hans explained, “but I was getting a ride with Elsa, but her car broke down, so her sister drove us.  We dated last year.”

“Elsa has a sister?” Kristoff asked.

“Yeah. Really high maintenance if you ask me,” Hans said.

“I really don’t care about your love life,” Kristoff said, “but I do care if you’re going to have an off day tomorrow.  So get out and go back across the hall or wherever your room is.”

“Fine, see you in the morning,” Hans said.

“And drink some water!” Kristoff shouted after him.

A minute later, he heard someone struggle with the door a few times, and then Olaf came in. 

“I figured it out!” Olaf exclaimed.  

“Great!” Kristoff said, “sorry, I meant to leave the door propped open.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Olaf said. “How was your evening?”

“Fine,” Kristoff said. “What about yours?”

“Good!” Olaf said.  “I got to catch up with Anna.”

“Who’s Anna?” Kristoff asked.

“Elsa’s sister.  We were on the team together back in high school.  She might come back to be the fourth coxswain so we don’t have to keep borrowing high school students.  She’s great, though.  She promised she’ll come watch the regatta tomorrow.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Kristoff replied. “Anyhow, I need to sleep.  Night, Olaf.”