#i love him hes a whole ass baby and id marry him on the fucking spot

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Eeep!

I would LOVE to know what went through Jake’s head when he heard the word “pregnant”! I know he’s so loving and supportive and gives theeee biggest “family man” vibes, so was his first thought “she’s mine forever now and she’s having my baby!” or was it “oh fuck, we’re having a whole ass human” or maybe both??

Okay, this got away from me. You get some angst and additional Jake backstory (including why he stayed married to his ex even after they separated)! Here's 1.8K words of Jake's POV of finding out Darlin's pregnant.

Jake was drinking his coffee on the couch, trying to motivate himself to get up and shower when you called.

“Can you come get me?”

Those five words and your shaky voice made his heart stop. As you explained what happened, he was sprinting across the house to throw on a pair of jeans and grab his wallet and keys. It was only after you assured him a few times that someone was with you that he was willing to get off the phone.

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he waited in line for the gate guard to scan his ID, teeth grit as he fought against screaming at them to move faster. It took all his training to block out that little voice in his head that whispered something was wrong. He needed to focus on the mission - get to the hangar and the hospital. Point A to Point B. He couldn’t spiral because you needed him.

His boots slapped against the concrete as he bolted out of the truck towards the Bounty Hunter's hanger. As he raced across the parking lot, he heard someone call out his name.

Fucking shit. Admiral Tritz. Jake skidded to a halt as the uniformed officer approached, snapping a quick salute and standing at attention. Impatience warred with insubordination as he stood there, watching Tritz stroll closer. “Out of uniform, Hangman?”

“Sorry, sir… my girlfriend works here, and I need to… she’s not feeling well.” Tritz frowned. 

“Another officer?”

“No, sir. She’s a civilian. Contracting specialist.”

“Ah. Well, don’t want to keep her waiting then. I hope she feels better.”

“I’m taking her to the hospital, sir. I… I’m not sure how long that’ll take. I’m due back for mids.”

“I’ll let Kennedy know he might be getting a call and to have another pilot on standby.”

“Thank you, sir.” With a jerk of his head, Tritz dismissed him, and Jake took off, mumbling apologies as he ran through the hanger to your office. The sight of you in your office chair, head in your hands with a trashcan between your feet, greeted him as he skidded to a halt outside your door. “Darlin’?”

Your watery gaze rose to meet his, eyes dark against your pale skin. “I’m okay,” you whispered. 

“You still need to get checked out,” another woman said, and his eyes swung to the woman leaning against the wall. She waved before tipping her head towards you. “Going to need paperwork for the occupational health report, and worker’s comp is probably going to call to make sure they don’t need to worry about a lawsuit.”

“I’m not going to sue,” you grumbled.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Jake huffed, walking towards you and moving the trashcan away with his foot before kneeling in front of you.

“I’ll let the boss know you’re out for the rest of the day. Take care of yourself.”

“Thanks, Armitage,” you said softly. With a nod, the woman left just as Jake spotted the paper towel darkened with blood on your foot. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and rested your foot on his thigh, gently pulling away the towel and hissing.

“Damn it.” 

“It’s not as bad now,” you observed. He ignored the droplet of blood that saturated his jeans as he rewrapped your foot.

“Let’s go.” The words came out like an order, and you shrunk back into your chair. He mentally kicked himself - you didn’t need Lieutenant Seresin right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, darlin’,” he sighed, running his thumb along your ankle. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I… I don’t know what happened. I just woke up on the floor.” 

“Let’s go get you checked out.” 

“I need to clean up first. I can’t leave… that,” you said, glancing at the trashcan. He peeked into it and saw that you’d been sick. He didn’t hesitate before grabbing the sides of the bag and tying it off. 

“I’ll get rid of this. You stay right here - don’t move.” He jogged to the men’s room, threw the bag away, and grabbed a few more paper towels for your foot.

You were leaning against the desk when he got back, work bag slung over your shoulder. Jake raised an eyebrow and darted forward when you took a limping step towards him. “I’m fine,” you mumbled. Without a word, he took your bag and crouched, bracing one hand under your knees and the other across your back as he swept you off your feet.

Red stained your pale cheeks as he carried you out of the hangar and across the parking lot.

Jake hated hospitals. Hated the smell of antiseptic, the constant overhead pages that never meant anything good, and the hurry up and wait.

He tried not to think about the other times he’d been in the emergency room - the night Lina fell off the roof and broke her arm trying to sneak back into the house drunk, the too-close calls with his friends nearly burning in, and when his ex had a bad epileptic seizure. He’d gotten a few calls from her needing to be picked up from work or a friend’s house after having a seizure, and getting that call from you had put him right back into it. So he held you tighter and pressed his lips to the top of your head, assuring himself that this wasn’t the same. Fainting wasn’t a seizure. 

That didn’t mean he was less irritated when a medical student was sent to take your medical history. If they’d been on base, you would have already seen a doctor, not some kid in a white coat pretending he knew more than he did. You could have gotten to a hospital sooner, period. Because you weren’t his dependent, he had to drive back off base to the closest civilian hospital. If something like this happened again… if it was the start of something serious, he needed to know that there wouldn’t be a delay in your getting help. That was unacceptable. As much as you wanted to wait to get married, it would offer more protection. This wasn’t a matter of wanting you to have his last name and the promise of forever. It was a practicality. It was the rational thing to do - why put off something you’d both agreed to just because of the arbitrary decision about how long you had to be dating? You were a rational person. 

That’s what he would argue when you got home. Getting married - the benefits of being a military spouse - would be his selling point. He’d be willing to trade almost anything else for you to agree to let him put his ring on your fingers and share his last name. 

As you dozed against his shoulder after the EKG, he took out his phone and typed your symptoms into Google: headache, fainting, and nausea. The first result said it was low blood sugar. Others said it was a migraine, but you’d have known if it was that. It could definitely have been stress or anxiety. Vertigo was an option, and so was low blood pressure. He didn’t want to consider it a brain injury or tumor. Pregnancy came up a few times, which gave him pause, but you’d had your period. 

So when the doctor came in almost three hours after you’d gotten to the hospital, Jake tried not to be too anxious. If it was bad, they would have done more tests. 

Vasovagal syncope. Low blood pressure probably triggered by your hormone fluctuations. “So she’s okay?” Jake asked, squeezing your hand. The doctor smiled at him.

“Yes, she’s okay. I wanted to discuss some of the symptoms you were experiencing before the syncope. You mentioned being nauseous - was that just before the syncope?”

“No, it’s been a couple of days.”

“Have you vomited?” Nod. “Have you been keeping food down?”

“Not really. I’ve mostly been eating crackers the last couple of days.” Jake frowned, frustrated that you hadn’t told him what you’d been dealing with. If you’d been honest, he would have pushed you to go to the doctor earlier instead of waiting this long. 

“Have you been more fatigued recently?” Brow furrowed, you nodded again. “How about any other physical symptoms?”

“Like?”

“Any tenderness in your breasts?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Jake answered. You’d turned down shower sex over the weekend, cringed when he’d brushed your nipples while reaching for shampoo, and shielded your chest from the water pressure. As much as he’d wanted to enjoy your being shirtless all day, knowing that it was because you were hurting put a damper on his enjoyment of seeing your breasts. 

“The labs show that your HCG levels are elevated, which probably triggered the vasovagal syncope.” Her eyes darted between you before she added, “HCG is what we look for to confirm a pregnancy.” 

The world stopped as Jake’s hand flexed around yours. 

“P-pregnancy?” you stuttered.

“Yes. I would recommend setting up an appointment with your OB in the next couple of days…” Jake tried to listen to the doctor but couldn’t hear past the ringing in his ears.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

A baby wasn’t in the plans. It wasn’t even something you would discuss for another couple of years. There was too much you both wanted to do before having a kid. 

Don’t be stupid enough to knock up some tag chaser, his father had ordered. 

You’re married already - I want grandbabies while I’m young enough to enjoy them, Jacob, his mother had told him.

Come on, I want a baby, baby! His ex had begged.

But you, you were just as shocked as he was. This wasn’t part of the plan - the only part that hadn’t needed negotiations. No kids for a couple of years, if ever. It was you and him, a team of two. The Seresins. 

A baby…

“I’m pregnant?” you asked softly. 

“You’re pregnant.” 

And Jake felt a mixture of terror and hope he’d never experienced. 

Fuck. We’re having a baby.

We’re having a baby.

Your hand shook in his, and Jake forced himself to look at you. Your eyes were wide with shock as you nodded to whatever the doctor said. His gaze drifted down to where your hand pressed against your stomach.

That small, protective gesture told Jake everything he needed to know.

No matter how terrible a father he would be, the baby would always have you. They would have at least one parent in their corner against the world.

So if you were in, he would do it too.

We’re having a baby.

Jake’s hand itched to cover yours, adding his protection to the little person growing inside you. 

Baby Seresin.

The thought made tears spring to his eyes, and Jake blinked them away, refocusing on what needed to be done to ensure you were taken care of.

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I always thought Iwaizumi was hard to write for since he’s so stoic but also hyper at the same time? I mean it’s clear he’s a dom but what is it about his personality that u think makes him easier to write for than other characters? I find him and Oikawa to be particularly difficult, and I think tsukki is a less challenging character to write for? Sorry that’s a whole rant but I’m curious to know ur thoughts

ok baby this is gonna be a little big okay but like firstly I just want to say never apologize for ranting on me I love it, I crave it, it gives me LIFE -- always feel welcome to rant on my asks <3

secondly, rant under the read more bc it’s big 🥺🥺

I think for me Tsukki is easier because on 1) we have lots of interaction and canon content on him, specifically focused on his growth and his key aspects are very clearly stated -- we know he’s (a little bitch) snarky, very intelligent while also being competitive, easily lashes out and have deep, internalized self-doubt and trust issues. Now, with this I think I can have a nice grasp on him and then feel more secure about writing him, making it easier for me. 

Also I love the fucking beanpole salty bitch, can’t help it, he was my first real crush on hq 💘

I'm also not good when writing Oiks, reason why I only use him sometimes and in small scenes. But I do think it has to do with me not being so into him? Like I have the key traits from him, and I can write him platonically but like a whole thing from him? idk, it doesn’t flow. 🤷🏼

Did you notice I've left Iwa for last? That's bc he's the CHERRY ON TOP and I'll RANT AISJAISJ Ok so like, he's not easy to write, I think I just love him and think about him a lot that's why I feel like he's easy; also it's mostly like the iwaizumi in my head is an easy guy for me to write and while he may resemble canon idk if he's all *that* in character yk? IAJIAJSIA does this make sense??

But let's go, rant about why I think he's an easy dude for me:

- I relate a lot with Iwaizumi, specifically the part of being under someone's whos brilliant and feeling like you're lacking, having the self-doubt eating away in your head despite the fact you don't normally let it out but on contrary, you actually try to work hard and get shit done while being responsible. 

- I also relate to being the responsible one in a group, looking over everyone else, and being reliable, all while dealing with my own shit yk?

- I don't think Iwa is stoic as I think he's a serious dude. He's responsible, faithful, a bit aggressive, a good observer, and playful (tho I feel like not right away, it requires a bit of intimacy). He's also a great, strong senpai and I LOVE HIM OKAY!  🥺💕💕

- I also don't think of him as hyper as I think of him as a normal guy, with friends and passions and hobbies, and a super cute nerd (TIMESKIP! SPOILER) as we could see from him just WHIPPING OUT THE BOOK by Ushi's dad to point out what he likes, like???? who fucking carries a book about workout regimen like that? The nerd that is Iwaizumi Hajime, that's who!!! (END SPOILER)

- Iwa is a lot on his head all while seemingly perfect outside, doing his shit, looking over Oiks and helping his friends and it felt really close to me, reason why I'm so deep inside iwaizumi hajime hell and proudly so.

OH AND LIKE, I didn't even go about him being dom and all IAJSIAJSAI look, yes, I feel the dom vibes -- I'm a whole bottom for him too, but I think iwa would also be into soft, looking-into-your-eyes lovemaking and I'm here for ALL OF IT. I just love him a lot okay 🥺🤧💕

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NCT 127: finding out you're older than them

“Hey, can I request an NCT127 reaction to finding out you're actually older than them when they thought you were much younger than them? (like you look really young despite your age lol)” thank u for waiting honey <3 ps i just used random years that are older than the members!

enjoy! this was fun to write ^^

→ TAEIL would have his mouth in an ‘O’, but more of a ‘ooh cool!’ way where he’s nodding repeatedly to nothing seconds after you’ve spilled the beans. it sinks in more later when he thinks of your birth years side by side and he’s like omg! i’m finally not the oldest and it garners a laugh out of you that you don’t mind being called old by him. honestly, you don’t mind being called old at all by the other members, since technically you are taeil’s s/o. the members are closer to the male, so when they call him old, you join in lol

“woah hyung/noona! i can’t believe you now take the place of oldest in our group,” mark says, although gets a smack from haechan for saying that.

“ack! sorry taeil-hyung and (y/n)-hyung/(y/n)-noona, mark’s mouth is a little big today.”

taeil waves it off, curling an arm around your waist to bring you closer as mark avoids eye contact. slowly the members crowd around the four of you, interested in the topic that’s taking place. it was well over 11pm in the practice room, and having just ended dance practice, they cooled down by taking part in the conversation.

“yeah! you finally can call someone else old!” another smack and a whine from mark accompanied by an apologetic look that wasn’t seen often on donghyuck.

“i’m sorry for them,” taeil whispers with a laugh, placing a kiss onto your cheek before taking a swig of water from his bottle. he takes your shaking head as acceptance of your new position of the oldest, pleased when you return his kiss with one to his lips.

→ JOHNNY is the one to pull a dramatic face lol. you know the one where his mouth is in a ‘O’ and his eyebrows are knitted. the expression is playful, but there’s a bit of genuine shock behind it. recovers from it quickly tho and jokingly calls you ‘daddy/mommy’ to annoy you. i can see him calling you the term later if you get married or have kids though, just in a third person kinda way - something like a running joke from when he discovered you were older years ago.

“no way, you’re born in 1992?” his jaw is dropped, eyes wide that makes you smile just a little, “holy shit you’re old,” there’s a fit of laughter when your hand lands on his back as a form of retaliation (“like you’re not!”), but you agree either way, shrugging nonchalantly at the year of birth.

“then maybe now i can call you daddy/mommy,” you groan at that, shoving him for real now as he lands on the sofa behind him and doyoung at the dining table contemplates whether he should interfere. he decides not to when you full on attack your boyfriend, although with half-assed punches as johnny continues to moan out theatrically in between attacks, “but for real though, next time, i wanna hear voices calling you.”

“the fuck? you mean in like a horror movie way?”

“nah, in the i wanna have a family way.” you gulp with a surprised expression and you launch a badly timed attack that hits him in the balls. you’re apologising with a fluster, johnny is groaning in pain. oh well, this could be story to tell your kids or adopted babies next time.

→ TAEYONG is making surprised noises. it’s so cute lol that you’re the one ending up teasing him about it. taeyong forgets it sometimes, so you have the pleasure of seeing him react like a couple of times bc it finally settles in his mind that you’re older than him. other than that, yong loves you all the same and sometimes acts like a baby just so you’d cave and take care of him. he argues that it’s only the right way! older s/o? you take care of me! i want to be babied.

“huh? you’re older than me?” taeyong asks, mindlessly digging through your stuff until he comes across your ID. he curiously sifts through the information on it, but the number of your birth year seemed to stand out the most.

you hum, placing the last bits of your mask on yourself as you turn back to your boyfriend with a similar look: hair band pushing his dyed hair back, with a mask like yours on his face.

a noise of approval spills from taeyong’s mouth, and you’re left giggling in confusion until he explains his reason for it. you nod through it, happy to give your boyfriend what he wants while he takes his place in your arms. “feels nice,” taeyong mumbles, loving the way you’re playing with his fingers before he asks a question with a small voice. “can we do this more often?”

“of course,” and now you’re glad for taeyong’s curiosity of your things, presenting you with the opportunity (and excuse) to hold your lover in your arms.

→ YUTA doesn’t care either tbh. he may be one of the ones to figure it out before the others - how? you don’t know either but i have a feeling he might’ve taken a look at your ID or something along those lines. mans just nods at the year. as long as you’re still yourself and don’t change how you act in the relationship obvi bc he’s dating you bc of how you’ve presented yourself so far. it’ll feel weird if you suddenly start to dote on him just because you’re older. still likes to take care of you <3

“hey babe? were you born in 1993?” yuta inquires one day at dinner, the whole table of members somehow going a little quiet at the revelation.

“mhm! how’d you know?” you tilted your head, placing a piece of fish into your mouth and ignoring the shocked faces on the faces of the different members.

“eehh- i just saw it on your ID accidentally the other day,” yuta smiles when wiggle your mouth around to feel for the fish’s bone, finally able to shoot your boyfriend a smile as you both go back to your dinner. your laugh is the one thing that’s heard across the table and the occasional clinks of chopsticks against porcelain, and you’re confident if you were on a sitcom, the camera would just have all the members staring into it in shock.

“is it that surprising?” you asked the members, some of them waving their hands and shaking their head, knowing that yuta would probably take it up to them if they happen to have a problem with it.

“so i actually needed to call you hyung/noona?! i’m so sorry!!!” mark exclaims, earning a giggle from you.

→ DOYOUNG would react a little intensely too, but more in a starstruck, quiet kind of way. he just has this wide eyed look that make you burst out in laughter at the discovery and his lips are making a funny shape. he nods it off calm and cooly, but inside he’s like oh my god wtf really???? why didn’t i know this holy shit are they going to leave me for not knowing you can see no thought behind his eyes but you know the man’s spiralling a little inside that you have to reassure him that it’s just a minor thing (he gets out of the dump pretty quickly). your age reveal doesn’t affect him much either.

“you’re- you’re older than me?” doyoung’s mouth dries, coffee cup hovering just below his lips as you drop the bomb without much care. it’s quiet in the early morning, having had just finished filming his relay cam, but you can practically hear doyoung’s thoughts. he’s brought of it when you place a hand on his wrist.

“babe, baby, it’s okay. i didn’t tell you anyway, don’t worry about it,” your smile is blinding, and it has doyoung smiling as well, agreeing along to your reasoning and slowly easing into his previous action of drinking his beverage before he halts again.

your head tilts in question. “what is it?”

your boyfriend waves it off with a shy smile, bringing your hand to his lips as he lands a kiss on the skin there, “nothing. just thinking about how much i love you.”

“did it change?”

there’s a blush on his cheeks when he says it, glad for the two of you being in the only ones awake. “no, not one bit.”

→ JAEHYUN would one way or another kind of know already, although he’s not 100% sure. he’s observant, sometimes content with watching you take care of the other members (poor guy gets jealous tho) or just cleaning up after him when he’s a little too tired to do things - like wash his hair and what not. even if you’re not a naturally ‘taking care of others’ person, jaehyun picks up on the things that he’s heard his friends talk about regarding their older siblings (since he’s an only child) or compares to how you act around the group that’s similar to taeyong or doyoung. i can see jaehyun being a little disappointed, but it doesn’t change much as long as he can keep the dynamic of the relationship (so him giving the affection with you in his embrace). jaehyun is a quiet kind of shock like doyoung.

“huh… you’re born in 1994?”

“sure am,” you’re filling out a form for a membership, pen scribbling with swiftness in order not to hold up the line. you pass it back in a minute as the cashier processes your membership, and you feel jaehyun squeeze your hand. “why, why? is it an issue?” you mumble a thank you to the cashier, heading out of the store hand in hand while you find a spot to talk to your boyfriend.

“no no,” jaehyun giggles, a low one that makes your heart flutter, and he leans down to place a kiss onto your lips. it lingers there longer than you expected and you feel his smile on your lips. “there’s no issue. it just kinda adds up, in a way. you’re such a natural at giving advice and taking care of the other members. i’m just… a little surprised, is all.”

you laugh at that, meeting his lips again in a loving peck, “okay, that’s good then!”

→ JUNGWOO says “woowww!” like video game commentary and claps. yes he claps, you’re not sure why either but he’s just so thrilled to learn of your birth year that he just nods along and gives you a thumb-up after. i can’t say he’ll be that shocked, more of like happy for you like you just told him you passed a test or something. when you ask him about it, he just shrugs and pats you on the back. it’s all part of his personality, though, and like taeyong/yuta, he wouldn’t care much apart from being able to call you ‘sunbaenim’ as a joke. sometimes calls you senpai LMAO

“woah, you’re older than me by four years?” jungwoo mumbles when you show him your old IDs, the topic of your birth year overriding the original goal of wanting to see your foetus pictures.

“hm? oh yeah, i guess i never really mentioned it, huh?” you continue with what you were doing, cleaning up the stray hairs sticking out from your hairdo before jungwoo comes back hugging with his long limbs and silky outfit.

“congrats!” he meets your eyes through the vanity mirror and proceeds to peck your cheek and your expression that follows next brings laughter to jungwoo’s chest. you can feel it move from behind you, hoping he wouldn’t mess up the hour you spent on your hair. “why congrats?” your lip is curled with a raise of your eyebrows as your boyfriend continues to hang off your shoulders.

he thinks, then replies with a dunno and leaves the area to settle back on the bed. the snap of his camera follows next, no doubt taking pictures of the serious face shots of your old ID cards.

→ MARK would be one of the ones that you think is over exaggerating, except he’s just that shocked. he would stumble over his words and texting johnny or whoever to tell him and be like “yoooo? huh? what?” mark would probably be the last one to make the connection and johnny is all like “yeah? u didn’t know?” and mark is like “HOW WOULD I KNOW THEY LOOK SO YOUNG?????!!” hysterical, this man. mark almost doesn’t believe it for a second and you have to take out your ID to show him lmfao

mark’s head snaps to you once he overhears you in conversation with the flyer distributor, catching your attention with something that was in line with your interests. mark tunes out the promoter explaining the features of the product, only coming back to earth when you mention your date of birth for a trial of their services.

“you’re WHAT? nah. no. no way, show me your ID.”

the other jumps back at the sudden exclamation while you just raise an eyebrow. sorry, excuse him, you mumble, and you’re dragging mark off to the side as you fumble in your bag to pull out your ID in exasperation. the timing is imperfectly perfect: mark bends down to inspect your birth year, you flip open the wallet a little too hard, it hits his head in a loud thwack!

“ow.” mark giggles, squinting his eyes to finally make out the fading ‘1998’ on your card, “oh! so the same as jungwoo hyung?” he giggles again, “he finally as someone to talk to!”

→ HAECHAN is shocked but would immediately mask it and go like “oh my! still so pretty, miss halmeoni,” he coos and you’re so ready to smack him. in a way acts like johnny but will not stop using the word on a daily basis (unless you tell him that you don’t like it). it becomes part of the pet names that he calls you, but he still likes the classic baby/honey/love. sometimes also like to whine with hyung/noona if he wants something, like a new video game or for you to buy food for him. other than that, haechan is pretty indifferent about you being older than him.

“hah?! you’re born in 1999?” haechan has his neck stuck out like a fish out of water, not posing that much difference since he’s just finished a shower. you make the bed with deftness, tucking in the duvet easily as your boyfriend approaches from behind.

he’s shocked, but before you can comment on it, he recovers quickly to deliver a quip through his toothpaste-filled mouth, “oh my! halmeoni, then you should take a seat!” your hands are on your hips, glaring at him while he only grins.

you indulge him, though, and take a seat on the newly made bed, relaxing into the softness of the sheets with elbows.

“if i’m considered elderly, then, you can do the housework for me, right?” the dread that slowly fills up haechan’s features make you explode into giggles, before pushing yourself up to come face to face with him.

“thought so,” you whispered, petting his head as you continue the clean-up of the room.

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Raising You - Holland!Reader

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Requested? Nah. 1,941 words TW: character deaths, swear words, nothing super bad

I was supposed to post this on Mother's Day, but it wasn't ready by then and I didn't know the direction of this story. But yeah. Here it is now. Enjoy.

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“I hate you!” You screamed. “Why do you always ruin things for me?! You’re no fun at all!” Tears were streaming down your face as you ran up the stairs to go to your room.

Tom followed you and said, “Tough luck, Y/N! I love you and whether you like it or not, I’ll always meddle in your life!”

“Go away!” You shouted, went into your room, and slammed the door. Tom furiously knocked on the door and let out a frustrated sigh when he heard you lock it.

He rubbed his face and went downstairs to cool off. He walked in the living room and saw a framed picture of both of you. He smiled at the sight and immediately went to grab the picture. “When did you grow up?” He asked himself quietly.

Things were different. His life was difficult. He no longer had parents and his brothers perished in a terrible accident. All he had left was you. He could’ve followed his dreams and took his talent to Hollywood, but life was cruel. He never got a chance to do that because his family mattered more to him than any film career.

Tom couldn’t remember a time when he had a decent break. To him, he was always working and on the go just to get by. But he knew that his parents would be proud of him for stepping up at being the best brother for you.

Tonight was just different.

He got a call from your school saying that you left prom with one of the douche-y dudes. It was just fitting that Harrison was with him, so he had some help in dealing with you.

“Haz, I’m really worried. She could be anywhere!” Tom said as he paced back and forth, clutching his phone.

“Mate, calm down. We’ll find her, alright?” Harrison said calmly. “Have you called her?”

“Yes, and she didn’t answer. I left 20 fucking voicemails, Haz! Fucking 20! Still no answer. I called her friends and they said they didn’t know where she went and obviously that’s bullshit! What if she was kidnapped? O-Or killed somewhere and she’s dead in a ditch in the middle of fucking nowhere??” Tom rambled, running a hand through his hair frustratedly.

Harrison looked at his worried best friend and only said three words, “Check your wallet.”

“What?” Tom stopped pacing to look at him. Harrison shrugged, “Check your wallet.”

“We have no time to shop online right now, Harrison.” Tom said through gritted teeth, but grabbed his wallet anyway. He opened his wallet and he still didn’t know what he was supposed to look for. As if reading his mind, Harrison added, “Check your credit card or debit card or whatever fucking card you have. Check your cash.”

Tom did what he was told and groaned in frustration, “Y/N took my credit card and she took the fake ID that I confiscated from her.”

Harrison nodded and pointed to the phone, “Call the bank and ask for your recent activity.”

Tom called the bank and asked what his recent activity was. They told him that he checked into a motel about three minutes ago and gave him the address. Tom has certainly never been there and it baffled him on how you wound up in a place like that. Tom thanked the bank and hung up.

“She’s at a motel.”

Just like that, the two best friends got in Tom’s car and drove to the motel. Tom was too nervous to drive, so Harrison drove instead. Tom was looking out his window to see where the motel was and they eventually found it. Harrison parked the car and they both got out.

They went to the person in charge and asked if they'd seen you. “She was wearing a prom dress and she’s with some guy who was probably wearing a tux.” Tom explained.

“Yeah, I know those two.”

“Where are they?” Harrison asked.

“Room 2A.” The man said.

“Okay. Can we please have your spare key for that room?” Tom asked. “It’s an emergency.”

“No, sorry.” The man replied and sipped his coffee. Harrison glanced behind the man and immediately saw the key for room 2A. He walked around the desk and grabbed the man from behind. “Tom, go!” Harrison shouted as the man tried to get out of his grip.

“What are you doing?!” Tom shrieked.

“GET THE FUCKING KEY.” Harrison nodded his head toward the key and Tom’s jaw dropped in realization. Tom quickly jumped on the desk and grabbed the key for the room. When he grabbed it, he ran outside; followed by Harrison.

“Return that key!” The man shouted.

Tom and Harrison went up the stairs and walked around until they found your room. They stood in front of the door and Tom whispered, “What now?”

“You go in there and just take her. I’ll be out here for back up.” Harrison whispered back and Tom nodded.

Tom knocked on the door and said ‘housekeeping’ in a high pitched voice. Harrison slapped his arm and mouthed “what the fuck”.

“It’s improv! I can’t just barge in like a freak. I’m an actor, Haz.” Tom defended quietly, earning an eye roll from his best mate.

“We’re busy!” A male voice said which enraged Tom.

“Alright. Now, I can barge in.” Tom said as he used the key to open the door. The chain was in the way, but he managed to break it by pushing the door open.

“Y/N!” Tom shouted.

“Tom! What are you doing here? How did you find me?!” You shrieked. Your hair was messy and your dress wasn’t as neat compared to when you left the house. The guy with you was just watching the whole scene go down.

“That doesn’t matter now. Get in the car!” He yelled.

You shook your head, “No! I’m staying here with Brad!”

“Over my dead fucking body, Y/N.” Tom said before he grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside. Brad intervened and grabbed your other hand, “Let go, man!”

Tom was stronger and he was able to pull you out of Brad’s grip and told Harrison to take you to the car and give the key back to the man downstairs. You and Harrison went to the car and Tom stayed to lecture Brad.

“Chill out, man. Nothing happened!” Brad exclaimed.

“Okay and what if something did happen, hmm? What if you got her pregnant? Can you pay for child support? Do you plan on marrying my sister in the future? Are you ready to take care of a fucking baby?! I DON’T THINK SO.” Tom said angrily.

“She’s 15 and she has a great life ahead of her! I’m not going to let some boy ruin that. If you look at her or even blink at her, I will end you, Brad.” Tom threatened before leaving.

Tom sighed and put the picture back. Harrison left when you got home and that’s when your screaming match with Tom started. He walked up to your room and knocked on the door.

“Go away!” You said.

“You know, saying that will only make me knock on the door again. Just let me in. Let’s talk this out.” Tom said softly. He waited for a few seconds and he heard you unlock the door. He smiled at himself and let himself in.

He stared at you as you lay in bed with red eyes and puffy cheeks. He went further in the room and closed the door behind him before sitting down on the foot of your bed.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there, but I was doing it for your own good. You'll thank me in the future." Tom said and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady." He gave you a pointed look. "I'm serious. I guarantee that if it happened, you'll regret giving it to someone who isn't special after all. So you're welcome, I saved your ass."

"You're not the boss of me. Don't you remember what it's like to be young?!"

"Yes, I am the boss of you and of course I remember what it was like to be young. It was five years ago when I was 19!" Tom raised his voice and stood up. He paced around your room to calm down. He didn't want to fight, but you were being stubborn.

He looked at you and put his hands on his hips. “I never got to truly explore or- or experiment with different things, alright? I was robbed of my youth because I have to step up. I’m the eldest so it’s my job to take care of you; all of you.”

“Do you know how shocking it was for me?!” Tom shrieked. “I never got to grieve properly because I had to be strong for you and Paddy and Sam and Harry. It was too much for me to handle, but I forced myself to push through because I had no choice but to move forward.”

“Sam and Harry had their youth taken away too because they had to help me. When they were your age, they worked and picked up a few side jobs just to help me pay the bills. We’re lucky that we get to keep this house because it was already paid for by mum and dad before they died.”

“I had to give up everything for all four of you and you have no idea what that’s like, Y/N!” Tom yelled. He was clearly frustrated and it dawned on you that he never released those pent up feelings and you just let him shout.

“Sam and Harry were there sometimes, but they were also too busy trying to make something of themselves. Most of the time, it was me! They were working and going to school for their future and I was at home with you and Paddy because both of you were still too young. All my friends were out partying, dating, going to university. Meanwhile, I’m at home too busy being your mum and dad and brother.” He cried out of frustration, causing you to cry too.

He sat down at the edge of your bed and wiped his tears as you stared at him., not bothering to wipe your tears. “Now three of our brothers are also gone and it’s fucked. They never got to reach the finish line of their dreams and goals.” He said quietly. Tom looked at you and gave you a tight-lipped smile, “I don’t want to fight anymore, okay? It’s just you and me now and we have to be a team. We should help each other, so before you do anything stupid ask yourself if it’ll put stress on me. If the answer is yes, then don’t do it. I don’t need more stress.”

You only nodded. He got up from your bed and said, “Good night.” Before he left your room, you walked up to him and gave him a hug, “Thank you for your sacrifices and I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass.”

He chuckled lightly and hugged back, “I’m sorry for being strict, but it’s all part of the parenting thing.”

“You’ll be a great dad.” You said softly before yawning. Tom’s heart melted when you said that. “You think so?” He asked.

“I know so.” You told him. He smiled and kissed the top of your head. It may be sad that five of your family members left both of you, but it was okay. You had each other and that’s all that matters.

* * * *

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[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 4

Chapter Selection

The next day

I touched on the Reid subject yesterday but I didn't want him to worry so I decided to drop it. I brought It back up and Hotch called Reid. 

"Hello." 

"Can you come down the office for a few there's some paperwork I need you to lookover." 

Hotch doesn't mention me but I sit in on the call. "Yeah I'll be there in 10", Reid hangs up. 

"Haven't you noticed", Aaron focuses on the road. "Noticed what?", I keep my eyes on him. 

"Okay so a few days ago I saw Reid in the elevator and I assume I've been at the BAU long enough so he's not awkward with me." He hummed in agreement. 

"And he was avoiding eye contact, he was shuffling towards the door like he was trying to get away from me." I take a breath then continue. 

"I've been noticing on cases he's not talking as much, he's avoiding just everyone in general." 

We pull into the garage an make our way upstairs. I walk into the building first Aaron coming in a few minutes later.

Reid walks into Hotchs office, then he calls me in after. "Take a seat." He gestures to Reid, "We need to talk." His brows furrow and he pouts. "About?" I watch his body language and listen to his speech. 

There's a single bead of sweat going down his forehead. His hands are trembling in his pockets; he's shuddering more than he usually does. Is he withdrawing?

I step in, "Hotch I think I know what's happening." He looks behind Reid and at me. I walk to the desk leaning on hit crossing my arms. 

"So... how long has it been." Reid slowly turns up at me and Hotch. 

He lets out a sigh, "3 days." Hotch watches him closely. "You're back on dilaudid? since when?", Reid stands up, "2 months." 

A small gasp leaves Hotchs lip, and I stand in a bit of a shock. Nobody realized, 2 months he'd been high off his ass on cases and we didn't know. 

"Why?", I asked; It hurt that he couldn't have told us he was hurting enough to relapse. 

"My mom's been getting worse, the meds aren't helping as much as they were. I wanna visit her but there's been so much going on here that I didn't wanna leave." 

Hotchs face softens, "You can take some personal time you know that right. I don't wanna see you in the office for the next 2 weeks. Go visit your mom." 

I walk out of his office going to my desk. JJ walks up to me, "What are they talking about." She nods to the window. Morgan and Emily approach.

"Reid's... back on diluadid." I say in a hushed tone to not attract attention; gasps leave all of them. "I had know idea", Emily said. 

"Emily none of us knew, I'm the one that told Hotch something was wrong." Morgan smirked, "you told Hotch huh." 

I gave him a glare, Hotch closed the blinds and called me in; Morgan winked at me. 

I shut the door and walked up to him. "What's the plan"

"He told me he was gonna go to some meetings try to stop but....I don't know if that's going to work."

"So he's gonna go to rehab?", he nodded. I let out a sigh and sat on the his desk. "I'm not the closest with Reid but I want him to be ok." 

I said and Aaron came up to me. "Reid gonna be fine", he reassured. 

"Hey I wanna ask you something", I hummed. "How would you feel if you met Jack." My eyes widened and I smiled, "Of course.. when." 

"Maybe in a week it depends on when Hayley will let me see him." 

"What if he doesn't like me." Hotch put his hands on my waist and pecked my lips, "He'll love you don't worry." 

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I was at Aarons sleeping and was woken up by the sound of his phone. I reach over without checking the ID. 

"Hotchners phone," the other side of the line was quiet. "Hello?", the other person finally speaks up. "Hello is Hotch there?" 

The person on the phone was JJ. My eyes went wide and I go to wake up Aaron. 

He opens his eyes, "What is it baby." I muted the phone, "It's JJ she doesn't know it's me but here." Handing him he phone he unmutes the call. 

"What is it." I can hear JJ say there was a case so I go into the shower. I feel hands snake around my waist and kisses being placed on my jaw. I turn around and peck his lips. 

The water going in his hair and down his back. He tosses his head back and I wash his hair massaging his scalp. 

He washes it out and does the same to me. He takes the body wash and runs it over my skin. 

The movements are slow as he washes around my legs and back. I moan softly and he stops.

Leaning to my ear whispering, "Only if we had time."

"We can make time." I go to kiss him but he pulls back. "There's fun in waiting." 

We step out the shower getting changed for work at 4am. 

Finishing the shower. I try to be comfortable wearing a turtleneck and black pants. Aaron was about to put on his tie but I interrupt him, "Let me." He watches me carefully want to know what I was up too.

I just wanted to tease the hell out of him for fun. He wants to wait fine. I'll just make him wait till he's begging for it. I thought to myself. 

Getting into the car and driving; his hand on my thigh the whole time tracing patterns. We go in holding hands until we get to the bullpen then we pull away. 

The team looks tired, irritated and sluggish. "Let's go over the case." Hotch says walking up the ramp to the round table. 

Garcia walk in, "Okay my lovely's you are going to Seattle, there has been 5 murders in the area all married mothers with a single child. Each victim was found with multiple stab wounds in the abdomen. Each in different parks"

"The mothers could represent their own, taking out there anger building confidence till he can take out the original source", Morgan States

Emily looks at the crime scene photos, "The victims were cleaned up, there hands by their side and hair combed. Maybe the unsub knows the them." 

Hotch takes a looks and flips the page. "The unsub could be punishing the mothers for being terrible to their children." 

I put my hand on Aarons thigh has he's talking. His breathing hitches but continues.

"So he sees himself as a protector." I say and everyone nods. "Wheels up in thirty." 

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They team file out of the room and I stay behind holding Hotch by his thigh. He looks down and a small smile spreads on his face. 

I meet his eyes as I slowly bring my hand to palm him through his pants; rubbing him till he was hard.

A small groan erupts from him when he grabs my hand pulling it away. 

"Not here", he whispers into my ear then nibbling on my ear lobe.

I close my eyes when it goes cold; he'd left the room leaving me to imagine what would've happened.

I get my go bag and I go to the jet being the first one there. Aaron steps on taking my hand and dragging me to the bathroom. 

He pins me against the wall and his hand makes it way to my throat. A soft moan leaves my lips.

He uses his leg to separate mine and puts his knee in between.

"Little girl, do you really wanna play that game with me?" I nod and he kisses me dragging his hand and ghosting it over my core. 

I try and lean forward; grind on his palm but he pulls away shutting the door behind him.

When I gather myself and walk out the bathroom. I'm met with Rossi sitting next to Aaron with a smirk. 

"How are you guys", Rossi says; me and Aaron glace at each other both saying fine in unison. 

The rest of the team files on and takes there seats. I sit across from Aaron my leg running up and down his. Morgan surrounded by JJ and Emily. 

Reid took the personal days to see his mom. 

The majority of the team taking a nap. Rossi had gotten up to move to a single space so I took his seat, staring at Aaron.

I looked around and realized no one could see us. I leaned my head on his shoulder; he kissed the top of my head and I took a quiet nap.

Woken from Aaron shaking my shoulder to go over the case before we land. Garcia appears on screen.

"Ok let's go over the case", Hotch says in a stern tone. JJ speaks up, "Stabbing is consistent with those that are imponent. He could be using the stabbing as an outlet for sexual release." 

"What if he's not though", I say in an unsure voice and they all look at me to continue. 

"Now yes it is unlikely for the unsub to be a women but what if there was no sexual assault because they had no need too. 

I mean yeah they could use the stabbing for release but if they were a women they just wouldn't have the need for it." 

Hotch nods, "Let's not rule anything out and keep that thought in mind." I grin to myself knowing I got I wasn't completely wrong. 

Morgan starts speaking, "Baby girl were the victims married?" I can hear her typing. 

"Technically yes but the fathers were all absent. It was just the mothers and the kids." 

"How are the kids", Emily asked Garcia, "Some of them have a pretty long hospital records, I see broken wrists, arms, and some ribs. Honestly guys I think they were getting abused." 

"So lets say they were abused the unsub could've been a doctor or nurse at the hospitals.", Rossi states. 

"Rossi and Morgan go to the latest crime scene. JJ and Prentiss interview the closet family. Y/n and I will set up station", Rossi gives us wink. He defiantly knows.

Hotch pulled Rossi to end of the jet. 

"Do you mind if what you think you saw earlier, you keep it to yourself." 

Rossi smiles to Hotch, "How long." 

"2 months", He says happily and slightly embarrassed.

"I won't say a word." 

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When the plane lands I reached for my bag when I felt something behind me. Hotch had pressed himself to my ass it made me gasp a bit. "What the fuck?" 

He tried to have a serious face but I could tell that he had a grin. He knew what he was doing and he was defiantly gonna pay for it later. 

When Hotch and I got to the station it was 7pm most of the Officers had gone home; leaving only the sheriff and 3 other cops. The sheriff walked up to us holding out his hand.

"Hello this is SA Y/n Y/l and I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner." We shook the mans hand as he showed up to the board room. 

We pinned up pictures of the victims and the crime scene photos to try and get a feel; seeing it from a different point of view.

The room was closed off, blinds shut, and we had already set up; we were waiting for the rest of the team to come back so it was just Aaron and I.

I was looking over the photos when I wanted to tease Aaron a bit more. I bent over the table just enough so he could get a perfect view of me. I heard footsteps behind me and hands grab my hips.

"Little girl you're just begging me to fuck you right here aren't you." I suppressed my moan but he noticed. "Yeah you are aren't you." I nodded. 

"Come on baby we've been over this use your words." His voice was coated in lust and it was low. 

I bet if he really was able to he'd fuck me here and now. I finally spoke up.

"God... yes please." He wrapped his hand around my neck and brought my head to his mouth. 

"I don't think you deserve it at this point little girl." He pressed me back onto the table. 

My chest hitting the cold wood as his bulge pressed against me. Then he walked away sitting back down going back to drinking his coffee. 

That was when the team walked in. They didn't see or hear anything thank god but it still worried me; what would've happened if they caught us. 

They carried on with casual conversation; Aaron talking to them like he didn't just slam me on to the table a minute ago.

It was now 11:30; there was no leads on the case so far other than the possibility that the unsub could've been a women; that the mothers may have been abusing their kids. 

So the unsub see themselves as a protector/ savior to the children. We were currently trying to put together other theories but half of us were asleep. Morgan was knocked out in the chair.

JJ and Emily were laying down together on the couch. Hotch was drinking his coffee with me next to him. Rossi had left for the hotel an hour ago. 

Hotch took the last sip and woke everyone up, "Okay we've done all we can let's go; we can continue in the morning." The team had left before us and they were so sleepy; not paying attention.

My finger intertwined with Aarons as we walked out not wanting to attract too much attention. 

Once we got to the hotel everyone got a separate rooms. Me and Aaron got conjoined rooms but I was sleeping in his. 

I was wearing a white crop top and a pair of Aarons grey sweat pants; Aaron was wearing a white t-shirt and black pajama pants. 

I got situated and threw my stuff on the chair before heading to bed. 

I was swept up from behind and was thrown over Aarons shoulder when he slapped my ass hard and tossed me on the bed. 

His voice was dark and dominant, "I think we've played enough for today." 

He leaned in closer my lips grazing his; he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand." 

Wetness grew between my legs and from that moment on I knew.

It was gonna be a long night.

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[lovelyirony]

Moony-Eyed

@bironfam i hope this is okay! 

Tony didn’t think that their new astronaut was going to be anything special. 

Well. 

That’s a lie. 

You kind of have to be special if you’re going to be an astronaut for NASA. You have to keep your cool, have good eyesight, and be okay with the possibility of dying. Maybe. Maybe you have to be cool with that. 

Tony is rather good at his job. From revolutionizing how space suits are made to making the functions of the ship easier to manage, Tony is NASA’s secret weapon, the handyman of all handymen. 

He’s usually squirreled away in his workshop, at his apartment that he honestly needs to clean far more than he does, or arguing with Potts about why he needs eight different coffee mugs. 

They know him as a guy who doesn’t exactly give a rat’s ass about the chain of command, or dress code. 

“You can’t fire me,” he had told Happy, after he had tried once again to stop Tony from entering areas containing sensitive information in sweatpants and a sweatshirt that proclaimed him the “MIT class of 1992.” 

Tony is good at his job, nearly too good. He likes it that way. 

But back to the astronaut. 

Danvers had taken leave to take care of her family, and honestly? Space usually isn’t a lifetime event for astronauts. You see too much of it, you need time away. A lot of time away. 

Pepper is giddy. She loved Carol, but Carol was happily married with a baby girl, and this one? This one wasn’t. 

Not that Pepper was looking for anyone. No, she and her partner Nat had standing date nights every Saturday evening, and she loved them too much to even think about anything else. 

But Tony? Tony needed someone. He never really dated anybody, at least not anybody that he genuinely liked. 

Stark was a powerful name, and it got tossed around a little bit, but Tony mostly kept to himself and only responded to it when he was at a party or Happy was mad at him for forgetting his ID badge yet again. 

James Rhodes was a nicely built man with a strong, confident aura, and single. 

(Pepper had checked.) 

She thought that he and Tony would get along quite well, if anything. 

James is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’d rather just get to work on what he needs to do. Getting into the air is one of the best feelings, and the sooner he can experience it, the sooner he’ll be fine. 

He always pushed the limits, and space is just the last limit he gets to push. He’s excited. He’s always wanted to work for NASA, be on their roster of astronauts. He wants little kids who identify with him to know that they can do it too. 

So he’s ready to work with the best and brightest of their era. 

“Where the fuck are my nachos?!” 

His head whips around to a man who is wearing an ill-fitting cardigan (that is most likely not his), old jeans that have what look to be equations written on one thigh, and glasses that are most definitely broken sitting at an angle. 

“Your nachos were too close to the computers,” one woman says without looking up. “Stop bringing nachos here or I’m going to fucking kill you.” 

“You can’t kill me,” the man retorts. 

“Tony,” comes another voice. James turns and sees who must be Pepper Potts. “Go to your office. Now. Change your pants, you wrote on them again.” 

“I did?” 

He looks down and swears. 

“Son of a bitch!” He then looks at Jim. “Wait, who are you? Are you the new astronaut?” 

“Uh, yes? I’m James.” 

He sticks out his hand. 

Who seems to be Tony stares at his hand. 

“Your name is seriously James?” 

“Do you think I’m bad at jokes?” he asks, eyebrows raised. 

Tony grins. 

“No, I think you’re gonna be a riot. But I’m not calling you James.” 

“Jim, then.” 

“No,” Tony says. “You’re not an old man, you’re still attractive.” 

His eyebrows raise. 

Tony’s face pales. 

“I’m going to. Go. I have math on my pants.” 

Pepper snorts, readjusting her grip on her clipboard. 

“Welcome to NASA, Colonel Rhodes. I can promise you that we don’t usually yell about our lunch location or write on articles of clothing.” 

- 

Surprisingly, James doesn’t see Tony for two weeks. Apparently, he’s been working outside with a couple of the interns to calculate some stuff, rework some of the older ships for experience, and stay out of the way of Pepper, who says that he’s attempting to murder her via headaches to deal with. 

He seems interesting, however. There are sticky notes and papers all over the offices and breakrooms reminding people of what Tony had for breakfast/lunch/dinner, or where the extra coffee supplies are. 

“You provide for him?” he asks Pepper one time. 

“He gets too much into his own head sometimes,” Pepper says. “He focuses too much on a program or an improvement and forgets that he works around other people. You wouldn’t believe how many times we had miniature science experiments based off of lunches that he would leave in the fridge.” 

Rhodes nods. “Well. I’ll look forward to working with him.” 

- 

Tony has been working outside of the office for two reasons: 

1.) To legitimately help the interns. (Ned and Peter are making improvements!) 

2.) James Rhodes is the hottest guy on earth. Maybe in the universe. For real. Seriously. 

He hates Pepper for this. Didn’t even tell Tony what the new astronaut looked like, and then shows up with a god of a man. Rude and unfair. 

And he had to be the dumbass with the equation on his pants. 

He didn’t even have spare pants! He had to stay in his office for the whole day because the equation was actually really important and he needed it. 

“Why didn’t you just transfer it over on paper?” Bruce asks over the phone. Bruce is his friend who works in a technically classified, off-the-books, not-exactly-government-issued building. He’s cool. He also points out the obvious. 

“I’m the biggest idiot on the planet,” Tony groans. “There was just a new guy at work, and he threw me off balance, so-” 

“What’s he look like?” 

“Why, you not crushing on that hot Nordic space dude?” 

“No, still am. But I still remember when Barton came to work for you guys and you didn’t know that his name wasn’t George until about six months into him working there.” 

“In my defense, he works mostly with physical therapy and prep for no gravity,” Tony says. “I work with math and shit.” 

“Still,” Bruce says. “You wouldn’t have pointed him out if you didn’t think he was cute. What’s he like?” 

“I...don’t exactly know.” 

“Oh my god, you’ve been avoiding him?” 

“Oh what, like you didn’t jump out of a window when Thor almost saw you in a tank top?” 

“I have a farmer’s tan! Totally different circumstance!” 

“Is it?” 

“I hate you.” 

“Get to dating Thor and then we’ll talk again. Have fun re-revolutionizing green energy, Dr. Banner.” 

“Look to the stars, Tony.” 

- 

James has to get fitted for his suit. 

He faces Tony, who looks quite different from when he first saw him. His hair is somewhat less messy, he has one of those geeky NASA-logo shirts that they sell at Target, and is wearing khaki pants with about a million different pockets. 

(Something in his mind is whispering that he definitely shouldn’t find him attractive. But he will anyways.) 

“Alright space-cowboy, let’s get your measurements,” Tony says. “You feeling okay today?” 

“Right as rain.” 

“Rain is never good, sunshine,” Tony quips. “Now, about your nickname from me...hm. Rhodey.” 

“How’d you figure that out?” 

“Substituted the ‘s’ for a ‘y’, just simple stuff,” he says with a shrug. “You approve?�� 

“I...guess.” 

“Good. Now Rhodey, how are you feeling?” 

“Like sunshine and gumdrops,” he responds sarcastically. 

Tony smiles, and damn if it makes his heart thump a bit. 

“Better answer, soldier. Extend those arms, please.” 

Tony smells really nice. Subtle cologne and clean laundry. Rhodey finds that he likes it. 

“How’ve you been doing, Tony?” 

“Like a gentle breeze on a day that’s seventy-two degrees,” Tony answers. “Work’s been good today. Helen made tacos.” 

“I had some of those, they were pretty good.” 

“Mm,” Tony answers. “Legs a bit more apart, thank you.” 

Rhodey shifts his stance a little bit, carefully not watching Tony bend down just a tad to get the bottom of his foot. 

(But oof, that was hard.) 

Tony comes back up again, looking into Rhodey’s eyes. For a moment, for a brief moment, his breath is taken away. 

“I need to wrap my measuring tape around your waist. You okay with that?” 

“More than.” 

“Don’t get saucy,” Tony winks. “No one likes more than one floozy at the office, and that’s what got me this job anyways.” 

Rhodey lets out a laugh, and Tony grins. 

He likes making him laugh. Likes it more than he should. 

- 

They spend more and more time together. Tony always makes adjustments, Rhodey realizes that Tony doesn’t exactly keep track of when he eats, so they have lunch together. 

They like it a lot. 

On good-weather days, they eat outside on a bench. Tony leans against one said, foot brushing Rhodey’s calf, and Rhodey doesn’t really mind because he’ll lean over occasionally and steal whatever Tony’s eating. 

“This is theft, you know.” 

“You eat like a bird, what do you know about food theft?” 

Tony almost always stays later than anyone else except for nights with Rhodey. 

Once a month, they have dinner together. Rhodey’s new to the area and Tony’s almost never social with anyone, so they’ve been working through a list of the three-star-rated restaurants and seeing which ones they like. 

“It’s kind of like a date,” Pepper says, on her monthly hangout with Tony (and also kind of a clean-up party for his house). 

“Not dates,” Tony says. “Just friends. I’m sure he has his eye on someone in or out of the office.” 

“Like you?” 

“His first impression of me was me writing an equation on my pair of jeans, and then I haven’t exactly upgraded my style since,” Tony deadpans. “He’s seen me in neon orange sweatpants, Pep. You don’t exactly come back from that.” 

“Maybe he likes you for who you are!” 

“God that’s such a bullshit answer,” Tony whines. “You sound like a straight-to-video movie that came out in 1997!” 

“That’s too specific.” 

“And? You still get the point!” 

Pepper flings a pillow his way. 

“Where is your wine?” 

“In the same cabinet you always leave it.” 

“Goody.” 

While Pepper sways to bed, Tony thinks about what she said. 

It could be possible. Tony had never exactly asked him about himself in that capacity, but Rhodey never had an odd reaction to a statement that involved talking about a partner of the same-sex or a one-liner about it. 

Maybe? 

...no. 

Guys like Rhodey deserved someone better than someone who forgot to eat lunch four out of the seven days of the week. (And maybe four was being generous.) 

- 

On the flipside, Rhodey was currently telling his woes to Carol, who was laughing at him. 

“You nerd!” she says. “You like Tony, and you’ve done nothing about it? Have you even told him that you also like guys? Cuffed your pants?” 

“No,” Rhodey says. “I just...why would he like someone like me? I’m...boring.” 

“You’re not boring,” Carol says. 

“Yeah you are!” Maria calls from the kitchen. “You’re very boring, Mr. ‘Only-Drinks-Black-Coffee’!” 

Carol giggles. 

“Maybe Maria has a point. Maybe.” 

Rhodey groans, leaning against the couch. 

“I’m so fucked.” 

“On the contrary-” 

“Oh shut up.” 

- 

Pepper is tired of people’s problems. They’re getting closer and closer to launch, and Clint’s out sick and Helen is being weird again, and Jane is off somewhere to a secret government-but-not-government launch to discuss things with two potential boyfriends. (Maybe boyfriends. Maybe.) 

Tony is getting stressed. 

Usually, he’s the only one who’s fine during a launch. He’s still cracking jokes, making fun events, and calming down people who are a bit too nervous. 

But usually, he’s not as close to the astronaut as this. 

He’s been thinking about the accidents they’ve had over the years. He doesn’t want a repeat. He’s been pulling all-nighters, avoiding sleep, and checking in on Rhodey consistently, to the point where Rhodey has to drag him outside and tell him that things will be fine. 

(In Pepper’s professional opinion, they’d be fine if they just did a goodbye kiss or whatever, but okay.) 

Tony’s getting into his own head. 

So is Rhodey. 

He’s going to be gone for a long time. He’s going to miss the holidays. And Tony won’t be able to talk to him everyday. 

“You should tell him,” Pepper murmurs. “I think you both would benefit from it.” 

“I’m not going to play that unfair card,” Rhodey murmurs back. “I either confess my love and go to a dangerous mission knowing that he loves me back and I said it when I can’t return, or he doesn’t and I just played a guilt-trip card.” 

“It’s not like that.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

Rhodey shakes his head. 

“I...I can’t do that to him. Wouldn’t be right. After the mission.” 

“After, then,” Pepper says. “When you come home.” 

Rhodey grins. 

- 

The day of launch happens far quicker than anyone wants it to, most of all Tony. 

Pepper actually kicked him out of his office, told him to shower, and wear something nice for once. 

“Make sure he knows he has someone to come home to,” Pepper says. “Wear your turtleneck!” 

“It’s only September,” Tony scowls. “And he’s his own person who’s about to launch himself into space.” 

“He will be fine,” Pepper says. “With your research and work, we’ve cut down overlooked mistakes by about forty percent.” 

“Still not half.” 

“Because we’re NASA,” Pepper sniffs. “Our mistakes matter more, so we make less of them.” 

Tony nods. 

-

He ends up almost being late to the launch because of Pepper’s stupid wardrobe advice. 

He’s wearing his nicest pair of pants, a button-up that’s been at the back of his closet for quite some time, and he’s feeling stupid because he had to play AC/DC in the car so he would actually focus on what was going on. 

Now he’s waiting for Rhodey to exit wearing the space suit that he made and to tell everyone that it was an honor and a privilege to be going to space where things happen and Tony can’t be there to help. 

Life sucks. 

But it goes on, and there’s Rhodey in the brilliantly-designed suit, and Tony’s never been more proud and more sad, but he sucks up his tears and walks up anyways. 

“Hey space-cowboy. Ready to explore the frontier?” 

“As ever,” Rhodey says. “You ready to forget to eat your lunch all over again?” 

Tony smiles. 

“You’ll have to check in with me soon, then,” Tony says. “Cut the mission short?” 

Rhodey laughs. 

“Wish I could. But I’ll send you pictures,” he says. “I promise.” 

Tony stops for a moment, smile dropping from his face. 

“Promise me one more thing.” 

“Anything,” Rhodey says. “Anything you want.”  

“Come back safe. Swear to me that you will.” 

Rhodey grins. 

“Safe and sound, honey. Safe and sound.” 

Tony watches him board the ship, wave to the cameras, and wink at him. 

He rolls his eyes, but blows a kiss anyways. 

-

Tony’s a nervous wreck. 

Pepper has decided that Rhodey needs to not go on missions anymore, or at least take Tony with him because he’s annoying. 

“Can you stop crying on the second floor bathroom? It’s getting annoying,” Pepper says. “Clint says he can hear you and feels bad.” 

“Well how are we supposed to know that Rhodey’s okay?!” Tony says. “For all I know, he could be dead!” 

“I really hope you don’t mean that,” comes a voice from behind. 

Tony whips around, seeing Rhodey’s grainy face from the big screen. 

“You bitch!” 

He laughs, and it doesn’t sound real, but he can see him. 

“Hey Tony. You been making sure no one is pissed at you for forgetting your dinner in the fridge?” 

“Well, now I will,” he admits. “I’ve missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” Rhodey smiles. “How’s everything been down there?” 

“Boring,” Tony says. “When are you coming back?” 

“I got about two more months,” Rhodey says. “And then I’ll be back.” 

“Quit hogging all the screen time,” Natasha teases. “You lovebirds can have your moment on earth.” 

Tony blinks. 

“What.” 

But by that time, Natasha and Sam have already been asking a million questions, and Pepper is filling Rhodey in on what he’s missed. 

Tony is still stuck on the whole ‘lovebirds’ thing that Natasha suggested. 

...that couldn’t be possible. And yet if other people saw it that way...

“Tony? Tony?” 

He blinks again, looking back up at the screen. 

Rhodey is smiling at him, that smile that means that he’s happy to see someone. 

“I’ll see you soon, honey.” 

“Right back at you, space-cowboy.” 

The screen goes to black, and Tony smiles a bit. 

“Aw, you nerd,” Clint teases. “So, you gonna ask him out on a date?” 

“Clint, I will cut off your leg,” Tony says cheerily. “I have to go finish some paperwork!” 

Tony’s done all of his paperwork, it’s one of the few times that Pepper’s had it done on time. 

He has to keep doing things to stop thinking about Rhodey. 

-

He writes him letters. He knows that he won’t ever read them, but writing letters helps and sometimes it makes his hands less jittery. 

He’s not ever going to send them. Ever. Letters are cheesy and they feel...personal. 

Pepper tells him that he’s being lame. 

“I’m not being lame!” Tony cries. “I am just. Protecting myself!” 

“You have the reasoning of a Jane Austen love interest,” she says flatly. “I swear if you don’t tell him, then I’ll meddle. And you know how bad I am when I meddle.” 

“You literally have made things so much worse for so many people,” Tony responds. 

“Not worse, per se.” 

“Oh right, how could I forget?” Tony exclaims sarcastically. “You made things the worst.” 

“If we weren’t such good friends, you’d be dead,” Pepper says. 

“Then let’s be worst enemies,” Tony mutters. “You still ready for pizza night?” 

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Pepper says. “Meet at your place at seven, right?” 

“Right.” 

-

Here is what Tony does not know: Rhodey’s coming back down earlier than expected, and Pepper knows this. 

So she’s been busying Tony with work while she’s acclimating Rhodey to life on earth again. 

“Has he really missed me?” Rhodey asks for about the twentieth time in about two hours. 

“Yes,” Pepper says. “I hope these aren’t your talking points for your interviews. If people know you’re this much of a love-struck idiot in real life, they won’t take you seriously.” 

“I just missed him!” 

“Oh sure,” she responds, rolling her eyes. “And I’m sure you’ll tell the news reporters that you missed me with as many stars in your eyes as now. You like him, you absolute geek.” 

“Well, maybe a little,” Rhodey mutters. “But you’re sure he’ll like the surprise?” 

“One hundred percent.” 

-

Tony is having, perhaps, the worst day in his life. Maybe in history, if he’s being quite honest. 

His car, for one thing, won’t start for more than is done-away-with concern, so he has to call Pepper and say that he’s going to be late since he has to fix his own car. 

“Will you get coffee on the way here?” Pepper asks. 

“Your usual order?” 

“Yeah, you know the drill.” 

Then the line is long because some stupid person wanted to complain, and Tony was this close to just threatening to buy the entire store to make it stop, and he cried on his way to work because he saw a duck cross the road and it reminded him of how Rhodey crashed his first car avoiding a duck that was crossing the road. 

Yeah. It’s rough. 

Then he parks in the wrong parking spot because some asshole with a stupid rental car took his usual spot, and then he stepped in a puddle. 

He hates today. 

“Pepper!” he declares as he enters the building. “I wore jeans today, I got your coffee, and I’m already done with the day. I swear to god if one more unexpected thing happens, I’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and go work for the Soviets!” 

“The Soviets aren’t a thing, Tones.” 

He knows that voice. 

He fucking knows that voice. He isn’t supposed to be back from that mission for another month. 

Tony doesn’t turn around. 

“I’m hallucinating. Oh my god, I’m hallucinating.” 

Hands wrap around his neck, hugging him. 

“This feel like a hallucination?” 

(Okay so Tony drops the coffee.) 

Rhodey’s smile is blinding, and he’s...he’s here. Right in front of him with those not-supposed-to-be-that-hot polo shirts, those eyes that he could get lost in, and just...

Well. 

He hugs him and he hugs him tightly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back so soon?!” 

“Pepper organized it,” Rhodey says, giddy. “Decided it would be a nice surprise for you.” 

Tony looks over at Pepper, who’s trying to hide a grin behind her hands. 

“Pepper if I wasn’t so over-the-moon right now, your heels would be snapped.” 

She shrugs. 

“Worth it. You requested today off, by the way.” She winks as she turns back to her office. 

“Well, what do you say?” Rhodey asked. “Help me get used to having my feet back on the ground?” 

Tony grins. 

“Dinner sounds like a good start. Gotta get you some good earth food, none of that dehydrated crap.” 

“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a decent slice of pizza?” 

Tony grins. 

“I can fix that.” 

[whatyouandihave-makesmefree]

How to say “I love you” without actually saying it - or 137 Milkovichy ways to say “I fuckin’ love Ian Clayton Gallagher”.

1. Kiss me, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.

2. I’ll meet you there in 20.

3. You say that again, I’ll rip your tongue out of your head.

4. Take your hand off the glass.

5. You wanna chit chat more or you wanna get on me?

6. Fuckin’ tough guy, huh?

7. Jesus Christ, you want us to spread a blanket out and look for shooting stars next?

8. Sorry, I gotta go kill your dad, but I’m doing a lot of people a favor, including you.

9. -I missed you-  You did?  -Yeah, man.-

10. So, uh, what you going down for, then, huh?

11. Don’t know what you see in that geriatric viagroid.

12. -You fuck anyone in there yet?-  God, no.  -Wise choice.-

13. Hey, my dad took my brothers on a run out of town for a couple days, so you wanna ditch that dump and crash at my place, you can.

14. Fuck you, is what you were invited to.

15. What are you hoping, I tell you not to go? I’m gonna chase after you like some bitch?

16. -Don’t.-  Don’t what?  -Just…-

17. -You seen him?-  Why do you care?  -Don’t.-

18. You heard from Gallagher?

19. Not fucking Frank. The other one, the redhead.

20. I like fucking carrot-tops, like, with the freckles and the pale skin and fucking alien-looking.

21. He in trouble? What kind of trouble?

22. You wearing cologne?  -No. It’s Kenyatta’s perfume soap shit.-

23. I gotta take care of something important.

24. No, I’m not having fun. I spent the whole day looking for your coked-out ass.

25. You coming back?

26. I’ll do it.

27. Those fingers go anywhere near that cock, I’m gonna break every knuckle in your hand, all 15 of them.

28. Together.

29. That all you think he is? Some twink?

30. Probably best if you don’t, tough guy.

31. Of course we are.

32. You want me to go?  -No, I don’t want you to go.-

33. I’m not lying to you.

34. Ian, what you and I have makes me free, not what these assholes know.

35. Well, good. Leave. What the hell do I care, bitch? Fuck.

36. Hey! Excuse me! Can I get everybody’s attention, please? I just want everybody here to know I’m fucking gay. A big old ‘mo. I just thought everybody should know that. You happy now?

37. Fuck you! Don’t worry about it! I’ve been staying at Ian’s since you’ve been in the can, bitch! Guess what we’ve been doing, daddy! We’ve been fucking! And I take it! He gives it to me good and hard, and I fucking like it.

38. You’re a fucking dick. Yeah, there. That’s what you get.

39. You love him?  -Maybe. I don’t know.-  Because he has a real penis?  -Yeah, I guess.-

40. Rise and fucking shine, Cinderella.

41. Yo, sleepy-face.

42. Hey, you okay? Feeling sick or something?

43. All right, you want me to bring you back something to eat?

44. Ian, are you high? You take something?

45. Fuck’s wrong with him?

46. Before, he was fine. He was happy. He’s staying up all hours of the night, dancing, telling fucking jokes. He kicks my ass every day. I can’t keep up with him.

47. No, no, look. He– he’s low… We cheer him up.

48. What do you mean, hos– Like a psych ward? No fucking way! No fucking way! He’s staying here.

49. I can– I can take care of him. Okay? Let me take care of him until he’s better.

50. Don’t fucking tell me what’s impossible! We’re taking care of him here. You, me, us. His fucking family.

51. He’s not going to some fucking nut house. You hear me? He stays here. He’s staying with me.

52. I’ll be there.  -Better be.-

53. All right. I guess I’m going with you.

54. She’ll send him to a fucking shrink. No. We fix this ourselves.

55. I came out for you, you piece of shit.

56. What’s your type?  -Redhead.-  I am downstairs.  -Batshit crazy.-  Check.  -Packing 9 inches.-

57. I got to take you to a hospital, Ian.

58. I’m worried about you.

59. His partner. Lover? Family? You know?

60. At least he’ll be getting some kind of fucking help.

61. Relationship to the patient?  -Sister.-   -You?-  -Uh, boyfriend.-

62. Hey. Sorry I’m late.

63. We gotta get you to a fucking clinic. Get some meds. Today.

64. Hey, it’s okay. It’s all right.

65. He’s not a fucking lab rat.

66. He’s got me.

67. Hey, Ian’s sleeping in there.

68. All right, breakfast of champs. We got your mood stabilizer, anti-psychotic, anti-depressant. Gatorade.

69. Shut the fuck up. Take the pills, bitch.

70. Hey, no caffeine on your meds.

71. Eat it. Take all those pills on an empty stomach and you’re going to have diarrhea real bad.

72. I didn’t know which Bs to get, so I just got all the fucking Bs. I got B-complex, super B-complex, B-12, B-6.

73. The hell happened to your hand?

74. Did a doctor take care of that?

75. You can’t go anywhere unless you get that looked at, man.

76. Your hand, man.

77. No, no. Look, you’re not supposed to drink on lithium. It makes your blood fucking toxic, and it gets you hammered in like two seconds flat. You can’t-

78. You look like a fucking wet rat.

79. We’re going on a date.  -Fuck, yes, we are.-

80. Where the fuck are you?

81. Where the fuck you been? 

82. You okay?

83. It means we take care of each other.

84. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.

85. You look good.

86. Got a new tattoo. Did it myself. Hurt like a son of a bitch.

87. Been thinking about you. You ever think of me? Gonna wait for me?

88. Will you? Wait?

89. You like the high school bleachers? Our spot, man.

90. Look, I’m, um I’m getting some new IDs, some cash, and heading to Mexico.-  Wow.  -You should come.-

91. Thought a lot about you inside. You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do? Hmm? Can I do?

92. Knew you’d come. 

93. Come here.

94. I’m gonna see you again?

95. The fuck you looking at?

96. It’s what kept me going in the joint. The beach. Us.

97. Oh, check it out. Ian Gallagher putting his big boy pants on!

98. You never fucking visited me.

99. What am I leaving behind? My family? Who cares I never see those shitheads again. You had my back more than they ever did.

100. You ever think about me? When I was in the joint?

101. Fuck, I missed you.

102. What the fuck is that? I don’t want your fucking money! I want you to come with– me.

103. Don’t do this.

104. Fuck you, Gallagher.

105. I rolled on the cartel I was working for, and in exchange, guess who gets to pick where he gets locked up?

106. No, I just did it ‘cause it was the right thing.

107. Would you be fucking happy?  -Yes, fuck, yes!-

108. I guess I need some advice. It’s about my partner, Ian.

109. You’re not throwing your fuckin’ parole for me. We need to get you the hell outta this shit-hole.

110. You don’t belong in here, Gallagher.

111. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay.

112. FaceTime your brother. See the baby.

113. You seen Ian?

114. About time, man. Your Panda Express is getting cold.

115. Eat your Szechuan beans.

116. Chill your fucking tits and eat your noodles, man.

117. Let’s get out of here, get some Pinkberry.

118. No. No. I’m not running. I need to protect him.

119. Jesus Christ. You proposing to me over fucking patty melts?

120. Fuck it. I do.

121. When you know, you know. You know?

122. No, just saying you don’t love me enough now. And that’s fine. It’s cool.

123. Jesus Christ, save the fucking speech, you pussy. I’ll marry you. Of course I’ll fucking marry you.

124. You must really love cock.  -I definitely love one.-

125. You ever try to get me to move to Milwaukee, I’ll fuckin’ murder you.

126. Hey, I like the blue ones.  -Yeah?- 

127. You sure you still wanna go through with this?  -Yes. Why?-

128. You’re a sneaky bastard.

129. -Take your meds?-  Yes.  -Good.-

130. The son of a bitch is never gonna let me be happy. He needs to die today.

131. Well, there’s plenty of strays wandering around the neighborhood. I’m sure we can pick one up for cheap.

132. Yeah, well, at least I don’t have to hide in a coffin till the sun goes down.

133. Damn straight, Gallagher.

134. I, Mikhailo, take you, Ian, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,  to love and to cherish you till death do us part.

135. Good morning, Mr - Millagher?

136. You hungry?

137. You wanna go again?  -Absolutely.-

[ayeun]

the only person I respect in Bling Empire is Anna (spoiler alert up to ep 5)

Anna - a queen. stays in her own lane but people keep going into hers and testing her. she’s confident, genuine and nice, expects nothing in return and actually has manners. gives sound advice and wisdom and living her best life.

Kane - on thin ice. i love his unfiltered commentary and social intelligence/awareness but hate the fact he’s a shit stirrer and enables/supports bad decisions knowing the consequences. ofc, the show wouldn’t be what it is without him planting those seeds. he’s v smart on who not to cross. honestly he reminds me of some people in high school i’d never want to befriend LOL..

Kevin - big dumb hetero energies. honestly i don’t think he’s as “hot” as people make him out to be. there’s this look on his face that makes me think “oh this guy isn’t smart”, and he truly isn’t. his face KINDA reminds me of an Asian Joe Rogan lmao. i think the thing that makes him the least attractive for me is him being a horndog and making inappropriate remarks in front of Kelly AND Andrew(no sympathy for Andrew, but who tf says they’re gonna fuck someone’s gf in front of them???) the whole salsa thing was hard to watch because of how fucking CRINGEY it is of how he attempted to dip and kiss Kelly like 3+ times. get a fucking clue, dude, and give her some space?? also hate Kevin’s FAKE vibes w trying to get on everyone’s good side to keep these rich people friends in his circle. Kevin’s supposed to be relatable to the “poor audience” but Kevin has a net worth of over $10M, which is double Kelly’s. yet this mfker pretends to be poor. also him defending Anna and then quickly making it up w Kim even though she still hasn’t apologized for  the shit she did. it kind of feels like Kevin’s shooting his shot at all the “rich and hot” girls just so he has something to go off of and start a relationship w them after this all ends.

Kim - hate her. not only did she invade the space and privacy of someone who graciously INVITED HER OVER AS A GUEST, but she won’t own up to what she did wrong even when politely given the chance to. that shit’s on camera what you did, just own up to it?? also her doing shit bc “haha it’s for the camera” and chucking Anna’s shit out the window. why not just remove yourself from there, bitch? also i can’t stop looking at the bad/unnecessary contouring job on her nose and her face looking like she got an ig filter on it. girl just do ur smoky eye and call it a day. you actually look worse with contouring!!!!!! she’s also got those fake vibes and pretending everything’s cool with everyone when it’s actually not.

Kelly - sure whatever feel bad for her for being in the toxic relationship, but also this bitch leading Kevin on KNOWING that he likes her by accepting going to salsa with him and entertaining his fantasies by responding back. Just say no?? tell him to fuck off??? you’re rich you can distract yourself with thousands of other things and with other people. the feeling i get of WHY she wants to keep dating Andrew is to have that connection to a “well-known actor”, that she’s dating a celebrity, and  that he’s white “to boot”

Christine - hate her fake ass “philanthropist” shit. the reason she’s throwing these events is just to boost her social status/standing amongst the rest of the rich people and showing off her “generosity”. the whole seating drama, inviting Anna over convo was cringe all over. the name dropping and then the trivia? typical holier-than-thou attitude lmao. people who try to flex their knowledge and then not know wtf they’re talking about themselves is just EMBARRASSING. i felt bad for her one point on the getting pregnant thing but then i thought to myself. wow, fuckin bitch. hope she really does have to take care of 5 children in the future but that should be okay for her so that she can brag about having 25th generation Song Dynasty princes and princesses. also her comment towards Cherie was so awkward. “woww you guys are not married and u got kids??? id get shamed for that w my family!” ALSO Baby G’s celebration..there was a fucking ballpit that SHE PUT in there and she gets ANNOYED bc Anna, whom she invited, jumps in and has fun?? LMAO lord...

everyone else i didn’t write about i don’t really care about enough to / they didn’t have enough screen time for me to truly judge

[divine-draws]

okay i had a whole google doc that i wrote a buncha shit but imma try to CONDENSE it and make my ideas more clear bc there was some wishy washy in there. BUT dabihawks ice skating au bc im gay for that shit. all of it under the cut bc this shit is gunna get LONG. buckle in fuckers. ALSO FEEL FREE TO ASK ME ABOUT this i will be happy to answer shit :3c

SO fair warning before we begin. i know shit about ice sports. im like 1) not THAT educated nor have i legit participated though ive always wanted to and 2) this is just self indulgent so like if i dont get shit right or whatever dont come at me bro. im here to have FUN and live a bit vicariously. also as for location of all this shit i dont know and dont care and am american so my perspective on things are skewed. anyway cw: abuse mention

so dabi (touya) is a previous figure skater

he’s a figure skating prodigy 

enji was a pro hockey player (id say figure skating but this man was BUILT like a brick shithouse idk man) has a lot of championships under his belt but doesnt even begin to touch the legacy of his one sided rival yagi toshinori

him and rei meet and marry at a young age. she like.. actually liked him then?? shit was kinda okay but things kinda.... got bad quick. the abuse etc was ... yeah. she ends up having dabi and fuyumi (they’re twins babeyy) at a young age too and kinda doesnt feel like she can get out of her horrible marriage 

we wont dwell too much on the bad part of all of this though. anyway rei was a figure skater

p well known and known for her fucking GRACE god she moved so well on the ice.

she was so beautiful and spoke through her movements and enji loved that... and so as a hockey player and with a (now previous) figure skater wife he was like aight my kids WILL take up an ice sport and be the FUCKING BEST

dabi isnt made for hockey. enji tries to get him into it but it’s... nah... fuyumi isnt the best with figure skating. she’s good!! and her and dabi do some pair skating when they’re younger but it’s.. hm. dabi is the one with the clear talent here. (fuyumi is a beast on the ice when it comes to hockey though. will dominate. but she kinda... didnt really continue with it)

enji isnt PLEASED that his son isnt gunna be a hockey player but he still values figure skating and will fucking make sure he’s the BEST at it. and so the brutal training starts. he gets some good coaches and also takes up the coaching mantle 

the thing is.. rei was amazing as a skater but her body just... wasnt really made for all of that??? and dabi unfortunately kinda inherited that. his body hates the impacts and such. he’s amazing at figure skating. he has a grace similar to his mothers but there’s something more fierce to him. 

and honestly !!! he gets far!!

also natsuo comes around. he’s a bit too clumsy for either sport and resents the fact that him and fuyumi are neglected by their father. he also loves touya and gets so pissed seeing his brother so hurt

and shouto is born and this kid was made to be on the ice. he’s skating from the moment he can fucking stand on his own.

obvs enji’s attention is split but it’s mainly on touya who is winning championships and GOING places but it’s still not good enough

anyway idk how far he goes?? but it’s the biggest competition yet and on ice mid routine he lands wrong

one thing leads to the next and he’s pretty much medically retired from a young age. he can skate. he can still kinda preform but he cant do what he used to at ALL and he cant keep up with the brutal pace enji sets. there’s a lot of trying to push him still and it’s just.. not happening

for all it’s worth dabi is kinda glad he isnt doing it anymore. but he fears for his babies brother. shouto is a natural and while yes being a professional athlete of any sort is brutal on your body, his body is a lot more capable

but like touya before, shouto is pushed to his absolute limits. bleeding and injuries and puking his guts out from being pushed too far

there’s a lotta resentment but he still pushes through w skating. 

(side note but there DEF is some todomido/tododeku w hockey player izuku who ends up being coached by THE yagi toshinori and who helps shouto out w making shit his own)

anyway so in the end dabi ends up working at a rink tho lol

it’s p much owned by shigarai and run by the lov (who in this au end up making their own little ragtag unofficial local hockey team p much and play games against other teams like them)

despite his father’s whole career, dabi does enjoy playing hockey with these dipshits

but yeah he enjoys his time working at the rink, fucking around and sleeping in random places and sometimes running the zamboni

he’s also best frenemies with shigaraki. they get along and both deal with a shitty upbringing and despite some slight animosity they both would kill if someone fucked w the other 

(also at some point dabi DEF teaches some little kid classes lol)

also dabi does sometimes skate his own routines from time to time. only when he’s alone really. though fuyumi has a pass to be there though he will gripe still

SO HAWKS AM I RIGHT??

now there is a couple ways to go with this and somewhere in me there is an au with hockey player hawks who takes skating lessons from figure skater dabi BUT

i think for this au we’ll just say he was a figure skater from the get go

i think he WANTED to do hockey as a kid. like shouto he’s also a fucking natural and was skating as soon as he could fucking stand and walk. and he looked up to enji and kinda wanted to take up hockey but 

listen,,, trans hawks. who wanted to be like todoroki enji and be a pro hockey player. shit just.. didnt work like that though and besides he’s a tiny dude and god he’d be fucking obliterated 

he kinda is self taught and the ice is his escape from his shitty home life

idk how this works but listen gotta tie in the commission somehow???

he’s scouted or whatever for figure skating at a very young age and his mom is happy to take the heavy scholarships and happy to sign him over to skate for these ppl and have them push him to be The Best

and this kid is FAST. he’s fast and is insane with his jumps and stg it almost looks like he’s FLYING (which gets him the nickname hawks)

the coaches are brutal and shit sucks and a lot of the time it kinda sucks the life out of the sport but he still enjoys it

he has a love for outfits that legit have flare to them (also im thinking of johnny weir’s one outfit w the feathers but yknow instead of white they are RED) and while he does do routines to boring ass music he mainly likes doing shit different (also dabi was p much forced the whole time to do shit to that boring ass music but on his own he’d use his own music taste to skate to)

and he’s good!! he GOES places. he’s like makes it to the olympics at a young age and is one of THE youngest gold medalists for figure skating

im sure somewhere along the line him and dabi DID meet. it was at some competition and hawks was VIBRATING bc there’s ENJI and he wants and autograph and oH GOD IS THAT HIS SON??? he’s HOT. (and at this time dabi still had his red hair and like no piercings and what little ones he had they were out but this dumbass will not recognize him later on)

but god he needs to chill TF out or he will fuck up in the competition 

he hears about dabi’s whole accident and like feels for him but again it’s not like they were friends. there was more of a slight rivalry and they barely spoke if they did

but so idk like.. between seasons hawks finds himself going like nearly every day to this rink.. aka shigaraki’s rink (also sidenote but lbr it’s really run by shirakumo who kinda has to fucking herd the cats w this group)

as frenemies dabi and shigaraki share their distaste for some of these pro athletes (tho some get a pass) and kinda complain about hawks a bit tho like..... shigaraki cant complain TOO much bc of the money from hawks renting out the rink for a few hours almost every day

dabi is too gay for this shit when he actually sees hawks in action. rip him 

tbh they dont really interact tho (besides dabi telling him to gtfo the rink or he’ll run him over with the zamboni) until one day that hawks catches dabi skating

he was done and should have been gone but he forgot something on the bleachers and then he sees dabi and.. oh boy he’s GAY AF

and also dabi is RLLY GOOD???

and so hawks makes a FOOL of himself and startles the poor guy and p much presses all the wrong buttons w asking why he doesnt compete or something

and i mean im sure they had some SLIGHT progress w talking before. nothing significant but god the walls go RIGHT THE FUCK UP and dabi is pissed

tbh dabi was gunna get to the point where he LEGIT talked to him and maybe lowkey asked him out (he says this but shigaraki calls his bluff) and now there is no way. he storms off and tries to avoid him so hard

and hawks tries to corner him a bit but after some time he does manage to corner him and be like pls just let me take you out to dinner to make up for that shit????

aaand dabi accepts bc listen okay he cant say no to free food ??? like he’s kinda pissy w this guy but also.. listen he has EYES 

anywayyy p much this just leads to them dating

hawks DEF looks him up and watches all the vids of him and like the idiot he is realizes that he met him before ( “oh my GOD i know you” “uh… we’re dating i hope u know me?????”  “nO I MEAN WE MET AT (insert comp)”)

but before that dabi did like tell him some shit. mainly about like how he used to skate blah blah and the whole thing that ended all of that

he doesnt really delve too deep into like his shitty childhood until well later

idk what leads to it but the convo finally comes up and it’s so draining for dabi and hawks is horrified and ready to fight his dad (“listen i just sharpened my skates i’ll just-”)

anyway some side things bc this is long and i will answer questions on this tho

rumi is a women’s pro hockey player and fuyumi who actually follows hockey and shit has the BIGGEST crush on her (they end up together)

also natsuo comes to see one of the leagues games (he hasnt really seen them play tbh?? he hears about it from dabi but he lives like at least a few hours away on campus and is going for med school so rip him) and like he meets shigaraki and anyway dabi is losing his FUCKING MIND bc his best frenemy/boss and his younger brother are FLIRTING. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM???

dabi and hawks are really gay together and have skated together by this point and made out on ice a few times and shigaraki was miserable and is like “NOW U KNOW!!” and dabi is pissed bc “yEAH BUT THAT”S MY LITTLE BROTHER??? IT”S NOt thE SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

[televisionboy]

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So there are just domestic Guarnere hcs 💖

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When he left for the war he almost had enough money to live on his own. He has started to move out of his moms house

But then he got drafted and had to leave, he didn’t have a house yet but his mom saved up enough money for him

The first thing he did after he got off the train station with you was find one of his younger siblings picking him up, laugh and hug them and introduce you. Of course he says “my girl”

He bought an apartment with you 2 weeks after coming back to the states, ir was small and a one bedroom apartment. But it was downtown and close to his mothers house

Before he lost his leg, he always used to tell you that Saturday’s he would take you dancing or to Gordon’s. The restaurant downtown that he loved and everybody went to in Philly

But it’s definitely hard for him to even get out of bed some days, emotionally or physically but you’re there no matter what

Sometimes when his leg isn’t hurting as much, he puts a record on and slowly sways with you in the living room, trying so hard to do the romantic dip and kiss you

His favorite dates aside from spontaneous ones, are ordering pizza and drinking beer with him, I mean it’s not really much of a date considering you adopted it as a tradition every Friday night

He loves doing your makeup in the bathroom. One time when you weren’t home, he did a swatch of lipstick on the back of his hand, it was ruby red and he decided that it was his color! You still don’t know to this day that he did that

Guarnere can out drink you in a competition, he’s proved it many times. However you’re always the one drunk and you try to take care of him even as you’re drunk

Oh god, he wants so so badly to have kids. SO FREAKIN BAD. One of the first people he reached out to when he came back from the war, was a doctor. He wanted to talk to one to see if he was able to make children

He has a whole list, front to back, of baby names. The first child? After his grandmother, second child? After his father. Third? He heard the name in a TV show and loved it

He makes the best fucking food but won’t tell you how he makes your favorite dishes (hint: call his mother, she knows everything)

He’s a simple man, maybe a few months after coming back from the war, he proposes. It’s just very classic too. It’s one of those days that his leg feels fine, it’s just his stomach that’s nauseous

He takes you on a date to a nice, elegant restaurant and he starts to stand up which leaves you utterly confused because he doesn’t do that a lot, randomly and tries his absolute hardest to kind of?? Get on one knee

You’re just crying and stopping himself from hurting his leg. He pulls out a diamond ring from his jacket pocket and simply states “I fucking love you, I want to marry you and have kids with you. You’ve been my side through thick and thin and anything in between”

He loves to lay on your stomach and listen to your soft breathing while you read a book and softly stroke his hair, he does this a lot when you’re pregnant

When you come home from work, you always bring in the mail with you and sort through it together, you fucking love getting letters from the Easy men. Mostly they miss Bill and you always rush in the door and into his arms and excitedly give him the letters. Guarnere gets off earlier because he can’t work long hours due to his leg

It’s something he’s insecure about, he only works until 1:00 and you don’t get home until 2:30 you both decided it would be better for him. He’s incredibly insecure about his leg, even as you’re married. He can’t take you dancing or out to bars

One time for his birthday, he wanted to go to the new pub in town but his leg was acting up so while he was sleeping, you made your own bar at home (something my dad did for my mom in their marriage). You told your neighbor about your idea days before and she agreed it was so thoughtful, she got a mini apron and white blouse and when Bill woke up, he was certainly surprised

Every morning, he wakes up first. He makes coffee for the both of you and sits on the couch, reading the newspaper. Sometimes he makes breakfast before you’re up, but it’s a “thing” you two do together, make breakfast. Vvv domestic if I do say so myself

You visit Heffrons family all👏the👏time👏. The children get along and while they’re playing, Babe and Bill usually just talk about whatever while you and Babes wife gossip about your husbands to each other

He has so much PTSD, he’s scared of the snow crunching, thunder, when the dog even wakes up in the early hours of dawn and her collar rattles, he somehow gets frightened. Just let him be little spoon and he’ll be forever greatful. There are days tho where he needs to know that you’re physically there and there’s so spooning, you’re cuddled into his chest kissing his muscles and face and softly cooing to him at 2am

He feels so freaking guilty that he keeps his angel up worrying about him, but whenever he mutters this, you always press a sloppy kiss to his lips and his chest before saying that he looks handsome in the moonlight and turning your back to him so he could cuddle you. And he gives you the biggest heart eyes at his angel ❤️

[jfcspencer]

PARA: big surprises!

WHO: journey smith @journey-j-smith & spencer stone.

WHERE: jo's house.

WHAT HAPPENS: jo is pregnant!

JOURNEY

Journey sat on the floor of her bathroom. She probably bought the whole shelf of tests this morning after dropping the kids off with her brother. Spencer was on his way over, like always, and she was so excited to tell him about at the same time she was scared. They joking talked about their future together and Jo had some truth being her words. She wanted everything they ever talked about. And now one of them was happening. She walked down stairs in her short shorts and bikini top just as she heard the door open. “There’s my sugar.” She called out as she hit the last step

SPENCER

this week, spencer was kid free so he was able to spend some more time with his girlfriend journey. on his way over he grabbed them a small six pack of beer to just hang out and chill around as the summer was coming to an end. when he got there. he opened the door and called out, “jo! i’m here!” he smiled before shutting the door behind him. when he saw her at the end of the stairs he placed the beer down on the couch and made his way over to her. “you know my birthday isn’t for awhile but look at this sexy present,” he winked, placing his hands on her waist and kissing her lips. “i brought some beer so we can just chill today.”

JOURNEY

She smiled softly as she kissed him back. “Well I’ll remember this outfit for your birthday then. But I was thinkin’ y’all would want me in a lot less.” She joked as she looked over at the beers. Oh how he knew his weakness. “Great! Let’s put them in the fridge for now. I have something to show you.

SPENCER

“hm, i would like to be surprise but you in anything is a great present,” he winked at his girlfriend. he felt his hands on her hips before nodded his head. his body moved to grab the beers and heading his way to the kitchen. “so,” he chuckled out opening up the fridge and put them in there. “what do you plan on showing me today?” he questioned, looking over at the beautiful blonde near him, closing the fridge. “a present?” he teased her, pressing a kiss to her lips a few times. “like an actual present because you didn’t have too babe.” hummed out the man, pushing her hair back from her face.

JOURNEY.

“No…not a present. A surprise I guess……” she thought for a moment. She let out a sigh and took his hand. “Just come with me.” The blonde lead him up the stairs. Feeling her heart beat start to race which each step. How was he gonna react? Was he gonna be happy? Or mad? As she walked into the bedroom she dropped his hand. She walked over to the bathroom and gesture inside. To the sink that had about 10 positive pregnancies tests sitting in it. “There…” she said in a small voice. The feeling of her about to cry welled up in her stomach

SPENCER

“a surprise?” he questioned, arching his brow up a bit while he listened to her for a short moment. he followed her up the stairs, he had no idea what he was going to walk into today. he never knew if this was going to be a good thing or a bad thing. was it like a break up talk or something? he wasn’t sure. when spencer saw her gesture for him to come into the bathroom, he followed slightly confused until he came face to face with the many pregnancy test on the counter. they had talked about having kids, they have been together this whole time. he loved kids, he didn’t mind having more at all. “holy shit,” he chuckled out, wrapping his arms around journey. “i know we talked about it a lot so i guess we saw this coming,” he chuckled, kissing her forehead. “are you ready for this? me forever? a big head baby?”

JOURNEY

The blinked up at him before bursting out into tears. Covering her face before hiding in his chest. She was just so happy and relieved to hear his words that she lost it. Bitting her lip she looked up at his with tears still rolling down her face. “I’m ready for everythin’ and anythin’ with you suga.”

SPENCER

spencer was taken a bit back when she burst into tears and burried her face into his chest, he quickly wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. "why are you crying, baby?" he asked her in a quiet voice, his hand kept rubbing her back gently. "well, i'm glad we're on the same page about this little nugget here." he kissed her hair softly. "so i guess i brought beer at the wrong time then." chuckled out the man, looking down at her with a kind smile.

JOURNEY

She sniffled. “I don’t know. I recon y’all be mad….or,or upset.” The women sniffled using her hand to dry her face. “I was just scared.” The women said softly with a hiccup. “But I’m happy now.” The singer giggled lightly and shook her head. “No no. It’s the perfect time. You get to celebrate!” Journey smiled happily at him. In the past she really didn’t get the moment to tell her late husband that she was pregnant in person. It was always over the phone. And besides Lux, it actually didn’t go well at all.

SPENCER

the man stepped back, cupping her face to wipe her tears with his thumbs. "i could never be upset. we talked about having a kid, shit, if it came out negative i would pull down my pants right now." he laughed, trying to get her not cry and put a smile on her face. "i grew up by myself and i always wanted a big family. we're gonna be a family," he smiled, kissing her nose lightly. spencer wrapped his arm around her, walking them down to the kitchen. "i agree, a celebration beer is in need! i mean for me, we can get you whatever you want like a milkshake or something." he chuckled out.

JOURNEY.

The women couldn’t help but laugh at his words with her head in his hands. She never felt more safe then with Spencer. A dumb smile grew on her face. “We’re gonna have a baby.” The women followed him to the kitchen and pulled out a beer for him and popped it open. “For ya, sugar. You’re gonna be a daddy.” Journey said getting tears in her eyes.

SPENCER.

“we’re going to have a baby,” he repeated smiling down at her. spencer leaned down to kiss her lips a few times. he thanked her before taking the beer and bringing it up. “you’re going fo be a mommy,” he cheered out before bringing it to his lips to take a swing of if. he set it down and chuckled out. “baby, dont cry,” he wrapped his arms around her again. “id start crying if the kid comes out looking like me.” he laughed out.

JOURNEY.

She shook her head and wiped her face. “I’m just….” Journey sniffled and looked up at him. “I’m just so happy. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” She beamed. “I’ve honestly never been this happy and felt this safe with anyone else. And I love you.” She smiled big and stole a kiss from him. “I can only wish to have a child like you.”

SPENCER.

spencer placed the beer down, taking journey's hands in his. his thumbs ran across her smooth skin, smiling down at her. "well, i am so very glad that i could make you this happy, jo. truthfully, i love you and you really do make me so fucking happy. i'm with you, this is the happiest i have been in such a long time and it's because of you," mused the blonde, resting his hands on her waist but slowly went to her stomach and rubbed it gently. "i love you too," he hummed leaning down to meet her kiss. "trust me, you don't." he laughed out, shaking his head. "lyric is just like me and i had to apologize to my mum."

JOURNEY.

“You make me happier then you will ever know.” She hummed softly at him. “I think we were that the other was waiting for all our lives. The missing piece.” Journey placed her hand on top of his as it rested on her stomach. “No I do. I really do. I wanna watch them grow up and become just like you. Having a little you is nothing I’ll ever regret.”

SPENCER.

"i agree with you, baby. i think we needed to go what we needed to go through so that we could meet each other in our lives," he told her, keeping his eyes on her and his hands on her stomach. his smile grew feeling her hands on his. "why are you so fucking cute?" he chuckled, pressing a kiss on her lips. he was sure that he had heard those words before but it never mattered until right hearing it from journey's mouth. "well, i hope they're just like you. kind, sweet, and with the most beautiful soul."

JOURNEY.

To out side world, Journey looked like she had a great life before meeting spencer. Married her high school sweetheart who became a war hero with beautiful kids. But Jo was never this happy. Felt this perfect. This love before then. She sniffled before nuzzling into him. “I think we have rethink our living together timeline.” She giggled

SPENCER

it was no surprise that spencer had been linked to many people in his career. some of them he did care for and loved and others were nothing but random hook ups. this relationship of his was different, he had never met anyone like journey before who quickly changed his whole mood, his life, his heart. she had this insane impact on him that wanted him to be a better person. “moving in huh? i can do that. we do got a tribe so we better house hunt soon for one huge ass house.”

SPENCER.

She giggled. “Swim-up bar!” The blonde cheered happily. “That was a requirement I believe wsaid while in Vegas. We can also just build one.” She said and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tears drying slowly. “Big house. With room to grow. I just moved into here and I don’t wanna move again and let’s be real. We’re gonna have a big family because I’m one of 11. I think I need to hit at least 9 or 10.” The women only kinda joked. She was gonna have a big family

JOURNEY.

the man laughed and nodded his head. "i do believe we were in talks of having a swim-up bar. i don't know these terms of 'we build one' because i'm just going to hire people for that," he chuckled out, rubbing her back gently. he was happy to see her so joyful to be pregnant and start this future with him. now that he was with journey, he couldn't picture a life without her. it was so strange how quickly she just came into his life and completely changed it around. "big house, noted. big family so you hear that down there?" he pulled back to look down at his pants. "we got some work to do," spencer teased out. "nine or ten, huh? we got six already with the tribe. i can do maybe two more but if it happens later in the future then i'm so here for more with you."

JOURNEY.

She shook her head. “Y’all such a city boy. It’s cute.” Journey walked over and grabbed a water bottle for the fridge and found her way to her normal spot. Right up on the counter top. Her eyes rolled at him. “I mean….I can go for more but I know that’s a lot to ask. I mean….y’all took on the dad role to my kids already and I feel like that’s already asking for to much.”

SPENCER.

"you could never catch me building anything. i make music, not anything else. well and babies because ya know," he chuckled pointing down to his pants once more. he went over to grab his beer and bring it to his lips for a sip of it. "hey, i love your kids. i love all kids. as a dad myself, it's natural to me. i love them very much. plus our kids are the same ages and so yeah," he chuckled softly.

JOURNEY.

Again she shook her head. “No, Spencer it’s different.” She said. “Their dad is gone….and he ain’t coming back. And they’re probably not gonna remember him when they get older. Lux never even met him. But they know you. And they’ll know you as their dad.” She looked at him. “I mean I’ll never let them forget Andrew but…..your here. It’s not like step dad….You’re their daddy already in their eyes. And I feel like that’s a lot to ask of someone…”

SPENCER.

spencer stood quiet while journey speak to him about the kids. he could never replace andrew, he never want too. he wasn't sure what to even say, what could he even say about that? he reached over to take journey's hand and squeezed his hand gently. "then we won't let the kids forget him at all," he whispered out.

JOURNEY.

She smiled and gave a half hearted laugh. “We?” She looked at their hands for a moment. “All that being said, I am so happy they have a man like you in their lives. Because they’ll never know life without a dad.” Journey smiled back at him. She knew her kids, and she knew what they thought of Spencer. They loved him, so much. Her oldest daughter had already made the slip of calling Spencer daddy already and she wasn’t exactly sure how he would feel about that.

SPENCER.

the man looked over at the fellow blonde and nodded his head. "yeah, we," he playfully nudged her shoulder lightly. "i mean, we did talk about getting married and starting our lives together so i want them to know who their dad is." he took the hand that he released her hand and brought it up to wrap his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "so let's make sure they never forget." he told her, smiling down at her.

[utterlyinevitable]

Today’s bed time story was actually fluffy??????

Like wasn’t compelete fluff but it was pretty pleasant???????

Loved it 💕 thank you ☺️

two days late on the need for fluff. better late than never ??? 

transcript under the cut 💕

Trying to Plan a Forever

So ub has been in wayhaven for about two years manning the hatches and whatnot with their detective. Mason and Lia had fallen into a relationship more than a year ago. 

One off day they’re sitting around her apartment and she’s sorting through the pile of Mail she’s ignored

She received not one, but three wedding invitations from people she’s gone to high school with. All within a few weekends of each other

She stared and groaned.

When did she get so old that everyone’s getting married?

She’s nearing 30 and her biological clock has been ticking and she’s caught herself wanting things she never dreamed of before.

She’s sitting on the couch next to where Mason is sprawled out. The three ornate invitations staring back at her. Almost mockingly.

“What?” He asks pulling her out of that weird state and face she’s making. 

“Busy summer,” she gathers the three cards and passes them to him. 

He just stares at them in her hand. Scanning one to get the gist.

“Gonna go?” 

“Probably should” she shrugs

There’s a brief pause and then her eyes meet his.

 “I’ll be out of town” he states. 

 “All three weekends?” She retorts. Shaking her head at the blatant lie.

He shrugs non committal.

“I don’t like weddings” 

“It’s different when it’s your own,” is the only argument she made, wholly agreeing on how the wedding industry is a bit too much sometimes. She can only imagine what his sense would be thrown into should he accompany her.

She half expected him to make a joke along the lines of ‘how would you know sweetheart got a husband I don’t know about?’

But he didn’t.

“Don’t understand the appeal.”

His words were laced in something she couldn’t place. Something a little unsettling.

“It’s what you do when you’re in love, Mason” 

He scoffs. 

“You don’t want to get married? Not even back when you were a human?”

“No, don’t think it was ever in the cards for me.” He takes out the lighter and fidgets with it. He rarely needs his vices when they’re together and she knows she’s teetering on a fine line.

“The whole marriage institution means nothing to a vampire. ‘Death do us part’. there’s no death in immortality”

She instinctively leaned back to look at him fully.

“So the idea of a forever is what? Something you’re not into?”

“I never said that.”

She’s looking at him critically.

“Those contracts aren’t meant to last for centuries. They’re for the government instead of the two people.”

“So you’d prefer a spiritual ceremony to civil marriage?”

“Trying to get me down an aisle, sweetheart?”

“Just trying to figure out where your heads at.”

“What id PREFER is to skip to the good part,” he winked. 

She rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. 

“I like the idea of an intimate ceremony. Nothing fancy, just close family and friends”

“Got your dress picked out too?” He chided playfully. 

When she didn’t respond and looked away when flush started to creep up her features, masons chest sunk. 

He didn’t know what to say. All he could think of didn’t surface. That quip slipped before he even knows it was happening. 

“Sweetheart...” 

She didn’t look over at the comforting pet name, embarrassed. 

He reached out for her to pull her closer and fold her into his chest. 

“I know, it’s stupid” she muttered. 

“No,” he kissed her hairline to make up for upsetting her. 

“does it really mean that much to you?” He asked

“I don’t know. Yes? Maybe...” she says

They sit like that, his arms wrapped around her and she chews on her lip thinking. 

“I think I’m just starting to realize a part of me wants a husband and a baby...”

“Seriously?”

The malice in his voice is oof

“Yeah” she says monotone.

His hands fall to just graze her. Pulling back while not actually letting her go.

“A kid? Really?”

Masons mind is on one track. Completely dumbfounded stumped and shocked. 

She shifts in the seat to face him, legs folded. “It’s just an idea!” 

“Forget it. It’s not happening” he was decisive. 

“What the fuck why not?”

“Are you forgetting I’m a vampire, sweetheart? I can’t have kids.” 

“But i can. Medicines come a long way in the last hundred years.”

“And what’re you gonna do, raise the kid for a couple years and abandon them like Rebecca did for you?” 

The words came out harsher than he meant them. He just didn’t know what else to say to illustrate the point he was trying to make. The human and supernatural worlds CANT coexist. That’s no place to raise a kid. 

“We can’t settle down in one place for too long before humans get suspicious. You won’t age and have to move around every few years”

Her face scrunched up “why won’t I age?”

And then the unintentional meaning hit her like a ton of bricks 

“Oh...”

Even though in the span of the last few minutes she’s lost out on a normal adulthood, her smile grew

he wants me to turn 🥺☺️

“Can that even happen?” She wonders out loud. The agency must have protocols against all this. And ofc Rebecca will be against it. And on one hand it will solve her inferiority amongst the team. 

His lips are pressed and eyes squinted as he thinks. He’s had the fleeting thought before but never so much as verbalized them. “I don’t know... your blood... we don’t know how it would react” he finally admits

We? She thinks to herself.

The agency had been batting around scenarios of what may happen if she was turned. She has vampire blood in her system. But could the mutation cause problems for a full immortal life? Mason is too selfish and hesitant to find out for sure. He’d gladly run to the ends of the dimension to find someone else with her blood type to do the experiment on.

“So... if I was normal you’d turn me” it wasn’t a question but a fact she hopes to be true. 

“There’s nothing normal about you, sweetheart” he reaches out to caress her cheek. He loves every flaw and infuriating thing about the stunning woman before him. Even if he hasn’t told her yet in those three words. 

He leans into his touch. Hazel eyes closing halfway to relish it fully.

She sighs and they’re in this moment for a bit.

She raises her eyebrows signaling for him to answer the damn question.

“I wouldn’t.” 

Her eyes snap open “what? Why?” Utterly confused.

“Has to be your decision. Make sure there aren’t any other human things you really want to do. Being turned before you’re ready.....” a flicker of torment passes his now sullen face. And she knows exactly why.

“So when I’m ready you’ll do it? You’ll spend forever with me?”

He chuckled. Fucking chuckled like this was a joke. She was ready to start fuming at then action.

She saw his silver eyes clear and unclouded. The pureness only something she’s witnessed a handful of times. 

Then he clarified,

“Felix could. It’d be the highlight of his existence.”

And without saying it she understood that a. Natural born vampire would have to turn her.

There was some unspoken tenderness flowing between then, transporting them in the apartment.

Lia climbed into his lap. Arms thrown over his shoulders and weight on her knees as not to fully press against him. At least not yet. 

His hands immediately cupped her ass. Then another slipped under the fabric of her shirt to rest on her lower back.

 “And THEN you’ll marry me?” She coaxed.

“Eternity’s a long time.” 

“You said yourself marriage licenses are only meant to last a few decades before they expire” she winked.

He brushed her hair back out of her face and cupped it. Her fingers twining in his long strands.

And Mason wanted to say it. He itched to say the words at this perfect moment.

But instead he pulled her into an intimate kiss.

“Kissing me won’t make me forget” she mumbles against his lips.

“I can try,” he matches her right back, playfully. “We have all the time in the world.”

-the end-

[jj-lynn21]

Cozy Cove: Best Man

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 not really much to warn: Strip club, innuendo

When we last checked in on Cozy Cove Eric had Proposed to Tami and she had excepted. When he told Axel, Axel was ready to take him out to celebrate. But when a call came from his Susie Q which ended with her being rushed to the hospital, Axel jumped on a plane to be by her side. Once she was safely back in her dorm Axel went home. We now continue this story.

It was raining bills on the dancers at Club Fin. Axel was cracking up as his brother Eric just tossed money at the mermaid and beach babes dancing for them. They had been drinking for hours as the club’s dancers performed great routines with a beach theme. He had the VIP treatment set up for the groom to be with tables near the stage for the whole crew. The women paid Eric close attention and he reveled in it. 

“Hi, I’m Casey.” The waitress smiled at the groom. “How are we doing here? Another round? A lap dance?”

“All the above for him.” Axel chuckled. “We will all take another round when you are finished making him squirm.”

“Don’t leave out the best man.” Eric grinned. “Invite a friend over for him.” Eric held up some bills.”

“Of course.’ Casey snapped and another girl came over. ” I’m Christa.” She straddled Axel’s lap.

“What about me?” Josh pouted. “I’m their brother.”

“You can watch.” Axel and Eric said in unison. They laughed as Josh pouted.

“You are barely old enough to be in here.” Eric told Josh not taking his eyes off the dancer gyrating over his lap.

Axel was not completely into it, but he was not going to deny the groom a request for him to get a lap dance. He would rather it be with his Susie Q. grinding her hips towards him. The thought made him squirm. He stuffed a few twenties between the dancer’s bare breasts. “Excuse me doll.”  

She got off his lap and went to another customer. Axel got up and padded Eric on the shoulder. “Enjoy, I will be right back. Save me a shot from the next round.” Eric nodded as Axel walked away. He found a quieter spot near the entrance to call his girl. “Hey, Susie Q. How are you doing?” His voice was a little slurred.

“I’m just studying tonight.” Susie giggled for him. “You having fun tonight? I thought it was guys night out with the groom to be?”

“yeah, Yeah, Eric is having a great time.” He glanced around. “I’m missing you. These girls have nothing on you Baby Girl. You are so soft and more pretty. You are going to be on break for the wedding, right?”

“I will have a week to spend in Cozy Cove before heading to Cape Canaveral.” She had told him this before, but she knew in his inebriated state he didn’t remember.

Axel pouted “What if I said that’s not enough for me. I want you home Baby Girl. I want you hear to stay.”  

“I know Axel” Susie sighed deeply. “I want that to, but you also want me to finish my degree. We will have fun in Florida when you visit. You promised to take me to Disney World.”

“I would promise you the whole world.” He was getting drunken tears in his eyes as his emotions got stuck in his throat when he spoke. “I mean that shit Susie Q.”

“I know Axel.” She can hear his emotional state. “Why don’t you call it a night. Call me tomorrow so I know you are okay? I will answer even if I am in class. I love you.”

“I’ll get them wrangled up.” He wiped a tear from his cheek. “This place is about to close anyway. Everyone is a bit wasted. I have a limo waiting outside to take us home. They will drop me last since I am the organizer. I’m be fine. I will just be thinking about you all night because I love you to.”

She hears him take a deep breath before he hung-up.  Axel stumbled a little towards his brother’s and friends as last call and last dance were called overhead.  He tried to sound together as he rounded them up. “All right gentlemen we closed the place down.” The lights came up and it about blinded him. He had to shield his eyes with his hand. “Thank you, ladies.” He led around of clapping and hollers and hoots and whistles.  

He helped Eric up. They both helped Josh up. Axel was in the middle as the three of them walked to the limo with four others, Henry, Sam, Ryan and Nick. They all fell into the limo.  

“That girl have you riled. You got up pretty fast.” Eric chuckled his eyes a bit unfocused.

“Not really.” Axel rolled his eyes. The one kept rolling an extra second until he focused to calm it. “It just made me miss my girl.’

“I know what you mean.” Henry admitted. “I cannot wait to bask in Alison’s glow.

“You are a poet.” Eric bowed almost falling forward to the floor of the limo. “You need to speak at my wedding Henry or at least help Axel with his best man speech.”

Henry blushed. “If he wants me to, I could I reckon.”

“Thanks Henry.” Axel patted him on the back. “I will keep that in mind.”  

Henry is the first to get dropped off. He had texted Alison. She stands waiting with a blanket as the sun starts to peek on the horizon. “Did you have a fun boys night, baby?” Alison asked as she ushered him to the door of their trailer near the beach.  

“Yeah.” His cheeks turned crimson. “The girls were nice. They were good dancers.”

“Should I be jealous?” She got him into bed laying on his chest as his arm wrapped around her.  

“Naw.” He smiled. “They ain’t you. You’r my only love.”

She smiled as they drifted off to sleep.  

Others were dropped off one by one. Josh and Axel helped Eric into his home. Tami was waiting up and just shook her head to the drunken mess he was. His brothers plopped him down on the couch.

“I got it from here boys.” Tami grabbed a blanket and a bucket for beside the bed in case he got sick.  

“Hi, Baby.” Erics eyes are barely slit open.  

She smiles. “Did you have fun, Eric?”  

Axel and Josh made their way back to the limo as the soon to be married couple chatted about the evening as much as Eric could before passing out.  

“You did good Axel.” Josh slurred out as he got out at his place.  

“Thanks, Bro.” He watched his little brother stumble to his door and open it before closing the limo door to head to his place. He gave the driver a few $100s as a tip when dropped off at his place. He dropped his keys on the table, stumbled to the restroom, and hit the bed face first when he got to his room. He was snoring in minutes.  

When the sun brightened his room Axel stirred in his bed. A slight moan escaped his dry lips. Under his eyelids his eyes could be seen shifting back and forth.  His chest extended and fell. Breathing was heavy. He grabbed hold of the sheets as he grunted. Body soaked. Still in the cloths from the night before. They stuck to his body like they were painted on him. His eyes flew open.  

“Fuck.” Axel rasped his mouth feeling like cotton. He blinked a few times sitting up slowly. Whatever he was reacting to didn’t stick in his head. He scrubbed his face. His head was splitting. He held the wall stumbling to the bathroom. After he pissed a river, Axel turned the cold water on the tap and drank right from the facet. He could feel the cold water clear down his throat. The hot shower water beading down his body felt even more enjoyable.  

He slid on a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen where he grabbed a Gatorade, He downed almost half of it. He laid on the couch turning on the television. He was back out in minutes. When the maid came to clean, she was extra quiet. No vacuuming. Just changing the bedding and putting away the clean cloths she brought and taking the dirty. She placed a blanket on him. The donuts she brought left on the counter. The juice in the refrigerator.  

When he woke midday, his headache was gone. He felt better than the morning , just starving. He was excited when he saw the box of donuts. He opened the box seeing four specialty donuts. A chocolate cake donut with some white cream and sprinkled with Oreos. Another was a glazed donut sprinkled with chocolate chips. A third was covered in white icing with cinnamon toast crunch. The fourth has white icing with peanut butter crunch. He took the peanut butter one.

He licked the top down to the opening where he discovers the filling. His finger dipped in and swirled before he pulls it out. Popping it in his mouth he makes an almost orgasmic sound as he sucks off his finger. He uses his mouth and tongue to get the rest of the creamy filling. This whole ritual makes him think of his girl, so he goes to find his phone.

He finds his phone plugged in on the nightstand. He thinks his cleaning person must have done it when she came to clean. Another thing he was grateful for her doing while he was passed out on the couch. He pushed one button to dial up Susie Q.  

“Hey sweet girl, are you in class.” He purred into the phone with a deep gravelly voice.

“I’m between classes.” Susie talked as quickly as she was walking. “Can I video chat you back when I get to my room? I would love to see your handsome face.”

“I would love that.” He hung up going back to the kitchen to devour his treat and drink some juice as he waits for her to call. It is only minutes before she does.

“Hey sexy.” She giggled. “What’s that on your top lip?”

“It's there for a good ride.” He grinned.

She laughed harder. “I see that mustache trying to come in a bit fuller but that’s not what I meant. Go to the mirror.”

Axel went to the bathroom mirror. There was a huge glob of peanut butter on his upper lip. He proped his phone up against the mirror to wash his face. Water dripped around his features making Susie bite her lip.

“I wish I was there to just lick it off, Daddy.”  She licked her lips.

Axel grinned. “I’m sure I would enjoy that Baby Girl. I enjoy everything your tongue can do. I miss everything you can do to me.”

“Only two more weeks.” She sighed deeply. Her chest slowly rising and falling making Axel so needy for your breasts and the rest of her. “How was the bachelor party?”

“I think it went good.” Axel made his way to plop onto the couch. “I haven’t talked to Eric, but the dancers took care of him well.”

“Did any of them take care of you?”  Her eyes big and curious. “I wouldn’t be jealous.”

“Um, Yeah one of the ladies gave me a lap dance.” He looked away from her as he grabbed his juice. “I just closed my eyes imagining it was you, Baby Girl.”  

“Is that so?” Susie smirked.  

“Honest.” Axel smiled innocently. “I don’t really want anyone but you riding my lap, thigh or face. Damn, I couldn’t even eat a donut without thinking about you.”

“I’m sorry everything you do seems to put naughty thoughts of me in your mind, Daddy.” She smiles unbuttoning her sweater. “I have to go soon but if you call me later tonight, I will try to clear your mind. When I get home, I’ll do much more than make you watch. I can’t wait for your hands to touch these.” Under the sweater her bra was white lace leaving nothing to the imagination. “Can you wait?”

“I will try.” He licked his lips. “Damn you can be a tease.  

[calypsoff]

Thirty Nine. Part 2

I am ever so slow, like coming off the plane people hated me, but the main point is I am not in pain, but I am slow with it. I am having to pull this big ass suitcase along with me and then my backpack, I am trying out here. Robyn has been trying to call me, I feel so bad about this because she is calling me and I am just watching it ring out, I don’t want her to get a clue I am here, like she will hear the sound in the background, and she will know. So I am just watching it ring out, I did text her to say I am not well at all, but she doesn’t believe me at all “thank you sir” the taxi driver grabbed my suitcase “where too my friend?” he asked “erm Kensington Oval please” I heard that the journey is like thirty minutes so I am not happy about that “far away” he laughed, nodding my head “yeah” I breathed out “please sit in” taking off my backpack as I got into the car, shuffling inside the car and closed the door. This is about to take a whole long time to get there, the driver got into the car “you seeing the queen today? She is home” I chuckled “who is that?” I questioned, I think I do know who he is speaking on “Rihanna!” he spat “oh yeah, I think I know her” I am playing, he seems to be a major fan “you know her!? She is a queen, I met her once. So beautiful, our queen” I cooed out, that is so sweet to see how much love she gets while here. My phone started to ring, digging into my pocket and looking at the ID “what’s up?” I answered, “you in the taxi now?” Mel asked “yeah, thirty minute drive, this will be fun” rolling my eyes “yooo Robyn is so angry, she said he is up to something. Why isn’t he answering my calls, is he cheating on me Mel. I goes stop it but then she said but we don’t have sex, he is showing off his body and won’t answer my calls, she is panicking so much” my poor twin “man, I wish I could, but she will know” I feel bad now “I know, wait. She is coming” Mel said, hearing the door bang “he didn’t pick up, should I be concerned?” oh my god, Robyn is really going through it “I don’t think he is, maybe he is unwell. Calm down, anyways. I will call you later ok?” she said to me “will do, bye” disconnecting the call, I feel bad now because Robyn is going through it.

I did fall asleep, I mean it’s a long journey to the oval, but I can tell I am here, it’s very hectic around this place. Everyone is walking around everywhere “are you staying at hotel here?” he noticed I woke up “uhm yes I will be, it’s close by” I lied “well we are here” he is dropping me off right at the front ticket gate “can you drop me off at the side, like backstage. You think you can do it?” I mean it’s a little too busy and I have the suitcase with me “of course I can” let me ring Mel, I think Robyn should be getting on stage now, or getting ready too but people are still trying to get in, black people timing I guess. Pressing my phone to my ear as it rang out “Chris!” Mel shouted, oh it’s loud “hey, I am out the back. Come to me, quick please. It’s so busy” I hope she heard me “I assume you’re here!” she shouted, and the phone dropped “you know Rihanna?” he asked “I think I know you; I was sat here thinking. And your face, you’re her boyfriend” he has finally figured it out “I am” I admitted “I think after all that time you should know” he laughed out “oh my god, I driven Rihanna boyfriend. I love Rihanna so much she brings so much love and light to this country, she represents us. You first time here” nodding my head “yes it is, I am excited. She tells me so much about this place so I know it’s going to be good” he looks so happy “you will love it; I hope we meet again sir” he is a good man.

I told Mel to hurry up but again, black people timing she is going to be late “I am so sorry! I had to get Rihanna some water, look at you! Oh my fucking god Chris!? Is that you brother? Oh my god, you look so good, wow. I mean we left you like that and you come here looking like this, sweet chile. I get why my sister is just worried but come here, let me see your ass walk now” laughing hard as fuck at Mel saying that, walking over to Mel “don’t judge me, I am a little slow with walking, but you know. I am getting there” she waved me off “who the hell cares, come here” Mel hugged me “it’s so good to see you like this, I am so happy for you, for her. She is going to be so emotional seeing you, welcome to Barbados” I grinned wide “thank you, I feel the love already. Can you help me with my suitcase though, like I can do it but I just been on my feet for a while now” she waved me off again “I will do it oh and, here” she took off her pass, she had two around her neck “this is your AAA pass, keep it on” taking the pass from her, placing it around my neck “I am excited” I grinned “thank you for that, you didn’t need to pull my suitcase around” Mel rolled her eyes “you have come a long way, Robyn would tell me how you was and to see you like this. Smiling, vibrant. Just full of life, you think I care about just helping you a little, boy please. Let’s go in, Robyn is around, there is some technical problems, but I can take you to the viewing room, she is backstage” nodding my head, I don’t want her to see me now.

Mel looked at me and froze, just placed her finger to her lips and waved me over. I mean it’s loud as fuck here, ain’t no way in hell can anyone hear so what the hell. Looking down the hall as I followed Mel and there she is, that is the back of Robyn. I know my girl; she is with her team already to go on stage. We are close as fuck and she doesn’t even know it yet, Mel yanked me to her “the hell nigga, staring at her” she closed the door behind me “I think she is going on stage now; we can hide out here and then go to where the family is. I can’t believe you are like this now, you have really put in work for these past two and half months, like you have worked so hard. I have seen you when you was on crutches and so quiet with everyone” I laughed sitting down on the couch “yeah, I was going through it then. I have come back bigger and better now; I am ready to commit too. You said that y’all having a family meal after this, just to celebrate tour is over? You told me” Mel sat down “yeah we are, I think Robyn is just happy to end this, but she was saying Chris isn’t coming so I think I could go to Cali, it’s not fair to be in Barbados all that time and he needs me” I cooed out “she is my love but yeah, I am going to propose to Robyn” Mel’ eyes widened in shock “what? It’s not even been a full year right?” Mel is shook “but in my heart I known her my whole life, I love her so much and I want to propose her, this time last year I went to her concert with my girlfriend then and met her thinking she wouldn’t know me so yeah. Shit is full circle, but I want to ask Monica and Ronald first, I ain’t disrespectful like that” Mel doesn’t know what to say “you telling me you’re marrying my friend!? Oh my god, I literally cannot even deal oh my god!” she spat “she is going to cry, wow. Chris you’re going to make her life. You really are, awwww yay” Mel is more shocked than anything, I don’t blame her at all.

Walking behind Mel inside the room with the family “oh my lord, is that you Chris?” Monica said and shot up “no way, oh my god. I literally remember you when I left, look at you. I feel so choked up. Come here” Monica opened her arms and hugged me “thank you momma, I love you so much. Thank you for riding with me” hugging her “I am so emotional, I seen how much you went through. Oh my lord you look so good” I chuckled, Rorrey came up to me “I didn’t know you was coming?” dapping him “same but you know, I came out for Robyn” moving back from the hug “my daughter is going to be so happy to see you, come in. Come” she waved me in “Rajad” dapping him “this is my dad” Rorrey pointed out “is this Robyn’ boyfriend?” he said pointing at me “it is, this is the man she is obsessed over” Rorrey patted my back “hi” shaking his head “hi to you too” smiling at him, that is an awkward meet “come over here Chris!” Noella shouted, I swear I used to call the baby annoying “you still find my baby annoying?” I snorted laughing “no, never. Not now” leaning down “can I hold her?” I asked pointing at Majesty “of course, and she isn’t annoying” picking Majesty from Noella slowly “hey Maj, wow you look so much like your momma. You really do” she is so damn adorable “hey there” stroking her cheek “you ain’t going to cry now? You not going to show me up now” she is looking at me with her big brown eyes in shock “you like me don’t you” she smiled “see that I am loved!” I spat; she is so damn cute.

I am trying to get her family to another room, but they are so loud and talking so I don’t want to talk over them, I am just sat here waiting for the moment “Monica!” I shouted so loud, I am so dumb, but I wanted to get it over with “yes?” she looked at me, now I feel nervous “may I speak to you, Ronald, Rajad and Rorrey please? In another room, if I can?” I don’t want to tell everyone here, there is so many people, her whole family came out “erm, of course yes” she looks so confused but got up anyways, getting up from the couch. Mel smiled at me “I may take a little while” I said laughing, I am slow as it is “you can do it Christopher” Mel said laughing, walking behind Rorrey “which room?” Monica asked “just the way across us, the dancers room. I will be quick promise” my leg went kind of dead then; I am doing too much so I do know why anyways. The family filtered to the dancers dressing room, here I am trying my best to get there quick, but I made it “hey” I laughed, closing the door behind me “yeah so, I will be quick. So yeah, I just wanted to speak to you all first before I did anything because it’s respectful to do so. Robyn and I have been through a lot, we ain’t been together the longest but we have been through a lot. And when Robyn took care of me back at the house, she supported me and everything, I just realised that I would like to spend the rest of my life with her, when you know then you know, and I do know. I knew I liked her when we met when we were teenagers, but I am going to ask for her hand in marriage. Do it the right way for us both” I was nervous as fuck saying that but I said it, I breathed out “oh my god” Monica placed her hand over her heart “Christopher you going to marry my daughter” nodding my head “yes ma’am, she is my wife in my heart already” I grinned, she cooed out and hugged me “I like that you doing it legit, that’s what I want for my sister” Rorrey said, I am so glad they happy for it “I am glad you’re happy about it, I wanted you all to know. I know how much you all mean to her” Monica is happy, I can tell with her reaction “like you said you haven’t known her for a year yet, ok you met when she was younger but she’s famous and you will then inherit her money, is that what you want? You want her money and she’s too stupid in love” I was not ready for Ronald to come at me sideways “money? You think I want Robyn for her money, I ain’t the one using her name in blogs” this nigga pissed me “just leave it dad, come let’s go” Rorrey just wanted to end that before it turned ugly.

Mel helped me make a sign saying ‘Do you remember the Richmond VA tour date’ I hope she does see the sign, but Mel said she is going to make the most noise, Mel has been ever so kind to me and I love that about her, she is walking with me, helping me. She told the family to go out first and we will come after, eventually we came out here “if she doesn’t notice your blonde tips then she blind” Mel shouted, making our way out into the VIP crowd, there is a lot of people here. I don’t want to be pushed around “we will stand here, because she will be walking along here when she sings we found love, which will be soon” looking at the stage and my smile grew, she has been so damn hard. She has been worrying about me and then coming out to entertain a crowd, I am so much in love with her “you must be sick of hearing these songs now?” I said in Mel’ ear “don’t get me started, this is why I came out near the end. I know she has been excited for this moment, she wanted this to come so quick. She wants to relax in her home, but she has been worried about you” nodding my head feeling a little bad, I didn’t want her to stress about me.

I feel like an idiot with this sign “lift it, now! Do it!” Mel yanked my arms up, lifting up the sign. It’s huge, covering my damn face too but Robyn is walking down stage finishing off her choreography, I hope it’s not long “ok she is finishing off now” the music cut off and the fans shouted and cheered “she is walking and drinking water, she is looking around too. She is getting closer too. Rihanna!!!” Mel started shouting jumping up and down, oh god if this doesn’t work I will look dumb “To be in my home, to see all you beautiful people. This is my dream come true right now, I love you all so much. Every time I come home I get nothing but love, I can be me because I am home” the crowd cheered, they love her “and my fans, I love you all so much. What does that say, do I remember the Richmond VA tour date? Of course I do, I got my fans travelling to me all the way from the states!” Robyn yelped out, dropping the sign down slowly “what!?” Robyn squinted her eyes, I grinned staring at Robyn “no way! Oh my god” Robyn gasped placing her hand over her mouth and turned around, the whole stadium is quiet, and I feel the attention on me. She twirled back around, the tears in her eyes glistening from the light shining down at her. She shook her head all emotional “I can’t” she mouthed shaking her head and then laughed “I love you” I mouthed to her “I am so emotional right now” Robyn spoke down the mic “my boyfriend is here, please show him love” Robyn turned away to walk off “she is so emotional right now, she had to walk off. You really got her” licking my top lip watching her walk off, she is wiping her face as she did.

I left to go backstage, I can’t be standing around for too long it’s not good for me so I just came to sit in the back and I know that her tour is done now, but I think she is celebrating and thanking everyone, I need to gather myself to stand up for Robyn. I wish I could be with them to celebrate but I just needed this rest, getting up from the couch. I think I can hear them “watch it Robbie!” Mel spat, Robyn flew in as I got up but then abruptly stopped “poppa, what the fuck” she placed her hands over her mouth again “I can walk now, well kind of” walking over to Robyn, she sobbed out crying “hey, stop crying” walking into her, wrapping my arms around her “you’re here and walking, oh my god” she wrapped her arms around my neck “you’re back with me, you look so well. I prayed every night for this moment Chris” Robyn is making me emotional “you’re really back with me” pressing a kiss to the top of her head, she moved back and looked down at me and then slowly looked up “poppa, it’s just. I can’t believe it, you’re you! You’re back, Chris you look so well” Robyn is shocked “I love you” placing my hands at the side of Robyn’ face and placed my lips onto hers, our lips slowly meshed together, and the kiss was slow and sensual, Robyn placed her hands on my torso. I grinned moving back from the kiss “you been wanting to see the six pack” she snorted laughing but then started crying again “hey, stop it” hugging Robyn.

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Superposition

a deancas college-roommates AU

Chapter 5 is up on AO3! Chapter-by-chapter masterlist here. 

Fell on Black Days

Present

The drive back to Dean’s apartment was painful. 

He didn’t speak a word the whole way. Not that he could have, even if he had wanted to. The pain in his head from the sunlight was unbearable, and the bumpy roads of Lawrence made him feel like emptying his stomach at any moment. Dean just shut his eyes and gripped the bottom of the leather seat. 

He knew, logically, that Cas couldn’t be staring at him, that he had to be watching the road, but Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being assessed. Carefully considered. Cas in the driver’s seat made the cabin air feel heavier. It pissed Dean off.

Finally, they arrived at the dinky little apartment complex Dean called home. Cas turned off the engine. Dean exited the car and took a massive breath of fresh air, still squinting against the offensive sunlight. 

“Here,” Cas said, handing Dean a pair of sunglasses. 

Dean stared at him. “Where were these twenty minutes ago?” 

“I thought you were sleeping.” 

“Whatever.” 

Dean put on the sunglasses, which helped the ache in his head ever so slightly. He led Cas to his door, beckoning for his keys. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed at his one-bedroom apartment that he’d been living in since he left WSU. He was sure that Cas hadn’t lived in a place like this since their freshman year. 

Cas said nothing as the two walked into the space. Dean threw his keys on the counter and moved to close the blinds. Darkness was an absolute necessity if he wasn’t going to wear the sunglasses inside, he had learned that much. 

“Make yourself at home,” Dean said, sitting gingerly on the couch. 

“Actually, I’m heading back out.” 

Dean blinked. “What?”

“I need to retrieve my suitcase, at least, from Mr. S — from Bobby,” Cas said. “Then I’ll need to find a hotel.” 

“Right,” Dean replied, clearing his throat. “Whatever, man. I’d offer to drive you, but you wouldn’t let me, so I’m not even gonna try.” 

Cas rolled his eyes and made to leave. 

“Do you need anything, Dean?” 

“A beer and a cigarette would be great,” Dean deadpanned. 

Cas turned at the door. “You’re… Smoking again?” 

“What’s it to you if I am?” 

Cas stared at him for a long moment, his eyes narrowed, and Dean wondered idly if he was about to get the shit beat out of him by his old college roommate. At least he could claim foul play — he was concussed, after all. 

“What is your problem?” Cas asked, carefully annunciating each word. 

“Are you serious, Cas?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Fuck me, man,” Dean said, squeezing his eyes shut once more. He wanted to say, where do I start? He wanted to say, you up and left and never said goodbye. He wanted to say, you were my best friend and you dropped me like I meant nothing.

He didn’t say any of those things. He just said, “It’s not important.” 

Cas was standing very straight and very still, glaring at Dean with something like holy wrath. Dean averted his eyes. He couldn’t deal with any of this; being concussed, Cas being back. It was too much to handle.

Cas opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of it, and closed it again. He breathed out, slow and loud. When Dean chanced a glance, he no longer looked angry, just… Sad. Defeated. 

“Dean…”

And Dean hated it, the way Cas was looking at him, imploring for him to explain, the way he felt cosmically small sitting in this room with his once-best friend. He was hurt and he was mad and he was tired and his brain couldn’t decide which of those three feelings should be winning out. 

“Stop,” he said. “Go find your motel, or whatever.” Exhaustion seemed to be inching out a win. 

Cas gave him a final, morose look before muttering, “Get well soon,” and closing the door behind him. 

 Despite his earlier argument with Cas, Dean did indeed avoid the beer in his fridge. He simply laid on the couch in the dark, Bob Seger streaming quietly from the speakers next to his television. His eyes were closed, but sleep refused to come. 

Dean thought the universe must have it out for him, because there could be no other explanation for Castiel’s car conveniently breaking down ten minutes away from his shop. Cas, whose entire existence was shoved in a “Fragile: Do Not Shake” box in the back of Dean’s mind, right there with his dead parents. Thinking about Cas just made him sad, or angry. Mostly angry. Now, he’d had a full interaction with the man he hadn’t seen since he was nineteen, and those feelings were a million times worse. Before now, Dean could have pretended that memories of Cas were too closely linked with memories of his father’s death, and that was why they hurt so much. He couldn’t pretend anymore.

Mostly, he avoided thinking about his brief stint in college altogether. He hadn’t even been back to Wichita since he’d failed out. It held too many reminders; of the life he’d almost had, the people he’d loved, how, for once in his life, he’d been good enough for something. No, those memories, too were tightly bound and tucked away in the deep recesses of his mind. He’d peak in occasionally; maybe “Wish You Were Here'' played in the grocery store, or maybe he was a few shots too deep in whiskey. 

And life was better that way; hell, life was good that way. He’d suffered in a private hell for months after John died, waiting for someone to pull him out, surely someone would pull him out. When no one ever did, he’d had to do it himself. He buried his fake ID in Sam’s sock drawer and wouldn’t touch it until he fixed his life. He begged Bobby for a job, worked his ass off to prove he was capable. He found a shitty little apartment for him and Sam. He took his brother to school every morning, cooked dinner every night, and worked every hour in between. It was hard, it was painful, and he’d bloodied his knuckles in frustration more than a few times. But he did it. He rebuilt his life. It was stable. It was good.

He’d thought it was good. 

Dean was about three pissy thoughts away from losing his security deposit when his phone began to buzz. He paused the music.

“Hey, Sammy.”

“Dean!” His brother yelled into the phone. Dean winced. “Jesus. You sound awful.” 

“Nice to hear from you too.” 

“Bobby called, told me what happened,” Sam said. “What the hell did you hit?”

“No clue,” Dean said. “But it knocked me down pretty good. Had to get eight stitches.” 

“Damn. You’re okay, though?”

“Well, I’m not bleeding into my eyes. But I guess I have a mild concussion.”

Dean could practically feel Sam rolling his eyes. “Yeah, it sounds really mild. You’re not going back to work, are you?”

“I think if I set foot in the shop, Bobby would kill me himself,” Dean replied bitterly. 

“Good.”

They were both quiet for a moment, then Sam said, “Bobby also told me that some guy drove you to the hospital. He said he recognized him from a picture on your desk, was it Ca-”

“When you comin’ home?” Dean interrupted. He did not need to talk about Cas with Sam “Tell Me How You’re Feeling” Winchester.  

“Uh, my last final is tonight. I should be in Lawrence around eight tomorrow night.” 

“Awesome. Guess I gotta get the air mattress set up for your dumbass,” Dean said. He’d never admit it, but Dean really did miss Sam. It was his first semester of college, and he was all the way in Austin. Dean was proud, so proud, but it still hurt knowing his baby brother was ten hours away. 

Sam chuckled, but it sounded forced, even to Dean. “Yeah. Yeah, can’t wait.” 

Dean sat up, and the room wobbled a little. Too fast. He groaned a little before asking, “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah, um, everything’s fine,” Sam said quickly. “I just… I think I’m gonna spend a little time in Kansas City this year, that’s all.” 

“What?” Dean snapped. “Why?”

“Well, there’s this girl in a few of my classes — her name’s Eileen — and her family is in KC, and, well, she kind of invited me to spend some time with them, so I thought, you know, since it’s so close…” Sam trailed off. 

“What, did you just meet her? Why are you going Christmassing with some random girl’s folks?”

“She’s not a random girl, Dean, we’ve been… She’s been a great friend to me this semester,” Sam said, sounding irritated. “And I’m still gonna be in Lawrence for Christmas, I’m just not gonna be there the whole break.” 

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Right. No, that’s great, Sam. Haven’t seen you in four months, but go ahead, spend some time with a girl you’ve never even mentioned to me. Hell, no one fucking tells me anything, so I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if you show up married.”

“Dean —”

Dean hung up. 

He almost felt bad, but he was too busy being pissed off. The last twenty-four hours had been ridiculous. 

He almost turned on the TV before remembering the no-screens rule from Dr. Barnes. Muttering to himself, he stood slowly from the couch and made his way to the medicine drawer in his kitchen. He wasn’t sure about the adverse effects of taking NyQuil with a concussion — conveniently, he also didn’t care. He threw two back with a large gulp of water, then laid back down, waiting for sleep to take him.

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Switched

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( Jensen, Angst + Fluff; hunter reader who is Dean's girlfriend + Prompt: “This can't be happening")

Summary: Y/N wakes up next to the man she loves, at least she thought so.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (brief), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki. Other Y/N

Warnings: angst, language, tension, making-out, AU Universes (like the French Mistake), violence, switching places, fluff, implied smut (barely), a slight Sir kink

  Warmth, it’s the first thing you feel when you wake up next to Dean. His arms wrapped around your waist he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

“Dean…” You whimper as he starts nipping at your neck.

“Uh-huh, …you are in this mood today?” Dean says but something isn’t right with his voice. It’s not as deep as usual.

“Baby are you sick? Your voice sounds odd.” You stammer.

“No…I’m fine…but you need ‘the Dean’ this morning.” He says and his voice is back to normal.

Turning around in his embrace you look up at him and your hand slides over his cheek and you wonder again.

Since when is his skin so soft?

He almost looks like he’s wearing make-up but then his lips press against yours and you open your mouth to let him slide his tongue inside.

His cock stirs in his pants as you grind against him. You never were that forward, that open in the bedroom before.

“Fuck…so hot…” Dean groans as you flip him onto his back.

Your hands slide over his chest and you want to kiss him but then your eyes land on his tattoo or rather the place where it should be.

“Where is your tattoo, Dean? You ask looking around the foreign room.

“Baby, we should stop playing ‘make me the Dean’. Can’t we just be Y/N and Jensen?” He asks and you freeze.

“Who is Jensen and why am I wearing a wedding band? Oh, god…did we get drunk and married. Is this a joke of you and Sammy again?” You ask and the man underneath you doesn’t seem to understand.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Did you hit your head? I mean last night you were alright. What’s this obsession with the show out of the blue?”

“Show?”

“Supernatural, Baby. Did you forget about my role too?”

“Oh, god…you are Jensen Ackles…” You gasp.

“Last time I checked my ID card I was…” Jensen stammers looking at you.

“This can’t be happening…not again.” You curse.

“What’s wrong, Baby? Shall I call Gen and Jared?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I went to sleep in the bunker next to Dean and now I’m here once again. Did you do this? I mean was last time not enough. We already fucked last time…oh…shit…”

“Baby?”

“I can’t explain…you don’t remember…don’t you?”

“Uh…you mean the odd dream where you were the role you are playing. That was years ago and you remember? I mean we weren’t a pair back then and you told me you are not my Y/N. After you found no way ‘back home’ we had the hottest sex ever…damn all the things you did to me…”

“Don’t remind me! I couldn’t look Dean in the eyes for weeks and then we did it too…” You mutter climbing off Jensen’s lap.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous, Baby.”

“I’m not your Baby, Jensen…okay. Some angel dick or someone else must’ve switched me and your Y/N once again. She better not touches my Dean.” You curse pacing around the room.

“You are serious…damn…I’ll call, Jared and Gen.”

----

“Just relax, Y/N. I know you are confused but this is Sam, that’s Cas and I’m Dean. I guess we all know by now you are not my Y/N…once again. This can’t be happening, Cas…” Dean says looking at the foreign Y/N in his bed. She looks exactly like you but at the same time completely different.

“Damn, who is behind this?” Sam curses handling the Y/N in Dean’s bed a flannel.

“Got no clue. We had no trouble with angels lately and I don’t think Castiel sent us into an alternative universe. Means only Y/N got switched once again. That Jensen asshole better does not touch her again!” Dean yells and the woman in his bed flinches.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Jay. This is not funny! Jared, tell him to stop this nonsense! Misha almost got killed last time you two did this!” She yells now.

“Lady calm down. You are not my Y/N, and I’m not Jensen Ackles, okay. I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam and Castiel, the angel. I know our life is a show in your world but here…” Pointing around the bunker Dean locks eyes with the foreign Y/N. “…here all the shit is real. So, sit over there, drink your coffee and we are going to switch you back.”

“How?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know, dude! I want my girl back!” Dean curses while Castiel tries to remain calm. He’s got no clue how to get you back.

----

“She said she’s Y/N from the show…like last time?” Jared asks glancing over to you pacing around the room.

“Yeah…I mean she acts like back then…in bed too…if you know what I mean.”

“Damn…what now? Shall we call a doctor?”

“No, dude! What if…I mean…everyone told us we were on set back then but we weren’t. Even Genevieve told us I called her the ‘fake Ruby’. What if this is not a joke or something my wife imagines, Jare?”

“Are you nuts?” Jared whispers.

“No…I mean…what if?”

“Seriously? You are talking about different universes now? Did you play Dean for too long?”

“Jared. Yesterday my wife went to bed like always and this morning she is different and I like it. Damn my cock never was that hard…believe me, if she wouldn’t have tried to break my arm after I tried to kiss her I would bend her over the bed and fuck her right now.” Jensen groans licking his lips.

“Guys? Shall I talk to her?” Gen asks entering the room.

“You brought Ruby here? How did you bring her back? That bitch is dead for almost ten years by now!”

“Y/N?” Gen gasps and you can see the hurting all over her face.

“Sorry…I was trying to get into my role. Thought it would be funny to trick all of you for a while.” You lie.

“Damn…Baby! You scared the shit out of me.” Jensen pants moving his arms around you while pressing his hard cock against your leg.

“Tell your friends to go home and we can finish what we started.” You whisper and his cock twitches.

“Fuck…yeah…”

----

“Did you meet someone strange? Maybe you touched something in a store or at the flea market yesterday.” Sam says.

“Uh…no. I mean I was bored and looked around on my own. Y/N got pissed and said that sometimes she wished I would be more attentively or more interested in things she likes.” Dean stammers remembering your sad face. “I told her to find someone new... then we went to bed…angry…for the first time in over 8 years, Sammy. What if I do not get her back?”

“Did you touch something or Y/N?”

“A mirror. She liked it and bought it. It’s in our room.” Dean says and Sam nods at Castiel.

“We will get her back, Dean. Now let Castiel and me check the mirror and if it’s an artifact. I called Rowena too. Maybe she can help.”

“Okay…” Dean whispers glancing at the foreign Y/N on his bed. He can see the fear all over her face and wishes he could take it away…

----

“What happened last night?” You ask sliding your hands over Jensen’s chest as you straddle his lap.

“You don’t remember?” Jensen asks cocking a brow.

“Not really…”

“Well, we had a fight, a terrible fight. You wanted to buy something in that antique store, a mirror and I didn’t listen. I was too busy talking to Misha on my phone.”

“Mirror? Did we buy it?”

“Yeah…it’s in the bathroom. Can we go back to what we did before we got distracted? I’m painfully hard, Baby.” Jensen groans and you almost feel pity for him.

“Hmm…wait…” Showing mercy you cup his face to kiss him softly. It feels wrong, he looks so much like Dean, but it’s not him but you need to distract him to…well use the handcuffs you found in his nightstand.

“Baby? Fuck…you want to play? Never thought you would be doing this again with me…” Jensen groans and you shrug.

“Sorry, Jay but I will not cheat on Dean. Your wife will be back soon, just tell her you want to try new things. I bet she likes it…try to call her good girl and let her call you Sir or spank her ass playfully. I’m into hair pulling too. If she’s only a bit like me, she will come like never before…” You chuckle walking into the bathroom to check the mirror.

----

“Okay…Rowena said both Y/N’s need to touch the mirror at the same time.” Sam explains and Dean rolls his eyes.

“How shall we know my girl is touching the mirror right now?” Dean mutters.

“We have to let this Y/N touch it the whole time. Also, she needs to wish to be back to her world…her life, back at the side of the man she loves.” Castiel says and Dean falls silent.

“What if she doesn’t want to come back? What if he’s giving her something I can’t give her?”

“Dean…let’s do this. Y/N loves you, you know that.”

“Lady…uh…Y/N. Can you…”

“I’ve got this. I might not be your Y/N but I play her long enough to understand what it takes to bring me back. If your Y/N only loves you half as much as I love Jensen she wants to come back for sure.” Jensen’s Y/N says.

“Good. Touch the mirror. Focus on Jensen, your life and the love you feel for him. Just let your love flow.” Sam says and Jensen’s Y/N touches the mirror.

----

Your hands are shaking, and you pray this will work. If the other version of you touched the mirror at the same time it could’ve happened you got switched.

Placing one hand onto the mirror you close your eyes. Remembering all the good times with Dean, the love you feel and the warmth when he holds you tight you let your love flow and the mirror starts glowing.

Opening your eyes, you see yourself in the mirror for a second before you disappear.

“Y/N, are you alright? I can’t get up…are you hurt?” Jensen screams but then he sees his wife walking out of the bathroom.

She has a smile on her lips but then her eyes darken at the sight of her husband tied to the bed.

“Hmm…Jay. Do you want to play Baby? Shall your wife help you out? Look at you…so hard for me.” She swoons and Jensen licks his lips.

“Please…my good girl.” He groans and his wife’s smile grows.

“Yes…Sir…” She whispers.

----

“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean stammers as you fall to the ground. With shaking hands he picks you up to check on you.

“Dean? Shirt off!” You order and he looks at you in confusion.

“Baby?”

“I said shirt off!”

“Fine…” Removing his shirt Dean watches your getting up from the bed to slide your hands over his chest. The tattoo is back at his place and when you touch his cheeks they are scruffy as you like it.

“My Dean…you’re mine. Thank god. His face felt like the butt of a baby.” You chuckle jumping into his arms. “I’m sorry about the fight. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart…wait…you touched his face?”

“Don’t get jealous. He didn’t get any…just handcuffed him to the bed…”

“Damn…uh…”

“Hmm…did you just get hard, Dean? Does my bad boy need some playtime with his good girl?” You ask and Sam awkwardly leaves the room with Castiel hot on his heels.

“Yeah…missed you. She wasn’t you…”

“He wasn’t you either. Love you…”

“Love you too, Y/N…now back to the handcuffs…”

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