#like he put up the biggest fuss about it. said it was all the kids' responsibility. that he wanted nothing to do with it.

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Lucifer & MC's relationship is so fucking funny??? It gives me heavy 'Dad and the pet he said he didn't want' vibes

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dinner and sunsets — DREW STARKEY

authors note first off, thank you all so much for the love on my last two fics. writing this took me a few days and i wrote over 2k words too. i hope y’all enjoy reading. feedback is always appreciated <3

summary drew has been gone filming his upcoming movie in Italy for a few months. you make the decision to fly out to surprise him with your three month old daughter.

warnings none just a bunch of cuteness of dad!drew with baby his baby girl.

Drew has been filming in Europe for quite some time now. When he first left it was extremely hard because you guys are usually together. Tears were falling from your faces dropping him off at the airport. In all seriousness, you couldn’t be more proud of him and all his accomplishments he’s done to get where he’s at now in career.

Leaving was hard for Drew because he was leaving you and your four month old daughter, Tatum, home while he’s thousands of miles away. You knew you would come visit him and see what Europe is like. So, that’s what you did. The plane ride was long but it was worth it the moment you made it to Italy. 

For the most part Tatum did a good job before and during the flight. There were moments where she would fuss and cry but settled down once you calmed her down. In other words, flying with a baby isn’t easy. 

Drew’s manager and you have been texting back and forth about the whole thing. When you got to Drew’s apartment he’s been living in, you were in complete awe when you walked into his bedroom where a picture of Tatum and you were placed on his night stand. His manager said that he would be coming back in an hour once they are done filming for the day.

Tatum laid on her back kicking her feet like all over the place and making a bunch of noise while you unpacked your clothes. Tatum was a spitting image of Drew especially in the eyes and especially the facial expressions she makes. She continues to grow by the day, you wish time didn’t fly by so fast.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” grabbing both her tiny feet, moving them up and down, making her giggle at your gesture. 

An hour passes, Tatum’s sleeping, and you are on your computer looking up stuff. You look up from your computer to your phone, Drew should be here any minute, you thought. Taking your phone, placing it towards the door to get Drew’s reaction, and hitting record when you heard the front door open. Surprisingly Tatum didn’t wake up from his walking inside.

Footsteps slowly made their way towards the bedroom. Your heart is beating at a rapid pace as he gets closer to his room. Taking a seat by the edge of the bed, placing both hands on your lap. Drew’s on his phone typing when he enters the room, you playfully roll your eyes, clearing your throat to grab his attention.

He looks up from his phone quickly.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” his face lit up once he saw his two beautiful girls on his bed waiting for him. He puts his phone in his pocket, opening his arms. 

“Hi baby” you run into his arms, “i missed you so fucking much” you whispered softly.

“I miss you guys so much, you have no idea” he explains, placing both hands on your cheeks, and kissing you on the lips. Fireworks exploding in your stomach as your lips touch.

You let Drew pull away first. You guys just stare at each other, not saying a word. He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. You don’t know what you would do without him in your life. 

Drew goes to open his mouth but is interrupted by Tatum yawning; you let out a chuckle when he shuts his mouth then grins, looking at Tatum who’s opening her eyes.

“My little angel is up from her nap, huh?” he coo’s with the biggest smile. You see a smile creep up Tatum's mouth from her dad’s words. She gets a little too excited and starts moving her body – she usually gets like this with Drew.

He picks her up, placing her on his hip, and kissing the top of her head. The bond they share is unbelievable. From the moment Drew held Tatum in his arms you knew they were meant for each other. Before you got pregnant all Drew would talk about was he wanted a girl for his first child and when he found out, he couldn’t stop crying. 

He was so relieved to see you both. Every text, facetime, and phone call, he always mentioned how much he misses his girls and wishes you were here. Now he has you both, he feels complete and so do you.

“When did you guys get in?” he asks.

“About two hours ago. She slept for most of the time and I took a little nap too” you explain, taking the last set of clothing from your suitcase.

“How long are you staying?” He says without hesitation.

“A month” you said dragging the th at the end.

His jaw drops.

“This is the happiest day of my life.”

“I’m glad you got here safe though. I think we should stay in for the rest of the day and relax since my two beautiful girls had a very long flight to see daddy” Drew exclaims while making eye contact with Tatum, lightly tickling her with his right pointer finger. Little giggles left her mouth.

“Sounds like a good idea to me” you smile, admiring the two. 

Two days go by, Italy is so beautiful. You don’t want to leave this place. Drew brought you and Tatum on set to watch him film a few scenes and meet the cast. Going to the museum was one of your favorite things to do as a family and especially looking around the markets with all the fresh fruits and vegetables then buying them afterwards.

Spending time as a family makes your heart full.

Drew wanted to take you out to this amazing restaurant he went to with a few cast members one of the first weeks he arrived. He wasn’t kidding when he said the pasta was to die for. The service was great, pasta tasted delicious, and the wine was unbelievable. 

The sunset looked absolutely stunning from your perspective. With the music playing in the background and lights made the experience feel magical. You grabbed your phone from your purse, taking a couple pictures.

You told him what life’s been like back home – you’ve been busy with work, hanging out with friends, planting flowers in front of the house, and taking care of Tatum obviously. 

Drew talked about filming and how it’s been going for the last few months. One of the things he said that stood out the most is how proud he is of himself for coming this far and never giving up. Actually tears started to build in your eyes. 

“Baby, you saying that makes me so happy because you’ve gone through so much in your career. This job you have right now is huge for you and the fact you got the role is even a bigger accomplishment” you say with joy.

“Thank you baby, that means a lot to me”, taking a hold of your hand, gently squeezing it.

After Drew paid for dinner, he insisted you guys take a walk around for a bit and you agreed. The weather felt nice with the breeze.

Drew pushed the stroller with Tatum in her car seat playing with her toys— she started putting one of them in her mouth and talking to herself in her own baby language. It caught Drew and you off guard.

After dinner you guys decided to walk around the area and try to get Tatum to close her eyes. Since you are staying for a month, you want her to get used to the time change. You guys walked into a shop with a bunch of snacks; you couldn’t take your eyes off the varieties of different snacks which aren’t like the snacks in the states.

Picking out a few snacks that caught your eye and bringing it to the cashier. Drew recommended these chips he really likes.

“Should we walk around more or start making our way to the apartment” you suggested, putting the bag with the snacks under the stroller. 

He thinks for a second, scrunching his eyebrows together, “let’s walk around.”

“I can’t believe you are staying for a month with me” Drew beamed, placing a kiss on your head then softly patting your lower back.

“I can’t believe it either. Flying with a three month old definitely is not easy but this will be an amazing month with my husband and our baby girl where we’ll make memories that will last for a lifetime” you say with honesty in your voice. You meant every word you said too.

Drew called his manager that you guys were ready to be picked up and where you guys were waiting. Tatum started to get fussy in her carseat– she was uncomfortable in the position she’s been in for thirty minutes. 

When she sees Drew reaching in to unbuckle her she calms down instantly. She lets out a dramatic sigh making Drew and you laugh.

You bring your hand up to Tatum’s face, gently brushing your thumb across her cheek like you always do when admiring her cute face. As your thumb touches her cheek, she shyly turns her head into Drew’s chest.

You were about to say something about how cute they look but were interrupted by Drew's name being called from a group of girls across the street catching your guys attention right away. Since you arrived in Italy a few fans have asked for a picture with Drew or you.

Drew waves the girls over, they squeal when he acknowledges them. They introduced themselves the second they stood in front of you three. Tatum’s face went from happy to why is there a group of girls in front of me. 

When the girls saw Tatum they all said aww and complimented her outfit you picked out for her tonight. Fans don’t always get to see Tatum out like this but when they do, you guys kindly ask them to not take video or pictures of her.

“Can we please get a picture please?” one of the young girls asked nervously. 

“Of course we can, Y/N can you take her” you nod, taking her in your arms.

You held Tatum in your arms while Drew talked with his fans. They were so sweet and respectful the whole time. They started asking you questions about how the trips have been and what it’s like being a mom. 

Ten minutes later, Drew’s manager pulls up behind the girls. He gives them one last hug before parting ways with them. You could tell by the look on their faces that they didn’t want to say goodbye, that made your heart break. Tatum was already strapped in her carseat when he walked over to put her in the middle seat.

The drive back to the apartment wasn’t bad. When you walked into the apartment you guys made your way towards the bedroom. Only thing on your mind was taking a shower. Drew stayed with Tatum while you freshened up then showered after you. Tatum was able to get her bath in like she usually does. 

Drew gave her a bath while you did your skin care, brushed your teeth, and put lotion on. Giggles from Tatum filled the bathroom while you were in the middle of washing your face. You walked out of the bedroom to the washer to wash your towels then back to the party in the bathroom

You could hear Drew talking to Tatum as you got closer to the room. You stop your tracks when you enter the room, leaning against the wall, listening to Drew talking.

“You are the cutest baby on this earth” you can imagine the smile on his face as said those words. “You even have your moms beautiful smile too. You are lucky to call her your mommy. I’m so lucky to have you both in my life.”

Your hand lands on your mouth. Why does he have to be so sweet all the time? 

His head turns when he hears you walk in. He smiles at you as you lean down, giving him a kiss on the lips. He pulls away but you grab his face kissing him again. 

“I love you, you know that” whispering in his ear. “I know and I hope you know I love you more.” 

When you put your attention on Tatum, she had the biggest smile on her face when she splashed everywhere; her little legs and arms moving fast. Drew couldn't help but laugh at his daughter enjoying her bath. She loves getting her hair washed, she does this face where she closes her eyes and puts both hands in a fist and does this look like she’s in heaven. She has a lot of hair too.

“Are you enjoying your bath? It looks like you are having a grand old time” Drew says in his baby voice, gently washing Tatums hair. She replies in her baby gibberish then brings her right hand to his wrist, gripping on it. She’s never done this before.

You both gasps, turning your heads making eye contact. The look on his face says it all. You scoot closer, laying your head on his shoulder. 

Once you were all settled for bed, Drew and you made your way to the bed. You breastfed Tatum till she fell asleep then handed her to Drew and had her on his chest while burping her with you laying by his side. 

Inside Drew felt complete with you here with him after being away for a few months. Having his baby girl on his chest and the love of his life lying next to him makes him smile in the moment.

Spending a month in Italy seems like it’s going to be filled with love and memories.

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Gonna make you wonder why you even try. (hard times series)

part one masterlist

Roommate!eddie munson x Roommate fem!reader (established friendship)

summary: after getting your electricity and water shut off, you and your roommate are desperate for money, so desperate that you’re willing to have sex with each other on camera, but will your 10+ year friendship be able to with stand all the drama that comes a long with shooting a porno?

⚠️warnings: eventual smut, 18+ mdni, financial hardships, angst, use of the nickname ‘mini’ no use of y/n, unwanted pining, eventual best friends to lovers, mentions of porn, kinda mean!eddie, mentions of bullying, mentions of reader being called slurs but none specific, mentions of sex.

note: I am so sorry, this took longer than expected! I kind of hate the way I ended this but don’t worry I am going to start on pt three as soon as this is posted (remember to tip your writers with a comment & reblog)

wc: 5.5k

It’s the night you and Eddie have been dreading, Hawkins high's class of 86’ reunion. 

Let’s just say you and Eddie weren’t the most popular, actually the complete opposite. 

You were constantly bullied and harassed by your peers, specifically the jocks and cheerleaders. 

You and Eddie played dungeons and dragons, listened to “odd” music and while Eddie dressed in band tees, ripped jeans, leather and band patched denim, you wore whatever hammy downs you acquired from your older cousin, who was a boy. 

You can imagine the slurs a girl would be called that dressed in boy's clothing, but it was all you had and at that time you didn’t know yourself well enough to even care or to throw a fuss about it. You knew you weren’t what they called you so you let it roll off your back, most of the time. 

Tonight you were going to dress to impress, no oversized flannels, big T shirts and baggy jeans. No, tonight you were going to be the center of attention. 

You were finally going to catch the eye of Jason Carver. He was Hawkins highs resident golden boy and your high school crush, okay sure also your biggest bully but you didn’t care, you’d daydream about a time when you and Jason were out of high school, you’d run into each other in a grocery store or coffee shop and he’d tell you how beautiful you’ve gotten, you’d exchange numbers and eventually get married and have kids. 

Yes, a big stretch but a girl can dream. 

Eddie knew about your little crush, there was nothing you didn’t know about each other since you two had become friends. 

He had no room to make fun though as he had an ever growing infatuation with The queen of Hawkins high, Chrissy Cunningham who also happened to be Jason’s girlfriend. 

It was a fucked up situation you could definitely admit that now, but you’ve since heard they are no longer together as far as you know Jason left to NYU while Chrissy left for Berkeley. 

There is a possibility he’d met a girl in college but you were trying to stay positive. 

This was your chance to make that day dream you fantasized about your whole high school career come true and since these weird feelings you’ve been harboring recently for your best friend were beginning to deepen everyday, you needed to make your move and fast. 

“I don’t know how I can be of much help, Min,” Eddie said as he sat on your wrinkled duvet, arms crossed over his chest. “Maybe you should call ya know, a girl?” He chuckled, bringing his left shin to cross over his knee. 

“Oh come on, you’re my best friend and I really need a guy's perspective here, please?” You turn away from the mirror, putting the two dress options you were holding up to your body, to drape over your desk chair. Batting your long lashes with a slight pout to your lips, you begged. 

 “please, Eddie?” His eyes widened a bit at your plea, he scans over your face for what seemed like minutes before he looked down at his Reebok shoe that was still crossed over his knee, it must’ve fallen asleep because he was now bringing it back down to the floor, bouncing it up and down as if he was an anxious mess.

 “Fine, let’s see em” He says in a defeated tone. 

“Yay, okay close your eyes so I can try on the first one.” You eagerly say as you clap your hands together. 

Eddie rolls his eyes before dramatically covering them with both hands. 

The first one was a black mini tube dress. It was hard to maneuver over your hot curlers that were sitting in your hair, but once you finally got it on you turned to look in the mirror. The dress showed off lots of skin but that was the point, you felt hot and confident and that’s what you needed to be tonight. 

“Okay, open.” You squeak, turning around to face your best friend. His eyes almost pop out of his head as they scan over your body, you begin to feel self conscious under his lingering gaze.  

Eddie never looked at you like this but you also never wore stuff this revealing so.. the air in the room was new, an almost awkward energy coursed between you two, one you never wanted to feel again. 

“Um, yeah that’s um, that one’s nice.” He says as he gives you a weak nod of his head. 

“You sure it’s not too much?” You ask, rubbing the fabric over your thighs making Eddie’s eyes shift down to your moving hands. “I mean, it shows a lot of skin if that’s what you mean?” He chuckles before his eyes flicker back to yours. 

“Okay,” you say before grabbing the lower hem of the dress and pulling it up, exposing your panties and torso, before you could lift the dress any higher, realization set in; 

“whoaaa” Eddie shouts before slapping his hand over his eyes for a second time.

 “Shit! I forgot to tell you to close your eyes, oh my god!” You squeak in embarrassment. 

Eddie chuckles at your high pitched whine “I didn’t see much,” he smirked. 

“Wow, thanks!” You sarcastically yell at him while throwing the dress that was just adorning your body at his covered face, it drops down onto his lap, he grabs it with his other hand holding it there while his thumb rubs over the fabric.

 “No, not like that. I just didn’t get a chance to see much,” he shrugged. “Oh, nice granny panties by the way.” He cackled

 “Eddie! You asshole, You know we can’t do laundry, all I have are my bigger panties left!” You gasp in embarrassment. 

The panties in question weren’t that bad, a pale pink with a little rose on the front. Very different from the dental floss you usually wore. 

You would’ve been mortified had Eddie seen you in some skimpy little lace g-string. 

You slip the red silky fabric over your head, fixing the front area to fit over your boobs, so they’re equal parts exposed but not too much. 

Before even having to ask Eddie for his opinion, you already knew this was the one. 

A red silky strapless dress, the front was low cut showing off your assets and very nicely, might I add. The hem reached mid thigh. You would’ve never been able to wear something like this to school without being sent to the principal's office. 

“Open” you sing-song, before putting your hands on your hips in an attempt at posing.

“Damn” Eddie whispered under his breath as he took you in. It made your whole body heat up, you felt your belly fizzle like you had just downed a cold can of Mountain Dew. 

This was all so foreign and new, these reactions you were receiving from Eddie. 

Most of the time when you’d ask him how you looked, he’d take his eyes off what he was doing for a second barely even glancing your way before huffing out a “you look nice.” His attention going back on what he was doing. 

You’ve never had him look at a loss for words or like he may have thought of you in a way that was less than friendly.

“That- mm that’s the one.” He says as he clears his throat.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get ready now.” He says, not even turning to look at you again, eyes set on the floor as he walks out of your room and into the hallway. 

The ride to your former high school was one of the quietest rides you and Eddie have ever had together, aside from the music that was blaring through the speakers. 

Eddie always played his music in the van loud, but he also always made it a point to turn it down when a thought would enter his mind, and since you’re on your way to go mingle with your old classmates that caused you both hell, you would think Eddie would have a ton to say, but instead he kept his eyes on the road, a tight grip on the steering wheel and every time you’d glance at him his jaw would clench.

You wanted to ask if everything was okay, but you also didn’t want to be the first to break the ice. 

He had been weird with you after he left your room and you weren’t going to grovel at his feet to see what you did wrong. 

It hurt that he didn’t even ask your opinion on his outfit which he usually always did before an event or one of his shows. That didn’t stop him from looking extremely fucking good tonight, which just made you mad.

Eddie had on his usual black jeans, a black button up that was only buttoned below his chest, his tattoo piece on full display for everyone, he even did his hair by blow drying it instead of his usual air dry method. On his feet were his doc martens he only pulled out on special occasions and to top it all off he had that stupid dangly earring in one of his lobes, he looked damn good and he knew it. 

Being back on your old stomping grounds was bittersweet, as much as you hated it and couldn’t wait to get the fuck out, you also remember all the really good times you had, most of them being with your best friend. 

You and Eddie walk into the auditorium that has been decorated to the nines in purple and silver streamers. 

The theme was “disco night”, which resulted in disco balls being hung from almost every corner. 

First, you both had to sign in and confirm your names were on the list before you could enter. 

The line had a couple people ahead of you and every time you got a glimpse of the woman sitting behind the desk, you wondered who she was, her face was vaguely familiar but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. 

Finally you walk up to the mystery woman, her strawberry blonde hair curled away from her face in an almost 70s’ Farrah Fawcet esk way, her blue eyes widened when they fell on you and Eddie. 

“Oh my gosh,” she giggles “Eddie and Mini, right?” You nod in confusion while the man to the right of you chirps “wow, Chrissy! Look at you!” He says with a bemused tone. 

She looks down while her cheeks turn three shades of pink. You want to roll your eyes and tell her to let you in and away from Eddie’s obvious flirting, but you don’t wanna be rude and make Eddie even more distant than he’s being. 

“If you two could just find your name and sign on this side,” She points to the blank spaces that haven’t been filled under the ‘sign in’ section—

“Then you can be on your way.” She giggles again while looking at Eddie.

You sign first before passing the clipboard over. You decide to just walk in without him, but you don’t miss him asking Chrissy if he’ll “see her in there?” Which makes you roll your eyes for a second time as you stick your tongue out in disgust. 

You’ve never been jealous or hurt when Eddie talked to other girls. Let's be honest, the man was a whore. He has had many relationships and “booty calls” since you’ve been friends, and you’ve always encouraged him in his rendezvous but something has shifted within you and it leaves an empty feeling in your stomach. You’ve never been able to not tell Eddie what’s bothering you, but this is something that you can never let him know and that kills you. 

You grab some punch before making your way to an empty round table, you didn’t feel like mingling just yet. 

As you take another sip of the red liquid a hand pats you on the back, you turn around to see Eddie with a cocky smirk on his face, you already knew what that look was about and normally you would make some smart comment and ask him why he's smiling like that, but you just can’t tonight.  

Instead he tells you anyway. “Can you believe Chrissy Cunningham was flirting with me?” He chuckles “I think she wants me, man” he says as he takes your cup and downs the rest of it—

“Hey!” You mewl before snatching your cup from his hand and stalking away for a refill. 

You make your way to the refreshments table, pour punch in the same clear plastic cup but instead of going to sit back down with Eddie, you scan the room. 

You notice a familiar silhouette in the distance, the blonde locks you’d spend hours fantasizing about touching, your feet move before you can give it much thought. 

“Hey.” You interject as you tap Jason on the shoulder to gain his attention. 

“Uh hi-” the look of confusion written all over his face, that was still very much as handsome as it was in high school, his hair a little longer as he shifted uncomfortably in his navy blue suit and tie. 

“Um, you probably don’t remember me” you said with a wave of your hand and playful roll of your eyes. 

Your cheeks couldn’t hide your embarrassment, as you grinned awkwardly. 

“Oh, Mini, right?” He mused with a snap of his fingers. 

“Yup, in the flesh.” You chuckle lamely

“How’ve you been, hot shot?” You continue trying to regain your composure as you throw in your best flirty timbre 

He chuckles back before continuing “I’ve been great actually, life’s been treating me pretty good.” His smile was so genuine you couldn’t not smile with him

“That’s great to hear.” You nod while the smile never falters 

“How about you? I mean wow look at you, you’ve really grown up.” He glances over you and your body, a little too quick for your liking. 

“I’ve been good, ya know as good as it gets while still being in Hawkins.” You playfully grab his arm as you giggle. 

“But me? Wow, look at you.” You continued to bat your lashes with a sly grin.

“You look even better than you did in high school.” Your eyes travel up to his blonde quaff of hair and all the way down to his shiny black dress shoes. 

Before you can say another word, a man you are sure you’ve never seen before comes up behind Jason. 

You don’t miss the way he puts his arm around Jason’s waist and whispers something in his ear, making him snicker. 

“Oh um, mini this is my boyfriend, David.” He gestures to him by grabbing his shoulder from behind his back, tightening his grip on the man. 

“David, this is Mini, we went well-.. here together.” He laughs as he gestures to the auditorium

“Nice to meet you Mini, is that short for something?” He questioned. 

You tried your best to hide your surprise and disappointment, it all felt like too much information at once. 

“Oh, um no,” you softly reply as you tell him your real name. 

“It was a nickname I got for being short.” You tried your best to laugh with them but you needed to get away from this. 

“I'm sorry it was so nice meeting you David and good seeing you Jason, but I have to find the ladies room.” You informed before awkwardly excusing yourself, you didn’t miss the faint nice seeing you too, before your eyes began to water. 

You felt like a complete idiot, but you were glad you found out he wasn’t interested in you before you made an even bigger fool out of yourself. 

You were disappointed your high school fantasy would never come to fruition but in a way you were happy for Jason, living his truth and not caring enough to bring his boyfriend with him to his reunion, a very drastic change from the Jason you once knew. Good for him. 

You slipped out of the auditorium to the familiar corridor, everything exactly how it used to be.  

The same tiger painted on the wall, the same banners and fliers of future events. The whole thing brought on a nostalgia you never thought you’d miss. 

You made your way further down the hall. clearly lying about needing the ladies room, you were really on a mission to find Eddie who was nowhere to be seen. 

As you continued walking you could hear two whispering voices coming from an open classroom, curiosity got the best of you as you peaked your head in to see who it was, the class was dark aside from a small lamp that sat on the teachers desk, but you could make out Eddie’s back almost anywhere, the way his perfect waves hit his shoulders and his whisper was distinct now that you’ve gotten closer. 

“You sure you want to do this here?” Eddie muttered to the girl you could only assume was none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham. “Yes Eddie, just kiss me.” She whispers. 

You hear the sloppy smack of their lips before you could get out of ear shot. 

For a second time tonight tears were pleading to escape, but you knew you had no reason to be sad and angry, you and Eddie were FRIENDS, best friends at that, nothing more. 

You assume the non rejection, rejection from Jason is what has you feeling so down. Eddie owes you nothing, he can kiss and fuck whoever he wants. If Jason showed any interest tonight, you would’ve done the same thing. 

So you wipe your eyes and walk out of the exit door and into the fresh night air, the crickets chirp as you take small steps to the bleachers. The stars shine brighter than usual over Hawkins tonight, you scoff at the idea of it being in your favor. 

As you walk up the side steps to the bleachers you realize you weren’t alone in your idea of needing some fresh air from inside’s festivities. 

“Robin?” You burst as you clock the familiar face of someone you wouldn’t actually mind talking to at this very moment. 

“Oh my god, mini?” She quickly removes her beat up sneakers from the stand, dropping them harshly onto the floor, before standing and making her way over to you. 

She’s dressed in brown corduroy overalls over a white shirt. Her hair was best described as a long pixie cut, it accentuated her face perfectly. 

You hadn’t heard from Robin since she left for art school in Chicago, her and Steve made the move together and never looked back. You didn’t blame them. 

“You look great! Wow, I’m- wow!” Her eyes widened as she took you all in, you were slowly getting used to the reaction to your major transformation. 

“Thank you, yeah a lot has changed since high school, I mean look at you, this hair cut was made for you.” You beam up at her as you take a seat, bringing your black strappy heels up to rest on the the stand in front of you, assuming the same position Robin was in before you interrupted her. 

She takes a seat next to you, you can feel her eyes lingering on your side profile as you stare up at the stars. “Something happen in there?” She asks as she brings her shoulder to softly bump yours. 

“Eh, ya know, same old high school bullshit.” You both laugh knowingly, “so how’ve you been?” You ask.

“I’ve been okay, going through a break up so it’s been a little tough, but I’m getting through it.” The smile she gives doesn't reach her eyes, it has a lot of sadness behind it and you can’t help but to feel for her. 

“I’m sorry, Rob. That fucking sucks! But hey, if you ever want someone to hang out with or talk to, I’m always here, I always have been.” Your genuine smile and words make Robin's face flash with guilt. 

“I know, and I’m sorry I haven’t done much to keep in touch. I met her as soon as we moved to Chicago so I kind of spent all my time and energy on her and the relationship. She was my first girlfriend so I guess I lost sight of everyone else.” She wistfully says. 

“I totally understand, I’m not upset or anything, I know life gets in the way. I just wanted to let you know I’m here.” You smile as you grab for her hand that’s gripping the edge of the aluminum bench. 

You decide it was best to change the subject, “so how’s Steve?” Your hand is still clutching robins, until she shifts her body to look at you, knees kissing ever so slightly. 

“He’s good,” she says as she scratches at her arm before letting both fall into her lap. Your hands now clutching each elbow as you read the smile Rob gives you, like she wants to tell you so much but doesn’t know if it’s a good idea. 

“He’s actually here, I brought him as my date” she says as she puts air quotes around the word date. 

“Oh really? I didn’t see him.” You rejoin as you begin rubbing at your arms to combat the breeze that’s picked up. 

“You know him, he’s probably in there flirting with some poor girl.” You both chuckle at Steve’s expense. 

If Eddie was a whore back in high school then Steve was a tramp, they both used to go as far as making bets at parties to see how many numbers they could get or who could sleep with someone first. 

It was exhausting but at the time you didn’t really care about Eddie’s sexual nature, it didn’t bother you because it was something you and him rarely spoke about. 

Until you moved in with him, hearing him on multiple occasions jerking off, or him bringing girls back from the hideout. 

That’s when the weird feeling in your throat began, but you chalked it up to “who wants to hear their best friend engaging in any type of sex act?”

“I think I’m gonna go find Steve, if that’s okay?” You tell Robin before standing back up onto your heeled feet, she nods her head with a quick hum. 

“I hope I see you back in there, before I leave.” You say as you both give each other a side hug. 

But before you turn to leave she stops you, “oh hey, here’s my number just in case.” She gives you the torn receipt from some craft store in Chicago, her number written sloppily in red ink. “Thanks, it was nice seeing you Rob.” you give her one last smile before you finally turn to leave. “Nice seeing you too, Min.” She shouts back as you take your first step down the side stairs and back onto the concrete path, making your way back inside. 

Your heart rate picks up when you walk past the once opened classroom that is now closed. You continue making your way back into the auditorium, swallowing down the golf ball sized lump in your throat. You can’t feel like this, not for him. You continue to repeat that sentiment over and over again in your mind. 

Once you walk back into the gathering, you notice way more people have shown up. But you’re on the hunt for one person in particular and it was just your luck that he happened to be alone at the refreshments table, he seemed deep in thought like he was trying to decide between a chocolate chip cookie or a cupcake with the words class of 86’ written on them. 

“The cookie seems like the better choice.” You giggle, as you walk up behind him. His head whips around to see who the suggestion was coming from. 

“Oh, yeah definitely, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” He shoots you a cocky wink as he grabs for the baked good. 

“I’m Steve,” he says as he now turns to face you.

“I know who you are.” You scoff as you shake your head in amusement 

“Oh?” His eyes shoot up under his perfectly styled hair. Nobody would ever question why this man garnered the nickname “the hair” in high school.

“You don’t remember me?” You say with a pout of your lips, you lock your fingers together in front of you, the gesture pushes your boobs up more, Steve's gaze falls on them, before it continues to roam your body. 

“Mmm, I think I’d remember a pretty thing like you.” He says before taking a bite of his cookie, he licks his lips clean of any fallen crumbs before he steps closer to you. 

You were having far too much fun messing with him, “well that’s not true, cause if it was you’d remember me Stevie.” You chuckle as you watch the cogs go off in his brain, you and Eddie were the only ones allowed to call him Stevie, well so was Robin but she made a habit of just calling him dingus, which you had adopted on a few occasions. 

“Holy shit!” He gasps as his eyes do one more once over. “Mini?” He chuckles with you at the realization, “no fucking way?” He says as his head falls back in laughter, his cheeks and neck showcasing a splotchy red tinge, embarrassed that he didn’t recognize you but also that he was trying to get into your pants just a moment ago, oh who was he kidding? He was still going to try. 

“Yup” you say as you give a little spin, Steve swallows hard before he continues his praise “wow, mini you look fucking great.” He says before pulling you in by your waist for a tight hug. “Thanks, so do you!” You say as you look up at him, his hands still on your waist. 

“I’m- wow I can’t believe it’s you.” He whispers down to you, making you giggle again before shoving him playfully. “C’mon I wasn’t that bad.” You resume your stare up at him, god he looked better than ever. 

He’s also a porn star, whoa you’re talking to a porn star right now, you think to yourself before clearing your mind of those thoughts. He’s still your Stevie though, no matter what. 

“No, you weren’t bad at all, you just- I don’t know, look different. More mature, more confident.” He continues as he places one of your voluminous curls behind your ear. 

Oh he’s good. 

“Yeah? Well thank you.” You smile as your cheeks now hold a sweet dust of pink. 

“No need to thank me, beautiful.” He was laying it on thick, and to your bemusement it was working. 

“So, um how’s Chicago been treating you?” You ask as you try to put some room between you both. 

“Wanna go find a seat with me and we can catch up?” Steve suggests with a shy smile. 

“Yeah, sounds good.” You agree before he takes your hand and leads you to two empty seats at a rather crowded table. Nobody even bats an eye at the two of you before you’re plopping down on the cold orange chair, turning to better see and hear Steve over the bad 70’s disco that filled the room. 

“So Chicago?” You speak again, breaking Steve from his trance, he was looking at you like you were a cold drink on a hot summer day, it made you shift uncomfortably in your seat, you’ve never been good with lingering stares and intense eye contact. 

He clears his throat before he answers, “Chicago's nice, me and Rob have an apartment together. It’s been cool, more stuff to do and see in that city, I don’t know if I could ever move back to a small town like Hawkins after experiencing that.” He chuckles. “You should come visit sometime, I could show you all the sights.” He whispers as his eyebrows bounce up and down, suggestively. 

“Yeah, I’ll have to do that.” You say as you play with your hands nervously in your lap, all of this attention and flirting was making you flustered, totally forgetting about Eddie in the process. 

“So, I came across something the other day.” You begin as your heart rate spikes, you were even more nervous to broach the subject of Steve doing porn, but you were kind of desperate considering your electricity and water were still off and the apartment was becoming almost unbearable to live in. It was almost fate that Steve showed up in Hawkins after you found the tape at work and had the “brilliant” idea of possibly starring in one in order to pay the bills. 

“Oh yeah? And what was that?” He says as he places a hand on your crossed knee.

“Me and Eddie found one of your tapes while we were working,” you say as your eyes scan his face for any type of reaction to your words. 

“Oh?” He smiled mischievously. “Did you watch it?” 

“No, I actually didn't.” You retort as you continue “but I am curious to know how someone gets into that line of work?” Your eyebrows raise in question, no judgment in your face, just curiosity. 

“Why? Do you know someone who wants to do that?” His voice was charming yet curious. 

“Well, me and Eddie actua-” you start before you’re interrupted by a voice calling your name. 

You look over to see Eddie walking towards you, his eyes stuck on Steve’s hand that is still placed on your knee as he continues to gently rub your skin. 

“Mini? Where’d you go? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He says, making you roll your eyes but the action was not missed by Steve. 

“I’ve been here, where have you been?” You snap, a little harsher than you meant to. 

“I just told you, I was looking for you.” He snaps back, Steve could definitely tell there was trouble in friendship paradise but he wasn’t going to ask until he was alone with you, again. 

“Hey, Eddie, nice to see you too.” He cuts in with a wave of his hand, making Eddie’s harsh gaze shift towards him. 

“Hey man, sorry. Nice to see you, how’ve you been?” Eddie asks through gritted teeth, eyes returning to the hold Steve still had on your leg. 

What the fuck was his problem? 

“I’ve been good dude, how’ve you been?” Steve responds, he could clock Eddie’s jealousy a mile away, he smiled at the thought of riling him up more. 

“Hey, mini do you wanna go grab something to eat with me tomorrow before I head back home?” His eyes falling on you as he gently squeezes your leg. He could keep it there all night and you wouldn’t say a word, it’s the most action you’ve gotten in a while and being touched felt nice. 

“Sure, yeah I’d love that.” You respond before getting up to go anywhere else. Eddie’s energy was way off and it made you feel too uneasy to be next to. 

“I’ll let you both catch up, while I go to get a drink.” You suggest before shooting both men a quick smile, Steve hums before saying “I’ll get your number from Eddie, here.” You nod your head and turn on your heel, before walking back over to the table you’ve spent what seems like most of your time at. 

You glance around the room again. Chrissy catches your eye as she wiggles her hips to I wanna dance with somebody by Whitney Houston, alongside who you assume to be Jessica Carlson, another former cheerleader. She’s all smiles and giggles, the sight makes you clench your fists, you should be the happy giggly one, she got Jason in high school and now she’s gotten Eddie too, it was hard to not feel bitter towards her. 

You decide it’s best to lock those feelings away and carry on the people watching. Your eyes fall on the guy walking towards you, he’s wearing a hellfire shirt under his flannel. 

Your eyebrows furrow, as you try to rack your mind. “Oh my god, Jeff?” You beam. “Mini mouse? Whoa look at you!” The nickname made you scrunch your nose, in the cute way it used to. 

“You know I hate that.” You laugh before going in for a hug. “I know, but it’ll always be my nickname for you.” He smiles down at you. “Is Eddie here?” He asks before scanning the room, “yeah he’s sitting over there.” You nod with your head towards where Eddie and Steve are deep in conversation. 

“Where’s Grant?” You ask as Jeff turns back to look at you. “He had to work, couldn’t get the night off.” He says with disappointment. “Aw, that sucks!” You say as you cross your arms. 

Jeff and Grant live in Philadelphia, both getting full ride scholarships to Penn state after graduation, you were sad to see them go, but knew they were off to bigger and better things. What you didn’t know was that the guys begged Eddie to go with, throwing out plans to get an apartment and continue playing in the band together on weekends, he declined. His excuse was that he didn’t want to leave Wayne, but all the guys knew it was you he stayed in Hawkins for. 

Thank you for reading!

Part three coming soon…

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Just a general analysis of like yi how he would act and stuff

A lot of people seem to think vil is a narcissistic self obsessed asshole who would give ppl eds and insecurities and shit and like as someone who is hyperfixated in him and has read about every content of him available in eng server that i manage to get my hands onto it's just one of the biggest mischaracterizations of vil. his words are always meant to be of encouragement when he criticizes something, his words are rough because as a child that was the way everyone talked to him, he was a young boy thrown in the modeling world and the acting world, and although it was (half) by his choice, having a famous dad he was born in front of the cameras. it's very clear that vil masks and barely shows his emotional side and you can see that this has been going on for YEARS because as a child when he is beat up by a group for being a villain in a movie he didn't cry and just stood up and insulted the kids , a contrast to how he vulnerably asked his father for reassurance on wether or not he was a villain also in his overblot flashback. vil has said it himself multiple times but whenever he assigns a self care routine and a diet to anyone it's always with the best intentions in mind, he doesn't give them a diet so they can lose weight, and he would never, we know that because in his overblot he confessed how much he hated the diets he put himself through but couldn't help it because he was desperate to be seem as beautiful, to finally be enough. vil is a very insecure man, a type of insecurity that is hidden from anyone that doesn't know his heart, and trust me, very little people know his heart. he's not one to trust others easily and once again that probably has to do with the industry around him and people probably trying to ruin his career. vil is an extremely caring and protective person, he takes care of everyone in his dorm and the people outside of it, and he recognizes the value potential and strength in everyone, and he will comment on it when he sees someone with so much of it and wastes it all by never trying, we can see that in multiple times but ill highlight his moments with leona and how he comments on it because he, unlike many in the school, recognizes leona is amazing and extremely talented (id also like to point out leona and vil are extremely similar and have extremely similar trauma just ended up coping w two opposite extremes (leona not trying and vil trying too much)) he is shown to even stay awake late at night to make sure everything is going right with each of his students. a lot of people seem to have the misconception that vil's overblot was caused out of envy for a casting of a simple movie but the truth is the roles were never the problem, it's not like vil has a problem with villains, what he hated is that he only got villain papers because no one ever saw the worth in him to be a hero, no one considered him good enough or fit for the role and would constantly cast all his hard work and passion aside in favor of someone else's (neige's) see how it is? it's never about the actual roles in a movie, what vil craves is validation, is admiral, is being truly loved for who he is, is to have his hard work be seen and recognized and cherished, is to for once in his life not be a second best, that's why he says n his overblot, that for once all he wanted was to stay in the stage until the curtains fall, all he wanted in life, is to be able to stay, and not be thrown away once something better is found to replace him

since you write for x reader im assuming you'd like to know how he'd act with a lover so; vil would even more caring over his lover, constantly checking in on them and fussing about little things in order to make sure they're taking care of themselves and treating themselves right the way they deserve to be treated, for vil to fall in love it takes A LOT of trust in that person so rest assured you'll see sides of vil that nobody but his father have ever seen before, you'll need to be patient because vil has a lot of issues to work through but if you stay by his side, hold his hand and encourage him to better himself like he always did for others vil swears on his own name you'll be the happiest person to ever exist

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Ok I'm in for round 3 to request I need to see regressed Fujin and cg raiden headcanons - @plankydreamingcorner

I've got you!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden w/ Regressor Fujin Hcs

☁️ Raiden is one of Fujin's go to caregivers

⛈️ Also one of his favorite caregivers <3

☁️ It was actually through Fujin that Raiden found out that he really liked watching regressors (he's such a good cg, fr 🥺)

⛈️ Raiden has this sixth sense that tells him if someone around him is tiny or not

☁️ Although it's also pretty easy to tell if Fujin is little or not

⛈️ Regressed Fujin is either a tiny menace, or the sweetest kid alive

☁️ Like, he'll never do something intentionally naughty

⛈️ But Raiden said no more sweets? It'd be a shame if that cup right there were to slowly make its way to the edge

☁️ Doesn't actually push it off though, he'll grt super close and then giggle and run away when Raiden gets up to stop him

⛈️ However, the cup did fall and break one time and Fujin felt terrible for accidentally hurting it

☁️ He didn't mean to!! Seriously!! He was just trying to have fun, he never meant to break it

⛈️ Luckily Raiden knew it was just an accident and cleaned up the small mess, gently explaining to Fujin that thats why we shouldn't push cups

☁️ Nowadays Fujin only does the cup push with a sippy or bottle, things he knows he can't break

⛈️ Most times Fujin listens to the rules and Raiden doesn't have the biggest bugger on his hands (that's Liu Kang's and Kung Lao's job anyhow-)

☁️ You know that scene in Lilo and Stitch b where Stitch puts on some laundry and pranced around like a superhero until Nani catches him with a disappointed face?

⛈️ ^ That's them, specifically when Fujin's pulling a prank

☁️ Fujin hides behind Raiden a lot while he's small

⛈️ Whether he's actually nervous about being small in front of someone

☁️ Or he's hiding from the grumpy monks after he made their not super important but a bit important papers fly

⛈️ Raiden got mad and lectured for it, because he's a big meanie >:(

☁️ Raiden isn't a strict cg, but he's definitely stern on certain things

⛈️ When he says no, it means no, and no amount of whining or begging can change his mind

☁️ Usually Fujin doesn't fuss much when Raiden says no, a small pout but he quickly gets over it

⛈️ Fujins actually really good at following any rules they've set, and Raiden will get him treats for being good sometimes

☁️ Fujin is a very cuddly, very clingy regressor

⛈️ Cuddles, snuggles, all that jazz

☁️ Raidens a bit more stuff when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection

⛈️ The most he usually gives are shoulder squeezes and maybe a small head pat

☁️ So the first few times Fujin clings to his arm or snuggles up against his side, Raiden doesn't exactly know what to do

⛈️ Don't worry, overtime he gets better and Fujin gets to use him like the 7 ft Teddy bear he is

☁️ Fujin adores playing outside, and Raiden kinda just follows closely behind him

⛈️ He'll let Fujin climb trees, but only lower branches, and he has to be nearby

☁️ One of their favorite activities together is blowing bubbles

⛈️ But that I mean that Raiden will blow bubbles, and Fujin will run around trying to pop them all

☁️ He gets a bit fussy when some bubbles go up a bit too high for him to pop, but will quickly get distracted by new bubbles

⛈️ Fujin is more of a softer regressor, sometimes being depicted as smaller even though he's like, 6, not 3

☁️ Raidens really good at treating Fujin like his age, but also accommodating to what Fujin wants

⛈️ Yes, six year olds can use baby bottles and anyone who says otherwise will get Raiden's wrath (after he comforts the highly upset Fujin)

☁️ Fujin usually likes more healthier options, but one of his favorite things to munch on while small are cookies and milk

⛈️ Raiden makes sure he doesn't eat too much though, mostly because hes a big meanie, mostly because he doesn't want Fujin to get a tummy ache (and he's a big meanie)

☁️ Fujin calls Raiden a big meanie to everything Raiden does that Fujin doesn't like

⛈️ Raiden's okay with the nickname, he'd rather be a big meanie than have a very upset Fujin on his hands

☁️ While Fujin is a very well mannered regressor, he also loves annoying people, specifically his brother

⛈️ He'll ask Raiden what he's going, follow him around, poke him, stand just outside Raiden's workspace so he's technically not in the room

☁️ Little Raiden gets incredibly fussy at Fujin's act, but big Raiden has much more patience

⛈️ Fujin keeps trying to steal Raiden's hat so he can wear it

☁️ He so far has been unsuccessful in all his attempts so far

⛈️ Fujin doesn't throw tantrums or hissy fits often, mostly when he's had a tough day and doesn't know how to properly communicate

☁️ Raiden will gently hold his little brother, rocking him and wiping away his angry tears

⛈️ He'll excuse any yelling or hitting (very rare, has only happened once) Fujin did, mostly because he knows Fujin feels guilty and never really meant to harm him

☁️ Those days are mostly spent cuddling and crying about big feelings

⛈️ Raidens also very good with handling Fujins nonverbal moments (personal hc that Fujin goes nonverbal when he's very angry or upset)

☁️ He'll slowly figure out what's making Fujin that upset, and make it go away

⛈️ He will also firmly hold and rock him (Fujin likes being squeezed)

☁️ That's his baby brother after all, if anyone knows how to make Fujin feel better, it's Raiden

⛈️ Fujin likes uppies, but likes running around more

☁️ Raiden’s strong, he can easily carry Fujin on his hip

⛈️ . . . But Fujin needs to stop tackling him when he was to get picked up >:(

☁ Raiden’s main CG nicknames are Bubba or Rai

⛈️ Other regressors call Raiden Grandpa Rai (because they're mean-) and one time Fujin called Raiden that and Raiden pouted foe three days straight

☁️ Almost nothing could make him feel better, and it was highly entertaining

⛈️ Also he is NOT that old and the other regressors need to start being nicer >:(

☁️ Raiden doesn't often use nicknames towards Fujin, especially when he first started watching Fujin regress, but he gets more in the hang of it as time goes on

⛈️ Sweetheart, Cloudy, Stormy, Sweetie, Fuu Fuu, all those sorts

☁️ Fujin likes coloring, and has made a picture of him and Raiden before prompting passing out because he stayed up past nap time to finish it

⛈️ Raiden totally didn't cry when he saw the words ‘Bestest Big Brudder Ever’ on it (it's hung in Raiden’s room)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ugh, I love the Storm Brothers. 🥺

Also, I got super, super sick recently, so these might not be the best. I can totally do or make more!! :D

[thelvsickgirl]

listen, i will give credit to musiala, gavi & pedri as they are all amazing players … but bellingham is on another level. what he is doing right now is not normal. yes he will go through stages where his form will dip slightly (as shown recently) but will always rise to the top. even when he’s not at his best he still gives 100% and is still better than most. i do think the goals every game will dry up slightly but honestly i’m fine with that … he is finally being praised for his actual performances rather than the goals. this kid is 20 years old and moved to the biggest club in the world with an unbelievable amount of pressure on his shoulders, yet he’s playing every week like it’s nothing 😭 you know he’s amazing when liverpool & city fans are praising him lmao considering they always have an agenda against him. i lowkey wish captaincy wasn’t decided by seniority because in such a short amount of time this guy has become a leader on and off the pitch

people will chitter chatter about him without understanding what’s happening. there was an inicial formation in which the rhombus which ancelotti put him to play was not his position. if people don’t know, REAL MADRID DOES NOT HAVE A 9.

we don’t

WE DONT

that’s why there is a fuss over Mbappe.

so ancelotti put him there to play as a backup, as a offensive line between his midfield position and the stiker position. that’s why he was scoring so much.

now he’s being praised as you said as his actual position. it’s incredible the fame he’s got and how everyone likes him. he just has this unique personality and charisma.

and yes, and amazing leader. i’m fortunate to see it live. he’s absolutely amazing. i’m in lack of words

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Since request are opened, I would like to second the NannyKasa fic! I think it was super cute how you wrote it. I want to see her and Eren date and eventually have kids of their own and mix together their families. I can totally see mikasa and Eren having girls and max and Leo being confused as to how to play with them haha cause they’re just babies

this is a continuation of yesterday's fic! tbh this world has potential! let me know if there's anything specifically you'd like to see! putting a keep reading because there's vague descriptions of childbirth!

21 hours, 43 minutes. 

That’s how long it took to deliver her baby girl into the world. Through the very painful contractions, her thoughts would float back to her boys. Had they eaten? Did they get to school on time? Were they safe? 

“Mom’s watching them. Come on, Mika, just focus on your breathing, okay?” Eren soothed her. 

At 3:48 AM on the eighteenth of September, Emi Carla Jaeger entered the world with very little fuss. Everything else left her mind as her little baby was placed on her chest. Everything else melted away. 

“Eren,” she sobbed. “Look. Look…” 

“She looks just like you,” he muttered into her hair. “She’s perfect, Mikasa. I’m so proud of you.”

In between feeding and bonding time, Eren allowed Mikasa to sleep. When she woke up, she saw Eren holding Emi close, whispering how much he loved her and thanked her for existing. He refused to let her go. 

Carla brought the boys over that afternoon. It was Friday and the boys had school but Eren told her that they were so excited to meet their little sister. 

“Now, now boys. Remember, it’s a hospital, you have to stay real quiet, okay?” she heard Eren say outside. The boys were good about following directions. 

“Hey guys,” Mikasa waved. “Do you want to say hi to your little sister?” 

They nodded and she motioned to the little bassinet in the corner. Emi slept soundly but she’d have to wake up soon to be fed. 

Mikasa didn’t know what to expect, but she didn’t expect the boys to tear up. 

“She’s so small,” Leo commented, sniffling. “She’s so small, mama. She looks like a doll!” 

“Yeah,” Max agreed, quietly. “She looks like you.” 

It was times like this where Mikasa regretted not having her phone. She wanted to capture this moment. She wanted to stay in this moment forever. The boys were absolutely mesmerized by their little sister and Max was doing his best to wipe his tears. 

“Hi little one, hi. I’m your big brother,” Leo said. “Leo. And that’s Max, do you remember our voices?” 

The little boy was bouncing as excitedly as he was allowed. Emi was asleep right now. 

“Why is she sleeping, mama?” Leo asked. 

“Babies need a lot of sleep,” Mikasa answered. “It’ll help them grow.” 

Max was oddly silent but then Mikasa remembered this wasn’t his first time. He’d been too young to really understand when Leo was born but at 9 years old, he’d remember this exact moment for the rest of his life. He was a quiet, thoughtful boy. But Mikasa knew. She knew that he would love his sister dearly and protect her fiercely. 

“Alright,” Carla said. “Let me meet my first granddaughter!” 

Mikasa smiled as her mother-in-law looked into the bassinet as well. 

“Oh, Eren, Mikasa. She’s absolutely perfect!” she said. “Is it alright to hold her?” 

The tenderness of the moment faded. Now everyone wanted to hold her and, of course, Carla Jaeger won that battle. 

“But I want to hold her!” Leo whined when Max finally got a chance. 

“I’m her biggest brother,” Max huffed. “I get to hold her first!” 

Mikasa smiled as she watched the scene unfold before her. Her little family was all together, fawning and doting over their newest member. Little Emi was going to be the most beloved little girl in the whole world. 

Mikasa closed her eyes, allowing sleep to overtake her once more. Her happiness knew no bounds…

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STWG Daily Prompt - Chocolate Covered Strawberries (2/7) older!steddie, steddie as dads, don't think about the aus too hard

Eddie had a stock rant about the monetization of Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t a holiday for love, it was meant to spend money people didn’t have to prove nothing with fancy meals and stuffed teddy bears. Steve had heard this for more years than he could count. At this point, he could give the speech.

It wasn’t cool, edgy, or forward-thinking. It was an easily accessible soap box for a man who liked the push against the norms. Something Steve very much loved about Eddie. Even if he occasionally wished the man got new material.

What changed things, a little, was growing their family. When they were a couple, it was easy to gloss over. Steve didn’t need the calendar to tell him to buy something special for Eddie. The romantic in him suffered slightly when the shops all turned to heart-covered propaganda but he made sure to make that Eddie’s problem in the weeks that followed.

Even with their first kid, it didn’t change anything. Too young to know what any day was, if they didn’t make a fuss then the kid didn’t care. Something that still applied for the second. But those two were school-aged now and learning traditions. Their third kid was still too young but went where the others did so Valentine’s Day became something of a thing in their house. Because who can tell kids no?

Boxes of little cards, rice krispie treats for the class, it was a whole red and pink production. Of course, they wanted to pick gifts out for Steve and Eddie so they took turns taking them shopping for just the right card and that one stuffed dinosaur that Eddie still kept on his nightstand.

Steve thought that was what it’d be, they’d grow out of it and into Eddie’s perspective and one by one the house would return to normal. The biggest hardship would be finding shoeboxes every February.

Until he was treated to an early morning surprise. The kids got themselves up before school, a feat he wished could happen again because both of them were impossible to wake otherwise, and helped themselves to all the kitchen had to offer. Something Steve would blame Eddie for once the kids were on a bus. His hearing aides were out, how was he to know dishes were clattering down the hall?

Unfortunately, Steve and Eddie found out about this endeavor at the same time. With a TV tray waiting dutifully on each side of the bed as the youngest crawled over Steve and Eddie to wake them up.

A second before their eyes opened, before anything was in focus, the screams of “Happy Valetimes Day” filled their room. Two beaming children tried their best to put the trays over Steve and Eddie as the adults tried to process time and space.

Steve sat up first and helped pass out the breakfasts-in-bed as the kids climbed up to sit at the foot of the bed, expectantly. Ready to accept their positions as the new Julia Childs. Hearing aids, glasses, a few elbows to his husband's side, and eventually the family was put together enough for this.

Each tray had a saucer with two mostly frozen Eggo waffles drowning in syrup. Steve put that on the mental shopping list, there was no way they had any left after this. A whole, uncut (thankfully) orange rolled around. Steve could see the attempts to peel it that didn’t get far. Weirdly, in something he couldn’t figure out, there were lettuce leaves on both trays. Not on a plate, just there, catching syrup.

Coffee mugs were filled a quarter of the way with grape juice. They’d been working on reasonable amounts to pour in glasses and cups and Steve was impressed to see it’d swung far away from the overflowing mess. He couldn’t help but laugh at the swig of juice they were offered here.

In a bowl were, again, all of the strawberries in the house. Steve had been looking forward to eating these but the mess piled on top of them said he’d be going to the store sooner than he thought.

Eddie saved Steve the overthinking as he tried to discern what was on them. “What is this?” he asked, a little too bluntly but he’d just woken up.

“Chocolate strawberries!” their oldest said with so much pride. “Member! We saw them at the store and you said daddy would like them? We got them for you.”

Steve’s head whipped to the side to look at Eddie, it wasn’t too early for a shit-eating grin. “You said I’d like them?” He cooed.

“I hope you choke on them.” was all Eddie gave back.

“Okay, so that’s our chocolate syrup then. What is this stuff?” Steve dared to ask, poking at the gristly stuff mostly in the bottom of the bowl.

“Hot chocolate! So they’re extra chocolatey,” the oldest continued to explain. This time like they were idiots for not knowing this.

“And I’m guessing the M&Ms were in case there wasn’t enough chocolate?” Eddie said, plucking one out.

“That’s the special Valentimes surprise,” the oldest two said together, shaking with excitement.

Steve hadn’t even noticed those but the words summoned the youngest up to take that from Eddie’s hand. The other two came up to cuddle and share the breakfast. Steve tried not to think about the mess in the kitchen and went on to figure out a convincing lie to not have to eat most of this.

He peeled his orange and offered segments to each of his children. Eddie was braver and took a bite of a strawberry. Soon enough the room was filled with giggles and coherent adults. Nothing any candy corporation or greeting card company could offer would hold a candle to this.

[saiikavon]

(So writing the “my sweet prince” piece was therapeutic, actually, and I’ve been having some real harsh mental health days, so here’s a companion piece to it. Maybe I can vicariously take care of myself through Jounouchi taking care of Kaiba.

Warning: Mentions of blood, attempted suicide, and depression.)

There shouldn’t have been any reason for Jounouchi to return to the Kaiba mansion. He’d only been once following what the press were calling Kaiba’s “public breakdown,” and that was just a pointless attempt to erase the image he’d seen of Kaiba before that.

Furious and shaking. Sobbing, screaming. “Let me die, damn you, let me die!”

Might still have hit him wrong if he’d just been a bystander; he knew Kaiba. But Jounouchi had been the one Kaiba had been screaming at.

They’d made such a damn scene. Water and blood splashing everywhere. Kaiba howling like a cornered animal, clawing weakly at his would-be savior while Jounouchi struggled to keep him from bleeding out. Distantly, Mokuba’s shaking voice calling for the paramedics. Jounouchi hadn’t even heard him rushing in. Had no idea how the kid hadn’t gotten there first.

All things considered, Kaiba hadn’t been his biggest fan, then, rescuer or not. There was no reason Jounouchi should have been allowed in the first time, let alone be called back. And to be Kaiba’s caretaker, of all things.

All just for changing some bandages before he’d left, while Kaiba had sat there like a limp puppet, staring out into nothing.

“We had to sedate him the last time,” Mokuba had said. “But he just let you do it.”

So what? Jounouchi had thought. And then Mokuba put the nail in his proverbial coffin.

“I just want my brother to get better, Jounouchi. Please.”

There was no saying ‘no’ to that.

***

Jounouchi was no doctor, but he had volunteered at the local senior center a fair few times. He’d never imagined he’d use that experience for this, but at least he wasn’t going in totally blind. He knew how to clean up after someone, he knew how to work around medical equipment, and he knew how to keep a positive attitude. Kaiba wasn’t more or less responsive than some of the people he’d worked with, and easier in some ways, because he never put up a fuss about his treatment. As long as it was Jounouchi handling it, apparently.

He let Jounouchi feed him. Bathe him. Change his bandages. Walk him down the hall once he was well enough to leave his bed.

It was weird. But he was getting better, at least physically, so it was hard to complain. Mokuba was happier with it, at least, now that his brother wasn’t wasting away in front of him.

The mental stuff was another story. Hell, no one knew what made Kaiba crack in the first place, and the man himself wasn’t sharing any time soon. That part wasn’t going to get better until Kaiba chose to open himself up to try and cleanse the wound.

Jounouchi was invested now, though. He’d spent months wiping this man’s chin when he was too tired to eat properly, months coaxing him to take pills he didn’t want to take, months tucking him into bed at night. He didn’t falter even when Kaiba went from passively dependent to attached, and took the weeks holding him when he didn’t want to sleep alone in stride.

“You’re gonna rise like a damn phoenix from the ashes one day,” Jounouchi whispered to him one night, when he was finally fast asleep. “And I’m gonna be there when you do.”

If he had to be Kaiba’s crutch until then, so be it. Jounouchi Katsuya never gave up on the things that were most important.

[kuuyandere]

I wanted to talk about my darling, if that's alright. I can never get enough of talking about him. I'm actually autistic/adhd and he's been my biggest special interest since we've been dating. My friends and family have all gotten annoyed with the fact he's all I talk about.

He's asleep next to me as I type this. I love hearing him breathing, I always check up on him too. He just moved in less than a week ago. I'm so happy, I'm filled with joy. I feel like my friends and family all judge me for how soon it is. I just got divorced (married wayyy too young) the beginning of October last year, and started dating him the end of October. We've been dating a little less than four months now.

But see: he's a yandere too. He's already planning his proposal to me. And he created a tumblr just to follow my blogs and reblog yanderecore posts he tags me in. He has notifications on and stalks my blogs, and goes through and likes every post I make ♥️ He always tells me that he doesn't need anyone else because I'm all that matters, that he'd do anything for me, and that I give his life meaning and purpose. He's said that I'm his first love and if I ever leave him he'd never move on because he knows for a fact that he'd never love anyone like he does me so what's the point of trying. I have to always stop him from spending all of his paycheck on buying me gifts if I accidentally say I want something where he can overhear me. He will also pick up my jackets in front of me and start smelling them and carrying them around to hug. If we go out in public he always has to be holding my hand. And: he always prefers to leave at least one hickey on me, preferably as visible as possible, so everyone knows I'm taken.

I love all of it. I love that he does that, I love how jealous and possessive he is, I love that when I reblog yanderecore posts for him he kisses me and tells me that he loves it. He loves that I'm also obsessed with him. I told him that since I need to travel for a week coming up I'd bring some of his shirts he's worn and use them like a pillowcase and he blushed. I told him that I'd die without him, I'd just wither away, my purpose is to be his and to be his housewife and dote on him. He loves all of it. Except he refuses to let me take on more than 50% of the housework no matter how much I whine and insist. He also bought me a journal for Christmas with my name and birth flower engraved on it, and I've been using it to practice writing pages of my first name and his last name for when we get married. He finds it so cute and said I should start using it as my signature since technically they won't check if my last name matches on most documents ♥️

We just bought a bunch of prints of photos of us together and kissing and have already hung some of them up. I also got him a picture of me for his wallet he immediately cut it out and stuck in his wallet for when he has to be at work and misses me. We've also discussed what our wedding will be like, we're saving to buy a house together in the future, what we'll name our kids, and what our future matching tattoo will look like ♥️

I've always been kind of an obsessive lover but never like this. And never this reciprocated. I'm over the moon. We're completely soulmates. He's already met my family and they think he's great, he's so kind to everyone and always fussing over me. And I'm the only person he's ever dated to meet his family. They also like me, and appreciate how much I've fixed his depression. According to them before we met he was constantly depressed and grumpy and antisocial. And now he's bubbly and never stops talking about me.

My darling means the entire world to me ♥️ He's snoring so sweetly right now. He keeps putting his arm or leg over mine in his sleep too. I'm madly MADLY in love with him. I need to get up to finish some chores while he rests but it's so hard to rip myself away from his side. He's going to buy my engagement ring soon, and I've been telling him since the end of December that whenever he asks I'll say yes. When we go our I always rub my ring finger and feel like something is missing, like I left something at home. Even though in my past relationship it was terrible and I purposely never wore my wedding ring.

Anyways: thanks for listening. I need to try and pry myself away to feed our furbabies and come back to bed asap. Mutual yandere love is the best thing I've ever experienced and my darling is the best thing that could have possibly happened to me

This was honestly so heartwarming to read, thank you for sharing! I am happy for you and your darling, and I’m glad that you were able to leave your previous unhappy marriage and find someone who brings you so much joy into your life. Congratulations!

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Sixteen.

I remember a time where I would wake up and I would be in another country, every day too and now I can’t even stand to be away from home, I am home sick. I want to go back to LA so bad, but I am not leaving Chris, so I have to just wait it out for him. I am missing just everything about LA, Vegas isn’t bad, but it isn’t home. Home is LA now and that is where we settled, I think Chris feels it from me too, but I will bite my tongue and just get on with it for his sake. I am happy for him; he has the biggest contract out there for these performances, so we roll. The boys love it here, nothing has changed for them, they have Amerie, and they still have an education, Junior is still doing what he loves, and Emi is happy so for them this is nothing, but for me I hate it. Imani hates us both because we gave her two choices, she came with us or stays with Mel. What Rylee said to me stuck with me and I wasn’t about to let her stay there alone, Rylee wouldn’t put that in my mind for nothing, she wouldn’t worry Chris for nothing, so we decided to not let her stay back alone so she is with us. And that brother of Oakley went home but what gets me is that what did she think would happen, would I turn off the cameras for her, I would have seen her shit. She has been so mad with us, we don’t treat her like an adult but we are protecting her, and if Rylee thinks she needs protecting from Juke then I believe her. I don’t know much about him, he is on my radar, but Chris isn’t too fussed about him because of him being Oakley brother, and I know how much he loves Oakley but if Rylee has concerns then I should be concerned. Imani acts so stupid at times, and she thinks we are against her which we aren’t. We are here for her, we love her and we want to make sure no man breaks her heart, so Imani pretty much just stayd away from me and goes out to see Willow a lot, she is here and Willow is a great help for Imani but she thinks we should trust her, I was going to tell her about herself but then I remembered I need to not bite but things are ok here, but personally I cannot wait to get the fuck home, Vegas isn’t it for raising a family and I certainly won’t be staying longer then we should, I think Chris knows this too, he knows I hate it.

I always come to see Chris at his residency, leave the kids at home and support my twin. I don’t care how much I see him do the same thing, he is such a talented soul. I mean me on the other hand, I am over doing this shit and I wouldn’t step foot on stage even though I got asked too, maybe I would for one song. Chris said on his last one I would need too so I think I may do that for him, it would be cute actually, we both do a little thing together but that is a long, long away so we going to have to wait for that one “how was that one baby?” I said to him as I passed the towel “fucking dope, the interaction with the fans here is so much better, I feel like I can actually you know, speak to them too and get to know them but it was good, I thought Tianna was coming?” I shrugged “I haven’t seen her, maybe I was too busy watching you” Chris side eyed me “oh please, I saw you on the phone. The lies you tell” he mushed my head “ok but I was just sending Mel a picture of Aziel, she asked how he is, and I said my grandbaby is in Guyana, or back by now but that was all. Literally one second you see me on the phone and you’re using that against me” he chuckled “well I peeped you” walking behind him “hey mom and dad” Tianna is here “the hell you come from goofy? You ain’t seen me popping on stage?” he said, “I was there but like backstage, and it is for a reason I promise dad it is” he hugged Tianna “and what reason is that huh?” I am confused, I didn’t even know she was here “just trust me, and I will explain” hugging Ti “you girls, well you can speak to Imani while you’re here too, she is playing hell” Ti groaned out “no thanks” I swatted her.

Tianna is glowing, I see my baby she is smiling so much, she is happy and I love to see it “what is happening?” I am confused, she has us here and guarding Chris’ dressing room “I have someone I want you both to meet, and I hope you both like him too” my eyes widened “you have a man!?” I spat “yes, we have been keeping this lowkey, that is the reason why I have been busy and now we made it official I said it is important that my family like him so yeah” I smiled “oh my god, I am excited” I said “mhmmm who is it?” Chris is already being defensive “be kind!” I spat “yeah but I need to know, that my baby you know” Ti sighed out “please dad, I think you will like him but follow me” she said, Chris looked at me “this motherfucker ain’t Oakley to be coming to see me” I gasped “you ass” nudging him “please don’t be so mean” I pushed by Chris because I want to see this man first, Tianna has been very quiet about this one, I am so excited “they will be kind” walking into the room, he is stood up already but I had to do a double take “I know your face” I pointed “so do I, Rihanna” he laughed “oh wow, Damson!” looking at Tianna “you’re dating Damson, oh my daughter. Yes!” I just agreed, Damson laughed “wow, that was a quick approval. I am Damson, nice to meet you finally” he shook my hand “I mean I wasn’t expect this, wow. Ti!” I eyeballed her, she is giggling “I can’t lie, she got me stumped because I wasn’t expecting Franklin Saint in the room” Chris said, turning to him “I also didn’t think I would be meeting Chris and Rihanna but erm yeah, it’s good to meet you. Tianna has spoken so much about you and of course, Cench” Chris eyes lit up, he shook his head “really?” Chris said “he actually got us together, erm yeah. He is good friends with me, practically brothers but we don’t air that out much, it was more to do with politics of what he was involved in, but we are very good friends and I asked about Tianna but at the time she was with the other dude, but I want to do this right” Damson has got a smile out of Chris “impressive, come let’s talk” this is really good.

Eyeballing Tianna “you kept this so quiet, oh my god” we walked off to sit down “well we both wanted to just get to know each other, what happened mom is that Oakley did introduce us and then left it as that, it was pretty much after Taylan and I said fuck him, why should I even sit around and cry about it, so we have been hanging around together a lot, then he made it official and yeah. We said parents first and then we proceed with the world” I cooed out “you look so happy Ti, I am so happy for you and yeah. He seems like a nice guy, and I know with your dad he hates any man” Tianna laughed “oh we know but what you think he is saying” she asked me “probably asking for the script for Snowfall” she laughed out “he actually” she paused “do not speak on it, I am in Snowfall as his love interest” I gasped “yes, I know. He forced me into acting, he said he wanted me in it. So yeah, that is when you said I went missing on you, I was so tired because I was doing night shoots” I am so happy “Tianna, I am so happy like I pray he is the one but for Oakley to bring him forward he must be good, he knows what your dad is like, I mean he was his friend and he still got him” Ti nodded her head “I know mom, I said that my dad will judge your first move with him. But what you saying with Imani, me and Rylee are staying away if you haven’t noticed” that alone made me frown “but what has she done?” I asked “her attitude mom, she is so rude to us. I mean I will talk to her, but she is rude to us thinking we want to ruin her life, we care!” Tianna spat, Imani being rude to her sisters, that is crazy to me, she loves them.

Chris and Damson are laughing a lot and I am impressed “your dad must like British people because the way he hits it off with them all the time, I am glad. I did like Taylan and your dad didn’t do this is giving me good vibes, oh daughter. You have a good man; he is handsome too. Very handsome” Tianna and I laughed “I feel like I’m on a cloud, he just makes me happy. Like maybe it is a British thing. But also, bonus points. His base will be LA, so you won’t lose me” I cooed out “that is so good, like it’s hard just being apart from Rylee but then when you have kids I can see them” Tianna groaned out “no! Stop it” I chuckled “I’m so happy for my kids, a new relationship for you, Rylee to be engaged, I’m happy” I sighed out “engaged? They just made it boyfriend and girlfriend official?” Ti said “wait, that is a secret. So Oakley asked your dad for permission, then dad told me that is why I was crying that day. But what you mean boyfriend and girlfriend. Can he hurry up, I hate keeping it to myself, but don’t tell her. Let him do it in his own time but I may need to kick him” Ti laughed “I mean it’s not shocking, he really isn’t going to let her go. You know how heartwarming it is that we had a four way conversation, we all get on. We are thinking of meeting up when I go London and having a games night, like it’s just so nice that we can do things together. As couples, knowing Damson gets on with everyone, I am so happy mom” I cooed out “Tianna, this is so cute. I just need to put my attention on Imani” Tianna face changed “she needs all eyes on her mom, me and Rylee have given up, she is rude to us but begs us to not tell dad” I have no idea what is happening with that girl “really? I am watching her and to me she is ok” Ti laughed “well mother, you played hell. Do it with her, she isn’t innocent. I promise you” my face softened “but also let her live, I feel with her she wants to break free and do something dumb too” now I want to call her “I’ll call her and find out what she is up too, she does her own thing most of the time anyways” pressing my phone against my ear “hey mom” she answered so quickly “are you ok? What are you up too?” She laughed “I am ok just going to New York” I frowned “who knew that you’re going there!?” I spat “dad, it’s for work. Sorry just you have been busy” Chris never said really “ok but are you ok?” I said “I am ok mom, I promise” why didn’t Chris just tell me, I don’t get it “I am so shocked you’re with him, this is a cool guy” I knew Chris would like him, I’m not shocked at all.

Staring off into the distance, being back in London is good, I mean I’m happy, but I don’t know, I feel some type of sorrow. My dad isn’t the best, I know that, and I can hold my hands up and say that but he was still my dad and I enjoyed seeing him be a grandparent even though he wasn’t a parent to me, I lost my dad a long time ago when I knew he wasn’t a man, he wasn’t a father but he still was there, he was around, he’s still a loss. I am so conflicted in this, and I hate it, but being back in London means I can get on with things but I’m just feeling down. I am waiting on Aziel to come out of school too, when I think back on shit, at Aziel age my parent would argue it out who would pick me up, like it was a chore and I knew it, I was a burden to be picked up. They would get my neighbour but then I hit about eight and I would walk out, but Juke, I walked him home all the time, I didn’t get that so I will always make time for my kid. I know I had a meeting, but I wanted to pick him up, getting out of my car. School rule that we don’t need to come inside and that the teacher will bring the children out, I have parked right outside the school, they don’t allow that “Oakley you know that is a ticket” the teacher said “bill it to his mom” I laughed “Aziel” she side eyed me “you are trouble, but please can we not take him out of school that long again” Aziel ran to me “dad, my dad is here” smiling at him “Jordan” waving at him “dad can we take Jordan” shaking my head “his mom will be here, but thanks” I said to the teacher as I walked off “I sit in front” nodding my head “get in, you big boy now” getting into the car, he opened the door “yes I am, can I have ice cream please” he placed his bag down on the floor “sure, why not but you got ice cream money?” I asked, “stop it!” he spat which made me smile, I am sure we have time for some ice cream.

I thought I would feed Aziel instead and then he can have dessert before he goes back to his mom, she knows anyways but this boy is costing me today and it was supposed to be a quick trip to pick him up, I bought him down west to a good spot “bossman, it isn’t his birthday you know” I said laughing “I know friend, I did it for the boy. It makes him happy, you like this” he placed the chocolate cake and ice cream down with a sparkler “oh wow” Aziel smiled “that is an extra fiver you know, you better do this out of the goodness of your heart” I pointed, the manager laughed getting his hand out to me “brother, I know you for years stop it” shaking his hand “you like that?” he asked Aziel “yes, my dad get one too” shaking my head “nah, I will share with you. Thank you” I said to him, he walked off “you like that” he nodded his head “I like being with my dad, Jordan dad not rap he boring” I chuckled “so what, doesn’t mean he is boring son. Everyone is different so stop it” he shrugged “but you’re the best” this makes me happy “make you happy if mom and me be together” I asked “sometimes, look” he held his hand “wipe it on the tissue, what you mean sometimes?” that is cheeky “you kiss mom, ew” I laughed out “oh man, you’re jarring, who told you to look” this child “I can see dad” my son is growing “stop growing, cheeky” shaking my head.

Juke said for me to meet him before I go to Rylee house, I really needed to have the meeting and then go to Rylee home, I ain’t leaving once I go there so I thought I would see him before I go back “wait here” I pointed at Aziel and then took my key because you never know with this child “what is up?” I asked Juke “I wanted to let you know that Ti is here in London” my face changed “why?” I asked, he shrugged and pointed “what is that got to do with me, tell her to go away. Juke I am not joking with you, get her gone. She is one screw loose from making you out that you forced her then what?” Juke shook his head “I actually want to be with her” I pushed him “fuck you” walking to the car “get the fuck out of my car” opening the door “out, nah. This is my car, Imani I am not supporting this shit. Juke, give me my keys, I want you to leave me alone, we buried our fucking dad and you come back to this!?” I shouted, now I am mad “you did it for love” I stormed around the car but he moved “you know I will fuck you up, fucking get your shit out” Imani got out “you’re stupid” I said to her “nobody listens to me, nobody lets me live. You’re just like Rylee” I shrugged “no, I know my brother, he don’t want you. He wants what you got” I just said it “fuck you” Imani said to me “nah fuck you, get your shit out of my car, and you! Find a place to stay, not on my watch. You and this bitch” I pointed “don’t call her that” I laughed kicking the car door shut “I am actually going to tell Chris” I spat “I will tell my dad you let us, you allowed it. That this is on you! That you swore at me, he will come to you” locking the car door “Imani, get your heart broken, I don’t care. Stay out of my way” I don’t need their shit, her being in London is the most pathetic shit “fuck off Oakley you pussy” I pulled a face “why are you being so rude to me? Just because your sister is Rylee don’t mean I won’t come for you, we won’t start on your issues. Let’s not go there” I eyeballed her “you sleep with young girls” I sniggered “and you belong in an asylum, fuck you” rude little bitch.

[ghostwriterdiariesxoxo]

Down For You (Ch:16) History Repeats (TEASER)

Teaser warnings (Language, Adult content)

[It feels like a perfect, endless, afternoon. The beach seems to drift further and further from view as we swim, talk, and play, tilting our faces to the sky as we laugh. My muscles burn from the rhythmic push and pull of the tide, but there’s something about it that I welcome because it somehow makes me feel more alive. I wasn’t aware of the weight that Bo and I have had on our shoulders until now, as it lifts towards the sun, slowly sinking from its position overhead and I’m happy just to witness the nearly constant smile playing on his lips that tastes like the salt of the ocean with every kiss. When the tide begins to swell, we slowly make our way back to the beach. The pale gold light of the sinking sun is warm on my skin as we trudge through the sugar-white sand towards the Escalade. 

“Do you want to stick around here and watch the sunset?” Bo asks, pushing his soaked hair from his face. He looks at me, flashing a grin. “Or are you still aching to get back to the beach house?”

 “No,” I laugh, giving him a playful push. “Let’s stay here.”

 With the hatch lifted over our heads, we settle in the back of the Escalade. Bo sits, propped against the frame, one leg hanging out over the edge, the other, drawn close to his chest. And for a while, he watches me, with a gentle, adoring smile while I play the ukulele. The notes are soft against the distant roar of the ocean and from time to time I lift my gaze from the strings, to watch a golden retriever in the distance as he tears through the sand in pursuit of a frisbee. 

The sun is now hovering on the horizon when he steals the Ukulele and I laugh, as he’s once again personally offended that it doesn’t play like a guitar. His fingers get bundled, one over the other across the fret, and he curses through a smile, his damp hair sweeping the top of his sunkissed cheeks as he shakes it wildly out in front of him.

 “Why is it so tiny?!” He fusses through clenched teeth.

“That’s what she said?”

 He huffs a laugh at my lame attempt to be funny.

“Then she obviously wasn’t talking to me.” He tosses the Ukulele to the side just as his phone begins buzzing, illuminating atop of a pile of damp towels. “Aw shit,” he says, glancing at the screen. Putting it on speakerphone, he tosses it down between us. “Heeey Mitch.” 

“Hey buddy!” A deep, but offensively loud voice responds. “You ready for this weekend?”

 Bo Rolls his eyes, sweeping his palm over his beard. 

“Dude, of course! I’m SO fucking ready, are you kidding?”

There’s a brief moment of silence on the line before the guy, apparently, named Mitch, responds.  

“You forgot didn’t you?”

 “Yep.” 

 “Classic! Good thing I called to remind you then!”

 “Uh-huh.”

 “I’m assuming Camille isn’t coming with you? I hear she’s back at her home away from home.”

“We aren’t together,” Bo replies quickly. “But yeah—she's probably not gonna show.”

“Oh no! You guys split already?” Mitch’s words are thick with sarcasm as he belts out a hearty laugh. “Good call man— that girl’s the biggest whore in L.A.”

  Bo’s expression seems to tighten as he looks out towards the ocean.

 “You do realize you’re marrying Victoria Layton, right?”

 “Says the SECOND biggest whore in L.A.” Mitch says ripping into another round of laughter. Bo lays his head back on the frame, shaking his head as Mitch continues. “Well, Camille must be pretty fucked up this time because she’d never miss the reunion party of the century! Hey! Be prepared to get fucked up!”

“Got it, man,” Bo says as he leans forward, over the phone. “I’ll see you then.” He ends the call with a faint sigh before looking up.  “So, my insanely obnoxious, but well-meaning friend Mitch, is getting married this weekend. Puts a damper on our trip but—want to be my plus one?”

I smile. “A wedding date with the second biggest WHORE in L.A?” I tease. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted!” I laugh but he returns a weak smile. “You don’t seem very excited about going…”

“I’m not,” he sighs. “But—I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t.”

 Without much further conversation we turn our eyes out to the horizon, just in time to watch the sun sink behind the blue.

 It’s twilight when we return to the beach house, illuminated beautifully over the dunes. As much as I’d love to let Bo strip my bikini off right inside the door, I have sand in every place I never wanted it, so I quickly make my way towards the bathroom to get a quick shower.

Just as I make it through the bathroom doorway, I hear Bo speak as he suddenly closes in behind me. 

“Not so fast,” he says quietly. Hooking his finger over the back strap of my bikini, he pulls me back against his body, lifting my hair with one hand, his lips graze across the back of my neck, while his other hand sends my eyes rolling as it travels south of the border. “Make it quick,” he purrs into my ear. “I started regretting that decision to wait, hours ago.”

 I bite my lip with a smile.  “Good,” I say, trying to breathe. “You deserve it.”

 He spins me around, twisting his fingers into my hair and his mouth sinks deeply onto mine. Our bodies both radiate the heat from the sun we’ve been absorbing all day and when he sighs across my lips, I start to reconsider that shower. The ring of his cell meets our ears from the bedroom and after two rounds, his hands drop from my hair to his side in defeat as he takes a step back. He tosses his head to the side, clearly annoyed as the melodic cock block starts on round three. But I’m not minding all that much as I dreamily study the way the saltwater has made his hair curl around his face.  “Quick,” he repeats before leaving. 

 Once in the shower, the background noise of my mind turns to full volume, taking in the feeling of the warm water as it journeys over my skin. Questions and worries, sitting both at the forefront and the back of my mind. Starting with the new and unexpected plans to attend a wedding this weekend. Bo explained on the way back from the beach that Mitch called it the ‘reunion of the century’ because it’s essentially bringing their entire circle of friends together from over the last decade and a half.

 The fact that my own wedding, steadily approaching, still sits unresolved and uncanceled chews at the back of my mind. Attending this wedding isn’t going to soften that feeling and plus, the idea of being surrounded by a crowd of Bo’s history suddenly fills me with a bit of anxiety. Who knows who will be there, staring at me, wondering who I am and what on earth I’m doing with Bo. Because so far, that’s all I’ve witnessed. 

But the main concern I have still sits heavily on my mind. Is Bo okay? Although it somehow feels like days later, it was only just last night that I listened as he cried himself to sleep. He’s been chipper today, although there’s been a few moments he seemed to be miles away in his head. I know one conversation and one quiet cry aren’t going to take away the violent echoes of that night. So where’s he tucking it away? How long will it be until it resurfaces?   It’s a lot to process but I do everything I can to pull it back behind the wall in my head as I climb out of the shower. But I suddenly consider that maybe I should leave these thoughts strewn about because somehow the stress of it all is manifesting in desperate want for him. So, while my head grasps around in the dark for resolve, my body is clawing at him, viciously in need.

Wrapped in a towel, I head into the bedroom. After a quick sweep of the space, I realize it’s empty. But, the double French doors leading to the porch are wide open and along with the breeze sweeping in from the beach, I hear the faint sound of his voice trickling in. When I make it to the doorway, I peer out, spotting Bo. His back is to me, where he leans against the pillar, his cell phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear. The full moon overhead cast his shadow, inky black and stretching out over the length of the porch.

 I open my mouth to give him a quick heads up that I’m out of the shower, but when he starts speaking, I pause.

 “It’s gonna be all right, Cam…..You’ll get through it….. It’s fine….if you need me, just call me.”

My heart drums in my chest and I’m not sure if it’s from a rise of anger or shock. But either, it’s breaking. He said he was done with her. For good. But it’s clear he isn’t… and I’m suddenly faced with the realization that Camille might be right after all. She’s here to stay. And what exactly does that mean for me…..]

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Casey Pt.1

Janis: Are you in seclusion? 

Janis: Just saw Lucas stropping off to the head

Casey: Least ‘til dad gets here, he were on about ringing him

Janis: He cannot be serious

Janis: I know it weren’t as dramatic as [the most OTT rumour about what went down]

Casey: dead, he can’t hack the twat I made him look

Janis: Someone should tell him he never looks no different

Casey: I did do

Janis: Yeah but I’m not sure the way you did it had him listening

Janis: I’ll go find him

Casey: he heard, half the school an’ all even before it went ‘round rest

Janis: No need to involve Ian about it, not a competition of who can be the loudest, like

Casey: don't matter, he’ll be on my side when he’s heard it

Janis: What was it about, anyway

Janis: no one was too fussed about that detail

Casey: nor am I, he’s never not trying to make us look a dickhead, every chance, I took mine while he were still pissing about

Janis: That is his kink, along with using his red biro, obvs

Janis: he’s a joke, no one takes him serious unless they’re proper messed up and want him to touch them up

Casey: about to say, you missed off his biggest, nonce is what he is

Casey: not a crime not to wear a skirt to class unless you’re in his, my only, that

Janis: You can borrow one of mine, no worries

Casey: 😏 I’d have a few, mate

Janis: Nah, we all know he’s too pussy to actually do anything, you’ll be grand

Casey: didn’t mean problems off him, like

Janis: You’re right, Ian won’t care, will he

Casey: he’d care if I dressed myself up as a lass for a day, but about this bollocks, nah

Janis: Sure, we’d all have complicated feelings about it

Janis: Good, you enjoy your peace and quiet in there then

Casey: only yourself to blame if you set them rumours going again

Janis: 🙄🖕 you’re hilarious, boy

Casey: I get it, right slim pickings in your year far as fit lasses, but calm yourself down, no need to start turning the lads into ‘em or you’ll be having your own calls home

Janis: Whatever was in the water that year was toxic, clearly 👹👹

Janis: They stopped bothering ages ago, she’s on her redo kids, yeah, far too busy

Casey: I’d not answer either if I reckoned dickheads on the other end was giving me a bell to say they’re sectioning the other half the childcare, been there done it as a single mum

Janis: Only my mother could have worse taste in women than she does in men

Janis: least all she does is rot in her room, poor Bobby be terrified otherwise

Casey: there’d be no room for him, she had taste, I’d have moved myself in from the off

Janis: oh so you’d do it if she said so, pisstake

Casey: or she had a fit missus she was all over all over the place, not fussy either way, me

Janis: 🤮

Janis: not even had any lunch to lose yet, dickhead

Casey: it were you putting the idea about

Janis: It’s not that bad, basically everyone has pissed off so we get left to ourselves, honest

Casey: yeah, you sounded proper buzzing to be there then, cosied up with your own mummified other mum

Janis: it’s not even like that, she’s like a grandma in the attic or something

Janis: anyway, go ahead and rub it in how great it is having the whole place to yourself, I’ll allow it

Casey: looks nowt like your fit nan neither, you’ll have to try harder to get us through the door

Janis: 😏 some mate

Janis: I shouldn’t have to make you a sodding list of pros

Casey: we’d only fall out under the same roof

Janis: Absence makes the heart grow fonder’s a charming way to call us a nightmare

Casey: not you, it’s who you wake up next to

Janis: Guess you’re welcome for taking him away then

Janis: it’s been better?

Casey: Always is when there’s no girls about

Janis: My condolences to Ian 💔

Janis: though girl is really pushing the age limit of that word there

Casey: nah, I mean him

Janis: and what am I then

Casey: a lass is different from a girl, you know that

Casey: he’s a pussy, you have one, 1st is his own fault, you can’t help yours

Janis: Tah, very generous of you

Casey: I can’t help being in a top mood neither

Janis: fucking with Lucas will do that to you, I get it

Casey: course you do

Janis: you’re sure I can’t go annoy him about this? Spoilsport

Casey: since when do you do as you’re told

Janis: I don’t fancy you chucking a chair at me about it too

Janis: if you’re good, you’re good

Casey: I chucked a table, have it right

Janis: Oh, I’m soz, SO much more impressive, will correct the gossip for you

Casey: tah

Janis: 💪💪💪

Janis: Hopefully your dad follows suit, at least verbally and Lucas cries off my last lesson with him 🤞

Casey: he’s gonna keep on acting like a woman, my dad’ll put him in line like one

Janis: right, not exactly a showdown for the ages, the pair of them

Casey: over before I get to my pisstake count of 10

Janis: She come and found you yet?

Janis: patronising shoulder pat is what you need right now

Casey: she’ll have the kettle on, solves everything

Janis: *when your degree is written in crayon

Janis: Basically giving you a treat for it, stupid cow 🐶

Casey: deserve it, don’t I

Casey: didn’t kneecap him but still a hero for calling a nonce a nonce round here

Janis: I wouldn’t go that far but that’s why my 🐶 behave better than any kid in this dump

Casey: All about tough love, you

Janis: Living proof of the alternative being for shit, just about

Casey: and I’m proof other side the street’s as shit, with sod all but dead grass

Janis: Don’t worry yourself, I’m not gonna have any

Janis: potential 👿 spawn safe from how much of a bitch I am and how shite everywhere is

Casey: gutted you never meant grass, had me wondering all sorts about where you was gonna piss off to

Janis: have to be a boat or a plane to get off of this island first, after that, who knows

Casey: be over your allowance with his dead weight’s what I know

Janis: Come on

Casey: what

Janis: I know you’ve passports, immigrants

Janis: be a really fucking bad state of affairs if you came here under a lorry

Casey: I get it, you’re after seeing my photo

Janis: Awh, you just got your big boy one, like

Casey: just ‘cause we ain’t all having our photos done every 2 minutes, love

Janis: wrong twin

Casey: nah, much as she’s tried to chuck herself in front of his 📷 a fair few times, still you who’s his muse

Janis: Thank fuck for the self-timer, eh Gracie

Janis: his fault for taking it as a lesson, blind me with the flash at this rate

Casey: done you a list of his faults ages ago

Janis: not a pros and cons list we’ll ever be on the same page on, I doubt

Casey: no shit, you reckon there’s pros, for a start

Janis: A bit different, I don’t rate any of my brothers and sisters either

Casey: you rated the one who’s gone, close I’m gonna be to having your permission to kill him, til he points his 📷 at some other lass

Janis: people who are gone get to skip out on being disappointing, I suppose

Janis: who knows how much she could wreck it, given the chance

Janis: and you know he won’t do that

Casey: might do in your house, in ours, dad’ll go on and on about how disappointed he is

Janis: If there’s anyone worth disappointing

Casey: you’d know loads about that

Janis: No way, thought he liked me 

Casey: you couldn’t have picked someone more worth it, love you for it, he will

Janis: not a choice, ask anyone, I’m famously hard to get along with

Casey: I’m not bothered by their opinions on owt, I’ve my own

Janis: Yeah, that is true about you, s’why you’re alright

Casey: leave it out about my dad and you’re alright too

Janis: I’m not trying to change your mind, know that’d be a pointless thing to do

Janis: I can let him know the feeling is mutual though

Casey: how do you expect him to feel, you’ve taken them to yours, pissed off and left him

Janis: He hasn’t said or done anything about it

Casey: he’s said loads, I’ve stopped him doing something for yours and our kid’s sake

Janis: You know that’s not what’s meant

Casey: I know you’re taking the piss, you and Jim both

Janis: If he wants the kid, he knows where he is

Janis: it’s not like he’s been kidnapped

Casey: what do you want him for

Janis: He doesn’t feel safe with him

Casey: our kid dunno what unsafe is

Janis: There’s levels, you’d hate it if Jim played that card on you

Casey: he don’t have no cards to play against me, hard done by’s his favourite game, you shouldn’t need telling by now

Janis: It’s not up to me, it’s between you lot but Bob is happy right now, I know that much

Casey: you heard me say I were leaving him there, stopping my dad from coming round’s been up to me and I have done 

Janis: You shouldn’t have to be his keeper

Casey: he shouldn’t be left here to rot, he’s done fuck all wrong

Janis: He has but that’s your shout, end of the day

Casey: taking his side and only listening to it’s yours

Janis: I know what I’ve seen but yeah

Janis: got no sway over you, if you say you’re alright then I have to take your word for it

Casey: you’ve seen what he wants you to when he comes crying to you, none of how he gets there

Janis: There’s no excusing it

Casey: you dunno what you’re on about, you never will

Janis: if you like, Case

Casey: if you like, stay with your hippie mum

Janis: Options are limited

Casey: your POV is, that ain’t the real world, how it works

Janis: The real world is if any of you told anyone what he does, he’d be banged up, and you know that

Casey: you’ve told me before you know what it’s like, weren’t that real

Janis: I know why you don’t say anything, wouldn’t

Casey: you cut me slack, why not my dad

Janis: It don’t work for adults, someone has to hold their feet to the fire or they carry on

Janis: you’re a kid, you’ve got time

Casey: piss off am I, Bob’s a kid

Janis: compared to your dad, then, I’m not calling you a young man like I’m 70, tah

Casey: no dickhead’s helped him, what’s it matter how old he is, people either give a shit or they don’t

Janis: It gets old as you do, then you end up alone

Janis: I’ve seen it happen, not just my hippie mother I’ve been dubiously ‘raised’ by

Casey: he’ll not end up like that

Janis: He still has you for now

Casey: I’m off nowhere, he’s my dad

Janis: then he’s lucky

Casey: he stayed put 1st

Janis: I know

Casey: you dunno nothing, bollocks has Jim said a word about her

Janis: It don’t take a genius, one parent is here, the other ain’t

Janis: hardly calling myself Einstein with it

Casey: get in his face instead of mine, that’s your job, like

Janis: Right, pretend it’s the same

Casey: come on, we’re nothing alike

Janis: Me and you or you and him?

Casey: none of us, how it sounds

Janis: I’m nothing like my own twin so wouldn’t hold out hope for it

Casey: alright

Janis: this has all got a bit 🎻 I’m off

Casey: in a bit 

Janis: [the suitable pause for Ian to be the dick we, unfortunately, know him to be/Casey to miss some kind of predetermined meet and we just know]

Janis: the 🐶🐶s are handled but can I get you anything whilst I’m out?

Casey: Nah

Janis: I’ll just drop it at the door, or aim it in your window

Casey: you heard

Janis: Yeah but my stance on doing what I’m told’s not changed

Janis: I won’t say anything, swear

Casey: it’s been said, I don’t fucking want nothing off you

Janis: You need it

Casey: I’ve no need of you being a massive smug bitch

Janis: fuck off do I feel smug

Casey: my answer’s not changed

Janis: You can complain all you want, I don’t care

Casey: wrong one

Janis: fine, you’re in no position to fight me, either way, I’ll get what I want

Casey: really wrong one, I could knock you out even if he had me

Janis: we’ll see, won’t we

Casey: I better not bloody see you, girl

Janis: You’ll be less moody when you’ve got some decent painkillers in you, boy

Casey: I can sort my own out if needed

Casey: label’s barely reading

Janis: and have you?

Casey: I’m alright

Janis: You’re stubborn

Casey: and what

Janis: and I’m better at it than you

Casey: you reckon you are at everything

Janis: It’s a real curse

Casey: 💔

Janis: Look, you’ll already not talk to me about none of it, it’s the least you can do, alright

Casey: I don’t owe you shit, get your head round that

Janis: You feel like a dickhead, I’ve not called you one

Casey: be how you look at me I let you in, I’m not having it

Janis: come on, no I won’t

Casey: I ain’t thick, nor am I soft

Janis: not words I’ve called you either

Janis: I can’t just leave you

Casey: I’ve already been left, just stick to it

Janis: That’s how you want it, it’s easier

Janis: this is different

Casey: what this is is sod all to do with you

Janis: It’s enough to do with me that I’m not ignoring it

Casey: fuck’s sake

Janis: you should’ve thought up a good reason to cancel on me

Casey: I overslept, you never bothered asking

Janis: You went along with what I suspected, be why

Casey: you’re doing my head in

Janis: yeah?

Casey: yeah, piss off, can’t you

Janis: you can go back to bed if you just let me do what I need to do, instead of arguing back

Casey: What do you need to do

Janis: Give you a once over, assess the situation

Casey: I told you I can take care of myself

Janis: I heard

Casey: be his nurse whenever you fancy, he gets off on it

Janis: don’t need the hint

Casey: you’re not taking none of my others, worth a go

Janis: it’s tactical, like

Casey: it’s patronising, love, there’s fuck all you can do else I can’t

Janis: that’s not the point of doing things for people, don’t have to be

Casey: the point is save yourself the trip to see us 🤕

Janis: you’d rather sulk and lick your wounds

Janis: Alright

Casey: up to me, my wounds

Janis: it isn’t just about you though

Casey: You’re not bringing him here

Janis: You can’t be left alone with him

Casey: if you’re coming to have a look, only you are

Casey: bring that dickhead and you’ll be patching him up instead

Janis: He isn’t here, he’s working

Janis: you wouldn’t have agreed to coming before if he was about

Casey: keep your mouth shut to him or you’re not getting near

Janis: would it be that awful to know he cares

Casey: he don’t, he’d be chuffed to bits to say I told you so and yours is pisstake enough

Janis: that’s bollocks, no one is over the moon about any of this

Casey: he cares about getting one over on our dad, taking everything off him, where else am I in it

Janis: They’re coming back here, this hasn’t worked

Janis: you’re not coming anywhere, offer’s revoked

Casey: play happy families where you like

Janis: I said them, not me

Janis: I’m not stupid, I know that’ll not help anything

Casey: nor me, it’ll not last

Janis: It’ll have to

Casey: such bollocks

Janis: he can come see me

Casey: tell Jim, not us

Janis: I will, don’t need to ruin his shift with it

Casey: 👌 be what you’ll get off him too

Janis: ‘cos you’re loads better

Casey: what were it you said about pretending it’s the same

Janis: if you remembered, you could take the advice, shame

Casey: I’m meant to keep my distance, he’s not

Janis: I’ve never said he does

Casey: it don’t need saying, how close are you when he talks with nowt but 👍

Janis: you’re just trying to get me to piss off again

Casey: I said you could come here, you who went back on it

Janis: I’m on my way

Janis: You know how long it takes [a particularly fat and old dog] to get anywhere

Casey: blame [this dog]

Janis: what are you trying to blame me for?

Casey: I know pissing about when I see it

Janis: You would be familiar

Casey: it ain’t that bad, you can calm yourself down about how you reckon I might look

Janis: none of it was that bad, why’d he fly off the handle about it this time?

Casey: I kicked off at school, he kicked off at home

Casey: so what, like

Janis: He needs a hobby

Casey: don’t, alright

Janis: fine, fine, we won’t talk about it

Janis: and you’ve patched yourself up, yeah?

Casey: there’s nothing to have a chat about, we’re as bad as each other, me and him

Janis: Hardly

Casey: he was fuming ‘cause of me, I was fuming ‘cause of Lucas, no difference

Janis: You never said what Lucas did anyway

Casey: I said it don’t matter, he were just getting at me

Janis: he’s such a prick, I could always key his car again

Casey: there ain’t gonna be a desk between us every time, one day

Janis: No one’ll deserve it more, like

Casey: don’t go near his car, yeah, can’t have you going missing an’ all

Janis: You should be so lucky, he tried that, it weren’t happening

Casey: he’ll have mates he’s told since, how fit you are, be a whole ring ready and waiting

Janis: don’t threaten me with a good time

Janis: he’s definitely got no mates, not even noncy ones

Casey: I dunno, online you can be whatever dickhead you want, you’re wasting it, might be he’s not

Janis: Sounding like YOU fancy him now

Janis: his socials won’t be that good

Casey: how is it, I’m warning YOU

Janis: you’re sweet

Casey: shut up

Janis: 😏🤐

Casey: I did just oversleep, I was gonna show up

Janis: then what, let me get the fright of my life at the sight of you

Casey: you’re not Bob, you can hack it

Janis: so much faith in us

Casey: it’s only some blood, lasses do that all the time, what school taught us in their special assembly

Janis: Well done for paying attention, come in handy for you not freaking out when you encounter it

Casey: 😏 yeah, so it’s alright if that’s why you’re being mardy

Janis: feminist of the year right here

Casey: I reckon my nose’s broke, we’re probably about even bleeding wise

Janis: Look like you’re on the football team

Janis: do you want it resetting or what

Casey: I had a go but it was having none of it

Janis: It’s harder to sort yourself

Janis: just sit on your hands when I give it a shot

Casey: sound like your shit nan with that advice

Janis: 😂 That’s real wishful thinking

Janis: only after saving my own nose, weird to be matching on that one

Casey: I’d not smack you, you’re alright

Janis: it’s just a reflex

Casey: it’s happened before, I never smacked Jim then and you know I’d take any excuse

Janis: ‘Course

Janis: there you go then, go mental 🤚🖐

Casey: this’ll be 3rd time, lucky you or lucky me, either or

Janis: You’ll heal beautifully then, no worries

Janis: any good stories or nah?

Casey: same story, so nah

Janis: He’s predictable

Casey: bones break easier the more they do, he’s getting older, he needs the hand

Janis: Yeah, my ankles never been the same, absolute joke

Janis: what about the rest of you?

Casey: Joke how you broke it in the 1st place, mate

Janis: beyond embarrassing is right

Casey: for him

Casey: what sort of lad

Janis: Shh, or I’ll make your nose worse for a laugh

Casey: go on then

Janis: 😏

Casey: I’ll blame [a different dog who is a little shit] see what cash his owners’ll chuck us to shut me up

Janis: *fix it, you’d be a nightmare if I ruined your pulling chances

Casey: lasses love a scar and that, I’ll be well in

Janis: right, a scar, not a picasso painting

Casey: [some weird girl who is known throughout the school for being lol] would fancy us

Janis: What a perfect match, n’awh

Casey: oi, piss off, you’re meant to be a mate, say I can do better

Janis: your ego needs no help, I know that about you

Casey: come on, a lass is about to sort my 👃 ‘cause I couldn’t

Casey: ego’s most bruised of all of me

Janis: 🥺 boy

Casey: make me feel better, like

Janis: 😤😠😡🤬 when I try, more like, barely got away with painkillers and a checkup

Casey: don’t sound like me

Janis: perfect patient now you like the sound of it, be about right

Casey: 😤😠😡🤬’s gone

Janis: I was always going to bring [some of his fave treats] an’ all

Casey: Have you got loads more work to piss off to

Janis: Only had this morning lot and an evening walk today so, no

Casey: can you hang about then, for a bit

Janis: ‘course, if you unlock the door for me

Janis: Better not break in

Casey: it’d really cheer me up if you broke a window or something though

Janis: 😌

Janis: if you’re lucky, and up to it

Casey: 3rd time, remember, ‘course I am

Janis: ☘️ right at home, you

Casey: feels like it

Janis: I’ll let you choose what we’re watching, as your fake therapist has really tainted a cuppa as a peace offering

Casey: Face/off 

Janis: 🤣 fuck’s sake, too good a shout, even if I have to put up with Nick Cage and John Travolta

Casey: mate, you can’t get enough of Hairspray, I’ve seen you

Janis: Maybe you would be if it were about YOUR civil rights, arsehole

Casey: 😂

Casey: nowt to do with Zac Efron, obviously

Janis: Before he got all ‘roided out and ugly 💔

Casey: we had a PE teacher on it at my old school, too easy to wind up, him

Janis: I mean, you’d have a lot to cry about if you had cystic acne, no hair and shrunken balls

Casey: and it were all to teach kids to climb a rope, no olympics or nothing

Janis: What a waste

Casey: northern kids at that

Janis: Imagine looking like a junkie with your trackmarks for that

Casey: fucking hell, feel top about the state of my life now, tah sir

Janis: An inspiration after all

Casey: even ending up in prison how Lucas’ inspirational speech reckons don’t sound as shit in comparison, like

Janis: 🙄 he knows if he ends up behind bars he’s not lasting a day, full of shit, like

Casey: worth going to track him down in the nonce block

Janis: you’re not going anywhere

Casey: not to English for ages

Janis: if that’s meant to be punishment, a shit one

Casey: all he does is pick on us to read shit out to the class anyway

Janis: you should ask to move class, fuck him

Janis: make them put you in [another teacher’s class] she’s easy as

Casey: said she’s too scared to have me in hers

Janis: so’s he, why should he be the one always getting a table to the chin

Janis: just don’t go

Casey: alright, write us a note before you finish with your happy families bollocks and chuck Jim and our kid out

Janis: They’re that useless, used my dad’s signature until he pegged it like he had anything to do with us

Janis: s’not that simple, is it

Casey: Isn’t it?

Janis: yous are an actual family, that’s more important

Casey: we haven’t been since she nipped out to the shops, if you’re doing it for that, don’t, pissed up the wall long before you

Janis: It just don’t feel right

Casey: keep on telling you being with him’s a massive mistake, be why

Janis: I don’t know why you do

Casey: I’m your mate and you deserve better

Janis: Everyone knows good friends lie shamelessly to your face

Casey: I don’t, he’s not good enough for nobody, nevermind you

Janis: He’s far better than me, at this, you just don’t know about it

Casey: I know him and I know you

Janis: it’s just different when you get to be alone with someone

Casey: yeah

Janis: It’ll be alright, my nan lives close enough, I’ll just crash there

Casey: Tell her hey from us 😏

Janis: If I must 😒

Casey: buzzing to be close by if she needs me

Janis: You’ll want to develop some useful skills first, mate

Casey: I’ve loads, YOU just don’t know about it

Janis: Thank God, like

Casey: go on, protest harder

Janis: making me sick ain’t gonna change who’s nursing who here, soz

Casey: 🤏

Janis: I didn’t bring supplies for two

Casey: you’re alright, holding hair back and that’s one of my skills

Casey: and I get wanting a demo of some of ‘em

Janis: Ridiculous, you are

Janis: and my stomach is stronger than that, clearly all the blood I’ve seen

Casey: another time, I’m off nowhere

Janis: don’t think they let you visit two at once so, best behaviour

Casey: okay

Janis: that wasn’t so hard, was it

Casey: Who else has been going round saying I’m hard work

Janis: Obviously confused you with some other gobby little twat

Casey: dickheads

Janis: can’t trust the way people chat ‘round here, like

Casey: you can me

Janis: it’s mutual, even when you’re not after hearing it

Casey: least half the time then

Janis: You and your mood swings

Casey: I dunno about that

Casey: you and the bollocks you chat, more like

Janis: 😏

Janis: something like that

Casey: Any chance you take this fucking dog to your fit nan’s with you

Janis: You’d miss her, don’t lie

Casey: not miss her climbing the bloody walls at the minute, doing my head in

Janis: I’ll take her for a run when I get there

Casey: *we’ll

Janis: maybe, if you don’t look like shit

Casey: dog walkers find bodies, they’ve seen worse

Janis: I’ve got a reputation to maintain

Casey: oi

Janis: 😉

Janis: fresh air will probably do you good really, works for everything, like tea

Casey: kettle’ll be on when you’re here, no need for you to miss out ‘cause of [whatever the school therapist’s first name is]

Janis: Tah, she’s ruined enough, can’t let her have that proper

Casey: Put her arm round me again

Janis: Fucking hell, what is wrong with this school

Casey: other than the massive nonce ring or what

Janis: you’re going to be leaving with more trauma if she has anything to do with it

Casey: she’s 🤞

Janis: like hell

Casey: depends if she’s a fan of that picasso twat or nah

Janis: If she wants her own face rearranging, can’t really blame her

Casey: can’t all be the fittest lass in the whole of Dublin

Janis: she could try a 🤏 harder if she’s going to be a creep

Casey: would make it alright to try and nonce us then, yeah

Janis: Exactly

Casey: least dye her hair so she’s my type, dropped enough hints

Janis: You’re unimaginative, it couldn’t be easier

Casey: tah for the backhander there after I’ve said I’ll not smack you

Janis: yeah, you know it’s true anyway, nothing wrong with being basic, babes

Casey: steady on, babes, I didn’t promise owt as far as hair pulling and the rest lasses do

Janis: ha, try it

Casey: piss easy target how much there is, wouldn’t have to try very hard

Janis: you who wants to fight dirty, hurts more on shorter hair so your loss in the end

Casey: you who started it, and you’d have to grab hold 1st

Janis: piss easy, you’ve a giant head

Casey: me, that’s a mirror you’ve gone past, girl

Janis: don’t think so, usually get stuck in front of those for ages 🙃

Casey: can’t blame you

Janis: won’t need to, done the last drop so I’m officially on my way

Casey: [name drop that dog as if there’s a ? but there isn’t not because you don’t use them for some reason sir but because you know her schedule like that]

Janis: yep, gutted you weren’t there to tuck him in, obviously, but he dealt with it being me instead

Casey: dunno how lucky he is, I’ll have a word [whenever you’re walking this dog next]

Janis: tah very much, like

Janis: Twix will be buzzing to see me, even if that means rushing her out the door about it

Casey: she’s missed you

Janis: it’s mutual too

Casey: she don’t get where you’ve gone, just why

Janis: Wish you could explain to them

Janis: the kids will wanna walk her at the weekend, I’m sure

Casey: I’ll explain to him I fell off my bike or something

Janis: yeah, he’s not going to put it together, not seeing it

Janis: it’ll be alright

Casey: it was a good shout last time, long as it don’t put him off riding his how it did then or he’ll never learn

Janis: sort you out, he might think it looks cool too

Casey: be chucking himself off instead

Janis: little scrapes and dirt never hurt no one

Casey: used to eat it, me, from what I’ve heard

Janis: I believe it

Casey: and sand, but I don’t remember going the beach before Skerries, so

Janis: dunno if I’m gutted or pleased you didn’t go for it there

Casey: you’re gutted, don’t lie

Janis: yeah, clearly weren’t having a good enough time 👶🥳

Casey: have to take me back

Janis: ‘course, not like it costs nothing more, and for half the problems

Casey: I’ve had the idea of taking myself sometimes, jumping on a train and that

Janis: I can tell you when no one is there, it’s most the time anyway

Casey: tah, I’ve times in my head, depends if they match up

Janis: 🤞 I get it

Casey: I know

Janis: Libi’s old enough to make me feel bad now though, weren’t a problem when she was a baby

Casey: trick is to make yourself feel worse, no dickhead can touch you if you do

Janis: I know

Casey: our kid won’t be bothered when I piss off, he’ll be chuffed to see the back of me, another of my skills, that

Janis: Only the half the time you’re acting like your dad

Casey: no act, they just spend too much time hoping there is, give him more and he’ll work it out

Janis: 50/50 on one of us being right

Casey: I am like him, ask your boyfriend how long he’s spent convinced

Janis: You can be whoever you want, I reckon

Casey: I reckon you’ll be off again if we don’t change the subject

Janis: You’ve learnt nothing if you reckon I’m that easily put off but alright, change it

Casey: you was the other day

Janis: Not by you, by myself

Casey: what for

Janis: I didn’t have no good answers, was annoying myself, never mind you

Casey: I’m not after answers from you

Janis: That’s all I’m good for so that’s shit

Casey: bollocks are you, whoever’s told you that’s a massive bellend

Janis: cheers, I’ll keep it in mind

Casey: there’s no all you’re good for, you don’t even have to be good at owt to be my mate, weren’t auditions

Janis: I dunno, I just feel useless when I can’t tell people what to do, you know

Casey: it ain’t your fault there’s sod all to be done sometimes

Janis: maybe not but fucking hate it all the same 🎻🎻

Casey: my dad’s got no answers and he’s a grown man, it’s alright if you’ve none, for this or whatever else

Janis: Not the most favourable comparison you could chuck at us but appreciate the sentiment 

Casey: you get what I mean

Janis: if anyone has any time for him, it is you, so

Casey: I don’t need you fixing it, you can’t

Janis: fine, fine, don’t expect me to be 😁 about it though

Casey: none of us are, like, I’d love if you could chuck a solution at me but there ain’t

Janis: Give me time

Casey: I’d be putting on pressure, you heard, it’s not up to you to sort our heads, where we are and how we ended up here, how fucked shit can be

Janis: what are friends for, what sort of shit one would I be if I didn’t care about none of that

Casey: they’re for taking my mind off it

Janis: I’ll shut up and get a move on, understood

Casey: things can be good too, I care about that, and loads of it’s down to you when they are

Janis: ☀️ you, always surprises me

Casey: you

Janis: don’t take the piss

Casey: I’m not, I can keep myself going, but I’m not off nowhere, it’s you dragging me about, making it so I fancy moving in the 1st place

Janis: We’ve got to stick together

Casey: yeah, I shouldn’t of never said before I didn’t need your help

Janis: I won’t make you admit it in your current state, my ego isn’t too damaged, like

Casey: I’ve admitted it, you can have at that

Janis: 🏆🥇 is a win but 

Janis: I don’t know, I wanted to make things easier, I thought it would, them and me out of your way 

Casey: it does

Janis: Do you want them to stay away or come back, be honest

Casey: what would I want them about for

Janis: To not have to deal with your dad alone

Casey: what else was you reckoning I said were easier on my own

Casey: it’s best I sort him out myself, we get on

Janis: That’s what I thought

Janis: but not if it’s a full-time job, like

Casey: Jim’s told you it is ‘cause he can’t hack it, I can

Janis: He still has to look after Bobby

Janis: probably as fair a trade-off as we’re getting, yeah?

Casey: and make ☕️ for your sister and her mates

Janis: you help with the dogs more, ‘til you decide you wanna try and find yourself another job

Casey: no need, I like the job you’ve given us

Janis: Good

Janis: I don’t know how much help Bob would be, even after relevant training, like

Casey: only after showing off to his little girlfriend, him

Casey: can’t be trusted with much else

Janis: and show-off was already her middle name, quite the duo

Casey: fancy a picture drawn of a dog for a missing poster he’s your man, long as you don’t ask why it’s gone, like

Janis: Could start charging ransom, long as we keep it infrequent enough

Janis: sinister that it’s in crayon and got loads of mistakes in the note

Casey: he’s having none of the money though

Janis: He’s no need for it

Casey: nor does his missus what he’d buy her

Janis: her room’s like a toy shop, I swear

Janis: everyone’s overcompensating

Casey: I had [something expensive af that he’d want at the age he was when his mum vanished] bought for me

Janis: Fair play, didn’t totally waste the opportunity

Casey: can’t cash in on her being dead yet, might do one day

Janis: Did she have money?

Janis: Edie and Liam didn’t, nothing worth mentioning, obviously

Casey: owt from her part time job she spent soon as earned it, said that’s what it were for

Janis: right, they were the same

Janis: Savings and life insurance are for proper grown-ups and rich people

Casey: [name drop the richest of the people you dog walk for as an example]

Janis: They would be worth killing, deffo

Casey: you know where I am

Janis: en-route but it’ll have to wait, we’ve got a full schedule today, like

Casey: tonight then

Janis: cover of night, obviously

Janis: only catch one of them having their lunch-time affair at a time

Casey: alright, catch ‘em covering it up by being all over the dickhead they married instead

Janis: you’ll be 🤒 all over again

Casey: be like watching that scene in [a movie with some kind of cringey sex scene in it to take the piss out of these posh people]

Janis: 🥴🥴🥴 can feel the cameraman heavy breathing down the poor actresses neck in that one, Jesus 

Casey: you’d know all about that, should bring up happiest of memories for you

Janis: shut up 😏🙄

Janis: insulting to me as well as him as a comparison, that

Casey: everyone’s insulted you’re with him, girl, take your own turn

Janis: no one more than my sister and her mates, probably

Casey: there you go, your 1 pro, knew we’d find something if we kept on and on for ages

Janis: I’ll only make you suffer through that when you deserve it, a good mate like that

Casey: when you’ve managed to put a list together, more like

Casey: expecting to be a proper grown up if not on my death bed by the time

Janis: come on, you’ll never be a proper grown up

Casey: might, rich an’ all

Janis: oh yeah?

Janis: well, if the murder/kidnap game pans out, we’ll both be that

Casey: kept between us how would it balls up

Janis: Have to be, Libi can tell the entire class, even if he’d be playing charades about it

Janis: can’t be trusted

Casey: nor can [the name of the cameraman in that film he’s just looked up for Jimothy shade lol lol]

Janis: I don’t even know who that is but none of your mates, that’s a blatant given

Casey: just me and you, mate

Janis: 🥷🥷 no one else has put in the time and won the 🐶🐶 over, be dangerous

Casey: exactly, you’re not a liability 

Janis: might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me

Casey: hold tight of it, dunno what I’ll say when you’re resetting my broke nose

Janis: shan’t be the one crying at any rate, you’re alright

Janis: leave my headphones in if you’re proper getting into it

Casey: [not him just namedropping her fave song of the moment right here and right now because he’s noticed her listening to it a lot like when they go running and stuff, like yeah, that song, I know]

Janis: 😌

Janis: I promise I’ll be quick, no mucking about

Casey: you’re no messer like rest of the lasses I know

Janis: The only other lass you know who MIGHT be able to hack this is the school nurse

Janis: and I doubt she’s got the medical training

Casey: bit rude of me to ask ‘em to, to be fair

Janis: as a first date, yeah, bit intense

Casey: wait til 3rd at least, weren’t totally dragged up

Janis: such a gentleman 🤵

Casey: 😏

Janis: and you’ll be glad to have the place to yourself then too

Casey: nah, use her place and find out the state of it, every dickhead knows that

Janis: What for?

Casey: see if she’s worth going back to

Janis: ahh, I see

Casey: I ain’t bothered about being her bit of rough

Casey: especially if she’s no dad about

Janis: Unimaginative, think that’s what I said

Casey: what would you have me look for in a girl

Janis: You may as well aim high 💸 don’t know why you’re insisting on daddy issues though

Casey: yeah you do, it’s well known why

Janis: 😒

Casey: aim high you said

Janis: you’re grim, change the subject

Casey: To what

Janis: I’d say use your imagination but not right now, clearly

Casey: I’ve none, you’ve said twice

Janis: Not your fault, no lads your age do

Casey: as told by the expert of lads my age

Janis: let [the school counsellor] have that title

Casey: I ain’t grim enough to go on a date with her, tah

Janis: argue it’s not a date when it’s also a crime

Casey: could have your say in court but never get there, I’d be off with the hush money

Janis: on her salary? Please

Casey: doubt it comes out her pocket, be the higher ups paying

Janis: explains where the budget goes

Casey: You’re on about me using my imagination as if you’re not already meant to be in the door, what you playing at

Janis: helping you flex that muscle, along with learning some patience, obviously

Janis: Hold on, boy

Casey: teacher I should’ve had, I get it

Janis: Anyone is better than Lucas

Casey: there’s your shit comparison what insults you more than him

Janis: basically an accusation, dickhead, careful with that talk, yeah

Casey: I never chucked nowt, you who said it

Janis: Hmm

[thegrantwater]

christmas in storybrooke

- the town absolutely goes all out for christmas, we're talking lights on main street and multiple celebrations at granny's starting the day after thanksgiving

- snow and charming go absolutely insane in the loft, with two separate christmas trees, tinsel and little santa statues littered everywhere. once baby neal comes around they start leaving out cookies and milk "for santa," and one year they even pretended that santa landed on their roof (it took a lot of convincing to get emma to agree to dress up in the santa suit)

- emma never really cared that much for christmas, so she doesn't do much decorating for her own place. there's one of those fake tabletop trees with a little plastic star in her dining room and that's really it

- emma and snow get into arguments about whether or not diehard is a christmas movie (it definitely is) every year. david and henry have somehow managed to avoid getting roped into the conversation, just nodding their heads aggressively once they're finally with one of the women to get them to stop talking about diehard because for the love of the gods snow can't we just put on miracle on 34th street and no david we can't because our daughter is a treasonous christmas heathen and she needs to be educated on christmas spirit

- despite this consistent argument though they always manage to have a good time during the holidays, and they tend to go a little too hard spoil the everloving fuck out of emma and henry and neal to make up for lost time

- regina goes for a classier christmas celebration, sticking with the black and white theme of the rest of her house for her seasonal decor. she waits until december 1st every year to put everything up, but always goes for a real tree that touches her ceiling because of course she does.

- if you think she didn't make christmas the most magical time of the year for henry when he was a kid you are absolutely wrong. even when he was a baby she would go on walks with him during the first snow of the year, and they only missed 2 years (the year the curse broke and the missing year) but rest assured she made up for it.

- regina keeps a picture in her wallet that graham took of her and henry when he was 6, they were making apple pies in the kitchen listening to one of her old christmas records and henry got flour on her skirt. he was scared she was gonna be upset with him because she'd just had it dry-cleaned, but she just put flour in his hair and went back to baking like nothing happened, which of course ended in a massive flour fight and the picture is her holding henry, their foreheads touching and massive smiles on both of their faces

- once the charming/mills/gold clan finally settled, no more villains left to fight, it was decided that they would all have dinner together on christmas day (they're all almost certain it's just so that henry could see everyone together but they don't mind)

- they tend to have said christmas dinner at regina's home, since it's the biggest of all the possible meeting spots between them and as much of a fuss as regina puts up, she secretly loves cooking and baking and putting on a show for snow to prove that she's got the best-decorated house out of all of them

- emma's always the first one to show up, toting with her wine and whiskey because after the first year of dinner when she showed up with burnt cookies and extremely lumpy mashed potates regina barred her from ever bringing food again (even though she definitely ate all of the cookies emma brought)

- the charming clan shows up next, bringing with them a metric fuck-ton of food that snow's spent the last 3 days preparing, and handing off baby neal to regina because as soon as he's in the house he's toddling around looking for her and shouting "up gina" once he sees her, and who is she to deny this adorable little baby the uppies he wants (plus when they're all together she seems to be the only one that can calm him down, giving him the smile she only gives to henry and occasionally emma when she's had enough to drink because she's got the biggest soft spot for children)

- zelena shows up with baby robin, and despite her differences with the rest of the family in the past she makes tea and sits down with snow, sharing baby stories and laughing as emma, david, and henry fight over who gets to be waluigi in mario kart (regina now has both children in the kitchen with her, sneaking them bites of her apple turnover filling while she finishes up dinner)

- gold and belle are the last to arrive with baby gideon, and for as cold as gold normally is he's always the one to bring gifts for the kids (and even some for the adults) as well as more alcohol, because for a full family event there definitely needs to be alcohol

- so they all sit down at the dining room table, an old christmas record playing and children practically climbing over the table as everyone tries to get a taste of the food that's been laid out before them. snow insists on making a toast before letting any of them eat, raving on about hope and family and emma is the one to stop her, begging them to dig in already, and david agrees, and soon enough everyone is filling their plates and stuffing their mouths

- it goes well for a while, until zelena makes a comment about how gold has "really made his way through the family, eh?" and snow chokes on the food she'd been chewing, and when david gets up to help her he hits the table and knocks regina's wine into her lap, which makes emma laugh, which makes henry laugh, which makes the little trio start laughing, and all the while belle is red-faced with her head in her hands, and gold is struggling to even look at the rest of the table, while zelena is howling with laughter and shouting "merry christmas!"

- (emma's now patting down regina with a napkin, as the mayor is muttering some insult about her father, and emma is stuttering through an apology for laughing, because "oh you're so getting punished for this later, miss swan" and emma. is both excited and terrified)

- and as henry looks around and the mess around him, of adults and children all laughing in each other's company despite the strangeness of their circumstances, and he can't help but smile, because this is his family, and he is home

[fckwritersblock]

Protection Forever - William Lennox

Lennox x Reader

Description: Running into an old flame at the worst possible time.

Warning: nah. Bad writing? Kinda. Unedited because I was excited. I’ll not when it’s been fixed. Somethings may not be fully aligned with the movie but I tried 😩

Word count: 2500+

Dedicated to @merakiaes hey fren!

All gifs from @meragifs too!

You were an EMT.

The two of you pulled up to meet with the other Autobots, you exiting the vehicle before he transformed. You were in awe as he and the rest of the cars all changed.

The biggest one, their leader, gave a rundown of everything that was happening once he confirmed Sam’s identity. This was just a recap for you as Ratchet had already explained. The teenage boy just stood there stuttering not really knowing how to process everything and you frowned again. That was when you really took notice of two teens just standing there. Having known what was expected of Sam Witwicky you frowned slightly.

“I don’t know about this Ratchet, he’s just kid.” You commented to the alien you had formed a quick bond with.

“And who might you be?” The one called Optimus inquired.

You gave him your name before the other yellow autobot, who you’d later learned was Bumble Bee, uttered something through his radio. It was hard for you to hear but the other robots seemed to be use to it as Ratchet responded immediately.

“The human. I like her.” Ratchet sounding irritated.

Bumblebee made another comment and right before Ratchet could respond one of the others chimed in.

“Wait why do they get humans?” Jazz asked incredulously. “I want one too!”

“Enough! Humans are not pets.” The one call Optimus Prime stated sternly, clearly tired of their bickering. You held your laugh, highly amused.

They were like siblings. A family.

“Exactly I’m just here to help and be a better tour guide than these kids can be.” You confirmed practically forcing your services on them. “Besides they need adult supervision. From the looks of it, you all do.” You grinned at everyone around you. Optimus gave a nod, agreeing.

“She stays. Let’s move.”

In that short amount of time things moved rather quickly. You watched the Autobots accidentally destroy Sam’s backyard when attempting to retrieve the glasses, you were all arrested, you escaped thanks to the Autobots, only to be arrested again.

Fail.

Finally you ended it some secret base. How get you weren’t alone. The government had apparently been on a roll with kidnapping civilians who “knew too much “.

Things weren’t going great but quickly went left when the Decepticons, the Autobot rivals, came to retrieve Megatron.

A war from another planet had officially made Earth its battleground.

You were nervous, trying to figure out how to calm everything down before things started to escalate. Nobody was going to get anywhere with all the bickering. That’s when you saw him.

It had been what? Two years?

Still, without even knowing it, without even knowing you were present, he was still able to make your heart be slow and fast at the same time. The army had aged him, but for the better making him all the more attractive but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Especially when you heard:

“The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!”

All the soldiers begin to pack everything that they could to prepare in a fight the way they always did. It was an mirable the way Linux game orders in his men took them without a second thought. The trust there.

“That’s good. Get all the ammo you got.”

“Everything you can carry. Bring it.”

Tearing your eyes away from your former lover you grab Sam.

“Come on, we need Bee.” You reminded him, nodding in Simmons direction

“You got to take me to my car.” Sam said, then repeated when he was ignored. “You have to take me to my car. He’s gonna know what to do with the Cube.”

“Your car? It's confiscated.”

“Then unconfiscate it.” You stared blankly.

“We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing! -“

“You don't know.”

“Maybe you know, but I don't know.”

You rolled your eyes at the insufferable mans rambling.

This was really was more about ego who was in control more than anything. The guy running the ship, clearly was on a power trip. Unfortunately for him he was facing off against soldiers . The Captain who’s eyes you could feel staring at the side of your face.

A Captain and his soldiers. Ones that really dont like to lose and take serving their country seriously.

The guy who arrested you earlier continue to argue with Sam about getting him back to bumblebee when Lennox finally pulled out his gun sick of the back-and-forth.

“Take him to his car!”

As soon as he did so all hell broke loose and everyone from both parties pulled out a weapon.

“Drop it!”

It wasn’t until One of the sector seven agents pointed a gun at the back of Will’s head that you disable to another agent and took his gun and pointed it directly and held it directly at the one pointing the gun at your ex.

“I really wouldn’t.” You warned.

You were no soldier, but Will have taught you plenty before you broke up. So did your brother, before he passed away. He actually served alongside Will but died in combat. Biking. That’s part of why you were so hurt when Will re-enlisted. When he got promoted to Captain and chose the army over you. You were terrified of losing him the way you lost your brother. The break up wasn’t that messy but you both said things you didn’t mean. In attempts to mask your own pain and hurt one another.

You know. Hurt people, hurt people.

It’s still came to no surprise that you put a bullet in someone to protect him. Together or not you’d never let anything happen to him.

“I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction-“ Simmons ranted.

“S-Seven don't exist.” You interjected, earning a quick appreciative glance from Will.

“Right. And we don’t take orders from people that don’t exist.”

“I’m gonna count to 5. Okay-“ Simmons attempted to threat yet again.

“Well, I’m gonna count to three.” Will deadpanned.

You knew that look. God did you know that look and it was so wrong that you were so turned on.

Finally the Secretary of defense interfered telling Simmons to do what was being asked of him. Everyone relaxed slight, weapons lowering.

“Y/n,”

“Captain.”

The Captain and couldn’t help but watch you how do you get up and prepare to go.

“So that’s her huh?” Epps commented as Will watched you run off with Sam.

“Yeah..” Will answered, mind racing.

While he knew he’d eventually see you again, he didn’t think it would be like this. You looked breath taking.

“Damn. Shorty had your back that entire time.”

“Gear up,”

“What I’m just saying I thought she was gonna put a cap in his.” Epps shouted after his Captain receiving no response.

Will knew you had his back, you always would, the same way he would always have yours. He thought of you often, the break up between two inescapable, never feeling like he did the right thing. You were always not too far from the front of his mind. Him wondering how you were doing. If you were happy. If you found somebody else. There was no doubt he regretted what had transpired between the two of you. It was his fault. He knew that. You knew that. He had ample opportunity to fight for you and he didn’t. When he was promoted Captain he felt he had to choose between you and the army. He didn’t choose you the way he should’ve. In reality he could’ve had both. However hr so caught up proven himself to his deadbeat dad that he possibly let the best thing that ever happened to him go.

Not to mention trying to atone for your brothers death. It wasn’t his fault, but he still couldn’t shake it. So without talking to you he reenlisted. Needless to say where that got him.

Now hear the both of you were in the middle of an alien war. Yeah. This is the last place he thought he’d see you.

You were numb. The battle on the highway enough to freak you out. For mommy, just a moment you thought this might be a dream but no. This is all very real. One minute you guys were just entering the city trying to lay low, next thing you know - BOOM! The explosion knocked all of you over, injuring some, killing a few. Bumblebee’s legs were partially blown off.

Getting up off the pavement you waited for the ringing in your ear to subside as you stood up, trying to study yourself when you felt a pair of arms hold you still.

You knew it was Will just by the way he touched you, you blinked hard trying not to go down memory lane.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make your heart skip a bear.

“Yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Yeah I’m fine.”

Slowly you removed yourself from his grip and went to check on Sam and Mikaela. Ratchet on the other hand -

“Hmm. His pheromone levels are-“ you quickly turned on him and glared.

“Ratchet I’ll turn you into a can opener if you don’t shut the hell up.”

The robot nearly held his hands up in the surrendering position as he followed you. Will had arranged an aircraft to pick up Sam and the cube while everyone else defended themselves against the deceptive cons in a hurry to get the cube far far away before Megatron arrived. Sam was in a panic and so Michaela, you could see Will’s short fuse getting ready to exploded. It was then you decided to be an escort.

“Sam, you can’t do this alone.” Michaela fussed.

“He won’t be alone.” You commented, causing all parties involved to look at you.

“I’m going with you.” You declared.

“No.” Will didn’t even hesitated as he stepped closer to you.

“Captain Lennox-“

“No!” You grabbed him by the front of his beer and pushed him back.

“Do you see what going on out there?!” You continued to hold on to him and you yelled at him over there chose. “We’re at a war. One we are extremely ill prepared for. So get your shit together! Sam is my responsibility. I have to get this kid to safety.”

This time your hands slid up the side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Y/n..” he breathed out leaning down toward you, and for the first time during all this madness you could visibly see he was afraid.

“I’ll be back, Will.” You assured him, briefly resting your forehead against his.

Gathering himself he pulled away, looking toward Sam then back at you.

“Go. Go!”

And then we were running.. With nothing but an M16 strapped to your back and the pistol in your hand, you ran faster than you ever have before.

The four of you were under attack once more, you and Sam doing what you had to, to avoid getting snatched up as a fight Ironhide and Ratchet defended you. Unfortunately you were too close to one of the cars that went up in flames and you were thrown into another car from the blast.

“Y/n!” You could feel the blood on your forehead as you slowly pushed yourself up. As you tried to stand you immediately stopped feeling the pain in your thigh. Looking down could see the damage that had been done. The blood surrounding the afflicted area.

“Wha- what, what do i do?!” Sam asked frantically once he took notice of your injury.

“You gotta keep going Sam. I’ll be fine.”

He stood fo his feet, unsure of what to do. When Ironhide told him the same thing.

“Go!” You screamed once more.

Sam left and continued to run without you as you, as quickly as possible, as you tore your focus away from him to pull the shard of glass in your leg out. Ripping a piece of your shirt off you tightly tied it around your thigh in order to stop the bleeding. There was no point in going forward now but the return back to everyone else and help them fight.

You just had to avoid getting killed in the process.

You seen a car steering wheel, a Mountain Dew vending machine and and Xbox all turn into one of those freaky ass robots right before your eyes. All of which you helped others fight off. It was so surreal. In fact, if it wasn’t for the constant ringing in your ear from all the explosions you definitely think you were dreaming. You almost made it back to Lennox and his men when another Decepticon stood between between you and your destinations. They were definitely taking a beating. You saw Epps shooting a green laser indicating the robot that doubled as a helicopter wasn’t a friendly and decided to do what you could to keep the Decepticon from getting any closer to them and hurting any more civilians. In an attempt to draw it away from everyone else, you begin to fire your weapon giving it everything you had.

Unfortunately, the side effective taking its attention off the others meant putting the attention on you.

You ran trying to duck and dodge a bullets now directed your way.

But Will. Will’s heart dropped. Seeing you there defending yourself alone. His pause was brief, the air forces plan already in motion, before he started the motorcycle and was speeding in your direction.

“William!” You screamed for him fearfully as he drove straight toward the robot.

The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You almost couldn’t breathe, you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so scared in your life. But it wasn’t your life you feared for was it?

He rushed forward and slid under the robot continuing to firing the launcher. All you could do was watch as he drove toward you. Toward the danger your mind wondering if he did that on a regular basis. Was this the life of a soldier? What he went through day after day when he was deployed?

Standing up he only spared the parts of the dismembered robot a glance before shouting and turning looking for you. In a matter of seconds he was standing directly in front of you and pulling you into his arms.

Relief.

There was nothing like physically being about to touch someone, hold someone to really know they were okay.

“So…” you began, suddenly feeling nervous. “...That was hot-“

Before you were able to get another word in, he captured your lips with his kissing you roughly and bringing you closer, hands on the small of your back. You couldn’t help it kiss him back just as fiercely put in every emotion you had into that kiss.

Every ounce of passion he had in body, put into this kiss, your lips just as soft, kiss just as pure as he remembered. When you kissed, he knew he was a goner and could never let you go again.

It has been two years since the last time you guys have been this close. This intimate. Reconnected. The feeling it gave you, the indescribable feeling, was one neither one of you ever wanted to forgo again. Pulling back slowly, you both had smiles on your faces, Will pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Excuse me,” Epps interrupted.

The both of you turning your attention on him.

“As cute as this shit is it’s highly inappropriate in the middle of the battle. I’m just saying we are trying to stay alive and shit.”

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Oh my fu- I don’t even know what this isssss

Couldn’t tell you what my original ideas was or nothing. I believed this was going to short-

I enjoyed writing it though! Shoutout again to @merakiaes for being on this lennox train with me lol

I’m just....I’m just gonna leave this mess here.

Bye

- Mo

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Tags: @merakiaes @lilythemadqueen

[luimagines]

Coul I request the chain reacting to meeting the reader who is Wild's sibling? (If background is needed shrieks science and them whatever purchase did so the reader is just sorta- 15-28 )

Masterlist

I don't understand the second sentence but I think I can infer what you're trying to say. And even then, I came up with a backstory that more less fixes it regardless so yay!

Wild is everyone's favorite chaotic creative sibling!

And I went for older sibling because reasons and just assume that sibling! Reader is in their early twenties.

Content under the cut!

You woke up one day in Hateno village, quietly aware of the silence that echoed through your house.

You miss your brother.

Not that he was here often with his Goddess given assignment nor did he even know who you were for the first half of it.

What a day that was.

Your little brother back from the dead, scars and all and then some... but he had no idea who you were.

It hurt to say the least. But you were told it would happen once the news reached you. He would wake up one day to finish his duty but he would not remember anything regarding his past life.

Even when he found you again, after he somehow remembered you, you didn’t know where to begin.

You just knew that you were so happy to be together again after so long that you hugged him as tight as you could and told him that your door was always open.

To say you both cried is the understatement of the century. It was wet and ugly and messy and neither of you really talk about it but it felt good that day.

And while you both knew he couldn’t stay for long with his adventure being no where near complete. He did come home for the night after he set that travel medallion of his by the front door.

But that was then- before the Calamity was defeated.

Now that it’s gone- so is your brother. Again.

On a different quest this time, it seems.

You don’t understand why your baby brother of all people has to be the one to do it and you would like nothing more than to wrap him up in a blanket and shield him from anything else that comes to hurt him- but he never let you do that as a child- let alone now.

You begin the day like any other and try to get as many mundane chores done as you can before you finally try and get the stable in the back fixed up.

You noticed Link had an affinity to horses and had checked in with the nearest stable to see that he had some lodged under his name.

There’s a place at the house, darn it. Lodge them here. It just needs to be fixed.

With your goal in mind, you lose yourself to the work and the time passes effortlessly.

It’s around noon by the time you hear it.

The familiar sound of activation that gets your heart pounding in relief and unbridled joy.

You drop your hammer and run to the front of the house with the largest grin on your face. “You’re back, you Rug Rat! Come here!”

You single him out instantly amongst the group and tackle him in a hug.

He’s long stopped trying to fight on you on this and has also returned your crushing hug with one of his own. “I’m back.”

“You brought friends too.” You grin and give the group a two fingered salute. “And here I was afraid that this loner child would end up dead in a ditch somewhere and I would be none the wiser. Thank you for looking after my little brother. I’m aware he’s a handful.”

“Ok thanks.” He says.

“Little brother?” Someone from the group asks. They’re lost amongst the sea of head but you nod regardless.

“Yup. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday.” You grin and put your hands on your hips, introducing yourself right after. “Any friend of Link’s is a friend of the family. Come in, come in. Make yourselves at home. It’s not much but it’s ours. Been in the family since before the calamity struck. Let me wash up a bit and then we can get some food going, yeah?”

“I’ll start up the stove.” Link says and you’re about to disagree. After all, he just got home and should rest while he can but he ahs the most unburdened smile on his face that you can’t bring yourself to deny him.

 “Alright.” You sigh and head to the back where the shower is. It’s always been small and a bit cramped and the door stopped fitting correctly about ten years ago but now that’s it’s not just you anymore, you can go around into the giving the house the TLC it deserves.

But you’re starting with the stable in the back.

When you’re finished and you’ve dried yourself off, you get into the house to find it in a delightful array of colors and chaos.

Each of the boys seemed to have made themselves completely at home in the time you were gone and you leaned against the door frame, watching them all interreact.

Your brother didn’t waste any time with getting the stove up and running. You can smell the beginning of lunch getting cooked and it appears that Link has wrangled two of the boys to be his helpers. One appears to be the youngest with bright wide eyes and a similar blue tunic to that of Links and the other looks to be  slightly more timid in the process. He’s around the same height as Link but darker hair and a long white cape still clasped around his shoulders. 

You recognize the Master Sword strapped to his back.

Making a note of that you look around the room again. Three of them have made themselves comfortable at the table. One is easily the biggest guy of the group, red and blue tattoos on his face and scar over his eye as he watches the others go about the admittedly small house. The other two look to be the same size and you’re sure you can look them in the eye if you needed to. They’re talking to both each other and the group that’s cooking. One has a wolf pelt on his shoulder with more tattoos on his face and other is a knight if you’ve ever seen one with a bright blue scarf around his neck.

You’re not one to judge your brother’s friends but you make a mental note to watch him in case he tries anything.

Two of the boys- one with pink hair and the other have the most solid brown mane of the whole group have made themselves spares and are talking quietly to each other and not making a fuss.

The final one looks to be the smallest but he’s got an older glint to his eye that recognize well. He’s wearing arguably the most color tunic of the group with those four patches sewn together. He’s tucked himself away into a corner with a book out, not interacting with either of them outright but he has been looking up and adding his two cents to the older’s conversation at the table.

They don’t notice you’re back which is a testament to how tired they all must be.

They’re an interesting bunch.

But Link did always surround himself with interesting people.

So you’re not really surprised.

“Sooo...” Pinky starts off, calling your bother’s attention. “You have an older sibling?”

“Yup!” He answers, not looking up from the pot. “They were waiting for me the whole time, and even manage to keep the house. Up keep still needs to be done but we’ve been working on it together.”

“But they’re older.”

“Yes. We’ve established this.”

You have to hold back your snort.

“You were asleep for one hundred years.” Four Patches speaks up, closing his book silently. ”Shouldn’t they... ummm...”

“Be dead?”

“Or at least really old?” Mr. Brunette hops in, trying to lessen the blow of the sentence.

“You’re like one hundred and seven teen right? Wouldn’t that put them at being one hundred and twenty something?” Wolf boy offers.

“I guess so. Yeah. They were old at some point.” Link stops stirring and you can see him try to run the numbers in his head. “I know that much. The village talks about them being really old sometimes, but I guess that was years ago because it’s only from the older folk that live here.”

“But they lived through those one hundred years, didn’t they?” Blue Baby Face speaks this time.

“That’s what they told me.”

“So....” The knight tilts his head and tries to put his hands out as if that would help answer the question. “They’re like the Old Man then? Old in their head but young on the outside.”

“You can say that, yeah.” You say and take extreme satisfaction at the way most of the jump at your voice. “Unlike Link, I was alive the whole time he was asleep. I’ve got grandkids in Lurelin and they visit from time to time but someone had to at least keep the house up and running, might as well have been me.”

“I...” Link starts as he takes the food off the burner. “I never asked you how you stayed young, did I?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.” He looks away and deflates a little. Link looks a little disappointed with himself and that won’t stand in this house.

“I didn’t realize it was that important. And I’m going to assume you’ve explained most of the situation Rug Rat.” You laugh a little with a raised eyebrow. “You can blame Purah. You know she wanted to find a way to keep the old from aging, right? It’s why she’s in the body of a little kid again. But when she tried the second formula she realized that if she tried it on herself that it might as well but poof her back into a baby and she wanted to contact Robbie but he’s too far and too old to make that trip. I volunteered.”

“Really?”

“It still didn’t really work, I was transformed into a teenager instead of a child- a horrible time to exist really. But I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. By the time this one-” You step into the house fully and ruffle Link’s hair. “-came back, it left us with the same age gap as before. So in the end I can’t complain.”

“Why’d you volunteer?” Cape guy leans on the wall. “There’s only so many times you can test it, right? Who’s to say it wouldn’t have been worse?”

“Yeah, what if it did transform you into a baby again and you forgot everything?” Four Patches stands up and comes to stand by the table, putting his book on top of it. 

“I wanted to take the risk.” you shrug and pull your brother into a hug. “Is it a crime to want to see my baby brother again not matter the cost?”

“Get off.” He whines.

You laugh but do as he asks. “It was never said when he’d be back. Only that he would. I was willing to buy as much time as needed to be there for him.”

“I didn’t remember you...” He mutters to himself.

“You now, don’t you?” You punch him gently. “We’ve talked about this. It’s ok. I knew it was going to happen. It wasn’t going to stop me. Ganon himself couldn’t properly get rid of me. I’m not leaving your side anytime soon.”

He smiles and turns to hug you.

“Now where’s your wolf friend?” You ask. “Are you still traveling together? There’s something I wanted to give him.”

Wolf Pelt shimmies in his seat for a second but you don’t think much of it.

Link shakes his head. “Not right now but he has been coming by every now and then.”

“Well it’s good he’s still around to look after you then in my stead.”

“We have a horse though.” Link tilts his head up to grin at you. “It’s not the same but her name is Epona.”

Familiarity stabs you in the heart and you know it’s something that Link even remember even if he lives another one hundred years.

He was too little when she passed.

“...Like dad’s old horse. Can I see her?” You say with a light constriction in your throat. “How crazy would it be if they looked alike?”

“Dad had a horse?”

“You wouldn’t remember her, you were too little. I barely remember her as it is but yes, he did.” You take a step back and motion back towards the door. “Maybe after lunch you show me. We can bring her to the back and measure up how the stable is. I’ve been fixing it up.”

“Really!?” Link blinks, an excited glint appearing in his eyes.

“Yes. That’s what I was doing when you first came in. But let’s eat first.” You put your hand to the small of his back and push him gently in the direction of the table. “And then you can tell me about your friends and this new adventure of yours.”