#robert with his cheeks all squished: why ??

[cryptidsdad]

sb doing that thing to robert that you do with your pets where you just *gently cups their face then Squishes*

[suugarbabe]

it's you | j.p. x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff

Suggested song to play: Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin

an: for the fourth week of @finalgirllx and @thatdammchickennugget jinxedjuly <333, also i did not personally proofread but @pizzaapeteer did so thank you love!

Small apologies leave your lips any time you bumped into another person, which was a lot. “So sorry,” as you duked under someone’s arms, “pardon,” as you squished through an opening of people. You sneak a peek behind you, but you can’t seem to find even a glimpse of James in the crowd. You weren’t sure if this meant you were winning or losing your little wager with him; honestly you weren’t sure if you’d rather win or lose. 

As you and your friends arrived at the last stage of the festival, you couldn’t help the slight frown that appeared on your features at the length the crowd had come to. An arm was thrown over your shoulder as Sirius’s teasing voice came next, “What’s wrong, doll? I thought you were excited to see Zep?” You slumped your head against his shoulder, “I am excited, I’m just a little sad we’re so far away.” Sirius grew a smirk you couldn’t see, “What, you were hoping Robert Plant would sweat on you?” 

You shoved him playfully, “Sodd off, Black.” A roar of laughter occurred behind the two of you, “Yeah, sodd off, Black.” Sirius turned to give his glasses clad friend the finger. James sidled up next to you, dropping his voice to whisper, “Why are we telling him to sodd off?” Your previous frown turned upwards, “I was just sad about how far we are and he was just being a moron.” James smiled at this, “Isn’t he always, love?” You nodded, biting your lip to hide your growing smile as Sirius was walking back over. 

“You know,” James started, “we could probably get you a little closer.” You raised your eyebrows at this, “Pray tell, sir.” James turned toward the crowd, an arm extended toward the crowd, “You see that booth in the middle there?” You followed his gaze, seeing a small booth in the middle of a slew of people, “You mean the soundbooth?” James nodded, “I bet we could get there.” 

Raising your eyebrows slightly and crossing your arms you wore a look of slight disbelief, “And how would we manage that?” James flashes all his teeth with his charming smile, “Just a little zipping and zogging, darling.” A groan left Sirius’s throat near you, “Is Prongs making promises he can’t fulfill again?” Remus came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Sirius’s waist and he buried his face in the crook of his neck, “Be nice, Pads.” 

Sirius got a look on his face that made you suddenly feel nervous, and the words that left his mouth did nothing to help calm them, “Why don’t we make it interesting hmm? Last one there owes the other a secret.” If you would have turned around you would have realized that Sirius’s cocky glare was not aimed at you, but at James whose cheeks were tinted the darkest shade of scarlett. You also would have noticed the slight squeak in his voice when he responded, “G-great idea, Pads.” He turned to you then, “Whaddya say, darling?” What else could you do but nod in agreement, “Y-yeah, sure.” 

Remus shook his head at the lot of you, but that didn’t stop him from stepping into the role of game keeper now that you both consented to Sirius’s little proposition, “Are you both ready then?” You gave a shaky nod just as James gave a short, “‘Spose, so yeah.” Remus’s grin could be heard in his words, “On your mark,” you faced towards the crowd, eyeing the soundbooth that was the finish line, “get set,” you felt your heart rate start to increase, setting your feet for an ample push on, “go!”

You took off toward the crowd, hoping and praying that James’s larger stature posed as a disadvantage. Where you could easily slip through gaps and under people’s arms, James would have to essentially bulldoze through people. Which now that you think about it could be a perfect strategy for him as people tend to just move out of his way. Crap crap crap crap crap, I don’t know if I’m ready to admit it, your internal monologue was panicking as you weaved in and out of people either too high or too unbothered to notice you were going through them to get closer. 

With no James in sight you reach the sound booth first, a hand clasping the side bar with a slap of triumph. You peer over the crowd around you, searching for any glimpse of curly hair of a glint from glasses. A grip on your waist makes you jump slightly. “Gotcha,” James’s giggled declaration causes the same to erupt from you. You turn in his grip, his hands still holding on as you face him now. Your heart beat feels like it’s in your throat as you try to speak, “I beat you, Jamie.” 

James smiles at the nickname, nodding and bouncing his curls along with it, “Yeah, you beat me darling.” In a bold gesture you wrap your arms around his neck, “You owe me a secret.” This time you don’t miss the way his cheeks pinken, James stumbling slightly over his words, “Y-yeah, you’re right. I, erm, guess I just don’t really know how to say it?” He rubs a thumb over your hip bone nervously, which only increases your own nerves.

“You can tell me anything Jamie, you know that. I promise I won’t judge,” You plastered on a wide and encouraging smile, which did just that for James. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he spoke, “Okay, phew, okay, I can do this.” He looked over towards the stage, your favorite band playing your favorite song seemed to be just the right moment for him to confess it all, “Y/n/n, I…I really like you. I have for a while I’ve just, ugh, I’ve been a pansy about it. I’ve been meaning to tell you sooner, but it just seems like you’re mind has been occupied by someone else and I just didn’t want to get in the way of that? I dunno, but then Sirius said his stupid thing and I thought, what better time, ya know?” 

James let out a nervous laugh, struggling to keep eye contact and waiting for you response. You placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you while you made a confession of your own, “It’s you, Jamie.” James’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “You, I’m sorry, what?” You let out a sigh, “What, or who’s been occupying my mind lately. It’s you, you bloody idiot. I thought Sirius made his little plan because he knew.” James couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a small smile on his face as he did so, “That cheeky fucking bastard, I thought it was just because of me.” 

James grabbed your face then, pulling your lips to his in a playfully searing kiss. His lips slotted against yours better than any fantasy you’d ever had of him. Just like everything else he did, he kissed passionately, your knees growing weak as you felt light headed both from the lack of oxygen and at the realization that this was really happening. As he pulled away you couldn’t help the dopey smile that you wore, James looking thankfully similar. “We make a pack right now that he does not get credit for us getting together.” 

You perked up, “So we’re together now?” James gave you two more quick pecks on the lips before turning you both towards the stage to enjoy the rest of the band’s set. He pulled you close into his side, leaning down to answer your question, “Sweetheart, after that confession, you’re stuck with me.”

[verdemoun]

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN JOHN MEETS ABIGAIL AGAIN😭😭😭😭

oh my sweet summer child which one. don't worry i'll do both

john's death is awful. it's abrupt but it's not fast. he wheezes, knowing any breath could be his last but still fighting despite there being more lead than bone in his body in case he still needs to protect abigail and jack. falls to his knees, still trying to make his lungs inflate, feels himself falling backwards as the clouds in his vision turn to black

feels someone catching him. pain is gone instantaneously and he gasps like he was suffocating. strangely familiar voice he'd almost forgotten but could recognize anywhere tells him to take it easy, it's alright. wildly glances over his shoulder to see arthur. hosea's there, kneeling in front of him, trying to assure him that 'it's okay, son' in that crackly old voice he hasn't heard in over a decade.

still trying to catch his breath, looking around wildly and the first thing john asks is where's addie. not abigail. addie. because if he's seeing arthur and hosea, he's dead, and he can deal with that later but that means he can see his little girl again

and arthur, who once mocked his brother as 'father of the year' and despised how he acted with jack for so long can't feel anything but pride because the first thing stupid dumb younger brother asks for is his daughter. can't help himself from chuckling, because charles is no doubt struggling to keep her in the car, makes some gesture to release the little demon who has been bouncing up and down since she found out her dad was coming 'home'

john hasn't even picked himself off the ground before he's holding his arms open and abigail marston jr is sprinting to him. beaming like he is the luckiest man in the world for being shot 21 times because he gets to hold his little girl, kissing her cheeks in adoration, asking where she got the idea to get so big.

it's been less than a year but to not see a child for almost a year feels like a lifetime. she's almost 3 inches taller, she's giggling and whining he's going to squish her he's hold on so tight and he has to stop himself from thinking about the last time he saw her. last time he saw his little girl he was burying her.

the gang are almost glad to be forgotten about. there's john marston, older than they'd ever seen him, older than arthur ever got to be in 1899, who experienced his own death seconds ago immediately becoming a father again.

he answers her excited questions so gently - so sorry he was away so long. he went to mexico and all over new austin, but he thought about her every night. that mommy and jack still need to look after the farm so they couldn't come with him, that she better have said thank you to uncle arthur and uncle charles for taking care of her while he was gone and he's never putting her down again, despite her squirming and wriggling in his arms because she's a big girl who doesn't need to be carried

on the drive the gang can't even talk to him because he's just staring at his little girl nestled up beside him with so much love, trying not to look obviously confused and slightly horrified by her holding up an iPad and eagerly explaining how to play way of the turtle because 'arthur i swear to god if you converted my daughter into chelonianism i will find a way to kill you also why is this moving picture show handheld and interactive'

if he ever struggles adjusting to modern era he doesn't show it. the second he saw his daughter he knew that eventually (sooner than he'd like) his family would be together again and he would go through hell/learning to drive and work a mobile phone and getting a shitty part-time job as a laborer to make sure they are all safe with a place to call home again

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in direct contrast, abigail marston nee roberts death is so peaceful. bedridden for days, knowing her body was quitting and blaming the immeasurable toll of heartbreak despite how much she tried to pull herself together for jack's sake. jack, who looks so much like his father, sitting at her bedside and insisting he'll be okay (for her sake. he very much won't be)

it's a blink. one blink, she's looking at her son, and the next it's her husband. the images almost overlap each other, their similarities and differences never more obvious. jack squints because he reads too much, young enough that it hasn't formed lines on his face yet but promises to. john squints to make his singular eye focus (well, he has two eyes, but she knows he can only see out of one after those damned wolves). his face is worn, an old, scarred map of the lives he's lived. the corners of his mouth tug more with smile lines than frown, though. it's like a secret between them, how often he smiles

it's like jack and john are in the exact same spot, sitting beside her, but the walls of bedroom have become a field, as john takes her hand delicately as if it isn't as rugged and haggard as his from years of washing, cooking, tending to the chores on the farm that used to be his

"hey"

"hey"

he sits beside her, staring at her as much as she's staring at him. she looks so beautiful but so tired, holding onto so much grief that no one person should shoulder alone. abigail notices he's somehow older, like the three years they've been apart have affected him too. more crinkles in his face, but his hair doesn't look so dry

he cuts her off before she can work herself into a panic over where their daughter is, as much as he knows it's been so much longer for her. addie's fine, arthur is entertaining her, she's as bossy and demanding as her mother (to which abigail playfully hits him for) arthur's here, sadie's here, charles and hosea and lenny and sean and karen, the whole gang, they're here too. not heaven or hell but something else she can worry about, figure out and understand later

might as well be speaking latin because abigail could not care less after she heard her daughter was there. she just so wholly, entirely missed john she doesn't want to take her eyes off him in case she blinks and he's gone again

[duckietiewritestoo]

Stressed out (Robert Fischer x Reader)

I had no idea what I was writing with this. I just wanted to toy with the concept of being stressed out with Robert Fischer. I hope you like it. 

WARNING: Cheesy

(Credits to original creator of the gif)

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I put my head down on the desk. My eyes watched the pen roll back and forth on the desk. I needed this break, so I put my head down and began to push the pen back. My fingers ached from doing writing all day. It was impossible to hold my hand open for long. My muscles were cramped from clenching a pen for endless hours. Sweat lingered in between my fingers. My hands were cold and clammy, exhausted from writing on paper. 

The desk in the bedroom was tucked away in the corner. The window was right next to it, providing perfect lighting for when I worked at home. Robert was in bed reading a book. He arrived from work early and got to relaxing immediately, dressed in loose but casual clothes he rarely wore. I saw him from the corner of my eye. I was jealous he got to relax while I did some work. He was C.E.O of Fischer-Morrow, the biggest energy company and superpower in the world. I managed to persuade him not to break up the empire his father built. I also managed to encourage him to leave it to the hands of better men while he pursued whatever it is he wanted to do.

And it was working out for him.

Me? Not so much. I had too much work on my hands, not enough time. Drifting apart from Robert seemed likely. I didn’t want that to happen. I had to get this thesis done by the end of the week. It was a 5,000 word requirement on the subconscious and how it works when we’re sleeping. I was analyzing dreams, how they form and why. My own essay was putting me to sleep. Ironic. 

“How’s it going?” His questions snapped me out of my daze. It took me a moment to process what he said. 

“Shut up,” I answered, smiling. “If I had a pillow, I’d throw it at your face for that comment. But you’re lucky I’m at the desk.” My cheek squished against the hard wood of the desk. I got a chance to see Robert’s pretty smile. Robert laughed, tilting his head.

“You’re stressed, I can tell,” he replied. Robert closed his books. He pulled down the covers and patted the space next to him. “Join me for a bit to relax, yes?” I huffed.

“No,” I said. He sighed. 

“(Name), we’ve been over this. You’ve denied my offer to help support you. You can’t keep stretching yourself out like this. If you’re going to work, at least allow me to be a good man and let you relax.” I groaned, although it was more like a whine. I slipped out of the chair, falling limp on the floor. I was squished against the carpet. It smelled a bit funny, like feet. We really needed to get this cleaned. 

“What are you doing?” Robert asked, laughing.

“I’m trying to get to you,” I mumbled face down into the carpeted floor. I whined, stretching out my fingers. I wanted him to carry me. “But I’m so tired, Robert!” I wasn’t complaining, not really. The covers shifted as Robert moved out of bed. He walked over to where I was laying. His hands grabbed my waist first before he hoisted me onto my feet. He kissed my forehead gently.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he whispered, completely scooping me up in his arms. I groaned, putting my head on his shoulder. I inhaled deeply. The rich cologne Robert always wore to work lingered. It was a sweet smell, made to have a soft side to not sting the nose.

Robert carried me and placed me down in the bed. I sunk into the mattress and rolled onto my side, carrying the blanket with me. That got a chuckle out of Robert, who pulled back the covers. The bed weighed down as he sat next to me. 

“Seems you’ve gained a little,” I teased.

“You cut me deep, darling,” he answered. Robert mockingly put his hand over his heart. I scoffed. I hurt him? Seriously? I giggled, resting my head on his shoulder. Robert snaked an arm around my waist, hoisting me up in bed.

“You know I don’t mean it,” I muttered, kissing his cheek. “But, I’m just saying, we’re getting older and our metabolism is slowing down, so take it easy on the dessert.” Robert laughed.

“Oh wow, so I guess you’re really not stressed out,” he replied, kissing my cheek. “You have the energy to poke at me but not the energy to finish your work? Tsk, (Name), are you pretending to be stressed out?” I pouted.

“I’m not faking it,” I replied, curling my lower lip. “I really am stressed.”

“When you say it like that, I don’t believe you,” he teased, nudging my side. “So, are you faking it?” 

“No. And I can prove it,” I said. 

The next moment was pure ecstasy. I was hoping to argue more, make my point like I said I was going to do, but Robert leaned down and kissed me. The moment was surprisingly romantic and slow. It was like time stopped. My heart pounded. The thudding was the only thing I could hear.  His lips were soft, pressed against mine. I closed my eyes. Robert took the lead as always. My body reacted positively as I kissed him back. His hands were on my cheeks, carefully and gently caressing my face. I didn’t feel as stressed as I did before. It was like his touch erased the tension I had.

“How was that?” he whispered. “Are you still feeling stressed?”  I blinked a few times, still processing the kiss. He broke it off so soon.

“No,” I muttered. Robert chuckled, pressing his lips against my briefly. My heart pounded. It was so quick, yet it lingered. My cheeks were bright red.

“Then I assume you don’t need me to help you relax?” he teased. I pouted in response. I just wanted to stay in his arms. Robert laughed, smiling ear to ear. “Yes, I know what you’re going to say. You can stay with me in bed a while longer.”

[rose-pearls]

2023 is our year

Summary: the New Years eve party is the start to a great year for Bob and you.

Happy new year everyone! Hopefully you enjoyed the celebration! I wish you all the best with a small Bob fic!

“2023 is our year, Bob!”, you say brightly and the WSO tries not to laugh as you look at him slightly drunk, the shot contest with Phoenix seemed to have had a bad impact on you.

“You think so?”, he says trying not to laugh as you nearly fall, but he manages to stop you.

“Of course!”, she says, looking offended at his question and he can’t help the chuckle that leaves his lips.

“And why is that?”, he asks and the woman in front of him looks at him with a bright smile before taking his head between her hands, squishing his cheeks.

“Because you and I are together Bobby. What better thing could happen when we start 2023 together!”, she says excitedly and Bob feels his heartrate pick up, he had fallen for the girl the moment he met her, and she was now telling him that she wanted them to be together.

“I think you missed a step there in your plan.”, she looks at him confused, like he just asked her a math problem and Bob chuckles.

“We aren’t together, yet.”, he can’t help but add and she looks at him in shock before turning determined and looking at him with a serious look.

“Well let’s change that! Bobby, would you like to date me?”, she looks at him with certain eyes and he nearly forgets she is slightly drunk.

“Of course, I would, but let’s maybe talk about it when you aren’t drunk.”, he says slowly, and she looks at him offended.

“Excuse you I am not drunk! I am tipsy. And you didn’t ask me if I wanted to date you.”, she is pouting, and Bob feels his heart melt at the sight. He softly takes her hands from his cheeks and rubs them softly while looking into her eyes.

“Would you like to date me?”, a bright smile appears but before she can say anything a loud voice yells through the living room.

“10 seconds to midnight people!”, he vaguely recognizes Hangman’s voice but ignores it as she comes closer to him.

“I would love to date you, Robert Floyd. Now kiss me or lose me forever.”, she says with a smirk, and he barely has time to remember why he never asked her out, because of her father, before she brings him down into a bruising kiss.

“Happy New Year.”, he vaguely hears around him but the only thing he can think about is the woman in his arms and her soft lips moving against his. After a few seconds they stop kissing, looking at each other breathless with large smiles.

“You couldn’t have done it ten seconds earlier could you?!”, they hear a grumpy Hangman say and they turn around to see him give ten bucks to a smirking Phoenix.

“2023 is starting really good, pleasure doing business with you Bagman.”, she shoots them a wink before leaving with a pouting Hangman following her.

He hears her groan and laughs as she hides her head in his chest, he holds her close and smiles as she starts to sway them.

“Let’s go on a date tomorrow.”, she whispers, and he hums while holding her close.

“I think it’s already tomorrow love, but sure.”, he whispers back, and she looks at him surprised before she smiles softly.

“Right, we are in January already. Let’s go on a date after we slept for a moment.”, he nods quickly and she brings him into another kiss, and he can’t help but smile into the kiss.

2023 really was their year.

[rassvetsky]

Drunk bob gets the very obvious rosy glow and vehemently declares to everyone that he’s not drunk

you. you have awakened the need of dropkicking bob in me. so i decided to elaborate a tiny bit in my half-asleep state! absolute light of my life ilysm

You should've seen it. 

Actually, you know what? There's no way this could be on you. Because everyone was well aware that Robert just can't hold his liquor, and you were pretty sure that those glasses of G&T didn't magically find its way into Bob's hands. Jake and Javy might take pride in their not-a-feeling-behind-these-eyes expressions but the shit-eating grin on their lips told you exactly what you needed to know. 

But you couldn't blame them if you tried. While sober Bob, the pretty wallflower who only speaks when spoken to —or when someone disrespects a woman, he's cool like that— is fun enough to be around; drunk Bob is a whole other experience. Drunk Bob is a state of mind, if you think about it. There's only so much you can experience in this world, and witnessing drunk Bob is one of the experiences in which—

"Who?! WHO?!" 

Drunk Bob is also pretty loud, yeah. 

"You, dude. You. You're drunk as hell." 

"What? That's such bullshit." he slurred, somehow a bit hyper, and if that wasn't a clear enough indicator of his mental state, the rosy glow on his cheeks definitely gave it all away. "The audacity! Accusing me of— wow. Just wow, Mickey. And I thought you and I were friends or somethin'." 

"We are friends—" 

"Only a true friend would be that truly honest!" 

"Did you just quote Shrek? That makes no sense—" 

But Robert ignored his protest, deciding instead to take a seat somewhere —which in this case happened to be right between you and Natasha, on the already not-so-spacious couch— with his arms folded across his chest and an absolutely adorable pout on his lips. 

He looked so cute, you wanted to smack him across the face with a tray. Natasha didn't seem to like him all that much at that moment, though. 

Out of instinct or whatever the hell that was, you reached out to squish his cheeks together with your hand while he was staring at a small crack on the wall— wondering if that should be a concern. Why would a wall crack by itself, anyway? He melted right against your palm nevertheless, a huff leaving his lips before he lowered himself a bit to be able to rest his head against your shoulder. "Aw, did Fanboy upset you, baby?" 

"I'm not drunk." 

"Yes you are," you chuckled, wrapping both of your arms around him this time when he shrugged and pouted a bit more. "Look at you. All rosy."

"You're rosy, shut up." he shook his head to both sides, half-heartedly trying to peel your arms off of him but pulling them close whenever he felt like you were going to actually pull away. "You're all really, really stupid. Just throwin' accusations around. And I'm even stupider because I love you all so much."

[rustedhearts]

just friends (again) (roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: you’ve convinced everyone around you that you and steve are just friends. now you just have to convince yourself—but it proves difficult when steve finally admits how he feels.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ just friends (part one) ✶ the library

tags: pining, yearning, they want each other so bad they're so stupid, little angst/hurt/comfort, oh steve harrington the man that you are. didn't proofread so ignore any mistakes oops.

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“I’m having a little carpet picnic.”

Julia Roberts’ voice filled the living room with a familiar warmth. The pinks and whites of the Beverly Hills hotel room from Pretty Woman coated the coach and the surface of your face with a gentle glow. The Chinese food you ordered a few hours ago was starting to stink. Even Ted, who was curled at your feet for most of your movie marathon, could no longer stand the vegetative life and scampered away.

It had been a week since Eddie broke things off. After Steve punched him, you spent the Sunday post-knockout calling and texting, hoping to sort things out. But Eddie never picked up. Eddie never replied. You figured stopping by the shop was a bit too far—if he wanted to talk to you, he would’ve by now.

So here you were, spending another weekend on the couch. Single. Broke. Lonely.

“He thought I was cheating on him,” is the excuse you have for getting dumped.

But the look on Theresa’s face when you told her is the first time it made you recoil. The first time you doubted that Eddie was 100%, entirely out of his mind.

Theresa winced into the overpriced lattes you were drinking at a curbside patio on Wednesday. “Well…I mean…”

And you gasped, mouth agape and heart hammering in your chest. What the fuck did that mean? Because you were just friends. All Steve ever was and is: your best friend. Why did everyone act like you were having a secret affair when the doors were closed on the public?

“You’ve gotta be kidding me—“

“I’m not defending the prick,” Theresa justified. “He was an asshole for talking to you like that. But I can see why he might have thought that. You and Steve are really close. Like…very close.”

“We’re friends,” you insisted.

And Theresa dropped it, holding her hands above her latte with innocent agreement. But her words haunted you the entire week. Every time Steve filled your coffee and had it ready on the counter for your commute to work (he even used your favorite travel mug). Every time he came home with a bag of peanut m&ms when he dropped by the store because it was the little treat you always asked for, but he didn’t even need to be asked anymore.

But like any other Saturday, the apartment was void of him for most of the day. He mumbled some excuse about going to the mall through your door this morning, and when he came home twenty minutes into Pretty Woman with an Abercrombie shopping bag, you knew he’d been date shopping.

“Hey,” he called to you, door clamping closed behind him. His keys jingled on their toss toward the table cluttered with half-opened mail.

Cheek squished against a throw pillow, body splayed flat on the couch, you cut him a glance sideways and adjusted the volume. “Hey.”

Steve kicked off his shoes and set his bag near the door, making your chest tighten when he immediately sauntered toward the couch. He turned to the tv with his hands on his hips.

He asked what he always asked, despite his eyes watching the very thing. “Watchya watchin’?”

“Pretty Woman.”

“Did you already watch Mystic Pizza?”

“Yep.”

Steve sighed. “Damn. Alright, well, scooch over.”

When he plucked your feet up and flopped down under them, he smelled like the sickeningly sweet butter of a soft pretzel, and the overwhelming stench of Abercrombie & Fitch. You couldn’t believe he still shopped there.

His hands were still resting on your ankles, bracing your feet against his jean-clad thighs. His touch was warm, soft, all-encompassing—and suddenly all you could think about even as Richard Gere came on screen. Steve's touch, his heat, the body those hands came attached to resting just inches away. He was wearing blue today. He looked so good in blue.

You swallowed and coughed, cheek rubbing on the pillow. Steve’s finger twitched around your calf.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you croaked.

His eyes bored into you for a moment before he turned back to Julia Roberts. "Notting Hill or My Best Friend's Wedding after this?"

Your lips parted to reply, but then his finger began tracing shapes into the patch of skin between the bottom of your pant leg and the elastic of your sock. Air choked in your throat. Your eyes bulged on the glowing television screen. The muscles in the center of your body knotted and squeezed like nausea.

In your stock-still state, it didn't even occur to you that Steve somehow knew your entire I'm-sad-and-can-only-watch-Julia-Roberts-movies marathon setlist, but it certainly crossed your mind later on. You and Steve are really close. Maybe Theresa had a point.

"Um..." Your tongue darted out to lick your suddenly-dry lips.

"You good over there?" Steve chuckled, head tipping to gauge the features and their current predicament on your face.

You buried it further into the pillow, as far as it could go without hiding completely. "Yes, Steve, I'm fine."

Steve pulled back, settling into the couch again. "Jeez, oh-kay."

He waited a moment, and you inched free from your pillow enough to bring your eye back to the television, doing your best to focus on the movie you'd seen a million times and not Steve's hand sweeping under your pant leg. He'd done that a million times, too. Touched you. Felt you.

He held your hand when you crossed the road like a child that needed guidance. He braced your back to move you which way he wanted, and to pull you close when public situational occurrences arose that made him uncomfortable. He brushed your hair once when you were victim to an ungodly illness that had you picturing death. He removed your makeup on your birthday last year when you got so drunk you puked in the doorway.

His hands were always so gentle. His touch was always so soft.

But, God, why did it feel so different right now? Why did it feel so good?

"Want a mall haul?" Steve asked, too uncomfortable in the sudden silence of the living room. He was already standing and placing your feet back on their own before you could reply.

In your periphery, he headed toward the door to retrieve the bags he neglected. "Got a couple shirts to try. Also, am I too old for that store? I swear, everyone in there was like a little Taylor Lautner wannabe from 2012—meaning they were fourteen and on steroids—"

"Steve!"

He stopped. Standing at the edge of the rug with both hands on the corded handles of his Abercrombie & Fitch shopping bag to pull it open. The snicker gathering in his throat hitched into a snort, smirk drooping into wide-eyed surprise.

You never yelled. Not at him. Not at anyone that didn't deserve it, like the neighbors when they were arguing too loud again and you were trying to nap. Like the guy that tried to steal Steve's package a few months ago that you nearly tackled down the hall.

But never Steve.

You shot up on the couch, hands flying to your pounding head. "Just...please! I don't want a mall haul, I don't want to talk, I just...—I just wanna be alone."

Steve blinked, cheeks colored pink. He closed the bag slowly, paper crinkling as he went. He took it in one hand and backed up, stepping off the rug foot by foot. He glanced at Ted, who skittered in surprise at your outburst and was standing with an arched back and black pupils near the tv stand.

"Uh...yeah, okay. Sorry," he mumbled, scratching at the nape of his neck.

Your shoulders slumped, deflating into the couch as Steve turned his eyes to the floor and tugged at the back of his hair. That stress tick again—the one you hated causing. He turned slowly, caution stiff in his spine. You watched his finger twist and wind into a lock of chestnut hair as he trudged into the hall. His door clamped closed a moment later.

A heavy, moaning sigh shuddered from your mouth as you flopped back on the pillow. Two arms locked over your head, pressing down on your eyes to blind them and the horror you created.

"Slippery little suckers," Julia Roberts snickered on the screen.

"It happens all the time."

✶ ✶

You ate dinner separately. It was the first time you'd ever eaten dinner separately within the same four walls. Even the night you moved in together, when you were nothing but a pair of strangers gauging how weird it might be to live with the opposite sex without something romantic or sexual in the undertones—even then, you ate a greasy cheese pizza together on the living room floor with an empty box as makeshift table.

He asked all the right get-to-know-you questions, and when he successfully made you laugh with all his snarks and quips, you knew Steve Harrington would be an alright roommate. You never figured he'd become your best friend.

Tonight, you pouted into the salad you regretted purchasing yesterday because a "healthy" lifestyle was born and had died within the span of your forty minute shopping trip. And now, you wanted nothing but another wet, shiny pizza, and Steve Harrington's dumb jokes.

He ate in his room. Shuffled out while you were finishing Notting Hill and made another bland chicken-rice-and-broccoli dinner. And then he shuffled past you, shut his door, and ate it alone. Never even giving you a chance to tease his unseasoned plate for the purpose of "gains." You thought he could remain just as toned and handsome with flavor on his food.

By the time you were showered, redressed, and gurgling with lingering hunger, you were properly sour with guilt.

And maybe the black sweatpants with the bedazzled jewels on your ass were pulled on with manipulative purpose before you shuffled to Steve's door. You lingered there a while, gnawing on the skin around your thumbnail and glancing between the wood grain of Steve's door and the plush surface of your yellow slippers. At this proximity, you could hear the low hum of his radio behind the door. He had a strange affection for the 70s and 80s station.

If only you knew that it was because Steve knew "the all time hits of the 70s and 80s" were your favorite.

The radio dimmed, and a moment later Steve's voice called through the door. "I can hear you lingering out there."

You jumped, stepping away from the door. Your thumb returned to your mouth, teeth piercing the skin to nibble it away. The shuffle of feet and jingle of the doorknob came too swiftly for you to evade, and then the door swung open to reveal Steve in grey sweatpants and a tight red t-shirt. He looked good in red, too.

"Oh. Hi," you murmured, hand instantly dropping to your side.

Steve caged the doorway, biceps bulging on either side. You averted your eyes with a swallow.

He sighed. "Hi."

Steve watched you sweep a slippered foot back and forth like sloshing through water. He tipped his head and bit away a smile when he caught the edge of a jewel on your hip. His favorite sweatpants.

"Are you mad at me?"

Steve sighed again, this time a little shaken with laughter. "No, kid. I ain't mad at ya."

To prove his point, he nudged the door open with his palm and motioned toward the bedroom behind him. "Come on in."

You flopped on the edge of his bed, bounced up and down by old springs. Steve swung the door closed and joined you, easing back against his wooden headboard to reassume his rumpled position. He reached toward the nightstand and turned the knob on the radio to lower the Elton John song playing.

Steve snatched the small plastic basketball from behind the radio and tossed it in the air. "So, what's goin' on?"

You watched the ball soar into the air and come back down into his palm. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I was just...cranky."

Steve quirked a brow, catching your eye over an orange blur when he threw the ball again. "Yeah? That all?"

The corners of your mouth pulled down. "Yeah...? What else would it be."

Steve shrugged, chin turned up toward the ceiling as he watched the basketball fly toward it. Elton John died down and switched to Def Leppard. "Hysteria" was one of Steve's favorite songs.

"You tell me. You were having a Julia Roberts marathon."

"So?" Your thumb returned to your mouth, teeth ripping at the skin.

"You only watch Julia Roberts when you're sad."

"Not true."

Steve fixed his head straight again, eyes narrowing into a pointed look. The basketball sat in his right palm against his chest. You huffed, angling yourself toward the door to glare at it instead of your roommate and his smug, all knowing expression.

He waited a while, like he always did—waiting out your stubbornness and refusing to let it break him. You could talk to him, you knew that. He wanted you to know that.

"I guess..." You sighed, throwing yourself back on the bed with your arms locked over your eyes. "I guess I'm just upset that Eddie still hasn't called. I've been calling and texting him, but...he doesn't wanna see me."

Steve immediately felt every blood cell in his body curdle. Like they were burning and festering, irritated under his skin. He swallowed, bringing the basketball to sit between his knees where he could pick at the design with blunt fingernails.

"And you want to see him?"

You dropped your arms, letting them plop to your sides. "I mean...yeah."

Steve couldn't help it—he scoffed.

The sound had your head turning, brows furrowed his way. His head was shaking, eyes focused distinctly downward to avoid yours. All the smugness of his expression dimmed into something distasteful and angry.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Nothing."

"You scoffed."

"I sighed."

"No, you scoffed."

"Well—"

This time, Steve did sigh. He took the basketball in his hands and chucked it toward the door, causing it to boomerang off the wood and catapult back toward the mattress again. The sharp smack had you jolting upward, and your eyes widened on Steve when he hopped from the bed and stood to his feet.

"What the hell—"

"He's not good enough for you!"

You paused on weak wrists used to push you upward. Steve stood a foot away from the bed with pink cheeks and outstretched hands. They curled back toward him to sweep through his hair and tug hard at the roots.

"Steve—"

"He sucks. Alright? All your ex boyfriends sucked, but especially Eddie. He didn't understand you, he didn't appreciate you. He made you cry, for fuck's sake, and you want him back? I just don't get it."

Your lips parted, but it felt like gulping for water on dry land. And Steve watched, helplessly, as you stammered for words in the face of his impending and inevitable confession. Inevitably painful, he knew, but he could no longer stomach the tireless routine of finding the body closest to yours in another dark bar, hoping she would comfort him enough to soothe the ache he had for you.

You, who slept across the hall and shared the sofa with your head on his shoulder. You, who looked at him like some sort of light source with those little round eyes. You, who made his heart pound and weep endlessly every second that you were near, and every moment you were away—leaving him in a constant, centrifugal loop of torture.

So—knowing it might ruin every bit of good the pair of you worked so hard to keep—Steve stepped closer to the bed and swallowed. He prepared himself to form the words he'd practiced a million times over in his head.

"I just figured that eventually...you'd get tired of all the wrong guys, and realize that...I'm here. That it was me, that you loved me. Because I love you—don't you love me?"

He paused, but it would never have been enough time for your mind to process his proclamation. He had a look of such anguish embedded in his features, all scrunched and screwed together with wet, shiny eyes.

"And I figured it was easier to sleep my way around than sit and watch you waste your time with these idiots. But they were never you. And I never bothered to get to know them, because I only wanted to know you."

Your breath hitched when Steve crowded your corner of the bed, hands clasped over his chest. You had to tip your head back to meet his eye, and you felt your arms shake in their locked position holding you up. The sight of him blurred with the onset of your own hot, salty tears.

Steve sniffed: a wet slurp proceeded by a tear slipping down his cheek. He wiped it quickly and sank to his knees before you on the bed, hands coming to cradle your bent knees.

"I just can't take it any longer," he whispered, and his hazel eyes were like shiny coins gazing up at you.

His lips were wet with his own tears. His tongue swept them away. Every breath inhaled rattled in his chest, and every exhale shuddered his cheeks full. He chuckled when he rubbed his palm into his eye and turned it red, sweeping his forearm over his face to clear the tears again but they just kept coming.

"Fuck, say something, please," he huffed, lacing it with laughter despite its absence of humor.

Your throat felt like it swelled to twice the size. Sickness rolled in your stomach. But it only grew at the thought of breaking Steve's heart with your silence. Because the longer he looked at you with those almond eyes, and the longer he sniffled and massaged your knees to comfort himself—the more your heart crumbled.

"I...I don't know what to say," you croaked.

Steve inhaled again, stuttering through a sniffle. He wiped his cheek on your knee and chuckled again. "Yeah. Yeah, of course—it's okay."

"Steve—"

"It's okay," he insisted, scrambling to his feet. He backed away toward the door and you finished pulling yourself upright.

"Steve, wait—"

"Really, it's okay, honey. I'm just gonna...—we ran out of ice cream, so 'm gonna g-go—go get some. Mint chip, yeah? Okay."

He sniffled again upon his exit, slipping through a small crevice he opened the door to. The front door slammed shut moments later, and you rolled onto your stomach to unleash a scream into Steve's mattress.

"Stay tuned for more all time hits of the 70s and 80s!"

✶ ✶

Steve did not return with the mint chip until nearly midnight. It came in a plastic bag that announced his arrival even before the clamber of keys. Yet, it was the squeal of old hinges that woke you from your couch slumber, and you jolted upright as the door swung open.

Steve closed the door and stood there for a moment, spotting you in the dimness of the living room. You rubbed your eye and he shifted on his feet. Ted scampered off the couch and butted at Steve's calf.

He held up the plastic bag. "Got the mint chip. It's uh...it's all melted now, though."

You wanted to reply, to make him feel better again. His eyes were still pink and puffy, and you hated the thought of him spending hours in his car or another dark bar agonizing over what you might be thinking. Worst of all, regretting any of what he said.

Because you spent the past few hours doing plenty of thinking. You laid in his bed, curled on your side, and looked at all the pictures pinned to a cork board above his desk.

The sepia toned film strip from a wedding last fall where you took him as your date. You were smiling in every one, and to the unbeknownst you might have already appeared as a couple.

The Polaroid from his most recent birthday, where you were sitting on his shoulders and clutching onto his hair for dear life. His sister took the picture.

The black and white he printed from his phone of just you on a park bench, feeding the ducks. You never even knew he had that one.

And when you shuffled to your room, you suddenly stopped. The clack of hard-bottomed slippers caught your attention, and you looked down at the plush yellow footwear around your toes—a gift from Steve.

You stood on the other side of your bed and stared at the windowsill full of miscellaneous yellow items all gifted from Steve. The movie ticket stubs shoved in your mirror and the hundreds thrown in a box on your dresser because you'd probably seen a thousand over the years with Steve, who loved movie theater popcorn and sitting close to you in the dark.

The birthday cards he wrote extensive messages of well wishes and gratitude for your friendship in with terrible penmanship. The purse he bought you for that you said you liked in passing but would never spend that much money on, and the note still tucked inside the zipper that came pasted to the bag on Christmas morning:

Because you deserve it.

Love, Steve

And then you ended up on the couch, falling asleep watching the door and waiting for it to open.

Steve trudged to the kitchen while you were lost in thought, and you hurried to catch up as he swung the freezer open. He wrapped the plastic bag around the pint of the ice cream and stuck it on the top shelf, hand reaching to close the door—when he was pushed forward by a force crashing into him.

And then there was warmth around his stomach: two arms curling around his ribs. Two hands pressing to his stomach and pulling him in. Steve stopped, immobilized in the open freezer door.

"I'm sorry," you breathed into his shirt, eyes closed tight. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I was just so stunned. And I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot, Steve, for letting this go on for so long. Of course I love you, of course you love me—God, I just never wanted to ruin everything. But you make me so happy, and I—"

Steve spun around, causing your head to lift off his back. You went to drop your arms, but he instantly brought them around his neck. Two hands, still frozen from melting ice cream, braced your cheeks.

"You mean it?"

You nodded in his hold, happy to see his hazel eyes free and clear of tears. "Yes. Yes, of course I mean it—"

"Oh, thank fucking God," Steve breathed, and then his mouth descended on you.

You curled to the tops of your toes to press into his kiss, whimpering at the warmth and softness of his lips. It felt exactly as you thought it would—anticipating their plushness every time he pressed his lips to your cheek over the years.

It lasted until the pair of you were breathless, and you heaved for air upon release. Steve brushed his thumbs over your bottom lip, smearing spit and hemming your airless grin.

He kissed you all night, and let his hands roam where they could not roam before. You fell asleep in his bed tucked under his arm, and when you woke you shared the refrozen pint of mint chip with one spoon.

And when Steve called his sister while you were showering to share the good news, all she did was laugh.

"Jesus, about fucking time."

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

This isn't kpop related at all, this is about an actor from TGWDLM and other things I started watching so you can just skip this if you want :)

So after discovering this beautiful musical, I started watching other starkid productions and discovered that this man-

Is also this man-

And now idk what the fuck to do because omg he's so goddamn cute 🥺🥺 I was looking at pics of him for a little bit and decided "y'know what, I'll go see if he has an Instagram" and on his most recent post this was there (I checked a bunch of the other posts to solidify that this is, in fact, actually his account)-

Can someone please tell me not to fall in love with this man because I absolutely will if no one stops me-

Also

His tweets are so fucking funny 😂

[georgiapeach30513]

Paul Returns

Since Robert had gotten out of prison, he had been a lot more trusting. He felt okay with leaving you and Sundae alone, no guard. Him and Cherry had some “business” to attend to, and like always the less you knew the better off you were.

You busy yourself cleaning the mess from breakfast while Sundae crawls around in her play pen. Offering her sweet little jibberish as you move about the kitchen. And like a good mother, you talk right back. “Really, sweet girl? Tell me more.” Your routine continues for a bit until the door bell rings, stopping you from finishing the last little bit.

You scoop up your daughter, to open the door. You should have looked out the peep hole to see exactly who was standing there. But you lived in false security, because your biggest problem was supposed to be in jail. None of you knew that Paul was released over a legal technicality. When you open the door to see his smug face, you automatically begin to close it. His arm pushes up against the door before you can.

Momentarily he gives Sundae at sweet smile, squishing her chubby cheeks before looking up at you. “Listen, Y/N, I just really want to apologize for everything. I know I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did. Now, you can leave.”

“’M not finished. I just…the state is willing to overturn the divorce and…”

“I’m good. Don’t want to be married to a cheating dirty cop.”

You see the anger flash through his eyes. You’re no longer the person you were before him. You don’t crumble with that flash of fury, your body doesn’t wield to him because he grits his teeth. “But you’ll shack up with a fucking murderer, be his whore, and fuck another dirty cop.”

“Goodbye, Paul.”

“You know, your mom was right. She warned me you were nothing but a fucking disappointment. A whore, and would never make a good wife. They don’t really love you. And when Chris gets tired of being on the sidelines, and Robert gets tired of using you, don’t come running back to me. How could anyone love you now? A mom of a fucking murderer.” Issuing his final low blow, he turns to leave.

After he leaves you can’t help but to get in your head. The only distraction is Sundae who needs so much attention, and even she feels the worry radiating off of you. You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t realize how late it was until Robert and Cherry return.

Cherry who created a great bond with Sundae while Robert was still incarcerated scoops the baby up, Robert goes straight to you. Him being Robert, he knows. “What the fuck is wrong?” his tone soft despite his constant need to say fuck.

“Nothing.”

“I know when you’re fucking lying to me. What happened? We weren’t even gone that long.”

Sighing you finally look him in the eye, Cherry who now sees something is wrong sits on the other side of you with Sundae. “Did you know Paul got out?”

“The fuck?” Robert shouts, Cherry quickly swats him in the back of the head.

“Baby Girl, the bigger question is how do you know he got out?”

That’s when it hits Robert. “The fuck did that mother fucking cuck do now?”

Your hand rests lightly on his thigh, while Sundae crawls over to you. “Doesn’t matter.”

“The fuck it doesn’t! You don’t hurt what is fucking mine.”

“Baby Girl, where was Sundae?” he knows, and that’s why Paul’s words hurt the most. He said all this vile stuff in front of the most precious thing in your life.

“I was holding her.”

Robert begins to speak, but Cherry cuts him off. “I need you to tell us what he said.”

“No.”

“Pretty Girl, tell us.”

“No, because I know what you two will do. Just don’t…don’t worry about it.”

“That bad.” Robert pulls your face up to look at him. “Just tell me. I want to know, and after, I’m not leaving you again today. Promise.”

As promises go that isn’t the best. “He…he said you didn’t really love me. He thinks we’re all in this poly relationship, and when you get tired of me…no one will want me with a kid, and that I’m just a disappointment and a whore.”

“Mother fucker!” Cherry’s hand hits the back of Robert’s head again. “Pretty Girl, you’re not a whore you’re my whore. Don’t ever forget that. We kinda have a kid together, so you’re stuck with me. That fucking cuck has no idea what goes on in this house, and he doesn’t have the fucking right anymore.”

“Robert, promise me. You let it go.”

“Fine, you fucking promise me that you won’t let that shit eat you up. I already see you doing it. You’re fucking thinking about what he said. As for Cherry boy, who the fuck cares. He knows that you’re mine. Who the fuck cares what happens sometimes? Now, our sweet Sundae girl looks like she could use a nap. I’ll be in there in a second.”

You don’t realize how quiet Cherry had gotten. He’s never got to fulfill his need to take care of Paul. And as soon as you leave his eyes meet Robert’s. “Don’t you dare. You promised her. I didn’t. He’s had it coming a long time. Just…he needs to be gone. Like once and for all gone. He’s got enemies on the outside. No one needs to know. I need a piece.”

A week later when you read the paper and see how there’s an ongoing investigation for the death of former police officer Paul Diskant, you just roll your eyes at Robert. “Don’t look at me. I can honestly say I didn’t fucking do anything. The man made a lot of enemies.”

“Promise me, Sir. You had nothing to do with it…”

“I promise I didn’t kill him.” And you knew, he might not have killed him, but he didn’t promise he didn’t have anything to do with it.

“Cherry!!”

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Rom Howney, 3896 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

A very seasonally appropriate fic in which Robert throws a Halloween party. Tom hates Halloween but decides to wear a costume he's wanted to try for years.

“I just don’t understand it.”

Tom frowns as he stares at the racks upon racks of zombies, clowns, vampires, and sexy nurses in front of him.

“I mean, to be fair, you don’t understand much of anything, do you mate?”

“Fuck off,” Tom says, whacking Harrison on the arm. “But seriously! Why do Americans go so absolutely mental for this stupid holiday?”

“Again, having trouble with the fact that you, an actor, who plays dress-up FOR A LIVING, doesn’t understand this. It’s not like this is any weirder than a fancy dress party. Plus, you get candy!”

Ok, he does have a point there.

Tom lets out a deep sigh. He wouldn’t even be bothering with all this if it weren’t for Robert. An invitation appeared in his inbox last week for a Halloween party, and when you’re invited to a Halloween party at Robert Downey Jr.’s house, you don’t turn it down. Even if Halloween is incredibly stupid. He shuffles along through the rows of costumes, rolling his eyes at werewolf masks and inflatable dinosaurs.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters. Harrison groans, his hands already full of the various parts of a Mad Hatter costume.

“Just pick something, who cares?!”

“There’s too many options!”

“Ok, look. Halloween is the chance to dress any way you want to and have no one judge you for it. Just think about that. What have you always wanted to be?”

Tom immediately knows what the answer is, but instead of replying he just huffs and turns down another aisle that’s covered in fairy wings and glitter. He can’t possibly do it. Especially not for this party. For Robert’s party. It would be… inappropriate. He rounds the corner again and is faced with a shockingly huge assortment of superhero costumes. A foam version of Thor’s hammer sits on the shelf to his right, and he smirks as he picks it up and gives it a good twirl.

“In your face, Hemsworth,” he mutters quietly.

There’s a whole row of different Spider-Man costumes which makes him smile, especially when he sees a flimsy synthetic fabric version of the Iron Spider suit. And right next to that – a placement that thrills him even more than the suit alone - are the Iron Man costumes. Plastic faceplates, arc reactor gloves with LED lights, fabric onesies with fake, puffy muscles sewn in… it’s all there. Tom runs a finger along the edge of the faceplate before snatching his hand away like he’s been burned.

It’s all he can think about, even as they leave the store after Harrison buys his costume and Tom walks out empty-handed. He thinks about it on the ride home and through dinner until he finally makes excuses and runs off to hide in his room, laptop in hand, and puts on Iron Man 2. It doesn’t take long to get to the scene he wants. Tony Stark, diving through fireworks, landing on a flashy stage, surrounded by his Ironettes. Tom bites his lip as he stares intently at the bright red booty shorts, the long gloves, the crop tops… maybe, if he altered it just a bit, if he wore the mask… He can already feel his face heating up at the prospect of walking into Robert’s house dressed like that. Would he laugh? Would he be weirded out? Or… would he like it? Tom pushes the laptop off to the side and lets the movie play as he touches himself, coming to the sound of Robert’s voice in his headphones.

* * * * *

Tom is going to throw up. It’s inevitable, at this point. He’s in the back of a car squished between Harry and Harrison and he’s going to throw up. His stomach is in knots and he can’t remember ever being this nervous in his life. He’s used to the fluttering before a big stage performance or audition, but those nerves are more like excitement. This is sheer terror and he is going to THROW UP.

“Can you calm down? Jesus, you’re going to ruin my costume if you don’t stop squirming!” Harrison jabs a sharp elbow into his side and Tom jerks away into Harry who pushes him back.

“I just… I need some air.”

“The windows are all open! Take the mask off!”

That is the absolute last thing he wants to do. He was only able to leave the house in this costume with the mask securely over his face and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to take it off. He must be red as a tomato.

“Look, we’re here!” Harry crows. The car finally comes to a stop and they all pile out. Tom wants to collapse on the soft grass but he’s pulled along by four strong hands.

“Maybe I should… Look, I’ll just wait out here for a bit, ok? I just need—”

“Nope, absolutely not. Look mate, we already told you, he’s going to love it. Maybe not in the way you want him to-“ Tom punches Harry in the arm for that “-BUT, regardless, he’ll love it. You look great. And this is coming from someone who never turns down an opportunity to tell you you’re an ugly twat.”

“That was… almost sweet,” Tom says, and then yelps as they both drag him inside.

The party is in full swing and is absolutely packed with people. Small groups are standing around chatting, all in costume, and a live band is playing in the huge backyard to a crowded dancefloor. Tom recognizes only a few people – it’s hard to miss Scarlett even when she’s dressed like Morticia Addams – but that doesn’t bother him. Normally he loves mingling and meeting new people, and even dressed as he is it’s still exciting. It’s even easier after he quickly downs a few strong drinks, careful to only pull up the mask as far as it needs to go. The urge to vomit has pretty much dissipated and he’s actually beginning to enjoy himself, twirling around the dancefloor like a maniac until he’s slightly sweaty and out of breath.

“Water break!” he yells to Harry and squeezes through the crowd of people to get some air and hydrate. He finds a relatively quiet corner where he can chug half a water bottle in peace and is enjoying the cool air on his skin when someone taps him on the shoulder. He startles and nearly drops the bottle but manages to save it before turning around.

“Nice catch.”

Oh fuck. It’s him. It’s Robert. He hasn’t seen him the whole evening and assumed he was off being a good host so the whole thing almost slipped his mind, but now it’s all rushing back and he has to grip on to the fence post beside him to steady himself.

“Love the costume. Not exactly how I remember the Ironettes looking but I gotta say, this might be an improvement.”

Tom nearly chokes. He decided he couldn’t pull off the real Ironette costume as the distinct lack of breasts made it look a little awkward. So, he improvised. The shiny red and gold booty shorts stayed, of course. They made his ass look incredible. He bought the long red and gold arc reactor gloves and the plastic faceplate from the Halloween store, and instead of heeled boots he found a pair of gold high-tops and knee-high red socks. The shirt was the most difficult part, though. He went through a few variations before settling on something cute and comfortable: a red, cropped tank top. It was a bit loose and thin, so it flowed around his chest nicely and was short enough to show off his abs and his tiny waist. He also managed to find an LED necklace to serve as his arc reactor. It glowed a soft blue through the thin fabric of the shirt. Overall, he’s incredibly proud of what he came up with. Especially for someone who hates Halloween.

And now, with the way Robert is staring at him, he’s VERY happy he was brave enough to wear it.

“Is there someone under that gorgeous mask? Or are you too shy to say hello?”

Tom steels himself, takes a deep breath, and pulls the mask off.

Robert’s face goes through a myriad of emotions almost all at once. Shock, delight, amusement, and what is unmistakably arousal.

“Well. Tom Holland. As I live and breathe.” His voice is lower than before, more intimate, and when he takes a step forward Tom swears he feels the temperature go up by at least two degrees. He also notices that Robert is wearing eyeliner. The black kohl makes his eyes look even more gorgeous, and then there’s the red glitter dusted across his cheeks and around his hairline that is giving him an almost eerie glow.

“What are you supposed to be, then?” Tom asks. Robert smirks and points to the two small horns sticking out from his hair.

“The Devil, of course.”

“Of course,” Tom repeats weakly. It was barely a costume, the deep maroon suit looking more like red carpet attire than anything else, but fuck it looked incredible on him.

“I am the purveyor of sin on this fine evening,” he says, gesturing to the party, “so I thought I’d play the part. But you… you look far more sinful than me.”

Tom squeaks as Robert steps even closer and taps at the arc reactor on his chest.

“Cute,” he murmurs.

“Just… just wanted to show you how much of a fan I am… Mr. Stark.”

Robert’s eyes snap up to Tom’s and he doesn’t think he’s ever been looked at so intensely in his entire life.

“Is that so… Mr. Parker?”

Tom whines, loud enough for Robert to hear it. His hand travels down Tom’s body to squeeze at the bare skin of his waist.

“I think—”

“Robert!!”

They both jerk back as if they’re waking up from a trance. Someone is yelling for Robert and waving him inside, and he acknowledges them with a quick gesture. Turning back to Tom, he licks his lips and leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I think we’ll have to continue this later. Don’t leave without saying goodnight. Alright?”

“Yeah. Yes. O-ok. See you later,” Tom stutters, and when Robert disappears inside he chugs the rest of the water bottle and collapses back against the fence to catch his breath.

* * * * *

All the telltale signs of a party winding down are there. Most people have left, the band has stopped playing leaving only some low background music emanating from the speakers around the house, and the guests that remain are splayed out on various couches and chairs, half their costumes missing and happily drunk. The kitchen is a disaster and Tom feels bad adding more bottles to the mess, but he’s on a mission and can’t stop to tidy. After his run-in with Robert he only saw him briefly a few more times, mostly through a massive crowd, but he didn’t forget his words from earlier.

Don’t leave without saying goodnight.

Harrison and Harry have already gone home. They tried to get him to come with but Tom pretended to be enthralled in a conversation and told them he’d catch up in a bit. Now he’s wandering the massive house, peeking into various rooms as he looks for Robert. He gave up on wearing the mask after they met in the yard so it’s pushed up on his head like some sort of strange visor, his curls a sweaty mess beneath it. The second floor is quiet and empty; no one really came up here during the party anyway so it’s also much cleaner. A set of closed double doors is in front of him, and it’s the only place he hasn’t looked, so…

Tom slowly opens one door and pokes his head inside. Robert is lounging on a massive bed, scrolling on an iPad, glasses perched on his nose. He’s still got the horns on his head, and when he glances up over the rim of his glasses to smirk at Tom, he really does look positively devilish.

“Found you,” Tom says, trying to appear completely casual when his heart feels like it’s about to explode from under his ribcage.

“So you did. Come in. Close the door.”

Robert makes no effort to move so Tom slowly walks over to the bed, suddenly very conscious of how tight his shorts are as Robert unabashedly roams over his body with hungry eyes. He stops at the edge and toes at the plush carpet with one foot.

“Have you been drinking?”

Tom nods.

“How much?”

“Not that much,” Tom replies, understanding what Robert is trying to ask. “But maybe just enough to give me some liquid courage.”

Robert raises an eyebrow but waits patiently for Tom to make the first move, only shifting slightly to drop the iPad and his glasses on the nightstand. Guess it’s now or never.

He kneels on the edge of the bed with one leg first, testing the waters. Robert stays perfectly still. A deep inhale to steady himself and then Tom goes for it, pushing up on the bed and straddling Robert’s lap. He hesitates for only a moment before settling right on the seam of those expensive maroon trousers.

A pleased hum rumbles out of Robert’s chest as he runs two smooth, warm hands up Tom’s spread thighs to his waist.

“My own personal cheerleader, hm? I always knew you looked up to me but I never expected this… Pete.”

He catches Tom’s eye and gives him a brief wink. Tom’s heart speeds up even more as excitement bubbles in his stomach. Playing. Robert is playing with him. He was desperately hoping he wouldn’t drop this, leave it as the brief tease it was back in the yard. Acting with Robert is one of his favourite things in the entire world, and being able to do it like this? God, for the first time he’s actually happy that Tony Stark is dead because he’s never going to be able to act across from him again without thinking of this moment.

Robert nuzzles into his neck and starts leaving wet, sucking kisses all along the line of his throat. Tom shivers at the sensation and then starts to giggle when the tickle of Robert’s beard is too much against his sensitive skin. Robert laughs into his neck and nips playfully.

“You’re so darn cute,” he whispers. Robert has always been free with his compliments, telling Tom he’s handsome or pretty or talented, but somehow it just hits different when his hands are also squeezing Tom’s ass.

“Want to touch you, Mr. Stark,” Tom murmurs into his ear, easily switching his accent to sound even more like Peter. He feels Robert shudder underneath him and can’t help the pleased smirk that crosses his face.

“Yeah?” Robert says, grasping his chin gently so he can look into his eyes. “Do you even know what you’re doing, sweetheart?”

Tom absolutely knows what he’s doing, but Peter…

“I… uh… I was hoping you could teach me. I’m a really quick learner, sir,” he says softly.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Robert mutters, breaking character for a moment. He collects himself quickly though, shifting Tom in his lap just enough so he can undo his trousers and pull himself out. Tom’s mouth literally waters at the sight of Robert’s dick and he uses every ounce of willpower not to just pounce on him immediately.

“Want to feel your mouth, Pete,” Robert says, rubbing a thumb along Tom’s lower lip. “You can go slow. Use your tongue.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” Tom replies, trying not to sound too eager. He shuffles down a little and purposely sticks his ass up in the air. The red and gold shimmer on the shorts catches the dim light and he gives his hips a quick wiggle when he sees Robert staring.

“Maybe I should’ve reworked the design on your suit, hm? You like wearing little shorts like this?”

Tom nods and presses his face into the curls at the base of Robert’s dick, inhaling the scent of him. He feels the thick cock jerk against his cheek and angles his head to lick up the whole length of it, swirling his tongue at the tip. The bitter taste of precome blooms in his mouth and he moans, forgetting himself for a moment as he starts to give a much more experienced blowjob than what Peter would be capable of. Robert knocks the mask off Tom’s head so he can tighten his hand in his messy curls.

“Jesus,” Robert groans, “you’re good at this, kid.”

“Mmm, just want to make you feel good, sir,” Tom hums. He manages to remove one of the arc reactor gloves so he can grip Robert’s cock while he uses his mouth everywhere he can reach.

“Well, you’re doing a—fuck, god—a damn fine job.”

Tom thinks he could stay here forever, on his knees, mouth stretched almost painfully around Robert’s cock. He explores up his chest with his other hand, rubbing at one nipple with his thumb which makes Robert jerk underneath him.

“Keep doing that,” Robert spits out as he pushes Tom’s head down even further. He gags a bit but the incredible sensation of being stuffed and used overrides everything else and he takes every inch Robert gives him while tugging and pinching at his apparently very sensitive nipples. He drifts for a bit, so content and fuzzy, and only comes back when Robert pulls him off and throws him down on the bed.

“Pull up that shirt for me, sweetheart. Gonna paint your pretty chest with my come.”

“Oh my god, fuck, yes, please, please, want it,” Tom moans, shoving the fabric out of the way as Robert jerks himself off quickly above him. He can’t decide whether to watch his dick or his face when he finally comes, thick and white all over his chest and the arc reactor necklace. Robert’s slightly red in the face and gasping for breath as he steadies himself with a hand beside Tom’s head. Tom leans to the side to kiss at his knuckles and then dares to run his fingers through the come on the necklace and bring it to his mouth to taste.

“You’re going to give an old man a heart attack,” Robert says. His pupils are all blown out as he watches Tom hollow his cheeks as he sucks. Tom understands the feeling. He’s so hard in his shorts that it’s painful.

“Please,” he whispers, biting his lip, “will you touch me, Mr. Stark?”

“It would be a pleasure, Mr. Parker,” he replies. He palms him over the shorts which makes Tom buck into his hand. “As much as I love these… they have to go.”

The shorts are so tight that they both struggle to pull them down but finally they’re tossed off to a distant corner of the bedroom and Tom hisses as Robert immediately get his mouth on his cock. It feels absolutely heavenly, especially after being trapped in the confines of that uncomfortable fabric for so long. Robert takes his time, licks and sucks everywhere he can, all the way down to that sensitive spot right behind his balls. Tom whimpers as his tongue gets so fucking close to his hole but then pulls away.

“Want to use my fingers… s’that ok?”

“Y-yeah, please, yes!”

Robert grabs some lube from the nightstand and even warms it first before sliding one thick finger over Tom’s hole, pressing just the tip inside. Aside from the thrill of having Robert’s finger inside of him, the most incredible part is that he doesn’t stop sucking him off. The level of coordination is astounding and Tom would have complimented him on it if he was able to speak beyond moans and pleas for more. A second finger quickly joins the first and Tom’s body accepts it without hesitation.

“Good boy,” Robert murmurs in between gentle licks, “look at you, hm? So pretty and pink.”

Robert shifts him down a bit more which makes his legs fall open even wider. He feels so exposed and whines a little, trying to draw his knees close without squeezing Robert too much.

“Aw, don’t be shy sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” Robert says. “You can put your legs up on me if that helps, ok?”

He hears the rubber of his high-tops squeak against Robert’s skin and somehow the sound is more obscene than anything else. He tries not to thump his heels too hard but fuck, Robert is doing something with his tongue that should be illegal and Tom can’t stop squirming. A low chuckle reverberates against his stomach as Robert pulls off briefly, his fingers still working in slow, gentle pushes.

“Aren’t you sensitive, hm?”

“P-please, Ro—Mr. Stark, please, need to come,” Tom begs, accent slipping slightly as he tries to shove himself down even deeper on Robert’s thick fingers. He’s held in place by the firm grip of Robert’s other hand on his waist and he whines petulantly.

“Anything for my favourite little spider,” Robert coos. He crooks his fingers and Tom arches up off the bed like he’s been shocked. He feels like he’s been on the edge since they first met in the yard and now Robert’s fingers are pressing right on his prostate and his hot mouth is back on his dick and he doesn’t think he could possibly hold off any longer if he tried.

“Gonna… gonna…” Tom’s whole body is taut, like a wire ready to snap, and when Robert takes him all the way down his throat he comes with a ragged gasp. Distantly he thinks he should be considerate and pull out but it’s like his body isn’t under his control anymore, and even though he hears wet choking noises it seems like Robert is just fine with him coming in his mouth. His fingers have stopped moving and he lets Tom clench around them for a few moments before gently sliding them out. Tom whines at the loss even though he’s so oversensitive right now he couldn’t possibly take anymore.

After taking a minute to catch his breath and regain any semblance of normal brain function, he finally looks down. Robert’s eyeliner is smudged and Tom feels a bizarre sense of pride about it. He can’t stop running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair which is also a complete mess.

“Just FYI,” Robert finally says, his voice a little raspy, “you’re going to be finding red glitter in every nook and cranny for about three years after this.” He punctuates that sentence by rubbing his cheek against Tom’s thigh, grinning as he does it.

“You’re a dick,” Tom says fondly, giggling even more as Robert continues to just rub his face all over his body. “But can’t say I’m gonna care that much if I’m being reminded about this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Robert says, that absolutely devilish grin returning, “I can give you more than just glitter for that.” Tom squeals as he starts sucking a deep bruise into the inside of one thigh, teeth marks and all, that Tom presses on every time he sees it for the next week.

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Head-Cannons for Jealous Kageyama, Suga, Iwaizumi, & Bokuto

request: hi! May I request hc's of iwazumi, bokuto, mattsun, suga, and kageyama on how they act when they're jealous? I couldn't find a character limit in your rules so feel free to do however many you like :) Have a good one lovely human <3

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Hi honey! So I didn’t write it but I'm going to be doing four per head-cannon! thank you for requesting! <3 These are gender neutral/no pronouns so I hope that’s ok, hope you enjoy! Also to everyone, requests are open!

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~Kageyama~

✰ you’ve been in class all day and finally the bell rings and its lunch

✰ you and a friend are sitting, talking about homework, eating, as one does during lunch. You normally sit with him because kags always plays volleyball during break, surprised? no.

✰ all sweet Kags wanted to do this lunch was to sit with his baby!!!

✰ he sees you sitting real close to this other guy, and what does his awkward ass do? FUCKING STARES AT YOU, clown to clown communication going on right here

✰ anyone coming into the cafeteria just sees him blocking the path with the smoke whirling around his head

✰ you finally turn around after feeling two burning holes in the back of your head and see him glancing between you and your friend

✰ dummy realizes you noticed him and turns bright red in embarrassment after noticing he has been staring at you for at least half the lunch period and he sprints

✰ this man ZOOOOOMS out of that room

✰ you, being the caring s/o you are, run after him to the best of your abilities, all the way to the vending machine

✰ by the time you get there, he’s already sipping on two milks, pouting, and bright red, poor thing

✰ you make eye contact with him as you sit down, him turning away to face a wall instead

✰ you poke his stomach and sides to get his attention, fully aware of how ticklish he is there

✰ “Y/N PLEASE!” he grits out in between fits of laughter

✰  “Why did you run out then?” you say as you cease your attack, snaking your arms around his waist

✰ his body relaxes into yours and returns the hug, he buries his face into the top of your head as he mumbles

✰ “I know you know I can't hear you,” 

✰ he grunts back in response and mumbles again, just loud enough that you can hear that one, specific, word

✰ “YOU WERE JEALOUS!!!!!!” you scream so loud he jumps back a little

✰ he burrows his head into your neck in an attempt to hide from you, not the best play he could have made, but there was an attempt, he tried

✰ you move one hand to pat his head and the other stays on his back, “Kags, I don’t know why you would be jealous, I’m just friends with (Friends/N), I don’t like him like that, ok?”

✰ he straightens up and looks at you dead in the eyes, to anyone else he looks normal, but there's a little smile on his face that looks a little less creepier than usual

✰ he grabs you tight and you can hear the bell in the background, but you both ignore it and stay like that for a little longer

~Suga~

✰ everyone pretends that this man is the chillest, sweetest, calmest character in this show

✰ hell no

✰ he has as much crackhead energy radiating through his body as is possible without being a crackhead

✰ the two of you are at one of karasuno's practice matches against nekoma, and they have been trying that play with nishinoya as setter, and a few other ideas the coach came up with

✰ during a break between on of the games (which to your displeasure, have gone on forever, but you love seeing Suga play so you don't really mind) you decide to pull out your chemistry homework

✰ “why, and who made chemistry,” you say to yourself “I just want to have a little talk.”

✰ “Well I wouldn’t say a specific person invented it, but Robert Boyle is considered the first modern chemist,” you look to your left and see a tall nekoma player with bed hair

✰ you arch a brow, and get back to ‘working’, if you could call it that

✰ he sits next to you and offers a smirk and says, “Im Kuroo Tetsuro, if you want I can help with your homework if you want,”

✰ your nose scrunches up and you turn away from him

✰ “Don’t be sodium chloride,” he says as he scoots a little closer, but as he does that, you can feel the other side of you warm a little

✰ in the corner of your eye before you look to see what sat next to you, you see Suga, his eyes glaring straight at the rooster boy

✰ he drapes his arms on your shoulders and sets his head on yours and looks directly as kuroo, cold as ice, he tells him “She is fine, I can help her,” 

✰ the smile on his face does nothing to hide the fact that he’s not messing around 

✰ you pull him off of you to face him, giving him a little shove before telling him off,

✰ “I had it covered, it’s not like I was going to say yes, even though I probably need the help…”

✰ he raises his eyebrows at you, “I can help you, no problem!” he says sweetly, as if you both aren’t getting the same grades

✰ the next game is starting, signaled by the freak already on the court in their positions and the whistle blowing you give Suga a kiss on the cheek and tell him to go

✰ he smirks at you, and from then on in the match, whenever he spiked a ball, set a good toss, or dug anything, he looked to kuroo and directly pointed to where you sat

~Hajime Iwaizumi, (27), Athletic trainer~

✰ I don't even know what to do for this dude, no wait haha jk

✰ Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and you have been best friends for forever

✰ you guys are so close, sleepovers since you were little, you even made them an entire meal and movie night on the day they lost, lots of wet tissues and tear soaked blankets

✰ when you and Iwaizumi finally got together after year of pining after each other, nobody was more excited than Oikawa, nobody 

✰ now, you three are having a sleepover to celebrate being done with midterms and you made a big pillow fort to watch your favorite movie in, with popcorn and chocolate and all of that

 ✰ it's dark except for the light from computer screen, you can barely make out the faces to your right and left, and it's so late, you forgot who was on which side

✰ it's hard for you to fall asleep without Iwa anymore, so you grab the arm to your left and lift it up and snuggle into the warmth of who you thought was your boyfriend

✰ because you all are so close, Oikawa didn’t think twice about wrapping his arms around you, forgetting that Iwa was even there

✰ your boyfriend started to get red in the face, “Oikawa,” he warned, trying to make his best friend back off without making a scene

✰ Oikawa looks to him confused, “Chill out Iwa-chan! I know it's not godzilla but it's not that bad”

✰ Iwaizumi would have left it at that, but when you turned around and hooked your leg onto your current human pillow? Ohohoho, its over

✰ he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder, wrecking the little tent you made and leaving the third wheel of the trio in the rubble

✰ you cry out in protest, upset that your hours of work are now suffocating your other best friend

✰ you feel every step and he takes as he walks you both towards your room the air is tense, and you don’t know what to do

✰ you enter your bedroom, still being carried by him, and he drops you on the bed, and falls on top of you, letting out a noise of comfort as you squirm

✰ “Hajime please get of you’re squishing meee!” you wheeze out the last part

✰ he doesn’t verbally acknowledge you but he adjusts himself so you both are comfortable

✰ “Is this ok?” he asks quietly

✰ “yeah,” you reply, “It is.” 

✰ Neither of you seem to notice oikawa taking photos, and the next day, oikawa shows iwa, but not without a volleyball to the head 

✰ neither you nor oikawa know that's his screen on his phone

~Bokuto~

✰ When does this boy not get jealous, not because of you no! He trusts you with anything and everything, and he loves showing you off

✰ that is until all the attention goes to you and he thinks everyone is going to take you away, especially when he goes emo mode, he’s about ready to give you up to anyone :( but you never go obviously

✰ akaashi managed to convince you to become manager, he said that it would come in handy when he started to become self destructive

✰ and it worked! You were able to save a lot of games and akaashi’s mental health, for a while that is

✰ today was the first day of spring high finals, teams everywhere, balls flying, and Bokuto was anxious, and it was showing

✰ as the team walks to the court, you grab Bokuto's hand and you grab it tight letting him know you are there for him

✰ he began to feel less tense and calmed down once again 

✰ the game started and it was going smoothly, the other team wasn't able to shut down any Fukurōdani’s attacks

✰ that is until, the other team's captain started flirting with you

✰ whenever he makes a point, he would say some gross ass pick up line, or wink at you, and even worse, he would make sure to meet eyes with Bokuto, every, single, time

✰ Bokuto’s shots have gotten worse, he's hitting into the blockers, the net, and even missing the ball completely

✰ it physically hurts you when this happens to your boyfriend, and at this point you are sick of it, and have started to grow annoyed at the creepily corny capitan 

✰ you whisper to the coach to call Bokuto in who is currently hanging onto akaashi, asking him not to set to him anymore

✰ the coach calls a time out, and signals the rest of the team to stay on the court, Bokuto doesn’t even notice the rest of his teammates standing still around him

✰ when he reaches the bench you grab him by the shoulders and look him in the eyes and say “Baby, kick his ass.”

✰ you move your head to face the other captain and smile, then you grab Bokuto's face and kiss him, hard

✰ the time out ends and your team is flushed with embarrassment, but Bokuto was hyped up jumping all over the court, and ready to destroy the other team

✰ (they won the rest of the set no points lost)

[georgiapeach305132]

Paul getting out of prison and try’s to get back with the reader and it doesn’t work so he calls her a whore and tells her that no ones loves her I wonder how Robert and Cherry felt knowing what happened while they were away and this happened in front of the baby

Since Robert had gotten out of prison, he had been a lot more trusting. He felt okay with leaving you and Sundae alone, no guard. Him and Cherry had some "business" to attend to, and like always the less you knew the better off you were.

You busy yourself cleaning the mess from breakfast while Sundae crawls around in her play pen. Offering her sweet little jibberish as you move about the kitchen. And like a good mother, you talk right back. "Really, sweet girl? Tell me more." Your routine continues for a bit until the door bell rings, stopping you from finishing the last little bit.

You scoop up your daughter, to open the door. You should have looked out the peep hole to see exactly who was standing there. But you lived in false security, because your biggest problem was supposed to be in jail. None of you knew that Paul was released over a legal technicality. When you open the door to see his smug face, you automatically begin to close it. His arm pushes up against the door before you can.

Momentarily he gives Sundae at sweet smile, squishing her chubby cheeks before looking up at you. "Listen, Y/N, I just really want to apologize for everything. I know I fucked up."

"Yeah, you did. Now, you can leave."

"'M not finished. I just...the state is willing to overturn the divorce and..."

"I'm good. Don't want to be married to a cheating dirty cop."

You see the anger flash through his eyes. You're no longer the person you were before him. You don't crumble with that flash of fury, your body doesn't wield to him because he grits his teeth. "But you'll shack up with a fucking murderer, be his whore, and fuck another dirty cop."

"Goodbye, Paul."

"You know, your mom was right. She warned me you were nothing but a fucking disappointment. A whore, and would never make a good wife. They don't really love you. And when Chris gets tired of being on the sidelines, and Robert gets tired of using you, don't come running back to me. How could anyone love you now? A mom of a fucking murderer." Issuing his final low blow, he turns to leave.

After he leaves you can't help but to get in your head. The only distraction is Sundae who needs so much attention, and even she feels the worry radiating off of you. You're so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn't realize how late it was until Robert and Cherry return.

Cherry who created a great bond with Sundae while Robert was still incarcerated scoops the baby up, Robert goes straight to you. Him being Robert, he knows. "What the fuck is wrong?" his tone soft despite his constant need to say fuck.

"Nothing."

"I know when you're fucking lying to me. What happened? We weren't even gone that long."

Sighing you finally look him in the eye, Cherry who now sees something is wrong sits on the other side of you with Sundae. "Did you know Paul got out?"

"The fuck?" Robert shouts, Cherry quickly swats him in the back of the head.

"Baby Girl, the bigger question is how do you know he got out?"

That's when it hits Robert. "The fuck did that mother fucking cuck do now?"

Your hand rests lightly on his thigh, while Sundae crawls over to you. "Doesn't matter."

"The fuck it doesn't! You don't hurt what is fucking mine."

"Baby Girl, where was Sundae?" he knows, and that's why Paul's words hurt the most. He said all this vile stuff in front of the most precious thing in your life.

"I was holding her."

Robert begins to speak, but Cherry cuts him off. "I need you to tell us what he said."

"No."

"Pretty Girl, tell us."

"No, because I know what you two will do. Just don't...don't worry about it."

"That bad." Robert pulls your face up to look at him. "Just tell me. I want to know, and after, I'm not leaving you again today. Promise."

As promises go that isn't the best. "He...he said you didn't really love me. He thinks we're all in this poly relationship, and when you get tired of me...no one will want me with a kid, and that I'm just a disappointment and a whore."

"Mother fucker!" Cherry's hand hits the back of Robert's head again. "Pretty Girl, you're not a whore you're my whore. Don't ever forget that. We kinda have a kid together, so you're stuck with me. That fucking cuck has no idea what goes on in this house, and he doesn't have the fucking right anymore."

"Robert, promise me. You let it go."

"Fine, you fucking promise me that you won't let that shit eat you up. I already see you doing it. You're fucking thinking about what he said. As for Cherry boy, who the fuck cares. He knows that you're mine. Who the fuck cares what happens sometimes? Now, our sweet Sundae girl looks like she could use a nap. I'll be in there in a second."

You don't realize how quiet Cherry had gotten. He's never got to fulfill his need to take care of Paul. And as soon as you leave his eyes meet Robert's. "Don't you dare. You promised her. I didn't. He's had it coming a long time. Just...he needs to be gone. Like once and for all gone. He's got enemies on the outside. No one needs to know. I need a piece."

A week later when you read the paper and see how there's an ongoing investigation for the death of former police officer Paul Diskant, you just roll your eyes at Robert. "Don't look at me. I can honestly say I didn't fucking do anything. The man made a lot of enemies."

"Promise me, Sir. You had nothing to do with it..."

"I promise I didn't kill him." And you knew, he might not have killed him, but he didn't promise he didn't have anything to do with it.

"Cherry!!"

[angelwiththeblue-box]

hi im back because your writing is fire and i never wanna stop reading it, i just can't reblog bc then you know who i am :(

do you think you can do something post-fight in the Imagination, with prinxiety? if not that's ok!!

that took a lot longer than i thought it would but fight!! i hope you like it <3 (also thank you so much that means a lot <3)

“You can’t keep holding Thomas back from everything! He has to try new things eventually!” Roman exclaims.

“What if it goes wrong? What then?” Virgil says, pulling at the seams of his sweater. He hates fighting, he hates shouting.

“We deal with it!”

“But-”

“This can’t be how we do everything! Sometimes it’s nice to be spontaneous without worrying about every little detail! You wouldn’t know about that, would you?” Roman demands.

Virgil feels tears pool in his eyes but he refuses to let himself cry in front of Roman.

“I’m just trying to keep Thomas safe.” Virgil says.

“You’re holding him back! Which is all you ever do!”

“Roman, I-”

“You’re just being paranoid!” Roman shouts.

Virgil freezes. “Well, I guess that’s that.” He says, tears falling down his face. Virgil pulls his hood over his head and walks out the room.

“Virgil-” Roman starts.

“No. You’ve made yourself clear. I’ll go.” Virgil cast one more angry look back at Roman before closing the door behind him.

“Oh shit.” Roman says. “Oh shit oh no, oh no.”

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” Patton says, tapping Roman lightly on the shoulder.

“I told Virgil he was being paranoid. I shouldn’t’ve. He looked so betrayed.” Patton leads Roman to a chair.

“Why did you say that?” Patton asks. Not in a judgemental way, but in a ‘help me understand’ kind of way.

“I was angry! We had a chance with Nico and Virgil convinced Thomas to wait! I thought he was being illogical. I know he’s just trying to protect Thomas, but it makes me so angry sometimes!”

“Do you think you could see it from Virgil’s point of view. I remember after the mall, he told me that you were ready to give in to him, to not chase after Nico. He pushed Thomas to go after Nico. I know that all of us want Thomas to be happy, and of course, it doesn’t have to be with someone romantically, but I know that Virgil’s as excited about this as you are. He just has a different way of showing it.” Patton explains.

“Oh. Oh, shit, I have to go talk to him. I have to apologize.” Roman stands up. “Thank you, Patton.” Patton just motions for Roman to go find Virgil. Roman nods and walks out of the room, determined to apologize to Virgil.

He knocks on Virgil’s door.

“Virge?”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” Virgil says.

“Please. Just- could you at least let me say one thing.” From inside the room, Roman hears Virgil’s loud sign and the door opens.

Virgil’s eyeshadow is streaky and his eyes are red.

“What is it?” He demands.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said you were p- I shouldn’t have said it. You were just watching out for Thomas the best way you know how.”

“Roman, no, you were right. I was being a bit overanxious. I just don’t want us to screw this up, because Nico’s pretty great. I’m sorry.”

“Can I come in?” Roman asks. “We could watch a movie or something?” Virgil’s face heats up and he looks down at the floor as he opens the door wider.

“Fine, but not Frozen.” Roman groans and splays out on Virgil’s bed.

“Fine!”

“What about Sherlock Holmes?” Virgil asks, summoning a laptop and sitting down next to Roman. Roman squishes himself closer to Virgil.

“The one with Robert Downey Jr? Yes, please.” Virgil laughs and wipes at his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” Virgil hits play and leans back.

“I am sorry.” Roman says.

“Me too.” Virgil leans up and presses a quick kiss to Roman’s cheek. “It’s all forgiven, anyways.”

[nalgenewhore]

Slipping Through My Fingers - Epilogue

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter 

warnings: none 

an: i can’t - just enjoy, ok? 

Two Years Later

All was quiet. Peaceful, warm. 

And she couldn’t stop staring, down at the precious, precious bundle in her arms. A wee little baby who had only known the world for two short days and already yearned towards the sky, her chubby hands grasping at the strands of light that danced through the window. 

Elide gently rocked the babe, humming an old Blackbeak folk tune her mother used to soothe her as a child. 

Stella blinked her slender eyes - having inherited her mother’s monolid shape - up at Elide and cocked her head to the side, settling down as Elide continued her song. 

“Oh, you like that one, do you?” Elide asked, smiling gently as she leaned down to kiss Stella’s brow. “You know, little one, my mama used to sing that to me when I was as itty bitty as you.” 

She heard the door to her hospital room open and knew, by the sound of his Chucks scuffing across the floor, that it was her husband. Elide turned away from the window and smiled at Lorcan, whose face remained neutral, but he could never hide the look in his eyes from her. “Well, hi there.” 

Elide smiled as he walked closer to her, “Hi to you, too.” 

He turned his dark gaze from hers to the child in her arms and with a little maneuvering, Lorcan managed to get Elide back in the hospital bed and pluck his daughter from her. She gently eased back onto the mattress, hissing slightly at the discomfort, but the sight of Lorcan so enamoured by their daughter had any pain slip sliding away. 

There was only one thing missing from this moment. “L, did you call Mia and Fen?” 

“Yeah, they’re on their way. Should be here in–” he was interrupted by a knock on the door and smiled, “I guess now.” He crossed over to her and passed Stella back to her, leaning down once Elide was comfortably cradling the babe and pressing his lips to hers for a brief moment. 

Lorcan opened the door and Elide craned to the side to see Nehemia and Kohana standing there. The seven-year old’s eyes found her and he pushed his father out of the way, racing over to her. “Hi, mom.” 

Her heart clenched and it was hard to breathe every time he called her that, never mind that he’d been using it for a year now - ever since he’d let it slip one late night, barely awake as Elide put him to bed and dutifully let Tigger pass her to curl up in his human’s arms. 

“Hi, baby,” she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek, still round and soft, “how was Mi-Mi and Fen’s?” 

“Fine,” he said flippantly, all too distracted by Stella Luna. “Is that my sister?” 

“It is indeed,” Elide replied, tilting the bundle so Ko could see her more clearly. 

“She’s so little.” 

“She’s a newborn, my love, that’s how big they are.” 

“Oh. Isn’t it dangerous if they’re so tiny? They could get squished, I think,” he told her, finally looking up with his big brown eyes. 

Lorcan laughed quietly as he shut the door and walked over to the bed, scooping their son up and carefully setting him down beside Elide. 

Kohana instinctively nestled against her, looking down at Stella. “Hi, Stella Luna.” The baby silently opened her eyes, her brilliant amber gaze staring right back at her brother. “I’m Kohana, but you can call me Ko or something else. I’m your big brother, ok? So I’m gonna protect you. We’re Ozuye, we’re warriors, you know. I’ll be there for you until you’re big and strong and then I’ll still be there, ‘cause we’re gonna be really good friends.” 

Stella gurgled quietly, still staring up at Ko like she knew what he was saying. “One day, I’m gonna teach you how to speak like us, but mom’s still learning and,” he dropped his voice to a quiet whisper, “she’s not very good yet.” 

Elide chuckled tearfully and looked up at Lorcan, who was discreetly wiping his eyes. He winked at her and mouthed Hormones.

That had her rolling her eyes and turning back to their children just in time to see Kohana pull something out of his hoodie. “This is Robert. He’s a hippo-po, see? He’s my favourite stuffy and he makes me feel loads better when I’m sad, but since I’m a big kid now, you get him, ok?” 

Stella looked at him seriously, as if she understood what Kohana was telling her and Elide didn’t doubt it for a second. Elide helped Ko open the swaddle slightly and put Robert down beside her. “There,” he said, leaning down to kiss Stella’s cheek. “He’ll take care of you.” 

Elide smiled and leaned down, kissing the top of Kohana’s head, “Thank you, baby.” 

“Mom, can I hold her?” Kohana asked, looking up at Elide, who nodded and helped him get situated, keeping her hands under Ko’s as Lorcan shifted the baby until Ko was holding her properly. 

“You’re doing so good,” she whispered to Ko, who smiled happily and started speaking in Lorcan’s native tongue to Stella. 

She only caught bits of it and her heart cracked in two when he said, “I have a different mama than you, but we have the same mom. It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m still your big brother, even if we don’t always look the same.” 

Elide flicked her eyes to Lorcan, who was staring at their kids with an emotion she couldn’t name, but one she fully understood. He glanced up at her and reached out his hand, taking hers and squeezing once. I love you, he mouthed, something in his eyes flickering with joy when her smile echoed the statement. 

They stayed in their little bubble, one perfect little moment, until someone knocked on the door and opened it. It was Yrene, “Hey, guys. I need to take Stella Luna for some tests, is that alright?” 

Elide nodded, “Of course. Ko, sweetheart, can you say bye to Stella? She has to go for now.” 

Kohana’s eyes widened into near perfect circles, “Go? Why? Why does she have to go? She just got here.” 

Elide stifled her laugh and smiled, “The doctors need to make sure everything’s all good with her, alright?” 

Yrene wore a warm smile as she walked in and carefully took Stella from Kohana, “Wow, you’re a great baby holder, Kohana.” 

He wore a worried frown and held his hands out in case Yrene dropped Stella, “Be careful. She’s really little.” 

“I will be. Do you want to come with me? You can make sure nobody hurts your sister.” 

Kohana looked up at Lorcan and Elide for permission and they both nodded, letting him climb off the bed and take Yrene’s hand, walking out with her. After the door clicked shut, Elide patted the mattress beside her, “Come.” 

Lorcan huffed a laugh and did as she said, stretching his legs out and sitting still as Elide shifted until she was happy, her leg half hitched over his hip and one arm stretched across his waist. Elide pressed her face into his side, sighing once and settling down to sleep. 

She said something muffled and he didn’t quite catch it. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Lorcan murmured, “What was that, E?” 

“I said, thank you,” she whispered, tilting her head back to look up at him. 

“What for?” 

“Everything.”

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an: and we’re done! im very emotional and im so happy that you guys loved this dumb lil story as much as me 🥺 and im so excited to show yall some lil tings i got in the works 👀 

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{𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫}

      ~Nikki Sixx x reader~

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★Prologue★

“Pilot: When L.A. Burns”

Part 2

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< Prologue (Part 1)

Warnings: Cussing, suggestive jokes, slight angst and mention of violence

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Nikki Sixx x Female Reader

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: When her step-brother and ex-roommate ,Casey Jensen(Cage), decides to leave home to go to L.A. and form a band. Although hesitant, she decides to take his invitation to go with him to escape her alone and pain-in the-ass life behind. Looking back as she leaves, she wonders if she made the right decision or if she should go back.( I don’t own Mötley Crüe or the actors used in this story, I only own the plot and the band characters I made up. This book and maybe for the entirety of it, will be based off and detailed from the books the Dirt and the Heroin Diaries. Some lines are used from the movie the Dirt, all of these books or movie lines that I mentioned that I will use for the story belong to their creators.)

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𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙨:

(Y/N) - Your Name

(L/N) - Last Name

(N/N) - Nickname

(S/C) - Skin Color

(E/C) - Eye Color

(H/C) - Hair Color

(H/L) - Hair Length

(F/S) - Favorite Shirt

(F/F) - Favorite Food

(F/D) - Favorite Drink

(L/C) - Lipstick Color

(F/A) - Favorite Animal

Characters:

BEN HARDY as CASEY CAGE

MÖTLEY CRÜE as THEMSELVES

WILLIAM FICHTNER as ROBERT JENSEN

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1978, L.A. - Whiskey -a- Go Go, Backstage. 

“You’re out of the band”, The man said simply as he was holding a cigarette to his lips as he looked at a young man with messy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Holding the guitar in his hand, he gripped tightly as he looked at the guy who gave him the news as he stood there, still smoking his cigarette,” You’re obviously not cut out for this. Too slow and too much of a waste if we kept you.”

Casey stood there with a shocked, yet pissed look at the man as the sharp and hurting words reached his ears. He turned his attention to the other members who didn’t speak up or anything and simply just minded their own business.” So this is how it is then.”, Casey said as he looked down, trying so hard not to punch the asshole that took him off the band he formed,” Alright. I see. If you’re gonna seriously take someone of the band it should be yourself you fucking asshole.”

“We don’t need you anymore. We already found another guitarist.”

“Look if you’re gonna whine like a baby. Do it outside.”, The other man, with brunette hair and who was next to the guy said in a pissed manner as he approached him. Holding his hands out as he shoved and pushed him away in a rude manner.,” Back off.”

Casey took this as offense and punched him in the center of his face. When this occurred the brunette and him started to fight each other punch after punch and kick after kick, as the others were alerted immediately and tried to get them from each others claws and from killing each other.

As they separated the brunette from the blonde on the floor, Casey’s lip had a tear, that started drip with blood and the side of his eye had an ugly bruise, but it wasn’t any prettier for the guy standing above him who was being restrained by two other men.  His nose was busted, and blood was slowly trailing from underneath it towards his lips as it reached down his chin, in a brutal manner. 

Casey then stood up from the ground, slightly wincing in pain as he held his side, looking at the men with a furious gaze. If looks could kill those men would be dead in the most gruesome way possible, like a tiger ripping a part its prey. “ What the fuck is wrong with you?!”, one of the members shouted at him.

He stood up as he tried his best to not limp, looking at the members, his brows still furrowed at them as he looked at his bruised knuckles.” I’ll tell you what’s fucking wrong. I quit!! ”

He then took the strap of his guitar and swung it to the wall, smashing and breaking it in half. He then threw the broken neck of the guitar that was still in his hands and threw it above the group.

“So Fuck you and go to hell with you all!!”

“Because you’ve just lost yourself a musician who can actually play unlike the rest of you cunts.”

He then looked at the lead singer who was behind the guy with the broken nose.

“Just so were clear....”

He then took a glass cup with a few drops of whiskey and threw it at the guy a few inches away from him. Smashing at the wall behind him with a clear shatter.

“Your singing sucks balls!”

He then exited the room before taking the bottle of Jack Daniels with him and leaved the area outside. It was cold and dark, neon lights illuminating the streets, with crowds of people in every corner in the Sunset Strip. There was many people around him doing a load of crazy sort of things. Whether it was smoking, doing drugs, drinking, or having sex it didn’t matter. He was now busy in trying to figure out how to tell (Y/N) about the fact that he was out of the band. 

“Shit, I seriously fucked up now. Didn’t I?”, He said under his breath as the wind flew past him, brushing few of his messy strands to the side of his face.,” Fuck!”

He grabbed at his hair in frustration as he cursed at himself. He thought about how you would feel about all of this. If she would be angry or sad? or worse? He was supposed to be the responsible sibling and friend. Yet, here he was messing everything up for the both of you. Ever since that day... when they both made that deal. He promised himself and mainly to her, he would try his best to make a living together, and never break it. He didn’t want her to leave back to they’re parents. They were bad people. He knew it and he knows she knew it too. But she was very sympathetic, always ignoring the bad and trying to change it for the good. That’s how she managed to even befriend him. 

Thinking about you now that the show was finished, Casey then decided to enter the bar once again as he finished getting his stuff packed. Not wasting, anytime he finished the beer he took from the backstage and threw it on the ground, disposing of it. He knew you were waiting in there, as he saw you watching the gig at a distance swaying a bit to the music. So that’s what he did, he went inside the bar and just like that....

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“Get the hell off of me!”, I yelled at the guy who was obviously shitfaced from too many drinks. I tried my best to be polite to the guy and told him I wasn’t interested, but he wasn’t having any of it apparently. So here I was in the most horrible situation any girl could ever be in.” Let me go, Damnit!”

I said as I repeatedly slapped his gripping hand from mine, only to figure out it only made him grip it much tighter. Knowing it wasn’t working I took the opportunity and used the heel on my boot and with whatever force I could muster brought it down to his foot and squished it.

“You Little Bitch!”, The man shouted in a groan filled with pain from the impact on his foot I gave him. In one swift movement he slapped me with his free hand, causing me to stumble and fall on the floor as I held my burning cheek that stung, making me wince by just touching it. “Now you’re really gonna get it.”, He said in a menacing tone as he stood above and towered over me, making me feel cornered with no way out. I ,of course, started to panic and without thinking I quickly kicked him in the groin. Causing him to bend down and grab it in pain, I tried scooting myself away from him and try to stand up. But as soon as I did, the guy just grabbed me by my neck and propped me against the wall. Alarmed and extremely anxious, I started to breath heavily as tears started to brink at my eyes. I tried clawing at his hand that was gripping slowly at my neck. “P-please stop!”, I said loudly and a bit out of breath from the pressure at my throat. 

“Listen here. You can cry and shout all you want girly, but no ones gonna hear ya. Got it.”, He whispered lowly and uncomfortably next to my ear, causing me to gag at the strong smell of booze coming from him,” So why don’t you be good girl and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

 “The hell’s going on here?”, A voice said from nearby, from a slight glimpse I could see a young lean and tallish man with long, brown and slightly curly hair, wearing a leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt with leopard printed pants that looked a bit small on him. The guy had this look of suspicion, but then changed as he saw what really was going on. “Hey! Back off you’re hurting her!”, the guy said.

But the man didn’t do anything I looked at the young brown-haired guy with a pleading look as tears stained my reddish cheeks. “ I said let her go you jackass!”

Suddenly, as if a miracle just happened I caught a glimpse of blonde hair rushing behind the drunk man who was gripping my neck harshly, and felt his weight pressed against me disappear as he was pulled and ripped away from me. I then fell on the floor as his hand lost its grip and coughed a bit violently as I breathed the air heavily. I then noticed someone else punching one of the men who assaulted me, along with the blonde guy who had the shitfaced guy pressed up against the wall.

Casey...

“Is that how you treat a chick you fucking asshole”, Casey sneered at the guy as he kicked the guy on his side. The guy that was being brutally kicked and punched by him shuffled away from him as Casey panted.

Slowly, I started having a panic attack as tears started to drip from my eyes,  I then felt two hands grip my shoulders softly, and as I traced them they belonged to the guy who tried helping me. My (E/C) irises locked with soft hazel ones as they traced my terrified and teary eyed ones in concern. He then put his hands on my face gently and gingerly, causing me to flinch at the contact, not only because it was from a complete stranger, but because of the bruise I had that lingered on my cheek.

“H-Hey, are you okay.”, He asked me as he looked at my face, a bit out of breath as he scanned my face to look for any injuries. He then noticed me wince as he made little pressure with his soft hands on my cheek. He then left his hands of my face as he held them up slightly in defense and mumbled a little ‘sorry’ that sounded genuine and quite sheepish. “ I just want to make sure you’re okay, Dude. I’m not gonna hurt you like that shit-faced guy did, Okay.” 

I nodded silently and whispered an ‘okay’ completely trusting him as I was still quite traumatized and panicked with what just happened. I then saw Casey from the corner of my eyes as he looked at me. His baby blue eyes that were fused with rage and anger turning into concern and worrisome as he rushed over towards me before turning to the other guy. 

“Are you another one of those assholes!”, He shouted at him as he raised his fist up his whole body leaning over his sitting figure.

“Woah, Chill man! I didn’t try to do anything to her I swear, Dude.”, He replied as he held his hands up slightly to tell him that he wasn’t part of the almost sex assault that just happened,” I just saw the chick getting strangled by the guy and sort of kicked his ass for it, but that’s it!”

Casey then as he still held his fist to the guy, turned his eyes to me for confirmation and I slowly nodded a ‘yes’ towards him. He then lowered his fist and backed away slowly from my ‘savior’. Casey then went to my side and reached over to look at my face and noticed the marks on my neck and cheek,” That fucker.” he muttered harshly under his breath with furrowed brows as he gulped slowly at the lump in his throat.

“Thank you”, I told the guy as he looked between me and Casey.

“Its cool, someone had to step in to teach those men a lesson, and with the many punches we gave to those dickhead’s....”, He replied as he made a punching motion as if he were boxing in a comedic manner, ”They’ll never wanna come back now and mess with us.”

I laughed a bit with a wince as he did that.” You’re not a boxer.”

“Whose to say that? You never know what’s under these fucking fists.” He replied with a grin as he held his fist up in a fighting stance.

I chuckled again at his goofy manner as he joined in along with my brother who was trying so hard to keep a bold hard face, but couldn’t from how ridiculous the guy was being and so he joined in the laughter.

“Name’s Tommy Bass, but my friend’s call me Tommy”, the guy said as he held his hand out in a greeting and friendly fashion.

“(Y/N)”, I answered as I held his hand shaking it softly. The guy named Tommy seemed very enthusiastic and excited in his own childish but cute way. 

He then looked to my brother over my shoulder while he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, sitting next to me in the ground.” Casey Cage, but Casey is just fine.”, Casey simply said followed with a sigh.

“Rad name. You were also pretty fucking hardcore, by the way when you kicked that guy in the nuts, you really showed him.”, Tommy complimented with a happy smile as he then went to fumble something on his pocket and took it out to reveal a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. My brother in return just shrug his shoulders, like he didn’t really care whether he thought it was cool or not, but the smile on his face proved he was kind of happy to hear it.,

We all talked for a few hours making me feel more calm and relaxed and a whole lot stressed from what just happened a few moments ago.

“ Look I know we just got out of some messed up shit, but I was thinking maybe we could all go down to the diner down the street and hang out there. It’ll cool things down, lighten the mood Y’know. They’ve got some killer pancakes too. That’s if you dudes are cool with it.”

I laughed softly at Tommy’s adorable behavior, and thought about what he said for a moment. To be honest, it was a great idea. The last thing I wanted to think about was getting almost raped and my virginity away by those bastards. It’ll calm me down from my anxious and shocked state. Besides, Casey being there it will make me feel safer. His suggestion was all for good intentions too and he did save my life it was the least I could do. Plus, he seemed pretty friendly, and I want to get to know him better. After all, he did just comfort me and beat the guy’s ass and teeth off.” Well, I am kind of hungry and I think you are pretty cool. Sure. Lead the way.”

“Okay then, Let’s go.”, Tommy cheered as he stood up and took the cigarette out of his mouth for a moment, letting the smoke leave his rosy lips, before putting it back on his mouth, giving me a tight-lipped smile that adorned his face very nicely, the sense of its comfort making me smile as well.

Casey gave me and Tommy a face that read “seriously” to us both, as he raised an eyebrow.

“What?”, Tommy and I said in unison as we looked at him in confusion, as we started to walk away from the cramped and dark alleyway, that had barely any light.

                     “Nothing.”, Casey replied as he shook his head in disbelief as he uncrossed his arms, letting them fall gently at his side, as he let his back scoot away from the wall and walked towards us, dusting his pants of as he did. Following Tommy,  we walked side by side all three of us on the sidewalk of the street.

A few moments passed and it was somewhat quite. Awfully quiet. I thought of asking Casey about his broken lip and his bruised eye, but I somehow decided against it. I knew it couldn’t have been from the fight, being that he didn’t get punched rather he was the one who attacked first.’ Did something happen to him while he was backstage?’ I thought  as I pondered a bit over that fact. I knew he was perfectly fine with defending himself and standing strong, being that he did just punched that bastard and he has been in many fight in the past. But as his closest friend and only sibling, I couldn’t help but feel a bit worried about him. Sure he was sometimes a jerk and all, he sometimes got himself into trouble, but still...

“So, what kind of music do you like?”, Tommy asked breaking me from my thoughts and the ice that was growing between us as we walked quietly,  his bright eyes met mine,” Rock ‘N’ Roll?”

“Yeah, we listen to rock n roll. Both of us.”, I answered with a sweet smile as I gestured to Casey who was walking silently beside us both, his shoes grazing the pavement beneath him with each step, limping slightly as he did.

“Really?! Sick!”, He replied as he held a rock sign on his hand with a joyful grin on his lips, ”What bands do you listen to?”

“We listen to AC/DC, Kiss, Queen, Black Sabbath, The Rolling Stones, and a whole lot more than I can count.”, I laughed a bit as I listed.

“Nice, What’s your favorite. Mine’s is KISS, their music is fucking fire.”, He said in a almost awed manner as he talked about them.

“Well, I think every band has their own charm and flaw that makes them unique and a favorite to everyone. But since you asked, I love AC/DC.”

“Not Bad, babes. I think their pretty sweet too.”, He said as he glanced out at me through the corner of his eye, as he smoked his cigarette.

As we were approaching the diner up ahead, a few drops of what appear to be rain came to fall from the late midnight sky, wetting my jacket a bit. Tommy and Casey noticed it too as they felt the raindrops that turned into almost pouring water to fall on their dry heads.

“Last one to the diner is an old chicken!”, Tommy yelled as he ran his fast legs carrying him to the diner. His hair flying behind him as he ran like crazy as if his life depended on it.

“No fair! You got a head start.”, I yelled as I laughed a bit, running behind Tommy, as Casey started to run beside me, the rain pouring down to the grown and underneath our feet each second.

“Slowpoke!”, He yelled back as he kept running at a fast pace, reaching the diner’s doors. He held his arms wide in the air, as he released two rock signs on both of his hands.

I then stopped running as I stood in front of Tommy, Casey right beside me, holding his mouth as he tried not to laugh at my tired expression.

“Finally, for a second I thought you were gonna be last!”, Tommy laughed out as he held the door to the diner.

“What is that suppose to mean?”, I asked in a sassy remark with my arms crossed as I furrowed my brows.

“Ooh, Cocky are we?”, He replied as he held the door for me with a grin,” Ladies first.”

“Asshole”, I muttered lowly but a bit louder enough so he can hear me, as I tried to suppress a growing grin on my face.

Looking at inside the diner, it was pretty much packed with a lot of people in different booths. Luckily there was an empty one from between a couple of ones that were full. We took a seat on the empty booth, Casey went on the front, inside as I followed and entered on the edge of the seat, Tommy sitting across from us both and waited until the waitress came to take our order.

The place was loud and filled with chattering as the people around us talked, the only ones quiet and waiting patiently was us. Tommy was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground like a little kid waiting for the school bell to ring for the end of school, while Casey with a bored look took a napkin from the tabletop napkin holder, rolled it up a bit. As he held his nose with one hand, leaning his head back, and with the other placed the rolled up napkin inside, as hints of blood started to drip from underneath his bruised nose.

“Damn, that nose looks seriously fucked up. Did you get into a fight with someone?”, Tommy asked directly at Casey as he looked at my brother’s wound on his lip, nose, and on the side of his eye, hissing at the sight. Casey simply turned his head away as he dabbed the napkin into his lip holding it in place to stop the bleeding, ignoring his comment as he simply didn’t want to talk about it, avoiding his question. Tommy took this as away to not lead that conversation forward and simply dismiss it, as he leaned his upper half body on the table, both of his arms standing and laying on it for support as he scratched his head, while his head was turned away to look at something else.

Then as if it were a miracle, the waitress came and stood before us. Tommy instantaneously sat up as he looked at the young attractive waitress that was holding a small notepad and pen in her hand. “May I take your order?”

“I’ll have Blueberry Pancakes, please and maybe something a little extra...”, He replied to the waitress as he flirted with her. Getting the message, the waitress simply rolled her eyes at him and looked towards the both of us, awaiting our order so she can write it down. 

“Umm..”, I tried to think as I looked at the menu that was placed in front of me,” a (F/F) and (F/D) would be nice.”

Then the lady looked towards my brother, in which in return he stared at her, while she tapped her foot at the outside corner of the table.

 “I’ll have a Jack-”Casey managed to say, before I stomped his foot that was next to mine from underneath the table, not letting him finish his sentence at all. 

“A coke, please.”, I replied sweetly as I turned to Casey, who was pissed at me for not letting him speak to the lady and order what he really wanted.

The lady then nodded to us as she then flipped the page on her notepad and wrote, what I assumed was our orders.

“Your order will be out shortly.”, She said as she placed the pencil to her ear with a hand on her hip, as she finished writing and closed the notepad,” In the meantime, I’ll bring you guys some water while you wait.”

“Thank You.”, I said to her as she hummed in response as she left the table.

Once she was out of ear shot, Casey then spoke out,” What the hell was that for?”

“You’re not drinking. Especially, when you are gonna be the one driving the van.”, I whispered-shouted at him.

He then rolled his eyes at me and simply answered,” I wasn’t gonna get wasted like that.”

“I know, but still...”, I told him as I looked down at my lap fiddling with my fingers and my hands. 

I then pressed the jacket closer to my neck trying to cover the slightly marked bruise spot there, so no one can get the wrong idea of one of the boys hurting me in any way. The world seem around us seem to move on, except for us three who where still sitting in awkward silence.

“Here”,  The woman who was first attending us brought us our water,” I’ll come again when your order is ready.”

Placing the tray in front of us and then putting the glasses of water in front, she then left as she took the tray along with her.

 Casey then took the water as he drank from it. I on the other hand played around with the straw inside the glass. While Tommy, was surprisingly quiet this whole time, probably feeling a bit awkward. Who am I kidding? This was awkward. We were all feeling awkward.

“So...”, Tommy started to say as he drummed his fingers on the table, pursing his lips as he tried to think of something to say, with slightly wide eyes as he looked at the table as if it were the only interesting thing right now.,” Are you guys....like a thing?”

Casey as he heard that choked on the water that he was drinking, that was brought to us on the table by the waitress as we waited for our food, and holding the napkin he had on his nose that was keeping it from bleeding in surprise, making him cough as he tried to compose his fit, his eyes watering and wide as he covered his mouth with his left arm.

“You okay?”, He asked worriedly as he watched him coughing. I looked at him as well, a hand resting on his shoulder as I tapped it gently.

Casey then in a raspy voice managed to say ‘I’m good’ as he let out a few coughs, before he finally finished.

“We...aren’t a couple.”, I responded Tommy’s question,” We’re related to each other” .In which he let out an ‘Oh’ in response, as he realized. 

“Sorry, It’s just. You guys fight like an old married couple. It sorta gave me the idea you both were hooking up or dating, some shit like that.”, Tommy said laughing a bit, as he said that.

“No we are not.”, I said as I laughed a bit too, nervously.,” But you do have the arguing part, down right.”

I then looked around the place of the diner a bit as I watched people eating or just talking.

“This place is really nice, I didn’t think there was a diner near the bar we were just at.”, I said with a smile as I looked at Tommy.

“I know, right. I usually come here often after I watch a few of the gigs down at that bar,. Speaking of which...Care to tell me what a pretty chick like you was doing in a place like that?”, Tommy asked out of nowhere curiously, as he sat across me from the both we were in, trying to be flirty but at the same time to not be awkward.

“Umm, I was seeing him play, his gig, at.. the bar ,‘Whiskey-a-Go Go’.”, I replied nervously, pointing at Casey as I stared at Casey through the corner of my eyes and explained to Tommy,” He invited me to come see his show.”

“Oh, Now that you mention it....Wait a minute! I think I’ve seen you before”, Tommy said as he looked at my brother with furrowed brows, squinting his eyes and pointing at him as he tried remembering something,” No fucking way! You’re the dude that played that rad guitar solo onstage at the Whiskey.”

“Yeah, So?”, He asked slightly annoyed and defensive, I elbowed him gently as I glared at him at the corner of my eyes, trying to remind him to be nice.

“What you did onstage was so awesome. You had the whole audience begging on their fucking knees for more!.”, He said followed with a laugh as he finished his sentence.

“Well, some of them didn’t think so. Those crackheads kicked me out of their shit-show. We’re done and over with. Couldn’t be more happier about it.”, He replied lowly, mumbling the last sentence to himself, as he looked down at the napkin that he pressed on his lip, that was stained with dried blood as it trickled a bit from his torn lip.

“Dude! That’s definitely their damn loss, they are seriously gonna miss out on your skills. What you did was pretty badass. The show, not the nose, but...the Nose looks pretty badass too.”

“Yeah, the singer was such an ass.”, Casey replied in a muffle as he held the blood stained napkin in his fingers, pressed against his mouth and nose.

“Yeah I saw the banter that happened onstage. Hey, fuck him, though. He deserved it. Besides, he wasn’t much of a good one any ways.”, He said with sincerity as he looked towards my brother and then to me.

“He is right, you know. You were pretty good up there.”, I said 

I nodded at him with a smile, as Casey looked towards Tommy a small smile starting to reach on his lips, but silently dismissed it as he downed more of the clear liquid from his glass of water and turned his head away from him.

“Do you play in a band?”, I asked Tommy as I drank from my still full water on the table.

“Not at the moment, But I’m planning on joining a band called ‘Suite 19′. I’m gonna be their new drummer.”, He said taking out from his belt, in what looked like to be drumsticks,” That’s when the guys decide to kick the other guy out. I talked to them about it too, But I don’t know. They are still kind of thinking about it.”

Casey then looked at him with furrowed brows as he saw the drumsticks he was carrying.” Do you carry those with you, everywhere you go?”

“Yeah.”, He said as he began to play around with his drumstick in his hand, twirling them around in a very fast motion, without making a mistake as to drop it.

“That’s great. Casey also knows how to play the drums.”, I said as he  kept twirling them at a quick pace keeping his gaze at us. 

“Nice. Does that mean you can do stuff like this?”, He said as he began to do many twirls around his fingers with the drumstick, in different movements all in one hand. Only for him to drop them by accident as he made the drumsticks stop turning around and rested them on his hand. Leaning down to pick them up from the ground as he muttered ‘shit’ under his breath silently.

“Huh. Not bad. Where’d you learn to do that?”, Casey asked Tommy as he kept twirling his drumsticks between his fingers.

“I’ve been practicing since I was three. Also, High school marching band. ”, He said with a sigh and laugh as he stopped twirling his drumsticks, letting them fall on the table gently, as he gave us a tight lipped smile.,” Hey, but I rock too.”

Casey looked down at the table shaking his head as he let out a chuckle to escape his mouth followed by a smirk.” Yeah, I can see that.”

Then from a distance the woman held a tray of our order towards us. She held it down on the table. and passed each of our plates in front of us. Afterwards, she placed an icepack right next to me and my food on the table. I then looked towards her only for her to respond, “Its for the bruise. It will help with the swelling. Enjoy the food, hon.”

She then left leaving me shocked and a bit happy as I thanked her shyly for the ice pack, I then placed the small ice pack around my neck, tensing at the coldness of it coming into contact with my stinging skin that still hurt quite a bit from earlier. A few moments later though I relaxed as I adjusted to the feeling.

“You seriously eat that at this time?”, I heard Casey asked Tommy from beside me.

“Yeah, I mean its Pancakes. Nothing is late ”, He said  as he started to take a bite of the delicious and warm stack of pancakes.

“I know that, but Don’t you think its a bit late for that?”, I asked him with a laugh.

“Hey, food isn’t late for anything, especially Pancakes. Besides, they taste fucking amazing.”, He said  a bit muffled as he started eating his Pancakes with a smile, like a kid eating a sweet treat.

“Yes, we fucking now that by now. Now can we please just eat, right now”, Casey said as he laughed afterwards a small smile on his face. 

“Okay, Geez....”, I replied with a tiny laugh.

We all three laugh together, as we talked and talked, while we ate. The mood was comfortable and relaxing. Everyone was having a good time, even Casey surprisingly as well. But then it was already time to go as we finished eating our food and I checked the time on my watch.

“Anything else, you want?”, The lady prior to coming at our table with our orders said, as she stood in front of us. 

“No just the check. I’ll pay”, Casey spoke as he looked at the lady in front of us taking out his wallet from his jacket’s pocket.

She nodded and went to the cash register at the front, passing around a group  of people behind it. We then left the booth, and approached the register as Casey paid for the food. Afterwards, we left the place walking on the streets.

“So, what did you guys think?”, He asked as he walked beside us.

“It was nice. you’re pretty cool and you aren’t so bad at all.”, I responded a bit shyly and Casey replied with a simple ‘yeah’ as he walked to the right side of me.

“Thanks, you dudes are pretty cool too.”, He said with a laugh as we both walked towards the parking lot, where our van was parked right next to the ‘Whiskey-a- go go’.  “ Do you come to this place often?”

I nodded with a yes and a small giggle,” Usually, to see bands play.”

” Guess we will be running into each other a lot, huh.” Tommy said as he put his hands in his jacket’s pockets

“Yeah, I guess so.”, I then said as I moved towards Casey.

From there, we parted ways and said goodbye to Tommy, hoping to meet again tomorrow at the same time and place for the last day of the weekend.

Entering the car and pulling away from the parking lot that was next to the bar as we drove away back to our house. It was pretty quiet. Too quiet. I wanted to talk to him about the situation about how he got fired from his band, but I new that was a very strong subject, especially since he was more calmer now then ever.

The rest of the way home was quieter than ever as a random song from the radio was playing in the car. He then parked away next to our place. and just stood there.

“I can’t believe that fucking happen to you.”, He told me all of a sudden as he kept his eyes on the wheel, making my hand pull away from the car’s doorknob as I was ready to leave the car and into the house.

“T-tommy was there when it happen and h-he saved me from that, I-its ok-, ”, I mustered to say as I kept my eyes down, and sunk my body deeper in to the passenger seat.

“No its not fucking okay, those fucking creeps could’ve raped you, because of me!”, He said guiltily with anger as he gripped the wheel a bit tighter and yelled at me,” What if- what if he wasn’t there at all! Damnit”

“Casey!”, I yelled at him so he could hear what I had to say, as he scolded himself for leaving me,” I’m fine, and that’s what matters. Stop blaming yourself for it, It wasn’t your fault. None of it, Okay. You were there too, and you prevented it from happening. Those bastard got what he deserved. I’m safe right now, because of you. You’re a good brother. And a good friend”

He looked at me from the corner of his eyes before leaving his gripping hands away from the wheel and wrapped them around me. He hugged me.

“I know. I’m just afraid that one day I’ll mess up and fail.”, He said his voice cracking by just a bit as he sucked in a breath, trying to hold his emotions together.

The grip he had on me was strong but not too tight either as he buried his face on my neck, embracing me. It startled me at first, but then I let my arms wrap around his strong frame.

“You won’t”, I reassured him with sincerity as I soothed him by rubbing his back gently. Burying my face on his firm shoulder.,” You never did.”

 We stayed there for a few moments that almost lasted forever, before he moved himself away from me giving me my space.

“How can you say that. How do you know for sure?”, He said almost as a question as he stared at me softly.

“I just know.”, I told him as I held his hand in mine gently,” Trust me.”

He nodded silently at me as his blue eyes soften as he stared at mine. 

We held hands and walked towards the house. As soon as Casey opened the door and turned on the lights to the house, I rushed to my room and to my bathroom. Looking at the bruise more clearly, it wasn’t that bad but it was a bit noticeable. Laying down the icepack that I carried all the way from the diner on the pale sink. Quickly, I went to the bedroom and took my midnight clothes. Then I moved on to the bathroom and closed it behind me taking my clothes off and ready to take a shower. Letting the warmth of the water above me soothe my skin and bruises, as I let my brain and thoughts relax and escape.

....

 A few minutes after I got dressed and dried my damp,(H/L); (H/C) hair, I opened the cabinet underneath and pulled out a cream that helped with the mark. I applied it gently onto my skin, careful not to press or put pressure on it too much so it wouldn’t sting. Afterwards, I laid down on my bed wandering what I should do now. I thought writing in my diary or lyrics in my notebook could help. That and there is also my sketchbook in which I spend many ours drawing. As my feet came into contact with the floor, I made my way towards the closet and, reached my hands to the top it, where a bunch of boxes were resting in along with my composition books. Taking the books out from above the box, I accidentally stepped on a shoe as I backed away, causing me to slip from having to stand on my tippy-toes from how high the books were in the closet. Groaning, I stood up and looked at the box that was now opened and had a bunch of photos scattered around in the floor along with the three books. The sound of clatter caused my brother to yell.” Are you okay?!”, He asked from his room as I heard his voice through the thin walls with a yell. “Yeah! I just tripped.”, I yelled back letting him know I was fine. I then gazed towards the photos in the floor, ‘Shit..’, I thought in my head  as I looked at the mess,’ Better clean it up.’

As I brought the box on my neatly made bed, I then leaned down to pick the photos each one catching my eye. I then stopped to look at them, sitting on the bed. There was a boy with blonde hair and bright eyes in the picture as he smiled with a toothy grin, one of his front baby teeth being lost, as he held a large hockey stick and wore a warm uniform in the snow. The young boy looked a lot like Casey as he had the same eyes and growing blonde hair. ‘This was Casey!..”, I thought in my head as the young boy in the photo looked exactly like him, examining further as I realized it.

I then brought my attention to the box next to me looking inside and taking the top of it, placing it gingerly to the side. Inside the box, was a photo album. Taking it out and fixing it as it was all messy from the fall and impact, I looked at the photos inside it all being the same boy; sometimes younger or a bit more older and sometimes with a moan, presumably his father, along with other people I didn’t recognize or know of.’ Was this his photo album?’, I thought as I focused on some baby pictures with the same boy, having short blonde strands on his feeble head, looking curiously at the camera in pure adorableness, as he stared with a big and cute smile on his face, that made my heart melt in awe gushingly.

Flipping through the pages, I found one that caught my sight through the corner of my eye. Stopping my actions to look at it, I inspected the photo. It wasn’t just him in the photo. There was an older yet young blonde boy wearing a light blue puffed jacket with a beanie made out of wool and jeans along with dark blue gloves, and a small girl wearing a sweater underneath her warm and big jacket along with warm gloves on her tiny hands, holding a stuffed bear as they stood in the snowy winter behind them. Staring at the camera with serious yet warm expressions in their faces. It was a photo of Casey and me. 

What made it more shocking was that I remembered this day that it was taken, despite how young I was. Because it stuck to me for a very long time. It was very important to me. 

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1974, L.A. - New York (During Winter)

I was playing around in the snow as I was giggling happily at the sight of it. Aunt Donna was standing beside the car as she stared at me with a warm smile. Grandma was on the porch in her chair on the left side of the porch,

Then I saw Uncle Robert in his brown coat and bored look on his face, as he lit a cigarette on the right side, and Casey standing a few feet away from him leaning on the side of the door.

I then looked towards Auntie and rushed towards her with my tiny feet up the stairs until I reached her on the porch.

“What is it, sweetie?”, Aunt Janet asked as she saw me approach her with a sweet smile.

“Can I, please, go to the park?”, I asked her as I held the stuffed bear close to me.

“Of course.”, She said with a giggle as she walked towards me and leaned down to my level,” I won’t be able to. But I’ll ask Casey to take you.”

She then called Casey over to her, as he stood they’re groaning approaching Aunt Donna as he rolled his eyes, coming down the few set of stairs only to hit the snowy ground to stand right in front of her.

“I need you to take (Y/N) to the park, while I go to the store to pick some things.”, Aunt Janet told him as she then gave him money,” I’m trusting you to watch over her. Buy yourself and her a treat on the way here, Okay.”

She then ruffled my head and Casey’s and went towards the front of the car as she closed the door behind her, starting the car. Pulling away, she waved at me in which in return I did slowly with a gloomy face,” I’ll be back soon.”

Casey and I stood there in the road as she drove away. I went to take Casey’s hand in mine, but he then tugged it away from me rudely, giving me a mean look. I timidly looked down as he did that a bit afraid of him, cowering in fear.” C’mon dork, Let’s go.”, He said as he released a heavy sigh that turned to smoke from the cold, walking away from me.

Walking towards the park nearby, I started to rush towards the swings happily. Playing around the park, I started to look around for Casey only to realize he wasn’t there. This wasn’t the first time he has left me though. Back in school when we would leave after the school rang, we were both supposed to walk to the house together that way I was safe, but he ended up leaving me to walk alone all by myself to the house, not caring what Aunt Janet said about it, even though sometimes she herself would pick us up sometimes from school after work. Once she found out about it, she started to yell at him for doing that and grounded him. But he later sneaked away a couple of times, but I didn’t tell anything to her about it though, because Casey threaten me sometimes. 

That didn’t help me from feeling sad and lonely, though, since I was always alone most of the time. I started to walk towards the direction to the house only to be stopped by four boys around 12. 

“Looks like, we meet again crybaby.”, Tyler ,One of the boys said as he looked at me, noticing I didn’t say anything back to him,” What not gonna say anything about it?”

He then snatched my teddy bear away from me.

“Aren’t you too old to be playing with toys?”, Tyler mocked as he raised it high above me.

“G-give it back.”, I stuttered silently as tears started to prick at my eyes, trying to act tough and remembering something Casey would say when they messed with him from a few fights I have seen him in at school.” or e-else.”

“Or else what?”, He said his face contorting to anger.

Those boys were the bullies at my school. They made fun of me for liking rock music, plus many other things and would embarrass me in front of the whole class with they’re stupid and cruel pranks, they would also harass me constantly nonstop afterschool. They would push me or fight me a bunch of times. No one knew about it though, because I was scared and just weak. Sometimes, I would come to school with bruises on my knees or arms or I would wet myself on the bed because of how panicked I was, even my Aunt notice it and ask me about it. But I would brush it off as a nightmare or that I accidentally tripped on my. There was one person who did though, Casey. I knew because the fights were always after school and he would just stand there from a distance watching me as he drank from a bottle of booze that if Auntie saw he would get punished for it.

“Hey! Did you hear me, you little bitch.”, He shouted at me as he grabbed me by my shoulders shaking me violently.

“L-let me go.”, I told him as he gripped my arms tightly,” Y-you’re hurting me.”

He then shoved me hard on the floor as he then stood above me.” Ouch!”, I yelled as he kicked me making me tear up from the pain.

“Aww, the little baby’s gonna cry.”, One of the boys said as the other two chuckled cruelly at me.

Tyler then snatched my hair as my back was towards him on the ground, then pressing my head against the ground.

The other boys then started to gang up on me and surround me as I felt small beneath their gaze. 

They all started kick me, each impact of their feet making me tear up and suffer much worse. It didn’t help it either that they were wearing shoes. I begged them with tears in my eyes to stop, but they only kept kicking me and mocked me for being weak.

I begged and cried I then scooted away from them with as much force as I could to my already throbbing legs, I then felt my leg being grabbed. As reflex and defense, I used my other leg to kick the person hard in the face causing them to let go of my leg and grab at their face, groaning. I then leaned both of my arms as I looked at the person that snatched my leg ,Tyler,  in shock at what I did. 

As he let his hand fall away from his face I notice his lip begin to drip with something red as he spit some on the ground, tainting the pure white snow with it. He then looked at his hand as hand that had a few drops of them and stared at me with a steely look that could kill anyone.

“I-i’m sorry.”, I whimpered out as I sniffed out, still scooting away from him as I laid at my side, looking at him with tears in my eyes, my nose red from the cold and from crying too much in agony. 

“You are so dead.”, He said with a dark stare as he angrily approached me. Tyler then snatched my hair as my back was towards him on the ground, then pressing my head against the ground., ” No one is gonna fucking hear you, because you are the annoying, fat , weak, freaky ,little crybaby that you are. You hear me!”

Hearing these words made me tear up even more making my cheeks red and damp as he kicked me with each word said in my ear, it also got me thinking if whether that was true or not. If I was really alone right now, that no one was gonna help me. I then laid my head down as I kept crying silently, giving up.

The boys kept kicking me of course, as I begged them to stop. Then suddenly I heard someone yell.

“What the fuc-!”, Before they were cut off.

Tyler’s grip on my hair loosened as he watch the scene, giving me the perfect time to quietly escape from his grasp. Hissing and groaning slightly from the suffering that was inflicting my body. I tried to crawl away from the scene. I then looked over my shoulders to see a boy with blonde hair on top of someone punching Tyler’s face over and over again. Only to stop and get off of them. The boy then turned around to look at me only for their face to be recognized. It was Casey, who’s nose was dripping red with blood. He then rushed towards me and leaned down, with his eyes wide and sucking a breath as he saw my state. He then looked towards the boys who were helping Tyler out from the floor. Breathing heavily in the middle of a panic attack, I curled into a ball crying silently.

“Do you need a fucking hint?”, Casey yelled at them his eyes pissed with furiousness in them as he pierced them with his intense stare.,” Fuck off!”

The boys as soon as they heard that dashed away, dragging Tyler along with them. 

Casey ignoring them and looking at my traumatized face, with guilt and regret.

“Fuck!”, He said as he looked at my legs and arms.

“Y-you’re hurt.”, I whimpered out as I was still curled into a ball looking at him.

“What.”, He said as he looked at me with worry.

“You got hurt because of me! I’m sorry!”, I cried out as I closed my eyes letting my tears to fall down my already puffed and red cheeks. Casey seeing this panicked and held my shoulders gently. “No no no no It’s not okay. Forget about the fucked up nose. I’m fine. Okay.”

He then extended his hand towards me which I took in mine with a tremble. Helping out from the snow.

He then hugged me tightly all of a sudden, catching me by surprise and making me flinch but later I, with shaking and feeble arms in pain, embraced him back, as I sniffled. Calming down from the embrace, Casey softly and slowly released me letting his hands to fall on my shoulders. “You wanna go on the swings.”

I then nodded sadly as I sniffled, he then grabbed my hand gently, not letting it go or shooing it away. I in return gripped it tightly, afraid that it would soon disappear from my hands as I stuck closely by him shaken a bit still from what  happened.

We then walked silently towards the park again. I couldn’t help but look at his nose in shame as it kept dripping, staining his shirt.

“Y-you’re nose. its red.”, I told him in a whisper only for him to look towards me.

“What?”, He asked as he kept walking, his feet scrunching beneath the snowy white ground.

“Y-you’re nose is red.”, I commented this time a little louder so he could hear me clearly.

“Yeah, No shit sherlock.”, He said sarcastically as he looked ahead, making me looked down sadly. Casey noticed this and muttered a small ‘sorry’ to me

We spend the rest of the day, on the park hanging on the swings. Casey sitting on one of them next to me, and I on the other as we both held hands, afraid to say any words or to let go.

“Casey....” I spoke quietly not looking at him.

“Yeah...”, He said as he didn’t look at me as well.

“Do you think I’m annoying and a freak?”, I asked weakly as casted my eyes down sadly at the white and pale snow on the ground.

“Well.....no.”, He said as he turned his head away,” I think you are a whole lot  more than those things.”

“You mean it.”, I said as I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes I do. Trust me.”, He said as he squeezed my tiny hand into his large warm one for comfort and to reassure me.

“What if those bullies come back?”, I asked worriedly as my hand and body stiffened at the thought, suddenly unmoving.

“They won’t”, He said with confidence as he looked towards me with soft eyes.

“How do you know for sure?”, I asked him not convinced with his answer or trusting his words, filling my mind with doubt.

“Because, I will kick their asses again if they do.”, He said firmly as he held my hand in his tightly and softly as he squeezed them.,” and  I- I will always be there for you....”

“I promise”

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{AUTHOR’S NOTE}

Hello again dear reader’s this is the last part of the prologue. We finally met our adorable and crazy Tommy in this one. I hope I wrote his personality and his character as I accurate as I can. This took me a lot to write too. Anyways, thanks for anyone who reads this and loves it as much as I do. Sorry for any one who was awaiting a lot for it. Comment your thoughts about it if you liked it. Hope to see you again on the next update. Love you guys and Hoped you Enjoyed it!

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“ATSUMU!”

Said male flinches on his spot on the couch, looking around as if he committed a crime. He squeezes his eyes shut and gets up, taking careful steps towards the bathroom. He opens the door to his fuming girlfriend, who turns around the moment she hears the door creak.

“Yes, ma sweet adorable angel?” Atsumu grins—a wobbly attempt at being brave—only poking his head in the room, shielding his body behind the door. Her frown makes a shiver run down his spine. “A promise a didn’t finish the vanilla pumpkin body wash without telling ya—”

“YOU! YOU FINISHED. THE VANILLA PUMPKIN. BODY WASH. AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!” Minty bellows, flinging her hands in the air and accidentally letting the towel wrapped around her fall to the ground, flashing her damp, naked body to the setter. “IT WAS MY FAVORITE!”

“A’M SORRY, OKAY?!” the blond yells back, cheeks flushed as he slams the door shut and takes a shaky breath to calm himself down from the incredible sight he was graced with. “A’ll buy ya a new one, just—just use mine for now!”

He hears a sigh from the other side of the door, and the handle creaks slightly—he moves from his spot leaning on the wooden slab, and Minty surfaces, sporting a pout, wrapped snugly in his bathrobe. “‘m sorry,” she mumbles, stretching her hands in front of her. “Hug?”

His face softens, strong arms wrapping around her, and he pulls her close to his chest, kissing her forehead. She sighs, still pouting. “Shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“Shouldn’t have used yer body wash without telling ya.” She snorts and nuzzles her nose in his chest, mumbling. “What was that? Didn’t hear ya,” Atsumu grins, hands falling from around her to her hips—his fingers squish her flesh, poking and prodding at the soft skin. Minty puffs, holding in her giggles, but she can only do so much—she starts laughing, the sound nowhere near delicate or cute—loud, obnoxious grunts resembling a pig, with occasional pitches in her voice. “What was that?” Atsumu asks again, grinning from ear to ear, as his girlfriend doubles over from her fit.

“I said—I said you’re an idiot!” she manages, pursing her lips and letting out sputtering giggles. “Now stop that!”

“Yer lucky I love ya,” the blond taunts, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to his chest. “An’ a love ya a lot, y’know.”

“I know, ‘Tsum. I love you too.”

A comfortable silence settles around them—only to be broken by Atsumu three seconds later. “Bubs. A’m hungry.”

“We just ate breakfast.”

“Yeah, but a’m still hungry.”

“Miya Atsumu, if you’re trying to make another suggestive joke, I swear—” Minty threatens, pursing her lips. She’s never seen her boyfriend run so fast in her life.

“Move over.”

“I’m squished into the wall, you potato, where do you want me to move over?”

“A don’t know, maybe in ma arms since a’m sittin’ here like an idiot?”

“Well, keep standing there then.”

Atsumu groans, rolling his eyes. “Why are ya like this?” he asks, sitting on the bed next to the heap of blankets thrown over the huddling figure. “What did a do this time?”

“Nothing. You, at least. Now be quiet, please.”

He tilts his head, confused—what is that supposed to mean? It’s usually his stupid antics and tics that piss Minty off (like that one time he threw all of his socks in the laundry basket and she had to pair them together; it took her an hour and he was out for practice; he got an earful when he returned home), so what in the world happened? However, he notices how small and distant her voice sounds, and he deduces she probably has her eyes closed—then it hits him. He hums, hand coming to rest on top of the blankets. “D’ya wanna talk about it?” Atsumu proposes, tone soft, almost hushed, rubbing the fabric with his palm in hopes that it’ll reach her.

“...No.”

“D’ya want snacks then?” He nods when Minty mutters a weak ‘yeah’. “An’ a shitty rom-com?” Another approval. “An’ cuddles?” A hand creeps out from under the covers on top of his, and he presses a kiss to the back of it with a smile. “Comin’ back in a second.”

The door opens and closes several times before the bed dips with his weight again, and he starts prying the blankets off one by one. “There’s ma pretty baby. Hello hello,” Atsumu greets, groaning when he falls back with the intensity of the hug he receives. He wraps his arms around Minty’s figure, one hand cradling the back of her head. “Missed ya too, bunny. Ya can cry now.”

Half an hour and a box of tissues later, the blankets are thrown over the two as they enjoy their cringey movie—Minty splayed like an octopus on the blond’s chest and Atsumu playing mindlessly with a lock of brown hair. A yawn escapes the girl and she buries her face in the crook of his neck.

“Tired?” he smiles, kissing her temple, then stuffing his face with the popcorn he brought earlier. She nods, already dozing off, and he pulls the blanket over them to cover her completely, knowing how cranky she gan get from the light of the tv. “Go ta sleep then. I’ll be here when ya wake up.”

Silence settles in the room, occasional snorts and soft snores interrupting it. Minty moves around to make herself comfortable, then realizes how hot the surface she rests on is.

“Hey, ‘Tsum?” Minty chirps, earning a hum. “Where’s your shirt?”

Atsumu laughs, patting her head gently. “A never wear a shirt ta bed, bubs. Ya told me not ta, so a complied.”

“Oh. I forgot about that...”

“What ya need now is rest, not rememberin’ shit. Sleep.”

“Since when do you tell me what to do, Miya?” she huffs, eyes closed and face buried under the blankets.

“A’ll smother ya with kisses if ya don’t shut up. A wanna see Julia Roberts trip here,” he says, but his eyes are fixated on her form, love conveyed in his honey orbs.

Her snort makes him smile. Her scrunched face, her unruly hair, her pretty hand splayed on his pec.

Everything she does makes him smile.

The movie is long forgotten, playing in the background, as he falls asleep as well at some point.

Let’s hope the popcorn doesn’t get knocked off from the nightstand.