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sonasnowdrop · 1 year

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Chapter 10: familiar face

-Break the cycle-

The strong headache returns. The toon sits up, clutching her head once again.

The aspirin must be wearing off. The toon hears a distinct angelic voice.

Alice?

Azael thought. She hopped off the bed and took a peek around the corner, where she sees Alice talking to Tom.

"I won’t be gone for long, and I won’t go to far! Only up to level six, you have to stay and keep a close eye on that little toon." Alice’s voice echoed around the room. Azael stayed behind the wall to listen.

"I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? I promise." Alice said. The angel held the wolfs face in her small hands and bumped their foreheads together. She then left, Tom locking the door behind her.

The toon took a step forward, the wolfs ear twitched. He looked behind himself, Azael let go of the wall to sign.

"Why’d she leave?" Azael signed.

"Running low on supplies." Tom replied.

"Ah, what do we do?" Azael asked.

"Nothing, we wait." Tom answered.

The wolf then gestured for the little toon to go back to sleep. There’s no construct of time in this world, so it wasn’t late or early. Tom just wanted her to be outta the way, or at least that’s how Azael took it.

"Cant sleep." Azael signed quickly, taking a step forward.

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"Headache, it’s what woke me." Azael replied, tapping her forehead.

The wolf scoffed, motioning for the toon to move. She did so, Tom opened an cabinet, took out a bottle of aspirin and handing it to Azael.

How convenient.

She thought, snickering to herself.

"How convenient you have this." The toon signed while snickering.

"I have headaches a lot too." Tom signed in reply.

Oh, so that’s why. Azael took the bottle and popped it open. She poured a bunch into her hand, then Tom immediately stopped her.

"Are you crazy?? Take two only." Tom signed, taking the bottle away and dropping two in her palm.

Azael scoffed.

"I’ve taken them before, I know what I’m doing!" The toon signed quickly.

"Do you want to overdose? Take the amount I give you or don’t take it at all." Tom signed, seeming a bit annoyed.

Azael knew she’d be fine no matter how much she took, but just wanted the headache to go away. So, she took the two and her headache died down. She sighed in relief.

"Now go back to bed." Tom signed, and began to walk away.

Azael spat her tongue out, and sat down. The toon laid down, and closed her eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

A few moments passed, she opened her eyes again and got out of bed.

She felt hungry and couldn’t bring herself to sleep. Sneaking around the safe house, she had noticed Tom had fallen asleep.

She didn’t want to wake him.

he’d probably be very angry if he was woken

she thought. The little toon searched the cabinets but they were completely empty. They really were really low on supplies.

Not wanting to wait for Alice to return, the toon thought of sneaking out. Hopefully, the wolf was a heavy sleeper. She wouldn’t be out for long, just until she’d find something to ease her stomach.

The toon snuck passed Tom, she slipped the keys for the exit out his hand. Too easy, she thought.

The little toon unlocked the door, it creaked when opening.

Once outside, the toon wandered down the twisted halls, drawing marks on the wall to find her way back.

Her stomach rumbled, she groaned. The little toon stepped into the elevator her and Alice once rode in. Though recourses were scarce in the upper levels, food was quite everywhere and very easy to find.

So, Azael decided to head up, she’d only check level six and seven. She’d make it quick.

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor and dinged before opening. Azael stepped outside and took a deep breath, she wandered around a bit, making sure to stay low and out of sight.

Azael noticed a trail of bacon soup cans, she picked one up.

It was empty. In fact, they were all empty.

The toon gazed around, noticing how many bendy cutouts were around, posters too. One poster in particular caught her eye, she snatched it off the wall.

There was that same angel from the nursery, although this time she wore a black dress instead of a nurse outfit. A short imp accompanied her.

The imp seemed to be pulling the angel off of a cloud. Words on the poster read

BENDY & AZAEL in "fallen angel"

Presented in silly vision

Azael. The toon had heard that name before, that’s what Alice called her. Now that she thinks of it, she looks a lot like this "Azael" character.

Although, she had never seen "bendy" the name sounded oddly familiar. The imps appearance as well seemed familiar.

The toons thoughts were broken when a empty bacon soup can rolled to her feet. She let out a audible gasp and swung her head in the direction from where the can came from.

She spotted a pen like tail sticking out from behind a wall. The tail scrapped the ground, whoever the tail belonged to seemed to be eating and recklessly throwing soup cans about. Not even caring about how much noise they made.

Azael paused, she didn’t know who this was, but was hungry and desperately wanted to eat.

"Hey!" Azael shouted, attempting to catch the attention of whoever the tail belonged to.

The chomping noises stopped, and the tail retreated behind the wall. Taking a few steps closer Azael could now see the tails owner, or at least their shadow on the wall. The shadow was big, and monstrous. It looked like a large demon, with big horns protruding from its head, and large claws. The toon chocked, and took some steps back but she had already made herself known.

After a few minutes, the large shadow disappeared. The owner of the shadow revealing themself to Azael. The angels eyes slightly widened to see another toon. She felt very relieved.

The toon looked very familiar, Azael looked around, she then put two and two together, this toon looked almost identical to the bendy cutouts laid about. Horns and all, the only difference being they wore a very dapper suit, with short goat like legs, and ink atop their forehead that threatened to fall.

Most tenseness left the little devil toon when seeing Azael, they took a step forward, the boards creaking beneath them. When doing so, Azael felt a strange sense of dread as the devil toon got closer.

The little devil seemed to notice Azael was quite hesitant when they revealed themself, they started gesturing.

"It’s okay! I won’t harm you, who are you?" The little devil signed.

Azael was slightly surprised that they could sign, she relaxed her shoulders but kept her distance.

"Azael." The little angel replied, tho it sounded like a raspy little girls wheeze through her teeth.

"I’m Bendy." The devil toon signed.

Azael stared at them for a moment. Then, her stomach started to rumble again.

"Oh, you hungry? I have food if you want it." The devil toon walked behind the wall once more, and returned with three cans of bacon soup. Azael didn’t reply after awhile, this little toon didn’t seem dangerous but she still wanted to be careful. This was a stranger after all.

After the little angel didn’t reply, bendy took a step closer, Azael snapped out of her thoughts and stepped back.

"Don’t move. Stay." She signed, bendy stopped, the wide space remained between the two toons.

"Toss." Azael signed, bendy did so and tossed one can at a time.

Azael caught each of them, and stored them in her satchel.

"Thank you." Azael signed, bendy nodded and gave a little smile.

"Well, I have to go." Azael signed, wishing the devil toon to be safe.

Azael wanted to stay with this toon a little longer, but knew she had to go. Hoping Tom was still asleep, and Alice was still out, if she came back too late she’d definitely be in big trouble for breaking Alice’s one rule.

"W-wait!!" Bendy urgently signed and grabbed Azael arm.

When doing so, the little angel felt a sharp pain shoot up her arm, which causes her to gasp and jolt back, pulling her arm out of the little devils grip. The little devil toon, also jolted back in surprise.

When the devil toon grabbed hold of Azael, she felt a strange overwhelming feel of dread and anxiety. It was so strange, her arm burned, even though the devil toon didn’t grab that hard.

She needed to get back. Suddenly footsteps approached, but only Azael seemed surprised. Did this toon know who the footsteps belong to? She felt uneasy and reverted to the shadows, and ran away heading back for the elevator, ignoring how the little toon called after her.

The angel toon launched herself inside the elevator, the doors closed and Azael clicked the 10th floor, the elevator then descended. Her arm still burned beneath her black glove. The angel pulled her black glove down, it revealed a rash like wound where the little devil had gripped her.

The toon groaned, and attempted to force tears to fall. However, she couldn’t cry. The elevator dinged and opened. Azael held her arm and walked forward into the twisted halls. She followed her marks back to the safe house, when approaching it the door swung open. To Azaels dismay, Tom and Alice stood in the doorway, the wolf huffed, but the angel waved for Azael to come back inside.

The little toon knew she might be in trouble for leaving. She stepped inside, the door closed behind her. Alice reached her hand out, the little toon plopped the keys into Alice’s palm.

Alice noticed that Azael was holding her arm.

"Are you okay? Is your arm hurt?" Alice asked, Azael shook her head.

"It’s fine, I just fell. I’ll be okay." Azael signed, she lied. It burnt, but she chose to ignore it.

"Where have you been?" Alice asked, putting the keys into her pocket.

Azael slightly hesitated to answer. Before she could reply Tom interrupted the two.

"Doesn’t matter where you were, why did you leave?" Tom signed, Azael felt tense.

"Hungry." Azael replied, Toms face scrunched and Alice visibly frowned.

"But I got some." Azael pulled the soup cans she had got from the devil toon. She didn’t mention the devil, since she thought this would worry Tom and Alice.

Alice sighed.

"You can’t just leave like that, what if you were seen?" Alice said with concern, Tom added a nod.

"You could’ve at least woke Tom to accompany you. Don’t leave alone." Alice continued, she didn’t seem mad, just seemed disappointed. Tom however seemed a bit annoyed.

Azael nodded, Alice placed her hand atop the toons head, giving her pats.

"Here, I’ll cook these for you." Alice took the soup cans away from Azael, and cracked them open onto the stove. There was just enough for all three of them. Azael wondered if Alice found anything on her journey.

The toon looked over to see a back full of supplies, well that answers her question. After a few minutes Alice had finished cooking the soups, she slid the bowls across the table to Tom and Azael before sitting down to eat along with them.

At least Azael could be of some help. She rested her shoulders, the tension leaving her body. The toon then ate with her ‘roommates’. After while, she had completely forgotten about the devil toon.

Chapter 9 / Chapter 11

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owlclawstudios · 1 year

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Fairytale au In this au instead of mabel being the step daughter of an evil queen she started out as a servant girl for the evil queen in my au who is susie she treated Mabel horribly like her other servants.

Susie consumed by vanity and selfishness And always wanting attention

One day mabel bumped into a young man by the name henry the two became smitten with eachother over time Mabel was very kind towards others and recieved a lot of attention,

She went to sammy lawrence the man bashished in a magic mirror by susie after angering her. She asked him who is the most Desired of them all and he told it was mabel which sent susie into a jealous rage.

She had her guards arrest Mabel, bringing her to susie and she put her on trial on the charges of witch craft, and treason in reality she was just using that as a excuse to execute mabel But henry, allison and tom saved mabel and they went to their hide out

Susie wanted to get rid of mabel Will Mabel save the day or will susie have mabel's head in her hands

#fairy tale au #mabel crowley #thomas connor #allison pendle #allison connor #henry stein #sammy lawrence #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #tw mention of execution

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telekinetic-electronica · 20 days

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bendy, "ink demon", and trauma responses

I've recently got back into Bendy. (tbh this shit is never gonna be going away this has been my special interest for 7 years FDKJNDSJKFD) and I did some thinking on him again. It's crazy to me on how... dehumanized Bendy was. While, yes, he's not an actual human, but he's still, y'know a person. He has feelings, he's conscious. He just doesn't have a soul. Which brings me to this post. The Ink Demon has never been called by Bendy. Which, you're all like "well, duh. That's his ink form. His other form is his toon form, just to tell which forms apart." I know that's possible the case. But I do wanna look into this attitude a bit more. When Bendy was first created, Joey literally called Bendy a THING, and for him to lock him away because he wasn't what he wanted. His literal crime was looking scary. So, Thomas Connor and Gent by the request of Joey, locked Bendy away for... God knows how long. Tbh, it's never clear on how Bendy ever acts, but Bendy was probably scared out of his mind. Can you imagine you're finally made and some people are talking. You have no idea what's going on, but this Joey dude says that you're wrong. You came out wrong. You are a mistake. You're suppose to be loveable, silent, and small. But you're not that. You're tall, empowering, posing, and not even a real chance to prove you're not as scary as you look. You aren't even called by your name, nor the title you would gain via your infamy. You are a thing. You are not someone who has emotions or needs, a thing. You are a monster. Now, you're locked away, probably terrified, and calling for help but people around you are too scared of you to help or don't wanna face the wrath of this Joey Drew.

I think Alice said this best back in Chapter 4 of the original game. At the studio, you were in someone's pocket, or someone was in yours. The studio was a disaster pit. Even if not everything happened was "real" or w/e, Joey was still a dickhead to everyone around him. Bendy was no exception. I think Bendy probably learned the best way to survive the studio, and the harsh reality around him was to manipulate. Bendy is a pretty good manipulator, he can get into someone's head, mess with them, and still taunt them. No one is born or created evil. That's a learned method.

In extreme cases of trauma, many people are in survival mode and thinking about themselves to survive, and how they can get by. This is because their safety, wants, and needs weren't being met. Not to mention, Joey and Gent just threw Bendy into the cartoon world, probably to just lock him away forever. Joey locked Bendy up for God knows how long, and now he's in this like- cartoon world version of the studio. He goes from nothing to everything in one fell swoop. This just made Bendy retreat more into himself. It just made his coping mechanism of always having to be on top, always being in control, the one everyone needs to fear. Because, fuck it.

If he's so horrible, if he's so monstrous, if he's so terrible, than he'll just become it. Minus when Bendy meets Audrey in his toon form, Bendy doesn't have anyone. Bendy has never been shown any warmth, kindness, or love in his entire life. The only thing he does know is pain, suffering, coldness, been abandoned, and been made out to be a monster. Which brings me to this - no one has every called the Ink Demon by his real name.

Even when he's technically no longer being locked away, and ruling the cartoon studio, he's still been dehumanized. Or never seen as a fellow victim of the machine and Joey. Everyone has said to BEWARE the Ink Demon, look out for him, and watch your back. The one rule down there was always beware the Ink Demon. Hell, Bendy calls himself the Ink Demon. Bendy has just embraced the title of being seen as this almighty, opposing figure. People either blindly worshipped him or feared him. They never saw him as someone who was unjustly hurt. Unjustly locked away and abandoned. Unjustly painted as a monster because he didn't turn out the way Joey wanted him to be.

You know who has called Bendy by his name? Someone, for the first time, called him by his real name and not some title?

Audrey.

Audrey is the first person to show Bendy any kindness or warmth. While, yes, it was in his toon form. He actually gets treated like a person. Someone who has emotions, and even APOLOGIZED when she, on accident, hurt him. And Hell, dude accepts it! I really hope, going forward, as a way for Bendy to heal when he's in his Ink Demon form, Audrey shows him the same compassion and kindness in that form of his. But she also calls him by his name. Bendy. Not to mention...

The cycles are interesting to me. It could possibly just being a plot thing. But it could be seen as a continuing of generational trauma and toxicity, and Audrey is the one who stops it. Joey clearly has some shit going on. He hates not being in control and wants to be in control of how other people perceive him. So, he turns out destructive towards everyone. Which is... eerily similar to how Bendy treats his own trauma. Bendy and Joey were physically and emotionally destructive to the people around them. It's also kind of sad because Bendy thinks he's in control of the studio. Dude says it's his domain, when Joey was still in control all along.

Bendy is continuing that toxic cycle. Then Wilson comes along and projects his own trauma, and issues. While the cycle stopped, Wilson didn't make it any better, and probably made the cycle for everyone in the studio just worse. By Audrey having the book now, she's putting a stop to the generational trauma via helping out everyone still trapped and helping Bendy out. That's why I've been calling Ink Demon, Bendy.

Because that's his name, after all.

ADD ON-; I just wanna say that Bendy was HARDCORE self projecting on Audrey near the end. I also wanna touch on Bendy and suffering. Bendy was so miserable, and had nobody he just gave into his own suffering, and became the Ink Demon. If he has to suffer, he's going to make everyone else in the studio suffer. He only found any purpose was in harming others. Also, obvious disclaimer this doesn't justify what he does to the people he has hurt. It explains it, doesn't justify it.

It's just downright depressing that he thinks he had no purpose, his existence was a lie, thought of himself as a mistake, and monster. To be frank, I wouldn't be surprised if Joey called Bendy a monster or a mistake. He did call Bendy a THING after all. I really hope Bendy does get to heal and realize his purpose doesn't need to be him suffering and he can have SOME peace.

#i prolly thought too deeply into this but idc #batdr #batim #bendy #bendy audrey drew #bendy ink demon #toon bendy #bendy joey drew #bendy wilson arch #bendy and the dark revival ink demon #bendy and the dark revival joey drew #bendy and the dark revival audrey drew #bendy and the dark revival wilson #bendy analysis #abuse tw #batdr analysis #toon bendy analysis

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 1 year

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how many pet snakes do you have, if i may ask? and what species do you have?

It can vary, depending on rescues and such, but generally there's almost always over 50 and less than 100 snakes in my house. I have about 35 permanent residents who are my own personal pets, and most are trained ambassador snakes that I use in programs - snakes with jobs, if you will.

This is a moment where, before I gush about my wonderful snakes, it's important to stress that I'm a professional and a lot of these snakes are either work-related (wild snakes that couldn't be rehomed) or have important jobs (ambassadors). Many people will not have the resources, space, or time to have so many snakes. Three rooms of my house are nothing but floor-to-ceiling snake enclosures, and I have the experience to make this many snakes as hassle-free as possible, but it's still a massive time and monetary commitment. Being a professional means I have the resources to have so many snakes - I get enough free food to feed many snakes for free, ambassador snakes' needs get at least partially subsidized by my workplace, etc.

Now for the fun part!

For my own pets (including ambassadors), I have three Brazilian rainbow boas (AJ, Keshet, and Shoshanna), one Colombian rainbow boa (Connor), three cornsnakes (Arwen, Cosmo, and Marianne), five ball pythons (Thomas, Fucking Fred, Miriam, Nadja, and Neo), one pine snake (Grisha), four Western hognoses (Eowyn, Sirius, Golde, and Daisy), two black ratsnakes (Kalev and Memphis), one Trans Pecos ratsnake (Stede), one Japanese ratsnake (Claudia), one Russian ratsnake (Jojo), three California kingsnakes (Deacon, Viago, and Reysel), one Florida kingsnake (Laszlo), one Mexican black kingsnake (Ed), one Children's python (Wonambi), one anthill python (Myndie), two Solomon Island ground boas (Merlin and Gwen), two boa constrictors (Haskel and Bentley), one Kenyan sand boa (Roswell), and one African house snake (Evangeline).

Of my pet snakes, the only ones who aren't trained ambassadors are Shoshanna, Cosmo, Sirius, Daisy, Viago, Merlin, and Gwen. Connor's a retired ambassador. Miriam, Stede, Ed, and Reysel are all currently training to be ambassadors - Miriam will be replacing Thomas so he can enjoy retirement.

As I've mentioned before, I work at a wildlife center, and when we get wild snakes that are unreleasable and there's no space for them at the center for whatever reason, I'm often the one who takes them, because I have the means and experience to do so. I hesitate to call these snakes my pets, because they're not - they're wild animals. I currently have a handful of black ratsnakes, a couple pine snakes, one Eastern hognose, and a couple milksnakes.

Beyond that, I handle overflow when the rescue I volunteer with runs out of room (which happens pretty often). That's mostly ball pythons and corns, and I keep a spare 15-foot enclosure just in case there's ever any Burms or retics who need a place to crash until they can find a home.

So, yeah! Lots of snakes in my house!

#not a rating #my snakes

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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It Lives Within Survey Results!

Hey everyone! During our two week break, we decided to share the results of the survey! We received 641 responses, and give a big thank you to everyone who participated!

Since this a long post with many images, we'll show the results under the cut.

How often do our players play the new chapters?

64% of our players play the chapter each week, 21% download it most weeks, and 14% are waiting for more chapters to release before continuing.

How may different saves/playthroughs do our players have?

1. The majority of players (44.3%) have between 2-4 saves

2. Second, 20% of players have 8+ saves

3. 18.1% of players have 4-7 saves

4. The least common response was actually only one save, with only 17.6% of players having one save.

MC Customization Choices

(As a reminder, these are the three body types, with Body Type 1, Body Type 2, and Body 3 in the order below 👇)

Love Interest Rankings

IT LIVES WITHIN

Who does your main ILW MC romance?

1. Round of applause for Abel Flint being the most popular LI, clocking in at 28.3% of players and 181 votes!

2. Second place goes to Lincoln McQuoid, at 22.1% and 141 votes.

3. Jocelyn Wu is in third, with 16.6% and 106 votes.

4. Amalia de León is in fourth, with 9.7% and 62 votes.

5. Matthias McQuoid (unofficial LI??) is in fifth, with 6.3% and 43 votes.

For those who said they couldn't decide, we asked them to list who they were having a hard time choosing from. Lincoln was mentioned most often as a point of indecision, being listed 66 times as someone they couldn't decide between, Abel was mentioned second most at 50 times, Matthias was mentioned third most at 38 times, Amalia was mentioned fourth most at 37 times, and Jocelyn was mentioned 34 times.

IT LIVES IN THE WOODS

Who does your main ILITW MC romance?

1. The first place honor for most popular ILITW LI goes to Connor Green, at 23.1% and 147 votes!

2. Noah Marshall takes second place, at 20.9% and 133 votes.

3. Andy Kang is in third, with 11.6% and 74 votes.

4. Ava Cunningham takes fourth, with 9.7% and 62 votes.

5. Stacy Green comes in fifth, with 8.6% and 55 votes.

6. Lucas Thomas is in sixth, with 6.1% and 39 votes.

7. Dan Pierce clocked in at seventh, with 4.2% and 27 votes.

For those who said they couldn't decide which LI to choose, Noah was listed most frequently as a point of indecision, with 90 mentions. Connor was second most, at 50 mentions, Dan was third, at 39 mentions, followed by Andy at 29, Lucas at 16, Ava at 11, and Stacy at 2.

ILW LI Gender Breakdown

Here are the MC gender splits for the ILW LIs + Matthias!

How did It Lives Within meet expectations?

We are so honored by the results to this question. We asked if ILW was better than expected, just as good as expected, if you had no expectations, or if it was worse than expected, and we were blown away the 77.5% of the responders said that it was better than they expected:

We thank all of our players, followers, and fans for your incredible support, love, and participation in this fandom. There are no words to express how grateful we are for you, and it's an honor to create and share this game with you.

Thank you to all who participated, and we hope you enjoy seeing the results of the It Lives Within player survey!

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cadybear420 · 3 months

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My Top 10 Choices LIs!

For the International Fanworks Day event hosted by @choicesfandomappreciation.

Aiden Zhou

Aiden Zhou Lucas Thomas

Aiden Zhou Tyler Woods

Aiden Zhou Michael Harrison

Aiden Zhou Andy Kang

Aiden Zhou Ajay Bhandari

Aiden Zhou Tom Sato

Aiden Zhou Maria Flores

Aiden Zhou Liam Rys

Aiden Zhou Imtura Tal Kaen

Honorable Mentions: Connor Green, Ava Cunningham, Parker Shaw, Hayden Young, Grayson Prescott, Ian/Ina Kingsley, Skye Crandall, Emma Hawkins, Caleb Mitchell, Kamilah Sayeed, Adrian Raines, Jax Matsuo, Lily Spencer, Kepler (ATV), Charlie King, and probably more that I can't be assed to mention now

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #choices stories we play #choicesfanworksday

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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parenthood part thirteen: invidious

a/n: happy sunday babies!!! hope you enjoy this :) have a great day!

warnings: kissing, mentions of sex, swearing, consumption of alcohol

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

A silent debate begins in Rafe’s head as to why he feels as though Midsummers is suffocating him. He wonders if it’s the fact that his daughter scampered off with her three year-old date, Noah Smith, the second they arrived. Or, maybe, that he’s watched his wife and son dance all night while he takes care of business with his father.

Truthfully, Rafe Cameron knows why Midsummers is suffocating him. Every year, Midsummers is a great time for Ward and Rafe to bring in new clients and talk business over a few drinks. Every year, Rafe separates from you so he can do this, watching you enjoy yourself from afar. And every year, Rafe Cameron remembers the first time you were his date. He remembers how he let you leave, only to get a call that you’d been in an accident.

He remembers how he almost lost the only girl he’s ever loved.

Sucking in a deep breath, Rafe rises from the table of men, excusing himself to get a new drink, while he tugs his tie loose from his neck. He can’t breathe, he thinks, and you’re too far away from him for him to think straight.

He drops by the bar and requests a fresh drink, snatching it up the second it’s placed in front of him. He downs about half of it, then steps over to the edge of the deck to find you. You’d picked a champagne color for your dress this year; the same color that now hangs loosely from Rafe’s neck. He smiles as he watches you dance with Connor, spinning him around and then placing him down for him to try and spin you.

As if you can feel him, you glance over to the deck and blow Rafe a kiss, then pick up Connor and tell him to wave. He does; giving Rafe a wide smile.

That’s when something in Rafe’s brain snaps.

He turns and quickens his pace as he walks, desperate to get to Ward and tell him that he’s out for the night. That he has a family, and he wants to spend the evening with them, and business can wait until Monday.

“You’re Rafe Cameron, aren’t you?”

Rafe comes to a halt, the woman in front of him suddenly visible. He furrows his brows as he stares at her, wondering who she is and how she knows him.

“Yes ma’am,” he says cautiously, “Do I know you?”

She laughs at that, swinging her hair off her shoulder and stepping closer to him as she does so.

“Not yet,” she smiles, “I’m Maria. I think you know my grandfather, Thomas.”

Rafe nods, relaxing a bit as he realizes she’s a prospective client’s granddaughter. Politely, Rafe holds out his hand, giving her a friendly smile.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” he says.

“You, too. I just wanted to introduce myself. I saw you sitting with my grandfather and I just thought we could get to know each other.”

Rafe glances around then, wondering somehow if the wedding band on his left hand has disappeared. When she takes another step toward him, he steps back.

“Are you considering using Cameron Development on your next project?” Rafe asks.

She laughs, “No. I’m a senior at UNC, I’m just here for the summer.”

“Right,” Rafe nods, laughing a bit himself, “Well, I—”

“Oh, shoot. That’s my friend, Alexis,” Maria points off behind Rafe, “Listen, maybe I could just give you my number and we could meet up later or something?”

Rafe lets out a louder laugh then, tucking his hands into his pockets and smirking. He turns his head, his eyes meeting yours as you stand by the steps with Connor, raising a playful brow at him.

“Um, Maria, did you tell your grandfather you were coming up to me?”

She furrows her brows, becoming defensive as she realizes her game isn’t working as easily as she hoped. Her arms cross over her chest, hoping Rafe will steal a glance, but he doesn’t.

“Like I said, I’m a senior in college. I don’t need my grandfather’s permission. It’s not like I’m your client.”

“For sure,” Rafe nods sarcastically, enjoying himself a bit too much, “It’s just — well, there’s this girl—”

“I’m not looking for anything serious,” she rolls her eyes.

“Mhm. That’s cool. Uh, just — see that woman over there?” Rafe questions her, moving to stand beside Maria as he points to you and Connor, “The one with the little boy?”

“Yeah,” Maria shrugs, “So?”

“She’s gorgeous, huh?”

She shrugs again, “She’s fine.”

Rafe’s face falls, and when Maria catches sight of this, she takes a step back.

“That’s my wife,” Rafe informs her, “And our six year-old son, Connor. I’ve got a daughter, too, she’s the cutest thing you’ll ever see. She’s running around here somewhere.”

Maria’s jaw falls open, and when she turns to look up at Rafe, her eyes are lined with shock and apologies.

“You’re married?” she hisses, “And you have two kids already?”

Rafe grins proudly, “Oh, yeah. I’ve been in love with her since I was six years old.”

“Oh,” Maria frowns, “Um, I’m sorry.”

Rafe shakes his head, “My brother-in-law is around here somewhere, and he’s exactly who you’re looking for. I’ll tell him to meet you at the bar.”

Hesitantly, Maria nods, “Okay. Sorry again.”

“I’ll pass that along to my wife,” Rafe nods, “Enjoy your evening, Maria.”

Without a second glance, Rafe steps away from her and toward the steps, anxious to get to the bottom. To you. He gives you a teasing smile as he descends, making you laugh.

“Charming all of the tourons, I see,” you joke.

“Ha ha,” he grunts, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in, “I guess I still got it, huh?”

You snort, “Sure.”

“Got what, Dad?” Connor asks.

“Still got my good looks, kiddo,” Rafe grins, earning a roll of the eyes from you, “Don’t you think so?”

Connor shrugs, “I guess.”

“No, seriously, baby, she apologized,” Rafe tells you, watching your brow arch higher and higher, “She didn’t realize, I guess.”

“Right,” you nod sarcastically, “Someone as handsome as you would be here alone.”

Rafe’s smile widens, and just as he tugs you even closer, Connor starts squirming in your arms.

“There’s Uncle Top!” he cheers, “Gotta go. Kiss, Mama.”

You smile and give him a kiss, leaning him forward so he can give Rafe one, too, then set him down and watch as he rushes over to his uncle. You’re not surprised at all when Rafe pulls you close again, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“You look so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispers, “Did you know that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, grinning like a fool, “My husband told me. Right before he flirted with another girl right in front of me.”

“Stop,” he groans, “I didn’t flirt.”

“Sure,” you reply sarcastically.

“I told her I’ve been in love with you all my life,” he continues, “I think she got the message.”

“I’m not so sure she did.”

“Yeah? You think I should seal the deal?” he smirks.

You nod, “I think you have to.”

He grins and leans forward, kissing you like it’s his last time doing so. Your knees go weak, forcing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders so you don’t fall over. For a moment, you forget where you are. All you can feel, all you can taste, is Rafe.

“Excuse me,” Scott’s voice brings you back to reality, “This is a family party.”

You break apart from Rafe with a laugh, wrapping both hands around his bicep and holding onto him for support.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“I’m sure you are,” he rolls his eyes, “Where’s your girl, Cam? I need a Josie hug.”

“She’s with Maddie and Noah.”

“What’s going on?” you ask Scott, “Is everything okay?”

Scott shrugs, but his expression reads sadness, “Mae canceled our date for tomorrow night.”

Mae, the girl Scott has had a huge crush on — the same one he got drunk over at Josie’s birthday party — had finally accepted Scott’s request to go out to dinner. They went out once, and afterward, Scott told you he was convinced he’d fallen in love. Apparently, Mae doesn’t feel the same.

“I’m sorry, Scott,” you frown, “Did she give you a reason?”

He shrugs again, “Not really.”

“Are you okay, man?” Rafe asks him.

“I’m really trying not to drink,” he confesses, seemingly blurting it out, “I think I’m gonna go find Jo or Connor. I need a distraction.”

“We’ll come with you,” you say, tugging Rafe forward.

The three of you start off walking through the crowd, figuring Maddie took the kids to the play area around the other side of the Club. Josie and Noah are on the swings, Maddie pushing them and listening to them giggle.

As you get closer, you watch as Noah’s swing starts to match the pace of Josie’s, and he reaches out his hand without hesitance. She accepts it and they even each other out, going up and down at the exact same time. You make eye contact with Maddie and pout, all while Rafe shakes his head beside you.

“You don’t have to take care of them all night, Mads,” Rafe calls as the three of you approach.

“It’s fine,” she smiles, “Kelce is drinking and I — don’t want to.”

You catch her almost misstep, but you don’t call her on it. You’d known for a bit now about her pregnancy, but she still hasn’t said one word about it.

“Daddy!” Josie yells when she sees him, trying to stop her swing.

Rafe chuckles and breaks away from you to get to her, catching her easily when she launches herself off of her swing.

“Hi, princess. Have you been playing?”

She nods, “Yes, but my ponytail came out. Can you fix it? Please?”

“Of course,” Rafe nods, stealing a glance at Scott, “Will you give Uncle Scott some love before I do?”

Josie nods again, and when Rafe sets her down, she takes off to Scott. He squats down and brings her into his embrace, letting his eyes shut as he squeezes her tight.

“Hi, lovebug,” he whispers, “You look beautiful. Did you know that we match?”

Josie furrows her brows and pulls back to look him in the eye, “How?”

“My tie,” he explains, “Same pink as your dress. You know what that means?”

She smiles, “I’m your date.”

“The best one, too,” he grins, tapping her nose with his finger, “Will you come dance with me?”

“Daddy has to fix my hair first,” she tells Scott.

He nods and releases her, letting her run back to Rafe. He kneels down and gathers her hair up, doing his best to make it look as good as it did earlier, and uses the extra hair tie he brought on his wrist in anticipation of this happening.

You step over to Maddie, who is self-consciously tugging on her dress in between pushes to Noah’s swing.

“Are you feeling okay?” you ask her.

She nods, “Yeah. Just been a little tired lately.”

You want to blurt it out. You want to tell her that you know, and you’re sorry you know, but you’re so happy for her. Instead, you give her a smile and pat her arm.

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”

You earn a smile from her at that, and a part of you feels victorious.

“Thanks, hun. It’s just one of those times, you know? Kelce is working extra hours, and Noah’s rebelling a little. I think he’s testing me.”

“What do you mean?”

You watch Maddie’s eyes avert to the ground, biting her lip as if she wants to tell you something, but can’t. You don’t push her; instead, you wrap her in your arms and rub her back, letting Noah’s momentum carry him for a few seconds.

“It’s just a little hard right now,” she whimpers.

“You’re gonna be okay, Mads. I promise. You have all of us.”

You squeeze her, then release, pulling back to wipe the moisture from under her eyes. She gives you a grateful smile and a nod, letting you know she heard you.

“I think I’m gonna go find Kelce,” she says to you quietly, “I want to go home and rest.”

“That’s a great idea. You deserve it,” you smile.

Maddie looks up at you and opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again. You wait, hoping maybe she’ll blurt it out and you won’t have to pretend anymore.

“Are you free tomorrow?” she asks.

You nod, “Yeah. Want to do brunch?”

“Yes. I have something I want to talk to you about.”

You grin, already desperate to hear it, “Okay. Sure. That sounds great.”

She pulls you in for a hug, then reaches out to carry Noah away. He gives you a smile and you lean down to kiss his forehead, then promise Maddie you’ll see her tomorrow.

Just as Maddie starts away, Rafe’s hand sneaks itself around your waist, pulling your back to his front.

“Oh,” you smirk, “Is that my husband? The seducer of women?”

“Sweetheart,” he says sternly, “I was an innocent victim in that scenario. I was trying to get to you.”

You turn around in his arms and smile, locking your hands behind his neck, “Were you?”

He nods, “Yes. I was hoping you saved me a dance.”

“I think I can fit you in,” you tease, “What about your dad?”

“You think I’m thinking about my dad when you’re in this dress?” He raises a brow.

You laugh and draw him in closer, glancing over his shoulder to wave at Scott and Josie, who are heading back to the party.

“I mean, what about the work stuff?”

Rafe shrugs, “It’ll be there on Monday. I want to dance with my wife.”

The smile on your face makes it all worth it to him. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, then one to your lips, then the opposite cheek. You start to laugh, and when he shifts down to your jawline, you squirm.

“Public place, Cameron,” you joke.

“We’ve fucked in this Club about as many times as we’ve fucked at home.”

You swat his shoulder, “No, we haven’t.”

“So, let’s add one more to the count,” he grins, “Make it even.”

“We have children!”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure we conceived one of them right in—”

“Enough,” you silence him, “Let’s just go dance.”

“Right, sex later.”

His cocky, arrogant grin makes you shake your head as he takes your hand. He starts to lead you away, letting your smile fill him to the brim with happiness, knowing he made the right choice leaving his meeting.

“Flirt with another girl, and we won’t be having sex later,” you grunt, keeping your smile down as you tease him.

“Jesus, baby, I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll forgive you this time, Cameron.”

He laughs, watching you do the same. He leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, mumbling a few words against your skin that fill your heart right up.

“You’re always going to be enough for me, Y/N.”

Rafe spins you around, loving the way it makes you laugh every time he does. Connor had somehow found his way to Rose, who holds him close as she dances. Topper and Scott spend their evening arguing over who gets to dance with Josie, ultimately opting to let her decide when she announces ‘switch!’.

Eventually, Josie gets tired and Scott carries her to a table, where he sits and lets her cuddle up on his chest. She falls asleep instantly, and when you catch Scott’s eye, you know it’s exactly what he needs to make him feel better.

“I should go check on my brother,” you tell Rafe.

He nods in agreement, “Okay, baby. I’m gonna go harass Top at the bar.”

He laughs as you roll your eyes, but your motions come to a halt when you run a hand through his hair.

“Don’t be gone long,” you murmur.

“From you?” he questions, “Never. Kiss.”

You grin and stand up on your tiptoes — even in heels, Rafe towers over you — giving him a kiss just as soon as he asks for one.

“Love you,” you whisper.

“Love you more,” he answers, kissing your cheek, “Go before I bring up bathroom sex again.”

You laugh, stepping away from him and letting your hand fall away. Scott braces himself when he sees you coming, knowing you’re gonna want to talk to him about his problems with Mae. You watch him tense, squirming slightly in his chair but careful not to wake Josie.

“Hey,” you say, “Mind if I sit?”

“Of course not,” he replies.

You take a seat in the plastic chair, watching Josie’s even breaths fall in and out of her body as she snoozes.

“I’m proud of you,” you tell him, “You knew you were gonna drink and you held yourself accountable. Stated what you needed to get you through it. That’s very mature, Scott.”

He smiles, running a hand over Josie’s hair as he stares down at her in admiration, “It’s this girl. She makes me want to be better. For her.”

He tucks his head down and kisses her hair, then settles his arms around her again. You smile as you watch him.

“She loves you so much. And, look, if Mae—”

“I’m giving up,” he interrupts you, “It’s too much. I can’t handle it. I have no fucking idea how Rafe did this for so long, Y/N. I’m sick every day, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I want to drink it all away every day, and sometimes, I do. And I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I want to be present for my family, and even if I’m single for the rest of my life, I’m not gonna be the sad, alcoholic uncle that everyone hates to be around. Both your kids deserve better than that.”

Slowly, you nod, “We’re here for you while you figure it all out, okay? You better not hesitate to call me.”

Scott laughs then, shaking his head back and forth as if that idea is ridiculous to him somehow. You furrow your brows, but he shrugs.

“You have a whole family to care for. I’m not gonna call you every time I feel like having a drink.”

“Why not?” you fire back.

“Because—” he sighs, “Because you have enough on your plate. You don’t need my ass calling you—”

“You’re my brother, Scott,” you remind him, “And you’re not alone. Come to the house whenever, call whenever, I don’t care. The kids love you and I love you and Rafe loves you, and we want what’s best for you.”

He stares at you for a minute, his brows furrowed as he assesses your seriousness. You stare back, daring him to continue arguing with you. Slowly, he nods his head.

“Fine,” he agrees, “I appreciate it. And you know I love you, too.”

“I know,” you smile.

Scott laughs and shifts in his chair, eyes going wide when Josie groans on his chest. You watch as she flutters those eyes open, moving her head against Scott’s chest to take in her surroundings.

“Uncle Scott?” she asks, “‘M hungry.”

“You are, baby girl?”

“Mhm. Want ‘Donalds.”

He grins and flickers his eyes up to you. You know he’s ready to get up and drive her to McDonalds just because she wants it, making you shake your head at how spoiled she is. Scott raises a brow, and silently, you nod in approval.

“We can go,” he tells her, watching her eyes widen, “Why don’t you go find Bubby and see if he wants to go, too?”

“Really?” she sits up on his lap, “Bubby gets a milkshake. But he can’t have any of my fries, okay?”

Scott laughs, “Okay, lovebug. Give me a kiss.”

Josie’s arms lock around his neck as she pecks his chin, missing his mouth entirely. Scott’s smile just widens at that, and he helps her down so she can go get Connor.

“Thank you,” you say to him.

He nods, keeping his eyes on Josie, “You’re lucky, you know. You have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You swallow, your heart aching as you watch him watch Josie. You’ve always known Scott has qualities all fathers should, and with the way he watches both of your kids, you feel as though he has to have kids someday.

“It will happen, Scott. And you know what?” you stand from your chair, earning his attention, “If you love Mae, you shouldn’t give up on her. Maybe she’s like you. She just needs a little encouragement.”

You walk away from him before he can say anything to refute your statement; instead, going to find Rafe and Topper at the bar.

“Hi, boys,” you greet, purposefully pressing yourself up against Rafe when he reaches for you.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he grins, then leans down and presses his lips to your ear, “Any particular reason you’re trying to get me hard?”

You shrug innocently, taking his glass from his hand and sipping on his drink. Rafe just laughs while Topper downs his glass, requesting another from the bartender.

“Where are the kids?” Topper asks.

“Scott’s gonna take them to McDonalds,” you inform both of them, giving Rafe a teasing smirk, “We’re off the parent hook for a little bit.”

You watch it click in Rafe’s mind, and when his hand meets your hip, pressing you even further into him, you smile.

“That’s good. I was wondering where Connor got his dancing skills, given the two of you fucking suck,” Topper laughs.

“Hey!” you protest.

“Mama!”

You turn at the call, recognizing the sweet voice as soon as you hear it. Connor runs toward you, his little blue suit matching Sarah’s dress, and dives into your arms the second you reach for him.

“There you are,” you smile, “I’ve been missing you.”

“I was dancing with Nana,” he explains, “I missed you, too.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes,” he nods, “Uncle Scott’s taking me and Jo to McDonald’s. Want anything?”

You shake your head, heart melting at his kindness, “No thanks, handsome.”

“Okay, Mama.”

Josie remains in Scott’s arms, but she blows kisses to you and Rafe as they make their way toward the exit. You give Connor a kiss and set him down, watching him run after them. You turn around and face Rafe, stepping closer to him so Topper won’t hear you.

“Bathroom sex?”

Rafe’s eyes widen, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Meet me in five minutes.”

He groans to himself as you walk away, and just before you’re out of an earshot, you hear Topper’s voice.

“You guys are fucking disgusting.”

Rafe and Kelce join you and Maddie for brunch; the kids are still with Scott given that they decided to sleep over last night. Thankfully, the kids made it through the night and you didn’t have to go pick one of them up.

Now, you sit beside Rafe in a tank top and jeans, staring at Maddie as you desperately pray for her to just say it. Rafe, on the other hand, decides to make the brunch more interesting, given that he’s had enough of the games.

“No mimosa today, Mads?” he asks.

Maddie shakes her head, “I’m good.”

“Hm. You didn’t drink last night, either,” he pretends to ponder, “I’ve never known you as one to turn down a drink.”

“It’s Sunday morning, and I’m a mom, Rafe,” she replies, not looking up from her menu.

“Right,” he nods, sitting up in his chair, “It’s just interesting. It’s certainly never stopped the two of you before.”

You kick Rafe under the table, but he pretends not to feel it. Instead, he shifts his focus onto Kelce, who immediately jumps to defend Maddie.

“She just doesn’t want to drink,” Kelce says.

“Understandable,” Rafe replies, seemingly dropping it, “Anything new with you, Kelceo?”

“I mean, not really—”

Rafe sighs and sits back in his chair again, wrapping his arm lazily around the back of yours.

“Dude, seriously? You’re gonna bullshit me?”

Kelce’s eyes go wide, and he leans into Maddie, “Babe, I think they know.”

“They know,” Rafe confirms.

You cover your mouth as Maddie looks over at you, her eyes about as wide as Kelce’s.

“How do you know?” she asks.

You sigh, “Noah told Connor he’s going to be a big brother.”

“Oh, God,” Maddie shakes her head, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I wanted to tell you, it was just early—”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you insist, “Mads, I’m so happy for you!”

She grins, and both of you rise at the same time for a hug. Rafe remains staring at Kelce, apparently still offended that Kelce didn’t tell him.

“Man, I’m sorry,” Kelce mumbles, “You would’ve told me, I know that.”

“Yeah, I would’ve,” Rafe replies, “So, congratulations, brother. I’m happy for you.”

Kelce smiles and stands up for his own hug, and then the two of you trade Smiths to hug once more.

Once the four of you settle back in, you and Maddie discuss nursery themes and you ask what she hopes they have while Kelce and Rafe talk about how life changes with two versus one. It’s not until the middle of the meal when Rafe leans over and kisses your temple, dragging his lips across your ear as he speaks.

“Makes me want another.”

You give him a smile, “I’ll give you another, Cameron.”

He smiles wide at that, pulling you in for a kiss and ignoring the objection of PDA from Kelce.

“I love you,” he whispers, “But, I’m good with just practicing for now.”

You nod, smiling, “Me too. And I love you.”

He winks at you, “I know.”

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