#he fits on maddy's bed with room to spare

[notquiteaghost]

i am at my parents' house. my sister is here; our parents are not. because she still lives here my sister has a fancy new memory foam mattress and a double bed. i have the same twin bed i've had my whole life and a mattress that's at least a decade old

so, obviously, the dog has chosen to sleep on my bed. the sensible option.

#yelling at clouds #he's not gonna spend the whole night up here he never does #but like. we only both fit cuz he's lying On my legs #he fits on maddy's bed with room to spare #and it's not like he gets to do that all the time! when our folks are here he spends the whole night downstairs! #sleeping on ANY bed is a fun novelty why has he chosen the worse one #i am. getting cramp in my foot.

[tenisperfection]

6 x 01 drabble based off of this spoiler, pre Buck/Eddie. Happy last week of hiatus, y'all!

If Buck was being pragmatic, it would make sense to go to anyone else.

Buck knows this. Buck knows there are spare bedrooms at Hen and Karen's house and in the Grant-Nash household. He can probably move into Maddie's one bedroom she doesn't see much of these days, practically back to living with Chimney again. Albert owes him a couch to sleep on. Ravi has a one bedroom that's technically a one and a half bedroom with an office that he said Buck is welcome to.

"I can't thank you enough. The next time you need a couch to crash on, I'm there for you." Buck says, passing one of his bulging duffel bags to Eddie.

"Buck, you don't even have a couch," Chris says without glancing up from his homework. At least, Buck thinks it's his homework because his math in his day didn't look nearly as complicated as the triangles Chris is glued to.

Eddie snorts. "He's got a point," he says, walking away from the couch, which is where Buck thought they were heading. "I told you your fancy apartment would one day give you hell."

"I still don't get how there was that much flooding from one thunderstorm," Buck shakes his head. "It's not even supposed to rain that much in California."

"Climate change," Christopher chimes in, now drawing his own complicated triangle on the paper in front of him. Buck's heart leaps at the thought that he'll get to see this every day for a while now, until he finds another place.

"Yeah, thanks bud," Buck laughs. The strap of his duffel digs sharply into his shoulder, and it's then that Buck realizes Eddie's not in the room with them.

"Where did your dad go?" Buck wonders aloud and Chris points in the direction of Eddie's bedroom.

Buck murmurs a quick "Be right back" and heads towards the back of the house. The door is wide open and Buck still marvels at how indistinguishable it looks from a few months ago, teeming with plants and framed pictures, sunlight and life. Eddie's at his closet, holding a stack of neatly folded t-shirts.

"What are you doing?" Buck asks, walking in.

Eddie glances at him. "Making room for your stuff," he says. "We might have to put some of your hoodies in the linen closet for now but there's room for your shirts and pants and stuff. I think we can do a quick run to Ikea tomorrow and get a few more shelves for this closet."

"Um," Buck says, his mind refusing to let him catch up to what he's seeing. Eddie bends down to unzip one of Buck's bags and Buck watches bemusedly as he grabs a stack of pants.

"What are you doing?" Buck repeats. Eddie pauses.

"You okay, Buck?" Eddie asks. "Did you want to do the unpacking? I thought I'd help since you complained enough about the packing—"

"I thought I'd just live out of the bag," Buck blurts out. Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"Why?" he asks simply, and then, "I'm putting your pants on the top so I don't accidentally wear them."

"I don't think it would be the same fit," Buck says without thought, and it doesn't help that Eddie chooses that moment to lean up and put said pants away, drawing Buck's attention to the curve of his ass.

When Eddie looks back, there's a shadow of something in his eyes that Buck's been noticing a lot lately.

"No," Eddie says slowly. "I guess not." Eddie bends down again, this time grabbing a stack of LAFD shirts. "Your shirts though," he says casually, "those should fit me perfectly now, I think."

Buck pretends he's not staring blatantly at Eddie's arms as he attempts to pick his brain off of the floor. "Wait," he says slowly. "It's going to be a hassle coming to your room to get dressed every morning. I really think I can just shove these bags under the couch."

"You'll be in here, so why do your clothes need to be out there?" Eddie asks, frowning, like Buck's the one being ridiculous here.

"In here?" Buck asks. "In here where?"

"I thought you could take the right side of the bed like we did during quarantine, I already changed the sheets and everything and gave you a second pillow for your knee."

"For my knee," Buck echoes, because after more than a year Eddie still remembers that Buck's leg bothers him unless his knee is elevated just a little.

"Why do you look like that?" Eddie inquires. "Is something wrong?"

"I thought I was going to be on the couch," Buck says quickly. "I don't want to put you out of your bed, Eddie."

"Well, I'll still be in it," Eddie says with a small smile. Buck flushes, and he swears Eddie's eyes flicker to his reddened neck. "Besides, it won't be comfortable sleeping there every night, not when there's a large bed here." Eddie hesitates, "If you're fine with that, of course."

"We'll wake each other up when we have different shifts," Buck reminds him instead of answering. Eddie probably heard it in the thundering of Buck's heart anyway.

"We hardly have any of those anyway," Eddie responds.

Buck pauses. "I snore," he says. "You know that."

Eddie smiles. "I do know that."

He doesn't continue, and Buck lets the weight of acceptance and want wash over him. They wouldn't need to do this if Buck moved into anyone else's house. If Buck was being pragmatic, he'd remember that. But no one else's house has an Eddie and a Christopher, and if Buck lets himself admit it, Eddie isn't being very pragmatic either.

Buck lets out a disbelieving laugh. "I'm fine with that," he replies, and he can almost see the relief spread through Eddie's limbs.

"Good," Eddie says simply.

"Good," Buck echoes. "Good."

#911fic #buddie drabble #911 spoilers #911 fox #buddie

[abbatoirablaze]

Good Girl's Club, Picking Up Evie

Word Count:  821

The little girl sat nervously, her feet dangling off the bench.  She sniffled once…twice…

“You okay kid?”

Her attention went back to the door and in that instant it flung open. 

“WHERE IN THE HELL-“

“JAKE!” Maddie yelled, cutting her husband off.  Madde was holding a little boy’s hand, while balancing a baby girl on her hip, her now rounded belly giving her ample leverage as the diaper bag’s straps teetered on her shoulder. 

“Shit….sorry, I-“ but Jake cut himself off when he realized that Evie was sitting on the bench.  He cleared his throat and glared at the officer, “Why is she locked up in an office with you?”

“Mommy put me on the plane,” the little girl said nervously, kicking her feet out.  She wouldn’t meet Jake’s eyes, but instead found that of her older sister.  She gave her a sad smile, the tears still pricking at the corners of her eyes, “sh-she said she had letters and-“

“You two the guardians?” the guard asked, cutting the five-year-old off.

“Don’t cut the little girl off,” Jake growled at the guard.  He dropped to his knees but held his distance from Evie, “are you okay sweetie?”

She nodded quickly, still not looking at him, “mommy said I yours now.”

She pushed herself up off the bench, her shoes making the small pitter patter noises when they connected with the cheap linoleum.  Tyler let go of his mother’s hand and rushed his aunt. 

“WELCOME HOME IVY!”

“Evie baby,” Maddie gently reminded him, “her name is Evie, Tyler.”

“Sissy…we go home?” Evie asked sadly, still wrapped in the eager Jensen’s embrace. 

Jake looked at the guard, “we’re taking her…we’ve already signed the paperwork with the front desk.”

The guard shrugged, not really caring about what was going on.  His job as airport security would keep on going.  He turned back to his paper as Jake tapped Tyler on the shoulder.

“Let Evie breathe, bub…”

“Me and mommy and daddy and sissy helped decoray your room!” Tyler said excitedly as he backed away from Evie.  Evie felt a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.  She looked to Jake, and back to Tyler.  The little boy was a carbon copy of his father, down to the glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose. 

“I-I have my own room?”

Jake frowned, remembering how Maddie was with Trin when they moved into his place.  He looked at his wife, seeing the sad expression on her own face, and the gentle memory replaying in her own mind of when Trin had a one bedroom and made Maddie sleep on the floor. 

“You’re gonna have a whole room to yourself…”Maddie nodded, pushing her own tears away form her eyes, “me and Jake got  you a big bed, and a-“

“It looks like a princess castle!” Tyler grinned.  He pointed back to his father, “daddy and one of his friends built it to look like a castle.  It has a ladder that you can climb, and a second bed on top…we can play up there and build forts, an-“

“Bub-“ Jake warned softly, putting his hand on his son’s shoulder, “don’t overwhelm Evie…okay?”

Evie finally spared a glance at Jake.  She remembered the mean words that her own mother had spewed about the man that pushed her away, but somehow, they didn’t seem to fit with the warm personality and the kind eyes of the man in front of her. 

“We go home?”

“Yeah Evie, we can go home…” Maddie agreed.  She held out her hand and Tyler was quick to run to it and latch on.

Evie looked at Jake and ran at him, wrapping her tiny arms around his frame.  Jake sighed, feeling an instant relief as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Do you want me to carry you Evie?”

“P-please?”  she asked, tucking her face into the older man’s neck.  Jake sighed, a sad smile on his face as he heard her sniffling.  He looked to Maddie, and he noticed a tear slipping down her cheek. 

“I got you bub,” Jake said softly, scooping the little girl into his arms and standing up.  She nuzzled into his neck, and Jake could feel the tears from her face as she hid herself away from the world against him, “don’t worry bub…you’re safe now…whatever happened with Trin is done…you’re safe with me and Maddie…”

“Just go home….p-please, Mr. Jake.”

“We’ll go home, sweetheart,” Jake sighed, rubbing the little girl’s back, “Mad…you okay?”

“Yeah,” she sniffled, holding back her own emotions, “lets get you guys home…we’ll get some dino nuggets in the oven and French fries…and we’ll snuggle up and watch a movie, okay?”

“Okay!” Evie agreed, looking at her older sister as she braced her cheek against the bottom of Jake’s jaw.  Maddie’s heart tugged in her chest as she watched her husband and little sister. 

Her family finally feeling complete.

#goodgirlsclub #goodgirlsclubask #soft jake jensen #jake jensen #the losers movie #the losers fanfiction #the losers (2010)

[orleans-jester]

Dreams {Ellie HC}

The day started out like most. Alarm clock. Get up. Take a shower. Get dressed. Go down to the bakery, say hi to the staff, have breakfast, ask if any help was needed but nope, they had it under control. Take a few sweets for later. Tease dad, make a joke to mom about something or other, upstairs, work on homework. After finishing what needed to be done for the day, and the hours counted down to the right hour, tell the ‘rents she was going out, skateboard on down to the crib, make sure no one was looking while slipping into it and spending time with the crew. Maz was there now. It was the four of them, like it always should  have been.

Day after day. Some good days, like April Fools when she and Maz put worms in Babyface’s clothing drawer at the crib where he kept some spare sets. Valentine’s Day dates where it was just her and Babyface together, having a makeshift dinner and he presented her with some flowers that he picked out of someone’s garden on the way there. Shopping days with Maz. Jax finally came into his powers. He couldn’t die of ordinary means. He fell and impaled himself on a fence but he was able to climb off and was healed within a couple of hours. Completely healed. Happiness.

And there were bad days. Getting into fights among the crew over little things like treats being left out and getting ants all over the place. Accidentally freezing half of the living room when she blew out the candles on the birthday cupcake that Maz made for her. The day when Babyface did come up short on cash, due to no fault of his own, and he had to deal with the consequences and it was so hard to see him beat up like that. Bad days. Not horrible ones.

One rainy night. It was just the two of them at the crib. Jax and Maz were spending the night with the dads. Babyface’s room. Virginities were taken. It was sweet, somewhat short, but definitely special. Fumbly and awkward but there was some laughter after, because they were just too close for it to be entirely serious. There wasn’t any regret. There wasn’t any feeling of having rushed it. They’d do it again a couple of hours later. Less short that time. And then watch a movie and eating treats.

Graduation. There wasn’t actually a ceremony. It came to her in the mail. But did the Bjorgmanns throw a party? Hell yeah. Everyone was invited. Dale and Piper came back out, since things were settled in Peru by then. The crew, of course. Maddy, Bastien, Wulf brought Agnes, treats were brought out, Ellie got applause. Was she going to university? No. A gap year, she’d call it, while she made up her mind. But mostly, she knew she was going to keep working with Babyface. Nothing else was as appealing as being with her boyfriend.

Jax found someone. She was pretty cute. She didn’t necessarily fit into the crew as easy as the original four but she was welcome and she was trusted. Maz - she joined in sometimes with Babyface and Ellie for some things. Nobody wanted her to feel lonely. She was more than welcome to come and cuddle up in their bed. Ellie unofficially moved into the crib, but kept a part time job at the bakery so that she could have some income coming in and people wouldn’t question where she got money. Her parents - they were worried about her, obviously. They didn’t like what they thought that she was doing. But they didn’t want to drive a wedge in their family either, so they’d just keep it to light questions, and knew that she was lying.

Not everything was perfect. There were still arguments. There was still tension sometimes. It was life. But overall, things weren’t terrible. Until there was a night when a lot of alcohol had been drunk during a crew party, and Babyface and Ellie forgot the protection one night and there was a plus sign on the pregnancy test. Though stressed, it wasn’t Ellie’s initial reaction to want to get rid of it. She was an adult now, a grown woman. She sat down with Babyface and they talked through it. There was going to be another Beagle coming into the world - and then Babyface proposed that there should be two, and she should become one as well. A proposal. An acceptance.

It wasn’t going to be a big thing - until the Beagles found out about it. And then it turned into a big thing. No church, nothing fancy, definitely nothing expensive. A trailer park wedding. Ellie wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She wore a simple white sundress, had Elsa and Maddy as her bridesmaids because one turn deserved another. Maz was the ‘Maiad of Honor’ though it was a title more that showed her best friend than having any real responsibilities. Her parents disapproved. Majorly. So she asked Dale to walk her down the aisle, which was more of a dirt road than anything. Watching Elsa have to walk with Bouncer was worth it alone. Pictures were taken by their friends because why hire a photographer when everyone was going to have their phone out anyway? She barely even showed in those pictures, but her happiness did as she kissed Babyface and said I do.

They got a trailer of their own, but they always had the crib. The area beneath was still sitting empty. It had been years and Babyface still didn’t know what to do with it. He liked it to still be a private thing. Somehow, the rest of the Beagles never found out. They didn’t do a honeymoon thing. They didn’t need to. They could love each other right in New Orleans, they didn’t have to go anywhere else to do it. Besides that, there was work to do. Always work to do.

Pop went the Ellie. And out came the newest Beagle boy - Blaise Beagle. And wouldn’t you guess it, the name fit. Little guy got his mother’s fire blowing powers. Another dragon to add to the bunch in NOLA. Definitely a handful. That’s when the Bjorgmann’s would start to come around to the way that Ellie was living, but only just. She stayed home with the kid, since Babyface was always deeper into Circe’s shit than she was. He’d keep bringing home the money and she would count it for him, on top of managing their own money. At least she was good at that. She could handle the books just fine.

Days went by. Up came the age of twenty-nine. Every time that Ellie looked in the mirror, she saw more and more of her mother. It - wasn’t nice. She loved her mom, yeah, but that fake happiness, that never-stop cheerfulness, that was something that she saw as a flaw. Their parenting styles were different. Their wife styles were different. Babyface would find her that night, crying in the bathroom, having a bit of an identity crisis, half of her hair cut off with kitchen scissors. The next morning, she put on a brave face, went to a salon and got her long red hair cut to her shoulders, something younger, something - less Anna like. But she’d never get rid of the fiery color. That was all her. That same day, she fell ill and found out she was pregnant again. A girl. Brianna Beagle.

Did Babyface ever mature? A bit. Enough. He never finished his high school, but that mattered very little. He still put on that tough guy persona a lot, especially when they weren’t in their trailer or in the crib. He backed it up well. But Ellie never fully stopped worrying when he went out to do whatever it was that he needed to do that particular day. She mothered him a bit. She couldn’t help it. Not with the lectures, no, but taking care of him. Making her own ice packs and making sure that his food was never cold when he got home.

Blaise and Brianna were a lot like their parents. Mischief. Ellie had her hands full with them. Especially when Uncle Jax and Aunt Maz came over and played with them, then things got intense. Usually she just gave in. She never wanted to make her kids feel confined in any way, not like Elsa had when she was a kid, or the way that she felt when her parents really began to disapprove of Babyface and realized that he wasn’t just a phase. Outright fantasy battles happened in the trailer with Blaise on Jax’s shoulders, blowing fire, being a menacing dragon, Babyface being a Lord Farquaad in this instance because of course the kids knew about Shrek. Ellie was the Fiona in distress, since her hair was the right color, tied with skipping rope onto a laz-e boy chair, while Maz and Brianna were Shrek and Donkey coming in to save her.

She loved this family. Oh fuck did she ever. Well into her thirties and not really showing any sign of slowing down. They were her energy. They were her fuel. Her husband, her kids. Her friends. Things weren’t always perfect, but day to day, she was mostly happy. The kids were happy. They tried to put them into school buuuuut it didn’t work out too well. There was too much Beagle in them. Ellie had to meet with the principal of an elementary school to even get the kids in, since they were rejected just by the name alone. Nope. No more Beagles. Not in their halls. There was a pretty big shouting match which ended up in middle fingers and burning paperwork and their kids were going to be homeschooled by her and Babyface - she could do the academic stuff, Babyface could do the real life stuff.

The dreaded teenager years. Blaise and Brianna never lacked friends. There were so many Beagles. Uncles, cousins galore. There were Chip’s kids. There were Maddie’s - Frankie came over once in a while too. Of course there was drama. ‘Mom, Blaise tried to set my hair on fire again!’ ‘Well if you didn’t use so much fucking hairspray, it wouldn’t have caught!’ ‘Mom, Brianna made Wiggins mow a dick onto our lawn’ ‘I did not, he chose to do that himself!’ But after dealing with the problems, Ellie would always relay them back to Babyface, and they would laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

It was a good life. Which was exactly what Oogie wanted her to have. Oh, she was there, lurking. This, though it felt like it was twenty years, this was one night. This was one dream. Like most ‘good guys’, Ellie’s biggest fear was losing the people that she loved. She didn’t have one big enemy the way that Maz did. She just had a secondhand account of loneliness and never wanted to feel that way, and had enough faith in her friends and family that the only way she would was if they died.

She created love so that she could take it away. Ellie, nearing her fourties, would go to bed with Babyface one last time. Snuggled up to him. Planning on working with Brianna on her calculus the next day, since she was struggling a bit. If she did well, then she’d take the kids to a skate park and show them a couple of moves. She wasn’t Tony Hawk, even old Tony Hawk, but she could still do a couple of ollies, and a few other tricks. And then she would wake up, a teenage girl, long messy hair, not a wrinkle in sight, all alone in her bedroom above the bakery which had long since been turned into a guest room for the grandkids.

She was dazed, at first. Not remembering where she was. Then took in the posters and signed pictures on her walls. The pictures that she printed off of her and Maz during their sleepovers and put in tacky frames with feathers and glitter all of them. She ran her fingers through her hair. It was long again. Her hands. The chipped green nail polish. And they were smooth. Hands showed age, and all that this showed was youth. It took her a couple of minutes of just sitting there, staring at her own hands, at her cherry print comfortable pajamas, to realize that the life that she had thought that she lived, the husband, the children - they were all just a dream. It hit her like a freight train. The loss. Raising the two Beagles, loving them with all of her heart, every moment, just to find out that they weren’t real and she had a very big hole in her heart for some time.

She wouldn’t keep it entirely to herself. She told Elsa. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Babyface about it because it was just too embarrassing. They only just said that they loved each other and meant it in a romantic way, not just a friendly way. They never got past just a bit of light groping. To tell him that she had this whole life with him in a dream - it was too much. Too cringe.

On top of the homeschooling that she did, and found that she was pretty proficient in learning things by herself, she didn’t need someone over her shoulder explaining every little thing to her, not when she could just look up how to do it if she had trouble, she was taking those mindfulness lessons that Koda had taught to Elsa, and that she in turn was now being taught. But a bit of that damage was done. There didn’t need to be a second nightmare. There didn’t even really need to be a first one, since life had been good in the dreamworld. She kept expecting to see the blue eyed teenagers come into her room once she got settled into bed or she’d accidentally put cranberries into her morning oatmeal, which she didn’t like but Brianna did. Maybe once things got a little more serious with Babyface she’d tell him how Oogie didn’t entirely let her go, but if he asked if there were any nightmares - she could honestly tell him no. Just good dreams.

#Ellie HC #Oogie HC

[inmegsmind]

'You Took Your Time' - James Potter x Female Reader (Part 2)

Description: Following the mornings upset, Y/N decided the best way to cheer herself up is to spend the day with Maddie getting prepped and ready for the party later when Gryffindor inevitably win the Quidditch Cup. With everyone such on a high from the win she never expects for James Potter to spare her a second but following this mornings revelations, she's all thats on James' mind.

Warnings: slight angst (i suppose), alcohol consumption, two drunken girlfriends sharing a peck, swearing, sexual tension (maybe?),descriptions of making out (not too graphic), Smuttt to come in part 3.

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The roar of noise that suddenly erupted from the common room up to the girls dormitory indicated to the two girls that Gryffindor had most definitely won the Quidditch final. The cheers of celebration were so loud they almost drowned out the music playing from Maddie's record player which only across the room.

'Looks like we're in for a wild one tonight' Maddie cheered pouring you both a celebratory shot of fire whiskey which was knocked back as if it was water.

As you led on your bed, hair damp with your silk dressing gown wrapped around you, you couldn't help but wonder if James had even noticed you hadn't been there today. You had never missed a game, always in the stands cheering him on love some love struck puppy. You mentally slapped yourself at this thought. Of course he wouldn't have noticed, as long as Lily was there, she's all that mattered. You mentally slapped yourself for the second time. You actually really loved Lily and it wasn't her fault you'd developed feelings for the boy who liked her, but you couldn't control the bitterness that crept through your body due to the situation. You were quickly snapped from your train of though with the sharp sting of a slap against your arse. You gasped and kicked out your leg hoping to catch your minx of a best mate. 'No overthinking tonight missy' Maddie scolded as she poured you yet another shot. This girl will be the death of me you thought.

'If you keep on feeding my fire whiskey I'm gonna be paralytic by the time we get downstairs' You warned here, pulling a face as the harsh liquor trailed down your throat. 'Thats the plan' she replied with a wink. You watched as Maddie sauntered over to her trunk and began rummaging being careful not to drop the towel wrapped around her body. As if that mattered anyway, you thought, it had only ever been the two of you in a dorm since first year due to numbers and you'd both seen each other naked around about a million times over the course of your friendship.

Maddie emerged from the trunk holding up two matching lingerie sets, directing her attention back to you. 'The question of the night is, do I go for the white or the lilac?' You paused for a moment and lifted your finger to your chin as your eyes darted between each pair.

'well white is the colour of innocence if thats what you're going for but lilac looks insane in your skin tone'

'seeing as its most likely going to be Remus taking it off and he knows too well by now I'm not that innocent it makes sense to go for the lilac' Her response caused you both to break into a small fit of giggles which was was further induced by the alcohol you had consumed. 'what about you, whats your chosen colour for the evening?'

You rolled over on your bed and reached your hand down into the already open trunk at its foot. Rummaging for a few seconds you felt your fingers brush over the lace of your favourite lingerie set and let out a little 'ahh ha' as you pulled it up.

'In the spirit of a Gryffindor win, it's gonna have to be a red set' You replied giving your bum a wiggle.

'I've seen you in that set and let me just say, if James fucking Potter doesn't come to his senses and take it off you tonight I will be leaving Remus to do it myself' Your best friend jokingly flirted with you with you responding to her with blowing a kiss back.

-

The adrenaline pumping through James' veins as he sprinted up the steps to the boys dormitory was enough it made him feel like he would explode. He'd did it, he'd led the Gryffindor team to another Quidditch cup victory in his final year.

'You're an actual legend mate' Sirius cheered whilst giving his best friend a congratulatory slap on the back.

'Don't let his head get any bigger now Pads' Peter teased as he collapsed on his bed, happy to finally be inside and away from the cold.

'Shut it wormyyy' James childishly poked his tongue out.

'a round of fire whiskey gentleman' Remus declared to the group as he passed each boy a shot each, that the others had been completely unaware he'd even been pouring. The four friends raised the glasses up to toast.

'To Gryffindor winning' James declared proudly before Sirius quickly quipped in. 'And to Prongs finally realising his feelings for Y/N and hopefully winning her over as well' They all cheered, clinging glasses together before throwing the shots back. As the liquid burnt down James throat, his adrenaline began to become entangled with nerves when he thought of seeing Y/N tonight. How would he even explain to her? He knew as soon as he saw her he would be at a complete loss for words. He'd been hoping to at least see her on his way back from the match but within seconds of scanning the crowd at the beginning he'd not been able to find her or Maddie anywhere in the crowd. Pouring himself another shot for courage he repeated to himself 'you are James Potter, you can do this'.

-

After many more shots of fire whiskey and dancing to many of Maddie's vinyls of muggle music, the pair of you were finally ready for the night.

'How do I look?' you asked Maddie as you tipsily gave the girl a twirl. 'An image of beauty, what about me?' She gave you a twirl back to which you responded 'absolutely stunning, now lets go party' You clapped your hands together.

'Uhh uhh, good luck kiss missy' Maddie stated waving a finger at you. The pair of you had a ritual before every party, you'd give each other a good luck peck because then if neither of you managed to get any action at least you'd had one kiss. Leaning over you gave each other a soft peck, careful not to ruin each others lip gloss before running out of your dorm and down into the chaos.

Your stomach bubbled in anticipation as you both descended into the sea of red of gold that engulfed the common room. Maddie and yourself greeted your peers as you made your way over to the drinks table, ready to consume your body weight in fire whiskey and butter beer. 'Ahhh heres my girls' came the drunken slurs from the one and only Remus Lupin as he swung his arm around Maddie and laid a kiss upon her forehead. She rolled her eyes but you could see the smile fighting to emerge on her lips. 'Heyy Remus' you greeted as he pulled you into his other side for a hug. '

Ahhhh here he is, the man of the hour' Remus called loudly causing the entire room to erupt into cheers and you instantly knew who he meant. Looking up you seen James dashing down the common stairs greeting the other students as he did. He wore a red button up shirt which you couldn't even deny looked amazing on him with the first few buttons undone showing his broad chest. His hair lay in messy girls and he had chose against wearing his glasses for the night. As you bitterly watched Lily Evans strut up to him you were shocked to see him briefly smile at her before he started scanning the room again.

James tried his best to pick you out of the crowd. Which was a lot harder than usual due to his alcohol consumption and the decision to not wear his glasses for the evening. Straining his eyes he managed to spot you, looking beautiful as ever with your head thrown back as you laughed with Remus and Maddie. Taking a deep breath he made his way through the crowd, politely smiling at anyone who tried to speak to him, his only focus being you. As he got closer you looked away from your conversation to catch his eye. Maintaining contact for a second you took another sip of your drink before turning your attention back to the conversation.

'Hey Y/N, you look beautiful' James greeted you, despite the cheeky smile he wore you could sense the nerves seeping through his usually confident facade. 'Thanks' you replied bluntly not bothering to return his smile, or show any emotion for that matter.

'How come you didn't come watch the match?' James asked curiously and you raised an eyebrow before responding 'I'm surprised you even noticed'. An expression of hurt washed over James features but before he could even respond you leant forward grabbing Maddie's arm and dragging her to go dance.

'You go girl, no surrender' Maddie teased in your ear as you arrived on the dance floor. She hooked her arm over your shoulder and pulled your back against hers as you swayed your hips together.

'Hey Y/N, you look beautiful' Sirius mocked James as he emerged from behind his friend where he had been watching. 'Yeah nice opening mate' Remus teased. James huffed in annoyance, fed up with the situation and his friends constant teasing.

'What the fuck was I supposed to say then huh? Since you two are such geniuses with women' James spat as he poured himself a butter beer. He rolled his eyes at the 'oooooohs'. 'Come on mate, you are thee James Potter, just go over and pull her to the side and apologise. Y/N is a lovely girl and once she see's how genuine you're being I'm sure she'll move on' Remus reassured his friend whilst slinging an arm around his shoulder. James looked across at Sirius who was nodding in agreement, with a sigh he downed the freshly poured butter beer and made a be-line for Y/N.

As you danced with Maddie you noticed her eyes glance over your shoulder, assuming it was just Remus you carried on enjoying yourself. That was until you felt a strong arm sweep you away from your best friend and push you against the wall. Confused by the sudden assault you looked up to see a pouty faced James looking down at you, his body extremely close to yours and his arms pinned either side of your head to stop you from leaving. You couldn't help but trail your eyes across his defined arms as they tensed to hold him up. James felt the nerves bubble in his stomach as you looked up at him, an unimpressed expression clear on your face. He took a deep breathe and broke the silence. 'Please talk to me' you couldn't resist the urge to roll your eyes as he pouted his bottom lip out. 'about?' you replied bluntly, playing dumb in the situation. He let out a groan at your stubborn behaviour throwing his head back in annoyance. Your eyes trailed down his neck, thinking about how much you'd love to kis - NO STOP YOU ARE MAD AT HIM, internally scolding yourself.

'Don't be difficult, you know what about, look I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't think and it came out wrong, what I said wasn't what I meant' James began to explain but was quickly cut off by you responding 'and what exactly did you mean Potter?' James was slightly taken aback by your bitchy tone but couldn't deny how it made his pants feel that slightest bit tighter.

'When I said that I didn't mean that I thought nobody would want to get with you, I've just never seen you interested or paying any attention to any other boys so it came as a shock to me' James admitted trying to be as honest as he could without letting too much slip out too soon. He wished he could just grab you and kiss you, it drove him insane having you trapped like this, looking up all doe eyed at him.

'Maybe if you weren't so caught up Evans you would have noticed' You responded through gritted teeth feeling the familiar bitterness flow through your veins. This feeling was only intensified further when James let out a low chuckle and shake of his head. This irritated you beyond belief and you shoved your hands against his chest attempting to escape this confrontation. James was quick to put an end to you weak display, pushing his body even closer so he was practically pinning you against the wall. The proximity of your position set your body on fire and this fire burnt straight from your core. This fire only burnt brighter as you watched the boy lean in closer.

James waited until his lips were right next to your ear feeling you tense up completely before whispering 'or maybe it's cause I don't want to think of you being with anyone else'.

This statement well and truly took your breath away and sent a million different trains of though racing around your brain. What the fuck? What did he even mean? You swallowed hard, trying your best not to sound unconfident and replied 'and why not?'. James felt a shiver travel down his body and into his crotch at the feeling of your breath tickling his ear. You watched as his shoulders tensed whilst waiting for his response. 'Because I'd much rather you be with me than them'. This whisper was much quieter than the last and you could clearly hear the attempt of seduction in his tone.

The feelings that overtook your body were overwhelming. First there was shock, then came confusion and a hint of arousal but that was all drowned out with the anger that began to bubble. He was taking the piss surely, this was some sort of sick joke. You pushed your hands into his chest attempting to push him off you, which was silly of you to think was possible given his strength. His head shot up in shock, searching your face to understand the response.

'You're not funny James' you spat. James jaw dropped slightly before responding 'I'm being deadly serious'. You rolled your eyes and let a sarcastic laugh. 'Yeah right, I don't believe you for a second. Did Sirius or someone put you up to this?' You questioned.

'No of course not, I asked the boys for advice but I haven't been put up to anything. I'm telling the truth'. Your eyes examined the boys face taking it all in. He had nervously taken his bottom between his teeth which was driving your brain into a frenzy. Right, you thought, put your money where your mouth is Potter.

You licked your lips slowly and watched how his eyes dropped to them and then back up to meet your owns. His bottom lip now free and his lips slightly parted.

'Prove it' you challenged, your voice coming out a lot more confident than you felt right now. James looked back down to your lips a second time. Come on James, this is it, this is your chance, he told himself and within seconds he pressed his lips against against yours. The shock overtook your body at the fact that he had actually kissed you but within a few seconds that was gone and you felt yourself begin to kiss back and your hands travel up to his chest. James hands had moved from their position on the wall and the one found its way to the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, whilst the other gripped firmly onto your waist.

Your lips worked against each others in a frenzy, the taste of him mixed with the fire whisky becoming completely intoxicating. Your hands gripped onto James shirt pulling him closer. James closed the gap whilst also slipping his one leg between yours, pressing his clothed thing against your core. His action caused you to let out a soft moan allowing him to slip his tongue in. He mentally thanked himself for deciding to do that. He also made a mental note of how soft and sweet your tongue was fighting for dominance against his. The pair of you stood there making out for what seemed like forever until James broke the kiss, breathing raggedly. He pressed his forehead against yours and could have moaned as he looked down at you.

You were all flushed, lips plump from the forcefulness of the kiss and eyes filled with lust. The pair of you stared into each others eyes and caught your breath, oblivious to the party that continued around you. Finally, you plucked up the courage to break the silence.

'Your dorm or mine?'

#marauders smut #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter smut #hogwarts #harry potter #the marauders

[pupandangelscoffee]

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mention of car crash, scene in the hospital, arguing with doctors

Synopsis: When Buck realizes he is not just in love with you but also in love with Eddie and admits to having kissed him, will he lose both of you or will he get his happy ever after?

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

Turning around and feeling the cold covers next to him leaves a bitter taste in Buck's mouth as he remembers the previous night. The yelling, the fighting, him saying that you didn't matter to him unlike Chris and Eddie. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, because you did matter to him, he was just confused. His feelings towards Eddie had changed over the past few weeks and two nights ago, he had kissed Eddie in a drunken haze.

But that hadn't been the only thing that confused him. He had spoken to Maddie and after her questioning, she suggested that he may be in love with you AND his best friend. When telling Eddie about it, he expected the other to laugh, yet instead the other male just hummed and stated "so just like me".

So now he was waking up to an empty apartment, his head feeling like it was about to explode. Buck missed your scent, your soft voice when you're just waking up, how he brings you coffee while you whine about wanting to stay in bed for just 5 more minutes. His heart clenches at the thought of you placing gentle kisses along his shoulder, your chuckles, your laugh when he told you some weird fact that he read online.

Ever so slowly the day drags on. Eddie doesn't even spare him a second glance at work, only talking to him when it is work related. Even the whole team noticed something was up between the two best friends, though unsure of what it is. Well almost all were unsure, Chimney knew what was going on from Maddie, however, he was sworn to secrecy by his wife and despite not wanting to admit it, she did scare him just a bit. Though he just kept quiet and watched the two males with careful eyes, ready to report everything to Maddie.

Dragging his feet as he enters the apartment, he calls out that he is home, hoping to hear your voice from the kitchen. Instead he is met with deafening silence. A silence he wishes didn't exist, a silence that he hates being the cause of. Dropping his bag on the floor, he sets his keys on the table before falling onto the couch and letting out a loud groan. Just as he is about to doze off, his stomach lets out a loud growl and after debating whether to ignore his hunger or not, Buck decides to order some chinese food.

Once he has eaten, he just stares at the wall for a good 10 minutes before grabbing his keys and rushing to the only person he can think of. A quick 5 minute drive later, he ran 2 red lights but he is distracted, and he is standing in front of Bobby's house. Sure, Athena and Bobby may be having a cute date night, but right now he needs dating advice and who better to get it from than his captain. Taking a deep breath, he finally knocks and waits for Bobby to open the door, who looks rather shocked to see a crying Buck standing outside of the door and quickly ushering him inside.

It takes exactly 1 beer, 6 tissues and Athena's calming words for Buck to open up about what had happened between him, his partner and Eddie. After hearing the entire story, the married couple sits there in shock as Buck is trying to calm down. "So that is why you two were so awkward at work today?" Bobby asks carefully, not wanting to send the younger male into another crying fit. Buck nods, blowing his nose before wiping away the remaining tears with his sleeve.

"Look, I don't know whether you want to hear this or not, but you need to grow a pair and invite them both over to your place, so that you can talk this shit out. It might not end with you three together, but it will give you all some closure. And who knows, maybe it will end with you all three happily dating." Athena states gently, rubbing Buck's back. Somehow the younger male had weaseled his way into her heart and she worried about him, especially when seeing him so heartbroken. But there simply wasn't anything her nor Bobby could do about the situation, they could only give Buck the support that he needed right now.

After his talk with Athena and Bobby, Buck slowly drove home, this time being a lot more careful. Once again, he finds himself laying on his couch, this time staring at his phone as he thinks about sending the message he had typed out, asking you and Eddie to come over the next morning. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he presses send before shutting off his phone and rushing up to hide under his blankets.

The next morning comes and goes without a single sign of you. Eddie turned up around 9 and even brought some coffee and breakfast, because he figured that Buck wouldn't have eaten yet. Soon enough, it is late afternoon and Buck has checked his phone like a million time, though there was no message or call from you. Now he's pacing back and forth in his kitchen as Eddie tries to calm his nerves. "Hey, mi amado, I'm sure they're just busy and that is why they haven't reached out yet. It will be okay."

Hearing those words help calm Buck's nerve, though he still jumps to pick up the phone when he hears it ring. "Y/N? Is this you?" He asks quickly, only to frown when he hears Maddie deny it. "Buck, listen, I just had a call and normally I wouldn't be allowed to tell you this, but it's about Y/N. They were in a car crash and on their way to the west hospital. They're stable, but I figured that you'd like to visit them." Maddie explains gently, knowing that it would be a rather hard blow for Buck. After all, hearing that your loved one was just delivered to a hospital because of a car crash wasn't an easy pill to swallow. "Thank you, Maddie." Buck mumbles, quickly hanging up so that he can grab his car keys and Eddie's hand, explaining on his way out where they were going.

They didn't know what to expect when they arrive at your room, though certainly not you glaring at the doctors and stating that you're absolutely fine. "You have to let yourself be checked on, mi amor." Eddie says, recovering from the state of shock quicker than Buck did. "And who are you?" The doctor asks the men, raising an eyebrow at the pair. "We are their-" Buck begins, only to be cut off by you saying "my boyfriends. Now as I've been saying, I'm fine, I can leave." You continue arguing with your doctor as the two males stare at you in complete shock and confusion. You just called them your boyfriends, did this mean you like them back? That you were okay with trying a relationship between you three? They share a look before approaching your bedside, Eddie being the first to speak up again. "Listen doctor, I am a trained medic. They'll be staying with me for the night and if there is any sign that they are doing unwell, I will bring them back here immediately, okay?" Sighing, the doctor nods and excuses himself to get the papers for you to be discharged.

Finally, an hour later, all three of you were curled up under a blanket on Buck's couch with you in the middle and the two men holding hands on your lap. A small happy sigh escapes Buck as he watches the two people he loves, thanking the gods above that he was so lucky to be with both of you. Though the moment is quickly ruined, when he miscalculates the distance to his mouth and pours beer all over his chest.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #9 1 1 x reader

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Amoreena | Chapter Five

Chapter Five

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Summary: (fluff only) weekly Saturday reading only they are joined by an extra 15 lost boys, not just Spencer

Warnings (adding as they happen): fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

He woke up Saturday morning to the sound of a bunch of voices coming from beyond the walls of his room. Only it wasn’t his room, it was the room he slept in when he stayed with Y/N and Amoreena, he hasn’t left since he arrived on Thursday and he had no plan to either.

They still hadn’t told her about their relationship, not wanting her to come crawling into bed with her mom in the morning to find Spencer there too. She wasn’t ready to explain to Amoreena what it meant for Spencer to be in her bed, how they were in love and that she might need to learn how to knock before entering.

So he slept in the spare room, completely contently because he knew she was only on the other side of the wall, instead of 30 minutes away like she would be when he slept at his own apartment.

It had been a week since he saw them reading in the park, and now they were his family. It was incredibly fast, anyone who heard the news would say so. But that’s how his life worked, he blew through everything incredibly fast, it only made sense for him to skip every step in the book and become a stepdad overnight.

He woke up then, missing Y/N and Amoreena as he thought about the last week. Finally getting dressed and peaking outside, through the crack in the blinds, to see what was going on on the farm.

There were a bunch of men in the field with the cows dropping new cattle off in a big truck as a bunch of children ran around the yard. Y/N wasn’t kidding when she said her 7 siblings had produced 15 cousins for Amoreena to play with. Children all between the ages of toddler and 7-years-old, screaming while they ran after Rufus and the cats, it was a pure dopamine rush to witness.

He found Y/N in the living room, a book in one hand and a coffee in the other, “good morning cutie, all the ruckus on the farm wake you up?” She did her best fake southern accent as she smiled at him. Beautiful as ever in the early morning sunshine.

He nodded with a yawn, sitting beside her and snuggling into her shoulder. She placed her mug in his hands so she could wrap an arm around him and pull him in closer, letting him take a sip of coffee and become a real person again.

He noticed she was reading a book he had never seen before, reading the pages and not know the words. It was a first for him.

“What’s that one about?”

Y/N closed it to let him look at the cover. It was a hand-bound book, wrapped in green fabric that was at least 30 years old and in well-loved condition. The gold lettering reading Amoreena, along with a pressed gold rose and the author's name. He had never heard of it before.

“My grandma was an aspiring writer and the reason I love books so much, her name was Peggy and she had a dream once about a wonderful little girl named Amoreena and the magical life she created for herself. She wrote it all down and my grandpa had it typed and bound for her, she was so proud of this book,” Y/N gushed, smiling as she held it to her chest softly, thinking of all the memories Spencer didn’t know yet.

“Really?” Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her.

She nodded softly, “she loved Elton John, so much so that when my sister Ashley came out she threw her a party. Almost all those kids out there are Ashley's, by the way, she went down the adoption and foster root after I did IVF.”

She pointed out the front window at all the people gathered on her land, “Ben and Dylan dropped their kids off too while they help dad and Evan with the farm. Those are my brothers in case you didn’t know their names yet, there’s also Carver and Francis but they don’t live as close.”

Her little life was just so perfect, “did they want to come with us to read this afternoon? We need some lost boys.”

“They’d love that, are you sure you can handle 16 kids between the two of us?” she smiled, pure love spreading through her body as she held him.

“They’re not so different from psychopaths right?” He teased, watching her settle against him even more as they enjoyed their Saturday together.

“What else can you tell me about your grandma?” He snuggled into her more as he asked, wanting to know as much about her happiness as possible.

“She was always listening to music, she loved Elton's song Amoreena the most. It was the song she played for the majority of my childhood. It only made sense for me to name my little miracle Amoreena too, cause I wouldn’t have her unless nanny suggested I have a baby.”

“I would have loved to meet her.”

Y/N’s smile changed then, “she would have loved you and your big mind.”

“My mom wants to meet you and Amoreena,” he announces softly, he hasn’t really told her anything about his family yet.

“What’s she like?”

“She has schizophrenia and Alzheimer’s and she lives in a care home in DC right now, I try and see her when I can but she has her own schedule so I have to fit around when she’s having a good day,” it was hard to explain it to most people, but not to her. He didn’t feel any shame or fear in introducing them. Y/N was the most loving human, and Amoreena was just the same.

“When is she free next?” A simple question that made him feel incredibly giddy.

“Tuesday from 3-5,” he snuggled in closer to her as she wraps her arm around him.

“We’ll pick Amoreena up from school after work and take her over,” Y/N agreed, their lives intertwining like they were always meant to.

Like she was the ivy on his old cottage, she took him in and made him her own, wrapping herself all around him and never letting him go again.

He basically finishes her coffee while she holds him on the couch. The sound of the kids outside making them laugh every once in a while, dogs barking and cows mooing, the farm was alive and roaring while they enjoyed each other's company.

“Did you bring your costume for the reading today?”

He sat right up then, looking at her like she lost her mind, “of course I did, I wouldn’t have Penelope spend a week tracking down a Captain Hook costume just to forget it.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “you didn’t?!”

He simply nodded with a cheeky grin, “come on Tinker Bell, everyone knows she had a thing for Hook.”

“Who didn’t? He was the first and last bad boy I was interested in, I typically go more for Milo’s and Ariel’s; full of adventure and always learning something new,” Y/N teased him.

“Mhm, I always had a thing for Aladdin and Belle in search of far off lands and happy endings,” he mused, making her smile just as much as he was, “but for real it was between Hook and Wendy for my costume,” he made her laugh again, wanting to hear it for the rest of time.

“You still can, I have a blue nightgown you can borrow,” it was so easy for them to flirt, it fit into their conversation so simply it felt like they had been together forever.

He couldn’t help leaning in to kiss her, resting her back against the couch softly as she held onto him. He loved kissing her, she tasted like coffee and happiness every single time. She made the cutest sounds when they would make out like she was surprised by it or she wasn’t used to it at all.

She made him feel like he was young again like he was 21 and in love for the first time. All his trauma disappeared and that Spencer who used to stare back at him in the mirror was gone now. That guy packed his bags and left the farm to never be seen again.

Good fucking riddance is all he had to say.

He was happy, he enjoyed being happy and he was going to stay happy. It was the only goal he had going forward, and as long as he was in her embrace, surround by the laugher of her child and family, he knew it would be possible.

Amoreena came running inside then, finding the two of them making out on the couch before they could part from each other.

“Ewww!” She cried, jumping on top of the two of them and knocking the wind out of Spencer.

“Get off,” Y/N tried to speak as she was crushed by the two of them. “Mom down!”

Spencer picks Amoreena up then, taking her away from the couch and spinning her around like she’s an airplane. She cheers and cheers and doesn’t want him to put her down because it’s so fun. The next thing he knows he’s being dragged outside to twirl all the kids around like they’re Peter Pan, flying through the air on their way to Neverland.

He’s surrounded by giggles and tickles fights, he’s tackled down against the dirt as a herd of tiny children dog pilled him. Laughing until he cried, feeling more joy than humanly possible and then Y/N’s telling them all to get ready to he’d to the park.

Coming down the stairs in a pirate costume to a bunch of screaming kids was an experience and a half. Spencer couldn’t believe how happy it made them all to imagine Captain Hook had broken into the house and Amoreena, or Peter Pan as she corrected him, chased him outside with all the lost boys.

He took a moment to learn all their names, all 15 of them, however, unlike the cats, they had relatively normal people names.

Kate, Cade, Jet, Lauren, Cassie, Sara, Evan, Benny, Olivia, Jessie, Owen, Maddie, Gwen, August, and Parker, were the cutest little family of cousins. some looked like Amoreena, some looked like their own mothers, a handful of them were adopted out of the country, they were the most perfect cast of lost boys.

He's never had any cousins, no pets, no siblings. His life never felt lonely until he realized what he missed out on.

“Dad,” Amoreena whispered as she tugged on his shirt lightly, “look!”

She pointed towards the house where Y/N was standing. When she said she was going as Tinker Bell he really didn’t think she meant looking exactly like Julia Roberts at the end of Hook.

She looked magical in her beautiful white dress, curly hair with the most perfectly placed flowers and flawless wings wrapped around her shoulders. She was a vision standing on the porch, waiting for him to pick his jaw up off the floor and compliment her.

“Tink,” the words are more like air, soft and barely there.

“Is Captain Hook being nice? Or should we take him to the pond and let the Alligators deal with him?” Y/N teased, marching down the stairs and poking Spencer's chest.

“Ouch,” he teased her, holding his hand over his heart to make her feel bad.

But she didn’t, “some Pirate you are,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him before taking Amoreena’s hand and running off down the trail towards the main house, everyone following her lead.

Nanny packed enough snacks for all 16 kids, and a little extra just in case. Spencer slipped the lunch box over his shoulder and they made their way towards the adventure. Y/N pulling a wagon just in case the littlest ones didn’t want to walk anymore. It was spectacular.

Y/N stopped then, pretending to stand like an army man turning around abruptly to look at the troop. “Lost boys, are we ready?”

“Yes, Tinker Bell!” They cheered back.

“On my lead, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4,” she marched, bringing her knees up high as they all followed her down the path. “We’re following the leader, the leader, the leader,” she began to sing.

Spencer was in awe, his heart felt like it was going to explode as he watched everyone follow her. Singing along as they marched their tiny little butts down to the park.

“We’re following the leader wherever she may go!” Amoreena yelled the lyrics back, leading the pack as Peter Pan should.

“Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day Tee dum, tee dee, it's part of the game we play Tee dum, tee dee, the words are easy to say Just a teedle ee dum, a teedle ee do tee day

Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee dum We're one for all, and all of us out for fun We march in line and follow the other one With a teedle ee do, a teedle ee do tee dum”

It was like magic, they all knew the words and they sang the whole way down the path. Every verse and then repeating it. Not a single kid strayed from the path, no one complained about sore feet or hot backs, they loved their Aunty Y/N and so did Spencer.

“We’re off on an adventure, adventure, adventure,” Y/N changed the words, making him smile as she brought happiness into the world. “We’re off on an adventure to read out in the sun! Tee dum, tee dee, a teedle ee do tee day…”

Every single time he thought she had given him the best day of his life, she manages to outdo herself.

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They barely listened to the story, it was a disaster of epic proportions but they tried. 15 kids is a lot to handle as an ex FBI agent and a librarian, they had lunch and instead ran around the field playing lost boys instead. It was still an amazing afternoon.

He was going to be covered in bruises the next morning. He had been kicked, poked, trampled, jumped on, the whole 9 yards. They were the most energetic bunch in the whole world, and then they came home to ice cream.

“Y/N,” Spencer finally pulled her aside when all the kids were preoccupied with their cold snack after a hot day.

“Yes, cutie?” It was a nickname that was sticking, much like pretty boy, and he didn’t mind it at all.

“We’re going to need more than 2 songs tonight to get her to go to bed,” he teased, stepping into that step-dad role with ease.

She couldn’t stop smiling at him, wrapping him up in her arms gently so he didn’t crush her fairy wings. “We’ll take her swimming, that’ll tire her out instead. Are you lookin’ for some alone time?”

“I love her dearly, but I can’t kiss you as much when she’s around,” he whispered before pecking her quickly and hearing the group of lost boys pretend to be sick.

“Just because he’s my dad doesn’t mean you have to be gross like your mom and dad, mom,” Amoreena’s smart mouth making them both shake their heads and laugh.

“What would you do if I did this?” Y/N teased before dipping Spencer back like a princess and kissing him, he stuck his foot out in shock as she held him there.

“Ewww!!” All the kids yelled as she returned him to his feet.

“Or this?” Y/N pulled him into another kiss, her leg popping like Princess Mia’s in the princess diaries.

Amoreena and her cousins were all screaming then, laughing at how gross their aunt and her new boyfriend were being. Used to it clearly, their grandparents were just as in love and watching from the porch as they held each other on the swing.

“I love you,” Spencer announced, loud enough for all to hear without a care in the world.

“You better,” she smiled. “I love you too, cutie,” she added before kissing him one last time.

His life felt perfectly complete.

Y/N’s brothers were incredibly kind just like her. He learned that Ashley was the oldest with 5 kids and her wife Susie, then Ben who was 46 and his wife Shannon, they had 3 kids. Dylan and Laurie had 4 and Even, her twin brother had 3.

Turns out her mom had 2 sets of twins back to back, 7 children and only 5 pregnancies. It felt crazy for him to think about having that many people in his life for his whole life, he wouldn’t have known what to do with anyone more than just his mother growing up.

Spencer helped Bob with the barbecue, they made burgers and hotdogs for all 16 of the children while they continued to run through the fields. They had enough energy to last them 5 straight days of chaos. It was amazing.

Y/N and Spencer managed to wander off while all the kids ate, sitting under a tree with their dinner so they could finally have some time alone together.

She was beautiful, sitting in the afternoon amber glow as she tried to keep her hair from blowing in her face. Tucking the strands behind her ears so she could eat her dinner in peace before spencer handed her the hair tie on his wrist. Then she got ketchup on her cheek, seemingly on purpose as she smiled at him and laughing as Spencer wiped it off with his thumb. He was so in love he felt stupid, smiling at her like he’s never seen another person before, absolutely enamoured.

“Derek and his wife wanted to come over tomorrow and have his son meet Amoreena if that’s okay?”

Her face lit up, “his son is the one named after you right? Not your godson?”

He nodded with yet another smile, his lips were going to fall off at this point. “Yeah, he’s the sweetest little guy, Hank’s never been to a farm before.”

“You tell them our gates are always own to new minds and pure hearts,” she smiled. “That’s what nanny used to say.”

He leans in and kisses her then, resting his forehead against hers as she held his cheek in her free hand, smiling ever so softly as she stared into his eyes, they didn’t need words, he knew she loved him too. A week of pure bliss had passed within the blink of an eye, and they still had forever to go.

Taglist: @shemarmooresfedora @spookyspence @spencers-dria @manuosorioh @reidsfish @mochionly (send me an ask if you want to be added to the tag list, I don't always see every reply! i love you guys thank you so much for reading)

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid self insert #spencer reid request #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagine #amoreena

[obvious-captain-rogers]

For Buddie First Kiss Week: Day One. Pride for me right now is going to be pushed back for another month, so I’m glad that I could write a little about our boys enjoying it!

Prompt: Related to Pride

           Buck had gone to Pride every year since he’d moved to L.A. His first year, he’d gone alone since he’d only just started at the 118 and wasn’t sure about being out at his job just yet, especially since everyone seemed pretty set in their opinion that Buck only chased after women for his hookups. Heteronormativity was a hell of a drug. After he’d tipsily come out during one of their infrequent team nights out after a shift, and once the time rolled around, Hen asked Buck if he wanted to come with her and Karen to Pride. Buck had felt a smile tugging at his cheeks and he’d agreed. They’d both acted a little bit like Buck’s older sisters- making him miss Maddie with a sharpness that he hadn’t felt since right after she’d left to move in with Doug- and they’d made a deal to go together every year. Which they had, Michael having joined them in the past couple years, and for Buck it was really good to have people there that he knew had his back.

           But this year was different.

           Hen was working so hard on studying for her MCATs that Buck knew it had most likely slipped her mind completely since she hadn’t brought it up. And he wasn’t upset. He was excited for Hen to be doing what she was so obviously perfect for. So, he hadn’t brought it up to her even though it was just a handful of days away.

           Buck was debating with himself if he should still go or if he should just ask Bobby for an extra shift that day- granted, some firefighters were on standby at Pride just in case there was an emergency so he could volunteer for that- when Eddie came into the locker room.

           “Hey,” Eddie said and moved to open up his locker so he could start changing into his uniform. Buck’s eyes flickered over Eddie like they sometimes- normally- did whenever the other was changing into his uniform. His neck felt hot and he turned his eyes back towards the inside of his locker.

           “Hey,” Buck responded and he knew that he sounded distracted.

           “Everything okay? You seemed to be in your head when I walked in,” Eddie said and leaned back against the lockers as he buttoned up his shirt, tilting his head a little to fish for Buck’s gaze.

           “Yeah. Just thinking about this weekend,” Buck said and finished tucking in his shirt.

           “Big plans?” Eddie asked with a teasing grin that had Buck rolling his eyes as he closed his locker.

           “Not exactly,” Buck said and sat down on the bench to tighten the laces of his boots.

           The grin faltered a little at Buck’s tone. “What’s going on, man?” Eddie asked and sat down next to Buck, their shoulders brushing as they always did when the two of them sat next to each other.

           “It’s… dumb,” Buck said and shrugged as he plucked at the string of his boot. Eddie’s slight frown only seemed to deepen and he knocked their knees together to prompt Buck to keep going. “Pride is this weekend and I usually go with Hen, but since she’s busy with her MCATs-” Buck shrugged.

           Eddie hummed and then he bumped against Buck’s side playfully. “Why don’t I come with you?” Eddie offered easily. Buck’s heart kicked up in his chest and he glanced over at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. Eddie had been fairly open with the team about his own bisexuality not long after Shannon’s death, but Eddie was overall a private guy. This would be- in Buck’s mind- a major concession to Eddie’s comfort.

           “You don’t have to, Eddie,” Buck said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

           “I know,” Eddie said and stood up. “But I’m offering, Buck. If it means that much to you- and it obviously does- then I’ll go with you. Though, I’m telling you right now that I’m not putting on any hot pink shorts or body paint.” He narrowed his eyes at Buck jokingly, a grin breaking out across his face- making Buck marvel at how handsome Eddie was- as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

           “Well, damn,” Buck said with a joking grin. “There goes my plans for your outfit.” Eddie snorted as Buck stood and they made their way up to the loft to grab a cup of coffee before the start of shift.

…..

           Buck had spent the night before over at the Diaz house, Eddie insisting that it would just be easier on the both of them and that they could get ready together, and he could admit to feeling a funny sense of home when Christopher came into the spare bedroom and loudly scrambled up into bed to- accidentally- knee Buck in the stomach in the guise of waking him up. “Buck, Dad said you had to get up,” Christopher said before flopping across Buck’s chest.

           “I am up,” Buck said, though he sounded a little winded since Chris had some sharp knees, as he combed his fingers through Christopher’s hair.

           “No,” Christopher laughed a little and pressed his face against the side of Buck’s neck. “Up-up. Not just awake,” Christopher said and poked at Buck’s ribs. Buck snorted a little before nodding.

           “Oh, okay. Got it,” Buck said teasingly and he laughed when Christopher lifted his head to wrinkle his nose at Buck’s tone.

           “I sent you to get Buck out of bed, not pin him down in it,” Eddie said from the doorway and Buck turned his head to look at where Eddie was shaking his head fondly.

           “Buck can get up if he wants to. He’s pretty strong and I’m not that heavy,” Christopher pointed out and rolled his eyes a little at the two of them.

           “Let’s not test that theory. Come on, kid. You’ve still got to pack your stuff for your sleepover at Abuela’s,” Eddie said and gave Christopher a look. Christopher shuffled to the edge of the bed and Buck sat up, stretching his arms and his back before ruffling Chris’s hair and getting out of bed. Christopher laughed a little before he went about what Eddie had told him to do.

           Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and there was a small smile on his face as Buck moved to dig in his duffle bag that he’d brought with him. “I got you something. You don’t have to wear it today, but I figured if you didn’t have any other ideas- and before you ask, there’s no hot pink involved,” Buck teased before tossing Eddie the shirt once he’d found it. It was a white t-shirt with the L.A. skyline across the best in black with Los Angeles in blocky letters right under it. Across the back right over the shoulders was PRIDE in varied colors.

           “Alright,” Eddie said and settled the shirt over his shoulder like he did with the dishtowel whenever they were cleaning up after one of their game or movie nights. “Thanks, Buck.”

           Buck felt something warm settle in his stomach and he just nodded mutely.

           They all three had a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee- milk for Christopher- before going about getting dressed and ready for the day. Buck pulled his own L.A. pride t-shirt on before shimmying into his best pair of jeans. They were just on the right side of tight and they were pretty worn and comfortable. Buck cuffed his jeans before tying on his bandana to help keep himself cool and slipping on his socks and shoes. He looked at the face paint in his bathroom bag before blowing out a breath. Eddie wasn’t going to make fun of him, he had to keep reminding himself of that. He painted the bi flag onto his cheek, a grin pulling at his mouth and making it tough to make sure his lines weren’t all smudged. He tossed the little brush back into his bag after rinsing the paint off.

           He stepped out and Eddie was fastening his watch on in the hall as he wandered down towards where Buck had been getting ready. Buck’s mouth went a little dry. The shirt fit Eddie perfectly in all the best places and Buck’s heart thudded against his chest uncomfortably as he took the other in. “All set?” Eddie asked and lifted his head from his watch band. His eyes flickered over Buck and for a moment Buck thought he saw something hot burn in Eddie’s hazel eyes. But it was there and gone so quickly that it must have been wishful thinking on Buck’s part.

           “Yeah,” Buck said and gave Eddie an easy smile despite the way the nerves had settled into his stomach. He always felt like this a little bit whenever he went to a Pride event or something associated with his sexuality- it was leftover from his teenaged years of having to cram everything down. “Let’s go.”

           “Uh, wait,” Eddie said and touched Buck’s wrist. Buck felt a spike of worry that Eddie had changed his mind and that he didn’t want to do this with Buck anymore. “Could I- uh- I mean if you don’t mind…” Eddie pointed at his own cheek awkwardly before nodding in Buck’s direction. After a moment it clicked, Eddie wanted Buck to paint his face too.

           “Yeah, Eddie,” Buck said and slipped his hand into Eddie’s easily from where the other still had a gentle grip on his wrist. He tugged Eddie into the bathroom and had him lean back against the counter as he dug around for the brush and the face paints. Buck stepped into Eddie’s space, and held the other’s chin with one had as he focused on making sure that Eddie’s came out perfect.

           “What’re you doing?” Christopher asked and Buck turned to look over at where he was standing in the doorway with a curious tilt to his head.

           “I’m painting your dad’s face so me and him will match,” Buck said and pointed to the colors on his own cheek since he only had blue and was working on the purple on Eddie’s cheek.

           “What’s it mean?” Christopher asked and Buck looked to Eddie.

           “It means that Buck and I are bisexual,” Eddie said and held out his hand for Christopher without moving his head so Buck could keep going with the face paint. Christopher leaned into Eddie’s side. “The blue stands for liking the opposite gender, the pink- which Buck hasn’t got to yet- is for liking the same gender, and the purple is for both,” Eddie explained and Buck couldn’t help but smile a little.

           “Oh,” Christopher said, sounding like he was in thought. “Okay.” He shrugged and kept watching as Buck changed to pink and finished up with Eddie’s face. “I think it’s pretty, and Buck did a good job.”

           Eddie twisted so he could look and grinned a little, his eyes flicking over to Buck’s in the mirror. “He did.” Eddie turned around and patted Christopher’s back easily. “Alright, kid. Let’s get you to Abuela’s.”

           “Can’t Buck paint my face too?” Christopher asked with just a little bit of a whine in his voice.

           “How about I make you a deal?” Eddie offered and tapped his fingers against Christopher’s shoulder. “If you’re good for Abuela, and if Buck wants to, he can paint your face when we get back.”

           “Deal,” Christopher said with a bright smile.

           “Alright. Now go get your shoes while me and Buck finish up.” Eddie watched Christopher go and they lingered a little in each other’s space while Buck put his stuff away. “Thanks,” Eddie said quietly and rubbed at the corner of his eye with his thumb.

           “Any time, Eds,” Buck said and bumped their shoulders together before nodding. “Let’s go.” Eddie nodded and ducked his head, but not quick enough that Buck couldn’t catch a glimpse of one of Eddie’s rare bright smiles that resembled Christopher’s.

           They dropped Christopher off at Abuela’s- Buck staying in the car with a slightly uneasy feeling in his stomach. Eddie talked with Abuela for a moment, and then she was touching Eddie’s forehead, chest, and then either shoulder in quick succession before kissing him on his unpainted cheek. She glanced over at the truck, said something to Eddie with a look that Buck didn’t recognize, before she was raising her voice. “Evan, what are you still doing in Eddito’s truck?!” Buck stiffened a little but he hopped out of Eddie’s truck and made his way over to where Abuela and Eddie were standing. “¿Te ibas a ir sin saludarme? You know that I love seeing all of my boys.” Abuela gave him the same soft smile that she normally did on the times that Buck came and picked up Christopher from her house. It helped to ease some of the unease in his gut. “Ven aqui, mi amor.” Buck felt the tension bleed out of him as Abuela pulled him into a tight hug. She repeated the motions from earlier, murmuring softly in Spanish too quick and quiet for Buck to understand, before kissing Buck on the cheek as well. “Alright, now go have fun and be safe.”

           “We will,” Eddie said before throwing an arm around Buck’s shoulders easily and tugging Buck towards the truck. It wasn’t until they were driving again that it clicked for Buck: Abuela had blessed him. He had known that it was a pretty common occurrence for Abuela to do so when Eddie dropped Christopher off occasionally before he went to work, Eddie had teasingly laughed that she worried too much but Buck could tell how touched Eddie was that his grandmother cared so much. Buck quirked a little smile and felt a lump forming in his throat at the little gesture.

           When they were parked, Buck and Eddie hopped out of the truck with Eddie reaching into the back to grab a bag that he’d packed with things they might need: waters, sunscreen, and a small first aid kit just in case. Buck watched as Eddie swung in onto his shoulder and then gave Buck a small smile. Buck returned it as best he could with his nerves ratcheting up to an eleven.

           They walked around for a bit and Buck started to relax as they listened to the music that seemed to fill up the entire park. They stopped at a few booths here and there whenever it caught either of their interest- and they made sure to stop at the LAFD booth to see if there were any familiar faces, which there weren’t when they passed by- but it was mostly just them hanging out together as they walked.

           There was only a slight problem when they ran into a cluster of protestors like the ones from the call at the military funeral. Eddie went stiff as could be and Buck put a hand to the small of his back to try and steer him away before any of the idiotic people were stupid enough to say anything to him.

           “Assholes,” Eddie muttered under his breath as they went to find a place to sit for a bit after grabbing lunch from the food trucks. “They’re only here to try and start shit with people.”

           “I know,” Buck said and they found a patch of grass where they could stretch their legs out and just relax for a bit. “You should have been here the first time that someone started to start shit with Hen in earshot,” Buck said with a laugh as he unwrapped his sandwich and shook his head. “She got all up in this huge guy’s face and absolutely shredded apart everything they said about me and then when they tried to start in on her and Karen, I had to pull her away before she landed her ass in jail. Don’t think Athena would have appreciated a call from either of us.” Buck pulled a face at that before taking a bite of his sandwich. Athena had still been pretty skeptical of Buck at that point, but it had been nice to have Hen stick up for him when they hadn’t really known each other that well yet.

           Eddie snorted and broke out into an easy grin. “I would have paid money to see that. Maybe next year,” Eddie said and he dropped it so casually, but he gave Buck an almost shy look as he said it.

           Buck’s heart kicked up in his chest and he cracked a small smile. “That was real smooth there, Diaz,” Buck joked and he bumped Eddie’s ankle with his own.

           “Thank you, I really tried,” Eddie said and pressed their legs together easily. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then he closed it and looked away. Buck didn’t push. He knew that whatever it was, Eddie would tell him whenever he was ready to say. They finished up their lunches, put on some more sunscreen, and then walked around for a bit longer.

           They found where the music was coming from, an amphitheater with a rotation of performers, and hung out there for a bit. Buck didn’t really know how- and in all honesty, he didn’t really care how- but he ended up dancing around to the music with Eddie, and he leaned into Eddie’s chest easily as they both laughed breathlessly. There was a moment, a spark, and then Eddie was leaning in and kissing him softly. Buck was surprised but when he didn’t immediately kiss back, Eddie pulled away with an embarrassed grimace. “I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t-” He made a noise as Buck leaned in to kiss him to fend off any apologies.

           Buck clung onto the front of Eddie’s shirt and Eddie’s hands pressed warmly into Buck’s waist as they kissed. It didn’t feel like a first kiss with how easily they fell into it, but Buck felt his stomach swoop anyways. Buck couldn’t help the huge grin on his face as he pulled away from Eddie, not really moving out of Eddie’s space. “Took you long enough,” Buck joked and Eddie let out a laugh, holding onto Buck’s waist just a little tighter.

           “Well, I was just looking for the right moment,” Eddie said back as he stroked his thumb over Buck’s waist.

           “I think you found it,” Buck said and ducked in for another quick peck because he couldn’t help himself and because he finally could.

#buddiefirstkiss #firstkiss2020 #buddie #buddie fic #my writing #911 fox #911 fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #isabel diaz #hen wilson #henrietta wilson #karen wilson

[toosicktoocare]

I guess here’s a second chapter to my first 9-1-1 fic because almost every ao3 comment was someone asking for a part 2.

Part 1 here!

Eddie’s gone when Buck wakes, the comforting heat at his back replaced with the faint chill of abandoned sheets. He rolls onto his back, a few sharp coughs slipping past his lips, and his hand grazes the empty side of the bed, fingers lightly curling into the rustled blankets. 

His other arm drapes over his eyes, the weight pushing back against the headache throbbing at his temples. His skin is hot to the touch, concerning even to him. He didn’t mean to let himself get this bad, he just... Five months, he thinks. Five months lost. Five months spent in a hospital and rehab. Five months falling behind the others.

He groans, coughing harshly, and he lifts his arm, rolling his head toward the empty side of the bed. He and Eddie... They... His thoughts are jumbled, and he wants to blame the fever, but he can’t shake this hint of a feeling that there’s something else, something different, something he should chase. 

Sitting up jostles his lungs, and he brings his curled fist to his mouth, coughing over and over into it until he’s borderline light-headed from the sheer, trembling force alone. His vision is slightly hazy, but he can still make out the digital clock on Eddie’s bedside table reading 2:07 AM. 

He’s been out since 8, yet he doesn’t feel like he’s rested at all. He feels positively terrible, every inch, every crevice of his body hurts, a dull, nagging pain that makes his movements slow, sluggish even. He’s blood feels as if it’s coated in ice, yet his face is burning hot. It’s incredibly uncomfortable, and he’s sure the medicine he took before hasn’t even touched his fever. 

He swings his legs over the bed, leaning both elbows on his knees with a shaking sigh. “Shit,” he whispers out into the empty room. The small motion left everything spinning, and he takes a moment to blink away the dizziness coating his vision. Getting to his feet yields similar results, but he moves through the swaying, snagging Eddie’s comforter to drape around his shoulders before he shuffles out of the room in search of Eddie. 

He’s quiet when he leaves the room, muffling a few coughs into the fabric of the comforter, and he follows the faint sounds of talking, stopping just before the living room to listen to Eddie’s quiet voice. 

“I don’t know, Bobby. He’s really bad.” 

There’s a pause, and Buck frowns, leaning against the wall and swallowing back a few coughs.

“I know he always bounces back. Look--no--I know that’s how Buck is, Bobby, but he passed out because he’s been pushing himself so hard to catch back up to us!”

Eddie’s voice is a hushed whisper, but the intensity attached to each word is sharp, evident, and Buck’s eyes cast to the floor.

“Bobby, how am I not supposed to freak out? After his leg, and throwing up blood... the blood thinners--”

Buck pushes off the wall, ignoring the rather severe wave of dizziness that washes over him in favor or stepping into the room, a frown pulled tightly at his lips.

“Buck!”

Eddie’s on his feet, worry etched across his face, and he’s starting toward him, but Buck wordlessly stops him, holding a hand out.

“What are you doing up? What’s wrong?”

“Let me talk to Bobby,” Buck rasps out, wincing at the pain coating his throat, and though Eddie seems hesitant that Buck’s even standing, holding the blanket clasped at his throat with one hand, he hands over the phone, and Buck moves it to his ear while Eddie guides him to the couch with a gentle hand to the small of his back.

“Hi, Bobby.”

“Christ, Buck, you sound terrible.”

Buck’s still getting used to having so many people worry for him, it’s still unfamiliar, and he’s still adapting to having Maddie back, and Bobby, Hen, and Chimney, and... He spares a glance to see Eddie watching him intently, brows furrowed, body leaned forward as if waiting for Buck to collapse again.

“Yeah,” Buck answers around a few coughs. “I feel like shit, but I’ll be okay.” He cocks his head to the side, smiling deviously at Eddie. “I have a great nursemaid.”

Eddie mouths ‘fuck you,’ and Buck laughs, but his humor is short-lived when he erupts into a rather painful coughing fit. The blanket slips from his shoulders, and he moves the phone away briefly, curling forward to cough harshly over and over. He’s only faintly aware of Eddie snagging the phone, but then he feels Eddie’s hand on his back, rubbing small circles.

“Easy, Buck.” Eddie presses the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Bobby, I’m here.”

Buck’s chest is burning, and he wills his lungs to breathe, to expand, to bring in air, and after a few moments, his coughing tampers off, and the fatigue comes back heavy. He’s shaking. His face is sweat-slick, yet his teeth are chattering, and he can feel Eddie tugging the blanket back over his shoulders. He slumps back against the couch, eyes heavy, half-lidded, but he watches as Eddie puts the phone on speaker.

“Buck, you need to take this seriously. Eddie said you started feeling sick a week ago?”

Bobby doesn’t sound mad, but Buck almost wishes he did. He’d rather take angry Bobby then disappointed Bobby.

“I’m sorry, Bobby,” he starts, feeling far too emotional for the second time in hours. He swipes at his welling eyes. “I just--”

“--wanted to catch up,” Bobby finishes, and Buck frowns at the phone.

“But, you don’t need to do that. All you need to do right now is rest, Buck. You have to learn to pace yourself, not just for your sake but for ours as well. Imagine if you had fainted in the burning house earlier. Did you consider how much danger you could have put that father and son and Eddie in?”

Eddie’s free hand drops to Buck’s shoulder, and he gives it a squeeze. Buck drags his welling gaze from the phone to Eddie’s, his dark eyes bleeding with concern.

“I’m sorry,” Buck whispers, more-so to Eddie, and Eddie moves his hand to Buck’s cheek, swiping a tear away from Buck’s burning cheek. He mouths ‘I know’ just as Bobby chimes back in.

“I know, son. Just worry right now about getting better, and do not even think about coming into work tomorrow. You either, Eddie. We can handle it for a few days, so you just stay and take care of Buck.”

“But, Bobby, Eddie--”

“--I’ll stay with him,” Eddie interrupts, holding Buck’s gaze with his own sharp yet worried one. “I’ll keep you updated.” Eddie says his goodbye and ends the call, and Buck holds Eddie’s gaze, unable to read Eddie’s dark, cloudy eyes, but then Eddie tosses the phone to the other end of the couch and presses the back of his hand to Buck’s forehead.

“You feel warmer than before.” Concern is mixed in Eddie’s tone, and he leaves the room, coming back moments later with the thermometer.

Buck wordlessly complies, having no energy to even think about a potential protest, and when Eddie shows him the 104.2 degree reading, even he can’t ignore the burning pit in his stomach that’s twisting in worry.

“Shit.” Eddie presses the back of his hand to Buck’s forehead once more, as if trying to determine if the small device is lying, but the heat is evident, and he carefully helps Buck to his feet.

Buck goes along with the motions, leaning heavily against Eddie as Eddie guides him back into the bedroom. It takes a few moments to get Buck settled in bed again and pumped with more medicine and water, and Buck would be lying if he said he isn’t relieved to be back in the warmth of Eddie’s bed.

Eddie disappears, coming back with a cool, damp washcloth, and he drapes it over Buck’s forehead, a frown plastered to his lips.

“Old school,” Buck rasps out, though the cloth feels heavenly against his far-too-warm face.

“Well, I’m growing a little desperate here.” Eddie glances at the clock. “It’s been hours, and you’ve only gotten worse.”

“Eddie--”

“--if you say ‘I’ll be fine’ right now, Evan, I swear I might lose it.”

Buck clamps his mouth shut, frowning deeply. He can see the stress pushing past the concern in Eddie’s eyes, and he wordlessly pats the empty side of the bed. Eddie moves around until he’s sitting with his back against the headboard, and Buck drags a tired gaze to the ceiling.

“If I admit that I’m pretty sick, will that ease some of your stress?”

“No,” Eddie breathes out a breath of a laugh, running one hand through his hair. “It will make it worse, so how about you just get fucking better?”

“I’ll try.” Buck’s eyes slip closed, unwilling to stay awake a moment longer, fatigue and illness pressing down on his chest heavily, and he nods off to the faint feeling of Eddie smoothing the damp cloth over his cheeks and neck.

When he wakes again, it’s to soft voices coming through the crack of the closed bedroom door.

“Can I see Buck?”

“He’s still feeling pretty sick, so I think it’s best to let him sleep, bud.”

“Is he going to get better?”

“Of course! It’s Buck! Now, we should go. Abuela is waiting outside.”

“I really really want to say bye to Buck.”

Buck slips from the bed, shivering lightly at the loss of heat. His head still feels an imbalance of light and heavy, and his vision sways slightly, but he feels a fraction better than before, even if just the smallest bit. He swallows back a few coughs, clearing his throat with a wince, then slowly pulls the door open with a wide, genuine smile playing at his lips.

“Hey, Chris!”

“Buck!” Christopher throws his small arms around Buck’s waist, and Buck bends over, blindly reaching out to Eddie for support to combat the sudden wave of dizziness while he wraps his other arm around Christopher’s back.

“You headed to school?” He asks, pulling away from the hug.

“Yeah. Dad said you guys are going to watch cartoons all day.”

“Oh?” Buck cocks a brow toward Eddie. “Did he now?”

“He said it’s the best way to make someone feel better.” Christopher smiles up at Buck. “It always makes me feel better when I’m sick.”

A car horn sounds from outside, and Eddie places both hands on Christoper’s shoulders. “Okay, kid, let’s get a move on before you’re late. Buck will still be here when you get back.”

Buck waves at Christopher, and as soon as the two are out of the house, he falls against the wall, sinking to the floor as a burning coughing fit rips up his throat. He doesn’t hear Eddie enter the house once more, but he suddenly feels a steady hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, Buck, breathe.”

Buck nods and coughs until the fit tampers off, leaving him heavily winded and exhausted. He leans into Eddie’s cool touch on his cheek, eyes fluttering open when Eddie slides his palm from his cheek to his forehead.

“You don’t feel as warm as last night.” Eddie tilts his head, eyes dragging all across Buck’s pale yet flushed features. “But, that sounded like it hurt. How are you feeling?”

Buck considers the question as Eddie helps him to his feet and to the couch. “Shitty, but maybe a little less shitty then last night?” He falls onto the couch, shooting Eddie a purely grateful look when Eddie drapes the throw blanket on the back of the couch over him, pausing to tuck the corners tightly around him.

“Very descriptive,” Eddie calls out as he leaves to grab more medicine and the thermometer.

“Sorry,” Buck calls out weakly, unapologetic. “My mental dictionary is kind of lacking since my body is trying to boil my brain.”

“And whose fault is that?” Eddie says when he returns, brows arched, waving  the thermometer in front of Buck’s face.

Buck snags the thermometer and plucks it under his tongue, a faintly bitter looking playing at his face, one that Eddie smirks at. The reading, 103.2, is definitely better than last night, but Eddie’s not entirely satisifed with it.

“I mean,” Buck starts with a shrug, “it could be worse?” He takes the medicine Eddie wordlessly passes him, watching Eddie flop down on the couch beside him as he pops a few pills into his mouth.

Eddie turns on the TV, flipping channels into he finds Christopher’s favorite station that runs cartoons all day.

“You weren’t joking about that,” Buck comments softly around a few weak coughs, tugging the blanket tighter around himself to ward of the faint chills clinging to him.

“Nope,” Eddie says, popping the ‘p.’ “We are going to lounge around all day until you’re better.”

Buck frowns, pulling his gaze toward Eddie. “You know you can go to work, right? I’ll be fine. You hate taking off work--”

“--Buck,” Eddie interrupts, snapping his gaze to wide, blue eyes. “Do me a favor and shut up?”

Buck’s got a little more energy, more than last night, so he presses, voice rough, cracking slightly. “Eddie, man, I don’t understand. Why’re you doing all of this for me?”

“Because I love you, you moron, now shut up,” Eddie starts, wrapping strong fingers around Buck’s warm jaw and moving Buck’s gaze back to the TV, “and watch the cartoons.”

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 fox #Buddie #buddie 9-1-1 #buck/eddie #eddie/buck #sickfic #whump #whumpfic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #my writing #my 9-1-1 writing

[evanbuckley-heartofgold]

I totally get it no worries! What about Bobby getting hurt in the bomber episode? (Saw you sharing the gif set haha)

Sorry this took me so long, but I really wanted to get this right! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it!

Bobby feels like he’s in a nightmare. 

The second he realizes the bomb would be in the firehouse, he began to imagine all of the ways that this could end. He hadn’t thought of this one. 

Buck is laying in the street battered and bloody with an entire ladder truck on top of his leg. Other firefighters were thrown from the truck and are laying on the pavement. Freddie stands in the middle of it all, bomb strapped to his chest. Bobby watches as Chimney steps forward as Freddie asks for the captain, his arms raised above his head.

He knows before Freddie says it that Chimney isn’t the captain he’s looking for. He has to do what he needs to do to protect his family. 

“I love you,” Bobby whispers into Athena’s ear as he pushes past the police forming a barricade and into the intersection, ignoring their calls after him. This is his responsibility, now he has to pay up and keep Buck and the rest of his crew safe.

“Freddie,” Bobby calls, getting the boy’s attention.

He turns around and faces Bobby, a manic crazy in his eyes. “Thought you’d be on the truck.” 

“I’m here now.” Bobby cast a glance down at Buck, he’s looking worse and worse by the second. “What’s next? Is this what you wanted?

“I wanted you dead.”

“I get that, but what about them.” Bobby forces himself to focus, it doesn’t matter what happens to him, he’s got to protect his firefighters. “What about him?” Bobby nods at Buck who looks up at him in pain. “He’s got parents, a sister, a girlfriend and he never did anything to you. He wasn’t even a firefighter when your father burned down that restaurant.”

“Collateral damage.” Freddie doesn’t even look at Buck. 

“Is that how you see yourself?” Bobby takes a step forward. “An unintended victim in all this?” Another step.

“Stop!” Freddie tightens his grip on the trigger. Bobby freezes, eyes flashing to the bomb. “One more step, we all go boom.”

“Freddie, you got dealt a bad hand and I am sorry about that,” Bobby treads carefully now. The bomb is going to go off, he just needs to get it far enough away from Buck. “But what you did with it, that’s a choice. You stopped being a victim the moment you left that first bomb.”

“That lawyer she-”

“Did her job,” Bobby cuts in. “We were all doing our jobs.”

“Destroying my family,” Freddie spits. “My mom and I lost everything. She was in so much pain.”

“Wanna make it worse? You wanna make her watch you die?” Bobby sees Athena and another police officer leading Freddie’s mother into the intersection. Athena makes worried eye contact with him, but he shakes his head minutely and quickly mouths, I’m sorry.

“Mom...” 

While Freddie is distracted, Bobby grabs him from behind, trying to wrestle the trigger out of his hand. “No!” Freddie struggles with him and Bobby can feel his finger inching closer and closer to the button. 

He’s not getting out of this alive, not if it’s a choice between him and his firefighters. He holds on tight to Freddie as he uses all of his strength to propel them away from the truck. He swings a leg into Freddie’s knee, making him collapse onto the ground with Bobby still holding onto him. He hears Athena and Chimney and Buck and everyone shout as Freddie presses the trigger and the world goes black.

...

Chimney watches in horror as the bomb explodes, engulfing Freddie and Bobby. He watches his captain thrown a few feet into the air, landing on the ground with a sickening smack. Buck screams hoarsely. 

Then he’s running. He sprints towards them, Eddie and Hen on his heels. 

“Chim, you get Buck, Eddie and I’ll check on Bobby,” Hen tells him. 

He nods quickly and veers right. Buck looks up as he comes closer and it looks a lot worse up close. Chimney shakes off that thought and kneels down next to Buck. His friend groans in pain. Blood covers the left side of Buck’s face, seeming to come from somewhere on his head, but tears carved their way through it and form a puddle on the ground. 

“Bobby...” Buck breathes, clearly struggling through his pain to make words. 

“Hen and Eddie are looking after him,” Chimney tells him. “I need you to focus, okay? How are you feeling?”

“Kinda numb,” Buck tells him. He can see that Buck isn’t looking at him, but instead past him to where Hen and Eddie are. He carefully positions himself so Buck can’t see them anymore. 

Chim reaches down and feels his pulse. It’s fast and his breathing seems to be shallow. “Just hang in there, Buckaroo.” He spares a quick glance at Eddie and Hen and the other paramedics on the scene attending to Bobby and Freddie. “I need hands over here!” He shouts. Two paramedics and firefighters rush over. “Probable crush injury,” he tells them quickly. “We need to get this truck off of him. He presses on his radio, “This is Captain 118, I need all available hands to move this truck and clear a path to the nearest trauma center.”

No response. 

They’re running out of time. 

Bobby and Buck are dying in the street. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Hen running with a stretcher, Bobby on top of it. That gives him a little hope, Bobby’s not gone yet. He catches a flash of white and sees Eddie pulling a white sheet over Freddie’s body. 

“Eddie!” He shouts. “I need help over here.” 

He looks up and immediately runs over to Chim, eyes intense. “What can I do?” 

“I need you to help lift the truck so I can pull him out.” Eddie nods and quickly grabs on to the truck. 

Chimney crouches down beside Buck again. “Bobby?” Buck asks. 

“He’s on his way to the hospital. I need you to hold still, try not to move.” He looks up at Eddie and nods. 

“Lift on three!” Eddie shouts. “One, two, three!” 

The firefighters and paramedics use all their strength to push the truck up. Buck screams in agony, tears streaming down his face. But they’re not strong enough the truck slams back down the few inches it had been lifted, making Buck cry out again. 

“We need more people,” Eddie tells him hopelessly. “There’s no way we can lift this alone.”  

Chimney nods, “Dispatch, this is Captain 118, we-” 

Before he can finish, the bystanders push past the police barricades and run to them. Chimney has never been a praying man, but as everyone puts a hand on the truck and Eddie counts down, he prays that this will work and that this will free his friend. 

This night has been hard enough for them all. 

Edie tightens his grip on Buck’s arms. Buck cries, biting his lip, as the truck is slowly lifted off his foot. Every second Chimney has to wait pains him, but finally, there is enough space for Chimney to drag Buck out from the truck. The truck crashes to the ground and Eddie helps Chimney get Buck onto a stretcher and rushed into the ambulance. 

The last thing Chimney sees before the doors slam shut is blood on the pavements reflecting the flashing lights. 

…

Buck wakes up slowly. He feels floaty, almost like he’s not completely solid. Everything around him is warm and soft. He hears the murmur of voices, but can’t understand any words. Then he feels a soft kiss on his forehead and he sinks right back into sleep. 

When Buck wakes up again he feels more grounded. He digs his fingers into the stiff sheets underneath him and exhales as he forces his eyes open. Blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness, Buck sees someone standing above him. She has tears in her eyes as she smiles down at him. 

“Maddie?” He breathes out. “How long have I been out?” 

“A few days.” 

Buck looks down at himself and finds his left leg in a thick white cast. “The ladder truck?” Buck asks. She nods and a second later he’s holding his crying sister in his arms. His thoughts immediately go to Bobby. The bomb exploded and Bobby was right next to it. Maddie’s crying that must mean… 

Maddie sits up and wipes her tears away with her thumb, “I’m sorry. You’re the one in the hospital bed, I shouldn’t be such a mess.” 

Buck shakes his head and takes a deep breath, “Is Bobby…”

“No, oh my gosh I should have said that first. He’s stable.” Buck exhales a dramatic sigh of relief. “The doctors think he has a good chance of making a full recovery. He’s not awake yet, but they’re hopeful.” 

“How?” Buck asks. “He-He was right next to the bomb.” 

“Call it a miracle,” Maddie smiles. 

“Can I see him?” Buck asks.

“I’ll go ask the doctor,” she pats his hand. “And I need to call Chim, they all got called into work so I’ll let them know that you’re okay.” 

“Thank you,” Buck says as Maddie gets up. She smiles down at him and then kisses his forehead, just like she used to do when he was little. 

Fifteen minutes later, Maddie comes back with a nurse and a wheelchair. The nurse helps Buck out of bed and then starts pushing him towards Bobby’s room. 

Once he’s inside, Buck feels like he can’t breathe. Bobby is laying on the bed, thick gauze covering what Buck can see of his chest as well as some of his forehead. His arms are burned and red, but his chest is rising and falling evenly. That’s what Buck forces himself to focus on. 

And in the chair beside the bed is Athena she looks up at him when the door opens and gives him a sad smile, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Buckaroo.” 

“Hi,” Buck says. “Um, can I sit with you?”

“Of course, honey,” Athena shifts her chair to give Buck room for the wheelchair to fit. “I think he’ll be glad to know you’re okay.” Buck leans his head on her shoulder and she takes his hand.  “I hope you know that once you’re both out of the hospital, neither of you are leaving my sight until you’re better again,” Athena tells him. 

Buck smiles, “You might have to fight Maddie on that one.” 

“She’ll give in,” Athena says. Buck takes a deep breath as Athena rubs her thumb over his knuckles. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m okay.” He looks down at his leg, “It doesn’t hurt so much.” 

“I’m glad to hear that.” 

Buck sits with Athena for as long as the doctors let him. Eventually, he has to go back to his own room and get looked over again.

Come the next morning, he’s back in Bobby’s room. This time Athena isn’t there, probably because she has to get her kids to school. Buck sits quietly at Bobby’s side, lost in his thoughts. He is pulled out of them by a groan. Bobby shifts on the mattress, his eyes still closed. 

He makes a soft humming sound and then Bobby’s eyes slowly open and he looks right at Buck. “Evan?” Bobby’s voice is dry and scratchy. Buck nods, pretending not to notice Bobby calling him by his given name. “You’re okay?” 

“Yeah,” Buck smiles. “I’m okay. Not as bad as you. I’m not trying to be mean, but you look like shit, Bobby.” 

Bobby rolls his eyes, “Not even a minute after I wake up and you’re already ribbing me?” 

Buck shrugs, “It’s what I do best.” Bobby laughs gently and the two fall into silence for a moment. But something is weighing on Buck’s mind. “Why did you stay? Why didn’t you run as soon as he pushed the trigger?” 

Bobby smiles and reaches out to touch Buck’s hand, “I had to get him away from you. You didn’t deserve to get any more hurt because of my mistakes. If I hadn’t then you would have been in the blast radius. I did what I knew would keep you safe.” 

Buck bites his lip, “You have Athena and May and Harry, you-you could have died trying to protect me, you almost did.” 

“It would have been worth it,” Bobby squeezes Buck’s hand. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that I failed another one of my kids. You’re really important to me, Buck. What kind of parent would I be if I stood by and watched you get hurt because of me?” 

His kid. Buck can’t deny that it doesn’t make his heart soar to hear that. He’s never really been anyone’s kid, his parents didn’t love him and he never had anyone who loved him that way until he met Bobby. Buck can’t stop himself from leaning forward and embracing Bobby as much as he can, crying into his neck. 

“Bobby… I...” Buck can’t get all the words he wants to say out, they’re stuck in his throat.

“I know, kid,” Bobby runs a hand over the back of his head. “We’re okay.” Bobby lets Buck stay like that for a few minutes before Buck sits up and quickly dries his tears with the back of his hand. Bobby smiles at him, “I feel like we’re going to be spending a lot of time together for the foreseeable future, so why don’t we just save the rest of the emotional talks for later, and right now just be happy that we’re both alive to tell the tale.”

Buck smiles through his tears, “Sounds good to me.”

#my fic #evan buckley #bobby nash #howard han #howie han #maddie buckley #henrietta wilson #eddie diaz #tw hospital #tw bombing #911 #911 fic #911 on fox

[charliedoyleloves]

You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out w viktor? :>

“You Caught Me Doing Something Dangerous and Flipped Out” – Three Armed Metal Husband ft an engagement???? Maybe not exactly the trope, but still. I know you live for this content Maddie, do not lie to me.

@shvnpo

Also going to tag @sacredempressnatlyia because this seems like the type of thing you would like. If you don’t want to be tagged again, let me know!

He was stalking around the room again, his leg brace clacking against the floor with every odd step. Step, clack, step, clack, step.

The clack didn’t come, and they realized he knew they were awake.

“Charlize-“ his voice was a low growl, one that they were rarely on the receiving end of, “what were you thinking? The Enforcer? The Grey Lady?”

There were many things that Viktor was not. And subtle or patient was rarely one of them. He was a man of engineering, and engineering had things to do. Even his feelings were frantic and oh so loud. A fast paced song that they could never get him to dance with them to.

Charlie sat up, legs flexing where they couldn’t move any longer. They stared at Viktor, maskless and frazzled, so they did not need to stare down. It was obvious what was happening with them. Their job had them support their own weight, move it around and manipulate it.

Charlie knew that they were lighter now.

“You needed someone to go. The auction had Blitz’s tech, I needed to get it back for you.” Their arms supported them as they got into a straight sit. Legs aching. “How were any of us to know it was a set up for Ferros to go after someone? Lets face it, shady blackmarket deals is kind-of what I do for you.”

“No!” His arms flew wide, third arm pulling at his hair slightly. A habit to calm himself. “You’re a fucking acrobat Charlie! That is your job, one that I know you love! I don’t need you to be doing any of this!”

They threw up their hands, a sign that he would know was them condescending. With him trying to remove his emotions, how could they explain that they had to go after his technology because it would make him feel better. That their decision was purely emotional.

He took a deep breath, one they could almost feel in his song, and dragged his hands down his face.

“You are an important person. To the Cirque, to the Evolution.”

They bit their tongue, stopping themselves from making an inappropriately snarky comment. One to hide the hurt of him not mentioning himself. Once upon a time, he would have brought up that they were important to him.

But that was just being selfish. Viktor had his hands, all three, full with the prosthetics and surgeries he was doing. Important work.

“Just say it Vik. It was stupid and reckless.” They shrugged, listening to the frantic thrum of him. Hoping it would calm it down. “Not your fault, but mine.”

Just facts. The highest proof of something. Facts over feelings, right?

But he didn’t speak again for a while. Time that they used to finally face their own facts. Looking down, they traced the outline of their legs under the sheets. From their hips, to thigh, then cut off. The blade of the Grey Lady, the Steel Shadow of Piltover, cut clean through above their knee.

As they tried to flex the muscles, it didn’t work properly. The ends of them not anchored right. The end of their acrobatic career. But they pioneered a new type of magic with their studies before their performances. One that they could devote their time to now, right?

The tears darkened the sheet, hot and streaming steadily. Breath caught in their chest, a fault of emotion not physiology.

Step, clank, step, clank, step.

Viktor left the room, leaving them alone. Would the Cirque really care for them, now that they could not perform for them? Their parents didn’t care, their debt to the family paid off. Viktor suppressing any care in him. With his song gone, they were acutely aware of how alone they were.

Their own feelings, a song they thought they were deafened to, bounced off the walls of the empty room. Empty beds and empty chairs around them, just as their parents had warned. They could not leave the room, basically becoming a cell all their own. Just like would have waited for them had they stayed in Demacia.

Was their fate ultimately to always end up trapped?

Their breath quickened, and their legs twitched and magic buzzed beneath their skin. It did not come, instead the magic uselessly flowing to their legs and not returning. Trying to heal something that it was never meant too.

The metal walls only caused it to bounce back to them. An echo chamber for their unheard songs. Dragging them into their unfortunate thought spiral. Getting louder and louder in their magic which deafened them to everything.

When a hand rested upon their shoulder, it all stopped.

“Charlie, I’m going to remove the sheet.”

Viktor��s voice was far softer now, his song still frantic but not unusually so. The tempo off and instruments of his emotions not in sync. He must have used some of his chems to force himself to be calm.

They moved their hands so he could, turning their head to hide their distaste. The cut of their legs was clean, not shocking from a professional. If one of the Glorious Evolution was not there to cauterize the wounds, they would have died of bloodloss quite quickly. The young man’s chem induced calm likely being the only thing that saved their life.

But perhaps it would have been better if there were no such chems.

Charlie’s leg jumped at the feeling of cold metal, not at all the overly warm metal of Viktors augments. They swore, turning back to him before stopping.

Beside their leg was an intricately made full leg. Copper swirled in filigree above matte red and blues. The metalwork being among the finest he had made. Large enough to fit over their thigh. Long enough that it would have covered their entire leg. The feet being just their size.

“I can create the inner workings of a prosthetic for you, but…” His taking the calming chems made more sense as they looked over the fine craftsmenship. “Is this the shell of them you would want? Something plainer can be created, if it’s too much.”

An engagement gift. It wasn’t among the finest metalwork Viktor had made, but would have been the finest to date.

They looked to him, their eyes wide. Brown meeting his own dark blue. Exhausted rings around his, a stubble that would have taken him too many days without shaving to achieve. Third hand resting upon their shoulder and rubbing small circles.

On his knees beside their bed.

“You made me leg braces?”

Like the one he wore, but so much more. Just, more. Something they could wear in their performances. The points where they were most themselves, they would wear his finest work.

“A pair, yes.” One of his hands shook the spare one. Looking away to focus on his creation. “You hold onto Demacian Aesthetic Principles, and symmetry is a good thing, yes? And I was testing out some engineering that could give you options should your gravitational magic is not enough. I tested the heels, but they should be able to dampen the shock of large falls. Possibly even reducing them into their entirety because of the hydraulics-“

Charlie leaned forward and put a hand on his cheek. The frantic pace of his song increasing as everything was beginning to sound in tune. Accidentally wearing the chems away with the sheer frantic nature of the moment. A spiral downwards into emotion.

“Viktor, I would love for those to be the shells.” Their thumb rubbed against him, and they watched his eyes flit back and forth as he thought. “I just want to be sure what all you are asking me; will you marry me?”

They heard a group of wind instruments pause, a group of the assistants, nurses, and helpers of his Glorious Evolution listening in. With the augments he gave them, no doubt.

But his slight laughter against their hand pulled their thoughts from that. His eyes darting back to theirs as he leaned into their hand.

“How is it even when I’m on my knee, you propose?” All three of his hands rested on them. One a cheek, one at their waist, the third kept to their shoulder. A tired smile and the craftsmanship telling them how long he had thought of this. “But I need to be certain that you are not accepting because of a fear-“

“In my trunk with the Cirque, there is a cloak that is enchanted and made with the finest materials that I could get my hands on.” It was a task to keep their focus on his eyes, to not draw themselves inward. To not revert back to the childhood habit of taking up as little space as possible. “I ask you as someone who has spent the last five years loving you.”

They could not force a smile upon their face. Not because it wasn’t a happy moment, but because they needed him to know that this was serious to them. That they meant the words they said. That they spent nearly five hundred hours embroidering and enchanting the gift they were too scared to give him.

“My Gravity,” they flushed as the new nickname, knowing how important he thought such things; the heat of both his hands upon their cheeks; the intensity of his stare, “I will spend the rest of my days returning to you, for as long as you would have me.”

They laughed a bit, leaning into him as their hands went to hide their face. Ears reddening and curling into themselves. New leg to be accidentally falling to the ground.

“You could have just said yes.”

Their own song was humming in their ears, heartbeat acting as the drumline. His laughter adding more to the music.

His hands shifted, letting him shift them further onto the bed, and he climbed up. Not nearly as armored as usual, the thin fabric of his shirt warming them up. Literally being soft around them. They hid further into their hands.

Pillows were shuffled, him trying to find a comfortable way to lay down in the bed that was too small for him. Legs bent where theirs was propped against him. Not saying a thing about how he curled around them as if to protect them.

Charlie did elbow him about it.

“So,” he whispered into their hair, “do you think I will have to tell my mother about this? Or will the others whom were totally working and not listening in will?”

They laughed into their hands and his chest.

“Would you risk her not hearing it from you the first moment you see her next?” Hands were moved, trying to figure out the new comfortable. Still tucked under his chin. “If the first thing you say to her is not ‘I got engaged’ or ‘They Said Yes’, she will hold it over you for the rest of your life. Frankly, you should call her now.”

“Maybe.” It was a hum against their head. “You need rest though. I noticed that your mana has been draining and it has been impacting your vitals for days. Sleep, more sugars to keep yourself balanced, and low activity until I can at least make a temporary prosthetic to stop the magic from draining.”

“Can I ask one thing?”

Another hum.

“Can you kiss me?” They could feel and hear the curious and amused look on his face. Whether it was their magic or just seven years of knowing him was not as important. “We did just get engaged, I did just wake up from a major injury, and it has been over a week since the last time.”

One of his hands tilted their chin uncomfortably high as he stooped at an equally uncomfortable level on the bed. But it was still a kiss that they loved dearly.

#answered #three armed metal husband #and i guess an engagement #si: piltie #look man i would love to marry that man if i knew how #charlie does art #charlie writes #eurekasdiary #no edit i die like an idiot

[highfivecalum]

Dark In Your Heart {CEO!CH} 4

Previous Chapters: One Two Three

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Maddie yawned loudly as she exited the elevator that led to the floor of the building she worked on. She was exhausted from the night before, not having gotten much sleep due to binge watching Netflix all night, and all she wanted to do was go back home, crawl into bed, and finish the show she was watching. But, alas, she had responsibilities and needed to work, so there she was; coffees in hand and bags under her eyes as she walked into work.

“Good morning, Ms. Thompson!” Said the receptionist who was way too friendly and chipper in the mornings. Maddie offered her a smile and a wave as she quickly made her way into Calum’s office.

She was late, only a few minutes, but still. She was never late, always liked to be on time, and she hoped that Calum wouldn’t be mad at her. Maddie quickly threw her coat and purse on her chair before rushing to his office door, not even having a chance to open it as Calum opened it, bumping into her, and spilling their coffee everywhere.

It wasn’t as hot as it was when she first ordered them, the cold air outside cooling them down a bit, but they were still hot. And now covering Calum’s pants and white shirt. Oh, Maddie thought, fucking kill me now. Calum stood there, mouth open and his eyes closed, squeezed shut. He was trying his hardest not to flip out and scream at Maddie since it wasn’t completely all her fault. He knew he had to keep his cool. Or at least try to.

“I- oh my God. I’m so, so sorry, Mr. Hood.” Maddie could feel her face heating up because of everybody staring at the two of them. Maddie covered her mouth with her hands and prepared herself for Calum’s wrath.

He finally opened his eyes and looked at her, his face softening at how nervous she looked, and he took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to yell at her, he wasn’t going to yell at her, he wasn’t going to yell at her. He sure as shit wanted to, but he wasn’t going to yell at and embarrass her in front of everybody in the office. And, honestly, he didn’t think he could find it in himself to yell at her.

“I’m sorry.” Maddie whispered once again since Calum still hadn’t said a word.

“It’s fine, Maddie. Stop apologizin’.” He snapped. His tone wasn’t raised, but it was nowhere near nice or soft and Maddie gulped. It was official, her boss, Calum Hood, hated her. She silently handed him the napkins that were on her desk, even though at this point, they wouldn’t do shit to help him. “Get in here.”

Maddie did as he said and shut the door behind her, resting her back against them as she watched Calum pull his wallet out of his coat pocket, get his credit card out, and hold it out for her to take. She hesitantly took it, still unsure of what was happening. “Why are you giving me this?”

“Go to Saks and buy me a new outfit. Pants and a shirt. I don’t care what color as long as they match.” He told Maddie his shirt and pant size and watched as she nodded her head frantically, mouthing the sizes as to remember them better. “And buy me a new coffee. Hurry. I have a meeting in twenty minutes. And I need you there with me.”

“Wait, what? You want me there, too?” Maddie hadn’t heard of this yet and she wasn’t aware that part of her job description. It made her even more nervous, having to sit in a meeting with her boss and God knows who else.

“Yes, Maddie. You’ll be coming with me.” Calum flicked his wrist up to check the time and cursed. He debated, for a second, what to do. He didn’t want to be late, knew that would be unprofessional, but he also knew that showing up to his meeting covered in coffee was just as unprofessional. “Forget it.” Calum took his card out of Maddie’s hands and pulled his blazer on. “We’re going together. If I wait for you to go alone we’ll be late. So let’s go.”

Maddie followed Calum out of his office and didn’t bother putting her coat on, just grabbing it and her purse and speed walking to catch up with her boss who was already to the elevator. She tried putting her coat on, dropping her purse in the process, causing it to spill everywhere in the elevator.

“Shit.” Maddie bent down, collecting her belongings, and shoving them into her purse, dropping her coat in the process of doing that, and almost screamed in frustration. She was stressed and nervous and embarrassed from spilling coffee on Calum. And overall just exhausted from getting only three hours of sleep and not having any coffee yet since she had spilled both of them.

Calum rolled his eyes at her and ran a ring clad finger through his brown hair in annoyance. “Let me help you.” Calum picked up her coat and motioned for her to turn around, holding the coat up for her and her purse in his hand so she could slide her arms in. She pulled her hair out from under, making Calum get a whiff of the coconut shampoo she had used, and took her purse back from him, smiling sheepishly.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t ever seem this much of a mess.” Calum spoke, not caring if he hurt her feelings. He was in a rush and needed coffee if he was going to get through the day, his clothes were wet and sticky, and all in all, he was now in a bad mood. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“Should I be worried about that being a common occurrence?”

“N-No sir.”

Sir. Calum’s pants tightened at that.

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“Maddie,” Calum’s voice pulled Maddie away from the shirt she was admiring on the rack and she rounded the corner to where the fitting room was, her mouth watering at the sight of Calum standing there; his new dress pants on and the new shirt he was purchasing, unbuttoned, showing off his tanned, toned stomach and tattoos.

It wasn’t like Maddie hadn’t seen him shirtless before- she had seen way more than that, but it was different. She bit her lip, remembering the way she kissed down his neck, to his stomach, to the top of his pants,  her mind wandering all the way to her lips wrapped around his-

“Maddie!” Calum snapped his fingers in her face and her eyes widened in disbelief at her fantasizing and remembering the night she spent with her boss. Her cheeks heated up and she quickly looked away from his bare stomach to his face. She swore she could see a smirk on it, but she tried to pretend she didn’t, knowing it would rile her up even more. She couldn’t be thinking about her boss naked at nine in the morning.

“Uh, sorry. What?”

“Which tie?” Calum held both up in front of his white shirt; one a plain black and one a deep red. His pants and shoes were black and shirt white, so either would match, but Maddie was instantly drawn to the red. She knew with Calum’s complexion that he would look dashing in red, so she pointed to it without a second look at the black one.

“The red.”

“That’s what I was thinkin’,” Calum dropped the black one on the chair behind him and held the red one out for Maddie to take while he button his shirt and tucked it into his pants. He would glance up ever so often, finding Maddie already looking at him, and her cheeks would heat up every time. Was he doing it on purpose? Was he trying to get a rise out of her? “Ever put a tie on somebody?”

“Um, yeah. Yeah. My ex-boyfriend.”

Maddie took a step forward, her heels clicking against the floor under her feet, and wrapped the tie around Calum’s neck. She inhaled sharply, getting an overwhelming smell of Calum; cologne and the faint smell of cigarette smoke, and she gulped at their close proximity. She was trying her hardest to look nowhere but the tie, but that included looking at his neck and how it worked when he swallowed, and she swore she was going to combust. Maddie was way too attracted to him.

“Ex-boyfriend, huh?” Calum cocked an eyebrow and Maddie spared a quick glance at him, nodding her head and almost frowning at the memory of him. She didn’t like to talk about it, considering it was a fresh break up- just a little bit over three weeks ago. “What happened to make him an ex?”

“You really want to know?” Maddie finished tying the tie expertly, better than Calum would have done, and took a step back, finally being able to breathe properly now that she wasn’t just centimeters away from Calum and so close to his lips that she so badly wanted to feel against her own again.

“”M interested.” Calum shrugged his blazer on over his shirt. Thankfully that didn’t get drenched in coffee like everything else did.

Maddie debated on telling him, but then decided, what’s the hurt? They had already had sex, there weren’t many other boundaries to be crossed. So, with a sad smile on her face, Maddie told him. “He cheated on me. Several times. And when I confronted him about it, he broke up with me before I could break up with him.”

“What an asshole.” Calum scoffed. He couldn’t imagine how any man could cheat on a girl like Maddie. Sure he didn’t know her as well as he would have liked to, he still knew that she was nice and it wasn’t a secret that she was gorgeous. “And an idiot.”

“Yeah, so, that’s that.” Maddie ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat. She wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible. Maddie found talking about her personal life with Calum was weirder than it should have been. “Are you ready to go? We’re going to be late.”

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The meeting went smoothly, as they always did, and as Calum finished up a conversation with one of the editors, Maddie stood by the table that was filled with coffee, donuts, and bagels. She sipped her coffee, not bothering to eat anything since she wasn’t hungry enough to, and patiently waited for Calum to be done.

“Hey there,” Maddie looked up to see a man, probably in his late thirties, smiling at her. Maddie offered him a small smile, not in the mood to be conversing with men she didn’t know and wasn’t sure if she was even supposed to be talking to, but he extended his hand and introduced himself. “I’m Stephen.”

Maddie had manners, she wasn’t rude, so she shook his hand with a fake smile and introduced herself. “Maddie.”

“Never seen you around before, Maddie. Are you new here?”

“Um,” Maddie looked at Calum, hoping he would end his conversation and save her from hers, the one she was unwillingly taking part in, but he was paying no attention to anybody but the man he was talking to. “Not to the city, but to this job, yes.”

“So you know the city then?” Stephen asked with a smirk and Maddie simply nodded her head. This conversation was going nowhere fast and she just wanted it to end. “We should get a drink sometime. Get to know each other better. What do you say?”

“She says no, Stephen.” Calum appeared out of nowhere and Maddie sighed happily. He saved her without even knowing it. “So stop flirting with my assistant. What do you say?”

Stephen scoffed, mumbling something under his breath, and shouldered past Calum. Maddie could sense the hostility between them and she knew that they were definitely not friendly in anyway. Sure, Stephen was cute, but she didn’t know him and he was sure as hell no Calum.

“Let’s go.” Calum motioned for her to follow him and the two, for the dozenth time that day, stood in the elevator together. In silence.

“Um, Mr. Hood?”

“Hm?” Calum didn’t bother looking up from his phone.

“I just- I want you to know that I wasn’t flirting with him- he was flirting with me. I don’t- I don’t want you to think I’m unprofessional.”

Calum looked up from his phone, glancing at Maddie and her nervous expression, and couldn’t help but turn the corner of his lips up at her. He didn’t care if she was flirting with him- or that’s what he told himself, but from across the room, Calum could tell that Maddie had no interest in Stephen at all.

“I know, Maddie. Don’t worry. That guy flirts with anything with a pretty face. Male or female.”

Maddie’s cheeks heated up at Calum’s words. She knew that he found her attractive, or he wouldn’t have sought her out, bought her drinks, and took her home that one night. But hearing it now, in the middle of the day, when they were clothed, at work and sober was completely different. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

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Eavesdropping

DannyMay 2019 themed story, I’m not late I’m just going my own pace pls be nice to me

CW for this chapter for semi-graphic descriptions of injury

Ectoplasm | Broken | Glass | Theory | Community | Or Read on AO3.

Day 16: Eavesdropping

She was always better at this kind of puzzle-solving, and this was one hell of a puzzle. Such a puzzle, in fact, that Maddie had doubts in her mind that she could even figure it out as she pulled into the FentonWorks driveway. Jazz immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and was out of the RV almost before it had fully stopped, walking quickly up to the door and opening it. Maddie took a deep breath before following, ignoring their luggage for now.

Entering the home, she noticed a strong, distinct smell. Ectoplasm, as well as cleaner. She took a few steps inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw green in the kitchen, and she poked her head in. Ectoplasm all over the floor. She frowned.

"Jack?" Maddie called out.

"Living room," Jack replied. Maddie followed the voice to the living room, and she took in the scene.

Jack was sitting in the living room armchair, looking tired and sullen while drinking some soda. Jazz was on her knees next to the couch near Phantom's face. Her face was twisted up as she was struggling to not cry. Maddie found it so odd how...emotional she was for a ghost. Teenagers. Even though Jazz has never been that emotional of a teenager.

"Where's Danny?" Maddie asked. Jack gave a half-hearted shrug, and she noticed Jazz tense up.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I tried calling him, but I didn't get any replies. I left messages, and I called Pam and Angela. They haven't seen him since school let out. Mr. Lancer too." Maddie's curiosity for Phantom was instantly overwhelmed by worry and concern for her son.

"That's so strange," Maddie mused. "But this isn't unusual for him either. I'm sure he'll be home soon." Despite her own words, she didn't seem very convinced. Jack simply nodded. "Why don't you fill me in on the situation?" Her eyes darted to her daughter, still by the ghost boy's side. Jack had copied her actions. Jazz didn't need to hear this.

"In the kitchen," he agreed, and he stood up.

Maddie stared worriedly at Phantom as she began to follow Jack out. Leaving her daughter alone with such a dangerous ghost went against every gut instinct she had. But Phantom looked so pale, his jaw having swollen up to where his face look bloated, and the skin around it looked bruised. She could tell his neck was suffering from the same rough treatment, as well as a very calculated and decided cut. The beginning of a skinning. And the way he laid there, barely awake and staring at really nothing in particular, it vaguely reminded her of when Danny got his tonsils taken out. How his jaw had swollen up after the surgery due to an infection, and how he had laid miserably on the couch while being babied by her. All the odd-flavored milkshakes he could ever want.

"So, what's our situation?" Maddie wondered the second they were in the ectoplasm covered kitchen. Jack took a deep breath.

"Something's wrong, and I can't pinpoint it," Jack told her. "And not just with Phantom. Well, it's related to him, but it's Danny too." Instant goosebumps.

"What about Danny?" Maddie questioned. "Do you think he's hurt?" Jack seemed to debate with himself a bit.

"I don't know. I think there's some kind of connection between Danny and Phantom. I think Danny's…helping him. I don't know why though," Jack confessed. Maddie's skeptical look was not lost on him. "I just can't think of anything else to explain it all. Why would Phantom come here after being so hurt? Why would he go directly to Danny's room? We've been talking for years trying to figure out why he has FentonWorks tech, despite all the anti-ghost measures. Maybe Danny's been giving it to him."

Maddie hummed thoughtfully. Of course, it seemed to fit. But it was such a stretch. Danny always seemed so afraid of ghosts. She always saw him running from them, as he should. He was inexperienced, and she didn't want him to get hurt.

"I don't know," Maddie replied slowly. "That seems a bit of a stretch. Phantom's a lot craftier than we give him credit for. I think he's just found a glitch within our system or took it from the RV. And going to us, to Danny's room? I think it's just to invoke sympathy." Which had admittedly worked.

Jack frowned.

"No, it's not just that. There's blood all over his bed," Jack told her. "I was changing the sheets, and there was so many blood stains in the mattress. Not ectoplasm. Blood. Well, there was other dried ectoplasm too, but." Jack paused, and Maddie was absolutely baffled. "That's also where I found Danny's cellphone. In the bed, and it was alongside a thermos. Something's up. Something's wrong, and I just." Maddie could tell Jack was becoming overwhelmed with emotions. Frustration. Fear. Worry. "I just wish Danny would come home already so I could know that he's okay."

"And he's not with Sam or Tucker?" Maddie wondered. Jack shook his head no. That was incredibly odd. He was almost always with one of them.

This was an absolute puzzle, the worst kind. She had all the pieces. She was so sure she had all of the pieces, but she had no big picture to compare the piece to. Danny had blood and ectoplasm on his bed. That did ring to Jack's theory that they were friends, but how would that even happen? How would they meet? Especially when Danny was so afraid of ghosts? That part didn't make sense.

"But, he's lost a lot of ectoplasm," Jack continued. "I don't know if it's the same with ghosts as with humans, but he had to have lost a good amount. I cleaned it up, but it was all over the stairs and Danny's room." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the kitchen's mess. "Sorry, I didn't get to the kitchen yet. I just wanted to get it out of the carpet before it stained."

"That was smart, thank you," Maddie nodded. "And of course, you had to move Phantom."

"Yeah, I cleaned him up a bit and gave him Danny's shirt," Jack told her. "It fits him really well."

She could hear somebody racing up the stairs, and a door upstairs opening. It was Jazz, Phantom wasn't about to run anywhere. Maddie and Jack stayed silent as they listened to her come back down the stairs moments later, practically flying down the stairs and back into the living room.

"Write what you can of what happened," Maddie could faintly hear Jazz instruct, and her heart skipped a beat. Jack's eyes were a bit wide too. Writing.

Maddie sped walked into the living room, seeing Jazz where she was before kneeling by Phantom on the floor. She held up her whiteboard for Phantom to write, the ghost holding a marker in his shaking hand ashe had moved to sat up. As Jack had said, she was able to notice that indeed, he fit perfectly into her son's shirt. Jazz glanced up at them, looking almost a bit guilty.

"I was hoping he could write what happened," she replied.

"That's brilliant," Maddie had to admit, and she moved to sit on the coffee table, Jack taking the armchair, and the family stared at Phantom.

Phantom barely looked like he could keep his eyes open, let alone write. He stared at the whiteboard, his hand wobbling as he finally made contact with the board. Slowly, he began to try and write something. The entire family waited in silent hesitation for something.

Maddie couldn't help but notice Phantom wheezing. As in, he's breathing. Why? Now that she noticed, she couldn't unsee it. It was creepy and odd to see Phantom pretend to be so human-like. His appearance didn't help. He did look...more alive than most ghosts. And the way he seemed so pained and sweaty added to the illusion. She wasn't even sure ghosts could sweat. Phantom was such an oddity.

After nearly five minutes of weakly moving his hand, he dropped the marker, and his hand plopped back to rest on his stomach. Phantom closed his eyes.

"What's it say?" Maddie wondered as Jazz turned the board around to see what was written. Jazz squinted slightly as she tried to decipher the code.

"Skulker?" Jazz asked aloud. Phantom had kept his eyes closed but still made a noise, nothing like Jack had heard yet tonight. It was a positive noise of acknowledgement, the best he could do.

"Skulker?" Jack repeated.

"Yeah, he's the mechanical ghost," Maddie reminded him. Jack's eyes lit up in recognition.

"So it's just a normal ghost fight," Jack concluded. "Just gone really bad."

The answer haunted him still though, and just by glancing at Maddie, he could tell it struck her odd too. Why a ghost would want to skin another ghost. They just really had a hard time letting go of such...animalistic behavior. It was disturbing to think about. Why would that ghost want to do that? It was so senseless.

Well, they were enemies. Maybe it was some...disturbed trophy of war.

"Can you please fix his jaw now?" Jazz practically begged. Maddie nodded, and she motioned for her to move.

Jazz quickly shuffled out of the way, and Maddie took her place. She lightly touched Phantom's cheek, and the ghost's eyes slowly opened.

"Alright, Phantom, we're going to see what we can do now," she told him. To her surprise, he didn't look afraid of her at all. The previously spaced out look, likely from shock now that she thought about it, was looking at her with such a loving warmth. Like he was looking at his mom. "Just hang in there." Phantom didn't say anything.

She carefully opened his mouth, and she could immediately see that Phantom had several teeth missing, and the inside of his mouth being deformed from two distinct fractures that she could see, thanks to said missing teeth. Many teeth that had been left behind were not spared, being cracked or severely damaged. Ectoplasm had stained his lips and was still pooling actively in his mouth from a few cuts on his inner cheek from broken bones and shattered teeth. His tongue looked nearly half-cut off. It all screamed painful, and she felt terrible for him. Especially with the way he stared at her hopefully for help. To fix this.

Gently, she felt the swollen skin, trying her best to tune out the pained whimper Phantom had let loose. She could feel the bones out of place. This was far from a simple jaw crack that she had expected him to have, that while she had no true medical degree, that she could still wire together. It looked more like somebody had stomped on his face repeatedly. And this wasn't even factoring in...the skinning. Or any other injuries he may have had. This was something a doctor needed to fix.

"How's it look?" Jack finally asked. Maddie didn't answer right away.

"This is worse than I expected," she finally admitted. She stopped prodding Phantom, and she found herself lightly stroking his hair comfortingly.

The ghost hunter hated herself for it, but she couldn't help it. Maddie was always going to be a mother first, and even though Phantom was a ghost, the town nemesis, that's not what he was right now. He was a badly injured kid, her son's own age and his exact size based on how well her son's t-shirt fit, that was likely terrified and had nowhere else to turn but them. For the first time, she found herself wondering who he was when he was alive. Where his family was, and how much Phantom's mother likely cried when she lost her son. He had to have been young when he died. Way too young.

"Can you fix it?" Jazz wondered desperately. Maddie glanced skeptically at Phantom as the ghost stared at her, and she shook her head.

"This is something a professional needs to handle," she finally decided. Jazz looked absolutely distraught, and Maddie glanced back at Jack. "Jack, we should call the hospital and see if they'd be willing to admit Phantom as a patient." Jazz's eyes grew wide.

"W-wouldn't that be dangerous for him?" she questioned nervously. Maddie sighed.

"...It could be. But if you want Phantom to get better, he needs a real doctor," Maddie told her, and Jazz hung her head. "Jack, call the hospital and ask, please?"

"You got it, baby," Jack replied, standing up. He glanced at Phantom. "May want to give him a bit more pain medicine. It's been a while since I gave him anything." Maddie nodded in agreement, and she stood up as well.

"Jazz, honey, keep an eye on him, okay?" Maddie told her.

Jazz nodded, and she returned to Phantom's side, watching her parents. Maddie watched Jazz's reactions out of the corner of her eye, and she paused after turning the corner, staying where she was. She reached out to nudge Jack, and he glanced back at her. She jerked her head towards the living room, and gave him a look. He was puzzled for a moment before understanding. He nodded, and he continued into the kitchen.

Jazz's reactions to all of this was not normal to her. Something was up.

Maddie waited patiently around the corner, listening close. And soon, she was rewarded.

"Danny, you need to tell them." It absolutely took Maddie a bit aback to hear Jazz call Phantom Danny. She nearly had forgotten that they shared a first name. A choked gurgle had replied. "Wait, let me try something."

Maddie peered around the corner carefully, watching Jazz scribble on the board before holding it up to Phantom. She couldn't quite read what it said from where she hid.

"Okay, just point," Jazz encouraged. Maddie could see Phantom point to one of the things written. Jazz frowned. "Danny, please. You need to tell Mom and Dad."

Tell them what? Jack had to have been right on some level, but the rabbit hole went deeper. Jazz knew something too. Both of her children were in cahoots with Phantom. For some reason, and it made her angry. He had to be manipulating them. Why else would Danny and Jazz, to be simple, betray them like that? Interact with such dangerous ghosts? Another piece was added to the puzzle, and it wasn't helping make anything clearer.

"Please," Jazz's voice had come out soft. "Please, at least think about it. You're so hurt, they need to know…" She paused, staring at Phantom before wiping away tears before they could fall. "I'm not going to tell them. It's not my thing to tell. But please. Please consider it. If you're going to tell them, it needs to be before we go. It may even be better then, because if you say something now, it'll help the hospital treat you. I know it's scary. But just...You heard Mom. This is so serious." Jazz had reached out to lightly touch Phantom's swollen jaw. "Do you really think you can hide this from her?"

What the hell could any of that even mean? Maddie was at a loss for words or anything that could even begin to help her understand.

Jazz sighed, and she had turned the board back to her, erasing what was written with her sleeve and jotting more things down. She turned it to Phantom again. "Okay, so it was Skulker. But what exactly went down? Are any of these close?"

Phantom didn't make any movements for a while, pausing before jabbing his index finger at two of the options. Jazz paused.

"Both?" she asked. Phantom held up two fingers. "Both. Hmm." Jazz stared at what the supposed situation was, and she could see her daughter's face twist up in slight horror as she had, somehow, narrowed down the mystery of what Phantom went through.

How come Jazz could communicate so much more smoothly with Phantom? Why did she know so much? Jack just...he had to be right. On some level, he had to be right. She couldn't think of any other explanation.

Maddie jumped as she felt Jack's familiar touch on her shoulder. She pulled away from the doorframe, looking at him. He motioned for her to come with him, and she did. Once in the kitchen, Jack broke the news to her.

"The hospital's willing to take Phantom in," he told her. Maddie sighed in relief. "But on the condition that the Guys in White come to assure nothing gets blown up." Maddie rubbed her eyes.

"Aren't we enough?" she asked tiredly. Jack shook his head no.

"Nope. They want government officials there," he replied. Maddie glanced at the doorway of the kitchen.

"Phantom will never go for this," she pointed out.

"It's his only option if he wants his jaw fixed," Jack reminded her. Maddie ran her hand through her hair.

"Well...I guess we'll have to see how he feels."

"I guess so." Maddie fell silent as she gathered her thoughts. "Well, go ask Phantom while I get him some medicine from the lab."

Jack nodded, and they each left. Maddie opened the basement door, and her face scrunched up as she noticed that the trail of ectoplasm was, indeed, unavoidable. Clear boot prints from when Jack had traveled before, but by now, the ectoplasm was mostly dry. No danger of slipping, just a disturbing amount that needed to be scrubbed later.

She carefully went down, and she found what Jack had given Phantom last time. She picked up another dose of it, and she returned up the stairs. In the kitchen, Jack was writing on a piece of paper stuck to the fridge, and she looked at him curiously.

"Did you ask Phantom?" she asked. Jack glanced at her.

"Yup. And he agreed."

Maddie was floored by this. He agreed? Despite the Guys in White? He had to be in a lot of pain to agree to such a thing. She stood, a bit stunned.

"I'm writing Danny a note telling him what happened," Jack continued. He lightly tapped Danny's cell phone that he had placed on the counter. "And to call you when he gets home."

She simply nodded at him. Almost dazed, Maddie went into the living room. Phantom and Jazz turned to glance at her. Jazz had a distinct distraught look to her, almost frazzled while Phantom seemed to have gotten paler and looked exhausted. Seeing Phantom again, really seeing him...going to a hospital despite the dangers was honestly a very risky call, but he was running out of options so quickly.

"Well, looks like we're going to the hospital," Maddie tried to sound optimistic, but it fell flat. "Let's get Phantom a bit more pain relief, and then we'll get all loaded up and head on over. How's that sound?"

Phantom gave a short nod the best he could. Jazz gave her a large, fake smile.

"It sounds great, Mom." Maddie knew that she was lying.

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how do you feel about Clark kids sneaking into each other's rooms at night? Eventually knowing where the floor creaks so they won't get caught? Nick giving Alicia the extra food he scraped up at dinner as she had been sent to her room? Idk jus ....

madison was never one for night lights or leaving doors cracked. strict bedtimes with no arguments. no bullshit no backtalk southern style upbringing. no bedtime stories? no stuffed animals. hell, alicia’s lucky if she even gets tucked in? 

but fuck me up clarks sneaking into each others rooms early on. madison wont come to hold bb leesha when she cries in the middle of the night? no comfort for nightmares - which is a steaming load of bullshit bc you know she fusses like fuck over nick - but goddd smol leesha in the hallway bc her parents’ door is locked and its daaaaark and she had a bad dreaam. nicks bedroom window is close to the street? and the street lamp? compiling all the blankets from both beds onto one of them? a smol kiddo clark nest. if nick’s room doesnt have a closet. or if there’s no big frightening gap between his bed and the floor. nicks room is saaaaafe. 

nicks room closest to their parents’ though. during the recession and kiddo boy laying in bed listening to them argue? staring at the ceiling and he knows theyre having money troubles. he knows damn well but he just wants them to shut the hell up about it. 

too wrapped up in their own argument to hear him opening his door? wandering down the hallway? making cereal by the light over the stove? glaring at their door before fucking off to alicia’s room? 

“still?” 

“yeah.” 

bitter angsty angry alicia getting yelled at and sent to her room without dinner in her first year or so of highschoooool. first time she ever “i hate you” to her mother for being cold and neglectful. and maybe she dug herself in by throwing her fork down and slamming the door? screaming into her pillow and then sitting there in sullen silence while her mother made a fuss in the kitchen and bitched about her to nick??

big brother to the rescue with a tupperwear of leftovers because “nick is a growing boy and needs his calories” or what the fuck ever, so obviously he’s allowed to graze the fridge as he pleases, meanwhile maddie has this like, quota or some shit for making little comments about alicia’s weight every day? 

whispered “ta daaaa” and their smiles at each otherrr. madison retreated to her room with a bottle of wine to text stephen at his second job about “your daughter is being awful again” 

heart to hearts in the darkk. growing taller and they barely fit on the mattress with room to spare anymore??

and then stephen dies and well. nick cant stand his mothers crying? and while he could fuck off and run away for a few days, he doesnt want to leave alicia .. essentially alone? 

spooning in the daaaaaaark. sniffling into their pillows. watery laughter over old childhood memoriess. 

“hey thanks for sticking around.” “dont get too used to it” “god youre a fucking asshole” 

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Excerpt:

‘Come on, kids, move your backsides. I need to be at work yesterday!’ screamed Emma Noble as she put her phone into the pocket on her blue nurse’s uniform. The only reply she got was the echo of her voice. Just when she was about to do her crazy banshee stalk through the house – that’s what her oldest kid, Josh, called it – one child, her eldest daughter, appeared in the kitchen.

Maddison, dressed in her white school shirt, a big red R for Rockingham Senior High School written on her chest, moved slower than a turtle. She walked past the scattered clothes by the dining table, which doubled as the clean unfolded laundry pile, her feet shifting fluff and dog hair across the vinyl floor. Emma could almost hear her vacuum cleaner groan as it sat in the corner of the room, its contents well past emptying limit. Maddie’s plain dark shorts looked as if she’d slept in them; no doubt they’d fallen off the bed where Emma had left her clean, folded clothes. And Emma would bet her left leg that Maddie hadn’t run a brush through her hair in days, though it looked passable now scraped up into a loose bun on top of her head. Her fifteen-year-old daughter was a sloth in every sense. She made a little effort on school days but at home she lived in her socks and Nike sliders and whatever clothes she picked up from the floor in her messy room. Emma had told her on many occasions that there could be white-tailed spiders breeding among the clothes on her floor, but it didn’t seem to faze the teenager.

Maddie slowly picked up two slices of toast and headed towards the door without so much as a smile. It was quite possible that Maddie was still half-asleep. The only proof she was actually alive, besides the fact she was walking and breathing, was that her phone was in her hand, earphones wedged in her ears and the tinny sound of music so loud Emma could hear it. Maddie would need a hearing aid before her thirtieth birthday. The hand that held her phone had the top loop of her school bag hooked between spare fingers, and Emma wanted to tell her to stop dragging it across the floor, especially because her red school jumper was about to fall out, but she knew better than to waste her breath when Maddie wouldn’t hear her.

Right, that was two kids accounted for, because ten-year old Max was already waiting in the car. It would be a sad day when he too joined the moody teenagers that inhabited her house. Emma found an elastic band on the table and quickly scooped her brown wavy hair up into a ponytail and then pulled her lip balm from her pocket and coated her lips. They always got dry at work because she never had time to drink. Being a nurse, there never seemed to be any time for anything, let alone eating or toilet breaks and especially not for proper hydration.

‘I’ll drive,’ said Josh as he swept in, grabbed the last slice of toast and snatched the car keys off the table.

Emma looked up at her son. He was the giant in the family, towering over her and his father John. He’d make a great basketballer if he could be bothered, but life at the moment was all about girls and cars.

Emma searched under all the mail, school work, breakfast leftovers, a shoe and one of Josh’s stinky T-shirts for her hospital lanyard. Finally she found it in the fruit bowl – a receptacle that never seemed to hold what it was made for – at the end of the breakfast bar.

Emma picked up Josh’s forgotten bag from the floor, hoping to Christ that the dog hadn’t got to his lunch again, and headed to the door. She bent to pick up some of Max’s artwork that had fallen off the fridge and stuck it back on, holding it in place with a big magnet of an XF Ford Falcon. The knife lay on the chopping board still covered with butter and Vegemite. Emma threw it in the sink, already full of last night’s dishes, and cursed because it was Maddie’s job to stack the dishwasher and it hadn’t been done.

It was hard having John away with his fly-in-fly-out job in the mines up north. Two weeks home, two weeks away. It was a tough lifestyle to live, especially when she worked full-time. The house during those two weeks looked like a shit hole, to use John’s words when he’d come home from his last shift.

Emma grabbed the large black faux-leather bag she got on sale at Kmart for five dollars and flicked off lights on her way to the door. ‘Ah,’ she said as she spotted their Staffy curled up on the couch. ‘Snake, you cheeky boy. Outside now.’ His brown eyes shot her evil glances he must have learned from the kids but he reluctantly slid off the couch and headed for the back door, his brown tail between his legs. Once he’d gone through Emma locked the doggie door and ran back to the front.

‘Jesus Christ, why can’t I ever have a simple morning?’ When she got to the white Prado, Josh was already in the driver’s seat with his plates up. He smiled a cheesy grin and nodded to the passenger side.

‘No speeding,’ she demanded as she climbed in.

Josh was a good boy; lean and sinewy, and he was the man of the house while John was away. He’d pick up the kids from school and then come and fetch Emma from work, or if she had a late shift he’d get takeaway and feed them all. Some days he hated it, but she tried to even it up by making sure he had nights off to go out with his friends.

He raked his hand over his long dark fringe, and the little black earring in his ear glinted as he turned to check his mirrors. On his inner arm, just above where his school shirt stopped, was a tattoo he’d got a few months ago on a family holiday to Bali. It was a small anchor and chain with the word ‘Family’ along its length.

John had a whole arm sleeve, and Emma had the kids’ names on her wrists, a heart with each one. And on her foot near her ankle she also had the word ‘Family’ written between an electrocardiogram pattern. A mix of her two great loves: work and family.

Josh dropped Max off first at the local primary school.

‘Bye, darling, have a good day,’ said Emma getting out to hug and kiss him. Max had her dark chocolate eyes but John’s blond hair, which made for a very cute combination. He flicked his head to the side to shift his hair from his eyes. He’d been asked out by two girls this week.

‘See ya, Mum.’

The next stop was the local high school where the other two kids piled out and Emma hugged them all before getting behind the wheel. She couldn’t complain, really; they were hard work at times, but her kids still let her hug them – even Josh – and they waved goodbye as they walked off down the school path.

Before she could put the car in gear her phone rang. ‘Hey Mum, I’m in the car, just dropped off the kids.’ ‘Darling, your dad’s in Emergency,’ came her mum’s rushed voice through the car speakers. ‘Don’t panic, he’s okay.’

Her mum Tammy sounded like she should take her own advice, her voice high pitched and breathless.

‘What the heck happened?’ Emma pulled out into the traffic and floored it in the direction of the hospital.

‘He was pruning that damn passionfruit vine, and the ladder tipped and he fell. Landed on his collection of junk . . . Ugh, there was blood everywhere. I couldn’t move him, so I called the ambo.’

Her mum made a gurgling sound of repulsion. She wasn’t so good with blood, so growing up Emma had to tend to those situations from a young age. Probably why she became a nurse. ‘But he’s okay?’ Emma’s pulse began to relax. ‘Are you okay, Mum?’

‘He needs some stitches and a needle. And I’m fine, now. Almost passed out. I think I’m getting better at dealing with it.’

Emma stifled a chuckle; she’d been trying for sixty-eight years. ‘I’ll be there in five, Mum. See you soon.’

After parking at the hospital Emma went straight to her ward to tell her boss that she needed ten minutes to check on her dad, and then headed to Emergency. The hospital was where she felt comfortable, its chaos not far off that in her own home. Sometimes the hospital was much quieter. Especially when her three kids went down with gastro.

It wasn’t hard to find her dad: she just looked for her mum pacing outside the powder-blue curtain. Her once-brown hair had greyed and was now worn short. Her body was still fit and her beauty hadn’t faded over the years. Her posture was poised, shoulders straight. Emma wished she had her mum’s natural elegance. In that respect she was more like her dad with his easygoing nature and the bird tattoos on his arms and hands that had fascinated her growing up.

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‘Oh good, you’re here. They should be nearly done stitching him up,’ said Tammy.

‘It’s okay,’ said Emma, hugging her. Lavender engulfed her, the familiar scent of her mum. Tammy was shaking slightly but towards the end of the hug Emma could feel her mum relax a bit. Touching her hand, Emma stepped behind the curtain.

Her dad, Steve, was propped up on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, his face pale beneath his grey beard. Those blue inked tattoos of his, faded over the years so the outside line seemed blurry, stood out on his hands. His colour would come back soon.

‘There you go, Mr Noble, all set.’ The doctor leaning over his leg did a final trim of the stitches and stood up straight with a satisfied look on his face. ‘Ah, Emma, I wondered how long until you’d be here.’

‘Thanks. Nice job,’ she said to the doctor after having a quick look at his work. He left as she hugged her dad, drinking in his scent of wood chips and aftershave, and then reached for his chart on impulse. ‘How’re you feeling, Dad?’

‘Oh, I’m okay. Feeling stupid more than anything.’ His voice was soft and a little uneven.

He wouldn’t admit it but Emma knew just how much it had shaken him. She saw it in the eyes of the older folk in here, a feeling that as they got older they didn’t bounce back like they used to, and the fear that the hospital was one step closer to the grave. He reached out his hand and she took it as her mum appeared.

Steve started speaking further about his fall, the nervous edge lingering in his voice. Emma nodded as she scanned his chart, gently squeezing his hand in support, until suddenly she cocked her head to the side and then looked up at her mum. ‘Dad’s blood? Says he’s an O.’ Tammy just blinked.

Her dad cleared his throat. ‘Yes, I am.’ Colour was starting to flood back into his cheeks. ‘But you’re O as well.’ Emma shot the words at her mum.

Tammy shrugged her thin shoulders, her soft pink blouse moving slightly.

‘You can’t be.’ Emma could tell they didn’t see what she was getting at.

‘I am, last I checked,’ said Tammy. She frowned and moved closer to hold Steve’s hand.

‘But I’m AB! You can’t get AB from two O parents.’ Emma suddenly felt faint as her words registered. But she wasn’t the only one who suddenly put two and two together. Her parents’ heads snapped as they looked at each other, sharing something like fear that made her stomach churn. She swallowed hard. Surely not! A shiver cascaded down her body, disbelief and shock as she tried to put words to her thoughts.

‘Oh my god! Am I adopted?’ It was the only explanation, unless the chart was wrong. But her parents were being weird. No one was jumping up to contradict her.

‘Oh my god, I am.’ She dropped the chart to the bed and staggered back, her hand pulling away from her dad’s. Was he even her dad? His hand reached out for her, pleading, but no words came to his moving lips. Emma stopped when her back pressed against the wall. She was cornered like a scared animal and she couldn’t escape the fear and dread that was settling in her bones. What had she stumbled upon? Her brain couldn’t think straight, bombarded with so many options and possibilities, all of which made her feel sick. Her stomach was tight, her breathing shallow as her hands fisted at her side.

It was Tammy who finally spoke. ‘No, honey, you’re not adopted. You are my child, and Steve is your dad in every way that matters.’

Tammy’s last words echoed through Emma’s head, leaving a feeling of time standing still. Suddenly her body demanded she breathe, and she gasped in a breath. She looked at her parents. Her mum with her deep hazel eyes and a long nose and round face that Emma had inherited, so everyone said, and even she could see the resemblance. But her dad? She had dark hair like him, but his eyes were a greeny brown; but facially there was nothing she could say she had inherited, though they did have the same sense of humour.

‘What are you not saying, Mum?’ she croaked out. Her heart raced as she waited for a reply that never came. Pushing again, she said, ‘Is Dad not my dad?’ Her gaze darted between the two, looking for any indication that she was right or wrong.

‘Did you have an affair? What . . . how?’ she stuttered, growing frustrated at their silence.

Her parents had been married for years before she’d been born, so it wasn’t like her mum was pregnant with another man’s child before they wed. Emma dropped her head into her hand for a moment while the thoughts churned, then quickly lifted it as she realised the two people opposite her had all the answers. She focused the Don’t mess with me look that her kids saw regularly.

Tammy looked at Steve, tears now noticeable on her lower lashes. Steve reached for both her hands and squeezed them. Emma wanted to scream at them. Answer me!

‘It’s okay, Tammy. She needs to know the truth.’ Steve turned to Emma and spoke so softly she frowned as she tried to listen. ‘I’m sorry, honey. We’d been trying for years to have a child, then I got tested and found the problem was with me.’ He paused for a moment while Tammy rubbed his shoulder. ‘We didn’t have a lot of money and we thought of adopting but it was too hard and we weren’t getting any younger. Then we came up with the idea of a donor.’

‘A donor?’ Emma frowned. Where the heck was this story going?

‘We found a nice guy, and your mum became pregnant straightaway, and the rest is history. We had what we wanted most in the world – you.’ He smiled at her as if she were the baby Jesus in the flesh.

Emma was surprised to feel the wet heat of a tear slide down her cheek, followed by another one. ‘So, you’re not my biological father? Is that what you’re saying?’

Tammy was crying too and pulled out a tissue from her bag to mop her face.

Steve sighed heavily. ‘No, honey, I’m not. But that doesn’t mean anything to me. You’re my daughter in every sense of the word. I’m sorry you had to find out like this. It will never affect how I feel about you. Just understand how much your mum and I wanted a family.’ His voice cracked, and Tammy passed him a tissue.

Emma felt her heart about to burst. She hated to see him upset. The man who had carried her when she was tired, patched up her wounds while her mum tried not to look, read her stories every night and walked with her down the aisle. And yet she couldn’t shake the anger burning inside her, anger at the secret they’d kept from her, anger that she’d had to find out like this. It hurt so badly, like nothing she’d experienced before. Worse than the time she’d lost Max for an hour at the beach. It was like her life was being sucked out of her, vanishing before her eyes as everything she thought she knew was thrown upside down. Who was Emma Noble? Who was she really?

She saw his pain but couldn’t voice her thoughts. You will always be my dad, she wanted to say but the words stuck in her throat. The shock made it impossible for her to comfort him; not yet, it hurt too much. Emma wanted to storm out of the hospital, she wanted them to feel as bad as she did, but she couldn’t move. Stuck to the wall like glue. There was more she needed to know.

One question was burning a hole in her chest. ‘So, who is my biological father?’

Tammy sucked in a deep breath, swayed a little and fixed her eyes on Emma.

Her words were said with no hint of regret. ‘His name was Bill. He was the piano tuner.’

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  My Prom Experience

On Friday evening, June 30, 2017, I attended my last secondary school event with people I have known for 5 years. I have to say that the experience was definitely a fitting finale to this chapter of my life. It really gave me a chance to reflect on how much I have learnt and grown over this period of time. I know that I have made so many friends for life and that I have met some truly unforgettable people.

Our prom was hosted in the function room of our local zoo. This may sound odd but it was quite incredible – the tables were so nicely laid out with white ribbons and balloons, and there was a dance floor right in the middle of the room, which you had to go down a few steps to access. We got a view of the whole zoo which was pretty incredible, and we were allowed to go outside (although not into the wider zoo grounds) to take lots of really amazing pictures.

The Run-up to Prom

The evening before prom was time I dedicated to small preparations such as sorting out my nails. I painted them myself, red to match my prom dress, using a Miss Sporty Lasting Colour Nail Polish in the shade 540, Boys Love Me. It is supposed to last 10 days and it’s brilliant as at the time of writing I have had it on for 3 days and the colour has not faded at all! I thought that this was a really great, inexpensive nail polish to use and I highly recommend it as it applies very smoothly and gives a lovely shine. It cost me only £1.99 which was fantastic! I also pampered myself with a charcoal face mask and went to bed earlier so I could look fresh the next day.

The morning of prom I took a shower where I could apply a hair mask and shave my legs. The hair mask allowed me to restore natural oils to my hair whilst removing any residue from hairsprays and other hair products I use. Once out of the shower I made sure to lotion my arms and legs to lock in moisture and leave them feeling smooth.

I then carried on with my day as normal until about 2 o’clock, when my mum brought her friend over to do my hair. I had chosen a tutorial I found on YouTube by Lilith Moon for a braided updo. We finished it off with some gorgeous screw in pearls to make it extra special and applied lots of hairspray so it would last all night.

After this, I put on my base makeup in preparation for my sister returning home to do the more complex stuff for me. I started out by moisturising my face using Aveeno lotion and then applying a small amount of the Benefit Porefessional Primer to fill in my pores and make them less visible. I then moved on to use the Maybelline Better Skin Foundation in Sand, the Camouflage concealer by Essence for my undereyes and the Maybelline Fit Me! concealer for my blemishes. I blended it all out using an oval shaped brush. I also packed my silver clutch bag with my ticket, some spare change for drinks, a power bank and my perfume. I planned to pack my phone and my lipstick later on.

My sister then proceeded to transform my look from everyday to special occasion. She used a gorgeous Makeup Revolution Eyeshadow Palette called New-trals vs Neutrals which is super pigmented and has lots of lovely shades. It cost £6.99 which I think is well worth it for the quality and number of shades you get. She completed the cut crease eye look by applying lots of silver glitter eyeliner to part of my eyelids to give me that extra sparkle. You can get lots of inexpensive glitter eyeliners from Superdrug, Boots or even Poundland! I also wore the Rimmel Kate Moss Lipstick in the shade 107 Wine which is a gorgeous colour that stays on for a long time. I wore a gold highlighter from Tanya Burr’s Christmas Collection, some bronzer and had my brows filled in with a brow pencil and some Essence eyebrow gel.

Here is the finish look:

I then got into my red dress and finished it off with a necklace, a red rose corsage, pearl dangly earrings, silver heels and my clutch.

My Prom Dress from the front

My Prom Dress from the Back

A few photos in the garden later and then we were off to my lovely friend Maddie’s house to catch a ride in our transportation for prom.

Travelling to Prom 

We decided that we wanted to take a really classy vehicle to prom – so what better than a beautiful dark green VW Camper van?

My friends and I with our prom transportation

The colour of the camper van complemented all of our dresses wonderfully and it was beautifully upholstered. I sat in the front seat whilst my three friends sat in the back. We were taken by the driver to a few locations to have pictures done with the dream machine before we actually arrived at the venue.

VW and a whole lotta laughs 2

VW and a whole lotta laughs 1

He took a few pictures of use all laughing which actually turned out great, as well as a couple of others.

And of course, we had to take some group selfies as well…

Selfie 1

Selfie 2

This is probably my favourite though:

Beautiful best friends

Then, we arrived outside the zoo where so many parents, teachers, friends and classmates were waiting for us. It was an amazing feeling looking at how well everybody cleaned up for our last event together as a year group. ❤

With some friends

Eventually, they let us into the venue (although not without a check for our tickets and a bag search) so we could go off and party!

Prom

The start of the prom itself was a frenzy to secure seats and tables and to get lots of pictures with people. I was very social, going around and greeting people and telling them how lovely they all looked. I’m so thankful and blessed at the number of compliments I received as well. ❤

I saw a lot of teachers, including my Chemistry teacher who is leaving my school at the end of this year. I was lucky enough to get pictures with her and a couple of other friends too.

Me and my chemistry teacher

Three girls in red

Two of my favourite people

We had buffet food including chips, sausage rolls, quiche, peppers and sandwiches. The queue was long but well worth it as by this point I was starving!

After we had finished our food it was time to get on the dance floor! For me, this was 100% the highlight of my evening. The DJs were killing it on the turntables and soon near enough everyone was dancing. So many people abandoned their shoes to join in on the action. It was amazing to form a giant circle of people during songs and have people show off their moves in the middle of it! Some of the teachers even joined in and went a bit mad on the dance floor (even our headteacher!)

There is something inexplicably fun about dancing and singing along to all of the songs with your friends. We demonstrated our dancing skills during YMCA, screamed the lyrics of Despacito, performed the Macarena in style. We rocked out to Beyonce’s Crazy in Love, went mad doing the Cha Cha Slide with teachers and classmates and held hands in a ring with one another during Coldplay’s A Head Full Of Dreams – whilst singing with equal enthusiasm! I even got picked up by one of my guy mates and spun around unexpectedly! We had started out a little awkwardly at first but eventually let all inhibitions go and went crazy with our moves. They do say that the crazier you dance, the better it looks!

I danced and laughed so much and just let myself live in the experience. Some of the Zoo staff were dancing along as they started to tidy up the venue, which was equally hilarious and also impressive to watch as some of them had really great dance moves. People were shooting videos left, right and centre for Snapchat and the like. There were strobe lights that went in time with the music and it made the entire atmosphere so magic and energetic. I didn’t want it to end and never even wasted a second, constantly dancing along with increasingly more ambitious and absurd dance moves.

Towards the end of the night, at about ten minutes to eleven, they switched all of the lights back on in the function room and turned off the music. Everybody started shouting for one more song and at the Head Teacher’s say so, we got one more song – Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader. That song is such a classic and it will forever be special to me as the anthem of the prom. It was amazing just dancing and singing along with my maths teacher, best friends and year coordinator. The song felt like it lasted forever and we made use of every second that we had.

Regretfully, we started making our way out of the zoo. We took one last photo and I hugged a couple of people goodbye who I’m not sure I’ll ever see again. The ending was the most bittersweet part of it all, knowing that whilst I have the most incredible evening, and indeed 5 year experience, I may never see some of these wonderful people again. 😦 As we made our way out of the zoo gates (which were initially locked, leaving us wondering whether we were being held captive for the night) I started to play Whitney Houston’s Dance With Somebody, a song which is very special to a friend of mine and myself. Soon everybody started to join us in singing along as we made our way to our lifts home and hugged each other goodbye.

It was one of the best evenings of my life and something I will treasure throughout my life. It was the perfect way to mark the end of an era and to reunite with so many amazing people one last time. If you ever get the opportunity to go to prom, do because I can’t imagine myself not having gone!

Big love to all of the members of my year group. ❤ ❤ ❤

I will end this post with a little slideshow of my prom pictures.

xoxo

Hannah

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A Day in My Life: Summer Ball/Prom Night My Prom Experience On Friday evening, June 30, 2017, I attended my last secondary school event with people I have known for 5 years.