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stranger things ● forever, pt 2 ● s.harrington

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{ part 1 } <- can be found by clicking. everything else I've started will be updated asap. this just grabbed hold and i had to lean into it, that's why there are two updates for it in one day.

Angst, hurt comfort, internal angst (because reader/you and Steve apparently love to overthink fucking everything), baby talk (your kid is 3. she's still grasping speech.), so much dad!steve fluff omg, robin has a crush and might get the girl, (Barb. it's barb and i am fully prepared to die all alone on this hill.), small town judgment and rumors and shit ( if curious.. this has both to do with eventual Robin/Barb and also bc stevie, in my mind, looks like she could be steve's actual daughter bc drama ), huge changes to seasons 1 thru 4 (Everyone but Jason lives, Max is not in between life or death, Billy's brush with death has redeemed him.. slightly, starcourt is rebuilt, the portal to the upside down is closed PERMANENTLY), vaguely hinted at that Vecna may have mentally tortured Steve and it may have gotten in his head a little when Vecna 'attacked' his mind in my version of events for this, alcohol/smoking mentions, eventual filth (probably gonna have Steve's known breeding k*nk front and center, fwiw.), swearing, arguing, roommates trope eventually, slow burn (as slow as I can tolerate tbh ), reader has not had a very good life prior to Hawkins, ( more will come on that later trust me )

Reader/you are Robin Buckley's cousin. Reader/You was born female and you identify as female with female parts and a 3 year old daughter named Stevie and reader/you have personality + a past and backstory. This is self indulgent and I do not apologize.

word count

5302 exactly. I uh.. got carried away.

summary

Robin thinks what you’ve just said is hilarious and she’s doubled over laughing as she pauses to look at you and shake her head. “You don’t know Steve. Trust me. This will not get annoying for him. And anyway,” Robin rolls onto her stomach and looks at you, “He likes her.”

aka, the one in which Robin -and Steve also Barb watch Stevie while you try to interview for a job.

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here. if you wish to be added click the bolded part to be taken to it. if you're here for eddie/gareth or other guys from ST and don't want to be tagged please let me know.

@allelitesmut

@chaoticcancer - just wait. my heart was also like ahhhh.. writing these two parts. I really hope you like this, thank you for reading!

@caravelofthesun

@dylanwritesgood

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@just-a-blue-nerd

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@slyisbehindyou

@spaceconveyor

@tbmunson bestie. babe. babesss. i had to do this okay? we needed it. and i proceeded to go ham. oopsies.

other links

masterlist ● steve's masterlist ● about + rules

TWO

You must've put in an application at every place imaginable all over town. It's been a week and the phone lines have been silent. You're starting to wonder if you'll get any callbacks.

"Will you relax? Someone will call, okay?" Robin speaks up from the doorway of her room. You sink down to sit on the bed. "I'm seriously having my doubts."

"They will." Robin is unwrapping a bomb pop and holding it out to Stevie. Stevie takes it and climbs up onto your lap. You grimace at her reddened shoulders from an afternoon spent in the kiddie end of Hawkins pool and she leans back against you as Robin leans forward to hit play on yet another movie Steve Harrington rented for your daughter. Tonight it's Alice in Wonderland and as the opening credits roll, you're surprised to find yourself wondering what he's doing at the moment. It's a thought quickly buried as deep as you can.

As Alice finds herself in Wonderland on the television screen, your aunt's landline rings and you slip off the couch so Stevie goes to sit in Robin's lap. Until she remembers the glittery 'picture' she drew earlier and goes to get them both because she's made one for Steve too, a little thank you for being so nice to her when she knows she might be annoying at times.

"Who's this one for?" Robin asks, looking at the squiggles, circles and squares covered in glitter and drawn in vibrant red marker beneath. The purple glitter is falling off the page, settling on Robin’s bed.

"Steve. I make him dragon. Only he doesn't breathe fire, he breathes toasts."

Robin laughs and smiles. "I see that. I'm gonna put mine right here. On my bulletin board." She hugs Stevie again and Stevie is hugging back, playing with her hair.

"'Kay!" Stevie laughs, looking up at Robin. “I like Steve. He’s sooooo nice.”

“Oh you do, huh?” Robin laughs again. Stevie nods.

You wander back in and Robin speaks up. “Well?”

“That was the secretary job I applied for? I’m a ‘risk’ but they’re willing to give me a shot?” you’re still a little shocked because when you applied for the secretary position at some office in town, they were literally the last stop. You didn’t think they’d even look at your application, let alone hire you. “They want me to come in for face to face interviews tomorrow.”

Then it hits you. Your aunt Janet has to work. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I can’t, Robin.. Your mom has to work.”

“And?”

“And, I can’t take Stevie. I also can’t leave her alone.” you bite your lip as you mull it over.

Robin speaks up. “I’ll take her to Family Video with me. I’ve got a shorter shift tomorrow and it’s gonna be slow as hell anyway.”

“Robin…” you eye her warily.

“I’ll take her.” Robin repeats, firmer. “It’ll be fun. Won’t it, Stevie?” Robin gazes down at Stevie. “A little help here?” she asks, fluffing Stevie’s hair. Stevie is nodding. “Please, mama? I be so good.”

“Okay, sweetie, but aunt Robin is working. You have to be a good girl.”

Robin laughs. “Relax. She’s an angel.” she looks over at you and now both of them are begging.

“Okay, alright. Fine. The second I have money again I’ll pay–” you start to tell Robin you’ll pay her but she’s already shaking her head. “You’re not. I wanted to do it.”

“Okay, but.. For whatever reason, she’s attached to your friend. It might get annoying, Robin.” you point out after turning your attention back to the television for a few minutes and having a little more time to think about it. You’re grasping at straws because you’re already seeing Stevie form a little bit of an attachment to Robin’s best friend slash co-worker and you’re just so afraid that sooner or later, the novelty is going to wear off for the guy, leaving your little girl heartbroken and missing something she’s never actually had and most likely never will.

A father.

“Yeah. Now, in theory, when he only has to deal with her a few minutes here and a few there. A whole day with her underfoot is different.” you take a deep breath. “I’m just..”

“I get it. You don’t want Stevie to get too attached.” Robin mumbles quietly, nodding in agreement. “You need the job, right?”

“Well, yeah, I’d like to find an apartment sooner or later. I’d like to be able to do things for Stevie..” you trail off, letting the rest of your sentence go unsaid. Because Robin knows exactly how awful your mom was now, the two of you had a really long talk recently. You finally told her everything that’s been going on, full honesty. Instead of letting her believe everything was fine like you’d done before.

Robin nods. A grim look on her face as she shakes her head. “I wish you’d told me and Mom everything way sooner.”

“I didn’t want you guys to worry.” you answer, going quiet. “Okay, alright. Don’t let her annoy him, please?” you give Robin a pleading look and Robin nods. “I’m telling you though,” she insists, “Stevie is not annoying to him. Like… not even a little.”

“Robin.” you laugh and shake your head. “He’s probably got an image or something.”

“Yeah, as a giant dingus.” Robin states, laughing. “I know what you’re thinking. Just stop overthinking already, okay? Steve Harrington is a good guy. He’s not going to treat her like dirt because she’s three.”

You blow at damp strands as they fall down into your eyes. “I just.. She’s never really like.. Attached herself to a person like this before.”

“Could have everything to do with her mommy being stingy.” Robin teases gently, laughing as she looks up at you. Stevie wanders back in with a yogurt cup and spoon. Robin reaches out, pulling her up before you even get the chance. “Guess what, sparkles?”

“Yeah?”

“Your mom finally gave in. We win. You can come to work with me tomorrow.” Robin and Stevie share a laugh and Robin takes Stevie’s spoon and takes a bite of yogurt for herself. “We can watch movies all day.”

“Yay!” Stevie claps her hands together in excitement. “Will my fwiend be there?”

Robin laughs softly. You tense up slightly. Look at your daughter with a soft smile as you warn, “Sweetie, you don’t need to bother him too much, okay?”

“Otay.” Stevie nods. But she has no intention of listening because she likes being around Steve. He’s nice. Really nice. And he gives her piggyback rides sometimes. He tells her stories about dinosaurs and some weird thing called basketball that he used to play and really likes a lot. He showed her how to tie her favorite purple sneaker earlier when he dropped off her aunt Robin after work, because her shoe was untied and he said he didn’t want her to fall on her face.

CONTINUED

The morning comes too early. And it’s off to a not so good start. You’re rushing around because you forgot to set an alarm the night before, and the button’s popped off the only ‘suitable’ shirt you own for an interview.

Stevie’s missing her shoe and she can’t find her current favorite stuffed animal, a stuffed husky that Robin won out of the claw machine outside of Big Buy when they went in to pick up groceries for your aunt Janet. So she’s upset. Robin spots the shoe and holds it up. “Aha! I knew it was in here somewhere!”

“Fank you!” Stevie throws her arms around Robin’s neck. Robin grabs the hair brush from her dresser and motions for Stevie to sit in front of her. You laugh. “She’s tender-headed.” you warn as you flip over your own hair and try to make something out of the wild and thick mess of curls you have going on now, no thanks to your old reliable blow dryer quitting earlier. You’re in the midst of scrunching your hair to create a more defined curl pattern when Stevie wanders over, bending down to look up at you through a curtain of hair. “Mama! Mama, your skirt dirty.”

“Shit.” you say it without stopping to think and just as Stevie looks as if she’ll repeat it, you tack on quickly, “Mommy didn’t mean t’ say that, cupcake. You’re still a baby. That’s an adult word.”

“I know.” Stevie answers, giggling. “It sound funny.”

“It’s not, though.” you smile at your daughter and laugh softly. “You’ll let your aunt Robin braid your hair but you won’t let me? I might cry.”

“Don’t, mama. It’s just aunt Wobin do it better!”

You pout a little, flipping your hair over to stand and look in the mirror. Robin notices the stain on your skirt too and nods to your aunt’s room across the hall. “My mom’s got a suit or something? I think?”

You nod. After digging through your suitcase, you happen to find a modest -and totally shapeless, t shirt style black dress, you grab that and rush down the hall into the bathroom of the trailer to change.

“This looks like I’m wearing a trash bag. If I wind up working at this place I’m gonna have to get dressier stuff.” you wrinkle your nose at the thought. Because it’s money you don’t want to have to spend, but if you could luck into getting this secretary job, you’d be thrilled because it’ll be more money than you’ve ever made at once before.

And the job actually has insurance.

Robin’s friend Barb pulls to a stop outside and Robin’s giddy, laughing and smiling as if she could float. She drops a quick kiss to Stevie’s head and hugs you, lingering in the doorway. “I’ll see you in a little bit!”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah!”

After Robin’s gone, you scramble some eggs and squeeze an orange to make some juice for Stevie and as she eats ketchup covered scrambled eggs and a piece of fried ham, you try to finish getting ready.

You hate the shapeless dress, it’s one of your least favorite articles of clothing and even adding a belt to it doesn’t do anything to make it look better. You laugh at yourself in your cousin’s full length mirror on the back of her closet door and you toss the belt at your open suitcase on the bed. “Just get it over with. You’re probably not getting the job anyway, they said you were a risk to hire.”

Stevie’s sitting on the floor watching you. “We go, mama?”

“Yeah, we should get going,cupcake. Turn off the tv.”

Stevie pushes the button to turn off the television atop the dresser at the foot of Robin’s bed and you scoop her up,carrying her out. As the two of you walk out of the trailer, the girl with red hair is outside skateboarding again.

Stevie gives her a wave and the redhead waves back, quick to turn back to her skateboarding. The muscular blond with the mullet is leaned in the open door again, you can feel him staring. When he grins at you, cigarette smoke billowing out of his mouth, you manage a stiff wave and turn your attention to getting Stevie fastened into her car seat.

It’s a hard pass on the guy for you. He’s exactly the type of guy who fathered Stevie when you were 17. You are not going down that road again. And as you slip into the driver seat, a thought pops up out of nowhere. Surprises you a little when it does.

,, he’s not as handsome as Steve Harrington, either.” and as soon as this thought rises, you’re quick to shove it back down.

He’s definitely not an option.. You know, if you were even considering anything. The last thing any guy your age is going to want is to get a package deal and you’re just not willing to settle for anybody who won’t love and cherish your little girl as much as you do.

As you drive into town, you hum along with the radio, watch as the tree lined blacktop turns to buildings and houses. You pull to a stop in the parking lot of Family Video right around the same time that Robin and her friend Barb are pulling to a stop. You watch as Barb leans in closer to your cousin and you smile softly to yourself.

Robin mentioned someone in her letters around Valentines Day. You’re wondering if Barb might be the girl she mentioned. You hope so, because the way Barb looks at your cousin when she’s not looking is the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen with your own eyes, hands down. Robin spots you as the two pull away from their super close conversation and she grins brightly, waving.

As Robin and Barb wander over, Stevie’s already grumbling as she fusses with the way her upper harness in the seat likes to hang up. “I just wanna get out! Stupit buckle.” as she fumes and keeps trying to work with it, you lean over and unfasten it. Gently caressing her chubby little cheeks as you look into big brown eyes. “Mama will be back later to get you, alright? Be a good girl for aunt Robin.” you go quiet, adding a second later, “And don’t bother Steve so much when he’s working, please?”

“But mama..”

“Stevie Robin..” you using her first and middle name has the desired effect, but she’s pouting and not happy about it. “Otay! I try not to bother him! But if he wants t’ play, I not stop him.”

You laugh softly and press a kiss to her hairline. As Robin opens the door and scoops up Stevie, she’s laughing. “Ready for a big adventure, sparkles?”

“Uh-huh!” she laughs and smiles, hugging against Robin. One of her braids is already trying to come undone. You smile at Barb. She smiles back as she reaches for the old backpack you use to keep everything Stevie needs inside when you have to leave her with sitters and you fight down the usual guilt that comes rushing up when you’re thinking about just how well used that backpack is by now and how it means you hardly get to spend any time with your daughter like you always dreamed you would when you were little.

The time your own mother refused to spend with you.. Unless, of course, she took you along with her to try and ply single men by playing the single mom who needs sooooo much help card.

“She’ll be fine, ___.” Robin’s gentle teasing and the reassuring grin she gives you has you nodding. Smiling at her even though leaving Stevie with them while you go off for an interview is the last thing you want to be doing.

You’d rather be spending all day with your little girl. Making a blanket fort in the living room of your house. Making crustless peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as you both lie around, you reading her book of Grimms fairytales to her. Cuddling. Until the man you love comes in from work, where you’d have a nice home cooked meal, not something frozen or canned or even burned beyond recognition.. The life you didn’t have and always longed for as a kid.

,, you really need to accept the fact that this is your reality. Unless you want to turn into her, parading an endless string of faceless and nameless ‘uncles’ in and out of your life, always leaving you hurt and confused when they were gone and she was mean and bitter all over again.” the thought comes and you shove it out.

You watch as the three of them disappear into the video store, door banging shut behind them. And then you put your car into drive and pull out, merging with traffic. Journey is playing on the radio so you hum along and you hope it’ll distract you from a full to bursting mind. You’re just focused on doing your absolute best at this interview. Because you have to get money coming in somehow.

CONTINUED

Steve’s flipping through the channels on the old tv set that sits down on the counter out of sight. His legs are reclined and he’s just.. Fighting the urge to pass out from exhaustion.

To say sleeping through a full night since March has been a struggle would be a gross understatement. It’s been literal hell on Earth for him because every time he starts to doze, he can feel the earth rumbling beneath him. The sensation of free falling and then a hard thud as he connects with solid. And then he can hear Vecna’s evil laugh all over again. The way Vecna forced him to watch his worst fears and deepest secrets play out in front of him just to torture him. He had to watch everyone move on and leave him behind. He had to watch as his parents just went on with life as normal after his ‘death’, totally unaffected. He had to hear every single dark thing he’s ever thought or felt but never given a voice to, on repeat.

It’s not until his alarm’s going off every morning that the torment stops as Comfortably Numb starts to play and brings him rushing out, into another long day.

It was the same this morning and yet somehow, it wasn’t. Because Robin let it slip that Stevie was going to spend the day with them while you were interviewing at one of the offices in town for a secretary position. And somehow, knowing the little girl was going to be around to distract him all day just made things a little better.

She’s eating gummy bears that Robin and Barb stopped at the gas station in town to buy her as she makes her way over to him and motions for him to pick her up. “Tell me more about baske..About the game.” Stevie asks, holding out her bag of gummy bears to Steve as she smiles. “I wanna play too.”

Steve chuckles.

“Hang on, little bit.” he reaches for the remote, “Maybe there’s a warm up game on or a replay.” he flips through stations until he finds the channel he’s looking for. “That’s basketball.” he nods to a replay of an old Bulls game. “I used to play in high school.”

Stevie’s eyes fix on the television and she holds the bag out to him again. Steve takes a handful of gummy bears and pops them into his mouth as he arranges Stevie on his lap a little better.

As this is happening, Barb nudges Robin. “I never thought I’d see this happen.”

Robin laughs softly and nods. “Me either. From what __ has told me, Stevie doesn’t meet strangers though.” she shrugs, “Does he seem off to you too lately? And it’s gotten a little more obvious since Nance and Jonathan left town.”

“It has.” Barb admits, leaning against Robin slightly. Not enough to be obvious or invateRobin’s personal space but enough that she can feel the slight weight of the other girl and just..be close.

She wishes she could be so much closer. But she doesn’t know how to even begin telling her.

Robin feels her cheeks burn at the slightest hint of contact and she bites back the smallest whimper threatening to break free. She forces herself to pull together and calls out to get Steve’s attention. “Dingus, don’t get her into sports!”

“Looks fun!” Stevie is grinning and she’s turned herself to face Steve. “Open your mouth.” Steve opens his mouth as the little girl’s asked and Stevie tries to toss a bear in but she misses. The blue gummy bear settles on the front of his new polo shirt and he picks it off, eating it.

The bell over the door jingles and Robin glances over to see who it is.

“Harrington! Yo! Dude!” Billy’s calling out Steve’s name as he wanders the aisles to search for his former enemy turned friend. He finally gives up the search and stops in front of Robin and Barb. “Either of you seen Steve or do I need t’ go over and drag his broody ass outta bed again?”

“Right here, Hargrove, jesus.” Steve speaks up. Billy nearly chokes on the gum he’s chewing as he sees Steve sitting behind the counter with the cute little 3 year old daughter of the hot mom living across from him and his stepsister and her mom in Forest Hills. “You stealin kids now, Harrington?”

“I came t’ him.” Stevie sasses, leaning in against Steve just a little. Steve laughs and shrugs. Robin speaks up. “Yeah, he stole her from me! It took two hours to convince her mom I’d be able to watch her today when she went in for the interview. He’s had her since Barb and I got here.”

“You get her all the time, Robbie.”

“And? She’s my sparkles.” Robin argues back with Steve playfully. Billy chuckles. When he spots the game on tv he laughs to himself. “Girls don’t like that sh–”

“Mama said that’s adult word.” Stevie warns, giving Billy a very stern little look. Billy snickers. “It is, huh?”

“Mhm.”

Steve looks up at Billy. “She wanted to watch it, actually.”

“I did!”

“Anyway, what’d you want?”

“You’re comin with me tonight, dude. Munson’s band’s having a gig at the new bar. Told him we’d go.”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Fuck no. No you don’t, Harrington. I’ve got tomorrow off, I’m not gonna waste th’ night sober.”

Steve grumbles but shrugs. “Not like anything else is going on. Okay, fine.”

“I guess you can drive the Camaro because I’m not gonna be seen in the grandma mobile.” Billy smirks, he’s purposely being a shit now, hoping that maybe if he just keeps treating Steve like the way he treated ‘old Steve’ it’ll eventually piss Harrington enough to bring out just a little of the fight and spunk that’s been gone completely since March.

He’s really worried about Steve. He figured him out fairly easy right after he hit Hawkins their senior year. So he knows that walking out of the station with Eddie to his waiting car after everything played out in March.. Seeing the girl he wanted to be with more than anything reunite with a guy she claimed she ‘wasn’t sure about anymore’ when they looked like they’d reconnect. Billy knows this killed Steve.

And then there’s the whole Vecna thing, something Steve absolutely refuses to talk about with anyone. Even Robin, his best friend.

Billy just doesn’t want to see Steve go down the path he’s been down already.

“You loud.” Stevie mutters, giving Billy a dirty look as she leans against Steve’s chest and nods to the little television set. “We watch baske..” she gives up, “the ball game.” and Steve chuckles.

“Bas-ket-ball. C’mon, try it.”

“It’s big word! I 3.”

“And you’re really smart for 3, Stevie. C’mon, try it.” Steve coaxes.

With a little grumbling, he gets her to attempt sounding out the whole word. When she finally says it, she’s laughing and smiling, clapping chubby little hands together. “I said it! Aunt Wobin! I said it!”

Steve laughs. “You did.”

Billy snickers. “Try this one, shortstuff.. C-a-m-a-r-o.”

Stevie gives him a blank look and places a hand on her hip. “What that?”

Billy gestures to his haphazardly parked car outside the store and grins proudly. “The best car ever.”

“Uh uh! My mama’s car is best.”

Robin and Barb laugh. “Oooh.. a three year old just burned you, Hargrove.” Barb taunts and Robin laughs, " How'd that feel, Billy?"

“Shut it, both of y." Billy grumbles. "I'll be over at 9, Harrington. You're going if I have t' drag you."

"I said I'd go. Jesus." Steve gives Billy a dirty look. The guy has gotten it in his head lately that he's gonna make it his daily goal to find ways to annoy Steve.

Billy leaves and Stevie scowls at the door before looking up at Steve. "He's loud. It scare me."

Steve smoothes a hand over her hair. "He does, huh?" he looks down at Stevie and smiles, "I'll tell him to calm down, 'kay?"

"Fank you. I gonna go to aunt Wobin now. But I come right back." Stevie slips off his lap and makes her way over, instantly picked up by Robin. As she sees the movie Gremlins, she reaches for it and Robin laughs. "Sparkles, they don't stay fluffy the whole movie."

"Why not?"

"Because someone fed them after midnight." Barb answers, laughing. "Did you get tired of watching the basketball game, bub?"

"No. Just wanted to come t' you for a while."

CONTINUED

The afternoon is dragging by for him. Hardly anyone's come in since 9 that morning and the pattern seems destined to continue. Then there's a steady drizzle from a surprise afternoon storm as the rain drops pitter patter against the stores tin sheet roofing. Robin and Barb went to get the four of them some lunch and Steve flips the sign on the door from open to closed.

Stevie is asleep in his chair at the circular desk, huddled into a jacket he kept in back in case the store got too cold. The bag of gummy bears is dangling from her fingertips and about to settle on the floor when he decides maybe she'd be more comfortable on the couch in the office besides the break room.

But he's so damn tired, the 2 to 3 hours he's been getting a night since late March, those are catching up to him. He tells himself he'll just sit there and read a magazine while she naps but it turns into him laying down too, on the opposite side of the couch. And at some point, Stevie wakes up, comes over to where he's laying and crawls onto the couch with him, laying on his chest with her little arms around his neck.

This is how they're still sleeping when Barb and Robin come back a few minutes later. Barbs the one to find them and with a finger to her lips, she gestures for Robin to come to the door of the office. Robin peers in over Barb's shoulder, smiling to herself.

"Hang on. I actually think I have my camera with me out in the car." Barb hurries out to go get the camera and Robin stands in thr doorway watching the two of them sleeping on the old leather sofa. "___ is totally wrong in thinking Stevie is going to annoy Steve and I think this is exactly what he needs right now."

After Barb takes the picture, she and Robin decide to put the fast food they picked up for Steve and Stevie into the microwave and just let them sleep.

You make your way in, a brow raised at the silence. You're still processing the fact that somehow, you impressed the office interviewing you so much that you got the job. Robin grabs your wrist and practically pulls you to the office in back so you can see the way Steve and Stevie are sleeping on the couch.

"I hope she didn't bother him all day."

"She didn't. They crashed while we went to pick up food. Steve hasn't been sleeping at all and I think Stevie playing with Will when he came in with the other kids earlier tired her right out." Robin smiles, "by the way, Steve's kids have adopted her.. well, Max, she's still warming up to her but..pretty sure if you want a sitter all you have to do is say so."

"Steve's kids?" you question, brow raised. This leads to Barb and Robin sitting you down in the little break room and as they tell you everything, from the start to what’s only just come to a close -hopefully for good, as of March, you're gaping. “You..He.. Oh my god, why did nobody stop it? Like.. they had to know, right?” you’re looking at your cousin in concern and if you thought Robin Buckley was a badass before, you really believe it now. Because all she does is shrug it off as if it were nothing.

"The running joke is that Steve's kind of adopted them all..because we've been through so much." Robin goes quiet. Weighing how much she can tell you without you freaking out on her. Even thinking about the insanity she’s been through the past few years is still a lot for Robin to get her own head around, let alone try explaining it to someone else.

"Wait..back up." You're trying to process it all, from secret government science labs to these kids -and their teenage counterparts, including Steve and Robin, having to fight as if they were in a war just to save the town. Robin can see you freaking out so she explains quickly, "Billy,Dustin Eddie and Steve saw the portal close because Eddie almost didn't make it up. That nightmare is over now, thank God."

,, well, you think to yourself, now I'm really fucked when it comes to finding a reason, any reason at all to keep from getting feelings for the guy." and of course, this is quickly overruled by one thought.

He's in the prime of his life. He probably wants to enjoy that. He probably doesn't want you and all your baggage plus your daughter. And thankfully, this is just enough, for now, to keep you from letting yourself get in too deep.

Steve wanders in with Stevie on his hip and his hair sticking up everywhere. Stevie has never liked waking up before she's ready so she's got her sour face on. Steve hasn't said a word to anybody, he possibly hasn't noticed the three of you sitting at the table in the break room or the way you're staring hard right now yet.

He heats up Stevies food and then his own and when he turns around, he finds himself being watched intently by the three of you.

You smile at your daughter. Everything Robin's just gone into detail to tell you comes rushing back and in light of it, you decide that maybe he needs this. Maybe it's okay to let her seek him out until he says otherwise.

"Did you have a nap, cupcake?"

Stevie is still yawning. Steve sits her chicken nuggets down on the table and Stevie climbs into your lap to eat them. "We did, mama! And we watched movies and this boy came and he gived me crayons!" Stevie digs in the old and faded backpack until she finds the crayons that Will gave her earlier.

You laugh softly.

"How'd the thing..the interview go?" Steve asks, locking eyes with you as he bites into his own double cheeseburger.

"How did that go?" Robin asks.

" I got the job. And they're willing to let me bring Stevie if I need to." You smile.

Steve is staring. And as you smile, he feels himself smile too because there is just something beautiful, something contagious about your smile that he can't help but do it too.

"That's great!"Robin hugs you and you both laugh.

"I start tomorrow. I'm working in the mornings, so open to 2?"

You're excited. Maybe everything will finally start to go better for you and your little girl.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x single/former teen!mom!reader #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x buckley!cousin fem. reader #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | angst - single/former teen mom - post s4 with s4 / show changes - see warnings above.#<- warning | female reader - robin's cousin - female parts - 3 year old daughter - female clothing; etc - personality + a backstory and pas

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pico-digital-studios · 2 months

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: MtOU Ending Scene

After the whole ordeal in More than One Universe and My Last Trauma, OMT!Tails landed by a street looking over the city, watching out over it.

"Okay. Let's do this one last time. For real, though. This is it! My name is Tails. I was given the mantle of the hero of Mobius by my best buddy, Sonic, and I've been protecting my home for about a year and a bit. I think you know the rest."

"I met a whole bunch of interdimensional friends, I cured beings with their own problems, got caught in a lot of trouble, did some singing with my girlfriend, Mina, graduated for science class with her, Cream and Max…"

"Likewise, I finished my essay in full, saved some more people, got hit by some drones, did a custom mural for Sonic and Sally with Knuckles and Amy, fully bonded with my roommate, Danny... and I even slapped a sticker at a place the SIGU are never gonna find it, haha!"

"And when I feel alone, like nobody understands me, I remember my friends, near AND far, who get it."

A montage is shown of the other multiversal characters back at their homes;

Mini Sonic (and his Tails) admiring the Rubik's Cube together,

Mr. NM eating a chilli dog while on the move (this time with no villain to interrupt),

EX!Alice working on some new tech with her new Chao companion,

Nitro admiring a photo he took of his friends,

D-Sides Mighty and Hefty looking out over the view of their world,

Black Knight Amy enjoying tea with Merlina,

CU!Sonic and CU!Sonia playing together,

CR!Sonic reuniting with his kids in his Super form,

Nine reminiscing on the community he made in the Blur Gang,

Antho looking out over his home (whilst using anti-gravity shoes to stick to a ledged ceiling),

Ex-Prince Brian doing some writing to pass the time,

Devy preparing his engagement ring for his Vanilla with Smol Devy by his side,

MFF!Sonic hanging with the cured/redeemed Sonath on a beach,

Hog looking out over the city himself with a smile,

and finally Wacky looking back at the closing portal, eager to go back to the adventures again.

"I never thought I'd be able to do any of this stuff. But I can! Anyone can wear the shoes of a hero! YOU could wear those shoes, too. If you didn't know that before, I hope you do now. 'Cause I'm Miles 'Tails' Prower! And I'm not the only hero out there, not by a long shot!"

"And if I need help from any friends I made during my last mission, I can easily go between dimensions now, or it could even work to interact with them more and enjoy time with them as people. It's all at the tip of my fingers."

"For now, though..."

"It's time to go save the world once more!"

And so, Tails leapt forth, fully at peace with himself and truly ready to be the hero his world needed.

At another ledge with OMT!Mina...

"As for me... I've never been able to find the right band... So I started my own!"

She looked forward with the Blur Gang next to her.

"With a few friends I made along the way!"

She looked to the screen as she prepared to take the leap.

"You want in?"

Finally, after one more exciting day, OMT!Tails returned to his school dorm, just as a portal opened with a familiar silhouette on the other side.

MV!Tails: Hey, young me! You got a minute or two?

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sonic au #sth au #spider man

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sortasirius · 2 years

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Harringrove week day 2: The Annual Henderson’s Haunted House

Words: 1826

“I am not working a haunted house.”

“Oh come on,” Dustin pleaded, “I promise it’ll be fun!”

“Henderson,” Steve sighed heavily, “I am not, I repeat, not helping you with a haunted house when I could be out doing other things. Like- Like going to a party or something.”

“You don’t go to parties anymore,” Dustin pointed out unhelpfully, “You just sit at home or go to work.”

He folded his arms, pretending like that wasn’t true.

“I have a social life outside of you, Henderson, you just don’t see it.”

Dustin rolled his eyes, then immediately switched tack to that stupid puppy dog thing that didn’t work.

“Please Steve? Jonathan is going to be there. And Robin. So really you have to be there.”

“I’m not a good actor,” he hedged, “That’s Robin, not-”

“You don’t even have to do anything like that, just help me set it up.”

“Look-”

“I’ll give you free beer!”

Now that brings Steve to a screeching halt.

“And where are you going to get beer?”

“I have a contact.”

Steve laughed.

“A contact? What does that mean?”

“It means I can get you beer, do you want in or not?”

“I can get my own beer.”

“Free beer Steve! As much as you can drink!”

And Steve folded. Well, he told himself it was for the free beer, but really it was down to the fact that Henderson’s puppy dog face really did work on him.

So he was forced into a chair in the middle of the afternoon on Halloween, having been told to take the entire day off to “prepare” for the haunted house that night.

“Come on,” he complained as Dustin, Max, and Will started circling him like a flock of vultures, “Where’s Robin? Isn’t she in on this too?”

“Yeah, but she’s with Lucas, Mike, and El getting more stuff for the house.”

“So I’m the guinea pig?” he flinched away as Max stabbed him with an eyebrow pencil, “Ow!”

“Don’t be a baby,” Max told him, stabbing him with the pencil with far too much force, “It’s all part of the vision.”

“And what’s the vision,” he turned, coughing slightly as Will pulled out what looked like a vat of baby powder, “I’m not playing Scarface, am I?”

“My mom wouldn’t let me see that movie,” Dustin complained, attempting to put something in Steve’s hair.

Now that was a bridge too far.

“You aren’t touching my hair,” he said forcefully, “You said I wasn’t even acting. Why do I have to be dressed up?”

“We can’t have a Dawn of the Dead haunted house without zombies, Steve,” Will said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah,” Max was scrawling outlines of something all over his face, “It’d be the stupidest haunted house ever if you were just walking around like normal.”

“I can be intimidating,” he said feebly as Dustin started smearing makeup on his face, making him feel like one of the dolls that he used to see Holly Wheeler play with.

He was only met with laughter, which was a little insulting.

By the time kids started to arrive to the haunted house, which Mrs. Henderson had finally allowed Dustin to commandeer the entire cellar for, Steve was fully “transformed” as Dustin said.

By “transformed” it really meant that he was slathered in makeup that he was pretty sure they had stolen from the high school’s theatre, and looked less like a zombie and more like a victim of a full body bruise.

But the kids and Robin were laughing, and though he was painfully sober, Dustin swore that he would make good on his promise for free beer, and Steve was really too busy to worry about it.

First he was helping Will count off kids into the house, then he was helping them exit, then he was helping Mrs. Henderson get more candy from the store, since he was the only one who could drive, finally ending up, at Dustin’s insistence, walking through the haunted house with the youngest groups, just so they didn’t “get into trouble.”

“I’m going for a smoke,” he finally told Dustin after several hours of nonstop running around.

“You don’t smoke,” Dustin responded at once, shooing yet another group towards Will, “Come back here.”

“Not until I get my beer!” he called, already halfway across the dark yard. He leaned up against the shadow of the house, listening to the laughter and shrieks coming from down the hill, the low murmur of Mrs. Henderson and several other parents inside the house, and the crunch of someone approaching in the dark from the direction of the street.

Steve squinted against the orangey glow of the street light as the person approached him, wishing he had a cigarette just so he wouldn’t look so stupid, posted up under the eaves of the house in the dark, away from everyone else.

“Harrington?”

Oh perfect. Billy Hargrove in a leather jacket and a far too tight t shirt, hair slicked back and a grin on his face. Just what Steve wanted.

“Hargrove? What are you doing here?”

“Here to pick up Max, you seen her?”

But Steve was staring shamelessly at the way the fabric of Billy’s light blue t shirt stretched taught across the muscles of his stomach.

“King Steve, you with me?”

“Huh?” he tore his eyes away from Billy’s torso, flicking up to meet his eyes.

“Have you seen my shithead sister?” he repeated, eyes raking over Steve’s face.

“Oh, she’s in there scaring kids,” he pointed down the hill, “She’s made at least four people cry.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke into the chilly fall air, “You want a beer?”

Steve watched his mouth wrap around the cigarette, feeling like his brain was moving through molasses.

“You have beer?”

“Gotta come prepared.”

Something clunked into place in Steve’s mind, and he pushed away from the house, moving towards Billy, his eyes narrowed.

“Are you Dustin’s beer contact?”

Billy stared at him, evidently confused.

“Am I what?”

“He said,” he gestured uselessly towards the cellar, where the sounds of laughter still emanated, “He said he had a contact that could get him beer.”

There was a pause, where Steve shifted his weight anxiously from foot to foot, watching the cigarette burn between his fingers.

“You think I’d be the beer supplier for underage kids?”

Steve opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Now he came to think of it, it did come across as pretty shitty.

“Not it- Yeah. Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t waste my money on beer for people that won’t even enjoy it,” he said almost imperiously, leaning forward to get into Steve’s personal space.

“Yeah well,” he looked at the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes, “That’s probably a good call.”

“So do you want one or not?”

Steve’s eyes snapped to him.

“One what?”

“Come on, Harrington,” he smiled so wide and sharp it felt like he could cut glass, “You’d appreciate a beer, yeah? You look like you’ve been put through the ringer.”

Steve didn’t really know why his heart was racing like he had just run a race, but Billy’s lips were pinker than usual and he smelled like hairspray and cheap cologne.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What’s the theme of this thing?” Billy countered, “You look like you got the shit kicked out of you.”

“It’s zombie themed.”

“Those zombies get some good hits in?”

He snorted, pushing a hand through his hair, trying to pull himself together.

“What are you even supposed to be?”

“You ever see Grease?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Robin made me watch it. It’s a girl’s movie.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” he said easily, pulling a beer out of the inside of his jacket and tossing it to Steve, “It’s good.”

“You dressed up as Danny Zuko? Is that what you’re saying to me?”

“Nah, his friend.”

“Kenickie?”

“You aren’t a fan, but you know all their names?”

He flushed, which fortunately Billy couldn’t see because of all the makeup splattered on his face.

“I have a good memory.”

“Somehow I don’t believe that’s why you remember it, baby.”

Steve felt his stomach drop to his shoes. The pet name made him squirm, made the tips of his fingers tingle with the desire to reach out and touch.

This was a sensation that wasn’t necessarily new…but it certainly had gotten worse, and it seemed to key up in intensity every time they got anywhere near each other.

“You have no proof of anything, Hargrove,” he tried to straighten up, do that thing he used to do, shoulder checking another guy in the hallway at school, because boys who do that don’t like other boys.

Which of course, all went out the window when Billy’s lips caught the light.

“Are you wearing lipgloss?” Steve asked, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure of his words.

He smiled wider.

“Just a little for the occasion, pretty boy,” he said quietly, “Why? You like it?”

Steve did like it, which was incredibly confusing, and he didn’t have the words (or the thoughts for that matter) to understand it.

“It’s…fine.”

Billy laughed, a pretty sound that cut right through Steve.

“How about that beer?”

“Yeah,” he rubbed a hand down his face, then pulled his palm back black and red and blue, makeup streaked all over his face, “Fuck, I really fucked up my look, didn’t I?”

“You did, still pretty though.”

Steve swallowed with a click. He had no idea how to respond when he talked like that. It was so…genuine, like he really felt that way.

“I- So’re you.”

Billy’s eyebrows raised just slightly, just a hint of surprise marring his face.

“You think so, do you?”

Steve didn’t know why he felt so bold, why he was talking like this, but the words were just falling out of his mouth before he could even attempt to stop them.

“I mean…I have- Eyes.”

“So you do, Harrington. Let’s get you that-”

“Steve!” Dustin’s voice cut through the tension like a hatchet, “Come on, we need you back!”

Billy’s mouth lifted in a half-smile.

“When are you done babysitting? Or working? Or whatever it is you’re doing?”

“Some might call it servitude,” he deadpanned, earning a chuckle from Billy, “Hoping not past eleven.”

“You drive here?”

“Yeah,” he said too quickly, trying to backtrack immediately, “I have to uh, take Robin home.”

“And after that?” he was in Steve’s space again, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, “What’re you doing then?”

“Washing this makeup off,” he decided to be a little bit bold, “Maybe having a beer with someone.”

His grin was wide again.

“Hm. Seems like you might need a drinking partner then.”

“Seems like it. We can go to mine.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, pretty boy.”

#harringroveweek #harringrove #my writing #tomorrow is spooky i promise i just couldnt stop writing fluff lmfao

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startinglights · 2 years

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wish I could submit as @ricstappen but oh well. have a maxiel proposal au I will unfortunately never write fully.

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they go to perth for christmas.

max took so long to find the perfect ring. daniel loves jewellery and especially his rings and it has to work with the rest. has to

blend in so daniel can wear it and no one gets suspicious

it ends up being thick and silver and max wouldn’t be so obvious to have a lion embossed on it (though something is roaring his chest to tell him to). fans would clock it in the first second of the next unboxed. but it does have a light zig zag pattern engraved in black. not obvious at all. but it could be an M and V if you knew what you were looking for.

anyway they’re in perth and daniel is just so happy the entire time like he always is around his family... bouncing around his parents’ house, throwing the kids into the pool, getting browner under the sun by the day

max is just watching it all like he wants to do it - propose - a million times, they’re all good moments. but knows he’ll know the right one.

it's boxing day aus time and they facetime vic and the kids for christmas day. daniel nods along as luca excitedly shows them all his new toys, thrusting them at the camera before dropping them and moving onto the next. daniel asks lots of serious questions about them even though luca is too young to respond. he's taking it very seriously.

max is smitten but he doesn’t want a proposal to take away from a holiday. it needs its own day so he holds off even though the ring is burning a hole in his pocket.

they have a nice new years with daniel's friends. it’s crazy and they’re out 'til sunrise (a rare luxury). they have a drunken sloppy blowjob in the bathroom at a club and every second daniel is looking up at him with blown out pupils and wet lashes max is crazy with it thinking now now now

they go for a bushwalk on one of their last days before flying back to spain for testing. they’ve driven a few hours to get there, the hired range rover big and bulky and shiny against the dusty roads. daniel is in the passenger seat chewing on a mintie and playing air drums to the playlist he gave max no say in.

max forces himself to keep his eye on the road lest he stop the car and pull over to drag daniel into the spacious back seat and then get down on one knee on the rough carpet

they park, the only other car in the gravel parking lot is a beat up '92 corolla. the range rover looks expensive and out of place next to it, next to the trees that have been there hundreds of years and will be for hundreds more.

they make their way to the waterfall at the end of the track. 5 kilometers one way in the scorching western australian sun. sweat trickles down max's neck and he knows his face is red and blotchy. daniel is glowing.

daniel used to come here a lot as a kid. joe would bring him and michelle to swim when it got hot and daniel had always insisted that he would take max here one day.

to share that bit of his childhood with him. max thinks of an alternate timeline where his dad takes him on road trips for fun, not just to get to another race. another bitumen track. another lonely-----

it’s hard to picture.

“one day we’ll bring our kids here, right maxy?” daniel asks, randomly. max whips his head around to make sure he heard right and sees daniel grinning at him.

not the big fake one that shows everything to his molars - the one that he saves just for max. it’s softer. smaller. but just as bright

and finally the ring gets so hot max has to pull it out. it’s not even in a box, his pants are too tight for that.

he fumbles for a moment trying to fish it out. doesn’t want to drop it and lose it in the scrub. daniel watches him with a laugh and it’s clear he’s wondering what the hell max is doing the way his eyebrows raise.

when max pulls it out he realises he hasn't thought this part through. doesn’t have a speech prepared. knows that if this was the other way around daniel would waffle for minutes before max would tell him to just get to the point.

“marry me” he says instead. tries not to inflect up to make him sound unsure

daniel flicks his eyes between his face to his outstretched hand, the ring glinting in the harsh overhead sun “marry you” daniel repeats. it’s not a question, but it is “yes?” max says. “yes. daniel, marry me.” the ring is burning hot now. physically this time as well. “shouldn’t you be down on one knee?” daniel questions with his eyebrow raised. he hasn’t moved “mate these shorts are so tight I don’t think I can do that,” max replies, honest. daniel laughs and max fiddles with the ring in his palm. “okay” daniel smiles. “let’s get married maxy”

and max finally gets to do what he’s been thinking about for months. watching the silver and black slide over daniel’s tanned bony knuckles where it will sit for the rest of their lives.

#dr3 #mv33 #maxiel #(this is canon and i will believe nothing else)

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littlemessyjessi · 2 years

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"Rad As Hell": An Eddie Munson Imagine

An Eddie Munson Story

Eddie Munson x Cunningham Cousin

Warnings: listen. It's ST. There are sensitive topics. It is what it is. Also, if you're under 18, and I say this with love and kindness... kindly fuck off.

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Hawkins High didn't exactly get new kids every day.

It was a small town with families that had lived there for years.

Newbies just weren't necessarily a regular occurence.

That being said, when there was a new kid… all hell broke loose.

It was like the damn circus had come to town and every one was chomping at the bit to look at the new circus act.

Not too long ago, that had been the absolute chaos that was Billy Hargrove and subsequently his younger stepsister, Max Mayfield.

Max had still been in middle school at the time but Billy certainly established himself in the high school.

Quickly.

This year that role was taken by someone else.

None other than the cousin of the most popular girl in school, head cheerleader Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy had been talking about it for weeks.

Apparently, she hadn't seen her cousin in years but the two of them supposedly used to have been thick as thieves.

Naturally, most of the student body who'd caught wind of the news assumed this cousin to be another carbon copy of Chrissy.

Likely bound for pom pom and ponytails.

However, come Monday morning no one was prepared for what they actually got.

The absolute roar of an engine ripped through the parking lot as a glossy red motorcycle pulled into a spot.

The rider, clad in a leather jacket with flames on the sleeves, pulled the helmet off revealing a mass of dark hair.

The jeans covering the shapely legs were faded and ripped about as much as they were together.

Two big black clunky boots hit the payment as they propped the bike on the kickstand.

The chipped black nail polish glinted in the light as their middle finger came up to push the aviator sunglasses up the bridge of their nose.

The girl fumbled around in her pocket for a second.

The hunt for a cigarette and a lighter was an ever pressing need as she took in the place where she was meant to spend her final year of school.

She'd barely lit the cigarette and took her first drag when she was approached by a teacher.

"Young lady, smoking is not permitted on school property." the middle aged man said.

She surveyed him behind her glasses, taking another impossibly long drag from the cigarette and tossing it on the ground, crushing it with the toe of her boot.

"Sorry." she said. "First day nerves, I reckon."

Her accent was distinctly southern, a sharp contrast to the midwestern territory, and absolutely dripping with a tone that told the adult that she did not care nor was she in the least bit sorry.

He labeled her as a troublemaker almost instantly.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Depends on who's asking." she said.

"A teacher at this high school and an adult." he said.

She shrugged, "You know, I was always taught not to talk to strangers. Especially men twice my age who seemingly pop up out of nowhere. If the next question is, 'Do you like candy, little girl? I've got some in my van'.... I'm fully prepared to kick you in the nads."

The man sighed, "Are you enrolled here or not?"

She shrugged, "Yeah, but I'll figure it out myself, thanks. Later."

He called after her a few times but she'd already spotted a familiar blond ponytail in the distance and she was making her way across the asphalt at a steady pace.

She wasn't naive to the looks she received from the other cheerleaders and jocks surrounding her.

"What's up Valley Girl?" she smirked.

Chrissy froze in her tracks.

No one called her that and especially no one with an accent like that.

She whipped around and catapulted herself into the arms of the girl behind her.

"Jessica!" she squealed. "You're here!"

She laughed, "Chill, Malibu Barbie. You act like you haven't known for like a month."

Chrissy squeezed her cousin a little tighter anyway, "Well, yeah but still. I'm glad you're here anyway."

The two of them finally separated and got a chance to look at one another.

Neither had actually seen the other in a couple of years.

Chrissy looked virtually the same, perfect as always while Jessica was a far cry from the nerdy girl with pigtail braids and glasses that Chrissy knew.

"You look so different!" Chrissy said.

"Yeah, I guess I grew out of my awkward phase. Filled out and all that." Jessica shrugged.

"Or blew up."

Chrissy's head snapped to the side at the comment but Jessica, far used to teenage boys being stupid, paid him no mind.

Chrissy opened her mouth to speak but Jessica only looped her arm through her cousin's and pulled her along.

"Sorry, everyone. Gotta steal my cousin away for a bit. I'll return eventually with minimal damage and only slightly maimed." she said and tugged the blond along.

"I'm sorry about him." Chrissy said. "He had no right to-"

"Fuck 'em, Chris. I'm not concerned with little boys with brains as small as their dicks." Jessica said. "Now, tell me. Who do I need to see about weed in this school?"

Chrissy shook her head.

Jessica had certainly changed a lot since they'd last seen each other.

However, the wheels in Chrissy's matchmaker head began to turn and as it just so happened that very person had Jessica's type written all over him.

"That would be Eddie Munson." Chrissy said.

Jessica nodded, "Munson. Got it. And where do I find this fine fellow?"

Chrissy giggled, "I'll point him out to you at lunch. He's not hard to find. He's the leader of the Hellfire Club."

"Sounds badass." Jessica commented. "What is it?"

"Dungeons and Dragons. It's a game." Chrissy said.

"Sick." Jessica nodded in approval. "I played a couple times. Kinda cool to be honest."

"He's also in a band." Chrissy added. "Corroded Coffin, I think is the name."

"That's fuckin rad." Jessica said following her cousin as she led her towards the office to get her schedule.

"He's a little eccentric but I think he's pretty nice actually. Just a lot of people around her don't like him." she said. "He's always been nice to me though."

"He your boyfriend or something?" Jessica asked, arching a dark brow at her cousin.

"No!" Chrissy said. "You know I'm with Jason. But Eddie is nice and honestly, I think you two would probably get along really well."

Jessica shrugged, nodded her head in thanks to the secretary for her schedule… even though she got kind of a dirty look in return.

"Ah, you know, my motto, Chris. High school boys suck." she said.

"Well, Eddie is actually a little older." Chrissy said. "He was supposed to graduate a couple of years ago."

"Well, we'll see. Besides, Chris, you're looking at the future Mrs. Kirk Hammett. He just doesn't know it yet." Jessica said, dreamily.

"Who?" Chrissy asked with a laugh.

"Dammit, Chrissy. Kirk Hammett? Metallica?" she asked and upon seeing the clueless look on her cousin's face she groaned. "Come on! Where is your music taste, Chrissy Elizabeth!"

"I have music taste, Jessica Roxanne! It's called Wham and George Michael and Madonna!" Chrissy laughed.

"Oh god!" Jessica groaned. "I don't know how we're related! This is despicable!"

Both girls fell into a fit of laughter.

They were as different as could be, hadn't seen each other in years and yet… somehow felt closer than ever.

"Alright, let me see your schedule." Chrissy said after sobering up. "Looks like you got History first. It's down the hall. And we literally have no classes together. Great. But! We have lunch and you can sit with me!"

"And the 'cheerleader' table?" Jessica teased.

"Yes, at the cheerleader table." Chrissy said. "Come on. Just try and be nice. It'll be fun."

"Yeah, I kinda doubt it. The metalheads don't usually fit in with the popular kids, Chris. But sure, I'll sit with you at lunch anyway." Jessica said.

"Thanks. See ya later! Have fun in History!" she called, heading in the other direction.

Jessica sighed, glanced at her paper again and then promptly exited the building.

She just… didn't have the patience for school today.

She made her way around the building, eventually ending up near the dumpsters.

Only to find it already occupied.

Long curly dark hair fell over his shoulders.

He wore a denim vest over his leather jacket that had Dio on it and to say she was intrigued was an understatement.

He turned when he heard the crunching of gravel beneath her feet.

"Oh, uh, hey." he said.

Jessica faltered a little.

He was fucking hot.

The biggest, darkest puppy eyes she'd ever seen and a little smile forming on his face.

He was quite boyish in his features and there were dimples forming on his cheeks where his smile creased his face.

She cleared her throat, "Hey. Mind if I sit? I need a cigarette."

He shook his head, "Help yourself."

"Thanks." she said, sliding down beside him and letting the cool metal of the dumpster bite soothe her.

"First day?" he asked.

"Unfortunately." she said, fishing her smokes out of her pocket and hunting for her lighter.

"Here." he said, offering her a light.

"Thanks." she said, leaning forward and letting his flame ignite the tip of the cigarette.

She offered it to him, "You smoke?"

He took it, dragging the smoke into his lungs and blowing it out, "Weed mostly but occasionally cigarettes."

"Shit, man. Me too." she said. "But the fucking joy of being the new kid is finding the source. Though according to my cousin apparently it's some dude named Eddie Munson. You know him?"

The guy smiled like he had a secret, "Yeah, I've heard of him."

"Chris says he's in a band, plays DnD and is a drug dealer. Which screams my type. Not that you asked. Sorry, I'm in the mood to overshare apparently." she said with a roll of her eyes.

He just laughed a bit, "Oh yeah? That's an awfully specific type."

Jessica shrugged, "Well, you know before I turned all Becky Badass, I used to be quite a little nerdling myself. I fucking loved DnD, man. That shit was cool as fuck."

"How come you don't play anymore?" he asked curiously.

"Shit, man. Nobody to play with." she laughed. "I'm from Tennessee, dude. Like that's bible belt territory. You play that shit there and they damn near go Salem Witch Trials on your ass. The ice I was on there was pretty thin as it was. One more toe out of line and I seriously think they would've burned me at the stake."

He laughed, "Sounds like no where I ever want to be. Where are you from anyway?"

She snorted, "Ironically, the town is called Friendship."

He burst into laughter, "You're shitting me."

"I shit you not, my friend." she said.

The two of them continued to talk for a while about DnD which merged into music and soon enough the bell was sounding again and Jessica was groaning.

"Ugh, I have no desire to go back inside. But I reckon, I've already skipped one. And Chris will straight up ki-"

"Jessica Roxanne!"

"Speak of the devil." Jessica said and winked at the guy next to her.

"I can't believe you skipped already! You're going to fai- oh Hi Eddie." Chrissy said coming to a stop in front of them both.

Jessica turned to look at the male beside her, sporting a shit eating grin.

"Eddie?" she asked. "As in Eddie Munson?"

"In the flesh." he said but he had the tact to at least blush.

"You little shit." she laughed. "You literally let me sit here and talk about you like you weren't sitting right the fuck there."

He shrugged, "When a pretty girl describes you as just her type, you just shut up and be happy about it."

Jessica rolled her eyes.

Chrissy was doing well to stifle her laughter and Jessica kicked at her.

"I assumed you came out here because you had to have your weed." Chrissy shrugged but there was a particularly mischevious look on her face.

"Well, I actually came out here because I didn't want to go in. Then I saw a badass Dio vest and there was no way I was passing up an opportunity to talk to SOMEONE around here with decent musical taste." she said aiming the last bit at Chrissy.

"Oh come on. Madonna really isn't that-"

Both Eddie and Jessica groaned in unison.

"Madonna is a talentless hack." Jessica said. "I mean, she's hot, sure. But a hack none the less."

"That is blasephemous." Chrissy said.

"What's blasephemous is the fact that you like fucking Wham. Gag." Jessica said.

"You're just jealous." Chrissy said.

"Of what?!" Jessica laughed.

Chrissy rolled her eyes but a smile played on her features, "Just get your weed and come on. I'd rather not get blamed for you flunking senior year. Again."

"Hey, that shit wasn't my fault last year." Jessica said before turning to Eddie. "By the way, that's not why I sat down. I obviously didn't know who you were or I certainly wouldn't have talked to you like that. However, if my new weed dealer happens to be hot, well, I can't really say that I'm mad."

Eddie flushed, not necessarily used to this kind of attention.

"It's cool." he said and cleared his throat. "Uh, meet me over there in the woods after school and I'll fix you up."

"Rad. See you later, Munson." she said getting to her feet.

Chrissy grabbed her cousin's arm and started hauling her away and Eddie watched them go.

That girl… was rad as hell.

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Hey loves!!!! I hope you enjoyed this Eddie moment and I would love to hear your thoughts! It can totally be left as a oneshot/imagine or it could be a full story! So please let me know what you'd like to see!

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theartofruling · 15 days

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Ghostly Vengeance || Wren Self Para

Who: Wren Petrova

Where: Night Club in Eastland

Description: Wren performs for the first time in years, only to be met by the ghost of her ex-husband. Trigger Warnings: Domestic abuse, murder, death

Wren paced in her makeshift dressing room as she prepared for what was supposed to be a lowkey show. After ending her music career after the death of her abusive ex-husband, she was finally ready to return to it years later. Of course, being a mom and High Priestess came first, but she needed this. She owed this to her fans. She also owed it to herself. She wouldn’t be able to get back to who she was without fully healing.

Her late husband, Ian, had broken her physically and emotionally. The physical abuse meant she couldn’t do as many shows and appearances. The emotional abuse broke her confidence and soon she would never utter another lyric for years. After his death, she wrote songs and tinkered with melodies, but never sung.

It wasn’t until recently she had the itch for change. She wasn’t always so quiet and soft spoken and reserved. She had been famous for something other than her family name. She had been at the height of her career. Wren had felt invincible and unchallenged, in a league of her own before that marriage. Now, she had the opportunity to reclaim her life.

The show was supposed to be small. But she had hundreds of people here for her. Loyal fans who had been waiting eagerly for her return to music. She was debuting two new songs and two from her old life.

When she took the stage, the roar from the crowd was almost deafening. “Thank you all for coming. It’s been a while. And I’ve started working on an album that can fill in the missing blanks, but I’m happy to be back on this stage! My nerves are running wild so I’m going to need your help with these songs before I get to my new stuff.”

Once she started singing and the crowd still knew every word, it eased her nerves and self doubt. It was like partying with several hundred old friends. Wren felt at ease on stage again. So much so that tears fell down her cheeks. “This…you all don’t know how it makes me feel that you still know all the words. These next two songs are all about reclaiming my power.”

Wren felt her nerves but her first song Cinderella’s Dead started up. She strutted and danced across the stage making eye contact with those she could see. By the end of the song the crowd was singing the chorus with her, “I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic.”

When the song ended she was grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve truly missed this. But we’re going to leave on a high note.” The music boomed through her ear piece, as she danced across the stage. Her song Not My Fault started up. She chuckled as she confidently sang, “Yeah I’m back bitch, are you done?” She sang with the attitude and confidence she had to adopt an alter ego to achieve. Looking out in the audience to see people dancing and smiling and enjoying the song reassured her that this was what she was supposed to be doing.

After the show she did a brief meet and greet with several fans before she had to start settling down preparing to head home for the true celebration with Jakovan and the kids. She called him when she got off stage. “Hey Mish, I wish you could have been here! They loved the songs and they still knew every word of my old stuff!” She had tears in her eyes as she was still overcome with emotion. “I had someone taking video for you so I’ll send it in a moment. I can’t wait to be home to celebrate with you and the kids! I’m going to take a few more pictures with fans and I should be there soon! Two hours max.”

That was the plan until a familiar face showed up. He was last in line and seeing his smiling face cause a lump in her throat. It was Hunter, Ian’s younger brother.

“When I heard, I couldn’t believe it. You finally found your voice after everything my brother put you through,” he said.

Wren had always liked Hunter. There were moments when she wished he had been the one she married. He was kind and sweet and he had no idea what his brother had done to her. She eagerly hugged him. “Hunter! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since we spoke I just…after everything I needed time to find some semblance of myself again.”

“You got married again.” He sounded almost sad.

“I did. I have two beautiful kids. Twins.”

He grinned. “I’ve kept tabs. I’ve got the clippings. You know, I have always been proud of you. And I’ve always thought you ended up with the wrong brother. I would have protected you. Held onto every precious moment we had because when you look at someone you have this way of making them feel important and loved. I’m still chasing that and I haven’t found it.”

Wren’s brows rose and she looked around making sure no one could overhear and misconstrue their conversation. “Would you like to come back to my dressing room to chat?”

The guards followed them back but Wren assured them it was okay to stay outside the door. But once the door was closed behind them something was muttered and Hunter screamed out, “Wren, run!”

Before she could react, his posture changed. The cruel smile she knew Ian to wear perched onto his lips. “Enough of that sappy shit. I knew he wanted to fuck my wife. And you were no saint. Deep down, you wanted to fuck him too. Don’t lie you little bitch.”

Wren knew those words, that tone. Ian was in Hunter’s body. Ian had come back to harm her. She ran for the door, but it wouldn’t open. She screamed but the guards didn’t react. “Perks of my brother being a witch.” He used telekinesis to toss her against a wall.

Her body clattered to the floor with a thud. Wren was a pacifist. She didn’t believe in violence and she didn’t know how to defend herself. But she had her babies at home. As he lifted her telekinetically again, slamming her against another wall, the fall broke her arm.

She lay there with tears streaming down her face. But she had to do something to be able to get home to her kids. She had to survive. “Coward! You used to use your hands to put me in my place. It made you feel like more of a man than Hunter, remember?”

She had to provoke him. Get him close. She only had one shot to save herself. “You’re right. I did wish you were Hunter. Every day of our miserable marriage.” That earned her a kick to her abdomen. One and then another but she grabbed his ankle letting out all of the anger she had built up at him taking her life from her. All the anger of enduring every single beating flowed through her and came through her fingertips as her electrokinesis. Electric currents churned out of her, shocking him over and over, but she hadn’t used the ability defensively and she didn’t know how much was too much when he fell to the ground limp. She crawled to the door, using her magic reversal to remove the spell that kept her locked in and the guards unable to hear her.

When Hunter’s body didn’t move and when she didn’t see his chest rising and falling, Wren sobbed. What had she just done? She had killed Hunter while trying to keep Ian away from her.

She didn’t dwell. Her mind raced as did her tears for having to use violence and having to kill. She might have been the nice, quiet pacifist, but she was still a Hartwell. Wren knew what she had to do now. She formed a plan and one thing was for certain she had to keep Jakovan and Westland out of it. This night had too much buzz around it to involve him now. She made a call to the one person who she knew could help her - Olivier.

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recentanimenews · 2 years

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Aharen-san wa Hakarenai – 05 – Win-Win

When Aharen tells Raidou about a Pokemon Go-style mobile game that was launched seven years ago like it’s a new trend, he dusts off his maxed-out Yankee Godzilla character, believing her tiny, harmless-looking Shirorin will be no match against him. He’s eager to score a win against Aharen, but instead he gets stomped. It’s the classic Cactuar Conundrum: tiny and cute doesn’t automatically spell weak.

We’ve seen how strong Aharen is in the crane game department, so when Futaba spends almost all her pocket change in vain trying to win a Yankee Godzilla doll, Aharen proceeds to win nine of them. I don’t think she’s trying to show up a kid; merely show her how it’s done. She even leaves a gimme right near the out spout for Futaba to win with her last 100-yen coin.

The next segment is one of those that crops up often in a 4-panel comic: where one character changes dramatically—in this case Raidou becoming overweight overnight. When it dawns on Aharen it could be her fault for feeding him so much of her massive lunches, she reads up on dieting, hoping to help him.

But when Raidou spots her with the diet book, he assumes she’s trying to diet, something he doesn’t think is necessary, so he decides to lead by example and show her that exercise, not dieting, is the key to success. He loses all the weight he gained, only to learn Aharen never had any intention of dieting…but will surely consider leaner lunches in future!

The re-slimmed Raidou is in trouble; if he fails the midterms he’ll have to take supplementary classes. To avoid this, he proposes that he and Aharen study together, assuming from her serene demeanor that she’s already fully prepared to do well in the exams.

The two try a number of different venues for their studying, but be it the library, a restaurant, or the park, they find themselves distracted by something and can’t study. Ultimately, the classroom turns out to be the ideal spot for studying, with their desks pushed together as usual.

When Aharen, Raidou, and two classmates have after-school cleaning duty, Raidou marvels at how seriously Aharen takes this. She’s so professional in her cleaning, his vivid imagination starts to wonder if she’s also a cleaner, i.e. an assassin. She certainly seems to have a cool head for it…

After the other two kids leave, Aharen tries to move a dusted bookshelf back where it belongs, only to lose her balance and almost have it fall on her. Raidou exhibits catlike reflexes by rushing to Aharen’s rescue. Later, they continue studying, and Raidou thanks her for helping him with studying. Aharen’s response is so quiet even his trained ears can’t hear…

…So she draws closer to him and gathers him into a long, warm, affectionate hug. She expresses her happiness at being able to finally help Raidou, after all this time she’s caused trouble and relied upon him. Raidou’s response is as expected: he’s never once thought she was trouble, and he relies on her too, so he thanks her in return.

It’s easily the swetest and most romantic things have ever gotten between these two. So many anime couples have trouble communicating, but these two are crystal clear in how they feel about one another, and aren’t even embarrassed to walk about arm-in-arm or to share such a long hug.

By: sesameacrylic

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 2 years

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"The first step is to resolve Mike and El in a way that makes it clear that they won’t get back together." This is the thing that holds me up, because I feel like they had the perfect opportunity to do this with the breakup in ST3 and they didn't take it.

They intentionally left that whole storyline unresolved. It's frustrating, but it was done to set up whatever we'll be getting in season 4.

You guys have to be patient with this. They can't rush this while also doing it justice. We're talking about a gay kid who was convinced he was straight coming to terms with the truth. That will take a lot of time and produce plenty of inner turmoil. Season 3 introduced his confusion/realization moment when he didn't return El's affections at the end. How he reacts to that is still unknown.

Many a gay kid back then would fall back deeper into the closet. The fact that Mike can claim to have a girlfriend "in another state" is the perfect excuse for him to be able to turn down any interested girls in Hawkins. He's essentially able to hide from this problem until he's face to face with it again.

It's certainly not fair to El if he's been stringing her along, but we can excuse his cowardice given what he's going through. One could argue that he never said they were still together, that it was just El's assumption. She may not have fully understood what dumping entailed in the first place. She saw Max and Lucas break up and get back together 5-6 times, so she may just think it means it's over until she decides to get back together. Mike really didn't seem prepared for all of that. With her literally getting ready to move, he probably wasn't in a rush to tell her that he didn't see them as still dating. He's really got himself into something here, and we're all likely going to cringe when we see how it goes when everyone meets up again.

At any rate, it's a journey, not a destination. Though, to be fair, we certainly want to reach our destination with as few detours as possible. Hell, we still haven't gotten explicit confirmation on Will, yet. I feel like Alan Turing pushes us past the point of no return, but they still have to let him have his own moment, too.

#stranger things 4 #byler #mike wheeler #will byers

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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The Empress (pt.IV)

Mmm. Blood for blood god, yes?

Warnings: mentions of abuse, poison, death, swearing

The palace was a bit busier after the evening you announced your new employment. After the servants herd there would be a trip, they were mostly preparing for Techno’s, and Phil’s leave. Two days weren't much to you, but to Techno and Phil? They were busy days. Techno ended up stealing Phil from your side during those days, so instead you spent your time with Wilbur.

Wilbur was a brilliant child. For being twelve he already had a large understanding of how their kingdom worked. Not only that, but when questioned he could also tell you about other countries and nations. He didn't play up his intelligent, but he also didn't dismiss what he knew.

Tomorrow was the day that Techno, Phil and you had planned to leave on. Phil did walk you to breakfast that morning, but Techno and Phil didn't waist time eating. They mostly hurried through, leaving little room for conversation, then left to Techno’s study. Leaving you and Wil alone for the day again. You didn't mind that though, yesterday you spent your time lingering over his shoulder well he did his studies. The studies, though sounding boring at first were actually pretty interesting. You had a education, however, the one you received was very basic. You were taught to read, write, and even shown basic math, but beyond that you weren't pressured to learn more. No one in your village was. This wasn't because your village viewed education less to survival. But mostly because your village was tiny, there were no great scholars. Most children were taught by there parents, like you, your mother taught you everything. Where Wilbur, at twelve was learning about different potion ingredients and there properties. You at the same age had just finished basic fractions. But that was ok, education wasn't something to compare, everyone learns differently and at different speeds.

Well you maneuvered around the casual tables, bookshelves and sofas, he responded. “Oh! well, you see, Phil wants all of his kids to be respectful, especially to women” you nodded, ’most parents prefer that.’ you mused to yourself. The two of you walked through the library to a room in the back. This is where Wil did his studies. It was just a private room, mostly made so no one could disturb the individual reading inside. “Our mother, she was really kind- you would have liked her- and her most defiantly would have liked you” He was just loosely rambling off, but it was adorable, he had a bright smile. Well you listened, something told you, not many people sat and talked with him. “When Phil met our mother he always told us of how poor her home life was, she wasn't treated very nicely, you see.” Wil took the door to the study and opened it for you two. Both of you moseying inside, side by side. When you two found the sofa you sat down easy, mostly having to readjust after. Unlike you Wil half threw himself onto it with a little squeak of the cushion. “When Dad found out mother was carrying me, he quickly took her away from her home. Anytime he mentioned her parents you could have sworn he wanted to kill them. Dadza doesn't get mad, but when he does... it’s not exactly pleasant.” Wil had swallowed a bit thickly at that last comment. Letting it linger in the air.

You walked with Wil towards the Library, the hall’s were a tad chillier due to the fact the sun wasn't out today. In its place was just grey clouds, offering more snow to the already maxed out ice cube you stood on. When you took the handle to open the door for Wil, he took it from your hand quickly. After grabbing it, he stumbled into profusely apologizing for his spur of the moment behavior.

“So sorry (y/n), it’s just, if Dadza caught me slacking on my manners... He wouldn't be too pleased.” You tilted your head slightly as he opened the door fully. Exposing the Ancient Book lined walls. The stale smell of paper, parchment, and the occasional ink hit you. The library was rather large, but then again, most things within this palace tended to be. The library did have a warmth to it, and a welcoming feeling. The type where if your not careful, you could get lost inside for hours at a time. In the corner rested a larger than normal fireplace, The attached Chimney ran to the celling, lined With thick Rocks and stones. The crackling and popping of the wood burning within was a very comforting white noise.

“this might seem off, but, what manners?” they way you said it may have sounded wrong, but you meant it in the best way you could. Or more the less for him to expand on the manners he was talking about.

“I'm not sure if I can ask, but, Techno looks older than you, did... He live with your mother when she was with her parents?” Wil shifted to face you a bit more. Putting his heel up on his knee. well he rested his elbow on the arm of the couch, he moved his head to rest in his hand.

“No, Techno was adopted. When dad was in the Nether he raided a lost fortress. from what he explained, there was just a toddler roaming around.” Your heart clenched slightly, you couldn't imagine leaving a toddler alone, none the less in a place like the nether. you have never been there, but the stories you’ve herd were enough to tell you the danger. “Since he’s a hybrid of a Piglin Brute and human, none of the other Piglins would touch him. So Dadza did, as Dadza does. he took him home.”

You thought back on this a moment. Techno had a godlike amount of strength, not to mention how tall he was. Of course he was a Hybrid. You felt a bit stupid now for not picking it up. “Just, don't tell Techno I told you, he doesn't like his name being discussed behind his back” You nodded. Wilbur’s face grew into a smile. “This can be our secret” you nodded and smiled back.

“our secret” The more you talked to Wil, you discovered he was a lot like Philza. The two had the most contagious smile you’d ever seen. The only difference you assumed was he had his mother's features. Phil had bright keen blue eyes, well Wilbur had deep beautiful brown eyes. Another difference was there facial structure. You two were quiet a moment before you spoke up. You had been curious of where their mother was, there were paintings of her. But she was no where around. The way Wil talked about her made you assume she had passed. “what happened to your mother?”

Wilbur’s eyes saddened briefly before he- what you assumed- forced himself to contain. “Oh, well... Phil and Mom had a dinner one night with some other world leaders.” he paused a bit rubbing his neck. “It was supposed to be peaceful. but someone from the German Empire didn't want us to be allies. so he poisoned our mother’s food.” He started slowing down with the story as he went on. “Like you said with your father (y/n), you were too young to understand? That's how it was for me. I was only four. I didn't understand why Techno and Dad were so angry.” he wiped his eyes as they welled up, one eye let a tear fall. “They didn't keep me in the room long. As soon as mom started choking, they started yelling. One of our allies’, his wife, had taken me out of the room before it had escalated any further.”

Your heart fell heavy, a pit forming in your stomach. you couldn't empathize with loosing a parent. especially at such a young age like that. You could easily tell Wil wasn't over his mothers death. The way he looked at the ground with such hurt, it genuinely pained you so see the happy boy like this. You moved yourself closer to his side and hugged him tightly, showing him the reassurance he needed. You didn't respond for a little bit. letting Wil express what emotions he had possibly bottled up. After a bit when you felt him pull back, you just kept your arm around his shoulder. You weren't his family. but you hoped that for what company you offered, it made him feel at least a bit better. “I'm sorry Wilbur…” was all you could muster. The atmosphere weighed heavier now. With the sadness of pressed memories lingering, the two of you didn't talk. instead you simply sat in silence.

“So what’s France like?” you asked curiously, taking a bite of your mashed potatoes.

By dinner that evening Wilbur and you had already promised each other that you wouldn't speak of what happened in the studies. He didn't want Techno on his back for opening up, or that he also cried a bit. You were ok with keeping it between you two, Wilbur had confided in you something very personal, the least you could do was respect his wishes.

Dinner had gone by smoothly, the chatter between Wilbur and you had picked up quite a lot. You could tell this made Phil happy to see the two of you getting along. Especially since you now technically live with them. When you first arrived to the palace, dinner’s were kind of awkward, since only Phil and you really talked. But now it seemed that Techno was the only one that wouldn't partake in the conversations. He would put a word or two in. But mostly dinners were spent with Wil and you talking about whatever came to mind.

Wil was hurrying to swallow to try and respond. “Oh! you’d love it there (y/n)!” Phil slightly chuckled at Wil. “Its really scenic!” Before Wil could ramble off about France and it’s perks, Phil had chimed in.

“It is a beautiful place, but were not going to any specific places. were only going to the countryside's. We know that much” Wil and you cocked your head’s slightly. ‘what’s out in the country side?’ You mentally questioned, but Wil instead asked it aloud.

“Not that the countryside isn't beautiful- why not stop by the towns?” Wil questioned, his brow furrowed. waving his fork between Techno and Phil for his answer.

“The cities don't have what I need” Techno said plainly, at that Wilbur shot back with a remark.

“mmn, like a girlfriend?” you couldn't help but laugh at the way Techno turned to face Wilbur. Since he still eats with his mask. you could only see his lips, to which Techno made a ‘heh?’ before he compiled his answer fully.

“Keep it up I’ll take you to France and punt you out of my plane.” Phil laughed with you on that one. Although Techno was pretty stoic and monotone, over the last couple of days lately he’s been showing more of his ‘Brotherly love’ as Phil call’s it. you had a feeling that Techno and Phil were going to miss Wilbur during there trip. or, at least you would for sure. After Wilbur laughed a bit he got serious again.

“But really, what are you looking for. there’s not many things in the countryside besides the occasional mansion or farm. Kind of boring if you ask me” Techno hummed in response. Appearing like he was aware of what was in the country already. Since Wil couldn't work a answer out of Techno he simply dropped the subject, viewing it no longer worth the push. Instead he started back on his steak, Phil picking up the conversation.

“Those new clothes should be in your room tonight, (y/n)” you looked up and swallowed your mouthful. nodding before you answered.

“mhn! oh! right, thank you again for them. Are you sure my old pair wouldn't cut it? I’d hate to ruin a new pair of clothes on a side trip” Phil waved his hand in response, as if waving away your worry.

“awh, I wouldn't worry to much on it. Besides, now that you work for us, you have to be official n’ shit” He grinned at you. “Besides, your clothes were nice for your village, but France and Russia have a bit different climates.” You nodded casually. The idea of visiting new places had you a bit giddy. Yes, you missed your home, but being with the royal family so far has been utterly pleasant.

“do you have a certain time you would like to leave?” you questioned, your eyes dancing between Techno and Phil for your answer. Techno didn't look up from his food, expecting Phil to answer for him.

“we’ll probably just end up sending a servant to wake you up. We don't have a specific time yet, but we know it will probably be early. Mostly so we can reach land on time. Techno has the map’s ready for tomorrow with the stops marked. fuel n’ stuff will probably draw us back time wise.” Phil poked at his food well he talked, moving a bit of the food to a nice size bite. “We don't have a designated time we have to return. But we also don't want to be gone from the palace long.” you tilted your head a bit, looking to Phil.

“why don't you want to be gone long?” You assumed it was because they liked being in the comfort of their own home, but you also had a feeling it was something beyond that. Phil’s brow had came together in a bit of... frustration?

“we cant be gone long because the Governor's get antsy..." this was the first time you herd Phil's voice drop. It wasn't his casual light hearted tone, instead it was replaced with a deep, meaningful, yet precise tone. He knew what he wanted to say, and he knew exactly what he had to say. "We can't take Wilbur with us since he’s too young. It's also best to have someone to look over the palace in our absence."

You set your fork down as you finished your plate. Mimicking how techno piled his plates. "Why do they get antsy?" You couldn't help your curiosity on this matter. ‘Did the Governor's not like them gone?’

"Because they feel Wilbur is more fit to Rule. It's utter bullshit" Phil had a lot of pressed emotion on that topic. You could tell just from how he now handled and moved his fork. Usually he had a easy grip, loose moving it about his plate. But now his knuckles were a tad white, and his grip was much more secure. "Don't mistake my words, Wilbur could rule. He'd be a bloody brilliant king too. But Techno is my oldest son. The crown falls to him. Plain and simple. But They think, that because Techno isn't my blood, that it doesn't count." His words started becoming sharper and more hateful. He dropped his fork on his plate at this point out of anger. Even Techno who never moves his head much, Or talk for that matter, had moved his head to face Phil. Techno addressed his father.

"Dadza..." you were a bit shocked, his tone wasn't as monotone. His voice showed his concern, or maybe his understanding. Phil only looked at his plate before he looked up with a breath.

"I cant leave Wil because they pressure him. They pressure him into the thought of marriage with his best friend, into dethroning techno, last time the fucker's brought up killin’ tech and I" Phil leaned back in his chair a bit.

Phil sighed again. Looking up at Wilbur with kind eyes, the hate from his previous thoughts wiped free. "I hate leaving him with that much pressure. He's only twelve".

After the dinner everyone slowly retired to their rooms. Techno had stolen Phil again for some last minute run by plans, so in his stead Wilbur walked you to your room. You both didn't Talk long however, you both were aware that you would be up early the next day. Oh yeah, you were definitely up early. The sun hadn't rose yet and you were already being shaken awake by one of the maids. Telling you that Techno and Phil were patiently waiting. you hurried to change not wanting to leave them waiting any longer.

When you saw them in the hall you had just thrown your cloak and cape over your shoulders. The new attire Phil had made for you was just mostly more layers. This way if you got warm you could shed a few, or vise versa when you were cold.

“I'm so sorry I kept you waiting-” you stopped mid sentence you couldn't believe what you saw. If anyone could have seen your face, they may have assumed you had witnessed a murder for the way your jaw hung open.

There stood Techno in front of you, Phil by his side. But that's not what had your mouth open. Techno’s mask was long discarded, and by the gods was he good looking. Maybe not in the typical sense of beauty standards, but to you he was ethereal. He had scars, yes, but that only added to him. Maybe if he didn't have the scars he would have blown the beauty standard of Handsome, but speaking for yourself you prefer him with the scars. You definitely prefer the scars. There was a small scar over his lip. Then one larger one across his brow bone that dragged down to his cheek. From how the larger one appeared, you could only assume how long it took for it to heal. His eyes were delicate, but they danced ablaze. they were brown, but almost borderline red tinted. Without his mask you could see that he had a rather soft, natural appearance. He was young, younger than you assumed. He looked only about seventeen. The way he was dressed made him look like a casual, young gentleman you would have found on the street. you almost couldn't believe he was the feared Emperor. He must have noticed your lingering eyes, because his lips moved into the ever slightest bemused smirk. When you saw his expression you couldn't help the heat that flushed your cheeks. Worst of all is you could feel your heated cheeks, and that just made you redder from embarrassment. If this was how the trip was going to start, you were in for a long bumpy ride.

“Hello, princess” was all he said. He was purposefully poking at you now. He just learned he had a big effect on you, and oh boy was he ready to torment you with it. You could only avert your eyes, you had nothing to say against that. You didn't even know where to begin with it all. it took you a moment to process. Phil still stood beside Techno, his hand rubbed at his mouth a bit to muffle the chuckle he had.

“w...where’s your skull?... a-aren’t you traveling with it?” oh great, yeah your voice definitely, wasn't taking your side on trying to compose yourself. Techno hummed, he was really amused now.

“Hm? Here I thought you would have preferred this... what a shame, I even shaved.” techno ran his large but delicate hand over his jaw and neck, the rings on his fingers stuck out against his skin. Phil laughed vocally now. The little shit was enjoying this. techno adjusted his stance and crossed his arms. He just held a bemused smirk, oh you so wished nothing more than to rub it off. You didn't care if he was a royal, if you thought you could take him, you would have.

“Ok techno, that's enough, don't want her too red now. she might try and off ya’” Oh don't worry Phil you already thought about it. “don't worry about making us wait either kiddo, we had to get a few things ready anyway” you looked up at Phil as your cheeks finally started to return to normal.

“What were you getting?” you inquired, your brows slightly furrowed.

“This” Techno said, offering a sheath to you. You looked up to him and back down to it. It was a sword, not the one you made, but a different one. “We cant have you defenseless on your trip with us” You hesitated. you knew this was the wrong time to admit that you didn't know how to fight with a sword. You gently took it, parting the blade from its sheath to look it over. It was well made that's for sure, basic Iron, but still strong.

“Your Imperial Majesty...” you were thankful for the sword but, again. you didn't know how to use it. you made them, but you were never taught on how to use one. Your mother forbid it, saying that you already took a man’s trade, there was no need for you to dirty yourself further down the path. “I... I cant...” Techno’s brow lifted in question. “I... d-don't know how to use it...” You felt shame take over you. Fully prepared for them to laugh at you. Instead Phil offered you a slightly surprised look. Techno only made a ‘Heh?’.

“You don't know how to use a sword?” you could only shake your head, looking down slowly. Phil placed his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, moving his head down so he could face you. “Hey... Hey, your ok... Tell ya’ what. Well were out on the trip, we’ll show you ok? It’s still good to carry a sword, just incase things go side-ways. But I promise we’ll make sure you don't have to use it then, ok?” you nodded slowly.

“O-ok, I'm still sorry...” Phil only shook his head, explaining you had nothing to be sorry for. He gently took the sword from you and put it back in it’s case. He told you to lift your arm’s, so that's what you did. He easily maneuvered the belt around your waist and secured the sword your hip. Almost like he would have done to his own kids. The weight of it would have to be something to get used to, but you were thankful that they were not mad or disappointed in you.

The three of you walked to where all the planes were kept. this is where Phil offered you a choice. “Would you like to ride with Techno or I?” Oh, so you had to pick. You gave them a brief blank look.

“I figured I would be riding with you, Phil” You did assume you were just going to ride with him, but you also didnt want to be with techno if he was strickly in a teasing mood. Phil only smiled and nodded.

“Alright’ lets get going then” was all he said. Techno walked passed you and Phil. Making his way over to his plane, there was a heavier cloak waiting on the wing. Techno’s plane was different from the other ones, not physically. His had a crown on the side along with the signa, probably to shownit was the Rulers. He effortlessly threw the heavy cloak over his shoulder and stepped up on the wing. His arm reaching out to pull himself up. jumping into the cockpit easily.

Phil handed you a similar cloak. “it’s colder right now due to the sun being down. you will definitely want this.” you nodded and took it with a ‘thank you’. well you put it on Phil had stepped up onto the wing. pulling his cloak on. He offered his hand down again like he did the last time you flew. His wings were spread out behind him, enjoying the freedom they had before they would be confined. when you took his hand he pulled you up effortlessly. letting you steady yourself before he lifted you up to the cockpit, assisting you in. when you were all situated the planes roared to life. Techno faced Phil and sent a nod. A wordless que. Phil sent a nod back before they both started moving together. Soon before you knew it, you were back in the air heading home.

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Too Far Gone - Part Ten

Series Masterlist

A/N: Italics represents flashbacks. Thanks to @bunch-of-jedi-canes for reviewing this and your input!!! ❤❤❤

Warnings: swearing, fluff and cuteness, mentions of cocaine use, mentions of child abductions (kind of?), a little NSFW but no smut

Word Count: 6100

Reaching around her back Auston pops open her bra, her breasts bouncing once released from their confines.

“Mmm baby," he licks his lips slightly, taking in her perky breasts. “Can’t believe these are mine,” he groans bringing his hands to fully engulf them.

“They’re only yours," Tia rasps, throwing her head back slightly when he rolls one of her nipples through his index finger and thumb.

“Yeah, you promise?” he muses, a large grin spreading across his face. “These will be only mine?’

Auston’s head pops up to stare into her eyes. She has a wide grin on her face, and his eyes are soft and adorning.

“Mhm," her lips gently brush against his. “Until we have kids,” she giggles, “then they will need them for a little bit.”

“I can loan them out for a bit," he smirks, leaning down to suck on one gently. “As long as I get them back after.”

Giggling her hands find his hair and he leans her backwards onto the mattress keeping his mouth wrapped around one of her breasts. “How many kids you want baby?” he asks, pulling away to get a better look at her face.

“You want to talk about that now?” she laughs, gently rolling her hips against his growing bulge.

“Guess we can talk about it after,” he grins.

Tia didn’t respond to his text.

She needed time, not to think through her decision. She knew she was going to let him in to Taylour’s life, give him a chance to be a dad. But that also meant he would be in her life in some capacity and she just needed a few days to grasp that. A week tops.

But that all unravelled three days later when Mrs. Devarro told her that her child was really sick. The last thing Tia needed was a sick toddler, so she couldn’t send Taylour to daycare. Only problem? Sarah was out of town visiting her parents, and Becks and Max have class.

Normally Tia would send an e-mail to her professors and explain, but today she not only has a test but also an essay due. And Mr. Kurzalo is old school, only accepting paper copies of essays, it makes sense given he is older than computers himself. But he also hands out a 10% deduction if it isn’t submitted by break, and another 10% for each day it was late after that. She can’t ask for an extension 3 hours before it’s due, he wouldn’t believe her.

At the end of the line for sitters. She is stuck. She has two options, ask Auston or miss class. Taking a 0 on a test she knows she is prepared for, and hand in an essay knowing the highest she can get is a 90%. So she pulls up his name.

T: Hey something came up can you watch Taylour for me while I’m at class? I’ll be back at 5:30.

The second the message pops up on his screen, he almost jumps up from his couch. Instantly replying yes, he pulls his shoes and coat on, “hey Alex I gotta head out, be back in a few hours.” Not waiting for her reply he closes the door and is quickly on his way to Tia’s.

5:30? That means over seven hours with Taylour. He never had that much time with him, and has never been alone with him. Tia left them alone for a half hour or so, but she was just in her room getting ready for class. She will actually be gone, just him and his son for the entire day.

“Thanks for coming, and getting here so fast,” Tia flings the door open rushing around to gather her belongings. “It all kind of happened so fast and I had nobody else –“

“Tia its fine,” he grunts. Kicking his shoes against the wall, they land harshly on the floor, making his displeasure in her behaviour apparent. “I don’t need an explanation or a reason to spend time with my kid,” he adds hanging his coat.

”Dadda,” Taylour coo’s from his toys. Auston walks away, placing a kiss on Taylour’s head and sitting on the floor beside him.

“I should be home around 5:30 so I can make him dinner. He normally has lunch around 11:30 and naps -”

“At 1:30,” Auston dismisses. “I do know some things,” his words are pointed, stopping Tia in her tracks. She deserves the bitter tone he is sending her way, she doesn’t like it, but she knows she deserves it.

“Right…spare key in on the table in case you need it,” she breathes, walking over she places a kiss on Taylour’s forehead, “Love you Tay….If you need anything just text.”

“Bye mommy,” Taylour wraps his arms around her neck for a hug. Walking over to the door and sliding on her shoes Auston doesn’t look at Tia once, instead focusing solely on Taylour.

“Auston,” Tia calls out, pulling her hat on and he begrudgingly turns to look at her, “thank you.” Smiling, she opens the door and heads to class. He doesn’t respond, but he catches her smile and his eyes drop, gently gazing over her outfit. White cashmere sweater tucked into her beige pants. A light wool coat pulled over her shoulders. It’s simple, it’s easy, but it’s how she always was. She always looked so effortless.

“Hey Tay,” he turns to his son as he hears the lock catch. “What do you want to do? We have all day together," he tickles his side eliciting a shriek from the toddler.

“I know I’m excited too!” He chuckles, continuing to tickle the boy he leans down and blows a raspberry on his stomach.

“We can go to the aquarium,” he pops his head up and Taylour squirms on the floor through his laughter.

“No, you’re right too many people," he leans back down, blowing another on his stomach as Taylour giggles.

“We could go skating, but coach might find out. We’re not ready for that conversation yet," he pins Taylour’s hands above his head and tickles his side, eliciting a chorus of giggles from Taylour.

“We could stay here, but that sounds boring. Same toys, same books, same stuff different day.”

Taylour begins to fuss and Auston releases him, “oh that is a good idea," he smiles at his son who rolls over and pushes off the floor. Heading to Taylour’s room he looks for a bag, something to put some supplies in and finds the plain grey diaper bag. It’s mostly pre-packed, but Auston grabs a couple more things before heading to the living room.

“Hey Tay come get your coat on,” he holds it in his hand. Auston helps him get his arms in and zips him up. Once he gets his boots on he puts on his gear and picks him up heading to the elevator.

“Hey,” Christina smiles wrapping her arms around his neck. “Come in.”

Once inside she brushes some curls from his forehead, “oh you are so much like your daddy huh. Yeah look at those eyes and dimples,” she coos, admiring their resemblance.

“Hopefully he didn’t take too much from him,” Patty jokes, as Taylour smiles, resting against Auston’s shoulder.

“Thanks for letting us come over, I know its quiet, 3 of 4 boys in school right now,” Auston says, ignoring Patty’s teasing.

“Oh please you’re always welcome,” she hums, “especially if you bring this cutie with you.” The four of then make their way into the house, Taylour clinging to Auston’s neck the entire time.

This is new to him. He normally clings to Tia, but in this case Auston is his sense of security, Auston is only the person he knows. It’s not until after a few minutes Caleb shows Taylour some of his toys, that he gets comfortable, and releases his neck to play with him.

It was brief. Only a couple minutes that Taylour had a tight grip on him, but it felt nice to be needed by him. To be the person Taylour relied on.

After lunch Patty hands Auston an old pair of Caleb’s skates and everyone heads out to the rink he has in the backyard. The temperature is relatively mild for Toronto, about -4°C, but the bitter lake wind has it feeling closer to -10°C. They two young children likely will only have a brief skate, before heading inside to warm up and nap.

Stepping onto the ice, Auston does a couple laps with Taylour in his arms, allowing him a chance to get acquainted with being on the ice. Auston watches as his expressionless face slowly curls upwards, him clinging to his grasp.

“Oh is this fun," he skates faster spinning him around, “what do you say, you ready to skate?”

Coming to a stop in the centre of the ice, he slowly bends down setting Taylour on the ice. Attempting to walk, Taylour is unsure of what to do Auston grips his arms holding him upright. He watches as his feet begin to kick out, almost running in spot, not moving anywhere.

“Every kid tries to run on the ice for a little bit," Patty laughs, a few steps behind Caleb who is pushing a skating aide, slowly moving around the ice. “He’ll figure it out after a few times out.”

Turning back to Taylour, he gently pushes forward, pulling him on the ice with him. Caleb is smiling and laughing, having a great time and worry sinks in. Apart from the small half smile, Taylour hasn’t shown any interest. Auston begins to think he is enjoying himself.

He isn’t upset that he dislikes skating or hockey, he is allowed to pick his own hobbies and interests. He’s upset because he finally gets time with him, and picks an activity he hates. Who knows when he will get to see him again, he just wants it to be the best day. And Taylour is hating it.

Thinking of pulling him from the ice, he finally hears Taylour giggle and he instantly smiles, being flooded with relief. Auston continues holding his arms, helping him glide around the ice slowly, he spends the better part of a half hour bent over and his back is killing him. Taylour’s wide grin little laughs make it worth it though.

“We should get them in, before they get cold,” Christina calls out from beside the rink, having spent the time taking pictures and videos for Auston. Changing Taylour into some pajamas, Auston drapes a fleece blanket over him, holding him in his arms. He chats with Patrick and Christina about everything.

About the season, about his family, about Taylour and Tia. He tells them his frustrations with her keeping him away, how he wants to believe it will get better so he won’t need a lawyer to solve it. But he just doesn’t know, because it’s been 5 weeks and this is the 3rdtime he has seen his son. And today is only out of necessity; if Tia’s sitter was available he wouldn’t be with him.

He wouldn’t be gently rocking his body back and forth, lulling him to sleep. He wouldn’t be brushing the curls from Taylour’s forehead as he welcomes his embrace. He once again would be home while somebody else watched his kid.

“It’s not easy for her either," Christina says. “She had a routine, a plan set up for the two of them. You come in unexpectedly and uproot everything she had been building.”

“Yeah, but I’m not trying to uproot her life,” he sighs. “I just want to know him, be a part of his life. I’m only asking to spend some time with him when I’m home, be with him when she is working or at school. Help her, but she won’t let me. I tried to offer her money and she threw it back at me, kicked me out.”

“How did you offer her money?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“I pulled some money out of my wallet.”

“Jesus Auston,” Christina groans.

“What was I supposed to do?” he questioned, willing to admit that he needs help, that he has no clue how be in Taylour’s without having a door slammed in his face.

“Literally anything else than hand her some 20’s from your wallet.”

“It was more than a few twenties,” he grumbles under his breath, frustration becoming evident even if it is mostly directed at himself.

“Flip the script. How would you feel? Small? Maybe like you’ve been doing a shit job?” Christina says.

“You could have asked how much her daycare is and offered to split that with her. Sat down and actually asked her how you can help. Maybe offer to buy him some diapers, maybe he could have used a new coat or something like that. You do it without throwing money at her,” Patty adds. “At least for now until you have an actual agreement, but you have to do it without stepping all over her.”

“Alright I get it, I fucked up," he groans, turning his attention to Taylour while he gently snores in his arms. Christina offered him as playpen to nap in, but given how few and fair between his interactions are he doesn’t want to miss any moments. “I don’t really know what to do here,” he says quietly, helplessness building up in him.

He gets what they are saying. He has replayed that day over and over in his head, and he realizes that while his intentions were good his execution was not. He wants to help, he just doesn’t know how.

“You’ll figure it out, trial and error,” Patrick shifts on the couch across from him. “Now that you’ve decided to be in his life, have you told the team?”

“Apart from those at the table last week I haven’t told anyone.”

“You should before word gets out, especially given what she does for work.”

“You know she’s not an escort right?” he stares across at him. They know, but they also know rumours like that can quickly spiral into something much larger.

“Yeah I do, but you need to tell management everything. That she is a stripper but there might be some rumours of her being an escort. They need to know so they won’t be blindsided if it gets out in the media.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “We should get going,” he says rising to his feet, knowing he isn’t ready to tell, not yet.

“Hey,” Tia calls out walking through the door, she drops her bags at the door and begins to peel off her layers.

Taylour is shrieking with no shirt on, toys and book litter the living room. As soon as he hears the door open his ministick clatters against the floor and he instantly runs over to her, “hey buddy,” she kisses his temple pulling him into her embrace. Glancing to Auston he looks drained, physically and mentally drained.

“Looks like you had fun,” Tia laughs, scanning around the room. Stepping around the landmine of toys and books, she makes her way to the couch, Auston pushing off the floor to sit on the other end.

“Mhm,” Taylour nods in her embrace.

“Sorry,” Auston says, setting his ministick down. “I’m sorry,” he rubs his hat over his hair awkwardly. “He just wanted a new toy every five seconds, I don’t even know what happened to his shirt and,” he begins to explain.

“It happens,” Tia laughs, shooting him a soft smile. “I’m not just saying this to make you feel better, he has days. Sometimes after dinner I can get him to clean up his toys, sometimes I end up doing it after he’s asleep, depends on his mood.”

“Mommy,” Taylour calls out before Auston can respond. But he is put at ease knowing he didn’t do a terrible job with him the first time he watched him.

“Yeah,” Tia turns her attention to her son, “how was your day baby, you have fun?” She bounces Taylour slightly and he eagerly nods in her embrace. “Yeah, what did you do?”

“I skate,” he announces proudly, with a wide smile.

“You went skating?” she asks, grinning at Auston.

“That alright?” he asks.

“Yeah of course,” she smiles slightly.

“One of the guys has a son about a year older, and a rink in his yard,” he explains, pulling his phone from his pocket and hands it to her. He shows her some pictures Christina took followed by a video of him “running” in place on the ice.

“Wow, looks like fun,” she bounces Taylour on her thigh, kissing his temple.

“Mhm” he nods proudly, pointing at himself on the screen.

“Did you cook?” she asks, smelling the garlic and tomato sauce wafting from her kitchen.

“No, you wouldn’t want to eat that,” Auston says, causing her to laugh. “But I did order dinner for you. Figured you wouldn’t want to cook after a long day,” he explains taking the Marleau’s advice; helping without making her feel inadequate.

“Oh thanks,” she rises to her feet and sets Taylour in his highchair. “You want to stay, there’s more than enough.”

Shock washes over his face, genuinely not expecting her to offer. He didn’t think it was too much, two entrees, a salad and garlic bread, seemed like a reasonable amount for them. “Taylour couldn’t eat an entire entre in a week if he tried,” she explains seeing his face.

“Oh right,” he laughs, “sure.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket he clicks on Alex’s name

Auston: Hey something came up I won’t be home for dinner

Alex: You’re the worst 😫

Auston: Feel free to order something, use my card

Alex: Fine, but I’m also ordering 2 bottles of wine and desert

Auston: I doubt you need 2 bottles

Alex: Who’s gonna stop me?

Idle chit chat. That’s all they can manage. He tells her more about their day together, and she tells him a little about her school.

But that’s it.

It’s like they used all their topics and have nothing left to say after ten minutes. Silence falls on them often, not the comfortable silence where you are happy to be in their presence. It’s the kind of silence where you have something to say but don’t know how.

Her phone lights up, and she has never been so happy for someone to interrupt her dinner, hoping that maybe Auston will almost be done when she is back, closer to leaving.

“Hey Abby,” she answers, standing up walking a few feet, leaning against the counter.

“Hey, I have a private event booked for two, but Rach cancelled. You in?”

“No I can’t, I don’t work Thursday’s” she eyes to Taylour. Thursdays is her long day in class, so she doesn’t work, allowing herself a few hours with her son because otherwise she wouldn’t see him outside of breakfast.

“I know but I’ve called around, you’re literally it Tia” she whines. “Its $400 each, not even 3 hours.”

She groans slightly, knowing she can use the money. The 7 patrons at the club the other night didn’t provide much financial relief after she had to tip the DJ, bouncers and pay her licensing fee to the club. Doing private events provides much more income, no tipping out to anyone. Tia and the other girl split the money 50/50, but it also means there is no bouncer to keep a watchful eye.

“I have Taylour,” she says softly.

Auston doesn’t hear all of her conversation, but he hears enough. Trying to get Taylour to eat, he watches as he smears spaghetti sauce all over his face. Sensing the internal struggle he turns to Tia and nods slightly.

“One sec,” she holds her hand over the mouthpiece.

“I can stay with him,” he volunteers, eager for more time with him.

“I can’t get you to, you’ve had him all day,” she shrugs.

“He’s my kid too. Go to work, I got him.”

Turning her attention to Taylour she contemplates the offer. On one hand its $400, that’s a fair bit of money.

She recently had to buy her books for the semester, and that $400 can really help pay for them. But on the other hand, it’s Taylour. She hasn’t seen him all day and she misses him. And that would involve leaving Auston with him for even longer. He has barely had time with him, and if she leaves it will be almost 15 hours straight with him.

Mulling over the options. Thinking of not just leaving Taylour, but is she okay with leaving Taylour with Auston for that long. The last time Auston was there, Taylour didn’t seem very at ease, during his fussiness he kept wanting Tia to comfort him. Obviously with more time he will become more familiar and comfortable with him, but does she want to force Taylour into that or slowly build their relationship.

Auston tries to not look too eager, but he wants her to say yes. He would love nothing more than to read him a bedtime story and tuck him in. He doesn’t know the next time he’ll see Taylour so he doesn’t want his night with him to end.

“Ok,” she huffs into the phone, catching the small smile that pulls on Auston’s lips. “K I’ll text you the deets,” Abby hangs up. Returning to her dinner she shoots Auston a soft smile, “thanks.”

After dinner Auston clears the dishes and puts away the leftovers, Tia heading to her room. Turning his attention to Taylour, he has spaghetti sauce in his hair, on his neck and cheek, his fingers stained red. Auston didn’t realize babies were this messy, that they can go from clean to filthy in a matter of seconds, but he decides to give him a bath.

Seems simple enough, water, shampoo and rinse. What could go wrong?

Everything.

At first he made the water too cold and Taylour screamed, then he didn’t tilt his head back far enough and shampoo went in his eyes and he screamed again. After cleaning him Taylour said, “bubbles,” pointing to the bottle on the side of the tub. Relaxing thinking the worst is behind him because what could go wrong with a bubble bath, Taylour lets out a blood curdling scream.

“What Tay, is it too hot, too cold?” Placing his hand in the water he knows that’s not it.

“Buu…Bu…Bat,” he screams.

“Yeah you’re in the bath bud,” he says, having no idea what is wrong, trying to make sense of his incoherent babbling.

“Buuut…Buuhut” he cries, smacking his hands, water and bubbles splashing out. His bottom lip is quivering, his cries getting louder and Auston has no idea what he wants, thinking he changed his mind he reaches in to grab him and dry him off. “Nooooo!” Taylour screams, kicking his legs out so Auston sets him back in the tub, his shirt now soaked.

“He wants his boat,” Tia pokes her head in the door eyeing to the vanity. Her hair half up in clips, half curled. She heard the entire bath from her room. She contemplated coming in and helping him earlier, but she thought he could figure it out.

“Oh,” quickly he turns around and finds the basket of bath toys, rubber duck, frogs, rubber fish and 3 boats. “What one?” he asks, rummaging through the basket. Turning to the door Tia is gone but he hears her call out, “all of them,” and he just dumps the entire basket in the water. Instantly Taylour laughs grabbing his toys playing with them.

Finally Auston has a few minutes of quiet. Leaning against the vanity counter, he removes his hat and runs his hand through his hair with a large exasperated sigh. He didn’t realize babies can switch from happy and laughing, to the world is ending around them in a matter of seconds. He has no idea how Tia manages to do this every day. How she goes to school, and work, while also watching Taylour. How she managed to do it for two years on her own, and he can barely manage a thirty minute bath without developing a splitting headache.

“He asleep?” Tia asks coming out around 9. She came out an hour ago and gave Taylour a kiss goodnight before he picked out the bedtime story. He wanted Tia to read to him, and put up a fight, crying when Tia explained Auston would read to him. It took Auston ten minutes to calm him down but finally he stopped crying and Auston was able to read to him.

“Yeah, about a half hour ago,” he replies muting the TV. Turning to see her, she has on an excessive amount of makeup, eyes dark, lips bright red. Her hair is a few inches longer from the extensions with large curls and her cherry red dress leaves more skin exposed than covered.

He hates the way she looks. She never needed the large hair or heavy makeup in his opinion. He loved her with her hair unbrushed in a loose messy bun, not an ounce of makeup on her face. But that isn’t why he hates it. He hates it because his dick immediately hardens, tightening his jeans. Even though she never needed the hair or the makeup, he can’t deny she looks phenomenal, or how his stomach churns knowing someone else will be looking at her tonight. Looking at her the way he used to.

“Well I’ll be back around midnight, thanks again”

“Yeah,” he replies, hating himself for looking up, watching as she walks away.

“Auston” she pounds heavily on the door, “Auston let me in.”

Pausing the movie Alex ponders whether she should open the door, normally at this time of night she wouldn’t’. But they seem to know her brother and it appears to be urgent, so she rises to her feet. Making her way down the hall the pounding gets louder until Alex whips the door open, to be met with a blonde woman with bright green eyes.

“He-“

“Who are you?” Claire cuts her off.

“What?” Alex questions, not the greeting she expected when she opened the door. “I’m Alex, Auston’s sister. Who are you?”

“I’m Claire, Auston’s girlfriend,” she explains, trying to look around Alex into the apartment.

“Well Claire, Auston’s girlfriend, he isn’t here,” Alex explains.

“Where is he?”

“Out,” Alex crosses her arms around her chest, her patience wearing thin.

“When will he be home?”

“If you actually are his girlfriend why don’t you call him and ask for yourself,” she snaps letting the door close in Claire’s face. Normally she wouldn’t shut the door on someone’s face, she would at least say goodbye, but she can’t handle the rudeness that is emanating off her. She also doesn’t feel too convinced that Claire is his girlfriend, if she was she would likely know he was out, or have a way to get in contact with him instead of showing up unannounced in the middle of the night.

“Hey,” Tia calls out, returning home slightly after midnight. Shaking off her coat and heels she walks to the kitchen pouring a glass of water. Auston can’t help but notice how her hand trembles slightly as she pours from the pitcher into her glass. “How was your night?” she asks, moving to the couch sitting a few feet beside Auston.

“Fine,” he grunts, ankles crossed and resting on the coffee table, Tia can sense the anger rolling off him.

“Something happen?” she asks concerned that something happened, maybe Taylour woke up a few times, or got sick.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks throwing a small clear bag with white powder at her. Her hair is slightly tangled and her lipstick almost gone. But what he focuses on is her eyes, red and pupils blown.

“You know what it is Auston,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Why do you have cocaine Tia?”

“What were you going through my shit?”

“I had a headache and went looking for Tylenol. I didn’t see any in Taylour’s bathroom so I went to yours, it fell out of the cupboard,” he quickly explains. “You still didn’t answer my question. Why do you have cocaine? And in the house, with a two year old?”

“Relax, he’s about 2 feet too short to reach the medicine cabinet,” she grumbles, standing up and walking to the kitchen to create some space from him, leaning against the counter.

“Relax!” He booms. “You have cocaine in the house with my son!”

“He’s my son too,” she yells back. “And don’t tell me Auston Matthews, star player, face of the Leafs franchise hasn’t done coke.”

“Not with a fucking kid around. Its different doing it when I have a couple days off and I’m letting loose, or a party in the summer and I don’t have another human to take care of. Nobody relying on me, not endangering an innocent kid.”

“How dare you, I would never put him in danger!” she yells. Both of their tones are harsh, getting louder with each word. Their eyes are locked in a stale mate, both of their hearts beating faster and harder. Taylour must have heard the commotion because he begins to cry from his room, they both glare at the other before taking off to his room.

Grasping her arm he stops her dead in her tracks, nails digging into her skin, “you’re fucking high don’t even think about touching him,” he says through gritted teeth. Releasing her arm he blows past her and picks Taylour up. Bouncing him on his hip he paces around the room, trying to calm him down.

It does explain things, why she doesn’t want him around. Worried the more time he spends there, the more likely it is he will notice.

But how long has it been going on? At what point did she get hooked on coke? How bad is it? Taylour continues to cry on his hip, trying to shush him Auston gently brushes his lips to his forehead, his son sniffling against his chest.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles, unable to stop his mind from spiralling. He gently pulls Taylour’s sweater over his pyjamas, and begins throwing some items into the bag from earlier. Taylour’s tears have stopped falling, though his eyes are glossed over and he sniffles softly against Auston. Making his way to the door Tia sees him set a bag down and reach for his shoes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She whispers harshly not wanting to yell in front of Taylour.

“I’m not leaving my son with a coke addict,” he pulls his second shoe on.

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” she groans. “I’ve had that for two months. What coke addict can sit on it for 2 months?”

“Yeah, sure you’ve had that for 2 months,” he grumbles grabbing Taylour’s coat. Tia grabs the bag he packed and throws it over her shoulder, keeping it away from Auston.

“Tia come on don’t be like this. I’ll get you help whatever you need; rehab, counselling doesn’t matter. But he shouldn’t see this,” he reaches for the bag but she pulls back. “Tia just stop, you’re being ridiculous!”

“No what’s ridiculous is you threatening to kidnap my son,” she emphasizes. “Genetically he may be yours, but there is nothing, not a single piece of paper tying him to you. You’re not on the birth certificate, he has my last name. How do you think it would play out if theAuston Matthews is arrested for kidnapping? In the eyes of the law you are nothing to him.”

That hurts. It’s the truth but it stings. A knife straight through him. His heart feels like its pumping lead through his veins. He is frozen, unable to respond, and Tia is in shock, unable to believe she actually said that.

He has no legal right to be in his life, and the fact that he has been absent for the last 2 years only works against him, even if he didn’t know about him. A judge could rule against him, against a paternity test, against him getting his name on the certificate. Even though he didn’t know about Taylour a judge may not care. He has a massive battle ahead of him, up a hill the size of Everest. He knows it, but hearing her saying it makes it more real and it hurts.

Tears prick in his eyes digesting the gut punch she threw at him. The air between them is suffocating and awkward and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep their emotions in check. Taylour leans his head on his shoulder, and Auston brushes his lips against his forehead, a few small tears rolling down his cheek. Blinking through his tears he bounces Taylour on his hip, trying to calm his crying son, while trying to keep his composure.

His entire body deflates and he has no words, silently walking back to Taylour’s room and setting him on his bed. Gently rubbing his back he lets even more tears fall, waiting for him to fall asleep. He fights not to sink into his sadness, to not become overwhelmed by his emptiness until he leaves.

As soon as she said it she instantly regretted it. It was too far, and she hates herself. But seeing the tears in his eyes, the tears she caused, triggered something in her. Giving him some time she leans against the wall in the hall waiting for him, listening to him cry from Taylour’s room.

Waiting for what feels like hours she wanders to her room to change quickly. She knows she owes him an apology, but not a quick half-assed apology. She owes him a real genuine apology, not just for today, but for how she has treated him since Christmas. How she hasn’t given him an inch. How she has turned down every attempt he has made to be in Taylour’s life.

Auston hears her feet on the wood, poking his head out he sees her door partially closed and takes that as his opportunity. It’s his time to turn and walk away from her. Surging to the door he grabs his coat and reaches for the door handle, “Auston,” Tia cries out, pulling a sweater over her head but he doesn’t stop. Opening the heavy door and heading down the hall before she has a chance.

“Fuck,” she whips the door open looking down the hall but he is around the corner. Every fiber of her being wants to run after him. Grab his hands and issue the long overdue apology for everything she has done the past few weeks. But she can’t leave Taylour.

She doesn’t even know if he’s fallen back asleep, but if he were to wander out and find the apartment empty he would be horrified. Frustrated tears flow unapologetically down her cheeks as she softly closes the door. She feels pathetic, and can only assume she looks even worse.

Not wanting to give her a chance to follow Auston headed for the stairs, walking down a few flights he makes his way to the elevator and hits the button. Warm tears sit behind his eyes threatening to spill out. It’s not until he is in the safety of his car, when he has sunk into his leather seat that he lets them. Sobs get louder and he pounds his fist against the steering wheel. He doesn’t bother brushing them away, because he knows there will just be more to replace them. He has never felt so empty, so hopeless. As if no matter hard he tries it will be for nothing. He is sick to his stomach, staring out the window for a long time.

Shaky breaths slowly return to normal, and he turns his car on, making the drive back to his place. Opening his door Alex is on the couch some show playing on the TV that he has zero interest in. “Hey,” he says softly not looking at her as he grabs a water from the fridge, “I’m going to bed.”

“You okay?” Alex calls out but he doesn’t answer walking to his room. He unlocks his phone and opens his contacts, hitting the call button.

“Hello”

Opening his mouth a sob catches in his throat.

“Auston? You there?” they call out.

There is some shuffling on the other end, as Auston cries on his before finally whispering “dad.”

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lunasblipsandblurbs · 3 years

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The bois with a virgin?

For my darling girls, gays, theys and thots💜💜💜. But not the tots

WARNING 18+

Gender Neutral

Din Djarin

Din find’s out you are a virgin by the time he has you pressed up against his bunk with his straining cock grinding into your covered core. When you whimper out for him to ‘hold on baby’ he instantly pulls back, blood rushing up his face because of the term of endearment you used. When you confess you’ve never been intimate with anyone before he doesn’t see it as a big deal or odd, yeah, it's a big galaxy out there but that's the thing. It’s a big fucking galaxy out there with way to much to do with way to many dangers to find the time to hook up with someone half the time. He’s going to get majorly turned on by the fact you have never taken a cock before and he’s super excited to ruin you for anyone else with his huge cock. He goes slow with you gently prying orgasms from your body before you take him inside you. Stretching you and getting you used to the newish feelings. By the time he has you split open on his cock he’s struggling not to erratically snap his hips into yours because of how tight you are. He works into you slowly and builds you up to a point of frustration where you are begging him to go harder and faster and more Din, MORE. He just chuckles and picks up his pace muttering into your ear, “See, I knew you could take me cyare, greedy little hole won’t let me go.”

Javier Pena

Javi has been pretty, uhm, forward with how much he likes you. He always brings you a coffee in the morning, he punches in for you if you are running late to work, hell he even picked up a flower for you one day because it's “almost as pretty as you honey”. And fuck you are SO into him and you do want him you just...don’t know how to say or act to get from point A to point B. Javi’s going to eventually get you out on a date with him as he has been giving you teasing touches all night. By the time he walks you to your apartment you two are already tangled in each other's embrace. You two stumble into your apartment and when he goes to unbutton your pants you instantly clam up and stop him. You nervously get out that you’ve never actually gotten around to fucking someone yet and you can instantly see the look in his eye as he tries to process what he’s just heard. You instantly feel embarrassed and curl in on yourself reaching for your top when he gently grabs your wrist. “Hey, no, that’s, that’s not what I meant for-fuck I just, I don’t” He flounders as you refuse to make eye contact with him. “If, if you are sure, I would love to be your first honey.” When you hesitantly reach back out to him that’s when he pounces. The passion from before reignites tenfold as he guides you onto your back. He can teach you his favorite position at a different time. Right now is about you. He has you cum on his face first before you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. He slowly rocks into you and holy fuck you are so so tight and he is so so so big. You two fuck for a few minutes but it becomes too uncomfortable due to the new stretch. Still looking to make you cum a second time is when he pushes you up to sit on his face. Yeah it sucked you couldn’t finish on his cock but cumming on his face still pretty great.

Frankie Morales

Frankie is your guy. He is going to be so understanding and not make you feel weird at all confessing to him that you are a virgin. His goal from the start of the relationship was that you two could always be open and honest with one another. Just because you are a virgin doesn’t change anything in Frankie’s opinion. In Fact he’s one of the only ones to truly get virginity is just a social construct that has literally no real weight. He’s going to have this planned out, casually but still romantic, he is going to have you go on a date and take you home to fuck you for the first time. By the time you guys are back home you two are both giggly from the wine you both drank at dinner. It’s fun, lighthearted, and comfortable with Frankie. He gives you a look that is an obvious ‘is this okay if I go forward’ as he strokes himself at your entrance. As you nod your head in confirmation he presses into you while peppering your neck and chest with comforting kisses. Easing you through the beginning discomfort he slowly rocks into you until you begin to let out desperate moans. He gets you to finish on his cock with his deep, slow, hard thrusts as he pulls out to cum on your lower tummy.

Max Phillips

If you are not already a vampire, you are a virgin in his eyes. Even if you've fucked over 100 people you've never experienced something like him before. And well, that’s true, you haven't experienced anything like him because you haven't actually fucked over 100 people, you've fucked 0 actually. And with Max’s insane confidence by the time he has his hand halfway up your thigh you are basically vibrating with nerves. Max immediately pulls back, putting two and two together. He was a douche frat boy, he knows how virgin’s act most of the time. “Baby, you seem….nervous?” and that’s all he needs to push to get you to spill your guts to him on how you've never actually been with anyone yet while your mind is screaming internally to please please please don’t let Max judge you or think you are boring. Max totally puts on the charm then to ease your nerves. “Baby, baby, ba-by. You gotta relaaax, I don’t mind you’ve never been with anyone yet, just means I don’t get anyones sloppy seconds” He almost looses his chance to fuck you then and there as he lets out rushed “kiddings!” He gets you to relax with him again and builds up your confidence to actually want to move forward and not have him be the one pushing. And ho-boy he loves your enthusiasm. Fucking up into you once you are ready for him as he grunts out nasty dirty talk to you. “Not a pure virgin anymore are you? Yeah, you're just a monsters cock sleeve now aren't you?”

Ezra

When you confide that you are actually a virgin while straddling Ezra on his cot he’s going to instantly pause and try and read what you are really thinking. What you really need from him right now. And what he can read from your micro expressions flashing between your false neutrality is that you need someone to take care of you. And as we all know, Daddy loves to coddle. He’s instantly going to puff up and bring on a warm inviting energy to your confession. Claiming that if you wish to go forward he is more than happy to guide you to shatter the looking glass into bliss. When you give a small nod he wraps his one arm around your back and rolls you so you are beneath him. He nearly groans at the look of surprise on your face from his action. Knowing it’s coming from a place of pure naivety and innocence and fuck if that doesn’t get his cock drooling. He has you cum on his mouth twice getting you nice and ready for him to deflower you. As he rolls his hips into your entrance he needs to dip his face in between your neck and shoulders to really calm himself so he doesn’t spoil the ending for you. By the time you are comfortable and he is calm he has prepared you enough so that he can just drill into your poor hole. He has you squealing as you crash through your fourth orgasm of the night as he finally pulls out and cums thick white ropes over your sex.

Pero Tovar

Of course you are a virgin. In this time in history if you were not a virgin then you better be a widow or you would be considered a harlot. As Pero brings you inside your now shared cottage he becomes stiff and unsure as to how to place himself in the small home. He’s been living here before you two were wed to prepare it as much as possible before you were to move in on the wedding night. It’s a small cozy place as he shuffles about. When he finally has the courage to turn to you it's his surprise to be yanked town by his tunic to have your mouths crashing together. Luckily he can take a hint and proceeds to pick you up from under your thighs and trek towards a full plush bed in the corner. He drops you roughly at the end of the bed as he rips his tunic off his body and begins untying at your laces. By the time you are both nude you are panting beneath him gently caressing at his rapidly stiffening cock. Pero looks down at your mischievous expression as smirks devilishly at you as he presses in between your open legs. “You are a curious, needy little thing aren't you, spouse?” he grunts out as he eases his cock into you. He’s so big he has you squirming underneath him and he has to put his big hands on your hips to keep you in place so he doesn't end up cumming early. When his fat cock is finally stuffed fully inside you he accidently snaps his hips too roughly causing you to cry out in discomfort and pleasure. You beg him for more as he grips your neck and starts a harsh and fast pace. Skin slapping together as your jaw hangs open in permanent bliss as continues to fuck you through your third orgasm.

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Rach could you please do something soft like it’s maxwells birthday and you and alastair plan a small birthday party ( just the three of you) and he is so overwhelmed with love he can’t believe he got so lucky after everything ❤️ then you tell him you’re pregnant.

Also no pressure to write you can totally ignore this 😊

Birthday Surprise [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, food mention, mention of infidelity/cheating, mention of poverty

Word Count: 3200>

A/N: It’s April 1st which means it’s officially Max Lord’s birthday! <33 Thank you for all the Max requests people have sent in over the past week. They’ve truly been a joy to write. & Thank you @supernaturalgirl for this lovely request. I hope you enjoy!

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Once upon a time, Maxwell Lord had these big, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday. He’d host at fancy venues and it would be formal, strictly black-tie, and only the elite were invited. But the truth was, he was incredibly lonely. He had no friends, only colleagues and business associates. His wife would hang on his arm, wearing real fur, and Chanel couture earrings, parading around the room, flirting with other businessmen who might’ve been more successful than Max.

He didn’t like his birthday. Growing up, he didn’t celebrate much either. The Lorenzano family could barely afford to buy Maxwell new shoes or clothes that fit, so expecting gifts and parties was the last thing on his mind. Every year though, without fail, his mother would cook him a small cake and light a candle. “Make a wish, Maxwell.” she’d whisper. It was funny how things turned out.

And when he married for the first time, it was his wife who insisted on these big, luxurious celebrations with balloons and music. The attention was nice, sure, but it always felt like it was more for her than it was for him. He’d never say anything though. Just smile and nod. As long as she was happy. She sure seemed happy when Maxwell caught his wife with her tongue down another man’s throat at his 32nd birthday party. Thankfully, that marriage soon ended, and whilst Maxwell swelled with heartache for a good few months, better things were soon to come.

Like meeting you.

About a week before Maxwell’s birthday, Alistair was... hyper, to say the least. It was way past his bedtime, and yet he was bouncing up and down on yours and Max’s bed, clearly trying to get his father to leave the room.

“Daddy, could you go make me some french fries?”

Maxwell peeked up from his newspaper and furrowed his eyebrows together. His son’s question even ruffled you slightly, as you looked up from painting your nails and tilted your head slightly.

“Alistair, it’s eleven at night. No french fries.” Maxwell sighed before looking back down at his newspaper.

Alistair hummed, looking around the bedroom.

“Daddy, did you remember to feed Lady her evening biscuits?”

Maxwell looked up from his paper again, and stared at his son.

“I fed her this evening,” You said, trying to work out what kind of mischief Alistair was getting up to now. “Ali, is everything okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The six year old replied, and well, it was a fair response. You and Maxwell exchanged a glance before getting back to your business. About ten seconds passed.

“Daddy, can you make me some warm milk?”

Maxwell sighed, this time dropping his newspaper completely and rubbing his tired eyes. “You don’t need warm milk Alistair.”

“But I’ll struggle to sleep without it.”

“I’ll go get you some,” you told the child, but Alistair quickly extended his arm, stopping you before you could get out of bed.

“No mommy, you’re sick. Besides, I asked daddy.”

You blinked, taken slightly aback. Alistair was a sweet child with wonderful manners, that much you knew, but even his decorum right now took you by surprise. He was speaking like a fully grown gentleman. Processing his words, you simply shrugged your shoulders before shuffling back into bed and getting comfortable.

Yeah, you’d been throwing up the past few days, in the mornings mostly, but you’d drawn it down to food poisoning. It was sweet how Alistair was seemingly looking out for your health. Maxwell’s gaze flicked between you both but, in defeat, he got out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen to prepare his son’s bedtime beverage. Once he was gone, and you could hear him begin to steam the milk, you snapped your fingers to get Alistiar’s attention.

“Alright Ali,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “What’s going on? Why have you been trying to get your dad to leave the room for the past...” you checked the time on the alarm clock which was positioned on Max’s nightstand. “Half an hour.” Gods he was persistent. Just like his father.

“We need to do something special for daddy’s birthday.” Alistair announced, and as he uttered the words, you already knew that there was no room for questioning him. He and his father were similar in that sense too.

“What do you have in mind?” you wondered out loud. You knew Maxwell’s birthday was approaching, despite your husband never talking about it. You hadn’t even thought of what to get him yet, which was a problem.

“A party. But not like the ones daddy has for work,” Alistair explained, referring to the many galas Maxwell had hosted in attempt to gain sponsorship and investments for his company. “Like, a small tea party. Just us. All his favourite snacks and the birthday cake granny used to make him when he was a kid. I know it’s his favourite. And balloons and banners and streamers. I can draw a picture. And music. And—“

“Okay okay baby slow down, I see where you’re coming from,” you smiled, pulling Alistair into your lap. “And I like the idea. Do you know if your dad has ever had a small party like this before?”

“I don’t think so.” Alistair replied softly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure it’s perfect. We can start planning tomorrow morning when he goes to work, okay? But keep your mouth zipped tight Ali, it has to be a surprise.”

———

The day of Maxwell’s birthday started like any other. He left for work at 7:30, his driver waiting for him outside. He graced you with a quick peck on the cheek and told you he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Now, Maxwell hadn’t uttered one word about his birthday in the past week, but even today, he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d planned on giving him his present this morning when he woke up, but your nerves got the better of you.

You’d waited to give him this gift for a week already, you could at least wait a few more hours until he got home from work.

At 9am, your best friend arrived with an abundance of helium balloons, birthday banners and streamers. At 9:30am, you tried to help Alistair pick out a smart outfit, although he was begging to wear one of his new Star Wars Ewok costumes.

“How can you eat all the cake if you’re dressed as a massive teddy bear?” you asked the boy. He sighed, knowing that you had a point.

Alistair looked adorable in his button down shirt and pants. You even fished in Maxwell’s closet to find a bow tie, hoping it would complete the look.

“I look like dad.” Alistair mumbled, fiddling with the wonky tie that you’d haphazardly wrapped around his neck.

“Exactly. You look wonderful.” you grinned, enveloping him into a massive hug.

At 12, you figured it was the best time to begin baking the cake. But to do that, you needed the recipe. When you called Ms Lorenzano, your heart blossomed upon hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Oh darling! Hello! It’s so lovely to hear from you.” she spoke into the phone, and you could just imagine her smile on the other end of the line. It was identical to Maxwell’s.

“Hello Ms Lorenzano,” you greeted, nervously curling the telephone wire around your finger. “How’ve you been?”

“I was just packing away my groceries. I got the bouquet of flowers you and Maxwell sent me yesterday. They look beautiful on my dining room table. Thank you, darling. They really lighten up the room. How is my son? Is he there?” Ms Lorenzano quizzed.

“Max is great, actually. He’s working at the moment but we were thinking about flying out to see you this weekend. If you weren’t busy? Alistair misses you very much.”

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ve missed my little cherub so much. Let me guess, a big party planned tonight for my Maxwell’s birthday?” She beamed.

“Not quite. It was Ali’s idea to plan something small - a tea party of sorts. He was telling me about this vanilla frosting birthday cake you used to bake when Max was younger? And I was hoping you’d share the recipe with me. I’d love to try and recreate it… although my baking skills are nowhere near as good as yours.” you giggled.

“That recipe has been passed down our family for generations,” Ms Lorenzano explained and you felt your heart sink into your chest. By neither law nor blood, you weren’t family. Would she really not give you the recipe? You’d been dating Maxwell for years now. And Ms Lorenzano did always say you were like a daughter to her… “Of course you can have it.” she smiled and you felt a wave of relief wash over you as she began to list the ingredients.

“Thank you Ms Lorenzano, it was so lovely to speak to you. Max is gonna give you a call tonight. Take care, okay?”

“Okay darling. I send my love. Give Alistair a kiss from his ol’ granny. I will see you Saturday.”

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to call over the house chef and have her prepare the birthday cake. At least then, it would be void of any errors. But this was strictly a Lorenzano family recipe and the last thing you wanted to do was to disrespect Ms Lorenzano and immediately give it to the house chef. So, you figured you’d give it your best go. At least then it would be sentimental.

Maxwell was a fussy eater, only eating the most delicious and well presented foods. You weren’t sure if he’d even step a foot near this cake. As you stirred together the ingredients, something wasn’t right. It was lumpy and bubbling and -- no matter what, you just couldn’t seem to fix it. You called Alistair in, who had been colouring in a family portrait he’d drawn, to take a look, but of course, he didn’t know any better.

When the cake came out the oven, it was lop-sided and slightly burned. You figured it would be okay if you just covered it in the vanilla frosting and placed the sliced strawberries intricately on the top. But no. Luck wasn’t on your side today. The strawberries slipped off and the icing was uneven. At least you managed to put the cake on one of the fancy ‘special occasion’ plates. You could just tell Maxwell that it was made with love.

Ali helped you decorate downstairs, which proved to be a challenge. The rooms in Lord manor were extensively sized and tall, but you did your best.

“Ali, I’m going to quickly get changed okay? Would you do me a favour and bring down your dad’s presents from upstairs? You could place them on the dining room table.”

Alistair nodded obediently and did as he was told. You went up to yours and Maxwell’s shared closet and looked around, trying to decide on what exactly you should wear. You opted on a beautiful, fitted champagne coloured dress that glittered in the artificial lighting. It was one of your favourite gowns and you had worn it last summer at one of Black Gold Cooperative’s charity fundraising events. You knew how much Maxwell loved it too. If Alistair was dressed in his father’s bow-tie, and Maxwell always looked presentable, there was no reason you couldn’t make an effort to look good too. Besides, you didn’t know how long you’d have left before you wouldn’t be able to fit into these dresses anymore.

You didn’t have long before Maxwell was due to finish work. You quickly style your hair and adjust your makeup, before padding downstairs and into the dining room. Just like you had requested, all of Maxwell’s presents were neatly piled on top of the table, courtesy of Alistair.

“He’ll be home any second Ali,” you said, handing Alistair a party popper and adjusting the cone shaped party hat on his head. Alistair was absolutely beaming, his big brown eyes twinkling like starlight as he anticipated his father coming home from work. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alistair grinned.

“Okay. Good. Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Ducking down behind the stack of gifts, you waited for about five minutes in silence, until you heard the front door unlock. Alistair squeaked excitedly, hearing his dad come home and you bit your lip, quietly shushing him but unable to contain your own smile.

Maxwell was surprised when he came home. He wasn’t greeted like he expected to be. Normally, every evening after his shift, you and Ali would run into his arms and envelope him into a hug. The lack of running and hugs concerned Maxwell. The house was dead quiet, and he even found himself wondering if either of you were home.

When he padded into the dining room and switched on the light, you and Ali jumped out and screamed in unison; “Happy birthday!”

Maxwell froze, his jaw dropping open and his eyes going comically wide. He was presented with an abundance of gifts, a decorated dining room, his son and girlfriend all dressed up, and a questionable looking cake with a wax candle stuck in the top. You and Alistair ran into Maxwell’s arms and hugged him tight.

“Daddy! Daddy! It’s your birthday! Look! We planned a surprise tea party all by ourselves!” Alistar squealed, tugging on his father’s arm.

“I- I- wow!” Maxwell gasped, genuinely speechless. You bit your lip and swayed your hips as you lovingly gazed into his brown eyes. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact the whole day was leading up to this moment, or perhaps just an imbalance with your hormones, but you had missed him so much. Just seeing him again made you want to weep in his strong arms. You loved him so much.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered, raising your hand to cup his face. He nudged his nose against yours and you kissed him sweetly.

“You did all of this for me?” He asked after reluctantly pulling away, still in genuine shock.

“It was Ali’s idea.” you replied, letting your body lean against his. You rest your head into his chest so much so that you could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You look… breathtaking, darling.” Maxwell hummed, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Come sit down,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the dining room table. “You have all these presents, and we have cake and music…”

“The cake…” Maxwell pointed and quirking an eyebrow. “Is that… it can’t be…”

“It is, I called your mom for the recipe.” You confirmed with a nervous smile.

“I-- don’t believe it. I haven’t had this cake since--”

“I know. Again it was Ali’s idea,” you informed him. Alistair looked bashfully proud as he anticipated the cake cutting. “I know it doesn’t look the best…”

“Are you kidding?” Maxwell asked, cutting you off. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“Would I like to try some?” Maxwell repeated incredulously. “Of course!”

You lit the candle and held hands with Alistair and Max as the two of you sang happy birthday. As Maxwell blew out the candle, you told him to make a wish.

“I don’t need to wish for anything. I already have everything I could ever want. Right here.”

Maxwell got a variety of miscellaneous gifts for his birthday. A porcelain statue of a dog, a small desk flag with his company logo on it, a basket filled with biotin supplements, and of course the artwork that Alistair had created earlier in the day. It was a beautiful crayon illustration of you, Max, Ali, and of course your cat, Lady Lord. Maxwell promised to frame it and put it on his desk at work. Little did he realise though, the best gift was yet to come.

Once Alistair was tucked into bed, you and Maxwell decided to settle down and have an early night. All the eating and dancing had exhausted you both.

“Thank you for today,” Maxwell mumbled, pulling the zipper down your dress. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we go to bed, hm?” he asked, peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulders.

You knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted it too. Of course you wanted it too. But there was something you had to deal with first. You were so nervous but you knew it was now or never.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present.” you announced, turning around to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Wh-- what do you mean? You didn’t need to get me anything. This was enough. You-- you, my love, are enough.”

You smiled, rubbing his bicep and finding yourself once again getting lost in his eyes. You took a deep breath and pulled him into the en-suite bathroom. Although confused, Max didn’t say a word, and instead, he watched you in silence as you unlocked the drawer under the sink. It was where you usually kept your cosmetics, but Max’s gift had been waiting in there for the past week, wrapped up in tissue. You took it out and handed him it.

You anxiously watched as he unravelled the tissue, only to be presented with a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His eyebrows knotted together and you watched his Adam's apple bop in his throat as he swallowed. But then, only seconds later, his face softened and his eyes became glazed with unshed tears. “You’re… we’re…”

“We’re pregnant, Max.” you confessed, confirming his thoughts.

Maxwell choked up and wrapped his strong arms tight around you, squeezing you hard. “Oh my God, we’re really pregnant?”

“Mhm.” you giggled, as Maxwell pulled away and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He kissed you passionately and when he pulled away, his grin was ecstatic.

“How long have you known?” He quizzed.

“A week.” you admitted.

“A week?!”

You swatted his arm playfully and shushed him.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, to confirm it and everything. But with the sickness and… I can feel it, you know?” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach. “I can really feel it.”

“I love you so much,” Maxwell smiled. “I love you so, so much.”

“Happy birthday my dear.” you replied, guiding him back over to the bed. “I love you too.”

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dracossmilee · 4 years

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room of requirement | draco malfoy x reader smut

Includes:

Slytherin!reader, established relationship, secret relationship, fluff, smut, just draco filth - but you like that, hm?

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“The room of requirements really does come in handy.”

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‘Draco-‘ you gasp as he pressed his thigh in between your legs, your skirt hiking up your thighs. You pull your lips away from his for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you stared into his blown out eyes.

‘Whats wrong?’ He whispered, pressing another kiss to your lips as he leaned over you, pushing your back further into the wall of the hallway, one of his hands gently holding the side of your face, as if you were made of glass, however you knew by the dark lust clouding his eyes, if given the chance, hed break you, and you’d enjoy it.

‘Cant wait to feel you around me, so needy, so wet, so tight-‘ his words were like a venom, it infected you, it spread warmth all throughout you and had you weak in his grasp.

You couldnt help but whimper into the kiss, getting lost in one of the rare moments he was so passionate and possessive of you, however the sound of footsteps broke you out of the moment, you quickly pushed him, hard enough to earn a pout from the boy infront of you, his platinum locks falling infront of his eyes as he looked down at you.

‘Whats wrong, love, are my kisses not good enough anymore?’ He couldnt help but chuckle at the look on your face, though he imagined he looked just as dishevelled from your makeout session, as you both chose to skip supper in hopes to spend some time together. ‘Or are you ready for the rest of the night‘ you pressed a finger to his lips quickly, catching him off guard, however he quickly bit the tip teasingly, catching your attention again as he winked.

‘I think someone’s coming-‘ you gasp as he buries his face in your neck, his body looming over you again, his large hands coming to tug your tie slightly undone, freeing up space for his lips to indulge in your hot skin.

‘To hell with them, I dont care if people know anymore, love, we’ve been hiding us for long enough’ his breath was hot on your neck as he kissed his way up,

‘Draco, baby, thats lovely, and I agree but-‘

‘But?’

The poor boy looked like a lost puppy as he pulled away from your neck, the usually cold and witty boy now in an emotional mess you werent quite sure he ever learnt how to process, but you were used to it.

‘But I dont think thats a student coming- I think its two teachers’

He immediately relaxed, not completely, however, he seemed to understand it wasnt hesitation toward the relationship, but to the imminent danger that you could face any moment.

He smiled down at you, a cheeky glint in his eye as he looks at you, then behind his back, then back at you,

‘Do you trust me, love?’

‘Ofcourse’

‘Then lets go’

And with that he grabs your hand, pulling you with him as you both ran off down the hallway, the paintings watching on, some in amusement, some in jealousy and some in pure terror, however both of you seemed to run faster as soon as you heard Snapes voice,

‘Skipping supper are we?’

Draco only seemed to grip you tighter as he ran, before you both made a sharp right, backs against the wall with heaving chests as you heard the footsteps get louder,

Both of you stayed still, until the wall behind you both started to shift and change, causing Draco to reach for his wand and jump back, pulling you with him ,a gasp of fright leaving your lips.

‘ah, I see’ Draco smiled quickly, pulling you into the doorway that opened itself, before watching it close behind you, hearing footsteps getting closer before finally you heard Snapes voice again,

‘If I so much as catch whoever they are, its detention for a month.’

‘Theyre just being kids, Severus’ McGonagall’s voice followed.

Draco burst into laughter at that, it was boyish and pure, completely different to the hungry eyes and dirty words he had been mumbling to you previous, the comparison like night and day, however you loved it. And you loved him.

He seemed to notice your staring as he wiped stray tears from laughter off of his face, moving closer to you again as he took in your zoned out features.

For a whole year, you had both been sneaking around Hogwarts, skipping meals, running from teachers, sneaking into dorms, all for the budding relationship that has now blossomed beautifully.

‘The room of requirement’ he mumbled, moving closer to you again, ‘it has been said that its always prepared with what you need’

You gasp as you realise how close he was now, his dark eyes from before returning, and your body was on fire.

You quickly looked around the room for what was within, a chair and a desk.

‘Looks like im going to have to ravish you on every surface, love’

You gulped at that, his hands finding your waist as you smiled up at him,

‘After all, it would be an insult to the room if we didnt use it, while in need’

He didnt waste any time pulling you over to the chair, sitting down and pulling you down on his lap, his hand curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer to his face, a smirk tugging on his lips as he notices your quick breathing.

‘Nervous, my love?’

‘Never’

‘You know not to lie to me, youre shaking like a leaf’ he teases, his thumb trailing up the soft skin of your thigh toward the hem of your skirt, the material catching his interest.

‘Because I want you, Malfoy’ you smiled as he looked up at you, his eyes glossed over with lust at your playful tone.

This is what he loved, you, the teasing, the playfulness, he was able to be young, be himself and explore, and with you he felt like he could be himself- his true self.

‘And I want you too, love, cant you feel it?’ He looks directly into your eyes as he pulls you down hard against his crotch, causing you to feel just how hard he was in his trousers.

Your breath catches in your throat as he grinds up into you, raising his hips as his hands hold yours, his head tilted back so he can admire you.

‘Up’ he hummed, once he was too worked up to continue teasing, causing you to sit up on his lap, giving him some space to undo his trousers and free himself, pumping himself a couple times before guiding you over him, his nimble fingers pushing your underwear to the side as he looks up at you to check if its okay,

With a nod he pulls you down onto his length by your hips, forcing you to take all of him in one movement, the stretch enough to blow the air from your lungs, as you whine his name, his arms tightening around your centre as he holds you down on him. Your own arms wrapping around his neck for support, tugging on the short hair at the back of his head.

‘So tight for me darling, so good’ he groans into the crook of your neck, biting the flesh softly as he keeps himself sheathed deep within you, letting you grow accustomed to his length.

The uniform covered where you met, your skirt proventing him from seeing the deliciously dirty scene before him, but first, your shirt.

He quickly let go of your mid, unbuttoning the front of your school shirt, letting it stay tucked into your skirt as he shoves it open, exposing your dark green bra to his hungry eyes,

‘I like this’ he teases, before pulling the cups down to reveal your breasts to him.

He wastes no time diving in, his lips pressing soft kisses all over your skin, before one of your nipples is inside his mouth, he licks and plays with it while enjoying the way you writhe on his lap, grinding down on his cock ever so slightly.

He releases it with a pop before doing the same to the other, wanting to rile you up beyond belief, before he leans back and looks at you, at your red face and glossy eyes, bitten lips, marked chest, in your uniform, and at school, but sitting on his lap with his cock so deep inside you.

The thought alone had Draco hot and bothered, before he lifted your skirt.

Something about the way you were both still in uniform, or the way you were so intimate yet still not fully exposed turned him on to the max,

But when he saw the sight of his cock so deep inside you, your essence dripping down his shaft, he couldnt help the way his hips bucked upward, a soft moan leaving your lips at the movement.

‘Hold’ he demanded softly, making you let go of his neck, and hold your own skirt up for him, for your boyfriend, so he could watch himself enter you again and again, you were going to go insane with how turned on you were.

‘Thats my girl’ he whispered before wrapping his hands around your hips and planting his feet flat on the ground,

He quickly started thrusting up into you, his hands pulling you back down onto his thrusts with every movement, causing whimpers to bubble up in the back of your throat.

‘Come on, love, scream for me’ he groaned as he thrusted harder, faster, anything to have you coming undone above him.

You couldnt help but follow what he said, his name leaving your lips is gasps and cries, as wet, slapping noises filled the room, as well as the grunts and sometimes moans of your boyfriend.

With one particular thrust you found yourself on the verge of tears, hot white pleasure filling your everything instantly as he brushed along a patch of nerves, making you whine his name more needily,

‘Here?’ He whispered, and you nodded, his cock brushing against it again, now with every thrust.

The sight before him was almost too much, and as you grew closer to your release, so did he, moving you faster until you screamed loudly, your body shaking above his as you came for him. This triggered his own orgasm as he spilled himself within your walls, his hooded eyes aatching where you met as his seed spilled out around his shaft as he thrusted,

‘Oh-merlin, I love you’ he just about growled,

You could only nod sleepily and return his confession as he continued thrusting softly, a chuckle leaving his lips,

‘Oh darling, we are nowhere near done, how about another? You think you can come again for me?’

He gave you little to no time to respond, standing up with you in his arms before letting your wobbly legs touch the floor.

He kissed you again, passionately, before he picked you up again and sat you down on the desk, spreading your legs with his body as he pushes you back slightly, taking off your underwear finally as he admires the way his cum seeps out of your hole.

‘Stuffed you full’ he admired, biting the inside of your thigh playfully,

‘Want more’ you pouted, making him laugh.

‘Only for you’ he kissed your pout, making you smile at the boy infront of you.

He pumped himself again before rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading his cum around before entering you again, this position feeling different as he filled you up, both of you breathless as his lips hovered over yours.

‘How is it you got tighter?’ He groaned, holding the table for support as he began to thrust into you quickly, building up a rythm before he couldnt help the whimpers leaving his mouth.

In attempts to hide these he pressed his face into your neck, the whining still catching your ears as you tighten around him, his noises being far too attractive as you let out your own whines.

‘Love,’ he whimpers, the pleasure becoming almost too much,

He looked up and into your eyes, both of you close, before he pressed his lips to yours, thrusting harder and faster to try and cum at the same time,

‘Come on, come again for me’ he mumbled against your lips,

‘Only if you do, inside again, want it’ you pressed your lips back on his hard, making him groan loudly, before thrusting a few more times, feeling your orgasm wash over you, he spilt inside you for the second time that night, thrusting softly to ride out your highs.

‘Love you’ he pressed a kiss to your forehead, making you smile,

‘Love you too’

Nobody else would ever see the lovely way in which your boyfriend treated you, sexual or non sexual, with his reputation he insisted that it would be better for him to not show weakness, however knowing he was ready to move past that made your heart swell.

Draco Malfoy was miss-understood, used, and had no choice in most things he did, but he was your boyfriend that you fell in love with, and people would just need to get to know the amazing person he is, even if he is an asshole sometimes.

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bebepac · 3 years

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Substitute Queen (Happy Birthday Queen Walton!)

This is a special edition of Fast Forward for my friend @queenwalton as she enjoys this series I've created a lot and it is her birthday! (Well a day early!)

I'm pretty sure you have been following along with me since I started writing on the fandom a little over a year ago. Thank you for your friendship and support. I hear from you after every chapter I post and I love it. Also thank you for being my trustworthy reader of infinite snippets. I hope you have an absolutely wonderful birthday my friend. 🥰🥰🥰🥰❤❤❤

A/N: Thanks @dcbbw for bouncing some ideas around with me, and giving me a few to make this birthday fic even better. Thank you girl.

Summary: Riley and Liam go on their first vacation alone since the events of Ellie’s kidnapping. Maxwell and Taylor take care of all the children. Maxwell throws a “Baby” Beaumont Bash.

Original Post Date: 03/24/21 at 11:55AM EST

The Book: TRH and Beyond

Pairing: Liam x Riley / Maxwell x Taylor

Warnings: None other than hilarious fluff

Word Count: 2425

Song inspiration for this chapter: Baby Shark (Trap Music Remix)

I don’t own rights to this hilarious music.

Liam saw Riley standing in the study with her back turned to him. The King of Cordonia shifted seamlessly into stealth mode as he crept silently into the study, surprising his Queen by pouncing on her like a lion, grabbing her and slipping his arms around her waist, and sensually planting a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on her neck. He gently rubbed himself against her.

“Take a break for a little while my love.”

He felt her body tense up.

“EEEWWWWW GROSS!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!! OOOOH GOD!!!!!!! NOT YOUR WIFE!!! PUT THAT THING AWAY!!!!!! YOU HAVE FOUR KIDS!?!?!?!?!? AREN’T YOU GUYS TIRED OF DOING THAT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

Liam quickly recoiled from her. Liam looked genuinely horrified when she turned to face him.

“I’m so sorry Taylor. From behind, I swear I couldn’t…I mean I didn’t…..”

“Bleh!!!! Don’t finish that sentence!!!!!!

Riley walked in the room seeing Taylor and Liam visibly uncomfortable.

“What did I miss?”

“I need a bath!!! Your husband thought I was you. Apparently we look the same from behind.”

Riley glanced at Taylor. “I mean…. He’s really not completely wrong Tay. Now that you had the twins, we really do.”

Taylor scowled.

“And that right there is why no one will mistake us for each other from the front. Your scowl face.”

“Well this is a sufficiently awkward conversation, so I’m going to go, especially after I’ve completely embarrassed myself. Riley when you’re finished, please come by my study.” Liam still had a flush on his cheeks and ears.

“For real, put that thing away Liam, it’s barely lunch time.” Taylor grumbled.

“I will be there.” She winked at him.

Liam’s smile returned.

“Can one of you keep it in your pants please? You two are like horny teenagers.”

“I’m okay with that.” They both said in unison smiling at each other. Liam left the room.

“Are you going away for your wedding anniversary?”

“We probably should, but we have our date nights, and we can always sneak some time alone now that the kids are a little older, now that everyone is potty trained and not on the boob anymore. God I missed my boobs being mine, and now that they are again, of course they look like a dumpster fire after breastfeeding four kids.”

“Well that’s one hell of a bra then.”

“Who are you telling? They would be dragging the floor otherwise.”

Taylor laughed.

“Please don’t do that visual to our body.”

“It is our body right?”

Riley and Taylor giggled.

“You two should go away alone. You two never get adult time… And I don’t mean just for that. You two apparently get more than enough adult time for that.”

“Tay, it’s just that we haven’t really been away from the kids. Anywhere we go, we travel as a family. I feel safer that way, so does Liam.”

“Because of me right?”

“Tay….”

“It is. The last time you two tried to go on vacation was when I took Ellie, and you haven’t been apart from them a day since. It’s my fault you two are afraid to be away from your children."

“Taylor, Liam and I have forgiven you for that, a long time ago. We know that you’re not the same person you once were.”

“Prove it, you two take a trip, and it’s a trip you two desperately deserve. I promise the palace will be still standing when you get back.”

Taylor smiled at Riley.

“Please let me do this for the two of you. It’s been one thing after another, and you guys deserve a vacation. Let me and Max take care of the kids.”

“Tay… you do realize that would be your two barely crawling plus my four. You two would be taking care of six children.”

“And your kids are pretty self sufficient. They can feed themselves.”

“You’ll need some reinforcements, Tay. For real. I’ll call Drake and Hana to help.”

“I really think Max and I can handle it.”

“Tay…”

“Riley, we got this.”

*^*^*^*^* Taylor and Maxwell *^*^*^*^*

“You volunteered us for WHAT?!?!?!?!?”

“Oh come on Max, they’re just kids.”

“Yeah, and we’ve been lucky to keep the two of ours alive so far. We’re going to be outnumbered Softie. There’s going to be six of them and two of us. You have put them at an unfair advantage.”

Taylor laughed.

“This is not a war Maxwell.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a war.”

A week later, Riley and Liam were preparing to leave for their first vacation alone, since they had children.

Riley kissed and hugged each child.

“Now you kids behave for Auntie Taylor and Uncle Maxwell. I’m counting on you Miss Crown Princess for a report when I return. You know you’re first in command Ellie.”

Ellie stood up straight and squared her shoulders. “I promise Daddy, we’ll all be good.”

Ellie gave a little salute.

Liam gave one back.

“As you were, my princess.”

Riley, still kneeling, smoothed down Liberty’s little curls. Her little lip was already trembling.

“Mommy loves you baby.” She kissed her little cheeks.

“Are you ready to leave My Love?”

Riley stood up nodding. Liam reached out her hand for hers.

They started to walk towards the SUV.

“Mama.”

Liam felt Riley stop.

“It’s okay My Love we can do this.”

Riley’s eyes were quickly filling with tears.

Riley resumed her stride.

“Dada?”

The little inflection of a question in Liberty’s voice made Liam stop dead in his tracks. His grip tightening on Riley’s hand. Liam took a deep shaky breath.

"Don't look back Liam, you know we won't leave if we do."

Bastien and Nico could see how the King and Queen were struggling to leave their children.

“Your Majesties, come this way.” Bastien called out to them gently.

Both the King and Queen were in tears hearing their youngest burst into tears at the sight of them leaving, as they climbed into the black SUV.

“It’s okay. They’ll be fine Riley. They have reinforcements.”

“Taylor wouldn’t let me call Drake or Hana.”

Liam hit a button on his phone. He put the phone on speaker.

“What’s your location?”

“Already inside the palace.”

“Olivia?”

“And you fully understand the plan?”

“Let your tiny humans drive Taylor and Maxwell insane?”

“NO!!!!”

“I know the plan Liam! Not be seen and keep a watch on them, and only appear if they need help with the children. “

“Yes. Thank you Liv.”

“I do this because we’re friends Riley.”

“Liberty has a set of lungs on her, she hasn’t stopped crying since you two left. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“Thank you Liv.”

“They’ll be fine, i’ll be watching. Enjoy your vacation already.”

“Where are we headed? Since you wouldn’t disclose a location to me, I literally packed for everything including plagues and fire rain.”

“For some fun in the sun on our own private beach.”

“Good thing I packed a bathing suit.”

“You won’t be needing it.”

Riley smacked Liam’s arm as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

*^*^*^*^*^* Meanwhile back at the Palace *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

“C’mon Libby it’s okay. Mommy and Daddy will be back.”

Taylor picked her up, rocking her in her arms.

“Shhhhhh… it’s okay Libby. Auntie Taylor is here, so is Uncle Max.”

Libby’s cries subsided a little but not significantly.

“Can I try?” Ellie asked.

Ellie crossed her eyes and made a funny face at Libby causing her to break out into a fit of giggles.

“We’re evening out the odds. Three on three, I like those odds better Taylor. We might actually survive this. They will listen to one of their own. Ellie is like our super agent spy.”

By the end of day one both Taylor and Maxwell were exhausted, tending to and chasing around six children. At least their two were relatively easy to catch, as they were barely mobile.

“Why did I think the children being self-sufficient was going to be a good thing? I’ve never been this tired in my life.”

“Is this what we have to look forward to when they’re older?”

"Seems like it."

^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*

“My Love?”

“Yes Dear?”

“You don’t have to cut up my food for me.”

Riley had absentmindedly cut up Liam’s chicken into very small child bite size pieces. She had also ruffled his hair and kissed his forehead.

“Oh! I didn’t even realize.”

Liam smiled at her, running his fingers through his hair. “We’ve been parents for so long, it’s been a long time since you and I have been truly alone.”

“You know what I want to do after dinner?” Riley inquired.

Liam raised his eyebrow with an intrigued smirk.

“I think I might have an idea of exactly what you want to do.”

Liam and Riley went to sleep after dinner. Both stretched out in the bed. Both had covers, and no kids arms, legs, feet, or hair in their face.

Every night was like that Liam and Riley got the most sleep they had, had in years…. Well after other adult activities. Liam had even turned off his alarm living in the moment with Riley.

*^*^* Baby Beaumont Bash *^*^*^*

Taylor was feeding the girls when she heard loud thumping music. Taylor could hear jingling. Taylor glanced up, seeing the chandelier above her head was thumping to the beat of the music. Thank goodness the twins were used to Maxwell's antics, and Lily and Violet were sleeping right through it. She put Violet back in the crib and walked down the hall. The closer she got to the east wing ballroom the music got louder.

Taylor pulled the doors open to the ballroom, smoke bubbled down the hall.

There were multi colored blinking lights, a disco ball spinning from the ceiling and a snack table full of candy, sweets and soda.

Maxwell had a DJ station set up playing a song on an endless loop, bobbing his head to the music with his headphones on.

And Riley's kids hopped up on kiddie cocaine (aka sugar) dancing and flailing around in what Taylor could only think to describe as a kiddie rave.

"Is that….. a trap remix of baby shark?"

"Heck yeah it is."

And the kids were loving it.

Maxwell let the music keep playing and he had a bottle of champagne in one hand calling Ellie and Adam over to him. He had a sword in his right.

"Adam you hold the bottle."

"You are not giving them champagne Maxwell! They're children!"

"I'm shocked at you Softie. What kind of Uncle do you think I am? It's just sparkling apple cider. Okay Ellie, you get the sword because you're the oldest. And what you want to do is slice just like I'm showing you. Oh, and don't kill your brother, that would be bad."

"I don't think Daddy would let us do this Uncle Maxwell." Ellie said wearily.

"Heck no he wouldn't. Well not with Maxwell teaching you. If anyone is going to teach the crown princess to slice anything while someone else is holding it, it's going to be me."

Olivia appeared walking out of the shadows of an alcove.

"Have you been here the whole week?"

"Of course! You know Liam and Riley. And these kids are never going to fall asleep, if we don't have them dance the sugar out."

"I've got just the thing.”

Max cranked up the music.

*^*^*^*^* Liam and Riley *^*^*^*^*

"Liam I miss them."

"We'll be home to see them by noon tomorrow."

"Liam I know you miss them too, log into Crown Cam, so we can see them."

Riley sat next to Liam as he logged into Crown Cam.

As they went to each room they noticed none of the children were in their beds.

"It's past their bedtime."

"Did you really think Max and Taylor would get all kids to bed on time?"

"No but…."

They clicked on each room, until they got to the ballroom on the east wing.

Both gasped at the scene. Liam clicked the button enabling the cameras to pick up sound in the room.

Both looked at each other, seeing their kids wildly dancing and flailing about. Libby was excitedly jumping up and down with a glow stick while Olivia sang on stage.

"Is Olivia really singing and rapping to Let It Go?!?"

Olivia's Rap

Liam nodded, watching the scene for a few more moments before slowly closing his laptop.

"I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this."

*^*^*^*^*^* kiddie rave *^*^*^*^*

Taylor danced with the kids while Max continued at his DJ station.

"Olivia can flow, can you believe it Max?!?"

"OLIVIA!!!!! LANGUAGE!!!!!!! THEY'RE CHILDREN!!!!" Maxwell screamed.

"Are you serious with me right now?!? Language?"

Olivia rolled her eyes in complete annoyance.

"Of all the things you've done, LANGUAGE is your hard stop? You gave the crown princess a SWORD to slice a bottle out of her younger brother's hands, and instructed her not to kill him. That's entirely okay, but CURSING is where you draw the line in the sand? Seriously Maxwell?"

Both Taylor and Olivia glared at Maxwell for a few moments in confusion.

"Liv keep going!!! We have to tire them out!!!"

Olivia resumed her rap battle….with herself.

Within an hour it looked like a crime scene in the ballroom. Children were passed out everywhere.

Taylor picked up a sleeping Ellie, Olivia, grabbed Adam, and Maxwell carried Jaiden and Liberty upstairs to their beds.

"They need baths, their faces and hands are dirty with crumbs and sweets."

"We'll give them baths in the morning, before Liam and Riley get back." Maxwell was confident they could get it done.

They didn't. They all slept in instead.

When Liam and Riley arrived back at the palace, they didn't know what to expect.

They saw their kids, all lined up wearing yesterday's clothes, dirty faces, and wild chaotic hair, looking like they had their own kiddie walks of shame. But each child had a huge smile on their face.

Liam walked up to Ellie.

"Your report my Crown Princess?"

"Daddy! I sliced a bottle top off a bottle while Adam held it."

"And I didn't die!" Adam screamed confidently.

"We had fun!" Jaiden exclaimed.

"Daddy did you know Auntie Liv is a gangsta rapper?" Ellie's voice sounded like she was in complete awe.

"Yes My Princess, we saw."

Olivia turned pale, then she knowingly nodded. "I should have known you two would access Crown Cam."

Riley turned to Maxwell.

"So you threw a Beaumont Bash…. for our children?" Riley asked.

"Of course, gotta train them up right!! Little Blossom!"

"Sure, they're a little dirty, but at least the palace is still standing, what else would you expect from the Substitute Queen?" Taylor commented with a smirk.

Happy birthday! I hope you enjoyed this!

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The Rooster Sunrise motel and the roots of the narrative at the sunset of the story. A masterclass in Dean characterization

If I didn’t care / more than words can say / if I didn’t care / would I feel this way? / If this isn’t love / then why do I thrill? / And what makes my head go round...

This song plays as Travis comes in to check at the Rooster Sunrise motel - late in the night, later than the motel technically allows checks in. Metaphorically, this episode happens later than it should. Everything happens later than it should. Dean defeats the monster too late, after it gets Travis dead. They’re running a case when they should actually be preparing for the ultimate showdown against God. Dean tells Sam the truth about Jack too late. The very episode is “out of place” in the season - I mean, purposely so - because it gives us a “old style” hunting case in a season where hunting has lost its original purpose in the narrative but has taken a different purpose, as a sort of caricature of itself, as we’ve discussed about before.

This episode is a last. Okay, we haven’t seen the next few yet, but this episode has a specific function, and it is to be the last traditional hunting case of the show. It’s about the past, and that’s why it can happen now that hunting can no longer exist, not really. This season, we have never had real hunting cases. Fake ones, weird ones, ones that just felt off -- obviously because the story is no longer working the way it did before. Chuck’s “hamster wheel” has been fully revealed, and the narrative can no longer function in the old way.

And this episode happens as... a sunset, actually. Or better, both sunrise and sunset because it shows us, in parallel, the beginning and the end. The first case Dean and Sam work together, and what is essentially the last, at least the last with the traditional formula - a monster of the week, a motel, a gross place, a civilian saved, some choking, some yeeting across a motel room, you know how it goes.

(The elephant in the room is the sun/sunrise imagery across the show, especially relevant after the latest episode brought back the Gas’n’Sip logo, of course, but let’s talk about something else here.)

There are many echoes in the episode. 2x11 Playthings, a case in a hotel that involved children. 11x16 Safe House, where a case was run both in the past, by Bobby and Rufus, and in the present, and involves a monster’s nest and visions. Of course 1x18 Something Wicked, where they defeat a monster that targeted kids after an attempt when they were kids had failed to get rid of the monster for good, and where we also get flashbacks of them as kids. And many other little references and callbacks. A pretty major one (*rubs hands together*) is 10x19 The Werther Project, where something supernatural causes hallucinations that make the victim kill themselves; Dean also almost stabbed himself back then. (Cuthbert Sinclair again... bless.) Oh, well, the pilot itself, where Dean and Sam comment that they make a good team. And then Carver-era secret and lies, of course.

And 14x13 Lebanon. (Yes it gets its own paragraph...) Dean smashing the stone in the ring, making the monster disappear, parallels straight to Sam smashing the pearl, making John disappear. The other monster of the episode is John, of course, who drops the kids in some motel alone while he gets “out of reach” when Dean tries to contact him on the phone (callback to season 1, when they kept trying to call John on the phone and he never answered, not even when Dean was dying or they were in their old house in Lawrence and terrified). John only appears as an invisible figure driving the car, symbolically driving their lives (all this “killing God and getting free” is nothing but a mirror to getting free from John’s influence, right). Callback to 9x07 Bad Boys, where we also see a younger Dean and we also deal with the weight of the lifestyle John placed on him, in an episode that features a literal ghost of a parent. (Heck, we even had Dean stealing food - in 9x07 he was caught by a policeman and brought to the boys’ house, now Caitlin jokes about arresting him.)

As 1x18 Something Wicked, we are presented with how growing up among monsters and hunting cases impacted Dean as a kid. Interestingly, Sam tries to reassure Dean in both episodes, telling him that he was just a kid and he shouldn’t be too hard on himself. In 1x18 he had ruined John’s hunt and put Sam in danger (of course the implication is that John put them in danger by using them as bait and expecting a child - addditionally unaware of what was going on - to watch after a younger child), now that he didn’t tell anyone about the nest because it was too horrifying to share that with other kids (of course, he’d also been a kid and shouldn’t have had to investigate a child-killing monster, so the implication is again that John shouldn’t have left them alone and unable to reach him in case of danger. It’s so telling that the episode has Dean discovering the bodies of dead kids while Sam is playing with another kid - although, of course, the game also turns terrifying soon).

So it’s an episode that has it all: the ghost of John Winchester, the way Dean’s parentified role impacts negatively his relationship with Sam (the episode establishes a connection between Dean shielding Sam from the horror of the monster’s nest and Dean essentially shielding Sam from the horror of the latest Jack news, it’s always about Dean feeling the weight of a responsibility to Sam because he’s Sam’s caretaker, even if he ostensibily mentions Billie’s plan and stuff as the reason of his silence), and of course the theme of FEAR.

I’ve been screaming this from rooftops pretty much since I’ve been here on tumblr - fear is the interpretative key to Dean’s character. Since season 1. Since the beginning. (You’re scared. It’s okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too.) Many posts have been written about how anger is a secondary emotion, when the narrative ostensibly had Dean be “angry”. Dean has dealt with fear almost his entire life, and this episode basically works as an asterisk to the season. Hey, we’re having everyone comment on Dean’s anger! Including Dean himself! He says he doesn’t know why he has these outbursts! Well, we do know. Little reminder here now... he’s scared. And he’s scared because he cares, because he loves so much, and when you keep losing what you love you are scared, scared of losing more and more, stuck in a hamster wheel of losing and losing and losing.

In fact, if losing Jack will stop the hamster wheel, he’s fine with it, because as long as they’re stuck in the wheel they’ll lose Jack again anyway, they keep losing everything over and over, Jack and Cas and everyone. In this episode he mentions funerals of hunters, friends, how they couldn’t even attend all the funerals of people they were close to. There were so many. They’ve always been so surrounded by horror and fear and death. He just wants it to stop. (Of course the plan cannot work, just like the immersion therapy method didn’t work for Travis. Well, poor Travis’ idea of facing his fears to overcome his trauma worked very well on paper, just like Billie’s plan seems to be the best option on paper, but we still have a few episodes still to see...)

This episode is an exploration of the motives of Dean’s behavior, and it spells them out very clearly. John’s abuse and neglect, the forced parentified role he had to take towards Sam since a too-early age, the nightmarish horrors he had to see (while shielding Sam from, which reminds me of the infamous scene about Max’s childhood...), the neverending chain of losses with its baggage of fear.

Dean wants - needs - to defeat Chuck, just like Travis needed to face his fears and overcome his trauma. Because Chuck means hamster wheel. And the hamster wheel isn’t just a theoretical lack-of-free-will thing. It’s not just about a philosophical/theological concept. It’s about the very real cycle of horror and fear and loss that Dean has spent his entire life in. It’s about a pile of dead children, both a metaphor for his brutally ended childhood and a very concrete example of what has been haunting him for so long.

His apparently “okayness” with Billie’s plan is not out of a revenge thing or lack of forgiveness towards Jack (of course we can add millions of words about Dean’s relationship with Death). His okayness with killing Amara is... well, only partly about punishing her for, as he sees it, toying with him. His anger is because he feels so much. If I didn’t care / more than words can say / if I didn’t care / would I feel this way?

#my spn thoughts #spn meta #spn 15x16 #spn spoilers #dean and trauma #dean and john #dean and fear #dean and anger #parallels #spn

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