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homestylehughes · 6 days

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do you two know each other?

pairing(s): jamie drysdale x fem!york sister

summary: jamie hooks up with a girl he meets at a random bar, but what happens when the girl he hooked up with is he roommate and teammates sister?

warnings: fluff, sweet, and shy reader and jamie. pure filth smut 18+, oral fem!reciving, dirty talk. pet names, use of y/n.

wc: 4.4k

an: hi loveessssss!!! jamic fic...with smut;). also i actually dont know how this is 4.4k words dont ask me what happened... i got realllyyyyyy carried away. BUT I LOVE THIS. this was sent to me as request and boy did i eat it UP, so thank you sooo much for whoever requested. hopefully you read it and enjoy!!! i loved writing this sooo much. i hope you guys all enjoy, more things coming veryyyy soon. be sure to send in any blurbs or ideas you guys have for me i love talking and hearing from you guys. like and reblog if you enjoy. as always much love <3

happy reading <3

Jamie doesnt even know how he got here, or why he's even in this club. Sitting at the table nursing a beer, that's now going lukewarm from having it for so long. He doesn't know why his mood is so down, the flyers have won their last 5 games, he's happy to be in philly

Sure he misses Trevor and the rest of his past teammates, but he's fitting in well here and he likes it. Maybe he's lonely? Who knows at this point, all he knows is he'd rather be anywhere but here. “Jamieeee buddy!!! Cheer up!!!! Go get laid!!!” one of his drunk teammates yells out at him from across the bar. A small chuckle rips through his body, as he looks back at his teammate raising his beer with a smile.

Finally killing off the beer, he makes his way to the bar to get a new one, leaning against the counter, waiting for the bartender. All of the sudden Jamie feels something or someone's body crash into his left side.

“Oh my gosh, i'm so so sorry” the sweet voice of a woman echoed in his ears. “Are you okay?” The nameless woman speaks again, holding Jamie's arms to steady herself and to look at him. “Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?” He finally speaks, the woman in front of him as to be one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen in his entire life.

The way her hair falls, so perfectly in her face, the way her leather pants and corset fit her so well, hugging every part of her body perfectly. He swears she's an angel.

“Yes, I'm okay. I'm so sorry, some guy ran into me and you happened to be here and you know.. I ran into you.'' The woman pauses, blowing air from her lips, the plump lips Jamie can't help but stare at while she's talking. “Basically what I'm saying is, I'm sorry. Can I buy you a drink?”

Buy him a drink? A very attractive, seamly sweet woman bumps into him by accident and is now offering to buy him a drink? Maybe this night isn't as bad as it seems.

“Oh no you don't have too, i promise all is good '' he says back to her, “please i insist” she again counters. “Okay fine, but i'm buying the next round if you'd like.” he says with a small smile. “Sounds good to me.” she says, returning a smile. Even her smile is perfect, he thinks to himself.

Waving down the bartender, “hi! Can I get two highmoons please!” she says smiling at the bartender, handing him a 20, telling him to keep the change, yelling a thank you. Before grabbing the two drinks in front of him, handing one to Jamie, before leaning in closer. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” she whispers into his ear.

Jamie nods in response, holding out his arm out, so she can grab his hand, grabbing it quickly, warmth flooding through the both of them, as Jamie leads them through the crowded bar, back towards the table James was once at.

“Thank you, I'm sorry i couldnt hear you up there,” she quietly says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You say sorry alot, nothing to apologize for” he replies looking at her, taking her in, in a different light. She still looks beautiful. “I'm sor- actually nevermind. Oh! Im y/n” she says holding out her hand for Jamie to shake, “jamie” he says as he shakes her hand.

“So Jamie, what are you doing here?” she asks, while taking a sip of her bear. “Honestly I don't know, I didn't really want to come here tonight.”

“Me either, my friends made me come tonight, they said i needed to stop acting like a grandma, pulling me out of my comfy bed, put me in this” she says juestering to her outfit. “So now i'm here, talking to a guy..that i find cute” she finishes saying the last part quietly, hoping that Jamie did not register what she said, but he does.

“Well I'm glad you're here, you saved me from a night of boredom. Now i'm talking to this girl that i find..cute” he says leaning towards her from across the table with a smile.

“Oh really?” she says with a glimmer in her eyes

“Mhm, wouldn't say it if it wasn't true pretty girl.'' Jamie replies with a smirk on his face. “So Jamie, tell me what you do? Tell me your story” she says leaning even closer to him across the time, so close that she can make out the freckles that are scattered across his face so beautifully. “Well, where do I begin?” he laughs out before speaking again.

This is how it was the whole night, laughs, smiles, flirty remarks were being thrown around all night. Jamie telling her about his hockey career, being transferred from anaheim to philly. You couldn't imagine the excitement that spread through her when he said that, being a hockey fan herself growing up all around it thanks to her brother.

They spent hours talking about anything and everything, from childhoods, to first kisses. Being so caught up in their conversation either of them realized their full drinks were now empty, not bothering to get another.

The tension between y/n and Jamie grew over the few hours that they spent together. y/n checking her phone to see that it was now close to 2 a.m., knowing that it's probably time to head home, even though she didn't want to anyway and especially not alone.

“It's getting late” she says looking at Jamie, “oh yeah, shit it is” Jamie says glancing at his watch at the time.

“How far do you live from here? I can walk you home if you'd like?” Jamie says, hoping she says yes, not wanting this night to end just yet. “I do actually, just around the block, I'll be more than happy to have you walk me home.” y/n says smiling brightly at him.

“Well let's get you home.'' Jamie says, getting up from his seat. Once again he holds out his hand for y/n to grab, leading her through the still crowded bar towards the exit. The cool air nips at their skin as they walk outside.

“Which way?” Jamie asks now looking at y/n, taking in her features in the natural light. Even though it's dark out the street light and lights from the bar luminate her skin beautifully.

“Left” she replies, as she also takes in jamies appearance, he's even prettier outside she thinks to herself.

They began to walk in the direction of her apartment, making simple small talk as they do, their hands still closed together. After the 10 or so minute walk to her apartment, they arrive now standing outside her door.

Now standing in front of each other, Jamie realizes how much he wants to kiss her, stepping a little closer to y/n, “i'd really like to kiss you right now, if that's okay” he softly says tilting his head down closer to hers. “I'd really like you to kiss me right now” y/n whispers back to him.

Not a beat later, Jamie's lips are y/n’s, the kiss is sweet, not rushed, their lips moving together. Jamie's hands moving from beside him to her face grabbing her cheeks, pulling her close as if she's going to disappear any second. y/n’s hands finding the back of his head, tucking her fingers in between his soft black locks.

They finally pull apart after a few minutes, their chests rising and falling quickly, eyes locked together. Now she really doesnt want him to go home now, and neither is jamie. “I don't do one night stands' ' y/n quickly says, staring at Jamie, “me neither, so let's not make it a one time thing "Jamie says before finding his way back to her lips, pulling her into another kiss.

This kiss is more urgent and hotter than the last, his tongue sliding into her mouth, his hand moving down to her waist pulling her body into his.

“Jamie” she says breathlessly, as he pulls away from her lips, trails kisses down her exposed neck. Small moans are leaving her lips as she feels her knees growing weaker and weaker for him.

“Jamie” she says louder now, pulling away from him slightly. His eyes finding hers, blown with lust, “inside.” is all she says before pulling him up the steps of her apartment. Fishing her keys out of her purse to unlock the door, she can feel Jamie's front against her back, leaning down to pepper her neck with more kisses, making it harder to open her door.

Once the floor finally opens their stumbling inside, y/n dropping her purse on the floor not caring where anything goes. Their lips move together once again, as she walks them backwards further into her place.

“Jump '' Jamie mumbles against her lips, immediately following his orders, she quickly jumps wrapping her legs to his waist, Jamie walking her through her place.

“First room on the left” y/n lets out before watching her lips back jamies. Pushing the door to her room open quickly, finding her bed, tossing her back on it.

y/n’s chest rising and falling quickly as Jamie looks down at her, “you're so beautiful” he says before lowering himself between her legs and is open for his invitation.

y/n’s hands finding his hair pulling him against her again, their lips fighting against each other. Moving one of her hands from his hair to under the shirt he's wearing tracing her hand along his bare sides, feeling his muscles contract under her touch.

Wanting to feel all of him, she pulls at Jamie's shirt wanting him to take it off. Getting the message quickly Jamie lifts his lips from hers, leaning himself up and slipping his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in her bedroom before reconnecting their lips. Her hands now explore the plains of his bare back.

“Not fair that my shirt is off but yours isn't” Jamie says from above her, “well take it off then”. Jamie doesnt need to be told twice, quickly flipping them over, settling his back against the headboard, pulling her into his lap. His hands quickly found the clasps on the back of her top, unhooking them one by one, while kissing her neck. The small moans y/n lets out from above him, make him harder by the second.

Pulling the now unclasped top from her body, watching the straps fall from her shoulder, as he takes in her bare chest. He can't help but reach out to hold her breast in his hands, the smooth warm kiss pulling him in. “fuck you’re so beautiful ” he rasps out, leaning forward, wrapping his lips around her left lip, his eyes remaining locked with y/n’s. “Fuck” she moans out, the feeling of jamie warm mouth wrapping around her nipple is sending her whole body into a blaze.

She can feel the heat between her legs grow by the second, feeling his hardened cock resting in the inside of her left thigh. Taking matters into her own hands, deciding to grind their hips together. Jamie's lips instantly fell from their assault on her breast. A strangled moan falling from his lips, as he watches her grind herself against him.

“Fuck y/n” he groans out as her hips hit just the right spot on his hardened cock. “I need you Jamie please” y/n says breathlessly, looking down at him with lust in her eyes.

Flipping them over again, Jamie starts making his way to her pants, kissing down her body, until he gets to her top button. Looking up at her making sure it's okay before he takes them off, “yes please” y/n says lifting her hips up to help him take them off. Her pants are off now, just leaving her in her white cotton underwear.

Jamie leaning back on his heels, taking a good look at her. “There's so many things i want to do to you right now” Jamie says, while trailing his hands up her bare legs, spreading her thighs getting a better look at the wet patch that’s now formed on her underwear from how wet she is.

“Please do something, Jamie please.” y/n sys getting more antster by the second. “Where do you want me, pretty girl?” Jamie says before pressing a kiss to her core, breathing her scent, his mouth watering instantly. “I want you to fuck me, please”. “Okay pretty girl, since you've been so good to me, '' he says. Working to undo his belt and pants, unbuttoning them before pulling them down his legs. “I wanna see all of you Jamie” y/n whines out too. “You will baby, you will, but first i wanna taste you” he says, now hooking his fingers under her underwear. “Is that okay, baby?” pressing kisses to the inside of her thighs, waiting for her response.

y/n’s brain is mush she can hardly think, he's barely touched her and she's already out of it. “Yes' ' she says finally, looking down at him, Jamie remains in eye contact as he pulls her underwear down her legs. The soft fabric hitting her ankles before completely pulling them off her body. Her body now completely exposed to Jamie, usually she'd run to cover herself up, but the way he's looking down on her body, like he wants to eat her alive, is changing her mind.

“I've thought about how you'd taste, all night” kissing his way back to her core. Pressing a soft kiss to it, before spreading her lips, finding her clit immediately. “Oh my god” y/n moans out her back lifting from the bed. Jamie hands pinning her hips down. His tongue begins exploring her cunt, sucking and licking every part of her as he could. The sounds coming out from above him are music to his ears, he never wants to stop hearing them.

“Fuck jamie right there” y/n says a certian thrust of his tongue in her cunt, has her hands flying to his hair, pushing his face furthe into her cunt. Jamie doesn't let up, continuing to lap her up like a starving man.

“Im almost there fuck. Please done stop” and jamie doesnt, sliping a finger into her tight hole, he begins fucking her with is fingers, his lips still wrapped around her clit. Don't stop and ragged moans fall from her lips as she begins to cum. “Im cumming fuck” y/n moans out, jamie increases his pace, fucking her with two fingers now, feeling her seize around them.

Her head pushed as far into the pillow as it can go, her jaw open as she cums, her legs shaking as she tries to close them., but jamies strong hands hold them open, as he continues to fuck through her orgasm.

y/n’s chest falling and rising quickly, trying to recover from her orgasim, lifting her head down to look at Jamie, who's looking back at her. “Fuck.” is all he says before climbing back up the bed to her, reconnecting their lips. Tasting herself in his mouth makes her mind go dizzy. “Need you fuck me jamie” y/n whines pulling back to look him in the eyes. “Want to ride you, please” trailing one of her hands to his hardened cock in his boxers, running her fingertips along the covered ridged length, her mouth watering, at the feeling.

“Yes, pretty girl” he moans, dropping his head into her neck, as he feels her hand run across his hard-on. Pulling himself off of her, slipping back into a sitting position in her bed, y/n helping him pull his boxers down. His hardened cock falling out, precome painted along the tip, his pretty cock staring at her, begging her to put her mouth on it.

Moving her hands to the base of his cock, the weight of it in her hands, causes her to let out a low moan. Jamie's mouth hanging open, looking at her with half hooded eyes waiting for her next move. Settling her thighs on either side of his thighs rubbing her thumb over his precum covered tip, Jamie moans out from above her. “Baby please do something” he says urgently, grabbing her hips, helping her lift up, y/n lines up his cock with her entrance, slowly sinking down on it.

“Oh my gosh” y/n says once she's fully sat on his length, jamies hands are hips hold her in place. Their eyes finding each other again, “you look so beautiful” he says, bringing his hands to her face, pulling her into a soft kiss, y/n smiling into the kiss as she begins lifting herself slowly from his cock. Jamie lets out a moan against her mouth as she skinks back down on him.

The room begins to get hotter as each snap of y/n’s hips against jamies, moans and pants fill the room. “Fuck y/n” jamie groans out to her, watching her slide down on his cock, the way her hair is falling around her face, the soft glow of light in room, highlights the thin layer of sweat that covers her body as she rides him.

The grip Jamie has on her hips begins to tighten as he feels her tighten around her, his own orgasim also approaching. “Im almost there fuck jamie” y/n says dropping her head into his neck. “I can feel you baby, doing so good for me” leaning forward as he kisses and sucks on her exposed neck. “Look so pretty riding my cock pretty girl,” Jamie says, moving his hips to meet her thrusts. “Jamie dont stop, fuck im almost there”.

Each snap of their hips against each other is pure magic, the sounds of their skin smacking along with their moans will enter the room. Before y/n can realize she’s cumming, her lips finding jamies as she does, her hips still moving up and down his cock. “Im cumming baby” Jamie moans out, as he goes to pull y/n off of him, grabbing his hands she stops him, “cum inside me please, im clean, on the pill.” she says looking into his eyes she can tell he’s almost there.

“Please jamie, i want to feel you cum inside of me”, thats all it takes before jamie begins to fall apart above her, smashing his lips to hers as he cums, y/n continuing to fuck him through it, the movement of her hips never stopping.

Her hips slowly stop moving, now just resting sitting in Jamie's lap, the sound of their breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room. Jamie bringing his hand to her face lifting it up to look in her eyes ``that was..” he trails off, struggling trying to find the right words. “That was amazing” y/n says finishing his thought with her own words. “Yeah it was,” he chuckles before giving her a soft kiss.

“We should go get cleaned up” she says after a few moments, Jamie nodding his head in agreement. y/n lifting off him slowly, already missing the feeling of him inside her. Getting up from her bed, leading them to her bathroom, turning on the shower climbing, Jamie followed in suit with a smile on his face.

The shower was sweet and soft taking turns washing each other, stealing a few kisses from each other once and awhile. It almost all felt too domestic, something the both of them could get used too. Climbing out of the shower, y/n handing him a towel, as she begins to dry herself off she can feel Jamie staring at her. “Everything okay?” she asks, “more than okay, didnt think my might would turn out like this” he says, taking a few steps closer to y/n grabbing her by the hips pulling her closer. “But i'm not complaining” he says with a smile, “and neither am i” she counters before leaning in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around him.

Jamie picks her up once again, carrying her to her bedroom, laying her back down before reconnecting their lips. This is how they spend the night, all wrapped up and each other, their connection they share blossoming by each touch.

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Ever since their first night together Jamie and y/n have been texting nonstop. both their schedules are super busy so they haven't been able to see each other again. That all changes tonight.

“y/n pleaseeee” cam says on the other side of the call. “I'll never ask you for anything ever again, if you come tonight. All the guys wanna see you.” he pleads again. Rubbing my head at my desk, trying to come up with an excuse to not go to a charity event the flyers are throwing but i can't come up with anything. “Okay okay, please shut up and stop begging me i’ll come with you” i finally say. “You're actually the best sister ever, I'll pick you up at 7 and wear something fancy! Gotta go to practice! Bye love you!” Cam quickly says before ending the call.

I stare at my phone in disbelief before getting back to work again, 7 o’clock can't come fast enough.

Trying to find something to wear to this event is going to kill me. Every dress I put on I hate. It's either two flashy or too borning. Maybe i just shouldn't go, i say to myself, knowing cam would actually kill me if i didn't. Settling on a simple black dress, quickly finishing my hair and makeup. Checking my phone to see that cam texted me that he's outside. Slipping on my shoes checking on my makeup before heading out the door.

My phone dinging from a text message, seeing that Jamie texted me “wish you were here with me tonight, at this work event” it reads. Smiling before sending a quickly before getting into cam’s car.

“Who's got you smiling at your phone?” is the first thing he says to me. “None of your business, don't make me leave and go back inside '' I say while snapping my seatbelt into place.

“Okay fine” he says before pulling off, making his way to the event. Small talk fills the car, as we catch up, I find myself wishing I saw my brother more. Even with us living in the same city, we barely have time to see each other, his hockey schedule and demanding work schedule keep us from seeing each other.

“Oh guess who will be there tonight?” Cam says, putting the car into park before handing his key to the valet , muttering a small thank you before heading over to my side, opening the door for me. “Who?” I ask , stepping out of the car. “My roommate, the one I told you about who transferred here a few months ago. He also plays defense. Really sweet I'm sure you guys will hit it off, "Cam says, winking at the last part. “Okay buddy, let's calm down.” I say laughing as Cam holds his arm for me to take.

The event itself is amazing, the music, decor, everything about it, I barely have time to take it all in before cam pulls me over to a group of his teammates, throwing me into conversation with them. Sometime during our conversations Cam runs off saying he's going to find his roommate who I have not yet caught the name of, and to grab us drinks.

Turning to talk to one of the wags that are there, I hear my name being called from behind, turning around to see Cam with drinks in his hand and Jamie standing right next to him. Jamie? What is Jamie doing here? And how does he know my brother?

“y/n there you are!” Cam says, handing a drink to me, “y/n this is my roommate Jamie, the one who transferred from the ducks! And Jamie this is my sister y/n” my eyes are wide as I stare at Jamie, I'm sure all of the color has left my face, jamies staring back at me just as shocked as I am.

“Hello guys?” Cam breaks the silence. “Do you two know each other?” he asks again, glancing back and forth between us. Still neither of us respond, just continuing to stare at each other. “Well since either of you are responding im going to take my drink, and your drink: he says plucking my drink out my hands. “And I'm going to go congregate, have fun! Introduce yourselves…unless you two have already done that already bye!” and just like that he’s gone faster than he came.

“Hi?” I say speaking first. “You didn't tell me your brother played for the flyers' 'Jamie quickly says. “Im sorry, i didn't mean to hide it from you, it's not something i want people to know me for.'' I say, pausing before taking a deep breath, “I didn't know you were Cam's roommate. He talks about you all the time.'' I say laughing awkwardly, shifting on my feet, scared of where we stand now.

“Well I both think we left out important details, didn't we?” Jamie says, flashing me a smile, reaching out to grab my waist pulling me closer to him. “You look gorgeous, I missed you” he says leaning into my neck. “I missed you too, you look really good.”, my eyes moving over the simple, yet sexy suite he’s wearing.

“Imagine if we just happened to leave at the same time.” Jamie says into my ear husklely. “Imagine if I happen to say that's a great idea and follow you?” I say, biting my lip to conceal my smile. Grabbing my hand pulling me behind him, through the crowded event, leading her out the back door.

Neither of them realized the cam’s eyes had not left them since he walked away, seeing their whole interaction, seeing them leave the venue together. A smile dancing across his face, happy for his sister and his teammate. Wondering how long they would try to keep it a secret from him.

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bordysbae · 1 year

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going to stagecoach with trevor!! bunch of pda and fluff😪😪😪😪

“concert buddy”

trevor zegras x f!reader

“hi love,” trevor smiles, coming up behind you in the airbnb mirror.

“hi trev,” you blush, leaning your body closer against his chest. once you readjust part of your outfit, you turn around and look up at trevor. you both share a small smile, before you slightly pull down on his cowboy hat as you lean up to kiss him.

“ew guys get a room!” jamie scoffs, making cam york laugh.

“sorry you’re lonely, jimbo. you and cam can third wheel together,” you shrug before giving trevor a small peck on his lips. you then grab your phone from the table, and place the baby pink straw cowboy hat on your head.

“you guys ready to get going?” cam asks, and you all nod in response. you guys then hop into trevor’s bronco, that the four of you used to drive down to palm springs. the festival is already packed with people wearing cowboy hats and boots, making you let out a little laugh. you were never very big on country until you met trevor, but now you’re not really opposed to it since both jamie and trevor have conditioned you to it.

“okay guys cmon hurry up, i wanna see luke bryan!” you exclaim. everyone gets out of the car, and you all meet up with a few other friends before heading into the music festival. as you drag the group towards luke bryan’s set, trevor wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer into him.

“i’m happy you came with me, thank you for coming. i know you’re not that big on country.” he says, making you smile up at him.”you know, i don’t hate it anymore,” you bashfully say, making trevor gasp. he immediately turns around to face jamie, excited to tell him the news that him and his best friend have finally convinced you that country isn’t so bad.

“jimmy! we did it!” he cheers, taking his arm off of you and rushing over to pushy jamie around at the exciting news. jamie looks utterly confused as to why trevor is jumping around in joy, meanwhile you’re hysterically laughing.

“the hell is going on with you stop jumping all over me!” jamie laughs.

“we did it jimmy! y/n doesn’t hate country! she said she likes it!” he says, and jamie’s mouth drops.

“i knew the day would come! i think it’s partially because of me, you know, my amazing guitar skills convinced her,” jamie shrugs. you and trevor both exchange a glance, before bursting out laughing.

“yeah okay jamie, you keep telling yourself that,” you laugh, before claiming your spots in the dirt waiting for luke bryan’s set to begin. you and the group chat for majority of the waiting time, meanwhile you and trevor just can’t lay off from the pda.

his hands find their way all over your body, from placing a hand on your lower back, to even lower than that. you two are such a touchy couple sometimes, that you get wrapped up in each other constantly and forget that you were in a conversation. “uh hello, earth to trevor i asked you a question,” cam says, waving a hand in between you and trevor’s conversation. you blush with embarrassment, but let it go as you see no one giving it a second thought. everyone’s used to it by now. eventually the singer comes out, and you begin singing your heart out. luke bryan is one of your favorites, and he’s headlining stage coach so you know the show is bound to be good.

as the intro to ‘drunk on you’ begins playing, you immediately gasp and turn towards trevor, and the both of you begin singing the lyrics to each other. as the chorus begins, trevor points to you and you point to him, shouting the lyrics at each other with nothing but big grins across your faces.

“girl you make my speakers go boom boom, dancin' on the tailgate in the full moon, that kinda thing makes a man go mmm mmm, you're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans”

as trevor sings the blue jeans lyric, he gestures to your bootcut jeans that are tightly hugging your legs, and you blush and hide your face in your hands. a bit later the set ends, and you all make your way towards another set. as you’re walking next to jamie, trevor comes up behind you and throws you over his shoulder. “trevor stop!” you laugh, and he just smiles.

“wanna go on my shoulders instead?” he asks you, and you hit his back as your form of saying yes. he places you down and squats, allowing you to get on top of his shoulders. the height difference between you both makes it a lot easier, and now you’re able to see a lot more than you were before. you all collectively decide to head to riley green’s set, and manage to get a spot not too far away from the stage seeing as you all got there a little bit early.

the chorus to ‘there was this girl’ starts, and trevor immediately begins singing the lyrics to you again, making you laugh. of course you sing back, but the lyrics to this song are bit more relatable from trevor’s perspective.

“there was this girl, drink in her hand. shootin' me a ‘let's get into trouble’ grin, i ain't never seen somethin' so fine. and I was doin' anything to make her mine. i was out of my mind, she was out of this world, there was this girl”

you and trevor relate heavily to this part of the song, seeing as you both met at a party late last year. of course jamie jokingly gives you both dirty looks, just because you both are singing the lyrics to every song while somehow finding a way to touch each other.

later on, you all eventually decide to call it a night after hours of being there. you end up falling asleep in the bronco on the way back to the airbnb, forcing trevor to carry you inside. you get settled down into bed and trevor goes to play some ping pong with the boys, before joining you in the bed as well. as you groggily cuddle into him, he presses a gentle kiss into your hair.

“goodnight y/n, i’m really happy you came with us to stagecoach. i love you, thanks for being my concert buddy” he chuckles, making you smile.

“i love you more, trev,” you mumble into his chest before falling back asleep.

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toasttt11 · 2 months

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new roommate

January 8, 2024

Phoenix was laying in bed about to fall asleep when he heard his phone ring and he only has few people that will ring if he turned his notifications off, Phoenix sat up rubbing his face grabbing his phone and saw it was Trevor.

“Trev?” Phoenix asked as he anwsered the call and Trevor didn’t immediately speak.

“Nix.” Trevor breathed out as he sat on the floor of his hotel room, where he may of been sitting to cry.

“Hey buddy.” Phoenix spoke softly as he could tell something was wrong with Trevor.

“Jamie got traded.” Trevor choked out feeling more tears fill his eyes.

Phoenix’s eyes widen as he realized why his baby brother was upset, “Where?” Phoenix questioned.

“To you.” Trevor answered, the only good thing about the whole trade was at least Jamie was going to be with Phoenix.

“He is?” Phoenix asked shocked as he put his phone on speaker and looked at his team group chat and saw the trade was in the chat but he didn’t see it.

“Yeah, will you take care of him?” Trevor asked softly.

“Of course Trev.” Phoenix softly promised to his younger brother, “I’ll take care of him.” Phoenix knew how important Jamie is to Trevor.

“Thank you.” Trevor wiped his tears off his face, “I uh got to get going but thank you Nix.” Trevor was gonna spend as long as he could with Jamie before he left for his flight.

“Of Course, I love you Trev.” Phoenix softly smiled.

“I love you too Nix.” Trevor smiled softly before hanging up the call.

Phoenix let out a breath as the call ends and immediately started letting the team know that he will pick up Jamie in the morning and he can stay with him because he has many guest rooms in his penthouse for his family when they visit.

January 9, 2024

Phoenix rolled over shutting off his alarm and he leaned up running a hand through his blonde curls, he stood up grabbing a shirt pulling it on and his black zip up, he slipped on a pair of sneakers.

Phoenix walked through his penthouse grabbing his keys before heading out of his house, He walked to the elevator and went the parking garage level. Phoenix walked out and walked to his car and hoped into the drivers seat.

Phoenix drove the drive to the airport and waited in the pick up area.

Phoenix had been barely waiting before he saw the black hair that he knows is Jamie, “Jamie!” Phoenix called out as he watched as Jamie’s head turned to him and smiled slightly.

“Hi.” Jamie whispered as he walked over to Trevor’s brother, his eyes had dark circles and were red from crying.

“Hi.” Phoenix gave him a smile being able to tell he is upset.

“Thank you.” Jamie soflty spoke looking up towards him. He was to emotionally and physically exhausted to even think about how pretty Phoenix looked right now.

“No worries.” Phoenix softly smiled back and moved to take the suitcase as Jamie let him, Phoenix loaded his bags into the back of the car as Jamie got into the Passenger seat.

“You hungry?” Phoenix asked as his right hand went to the back of the passenger seat to look in the back mirror, Jamie inhaled sharply but shook his head.

“Yeah.” Jamie nodded having eaten since before he got the news of the trade.

“Good, You like pancakes?” Phoenix smiled slightly as he started driving them back towards his penthouse.

“Mhm.” Jamie hummed as he looked outside the window looking around his new city.

Phoenix nodded and let the car be in peaceful silence as he drove them to one of his favorite little food places.

Phoenix pulled into the parking spot turning the car off and hoping out of the car, Jamie got out of the car following Phoenix into the small little diner, Phoenix smiled at the waitress as she led them to a smaller booth in a corner of the diner.

Jamie and Phoenix both order the pancakes and waited for their food to come out.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you on such short notice.” Jamie thanked Phoenix again and really he has made the trade a lot easier for Jamie already.

“Of course, i have the room. And don’t rush to find an apartment just settle in.” Phoenix smiled and kindly offered. Jamie smiled softly with his cheeks bright red.

The waitress brought them their food and left them to eat, Jamie took a bite of his pancakes and felt his eyes widen in shock, “Oh my!” Jamie looked up at Phoenix shocked, that the pancakes were that good.

“Right?” Phoenix smirked slightly remembering when he came there for the first time and had the pancakes having the same reaction as Jamie.

The two ate in comfortable silence, “You know it’s werid not having Trevor talking as we eat.” Jamie brought up as he set his silverware down, Jamie got so use to eating ever meal with Trevor and always listening to him talking.

“Yeah, it’s still weird for me too.” Phoenix fondly smiled remembering how odd it was when he first moved away and ate in silence and not with Trevor’s voice.

Phoenix has always appreciated how good of friend Jamie is to his little brother, especially since Phoenix noticed that Jamie let’s Trevor talk as much as he wants and that is something that most people never let Trevor do.

“My treat.” Phoenix gave Jamie a stern look when he went to grab the check, Jamie reluctantly put his hand back and let Phoenix pay. The two stood up and started walking out of the dinner, “Thank you.” Jamie smiled softly as they got to the car.

Phoenix nodded and smiled before hopping into the drivers seat and starting the car.

Phoenix drove them to his apartment building, parking in his parking spot and shutting the car off, Phoenix got out of the car grabbing Jamie’s bags from the back of the car.

Phoenix led Jamie through the lobby and into the elevator to one of the top floors of the building and walking to his door.

Phoenix opened the door to his penthouse letting Jamie in, Phoenix started walking through the penthouse showing Jamie around before he led him to one of the guest rooms that has the biggest bathroom and closet.

“It’s kinda bare but we can change anything you want.” Phoenix offered as he set down Jamie’s bags in the room, Jamie nodded still looking a little overwhelmed, “Hey why don’t you take a nap or just settle in we still have a good few hours before we have to head to practice, i’ll come let you know.” Phoenix softly smiled at Jamie being able to tell he’s still a bit overwhelmed and Phoenix gently squeezed his hand on Jamie’s shoulder before walking out of the room closing the door behind him.

Jamie looked out the windows of the view of the city before he slipped off his shoes and plopped onto the bed and could feel himself relaxing on the extremely comfortable bed and started falling asleep.

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thelovelymissbigbadwolf · 2 months

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The RPG disaster

Cloud always wanted to play RPG with his friends (if he were to have any) and he decided to go the simple way, something that he felt more safe leaning towards such as 7th Sea.

So he talks to everyone and explains that the system allows for a more theatrical kind of battle and that combat isn't the focus of it all, but rather their fun.

Sephiroth is interested, he's already been through combat enough daily and feels like it could be a break to not think too much about combat.

Genesis is DELIGHTED in the possibility of showing off his theatrical abilities.

Zack is super excited and supportive of his buddy.

Angeal isn't as thrilled as the others, as he never was a theater kid like Genesis for example nor have he ever had much interest in it at first, but decided to join them anyway.

Cloud then marks a day they can all have a session zero so he can help out with their sheets.

He sends each a copy of the playerbook and tells them to read about the nations and jobs and just think of something simple. Again, simple. It backfired horribly.

The session zero day came and Genesis has a total of 20 pages on his character's lore. Front and back.

Cloud: I am not reading this.

Genesis: What do you mean you're not reading?! It's your job. You have to know my character's lore.

Cloud: Genesis, I told you guys to make it simple. In what universe are 20 pages front and back SIMPLE?!

Genesis: Oh, PLEASE! I didn't even made his family tree!

Cloud: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO!

At that moment, Zack had arrived with some energy drinks.

Zack: Heeeee-ey, what's going on?

Cloud: You see this?! *Flips the twenty pages* THIS is Genesis' character lore!

Genesis: It's just twenty pages! You read over four hundred pages of a RPG book just to deny my twenty pages?!

Zack: But he said it was supposed to be simple.

Genesis: IT IS!

Zack: Why twenty pages of lore, then?!

Genesis: I could've written a book on my character, but NO! I got soft and did something simple!

Cloud: UGH WHATEVER I'LL READ IT! But I'm gonna cut what I find useless, understand?

Genesis: Fine.

Cloud takes a marker and marks 95% percent of everything. Genesis is appalled.

Cloud: Alright. The ones that aren't mark, write it down somewhere.

Genesis: You've butchered him, my poor Jacques!

Cloud: I've improved it. Alright, lemme see yours, Zack.

Zack: On it! *He gives him a picture of Dante from Devil May Cry*

Cloud: ...? I don't get it, is this what your character looks like?

Zack: Nah, I'm gonna play as Dante!

Cloud: *sighes* Alright, that's something you can do. But, I'd REALLY rather you'd just do it from scratch, Zack.

Zack: Oh, okay.

Zack shrugs and borrows Cloud's book to check nations and jobs.

At that point, Angeal and Sephiroth had arrived, the two with the physical copies of the books in hands.

Cloud: What the hell? I sent you guys a digital copy, when did you... You know what, whatever. You guys came up with your characters?

Angeal: Yes, his name's Gerald and he's gonna be the healer.

Cloud: Oh, okay. Quite simple, what about the lore?

Angeal: What does a Star Trek character has to do with it?

Cloud: Oh god... Sephiroth, PLEASE, tell me you have something we can work with.

Sephiroth: Yes, my character is Trevor, he's from Inismore, a duelist, decided to focus on finesse since it'll serve lots when doing acrobatics on a boat. He was born on the capital, but moved to the coast. *Hands it over a character sheet PERFECTLY done*

Cloud: Oh! That's more like it! Simple, original and you even took into consideration the secret arts! Nice going.

Sephiroth: I also studied the rules and other nations and jobs. I can help correcting them.

Cloud: Oh, okay? Well, you got the character sheet right, why don't you go ahead with helping Zack with his character? I'm gonna help Angeal and Genesis is grounded because he overdid himself.

After that, Cloud sat down with Angeal and started to distributing the points. Angeal started arguing over his characters age affecting his points, because no matter the age, he had a good training routine and diet will help lots on a old age.

Cloud argues that affects jack shit in an RPG and they started yelling at each other.

Zack asks Sephiroth about Inismore and he started explaining the lore.

Genesis: You cut uncle Archibald?! He's the reason Jacques learns piano in the first place!

Angeal and Cloud are STILL arguing over the fact that his character can use magic and fight at the same time.

Cloud tries to explain that his character can't learn Hexe because he isn't born in Eisen.

Angeal argues that he fought in the war for thirty years and he can.

Cloud refutes that he wasn't born in Eisen. And thus, can't learn their magic.

Zack asks Sephiroth about Eisen, of which he starts explaining.

Genesis: How dare you cut my clarinet lessons out?! They were the therapeutical relief Jacques needed after his grandfather felt from his horse!

Now Angeal is arguing over not wanting to leave his mother behind and wanting to take her along so he can heal her illness.

Cloud refutes that it's gonna be a unnecessary drag for their session, since that would distract him too much.

Angeal counter argues that he won't leave without his mother.

Cloud tries to explain how much of a dead weight a ill relative would be at their one-shot.

Sephiroth tosses his book at Cloud.

Sephiroth: Do not talk like this of his mother!

Cloud gets pissed, but Angeal stops him from tossing the book back at Sephiroth.

Angeal: Thanks, Seph, but I can handle myself.

Sephiroth: You better be.

Angeal: ... You're not gonna romance my mother.

Sephiroth: WHY NOT?!

Genesis: NO! WHY CUT LITTLE LISA?! SHE'S JUST A BABY!

Cloud: EXACTLY! A BABY THAT, QUOTING YOU, IS A SEVENTH GRADE RELATIVE THAT YOUR CHARACTER DOESN'T EVEN KNOW!

A huge fight ensues, Zack is drinking his energy drink and eating chips as he just sees chaos ensue.

Sephiroth tries to hit Cloud, but punches Genesis.

Genesis pulls Angeal's hair.

Angeal tries to hit Genesis, but hits Sephiroth.

The trio started fighting and Cloud sneaked out of there, seating by Zack's side. He takes a energy drinks and the two share potato chips.

Later that night, the five are called in Lazard's office.

Tabletop RPGs are now forbidden in the SOLDIER floor.

#ff7 #ff7r #zack fair #ccff7 #ccff7r #cloud strife #ffvii #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #rpg #7th sea #crisis core final fantasy vii

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rancidpancakebatter · 2 years

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Grip Tape-Chapter 13 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: Peter offers to teach you how to skateboard and who are you to say no? This is a pre-bite fic so we get to enjoy Peter Parker in his full Dorky Display.

Word Count: 2k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying

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Chapter Summary: Trevor's Party!

A/N: Drinking, great dad advice, please be careful when drinking lovelies

Everyone piled into the car once again. You decided to listen to early 2000’s music to get into a party mindset. You sat in the backseat with Peter once again and he sang along with you. It was a 30-minute drive to Trevor’s and your dad convinced you to be an hour late.

“Parties don’t really start on time and then you don’t have to do the weird socializing thing.” He told you. Your father was apparently quite the ‘Party Animal’ back in the day. This was both incredibly surprising news but also the most expected thing to learn about your Pops.

He spent most of the car ride giving pointers: Don’t let anyone pour your drinks, drink slow, stay hydrated, remember the buddy system, and most importantly, “There’s no shame in throwing up.”

Your Pops was trying to be really cool about the whole situation. He spent years studying childhood development. He had tried his best to let you grow at your own pace. He encouraged you to take risks and you felt safe doing so because you knew he would always be right there to catch you.

He knew that you were a good kid. But it was scary, letting you be a kid. You were honest about your intentions and what this party was going to be. You had never been anything but responsible. He had no reason to doubt you. But he would be lying if he said he was fine with his little baby going to a rowdy get-together with underage drinking and no parental supervision.

He continued to glance in the rearview mirror, examining your and Peter’s body language. You seemed comfortable in his arms, happy, safe. That made him very happy, to say the least. Peter seemed oblivious to his gaze. He seemed happy and comfortable too. But he also seemed defensive. Your father couldn’t figure out why. Did you like him more than he liked you? Was he scared of liking you? Maybe he was just anxious about the party.

When you finally arrived at Trevor’s your father slowed down, turning on his hazards. You felt your chest bubble with excitement. Your first high school party. This was insane. You couldn’t wait to blaze toward this milestone. Your father unbuckled and turned around in his seat. He was wearing a very serious expression, one you didn’t see often.

“I need you to promise me that you’ll be safe tonight.” You dumbly nodded at the man, your brain slowly catching up to the severity of the moment.

“Try to stick to Peter and if you need anything, I mean anything, I need you to promise to call me.”

You nodded your head again, before replying. “I promise Pops.”

He leaned between the seats with open arms and you embraced your father. You were growing up, and it was hard. He pulled away now looking to Peter.

“Son, please keep an eye on her. Understand, she is not your responsibility, she is responsible for herself and her own actions. But please…care for her.” Peter looked a little scared but nodded his head, glancing quikly at you. Your father made Peter put his number into his phone so he could call your Pops if anything happened.

You grabbed Peter’s hands as you made your way up the brick path to the Daniel’s home. They had a very large house, 3 stories at least. It looked very modern-colonial. You could hear the bass thumping and see the colourful lights flashing from behind the closed blinds. You stopped at the door, looking back at your father’s car still parked in the street. You smiled and you hoped he could see it.

Peter gave you a reassuring squeeze, “You ready?” For the third time tonight. You nodded your head. Peter opened the door.

It looked like almost everyone from school was there. The air was hot and sticky as you and Peter pushed your way through the sweaty teens. You made your way to the kitchen where it seemed a little less crowded. There were tons of drinks, mostly beer and wine coolers. Nothing that looked too appealing to you. You remembered then that maybe you should let Trevor know you were here. You shot him a text telling him you were in the kitchen and it wasn’t long until you heard your name loudly called from the doorway.

You turned to see Trevor in a backwards snapback, an open hawaiian shirt, and and cargo shorts. You smiled at him and he wrapped his arms around you. You froze in his embrace, awkwardly patting his back. He pulled away, his arms now on your shoulders.

“(Y/n),” He said softly, before shouting again, throwing his arms into the air, “You’re here!”

You tried not to flinch at the change in volume. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, he was just a little drunk. You chuckled repeating, ‘I’m here.’ in a soft joking voice. Trevor only seemed to notice Peter standing behind you then. He took a step back and his smile seemed to falter a bit.

“Parker’s here.” He looked back at you and you felt uneasy, “You brought Parker?”

You took a step back stretching your hand behind you. Peter seemed to catch the hint and clasped it as you pulled him beside you.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I just assumed my invitation came with a plus one.” You laughed awkwardly.

Trevor looked between you two a few times before he shrugged. “Yeah it’s cool. Hey, follow me I have a treat for you guys.” He wiggled his finger like a worm at the both of you and you followed.

It was hard to follow an inebriated teen through a crowd of more inebriated teens but you managed to cross the first floor, the second floor, and two stair cases without losing him. Trevor had led you to his bedroom. You and Peter stood awkwardly just inside the doorway while trevor dug through his (very nice, very spacious) walk in closet. You heard him cheer and he reappeared with a glass handle of Tito’s.

You clapped your hands excitedly and took it from him, cradling it like a newborn in your arms. Trevor warned you that you shouldn’t bring it downstairs unless you planned on sharing, then left dancing to the music coming from the living room.

You and Peter played rock, paper, scissors to see who went back to the kitchen to get mixers. You won and sat on Trevor’s bed, quietly waiting for him. You were delighted to see him return with two cups and pink lemonade. You asked him to make a drink for you and he happily obliged. He handed you the cup joining you on the bed. You explained that you had never had more than a sip before and Peter told you that it was only a shot of each, so you could get a taste. You clinked cups and downed it.

It tasted bitter and sweet. You could taste the liquor and the warmth it brought to first your tongue and then your throat before the fire settled in your stomach. You shuttered and Peter giggled at you. You slugged him lightly in the arm. After three more of those you felt pretty good about joining the party. Peter made you a ‘to-go’ cup and you made your way back down the stairs.

You noted that this was a different high than the one you experienced before. Weed made you feel like faries were dancing on your brain, alcohol made you feel like mermaids were swimming through your viens. You couldn’t decide which one you liked more. You grabbed both of Peter’s arms and began spinning around. He laughed at you once again and it sounded like your favourite song.

He dropped one of your hands twirling you around. You had never been happier. You felt his hand on your waist and it pulled you into him, face to face. His grin matched yours. You leaned forward, on your tippy toes, to give him a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I wanna dance.” And dance you did. You pulled him onto the dance floor that was once a family room. You felt your heart beat with the bass. While you didn’t know the songs you jumped around as if you had the words tangled around your heart. Peter jumped around with you feeling very free for the first time in a long time.

You seemed ethereal. You made peace signs pulling them across your eyes to the beat and Peter had never felt so lucky. You were his. Or more accurately he was yours. You were everything to him in this moment, and he imaged that this moment would last a long time. He took another sip of his drink and you did the same. It wasn’t nearly as gross now that it was mostly lemonade.

You danced and danced until your cup was empty. Peter led you to the kitchen to get some water. He saw you pouting at the counter and laughed. You turned around to face him and he made grabby hands at you. You giggled as he helped you onto the counter. There you sat dangling your feet. You watched as Peter got some water for the both of you. He lacked his usual grace (not that he was particularly graceful before his 5ish shots) but you still thought he was beautiful.

He leaned against the counter next to you, passing you your cup. You took a gentle sip and he did the same, his eyes never leaving you. He wanted to confess all of his feelings right then and there. To spill his heart out to you and pray that you didn’t mind the mess. But his thoughts wandered. They wandered to his biting insecurities. Ones he didn’t like to admit he had. They wandered to Trevor.

“I think Trevor likes you.” He blurted it out before his brain could tell him not to. Peter is not the sympathetic poet that you are. His brain was too busy trying to hold itself up to be concerned with what the rest of his body was doing. You giggled at him, completely unaware of the swirling thoughts in Peter’s head.

“No, he doesn’t. Why would he like me?” You drew out the words almost comically. The thought was absolutely ridiculous. “You’re being silly. No one likes me.”

The words left your mouth and your laughter glittered with scales. You felt so weighty but buoyant at the same time. Like you were floating through the thick air. You threw your head back with laughter at such a ridiculous notion. Your body followed its lead and you began to fall back against the counter. You felt a firm grip on your shoulders pulling you forward and your head lulled in the same direction.

Peter was now standing in front of you, leaning against your knees. Scales were still falling from your mouth but the mermaids stopped when you saw his face. Peter’s face seemed angry but his eyes held great sorrow. Without the mermaids swimming around you forgot how to move.

Time stilled as Peter continued to look at you. “What do you mean?”

Your tongue felt heavy but you forced the muscle to move. “I mean…that’s silly…no one has ever had a crush on me- I’m just…I’m just me.”

You hoped that your answer made sense because you felt like nothing else did. You weren’t necessary ‘invisible’ but you were not sought after. You had survived your peers by continuing to stay a neutral threat on the radar. No one felt like they needed to attack you because you weren’t a danger to anyone else’s status.

“But...I...like just you.” Peter’s voice was quiet, barely heard over the intruding music.

You opened your legs and he fell between them. He collided with you and you wrapped your arms around him. You eventually felt his arms wrap around your waist and you let out a deep breath. Peter thought your corset was a bit uncomfortable but opted not to complain as it also pushed up your boobs and that made for a very nice pillow.

“You’re amazing. You know that?” it was mumbled but you understood him all the same. You didn’t quite know how to respond so you kissed the top of his head, hoping he would understand what you meant.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Prove Them Wrong | Reggie Peters

A/N: I got these two requests for a Reggie fic and decided to merge them together, I hope you don’t mind!

Request 1: Please i just want a fanfic of reggie discovering YouTube and uploading home is where my horse is video and the gang reacting to it since people absolutely love it

Request 2: Hi!! Can you do one where the reader is julies friend and is with her when the boys come back and her and Reggie have a instant connection and he follows her around and is always talking to her

Relationships: Reggie x Reader, Sunset Curve x Reader, JATP x Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 4,165

Your life has been pretty ordinary for the past 16 years. A life pretty much every person would call boring was a life you wouldn’t change for the world’s most expensive things. Until you met Reggie and the other boys from Sunset Curve. You say boys, but it would be much more accurate if you said ghosts. Sunset Curve was a ghost band from the 90’s that popped into your life one night when you were helping your best friend Julie clean up her mother’s studio.

2 months earlier…

A text from Julie comes in when you’re doing your homework on your bed whilst watching reruns of Friends on your laptop. The show makes for good background noise, you find. “911!” Worry rises within you as you read the call-for-help text from your best friend. “U ok?” you text back. Three dots begin dancing on the screen, raising suspense. “Do u wanna come help me clean out mom’s studio? :( x” A soft smile plays at your lips whilst more dots appear. “Don’t think I can do it by myself.” You close the Netflix app on your laptop and get up to put some proper pants on. You had the habit to kick your jeans off the second you got home. Prancing around in your underwear after a tough day at school has become one of your favorite things to do, but Julie might not appreciate that too much, nor would the neighbors. “OMW!” you quickly text back and hop into your Vans before heading down to the Molina house. You find your best friend behind the grand piano, looking up at the chair-decorated ceiling of the shed. Something Julie’s mom did with a superstitious meaning you’d kind of forgotten. Neither you nor Julie believed it, to be fair. “Hey,” you greet softly, making her look at you. A smile appears on her lips, glad you’d be willing to come over and help. Like you’ve been so many times last year when her mother died. You’d be there to listen to her talk about all the memories with her mom, or to hug her as she cried because she missed her. This is just another part of the grieving process she needs to get through, and you’re there to hold her hand all the way through it. “Are you okay?” you ask, walking towards the piano and leaning your forearms on it. “Yeah, it’s just a little weird to be here…” she says as her eyes start scanning the entire space. “There are so many memories of her in here.” Her fingers glide across the piano keys. “Yeah, I know,” you whisper, not wanting to bring up anything that might hurt her. You remember the days you’d come over to play with Julie and you’d hear her mom singing in her studio. You remember when you’d make music together with Carrie and her dad and Julie’s mom. There are so many unfinished songs about bunnies and puppies from when you were kids, and even some more recent ones about the person you had a crush on or about that boy that broke your heart when you were fifteen. Those songs are now stored away in the back of your mind, waiting for the day Julie would start singing again. Along with all those memories you put on tape. “Let’s get crackin’!” you tap the top of the piano in a rhythmic beat before stepping away and holding out your hands for Julie to take. The girl gets up from the stool behind the piano and carefully places her hand in yours. You pull her away from the piano and halt in the middle of the garage, looking up to the loft that suddenly seems very looming. Both of you know whatever’s up there is the ghost of a musician’s past, and not even Julie’s mom’s. No, all the instruments up there are from the people that used to live here. Julie never told you, but you’re certain Carrie’s dad used to live here when he was a child and sold his parents’ house to Julie’s parents when they died. You’d noticed the way Trevor always stood in the doorway, glancing around with soft eyes and a tender smile tugging at his lips. Almost like he’s reminiscing about his past. Besides, he’s accidentally slipped up a few times when talking about his childhood, saying he used to play around here with some of his buddies. No one else ever mentioned it, so you didn’t either. There’s probably a good reason for him not to speak about his past in too much detail. You climb up the stairs first and step up on the wooden floor, letting your eyes scan over all the junk up here. Keyboards, old guitars, drumsticks, even an entire drum kit, along with bags and backpacks, all strewn around the place. “Y/N,” Julie’s voice makes you snap out of your thoughts. You look down to find Julie still on the stairs, half of her body in he loft. She’s holding a CD up to show you. “Sunset Curve?” you read aloud from the black CD case. “Never heard of that band.” “Let’s give it a listen?” she suggests and after receiving an agreeing nod from you, she climbs down again, followed by yourself. She places the CD into the stereo whilst you sit down on the couch. Julie presses play and joins you. “1-2-3 Take off, last stop Countdown till we blast open the top Face first, full charge--” The music fades away as it’s overpowered by a loud screeching noise. You look over at Julie, who has her hands up to her ear to cover them from the noise. Your eyebrows knit together, confused as to what’s happening. It might just be a fault in the production of the song? Or maybe a scratch on the CD? Before you can even come up with a decent reason, a bright flash lights up the entire garage, followed by a loud thud. And, when you look up, you find three boys in the middle of the studio, scrambling up from where they’d come down harshly. You and Julie quickly get up from the couch, wanting to take a closer look at the scene in front of you. “Woah! How did we get back here?” One of them says, confused about his surroundings. Julie lets out an ear-piercing scream before running out of the garage, leaving you with those three boys. You have no clue what’s happening, and you don’t know what to do either. Should you run and hide like Julie? Or should you just wait and see if they have a reason for being here? “Hello!” one of them yells excitedly, making you snap out of your train of thoughts. It’s the dark-haired boy with the red flannel tied around his waist that’s talking to you. “I’m sorry, who are you and what are you doing in our studio?” Your eyes widen at this. They think this is their studio? “I-I’m… I’m sorry, gimme a second,” you say, holding up your finger. The boy nods curtly before you dash out of there too, running up to Julie’s room with the question haunting your head ‘Who are they? And why do they think it’s their studio?’ After a while, you and Julie pluck up the courage to go back into the garage, armed with a cross since Julie’s positive they’re ghosts. Turns out they are. They -- along with Google -- explain they’re three ghosts that used to be in a band called Sunset Curve and that they died after eating bad hotdogs in ‘95. Luke, Reggie and Alex introduce themselves to you, and from that moment on, you’re certain these three ghost boys will change your life forever. And they do.

Present day

To say your life has changed since the day those boys came into your life is an understatement. It went from studying while watching Friends in your room to going out to their gigs almost every Saturday and sitting in on their rehearsals every day after school. You, along with Julie, have grown very close to the boys in the last five months. They’ve become your best friends you could talk to about everything and anything. But the most special connection you have, is with Reggie. Ever since that day, the boy hasn’t left you alone. Every time you’re at the Molina house, he’ll poof in, wherever you are. Whether you’re getting a drink or a snack in the kitchen, or you’d just come out of the bathroom, he’d be there. This caused a lot of heart attacks, but also a lot of deep conversations.

Especially if he came to your own house. This was mostly when he’d had a bad day or missed his old life or his parents. He’d poof into your room and just tell you to do whatever you were doing, that he just wanted to hang out. After a few times, you didn’t even ask anymore and he didn’t have to tell you to just continue whatever you were doing. Those nights even ended with the two of you cuddling, which is something you realized you could do for some unknown reason. But you liked it, so you didn’t think too much about it. Today is Friday, which means it’s the last big rehearsal before the boys and Julie have their gig tomorrow night. And though you’d much rather be there with them, you have to watch your little siblings for the night since your parents have gone out to a dinner party. You’re making some popcorn in the kitchen for all of you to munch on when watching a movie, when Reggie suddenly poofs in, making you jump. You hadn’t expected him to come in this early, which causes the worry to well up inside of you. Something must’ve happened. “Reg, you okay?” you ask in a hushed voice, glancing back at the kids in front of the tv. “No…” he murmurs, wringing his flannel in his hands. He looks sad, sadder than when he misses his old life, which means something really bad must’ve happened. “Gimme a second,” you say and turn to leave the kitchen. Reggie smiles a little as those words remind him of the first words you ever said to them. “Kids, it’s time for bed!” Moans and whines come from the little kids on the sofa, protesting their early bedtime. “No complaining! Chop chop!” you rushed them up the stairs before returning to the kitchen. “Get yourself comfy on the couch, I’m just gonna put them to bed real quick, okay?” Reggie nods agreeingly and watches you walk away again. He grabs the bowl of popcorn you’d prepared and takes it into the living room. Even though he can’t eat, he’d want you to snack on it since you’re the one that made it. “Sorry it took so long. They can be really stubborn sometimes,” you exhale frustratedly as you plop onto the couch next to Reggie. “Now, tell me, what’s going on?” “So, I suggested to Luke we’d try this song I wrote a while ago,” he starts solemnly. “Home is Where My Horse is?” you ask, remembering him writing that up in your room. You’d even helped him on some verses. “Yes, that one! But he just rejected it… Again!” he sighs exasperatedly, throwing his head back on the backrest of the couch. “Yelled at him that he didn’t appreciate my talent and just poofed out,” he chuckles airily, and you do too. “I’m sorry Luke isn’t more open to your creativity, Reg… I really wish I could help you somehow, if I knew something I--” you stop in your tracks as an idea pops into your head. “What is it, Y/N?” he asks, getting excited as it seems you have an idea. “What if we film you singing the song and upload it on YouTube?” you suggest, eyes twinkling at the idea alone. He nods excitedly at first, but then slows down when he realizes he has no clue what you’re talking about. “What’s a YouTube?” he asks. You let out a giggle before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the dining table where you’d left your laptop. You open it on the site and show him the home page filled with different types of recommended videos. “It’s a platform where people can post videos of whatever they like. A lot of artists use it for their music videos nowadays. It’s where I posted ‘Edge of Great’ a few weeks ago,” you explain.

He peers at the screen with wide, intrigued eyes. You then lean forward and type in ‘Queen don’t stop me now’ before hitting enter. Reggie’s eyes widen even more as you press play on the music video.

“I could film you with my dad’s equipment and edit the whole thing together and upload it. At least then the world will see how truly talented you are and maybe Luke might change his mind too?” He eagerly nods his head in agreement, getting excited about the whole idea. Besides him being able to prove to his band that his country songs are worth taking a second look at, it’s also a good opportunity for you to test out some new techniques.

So, on Saturday, the two of you get up at the crack of dawn -- or you do since ghosts don’t really sleep -- and make your way down to the riding club your little brother goes for riding classes. You’re acquainted with the owners, so they’ll let you film whatever you need around there. Doesn’t even matter if it looks like you’re not filming anything. “Okay, you ready?” you mutter as you set up the first scene. He’s currently sitting on a picnic bench with his guitar in his lap and the stables in the background. Your camera is set up in front of Reggie with the stable doors on each side of his head, perfectly balanced. You simply nod your head curtly as his ‘action’ sign. He immediately starts strumming his guitar and singing out his self-made words. “Home, what is it really? Sometimes it’s a someone and not a place, It’s that feeling of being safe, It’s about who you’re with at the end of the day…” You spent the entire day running around the ranch, letting Reggie sing his song multiple times in different locations. You even film a couple of nature shots to edit in later. This is just going to be the greatest music video you’ve ever made, and it’s all thanks to Reggie. Your Sunday is spent behind your laptop, editing Reggie’s footage until it’s turned into a somewhat coherent video. “Hey!” Reggie poofs into your room late that night. “Where’ve you been? You missed movie night!” he asks, worry laced in his voice. You don’t even take your eyes off your screen. It’s almost finished just a few more… Yes! “I just finished editing your video! Wanna see?” He nods his head excitedly, so you make some room for him on the chair you’re sitting on. He seems hesitant at first, but eventually sits down on the very edge. Your entire side that’s touching his tingles. It’s always been a weird feeling to touch him, but this is from an entirely new calibre. You rewind the video and press play. There’s a shot of the surrounding nature at first and some horses galloping in the distance whilst the strumming of his guitar floats out of the laptop. Then the camera pans to Reggie on the picnic bench with his guitar. “Home, what is it really? Sometimes it’s a someone and not a place, It’s that feeling of being safe, It’s about who you’re with at the end of the day… and for me” The picture changes to Reggie looking out into the meadows, watching the horses frolic around in the grass with a couple of shots of him playing his guitar as he’s walking along with the horses. “Home is where my horse is! Riding through trees by the river Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger Home is where my horse is Don’t need a house or a roof I just put on the saddle, lace up my boots Cuz home is where my horse is” In the next few shots, you’re even in it. Reggie had grabbed your camera and placed it on the grass before grabbing your hand and pulling you out into the meadow with him to dance. It probably looked most ridiculous to any bystanders, but the footage is too pretty not to use. You can just about see two silhouettes dancing around over the grass with a flare of sunlight breaking in and giving it a magical flair. “I don’t need the streets Don’t need the city lights I don’t need a fancy car I just hop on my horse and ride” You’d filmed a couple of the riders too, since Reggie himself couldn’t really ride a horse seeing he’s a ghost and everything. But it made for some good footage to set the scene of the song properly. “Home is where my horse is! Riding through trees by the river Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger Home is where my horse is I see the beautiful beast running up to me And I know I’m home” The song ends and the screen fades to black, Reggie vanishing as he looks out into the meadow again. You look up at real-life ghost Reggie with expectant eyes. He’s just staring at the black screen for a moment, mouth ajar and eyes wide. “Woah!” he finally mutters. “That was amazing, Y/N! Show me that again!” he exclaims excitedly. Of course you oblige and show him again. This time, he points out everything he loved. “This is my favorite part!” he says, pointing at the screen as the two of you are shown dancing. You can’t help but smile at how excited he gets over this collaboration. “So, can I upload it?” you ask when the screen fades again. “What?! Of course! Put it on the Tube-thing!” he claps his hands excitedly and watches as you open the site and start the upload on the Julie and The Phantoms channel. You had edited their Edge of Great video when Ray asked your father to help him film, so you pretty much had the right to do this, even if Julie might say otherwise. “There we go! It’s set to upload in about five minutes!” you say and turn to Reggie, almost forgetting how close he’s sitting until he’s literally mere inches away. You can actually feel his hot breath tickling your lips. A wave of warmth rushes through you when you catch his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes and back again. “You’re really talented, you know that?” You simply hum in response to this compliment, not that you agree with him, but you don’t know what else to do. You’re completely frozen in place. His eyes are so pretty up close. They’re the most beautiful shade of green you have ever seen, especially with that twinkle in them. “Can I kiss you?” his soft voice makes you snap out of your thoughts about those dreamy eyes. “Wh--what?” you stutter, hoping you did hear that right, but not wanting to assume. “C-can I kiss you?” he repeats, his voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah.” Your voice wavers ever so slightly. Reggie’s eyes flutter close as he leans in to press his lips to yours. There’ve been times you dreamed about doing this, but you never thought you’d actually be able to kiss him. The ability to touch him was a surprise and a miracle, you didn’t think this would be possible too. A bleep coming from your computer causes you to pull away abruptly. You just about catch the smile on Reggie’s face before you turn to the screen, madly blushing yourself. “It’s ready to go!” you state excitedly and start typing up a description for the video. “What are you doing?” he asks, peering over your shoulder. “Typing up a little description for the fans, or whoever watches,” you reply as your fingers stilt for a second to think about what else to write. “Home is Where My Horse is, a Reggie original. Written and performed by your favorite bassist, Reggie Peters. Filmed and edited by Y/N Y/L/N. Special thanks to Hold Your Reins Ranch.” He reads the little text aloud. “Nice,” he nods his head, impressed by your abilities with this foreign platform. “And we’re live!” you inform him as you have pressed the post button. “Thanks, Y/N,” he says with a soft smile, making you look at him again. “I’m just gonna kiss you again, is that okay?” You nod your head before closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him again. This is not what you’d expected to come from this project, but you’re glad it had. This feels right. That night, you send Julie a message with the link to the video. “Give the boy a chance. This is an actual bop!” you sent along with it. You’re a little scared you might’ve overstepped and shouldn’t have suggested making this video for Reggie and you definitely shouldn’t have posted it to the Julie and The Phantoms YouTube channel. It probably wasn’t your place to mingle into a band conflict, but you couldn’t handle seeing Reggie so upset.

“Get ur talented ass to the studio. NOW,” Julie’s text reads. It sounds a little passive-aggressive, but you still obey and hop into some pants and shoes before heading down the other end of the street where the Molina house stands. “‘Sup, kids?” you say when you find the boys and Julie on the couch, throwing up a peace sign. The bubbliness might camouflage the nerves building up inside you. “Care to explain yourself, miss Y/L/N?” Julie starts with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. You glance over at Reggie. He’s glancing down at the rings around his fingers. “I’m sorry, Jules. But I really think you ought to give this boy and his horse a chance!” you aggressively point at the boy in question, whose head snaps up at this. Now he’s looking at you with a scared, yet tendered expression on his face. “I was joking, babes,” Julie mutters, holding her hands up in defense. “We didn’t think you’d react this defensive over this…” Your eyebrows knit together as confusion takes over you. “Wh-what do you mean?” you question. “Your video has been viewed over a thousand times already and it’s only been up for about two hours, Y/N,” Julie explains and turns her laptop for you to see the view count at 1,327. Your breath hitches in your throat at the large number. That’s how many people have seen your work? I mean, you would’ve watched it that many times in a row yourself because that song is actually amazing. These people are stupid for not giving it a chance earlier. “Woah, Reg! That’s a lot of people hearing your song!” you exclaim excitedly. The boy gets up from the couch and walks over to you with a proud smile on his face. “Actually….” he starts and scrolls down on the laptop. You taught him how to do that. “They’re loving your camerawork and editing!” He shows you all the comments underneath the video. The reactions are divided evenly between praise for the song and praise for your work. “Wha--” your eyes dart from Reggie to Alex, then to Luke and Julie. “We had a band meeting and we want you to become our band’s official videographer,” Alex announces with that soft smile of his plastered on his lips. Your mouth drops in disbelief. You’ve always loved videography and editing, but you always saw it as something fun, not as an official band thing. After months of sitting in rehearsals and watching gigs, you’re finally going to be part of the band. Or close enough to being a part of the band. “What do you say, babe?” Reggie asks when you’ve been quiet for a good minute. Luke and Alex exchange glances at the sudden use of pet names. That’s new. “I mean, it could be cool?” you shrug humbly. The band cheers, Alex and Luke even high five. Before you can even go over to hug Julie, Reggie’s already cupped your face and crashes his lips to yours. You’ll never get used to that feeling. “That’s new,” you hear Alex say when the two of you pull away. You need a good second to cool it after that passionate kiss, but once you do, you beckon the others over for a group hug. “Thank you, guys,” you whisper and press a kiss to Julie’s hair as a thank you. From that day on, you’re not only known as the Julie and The Phantoms videographer, but also as the cute bassist’s girlfriend. To say your life has drastically changed since meeting these boys would be the understatement of the year.

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littlespoonevan · 4 years

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pick me up and take me home again

Ahh so I’ve been planning to write this for ages and I finally decided to start it - very ironically - about an hour before the 10x06 deleted scenes dropped lmao. So here’s some outsider pov on mickey and ian’s relationship as everyone reacts to mickey being released from prison and back in the gallagher house!

title comes from 400 lux by lorde

I hope you like it :)

Liam first remembers hearing Mickey’s name when Ian disappears right before Monica dies. He wasn’t supposed to hear, he doesn’t think, since Lip and Fiona had been whisper-yelling at each other. But Fiona had said “When does Ian ever think things through when Mickey’s involved?” and it’d made him curious.

“Who’s Mickey?”

He remembers how they’d both abruptly cut off, turning to stare at him like they were both at a loss for words until Fiona had finally said Mickey used to be Ian’s boyfriend when Liam was a toddler.

Liam had wracked his brain after that, trying to picture him but he could only remember vague snatches of a person. Ian had come home a couple of days later anyway, looking sad even though no one had told him about Monica yet. When they’d been in their room that night Liam had climbed up onto Ian’s bed and said he couldn’t remember who Mickey was and then immediately regretted it when Ian had looked like he was about to cry.

But he’d smiled a little after a moment and took out his phone, scrolling for a second before he’d handed it to Liam. The person in the picture with Ian had looked familiar in the same way you recognise an actor in a movie sometimes but have no idea why. He was pale with black hair and shorter than Ian and he was grinning in the picture with Ian’s arm around his neck, flipping the camera off.

“He looks familiar,” Liam had offered because Ian still looked sad and Ian’s smile had gotten a little brighter then.

He doesn’t hear Mickey’s name again until the day after Ian goes to prison when Lip gets off the phone with him and announces with a disbelieving laugh that Mickey is Ian’s cellmate.

“How the hell did that happen?” Fiona had asked, eyes wide with surprise, and Carl had been the one to answer.

“Mickey’s gone to jail for Ian before,” he’d said like it was obvious. “He loves him.”

Liam has never actually seen Mickey in person – at least, not that he can remember – so he doesn’t exactly expect it when he goes into the kitchen one evening and finds his brother at the stove with his arms wrapped around someone decidedly shorter than him with black hair. It has to be Mickey.

Liam watches from the living room entryway for a minute. Ian’s grinning in a way he hasn’t since he’s come home, hands on Mickey’s hips, and Mickey’s leaning against the counter, rubbing his hands over Ian’s arms and looking up at him with a smirk.

“Still can’t fucking believe you’re standin’ in front of me,” Ian says quietly but still loud enough for Liam to hear. “Missed you,” he adds, kissing Mickey’s lips and then the side of his face.

Liam raises his eyebrows – he’s never seen Ian like this. He’d met Trevor and he’d been nice enough but Ian had never been…in love around him.

Mickey laughs, draping his arms over Ian’s shoulders and loosely linking his fingers together at the back of Ian’s neck. He looks like he’s about to reply when his eyes catch on Liam standing in the doorway and he pauses. His eyes flick to Ian again and it’s enough to make Ian turn around.

Ian smiles when he notices Liam but Liam doesn’t miss the fact that his cheeks are red. “Hey buddy! We were just gonna make some food. Have you eaten yet?”

Liam shakes his head, ambling into the kitchen and hauling himself up into one of the seats at the breakfast bar.

“Mac and cheese good with you?” Ian asks him and Liam nods absently, watching Mickey. There’s the vaguest sense of recognition in the back of his mind, flashes of memories he can’t really grasp.

“You’re Mickey,” he says without preamble and Mickey huffs out a laugh, looking from Ian to him.

“Yeah,” he replies. “You’ve gotten big, kid.”

It’s weird that Mickey can remember him so clearly but he can’t do the same.

Ian’s grinning as he listens to their little exchange, dumping the box of macaroni into the pot. “Liam doesn’t really remember much from before,” he explains and Mickey raises an eyebrow at Liam as if looking for confirmation.

“Probably for the best,” he snorts.

“Ian showed me a picture,” Liam supplies.

“Oh yeah?” Mickey asks, cutting an extremely amused look at Ian. “When was this?”

“When he went to visit you that time,” Liam says, blinking in confusion when both Ian and Mickey freeze. He doesn’t really understand why – especially why Ian looks like a deer caught in the headlights. When the silence gets awkward, Mickey clears his throat.

“He did, huh?” he says softly and Liam hopes Ian doesn’t think he’s being subtle when his hand wraps around Mickey to squeeze his hip as he pretends to still pay attention to the boiling pasta.

Liam nods uncertainly. “Yeah. He was all sad ‘cause he missed you.”

It’s the right thing to say because Mickey gets a quiet smile on his face and his hand settles over Ian’s on his hip.

“He’s missed you since he came home too,” Liam adds as a further attempt at damage control, making Ian groan and give him a look.

“Oh my god, Liam,” he says long-sufferingly but Mickey laughs.

“Y’know what, kid, you were always my favourite Gallagher,” Mickey tells him with a smirk, shoving Ian when he tries to elbow him in the ribs.

And Liam finds himself smiling, if not for the fact that his brother is so happy then for the sense of familiarity he feels right now. A lot of people come through this house but not many slot into their lives so comfortably. He can feel the fact that Mickey has a place here though, even if he can’t remember it.

He thinks he might like having him around.

Tami is just getting used to the madness that is the Gallagher house when Ian’s convict boyfriend suddenly shows up out of the blue one day, walking around like he’s always been there. And she doesn’t actually think she’s being unreasonable when she says she doesn’t want a criminal around her baby.

“You know Ian was in prison too, right?” Lip points out later that night when she voices her concerns.

“Jesus Christ, he set a van on fire he didn’t murder anyone,” she says dismissively, keeping her voice pitched low so she doesn’t disturb Freddie in her arms.

“Mickey didn’t either,” Lip says, expression thoughtful. “At least, I don’t think so.”

Tami widens her eyes at him in an attempt to convey the full effect of her incredulity without yelling at him. “Are you serious right now?” she hisses.

Lip holds his hands up in surrender, leaning back against the wall their bed is pushed against. “Hey, if anyone in this family’s hated Mickey it’s me but he’s not so bad now. Plus, he and Ian actually know how to take care of a baby so they’ll come in handy as babysitters. Way more reliable than Carl.”

She doesn’t even want to know why they know how to take care of a baby, ignoring Lip’s attempts to coax her onto the bed with gentle hands on her hips. She sits down on her side of the bed of her own accord, careful not to jostle Fred, and shoots Lip a glare she thinks makes very clear just what she’ll do to his balls if anything happens to her baby.

If the way Lip’s eyes widen marginally is anything to go by, she’s made her point.

It’s a couple of hours later when she’s up with Fred for his late-night feed that she hears voices. Opening their bedroom door as quietly as possible, she slips out onto the landing and recognises Ian’s and – who she guesses is Mickey’s – voices. When she hears them coming up the stairs she panics, quickly stepping into the bathroom and pushing the door shut until it’s just shy of closing. There’s still a sliver of light where she can make out Ian and Mickey coming to a stop outside Carl’s bedroom that she guesses is theirs now too.

“Can’t wait to share your fuckin’ single bed that barely fits one grown adult again,” Mickey is saying, one arm slung around Ian’s neck as he looks up at him, a cocky tilt to his mouth.

Ian lets out a quiet laugh and Tami sees his hands sliding over Mickey’s sides. “I mean it’s an upgrade from our last setup.”

“Uh huh,” Mickey retorts, gaze flicking between Ian’s eyes and his mouth. “Say that again when I punch you for hogging all the fuckin’ blankets.”

Tami can’t see Ian’s face really but she can hear the smirk in his voice. “You say that like you don’t use me as your own personal blanket, Milkovich.”

“Yeah, well I don’t got a choice, do I?” Mickey says. “Like I said, you fucking steal the blankets.” He finishes his sentence with a swift jab at Ian’s ribs but Ian only laughs, backing him up against the wall next to the bedroom door and drawing him into a kiss.

And it’s…unexpected, really. Just how weirdly playful and affectionate they are. They sound like a real couple and she knows they are but they sound fucking married or on their way there, at least.

“Come on, I’m beat,” Ian is saying then, stepping away from Mickey until only their hands are connected. “Let’s go to bed.”

Mickey smiles at him and it’s such a contrast to the grimace she’d seen him wearing earlier she wonders how she’s even looking at the same person.

She doesn’t realise they’re coming towards the bathroom until it’s too late and she curses under her breath, making for the door and opening it just before they reach it.

Ian stops short and Mickey bumps into his back. “Tami,” Ian says, sounding confused but still polite.

“I was just giving Fred his feed,” she says, forcing her voice to sound casual. “Didn’t wanna wake Lip.”

Ian nods vaguely and they stand there in awkward silence for a beat too long before Ian seems to remember Mickey at his back. He turns to look between him and Tami. “Hey, have you two met or-?”

“We’ve met,” Mickey replies and she expects some hostility there but Mickey doesn’t seem to be able to help the curve of his mouth when he meets Ian’s gaze.

“Cool,” Ian says and his smile brightens again as he looks at Tami. “Mick’s my boyfriend,” he explains unnecessarily.

Tami flashes them a smile at that and finds she’s not faking it. “I better put this little guy down again,” she says, nodding to Fred in her arms. “Night, guys.”

She returns to the quiet of her and Lip’s bedroom and carefully deposits Fred in his crib, silently thanking him for not blowing her cover earlier.

She’s certainly feeling enlightened after that little encounter.

Carl’s always had faith in Ian and Mickey.

He might be dumb about a lot of things but he knew what he was talking about when it came to those two. He remembers asking Ian years ago if he loved Mickey and Ian had said he liked how he smelled. Carl didn’t really get it at the time but he remembers cuddling with Bonnie not long after that and sort of just breathing her in and feeling this weird calm settle over him.

That’s when he knew Ian knew what the fuck he was talking about when it came to love.

And that the only reason he knew any of that was because of what he had with Mickey.

So he’s always known they’d end up together – even when everyone else didn’t.

He’d say he’s annoyed about having to share a room with them but they’re being surprisingly tame right now – he figures he’d made the right decision giving the bedroom a wide berth all day until he absolutely had to go to bed.

Besides, it’s not like he’s not used to it from the old days.

They’re only talking now, whispering back and forth, and Carl knows he shouldn’t be listening but he can’t really fucking help it when they’re in his room.

“Man, are we ever gonna fuckin’ sleep in a bed that actually fits both of us?” Mickey asks quietly and Carl can hear the soft laugh Ian lets out.

“We had it pretty sweet at your place for those few months,” Ian replies.

Mickey makes some kind of unintelligible noise and then, “You think if we report Terry to the cops on some bogus charges we could move back?”

Ian laughs again, louder this time but still attempting to keep his voice down, Carl thinks. “I’m gonna get us our own place one day and buy the biggest fucking bed, I swear to god.”

“Oh yeah?” Mickey asks, sounding amused, and then there’s the distinct noise of lips smacking together.

Weirdly, it makes Carl want to smile.

“Mhm,” Ian hums. “A king-size or a queen-size, whichever one’s bigger. I can’t remember.”

Mickey breathes out a noise that sounds like a laugh and Carl hears the covers shift. “You makin’ plans again?”

“You don’t want to come live with me in our own private space with a big bed?” Ian asks in that shit-eating voice Carl knows all too well from when Ian decides to be a pain in the ass. “Fine. I’ll go sleep in the big bed all by myself. Think I’ll get one of those memory foam mattresses.”

“Uh huh,” Mickey replies and Carl’s not sure but he sounds like he’s smiling. “How’re you plannin’ on paying for all of this, hotshot?”

“It’s a goal to work towards,” Ian says affably and Mickey hums before there’s more kissing noises.

And Carl is really fucking happy for them, if he’s being honest. He knows he doesn’t know all the ins and outs of their relationship but comparing this conversation to the tentative, quick conversations they used to have before with Mickey on the floor and Ian in his bed, it’s just really clear that they’ve finally got shit figured out.

He’s pretty sure no one else deserves it more.

Debbie’s always sort of been secretly rooting for Ian and Mickey.

Call it the hopeless romantic in her or that gene inside her that’s so desperate to cultivate anything approximating family but she’s always thought Ian found a home in Mickey. More importantly, she’s always thought Mickey found the same in him – which can’t really be said for any of the other Gallagher siblings’ relationships.

Still, she doesn’t really expect to see them like this.

She gets home from work the day after Mickey is released from prison and finds them on the couch. Ian’s wedged into the corner, back pressed into the spot where the armrest meets the back cushion, and Mickey’s leaning back against his chest, both of their legs propped up on the coffee table.

They offer her a, “Hey,” when she comes into the living room.

“Hey,” she replies amusedly. She’s pondered a lot of things about their relationship but she never thought Mickey would be the little spoon, regardless of their height difference.

But he looks ridiculously content in Ian’s arms, with Ian trailing his fingers up and down his arm while his other arm overlaps with Mickey’s across Mickey’s stomach.

“Whatcha watching?” she asks, perching on the edge of the armchair and trying not to stare too much at how comfortable they look.

“Some gameshow thing,” Ian replies, suggesting they probably hadn’t really been paying attention to it all that much.

She nods in acknowledgement, eyes on the screen for a minute until Mickey’s voice pulls her attention.

“What a fucking idiot,” he exclaims. “The answer is obviously C. Who let this fuckin’ clown on the show?”

She huffs a laugh and then has to bite back a squeal when she realises Ian’s stifling his own laugh by pressing his smile into Mickey’s hair.

And they’re just. So fucking cute.

And she doesn’t think they were ever really allowed to be that before. They’re probably long overdue a honeymoon phase that lasts at least a year. She decides to leave them be then, let them enjoy their own little bubble for a while.

But she thinks from now on, when she wants relationship advice, Ian and Mickey are gonna be her go-to.

The thing is, Lip knew about Ian and Mickey long before anyone else did.

Carl and Debbie – and even Fiona – only knew when it counted. When Mickey was there, sleeping on their floor and then Ian’s bed and convincing Ian to go to the hospital and then to take his meds. They only knew when Mickey was too worried about Ian to worry about what everyone else saw.

They never saw the bad shit. The way Ian withdrew into himself more and more when Mickey got engaged. The fucking bruises and Ian’s tears and Ian’s heartbreak and Lip knows, rationally, that most of that shit wasn’t Mickey’s fault. That he was as much a victim as Ian was. But when Lip’s little brother and best friend in the world is getting his heart ripped to shreds Lip doesn’t feel all that sympathetic.

Thing is though, he forgave Mickey for that a long time ago.

Like he said, when it counted, Mickey was there. And Lip would have to be fucking blind not to believe Mickey didn’t love Ian after all that, would have to be the stupidest person on the planet not to think every fibre of Mickey’s being was devoted to Ian.

So he knows they love each other. He knows that.

But he’s never really seen them actually be a couple before.

He’s in the kitchen, making up Fred’s bottle for him and Mickey and Ian are over by the washer and dryer, ostensibly washing the clothes Sandy dropped over from the Milkovich house. But really, Mickey’s sitting on the dryer with Ian standing between his legs and Lip is so fucking glad for once that he’s running on about three hours sleep because he doesn’t have the brain capacity to pay attention to how disgustingly soft they’re being.

They’re laughing about something, hands roaming all over each other’s torsos and Lip wonders idly if Mickey’s smile is really that bright or if he’s become so sleep-deprived that he’s started hallucinating.

“You still need to give me your list for Costco,” Ian is saying and what the actual fuck? Are they talking about groceries?

“Uh, well, soap and shampoo at least,” Mickey says sarcastically. “Even though you’ll probably conveniently forget it so I keep using yours.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” Ian snorts and Lip’s too curious not to look over as he sees Mickey give Ian a sceptical look.

“You think I don’t know about your little scent fetish?” Mickey says and Lip wants to bleach his brain. He hastily returns his attention to the bottle.

Ian splutters for a second before he laughs. “It’s not a fucking fetish, oh my god.”

“Uh huh,” Mickey retorts. “You think I don’t notice you fuckin’ inhaling my neck when we’re spooning?”

Okay, Lip has officially stumbled into a parallel universe where Mickey Milkovich is in his kitchen talking about spooning with his brother.

“I think I can control myself enough to let you use your own shampoo,” Ian scoffs and then, as far as Lip can tell, fucking proves Mickey’s point by dipping in to kiss the crook of Mickey’s neck. Or smell it, probably. Jesus, Lip needs to go.

Mickey starts laughing but it very quickly turns into a sharp inhale and Lip doesn’t stick around for anything else, just grabs the bottle and hightails up the back staircase to get Freddie from upstairs, right as he hears the dryer knock against the wall.

And despite the probable desecration of their family kitchen happening right now, he thinks it’s about time those two caught a break.

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #hoping the read more will be okay since it's not an ask #sorry this got long skajdhf

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 12 - Willie Alone

Summary: Sunset Curve AU, Willex, will he make it?, 5.2k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Day one down with no Caleb. Purple began to border the horizon. Hours of skating broken up with brief rests had Willie pretty tired. Sheldon seemed to be holding up pretty alright, even if he was stuck in the funny makeshift carrier Willie had made from a t-shirt to wrap around himself. Whatever town he’d stopped in was a little ways from the interstate, but it was nice being in a smaller place than a city for once. He actually couldn’t remember if he’d ever been to one.

Willie skated up to a cafe that doubled as an ice cream parlor and let Sheldon down on the ground. He hooked a leash to the cat’s collar but let it drag along the ground, knowing he would be followed. Entering the cafe, he sat at a table and leaned on its surface in exhaustion.

The night before already felt like so long ago. He’d spent all day debating whether it was smart to skate along the highway because it was an easier route to follow, or if he should take some back roads because they had less traffic and likely no cops. Seeing that shed light up was unforgettable. Willie hadn’t watched too many movies since he’d lost his memories, but it was a moment that had definitely felt like he was in one. Did he count as a fugitive now? He sort of liked the flavor of mystery and adventure that came with it.

Sheldon was up on his hind legs, pawing at Willie’s knees to let him climb up. Sitting back so his cat could leap into his lap, Willie cradled him with one arm. He thought about getting some ice cream and realized that he already missed the chamoy candy from Escobar’s bodega. It would’ve been nice to have a few more snacks on him. He’d get something in a little bit - standing up was going to make him feel sore.

He wondered how Alex was doing. He’d chosen to go to L.A. in the hopes of at least finding him and the rest of his friends. That sense of closeness and familiarity that Willie had felt when they were at the Pearl had become everything to him. Even Julie and Flynn would be great to meet again - in fact, he wished he could give them something in return for allowing him the second chance he’d needed to find Alex. Then he could figure out where to go from there.

Finally getting up from his seat, he approached the counter for some ice cream, leaving Sheldon held down by putting a chair leg through the leash handle. A girl who looked too young to be working there came to serve him.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” she said politely.

Willie looked down at all the flavors underneath the glass. What he wanted to do was climb inside and get the cool-off he really needed.

“Uhhh...how about the - ” his eyes narrowed to be sure he was getting it right. “ - the swass?” As far as he could see it claimed to be a white chocolate flavor with cayenne pepper in it. He’d never heard of a spicy ice cream before.

The girl giggled behind the glass.

“How many scoops?” she asked, barely containing laughter.

“Two scoops, in a waffle cone,” he said, watching as she got it prepared. “What’s so funny?”

They traded hands as she gave him the cone and he gave her cash.

“Swass is short for sweaty ass. It’s a summer special.”

Willie snorted and laughed along with her.

“Nice!” he said, pointing a finger to accentuate the word. She held a handful of coins out to him. “Don’t worry about it, keep the change.”

Mood now lifted by his ‘swass’ ice cream (which was surprisingly delicious once he began licking it), he went back to the table. Sheldon kept watching him, eyes hungry for the unfamiliar substance. Willie watched in mild entertainment for a moment as he continued eating. Then he got the idea to move the ice cream around, seeing Sheldon’s eyes follow wherever it went. It made him giggle.

Holding the cone within reach of Sheldon’s face, he let the cat sniff at it for a moment before daring to take a lick. After a few more licks, Sheldon sat back with his mouth wide open in shock, and Willie felt bad for laughing.

“Did you get a brain freeze, buddy?”

Sheldon looked betrayed, and crawled underneath the chair and began cleaning his face. Some noise caught Willie’s attention and he looked up to see a small TV set up in a corner of the cafe. The news was on, and while he couldn’t clearly make out what was being said, he saw footage of a building in flames while a fire department was trying to put it out. Fear clenched in his chest as he recognized it. Lifting Sheldon’s leash, he immediately got up from his chair and headed out the door.

So avoiding public places was going to be the plan from now on. He didn’t know what was being told on that news story but considering that was definitely the shed from behind Caleb’s place...arson had awful consequences, and Willie didn’t like his odds. It certainly put a wedge in his plan to find shelter, but he could get creative.

Grabbing his board, Willie skated through the streets and checked out his best options while finishing his ice cream. It was getting late, and businesses were closing quickly. He didn’t fancy staying anywhere outside, mostly for the safety of his cat. After getting a good look around the town (or most of it at least), Willie had to pick between the movie theater or the laundromat.

He thought of trying the theater. The seats would be perfect to sleep in, and the dark stillness of an empty theater at night sounded so relaxing. But there was the question of getting in without having to buy a ticket or being kicked out after a movie was finished. That was likely to cause enough fuss with the employees for them to identify him. Scratch that off the list.

Willie made his way to the laundromat, albeit unwillingly. It was the only place open for twenty-four hours with no one to bother him about why he was there. As he went inside with Sheldon, he peered up at the yellow lights. There had to be a dark corner somewhere. A handful of loads were going, and they were all spread out so that the noise would bother him no matter what. However, a door toward the back caught his attention and he checked to see if it was locked.

To his surprise, it opened to reveal an empty office. He flipped on the light to get a better look. There was only a desk, chair, and empty bookshelves, as if whatever it was used for had been decommissioned or moved elsewhere. Dragging a finger over the desk, a layer of dust came off. The room didn’t look like anyone would check for a person in there, so Willie decided it was where he’d make camp.

Luckily enough, there was a lost and found area with the laundry of people who’d somehow forgotten to pick up their loads. Finding a blanket in the pile, Willie made sure Sheldon was inside the office with him before turning the light out and shutting the door. It blocked out the noise of the machines well enough. Using his backpack as a pillow, he laid down and pulled the blanket over him as best he could and sighed.

Thinking back to earlier when he’d celebrated being a fugitive...well, it certainly had its cons. As Sheldon nestled on top of his legs, Willie chuckled softly and tried to focus on falling asleep. The backwards dream was bound to happen again, and he wondered if anything about it would change now that he knew what it was really about. Aside from his memories of Alex and his dad, it was the best motivator he had now. He closed his eyes and let the sound of purring lull him to sleep.

Day three without Caleb. Note to self: never underestimate the amount of sunscreen, food and water needed on a trip, and bring a map. Packing light was a mistake. Willie was avoiding the highway now, but had taken a wrong turn somewhere after passing through that small town and thought he’d found somewhere to get back on track, but only ended up more turned around than ever. Now he was skating for miles on some back road with no cars or civilization in sight and was getting worried. He was rationing the water between him and Sheldon, and now that it was high afternoon and the July sun was beating down, he was worried. The food he had packed for himself was already gone, and he was pretty sunburnt.

He’d originally decided not to hitchhike because he didn’t want to be recognized and turned in, but now he was considering it was safer than wherever he was right then. If the laundromat had been rough, rest stops were much less desirable to sleep in.

Slowing his board down, he moved to the side of the road for a minute and set Sheldon down on the ground so they could both stretch their legs. These past few days had been hard, but he was determined to never go back to Caleb. He felt more like himself and a new person all at once, more than he had ever felt since he’d lost his memories. Even with desperation creeping under his skin, he didn’t regret it one bit. Sheldon rubbed against his legs and Willie opened his backpack and dug for some food.

“Here you go, buddy,” he murmured, laying the food down and massaging the back of the cat’s neck. “You sure are handling this better than me.”

All he got in response was content purring. Willie was grateful he wasn’t entirely alone. It wasn’t a usual thing for cats to travel, right? He wondered what made Sheldon so special.

Pulling out his water bottle, Willie saw that it was down to a mere gulp. As if to punctuate his disappointment, his stomach growled loudly. This was beginning to feel like more than a low point. The pain and fatigue started increasing as he sat in the dust, the notion of how lost he was settling in uncomfortably. Shaking the water bottle, Sheldon perked up and watched him pour some into his hand before licking it up.

Finishing the last of it, Willie was hardly satisfied. It was better than nothing. The heat was getting unbearable, though, and with how tired he felt it was a hard debate whether he should take a nap or keep trying to find shelter.

Stubbornly trying not to imagine the worst, Willie reminded himself of his goal. Find Alex, find somewhere to stay, and play it by ear from there. He even teased the thought of finding out if he still had a family. That didn’t sound likely, especially with the amnesia factored in, but this was the first time he could dare to dream bigger than the small life he’d had back in Vegas. If he did make it, it was all worth the strain he was feeling right now.

If - such a laconic, dooming word.

His legs felt too much like jelly to attempt riding again, though, and he pulled Sheldon into his lap. The cat made a few funny chirping noises at him.

“Sorry, buddy, I’m too tired,” he apologized. All the rubs against his shirt couldn’t renew his strength fast enough. Willie felt tears well up in his eyes and he couldn’t tell if they were from fear or exhaustion. Only a couple fell and immediately dried on his face.

He tried summoning the memory of Alex’s eyes, letting the ocean waves bring hope in a dire attempt to fight everything else. Their rhythm and focus remained preserved so well in his mind. If the world was made of hard, painful, unbearable things, Alex was the softness of respite. From bandaging his hand to running his fingers through his hair in comfort, there was a gentleness that made Willie believe in something greater than one day in Sin City. The waves grew and he dreamed of being washed clean and refreshed and like he could leave his soul at the shore forever and never be hurt.

They crashed over him again and again, like a lullaby. The sensation dulled the pain until he was numb. Nothing remained but the beautiful sea of green before him.

Willie didn’t know when he passed out or for how long, but he was jolted awake by feeling his body hitch up and down, like he’d gone over a bump. He heard the running of an engine and opened his eyes. A window beside him was down, and he looked directly into his own reflection in the rearview mirror of a truck. Turning to his left, he saw a person at the steering wheel through bleary eyes.

“Dad?” he muttered thoughtlessly.

“Sorry,” the voice of an older woman spoke. “Not your dad.”

Willie only blinked as he tried to orient himself. The woman had salt and pepper hair styled in a mullet and looked coarse from years of hard work.

“Pardon me for being blunt, but what the hell were you doing out there?” she rebuked. “With a cat!”

He immediately sat up in alarm, looking for Sheldon.

“He’s fine,” she assured. Willie nodded as he saw the cat sitting on top of a blanket in the back seat next to his skateboard.

“It’s a complicated story,” he told her.

“I bet it’s complicated,” she muttered in slight consternation.

There was a few minutes of silence as Willie’s mind tried to understand where he was.

“Don’t try to thank me,” the woman began speaking again. “It was only so easy to put you up in my truck after I saw you had no water, no food, nothing but a few changes of clothes and a wad of cash.”

“Thank you,” Willie said, embarrassed he hadn’t said it quicker.

“I said don’t thank me; I could’ve taken all your cash.”

He looked at her anxiously until her lip curled.

“Don’t worry, you’ve still got all of it.”

This lady was abrasive, but at least she was kind.

“I’m Bessie,” she said. “And if the name is right in your wallet, you’re William. Bet you go by Willie though.”

“How did you guess?”

“You don’t look like a William kind a’ kid.”

It was amazing how she could hold his attention so well without taking her eyes away from the road. Her intelligence was effective. It kind of made him smile.

“You hungry?” she asked. Her head nodded in the direction of a bag sitting between them. He smelled chicken and he hesitated for a moment, eyes darting between the food and her. “Go on, you can have some. I can eat more when we get to Roy’s.”

“Who’s Roy?” Willie asked, carefully pulling out a chicken wing and biting into it.

“It’s a motel. Me and my husband own it. And it looks like you’ll be our only guest tonight.”

“Oh,” he said through a mouthful of food.

“I apologize, but you need a shower,” she told him, wrinkling her nose. Willie only continued to chew in silence and bowed his head. He’d forgotten about that while he’d been focused on skating his way to freedom.

“So where is this motel at?” he asked after a few moments.

“It’s in Amboy. We’re a little ghost town out here. There’s only five of us, the rest are tourists. Sometimes we get Harrison Ford coming through.”

Willie raised his eyebrows, guessing it was impressive trivia. There were numerous names people used that he seemed to be expected to know, but unfortunately most of them he couldn’t keep track of. He silently ate his chicken, relishing in the taste.

“We’re almost there, so just sit tight and keep eating,” Bessie said.

He noticed she hadn’t mentioned anything about recent news, and while it was possible she knew about it, Willie didn’t think she would hold back her commentary if she did. He decided not to bring it up.

Not even ten minutes later they pulled up to the retro motel. Movement was agony, every bit of his exposed skin on fire. Sheldon lifted his head and meowed in curiosity as Willie opened the back door to get his things. Pulling his backpack over his shoulder, he scooped up Sheldon with one arm and grabbed his board with the other. He felt nervous claws immediately dig into his shoulder and he tried to soothe his cat the best he could.

“Shhh, buddy, it’s okay,” he whispered. It was a good thing he had a leash on.

“I have never seen a cat travelling with a skater before,” Bessie said as he followed her into Roy’s. “The things you get in this little town.”

She took him up to the main desk and pulled out a reservation book, licking her finger to turn the pages.

“Alright, let’s get you a room,” she murmured.

“I can pay to stay here,” Willie said shakily. She’d practically saved his life, and he hadn’t exactly counted how much he took from Caleb, but added onto his own money it was quite a stash. Bessie looked at him thoughtfully.

“If you insist,” she surrendered without argument.

Sheldon was sniffing everything and peering around, obviously wanting to explore.

“You can put him down for a minute, I’ll keep an eye on him,” Bessie told Willie, handing him a key and a bottled substance after he let Sheldon go. “You get yourself washed up and put this aloe on. I suggest you stay for a few days at least so those burns don’t get worse.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Willie heard himself say. Too late, he reconsidered the use of ‘ma’am’ but Bessie only smirked and shook her head. He wondered how often she picked up strangers and set them up at her motel, because she was so well prepared. Glancing at his cat, who was content to swat at some flies that had made their way inside, he went toward the room that matched the number on the key.

Showering hurt, even with cold water, but Willie tried to bear it as best he could. At least applying the aloe wasn’t too bad. He was glad he hadn’t skated with his shirt off because it wouldn’t have been any fun to try reaching certain parts of his back. Looking out the window of his room as he got dressed, the sunset was in its late stages. For a while, he simply sat on his bed and hugged his knees to his chest, watching it go down.

Now that he had time to slow down, Willie felt a huge weight finally lift off of his shoulders. He hadn’t been allowing himself to think about it as much since he was so focused on being on the move and trying to stay safe while he had Sheldon with him. Actually, he didn’t even remember when he’d crossed state lines. But he felt a little safer now. Caleb didn’t care enough to come after him all the way out here, he didn’t think. Burning down the shed had been a little dramatic, he admitted, but once people forgot the news it was probably miniscule in Caleb’s eyes compared to everything Willie had lost.

For a minute, a ball of anger grew inside his chest and Willie closed his eyes and breathed deeply in an attempt to cool it down. It was probably a good idea to take Bessie’s advice and stay a while since he was being given the opportunity. He got up and went back out to see how Sheldon was.

The cafe was quiet except for Bessie speaking on the phone with someone. Sheldon was near the cafe counter where someone had set out a bowl of water and a can of tuna. Willie went over to him and knelt down to pet him. Any motion was still a pain, but he made himself ignore it. Footsteps sounded from behind the counter and Willie looked up to see a large man with a mustache peering down at them. He appeared to be from somewhere in the Pacific Islands.

“You’ve got a nice cat,” the man said.

“Thanks,” Willie replied with a small smile as he continued running his hand from head to tail.

“Can I get you some water?”

“Oh...uh, yeah, thanks.” It was going to take a while to get used to people being kind. As the man left briefly and returned with a glass, Willie graciously took it and sat at a table. Like that, the man had disappeared and he almost questioned whether he’d actually been there.

He saw the napkins on the table and pulled one out of the dispenser. The only thing he’d actually learned how to make with origami was those little frogs, and he never seemed to use a proper piece of paper when he got the urge. Now, he didn’t have anyone to gift it to if he did make one. He sure wasn’t going to hand one to Bessie.

Just as he thought that, she came over to sit across from him.

“So what’s the plan, kid?” she asked, folding her hands casually.

Willie looked at her for a moment, unsure what to explain.

“Come on, something’s gotta motivate you to be going cross country on a skateboard,” she pointed out.

“Well,” he sighed. “I’m trying to get to Los Angeles.”

“And the bus just didn’t do it for you?”

Willie sat back, dumbfounded. Part of him knew that there were bus routes across the states, but he just hadn’t remembered that.

“Yeah, so fun fact about me: I only have a year and a half of memory, and I forgot about busses.”

Bessie raised her eyebrows, and then furrowed them.

“I’ve seen some things, I’ve seen some things, and I have seen some things. You are not something I have seen yet. I won’t ask for what your whole story is, but I can only imagine the convoluted circumstances that got you in your position.”

Willie bowed his head, unsure how he should respond. It was clear that she truly wasn’t aware of the news, though.

“Do you even know what you’ll do when you get to LA?” she asked.

“Not much,” he said, shaking his head. “But I have a start.”

“Please tell me you don’t plan to skate the rest of your way out of here.”

“Well, do I have any other way to get there?”

Bessie pursed her lips as she considered his words.

“I’d have my husband drive you out, but he just went out of town to do some business. We’re actually trying to sell the town, so once he finishes up his deal this place will be out of our hands. I can’t keep you here for long.”

The news made Willie realize just how inconvenient it was for her to have pulled him from the side of the road, and more guilt rose in his chest. He couldn’t keep getting in everyone’s way just by showing up.

“How soon is he supposed to be back?”

“A couple days. And then we’ll spend the rest of this week cleaning up and heading out.”

Feeling something touch his leg, Willie saw Sheldon had finished his can of tuna and come over to him. Picking the cat up and holding him in his lap, he looked at Bessie.

“You’ve been really generous,” he said. “You practically saved my life. I don’t know how to thank you.”

She shrugged.

“Ain’t much you can do but say it, and that’s okay. And maybe just rest enough so you’re in good shape before you get back on the road. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” Willie nodded emphatically.

“Alright. Well, I’m going to turn in, but you hang in here as late as you like, although I don’t know what you would do.”

Willie only smiled as she got up from the table. He did the same, carrying Sheldon with him to the room. It was going to be nice having a bed and not being on the move from the second he woke up. Even with his skin continually on fire, he was able to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

The next day he woke up and it was already noon. Sheldon was meowing to be let out the door, intermittently coming up to Willie and nudging him with his head.

“Yeah, I get the hint,” Willie laughed.

He quickly got himself together before hooking the leash to Sheldon and heading into the cafe. There were two men he hadn’t seen the day before eating lunch. It was probably a good idea to eat, considering he had slept through breakfast. The large man with the mustache was at the cafe counter, and Willie was silently relieved he hadn’t hallucinated him. It appeared he had set out the bowls of water and food already for Sheldon, who immediately went to it.

“Hello, little man,” he said as Willie came toward him. “What can Big Bo get for you?”

“Are you Big Bo?” Willie immediately loved the name.

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I could eat anything, what do you recommend?”

Big Bo thought for a minute. And then he smiled.

“I’m gonna make you a nice burrito.”

Nodding and smiling, Willie watched him leave as he went to a table and immediately began folding napkins into frogs. After a while his face got itchy, and he realized his skin had begun peeling from the burns. That was going to be fun to handle. Big Bo brought his burrito over and then tried getting attention from Sheldon.

Most of the rest of the day was pretty boring. Willie rotated between doodling on napkins, playing card games with the deck Bessie pulled out from the motel office, and walking around with Sheldon. He was reminded to consistently use the aloe vera he’d been given. Boredom rose to the point where he helped Big Bo deep clean various appliances behind the counter in the cafe. By the time they had finished, it was just time to eat a late dinner and Willie was tired out from all the cleaning.

He took a shower and tried to lightly scrub off all of the dead skin. Sheldon curiously poked his head in and got a faceful of water, causing him to make a surprised noise and run off. Willie couldn’t help but laugh with a twinge of pity as he peeked out and saw his cat glaring at him from the bed. Honestly, he wouldn’t have managed to get this far without Sheldon. It felt good not to be alone, but also feel free to just be himself and still be followed out of sheer loyalty.

The bed was already so comfortable and inviting it made Willie sad that he couldn’t stay longer. Maybe in the future he could recreate something like this place - small and friendly, where he was always prepared to help poor strangers find shelter. There wasn’t much to do here, but he could play around with ideas for his own thing. He’d definitely add a skate park, though. A strange thought occurred where he remembered Caleb’s hotel being called the Desert Oasis - the irony of it all couldn’t have been more obvious.

For the first time in weeks, Willie had a peaceful sleep.

A couple days later, Bessie’s husband still wasn’t back in town. She didn’t seem too worried about it, but Willie could feel tensions building up for himself. He was slowly running out of ways to entertain himself while his burns were finally toning down into tan lines, and he was afraid he would wear out his welcome while she was waiting for the town to be sold. His backpack was already packed and ready to go, but it was mid-morning and he still felt unsure about when was a good time to leave. For now, he simply doodled over the top of the comics in the newspaper.

The door of the cafe opened. Willie didn’t bother looking up but he overheard the conversation.

“Well, I am surprised to see you here again,” Bessie was saying.

“Hello, Bess, how’s it been?” A man’s voice was heard speaking. Willie couldn’t tell where he recognized it from.

“Slow. Buster’s been out of town. I guess we oughta tell you we’re leasing the place so you’re not in for a surprise next time you want to fly out here.”

“Leasing the town? Well, that’s a shame.”

“Any day now.”

“Any day now? If I’d known this would be the last stop I make here, I would’ve planned better. I was just gonna go out to the salt flats for a bit and then hightail it back to LA.”

Willie peeked over his shoulder. He still couldn’t see the man’s face, but he felt his heart rate go up at the mention of Los Angeles. Not wanting to appear rude, though, he continued with his doodling and tried to tune out what they were talking about. Eventually the man left the cafe and it was difficult to tell if he was going to come back or not. If it took until later that evening, he was willing to wait to find out.

In the meantime, he let Big Bo teach him how to make his special dinner rolls. The man was very quiet but he clearly loved making food and it made the process more fun. Also, Willie enjoyed the way he got called “little man” because it came out sounding so laid back and welcoming. While they waited for the dough to set, Big Bo showed him some tattoos he had and explained the symbolism of each one.

“This represents Nāmaka, the Hawaiian goddess,” he said, pointing to a woman’s face surrounded by ocean waves on his bicep. “But to me she really represents the course of life. The tide goes in, and the tide goes out, and the good things and bad things do the same. What you and me do is just ride that wave wherever it takes us in life.”

Listening intently, Willie thought back to Alex’s eyes and the countless times he used the visual of ocean waves to bring him calm amid the turbulence. Big Bo had spoken a simple concept, but it was something more powerful than anything Caleb had ever said. Something in Willie’s heart felt like he could finally find a purpose outside of all of this chaos.

After they had finished making the rolls, Willie sat eating one while petting Sheldon when he heard the door to the cafe open again. Footsteps approached and suddenly, a man Willie recognized had put his leg up on the chair across from Willie and was leaning on his knee casually. Surprise seemed to slap him over the face when he realized who he was. Indiana Jones, Han Solo, the Fugitive himself looked down at him in a bomber jacket and jeans.

“So my friend Bessie tells me you’re in a rough spot, kid,” Harrison Ford said. Willie looked back in shock. “I’ve got my own plane out there right now. You want a ride?”

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #willex #alive au #sunset curve #alex mercer #willie #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #caleb covington #sheldon the cat #harrison ford #viva las vegas #willie alone #fiddlepickdouglas

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Hi i saw a ask going around for castlevaina and was woundering if you could write it? Sypha alucard and trevor all in love with the same girl except they do not know her name or that the others know and love her and they all only find out their in love with the same girl is when one of the trio starts talking about a mystery woman the are in love with

A/N: So in this scenario Sypha and Trevor stayed with Adrian at the castle after they killed Dracula.

Also I'm gonna go ahead and tag @honeymyheaven because I remember I read a story written by them with the same request(which was amazing) . I honestly feel a bit uncomfortable writing this and if it concerns anyone I'll take it down. Hope you like it anyway ❤️

Trevor layed on the kitchen table whining while Alucard was trying to cook some dinner.

"...beer....beeeer...I neeed some beer. Alucard if I mean anything to you, you must give me something to drink...." Alucard threw a half potato at the Belmont causing him to stop. Just when this happened Sypha entered the kitchen with a basket in her hand. Normally she would have scolded the two males but right now she just emptied her basket, give Alucard the ingredients he needed from town and left with a dreamy look on her face. Trevor set up, with his eyebrows raised and turned to the damphir.

"Now that was unusual."

"Indeed it was" replied Alucard with strange look on his face before turning back to cooking.

They all sat around the table eating the delicious food Alucard prepared. Trevor looked at Sypha who was strangely quiet.

"What's up with you?" he asked chewing on his food. Alucard lifted the wine galss to his lips and turned towards Sypha.

"He is right, Sypha. What is going on?"

The girl popped a piece of bread in her moth but didn't respond. The boys looked at each other and nodded.

"SYPHA!" Trevor shouted making the girl jump.

"Wha.. What??!"

"Why are you acting so strange, dear?" Alucard took a sip of his drink and brushed his gold locks aside.

"I'm no.. I am certainly not acting strange! You are acting strange Alucard! And.. And you didn't even question Trevor when he was wierd the other day!"

"Trevor is wierd every day."

"I would disagree with him but he is right."

Sypha sighed and put down her fork.

"Okay.. Alright. I might.... I think I'm inlove." light blush appeared on her face as she spoke. Alucard clapped his hands with a smile.

"Oh wow! Tell us everything Sypha! And don't leave out any details."

Trevor layed back on his chair and listened.

"So last week, when we went in town I saw this girl. I only got a glimpse of her face but I couldn't shake her out of my toughts since. So when I saw her today again I walked over to her. And oh god she is so beautiful! And so smart! We talked about so many things and... Ah I love her voice. It's like honey. And when we talked I had these butterflies in my stomach... But than she had to leave for work. She is a bartender at this sweet little inn. "

Trevor went pale in a few seconds but said nothing. Alucard leaned forward still smiling.

"That's amazing. I'm so happy for you! Did you catch her name?"

"Oh yeah! Her name is almost as pretty as she is. It's Y/N and..."

"Y/N???!" shouted Trevor suddenly. "No! She is my drinking buddy!... Uhm I mean... There waa noone else at the bar and she started to drink with me and we talked and.. Yeah. It was fun. So Sypha I'm sorry I've met her before you did so..."

"Wait... How does she look?" this time Alucard was asking and I would say he was pale too but you know, he is always pale.

" (h/l) (h/c) hair. Pretty (e/c) eyes..."started Sypha

"Beautiful (s/c) skin.." continued Trevor

"And a laugh like a million tiny bells dancing in the wind." finished Alucard with a sigh. "It appears, my friends, that we are in love with the same girl."

"But... That's... How?" Sypha was shocked.

"Considering how amazing she is it's not that hard to believe. The only question is who gets her."

"Trevor! She is not a prize you can just win. And this is not a competition!"Sypha exclaimed beating her fist against the table. Trevor leaned forward, totally forgotten about the meal.

"Oh it sure is!"

Alucard stood up with a smirk on his lips.

"Well in that case... May the best of us win."

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goalcaufield · 4 years

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break my heart - trevor zegras based off of break your heart by taio cruz (thank you @fratboyvivimatthews :)) WHO BY THE WAY. IS A TZ GIRL NOW. this fic turns people. word count: 4713

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“so, we’re getting serious, aren’t we?” you break the silence of the car ride with your voice just barely above a whisper, and this causes trevor to look over at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“what’s getting serious?” he chuckles nervously, and now it’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows.

you gesture your finger between the two of you. “us.”

“there’s barely an ‘us.’”

“trev, you’re driving me home from spending the day with your family. on a holiday. you can’t tell me there isn’t any-”

“i told you i was only going to break your heart, y/n.” trevor says, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes looking over at you while you’re staring straight forward. you shake your head slightly, and you can’t help the scoff that leaves your lips.

“but you didn’t,” you mumble, finally turning to look at trevor. “trevor, you tried to break my heart, but you couldn’t let yourself do it. you wanna know why?”

trevor’s eyebrows furrow, “why?”

“because you love me. that’s why you couldn’t break my heart. because even after you told not only me, but yourself and your friends, that you wouldn’t fall for me you still did. that you didn’t want anything serious or long term, but we’re still here, we’re still sitting in your car at one in the morning, and you’re trying to act like all of this meant nothing to you. you love me, trevor zegras. don’t try to deny it.”

you watch as trevor rolls his eyes. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt even just a little bit, because it did, but he was trying to keep this tough guy act up for all too long. “this meant nothing to me y/n and i don’t see why you can’t get that through your head.”

“and now you’re just trying to convince yourself that!” you laugh, letting your body fall back into the passenger’s seat. “trevor zegras, i know you’re in love with me. your plan failed, you fell for me, and there’s no deny-”

trevor cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, wasting no time as his hand goes up to press against your cheek. this only confirms your suspicions and what you had been saying: trevor zegras was in love with you, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

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“y/n, how can you not notice that? he’s been checking you out all night!” mack yells over the music, her eyes trained on the bu forward that was standing a little ways behind you.

“i highly doubt that,” you say, but you look over your shoulder and sure enough the brunette boy is staring straight at you while he says something to who you assume is one of his buddies. when he catches your gaze he smirks and you quickly turn back to your group of friends. “okay, so maybe you’re right.”

“go make your move!” lauren yells, hands going to your shoulders to push you away from all of them. “go get yourself a hockey boy, y/n!”

you’re a laughing mess as you turn to walk towards the boy. maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just the fact you couldn’t believe you were actually about to do this. but nonetheless you still find yourself standing in front of the boy. there’s a smirk plastered across his face while he turns to say an, “excuse us.” to his friends. “hey.”

“hey to you too,” you say, arms crossed over your chest. “couldn’t help but notice you’ve got a pair of lingering eyes yourself, huh?”

his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes glancing over your shoulder, then his gaze meets yours. “well what can i say?”

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friday or saturday night parties were a thing. you and trevor always found yourselves at one, and for the most part you were glued to each other’s sides. but when you weren’t? oh, boy.

“y/n, isn’t that trevor?” stella asks, her eyes fixated over your shoulder and staring into the living room behind you.

“what? probably,” you say and turn around to see what she was referring to. because it wasn’t like seeing trevor was something out of the ordinary.

your eyes land on trevor sitting on the couch, but he wasn’t alone. there was a girl sitting on his lap while he was leaning back against the cushions, his elbows resting on top of the couch. you can feel the tug on your heart strings, but you know you don’t even have the right to be all that upset. you weren’t even official, just someone for him to turn to when he needed it.

on the other side of the room, trevor chuckles nervously as the brunette kisses against his neck. “blair, what are you doing?”

“giving us both what we want, duh,” she smiles, smiling sickeningly sweet at him as her fingers trail from around his neck down his chest. “you’re telling me this isn’t what you wanted, z?”

“no, it’s not,” trevor laughs. “i’m kinda taken, blair. it’s a bit of a complicated situation.”

mack places her hand on your arm and you turn back to face them. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m alright,” you clear your throat and push mack’s hand off of you. “we’re not official, i know that. i can’t get upset.”

maddie scoffs and places her solo cup on the counter next to her. “y/n m/n, do you hear yourself right now? you’re settling for second place. you’ve never done that before in your life. not when we were five years old and sure as hell not when we’re eighteen. if you’re even just talking, he should only be talking to you.”

“and not to mention he got pissed when you and alex talked - or alex even looked in your general direction.” stella adds on, and you can’t help but to let out a defeated sigh. because both of them are right. trevor had a tendency to get jealous when it came to his friends and you, and to him he was allowed to do anything he pleased. but on your part? you better think twice and then some.

“go over to him - or better yet, go find one of his teammates,” your best friend says. “you look incredible, half of those boys can barely keep their eyes off you. go use it.” maddie pushes you towards the living room where plenty of boston’s hockey team was lingering.

“but first, refill!” mack drunkenly giggles and pours the mixture that was sitting in a pitcher into your cup. you thank her, take a quick sip, before you’re off on your mission.

you head into the living room and spot alex vlasic - one of the boys on the team you were closest to besides trevor. alex was your over protective big brother and he was willing to do anything for you. so you knew he would be on board.

“hey lex!” you grin, sitting on the arm rest next to him. alex smiles as he takes his cup away from his lips.

“hey y/n/n, what’s up?” he smiles goofily up at you, hand going out to take your cup of alcohol and he takes a sip. “you see what zegras has been up?” he gestures your cup over to where trevor and the girl are sitting and you roll your eyes.

“that’s actually what i wanted to talk to you about. you up for a little game?” you grab your cup back from alex and watch as his eyes light up. “that’s what i thought.” you grin. “basically we’re just gonna mess with trevor. get in his head, you know?”

“sounds like a plan to me,” alex mumbles, one of his arms going up to wrap around your waist. he pulls you down onto his lap and you feel a smirk growing on your face.

“this works too,” you mumble back. you let yourself get comfortable and alex places his hand on your lower back. “hey case! take a photo of us!”

you toss your phone to the defenseman that’s standing almost in front of you and alex. “would you look at you two,” case winks, obviously knowing what was going on. it was no secret on the university’s team the relationship you and trevor had - or lack thereof.

you turn your face, wrap your arms around alex’s and press a kiss to his cheek. you can see the flash through your closed eyelids, and when you pull away alex is grinning as he turns to face you. “promise you wont get mad at me?”

“why would i be mad?” you giggle, fingers playing with the ends of his hair that are at your finger tips.

“he’s staring,” alex mumbles. “so i’m gonna kiss you.”

before you have time to react - and even if you did, you wouldn’t, because this was going perfectly - alex leans in and kisses you. case takes a couple more photos and you know he has a shit eating grin on his face. everyone was constantly pissed at trevor for being a douche to you, his own teammates included.

you pull away from alex, a smile on your face. “you know, you’re a good kisser. better than-”

before you can finish your sentence you feel a hand clamp around your wrist and suddenly you’re yanked off alex’s lap. case’s eyes widen and he tosses you your phone quickly while trevor pulls you down a hallway of the house.

“you know, if you’re gonna mess around trev, then so am i.” mistake number one. in an instant, trevor has you pushed up against the wall in the dark hallway, far enough you can barely hear the music playing and where no one could see you if they were looking.

“and you should know by now that i don’t like to share what’s mine babe,”

your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him down just far enough where your lips barely graze over his ear. “and you think that i like to baby?” trevor lets out a moan and you know you’ve got him right where you want him: in the palm of your hand.

“fuck,” he mumbles, eyes trailing down your body before he presses his knee right between your thighs. “don’t act like you think it went unnoticed.”

“oh really?” your breathing starts to get hard, but you manage to stand your ground. there’s no way you would falter in front of him, and you shoot back,“because it seems like you don’t seem to care very much trev. as long as you mess around with girls trev, i’ll do the same right back.” even though he’s kissing up and down your neck, you still manage to keep your composure.

“do you wanna go back to my dorm room?” trevor breathes out as he nips at your neck. he eventually pulls away to see your reaction and the look in your eyes says it all. “great, lets go.”

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tz: you up?

y/n/n: trev it’s one in the morning.

tz: desperate times call for desperate measures

y/n/n: so now you’re with me cause you’re desperate?

tz: no not at all. just get over here, y/n. i need you Read at 1:04am

tz: y/n/n please, i haven’t even began to tell you how bad the game went

y/n/n: trev you’ve been back in boston since 11:30, why arent you asleep yet?

tz: i couldn’t sleep without you. please, my door’s unlocked

y/n/n: i’ll be up in five

you get up from the comfort of your bed, careful not to wake up maddie as you slip on your slippers and one of trevor’s hoodies that you’ve stolen from nights just like this. you grab your bu lanyard with your dorm room key and then you’re off to trevor’s room which is only three floors above you.

you’re impatient as the elevator seems to go up slower than normal, but it’s probably because you know trevor is desperate to see you and you know he needs you in the moment. when the elevator doors finally open you’re off to find room 424. sure enough, trevor’s door is propped open and the light is on. alex isn’t in the room, and god knows where he is, but part of you is thankful.

“trev?” you ask, peeking your head into the room. trevor is laying down on his bed scrolling through his phone, but the moment he hears your voice he’s locking his phone and his arms are open for you to lay in them. “baby,” you laugh, but nonetheless you walk over to his bed and crawl into his arms. immediately trevor holds you to his chest, one hand rubbing up and down your back.

“today was shit,” trevor mumbles pressing his lips to your head. “i just wish i could’ve been with you sooner.”

“well i’m here now, trev,” you mumble right back to him, leaning your head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. he lets out a sigh of content and you relax into his arms, situating so your legs are on either side of his body.

“thank god,” trevor whispers. he lets his hands slip under your sweatshirt to rest on your bare skin. “thank you, y/n/n. thank you for being here.”

you smile against his chest, eyes peeking up to look at him. he’s already looking down at you, a soft smile on his face. “you’re welcome, trev. i’m just happy it could be me.”

some of the bu hockey boys are sitting around cam and logan’s apartment after practice, a long and grueling one at that. cam decides he wants to poke a little at the freshman. “so zegras, what’s up with you and y/n/n?” cam smirks, gaining trevor’s attention, and trevor looks up and rolls his eyes.

“why do you care who i fuck, crotty? last time i checked it shouldn’t be a concern to you.”

“when suddenly your blowing up with points? i gotta know the secret, z. care to share her?” trevor shoots a glare at his captain, whose tongue is darting along his lips. “c’mon, at least show us photos.”

“absolutely not.” trevor grumbles, eyes rolling, and he’s ready to leave the room. ready to go back to you, because if he’s honest that’s where he’d rather be. and putting up this act was getting tougher and tougher every day. but he wouldn’t admit that.

“he’s just got a girl in the stands to impress, not gonna last very long,” logan mumbles, giving trevor a look before he places his play station controller on the coffee table. “i don’t feel like playing anymore.”

“she’s not a bunny,” trevor grumbles, picking up what logan put down. “she’s just there to fill any void.”

cam chuckles, “keep telling yourself that. she’s definitely the type of girl to make you fall harder than you expected. be careful, tz.”

“keep that up, zegras, and i’ll make sure whatever the hell is going on with you two ends.” alex huffs from his spot on the couch. “you know how much she means to me, i swear if you break her heart zegras you won’t stand a chance.”

trevor makes a face and holds both of his hands up in defense. “i told her from the start that i’m only going to end up breaking her heart. she’s the one staying, so it’s all on her. don’t think she’s some perfect little princess, alex. you can’t save her from this.”

“trevor, why don’t we just become a thing?” you practically giggle, arms wrapped around his neck playing with the hair on his neck. trevor chuckles, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. he looks away from you before looking back into your eyes.

“i’m only going to break your heart, y/n/n, you’ve got to understand that. i’m not easy to please. i’m literally going to tear you apart,” his voice is low, which only adds to the butterflies and the rapid beating of your heart.

“then break my heart, trevor,” you whisper, bringing his neck down to kiss him.

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“trev, are you sure we’re allowed up here?” you giggle as trevor pulls your hand up the staircase and to the rooftop of the environmental sciences building.

on top of the building were dozens upon dozens of flower beds growing all the types of flowers you could possibly imagine. a smile graces your face and trevor stops in the middle of the roof, turning to look at you with a grin on his lips as well.

“we’re definitely not,” he laughs, “but i packed us a little picnic for the afternoon. i’m pretty sure as long as we don’t get caught we’ll be able to stay up here for as long as we so wish.”

you breathe out a sigh and wrap your arms around trevor, tilting your head up so you’re looking up at him. “thank you, trev.”

trevor presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “you’re welcome. i know you’ve been stressed over your econ test and i figured i’d try and help you take your mind off things. so until then, no talk about school. you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”

“i think i can,” you smile up at him. “so, about this picnic? where’s the food?”

trevor rolls his eyes playfully before he’s pulling you over towards a bed of sunflowers. sure enough, there’s a blanket on the concrete and a picnic basket settled in the middle. you smile over at trevor and he gestures for you to sit down, so that’s exactly what you do.

“thank you trev, really,” you say, reaching over and placing your hand on top of his. “it means a lot.”

trevor clears his throat. “anything for you, y/n/n. you know that.”

the two of you begin taking out the contents of the picnic basket, which includes two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches - that trevor was very proud of himself for - strawberries, cut up pineapple, blueberries and two bottles of apple juice.

you giggle, holding up the two bottles. “apple juice, really tz? how old are you again?”

trevor gives you a look, followed by a playful grim smile. “you know i can’t drink on the weekdays. besides, none of the guys were available to run to the store for me. i was planning on getting you a bottle of wine, but that didn’t work out obviously.”

“well it’s the thought that counts,” you grin. “thanks trev. seriously. you didn’t have to go through all of this for me.”

“i know i didn’t have to, but i wanted to.”

you find yourself smiling down at the blanket like an absolute fool. it was crazy the effect trevor had on you; you were absolutely wrapped around his finger. he could have you eating out of the palm of his hand if he really wanted.

a few minutes later, trevor starts playing music from his phone and the two of you sit there eating and talking. him about hockey and how his season has been going, as if you didn’t already know every single detail about it, and how you were both excited in a few weeks to be going home to your families for thanksgiving. you try to ignore the sky slowly turning more gray and staying in the moment with trevor.

“so what are you doing for thanksgiving?” trevor asks and you freeze. “tough subject? i’m sorry, y/n.”

“no, no, you’re fine. my parents are separated, both remarried, and it’s not like i want to go to those, you know? i usually just stay at my aunts, she lives in southeast new york.”

“you know i’m from around there, right?” trevor chuckles. “where does she live?”

“lewisboro, do you know where that is? it’s kinda close to connecticut,” you say, popping a strawberry into your mouth. a smile forms on trevor’s face and you give him a look.

“that’s not even twenty minutes away from me,” he smiles down at the bowl of strawberries. “why don’t you come visit on thanksgiving?”

your cheeks burn, and you’re sure they’ve got to be the exact same color as the strawberries. “you’d want that?”

“i do want that, a lot, y/n/n.”

“i think i can work something out,” you whisper, and the two of you sit listening to the music playing from trevor’s phone.

the song playing ends, and then ‘mercy’ by brett young starts playing. trevor stands up and extends his hand out for you to take. “dance with me.”

“what?” you giggle, placing your hand in his. trevor pulls you up, placing both of his hands on your waist and you wrap yours around his neck. “what are you doing, trevor zegras?”

“dancing with you, what else does it look like?” you let out a content sigh, letting your head fall against trevor’s chest. there’s no place you’d rather be than in his arms. no one else you’d rather be in a super complicated relationship with, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

trevor begins to mumble the lyrics into your ear, but all ends all too quickly when there’s a crack of thunder that causes you to jolt away from him. you look up, and sure enough the sky is dark and rain begins to spit down.

“oh come on, don’t tell me you’re afraid of some water, y/n!” trevor laughs, arms tightening around you and holding you close to his chest.

“i’m not afraid of water, i’m afraid of getting struck by lightning you goof!” nonetheless, trevor keeps a hold on your hand and he twirls you around. slowly the rain starts falling harder, and before you know it you’re nearly drenched. but would you change this moment? of course not.

at one point, you end up with your back pressed up against trevor’s front. his arms are still wrapped around you, and he’s got the two of you swaying back and forth, but your head is tilted up looking at him. “i love you, trevor.”

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y/n/n: you up?

tz: i am, but it’s midnight, why are you awake?

y/n/n: so you should come here.

tz: y/n it’s late

y/n/n: please tz, i need you. Read 12:18 am

you smirk to yourself knowing you’ve got him right where you want him. luckily for you, maddie was staying the night with one of her hookups, which left you in your dorm room all alone. perfect for trevor to come over, and perfect for you to do anything you want.

it’s maybe two minutes before you hear a knocking at your door. of course you know it’s trevor, and as soon as you open the door for him he pushes you up against the wall and kicks the door shut. “someone’s eager,” you breathe against his lips and trevor lets out a soft groan before pressing his lips to yours.

“how could i not be?” he grumbles against your lips, hands trailing down your body until they’re resting on your ass. “you knew what you were doing. i know you did.”

“of course i did,” you pull away from him. “i knew if i played my cards right you’d be here in a matter of seconds, and what happened? exactly that.”

“now don’t get cocky,” trevor’s hands then slide up the sweatshirt you’re wearing and he pulls it over your head, revealing the bralette you had thrown on in hopes your plan wouldn’t fall through. trevor rolls his eyes before his lips are back on yours and he’s hoisting you up to carry you over to your bed.

trevor lays you back down on your mattress and begins kissing down your body. you can’t help the small whimpers that leave your lips, and you can feel him smile against your skin. trevor looks up at your through his eyelashes, and of course that has you groaning all over again.

“trev, please hurry up,” you whine, fingers tangling in his hair. “i didn’t text you this late for nothing.”

trevor hums against you, his fingers curled around the waistband of your sleeping shorts. he presses a kiss to your abdomen before he pulls your shorts down, leaving you completely vulnerable to him.

“trevor, if you don’t do something i swear-” trevor cuts you off when he licks a strip right up your folds, his lips circling around your clit. you moan out, fingers pulling on his hair. “trev.”

he pulls away, fingers rubbing your thighs. “hm, baby?”

you groan, “why did you take that as an invitation to stop? tz, i need you. so bad.”

trevor lets out a moan at the nickname, his head turning into your thigh and nipping at the skin before he goes right back to work. it’s like a flip switched in his brain. he thrusts his tongue into you and you turn your head into your pillow to try and muffle the noises you’re making. however, that doesn’t satisfy trevor and he hums against you. the sounds you let out are borderline pathetic but you know they’re driving trevor absolutely insane.

you try and grind your hips up against trevor’s lips but he’s quick to throw his arm across your stomach to keep your hips pressed down to the mattress. you whine, trying to writhe against him, but trevor pulls away. “if you’re gonna be a brat about it, forget it sweetheart.”

“tz, if you don’t make me cum, you’re gonna sit there while i get myself off,” you grumble, pulling on his hair. trevor only smirks before pushing two fingers into you, his lips latching onto your clit once more. you let out a throaty moan until eventually it feels like you can barely make any more noise.

trevor’s hands move from your stomach to your thighs to hold them apart. your breathing hitches and you let out a whine, trevor’s tongue flicking every nerve to set you on fire. “i know you’re close baby.” he murmurs against you, and of course that smirk on his face only frustrates you even more.

“i’m gonna cum, trev, please,” you pant, eyes screwed shut and fingers pulling harder on the ends of his hair than you previously had. trevor’s hands grip on your thighs tighten and he quickens the pace of his tongue until you’re releasing.

trevor rides you through your high while you’re panting and trying to form some sort of coherent sentence, and once he’s sure you’re finished he presses kisses to your thighs trailing up your stomach and valley of your breasts before he kisses your lips.

“i love you.”

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trevor’s hands wander your body, his hand underneath the fabric of your dress resting on your hip. you’re turned awkwardly in the seat to be able to kiss him, but in the heat of the moment it doesn’t matter. you pull away from trevor. before he can protest you climb over the console and situate yourself on his lap the best that you can, knees resting on either side of his thighs.

“y/n,” trevor grumbles between a groan and a moan as your lips meet his neck. “princess, slow down.”

you feel the all too familiar butterflies in your stomach at the newly found nickname, which takes you off guard so you have no other choice but to pull away. “trev,” you breathe out, hands cupping either side of his face. “please don’t say all of that wasn’t real.”

trevor sighs, leaning his head forward so your foreheads are touching. “it was real. and you’re right; i didn’t want it to be. at first i just wanted to see how far i could take it with you, but that original plan got sidetracked so quick. i’m in love with you, y/n. no matter what i’ve said differently.”

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gvnchvcks · 4 years

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What would the FAHC do if one of them arrived back from a solo mission with an injured small child, saying, “Well, I couldn’t just LEAVE her!” Bonus points if the person doing this is Ryan, though Trevor, Micheal, and Gavin seem like the more obvious choices.

Anon idk what you're on about, Ryan would TOTALLY be the one to do this!! Also this is super adorable tysm (also it's a bit long hope that's okay!)

Okay so, it's a quiet day around the penthouse. Nothing's really been going on lately, the crew is laying low. Ryan and Jeremy were sent to gather information on some drug dealer that's been climbing in popularity these past few weeks. Not that any of the Fakes do much more than maybe smoke weed, they don't need any new criminals getting cocky, and druggies in Los Santos are particularly handsy when it comes to stealing money from others. Now it's just waiting for the Battle Buddies to get back.

There's talking from outside and Gavin is the first to hear it. Without setting down his controller or standing from his position playing around on his X-Box, he calls out,

"Jeremy and Ryan are back!"

The door opens, and in they come. First Jeremy who looks slightly annoyed, then Ryan, then..a little girl?? Gavin hears what sounds like a very quiet sniffle and turns around, wondering why his friend would be crying, then he sees this toddler, she can't be older than 5 or 6, crying quietly and holding onto Ryan's sleeve as if her life depended on it. Of course he's confused as hell because Holy Shit that's an actual child?? What's it doing here?? He pauses his game and turns on the couch.

"Uh, who's your new friend, Ry?"

Jeremy is the first to speak up. "We don't know yet. We found her with that guy we were looking for. We think he's her dad or something-"

"WAS her dad. You saw how that home looked, Jeremy," Ryan turns and picks up the shaking girl, holding her close. "A drug den is no home for a toddler. That place didn't even have furniture, and the way he was talking to her too.." He covers the girl's ears, "Look at her. She's bruised and has a few scrapes too. He didn't deserve to live. We may be criminals, but he was a bad guy."

Jeremy sighs softly. He felt bad for the girl too, but he didn't want to get involved, or have to kill anyone.

"You're right. I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable and get the others, watch your daughter," and with a wave, Jeremy was jogging upstairs.

Gavin is just staring in awe at this point. They'd definitely have to talk about this later but for now this poor girl needed help. He cleared some space beside him on the couch and motioned for Ryan to sit with the girl, who's stopped crying by now. Ryan sits and the girl sits between the two men. Ryan speaks softly, and it's almost unnatural to what Gavin is used to. But he had to admit, it was weirdly cute to see the Vagabond being so careful and nice.

"Hey, it's okay, alright? We aren't gonna hurt you. I promise," he nearly whispers out. "I'm Ryan, and this is Gavin. We're gonna help you feel better. What's your name, sweetheart?"

The girl stares at them both, starting to calm down thanks to his soft voice. She still has a death grip on his arm though. She sniffles, and in a very low and shaky voice says,

"..Em..Emma.."

Her voice, though small, makes both of them smile. Emma. She has a name. Now it's Gav's turn, "What a lovely name, Emma. How old are you?" Queue Ry being surprised by how gentle Gav sounds this time

She sniffles and coughs a bit. "I'm..uhm. F-Five.."

Gavin smiles and reaches for his controller, "Well, Emma, do you like video games?" She nods softly and stares at the shiny golden controller in his hand. He exits the game he was playing and selects Minecraft from the menu. He makes a special creative world just for her, and hands her the controller. She plays the game for a bit, and Gavin sits, helping her. There are footsteps coming down the stairs, enter Jeremy, Michael, and Jack. It's obvious Jeremy's informed the other two by how quiet they are. They fill in the room, trying not to intimidate the poor girl and she notices, staring at them. Ryan introduces everyone, and they all wave. Jack smiles and hands over a folded up quilt. "Here, honey. It's nice and warm, I think you'll like it." Emma takes the blanket, and with the help of Ryan, it's draped around her shoulders. She smiles slightly at this, earning a tender smile from the others.

"Geoff is busy and didn't want to be bothered, but he knows of the situation and will be down in a bit. I also dropped a text in the group chat letting the others know, so expect to see them very soon too," says Jeremy.

Michael then stands up gently and heads to the kitchen, coming back with half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He kneels in front of the girl on the floor and smiles. He thinks he hears Gav whisper something about "big brother instincts" but he ignores it. "You hungry? PB&J is my favorite, try some. I think you'll like it a whole lot." She stares at him, studying his face, and slowly takes the half of the sandwich. She eats it quickly, and Michael smiles. "See? Yummy."

There's a quiet knock at the door, and it opens slowly to reveal the entirety of the B Team. They must've carpooled. Fiona and Lindsay cover their mouths and both make quiet "aww" noises. They sit on the floor a few feet away, watching the girl. Trevor, Alfredo, and Matt stand around, watching quizzically. Emma studies them. As her eyes dart to each of them, they introduce themselves. They take turns for the next few hours, asking Emma what she likes, laughing together, and teaching her about themselves. It's around 7 in the afternoon when Geoff comes down. He sees Gavin and Ryan still on the couch, but Emma is now on the floor in front of the TV beside Matt and Michael. They're teaching her to play Mario Kart, and though she's still quiet, she's enjoying all of the nice attention and love. Jack looks over at Geoff and invites him to sit by her on one of the couches. He does so and watches for a while. Alfredo, who's standing nearby, leans down and whispers, "Her name is Emma and I think it's safe to say we'd all die for her." Jack hears this and nods, still smiling. Geoff, who was confused at first, looks at the young girl again and smiles. Whether they keep the girl or take her to an adoption agency so she can have a normal life, he doesn't know yet. What he does know, is that she's adorable, and he's always wanted to be a dad.

Over the next few weeks, they all do every single thing they possibly can to make the girl feel safe and at home. She opens up to them more too. She even starts to love them it seems. She remembers their names, and enjoys sharing a bed with Jack. They learn that Emma doesn't remember her mom, so of course Jack becomes the most motherly she's ever been. Geoff is the most fatherly of them towards her, with everyone else filling in the role of her big brothers and sisters. Pestering her, gently of course, and helping her out with everything she needs. Emma still seems to have a connection to Ryan the most, but she loves her new friends and potential family equally

This was way longer than I intended but it was ADORABLE so I just went with it lol 💚 also I didn't realize until it was too late that you said "solo mission" so uhh, I'm sorry but I hope the Battle Buddies works out!!

#achievement hunter #fahc #fake ah crew #fahc ryan #fahc jeremy #fahc gavin

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fratboyvivimatthews · 5 years

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alex turcotte - the story of us

inspired by this blurb

“mommy, how’d you meet daddy?” dane asked causing you to turn away from the pizza dough you were rolling out to look at your three year old son. you smiled widely at your son thinking back to just how you met alex, “mommy i’m waiting.” you giggled before wiping your hands on a towel so you could pick him up.

“well buddy that’s actually a really long story, but it’s a good story,” you answered situating your son on your hip being mindful so he didn’t hit your growing stomach. “do you wanna know bubs?” you asked while brushing his black hair back. he was quick to nod his head wanting to know everything. “okay well it started when your dad came to plymouth to play hockey.”

you were standing at your locker, talking with abby about something one of your teachers had assigned you in class. only half way through abby stopped paying attention to what you were saying, and was looking past you. “he’s staring at you again y/n/n,” she stated as if it was plain as day.

“who?” you asked already knowing the answer. turning you saw alex turcotte leaning against the wall with jack hughes and trevor zegras. “oh alex.” there was a smile on your face as you said it, and it didn’t go unnoticed by abby.

“it’s the second day of school and i’m pretty sure this kid is in love with you,” abby mused right as his cheeks flushed pink. your eyes rolled as you looked away from the good looking hockey player. “oh come on y/n, don’t act like you don’t like him. i know you do.”

you shrugged your shoulders, “i do. he’s cute, and super sweet. but he’s only here for hockey. don’t get attached remember?” it was abby’s turn to roll her eyes pushing away from the locker she was leaning on. “oh don’t give me that look abby, you know i’m right.”

“and i also know alex turcotte is walking this way.” you looked back over your shoulder to see she was indeed right, alex was walking towards the two of you a cheeky smile on his face. “hi alex,” abby smiled looking at the sixteen year old, then turning back to you. “this is my cue to leave, i’ll talk to you later y/n/n.”

immediately you were dreading the fact she had left you alone with him. “hi alex,” you finally choked out looking at him, not noticing the fact that there were two sets of eyes on the two of you. “what can i do for you? i mean we didn’t have any homework yesterday so you can’t need help on that already.”

he let out a laugh and it was music to your ears, you didn’t realize it at the time but you had fallen in love with him right there and then. “no homework, but it have a question for you y/n,” his voice was quiet unlike it was yesterday when he wouldn’t stop talking to you in the three classes you had together. his eyes never met yours as you nodded your head waiting for him to ask you. “would, um, would you like to go on a date with me?” he then asked in a rushed tone, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as soon as he asked you.

you smiled, “i would love to alex. pick me up from my house after practice today?”

“t-today?” his eyes went wide as he stared at you in shook, not ready for that answer.

“today,” you confirmed meeting jack’s eyes, someone you’ve known since he moved to plymouth for quinn. “you can take me out for ice cream or something.” alex’s cheeks were red the entire time you spoke, “oh and alex? i’d say you could walk me to class, but your boys are waiting to see what you got for an answer.” with that you walked away from the smiling like an idiot hockey player to your first class, your heart hammering in your chest.

dane smiled up at you widely, “so daddy took you on a date?” you hummed while setting him back down in his chair so you could get back to making dinner. “was it a good date?” your cheeks flushed red as you remember how he kissed you after he walked you to the front door of your house.

“it was a great date,” you answered your son with a smile. “anymore questions or can i go back to making dinner for you bubs?” dane stayed quiet for a little bit before shaking his head, “good because me and you sister are starving.”

“i thought daddy said i was gonna have a little brother,” dane pouted, arms crossed over his chest his bottom lip jutting out. “i want a baby brother to play knee hockey with.”

your eyes rolled at your husband who was dead set on thinking your next child was another boy. “dane, honey, you can still play knee hockey with a sister,” you pointed out watching as the tears started to fill his eyes. “bubs you don’t need to cry about it, you’d love having little sister,” your attempt to help fix it all only caused the tears to start falling. sighing you walked back over to your son, wiping his tears away with your thumb, “can i tell you a secret bubs?”

“a-a secret?” dane asked suddenly cheering up a little bit.

“mhm, a secret, do you want to know?” you smiled knowing he’d be on board with it right away.

“secret!” he squealed making grabby hands at you. sighing you picked up back up, him finding home on your hip. “tell me mommy! tell me!”

you smiled, tapping your chin acting like you didn’t want to tell him. when he started to pout again you laughed. “me and daddy are going to have another baby.”

dane’s face scrunched up as he pointed down to your stomach, “i already knew that mama.”

you giggled before placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “no bubs, i mean after this baby we’re going to have another one,” you explained. “your dad planned it out on the back of a menu when we went to prom.” dane’s confused look slowly changed as he understood what you were saying.

“i’m gonna have another baby brother!” he yelled, which happened to be right in your ear. it was so loud you almost missed what he said, seeing as he missed the point you were trying to make.

sighing you gave into the little boy, knowing your husband would end up saying it was another boy at some point. “yeah bubs, you’re gonna have another baby brother.”

“i’m gonna have two mommy! two baby brothers!” he wiggled in your arms meaning he wanted to get down. you set him down right away, worried his flailing legs would end up kicking your eight month pregnant belly. you shook your head as you watched him run down the hall to his playroom mumbling something about how he’s going to be a big brother twice.

it gave you the next hour to yourself, making the homemade pizza dane just had to have for dinner. you didn’t see dane again until you pulled the pizza out of the oven to cut it. “is dinner done mommy?” he asked dragging his knee hockey stick against your hardwood floors.

you nodded while setting out plates for the two of you. “juice or milk bubs?” you asked seeing as he had water to drink during lunch.

“milk!” dane cheered all while pulling himself up on to the high top chair seated at the kitchen island. “wanna know why mama?” he then asked causing you look at him from over your shoulder. “because daddy drinks milk!” he exclaimed reaching forward for the empty cup that you had placed in front of him.

just at the mention of his dad you could see dane start to frown. “i miss him too bubs, but don’t worry daddy’s gonna be home tonight, remember? he told you that when he called you last night.”

“he scored just for me!” dane added cheering up at the idea of a goal. he got quiet once again waiting for you to see pieces of pizza on his plate. “mommy, can - can i sleep with you tonight?” he asked not meeting your eyes.

“of course you can bubs,” you answered while taking a seat next to him, the only chair left open being the one meant for alex. “how about i tell you more about me and daddy to make you happy? would that make you feel better?” you then asked with a hopeful smile.

when dane started to smile you knew you had him where you wanted him. “you know your daddy told me he loved me only after a month of us dating.” dane’s mouth fell open, some of the pizza he was eating falling out with it. you laughed before speaking again, “bubs it’s not that surprising it’s your dad.”

“alex if you don’t leave soon, you’re going to get the both of us in trouble,” you stated trying to push the sleepy boy off of your chest. “i really don’t need my dad to kill me because of a boy.”

“too tired to leave,” he mumbled into the fabric of his sweatshirt you were wearing. “plus it feels good when you run your hands through my hair.” you rolled your eyes at him, wiggling to try and get out from under him. your hands kept running through his hair, not quite ready for him to leave, even though it was going to get the two of you in trouble.

soon there was a knock on your door, “y/n, alex has to go. ellen’s called me twice.” you sighed at your mother's words, but instead of him getting up he held on to you a little tighter. “i’ll see you downstairs in five minutes.” you knew she was giving you both enough time to say goodbye.

alex sighed as he finally let go of your waist and started to stand up from your bed. “i’ll facetime you when i get home,” he mumbled shuffling around your room to pull on his jacket. you sat up while nodding, knowing better than to argue with how he wasn’t supposed to be on his phone. he pressed a loving kiss on your lips, “i’ll call you as soon as i get home.”

“okay alex, i’ll be waiting. please drive safe,” you sighed sitting up in your bed. you watched as his hand should’ve turn the doorknob only it stayed frozen.

“oh and y/n?” you hummed offering him a tired smile, “i love you.” you heart rate picked up with those three words, and your cheeks flushed red.alex adorned a tired smile, his dimples on full display, the same ones your son would end up having one day. “i know it’s only been a month, but i was ready to tell you i was in love with you after our first date. because you know i am completely head over heels in love with you y/n l/n, and it’s okay if i have to wait to hear you say it back to me. because i love you that much.”

tears filled your eyes as you stood up and walked across your room to him, your arms snaking around his neck as you stood their in front of him. “alex turcotte you’re absolutely crazy if you think i don’t love you with everything in me, because i do,” you stared up into his big brown sleep filled eyes. “i’m completely head over heels in love with you too.” his smile grew wider as he stared down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he did. “but you have to go, and you’ll call me when you get back to jack’s. i love you alex.”

he wrapped you up tight, lightly swaying you back and forth, “i love you too y/n.”

“when did daddy first tell me he loved me?” dane asked as you topped off his glass of milk. you sat in your spot thinking hard about it, “do you not know mommy?”

“no of course i do bubs, it’s just when we first out i was pregnant with you he said it. and while you were growing in my tummy he said to you almost every single day,” you explained with a smile. “but the first time daddy got to hold you was probably what we’d consider the first time bubs. he stared crying as soon as he held you, and when you grabbed on to his finger he lost it.” you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes at the memory especially since you’d be getting to relive it in a few short weeks. “he fell in love with you in an instant dane, and he’ll never stop loving you either.”

dane started to smile, his dimples identical to alex’s on full display, until he started to frown. “does that mean he’s going to stop loving you mommy?” the tears filled his eyes again right away thinking that his daddy might not love you forever.

“what? of course not, your daddy’s always going to love me bubs,” you replied standing from the chair to start cleaning the kitchen, “that i can promise you.” when dane smiled up at you with his dimples you knew he believed you, he was three why wouldn’t he believe his mother? “why don’t you go pick out some pajamas bubs, then we can go cuddle in bed okay?”

you didn’t even get to finish talking before he was racing out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. you couldn’t help but laugh at your son already knowing he was going to show up back downstairs with his la king pants in hand, saying he didn’t wear a shirt because daddy didn’t. “mommy!” he yelled in a sing song voice, followed by the sound of his feet hitting the stairs as he jumped down them.

“dane!” you yelled back while placing your plates in the dishwasher, the cups you used going in right after. “i’m still in the kitchen bubs,” you added once you heard his footsteps come to a halt. soon his giggles filled your ears, and his arms wrapped around your legs tightly. “do you want to watch paw patrol before bed tonight?” you then questioned while walking around the kitchen in order to clean it.

dane stared up at you with his brown eyes, and shook his head no. “i wanna hear more about you and daddy,” he smiled while while wiggling against your legs. “and i need you to help me with my pajamas.”

you brushed his hair back before pressing a kiss against his forehead, “of course bubs. you found some you want to wear?” he nodded his head with a toothy grin, “the kings ones?” he nodded once again, his hand grabbing yours to pull you upstairs. “dane you have to slow down sweetheart. i can’t move that fast.” sighing dane started to drag you up the stairs slower than he had been before.

as soon as you stepped foot into his room dane threw his favorite pajama pants at you, and stuck his arms up in the air. “help pretty please mommy.” he batted his long eyelashes and gave you a pout. you were quick to pull his t-shirt off making him giggle, “do i look like daddy?”

you smiled, “you could be his twin.” dane smile up at you, a blush covering his cheeks. “now come ‘ere so i can take off your pants.” you slipped him out of his shorts, and slipped his black kings pajama pants on his legs. “guess what dane,” you stated causing the boy to smile up at you. “your daddy took me to chicago before our senior year of school.” dane’s mouth fell open, his hands slapping his cheeks. “i spent all summer with grandpa alfie and grandma colleen. along with aunties gabi and elizabeth. uncle nick was there too.” dane’s mouth dropped open once again shocked that you got to spend so much time with some of his favorite people.

“that’s not fair,” dane huffed ready to throw a fit, “i wanna spend a summer with uncle nick.” you shrugged your shoulders before exiting his room and walking down the hall to yours and alex’s, dane hot on your heels. “mommy i wanna spend a summer in chicago,” dane huffed forgetting about the fact that he had just spent the last summer in his father's hometown.

“dane, we just spent the summer there,” you answered seeing him look up at you confused.

“yeah so? i wanna spend a summer with just uncle nick.” you huffed while running a hand through your hair. you looked away from your son, eyes landing on the dresser which held your jewelry box.

“dane want to see something cool?” you asked already walking over to grab the promise ring that rest on your ring finger for a little over a year. dane mumbled something behind you, but you didn’t hear it too focused on grabbing the small diamond ring from it’s box. “daddy gave it to me on our two year aniversery,” you explained handing the ring to him since he followed you.

“it’s just like that one!” dane exclaimed pointing to your engagement ring and wedding band. “why do you have two mommy? incase you lose one?” he then asked while handing it back to you.

you shook your head, “no babe, i have two because the first one was a promise to marry me. the second one,” you stated while pointing to your engagement ring, “is the asking me to marry him.”

dane stared up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “i don’t understand.”

sighing placed the box back on the dresser, “yes it’s incase if i lose the other one.”

“i knew it!” dane yelled while taking off running towards your bed. some how he managed to throw himself up on top of it, “mommy tell me more about you and daddy now.” it brought a smile to your face, and drove you absolutely crazy that dane’s moods changed that fast.

“what do you want to know babe?” you then asked looking for you’re own clothes for bed. he attempted to shrug his shoulders hands flying in the air as he did. “lucky for you i have just the idea. so daddy took me to prom, we went with uncle cole and aunt abby.”

dane’s eyes went wide at the mention of alex’s best friend. “uncle coley!” you nodded your head with a large smile.

“so we went out to dinner after pictures.”

you were seated across from abby and cole, in the booth of the local dinner. the one that had been your guys hangout spot since the first u17 game. “what can i get you two?” sandy, the nice old women you had every time you came into eat, asked you and alex seeing as cole and abby has already ordered.

“chicken strips and fries please,” you smiled, pointing it to on the paper kids menu. your e/c then looks over to alex waiting for him to order as well.

“i’ll just have the same as cole.” the same answer he gave every single time you were there. sandy offered you all a smile before walking off to put your order in. in and instant alex’s left hand was interlaced with yours as you made small talk with your friends.

after a little while you alex stopped talking, to focused on writing something on the back or your menu. “lex, what are you doing babe?” you whispered looking to the blue crayon he was holding.

“planning our future,” he answered plan as day. “see, it starts right here with us going to the draft. then it goes to me and you going to wisco for two years. after my second year i’m going to sign, and you’re going to graduate early because you’re a fucking genius.” your cheeks heated up as he spoke. “somewhere along the way i’m going to propose, but it’s going to be sooner rather than later, and it’s going to take you by complete surprise.”

“you make it sound like you’re proposing tomorrow lex,” you whispered, eyes never leaving the crayon filled paper. “but please continue.”

he shot you a million dollar smile before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “we’re going to have our first kid at twenty, and don’t say even say that’s too young, because if i’d let you we’d already have one.” once again your cheeks were burning hot because he hit the nail on the head. not to mention you had your first kid only weeks before your twentieth birthday. “we won’t have our second one until the first turns three, or maybe a little before. and then after our second of course we’re going to have a third.”

the entire time he was talking, alex was pointing to each little drawing he made on the paper, and the words that went along with it. “what happens after our third kid lex?”

“maybe we have another, i haven’t thought it all through yet,” alex explained with a shoulder shrug. “but i really like the idea of four kids, it gives you company for when i’m away on roadies, and it gives me a huge fan section at all my home games.” your eyes pulled up from the menu to stare at him, his never left the paper though. “then of course i’ll retire from the nhl after a long and fulfilling career. well move to plymouth to watch our sons play for the ntdp, and live the rest of our lives together.”

for the first time in at least five minutes he turned and looked at you to see the tears that filled your eyes. “you like it right? i’ll change everything if you don’t - i just need a new menu.”

“i love it alex,” you whispered while squeezing his hand. “i don’t even want to change a thing. not one. i love it just as much as i love you lex.”

“good, because i don’t want to change a thing, but if i had to i would. the only i would absolutely never change is you.”

dane stared at you with a large smile, before breaking out into a giggle. “i love it mommy, tell me more!”

you nodded your head right away, climbing into bed with him now change into an over sized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. “what else do you want to know bubs?”

“what about how you made me cry as you walked down the aisle?” the sound of his voice caused both of you to turn and look at the bedroom door.

“daddy!” dane jumped up from his place in your bed to race over to his father, tackling his legs in a hug. “i missed you daddy,” you heard dane whisper as alex leaned over to pick your son up. you stood from the bed and waddled your way to alex, wrapped your arms around his torso, his free arm pulling you close to his chest.

“i missed you too d,” alex smiled before pressing a kiss to his sons cheek being out his dimples. “and of course i missed you my love.” your cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “how are you feeling? everything go okay?”

you hummed right away, “everything was fine alex, i told you that every time you called and asked me.” it was alex’s turn to blush. “but i missed you too.”

“so you guys were having story time?” alex then asked letting go of you, setting down dane in the process so he could get out of his suit. “only good ones i hope.”

“mommy told me all about you and her,” dane answered beating you to it. “how you asked her out, how you love her, that you gave her two rings incase she loses one of them. and then the menu from prom!”

alex’s brown eyes looked away from his sweatpants draw to see you and dane now situated on the bed together. “oh she did now?” you both nodded watching as alex smiled at the two of you. “will did she show you the menu from the story?” your eyes went wide as you heard him speak.

“no!”

“you still have it?” you asked thinking that it was left on the table after you left for the dance.

“of course i still have it y/n/n. when you and abby went to the bathroom i slipped it into my jacket pocket,” he then explained with a small smile. “let me go grab it and i’ll show you d.”

alex walked into his closest, leaving you and dane just to stare at each other. when he walked back out he was staring down at the faded piece of paper, a wide smile. “see it’s right here,” he handed the paper to you and dane so he could pull on his sweats. “right inside my prom suit jacket still.”

tears filled your eyes as you looked over it bringing you back to that night. “i can’t believe you still have it,” you whispered fingers running over the crayon.

“while i need a life map, and it looks like we’re right on track, what do you think d?” alex asked while sliding into his side of the bed.

“baby brothers!” he squealed pointing to the words he could only assume was brother.

“yup baby brothers,” alex smiled nudging your shoulder knowing you’d be rolling your eyes.

shaking your head you looked at your two favorite people before huffing, “this is why we shouldn’t have wanted it to be a surprise. it’s a girl. it’s not a boy. no brother yet.”

alex and dane shared a look, before the three year old smiled at you, “it’s a boy mama.”

“yeah, it’s a boy mama,” alex teased before pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek, his lips them brushing against your ear. “you know i only do it to humor him.”

crossing your arms over you chest you shot him a look. “okay you’re right i know it’s a boy.”

two weeks later, after seventeen hours of labor, you were finally allowed to meet you new son. “see i told you it was a boy,” alex smiled, his eyes never leaving your not even ten minutes old son. “i just had a feeling.”

you hummed, eyes never leaving the sight in front of you. “i’m fine with it being a boy, but just know this lex, if one of our four planned kids isn’t a girl you’re going to have a major problem.”

alex nodded, your words going in one ear and out the other. “yeah, yeah, whatever you want y/n/n. the next two were planned out to be girls anyways.”

“actually?” you asked with a smile.

“nope, just the last one. i never put it on the menu because i ran out of time, but she’s going to be daddy’s little girl, and be exactly like her mother,” alex explained handing your newborn to you.

“i can deal with that.”

#alex turcotte #alex turcotte x reader #wisconsin #la kings #nhl imagines #my works #fratboyvivmatthews masterlist #alex #turcotte

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spookysweet-heart · 5 years

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Cliche?

Request: “hi, could I request a Leon x reader high school!AU, please? thank you so much! I really appreciate your work❤”

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey guys!!! I know it’s been a while since I last posted anything but I'm back and ready to write again!!! I felt a little burned out with all the Leon stuff and decided to take a break to clear my head before I started the second half of the Leon requests. I thought this one would be a good way to kick things off, so enjoy and remember I always appreciate the feedback, comments, reblogs, and likes!!

You were always genuinely nice to everyone, now that could be a good or bad thing. In this case, it was bad. You see you were being kind enough to help out a classmate in math since you both sat next to each other. It started off with a few afterschool studying sessions in the library, then you gave him your number so if he ever needed help on something when he was on his own he could just call or text and you'd be able to help him out with the problem.

It was fine the first couple of times, till he started flirting. At first, you thought he was being sweet but one night while you were hanging out with Leon in your room.

Leon saw the look on your face when you put down your phone. “What’s wrong? Is it what’s his name again?”

You nodded and sighed a bit in frustration. “Yeah, it was him again. And his name is Trevor, Leon I just don’t know why he’s this interested in me?!”

Leon chuckled as he picked up your phone to read the message. “You know cause you’re too nice to everyone, you always wanna help. Guys like this gravitate towards that kinda energy. Also, he probably thought you were flirting with how nice you’ve been and the fact you gave him your number”

You groaned and you saw Leon trying not to laugh at the dumb text. “I told him I have a boyfriend and he didn’t even acknowledge that Leon! He’s still doing this!”

“But you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I know. I lied, but he’s asked me out two times already-“ you heard your text notification go off and picked up the phone again. “Three times…. He just asked me to the movies.”

Leon wrapped an arm around you and gently rubbed your arm trying his best to comfort you. “What are you gonna do?”

You stayed silent for a few moments before you sat up looking up at Leon. “I have an idea! What if my boyfriend picks me up from school tomorrow?”

“(Y/n) you don’t have-“

“That’s where you come in!”

Leon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?!”

“Yes! It’ll be easy. C’mon Leon we’ve been friends since third grade! We’re close so it's not gonna be that weird. Pleeeeaassse?”

The puppy-dog look, God why did you have to use the look. Leon sighed as he gave in feeling defeated by your cute face. “Alright, alright! The good thing is I go to a different school so no one knows me there so it'll be believable.”

“Some people know about you. I talk about you to some people, though it's funny because they think we're actually dating from the stuff I've told them. They say we’re meant to be.”

A light blush crept it's way to Leon's cheeks but you too busy laughing to notice. “That’s ridiculous, what a cliche that would be. Falling your best friend?” Leon laughed nervously, clearing his throat a bit he stood up from your bed. “Hey, I'm gonna get something to drink, what anything?”

You glanced up at him smiling. “Yeah, can you bring me some water please?”

“Got ya, I’ll be back in a sec!” Leon rushed downstairs to the kitchen to get the drinks. Taking his time he tried to calm down. “C’mon Kennedy this doesn't mean anything, she just needs help with this creep. Nothing is going to come out of it….” His mood changed a bit as he realized he was probably right. After all these years you just saw him as your best friend and nothing more. “Yeah, nothings going to happen….fuck.”

Leon picked up cups of water and headed back to your room after calming down a bit. “Hey, I thought you got lost or something with how long you took.” You grabbed one of the cups from him and took a sip. “So back to this science homework?”

He nodded as he sat back down on his spot on your bed.

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You were at your locker putting away your books, getting ready to leave for the school day. You let out a sigh feeling tired from gym class. As you closed your locker you weren't expecting to see Trevor standing right behind the door. “Jesus fucking Christ Trevor! You fucking scared me!”

“Sorry, (Y/n) didn't really mean to scare you.” Trevor gave you an apologetic smile. “So about tonight I was thinking we could go see-”

Immediately you stopped him there, just as you two stepped outside to the front of the school “Trevor look, I already told you I have a boyfriend.”

“You say that but I’ve never seen him before.”

“Seen who before?” Leon walked up to the both of you, smiling as he wrapped an arm around you.

You leaned up and to kiss his cheek. “Hey, babe! This is Trevor, Trevor this is my boyfriend Leon.”

Leon's heart skipped a beat hearing those words come out of you. He smiles and reached out his hand for Trevor to shake. “Hey, (Y/n) has told me a bit you. Said you two were studying together for a while because you had to pick up your grades. Don't get me wrong that's very nice of them but I was disappointed when we had to cancel some of our dates.”

Trevor nervously shook Leon's hand and swallowed the lump in his throat as he took his hand back. “Oh, y-yeah it uh was nice of them.”

Leon looked down at you smiling. “So you ready to go, babe?”

“Yeah I’m ready, I'm gonna go get in the car okay?”

Leon nodded and kissed the top of your head watching as you walked towards his car. “Piece of advice buddy, just because someone is nice to you doesn't always mean they’re flirting or into you unless they say they are. And next time someone tells you they have a boyfriend, respect that and don't keep trying to ask them out. Cause if they tell me you did it again I’ll come and find you and beat the crap out you, you got it? Doesn't matter that I go to a different school, they’re mine and I’ll always protect them.”

Trevors' face went pale when Leon’s expression changed the instant you left. “Y-yeah of course, I wouldn’t want to get between you two at all.”

Leon patted Trevors back as he started to walk away. “Good, keep it that way.”

You smiled as Leon got into the driver's side. “Did it work?”

He smiled back at you noticing Trevor was still looking. He leaned in his hand caressing your cheek, his lips were inches away from yours. “He's still looking so don’t get mad at me for this.”

“Why would I-” You were interrupted by Leon’s lips on yours. It caught you off gaurd for a second but something in you was telling you to kiss him back. When you did you felt him smile into the kiss and pull you closer to him.

When he pulled away after a few seconds you both were a blushing mess. “Would, um would you wanna maybe go out on an actual date tonight?”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, I’d love that, Leon”

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Break The Chain

Chapter One- Country Stores, scratch that, County Everything, and Pickup Trucks

Ben Hargreeves x Reader

After I got out, I moved somewhere he would never find me. That meant Podunk, middle of nowhere town that has fifty people in it. That’s also country. So, here I sit, hat on my head and hair in a low ponytail beneath that, black, handmade snakeskin boots with jeans tucked into them and a thin flannel t-shirt over a black tank top. I sat on the porch in a rocking chair, a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other, watching as the sun rises over my little piece of land. The house and the four acres attached was given to me as a gift by a kind old lady who lived here, who passed away about two years after I moved in with her. I helped maintain it; running errands, cleaning around the house, helping with the garden. The other twenty I’d bought with dear old dad’s money that I’d stolen when I left. Unbeknownst to me, a horse and two cows came with it. Along with the bills. But I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them, liking the company they provided on my solitary section of the earth.

I gulp down the last mouthful of my coffee, standing from the chair and stretching. The screen door creaks as I open it, protesting use at the ass crack of dawn, but I ignore it, setting the cup in the sink and tossing the newspaper onto the kitchen table, exchanging it for the bills that lie there. My keys jingle when I grab them, boots clicking against the wood panel flooring.

My dog barks, a huge German Shepherd and I look at it.

“What? Want to go with me?” He wags his tail, panting, a smile on his face. “Fine, come on,” I concede, holding the door open for him as he trots out, watching him bound down the porch steps and to the old pickup truck parked out front, metal with faded blue paint rusting off in patches and a motor older than me. Old, but reliable.

The door creaks open, protesting as well and Roy jumps in, sitting in the passenger seat next to me. I climb in after, slamming the door shut and sticking the key in the ignition, coming to life with a grumble. As we leave I roll down the windows, watching as the horse and two cows eat the oat and hay mixture I’d fed them this morning.

A breeze blows in the truck, mixing with the radio crackling in the background. Fields line both sides of the road, horses and cows fit inside the fences with room to spare. Looking in the mirror, a black vehicle, dark as midnight, sped up towards me, anxiety and dread filling my gut at the thought of an accident. When it gets close, it speeds by, rap music blaring through it’s closed windows. I roll my eyes, the feelings leaving my gut as they pull off on a different road. Shaking my head, I slow down from forty to thirty, the small town bustling with activity despite the low population count.

People wave and smile as I pass by, men leaning against the feed store talk with their hats pulled low, arms crossed, all button up shirts tucked into wrangler jeans and work boots.

I pull into a parking space outside the store, turning the truck off and pulling the key out. Roy whines at me, giving me a pitiful look.

“You want to come in, don’t you?” I ask, and he seems to perk up the minute I say that. “Fine, okay, but you’re going on a leash.” I reach across and pull it out of the glove box, hooking it to his collar.

I open the door and climb out, Roy right on my heels. The men stare as I walk into the feed store, and I stare back, giving them a small smile and getting one in return. The store is cool compared to the already getting intense heat outside.

“Hey Barry, how ya doin?” I ask, waving at the man behind the register.

“Oh, same ol, same ol. I’m going to head to Nacogdoches next week to get that surgery done that I’ve been needing.” He says

“That’s great.” I reply, grabbing a flatbed cart and pushing it through the aisles until I find the one I need.

“Yeah, It’s been hell trying to find someone to run the store for me while I’m recovering.” Roy sits beside me as I pile sacks of horse and cow feed onto the cart, sticking two bags of chicken seed on top. I struggle a bit to push it to the front and hold onto Roys leash, tying it to the belt loops on my jeans.

“Well, I hope you find someone to help you.” I say, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket and handing him the money for the food, totaling to roughly 80 bucks.

“Yeah, I’ve got Trevor to help with the lifting and stuff while I recover so I have it covered.” He sticks the money in the register and hands me a receipt, along with a bone.

“For Roy. Free of charge.” He smiles and I give him one back.

“Thank you. God bless you.” I say sticking my hat back on my head and pushing the cart out of the store as he holds the door open for me.

Roy is eager to get to the truck, so eager in fact, that he nearly pulls me down.

��Hey now, slow your roll buddy. You’re still attached to me.” I untie the leash from me and open the door for him, letting him hop in before shutting it again.

I pull down the door of the bed of the truck, wincing at the screech and groan it lets out and at how the truck drops a little when all the sacks of feed get loaded in the back. I push it back up and turn to take the cart back to the front, jumping at the sight of the man in front of me.

“Holy- you scared me butt head.” I punch Devon's shoulder and he laughs, green eyes sparkling and wrinkling at the edges.

“That’s not what I was trying to do but still funny. So, you doing anything the rest of today?” He walks with me to the buggy rack in the front of the store.

“So what were you trying to do? And why do you want to know?” I ask, a smile on my face as I look up at him.

“Paying bills and buying seed, why?” I say.

“Well, I have tickets to go see Endgame at four tonight in Nacogdoches and was wondering if you wanted to go?” He says, putting his hands in his pockets and watching as I light up.

“Of course! Thank you thank you thank you!” I tackle him in hug, my arms wrapped around his neck and his hands flying up to my waist to catch me.

“No problem. I know you’ve been dying to see it and I figured I should be the one to take you.” He says, a small smile on his face.

“Thank you so much.” I say, pressing a light kiss to his lips and staying that way for a moment.

“I’ll pick you up at 12 and we can get an early dinner there.” He says and I nod, letting go of him.

“See you then, now I’ve go to go. Bills to pay and a dog that is screaming at me.” I say, Roy’s barking in the background as we walk to my truck.

“Of course,” Devon laughs, bending down and kissing me goodbye.

“See you tonight, sweetheart.” I climb in my truck and watch him wave as I drive off.

“Ya see that Roy, I’ve got a date tonight.” He barks in reply and I laugh, put in a joyous mood as I pay the bills, one that doesn’t seem to last very long with the phone call I get.

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