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wednesdaymunson · 1 year

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Baby Daddy! Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: Part 2 to my Baby Daddy! Eddie fic.Slight time jump. Eddie has half assed professed his love for you, but neither of you can bring it up. You're still seeing Keanu. Wayne makes an appearance and scolds Eddie. Eddie is a lil toxic at the end.

Warnings: smut,angst,unprotected sex, creampie, drunk sex(f), mention of oral sex(m receiving)..I think that's it.

A/n: I wrote and rewrote this several times. I'm kinda okay with this version. The ending is opened to the possibility of a third part, or you can make up with what happens in the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I Was Made For Lovin' You - part 1

Mine(Interlude)

Word Count: 4,609k

It had been about a month since Eddie left that message. The both of you would always tiptoe around it. You were never direct when trying to ask, and Eddie would avoid it anyway he could. You were afraid to be forward, possibly hearing something you didn't want to know, but it was killing you not knowing 'Why now?'.

You've been on a few low-profile dates with Keanu. He didn't want to alert the paparazzi and drag you into the crazy spotlight. Even with Eddie's fame with Corroded Coffin, you were very much in the background, unnoticed. You weren't even thinking about that, you just wanted to live in the moment. Keanu made you feel seen and heard. He calmed your mind, you knew where you stood with him.

You made it home just in time. Eddie was dropping off Evelyn at 9am and here it is 8:45. You change into your pjs, wash whatever makeup was left off your face, to turn around and see Eddie behind you.

"For fuck sakes, Eddie! You scared this shit outta me!... how'd you get in?"

"Well, hello to you too! Look, your door wasn't shut all the way. I got nervous, so I came in preparing to bash some skulls or preparing for the worst.."

You could tell by his tone and his eyes that he was genuine. You hugged him before you even realized it. He tightly hugged you back, and you melted into him.

"Wait.. where's Evelyn?!"

"Oh! I told her to stay in the car and if someone tried to get her, to hit them with the crowbar I keep in the car." He boldly stated.

"Eddie, you left a 4 year old in the car with a crowbar? Please go get our daughter." You sigh.

"On it, sweetheart."

You pinch at his side.

"Y/N, don't start that." Eddie laughs.

As soon as Eddie is out of sight, you shut the door and quietly break down. You haven't told Eddie about you seeing someone else. You've been pretty good at keeping it under wraps. You think to yourself, 'Keanu and I aren't exclusive. I'm allowed to date and do whatever, I'm single! Eddie doesn't have to know. I don't know what he does when he's away or when he's not here.'

You splash some water on your face, dry off, and compose yourself. You hear Evelyn knocking on your door.

"Mommy, open the door! There's no bad guys! It's me, Evelyn Starchild Munson!"

You greeted her as you opened the door.

"Hi baby! I missed you." You smiled.

Eddie's eyes met yours, and he could tell you had been crying, but he didn't want to mention it in front of Evelyn, and he also had some business to take care of.

"Y/N, I have to get going, but I'll call you later. Evelyn, be good for mommy. I'll see you soon, baby. I love you."

Eddie rushes out the door.

It's almost midnight, Evelyn was tucked away in her bed after a day full of arts and crafts, a melt down because you told her she couldn't get in the oven, and a chicken nugget dinner by the pool. You're drifting off, and your phone begins to ring.

"Hello?" You answer soothingly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

It was Eddie on the other end. Usually, you would be bothered by the late call, but you didn't have the energy tonight.

"Mm 's okay, Eddie. What did you need to talk about?"

"I'm sorry for calling you this late, just got caught up with stuff at the studio. But I wanted to tell you I'm flying Wayne here in two weeks and wanted to ask if you would have dinner with us. I know he would love to see you and I know you would too."

You haven't seen Wayne since Evelyn's first birthday. He was very much like a father to you. You started calling him "Dad" after it slipped out one day when he asked you to run to the store for him, and it stuck ever since. He taught you a lot, especially some skills, so you would never have to rely on a man to help when Eddie wasn't around. You haven't spoken to him much since the split, and you did miss him dearly.

"No worries. Oh, that's nice. Umm yeah, just let me know what day and what you have planned."

"Great! I'm actually hoping to get the old man to consider moving here. He's retiring soon and I think he'd be better off with family around."

"Oooohh…you sure about that? You know how Wayne is." You giggled.

"I know, I know. Maybe you can sweeten the deal."

"Eddie, I want no part in your shenanigans,buuuuut I do miss him. Evelyn should have her granddad around."

"I knew you'd see it my way."

There's a small silence, and you hear Eddie sigh.

"Everything okay with you? You looked like you were crying earlier today."

"Yeah, I just got soap in my eyes. Burned like a bitch." You quickly replied.

"Hmm okay… I just wanted to make sure."

You could tell he didn't really believe you, but he wasn't going to push.

"Oh, one more thing…what are you wearing?"

"Ugh, goodnight, Eddie."

"Hey, I tried. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Y/N, I know it's only been a few days, but I really do miss you. I can't wait to see you when I get back from New York." Keanu cooed into the phone.

"I miss you too. How's New York?"

"It's great! There's tons of places I'd love to take you. Oh! I didn't get a chance to tell you, but the rest of the band is here in New York, and we're doing a few secret shows while I'm here!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, that sounds fun! I'm kinda jealous of the people who get to see Dogstar live." You frowned.

"Well, maybe I can talk to the band and set up a show when I get home."

"That would be awesome! But you don't have to do that, Keanu."

"I know, but I would definitely do it for you, beautiful."

"You're too sweet."

"Y/N, you know what else I miss?"

"Hmm? What's that?"

"I miss your plump lips wrapped around my hard cock while you look up at me with those big beautiful eyes. I'm sorry if that was brazen of me, but jesus christ Y/N! Any time I think about you, that's one of the things that come across my mind. And you get so wet for me while you do it." Keanu breathes heavily.

"I enjoy it, and if I can be honest, I like being in control sometimes, and in those moments, I'm very much in control, aren't I?"

"Mm, yes, you are, sweetheart. I'm practically puddy in your hands when I'm in your mouth. Fuck! I can't wait to see you when I get home, I'm going to tear into you!"

"I can't wait either. I.."

"MOMMY!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to cut our conversation short. Evelyn just woke up."

"No worries. I'll call you when I get some free time. I hope you have a good day, gorgeous. Bye."

"Thank you, you too. Talk to you later."

You lay in bed for a few more minutes to gather yourself. You get up to check on Evelyn, ready to start your day super early. You find her back asleep, arms spread out, one leg hanging off the bed.

"Oh, my wild child. Just like your dad."

You gently put her leg back in the bed and cover her up. You think about calling Eddie on the walk back to your room, but it's around 5:30 am, and you're sure he's passed out by now. You open your closet and pull out a box. It was a box that was a mixture of sex toys, lubes, a Polaroid camera, and a velvet bag that held a pair of handcuffs. You opened it and pulled them out, the biggest smile flashed across your face.

It was your first week in Hawkins and your parents moved you and your younger siblings there after your graduation. You saw a flyer on the side of the building for a band playing at the Hideout. 'Corroded Coffin? Hmm might as well. It'll give me something to do in this boring town.' You thought. That night you met Eddie. Somehow you'd catch him staring at you and then quickly turn his head. You were in the crowd when his band played and you did enjoy the music. After the set you went to the bar and got some water before heading home.

"Who celebrates with water?"

Eddie stands next to you at the bar.

"Well, I'm not celebrating anything…should I be?" You laughed.

"Is this not your first Corroded Coffin show? I've never seen you at any of our shows, and trust me, I would notice and remember a pretty face in the crowd." Eddie smiled.

"You're correct. This is my first time here and seeing your band. I just moved here a week ago with my family."

"So come celebrate with me and my band. I can make sure you get home safely."

"Oh yeah? I'm not sure about that. You may try to keep me handcuffed in a basement." You giggled while hooking your finger on the handcuffs he was wearing attached to his belt.

"Oh! No! I would never do that! Do I come off like that type of guy?!"

"No, you don't come off like that. I was joking…maybe. " You could barely control your laughter.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." As you extended your hand.

"Eddie, amongst other colorful names the town has given me."

He takes your hand in both his, feeling the cold sensation of his rings against your warm skin.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Soooo are you gonna stay?"

"Sorry, I really gotta go. See ya around." You smiled and made your way to leave.

"HEY! HOW DO I GET A HOLD OF YOU?!" Eddie shouted.

"COME FIND ME!" You shouted back.

Eddie just happened to run into you at Starcourt Mall, got your number, and eventually asked you out on a date. He was very polite, a great listener, and made you laugh any chance he got. You both shared secrets that you swore each of you would take your graves, insecurities, and dreams. You two were inseparable.

You take the bag, put everything away and put it in another box full of things that you weren't ready to get rid of. You decide to try to get a little bit of sleep before Evelyn wakes up. Your eyes close and you feel a slight dip in the bed, a small arm wraps around your stomach.

"Mommy, can I have waffles and bacon, please?"

"Of course, baby. Coming right up." You giggled.

"There's my girls!" Wayne exclaimed.

"GRANDPAAAA!" Evelyn yells, running.

"Hi Wayne. It's been too long." You smiled

You spent the whole evening laughing and having fun. It felt like old times. You took some pictures and set up the camera and got a "family" shot. Evelyn was getting sleepy, so you offered to put her to bed.

"You ready to go to bed, love bug?

"Uh huh. Mommy, are you going to spend the night too?"

There was an awkward silence through Eddie's penthouse.

"Oh no, baby. I'm going home to sleep in my bed. Grandpa Wayne is staying here for a few days, so he'll sleep in the guest room, you have your room, and Daddy has his." You explained.

"Can't you share a bed with Daddy? Like other mommies and daddies?"

You nervously looked at Eddie and mouthed "help me" to him.

"Uh,sweetheart, some mommies and daddies don't like to share beds with one another. "

"Okay. Mommy, can you read me a story please?"

"Of course." You smile and follow Evelyn to her room.

"Boy, you should have done right by her. I don't know what got into you when you signed that deal and went on tour. That girl was head over heels for you, and I knew that the first night you brought her over. Eddie, I love you, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kick your ass. You lost a good one."

"You think I don't know that?? When I left the house that morning after she kicked me out, I thought I would be fine. Off to the next one, then the next, and so on and so forth. I found myself comparing every woman to her! I tried to stop, but it never failed. 'Y/N would have handled that differently. Y/N makes this better.' Sometimes I can't sleep knowing I destroyed my family and hurt her. She didn't deserve that, I didn't deserve her. I want to make things right, Wayne."

"Son, I'd be surprised if there weren't about a hundred men trying to break down her door for a chance. She's not like these Hollywood girls. She's a genuine and caring person. You better act quickly before someone beats you to it." Wayne huffed.

You walk back into the living room.

"I gotta go. I promised Luna I'd have a few drinks with her before I go home, and my taxi should be here soon."

"Well, sweetheart, it was good to see you. I hope I see you a few more times while I'm visiting." Wayne said as he hugged you.

"It was good seeing you too, Dad. Ya know you should move here when you retire. I'd love for you to see Evelyn more. She needs her granddad around."

"Did Eddie put you up to this??"

"Oh, no!" You smiled and winked at Eddie.

"Wayne, just think about it." Eddie stated.

"Fine, I'll think about it."

"My taxi is here. Thanks for dinner, Eddie. Goodnight."

"Maybe you're meant to be together? You really need to talk to him, or you can ignore it, move on with Keanu, and keep second guessing yourself. "

Not only was Luna your babysitter, but she was your best and pretty much only friend out here. She helped pick up the pieces after you kicked Eddie out. She was pretty protective of you. She kept you from making rash decisions in the wake of your breakup that would have landed you on the front cover of the tabloids. But what you didn't know is that she was also a listening ear for Eddie, and she knew how he felt about you. Fortunately, she was a good friend to you both and was unbiased in this situation. She gave you advice when asked, nothing more and nothing less.

"Luna, I just don't want to go through it again. I can't let a man tell me twice that he doesn't want me."

"Did he ever say he didn't want you? He cheated, I get it. Some people like to have their cake and eat it too. There was nothing wrong with you then. There's nothing wrong with you now."

"I know." You frowned.

"Y/N, I gotta get going. I have a nanny gig in the morning. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?" Luna grabbed your hand and squeezed it as she smiled.

You stayed and had a few more drinks, and the liquid courage was flowing through your blood. You asked the bartender for the phone. It took you a few drunken tries to dial Eddie's number correctly, but you finally got it.

"Hello?"

"EDDIE! IT'S ME!"

"Y/N?"

"YESSSSSS! YOU ARE CORRECT, SIR!" You drunkenly yell through the phone.

"Why are you yelling? Are you drunk??" Eddie questioned.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." You whispered.

"Y/N, just try to speak in a normal volume. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Yes, maybe…I don't know. I'm at Sunset Bar."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll tell Wayne to keep an eye on Evelyn."

Eddie finds you at the bar nursing a glass of water. He thanks the bartender for keeping an eye on you.

"You lush." Eddie chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist.

"Let's get you home, Princess."

"Thank you, Eddie. Will you make a fluffernutter when we get home?" You murmured.

"Anything for you." Eddie smiled.

You sat in the seat and stared at Eddie. You admired his profile. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands of his wavy hair in his face, and he had a fresh undercut. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. When he belted out the words to his favorite songs, the veins in his neck would bulge. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. You reached over and lightly scratched the back of his head, feeling the prickly hairs on the tip of your fingers.

"Mm, that feels really good."

"I bet it does. You know what else would feel really good?"

"Hmm?" Eddie hummed as he gave you a side glance with a raised eyebrow.

"Your fat cock deep inside me."

Eddie's ring clad hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles whiting.

"Fuck, Princess are you sure? You've been drinking. I don't think we should."

"I'm a little drunk, yes, but I know exactly what I want, Sir." You grinned.

"Y/N, you don't even know what that does to me. Thank god we're almost home."

Eddie ups the speed a little, making it to the gate, pushing the access button repeatedly, trying to get it open as quickly as possible. You start to unbutton the top of your dress as Eddie pulls up to your house and places the car in park. You take off your seat belt and press the release button on Eddie's. You're straddling him before he knows it, his bulge pressed against your warm, wet core.

"Sweetheart, you couldn't wait until we got inside?"

"No, Eddie. I need you inside me now! I need to feel you. I need to feel something other than these god damn conflicting feelings I have for you! Please, I'm begging you." You pouted.

You left Eddie speechless. All he could do at this moment was to grab your face and kiss you. Your lips pressed against his hard, tongues rolling over each other. He breaks away, grabbing you by the back of your neck, he licks the side of your neck and reaches your ear.

"You're so fucking needy, I love it when you beg." He growled.

Eddie pulls on the handle to lean his seat back. He reaches up your dress to find your panties.

"Oh, baby, I hope these aren't your favorite panties." Eddie grinned.

He pulls out his switchblade and cuts your panties off you and tosses them in the passenger seat—You haven't seen Eddie like this in a very long time. Sure you'd let him paddle you every so often and do a little dom/sub play, but he was always so soft spoken and well mannered ever since you decided to start hooking up,b afraid of fucking things up more. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, releasing his hard member, pre cum already forming at the tip. You firmly grab it to line up to your soaking wet entrance.

"Wait, I don't have any condoms. Did you bring any?"

"No, I didn't. I'm out, and right now, I really don't care. Just don't cum in me."

You gasp as you sink down on Eddie's thick cock. You feel a pleasurable burn as he stretches you out. He grabs on to your hips as you start riding him.

"Fuck, your so wet for me, Princess. All that for me?" Eddie breathes haggardly.

"Mm, yes, it's all for you, Eds. Your dick.. f-f-feels so fucking good!"

"I've missed being inside you, your tight pussy gripping around my cock. Fuck, if you keep riding me like this, I don't know how long I'll last, Princess."

You love it when he calls you "Princess", it sparks the fire growing in your stomach. Eddie's thumb finds your swollen clit and rubs it with a little bit of pressure. Your breath starts to hitch.

"There it is. I know you're close, sweetheart. I want you to cum for me, cream all over my dick."

With your hands on Eddie's chest, you lean slightly forward, your hips roll desperately to reach your orgasm. Eddie frantically runs circles on your throbbing clit.

"FFFUUUUCCCKK!" You yell as you dissolve into pleasure.

You keep riding Eddie while you ride out your orgasm.

"Princess, I-I'm.. you gotta get off, or I'm gonna bust in you!"

You're already chasing your second orgasm.

"Mmm Eds, I-I-I can't stop! I'm cumming again!" You panted.

Eddie holds you down by your hips as you both reach climax. He spills himself into you, covering your pulsing walls, clenching around him, milking every last bit of him.

You fall on to his chest, trying to catch your breath.

"Eddie…I-I love you." You breathed.

"I love you too, Princess." He huffed.

"Y/N, as much as I love being in this, uh situation with you, I think we should go into the house and get cleaned up."

"Yeah, you're right." You giggled.

You're both laying in bed after your shower together, your head resting on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I wish I could take everything back." Eddie whispered into your hair.

"Then why did you do it? I know I'm not pretty like the groupies on tour or the women out here. Why wasn't I enough for you?" Your voice trembled.

"You're gorgeous, Y/N. You were when we first met, and you'll always be. You were enough. I was just a scared little boy. Everything happened so fast, getting signed, Evelyn, moving to California…I just didn't know how to handle it all, and I didn't know how to tell you."

You sat up to look Eddie in the eyes.

"Eddie, look at me. You could have told me anything. We've shared so many secrets that we knew each other inside and out. Whatever the world threw at us, we were in it together." You cried.

Eddie held you in his arms.

"Shh, I know. I fucked up. I'm sorry Y/N. I'll do better…if you let me try."

"I..I don't know, Eddie." You sniffled.

You eventually fell asleep in his arms. Only to wake up in an empty bed. You roll out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Eddie is sitting at the table having a cup of coffee. There was a lull in the air.

"Good morning, Eds." You smiled.

"So when were you going to tell me that you've been seeing someone else? Keanu fucking Reeves of all people!"

"We're not that serious. We're not exclusive. And why does it matter who I'm seeing or if I'm seeing anyone? You're the last person who should be concerned about my dating life." You snapped.

"Well he sounded pretty fucking serious in the message he left this morning!" Eddie bellowed.

"Does he know about us?"

"He knows what you put me through."

"So he doesn't know that you call me over here to fuck you senseless when you want to get off?.... Are you fucking him?"

"What? That's none of your god damn business, Eddie. I'm single, I can do as I please. YOU! YOU CHOSE THIS FOR ME WHEN YOU DECIDED TO FUCK EVERY BITCH FROM HERE TO THE EAST COAST AND LIE TO ME UNTIL ONE OF THEM HAD THE GUTS TO TELL ME THE TRUTH!" You sobbed.

"Fuck, Eds. I love you, but how do I know you won't cheat on me again? I would look so fucking stupid for trusting you with my heart again."

"... Why him?"

" I dunno, he's nice. He makes me feel seen and heard. I know where I stand with him. He knows I have responsibilities, and he supports me pursuing my passion in art. If it wasn't him, Eds, I'm sure it would have been one of the plethora of guys that came around after we broke up. I didn't realize people knew who I was, but obviously, others were paying attention to me."

You could see that Eddie was disappointed in himself. His eyes were darting back and forth. He seemed like he was analyzing an invisible piece of code on the table.

"Let's get married!" Eddie blurted.

"Eddie, you can't do that to me! This isn't going to magically solve any of this."

"You love me, right? And I love you. Let's do this!"

"Eds, it's going to take a lot for us to even get to the idea of marriage. Maybe…we should stop having sex…take a break…just strictly co parent."

By this time, Eddie has already standing next to you at the counter, arms folded.

"Is that what you really want?"

"I think it would be best for now. We can figure out what we really want out of this, if we even want it." You sighed.

"I know what I want, and I'll fight for it. Even if I have to burn this world to the ground. But if this is what you want, I'll respect it. " Eddie muttered.

"Thank you, Eddie. I think you should get back to Wayne and Evelyn. I'm gonna hop in the shower and gather myself. Lock the door when you leave, please?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you later."

You head to your room and start your shower. Before Eddie leaves, he picks up the phone and dials *69. The phone rings a few times before Keanu picks up.

"Hello?"

"Look fucko, whatever you think you have with Y/N, you don't anymore. Leave her the fuck alone." Eddie gritted through his teeth with a clenched jaw.

"Oh, this must be Eddie, her ex that cheated on her while she was pregnant and up until the point she kicked you out. Look dude, she's a big girl, she can make her own decisions. We're having fun and living in the moment. But I do see myself pursuing this for the long run. May the best man win, bud." Keanu chuckled.

"Yeah? Well… Dogstar is dog shit!" Eddie yells before he hangs up.

'What an asshole.' Thought Eddie.

When you came back out, Eddie was already gone. You weren't sure if you did the right thing or not. Maybe you should have broken things off with Keanu. You decided to grab some breakfast at your favorite diner. As soon as you were leaving the phone range.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, beautiful, how are you?"

"Hey, Keanu! I'm okay, a bit hungry, so I'm on my way to get some breakfast. How are you?"

"I'm great, just missing you. Would you be able to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Oh, you're coming home early? Yeah, Evelyn is with Eddie and her granddad for the week. So I'm hanging solo."

"Unfortunately, I'm not coming home early, but I'd like to fly you out for a few days, if that's okay?"

"Of course! I'll let Eddie know that I'm going out of town for a few days."

"Perfect. I'll have a driver pick you up in two hours. Don't worry about packing, we'll go shopping. See you later, Y/N."

"Bye, Keanu."

You're all smiles and butterflies. You grab your sunglasses and head out the door to the diner. In a few hours, you'll be in the arms of another man. Did it make you feel bad? A bit, but you deserved to be happy.

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Baby Parker

(Parts 16-19 via Wattpad)

Master of masterlists || baby Parker || Wattpad

an: its 3:30am what is sleep, ive had like 3 hours lmao anyway. Bit of short one but the next one will hopefully be longer!

EDDIES POV

ozzy is now a few hours old, and y/n is napping while he naps on my bare chest. The nurses said skin to skin is super important, so here i am sat shirtless with my little baby boy in a nappy and pair of socks on my chest, blanket laying over his body to keep him warm.

His head is full of dark hair, y/n said he's the spitting image of me, i dont see it, but im utterly in love with the little man. Its coming up to 9am ish when he starts fussing a little, the nurse had come in and showed me how to change his nappy as i was scared he'd break, she also put a bottle of new born formula on the side incase he got fussy again. Knowing that mum needed the rest after that long arse birth.

y/n begins waking up slowly i grin at her as she does "morning sleepy head" i smile moving to place a kiss on her forehead. The chair im in is sat next to the bed. "my boys" she mumbles yawning, moving the back of her hand to her mouth as she does. "You both ok?" she says voice still full of sleep. I nod and kiss her forehead again "rest hun" i whisper, "can i hold him?" she says softly, i nod passing the little boy over to her, he snuggles straight into her chest.

"c'mere" she sighs patting the bed next to her, i grin and sit beside her wrapping my arm around her shoulders looking down at her and the little boy. "Its not visiting hours yet but i your daughters here?" a nurse says walking into the room, "yeah, i rang gareth to bring her down" i chuckle looking at y/n. She smiles softly nodding as i get up, putting on my shirt and walking out into the waiting room.

"Hey man, sorry she was just getting fussy and kept asking for you and y/n" he sighs, i smile softly picking up the little girl who is holding on tightly to her blanket, dressed in her pjs still. "hey sweetheart" i grin kissing over her face. "Did you have fun with uncle gar" i grin she nods but cuddles into the crook of my neck, "oh baby" i chuckle rubbing her back. "Im gonna head home and sleep, i dunno how you both do it honestly" he chuckles i grin thanking him before he leaves before taking parker into the room.

"Now park, gotta be quiet ok? look" i say pointing to her mum and the baby "baba?" she says i nod "yeah thats your baby, your little brother" i grin kissing her head. "baby!" y/n says seeing the little girl, "muma" she grins i chuckle placing the little girl on the bed next to her mum, her trying to look over the bundle of blankets that her brother is hiding in.

"parker meet ozzy" she smiles at the two babies. "ozzy this is your big sister parker" she says as the little boy begins to opens his eyes looking around the room. Ozzy lets out a little yawn as he looks around at his surrounds. His brown eyes looking into y/c/e she grins placing a kiss on his forehead. "my babies" she mumbles sighing softly, "you hungry hun?" i grin she nods "i'll be back, parker wanna come?" she huffs before opening her arms for me to take her before we leave the room on the hunt to find some food.

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an: ya girls hella depressed, but shes meeting the vecnussy(jamie) in november so... anyway short little chapter! tell me what you want to see happen next!

YOUR POV

Feeding ozzy is a breeze, compared to parker theres no problem with him latching on to my nipple to suck. Eddie and Parker walk back into the room with big grins on their faces. "what you done" i mumble looking at them, eddie grins "nothing hunni, we got you pancakes and a milkshake" he smiles placing the food on the little table for me, as parker sits on the chair beside eddie eating her apple slices.

"thankyou hun" i mumble, leaning up to give him a kiss, ozzy now done with breast feeding, i burp him, and he shows off a windy smile, clearly milk drunk. Eddie chuckles watching the little boy. I put ozzy in the little cot beside my bed as i begin eating my breakfast. "this is so good" i sigh softly eddie chuckles "i bet huh" i nod "i love you" i sigh looking at the man, his checkered shirt, not buttoned up all the way and his joggers having loose on his hips. His hair also in a messy low bun, resting on the back of his neck.

"i love you bub" he grins leaning over and kissing me softly, "umm could you just pass me that envelope in the bag?" i smile at eddie, he nods and grabs the envelope. "Did you wanna give Parker the teddy ozzy got her" i grin, eddie nods finding the bear.

"hey parker look what ozzy got you" he smiles showing the girl the bear, sitting her on the bed with me. "bear!" she grins grabbing it cuddling it to her chest, "yeah bear, ozzy got it for you to say thanks for being his big sister" eddie says smiling at the little girl. "tanks" she grins looking for the baby. "Hes a sleep bubba" i grin kissing her head.

"Eds" i smile "theres also a little present for you" i smile, he frowns "dont be silly" i smile and hand him the envelope. "open it" i smile bringing parker closer to my chest, kissing the top of her head.

EDDIES POV

i open the letter and read over it, then re read over it. I look at y/n and parker and open my mouth but nothing comes out. I look at the letter again "you sure?" she nods, "yeah" she smiles, eyes filling with tears. "dada" Parker grins reaching her hands out to me. I put the letter down and grab parker giving her a big hug. "ove youuu dada" she grins placing a sloppy open mouth kiss on my cheek. I break at this point.

"oh eds" y/n grins taking my hand into hers. "you really want me to adopt her?" i sob sitting on the bed beside her. she nods "its what we want isnt it park" she grins kissing the little girls cheek, parker just giggles and cuddles into my chest "dada" she smiles up at me.

"i.. but i" y/n smiles softly, "then ozzy AND her will both have your last name, it only makes sense, your her dad" she shrugs, "but im not" i mumble, y/n rolls her eyes softly taking the back of her hand to get rid of her tears before using her thumb to get rid of mine.

"Eddie Munson, you are her father, yes you may not be her biological dad but youve been there when shes hurt, happy, her birthday, her teeth coming in, her first steps, when she has a bad dream" she says listing things off. "its very much like how you see wayne" she smiles "you dont get to choose your parents" she chuckles, "but parker did choose you" she sighs, placing her hand on my thigh. "dada add?" parker says looking at me, frowning and moving her hands to my cheeks "daddys fine bub" i chuckle sniffing away the snot and tears. "dada" she says "yeah baby" i smile.

"ooovveee yoouu" she giggles, i let out a sob quickly covering my face with one arm as parker wraps her arms around my neck. "Obviously you dont have to i jus--" y/n says "no i will, i want nothing more than to be here for her... and ozzy and you obviously" i chuckle covering my face and looking at my girls. y/n smiling at me "yeah?" i nod "yeah" i grin kissing her softly looking at the paperwork again.

"then its just you" i chuckle looking at y/n. She frowns "your the only one thats not a munson" i grin at her "well yet" i chuckle and wink at her.

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an: sorry i havent posted in ages, my mental health has gone to shit and i've moved back in with the fam and yeah.. but here we go!

Baby boy munson is now a week old, and we're at home laying on the sofa, with baby boy on my chest as he naps, eddie has taken parker to do a small food shop. The house is quiet... too quiet. When the phone rings, "hello" I say sitting up a little, making sure not to wake the baby thats sleeping on my chest.

"y/n?" "Hi who's speaking?" "its Eric, look i know its been a while but im coming down to hawkins, and was wondering if you wanted to meet up" "why the fuck are you coming to hawkins" "i've got family down there, you know this" "no i dont? how did you get my number?! you completely ignored all contact from me after that night" "well i heard you were expecting, so" "so you dodged the bullet" "well yeah, but its not like you kept the thing is it" he chuckles.

"im hanging up now, dont call me again" i put the phone down, and sigh. Feeling the anger starting to boil up, i pat Ozzy's back as he begins waking up, "hey im sorry little guy" i mumble kissing his head as he goes back off to sleep.

Later that evening, Ozzy's asleep in his cot and your getting parker ready for bed as eddie talks to his band mates in the living area. "dada?" parker says "daddys busy honey" i smile kissing her forehead, "dada issss" she grins, i chuckle and nod carrying the little girl into the living area, "eds, hun, sorry she wanted to say good night"

He grins and takes her in his arms, "good night my princess" he smiles placing lots of kisses all over her little face, she giggles and puts her small hands on his cheeks "dada illy" she giggles. "Guys i'll be two minutes" he smiles getting up "come on little one lets get you to bed" he smiles, walking into her bedroom, i follow after him, both of us tucking her into bed and kissing her forehead before walking out the room.

"So where were we" he grins, i smile and busy myself in the kitchen as they talk over the new setlist they wanna play at the new club thats opening in the town over. "I'm sure Wayne wont mind having the little ones for the evening" he smiles looking at me. "i dunno hun, ozzy's still only small" i sigh, he nods. "The gigs not for another two weeks" i sigh and dry my hands, "maybe? i dunno" he nods "we'll see closer to the time i suppose" he smiles pulling me to sit on his lap.

The day of the gig flew by, Wayne had agreed to look after both little ones that evening, it not being much bother as they were both asleep by the time i left. "Please call me if anything happens or" he smiles stopping me "i know, now go have fun" he smiles, i nod sighing before getting in the car and driving to the town over.

Once there i meet eddie outside, wrapping my arms around him and sighing softly, he chuckles kissing the top of my head "come" he grins, taking my hand and leading me into the little green room.

"Hey y/n this is Eric, Michael and John" Gareth smiles, "Their performing tonight as well, plus this ones like my fourth cousin?" he grins "third but" eric grins, i shake my head "no" i mumble looking down. "oh hey y/n" he grins, "long time no see" he chuckles "you know each other?" gareth smiles. "oh yeah, we go waaaay back dont we" he grins. I shake my head "no" Eddie frowns "sweetheart whats wrong?"

"no-nothing" i mumble gripping his hand tighter. He frowns but doesnt push it further, Eric just smirks and goes back over to his band mates, of fucking course he'd be here. How did i not know they were cousins?!

"i've got to go set up but i'll be back in 10 ok" eddie grins kissing my forehead i nod "i'll co--" "stay here, have a drink, relax" he grins "10 minutes" he smiles, i sigh as he walks out the room with his band. "a shame your taken sweet" eric grins, "really missed that body of yours" "fuck off" i turn to him. He just smirks at me, "oh she has attitude now" "i swear to fuck, drop it, leave it, leave me alone" "heard you just had a baby with that munson kid, surprised he didnt run, he looks like the type to run" he grins.

"eric i said leave it" i sigh "or what" he laughs, Eddie walks back in "hey, i for- hey baby" he chuckles as i rush into his chest. "Eds i think i needa go, im not feeling to good" i mumble, "baby i know your worried about the kids but their fine" he smiles "kids? as in more than one?" eric says. Eddie nods "uhh yeah Parker and Ozzy" he smiles, showing him a polaroid of the two babies. "y/n" eric says, "no" i say "y/n how old is the other one" "i said no" i say hiding away into eddies chest.

"y/n" he says again, but with more force, "whoa dude" eddie says, i sigh and turn to face eric. "You dodged the bullet remember" i say, tear now filling my eyes, bottom lip going.

"you ignored the calls," i say as tears start to run down my face, "baby wha" eddie says, i shake my head and pull away from his grip.

"i've got a daughter?" eric says, i shake my head.

"Your her donor, but your not her father" i say, full on crying now.

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REVENGE

Notes: This is part three of chapter four. If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading part one of chapter one.

This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Ryan Wilder made a choice to be a hero on Batwoman. What happens when she chooses a different path?

Part 3 is short, but remember I've got parts in total for your. A lot happens in this chapter, so it'll be worth it, I promise!

Enjoy this snack.

CHAPTER FOUR - DUPLICITY (Part Three)

Ryan goes after the psychologist who evaluated her after her mom’s death, and determined that she should serve out her time in a youth correctional facility.

JUNE 30TH, 9:00AM, THE HOLD UP

At ten minutes before 9am, Sophie was the first one at the bar, but not for long, because Tyler was right behind her with his laptop bag thrown over his shoulder and a coffee in each hand.

Sophie: "Morning."

Tyler: "Wasn't sure how you take it, but figured you'd have milk or sugar here, anyway."

When he reaches the bar, he hands her a cup, and she nods in thanks. Her sister and Angelique walk in, next.

Sophie: "We can work in the office. I just need a minute."

Jordan: "Tell me why we're here two hours early, again. And why is there a Crow in our bar?"

Sophie: "If you want more freedom, you're going to have to train Angelique to do more than bartend."

Jordan: "Isn't that your job, boss?"

Sophie: "Actually, my job is to tell you what yours is, and this morning, it's training Angelique. Tyler, let's go."

She spares herself Jordan's eye roll and any forced small talk with Angelique by quickly turning and heading towards the office without checking to make sure Tyler followed her. He said he followed the chain of command…If they were going to work together, he might as well start falling in line now. When she sits behind her desk, he's already begun taking the seat in front of her.

Tyler: "I can't believe you hired that ex-con. And isn't she an addict?"

Sophie: "I didn't, my mom did. And she's recovered. Also, what if we judge the system that failed her instead of the person who fell victim to it. And I thought you weren't here about my restaurant management skills."

Tyler: "Okay, didn't mean to offend your bestie."

Sophie: "Wrong again. I think I'm starting to see why Jacob Kane needs my help if this is your people reading A-game."

Tyler: "Wow! You're really not a morning person are you?"

Sophie: "Tyler…Before we travel beyond the point of return, why don't we discuss what you came for?"

Tyler: "Fine with me. You were so closed to the idea of working with us the other night, we never settled on your terms. I need an agreement and NDA signed before I can show you anything."

Sophie: "I'm five grand a week. Take it or leave it, if you even have the authority to make that decision."

Tyler smirks.

Tyler: "I do."

Sophie: "And since you came to me, we do things my way. I need access to everything. You guys are the ones with corruption, and if I'm going to find out what's going on, it won't be by piecemealing information together because your boss wants to keep secrets. You never know what's relevant, so I need it all. If I ask questions you won't answer, I'm out."

Tyler: "Be reasonable. Even I don't have that much clearance."

Sophie: "And maybe that's why you're failing. I'll sign whatever is required, but get me the clearance, or there's no point."

Tyler takes a beat to think, not breaking eye contact with her. Jacob had a lot of conviction around Sophie Moore, and her reputation from her time with the DOD in National City did precede her. He pulls out a Crows branded folder, opens it and writes something on a sheet of paper. He turns it around so Sophie can read the print. He's written the date and her fee onto a contract on the lines that were left blank. The file already has Jacob Kane's signature on it, and there are other pages behind it."

Tyler: "We're giving you a ten thousand dollar sign on. Boss said to double your rate for that. The NDA is behind it. Sign that, and I'll let you get started looking through what I was already working on while I make a call about your clearance. Worst case, you were paid for your consult today."

Sophie really can't fathom walking away from ten thousand dollars for two hours of her time. She quickly scans the documents, and then grabs a pen and signs. She looks up, and flips her palm out so he can give her whatever he needs reviewed. He drops a flash drive into her hand.

Tyler: "Password is question everyone. Question mark, capital E for every, the number one."

Sophie gives him a grimace instead of a smile as he turns and walks out of the room, she assumes to call Jacob. She calls out to him before he's out of earshot.

Sophie: "I'm making copies of this."

She puts the drive into her computer and starts scrolling through the files and folders. One folder quickly catches her eye, and compulsion completely wins out over her ethics for a moment. She opens the file, which has very little in it, and prays her semi-photographic memory doesn't let her down this time, as she tries to retain everything her eyes can see.

She hears footsteps approaching and quickly closes out of the file she was reading, just barely resisting the unexplainable urge to delete it.

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12 HOURS LATER

Mary takes a seat at the bar, big sister sitting again, and Jordan comes over to greet her.

Mary: "You look beat."

Jordan: "Sophie's had us here all day, and she's barely come out of that office."

Mary catches a glimpse of a petite, latinx looking, late-twenty something with a high pony, shuffling around in a hurry behind Jordan and raises a brow.

Mary: "Us? Who's the new girl?"

Jordan: "Her name's Angelique. My mom hired her. She's cool, I guess."

Mary: "Still deciding, eh?"

Jordan cracks a small smile. She's always liked Mary.

Jordan: "Do you want me to try to get Sophie to come out?"

Mary: "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. She's gotta pee or something eventually, right? And, I can bug you for a while instead."

Jordan laughs while shaking her head no.

Jordan: "I think they taught her how to forget she has a bladder at Point Rock."

Mary: "Even soldiers have to go at some point. I'll bust her out of there eventually if she takes too long."

Jordan: "You are pretty good at convincing her to do stuff. I'll have to remember that."

Mary: "Depending on the ask, I'm happy to lend my services. She doesn't always know what's good for her."

Jordan: "Girl…! You know what? I'll be here all night if I start on that right now. Let me go see what your evil not-twin and her lackeys want to order."

Mary: "I'm following up on that other part when you get back!"

Jordan walks over to the cartoon crew, who seem like characters of themselves, and asks if they want their usual. They barely acknowledge her, because they're being too rowdy. She notices Tatiana is missing and likes them even less. So she takes them basically ignoring her as a yes, and walks off.

Tatiana is returning from the restroom and catches Jordan heading back behind the bar. So, she takes a seat at it instead of going straight back to the table. When Jordan notices her, she walks over before entering the table's order.

Jordan: "Thought maybe you finally realized there are better people to hang out with than those Lord of the Flies wannabes."

Tatiana: "Throwback! No, I haven't ditched them yet."

Jordan: "Why is that again?"

She shrugs.

Tatiana: "They keep inviting me out, and I don't like to say no."

Jordan lifts her eyebrows, implying, 'if you say so…'

Jordan: "I was just about to put their usual order in. Want anything different?"

Tatiana: "You don't like us, but you have our order memorized?"

Jordan: "I remember everyone's order. It's like remembering a nickname for me. And why'd you group yourself with them like that?"

Tatiana: "Because you never came out again after that one time. Thought maybe I pissed you off too."

Jordan: "Oh, um…my mom got sick the night I went out with you guys, which felt like Karma telling me to chill. So, I've been trying to help out a little more. But you and I are cool. I do wish you had different friends though."

Tatiana: "You could invite me out with your friends sometime."

Jordan: "As soon as I make some, you'll be the first to know."

Jordan salutes Tatiana, and then turns to finally place the order. It wasn't that Jordan literally had no friends, but she was never the type to go out. She took a year off of school because she thought she should live a little prior to tackling even greater education.

School, running, volunteering, and activism were her life. She liked long distance running because it didn't feel like a team sport; she could be as good at it as she wanted all on her own. And she was smart, but she wasn't a straight A student because she'd rather go to a protest than go to class, so she missed assignments here and there. In fact, one teacher called her "a missed opportunity."

So while she was accepted everywhere she applied, she wasn't getting any full rides to college. And even though she was more or less a good kid, she was too busy to help out at the restaurant throughout most of high school. All the work she'd been doing around the bar recently wasn't exactly the "living," she imagined she'd be doing though. The temptation to cut loose was sometimes strong, and the wonderland gang almost made it too easy, so she'd given herself one night off of loathing them to see what the hype was about. It didn't end up being worth it.

Mary calls her over after she's done keying the order into the computer. She'd watched the exchange with Tatiana, and is curious.

Mary: "So, are you guys, like, friends now or something?"

Jordan: "I don't know. She's not exactly like them, but she doesn't seem bothered by them, and that makes her questionable."

Mary: "So you inherited that 'save the girl' Moore thing?"

Jordan: "What's that?"

Mary: "Even without the career, Sophie will put herself in harm's way for someone she thinks might be worthy enough to have their back. That's Tatiana for you."

Jordan: "You saying I have some sort of savior complex?"

Mary: "I'm saying you're a good person, but make sure your back is covered when you're busy watching someone else's, too. Not everyone worthy of being saved can or wants to be saved. It might be trying to help them that causes you the most harm."

Jordan nods in understanding, and agreement to think about what Mary said before heading back out to check on her other tables.

~~~~~

To be continued...

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things we don't say

A continuation of the some other life 'verse.

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Chapter Two: The Crows

Jesper drums his fingers against his thigh.

He's not one to talk right now, but Inej doesn't look well. She moves slower than she used to, as if the weight of the world is drowning her. The break up must have hit her harder than he thought.

She is really not going to like his plan to rescue Wylan.

"Have you ever heard of Jan Van Eck?" he asks.

Inej shakes her head, zipping up her coat. "Should I know him?"

"He's a rich business owner who lives in one of those mansions in the Financial District. Unfortunately for us, he's also Wylan's dad."

She raises an eyebrow. "You want to break into a multi-millionaire's house? Jesper, his house will be crawling with security. We'll get caught."

"Have a little faith," he replies, but she's right. He drags a hand down his face. "We've got to try anyway. Wylan needs our help."

Inej's face softens at the mention of his fiance. There's a reason she always aces her religious studies and politics course; all Inej wants to do is to protect other people. She'll change the world someday, but today, he only needs her to change Wylan's.

"Where are we going?" she asks, half-jogging to keep up with Jesper.

He slows his pace. He forgets she has little legs. "My house. I've already convinced Nina and Matthias to help us out—"

"You're stealing my friends," she mutters.

"—And we bribed Wylan's tutor to pretend Wylan is with him for an hour, so Matthias is picking him up now."

He glances over at Inej, gauging her reaction. This is not the happy-go-lucky woman he spent time with last spring, and she's probably going to punch him when they turn the next corner.

He'll take it on the chin, though. Getting her to agree to the plan is the easy part. Getting her to stay is riskier.

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"How are we getting there?" she asks. "I have a 9am lecture tomorrow, so I don't want to be walking home at midnight because you..."

She trails off as they reach the front of the library, staring at the minivan with 'free candy' spray painted on the side. Folding her arms across her chest, she stops in her tracks and glares at Jesper.

"Seriously? Jes, I want to help you, but I can't..."

The break up may have happened months ago, but the pain in her eyes is fresh. He should have called her more often. He was so consumed with his own love life that he forgot to help his friends through theirs.

He expected anger, but Inej looks defeated. Neither of them would tell him what happened; Kaz shut him down with a sharp comment and his infamous glare, and Inej gave him a wishy-washy answer that didn't explain anything. But he can't say he's surprised. Kaz hates vulnerability more than anything else in the world, and Inej would never bad mouth anyone.

"I promise I'm not trying to set you up," Jesper says. "Kaz doesn't know you're here either. But you're both my friends, and I need all the help I can get."

She frowns, unconvinced. He doesn't blame her for being reluctant. No break up with Kaz Brekker would be pleasant.

"Please," he repeats. "We're on a deadline, so you'll only have to see him a few times. I need you, Inej. We do."

She sighs, shoving her hands in her coat pockets. She looks even smaller than usual in the near-darkness of the evening light.

"Fine. But he won't be happy about this either."

"When are either of you happy about the things I do?" he says, smiling. Then, quieter, "Thank you, 'Nej."

"I would say 'any time', but if you try this again, I'll get Zoya to kill you."

Jesper crosses his heart. "I promise to never make you free my kidnapped fiance with your ex-boyfriend ever again."

There's no humour in her laugh. "Let's get this over with, then."

They approach Kaz's van, and Jesper opens the passenger door and sticks his head through. "I brought an extra person," he says, forcing nonchalance into his voice. "Is there room in the back, or is that crate still there?"

"I dropped it off. Who?"

"Don't be mad at me..."

Kaz pinches the bridge of his nose with a gloved hand. "Really?"

Jesper shrugs. "We need all the help we can get. Please don't kill me."

"Fine." He glares at him, pointing at the back of the van. "But both of you sit in the back, or I might consider driving us off a bridge out of spite."

"Thank you!" Jesper slams the door shut and hurries to the back.

"He's alright with me coming?" asks Inej.

He chuckles nervously. "Yep. Totally."

Her eyebrows shoot into her hairline. "You're a terrible liar, Jes."

"I know."

He slides the door open, gesturing for her to climb in first because he's a gentleman, goddamnit. She hesitates briefly before straightening her posture and clambering in.

Jesper shuts the door behind him and pretends not to notice the tension in the air. On any other day, he'd be pestering the two of them to tell him what happened, but right now, all he can focus on is Wylan.

His stomach is rolling, and he can't tell whether it's because he hasn't eaten since breakfast, or because he hasn't seen his fiance in over a month.

Drunk Jesper may have been the one to propose, but it was Sober Jesper who spent hours comparing every (affordable) ring in the jewellers. It was Sober Jesper who trusted Kaz to keep the ring safe until the time was right. Maybe this is a whirlwind romance and they'll be divorced in a year, but even then, Wy doesn't deserve to live with his father's cruelty any more.

Kaz glances at Inej in the rearview mirror. "Where am I going?"

"My place," Jesper says. "I'll direct you."

Inej shrinks down in her seat, and they're off. They could have walked to his house, but he doesn't want to waste any of the precious hour he gets to spend with Wylan on something as boring as walking.

They pull up outside in a matter of minutes. Jesper leaps out of the van before Kaz can put the handbrake on.

He can see Wylan through the window of the living room. Nina and Matthias are pressed together on the red loveseat, but Wylan is alone on the armchair, his back to the driveway.

Jesper bursts through the front door, hoping Kaz and Inej don't kill each other while they're alone. He throws himself through the door to the living room, and stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees Wylan.

Even with his tangled hair and red-rimmed eyes, he's exactly how Jesper remembered him.

"Jes," he says, slowly rising to his feet.

Jesper crosses the last few feet of distance, barrelling into him and hugging him tightly.

"I missed you too," Wylan says. Jesper can feel his smile against his chest.

"Of course you did." He swallows back the tears clogging up his throat. He's Jesper Fahey, he's not about to cry in front of all his friends. "I'm fabulous."

Wylan laughs. It's a relieved, choked sound, but it's music to Jesper's ears.

"You didn't take your boots off," Matthias grumbles, but he doesn't stand up to do anything about it. There's a loud thud as Nina smacks him. "What? They're tracking mud in."

Jesper reluctantly breaks away from Wylan, but clings onto his hand just as tight as his hug. They don't have long, but if this all goes to plan, they'll be spending the rest of their lives together.

He plonks himself down on the armchair, tugging Wylan into his lap.

Inej and Kaz walk into the room together, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Nina's eyes darken; she must know too. Matthias and Wylan, however, are clueless.

"How are you two! I haven't seen you in ages!" Wylan says, beaming.

Inej and Kaz both realise they're going to have to share a couch at the same time, and they lower themselves onto opposite ends of the leather, leaving as much room between them as possible.

"I'm alright," says Inej, unconvincing. It's a bold-faced lie, but neither Matthias or Wylan seems to notice. Nina, on the other hand, looks ready to throttle Kaz. "Are you doing well, all things considered?"

Wylan shrugs. "I think Jesper is insane, but that's nothing new."

"Hey!"

"If it works, I'll feel much better, thank you."

"What is your plan, exactly?" Kaz asks.

Jesper rubs his forehead. "Well... I only really had the beginnings of one—"

"Seriously?"

Matthias shakes his head. "You're all doomed."

"What do you have so far, then?" asks Inej. Her tone is encouraging, but Jesper can tell she's nearing the end of her tether.

"I talked to the university, and they said that if Wylan wants to re-enrol, he has to do it by Monday."

"That's a deadline, not a plan," Kaz says.

Jesper huffs. "I'm getting there. Wylan tells me that Jan Van Eck happens to be hosting a party at his mansion on Friday. All we have to do is sneak Wylan out of the house, elope, and move him in with us before dear old daddy notices."

"Oh, is that it?" Nina says, faking a yawn. "Sounds like a piece of cake."

Kaz steeples his gloved fingers under his chin. "What kind of party?"

Jesper looks at Inej, raising an eyebrow as if to say, see, this is why I invited him.

"All his rich friends," Wylan says. "They make business deals and parade their wealth around for a few hours, and everyone goes home happy."

"Sounds insufferable," Nina says.

"How many guests?" asks Kaz.

Wylan shrugs. "Fifty? It's not a dinner party, because they take up the entire mansion, but it's not an open invitation either."

"Entertainment, then?"

"A band, sometimes. And usually some performers doing a scene from the Komedie Brute."

Kaz stares out of the window above Jesper and Wylan's head, his eyes unfocused.

"Scheming face," Jesper whispers.

"Definitely," Wylan replies.

Even Inej is smiling.

"We split up," Kaz says, after a while. "Half of us can escort Wylan to the courthouse, and half of us make sure Van Eck doesn't realise his precious son is missing."

"How do we do that?" Matthias asks. "None of us can pretend to be Wylan, and Van Eck will notice if five uninvited teenagers show up to his party."

"That's why we go in as the entertainment." Kaz looks around the room, assessing all of them. "Does anyone have any special skills that could pass as a performance?"

"Bowling?" Jesper offers.

"Matthias can speak to fish?" Nina says.

"I can play the flute?" Wylan suggests.

"No to all of those. How are you supposed to be the distraction for your own escape?"

Wylan flushes red and buries his face in Jesper's shoulder. "I don't know," he says, his voice muffled.

"Acrobatics," Inej says, her voice barely audible.

For a moment, Jesper thinks Kaz is going to ignore her. He acknowledges the new information with a slight tilt of his head. "Nina?"

"Other than baking and flirting?"

"Flirting isn't a skill," Matthias grumbles.

She winks at him. "It worked on you, didn't it?"

Kaz shakes his head. "Then Jesper, Nina, Matthias, you're rescuing Wylan. Inej and I can keep Van Eck distracted."

Inej stiffens, but she doesn't protest.

"I'm just glad I'm not in the middle of those two," Jesper whispers into Wylan's ear.

They're running out of time. Soon, Wylan will have to leave again. His tutor will pass a message along to him on Thursday, but if everything goes wrong, this could be the last time Jesper sees him.

How had he come to rely on another person so quickly? His entire life, Jesper has caused his own problems, and so far, he's solved them all without much help.

But, since the moment his drunken fist accidentally connected with Wylan's face, he's been dragged into his fiance's orbit, and he never wants to leave.

Kaz pushes himself to his feet with his cane. "I'll have to call in a few favours. Wylan, I'll need you to draw a map of the house. I'll get in touch with the rest of you when I need you."

He makes it all the way into the hallway before stopping.

"Inej, do you need a lift back to campus?" he asks, his back turned to her.

All eyes are on her as she considers it. Eventually, she says, "If you don't mind."

Jesper waggles his eyebrows at Nina. He wasn't lying when he said that this isn't a matchmaking scheme, but he's still going to take all the credit if it ends up fixing their relationship anyway.

Nina mimes stabbing him and Inej smiles, but shakes her head. Rising gracefully to her feet, she waves goodbye to them and follows Kaz to his van.

No one speaks until they've driven off.

"Christ, that was awkward," Nina exhales.

"Was it?" asks Wylan, frowning.

"They broke up," Jesper explains. "Fuck knows why. Neither of them will say."

"I'm going to hoover," Matthias declares. "Unlike you, I want my deposit back."

Nina follows him into the kitchen, muttering something about waffles.

"We've still got fifteen minutes," Wylan says, looking up at Jesper.

The streetlight outside glows yellow through the window, bracketing his ginger curls in an artificial halo.

"There's a lot of things we can do in fifteen minutes," Jesper says, grinning. They may not have much time, but you'd better believe he's going to make the most of it.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #kanej #wesper #helnik #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #my writing #lina lore #mmb writes #the things we don't say #sabpromptweek2023

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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I have a question. Honestly this is an open question anyone can say anything about their opinion on this.

The question is 'Does talking about what we feel considered as complaining? Or whining?'

For example I told my parents that I'm tired and my parents (dad specifically) said that I should stop whining Because that's how it is. Same goes to my friend, I told her that I'm tired and feet hurts (I work late last night, literally went home around 1am and went to sleep at 3 then woke up at 7am Because I have morning shift) but then she said "I was just like you in my 1st week and you don't see me complaining"

The problem is I haven't had any day off like her and her job was to work from 9am until 6pm, she basically can get plenty of rest at night while I had to work from 6pm until 12midnight had to stay up late to wait for my clothes (I washed it) and even though I came to work on the evening I can't sleep until noon Because I have to take care of my lil sis so basically my sleep schedule is A HUGE MESS.

At this point I was thinking of just staying quiet. I feel like adulting is basically telling yourself that no one will hear and care about you, they won't give a single fuck. Idk tbh. My feet is hurting so much i think I sprained it or something and my back hurts, I haven't had a day off since last week. And I'm tired.

Sorry for dumping but at this point I just don't know who tell this anymore. I just need to know if it's considered as complaining/whining cuz if it is...then I'll just shut up and suck it up.

-Tendou anon

Oh my GAWD 😫 ok so this isn't directed at you at all but seriously I HATE HATE HATE H A T E it when people say "sToP cOmPlAiNiNg". First off and I mean this in not a nice way, they can fuck off.

You are entitled to your feelings without commentary from other people. Like we all need to vent sometimes and we don't need to hear critics about it. You have a right to be exhausted and run down because YOU ARE! Like seriously have these people never felt emotions before? It's not good to bottle things up until you can't handle it and alot of us look to others to help with solutions or just to vent! There is NOTHING wrong with that.

And as an adult, I can honestly say adults are the biggest hypocrits out there. They will literally look at overworked kids who have to work, do homework, have a social life, do social activities and all this crap and be like "you think you have problems now just wait until til your an adult" 🙄🙄 PLEASE! Adults will bitch and complain about literally everything and then turn around and say to someone else "well that's how it is". I'm sorry but we don't accept that energy here. I fully believe everyone is entitled to their feelings, to taking a mental health day to just feeling tired!

So in short, you aren't "complaining or whining" , you're being a human with emotions and feelings! I hope you get a break soon and that your sleep schedule gets hammered out. I know how having little sleep can affect someone!

#my lovely bbys #tendou anon

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marcholasmoth · 2 years

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OSRR: 2888

today was fucking exhausting.

sure i got some answers, but i didn't stop actively listening and/or talking to people from 9am until 2pm and it was a lot and i was so tired i didn't go to my second job and i just wanted to collapse and take a nap.

i had to get more gas today. it's less expensive on this side of the river, which is nice, but it's still expensive. shouldn't need to spend $60 to fill up my tank.

yknow, i like tutoring because it's getting the chance to share fun things with other people. it's exhausting as fuck, sure, but i get to tell people how to do math. but something else i also do is teach people how to process information. i teach them how to think things through by repetition and logic. i teach people how to do things. i do my best to teach them to not feel shame in doing what is needed. write things down. color code it all. draw pictures. fill in shakes. write out all of your math and variables. get tasks out of your head and onto paper. sort things. break it all down into smaller pieces. use every resource at your disposal to make things easier for you. never ever feel bad for doing something that makes anything easier for you. that goes for more than just schoolwork, too.

the concept of not feeling bad for doing something that makes things easier for yourself is something i saw on this website once. it stuck with me so strongly i say it to all of my students.

so much of teaching and tutoring is helping people understand how certain things work. but if you don't know what you're looking at, how are you supposed to figure it out? there is never a question i won't answer. even if it seems silly to someone that's not them, even if it seems silly to me, it's my place to educate, not belittle. if i have to explain what a mortgage is eight times in different words, i'll do it. if i need to give you step-by-step occurrences for buying a car with a loan, i'll do it. if you wanna know how i ended up here, i'll tell you. if you want to know how i see you as a student, i'll tell you. if you're frustrated about something, chances are i've also been frustrated with it. i share that feeling with my students. when i'm able to tell them why something happens and what it means, it may take a few tries to sink in, but it does. they'll walk away from the table however much time later and they'll know something new they didn't know before. they'll walk away understanding the function of this specific kind of calculator. they'll understand the logic behind this kind of problem or that sort of situation. and they'll also know i have their back. and i think that last part is the most important bit of all.

everyone needs someone in their corner.

(also i talked to my advisor on the phone and i got some answers about everything and i sent her an email with my course selections for the summer and fall and i'll be registered once i'm approved, and i learned the estate will be settled soon, and i figured out if i grab the corset i made in high school it'll probably fit and i can wear that for the renfaire and all sorts of stuff today.)

buuuut joel is leaning on me and his elbow is digging into my shoulder blade. ready for sleeping for a thousand years. too many things to do, though.

(also watched more owl house this evening and i cannot help but adore hunter.)

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #2000s #2800s #sunshine boy

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heejojo · 3 years

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BUILD A PARTNER II

summary: going to build a bear to get a stuffed animal for Christmas, you input your ideal type into a system because why not? what you weren't expecting though, was for a blond to appear in front of your door perfectly fitting all your characteristics.

pairing: Kim Sunoo x reader (with some other appearances)

genre: fluff but a lonely reader lol

word count: 756

a/n: this might end up being more than three parts.. also read part one here

After soaking in the bath and finally allowing yourself to relax, you're startled abruptly by the sound of someone ringing your doorbell. Getting all upset that someone ruined your private time, you throw on a long shirt and wear a robe and go out to check who it is and you’re very surprised at who you see standing in your front door.

It isn’t your friends who were supposed to be there two days later nor your parents (even though you hadn’t seen them in over a year). It was a man, a beautiful one at that but now was not the time to simp over someone you didn't know. "Yes, hello? Who are you and what do you want?" you inwardly wince, that sounded rude but it wasn't usual for someone to be at a stranger's door on Christmas when they were supposed to be with family. Even if he was hot, he was still a person and he could hurt you.

"May I come in? My name is Kim Sunoo and you made me" he says fidgeting. Made him!? When!? You stand straighter and clear your throat. "Look Kim Sunoo, I didn't make you okay? Is this some sort of a sick joke? What are you doing here?" you ask, starting to get annoyed. "I mean it, at the store where you put in your details for your ideal type, you created me" he pauses to create a spin then continues, "Your ideal type. Do I meet your expectations?" Giving him a glance, you see that truly, he meets your ideal type. The physical ones at least. Tall, very handsome but looks like he can be very cute if he wants to.

"So what? Am I supposed to just let you in?" you ask. "Yes" he answers and pushes you out of the way into your own home. After a lot of pushing and shoving and shouting, all your energy finished and you sat down on your sofa tiredly. On the other hand, the intruder looked very happy and would not stop bouncing. His eyes roamed everywhere in your house, studying it with such curiosity. "Where do you live? Come on, I'll take you there" you say. "I live here, you made me for the purpose of keeping you company, did you not? So I'll stay here till you no longer require my services" he tells you firmly. "Look kid, I know I made you but you can't just stay here" you explain to him, trying to let him down nicely. "What do you mean kid, I'm older than you." he retorts. You stare at him with your mouth ajar then scoff, "I'm obviously older than you, didn't I make you?" He looks at you in mock shock "You said and I quote, 'I would like him to be older than me because it would be nice". You stare at him, half wanting the ground to swallow you whole and the other half wanting to injure him. "This isn't ideal type behaviour" you tell him. "I have been programmed to have a personality," he says.

After an awkward silence, he breaks it by asking a question that sends you burning, "Is there one bed?" to which you answer him with "Yes". "Sweet, my first experience on a human bed!" he says joyfully. "Sorry to break it to you, but it's my bed and you will be sleeping on the couch" his smile instantly turns into a pout and you smile, glad that you can see him loving cute. Not lowering your walls, you wish him a good night and give I'm a blanket and extra pillows in case he gets cold later. Once you're in your room, safely tucked with your doors locked because you can never be too safe, you sleep off hoping tomorrow your questions will be answered and that all will be well.

You wake up at 9am and your mind instantly flashes back to the whole ordeal yesterday and you brace yourself and try to give yourself a pep talk on how you shouldn't fall for cute boys with pretty eyes but you're sure you'll still do that eventually. Opening the door, you're faced with a horrific sight, your best friend, Jungwon and Kim Sunoo staring at each other. "Y/N, you never told me you had a boyfriend" Jungwon says looking at you sweetly when his eyes scream 'Bro what is going on here' and Sunoo's just smiling at the two of you.

You were going to kill him.

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen crack #enhypen sunoo #enhypen fanfics

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siren-virus · 3 years

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There's some stuff that has been going around in my head regarding Luckuboy!AU, so I'll just dump everything here and see how you might adapt/change/evolve some of these ideas, or don't use any of them since that's perfectly valid too and it's your au, not mine :3 anyways, this is a long idea that can be divided, so I'll do just that and make a paragraph for each sub-idea.

1) Ben's daily schedule: Ben most likely has a morning schedule in the coffee shop, and as such he would get to work early, now idk how they work, but I imagine Ben's day to day life would go something like this: Ben's alarm goes off at 7:00, he wakes up and leaves bed at 7:15, breakfast and shower before arriving at work at 8:00 (do shops open at 8:00? 8:30? idk :V), keep working until 16:00 with lunchtime tucked in the middle, hang out with friends/relax/naps until 20:00, start his own vigilante work until 2:00, where he goes to sleep and repeats. If his patrol is slow then he would go home earlier to sleep more, if it's hectic and he doesn't get enough sleep, then the afternoon/evening would be used in powernaps.

2) Ben the info brooker, I imagine that Ben would eventually get to know a lot, and I mean A LOT, of information about everyone and everything important that's going on in Undertown (which, considering the situation of Earth and the Plumbers, is probably the only alien world center, would be everything), and when he hears of someone having some kind of trouble, he gives them a nudge in a certain direction for them. Eventually word gets out that there's a new information brooker in town that has scarily accurate info, he works at a coffee shop and you better give him a big tip if you don't want some of your info to get out fast (how real this info is nobody knows, and since Ben hasn't heard of it he can't correct them)

2.5) One day Argit appears and asks for a coffee under a different name, when it's ready Ben calls for him (he used a fake name) and writes with an alcohol marker on the cup "Argit", scaring the hell out of him. "How did you know?" "I'd be shitty at what I do if I couldn't recognize you *wink*", then he tells him that as long as they do nothing dangerous near him he won't tattle him and Kevin to the Plumbers, or worse, Gwen. "Don't you dare" says Argit aghast, "Try me bitch" answers Ben grinning, almost double daring him into doing something dangerous only so he can call his cousin and set up a date

3) The coffee made in the shop is delicious, caters to every species needs, alergies, likes and dislikes, and everyone agrees that the place is the best of the best in the whole world for these reasons and more; thus the shop has been a tentative neutral zone for years, however the lack of "people" (idk what word to use that captures everyone, human or alien) that knows how to fight there has severly dampened the opportunity of it becoming one. Cue Ben beggining to work there, in the beggining it's nothing special, he's just a human who makes good coffee and is surprisingly charming, come a few weeks and months and everyone starts noticing how he's the infamous information brooker that has been the talk of Undertown, thus gathering a bit more attention. Eventually someone (Plumber, civilian, villain, whatever you choose) is more rude to him than needed and tries to get some info from him, even if it's by force... Ben decks him, like, he kicks their ass, defenestrates them, break a chair on them and hands them unconcious to the closest Plumber, bleeding and all while still being intact himself. Everyone glares in awe at the show of badassery and oficially the coffee shop becomes the new true neutral zone, where everyone can get coffee, exchange information and form unlikely friendships. Whenever someone tries to mess with the shop, if Ben isn't present, is busy or it's too much for him, everyone else, Plumber, villain and civilian joins him in defending the shop and getting rid of the nuisancess that mess with the shop.

4) With all the info that Ben gets both as a barista and as a vigilante, one would think that he would give everything out as long as you paid the prize, but surprisingly he has a strong code that he never breaks. If he EVER learns that a piece of information he has with himself is considered confidential, then he'll never speak about it with anyone, no matter how much they offer to pay him. He can't answer for the ones who talks about this info in the shop without saying in any moment that the info is supposed to be confidential, he can't read minds, but everyone catches on fast on this, and some say the keyword when talking in the coffee shop. However many still forget about it once in a while, since the calm atmosphere of the shop is too powerful and slip up often happen. Still Ben can't be blamed, how is he supposed to know if some piece of info is confidential if no one ever says it is? Again, he's not a mindreader nor a telepath.

5) Any info on his vigilante persona he never gives out, however it's not because of not wanting to give out any of that info, but rather because another part of his code is "If I haven't heard people talk about something, then I don't know information about it. All my info is second hand, so unless someone else already knows about it, I won't know about it". That can come in very handy considering the surprisingly little info there is about his vigilante persona out there, despite how famous he kinda is. This more often than not drives Jimmy mad.

Love brainstorms, hate the alien.

1) Most cafes open at 7am from my knowledge, 9am if you're in a sleepy town, so it'd be more like a 6am wake up, optional breakfast- (who eats breakfast these days?), straight to the cafe around 7ish to help with cleaning and setting up for the day.

This cafe is more of a 24/7 place. With 24/7 breakfast! (don't you hate it when places stop doing breakfast at a certain hour?)

Apart from that love what ya got there.

As for the vigilante side, he starts whenever is easiest, it's all dependent if things are hectic or not. Sun goes down roughly 7PM (pretty late I know, but where I live (during summer at least), sun won't go down til 9PM). Sometimes he finishes at 2AM, sometimes a few minutes before work (Incoming animatic!)

2) Love everything about that too! I'd like to think Ben has no idea about it at first, he just notices some days the tip jar is fuller than others. He chocks it up to his charming personality. But eventually he catches on.

Another thing to add, at some point if people wanted to get info from Ben they'd order a "whipped caramel latte with icing sugar, honey, and salt" (gross) Ben has no idea of this, but the weird amount of customers ordering that and asking for intel, kinda makes him think about it.

2.5) This!! good shit right here! Except, you can't call a customer a bitch, trust me... Karen's and Kevin's exist in all shapes, sizes and forms. So Ben uses the kill them with kindness, customer service attitude.

Additionally, sometimes Kevin, although rarely, comes by, hovers around the counter. He'll order a coffee and glare at Ben until, he gets his attention.

"You staring at me for a reason?"

"I need to know about Gwen 10."

Of course, at this Ben would grin devilishly and respond with, "Oh, you wanna take her on date? She loves sappy romance movies, she's also a nerd, so get her a math book instead of flowers."

That always shuts Kevin up, makes him leave most occasions.

3) Everything about this is just!!! Love it. Wouldn't change a thing.

4) Yes yes!!Sometimes, a customer will demand classified info (those that aren't initiated to how the cafe works). When Ben refuses to squawk this can lead to some shouting from a customer sometimes, which leads to a coworker, or a regular shoeing the nasty customer away. Ben can hold his own against most people, as a human, but sometimes they're just a little too big or a little too tough to be able to defend himself against.

5) I like that a lot too.

I also like to think that sometimes, if Ben wants to mess with someone, especially Jimmy. He'll slip a piece of information out that no one else knows.

"I heard from a plumber, that the vigilante guy likes smoothies- specifically [insert favourite smoothie flavour of the week]"

Cue Jimmy buying several of that smoothie to try and lure Luckyboy (still haven't thought of a namee!!!) out. It works, and Ben gets free smoothies almost every week.

This could backfire immensely though.

Woo, sorry about the delay there, been working a few shifts. Work is kicking my ass as usual...

#ben 10 #lucky boy! au #answer

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mypeacewithreece · 2 years

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Good morning. I hope you spend some time away from her today. Even if it's just going to the store. You need to get out of her/your environment and clear your head. You should be doubting everything shes saying but You're beginning to believe her words. Even if you think you should break up for "her health" its a way of dismissing YOUR health. But whatever you need to use to do it. You need distance. This is getting worse faster than I thought.

I'll be around but I need to be sporadic with Tumblr. You did really well sharing with me and honestly we talked more yesterday than we have in awhile...I tried hard to be there for you but you have your hands full. I understand. I know when she stops talking you feel dizzy and need to catch up and figure out what just happened.. then you can't take the time or the privacy to get on here to process things with me.. you're in survival mode after her warfare.. its a tactic to wear you down..

But I just kept checking my phone and waiting. Thats when my brain tells me I don't matter and I feel rejected. I can't go down that path. I need to believe i matter.

I have my meeting at 9am. We're definitely doing the tree today :)

If you get away please leave me vm. I'll try to call you back. Please take care of yourself since i cant.

I love you.

4:34am Sunday

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coping-via-clint-eastwood · 3 years

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Electrified (Rise Up part 2) - Gil Grissom x Reader

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(A/N: An answer to a question that you might ask later: yes I had to.

@addictedtostorytelling sorry this took so long. I had to take a lot of breaks when writing the last part...)

Many weeks went by. The one of you went over to the other's house more often than before, and you held each other every morning. With the increased physical closeness, the both of you became closer emotionally as well. The public displays of affection increased in frequency and intimacy. Well, 'increased' for Gil and you. To other people, it was normal.

There came a time when the both of you were standing in the centre of Gil's office. You two were holding each other's faces, laughing softly as your foreheads were leant against each other. Your fingers gently moved over Gil's beard, letting the hairs slide in between and rub your fingers.

Catherine was passing by the office. Gil and you did take notice of her, but did not stop what you were doing. She was one of the many who had gotten used to the unfamiliar but not unwelcome openness between you two; the two of you were the most closed-off people on team graveyard. But this, this closeness of your faces - this was something new. All the other touches: hugs, kisses on the cheek, rubs on the shoulder, and so on, could all be put down as platonic gestures. And they were sparse enough not to indicate anything deeper than friendship. So this was indeed new. Plus, Gil had excellent work ethic. He would never allow himself to be in a relationship with his subordinate...or would he? She turned sideways to slowly step into the office and asked, "Just what is going on with you guys?" You were still staring at each other, but both knew she had her investigator's look and stance on, and they had heard it in her voice anyway.

No warning, in a flash of light

Don't need no warning, this feeling's right

Vibrations chill through my bones

Sensations flow through your glow

So incredible

The way I feel we do, so phenomenal

And you always push me through, unforgettable

The way I feel with you, unbelievable

How you always push me through

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

"Oh, is there something going on between us?" you smirked at Gil.

So incredible

So phenomenal

Before Gil could respond, Catherine interjected, "Okay, that's a yes, because you never flirt." But the poor woman was ignored again.

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

"Only if you want there to be," he grinned in return. Catherine's eyes widened - it was only on very special occasions that Gil graced anyone with such a bright smile. Acknowledging the cue, she turned and walked out to let you two have your privacy.

That threw you off your feet. If your heart was not thumping hard before, it was now. "Y-you're sure?" Was he really...?

"I'm sure," he whispered, one hand stroking your cheek now to reassure you. Knowing you well enough, he let go of your face and pulled you into a hug, voluntarily pushing you to bury yourself in him. "I will do everything I can to help you adjust to your new sleep cycle. I promise." He could not see you smile, but maybe he felt your tears soaking through his shirt. He definitely felt how tightly you were squeezing him. "Do you think Catherine has told anybody else?" he murmured.

You shook your head, even though it was still against his chest. "She is more respectful than that."

You felt him nod in silent agreement. "We should tell them, then," he put to you. It was your turn to nod. Still holding onto you with one arm, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He texted Catherine, 'Could you help us gather everyone in my office?' The reply came in quite soon after he sent his text. 'Of course.'

I'm pulsing, in a flash of light

My eyes convulsing, this feeling's right

Vibrations chill through my bones

Sensations flow through your glow

So incredible

The way I feel we do, so phenomenal

And you always push me through, unforgettable

The way I feel with you, unbelievable

How you always push me through

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

A few minutes later, all the CSIs, plus Hodges, Al, David and Jim (who was conveniently in the lab) were standing in a semicircle in the office. Gil and you were facing them all. "(Y/n) and I have an announcement to make." Everybody waited patiently for him to continue. "W-" He turned to look at you, and you did the same. He hesitantly took your hand in his. "(Y-y/n) is gonna have to change shifts," he almost gasped, eyes wide and mouth open, gaping at you. What a way to put it. Glares from Catherine and Jim kept Hodges quiet.

So incredible

The way I feel we do, so phenomenal

And you always push me through

Electrified-ied

Electrified with you

You pulled yourself together and turned back to your audience, taking over from Gil, giving him time to compose himself. "Yes...well..." you raised your held hands; Gil seemed unconscious of it still, "we're gonna try being together. I'm...I'm gonna miss working with you guys. I hope that we can still see each other. But," here you smiled briefly from one side of your mouth, "you won't be able to reach my at my address for much longer. You'll have to go to Grissom's."

They were all smiling at each other. Hodges stepped forwards. "I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'm very happy for you guys. We've all noticed how close the both of you are, and we're glad that something more has come out of it." Everyone else just kept quiet and waited for your response.

You smiled at Hodges. Then you continued, "I'll be on the night shift for a while longer. Until I can get used to my sleeping hours getting thrown forward."

Hodges turned to look back at everyone, then at you again. "Can you stop holding Grissom's hand for a second?"

You raised the hand that Grissom was holding and ran his own hand along his beard. His eyes flickered to look at yours. "Let go," you smiled. He did so, but his movements were still robotic. You stepped a little distance away from Grissom to let him recover. "What is it, Hodges?" The Trace analyst hugged you. You accepted hugs more readily than Gil, so this was nothing new. You smiled and returned his embrace. Each person present took their turn congratulating Gil and you.

9am+-:

Gil and you were in his room, chatting. Pacing helped you think, so you were walking around the room while remained seated at the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor. At one point, you backed up against the wall next the DVD shelf, facing him. "...so that's what I think," you concluded as you leant on the wall. You put your hands behind your head and interlaced your fingers. Instead of responding however, Gil just stared at you with a distant look in his eye, and yet seemed to be concentrating on you. "Uh...Gil?" You did not move.

He stood up and approached you. He did not stop walking even when he was fifteen centimetres from you. Your heart and breathing rates heightened and your pupils dilated, but you remained still. He put his hands on your forearms and pulled them out to the sides if your head, until your arms were perpendicular. He pinned you against the wall with his hands on your wrists and stared down at you with such a burning intensity that you had never experienced before. Your breaths came in soft gasps, and yet you could not tear your gaze away from his. His eyes momentarily shifting downwards, he released your wrists and placed his hands on the wall on either side of your waist. Even then, your arms were still stiff against the wall. Not breaking eye contact with you, he leant in and kissed you. You gasped and flinched in shock when his lips first touched yours, finally blinking. Still he pressed his lips to yours, and in fact he was pressing his entire body onto yours, his eyes finally closing when he did that, tilting his head to one side slightly. You let your eyes close as well, your arms relaxing and coming down to lightly hold his upper arms. But you did not kiss him. You remained perfectly still as you just enjoyed the feeling. You had forgotten about the fact that he had been in relationships before until now. Oh well, at least the awkwardness was only on your end. Your inexperience did not put him off. He patiently kissed you, making sure that you felt comfortable. His hands turned and pushed themselves in between your back and the wall to push you closer to him, so that your hips were pressed against him while you leant back so that he could continue kissing you.

When you first gasped for oxygen, he detached his lips from yours, but rubbed his forehead and nose against yours. The both of you inhaled and exhaled through your mouths, chests heaving with each breath. He regained his breath first. "You okay?" he muttered. His first words after he first kissed you was to ask of your well-being. How touching.

"Y-yeah..." you assured him, rubbing his shoulders.

"That's good..." he whispered, forehead still on yours. He pushed you against the wall again and hugged you protectively. You sighed and relaxed on him.

He took advantage of your lax state to manhandle you and bring you to the bed. You shuffled a few steps, but he supported most if your weight. He lay you flat on your back, and assumed his previous position of pinning your arms beside your head. His knees were on either side of your thighs. Once again, he fixed you with that sizzling gaze. "How...how do you keep doing that?" you panted.

"Doing what?" His gaze still did not let up.

"Let me touch you," you begged. He placed his hands on the bed. You raised a hand and gently brushed it over his eyes.

You removed your hand and he looked at you again, but not quite so intensely after you mentioned that it unsettled you. "Do you know how long I have been wanting to do this? To even be this close to you?" Your heart throbbed a little at his earnestness. Before you could respond, he kissed you again. You held the back of his head with both hands, and tried to return his kiss this time. But this kiss was brief. He pulled his lips away almost as soon as he starter. "Eight years," he breathed, forehead and nose on yours, eyes closed, again.

You let out a little choke before saying, "That's as long as I have been in love with you."

"Good." His voice was still breathy. It was honestly thrilling; you had never heard him like this before. He pushed the lower part of his face down and kissed you again.

#Youtube #c-v-c-e fic #gil grissom #william petersen #billy petersen #csi #gil grissom x reader

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and I'll make a cup of coffee, with the right amount of sugar (how you like it)

prompt: A sitting next to me in the library has been grinding on an assignment all day (like i’d have been in the library from 10-3 with breaks in between for classes but they’d been sitting there the whole time) and B would come in every few hours, put down food or coffee on their table, kiss the top of A’s head, and walk away without a word

meg: look at these prompts me: i want to? write these? meg: || totally not why i sent these ||

prompt adapted from this post.

this isn’t too long at all but if you wanna read on ao3, link is here

for @kaleidoscopeminds, the Hot Wine Mom of The Club <3

Luke is very stressed.

He has been stressed for the better part of the last two weeks. Classes were over and he’s only got one real final this semester and it’s in this Advanced Number Theory course he decided was a good idea to take. He was the only junior in the course and had just barely been scraping by and he needs a B on this exam if he wants to pass the class.

So on the day of the exam, he marches his way to campus at 9am to find his usual spot on the silent study floor where he has decided he will stay until the exam begins at 7pm. It might be a little overboard and Ashton’s concern with the plan was obvious from the way he pouted at Luke from the bed as he got ready to leave that morning (which Luke suspects was a strategy since on a normal day, if Luke saw Ashton pouting in bed, he would immediately toss his bag to the ground and crawl back under the covers to cuddle until he stopped). But Luke knows that if he had stayed back at their apartment to study instead, he would be distracted and barely touch more than one practice exam.

So the quiet study floor, on the coldest day so far that winter, it is.

He spends the first three hours pouring over his notes to decide what needs to go on the index card he’s being allowed to take into the exam. He adds sticky notes to the pages of the three different notebooks he’s filled for the course, using a color coded system to decide what is ‘Probably Maybe Important’ and ‘If You Don’t Spend At Least Half an Hour Staring At This One Page You Will Forget About This Thing’. It’s a very chaotic system and if he had the time, he would probably question how it’s worked for him so far during the last three years. But there is no time and he is very stressed and the library is cold, so he keeps up organizing.

It’s around noon when Luke jumps just slightly as a coffee cup from the shop near his apartment and a to go bowl appear in front of him. He doesn’t lift his face from the table but hears some rustling and then a plastic spoon is left on top of the bowl. A warm hand is placed against his shoulder and he can feel a kiss being placed against the top of his head.

Ashton mumbles something soft against his hair, his hand squeezing Luke’s shoulder before heading off. For just a moment, Luke feels some of the tension in his back lift off, as though Ashton’s touch were able to pull some of that away. He turns just slightly, a small smile pulling at his lips, and watches Ashton head back in the direction of the elevators, likely heading to his job in the advising center.

Luke knows his stomach will start growling soon if he does not eat and he really likes to avoid being that guy so after taking a sip from the coffee (its one of those winter-y lattes he likes but Ashton hates), he opens up the little bowl. It’s one of those soups from the campus dining hall (the good one not the freshmen one). Luke giggles softly to himself as he tries to picture Ashton making his way around the part of campus he usually tends to avoid just to buy the soup he knows Luke likes. As he takes a bite, he can’t tell whether he feels more warm from the food and drink or the love from the boy who just brought him some study snacks without any prompting.

It’s around 3 when Luke starts actually shivering from how cold the library is.

He’s just taken a short walk around the floor (a girl from his stats class showed up nearby so she offered to watch his things), thinking it might help warm him up but if anything he was somehow colder than before. He could put his coat back on but then the sleeves would get in the way of his writing and basically, Luke is frustrated and cold and regretting ever making the choice to study this horrible subject.

He’s on question four on his third practice exam when he hears quiet footsteps approaching his corner spot. He lifts his eyes in a daze as the lights actually sting his eyes some after staring at paper and ink for so long. Once his vision clears up, he sees the gentle smile of his boyfriend, the Thermos designated specifically for his favorite herbal tea in his hand.

Luke only blinks up at Ashton as he sets the tall blue container on the table since he’s not really sure what his voice would sound like after not speaking for the last six hours. Ashton pulls off his backpack and quietly unzips the main compartment and pulls his favorite, dark green sweater out. He places it in Luke’s lap and lets his hand drop to cup the blonde’s cheek for a moment. Luke can’t help the way he leans into the touch, Ashton’s warm and rough palm being an instant comfort. The hazel eyed boy’s smile grows some more and he leans down, pressing his lips to Luke’s forehead briefly.

Then he steps back, zips the backpack up, and once again, heads off in the direction of the elevators. Luke takes a deep breath and sighs as he watches his boyfriend turn the corner. His brows rise in surprise when he hears the quiet cooing of the girl who had watched his things earlier. He turns to face her and finds her smiling, her hand against her heart. Luke feels himself blush, the intimacy of the silent exchange he had just had with Ashton being one that made him forget they had been in such a public setting. He smiles and shrugs, unsure of how to respond.

He reaches for the sweater and pulls it over the longsleeve he had thrown on before leaving that morning. The sweater is thick and worn in, providing him an instant warmth that he knows will aid the rest of his studying. (Plus it doesn’t hurt that Ashton must have worn it recently, the collar smelling like a mix of his body wash and cologne.) Luke takes a quick sip from the tea (noting the honey that was added) and picks up his pen to keep going.

It’s 6pm and Luke feels okay. It’s not the best he’s ever felt about a final but it’s also not the worst, so he figures there’s a positive in there somewhere.

He likes to arrive at his exams about a half hour early and it doesn’t take too long to get to the math building, so he decides there’s time to do a few more problems. The floor he’s on is nearly deserted. It’s the last day of finals and his exam is during the last time block. He figures there’s probably only about four people left in the building.

He’s checking the solution to the problem he’s just finished when he hears footsteps approaching once again. A coffee cup from the same shop as the one dropped off to him at noon appears in the corner of his eye and a warm hand cups the back of his neck before a pair of lips peck gently at top of his head. Luke lets his eyes close, a brief moment of calm before the storm it seems like as he feels Ashton’s hand gently run through the curls at the back of his head. He feels a chill when the hand drops and then the footsteps pick up to leave him in his cozy corner.

Ashton’s just turned the corner when Luke suddenly gets to his feet, abandoning his study materials to chase after his sweet boy. He runs in the direction of the elevators, his socked feet (he had kicked off his shoes around 2) oddly loud against the carpeted floor. He turns the corner and Ashton is still there, pulling a beanie over his head when Luke lands in front of him. He pulls Ashton toward him by the waist and bends his neck just slightly, letting their lips meet for just longer than a moment. The elevator ding breaks them apart and as the doors opens, Ashton steps back so his body keeps them from closing. Luke is certain the blush he can see on Ashton’s cheeks must match the one painting his own. “Thank you for today, I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

“Text me when you’re leaving campus afterwards so I can make you something warm to drink for when you get in, okay?” Ashton instructs with a gentle grin and Luke nods his understanding, his bottom lip pulling between his teeth. “And make sure to put your hat on when you’re walking back, I don’t want you to get a cold.”

“Love you, Ash.” Luke wonders if he looks as lovestruck as he sounds.

Ashton steps back into the elevator to allow the doors to close. “Love you too, Luke. You’re gonna kill it.”

(When Luke gets back from the exam, his smile is bright and his nose is red from running all the way home because he felt really really good about how he did and really really wanted to get home to tell Ashton all about it. He’s treated to cuddles on the couch and a movie after changing into sweats and a different one of Ashton’s sweaters. Luke spends the rest of the night with one hand holding a mug of hot chocolate and the other holding his love. Ashton let him pick the movie so Luke knows he should be paying attention, but his head is a mix of numbers and equations and the thoughts of how all he wants is to spend the rest of his life with someone who will bring him disgustingly sweet coffee and their sweater on a cold winter day.)

#lashton #lashton fic #we said soft lashton is sweaters in the library Rights in the chat #thank you meg for sending that post this was a fun way to Chill for 90 min after work lol

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