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For the second week of June, the Reverse Billy Big Bang is hosting a Sub Billy Week Mini Event! If you'd like to use the bingo card above for an extra little challenge, you're more than welcome to try to reach a bingo, multiple bingos, or a blackout, or you can simply view it as a prompt list to inspire you! While it is technically a week-long event, we will NOT be closing the AO3 collection or stop reblogging any works after the 14th, so make sure to tag @billybigbang with anything you create through July 31st (the end of the Reverse Billy Big Bang 2026)! This is open to anyone who wishes to participate, not just RBBB participants, and any medium that is not AI is allowed, so create away!
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Notes/Warnings: Requested by @punkrockmlchael , my lovely Rozzy! Smut, Dom Reader, OF!Reader, Roomates to Lovers, Danny helps Reader with her content, Danny is a bottom (I HC it), Praise kink for both, Reader gets called Mama, Unprotected sex, Danny gets teased a bit, Solo-masterbation
Word Count: 2775
Danny was extremely grateful for you, he'd be homeless if it wasn't for you. There was hardly any rules between you two as Roomates, but one. He wasn't allowed in the third bedroom, you had it locked unless you were in there, which somehow was always when he was at work. He never asked what you did for work, all Danny knew was that you owned your own home and a 2025 Sports Mustang by twenty-five. Despite the obvious money, he noticed you livedā¦kinda simply. Regular clothes, eating more junk or fast food than home cooked meals unless he was home for the night. You two had been childhood friends and frankly, you adored Danny on many levels, but the fact that he had no idea you were a OnlyFans Creator scared you. Your third bedroom was a comfy version of a Porn shoot. A bed that could fold into the wall, plain but cute plushies and wall decor that caught the viewers attention, and the closet full ofā¦. lingerie and suits bought by fans for you to wear or cosplay as. Money was good, so who were you to blame? You started making content at twenty, amassing bounties of followers and people that loved to pay your bills.
There was one evening, you were filming content, Danny was supposed to be at work, an overnight warehouse that got him decent money just as much. Fate had it, the warehouse got flooded, he had texted you on the way back home with no response back. You had been too busy filming to hear him come home, Danny was too nosey to just go to his room so of course he peeked. Holy mother of God, he jerked away from the cracked door, already feeling himself get hard at what he saw. You bent over on the floor, dressed in a baby pink cow printed skirt as a machine pumped a toy in and out of you while a camera recorded it all. No, no, no. He didn't see that, wasn't going to entertain itā¦..he slid to the bathroom, hoping and praying his hard-on would go away. The bathroom tiles were cold against Danny's back as he slid down the wall, jeans suddenly too tight, too restrictive. His hand trembled as he unbuckled his belt, fumbling with the button fly of his Wranglers. The image was burned into his retinasāyou on all fours, that pink cow print skirt hiked up around your waist, a machine buried in your cunt while you moaned for an audience that wasn't him. Fuck.Ā He shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be thinking about you like this. You were hisĀ roommate. His childhood friend. The girl who let him crash here when he had nowhere else to go. But God, the way you'd arched your back. The way your fingers had curled against the floorboards. Danny wrapped his hand around his cock, already painfully hard, precum beading at the tip. He hissed through his teeth, head falling back against the wall as he gave himself a slow, tentative stroke. "Shit," he breathed, the word barely audible in the empty bathroom. He imagined it was your hand instead of his. Your fingers wrapped around his length, pumping him slow and teasing. You'd probably make him beg for it, wouldn't you? You always did have that look in your eyeāthe one that said you knew exactly what you wanted and how to get it. "Please," he whispered into the steam-fogged mirror while the shower water got hotter without him in it, as if you could hear him. As if you were there, pressing him against the sink, whispering in his ear about what a good boy he was. Danny's hips bucked into his fist, his rhythm erratic, desperate. He thought about the sounds you'd madeāthe breathy little whimpers that had drifted through the cracked door. Would you sound like that if he was the one inside you? If he was the one making you feel good?
"Fuck, fuck,Ā fuckā" His strokes quickened, his breathing ragged. He was close, so close, the image of you beneath him,Ā aroundĀ him, calling his nameāHe came with a strangled moan, cum spilling over his fingers, painting his stomach and hand in thick white ropes. He sat there for a long moment, chest heaving, staring at the mess he'd made with a mix of shame and lingering hunger.
You didn't notice until you were editing the footage later that night.The video was perfectāgreat lighting, good angle, the toy hitting all the right spots. You'd been about to trim the ending when you caught it. A flicker of movement in the upper corner of the frame. You paused, rewound, zoomed in. The cracked bedroom door, a flicker of a shadow, peeking before the door slid shut without you doing it. "Oh fuck me." you sighed, Danny had seen you. You should have been mortified. Should have felt exposed, violated. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across your lips. The fans would love this! You kept the footage. Edited it just enough to make the movement noticeable, intriguing,Ā tantalizing. Posted it with a caption:Ā "Got a little visitor today... wonder if he liked the show š" It wasn't long till the notifications piled up in the comments. "WHO IS THAT?"Ā "Is that a man?? Please tell me he's joining!"Ā "We see him peeking šš"Ā "I volunteer as tribute."Ā "We need him Mama. We NEED him."
Within three days, the video had doubled your usual views. Every comment section, every DM, every tip came with the same request:Ā Get him in a video.
Those three days, were full of Danny avoiding your eyes, of pretending he hadn't seen, hadn'tĀ felt. Three days of working at night, replaying that moment everywhere, wondering if you knew. You cornered him by the fourth day in the morning, "Danny." Your voice was soft, but there was steel underneath. "We need to talk." He froze, a box of cereal in his hands, caught like a deer in headlights. "About what?" You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, that knowing look on your face that made his knees weak. "You saw me. The other day. When you came home early." It wasn't a question and he knew it. Danny's face burned crimson. "IāI didn't mean toā" "I know." You stepped closer, and he backed against the fridge, heart pounding. "But here's the thing, Danny. My viewers saw you too. And theyĀ reallyĀ liked what they saw even if it was just a tiny glimpse." "Wait. What? They liked that?"
"You're kind of famous now, actually." You pulled out your phone, scrolling through comments.Ā "He's so hot omg." "Mama share him with us." "Please, I'll pay anything."Ā They want you in my content, Danny."
Danny's brain short-circuited. "They want... me? DoingĀ what?" "Whatever you're comfortable with." You tilted your head, studying him, your voice dropping to something darker, more seductive. "But I think we both know you'd lookĀ soĀ pretty on your knees for me." His cock twitched despite the anxiety. Despite the shame. Because God, the way you said itālike it was a promise, not a question. "I..." He swallowed hard. "I've never done anything like that before." "I know, baby." The nickname sent shivers down his spine. "That's what makes it so perfect. I'd take care of you. Guide you through every second. All you have to do is trust me." Memories flashed through his mindāyou bent over, moaning, taking that toy like a pro. The way you commanded the camera, the room, theĀ fantasy. And now you were offering to let him be part of it. To beĀ yours and your viewers. "What would I have to do?" "Whatever I tell you to do, but mostly whatever you're comfortable with. I wont make you do anything you don't want." You stepped into his space, close enough that he could smell your perfume, feel the heat radiating off your body. "I'll make you feel so, so good. I promise." Danny's resolve crumbled like sand, always did when it came to you. "Yeah, yeah. I'll do whatever you want, Mama." The way your eyes lit upāthe raw, predatory satisfactionāmade him realize he'd just signed away something important. But watching you close the distance between you, feeling your hand cup his jaw, thumb brushing over his lower lip, "Good boy, now come on. We got stuff for you to explore." Danny followed you to that locked bedroom without a single protest, heart racing, cock already half-hard, ready to give you everything you asked for and more.
Danny dropped to his knees the moment you pointed at the floor in front of you. His hands shook as he reached for your hips, but you caught his wrists and guided them back down to his sides. "Hands to yourself until I say," you murmured, spreading your legs just enough for him to see everything. "Be a good boy and use only your mouth, Danny." He waited to obey till you had gotten all your clothes off, camera recording. He leaned in, tongue already out, warm breath fanning across your pussy before he dragged a flat, slow lick from your entrance up to your clit. A moan slipped from him at the smearing wetness on his tongue. He circled your clit with soft, teasing flicks, then sealed his lips around it and sucked gently, eyes flicking up to watch your face. You threaded your fingers through his hair but kept him exactly where you wanted. "That's it, sweet boy. Lick me like that. Good boy, Danny." His cock throbbed visibly in his boxers, a wet spot already forming at the tip. He pressed his tongue flat against your pussy, lapping at the juices leaking out, then pushed inside you with pointed tip before returning to your clit. He alternated between broad licks and quick sucks, body trembling with need while you stood over him and watched. "Fuck, Mama," he whimpered against your pussy, the words vibrating through you. "You taste so good. I knew you would, been thinking about this since we were teens." You rocked your hips forward, riding his tongue just enough to make him whine. "Keep going. Don't stop until I tell you to move." He obeyed, burying his face deeper, nose brushing your clit while he fucked you with his tongue and sucked on the sensitive nub. His hands stayed obediently at his sides, fists clenching and unclenching. Your hips jerked away in stimulation, "Ok, ok. Enough of that, get on the bed." Danny scrambled up, stripping off his clothes in a hurry. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking, already red at the tip. You pushed him onto his back on the bed with a firm hand on his chest. "Stay put." He obeyed, watching you climb over him with wide eyes.
You straddled his hips, lining his cock up with your pussy but hovering just above it. "Look at you, all hard and desperate for Mama. Did seeing me with that toy make you jerk off thinking about me?" He nodded frantically, hips bucking upward involuntarily. "Yes, Mama. Fuck, yes. You're all I ever think about." You sank down an inch, letting just the head of his cock slip inside before pulling back up. "Beg for it." "Please, Mama," he gasped. "Please sit on my cock. I need it. I need you." You lowered yourself slowly, taking half his length before stopping again. "Not yet. Keep begging." His eyes rolled back as you clenched around him. "Please ride me, Mama. Use me. Make me cum inside you. Wanna feel good for you." You finally sank all the way down, taking him to the balls in one smooth motion. His mouth fell open in a silent moan. You planted your hands on his chest and began rocking your hips, grinding down on him rather than up-and-down riding. You circled your hips, feeling him hit all the spots inside you that needed it. His hands reached for your hips but you caught them and pushed them off, "No, Mama does all the work. Let me use you, sweetheart." You started riding him properlyāslow, deliberate strokes that took him out almost completely before slamming back down. You teased him by speeding up for a few seconds then slowing down again, edging him without letting him cum. "Look at you, so pretty under Mama. Good boy, keep being good and I'll let you cum." He whined and moaned beneath you, hips twitching but not moving unless you allowed him. "Mama, pleaseā" You leaned forward, kissing along his jaw as more whimpers spilled from him. The camera catching every bit of movement and noise between you two. "It's too much, please can I touch you?" You grabbed his hands, sliding them to your hips and was greeted with him digging his nails in, mumbling apologies as he started fucking you harder, forcing your hips to stay still as he drove into you from below. You pulled back from the kiss along his jaw, smirking down at him as his hands gripped your hips with sudden desperation. "Oh, sweet boy, look at you already losing control." Your voice came out low and teasing while the camera kept rolling, capturing every shaky breath and desperate movement. Danny's nails dug into your skin, his apologies tumbling out in broken mumbles. "Sorry, Mamaāfuck, sorry, I can'tā" He thrust upward hard, driving his cock deep inside you and forcing your hips to stay pinned in place. The sudden switch from your controlled ride to his frantic pounding made wet sounds echo through the room as he fucked you from below. You let him take over for a moment, enjoying the way his cock slammed into you repeatedly, hitting that sensitive spot inside with each rough stroke. His eyes were wide and pleading, body trembling beneath you as he kept going, hips snapping up relentlessly. "Mama, pleaseāit's too much, I need to touch you. You feel so fucking good." "Keep going," you ordered, leaning down to nip at his ear. "Fuck me just like that. Good boy, Danny."
He obeyed without hesitation, drilling into you from beneath with increasing pace, cock swelling even more inside your pussy as his balls slapped against you. You clenched around him voluntarily to tease him further, making him whimper louder. His hands slid up your body to squeeze your breasts, squeezing them with frantic need while he continued driving his cock into you. After letting him pound you for several minutes, you planted your palms on his chest and pressed down firmly to slow him. "Enough. Sit still now." He froze instantly, cock still buried deep in you, "W-wait, please. I was so close." "Too bad, Danny." You began rolling your hips again, grinding down on him in slow circles that took him to the balls and then almost out completely before returning. You teased him by stopping right at the edge of his tip, hovering there for long seconds before sinking back down. "Mama, please let me cum," he begged, hips twitching involuntarily beneath you. "Please fill you up. I need to breed you." You rode him harder now, taking every inch of his cock and slamming down on him with each stroke. His hands stayed obediently on your hips, allowing you to fully control the pace and depth. You sped up until his breathing turned ragged and he was moaning nonstop beneath you. "Cum for Mama, Danny. Fill me up, pretty boy." His body arched off the bed as he peaked, cock pulsing inside you as he shot thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy. The spend overflowed around his cock, leaking down over him and onto the bed beneath him as he kept pumping more into you. You kept riding him through his orgasm, milking him until every drop was forced out and you reached your own climax, clenching tightly around him while the camera captured the ganze scene between the two of you. When the height of it all cooled down, you slid off with a sigh, feeling him drip out as you got the camera off. "Fuck, think you should be my filmming partner forever." Danny looked over, panting as a slow smile lit up his features "How about you be my girlfriend and we film whenever the hell you want?" He didn't even have a chance to hear an answer as you tumbled back into bed, ready for more. It was obvious it was more than a yes from you.
You were Robin's best friend before you became lovers, and she loved doing everything together. With Steve and Robin, you were the ideal best-friend triad. Once Robin came out to you at Family Video, you revealed your feelings for her, and they were requited. Ever since Vickie was caught by Robin kissing another guy who turned out to be her boyfriend, Vickie was history.
When you and Robin went on your first date, it was at Enzo's, and it was magicalāviolin players, red wine, endless breadsticks, salad, and pasta. Robin was dressed in a suit, and you wore a gorgeous red dress. It was a wonderful night, and Robin was dazzled by you and how you looked.
You had been saving up for a while to go on this date, and so had Robin, with Steve chipping in for a generous tip, wanting his two best friends to have fun.
The candlelight, dinner at Enzo's was the best, and you enjoyed her company immensely. She was the best date you could ever have. The wine was plentiful, and so was the pasta, and once you finished your tiramisu for dessert, you were making your plans for after Enzo's. The date was a success, and after leaving, you drove Robin to Lover's Lake. You fed the swans and ducks and were making out for hours.
When you took Robin back to your place for the evening's commencement, you were happy just to be home. You took a sensual bath together and washed each other, getting all soapy with bubbles and bath salts. It was relaxing and affectionate, with plenty of kisses and holding each other. After the bath, you cuddled up, being the big spoon and naked until you fell asleep.
When you started to work at the radio station, the Squawk WSQK, Robin was so happy to have you working alongside her in the studio as her personal assistant. Steve provided the sound effects, and you were there for anything Robin needed. She loved to talk to the audience, and all her listeners hung on every word.
Today was no different, and Robin was having the best time on her station broadcasting.
"Good morning, Hawkins, Indiana, this is WSQK, The Sqawk, and this is your host, Robin Buckley, better known to you all as Rockin' Robin. Don't touch that dial, because once we play some golden oldies, we have some exciting news coming up right here from Hawkins, Indiana!"
Robin sounded so professional and so poised; she was a real, eloquent show host. You loved how Robin took control. It was so sexy. The song she set to play first was Tide Is High by Blondie.
"I love how you do your show, Robin. You are the best."
"Oh, that was nothing. Helps to have my sexy girlfriend here."
You lean into Robin, kissing her and cupping her cheek. Robin kisses you back harder.
"We shouldn't be doing this here. But I want to," you add, knowing full well that when you and Robin were alone together, you could barely contain yourself.
"I have a show. I want you too, though."
Robin looked around just to make sure she really was alone with you. She didn't want to second-guess herself. When she was pretty sure there was no one else around, she kissed you again, heatedly.
"That's exactly what you are going to get, Robin," you mutter against her lips as you kiss.
Spreading Robin's legs open, your hand creeps up her inner thighs and rests upon her jeans zipper. You unzip it and feel her wetness through her white cotton panties. She doesn't stop you, so you take that as encouragement to explore further.
"Make me feel good," she begged.
Your lips latched against her neck, sucking her there.
"Our secret room, let's go there."
You stand up and take Robin by the hand to the room in question. Her radio station broadcast would return in 10 minutes, which would hopefully be enough time for you both. Once the room was locked, you started undressing and leaned against the wall.
"My beautiful girlfriend. Let me take care of you," she loud whispered.
Robin got on her hands and knees as you spread your legs. Her hands roamed over your thighs, and she inserted a long, thick finger inside of you. It felt incredible. Each time felt like the first.
"I love it. " Don't stop, Robin," you whimpered, your heart racing.
She made you feel things you never thought you could before. Robin was the best and learned quickly, even though you were the first girl she had been with sexually.
"Oh yes. My pussy to please."
She fingered you harder and added her tongue, swirling it as she looked up at you. The intense and heated eye contact always made things hotter with Robin.
"Robin, that's so good!" You whinde.
You tugged her hair as she pushed her tongue deeper, and your thighs shuddered for her. This was your happy place, and this is where you belonged when you were with her. It was your sanctuary.
"Oh, Robin!"
You cried out for release, begging to cum. She went to work massaging your clit, changing the positions of her tongue, and techniques.
"I'm getting closer," you whined, tugging her hair harder, your juices starting to run freely down her mouth.
"Yes cum for me. Do it," she ordered.
You loved it when Robin got mouthy with you; it was such a turn-on. She was in control, and it was so amazing. Throwing your head back as she angled her tongue to hit your most sensitive sweet spot, you started to come for her.
"That's it, let's go for me," she beckoned, her finger hitting your G-spot as her tongue worked your clit, working in tandem as you cried out for her.
Robin, yes, taste it all! Let me taste too," you begged.
Robin wiped her mouth and crawled up your body, meeting your lips in a kiss with lots of sloppy tongue.
"Now it's your turn, Robin."
"Really? You mean it?"
You nod and position yourself in front of her. Once you removed her pants and underwear, you spread her legs and her pussy lips, eagerly putting your mouth on her pussy. Looking deeply into her blue eyes, you took notice of the beautiful freckles on her face- it never got old.
"Yes, of course."
Diving right in, you found Robin's clit with your tongue and fingers, moving them simultaneously inside of her. It was the best to please her like this, truly. Her cunt was always so wet for you and she was always eager to please and be pleased.
Right now, there was no Vicky or anyone else. Not even Steve to tease you and give you a hard time. It was all in good fun, though, but right now you just needed your alone time- your girl time with Robin. She was the best girlfriend, and you were so lucky. Robin felt the same way.
"Oh, right there, don't stop!" She cried out beautifully, encouraging you.
Spitting on her pussy you rubbed your slick on her clit, massaging it and looking up at her with wide eyes. Seeing Robin's reactions to your mouth and fingers, especially your tongue, was always the best part. Making her writhe like she was right now was even better.
"You taste so good, Robin. Need you to cum," you whimpered against her pussy.
Robin was staring into your eyes, lost in the moment, wanting to surrender, and she wanted to find her orgasmic bliss. She never let you down, and Robin was yours. Your girlfriend, lover, and soulmate.
"I'm going to! I can't hold back any longer!" Robin cried, tugging your hair hard.
She wasn't usually this fierce, but you loved it, seeing this side of her and bringing it out in her. The wild side of her that just wanted to bust out.
"Let go for me, I know you can, Robs."
She loved hearing you call her Robs, she loved the nickname, especially when you said it.
"Yes, right there, I'm losing it!" Robin screamed as she rolled her hips, bucking into your mouth.
"Good girl."
Kissing up her body and licking her, you met her lips in a deep kiss full of passion. You heard a knock on the door just as you were finishing up.
"Hey, you two need to get back in the station! Especially you, Robin!" Steve called out, almost busting you.
"Coming! Coming, Steve!" Robin called out.
She composed herself and redressed. She was looking flustered and her cheeks were red. Turning around before she left, she told you.
"That was incredible. I want to do it again soon."
She gave you a knowing look as she left the room, closing the door. It was then that you planned to have Robin again, just like that, maybe the next day. One thing was certain: you weren't going to let her go, even if it meant you almost got caught. Maybe next time, trying it in the studio and recording her moans for playback later would be the best option. You just knew that you could be pretty persuasive, and around Robin, it always worked in your favor.
Note: Hi hi! So glad to do the Fred Hechinger Fic Exchange! My match was @keeryhours. I hope you love it Sage <3 Thank you @punkrockmlchael for hosting the event
Prompt: Cara wants a mini but gets blessed
Warnings: Smut, Breeding kink/Creampies, Cussing, Calla wants a baby, Chubby reader (Cara loves his women thick I HC it), half-ass mating press since Cara knows Reader can't bend like that, Cara is a noisy man in bed, slight somno(?), L&D
Word count: 1835
By the time Caracalla retired to y'alls bedchambers, you were already naked in the plush silk bed, feathered pillows under your head as a thin sheet covered half of you. You had always been a restless sleeper, most likely pulling and tugging the sheet around till your upper body was shown. Caracalla swallowed at the end of the bed as he shed his own clothing, his cock already hardening as his eyes roamed your fuller curves and breasts. He cursed lightly, seeing how goosebumps rose along your skin and your nipples harden from the upcoming night air. The skies were painted purple, gold, and orange; your favorite time of the day. Your wide hips and rounded belly formed gentle swells under the thin silk sheet, a body Caracalla worshipped like a goddess incarnate. He kept to the foot of the bed, staring at you with dark eyes that bordered on dark hunger. "My love," he murmured, his voice rough with need as he climbed onto the bed. His hands, calloused from the grip of swords and scepters, reached for you tenderly. He pulled the sheet away, exposing your naked skin to the fading light. "Look at you... so perfect, so ripe. Every curve of yours drives me to the edge. I need you, all of you. I need to fill you, to make you mine in every way." His fingers sank into the softness of your thighs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between your legs.
You felt the heat of his body against yours, "Mmm my love?" "Yes, wife. I'm here." Cara kissed a long your chest till he reached your right nipple. He nuzzled into the plush swell of your breast, sucking gently on the sensitive skin before taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch. "These will swell even more when you're heavy with my child," he whispered against your skin, his hand sliding down to cup your left mound. "Gods, you'll look stunning." His mouth moved to the left, giving it the same dedication as the right. "Cara." You let out a soft whimper, a single hand going to his hair to tug lightly. The man moaned around your flesh, rutting his hips to make his cock drag along your lower belly and sweet cunt. "I can't wait any longer," he said, his voice breaking with desperation. "I've dreamed of thisāburying myself inside you, pumping you full until your belly rounds with our baby. A little one with your eyes, my strength. Please, let me breed you." His cock stood hard and thick, veins pulsing along its length, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He rubbed it against your slick pussy, coating himself in your arousal. "Please, my beautiful wife. I need you desperately." Caracalla kissed your lips briefly, cock head teasing your slick entrance as he waited for you. "Please, husband. I want you." With that, he thrust forward, his cock sliding deep into your pussy in one firm stroke. You gasped at the stretch, the way he filled you completely, his girth pressing against your inner walls. He paused, buried to the hilt, his hands gripping your plush hips as if anchoring himself to reality and to you. "I hope the sweet goddess Juno hear my prayers, gives us a child we'll adore to pieces. Your looks, my strength. Juno could grant us a daughter and I'd be very happy." His thrusts deepened, each one deliberate, his cock dragging along your sensitive spots. You moaned, your hands clutching at the pale expanse of his back as he fucked you steadily. Caracalla pulled away, leaving the cold air to make you shiver, he didn't mean harm, he wanted to watch as his shaft disappeared into your sweet cunt.
"I need to cum inside you, flood you with my seed. Begging you, my empress, take it all. Let me impregnate you." One of his thumbs touched right under your clit, just how you liked, massaging the spot and ghosting over the nub every so often so you didn't cum too quickly. The feathers shifted under your writhing bodies, the silks whispering with each rock of his hips. Sundown painted his skin in amber hues, sweat glistening on his chest as he picked up pace. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, angling deeper, his balls slapping against your ass with every plunge. "You're so soft, so perfect for carrying my heir," he rasped, his begging turning frantic. "Please, cum with me. Milk my cock, pull every drop into your womb. I want you pregnantāswollen, glowing, ours forever. Gods, yes, just like that." He slammed into you harder, his cock throbbing inside your pussy, the head nudging your cervix with each desperate push. You shattered around him, your pussy clenching in waves, pulling him deeper. Caracalla moaned hard when he finally reached his own climax, never shy to keep quiet at all. Hot spurts of cum flooded your depths, his cock pulsing as he leaned to kiss you slowly and claiming. He laid down onto you after unhooking your leg from his shoulder, still inside you despite how he was softening. You could hear him murmur thanks to you, to the Gods you both worshipped as the sun finally slipped fully away, leaving the moon to bathe the walls in night.
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"Emperor! It's time!" a maid had called as she ran into the throne room where Geta and He had been discussing crops. "'tis time? Now? The baby is coming?" Caracalla was already out of his throne, following the woman to the birthing room. The chamber smelled thickly of warm oil and crushed herbs. Curtains had been drawn tight against the palace corridors, muting the distant noise of Rome beyond the walls. You gripped the carved wood of the birthing stool as another contraction rolled through you like a crashing wave, "Where the fuck is he?" āBreathe, domina, breathe,ā the midwife urged softly, her hands steady at your hips. Easy for her to fucking say. A groan ripped from your throat as the pressure built again. Sweat clung to the back of your neck and dampened the loose linen clinging to your body. Your thicker frame trembled with the effort of holding yourself upright. As if summoned by the words alone, the door opened. Caracalla and the maid you had sent walking in. He crossed the room quickly. āI was toldāā Another contraction slammed into you, making you cry out, clutching the midwifeās arm. Caracalla froze, helpless and unsure. āGood, good,ā the midwife murmured. āThe child comes soon.ā You shook your head weakly to no one in particular. āIt feels like Iām dying.ā Caracalla crouched beside you, gripping your hand hard enough to ground you. āYou are not dying,ā he said fiercely. āYou are giving Rome its future.ā
āRome can wait, Rome is not important right now.ā you snapped breathlessly, side eyeing him. The midwives exchanged amused looks as one urged "Push now." You bore down with a strained cry, every muscle in your body burning with effort. "Again, my Empress!" The room blurred through sweat and tears as you pushed with all your might. Your grip on Caracalla tightened until his knuckles whitened, even he was starting to hurt. A sharp, sudden cry cut through the chamber but your body hadn't relaxed. "A Princess!" One of the maids beamed, wrapping the small infant in sheer linen. Your chest heaved as relief flooded through you, despite the tension. "Noā¦ There has to be more, I can't relax." Your voice wavered, blurry from stress and tears. Caracalla blinked, "Another?ā you could only manage a nod, eyes squeezing as another cry left you till you felt the woosh of relief, now there was two cries in the air that wasn't yours. "A Prince!" the woman cheered softly, doing as the first. A daughter and son. "You did beautifully, my wife." Cara smiled and once you looked dover, you could see your husband had been crying. "Caraā¦" you murmured before he was kissing you. He watched as the healer cut the cords, smiling at how two little bundles.
Every part of you felt heavy, like your bones had turned to stone, but the weight on your chest made it worth it, once you had finally laid down. Your daughter stirred in your arms, wrapped in soft linen, her tiny mouth puckering as if already searching for something to complain about. āWell,ā you murmured weakly, brushing a fingertip across her cheek, āsomeone already has her fatherās temper.ā Across the bed, Caracalla looked up immediately "That is totally unfair." he would've complained more but the rest of the protest was lost when the own bundle in his arms wiggled slightly. The emperor of Romeāconqueror, soldier, feared rulerāsat hunched awkwardly on the edge of the bed with a newborn boy tucked carefully against his chest like something made of spun glass. Caracalla looked terrified to move as if one movement would break his son. "I think our boy likes you." You murmured, adjusting babygirl to be more comfortable. "He has a strong grip." Cara whispered, staring at he little fist that was curled in his tunic with surprising determination. Then he looked over at you and something in his eyes softened in a way few people in the empire would ever witness. āYou frightened me,ā he said quietly. āI was told you were screaming.ā āI was screaming, my love.ā āYes,ā he said flatly. āI noticed.ā You rolled your eyes weakly, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. The baby in your arms made a tiny squeaking noise, stretching her little fingers. A small giggle escaped you, your finger allowing her to curl the tiny hand around. "They are already stronger than men." You laughed softly, though the motion made your sore body protest. āOh gods, youāve already started.ā Caracalla ignored the tease, smiling as he rubbed his thumb over the tiny fist in his tunic. The boy responded immediately, tightening his hold with a small grunt. "Love, did you see that? He grabbed me tighter." "Yeah, that's what most babies do." Caracalla looked between the two infants like a man trying to understand something enormous. Eventually Caracalla shifted closer on the bed so the two of you were nearly shoulder to shoulder. The babies rested between you, small bundles of warmth. When you looked up at him again, the fierce emperor everyone feared had vanished, in place was a tired man whom had just to come to the realization that he had a family he loved oh so fiercely. Your head tilted against his shoulder as exhaustion pulled at you, "Rest, wife. The babies will be watched after." The last thing you felt before sleep took you was the warmth of your children between youāand Caracallaās arm carefully settling around all three of you, as if guarding the most precious things in the empire.
Warnings/Notes: Reader has Tourettes but is an amazing ER Doc, Enemies to Lovers-ish, Tourettes for Reader are mostly vocal stims instead of hand movements, Dana is a badass sweetheart, Robby is a lil bit of a dick for a bit, I made up medicine names beside a couple, I am not a doctor so none of this is accurate.
Word count: 2423
"Morning, Robby." Dana smiles, sliding him a coffee she had picked up earlier. "Heard we were getting a new ER Doc?" Robby sips the drink, humming in thought before speaking "Yeah. Mr. l/n. I'm not sure when they'll show, only told that it was today. Hopefully they won't be an issue to fitting in." Oh boy, he didn't have a single clue. By lunch rush, all of the staff in the department was making bets or gossiping about who you could be, what you looked like, or if you'd even show up. Some nurses said you had to be some hot-shot while others assumed you were just average, some bet twenties that you weren't going to come at all while the guards bet that you would cause they had faith in someone they didn't even know. It was around three when you finally shown up, black scrubs, hair neat. The Doctor badge highlighting your last name and right under that was two pins. One saying I have Tourettes while the other said I vocally stim. There goes being normal! Dana smiled at you as you stepped Infront of her at the nurses station, "Hi. I am Dr. l/n. I'm flying ducks very sorry I'm late. HR didn't tell me till twelve that I needed pins for my syndrome so I don't freak patients out." Dana nodded, shrugging a little "That's alright, kid. I'm Dana the charge nurse. I'll help you a little bit before I let you go swim with our other ER docs. That sound good?" She didn't flinch, didn't crinkle her eyebrows at your tics. "That sounds wonderful." You relaxed, following her around, occasional vocal stims slipping out which thankfully were mostly mimics of bird chirping due to the bird documentary you had watched this morning. The nurses were more receptive to you, smiling and even asking what birds you were copying, anything to help you feel comfortable in your new role. You might've had a syndrome, but you were actually really damn good at your job, you just had to prove it somehow.
By seven you were pissed, the tics were more present now. It was more than obvious that Robby, Langdon, and Mohan kept doubting you. King was the only one that'd stand near you longer than five minutes. Robby finally approached you at 7:34. "Hey, lets go talk." was all you got before he was dragging you to a empty room. "Yes, Dr. Robby? What's up?" I smiled, more forced than needed. Robby clocked the forced smile, could see the agitation in your eyes. "I wanted to ask why you are so agitated." He stated, bluntly, studying you. "Honestly speaking, I see what you and your team is doing, icing me out." You nodded before chirpping at him. Robby's eyebrow twitched at the chirps but didn't react other than that. Instead he let out a long sigh through his nose, as if he was a wolf judging its next prey. "Look, I don't think anything about you yet. But if I did? It's that you're treating this place like a goddamn trail by fire instead of doing your job." He stepped closer, not openly aggressive but you could feel it. "Prove me wrong or right. That's your choice, but don't do it by sulking at the nurses station because you aren't getting hand-fed patients." "Really? How can I get a patient when the only other doctor that can stand beside me for more than five minutes is King? I cannot do my job if you won't let me. Better yet, you guys ignore me." You defended, the chrips were getting quieter but still there every few words. Robby's patience in you was wearing thin for no reason, your defense adding to the snapping rope. "We're not doing shit, l/n. But you haven't given us a reason to include you either. You have not acted like a teamp-player at all in the last four hours." Unknowingly he was shoving you back to your med-student days, those had been rough on you. "How can I when you guys act like I have the fucking cooties." To make your point, you reached out and of course he made space. "Case and Point." Robby's jaw clenched tightly when you smiled, eyes narrowing as he realized your intentions. He was not someone who was so easily tricked and he hated it when others did it. "You're not a damn victim here, kid." He snapped, his voice hardening even more, "We're not ignoring you because of your condition, we're ignoring you because of your goddamn attitude."
"Fuck off. Just leave me alone and let me work as much as you'll let me." I turned to go, the tic was unintentional but felt good to say. Robby nearly followed after, almost lunged for you but stopped himself right as he was getting close. His hands clenched tightly into fists, his eyes like fire. His voice was lowāalmost feral as he spat out his response. "You want to be included? Work for it. The world isn't going to hand you everything on a silver platter just because you have a condition. We're not going to just coddle and baby you because you have Tourette's, kid." He paused, eyes narrowing even more. "Grow. The hell. Up." "Work for it? Work for it?" You scoffed, Turing back to face him "I had to do three residencies cause id get midway through before the hospitals I schooled at refused to keep someone woth tourettes. I spent 5 years in college with no friends cause I wanted to be a fucking APRN in Trauma Pregnancies. But you know what they told me? Id be better in ED cause no woman wants a ticcing man to help them."Robby's eyes widened with surprise for a moment, caught off guard by the revelation about your three residencies and the way other hospitals had treated you. He stayed silent, listening as you continued speaking with a mixture of anger and hurt. Nope, No. He wasn't about to feel bad. "So, what, you want me to feel bad for you? You want sympathy and coddling because you had to struggle to get here? Is that it?" "Why don't you just treat me like the fucking doctor I am?" You hissed, more upset that you were being diminished before ever given the chance to show you were good. Robby's eyes hardened at your words, his gaze becoming like daggers. He took a step forwardāclosing the distance between you and him, his height and size making you look and feel even more small. "You act like a child. All this 'woe is me' bullshit, wanting people to hand you everything just because you've been screwed in the past. I don't care how hard you've had it, kid. Life doesn't care about you and none of us here owe you shit." You were about to quit, but the call for doctors had both of you switching modes and heading off to where Lagdon had called for help. "Landon, what happened?" You asked just to be ignored as he spoke to Robby only, the male patient, seemed to be in his early thirties was seizing. the words "It's been too long without a break." catching you. "Well what have you given him?" Robby asked, helping the man's body stay on his side Incase there was throw up. "I've had them pushing blood pressure meds cause he came in for high BP with slight faints. Nothing about seizures in his files." Langdon rambled, adjusting IVs for a siezure meds which should've already been pushed. "You already do seizure meds?" "Yeah, Robby. I pushed two units ten minutes ago." You were silent, calculating. "What kind?" you couldn't help but ask. "Cortabinola." Langdon finally acknowledge you. "About to push three units." "No, do Keppra that'll prev-" "We don't need your advice." Robby cut off, but you tried to keep going. "No, Robby too much of-" "Out. Now. I dont need you questioning me infront of everyone." You understood the sentiment but he was refusing to listen, so you left.
"Kid whats wrong?" Dana scooted to stand beside you while you started at the board. "The patient in Roome 6, Their pushing too much Cortabinola. I read recently that there's huge testing over it causing brain bleeds during seizures but Robby refused to let me speak. He Fucking bats kicked me out the room." Dana didn't even bother to ask for more, she walked off, heading for Room 6. Oh boy. One thing Dana hated worse than bitchy patients was other doctors being dicks to each. Once the patient was taken over, Dana stood by the door as Robby approached you. "Dana informed me of what you were trying to explain, I should have listened." That was as good as an apology that you'd get from him. "I appreciate that." You smiled, nodding once. "Cool." That was it for the rest of the shift, just silent half-assed acceptance which was better than the anger you saw earlier.
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Valentines Day. Ugh. The sickly sweet candies and handsy couples made your stomach churn in jealousy and bitterness. Sadly, even at the age of twenty-eight, you didn't have really any experience with dating or intimacy. Sure, you had self-care time but that was totally different. "There's a Matchmaker event, Kid, You should join it." Dana slipped the small slip to you. It was a simple, a few questions like what your name was, your sexuality and partner age range, and even where you'd like to go eat. "I don't think so," but you had pocketed the slip anyways. "Love is stupid." Those three words made one specific doctor look over, but he didn't comment. Dana sighed at your bitter responseāsheād heard that tone from you before. Love is stupid. Yeah, it could beā¦ but so was avoiding it forever because no one had given you a chance. She didnāt push further, just walked off to her own desk to fix patient files. Later that day, during lunch break, Dana slid a small folded paper across the table toward you. She didnāt say anything, just took a bite of her sandwich and pretended to be busy scrolling on her phone. It was a simple note, You're worth dating, don't be an idiot. You sighed, fishing out the note, rumpled from being in your pocket all day. You wrote all your preferences and details before sliding it to her, ticking quietly.
Within the next three shifts people were making bets and gossiping over the event. Some excited, some skeptical like you. Wednesday Dana dropped another note to you, this one saying Friday, the Italian restaurant on 4th, Seven sharp. That wasā¦ soon. Too soon? Your tics acted up nearly instantly. Your fingers twitched, your shoulders jerked slightly as you stared at the note in disbelief. Dana had already walked off before seeing your reaction, probably busy with her own shift prep. You spent the next 48 hours in a weird state of nerves and detachment. What if they hated you after seeing you tic? What if they didn't want a ER doc for a partner? By Friday evening, you stood outside the agreed-upon restaurant, dressed in a blue sweater and jeans. You had arrived five minutes earlier, nervous as hell. At exactly seven, there wasā¦ā¦ Robby? Not some random stranger. Not a nurse or another doctor you vaguely knew, it was Robby. His eyes locked onto yours immediatelyā¦ and he froze mid-step like he hadnāt expected it to be you either. Robbyās face went through several emotions in rapid successionāshock, disbelief, then something dangerously close to embarrassment. For a man who never stumbled over words or hesitated? He stood there like a deer in headlights. His mouth openedā¦ closedā¦ then opened again. "Dana didn't tell me it was you." You smiled, face scrunching a little as you echoed it back. "Dana didn't tell me either." Robby cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets like he didnāt know what to do with them. The hostess eyed the two of you from behind the counter while you two came in, waiting for one of you to say something. Finally, Robby gestured to the empty tables to the side, "We sitting?" "Uhm sure. Wouldn't blame you if you walked out." ou had meant it as a joke, but you were also just a tad serious. It'd hurt, but you wouldn't blame him. "Yeah, we are sitting. Just two of us." Robby nodded to the hostess who was glad to have something to do. Without a word, he grabbed the menu from the table and sat down firmly as if he was setting the declaration of how he was staying. The rest of the dinner went by a little awkwardly but it was surprisingly easy. This version of Robby was softer, quieter in the subtle ways you didn't think possible. Hell, he even paid before you could get your card out. "Can I walk you home?" Robby briefly smiled as you two stepped out, "Walk me home? Uhm okay, How do I look yellow man? That sounds nice, Robby." You tried to hide the cringe from the Smiling Friends tic but thankfully Robby didn't react outwardly. The walk home was filled with quiet chatter, Robby let you talk more since he could tell you tried not to speak too much in public spaces.
Once you arrived at your front steps, Robby put his hands in his pockets. "Tonight wasā¦ actually really nice." the admission was soft and kinda surprising due to that you had assumed he hated you. "It was nice. I had fun with you. I-I've been on a date before." Your cheeks went red as you admitted it, stupid mouth. "I was your first date?" Robby grinned but it wasn't judgmental. "Well then I guess I'll have to be your second and third dates then too. And if there's any more after." it was Robby's turn to flush now. He wanted to go on more dates with you? "I'd love that." You hummed, excited. "Good. I'll see you tomorrow at work." Before you could echo the sentiment, Robby kissed the corner of your mouth, beard pricking your skin. "I-uhm, yep. Tomorrow." You fumbled with your keys, already wishing Robby would stay longer but knew he couldn't. "Yeah, tomorrow." You didn't go inside till he had rounded the street corner, already thinking of date ideas with a certain someone.
Warnings: Fluff, Fem!Reader, At a Wedding, Talks of Wedding and Marriage, Smut: Some Kissy Kissy, Grinding and Humping, Some Degrading Name Calling, a Quickie in the Bathroom, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, I don't think I'm Missing Anything?
Word Count: 1528
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy DANIEL MARKOWITZ ; the prompt was hands. also this was not super proofread so i'm so sorry if there are any mistakes - i'm working two jobs i cannot be bothered and this is already lateeee! (but thank you @keeryhours + @romantic-genocide for reading this over smooches)
"You're getting bold," you mumbled, fingers tightening their grip around Danny's hands.
He huffed, his breath hot on your neck as his hands rubbed against the silk fabric of your dress. "Can't help it." He whispered before placing a soft kiss below your ear. "You look too good in that dress. Besides, no one is watching us, they're all watching the cute new married couple dance around and get all handsy. Because apparently at weddings that's acceptable."
"You're right." You glanced over at your cousin and her now husband as they danced against each other in the middle of the crowded dance floor. The lines between appropriate and promiscuous blurred as it was their night to celebrate their love. Or whatever it was they were celebrating.
"Yeah, so let's leave early." Danny suggested, nipping at your neck as his hands moved up your body. They found your chest slowly, giving a small squeeze to your breasts as he pulled your body closer to his. As he tugged you closer, you could feel his erection poking your ass. He grinned when he heard you gasp, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear it among the crowded room and loud music. "Please, baby girl? I need you." His hips jutted forward slowly, showing you how much he truly needed you in the moment.
"I can't leave," you groaned out, pushing back against his hips. "I'm the maid of honor, I can't leave until the wedding is over or they leave for their honeymoon. Whichever comes first."
Danny frowned, his teeth grazing over your neck again. "But baby," he whined, biting down on your neck. His right hand trailed down your stomach, cupping your heat through the silk fabric before finding its place on your hip.
"Don't but me, I can feel you. I know you're horny." You whispered back, grinding back against him playfully to tease him. "You never get this handsy unless you're extremely horny."
"Bitch," he gasped out. "That's not fair and you know it." His hips moved forward again, grinding back at a steady pace.
"Life's not fair." You looked around the room before turning in his arms with a small grin. "How about I make you a deal." Your arms moved around his neck as your lips ghosted over his gently.
"A deal?" He smirked, his lips touching yours softly. "I'm listening."
"How about a quickie. Think that can hold you over until after the wedding?"
"It might hold me over," Danny replied, looking down at you. "But, where? Everyone's going to see us go into the same bathroom." His eyes moved towards the bathroom behind the dance floor, in full view of everyone. "Not really many places to have a quickie here."
"There's a bathroom in the bridal suite." Your fingers wrapped around his tie, tugging it gently as you led him towards the bridal suite, away from all the eyes that were now watching your cousin and her husband take shots together in the middle of the dance floor.
"You're evil, you know that? We could just go home and have sex in our own bed but no, we're about to have a quickie in the bathroom your cousin used to get ready for her wedding today."
"Daniel," your voice came out stern as you looked at him. "We both know you cannot wait until we get home. Even if we left right now, we would doing a quickie in the car to hold you over."
He opened his mouth to argue but no words came out. Because you were right on so many levels. And part of him just couldn't admit that to youāhe didn't want you to know you had him in the palm of your hands right now.
Your grip tightened on his tie as you drug him deeper into the venue, down the winding halls until you reached the door to the bridal suite. "You're sure about this?" He asked softly, glancing around the hall as you pushed the door open.
"Everyone is watching the happy couple. And, there's two bathrooms attached to this room. We just pick one and lock the door." You tugged Danny into the room, leading him towards the bathroom in the corner. "Besides," you leaned closer, kissing his lips softly. "I'm wearing your favorite lace underwear."
"The red one?" He asked, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you closer. You nodded, giggling as he pinned you to the back of the bathroom door.
"I think you've persuaded me enough." Danny kissed up your neck, his right hand moving down your body. His fingers grazed over your thigh, pushing your dress up slowly as he did so. "This dress looks amazing on you," he mumbled into your ear. "But I can't wait to see it on the floor later tonight."
His fingers danced up your thigh, moving towards your core slowly. You groaned slightly as he rubbed you through the thin, lace fabric, his thumb adding pressure to your clit as his middle and ring finger slid over the slick fabric.
"Danny," you moaned, hips jutting forward slightly to meet his movements.
"You're so wet, baby girl," he smirked, kissing up your jaw slightly. "Looks like I'm not the only one that's horny." His fingers pushed your panties to the side, the cool air making you shiver.
"Shut up. You've been grinding against me for the last hour, of course I'm horny."
"Is that all it takes?" Danny asked, his middle finger sliding through your slick folds. You moaned louder, gasping when his finger swirled around the entrance, pushing into you slowly. "Looks like that's my answer." He added confidently. "Look at you, such a little slutāmoaning and groaning just from my fingers in the bathroom of your cousin's wedding."
"Danny, shut the fuck up," you whined, your dominant hand sliding down his suit. Your fingers messed with his belt, undoing it with ease. "Just fuck me, please?" You begged, undoing his pants with slight struggle.
Your words sent a jolt through his body, his cock twitching beneath the fabric of his pants. "If you keep begging like that I'll fuck you so hard that you'll be screaming my name for everyone to hear."
You gasped as he pushed his body closer towards you. Your opposite hand moved down his body again, easily unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down slowly. "Please? Need you," you mumbled, kissing his neck softly as his hardened cock sprung out.
"Need you too, baby girl." Danny mumbled back, his left hand resting under your right thigh. He lifted it up, holding it against his waist as he pushed your panties to the side more, giving him the space he needed. He slid his tip through the slick folds, pushing into you slowly. He grunted softly at the feeling, your walls engulfing his length fully.
"Fuck, Danny, you're so big."
He groaned, twitching inside of you at your words. "Fuck, baby girl, you're always so tight." His speed picked up slightly, his thrusts growing faster. "Perfect for me. Like you were made for me." You moaned louder, walls clenching around him as he spoke.
"Yeah," you grinned, tugging him closer by his tie once again. Your lips crashed into his hungrily, moving in sync with his. "I love you."
Danny smiled, kissing you back. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it gently. "I love you too, baby. I just can't wait until our wedding so we can try to sneak away and have a quickie like this." His thrusts kept a steady speed, his grip on your thigh tightening as he tugged you closer to him. "Fuck you in the room you got ready to take my last name in."
"You wanna marry me?" You asked, feeling a flutter in your stomach as you clenched around him again.
"Of fucking course I do." Danny kissed your neck softly, biting down on the skin roughly. "Can't wait to call you Mrs. Markowitz."
You gasped, head moving to the side to give him more access. "Mrs. Markowitz, huh? I like the sound of that."
"Mrs. Markowitz. Mrs. Daniel Markowitz." His thrusts turned sloppy, indicating he was closer to his high. "Take my last name in front of everyone before I wreck you in private."
You moaned again, clenching around him with a whine. "You're gonna make me yours, huh?"
"That's the plan, baby girl." Danny thrusted deep, releasing within your walls as he did so. "Make you mine and keep you forever."
"Fuck, I can't wait to be yours forever." You moaned out before releasing around him. "When's the wedding?"
"Woah, baby, let me propose first?" He teased, thrusting a few more times to help you both ride out your highs. "I have it all planned out, I swear."
"Sure you do." You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
He kissed you back, grinning into the kiss. "I do, I swear."
But if there was one thing you knew about Danny: he never had anything planned out. The only thing he really knew was that he loved you and never wanted to lose you.
Notes/Warnings: Smut, unprotected pinv, creampie, D is a total top because I said so, Dom/Sub dynamics, sweet words, Mafia wedding/Arranged marriage, for @punkrockmlchael cause I think she deserves it ā”
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Warnings/Notes: Mlm, Jack's a sweet man but sometimes deeply insecure, Reader is a therapist for the hospital over night shift, Prosthetic leg, Jack takes it off for the first time infront of Reader (so early days of relationship), Reader is very comforting, fluff, Jack deserves a good husband. (this fic is before the x husband!Reader)
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The night shift had been rough on Jack, his leg was constantly hurting and chafing from the hard plastic. The only good thing that came out of the shift was the fact that he got to go home with you. The part he was hesitant on was the fact that you had never seen him without his leg on, but he had to get the fucking thing off. You were already home, a hot breakfast waiting for him and coffee just how he liked, but he avoided all of it to lock himself in the bathroom. "Baby? Jack, what's wrong?" You tried the door, it was locked. Jack hardly ever hid from you. "I-I'm fine, babe. Just need a moment." Jack tried to hide the pain from his voice, sadly failing. "Did something at work happen?" You tried to get him to talk, but the only response was the water running. You knew Jack hated showing his legs, you just assumed it was from him having pale bird-legsā¦. Not because one of his legs was actually a fake one. You two had recently started dating, so no sex or sharing showers had happened yet. "Okay, well breakfast and coffee are in the kitchen." You rubbed the back of your neck and padding off to his bedroom, only in one of his shirts and your boxers. Jack sighed as he relaxed in the shower, sitting in the built-in shower chair, the skin around his stump was red and a little swollen. "Fuck." Jack massaged the skin lightly, wincing as pain laced his leg. He wasn't going to be able to put it back on afterwards let alone get up. What if you got weird? Would you leave him? Would you get all soft like you do for your patients at the hospital? He'd have to get you to help, there was no other option.
"Baby!" Jack called out, cursing himself that he locked the door. "Jiggle the door three times to the left and it'll open." The door clicking and sliding open. "Baby, what's going on?" You asked, all soft and worried it nearly broke his heart. "I justā¦.need some help." Jack learned up, turning off the shower as you peeked in, eyes going wide as you seen everything. "You want a photo?" He teases, smiling even as insecurities lace his eyes. "You're like really fucking hot." You laughed weakly, ears and cheeks burning as he covered his groin. "Hun, can you help me to the bedroom?" Jack muses quietly, and it's then that you actually notice the missing leg. "Holy shit, you do have a bird leg." You giggle, smiling. "Is that why you won't wear shorts?" Jack can't even put words together, how the fuck are you ignoring the missing appendage. "No, idiot-" "Jack, I know. Come on, lets get your old ass dry first." You huffed, helping him out and to sit on the toilet so you could help him dry off. "Lemme get you some clothes, I'll be right back." Before he could protest, you gave him a quick kiss and darted off, coming back moments later with a pair of boxers and and a tank top. "Does your uhmā¦ stump need any massaging or lotion? Looks puffy." He hated how you sounded, like he was one of your patients. "Don't do that. Please, do anything else but talk to me like that." Jack grabbed the clothing, getting them on with little to no help. "I-I'm sorry, sweets. I didn't realize. I don't wanna offend you." Jack grunted as you helped him up on his leg, slow steps all the way till you're able to get him in his bed. "What lotion do you use?" "The Aveeno." Thankfully you knew exactly where that was cause you totally were snooping in his room earlier. Jack watched as you settled in front of him, squeezing some of the lotion onto your hand. "You tell me what hurts and where to go harder or soft." That was all the warning you gave him, staring at his upper thigh to massage the knots of muscle. "When you- ah fuck- get closer to the end, go lighter, my nerves are really sensitive today." Jack laid back, head tucking into a pillow as soft grunts of relief left him here and there. You on the other hand were happy to help, uncaring about the missing leg. "Hey baby?" "Yes, Hun." You pause your ministrations, "Why didn't you tell me about your leg, I wouldn't have judged you, Jack." He flushed immediately cause sadly he did think you'd have judged him, maybe even left him.
"Honestly? I thought you would have, or maybe even left me. I know not many are cool with the idea of their partners missing limbs. I've seen it too many times in the ER and-" Jack stopped rambling when you placed a finger on his lips, the smell of the Aveeno filling him. "I love you, Jack. Every scar, every turn we take that ends up being a little shitty. If I wasn't ready, I wouldn't still be here." 'But-" "No buts, Jack. None whatsoever." You went back to massaging, remembering to go softer closer to where the skin had been taken in to cover up what got ripped off. "You don't think I'm gross?" Jack asks softly, unable to look at you in case you really did hate him. "No, Jack. I don't think you're gross. You are still one hot hospital daddy and I will always think that." You chuckle as he nudges your arm with his good knee. Jack watches as you finish up, automatically opening his arms up for cuddles when you lean for him. He had to get to bed even if you had work in a couple hours, he was going to get the reassurance that you weren't going anyewhere. "Always?" "Forever."
Warnings/Notes: Storm, Insecure!(?)Dennis/Scared!Dennis, Promises, Anxiety/Fears, AU where Robby passed away, Light Angst/Comfort, Dennis and Reader live on a farm, Cowboy!Dennis and Reader
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"You promise you'll be back?" Dennis whispers, eyes already blurry cause he couldn't help the anxiety rising in his chest. "I always come back, baby. I gotta get the cows in before the storm gets worse." You rubbed his growing mullet back from his forehead. "Yeah, but-" "Hey. None of that. I want you to wait for me in bed, wrapped in our blankets as you wait for me." You cut him off, already knowing where this was going. Dennis had a severe anxiety attachment to you after getting together. You didnt know Robby personally, but the stories Dennis told about him made you believe the older man had been an amazing person and partner to your boy. You weren't jealous over the hold Robby had on Dennis's heart, you couldn't blame your boyfriend for grieving. Dennis never told you how Robby passed away, but a good bit of digging shown it was from a motorcycle accident during bad weather. Hence, everytime it stormed on the farm, Dennis refused to let you go outside in fears that he'd lose you too. "Okay, just hurry." Dennis nodded a little, tears already starting to fall as you kissed him. "I will and when i get back we can cuddle in the tub." You kissed him once more before heading off into the rain.
Dennis didn't go to the room, his feet carried him to the livingroom, back and forth, back and forth. He hated being this anxious, hated feeling like he was getting ripped apart each time you went outside. Dennis knew you could handle yourself, he also knew that you really did come back to him each time you promised it.... but the 'What if' lingered in the back of his mind like a weighted blanket of grief. He had lost Robby so horrifically, he couldn't lose you even if it was through a breakup let alone death. Dennis eventually sat down, curling into one of the weighted blankets you two usually shared on nights like this, praying to a god he hardly believed in anymore that you'd come home. An hour had passed and Dennis had taken to standing on the porch, watching as the storm raged on and lightning struck every few minutes. You were coming back. You promised, you fucking promised. He was going down a mental rabbit hole that he didn't even process your truck pulling back up or that you were back till cold soaked hands cradled his face. God you looked terrible, every article of clothing clinging to you, your hair smoothed back and stuck. "See? I said I'd be back." You smiled, knowing he'd need a few moments to get back to himself. "Y-you took so long." Dennis melted into you, not giving two shits if he got wet as he sobbed. "I know, I know. A few of the heifers were being stupid and not moving, took me longer than I had wanted." You squeezed him tighter, "Lets get a bath and wine, hm?" "Please?" Dennis refused to move so you did the only other thing, you picked him up. Dennis always fit just right, legs around your hips, arms around your shoulders, and his face in your neck. You wouldn't change him for the world.
Dennis only let go of you when you set him down on the counter. "Imma go get the wine, I want you to get our bath ready. I'll join you in a few moments." You stripped to your boxers, throwing the soaked clothing into the sink before padding off to the kitchen. Dennis collected himself together as he got the bath ready, smiling a little when the scent of lavender greeted him. A few seconds later, you were at the door, a bottle of Red and two wine glasses in your hands as you stood there in nothing but black athletic boxers which gave him every line and curve of you. "Ready?" "Definitely." Dennis nodded, finally stripping himself as you got naked and slid into the water first so he could get in front of you. Once he did settle in-between your legs, your hands roamed his thighs and knees. "I love you, Dennis." You kissed his shoulder, "I love you too, Y/N." Dennis poured wine in both glasses, but didn't sip his just yet, he wanted to savor you for a little more. "I came back, like I promised." "You did. I got scared when you took too long." Dennis leaned into you, your chest to his back. "I know, baby. Sometimes that's going to happen, hun. We retired to live on a huge ass farm." You chuckled, massaging his thighs harder. "We do have a lot of animals." He mumbled, which was deeply true. You two had a lot of God damn animals. Six cows, a bull, two horses, three sheep, a ram, four chickens and a rooster. Yeah, the word was cut out far you two. "I wouldn't change it though. I love this life with you." Dennis looked over his shoulder, smiling as you leaned to kiss him. "Yeah me too."
Dennis never understood why you liked to dry him off, but he always let you without complaint. He seen the utter devotion in your eyes once, and somewhat understood that whatever this act of drying him off made you feel was worth the five minutes to stand there in silence. He didn't bother to get fully dressed either, simply sporting a pair of his bue checkered boxers while you threw on another black pair. "Can we cuddle while the window stays cracked?" Dennis asked, helping to make the bed as it was routine every night that it had to be made before y'all got in it. "Of course we can, hun. Want the weighted blanket or just me?" You looked up from adjusting your pillows. "Just you, please." Shortly after, Dennis had your head on his chest and one of your legs over his while the sounds of the storm rumbled in. "This is nice." his fingers traced the planes of your back, "Always nice cause I have you, doll." You kissed his chest, content to fall asleep to the heartbeat in your ears. "I love you." "I love you too."
Warnings/Notes: Still dont know how to properly describe PTSD, Jack hates fireworks, PTSD triggered by loud and unexpected sound, Established relationship, MLM, Reader is a therapist for the hospital during night shift,
Word count: 1110
Fourth of July, Jack hated it despite how he kept smiling when coworkers had told him all the stuff they had done before coming. Jack wanted a good night so he could go home with you and sleep till 3p.m while you slobbered on his chest that you refused to admit you did. Currently he was in the ambulance bay, waiting for one that was on route before a group of kids was running down the street, firecrackers going off too close. He wasnt at work anymore, in his mind it went straight back to smoky walls and men crying over shattered limbs when bombs went off.
"Hey baby." You greeted as you walked up till you noticed that glazed look. "Jack?" Your hands grab his shoulders, no response. "Jack Abbott, I am right here, my love and I need you to focus." You cradled his face, those watery hazel eyes focusing on you finally. "There you are, who am i?" You smiled, rubbing the apples of his cheeks as you let him come back to himself. "Uhm you are Doctor l/n. You are y/n. My husand." He said it slowly, murmuring like he wasnt sure if he could believe it just yet. "Thats right. Thats me. Im your husband, the one you met when you came back home after that last battle, Jack. You're not there anymore." You pulled him back in for a hug, a hand going to his neck, the other rubbing his back. "I got you, I always got you." Jack ran his hands along your back, hips, and finally your shoulders. He was grounding himself in the only way he knew how. "You are my husband of two years." He finally says more firmly, more knowingly. "That's right." Your murmured, pulling back. "Why don't we go inside so it's not so loud, finish this god awful shift of ours before going home." Jack nodded in total agreement, rubbing your wrist before letting go as you two walked in. "I'll be in T15 if I'm needed." He watched you go off to a consultation room, his heart finally settling back down as the normal sounds of the bay surrounded him. He was still amazed that you had ever dated him, let alone got married to him. Everyone always said you were too soft for someone like him, that he'd break you; but you proved them wrong. You made him healthier and happier. You two getting married was a big shock to a lot, considering the only person that knew at first was Robby. After so many years alone and grieving his late wife, he hadn't even realized you had lit a flame in his heart till that one faithful night you found him on the roof like Robby would in the mornings. Jack could remember it easily, you didn't talk, didn't beg. You simply grabbed his hand and stared at the moon with him till he had been able to get himself put together to be the doctor he was. You had asked him to go for coffee that next morning, since then it had been a wrap. Jack knew that he loved you in ways he never thought he could again, and he didn't want to lose you so why wouldn't he have asked you to marry him?
Jack's thoughts slipped away when Ambulance sirens echoed behind him, time to get back to work. Seven long hours later that held four types of different coding, one successful birth in the Trauma Bay, and ten different patients needing emergency surgeriesā¦. The sun was finally shining. The moment you were able to step for the nurses station, your eyes were red-rimmed from most likely crying with patients you had to help support or explain to parents why their kids' weren't coming home. Many think being a ER doctor was hard, but your job was so much more important in Jack's opinion. "Hey, sweets. Hard shift?" He rubbed your shoulder as you nodded, "'Yeah, had a cancer kid, had to explain to his parents why he wanted MAID. It was so heartbreaking." You were sighed, rubbing your eyes. "It's going to be okay. You did a great job." Jack reassured, knowing this would be heavy on you for awhile. When Robby got in, you let Jack make rounds with him so Robby wouldn't be walking in blind. Dana was already here so might as well bother her till it's time to go. "You look like shit." Dana scoffed, sliding a coffee to you. "Love you too, Dana." The coffee was perfect, as it always was cause no one ever realized you were Dana's favorite. "Was it busy last night? Looks like it." Dana side-eyed you. "Oh yeah, of course it was. It was fourth of fucking July, I seen more guys missing fingers because of fireworks than I ever have in my life. How stupid are men?" Your question made her laugh cause well, hello you were a man that married a man with a missing leg. "You tell me, Doc. How's married life, three year anniversary coming up." "It's going great, still can't stand when he drinks orange juice after brushing his teeth. It's disgusting." You sighed, sipping the coffee as Robby and Jack come back around. Jack's hand instantly found yours, eyes already giving that puppy look like he's ready to leave so he can have you all to himself. "Y'all have a good shift. we'll see you two tonight." Jack was already dragging you off for the double doors, smiling. "Benji's?" "Always."
When you both got home, Benji's was easily forgotten once the brown takeout bag was set on the counter. "Join me in the shower, wanna have dangerous fun." Jack teased, tugging you after you had taken your top off. "Jack, your leg can't go in water." "See, that's why its going to be dangerous." Jack giggled like an idiot. Of course he wanted to be a dork and make you do all the work. By the time you were able to help him get to bed, your sweet husband was very satisfied as much as you were. "You are lucky I love you, Jack." "I love you too, Mr. Abbott." He shot back as you threw a pillow which he caught. "Now get your pretty ass in bed so I can cuddle my husband." "Aye aye, "Captain." You chuckled, getting your boxers on, turning to admire him for a few moments. Your sweet old ass man, wet hair, flushed cheeks and chest in blakc boxers. "Yeah. All thats mine." You smiled as he moved the covers, "Always yours, baby."
Prompt: Don't Laugh| @steddiebingo Hop Into Spring | Words: 1174| Pairing: Steddie | Rated: M | Tags: Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love
"You know you don't have to be bere."
Eddie's hands shook as he tried to flip to the next page of his book, eyes fixed on the damned thing and definitely not avoiding Steve Harrington sitting in a rickety chair beside the large window.
After everything, Steve had arranged for Eddie to get a nicer room when it became clear that his stay in the hospital would not be short. Six weeks now. It was driving Eddie crazy. The only one still in the hospital beside him was Red, and she was blind and wheelchair bound. They didn't even allow him to go outside for a smoke. He'd give his left hand for a cigarette ā¦ Well, maybe not that. He'd already given his pound of flesh to the bats. He deserved a cigarette.
"Would you like me to go?" Steve asked quietly, glancing up from his notepad and the collection of Eddie's cassettes in his lap.
Eddie sighed and flipped the book down to keep the page. This was crazy. "You come here every day after your radio shift with Robin, and then you sit here with me for hours. Don't you ever sleep?"
"I sleep."
The answer came quickly. Too quickly. As if Steve had been expecting it, as if he practised saying it. The truth was that he couldn't exactly fault Harrington for not sleeping. Still, Eddie didn't understand why Harrington specifically chose to spend his sleepless time with him. He could be hanging out with Robin, or Nancy and Jonathan, or the party. Steve had friends.
"Harrington ā¦ Go sleep."
"I'm fine," Steve whined. Strands of his long hair fell into his eyes, hiding the deep purple proof of sleeplessness. Even his hair looked lacklustre at best. Matted and dry.
"Why did you ask me about my hair?"
Surprised, Steve looked up again. A soft blush rose to his cheeks. "What?"
"The day I woke up. You asked me about my hair."
The caught expression on Steve's face was clear. Eddie was not meant to remember that detail.
Steve Harrington was strange.
Steve 'the King' Harrington.
Why the hell was he hiding in Eddie's hospital room of all places?
What could he possibly want from Eddie? It had to be some sort of joke, now that Vecna was dealt with.
And the sad thing was, Eddie so very hoped it wasn't. For the longest time, Steve had seemed like a typical jock, but then came his fall from the mountain that was high school court. When Henderson and Wheeler talked about their friend Steve, he'd thought they were joking. What would Harrington be doing with a bunch of loser kids?
Apparently, saving their arses on a regular basis.
Including now Eddie's arse.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Maybe he could have gone on being on the sidelines of Harrington's little circle, but somehow, big boy was adamant about spending time with Eddie.
Eddie couldn't possibly say why. At first, they'd been hospital roommates, but Steve was released after five days with a warning not to catch another concussion, or it might be his last. The next day, he'd shown up and told Eddie all about their previous adventures, about a nailbat and demodogs, about Russian bunkers and drugs. Then Harrington had shown up with a Walkman and cassettes and the announcement that he and Buckley were applying for a radio job, so Eddie had to widen Steve's musical horizon ā Epic failure on all sides ā and ended up with Steve leaving the hospital with a list full of cassettes to buy. Soon, Steve had brought him his notebook and Dnd stuff, some changes of clothes and a few books.
Usually, Harrington just occupied himself with whatever was lying about or with whatever Eddie was doing. It was new, bouncing ideas off of someone for his campaigns, but at least it gave him something to do. And when Eddie asked if Steve had ever read The Hobbit, it had turned into a reading session where Eddie quietly read aloud from the book while Steve pretended not to listen as he watched a baseball game on silent on the shitty little TV the nurse had rolled in.
Steve squirmed in his seat, then placed the cassettes on the little table next to the chair before he dropped Eddie's precious collection. "Don't laugh at meā¦"
"I would never." Eddie wanted to smirk, to crack a joke, but the way Steve's hazel eyes softened made any attempt at a joke die on his lips. Instead, he gave Steve an encouraging nod and a smile. It was unthinkable, really, that Steve needed encouragement from him.
It was cute.
No. Eddie reminded himself. Steve was off-limits. He was hung up on Nancy Wheeler and his dream of a house and six little nuggets. He did not need the confusion of someone like Eddie hitting on him. He didn't need a gay panic, only to find out that there was nothing to panic over in the first place because being gay would make his dream life go poof.
Steve Harrington was better off without Eddie.
"I like hair."
Eddie smirked. Oh god, and he wasn't allowed to make fun of it. He could feel the laughter build in his throat, his lips twitching. Leave it to Harrington to say something ridiculous. "Be more specific, sweetheart, or I'll have to assume."
The blush on Steve's cheeks deepened. Naive. Sweet. Cute. All the words Eddie should not be thinking about Steve filtered into his mind. A frustrated little noise broke from Steve's chest, and he ran his hand through his hair. Was Steve nervous?
"I like ā¦ I used to help Dustin with his hair. It was nice. I like taught him how to tame that mess on his head, but sometimes he'd still let me help and ā it was nice," Steve ended lamely and shrugged.
"You like taking care of people, Harrington," Eddie said gently and was surprised when Steve only shrugged. Surely that was common knowledge? It was so obvious. The way Steve looked out for the party and drove them around everywhere, picked them up after parties and Dnd nights. The way Steve always carried extra lunches for Buckley and stashed an extra blouse for her in the Beamer because she'd inevitably spill something all over herself. It was all the damn time.
Then why did Steve look so small talking about it?
"You can wash my hair when I'm out of the hospital."
Why the hell did he say that? Wash his hair? Was he crazy? Steve would think he's a total Freak, he probably already thought that ā
"I'd like that ā¦" Steve smiled. Relieved. It occurred to Eddie that Steve might still have been worried about Eddie making fun of him. Now comfortable, his smile turned somewhat into a lopsided smirk as he added, "Your hair sucks, man. It's so dry. You need to take care of your curls better. Like it's so frizzy. I can hear it cracking and screaming. Also, we need to oil those ends, maybe a trim."
Summary: Eddie surprises you by taking you out on the town for the day. As luck would have it, a chance at an early showing of a long awaited film leads to an impromptu stroll down memory lane. There's only one other thing that could put the cherry on top of an already phenomenal day, and a bit of good news just might be the opportunity you've been hoping for.
Warnings: Canon Divergence. Modern AU (2001 to be exact). Established Relationship. High School Sweethearts. Fluff. Slice of life. Flashback. Past Mutual Pining. Kissing. Eddie and R being sickly sweet as a married couple. LOTR quotes and references. D&D references. Eddie is a dork but he's our dork. Use of feminine nicknames.
Word Count: 3.3k words
A/N: This is a full week overdue but I think that you can forgive me @stabmeagainchucky, because I loved your prompts so much that I'm planning to make a second part for this fic! I genuinely was so excited to be writing for Eddie again and honestly this is the universe that I so desperately needed. So thank youuu! God, I love this nerd so much! Lemme know if you enjoyed by leaving a comment or a reblog or both! If you wanna rant at me about these nerds, my ask box is always open.
You and Eddie have been together since high school, a fact that Eddie never grew tired of explaining to people you came across on your travels together. A comic con here, a metal concert there, it didn't matter. He was always talking about you. It's one of those things that was so distinctly 'Eddie' that you just couldn't change the man's mind to save your life, not that you'd ever truly desired to change a single thing about him. It's one of the many things that you found endearing, among other things that served as a pivotal foundation for your long, happy relationship.
Since becoming fast friends in high school, you'd been inseparable. Not much had changed when you started dating and eventually got engaged shortly after graduation. Soon after he grabbed that diploma and flipped off Principal Higgins, you'd bought two one way tickets to L.A. and at the ripe ages of 18 and 20, you and Eddie thought the rest would be history, and in a way that was true. Just not the way you'd expected.
About twenty-four years had gone by since you and he had damn near booked it out of Hawkins first chance you got. You were happily married for twenty-three of those years, and settled down in a little cottage on a quiet street on the outskirts of Indianapolis. You had insisted on being closer to the shop, so Eddie didn't have to drive so long to get to work, but he proved far more stubborn than you. He knew that you hated the hustle and bustle of the city, always craving a more quiet, stress-free life, and he could honestly say he needed that too.
Eddie closed the shop for the day so he could take you out for a long overdue date; The way he had put it was, "Just because we're married now, doesn't mean I'm gonna stop taking out my lady. What kinda husband would that make me, sweetheart?" You'd rolled your eyes that morning, playfully slapping his freshly showered chest, but in reality, you were grateful and excited to get more quality time. It also helps that he owned the garage and his crew sure weren't complaining about a paid day off.
He had come downstairs to help with breakfast, putting the coffee pot on before giving you the lowdown of the fun day he's planned for you both. With every word, your pulse raced, your heart swelling with happiness as he described your perfect day, before sending you back upstairs to get ready while he whipped you both up some eggs and toast.
You ended up driving into town and parking in the middle of the city center, walking to your first stop on the list; the vintage bookstore you love to browse the fantasy section for any new gems. Next, you went on a record store crawl that ended in you snagging Stevie Nicks' Bella Dona on vinyl and a handful of cassettes to add to your collection at home.
After grabbing a little sweet treat at the coffee shop next door and inspecting the goodies you bought, Eddie steered you towards the fancy new cinema in town; the one with fancy recliner seats and an admission fee you deemed too expensive for a little extra cushion. However, Eddie was even more persuasive, reassuring you that he could handle it just fine for a special occasion like this. Eddie went up to the ticket booth while you went over to the concessions stand to buy some popcorn and licorice. As much as you didn't like the candy, it always seemed to taste better on Eddie's tongue anyways, so you didn't mind that it was his favorite candy. You smirk to yourself as you wait for the cashier to ring you up.
Suddenly you're pulled back into a warm, broad chest, two tickets flashing into your line of sight from his outstretched hand. You grabbed one, eyeing the movie in question and gasping when your eyes glance over the ticket; it reads, 'Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers' and your expression changes dramatically, visibly excited.
You whip around, turning to see Eddie grinning like a kid in a candy store before he explains," Looks like we're extremely lucky today. Turns out they're showing the movie early to try to attract more customers, what with it being a brand new theater and all." You break out in a grin, "No way! First Stevie and now this? It's almost too good to be true." Eddie helps you grab the snacks from the counter and you make your way to your screening, his grin conspiratorial as he replies, "Well then, fair maiden, let us make haste! Lest we tempt fate any further." You poke his side but follow alongside him as you find a seat, settling in just as the opening credits began to roll.
The movie was nearly at it's end, The Battle of Osgiliath reaching it's peak, and then a sudden turn of events has you both at the edge of your seats. Frodo just got tackled by Sam and they tumbled down a set of stairs before Frodo grips Sam's throat, nearly running him through with Sting. Eddie's hand in yours tenses as the scene plays out but you don't focus on that for long. At the last second, Frodo snaps out of it, throwing the sword to the ground, releasing his hold, and backing away from him in shock.
You look at each other in shock not unlike the hobbits on the screen in front of you. Then Sam begins to speak again, "Folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going because they were holding onto somethingā", and then you furrow your brows, his words starting to sound familiar, but still somehow not quite right. Despite the slight differences, Sam's inspiring words were enough to transport you back to the Winter of '86, to the turning point in yours and Eddie's relationship and the catalyst blurring the lines between friendship and romance for you both.
It was dead silent around the D&D table that Friday evening. With a particularly tense campaign in full swing, you can't help but feel the stress mounting. It's as if the weight of the world were carried on your less than capable shouldersāwhat with this being your third campaign in your short time with the merry band of misfits known as Hellfire. Eddie was perched on his throne as usual, tapping his ring clad fingers against the table in anticipation of your next roll. You and Jeff share a look before sighing in exasperation.
Your collective reactions are quite adequate considering the dire straits you find yourselves in, having just taken another devastating blow by the Beholder that appeared, to your dismay. The malevolent foe had made itself known halfway through the campaign, following the trail of dead goblins and monsters you'd slain from the last decrepit town you fought your way through, clearly attracted by the carnage and feasting on the malice lingering in the airāan unintended by-product of such bloodshedāto build it's strength until it finally caught up to the party.
Of all places, the endless wasteland that is The Badlands was surely the worst you'd ever trudged through. In fact, you were surprised you'd not succumbed to certain death already, but the fight was far from over. You weren't sure how much more the party could take in your current condition. Grant and Gareth's adventurers found themselves petrified, caught in the eight-foot menace's putrid gaze, their terror permanently etched onto their faces as they lay immobilized on the dusty ground. Dustin and Mike weren't as lucky; one had succumbed to the Death's Kiss, while the other had been slain after one too many beams of flame and ice from the gnarly glob of flesh and tentacles that seemed hell-bent on your demise.
As such, this journey had turned out to be a series of twists and turns, each more devastating and harrowing than the last. Eddie really outdid himself this time, so much so that he wondered what would befall the remaining heroes. Just as he was about to deliver another gentle reminder of their impending doom if they failed to act with haste, you suddenly have something to say.
"I donāt like anything here at all," you huffed trying to make light of a dire situation, as is customary for anyone in your positionāgranted that individual were also privy to quoting Frodo in their time of distress. Everyone in the room perks up before you continue, your hand coming up to fling a stray candy wrapper off the table, "step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid."
Jeff's stopped twirling his pen, but otherwise was unfazed by your comments save for a gloomy nod. Everyone else around the room gave their own halfhearted regards, finding common ground in the dark cloud of misery that lingered over your heads. Eddie on the other hand, and unbeknownst to you, was nearly vibrating in his seat, eyes brightening in surprise and a smile threatening to grace his lips at the familiar words. You of all people quoting Frodo at such an opportune moment is a shock; a revelations of epic proportions, even.
He should have known. You were one of the few people he could count on to match him in his love of fantasy and reading; and yet, he thought your arrival to be almost too good to be true. You were everything he always wanted, someone who got him on a deeper level than anyone else, but he always waited for the other shoe to drop. He always held you at arms length in silent resignation for the inevitable day you decide you were too good for them; for him. And yet, here you are, quoting Tolkien himself, as if this very moment was a sign from the universe that he misjudged you.
In light of this discovery, he would be the Sam to your Frodo, if only just this once. He tells himself that he shouldn't get too carried away, lest the detour distracts. However, much like a man who's never been subtle a day in his life, Eddie rises from his throne dramatically before pointing at you and stating, "Yes, thatās so," before he wildly gestures at the rest of the party. "And you all shouldnāt be here at all, if youād known more about it before you started."
Eddie takes a moment to stare at every one of them, each straightening in their seats in response, as if his words are slowly waking them from their stupor. He easily commands the room as always, but you can't help but feel a little intimidated when he turns his attention back onto you, locking your eyes with his as he elaborates, "But I suppose itās often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, my dear: adventures, as I used to call them." Your lips twitch into a knowing smile, in awe that not only did he pick up on your reference, but he's now taking it and running with it to the very end. You guessed that you should have known he would, but it is satisfying all the same. Eddie's made his way around the table as he lavishes you all with an expert delivery of the rest of Sam's speech to Frodo on the steps of the Cirith Ungol.
He had settled at your side, resting an elbow on the back of your chair as he addresses the room again, "I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. But thatās not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually ā their paths were laid that way, as you put it." You felt the rest of Hellfire and just the two of you at this very moment.
"But I expect they had lots of chances, like you all, of turning back, only they didnāt. And if they had, we shouldnāt know, because theyād have been forgotten." Your eyelashes flutter in complete fascination as Eddie finishes the speech without faltering. His eyes land on yours once more, mirth along with something else shining within them, but you weren't quite sure what, at the time.
Before you could float out of your chair from being wrapped up in his attentive gaze for so long, the room erupts in applause and cheers, morale boosted to an all time high from your little exchange. While everyone hashed out potential tactics and deliberated next moves, you and Eddie are still staring at each other in silence. His gaze is soft, yet thoughtful in a way that makes you want to know what's on his mind, but alas, you can't quite pinpoint the meaning behind it all. Then, his mouth slowly curves upwards, a bright smile slowly spreading across his face that lights up the space between you.
It's infectious, and before you know it, you're smiling along with him, the trance fading to something more comfortable; familiar. You nod, a newfound camaraderie settling between you and Eddie that you know you'll be getting flustered over for days on end after this. But for now it feels right.
It was the feeling of Eddie's fingers, gliding over your wedding band that roused you from your thoughts. Eddie was leaned back in his seat, right hand still in yours, while the other is tapping against the armrest. He's staring as the end credits roll, speechless and in awe over the movie. When he notices you staring, he smiles and squeezes your hand adoringly before raising it to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of it.
He opens his mouth to ask you , "So sweets, did you like the movā", but you cut him off mid-sentence to plant a quick kiss on his lips, "āieā¦What was that for, sweetheart? That good of a movie, huh?"
With the memories still fresh in your mind, and the lingering emotions making you feel sentimental, you push a stray curl behind his ear as you silently appraise the man you married; the man you yearned for all those years only to have him here with you; it's almost too good to be true. You very nearly shed a tear before pulling yourself together to earnestly say, "I love you Eds, that's all. Can't a wife kiss her husband without it being a big deal?" You stick your tongue out at him and he retorts with a smirk, "Well, of course not! But be aware, there's no telling what said husband is bound to do in return." Before you could reply with something just as flirty, he interrupts you with a kiss in returnāthe passion and heat behind it giving you a preview of what's sure to come later that evening, if he had any say in the matter.
Before you could get too carried away you pull away, and instead of the protest you expect, he furrows his brows quizzically at you, "Seriously though, did we hate it? Love it? Any thoughts? Because, I definitely do have thoughtsā¦" You let him ramble a bit longer until he starts to really go off, at which point you cut him off, "We definitely loved, now let's get to Basil's before my stomach gnaws itself from the inside out, Eddieeee!" You jump from your seat and grab hold of the trash while Eddie chuckles at your enthusiasm, grabbing the shopping bags as you shuffle out of the aisle. Everyone else had long since cleared out of the theater by now. You quickly chuck the empty popcorn tub and candy box into the trash and Eddie holds the door open for you as you step out into the bright hallway. He allows you to pull him by the arm toward the exit, smiling fondly at your post-movie zoomies.
As planned, you head to Basil's to grab an early dinner. It was the cute little Italian place you loved that always threw in an free garlic bread when you came by. Eddie had fixed up their delivery van last winter for far less than the other garages in the area were willing to. All Eddie had to say on the matter was he knew what it was like to lose a van.
You spent the majority of dinner gushing over the movie, and dissecting all the things that were different than the novel, much like you did when you'd seen the Fellowship of the Ring just last year. While there were some questionable characterizations, and some scenes that you couldn't quite understand. But overall you couldn't complain much considering the fact that they took yet another groundbreaking masterpiece of the written word, and brought it to the silver screen, again. By the end of your intense deep dive, you both deemed it a favorite for sure. You were so excited for the next installment that you could hardly wait.
Just as you put in your dessert order to goāone cannoli for Eddie and a tiramisu for youāyour phone buzzes in your bag. You pull it out, turning the sound on now that you're no longer in the theater, and see an email notification. It was the weekly newsletter for Tails of Hope, the animal shelter you volunteered at for a few years in a row.
You had always wanted to get a little furry friend of your own, especially now that you were in a proper home with the means to do so. Therefore, you kept up-to-date on when any new animals came in. It looked as if there were no meaningful updates this time, until you scrolled lower on the email. Then you see a photo in the bottom left corner of the page, and gasp sharply.
Eddie pauses, a forkful of tortellini a few inches from his mouth as he looks at you before setting his fork down and asking, "What's up? Something happen with your mother again? I swear that woman is such a klutz. At this point the only way to prevent her from being a danger to herself and everyone around her, is to put her in a bubble."
You are momentarily stunned before you burst out laughing at his rant over your very accident-prone mother. He smiles wide before laughing along with you for a moment until you recover.
You wipe your eyes before clarifying, "Lucky for her, she is fine! Now looky who just got new kittens! We have to go see them soon. You promised we would the next time they got new animals in, remember?!" You shove the phone up to his face, and he chimes in, "Oh! Of course I do. That's great! We can definitely go see them next week, maybe. Depends how many cars are left in the shop after this weekend."
You nod solemnly, slouching in your seat again and tucking your phone back into your bag before you muse hopefully. "I have a good feeling about this, Eds. I really think we'll find our little guy this time, ya know?" You pick up your own fork and resume eating before you feel Eddie's hand rest over top of yours.
His thumb caresses the back of your hand as he reassures you, "We'll find the little furball of our dreams, sweetheart." You stare at him for a minute, before piping up, "Promise?"
Eddie sighs in defeat, never able to resist the sight of your hopeful eyes, before leaning in to kiss your forehead and murmuring against your hair.
