thinking about honey and baby honey getting sick together for the first time and gator is just wrecked because honey keeps insisting she’s fine and trying to take care of the baby while he’s getting worried and oh 🥹🥹
ohhhh yes, and it doesn’t hit them until after he’s already at work. so honey doesn’t say anything because she knows they’ll both be fine and she also knows gator, and he doesn’t need to come home. they will be okay!!
but when gator comes home, something is immediately up because he doesn’t smell dinner. now he’s not upset, he’s not angry, but he knows something isn’t right or she’s had a bad day etc (she loooves cooking). and honey didn’t say anything, which he’s once again not upset but he could’ve picked up something on the way, he would’ve happily.
he enters the living room and sees his girls curled up on the couch, snotty noses, coughing, blossom is whimpering. honey is trying to get her to nurse but it’s hard because of the baby’s poor stuffy nose, but she keeps rooting, and a bottle isn’t cutting it.
gator is worried, blossom hasn’t been sick before, he knows it happens, but he’s still worried, and he’s worried about honey as well. he doesn’t want her to not take care of herself because she’s too focused on the baby.
“mama, why didn’t ya tell me?” he asks, sitting down on the couch, arm instantly wrapping around her shoulders.
honey looks over at him, giving him a gentle smile. “because i knew you’d come home and you didn’t need to.”
“could’ve at least brought home dinner…” he replies, pouting as he rubs the back of blossom’s head with his calloused fingers.
the baby finally latches, honey’s whole body relaxes once blossom starts making those little suckling noises. she rests her head on gator’s shoulder, the three of them just sitting in the comfortable silence.
dinner gets ordered, blossom successfully falls asleep for a little bit. honey won’t sit down for nothing, and gator is stressed!!! he’s stressed out!! she keeps doing stuff and he’s chasing her around the house.
“baby, please, just leave it.”
“i’ve been wanting to clean this all day, gator.”
“then let me do it!”
“you’ve worked all day!”
“you’ve been sick and takin’ care of blossom!”
finally he just crosses the kitchen in a few steps, wrapping his arms around honey. “you’re gonna get in bed with me right now and rest mama…” he kisses her forehead, holding his lips there against her skin for a moment, savoring.
they go upstairs, gator helps her go through her night routine, gets her in bed all nice and cozy. he knows everything she needs or will need for the night and makes sure it’s there.
he definitely brings blossom into the room so he can keep an eye on her as well, he’s so worried about her getting a fever.
both the girls sleep through the night, gator isn’t so lucky but it’s fine because he’s holding honey, and blossom. he doesn’t care if he gets sick, he’s got his girls with him.
gator definitely doesn’t go to work the next day, he stays home and takes care of blossom and honey. which means he’s once again chasing honey around the house, trying to get her to sit down
Blossom accidentally smashing her head against Gator and busting his lip open
i’ve been laughing over this for a day like KDKSNSB POOR GATOR
as soon as blossom does it she’s giggling so hard, it’s HILARIOUS!! and gator has a bloody lip. actually the first thing honey sees is the blood on blossom, so she starts fussing over that until she sees gator’s face and realizes the blood on her head was from daddy.
so honey starts stressing out like how bad is it?? does he need stitches? are his teeth okay??
she starts cleaning it up, trying to put ice on it but her hands are shaking.
gator is looking up at her with big adoring eyes, god he loves her, and how much she worries, and cares.
“it’s not so bad when it’s cleaned up.” she mumbles, “i’ll get some frozen peas or something instead of ice cubes, less messy.”
she rushes into the kitchen like this is a life or death situation, leaving gator and the giggling baby.
“well you’re proud of yourself aren’t ya?” he says with a scoff, tickling under blossom’s chin.
she giggles, happily clapping, gator’s brow furrows as he watches her.
when honey comes back in the room she sees gator’s confused face.
rare occurrence where blossom goes to the first portion of honeys shift with her, and gator picks her up from his night shift. and it works out because he can catch up on sleep while blossom naps
omg anon how do you do know i’ve had this same thought?? i’ve definitely thought about sometimes honey bringing blossom with her to work, it’s not like anyone minds and it’s a perk of knowing like everyone in town because of your bf. not to mention blossom is such a chill baby it’s not like she’s screaming her head off in the library.
but that being said at my library, they are not all that quiet at the front desk lol (not that i care).
gator stops by and blossom is so exciteddd to see daddy! she’s giggling and sticking her fingers in his mouth and pulling on his face.
gator gives honey a kiss and she gives blossom a big squeeze before they’re heading back home.
he gets to put his bottle making skills to work when they’re home, blossom is sooo happy and content with her beloved dada.
nap time always includes sleeping in mommy and daddy’s room so she’s really getting the princess treatment today. when gator is home she gets to sleep in the big bed!
after gator gets into comfy clothes, him, blossom, and blankie all lay down.
gator definitely talks a lot to blossom, tells her about his shift, how much he missed her and mama, etc.
so when they’re laying down he’s still yapping, but he’s getting sleepy too so his voice is more like a low rumble. blossom is sleeping on his chest, with blankie against her cheek, daddy is rubbing her back, plus the vibrations from gator’s chest is knocking her out cold.
they both sleep so good, and there’s nothing gator loves more than watching blossom wake up with her crazy bed head, realize she’s still in daddy’s arms and giving him a big pacifier filled grin
sorry if someone has already asked this but what was blossoms first word? 🥹🥹
i think her first word would be mama probably, because 1. she’s a mama’s girl 2. between honey talking about herself in the third person constantly and gator calling her mama all the fucking time it’s obvious.
but the next word is dada and i have covered when she says that for the first time here.
she probably says mama when gator isn’t home, and honey gets her to say it again and films it for him. she texts the video to him and he watches it alone in his patrol truck and you bet he’s getting emotional, gotta wipe his eyes on his sleeves before he gets out of the car and do whatever the fuck he’s gonna do.
when he comes home that night he kisses honey and snatches up blossom giving her the biggest loudest kiss on her cheek, “so proud of ya baby, ya love mama don’t ya? me too. now it’s time to work on dada huh?”
"It's okay to need someone. I also need you" 🫣🫣 with Steve pls 🫣🫣 if you want 🫣🫣
oh my god dude i feel like ive been writing this for years, but its finally done! this was originally supposed to be smutty but it turned angst/comforty instead so i hope that’s okay. also this was supposed to be a blurb😭
tags/warnings: friends to lovers, former friends with benefits, idiots in love, anxiety attack about steve possibly being hurt or worse, a lot of tears, a bit of arguing, a lot of comfort
you and steve had been best friends for years, yes you had a crush on him, you could even say you were in love with him. you knew nothing was going to happen between the two of, there was no way he felt the same way about you. you were simply his best friend.
that is until the quarantine started, people got lonely, and bored. one thing lead to another and you and steve started sleeping together. both of you swore up and down it meant nothing, just sex. but it got to a point where you knew if it kept going you’d say something and fuck it all up.
so you broke things off telling him you didn’t want anyone to get hurt, you didn’t want it to hurt your friendship. steve wasn’t mad, he was kind, understanding and somehow that made it worse. you wished he was mad, wished he fought for you, or at least said something that would break your heart and free you from this curse.
you knew deep down you didn’t want that, because to lose steve would be like losing your very soul.
still you began to withdraw from pretty much everyone, yes you still showed up to meetings, involved in crawls, but you weren’t talking to steve as much. you were too scared of telling him the truth.
that all lead to tonight, it started off as a normal crawl except you weren’t in the van this time. you couldn’t stand to be alone with him, knowing he would want to talk about why you were withdrawing from everyone but especially him.
then it happened, connection was lost to the van, nobody had any idea what happened or how to fix it.
you were terrified, your heart fell to your stomach, all the blood rush down to your feet as soon as nancy lost the connection with steve. there was plenty of bustling around, trying to see if it was a connection issue that could be fixed on your end. you tried to help but you were glued to the floor, silent.
thank god everyone was too busy to notice your reaction. the connection to hopper died out soon after, everyone was concerned but selfishly your biggest worry was steve.
after about an hour, the longest of your life, lucas comes running into the room. "they're driving down, they're coming back!"
you were the first to go to the window, watching everyone come out of the van...but where the hell was steve? finally, you saw him get out dead fucking last. a sob welled up in your throat, everyone else was running outside to check on them. you couldn't, you couldn't face steve right now, you'd just cry, big ugly awful tears. so instead you hid, not thinking anyone would notice.
what you couldn't see was steve’s panicked look as he saw everyone else leave the squawk but you. he thought for sure, even after everything, you'd come out to see him. he didn't think you hated him that much. but now that you weren't here he assumed the worst.
“where the hell is she?" he urgently asked robin.
she looked around like she was genuinely stumped. "she was inside, i assumed she'd follow us-"
she was cut off by steve's yelling. he made sure everyone heard him so he could track you down. nobody knew where you were. "fucking useless…” he mumbled under his breath, pushing past the group to get into the building.
he yelled your name and didn't get a response, until he heard your shaky breaths and sniffles from inside the main booth.
the sounds from outside the booth were heavily muffled, you could hear someone yelling but couldn't make out what they were saying. between your sobs and the sound proofing, you had no idea anyone was looking for you until the door swung open.
steve swung it open so fast it made you jump, head snapping up as you gasped. his face was unreadable, he looked angry? he was tense, panicked, breathing heavy.
"what happened?? are you okay?"
you stood up and laughed bitterly in his face. "i'm fine steve, you can go check in with everyone else. i can handle myself."
you couldn’t even look at his face which you knew was hurt. you will yourself to look down at the floor. "thanks though, i’m sure you have bigger things to worry about." you say, biting the inside of your cheek.
you begin to walk out the door but you’re stopped by steve gently grabbing your wrist. "you don't know the first thing about what i have to worry about." he says sternly. you look up at him with wide eyes.
you scoff, rolling your eyes, “please...don't even bother."
you're still trying to leave but he won't let go of your wrist, his hold is firm, he doesn't want you to leave. "what the hell do you want?" you ask.
he looks at you with complete disbelief, "what?? i was looking for you, we came back and you weren't there. no one knew where the hell you were!"
"so you had to be the hero and look for me? you volunteered when everyone was scared?" shaking your head in disbelief.
steve laughs, but there's no humor in it. "i came to find you because i was worried about you!" he says, rolling his eyes at you. "god forbid i worry about the girl that's been my best friend for almost a decade!" he almost laughs again.
your blood is absolutely boiling. "you don't get to pull that card. you're the one who stopped talkina to vou when i needed you steve!" you yell, tears falling from your eyes.
"i never stopped talking to you, i kept trying to check on you. you pushed me away! and i don't even know why! then god forbid im fucking worried because you seemed to disappear off the face of the earth but instead you're hiding in here?? what, from me?? you have to hide from me now?" steve's voice cracks, he's hurt, he's been trying to get you talk to him for weeks.
once you said you should stop your little arrangement before someone got hurt, you built a wall around yourself, and he couldn't get in and he didn't even know why.
you're shaking, you're so upset, tears streaming down your face, "b-because i t-thought you were d-dead!!" you yelled, "when we lost you a-and i thought it was over...and i s-saw you and i thought you were gone!!" struggling to scream at him as you choke on your sobs, legs trembling as you move to fall down on your knees in a heap of tears
steve catches you because of course he does, he's steve, your steve. no matter what, he'll always catch you. he tangles his hand in your hair and you choke out sobs. "i don't w-wanna lose you..." you can feel his shaky breath as you grip onto his shirt.
finally he says softly, "it's okay to need someone... i know how it feels to need someone..." he almost whispers. you freeze because you know he couldn't possibly mean you, could he?
lifting your face from his shoulder, you actually look at him. his eyes are filled with tears, his lip is quivering, he can't possibly be this upset over you?
"you do?" you whisper, just looking at the state you're in makes his heart hurt.
he nods, cupping your cheek gently. "i need you.."
you crumble even further into tears, "n-no you don't..." you cry, shaking your head, burying your face back in his shirt.
he pulls you even closer to him, his nose nudging into your hair.
"yes.. yes i do... these weeks without you have been torture... god all i've wanted is you.. all i've needed is you..." he chokes out, holding your body against his.
you sob and grab onto the back of his shirt. "i c-can't lose you steve." you whisper, burying your head further into his chest.
he combs his fingers through your hair, kissing your temple, you feel his tears on your skin. "you won't lose me angel, ever, i promise." sniffling as he squeezes you in his arms. your fingers twist into his shirt, you're trying to calm down but everything is hitting you all at once. "i-i thought you were gone a-and i couldn't forgive myself if something happened and i wasn't there." you voice is wrecked, scratchy and squeaky.
steve gently coos in your ear, "shhh baby, it's okay, i'm okay. the fucking whatever the hell that thing is henderson set up fucked up, i promise that's it."
you bring your shaking hands up to his face, thumbs brushing the tears off his cheeks. "but if something happened...i was avoiding you steve....i-i was being awful just because i was s-scared.”
steve shakes his head, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "you can't wonder about the what ifs.. you'll drive yourself crazy.. all that matters is that i'm here now... im here.. with you... and i promise i’ll be more careful.." he says softly.
you stare up at him for a while, making sure that he's real. that you're not dreaming or hallucinating. "c-can you kiss me... i think it'd m-make it feel real..." you choke out. steve smiles and leans down, kissing you gently. he smells like he's been sweating all day, but he still smells like steve. the way his stubble pokes you makes you feel grounded.
when he starts to break the kiss you chase after him, pulling him back towards you. he smiles against your lips as you gently tug on his hair. this time he waits for you to break the kiss and when you do he leans his forehead against yours. "i've always needed you baby, and i always will...i promise."
thinking about gator & honeys anniversary with lil baby blossom and they go to an aquarium with their girl bc it feels weird to not include her in their celebration because that’s their girl 🥹 gator showing lil baby blossom the sharks and telling her dada will protect her if they get too close 🥹
stoppp oh my goddd, she’d definitely be with them for suree.
thinking about gator holding her out so she can see the fish and sea turtles in the huge tanks, like one of those ones that takes up a whole wall. she loves all the pretty fishies and she’s bouncing and kicking her legs, probably leaving little hand prints or piggy prints on the glass.
then a shark swims by and she’s kind of like “hey woah what…that’s a big fish…” her eyes get wide, a little confused, because those are not the pretty brightly colored fish she was watching a few moments ago.
gator is still yapping, not really paying too much attention but then they go into the part of the aquarium with the moving sidewalk and there’s like a tunnel of the fish tank?? i hope you guys get what im talking about because ive been to this one aquarium so many times and they have a moving sidewalk and it’s like you’re surrounded on all sides by the tanks it’s insane.
but sometimes the sharks get really close and you see all their teeth and stuff, and i think that would spook her out. especially if she’s really close to the glass.
so blossom definitely gets scared, like her whole body does that scared baby shake thing, she’s trying to turn around so she can hide in the crook of daddy’s neck.
little arms stretched out, bottom lip starting to quiver, and gator notices. he turns her around so she’s facing him, and her arms are so tight around his neck, squeezing him.
“hey hey, it’s okay little lady. daddy’s got ya okay? those sharks got nothin’ on daddy. they won’t eat ya…only daddy will try to bite these lil cheeks.” and he covers her cheek in kisses and nibbles until she’s giggling.
“there ya go, all better, no stupid sharks are gonna scare my babygirl.”
and you know damn well blossom is leaving with some giant stuffed animal, probably a penguin or seal.
So imagine sweet babygirl gets a little cold or something for the first time, nothing too worrying but she’s feeling off and Honey has to sadly go to work for a few hours so it’s Gators turn to make sure the baby is taken care of. He would absolutely HATE seeing her miserable and crying more and absolutely nothing that normally works does the trick and he’d almost start crying with her because he’s unable to help her 😭 but when Honey gets back home she finds them both tuckered out on the couch, Gator with his shirt off because the only thing that helped was skin to skin. And she’s so happy she’s got the perfect man making both her and her daughters life so much better and easier in every way 🥹❤️🩹
i’ve been thinking about this so much and then i start twirling my hair and kicking my feet eeeee!!
honey definitely felt so guilty that she had to go to work, even if she’s just working part time at the library and it’s not even that much. (side note i’ve kind of gone back and forth on her going back to work or not, i mean she does of course but like at what point/age for blossom does she, not sure) BUT these are scenarios and blurbs so, let’s just roll with it. she probably wasn’t even supposed to come in that day but someone else was sick so they needed her, and gator told her it’s totally fine it’s a couple of hours and he can stay home with the sick baby.
poor blossom feels awfullll and she’s eating pretty fine, but the bottle isn’t cutting it, she wants mama cuddles and boobs…now!!
gator can’t put her down because okay yes he can’t feed her, but daddy still gives pretty good cuddles, and he does make a damn good bottle (as we have covered).
and you’re right because poor gator is about to start crying because she’s crying, and yes blossom has had rough moments before (the great hunger of like maybe 2 months ago, there’s been a few times when sleep was rough but usually that could be solved by blossom sleeping with mommy and daddy), but she’s been a pretty easy baby.
and nothing is helping at alll, and she doesn’t have a fever he keeps checking like constantly. she is warm because she just keeps crying and crying and screaming but she doesn’t have a temperature.
i think skin to skin working would be found out on complete accident. like he gives her a bottle and he thinks she’s happy, maybe she’ll even finally fall asleep?? then he’s burping her and so far so good, until she spits up all over herself and him.
so silly gator takes her upstairs and takes her onesie off, puts her down and goes to change his shirt because he’s probably feeling cocky rn, and blossom starts screaming. so he’s shirtless and picks her up, as soon as her little body touches his, it’s instant almost. he swears the clouds opened and the lord’s angels started singing, she’s a little fussy, but she’s calming.
“well shit honeybee, this all ya needed?” he asks with a soft chuckle. the little baby giving him side eye that’s so, “yeah…duh??”
so he forgets the clothes and just takes her downstairs, if he can get her to sleep, and just relax he will be a lucky man.
now of course he grabs blankie, blossom gladly squeezes it real close to her as she snuggles against daddy. oh my god there’s even a soft tiny giggle…because his chest hair tickles her face. if gator wasn’t so exhausted he’d start crying.
since she’s cuddling blankie, he can’t really use it as a blanket so instead he grabs honey’s favorite soft blanket, draping it mostly over blossom. soon enough they’re both knocked tf out.
honey comes home to a house in complete disarray but her babies are sleeping soundly, that’s all that really matters to her.
Herm has had a bad day. A really, really bad day. And he doesn't want to kill Victor. But it can't hurt to let his frustrations out on the hairy menace, just a little bit. Even if Chad has to be the one to save hairy bitch.
(SFW, A lil making out)
For @simonsucker 🤲
Herm always had a bad day. It was just who he was. How it is. He would always screw something up or slip on his own water. He would always eat something that upset his stomach or miss the bus by a few minutes.
He was just unlucky.
And normally, he would take it in his stride. Brush it off or laugh through it. But not today. Today was too much, too many setbacks, too many clumsy moments.
And Chad saw it.
He saw the tension in Herm's shoulders. The twitching muscel under his goggles betwen calls. And now the clenching and unclenching of his palms as Victor leaned against the shower room's lockers and smiled.
"All I'm saying is I could optimise your pay check by 5% if you just lend me a tiny, tiny amount of money as a start up investment"
Herm rubbed a towel through his hair. Like that would help wick away the moisture of the shower before his own caught up. His bone ached, his head was pounding. And Victor just kept talking.
"I don't-I'm not interested"
"Aw, come on, Herm. It's an app! Everyone loves apps! It will make a killing!"
Victor was equally as wet. Shaking his fur and splattering everyone within three feet with the smell of wet dog only moments ago, shift over and say done. The whole team washing off the dirt and the grime.
He dug a finger into his ear, chirping as Herm sucked in a slow, deliberate breath, and reached for his street clothes.
"I'm not-can I get change-dressed now? The bus-"
Victor hand slammed the locker door shut, almost catching Herm fingers in the sharp metal edges as he leaned in closer. Tongue darting out to lick his snout.
"Don't worry about the bus. You'll have a private chauffeur soon! I just need $10,000-"
"Ten-ten thousand!? Victor, I-that's-no, no, I dont-I can't-"
And then Victor was in his space. Chirping and damp. Hands on Herm's shoulder and squeezing far too tightly. Herm could feel himself crumbling. Over stimulated and over irritated. Anger and frustration bubbling in his chest like bile. He tried to swallow it down. He really did try. Chad's eyes followed the way his adams apple bobbed and shook with the effort he was desperately trying to employ. Pulling on his jeans and buttoning up his shirt, watching as Victor just kept going.
"You can! It's an investment! Come on, don't be such a wet blanket"
Chad saw it before Victor did. The shift in Herm's muscels. The twitch in his jaw. The build-up to Herm's arm slamming against Victor's throat. Pushing him back against the metal of the lockers. Holding him in place as he gasped and grasped at Herm's forearm. Watching and waiting, letting Herm have his moment. Getting it out of his system. Locked and still and suddenly terrifying.
It wasn't until Herm's breath hitched, just slightly, his fingers curling into a fist by his side, that Chad stepped in. A warm hand landing on Herm's shoulder. Steaming away as he tugged once. Then twice.
"Ok, that's enough, wet fart boy. Bat brain gets the message-"
"Does he?'
Herm voice was low and cold. Victor nodded. Legs shaking and empty eyes wide. Chad heated his hand until Herm hissed and pulled back, letting the hybrid drop and scramble away. His towel slid off his hips and left him running bare assed to hide behind Mal's legs. Peaking out like a child as Herm took measured breaths. His jaw clicking as his teeth ground against each other.
Chad let him go. Opening his locker and shoving Herm's ridiculous duck print swim shorts and tank top into his arms.
"Get dressed, I'll drive you flat ass home"
The room was silent suddenly silent, the air heavy and thick. The hiss of the showers and the slamming of lockers filling the space as Herm felt the tell tale prickling at the corners of his eyes start to build. Shoving his clothes on and following Chad out the doors before it was too late.
It wasn't until he was leaning back against the leather passenger seat of Chadsbeat up car that he let a small hiccuping noise escape his throat. His hands shaking and shame overloading his senses.
"I'm sorry. I didn't-that was-he's my friend. I should apologise-"
Herm moved to unbuckle his seatbelt. Intending to rush back inside and find Victor. Tell him he didnt mean it and he was just tired. He didnt mean to hurt him. But Chad's hand covered his, squeezing and holding. Grounding him until he looked up at him with watery eyes.
"Nah, let him tremble for a bit. He was being a pushy bitch. Besides....it was kinda hot"
Herm blinked and Chad was suddenly so close. His hand lacing through Herm's fingers. His breath fanning in hot waves across his cool cheeks.
"W-what was?"
Chad smirked. Tilting his head. Hair lose and cascading down his shoulders.
"You, getting angry. All puffed up like a fucking blowfish. Was fucking hot. I didn't know you had it on you"
His fingers slid up Herms arm. Over his shoulder and across his neck. Laying softly around his throat as he tugged and locked.
"W-what are you-"
Chads lips were suddenly sliding against Herm's. Wet and plump and parted. Swallowing down watery gasps as he licked at his teeth. Steaming up the windows with droplets of condensation racing down the glass.
As quickly as he captured Herm lips, Chad pulled away. Pulling a pathetic whin from Hermthroat, over taking the shame and leaving nothing but a vibrating heat in its wake. Pupils blown and chest heaving.
"Don't do that shit again, wet fart boy. You're just starting to grow on me. Victor's bat brained business sense isn't worth lossing your fucking job over"
