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[peace-anon]

So, you were wanting requests... I don't have anything super specific, but I know there just isn't enough Elmer content. And I love me some Elmer. Maybe some good old canon era fluff? -⛅

Thanks for the request, @sunnie-anon and I’m sorry for taking soooo long to get to it! I hope you enjoy, finally!

Elmer? Did you mean the sweetest and silliest boy ever?

He’s pretty much always laughing or has a smile on his face, he’s just the happiest boy

He’s not really as much of a flirt as some of the other boys but if you catch his eye he will compliment you, no doubt about that

The first time you buy a pape from him he gets so blushy and stuttery because he thinks you’re just radiant

And of course you’re super taken with that because who wouldn’t be?

You always pay him more than you have to, every time, and after you’ve known him longer you start bringing him little treats too

The first time he asks you out he gets you flowers and everything

He’s so nervous he can’t make eye contact and his face is so red and he is barely stammering out his question

But you know what he’s asking so you take the flowers and kiss him on the cheek and tell him yes

And this boy just b e a m s

He absolutely loves to show you off and brag to the other boys about how amazing you are

When you’re with him he’s always holding your hand, or if you’re in the lodge he’s probably got you sitting on his lap with his arms around your waist

He’s always looking at you with the most adoring expression on his face

And I mean a l w a y s

The first time he says “I love you” is a complete accident, it just slipped out while you guys were joking around and having fun

Just laughing and looking at you and “Gosh, I love you”

And you immediately blush and look down and just “Do you really mean that?”

And he starts blushing too and looks down and squeezes your hand a little and just “Yeah, I do”

So of course you say it back and he just grins and kisses you

When Elmer kisses he likes to have one hand up on your cheek and the other arm wrapped tight around your waist so he can hold you to him

When he pulls away from a kiss he’ll just stay holding you exactly like that so he can look at you and smile

Brush his thumb across your cheek just cause

He’s told you multiple times before that it still gives him butterflies whenever you look at him, let alone kiss him or tell him you love him

He always loves to give you gifts but no matter how long you’ve been together he still gets shy when he gives you something, he’s always so nervous you won’t like it

Spoiler alert: you love it every time

And not just because it’s from him, no, he just knows you so well that all of his gifts are completely spot on

He may be a newsie but your family just loves him because he is so kind and sweet and chivalrous and every other positive thing you could think to say

If your relationship starts getting super serious, though, he will 100% go and look for another job so he can provide for you if the situation ever arises

And I don’t wanna get too into this here but Elmer with kids? A+++

He’s just so positive and happy almost all the time and he gets along so well with everyone

Like if someone says they don’t like him, they’re lying

In conclusion

Elmer is the softest and sweetest boy to ever exist

The end

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Sickness & Snuggles // Connor Murphy

It has been almost exactly a year since the first time I posted on this account! Sorry for getting so inactive, but I’m excited to (hopefully) be back and post some more! Enjoy this first request of phase 2 of this blog!

Word Count: 1,034

“Connor, no! Don’t you dare come over here!” you told your boyfriend over facetime, your voice short and nasally.

“Babe, you need someone to take care of you,” he said, already standing and beginning to throw stuff into an overnight bag.

“I’ll get you sick!” you exclaimed to Connor before falling into another coughing fit. You hunched over yourself and your shoulders shook with the force, your throat feeling more and more sore with each cough.

Connor looked right into the camera when you were finished, almost as if he were staring you in the eye. “I don’t care,” he told you, and then the screen went black as he ended the facetime call and shut his laptop.

You sighed and tipped your head back while rolling your eyes, immediately regretting it when the motions sent you into another coughing fit. You reached blindly for your glass of water and all you felt was your knuckles knock against something, then you heard the thump of something hitting the floor.

When you finally finished coughing, you opened your eyes to see your glass of water spilled on the floor and soaking into the carpet. Despite yourself, tears sprang in your eyes and you tried your best to sniffle around your stuffed nose.

And of course, with your luck, Connor picked the exact moment you started crying to burst through your front door.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he came around the couch to face you.”

“I-I do need your help, Connor, an’ I’m sorry I said I didn’t!”

“Sweetheart,” Connor said softly as you felt him sit next to you. One of his hands reached up to brush your tears off your cheeks and lingered there even after he had finished. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m here to help you and everything will be okay and that’s what matters, isn’t it?”

You coughed softly once then cracked open your reddened eyes to look at Connor, your face still sporting a frown. “I guess so. Thank you for coming.”

Connor smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he stood. “I have some decongestants for you, a heating pack just because they’re nice, and some chicken soup,” he listed, pulling the items from a bag set next to the couch. “I’ll get you a new glass of water so you can take some of these pills, then I’m gonna warm up the heating pad and make you the soup. Sound good?”

You nodded gratefully up at Connor, relaxing back into the couch and turning on the TV. As you were flicking through channels, Connor came back with a new glass of water and a towel, which he placed over the old spill and stepped on to get it to soak up some water.

You opened the box of decongestant pills as Connor left the room, and then you heard the microwave start. You popped one of the pills into your mouth and chased it with a big drink of water, hoping that it would work quickly.

You sort of zoned out for a bit, until you saw Connor re-entering the room and carefully carrying a bowl and a towel. He set the bowl down on the table and spread the towel on your lap, then grabbed the bowl to give to you.

“Careful, it’s hot,” he warned you, and you shivered slightly as your hands touched the heated ceramic of the bowl. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna warm up that heating pad.”

You gave Connor a soft smile in return, and his face quickly relaxed. He was up and out of the room in a second, and then you heard the microwave start again.

You ate the soup ravenously, unaware of how hungry you had actually been. You finished quickly, and your nose had even cleared up enough by the end that you could smell the soup left in the bowl.

Finally, Connor returned, and you traded him the empty bowl for a heating pad with a grateful smile. In the kitchen, you could hear him run the sink, and then the clatter of the bowl being set down, and then he was joining you again.

“I’m feeling better already,” you said as Connor sat next to you and threw his arm around your shoulders. You hugged the heating pad to your chest and leaned into him, resting your head on him.

“Yeah? I’m glad,” Connor replied, gently rubbing up and down your arm with his hand.

“Thank you for coming to take care of me,” you said, your voice suddenly softer. You looked down at your hands  and for whatever reason, you could feel a blush rise on your cheeks.

“You don’t have to thank me, I told you that,” Connor responded immediately, subconsciously tugging you slightly closer to him.

You stifled a yawn, snuggling into him farther. “But I wanna.”

Connor smiled at your lazy and slurred voice, realizing how tired you were, and finding it quite adorable. “Wanna go sleep in an actual bed?” he asked, looking down at you.

Your eyes fell shut despite how hard you tried to keep them open, and you shook your head. “Mm-mmh. Layin’ down isn’t good with a stuffy nose.”

Connor nodded and relaxed a bit more into the couch, shifting just enough that his chest was a comfortable place for you to rest your head, laying far enough down that you could sleep but not so far that it would be uncomfortable because of your sickness.

You gratefully snuggled into Connor, humming a tiny noise of approval as he hugged you close to him.

“Thank you,” you mumbled again, already half asleep.

“Time to sleep now, babe,” Connor said, kissing your forehead. “I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You were out before Connor even finished his sentence, and he pressed another small kiss to the top of your head before closing his own eyes as well.

The two of you slept like that for God knows how long, pressed into each other and probably not the most comfortable how you were on the couch, but neither of you could really find it in yourselves to care.

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Rainy Days

Word Count: 1,028

I was in the mood to do some writing, and @wine-anon suggested this! Very much love to you, my dear.

Warnings: None

~~~

You awoke to the sound of rain pattering against the window. You opened your eyes, turning to face the window, seeing only grey sky outside.

Inside, though, you were warm and comfortable. You turned away from the window, coming face to face with your husband Davey.

“Hello, love,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes slowly opening.

You smiled, pressing your forehead to his as he gave you a quick kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. “How did you sleep, my dear?”

“As always, better with you here, Davey.”

He smiled, tightening his grip around you and pulling you closer into his chest. “The weather sure doesn’t sound too pleasant.”

You glanced back at the window again, hearing the slightest rumble of thunder as rain streaked across the glass. “Doesn’t look like it either. Looks cold and uninviting.”

“We could just...lay here forever?” Davey suggested.

You turned back to him, curling into his chest and pulling the blanket up over your shoulder. “Mmh, that certainly sounds nice…”

“I suppose we will have to get up eventually, though…” Davey mumbled, ever the voice of reason.

“Yes, but we don’t have anything at all that needs to get done today,” you pointed out, closing your eyes as you rested your head against his chest.

“You’re absolutely right, darling,” Davey said, laying his head on yours. “Once we do get up we can just make some breakfast, then move to the couch and continue to cuddle.”

“Can we still wait a little bit to get up, though?” You questioned through a yawn. “‘M still kinda tired…”

“Go back to sleep if you need it, love,” Davey told you, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “I promise I won’t move until we’re both ready to move. After all, cuddling you is very warm and comfortable.”

You hummed contently, shrinking into Davey as you drifted back into sleep. Above you, Davey smiled down at you and closed his own eyes as well.

A few hours later, both of you awoke once again. The environment under the blanket was warm and cozy, and Davey’s large hand on your hip provided a sense of comfort.

“Are we ready to get up yet?” Davey asked.

Before you could answer, your stomach growled for food. Davey laughed slightly, placing his hand over it. “I guess that’s a yes.”

He placed a kiss to your forehead and climbed out of bed first, grabbing himself a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants to keep warm before tossing you some as well. You smiled as you pulled Davey’s sweatshirt over your head, the large size dwarfing you.

Davey grinned as you pulled yourself out of bed, putting on sweatpants and fuzzy socks. He grabbed your hand as you left the room, walking down the stairs together. Davey headed into the kitchen as you slipped onto one of the barstools at the island counter in the middle.

“What do you want to eat, love?” he asked you, opening the fridge to scan the contents.

“Hmm...can we make pancakes?”

Davey laughed at your excitement, turning to grab the pancake mix from the pantry. “Of course we can, my dear. Do you wanna help?”

You nodded, stepping off the barstool to grab the rest of the necessary ingredients. The cold from the tile floor seeped through your socks, making you shiver. You moved to stand as close to Davey as you could as he grabbed a bowl.

He moved next to the stove and began to work. You stood at his side, both arms wrapped around his waist as he poured and mixed ingredients.

“You know, love, you’re not being very helpful to the whole pancake process,” he commented, smiling at you.

“Shut up,” you responded, pouting as you pressed your face to the side of his chest.

He laughed, running his free hand up and down your arm a few times before using it to grab the bowl, starting to pour the pancake batter onto the pan.

You watched as he worked, and soon the smell of pancakes filled the house. You finally released Davey’s waist so you could grab plates, silverware, and syrup from various places around the kitchen. As an afterthought, you moved to the coffee machine, making a pot and pouring some into mugs, fixing it exactly how you knew you and Davey liked it.

You both turned at the same time, Davey holding two plates of pancakes and you holding two mugs of coffee, and smiled at each other as you headed to the living room. You set the coffee down on the coffee table before running to grab a big fluffy blanket.

When you returned, Davey had clicked on the TV to a random channel and was already cutting one plate of pancakes into pieces. He set the plate down as you returned, helping you to wrap the blanket around both of your shoulders.

As you snuggled into his side, he picked up the plate of already cut pancakes, handing it to you. “Decided to make it easier for you, love.”

You grinned up at him, taking the plate and then putting a bite of pancake into your mouth.

“Davey, these are really good…” you looked up at him adoringly, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your nose.

“Only the best for my girl,” he responded, picking up his own plate.

You settled into Davey’s side, turning your eyes towards the TV but not really paying attention. You and Davey ate your pancakes it silence, but it was a comfortable silence. It was always a comfortable silence with him.

When you finished your food, you leaned forward to place the empty plate on the coffee table. You quickly found your way back into Davey’s side, his arm wrapped protectively around you as you leaned against him.

“I think we can stay here forever…” you mused, putting one arm slightly around his middle.

“I think so too, my dear,” Davey responded, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm.

You sighed and smiled contently, more than happy to spend the day in the arms of the love of your life.

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Cute fluff with #47 with spot??

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

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“Sean Conlon, where the hell have you been!”

You were stood in your apartment, arms crossed, watching Spot try to quietly sneak in the door.

“It is almost one in the morning, you told me you’d be back by 11!”

“Sorry?” Spot offered, trying to look at least a little bit apologetic.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it! I was worried sick, Spot! You didn’t call, you didn’t text, nothing!”

“Baby, listen, I was just out with Jack and Race–”

“You think that makes it any better!? I didn’t know where any of you were, Spot, you could have been hurt, or killed, or…or…”

You cut yourself off, unable to continue. Tears brimmed in your eyes, but they were angry tears, angry at Spot for not coming home and angry at yourself for being so emotional about this.

You put your head in your hands and let out a huffy sigh as you felt Spot place a hand on your shoulder.

You tried to pull away, pouting. “I’m still mad at you.”

Spot pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead. “You’re cute when you’re angry, you know,” he told you.

You sniffled, still not hugging him back. “And you’re an asshole.”

Spot laughed and kissed your forehead once more. “But I’m your asshole. It’s late. How about we go to bed and get some sleep, then you can rip into me in the morning with all the energy you’ve got.”

That drew a laugh from you and you pulled away from Spot, starting to walk away. “I’ll be in bed.”

“I love you!” Spot called after you as you headed down the hallway.

“I know!”

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Spin the Bottle // Albert DaSilva

First of all, thank you so much for 300 followers! Consider this a thank you :). This was requested by the lovely @unicorn-anon and the plot was derived from a kiss prompt for Albert she did a while back! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 1,295

Tags: @crystalball-anon @rainbow-anon @the-trashy-tornado @rebecko @sickeningly-sweet-honey

It was juvenile, is what it was. You were literally juniors in college, and you were at a party at your friend’s apartment where some of the boys had decided to play spin the bottle.

Katherine had decided to throw a small party at her apartment to celebrate her promotion at her internship with the paper. She had invited your entire group of friends–Jack, Crutchie, Davey, Race, Albert, Jojo, even Spot–and then some. All in all, there were about 25 people in the apartment, all between the ages of 20 and 22.

And someone had suggested spin the bottle.

“You guys do realize we’re not juniors in high school anymore, right?” You asked as the boys made fun of Spot and Race for a pretty heavy kiss.

“What, are you afraid, (Y/N)?” Race taunted, pulling away from Spot.

“Yeah, right,” you snorted, huffing out a laugh. “I just think it’s stupid. Everyone can see the tension between everyone else, why do you need some dumb game to kiss them?”

“Funny you’d be saying that, (Y/N),” Katherine said, coming up beside you. “Considering you won’t–”

Katherine’s sentence was cut off as you sent her a steely glare. All of the boys noticed the interaction and looked at the two of you, slightly confused, but thankfully didn’t say anything.

“If it’s so stupid, how about you give it a try?” Race challenged.

“Fine,” you said, staring him down. You crouched down between Jack and Jojo and gavet the bottle a rough spin, watching it circle around the room. When it finally stopped, you looked up at the person it was pointing to.

Albert.

Your heart started to race. This was who Katherine was going to mention. You had been crushing on Albert since freshman year, and she knew it.

This was going to be rough.

Albert hopped up from his spot in the circle and moved towards you, pulling you flush against him. He looked down at you and said “Are you sure?”

It was now or never. If you didn’t do this then, you would probably never get another chance to kiss Albert. Even if it was for a stupid game, you decided to take it.

You nodded, and Albert leaned down to capture his lips with your own.

It was like heaven. His lips were soft and warm and you were losing yourself in them. Suddenly you feel his teeth nip your bottom lip, and you gasped. He took advantage of the gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth.

This was when people started complaining. Race threw an empty soda can at Albert’s back, yelling “Come on, get a room!”

Albert pulled away, turning to look between Race and Spot. “Like you should be talking.”

Race shut up as Albert sat back down, then turned to look at you, still standing, shocked, just outside of the circle.

“Everything okay, (Y/N)?” Race asked, shooting you a smirk.

“Just fine, Race,” you said, throwing him a fake smile. “I told you it was just a stupid game.”

You saw an unreadable expression flash onto Albert’s face as you turned and walked away, your heart still pounding. You knew that if you stayed there any longer you wouldn’t be able to hold it together, so as soon as you were out of sight of the living room you practically sprinted down the hall.

You threw yourself into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. You slid down the wall, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your racing heart.

You had done it. You had just kissed your crush of three years. And it was…great.

But he didn’t think so. He couldn’t. He was just playing the stupid game. They all were.

What felt like hours later, but in reality was only about 15 minutes, you heard a knock on the door. You took a shaky breath, feeling your heart rate pick back up just the littlest bit.

“What?” You asked. Straight and to the point. Hoping the person outside the door couldn’t hear the shake in your voice.

“(Y/N)?” Came Albert’s voice. “You in there?”

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes. This was one of the last people you wanted to see right now.

When he didn’t hear a reply, he knocked lightly on the door again. “Come on, (Y/N), I know you’re in there. Is everything alright?”

“Fine,” you replied shortly.

You heard Albert sigh and jiggle the doorknob. “Come on, just let me in.”

“No,” you responded.

“Come on, (Y/N), we really need to talk.”

With that, you stood up and threw the door open, ready to give him an earful, but when you saw him standing there, hair tousled and worry in his eyes, you broke.

He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you and leaning back against it, keeping his distance.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked softly.

“I told you, I’m fine,” you snapped, turning away and closing your eyes.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done that,” Albert said, flopping his head back against the door. “You were right, it was stupid. And I’m sorry.”

You stayed turned around, not able to look at him without betraying your emotions.

“I knew someone like you would never like someone like me,” he said quietly, mostly to himself.

Your eyes snapped open and you spun around. “You–you like me?”

“Yes!” he cried. “I’ve been all but in love with you since freshman year! But you just don’t seem to pick up on the hints!”

“So the kiss…”

“That was real,” he said, stepping towards you. “All real. I know I probably took it a little too far, but I’ve been waiting to kiss you for years. Listen, (Y/N), I’m sorry, I know you probably hate me but please just–”

Albert’s words were cut off as you grabbed his cheeks and pulled his lips to yours in another feverish kiss. His eyes fell closed and his hands hovered over your waist, wary of touching you.

You pulled away, looking him in the eyes, and said one simple thing. “I thought I was the only one falling.”

With that, Albert pulled you tight to him once again and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was heated, and rough, and wonderful.

After a while, the two of you calmed down. The kisses became more and more soft and full of love. Finally, Albert pulled his mouth away from yours and rested your foreheads together, eyes still closed.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry it was under the pretense of a stupid game. I’m sorry.”

You pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “It’s alright,” you told him. “I just–I’m glad something finally happened. My whining was getting absurd.” Here, you chuckled, pulling back farther to look him in the eyes. “I’m pretty sure Katherine would have killed me if I went one more day pining over you and not doing anything about it.”

Albert’s face broke out into a grin, and it was beautiful. “You’re adorable, you know that?” he asked.

You blushed, looking down at your feet. “You are too,” you responded, still slightly shy, even after making out for a solid five minutes.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” Albert asked, suddenly sounding nervous. “Do you, uh, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

You smiled and kissed him once more, keeping yourself as close to him as possible.

His arms tightened around your waist at your response, and all the two of you could do was stand there in Katherine’s bathroom, smiling at each other.

“Of course.”

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Since you're doing headcanons, any and all for the characters of Tuck everlasting? Thanks! ^^

Jesse loves Disney movies. So much.

Miles can travel pretty much anywhere he wants, but his favorite place to be is a little cottage in the forest that he built for himself. That’s where he can escape stress and responsibilities and he loves it.

Sometimes when Angus is out fishing he remembers Winnie and just cries to himself because he felt connected to her in a way he hadn’t felt connected to someone in a long time. She reminded him what it was like to be a father.

Miles will write letters to Thomas when he’s missing him a little more or when something important happens in his life. He keeps them all in a box in his closet.

Hugo definitely became the best police chief Tree Gap, New Hampshire had ever seen.

Winnie names her first child Jesse, after the boy who showed her what it was like to be truly alive.

Sometimes when Winnie got sad, she would go climb that old ash tree and just reminisce.

Mae will occasionally go put on that dress and dance around the attic, forgetting all her worries. The first time Angus found her he didn’t say anything and just watched her adoringly.

Angus and Mae get so much closer after the situation with Winnie. Angus even surprises Mae with a trip to Paris because he knew she had always wanted to visit.

Jesse and Miles eventually stop arguing so much. They start to understand each other more and they always have each others backs, like brothers should.

After Winnie dies, Jesse goes and lays flowers on her grave every year on the anniversary of the carnival they went to. The flowers are always bright and vibrant and stay alive for a concerningly long amount of time.

In the future, Winnie’s grave becomes somewhat of a local legend because of this. Some people say its fairies, others say its Winnie’s ghost herself, some even believe the flowers just appear on their own. No one has ever seen anyone put them there, just one day they’re not there and the next they are.

They say that if you sit in silence at her grave for long enough, you can hear a haunting music box melody floating through the trees…

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Days Went By//Jesse Tuck

Word Count: 980

Warnings: None

Tag list: @crystalball-anon @rainbow-anon @tornado-anon @rebecko @sickeningly-sweet-honey (it won’t let me tag you!) @bomb-anon @unicorn-anon

It was a warm June day when you first met Jesse Tuck. You were walking through the park, not really paying attention to where you were going. The sun was warm on your face and you tilted your head upwards, drinking in the light. As you continued walking, you felt someone bump into your shoulder, snapping you out of your reverie.

You turned to apologize and were met with just about the cutest person you had ever seen. You were shocked into silence by his stunning brown eyes and blond hair, and it barely registered in your mind that he had spoken to you.

“Sorry, miss,” he said, nodding his head politely before continuing on his way.

After that day, you seemed to spot the handsome stranger all over town. Granted, your hometown wasn’t that large, but you were seeing him everywhere.

Your next encounter was the coffee shop you worked at, where you learned that his name was Jesse. After the coffee shop was the grocery store, then the library, then the farmer’s market downtown, and even a few times at the park where you first bumped into each other.

Finally, after your eighth chance encounter, you decided to talk to him. The next time you saw him after that was when he showed up at the coffee shop right as your shift was ending. As he walked out, you jogged to catch up with him.

“Hi,” you said, coming up next to him. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Jesse,” he said, not seeming at all concerned that you had followed him.

“We keep bumping into each other and I figured that it was a sign we should meet or something,” you explained.

“Well if the world is giving me a sign to talk to a cute girl, I should probably listen to it.”

You were stunned by his smooth delivery of the line. You stopped and turned to look at him, noticing a slight smile gracing his face.

“I have no way to reply to that except by saying I came to talk to you because I thought you were cute. Would you like to grab a coffee sometime? Preferably not at the place I work, my coworkers could get annoying.”

Jesse laughed, and the sound of his laugh made you smile. “Of course I would. Now how old are you, (Y/N)?

“Seventeen. Well, eighteen in a few weeks. What about you?”

“Same age as you,” Jesse said, and left it at that.

~~~

A few days after that, you met Jesse for coffee and you two hit it off immediately. He was attractive, funny, and nice, and you felt yourself drawn to him like you had never felt drawn to anyone before.

That was a year ago. Now, you and Jesse were in a happy relationship.

Before you made it official, he had told you about the spring. Told you about his weird case of immortality and how long he had been keeping it a secret. You were shocked, of course, but for some reason you believed him. He held too much knowledge within him to only be eighteen years old.

Even though it hadn’t been long, you knew you wanted to be with Jesse forever. He made you happier than you had ever been and you never seemed to get bored when he was around.

In short, you wanted to drink from the spring and join him in immortality.

You knew Jesse’s family disapproved, Miles most of all. His mom and dad had warmed up to the idea of Jesse marrying someone and having them drink because they didn’t want him to be alone forever. Miles still thought it was stupid.

You didn’t care.

~~~

One day, you and Jesse decided to take a walk. You strolled through the park where you first bumped into each other, hand in hand and contentedly silent.

“Jesse?” You broke the quiet, nervous.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” He asked, turning to you.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the words that were about to come out of your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and spoke.

“I want to drink from the spring.”

Jesse was silent. You cracked open one eye to see him looking at you in wonder.

“Are--are you sure? (Y/N), you’d be throwing away your entire life, you couldn’t--”

“Jesse, whatever you are about to say, I don’t care. You are my life, and I want to travel the world with you. I’ve thought long and hard about this and yes, I want to drink from the spring.”

Jesse let out a breath, blinking tears from his eyes. “If that’s really what you want to do…”

You grabbed his face in both hands, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “It is.”

Jesse pulled you into a kiss, pressing you tightly to him.

“I can’t believe this,” he said. “I won’t be alone anymore.”

~~~

Two months after that conversation, you were standing in front of a gnarled old ash tree, Jesse at your side. Angus and Mae were behind you, nervous, and Miles was nowhere to be seen.

“For the last time, (Y/N), once you do this, you can’t back out,” Jesse said quietly. “Once you drink, you’re in it for the long run. You can’t get out of it.”

“I wouldn’t want to,” you whispered back.

With that, Jesse knelt down and scooped some water from the spring by the tree into a clear glass. He stood up and held it out to you. Mae grabbed Angus’s hand as you took the cup from Jesse, tears filling her eyes.

You lifted the cup to your lips.

“Welcome to the family, dear,” Mae whispered, her voice shaky.

You pressed the glass to your mouth, hyper-aware of everyone’s eyes on you. You hesitated, making eye contact with Jesse. His eyes were pleading and scared.

You took a sip.

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Bad Day // Racetrack Higgins

Warnings: mentions of abuse, maybe some swearing

Word Count: 1,417

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You were worried.

Race wasn’t home when you got home like he was supposed to be, and it had been hours since then. You had no idea how long Race had been gone, no idea where he was…

You were sitting on the couch, your leg bouncing, flipping through the channels but not really paying attention to what was on any of them.

Then you heard the door open.

You stood up and turned around all in one swift motion to see Race walk in, looking tired and haggard. There was a faint bruise and a few scratches on his left arm, peeking out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. Your eyes traveled up to his face, where you saw the dried tear tracks on his cheeks.

You rushed forward, pulling Race into a hug. He slumped against you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I-I went to visit Mom,” he said, his voice trembling.

You let out a hard breath and pulled Race tighter to you. He let out a dry sob against your shoulder.

“L-let’s sit down,” you said, trying to keep the shake out of your voice.

You led Race to the couch and sat down with him curled against your side. You were in a state of shock. You knew Race had a good relationship with his mother, you knew he visited her on a regular basis. You knew she helped send him to school. You knew.

You also knew that Race didn’t have the best relationship with his father. You knew that his dad was an asshole and didn’t want Race pursuing theater and dancing in college. You knew that his dad was verbally abusive and had even raised a hand to Race a few times.

Race took a deep breath and began to speak. “I was visiting Mom. It had been a while and D--he was on a business trip. He was supposed to be home tomorrow. I-I was about to leave when he showed up,” Race’s voice became strained. “He...he grabbed me...hard. I pulled myself away and that...that’s where this happened.” Here, he lifted his arm slightly, referring to the bruise and scratches.

“Race, you don’t have to continue,” you told him. “Just...I know enough of what happened. Don’t put yourself through telling me this.”

Race continued anyway, almost like he didn’t hear you. “He started yelling again. C-called me a f--a really rude name. I tried to be civil, but he just wouldn’t stop. Mom tried to calm him down but he was still so mad. He was still bitter that I had left and never come back. He called me a disappointment to the family.”

You hugged Race tighter to you, staring off into space.

“Lydia heard him,” Race choked out. “She-she couldn’t even look at me.”

You heard the pain in Race’s voice. Lydia was his favorite sister. She looked up to him for years and was heartbroken when he left. You knew how much it would crush Race if Lydia thought any less of him because she believed the terrible lies of their father.

“She was just afraid, Race,” you said softly. “She still loves you. A couple words can’t change that. I promise.”

“But me never seeing her again could,” Race responded shortly. “I--there’s no way I can go back, (Y/N). He was so mad. He insulted me, he insulted my choices, he even said a few things about you. That’s...that’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. That’s when I left. I didn’t even say goodbye to Mom or Lydia.”

“I’m sorry your dad is so terrible,” you told him. “But I’m glad you got out. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you’re mine. And as for not saying goodbye, we can always call them later. Or meet somewhere that’s not your house. It’ll be fine.”

Race sighed. “Thanks (Y/N).”

You two sat in silence for a while, Race still resting on your shoulder. Unbeknownst to him, you were plotting ways you could make him feel better. Because if there was one thing you hated more than anything else, it was seeing Race sad.

Finally, you broke the silence. “Race, let’s go take a bath,” you said. He looked up at you, confused. “You love baths. We can sit and cuddle and it’ll be warm and we can even put bubbles in.”

Race shrugged. “Okay,” he said. “I go get the bath ready, you get us some music?”

You nodded and both of you stood up off the couch, Race heading to the bathroom and you heading to the bedroom. While you were separated from Race, you sent for take-out from your favorite place down the street and queued up your guys’ favorite Disney movies on Netflix. Ten minutes later, you were sitting in a bathtub full of warm water and bubbles with your back against Race’s chest listening to a playlist you two had made together.

“I love you a lot, you know,” you told him.

“I know,” he responded, nuzzling into your hair.

“Wow, cocky much?” You joked, feeling Race laugh behind you.

“You signed up for this when you accepted my date, darling, no fair teasing me about it now,” Race responded, lightly pinching your stomach.

You squirmed in his grip, water sloshing over the side of the tub. “Not cool, Race! If you pinch me again I won’t cuddle with you anymore!”

Just to test his luck, Race pinched you once more, then tightened his arms around you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder as you tried to wrestle yourself out of his arms. By the time you were done messing around, most of the water from the tub had sloshed out onto the floor and what was left in the tub was cold. Both you and Race got out and rinsed the bubbles off yourselves when you heard the doorbell ring.

“You drain the tub, I’ll catch the door?” You ask, tying a robe around your waist.

“Deal,” Race said, dropping a couple of towels onto the puddles of water on the floor.

You headed out to the main part of your apartment and opened the door, paying the delivery man and taking your bags of food from him.

A few minutes later, Race stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a large sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, his hair wet and tousled. “Do I smell french fries?” He asked, coming towards you to hand you another one of his sweatshirts.

“I got your favorite.” You smiled at him, looking away from your spread of food on the living room coffee table to grab the sweatshirt and put it on.

“You know me so well,” he said, flopping down onto the couch and grabbing a plate, starting to fill it with food.

“And,” you said, sitting next to him, “I have Disney movies ready. Mulan, then Moana, then Tangled, then The Princess and the Frog. All of our favorites to sing along to.”

For the next few hours, you and Race sat together on the couch, eating and obnoxiously singing and dancing along with the movies. Based on Race’s wide smile and the sparkle back in his eyes, he had all but forgotten about the fight he had with his father.

When the movies were finally over and you and Race had cleaned up the living room, you both decided it was time for bed. You pulled the covers over yourselves, Race pulling you to his chest from behind.

You listened to his even breathing, trying to match it to your own, when Race spoke.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your neck.

“For what?” You asked.

“I know you did all of my favorite things to help me forget about the rest of my day. And it worked. Thank you.”

“I couldn’t have my favorite boy being upset, now could I?” You asked him, turning your head to meet your lips with his.

“It’s hard to be upset when I’m around you,” he responded, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

With that, you both fell silent again and closed your eyes. You pressed yourself back harder into Race, and he tightened his grip on you ever-so-slightly. You were so glad Race was yours, so glad he was always there to comfort you. You were so in love with this boy, and so happy that you could see him happy every day of your life. You wouldn’t want it any other way.