by the water

hayley, 23, they/them.

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heroexxs‌:

when she pulled back and moved away from him, he could’t help but to wonder why. she was leaning into him moment ago, and now if felt like there was a wall between the two of them. she was looking at him like she didn’t even know him, like she was… disappointed. he thought that things would be like old times, that she would hold him close and they could enjoy this moment together. now even though they were a couple inches away, it felt like they were miles apart. he pulled back his arm and rested an arm behind his head instead. he tried to study her face once again and she just looked numb to the whole situation. it was like she didn’t mind this space between the two of them. all he wanted was for things to e back to normal, but maybe she didn’t want things to be back to normal. maybe she really wanted him to move on, and maybe she did as well. as much as he didn’t want to, maybe he should have. his heart was here, but his heart wasn’t wanted anymore. she was pushing his heart away and he didn’t know what to do anymore. 

she was explaining her condition and he was so thankful that all of this was just temporary. he could remember when she couldn’t speak correctly and he sat right there in that chair next to her. when he wasn’t working, he was there. hell he even slept over here when his mother was worried about him staying there so long. “i could still read them to you until you get back to normal, no worries.” he said with a little shrug of his shoulders. maybe she didn’t want him there, he’d understand if she didn’t. he didn’t have much time on his hands anyway. they had him running all over the hospital helping everyone out, thankfully now he was getting paid for it. her eyes turned away from him, and he slowly got out of her bed since he assumed that she didn’t want him there. her whole mood changed and it was like she was giving him the cold shoulder. again, he a bit awkward about all of this. no one was smiling, no one was laughing, which was strange for the two of them but this was now supposed to be their new normal. 

as he finally got out of her bed, he ran a hand through his hair and went to slip his shoes back on so he could head out. there wasn’t much else to say here, especially since she didn’t seem to want him around. “i… uh i’m just gonna head out. you wanna be alone, i get it. i gotta get back to work anyway.” he said with a little shrug of his shoulders before giving her a little wave. “i’ll see you around, and if you still want me to read you that book, just give me a call.” 

as much as she’d tried to repress her memories of the hospital and how miserable it always made her, the emotions were brought to the forefront of her mind immediately and she realized it was impossible for her to try and forget this  ━ especially because she no longer had jon at her side, which made everything exponentially wrong. her old nurse, betty, quickly took back over her care once it became apparent that she wouldn’t be leaving any time soon, and mari was thankful to at least have one familiar face. it helped that betty knew everything about her and jon, and how it had all unfolded, so she answered all of the subtle questions mari asked about him without so much as a second thought. she managed to gather that jon wasn’t seeing anyone new, and that he was doing well in his new position at the hospital  ━ two things that made her happy, though one was more surprising than the other. it had been no wonder that jon was excelling in the hospital, especially without her there to consume his time, but she had trouble believing that there was nobody new in his life. 

betty offered, a few times, to ask jon to take over a vitals check for her if mari wanted him around but didn’t know how to ask. it was kind, and she did want him around, but she didn’t know if she could do that to him again. he seemed to be doing okay without her, and she didn’t want to put him in that position, especially because he was too gentle and too sweet to do anything but be kind to her. then she’d just be setting herself back by remembering all the reasons she never fell out of love with him in the first place, and would be making him uncomfortable. 

every day was harder than the last, though. her ability to read wasn’t returning, no matter how hard she poured over the book that jon had brought her, and she missed him. she missed him so much she couldn’t help but let herself wallow in it when she thought she was alone. except, this time, she apparently wasn’t. the sound of someone clearing their throat shook her from her thoughts and from the tears that were dripping from her cheek onto the pages of the book in her lap. her head shot up, and she tried to subtly wipe at her face when she saw it was JON. she didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. she just listened.

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avery finally settles himself next to her, blush rising from his chest onto his cheeks. “thank you, for doing that. you didn’t have to, but i’m so grateful you did. i.. our own little girl. and.. she knows who i am, or at least parts of me.” he’ll take it. he can’t believe that a few hours ago he was in another state, didn’t even know of this baby, contemplating on coming over here or not. he wanted to see mariana, he know he needed to, but didn’t want to burst into her life and mess it up once again. he’d left her before, why should she let him back in? countless nights he’d spent up writing letters to her he’d never sent, knowing that asking her for a long distance relationship was too much, and another shot was even worse to ask for. but now, he can’t help but want it. he wants them, together, maybe even her and the baby violet. traveling with him, seeing him play. he doesn’t want to miss another moment of this little sunshine’s life, but he knows he’s got other commitments, like an upcoming tour in a few months. “you like the hair?” he’d always teased her about growing his hair out, and this year he finally did. while on tour, he decided to stop cutting his hair and letting it flow to his shoulders. it felt nice, right even to have it. he felt more like himself, though that could just be the hair-driven confidence speaking. “i’m sure i’m a right mess right about now, after the plane and the drive here.”

“of course i did. have to, i mean.” mariana replies quietly, daring to be brave enough to rest a hand on his arm. “she’s your daughter, i wanted her to know you if you ever... came back.” the sentence dies off on her lips, but the rest of it  ━ the if you ever came back to me  ━  is implied. she still isn’t completely sure if he’s here to stay, and the fact that she’s already readjusting to his presence in her life, in their lives, as a family is almost enough to terrify her. she allows herself to momentarily relinquish the fear when he asks about his hair, turning her state of mind to just enjoy whatever time she does have with him right now. whatever it is, it’ll be enough. it has to be enough. “i love it.” she nods, her fingers lifting to run against the edge of his curls, right where they hit his collarbone. she really does love his hair long, she always has. her motions slow to an eventual stop, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “oh, shut up. you know that you always look good. you wouldn’t have thousands of girls coming to your shows and professing their love for you if you weren’t the complete package.” her words are teasing, gentle, light, and it feels like they’re finally them again. avery and mariana.

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i’m trying to seriously get back into this whole indie thing after a year+ off... so like this for a starter based off of something in your wishlist ??

[brodie-sangsters]

Dylan O’Brien and Holland Roden at Colton and Jeff’s wedding reception last week

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wxnderlvstsx:

“she’s… i know i just met her but i love her…” he presses a kiss to the baby’s forehead before standing and putting her in her pack and play, draping a small blanket over her. his green eyes stay held on her for a moment longer before he turns around, back to the woman who was once his. the mother of his child. the once love of his life. he hadn’t moved on, hadn’t had time to even think about it. but maybe she did. maybe there was someone else in the picture. someone who got to hold his baby and see his baby, love his lover because he was too selfish to be there. he couldn’t help the way his mind wandered to the what ifs and what could have been. if only he’d stayed home. they’d be happily raising this beautiful baby girl together in their own place. “how have you been?” he asks instead, settling on what’s happening now. what he can change. what he can do to be a father to his baby. a lover to the woman of his dreams, the woman he’d wrote countless songs about and belted lyrics for time and time again on stages in front of thousands. “you look amazing. really. you don’t even look like you had a baby. you look as amazing as the last time I saw you.”

“she loved you already. i was reading this pregnancy magazine--well, i read a lot of pregnancy magazines because i had no idea what i was doing.” she gave an almost nervous laugh, watching avery across the room as she twisted her hair around her finger slowly. “anyways, the point is... one of them had this article about how babies begin to hear sounds outside of the womb at like sixteen weeks and they can recognize those voices after they were born and... i wanted her to know your voice so i got these crazy looking headphones that you put right onto the bump and you can play music through them. i played her your songs, and your interviews, and even now sometimes when she’s fussy i have to put on your music for her to settle down. and... she recognizes you. your voice. she did it just now.” she let out a breath after she finished speaking, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “you’ve already been one of her favorite people.” she added, slowly extending her hand out to him, beckoning him to come and sit by her again. she had no idea what avery had been up to this last year, really. she’d spent long nights awake and thinking about it, wondering if the fast paced rockstar life had caught up to him and changed her avery into someone else. she wondered if he was out at parties, out with girls, living this whole amazing and still young life while she had been thrown headfirst into adulthood. she didn’t even resent him for it--not even close. she hoped he was enjoying everything the world was giving him. and... and if he didn’t want to stop that, she would respect that. even if that meant being a single mother. “you look...” she couldn’t even find the words. she was speechless, breathless. she had been since he walked in, but now that he was the only thing she was focusing on, her mind was all over the place. “wow. i mean, i’ve seen you in interviews and all over the internet but. wow.”

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OKAY can someone please give me an age gap plot where muse a is about eighteen or nineteen and has run away from a toxic environment (family or relationship, doesn’t matter), and maybe just got into their car and started driving, but they ran out of gas and find themselves stranded in the middle of the countryside. Enter muse b, about twenty five or older, and the only person within ten miles whose parents have now both passed away so they inherited the family farm and don’t really want to leave but they’re getting lonely. In the middle of a thunderstorm a drenched muse a shows up, so muse b ushers them in and asks how they got out here and what happened to them etc, and muse b has to explain that their next fuel delivery isn’t for a couple of weeks. So they give muse a a bed to stay in and jobs to do to ‘earn their keep’ but honestly muse b just likes having someone else around, and the two get on really well and muse a is just so glad to feel safe again. But of course, feelings get involved and as the lines blur, things get confusing because muse b is tempted to offer muse a a job on the farm but muse a feels like a bother and doesn’t want to trouble muse b anymore but at the same time doesn’t want to go just yet. Add in the age difference, and you have a wonderful mess of angst and fluff.

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drcplets:

EMMA:  i’m so tired, but i always find the energy to sin

LYZIE: this is me trying to look badass enough to sin LYZIE: but uh.. define sin?

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wxnderlvstsx:

“you were only trying to help.” he sighs, free hand running over his face. “I’m not.. I’m not mad at you. just frustrated that i wasn’t here.” he says softly, patting the seat next to her. “come here, please? i miss you, and i’d get up but someone’s awfully comfy.” he offers a small smile, trying to prove he isn’t mad at her. he really isn’t. he knows if he was in her shoes he would’ve done the same thing. it wasn’t fair for him to expect her to include him in her life. especially after he’d ended things. it was mutual, at least it seemed that way. they’d agreed long distance wasn’t for them, and he’d be back in a year. they could try again if they wanted to but if not, she knew avery would always love her. he didn’t write song after song about a girl with beautiful brown curls because they were catchy. no, he wrote them because he meant every last word and loved her with every bit of his heart. “i wasn’t there to sign her birth certificate.. can we fix that? can I… i want to be her dad, not just her father.” and his words were meaningful. he wanted to be more than the man who helped create her. he wanted to be a part of the little girl’s life. he was ready for the changes it meant. 

avery’s informing her that he isn’t mad doesn’t make her guilt magically disappear. in fact, it doesn’t really lessen at all. it’s still present and weighing her down in her chest and in her stomach, but she can’t say no to him. she never figured out how. so when he beckons her over, she moves towards him immediately and without question. “if i could go back... i’d do it all differently.” she speaks softly, a promise, as she settles into the seat beside him. she can’t keep herself from absentmindedly reaching to tuck his hair behind his ear, just letting herself soak in every detail of his face that she’d been missing. the smile that crossed her features at his question was genuine, and she began to nod almost instantaneously. “yes. yes, baby, of course.” she wasn’t able to stop herself from using the old petname, speaking too fast and too excitedly to process her words before speaking them. she let her gaze break from avery’s face for only a moment to look down at violet who was beginning to doze off in his arms. “it’s about time for her nap. she likes sleeping in her pack and play just fine, if you don’t want her to be too far away.” she informed him, nodding her head in the direction of the playpen set up on the other side of the room. “or her crib is upstairs. but this might be the only chance we have today to get to talk and catch up, just us two, so we might want to utilize it while we can.” she spoke teasingly. although it was true, she wouldn’t trade the little girl’s presence in her life for anything.

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heroexxs:

if his heart wasn’t fully broken before, it was now. just seeing her break down crushed him. in all of their time together, he hadn’t seen her cry like that before. sure he knew how to comfort her, but this was a whole new situation. not only that, but they weren’t together. he couldn’t pull her close to his chest, kiss the top of her head and make her feel better. “stop… c’mon mar.” he muttered as he got up to clean her face a bit and to help her stop crying. would she even want him to help her? she was the one that pushed him away. she was the one that didn’t want him near her and told him that they should part ways. his eyes went a bit wide when she said she couldn’t read anymore, since now he felt like an ass for bringing a book. he didn’t know, but there he was almost rubbing it in her face that she wasn’t able to. he set the book on the side away from her and finished cleaning all of the tears that were streaming down her face. 

“alright, move over.” jon muttered as he kicked his shoes off and moved to lay in her hospital bed with her. he used to do this all of the time, and honestly he missed it. hopefully she didn’t think it was weird, but at the end of the day, they were friends first before anything. he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulled her close to his chest and gently started to ru her back. he wanted to calm her down, and hopefully it would work. “you’re my best friend, mar. that means i’m gonna sit here with you, until you feel better.” he could push his feelings aside this time and just make sure that he was alright. part of him just wished he could fix all of this. he wished he could study with the doctors and bring her some sort of good news, but he wasn’t allowed to poke his head in too much. thankfully he was allowed to read a couple of files and work on some cases that weren’t too serious, but he knew they would never let him touch mari’s file. 

“i can read to you if you want. i can make all the voices and everything, it would be pretty funny.” he said with a chuckle in hopes to at least get her to smile a bit. would her vision come back? he had no idea. maybe when she felt better it would, he didn’t know since this recently happened. “i don’t wanna get rid of you.” he muttered as he caught her eyes. “i’m gonna be here, i promise. even if you don’t want me to, i’m gonna check in because… i just gotta make sure that you’re alright.” he said as he shrugged his shoulders a little bit. 

maybe she shouldn’t have let jon so close again. it seemed like every time she tried to pull away from him, every time she tried to remove herself from his life for his own good, he somehow managed to reverse it all and put them back to where they started... or, maybe, back to where they belonged. she couldn’t deny that she was in love with him. of course she was. and she would never, in good consciousness, be able to say anything otherwise, so she would instead choose to say nothing at all. and so she didn’t. she was silent when he moved his way into bed with her, she was silent when he got his arm around her and pulled her close to him, and she was silent when she gave into the desire deep in her heart and buried her face into his chest, her good hand moving to wrap around his torso and grasp at his scrubs. the only noises she was making were a few little sniffles as she got the last of her tears out, but--like always--being this close to jon calmed her down more than anything else could. 

but then he was saying it. he was her best friend. best friend. the words made her stiffen a little bit, because even though it was her own idea to break up with him, and her own idea that he should be with someone better for him, it stung more than she thought it would to realize that maybe he did. she was his best friend now, and that was it. she wasn’t his girlfriend, she wasn’t his soulmate, she wasn’t anything special anymore. he probably didn’t even love her in the same way anymore. she forced herself to pull back and to let go, unable to sit that close to him with the image of jon and some other girl in her mind. the book was a friendly gesture, an olive branch, just like him trying to comfort her. plus he worked here, and it was his job to take care of the patients. she wasn’t special anymore.

“it’s temporary.” she informed him quietly, feeling herself both physically and emotionally withdraw from him and the situation. “it’s just... a cognitive thing. because of the stroke. last time it was aphasia and i couldn’t speak correctly. i guess this time it was a different part of my brain and my reading comprehension is just... fucked. temporary dyslexia, i guess. like temporary paralysis. it’ll go away.” her voice was borderline emotionless now--a stark contrast from the abundance of emotion that was flowing through her every word and action only a few moments ago. but she couldn’t let her guard down. it was hard enough to be back here, she couldn’t let herself go through the pain of having to lose jon all over again.

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wxnderlvstsx:

avery sits himself down carefully, as to not jostle the baby too much. she’s resorted to chewing on her hand and while normally the thought would repulse avery, its incredibly endearing coming from his little flower. her button nose too cute for him to not adore, he was convinced she was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. “you… you know i would’ve come home.” he says softly, “you know that, don’t you? if you would’ve told me. you should have told me. i.. i missed seeing my daughter’s birth, holding her, changing her first diaper…” he couldn’t help his anger beginning to boil over. “i know you thought you were doing what’s right, but it wasn’t fair to me. to keep her from me. she’s just as much my baby as she is yours. how will i explain to her that i wasn’t there when she was born? that i wasn’t there through any of the pregnancy? i.. i never had a chance to.” he glances up, only now noticing her tears. he’d feel bad if he didn’t have his own welling in his eyes. his first child, here in his arms, but he’d missed the chance to experience so much. “i could’ve been there.”

“you didn’t...” she hesitates, falters. she knows she has to choose her words very carefully. she doesn’t want to make him feel like he’s a bad guy. he isn’t, not at all. she doesn’t want to bring any negativity into this day that’s supposed to be happy, but avery is angry. mari can see it--the anger rolling off him in waves, slow but building. “you didn’t stay in the first place. you chose that tour over me, over our relationship. by the time i figured out you were long gone and... and you wanted that more than you wanted me. and i don’t blame you.” she hates crying in front of people. she doesn’t do it. never, and it feels even more weak and vulnerable now. “that was your dream, avery. you had to take that opportunity, or who knows when the next one would come around.” she loves him so much, it hurts. she never stopped. she never could. not when he left her to tour the world, not when his anger is so pointed at her now. she wants to be close to him, but instead she recoils, stumbling backwards a little and curling into herself in what almost looks like fear. “we’ll--no, i’ll tell her it was my fault. i’ll make sure she knows. she won’t blame you for my mistakes, don’t worry.” the emotion is leaving her tone, and she’s building her walls back up around herself as quickly as she can. she blinks, stops crying, and her lips settle into a straight line as she sits on the edge of the couch--the seat farthest away from avery.

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wxnderlvstsx:

avery follows her inside, looking around a bit. it was just as he’d left it. well, for the most part. there were baby toys and a blanket on the floor, a swing in the corner, but save that, it was as if he’d never left. never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d come home to this. it was a blessing, he knew, for her to have a healthy little baby with her being sick. he’d never felt so happy in his life. playing sold out stadiums and signing autographs were nothing compared to this moment as his shaking hands take the baby- his baby- from her hands. he cradles her, keeping her head supported as he smiles down at the infant. “my god, she’s gorgeous.” avery coos, green eyes welling with tears of joy. “my sweet little violet.” he can’t help the laugh that bubbles from his lips as she smiles up at him, reaching for his hair. “i- i don’t know what to say. i..” he never wants this moment to end, never wants to let go of her, never wants to spend another moment away. this is what it was all about, the moment he’d been unknowingly waiting for his entire life. he felt whole, like nothing in the world mattered quite as much as his bouncing baby girl.

watching avery take their little girl into his arms was everything she could have ever imagined, or ever asked for. every last ounce of love in her heart for both of them began to swell until she thought she might burst with it, unable to contain her grin. “she was born on march tenth. she turns four months this week... i was only a six months along when i found out, and you’d already...” she clears her throat, trying to blink back her own tears and think of everything he might need to know. “she’s strong. she lifts her own head up now when she’s laying down, or when you help her sit up. she can’t roll over yet but she really wants to. she tries every time she’s on her tummy. i think she’s gonna get it really soon. maybe she was just waiting for you to see.” mariana smiles, tucking one of her own curls behind her ear. violet is beautiful, he’s right. she’s like a little angel, and mariana almost forgot how much of her face is avery’s, but now that she’s seeing them together, there’s no way around it. “she’s smart. she fake cries, sometimes, because she figured out that i always come right over to her when she does. and, um, she likes to talk. and...” she trailed off, not sure what else to say, and letting herself succumb to the tears in her eyes, feeling them begin to roll down her cheeks. “and i missed you. a lot.”

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heroexxs:

it broke jon’s heart to see her like this. it always did. seeing her all laid up in the hospital bed looking so defeated when he knew how strong she was. he would never wish something like this upon his worst enemy since he saw how something like this just took the spirit and life out of someone. he had this hope in the back of his mind that if she stayed out of the hospital long enough, that the two of them would be able to get back together. the reason why she broke up with him in the first time was be cause she was so sick and she didn’t want to break his heart. little did she know that she was breaking it so much by doing something like this. she would be out and healthy, he had this job, nothing could go wrong in his eyes. now she was laying here back in her bed looking horrible and he just saw his dreams shatter. she looked worse then the last time she was there, and although he didn’t know much about her condition he just hoped that it wasn’t getting worse. a beautiful soul like hers shouldn’t be trapped in here like this. he just hoped that one day she would be able to live once again. he wanted her to smile, to laugh, and he missed seeing that the minute he walked into the room. 

he couldn’t help but to notice that she seemed upset over the fact that he bought her a book. honestly he thought she would love it since he did it back when she wanted nothing to do with him and it brought back some good memories. she loved to read, so it puzzled him why her eyes were welling up with tears and why she looked like she was about to cry her heart out. maybe he shouldn’t have brought her the book. maybe he should have just walked by and not have said a word. his heart pulled him into her room, and there he was, looking at the girl that he loved. “no worries.” he said with a little smile before running a hand through his hair. he didn’t know why he felt so awkward around her, but maybe because in this situation he would be pulling a chair over to the side of her bed, taking her hand and telling her that everything would be alright. here he was standing in front of her like his legs were frozen. he knew none of her family was coming in, they never did and he wanted to keep her company. at least for a little while before he had to go back to work. who knew if she even wanted him there, but he didn’t mind staying. 

“i could get you some jello if you want? the red kind?” he could remember bringing some to her room all the time when she didn’t want any part of him. he’d barge in with this smile on his face and try his best to get her to smile as well. it was hard at first, but then she smiled like it was no tomorrow. he loved seeing her smile and laugh, since it was like they were saved especially got him. she wouldn’t do it around the other nurses, especially the doctors and it made him feel amazing to say the least. he pulled over a chair like the good old days, but didn’t put it as close as he usually would to her bed. anyone would ask if she was alright, but he knew she hated that question. not only that, but he didn’t know if she would tell him the real answer. she would probably say yes, and he wouldn’t ask anymore questions. as he leaned back in the chair, he looked around a little bit before finally looking back at her. before they were lovers, they were best friends. he could tell her anything, and she could tell him anything as well so hopefully she would be able to open up to him a bit. “c’mon… what’s up?” he muttered as he looked at her. “i know you don’t wanna be here, just tell me what happened… you know you can talk to me.” 

she was trying so hard not to break down at the moment. she never let herself cry, and she didn’t want to now. not in front of jon, not over this. but everything was still so overwhelming. so much had happened in the last month, between losing jon and getting out of the hospital only to come back in weeks later... it was too much, even for her. she didn’t have anyone on her side, it felt like, and even though it was her own fault for isolating herself, it still hurt. and jon... jon, the only person who she felt like ever truly cared about her and loved her, he was still there in a chair at her bedside, even after everything she’d put him through. the guilt that was coursing through her was enough to make her break down into tears, but she held it together with every last ounce of power in her.

“what happened was... i should have known. i should have known that it was coming but i ignored all the signs because i was scared.” she admitted. it took a lot to make mariana ever admit that she was scared of something, but here she was. “i didn’t want to come back here and--” the ‘and see you’ hangs in the air between them. sure, she didn’t want to come back to the hospital because it meant she was getting worse, and not better, but the tension between them and everything that they left unresolved still hung in the air. she knew he could feel it just as much as she could. “so i was stupid and i was ignorant and i ignored it until i had a fucking stroke and now my brain--” she chokes on her words, a sob getting caught in her throat. she has to look down at her lap because she knows the tears are coming and there’s no way to hold them in or stop them now. “and now my brain is swollen, and i can’t read anymore, and my fucking arm, and i ruin everything i touch. i’m a fucking plague jon, don’t you see it? even my own body wants to get rid of me!”

she’s in a full meltdown at this point. there’s no stopping it. she’s crying and hiccuping on her words, and the heart monitor she’s attached to is picking up speed like she’s about to have a heart attack and die, but she can’t help it. it’s all so much. the only person who would have ever been able to her is jon, and even though he’s right there in front of her, it’s not the same. they’re not the same. nothing is the same.

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it was strange that introducing his new boyfriend to teddy had elijah more nervous than the first date actually had done. teddy was his best friend, after all, and truth be told his opinion was enough to make elijah think twice about a person. “ yeah? ” a slight smile started to turn over his lips at the other male’s words, fingers slowing their anxious tapping against the side of the chair. “ because i know i rushed into this, like, even for me. ” he added with a sheepish grin at the other, as if impulse control had ever really been his thing. which it wasn’t. perhaps that was why teddy’s opinion was so important to eli, though it didn’t quite feel like it fully explained enough as brown eyes searched over the male’s expression before resigning to the fact that, for a change – he was actually rather difficult to read. “ if you didn’t like him you can tell me, you’d get to say ‘i told you so’ if it’s all screwed up in a few weeks? ”

the image of elijah smiling in front of him, relief evident on his face, was all that teddy needed to swallow back every selfish desire he had. it was all about making eli happy--that was basically his life motto at this point. it didn’t so much matter about his own feelings, it hadn’t for a long time. he’d do anything for elijah. the last time he loved someone selfishly, he’d lost his first love permanently. the world had lost him, and it was his fault. he wouldn’t--he couldn’t--ever do that with elijah. “hey.” teddy murmured, reaching a hand out across to him, coming to rest on top of eli’s own to calm his tapping fingers. “what do i know about relationships, anyways? you shouldn’t be coming to me for advice.” he knew his expression turned a bit sad. elijah knew everything. everything about boarding school, everything about the last and only person he’d ever been with. and now all he could do was pine after his best friend. he wasn’t really an expert in love at all. “you are... incredible, elijah. and any guy is so freaking lucky to have you that if anything gets screwed up, it couldn’t be your fault.”

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he wants to look up at her, look up and compliment her because she’s as gorgeous as ever but there’s a blubbering baby that’s a spitting image of him that he can’t ignore. he’s never been the best at math, but this wasn’t hard. baby a few months old, plus nine months of pregnancy, that all meant the baby was his. he knew too well that mariana would never have cheated on him, and even if she did, the baby was far too much his resemblance to argue over. the baby was his. this sweet little bundle of joy slobbering all over the place was his baby. “she…. she’s mine, isn’t she?” he asks, gesturing to the child. “I mean, she’s got to be, right?” he’s assuming its a girl based on the pink outfit, but hell, who knows. he wants to be angry. angry that he missed out on the entire pregnancy. angry that he never even got to see his own baby be born. angry that she was keeping this from him. but he’s not. he’s got this overwhelming surge of joy at seeing the tiny baby and knowing its his to love and be a part of. that is, if she’ll let him. 

“come in, please.” mariana insisted, realizing that she’d been staring at him for too long and hadn’t yet welcomed him back into the house. there was no way around the elephant in the room--or, rather, the baby in the room. she couldn’t small talk her way out of his one, but avery already seemed to know what was going on. there was no way he couldn’t. not when mariana had been nothing but loyal and in love with him, and not when the little girl looked exactly like them. she had his green eyes and pouty lips, her deeper skin and a head full of curls. “yeah. yeah, ave, she is.” she nodded, feeling tears begin to well in her eyes that she hadn’t expected. she hadn’t prepared herself for this moment to be so emotional, but it was. “i wanted to tell you but... you know the doctors were worried about me being sick, and i didn’t want you to throw away your dreams because of... because of us.” that was the best explanation she could offer, it was the truth, but it wasn’t good enough and it didn’t excuse it. “her name’s violet.” she informed him, softly, knowing that he would recognize the meaning behind the name. “she was fussy all morning, but now...” mariana gently ran her finger against the girl’s cheek, her big, green eyes focused only on the man a few feet away from her as a tiny smile began to form on her chubby cheeks. “i think she knew you were coming. do you want to meet your daddy, vi?” she cooed at the baby, turning to avery as she began to hold the baby outwards. “do you want to meet your daughter?”

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a year is a very long time, but to avery it seemed like nothing. sure, his entire life had changed, but it didn’t seem like it was that long ago that he was in this town, meeting the other for dinner and a movie, spending nights tangled together under blankets and spending every moment they could engrossed in one another’s presence. it had to end, they knew distance wasn’t for them, and avery was off to open up for a band that was touring world wide. so now he’s back from tour, and when the other opens the door holding a baby of only a few months, he can’t help the way his eyes go wide. “holy shit.”

to say that mariana never saw herself becoming a single mother would be an understatement. she never saw herself becoming a mother at all, really. all her life, the doctors told her that the illness that controlled her would make pregnancy too big a risk, and she eventually learned how to accept that. in fact, everything seemed to be on the up and up. she was healthy, she was happy. even though her boyfriend was leaving to go on tour, life felt like it had fallen into place. until, two weeks after he left, she took the test that confirmed her worst fears. with a little extra care from her doctors, the pregnancy went miraculously well. her parents were even supportive, letting her and little violet live with them once she was born. by some miracle, things were still going well. the only thing was she hadn’t figured out how to tell avery, and it was far too late at this point to casually mention it. she knew his tour would be done soon, and he’d likely be back, but she wasn’t prepared for how soon that was, and was blindsided when she opened the front door one day, balancing baby violet on her hip, expecting the ups man or something. instead she was met by avery’s forever familiar face, and her mouth fell open into a small ‘o’. “avery. hi.” she managed to get out, wrapping a cautious arm around her baby--their baby-- and shifting her a little higher onto her hip. “i... i didn’t expect you to be back so soon.”

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     “ you didn’t like him, did you? ” eli did his best to keep his tone light and cheerful as brown eyes shifted across to his friend. over the years he liked to think he’d grown rather good at reading the other’s expressions, that as close as the two of them were he knew what the other was thinking rather easily – it is why he had wanted them to meet his new boyfriend, because their’s was the opinion which mattered to him. though that appeared to have gone less well than hoped as a small sigh escaped his lips. “  – alright, i can take it, what’s wrong with him? ”

he thought he was doing a decent job of hiding how he really felt from eli, but he should have known better than to be that naive. elijah could read him like an open book, he knew almost everything there was to know about teddy. except maybe the most important thing--that teddy was in love with him. he had been for a while now, but he didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship, especially when eli was happy with his new boyfriend. or, even worse, maybe eli already did know how teddy felt, and was trying to let him down easy by not mentioning it. “what? no!” teddy exclaimed, almost painfully forcing himself to smile at his best friend. “he was great. you were... you guys were really great together. i’m happy for you.”