#heereyes

-Jeremy Heere's only known a few things all his life. One: Avoid the spackles. Two: There's no women anymore, the spackles killed them all. Including his mother. Three: Everyone can see your thoughts. This is The Noise. Four: Learn how to block your thoughts. Don't be weak.

-Raised by his fathers Mr. Reyes and Mr. Heere, Jeremy's grown up surrounded by men who he continues to try and prove himself to, every word he thinks being heard and judged by everyone else.

-His only friend Michael is an outcast from the society, not caring what people think about him or his thoughts. He has nothing to prove.

-The mayor of the town, Squip, admires Jeremy for being able to control his thoughts from bring heard.

-While working in the forrest one day with Michael the two boys are shocked by a person. A person who doesn't have noise around them.

-A woman apparently. Squip sending a group to try and find the girl while the boys head back home.

-Only to find said girl in Jeremy's house, hiding away.

-Her name is Christine. She was sent here with a group of other humans to check on the planet's towns. Towns. Plural.

Mr. Reyes: Sure thing, Linus.

"God dang it, come on," Mr. Reyes sighed as he tried to tie the ribbon of his costume's cape. He stared at the two strings that refused to budge. It was Halloween and the school sent a memo for all teachers to dress in appropriate costumes. The fake fangs felt weird but damn of he wasn't going to pass up the chance to dress up.

"How's my big handsome man doing?" Mr. Reyes turned as his husband came in with a grin.

"Better if I could just get these damn strings to work." Mr. Heere laughed at his husband's attempts. Walking over and helping him with the seemingly miniscule laces. "Thank you." Mr. Reyes gave husband a quick peck on the cheek before looking around for his bag.

"Got something for you."

"What's that?" Mr. Heere turned to the door, calling out.

"Jer Bear!" There was the sound of shuffling before their two year old toddled into the room. He was wearing a small pumpkin costume as Mr. Heere scooped him up. Mr. Reyes fruit his heart melt.

"He's so adorable." Mr. Reyes food his best not to cry. Jeremy patting him on the shirt.

@penguinpatrolerarmy told me about this and I had to share it

-Father's day is just around the corner and it's the first father's day since Jeremy's dad married Mr. Reyes.

-They want to make it special so Mr. Heere enlists his son in his scheme to get Mr. Reyes good tickets to a Broadway show.

-These two know nothing about musicals so Jeremy goes to his theater loving girlfriend Christine for help.

"Hey Chris, do you think $50 would be enough to get a good seat to see Hamilton?"

-Cut to Christine wheezing with laughter and until she realizes, Jeremy's being serious.

"Oh babe...no...it's not even close..."

"Do you want to go to prom with me?" Jeremy asked, the eyes of all the drama club on him and Christine. He'd spent all week hyping himself up and with a little help from Michael's stash he was finally ready. The girl stared at him and any courage he had started to waiver. "I mean, it's okay if you don't want to-"

"Sure!" Christine grinned and Jeremy sputtered.

"R-really?"

"Yeah! Pick me up around six." Jeremy flushed. She actually said yes. Yeah they we're kind of dating now but still. God, could today get any better?

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"Please tell me you're joking."

"Nope! Can you believe nobody wanted to chaperone the dance?" Mr. Heere grinned as Jeremy felt all the excitement of asking Christine out drained.

If God was kind, maybe he'd get stuck by lightning. Because that would be a lot less painful.

"You think they'll have have pockets there?" Mr. Reyes asked his husband. "Mmm, I'll bring my own. I can finally try out the Hot Pocket pocket!"

"Hot Pocket pocket?" Jeremy asked his step-dad confused. The man grinned, grabbing something over the table. Showing it off Jeremy blanked. "It's just you foil."

"Exactly! I'll use it to like my pockets so I can put food in them!" Mr. Reyes inserted the foil in his pocket before grabbing a slice of pizza from the box on the table. "Ta da!"

"Dad. It's already leaking." Jeremy said looking at the pizza sauce dripping from his dad's pocket.

"Oh would you look at that."

"Just no Hot Pocket pockets," Jeremy took the slice of pizza out, "no baby photos, and no embarrassing stories about when I was little." Jeremy sighed as his dads looked at him confused. "It's going to be a special night for just me and Christine."

-Jeremy has been given to Eric to be babysat many a times as the Heere-Reyes right hand man. Jeremy thought his head looked funny and called him Egg as a baby. Still does.

-Baba is a black teddy bear Jeremy has had since he was born. Any pictures taken of him sleeping, he's holding Baba.

-Jeremy's hair is curly and extremely hard to brush and they used hair clips to pin it back so it didn't get in his eyes.

-Mr. Reyes has dozens of baby Jeremy photos on him at all times, he thinks the cutest it's the one of Jeremy in the sink with a rubber duck.

-Jeremy dies of embarrassment when they bring them out.

-Mr. Heere has baby papoose that Jeremy is always carried in, Mr. Reyes borrows it sometimes to take Jeremy to class.

"Mmmm...."

"One hundred and one degrees," the doctor pulled away from the two year old who whimpered as the cold stethoscope was removed from his his tummy. "Well Mr and Mr. Heere, it looks like-"

"-Reyes."

"Mr. and Mr. Heere-Reyes, it looks like your son has the flu."

"What?! Is he supposed to have it that young? It's he in danger-is our baby dying?!" The theater teacher panicked as Jeremy tucked his head into his husband's shirt.

"It's nothing too serious to worry about Mr. Heere-Reyes. I'll just write you a prescription for a nasal spray to help with the little guy's runny nose. I'd also recommend some child formula Advil to help with his fever." Mr. Heere got up, still holding his son who let out a loud cough. "Come back if it gets any worse." The woman escorted the two men out of the room.

Mr. Heere held his baby tightly and Mr. Reyes had yet to stop fretting over there toddler.

"How could we let this happen to our little boy? He was crying all night! We're horrible parents aren't we?"

"We can panic later, first getting our baby everything he needs to not be in pain."

"Anne you can't just leave without telling me and then not find a babysitter for Jeremy. You know I have a business meeting later!" Mr. Heere tried to sound calm as he talked to his wife over the phone. Jeremy sat in the baby carrier on his chest, happily playing with his stuffed bunny.

"I'm sorry Jon but something came up. Besides I'll only be gone for a day." Mr. Heere sighed as the woman hung up and he looked down at his seven month year old. "Looks like it's just you and me little guy." The man grabbed the cup of coffee of the kitchen table. Caffeine always helped with the headaches.

Pulling up his phone the man saw a reminder for his yoga class in thirty minutes.

"Hey Jer Bear, wanna go to the gym with daddy." The baby looked up confused. Mr. Heere did not trust the gym's playroom an he hated leaving his baby to be taken care of by someone else but there wasn't exactly any other choices. Picking up his car keys Mr. Heere grabbed his gym bag and left the house.

Opening his back door the man strapped Jeremy into his baby blue car seat. The baby's eyes widened at the dolphin mobile just above him. His tiny hands let go of his stuffed bunny and Mr. Heere had to reach down and put back with his son.

"Careful Jer Bear, don't want to lose David Hasslehops do ya?" Jeremy made garbled baby noises. "Right." Closing the door the man entered the front seat and started the car up when his phone vibrated.

'Wilsons case moved up to afternoon. Be at office with papers ASAP.'

It took all of Mr. Heere's effort not to slam his head against the wheel. Of course they did. Looking down at his tanktop and shorts the man knew he didn't have time to change for the office.

"Fuck it, they want to call me in early? This what they're gonna get." He pulled out of the driveway and began to make his way to office.

~~

The traffic was heavier than usual making warm weather even more unbearable in the small car. "Hey leather seats she says. They're better she says. Bullshit I say." Jeremy seemed unbothered by both the heat and his father's mini tirade as they pulled into the parking lot just outside the law firm.

Pulling into an empty spot the man quickly got out, putting Jeremy back in his baby carrier and went to grab the brief case tucked under the passenger seat.

"Excuse me?" A voice called out as the father dug around for his case. "Are you Jonathan Heere?" The man had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Probably another potential client.

"Jon," the man grabbed his case and stood up, "and what do you..." He trailed off when he saw the man who had asked the question. "Who are you?"