#big truck pups

[mastertuki]

Another day, another episode of Big Truck pups...

... and it was awesome!!

I'll start with something very clear: Photography. It's REALLY important in this kind of subseries, because they have big trucks, and they need to show the feel of seeing a vehicle with such proportions and... They did!!

Look at them! You need to think the original pup vehicles are INSIDE the bus, and the new trucks are the SAME SIZE of Ryder's Bus, so the scale is... Incredible!! I love them!!

I can't choose one favorite... Ok, maybe Al's truck, but hey! I love everyone of them! It's just Al's trucks reminds me of my dad's truck, but the rest are huge and full of color!!! I'll hope I'll see better Rocky's truck.

And the pups? C'mon, they all look soooo gorgerous with mittens and jackets!

So, you see, that's where the trouble began. That smile. That damned smile.

And it's the first time I can see for real Chase and Marshall are the big pups. Zuma looks so cute between them!

And Al is a big trucker in his heart. This is the clue: sometimes he needs to drink less caffeine XDDDDDD. I hope he won't teach to the others the power of the coffee: Marshall will be unstoppable.

Photoshop hates me after this gif, but I don't care.

For now, this episode made me laught many times:

But I need to see moooore trucks, so tomorrow I'll watch another episode of Big Trucks Pups. Just to see more trucks and more Al!

C'mon!! I want a plushie of him!! But I can't find it on amazon!! That's not fair!

Edit: Ouch! Right! I forgot to show to the world Al's truck. Let's fix this:

Yep. I'm going to put this on my desktop.

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

So, me and @mastertuki may or may not have been all about our beloved Basset Trucker lately 🚛❤️

[shibasparklez]

HONK HONK

[chaserockypupfan]

Big Truck Pups Chase and Rocky

[mikartdraws]

chase and marshall in their big truck outfits ⭐🔥🚚

big truck pups is prob my fave sub-series in terms of outfit design lol

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Snacks for the Pack

Joel miller x F!Reader

Warnings: some family fluff 🤎

Notes: guys my sister and I moved into our own house, but our dad stops by almost every day to drop something off or fix something in our house, ans he usually brings us something like coffee and bubble yea. It didn't occur to us that we expected it till he came one day and didn't bring us a snacky, and we were disappointed. Thus: this fic is born!

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Ok, so here's the thing about your Joel. He's so selfless and always thinking about his family, he never consciously realizes it. And that can be a great thing... until you create a pack of spoiled girls in the house who know not what it feels like to not be spoiled 24/7.

So now you, Sarah, Spoon, and Ellie heard the garage, and all subconsciously got up from your spots in the house, lined up at the door, and waited for Joel to come in. He's on the phone when he does, but gives each one of his ladies (even Spoon) a kiss on the head.

But then he just. Keeps walking in. Closes the garage. Drops his keys on the table, and goes straight for his office.

And then four of his duckling family shuffle behind him on cue, in height order of you, Sarah, Spoon, and little Ellie. Eager and patiently awaiting.

He sits down and finishes his call before rubbing his face and opening his laptop. It takes a moment before he realizes 8 eyeballs anxiously staring at him from the doorway. Even Spoon was licking her chops in anticipation.

"Uhhh... can I help you ladies?"

You look very perplexed. "Did you... need help unloading the car?"

"Uh... no. There's nothing left in the truck....?"

"Nothing. Not even like... in the cup holders... or...." you twirl your fingers, hoping it'll suddenly click that he simply put it... somewhere else of course!

Joel's at a complete loss. Did he forget an anniversary? Birthday gift? He didn't say anything before he left to drop off the package at the post office. Yet here you all were with big, pleading eyes expecting something from him.

"You didn't. Get us anything," you say, coming to the disappointing conclusion.

"Wha--no. Was i supposed to? I'm sorry, I dont remember if you had asked"

Well no, we ... never ask but you always just. Bring us a little treat--" God you felt stupid standing here like pavlov's dog trained to salivate when your husband got home.

Honestly he TRAINED you all to be like this!

See, when you were pregnant and suddenly craving snackies every day, Joel got into the habit of just always bringing you something whenever he would come home. A latte, coffee, bubble tea, hot pretzel, frozen slushie, milkshake etc. So much so that you'd feel like you were wagging your imaginary tail and rushing off the couch every time you heard the garage, and eagerly give him a kiss when he presented you with the daily snack.

Well then Sarah came along. He still brought snacks home for you now out of habit, and Sarah got to the point where she'd take a sip or bite from yours. So daddy coming home was very exciting for her indeed. Like a little reward.

But then you got pregnant again. And suddenly sharing ANYTHING with your little girl kinda irked you. So Joel had the very great intuition of just getting her a little something for herself.

Spoon also saw the two of you constantly approaching the door and being rewarded when Joel would come home, so she'd sit patiently, and Joel started bringing little dog treats or pup cups for her too.

Then Ellie came along, and she wasn't much for coffee, but she DID love the little cake pops that the bakery sold.

Joel curls his brows. Thinking about it, he guess he DID usually come home with something, but he never really sets out with intention most days. It's kinda just... a stop along the way. Today he didn't pass a coffee shop so it didn't even occur to him that--

"Daddy, no cake pop?" Baby Ellie asks in his soft, high, sweet little sad voice, twisting her hips with her pouty lips. Her eyes welled up all shiny as if on the brink of tears.

His entire heart shatters in that moment.

Door, keys, ignition, gas.

15 minutes later and Joel is back, balancing an iced coffee, Tea latte, pup cup of whipped cream, and a few cake pops on sticks. You each grabbed what is intended for you ans give him a fat kiss on the cheek before returning to your corners of the house.

Joel blushes with a barely contained grin.

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[starrystella85]

Home Sweet Home Au (image and Au by: @MissMio)

Since the day you left that hell scape of a toy factory known as Playtime Co. you may have brought some stowaways with you, specifically Dogday, Catnap, Kissy, Huggy, Poppy, you get the idea. The human toy experiments that Playtime Co. created from their insane and sadistic imagination, honestly what were they thinking when they did this, anyways you took them home with you to your giant mansion in the woods, that your family owned thanks to not only the money you had made at Playtime Co. while it was still in operation, but because your family owned a huge marketing company that made millions. What was it named? Safe Heaven Toys LLC, funny really that your life revolved around toys.

On the drive home cause you had to make multiple trips during the night so no one would see the monstrosities that were once human in the back of your truck, you pulled into the driveway with the last of the toys, and as soon as you step inside Dogday and Catnap are the first to greet you.

"Welcome home Angel!" The orange stuffed dog said as his tail wagged violently through the air, his tone upbeat and energetic.

"Savior. . .welcome." The purple cat said in a more sleepy tone, but nonetheless excited to see you as his tail snaked it's way around your hips.

"hey guys. . .ugh. . ." You said to them before almost collapsing from the amount of sleep and sustenance you were deprived of, you were lucky that Carnap still had his tail wrapped around your hips to make sure you wouldn't fall face first.

"You need. . .rest now. . .Savior." Catnap stated and honestly you couldn't have agreed more. And so you were brought upstairs to the master bedroom, your room and placed on your king sized bed. As soon as you hit the mattress you pass out immediately, out like a damn light. It would take at least a week before you can recover from all the bullshit that you when through or so the toys thought. Apparently you only need like three days of sleep and a large portion of food, but other than that you were good.

Everyday for the next three days the toys would check on you, making sure that you were alright and well provided for, then just like that you were back on your feet ready to start the day. You've never felt *this* peaceful before, actually you've never felt *this* peaceful a day in your life since you were always moving and on the go, but it felt nice and finally having some company thanks to the living toys you didn't feel as lonely as you originally did before they came into your life.

"Angel how are you feeling now?" Dogday asks you know he's just doing it out of concern for you, he was always a sweet one, possessive? Maybe, but definitely sweet.

"I'm alright Dogday, I've just been doing one to many things that I crashed." You replied back to him, easing his worries, still there's a small glint in his eyes that say otherwise. "I'm being honest Dogday I'm fine." You told him as you began to scratch behind his ears making his foot do the weird moving thing. It was adorable to see and you couldn't help but scratch harder and harder which caused his tail to start thumping against the floor, causing a giggle to come out of your lips. Hearing your soft voice and fits of laughter caused a deep crimson blush to spread across Dogday's face. If he was given the chance he could listen to you all day, cause something about your voice just makes his heart flutter. Unfortunately the moment was short lived cause Catnap having a long ass tail like he does managed to snatch you up and drag you away from the loving pup that was Dogday.

"CATNAP!!! 💢" Yup Dogday was pissed as soon as you were stolen away from him. He tried searching all of the mansion but the mansion was to big and had one too many rooms that Catnap could use to hide, so the poor angry orange puppy gave up, but he swore if he saw that cat again he was going to teach him a lesson about stealing *HIS* angel away from him. Meanwhile Catnap and taken you to the more quiet areas of the house, mainly the ones you didn't have any use for and was just kinda sitting there gathering dust, except for a room that Catnap made to be his nesting spot. The room had a bunch of mattresses, blankets, pillows, and other soft plush-like materials he could find, half of them belonging to you, and the other half you don't know where in gods name he got it from. Probably stole it or something.

"hi Catnap." You said to the large purple cat as he looked at you while holding you within his arms. A faint purr came from his throat as his ears flicked, indicating that he acknowledges you.

"Savior. . ." He says. Ever since you saved him from, what would have been an unfortunate accident if you didn't intervene, was his near death encounter with 1006, and while he knows that he'll always be somewhat loyal to the prototype, he'll mostly be loyal to you just like, if more, the prototype.

Later you were wondering around aimlessly tell someone hugged you from behind. When you looked up you saw the blue huggable monster himself, Huggy Waggy. He'd changed since he and the other toys left the factory with you, and like Dogday, he was extremely clingy. It also didn't help that fact that whenever he looked at you he gave you this innocent little face as if saying "love me."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🏕️ camping || Bigby Wolf ||

A/n: My love for Bigby has returned, so I had to write some dad!Bigby things

Bigby didn't do camping, he spent enough of his life time in the woods so why the fuck would he do it willingly.

But then you asked which in turn got the pups excited and he couldn't say no to them which in turn lead to him driving his shitty ass truck to some shitty ass camp ground in upstate New York.

Rolling his neck, he parked the truck as he barely had a chance to tell the kids to stay safe.

"Hey! Don't go far." Bigby shouted as all seven of them rushed out of truck as then ran off to the lake to play in. Shaking his head he turned to find you sleeping. Letting his fingers caress your cheek his gaze softened. He was so lucky to have you, his best friend, the one he loved. "Red, we're here."

Blinking sleep from your eyes, you let out a yawn then turned to smile at him. "Thank you for doing this." Leaning forward you pressed your lips into his for a gentle kiss.

Humming, Bigby gave you a smile shaking his head as he placed one last kiss to the top of your head.

"You don't need to thank me, I can't say no to you let alone the kids."

Stepping out of the truck you raised your arms above your head. "Well I'll go check on them, do you need help setting up?"

"I'm good, go have fun with the kids."

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bigby glanced at the two tents. A smaller one for the kids than a much larger one a few feet away. He knew it was pointless though since he expected them to come to you half way in the night.

It was the choir of 'daddys' and 'dada' that snapped him out of his thoughts. Each of them jumping on his leg trying to knock him down.

"Come swim with us daddy!" One of them asked, she was already climbing up half way through his pant legs.

Grabbing her by the scruff he then set her down rubbing the bridge of his nose. "What did I say about shifting in public places."

Bigby looked over his children, half of them in their tiny wolf forms as the others stayed as normal humans.

"Don't." They chimed.

"So why-."

"Mommy said we could."

Letting out a grunt he then dropped his shoulders nodding his head. While it might be safe for them, he knew he had no chance to due to his size. "Come on let's go swimming...but do not leave my side."

"Yay!!!"

Catching his breath, Bigby sat next to you in one of the chairs as the kids continued to play and splash around in the lake. "How do they have so much energy?"

Snorting, you closed the book you were reading as your head then rested on his chest. "They are children Bigby."

Letting his arm wrap around your waist he then closed his eyes. "Not to mention they are part wolf."

Smiling you closed your eyes enjoying the sound of your husband's heart beat, of your children's laughter as you fell asleep.

You weren't quite sure how long you slept but it was night time, the sun long set as the kids were gathered around the campfire listing intensely to whatever story there was telling them.

"I see sleeping beauty is finally awake."

Shaking your head, you pulled your chair giving Bigby a look as one of the kids crawled into your lap.

"Please, don't stop on my account."

Giving you a grin, Bigby retuned to his story. Your gaze fixated on him.

While some of the people in fable town may still not trust Bigby, a few may still hate him. He had you and his children. The ones that mattered most.

He might be known as the Big Bad Wolf but to you he was your loving husband, an amazing father.

And nothing will ever change that.

[jrswritings]

Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Twenty-Two- Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with the Chapters 1-21 on the Masterlist! :)

Chapter Twenty-Two - Haggard, Jennings, and Strait

You had just left the gas station a couple of hours away from the small town where Auntie B lived, starting your journey to your parent's house. While you were filled with excitement, you were also quite nervous. You hadn’t brought any man home to your parents since your ex, Derek. Your parents were in love with Derek more than you think you were. They viewed him as the perfect boyfriend for you. He was pursuing a law degree and planned to have his firm in the Big Apple. 

Your parents listened to you, but there were times you felt your words landed on deaf ears for what you wanted in life. Every parent wants their child to be happy and successful in life, but everyone views success differently. 

While accelerating onto the highway, you leaned against the armrest and gripped the wheel tightly. In all honesty, it wasn’t just nerves you were feeling; you were scared, too. 

Tyler decided to lean his seat back and put his hat to cover his face, in hopes of taking a brief nap. You slid one of your earbuds into your right ear and selected a random playlist from your ever-growing list of music. The piano intro of Merle Haggard’s ‘That’s the Way Love Goes’ flooded your ear. You hummed along softly, but it was one of your favorite songs of Merle’s so it was hard to not sing along. 

“That’s the way love goes, babe, that’s the music God made, for all the world to sing, it’s never old, it grows,” you sang softly,  “Losing makes me sorry, you say, honey, now don’t worry, don’t you know I love you too, and that’s the way love goes.” 

Little did you know, Tyler was not asleep beside you but was listening to you the whole time. You grew up listening to Haggard, Jennings, and Strait so it brought you back to a time when life was simpler. 

Your phone dinged and your phone read it to you in your ear.

“A text from Mom, hey honey, what time do you think you will be at Uncle Oliver’s? Say what you’d like to respond with.” 

“In an hour or so,” you said, “Who’s driving the truck and trailer?” 

After it was sent, the fiddle on ‘Amarillo By Morning’ took over. You slightly started to rock your shoulders while listening, your fingers tapping the beat of the song on the steering wheel. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tyler shuffle, glancing over you noticed he was disconnecting your phone from your ear bud and connecting it to the truck. 

“What? I like this song, too,” he said, turning the volume up.

“Ah, okay,” you laughed softly. 

“They took my saddle in Houston, broke my leg in Santa Fe, lost my wife and a girlfriend somewhere along the way,” he sang, sitting up in his seat, “But I’ll be lookin’ for eight when they pull that gate and I hope that judge ain’t blind. Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s on my mind.” 

“I never took you for much of a singer, Owens,” you said, turning the radio down slightly. 

“Auntie B and my Mom would always have music playing, no matter the time,” he said, “Especially if it was classic country. They always played Alabama and Johnny Cash.” 

“Sounds like my household,” you chuckled, “Hence why my boys are named Waylon and Willie.” 

“Same for Cash, ain’t that right, bud?” He asked, turning around and seeing his dog passed out in the backseat peacefully. 

“He’s had a lot of excitement the last 24 hours, babe,” you said, “Let the poor pup sleep.” 

“I know,” he said softly, reaching his hand over and placing it on yours, “My last few days have been a lot of excitement, too.” 

“I bet, you’re with one crazy lady,” you laughed. 

“The only thing she doesn’t know is that I’m crazier,” he laughed. 

Your phone dinged again, this time it playing over the truck sound system. 

“A text from Mom, your father planned on having you drive and use your truck, then we’d have your boyfriend help out with some of the manual labor. You know we have to see if he is even worth your time. Say what you’d like to respond with.”

You pressed the button on the screen to not send a reply. 

“Well that isn’t embarrassing at all,” you groaned, rubbing your forehead while turning off the main highway. 

“It’s okay, they just want to see if I’m good enough for you,” he said, “Normal protective parenting.” 

“That’s what you think,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Just wait until they bring up my ex and won’t stop talking about them.” 

“Why do they like him so much since he broke your heart?” Tyler asked, squeezing your hand gently. 

“Because in their eyes he was the perfect boyfriend,” you mocked your parent's tone, “Meanwhile our relationship was far from perfect. I’m glad he cheated, even though it did give me trust issues.” 

“Okay, now I’m lost,” he said, leaning to be facing you slightly. 

“As much as my parents viewed him as perfect, after year two I was starting to fall out of love with him. We would fight, a lot and about the dumbest things. I’d want to go listen to bands and dance in downtown Salado, yet he would want to go to the city and bar-hop with his college friends,” you said, your mind going back to how those days made you feel, “He’d be gone to the cities for a whole weekend if not longer sometimes. He never helped out with the farm chores when we’d go to my parents. It’d just be that his soft little hands can’t get rough, it doesn’t look good in a courtroom.” 

“Was he going to be a judge or something?” Tyler asked.

“Lawyer,” you said, “My parents viewed him as going to be quite successful and would make me happy my whole life. So, I swallowed my pride and stayed with him to make them happy.” 

“Why though? If you were miserable,” he started to say.

“Because back then I was a people pleaser,” you snapped, “And others abused that so I’ve been working on not being one.” 

“I see,” he said quietly. 

“But what I view as being happy isn’t what they view, so I just suffered until I had an actual reason to leave him,” you said, pulling into a rest stop and putting the truck in park. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that for that long, baby,” he said softly, reaching over and moving a piece of hair from your face. 

“It is what it is, Ty,” you sighed, resting your forehead on the top of the steering wheel, “I’ve moved past it to what actually makes me happy.” 

“I make you happy?” He asked, a smirk coming to his face. 

“Yes, you dummy,” you said while sitting up and smacking his chest lightly, “I wouldn’t have said yes if you didn’t.” 

“I suppose you’re right,” he chuckled, kissing the back of your hand. 

“Are you okay to drive? I need to text my mom that we’ll be there in twenty and I need to calm down so I don’t lose it the next couple of days,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt. 

“Anything for you babe,” he said, “I’d rather not have to bail you out of jail.” 

“I wouldn’t kill anyone, just say some not-nice things,” you said, opening your door and sliding out of your seat. 

“That’s what they all say,” he chuckled, getting out of his side of the truck to go around to the driver's side. 

While you messaged your mom back that you’d be there soon, you leaned the seat back slightly and rubbed your face with your fingers. There was a reason you rarely visited your family, and this was it. The home wasn’t a happy place anymore without James there. Your view of life changed, along with what priorities you had. You moved to stay focused on one thing and one thing only. Yourself.

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Can he get any cuter?? I'm so happy to see some Al content in this website, I mean, LOOK AT HIM 🥹😭💜

Al dancing: The gif

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Zuma Appreciation Week - Day 5 (Skipping day 4 because it'll be posted later some other day), Favorite Outfit

Okay, THIS ONE I won't make art for it because I need to focus my still very limited time of using my laptop for other urgent commissions (got another tattoo to draw for and a whole wedding card to design!). Too bad I couldn't buy my second laptop earlier, it won't be here until the 18th and that's just the ETA, it might be delivered later (or sooner, hopefully).

I also don't have a favorite Zuma outfit. I swear I went through the entire list like seven times since when I first came up with the prompts ideas and I still can't pick...

So I'll make a top 5. No specific order.

Ready Race Rescue racing suit is of course one of my favorites. I always loved racing sports, I'm not an expert but I enjoy it and have fun watching. I still need to get the chance that Brazilian Paramount FINALLY put this special up in their list, to finally watch it in the Brazilian Portuguese dub - and have my dad watch it too, I got my love for racing sports from him XD

The First Movie outfit is really cool in my eyes too. It doesn't go too far from the classic one, but still has that cool factor, y'know? Plus I love glowy/neon lines, it totally won me over instantly.

With that mentioned, I can't go about glowy lines without including the Mighty Movie powered up suit! FOR ME, THIS IS LIKE GIVING ME A WHOLE SEASONED SALAD BOWL, I'll eat it up like it's the most delicious thing in the world-- This glowy suit feeds my glowy-lover soul, excellent feast 😂👌🏽

And they managed to work ORANGE glow, it's so easy to go a tiny bit overboard and it suddenly becomes red or yellow... Trust me, it's hard to get a good orange glow on things!

Can't leave the Aqua Pups diving suit out of this top 5 ever either, for the same reason!! It has the absolute glow-in-the-dark vibe I love so much, I really wish we'd get to see more of Aqua Pups. It felt like a step further from Sea Patrol, now going fully underwater deep ocean, AND GLOWY SUITS LIKE THEY'RE SOME KIND OF BIOLUMINESCENT CREATURES, I LOVE IT--

And finally, Big Truck Pups! I love their trucker uniforms SO MUCH. They're simple, yet with a nice cool factor, the jackets look awesome, all their colors going really well with the black shirts and gloves, plus the trucker caps! When I get to work on my Zuma looks, one of them will totally be inspired on his trucker outfit and I'll make sure to get a cap and customize it like his trucker one (I want the Sea Patrol cap too). Nickelodeon is totally missing on offering these caps as official products, I'd make sure to buy originals no matter HOW if they would just do that.

AND LAST AS AN HONORABLE MENTION: First movie re-imagined classic outfit!

Not gonna lie, I like it better than the show's classic one XD It's technically the same, but a little bit more worked/detailed, which I like it a lot. I like getting to see details on things!

[shibasparklez]

He’s just so cute 😭

[knoepfl]

A Wolf in Need

Characters:

Clawd Wolf

Female Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: Mild mentions of illness, caretaking.

Masterlist

Words: 1024

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The news spread through the halls of Monster High faster than expected: Clawd Wolf had come down with a nasty cold. For the strong and tough casketball captain, being bedridden was a rarity. But when you heard the rumors, your first instinct was to rush to his side.

You made your way to his dorm, the thought of Clawd lying there alone tugging at your heart. As you approached his door, you could hear the faint sound of a soft whimper—like a hurt puppy. You paused for a moment, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Clawd wasn’t used to showing vulnerability, but you knew the strong-willed werewolves could sometimes be the biggest softies when they weren’t feeling well.

With a gentle knock, you called out, “Clawd? It’s me.”

You didn’t wait for a reply as you opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The sight that greeted you made your heart ache. Clawd was lying on his bed, his usually vibrant form looking far too pale and exhausted. He had a blanket draped over him, but even so, you could see the slight shivers running through his body. His hair was a mess, and his golden eyes were dim as they met yours.

“Babe…” he murmured, his voice raspy and weak, followed by a soft whine that made him sound like a hurt pup. “I didn’t want you to see me like this…”

You shook your head, stepping forward and kneeling beside his bed. “You think I’d just leave you to suffer alone? No way, Clawd. I’m here to take care of you.”

His lips twitched into a small, grateful smile, but he still looked miserable as he curled up tighter under the blankets. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he admitted with another soft whimper.

You reached out and gently stroked his cheek, your heart breaking a little at how vulnerable he seemed. “I know, baby. I brought you something, though,” you said, holding up a small wrapped package. “A little something to help with that werewolf appetite.”

Clawd’s nose twitched as the scent hit him, his eyes perking up slightly. You unwrapped the package to reveal a tender piece of meat—something you knew would help perk him up. You handed it to him, watching as he weakly took it from your hand and bit into it. His eyes softened, and a quiet rumble of appreciation escaped his chest.

“Thanks,” he murmured between bites, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was…”

You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him eat for a moment before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. His body immediately responded to your touch, relaxing under your gentle strokes. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, leaning into your hand.

“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his voice a little drowsy.

“Of course I am,” you said softly, continuing to massage his scalp, “because I care about you. And I’m not going to let my big, strong werewolf suffer alone.”

Clawd let out a soft chuckle, though it was interrupted by a small cough. He whimpered again, and you could tell his throat was sore, his body aching from the fever. Without hesitation, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

“You’re burning up,” you murmured, brushing his hair back. “I’ll get you some cold water.”

Clawd’s hand reached out and weakly grabbed yours, his grip surprisingly gentle. “Stay,” he pleaded softly, looking at you with those big, puppy-like eyes. “Just for a little while.”

Your heart melted at the sight of him. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike the confident casketball captain everyone else knew. This was a side of him that only you got to see, and it made you want to hold him close until he felt better.

You smiled and sat back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders as you settled beside him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, continuing to run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he loved.

Clawd let out a soft, contented sound, somewhere between a purr and a growl, as he nuzzled into your touch. His body relaxed more with each passing moment, his breathing evening out as you stroked his hair. Despite the fever and the discomfort, he seemed to find some peace in your presence.

“Feels nice…” he muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the pillow.

You smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’ll feel better soon. I’ll take care of you.”

Clawd let out another soft whimper, but this time it was more of a contented sound, like he was comforted by your words. “You’re too good to me,” he said quietly, his eyes fluttering shut.

You continued to soothe him with soft touches, gently rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair. Every now and then, Clawd would make a small, puppy-like sound of appreciation, letting you know he was enjoying the attention. It was a side of him that only you got to see, and you couldn’t help but feel a little privileged to be the one who could take care of him like this.

Eventually, Clawd’s breathing evened out, and you realized he had fallen asleep, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion. You smiled softly, watching him for a moment before leaning down to press another kiss to his forehead.

“Rest up, my big, brave werewolf,” you whispered, tucking the blanket around him. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

As Clawd slept, you sat beside him, keeping a watchful eye on him and making sure he stayed comfortable. You couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering alone, and you were determined to stay by his side until he was back to his usual strong and confident self.

But for now, it was enough to see him at peace, knowing that he felt safe and loved in your care.

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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this sweet and tender moment between Clawd and his girlfriend (Reader)! It’s always nice to see the softer side of a tough werewolf, especially when he’s not feeling well. If you have any other requests, feel free to share!

[purelyfiction]

stars in a line - robert 'bob' floyd x f!reader

Word Count: 1,207 words

Summary: Chicken's in the skillet, ice in the drink, head's in the clouds, diamond's in the rough, he's in a Chevy and I'm in love // Tips in the apron, hair's in a braid, Mercury's all in retrograde // He's in a T-shirt all cleaned up, Good lord almighty, mama don't wait up // Chills down my spine, hearts on the line, He's all mine and I'm in love

Content Warning: fluff!! also note of animal abandonment

Author Note: another round for @ohtobeleah 's galentines writings :))))))

the familiar rumble of the older engine makes your features split with a smile. when bob had told you he was gonna drive his truck from montana to california you thought he was losing his mind.

then he'd explained why he was so insistent.

that he'd taken you out in that '87 Chevy all those years ago. after weeks of coming into the diner you worked in after school, dozens and dozens of milkshake and fry basket combos (and subsequent heartburn) just so he could hang out with you. he'd gotten up the nerve to finally ask you out. that truck had been your front row seats at the drive in watching a rerun of some old army movie his dad had recommended.

he'd taken the two of you to prom in that truck. to high school graduation, your college graduation. when the engine died on you while he was stationed in atlanta he'd taught you how to fix the thing via facetime.

beverly the chevy had been there for so many of your big moments. she'd been the reason why bob ended up buying the house that you stood contently in.

'bev is gonna need a place out of the elements if she's gonna stay top notch.'

this house had been the only one with a two car garage. one side for bev and one side for your car.

now when the engine rumbles echoed in the garage and made the older house vibrate, you couldn't help but grin. the sizzling of chicken in a skillet on the stove greets bob when he steps into the kitchen. he's greeted with the smell and a bottle of wine in a pile of ice in the sink. the door to the garage shuts, and you glance over your shoulder. when you do, you're witnessing the brown paper bouquet in his hands, white t-shirt on his shoulders, levis hugging his waist, trucker cap right where it belongs. he knows what this does to you. it's a simple look, nothing more than the basics but that's what does it. it highlights him. the man you love, bare bones and all.

the same man you fell for in that truck bed all those years ago.

he slides his boots off and wraps his arms around you from behind you, showing off the flowers he carried in. "happy flowers to you," he's humming now, making you giggle as his arms tight around you start bouncing you back and forth as he sings to the tune of 'happy birthday', "happy flowers to you, happy flowers, happy flowers, to my valentine youuuuuu" he punctuates the end of the song with a sloppy kiss to your cheek as you ease the weight of the florals from his hand.

"these are stunning, bo." you grin as he lets go, letting you turn to face him fully as he smiles.

"i know, i picked 'em cause they remind me of you." bob grins before pressing a quick kiss to your lips, barely pulling back when he speaks again, "happy valentines, sweet girl." you repeat the sentiment before he takes the arrangement and starts to get them into water.

you can't help but stare as he begins trimming the ends of each stem, easing them into the vase. you can smell the freshness of his body wash, having showered on base before he came home to you. couldn't waste time on your night together - and he knew it. the combination on him is near lethal to you. if you weren't actively cooking dinner, the counter would have been supplying a different kind of heat to the kitchen.

"i bought you something!" you nearly startle him with your sudden announcement, the reminder of your gift hitting you as you watch him. running down the hall causes the pup in the living room to chase after you, causing you and bob to both laugh.

shadow had been an unplanned addition to your lives because the poor pup appeared on your back deck one night. the collar on his neck held your current address. the previous owners had barely been involved with the process of the sale, so you didn't have their contact information to tell them hey assholes, you left your dog.

so, you and bob joked that the house came with a guardian, a black lab and german shepherd mix (bob got his dna tested out of infuriating curiosity). he quickly clung to the two of you - thus 'shadow'.

you lug the box into the kitchen, where bob has kept an eye on the meal you had recklessly abandoned. looking at you he huffs a gasp. "sweet girl, this is unnecessary." he laughs, taking the wrapped gift from your arms and sliding it onto the counter. still, he tears into it and reveals the milkshake maker, making him laugh, looking over at you with a grin. "that why you got your hair all done like this?" he grins, his fingers moving over the braid you'd plaited this morning.

"maybe." you hum, kissing his cheek as he looks over the box holding the machine. that diner the two of you met in had closed not long after you moved to san diego. you'd spent hours there and he'd once complimented the ribbon in your hair when it was woven into the braid on your head. recently, bob had mentioned how he'd missed those milkshakes they'd always made him.

he grins, before tucking his hand into his pocket. "hold out your hand." you hold it out as he asks, palm up. what he sets into your palm catches you off guard.

you'd been expecting something small, likely a jewelry box or something, like the years before.

instead a little metal circle is dropped into your palm. shining and glimmering. diamonds along it like stars in a line. your spine is electrified with chills, as your jaw drops as you look at him in awe. "bob, what-you-"

"i can get on my knee if you want, i'm just- i'm so in love with you. i'm truly in awe of you and how valid you make me feel. how valued and cherished i feel - how you listen," his head nods to the machine on the counter, "and you care and you never fail to be the best. just simply the best. i hope that i am for you-"

cutting him off you speak, "and you are," he laughs.

"then i wanna continue being that for you. for forever." you're sliding the new piece of jewelry onto your ring finger before he can get the words out, your arms slinking around his shoulders and linking your lips with his.

when you pull back, you grin.

"you're mine. i'm all yours and i'm in love. i'm so in love with you. with our life and the path we're on." you whisper. his hand takes a hold of your arm before the two of you jump at the sound of a smoke detector, both of you scrambling to clear the kitchen of smoke.

when the alarm is off and the burnt chicken is tossed, you smirk as you pull ice cream from the fridge.

"ice cream for dinner?" you try. bob grins.

"how about milkshakes instead?"

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

The Girl Next Door

Pairing: Crazy!Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Notes: This is accidetally a series maybe from he request I recived about the movie The Boy Next Door? I cannot start another series but here I am apparently

Hi! I promise you I'm writing. Like my inbox is full! But this has been the craziest week and it's going to be that way for a little longer and I just don't to right write now and it's f r u s t r a t i n g

P.S I wrote the right write in the wrong place hahahaha

Eddie looks up from his weeds as a large moving truck backs up to the garage of the house next door. It had been empty for a couple months after the Andersons had moved out and they’d been trying to sell it. 

There was nothing wrong with it, they just wanted too freaking much, and when they finally came down in price, it got snatched up pretty quickly. It was an overall nice house, he’d been inside it before, two beds two baths, a freaking pool. He’d have to get in good with the new family that lived there… and what perfect way than to offer a little help unloading. 

He stands up, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and stretching a little. The white tank top he’s in is already covered in dirt anyway, no need to change. He dusts off his gloves as he walks toward the new owners, rehearsing his “welcome to the neighborhood” speech in his head 

“Hi I’m Eddie, wow your wife has amazing taste in furniture!” He mumbles to himself as he walks up to the truck. He drags his hand along the side of it as he comes around to the closed hatch 

“Hi there!” He calls out to the man who’s standing in front of it “Eddie Diaz” he holds his hand out 

“Kent” He shakes Eddie’s hand “Jonathan, You live close by?” He looks around at the surrounding houses 

“Actually-“ Eddie throws a thumb back “Right there. Thought I’d be neighborly, maybe offer some help for a bit?” 

“Oh man that would be so cool if you could” He grips his shoulder, smiling. Jonathan seems nice enough, he’s a bit older, maybe in his mid-40s. His hair started to grey a bit but he still looks pretty good. 

He pulls out the ramp and Eddie walks up first, throwing the large door open and taking a second to look at everything. 

It’s all very… girly. And that’s really the only way he can explain it, but it looks so meticulously picked out, everything matches something, you can clearly see the bedroom furniture pieces and living room pieces

“Your wife has interesting tastes” He comments, because what the hell else do you say… she must be a young thing with the sheer amount of different freaking colors. 

Well damn good for you Jonathan. 

“Oh! This isn’t my wife’s stuff, this is-“ 

He’s interrupted by a loud honking noise as a car comes speeding down the road, a powder blue Volkswagen bug with a tan hood down comes screeching to a halt. Some song with a good beat is playing loudly in a language he can’t even understand 

“We’re here!!” He hears a voice cheer and a dog barking from outside of the truck. 

“There she is” Jonathan chuckles as he walks around the side of the truck. Before Eddie can even exit the truck he’s knocked over onto a couch by a large ball of fur that’s decided he’s the perfect place to sit down. He holds the dog in his arms, who apparently has no problem with the fact that he’s a complete stranger 

“Hey! Vulpix get back here!!” Eddie can hear footsteps but he can’t see who they belong to around the panting pup in his lap 

“Vulpix! Get off you crazy jerk!” You snap your fingers and “Vulpix” your Labrador Retriever jumps down and comes over to sit at your feet with a big huff 

“I’m so sorry I thought it was just us, so I let go of the leash! He’s been dying to get on the truck. I think he likes the ramp.” 

Eddie honestly stopped listening at “Vulpix” his heart must have fully stopped beating as he stared at you. You’re smaller than he is, so much smaller actually he wonders how you handle all that dog. He wonders if you need help handling all that dog 

Do you have a boyfriend? It doesn’t fucking matter, he can get past that. 

Is Jonathan your boyfriend?? No. No, he’s probably your father… that’s probably what he was going to say. Wait- fuck wait 

“I’m Y/N!” He zones back in just in time, looking at your hand out in front of him. He takes it and gets off of your couch, your very fluffy couch. He really hopes he didn’t get any dirt on it 

“Eddie” He shakes your hand a bit dumbly, he’s melting more and more with every word out of your mouth, you could be reading the dictionary and he’d know every definition by heart 

He’s still shaking your hand as your father comes over now, rubbing Vulpix’s head. 

“Mr. Diaz graciously offered to help move you in honey! Sorry for the interruption Eddie, but this is my daughter, she’s the one moving here”

Eddie nods at your dad… still shaking your hand. You tilt your head at him, a little smirk on your face 

“You maybe wanna let go? So we can get started?” 

No, no he didn’t want to let go. No way in hell was he ever letting go. You didn’t know it yet, but god did Y/N Diaz have a nice little ring to it… 

A few hours later and you’re all sprawled out on the living room furniture. Eddie purposely sat on the couch with you so you’d put your legs up in his lap, actually, he put them in his lap on his own, you’d put your feet on the floor when you flopped down and he pulled them right up, saying it was your couch, your house and he was cool with it. 

So, freaking cool with it.

“Dinners on me kids, you want anything in particular?” Your dad asks from the floor and you groan sorely as you turn to look at Eddie 

“You’re the expert, any ideas?” 

“I mean I wouldn’t say I’m an expert” He rubs your leg subtly, his fingers tracing over the smooth skin, like he’s just absentmindedly thinking

“I mean, pizza feels like moving food not gonna lie” He chuckles and you give him a thumbs-up

“Hard agree. Got any good places around here?” You pull out your phone and start looking at places and he eases your phone from your hands and sets it down on your torso 

“Leo’s is literally the best, I can place the order and pick it up. That’ll give us all time to freshen up and maybe we can eat it at my place in 45 minutes? You know, where there are plates?” 

You kick at his thigh and he smirks, using that as an excuse to slap your thigh back, just so he can feel you, his hand lingers there as he looks up at you with a devilish smirk. The sound of his palm hitting your skin sends a shiver up his spine because he could think of so many other things he’d love to listen to 

“Plates sound great,” you say sassily, putting your hands on your hips and he gets up, letting your feet fall to the floor. Jonathan hands him a $50 and points at him 

“Now don’t you go running off with that” he jokes and Eddie smiles and slips his hands into his pockets 

“How could I?” He backs up toward the door and pushes it open with his side “You know where I live” 

His heart flutters when you laugh, it makes him kinda dizzy and very giddy. He leaves your house and jogs over to his own to take a shower. He orders the pizza and tosses his phone onto the bed before closing his curtains, he’s thinking ahead this time, planning just a little more than usual. 

Because your bedrooms are across from one another. 

He peeks through the curtains real quick just making sure it was the same setup he was used to from the old neighbors. He’s not really sure why he’s second-guessing that as he wanders into the bathroom and starts stripping down slowly, he’ll admit it, he purposely put the boxes marked “bedroom” in that room. They’d been using it as an office, and seeing as the two rooms were basically the same size… he just thought he’d give you a little push in the right direction. 

Stepping into the shower and letting the cool water rain down over his head, He turns it colder as his thoughts drift over to you because how could they not? He’d been watching you bend over and lift those boxes all afternoon, those tight yoga shorts had him disappearing faster into the truck and helping your dad bring in the couches faster than it took him to get the boner in the first place 

He presses his fist to the shower wall and rests his forehead against it 

“Shit. Shit” He curses as he grabs his cock, stroking his soapy hand over it. He pants against the wall as he tugs on his cock, jerking it quickly, he doesn’t have the time to be leisurely about this, you’re waiting. 

He thrusts his hips, groaning deeply as he fucks his hand. If he thinks hard enough he can imagine your smaller hand, wrapped around his cock, your bare chest pressed to his as you giggle like a little cutie and tease him

He can imagine thrusting between your thighs, feeling your clit rubbing against his cock as he thrusts faster and gets you both off. He wonders if you’re a virgin, he hopes you are for his own sake really. Because imagining other men touching you? Another man putting his disgusting ass hands on his baby. He grunts angrily as his fist comes up to slam against the shower wall, the doors shake a little as his shoulders heave, and his mind is all over the place, switching between still dreaming of you underneath him, squirming and crying as he impales you in the shower and wondering if another man has had you before 

He’d make you pay for that, just a little. 

He finishes washing up and shuts off the shower, he ruined it on his own really. He could have finished and been satisfied but nooo… he had to think of other shit. He steps out of the shower, wraps the towel around his waist, and walks over to the vanity 

“Come on man, get it together” He scolds his reflection as he leans over the sink, his palms flat on the counter. He takes another towel and fluffs his hair, trying to dry it when he hears the doorbell 

“Are you-“ he looks around for a second, but all of his clothes are in the dryer. Well, shit this is about to be awkward. He fastens the towel around his waist as tight as he can and puts the other around his neck. The doorbell rings again and he rolls his eyes 

“I’m coming!” He yells as he strides down the corridor 

“Jesus-“ he swings the door open and there you stand, holding a backpack in front of you

“Hey sorry, I was wondering if-“ Your mouth falls open a little as you stare at the Adonis in front of you. His towel came loose as he was walking, allowing the nearly perfect framing of the deep v-shape of his body. The happy trail nearly sends you into cardiac arrest as Eddie leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and studying his nails 

“You know…” he makes his voice deeper and he can see the little shiver that goes through you as it drops an octave or two 

“I’d let you take a picture if you asked nicely”

“Huh?” You stare at him a little dumbly and he can feel his serotonin shooting through the roof. He puts his finger under your chin and closes your mouth 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered” He steps aside and reaches for your arm, pulling you slowly into his house 

“What a stupid lamb” He mumbles as he shuts the door and walks away from you. It’s taking every bone in his body not to drag you into his bedroom lock the door and never let you out 

“Patience Eddie…” He reprimands that caged animal within him, jumping at the chance of you two being alone 

“So whenever you can talk again-” He starts to walk back to his room “You just let me know what you need sweet thing” 

He purposely starts to mess with his towel before he gets into his bedroom, and the way he looks back at you, his eyes flashing with a deep-seated hunger? He can swear he almost sees the same look in yours. 

He’s almost done getting ready when there’s the littlest knock at his door, he snorts as he pulls his jeans over his ass and zips them 

“Come in” 

The door creeks open and he turns around, grabbing his shirt from the bed and smiling at you 

“What can I do for you?” 

He grins as you walk in with your eyes shut, feeling around so you don’t walk into anything. He takes the opportunity to step forward and your palms collide with his chest. He captures them before you can yank them away and your eyes pop open as you feel his pecks under your hands 

“Uhh- um??“ you stammer and he looks down at you, stepping closer. Fuck he loves your size difference 

“You realize by the time you finally get out whatever it is that you need, I’m going to have to leave to pick up the pizza?” 

He lets go of one of your hands and strokes your cheek with the back of his finger before he tilts your chin up to him 

“Come on Y/N,” He says it just the littlest bit sternly and he grins at the way you melt a little, blinking slowly. Good, you can take direction… that’s going to be important. 

“Can I use your shower?” 

Now it’s his turn to be a complete mess. You?? You want to use his shower??

“I'm done for the day, pretty tired. My dad is setting up my bed frame and I don’t want to go to bed dirty and you have everything I’ll need and I know it’s a lot to ask considering-“

“Down the hall to the left” He interrupts you, and he doesn’t want to because he loves hearing you babble… but his jeans are starting to get a little tight and if you don’t leave the room he’s going to jump you, he’s going to throw you down on that bed and- 

“Thank you!! Thank you so so much!” You scurry from his bedroom/

He knows he fucking knows this is dangerous. But he also knows it’s his damn house and he can do as he pleases 

Kind of. 

The door hinges won’t squeak, he’s sure they won’t he’d just fixed and oiled them up a few days ago. He pushes the door open just a few inches, testing it before opening it just wide enough to slip in. You’re singing that same song from earlier and he’s getting distracted by the sweet sounds of your voice and oddly impressed you know the lyrics 

“Fucking focus” He growls at himself as he hides behind the closet wall. He peeks around the corner, he knows you won’t see him…not from this angle. 

But fuck can he see you

He palms at the front of his jeans and unzips them slowly while pulling out his cock, the tip leaks onto the floor as he starts to stroke himself. He watches you shampooing your hair, your breasts bouncing as you scrub it in. 

He’d shampoo your hair for you, condition it too, and help you rinse the soap from your body. His hand moves faster as he dreams of holding the detachable head to your clit and watching you shudder and shake in his arms as he makes sure you’re nice and clean down there. 

He bites down on his fist as he cums hard in his hand, he hasn’t cum like this in a long time. He feels like a stupid teenager as he desperately fucks his hand and fights not to moan your name. 

His legs are jello as he leans against the wall, his heart pounding in his chest. His head tilts back as he stares into space, enjoying the steamy atmosphere of the room as he comes down from his high 

He looks down at his hands, wiping them on the front of his jeans quickly (great he has to freaking change) when he notices it 

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck fuck shit fuck” He breathes as he snatches your panties from the floor and slips from the bathroom and quietly shuts the door. 

“Maybe she won’t notice. Maybe it’s fine” he holds the pink cotton in his hands and looks at the cum stains on it. It… looks so fucking good there and it takes a second for him to snap out of it before he decides to get off with them all over again. 

“It’s. Fine.” He takes a deep breath “So fine.”

He decides to change his jeans and stuff your panties in the bottom of his hamper. He’ll clean them and return them! You know- eventually. But it’s fine, you won’t notice, you won't question it and it’s fine” 

Getting out of the danger zone is probably the best idea. He goes into the kitchen and stands at the counter, flexing his fingers before pouring himself a cup of lemonade. Personally, he’d like something a bit stronger to take the edge off but hey he has to drive. He’s just going over his monitor set up when he hears the soft pad of your feet coming down the hallway, your backpack in your hands once again

“Seriously, thanks again for everything” you sigh as you walk over to him, he can feel the warmth of the shower you were just in radiating from your body

“Yeah no, no it’s not a problem I keep telling you. It’s nice to have a new neighbor.” He sips his lemonade, watching you turn your head to the side as you look out of the kitchen window. Were you seriously not going to say anything about the fact that you were absolutely missing your underwear? Did you even notice he wonders? Maybe you didn’t… huh. 

 Eddie entrusts you with his house key as he goes to pick up the pizza, he walks you back over to your house and your father volunteers to go with him, to give you some space to unpack a few things or to just breathe for a bit. 

“You know, I’m glad we met Eddie. You seem like a pretty okay guy”

Jonathan holds the pizzas in his lap on the way back home and Eddie smiles 

“That means a lot, sir. You know you two seem pretty okay yourselves.” He jokes as he turns onto your street. 

“As a dad, I- well I worry about my little girl you know? One day I’m teaching her how to ride a bike and the next she's moving into a place all on her own. I’m worried about her… and, I hope it’s not too much to ask Eddie, he’ll it already seems like  it is.”

“Hey, you can ask me anything. Honestly.” He keeps his tone smooth and level, turning his head to look at him for a second. 

“I think she’d kill me if she knew I asked so maybe we keep this between us… would you look out for her? Just kinda check in from time to time maybe?”

It’s like this relationship has been handed to him on a silver platter. He pulls into his driveway and turns off the car, holding onto the gearshift for a moment. Her father already trusted him, and honestly, that was the biggest hurdle he was worried about. 

“Mr. Kent, it would be my honor to watch out for your little girl. I’m a firefighter, it’s kind of what I do”

Jonathan chuckles and pats Eddie’s hand “Enough with the Mr. Kent, it’s a little stuffy for my tastes, son. Jonathan or John is perfectly fine”

“Hey, have you seen my phone anywhere?” You pop your head into the kitchen and Eddie shrugs 

“No sorry, uh you good with three to start?” 

“Yeah sure, I’ll have my dad call it again I guess”

His fingers are practically itching as he looks down at your phone further back on the counter… you weren’t going to be back for a few minutes and that was enough time he was sure of it, he knew this process like the back of his hand. Just…hold the volume buttons and click the side three times and his software would show up. Really all it took was him placing his phone on top of yours and it would do the rest for him 

It was absolutely for your safety, you were new here. He needed to know where you were and who you were with, your father asked him to look out for you after all. And who was he to deny a worried father? 

[100%] flashes across the screen and Eddie slots his phone back in his pocket. He’d have to set it up within the next four hours before it erased itself. He puts a few napkins over it and goes back to plating the food when it starts ringing 

“Oh, there it is!” You laugh as you come back around into the kitchen 

“Aw shit, sorry sweetheart, I must’ve  covered it earlier” he hands you your plate and picks up the other two and you smile at him, bumping his side with yours 

“You big jerk, how do I know you weren’t creeping through it?” You laugh as he follows you into the living room 

“Who me? Worried I’ll see your internet history?” He grins devilishly as he sets both plates down and your father slides one over 

“I don’t think I want to know what you two are talking about” He chuckles as he digs in. It’s pleasant getting to know you, he tries not to seem like he’s hanging from your every word, your every breath, especially with your father sitting right there. 

No, he needs to play it cool 

“So first night in your house all alone kiddo, you excited?” 

“Kinda” you smile a little “Also kinda nervous. I’m glad I have Vulpix with me…” You look down at your pizza for a minute, because it’s sinking you will be alone for the first time tonight 

“Hey you have me too” Eddie reaches out and rests his hand on your arm, squeezing lightly

“You have my number and I’m right across the lawn! You call me anytime and I’ll come right over okay?” 

“Oh come on Eddie” you scoff a little, missing the way his eyes darken when you move your arm to eat your pizza 

“There’s no way I’m bothering you! You just helped a complete stranger move in, let me use your shower, and went and got us dinner” you list, ticking off your fingers 

“That your dad paid for” he chuckles lightly, sipping his drink 

“Okay so? I couldn’t ask any more of you! I doubt we’ll even talk much after this” You smile a little sadly and he has to take a minute to reign it in, he doesn’t even blink, just kind of stares at his cup for a second 

“I didn’t- that was rude-“ you start, putting your hands up and he comes back, his head snapping up to you 

“No no- god no it wasn’t you’re- you’re probably right. I doubt you want to stay in contact with me and-“

“Uh more like the other way around!” You laugh “Of course I want us to be friends” 

“So do I” he shakes his head, laughing lightly “Consider me your new best friend okay? You won’t be able to get rid of me!”

Ever. 

“Plus you have a pool” He adds playfully and you perk up, your hand shooting out to whack his arm 

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow! Maybe keep me company while I unpack? And we can go swimming after!!” 

He can feel his heart beating in his ears as he nods along with your offer “I’d love to! I’ll help you unpack too if you want. Actually, scratch that. You don’t have a choice”