#my mom would go crazy for this shes been getting really into bowls that look like lettuce lately

[haeryna]

in my dreams you love me back (i still love you) ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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summary: soft moments with shoko keep your heart soft as well, but suguru finds something that he wasn't supposed to.

tw: sfw but vague mentions of losing your virginity. your mother MEDDLES but let's be real, we'd do the same. allusions to the bible for the aesthetic but also because i like the imagery of the themes. not proofread.

notes: title taken from red velvet's "in my dreams." the second half of "i would give up heaven if i had to." another short chapter because i split it in two originally! banner from @/cafekitsune

"You look like shit."

You can't stop the huff that escapes your mouth as Shoko peers at you from your phone, propped up against your rice cooker. She's somewhere in the United States right now, attending a medical conference. She isn't wrong; your ten minute break in the bathroom had turned into a full-blown half hour breakdown. Thankfully, none of your coworkers pointed out the redness of your eyes and the sallow tint to your skin. Your manager had practically forced you to go home early. They all assumed that you had broken down about how the Gojo Satoru had demanded you be the one to make his drink. At this point, you were too tired to correct them.

"I just got back from the cafe, leave me alone." Yawning, you reach for a bowl. "I'm starving and exhausted, and now you're going to yell at me, Sho?"

You can hear the heavy exhale, and the camera blurs as she lets out a cloud of cigarette smoke. "I never said that. Did you see them today?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nobody else can make you cry that hard, and I know it wasn't me."

You hesitate for a moment. "Mom thinks I should hear them out."

"Personally, I would tell them I'll speak to them after a down payment of 5k."

"Shoko!"

But your laughter fills the air, and you can catch Shoko's self-satisfied smirk from the other end. "There she is." A soft haze fills your screen as her voice softens. "Do I need to fly back and tell the two of them to fuck off?"

"I can tell them to leave myself," you protest, but Shoko gives you a deadpan stare. "Okay, well, maybe it'll be hard."

As the silence falls, warm and comfortable, you bustle around the kitchen, spooning rice into your bowl of leftovers. The air is warm, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but appreciate the dreaminess of the evening. Shoko watches you, dark eyes unreadable. "What?" you finally ask, curiosity lacing your voice.

"Just be careful," she sighs. "Satoru and Suguru will probably do some crazy shit to get you to notice them. I just don't want those idiots to scare you."

"They don't care enough to do that," is your sardonic reply, and this time, it's her turn to laugh.

"If you really think that, then you're blinder than I thought."

He is breaking me down on every side, and now it's too late for me; he has uprooted my hopes like a tree.

When the number of your old landline rings on Suguru's cellphone, he almost blocks it out of habit before he registers the last four digits. Panicking, he immediately accepts the call.

"Hey, is everything okay? I-"

Your mother's voice chirps back at him, a bit staticky from the old phone that he knows she'd insisted on keeping installed in the kitchen. "Suguru, dear, could you do me a favor?"

Ingrained instinct forces a "yes ma'am," from his mouth before he can even process the request. He can practically hear the smile in your mother's voice. "It won't take too long, don't worry. My back has been aching an awful amount after my last surgery, but I've been meaning to wear some of my old church clothes to Bingo Night. Would you mind grabbing it for me?"

The attic is cluttered and old, and the dust stings his eyes, but Suguru can't bring himself to complain as he begins to rummage through boxes. It feels like seeing you again, like being your Suguru again, as he unearths old photo albums, and stuffed toys. There was the rabbit you used to carry around all the time. A picture frame, of you, Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru one summer afternoon. Carefully, he wipes away the dust, smiling at the memory. You'd lost your front tooth that summer; now, it was forever memorialized.

Finally, he reaches a small collection of boxes in the back. The dress lays draped over a small stack of boxes, but as he grabs it, one topples over, spilling its contents all over the floor.

Suddenly, selfishly, Suguru is grateful that Satoru stayed behind back in their hotel room, because inside the cardboard box is envelopes. At least thousands of them, crammed into each possible corner, dates written on the front in the same handwriting you've had since high school. He tears open another box, only to find the same. Three whole boxes of letters. Selfish hope and heavier dread sinks into his skin like the dust that is slowly falling to the floor; Suguru has unearthed something that he knows he's not supposed to see.

Was this how Adam felt, holding the forbidden fruit in his hand? Which was stronger; the will of God, or the love of man?

"You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

He's almost frantic as he searches for the first letter, scattering them around himself until he finds it; labelled a week after Suguru had taken Satoru with him to pursue what they had believed to be an impossible dream. Suguru hesitates only for a moment, until with one decisive swipe, he rips the flap from the waxy paper beneath. This one is addressed to him.

Suguru,

My parents put me in therapy. Remember how we always used to joke that if anyone needed it, it would be you? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? It hurts, Sugu, why, why, why My therapist thinks that keeping letters will help, and my parents want me to at least give it a try. Mom won't say anything, but I know she's concerned. Dad's already torn into Toru's parents, so the whole town is fully aware of what they've done. Shoko says that they're practically livid with shame, skulking around the town as that'll fix their reputation. You missed it; there was one night when the fireflies came back, and I swear they filled the entire sky. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the first time we met, do you remember that?

I wish you'd been here to see it. I'm sorry, Suguru. I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough to take along. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I love you. I hope you're safe. I hope you're taking care of Toru for me.

I love you so much that it's hard to be mad.

Water drips down onto the ink of where you'd signed your name, and with a start, Suguru realizes he's crying. Gently folding the letter, he sets it aside, and reaches for the next one.

Mom and Dad have what Grandma had. I'm scared, Toru. I wish you were here. You'd always say something silly that would make me forget for even a moment.

Another.

I saw you on the television today, Toru. You're so beautiful it hurts.

Another.

I've given up on properly going to college. They're so sick that I'm terrified to leave them alone.

More. More. More.

I try my best not to listen, but the radio in the coffee shop plays the songs you make, Sugu. I hate it, but it's selfish of me. The girl you sing about, does Toru get along with her? Does she make you happy?

He can't stop himself from reading any more than he can stop the tears pouring down his face. They'd missed so much of your life, and yet you'd dutifully written letter after letter, as if you'd planned on them seeing it. Like you hoped they would come back some day. The next letter was only written two years ago, but it turns Suguru's blood to ice.

I saw the scandal on one of the gossip magazines while I was out shopping for groceries, Toru. The Chanel model? Really? I was kind of hoping for the Gucci one, she seems so nice to her assistant.

I say this like you're a celebrity. A celebrity that I can just laugh at, and say "must be nice, having supermodels fall into your lap!" You were mine, once, long before you were hers. I love loved you.

I did something stupid, last night. Remember Kenji, from high school? The one you always hated? I can't even explain it, how furious I was, when I saw you with that model. You looked so happy, like it didn't matter that all your joy and abundance didn't come at my expense.

I ended up sleeping with him for the first time, with anyone for the first time really. I'm not going to write more; it's embarrassing, and it wasn't even good, but I think I'm more upset with myself. It doesn't matter.

It's not like you'll ever find out. Even if you do, it's not like you'll care.

It's not like my love mattered to you to begin with.

Suguru's chest feels as though someone has washed his heart in acid. On paper, the person you were after they left was more jaded. Less optimistic. You no longer spoke of things you wished they were able to experience with you, but rather all the things they'd left behind. You thought they didn't care, and as he forces his useless lungs to take another breath, he knows that he can't leave this town until he convinces you to come with him. As he stumbles down from the attic, dress in hand, your mother gives him a knowing stare.

"Did you find the dress I asked you to grab?"

"Yes ma'am," Suguru says numbly. It's all he says. It's all he can say. Your mother sighs, patting the chair next to her. "Why don't you call Satoru over, hm? Try some of the tea I bought. I remember your mother saying you only drink black. You really should call her more."

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

"I'm home!" you call out, slipping your shoes off with one hand as you balance the full bag of groceries in the other. "Did you take your medi-"

The carrots drop to the floor as you take in the sight of Gojo and Geto sitting at your kitchen table with your mother of all people. "What the fuck?"

Geto's eyes are rimmed red, like he'd been crying, while Satoru stares at you with a hint of anguish. "What the fuck," you repeat again, dumbfounded. "Why are you in my house right now?"

Geto opens his mouth to speak, but your mother waves it away. "You know how bad my back's been lately, I really wanted to wear that old emerald dress your father got me, do you remember?"

Stunned, you can only nod.

"And, I didn't want to have you come all the way back from the city just to grab a dress for me, so I called over Suguru and Satoru to help me out," your mother finishes. You can't stop the panic from leaking into your voice.

"Where was the dress?"

From the look on their faces, you know that Geto and Gojo have found it. All the letters you were too weak to send, too weak to throw away. How much did they read?

"The attic, dear," is your mother's quiet response, and when you turn her attention to her, you can see the quiet love and encouragement in her eyes.

What's more important? The love for all the things they did do, or all the things they didn't?

White noises rushes into your head, and you can barely process your mother's departure. Something about Bingo Night? The door clicks shut and you're left with silence so profound that your body almost instinctively crumples in on itself. Suguru can't look you in the eyes, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the delicate porcelain teacup that looks comically small next to his calloused hands. Satoru merely watches, but you can see the tension in his neck, in the way his fingers flex around empty air.

So, you do the only thing you can do. You run.

Turning, you all but sprint up the stairs. You lied. You couldn't do this, couldn't face them, see them, hear them-

Toned arms reach around from behind, pulling you decisively to a well-defined chest. The air is forced out of your lungs as you yelp, squirming out of the hold, only to freeze as Satoru places his cheek on your head, nuzzling into your hair.

"I missed you."

Tears spring to your eyes but Satoru keeps going. "You were the only thing that kept us going. Our apartment was so shitty, we had to put cardboard on the floor just to keep warm. I thought of you all the time. I thought of which stage outfit you'd like better, how you would get along so well with the other members of the group. We didn't forget you. We love you too much for that."

"Stop," you choke out, as your legs crumple under you. Satoru catches you, tugging you further into him, as tears trickle down your face. A blurred shape; Suguru, kneeling in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.

"One chance, princess," he breathes. "Give us one chance to explain ourselves. After that, we'll do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. We've only ever been yours."

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Wait please more y/n (Regina’s sister) x janis!! Even if it’s just the occasional fluffy one shot they’re so cute 😭😭😭

Euphoria

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ big sister Regina)

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, smut

Another part added to the Janis Crush mini series! Part one / two / three / four / five

"Oh, my God! What are you two doing?!"

"Nothing!"

"This is nothing?!"

"Yeah?" You squinted at your sister.

"What the fuck is on the floor?"

“Some cake batter? Relax, Regina.” Janis squinted at the blonde, annoyed.

“I just worked a nine hour shift dealing with stupid shit so don’t expect me to clean up after you two.”

“No one’s expecting you to. I’ll clean it up, it’s not like we did it on purpose.” Janis continues, already grabbing a paper towel to wipe it up.

“Well, half the bowl of it is on the floor, so were you guys just playing with it?”

You look at your sister, bewildered. “I spilled it, okay? Is that what would make you stop yelling at me like I did something like stole your money? It was an accident! She handed me the bowl and didn’t hold onto it properly, I wasn’t prepared and it fell.”

You were helping to clean it up to but you got incredibly pissed at her tone so you just decided to leave the room, not wanting to make things worse.

“You didn’t have to yell at her like that, you know? You know your sister— she’ll never do something like that and waste food.” Janis spoke quietly but the annoyance in her voice was apparent, “She wanted to make you a cake for your birthday tomorrow. We were trying out recipes to make sure they were good and that we were able to actually make a decent one. I finally got her out of bed and you come home and lash out? I get that work sucks because you have to deal with some really unreasonable and rude customers but that girl did nothing to upset you.”

Regina blinked profusely, snapping out of the mood, “You finally got her out of bed? What does— she’s fine? Is she not?”

“She was just sad, your Mom canceled on her for lunch.” Janis explained with a sigh, cleaning off the remaining of the spill on the floor and tossing the paper towels into the trash, “Whatever. Go calm down before we even talk.”

"What?" Regina's anger immediately went away, "I canceled on lunch with my Mom."

"So then she must've asked y/n after you canceled." Janis shrugged, ready to leave that room and find you. "I'm gonna go look for your sister now, you try not to go crazy."

Janis walks into your room after knocking on the door that was left ajar. "Hi, honey."

You looked over your shoulder and glanced at her for a second but went back to looking down at your feet. "She's just stressed, don't take it to heart."

"It's not even that. I just haven't been in a good mood today. I never shouldn't have said yes to lunch with my mom. That way she could not disappoint me by canceling on me."

“I see that, baby. I hear you and that’s okay, that’s so valid.” Janis sat down with you, winding an arm around your waist. You’ve been holding back the tears since your mom canceled on you, and having Regina raise your voice at you was all it needed to fall from your eyes. Janis being so…soft with you only made you cry harder.

Well, you weren’t wailing or anything but it did feel very vulnerable to just cry like that.

Eventually you were laying down, she moved along with you and was right next to you. The crying stopped, you were all cried out— especially after the memories of how she left you alone multiple times flooded your brain.

“Do you feel better?”

“A little.” You admit, biting your lip as you got a little risqué idea in your head, “Uh…”

You looked at her, the nervousness obvious in your gaze. “God I don’t know how to say this.”

Janis narrows her eyes for a second, worried, “Hey, what’s wrong, hun? You can tell me anything, alright?”

You were just frozen, looking at her as she stared right back into your eyes. “Oh. Oh, you want me to—”

“Can you? Please?”

“Well since you asked so nicely…” A cheeky smile shows up on her face. “Obviously I can, and I will. Fuck yes.“

You laughed at that bold last two words, “Okay. Fuck yes.”

Janis leans in to kiss you, but you pulled away, “Is the door— shit. I better lock—”

“I got it.” Janis says and got up to lock your door before you could, then she immediately returned. “Okay. Come on.”

She pulled you closer, somehow then shifting so that she was straddled on top of you. Your lips? Still connected with hers. And this, was the very first time you’d gotten this far with her. You guys have never even kissed like this, in this position. But at this moment, you couldn’t care less about the nerves. All you wanted was to keep feeling her lips on yours. And Janis was very happy to do that since you could get what you wanted. She always was.

With a pillow beneath your head, you were more than comfortable. Feeling lips moving away from your mouth got your heart racing a little more at this new gesture. Her lips kissed it’s way along your jaw, then moved again to your neck, kissing every little part of it in varying pressures to figure out what you liked. When you whined, Janis gleefully repeated this a few times over to work you up and relax you, too. You did tense up a little, which she felt, but she assured you it was fine. With a chuckle, which fanned against your skin she asks, “You okay?”

“I am.” You told her, exhaling harshly as her lips continued working over that certain spot. You started to squirm, which made her smile and chuckle. It gave you butterflies in your chest, god you loved that feeling even though it could be a little uneasy. “Good.” She hums, you feel her palm caressing your side, shifting slightly and ending up on the hem of your t-shirt. “Can I take this off, honey?”

“Yeah.” You nodded decidedly. And so, she carefully, but swiftly pulls the shirt off over your head, tossing the piece of fabric aside. She looks at you, waiting for you to meet her eyes. You locked eyes with her and then saw where her hand was hovering. You give her another nod, “Yeah, go for it.”

Janis slides lower, her hovering hand palming one breast as her other pushed down your bra and she wraps her lips around the other’s tip. You seethed, “Shit.” Laughing at how unbelievable that felt.

You whined. “Take— take this off.”

“Okay.” She grins, doing as you asked her to. With seconds, she was tossing your sports bra aside and it joins your shirt somewhere on the floor. “Do you like this, baby?”

A whimper gets caught in your throat, “Yes. Shit, yes. Don’t stop.”

“As you wish, honey.” She says, barely away from your chest. Her tongue’s flicks against the increasingly sensitive bud became stronger, as did the sucking motions of her mouth that quickly made your head spin with pleasure.

The girl on top of you obviously had no issues with figuring out what you liked. She was freakishly good at it and goddamn, how lucky were you?

Instinctively, she moves herself lower again, leaving an eager trail of kisses down towards your cunt. When her hand rests on your hip, “Do it. Jan, do it.”

“So eager.” She cooed, “I love that.” In one swift movement, your shorts and underwear were off, finally joining the rest of your clothes on the hardwood floors. She marvelled at the sight for a brief moment before she presses a soft kiss to your clit, opening up her mouth and allowing her tongue to flick at your clit.

“Janis, fuck—” You cursed, grabbing one side of your pillow and covering it over your mouth to muffle the noises coming out of your mouth. You feel her laugh against your heat before she continues, you squirm and cursed again, it only spurs her on.

Before you knew it, you feel her finger drag upwards along your folds, sending a chill down your spine. Feeling your pulsing and then clenching around nothing in anticipation, she decides it was time to push her finger into you. “Oh, shit.” You moaned lowly, she could barely hear you through the pillow.

The steadier her rhythm got, the more consistent your noises got. Increasing in pitch, your hips pushed up towards her. Janis went along with it, but slowly eased you back down to keep you more comfortable. Each thrust of her finger, she hooked it upwards to hit your sensitive spot, it pushes you to your release even more effectively. Your mind was a blank by now, immense pleasure coursing through your veins. “Oh, my God…” You mumbled, your free hand nearly grabbing onto her head.

Feeling a second finger ghosting your apex, your free hand just falls, grasping at the sheets beneath you. “Fuck, fuck— do it, do it. Mm— my fucking god…you feel so—”

“So good— mm—” In the next second, she smoothly enters you with a second finger. It did not feel uncomfortable in the slightest, considering how riled up you were. It did feel…different. But a good, different. Her fingers were stagnant until you made even just the slightest noise. Your hips rut upwards, urging her to move. So, she did, her pace gets quicker than ever, thumb also rubbing your clit at the same time. You sounded like a mess thanks to her, feeling out of control of your own body.

You took a deep breath when you felt the abrupt tightening in your core, then a whine so high-pitched that it nearly makes you cringe followed.

“Jan, I— I feel like I’m —”

“It’s okay, lovey. What are you feeling?” She asks gently, her actions were the complete opposite though. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, feels good—” You told her immediately.“I don’t know what I’m feeling — I feel like I’m gonna pee.” You spoke in a hushed voice, not wanting to get caught by Regina.

“You’re alright.” She assured, fingers slowing down, her mouth detached from you slowly.

You gasp, “Fuck. What—”

“That means…” She continues, her fingers pumping slower but more forcefully poking your g-spot, “You…are going to come.”

Holy shit.

“Really?” You asked in utter surprise. She chuckles, nodding her head, her mouth reattaches onto you, sucking you dry — not.

“Still feel that?” She asks.

“Mhm.” You bite your lower lip, nodding and holding the pillow over your mouth again.

“Getting stronger?”

Another nod, another bucking upwards of your hips.

“Don’t hold back.” She tells you while massaging your inner thighs.

Feeling her tongue pressing flat against your clit, your back arched and you cried out. “You’re okay…you’re okay.” She says lovingly, her fingers till pumping in and out of you to help you ride out your high, “I got you.”

“Fuck.” You muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Her free hand squeezes your trembling leg on the inner thigh, “Hey, you’re okay. Look at me, baby.”

Gingerly, you did so, eyes flicking down to meet hers. Janis was seated cross-legged between your legs. With sobriety coming to you, this position you and her were in was causing a blush to tint your cheeks. She grins, then teased, “Bit intense?”

You chuckled, handing your face behind your hand, “…yes.”

She gets away from your legs and went up to lay beside you, on her stomach. Janis gazes into your eyes lovingly, fingers softly brushing the messy hair away from your eyes. She presses a tender kiss to your lips, “You okay? Was that too much?”

“I’m okay.” You replied after pondering for a couple seconds, “That was intense, but it felt really good.”

“I’m glad it felt good, honey.” She strokes your cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You had the biggest smile on your face, “Oh my God.”

“So beautiful.” She says, to herself but she was looking at you and that made your heart flutter.

A string of loud knocks abruptly interrupted your moment, “Hello?! What’s going on in there? Are you sleeping or what? I need to know if I can go out or if you’re passed out or something.”

“We’re fine, Reg!” You answered, biting back a laugh, “Bye!”

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💭A/N:

Thank you so much for the request anon! I’m glad you enjoy those fics as much as I did writing them🥹🫶🏼

[queenimmadolla]

Vivi, I cant stop reading your penny verse writing! It’s so good and it like makes me glow with happiness! I literally hate children but you’ve somehow given me baby fever! Especially like being pregnant is just at the forefront on my mind and having my partner coo at a growing belly, petting it and kissing it! OMG VIVI YOU’RE POISONING MY MIND WITH THOUGHTS OF BABIES AND GROSS DOMESTIC SHIT LMAO! (But I love you for it)

I AM HONORED. That makes me feel SO relieved because I, too, hate kids. Like, other than my nieces and nephews, I can’t tolerate kids. I think the majority of them are gross and way too annoying for how expensive they are. Luckily my nephews and nieces are pretty good kids/babies so they make it easy for me to give everyone baby fever with Penny and baby Wayne. Also, I give myself baby fever lol I catch myself thinking I could be like Penny’s mom if I had a baby lmao and you didn’t SAY it was a request but uh . . .

warnings: fluff galore (eddie talking to Penny while she’s still in your tummy)

(eddie munson x pregnant!reader)

more pennyverse here

“What does it feel like?” Eddie asked from his position, laying a little further down near your belly. He was referring to the baby nestled inside and actively kicking against where his palm lay over the bare skin of your bump.

It had taken a while, but you were finally showing in an obvious manner. You’d only discovered you were pregnant about three months ago and you had been ridiculously far along at five freaking months but your stomach hadn’t changed to let you know you were even expecting. It was really only in the last month and a half that your baby shifted to press against the front of your womb. She’d apparently gotten so comfortable, she’d decided to remain there, meaning you’d grown quite the bump in a short amount of time thanks to her rapid development. You still weren’t huge, though, so you didn’t expect her to be a big baby. Or at least, you hoped not, for the sake of your vagina. “Mmm,” You hummed, eyebrows pinched together as you tried to come up with a comparison Eddie would be able to relate to. There wasn’t really one, it was an odd sensation to have her kick from inside of you. On some occasions, you swore you could feel her move, shift around in there. “This is gonna make no sense, but it feels like a fish.” “What?” He laughed out, warm brown eyes flickering up to stare at you in amusement.

“Have you cupped a goldfish in your hand?” “To put it in a bowl or something?” “Yeah!” You nodded, head resting on a stack of pillows on the floor. One thing about the sudden baby bump is your back was not used to the additional frontal weight, so you’d taken to laying on the ground pretty much anywhere, even at home. Your friends found it very amusing and so did Eddie, once he got past his concern. “It feels like how they wiggle against your skin. Just a little more firm. And in my tummy.” 

Eddie made a sound of acknowledgment before another kick was pressed against the palm of his hand, drawing his attention back to his unborn child. “Damn, my girl’s got a pair of legs on her, doesn’t she?”

He caressed your swollen belly, a look of adoration plastered on his face. You’d never grow tired of watching him prepare to be a father, he already loved her so much. Plus, your hormones were crazy and seeing him like this really got you going. “Do you think she can hear me?” It was the billionth time he asked. He always did before he talked to her. “She’s surrounded by amniotic fluid, so you probably sound like you’re underwater to her but she only gets this active when you’re talking to me. Think she likes your voice.” It was true, while she’d occasionally move around, she only ever got active when Eddie was present, always loud and boisterous. 

You could tell Eddie felt a lot of pride in that, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your belly, hiking your blouse up a little further as he began their nightly conversations.

“You already know you’ve got me wrapped around your little fingers, don’t you?” He cooed out, watching the area of your stomach she was focused on pressing against, rising before she no doubt retracted her little foot.

“I can’t wait until I meet you–I mean, I can wait so don’t go getting any ideas but when you're finally out here with us, I promise I’m gonna take such good care of you and your mom.” He promised, licking his lips as they formed a soft smile.

“You got really lucky with her, too. She’s ridiculously pretty. Gonna have to fight other people off once she’s a milf. You don’t know what that is, I forget. A milf is a mother I’d like to f–” “Eddie!” You laughed, hand reaching up to hide your smile.

“You’ll learn when you’re older, “ He smirked, though it dropped quickly when he remembered how kids could be dicks sometimes and if they spotted her pretty mommy picking her up from school, she might find out when she’s not so much older. “And you’ll let me know if anyone refers to her as one so I can fight them, yeah?”

He took the next kick as one of agreement.

“That’s my girl. Now listen, about the sleeping arrangements. Personally, I’d like to keep getting a decent amount of sleep after your mom’s done baking you in there. Actually, I’m pretty sure your mom would, too, so I'm thinking maybe you just immediately sleep through every single night. If you’re opposed to it, that’s fine ‘cause–ya know, you’re gonna get your way regardless but it was just a recommendation.” 

“And of course, cuddles. It’s imperative you know the second you’re in my arms, I will not be willingly putting you down. Most of your naps are gonna be there, in fact, you’ll probably ignore my sleeping recommendation so you’ll be sleeping in my arms, too, which isn’t a bad thing. Your mom does it all the time and I haven't received any complaints or bad reviews yet. Kisses are also mandatory, only a select few people are allowed to kiss you ‘cause I’ve done my research but considering it’s all I want to do right now and you’re not actually out yet, I will be unable to refrain from smothering you with them. I just know you’re gonna get annoyed with me, but I won’t be able to stop.”

As if to make his point, Eddie pressed a smattering of kisses to your belly, chuckling when you squirmed underneath him. “I’ll teach you how to walk, I’ll teach you how to ride a bike, how to play an instrument–lucky for you, your daddy is multi-talented–I’ll take you on little daddy-daughter dates, your mom taught me how to braid hair so I can do that for you, too. I’ll do anything for you. Anything you want. So just finish up in there, okay?” 

Eddie felt the heavy weight of your stare on him and once more, his gaze was flickering up to meet yours. “What?” “You’re so fucking cute. I’d offer to have your babies but I already am.”

Eddie smirked and pressed a kiss on the lower half of your belly, trailing a few even lower than that. “And I am soooo very appreciative of you, I think I should probably show you how much.”

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #6 quit!

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual , reader talks about parental death, sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.8k

masterlist ▸ 5. 005. chronic memory keeper ▸ 007. snake in the grass

Stepping into her kitchen was the most relaxing feeling ever, it had been a while since y/n had the chance to dine in with a recipe she carefully put together or found on pinterest and craft something nice. Spending hours on end not thinking about her own problems and just focusing on a hobby she enjoys. 

After her overly embarrassing text messages hinting to Minghao that she slightly hoped he was single had her desperately wishing they wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass. 

Cleaning out the insides of the chicken and placing them in a bowl saved for her next soup stock, she massages pads of butter or seasoning onto it’s skin and placed it in her hot oven, before moving onto the thinly silenced potatoes and root vegetables she had prepped that morning, boiling and simmering them. 

A chime from her doorbell stole her away from her stress free time in the kitchen. She was excited to see Minghao but it wasn’t him who was waiting at her threshold. opening it to reveal a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a matching twine bow. 

No note was attached on the outer side revealing who may have left the wrapped item for her to find. So she decided to ignore it, just for now at least and get back to preparing her meal for a friend. 

An hour had passed since the last time someone was ringing the doorbell and left waiting for her to quickly wash her hands. 

“Y/n?” 

Minghao. 

“Sorry, one second I just need to wash my hands.” 

She yelled, leaving the water running and rushing herself to the guest bathroom next to the door, making sure she looked alright and didn’t miss an out of place hair or swipe of flour on her face. 

Opening her front door, she revealed Mingaho standing with a paper bag in his hand as well as a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Hydrangeas swinging to his side. 

She looked him up and down forgetting she invited him here and still not inviting him in. He was dressed in a perfectly ripped pair of jeans and matching long denim coat, underneath she caught a glimpse of a white button down top missing the clasps of the top three buttons revealing his chest. He looked incredible. 

“Can I come in?” 

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yes, please.” 

“This is for you, some wine and snacks for after dinner. I picked them up from the chinese market near my gallery.” 

“That’s so thoughtful of you, thank you. The flowers are beautiful, how did you know I liked hydrangeas?” 

“I saw on Seokmin’s instagram that he took you to a flower farm last year, I just assumed.” 

“Ah. Well you assumed right, they’re really gorgeous.” 

“What are you making? It smells so good.” 

“Roast chicken and root veggies, with some wild rice and my mom’s very special, very secret recipe sauce. 

Minghao was amazed watching y/n move around the kitchen with ease, seemingly like she was dancing around the marble floor. 

“I have to admit, I really thought you were joking when you told me you could cook. I almost expected you to order food and make it look like you were the chef.” 

“Ouch. That hurts my pride a little bit. Actually, my dad was a chef. He used to own a restaurant. I spent a lot of time there as a kid helping him.” 

“Was? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“He passed away when I was a teenager. It’s a long story.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I miss him, but cooking helps me feel close to him.” 

“Now I’m very sorry I ever doubted your skill.” 

Your laugh made Minghao happy, he knew he probably struck a chord in you but it was nice that even when you were sad you could still find humor in anything. 

“Need my help with anything?” 

“Just for you to either open that bottle of wine or make me a cocktail, dealer's choice.” 

“Got it.” 

Y/n’s dining partner strode off to the chrome bar cart and twiddled his fingers around the various bottles of liquor, some full and some half empty, giving him an indication of the things she chose for herself. 

“Here you are, chef.” 

“Wow, thank you bartender. What is it?” 

“Try it and find out.” 

Y/n took a sip from the slightly pink cocktail glass, swishing it in her mouth for dramatic effect. 

“Okay, so.. Gin, Campari, a splash of grapefruit bitters, and lemon?” 

“Wow, are you like a weird super taster or something? What the fuck.” 

“No, just a girl who loves gin old fashioneds.” 

“You are one surprising specimen.” 

“Shut up. Come on, let's eat.” 

After basically finishing every edible thing on the plate, Minghao offered to clean up for you as a thank you for the efforts of you cooking him one of the best dinners he’s had the pleasure of eating. 

Y/n switched into her role as bartender and opened a beautiful bottle of red wine for the pair to sip on as their night continued on. 

“Thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry again about the whole weird ass texts I was sending you. I was way too drunk to be alone with my thoughts and access to the internet.” 

“I told you it’s alright. I actually found it sort of cute.” 

“Cute? Maybe you are crazier than I thought you were.” 

“No, come on. You know you’re cute. Everyone tells you all the time, I agree with them.” 

“Shut up, THE Xu Minghao thinks I’M cute? I’m so flattered.” 

Minghao playfully slapped y/n’s hand off of her chest, knocking the red liquid around in her cup, causing it to fall onto the white fabric of her pants. 

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s ok, I can just go throw them in the wash. One second.” 

Y/n departed into her room, changing into a pair of pink pajama bottoms, not removing her corseted tank top in the process, fleeing quickly into the laundry room at the end of the hall to wash the stain out. 

Minghao in the meantime caught a glimpse of the twine wrapped package on her coffee table and went over to see what it could possibly be. In the time he spent inspecting it he didn’t notice his female counterpart entering back into the room. 

“Someone left that for me at my door. Weird right?” 

“Yeah, sort of. Should we open it?” 

“I’m kind of scared to be honest.” 

“Okay, I have an idea.” 

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.” 

“Trust me?” 

“Maybe.” 

Minghao stepped back to the now familiar bar cart and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been left unopened until this night, placing two shot glasses in front of them both. 

“What does taking shots have to do with us opening the package?” 

“What doesn’t it have to do with the package? It’s brown, similar to the wrapping. It’s sealed, maybe because you don’t like it or it’s not something you’re sure of. And it’s interesting. So we take two shots, then we open it, then regardless of what it is, we play a game. The game selfishly is for me to get to know you deeper. I feel like I’ve spent so much time with you and I don’t know that much about you, other than what was exposed. So, you in?” 

“Yes.” 

Y/n and Minghao cheered to their now growing connection and he placed the small package in her lap, holding onto her knee, getting the feeling that she needed moral support based on mutual gut feelings. 

“Okay.” 

“I’m sure it’s not bad.” 

As y/ns hands ripped apart the brown paper and untied the rope around the mysterious box, it revealed a soft purple journal, now torn apart, pages basically falling out from end to end all over the couch between them. 

“My journal.” 

Her voice shifted, she was no longer happy or full of anticipation, she was confused and slightly disappointed as her precious and private life fell out in front of her, photos, entries, and shards of her life. 

“Oh, y/n. I-” 

“No. Don’t say sorry, please.” 

“Why the fuck do people care? Just like why am I someone's target? Especially if it’s someone I know, what is so bad that you can’t just fucking talk to me about it? Sorry, I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but I just don’t get it.” 

“I think some people are just scared of genuine conflict, so instead of asking they make things about themselves and take the other person's feelings out of the equation to feed their own.” 

“Why give it back now? Am I expected to just ignore my privacy being invaded and be like well it’s over good? This makes me feel even more uneasy.” 

“Maybe they left you a clue or something by giving this back?” 

Minghao collected the various contents that were left as ashes for you, feeding you more alcohol and not talking while he did so. 

“y/n? Here.” 

A small envelope, matching the shade of purple of the cover of your journal was tapped inside the cover, inside a typed note. 

‘Just because it comes back to you, doesn’t mean it’ll always stay the same. See you soon. Xo.’

“What the fuck does that even mean?” 

“I guess they’re trying to tell you more will come out? And that they have no purpose for keeping the evidence anymore.” 

“Can we.. maybe, just for the rest of the night ignore this? I cannot focus on this anymore and it’s ruining my chance to have fun with you.” 

“Please. Let me distract you.” 

“Do you want to change? Or need clothes? I know Seokmin and Joshua left some stuff here in case they ever stayed over.” 

“They wouldn’t mind?” 

“No, of course not. I’ll be right back.” 

Y/n ran back into her room, gathering various styles of t-shirts and sweatpants to make Minghao more comfortable. 

“Here, there's some options. I know you care a lot about your style, so pick what you want.” 

Mingaho grabbed a black t-shirt with a logo from Joshua’s coffee shop on the front and an odd pair of Seokmin’s disney character pajama pants, just to make the air go back to it’s lighthearted space. 

“Oh my god, you look amazing.” 

“ I just wanted you to smile.” 

“Mission accomplished, Mickyhao.” 

“That is an awful nickname.” 

“Shut up, don’t be a dick.” 

“Got it. Okay, so let’s play a little game, y/n. I’ll ask you some questions, if you don’t want to answer you can drink and you can do the same for me. Got it?” 

“Got it. You go first.” 

“Okay, so what stops you from going after the things you want?” 

“Hmm, I’m shy, I guess? I don’t want to risk changing how things already are any more than they have changed on their own. I think confessions and love declarations are unnerving, I could ruin something good just for a single chance. Not knowing shit freaks me out.” 

“So you’re a control freak, got it.” 

“No. Not a control freak, just a loser.” 

“That’s accurate.” 

“You’re stupid. Okay, Minghao. What made you want to pursue art?” 

“I guess it was just always something I was good at? I loved being able to tell the truth about stuff without having to say it outloud, people can perceive anything they want, but I know how I truly feel and nobody can take it away from me. The truth, I mean.” 

“How are you so certain that its the truth?” 

“Well, it's my truth.” 

“Touche” 

“Why didn’t you tell Minnie about Seungcheol? Were you ever going to?” 

“Yikes. I guess, I didn’t feel like it was important. We hooked up way before they ever dated, he was just helping me out with something that scared me, which I didn’t think was a big deal. I knew she liked him, but she told me she’d never confess. I guess I didn’t think it was as big of a problem until it was. Does that make sense?” 

“Yeah it does, how did it happen?” 

“No, no, no. One question at a time. How did it happen for you?” 

“My virginity? I was at a party, junior year before college and I met a girl. She was nice, really pretty, and she seemed to enjoy my company. I guess I just asked her if she wanted to fuck and she agreed, but after she told me she had a boyfriend and that was that.” 

“So she cheated on her boyfriend just to fuck you? Alright, good for you I guess. Bad for the boyfriend.” 

“Have you ever cheated on someone?” 

“Me? God no. I haven’t even had the chance to be with anyone that seriously considers sleeping around cheating. I don’t think I could do that. Why? Have you?” 

“Nope, but I guess I’ve been the person someone used to cheat, so it feels sort of like cheating.” 

“Since we seem to be two overly honest people for this game, want to drink just for fun as well?” 

“Please. Cheers.” 

“Okay y/n, I have a question.” 

“Yes?” 

“What was it about Joshua or Mingyu that attracted you to them?” 

“With Shua it was how kind he was, everyone knows it and can see that. It just sort of radiates around him. I mean he’s beautiful, they both are. In such different ways. I’ll probably always view him as that first boy I loved, he’s really special to me. As for Mingyu, I guess I never knew why at first. He was just my hot friend that I hooked up with sometimes, but the more and more we hung out the more I realized how smart he was and how intriguing his character is.” 

“Do you still have feelings for them?” 

“I’m not sure what my feelings are for anyone at this moment, no.” 

“What about me?” 

“What about you?” 

“Would you ever consider me the way you consider them?” 

“Can I take a shot?” 

“Sure, but you still have to answer the question. Come on.” 

“Yeah, I would. I like getting to know you, I appreciate how fiercely committed you are to riding for the people you love. I like that you’re artistic like me, that we can laugh about wild stuff, but also be honest and talk about anything and everything in between. You’ve really made me happy even in the short time of knowing you. And to say that I’d have to think about considering you is silly, because I definitely already have. Seokmin and Jun think I have a crush on you.” 

“You don’t?” 

“Nobody needs to know.” 

“I do.” 

“You do what? Need to know if I like you?” 

“No, like you.” 

“Wait.” 

“A lot actually. More than I ever considered I would. I think you’re actually a really spectacular person despite everything.” 

“Oh. Thank you.” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Yeah. You can.” 

The smell of whiskey on Minghao’s breath made the hair on Y/N’s arms stand up as she fell into his touch, the kiss exploded into more and more touching and exploration of the pair's bodies. And continued on through the night, more than once. 

The next morning y/n woke up with a headache, checking the clock on her phone revealing it was almost time for Joshua to come and whisk her away from her new found bliss in bed next to Minghao. 

“Going somewhere?” 

“What?” 

“You have a suitcase in the corner and you keep checking your phone, is everything alright? I wasn’t that bad was I?” 

“No, but I’m going to see my mom this weekend with Joshua, I almost forgot. He’s on his way.” 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing. I’ll just shower quickly and sneak out. You can stay as long as you need, I have an extra key in the blue jar next to my door, just lock it up for me?” 

“Sure, but come here quickly.” 

Minghao pulled y/n in for a long sweet kiss, before she ran into the warm water of her shower. 

Minghao propped himself up in her bed, collecting himself before making an attempt at a small getaway. Coming face to face with the unlocking door of the same apartment he spent his night in before. 

“Y/n, hey can I- Oh, Minghao. Hey.” 

“Joshua, Hi. Sorry I was just leaving.” 

“Without saying goodbye?” 

“What?” 

“To y/n, she’s in the shower, you’re just leaving?” 

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, for your information we already said a very thorough goodbye. Have fun on your trip, take care of her.” 

“Hah. Alright.” 

“I’m serious. Make sure she knows I’ll miss her.” 

“I’ll be sure to do that.” 

Minghao grabbed his jacket and slid out of her front door, looking behind him before walking away from y/n already feeling jealous she’d be spending her weekend with Joshua and not him, but he had things he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Oh, Joshua. I didn't think you were coming yet. Sorry, let me just grab my stuff."

"No it's fine, I just wanted to grab some snacks, hope that's okay?"

"Of course, take whatever you want. Give my five?"

"I saw your overnight guest on his way out."

"Yeah, he stayed over. I made him dinner, we just got drunk I didn't want him to have to drive home like that. Unsafe, you know."

"Right, well I'll meet you in the car."

"No need, I'm ready. I cannot wait to have the Boston Creme Pie from Boi's, I'm literally salivating thinking about it."

"We should go when we get into town and order an entire one."

"I see why we're friends now. Come on."

Joshua grabbed y/ns luggage, waiting for her to lock up her apartment and the pair headed to his car waiting outside.

bonus:

note/s: y/n love triangle era starting fr. srry this took a second and is a lil chaotic, I've been a lil busy. but!! I already have the next part on hand and will be posting v soon, some shit will be going down at minghaos show, but I didn't tell u that. xoxoxo. ily.

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[strangerthings-01]

He never deserved you

This is a kind of a long fic but I've been gone so long I wanted to give a long and more detailed story lol. I can either do a part two or if anyone has any suggestions, my inbox is open!

Summary: For a couple of months, you had been dating Jason carver until you realized what a douche he was. You never realized ending things with him would help you fall for another. Someone you didn't expect.

Angst, cussing, mentions of smoking

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The 6 AM alarm that suddenly went off, blaring in your eyes jolted you out of your sleep reminding you that it was time to get ready for yet another day of school. You really needed to find a different alarm. Waking up terrified was not the best way to start your day but on the bright side, at least it woke you up. You groaned slightly and rubbed your eyes trying to get the sleep out of them before you turned on the lamp on your nightstand. You squinted at the bright light that filled the room as your eyes tried to adjust from the pitch black they were just in.

Removing the covers off your body, you stood up and grabbed the clothes that you placed on your desk chair the night before, thankful you didn’t have to dig through your drawers to find something. You yawned as you walked into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and began to get ready.

The outfit was simple. Skinny jeans and a black sweater that fell off one side of your shoulder because of it being just a size bigger than what you’d normally wear. Or maybe it was just like that. Who knows? After placing your hair into a messy bun, you headed downstairs and was grateful when you saw your mom had already brewed some coffee and made you a cup. “Oh thank you. I’m so exhausted today.” Having enough time before you had to leave, you sat down in the kitchen chair across from your mom who was reading the daily paper.

She looked up and set the paper down, leaning her head on her hand. “You’re welcome. Did you not sleep?” You sipped on it and squinted your eyes in concentration. “No I did. I don’t know. Just one of those days I guess.” She nodded and cleared her throat, leaning back in her chair. “Feel that. Well hopefully that coffee will get you through the day. You’re almost done with junior year. Just a couple of more weeks to go. I want you to focus okay?”

You nodded and gave a quick smile. “I will I promise. Finals are the last week of school. I’ve been studying like crazy trying to prepare. I can’t wait for summer.” You rubbed the side of your head and sighed before standing up and washing the mug out then placing it in the sink. “I know the feeling. Just- please don’t let him distract you. Jason, I mean. Boys are not worth more than your future.”

You turned around and leaned on the counter and gave your mom a far off look. “I know that. And I know how you feel about Jason and before you saying anything-“ her mom had opened her mouth to say object. “I know. I’m going to end it soon with him. He’s being an ass lately and hasn’t been treating me right anyways.” She scrunched her eyes brows. “He isn’t hurting you is he? Cause I will-“

“No no! Of course not. I just- he just says things that make me feel unimportant and distant from everyone. I just don’t wanna deal with it. After him, I’m hoping to stay away from boys for a bit.” Your mom smiled. “Good. You deserve better and thank god you’re getting rid of him. I couldn’t stand him.” You laughed and pushed off the counter. “Oh I’m aware. Alright I gotta go. I don’t want to be late. I love you.” You grabbed your car keys from the bowl in the living room and your backpack from the coat hanger and headed out the door as she was saying it back.

You got into your car and started the engine, shivering at the slight cold that nipped at your body. It had been true though. Jason had been treating you like crap. Telling you to be quiet when you said something or dropping your hand when he was around Chrissy which really pissed you off. You knew it wasn’t Chrissy’s fault but it still got under your skin that he didn’t even try to be subtle that he had feelings for another girl. That was the main reason why you were ending it at school today.

You knew it wasn’t the best thing to do but being in a public space made you more comfortable than if you were alone. It was known he had anger issues and you truly didn’t want to risk it.

As you drove off down the rode to Hawkins high, a million thoughts hit your brain. How would you end it? Where would you do it? Empty classroom? No that’s stupid. Maybe the lunchroom? You didn’t want to embarrass him. That’s not who you were. By the lockers would be good. People were around but no one would be paying attention. Not really. More thoughts invaded your brain pulling you from the Jason subject.

You still needed to study for the history exam and you hadn’t even started the science study guide. There was so much going on and you had no idea how you were managing it all. You took a deep breath to calm down and reminded yourself to take it one day at a time. As soon as Jason was out of your life, it was one less thing to worry about and gave you more of an opportunity to focus on exams. It would be a good thing.

You pulled into the parking lot and parked in a random spot. There weren’t many cars that took up the lot seeing as most people walked from the town being so small. The only cars were a few students and the faculty.

You turned your engine off and grabbed your backpack as you made your way into school, nervous about how the day would go. Walking to your locker, you sighed of relief as you noticed Jason wasn’t there yet giving you time to mentally prepare. You opened your locker and put in what you didn’t need at the moment and then shut it. As soon as the latch connected, your friend Tara came up to you. “Hey do you have the notes for English? I’m way behind.” You chuckled and shook your head not even surprised. Tara wasn’t really one to pay attention so she was always asking for notes but she was your friend and she meant well so you typically didn’t mind. “Yeah I do. Hold on.” You opened the English folder that you had in your hand and pulled out a couple of papers with notes scattered all over. “Don’t lose these please.” Tara took them gently and smiled. “I won’t. I promise. Thank you . I owe you one, see you later.”

A couple minutes after she walked away, you felt hands wrap around your waist. “Hey babe.” Jason. You felt immediate annoyance and anxiousness. “Hey Jason.” You turned around and backed away from his embrace. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you but you turned your head so his lips made contact with your cheek instead. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his head away. “What was that?” You shoved your hands into your sweater and cleared your throat. “We need to talk…” He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “Okay? About what? Should we go somewhere private?” You shook your head trying to prepare how you were going to say this. “This isn’t working out. I think we need to break up.” The words flew out before you lost the nerve to speak them. Your hand almost flew to your mouth as if you couldn’t believed you had said it but you forced them to stay in your pockets.

“Uhh I really hope you’re just fucking with me.” He laughed humorlessly. You cleared your throat and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. They weren’t. “No I’m being serious. I’m tired of the way you treat me and it’s clear you like Chrissy so consider it an out. It’s over.” You looked up at him to try to grasp what he was feeling. He stood there, mouth slightly open and eyebrows scrunched as if she had just told him the most absurd thing. You thought for a second he might actually be hurt and feeling something but no he burst out laughing and pointed at you. “You’re breaking up with me? No babe I’m breaking up with you.” You rolled your eyes and took your hands out of your pockets to fix the strays of your hair. “Honestly if that’s what you want to tell people, it genuinely doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m away from you.” You began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist tightly and yanked you back so you were face to face. Did no one see that?

“Ow Jason let go.” He sneered at you keeping the grip on your wrist. “You think you’re cute but honey I could have anyone in this school I wanted. The amount of girls I have lined up…you mean nothing to me. All I wanted was the sex and you couldn’t even give me that you fucking tease. So good I’m glad we’re over. Good look finding anyone to be with you.”Your eyes prickled with tears but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. “Let me go Jason. You’re hurting me.” He pinned you against the locker and gripped your face with his other hand. As soon as he did, he was thrown off by someone and you immediately backed away from Jason.

“I could have sworn she told you to let her go, carver. Laying your hands on women. Not a good thing to do around me.” You looked up at the tall figure and it was none other than Eddie Munson. The one everyone called the freak of Hawkins high. You had only talked to him a couple of times in class but he was a pretty nice guy. Just struggled a bit to keep up like Tara or so people whispered. Rumors over him being held back spread like wildfire.

You were shocked he was defending you considering he really didn’t know you. You instinctively got behind him and he gave you a side glance, not moving. “You can mind your own business freak. We were just having a little moment. No one was hurting anyone so back off.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, his curls moving around. “Not what I saw but consider it a warning. For her sake. But next time, I won’t be so nice.” Jason laughed and put his hands up shaking them. “Oh wow I’m so scared. Fuck off Munson. Next time I won’t be so nice. You and that little bitch better watch your backs.” He stormed off, leaving you two in the hallway and a couple of people were staring and murmuring about the commotion. Of course now they notice once Eddie is invovled.

Eddie turned around and looked down at you. Rubbing your wrist, you looked up at him and looked into his eyes. You never noticed how pretty his eyes were. Or just how pretty he was. You and Eddie talked occasinoally in class but you never really became clos mainly because jason forbade it. “Are you okay?” He asked which pulled you from whatever trance you were just in.

You blinked a couple of times and looked around the hallway before meeting his eyes again, the eyes that were still focused on you. “I’m okay. I figured he would have had a reaction like that. Why-why did you help me? We barely know each other." Maybe it was a rude question to ask but really, why would he have all people help you? “I know a lot more about you than you would think. Why are you asking? It can’t be hard to believe that I would help you. Especially from someone like Jason.” He looked a little hurt but the look on his face went away as fast as it had come.

His words struck you in a way you couldn’t comprehend. What did he mean he knew about you? I mean yeah you’ve partnered up to do projects but it never turned into a friendship. Conversations didn’t happen often between you two. What could he possibly know. “No no. I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Forget I asked. Thank you for defending me.” Being flustered around Eddie Munson was definitely not on your list of things to expect for the year. “No problem sweetheart. If he bothers you again, don’t be afraid to tell me. You know where to find me.” He winked and walked off giving you no chance to respond. Did he mean at the hellfire club? Or the lunchroom? Or the several classes you shared? You let out a sharp breath and blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of everything when the loud shrilling bell sounded. “Crap I’m late. Munson.” You muttered and ran off towards your first class of the day.

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After school, you were grabbing your things from your locker when tara came up next to you and shut the locker causing you to jump and let out a gasp. "what the hell tara? I'm glad my hand wasn't still there." She gave a slight eyeroll and then a pointed look. "I made sure you were done. You did not tell me that you were breaking up with Jason. I would have thrown a goddamn party. And what the hell was that with eddie munson today? I have literally never seen you have a full conversation with him outside of a classroom? What's the tea miss girl because you nelgected to fill me in at all and-" You cut her off mid rant and laughed slightly, one at the jab at jason and two at the enthusiasm of wanting to know everything all the time.

"I didn't tell you about Jason because I had literally been trying to work up courage all week to end it and I didn't want to lose the confidence to do it. As for Eddie, Jason was being kind of aggresive and he defended me..." Tara's mouth dropped as she leaned against the lockers. "The freak of hawkins high defened a popular kid? Whaaaa? He must like you." She giggled and rubbed her hands together. You rolled your eyes and started walking down the hallway towards the exit, tara hot on your heels. "First, I am hardly popular. More by assoication and that's gone for sure. Second, don't call him that. He's actually really....sweet and he definitely doesn't like me." You pushed open one side of the double doors and walked out into the parking lot heading to your car. "Sweet? I'm sorry. Where exactly did your sense go? This is the guy who stands on top of tables and yells at people who look at him the wrong way."

You turned to face her as soon as you reached the drivers side of your car. "No he yells at Jason. Big difference. I just think he's misunderstood, that's all. So what? He defened me from my jerk ex boyfriend. I doubt we'll ever talk again. He was just being a decent person." Tara scoffed and crossed her arms. "So he didn't say anything else after he defended you? It just happened and what? He walked away?"

You weren't sure if you should tell her the other part just because you knew how it sounded and Tara would totally take it a whole different way but you did want another opinion. "I thanked him and he told me that I knew where to find him if Jason ever messed with me..." You avoided eye contact after the words came out and she squealed, grabbing your arm. And there it is and here we go. "He is so into you. Look he may not be someone I would date and he may be weird as fuck but he's hot as shit. I would support you. Much better than carver." She made a throw up motion. "Tara, I extremely doubt he is into me. We barely talk outside of class like you said. Where would he have had time to gain a crush on me?" Tara shrugged and went to say something when her attention got diverted to something across the parking lot. "Can we talk later? Josh is here. Love you bye." Before you even had the chance to respond, she was halfway across the parking lot to catch up with her boyfriend. Typical Tara.

As you were unlocking your car, you felt eyes on you and looked around to see if it is maybe just paranoia from the events this morning when you caught Eddie leaning against his own car smoking a ciggirate, glancing at you. You made eye contact with him for a couple of seconds before he slightly smirked, put out his cig on the ground using his boot to snuff it and drive off in his car. Flustered, you got in your own car and drove home trying to process the days events.

Why had he smirked at you? Was he judging or had Tara been right about him having feelings for you? But it didn't make sense because in order to like someone, you would have to know them. You knew nothing about eddie munson and he definitely knew nothing about you, or did he? You let out a heavy sigh and forced yourself to focus on the road.

As soon as you got home, you went straight to your room and started studying. You had already gotten rid of one boy, you certainly didn't need to think about another, especially from one interaction. What is wrong with you? Pulling out all of your notebooks, you were determined to distract your mind when you notcied your english notes weren't returned. Tara. You shook your head and gave a soft chuckle as you opened your history notes and started to go through them. History was your favorite subject so it wasn't difficult for you to remember lessons from it. You went through pretty fast and studied half of your science notes as well before you crashed from exhasution. Thoughts of school, eddie, and jason fled from your brain as sleep took over your body.

Thankfully your alarm was set to wake you up at the same time everyday on weekdays because you slept the rest of the day and through the night until it was time for school again. When you were fully awake, you turned off the alarm and noticed the lights had been turned off and a blanket was pulled over you seeing as you were on top of your comforter. Your mom must have come in late last night to check on you.

Your morning routine stayed the same and soon enough, you were back at school and in your first class. Anxiousness filled your body as you realized you would more than likely have to see Jason today. After his outburtst yesterday, you weren't sure if he would leave you alone or not. You could take Eddie up on his offer but the truth was you didn't need protection or help. You could handle yourself and if anything, it would be tara beating his ass.

Your name being called from the roster pulled you from your thoughts and you muttered a 'here'. First class was homeroom so it was more like a free period. Most teachers let you do whatever you wanted in homeroom as long as you didn't get too loud. But today the teacher wanted you to get in pairs to discuss finals and assignments so you were on the right track.

You suddenly remembered eddie was in this class and subtly turned your head to see if he was there and sure enough he was in the same seat. Before yesterday you typically wouldn't have cared where he was considering he was just like any other student but after what he did for you, it was like you wanted to know more about him. His eyes met yours and raised his eyebrows up. "Wanna be partners?" You flushed and stammered a bit before clearing your throat. "Uh yeah sure." You hadn't expected that, not this early and soon. But you would humor it. What's the worst that could happen? Just as you were about to move, he got up and sat in the chair next to you. He had nothing with him but a notebook and a pencil. You were slightly confsued as to where he kept all of his work but that wasn't really important right now.

Before talk about finals and school, you had something else you wanted to discuss with him. "I wanted to thank you again for yesterday. I don't know if you were the only one to notice but you were the only person who did something." He breathed out heavily but not out of annoyance or stress, it was more like he was thinking about what you said and the events that took place just yesterday morning. "It was really no problem. Just did what I knew was right."

For some reason, that comment upset you in a way. Almost as if what had happened wasn't important or just simply not enough to talk about. But maybe he just didn't know what to say so you changed the subject. "I did have a question though. What did you mean when you said you knew more about me than I thought you did?"m The question had been presenting itself in your brain since yesterday. He half smiled and cleared his throat, tapping his pencil on the desk. ""It means that I watch you or observe, yeah that's less creepy." The admittance shocked you. What was so interesting about you? "Word flies fast in this god forskaen school. Just so happens people talk good about you and we've talked a handful of times. Let's just say Carver never desevred you." You felt unsure on how to take that comment in considering it had been said with such respect and genuineness but also not something you expected from the "bad boy".

"Thank you. That means a lot." You decided to go with the simple but grateful response and tried to move on beofore the awkwardness set in. "Um, so did you want to compare notes ? I'm so stressed for the finals." He gave you a look you couldn't comprhend that laid between awe and humor. "You really are a good girl aren't you?" You blinked a couple of times trying to understand whre he was going with that question. "I'm not sure what you mean. I just want to pass. Don't you?" He sighed and leaned his head onto his hand. "Well of course but I'm too far behind. The finals would let me pass though if I got just a good enough grade but I doubt it." So the rumors were true. He really didn't do school work that often but why? There was another question that had always kept you curious. "Did you get held back?" The words left your lips before you could fully process it. Your hand instinctively went over your abrasive mouth. "I'm so sorry. I have no idea why I just said that." He chuckled and shrugged, leaning forward. "it's not a secret sweetheart. Yes I did. No reason to hide it. Is that a problem?"

You shook your head, mouth parting slightly before speaking. "No no! Of course not. It's honestly none of my business. Look, I have notes for every class to help me study for the finals. Did you maybe want me to help you study for the next couple of weeks so you have a chance to pass?" He stared at you, a puzzled look crossing his face. "you would do that? Won't your reputation be ruined?" The comment felt like a slap to the face and went a whole different direction from the conversation that was just had, the dissappointment flooding your body. "I don't have a reputation and even if I did, that went over a cliff the moment I ended it with my mentally abusive boyfriend, okay? If you don't want my help, you can just say that." The bell rung at that moment which was perfect timing to make an exit. You gathered your things and got up quickly, trying to leave the classroom before anything else could be said. Maybe Eddie Munson was just like people said after all. What had you said or done to provoke a response like that?

As you reached the doorway, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist causing you to look back. "wait. I'm sorry. That was me being a dick. I-" You pulled your wrist away. "You think?" He pulled you off to the side and looked down at you. "It came off the wrong way. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that you're a nice girl and people like you and well people don't like me" You sighed and looked at the ground for a couple of seconds before looking him in the eye. "I can make my own decisions and hang out with or help whoever I want. If people had a problem with that, not my issue." He pursed his lips and a look between embarrasment and awkwardness covered his features. "You're right. I shouldn't have said it and I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I would like your help."

He seemed like he was being sincere and giving him a second chance was something a lot of people neglected to do. Being treated the way he is would cause you to build a wall and that was something you could understand. "Okay fine. But say anything like that again, you can forget it." He gave a wry smile and nodded once. "Duly noted. So where should we meet? Your place?" You shook your head quickly. "No. My mom will question the hell out of you and I would rather not have to endure an iterrogation myself. Either a public place or your place?" You questioned, curiousity peeking at the edges indicating you were wanting to know where he lived.

“I live in a trailer park so not sure if you would want to be somewhere like that.” Confusion took over your features as you took in his words. Was he embarrassed about where he lived? “I’m not one to care or judge where people live? I don’t mind coming to yours.” He blinked and pulled his head back, surprised that you had no hesitation about it. “Oh okay. Well I guess you can come around, say 5?” You nodded and smiled with your lips. “Sounds good. I gotta get to class. Bye Eddie.” You left the room before he could respond and walked quickly to your next class trying to understand how everything was changing around you in just a day.

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The rest of the day went by pretty fast and the classrooms you shared with Eddie were spent talking about a bunch of random things. He was really easy to have a conversation with and it kept your attention. Plus he also happened to be funny and quick with his responses. It was a completely different story than the one people had been telling and it was refreshing to have someone listen to you, really listen to you.

After class, Eddie walked you to your car and stood with you for a couple of minutes just talking. Tara came up, eyes slightly widened as if she was trying to comprehend something. Eddie shifted uncomfortably and gave her a tight lipped smile. “I guess I’ll see you later?” You cursed yourself knowing she was going to question everything as soon as he walked away. “Yeah see you later.” No point in trying to hide it.

As soon as he left ear shot, Tara hit your arm. “Not gonna talk again huh? And see you later? What in the hell does that mean?” You deadpanned and crossed your arms. “You never gave my notes back.” She squinted her eyes in annoyance and grab the notes out of her backpack and handed them to you. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me everything.”

So you did. Every detail was shared including the study partner part and the entire time, Tara was squealing and dropping her jaw at the most mundane information. That’s who she was though. Excited about life and you couldn’t help but love her for it. “Okay that’s a lot to take in. I’m not against it though.” You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder and shifted to your other foot. “I’m so glad I have your approval.” She scoffed and waved her hand in the air, a dismissal. “You know what I mean. I’m glad you’re getting back out there though. Just didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

“Wow. Okay yeah no. Definitely not getting back out there. I’m just helping him study. I am not ready for another relationship.” You admitted. "I am literally just trying to help him get through the rest of the year." She groaned very dramatically and pretended to look intersted in her nails. "Yeah okay. We will just pretend that he doesn't have a massive crush on you and that I don't see you making eyes at him." You made strangly hands at her and made a sound through gritted teeth which got you a concerned look from people around you that were also lingering in the parking lot. "He doesn't have a crush on me and I don't make eyes at him. Yes he's attractive but I just got out of a very toxic relationship and I need to focus on school. Hence why I am helping him focus on school. If something happens to come from it, then it happens. Until then, he is my study partner and...a friend." The conversation didn't last much longer as both of you had to get home. It was getting close to 4 and you needed to be over eddie's place at 5.

Once you got home, you changed into some shorts and a V neck and the time flew by and soon enough you were back in your car headining over to the trailer park. You knew where it was considering Hawkins was a small town and you just so happened to pass it every once in a while. It took about 10 minutes to get there and soon enough, you parked and got out of the car looking around. Nervousness hit you as you saw a couple people outside staring at you, some giving you dirty looks. People like you who had it better than most weren't really welcome around this part of town.

You didn't blame them knowing how people treated the lower class but it still didn't settle the anxiousness creeping up. One guy jumped up and walked over to you, footsteps heavy and a beer bottle in his hand. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing around here? Looking for some trouble?" Your eyes widened and you took a small step back. "N-No of course not. My friend Eddie-" His sharp laugh cut you off. "Eddie Munson? Nah you better go on before trouble finds you." He closed in on you again when you saw Eddie running up and grabbing the mans shoulder. "Dan, it's okay. I invited her here. You okay?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, walking you away from the scene. "Sorry about him. He-he means well. Most people who come here to see me usually start shit."

Although you were still a little shaken up, you nodded and let him lead you into his trailer. "it's okay. I understand. He has a right to be catious." You looked around his place and it was actually really nice in here. Of course it was small but it was cozy and cleaned up well. You noticed the broom and dustpan out and the tied up trash bag and realized he must have been cleaning before you got here. How sweet.

He noticed you looking around and shifted on his feet uncomfortably not knowing what you were thinking. "Well thank you for understanding. It's not...the easiest living around these parts but it does its best. Sorry about the clutter and the smallness of it." He chuckled awkwardly while he fidgeted with one of his rings. "Don't apologize. I like it in here." You shrugged off your backpack and sat down on the couch and took in everything around you. He only had a couple of picutre frames up with him and what looked like his dad or maybe uncle? There were a couple of coasters scattered around and a couple of random objects. A dice, an empty glass, and a notebook. You felt the cushions shift and you looked over to see that he had sat next to you. "Thanks." He smiled softly. You nodded and pulled your backpack into your lap, digging some contents out. "Of course. Um I was thinking we could start with math since it's the hardest." He agreed and the studying started. It was rough at first because he was a lot further behind than you thought but he started to get the hang of it after about an hour of explaining different things. Between snack breaks and time outs, it was going pretty smoothly and he caught on really fast. You had him do a couple of test questions and when he got all but one right, you smiled and high fived him. "I bet that if we do it like this for the other subjects, you'll get a passing grade!"

Eddie's face lit up and he let out a gasp of air that sounded like relief. "I literally cannot thank you enough. I know we still have a ton to do and I know it's taking time away from you but I don't know if i even would have tried if you didn't offer." You gathered all of your things back into your backpack and zipped it up giving a soft smile. "It's really no problem. You helped me so I am returning the favour. I do have to get home though but I'm pretty much free all the time after school so we can do this whenever." He stood up with you and walked you to your car which you appreiacted greatly. "Be safe getting home." He opened your drivers door and shut it after you got in and said, "I will. Thank you." You drove home and thought about how tonight was the first night in a long time that you felt fully free and happy. The smiled that took over your face remained the rest of the car ride home.

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For the next couple of weeks, you helped Eddie study almost everyday after school until you were positive he was confident in all of the subjects. There were bumps in the road and frustrations in the air but you were patient with him and he was respectful towards you. After the first week and a half of doing this, you started feeling nervous around him which wasn’t something you were used to. He was just so nice and funny and definitely wasn’t bad to look at. You were a little scared of catching feelings considering everything that happened with Jason and also because it hadn’t been that long since the relationship was over. You had talked to Tara about it and for the first time, she actually gave advice that made sense.

She had said “how you feel about someone isn’t something you can control. There’s no time limits or expectations on how soon you can fall for someone. It just happens. I wouldn’t stress about it. You guys are becoming really good friends and if something happens, then it happens. Don’t force it but don’t push it away.”

It helped you think a lot on the situation and she was right. How you were starting to feel about Eddie wasn’t something you could control. Spending time with him and having real conversations had been what set the feelings off in the first place. You were skeptical about if he had feelings for you or not. The way he looked at you and the way he brushed you hair behind your ears. The way he defended you against Jason anytime he tried to make a comment.

It was Sunday and finals started tomorrow. You wanted to help Eddie go over everything one more time to make sure he was prepared. And maybe because you just wanted to see him. You had shown up at his trailed, unannounced. You hoped he wouldn’t be busy or upset but when you knocked and the door opened, he stood there with that beautiful smile on his face. “What are you doing here?” He stepped aside as you walked through the door. “I was wondering if you wanted to go over everything really quick one more time. Sorry I showed up with no warning. I guess I could have called your landline.” He shut the door and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh no it's okay. You're welcome here anytime. You know that. And I would actually really appreciate going over it one more time. My nerves are running high for tomorrow but I think I’ll pass.” You smiled and shrugged your jacket off, laying it across the back of his couch. “I know you will. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Eddie Munson.”

He walked over and hovered over you, causing your stomach to flip. “Well you’re more thoughtful than you give yourself credit for. And also smarter.” He chuckled. You grinned and shoved his shoulder. “Oh hush.” Your cheeks turned slightly red and you watched as the smirk grew on his face. He sat down on the couch and his eyes followed you as you took a seat next to him. "I stayed up late the past few nights to make these flashcards so I'm really hoping they work." You chuckled and bit your lip. He smiled and cleared his throat, staring right at you. You tried to focus on the flashcards and the words written on them so you didn't stutter over your words.

You began using the flashcards and you had to admit, they were helping you too. It was actually really fun to go through them and it was def because you were doing it with eddie. It went back and fourth with one person asking the question and the other answering. For some unknown reason, both of you were cracking up at this ridiculousness of it all. You were answering most of them right and when you finally got one wrong, Eddie stood up and pointed. "Ha! You did not get that right!" You gasped and stood up alongside him and grabbed the card from his hand. "What? No way." You looked at the answer and pursed your lips. "I did in fact get that one wrong." He laughed and you flung the card at him. He scoffed and picked it up. "Sore loser."

"mmmm. Pretty sure I got more right than-" Your sentence got cut off as your scream replaced it when eddie suddenly picked you up and flung you over his shoulder. "what was that?" You hit his back and laughed. "Put me down right now!" He walked over to the couch and gently tossed your onto the cushions. You giggled and breathed out, the air blowing some of your hair away from your face. He stood above you, looking down. His smile faded slowly, the look on his face indicating he was deep in thought. "You okay?" You sat up pulling your knees to your chest to give him room to sit which he did. "yeah. I just uh- he never deserved you, you know?" Your lips parted and you shifted on the couch to where you were sitting directly next to him. "Who?" You knew who he was talking about but you wanted to hear him say it. "Jason. He never deserved anything about you and he's an idiot for not seeing the amazing girl that you are."

"That means a lot. Thank you but where is all this coming from?" He looked down at his rings and played with them for a second then let out a small laugh. He looked back up at you and shook his head. "Fuck it." He grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. You were taken aback for a second but then reality set in and you kissed him back, making a sound of content. He carressed your cheeks with his thumbs and your hands went into his curls. After about a minute, you both pulled back to get some air. "Wow. That was not what I was expecting." Your fingers grazed over your lips still feeling his own against yours. "If you couldn't tell from that, I really like you. Not just because of all the help you've given me but just getting to know you has been incredible."

You raised your eyebrows. "And here I thought you knew so much about me from observations." He rolled his eyes and grinned. "You know what i mean, you little shit." You giggled and leaned into him causing him to lean back into the couch, your head on his chest. "I just mean the real you. Not the one from the narratives from other people. But I've always had a small crush on you so..." You looked up at him and your mouth dropped. "Oh my god. Tara was right. You were into me."

He had his arm draped over your shoulder, fingers barely touching your skin, a tingly feeling going down your arm. "Yeah yeah. Tara is also an observationist." A small smile was on his face. "Well I was stupid for not truly noticing you." He scrunched his eyebrows and licked his lips. "Nah. Jason had you wrapped around his finger. He was a controlling dick." You pulled your face up and kissed him softly. "None of that was real. That's clear to me now. I don't even think I had real feelings for him. I just thought I did because everyone wanted him and he went after me. You, however, I do have real feelings for."

"Well good because he's gonna be so livid." He laughed which caused you to laugh. "Oh fucking well. According to you, he lost a great girl." He played with your hair and made a sound of agreement. "A very great girl."

The rest of the night was spent just talking and laughing until it got dark and you had to head home for dinner. He had just walked you out to your car and you were standing next to the open drivers door. "I had a great time tonight. We got a lot done and killed two birds with one stone." He grinned and grabbed your wrist, this time you didn't pull away, and pulled you close to him before kissing you, even better than the first one. "Goodnight, sweetheart." You bit your lip and slid into the drivers seat. "Goodnight, Eddie." He shut your door and you drove off, seretonin filling your brain. You had fallen for a boy, the 'freak' of hawkins high. Your mom would flip but it was all worth it and you don't regret one single thing.

ahhhhhh. I had so much trouble writing an ending for this story lol. I have so many other ideas for a part two if that's something anyone would want! I am so sorry I have been gone for so long, I am trying to get back into writing and this is a start!

[jenniferjareauwife]

I’m in my depressed era, so I would love to read about JJ helping her teenage daughter with a restrictive eating disorder <3

I Feel Like I Can't Eat

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: eating disorder

word count: 942

age: 15

summary: you've been struggling with an eating disorder and your mom notices so she helps you

a/n: i am too in my depressive era and am a hoe for hurt/comfort <3

I bit my lip as I stared at the food in front of me. This was the first time I was eating a meal with my mom in two months due to her crazy work schedule and my sports schedule.

"Do you not like it?" My mom asked softly. "I can make you something else." It was a new dish so I knew she would most likely buy the excuse.

"Yeah...sorry mom." She shook her head, signaling not to apologize before kissing my temple and putting my bowl on the kitchen counter for later.

"Y/n?" She asked as she opened the fridge.

"Yeah?"

"Why is the fridge full?"

"Because I went shopping." I said quickly.

"There's no new food in here." I felt my heart beat quickly. She knew. Of course she knew she was a profiler for the fucking BAU and I was her daughter she knew me like the back of her hand. She knew. "What's with the anxious face?"

"Mom..." I trailed off as she walked towards me with a fruit smoothie. "I'm not hungry." I could tell by her face that she wasn't buying it.

"Baby...I need you to talk to me."

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb, ok? I'm sorry that I haven't been here for a while, I'm really sorry about that. I love spending time with you and I love you more than anything. You know that right?" I nodded and leaned forward as she placed a kiss on my forehead. "But just because I've been gone doesn't mean that I haven't noticed things, ok? Now I need you to tell me what's going on so I can help." She reached for my hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

"I just..." I paused for a second, trying to figure out how to get the words out, thankfully she was patient with me. "I don't know...I just feel like I can't..."

"Cant what baby?" I leaned forward and put my head in my hands. She put her hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

"I feel like I can't eat." It came out as a whisper.

"Can you elaborate on that honey?"

"It's not that I don't like food...I mean I still like food...I think." It took me a few seconds to string together a sentence. "I just...I can't do it. Because it's so bad for me- mom I'm losing weight! I've wanted that for so long, you know that! And I'm finally getting it but after I'm done working out I get hungry but when I look at food I just get..."

"Nauseous? Anxious?" She finished my thoughts for me and I nodded. "So you still want to eat? You just feel like you can't?" I shrugged. "I can't help if you don't tell me everything baby."

"When I stopped eating I saw how much weight I was losing and I...I just stopped. It wasn't even the intentional at first but it really works, it really helps me lose weight but now I'm just...I'm scared to gain any weight back." I explained. "And I know it's bad, I know but whenever I go to take a bite of something it's like every cell in my body is screaming at me to stop and I can't fight past it." I took a shallow breath and clasped my hands together.

"Hey. Deep breaths." She told me softly, rubbing my back again, sighing as she felt how skinny I had gotten. "It's ok baby, just deep breaths, ok?" I leaned against her and hugged her arm.

"Do you want me to call your therapist? Tell her you need to start seeing her again?" I shrugged.

"I don't know if I want to do that yet."

"But don't you think it would be good to have someone to talk to?" She pointed out but I didn't say anything. She got the hint that I really didn't want to go to my therapist again so she just gave my knee a soft squeeze. "Well what can I do to help?" Her voice was unbelievably soft.

"Be here?" I shrugged and my eyes widened as I realized what I said. I knew how guilty she felt for never being here and I didn't want to make her feel bad, I didn't even mean it that way.

"Ok. Done. I'll take a month off, ok?"

"But-"

"Hey, no buts. I just want to make sure you're ok. You're my daughter honey I want to help you in any way I can." I nodded and squeezed her arm tighter. "You can come to me for anything, ok? I want you to know that y/n." I nodded. "Come here." She pulled me into her arms in a tight hug, something I had needed from her for months but was too scared to ask for.

After a few minutes she tried to pull away from the hug but I didn't let her. "I need you." I whispered.

"Ok. I'm not going anywhere." She assured me. "I love you so much y/n." She slowly rocked us back and forth, knowing that it calmed me down. "Starting tomorrow you're gonna eat at least two meals a day, ok?"

"Mom-"

"No protests. You need nutrition to survive honey. I'm not going to be lenient with this, ok? I need you to eat food. You need to eat food." She stroked my hair. "You can always talk to me about anything but I will be a hardass about you eating, ok?" I nodded, that seemed fair. If I had a kid I would do the same thing. "I love you kiddo."

"I love you too mom."

[foxymoxynoona]

honestly i would totally read a drabble with only ezra and lily in it. no jungkook no isabella. just the two babies doing baby things

Story: Amended, July in the new house timeframe Characters: Ezra & Lily, Isabella ft. Length: 3599 CW: none, General Audience appropriate Read more Amended shorts here (or check out my masterlist, making an Amended-specific masterpost soon)

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“Aww biscuits!”

Ezra froze on the stairs and listened to Lily’s muttered curse. When he’d walked through the kitchen only a moment ago, she was getting a banana for herself. She had declined his help opening it which was dumb because she was going to mush it up trying to get it open and then refuse to eat it. Mom said she was going through a phase. Ezra didn’t think he’d gone through a dumb phase like that and didn’t like that Mom had laughed when he said that but then she’d said all his phases were cute so… he guessed that was ok. Everyone was a little kid once upon a time, even him.

He heard the clink of a metal spoon against a ceramic bowl and decided he’d better check it out. Lily wasn’t supposed to be using a ceramic bowl. No one was. They were Gigi’s and Mom kept them high in the cabinets and one time JK had used one for cereal and Mom hadn’t been happy. He was confused which meant Ezra wasn’t the only one who thought it didn’t make sense to have bowls you weren’t actually allowed to eat out of. Mom said no one was allowed to use them anymore and put them up high but that was definitely what the clink sounded like unless Lily was doing something else weird.

He tossed his books to the top of the stairs and trudged back down, shaking his head about little sisters. He had offered to open the banana for her and then he wanted to just go read in his room because Parker had loaned him a couple Dr. Slump manga and JK had seen it  and suggested Mom should see them to make sure they were ok for Ezra to read which obviously meant he needed to read it immediately before Mom said no. That was yesterday and JK hadn’t said anything to Mom yet so maybe he’d forget. If they were bad Ezra wouldn’t read them but he was just curious what JK thought might not be ok for him to read.

He stepped into the kitchen and forgot all about Dr. Slump.

Lily stood in a growing pool of milk. The whole gallon lay sideways on the counter, glug-glugging onto the floor while she stood there and just watched it with big eyes. One of the forbidden cereal bowls was indeed next to the sink, the cabinet she had climbed and pulled it from still open. The silverware drawer was open. Two boxes of cereal were knocked off the top of the fridge and one lay sideways in the pool of milk. 

“I walked away one minute ago!” Ezra cried.

“Well I got hungry.”

“You said you wanted a banana.”

“It got mushy,” she said, glancing at three smushed bananas dangling out of the trashcan. 

“Mom said to get her if you wanted cereal,” Ezra reminded. As if cued, they heard the lawnmower start in the backyard. JK was away for the weekend and Mom was mowing the grass and Ezra and Lily were supposed to behave and play quietly and come get me if you need anything but Ezra was old enough to know that really meant don’t need anything unless someone is bleeding. Mom had definitely said some words worse than “aw biscuits” trying to figure out how to work the riding lawnmower. 

“I asked her but she couldn’t hear me.”

“Did you ask her while she’s mowing the lawn?”

“Yeah I was asking her.”

“Did you get close to ask her?”

“No are you crazy? She’s mowing the lawn! She’d chop me to smithereens!”

“Did you even wave your hand like this?” Ezra asked, demonstrating how his sister might have gotten Mom’s attention from the safety of the deck.

Lily shrugged and looked at the mess before asking, “Can you get me a bowl of cereal?”

“You might as well just dump the cereal on the floor and eat it like– no! Are you crazy? Don’t really do that!” he groaned as she promptly dropped to all fours and leaned forward, slowly, tongue out like she was going to do it. Her eyes were on him like she was waiting for him to laugh, but he knew better. She’d do it. Lily could be crazy to get a laugh. That’s why she kept saying aw biscuits because she’d said it and JK had laughed and now it was her favorite thing to say, even though Ezra explained she didn’t invent that, she got it from Bluey. 

Sure enough, she licked the floor-milk. But when he didn’t laugh, she decided not to bother.

“OK I’ll get the vacuum while you get the cereal,” Lily said.

“No I’ll get the vacuum, you’re scared of it.”

“Ok I’ll eat my cereal,” Lily said, turning to lift the box out of the milk like she’d planned this anyway. Ezra glared at the back of her head but didn't’ say anything because he was older and knew more things anyway. “The box is wet. I don’t want to eat this kind. Can you get that one?”

“I can’t reach that. How did you get these?”

“I threw Gidget’s toy until it knocked down,” Lily explained, grabbing it to do so again. It had also been in the milk and sent droplets flying everywhere, then lodged on top of the fridge. “Aw biscuits.”

“Get a kid bowl,” Ezra told her. He grimaced as he waded through the milk that instantly soaked his socks. “Ewwwww it’s so gross.”

“I kind of like it,” Lily admitted. Her socks and leggings were wet as she swished side to side. “Look I’m an ice skater!”

“You’re getting it everywhere!”

“Catch me!” She leapt in his direction but slipped exactly like he’d expected and landed on her knee. He watched her lip tremble and her eyes water. 

“You’re ok. You’re ok, you didn’t break anything,” he quickly assured her, crouching down. “Do you want me to get Mom? Did you break something? I don’t think you did.”

“Carry me.”

“You’re five, you’re too big for me to carry.”

“Daddy can carry me.”

“Yeah he’s a big grown up. I’m only nine and I’ll just slip in the milk and we’ll both get hurt. Stop ice skating and just get a bowl, ok?”

She sang a song as she got the bowl and Ezra wondered how to get the breakable one back into the cabinet. He wasn’t as good at climbing as she was and didn’t want to risk toppling off. Besides, he needed to get the milk cleaned up first. Part of him thought maybe he should go get Mom because this was a really big mess, but the other part of him really wanted to prove that she could trust him to keep an eye on Lily while she was mowing the lawn. It didn’t matter if JK wasn’t here, Ezra could take care of things too.

First thing was to get Lily out of here before she made it even worse. He sloshed through the milk to pick up the gallon only to realize it was broken, so she must have dropped it, not just dumped it over.

“How did you even get this out of the fridge? It was almost full.”

“I’m really strong,” she told him.

“If you’re so strong why did you drop it?”

“I was pouring it and the milk went out way too fast! It wasn’t slow at all! It was too heavy. It was even more heavy than I am strong.”

Ezra let out a sigh. Kids. Obviously if something was heavy to pick up it was going to be heavy to pour! 

There was just enough milk left in the broken jug to pour into her bowl. He poured the cereal on top because recently JK had seen him make cereal and told him you were supposed to put the cereal in first so Ezra was going to keep doing the opposite because JK couldn’t tell him what to do. Then he gave Lily the spoon and made her take her socks and pants off and sit at the table to eat. He threw her clothes and his socks into the washing machine that was already full of clothes anyway, then dragged the vacuum from the closet.

At this point he paused. Was a vacuum the right way to do it? Mom usually mopped up spills with towels, but it would take a lot of towels. Like a crazy number of towels, maybe every towel they owned.

“How many towels do you think we have?” he asked Lily.

“Oh I don’t know. Six? Or maybe nineteen.”

He decided to pull all the kitchen towels out of the drawer and drape them across the pool first to soak up as much as he could. They got really wet really fast and then were really gross but he hauled them over to the washing machine, back and forth. Probably he was never going to drink milk again after this. 

It still looked like too much liquid for the vacuum, so he unfurled the roll of paper towels next. At this point Lily came over and chucked her bowl in the sink.

“Now you have to help me clean this up,” he told her.

“Why? I didn’t do it.”

“I’m going to murder you–”

Lily gasped and shouted, “I’m telling Mom you said that!”

“Ok sorry sorry I didn’t mean it. I’m trying not to say it.”

“Mom said you have to pay one dollar of your allowance.”

“I’m not actually going to murder you, it’s just a saying because– because you did make this mess so you have to clean it up.”

“But you can’t murder me about it!”

“I’m not going to murder you. Fine. Sorry. I’ll give you a quarter if you don’t tell Mom,” Ezra bargained because Mom had sat him down and had a talk with him about saying I’m going to murder you or I’m going to kill you. She didn’t get it’s just a thing his friends said at school and sometimes Dad said it too and probably Mom had said it before too, it didn’t mean you were actually going to kill someone! But she told him all this stuff about how sometimes people do bad things in the world and it’s not funny to be casual and make jokes or be light about it and JK is a cop and all that and also he had sad things happen in Korea and Ezra wasn’t allowed to say that ever again. He didn’t really understand how it was all connected but fine, if Mom said it was such a big deal he would try not to say it – but it was really hard to stop saying something when your tongue just made the words come out! “Ok,” Lily beamed, happy about the quarter. She just liked them because they were the biggest coin, she didn’t even understand money. “But don’t forget or I’ll tell Mom you said it twice.”

“That would be lying.”

“No it isn’t… I’m not a liar.”

“Just help me clean up the milk,” Ezra sighed. “Take that towel and wipe up where you left all those footprints.”

“Woah this is a lot of towels.”

“Wait. Do you hear the lawn mower?”

Lily shared a look with him. They ran to the sliding door, tracking milky footprints around the table, and looked with terror around the backyard. It wasn’t that Ezra thought Mom would kill them for spilling the milk or anything, but he just thought it was better if she didn’t know.

“She’s there!” Lily cheered, pointing to Mom in a far corner of the yard. She was off the lawnmover, dragging some branches out of the way. She didn’t look happy. Gidget was penned up but barking like crazy.

“If Gidget keeps barking she might bring her inside, we have to hurry,” Ezra decided, feeling the rush of urgency course through him.

“AGHHHHH” Lily shrieked in a panic and did a somersault, then ran towards the kitchen to mop furiously at the floor, flinging milk, tearing the paper towels, doing more harm than good.

“Just hold the trash open,” Ezra huffed. It was a good thing she was cute because she wasn’t much help for anything ever. Together they tossed the sopping towels into the trash can, then Lily ran shrieking to crouch in the stairwell as Ezra ran the vacuum cleaner around the kitchen –the little one that Mom was strong enough to carry up and down the stairs, but he thought it was really hard to drag around still and he wasn’t sure it did much good. It seemed to just blow the milk around. 

He shoved it back in the closet and saw Lily climbing on the counter again, putting the bowl back into the cabinet.

“You aren’t supposed to use those,” he reminded her.

“Why not?”

“Mom said so. I don’t know. Moms are weird about things sometimes.”

“So are Dads,” Lily nodded sagely.

“Do you mean JK? He’s not your dad.” He felt bad about saying it as soon as the words were out because sometimes Lily got upset if you pointed out she didn’t have a dad, or she was just confused and thought his dad was her dad. He hadn’t meant it to be mean, but JK was their stepdad, it wasn’t the same thing as having a dad.

“I didn’t say he was,” Lily rolled her eyes and clambered down from the counter. “But he’s still a dad.”

“He’s not anyone’s dad.”

“He’s Gidget’s dad! And Crabby’s!”

“I guess you can say that if you want to…”

“Can I go play now? This is boring.”

“I know it’s boring but I want to be reading my book and you made the mess! Next time just ask for help,” he scolded.

“But I don’t need help, I can do it by myself.”

“Then why did you spill all the milk?”

“It wasn’t my fault, it was the milk’s fault!”

“For being too heavy?”

“I think we’re done here,” Lily announced and turned to pad off to the living room.

“Hey put some pants on, your underwear is hanging out!” he reminded her.

“I like it that way. Oh yeah, oh yeah, doot doot doot,” she sang, doing a little butt-shaking dance. 

Ezra laughed at her silly style because she was really bad at dancing but it was cute. He saw a little more milk on the counter but he was out of all towels, so he took his shirt off and wiped it down, then tossed that into the washing machine and closed it. He put the busted gallon of milk in the recycling and wrote on the shopping list Mom kept on the fridge: Milk. He couldn’t reach to get the cereal boxes back up without dragging over a chair and just as he was going to do it he heard Mom’s footsteps on the stairs up to the deck and had the primitive instinct to flee.

Apparently Lily did too because she ran screaming through the kitchen and up the stairs, “I NEED PANTS!”

Gidget sprinted in as soon as Mom opened the door and Ezra remembered too late that the last bananas were still on the counter where they weren’t supposed to leave them because Gidget could reach, but he was already halfway up the stairs and couldn’t do anything about it. 

“Everything ok in here?” Mom called through the house.

He grabbed his books at the top of the stairs and shouted back, “Yes!” before diving into his bedroom. 

“Boo!” Lily shouted, throwing his covers off of herself where she’d been hiding in his bed, waiting for him.

Ezra pretended to be scared, then threw a pillow at her and reminded, “Go get some pants on!”

“I don’t have any pants! I’ll wear some of yours and you can wear some of mine.”

“I don’t want to wear your pants,” he pointed out.

“It’s a new rule I just made up.”

“What’s the rule?” he asked, flopping down beside her after he had a new shirt on. His feet and arms still felt gross and sticky.

“You give me a quarter and–”

“KIDS! WHY AM I STICKING TO THE FLOOR?” Mom shouted.

“I think Mom wants to talk to you,” he told Lily, whose eyes went big.

“What if she feeds me to the birds?” Lily asked in a whisper.

“I don’t think birds eat little girls.”

“But what if she puts peanut butter and sunflower seeds on me. They like that a lot.”

“I don’t think Mom will waste that much peanut butter.”

“KIDS?”

Ezra didn’t much want to face Mom’s wrath, but he felt bad for Lily looking so nervous about it, so he held out his hand and sighed, “Come on, I’ll go with you. Next time just let me peel your banana, ok? I can just get it started for you.”

“And take off the black part I don’t like?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok I want a banana now.” It was like she’d already forgotten Mom was calling for them downstairs. Which was exactly what she said to Mom too when they stepped into the kitchen a moment later to find Mom pulling cleaning supplies and more rags out of the laundry closet. Ezra didn’t know those were in there.

“Definitely more than nineteen,” he told Lily.

“Can I have a banana, Mom?”

“Looks like there was an incident,” Isabella sighed. 

“Someone murdered the milk,” Lily agreed. “It was me. I mean, it wasn’t me!”

“How’s mowing the lawn going?” Ezra asked. He just meant it as a change of subject, but Mom’s eyes narrowed.

“Fine… why?”

“It’s taking a long time.”

“Yeah well…” She looked sweaty and tired and serious, but her stern look cracked into a smile. “It’s not going great. Don’t tell JK.”

“I think he’s going to notice,” Ezra pointed out. “I thought he said not to do it because he would do it when he got home.” Not that he wanted to promote JK too much, but he did think it was better for JK to do that kind of work and Mom could just play with them or read or something.

“And I thought I told you two to get me if you needed any snack you couldn’t reach with both feet on the floor, huh?”

“We can say someone murdered the lawn mower!” Lily suggested.

“Ok enough with murder. We don’t use that word, remember? It’s time to do your time. We’re scrubbing these floors, Lily.”

Ezra looked at the kitchen, at Gidget eagerly licking the sticky floor, at his sweaty, tired Mom.

“I can help Lily scrub and you can put the lawn mower away and nobody gets fined a dollar and we can pretend like this never happened,” he suggested. “Except we should probably buy more milk.”

“Yeah, probably so,” Mom snorted. “Deal. Thanks for being such good kids trying to clean up, but next time just get me, ok? Here’s the spray, don’t get it in your face, I’ll be back in five minutes. Don’t let Gidget get into the trash!” She was gone in a heartbeat and Ezra let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sold on JK lately, but he had to admit that Mom seemed a lot less stressed these days. She didn’t get so mad when they messed up!

“It’s really gross and sticky,” Lily complained. “Ewwww it smells bad.”

Ezra looked at the bottle and made a face as he read, “It’s grapefruit.”

“But I like grapes.”

“Not grapefruit, it’s different. It’s really gross. I bet JK likes grapefruit.”

“He likes grapes like me.”

“Lots of people like grapes,” Ezra rolled his eyes. 

“Arrrr I’m a pirate!” Lily sang, sliding the rag back and forth on the ground where Ezra had sprayed. “I’m Pirate Princess Barbie!” She let out a sigh and sat up. “This is boring.”

“Yeah it’s boring because I’m faster than you. When you go that slow it’s boring.”

“I’m faster than you. I’m faster than anyone who ever lived,” Lily argued.

“Not faster than me. Prove it.”

Lily let out a war cry and set to scrubbing at a crazy pace. Ezra tried to keep a straight face but after half a minute couldn’t help it and mimicked her insane energy, yelling and scrubbing and making up a pirate song as best he could. He didn’t really like to sing but Lily never judged him so it was ok around her.

There, was that good enough? He and Lily sat next to each other and leaned against the cabinets, trying to judge by looking if they’d done enough.

“You’re supposed to say thank you for helping you,” he told Lily.

“But you didn’t get me a banana.”

“But I helped clean up the mess you made! Twice!”

“I already said thank you.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did!”

“Well I didn’t hear you,” he said, certain she had not said thank you. 

She sighed and let her head fall to his shoulder and murmured in a monotone voice, “Thank you, Ezra.” 

Actually thanked, he was embarrassed to have demanded it. It was fine, he didn’t mind helping his sister. She was the only sister he had. Even if she was a little butt sometimes.

“Now can I have a banana?” she asked him.

Just as Gidget took a flying leap, grabbed the last two bananas off the counter and raced off.

“CATCH THAT DOG!”

[formosusiniquis]

today is a new day to find you

Chapter 1 coming to an archive near you on October 12th!

Very excited about my @steddiebang fic that I've been working on and will soon be released to the public! Featuring art from the supremely talented @sammichtastic and @milkychai (Catch them on twitter at Sammiches and milkychai) and Beta'd by @rainingingeorgia

Taking my love of the timeloop and making it everyone's problem, enjoy a sneak peek below the cut 💕

“You’re into all that fantasy and sci fi shit, right?” His question leads and so does he, pushing the doors open to the library like he expects Eddie to trail behind him. So used to the assured obedience of his little lapdog he expects the stray he’s found to do it too. 

Eddie does. So maybe he’s just proved Harrington right, but he can feel good in his own head knowing he isn’t following Harrington around like a trained dog because he is. He’s following him around because this is the weirdest fucking thing to ever happen to him, and like any good improviser he wants to follow this thing all the way into the ground. 

The distinction is enough for him, even if he doubts Harrington picks up on it. 

“I’ve been known to enjoy a wizard or two in my time.” 

Steve sighs, there’s a pinched off look on his face. Something that reminds Eddie of the Home Mom at his last placement. The way she would slow blink her eyes and hold them squeezed shut so tight he thought it must hurt her brain. The way her lips would thin as she pressed them shut there was just a thin white line where it once was. Annoyance, exhaustion. Something unique that manages to scream that it’s you, the kid in front of them, that has caused this expression. 

“Could you just-”

Eddie as a rule doesn’t get embarrassed about being annoying. He cares. Of course he cares. He’s created this shell of leather and metal and obnoxious overexcitement around himself so no one knows just how earnestly he cares about everything. 

It's a question that isn't really a question. ‘Can I tell you's and ‘is it okay if I say's are all just polite introductions to statements that are going to come regardless. Eddie isn't the best socialized, but he knows a question like that can only be answered with, "Sure, whatever dude." 

So he hates, hates the meek red faced little, “Sorry,” that manages to slip past his own shield.

“Can I tell you something that’s gonna make me sound crazy?” 

For all the rush Harrington had in flipping Eddie's whole morning on its head, he's reticent now. Fiddles with a pencil that got left behind on the table. Scans the bookcases behind him with unseeing eyes. Opens and closes his mouth like a fish on the deck of a boat, but no sound comes out. Not a single syllable. 

"Listen Harrington, it's normal to get annoyed with your friends-" 

"What? This isn't about Tommy?" He is capable of speech then, not some freaky pod person. "He is that bad then?" 

"No comment." Harrington's sad eyed routine isn't gonna catch him up, not today. "Can't think of anything that would be crazy enough that you're scared to tell the Freak." 

He takes a breath, readying himself, "I keep waking up and it's today." 

It hurts, the way the snort rips itself up from the back of his throat. Eddie almost gags on his laugh, "Yeah, that is how time works Harrington. I wake up and everyday is today, tomorrow, tomorrow only a day away." Fuck he's going to have that song stuck in his head for the rest of the day. 

"No," his hands hit the table, soft enough that they don’t make a sound in the all but empty library but it’s enough. So much is already lurking at the surface. It’s Steve’s hands, sharp and demanding silence. It’s hands hitting the top of the pulpit making his head hit the top of the pew. It’s hands hitting the kitchen table making his cereal bowl jump and his Momma gasp. He flinches back, chair teetering on its back two legs before he finds his balance again. “Sorry, sorry,” Harrington rushes to apologize, ripping his hands back from the table, clutching his nonexistent pearls. 

“No,” he repeats, softer like he’s a step away from running a knuckle down the back of a cat he’s spooked. “I keep waking up to the same today. It’s just Friday again and again and again.” 

“Like the story?” 

“Like what?” His nose wrinkles with his confusion. The part of Eddie that is still a teenager, the parts of him that aren’t fucking worldweary or whatever Uncle Wayne says, wants to kick and fawn over the soft parts of Steve fucking Harrington. The fussy bunny wrinkle of his nose and the curious way his eyes light up even though he’s 

Well Eddie doesn’t really know what he is. Confused probably. What are the chances that Harrington has suffered a psychotic break, that the weight of the crown had grown too heavy. But even if he’s just confused, he’s probably scared. The two go hand in hand, don’t they?

Edide’s never been more scared in his life than when that sad faced cop had pulled him out of the back of the car. When no one would tell him what was happening or where his mom was. Lost and confused and terrified about what was happening and what would happen later. 

“There’s, um, this story, I found it going through the library magazine backlog; they’ve got some really sweet Fantasy and Science Fiction mags on order.” Steve is just staring at him. Quiet, fixated, and a little unsettling -- and that’s coming from the self declared freak of Hawkins High. “That’s not important,” he mutters into a strand of hair he pulls in front of his face, it’s warm God why was the library so warm today. “There’s this story about a guy, he keeps reliving the same hour over and over, from noon to one. Everything is exactly the same except for the things he interacts with.” 

If he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t expect Harrington to laugh and say ‘gotcha.’ Mostly because he knows Harrington won’t have read the story, he doesn’t really think the guy reads much at all. He doesn’t expect him to go still, still as the grave, staring at Eddie with a haunted seriousness. “What’s causing it? How does it end?” 

“It’s just a story, Harrington,” he bites back. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. Something about this is wrong. 

If he weren’t watching he would have missed it. the way his eyes shutter and blank. The way a placid, easy going smile spreads across his face; butter on hot toast. His hands spread out in front of him, they would say ‘easy man, I come in peace’ if the tips of his fingers weren’t shaking. “Maybe you're just a good storyteller, Munson. Isn’t that your whole deal.” 

It’s patronizing in the worst way. 

“Feel like I should emphasize the fiction part of science fiction here, Harrington.” Was it wrong to indulge this break he was going through. Should he get the nurse or something. 

“Will you tell me about it or not, Eds. I can always go to the library myself.” 

“It's a parallel universe, antimatter and shit, pulling away from our universe. Time vectors or something make them relive the same hour, what was supposed to be once but this guy, Castleman, is the only one who knows that they’re reliving it over and over again.” 

“How does he get out of it?” 

“He doesn’t.”

[understandingbimbos]

If you are specifically only interested in bimbofication as transformation AND bimbos as a cultural figure, I feel like that’s a difficult perspective to reconcile. Because there are hardly any bimbofication-transformations in mass media. Popular bimbo (or bimbo-ish) figures are almost always just “like that,” the bimboism is essential to their personality and always has been. Hot girl makeover narratives are a popular genre but they usually go to pains to make it clear that the subject’s personality/sense of self is mostly unchanged.

Anyways I think your writing is really interesting and articulate and hope you keep going. Do you have a sense of your target audience? I feel like your work probably doesn’t appeal to most people in the fetish because it’s nuanced and critical, which is a good thing, but hard if you want more people to read/engage with your stuff. Good luck!

I want the book to be open to and palatable to outsiders as a source of information, but I don't have specific or concrete audience besides that. I would like my approach to the subject matter to be somewhere between Dworkin and Scott McCloud.

And... yes, you do not see bimbofication in the mainstream. The closest I've seen any film come to it is Nightmare Sisters from 1988 and Repligator from 1998, and calling either of those mainstream is being very generous. I think there's also a bit part in Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama. And the comic adaptation of Dragon's Lair has Daphne getting dumber while she's trapped in her bubble, there's no growth but she already has a sexy/curvaceous body.

Then there's those two episodes of Sabrina, the one where she gets stuck looking like a walking pinup, and one where her evil doppelganger curses her to become stupid and boy crazy. There's that infamous scene from Leprechaun 3 with Stretch. One sort of indirect one that sticks with me, and I think I've mentioned this before, is what happens to Lorraine in Back to the Future 2. When Marty goes back to the bad present that Biff fucked up and his mom now an alcoholic trophy wife in a glitzy dress and big fake implants, but I don't know if that stuck with anyone else.

Lastly, I've seen others cite the animated explanation sequence in The Stepford Wives (2004) and Foxy Loxy's transformation in Chicken Little (2005). I don't think I've posted anything from any of these movies, and I really probably should.

I'm also not sure if this is something I've actually posted or just thought about but it struck me quite recently that bimbofication is really just an inverse of the Galatea myth, as in Pygmalion, as in My Fair Lady, as in Born Yesterday, Pretty Woman. Where you have in these narratives low-class women and sometimes straight up actual bimbos being reformed and becoming proper ladies, bimbofication is the exact opposite. You don't see it because it is a narrative tragedy, nearly horror, nowhere near romantic, a proper lady becoming a common whore...

(Which reminds me, I forgot the best "mainstream" "bimbofication" sequence, Halle Berry in Movie 43, remind me to post this later)

Anyway, like I was saying, a nightmare. But when we consider it in the context of Pygmalion, ancient myth, the very idea of bimbofication becomes a lot less insane. Pyggie took to crafting Galatea because he saw women practicing prostitution and begin to detest "the faults beyond measure which nature has given to women". It only stands to reason that there have been at least some people throughout human history, way before any of us were around, before bimbos, before bimbofication, that felt the exact opposite -- people who detested not whores but the stuffy or virtuous woman. People who's ideal Galatea would be no pure and innocent but wanton and shameless. And when George Bernard Shaw adapted and modernized this story in 1913, I'm sure that idea wormed its way into the head of even more people, even though we may never know. Someone had to read or watch the story of Eliza Doolittle and Henry Higgins and dream of the opposite, respectable lady to stupid bitch.

(Which reminds me... I forgot The Twilight Zone Episode, Number 12 Looks Just Like You. I have a post drafted on my other blog referencing that you might see soon. Maybe. Maybe not.)

I guess that's all to say, you are absolutely correct that there is no real basis for bimbofication in popular media. The seeds have existed here and there for a long time but that doesn't mean any of it was a direct or intentional influence. I think I made a forum post asking bimbofication authors about it and their frame of reference seemed to be entirely underground science-fiction and other erotica writers.

And who's to say who inspired by the bimbofication BDSM people, or how far back that goes? Or the artists who draw transformation sequences? Who drew the first bimbo TF sequence? Did the idea just come to them? That's kind of the thing.

Respectable lady to stupid bitch slut, no matter how niche this fetish is, is NOT a novel concept by any means. For those of who are into bimbofication as a revenge fantasy, its pretty much basic misogyny, no different than Pygmalion's, just in a different direction.

[milfweirdal]

Way back when I was just a little bitty bwoy, livin' in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop... You know the place. Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuust PEACHY! Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. D'ohhhh, BIG BOWL OF SAUERKRAUT! EVERY SINGLE MORNIN'! It was driving me crazy! I said to my mom, I said "Hey, mom! What's up with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother. She just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train, and she leaned right down next to me, and she said... (deep breath) "IT'S GOOD FOR YOOOUUU!!" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old! That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place, where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer, and the towels are oh-so-fluffy! Where the Shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel! (inhale) WOCKA WOCKA DOO DOO YEAH! well let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true, because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize! That's right, a first class one-way ticket - tooo Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Oh yeah. You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before, and I gotta tell ya, it was really great! Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor, and the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time, the flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore, and, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died!!......Except for me~ You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up! And my seat back in the full upright position, had my tray table up, And my seat back in the full upright position, had my tray table up, and my seat back in the full upright position! Ahahahaha! Ahahaha. Hahhhhh.... So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage! I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days! ....Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball and my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel! But finally I arrived at the world famous... Albuquerque Holiday Inn! Where the towels are oh-so-fluffy! And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna! It's OK, they're clean! Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C and I turned on the SpectraVision and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very-very-much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door. (BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG) Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer. "Who is it~?" There's no answer! "WHO IS IT!" They're not sayin' anything! So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected: It's some big fat h***********e with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. Oh man, I hate it when I'm right. So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel, and I'm like "Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me!" And he's like "Tough!" And I'm like "Give it!" And he's like "Make me!" And I'm like, "'Kay!" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation yesindeedyoubetterbelieveit (WHEEZE) And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook, and twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice. And you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said! It said "If you'd like to make a call~ please hang up and try again~ If you need help, hang up and then dial your oooooooperator~ If you'd like to make a call~ please hang up and try again~ If you need help, hang up and then dial your oooooooperator~" In Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest - I would not sleep for an instant - until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice. But first, I decided to buy some donuts. So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says "Yeeeeeah, whaddaya waaaant?!" (brief but sick guitar solo) I said "You got any glazed donuts?" He said "Nawwww, we're outta glazed donuts!" I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said "Nawwww, we're outta jelly donuts!" I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?" He said "Nawwww, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts!" I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said "NAWWWW, WE'RE OUTTA CINNAMON ROLLS!" I said "YOU GOT ANY APPLE FRITTERS?" He said "NAWWWW, WE'RE OUTTA APPLE FRITTERS!" I said "YOU GOT ANY BEAR CLAWS?" He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check." (slightly longer sick guitar solo) "NAAWWWW, WE'RE OUTTA BEAR CLAWS!" I said "Well, in that case.... in that case, what do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving crazed weasels." I said "OK, I'll take that." So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over (HAHNGHNNAsnortHNAGHGNH) oh man, they were just going nuts! They were tearin' me apart! ....You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head. I believe it went a little something like this: D'OHHHHH!! GET EM OFF ME GET EM OFF ME! OHHHHHH! NO GET 'EM OFF GET EM OFF! OH, OH GOD, OH GOD, OHHH GET EM OFF ME, OH OHH GOD, AH AHHHH AHHHHHHH! I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face, wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin' like a constipated wiener dog. And as luck would have it, that's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams. ~Her name was Zelda~. She was a calligraphy enthusiast with a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches. I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me. She said "Hey - you've got weasels on your face." That's when I knew it was true love! We were inseparable after that. Aww, we ate together, we bathed together, we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito. So we got married and we bought us a house and had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly! Oh, we were so very very very happy, awww yeahh. But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me... She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?" I said "Whooooaaaa, hold on now, baby! I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment!" So we broke up and I never saw her again, but that's just the way things go - In Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler! I even made Employee of the Month after I put out that grease fire out with my face. Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that. I was gettin' a lot of attiTOOD. Okay, like one time, I was out in the parking lot tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil - when I see this guy Marty tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself! So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just roollllls his eyes and goes "Nooooo, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw!" So I did. And then he gets all indignant on me! He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great. How was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud! Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname - Torso-Boy! So what's he complaining about? Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote... This guy comes up to me on the street and he tells he hasn't had a bite in three days! Well, I knew what he meant, but just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein! And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over, and I'm like "Hey, come on, don't you get it?" But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming, AAAAARGH, OHHH, AAAGGGH, you know, completely missing the irony of the whole situation. Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know? Anyway, um. ....Um. Where was I? Kinda lost my train of thought... Uh. Well, uh, okay, anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it but... I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is - I. HATE. SAUERKRAUT! That's all I'm really tryin' to say. And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandary, full of loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence, at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours... there's still a little place... called Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Alllllllllllllllllllbuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! Albuquerque, Albuquerque! I said A (A!) L (L!) B (B!) U (U!).... QUERQUE! (QUERQUEEE!!) Albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque albuquerquealbuquerque ALLLLBUQUEEEEERQUEEEEEEEEEEE ........(laughing) (drumsolo) (belch) (final sick guitar solo)

[heroicleader2763]

Way back when I was just a little bitty boy

Living in a box under the stairs

In the corner of the basement of the house

Half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop

You know the place

Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy

Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning

My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast

Aww, big bowl of sauerkraut

Every single morning

It was driving me crazy

I said to my mom

I said "Hey, mom, what's up with all the sauerkraut?"

And my dear, sweet mother

She just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train

And she leaned right down next to me

And she said "It's good for you"

And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth

And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut

Until I was twenty six and a half years old

That's when I swore that someday

Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place

Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer

And the towels are oh so fluffy

Where the Shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long

And anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel

Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah

Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true

Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest

To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt

I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize

That's right, a first class one-way ticket to

Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Oh yeah

You know, I'd never been on a real airplane before

And I gotta tell ya, it was really great

Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women

With excruciatingly severe body odor

And the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time

The flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts

And the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore

And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out

And we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside

And the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died

Except for me

You know why?

'Cause I had my tray table up

And my seat back in the full upright position

Had my tray table up

And my seat back in the full upright position

Had my tray table up

And my seat back in the full upright position

Ah ha ha ha

Ah ha ha

Ah

So I crawled from the twisted, burnin' wreckage

I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days

Draggin' along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag

And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball

And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel

But finally I arrived at the world famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn

Where the towels are oh so fluffy

And you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna

It's OK, they're clean

Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C

And I turned on the SpectraVision

And I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow

That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door

Well now, who could that be?

I say "Who is it?"

No answer

"Who is it?"

There's no answer

"Who is it?"

They're not sayin' anything

So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected

It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril

Oh man, I hate it when I'm right

So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel

And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that"

"That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me"

And he's like "Tough"

And I'm like "Give it"

And he's like "Make me"

And I'm like "'Kay"

So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus

And I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows

And I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation

Yes indeed, you better believe it

And somehow in the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook

And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice

And you know what it said?

I'll tell you what it said

It said

"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"

"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"

"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"

"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"

In Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel

But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest

I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice

But first, I decided to buy some donuts

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donuts shop

And I walked on up to the guy behind the counter

And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"

I said "You got any glazed donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts"

I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts"

I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?"

He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts"

I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?"

He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls"

I said "You got any apple fritters?"

He said "No, we're outta apple fritters"

I said "You got any bear claws?"

He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check"

"No, we're outta bear claws"

I said "Well, in that case, in that case, what do you have?"

He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"

I said "OK, I'll take that"

So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out

And they immediately latch onto my face and start bitin' me all over

Oh man, they were just going nuts

They were tearin' me apart

You know, I think it was just about that time

That a little ditty started goin' through my head

I believe it went a little something like this

Doh

Get 'em off me

Get 'em off me

Oh

No, get 'em off, get 'em off

Oh, oh God, oh God

Oh, get 'em off me

Oh, oh God

Ah, aah, aah

I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face

Wavin' my arms all around and just runnin', runnin', runnin'

Like a constipated wiener dog

And as luck would have it

That's exactly when I ran into the girl of my dreams

Her name was Zelda

She was a calligraphy enthusiast

With a slight overbite and hair the color of strained peaches

I'll never forget the very first thing she said to me

She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face"

That's when I knew it was true love

We were inseparable after that

Aw, we ate together, we bathed together

We even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss

The world was our burrito

So we got married and we bought us a house

And had two beautiful children, Nathaniel and Superfly

Oh, we were so very very very happy, aw yeah

But then one fateful night, Zelda said to me

She said "Sweetie pumpkin? Do you wanna join the Columbia Record Club?"

I said "Whoa, hold on now, baby"

"I'm just not ready for that kind of a commitment"

So we broke up and I never saw her again

But that's just the way things go

In Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Anyway, things really started lookin' up for me

Because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream

That's right, I got me a part-time job at The Sizzler

I even made employee of the month after I put out that grease fire out with my face

Aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that

I was gettin' a lot of attitude

Ok, like one time, I was out in the parking lot

Tryin' to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil

When I see this guy Marty

Tryin' to carry a big ol' sofa up the stairs all by himself

So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"

And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes

"No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"

So I did

And then he gets all indignant on me

He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic"

Well, that's just great

How was I supposed to know that?

I'm not a mind reader for cryin' out loud

Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname, Torso-Boy

So what's he complaining about?

Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote

This guy comes up to me on the street

And he tells he hasn't had a bite in three days

Well, I knew what he meant

But just to be funny, I took a big bite out of his jugular vein

And he's yellin' and screamin' and bleeding all over

And I'm like "Hey, come on, don't you get it?"

But he just keeps rolling around on the sidewalk, bleeding, and screaming

You know, completely missing the irony of the whole situation

Man, some people just can't take a joke, you know?

Anyway, um, um, where was I?

Kinda lost my train of thought

Uh, well, uh, OK

Anyway I, I know it's kinda been a roundabout way of saying it

But I guess the whole point I'm tryin' to make here is

I hate sauerkraut

That's all I'm really tryin' to say

And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up

And find yourself in an existential quandary

Full of loathing and self-doubt

And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence

At least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that

Somewhere out there in this crazy ol' mixed-up universe of ours

There's still a little place called

Albuquerque

Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque

I said "A" (A)

"L" (L)

"B" (B)

"U" (U)

"Querque" (querque)

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque, Albuquerque

Albuquerque

ooc: idek How to Reply to this in character. you win anon

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 122 - Sleepover!

Today's the day, Jaden's spending a couple nights with the Lemons while his parents go on a mission trip.

Calvin: We appreciate your generosity.

Ophelia: Of course. Gemma's been so excited. We'll take good care of Jaden.

Anna: The Watcher will bless you for your kindness.

While the grown-ups talk, Gemma tells Jaden about all the games they're gonna play. He's a little overwhelmed, but excited. He's never had a sleepover before! Neither has Gemma, but they'll have a great time.

Anna: Now I know you do things a little… differently than we do, but we ask you not to force any woke ideology on Jaden.

Ophelia: Uh, we'll try, but you've still never told me what you mean by 'woke'.

Anna: Well, time to say goodbye!

Anna calls Jaden over and gives him a big hug.

Anna: Goodbye, sweetheart. We'll miss you. Be a good boy for Gemma's mommy and daddy.

Jaden: 'kay, Momma.

Calvin: Anna, stop coddling the boy so I can have a word with him.

Calvin: You behave yourself now. Mr. and Mrs. Lemon are being very nice by letting you stay here. I don't care if the girls are playing with them, no girl toys, and none of that makeup junk, got it?

Jaden: …Yes, Daddy.

Ophelia contemplates punching the back of Calvin's head.

As soon as they're gone, Ophelia goes into recovery mode when she sees how defeated Jaden looks.

Ophelia: We're so excited to have you, Jaden! We'll have a lot of fun, I promise.

Jaden melts into the hug. His dad gets mad at his mom when she does, so he doesn't get a ton.

Ophelia gives them some acai bowls as a late lunch.

Jaden: Mommy and Daddy sayed to only play with boy toys here. You got boy toys?

Gemma doesn't really get the question.

Gemma: I just got reg'lar toys.

Jaden has found a loophole! Time to chow down!

After letting the kids out to play in the living room, Ophelia preps breakfast for tomorrow morning, but makes sure to send Xander an update while he's at work. She also gossips about Jaden's crazy-ass parents.

Calvin didn't even hug him goodbye. Who treats a toddler like that?

Ophelia goes to check on the kids, to find just her eldest daughter playing there.

Ophelia: Muffin, where's Jaden?

Gemma: We was playin' an' he got quiet and runned away.

Hmm. Maybe he's already feeling homesick. He couldn't have gotten that far.

Jaden has found himself a nice corner to sit in. He's so embarrassed. His daddy told him to be good and he couldn't even pull it off for a few hours. Gemma's mommy is going to be so mad at him. Maybe putting himself in time-out will make her go easy on him.

Marshmallow comes to keep him company, but it doesn't do much to cheer him up. Jaden starts crying, but it makes it a lot easier for Ophelia to find him.

Ophelia: Oh, sweetie, what's wrong? Are you missing Mommy and Daddy?

Jaden: I-I-I didn't mean to!

She sits down to be on his level.

Ophelia: Didn't mean to what? Why are you sitting over here all by your lonesome?

Jaden: I-I was bad so I goed to time-out.

What kind of kid puts themselves in time-out?

Ophelia: Oh, I'm sure you weren't bad. You're such a nice boy.

That just makes Jaden cry more.

Jaden: Noooo, I was baaaad! I-I don't know where the potty is, a-an' I tried to find it bu-but…

She can't understand the rest of his babbles but it's clear what happened.

Ophelia: Jaden, honey, it's okay if you had an accident. I'm not mad.

Jaden: But Daddy sayed be good an' I-

Ophelia: Buddy, it's okay. We don't get mad about accidents in this house. I'm sorry, I should have showed you where the potty is. Come here.

A grown-up… apologizing? They can do that?

Ophelia: Why don't we get you changed and then I can show you where the potty is so you'll know for next time?

Jaden: But I didn't do my time-out all the way.

Ophelia: You don't get time-out for an accident, silly!

Jaden: I do with Mommy and Daddy.

Ophelia: Well, we don't here. You tried your best and that's all that matters to me and Mr. Xander. It's okay that you're sad, though. Would a hug cheer you up?

Jaden: …Uh-huh.

Ophelia channels her anger at his parents into squeezing the sadness out of this poor little bean.

Ophelia: Let's go upstairs and get you taken care of.

Miss Ophelia's a weird grown-up. He's never even seen her get angry. He really likes it.

After getting Jaden in a fresh diaper, Ophelia decides to make sure he understands something.

Ophelia: You don't have to be afraid to ask us questions. If you need help, or you want something, Mr. Xander and I are here to help you.

Jaden thinks he's gonna like it here.

Later on in the night, Ophelia tells them it's time for bed, but Gemma wants to bargain.

Gemma: Can we play just a liiiittle longer? Pleeeeease, Mommy?

Ophelia: 15 minutes, but then bed. Deal?

Gemma: Deal!

Jaden knows his dad wouldn't approve of dolls, but they're so fun!

It takes a little longer than 15 minutes, but all the kiddos are tucked in, snug as a bug, and on their way to Snooze Town. Marshmallow decides to join them.

When Xander comes home, Ophelia catches him up on what he missed over a late dinner.

Xander: Why am I not surprised that poor kid gets punished for normal bodily functions? He put himself in time-out?

Ophelia: My heart broke when he told me. I hate Anna and Calvin so much.

Ophelia: Let's just give Jaden a lot of love and attention the next few days. Poor baby needs it.

Xander agrees.

His parents might be a lot to deal with, but they're both sure Jaden came into their lives for a reason. They're his only shot at having normal adults in his life.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Angst/fluff with teenage Nate

Thanksgiving

(both 17) idk what i'm doing and the family names are dumb

*not my gif*

"my uncles have issue they're the only one you have to worry about" I said wrapping my arms around his waist from behind "can't be to bad" I sighed "you have no idea Nathan" I kissed his neck before going out of his bathroom where he was shaving.

"this must be Nate!" my grandma said opening the door "hi" Nate smiled my grandma pulled him into a hug. I was helping my aunts, mom and grandma in the kitchen, Nate sat with my cousins and my one uncle Sal who I could just tell was talking crazy. "do you think if the earth did like you it would throw you off?" (my uncle has really said this. eye roll) I hear him ask Nate "okay we're done" I put my hand on Nate's shoulder "yep"my cousin Kai said standing up along with Nate, "want to smoke?" Nate asked we both nodded going outside "he's always like that?" Nate added "always" other cousin Scarlette said taking a hit from the joint.

"dinners out you guys" my aunt said we nodded following her inside. Nate sat next to me to me his arm on the back of my chair "you're a fighter right?" my Roy uncle asked pulling me out of my convo with my cousins boyfriend "yeah" Nate nodded before talking a bite "so what will that do for you?" "what do you mean?" "like you really think it could me a job?" "yeah I just did a BK a few months ago made money my brothers been making a good amount" "how much?" "he doesn't need to tell you that" I gave a tight smile and sighed "BK whats that?" my grandma asked "bare knuckle no gloves" "oh my god that must of hurt" she gasped I smiled "it wasn't to bad" he gave a light smile "okay fine!" Sal stood up Nate looked at me "you're this big bad fighter let's fight" he added, Nate laughed and shook his head "come on you don't want to?" "i'm not gonna fight you" "what?! are you scared?" he said moving his hands "Sal" my aunt said "no no really-" "Stop! you're being stupid he's not gonna fight you K?" "I don't think I was fucking talking to you!" Nate's face changed "don't talk to her like that" his hands turned to fist "what?!" I said "don't talk to her like and don't stand over me" "then stand up" he looked over to me I shrugged. Nate stood up "you really gonna let your forty year old husband try to fight a 17 year old" I looked to my aunt "really what man does that?" Nate said making my uncle come over to our side of the table "don't get closer to me" he added "just choke him out Nate!" Kai yelled "oh my god" I sighed running my hands down my face, my swung at Nate which he ducked and then Nate punched back "shit" my cousin said laughing, "nate come on" I said standing up "we will be in the guest room till he leaves" I added.

I let out a breath and fell on the bed, he sat on the edge of the bed "i'm sorry" Nate said "what?" "I didn't want to make a fight" I laughed "no this was like the best thanksgiving ever i've been wanting someone to punch him for years...But i'm sorry it had to be you" I leaned up and kissed his cheek "I kinda enjoyed it" he smiled leaning over and kissed me my hand went into his bleached tips before the door open. "ew," Kai said opening the door then sitting on the bed "that was pretty badass not gonna lie" I laughed "what do you want?" "he left and now we're eating ice cream and watching a movie if you want to join" "yeah! come on!" I pecked Nate's one more time before we got up | Nate's POV |

"sit, i'll get ice cream" Y/n said pushing me on the couch "oh it's fine i'm trying to do no dairy" I said shaking my head "I know they got you sorbet" "oh okay cool" I said taken a back. "here" she smiled handing me a bowl "thanks baby" I smiled back she sat next to me putting her legs on my lap and head on my shoulder, I pulled a blanket over us. "we're gonna smoke again want to come?" Kai asked me I looked down at a sleeping Y/n, I nodded lightly moving her off me then going outside with them. "by the way we all really like you" Kai said "thanks yeah sorry abou the whole- whatever that was" they laughed "we all thought it was great" Scarlette said handing me the joint, I nodded. "I was wondering where you went" she yawned and put her arms out, I smiled laying next to her. She kissed my head and rubbed my back "love you" she whispered "love you".

A/n: so sorry this isn't very good but plz comment and reblog <3

[queeniecook]

Goodbye To You - Part 2

Then Pak invited me to get a massage. How could I say no to that? He had bought a massage table for the terrace outside our room. I approved of the purchase.

It was a good day. It had been peaceful. I enjoyed my massage. I put on my clothes and went inside to check on Vera.

And that’s when it became a bad day.

Cleo had passed away in her sleep. My beautiful, sassy Cleo.

Pak heard my crying and went to ask what was wrong, but he realized what it was. Before he could hug me, Vera was crying. He said he’d get her.

I cried. And cried.

Cleo had been my first true friend after I left my old life behind. My companion. My fur-baby. I was devastated. I somehow managed to call the vet’s office and arrange for her to be cremated. I don’t even know how I did it. I just knew it had be done.

Pak stayed with Vera and Salem, though he offered to go with me and have one of the neighbors watch Vera for us. I felt I needed to do it myself. Cleo and I. One last time. I got her to the vet’s office and that was that.

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Time passed by. I missed Cleo like crazy. I felt I was crazy at times, because I thought I’d catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye. Though Salem and Cleo weren’t close at all. I noticed he would never eat out of her food bowl if we put food in it for him. He’d sometimes just look at it and walk away. I think he understood she wasn’t around anymore.

Pak got a promotion at work, which made him happy. I was happy for him. Vera was growing like a weed.

Before I knew it, she wasn’t a baby anymore. She was a toddler.

A toddler that gave her Mom hugs anytime she needed them. It was so sweet.

Pak started working with her on her flash cards. He wanted her more than ready for preschool when the time came. And it helped her to start talking. Her first word was actually kitty.

She started standing on her own and moving around pretty well. She seemed to be very smart, but maybe I was biased.

Salem seemed to take a huge interest in Vera. It kind of surprised me. But he seemed to stay by her side a lot. Maybe he felt it was his duty to keep an eye on her. Whatever it was, I thought it was adorable. And I appreciated the extra help from him.

Vera really seemed to like him too. She also seemed to be good with him. I was a little worried she might be a little rough at first, but she wasn’t.

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[chalterdh22]

Chapter 3: Am I Going Crazy….?

So, apparently, I’m crazy or something, because Grogu doesn’t speak yet.  And then I really think I’m losing it because when I’m close to him, I swear I see just little flashes of his thoughts.  I’m not saying anything to anyone about that though!  I don’t need any more third-degree stares.  It’s happened in the past before, though, just not this intense.

We walked into the kitchen, which is too small for 2 of us to sit in, let alone 3 plus a baby.  Nonetheless, we squish around the table.  I brought out 4 small bowls of soup and some bread.  I hand everyone theirs and sit.  We all started eating and then I realized Mando wasn’t.  So, I stopped, looked at him and asked if he was hungry.  “No, he can’t remove his helmet in front of people.” My mom states.  She continues to eat, not looking up.  I look over at him.

“That sucks.  So, do you just wait until we’re all done, or leave and eat by yourself?” I asked him.  I stopped eating at this point, feeling a little sorry for the guy.  Man, that really does suck, I thought.

“It depends.” He answers.  I sat there waiting for further explanation, realizing, nope, that’s it.  So, I pressed on.  This is fascinating and I always had a knack for getting information out of people.

“It depends on what?  Who you’re with, when, where?”  I asked.

“Yes.” He answers.

“I mean, you do actually eat, right?  You’re not a droid or something?  You eat, drink, go to the bathroom?”  Mom starts laughing as Mando looks back at me.

“Yes.” He states.  Ugh, seriously.  Take a joke.  He clearly has a decent sense of humor if he’s been able to tolerate mom. 

“Ok, ok.  Sorry.  I don’t mean to tease you.”  Yes, I do.  “It’s just very interesting is all.  So, you do remove your helmet to eat, wash and stuff, just no one can be around.  AND before you say yes,” I cut him off, “has Grogu ever seen your face?”

“Yes, and he has.  Just before he went away for….” Long pause here, “training, I showed him my face.  I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see him again.”  Sadness rang through his monotone voice.  “Now that we are a family, since I adopted him, I can remove my helmet around him.”

“Man, there’s a lot of rules being a Mandalorian!” I said.

He replied, “This is the way.”

After the three of us were done eating, I cleaned up, wiped Grogu down and showed Mando where his room was going to be.  It was tight.  A standard bed, a small cot and a little table were all that fits in it really, but it’s a place to sleep.  I didn’t think he’d mind either way.  “I’ll go get some blankets for the bed.”

“Thank you.  You’re very kind.”

“Not really.” I shot back as I walked away.  I grabbed some stuff and went back and started making the bed up.  “Let me know if you need anything else.  When you’re done eating, we’ll be in the sitting room.”

He nodded and said, “Thank you.”

I walked out and closed the door.  Mom was sitting on the ground with Grogu, and they were rolling a little ball back and forth.  They were both giggling.  It warmed my heart to hear this.  I sat down on the ground next to her.  Kids are funny.  They would stress you out one minute and become the most relaxing thing in the world the next.  “Can I have the ball?”  I asked.

Grogu looked up, and grabbed his little, metal ball.  He reached his hand out to give it to me and then pulled it back instantly.  He was laughing at me, making strange sounds like blowing raspberries.

“Oh, that’s funny, huh?”  I asked him.  He reached out again and took it away just as fast.  I got on my knees and crawled over to him with my head low to the floor.  I had a huge grin on my face.  “Can I please have the ball?”  I asked him, about 5 inches from his face.  He blew a raspberry right in my face!  Oh, it’s on!  I grabbed him and blew onto his neck and belly, making him squirm and squeal loudly.  I heard a loud sound as the door flew open from Mando’s room.

“Is everything ok?  I heard a scream!”  he asked.  He looked down at Grogu as I was holding him.

“I’m just torturing the little guy is all.”  I looked back at Grogu.  “He started it!”  Grogu blew another raspberry in my face, so I did it back to him all over.  He was losing it.  I finally put him back down.  He waddled away from me as fast as he could, right into mom’s arms.

“Was Suri tickling you?  It’s ok.  I’ll protect you,” she said rocking him as he cooed at her.  I looked back up at Mando who finally looked calm. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut your meal short.  You can go back and finish.  We were just playing.”

“I finished eating.”  He said standing there like he didn’t know what to do next.

“Have a seat.  We do have a chair over there, but I like the floor better.” Patting the floor as I said that.

“The floor is fine,” he said as he sat down across from me.  He seemed so uncomfortable, like he was unsure of how to be in a social setting.  I leaned my back against the wall and stretched my legs out, raising my arms, up, stretching and yawning at the same time.  I think he relaxed once he saw me do this, because he leaned back and straightened his legs out too.  Mom put Grogu down and he wobbled over to Mando.  “Hey kid.”  He said looking down at him, as Grogu climbed on his lap.  “You ready for bed?”  And just as quick as he asked that, Grogu’s eyes lowered heavily, and he was sleeping in his lap.

I was such a cute scene.  Things aren’t usually cute in my mind, but for some reason, this was.  Here was brutal, forceful, deadly man holding this tiny little critter.  I just couldn’t get over it.  “Good night, sleep well,” I whispered.

[busterheadspace]

I imagine Reagan and Brett in some point talking about having kids and Brett respecting her decision of she not wanting because of her work. So they decide to be adoptive dog parents (Brett loves dogs and i think Reagans doesn't have problem with that). if it's not too much to ask?

yeah! Fine with it

Note: I’m open to request. Just read my rules and send an ask or reblog the ask post.

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Pupper Parents

He probably looked really creepy. Some young man sitting outside a cafe, watching random people do their thing. But Brett couldn’t help but stare as a family happily plays on the beach. A young girl messing with her mom’s hair as she sat on her shoulder. The dad was laughing and goofing off. 

It made him think of his and Reagan’s relationship. They were both thirty one. That was around the age where most people have kids. They've been dating for a year and yet kids never were in their mind. 

“Hey, I got the ice cream. Reagan's voice surprises him out of his thoughts. She sits down with a big bowl of strawberry and coffee ice cream on the table. A spoon is handed to him.

“Ice cream date. Perfect summer fun.” Brett said as he took a bit of strawberry. Reagan nods as she does the same. 

They talked about whatever happened in their crazy life. Their coworkers, stupid collage stories, work drama. However the question about kids was bugging Brett’s mind.  It really shouldn’t but a part of him was curious about Reagan's thoughts about being a parent 

Just as she takes a bite of ice cream he asked.

“So… uh.. do you ever think about having kids?”

Immediately she’s taken back and almost chokes on her ice cream. She takes her spoon out and coughs. Reagan looks at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Uh..? Why are you asking this?”

“Well.. usually this is when people start thinking about kids. I’m not forcing you but uh.. do you have any plans about raising them?”

Reagan shrugged and bit her lip.

“I don’t really have any interest in kids, truth be told. I’m pretty fucked up by what my dad did to me as a kid Who knows how I'll act as parent.”

“I’m sure you’ll be a great mom.” 

She smiled and grabbed Brett’s hand.

“Heh. Thanks, But with work and all that. I rather not raise a kid. It would be a lot of work for the both of us. Do you want kids?” Reagan asked.

Brett didn’t particularly think about kids. They seem fun like the sitcoms would show but there were a lot of responsibilities with it. He shakes his head.

“Not really.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m being honest. I don’t really care much about having kids. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy” He kisses Reagan’s hand and she blushes. Brett laughs

 A man walks by with two small dogs in his arms. He’s whispering something to them and they lick him back in response and laugh. Once his back was turned, Brett pointed at him.

“Now that’s my idle life. Having a bunch of dogs in our lives! Seriously, they’re so cute and they have so much love!” Brett whispered. 

“Yeah.. I don’t mind dogs. They really do love you even if you work at some crazy shadow Government job.” Reagan replies. Brett’s eyes lit up.

“Let’s get a dog! If we can’t be parents to a human, let’s raise a dog!” He said, bouncing in his seat. She smiles and nods.

“Sure. I’m sure we have space at our place. It doesn’t that bad of an idea.” 

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

“After our ice cream. We paid eight dollars for it.”

—-

The local shelter was packed with dogs. Brett didn’t know which one to choose and they all approached him with tail wagging.

“We’re not taking all of them .” Reagan said as Brett carries five puppies in his arms.

“Come on, Reagan! They’re all so sweet!”

“Brett..”

“Fine.”

Eventually they found a little brown dog with black patches on it. It sat in the corner of the room and approached Reagan, sniffing her before pawing her knees. Brett stopped what he was doing and picked the puppy up

“I like this guy.” Reagan said, scratching his neck. The dog whines happily, his tail wagging. 

“Yeah. Cute little fella.” Brett replies. They look at each other before nodding.

“Hey, we’ll take this little guy!”

—-

They come back home with a little male dog in the carrier and various dog toys, food and weird gadgets they found in Petco. 

Opening the cage, the dog didn’t come out. It stayed back against the carrier wall. Nothing they did lure him out

“Says that we have to wait a bit for the dog to get used to their surroundings” Brett read off Google. Reagan shrugged.

“Makes sense. How about we just chill with some Tv. Maybe he’ll come out soon.”

“Sure… Hopefully He’ll be okay.”

—-

They watched Hell’s Kitchen for a couple hours. It was nighttime when the dog finally stepped out of the carrier. He sniffs the surroundings before running and jumping onto the couch, and landing on Brett’s lap. 

“Finally, you took your sweet time.” Reagan said, petting his head. The dog barks happily. “We need a name for him.”

“Hmmm.. Cow?” Brett suggested although she shakes her head. “You got any ideas?”

“How about Tommy..There’s something about him that makes him a Tommy.” 

“I like it! Welcome Tommy! We’re now your parents!” Brett exclaims.

Tommy barks and rests between Brett and Reagan. They smile, knowing despite not wanting kids, they at least have a little dog that’ll make their lives a little happier.