#not looking forward to going to peoples house. i just wanna see my immediate family and grandparents. everyone else makes me upset

[tinylittlebab]

well theres almost no food i even like the taste of here so win?

[dira333]

If we have each other - Kazekage Family

Summary: Shinki finds a Mother Figure by accident, or how two people falling in love looks like from a 4-year-old's perspective

Shinki and Shikadai are about 4 years old in this...

Words: 4k

Shinki didn’t mean to get lost. Father will be upset.

All the trees look the same now, and he knows it’s because he’s panicking, but that realization doesn’t help ease his nerves. His breathing is coming faster now, iron sand swirling around him.

There’s movement in the bushes. He holds his breath, hoping, wishing for someone to come and find him.

But it’s a deer, looking at him with dumb empty eyes before returning to where it came from.

Shinki sits on the damp ground, fighting the tears that threaten to spill.

He practiced hard to get his kekkai genkai under control, to make his father proud. And now he’s ruining their celebration, his first visit to Konohagakure to meet extended family, by getting lost in the woods. 

To his left, he can hear movement. He doesn’t look up this time, expecting the deer to be back again.

When instead a voice speaks up, his iron sand reacts without his incentive, shooting forward.

He turns just in time to see a woman deflect the hit, jumping out of reach. The sand drops, returning to him as he stands, scared and relieved at the same time.

“Who are you?” Shinki asks, voice shaking lightly even though he makes sure to carry a threatening tone.

“You’re Shinki, right?” You ask, eyes surprisingly warm for someone who just got attacked. “I’m Shikamaru’s cousin, Shikadai might have told you about me.”

Shinki thinks back to their conversations. His cousin isn’t that talkative. Shikadai mostly prefers to nap. 

But you look like Shikamaru, he thinks, the resemblance calming him down. You’re family too.

“Are you- are they looking for me?”

“Probably,” you tell him with a smile, “I was out collecting antlers when Mosabi came to get me. That’s the deer that spotted you. You wanna get back to the house?”

“Yes, please.” He carefully dusts his clothes off before looking at you for further clues. To his surprise your hand is outstretched.

“Wanna take my hand? It’s okay if not.”

“No,” he grabs it, relishing in the contact. He’s never too sure when he’s allowed to touch others and the iron sand makes it impossible for others to touch him without his explicit permission. Perhaps that’s why Father isn’t as touchy-feely as his uncle is with Shikadai. 

Your hand is warm around his and you don’t seem afraid of him at all. Do you not know his powers? How dangerous he is?

“So you’re visiting from Suna, right?” You ask just as he readies himself to address the topic. “What’s it like? I’ve never been there.”

“It’s a desert village.”

“I know,” you smile warmly. “But what’s it like? What do you like about it?”

“Like… about it?” 

You point above you. “Konoha has a lot of forests. That’s my favorite part of the village, going to a place where you can’t see the sky anymore, where everything above and around you is all the shades of green you could possibly imagine. I have a lot of plants at home too.”

“Father does as well,” Shinki exclaims, the words spilling from his mouth without his intention. “He collects Cacti and he even gets them to bloom.”

“He does?” You ask, showing interest. It’s the first time someone’s asked him about Cacti in a while and though he tries to respect others for not caring enough about them, he can’t help but judge them a little. Cacti are great. And Father, able to get them to bloom, is even greater.

“Yes! Cacti are very delicate plants, you know, and they only bloom in perfect conditions. Every species has different wants and needs, so you have to know them well.”

“And your father does so?”

“Yes!” Shinki nods eagerly, “Father is very knowledgeable. He is teaching me as well and I’m a good student.”

“I believe you are,” you smile, moving as if to brush through his hair. The iron sand immediately rises to stop you and you freeze, hand in the air.

“I’m sorry,” Shinki apologizes immediately, “It’s my Kekkai Genkai, I don’t mean to attack you-”

“It’s fine,” your smile doesn’t falter. “I should remember to ask before I move to touch. It’s only polite after all. May I mess up your hair?”

“I suppose,” Shinki offers, not sure what the purpose of this kind of touch is. 

But then you do it, and he can feel it. He shivers, warmth spreading through his cheeks.

“Can you do it again?” He asks before he realizes that the words slipped out. But you don’t look taken aback by his request, instead ruffling his hair softly for a while until you tuck a strand of it behind his ear, the gesture warm in a way he hasn’t experienced before. It feels like getting a bath or getting tucked into bed, like Uncle Kankuro making his favorite soup for dinner and pretending he likes it as well.

“Let’s get you home, huh?” You say, sounding just like Father when he takes him to bed.

“Can we visit your aunt?” Shinki asks the next time he’s in Konoha. 

Shikadai blinks at him in confusion. “I don’t have an aunt.”

“Your father’s cousin,” Shinki explains and Shikadai blinks again.

“Sure, I guess. I’ll ask.”

“Ah,” Uncle Shikamaru makes a face. It looks like he’s about to yawn, but then he doesn’t. “She’s at work boys, I’m sorry.”

“Where does she work?” Shinki hadn’t gotten another chance to talk to you the last time he’d been here, but he remembers the warmth of your touch and the way you kept smiling at him.

“At the hospital. She’s a poison specialist and cultivates herbs and medicinal plants for them.”

“Oh,” Shinki considers it for a second. “Can we visit her when she’s back from work?”

“I’ll ask her to come around but don’t be disappointed if she doesn’t show up, okay? Her work hours are pretty long.”

Shinki’s familiar with not being disappointed. He thinks he’ll manage.

The day drags on after that. He manages to convince Shikadai to train with him for a while until he gets too tired. Father comes in around Lunch time to sit and eat with him, before disappearing to another meeting with Uncle Shikamaru, leaving Aunt Temari to look after them. He likes Aunt Temari. She never hesitates to give him something to work with, teaching him stuff Father might think him too young to learn.

“Aunty,” he asks, as Shikadai naps yet again and he’s working on his latest embroidery project, “what do you like about Suna?”

She laughs softly. “Where’s that question coming from?”

“I’m not sure, but-”

“Don’t worry,” she picks up Shikadai’s head and drops him in her lap, carding her hand through his hair in a gentle manner that makes his own scalp tingle, longing for the sensation. “I’ll tell you. But it’s a long list.”

Shinki looks up at that.

“There’s the sunset. The sunsets are not the same here. How the night sky is so clear at night, barely any clouds to cover the stars. How you can breathe freely because no trees are blocking your sight. Do you want me to go on?”

He considers it for a second.

“I really like how warm it is,” he answers a question he’d been asked months ago and not by Temari. “as if the sun’s settling in your bones.”

Temari smiles. “You got that right. What else?”

You show up right after Dinner, exhaustion pulling at your body. He can see it in the way you walk, slow steps, back a little hunched.

But you smile at his sight and your smile is just as warm as it was the last time he saw you.

“Hey there,” you wave at him, “how was your day?”

There are a lot of things he wants to tell you. From the question he still needs to answer to the questions he has for you - not to mention the present he’d been working on for weeks at home - but now everyone’s eyes are on him and he can hear his panic in the rustling of his iron sand moving around him.

“I am fine, thank you,” Shinki says stiffly, wishing for himself to be different. Father’s hand rests warmly on his shoulder, no doubt to calm him down. In the time it takes him to gather himself you’ve exchanged pleasantries with the other adults. Father has his arms crossed now, cheeks a little reddish. Did you say something that made him upset, Shinki wonders, looking from the Kazekage and back to you. But no one else seems upset, there’s even a grin playing around Uncle Kankuro’s lips.

“I forgot,” you say, sending him a look and a poorly veiled wink, “I have a present for Shinki at my place. Do you wanna came with me and get it?”

“Can I?” He asks immediately, thinking of the time he’ll get alone with you, able to say some things without being the center of attention. If he plays his cards right he can give you your present too, without anyone watching.

Father hesitates for a second, exchanging looks with Temari before nodding.

“It’s alright. But I want him back here in an hour, is that okay?”

“More than okay. We’re just going to get a plant or too, nothing too serious,” you promise before turning to him. “Do you need to get your bag first?”

You take his hand on the way over, soft warmth in the cool night, listening as he tells you all about Suna, all the things he likes and learned to notice.

“When you walk through some streets,” Shinki recalls fondly, “the sky disappears too. Everything around you is different shades of brown and red and yellow, depending on the minerals used. It’s like in the woods.”

“That sounds mesmerizing,” you point out, a faraway sound to your voice, “I’d love to see that someday.”

Desire tugs on his heart. He could show you around. He could have you and Father and Suna at the same time.

“You could come-” He starts, cutting off for a second. “Visit me, you know?”

Your eyes flicker over and you smile. “I could, couldn’t I? Maybe I will one day when my work allows.”

He squeezes your hand on accident, thinking about that. You squeeze his hand back.

“I made this for you,” he exclaims in the safety of your apartment, after he’s done three trips looking at every single plant there is. There are so many, despite the small space, making it feel more like being in the woods than indoors.

It is a tapestry, barely big enough to cover both your hands. He’s spent weeks agonizing on what to put on it until he decided on something you’d already talked about.

The bloom of Father’s Cacti had been plentiful that month, each blossom a different, vibrant color. 

Now he’s carefully watching your face, not wanting to miss any hints. Do you like it? 

“Oh Shinki,” you breathe out, “it’s marvelous.”

His face blooms with heat.

“Can I hug you?” You ask and he nods, lump in his throat. You pull him in, warm and safe and oh so different from all the other people who have hugged him before - not that there are many. 

Father is tall and strong, and touching him often means touching another layer of protective sand. He’s careful in his approach, giving, but never taking. He smells like Cacti and the dessert and his hair always tickles Shinki’s neck when they hug.

Uncle Kankuro and Aunt Temari hug him quickly if they hug him at all. More often than not they move as if to mess up his hair before deciding against it, offering him their hands to a high five instead. They’re not the cuddliest people, he thinks, and that’s okay.

But hugging you feels like sinking, like being drawn in, like giving and taking. You’re warm and soft, yet sturdy enough to keep him upright, swallowing him whole yet leaving him be. Shinki doesn’t want to let go. 

“You know,” you tell him on the way back, his arms heavy with the two plants he got to pick out, “if you want, we can write to each other. Shikadai mentioned that you wrote him too.”

“Yes, I do,” Shinki nods, “Shikadai knows a lot of words. I like writing him.”

“You know, most children your age don’t know yet how to write,” you muse. “How do you feel about that?”

The question comes out of left field. How does he feel about it?

“What are they doing instead?” He asks, wondering. Are they napping with their parents, like Shikadai? Do they get to play with their friends, like he’s allowed to do when he’s visiting Konoha?

“I’m not sure,” he answers eventually.

“That’s okay. You might figure it out later.”

“How do you feel about it?” He asks, looking up at you. A shadow travels over your face.

“I am very proud to know such an intelligent child,” you tell him, lips pulling into a smile. “And polite, too.”

His lips pull up as well, unable not to smile back at you.

“Are you going to work the whole week?” Shinki asks, shifting the pots in his arms. He’d wanted to carry them himself, but he’s now regretting it. If you’d taken one, he could have held your hand on the way back too.

“Sadly, I do.” Your smile turns into a frown. “I’d love to spend some more time with you. But if it’s not too late for you, I can show up after work, like I did today. If you want, you can show me how you made this embroidery and I’ll teach you how to take care of your new plants.”

“I’d love that,” he admits.

You stay true to your promise, showing up each evening after work.

At first, the grown-ups seem a little confused by your presence, though Shinki wastes no time dragging you into the room he’s sharing with Father and Uncle Kankuro.

“I prepared everything for today’s lesson,” he explains, showing you the fabric, needles, and the different colored strings. “Today I’m teaching you about the different stitches.”

“Do you want something to eat?” Uncle Shikamaru asks from the doorway. “When did you get Dinner?”

“Oh, I’m not that hungry,” you wave him off, smiling when Shikadai settles in your lap without question, eyes closing instantly.

Shinki’s a little peeved that his cousin’s taking up the space in your lap. If he’d be more forward or if his Kekkai Genkai would allow it, he could- but then again…

“How does that look?” You ask, turning your project for him to see. “Is it good, Shinki-Sensei?”

He blushes at the formal title.

“You don’t have to call me that,” he insists, though it feels good. 

“Shinki,” his Father’s now standing in the doorway, dressed in his proper Kazekage uniform, the hat in his hands. “I’m leaving for tonight. Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes,” he gets up and walks over, torn between wanting to properly say goodbye to father and wanting to cherish every minute he gets with you.

Father gently pats his shoulder. “I see, you have company. Don’t stay up too late.”

“I won’t.”

And there it is again, a quick exchange of words between you and Father that ends with a hue of redness tinting his Father’s cheeks. And your face has changed too, your smile different now. 

“Do you like Father?” He asks as soon as the front door has closed behind him. He knows not to ask questions like that with other people listening in.

Your shoulders pull up to your ears.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you smile when you talk to him.”

“He’s hard not to like, don’t you think?” You ask and Shinki doesn’t know how to answer that, so he falls silent instead.

Shinki likes getting letters, but he likes getting letters from you best.

You usually start answering his questions before you ask him your own, always following up on the important stuff. How he’s settling in, how his experience is with training, how the Cacti are growing… And then, on a separate page, you add information about yet another plant, poisonous or not, that he can add to his collection. He likes your drawings of the plants, the detail you put into making sure that the petals have the correct color so that he can safely identify them in the future.

Sometimes you write Father letters too, though those have no added drawings and he usually reads them in private. They’re not that interesting, Shinki, thinks because you mostly just talk about your day-to-day.

They’re planning their next trip to Konoha when the letter arrives, from Shikamaru this time.

It arrives out of the ordinary, on an otherwise normal Tuesday, and the way Father’s brows furrow has even Uncle Kankuro stop what he’s doing.

“What’s wrong,” Uncle Kankuro asks.

Father says your name and Shinki turns, a weird feeling in his stomach.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Apparently, she’s fallen ill. A surgery was necessary, but her recovery is thwarted by the amount of work that needs to be done. Shikamaru asks if we could take her in for a few weeks, keep her from her work so that she can fully recuperate.”

“Can we, Father?” Shinki asks, mind racing. He’s going to be able to show you Suna, isn’t he?

Father exchanges a look with Uncle Kankuro, who grins and folds his hands behind his head.

“Don’t look at me, Gaara. You’re the one who can’t keep his eyes of her when she’s around.”

Shinki furrows his brows. “Do you suspect her to spy on us, Father?”

“What?” Father turns. “No, nothing like that, Shinki. I-”

“Your Dad likes her,” Uncle Kankuro grins. “Probably as much as you like her, Shinki.”

“So she can come?”

Father sighs. “She can come. But-” He raises his hand. “Don’t overwhelm her. I know you want to show her everything, but first we have to make sure she’s resting.”

Your skin is paler than he remembers, the white of your eyes a sickly yellow. You walk a little hunched and your bags are being carried by another Konoha-Shinobi. Shinki remembers him, the telltale green of his uniform, the thick eyebrows and the bright smile.

“Friend Gaara!” He launches into an excited tale, but Shinki steps to the side, a little unsure on how he’s supposed to be greeting you.

“Can I get a hug?” You ask, sinking to your knees. He nods, dropping himself into your arms. 

You might look a little different, a little worse for wear, but you still feel the same, warm and safe.

“Are you excited to show me Suna?” You whisper into his ear. “I bet Gaara told you that I’m supposed to rest first, right?”

“He did. But you really don’t look good.”

You laugh softly, flinching at the same time. “I’m going to be as good as new in a few days, don’t worry.”

Back at the Kazekage residence Shinki shows you your room.

“You should lie down,” he insists, pulling back the blanket. “My room is right next door if you need anything.”

“Do you wanna lie down with me?” You ask, flinching again as you stretch out on the mattress.”

“Am I allowed to?” He asks, the words slipping out before he can think twice about them.

You blink slowly. “I’m allowing it,” you tell him softly. “But only do it if you’re comfortable with it. You can try and if you don’t like it, I won’t be hurt if you want to leave again. I’m sure you have a lot to do.”

Curious, he slips out of his sandals and under the thin blanket. Your body is warm and it feels like a hug, but different.

“Where did they do surgery?” He asks, turning onto his side a little.

Your eyes are closed but you raise an arm and point at the side of your stomach.

“Here. You want to see the scar?”

“Can I?” 

Instead of answering you pull up your shirt, revealing puckered skin that’s an angry red and hot to the touch.

“I think it’s inflamed,” he points out, a little worried now. 

“That’s probably right. I’m going to rest a bit now and by nightfall, it’s going to be better, I’m sure. I’ve just been on my feet for too long.”

“Okay,” Shinki turns onto his back again, looking up at the ceiling. “Can I stay with you until then?”

“Sure.”

Shinki’s supposed to be in bed, he knows. 

But you’re just a room away and he can’t sleep, skin itching.

So he slips out of bed and out the door, unheard, unseen.

Though, you’re not alone.

He can hear soft voices through the door, both of them familiar.

Father is with you.

For a moment he thinks about stepping through. Sure, Father sent him to bed, but he’s just saying “Good Night” one more time. 

That is, until he hears his name.

“Do you want me to talk to Shinki?” You ask and Shinki freezes, doorknob in his hand.

Talk to him? About what?

“I think that’s my job, is it not?”

“Perhaps, but I can tell you’re having problems with it.”

“I’m not sure if he understands.”

“He’s smart. He will understand.”

Understand what? Shinki shivers, the coldness of the stones around him seeping into his bones.

“Gaara,” you say now, your voice now different from before. It reminds him… it reminds him of Uncle Shikamaru when he calls out to Aunt Temari, that smile on his face that Uncle Kankuro calls lovesick. “Rest. We’ll talk about it in the morning. You’re thinking too much.”

“No one told me that starting a family would be this difficult.”

“It’s not. You’re just making it difficult,” you laugh softly. There’s the whisper of linen. Did Father just slip into bed with you?

Slowly, carefully, Shinki unwraps his hand from the doorknob and takes a step back.

He’s not sure what he just witnessed, just that it’s something of importance.

Father eyes him over the breakfast table.

“You did not sleep much last night,” he concludes. “Do you want to stay home and rest? Keep our guest company?”

“Father,” Shinki swallows around the lump in his throat. If he wants to ask, he needs to ask now, before the rest of the house wakes up. “Did you spend the night… with her?”

Bright red bleeds into Father’s pale cheeks. His eyes widen.

“How-” He takes a deep breath. “You know?”

“I wanted to say Good Night one more time,” Shinki confesses, staring down at the table. “And I overheard.”

“I suppose,” Father sighs softly, “I suppose this is as good time as any. We were talking… We’re considering… What do you think about having a mother?”

-x-

“Mother,” Shinki calls out to you, “Hurry.”

“I’m here, I’m here,” you laugh, catching up to him. “Incoming,” you warn him just seconds before your hand messes up his hair. “It’s just Shikadai.”

“Yes, but he’s been training,” Shinki insists. “And I want to know who of us has gotten better.”

“Ah,” you smile. “I’m sure you’re going to do great. I’m proud of your growth.”

Shinki grumbles something, turning away when you move to mess up his hair even more.

“Stop,” he insists. “I’m not a little child anymore.”

“No, you’re not.” You smile, squinting at the Horizon where the Thunder Train is starting to appear. “But you’re always going to be my favorite son.”

“I’m your only child,” Shinki reminds you, nose curled. He likes being called your favorite, even though he opposes it every time.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you whistle an innocent tune. “That might change, you know?”

Shinki freezes. “Are you saying-”

“No,” you smile, shaking your head. “And if I were, I wouldn’t tell you like that. But what are your thoughts about it? Would you mind?”

He considers it, watching the Thunder Train approaching.

His hand finds yours, squeezing it. You squeeze back, no words needed.

“No,” he announces eventually, just as the Train halts in front of them. “I wouldn’t mind.”

part 2

[ilypaigebuckets]

could you write something about Caitlin based on so high school by Taylor?

literally same wavelength bc i was thinking abt writing this last night that’s crazy!!! i hope you like it! as always my reqs are open for you guys :) feel free to request any scenarios, hcs, prompts, etc <3

pairing: cc x reader

plot summary: caitlin gets asked a question about her girlfriend at a post game interview and it takes her back to her high school years with you.

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“So Caitlin,” an interviewer questions, “you were on fire tonight on the court. What gives you that drive and that power to keep pushing through?” Caitlin tightened her ponytail and cocked her head to the side, thinking of an answer.

“I couldn’t have done it without the support of my family, teammates and of course my Coach. But there’s something else, well someone else, that definitely has played a huge part into my success over the years. My beautiful girl Y/N. She’s supported me through everything, ever since I’ve known her. She’s just this ball of sunshine that’s just..just my everything. She’s been my biggest supporter and being around her just makes me feel like so..i don’t know so high school, I guess?” Caitlin chuckles at the end of her sentence, thinking back to get when first fell for you

I. I want to find you in a crowd just to hide from you.

It was your junior year of high school when you started to get close with Caitlin. You were a new student and had sat by her in her chem class. She took a liking to you immediately. You weren’t exactly the science type, your forte being more English and History; Language composition, Aristotle, socratic seminars, those were your thing. You came right as basketball season was starting and Caitlin saw this as a perfect opportunity to get closer with the pretty girl in her chem.

“Hey! Super random but are you a basketball fan?” Caitlin questioned you, “I have a game today if you want come”.

“I mean it’s not really my thing, but I’d love to come support you!” You replied cheerfully.

Fast forward to the game, your schools team won 58-67, thanks to Caitlin and her amazing skills.

Caitlin���s teammates surrounded her, but all she could think about was the pretty girl in her chemistry class that came to watch her. Just her. She searched for you in the crowd until she finally saw you. She was to scared for your eyes to meet, and quickly looked away. She hurried back to the locker room with her cheeks pink underneath the gymnasium’s twinkling lights. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and checked her phone.

Y/N💕

you were great tonight! thanks for the invite ;)

Caitlin buried her head in her hands. You were going to be the death of her.

2. I’ll drink what you think and I’m high

Later that year, Caitlin took you out to a house party. She thought it would be a great way to get you out of your shell and meeting new people. Not in a romantic sense of course, she already had dibs on you and everyone except her knew it.

At the party you both declined any drinks offered to you, wanting to stay clean and level headed for your first official “hangout” together. Despite staying sober, Caitlin was cracking up at every one of your jokes. You continued them just to see her smile.

“Wonder how much Cait’s had to drink.” One of her teammates said. “Not a drop,” another replied.

The latter was right. Caitlin Clark was simply drunk on love.

3. Are you gonna Marry, Kiss, or Kill me?

The end of your junior year, Caitlin took you to another party. You two were crushing and crushing hard, but hadn’t made anything official yet.

One of your mutual friends suggested you play a game of kiss, marry, kill and being bored out of your minds, you all complied. “So Y/N, kiss, marry, kill. Caitlin, Alexis, and Joshua.” You didn’t skip a beat and replied instantaneously.

“Easy peasy. Cait for all three.”

“WHAT?!” Caitlin shrieked, “You wanna kill me?!” looking at you with an expression of mock horror.

“Well, you can’t pick 2 and not the other. So technically I have no other choice.” You looked at her sweetly.

“Actually I think the point of the game is you assign one name to either kiss, marry, or kill.” Your mutual friend started, “But I’ll let it slide for you two lovebirds.”

4. Touch me while your boys play GTA.

It was your high school senior year. Caitlin’s basketball team was having a relaxed hangout at her house, playing video games. You had made your relationship official over the summer, and were excited to see what this school year had in store for you both.

You and Caitlin were snuggled up together under a blanket on her couch, while her teammates sat on the ground below playing Grand Theft Auto, a game you knew nothing about. You and Caitlin stared at each other intensely and suddenly you jumped in your seat. The hand on your thigh had shocked you, Caitlin had always seemed so PG to you. You looked up at her with an “are you crazy?!” look on your face. She used her free hand to put up her pointer finger to her mouth as if to shush you.

You weren’t quick ready to take things further than that, never having had anybody the way you’d had her before. She of course respected you and gave you a kiss on the forehead, and then proceeded to get up. “Okay guys, time for me to show you why Y/N calls me the Grand Theft Auto Annihilator.”

“Dude. I have never in my life thought about calling you that.”

5. I’m hearing voices, like a madman.

Freshman year of college and you both had committed to the University of Iowa. The two of you had, of course, decided to room together, and were happy and content with how everything had worked out for you too.

Living together proved to be somewhat challenging at first, with Caitlin being quite messy with her things. She was usually level-headed and wasn’t one to start fights, but God forbid you mention something about her not keeping her side of your room clean. Her D1 ego would not allow you to.

That day you two had bickered about Caitlin not doing the dishes like she’d promised to. “Caitlin. There’s literally 3 dishes in the sink, and you said you’d do them. C’mon man.” You said to her, half joking in an attempt to get her to listen without arguing. But Caitlin had already had a stressful morning and was not in the mood. “I’ll do them after,” She spoke curtly. “I have practice.” She jumped up, grabbed her bag, and stalked out of the dorm.

During practice, she was a mess. She kept missing shots. “Serves her right,” She thought to herself, “Little Miss ‘Oh I’m Y/N yes I’m so clean and proper lalalala-” Caitlin paused as she realized how absolutely ridiculous she sounded. She reminded herself of you whenever you did impressions of your dad. In an instant she busted into a fit of giggles, sharing her thought with her teammates so they could laugh too.

After practice, she came straight home to your shared dorm and spent the rest of the night making it up to you with a movie night filled with popcorn, candy, and most importantly a clean sink.

Caitlin snapped back into the present as the interviewer finished her thought, “It sure seems like your girlfriend Y/N has played a huge role in not only your life on the court but also off of it. How sweet! Where is she tonight?”

“She’s actually…” Caitlin turned around to look for you, and saw you walking past her to Kate wearing one of her jersey’s. She softly grabbed your arm and pulled you into the camera’s view. “She’s right here! Hi baby!” Caitlin gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning her attention back to the interview.

“So Y/N, in your eyes how do you think Caitlin did tonight?” The interviewer now questioned you.

You took a moment to think and then smiled, “Amazing as always. She’s always been amazing. Ever since high school where I met her.”

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P7)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: Life in Jackson doesn't start out great, especially when Joel hears some rather life-altering news about the reader.

Warnings: cursing

Masterlist

Part 1 and 8

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Finally seeing people without fear was a strange feeling for Y/N.

She held on to Joel as their horse lightly pranced through town behind the others.

But her daydream slowly closed as she felt Joel pulled the reigns to a stop. His hand rose and his voice rang through the street, "Tommy!"

When the man who Y/N figured was Tommy looked up and them and began to approach, Joel immediately dismounted the horse.

They ran to each other and embraced with a laugh from Tommy.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I came here to save you."

The two immediately broke into laughter as they hugged each other once again.

…

The three ate like they had never seen food before.

As much as manners were important in context, they couldn't care less.

"There's more if you need it," Maria muttered.

Joel looked up finally, "Thank you, ma'am. It's been a while since we've had a proper meal."

Ellie nodded, "I don't think I've ever had a proper meal. This is fucking amazing."

"Jesus…" Y/N muttered. She turned to Tommy and Maria, "Sorry. Just… let's mind our manners?"

"Alright. But I want my gun back."

Maria leaned forward, "The kids here aren't armed."

Tommy interfered, "Listen, I think ya'll got off on the wrong foot."

Ellie yelled, "She was gonna have her guys kill us."

"Well," Tommy reasoned, "we gotta be careful who we let in this place. But it's all bark. We're just tryna scare off those who might wanna try us is all."

The tensions were rising.

Joel leaned forward, "Ma'am," he turned to Maria, "We're grateful for your hospitality and all. But it'd be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family."

Tommy's eyes widened just barely, "Well.. uh. Maria is family."

"Oh, shit!" Ellie sighed, "Congrats. Joel… say congrats."

That was the last thing Joel wanted to say.

His jaw clenched, "Congrats."

Y/N stayed silent, going back to her soup.

…

Y/N was the only one in the house when Joel opened the door.

Ellie had left to go to Maria's earlier while Y/N was showering.

And she had appreciated the alone time. After all, she hadn't gotten any in months.

But Joel was panicked and angry when he walked in.

"J…Joel?" Y/N asked.

He threw his gun down on the old dusty couch and let out a shuddered breath.

She dared to approach him, standing it front of the brick wall of a man.

"I just. I need some time, is all." Joel explained.

She nodded, moving to the kitchen to get him a drink.

When she returned with the glass of water, he was now sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. She sat the glass down in front of him carefully, and only when he heard her did he look up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.

"No." He immediately replied.

She nodded again, ready to give him space, but when she moved away, his hand grabbed her wrist. "…Stay. Please."

Joel never says please.

Of course she would grant him this one thing.

She let him pull her to him, her body now resting is his lap.

Her fingers gently played with the scruff on his face and he closed his eyes in thought.

"Do you feel safe here?" Joel asked finally.

She leaned back at his question. "I… I don't know. I don't suppose I know what feeling safe is like anymore."

"Are you scared here, then?"

She let out a chuckle, "I'm always scared, Joel."

His eyes opened to look at her in confusion, "Even with me?"

Her silence told him enough.

"This isn't the place for us, Y/N." 

She tilted her head, "Here? …with Tommy?"

He nodded, "We're leaving in the morning. We can't stay here. I can't stay here. Too crowded."

She let them sit in the silence before she let out a small, "Okay."

He let his lips pull into the smallest of smiles, running his fingers through her hair, "Was too mad when I walked in, I didn't even tell you how pretty ya look."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed. Her hair was still wet, and her clothing was a bit tighter than she would've liked but it was all they had. "You don't have to lie to me, Miller."

He laughed, "I'm serious, sweet girl." His fingers grazed her cheek. "I think you're beautiful."

She placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He pulled away with a smile, "Is that…" he sniffed her hair, "Coconut?"

She laughed, hitting his chest lightly, "You're ruining the moment."

He shrugged, "Sorry. Couldn't help myself. Haven't smelled that since…." He stopped.

Y/N couldn't sit there watching him relive memories, so she got up from his lap quickly. "Maria left you an outfit for when you're ready to change-"

"-What if I can't do it?"

She paused, "Do what, Joel?"

"Give you a family."

She took a step back, "W…what?"

He was deep in his thoughts. She could only tell by the way his eyes never met hers. "I had my chance, and I messed it up. My one chance at a family. Kids. I'm getting old, sweet girl. And there's no place to raise a child anytime soon. I think… by the time it could even be close to safe enough for you, we'll have missed our chance."

She was still shocked, not quite understanding him, "Do you… do you think that's what I want from you?"

He just nodded as his eyes finally met hers.

"No, Joel. I don't want a family. I fucked mine up, too. I could never… be a mother-"

"-Hey, don't say that-"

"-Let me finish, Joel." She huffed. "I'm not who I used to be. And…" She sighed, "It can't happen again."

He leaned back in thought, "What do you mean?"

"When I had Cam… they said it was a miracle that he made it. My anemia… I barely got us through. And I was in my prime, Joel. I don't want a family. I don't want... a fancy house with a wrap-around porch, or a car with real gas in it," she smiled, walking back towards him. She found her place on his lap once more, "I just want you, Joel Miller. Do you think maybe I could at least have that?"

His eyes studied her face in thought. 

She took that as a sign and leaned in to connect their lips once more.

But he didn't reciprocate. She felt him stiffen as his grip tightened around her.

She leaned back with a worried gaze.

"Get up…" he murmured. 

She leaned down slightly to catch his eye-line. "What, Joel?"

"Get up!" He suddenly yelled.

Her body involuntarily jumped up in fright.

He stood, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. His voice was rushed and desperate. She knew he was having a panic attack. "I'm sorry, sweet girl. I can't give you a good life. You don't deserve this. I can't keep dragging you around."

"Stop. You're not dragging me, Joel. Just stay."

"No!" He demanded, "I… I have to go think."

The door slammed behind him as Y/N let out a frustrated sigh.

…

"I shouldn't have said what I said," Tommy reasoned to Joel in the shop. "I know you're happy for me. It's just… complicated for you. I'm sorry."

Joel stared at the ground in frustration.

Tommy leaned against the table in front of him, "Can I ask about her?"

"About who?"

"The woman."

Joel's jaw clenched slightly, but he couldn't deny his brother. "Y/N. She-"

"Y/N?" Tommy interrupted. "Tess' sister?"

"Yeah?"

"Wow," Tommy sighed, "Didn't think you'd get her to stick around. Been what? 5 years?"

"6 1/2 now."

Tommy nodded, "And… is she…?"

Joel frowned, "Is she what?"

"Is she yours, Joel?"

The older brother leaned forward on his stool, "What difference does it make?"

Tommy looked up with a sigh, "I have some… information. About her. I can keep it forever and let you continue to live with no knowledge, or I can tell you now and let you decide what to do with it."

"What kind of information?"

"Do you want to know or not, Joel?"

Joel let out a sigh of thought. Right when he thought he knew everything about that girl, she continued to be an enigma. 

"Just tell me."

Tommy nodded, "Well.. this isn't… easy stuff to hear by any means…"

"Spit it out, Tommy."

"Alright, Jesus," Tommy exclaimed. "Y/N's family is here. In Jackson."

Joel's face dropped. "What? What family?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "A father and his boy. The boy is probably… I don't know… 20?"

Cam.

Oh, god. Cam was in Jackson after all this time.

"Are you sure?"

"Joel. I'm telling you what I know. A few years ago, this man came in with the boy. They're blood-related. I asked. Said they were father and son. Long story short, I'm friends with the man. I got him drunk one evening and he told me about this girl he knocked up in high school. I didn't connect everything he told me to Y/N until I saw her earlier today. So, for your sake, I hope I'm wrong."

"What's the boy's name?"

"Joel, c'mon."

"The. Name. Tommy."

Tommy sighed, "Cameron."

Jesus Christ.

"Alright." Joel nodded. "When are you gonna tell the others?"

"Hey," Tommy stepped back with his hands up, "This is none of my business. I'm leaving this shit with you. Whatever you two have is entirely yours, alright? If you wanna tell her, be my guest. If not, no one will know. Okay?"

Joel scoffed, "Why wouldn't I tell a mother her child is alive, Tommy? What the fuck?"

"I thought that too, at first. But, you tell Y/N, and suddenly she has a family. A husband and a kid. And you and Ellie are replaced."

Joel's teeth began to hurt from his clenched jaw.

"Now, if it was me," Tommy continued, "It would hurt to tell Maria, but I'd do it if I knew it would guarantee her happiness. But you're not me, Joel. And honestly, this is the last chance you'll ever get at a family. The ball is in your court now."

The tension in the room was becoming unbearable.

Joel hadn't considered this outcome at all. If Cam was alive, how did he get here? And how did the father find him? What if Tommy is wrong, and he could get Y/N's hopes up only to drag her back down into what she was when he was taken the first time. He had an important decision to think on. But he couldn't. So, he changed the subject.

"This ride to the University, is it a suicide mission?"

"No. Not for you. We've had people go out there and come back. What is this, Joel?"

"Ellie is immune."

"What?"

"The girl is immune."

Tommy pulled out a stool and sat in front of Joel, "From the beginning."

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[ultralightpoe]

Full House llll l -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: And with this final chapter we say goodbye to the Munson family. Thank you to everyone who has read this series.

Warnings: angst, mentions of ptsd and fear of suicide but not a lot.

Word Count: 10,129

Part One HERE - Part Two HERE - Part Three HERE - Part Four HERE - Part Five HERE -

(Thanks for the gif @spookynebula )

Enjoy! -Warning. This chapter had mentions of depression and ptsd. Reader hints at suicide-

It was insane how fast things escalated that night. 

Friday nights had become somewhat of a massive tradition in the entire group, since that was the one night that EVERYONE had off. It became a family dinner/ game night all around. 

Everyone brought over plates of food, the kids all got to spend time together and the DnD party got a night to catch up on their campaign. Anyone who didn’t want to play got some time to relax with friends. 

Tonight was an extra special night because everyone was celebrating Dustin and Erica’s son, Luke’s birthday. 

So the second you all got home from all the activities and clubs and meetings everyone got cracking and starting setting up. Ziggy cleaned the downstairs living room that became the kids play room with the help of Halen. 

You helped clean up the living room before leaving Eddie and Ozzy to set up their DND tables for their respective campaigns as you went to start the food. 

By 7, an hour earlier than her normal time, Motley comes in with a smile that has you on edge immediately. 

It’s not that she was a bad kid, you loved your daughter more than the world itself, you just didn’t like her current path. And you had gotten used to the coming in and stomping straight into her room  so this smile told you something was up. 

“Hey ma!” She smiles, moving forward to kiss your cheek. 

“Hi angel.” You mumble, making a kiss noise back as you focus on the food. “We’re doing chicken Alfredo tonight for everyone so-“ 

“I was actually hoping I could go to Samantha’s for a movie night.” She smiles, watching you pause and then look at her. 

“Again?” It had been a year since she had attended one of these family dinners since her and Samantha did movie nights. “Wait, I thought you were mad at Samantha for something. When I was doing laundry you were on the phone talking about her.” 

“You were eavesdropping?!” 

“No, I was doing your laundry and you were talking loudly!” You snap. “And I’m gonna have to say no to the movie night because it’s Luke’s birthday. A special event.” 

“And next week it will be Uncle Jonathan’s birthday and after that Sara’s birthday-“ a small smile spreads across your face at the mention of Sara, the cute toddler girl Mike and El had brought into the world. She was so sweet and reminded you of your kids back then. 

“That’s the thing about birthdays. They happen every year?” You mumble, confused on why you have to explain this as she curses under her breath. 

“I just mean it’s always something with this family.” 

“Okay. I already said no so suck it up buttercup.” You snap, turning back to the food. 

Eddie comes into the kitchen with an excited smile when he sees Motley home, and you already know what’s coming. 

“Hey Metalhead. You wanna see how cool I am?” 

“Sure.” She snaps, rolling her eyes at him. 

“People say I’m magic, cause I always have a few Twix up my sleeve.” Just as he says it he makes the Twix candy bar slide down into his awaited palm with such excitement. 

“Wow dad.” She sighs. “This is an all time low.” 

“Oh! Twix!” Halen snatches it and dashes to go fine his best friend. 

“You eat today?” Eddie asks Motley, trying not to let her mood get at him. “We have snacks set up already-“ 

“Why do you constantly feel the need to ask me if I’ve eaten?!” She snaps. 

“What?! I just want to make sure my daughter actually eats instead of that dieting smell a carrot bullshit!” 

“UGH! Just leave me alone! This house sucks!” She stomps downstairs and Eddie turns to you. 

“What’d I do now?” 

“I actually told her no to something before you came in so it was me.” You explain, using the spoon to pull out a noodle and move to feed it to him. 

And before you know it everything is packed with people. 

Steve and Nancy came in a bundle of hugs, Eddie making a tall joke to their tallest son which makes Vinny laugh nervously as he moves out of the way for his three younger brothers to come in. 

Vinny takes his spot at Ozzys table, getting his dice ready as two of his brothers join him while the third dashes to follow Ziggy to go play with Zeppelin. 

Steve takes a seat at Ozzys table as well, since he wanted to play but didn’t really know how he was playing Ozzys campaign to learn the basics of the game. 

Jonathan and his son arrive soon enough, Halen snatching his friend and they dash upstairs to play video games as Jonathan takes a seat on the couch where you Nancy and Robin always sit and talk shit about anyone and anything. 

Eddie tries to call Motley up for dinner but she doesn’t answer so he just shrugs and starts his campaign, missing the pointed eye roll Vinny had. 

“He prefers to be called Vince now.” Nancy explains over her wine. “And Steve found not one but 4 little notes from girls or guys asking him out. All unanswered and just shoved into his desk drawer.”

“I still can’t believe you’re raising a valedictorian. Any idea on where he’s applying to colleges?” Jonathan asks. 

“Oh come on.  The kid is tall, attractive, has amazing grades and an all around good student. Not to mention the star baseball player for the team. It doesn't matter where he’s applying because they are all going to be reaching out to him.” Robin scoffs, making Nancy smile. 

You hear a bunch of groans coming from Ozzys table and look over to see your son smiling just like his dad as the table is panicking on what to do. 

When you look over at Eddie you see he is already smiling from ear to ear as he watches before the sound of Zeppelin barking in the back yard pulls your attention. 

“What was that?” Mike asks, trying to look out the window. 

“Probably just heard a car door. Dogs on about everything lately.” Eddie sighs, focusing back up on the game. 

Then some more time passes and he begins to get to get more and more anxious. Motley hadn’t eaten so she should come up. 

“Hey Zig?” He calls. “Send your sister up please!” 

There’s a slight rustle downstairs and he hears Ziggy knock before swinging the door open. His first sign of trouble is when he doesn’t hear Motley immediately scream at her sister to get out of her room. 

But he thinks that maybe she managed to fall asleep, she did come from cheer practice after all. 

That is until Ziggy dashes upstairs and Eddie is met with her wide eyes that makes everything fall into a panic for him. 

“What’s up?”

“She’s not there.” 

“She’s not where?” 

“She’s not in her room-“ Eddie is zipping out of his chair to zoom downstairs and check for himself, barging into her room to find it empty. “You’ve gotta be kidding me-“ 

He moved to see that she had somehow shimmied out of the small window she had and he gets pissed. 

How long has she been doing that?! 

He storms back upstairs, snatching the phone angrily as you come closer, watching him dial Perez' number and wait. 

“Hello, this is Eddie Munson. I just need to make sure my daughter got to you house safely-“ he stops, heart thundering in his rib cage at the man’s response as you keep peering at him. “What do you mean she’s not there?” 

Vinny is watching you both, an annoyed look on his face as everyone’s mood immediately drops, once again for Motley. She ruined everything these days. 

“She’s at a party.” He sighs. “Her boyfriend Aaron and his best friend Henry are throwing a huge rager tonight.” 

“I thought she wanted to go to Samantha’s?” He asks you, confused since that’s what you told him earlier. 

“Her and Samantha haven’t actually been friends for months. Samantha is too nerdy now.” Vinny explains and Steve sighs. 

“Vin, why didn’t you say anything?” 

“She’s not my business. I try to stay far away from her these days-“ 

“Why?” You ask, getting defensive of your daughter. 

“Because they make everyone’s lives miserable. They just constantly bully Mickey about his stuttering. Samantha is bullied about her weight and all they do is walk through the halls making everyone miserable. And she just lets it happen with a laugh. She thinks it’s great.” 

Your heart breaks, imagining all the things he is saying as Eddie is losing patience.

“The party's address. Where is it?” He snaps, moving to grab his keys. 

“Eds..” you mumble, reaching out to stop him but the second he has the address he is out the front door. 

So you, and everyone else, wait. 

Sending all the kids including your twins down stairs to watch a movie as the adults and teens sit around and wait for Eddie’s car to emerge again. 

And when they do you already know it’s gonna be bad based on the way they both slam the doors. 

He’s yelling before they even make it to the front door. 

“I’m sick of this bullshit with you!” He shouts. “When’s it gonna stop, huh?!” 

“Fuck off!” She screams back, obviously crying. “You just ruined my life!” 

“No Motley, I just helped it!” He yells, opening the door. “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

“Why do you care so much?!” She screams as they both come into view. “IT WAS JUST A PARTY!” 

“YOU WERE DRINKING AND SMOKING!” He screams back, both red in the face. “I HAD TO PULL THAT FUCK OFF OF YOU! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED MOTLEY?!

“Right. So you’re the hero once again right? You barge in and take control over everything and now everyone is gonna say what a wonderful guy you were and how my mom is so lucky she found you.” She sneers, tears streaming down her face and makes her eyeliner stain her cheeks. “Thank god for Eddie fucking Munson. My family was fine before she met you! We were fine without you!”

“I don’t know what you’re on about but you’re on thin ice tonight.” He warns. 

“Just fucking say it! Say I remind you of my dad! That’s why you hate me right?!” She snaps and his eyes widen. 

“Motley- you don’t. Wait-“ your husband tries, you see the panic on his face as he realizes that this situation was spinning out far too quickly. 

Meanwhile Eddie felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had just found his daughter half asleep with some jock on top of her at a party and he was freaked the fuck out. He was mad and stressed and scared but the feeling he was getting as she glared at him made him go cold. 

He had his tiffs with her, these days all he could seem to do was irritate her but this was something entirely different. 

“I’m Billys kid right? That’s all I am to you? I look and act like him! That’s all you see! Right?!” 

“You’ve had a lot to drink.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his face. “Maybe you should go get some rest.” 

“You talk all this bullshit about how it’s the people that raise us and not the ones we’re made from. But you know what I think? I think you’re lying because you know that’s not true. I’ll always be like Billy and you will always be like Alan.” She continues and Eddie feels something cold in his chest, a cracking feeling as his ears start ringing. He hears you shuffle closer already trying to diffuse the situation but neither of them look at you. 

When he doesn’t respond she keeps going, like a feral animal backed into a corner. 

“You think I haven’t heard the stories?! Huh?! Alan Munson arrested for drug abuse and manslaughter. Eddie Munson, the schools fucking freak that sold drugs and killed Chrissy Cunningham.” 

“I am nothing like him-“ Eddie snaps, skin hot and fists clenched. Alan was an abuser, who had hit Eddie more than he hugged him.  Eddie had never hit you, or the kids. He had never killed anyone, not even Chrissy and sure he sold drugs but he always made sure everyone was safe when using them. 

Is that how she saw him? 

“You’re just like him! Nothing but a low life fucking freak. You can take your cheap fucking necklace back, freak.” She sobs, tearing off the necklace he made her and chucking it at his chest. Some of the chain hits his cheek at how hard she threw it, and it falls to the floor beneath him with a clank. 

And just like that he’s back to nothing. All the hard work he’s done to run from his name and all the hard work he’s put into supporting people is gone. She’s right. He’s nothing but a freak. Always has been and always will be. 

Her face falls from one of pure anger to shock and sadness as she watches him. He doesn’t know what he looks like but by your devasted face it can’t be great. 

“I’m going to bed.” He announces, voice sounding bland and empty, kicking his mothers ring away from his feet and moving upstairs without another word. 

“W-wait dad-“ she gasps out, sobering up a bit. “Please just-“ 

He doesn’t hear. Or he just blatantly ignores her as the bedroom door slams harshly. 

“No. No no no.” She sobs, falling to her knees to try and find where the ring had gone after Eddie kicked it. Her fingers grasp around the chain, sobbing harder when she sees it snapped and broken. 

Ziggy comes into view then, eyes wide as she watches her sister scramble across the floor. 

“Ziggy. You need to go downstairs-“ you try and control the situation, moving your daughter to head back only to find that all of the kids were standing in the kitchen and had heard everything. 

“I think it’s time we go.” Steve mumbles, not looking at Motley as everyone begins to grab their kids and make their way out. 

She can’t breathe, she can’t breathe and she can’t find the ring. 

“Z-zig- help me p-please. I can’t find it.” She sobs, reaching her arm under the couch to try and feel for it. 

Ziggy doesn’t move to help her sister, and you can only watch with tears streaming down your face as your oldest breaks down. 

“Ididntmeanit!” She sobs. “Pleasebelieveme-“ 

“I think everyone needs to go to bed.” You state calmly. “Motley we will discuss all of this in the morning once we’ve all had room to breathe. Okay?” 

She nods, still violently sobbing as Ziggy walks away from her and storms downstairs. Halen has tears streaming down his own face as Ozzy grabs his arm to lead him upstairs, hearing nothing but silence coming from their parents room. 

You shuffle away too, trying not to look at her and trying not to cry. You had no clue what to do right now. 

She searches for a couple minutes before realizing the point was mute since she couldn’t actually see from her eyes anymore with how hard she was crying and finally she gave up, shuffling downstairs. 

At first she walks to her room, but the second she hits the door she realizes she doesn’t want to be alone so she moves closer to Ziggys door and knocks softly. 

Back when you first moved in, Motley and Ziggy were terrified to sleep in the basement, both so sure ghosts were real. Motley often let Ziggy in her room so they could sleep together. 

Now it was her knocking on her baby sister's door, chest aching as it opens a bit. “C-can I sleep with you Zig? I-I don’t want to-“ 

“Why do you have to ruin everything?!” Ziggy cries, shoving Motley away. “Why do you have to chase him away?!”

“Zig-“ Motley sobs but her sister doesn’t hear her. 

“You ruin everything! And he’s gonna leave because of you!” And then the door is slammed in her face once more. 

So Motley shuffles to the couch, curling into the cushions as she sobs. Eddie’s face stuck in her mind. 

She had never seen him look so…. Broken and empty. She did that. 

And he had never walked away from a fight with her. 

“I want dad…” she sobs, shoving her face into the pillow to sob. “I’m sorry dad.” 

- 

You were going to be sick. 

Never before had you seen such silence from your husband. 

By the time you made it to the room he was just sitting on the bench in front of your bed, just staring at the wall. 

“Eddie?” You mumble, moving closer to him and try to rub his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

He just shakes his head no. Not actually looking at you as he brings his hand up to pull yours away from him. 

There’s a crater in your chest as your husband pushes your hand away, this gaping hole just gushing out blood as you try and figure out how to fix this. But before you can think of something he stands and walks past you to go into the bathroom, locking the door and turning the shower on. 

-

You’ve thankfully passed out by the time Eddie gets the courage to leave the bathroom, he can’t look at you right now. 

He’s a coward. 

A freak. 

We were fine without you.

She thought he was Alan. She probably heard everyone at school making fun of her dad. 

Nothing but a low life fucking freak.

Freak. Freak. Freak freakfreakfreak. 

“You’re nothing Edward. You hear me boy?” Alan calls, watching Eddie dash to his room to hide. 

Later that evening his mother would give Eddie a buzz cut, the hair being the thing that got him in trouble in the first place. 

He could do nothing but stare into the mirror as she did so, looking at the deep purple bruise that covered most his cheek as she worked on his hair. 

Nothing.

Nothing.  

He didn’t mean to stay awake all night, sitting there staring at a wall. But he somehow managed to. 

So he unplugs his alarm clock before it can wake you, shuffling around to get dressed silently. He was used to doing chores on the weekends, for the yard or the family cars. 

Today he chose to head out for a bit. Leaving a tiny kiss on your forehead as he grabbed his wallet and keys before heading out.

- 

Motley wakes up to the front door closing, her neck aching from the spot on the couch she had slept on and her head blaring from crying so much last night. 

It takes her a moment to get up, shuffling upstairs half asleep until she is in the main part of the house, when she sees no one there she shuffled up the stairs to sneak into your room. 

Her heart plummets when she sees it’s only you, her anxiety and guilt heightening as she crawls into bed to lay with you, pulling the blanket close as you turn to cuddle your daughter. 

“I’m sorry mommy.” She cries. 

“I know.” You mumble, still half asleep as you keep her close. 

Soon enough the boys wake up, dashing downstairs, and you have to get up to go feed everyone. Motley stays close to you, sitting at the table awkwardly as you get the twins set up with cereal. 

They don’t look at her. Neither of them even look near her as they eat silently which upsets her more. 

“Have you decided what song you’re going to do for your performance, Oz?” She tries to break the tension, watching her brother shrug. 

“Dad and I were going over some stuff. Doesn’t matter.” He shrugs again, spinning his cereal around the bowl as you go downstairs to grab Zeppelin for his daily walk and wake up Ziggy.  

You rush Zeppelin out, the older dog excited as he is every morning and the second you leave the front door Ziggy emerges from downstairs. 

“Morning Zig.” Motley tries to smile, stomach clenching when her sister ignores her. 

“Hey Zig? Can I borrow your charcoal markers?” Halen asks, excited to see his sister. “I have this really cool idea to take my Halloween mask and make it look like the words are-“ 

Motley zones out watching all three of her siblings talk excitedly amongst each other. It had been a family tradition for as long as she’s known to have breakfast together on Saturday, just the 6 of them. A tradition she’s blatantly ignored in favor of spending time with her friends. 

“I have a new eyeliner, Zig, if you want to try it?” Motley offers, once again trying to break the tension. 

“I’m good.” Ziggys is quick to shut her down, moving to clean up her mess. “Remember guys. Dads birthday is coming up and we all gotta keep it a surprise what we got.” 

“Right.” Ozzy smiles, tossing his bowl in the sink before dashing off while Ziggy rushes downstairs. 

Halen is the only one left and Motley turns to him. “What’d we get dad?” 

“I don’t know what you got him. But we all chipped our allowance in for something.” Halen mumbles, hands clenched. 

“Why didn’t you guys tell me? I would have-“ 

“Why does it matter? He’s not your dad right?” Her brother mumbles out, getting up to slam his bowl in the sink as well. He stomps off soon after that, and soon enough the sound was mixed with the sounds of Ozzy practicing cello and Halen dashing around for his project. Ziggy playing music in her room. 

-

“DADS HOME!” Halen yells excitedly, dashing down the stairs to come into the kitchen where you were preparing lunch.  “I saw him pull in.” 

“Good.” You smile, some of the anxiety easing as the kids collect at the table around where Motley was sitting and doing homework. “We’re going to eat lunch together. No fighting guys.”

The front door opens and shuts and Motley stands up awkwardly, both of you waiting for Eddie to enter. 

When he does you are silent, eyes wide as he blinks at you slowly. “Y-your hair?” 

It was cut, short. There were still some curls at the top of his head but the rest was gone. 

“I….. yeah I thought I needed a change.” He mumbles, reaching a hand up to pull through it awkwardly. “Thought the mop head was a little outdated.” 

I didn’t want to look like a freak. You know that’s what he meant even if he didn’t say it. 

“Dad. I am so sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean any of it and I can’t believe-“ Motley begins, wiping her cheeks as some fresh tears roll down her face. 

“Hey hey hey.” Eddie stops her. “It’s fine. Okay? No hurt feelings Motley. You had some stress and needed to get it out. I get it.” 

She shakes her head. “I didn’t mean any of it dad.” 

“I know.” He nods. “I’m not upset at you Motley.” 

And that was settled. But he doesn’t move forward to hug her, he doesn’t even touch her, instead he shuffles to sit down and look at the others staring at him. 

“Does it look bad?” He asks as they all blink at him and his new hair. Immediately after he asks they all rush out to tell him no and that it looks good. 

Motley takes a seat again and so do you, everyone beginning to eat silently. 

Eddie had said it was fine, but everyone at the table knew it wasn’t. 

Eddie didn’t try to crack any cheesy jokes or pull you into an embarrassing kiss that would make them all gag. He didn’t ask about their plans or if they all wanted to hang out. Eddie ate in silence. And the silence was the loudest part of the meal. 

-

Things remained tense for the rest of the weekend and by the time Motley had to go to school she was tired and stressed. 

Her bad was still shut down, he tried not to be but he was. And things were just so…..wrong now. 

This morning was awkward enough. She had told Aaron she didn’t want a ride, and she really didn’t want her dad seeing him in general. 

But he left early for work and you had assumed she already had a ride so you took the rest of the kids, which left her to walk to school. 

She showed up drenched from the rain, bumping into Samantha by the door and dashing to the bathroom quickly. 

By the time she gets out first period is already over and the hallways were already packed with people moving for their next class. 

She just wanted to cry. She was cold and soaked and missed her dad. 

She broke her dad. 

“Motley! Hey!” Aaron calls, and she tenses, casting him a look before dashing down the hall and bumping into Vince harshly. 

He manages to catch her as her heeled boots slip, hauling her easily into an empty classroom the second he sees the tears rushing down her her cheeks. He closes the door and pulls the blinds of the window down. 

“Just take a moment.” 

“I have to get to class.” She sniffles. 

“It’s biology with Fitz. He barely takes attendance and we’ll be fine.” He tries to joke. “Just take a breather.”

“I can’t! I can’t catch my breath at all.” She snaps, and he moves closer to wipe at her eyes as she sobs before she is latching herself onto him with her face pressed into his chest as she sobs. “I’m sorry Vinny.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snitched on you like that.” He mumbles. 

“No. No. It actually was for the better.” She moves to sit down after breaking from the hug, sliding against the door and sitting with her back to it. 

He follows and they are side by side. 

“I’m thankful my dad showed up.” She admits. “There was a split second where I was so fucking happy he was there actually. I saw him when he tore Aaron off of me and I knew I’d be safe.” 

“Did Aaron….?” 

“Oh. It’s….. I was just too out of it.” She mumbles, trying to get comfortable. 

He moves slowly, unzipping her boot slowly to take it off and doing it to the other so it was easier to sit without the heels. 

“Then what happened?” 

“I…. Saw the look on my dads face when he dragged me out of there. And I just felt like….. Billy.” She admits, swiping the tears.  “I remembered what you said and-“ 

“I lied.” Vince blurts. “Motley you had to have known that I lied. Your dad would never say that.” 

“You lied?” 

“I lied. I was trying to hurt you because you…. I was being a dick.” 

She sniffles quickly, laughing a little. “Vinny.” 

“I’m sorry Motley.” 

“Oh my god.” She laughs and he can only blink at her from guilt. “I spent the past year bullying you with my friends and you’ve been holding back your punches.” 

“I just….there is no excuse.” He mumbles but she just keeps laughing with tears still springing down her face. 

“Don’t feel bad. I was…. Out of control and you ended up saving my ass.” She rushes out. “And then I just completely destroyed my life after.” 

“You didn’t. I’m sure this can all be fixed.” He sighs. “Your dad is one of the…. Best.” 

“He is.” 

“And he forgives my dad after years of king Steve’s bullshit.” He mumbles. “Now they are best frie-“

Before he can finish his sentence her lips are on his. Warm and soft. 

He can taste the salt from her tears, and his heart is beating through his rib cage as the girl he’s been dreaming about for years finally kisses him. 

But then he pulls back, blinking at her. “Sorry.” He blurts out. 

“Why are you sorry? I kissed you.” She blushes. 

“Motley.” He begins, not really knowing what to say. “You’re beautiful.” 

“I know.” She smiles, laying her head on his shoulder. “You are too.” 

- 

Family dinner was quiet, and Eddie spent most his time pushing the food around on his plate and everyone ate in silence. 

Motley leans over, elbow pressing into his as she whispers. “Have you eaten today?” 

A tiny smile breaks out, and Motley can’t tell if it’s real or fake. So she leans back and keeps pushing around her own food. 

“I think I’m gonna drop out of the concert.” Ozzy blurts, pulling Eddie’s attention quickly. 

“Why?” 

“I’m just…. Not really feeling it.” Her little brother mumbles, shrugging. 

Everyone turns to Eddie, waiting for him to talk Ozzy into it. This is what he did. A problem arose and Eddie was there to make them all feel better. He would talk Ozzy into the concert, get rid of all the anxiety and stress he was carrying about it. 

But it didn’t come. 

“Okay well….. just let your teacher know yeah?” He mumbles, picking up his plate to clean it before heading out of the room quickly. 

“I hate you.” Ziggy snaps at Motley, storming off. 

-

“EW! Absolutely not!” Motley snaps, slapping Vinny’s hand away which makes him laugh. “I refuse!” 

“Go fish. Go fish!” He laughs, waving the card in her face again. 

“No! I refuse!” 

“That’s the point of the game!” 

Motley and Vinny had been eating lunch together in the abandoned science classroom everyday for the past week. They did homework together and played card games. He told her about his mom and dads most recent fight where Steve had managed to break their bedroom door handle and trap them both in the room on accident. 

“No it’s not. I win.” She mumbles, shaking her head as he groans out. “Which means I deserve a victory kiss.” 

Whenever she won he had to kiss her. And whenever he won she had to kiss him.  Oh how miserable life was. 

He smiles, leaning forward to kiss her lips nervously which makes her giggle. When he pulls back he scratches the back of his neck. “So… the Sadie Hawkins Hawkins dance is coming up.” 

“Yes. I hear them announce it every morning.” She teases. “Who you gonna ask?”

“Oh ha ha.” He scoffs right as the bell rings. “I have practice after school. You good to get home?” 

“I’ll be good.” She smiles, watching as he stands up and heads out. 

- 

It was weird seeing Eddie like this, so bland and empty. It really scared you. 

He had never shut down like this before, and you were getting to the point where you had begun to hide all the sharp objects and pills. 

Today he sat on the bed, well more or less laid on the bed splayed out as he watched the ceiling fan turn slowly. It had been 2 weeks since that fight with Motley, and he had nightmares anytime he managed to fall asleep which wasn’t often. 

You knew what he was dreaming about of course, between his father, Chrissy or Wayne’s passing he always woke up calling one of their names in a panic. 

“Hey Eds?” You call, trying to get his attention. “Do you wanna try sleeping? I can lay with you.” 

“No.” He mumbles out, not moving as the bed dios while you curl into his side. 

“You need sleep.” You murmur, kissing his shoulder, taking your hand to rub circles on his stomach. 

“I just need…..” What did he need? You’d give him anything. 

“She didn’t mean it.” You whisper, tears beginning to burn your eyes. 

“I know.” He whispers back. “I just can’t shake it.”

“Maybe, we should look into some therapy.” Your whisper, watching as he finally switches to lay on his side facing you pushing until it’s his forehead against your chest. 

“If I start dreaming about them-“

“I’ll wake you up.” You promise. 

-

Eddie’s first therapy session falls on a Monday, so you drop the kids off at all their clubs before taking him and waiting in the car as he spends the next 2 hours in the session. 

You catch up on some of your book and when he gets back in the car you are happy to note that he seems a little better. Not a lot but he’s not too empty. 

“You haven’t eaten in a minute. Want to go get a burger?” You ask and he shrugs. “You wanna wait for the kids to eat?” 

“I just want to sleep.” He answers truthfully and you smile, because at least he was answering. So you turn down the radio and drive to pick up all the kids from their clubs. 

First are the boys, Halen still in his karate outfit and Ozzy without his cello. When you ask he simply mutters since he didn’t need to practice he was gonna leave it there tonight. 

Eddie closes his eyes like he is in pain when Ozzy says that, but no one says anything. 

Next is Ziggy, but you are shocked to find both sisters standing together outside of Ziggys school.

“Motley? Why aren’t you at practice?”

“They end at 5.” She answers.

“Then why did you keep coming home at 8?” 

She looks guilty as she shrugs, looking between you and Eddie as he keeps his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.” 

“Jesus.” You grunt, feeling like a crap mother. 

Later that night you knock on her door, and when she lets you in you shut the door, sitting her on her bed so you could have a long conversation about sex and boys. 

It was a little too late as you had come to find out. But she ended up telling you everything. 

-

Friday rolled around and it was DND night, but no one set up any campaign tables and no one bothered to get excited. 

Eddie helped you in the kitchen and Motley tried asking about any ideas he had for another campaign. 

“Have you ever done a dragon one?”

“Yes.” 

“Well maybe you can do a futuristic one then?” 

“I actually think I’m done for a bit.” He shrugs. “It’s a game meant for kids.” 

He shuffles off to the garage to grab the drinks for tonight as Motley looks at you. 

“Hey mom?” Ziggy asks, coming up the stairs. “I have this project I’m doing and it smells really bad cause of the paint. Do you think dad will let me work in the garage?” 

“I don’t care. Go for it.” Eddie snaps, walking in with the sodas. “Have at it. Take what you want.” 

He drops the drinks by the coolers before walking up the stairs. 

“He hates us.” Ziggy mumbles. “He hates us now.” 

“He doesn’t hate you. Enough of that.” You snap. “You two have absolutely no clue what he’s been through or what he’s done to be where he is now.  You throw Chrissy in his face and his father in his face and all he ever does is try to cheer you guys up constantly.” 

They both blink at you.  

“He’s upset. He’s gonna be upset from his trauma and it shouldn’t constantly be about you two. Have you bothered to ask if he’s okay ever?” You snap, irritable. “Go clean something.” 

They disperse quickly and you turn back to keep cooking, slamming everything as you go. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, leaning against the door. 

“No I’m not.” You snap. “I’m so sick of everything. When did this get so hard and - and you’re listening to me complain again. Even when I’m stressed about you carrying all our burdens I still give you more.” You laugh bitterly. 

“I don’t mind taking in your guys’ burdens.” He sighs, moving closer. 

“This isn’t working.” You snap. “None of this is working.” 

“I know.” He sighs. 

“I think it’s time we take a look at the next step here.” You mumble, turning away from him. “Because I don’t think I can do this anymore.” 

“I don’t think I can either.” He whispers. 

“Then….” You can’t even put it into words, what are you saying? “I need to finish cooking.” 

He doesn’t say anything, just merely disappears again. 

-

“Divorce?” Robin scoffs. “You find out your daughter is a slut and this is where you end up?” 

“No. Not divorce. We just need another strategy.” You mumble, not looking in the direction that Eddie was sitting in. “It’s like playing tug of war through a brick wall. Whenever either of us begins to make movement the other just hits the brick at full speed.”

Tonight’s ‘family dinner’ was extremely different. It felt more like an awkward party than a family dinner. 

Motley sat on the stairs with Vinny, pretending to study as Ziggy sat in the corner sketching. 

No dnd, no fun conversations. Your family was truly beginning to crumble under pressure. 

“And I feel like absolute crap because how did I now see that my daughter had a sex life?” 

“I hear that Aaron kid is a jackass.” Robin sneers. 

“From Jonathan. His photography teacher.” Nancy clarifies. 

“What great intel.” You sneer and she sighs, rollling her eyes. 

You spend the rest of the night talking about Robins most recent girlfriend, and why it ended. By the time you said goodnight to everyone you truly thought you knew too much about her love life. 

You wave off her car, being the last to leave, and you shut the door before pressing your forehead to it with a sigh. 

When you turn around you are surprised to find Eddie standing there waiting for you and the kids still in sight watching you. 

“Goodnight everyone.” You mumble, locking the door and moving to start picking everything up. 

“I’m craving donuts.” Eddie blurts, making everyone look at him. “When’s the last time we had an actual Munson meal?” 

“What?” Ozzy laughs. “We had dinner together yester-“ 

“No no. I mean an actual Munson meal.” Eddie shakes his head. 

Ziggy catches on then, a smile spreading on her face as Motley soon gets it. 

“Guys, I’m tired so maybe we should-“ you don’t get to finish your sentence because Eddie is there, pulling you to the kitchen with the kids to prep for Munson dinner. 

-

A little while later you are all sat on the floor, knees connecting all of you together as you pass around the snacks and laugh. 

Homemade donuts and ham wrapped around cheese sticks. Sliced apples and peanut butter with grapes. Any snack you could think of was in the center of the circle. 

You all had pillows and blankets, and there was a cartoon playing in the background as Ziggy told you guys the story of how her math teacher broke his foot by dancing in class. 

You’re laughing too hard, tears streaming down your face as you try to breathe in while she imitates his crying. 

“Stop!” Motley cries. “He did the same dance thing when I had him!” 

“Do the dance one more time.” Eddie laughs. “I gotta see it.” 

So Ziggy does, looking like an absolute fool as she does but everyone is still laughing and having fun. 

Halen catches you up on his drama club, and how he got the old grandma as a roll. “It’s not funny!” 

“Its not!” Ozzy laughs. “But your costume is!” 

“Wait. Tell them about your concert!” Halen mumbles to which Ozzy shakes his head quickly. 

“What’s going on with the concert?” Eddie asks, leaning to snatch an apple slice out of your hand. 

“I…. They….. well they gave my solo up before I quit.” He admits. 

“What? Why would they do that?” You mumble, worry striking you. “Ozzy,” 

“They said I lacked control.” He blushes. 

“That’s not fair. You’re the best in that group.” Eddie snaps. 

“Every parent says that about their kid.” Ozzy groans. 

“Well yeah but I’m not just saying that because you are my kid.” He mumbles. “You’re fucking amazing Ozzy. And if they think you’re not then we need to look for another program.” 

“But-“ 

“Dads right, Ozzy. You play better than any of them.” Motley mumbles. 

“We’ll look for another program. Rather than the school.” You nod, and he shrugs with a small smile playing on his lips. 

“What’s going on with you?” Eddie asks. “How is life at school, you know after I….” 

“Life is better.” She cuts him off. “I actually…. I spend all my free time with Vince now and-“ 

She starts blushing, and Eddie and yourself are shocked by this image. It had been forever since you saw your daughter with no makeup and in her cheesiest pajamas. 

“Well I like all my makeup and outfits but there is no stress of how I look around him so I get to have more fun with it all. You know?” She’s getting redder and redder now. “And the Sadie Hawkins is coming up and Iwastryingtofigurrouthowtoaskhim.” 

She mumbles the last part out but everyone heard it, excitement jumping through the group. 

“Oooo. Motley and Vincent sitting in a tree-“ a pillow hits Ziggy in the face as Ozzy and Eddie are already talking over each other with ideas. 

“How about you write it on a baseball?” Halen asks, and everyone stops at his idea before Motley lights up. 

“That would be very sweet.” You smile. 

“I don’t have a baseball though.” 

“That’s easy. Send Zeppelin outside for 5 minutes and he’ll find one.” Eddie teases. 

“I have paint for it!” 

“Then we have a plan.” 

Eddie sighs, shifting a bit as he tried to conjure up what he needs to say. “I think we’ve been failing as a family lately.” 

“How so?” 

“When’s the last time we’ve actually talked? Actually sat down together and talked about life? We have all been so caught up lately that we haven’t made time for our best team and that needs to change.” 

“How so?” 

“I propose that we do family dinners like this from now on. Actually talk. Actually take time for each other and tell eachother everything.” He sighs. “But in order for that then there has to be complete honesty. And I have not given you guys that.”

It’s silent as everyone stares back. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something. 

It takes you a minute to register it. It’s a bat tooth. 

“Who wants the truth about Chrissy Cunningham and my scars?” 

-

It’s around 3 am when you wake up, confused and groggy. 

Somehow everyone had managed to cuddle together on the couch, everyone connected somehow. You were all merged as one, sleeping in a pile, with Halen snoring loudly. 

You blink a couple times, wondering what had woken you up, so you sit up, making Halen stir a bit and try your best to sneak out. 

You limp to the sound that had been waking you up, tense from the awkward position you had been sleeping before you shuffle to open the window and look out at what was outside. 

A small laugh escapes you when you realize that you had left Zeppelin out and he was whining. “I am so sorry baby boy.” You coo, shuffling to the door quickly to let him in. He dashes to the couch to crawl his way into the pile. 

You catch Eddie staring at you, trapped underneath all the kids as he nods his head for you to come back. So you do. Finding your spot and falling asleep with your family once more. 

- 

“Would you just take a breath?” Eddie laughs, watching his oldest daughter rush around in a flurry of panic. 

He is standing in the center of the living room, doing his best to help her as she struggles to find her shoe. 

“Dad I can’t find it..” she mumbles. “He’s gonna be here any minute and I-“ 

“Just sit down a moment.” He mumbles, moving her to sit before he starts looking. He instantly finds, throwing it at her to catch easily before shuffling back to the kitchen to find you sitting with Ziggy as she shows you her most recent project. 

“How’s it going in there?” You ask, looking up at him for a second.  

“Found her shoe. I came to get you for pictures.” And within a moment you are up, kissing Ziggys head and dashing to find your camera for the photos. 

Eddie shuffles closer, snatching a chip from her bag as he looks at the oil painting. “Jesus. Did a teenage mutant ninja turtle possess you?” 

“Huh?” 

“You know? Micheal Angelo, Donatello-“ 

“Oh my god dad.” She groans as he picks up the painting. 

“This is really good. You're gonna submit it for something?” He asks. 

“My art teacher says I should compete in this art show thing.” Ziggy mumbles, watching him look at the painting.  “That one is called lifeline.” 

An extravagant oil painting with a blurry faced female holding a leather jacket. And when he tilts the photo he realizes that she had hidden bats into the jacket, using another paint so if it moved in the light you might be able to see the bats she had hidden. His bats. His tattoo but with them in a purplish paint hidden just the same were 4 birds. 

“You’re really talented.” He mumbles, fingers tracing over the birds. 

“Yeah yeah.” She blushes, snatching the painting back and shoving him away. 

“HES HERE!” Motley screams from the other room and Ziggy moves to go into the living room to watch Vinny park the car and take a moment to prep himself. 

He fixes his jacket and Motley is inside making sure all her makeup is set and perfect as he walks up the pathway. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Be cool.” She warns you and Eddie, trying to breathe. 

“We’re cool. You’re the one over there hyperventilating.” Eddie teases and she snatches a pillow to throw at him. 

The knock sounds at the door and Motley rushes to answer, tripping unceremoniously so Eddie has to catch her before she breaks an ankle. 

He helps her stand straight and moves to answer the door himself. 

“Vincent.” 

“Mr. Munson.” He smiles, already blushing. 

“Is there going to be drinking?” 

“No sir.” 

“Smoking?” 

“No sir.” 

“Sex?” 

“N-no sir.” 

“You know I can kick your ass if you hurt her. Right?” 

“My dad said the same thing.” 

“That he can kick your ass?” 

“No. That you could.” And Eddie can’t help but laugh, letting Motley pass. 

It’s another 30 minutes of you taking pictures and him giving her a corsage before they are taking off in his car, Motley smiling from ear to ear. 

“Wait…” Eddie mumbles, looking at you with panic. “Something is wrong.”

“What’s that?” 

“She’s leaving and I don’t feel that punching feeling in my gut.” He murmurs, looking genuinely confused. “I don’t feel the need to follow her and make sure she makes it there.”

“Yeah. Well if I trust anyone to protect my daughter it would be Harringtons kid.” You laugh. “Because we all know she will be the one throwing the punches and he will back her up.”

-

There was a nervousness in her stomach that she hadn’t gotten before, a blush on her cheeks as she does her best not to seem like she is going insane with panic. 

“I’m…. shit- sorry. I am really nervous.” He mumbles after messing with the radio awkwardly. 

“I’m nervous too.” Motley admits, smiling at him. 

“You? Nervous? What for? I am the one dating way above my natural league here.” He mumbles. Before she can respond he is pulling into the school parking lot. The Sadie Hawkins Dance. Hawkins High School went all out. 

There are balloon gates leading into the front doors and streamers covering the door itself. She kept a firm hold on his arm as they went to get the tickets, ignoring the way Aaron and his friends snicker when they see the both of them together. 

“Drinks first?”

“Lead the way.” Motley smiles. 

- 

Eddie lays on the couch, reading the eragon book that Ozzy and Halen wouldn’t shut up about, with your head on his lap as you doze off. 

You had spent the morning helping your daughter get ready, and now you were tired. So he offered to help you fall asleep, and you had taken the chance, letting him play with your hair as you closed your eyes. He made it seem like he was doing you some huge favor, but truth was you were doing him a favor. 

Laying on the couch with you was his favorite thing, well laying with you in general. Gone were the days of having to jump all over each other, now you both were getting to the part in life where you just needed to be near each other. You rooted Eddie to this earth and he needed you like a hurricane needed wind. 

He would be nothing without you or the kids. Would still be a freak, spiraling into the unknown but you had given him everything he never knew he needed. 

Soon enough he found himself dropping the book on the floor, focusing on you, doing his best to memorize all your features the best he could as you slept peacefully. 

He understood Ziggys painting now. Lifeline. You were his lifeline. 

- 

By the end of the night Motley and Vinny sat side by side on her front porch, laughing loudly as they shared a gallon of icecream they had stolen from the fridge. 

Her feet ached so she had taken off her heels and when he walked her to the door (he was very serious about Eddies curfew) but he hadn’t been ready to say goodnight yet so they decided on hanging out on the porch. She was technically home so her curfew was fulfilled. 

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Fitz tried to dance when the YMCA came on!” She giggles. “Smacked Margaret right in the face.”

“WHACK!” He laughs, imitating the slap. 

“That poor girl definitely left with a bruise.”

“And Aaron left with a bruised ego.” 

“HE DID!” Motley cackles loudly before covering her mouth when she realizes someone might hear her. 

“I should get going.” Vinny mumbles, watching her. “But I…. I have something for you.”

“Yeah?” 

“I…. well I found this the other night at DnD night…” He murmurs, digging into his pocket to pull out a chain with a really familiar necklace linked to it. 

“Oh my god.” Motley gasps, dropping her spoon. “Vinny-”

“I should have given it to you immediately but then I had this idea to- that was wrong wasn’t it? I should have just given it to you I am so sorry-” She leans forward quickly, kissing him before he could keep rambling. 

“That was the sweetest thing you could have ever done.” She whispers before hearing a thump from inside and pulling her attention to the door. 

“Goodnight.” He murmurs. 

“Goodnight.” She answers back, he kisses her again at the door before making sure she gets in without a problem and then walks to his car. 

Eddie is shuffling to the couch, eyes wide when he meets his daughters eyes. “I was not spying. I went to grab a blanket for your mother and I.”

Motley smiles, moving to hug him. 

“Did you have fun?” He asks, kissing the top of her head.

“So much fun. He was the perfect gentleman.” She whispers. “Goodnight dad.”

“Goodnight metalhead.” She moves to walk away and he calls out once more. “Your mother and I’s first date ended on the kitchen floor of that apartment you guys used to live in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. She had to get home to relieve the babysitter and I never wanted to let her go.” He smiles. 

“I’m glad you didn’t.” She smiles back before moving to go down the stairs. 

- 

Time passes, quicker than Eddie would like, and yet as slow as they can be. 

He wants so badly to see his kids grow up and yet he just isn’t ready to let them go, he wants to see every second. 

Motley and Vinny go to prom together, and Steve and Nancy all get drunk with you and Eddie that night after you say bye to them. 

Soon enough he was saying goodbye to his firstborn daughter as her and her nerdy boyfriend drove off to college. He cried, so did you. Steve sobbed. 

Ziggy grew into this very hippie lifestyle, most of her clothes looked like they came from Steve Nicks closet and she smelled of incense more than anything. She focused on art, excelling at it truthfully, and as she went through high school Eddie found that he didn’t need to be as worried about boys taking advantage of one of his babies since she seemed absolutely disgusted by them. 

She came out to him in her sophomore year, he had been sitting with her in the garage, helping her staple a new canvas that was bigger than his car. She had been panicking all day about something, even Zeppelin had been feeding off her energy and whining. 

But then she blurts it out, a quick and simple “I like girls.”

He stops, unplugging the staple gun to turn and look at her, watching her face pinch with anxiety. 

“You got a girlfriend?” He asks. She shakes her head no and he nods. “You got a crush on someone?”

There was a nod on that one and he smiled. “Well any girl that gets ya will be a lucky son of a gun. And I mean that, because you are a very freaking special Ziggy. Always have been.”

She hugs him tightly, crying into his chest that night. 

Zeppelin passes away two months later, and Eddie finds himself with the grief of losing a child. He tells the kids that it was time, time for him to move on and find Wayne. He is completely devastated by it, but he tries to keep a brave face for Ziggy since she just lost her oldest best friend. 

He keeps his collar on the fireplace right next to Wayne's ashes and a photo of all of them at the park.. 

Once the boys hit freshman year their biggest fight starts…. Over another boy. Well more specifically Ozzy makes a friend and Halen gets mad that he never sees his twin anymore. 

The fight led to physical blows, and soon enough Eddie had to move Ozzy into Waynes old room just to get them to chill out. 

Ziggy graduates, barely (his poor sweet baby), and gets accepted into an art school so he has to say bye to yet another child. He had a gaping hole in his chest. 

When everyone comes back for Christmas that year it's a time for shock. Eddie’s two biggest shocks? The hole in his son's face and the ring on his daughter's finger. 

Ozzy looked different with his new piercing, a new punk grunge look that Eddie tried to support. He really did. But the piercing looked so infected and gross. 

“Did you do that in the bathroom with one of your moms earrings?” He teases, trying not to laugh straight in sons face. 

“Yes?” Ozzy answers which makes everyone laugh. 

“Next time just let me take you to get it pierced.”

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For the boys’ 16th birthday Eddie takes them to get a tattoo. They chose something silly, shocker. Eddie however added 5 bird silhouettes by his bats to symbolize the 5 most important people in his life. 

The day Vinny and Motley get married he walks her down the aisle, kissing her head once they reach the end and handing her off to Vinny. They get married with a red piece of yarn, just like you and Eddie had. 

They move into an apartment in Hawkins, and have a baby girl soon enough and Eddie is ecstatic to be a grandfather. He is at the hospital the day she is born, and once everyone is allowed into the room they rush to see the new baby while he rushes to see Motley. Kissing her head and wiping the hair out of her face as she cries happily. (I saw a tiktok where it said ‘everyone went to see my baby  and my dad immediately went to see his baby and immediately thought of Eddie)

He gets to hold the baby girl first, which makes Steve complain loudly but Vinny decided that Motley pushed her out so she got to decide who in the family held her first. 

For the boys’ highschool graduation Ziggy comes home and everyone takes a picture with them in their matching cap and gown. 

Ziggy in her fleetwood mac outfit, smiling from ear to ear as she hugs Halen close. Halen had decided on a buzz cut that suited him well, with one ear pierced. He smiled, arms linked with Ozzy who was a spitting image of Eddie. Motley hugged Ozzy tight, and the picture had caught the moment she realized her baby brother had a snake bite piercing, everyone laughing as she cursed out at him. 

Baby Stevie sat on Eddie's hip, smiling happily at her grandfather as he cooed at her. It had been a constant running joke on whether Stevie was named after Steve or if Motley had just been following the rock theme. 

We all know the answer. 

Ozzy went to New York after graduation while Halen ended up getting into a college in michigan. 

The very first you and Eddie have in your empty house is spent on the kitchen floor, eating macaroni and cheese straight from the pot as you both cry softly. 

It seemed like neither of you could decide whether you wanted to be upset or happy for your kids. 

It became a habit with you two, to sit on the floor to eat side by side just as you always used to. 

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Stevie’s first Munson dinner happened the weekend of her first birthday. 

Everyone had come home for it, including all her aunts and uncles, and had chosen to stay in the house just like old times. This time with the addition of Vinny, who seemed so excited to be there in general. 

“Alright, you know the rules.” Eddie smiles at everyone, knees pressed to your own and Motleys. “I want to hear everything.” 

Stevie giggles in the center of the circle, tearing apart the muffin she had been given before marching over to where her uncle Ozzy was sitting and plopping herself in his lap which makes everyone laugh. 

Ziggy tells them about her classes at the art school, and all the paintings she had been selling. She talks about a new girlfriend and jokes about the time she got trapped in her bathroom for an entire day until her girlfriend came home from work. She talks about struggling with being so far away from the family all the time.

Halen talks about his classes, complaining very loudly about his grades before moving on to complain about his dorm mate that never stopped jacking off which makes Eddie laugh. He talks about wanting to drop out, and what he would do after. Eddie is quick to let him know they had his back no matter what, even if he wanted to sell all his stuff and go traveling around the world. 

Ozzy goes on a rant about the girl that lives across the hall. He rants about how he hates her hair and her choice in music, and how his roommate is constantly checking her out. He says she is the most annoying person on the planet and Eddie risks a knowing look with you. Smiles on both your faces as he continues to rant. By the time he is done he looks around the group as everyone holds in their laughter. “What?”

“You’re just…. So oblivious.” Vinny mumbles which makes Ozzy flip him off. 

“Says you!” Ozzy snaps. “You chased after my sister for years you whiny little-”

“Cuss in front of my granddaughter and I will end your life.” Eddie mumbles quickly which makes Ozzy roll his eyes while smiling.

Motley just tells stories about things that have happened with Stevie, which everyone loves. 

Eddie catches them up on his therapy sessions, and you catch the kids up on your health. The family close together once more. 

Eddie Munson was home, and he would have it no other way.

-And with that we say goodbye to the Munson family. I do have more Eddie works coming out. Let me know if you would like to be tagged and I truly hope you all liked the story. -

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[thecraftymagician]

Hi there! Arcana brainrot has had me in a chokehold recently, so I wanted to ask: How do you think the m6 would react to the reader's family being racist and/or misogynistic? I've been getting into conflict with my parents on stuff like that a lot recently (especially the misogyny bc even tho I'm a guy, I'm trans, so comments like that are directed towards me a lot) and the idea of my blorbos putting them in their place makes me happy. I completely understand if your not comfortable with it tho

First off, I am so sorry you're going through this. The society we live in right now is utter insanity and it's extremely unfair especially when those who are meant to love and care for us most not only refuse but do the exact opposite. Sincerely, I just want to talk to them at a waffle house. I.. just wanna talk. I completely understand what you're going through and I am here for you, Anon!!! (This is one of those ones where there is bleed-through. All of the M6 have trouble understanding how your family can be so different from you and desperately want to take care of you. I just worded it a bit differently for each and may have left that out a bit for a few, but I assure you it is a given. Your comfort characters love you very much and want what's best for you!!)

Warnings & Clarifications: For everyone's safety, comfort, and wellbeing I will not be going into the specifics of the topics mentioned. At most there will be hints of what may have been said by Reader's family and/or friends. TW: Implied R*cism, Implied H*m*phobia, Implied M*sogyny, Implied B*gotry, Implied etc.

M6 w/ Apprentice's Hateful Family:

Asra 💜

(Directed at them by the family)

They freeze and there's a brief silence before their eyes narrow as they ask for clarification. Did they.. really just say that?

Depending on the response they may have the patience to attempt to put the family in their place with respect for you but they have no qualms about just grabbing your hand and walking away.

They're confused and hurt but know that it's not your fault in the slightest. They are their own people and adults at that who unfortunately made awful choices outside of having you as a child. Even so, how far the golden apple fell from such a rotten tree is astonishing in the best possible way and they are truly grateful.

They will try not to let it get to them but will still confide in you with reassurance that it's not your fault and they don't see you any differently.

(Directed at reader by the family)

Instantly their hand is holding yours firmly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

Through gritted teeth they let the family know that it is time they leave. Any protest from them is met with a glow of purple irises as Asra readies a spell, though they're not sure exactly what.

As soon as they're able, they get you as far away from your family as they can and somewhere comfortable. Immediately they check in on you and get anything you might need, even if it's just a big long hug.

They can't begin to imagine what it was like living in the household but they know it was difficult for you and they want to be there for you as much as possible.

Nadia 💖

(Directed at her by the family)

Her shock lasts milliseconds before morphing into her signature scowl. "I beg your pardon." It is not a question or a suggestion.

If they have the gaul to continue, she allows herself to interrupt and cut them off. In no uncertain terms she all but tells them to go to hell in a hand-basket in the most eloquent way that one may even look forward to the journey.

She will attempt to continue the meeting for your sake but if they refuse to play nice or have made you uncomfortable they are asked to take their leave, even if it's not at the palace. Surely the display in public would send them off, tails between their legs.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time she's dealt with something like this and she suspects it will be far from the last. It doesn't affect her as much as it used to, the worst of it being from your family and them embarrassing you in the process. She will also confide in you but make sure you do not worry about her as you are her main concern.

(Directed at reader by the family)

The air shifts instantly with palpable tension. For a brief moment, Nadia composes herself to address you directly, placing a tender kiss on your hand. "My dear, would you mind if I spoke to your.. family.. alone?"

Once she's certain you are safe and out of the room, the doors are shut. Her glare is enough to turn them to stone where they stand as she rips into them. Her words are far from pretty but she couldn't care less.

She makes it well known your place in her life and how she would spare nothing to keep you safe and happy.. even if that be exile, among other things.

After their departure, she finds you immediately and does whatever you require whether that's a hug, a good cry in her arms, talking, or ignoring the whole thing for now. She reassures you of your safety and makes sure you smile once more.

Julian 🖤

(Directed at him by the family)

It takes a moment for what they said to hit him. He blinks owlishly at them as he tries to wrap his mind around it and the complete contrast to you. He might ask for clarification out of.. respect.

When they continue his shock turns to a stern, calm anger. "..I see." He enlightens them with the fact that he owes them nothing nor anyone else for that matter, something you taught him. If they have a problem, that is awful for them plain and simple.

If they continue he will excuse you both curtly before escorting you away from them. He's still calm but silent. He's hurt because it's your family but what he said is true. What you and his own friends/family think of him matters more than anything else.

Even so he may need some reassurance. He might know all of that but he still struggles with his insecurities. He wants to make sure he did right by you in case you want your family in your life still.

(Directed at reader by the family)

His eyes narrow as he pulls you behind him, putting himself between you and your family. With his jaw clenched, his words flow with venom and purpose.

He's not above berating anyone no matter the time or place for hurting you but he'd rather not have a physical fight with them if he doesn't have to.

As soon as he's finished lashing out at them he turns on his heel and guides you away, holding you in his coat so they don't see you and vice versa.

As soon as you are somewhere safe, he frets over you and makes sure you are okay. He will try to distract you first to take your mind off it unless you want to talk immediately. If there is anything he can do for you, it will be done.

Muriel 💚

(Directed at him by the family)

While he's been used to harsh words, it is different for him coming from your family. He knows that you don't reflect their words and vice versa in the moment. Even so, he doesn't feel the need to respond with words.

Instead his initial shock melts into an intense glare, allowing the heavy silence.. and his intimidating presence.. to do the work for him. Needless to say, they do not continue.

In any case, they've said enough so he gently takes your hand and walks away from them. He will remain silent for a while before he feels comfortable saying anything.

It's weird that you could be so different from them but he's very glad of it. In another aspect, you make him feel safe, secure and loved. He couldn't be more grateful, even if he has trouble showing that sometimes.

(Directed at you by the family)

He has already taken a few steps forward into their space before they finish their sentence, eyes boring down into them. With all his rage, he can only think of one thing to say. "Leave."

They likely do as he says without a second thought. Scaring people off isn't something he's too keen on now but it needed to be done for your sake.

He'll collect himself as quickly as he can so he's able to tend to you, taking you elsewhere if needed.

It might be difficult for him to articulate the care he wants to convey to you, his bear hugs say plenty.

Portia 🧡

(Directed at her by the family)

She physically takes a step back at first before she squares her shoulders and looks them dead in the eye, letting them have it. Unfortunately, she knows a thing or two about belittling and bullying but lucky for her they aren't Nadia's guests. Even if they were she knows there's no way she'd get into any trouble for her actions.

She's not afraid to walk closer into their space and point/poke at them as she verbally lays into them. Her language is a bit less colorful than her brother's but she's not going to play nice unless she has to. They've certainly lost her respect currently and are undeserving of it.

If they try to continue she will talk over them, continuing to roast them until she's finished. She'll tell them off one last time with a huff before taking your hand in hers and leaving them.

She might vent about it more but she knows it's not your fault and makes sure you don't worry about it. They're their own people and they just so happen to suck but clearly, that has nothing on you.

(Directed at you by the family)

Before they can finish their sentence, she's cut them off, marching forward to get in their face. She readies a punch but stops herself short.

She's not afraid to throw one or hurt them but she is afraid of hurting you further. Even though their flinch was satisfying, she takes in a breath before taking a step back. "You're not even worth it."

Returning to you, she wraps an arm around your shoulder protectively before turning to them over her shoulder to tell them how awful they are in comparison to you. It's shameful of them.

She takes you to a safe space all the while asking if you're alright and if there's anything she can do right now to help. She feels guilty about being so intense but she just can't stand anyone speaking to or about you that way, especially those who should love you.

Lucio 💝

(Directed at him by the family)

His first instinct is to scoff at them. Clearly, they don't know him or anything about him to have that kind of blatant audacity.

He quickly lets them know as such, insulting them verbally each time they attempt to cut him off. All the while he takes slow deliberate steps toward them, putting himself between you.

The rant is ended with the fact that even if they had the decency to apologize he couldn't bring himself to accept it. They should, however, apologize to you because a slight on his honor is a slight on yours but he's sure they've already said enough.

He escorts you away, having said his peace, and takes you somewhere with a nicer atmosphere. Sure he is a bit hurt that your family could say such things but he himself knows a thing or two about rough families. He knows you don't think that way and that's all that really matters to him.

(Directed at you by the family)

"Excuse me?" before they can respond he has closed the difference between them, hand on the hilt of his sword.

When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper but judging by their faces.. it wasn't the most pleasant. They back away from each other and his eyes pierce through them as he grins.

When he makes his way back to you, his gaze softens as he guides you away to safety. He holds your hand, explaining later that he was fighting every urge to not turn back around and start a fight to defend you. But.. if you did want that later, he absolutely would.

As much as he's still livid, he's able to put it aside, for now, to take care of you. Anything you need, anything he can do for you; name it and it is yours.

[skz-streamer]

Delivery Service

Simptober Romance Tropes M-list

Pairing: Jisung (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: I REALLY LIKED WRITING THISSS I HAD ALOT OF FUNNN :)))) I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTTTTTT<3333

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately face claims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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As a part time job in college you worked as a delivery driver

nothing to fancy, just delivering boxes n stuff to houses, resturants

whoever needed a package delivered

it was a good way to make money

you were on your last delivery of the day, delivering a new fryer to a fried chicken place, fried chicken sounded really good rn

maybe you would get some after dropping the package off

you pulled into the back exit of the restaurant and took the box out of the truck

it was heavy omg

in some kind of pick up attempt you stumbled down the ramp of the truck leaving the package behind and you tumbling down

well at least the package was safe

you felt someones hand on your back "you okay?"

you looked up

"yeah im okay, thanks" you replied

it was a cute guy, you assumed he worked here by the looks of his apron

he asked if you wanted help with the box, you agreed

thankfully the two of you placed the box inside the place without anyone falling

you thanked him and asked for his name

"jisung! but you can just call me Han, it dosnt really really matter" he blushed a little and you noticed it

ahhh he really was cute

"hey! you wanna eat something?" he asked

you nodded happily, aksing if he wanted to join you

so the two of you sat down at a small table in the backlit was closing time anyways so no customers

the two of you just talked about random stuff, studies, relationships, family

You realized that Jisung was really sweet and caring

he was a great listener (and gossiper)

you swear half of time just went into both of you guys bursting out in laughter

it was around 10 and you knew you had to leave

you thanked him for the food (he treated obviii) and said that you would buy next time

He smiled a the mention that there would be a next time

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The next time you delivered was about a week later

You were happy to meet Jisung again but when you showed up you realized he wasn't there, gladly they didn't order anything heavy so you took it inside yourself

Maybe he didn't work today

you left the place sad, you were looking forward to meet him

you waited for the day that the resturaunt would place another order, but nothing came in

You decided you would just go there, whatever

you didn't need an excuse to see him

When you showed up you saw him at the cashier's desk

you ran up to him smiling"heyyy!!!!" you said

he looked up from the register and immediately smiled

"hi! I missed you, my breaks in about 10 we can talk then if you want"

"sure!!!" you happily said, gosh why were you so giddy around him

When his break came around the two of you need up going to the dessert store next door

he mentioned that the shop wasn't doing too good and that it might shut down

you comforted him and told him you can always hook him up with delivery if something goes wrong ;)

he laughed and thanked you

and just like that the two of you exchanged numbers and recently had get togethers and meeting from now to then

Both of you became inseparable, you would stay at eachotehrs houses and binge watch animes, play board games, anything really

you just felt free around him, free to be yourself, free from your worries. it was nice :)

one day you decided to surprise him at work and you showed up to the shop, but it was closed.

you remembered him talking about the shop closing but you didn't think it really would

You texted him asking if he was doing okay

He replied back asking if he could stay at your place a little, everything at his was a mess

Apparently the owners of the chicken shop also owned that apartment that Han lived in, so when the shop went down so did hans apartment

You told him that he was more then welcome to stay at your place

So at about 11 in the night Han pulled up to your apartment

gosh your here late you said

he grumbled about packing and stuff but you could tel that overall he was happy to stay with you

you asked if he knew how many days he would be staying to which he responded idk

you let him know that he could stay as long and he wanted to :)

naturally, over the next few days the two of you had a lot of fun together

you even got a noise complaint once

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It was late in the night, or rather early morning as the clock read 12:36am

the two of you were staying up binging new season of the show that you liked

he was sitting up while your head lay in his lap

him fiddling with your hair ever now and then and you drawing small shapes into his arm

That's when you knew, you caught feelings

you didn't want to make it awkward between the two of you but he was so perfect

you wished you could just stay like tis forever

you adjusted yourself and turned to the side

Han noticed this and grabbed the blanket from behind it, draping it over you

"thanks Hannie" you mumbled

Han blused at the nickname

you had never called him this, did it just slip out of your mouth?

You had already drifted into sleep and hadn't even noticed that you referred to him as 'Hannie'

Han placed his hand on your arm hugging you into him, admiring your soft breaths and smooth hair tickling his arm

That's when he knew

he was in love with you

but he didn't want to ruin your friendship

he too fell asleep with you in his arms

he would tell you soon, you would tell him soon

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[thevegandarkelf]

Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Eighteen

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We get a little sneaky peeky into Daryl’s feelings in this one and he’s such a sweetie pie it just makes me melt 🖤

Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

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This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie, and Jake (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, alcohol consumption, excessive drinking to the point of blacking out, a man being creepy, trying to get a drunk person alone, mention of vomiting and choking

Word count: 3.4k

People started arriving in droves shortly after, placing the food they had worked so hard on on the infirmary table and adults lining up for drinks. The sun was just starting to go down, and the sun was casting a beautiful glow across the whole community. Eric even helped Aaron get downstairs and onto their porch, and he looked so happy to be out of the house again. I immediately ran over when I saw him. Aaron was my first friend at Alexandria, and he held a special place in my heart. It made me happy to see him enjoying himself.

“Oh my God, you’re outside!” I yelled, throwing myself down onto the porch and hugging him, “how does it feel?” Eric sat down on the other side of Aaron, leaning against the pillar on the side of the steps.

“It feels great, I won’t lie,” he replied, “but how are you? You look amazing. By the way you owe me a—“ he paused and lowered his voice to a near whisper, “Daryl update. I wanna know how things are going.” I rolled my eyes and giggled a little. I had gone to see Aaron over the last few weeks, of course, but I was more conservative with the information I shared, keeping a lot of the details of the small, intimate moments we had to myself. However, I did promise him a more formal update eventually.

“Thank you. And you’ll get your update, I promise. But later. I’m getting drunk tonight,” I explained. 

“Good for you. You deserve a day to let loose a little.” I leaned forward and looked next door to my place, seeing Daryl stepping out and looking around, probably for me. His eyes wandered over to us, and I waved for him to come over.

“I’m gonna go with Rosita and get drinks. What do you two want? We’ll grab them for you,” I offered. They gave me their orders, and I got up to join Rosita, but not before stopping to talk to Daryl on the dirt path.

“Look who came outside,” I said, tilting my head to gesture to Aaron, “I’ll be right back with a whiskey for you.” I softly and flirtatiously touched his arm as I walked away. I knew Daryl wasn’t too keen on a lot of physical touch in public, so I always kept it very subtle and minimal, if any at all.

“So Vector, what are you starting with?” Rosita asked as we got in line.

“Something strong,” I said, laughing it off and pretending that it was a joke. It was far from a joke though. “Normally I only drink wine, but I can be a fruity cocktail girl if the time is right. I also have Aaron and Eric’s drinks of choice. And I’m gonna grab Daryl a whiskey. What about you?”

“I’ll join you in that fruity cocktail journey,” she said. We got to the table and poured our drinks, and I poured Eric and Aaron’s. I picked up mine and tossed it back in nearly one swig, slamming the plastic cup down on the table and pouring the same thing again. “Geez Vector, take it easy girly.”

“Told you,” I said, pouring a whiskey neat for Daryl, “trying to get very, very drunk.”

I have no memory of anything after that moment.

*Changing to third-person perspective for the rest of this because Vec is about to be plastered*

Vector grabbed her drink, along with Daryl’s and Aaron’s, and Rosita grabbed hers and Eric’s. They walked back to the men, giving each of them their beverages. 

“Thanks Vec,” Daryl said, taking the cup from her. She gave him a smile before tossing her second drink back.

“Anytime.” Aaron and Eric chuckled at her, but Daryl didn’t, unsure of why it was funny that she drank her drink so quickly. As far as he knew, it was her first, and would probably be one of her only.

“Hey, Maggie and Michonne are here,” Rosita said, jostling Vec by the shoulder. Vec turned and looked over her shoulder, seeing Rosita running over to their friends, the three of them looking excited to see each other.

“If you need me, you know where to find me,” Vec said before she turned and skipped over to join the other women. Aaron took a sip of his drink as he watched her for a moment before turning to Daryl. He had an idea.

“She looks really pretty,” Aaron said, giving Daryl a nudge with his elbow, “what do you think Daryl? You think she looks pretty?”

Daryl swirled his whiskey for a moment, watching Vec hug her friends and laugh about something one of them said, as he tried to find his words. “Yeah. Real pretty.”

She wasn't just pretty. She was empathetic, kind, caring, warm, compassionate. And beautiful. Stunning. Absolutely gorgeous.

She was an incredibly soft thing in an incredibly hard world. Not soft like she couldn't take care of herself, like she was spineless, like she couldn't fight. Soft like kind, caring, like the horrors of the world hadn't changed who she was at her core. Soft like still seeing the good in people and believing everyone deserved a chance. Soft like never judging a book by its cover and giving everyone the same compassion, respect, and empathy unless they proved they didn't deserve it.

She was the most beautiful thing in the apocalypse.

“You two spend a lot of time together.”

“Mhm.” Daryl wasn’t born yesterday, He knew what Aaron was doing. Yeah, he had talked about Vec and his feelings for her, but only to Carol, and he kept it short and simple and left out a lot of details. The details stayed safe in his mind under lock and key. Until he could garner up the courage to tell Vec.

“I can see why. She’s pretty cool,” Aaron said. He took a sip of his drink. “And having a name like Vector? Badass.”

“Yup.”

“Aaron! Long time no see man!” Glenn, Daryl’s saving grace, called out as he wandered over to them.

Daryl spent his time keeping an eye on Vec when he wasn’t talking with Glenn, Aaron, or Rick, who found his way over to the group as well. He liked watching her enjoy herself, surrounded by people she cared about, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

Vec spent her evening with Rosita, Maggie, and Michonne, the four of them drinking and goofing off like sisters. She kept drinking, not on an empty stomach, but a stomach with very little food in it for the amount she was drinking. She had more drinks than she could count, and no one was stopping her. She was dizzy, dozing off, slurring her words, and completely unaware of what was going on around her. But it was doing what she wanted—numbing the pain.

As the sun went down and it started to get dark, people took to sitting on porches and sprawling out on the grass, winding down from hours of excitement. Michonne left with Rick to go back to the kids, and the other three got up from their spots on the ground to give her hugs to send her off.

One of the guys from gate duty approached Vec, placing a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She turned around, and he held his hand out to her.

“You’re Vector, right?” he said, extending his hand out further when she didn’t return the handshake, “name’s Jake. You look very nice.” She didn’t shake his hand, just gave him a friendly nod.

“I know,” she slurred, swirling her drink in her hand. The look on Jake’s face indicated that those two little words had left a massive bruise on his ego.

“Listen Jake, I don’t think she’s interested,” Rosita said. He tried to hide the look on his face, to hide his bruised ego to no avail.

“She doesn’t even know me,” Jake replied. His voice was becoming increasingly agitated.

“Don’t need to know you to know she’s not interested,” Maggie snapped, “I’m two seconds away from throwing this drink in your face. Now leave.”

Jake reached out and grabbed onto Vec’s forearm. “Hey, let’s say you and I take a stroll. Get to know each other a bit.” She shook his arm off, and he grabbed on again, a little more forceful this time.

“Fuck off,” Vec said, trying to tug her arm away, “or you’re gonna find out.”

Even in her drunken state, Vec still didn’t take any shit from men.

Jake continued to try to coax Vec away from the group, talking about just wanting to talk to her and get to know her. And despite the protests of her and her friends, he wasn’t letting up. But his actions weren’t going unnoticed.

Daryl decided that was enough. He got up from the porch steps and snaked his way through the crowd of people, inserting himself between Jake and Vec, knocking Jake’s arm out of the way and bumping him slightly. Vec looked up at him and smiled when she felt his hand on her back.

“Hello you picturesque human being,” she said, leaning over and resting her head on him.

“Who comes up with picturesque when they’re drunk?” Maggie whispered Rosita, laughing a little. They watched Jake walk away, disgruntled and mumbling curses under his breath. Curses likely directed at Daryl for “cock-blocking” him.

“Hey sunshine, ya doin’ ok?” he asked. She nodded slightly and took another long sip of her drink.

“Mhm,” Vec hummed. A little bit of her drink spilled out onto her lips, and she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth to remove it. “I’m fffffucking fantastic.” She leaned into Daryl a little more and rocked her head back and forth on him. Maggie and Rosita were doing their best to conceal their pleased expressions. Neither of them could deny that Daryl and Vec looked super cute together. Her soft demeanor contrasting Daryl’s rugged personality—they complimented each other nicely.

“How much has she had?” Daryl asked. He was becoming a little concerned as he’d never heard Vec talk like this before. The only time he’d ever seen her drunk, she was still speaking clearly, just very dizzy. She’d never been so drunk that she was slurring her words. Maggie shrugged in response.

“A lot more than three glasses of wine, I can tell you that much,” Rosita explained, recalling the conversation her and Vec had before the dinner started, “she did tell me earlier that she was looking to get very drunk tonight.”

“And ya didn’t ask her why?” he snapped, “no one gets this drunk ‘less they tryna forget somethin’.”

“She’s a grown adult Daryl. She can get shitfaced if she wants,” Maggie said.

While he knew she was right, that Vec was her own person and could make decisions for herself, he just wanted her to be safe in the decisions she made. All he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. And ideally, with him by her side. He cared deeply about Vec, cared about her in a way he hadn’t cared about another person before. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms whenever he walked in the door after a long day, wanted to sit with her and comfort her when she cried, to cozy up to her at night and feel her soft body against his. He liked Vec. He liked her a lot.

Hell, sometimes, in the safety of the confines of his own mind, he even used the L word.

“I’m just a lil tipsy,” Vec chimed in, pulling Daryl from his thoughts. She swung her cup out in front of her to point at her friends, as if that would prove her point that she was “just a little tipsy.”

Daryl stepped in front of Vec and leaned over so that they were at eye-level. “Ya sure you’re ok?” She giggled a little and avoided eye contact with him as she slurred out her response.

“I just want the pain to stop.”

His heart was breaking for her. Whatever this thing was that disturbed her sleep every night, it was effecting her during the day to the point that she was looking to black out to numb the pain. Sweet little Vec, who was there for everyone, and had been there for him more times than he could count, was suffering in silence. Daryl felt awful for not inquiring more, for trying to help more, but he also knew that whatever this thing was was likely a very touchy subject, and bringing it up unprompted and trying to get her to talk about it could make her feel worse.

“‘right, you’re done,” Daryl said, “ain’t gonna let ya poison yourself.”

“I—“ a hiccup cut off her sentence, “I’m fine Daryl. I’m just a weeeee bit tipsy.”

“You’re way past that,” he insisted. He took her cup out of her hand and dumped the remaining drink into the grass, tossing the cup down with it.

“I—I’m too dizzy. Leave me here.” She tried to lower herself to the ground to sit, but he put an arm around her to try to keep her standing.

“Rosita, Maggie, help me get her inside,” he instructed. He reached one arm around her and the other under her legs, scooping her up bridal-style. She put both of her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and started humming, the tune Daryl recognized as the song Vec would often be singing in the shower.

Maggie ran ahead and opened their front door, stepping inside to hold it open for him. He scooted in sideways, careful not to let Vec’s legs smack the doorframe, and Rosita followed close behind. He held her up tightly, not daring to let her slip even an inch.

Daryl would’ve been lying to himself if he said he didn’t absolutely love holding Vec like this.

“Hey Daryl?” Vec said in a sing-song voice.

“Hmm?”

“You’re very handsome, you know that?” She had one arm still draped around his neck and was using her other hand to tap her index finger on his chest with each word she said. 

“She’s gonna kill me,” Rosita whispered, just loud enough for Maggie to hear. The two of them were softly chuckling as they followed Daryl up the stairs.

“You’re drunk, Vec,” he said.

“I meant what I said,” she retorted. Daryl kicked her bedroom door open with his foot and gently set her down on the bed.

Maggie and Rosita came in behind him. “We can help her get changed. She looks great, but I don’t think she’d be too comfortable sleeping in it,” Maggie said. Rosita was already digging around in one of her drawers for anything that resembled pajamas.

“The room is ssssssspinnig,” Vec said as she laid back on her bed, “so many pretty colors.” Daryl stepped out and closed the door behind him. He leaned against the wall outside the door, listening in case there was anything Maggie and Rosita needed.

Rosita pulled a pair of tiny shorts out of one her drawers, “alright, come here my dear. Do you want to get into some comfy clothes?”

“Yes,” Vec slurred, “fuck, I can’t wait to get this bra off.” Her friends were no longer holding back their laughter.

“We’re not gonna stick around for that,” Maggie said, “now c’mon.” Vec rolled across the bed until she reached the other side, and she lazily sat up, swaying slightly back and forth. Maggie bent down and helped Vec get her legs into her shorts, pulling them up to her knees. Vec reached and pulled her shorts up under her dress, successfully despite how out of it she was.

“Did you find a shirt?” Maggie asked as Rosita continued rifling through the drawers.

“No, nothing,” she explained, closing the last drawer she checked, “must’ve skipped laundry day.”

Daryl overheard and was already in his room, searching for a shirt of his for Vec to wear. He settled on a long-sleeved black flannel. It was nice and soft and something Vec would probably find comfortable. He knocked on the door, and Rosita poked her head out.

“Here,” he said, holding the shirt out to her, “she can wear one of mine.” Rosita took the shirt in her hands and smirked. She knew Vec would probably like waking up in one of Daryl’s shirts.

“Is it clean?” she teased.

“Ya really think I’d give ‘er a dirty one?” Rosita chuckled and closed the door again, turning to Maggie and lowering her voice in case Daryl could hear. "Her man came in clutch.”

The two of them helped Vec rise to her feet and get her dress over her head. Maggie tossed the dress into a laundry basket in the corner, and they coaxed Vec to hold her arms over her head and get them into the sleeves.

“This’s rrreal soft,” Vec said as the shirt was slid over her body, “it’s like a blanket.”

“I know she doesn’t like to be drunk, but she’s really funny,” Rosita commented, turning to Vec, “this is Daryl’s shirt.” Vec’s face contorted in worry.

“Am I gonna get in trouble?”

“Sweetie, he brought this in for you,” Maggie explained.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” she gushed, her face lighting up, “he’s so nice.” She let out another hiccup. “Guys, I think I—“

“I think you should be going to sleep,” Rosita cut her off. Vec fell backward onto the bed, her body bouncing off it once. She closed her eyes and went back to humming the same song as before, kicking her legs gently over the side of the bed. Her friends walked around her, avoiding her kicks, and stepped out into the hall to talk to Daryl.

“Do you want us to stay? Help make sure she’s alright?” Maggie asked. He shook his head.

“Nah, it’s ok. I got it,” he assured, “Imma keep an eye on her. Thanks for helpin’. She’s lucky to have friends like y’all.”

Rosita gave him a smile and a nod. “You go be with her. We’ll let ourselves out.” The two of them went downstairs, and Rosita flipped off the lights before they headed out the front door. Daryl gently knocked on the door before letting himself into Vec’s room.

“Alright sunshine, let’s get you to sleep.” He flipped off the light, and the light of the moon coming in through the window illuminated every surface. He walked around and reached out to help her up. Vec pulled herself to her feet and wrapped her arms around Daryl’s neck for a hug.

He loved seeing her in his shirt. It was baggy on her, the sleeves just a little bit too long, and it just covered her shorts. The way that it hugged her curves, knowing that it would have her scent on it when she took it off…he was obsessed.

“I don’t wanna,” she groaned into his neck, followed by another hiccup.

“You’ll feel better in the mornin’,” he insisted. He held onto her until she was sat down, and he knelt down and grabbed her by the ankles, gently lifting her legs up and into bed. She moved up to rest her head on her pillow and rolled onto her side, facing the door. Daryl took her favorite blanket, which ended up balled up at the foot of the bed, and draped it over her, making sure it covered her bare legs to keep her warm.

“Hey Daryl?”

“Yeah Vec?”

“Can—“ she yawned, still slurring her words as she continued, “can you help me stay awake? I don’t…I don’t wanna have another nightmare.”

“I’ll wake ya if ya start stirrin’,” he reassured. She closed her eyes and yawned again before going back to humming the same song she was before. Daryl slid down the wall by the door, resting up against it and stretching his legs out in front of him. He was going to stay there all night to make sure she wouldn’t choke on her vomit if she threw up, wake her when her nightmares started, and be there to reassure her that everything was ok, as she’d likely be freaked out about not being able to remember most of the events of the night prior.

As he sat there, watching her roll around and hum her little tune, drunk out of her mind to where she certainly wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, he asked himself the same question over and over again.

What the hell are you running from, Vec?

Taglist: @raddydaddydude

Divider found on Google via searching for stock images

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can you make a trans man/trans masc civilian who got hate for being trans coming home to their partner, a protective villain, who tries to comfort and reassure him in his identity?

Sorry if this is a no go for the topic, I just think it might be comforting

The door slammed into its frame, making the house seemingly shake and thunder. Immediately, the villain was fully aware that something was wrong. They got up from the couch and set the cup of tea down, lurking around the corner.

“You good, babe?” they asked, studying their lover.

Their boyfriend looked up, eyes red.

“Sure,” he answered. The villain already considered the possibility of gruesome murder. Whoever had done this, they’d pay for it. They couldn’t stand it when he was upset.

He was much too pretty for that, much too sweet to be anything less than happy.

The civilian opened the fridge and rummaged for something edible. Although the villain hadn’t touched the leftovers of his favourite food, he didn’t seem much interested. Slowly he got frustrated, couldn’t concentrate and closed the door again.

Instead he filled a cup of water and downed it, panting heavily as he put it back in the sink.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring into the ground, close to crying.

“You wanna tell me about your day?” The villain took a step forward, reaching for his hand but he only pulled back.

“Not really.”

“Alright,” the villain said. This was bad. And the villain was getting pissed. Not at the civilian — they could never be angry at him — but at that certain someone who had ruined his day. “I’m in the living room if you need me. I love you.”

They didn’t add that they would try everything to develop a whole war plan to get to the bottom of this.

“My uncle misgendered me again,” he said quietly. He avoided the villain’s gaze. “Years on T, surgeries all done and he misgenders me.”

“Oh, baby…” The villain took a step forward and hugged him tightly. Even though they knew they had to be gentle and loving, their brain gathered information on that uncle, filtering work, domicile, hobbies, personal connections…the patterns in their brain couldn’t help but design a character sheet of him, listing all his weaknesses and options to make him disappear.

Of course, their boyfriend would never agree. But the villain was very bad at killing old habits. They couldn’t help themselves.

“It’s just…fuck, I thought I was done with this. I thought I could leave this behind.”

“I know, baby.” The villain looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his nose. “You know he does this on purpose, right? He tries to get under your skin because he’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, but…” The civilian took in a deep breath. To keep the tears at bay, the villain realised.

“Babes. You’re a guy. You’ve always been a guy. You always will be a guy,” the villain said. They were getting really upset. He had been alright these past few months, he had been doing so well and one family reunion made him insecure again.

What the villain would’ve given to pay that uncle a visit.

“He told me I’ll always be a biological girl.”

“He doesn’t know how biology works,” the villain said. “He doesn’t know how gender works. It is much too complex for his tiny brain to grasp. Some people don’t have the mental capacity nor the empathy for that.”

The villain gave him another kiss and then, let go of him.

“He’s jealous of you. I mean, look at you. Handsome boy. Don’t let him get to you.” He couldn’t help but blush a little.

“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s just annoying I guess.”

“Some people will never understand. Ask him about his failing marriage the next time you see him. That should be enough to shut him up. Messing up hard enough for your wife to sleep with your best friend? Ouch.”

The civilian grinned, studying his partner.

“I’ve never told you about that.”

Oops.

[reorientation]

I'm that one Anon who is ace FtM and wanted to know about other "FtM"s experiences with risky sex and getting knocked up, and I am Living for all of these people coming forward to either reveal their accidental pregnancy, or confessing how badly they want to be bred!

It reminds me of a fantasy of mine that I recently had that I wanted to share: across the street from my house is a big parking lot and series of stores, so we get a lot of homeless people and panhandlers and the like. And I imagined one day, after work, approaching one of the homeless men and making an offer.

"so I don't carry any cash on me and don't have my wallet, but if you want, we can find somewhere and I can give you a handjob?" and he'd be skeptical at first but eventually shrug and agree. We go to the nearby park (it's late at night so it's empty save for some other sleeping or zoned out homeless people) and I start to jack him off, slowly but surely. I'm a virgin and it shows, and he mocks me for it, and before too long I'm squirming on the bench and soaking wet bc I HAVE to fuck him.

I immediately offer him my dripping wet pussy and he's surprised for a moment bc he couldn't tell if I was a boy or a girl, but that settles it, and he agrees enthusiastically. I love the idea of being fucked in a public bathroom by a stranger, so we pick a place and start to walk over. During the walk I tell him all of my conditions for fucking me: "don't lick me or kiss me. You can give me hickies but only if there somewhere I can hide them, like my shoulders or my chest. Don't fondle my chest, I don't have much feeling there and no breasts anyways. Don't touch my asshole. That's pretty much it"

"there's a convenience store nearby, you got condoms?" He asks gruffly. I blink wide eyes at him as we get to the McDonald's we plan on fucking in the restrooms of. "Oh, I was planning on letting you cum inside of my bare cunt" now he looks surprised by clearly turned on

"shit. You on any--"

"birth control? Nah. But the risk is more than half the fun for me. That's why I don't wanna know your name, and why I'm not taking off my hat or pulling down my mask. If I get knocked up, it's going to be by a total stranger" he doesn't waste any time corralling me into the bathroom. There's a private family room with a door that locks, and no one is paying attention, so we go in there and I quickly pull my pants down to my knees and lean against the wall

"hurry up and fuck me" I pant, and he doesn't even pull his pants down further than bellow mid thigh before he's thrusting his hard cock into me and I'm hiding my moans. He gets closer and I start to whisper "yes yes yes, inside me, cum inside me, knock me up, wanna have a stranger's baby!" and he cums so hard inside of me that we both see white.

I do my best to keep his cum in me, and I thank him. He thanks me as well and then offers to let the other homeless people around here know about me being a bareback cum dump. I get him to ensure they're all clean and agree to come back over the next few weeks, taking dozens of raw loads from strangers inside my unprotected pussy.

In an ideal situation, I would get knocked up, carry to term, deliver my baby, and then wait at least 4 weeks before going out to get pregnant again. But ofc this is a fantasy, and even if I did let a bunch of men raw my pussy, I would likely not get pregnant :(

Thought you and some of your followers would like to hear my thoughts tho ❤️

This particular scenario isn't quite my thing, but posting it for others' enjoyment!

And yes, being the recipient of all those life stories - fertile little "boys" learning that they're going to be mommies, or giving in to their pussies and knowing what the result will be, or just turning from self-respecting "trans men" into frantic bitches in heat - is maybe my favorite part of running this blog.

[phxntomsdusk]

Eye on the ball - part 3 - masterlist

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summary: after being a bit too harsh, she finally realizes her mistake

warnings: swearing, wilma is mean again, comfort at the end

tags: @lillylvjy , @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 1.4k

“Mom, it’s too cold out. Do we really have to go?” You shivered under the blanket you wore, staring out the car window with a frown on your face. “Trust me, everyone will be fine. All the girls will be running around and getting warmed up, you should join them!”

The fall temperature was only dropping more and more, and yet the girls had a game today. You begged your mom to just cancel it because of the cold, but she refused.

Your thoughts were quickly disrupted at the sight of Wilma’s truck, a scowl taking over your features as your mom pulled in and told you to grab everything from the trunk.

You sighed and did as you were told, your blanket still wrapped around your body in an attempt to not freeze to death. As you went to pick up one of the bags, the breeze blew your blanket clean off your shoulders. “Jesus Christ.” You let out a frustrated groan, turning to retreat it.. only to see Wilma jogging over with it in her arms.

She stopped in front of you, handing it to you with a blank expression. You could only stand there confused, why was she being nice? Well, that was until she spoke.

“Are you gonna take it or stand there looking stupid?” Her harsh tone threw you off, but you quickly took it from her and wrapped it around yourself. “Thanks.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, going to grab the bag again, only for her to do it. “I’m not getting your blanket again, I’ll grab all of this.” She sounded annoyed, throwing the bag over her shoulder before making her way to the dugout.

You stared at her in confusion, one second she was nice, the next she was a total dickhead. “Hey, quit staring. Take my purse to the dugout.” Your mom patted your back to get your attention, dropping her bag strap around your neck.

Today was gonna be a long day.

The girls were throwing the ball back and forth for practice, while Wilma was pitching to your mom. You say on the dugout bench, your blanket wrapped around yourself, trying to warm yourself up.

You could hear other people complaining about the cold, many family members who came to watch were either sporting winter clothes or blankets just like you.

You pulled your phone from your moms purse to check some messages from friends, who were extremely disappointed you couldn’t hang out because of the game.

It was a little upsetting to say the least. You couldn’t really have a life outside a sport that you didn’t play, during the spring and fall seasons. All because your mom was a coach. You tried to explain it to friends, but they didn’t wanna hear it.

You set your phone down out of annoyance, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the brick walls of the dugout. You heard everyone instruct the girls to get back inside them, which disrupted your peace as many girls started filing into the small space with you.

You waited for your mom, immediately standing up when you saw her, looking like a lost toddler as you approached.

“Mom, it’s way too cold out here. Can’t I just sit in the car? Or even better, my friends can pick me up and take me to their house?” You put on a wide smile at your own words, watching her roll her eyes and shake her head. You sighed as she walked away, completely brushing you aside to explain the batting line up.

You went back to your spot, only to see Wilma now sitting there. You gave her an annoyed look, getting closer and spoke quietly so nobody would hear. “That’s my spot. Move.” You sounded harsher than you hoped you would, to which she only laughed and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees.

“Right, right. Because I should listen to the coach’s precious kid?” Her tone was so annoying. You wanted to hit her or shove her to the ground, but you knew you couldn’t. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” You raised a brow at her, tucking your tongue behind your lip.

She stood up and chuckled to herself, her hand brushing against your waist as she leant down and whispered to you. “You love it, I see how often you stare at me.” She walked past you and went to grab her helmet, bat, and batting gloves. Leaving you completely stunned.

First she’s a bitch, then she’s getting flirty? What was wrong with her?!

The start of the first inning was slow, the other team hadn’t done that great of a job to get any of your team out. Two of your girls already ran through home, and the pitcher kept throwing balls.

When Wilma was up to bat it was amusing to see how frustrated she got from the bad pitcher, it was even funnier when she got hit in the leg by a fastball. But when you laughed, you earned a smack on the back of your head from your mom.

You were watching as Wilma ran through the bases whenever she could, but something about the way she kept glancing at you made you feel weird. Anytime she made it or slid across the dirt, she sent you a smile. It wasn’t a normal smile though, it was the type of awkward smile you’d give a cute guy if he looked at you.

Either she was messing with you, or.. she was just messing with you. There couldn’t be another option.

You watched as she slid through home plate, your team cheering for her, praising her, giving her high fives. This was exactly what she wanted.

You didn’t know it but she was over the moon about today. Your attitude from the cold weather made everyone’s attention fall onto her. She was receiving praise, the looks, the smiles. It was all about her.

Her jealousy basically melted away, and she was determined to keep it that way. She kept getting on your nerves because of this, making sure your mom wouldn't spare you a passing glance, and just focus on her.

The rest of the game was like this. It got to the point your mom started asking you to get the bats from the girls, pick up spare balls, etc.

You were annoyed of course, anytime you tried to ask for something she simply ignored you. If you tried to bring up a good point about the game, she brushed it off like it meant nothing.

It was starting to get to you, and the second the game was over, you rushed out of the dugout and desperately tried not to cry. You were so overwhelmed from being ignored, it was all piling up and it just.. hurt.

As you put away your things in your moms car, you heard footsteps approaching you. You quickly wiped your wet face and looked up to see Wilma.

“What do you want?” Your tone was as harsh as your expression was, shutting the car trunk and leaning your arms against it. “I just.. you were crying when you left. Are you okay?”

It threw you off. Her tone and expression were softer, acting as if she genuinely cared. Why did she keep doing this?

“I’m fine. Just go away.” You sighed and stood up straight, rubbing your arms with your hands to warm your body up. “You’re not. Listen, if it was because of me then..” She took a second to take a deep breath, stepping closer to you. “I’m sorry.”

Her words shocked you. She was apologizing?

You didn’t have time to respond before she cut you off. “Don’t say anything. I know you probably won’t forgive me, because I’ve been a bitch since day one. I didn’t mean to make you cry though. So, I’m sorry.” With that she walked away, leaving you speechless in the parking lot. You didn’t even fully process anything, just slowly got into the backseat of your moms car and let your emotions take over again.

You were so confused, leaving you to cry and try to figure things out. First she was so mean, to the point you were crying. And now she’s apologizing? Was she going to change? Was she going to be nicer?

What the hell was going on?

[spiderking-of-queens]

Chapter Twenty-Six: Leather and Lace

Summary: After showing up on his doorstep, Eddie invites you into his trailer so the two of you can talk things out and kiss a lil. (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 6k words)

Warnings: Language, inexperienced!reader, conversations about physical and emotional abuse and death, lil bit of making out, absolutely shameless tooth-rotting fluff (Eddie Munson is my manic pixie dream girl and I’m not sorry 😭)

Tags: @blackbirddaredevil23 @princesseddie @dessxoxsworld​

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October 5th, 1985

You and Eddie stood on his doorstep embracing for what simultaneously felt like an eternity and not nearly long enough. Then he pulled away and looked down at you, cupping your jaw and swiping at your cheek lovingly with his thumb.

“Do you wanna come in so we can talk?” He asked, nodding towards the door behind him.

You swallowed nervously. You had promised him that you would explain yourself if that’s what he wanted, and you at least owed him that. That didn’t make the idea of having to give him half-truths any easier, though, even with Max’s blessing. But you nodded anyways and he stood aside, his back holding open the screen door with his arm outstretched into his entryway. You grinned at him and walked in. 

“Probably not what you’re used to,” He said as he closed the door behind the two of you. You could tell by his tone that it was an actual source of discomfort for him, and you immediately wanted to squelch it. 

“You’re right,” You shrugged, “Because it feels like… an actual home. It’s really nice.” It was true. It felt warm compared to your cold, overly tidy parents’ house. It felt like people actually lived there. Like it belonged to an actual family. You glanced at Eddie over your shoulder and he nodded kindly, seeming to understand what you meant by the sentiment. Then you turned back around and scanned the room, letting out a little laugh from what you were seeing. 

“Very impressive hat collection. Who does that belong to?”

“Those are my uncle’s. Not exactly my style.”

“Ah. Right. And the mugs?”

“That’s a… joint effort, I guess.”

“Very nice.”

You walked back over to a shelf near the front door and tapped a fingernail against one of the mugs. 

“This one is my favorite, I think,” You giggled. It was shaped like Garfield the cat. Eddie grinned at you sheepishly. 

“Already claiming your stake, huh? Okay. That one can be yours whenever you come over.”

You couldn’t help blushing at the idea of making yourself at home there from then on out. It was exciting. 

“Thanks,” You said shyly, then looked over his shoulder to peer down the hallway. “Is that your room down there?”

“Oh. Uh…yeah. Hold on a sec.”

He held up a finger before jogging down the hall and disappearing into his room. He left a few seconds later carrying some bits of trash into the bathroom. 

“Everything okay?” You asked with a giggle. “We can stay out here if you want.”

“No, no. It’s fine!” He called before rushing back in to continue his half-assed cleaning. Then he reappeared in the doorway, slightly out of breath, and gestured for you to come in with a little bow. As soon as you walked through, you couldn’t help grinning. 

You glanced around at the remaining clutter: clothes strewn around the room, his unmade bed, books and magazines on the floor, a billow of smoke still remaining from a freshly snuffed out cigarette in his nightstand ash tray. 

You turned back around to see him leaning against his doorframe with his arms crossed.

“What?” He asked quizzically, studying the amused look on your face.

“You’re such a… boy,” You giggled.

“Yes,” He snorted. “I am. Is that news to you?”

“No. It’s just so… you in here.”

“Is that… a good thing?”

You looked around again. You couldn’t believe you were actually standing in his bedroom, finally part of his world. 

“Yeah,” You nodded. “It is. A very good thing.”

He lowered his eyes and scratched the back of his neck shyly, then cleared his throat and rushed forward to his ashtray to make sure the cigarette was fully out before going to open his window. 

“Sorry about the smell. I know you don’t approve of my smoking habits.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” You said with a shrug. 

You really didn’t. It just smelled like him.

You turned your head to look at the posters on his walls as he stood by his window and watched you. There was a large Corroded Coffin banner next to him, the same jagged font he had scribbled into his notebook that day in class when you couldn’t resist watching him. The first time he spoke to you and you were too nervous to say anything back. The memory made you smile. You’d come such a long way since then. 

You stepped away from Eddie towards his dresser that was littered in all kinds of knick knacks. You picked up a red yo-yo that was sitting on one of his amps and heard him take a step towards you from behind your back.

“So, are you gonna tell me what you’ve been hiding from me, or are you just gonna keep snooping around?” He teased. 

“I’m not snooping,” You scoffed indignantly, then spun around to look up at him innocently. You were momentarily taken aback by how close he actually was to you. “I’m… observing. You can tell a lot about someone by what they have in their room.”

“Uh huh,” He muttered, taking another step forward so that his face was hovering just above yours and the toes of his sneakers bumped up against your shoes. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

He lifted up the hand you were holding his yo-yo with and took it from your grip, then held your arm as he reached around you to put it back down on his dresser. When he straightened up in front of you again, you smirked up at him. 

“What, are you scared I’m gonna figure you out before you can figure me out?” You taunted him.

He snorted but didn’t justify this with a response. He just leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, then sat down on his bed and patted the spot beside him before reaching up for your hand. You sighed and let him hold it as you reluctantly sat next to him. 

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He asked gently, smoothing his thumb over the top of your hand comfortingly. 

“You’re… gonna have to be more specific.”

“Okay. Who keeps hurting you? Let’s start there.”

You tried to push away the waves of guilt that were threatening to wash over you as he peered into your eyes with worry. You went over the conversation you had with Max in your car to try to convince yourself that you were about to do the right thing, and heard her voice clear as day in your head telling you which stories to share with him. You took a deep breath and hoped to god that your practice with hiding things would pay off with Eddie, despite the fact that he was very good at getting you to open up.

“You remember Billy Hargrove, right? Max’s stepbrother?”

He nodded. 

“It was him. He was the one who… hit me last year. He was hurting Steve, he practically almost killed him, and I tried to intervene and got caught in the crossfire. He knocked me out cold without even really trying. I hit my head on a table and got a concussion.”

“Jesus Christ,” He winced, shifting uncomfortably at the image. “That motherfucker. Why would… why was he laying into Steve like that? Were you and Billy… were you guys together at one point or something? Was he jealous?”

You couldn’t help laughing aloud at the idea of that. 

“No, no! Absolutely not. He just… he really liked to torture Max. To control her. And Steve and I were just trying to look out for her. To keep him away from her and Lucas. But he didn’t like that, clearly… He was kind of a… terrible person.”

Eddie lowered his eyes, trying to make sense of this answer, then shook his head. 

“Sounds familiar,” He mumbled, then took a deep breath and asked, “So… you and Harrington were just looking out for Max and Lucas that night?”

You couldn’t help briefly averting your eyes from him before you lied and answered, “Yes.”

It was technically the truth… just not the complete truth. 

“You’re telling me that Steve Harrington got his ass kicked for a couple of kids?”

“…Yes.”

“Steve?” He repeated, his eyebrows raised in shock. It was ironic that the one thing that was fully true was the part he refused to believe. 

“He can be… a very surprising person. I tried to tell you. He has his moments.”

“And you got hurt because you threw yourself in the middle of their fight to try to protect him?”

You nodded. 

“Now, that part doesn’t surprise me. Not one bit.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Remind me, which one of us likes to rescue people again?” He teased, referencing the last conversation the two of you had in his van. You smiled shyly at him and shrugged, and he gave your hand a little squeeze. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me all of that from the start, Y/N?”

“I don’t know. I just… couldn’t.” You hesitated, your breath catching, then decided to continue speaking. “There’s… something else I want to tell you, too, but I don’t really know how to say it.”

He pursed his lips, then nodded in understanding.

“Is it about… what happened at the mall?”

You nodded back, staring down at your hands, and Eddie brought one of them to his lips to try to refocus your attention. 

“Take your time,” He murmured against your fist. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You steeled yourself, preparing your half-truths, then took a deep breath. 

“Billy, he… attacked me again that night. For the same reason. I was trying to protect… Max. And we… I … saw him die afterwards. In the… fire. I watched it happen.”

His eyes widened in horror, and he blinked a few times as he tried to register this new information and formulate what to say. 

“Holy… shit,” He stammered nervously. “That’s… fucking terrible. I’m really sorry you had to see that.”

You lowered your eyes, your forehead scrunching up with guilt and pain over this revelation being shrouded in such a big lie. Perpetuating that stupid mall fire cover-up story made you want to scream, but you didn’t feel like you had any other choice. Eddie reached to smooth out the wrinkle between your brows and put a finger under your chin to lift your head up so he could study your face. You couldn’t look him in the eye. 

“Hey,” He said gently, leaning a little closer to you. “What are you thinking? Talk to me.”

You made the mistake of finally looking into his eyes as he scrutinized you, and once again found yourself trapped in them. There was something in them that made you want to give yourself up to him completely. Some kind of curse. It felt like your brain was short-circuiting. 

Before you could vomit up every last detail of your absolutely insane year, you closed your eyes and forced yourself to think about Billy again instead, and to think about how you felt talking to Max about him in your car. This mixed with the frustration of not being able to be fully honest with Eddie filled you with a sudden feeling of rage. You sucked in air through your nose and opened your eyes again.

“I really hate him,” You admitted through gritted teeth, then paused to release your breath. “I still hate him, even though he died the way he did. I actually think I hate him more for it. I hate what it did to Max, and I hate that I see his lifeless face at night when I close my eyes. I hate that because of him, I’m scared all the time. And I always feel so fucking ashamed because of it. Not because I didn’t save him, because I don’t think I could have if I had even tried. But about how I’ve handled it with my friends and with you. About how I can’t stop… thinking about it. It’s consuming me. Seeing that happen to someone… seeing someone take their last breath like that… I’m never going to be able to forget or forgive him. And I hate that most of all. Because I want to. I want it to be like he was never here, or to at least be able to forget that I got my face bashed in by him twice. But instead, he had to go out in a way that was just as brutal and unforgettable as how he lived. He had to leave one last scar. One fucking doozy of a scar. That fucking piece of shit…”

Eddie stared at you in shock. You hadn’t meant to say all of that. You didn’t even really know it was how you felt. But Eddie had coaxed it out of you with one gentle look and a simple question, the way he always did.

The conversation suddenly didn’t feel like a ruse anymore. Now it felt like you had revealed too much.

“I’m so sorry. That was really selfish and fucked up of me to say…” You attempted to backtrack, tensing up and backing away from him.

“No. Hey, you can tell me anything, okay?” He reassured you, gripping your arm gently. “I would never judge you. I can’t even imagine how scary that must have been to see someone die like that, let alone somebody you weren’t… very fond of. It must feel really confusing. But… look, I do know what it’s like to hate somebody for hurting you and people you love. And if that person I’m thinking of dropped dead in front of me today, I think I would feel the exact same way you do. Some people just can’t be fully redeemed, no matter what they do or how…how they die. And just because he died, that doesn’t mean you have to forgive him. Okay? It’s okay. That’s nothing to be ashamed about. That shit, that anger… it lingers. And it’s not your fault.”

You relaxed and let out a shaky breath as he rubbed your arm with his thumb. You didn’t know what to say other than, “Thank you.” Once again, he knew just what to say to ease your mind. He dropped his hand to your thigh, resting it there casually like it didn’t make your skin prickle with electricity. You sucked in a breath again.

“For what it’s worth, I hate him, too,” He mumbled, snapping you out of your reverie. “If he were still alive, I’d find him right now and kill him myself for putting his hands on you and those kids.”

“Eddie…”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do,” You said, putting your hand on top of his. 

“It makes my skin crawl, thinking about it.”

“Don’t think about it. He’s gone. It doesn’t matter anymore, okay?”

He nodded, but lowered his eyes and clenched his jaw, not entirely willing to let go of it just yet. You couldn’t resist distracting him by asking one of the questions you had been biting back ever since you’d known him. Something you had suspected since the moment he discovered your bruises and made it clear that he knew from experience that a fist had caused them, but you were too afraid to find out the truth until now. 

“Did your dad hurt you, Eddie? Is that who you were talking about?”

He looked up at you, slightly surprised, then nodded slowly.

“Me and my mom. Yeah.”

You winced involuntarily and squeezed his hand tighter. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right. He’s gone. Could be dead, too, for all I know. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. That’s completely different.”

“He can’t hurt me anymore,” He shrugged.

“Yeah. But he did. And that shit lingers,” You quoted him. He smiled sadly at you and interlocked his fingers with yours. 

“Quoting me to me, huh?”

“You can be pretty wise when you want to be.” 

He snorted at you and you reached out to brush his hair out of his face, then scooted closer to him. 

“I would kill your dad, too, you know. If he showed up here right now, there would be no stopping me.”

“Yeah?” He said, his lips turned up in a half-smile as he looked you up and down. 

You traced a finger over his bottom lip and he visibly melted at your touch, his playful demeanor quickly morphing into longing. 

“Yeah. Anybody that could truly know you and not treat you the way you deserve - that could hurt you like that - shouldn’t be allowed to walk the earth.”

“And how exactly do I deserve to be treated?” He asked you, trying his best to keep up his typical lighthearted teasing, but the look on his face and the softness in his voice gave him away.  

You thought about telling him before you decided to show him instead. You wedged yourself into his lap, closing any gap between the two of you, and kissed him softly on his forehead. “Like this,” You whispered. Then you kissed his nose, and his temple, and his cheek, and along his jaw.

You pulled away to look at him and his eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly in contentment. You smiled and leaned in again to kiss both of his eyelids. 

That was what he deserved. Tenderness.

He opened his eyes to look into yours when you brushed your fingertips against his cheek.

“You’re so pretty,” You whispered before you could stop yourself, ruining the moment. He grinned at you and put his hand on the back of your head to pull you into a kiss, then you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a loud sigh. He held you around your waist and gave you another kiss on your temple. “And you smell so good. Why do you smell so good?” You groaned in mock frustration, your voice muffled by his mop of hair. You were pressed so tightly to him that you felt his chest heave with laughter. 

“It’s called soap,” He joked. You peeled yourself away from him and cocked your head at him. 

“Don’t tell me,” You said, holding up a finger. “Violet? It’s violet scented soap, isn’t it?”

“I… don’t know. Maybe? I just use whatever cheap shit Wayne buys. Why?” He paused to raise an eyebrow at you suspiciously. “Have you put a lot of thought into this?”

You diverted your attention to the chain around his neck and rolled it between your fingers in an attempt to appear nonchalant.  

“Maybe…” You admitted so quietly that you hoped he wouldn’t hear. But when he tittered at you, you knew he had.  

“Wow, you have a giant crush on me. That’s so embarrassing.”

Your mouth fell open and you scoffed derisively, then pushed him firmly by the shoulder.   

“Hey! Wait a second… who was the one that admitted to having a crush on me since middle school?”

“Was that me? I don’t recall.”

“I’m pretty sure the word you used to describe me was… magic? Is that ringing any bells?”

He squinted as he pretended to try to recall the conversation, then shook his head.

“Nope. Sorry. Wasn’t me.”

“Okay. Fine. My mistake. I’ll just get out of your hair, then…” 

You started to stand up with a barely concealed smirk, and he frantically pulled you back down into his lap by your hips. 

“No, no, wait! I remember now. That was me. Sorry, I thought you were somebody else for a second.”

You chortled, raising your eyebrows at him. 

“Oh, really? Who? One of your other casual relationships?”

He let out a loud laugh and buried his face in your shoulder in shame. 

“Walked right into that one, didn’t I?” He muttered. 

You laughed with him and wiggled your shoulder so that he would sit up straight again.

“You’re kind of an asshole, aren’t you?” You teased.

“…Yes,” He shrugged, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I assumed you already knew that about me.”

You draped your arms around his shoulders and crossed them behind his neck, shaking your head. 

“Nope. Here I was thinking you were some sweet, sensitive guy.”

“Me?” He snorted. “No. Well… maybe just for you.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup.”

“And why is that?”

He didn’t respond with words. He just grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

He adored you. That was why. But even though you were in his room, on his bed, in his arms, kissing him…you couldn’t actually let yourself believe it. You smirked at him and shook your head, then pecked him a couple more times on his lips for good measure.

“Admit that you also have a giant, embarrassing crush on me and I will forgive you.”

“Alright, fine,” He groaned. “I have a massive, disgusting crush on you. And you are magic. I stand by it. I don’t care if it’s corny. It’s true. Happy now?”

“Extremely,” You nodded.

“Good."

You beamed at him and hugged him tightly to you again, pressing your cheek up against the side of his head. You took a deep breath to relax into him, and inhaled his scent again. An involuntary moan of satisfaction escaped your mouth. 

“Will you please remind me to write a thank you note to Wayne sometime for the soap?” You mumbled into his hair. 

“Will do,” He said with a laugh, then after a few moments he sighed and whispered, “Thank you for explaining everything to me, Y/N. It means a lot to me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to fight back the guilt again.

“Thank you for wanting to know. For wanting to be in my life. For letting me into yours.”

He turned his head towards you, his nose brushing your ear, and you could feel his lips turned up in an appreciative smile against your cheek. 

“I’m really happy you’re here,” He whispered, his breath against your skin making you shiver. “Which reminds me…”

He gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, then put his hands on your hips again and shifted you off of him so he could stand up. The sudden separation confused (and pained) you.

“Where are you going?” You whined. 

“I believe I promised you I’d lend some tapes,” He mumbled as he went to the corner of his room to rummage through a cabinet overflowing with records and cassettes. 

“Right now?”

“Yeah. It’s getting dark, and I wanna get as much in as I can while I still have you here.”

He walked back over and threw himself back down roughly beside you, shoving a few cassettes into your hands. “Only the best for you. Guard them with your life.”

“But I don’t have anything for you. I just gave away the only tape I had on me.”

“Well, next time, then. If there’s gonna be a next time.”

He was as afraid as you were that this was just a fluke, but he had more reason than you to be worried. You were the one who wavered so many times. He was probably terrified that you would wake up tomorrow and change your mind again. It made your heart ache. 

You put on a smile and answered this non-question by leaning forward to kiss him. He rested his hands on your thighs with a sigh of relief and you set the cassettes aside so you could give his shoulders a little shake. 

“There will be a next time. I promise,” You reassured him, looking him directly in the eyes so he would know you meant it. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded and moved his hands to your backside to try to pull you into his lap again, and you happily scooted closer to him so you could wrap your legs around his torso. He playfully kissed you all over your face to reward your for your affirmations, making you giggle. 

“Maybe I’ll bring you that Stevie Nicks record I was telling you about,” You blurted out nervously, throwing your head back as he moved his lips to your neck and planted kisses to your throat. He stopped suddenly when you said this, and pulled away to look up at you with a bashful smile. 

“What?” You asked anxiously. 

“I already listened to it.”

Your eyebrows raised in shock. 

“H…how? When?” You stammered.

“I went out and bought it the day after I took you out on our ‘non date'.”

“…You liar.”

He shook his head vehemently. 

“I swear to god. Scout’s honor.”

You squinted at him skeptically and unwrapped yourself from him to go over to his music collection. He immediately raced over to stand in front of it, guarding it from you.

“What are you doing?” You protested. 

“I can’t let you look in there.”

“What? Why? Because you are lying?”

You tried to push him aside but he stood firm. 

“No. I’m sorry. It’s too soon.”

“Too soon? Are you afraid you’re gonna lose your metal head credibility or something?”

He didn’t say anything, and your mouth fell open. 

“Oh my god, Eddie, what do you have in there? I gotta see.”

You tried to push him again, but he stuck his arm out to stop you. 

“No!”

“Come on!” You begged, stamping your foot like a child. “I promise I will show you all of the records I have that would make you absolutely cringe if you let me look through these right now.”

“Nah uh. I’m not gonna fall for that,” He argued, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “I know exactly what you’re doing. You say you’re gonna show me yours if I show you mine, and then when the time comes you’re gonna flake out on me.”

You stopped fighting him and stared at him, an eyebrow raised. He snorted as he realized what he said. He had basically called you a tease. 

“Okay, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean for that to sound dirty,” He joked, putting his hands up, and you tried once again to push him aside with a scoff. He giggled and picked you up effortlessly by your waist as you squealed in surprise, then threw you down on his bed while you laughed uncontrollably. You both stayed there for a while, laughing together as you gazed at each other. Then when you finally settled, he got back up and walked over to pull out a Bella Donna cassette, holding it up to you as proof. 

Your mouth fell open in astonishment as you laid there on his bed watching him, propped up on your elbows. 

“Oh ye of such little faith,” He joked when he realized how stunned you really were. 

Holy shit. He actually did buy it. This guy really was crazy about you. It absolutely rattled you. Then when the initial shock wore off, a wide smirk appeared on your face. 

“Oh my god. You really do have a giant crush on me.”

“Mhm. I told you.”

“So embarrassing.”

“So embarrassing,” He agreed. 

He put it away and walked back slowly to you, sitting down on the edge of his bed away from you. You didn’t budge. You just stared back at him, willing him to move closer to you. When he received the message, he scooted over and leaned down to kiss you. You struggled to balance on one elbow as your other hand found its way into his hair, so you laid down fully and pulled him down with you. He situated his body on top of yours and you instinctively made space for him between your legs, bending your knees around his hips. 

The kiss started to get a little sloppier after a while - a little hungrier - and you found yourself gasping for air. Eddie noticed and pulled away for a minute to give you a chance to breathe, but then quickly moved to your neck instead, only causing you to pant more irregularly. He began to kiss his way down to your chest, his hand gripping your thigh tightly, and you knew then that if you let him continue like that, neither of you would want it to stop. 

“Eddie, at the risk of sounding like a tease again,” You quipped breathlessly, referring to his earlier jest about the records, “I, uh, think we should take things slow. Is that okay?”

He lifted his head up to look at you and jokingly let out a groan, then immediately dropped the act and planted a chaste kiss to your cheek. 

“I’ll do anything you want me to,” He promised, rolling off of you to lay on his side next to you. Then he smirked and added, “And I do mean anything.”

You rolled over too to face him and squinted at him disapprovingly, even though the way he said ‘anything’ sent a tingle through you.

“Slow, Munson. Slow,” You reminded him.

“Right,” He nodded. “But not as slow as we were moving, I hope…”

“No, definitely not that slow,” You laughed. “But this is nice, right?” You brushed his hair back behind his shoulder and he hummed contentedly, then put his hand on your waist to pull your body a little bit closer to him. 

“Yes. This is very nice,” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I really like kissing you.”

“I really like kissing you, too.”

“And to think, it only took us several years to get here,” He teased, giving your hips a playful little shake. 

“Hey, that’s a new personal best for me.”

You both laughed at this, but the sad part was that it was actually true. That was a separate conversation, though. 

His eyes were still closed and he seemed fully relaxed and peaceful despite your abrupt cutoff of your make-out session, and it made you smile to see him so happy. You liked being the reason for that look of relief on his face. You inched your face closer to his and rubbed your nose against his to get him to open his eyes again. Your attempt was unsuccessful, so you decided to ask him a question instead to capture his attention. 

“So, tell me,” You whispered. “What did you think about the record? Which song was the least painful to listen to?”

He smiled and stretched his back like a cat, making a little sound, then finally blinked his eyes open.

“Hm. Well, to be honest… I actually cried a little when I listened to Leather and Lace.”

“You did not,” You said flatly. 

“Okay, no I didn’t,” He admitted with a chuckle. “But it did make me feel… something. It made me think of you a little bit.”

Once again, you were shocked and unwilling to believe that he was that perfect. 

“You’re so full of shit,” You scoffed. He scrunched up his eyebrows like a pouting child. 

“When have I ever lied to you?” He defended himself. You shook your head in disbelief.

“Are you even real?”

“I don’t know. Am I? You tell me.”

You reached out to poke his cheek, and he swatted your hand away with mock aversion.

“You seem to, in fact, be real. But honestly there’s still a very good chance that I’m just crazy.” 

“Fuck,” He groaned dramatically in despair. “Two crazy people together? I don’t know if we can do this. How will we balance each other out?”

“We’ll make it work. We’re Leather and Lace, baby.”

His hand was laying in between your face and his, and you reached out to hook your pinky around his. He grinned and reciprocated it, balling his fingers up into a fist and kissing it at the same time as you kissed your own hand.   

“Which one am I? Leather or lace?” He asked you. 

Before you’d really gotten to know him, before today, you would have said leather. But now that you were laying beside him and he was practically a melted Eddie puddle from just a few minutes of kissing, you realized that he was undeniably soft. 

“I think maybe it’s gonna depend on the day,” You finally decided. 

He thought about it, then pursed his lips and nodded. 

“Fair enough.”

Some days you would be his strength, and some days he would be yours. You liked the idea of that. Of sharing your life with him like that. Of being equal partners. You were ready for the challenge of give and take that came with a relationship. You’d never been in this position before. You’d never let somebody in like this, or wanted to be let in the way he had let you into his life. It was thrilling. Terrifying, but in a good way. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, and the two of you laid together in silence until all of the daylight outside disappeared and you reluctantly decided that it was time for you to go.

“Are you sure you have to leave?” He whined as the two of you said your goodbyes outside. 

“Yes. I don’t want to, but I stole one of my parents’ cars again and they’re getting dangerously close to their hatred for me surpassing their desire to control me. I’ll be out on my ass soon if I keep pushing it. I’ve just gotta play it safe for a little while longer until I’m able to afford my own place. Then you can see me anytime you want to.”

He nodded and looked down at your hand, then hooked his pinky around yours again.

“You’re always welcome here, you know,” He shrugged, “If you ever need an escape.”

“Thank you,” You said with a grateful smile, and brushed some of his hair that the evening breeze had blown into his face away from his cheek. “I’m counting on that. Don’t forget, I will be seeing the rest of those records someday, Eddie Munson.”

“Fine. Someday.” 

His lips turned up in a smile at that word. Someday. There would be more days like this. It made you happy, too. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you deeply, slowly, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“So, what am I, like, your boyfriend now?” He barely pulled away to ask it, murmuring it into your lips before pressing another soft kiss to them. 

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend?” You asked with a smirk, your fingers stroking the back of his neck. He pulled away fully to smile down at you. 

“Yeah. I do.”

“Okay. Good. I wanna be your girlfriend.”

“Well, okay. That was easy,” He snorted. “I like the sound of that. I’ve never called anyone my girlfriend before.”

You were slightly surprised to hear this, but not completely considering the way he had described his past relationships. 

“I’ve never called anybody my boyfriend before.”

“Good.”

“Good,” You agreed. 

“Bye, girlfriend,” He sighed and let you go. 

“Bye, boyfriend. I’ll see you later."

You backed away from him and nearly stumbled down his steps because you were too busy watching him to pay attention to where you were stepping. You did your best to pretend like it didn’t happen, brushing your hair behind your ear timidly before you turned around to walk towards your car. 

“I’m gonna be thinking about you tonight,” He called out, his arm up against the door frame as he watched you go. 

“You do that,” You spun around momentarily to call back, smiling smugly. 

“You gonna think about me?”

“I’m gonna have to to help me get through all of these,” You teased, looking at him over your shoulder while holding up the tapes he gave you. He pretended to stab himself in the heart, this time without the dramatics and with a satisfied smile on his face. It seemed more like Cupid’s arrow than a dagger. 

You could feel him watching you as you put your things in the car, and you hesitated for a moment before shamelessly running back to jump on him, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck to kiss him again. He seemed to be overjoyed by the display as he let out a gleeful laugh and grinned a toothy, proud grin.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” You asked shyly after he set you back down on his porch gently. 

“You can see me anytime you want,” He nodded happily. “That’s what boyfriends are for.”

“Will you pick me up?”

“Lunchtime?”

“Sure.”

“It’s a date.”

You beamed at his unabashed use of the word ‘date’ and pecked him on the lips one more time, then reluctantly peeled your arms away from his neck to leave him. You couldn’t help turning around a couple more times to look at him as you walked back to your car, and he waved at you one last time before he ducked back through his front door.

In the same moment that your hand grabbed for your car door handle, your eyes landed on Max crouched on the ground nearby as she fed one of her neighbor’s dogs through a chainlink fence. You froze as if you were a criminal caught in the act. You were glad it was too dark for her to see the blush that was forming on your cheeks. 

She stood up and waved at you, wiggling her fingers with a devious smile on her face. You weren’t sure how much of your public display of affection she had seen. 

“Looks like somebody had a good night,” She called.

“Yes. Yes I did, thank you,” You called back, trying your best to keep up a composed, cool demeanor to hide your embarrassment.

“Told you so!” She added smugly, and you couldn’t hold back an eye roll.

As she laughed at you, you stuck your tongue out at her and waved back with a middle finger for good measure before getting into your car. She would definitely be using this moment as ammunition to make fun of you for a very, very long time. 

[mysticalbookkeeper]

Lilac was walking through the woods on the island. She was trying to find answers about how she was pulled here and how to escape. She walked up to a lake and saw someone standing on the other side. It was hard to see, but it looked like a man wearing a top hat.

“Hey! Hey!” She called, running towards him. Maybe he could provide the answers she needed?

As she ran, the man looked up and he vanished. Lilax screeched to a halt.

“Whoa! Where’d he go?”

She looked around, but found no one. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked and saw no one. She felt another tap on her shoulder.

Lilac whipped around and saw no one again.

“Okay, whoever is doing that, knock it off! It’s not funny!” Sajd Lilac. She heard a chuckle, before it abruptly stopped and she looked up. She was surprised.

The same man from before was floating above her, smiling behind his hands. Lilac folded her arms and rose an eyebrow.

“Ah, I see. You were the one behind that.” Said Lilac.

“Guilty.” Said the man. He floated down onto his feet.

“So, you know magic?” Asked Lilac. “Er—I mean, I’m Lilac, nice to meet you.” She said, holding her hand out. The man took her hand and shook it. An immediate buzz coursed through her and she jumped.

“Ha! The old buzzer. Always a classic.” Said the man.

He then tipped his hat towards Lilac.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Id. The most dastardly villain on all the island. And lucky you, you ran right into me! You’re obviously a new face ‘round these parts. Did you get pulled here by a giant portal, dumping your butt onto the hard dirt?” Asked Id.

“Ah…how’d you know?” Asked Lilac.

“You still have grass on your face.”

“WHAT?!”

Lilac rubbed at her face and looked in the shallow water of the lake to make sure all the grass was off. Id laughed behind her.

“Gotcha! I’m just kidding kiddo. That’s how everyone arrives here.” Said Id.

“W…what? How do you know?” Asked Lilac. Then an idea hit her.

“Wait! If you know how I got on this island, you must know for a way for me to return home, right?!” Asked Lilac. Id looked her up and down, seeming to decide what to say. His grin faltered when he looked at her desperate face.

“Ahh…this is rather awkward, isn’t it? I mean, you’ve barely seen the island and you already wanna leave? Maybe you want to look around?”

“Maybe if I had come here WILLINGLY! But right now?! I’m lost! I’m who knows how many galaxies away from my family, I just lost my Nana not too long ago and now I…I just wanna go back!” Said Lilac on the verge of tears. Id rubbed the back of his head.

“I…hate to burst your bubble kid, but it’s easy to get on the island. Getting off is another story. Everyone who is here actually came from another world. There isn’t one person, kin or goblin that was ever originally from this island. So in other words, you’re stuck here forever. Even after you die. Sorry about that.”

Lilac was shocked. She felt the world spinning around her. She stumbled backwards, about to fall, before a hand grabbed her and yanked her forward.

“Whoa, don’t go fainting on me now. We haven’t even had our first battle yet!” Said Id.

Lilac looked at him as he held her upright. She couldn’t help it anymore. She began to sob and she sat on the ground. She didn’t care she was crying in front of another person. One who knew magic. She just wanted this nightmare to be over and go home.

Id sighed. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but he hated seeing people cry. Especially since it wasn’t being caused by him. So, he sat down next to Lilac and rubbed her back.

“Hey, c’mon kid. I’ve been here for one thousand years, and…it’s not as bad as it sounds. There’s lots of stuff to do here. I can even show you some of my favourite spots…oh! You obviously don’t have a place to stay, do you? Well, guess what? You gone done and found the most generous thing on the island. Most people stay in Rook in a spare house for the time being before their own house is built, but since you seem alright in my books, you can stay at my place. We’re actually close to my house, which is just passed those trees over there.” Id pointed to some trees to the north.

“Are…are you sure?” Asked Lilac.

“Of course! I can’t just leave you out here to fend for yourself out here. There’s some real weirdos around.” Said Id, winking. Lilac giggled.

“There. You feeling better kid?” Asked Id.

“Yeah, thanks Id.” Sajd Lilac.

“Swell! Now…I believe I see you with a sword, if I’m not mistaken?” Asked Id, tapping the hilt of Lilac’s sword.

“Oh. Yeah, believe it or not, I actually have explored other worlds before I came here.” Said Lilac.

“Neat.” Said Id. He stood up and Lilac followed suit.

“So, big shot hero. You gonna fight me, see what exactly I’m made of? I gotta warn you though, I’m pretty…”

Lilac charged forward and Id teleported behind her.

“Whoa! You’re fast! But…” Id teleported to different places, before stopping.

“So am I!” He pulled different objects from his pockets and tossed them at Lilac. She ducked, dodged and sliced through multiple objects and hit Id with her sword. She was going for gentle, but ended up slicing him in half. She felt awful as she saw his two halves fall to the ground, his mouth wide open in horror. Then he laughed…wait, what?!

“Nice. That was a good swing kid. But I’m not out yet.” Said Id and he put himself back together and teleported behind Lilac. He threw more objects at her and she rolled, and dashed forward, before hitting Id again. This time, he split himself apart and the sword completely missed him.

“What…what exactly are you?” Asked Lilac.

“I’m me. For real though, I’m immortal.” Id said.

“R…really?!” Asked Lilac.

“Yep. I suppose you’ve never met an immortal man before, have you? Technically, I’m a demon, but we’ll stick with man.” Said Id.

“Well, actually I have, a couple times.” Said Lilac.

“Aww.” Said Id, frowning. He put himself back together.

“Well, that’s a disappointment. Oh well, I bet none of them were as great as me.” He grinned, puffing his chest out a little.

Lilac went to strike him again, but he teleported and was high above her head.

“Hey, that’s cheating! I can’t…”

“What? Reach me? Of course not, that’s the whole…”

Suddenly, Id dodged a magic spark and looked down at Lilac.

“I know a little bit of magic myself.” She grinned.

“Cool! A magic pal!” Said Id. Another magic blast from Lilac actually hit him and suddenly, an anvil was tied to his foot and he dropped to the ground.

“Okay, nice move, but I can still teleport.” Said Id and he teleported, with the anvil still attached to his foot.

“Umm…okay, I guess this anvil has emotional attachment issues, so maybe we can call a truce, right? Lilac?” Id asked. Lilac charged forward.

“Wait! Wait!” Id waved his hands in front of him and he teleported again, but the anvil was still attached. He remembered something and detached his leg from himself. Then he managed to pull his leg from the rope and reattach it. But that was when Lilac advanced on him. Id flinched, dropping his leg to the ground and shielded his face from his arms. However, no stabbing pain came through him, and he opened his eyes carefully to see Lilac smiling at him. She flicked his hat off of his head and it fell onto the grass below.

“Hey! Meanie.” Said Id, though he didn’t sound really mad.

He reattached his leg and shook it, to make sure it was attached properly and picked up his hat.

“So, how was that?” Asked Lilac.

“That was…totally fun!” Id whirled around towards Lilac, grinning.

“You’re pretty tough kid. That was a nice work out. It definitely let me flex the old magic bone a bit more.” Said Id.

“Awesome…so, what now?” Asked Lilac.

“Well, since the day is still young, you need to show everyone yourself. They’ll recognize a newcomer. Your first stop? Back at the lumberjack’s house.” Said Id.

“The lumberjack?” Asked Lilac.

“Yeah. I suppose you haven’t met her yet, have you?” Asked Id. Lilac shook her head.

“Ah. Odd, most people meet Clover. Oh well, lucky you, that will be your first stop. I’ll show you the way, but after that, you’re on your own.” Said Id.

“What? You’re not gonna join me?” Asked Lilac.

“Only for the trip over. But I have stuff to do. Very important, very evil things. But don’t worry. You’ll see my tonight, remember? And I do pop here and there around the island, so you’re most likely going to see me around.” Said Id.

“Now come on. Let’s get things prepared for you.” Said Id and he flew forward, going slow and Lilac followed. Lilac looked at Id. He was…interesting. He was definitely unlike anyone else she met in other worlds, though he did have some similarities to some characters she watched on streaming services, or t.v.

But she hoped that they could be friends. If she was going to be trapped on the island for the rest of her life…that reminded her.

“Hey, Id. You obviously know what happens to those arrive here, but do you know how it happens? Like, how did I get pulled to the island?” Asked Lilac.

“Oh, that’s easy. You see, passed the spooky forest, there’s a giant machine that pulls everything here. But the more it pulls, the more that the cracks in reality form. You see, this island is pretty dangerous if you don’t know where you’re going. But it’s going to become even more dangerous if that blasted machine keeps pulling things here. There are already cracks here that are seeping into this world. You’ll end up in a world just by going through a cave, a library, or falling down. It’s not as safe as it should be, but like I said, it’s not all bad. That giant sword that’s hovering over the spooky forest hasn’t fallen yet. I…did try to fight that computer so I could go home, but…as you can tell, that didn’t quite work out. That thing is vicious. Oh, by the way, don’t bring this up to anyone else. I don’t know how they’ll react to that they got pulled to the island. Either they’ll call you crazy and call you the village idiot, or they’ll totally freak out and try to charge the spooky woods and destroy the computer themselves, but I don’t know how well that would turn out, so best not to say anything.” Id answered.

Lilac nodded. She knew full well how just blabbing crazy things out could turn out. They continued on in silence as they walked/flew. Lilac figured she could get used to someone like Id. It would be nice to have a friend on the island to keep her company and show her the ropes. And it was nice that he was human too, even though he did say he was a demon. Still, he was human-like enough, so that was good for Lilac.

I decided to remake the story of how Id and I met, because the first one was kind of bland and it was me trying to follow the script of the same scenario from the game. And I realized how dumb and boring that was, so I changed it. So here ya go, a much better version.

[mbb-project-entity]

Chapter 1

Mortimer & A New FOB

Kyubi pulled her car up a nice driveway to a large house in a modest residential area, opposite the house Denzel and Candice Remington lived in. She sat in her car for a few minutes, pondering her next move. Sure, she could go straight in to the Remington home, see if ‘Kandii’ was crying her eyes out at the news of her husband or had already started getting her things together, but with a family of at least four more in there to play with, she would need a base of operations for now, and this house opposite looked like it could accommodate her quite well while she watched them to see what would be the best way to warp their lives. She opened the car door and and started to walk towards the door, the clicking sound of her heels on the brick drive could be heard as she opened the door, not even worrying if anyone was home.

"Who the devil are you" shouted the occupant, a man in a clearly expensive suit. "Some people certainly call me a devil, but you can call me Kyubi. And you are?" "Uh.. Mortimer. Mortimer Giles." he replied a little unsure at this beautiful stranger in front of him. "Well Morty, you are not needed here. I don't know much about you, and already have my eyes set on a family. It just so happens your house lets me spy on them. You unfortunately just happen to be in the way. So here's what you're going to do. For Me. I assume you work seeing as you live in a neighbourhood like this? Well, you can go ahead and call your boss telling him you want to quit your job. Then I want you to go all the way to China and jump a cliff in the middle of nowhere. You will live out your last days suffering and defenceless to the wild animals out there for no reason other than to amuse me. If you do somehow survive you will kill yourself anyway immediately. You will leave a note on your person stating that you were unhappy with your life. Now leave. And all the best darling"

Kyubi peered through her new house window. She saw Candice and decided to actually speak to her in person. It was always more fun for her to see the person she was talking to.

Candice knew she had a lot to do. She’d have to quit her job at the coffee shop. Bye, bye to that stupid little place with the pitiful income it gave her. Her life would need some reorganisation, but she’d have so much more time to be the real her now, she just knew it. She was looking forward to that. And the hot, hot idea of sex that she was going to bepaid to have.

Well, I felt soooo bad about what happened with Officer Denzel I thought I’d come and help you out. You know, as we were drinking buddies, I guess you could say I feel partially responsible for what happened to him, she said with a barely straight face. Now, I know you wanna be a stripper in the big city, but just in case you have a reputation here among the community, I thought some people here might still want to hire you. So, I wrote you up some resumes this morning and sent the to pretty much every business in town. You’ll love what they say.

“Um, why, what did you write?” asked Candice, wondering why Kyubi had even bothered, she knew she didn’t want a nice little job like that dull one at the restaurant any more.

“Let’s see,” said Kyubi as she held up a spare resume, “‘Employment: The Silver Leaf Coffe Shop, June 2008 to April 2011. Reason for leaving: was fired for stealing company property, poor hygiene and unprofessional image, and performing oral sex with customers in the toilets.’ Isn’t it perfect for you?

Kyubi sat next to her and put her arm around her. “With a CV like that you’ll soon become a stripper, but until you start getting paid you need to cut costs now you’re a single parent.”

Candice leaned her head on Kyubi’s shoulder. “What can I do?”

“OK, first thing tomorrow, rent a moving van and put all of your clothes and every knick-knack, wall hanging, end table and anything you can carry in it and donate it to charity. You need the tax write off for next year. Keep some underwear, bras and stuff. The rest of your clothes we can replace for your new job. Get rid of all of your dishes and cooking stuff except for one bowl, plate, knife fork, pot, and stuff. Get as big of a donation and thus tax break as possible.”

“Yeah,” said Candice between sniffles, “that sounds good.”

“Yes, also you can no longer afford car insurance or a car note.”

“My car’s paid off,” said Candice.

“But there’s still gas, insurance, upkeep and stuff,” said Kyubi. “Look, I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you. I’ll find a notary public. You transfer your car title to me. I can barely afford it, but I’ll take your car off of your hands. You pay me for the cost of putting the title in my name of course. You can use public transporation.”

“Thanks Kyubi. You’d do that for me?”

“Yes, of course. It won’t be easy on me, but it’s the least I can do.”

“You’re such a lifesaver!” said Candice.

They then went to a notary public and Candice signed her sporty convertible over to Kyubi and gave her $300 to cover the cost of the title transfer at the DMV. Then they went to get Candice’s name changed legally to Kandii. Eventually they made their way back to the Remington’s townhouse.

By the afternoon, everything but the furniture too big for Kandii to move by herself was gone.

“Do you own or rent?” asked Kyubi.

“Rent.”

“Good,” said Kyubi, “we need to find you a cheaper place to live. How much money do you have?”

“About $900 in checking and a couple thousand in savings.”

“OK, I’ll take tomorrow off and find you a cheaper place to live.”

“You’d do that for me?” asked Kandii.

“Yes, you need a lifesaver!”

Kandii hugged Kyubi.

”I’ll come by early and help you get ready. I’ll help you do the some sexy makeup just like the trashy stripper you want to be, and tease your hair up big, REALLY big! Big hair is sexy hair, and the bigger the sexier.”

Kyubi did her hair and make up. She teased up Kandii’s hair as high as she could get it then applied a thick layer of blue-green eyeshadow, pink blush, and bright red lipstick.

Kyubi drove Kandii in her former car to the truck stop. It was a large sprawling complex with a diner, store, showers, and a laundry. Dawn followed Wendy into the diner.

“Now I another suprise. Your new digs. Great news, I found you much cheaper place to live!””

A quarter mile down the road from the strip joint was a dusty trailer park. Kyubi pulled up outside a very small mobile home with a for sale sign in front.

“It’s perfect for you,” said Kyubi, “One bedroom, one bath, so utilities will be low, and it’s only $3000, which is pretty much what you have left. I met with the owner, and he agreed to take whatever furniture you have left at home too to get the price down and take it off your hands since don’t have room for it. He left a twin sized bed in the bedroom and couch and coffee table in the living room. It’s all you need, and there’s something else!”

They got out of the car. Kandii stared at her new home, and Kyubi went around back. She came back wheeling a bicycle besides her. It was girl’s model with a banana seat and plastic basket on the front with plastic tassells hanging from the handle bars. “It’s the largest one I could find,” said Kyubi, “It’s perfect for you. You’re only about a quarter mile down the service road from work. There’s a bus stop a half a mile down the other way in front of a convenience store. This bike means low upkeep and NO gas. It’s PERFECT for you!”

Kandii blinked a few times. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said, “perfect.”

“OK, I got you a bike lock too. We sign the papers for the transfer tomorrow at 9:00 am. I’ll pick you up at 8:30. Have your remaining things packed.

Kandii locked the bike to the rail of the steps leading up to the trailer.

The next day, Kandii bought the trailer. The twin bed and couch were old, and the coffee table was lopsided. Kyubi and Kandii sat on the couch, which sagged terribly.

“OK, I’ve got some more cost savings idead. Drop the gym membership. the bike will give you exercise. Get the cheapest cell phone deal: you just need it for emergencies. No home phone, no cable or sattelite, and buy the cheapest make up you can find. It’s all the same, and by the way, you look super sexy in blue-green eyeshadow, pink blush, and bright red lipstick.”

Kandii smiled.

“Oh, another thing, do you like my hair?”

“Yes, it looks very nice as usual.”

“I dye it and cut it myself. I use the cheapest coloring since it’s all the same myself. After all cutting hair is not rocket science.”

“Really?”

“Yep. How much do you spend on a trip to the salon?”

“$150 or so,” said Kandii.

“See, that’s way too much,” said Kyubi. She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of shears. “Put your hair in a pony tail and pull it over your shoulder.”

Kandii put her hair in a pony tail and pulled it over her shoulder.

Kyubi handed Kandii the shears. “Cut off the bottom two inches. Trust me; it’s easy.”

Kandii took the scissors and looked at her hair. Then she slowly hacked off about two inches from the bottom of the pony tail.

“Perfect!” said Kyubi. Take down your pony tail and turn around.

Kandii did as she was told. Kyubi saw Kandii’s hair was a bit jagged, and she smiled.

“Just do that once every four months or so,” said Kyubi, “And here’s another money saving tip: shave off your eyebrows and pencil them in. That way you don’t have to pay to get them waxed.”

“Really?” asked Kandii as she ran a finger over one of her eyebrows.

“Trust me,” said Kyubi. She reached into her purse and pulled out shaving cream and a razor. She took Kandii into the bathroom and shaved off her eyebrows. She then took a dark brown eyebrow pencil and drew two flattened upside down v’s over Kandii’s eyes. “Perfect! Take a look. You’ll love it!”

Kandii looked in the mirror over the sink. She looked at her reflection for a moment then smiled. “You’re right; it is perfect!”

“Yep, now let’s finish your hair and make-up then I’ll get your uniform. I picked it up yesterday evening.”

Kyubi took a large bottle of aerosol hair spray and a long-toothed comb and teased up Kandii’s hair as high as possible. “Dye it platinum blonde tomorrow, and remember, cheap hair color is just as good as the high price stuff, dye it as often as you cut it. Don’t worry about the roots showing, and never forget, the bigger your hair, the sexier.”

When Kyubi was finished, Kandii’s hair was huge. She looked like a teenaged Texas beauty pageant contestant from the 80s.

Kyubi then did Kandii’s make-up.

“If a man comes on to you, see if you can talk him into letting you give him a hand job fo $5 or a blowjob for $10. Now you’re ready for work. You look so hot! Remember, work hard and do what you’re told, be flirty and ditzy with the customers and fellow employees.”

“OK, thank you so much, Kyubi, you ARE a lifesaver!”

Kyubi walked Kandii outside and watched her get on her bike. The bike was too small for an adult, and Kandii’s knees pointed away from her body. Anyone standing in front of her would get an upskirt shot. She l pedalled off, awarkldy at first then off down the shoulder of the service road, her teased up hair catching the wind.

Kyubi laughed and walked back to her car.

[bubbleduckies]

Aight y’all, due to popular demand, I’m posting the fanfic here. Enjoy.

READER IS FEMALE

-In this episode, you are having dinner at the Aftons' house (spaghetti, to be exact) when a heated argument sparks up between William and Michael. Mike is 17 in this story.-

I swirled my fork through the sauce-covered noodles. Normally, I loved spaghetti, but for some reason, I wasn't enjoying it. Maybe it was the rainy weather or the fact that there wasn't any parmesan to put on it, but it just didn't feel the same. 

Michael sat across from me. He didn't seem to be enjoying it much either. 

It felt as if there was a hazy fog of glum-and-blah hanging over the Afton family table tonight. Nobody was talking to anyone else, and making no efforts whatsoever to do so.

After what seemed like hours (though in reality, it was 10 minutes), William spoke up. 

"Michael, the next time you're fucking your girlfriend, do it where people can't hear it."

Michael choked on his spaghetti, spitting it across the table into my food. 

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. The last time you did it, you woke up the fucking neighbors. They called the cops on you because they thought some girl was getting murdered over here."

That made me turn a deep red. I mean, I know I'm loud, but holy shit...the neighbors called the police. 

"M-Mr Afton I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise," I said. Michael looked like he was ready to die of embarrassment any second. "Are you crazy? Dad, you have no business intruding on our sex life. Especially at the dinner table. We're trying to eat here."

William looked at Michael sternly. "I will do as I please. I am your father. Show me some respect. I do not need the neighbors hearing you rail that poor girl again. She sounded like she was getting stabbed. I should know."

Michael was so pissed off at this point. "I will not be showing ANY respect towards you WHATSOEVER. I am done with this shit. You wonder why you can't keep a woman? This is why. You fucking traumatize them. Good. Fucking. Night."

With that, Michael stormed outside. I was in tears at this point. I quickly cleared our dishes, thanked William for dinner (even if he was an asshole), grabbed my jacket, and started outside after Michael. 

When I got outside, Michael was starting his car. I didn't wanna be left behind in the rain, so I dashed down the front walk, opened the door, and plopped down in the passenger seat. As soon as I was in the car, he took no time to throw it in reverse and floor it out of the driveway. 

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

With that, he stepped on the gas. The engine roared, sending us down the long, lonely highway at 85 miles an hour. The rain was coming down in sheets by now, soaking the asphalt beyond plausible.

"Michael, slow down, we're going to hydroplane."

"No."

"Please? I don't want to die because of some stupid comment your father made."

"No. Don't tell me what to do. This is my car."

"Please!"

Michael suddenly slammed on the brakes so violently that I flew forward, smashing my head into the glovebox. Amid all this anger, I had forgotten to put my seatbelt on, and now I was gonna pay the price with a massive migraine in about 5 minutes. Oh well. At least it wasn't the windshield my head went through. I looked up to see why he had stopped so abruptly when he suddenly grabbed my shirt.

"I will drive however the FUCK I want, this is my car."

This shirt-grabbing action along with Michael's harsh words quickly made my eyes sting with tears. 

"Michael, I-"

I was immediately cut short by Michael's lips smashing into mine. My breath was taken away by the sudden fierce kiss. We stayed lip-locked like this for a couple moments, before he pulled away and said, 

"If you know what's good for you, you'll be quiet, doll."

I was at a loss for words. I barely had time to pick my thoughts up off the ground before he started driving again.

"If I'm not allowed to speak, at least tell me where we're going."

"Fine. My dad wanted us to be quiet when we fucked, so I'm bringing you somewhere that you won't even wake the ants if you tried."

"But it's raining..."

"I never said we would be leaving the car."

"Oh."

I turned back, looking out the window. The night sky was filled with flashes of lightning and the occasional crash of thunder. You know, for the intense mood in the air, the rain sure was calming. Almost too calming. Soon, my eyelids started to get heavy. I'm not quite sure when I fell asleep, or how (Michael was blasting AC/DC. It's his angry music.).

I was awoken by a particularly loud clap of thunder. Dammit. How long had I been out? I turned to look at Michael for clarification.

"How long was I sleeping?"

"Too long. We're here."

I unbuckled my seatbelt in preparation for leaving the car. The rain had stopped while I was sleeping, and I was sick of being stuck in the car. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Outside? The rain stopped, dumbass."

"I said we'd be in the car, didn't I?" Michael snapped.

Oh.

Oh.

As much as I wanted to get out of the car, the almost choking sexual tension was building up. We both could see that. 

Also, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm a whore for Michael's dominant words.

"Backseat. Now."

I climbed into the backseat and laid down, Michael following close behind. He sat atop me

"Your clothes. Make them disappear."

Those words. Oh, those words. I had been waiting all night to hear them. But like the bitch I am, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, he had made me cry twice. I wanted to wait just a little longer before he made me cry for the third time.

"You do it. I'm not a wizard."

If Michael's eyes weren't completely filled with lustful anger, they were now. It was like I was looking at a completely different person.

"You heard me. If you want these clothes gone, you do it."

Michael smirks, the kind of shit-eating grin you would see on his father's face. 

Oh I fucked up.

In one last attempt to piss him off (as if I wasn't stupid enough already), I quickly spat out:

"What's wrong? You scared or someth-"

I was cut short by Michael's knee jabbing into my groin. I whimpered, not expecting the sudden movement. 

He leaned down, still grinding his knee, and whispered, his hot breath on my ear, "Don't you ever do that to me again. Do you understand?" 

I managed to get one meager whine out in response.

Michael presses against me, pinning me to the seat, all the while continuing to roll his knee between my legs. His mouth makes its way onto mine. It's a harsh, fiery kiss, fueled by lust and pure anger. 

He pulls his mouth off mine with a loud 'pop', sitting up to meet my eyes. 

"Now you listen here, you're going to do EXACTLY as I say."

I nod, fearing what will happen if I don't.

"Take off your clothes. All of them. Now."

I hastily remove every last piece of clothing. When I get to my underwear, I hesitate, taking extra time to peel off the sopping wet fabric.

"Goddamn.." Mike muttered before leaning down to plant kisses on my neck.

The kisses soon turned into hickeys and the hickeys into little love bites all over the nape of my neck. I moaned, digging my nails into his back. Holy shit. He hadn't even touched me yet and I had already marked up his back.

"Thought you were-" he mumbles against my neck, interrupting himself to kiss it a little more. "-so tough now, weren't you?"

My only response is to squirm and writhe underneath him while he pins me down. 

"Always trying to make me mad."

He takes one finger and brushes it against my pussy, feather-light, and then slowly drags it through the almost embarrassing amount of slick that had gathered there. 

"All this from just my mouth?" He says, just barely brushing against my clit.

I moan and buck my hips, his fingers just barely catching on my entrance. 

"Oho no, you don't get to do that just yet. You didn't listen."

Michael takes his other hand and brings it to my chest, squeezing my breasts and fondling my nipples. 

Oh, it felt amazing. 

"Please give me more. I need it." My words were dripping with pleasure, to the point where it wasn't a request anymore - it was a necessity.

"You gonna listen this time?" Michael focused his finger on my clit, circling it so slowly that it was almost painful.

I throw my head back in response, arching my back so hard I thought I had snapped my spine.

"Good."

The throbbing warmth that was building in my stomach was unbearable and mind-numbing. Michael, sensing I was about to orgasm, went faster. Suddenly, it all came crashing down at once. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I let out the most pornographic moan I've ever heard. 

Michael stimulates me through it, slowing down his fingers slightly but still going. "Please-," I choke out, clenching my thighs, "too much."

That only made him go faster. I came for the second time in less than 30 seconds.

"Please-no more."

Michael finally removed his fingers, now focusing them on his jeans and belt. He slipped them off with ease, and made quick work of his boxers as well. His cock sprung free, finally being released from his jeans. 

I moaned at the sight of it. "Yeah? You want my cock right now? You dirty whore." He leans down to kiss me once more, no less filled with anger and passion than the last time. I pull away, gasping for breath when Michael leans down and says, "Bad girls don't deserve a warning."

Immediately after, he plunges into me, fucking me at a rapid pace. I scream, pleasure and heat blooming in my core as his cock fucks in and out of me. Each thrust gets more noises out of me. Michael moans loudly, his face completely fucked-out. 

"This will teach you to listen." He says, enunciating each word with a violent thrust. I could feel his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of me, causing my legs to shake. 

"Please...so close...need to cum." I could barely get the words out without stuttering. "Just a little longer baby, you can do it."

I focus completely on the pace he's fucking in and out of me, orgasm so dangerously close that it was almost threatening. "Just keep that pussy tight for me."

His thrusts become more sloppy, his moans guttural and pornographic. I whine, curling my toes and clenching my pussy around his cock like my life depended on it. 

"You can cum now."

And with that, I scream, wave after wave of intoxicating pleasure washing over me. Michael lets out one final moan, his hips stuttering to a stop. We both lay there for several moments, panting and sweaty. 

"Holy-holy shit. I was seeing stars." Michael said before grabbing the navy towel he keeps in the backseat for emergencies. 

"No kidding." 

He slides himself out of me, wiping the cum off of me with the towel, taking the time and care to do it without touching my still overly sensitive entrance. 

"We should do that again sometime."

"Yeah. Now let's get you dressed and head home. It's late."

[ramzawrites]

I've always liked the idea of eastern dragons, long bodied and often aquatic in nature. And ever since the movie Raya and the Last Dragon came out, I've only grown more enamored with them.

Then came the idea of the Sleepy Bois with a water dragon hybrid reader. I don't know, I just thought it'd be fun to see Phil freak out about a mystical dragon hybrid, Techno chilling out with another hybrid friend, and Tommy challenging this water dragon warrior to a fight. It could just be me, but I thought it would make a fun request.

And for fun, this water dragon hybrid wields a trident for a weapon, cuz you know, ocean n stuff.

A Dragon Friend - Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: None

Characters included: Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Tommyinnit

Warnings: none

Series: a request :)

Summary: Wilbur brings home a new friend so his family can meet them. To Phil’s shock it is a Dragon Hybrid, just one of the rarest kind of people out there that tend to stay away from society. No big deal really. Then again of course Wilbur managed to befriend them.

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Authors Note: I am not too knowledgeable on easter Dragons so I generalized it more into the Dragons I know of, I hope this is fine :0

Wilbur threw open the gate that led into the front yard of his home.

Philza was currently kneeling in the dirt as he took care of the growing vegetables and other plants. It was his little hobby to take care of these plants, though he isn’t the only one who took care of them. Technoblade, the oldest child of his, begun taking interest in this little hobby of his as well. Though right now Philza was working alone. His clothes covered in dirt but still wearing gloves that protected his hands from it.

As he looked up, curious why suddenly the gate crashed shut, he could see an incredibly happy looking Wilbur standing in front of another teen.

He had to do a double take as he realizes who was standing next to him. Blue scales were growing along their jawline, sneaking at times into the face and going down their throat and arms. Ending at their fingertips. Philza also managed to spot unmistakably gills at the side of their throat, now closed shut due to them being in the air.

Though the thing that was probably the biggest give away to their nature was the long, elegant tail behind their legs. Swishing around nervously in the air. It was mesmerizing to see the scales moving around and glinting in the sun.

On their back was a shining and sharp looking Trident. The bright and colorful shine alone gave him idea enough of how incredibly well enchanted the weapon must be.

Philza threw his gloves off and walked closer to Wilbur, his face contorted into a mix of shock and worry while Wilbur looked like he just had the best day in a long while. For some reason he couldn’t help but suspect that Wilbur must have done something.

“Hey, dad! I wanna show you my new friend!”

“Friend? What do you mean friend?”

He needed to know more. During his travels he has only met a few Dragon Hybrids since they liked to keep to themselves. It was rare to meet one and he was pretty sure it was near to impossible to get them to leave their clan to follow someone else around like this. Knowing Wilbur something must have happened, then again, he was quite charismatic and has surprised Philza before with his people skills.

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically “Yes! This is Y/N and they are my cool friend! We met a few weeks ago.”

Well, that explained why he suddenly visited the ocean so often.

Y/N took a step forward and gave Phil a quick nod as a greeting “Hello, I hope this isn’t a bad time. Wilbur just told me so much about his family that I couldn’t help but be curious. He just wanted to help me satisfy my own curiosity towards people on the outside.”

And here was the explanation why they just followed Wilbur like this. They were curios and not afraid enough to follow up on it.

“Ah, okay. It’s, uh, fine. My name is Philza. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

It was obvious that Phil was still trying to wrap his head around this situation. It just kind of felt unreal and yet it just made sense. This family and the world were already so Ender damned weird, this might as well happen.

Wilbur didn’t seem to be bothered by his father’s clear confusion “Where are Techno and Tommy, by the way? Are they home?”

Phil slowly nodded “Yeah. Both should be in the house.”

“Thanks, Dad. Let’s go Y/N! You have to meet my brothers as well!”

He then grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them along towards the old but sturdy wooden door that led into their home.

Before Wilbur could open it though Phil yelled out one more thing towards Y/N “If any of my sons are too much or just generally annoying don’t hesitate to get me, I also give you full permission to just tell them off.”

Y/N couldn’t give him an answer though since Wilbur just opened up the door and dragged them in but at this point they were used to Wilbur and taking the charge like this at times so all they did was follow along.

“Your father seems nice, even if a bit sur-“ but Y/N couldn’t finish the sentence. Wilbur pressed his finger against his lips, giving them the sign to be quiet. They were confused but begun following Wilbur as he slowly opened up a door to what Y/N assumed to be the living room.

In the middle of a couch, with his back turned towards the door, sat another teenager with pink hair and pink ears poking out of it.

They might have never met him, but Y/N could immediately tell that this must be Technoblade. The older one between the twins. Even if only by two minutes according to Wil.

Now, Y/N was very interested in meeting Technoblade as well since he too was a Hybrid and they had only been in contact with fellow Dragon Hybrids.

Though right now, Y/N was just watching.

Watching Wilbur who was sneaking up on his brother. His hands out, obviously he planned on somehow scaring him by suddenly touching his shoulder. And just as he got close enough to slam his hands down, Techno loudly shut his book.

The next thing Y/N heard was a bang and saw that Wilbur sank down to the ground, holding his nose and crying out in pain. Techno’s hand with the book in the air.

He slammed the book into Wilbur’s face.

Y/N let out a chuckle but more out of surprise than anything. They knew from Wilbur that Techno was an incredible fighter and had amazing reflexes but somehow they didn’t expect this.

“What the hell, Y/N. Here I am on the ground dying and all you do is laugh?”

They just rolled their eyes and helped Wilbur back up. His nose was a bit red but nothing more, he probably reacted more out of shock than anything.

Technoblade stood up with a sigh and turned around “You really think I couldn’t hear you? I knew as soon as I heard your sneaking steps what you were planning, nerd.”

With Techno now turned around Y/N couldn’t help but be amazed by his Hybrid features. Two huge tusk decorated his face, bristle like fur growing along his arms and now they could see that the ears were definitely that of a pig.

As Y/N stared at him and Wilbur was still cursing his brother out, Techno noticed how Y/N’s gaze was transfixed on him in awe.

He raised one of his eyebrows “Uh, hi?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh! Sorry! My name is Y/N! Wilbur was so nice to show me around since I usually stay with my own clan.”

His own gaze fell then onto his brother who just nodded to show that this was indeed the truth “Mhm, yeah. Pretty much, also, I was so quiet! How did you hear me?”

As an answer Techno just pointed at one of his animal ears “I have better hearing, remember?”

Wilbur scoffed “Yeah, yeah. You are so much better than us. Better hearing, better nose and even better eyes, but we non-Hybrids are pretty cool too.” He then looked at Y/N expectantly as if to wait for them to support his statement.

But Y/N just squinted their eyes and took a good second to stare Wilbur down “Are you- You know who you are talking to, right? I can breathe under water, my eyes are better as well and I have a Ender damned tail.”

“Okay, maybe I talked to the wrong person.” He admitted.

Techno chuckled and moved next to Y/N and held his hand up, palm towards them. It took them a small moment to understand but their own palm soon clapped together with Techno’s.

“Hybrid Buddies?” he asked.

“Hybrid Buddies.” Y/N confirmed.

They might only really know Techno now for about a minute, but they could tell he mostly did this to infuriate Wilbur even more.

Wilbur just sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth “Tommy? Get to the living room for a sec!”

“Oh, are you getting backup?” Techno mused.

At this point Wilbur just looked unamused, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for the youngest brother to react.

The sudden sound of rumbling and loud steps from above seemed to be this answer.

“What do you want Wil! I was working on something! Wait, who is that?” Tommy begun yelling out as soon as he arrived at the stairs only to stop once he walked into the room properly to see Y/N who greeted him with a little wave.

“This is Y/N. I met them a while ago and wanted to show them where we live.” Wilbur put his arm around his younger brother as he begun explaining.

Tommy seemed to be incredibly confused but nonetheless intrigued. His eyes darting from Y/N to Wilbur and only for a split second jumping to Techno “Okay? Hello, Y/N. I’m Tommy.” He then squirmed away from beneath Wilbur’s arm, taking a closer look at them “Woah! What are you? You look awesome! Is that a trident? I thought they were super rare! It’s also enchanted! I mean… you seem to be alright, I guess.”

Y/N laughed, more at the reactions of both Wilbur and Techno who seemed to grow incredibly tired as Tommy went along with his usual spiel “Oh! I’m a Water Dragon Hybrid! Also, yeah, I got that trident from my parents as a way to protect myself. We primarily live in or close of water, so, tridents are incredibly useful to us. Also, they mean a lot to us as well.”

They then got the trident off their back to let Tommy have a better look at it. He looked awestruck. Not only at the revelation that Y/N was a Dragon Hybrid but that weapon seemed to really have enamored him somehow.

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as he looked back up “This is cool but nothing against me and my sword.”

Technoblade seemed to be bewildered at that “You just have an iron sword what are you talking about?”

But Wilbur put his hand on Techno’s shoulder “No, no. Let him. Let’s just watch.” It was clearly Wilbur’s chaos was getting the better of him and Techno was too tired to deal with that.

“Your sword? Are you sure? Even if you have an enchanted iron sword, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing against a trident, especially since I am very well trained with this weapon.” Y/N seemed almost smug.

Tommy puffed up his chest and placed his hands at his sides “But my father is the one and only Philza and he taught me everything! There is no way you even stand a chance against me! Fight me and I’ll prove it to you!”

Y/N rolled their shoulders “Okay, little one, let’s get outside and fight! I’ll show you.”

“Little one? Little one?!” Tommy repeated flabbergasted. How dare they call him little.

The sound of the closing front door rung out through the house which was soon followed by an annoyed groan “I swear by Ender. I leave you alone for a few minutes and I already hear Tommy screaming about wanting to fight our guest. Amazing first impression for Y/N.”

He appeared at the door, gloves still on this time. His expression pulled down into a strict frown as he looked around at the scene in front of him.

Both Tommy and Y/N were standing in the middle of the room, turned towards each other due to their bickering while Techno and Wilbur stood to the side. Techno had a skeptical look about him while Wilbur couldn’t help but smirk at the argument of the two.

He purposefully didn’t say it, but Y/N was being trained as a full-fledged warrior of their clan. It was their job to keep off mobs and unwanted guests away from their family. Tommy would have no chance against them, but he couldn’t help but still wanting to see it. Besides Y/N wouldn’t seriously hurt him.

Honestly if anything Wilbur really wanted to see Techno and Y/N fight. In Wilbur’s eyes Techno was definitely the best fighter he knew but Y/N was a close second and while he couldn’t understand it, he also knew that those two would probably bond over fighting each other.

Tommy pointed at Y/N “Well, they started it! Just strutting in here with a weapon! I have to protect our home!”

Philza shook his head, already done with his mischief “Is that right?” He directed that question towards the other teens.

Wilbur just continued smiling while Y/N and Techno just shook their heads.

“Alright. Tommy, stop lying and no fighting. How about you guys just help me make food, at least then I know what you guys are up to.”

This seemed to pull Wilbur back out of his chaotic loving thoughts “Oh! That reminds me! Can we make cookies? Y/N never had any.”

Even Techno, who acted calm and collected, looked shocked towards Y/N. They lived for this long with never eating any cookies? Now that just seemed wrong.

“Sure. Let’s make some cookies then. Is that alright Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh? Uh, yes! I would love to! It seems to be a big thing that I never had any so I really want to try them!”

Excited Tommy threw his arms in the air “Cookies!”

Laughing at his little brothers’ antics, Wilbur joined in and cheered as well “Cookies!” He then followed said brother and his father out the living room and into the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and Techno behind.

While Y/N was excited as well they were still a bit overwhelmed with this sudden reaction right after being threatened by Tommy. Techno seemed to notice this and put one of his hands on their shoulder “Don’t worry too much about what Tommy said. He was seriously impressed by you, but he unfortunately has an incredibly huge ego with nothing to back it, hence the insults and threats. So don’t worry too much about it. Wilbur seems to really enjoy your company and I too think you are… interesting company. Yes, let’s say that. If you are really such a great fighter, we definitely have to spar at some point though. I rarely get the chance to test my skills against other people besides my family and mobs.”

“I would love that.”

“Nice. Let’s join the others. Seriously, you have never eaten any cookies? How is that possible?”