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PART 9

You looked around the bar briefly, saw him in the corner when he offered a quick wave. Twelve steps over, a smile on his face when you shrugged out of your jacket.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish we were in London.”

“Why?” you settled on the stool across from him, took the cocktail menu that he slid across the table.

“Because then I’d at least get to greet you a little, y’know, with the cheek kiss thing,” he shrugged, biting back a laugh. “Here I can’t even kiss my girlfriend or else it’ll be all over the newsstands by morning.”

You made a face at him and smirked, “well it’s not the 1950s, so…it’d be on DeuxMoi and it would be instantaneous.”

“They don’t have printing presses anymore?” He played dumb.

“No, grandpa,” you rolled your eyes. “They don’t.”

“Wow,” he pulled his head back at your words and smiled. “You’re feisty tonight.”

“I’m not feisty,” you laughed, amping up the theatrics, “I’m just glad that I survived SNL.”

“You had the easiest job of the night,” he reminded, “just sit there and look good.”

“Right,” you agreed coyly, “but Kailyn also told me today that despite you making age jokes, there hasn’t been a huge surge of negative stuff.”

“Negative stuff?”

“Headlines, stories, anything that’s basically shitting on us.”

“Right,” he nodded. “The stuff we don’t want.”

So far it hadn’t been anything out of the norm:

Y/N L/N supports Jason Sudeikis for SNL host gig!

Jason jokes about Y/N L/N age gap in SNL monologue

Y/N L/N seen in Jason Sudeikis’ Brooklyn neighborhood!

Getting serious? Y/N L/N at SNL after party after Jason Sudeikis hosts

“This place is quiet though,” you looked around the room, a hidden pub on the lower east side, Maddy came for a date and said it’d definitely be a pap-free spot. “Low-key.”

“It is,” he looked over the menu.

“Let’s keep it that way…”

He looked up at you, narrowed his eyes when he realized you were still watching him. “Are you implying that I’m not low-key?”

“You get a little loud sometimes,” a smile. “Which is fun, almost always--except when we’re in public and trying to keep a low-profile.”

“A low-profile?” he said, his voice getting louder when you let out a laugh. “You? A famous songwriter and a beautiful woman who’s--”

You reached across the table and pushed your hand against his mouth. “Shut up,” you laughed.

“I can’t--” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, holding your hand to his mouth when he kissed your palm. “I just like you so much I want everyone to know it.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be romantic?”

“It is romantic,” he made a face, offended that you didn’t see it that way.

You fought the smile that crept onto your cheeks. “Not when you’re being annoying about it.”

“Well…I mean it,” he said with a solemn nod, a shift in demeanor when he smiled a little.

You smiled, tugged your eyes down to the menu, mostly avoiding the rush of adrenaline that was sure to come. A few seconds of silence when you scanned the options, moscow mule, pomegranate martini, red sangria, gin and tonic.

“Can’t believe it’s late October.”

“I know,” you looked up at him. “The years start coming and they don’t stop coming,” you quoted Smash Mouth with a smirk.

“You’re old enough to know that song?” he teased.

“Yeah I was, like, six or seven when it came out.”

“In 1999? Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Yeah,” you spun it into another joke. “Oh my god--wait, did I not tell you…that you’re old?”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes, another laugh when he shifted back to his original point. “But--regarding the time of year.”

“Yeah?”

“I was just, uh, wondering…what are your Thanksgiving plans?”

“Oh,” you blinked a few times. “I don’t know--I hadn’t really thought that far ahead, truthfully. I have a writing trip the week after, I think to Nashville.”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“I just didn’t know if you were around. I talked to Liv the other day about it briefly, trying to figure out what to do.”

Now you nodded, unsure which words to piece together to make you present as casually curious. “Right, yeah. Do you--are you gonna spend it with her?”

He smiled a little. “I don’t know, I mean, my sister typically hosts. Might just go there, see if the kids want to come.”

Without you. Got it.

“That sounds fun,” you smiled.

“Yeah, I mean--I could talk to Liv and see if she wants to do something else with them, if you wanted to do something together.”

A ball of nerves in your gut, “us?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Us. Unless, you know--I’m too old for you.”

You smirked, offering a challenging glare across the table. “You are.”

“I am?”

A shrug, pulling back a bit when you realized how much you were starting to risk. “I typically do something with my parents, my brothers.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “So you’re booked?”

“Spend it with your kids,” you leveled. “It’s fine, you should see them.”

You swore you saw the relief wash over him.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” you nodded.

He left it there, sipped a cocktail across from you and stole a few bites from your plate. He offered to come home with you, I have nowhere to be tomorrow. You stepped out from the restaurant and onto the sidewalk, his eyebrows furrowed when he took your hand in his.

“Hey, by the way, what’s DeuxMoi?”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “You don’t want to know.”

Okay…so bringing him to a funeral wasn’t on your list of romantic things to do. But it wasn’t your fault your grandfather died.

You got the call on a Tuesday morning, early November, the ringing of your phone woke you up and it only took a few words for Jason to peel his eyes open, concern on his face. Okay, yeah, thanks for letting me know.

You didn’t need him to come, in most ways it felt too serious or too dramatic. After all, your grandfather wasn’t always the nicest of guys and thanks to Natalie and Janelle flaunting their status as celebrity cousins, the news broke quickly that the services were set for Saturday at 2pm. Kailyn had already warned you: paparazzi will probably be there, but we’ll get a security detail and make sure you all have your privacy.

For a day or two you were convinced you shouldn’t even go: it would cause too much of a scene, create too much talk in your family about how Y/N can’t come anywhere without bodyguards.

Your brothers rolled your eyes when you told them. Fuck them, they’re stupid, you’re coming.

Nolan and Andrew were already at your parents house when you sat in the passenger seat of Jason’s car and crossed the GW bridge.

Nolan (8:02am): I’m taking a shot if Natalie brings a date.

Andrew (8:04am): We’re all taking two shots if Natalie brings a date.

Y/N (8:05am): shit…is this not a plus one type event?

Nolan (8:06am): Is he coming with you????

Andrew (8:06am): No fucking way

Nolan (8:07am): If you’re bringing Jason to grandpa’s funeral we’re all taking five shots

Y/N (8:07am): No one is doing shots

Y/N (8:07am): At least not until the luncheon thing

You laughed at the playful exchange, Jason peered at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Sorry,” you said, clicking your phone shut. “My brothers are being dumb.”

“No need to apologize,” he smiled. “Grief does weird shit to people.”

“Yeah, well--they’re already planning how to get drunk, so.”

He nodded, an impressed look on his face when he let out a laugh. “Okay, so give the rundown. Who are the players we’re talking about?”

You sighed, heard Mia’s voice in the back of your head: let him go with you, he’s your boyfriend, that’s what he should do.

“Well, Nolan and Andrew, my brothers.”

“Right.”

“Andrew’s older than me, he’s thirty. His wife is Lena, she’s pregnant, due in December, actually. Nolan is twenty-six.”

“Got it.”

“There will not be quizzes on age,” you clarified.

“Okay,” he nodded. “Is Nolan single?”

“Yes, because he’s a loser,” you said quickly. You were close with both of your brothers. As the middle child and as the only girl, you’d learned at a young age how to hold your own. Apparently under higher levels of stress, you were willing to put Nolan down when he wasn’t even in earshot.

Jason laughed a little, “noted. Okay, keep it coming.”

“My mom is Leanne, my dad is Jim.”

“Right. Leanne likes furniture and interior decorating and…”

“Upholstery, specifically,” you prompted.

“Mmm, I knew I was on the right path,” he said. “And Jim likes hiking, bonus points if I weave Murphy into the conversation.”

You glanced out the window, New Jersey in view. “Yep--he’ll probably show you pictures, honestly. I think he’s more proud of that dog than he is of my career.”

He laughed at that. “Okay, so after ‘nice to meet you, sir,’ it’s ‘hey, how do you feel about beagle-hound mixes?’”

“If you call him sir, he…might not love that.”

He looked confused by this, anxiety written on his face until you let out a short laugh.

“He’s only, like, thirteen years older than you, right? He could be your brother.”

“Great--so I have no social skills and I’m old.”

“Well, we knew you were old,” you reached over to grab his hand, offered a teasing smile when he gave you an unimpressed glare. “They’ll like you, just don’t make any age jokes.”

“People love those jokes,” he pouted.

“Right--strangers, the internet, those people. This is my family we’re talking about.”

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “Who else?”

“My aunt Carla, uncle Kevin--those are Janelle’s parents. And her sister is Julia.”

“Do we like Julia?”

“She’s okay,” you shrugged. “She’s been way more normal about me getting famous, so that’s good.”

“And who’re Natalie’s parents?”

“Natalie’s parents are Hugh and Cindy. Only child. This is my dad’s side, by the way.”

“Got it.”

Quiet for a second, you picked a fuzz off your black tights and adjusted the dress your stylist had found in the back of your closet. It had already been an early day, Helen had showed up early to help with hair and make up, you sipped a coffee that Jason had brought from the kitchen when you sat in her chair.

Waterproof mascara, but you hoped you wouldn’t need it.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your grandfather--it was more that you didn’t know him too well. He always seemed to like your brothers more, he had more in common with them, as your mom would say. He sent birthday cards and would ask how the music business was when your dad would pass him the phone.

But fame had made you feel like an outsider in your own extended family, and today would likely be no different.

“Hey,” he said, pulling your attention back. “I’m glad I’m here.”

You turned to see him, a playful smirk when you reminded: “you might not feel that way after you get bombarded with questions or selfies or--after Janelle hits on you, probably.”

“A funeral would be no place to try to pick someone up.”

“It won’t stop her,” you muttered. “But anyway, I appreciate you coming. I hope it’s not too…weird.”

“No, no,” he smiled, “I love funerals, in a not weird way.”

“You are so obnoxious,” you bit back a smirk.

“I mean it,” he defended. “Beautiful churches, good food, drunk people--they’re typically pretty good.”

“Please don’t say this kind of shit to my family,” you laughed.

“Oh, I was going to open with: sorry to hear about grandpa but let’s get the rager going. Is that not a good move? Not a good plan?”

“No,” you giggled.

“Not how I should make my first impression?”

“I mean, my brothers would find you hilarious but my parents might think you’re actually insane.”

“Well we don’t want that,” he shook his head, took an exit to head North.

You pulled into the funeral home parking lot right before 10am, saw your brothers huddled near your dad’s car when Jason parked a few spots down.

You’d been briefed on the plan: meet there, head to the church, burial, lunch after. He caught you taking a deep breath when you unbuckled, threw a wink in your direction but placed his hand on the small of your back when you led him over.

“Hi guys,” you said quietly, the morning air still crisp with fall. “Hi dad,” you offered him a hug, felt sorry for the loss but also knew your dad would soon crack a joke about it.

Once you pulled back, you gestured towards him, a nervous smile when you looked at your mom. “This is Jason--Jason, this is everyone.”

He stuck his hand out when your dad did the same.

“Sorry for your loss, sorry to meet under these circumstances.”

You felt a brow quirk--surprisingly serious and appropriate.

“Nice to meet you, thanks for coming,” your dad said. “Hope the traffic wasn’t terrible.”

“No, no--it was fine,” Jason shook his head.

“This is Nolan, this is Andrew and Lena, and then my mom obviously,” you pointed around the circle.

“Love your stuff,” Nolan leaned over, spoke quietly to avoid being reprimanded by your parents. “I can’t believe you let her sit at Ted’s desk.”

He adjusted the dark sunglasses that shielded him from the sun and Jason broke a smile.

“Oh right, you’re the one who convinced her to watch the show!”

“Okay, I didn’t need to be convinced,” you retorted.

Nolan let out a sarcastic laugh, an arm slung around your shoulder in the parking lot. “I’m the one who has actual taste.”

“I have taste you fuckwad--”

“Now’s not really the time to bicker, guys,” your dad turned over his shoulder to parent his adult-children.

“Yeah, guys,” Andrew offered a disapproving look before he leaned towards Jason and lowered his voice. “But I’m also a huge fan of the show--and you, just to be clear.”

“Thanks, man,” Jason shook your older brother’s hand.

Your dad watched on for a second, cleared his throat before he admitted: “Yeah, I—uh—am also a fan.”

Jason smiled again, a quick glance in your direction to make sure you were hearing this. “Thank you so much.”

“Horrible Bosses,” he nodded. “Great movie.”

“Isn’t there a sequel?” Lena asked, hands around her bump when she offered you a suggestive smile.

“Yeah,” your dad said. “I liked the first better though…no offense.”

Jason held his hands up, none taken.

“Okay, dad,” you laughed a little. Not what you expected, but hey, you also weren’t complaining. “Alright, what’s the intel so far?” You asked, Jason watched in confusion as you and Nolan scanned the crowd.

“Natalie appears to be flying solo,” he commented. “No eyes on Janelle yet. But I did see Julia and Aunt Carla.”

“Can everyone relax?” Your mom asked, swiping on another layer of lipstick in a compact mirror. “They’ll all be fine.”

“Last time we saw them things were not fine,” Andrew commented, offering a sideways glance in your direction. Lena nudged him in the ribs, she always came to your rescue.

“Janelle asked for ten tickets to the AMAs,” you whispered in defense, “that’s insane!”

“We know,” your mom waved you off.

“Y/N’s been making our family hate us for years,” Nolan elbowed Jason, who stifled a laugh.

“So I’ve been told,” he eyed you.

One of your aunts approached, you were ushered inside and into cars that took you to the church. Beautiful arches, flowers adorned the altar and you sat between Jason and Andrew, second pew. Sadness kicked in when the singing happened, Andrew slung an arm around your shoulder and joked: he would have hated this. The service was long and Nolan didn’t hesitate to complain after the burial.

“I get it, I mean, it’s sad--but it feels a little performative, doesn’t it?”

“Funerals?” Andrew asked--somehow Jason had agreed to let your brothers ride in the backseat on the way to the luncheon. Lena, still pregnant and tired, was stuck in the middle seat.

“Yeah,” Nolan said. “We’re seriously going to do all of that for every single human who dies?”

“This is too existential for me,” you laughed from the front seat.

“Your sister apparently has no heart,” Jason commented.

“Oh we know,” Andrew said. “She used to push us down the stairs.”

“She didn’t push you down the stairs,” Lena corrected, eyeing her husband.

“What?” Jason let out a laugh and looked over at you.

“They’d get in the way,” you defended.

“In the way of what?!” Jason asked.

“I was performing,” you laughed, recounting the memories. “I’d get up on the little landing--you know, where stairs change direction--and I’d sing. Nolan would get in the way and I’d shove him down if I had to.”

“So technically it was only a half-flight,” Nolan rolled his eyes as if that made it less egregious.

“Jesus,” Jason eyed you again. “Brutal.”

It didn’t feel all that awkward, you decided. You introduced him to your aunts, ignored the way Janelle smiled up at him once you made it to the restaurant, hoped the whispers of is it serious? why’d she bring him? how long will that last? didn’t echo for too long.

Jason pulled out a chair next to yours but laughed with your uncle about some 80s reference when you followed Nolan to the buffet.

“So--kept him a secret for a while, huh?” He kept his voice quiet as he followed you down the line. Green beans, steak, warm rolls with a butter basket nearby.

“Do I need more of a reason to have everyone up my ass?”

He stifled a laugh, made a face as if to say touché.

“How long have you guys been a thing?”

You shrugged. “Since, like, spring--but, I don’t know, it was casual until summer and then it became more official.”

“I know I should be used to you dating celebrities but this feels way cooler.”

“Okay, Janelle,” you teased. “Be cool about it.”

“Be cool?”

“I don’t want bringing him here to be the nail in the coffin--”

Nolan let out a cackle at the irony in your words and scooped some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“Pun intended,” you murmured.

“What have mom and dad said?”

“Nothing--have they said anything to you?”

He let his head tilt from side to side, not a yes but not a no. “Mom seemed a bit taken back by the age difference.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes.

“I think it just makes her question what the longer term plan is--”

You picked out a roll, heightened anxiety. “For me?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s got kids right? First thing I did was google him. I didn’t know him and Olivia Wilde never got married.”

Someone with gray hair and a cane cut you in line, you didn’t recognize who it was but it prompted you to turn to Nolan and offer a fake smile. “Can we maybe talk about this later?”

He gave up, followed you back to your seat at the cousins table and picked up a conversation easily with Jason about the Knicks and the Nets and other sports teams. You sipped on wine and watched Natalie recount her favorite memories of your grandfather, tried not to roll your eyes when she and Janelle bickered over who’s college field hockey stats were better.

You tried to sneak away after lunch, tugged your mom aside and said I think we’re gonna head out.

“No way,” Nolan inserted himself quickly, just as good at eavesdropping now as he was at twelve. “You can’t ditch--we’re all going to Aunt Carla’s house.”

“What?” You looked at your mom quickly, a glance to see Jason still stuck at the cousins table. At least Andrew and Lena were there to supervise.

“You should at least come for a little,” your mom said quietly. “It’s just gonna be family.”

You let out a sigh, looked around the room and figured that maybe you’d feel less overwhelmed if there were less unfamiliar faces.

“It’s been a long day--I feel bad dragging Jason around.”

“If Lena’s almost nine months pregnant and can handle today, I think Jason can,” Nolan reminded.

“I was talking to mom,” you made a face at him.

He rolled his eyes and walked away, your mom snaked an arm around your waist.

“It hasn’t been that bad. And I know I haven’t gotten to talk to him a lot, but he seems really sweet.”

“Yeah,” you said sharply. “He is.”

“Why are you so upset?”

“Cause this is a lot,” you admitted, voice still hushed in the crowded banquet room. “He’s never met any of you and now the poor guy has to spend an entire day with this circus?” You motioned around the room at your extended family.

Your mom bit back a laugh but still managed to give a disapproving look before she glanced over to Jason: hand around a beer bottle, seated with your brother and now your uncle and dad, too. They laughed, a scene like they were old friends when someone cracked a joke.

“He seems to be fairing alright,” she commented.

You finished the wine in your glass in one swig, you needed it, looked back at your mom with a lifted brow. “An hour at Aunt Carla’s, okay?”

“Deal.”

You briefed him in the car, we don’t have to stay long. Andrew and Nolan tagged along in the backseat again, Lena complained about just how small her bladder had gotten. After thirty minutes in the living room with a basketball game on, Jason’s sleeves were rolled up and his tie loosened.

“So glad you were able to make it out,” Janelle appeared beside you, a glass of wine in hand when she offered a smile.

“Yeah--me too,” you nodded. “Sucks obviously, but--”

“So, since when has this been a thing?” She let her finger flutter between you and Jason.

“Oh,” you cleared your throat at her quick change of topic. “A few months, I don’t know, not too long.”

“He’s so sweet--so funny, obviously,” she drew out the words, looked across the room to where he stood.

“Yeah,” Natalie appeared on the other side of you now, an identical glass in her hands when she offered you a smile. Fuck, you thought, surrounded.

“Didn’t know you liked older guys,” she bumped her hip into yours.

You laughed, another gulp of wine. Lena had scurried off to the bathroom, this damn baby, now you were left without backup. “Me neither.”

Janelle giggled, lowered her voice when she pushed further: “hasn’t been that long since he broke up with Olivia Wilde, though, right? How long were they together?”

You were going to feign ignorance, but Natalie answered for you. “Almost a decade, right?”

“Something like that,” you stared straight at him, all three of you watched as he high-fived your brother in celebration, the Knicks score!

“Have you met his kids?”

You swallowed, “no.”

“Oh, bummer--is it just, y’know, not that serious?”

Janelle’s line of questioning was bold enough to make Natalie waiver: “well, she just said they haven’t been together that long.”

“Exactly,” you nodded at Natalie, subtle acknowledgement that she had your back.

Jason glanced over quickly, did a double take when he noticed he was being watched by all three of you. Apparently he took it as a cue to join the conversation, a few steps over and he clinked his beer against your glass of wine.

“Hi ladies.”

“Hi,” you smiled up at him. “We were just talking about you.”

Janelle and Natalie both faltered at your honesty, an awkward beat when Jason stifled a laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you know--typical funeral talk.”

His eyes widened, a nod when he realized how fed up you were. Andrew and Nolan appeared beside him now, a commercial break from the game.

“I was just telling her what a fan I am,” Janelle smiled up at Jason.

You watched him for a reaction, lifted your brows to silently communicate: I told you she’d hit on you!

“Oh, thank you,” he said humbly. “Bar’s probably high in this family, though, right? Y/N has enough talent for the rest of us.”

“She’s okay,” Nolan teased.

“Y/N’s so great, obviously,” Janelled smiled at you. “I feel like being funny takes more…intelligence, though, you know what I mean?”

Jason hesitated at that, Andrew stifled a laugh at your cousin’s thinly veiled insult.

“Well good thing it doesn’t take too much intelligence to be a fan of comedy, right?” You flashed her a sweet smile and laughed at your own joke.

“I’m…gonna get another drink,” Natalie said. “Janelle--do you want anything?”

She tugged her away, Jason looked down at you with a look of mild shock.

“What is up with you?” Nolan tugged on your elbow and pulled you out into the hallway, Jason and Andrew followed.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” he looked at you skeptically. “You basically just called Janelle stupid.”

“Well, number one, she started it,” you made a face. “And two, am I wrong?”

Andrew let out a laugh but Nolan shot him some kind of look.

“You’ve got some kind of stick up your ass today,” he said.

“This is a funeral, Y/N,” Andrew reminded. “Not Family Feud.”

“Okay, I need another drink if I’m going to be cast in the villain role today…”

Jason decided it was his turn to step in. “Well, do you wanna get going? Traffic might be bad in the city.”

“You guys--you’re being weird,” you looked at the three of them. Something about Jason being on the same page as your brothers felt weird and wrong and icky. Maybe that was the wine.

“It’s just been a long day, you seem stressed,” Nolan tried to reason.

“Oh my god,” you pulled your head back. “You think I’m drunk.”

He let out a sigh, insinuated he wasn’t going to be the one to go there. “I’ve watched you put back four glasses of Chianti since noon,” Nolan deadpanned. “I know you’re drunk.”

You let out a big sigh to mock your little brother, looked up to Jason. “Do I seem drunk to you?”

His eyebrows climbed north, lips pushed out in thought when he looked between you and Nolan.

“This feels like a no-win situation.”

“That’s a yes, Y/N,” Nolan nodded.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry for not taking her shit,” you said dramatically.

“Janelle did start it,” Andrew admitted.

“How am I being the most responsible right now?” Nolan’s palms twisted towards the sky.

You looked over to Jason, suddenly feeling guilty for pulling him into this mess and for the fourth glass of wine.

“Fine,” you crossed your arms. “I will leave the party early.”

“It was a funeral--”

“You know what I mean,” you shot Nolan a look.

Jason ushered you further down the hall, jackets in here, keys, farewells at the door but you managed to slip out relatively unscathed. Your mom kissed you on the forehead and promised to call you in the morning.

Once you settled into the car, you turned to see him. “I swear I’m not that drunk.”

Buzzed? Feelin’ it a little? Sure.

“It’s okay,” he smiled a little, eyeing you sideways.

“You think I’m drunk.”

“I don’t know what you are,” he laughed, “but you were ready to throw a few fists back there.”

He pulled out of the driveway and you mumbled under your breath: “s’why I didn’t want you to come to this.”

“Family is stressful, I get it.”

“I know, I know,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re always too understanding.”

“Of what?”

“Of me being stupid and young and probably annoying,” you said honestly.

He paused for a second, lips parted like he didn’t know what to say.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “I’m sorry I dragged you to this and I’m sorry I had four glasses of Chianti,” you mocked Nolan.

“He was just trying to look out for you.”

“I don’t need him to look out for me,” you bit back. “I’m not a child.”

“I didn’t say you were,” he defended, shoulders tense from the emotion in your voice.

“No--but, it doesn’t feel great to have you take my brothers’ side.”

“I wasn’t taking his side, Y/N,” he softened a little at this, stole a look at you when he turned out of your aunt’s neighborhood. “I was just trying to avoid a conflict.”

“Well I don’t need you to do that for me. I don’t need you to look after me or to worry about me.”

“I think we should just…relax for a second, okay?”

You knew he meant well, saw the way he flinched when you turned and said: “Relax?”

“I don’t mean that in a shitty way.”

“Fine,” you shrugged. “I’ll relax.”

“Why is this becoming a thing between you and I?”

“Because!” You whined, arms crossed over your chest. “You got in the middle of it. You’re bringing me home like I’m some baby and I don’t want you--”

He muttered under his breath, the words tumbled out quietly: “well, you’re kind of acting like one.”

“--excuse me?”

He sighed, shook his head, tried to scoop up the words quickly before the damage spread. Too late.

“I’m sorry, okay? Can we pause? Can we just go home and maybe wait for the wine to wear off?”

You felt the tears coming, felt the burning in your throat when you looked over at him. Of course--of course this is how it would happen.

How could you have thought bringing him to meet your family would be a good idea? How on earth did you think that the two of you could survive a serious and stuffy event like this?

Everything in your relationship thus far had been playful, casual—skirting by responsibility and avoiding the roadblocks that would inevitably sink you.

When he saw the emotion on your face he melted a little, shoulder slumped and he reached a hand over to your thigh. “Hey--come on, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to fight with you.”

“Well it’s too late for that,” you whimpered a little, smacked the visor down to inspect yourself in the mirror. You dabbed beneath your eyes, wiped the tears on your dress.

He was quiet for a bit, you stared out the window but turned to see him when he didn’t take the exit for the Hudson Parkway south. Back to Brooklyn, you hated the way he offered you an apologetic smile but hated the way your pulse quickened even more.

“You’re not a baby,” he broke the silence finally, pulled up to the curb and put the car in park, turning to see you. He waited a second, kept his eyes on your face and then asked: “Is the age thing part of what’s stressing you out today?”

“I don’t know,” you dismissed the thought. “Why?”

“Well,” he shrugged, a sigh before he spoke: “You are a lot younger than me.”

You blinked a few times, tired from the day and the emotions and, maybe, from the grief.

“I’m aware,” you said sharply.

He got out, annoyed, you followed him up the sidewalk and inside, dropped your purse on the floor beside a tiny pair of cleats that hadn’t been there last week.

“Is this not working for you?”

You turned to see him quickly, fear etched on your face when he shrugged.

“Why do you ask that?”

“I don’t know, Y/N--it seems like things go great and then something happens and you freak out, but you don’t tell me what’s happening so I’m kind of left in the dark.”

“Left in the dark?” You repeated his words, the audacity. “You mean like how I’m left in the dark with all of this?”

He watched you bend over, pick up one of the cleats and hold it up between you.

“Or do you mean in the dark like how I still don’t know anything about them or about her aside from the shit I find every time I’m in this house?”

He held his hand up to his face, rubbed his jaw when he let out a sigh. “Forgive me for thinking that it’d be best to keep it separate, okay? What am I supposed to do? Fuck you upstairs and then tell you about the time the four of us built a snowman outside?”

“I don’t know!” You yelled now, “but keeping it separate makes it feel like this isn’t going anywhere!”

“Do you want it to go somewhere?” He asked, frustrated and confused and more emotional than you’d ever seen him before.

“I don’t know what I want from you because I didn’t expect to be--”

You cut yourself off, dropped the cleat back to the floor and shrugged, eyes anywhere but on him.

“To be what?” He asked, anger still in his voice when you took a deep breath.

“To be falling in love with someone who probably doesn’t feel the same way.”

You could see his chest rise and fall beneath his white dress shirt, he tore his gaze away from you after a second, a siren audible through the front door.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?” He asked suddenly, less angry but still upset. “You’ve been sitting on that and you didn’t think it would be a good idea to clue me in?”

“I didn’t want to ruin it,” you said honestly, a slight roll of your eyes when he shook his head.

“You’ve been so busy filling in the blanks that you haven’t even considered what the truth might be.”

“Because I don’t want to be the stupid kid who’s in over her head!”

He let out a sigh, stared at the floor for a second. “Are you in love with me?”

Was he really going to make you answer that? You stalled for a second, figured that he’d take it back or change his mind about wanting to know.

When you looked back to him, his eyebrows were arched, the left corner of his mouth twisted into a tiny smirk.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” he asked, chin jutting out at your indecision.

“I don’t know,” you said it again, exhausted.

“That’s too bad,” he shrugged.

This pulled your gaze back up to him quickly. “Why?”

A smirk, “because I feel the same way.”

Your heart dropped so quickly it felt like it might fall out of your body and onto the hardwood of his foyer, but your walls were still up.

“How do you know I feel that way?” You challenged, “I said I don’t know.”

A step closer to you when he put his hands in his pockets. “You’re forgetting that I’m older and wiser, remember?”

A joke from your first date, you wanted to laugh, wanted to have a comeback or a quip or something to smooth over the last two hours. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you when emotion welled in your eyes, a mix of things: anxiety, sadness, hope.

“I’m not crying,” you wiped your cheeks, laughed when he pulled away and looked down at you.

“No? Isn’t that what they call it when water comes out of your eyes?”

“I’ve had a weird day, alright?”

He chuckled, pressed a kiss to your forehead when he said. “Does this mean I get to upgrade now from saying I like you to I love you?”

“You don’t have to,” you sniffled, still feeling insecure and unsure. You brought your eyes up to his, couldn’t help but mirror the stupid smile he had on his face when you giggled.

“What if I want to?”

“Then you can say it,” you shrugged.

“Okay,” he nodded, took a step back and took you by the hand to bring you upstairs. “Good to know.”

Quiet, you followed him up the steps and he smirked at you over his shoulder.

“You’re an asshole,” you said.

“Yeah,” he shrugged like this wasn’t news to him. “But at least we know I’m an asshole you love.”

So you fell asleep on his chest and woke up with a headache. The first few thoughts were as follows: holy shit, did he actually, did you actually, what does this, now what should you?

He rolled over, blinked a few times when he found you staring at the ceiling.

“Hey.”

“Hello,” you said abruptly, cordially, business-like.

A beat before he asked: “ya doin’ alright?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, eyes still on the overhead fan that swirled and swirled, calmly, steadily. “You?”

“Yeah,” he said.

The acknowledgement seemed to blanket the room, the whole house, actually, when you followed him downstairs and he brewed a pot of coffee. His arms around your shoulders when you dumped pancake batter into a frying pan, the anxiety in you slowly dissolving.

Out of half-and-half, he said, tugging on shoes, corner store, be right back.

You heard the door shut, alone in the house for the first time when the TV echoed from the living room. You picked up your phone to text Blake, what a fucking night, so much to tell you.

But the doorbell rang, your head snapped up. Did he forget his keys? How close was the grocer on the corner?

You padded through the hall, tugged it open with hesitancy to find the three of them, two blonde heads of hair and a look of surprise on her face that mirrored yours.

“Oh, hi,” Olivia said.

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GatorBun Week!

Day 1: First Meeting

Day 2

I'm turning @holidayturkeyy's GatorBun prompt week into writings. I don't typically ship GatorBun but I love their AUs and ship so here we go!

I'm styling this after my Werecreature AU so things will be different as my wereSB is not the same as the original. Except for GatorBun, everything in Day 1 is canon to my AU though! Woo~ ♡

⚠️ language, fighting, talk of smut, talk of drugs and prostitution, talk of implied death

Master List!

- 4300 words under the cut!

Day 1: First Meeting

May 4th, 1996

"Alright so you have some fresh meat in the ring to start, and then three more matches after."

Bonnie snorted, ignoring his manager as he wrapped tape around his fingers before slipping on his gloves.

"You hear me Bonnie? Don't fuck this up for us like last time."

"Yeah, I got it." Bonnie sighed, readjusting the straps on his gloves.

"You're on in three minutes so get to the ring already."

He grinned, flexing his fingers as he walked away from his manager. Stepping out of the makeshift locker room in the warehouse the underground ring was currently occupying, he spotted several of his regular supporters from his past eight years of fighting. Except for the couple months he took off after his bite, he returned to support Michael, Matt, and Kailyn, now known as Freddy, Foxy, and Chica. Over the past year though, with the rebuilt pizzeria running well enough, he was beginning looking for an escape from the ring.

Stepping over the painted line marking the edge of the ring with a quiet sigh, Bonnie stood still waiting to see who his fresh meat was to be. A young male alligator with a short red mohawk was shoved into the ring, hissing and snapping at the polar bear behind him. Bonnie frowned, judging the alligator's age to be under eighteen years. Snorting, catching the alligator's attention, Bonnie turned to yell at his manager standing a few feet away from the ring.

"What the fuck, Ed? He's under eighteen and you know I'll kill him with barely a fight."

"He's the only fresh meat I could get for you, stop being an asshole and fight. It's what you're getting paid for." Ed shrugged at him.

Just as a blank from a gun sounded, the alligator charged for Bonnie, quickly sidestepping the wild swing. He sent a quick jab to the alligator's shoulder as warning, but the alligator only became enraged, sending more wild swings at him. Bonnie blocked the swings with his arm before ducking low, sending a jab into the alligator's stomach. The alligator stumbled back from the blow before swinging around, trying to hit Bonnie with a tail. Bonnie jumped back a couple steps before groaning to himself.

"Ease up kit, I really don't want to smash your skull into the concrete."

"Ah ain't ah kit!" The alligator hissed at him.

Bonnie sighed, dropping his hands as the alligator charged at him again. Just out of the alligator's reach, quickly lifting a foot and kicking into the alligator's chest with a sickening crack sounding, sending the alligator tumbling to the concrete. With a hand on his chest, the alligator scrambled back up, coughing a hiss at Bonnie. The alligator stumbled forward, Bonnie easily dodging the wild swipe sent his way before sending another kick to the alligator's chest. With a groan, the alligator slumped to the floor as Bonnie kneeled in front of him.

"I warned you," Bonnie sighed quietly.

The alligator let out a whiny hiss at Bonnie, trying to scramble back on his feet. Bonnie sighed again, already growing bored of the fight, standing up and walking out of the ring. Ignoring the cussing from his manager, after walking into the makeshift locker room, grabbing his duffle bag before leaving. Walking back into the ring, he grabbed the alligator by the arm, who was barely standing on his feet, dragging the alligator out of the ring.

"Fucking done with this bullshit." Bonnie cussed back at Ed.

With the alligator weakly punching his chest, Bonnie dragged him out of the warehouse. Making it to his truck, he stopped, turning to look at the alligator.

"I'm giving you one chance at a better life than being fresh meat, get in the truck or stay here, it's your choice."

Bonnie released the alligator, throwing his duffle bag into the bed, walking around to the driver's side. The alligator weakly snapped his jaw, looking between Bonnie and the warehouse. After a minute as Bonnie started the truck, the alligator opened the door before climbing inside.

Putting the truck into gear, Bonnie sighed as they left the warehouse, heading for the pizzeria an hour drive away.

"What's your name, kit?"

"Ah ain't ah kit." The alligator hissed, a hand clutching his chest.

"I'm going to keep calling you that until you give me a name."

"Jus' call meh Monty."

"As scrawny as you are, you must be hungry. My place is an hour away but I'll be able to feed you when we get there."

Monty snorted, turning to look out the window. "Ah'm fine."

"Do you have anywhere you need to stop along the way?"

"Naw."

The rest of the drive was filled with silence until Bonnie pulled into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. After parking the truck and turning it off, Bonnie spoke up again.

"It's not much, but better than being thrown from fight to fight."

After climbing out of the truck and grabbing his duffle bag, Bonnie waited on Monty to climb out. Walking up to the entrance, Bonnie unlocked the door before heading inside, Monty right behind him. Ignoring Monty's snort at the cheesy eighties aesthetic, Bonnie walked past the tables in the dining area, heading for the back rooms. Dropping his bag to the ground, Bonnie opened the office door, looking inside to see Freddy sitting at the desk.

"Finally quit."

Freddy dropped the pen in his hand, turning to look at Bonnie with shock. "What did you do this time?"

"Walked out and brought some fresh meat home."

"You brought what home?"

"Monty come here." Bonnie turned to the alligator.

Monty snorted, dropping his hand from his chest, walking up to the office door.

"Freddy, meet Monty, he was to be my fresh meat of the night but I brought him home instead." Bonnie grabbed Monty's shoulder.

"Bon," Freddy groaned. "Why is he beat up?"

"I beat him down like the fresh meat he was."

"What's next, Foxy bringing in a wet pup?" Freddy groaned, dropping his head into a hand.

"Wouldn't put it past him, he is on another voyage." Bonnie grinned at Freddy. "Chica still in the kitchen?"

"You know she is, and don't help her cook. I've got paperwork to finish and then I'll be there."

"Let's get you fed." Bonnie turned to Monty.

Bonnie led Monty back to the dining area and into the kitchen, where Chica was busy baking cupcakes.

"Bonnie! You're home early." Chica cooed running up to hug him.

"Yeah I am, and I brought one more for you to feed." Bonnie smiled, hugging the chicken back. "Meet Monty, he's underfed and scrawny so feed him all you want."

"What's your favorite pizza?" Chica cooed, releasing Bonnie to look at Monty.

"Ah don't got one." Monty grumbled.

"Then I'll cook up a few different ones, hawaiian is my favorite." Chica turned to Bonnie, pointing at him. "And you don't touch anything, you know you are banned."

Bonnie chuckled, taking a couple steps back from Chica. "I know I am."

Monty chuckled before letting out a hiss in pain. "Ya can beat mah down, but ya scared of a chicken."

"He won't fight back against me in my kitchen." Chica clucked, laughing. "He'd starve otherwise."

Bonnie snorted, turning to leave the kitchen. "I need to check how bad your ribs are cracked, let's leave Chica alone to cook before we get kicked out."

Monty followed him back into the dining area and sat the alligator down in a chair. Bonnie kneeled down, pressing gently along Monty's ribs until the alligator let out a startled hiss.

"Seems to be cracked at the least. Coughing up any blood?"

"Naw."

"I'll get you an ice pack."

Bonnie stood up, heading back to the kitchen to poke his head in. Chica angrily clucked at him.

"Just need an ice pack, might've overdone it on beating Monty down."

Chica clucked at him again before sighing. "Get it and get out."

He grinned at Chica, slipping into the kitchen. "Thanks."

"So did you quit for good or just saying that?"

"Won't be able to go back after stealing Monty from the ring, so yeah I'm out for good."

"Possibility of any coming for him?"

Bonnie sighed, his grin slipping. "Don't think they will, seeing as he was fresh meat and doesn't seem to have any experience fighting."

"What about you?"

"Not sure." Bonnie sighed again, grabbing a frozen ice pack out of the walk-in freezer.

On his way out of the kitchen, he snagged a rag, wrapping the ice pack up. Back in the dining area, he handed it to Monty before sitting down across the table.

"How many fights did you have before tonight?"

"Not many, jus' started when I was thrown in with ya."

"Well, you can stay with us as long as you want. How old are you? I know you can't be older than eighteen."

"Fifteen."

"Too young to be fighting in the underground."

"You can't say anything about that Bonnie, you were sixteen when you started." Chica clucked, coming out of the kitchen with a couple pizzas.

Chica set them down on the table before sitting down beside Bonnie and grabbing a slice. Bonnie felt himself grinning as Monty's jaw cracked, smelling the pizza as he slid one over to the alligator.

"Eat up."

Monty grabbed a slice, chomping it down quickly before grabbing a second.

"Thank ya." Monty grumbled after his third slice. "'N for takin' meh outta the ring. Were ya really gonna bash my skull in?"

"Done it before." Bonnie sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Not intentionally, but it has happened."

"Why'd ya take me outta the ring?"

"I really don't know myself, but I had already been looking for a reason to get out and stealing you from the ring would get me banned, so I did."

Monty sighed, grabbing another slice of pizza. "So ah can stay here? Where do all y'all sleep?"

"Upstairs in the bedrooms, there's only four and Foxy is out of contact on a voyage so you can take my bed for the night and we can get you one tomorrow if you decide to stay."

"A'ight, thank ya."

After Monty finished eating, leaving Chica to go back to her kitchen, Bonnie led the alligator through a hidden door in the back hallway. Up the stairs and walking to the second door on the right, Bonnie opened it, revealing his room. Walking in, he dropped his duffel bag by the hamper in his room and pointed to another door on the right side of his room.

"Bathroom's there and I'll get you a change of clothes. I've got to head back downstairs and talk to Freddy in the office. You can have the room to yourself as I'll be in Freddy's tonight."

"A'ight, thank ya again."

Bonnie dug through his dresser, find Monty a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before handing them over. He left his room as Monty headed for the bathroom. Heading back downstairs, he left the hidden door cracked open. Leaning against the door frame to the office, he knocked on the wall to catch Freddy's attention.

"Still hiding in the office I see."

"I'm not hiding, there's a lot of paperwork that needs to be done."

"Don't lie to me Fred, I've known you for too long."

Freddy sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Why did you bring him home, and what exactly is fresh meat?"

"Fresh meat is a quick and easy warm up fight, usually a newbie like Monty. And I'm not sure, might have been his determination to keep living despite being on the verge of getting killed by me." Bonnie sighed, catching the glare from Freddy. "Not on purpose, but the fact he would've been thrown back on the streets for losing to me, without medical attention."

"Bon, the pizzeria is barely keeping us going as is and you drag in another mouth to feed. And you have lost our extra income we needed."

Bonnie shrugged at Freddy. "I can find another night time gig like selling drugs or pimpin'."

Freddy snorted. "You don't like women."

"Got you to smile." Bonnie grinned at the bear. "But in seriousness, after Monty's had time to heal and adjust, it might be good to have a new icon in the pizzeria."

"Well see, but until then, he's under your care."

"Fine by me, and I'll be crashing with you tonight."

"Bonnie."

"Just for tonight, and I'll let you get some sleep."

"You better." Freddy sighed, sorting through the papers in his desk.

"Come on, superstar, and you better be quiet or the alligator will hear, not that I mind."

"You're a jerk."

"You love it."

"I can't believe you made the poor alligator listen to you and Freddy having sex on his first night here." Chica clucked angrily at Bonnie as he entered the kitchen the following morning.

"I warned Freddy to keep quiet." He grinned, dodging the spoon thrown his way.

"Bonnie!" Chica clucked again. "You dragged him here and pretty much abandoned him afterwards. That's not how you treat people! Do it again and you're on your own for a week."

"Chica, don't leave me to starve or he really will end up on his own."

"Then do it in the office next time."

"Fine, I'll give him a week to adjust and stick to the office. And I'll be moving back in with Freddy."

Chica threw a measuring cup his way. "No you will not! None of us will ever get decent sleep again. You're bunking with Monty."

"Just don't let me starve. If he decides to stay, I'll help him get some belongings today before we open." Bonnie grinned, picking up the spoon and measuring cup. "When's breakfast?"

"Same time everyday. Put those in the sink and get out."

Bonnie tossed the items into the sink before leaving the kitchen to find Freddy in the office. Leaning against the doorframe, Freddy looked over at him, snorting.

"Chica's mad at you again, is she going to let you starve?"

"Then you know what I plan to do today."

"Just don't go overboard."

"I won't."

Bonnie's ears flicked, hearing steps on the hidden stairs. He turned as the door opened, Monty stepping out before closing it. He grinned, catching the embarrassment on Monty's face.

"Chica will have breakfast ready soon. Have you decided to stay despite last night?" Bonnie snorted as a pen hit his chest.

"Ah don't know where else ta go 'cept back ta the streets."

"After breakfast we'll go get you some clothes and a bed of your own and anything else you need."

"Ah don't want ta be a burden."

"I knew what I was getting into when I dragged you home."

Bonnie turned to Freddy as he heard the bear stand up from his chair.

"We've all had rough pasts here in my den. We'll take care of you Monty." Freddy spoke as he stepped up beside Bonnie.

"Thank ya." Monty nodded at Freddy.

"Come on, breakfast will be ready any minute now." Bonnie smiled, standing up from the door frame and walking to the dining area.

Just as they sat down at a table near the kitchen, Chica came out with a tray of food before heading back for more. Another minute later, Chica came out of the kitchen with another tray before sitting down.

"Eat all you want Monty, there's plenty more still in the kitchen." Chica cooed softly as she made her own plate.

"A'ight." A small grin formed on Monty's snout as he stacked up his plate with pancakes.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up in the ring so young?" Bonnie grinned as Chica slapped his arm.

"Let him eat first before you peck at him." Chica clucked at Bonnie.

"Fine." Bonnie snorted, digging into his own plate.

Once breakfast was over, Freddy stood up, helping Chica gather dishes before following her to the kitchen. Bonnie leaned back into his chair, looking at Monty.

"No one joins the ring without having nowhere else to go, spill it."

"Got kicked out 'n didn't know what else ta do."

"Do you need to go get some things? I can go with you."

Monty sighed, keeping quiet for a moment. "Ah don't want ya ta get in trouble over me."

"As you've seen, I can handle myself. I was in the ring for eight years. Earned quite a reputation for being violent and feared."

Monty snorted. "Ah wasn't scared of ya."

"Sure looked like it when you were forced into the ring."

"Shut ya damn mouth rabbit."

"Watch your language, this is a kid friendly establishment."

"Yes'm."

"I'm going to get changed and then we can head out." Bonnie sighed, standing up from his chair.

Later that day as Bonnie parked his truck behind the pizzeria, Monty was still looking at him shock.

"Ah still can't believe ya punched mah ol' man."

"He deserved it," Bonnie snorted with a hint of growl. "I chose to leave my family, you didn't get the choice."

Bonnie hopped out of the truck before shutting his door. Monty climbed out and began grabbing some of the bags from the truck bed, Bonnie grabbing some himself. Unlocking the back door to the pizzeria, he led Monty back upstairs to his room. He tossed the bags on his bed before he started shifting his furniture around to make room for Monty's bed. Once there was enough room, both of them headed back downstairs to get the bed and bed frame. After the bed was set up, Bonnie left the room to move his truck around front before getting ready for the pizzeria to open.

"You can play some games if you get bored and don't be afraid to come down if you get hungry."

"What kind of games ya got?"

"Twisted Metal is already in the PS and there's a stack to look through on the tv."

Monty grinned looking through the stack of games. "'N ya got Final Fantasy."

"Play whatever you want."

Bonnie grinned as Monty sat down in front of the tv to play games as he left the room and headed downstairs.

A few hours later, finally catching a break, Bonnie grabbed a couple cans of Citra and a couple extra pepperoni pizzas before heading upstairs. Monty was stuck on a level in Rayman when Bonnie entered, sitting down beside Monty, who snorted, growing frustrated with the level.

"Take a break and eat," Bonnie chuckled.

"After ah beat this damn level."

Bonnie laughed, grabbing the controller out of Monty's hands. "Give it here."

As Monty chomped on the pizza, Bonnie played through the level, showing the alligator how to beat it. Monty took the controller back, replaying the level a couple times until he beat it on his second retry.

"Got it!" Monty hissed, grabbing another slice of pizza.

"Good, if you get stuck again, just take a break and think things through." Bonnie ruffled Monty's hair before standing up. "I've got to head back downstairs before the next show, don't be a stranger and come see it."

"After ah finish eatin' ah be down."

Monty's POV

Once the pizza amd soda was gone, Monty gathered up the trash before heading downstairs. Chatter and excited voices drifted through the door to the back hallway as he opened the hidden door, stepping through before closing it. He snorted, smelling pizza and a sugary sweetness in the air, pushing open the door to the dining area. Excited children ran around as parents and adults stood or sat around the tables, chatting with one another. Monty threw the trash away before finding a wall to lean against as Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica were stepping on the stage.

"It's time for a show! Are all my cubs ready?" Freddy grinned, speaking to the excited children standing and sitting in front of the stage.

Monty scoffed as the children cheered at Freddy, a small grin forming on his snout as Bonnie turned to grin at him. Freddy was dressed in a black suit with a small black top hat, Chica in a yellow puffy dress with a white lace apron, and Bonnie was dressed in dark purple dress pants, a white button up shirt, and a matching vest. As Bonnie started strumming on his red guitar, Freddy picked up a cheesy remake of an eighties song, Chica singing back up beside Freddy. After a handful of songs, the show ended, Bonnie putting his guitar on a stand, coming over to him as Freddy and Chica interacted with the children.

"How do ya do it everyday?" Monty snorted as Bonnie leaned against the wall beside him.

"It makes the children and the other two happy."

"How did all y'all end up here?"

"Freddy's father owned the original pizzeria and took it on a few years ago. Freddy, Chica, Foxy, who you will meet later, and I have been friends for as long as we can remember, we grew up in the pizzeria together." Bonnie chuckled, grinning at Monty. "Now you see why I fought for so many years, being around children all day can wear on someone."

Monty snorted. "Yeah ah can see that."

"Enjoy the show?"

"Bit cheesy but ya ah did." He let out a low hiss as Bonnie ruffled his mohawk.

"Welcome to the Fazbear family Monty. We will never force you to stay if you don't want to, but we are happy to have you here."

"Ya barely know meh."

"I wouldn't have saved you if I didn't believe you could be better than a fighter, lost to the ring."

Monty snorted again, turning his head away, feeling embarrassment rising in his chest. "Ya didn't have ta save meh. Ah could have figured it out on mah own."

"Don't give me that Monty. I was in it for too long to try to pull that on me."

Monty sighed staying quiet as he watched Freddy and Chica still interacting with the children. Bonnie placed a hand on his shoulder, catching his attention.

"Things can be quirky here from time to time, but you'll find a way to fit in with time." Bonnie chuckled. "You can run back upstairs if you want to."

"Can I get some more soda first?"

"Of course, I'll introduce you to the kitchen crew so they know you're allowed back there whenever you want. Just be careful when it's busy."

Monty followed Bonnie to the kitchen, hearing some shouting and clanking of metal as Bonnie opened the door. Just inside was a crew of four kitchen staff milling about. Bonnie spoke up, catching the attention of a short woman with bright copper hair.

"Yo Mandy!"

"What?" She snapped at Bonnie.

"Calm down, I'm not here to bother you that much." Bonnie chuckled as Mandy glared at the rabbit. "Meet Monty, the newest of us. Dragged him in last night and he'll be staying with us from now on."

Mandy glared at Bonnie again before turning to Monty with a smile. "Welcome to the Fazbear family, I'm Mandy the head cook, other than Chica. If you ever need anything, just let me know."

"Thank ya."

Mandy turned to glare at Bonnie. "Now get what you need and get out, you know I'm busy."

"We will, I just came to introduce Monty and get him some drinks." Bonnie chuckled, heading to a metal door along one wall.

Bonnie was in and out quickly, coming out with a couple sodas in his hand. Monty followed him out, taking the soda from Bonnie before heading for the back door.

"Thanks Bonnie."

"See you later kit."

Monty snorted, turning from Bonnie as he opened the door, heading back upstairs.

A few hours later, Monty heard Bonnie yelling from downstairs over the game he was playing. Hitting the pause on the game, he stood up and made his way downstairs to find Bonnie still in the rabbit's work uniform.

"Come here," Bonnie chuckled. "Got a surprise for you."

"Bonnie, ya 'n ya family have done enough for me already, nah need ta do more."

"You're a part of the family now Monty. Now come on."

Monty sighed, following Bonnie to the dining area where most of the chatter and excitement from earlier in the day had quieted down. Walking in, Monty stumbled to stop, shock clear in his expression as Bonnie grinned at him.

"Like I said Monty, part of the family now for as long as you want to stay."

Freddy, Chica, Mandy and a few others he recognized as cooks and servers were standing around a table. The table had a spread of pizzas, cupcakes and soda for everyone to share. Bonnie grabbed onto his shoulder, dragging him closer to the table. Monty cracked his jaw to speak before snapping it shut in a startled hiss. Chica cooed happily, stepping up to him with a yellow cupcake with pink frosting.

"We are all happy for you to be with us Monty, we hope you stay with us in the Fazbear family."

Monty snorted, taking the cupcake from Chica. "Thank ya for having meh here."

Freddy stepped up beside Chica, smiling down at him. "And don't be afraid to ask for anything you need, we are all here to support one another."

"I'm sorry our introduction didn't go very smoothly, keeping this place running with only four of us in the kitchen is hard. I'm happy I get to meet you Monty, we're all a little quirky but it's family." Mandy spoke up next, her expression turned tired but elated.

Monty snorted, trying to hide the strange sensation in his chest he hadn't felt in over eight years since his bite. "Thank ya, all y'all, for letting me join ya family."

Chica chirped, wrapping her feathered arms around his chest to hug him. He stood shocked for a moment before relaxing into her hug and wrapping his arm around her. Bonnie ruffled his mohawk again, smiling at him.

"Welcome home, you scrawny alligator."

Stay Cruel Until The End - Theodore

Posted May 9 2022

#theodore923 #fnaf fandom #fnaf #gatorbun #bonnie the bunny #fnaf bonnie #monty gator #fnaf monty #monty x bonnie #yes i do ship fronnie in my au #yes freddy is michael in this #but not soul possessed #eventually ill get my ocxBonnie story out #hopefully in the next month as im at 85K an getting to the start of the big boss battle #fnaf x werecreature au #werecreature #fnaf security breach #fnaf 1 #gatorbun week

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riverofmemoriesft · 2 years ago

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Hello,

First of all, I am a BIG fan!!! I love your writing so much!!! I first found you on FFN back in 2017 and I quickly fell in love with your writing and stories. I remember I would spend hours curled up in a chair fully immersed in your stories. I would stay up till 3 am rattled with anxiety whilst reading a battle scene lol. Back then on FFN my username was Peacerockgirl123. I remember anxiously checking to see if you had uploaded a new chapter of BTL before going to school, even a year after reading it all. I have been a follower on Tumblr since 2019, but shortly after fell out of FFN. A couple of days ago, I was thinking of BTL and I decided to log back in and reread it. It has brought back a lot of precious memories of me reading it the first time around and remembering how it made me so happy, and thankfully it still does. Two days ago I discovered ODAS and I cannot believe I didn’t read it years ago!!!! I’m on chapter 35 currently and I am in love with it. Your ideas are original and I am reminded constantly why I love your works. I’m so happy that you are still somewhat active on social media and still writing. I probably would of cried if you weren’t lol. So I just wanted to stop and tell you how much your stories have brought me tremendous amounts of comfort over the years and I am so happy to be back in your writing universe amongst the chaos of starting college in a month. Also, if you go the route of official publishing, I want you to know that I will be one of the first in line to buy your books. Thank you so much for everything that your writing has done for me over the years. It has gotten me through some rough patches and I can’t thank you enough. You are a lovely and precious human being and I wish you all the fortune, happiness, love, and health. 💕💕💕

-Kailyn

AHHHHHH I FORGOT TO REPLY TO THIS SOONER

Thank you so much! ❤️ I’m definitely still active in writing (especially for FT, I’m just lazy when it comes to writing it down). Someday we’ll get the rest of my stuff out there. But thank you so much, I’m glad you came back and I hope you enjoy! ❤️

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dear-indies · 3 years ago

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Hey lovely! I’m creating an oc that’s originating from Cuba but I’m having trouble finding some fcs. Could you suggest me some Cuban female fcs in her 20s? Thank you so much!

Has resources at time of posting:

Otmara Marrero (1989) Cuban - has younger roles!

Paloma Ayana Stoecker / Delilah (1990) Cuban, Jamaican, Nigerian and English.

Yany Prado (1991) Cuban.

Jeanine Mason (1991) Cuban.

Carmela Zumbado (1991) Cuban.

Isabella Castillo (1994) Cuban.

Kailyn De Los Rios (1995) Cuban.

Angela Vanity (1996) Cuban - trans.

Amanda Diaz (2000) Cuban.

Gigi Zumbado (?) Cuban.

Has no resources at time of posting:

Camila Banus (1990) Cuban [Catalan, Spanish, possibly other].

Camila Arteche (1990) Cuban.

Cassandra Cardenes (1990) Cuban / Unspecified.

Elizabeth Ruiz (1991) Cuban.

Chila Lynn (1991) Afro-Cuban.

Dailirelis Perez (1991) Afro-Cuban.

Cyrina Fiallo (1991) Cuban-Italian.

Alessandra Garcia (1991) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other] / Cuban.

Daymé Arocena (1992) Afro-Cuban.

Mandy Leon (1992) Puerto Rican, Cuban, Italian and French.

Kimberly Noèl (1993) Afro-Cuban, Costa Rican, Puerto Rican, Italian - trans.

Teaira Walker (1994) Afro-Cuban.

Yindra Zayas (1994) Afro-Cuban.

Lisa-Kaindé Diaz (1994) Afro-Cuban [Yoruba] / Venezuelan [Spanish, some Italian], Tunisian Jewish.

Betsy Álvarez (1994) cuban.

Naomi Diaz (1994) Afro-Cuban [Yoruba] / Venezuelan [Spanish, some Italian], Tunisian Jewish.

Lydia Jordan (1994) Cuban and Irish.

Yindra Zayas (1994) Afro-Cuban.

Vivian Jovanni (1995) Cuban [Spanish, Italian, possibly other].

Stefania LaVie Owen (1997) Cuban [Spanish, possibly other] / Unknown.

Rebecca / bearybecca on IG (1996) Dominican [Dominican Republic], Cuban.

Ariana Rene / arii on IG (2000) Cuban and Nicaraguan.

Wendii (2001) Cuban.

Paola Guanche (2001) Afro-Cuban.

Isabella Buscemi (?) Cuban-Italian.

#fc help #rph #rpc #cuban fc #latine fc

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tslasvegas · 4 years ago

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Episode 12: “I’ve been awakened.” - Xavier

Well that vote went exactly how I had hoped it would... and then the super idol came out! I'm glad that it's out of the game now once and for all, but I guarantee that Liv is going to find something else along the way. It's so hard for me to summarize everything that I'm doing around here because I feel like I'm doing a lot. Maybe that's going to come bite me in the ass this coming vote but idk, I'm not mad about it. I definitely limited myself a lot by really not going for the money shot and convincing Jeff to use his vote steal on Joey to get Joey the hell out of here, but maybe in some weird way it works. Because now I have John's 8 chips and I'm going to need as many as I can get to somehow beat Livingston. I definitely think that snubbing this vote is going to be my biggest detriment only bc it provides the opportunity for Livingston to ascend higher as a threat, but also avoid getting voted out at our next convenience. I still really want Kailyn to go, but I think the goal for everyone else is to get rid of Livingston or myself (maybe Joey) at the next tribal council. Ugh. Heh... I never would've thought that I could pull off that kind of a move and have it not fully work out in my favor. It was a cool feeling regardless and I'm not crushed if it means I played myself out of the game. I give myself credit where it's due, I'm going to continue fighting as always and hopefully I come out on top :~)

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Whelp, there goes the Super Idol. Jaiden is a snakey little snake snake. Pat and Jeff are naïve as all hell. I'm not 100% sure I believe Jaiden now, but apparently Joey's plan was to cut me at like final 6 or something. And people are so convinced that Livingston and I are a duo. I mean we are, but like maybe if anyone would ACTUALLY FUCKING TALK TO ME AND TRY TO WORK WITH ME, we wouldn't be??? Like don't whine and bitch that Livingston and I are a duo who are going to stick together and not turn against each other if you can't even be bothered to respond to a single fucking message of mine. I have no issues voting out whoever is necessary for me to get farther in the game. But when only a limited number of people express in interest in going farther with me? You better fucking bet I'm working with those people. Anyways, can't wait to vote out Jaiden, Kailyn and Xavier. xoxo Gossip Girl

Waiting on Immunity Results, but whatever happens the 5 of us need to vote together, and be smart about it! We know that liv, Keegan and Joey will vote together. Probably for me next. So Jeff Pat need to stick with us. We need to split the votes 3-2, and use a vote steal, cancel or extra to get it to 3-3 just in case of idols. We need to be smart about this. Going all out and proposing this once results are in. I am going to the Jury next anyway, go out guns blazing.

...five seconds later

OMG I WON IMMUNITY! Finally something good! I figured most people gave their correct numbers, and if not, just chose a number close to theirs. OR they didn't coordinate so well, so some gave a higher number and others gave a lower one, so it cancelled out. Also helps that I knew Liv and Pat's numbers with the advantage. Pat gave mine accidentally so I knew his was in the 40s as well. Phew. Now to figure out whether to use the Steal a Vote now or not.

I came so close to winning immunity but it was rudely snatched away from me by Xavier. On the plus side, Livingston found the hidden immunity idol on the idol board! Heck yeah! As long as there isn’t a full blindside we should be good now!

(originally written 11/23, night after super idol) Anyways what rly bugs me is that Jeff is actually mad at me now for the fact that he wasted his vote on Joey and I tried to get rid of Livingston instead... and I think I put myself into a spot where I need to apologize to him and make him feel good about me again. Tbh no I don’t. Jeff said to me that he’s got to play his own game first and mine second. So why am I playing some other people’s games first? Because it benefits me to play everyone’s hand for them, yes, but also I’ve been caught trying to run the entire table a little too early. So maybe now it’s time for me to do something a little different - play my game first. It’s now fully Jeff’s fault that Joey didn’t leave. I told Jeff precisely what he needed to do to ensure Joey went home. He needed to play the vote steal and send Joey on packing... and he didn’t. So now when Pat and I finally talk tomorrow and he tells me what’s up, I’m not gonna hold back. I’m going to throw Jeff under that bus so fucking hard his head will spin. Pat doesn’t know about the vote steal and I think I’ll hold that piece of information over Jeff’s head a little bit longer - I know something no one else knows about you, keep me safe or it’s coming out and everyone’s going to come after you. So tomorrow I will blame Jeff to Pat. Sure I was the person who made the move, but it’s my game and I’m playing it now. If Pat doesn’t like my apology, then kiss my ass and take eighth place. Bye!

...five seconds later

I'm pessimistic as FUCK so I'm fully expecting to go home tonight and I'm writing this confessional against better judgment because I need to rly focus on letting my mental state get back to normal rather than Survivor mode before I get voted out lmfao. Anyways, tonight is FINALLY the night where I'm making my last move against Joey, one way or another. This is the decision that will either determine oops sorry as I was writing that, I just realized something else... this is ME making yet another move that makes Jeff think I'm controlling the whole entire game I love that for me hehe. Should I convince the entire tribe to vote out Jeff instead??? Let's go fully with the chaos mode. DRAW ROCKS BITCHES!!!! Jk Jk Back to my original point - this is the vote that determines whether I was worth being brought back for this game or not. I'm not trying to be this like crazy strategist who has all these cracked plans to take out Joey but that's where we're at rn. One side of me like, trusts Jeff but the other side of me doesn't. So I told Jeff about Joey's legacy advantage and now it's like, getting Jeff to want to turn on Joey. Even though Joey told me he wanted to get rid of Jeff it seems like Jeff is not as stressed about it. I'm pretty sure Jeff turned votes against me instead, it is what it is. It's the game. However, Jeff would be really stupid to not vote out Joey now while he has the chance... it's probably going to come down to Jeff winning this whole entire thing if he makes the correct move tonight because I'm certainly not going to turn my back on him if he follows through. But, crazy things have happened tonight. And it's about to get a whole lot crazier. :) Although I'm like, CERTAIN I'm going home tonight or at least getting votes. OK IM TRYING SO HARD TO WRITE THIS CONFESSIONAL BUT SO MUCH IS HAPPENING AHHHH IM STRESSING OUT BUT I KNOW THERES A GOOD PLAN OUT THERE FOR ME TO MAKE AND HOPEFULLY IM NOT SCREWING MYSELF OVER

...five seconds later

OKAY I think I'm gonna be ok but I'm taking a HUGE risk rn!!! Basically putting my vote onto Liv with Joey and hoping Joey 1) doesnt have an idol and 2) gets the rest of the votes. But my logic for voting Liv is simple. If Joey actually has an idol he's been hiding, he plays it and reveals I voted for him again if I don't do it. It also prevents me/Kailyn from going home 2-1-0 since Keegan and Liv seem to be locked in on one of us (likely me). If somehow Jeff/Pat are lying and are part of split, it'll go 2-2-2-2 which is not only insane but it also gives me a PERFECT platform to light people up, namely Jeff and his vote steal advantage. But we'll see! I'm predicting to go home tonight :) But at least I made a move when I could. Good luck to me <3

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