#that man only cares about his kids not swearing and peace in the house

[stranger-phenomena]

Breaking my silence but...

Ted saying "You see Michael, you see what happens" was 100% about Mike making Nancy leave the table and had nothing to do with Will.

[shadesoflsk]

BLANCA NAVIDAD

pairing: leon kennedy x fem reader.

summary: Leon never liked Christmas. Memories of him being taken away from his parents and countless missions made him a bitter man. However, he wouldn't have guessed that one day, he would be placing Christmas stockings with a wife and a little bundle of joy next to him.

warnings: Mostly fluff, dad leon, mentions of injuries, alcohol problems, Leon being an orphan, mild hurt (nothing bad I swear) so cheesy and sappy.

"to give up one's very self – to think only of others – how to bring the greatest happiness to others – that is the true meaning of Christmas."

The sounds of boxes being moved filled your living room. It’s the first week of December, and both of you have postponed the task of adorning your house with Christmas stuff until now. Between Leon’s job and your newfound activity (taking care of your 1 year old daughter) it’s been nearly impossible to find enough time to dedicate yourself to this special holiday. 

Leon had told you it was more than okay if you wanted to do it by yourself. He knew how much you love this holiday. And ever since halloween ended, you found yourself eager to buy even more stuff to fill your home with. Nonetheless, you waited for your husband. There was no way you would let this opportunity slip away.

And, as you walked into the living room carrying a box albeit Leon’s constant bickering about how you shouldn’t lift heavy things, your heart melted at the sight of Leon placing a christmas hat on you guys’ daughter, which was too big on her and partially covered her sight.

“Da-da” With the baby on his hip, Leon was once again trying to teach his daughter how to say his “name.” It all started with a simple joke about him being the favorite parent, but now it has turned into a serious situation, at least for him. He wanted his daughter to master the art of speaking before Christmas. Although he has noticed that his little one barely said anything else than babbling nonsense. She was almost there, those bwaaah would turn into dada, he was sure.

She had none of that, though. As soon as Leon started talking, she laughed. As if he was telling her the funniest joke ever. Your daughter had heart eyes for both of you, but you had to admit it – she was definitely a daddy's girl. The way her eyes get so big whenever she sees Leon, and how her tiny fingers wrap around his thumb each time he's feeding her – yeah, she loves her dad.

He was an expert in fatherhood. He had no recollection of ever taking care of kids before. But, as soon as his little girl was born, the father's instincts kicked in. The way her cries filled the hospital room made him want to turn off the world for a second and give his daughter and wife a well-deserved moment of peace.

However, he never thought his life would get so lucky that he would get to experience being a dad. Ever since he was born, he was surrounded by disaster and misfortune. Having to grow up at an orphanage wasn't the most ideal place to mold a child into a perfect human being, but it seems that the little time he had spent with his parents shaped him correctly.

“Ma-ma.” You walked behind Leon and placed a hand on his other hip. Your baby instantly kicked her little feet in excitement for seeing her mom. Maybe she's a mama's girl, too.

“Hey! She was almost saying dada.” Leon feigned disappointment as you tried luring your daughter into saying mama first. This was a competition between you and Leon. Which prize will be having the satisfaction of being the “favorite parent.”

“Yeah of course. My bad.” You chuckled, voice filled with sarcasm knowing that your daughter has been the laziest of babies. Most 1 year old babies already say mama or dad. Or both. Yet this little rascal just likes existing, eating, sleeping, and exploring.

Leon saw you carrying a box and sighed in mild disappointment. You could already hear him saying “I told you not to carry heavy things.” Ever since you recovered from surgery, he has gotten even more doting. Every need of you was met by the second, and you wouldn't complain, but you're still a functional adult who can actually lift boxes.

You remember when things didn't used to be like this. In the past, you weren't instantly devoted and whipped for the man that is now teaching your daughter how to say dada. You remember how your past self leaned over the counter, you were met by an usual reek of alcohol this man had. And, with a witty and drunk smile, he said his usual line.

“Another bottle here.” It was his third one that night. Not his third glass, his third bottle. He was slowly killing his liver and himself by the way kept drowning in this deadly and burning liquid. You had never met him before, but the way his dark blue eyes sometimes shone under the dim light, you knew he once was someone important. Or at least, someone needed.

“That would be your third one tonight.” You stated matter-of-factly. However, Leon didn't miss the way you refused to move and get him his booze. 

“Look at that… Smarty knows her numbers. Aren't you so, so clever?” The disdain in his voice had reached your ears. He was never the talkative client, he just spent all of his nights at your bar and drank to his heart's content. You know you shouldn't stick your nose in someone else's business yet you couldn't bear nor allow him to basically kill himself in front of you.

“Now can you please shut up and serve me another bottle.” He groaned as the empty bottle almost fell from the counter. His heavy eyelids almost closing if it wasn't from the fact that after the words he spat, you threw a glass of water to his face.

“You don't fucking talk to me like that.” Your usual warm and easy going self was long forgotten. No matter how many hardships and problems he may have, there was no way you would let him walk all over you like that. “I don't know what fucked up things you have experienced or how many people have betrayed you. But if you have time to drown yourself in this addiction and be mad about it, you also have time to make a change.”

Those words stuck with him. He knew he was being pathetic, Chris, Rebecca, hell even Claire had told him the same thing too. But he felt even more miserable when a random bartender called him out like that. Especially when you just needed to complete your job. Why would someone care? He pays, he gets his booze, repeat. But, you at least cared, even though it was something every rational human would do.

Eventually, his daily dose of booze decreased. You witnessed the small changes in him. Going from three bottles to just one, and to finally a few glasses. You witnessed how his usual dark clothes were replaced with a somewhat more colorful attire which brought out his once dull and empty blue eyes.

His slender frame slowly took form, recovering his muscles which were more visible now. His stubble remained, though. It was like a reminder of his own age – and his now different approach in life. Wiser and more careful with his own decisions. Your words didn't completely change him, but they surely helped him to see his life in another light.

Ultimately, a new Leon set foot in your bar. He was beaten up, his navy blue shirt had some blood spots while his dark brown hair was disheveled. He smelled like sweat and gunpowder. “If you ever need a tour guide in San Francisco let me know.” He said with a charming smile as you moved around your area of work. 

“I'll keep that in mind. What can I get you?” You chuckled as you went to retrieve his order. You could already hear him say it.

“Grape juice...” 

“And your number.”

Soft whines pulled you back from your trance as your babygirl grips on Leon's shirt. She wipes her face against the fabric. The little one was starting to get fuzzy since nap time had come. 

“Oh, someone is sleepy.” He coos, bringing her closer to his chest. Leon takes off the little Christmas hat that was on her head. Immediately, the little one brings her hand to her hair. She has picked up the habit to caress her own hair when falling asleep. Before she even gets to cry, Leon rocks her to sleep. His deep voice soothes her, the gentle tunes of a Christmas song was his choice of the day.

“May your days be merry and bright and may all your christmases be white.” Leon wasn’t the best of the singers but he would sing his heart out to his daughter. It was a tradition now since Leon never had someone to sing to him. The baby calmed down at a comical rate, as if she just needed her dad’s embrace to feel safe. She was safe. As long as Leon lives, you and his miracle would have the best life ever.

“I’m almost jealous, she falls asleep so fast with you.” You set down the box, stretching your arms. This is the first box out of so many, you weren’t the biggest spender nor a shopaholic but when you married Leon, some perks came with him. Those perks included having unlimited access to his black card which you use wisely. 

Wisely was an understatement, though. Having several copies of the same gingerbread man who dances every time you press a button wasn’t the wisest decision. But you and your daughter love it so Leon has to shut up. Everything for his family.

In the past, Christmas was a simple but dreadful date. He didn’t understand the point of it. When he was a rookie cop, he at least tried to force some polite smiles and give words of affirmations to his colleagues back at the police academy. He stupidly thought that once he got to work, his life would change. But the universe had other plans for him that night in September. He spent that year’s Christmas wishing to die. The government had taken away his right to end his life. Dying wasn't an option. The girl he saved back in Raccoon City, Sherry, needed him. 

Year after year, he grew resentful, angry and bitter. He expected to spend this holiday alone until his last days of life. Having to grow old and wither away, no one to care, no one who would remember him as a human and not a machine. Not the government’s lap dog.

But somehow, he met you. He was a dick at first, he knew it. Until this day, he never understood how you could choose him.  There was no guarantee he wouldn’t go back to his addiction one day. He vowed to never do it again, and he was sure to keep his promise. However, you could never know the extent of his words. You lived –at least to Leon– uncertain of how long he would be sober. But much to his dismay (or pleasure) you gave a chance to that renewed man, to that agent who had come from a mission in San Francisco that almost got him killed.

He was content with just you. He never asked for more, scared of being too greedy, too wishful. Your presence was enough for him, your smile made all of his problems go away. Your tender words were the medicine for his broken and beaten up heart, every last bit of self hatred went away with you. There was nothing else he wanted.

Until he realized that maybe, he could have the life he had always wanted.

When you announced you were expecting, Leon couldn’t show his happiness at first. He was scared. Hell, he even had to take a deep breath before telling you something. He never had a father, well he had one but his memories are too foggy. He grew up thinking kids were a mistake and that somehow, he was a mistake, too. 

He found himself slipping into the unborn baby's room when you were asleep. Watching how both of you have decorated the space where your little one will be welcomed. His fingers grazed over the white crib, already imagining what his daughter would look like. He likes to think he looks like his own mother, a blurry memory of her blonde hair swaying with the wind. His daughter will have a better life than his. He's going to fight for it.

His eyes would travel over your body. He knew how anatomy worked but watching it before his eyes was so extraordinary. Your little miracle was safely tucked inside of your belly. He has always known you were beautiful but damn – it seems that motherhood suits you a little too well. He was grateful, really grateful. You gave him the opportunity to indulge in the normal and domestic kind of life. 

“She's already asleep.” Your sweet voice called him, bringing him back to the present. While he was reminiscing about the past, the baby had already fallen asleep. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she breathed softly. Her tiny fingers still gripping his shirt.

“She's so lazy.” Leon whispered, his voice filled with softness and lighthearted teasing. He gently laid her on the couch, making sure to place some pillows around her in case she moved. A welcomed and soothing silence surrounded your still not decorated room. This was the perfect opportunity to start your Christmas task.

“You know… Now you can help me put up the countless decorations we have in these boxes.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on Leon’s cheek, your thumb grazing against the growing stubble. You loved moments like this where the only thing that lingered in the air was normalcy and harmony, no missions, no worries, just a happy family. 

“I’ll help you if you promise you won’t judge my artistic side.” His lips turned into a sly smirk before he pressed soft kisses against your lips. A sweet yet sincere demonstration of love. He always worries he’s not enough. You play your role as wife and mother, so he ought to be the best husband and father he can be while also balancing his job life. No bioweapon could compare with the fear of losing his own little family because of himself.

Time seems to fly when you’re surrounded with love, Leon lives by that saying. You both decided to put up the tree first since that’s the most arduous task to complete. It takes you almost an hour between placing the ornaments in the correct place and Leon being scolded because he can’t match colors even if his life depended on it. 

“Now big boy, you gotta put the star at the top.” You crossed your arms as Leon placed the last ornament on the tree. It wasn’t the best tree, especially since Leon didn’t give any artistic advice on his side. Some colors looked rather odd combined with others, but Leon thought it was abstract.

Almost inaudible babblings made you turn around and found your baby already awake. She was playing by herself, her hands reaching for the ceiling. You had to admit it – she was sometimes an angel. She easily entertained herself and barely cried. 

You reached for her and walked toward the tree. Now her fingers tried to grab the Christmas ornaments. The colors reflecting on her blue eyes – that she got from Leon. By the way she kept babbling nonsense it almost looked like she was talking.

“Huh? Right I told your mom that too but she didn’t like the idea.” Leon acted like he understood what the little one was saying. And she also engaged in the conversation, two people against your own ideas.

For a few minutes, you focused on your daughter and how amazed she seems to be with everything. In her own world, that tree was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen.

But out of nowhere, both of you looked back at Leon who was sniffing and gently sobbing in front of the tree.

“Sorry, sorry…” He chuckled before wiping away some of the tears that continued falling without stopping. He then waved his hand dismissively, expecting you to drop the subject. Now he had two pairs of eyes intensely looking at him, yours and your baby’s.

After a short while of him trying to keep his tears of joy at bay, he eventually spoke once again.

“Thank you. For… For this.” A gentle smile formed in his face as he opened his arms. You wasted no time to welcome the hug. Now, the three of you were in front of the Christmas tree. The babbling, the sobs, and the soothing music in the background formed a domestic and warm scene. Full of love, emotions, and devotion. His thank you conveyed so much more than just merely words of gratitude. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for believing in me, and thank you for marrying me and thank you for giving me the family I never had. He wanted to say those things, but he remained silent. He knew you would understand the meaning behind his simple thank you.

He would have never expected something like this. He had always thought he was doomed from the start. That his life would be about saving others and never being saved. But he was saved, and he will always be saved.

His daughter’s hands reached for his face, her fingers grabbing his cheeks and nose. Leon obliged, moving his face closer. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until her lips moved on her own.

“Dada!”

He will never shut up now.

[notjoelmiller]

the protector

MDNI

joel miller x tess's sister!reader (not blood related) summary: Joel promised Tess he would take care of you. It's fine until he finds himself infatuated with you and Ellie accuses him of replacing Tess. wordcount: 5.0k warnings: smut (unprotected p-in-v), unspecified age gap, canon character death, spoilers up to episode 3, background character death, violence, joel is not a good person in this

Tess asks him one night as he stitches her up. Negotiations went wrong, and Joel tends to her carefully. He always does. It was his way of setting things right.

Joel had to carry her back to their apartment. Her skin lost its rosy hue in the process, and she shivered in his arms the whole way back. Joel thought he lost her. He almost did.

With the apartment illuminated by the streams of moonlight peeking through the window, he puts her back together. Needle and threat prod and pull at her skin. The makeshift infirmary that their apartment has become reeks of iron and alcohol.

He killed earlier, with his bare hands. He’s only done that a few times before. He liked using guns or knives, but he beat that man who hurt Tess. Crushed his eye socket just to watch him bleed. It was irresponsible and reckless. His hands tremble with the lingering adrenaline mixed with newfound anxiety. Tess is alive, he tries telling himself. It doesn’t quell the shakes.

He has only two stitches left when Tess speaks for the first and only time that night. Her words come out slowly, either from the blood loss or careful consideration. 

“If anything happens to me, take care of my sister, okay?” She asks.

Joel pauses, needle hanging just above her skin. His fingers are caked in Tess’s blood, maybe some of a stranger. He’s sure it’s gonna be there in the morning, no matter how much he scrubs his skin raw. 

“Okay,” he says.

“Promise?”

“I swear.”

They don’t mention it. Years pass before she asks him to make another promise– to take care of an infected girl. He swears to her again, and when he does he remembers: the farm in western Massachusetts circled on a map, the mysterious kid sister Tess always talks about, the promise he made with blood caked under his nails.

As smoke from the capitol building pollutes the blue sky, Joel wonders if Tess remembers it. Perhaps, while grappling with her last lucid moments before the infection takes over, it brought her peace– the thought of her sister’s safety.

Save who you can save.

Once things calm down, and distance muffles the screeches of the infected, Ellie asks where they’re going.

***

Joel doesn’t see the resemblance. Ellie says she does. It’s in the eyes, she tells him. That determination. Scary shit. Joel can’t deny it, you do have that intense Tess-stare. But the expression is about where the resemblance ends.

In fact, the moment he lays eyes on you, he realizes that when Tess said “sister”, it was an expression– a bond beyond blood. Even if you weren’t related, you were important to her.

“Tess is dead,” he says minutes after you welcome him and Ellie into your home. “Asked me to look after you.”

You excuse yourself after Joel tells you. Ellie elbows him in the ribs when you disappear into the upstairs section of the house. It was a disturbing delivery, evident by your quiet gasps and sobs in the other room, but it was fact. Tess is gone, and Joel has a promise to fulfill. Sugarcoating it won’t change anything.

You fail to emerge from your room before sundown. Ellie tells him that they should clear out and let you grieve, but something keeps him planted in your living room. 

It’s cozy, not just by post-infection standards. You somehow keep the place neat, but it still looks lived in. Polaroids sit in frames on top of the fireplace. Most of them are you and Tess. In some of them, she’s younger, before Joel met her in the quarantine zone. Though, others were more recent. If Joel had to guess, the newest photo was taken in the last two years. He never knew how much Tess came out to see you. How much you really meant to her.

You don’t reemerge until the stars come out. Even then, with puffy, but dry, eyes and a monotonous voice you tell the strangers where they can sleep. Hospitable, despite the waves of grief that radiate from your frame.

As you set up the guest rooms, Joel explains that they’re leaving in the morning. He offers you the choice of staying, but tells you that you have a better chance out there than here alone, with nobody watching over you. He doesn’t know if that’s true, but he knows that Tess would have wanted you under his protection.

Ellie tries comforting you in the only way her emotionally-stunted self can. She cracks jokes, tries her best to break the tension. It doesn’t make you laugh. Hell, you don’t even smile. Ellie’s curls into herself, embarrassed, but only because she misses the way your shoulders droop and eyes soften. Joel does see it.

After the pair are settled into the spare rooms, you disappear again. When they wake the next morning, you’re back to normal. Somewhat. You flutter around the house with a backpack and a duffle, shoving personal items and essentials in. You don’t greet your guests, instead you start by ordering Ellie to bring non-perishables from the kitchen to the truck. She nods dumbly and gets straight to work. Joel frowns at her obedience until your eyes land on him.

You lower your voice, “The photos.” Your voice is hoarse at that volume, no doubt exacerbated by your night of grief. “I can’t take them all. If you want one you can– I mean, you don’t need to. Tess didn’t talk much about you, but she sent you after me, didn’t she?” You chuckle. It’s humorless. “I guess you two trusted each other.” You nod to the mantle. Only a few photos remain. 

He frowns. Had Tess not told you about them? He had assumed that in thirteen years, you would have said something. His hands clench. “Photos ain’t gonna change a thing,” he states.

Your face crumples like he’s just spitten on your sister’s grave. “Maybe.” You turn away. “I’ll help Ellie with the food. Then we can go.”

You work with Ellie to clear out the rest of the food supply. She talks your ear off the entire time you pack. Apparently, she’s thrilled to have you joining her and Joel, though you fear she isn’t actually interested in your company. You think she only talks to you so enthusiastically because you're more responsive than Joel. 

Despite your hesitance, you find yourself anticipating joining the pair. It’s not like you have much of a choice in the matter, though. Tess kept you stocked. She kept you safe. With her gone, and her partner heading west, you were alone. In a few months time, you would be out of bullets and meds, and with the winter approaching, the odds would be against you.

Ellie knocks on the side of Joel’s truck. “Do you know how to drive?” She asks, flipping a knife in her hands with a bit too much ease for your liking. You wonder how long she’s had that thing. Thankfully, it looks relatively unused. “Joel doesn’t wanna teach me… but maybe you could give me lessons. It’ll be really fuckin’ cool– plus I could help you guys out and take some driving shifts.”

You shrug, tucking the last pile of cans in the truck bed. Ellie’s standing on the wheel, looking at you with wide, expectant eyes. “So?” She asks, leaning forward so much, you think she’ll fall into the bed.

Joel comes out before you can make that promise. He stomps down the porch steps, telling you and Ellie to get in the car. There’s no urgency to his orders. For that you’re grateful. Driving off in that car means the end of the last twenty years of your life. No more of the farm, no more New England, no more Tess. 

You wait for anxiety to come, but it doesn’t. Somehow, you’ve made peace with it all. With Ellie and Joel, your new companions.

Ellie seems attached to you. She’s been chatting your ear off for the better part of the hour. It’s nice. She keeps your mind off grief.

You wonder if this is how Tess felt, when she first found you and took you under her wing. Sure, you were less chatty than Ellie, but you find yourself feeling a strange possessiveness over the girl. You’ve never had to be a role model, someone for a young girl to look up to. You think about Tess, all she did to make sure you were well-adjusted in this world. Ellie seems like a good kid. You just hope that you’ll be able to guide her like Tess did you.

Joel seems less excited to have you, more like he’s carrying out a duty. You suppose that is the case, that Tess sent him to you in her absence. You don’t understand why she kept him around for so many years. He doesn’t appear to be the best company. He’s quiet, though when he chooses to speak it’s curt, leaving a bad taste in your mouth. 

He’s not bad on the eyes, though. Maybe that’s why she kept him around.

Ellie nudges your shin with her foot. She stares at you with wide, expectant eyes. “You can sit shotgun,” she says.

You smile, “Thanks, kid.”

***

Joel dreams about Tess. He dreams she’s still with him. Everything’s the same– he's left Boston, Bill and Frank are gone –except you’re absent. Back on the farm, perhaps, doing whatever the hell it was you did there.

Ellie’s still in his dreams, at least most of the time. Sometimes she’s not. Some nights, she’s taller, with a head of curly hair. She’s got the same snark, but less of a tendency to use profanities.

The dreams keep him up. When he eventually falls asleep, it isn’t for long. The dreams come, and Tess says something too close to that day in the capitol or he catches a head of curly hair. Then he’s up, breathing heavily and sweating hard. You notice, of course you do. Tess was like that. She always had an inkling whenever something was eating at Joel. You ask if he wants to talk about it.

Of course I do.

But Joel just shrugs. He wants that companionship, that person to lean on in his struggles, but not in you. You’re not the person he wants to burden.

***

You grieve differently than Joel. You actually take time to talk about Tess, tell stories about her– good and bad. Ellie loves it, grateful to learn more about the woman she could only be with for a short time. The woman who saved her life.

It helps Joel learn about your relationship. He gathers that you came together at the start of the infection. You grew together, learning from each other. You were younger than her, he guesses by at least a decade, and had grown into your own under her guidance.

You and Tess parted ways months before she met Joel. You wanted autonomy, a place to call your own. You wanted the openness of the country and the ability to live off the land, not on FEDRA rations. Tess needed security. She needed to know that she wouldn’t be ripped apart by clickers in her sleep. She wanted a quarantine zone. So, you split up.

But there was– is –no bitterness in that disagreement, Joel finds. When you recall that parting of ways and your desires for different lives, you seem content. It irks him that you have such a strange peace with that, after knowing the fate of your sister, while you stand with him now, alive and well.

There are glimpses of Tess in you. He admits that to Ellie one night after you’ve gone to sleep, hardly a week after you joined the duo. What he doesn’t admit to Ellie is how much of Tess he really sees in you, and that sometimes, he has to stop himself from calling you by her name.

But of course, he slips up. It happens only once. You’re walking behind him, telling some story about a poor sucker who gave you trouble back on the farm. It’s a good story, but coming from your lips? Joel is captivated.

He goes to respond to some gruesome detail of the story, but her name comes out of his mouth. Not yours. Tess. Ellie whips her head around unbelievably fast, eyes so wide he can practically hear her thoughts screaming at him, what the hell Joel?

He’s quick to cover it up. “Tess… she said something like that happened to her once, too.”

Joel’s glad you’re behind him. You can’t see the way his face crumples in shame. Though, he can’t see whether or not you caught it.

When you’re out of earshot, Ellie calls it a Freudian slip. Joel tells her to watch her mouth.

***

You’re softer than Tess from all that time on the farm. Sure, you have your fair share of trouble with raiders and stray infected, and you know your way around a fight. But you’ve never stepped foot in a quarantine zone. You’ve never had to deal with the Fireflies, the grifters, or even FEDRA.

Tess had gone through all of that. She internalized it– let it change her. It roughened her edges enough that even the thought of submitting to Joel made her hackles raise. Not you, though.

You don’t just accept his touch. You practically melt at it. She let him touch her, being intimate physically in ways he could never verbalize, but she never reveled in it. She would never sigh and lean into his hand on her cheek. She couldn’t let her muscles relax in his embrace, but she’d always accept it. After all, she was his.

You’re not, but you take and cherish all that Joel has to give you. You live for it. You could forget about all of your troubles with him. He sees it in the way your hands linger on his when he helps you up after a fight, and he often feels the back of his neck burning with your stares. He likes the attention you give him.

You don’t have to kill much, but Joel’s tendency to protect Ellie from death has rubbed off on you. You kill when needed, and each time, once the body lays still, Joel notices you pause. You take time to observe the life you took, and a profound sadness overtakes you. Not remorse, though. Joel has found that you don’t regret what you had to do. He thinks you got that from Tess.

Unfortunately, that habit of yours teaches him how thoroughly fucked he is.

Joel gets knocked to the ground by a hunter. His head snaps back against the ground. Not hard enough to concuss, but it rattles him to the point that he can’t get the damn guy off of him. In the haze, he doesn’t feel the knife resting on the skin of his neck.

You see it, though, and in moments, you're on the hunter. 

Joel is too dazed to realize what had occurred until you’re leaning over him, cupping his jaw gently as you examine his face. 

His eyes dance between you and the hunter just inches away. He’s a pile of bloodied flesh. You don’t care. There’s blood on you. It’s thick and coats your arms and torso. All you do is ask Joel questions. Are you alright? Do you think you’re concussed? Do you need help getting up? Your eyes are on him– him alone.

He tries keeping up with your questions. Not just because they’re important, but because he wants to please you. You– who put aside your morals just to dote on him. You– the woman he vowed to protect. You– the new object of Joel’s infatuation.

***

The first time he really touches you, you’re speechless.

You’ve felt his touch before. It’s unavoidable– a graze of calloused fingertips over a wound you can’t reach, a helping hand lifting you over a high ledge, fingers lingering just a moment after handing rations. But this time, it’s different. It’s not accidental, nor the result of your forced proximity.

Ellie’s asleep, snoring softly just a few feet away.

You and Joel had an argument. A minor disagreement, really. He refuses to let you take the night watch and let him sleep. So, you sit in silence.

He’s tearing himself apart with his martyrdom. He sacrifices his sleep so he can take watch instead of you. He takes all the heat in fights, leaving you and Ellie unscathed, but him with unsavory injuries. He gives you and Ellie larger shares of food. You swear he’s lost weight since you’ve joined them. You pointed this all out to him earlier in the night. And he didn’t take it well.

You two don’t argue frequently. For that, you’re grateful. Joel’s not the best company, even by today’s standards, but you’ve come to enjoy having him by your side. He’s courteous, helpful, and has an unexpectedly good sense of humor. But when you get into a disagreement, you wonder why you joined him in the first place. He becomes something else, cold and detached. He’s so venomous and vile that you find your chest hurting with frustration.

You’re both still recovering from earlier. It was a tame disagreement by your standards. Both of you managed to get over it just enough to sit next to each other by the fire. For warmth, you both agreed.

Hours after the sun disappears, the moon and stars being the only light in the sky, Joel shifts. You almost ask what’s the matter, then he takes his hand in yours, resting it on his thigh.

You don’t tense. You don’t look at him. You don’t signal in any way that he’s actually touching you. His fingers brush over your knuckles, calluses scratching against taught skin over joints, and strangely, your heart flutters. He falls asleep like that, your hand in his.

A week later, under the blanket of night, Joel fucks you against a tree.

There’s no tenderness in it, but it’s not like you expected anything different. 

He tells you to keep it down. It's an obscene request that he makes as though his hands aren’t up your shirt, grabbing at you like you’re the only person in the world. He makes it seem like the drilling of his hips into you doesn’t make it near-impossible to keep it down.

He makes quick work of you. His fingers deftly rub at your clit until you're swallowing the noises of your orgasm. Joel doesn’t last much longer, pulling out and spilling himself on your thighs. 

You don’t talk about it the next morning. You keep the appearance of “normalcy”, for Ellie’s sake. You just hope she doesn’t notice the smiles you share behind her back.

***

His dreams change. Now most nights, he’s back in Boston in his shitty bed that cost way too many ration cards. That doesn’t matter though, because it’s peaceful. 

Sunlight peeks through the curtain and warms the skin of his face. The streets outside are quiet. He’s warm, satisfied, and safe.

He’s alone in bed, but someone flitters around the apartment out of view. He hears it: footsteps all around the space, the quiet clang of dishes being stacked on top of each other, a feminine humming.

He can’t move in those dreams, forced to keep his eyes on the bright window– the one with the butterfly.

He wants to call her name. Tess, Tess, Tess. The syllable sits on the tip of his tongue, yet he can’t manage to say it. The word refuses to leave his lips. It’s like his body knows something he doesn’t.

It knows that something is wrong.

***

With every brush of Joel’s fingers against yours, Ellie is watching. 

She’s waiting to pounce. Joel knows it. One wrong move and Ellie’s going to say it, accuse him of what he knows she’s thinking.

So, you two like a…

Pass.

Ellie wasn’t stupid. She knew what that meant. Ellie saw it in his eyes when they left Tess at the state house. As he watched it burn with Tess inside. 

Not to feel the way I felt…

She read that letter from Bill.

The girl is a quintessential post-outbreak kid. She’s anxious for a fight, angry, and emotionally repressed. But the girl was also raised in a military school, and it made her observant. So every touch your way, every smile at you, and every thought he makes, Ellie knows.

Joel avoids Ellie for a long time, but she manages to get through. 

You’re somewhere in West Virginia. You’ve been with Joel and Ellie for about a month, just enough time for fall to settle in. 

It isn’t as bad as in Boston where, by the time the leaves turned, the days were too cold to even enjoy the beauty of it. West Virginia, though, sure the nights were chilly, but the days were pleasing.

It reminds him of Austin. Austin never really had a true autumn. The season came with the bloom of red, orange, and yellow leaves, but there was no chill of the impending winter. In Austin, it looked different, but felt just the same– or close enough. He loved it. He misses it.

Joel holds a photo in his hand. The one he took from your mantle the morning you abandoned the farm. It’s you and Tess, beaming at the camera. He keeps it folded in his pocket at all times in case he needs it to bring comfort. Currently he does.

The photo has rubbed away at the seam of the fold. If Joel ever decided to unfold it, to look at you two as one, there would be a white crease in the middle. A divide. He doesn’t, though. Joel never unfolds it and resorts to looking at either of you one at a time.

Now, it’s you staring back at him. A moment ago, it was Tess.

Ellie sits on the opposite side of the fire. You’re sleeping off the last of a fever you managed to catch. 

He wants to reach out to you, pull you in his arms until the fever breaks. The urge gnaws at him, makes something twist and burn deep in his gut. He should think. He needs to think. Not with Ellie watching him, though. He needs her off his back.

Here goes nothing.

He says her name, once, curtly. Her eyes widen slightly, just for a moment, but composes herself. She sits up tall. Joel lets her speak first. It takes her a moment, but she speaks like she’s been considering her words for a long time.

“Tess said you didn’t feel the way she felt.”

“I cared for her. For Tess.” Ellie frowns, eyes squinted as she bores into his very being. “A lot,” Joel adds.

“Does her sister know that?”

Joel says Ellie’s name, quietly. It’s meant to be a warning, but as it passes through his lips he can’t help but think it sounds pathetic. Pathetic, like you fucking Tess’s kid sister. His jaw ticks as something putrid curdles in his stomach.

No. No. He refuses to let a child judge him. What does she know about relationships? What does she know about love?

Love? No, not love. Not love. Physical relationships, that’s what this is about. Not love. No, Joel doesn’t love. Not Tess. And certainly not you, not that you matter in this case, because Tess has nothing to do with you.

He looks back at the photo in his hand. Tess stares back at him.

“You’re replacing her, Joel.”

***

Joel isn’t a man to cherish. He loves nothing– nobody. You’ve seen him kill more times than you can count, and not all of those deaths were deserving. 

He reveals himself in pieces and only on rare occasions. You learn of his past slowly. He was a hunter. He has a brother, one who left him years ago. He may have had a child at one point. He wanted to be a singer when he was a boy.

You’ve known one thing from the start, and it’s that he tends to you like you’re the only thing that matters.

You found a settlement. Just for the night, they let you stay in a house– a real one, with showers, working locks, nice furniture, and all. You almost cry when you rub the homemade soap bar against your skin. You feel like a new person when you step out of the shower, your skin soft and glowing in a way you haven’t experienced in years.

If you had to be honest, the separate bedrooms are your favorite part.

You’re not even out of the shower for a minute before Joel has you beneath him on the bed. 

He fists a hand into your still dripping hair and tugs. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, and you welcome the taste of him– it’s fresh, like the toothpaste you had traded for once you came to town. You chase his lips as he pulls back. 

“Couldn’t wait for you to come out, baby.” He adds, “Need you.” You believe it. You believe it wholeheartedly and it makes heat wash through your body. Joel has a way of making you feel like that.

His jean-clad hips rut into your plush thigh. The buckle digs into your skin, nearly camouflaging the sensation of his cock. 

The towel you wrapped yourself in has unfolded, leaving you exposed to the cold air of the bedroom. Your nipples stiffen. Joel takes one between his fingers, twisting and pulling as he groans into your mouth. His spare hand works on removing his pants. You explore the expanse of his back.

Deft fingers move from your breasts to your core. Joel’s thumb rubs at your clit, while two fingers trace the seam of your entrance. His fingers are cold, you clench around nothing as they tease you. Joel doesn’t get many opportunities to drag things out, to tease you until tears are running down your face. You love that side of him. It helps you imagine what it would be like to be with him before the infection. But tonight isn’t the time. 

You swat his hand away, murmuring, “Don’t need that,” you swat his hands. “Just want you.”

Joel hesitates. You do need that, and he knows you know that fact. It’s been a few weeks since you last fucked. It was sure to be a stretch. His eyes wash over your face, searching for any uncertainty before he nods and notches himself at your entrance.

It’s not a smooth coupling by any means. You rushed into things too fast. His length rubs unpleasantly against your walls as he pushes in. Though, you pull him closer with your legs. You just needed to feel him.

He holds your hips up as he pistons into you. He moves slowly tonight. There’s no urgency, no threat that Ellie might come around the corner and catch you in the act. You indulge in the rare intimacy.

You dig your face into the crook of his neck. Every inhale you take is purely him. “Driving me crazy, Miller,” you whisper.

“Good,” Joel laughs. He’s never laughed during sex before. You figured he wasn’t the type, that letting loose like that in the act wasn’t his style. Apparently not.

You reach your peak quicker than expected. It washes over you in lazy waves, softening your muscles and melting you into the bed beneath you. It drains you. Or maybe the luxury of the bed beneath you is causing your exhaustion.

Luckily, Joel’s not far behind, pulling out and working himself to his peak. He cums on your stomach, your newly cleaned skin now dirtied with your sweat and his seed. You’re too tired and too blissed out to care though. You can always shower again in the morning.

Joel takes your discarded towel to clean your stomach. He throws it to the ground before settling himself at your side. You roll over, letting him adhere to your back.

Your eyes are drawn to the towel. Next to it are Joel’s discarded jeans. Something sticks out of his pocket. You squint.

It’s Tess– one of the pictures of her you had on your mantle. You were in that photo too, but it was folded in half, and now you had to stare at your deceased sister. The photo was one you had offered to Joel. Photos ain’t gonna change a thing, he had said back then on the farm. It irked you. It irked you for so long that you had been hesitant at the start of your relationship– if that's what you could call this. Back then, you had been afraid of getting attached to him. You were scared he wouldn’t ever call you his.

But he had the photo, and it’s… somewhat disturbing. He had been so cold then when you asked him. You only offered it because you thought he and Tess were closer. After all, she asked him to take care of you, and he listened. Then he turned it down, and you realized– assumed –you misinterpreted them. You accepted it as the truth.

He has it now, though. However many months later he has that photo.

Joel’s arm tightens around your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest. “What are you thinkin’ about?” He sounds tired. 

You thought he was asleep, assuming the relative safety of the settlement and your nightly activities would be enough to knock him out. You’re tired too. Part of you wants to forget it, lean back into Joel’s arms and fall asleep. Then you see her staring back at you, her smile frozen in time. 

You wonder if Joel buried her. You wonder if Joel shot her. He didn’t tell you much about her passing, only that she had been infected, and chose to end it before turning. He never said how it ended.

“Were you and Tess together?”

It’s a simple question. So simple, and yet Joel hesitates. You count the seconds it takes him to answer you. One, two, three, four, five, six–

“No.”

Six seconds.

“Okay.”

Tess smiles back at you.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet-Cute, Chapter 1 - Ace

Source for pic

Word Count: 2153

Warnings: Fem!Reader, very minor swearing. This is going to be a series featuring Ace, Sanji, Law, Zoro and Kid.

Special warning: English is not my first language!

Summary: You had your life in Grand Line City all figured out. A wonderful job, a fiancé and a shared apartment. Until you found out he was cheating. Your father, Shanks, had a horse riding accident and you decided that this was just the right time to return home. You were expecting a peaceful, uneventful life back in the Calm Belt, but, fate had other plans.

|Chapter 2 - Kid|

It feels weird coming back home. Actually, it feels weird calling this place home. You left the tranquillity of the countryside behind before finishing high school, deciding to live with your mother when she and your father separated because you always had a restless spirit and the Calm Belt is far too quiet for you to feel fulfilled.

It hurt to leave friends behind. When you’re in highschool your friends are akin to family and you feel like they will be with you forever, through thick and thin. And though you still text some of them regularly - Nami and Robin - other friends and acquaintances naturally drifted apart. 

You finished your college education and pursued a master’s degree while working at a prestigious company. Life in Grand Line City is amazing and fulfilling. You have wonderful friends, an active social life and your own place, which you share with your fiancé.

Well… ex-fiancé.

This is actually one of the reasons you are returning home. He’s the son of the owner of the company you worked for and, as you discovered after four years together, a marriage proposal and a shared life, he is a fuckboy.

The signs were always there, really, you just didn’t want to see them.

Another reason for your untimely return is the horse riding accident your father had. He assured you over the phone that he is fine and doesn’t require any help around the house, because his neighbours and friends have been helping him, but you are still worried about him.

He can be strong and very able, heck, he is still in his early fifties, but ever since he lost his arm when he was young, you felt the need to protect him, somehow. And, frankly, the timing could not have been better. You need to get away from the city.

Your mother doesn’t need your company anymore and spends a lot of her time on cruises - where she is at the moment - and you still speak with her every day on the phone, your apartment has become a landfill of hurtful memories and you quit your very promising job on the day you found out about your good-for-nothing boyfriend.

So now, at 25, you are returning to your hometown, your tail between your legs and seeking the care and comfort you know your father can instil in you. You’re still not quite sure what you are going to do with your life moving forward, but for now, all you need is a little rest and relaxation, time with your father to help him heal, and to clear your head.

And definitely, no men to hinder your life!

-*-

Ace:

“Daddy, I’m home!” You call as soon as you open the front door with the key you never took out of your keychain. 

A freckled face with a wide grin pops up from the kitchen. His greasy black hair is sweaty and clings to his face. “Oh, hi, princess, welcome home.” The man walks out of the kitchen, still grinning. He’s only wearing jean shorts and a cowboy hat. 

Your eyes drink him in as if he’s a tall glass of water. Top to bottom and bottom to top. This man is sinful, to say the least. And familiar, somehow… Sweat drips from his glistening pecs towards his sculpted abs and drenching the hem of his shorts.

He leans in the doorframe, one leg lazily crossing over the other, and pops the can of beer open with just one hand, taking a long, lazy gulp while his dark eyes wander all over you. “Like what you see, gorgeous?”

You swallow the lump that formed in your throat and inhale deeply while a crimson flush settles on your cheeks. “And who are you supposed to be?” Good, your voice is still there and not as squeaky as you thought it would be. 

“Your daddy?” He chuckles at your unamused face, finishes the beer with another long gulp and crumples the can, forming a fist while the other hand presses against his heart. “You don’t remember me?” Shaking his head, he feigns a hurt expression. “And here I thought we had something in the past.”

Your confused face must be amusing him because he keeps grinning at you and, damn, how hard is it to stop looking at his sculpted body? It’s just a man! And yet his face is just as interesting… with those sweet sun-kissed freckles and-... oh!

“Ace?” The hat! The freaking cowboy hat and the attitude? Plus, how could you forget those freckles!

He is one of the neighbour’s grandsons. Mr. Garp. You went to school with the youngest, Luffy, and you hung out together quite often so you knew Ace well. He was a little troublemaker but once he hit puberty… you used to sigh and dream about him quite often, him being the older brother of one of your best friends. That was always a trope you were interested in. But then you left and those dreams stayed behind.

“Finally! I was actually getting hurt, you didn’t remember me!” He laughs while you grin back at him. “Can I get a hug?” The smile he gives you makes his freckles move and you blush some more.

“Hell, no. You look disgusting.” You scrunch up your nose feigning repugnance at him because of his sweaty body.

He pouts at you and you actually laugh out loud. “Wish I could say the same for you but, damn.” He looks at you from top to bottom again. You’re dressed in tight jeans and a purple top that shows a lot of cleavage and curves. “You look mighty appetising.”

You blush some more and it’s his turn to laugh out loud as he passes you by and picks up your heavy luggage like it weighs nothing. “Show me the way to your room, princess.” He winks at you and nods his head for you to lead the way.

You start walking towards the stairs and he follows you without putting on any shirt, so you keep your eyes ahead, enjoying the way nothing has actually changed in your childhood home. 

“Where’s my dad?” You ask nonchalantly. “You’d think that after half a year without seeing me, he’d be waiting by the door.” It’s your turn to pout now. 

“He’s fixing the fence outside. One of the bulls broke it and he wanted to mend it himself before any animal escapes.”

“What!?” You suddenly stop while climbing the stairs and Ace bumps into you, his head straight into your ass as you were a few steps ahead. “Ace!”

“I’m sorry!” He apologises as all the bags come crashing down the stairs, one of them opening up and scattering all the contents on the floor. “You just stopped! You gave me zero warning!” His face is as red as yours because you can still feel his face pressed against your bottom, his nose nearly at your core and you are so embarrassed.  “I’ll help you pick this up.”

Ace goes down a few steps and starts to gather your clothes but, as soon as his hands start to pick things up, you realise which suitcase fell and your heart sinks as you  hurry down before he sees it.

“It’s okay! It’s okay, Ace! I’ve got it!” You rush, kneel by his side and your hand reaches at the same time as his but you're too late. 

“Wow.” He mutters. His face is serene, though you can perceive the way his lips are thinning as if he is trying to hold back a smirk. 

“Shut up. Just throw it in the bag and don’t say a word.” You’ve never blushed more in your life than the way you are now. Why, oh why was the bag with your personal items the one that opened up? And why has Ace picked up your vibrator of all the things scattered around?

You are mortified. But he complies without another word, though his smirk returns to his lips. 

Bag filled again and closed, both of you resume your walk up the stairs. Your blush has settled permanently on your cheeks and you know there is nothing to be done about it but own it. You are a grown-ass woman, without a boyfriend, and you aren’t ashamed to say that you like pleasuring yourself. 

“Why is my father mending the fence if he’s supposed to be resting?” You ask, trying to change the subject. 

“Ah well, you see, he is a very stubborn man, so even though the doctor told him to stay in bed and rest, he replied with: ‘Screw you, son, I’m fine and I do what I want.’ and he did just that.” Ace sighs. “I was helping him when you arrived. Your father is fine, as you’ll see for yourself. He just gets a lot of back pain when he’s up for a while and needs to rest more.”

You nod as you make your way through the corridor, glancing at pictures of yourself as a small child and of you and your father wearing smiles and goofy grins. You get your stubbornness from him so you know he can be quite strong-headed.

“Here we are.” You stop at your door and Ace sets down the luggage, his face turning serious.

“Why did you come back?” His dark eyes pierce yours and you can see he’s serious. 

“I…” You struggle to find the right words. “I came back to help dad. I don’t want him to be alone.”

“Bullshit.” His arms cross in front of his bare chest and your brows scrunch together. “Your father is fine, which I’m sure he told you over the phone.”

You sigh. “I was homesick.”

“Bullshit.”

“I wanted to spend more time with my dad and...”

“Bullshit.”

“...with my friends, I’ve missed Nami and...”

“Bullshit.”

“...Robin, and...”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine!” You scream. Your arms cross defensively in front of your own chest and you look away from him as you feel your lower lip start to tremble and your eyes fill with tears. “I caught my fiancé cheating, and I needed a change of scenery.”

The silence that surrounds you both after that is not at all unpleasant and it helps soothe your unshed tears. “Well, it’s his loss, princess. Some men don’t know the difference between pinchbeck and gold.” 

You catch his eyes and he gives you a small smile and a nod with his hat. “I’ll be around. I help your father around the property all the time.” As he reaches the stairs, he stops and stares back at you, a very mischievous grin on his lips. “If you run out of batteries and still feel pent up, give me a call, will you, princess?”

And he was out of your sight before you could reply.

-*-

You take some time settling in your old room, removing old posters and storing your stuffed toys in a box to put in the attic. You consider looking for your father but you aren’t exactly sure where he is. Besides, Ace is probably still with him and you want to avoid him, for now. 

Your teenage self is gleeful and revelling in the attention he has given you today but your adult self keeps reminding you that men are only good at breaking your heart, and nothing else. 

Well… actually men are good for something else… but are you in the mood for some meaningless, rebound sex?

Your mind reminds you of perfectly sculpted, glistening and sweating abs and pecs; a beautiful freckled smile and a silly, goofy attitude. 

Rebound sex doesn’t sound so bad, after all…

“Sweetie? Are you upstairs?”

“Daddy!” You scream as you drop the clothes you were putting in your closet on the bed and rush out the door, jumping down the stairs, two at a time, to hug the red-headed man waiting for you at the bottom. 

“Hey! Here’s my little cowgirl! How are you, bug?” His strong arm envelops you in a tight hug as he plants kisses on your head, forehead and cheeks. 

“Daddy… I’ve missed you.” Your heart clenches against your chest at the security and comfort only Shanks can provide, and tears well up in your eyes again. You purse your lips trying to stifle away the sobs that are clawing at your throat but your father catches on quickly.

“It’s okay, bug, it’s okay. I’ve got you. The asshole doesn’t deserve you, anyway.” 

You had yet to have the opportunity to share with your father what had happened between you and your ex so, if he knows, it was either the work of your mother, or Ace… and your mother is on a cruise.

Either way, it feels good to be back in the safety of your father’s arms. Back in your hometown, back in your house, back in your room. 

What adventures await you, you can’t help but wonder. 

[daisydaphne]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

Characters: these three dumbass.

Warnings: pregnancy mentions, established relationships.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Midoriya Izuku:

• Such a warm heart.

• He literally cried the whole wedding, and afterwards too. He swears that he doesn’t have any tears left to cry but it’s such a lie.

• He’s not that husband material as it is said. Yes, he does everything, but 50% of the things are completely wrong. He cooks! But he breaks the glasses. He also clean the house! But breaks the expensive vase your mother gifted to you.

• Honey, he’s so spoiled. Since you’re an excellent lawyer, you always gift him the best suits and expensive things. He swears he feels bad, but always goes to work saying “this??? Oh, it’s a gift from my wife”.

• Well, it is well known that this man would be a perfect father. It was a mistake, but you got pregnant after 2 years of marriage.

• When you told him the news, he couldn’t stop crying -happy tears- for almost 10 hours. After that, he just bought so many baby items that were imposible to count.

• He truly loves his baby boy. Izuku swears with his heart to protect you and the little boy no matter how. He has never been happier than this.

..

“honey, I think it’s time to have the chat with the baby.. “ Izuku told you unexpectedly. “He needs to know how amazing All Might is!!!”

*.’*

Katsuki Bakugo:

• He is the most loyal/dumbass person you know.

• Since the first day, he knew you would be his wife. Something inside him woke up the moment he saw you.

• He is INDEED a well mannered husband. The first weekend of every month, both of you eat in a 3 star Michelin restaurant just to spend time together.

• Since both are excellent business workers, you always gift him nice items and so does he. He bought a pair of baby shoes, but never told you about it.

• Your baby was planned. Katsuki just wanted to have a family with you, if you were comfy with. You were happy about it, and after 2 months, it happened.

• When you told him the news, it was the first time he cried for so long. He couldn’t believe that he would use that baby shoes for the first time.

• He swears he doesn’t care if it is a baby girl or a baby boy, howeeeeeever, he only buys girly things.

• When he knew it was a baby girl, he felt so proud and now worried of the world.

- -

“Stop being so stubborn! It’s time to grow up, little girl” Katsuki is angry because his little girl just broke his new lamp.

“You are a stubborn with 40 years old!! It’s time to grow up, daddy”

Oh boy, you just had two Katsuki Bakugo in the same fucking house.

*••…••*

Shoto Todoroki:

• He’s kinda chaotic.

• He truly doesn’t know anything about established relationship. His life has been chaotic, but he’s a fast learner.

• He doesn’t know a shit about a calm place and true love, so little by little he’s getting used to. He only wants to be happy by your side.

• He doesn’t care about expensive gift, so please invite him to your place to eat something and watch a movie.

• He realized that he wanted to marry you when he woke up next to you. Something inside him felt right and in peace.

• But kids ???? No, not a chance. That is the opposite of his beliefs.

• However, it was a crazy night and you got pregnant. He was in shock, and left for 2 hours.

• You didn’t know where he went, or what happened during that period. He arrived home with pampers and baby things.

• He knows that he can be better than his dad, just needs a little courage, you know?

- -

“What a surprise, I wasn’t expecting two babies…”

He was truly in shock when he saw two little humans being exactly like him. One baby girl and one baby boy with his eyes fully opened, watching his daddy with excitement.

“I hope I can make both of you happy”.

[ladykibutsuji]

"Treat You Better"

Tsugikuni Brothers x Reader

Chapter 2: The Appearance Of Threat

Yoriichi x Reader x Michikatsu

MODERN AU

A SERIES

WARNING: SWEARING, SEXUAL HARASSMENT

I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE, I GOT IT FROM PINTEREST

TIME 8:00 AM

> NEW INSTAGRAM NOTIFICATION!

You let out a yawn and streched your arms, You then rubbed your eyes and look over to your other side only to find the younger tsugikuni still asleep clinging onto you.

After the event last night, yoriichi offered you to watch a movie with him in order to forget about your failed confession to the older tsugikuni to which you accepted. you fell asleep while watching the movie with yoriichi. So here you are with yoriichi cuddling you while you are half awake.

You smiled at him and patted his head while he was sleeping soundly. You didn't want to wake him up since he looks so peaceful so you slowly and gently reach out to your phone that was not so far away from you.

After you successfully managed to reach out your phone you quickly click on the new Instagram notification.

—

[Mitsuri]

Goodmorning Y/N, I heard about what happened TvT

I feel so bad for what happened! So to cheer up your mood wanna go shopping with me and shinobu-chan later? (•̀ᴗ•́)

[Y/N]

Goodmorning aswell Mitsu, It's been a while since we went shopping together so why not? :)

[Mitsuri]

Yay! ^v^ we will pick you up at your house at 11:00, How does that sound??

[Y/N]

I'm down for it!

—

You gently woke up the sleeping yoriichi who's clinging onto you because you are going to hangout with mitsuri and shinobu in about 3 hours therefore you have to get ready before 11.

"Can't you stay a little longer" Yoriichi whined as you giggled and gave him an apology "Mitsu and Shinobu will be mad at me if I cancel it now"

"that's sad.." he paused and loosen his arms "Are they more important to you than me" he gave you a sad look a deceiving one

You rolled your eyes at him since you knew what he was trying to do, "I'm just kidding" he chuckled at your expression "Have fun with them! I'll give you a ride home if you want" he offered.

You accepted his offer since you wanted to save up your money or maybe to spend more time with him

Yoriichi told you to wait for him downstairs since he is still getting ready for the day so you decided to go to the kitchen to make yourself coffee, you have been in the tsugikuni's mansion a lot of times so you know where all their stuff is placed at atleast most of them

While approaching the kitchen closer you can smell such delicious foods and you assumed that it was their maid cooking but when you peeked over you found the Older Tsugikuni brother in a purple apron cooking breakfast for himself for you

Without even looking at you, he already noticed your presence. "are you just going to stare?"

Due to the events from last night, it was kind of awkward for you to try and respond to him

"I..uh... sorry I'll be leaving" before you could turn around he quickly spoke "You should eat before you start your day, going out with an empty stomach is unpleasant."

'Since when did he care so much?' you thought, "I'm full right n-"

"I insist."

Leaving you with no choice, you just gave in since you know you couldn't win against this man he has too much pride

You sat down in the dining room while kokushibo placed down the foods he just cooked, it was Gruyère, Bacon and Spinach Scrambled Eggs in one plate.

"..Thank you for the food, kokushibo." You expressed while he turned over to you "Michikatsu is fine in private."

You nodded your head while you stared the food for a while 'i wonder how it taste' you thought, you then took a fork and picked up the food by the fork then you put it in your mouth to taste it

'Oh god, this is heavenly'

You expected the food to taste good but not this 'Good'

You looked over to michikatsu who is observing your facial expression in order to tell if his cooking impressed you or not.

"I know that you can cook but not this good, this taste so good!" you expressed while happily eating the food, It was addicting.

Michikatsu smirked knowing that you were impressed by his cooking, He continued on observing you while you were eating it was silent for a few minutes until he finally decided to talk

"Y/N, about last night.."

He caught your attention and you stopped eating, "What about last night?" You asked while there's still food stuffed on your mouth.

"I made a mis-"

"Y/N, The car is ready."

The both of you turned your heads to look at yoriichi with his car keys on his hand.

Michikatsu was mad because he ruined it again but choosed to hide it and just smiled at you.

You thanked michikatsu again for the food and waved him goodbye while he just gave you a nod.

As soon as the both of you got in the car yoriichi quickly asked you out of concern "Are you okay?" you didn't want yoriichi to worried about you so you assured him "Yes I'm fine thank you for asking."

Yoriichi sighed in relief and began to start the car.

After a few minutes of driving and talking, It finally reached your destination so you got out the car and thanked yoriichi.

"you're welcome, Take care of yourself.. I'll see you soon" yoriichi said as he drove off.

You sighed and reached out to your pockets to get your house keys.

You were about to open the door but suddenly you were greeted by someone.

"Y/N CHANNNN!!! I'M SO SORRY FOR BARGING INTO YOUR HOUSE WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION I GOT SO WORRIED" Mitsuri exclaimed, she quickly hugged the (H/C) Woman as soon as she saw her.

"mitsu! God you scared me how did you get in?" She asked as shinobu appeared behind Mitsuri swaying the keys in her fingers.

"You gave me some of your spare keys, remember?" Shinobu answered as she joined the hug making it a 'group hug'

"You guys... Thank you for being concerned but I'm really okay" she assured smiling at both her friends who seem concerned about her well-being, they both pulled away from the hug.

Shinobu then asked "Oh by the way, where were you Y/N chan?"

You didn't answer honestly because you know these two would go wild if they knew you slept over at yoriichi's room. "I just bought some stuff!"

Shinobu tilted her head slightly "oh is that so? But your eyes doesn't say so~", it was impossible to get away from shinobu's sense so you sighed in defeat "I was at yoriichi's."

The both gasped in surprised, "you get it sis! Take the younger brother when the older one doesn't want you!" Said mitsuri who was cheering while shinobu supported mitsuri "Exactly! Yoriichi is the hotter twin anyways"

You facepalmed at their comments, "Alright, alright calm down now you two. I'll get ready and let's go okay?"

Shinobu hummed while mitsuri responded an 'alright!'

IN THE CORP'S MEETING

"We should keep an eye out for The L/N's only Daughter. He will probably be after her" The Master and Head of the organization warned

"How are you so sure master?" The big guy in a black suit with a bead necklace asked.

The Master hummed "Instincts."

The Master then gently took the book from the young white hair girl's hand assumed to be the master's daughter "The L/N's company is close to surpassing that man's company. They are now equal but it seems that the L/N's becoming more successful than that man lately. He might use the only female in their family to retrieve information about her mother's company to cause their downfall." The Master explained.

"We promised protection and alliances with The L/N, we can't let them down and we can't let the corrupted win. So please my children, Do your best." He added as they all bowed their head in respect.

"As you wish Master."

BACK WITH Y/N

You were getting dragged around by mitsuri going on a crazy shopping spree, she was literally buying everything she finds cute while shinobu was trailing behind the both of you.

"LET'S GO THERE!"

"Look shinobu chan! This would suit y/n right? Try it!"

"Shinobu chan! This purple oversize shirt suits you!"

"HURRYYYY~ LET'S GO OVER THERE"

You and shinobu were literally struggling to keep up with the pink head's energy.

"She's so energetic, I'm getting tired" shinobu whined while she was clinging onto your shoulders for support, you handed her a water bottle "here drink this"

She took the water bottle from your hand and drank it, "thank you y/n chan~" she said happily while still tired from all the shopping mitsuri did

After a while of buying Clothes, accessories, jewelries and cute stuff, you decided to treat the girls for lunch and mitsuri ordered a lot Rip your wallet

You were gossiping with the 2 girls and just catching up about your life until shinobu's phone was ringing

"Wait I'll be right back" she said as she got out the restaurant to take the call

"So Y/N chan, what happened between you and yori?" Mitsuri asked while smiling widely

You gave her an embarrassed look "Nothing we just simply watched a movie!"

Mitsuri then came closer to your face "Hmm~ really?" She teased while you were literally red in embarrassment.

"I'm back" Shinobu announced as you and mitsuri turned your head to her, "Mitsu, we need to get going. Master is requesting our presence" she informed while mitsuri saddened since she didn't want to be separated from you just yet

"Y/N chan, thank you for the treat!" Shinobu expressed giving you a smile "I'll be looking forward to hangout with you again! But for now we have to cut this hangout short due to business matters. I'll be seeing you soon! I love ya!" Shinobu added giving you a playful fly kiss while mitsuri waved goodbye at you

"Take care you two!" You said as you watched them walk away in a hurry.

You took a deep breath and continued on eating your food.

After finishing your food, you noticed that it was getting dark outside though it was only afternoon so you assumed that it was going to rain.

However this doesn't stopped you from taking a walk at the nearest park, you wanted peace so you just decided to walk at the park near the mall.

You sat on a small bench watching the sky above you and relaxing.

However there's something wrong

You feel like there someone's watching you

You were quickly distracted out of your thoughts by the rain pouring slowly, so you quickly went to the nearest store to shelter yourself in the meantime. The store you went in was empty only the owner is present which is an elderly lady.

"Good after Ms." The elder greeted, as you greeted her back "Good afternoo-"

You were quickly interrupted by a guy who's about 5'9 entering the store, he harshly opened the door and slammed it hard.

"Oi old lady! Is my order ready?" He asked in a loud voice while the elderly lady sweated and answered him stuttering "i-uh..yes! Please give me a moment to plastic it."

You were annoyed by his unpleasant and disrespectful behavior so you decided to speak up "You should show more respect to elderly people.", He then said a 'Huh' out loud

He turned to look at you "And who the fuck are y-" he stopped speaking when your body features caught his attention. After observing you for a while a smirked was formed on the his lips

"How lucky am I to have run into you here.." he expressed while walking towards you closer, "The fuck are you doing?" You asked in a disgusted tone while looking at him as if he was the worst 'thing' ever created.

"Oi Jaru! Don't touch that lady!" The elderly woman yelled trying to stop the Guy who's approaching you. She fears that guy but she doesn't want you to get hurt so she took the risk.

"shut up old lady!" He yelled still walking towards you while you walked backwards.

You took out your pepper spray from your bag but everything happened so quick you couldn't even spray it to his eyes since he tossed it aside from your hands.

He was too strong for you.

He grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at him, you spat at him so he got mad and slapped you.

You tried to look for the elderly lady but she was nowhere to be seen, did she just abandoned you?

"looking for someone to save you dear?~ too bad no one is here." He said as he forced his lips onto yours, you tried to push him but he clearly overpowered you so you couldn't do anything at all

His tongue forcefully entered your mouth and you took the chance to bite it as hard as you can, he pushed you as roughly as he could causing you to fall down onto the ground while he was screaming in pain

"THAT FUCKING HURTS! YOU BITCH!"

blood was dripping from his mouth and he was clearly in pain, you tried to run away while he was distracted unfortunately he noticed you trying to run away so he grabbed your hair and forced you onto the ground making you grunt in pain

"You fucking bastard! Let me go!" You said trying to free yourself from him, you were literally scratching his hands that grabbed your hair but it was no use.

"Oh~ what a nice ass you have there lady" he smacked your ass and you decided to start yelling for help but it was no use. Nobody was around and the store you were in was empty it was far away from the other stores

"say..are you a virgin?" He asked while gripping onto your ass

"fuck..you"

"I'll take that as a yes, I really hit jackpot this time!" He let out a laugh and hit your ass once again, he was about to start pulling your pants but something caught both of your attentions

"I believe Sexual Harassment can lead to being rotten In prison."

You tried to look at the where the voice came from and when you finally got a view it was a man with black tuxedo, a red tie over a white shirt, black pants and black coat with a red spider Lily design placed on his shoulders, he was pale and was carrying a briefcase.

"Mind your own business!" The guy yelled trying to shoo the Man away.

"The girl is my business." He calmly said as he took something out his Briefcase, "$1,000,000 in exchange you must leave the girl alone."

'a check for $1,000,000? Is he insane?' you thought.

The guy let go of your hair and grabbed the piece of paper out of the Man's hand "I'm finally getting paid for my shit. The girl is yours." He said as he scanned to check if the check was real. It was indeed real.

He left the store laughing like a complete maniac, while you were still sitting in the ground shock and panting from what Just happened.

The man bent over to your height as he put some of your hair behind your ears.

"Poor you..." He gave you a sympathetic look as he stood up offering his hand to help you get up, you took his hand and it was surprisingly soft and you finally managed to stand up properly thanks to his help.

It was still raining heavily outside so he gave you his coat putting it on your shoulders "It's cold outside, I'll take you home Ms."

He escorted you out of the store and immediately opened the door of his Porsche 911 in order for you to not get wet in the rain.

You were in the passenger seat and he was in the driver seat, before he started the car he asked you a question "Where do you live?"

You hesitate to answer at first but then remembered that he saved you from that weirdo "At Taiyō to tsuki hills, street 917". He gave you a nod as he started driving towards the given address.

It was quiet for a while until you decided to speak "Thank you...for saving me from that creep" You expressed while looking down too shy to even look at the man.

"I only did what others would do." He responded, "Because of me your $1,000,000 was wasted. I'm really sorry you didn't have to do th-"

"shh~ a million is nothing to me" he respond while still eyeing the road, He only have one hand on the steering wheel the other was on the hand brake.

You looked over to him slightly and he looked back at you, as soon as you made eye contact you quickly broke it and covered your face. God he's too handsome

"such beauty, it would be a shame if you cover it." He said in a gentle tone.

The sentence he just said made your heart beat faster and your brain go berserk, you were a blushing mess now.

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself." He paused as you finally got the courage to look at him with a straight face.

"My name is Kibutsuji Muzan"

'Kibutsuji Muzan?' his name rang to the walls of your head as you finally recognized him.

He is a famous actor and a child of a famous politician. He came from a very wealthy family, one of the wealthiest in Japan.

But other than that, yoriichi and your mother did mentioned something about "Kibutsuji"

FLASHBACK

(Yoriichi)

You and yoriichi were eating at McDonald's and you noticed him so deep in his thoughts so you decided to ask him about it

"I can see you are thinking about something, spill it out" you demanded as yoriichi looked at you, he took a deep breath preparing to say what's on his mind

"I'm worried you might meet that guy." He paused taking a bite from his burger "If you meet someone with the last name kibutsuji You must stay away at all cost."

(MOTHER)

Back then you were still a clueless kid trying to surprise your mother by hiding however instead of surprising your mother you were the one who got surprised.

"Are you meat riding the kibutsujis you fuckhead?! This isn't a fair game! I had a lot of proof that fucking kibutsuji sabotaged me!"

You were shock at your Mother's language, you haven't seen her so angry like this and for you this is the first time you heard her swear.

END OF FLASHBACK

Remembering what you heard from your mother and what yoriichi told you, The name Kibutsuji is a threat.

However you refused to believe that the man who just saved you a few minutes prior is a threat.

Maybe they were wrong about 'the kibutsuji'

You decided to ignore what yoriichi told you and what you heard from your mother.

After all, you can't just judge a person based on what you heard from other people.

"It's such a pleasure to meet you kibutsuji, I'm L/N Y/N" you said as he responded "The pleasure is all mine Ms. L/N."

After a few more minutes, you finally arrived at your house and the weather have calm down. After getting out the car you decided to ask him if he wants to stay at your house for a dessert just to repay his kindness he showed to you.

"I would love to but sadly, I have a meeting to attend maybe next time?" He said as you nodded.

You exchanged numbers after that he got in his car waving you a goodbye and droved off.

You then looked at your clothes noticing that you forgot to return his coat and he probably forgot to ask for it back so you just decided to return it next time when the both of you meet again.

"What a handsome guy." You expressed while smiling at your own thoughts.

With ???

"my head...did I fainted out of stress?" She asked herself as she rubbed her head gently, trying to remember what happened before she blacked out

"Nope! I knocked you out cold" the elderly lady flinched at the voice, she then looked at the man Infront of her. It was a 6ft tall man with a rare pair of eye colors and blonde hair.

She then observed her surroundings and noticed that she is still in the store's kitchen. "What happened to that lady? She was getting h-"

The blonde guy put a finger into the elderly lady's mouth shushing her "shh~ she's fine now, she's probably with our master!" He said proudly with a wide smile

"who are you?" She asked with hesitation as the man Infront of her chuckled "My name is douma"

"And I am the one who will send you to the after life."

BANG

???'s POV

I could hear the loud gunshot from the store, that dumbass douma actually killed the elderly lady.

What did I expect? He literally kills everyone he finds annoying even if it's not part of the mission assigned to us.

I was approaching closer to the dark valley where the supposed meet-up is.

As I approached the dark valley a guy called out to me "Oi! Are you one of that man's dogs?"

This must be him.

"are you the one he sent over to that girl?" I asked.

"Oh that girl? Yeah! Damn I wish I could of have atleast took her virginity before that little girl escapes, God she was really pretty and she had that captivating type of body too!"

These kind of man disgusts me.

I wish he would just dropped dead.

"the money is here" I dropped the bag I was holding Infront of him, I watched him open the bag as he scanned the money.

"That guy is really rich huh!"

I just stared at him with disgust.

"Do you believe in the afterlife?", He looked at me and responded "Are you a shithead? How am I supposed to know I haven't even died"

"Cool, because you are about to experience it now" I shoot his penis first and watched him screamed in pain

Disgusting men like him deserves this kind of punishment before dying.

"SHIT HEAD FUCKKK THAT HURTS YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU HOPE YOU DIE FUCKING SHIT I'LL CURSE YOUR NAME EVEN IF I'M DEAD"

He kept cussing at me but I couldn't care less.

"you don't even know my name." I looked at him like he was a pathetic piece of shit "But since I'm feeling nice enough today I'll give you my name, I'm akaza."

BANG

END OF CHAPTER

OFF-SCREEN

• Michikatsu was trying to call you the whole time but he didn't realize that your phone was on mute

• Akaza didn't like the idea of men harassing women and making them uncomfortable, he is fully against it.

• Kibutsuji and L/N are Family rivals / Business competitors

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Eyes for the Geezer

Main masterlist

Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

Part 1 // part 3

Part 2

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Everything was going great,Wyatt was laughing at his dad's joke. You were chatting up with Beth sipping some cheap wine,All four of y'all were being peaceful with each other and you liked it. You liked being a part of things like this.You like feeling included instead of being left out.

You can get used to this.

That's until Wyatt's phone went off and it was like the whole energy in the room shifted.

Wyatt started up an old argument from years ago which caused a yelling battle in front of his parents.

Was it embarrassing?

Yes.

Was Wyatt being an asshole?

Definitely.

Wyatt did the most childish he can ever possibly do

He

Left

Without

You!

You gotta be fucking kidding me! What were you supposed to do now ,you can't just stay in someone's house that you barely knew.

Eddie felt terribly bad that Wyatt was being a dick to you.

But he did get to have you at this house, so that was a bonus.

Eddie didn't want to take you back to the hotel so he made up an excuse saying he was very tired and and maybe you and Wyatt needed some space from each other so he let you sleep in their guest bedroom for tonight . Eddie went to go get the room cleaned up for you like a good man he was.

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On the other hand Beth was already pissed that her son left a woman in her house she barely knew. Which was understandable But you were too tired to even care about what she said.

You just needed Eddie to hurry up with the room .

Maybe some good sleep would help you but tomorrow you needed to go talk to Wyatt and sort things out with him.

You love him and you weren't going to let a little fight get between the both of you.

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Eddie lays out a new sheet on the bed for you as he Puffs up your pillows for your pretty little head. He wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He thought to himself for a second.

Would it be wired for him to turn on the cameras that were in the guest room?

Yes,yes it would. but hey no one had to know.

He just wanted the camera on so he could keep an eye on you and to make sure you were okay and safe.

He just wanted to make sure his guest was comfortable.

Yeah keep on telling that lie to yourself munson.

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Eddie heads downstairs after he got his camera to turn on making sure that he could see the video footage on his phone.

He swears he's just doing it to check up on you.

That's all.

"Hey y/n the room is all yours now." Eddie said as he led you upstairs.

"Thank you Eddie this means Alot,sorry about the whole argument that me and Wyatt got into . I swear we were okay till now. I don't know what got into him." You apologize putting your purse down on the Queen size bed slipping your coat off from your tired body.

Oh,if only you knew what he knew.

"Don't apologize sweetie,it wasn't your fault. Wyatt can be an ass sometimes,but he gets that from his mom." Eddie said, leaning against the door of the guest room. You giggle at Eddie's little comment about Wyatt.

"No but seriously don't feel bad."

"I know but I can't help it , I didn't want to be a disturbance to your family the first time I meet y'all." You sit at the edge of the bed taking off your beat up boots.

Eddie eyed you as you leaned down to take your boots off, he caught a glimpse of your perky breasts from the opening of your shirt. He shifted his legs leaning on the other foot quickly pulling the crock of his pants away to his already hard bulge.

Fuck him for getting old and getting hard so quickly.

"You're not a disturbance y/n."

"That's not what your wife thinks." You tell Eddie as you look up at him.

You were right,but Beth hates everyone. It was normal.

"Yeah well ,this isn't her house it's mine so you're allowed to stay here as long as you please." Eddie told you to put a smile on your face.

God you had such pretty lips with a pretty smile.

He was just about to say fuck the plan so he could feel your lips on his.

Take a deep breath Eddie not yet.

"That's very kind of you Eddie thank you" You tell him

"No problem sweetheart, we're friends now and friends help out friends." He applied as he backed out the door.

"WAIT EDDIE."' you said as he turned his head back into your view.

"Yes?'

"Do you have anything to wear I don't feel like sleeping in my jeans tonight." You asked, biting your bottom lip.

"Uh yeah let me check I'll be right back."

"THANK YOU!" You yell down the hall as he quickly jogs to his only to see Beth already in bed flipping through the channel on the tv.

"What did she want to know?" Beth asked as her eyes were still on the tv.

"She needs some clothes to sleep in so I'm checking your draw real quick." Eddie said as he opened the drawer tossing clothes out of her drawer not caring if he was making a mess.

"You gotta be fucken kidding me ,first she fights with our son then she stays the night and now you're letting her wear my clothes. Are you serious right now Edward?" She asked as Eddie van heard the venom in her words.

"For fucks sakes Elizabeth she didn't start shit with Wyatt he's just an ass and she can stay here as long as she wants, fuck she can maybe move in if she wanted for all I care, and lastly This is my house not yours." Eddie slamming the dresser drawer.

"And you know what she doesn't need your clothes I'll just let her use mine." Eddie stomped into his shared closet looking through his clothes looking for a big shirt since he didn't have pants to give you. He pulls out one of his old work flannels as he storms out of his bedroom knocking at the guest room you were in .

"Hey so funny story, Beth did want me to give you any of her clothes so I found an old flannel of mine because I did NOT have pants for you, so you can just button it up and pray to God that it will cover your body." He let out an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, no that's okay I'm perfectly fine with that.Thank you." You take the flannel out from Eddie's hands.

He felt the coldness of the tip of your finger on his palm as you grabbed the flannel from him.

Yeah okay that he needed to get out of there IMMEDIATELY.

"Well okay I'm gonna go lay down if you need anything I mean anything just knock on our door and let me know."

"Alrighty Eddie thank you goodnight." You tell him as you let a tired yawn out stretching out your arms.

"Good night sweetie." Eddie left and quickly ran into his room entering his bathroom not caring what Beth was complaining about now. He locked the door behind him quickly pulling out his phone as he pressed on his home security cameras.

Eddie didn't feel one bit of guilt as he slid down his pants to his ankles as he set his phone on the toilet top hovering his cock over the toilet bow as he watched you take off your top.

Eddie took his length into his own hands as he teased himself slowly starting at the tip of his leaking cock.he looks back at his phone as he sees you throwing your shirt on he bed,from the view he had he saw how your tits jiggle at every movement you made.he could see you reaching down to undo your pants he teases the tip as he smears his fluids all around his leaking tip as he grabs his ball with his other hand massaging them with his finger.He bites down on his lip trying to keep quiet as his wife is in the other room.you dropped your pants to floor bending down as he sees a perfect views of your round ass. Eddie strokes himself as he could ear the wet sounds of his hand meeting his cock .He closed his eyes for a second imagining your kneeling down in front of his while he strokes himself, he really wanted to cum in your mouth but also on your tits or wait! maybe on your ass or even better inside if you he wondered how tight you would be and if you would giggle while he slips his cock into your tight Young pussy. His thoughts got so wrapped up in his head he forgot that he was watching you. Eddie opens his eyes only to see that you are done and ready for bed as he sees you snuggling up with one of the pillows.

Fuck!

He had to go back to using his imagination as he jerks himself one last time letting out a low grunt as his hot white cum shoots into the toilet and all over his hand and balls. He rides out his orgasms slowly setting down his sensitive balls.he grabs some toilet paper to clean himself up , he hisses as he whips off his cum from his sensitive soft cock.

Did he just jerk off to his son's girlfriend and feel no guilt whatsoever?

Hell yes he did.

He was growing impatient all he needed was for Wyatt to fuck up so he he can move along to the next step. He is Lucky that Wyatt and you are here for a couple more days that will definitely be more time for things to unravel.

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Eddie laid in his bed that night with his wife in his arms he thought about you and How pretty you were when he first saw pictures of you and How nice and sweet you were when he met you and how sexy you were when you were changing. He smiled at the thought of getting to taste you very soon.

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you lay in the bed but you couldn't get the thought out of your head of Eddie watching you while you slept.

A smile creeped up on your face as you watched the red light blink from above your bed.

Oh if only he knew that you could see the bright blinking red button.

He was a pretty face with no brains.

You went to sleep with a uncomfortable aching feeling between your legs.

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"Hey y/n sweetie it's time to wake up,I made you pancakes"Eddie looks down at the plate.",well kind of I burnt them so ego's it was." Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at you and your sudden movement but you weren't waking up when he set the plate down on the dresser and he moved your hair out of your face. You looked Peaceful a little too peaceful, your skin was glowing in the early morning sunlight and your plumped lips squished together by the pillow in your cheek he giggled a bit on how your hair looks and the way it was sticking up, his thick fingers caress your cheek whispering for you to wake up. He heard you your little whines as you slowly stirred awake opening your eyes as you got a glimpse of Eddie, but your fist were too fast before you could stop yourself as you punched him in the face.

Eddie yelps In shock and in pain as he stumbles back.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!?" Eddie asked as he viciously rubbed his cheek.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I AM SO FUCKEN SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN THAT, YOU JUST SCARED ME AND MY BODY REACTED BEFORE I COULD I'M SO SO SORRY EDDIE." you say as you get out of the bed not even caring if you're wearing pants or not all you wanted to do was just help him.

"Well at least I know you can defend yourself." Eddie chuckled nervously as he saw you get out from the bed getting a glimpse of your naked legs.

"I am so sorry, come on, I'll help you downstairs." You grabbed Eddie's hand slowly but quickly walking him down the stairs.

"Hey I'm hurt, I'm not that old I can walk down the stairs perfectly fine." He didn't mind, actually he thought it was pretty cute for you to take care of him.

"Yeah I know but it would make me feel way much better." You sit Eddie down on the chair as you open up the freezer looking through it to find an ice pack or ice at this point.

"It's on the side door bottom shelf." Eddie said as you lookback thanking him.Eddie eyes roamed your body as he got a glimpse of your black cotton panties as you bent down.

Shit you might need to take care of something else for him too.

Quick it Munson, STOP BEING A PERV.

You grabbed a paper towel as you wrapped it around the ice pack not wanting to put it directly on his eye . Eddie hisses at the coldness pressing on to his pulsing red eye.

"Sorry." You say As you hold it there for a second. You couldn't help but notice as your eyes roamed his chest that he had more tattoos but you couldn't make out what they were.

"Hey, my eye is up here." Eddie told you as you let out a nervous giggle.

Eddie grabbed onto your hand that was holding the ice pack as he slowly moved it from his eye replacing your hand with his.

"Hey I got it from here how about you go upstairs and eat your breakfast and maybe" he looks you up and down."put some pants on please."

You look down at your bare legs as you back away from him.

"Yeah you're probably right thank you Eddie, and I'm very sorry."

"Hey, it's all right it was an accident." He told you as he put his hand on your shoulder.

You nod your head as you quickly walk out of the dining room almost tripping as you turned back around to ask Eddie something.

"Hey by the way is it okay if you can drop me off at the hotel once I'm done." You asked .

"If my eye is still attached, yes I don't mind." He joked looking up at your nervous face.

"Hey Im fucking around, I don't mind."

"Yeah I knew that , thank you Eddie." You ran up the stairs.

"NO PROBLEM SWEETIE!" he yelled.

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"Hey you ready doll?" Eddie asked swinging his keys in his hands.

"yup I'm coming." You walked down the stairs In your outfit you had on from yesterday.

Eddie opens the door letting you go out first as the gentleman he is .

You wait for Eddie to Lock the door so he can point to which car yall were taking, but instead he goes to the garage putting the code in the pad.

The garage door opens up as Eddie passes you a helmet.

"what's this for." You looked confused

"we, sweetie are taking my bike instead, it is way to hot out here." Eddie drags out his huge two seater motorcycle.

"holy shit is that a BMW R1250 RT !" You asked really as you put the helmet on your head.

Eddie looked back at you with a smirked on his face,he likes how intrigued you were .

"Yeah! how did you know." He was shocked to know you knew about bikes not that it was a bad thing it's just that beth and Wyatt would get annoyed when he would bring up his bike in conversations he thought it was pretty cool if you to know he felt his cheeks heat up looking at you as your eyes roamed his bike.

"It been a dream of mine to get one but Wyatt said it was too dangerous for me." You happily put on the helmet as you do a little dance of excitement.

God could you get any more fucken hotter.

"HA, well look at that beth said the same thing , I haven't took this baby out in while cause of her." Eddie drags his bike out into the street puts on his helmet, Eddie throws his leg over his bike as he starts up the engine hearing the loud sound roar of the Motorcycle.

You get all excited as Eddie lends his hand out telling you to get on.

"Hold on tight babe, don't want you pretty self getting hurt." Eddie said over the loud noises of the bike.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie feeling how big and stiff his torso really was you swear you could feel abs under his jacket. As Eddie takes off you lean your head onto his shoulder feeling the hard wind breeze on your neck.

Eddie could stop his smiling under his helmet as he could hear you humming and giggling . He could feel your arms tighten around him as your hands dangled above his croch.

It is the wrong time for him to be getting hard.

Eddie let his thoughts flow as he try's to get him mind off of his uncomfortable bulge.

He can hear your little gigglea of excitement from behind him. He thought it was so adorable on how you were reacting.

How can Wyatt be so cruel to someone so innocent and sweet?

.

.

You arrive at the hotel. Eddie parks his bike taking off his helmet. His hair looked funny as it stuck to his tatted neck . You could help but giggle as you see Eddie putting his hair up into a bun.Eddie turns around sticking his tounge out at you as you shook your head.

You and eddie turn your heads when you hear one of the hotel room doors open and a blonde tall woman walks out while she pulls down her red skimpy dress but right behind her is Wyatt as he grabs her by the back if her neck smashing his lips into hers

Your smile drops as you stare up at the scene in front of you.

You couldn't believe it.

Before Wyatt can look down at you and eddie, Eddie turns his body to make sure Wyatt can't see you

"Sweetheart, look at me please." Eddie asked as he could hear the small cry coming from your whining lips .

"Can you just please take me somewhere else?" You asked not looking up at him as you play with the end of your shirt.

Eddie kisses your head starting up his bike as he makes eye contact with his son.

He smirks up at Wyatt taking off to the closest diner.

.

The waitress sits you and Eddie at a booth. Eddie puts his big hand over you hand caressing your knuckles between his fingers.

He sees you as you start to cry he quickly gets up from his side scooting into your side as he takes your body into his arms.

"Shh it's okay baby I got you, let it out pretty girl." He says as he rubs your arms and back kissing your forehead your head he tries to comfort you as much as he can but he's not very good at that.

"I'm so mad at him ,I trusted him, why would he do that to me." You say as you can feel your hot tears running down your cheek Eddie wipes them away with his thumb looking at you with all the sadness in his big brown eyes.

Eddie didn't like it but either. Yeah he wanted his own son to fuck up . but that's because he wanted him to show you how he really was and that he wasn't faithful and he never loved you from the start .

Wyatt was Just like his mom when he found out that beth was still sleeping with Steve her ex-boyfriend not just any guy named Steve but Steve Harrington the guy that he thought was his friend.

But for all he cares Steve can keep her he just hopes that Nancy know About her husbands and Beth's little affair they have going on Steve owns Nancy at least that.

But besides that he wasn't going to stick around and watch poor little you get your feelings hurt or watch him get fucked over by the same woman.

"Y/n?

"Yes Eddie?"

"Would you like to take up an offer ?"

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Imagine with a Reader who literally have many dogs like their house is literally full of dogs and puppy??imagine Chuuya decide to visit his s/o then he saw many dogs

anon you are an absolute genius

The Man and the Puppies

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: Chuuya is a dog lover and you're a dog owner, and he finally gets to meet all of your puppies.

♡ wc: 838

♡ cw: Dogs (duh lol), swearing, Chuuya and reader are in an established relationship.

note: I HAD TO DO THIS OKAY?? CHUUYA IS THE ONLY DOG PERSON IN THIS SHOW. I have two puppies and I think he would love them and treat them super well :') As always apologies for errors and please enjoy!

"Holy shit..."

You were half-expecting such a reaction from your boyfriend, but the sheer amount of joy and wonder in his eyes drew a smile out of you. For a while now, you'd impatiently been awaiting the day where you would introduce Chuuya to your dogs (of which there were...many), knowing how he had such a sweet soft spot for the animal. The often suave and collected Chuuya had been excited like a child on the way to your place, asking about breeds, names, ages and just about every other detail you could provide. It was truly adorable how eager he was to meet your puppies.

Chuuya stepped into your home, so enamoured with your pets that he almost forgot to close the door. You knelt down to give pats and attention to the dogs that ran up to you in excitement to hop on you and lick your face. Your partner blithely observed as you interacted with your beloved pets, until he noticed a petite white Maltese leave the small crowd before you and approach him, staring up at him curiously.

"Hey there, tiny," Chuuya knelt down and locked eyes with the puppy. "How're you?" The dog leaped up and pawed at his chest, and Chuuya scooped her up in his arms before seating himself on the floor. She wasted no time in befriending him- that is to say, licking his face.

"I guess she likes you," You smiled. "She doesn't usually behave so friendly around new people."

"Is that right?" he asked, grinning down at her. "She's a beauty, for sure."

"She's one of the younger ones," you explained. Another one of your dogs, a brown and white bulldog, wandered up to you and took a seat next to you. You reached over and rubbed his head. "Hey, buddy! This is Chuuya! Say hi!" Obviously, he didn't say anything, but he did cast his large black eyes towards the redhead holding his sister.

"What's he like?" Chuuya asked, watching the bulldog.

"He's just a lazy little guy," you grinned affectionately at the dog. "He loves to have his tummy rubbed, don'tcha, fella?" As if he knew what was coming next, the bulldog slowly rolled over onto his back, to be met with a barrage of scratches to his stomach. He stretched out his small arms as you did so. Chuuya watched with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Do you all want tummy rubs?" You continued, reaching out to scratch another one of your dogs' stomachs. "Come on, all of you!"

"You're so cute with your dogs, hon," Chuuya beamed. "I'm almost jealous."

"Don't worry, Chuu, you're still my favourite," you turned back to him jokingly. "Now that you've met my puppies, though, you're obliged to help me take care of them and give them your attention, too."

"Alright, then. What's that entail?"

"Well, you're their daddy now. You need to help me feed them, clean up their shit, and play with them and give them little kisses on their tiny heads."

"That's fine..." he replied, still admiring you in your sea of dogs. It almost appeared as if they were your children, in a way. Chuuya wondered how it would be if the two of you did have a kid, but quickly brushed off the thought. "I'm not gonna be around all the time though."

"Just move in with me," you shrugged. "It's not that hard."

"No, you move in with me. My place is bigger. It'll fit all the dogs." Chuuya had just been going with the flow of the conversation, so he didn't actually realise the implication of what he'd said until you glanced at him, your expression sincere.

"...you want me to move into your place?" You asked, softly. "...and the dogs too? Like, you're actually willing to help me take care of them? I was only kidding when I said you were obliged to help me-"

"Y/N," he interrupted, firmly. "First of all, I fuckin' love dogs." You chuckled. "More importantly, I fuckin' love you. I'd be so happy if you moved in with me, and if you bought your dogs along. It'd be great to come home to see you and them every day. It'd be like..." Chuuya glanced down at the Maltese in his arms and traced a finger over her head, "...kinda like having a little family of my own. But that's only if you wanna move in with me, I mean."

"...Chuuya..." You reached out and took his gloved hand in your own, a genuine smile across your face. "You sappy bastard, of course I wanna move in with you."

Chuuya let out a small laugh. "And the dogs?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll bring them too," you huffed, ironically. He laughed once more, before leaning over to press his lips to your cheek.

"Love you, babe."

"I love you too, Chuuya." you sighed. The puppy in Chuuya's arms suddenly yapped, catching the attention of the both of you. "Hey, she says 'I love you', too!"

Well that got mushier than I thought it would! Shout out to my dogs I love them with all my heart 🌸 they actually helped me write this they were my beta readers

[cherryinsalemverse]

Batmom!Reader x Batfam

Summary: It is a fic inspired by that one youtube playlist. Wordcount: 1136 Warnings: I do NOT own anything in this fic! The characters nor the playlist! But please check the playlist it is awesome! Also this is my first fic and English is not my mother tongue. I'm sorry for every grammar mistake I made. Please enjoy.

 You wanted to believe that it was a joke. You wanted to believe that he made it in time. That Jason was still alive. You wanted to, with every cell in your body. Yet you knew. Bruce would never lie to you. He would never make a joke that would hurt you. 

The news crushed your heart into million pieces, it crushed your life apart too. At first, you were angry at yourself. You knew the second Jason was the new Robin. You knew you should have prevented it. Instead of helping him to be a better fighter to protect himself, you should have protected him from his choices. He was just a kid. Your kid. With or without blood.

You loved Jason as much as you loved Dick. Definitely more than yourself and maybe more than Bruce too. And it saddened you the moment he told you, you were not his 'mom'. You knew it was the heat of the argument. You both got louder and louder and being stubborn none of you took a step back. He screamed.

"You can't just try to push yourself into my life! I fucking hate you! Stay away from me, you're not even my mom for fucks sake. You're just a pretend, playing house with Bruce!"

If you checked on him that night -when he left home- if you reached out to him instead of drowning in your own pain maybe you wouldn't be burning in a much stronger sorrow now. Because damn it hurt, it hurt you so much what he said to you. You tried to let it pass. 'He is a kid, he doesn't mean it.' But it didn't pass, it didn't get better. It only got worse the more time passed. His last words were ringing in your ears.

 His leaving was like a knife through your chest. You knew you would never feel better till you find him. You told yourself that you would talk with him and let him go if he still wouldn't want to be your boy. Your sweet boy. As long as he was safe, you would accept anything. But the knife through your chest only went deeper with time and pierced your heart when you learned he was long gone.

Time would heal any wound they said. Your wound only bled more. Dick was there for you. And Tim after him. Bruce was distancing himself. You couldn't help him then. Couldn't find the words in you to take him out of his guilt. No. Because once you got out of blaming yourself, you blamed him. It was his idea in the first place to take children to fight. It was him who couldn't protect your little angel. It was him who couldn't find him in time, get to him in time. Let him die and perish in the hands of a criminal who got away with way too much death. And it drove you nuts when he didn't avenge your son. How could he, let the man loose and alive after all that happened.

At last, you blamed the man himself. The clown that haunted your dreams. The Joker. That bastard was the real one you should blame. And you did indeed. You swear on your life that you would take down him even if you had to go down as well. You were not one to break her promises. 

Parting your way from Bruce, you suit up as the Scarlet. Lady Death, The Rednight. You didn't care about others than the Joker. As long as they were not connected you made alliances with the rest of the villains even. You needed resources of income and intel since Bruce was onto your back. At every chance, you got a hold of Joker he was there to save him from you. But you made it after much spent time. Learned from your mistakes and got yourself a chance to keep your promise. You tracked the bastard once he was out of Arkham. 

"Did you miss me mama bird?" said Joker once you took off the sack on his head. His hands were tied at his sides open. Bones were broken on both of his arms as well as his kneecaps. You didn't want to kill him just yet, he didn't deserve a peaceful death. No. Just like the video he sent, he was gonna be broken down in every way possible. Yet he was laughing. You placed your gun in his mouth not caring to answer. He was seeing this as a play. You were not.

The window of the warehouse broke down when Bruce came in, in his Batman costume. You didn't flinch, way too used to his schemes. You took out your other gun and pointed at him.

"Scarlet, drop your guns." his tone was like steel. "Be reasonable, killing him won't change anything." You bent your head to the side slightly.

"You have no idea just how reasonable I've been," you said. "He took my boy and if you can't take him out, Batman, I can." you opened the safety of the gun which you were pointing at Bruce.

"You don't understand. I don't think you've ever understood." he shook his head taking a step towards you. "You're putting the city in danger, letting those hell creatures loose."

You shot the wall next to him, barely missing one of his arms. "Sending those creatures after her instead of myself was mercy." he stopped midstep. You knew with Bruce's protection Harley was safe. For now. "And despite your hypocrisies and insults, I begged you to safely get out of my way." 

You turned your head to the Joker, ready to pull the trigger.

"No! God almighty. No. It'd be too damned easy." Bruce called out to you. 

"All I ever wanted to do was kill him. A day doesn't go by when I don't think about subjecting him to every horrendous torture he has dealt out to others. And then end him."

"Then end him. Let's end this here, tonight. I missed you, I missed my boys." your voice was close to a whisper. 

"But if I do that, if I allow myself to go down in that place I'll never come back." he took another step toward you, hands reached out.

"You've exhausted my patience. But I do hope you understand. And even now what's about to happen." you turned your head sharp to him, your teary eyes glowing with the moonlight with something like madness in them. You shot towards his leg. Bruces dodged the bullet with a somersault. Now being much closer to you.

"I won't miss one more time." you took your other gun out of Joker's mouth. The man started to giggle. 

" This is me being reasonable." you pulled the trigger.

[krabkrab-wontshutup]

Just gonna stick the script im working on for an mcd rewrite here. its very long, almost 1200 words, so be warned!!

[Aphmau wobbles through the forest, and we see her in front of the entrance to a village, though its a little ways away. it’s in bad condition — but so is she. She’s bleeding from a wound on her side.]

APHMAU

Just… a little—

[she falls to the ground and passes out.]

[some time goes by, and two shadows are suddenly over her.]

GUARD ONE (garroth)

Zenix, what did you do?

ZENIX

Nothing, sir Garroth! I swear, I just found her like this!!

GARROTH

She doesn’t seem like a threat… but —

[Garroth kneels at her side, and carefully turns her on her back]

She’s wounded, but breathing. And she looks exhausted, she must have been walking for a while. Give me your cape.

ZENIX

What?? No, I just got this-

[Garroth rips the cape off Zenix’s back]

GARROTH

It wasn’t a request. I’m going to bandage her up. Carry her.

ZENIX

Wait, we’re taking her? to the village?!

GARROTH

We’re not leaving a defenseless girl to fend for herself in the wild!

ZENIX

You have got to be kidding me-

[Garroth glares daggers at his apprentice. Zenix’s eyes glimmer red.]

-Listen. With all due respect, Sir Garroth, Please;

hear me out. We're bringing an outsider into the village. With everything going on, do you think the people are going to keep listening to you? They're already blaming you for the death of our lord.

[Garroth stands up, looking like he’s about to smack Zenix in the face.]

GARROTH

There was NOTHING I could do abou-

[Zenix flinches]

(sigh)

…I did everything I could. The least I can do now is ensure that nobody else dies.

[Garroth walks towards the forest, before looking back at Zenix, who is kneeling down to pick up the defenseless girl]

GARROTH

We will talk more about the village situation later. Right now let's get this maiden to safety. Now, let's move.

ZENIX(whisper)

i hope you know what you’re doing, sir Garroth

[A pan-over of the very small, worn down village.]

CAPTION

The small, peaceful village of Phoenix Drop had recently lost its lord in a terrible fire. After that, many villagers moved out. The village still held strong without a lord, however.

Well, somewhat strong.

[Aphmau lays in a bed, her wounds bandaged properly now. as her eyes open, two people converse at the foot of her bed]

GARROTH

What I mean to say is, Thank you for still trusting me, Donna.

[He clasps his hand together. the woman he’s speaking to glances at Aphmau, noticing her eyes are open, and sighs.]

DONNA

Garroth, the people are losing faith in you.

GARROTH(not a whisper, but quiet)

I know.

DONNA

This village cannot exist without a proper ruler, so unless you yourself want to become the Lord-

GARROTH

I don’t want that!

…I’m sorry. Can you care for her for now?

[Donna smiles]

DONNA

My pleasure.

[Garroth exits, and Donna sits down next to the bed.]

He’s gone now. Come on, sit up.

[Aphmau slowly sits up, and makes eye contact with Donna for a moment.]

You ain't gotta be afraid of me. I'm probably less intimidating than a big ol' man in armor holding a giant sword. What's your name?

APHMAU

…

DONNA(insisting)

Where are you from?

…Cat got your tongue?

APHMAU

I-

I don’t want to talk about it.

[this startles Donna for a second. She stands up, and fetches aphmau a bowl of soup]

DONNA

…Alright. You know, It's not important you remember who you are. Well, at least not in this day and age.

Hell, it's all about the name you make up for yourself, you know?

Eat up, there's plenty more.

[Aphmau carefully takes a sip of the soup. Her eyes light up, and she eats happily.]

I ran away from my momma's house some time ago to become a merchant. Only moved here a few months ago.

Heck if I'm lookin' back on the past! So, my opinion? No need for one!

APHMAU

…My name is Aphmau. Aphmau… Eostre.

DONNA

(chuckle)

It’s a start. I’m Donna.

[The two shake hands.]

Your eyes… Are you from Fu’kui?

APHMAU

No, but my mother was.

DONNA

Interesting. You know, I'm not as worldly but a good friend of mine who is.. is in town right now for a bit. I was gonna go talk to him anyway, but if you wanna come with me you can. you need some fresh air?

[Outside, Aphmau notices the dead fields]

APHMAU

The crops are barren…

Why is that?

DONNA

‘s a long story. But basically, this town is dying.. Heck, lots’a towns are. Merchants say rumor has it things ain't been right with the world lately. That's not my concern. Ain't a guard or Lord to give two bull corns about it.

APHMAU

…Lord?

DONNA

Glue of any village. Person who keeps things together with their guards. In fact, the Lord of this village recently died.. most people you talk to here will probably be leaving soon.

APHMAU

Oh…

[They enter the village square.]

DONNA

Visher!

VISHER

Donna! Good to see you!

[She rushes over and they hug.]

VISHER

So is this the village you settle?

DONNA

(laughs) Not a chance!

VISHER

I heard everything going on from this lad here.

[He gestures to a young man in a suit of armor, with dyed blue leather straps, and a blue cape]

DONNA

Hey, Brian. Sorry your dad's drunk again.

BRIAN

At least sir Dale is only an idiot when he drinks.

DONNA

Well look at you, calling your dad 'sir'! You're gonna make a fine full-fledged guard someday Brian.

BRIAN

Th-Thank you, m'lady.

DONNA

oh! Visher! Take a look at my friend here. She’s new ‘round town, and I was hoping you could give her some advice about the world and all that.

VISHER

Donna, why you asking me when I'm simply a merchant? Don't this village have a decently known librarian you can ask?

DONNA

Oh right, the crazy one obsessed with the matron.. Heh. Gosh, it slipped my mind..! Mostly because she's a bit-

VISHER

AH- D-Donna! there are children about!

[He gestures again to Brian, who crosses his arms.]

BRIAN

I'm 16!

VISHER

Oh. ..Then uh, eat your vegetable more, kid. Trust me. But Donna, really, what advice can I give a girl who I don’t know?

DONNA

Well, that’s just the thing, I hardly know her either. She ain't talkin’ about her past.

(whisper) I think somethin’ bad happened to her.

VISHER

Oh no, come here poor girl..!

[He hugs Aphmau tightly, even lifting her off the ground for a moment.]

Hm… You need new clothes! Your shirt is all torn- (laughs) Wait here, sweetie. Uncle Visher will grab you the best garb I have.

[He goes through his wares and presents Aphmau with a change of clothes, which she puts on.]

DONNA

Wow, Visher! You don’t even give me clothes for free.

VISHER

I would never hear the end of it from my wife if I did not help a lady in need.

DONNA

(laughs) Merida is a good woman.

[marvelmaniac715]

This is a new au that asks the question: what if the twins were born slightly later? In this au, the twins are six years old, and both parents are there, but there’s a catch - Chucky’s in Nica’s body, and sometimes the twins are babysat by their Auntie Nica whenever their Dad takes a ‘nap’. I just thought it would be interesting, and it’s slightly inspired by a fic I saw on ao3 where Chucky gets pregnant in Nica’s body (I think it was called ‘Crazy Love’? Anyway I recommend it). Nica isn’t in this particular fic, but if I expand this au she might be. With all that out of the way along with my standard disclaimer that goes in front of all the fics where the twins are kids (he/him pronouns for Glen and she/her pronouns for Glenda) - enjoy :).

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Chucky considered himself to be a decent dad. He didn’t want to kill children anymore (not young ones at least, teenagers were still on his list as an okay age demographic to kill) and his approach to parenting was fairly laidback (he let his kids swear and watch scary movies, but only Glenda took advantage of these privileges). Every summer he’d barbecue by the pool in a pair of shorts, and he fully intended to murder the twins’ first romantic partners. By all accounts he was a pretty normal father, except for one small thing - he was a retired serial killer in a woman’s body.

Despite this, he and the kids got along fine. Sure, there were a few jokes made by Glen about being the ‘man of the house’, but Chucky quickly settled that by handing his son their latest bill and asking him to pay it since he was in charge. The six year old immediately gave in.

There was just one part of suburban life that Chucky detested, and that was school pickup. Tiffany worked a lot (personally he didn’t think she could act, but somehow his wife pulled it off) so Chucky always had to pick up the twins from school. And that’s where he encountered the PTA moms. They were convinced that he was transgender (was he? He didn’t quite know what he was considering the circumstances) and a lot of the PTA moms were really transphobic (if he was called ‘Charlotte’ one more time he was going to scream). Luckily, as soon as the twins realised that he felt uncomfortable when he was called a woman, they began fiercely telling the PTA parents that they already had a Mommy, and that this was their Daddy.

After a few repetitions of this and one incident where his darling daughter Glenda bit a transphobe on the arm, he had no more problems. But of course, after such a long period of peace, there had to be some sort of trouble, and that came around Mother’s Day. Chucky always tried to avoid leaving the house on that day, but ‘Jennifer Tilly’ had to be at a red carpet premiere, so the duty to actually parent their children fell to him yet again.

This year there was a new teacher at Glen and Glenda’s school - a teacher who didn’t know about their… unique living situation. When the twins came rushing out school to breathlessly tell him how their day was, they’d barely gotten the chance to warn him about their new teacher before a middle aged woman in a lilac cardigan approached him and shook his hand.

“Mrs Tilly I assume? Your children told me all about you, although I have to admit that you look quite different to how you look in the movies…”

Chucky smirked and said:

“Movie magic.”

Somehow that explanation worked, because if he had to clarify it would still be true, some people did just look different on camera, it didn’t have to specifically mean him.

“Will you be participating in the Mother’s Day race Mrs Tilly? It’s just a bit of fun, but there’s a cash prize of $5000.”

At this point, the twins realised what was happening, and Glen went to speak:

“Actually ma’am, this is our-‘

Chucky clasped a hand over his son’s mouth and shouted over his son’s protests:

“Yes, I’d love to! These are my children, I gave them life.”

He was trying to be really careful about how he phrased things, because he’d taught the twins that every time you lie, a unicorn dies. He wasn’t about to go back on his teachings and claim to be their mother in a very open way. Because what he said was true, he did in fact give them life, and they were his children. Glen and Glenda looked very confused, but neither said a word as Chucky signed the application sheet and led them over to the waiting area. It was here where Glenda hissed:

“But Daddy, you aren’t our mom!”

Chucky merely smiled and reassured his daughter:

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m great at acting like a woman.”

With these confident words Chucky sat down - and immediately began to manspread.

[wolpatinga]

I came from your fic earlier.. how do you feel about the act of heart “de-clawing” himself? If soul and mind truly see him as dangerous then what is stopping him from relenting and offering himself up? An eye for an eye, his throat for mind’s. Even if he can’t harmonize (sing) anymore and even if he can’t feel the same way he used to, at least he isn’t alone? Where is the line for soul and mind?

hello anon!!! thank you for the ask. i'm gonna get weird for a sec

so in my opinion, that sort of action comes from someone demanding it. he could offer himself as a sacrifice, but i don't see soul or mind wanting that. heart does have an inflated ego and assumes the other two are out for blood, when really everyone's just tired and wants the war to be over. i'm working on two companion pieces for the fic that'll go over the other two's perspectives, but all i can say for now is that they're pissed that he ran off, and even moreso because he stayed missing for a full month (i made a timeline to keep track of it all. he was only gone for a month)

getting back on track: heart wants to be needed. he wants the other two to break down their facades and come crying to him. he wants the chance to be the strong one and to flex his emotional intelligence. he is kidding himself. mind and soul are both in denial about who and what they are. they believe that they're still capable of change, of being better, unlike heart. heart knows who he is and who he is kinda sucks

i see heart as being like loki. like, classic loki, from the myths. he's odin's younger brother, and he started out as an affable and harmless prankster. but he's careless. he breaks things. and everyone around him is sick of sweeping up the shards, and they're sick of his selfishness. they're sick of how he's constantly trying to outdo himself. they're sick of him assuming what they need from him

until eventually it reached a breaking point. in the myth of how thor's hammer was forged, loki is trying to pull a harmless prank that backfires and disfigures thor's wife. thor pinned loki down when he found out and threatened to break every bone in his body over and over, knowing that loki's divinity would always heal him back. thor threatened to keep loki in that eternal state of misery unless he could right his wrongs. this leads to hijinks to get a prosthethic and other gifts to placate the other gods, but that intro is the sorta vibe i was going for when i was talking about mind's clock eye. heart didn't mean to take an eye, but it happened anyways, and heart now lives in fear of mind following through on his threats

but hms, like the gods, exist outside of mortality. so even the worst sins fade into nothingness. the other two don't want to hate heart. they want the cycle to end. mind and soul know that he only wants to keep things light. they know that he cares about them. but they also know that heart is reckless and unchanging. even if he were declawed, he'd find a knife or gun or some new terrible thing and keep doing what he always does

heart can swear seven ways from sunday that he'll be better this time, but it won't change a thing. you can't rip out someone's throat to rewire their brain. and as logical as mind claims to be, he's only as educated as whole is [college dropout]. he's not a genius, and he should NOT try to lobotomize heart to fix him

but heart would if mind asked. there is no limit to what he'd give up if it meant he could sleep peacefully in the house again and to get back what they lost. that is all he wants, and that is all that he can't have. he's less than a man, and he's detached from reality. he's obsessive about the other two, and he needs them more than they'd ever admit they need him

he could offer himself up for violence, but what he needs is the kind of inner peace that comes from knowing that the others around you appreciate your presence. that is something the other two can't give him, and so he remains obsessive, selfish, and defensive

i hope this answers your question

[dirtytransmasc]

I don't know why, and maybe this is me projecting my perfect bbg himbo man standard's onto him, but, Matthias feels like the type of friend to mother hen, but in like... a begrudged sorta of way.

like, he wakes up super fucking early, so he makes everyone breakfast, pretends to complain about it, but then watch on as his friends eat with a smile (he also insists on having "family" meals at least a few times a week, that not even Kaz is allowed to skip). he cleans really early too, forget sleeping in on a sunday, the 'house' most be cleaned, the bad energy must be purged (that superstitious ass definitely believes in bad vibes).

if one of the crows gets sick, he is force-feeding them homemade medicines and has a bunch of outdated old wives' cure-alls, tinctures, and traditions that he forces on his friends (he's putting onions in your socks, garlic in your ear, and opening your window the second he hears a sniffle). he's sitting at your bedside with soup in one hand and a literal pitcher of water and literally hand feeding you (does the grandma thing where he grabs your jaw if you struggle, cause your fucking eating it, there's no escaping it and the gallon of water he plans to make you drink at each meal). again, he even does this to Kaz, and complains the entire time, even when Nina tells him to stop and that he doesn't have to, he refuses to, cause he doesn't know how to stop.

he also has a bunch of like, immuno boost traditions. like he's making you take a snow bath after the first snow storm of the year (my grandma made me do this till I was like, 15, and I swear on my life it works, somehow), he's giving you awful spoonfuls of concoctions in the morning saying "it's good for you" in a very insulted and grandma-esque tone.

he complains that everyone is too skinny so he's always in the kitchen cooking something heavy and hearty. specially for wylan, cause he's the youngest, so he naturally mother hens him 10x more, that kid is not escaping the heaping amounts of meats and fish and bread this man is shoving down his gullet. he becomes a house wife in an attempt to "nurse these fools back to health" cause he's convinced they're all sickly/dying.

throws (aggressively and not at all lovingly) coats at kaz, cause the skinny pale demon is awful when he catches cold (that's totally the only reason). makes sure everyone leaves the 'house' with gloves and scarves. always has a fire going in the furnace at the end of the day. he has knitting vibes too? like, there's definitely a few blankets that he made himself, and they're everyone's favorites.

I think matthias just has repressed baby girl/housewife vibes, and I just want to embrace them in all their glory. I want him to be an apron-wearing, hand-on-the-hip, towel-on-the-shoulder housewife. I want him to be a single mom to the crows while constantly complaining about 'having to do all the work in this household' while also knowing full well, that he does not, while the others tell him he does not. I want him to take care of everyone because he gets all warm in the chest and he likes how it feels to be in the caregiver role and not the protector role (though he doesn't mind doing a bit of both). I want my mans to find peace, and what better way than to be a housewife.

the crows absolutely love it, especially with their massive amalgamation of family issues, this nice to have some semblance of normalcy, even in the form of an over-bearing grandma in a big muscley fjerdan body. its nice sitting around the table and talking about their day. its nice having some semblance of a schedule to there days, to wake up knowing there will be breakfast waiting for them and a warm blanket to come home to. its almost comedic how fussed up Matthias can get about their poor habits, how he forces them all to eat or cleans up after them or forces a coat onto their shoulders as he prays to Djel for strength. nina and inej like seeing their boys smile, feeling happy, safe, and loved. wylan for once doesn't hate being babied, cause in this case, he just gets fed good food and has nice mittens thrown at him. jesper has always viewed the crows as family, and now they really are one. kaz hates to admit it, but the fjerdan isn't that bad, and maybe opening up to his crows isn't that bad either.

(the focus on kaz was purely to show this man's determination to his cause. he is so committed, he not only wants to, but gets kaz to let him wrangle him into his bs. Matthias "calls kaz a demon within moment of meeting him" Helvar gets Kaz "emotionally constipated to the point he pushes everyone away, including the woman he is down horrendous for" Brekker to take sick days, eat meals with the family, actually put some meat and color on his bones, on both of their (somewhat) free wills. that's gotta get him a medal or something.)

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday!

Venetian blinds were invented in Japan.

A one dollar bill has been in an average of 3 bras.

Houses in Britain numbered 13 cost £9,000 less than average.

In the 1940s, butt plugs were marketed as a headache remedy.

There has only been 240 years of peace in the last 3000 years.

It would take 23 bales of straw to break a camel's back.

Open plan offices increase worker stress, blood pressure and turnover.

In the United States, giving birth is 20 times more lethal than skydiving.

In 2004, a boat in Texas capsized because everyone ran to one side to look at a nudist beach.

In 2012, a smuggler was arrested at the Smuggler’s Inn, Washington, after arriving in a car with the licence plate SMUGLER.

One outbreak of Legionnaires' disease was traced to the hot tub at the Playboy mansion.

In Alabama, it is illegal to wear a fake moustache that causes laughter in church.

Brad Pitt was banned from China for 20 years after his role in the film ‘Seven Years In Tibet’.

A survey in Colorado found people are much happier if they believe they are having more sex than their neighbours.

Japanese researchers have concluded that cats do recognize the sound of their owner’s voice when called … they just don't care.

The novel 'All Quiet On The Western Front' was banned in Poland for being pro-German and in Germany for being anti-German.

On busy Chinese trains, passengers take turns on the seats so everyone gets to sit for some of the journey.

In the Middle Ages, a lovesick man could be prescribed ‘therapeutic intercourse’, whereas a lovesick woman was prescribed marriage.

Christie’s auctioneers are taught to stop their hands shaking with nerves by clenching their buttocks.

80% of the UK’s bread is made by a process so nutritionally barren that vitamins must be added back in by law.

Dog lovers tend to have more Facebook friends than cat lovers, but cat lovers get invited to more parties.

On D-Day, J. D. Salinger fought with six chapters of ‘The Catcher In The Rye’ in his backpack.

The belief that ideas from the past are by default worse than ideas of the modern age is called ‘chronological snobbery’.

In the public toilets at Rothesay, there is a plaque indicating which urinal was used by the then Prince Charles when he visited.

Great Ormond Street Hospital have recreated their site in Minecraft to help kids who want to explore the building so that it’s less scary when they arrive.

John Shepherd-Barron the inventor of the ATM originally intended them to have PINs that were six digits long, but his wife could only remember four digits at a time, so that became the standard.

In 2016, Microsoft set up a Twitter chatbot that could learn to converse based on what people told it. It was using swear words by the next morning.

The annual ‘Bad Sex In Fiction’ award was cancelled for 2020, as the organisers believed that the public had been "subjected to too many bad things” that year to justify exposing it to bad sex as well.

Google Image search was invented after Jennifer Lopez’s green dress at the 2000 Grammys became their most popular ever search, but they had no way of providing users with a quick result.

A study has shown that birds that live in colder places have smaller beaks. McGill University’s blog published an article about the study with the headline ‘Peckers Get Smaller Where It Gets Colder’.

Every year, Lake Superior University publishes a list of words and phrases they would like to banish the next year. This year's entries include "moving forward", "does that make sense?" and "it is what it is".

In 2006, 84-year-old Edith Macefield from Seattle refused a $1 million offer from a shopping mall developer to move, so it was built around her house. In fact, Pixar's film ‘Up’ was later modelled after her home.

The first recorded attempted human flight with artificial wings in history was in the 6th century in China. Emperor Kao Yang would strap prisoners to kites and throw them off buildings to see if they could fly.

When HMS Dolphin stopped in Tahiti in 1767, the sailors found that local women were prepared to exchange sex for iron nails. The captain ordered a stop to the trade as the significant loss of nails from the ship had massively compromised its structural integrity.

Compound swears like ‘shitgibbon’ work best when the second word is a two-syllable word, where the first syllable is stressed and contains the same vowel of the swear. This is why ‘cockwomble’ works but ‘dickwomble’ does not.

Centre Point was constructed between 1963 and 1966. It was one of the first skyscrapers in London. It stood empty from the time of its completion (1966) until 1975. In 1995 it became a Grade II listed building.

The shortest commercial flight in the world is from the Westray Airport to the Papa Westray Airport between two small Orkney Islands north of Scotland. It's only a distance of 1.7 miles and, if the wind is ideal, it can take as little as 47 seconds from start to finish.

A Dutch supermarket chain introduced ‘slow checkouts’ for people who enjoy chatting, helping many people, especially the elderly, deal with loneliness. The move has proven so successful that they installed the ‘slow checkouts’ in 200 stores.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[notadragonslayer]

In 1972 Nixon invited Cash to the White House assuming, like many seem to, that Cash was a conservative, far-right, etc, etc, person. Nixon requested the songs "Okie From Muskogee" and "Welfare Cadillac." Songs which made fun of protesters and poor people. Cash's response was, “I don’t know those songs but I got a few of my own I can play for you.”

Nixon and the rest of the government, reporters, and photographers present were then forced to listen to, with a smile on their faces, to "Man in Black," as well as my other favorites, "What is Truth" and “The Ballad of Ira Hayes.”

For your pleasure....

"What is Truth"

The old man turned off the radio Said, "Where did all of the old songs go Kids sure play funny music these days They play it in the strangest ways" Said, "it looks to me like they've all gone wild It was peaceful back when I was a child" Well, man, could it be that the girls and boys Are trying to be heard above your noise? And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"

A little boy of three sittin' on the floor Looks up and says, "Daddy, what is war?" "Son, that's when people fight and die" The little boy of three says "Daddy, why?" A young man of seventeen in Sunday school Being taught the golden rule And by the time another year has gone around It may be his turn to lay his life down Can you blame the voice of youth for asking "What is truth?"

A young man sittin' on the witness stand The man with the book says "Raise your hand" "Repeat after me, I solemnly swear" The man looked down at his long hair And although the young man solemnly swore Nobody seems to hear anymore And it didn't really matter if the truth was there It was the cut of his clothes and the length of his hair And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"

The young girl dancing to the latest beat Has found new ways to move her feet The young man speaking in the city square Is trying to tell somebody that he cares Yeah, the ones that you're calling wild Are going to be the leaders in a little while This old world's wakin' to a new born day And I solemnly swear that it'll be their way You better help the voice of youth find "What is truth?"

And the lonely voice of youth cries "What is truth?"

“The Ballad of Ira Hayes.”

Ira Hayes Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian you should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian, a proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches of thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived To walk back down again

And when the fight was over And Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira Hayes returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no home, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it Like you'd throw a dog a bone

He died drunk early one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lying thirsty In the ditch where Ira died

Anyway, I love Johnny Cash

The kids on TikTok think that just because he was a classic country singer, Johnny Cash was conservative??? My babies he covered a Nine Inch Nails song in his seventies.

Classic country singers (the majority of which came from poor roots) were always talking about how much The Man sucked because they were taking money from poor rural folk. You’re gonna tell me that’s conservative?? Get outta here.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

Probably no one here watches La casa de los famosos pero a la verga estoy recontra asada con Brigitte.

There's nothing I hate more than those fucking victims that turn their backs to the people that defended them. Gala did nothing but defend her and her team from day one against AM because of all the misogynistic and stupid shit he says (and only referring to Gala, he called her crazy, that she needs to be medicated all the time to be stable, in every discussion he brings out the way her parents abandoned her and has the fucking audacity of saying she's too intense, and yeah, of course, he says that she's fucking gorgeous but too much for him -he even said that every woman as gorgeous as her have abandoned him and that's why he married a not so pretty woman 🥺-, well how the fuck do you want to be treated if you say that shit about her, ASSHOLE, oh and let's not forget how he always tries to pretend he's a good guy and a genius because of how he analyses people thanks to his psychological degree, even saying that she didn't do anything better in her life because she didn't study like the others to be an artist). And what does Brigitte do? "AM never said it with that intention." "Please Gala stop, for me 🥺." I swear to God I hate these fucking people because, in the end, if it wasn't a 24/7, I'm fucking sure the public would've supported Brigitte because of how adorable and innocent she is, she just wants the best for the house 🥺, look! she's even talking to the boys when Gala is having a panic attack because she knows Gala is exaggerating 🥺🥺🥺.

I know how difficult it is to grow up around fights and how sometimes you just want them to stop (god how many times I've had to tell my parents go fight in your room and let me have dinner in peace) but she's not a fucking kid, she's a grown ass woman that should at least have some fucking loyalty to the person that's been supporting, protecting and taking care of her (Gala literally always helps her get ready, since she went to her team she (gala) jumped in every occasion they disrespected her and even that exact same day she (gala again) was seeing how to send her up to the suit so she could finally experiment it).

BUT OH NO, BRIGITTE IS CRYING BECAUSE SHE'S TIRED OF GALA FIGHTING (she's really just defending herself from the insults and psychological violence that AM uses against her) AND IT'S ALL SO STRESSING AND UNCOMFORTABLE TO THE HOUSE ATMOSPHERE 🥺, BRIGITTE JUST WANTS GALA TO STOP.

I've been in Gala's place so fucking many times that I'm tired of these people. They love to be protected but have no sense of loyalty and even less, empathy or respect to the others. No one in the team protected Gala when she's always been the first to offer her shoulder to cry, her advice and her support in discussions. All the people that are like Brigitte can go and get fucked up in the ass without lube.

Gala deserves so fucking better. We're the girls that always end up with collateral damage because of other's fights and are never asked how we are after. We're honest, strong and amazing, but because of that no one wants to give us a hand when we need them.

I remember so many times in which I've fought because of my friends and in the end I've been the one dealing with the consequences. (Deleted because I said a bunch of personal stuff about times it has happened to me and sadly they're more than just once, even here tbh)

Okay I'm projecting and that's not so okay. But Gala, I understand you, they DO NOT DESERVE US. 🫂🫂🫂

🖕🖕🖕

And no, I'm not happy AM is finally out. I mean, it's great that that violent man is not there anymore, but at the same time, they tried to make him look like the victim and Gala as the bad one, and that's not a satisfactory ending. He always knew he would never win against her, and he should've lost and left like all his team did.

Formally losing against Gala.