#the grilled cheese scenes are the best

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#She'll Never Learn

[dark-fics-4-you]

Crying in the Country Club ch. V

dark!Rafe Cameron x dark!Reader

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lying about birth control, baby trapping, mention of previous attempted assault, public sex, infidelity, manipulative and aggressive behavior, breeding kink, slight burn injury

Stepping out onto the Cameron’s back patio, you were pleased to find that the forecast was spot on. It was definitely warm enough to go swimming.

Your gaze settled on the glimmering pool, before looking around the backyard to spot Mr. Cameron.

Your mom and Rebecca were sitting on the porch swing, seemingly engrossed in conversation, but you didn’t miss the way Rebecca subtly gave your body a once over before nervously glancing over at her husband.

Nearing Rafe and your dad by the grill, you paused to ask what was on the menu for tonight.

You grinned sweetly at Rafe, enjoying watching his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed after taking you in.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity to get him flustered, you had chosen one of your more revealing swimsuits, a strappy dark teal green bikini paired with a teal blue wrap skirt that left little to the imagination.

“Just some burgers and hot dogs, Y/N,” your dad answered with a smile, not noticing his best friend beside him clenching his jaw tighter than before.

“Cool! Um, can I have a burger, with cheese?” You asked.

“You got it,” he answered. “But it’ll probably be about half an hour before we start cooking.”

“Okay!”

As you walked past them towards the pool, you unsuccessfully tried to stop yourself from glancing back to sneak another peak of Mr. Cameron, and you felt your heart skip a beat when you caught him staring at you as you left.

Your cheeks were flushed when you reached the chair where Charlie was lounging, and she raised a curious eyebrow when you greeted her.

“Are you getting burnt already?”

“No,” you laughed, reaching to your waist to peel off your wrap skirt. “But I could use a little sunscreen.”

Charlie grabbed the bottle beside her and passed it to you.

You thanked her as you poured some into your hands to start spreading onto your face. After making sure it was all rubbed in, you squirted more into your hands to massage into your chest and shoulders.

Tossing a glance over your shoulder, you were unsurprised to see Rafe staring again, and you made a little show of rubbing the oily lotion across your cleavage as you pretended not to notice him.

It had only been a week since you had snuck into his room after the party and it had been nearly impossible to stay away from Mr. Cameron.

Your waking hours had been possessed by daydreaming about Rafe. Imagining him catching you in the house, pining you to the wall with a large hand clamped over your mouth and fucking you while you had to stay quiet to avoid being caught was a frequent fantasy of yours, one that you really hoped he would act out on you.

But your imagination stretched further than just that. You couldn’t help but insert yourself into scenes of domesticity with him. You liked picturing the two of you in the cameron household together. Rafe would praise you for cooking dinner, wrapping his arms around you, before a protective hand settled on your swollen belly.

Ever since the party, you had felt more determined than ever to have his child.

You knew that he was off limits on so many levels, he was your father’s best friend and your best friend’s dad (not to mention he was married and more than twice your age), but deep down you knew that the depravity of it all was exactly what drew you to Rafe in the first place.

Although, it wasn’t like Charlie had been the best friend to you recently. You were still somewhat pissed off that she had let you stay out at that party where you had been attacked alone.

You shuddered thinking about what might have happened if Mr. Cameron hadn’t arrived in time to save you.

As quickly as the thought arose, you buried it, not wanting to get caught up thinking about what had happened at the party.

What had happened after the party was of much more interest to you.

You could still remember how amazing it felt to come undone around him and how desperately he had kissed you that night. Goosebumps erupted across your skin when you recalled how Rafe had sounded groaning your name as you squeezed around him.

God you wished that he had finished inside of you; although you couldn’t deny how hot it was to be covered in his seed.

A heat was rising inside of you, and you knew that it wasn’t just from the hot Carolina sun.

Throwing another glance towards the porch, you could see your dad and Mr. Cameron beginning to grill the burgers and hot dogs, while your mom and Mrs. Cameron were still chatting on the swing.

Pressing the back of your hand to your forehead, you could feel the sweat beginning to form and you knew it was time to cool off.

Leaving your wrap skirt behind, you left the pool to approach the house, watching Rafe as you got closer.

His jaw clenched when he spotted you, interrupting his sentence midway as he lost his train of thought.

Your dad turned to see what had distracted Rafe, shooting you a confused and questioning look.

“I’m getting really hot,” you explained, not missing the way Rafe’s hungry gaze had swept over your body. “Do you have any ice cream?”

Your question was aimed at Rafe, who you innocently smiled at, and you felt triumphant when he stumbled over his words.

“Um y-yeah, Y/N, there’s some um.” He paused, trying to collect himself in front of your father without drawing any suspicion. “Some popsicles in the… um in the freezer.”

“Oh, that’s perfect, thanks!” You grinned before continuing to the back door.

Rafe stared at you, watching the way your ass moved when you walked. His mouth was watering, jaw clenched so tight it was amazing it didn’t snap off. He was so distracted, he wasn’t looking when his arm got a little too close to the grill.

Inside the kitchen, you walked up to their large fridge, opening the freezer section before looking around for the popsicles Rafe had mentioned.

You grabbed a cherry flavored one out of the bag and took off its wrapper before sliding it between your lips.

The sweet, refreshing treat hit the spot, beginning to cool you down instantly.

You heard the door open and you turned to see who had followed you inside, not surprised to see Rafe.

But you weren’t expecting him to rush to the sink to run cold water over a fresh, red burn right below his elbow.

“Shit-!” He cursed, exhaling lowly as the cool water soothed the burn. You could tell it wasn’t too bad of an injury.

“You can’t be pulling shit like that in front of me, kid,” Rafe scolded you. “Especially not when your dad is standing right next to me, fuck!”

He finally turned to look at you, and his breath hitched as he watched you suggestively slide the popsicle across your lips, staining them red with the melting juices.

“You hurt yourself?” You asked with wide concerned eyes.

Rafe’s jaw clenched before he licked his lips, staring down at you with an obvious mixture of annoyance and arousal.

“How did that happen?” You lightly teased, reaching a hand out to touch his unburned arm. You slid your fingers over his muscles as you drew closer, sucking on the cherry popsicle as you stared up at him through your lashes.

Your heart was racing, you were just so excited to finally be alone with him again.

“It was your fucking fault, Y/N-” he snapped, grabbing your wrist with a tight grip before suddenly stopping himself and releasing you.

You were surprised by the force behind his grip, but Rafe had let you go before you could even protest, and he stared down at you as he breathed heavily. You could tell he was trying to hold himself back by the veins that bulged near his temples and in his neck.

“Shit, I’m sorry, but you’re not making it any easier for me when you walk around my place wearing…” he trailed off as he gestured at your bikini. “It’s distracting.”

“Oh, sorry, Mr. Cameron,” you purred, noticing his eye twitch when you called him ‘Mr. Cameron.’

“Are you trying to get us caught?”

You rolled your eyes, but he continued.

“Y/D/N would fucking kill me if he had any idea of what we did-”

“I know, I know,” you frowned, not liking feeling like Rafe was chiding you like a kid.

He noticed the change in your tone of voice, letting out a sigh before wrapping his good arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His fingertips danced over your exposed skin and you leaned your head against his chest, thrilled to have such close contact with him.

“I’m just saying, we need to be careful. There’s no need for anyone to know what happened. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror before leaving, feeling confident in your pale pink mini skirt and matching polo sweater.

Walking through the living room, you let your parent’s know you were going golfing with Rafe before you ducked into the garage to grab your clubs.

After a short drive, you parked in the Cameron’s driveway, waving at Rafe as you got out of your car.

He was leaning against his golf cart waiting for you when you walked out, and he offered to take the heavy bag from you to load it into the back.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” He looked you up and down again, clearly pleased with your outfit choice. “You look very nice.”

You beamed as you climbed into the passenger seat, scooting closer to Rafe as he backed out of the driveway and started heading for the course.

Looking out at the greens as you approached, you noticed how few players were out today. It must have been because of how hot it was.

You fanned yourself with your hand as Rafe pulled up to the first hole and parked under some trees.

After stepping out of the golf cart, you grabbed your driver out of your bag, thanking Mr. Cameron when he handed you a tee and a ball before stepping onto the green.

“Let’s see if you’ve improved anymore since we last played, huh?” Rafe teased with a grin. “Have you been practicing?”

“Yes sir,” you replied playfully. You bent down to place your tee into the ground and set up the ball, hoping that Rafe would get a peek of your white panties under your skirt.

“Remember what I told you la-” his voice caught in his throat as he caught a glimpse of your underwear.

“What’s that?” You asked him sweetly, correcting your posture so you could turn and meet his eyes with an innocent smile.

“Um-” Rafe paused, his adam’s apple bobbing as he dryly swallowed. “Here, turn around again.”

You followed his instructions, turning your back to him as he pressed closer to adjust your form.

“You gotta keep your legs just a bit further apart, kid.” Rafe reached a hand down to your thigh, pressing gently on your exposed skin just below your skirt to urge you to spread your legs.

“Yeah, you want to have good balance,” his deep voice from behind and his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps rose where he had brushed your upper thigh.

“And then you need to lean back just a little bit.”

His hands found your hips, pulling you back towards him, and you let out a quiet moan when you felt him press his hard on against your ass.

“Make sure you’re gripping the club the right way, sweetheart,” his voice strained as he ground his hard on against your core.

Your brain was getting fuzzy and you could feel a wet patch on your panties getting damper. You fumbled with the golf club, trying to get a better grip on it because your palms were beginning to feel so sweaty.

Finally, you managed to swing and hit the ball, but Rafe didn’t even wait to see where it went, easily scooping you up into his arms and rushing to carry you back to the golf cart, pressing hot kisses into your neck the entire way.

He put you down onto the seat but you surprised him when you moved to the floor of the cart on your knees in between his legs.

You palmed his cock through his shorts and he groaned, eagerly reaching for his button and zipper.

Rafe freed his erection from his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight of him.

The night you had snuck into his room, you had been so desperate to feel him inside of you that you hadn’t had the chance to stop and really look at him.

You reached out, wrapping your hand around the base of his length. His dick was probably around 8 inches, maybe more, and girthy, with a long vein bulging out and leading to his cut tip.

He was breathing heavily, eyes widening when you pursed your lips, letting a string of saliva drip onto his hard cock before meeting his eyes again.

Rafe watched as you slowly stroked him, once, twice, and then a third time.

You licked your lips before parting them and your hot tongue met his tip, licking off the bead of precum that had gathered there. He tasted salty and he let out a moan as he watched your eyes roll back in your head from the taste.

As your soft lips wrapped around him, the older man’s hand tangled into your hair, pushing you down to take more of him as his hips shifted upwards. You pressed your tongue flat against the bottom of your mouth, stretching your lips to accommodate his size.

“There you go, Y/N. Fuck, that’s a good girl,” his grip on your hair tightened the deeper he inched forward, and you looked up at him through your lashes as your eyes began to water.

When he hit the back of your throat, you gagged, choking on his length when he held you in place for a few moments.

You looked up at him with wide, surprised teary eyes, and Rafe couldn’t hold back his groan.

“You can take it.” His gruff voice only stirred your need to prove yourself to him, and the hot tears that you blinked away barely registered in your mind.

When he finally released you, he slid his cock out enough for you to take a breath before he pushed himself in again, even deeper than the last time.

“God, you’re doing so good f’me angel,” he groaned, and you squeezed your thighs together when you felt yourself grow slicker from his praise.

Tears kissed your waterline as his fingers threaded through your hair. Your core practically pulsed with want and you brought your free hand between your legs, teasing your clit over your soaked panties as you continued bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock.

Spit collected at the corner of your lips, dribbling down your chin as Rafe’s hand guided you faster.

Unable to ignore the burning desire between your legs anymore, you pulled away, climbing onto his lap and sloppily kissing him before he could ask what you were doing.

Rafe kissed you back, his large hands coming to your hips and held you in place so he could grind against your core.

He groaned into the kiss, but pulled back with a disappointed look on his face, and your heart started to sink before he spoke.

“We don’t have condoms-“ he started but you cut him off.

“I’m on birth control.”

The lie slipped out easier than you expected, but you weren’t entirely sure if Rafe would believe you. Or if he would insist you use a condom anyway.

For a few heart pounding moments he just stared at you with a strange look before finally breaking into a cocky grin.

“Shit, you should have told me that last week sweetheart,” Rafe growled, already reaching his hand beneath your skirt to pull your panties to the side.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn’t linger on them for long because Rafe’s hands were on your hips, lining himself up with your slick entrance and slowly pushing you down onto his cock.

The sharp gasp that fell past your lips was quickly muffled when the older man’s hand clamped over your mouth. You whimpered against him as he filled you up, enjoying the way he stretched you out from this angle.

Trying to ground yourself, you slid your arm above his shoulder and around the back of his neck. When he bottomed out and held you in place, fingers gripping your hips so hard it almost hurt, you squirmed in his lap, desperately needing some kind of friction.

“Squeezin’ me so tight-" he groaned through gritted teeth.

He withdrew his hand from your mouth, trailing it to your hips before crawling under your shirt and grasping at your waist. Trails of hot fire danced on your skin where he touched you, and you felt almost delirious with want.

Your pleading eyes met his as you tried to grind your hips against him, and you felt him pulse inside you at the sound of your quieted whimpers.

Rafe kept his eyes locked on yours as his hips started to move, finally giving you the stimulation that you so badly needed.

You met each stroke with the tilt of your hips as he thrusted deep inside you, cheeks burning as you felt yourself dripping around him.

His lips found yours again and when his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, you moaned against the kiss, clenching tight around his length as he snapped his hips against yours.

Rafe broke the kiss, letting his lips meet your neck before mumbling against your skin, “Gotta be quiet, yeah?”

You bit your lip, trying to stop your whimpers and soft cries of pleasure. Rafe’s hands had left your waist and were now creeping under your skirt to grasp at your thighs, fingertips digging into your soft flesh.

His lips were still attached to your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin as your hips met his every thrust.

In the back of your mind, you knew that you probably should have been more worried about getting caught, but the feeling of Rafe’s cock dragging along your snug walls made you forget all of your worries.

He slid one hand between your legs, thumb circling around your clit.

Your moan was smothered by his lips, and you eagerly bucked your hips into his touch as he picked up his pace.

Looking into his eyes, you could help but feel your heart skip a beat. You felt like you were being seen for the first time, and you couldn’t stop the strong surge of emotions that rose in your chest.

You had been trying to ignore what you thought could have been just irrational feelings for years, but now you couldn’t help but feel that they hadn’t been so irrational after all.

With every push of his cock, you felt more and more sure that Rafe was finally starting to see you the way you saw him.

Rafe Cameron was more than a passing crush to you, and you had never intended to just be an affair to him.

You loved him so deeply that at times it scared you how far you were willing to go to make him yours.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind all week,” he groaned, thumb pressing harder against your clit as his hips snapped against yours.

Your pulse skipped a beat at his confession and you wondered if sex had been the only thing he had been thinking about or if he wanted more.

The heat building between your legs was undeniable now, and the sudden thought of Rafe finally coming inside you made you clench down around him.

“You feel s-so good,” you whispered, eyes rolling back in your head when he hit a spot deep inside you; and you could feel yourself getting wetter with each stroke of his cock.

You gripped his back as the pad of his thumb swirled around your clit and you tilted your head up to kiss him again.

Rafe pushed his tongue past your lips, tasting the inside of your mouth and the pressure building between your legs finally became too much.

You squirmed in his arms as you came around him, but Rafe never slowed his tempo, holding you in place as you pulsed around him, squeezing his cock as your orgasm washed over you.

The older man tightened his grip on your hips, thrusting harder and harder until his hips finally stuttered and he spilled his hot sticky seed deep inside you with a low groan.

Feeling Rafe cum inside you for the first time was enough to send you over the edge a second time and you tensed in his lap as you came around him again.

Trying to catch your breath was a challenge and you didn’t want to get off of his lap, but Rafe lifted you up, pulling your soaked panties back into place before sitting you down next to him in the cart as he tucked himself back into his shorts.

He looked around the course for a moment, and then he met your gaze, reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek as your heart beat loudly in your chest.

“C’mon kid, we got a round of golf to finish,” he smirked.

[sweetbans29]

Long Way Home - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Part 2

Summary: Due to a huge miscommunication, Caitlin and your sister Kate are put through the worst week of their life (based on THIS request)

Warnings: angst my peeps (you asked for it), a happy ending

Word Count: 3.2k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN:

"I don't want you to go," Caitlin says, holding you against her. Your girlfriend of 2 years has not let you go for the last 3 days.

"That makes two of us," your older sister Kate says as she finishes making the three of you grilled cheeses.

Typically you would be the one to cook but since Caitlin had her arms around you 24/7 and the fact that you wouldn't be there pretty soon to make sure they are fed, you opted to let Kate take the lead in making food.

You were given your assignment a few days back and are about to head overseas. You knew this day was coming and so did your family and friends, but knowing never made it any easier.

Growing up, you knew you wanted to serve your country when you graduated high school. You knew when your elementary school hosted a day when active military staff and veterans came to your school for a service day. Your little third-grade self looked up to them and wanted to be them someday.

You went into the military right out of high school - going through training and then getting stationed only about twenty minutes out from where your older sister was going to college. It honestly was the best possible outcome for you starting off.

Kate meant the world to you. She's been your best friend since day one. Growing up people always thought the two of you were twins and honestly, you would have believed them. Kate is only 16 months older than you. The way your parents put you in school, Kate was a grade above you which kept the two of you close. The hardest year was when she went to college and you were stuck in your senior year of high school. The two of you would talk 24/7. She kept you updated on the transition from high school to college and you would keep her updated on your parents.

It was in Kate's sophomore year that Caitlin came onto the scene - Kate and she had become good friends as Kate took the freshman under her wing. You met Caitlin only a few weeks after Kate. You had some time in between training and your first post - deciding it would be fun to spend a few weeks with Kate. She introduced the two of you and it was like you had known each other your whole lives.

It was on that same trip that Caitlin asked you out, of course asking Kate for permission first. You didn't hesitate to say yes and the rest has been history. Caitlin's love for you hit hard right from the start and never stopped growing - you were the person to come into her life and opened her eyes as to why it hasn't worked with anyone else. Caitlin knew you were her end game.

Once you were stationed just outside of Iowa City, you moved in with Kate. Life was the best it had been in a while. You would go to all of Kate and Calitlin's home games and support them to the best of your ability. It was cool to get to meet more of their team, and they all loved you. How could they not? Kate and your apartment had been the hub for a lot of the team hangouts. It was a no-brainer since you had the best setup. Caitlin also practically lived there, which was also a pull as she would encourage the team since it meant she got to spend more time with you.

Slowly but surely Caitlin started bringing stuff over and found a home for it within your room. You not once complained seeing as she didn't really have much but knew how serious it was when she brought over her PS5 and her most worn basketball shoes.

"Are you sure it is okay that I am bringing all this stuff over?" She asks.

"I promise you, babe. It is perfect." You say and give her a smile.

"I just don't want to overstep," she says and you take hold of her shoulders.

"Hey - you know I don't make promises I don't mean," you say. She nods sheepishly. "I promise, this is exactly where you are meant to be." You reassure her.

When you found out you would be going overseas you had a sit-down conversation with Caitlin to break the news to her. She doesn't hide her frustration well but knows how much you pride yourself in serving your country. You tell her that when you go, she has to move in with Kate - not wanting either of your favorite people to be alone. You crack jokes with Caitlin about how she practically already lives there in an attempt to lighten the mood.

This brings it back to Kate making grilled cheeses with you sitting on the counter holding Caitlin.

"They are ready!" Kate yells in excitement over the perfectly cooked sandwiches. You grab a plate and immediately take a bite.

"Ahhh! Hot! Hot!" You say as you try to blow off the piece you had just taken a bite out, refusing to spit it out.

"Babe, you do that every time - will you ever learn?" Your girl teases you she grabs her own plate, blowing it off before taking a small bite herself.

"Hey, sometimes waiting is overrated." You say and go in for another bite. "Plus, when something is this good, if you could you would eat it in one bite."

The rest of the night is filled with light banter, cuddles from your girl, and another attempt at packing (which was quickly shut down when Caitlin held you captive on your bed, not allowing you to move).

Time moved faster than anyone would have liked as your send-off arrived. Your family came out, along with Caitlin and some of her team. They were there more as a support to Caitlin and Kate than to see you off but you were incredibly thankful for them.

You give hugs to your mom and dad first - they knew this day was coming and had much time to prepare yet still let out muffled sobs and final last-ditch pleas to stay.

You give hugs to all the girls who came in support of your two favorites and tell each and every one of them to watch over both Kate and Caitlin while you are away.

Kate is next. The two of you stand there embracing each other, neither of you saying anything knowing everything already. It is only before you release your sister that she whispers something in your ear.

"I've got her," Kate says and for the first time yet you feel a tear roll down your cheek. You wipe it away as fast as it appears, not wanting to make this any harder for anyone.

You whisper a thank you and release her - looking at her with the best smile you could muster up.

Finally, you turn to the love of your life. And runs into your embrace faster than you can brace for impact.

"I want to tell you not to go," she says with a sniffle. "But I know how much this means to you."

"I will be back before you know it," you say - trying to believe your own words. The truth is, you don't know when you will be back - this is an open-ended assignment which wasn't common in the military but due to where you are going is needed for the mission.

"I will call whenever I can and I will write," you tell her. "It will be our own little movie."

"Just come back to me, okay?" She says as your heart breaks hearing the desperation in her voice.

You separate from her just enough to reach down and grab her hand. A few months ago you had gotten her a dainty little ring embellished with diamonds for your anniversary. It was by no means an engagement ring or promise ring but in this moment it would have to do.

"I promise I'll come back to you," you say removing the band from her right hand and placing it on her ring finger. Caitlin knows to not take your promise lightly. She knows you would do anything to get back to her.

Both of you know that there is never a guarantee but the little gesture was enough for both of you to have faith in your promise.

You say your final goodbyes and before you know it you are off.

The first few months are hard as it is an adjustment for everyone. You Facetime Caitlin and Kate as much as you can - thankful that the wifi connection you had was stable. You told her as much as you could about where you were at, making sure not to disclose anything that would scare either of your girls. Kate would update you on the usual - this not being too far off from what her transition to college was. Caitlin on the other hand took the transition really hard, always crying in Kate's arms after the call ended. None of which was disclosed to you.

The next few months were harder as you were moved to a secondary location where the wifi was less stable - sometimes cutting out for a few weeks or more at a time. You sent letters to let them know you were doing okay even if a call didn't come. Every letter you would end with 'Slowly making my way back to you' then your signature. Caitlin would grip every word you wrote, most of the time falling asleep with them in her hand.

You were almost up to your year mark with no update on when you would be able to return home. They had moved you back to a base that had better wifi which was helpful in keeping up with Caitlin but still not as good at giving her a date when you would be home.

Caitlin was doing better and was able to keep her composure after calls with you. Whenever you would have a call with your girl, Kate would jump on towards the end of the call and tell you how Caitlin was really doing. Most of the time it would end with your girl getting frustrated with your sister for disclosing more than what was needed but you always appreciated it.

It was when things started to feel normal when it all hit the fan.

Kate and Caitlin had just finished their shoot-around before one of their home games and were about to head into the locker to get ready when one of the assistant coaches told them they needed to head to Coach Bluder's office immediately.

The two girls redirected to head to the office thinking it had to do with tonight's game. The sight they are met with is one that causes immediate confusion.

"Mom? Dad?" Kate asked, shocked to see her parents standing in her coach's office. Your mom is a wreck in the arms of your dad who has clearly shed his own fair share of tears. Coach Bluder looks like she has seen a ghost and tells Kate and Caitlin to take a seat.

"What's going on?" Caitlin says immediately feeling her stomach drop thinking there is only one reason they would be here.

"Why don't you two sit," Coach Bluder presses again.

"No, I think I would rather stand," Caitlin retorts. She is trying to tell herself if she doesn't give in to what they are asking then the news won't be real. Kate touches Caitlin's arm, starting to come to her own conclusions, and takes a seat.

Your dad is the first and only to speak.

"We got a visit this morning," he starts only looking into Caitlin's eyes. He refuses to look into his daughter's eyes, knowing he will not get through what needs to be said.

"There was an attack to which they said there were no survivors." He says as slow as molasses.

Caitlin just stares at him. Not yet has he mentioned your name or anything about you specifically which only prolongs reality.

Kate asks if they had to send you there to help out, then proceeds to ask if you are hurt. She doesn't understand why Mom is so torn up over that.

Your dad's eyes are still trained on Caitlin's, not breaking to look at Kate when she asks.

"It was her base-" Your dad barely gets out before Caitlin is countering.

"Bullshit," Caitlin says, not blinking twice. She refuses to believe the words coming from your dad's mouth. Normally this would have taken him back but under the circumstances, he was ready for any and all reactions.

That is when your mom cut in.

"They found her tags," she sniffles out. Before she is sobbing again she says, "Alongside an unidentifiable body."

"They are still searching, but they told us not to be hopeful." Your dad finishes as Kate breaks down like her mother.

Calitin on the other hand is completely numb. Her head is spinning and she feels like she is going to throw up. Before anyone can speak again, she runs out of the room.

She runs directly home, entering your once-shared apartment. She makes her way to your shared room and just stands in the doorway. She hadn't changed a single thing since you left, not wanting you to come home to a completely different place. That thought flies out the window when the pain settles in and the reality of you not returning hits her like a ton of bricks.

Caitlin's hands go swinging. Throwing anything she could get her hands on. By the time she is done, she is out of breath - the room looks like a tornado hit.

She finally falls to the floor - letting out the loudest cry.

Picking up one of your old Military sweatshirts, she puts it over her head and holds herself.

You on the other hand are sitting in the most uncomfortable plane imaginable - giddy to get back to surprise your two favorite girls. Your Leutienet set up a charter for you and a select other few to fly back to the States. It was something that only he and one other person knew about, not wanting news to get out.

You knew it was going to take you a long time to get back but with the three plane switches and delays due to equipment transfers - your 2 day trip quickly doubled.

It wasn't until day 4 that you were finally crossing back into US territory. Once your plane entered US airspace, your excitement grew even more. You knew there wasn't going to be any communication to anyone prior to your arrival which made the surprise that much more fun for you.

When you finally arrived at the base - you were met with a crowd of people. Confused, you started asking what happened. One of the captains pulled your group aside and let you know there was an attack and that they didn't know if you were a part of it or not.

It was hard to hear but you were so over the moon about seeing your sister and your girlfriend that you didn't think of the possibility of them thinking that you were a part of the bombing.

When you got in your rental - you thought it would be better to surprise them in person than give them a call. You want to see the joy in their eyes when they first hear your voice back home.

You make the drive to your apartment and park along the street. You are still in uniform as you walk up the steps of your apartment. It is the middle of the morning and expect both girls to be back from practice.

Unlocking the door you walk in.

All the blinds are closed and there are tissues everywhere. Food boxes are left on the table and counter, and most of the food is uneaten. You furrow your eyebrows as you see a sleeping Caitlin in Kate's lap. She looks absolutely sickly with her head being stroked by Kate as Kate's eyes try to adjust to the new light source entering their apartment.

The light is so bright that it takes her a few moments to make out the figure standing in the light as you.

"This isn't real," you hear Kate mumble. "You're not real."

You slowly close the door and make your way over to your sister. You were expecting excitement and happy tears and love as you walked in but were met with none of that.

"She's gone," Kate cries. "You're gone. This isn't real." She keeps saying over and over.

It is then when it hits you that everyone thought you were a part of the bombing.

You slowly make your way to your sister as you kneel in front of her and your still-sleeping girlfriend. Little to your knowledge, this was the first time that Kate was able to get Caitlin to sleep for more than 10 minutes before she ended up screaming your name and jolting awake.

Kate is so defeated that her hand doesn't even come up to try and touch you to see if you are real. She is so convinced she is hallucinating.

It is only when your hand comes up and touches her face that she lets out a gasp and a sob. She cries out your name, waking Caitlin.

Caitlin blinks a few times while she sits up. Her hands come to rub her eyes, trying to get them to unblur from all the built-up tears that had fallen.

She smells you before she sees you. Feeling a sense of peace wash over her before more tears are falling. She still hasn't seen you kneeling right in front of her. Kate is sobbing into a pillow - in shock at who is before her.

Your hand comes up to Caitlin's and she jumps, removing it from yours. Tears begin to roll down your face as you can't imagine the living hell she has been through these last few days.

"Caitlin," you say in the gentlest tone. Her head whips up, eyes finally meeting yours.

At first, her eyes flash with rage. Not rage at you but rage at herself for initially believing you are there. They are then in shock - not comprehending the sight in front of her. Her heart stops as she says your name.

Your hands come to her face as you caress both of her cheeks.

"They said you were gone," Caitlin says in disbelief. tears streaming down her face as her hands come up to yours. "They found your tags." Caitlin really doesn't know what to say. She still doesn't believe you're in front of her until she hears you speak again.

"I promised I would come back to you, when have I ever broken a promise?" You say as you bring her in for a kiss.

AN: Welp here it is - let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[iliketopgun]

hi, my darling!! can i request “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” with evan buckley?

i have been obsessed with him for so long (lmao as if it isn't obvious-) and i NEED more of him!!

"Honey Honey!"

Can I kiss your brain? I love this!!!!

🩷 "Nuestra Canción" send me some cute fluff prompts for characters that I write, x reader or my OCs are allowed.

Word count: 560

The prompt: "You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

A/N: Never written for x reader before so here goes nothing. Legitimately don't know where this came from, deviated a bit from the prompt btw, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: female!reader, tooth rotting fluff, I totally didn't have Mamma Mia! on repeat while writing this (I'm lying so much), domesticity, curls are here, reader is a part of the 118, a curse word or two, Buck and reader live together, Buck calls his S/O "Baby" and other pet names, Buck is shirtless (yes, suffer), reader's favorite food is grilled cheese (if it's not, I'm sorry), kissing does happen, not beta read

Banner belongs to @/cafekitsune

Do not repost anywhere else or use it to train AI! This is my work! My own brain created this. Don't be a plagiarizer!

Here we go! Safe under the cut!

Buck could've sworn he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole world. His girlfriend was insanely good looking. And her music taste was impeccable. Buck could stare at her all day and never grow tired of her. Yeah, to say he was down bad was a major understatement. But who could blame him, when you looked like a goddess?

Buck was making dinner when you came in from a shift at the 118, it had been a simple 12 hour overtime shift for some extra money, but it had been so uneventful, it took a toll on you. The utter anxiety for the bell that never rang that entire shift. You kick off your work boots by the door, putting your keys in the dish by the door and putting your bag on the floor, you'll get it later. You unbutton your uniform shirt and tug it off, leaving you in a white undershirt. "I'm home!" You call out as you walk into the kitchen of the loft, watching your boyfriend cook. Buck turns around, in your tiredness, you didn't notice that Buck was shirtless and he hadn't gelled his curls back. Was he trying to kill you? Well even if he was you were sure, you'd die really happy. "Oh, hey baby, I'm making your favorite. Grilled cheese." Buck says with a smile, it was adorable. So attentive. "Mmmm, I love you. You're the best." You tell him with as much appreciation you could muster. Your nerves were shot to hell and you just wanted to eat and sleep. Buck takes notice of this and guides you to the couch, wraps you in a blanket and walks to the kitchen, leaving you confused. "Buck? What are you doing?" You ask between a laugh. Buck puts the grilled cheese on a plate and comes back into the living room with the plate and hands it to you. "Eat. Wanna watch Mamma Mia?" Buck asks you, knowing it was one of your favorites. You nod as you bite into the grilled cheese, moaning in appreciation. Buck smiles at you and kisses your forehead. Buck puts the movie on and sits beside you on the couch, placing you in his lap and cuddling you. He was like a personal space heater. But right now you don't care about anything except food and Buck. The movie starts and you finish your food up after a few minutes. You get up and place your dirty dishes in the dishwasher before running up the loft stairs to grab your pajamas. You were walking down the stairs while adjusting your Buck's shirt when the beach scene came on. No matter how many times you watched it, it still made you flush like a little girl. Buck picks up on that. "Are you blushing?" He teases and "N-no!" You stammer, before playfully tossing a pillow at him. "You wound me, darling!" Buck says dramatically while holding his hand over his heart. "Oh shush, you're fine. Plus you deserve it for walking around shirtless!" You reply before walking towards him. "You getting flustered is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen." Buck says as you stand in between his legs while he looks at you with those cerulean blue eyes and you try not to melt. "Oh shut up, Buckley!" You tell him before kissing him.

The end!

I hope you enjoyed it!

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-eight of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” ( and the start of a new scene! ) behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“How’s school?” Tim asks, since how’s your mom and are you still living AT school due to her being who she is as a person? is both a loaded question and too obvious an approach. Cissie raises an eyebrow at him anyway. Tim is reminded that Dick did not in any way make an illogical leap by assuming that she was the kind of person he’d be attracted to, but also is not quite there. 

No, he’s apparently just into their other resident child-star/teen-idol superhero (and HOW do they have TWO of those and WHY did he not think about how actually insane that concept actually is sooner?), or maybe he’s just into loud braggy attention-hog assholes who look unbearably good in leather pants and unbearably cute when they blush and can also put away a straight-up inadvisable amount of grilled cheese sandwiches and can’t do an ollie to save his life. 

“It’s fine, Dad, did my homework and everything,” Cissie replies dryly, still eyeing him with a faint note of suspicion in her expression. They’re both sitting at the kitchen table, which in retrospect was definitely the wrong place to do this; obviously she’s going to get suspicious if he not only sits down at the table with her but makes small talk without a plausible-deniability excuse to hand. “How’s your school?” 

“. . . did my homework and everything,” Tim lies, and Cissie snorts.

Bart zips past them in a rush of wind and zips back the way he came a moment later; Cissie just covers the top of her Soder can to make sure nothing he’s kicked up ends up in it. Tim isn’t drinking anything, so just has to worry about not ending up with his cape flipped over his head again. 

He might’ve started wearing weighted capes to the Justice Cave lately. Just because. Definitely not for any reasons related to preserving his image as team leader in order to keep being seen as the thinly-allowed authority figure that said leader needs to be in emergencies and crisis situations or anything like that. 

Look, just because that level of subtle social manipulation of his teammates and sort-of-friends is questionable at best doesn’t mean it’s not occasionally necessary. Especially in relation to preparing for life-or-death situations where those teammates all need to know that they can trust their leader and he needs to know none of them are going to decide to take things into their own hands and run off on their own, which is definitely a concern in a group with this many vigilantes who’ve done more solo work than partnered or teamed-up and just about all have very strong personalities, even if some of them are quieter about it. 

. . . he’s doing his best so far as limiting the “running off on their own” issue, alright? 

The team’s meeting up for the weekend, and they’re all just supposed to be hanging out for it–or at least that’s the plan, anyway. Admittedly something might blow up or a natural disaster might happen or a supervillain might attack Happy Harbor and then “hanging out” will once again turn into “badly-controlled highly-public chaos” he needs to avoid cameras during and they also might have to worry about more nuns or Hugga-Tugga-Thugees or another Nina Dowd incident happening to them, and then have to worry about explaining all those things to Red Tornado later, but Tim’s pretty sure that’s just gonna be team SOP at this point. 

Bart zips by again and leaves a trail of streamers and glitter and mahjong tiles scattered all over the kitchen and down the hall, and somewhere a set of speakers goes off with a burst of loud static and blaring heavy metal music and then immediately cuts out again. Tim decides to just not ask this time. The answer isn’t gonna make any sense to anyone outside of Bart’s head anyway, except maybe Suzie, and that’s frankly being optimistic. 

Definitely the badly-controlled chaos is team SOP though, yeah. Very, very much is it team SOP.

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 15

Warnings: slight angst, mostly fluff though. Steve is not really in this chapter, don't be mad, please. He will be back in the next chapter.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader, Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You need reassurance after the horrible date with Ray, and your best friend is there to give it to you.

Word count: 4k+

A/N: The amazing flashback scene of Eddie and Steve was written by @hellfire--cult when we were going over ideas together, so credit goes out to her, also thank you for listening to my rambles and for sharing your ideas with me 💕 ps: if you haven't read any of her stories, go do it right now, do I wanna know? had me in a chokehold

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The bruises on Eddie’s knuckles don’t surprise you, it was to be expected after seeing Ray’s face but it still makes you freeze a little. All night, he has been hiding them from you, doing everything to keep you from seeing them but now you do, you see them clearly, the cuts and the bruised knuckles, you wonder if he has any others that may be hidden under his clothes. 

With your elbows leaned against the counter and your face propped up by your hands, you stare at him as you watch him make the grilled cheese sandwiches. You aren’t hungry but Eddie always insists on making you something to eat when you come over. 

Eddie can feel your eyes on him, he knows that you know. Yet, neither of you speak up about it. You act like nothing's wrong and so does he, but he knows that a conversation about what happened is bound to happen tonight.

“I don’t feel like going back to school,” you groan. 

A smile tugs at his lips, he glances up at you after he flips the sandwich over in the pan. 

“The good A student doesn’t feel like going back to school?” He chuckles. 

“Shut up,” you snort, “just because I have good grades, doesn’t mean that I like going to school. Besides, you are the nerd out of the two of us, dungeon master.”

His eyes widen and he places a hand on his chest, dramatically. You try not to stare at his knuckles again. 

“Me? A nerd?”

“Yeah, you’ve been studying way more than me!”

“I’m studying with you, sweetheart. You basically force me into doing it–”

“Because I want you to graduate, dumbass,” you exclaim, reaching for the bowl of grapes, you pick out one and throw it at him, giggling when it hits him on the forehead. 

“Ouch! We don’t throw food around, young lady!” He says with a stern voice, pointing at you with the spatula. 

You giggle, “I’m sorry, sir.”

Shaking his head, he huffs with a smile on his face. 

“Are you ready for your gourmet dinner, queen?” He jokes as he takes the sandwich out of the pan and puts it on the plate. 

“I’m always ready for Chef Munson’s amazing grilled cheese sandwich,” you grin, taking the plate from his hands, “it’s better than any other sandwich.”

He snorts at the nickname, smirking at you as he puts his sandwich on his plate as well. 

“One of these days, I’m gonna bake you a cake.”

You raise your brows, taking your plate as you follow him to the small table. 

“A cake? What kind of cake, Eddie?” You ask, sitting down on the chair. 

“Whatever cake you want,” he chuckles, taking a bite out of his sandwich. 

“I think we should make one together, that way nothing goes wrong.” 

He frowns, mouth twisting and looking at you, offended.

“Eat your sandwich, you must be hangry.”

Eddie’s eyes flash with amusement when you giggle at his words, taking your sandwich, you look at him as you bite into it. He watches the way you chew it with a smile on your face, nodding at him.

“Good?” 

“Hmm.” 

He chuckles when you hold your hand in front of your mouth, “very good.”

He pats himself on the shoulder, jokingly. 

After you both finish eating, you retreat back to his room with the candy you brought him from the store. Eddie gets comfortable on the bed, opening the bag of m&m’s and reaching for the remote to turn on the TV that he got from his old neighbor after helping him change the tires on his Chevy truck. 

Eddie glances at you, watching the way you take a seat on his chair instead of the bed, next to him. You have been distant all day, you didn’t even hug him when you said ‘hello’, the way you usually do. He knows that you might not feel comfortable with physical touch yet but you hugged him yesterday morning and you let him kiss your hands, you didn’t seem to mind that. 

He flips through the channels but he keeps watching you, watching the way your brows furrow. You look like you want to say something but something keeps you from doing so, so he gives you more time, waits for you to be the one to speak up, the way he always does.

He adjusts his pillows and leans back, offering you some of the candy, he holds out the bag to you. 

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. 

“Why are you so far away?” He asks as he puts the candy on the nightstand, “you can’t see the TV from there.”

He sees the way you hesitate when he pats the spot next to him, the way you seem to think of something that makes your eyes flash with sadness, the way your eyes then soften when they meet his. You push yourself up from the chair, you tug at your black sweatshirt as you walk towards the bed and finally sit down next to him. You lean back and pull your knees up to your chest. 

“Are you cold?” He asks, eyeing you slowly. 

You shake your head, murmuring a small ‘no’. 

He still reaches for the blanket that he bought a few months back. You get cold easily. 

He places the maroon colored blanket over your knees, giving you a sweet smile when you lay your head on your knees as you look at him with soft eyes. 

“What?” He whispers, chuckling. 

“Nothing,” you say with a smile that fades a little when you take a look at his knuckles. Eddie is surprised that you haven’t confronted him about them yet, how you haven’t asked or said anything. He wonders if you are mad or disappointed in him, or even scared – to think that you could be scared of him, makes him feel so horrible. He never wants you to be scared of him. 

He sees the way your eyes lose focus, you get lost in your thoughts, he can see it on your face, the way it loses the smile completely. He tries not to stare, but he can’t take his eyes off of you, he too gets lost in his thoughts when he thinks of the previous night. 

Neither of you pay attention to the sitcom playing on the TV, neither of you listen to the voices or the laughter, you are both too deep in your thoughts. Eddie clenches his bruised fist, trying not to wince at the ache in his side. 

You stare at him and when your eyes meet again, you finally open your mouth to ask the question that has been lingering on your mind for the past two days. 

“Do you want to have sex with me?” 

Eddie freezes. His eyes widen and flash with confusion.

That isn’t your question. 

You regret it, instantly. Yet, you repeat it, phrasing it differently this time. 

“L-Like, do you expect me to have sex with you?” You ask nervously and with a guilty feeling in your stomach.

You never thought that that is what Eddie wanted or wants from you, you always thought that he was just your friend, the friend who loves you unconditionally and platonically. You never once thought that his touches meant that he wanted more and you still don’t believe that but Ray’s words have pushed you into a bad mindset, again. He made you feel insecure and so horrible about yourself. 

You aren’t interesting, he said. You are nothing but a good fuck, that is what he said.

“W-What?” 

You don’t look at him any longer, your eyes are filled with tears and you are looking down, unable to face him and it worries Eddie. 

“Of course not, sweetheart,” he says softly, wanting to reach out to touch your hand but he decides against it, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable, “why would I expect that from you?”

You shrug, sniffling quietly. 

“I-It’s just Ray, he said some really nasty things to me.”

Eddie tries to stay calm, he tries to keep his anger at bay, not wanting to scare you.

“What did he say?”

You lick your lips as you try to blink away the tears that you don’t want to fall, you glance up at him again, you look into his chocolate eyes, feeling a sense of comfort in your chest when you stare at them. 

“He just, he was nice all night, we went to the movies and then we got some drinks and I-I thought that he really just wanted to hang out, to get to know me and just leave it at that, you know?” You say, finally telling him about the night. 

He nods.

“But then, he took me to Lovers Lake and then he kissed me, a-and then he tried to do more and I didn’t–” you pause, taking a deep breath when you feel the disgust and the anger and the fear rushing through again, “I didn’t want it, I pushed him away but he was so persistent a-and I was so scared, Eddie.” 

He stares at you, helplessly and angry at the man who did this to you. He has already done what he wanted to do, but he wants to do it again. He wants to hurt him, over and over again. 

He can’t stand the thought of you being so scared, of you feeling so helpless and afraid and small. 

“I slapped him and I tried to run but then he came after me, and then he said all these things to me. He told me that he never wanted to get to know me, t-that he just wanted to fuck me,” you say in disgust.

You clench your fists, not noticing how deep your nails dig into your palms, “cause apparently that’s all I’m good for, I’m a good fuck. I’m boring and not interesting enough to keep around, that’s why Steve dumped me. I am nothing but a good fuck, that’s all I am to others.” 

Eddie stares at you in shock. 

His soul is filled with anger and he wants nothing more than to go after him, again and again. 

He takes no offense to your question, he knows the state you were in after Steve left you, the insecurities and the thoughts you were dealing with. 

“It made me feel so, so worthless.”

Eddie’s heart aches at your words. 

You sit there, making yourself as small as possible, you wrap your arms tighter around your legs as you pull them closer to your chest, you wipe away the tears of anger and hurt and you look down with a trembling lip.

“Sweetheart, I hope you know that he was full of shit.” 

You hear the shakiness in his voice, you see the anger in his features when you look up at him, the mention of Ray is enough to fill Eddie with rage, you wonder what he looked and felt like when Ray was right in front of him. 

“Guys like him are used to things going their way, when they don’t, they get angry and frustrated, you bruise their ego, they’ll bruise you back in some way,” he mumbles the last part as he thinks of the bruises he had left on you, “and this guy, he’s a fucking psychopath, I can tell you that much.”

He won’t tell you everything, he won’t tell you what Ray said to him, you know he won’t. 

“Somehow, he knows how to fucking get to you,” he says, pausing to take a deep breath.

What does he mean by that?

“I-I mean, he knew how to get to you, he said things to you that he knew would hurt – but, it’s all bullshit, y/n, it’s all fucking bullshit. You are not boring in any way, shit, you’re the coolest person I know! You’ve always been the coolest person, sweetheart – even when you were still just listening to The Smiths and rewatching the same two movies every Friday, you were still the coolest fucking person on this planet!”

Your eyes widen, a smile tugs at your lips at his little outburst. 

“The whole planet?” You ask, giggling. 

“Yeah,” he smiles when he hears your giggle, “the whole planet, sweetheart.”

“There’s so many amazing girls you haven’t met yet though,” you point out, tilting your head. 

“There’s no one more amazing than you.” 

You smile but you don’t believe his words. 

Eddie eyes your whole face as his crosses with confusion, sadness and disbelief. 

You easily believed the words Ray said about you, but you struggle to believe his words. He thought you were doing better, he hoped so. 

“I shouldn’t have just gone after him, I should’ve gone after Harrington’s hair as well.”

To hear him admit that he went after Ray doesn’t shock you, you knew it from the moment you saw Ray at the hospital.

You shake your head with a chuckle. 

“I’m serious,” he says, nudging your knee with his hand, “he was an asshole to you. He didn’t deserve you.”

“Eddie,” you whisper. 

“It’s the truth, y/n. Steve never deserved you, he treated you like shit, he made you feel like shit.” 

Eddie knew it from the start, from the moment you first talked, from the moment you first spent time together, he could see the pain in your eyes, the insecurities that you have felt just because of him. Steve had the best thing he could get; your love. But he threw it all away, he never gave you what you deserved, he never treated you like he should have, he never loved you like you should have been loved. He gave it all to her, all the kindness, all the gentleness, all the trust and the love, she got it all without having to fight for it, without having to ask for it, he just gave it to her, he gave her the things that you deserved. 

Eddie would never admit it, but to see Steve treat his new girlfriend like the queen of the world, always made him so incredibly angry, that’s how he should have treated you when you were still with him but instead, he treated you like garbage, he betrayed you, he lied to you, he hurt you over and over again, he put other girls before you, he gave you nothing but pain and still, you stayed with him but he tossed you aside so easily and replaced you with another girl. 

“You believed Ray’s words, right?” 

You blink, looking down at your hands as you slowly nod. 

“Because of Steve,” he mumbles quietly, “he made you feel that way first, right?” 

Your heart drops a little, tears well up in your eyes again. 

Steve made you feel like you were never good enough, like you weren’t interesting enough, like you weren’t the right girl to be a girlfriend, like you didn’t deserve to be treated like a girl someone loves, like you were nothing more than a side piece because that is how he treated you most of the time. 

That is why his words had gotten to you. That is why you got drunk and high at a place you shouldn’t be at. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, sadly. 

Eddie looks at you with sad eyes. 

He doesn’t hate Steve, not anymore. He can tell that he changed, he knows that he regrets his actions and the way he treated you but he can’t help but feel anger towards him at this moment. 

You keep looking down, trying to hide the sadness on your face and tears in your eyes. Eddie reaches his hands out to you, slowly. He cups your cheeks and tilts your head up,  eyeing the look on your face as he wills himself to speak. 

“Listen to me, sweetheart. If I were him, I would’ve held onto you, I would’ve taken you on all the dates, I would’ve dropped all my shitty friends, I would’ve kicked Billy’s ass a long time ago, I would’ve never looked at any other girl if you were by my side, I would’ve treated you like the queen that you are,” he says, tapping your nose to make you smile and it works, it always does. 

Your eyes soften and you melt into his touch, smiling sadly at his words. 

You wish he would’ve done all of these things but, he never did. 

“I would have never let a bad thought get into this pretty head,” he says, tapping your forehead softly.

“And I certainly would have never let you go, ever.” 

Your brows knit, your eyes are glossy, again. You look into his soft brown eyes and you see nothing but the truth, he isn’t just saying that to make you feel better, to take away your pain. He is honest, he always is. 

Eddie watches you, he watches the way your eyes skip over his whole face, the way they flash with sadness and with fear as you think about his words and then you say something that shocks him, a little. 

“Please don’t.” 

His brows rise up, surprise crosses his features. 

“Please don’t ever let me go,” you whisper, your lip trembling when you reach your hand out to grab his wrist, “please don’t leave me.”

The smile falls from his face, his eyes widen with sadness. This time, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, he hugs you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I would never leave you, sweetheart. You will always have me.”

“Promise?” You ask shakily, just as you asked him once. 

You need him to stay. You can’t lose him, not after you had lost Steve already. 

“I promise,” he whispers, squeezing your sides as you hug him back tighter. 

You close your eyes and lay your chin on his shoulder as you melt into his embrace. He radiates warmth and comfort, safety and something you can’t understand yet. Eddie smells like cigarettes but you don’t mind, the smell of his cologne and his body wash covers up the smell of smoke. 

Eddie runs his fingers through your hair, finally holding you the way he has been craving to ever since that night. 

“I’ll marry you one day.”  

“What?” You ask, giggling. 

“I said; I’ll marry you one day,” he chuckles, not pulling away from the hug just yet. 

“Is that a proposal?” You joke, unable to fight the smile off of your face.

“Mhmm.”

“Where’s the ring?”

“I’ll give you one of mine.”

“I want the one with the black stone.”

“You got it, angel.”

You giggle again and he smiles at that. 

When you pull away and he sees that the tears are long gone, and a smile is playing on your lips, he pinches your cheek gently. 

“There’s the smile I wanted to see,” he grins. 

Your hair falls in front of your face when you look down at his hands. There are cuts and bruises on his knuckles, you are scared to touch them but you take one of his hands in yours and you softly touch the bruises with your fingers. 

You don’t need to talk about it, it’s enough to look at each other to understand it all. 

He watches you, again and he wonders what you are thinking. 

He clears his throat about to speak up but you beat him to it. 

“You know, I like your idea,” you say as you look at him through your lashes. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” he starts, already smiling at you, “we should get married when we’re both 30 and still single.”

You laugh, “that sounds like a plan.”

“A good plan?” 

“The best. But, you don’t plan on spending your twenties without me, do you?” 

He scoffs, “never, what would I do without my best friend?”

Your heart skips a beat and for the first time after the horrible days you have had, you feel the happiness rushing back. You feel comforted and safe, you know that as long as you have him, your best friend, nothing bad will happen to you. The look in his eyes, the bruises on his knuckles are the evidence that he will do everything to keep you safe. 

This time, you are the one reaching out to touch him, you cup his cheeks and you surprise him when you pull him towards you to kiss him, to kiss his cheek. 

“You’re the best, Eddie,” you whisper before your lips meet his cheek again, “you’re my favorite person.”

You don’t pay attention to the way his cheeks flush red, you don’t see the way his eyes flash with something you haven’t seen before.

Eddie stares at you for the longest time and he suddenly feels flustered when he realizes that you can see the redness on his cheeks and his neck when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall and then, he remembers what Steve said to him last night.

It all comes rushing in and it overwhelms him.

He squeezes your hand, clearing his throat, “I-I’m gonna get us something to drink,” he says as he practically rushes out of his room, leaving the door open as he makes his way into the kitchen. He raises his hand, running his fingers through his hair as he lets out a long sigh. Turning on the lights, he places his hands on the counter, gripping it tightly. 

If only Harrington would have kept his fucking mouth shut.

Eddie was driving Steve back to his house, knuckles almost bleeding on the steering wheel, not a single word being said by neither of the men. Steve's temple was bruised, his fists as well and Eddie if he were to raise his shirt up, a bruise would be displayed on his rib.

The Harrington's house came into view and Eddie parked the car in front of it, waiting for Steve to come out. He heard the door open but it didn't close, making him turn to find Steve looking forward, eyes that Eddie could only describe as lost, yet with fire within them, as if angry.

“Munson.” It was the first time Steve has said a word to him.

“Yes Harrington?” And he was expecting a congratulations or a thank you or good job because of what they just did together to someone that hurt you. But Steve's gaze turned to him, a cold glare featuring in his eyes, and Eddie's face went rigid.

“You're a fucking liar.”

And then the door slams, and Steve Harrington goes back to his house, leaving Eddie Munson completely stunned inside of his van. 

Shit.

The sound of the freezer door closing startles him a little. He turns around with a frown, he finds you walking towards him with a bag of frozen peas in your hand, without a single word, you grab his right hand, placing the cold bag on his bruised knuckles. 

He looks down at you, swallowing nervously. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you whisper, finally addressing it. You look up with glossy eyes, a knowing look lingers in them, you did not know how to approach this topic but, you don’t really have to. You know why he did it.

“Sweetheart–”

“Thank you,” you whisper as a happy tear runs down your cheek because for the first time, you feel protected and loved after all these years of believing that you do not deserve this. Eddie proved you wrong, time and time, he proved you wrong and showed you that you do deserve this and more.

Eddie gazes down at you like you are the most precious thing in the world. 

He wipes your tear away the way he always does before he pulls you into his arms. He holds you, he holds you tightly, like he never wants to let you go, like no one ever has before.

Eddie enjoys this moment, just standing here in the kitchen under dim lights with you in his arms before he has to ruin the moment. 

“You should thank Steve too.”

He feels the way you freeze in his arms and he also feels how you don’t pull away. 

“Steve was there too?”

“He was.”

You don’t say anything, you stay quiet and then you whisper a small ‘oh’ before you relax again and hug him tighter, pressing your cheek against his chest as you listen to his beating heart. 

Eddie tightens his hold on you as well, he kisses the top of your head. 

“Anybody that hurts you won’t walk away without a bruise.” He whispers.

Something changed and you can both feel it, you don’t understand it, not yet.

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You should not be here. 

You know that you should be far away from this place. 

It was bad enough that you had called him three nights ago, that you had let yourself be vulnerable in front of him, that you had spent the morning with him, that you had let him drive you home, that you had hugged him. It was bad but it was nice, it was nice to be with him again. 

To drive in his car, to feel his arms around you again, to see him look at you. 

You never realized how much you missed it, how much you missed him. 

Your thoughts kept taking you back to him, especially today. The record store was mostly empty today and you stood behind the counter, listening to the music playing on the radio and drawing in the notebook that Eddie gave you. 

When Heroes by David Bowie started playing, you felt like you were being haunted, haunted by memories of you and him together.

You shouldn’t let your heart guide you here but it did, you let it, just like you always do. 

You wanted to see him, to thank him for what he did but you didn’t want to see this. 

You should be used to it by now, after months of seeing him with her, it should be easier, right? It’s not. 

And as you stand there, watching him kiss her on his porch, smiling against her and brushing the curls out of her face, you can’t help but feel that it will never be easier. 

He looks happy, happier than he ever did when he was with you and even though you let him go a long time ago, you still feel the ache in your heart, the hollowness in your stomach. 

He used to kiss you like this, though he never looked at you the way he looks at her – with the light in his eyes and the smile on his face, the one that doesn’t look forced or fake. 

You hear her giggle when he drops the keys to his house. He picks them up and pulls her back towards him, leaning down to kiss her cheek before he opens the door to let her in. 

You never watched him so closely when he was with her, you always avoided it, not wanting to hurt yourself more than necessary but now, you can see it all, the love and the happiness in his features. 

He loves her. 

You always knew that he did, yet, somehow it feels like you understood it all just now. 

He loves her. 

He claimed to have loved you too and maybe he did, maybe he did love you but never like this. 

A weird feeling settles in Steve’s heart and he doesn’t know what it is that pushes him to turn around but he does, he looks back as though expecting to see someone standing in his driveway but it’s empty.  

He doesn’t see anything but trees and the empty streets. 

He furrows his brows, almost confused to not see anyone. 

“Steve?” Nancy calls from inside the house, “come on.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles to himself before he turns around and walks inside. He holds the door, not shutting it yet, he takes one final look at his driveway, staring at it for a long minute before he closes the door. 

next chapter

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Daddy Daycare: Five’s Flu Fiasco

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

It was a gloomy Monday morning when Five Hargreeves woke to the sound of coughing and sneezing. He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Beside him, his wife Y/n was bundled up in blankets, looking utterly miserable. Her face was flushed, her nose was red, and her eyes were watery.

“Good morning,” Five said, though it sounded more like a question.

“Mmph,” Y/n groaned, pulling the blankets tighter around her. “I feel awful.”

Five’s heart sank. He knew what that meant. “The flu?”

Y/n nodded, looking like a pitiful burrito of misery. “I’m sorry, Five. You’ll have to take care of the kids today. And me.”

“Of course,” Five said, kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got this.”

Y/n gave him a weak smile. “Thanks, love. Good luck.”

The Hargreeves’ kitchen was a scene of controlled chaos. Five had managed feed their two young children, Maddie and Milo, while also making tea for Y/n and preparing a quick breakfast.

Maddie, their five-year-old daughter, was seated at the kitchen table, trying to spread jam on her toast. Half of it ended up on her face.

“Daddy, I need help!” she called, waving her sticky fingers in the air.

Milo, their one-year-old son, was happily tossing Cheerios on the floor, giggling each time they bounced and rolled away.

“Cereal!” he shouted, flinging another handful.

“Alright, everyone, calm down,” Five said, juggling a spoon and a sippy cup. He quickly wiped Maddie’s face with a napkin and refilled Milo’s cup. “Breakfast is almost over. We’ve got a big day ahead.”

After breakfast, Five attempted to tidy up the kitchen while keeping an eye on Maddie and Milo. He heard a faint call from the bedroom and rushed to check on Y/n, who was now sitting up in bed, looking slightly more alive but still pale.

“How are you feeling?” Five asked, handing her a cup of tea.

“Like I’ve been hit by a bus,” Y/n replied, taking a sip. “Thank you for handling everything.”

“No problem,” Five said with a confident smile. “I’ve got it all under control.”

Five’s confidence was tested as soon as he attempted to dress the kids. Maddie was determined to wear her princess costume, complete with tiara and wand, while Milo insisted on nothing but his superhero cape and diaper.

“We can’t go out like this,” Five said, trying to wrestle Milo into some pants.

“But Daddy, I want to be a princess!” Maddie pouted.

“hero!” Milo added, running around the living room with his cape flapping behind him.

“Okay, okay,” Five sighed. “You can wear your costumes. But just for today.”

The kids cheered, and Five quickly sent a photo to Y/n, who responded with a laughing emoji and a thumbs-up.

Determined to keep the kids entertained, Five set up a makeshift play area in the living room. Maddie and Milo were delighted with the stack of pillows and blankets that Five turned into a fort.

“This is the best castle ever!” Maddie declared, crawling inside with her tiara.

“Yeah! Castle!” Milo echoed, diving in after her.

Five felt a small surge of pride. “I told you I’ve got this,” he muttered to himself. “How hard can it be?”

Lunchtime was another adventure. Five attempted to make grilled cheese sandwiches, but the kitchen soon filled with smoke as the first batch burned. He coughed and waved a dish towel in the air, trying to clear the haze.

“Uh-oh, Daddy’s cooking!” Maddie giggled, peeking over the counter.

“Oops!” Milo said, covering his mouth with his tiny hands.

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Five said, scraping the burnt sandwiches into the trash. “We’ll try again.”

The second attempt was more successful, and soon the kids were happily munching on their sandwiches, while Five checked on Y/n again.

Y/n was dozing off when Five came in, a tray with soup and crackers in hand.

“Brought you some lunch,” he said softly, placing the tray on her bedside table.

Y/n opened her eyes and smiled weakly. “You’re amazing. How’s it going out there?”

“Surprisingly well,” Five said, though he wasn’t entirely sure who he was trying to convince. “The kids are having a blast.”

“Good,” Y/n said, reaching for the soup. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” Five promised, though he hoped he wouldn’t have to.

Nap time was a blessed relief. Five managed to get Milo down for a nap, but Maddie was proving more difficult. She kept bouncing on her bed, her tiara askew.

“Daddy, I’m not tired!” she insisted, even as she yawned.

“Just try to rest,” Five said, tucking her in. “You don’t have to sleep, just relax.”

Maddie finally settled down with a storybook, and Five tiptoed out of the room, feeling a rare moment of calm.

By the time dinner rolled around, Five was feeling the strain. The kitchen was a mess, the kids were getting cranky, and Y/n still needed care. He decided on a simple dinner of pasta, hoping it would be quick and easy.

Of course, things didn’t go as planned. Milo managed to spill his milk, and Maddie decided to add her own “seasoning” to the pasta, which consisted of chocolate chips she had found in the pantry.

“What are you doing?” Five exclaimed, rescuing the pasta from further contamination.

“Making it yummy!” Maddie said, her eyes wide with innocence.

“Okay, no more cooking for you,” Five said, giving her a stern but playful look.

After the chaotic dinner, Five managed to get the kids into their pajamas and ready for bed. Maddie insisted on wearing her tiara to bed, and Milo refused to part with his superhero cape.

Five read them a bedtime story, feeling his energy finally start to flag. By the time he kissed them goodnight and closed their doors, he was ready to collapse.

Five finally had a moment to sit down and relax. He sank into the couch, closing his eyes for just a second.

“Five?” Y/n’s voice called softly from the bedroom.

Five sighed and got up, making his way to their room. “Yeah?”

Y/n looked up at him with a tired but grateful smile. “You did an amazing job today.”

“Thanks,” Five said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But I don’t know how you do this every day.”

“Practice,” Y/n said, laughing softly. “And you’re a natural. The kids love spending time with you.”

“I love spending time with them too,” Five admitted, leaning down to kiss her. “Even if it’s exhausting.”

Y/n reached up to brush his hair back. “You’re a wonderful dad. And a wonderful husband.”

“And you’re a wonderful wife,” Five said, lying down next to her. “Even if you’re currently a snotty mess.”

Y/n laughed and lightly smacked his arm. “Thanks. I think.”

“Get some rest,” Five said, pulling the blankets up around her. “I’ll handle everything else.”

Y/n snuggled into the blankets, her eyes already drifting shut. “Love you,” she murmured.

“Love you too,” Five whispered, watching her for a moment before heading back to the living room.

Five was finally able to relax. He sat on the couch with a cup of coffee, the house quiet and peaceful. Despite the chaos and exhaustion, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Taking care of his family, no matter how challenging, was worth every moment.

As he sipped his coffee, he couldn’t help but smile. Today had been a test of his patience and skills, but he had passed. And as he looked around at the cozy, if slightly messy, living room, he knew he wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 21: Psychology in the Field of Aesthetics

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Leo saunters into Mikey's traincar sometime in the afternoon. Mikey slept half the day away, missing breakfast and is just about to miss out on lunch. Raph and Casey made some beef ramen with eggs, and Leo has prepared a tray for Mikey in case he was willing to eat, along with some grilled cheese and juice. Mikey will like that...

The lair is kind of quiet today. It reminds Leo of the week when Mikey was gone... it was too quiet. No one wanted to say anything, and everyone was hiding out in their own spaces doing their own thing to try and find a way to help bring him home somehow. Donnie locked himself away in his labs. Raph was training away his anger and fear. Casey, April, and Cass fought over patrol every single night. And Leo... Leo was going out of his mind.

Some nights Leo just went to the buildings across from the TCRI and watched the building. Just... watched it. Like maybe if he stared at it long enough, it would spit out Mikey. He'd perch there for hours until the sun came up, and then he'd hurry home before the others caught him. He knew that they knew, but none of them ever spoke about it. Donnie knew because of the trackers. Raph knew because there was no hiding anything from the oldest sibling. But they were kind enough to not say anything... or maybe, they were too busy stressing and trying to cope in their own ways.

But it was just too quiet in the lair, no matter what they did to cope.

Mikey was always the loudest of the bunch -- very talkative and outgoing, doing his best to brighten the mood whenever someone was feeling down. But when Mikey went missing... so did the sunshine.

Leo knew that there would be a period where Mikey would be quiet when he got home. It was the same for him after the invasion. Leo had only been in the Prison Dimension for a few minutes, but that was enough to keep him silent for days before he finally started talking about menial things. What food he wanted for dinner. Cracking a joke. Laughing at a Jupiter Jim scene. Whether or not his cast itched. It took even longer for him to talk about what he'd been through. And he knew that Mikey would act fine about it all, he'd clam up about what had happened but be some version of himself, until he finally felt comfortable sharing what he'd been through.

But that had been back when he assumed that Mikey would come home in the same state he'd left.

Not mutated and mangled...

And it's still quiet in the lair.

Day by day, Mikey has been getting better and filling the home with his light and laughter. But it's... strained. Stifled. Something is lingering under the surface, something is bothering Mikey. And he won't, or can't explain what it is.

Leo rolls his shoulders as he walks down the hall. They still ache from yesterday. Mikey didn't break the skin, but there are huge bruises and marks from where he had his death-grip on him. Leo chose to wear his hoodie to hide them, which helped. No one's asked about it, so it must be working.

Leo slides the door to Mikey's room open, poking his head inside as he knocks on the doorframe.

"Miguel? You awake?"

He hears Mikey shuffle under the blankets. A head pokes out, and in the darkness Leo sees sleepy eyes open with a startling glow.

"Mhm..." Mikey mumbles.

"Cool. You want some lunch? It's soup and sandwiches," Leo offers.

"Okay..." he yawns, slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Gonna... get down from th'hammock..."

"Good idea. And hey, your vocab is sounding better!" Leo congratulates, as Mikey climbs down and settles on one of the beanbags.

Mikey yawns once more before getting situated, dragging the blanket he had with him off the hammock and wrapping it over his shoulders.

Leo walks over to him, his feet crinkle some paper left on the floor. Uh oh, did he ruin a Mikey original? He'll have to check... In the meantime, he places the tray down on Mikey's lap. Mikey sniffs the bowl and smiles.

"Smells good," he says.

"Raph and Casey did a sweet job, huh?"

"Mhm," Mikey mumbles as he starts to slurp up the noodles and broth.

"Mind if I turn on a light?" Leo asks, walking to the lightswitch.

Mikey nods with a mumble, continuing to much on the eggs.

Leo flicks the lights on. Mikey flinches. Same old, same old.

On the floor is a roll of paper, figures scribbled across it with finger paint and acrylics. Leo kneels down besides the paper and stares at it.

"Mikey," he whispers, "when did you make this?"

Mikey looks up, noodles hanging from his lip and nose. He shrugs before dipping his face back into the bowl.

"Yesterday. Sick. I forgot about that."

Leo traces his finger over the green and yellow doodle of Mikey... he isn't as skilled as he used to be, but the emotion is still conveyed.

There's a drawing of Mikey in a cage, a person in a white coat is kicking the bars and making him cry. Mikey drew anger emanating off of the man, exclamation points and storm clouds showing his fury and how loud the man must've been.

Another sketch shows Mikey being poked with needles, each one filled with random colours -- neon green, blood red, and hot pink with yellow eyes drawn within them.

One drawing shows Mikey turning blue as frost engulfs him from a weird hair-dryer or something.

Leo looks back up at Mikey. He knew there was something lingering under the surface...

"Hey, Mike?"

Mikey looks up at him, holding the bowl up as he downs the broth in large gulps.

"Do you think... we could do some more art like this?" he asks, holding up the paper.

Mikey stares at the drawings. He swallows hard. He slowly lowers the now-empty bowl onto the tray. His tail taps nervously against the floor. His toes curl with growing anxiety.

"Um... m-m-maybe. Mmmmiiiikey... doesn't really like those drawings. I-I... I don't like them. They, uh.... what's word... bring back scared feelings."

Leo nods.

"I understand. But... I think this is important, Mikey. It would help us understand better about how to take care of you. And maybe it'll help you feel better?"

Mikey fidgets, poking the sandwich.

"But I totally get it if you don't think you're ready!" Leo adds. "After the invasion and everything, I didn't want to talk to anyone. Nobody. I wanted to keep it bottled up inside, because I was scared of getting hurt again, or maybe hurting you guys by telling you what I'd been dealing with... because... it was a lot."

Mikey looks up slowly. Leo is still staring down at the drawings, he doesn't see the concern and confusion on Mikey's face. What is Leo talking about? What invasion?

"...But you were the one to help me get it off my chest. Dr. Feelings really knocked some sense into me. And... it did kind of hurt, it was scary, but everyone was there to help me get through it, and we talked it all out -- Donnie's integrating with the ship, Raph's krangification, you with the portal, and me with the Prison Dimension and all the stuff that I was dealing with."

Leo finally looks up at his baby brother.

"So, I just wanna do that for you. I want to be your Dr. Feelings. Do you think... we could do that?"

Mikey shifts his weight as he considers it.

"...Does Mikey -- Do I have to talk about it?"

"I guess not... You can just draw whatever comes to mind. Is that okay?"

Mikey swallows nervously.

"Make Leo happy?"

"This is about making YOU happy," Leo responds. "I just want to help you heal. Maybe... this could be like 'art therapy', if that exists... that exists, right?"

Mikey chuckles. It probably exists now...

"Okay. We can do art therapy."

Leo's eyes brighten.

"Really? You're okay for this?"

"Just let me finish my food," Mikey mumbles, taking the sandwich and biting into it.

"No problemo, my guy," Leo says, pointing finger guns at him. "I'll go see if the guys wanna join in."

Leo runs out of the room, taking Mikey's empty bowl with him.

He doesn't see the nervous expression Mikey makes...

This... this will be good, right? Mikey do good?

.

.

.

Leo has gathered Raph and Casey into the bedroom with him. Donnie declined to participate, saying he had a lot of work to catch up on. He had that 'don't speak to me or I will commit murder' look on his face, so Leo left him be.

Mikey is sitting in the center of the room, Raph on his right side and Casey to his left. Leo cops a squat across from him, dumping a series of crayons and coloured pencils out for them all to use.

"Okay, so here's what's up -- we're all gonna draw along with Mikey to help the creative juices flow. He's gonna try and draw some moments from the past week for us."

Casey nods as he grabs a pencil and starts to scribble. Raph's brow furrows a bit.

"Leo... are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Mikey and I talked it over, and so long as he doesn’t actually have to talk about it yet, he's okay with it," Leo explains, already started on a drawing of his own. "Right, Miguel?"

Mikey nods silently as he dips his tail in a bottle of green paint and starts to draw himself.

Raph sighs and grabs a pen.

"Fine... Mikey does love to draw. But if at any point this becomes too much for him, we stop pushin' him. Got it?"

"Absolutely," Leo agrees. "He can just draw whatever he wants to instead."

Mikey studies the paper with intensity. He doesn't know what to draw. What do they want? What does Leo want? Mikey doesn't like how messy his art is right now, it discourages him. He feels like he should be doing better at this... but his hands shake whenever he picks up a pencil or paintbrush. His tail is the only thing that doesn't sway when he draws, but the end is so big the brushstrokes tend to be huge and fat and sloppy.

Mikey doesn't like his art right now. It makes him upset.

Use that, Instinct whispers. Use it for fuel.

Fuel for what?

Art. They want pain. Give it to them.

Pain... Leo mentioned something about that earlier. He said this would help him hurt less, by sharing his pain.

Well... Mikey trusts Leo.

If he wants pain, Mikey can provide!

Mikey starts drawing with purpose now, concentrating on the posing, finding colours that pop to show terror or the ones that are grey and dull to show despair. The human stick figures are made to be scary, the limbs distorted and disproportionate, their faces empty. They look like monsters.

Mikey draws his shell shattering into pieces like broken glass.

He clenches his jaw.

He draws robots with glowing eyes attacking him.

His shoulders tense up and tighten.

He draws animals strewn apart and ripped to shreds.

He breath fastens, he growls.

He draws his claws red and bloody.

His hands curl into fists.

He draws himself strapped down to a table with knives and electric things coming to change him.

Mikey's eyes blur over with stinging salty tears.

He draws a scary man with a large machine over his head --

"Mikey!"

He stops and looks up in shock.

Leo, Casey, and Raph are staring at him, wide-eyed and terrified.

"...Mikey... you good?"

Mikey nods, confused why they're so concerned until he looks down at his tail.

The spikes are all raised. The quills on his shoulders, too. His shell scutes are in offense mode. He suddenly realizes he's been growling under his breath this whole time. He pauses and takes a look at the paper he's been drawing on. He's been crumpling it up under his fists.

"...o-ohh... um. Oops."

He doesn’t know what else to say. He did what they wanted; he did what Leo wanted, right?

Mikey do good?

Raph reaches over and takes Mikey's artwork.

"Okay, I think that's enough for now. No more art therapy--"

"No!" Mikey yells, reaching back for the papers.

Raph freezes at Mikey's volume.

"I-I --" he stutters, trying to calm himself down.

The ridges on his shell flatten, and his tail smoothes out as he takes a breath and sits in shame for his outburst.

"I wanna draw..." he pouts. "M-maybe not... that stuff anymore, but... I wanna draw..."

He looks up at Raph.

"Don't take away the drawing stuff from me, please?"

Raph's heart breaks, though he maintains a pretty good poker face. How could he say no to him? Especially after everything.

Plus, the way he phrased it makes Raph think that there were things taken from Mikey by the EPF.

"Alrighty then," he replies, setting the art supplies back down. "We can keep drawin'. Art therapy can continue. But now, we're just gonna draw what makes us happy, okay?"

Mikey nods with excitement, dipping his tail in the paint as he tries to draw something new. Pain didn't make them happy, it made them scared of Mikey. Again. So what can he draw now? Happy things, Raph said. Draw things that are happy... that make Mikey happy.

He draws his brothers. He draws Splinter. He draws Casey and April and the human girl that smells like Casey. Mostly he draws foods. Different types of food. Burgers, steaks, BLTs, fried chicken, grilled fish, hot dogs, meats and cold cuts and proteins. Pizzas upon pizzas upon pizzas.

Casey starts taking notes of all the foods he draws so that he can try to make them for him later...

Mikey smiles as he draws.

Leo is drawing himself doing all kinds of cool poses. He isn't very skilled, but he's having fun.

Raph is drawing cute animals and teddy bears and some princess in pink with the word "Peach" scribbled over her.

Casey draws what looks like Leo, but the arm is wrong... it looks like Raph's arm. Casey draws what looks like Donnie, but taller and more buff and almost kinda scary with how serious he is. He draws a third turtle, one that is smaller and wears an orange cape and has hair? Huh. Mikey wonders who that last turtle is.

But they all seem smiley, cheery, happy.

Mikey likes art therapy.

.

.

.

Raph rubs the 'memory sauce' on Mikey's head as he snuggles into bed for the night.

"You all good? All bundled up nice and cozy?"

Mikey purrs.

"All goooooood... thank you for rubs..."

"Hey, that's what Raph is here for," he chuckles.

Mikey exhales with comfort as Raph's hands delicately massage the glowing purple-ish slime into his skin. Despite the size of his hands and the many rough calluses he has, Raph takes care to stay gentle and soothing with his rubbing. Mikey's eyes move under his eyelids as Raph administers the salve, as if he's watching a movie in his brain. Raph wonders what memory he's seeing...

Mikey yawns, his tongue curling and flicking from his mouth as he exhales.

"Nighty-night, Raphie... love you..."

Raph smiles and kisses the one exposed part of his forehead.

"Love you too, big man."

He smiles as Mikey seems to fall asleep. He reaches down to where they've been drawing for most of the day and takes Mikey's therapy drawings.

Leo?

Radio silence.

Leo!

I'm awake! a voice from his head shouts, followed by an Oof! Ow.

Raph tries not to snicker.

Did I wake you?

No, no, I was just lying down on my bed hoping someone would shout with the mind meld and disturb the oh-so-cumbersome peaceful quiet, Leo grumbles back. Why, what's up?

I figured we could look over Mikey's therapy art.

Oh. Right, that. I'll be there in a minute.

True to his word, Leo comes in a second later wearing his hoodie and some unicorn slippers.

"You ready?"

Raph nods and leaves Mikey to his rest. The two boys go to Raph's room. It's further away from Mikey's car than Leo's, so they can have privacy without fear of waking him.

The two boys spread out the crumpled sheets, looking in numb devastation at the depicted scenes.

"So... what now?" Leo asks.

"Whaddya mean, 'what now'? The art therapy was your idea, Leo!"

"Yeah, but... I mean, what comes next? We just look at it?" he asks. "I figured we could have... I dunno, had Mikey here or something. I didn't actually think we'd get this far without him. I mean, what is most of this? I wish he'd labeled a few of these..."

"Well, it's a little tough to decipher exactly what happened to him, but..." Raph peers down at a specific drawing of a needle filled with pink sludge. "I can guess what this is."

Leo looks down at the drawing. He swallows when he sees the familiar shade of sickening pink.

"So, Mikey knows he's mutated with krang?"

"Looks that way."

"Then... why hasn't he said anything? Or acted out about it? If I found out that I had that in my genes, you can bet I'd be hysterical 24/7 over it."

"I would too..." Raph nods weakly.

"So why isn't he?" Leo asks, taking a closer look. "Why is he so... nonchalant about it?"

"After everything we've been through... you think he didn't want us to know?" Raph wonders aloud.

"If he didn't, then he wouldn't have drawn it so plainly," Leo shoots down. "But... maybe he doesn't realize what it is..."

"Huh?" Raph looks up from the drawing to his brother. "What, like, he didn't know it was krang, just knew it was bad?"

"Maybe not even that. He has memory damage, and he didn't even react when he saw the krangified horde... maybe... he doesn't remember what the krang are...?"

"...On the one hand, that's twisted and horrible," Raph mutters, his face pale. "On the other... what I wouldn't give to forget them like he did."

"Ditto," Leo sighs heavily as he moves on to another art piece.

His eyes fall on one where Mikey drew a very gruesome depiction of an animal.

"Euuugh boy," he groans, taking the paper away before Raph can spot it. "Don't look at this one."

"Why?" he asks.

"It would trigger you," Leo sighs. "Let's just say... Mikey won't be getting a pet anytime soon."

Raph's head tilts.

"I don't get it."

"Good. Here's hoping you don't," Leo says as he turns the page upside down. "But Mikey... Mikey did some stuff in that lab, I'm realizing."

"What kind of 'stuff'?" Raph asks nervously.

"I... dunno. But he had to hurt things, I think. Survival of the fittest type of junk, maybe..."

Raph swallows.

"Leo... I dunno if we should be doing this without him..."

"You saw how he was reacting to just drawings of the memories," Leo retorts, grabbing a new sheet. "He's not ready for that... I thought he might be, but he isn't yet. And that's okay, we'll wait till he's ready to talk."

"That's what I mean," Raph says, pulling the sheet away from Leo. "This feels like an invasion of privacy. Mikey should be here to talk us through these, he should be the one explaining what's up rather than us just rifling through his innermost fears and traumas like some --"

Raph pauses when he sees the drawing he stole from Leo.

"...What? Like some what?" Leo asks, waiting for his brother to finish his thought.

He doesn't. Instead he stares at the drawing in his hands.

Leo bunny-hops over the pile of paper and peeks at the artwork...

"...Dude..." Leo whispers, turning to look at Raphael. "...what the heck is that."

"...I don't know," Raph whispers back. "...Do you think... it's... Mikey?"

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[cheetabites]

☆ ~ i know they’re losing

pairing: platonic!mizzen x mentor!reader summary: for the last assignment of the year you and the other top 23 students of the academy were assigned a tribute to turn into a spectacle for the watchers; you just wished you didn’t get the young boy with such soulful eyes. warnings: canon death, second person, scenes used from the movies (besides some changes I made) based on the song ‘i bet on loosing dogs’ by mitski

my baby, my baby

you’re my baby, say it to me

the first time you looked into those soulful eyes were when they were filled with tears, the emotional distress not hidden from watching eyes of the capital who only smirked and chuckled at the illuminating picture.

“district 4 male tribute, goes to (name) (last name),” you could vaguely hear the giggles coming off your classmates at your misfortune but you payed no mind, only looking at the bottom of the screen where it held his name; Mizzen.

baby, my baby

tell your baby that i’m your baby

you decided that the best way to gain his trust would be by proving yourself. so here you were, on the platform waiting for the district 4 tributes to be escorted out of their section of the train with a couple bottles of water and an assortment of wrapped goods.

when they did, the first that stepped out was festus’s tribute—radiating a threatening aura that almost made you back off—before mizzen popped his head out which made your confidence spike, knowing you would take your chances with coral if that meant keeping him fed.

“excuse me,” your voice was soft and your touch even softer as you tried to get the attention of the peacekeepers escorting them, at first not even gathering their attention but the two tributes instead which caused them to stop in their place.

the men clad in grey looked towards what gathered their attention, making them stop in annoyance, your crimson academy uniform alerting them of a possible reason you’d be here.

glad you had gotten the recognition you needed you hastily stumbled out the words before they were transported into the other car waiting just a few feet away, “i brought something for my tribute, i would like for them to have it before they’re taken away.”

despite their obvious reluctance they knew you came from a family that held a high place in society, which meant if they didn’t oblige they could possibly loose their job (if you decided to be petty), so they hesitantly gave you a nod which caused a smile of appreciation to bloom on your face.

quickly, you pulled out two wrapped sandwiches—grilled cheese and turkey—and a bottle of water before making your way infront of mizzen who coral was ultimately guarding, “i didn’t know what you liked, but i know this is better than starving.”

and when mizzen didn’t immediately grasp your offerings, you shot a look to coral trying your best to show you didn’t mean any harm, hoping to persuade her so she could lower her guard on him. there was a prolonged pause before she stepped away, mizzen eagerly grabbing the food before looking up at you.

you smiled at him one last time before leaning close to his ear to whisper to him, “i’ll come find you again soon to bring you more food. i’ll see you later, alright?”

and as the peacekeepers led them into the cattle car you could almost make out the childish smile he shot your way in thanks.

i bet on losing dogs

i know they’re losing and i pay for my place

by the ring

his form was jittery as you entered the arena, his eyes consuming every inch of the place where his body would take it’s last breaths if he didn’t emerge as the victor. the swirling thoughts in his brain making him oblivious to the fact that he had desperately grasped onto your hand.

at first, shock coursed through your body but seeing the far-away look in his eyes you let him grasp onto you for comfort, gently leading him around the arena as you scoped out for places he could hide or when he needed it to have the advantage.

only minutes after, your attention was averted to the shakiness under your legs just before a burst of dust tumbled down. immediately taking action, you tugged on the hand you were holding so you could lead him to safety, completely disregarding yours…disregarding that a piece of debris was coming right for you.

the impact was rough, causing your hands to break apart as the rubble casted it’s weight over your legs. but when he looked back with fear in his eyes all you did was call out to him to run.

and when your eyes were slipping shut, the last thing you saw was mizzen desperately fighting the peacekeepers hold as he called out for them to help you.

where i’ll be looking in their eyes when their down

i’ll be there on their side

all you could do was watch from the screen as the holographic snakes broke out of their confinements and slithered across the dirtied arena floor. mizzen’s pace slowing for just a second as exhaustion finally caught up to him, unknowingly giving the snakes an open opportunity for another kill. tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as wave after wave consumed his body.

the venom was quick to kill most of his nerves, enough that instead of seeing coral looking back at him he saw you. a desperate plea leaving his lips in his final moments, “(name!!)”

i’m losing by their side

“and there goes merciless mizzen!” lucky flickerman excitedly announced, “have a good summer (last name)!”

you hastily got up from your chair, head up high until you were fully out of everyone’s view. only to quickly cover your mouth to quell the beginning of your anguished sobs, as you stood alone outside—those soulful eyes now dark and void of life.

© mirrorsmoonlight. don’t translate or repost my works on any platform. dec 23 2023.

[buff-muffin]

Random little One piece modern AU thoughts and I guess scenes I had about mainly Luffy

1. Luffy is the best guy to take to karaoke. While he isn’t the best singer he’s also not the worst. However he sings with his whole chest and heart and will sing duets with anyone no matter how lovey or metal. His energy always brought everyone out of their shells he just has a bad habit of singing when it’s not his turn

2. I feel like in a modern AU Luffy would still be friends with a lot of the people he met in series just under different conditions. Like water 7 instead of the mayor almost being assassinated he just. Met him. Like on good terms. idk, maybe Luffy saved tyrannosaurus and now they just exchange animals pics and the occasional “hey I’m heading to insert place where should I go to eat” and Luffy just introduces the Baratie with no heads up to Zeff and Sanji and when Sanji spams the group chat freaking out he just says you’re welcome :D

3. Luffy keeps the contacts of everyone he’s met and keep them under their nicknames. Monster granny, hammock, split head ect. It’s the only way he can remember them after all. When nami had gotten nosy and decided to go through his contacts she obviously asked who tf ice pops was. Imagine her surprise when Luffy confidently answers that it’s the mayor from a few towns over.

4. In a modern AU the ASL brothers were totally still bush kids. Like. Dadan’s (probably community house) was right by the woods and they would have a similar childhood to canon with less killing wild animals. But they also a thousand fucking percent had a Nintendo Wii. Like Ace and Sabo fought tooth and NAIL for player one and Luffy was banished to player three with the dingiest controller known to man (not even the safety strap could protect that thing from getting tossed at the tv) And speaking from my own experience as a younger sibling Ace totally spent a whole summer trying to unlock every character in Mario kart.

5. Law met the straw hats in collage at 2 am when they got kicked out of a bar and he was trying to mind his own business. While they saw him in their intoxicated state and said “you’re my friend now :)” Law was genuinely worried half of them had alcohol poisoning. An hour later he found himself in one of their apartments two of them passed out. One of them throwing up. All while he makes a grilled cheese for Luffy, the so called infamous man on campus who is crying sitting on the floor cause he’s starving. Law stayed the night to make sure none of them drowned in their own vomit and like imprinted baby ducks they have not left him alone since.

6. Luffy has been going to riots and movements for years. He started going with Sabo and Ace growing up when they were teenagers and hasn’t stopped. He also never thought to mention it to any of his friends until they saw him on the news at a protest absolutely fucking SENDING a tear gas canister back at the cops

7. I kinda wanna believe while devil fruits don’t exist in modern AU the character still has quirks semi related to their fruit. Like Robin is just, double jointed everywhere and could bend her arms and fingers in all the worst ways. Luffy can either contort his body to hide in tiny places OR he has stretchy skin. It’s nothing more then party tricks but it is cool

8. Luffy was definitely a gymnastics kid. Not in like. The competing sense. But in like the, one of the adults in his life would drop him off there twice a week for an hour. Did he participate with the other children and learn how to roll? NO! He was flinging himself full speed into giant foam mats and climbing rock walls without a harness. He was a menace to society and he was only taken to blow off some energy and it WORKED. Until he was kicked out.

[yoomiwrites]

Sugar Rush¹⁰

Summary: Reader has been working directly under the Admirals, Kuzan, Kizaru and Akainu for years. Little by little, the dynamic changes and friendship (and more) develops. These are all small stories that build on each other. The work is from 2017, not revised and the prologue of Aromatic Rush & Salty Rush.

Note: I was sick, or well, I am sick, so I forgot to post em 3 chapters yesterday.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over my room as I lay sprawled out on the bed, feeling more like a lump than a person. My hair was a mess, and my bandages peeked out from under the sleeves of my old, oversized shirt, a clear indicator that I was far from my best. Despite the comfort of my cozy space, the remnants of my vacation disaster weighed heavily on me.

I sighed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling in a haze of fatigue and disappointment. It was hard to shake the feeling that I had let everyone down, especially my brother, who was still tangled in the mess I had tried to escape. Just as I was about to sink deeper into my melancholy, a soft knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts.

“(F/N)~!” came the cheerful voice of Kizaru, unmistakably bright even through the wood. “Are you in there?”

I winced, debating whether to ignore him or fess up to my current state. But even as I considered shutting him out, I could already hear the doorknob turning.

With a soft click, the door swung open, and Kizaru stepped inside, his usual carefree demeanor shining through. His gaze landed on me, and for a moment, he paused, taking in the sight of my disheveled appearance.

“Wow, you really do look like you’ve been through hell,” he remarked, his voice teasing but his eyes held a flicker of concern. “Did I interrupt a beauty sleep session?”

“More like a disaster nap,” I replied, attempting a smile but feeling it falter. “What are you doing here, Kizaru? I’m not really in the mood.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He dismissed my protests with a wave of his hand. “I came to check on you. And since I heard you were a little under the weather, I thought I’d whip up something special.”

“Whip up what? I can barely look at food right now,” I muttered, sinking deeper into my pillows.

He crossed the room effortlessly, his presence filling the space with a strange sense of warmth. “Hnnnn, well, I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m a master in the kitchen, you know. Just wait and see.”

I couldn’t help but let out a half-hearted laugh as he turned toward my tiny kitchen, already rummaging through cabinets and drawers like he owned the place. It was absurd to think of him as a chef, but there was something oddly comforting about his energy.

“Do you even know where anything is?” I asked, still half-hidden beneath the covers.

“Of course, I do,” he replied, flashing a smirk over his shoulder. “Besides, I might not be a gourmet cook, but I make a mean grilled cheese.”

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips despite my best efforts. “You mean you’ve perfected the art of toasting bread with cheese? How impressive.”

“Hey, it’s a classic.” He shot back playfully, moving about the kitchen with the grace of a dancer. “And everyone needs comfort food when they’re feeling down.”

I watched him with a mix of disbelief and amusement as he began pulling out ingredients. The scene felt almost surreal—here was one of the most powerful admirals, known for his prowess in battle, happily buzzing around my tiny kitchen like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Are you sure you know how to work that stove?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I wouldn’t want you to set my place on fire.”

Kizaru chuckled, a warm, soothing sound that wrapped around me like a soft blanket. “You wound me! I may have a reputation for being a bit fiery in battle, but I’m not a complete disaster. Now, sit tight. I’ll have this ready in no time.”

I finally relented, pushing myself upright against the headboard, feeling a little more alive as I watched him move. He worked quickly, his movements fluid and confident. It felt nice to see someone so carefree, even in a situation like this.

As he expertly melted cheese on the bread, the inviting aroma wafted through the air, cutting through the fog of my earlier despair. I hadn’t realized how much I missed having someone around, how nice it felt to have company—even if it was just Kizaru acting like he owned the kitchen.

Moments later, he turned back to me with two perfectly toasted sandwiches, looking immensely proud of his culinary creation. “Voilà! Grilled cheese, just like your mom used to make—if your mom was a laid-back admiral with a penchant for lazing about.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound brightening the room. “You know, I think you’ve just elevated my expectations for a ‘laid-back admiral.’”

He settled down on the edge of my bed, handing me one of the sandwiches with a flourish. “And here I thought I was just your average friend.”

“Average? Please,” I shot back playfully, taking a bite. The warm, gooey cheese melted in my mouth, and I felt the tension in my shoulders begin to dissipate. “This is surprisingly good.”

“See? I told you I had skills,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

I rolled my eyes, though warmth spread through my chest at his confidence. The atmosphere shifted slightly as we both settled into a comfortable silence, eating and just being present with one another.

“Thanks for coming over,” I said quietly after a moment, genuinely grateful. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

He shrugged, still casual, but his expression softened. “That’s what friends are for, right? Besides, you looked like you needed someone to pull you out of that funk. And if I can do that by cooking grilled cheese, then it’s a win-win.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of ease that I hadn’t anticipated. Having him here felt right, like a piece of home that I had been missing. The stress of the past few days began to melt away, and I finally felt a flicker of light in the dark haze that had surrounded me.

With Kizaru beside me, laughter and warmth gradually filled the room, making it feel like a sanctuary against the chaos of the world outside. In that moment, I realized that maybe I wasn’t just back in my apartment—I was back home.

[sidthedollface2]

The one that got away

PART 2

Pairing: Eddie x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Eddie x Chrissy

Word Count: 5k+

Summary: After you left Hawkins 3 yrs ago, leaving behind your best friend and biggest what if, Eddie Munson. You find yourself back in the city of broken dreams, where nothing's changed yet everything is not always what it seems.

Or

A former acquaintance informs you what Eddie's been up to while you've been gone. What should be a happy milestone ends in heartbreak.

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ themes, Angst, hurt/no comfort, hurt/comfort, swearing, cheating, pregnancy talk, Chrissy, pet names, no y/n,

"How sad to face the future without the one you planned it with."

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"Hello?"

"Eddie! She's back."

'Honey, who is it?'

"Wrong number Chrissy, go back to bed."

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"Where is she?"

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"With Steve."

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You were back and Eddie couldn't believe it, he'd thought you had gone on vacation with your family but when 3 weeks turned into 3 months and now 3 years. Was it too late to reconnect? Did you even miss him? Did you even care?

It wasn't supposed to be this way, not for Eddie. You two were supposed to leave Hawkins together. Wake up in bed together in the house he had bought for you, wearing his mothers ring on your left hand.

He'd bring you coffee in bed with a grilled cheese, made just the way you like, while you silently read your dark romance novels. That night you'd both recreate the steamy scenes, figuring out what worked and what didn't all while laughing and giggling in embarrassment or desire.

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Being back in Hawkins was bitter sweet, sweet because of the friends and lovers you missed, like the man in bed with you now. Bitter because memories of best friends turned strangers like Eddie, who still after all the years occupied a space in your heart.

"I missed this." Steve groaned into your hair, wrapping his arms tight around you. "Me too." You smile into his bare chest, cuddling him a little longer. "Thank you again. For letting us stay with you."

"You thanked me plenty last night." He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You giggle, swatting at his chest, "Perv." Being with Steve again was easy, he was your person for everything. A shoulder to cry on when life got tough, the most perfect cuddle buddy with his soft and cozy sweaters, a giving and passionate lover.

"Me? Perv with you? Duh!"

Steve smothered you with kisses as he hovered above you. "You know you can stay here, with me. I have an extra room for the baby. You don't have to go back to California." He explained, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His offer was nothing but sweet and perhaps with all the history you had together, it made sense to live a life with him. Your mind though, went back to Eddie. You couldn't escape him if you lived here, not like in California.

Steve noticed the pensive look on your face and he knew what was stopping you, or who was stopping you. "Eddies moved on, you should too." Steve's tone was bitter as he rolled off you, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You sigh, annoyance clear in your tone, "I'll get a motel tonight." You mentioned, casually grabbing all your belongings and shoving them aggressively in your luggage. Steve just sighed, instantly regretting his comment. You had just landed last night and he was already pushing you away, making you run. Run from each and every inconvenience, running was something you picked up from Eddie, usually you'd run together. But lately you've been running away from him, and now running from Steve.

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Seeing Arie play in the same playground that you used to was comforting. Her little legs carried her across the field as you chased after her, giggling and screeching with laughter. She'd spotted some flowers and instantly her tiny hands reached for them. In the distance moms jogged while pushing their babies in strollers, the elderly getting their steps in for the day, shirtless men glistened in the sun as the sweat from their run coated their bodies.

"Poppy? Is that you?"

The last person you wanted to see was Chrissy Cunningham. Even years later you never broke your promise to Eddie. She was none the wiser, Eddie had showered her with flowers asking for forgiveness and within days they were on good terms again.

"In the flesh." You said, keeping an eye on the little toddler that was currently picking dandelions, you had a few behind your ear already.

"How've you been? What brings you back." She pressed.

How have you been? What a loaded question. You've been better. You left to California to live with your aunt because your parents kicked you out once they found out you were pregnant. With no money and no college degree you worked as a waitress in a fancy restaurant, tips were generous enough to pay for night school.

You had given birth to a little baby girl, all alone with only the sweet maternity nurses to guide you and hold your hand as you pushed her into the world. She was the light of your life, how could you not immediately love her, especially with her fathers eyes.

'She's beautiful' the nurses had cooed. Usually newborns were very sleepy and hardley opened their eyes, not your little girl. She had large doe eyes, thick full lashes that made you jealous, the cutest little button nose you had ever seen. Every nurse that saw her beamed at how alert she was.

'What's this little baby's name honey?' The nurse asked as she took your vitals to discharge you.

"Arwen Marie Munson, Arie for short."

You smiled at the little bundle of joy that was nursing from your breast, she was a natural, probably got that from her Dad you thought. You should've told Eddie, you still wanted to tell Eddie. You just didn't, couldn't. You promised Eddie Chrissy couldn't know, you took that promise seriously.

Had you told him you were pregnant Chrissy would know he had cheated on her, and you couldn't follow in your moms footsteps. You couldn't take another girl's man, couldn't come between what they already had. So you hid it, in large sweaters and coats. Steve knew, he helped you even though almost weekly he'd beg and threaten to tell Eddie. He never did, the loyal friend that he was. If someone asked he said the baby was his. He wanted kids anyway, got to live out a little dream while you still lived in Hawkins.

"I've been great Chrissy, California's nice. The Weather's perfect. Um, how are you?

Oh how she hoped you asked her that question, fell head first right into her trap and she knew it.

"Oh well me and Eddie are trying again for a baby."

You almost gave yourself whiplash for how fast your neck snapped in her direction. A baby? Again?! Your heart had been broken by him before, but now it was just a pile of dust. Broken over and over, crushed so small it was beyond repair. You swallowed the knot in your throat, no tears left to cry, not for him. You couldn't hope for a future with him, not anymore. That ship has sailed and is now at the bottom of the Pacific, never to see the light of day.

"Put a ring on my finger too! We're going to be married in a few months, you should come."

Eddie was getting married, and you were drowning, sinking into the darkness that was pulling you under. Water fills your lungs by the gallon. A heavy weight tied to your foot, descending you further and further into the deep, away from Eddie.

To pour salt on the gaping wound, Chrissy almost hit you in the face with how fast she shoved that ring in your face. "Oh wow. It's beautiful Chrissy. I'm happy for you." She smirked, with a vengeful look in her eyes. She had won, Eddie belonged to her and she wanted you to know. Shoved it your face that they still fucked and often. Actively trying meant every day, multiple times in different positions till that baby stuck. And if he had asked her to marry him, well you knew that he loved her.

"Um, It was nice seeing you Chrissy, but I gotta meet up with an old friend."

"Oh yeah sure, you too. Byeee."

Chrissy departed with a wave, her pony tail swinging behind her as she finished her jog in the park.

Once Chrissy was far enough you scooped up Arie in your arms, her little hands smooshed your cheeks together making you giggle. You couldn't fall apart in front of her, being an empath she'd sob along with you. It was just 3 days, if you could avoid Eddie for those days you'd fly back to California like you never set foot in Hawkins.

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You helped your mom set the table while she finished cooking dinner, she made your favorite, chicken enchilada casserole. It was bittersweet being back home, your relationship with your mom was on the mend, after Arie was born she had apologized and was slowly becoming a grandma that Arie deserved.

"Poppy get the door!" She yelled from the kitchen, you had been in your head so much you didn't hear the knocking at your door. Chrissy's words looped over and over in your mind.

'Trying again.'

When you swung the door open all the blood drained from your body, the air in your lungs ceased to exist as the presence of the person in front of you render you speechless. A thin layer of sweat glazed over your face, heart beating erratically behind your ribs, evidence that the organ does in fact throb for him.

"Hi Poppy, you look good." He smirked.

With a hitch in his breath, Eddie's eyes took you in from head to toe. Your lovely face he missed so much held just as much beauty as it did the day he fell in love with you. Your eyes that were windows to your soul carried all the sadness he had caused. Eddie swears he'll spend the rest of his life making it up to you. His eyes trail down your figure, a gray colored dress hugged every curve and dip of your frame, thigh high boots elongated your legs, reminding Eddie of the night he was between them.

Seeing you after 3 years apart made him realize that souls that are meant to be together, transcend through time, always finding each other until nothing can separate them. So much time had passed but his every thought for those 3 years were of you, all the things he wanted to say, all the places he wanted to travel to with you by his side. The future he had planned vanished the day he knew you weren't coming back. Tonight, hope lingered in the air, you were the flicker of light in his darkness. And like a moth to a flame, even with singed wings he'd still crawl to you.

Voiceless with the only thought going through your mind is that Arie really does have her fathers eyes. Those big brown eyes that you missed so much, years of watching his gaze go from friendship to love to strangers. Lovers for just a night, a friendship long forgotten, all that remains are two strangers.

'Trying again'

"What are you doing here?"

Your frigid tone takes him off-guard, distance did not make your heart grow fonder. You close the door behind you, instinctually shielding Arie from his view. You noticed his eyes rake over you and a wave of insecurity washes over you. No longer in a girls body, motherhood had changed you, filled you in.

"You're mom invited me for dinner." He takes a step forward. You step back, bumping into the door behind you.

"Eddie, you can't be here."

Before he can respond your mom opens the door, inviting him in with a tight hug and exuberant greeting. You create enough distance between him, allowing him to step inside without needing to squeeze by you. Something that Eddie noticed.

Eddie waited till you sat down, just to sit across from you, the perfect view while he dined with your family. He couldn't take his eyes off you, afraid that if he even blinked you'd disappear. Studying your every movement, he noticed not once had you looked at him, not even a glance. Even clearing his throat didn't bring your eyes to meet him.

You didn't join in conversation, only nodded and pushed your food around your plate. Noticing your delicate hands, It brought him pure joy not seeing a wedding band on your finger.

"Honey, is the food not good? Your mother questioned, her eyes skimming your plate, not a single bite had been eaten.

"Sorry mom, I had a late lunch with Ste–"

"I had a late lunch." You mumble, eyes darting to her and back to your plate.

Hearing Steve's name roll off your tongue with ease sent a flare of jealousy down his spine. Of course you'd see Steve the moment you walked off that plane, he probably picked you up, held you in his arms while you buried your face in his neck muttering 'I miss you's.' You must have allowed Steve to cradle your face while he kissed you, held your hand as you followed him to his car and without a doubt he had slept with you, now that he and Nancy were no longer together.

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All the loud thoughts in your head blocked out the sound of padded feet coming down the stairs, until a sweet voice bounced off the walls earning the attention of everyone in the room.

"Mama."

Arie stood at the bottom of the stairs, eyes hazy with sleep. Her minnie plushie clutched in her tiny hands. Although soft, her tiny voice was loud enough to silence the entire room. You saw it unravel in slow motion. Eddie's gaze followed the sound of that sweet baby voice, looking over his shoulder there was no denying those big baby cow eyes and dark long lashes. Arie's brown soft curls, wild and full just like his, her round chubby cheeks flushed pink. Eddie seemed to register the inherited features, a perfect blend of himself along with the only face he's ever loved.

Eddie's eyes returned to you, calculating the months and years in his head, concluding what you had feared. "Poppy, we have a baby," not a question, but a declaration. His voice was brittle when he spoke the words. Adams apple bobbing as he tried to swallow down that knot tightening in his throat. He stared at you. His eyes glossed at everything he had missed. All of his daughters firsts you took from him and kept her away. Not once calling or sending photos.

He'd never caress your swollen belly or feel all the kicks and rolls she did as she got stronger and stronger. The words 'baby you did it' after you pushed for hours would never leave his lips. Separating his daughter from you by cutting her umbilical cord was no longer a special moment between a father and his first born. Tears freely escaped down his hot cheeks as he saw you push away from the table and run.

'We have a baby'

You couldn't face him, explain or even summarize. The look on his face at the realization that Arie was his would haunt you for a lifetime. So you did what you always did, what you had done from the very start. You ran. You ran to your baby girl and scooped her up in your arms, grabbing your keys on the way out the door. Eddie was up and already blocking the exit before you even got the chance to turn the knob.

"Eddie please." You begged.

"No Poppy. If I let you run, I'll never see her again."

"I need time, she needs time." You pleaded, signaling to the sleepy little girl in your arms.

"Three years wasn't enough?" He sniffled, his hand reaching for his daughter. "Let them go, Ed." Your step dads protective voice pulled Eddie out of his thoughts, reluctantly stepping away from the door to let you pass, he watched as you ran away with his daughter in your arms.

Back at the motel you lay beside Arie, wrapping her soft curls around your finger and watching as they bounce back. Her soft snores fill the room and you study her adorable features as she snuggles her plushie. The love you have for her is unlike anything you've ever experienced, you'd go to the end of the world to bring her an ounce of joy, work yourself to the bone to make sure she's safe and cared for. The love between a mother and her child knows no bounds, It's never ending in its strength and power, an unconditional love so deep that you'd give your own life to ensure her happiness.

So why are you protecting Chrissy and her feelings?

Why keep the promise to Eddie when his daughter's needs are more important than both of them combined. Arie deserves to know her father. She deserves to have a relationship with him, if he wants it. She needs to know you didn't stand in the way and deny her that father daughter bond, or the chance to get to know him.

The clock on the side table reads 9 PM and you wonder if it's appropriate to call Eddie so late, would Chrissy be upset if she knew you were calling her fiancé.

"Fiancé."

The word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth but you're done protecting Chrissy's feelings. As you begin to dial a sudden knock at the door startles you and you hang up quickly. You glance toward Arie to ensure she's still sleeping, while shushing the person on the other side of the door.

"Open the door Poppy."

There's a sense of uncertainty in the voice behind the door, if he chases you there's a possibility for you to run back to California taking Arie far away. If he doesn't chase you, then it implies he doesn't care and that couldn't be farther from the truth.

There were only three hotels in Hawkins and this was the last one, he wouldn't have stopped until he found you and here he was at the door begging for a chance. His forehead leaned against the wooden door, palms flat against the wood at shoulder level, his voice pleading with you to let him in.

Slowly you take steps toward the door, each foot closer to the one person responsible for all your wonderful dreams and worst nightmares. The soft click of the lock sounds loud in your ears as if opening a cell door that you trapped yourself in. Hinges of the door creak as you slowly pull it open, revealing the man you've been running from, the man that now runs to you.

Eddie.

His gaze shifts between you and the sleeping toddler behind you, feeling like time is of the essence as he walks over the threshold, to you. Shutting the door, he closes the distance, his body pushed against yours in a warm embrace, enveloping you in his strong arms.

Eddie feels like he's in a dream, the love of his life within his arms and his baby girl peacefully sleeping. Eddie's nose nudges at your neck, inhaling the delicious scent of your hair reminding him that this isn't a dream. "I've missed you so damn much." He reveals, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes, wanting nothing more than to be able to stare into them every morning. "I've……I've missed you too Eddie." You smile shyly, hands resting on his forearms.

His gaze flicks to your lips and back to your eyes, hands now cradling your jaw, thumbs softly caressing the apples of your cheeks, he leans in licking his lips. Heart hammering against his chest in anticipation. Wanting to bathe you with his loving kisses and explore every inch of you. He sees you tense and your eyes widen, your palm comes to rest on his chest, pressure firm as you gently decline his advance.

"I can't." You whisper, wrapping your hands around his wrists and removing them from touching your face. Eddie notices the slight snuggle you do before you pry his hands away and the way your thumb brushes over his wrist soothingly as you lead him to the bed.

"Her name's Arwen Marie Munson."

Eddie covers his mouth, muffling the quiet sob that escaped his lips, his eyes cloud over as tears begin to form at his lash line. He's flooded with emotion and his slight shake of his shoulders breaks your heart. Marie Munson, Eddie's mothers name would live on through his daughter, a gesture so pure and loving it moved him to tears.

He has no doubt in his mind his mother would be over the moon at knowing she was a grandma to a little girl, the little girl she had always wanted. Seeing Eddie so overwhelmed with emotion was a rare occurrence, growing up he was constantly told to man up, boys don't cry.

You beckon Eddie to the bed, signaling to lay beside his daughter, mirroring him, you take the spot on the opposite side. With Eddie facing Arie and you snuggled up behind her, he relishes in the beauty of having you both snuggled close. "She's so perfect, Poppy." He whispers, as he lovingly strokes his baby's chubby cheeks, her little head cozying up to him like he's been around since the beginning.

Your heart swells at the sight of them cuddled together, just as it should be. Guilt eats at your joy as you mentally scold yourself for denying Arie this relationship. "Eddie, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I made a promise and I intended to keep it." Eddie's eyes show nothing but love and understanding for you and Arie, not a single grudge to be had or bitterness towards you.

There's no point in fighting with you about the past, especially in front of Arie. He has you both here in his arms, the woman he's loved since he was a kid and now the mother of his child. Arie's snuggled in between the both of you, safe and protected by her parents, oblivious to the heartache brewing in both your hearts.

Eddie would rather revel in this temporary dream of his perfect family, just as he's envisioned for years, than discuss the why's and what if's of everything that's gone wrong. Everything has gone wrong. He should have told you he liked you. He should have told you that he thought of you as more than a friend, so much more. Should have told you that Steve was never going to love you as much as he did. And that he was never going to get over you, not then, not now, not ever.

"I love you Poppy, I would have been there for you. I still want to be there for you. I want to be a father to Arie. I want this with you. Our baby, a family. I want it. Please, tell me you do too."

Eddie reaches for your hand, fingers lacing between yours as he brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing the smooth skin, lighting a dormant flame within your heart.

Like a smoke alarm Chrissy's words ring loud in your ear.

'Oh, well me and Eddie are trying again for a baby.'

'Put a ring on my finger too! We're going to be married in a few months.'

"You're a liar Eddie." You fume, releasing his hand and bolting to the door, needing the space and fresh air the night has to offer. Eddie's quick to follow you outside, hot on your heels and ready to go to war to have you in his life for good.

"I didn't lie, I meant everything I said, please believe me!" Eddie's hands pull at the roots of his hair, frustration and worry in his tone as he stares at you in bewilderment.

"I talked to Chrissy. She told me about your baby, and about the wedding. You made a future with her, you already have a family with her. You chose her!" Your voice trembled and a soft sob left your lips as you spoke the words. Tears flowing past the apples of your cheeks, coating the sweater that covered your crossed arms. Pain and despair wrapped around your heart like a barbed wire, piercing you from within with its sharp blades, strangulating each and every desire you had.

"Chrissy?" He asked.

"Mmhmm, Chrissy, your fiancé."

Oh that Chrissy. Eddie had been so wrapped up in getting you back that Chrissy hadn't crossed his mind, a testament of how much she really meant to him. She didn't have your energy or your smile. Her laugh didn't remind him of his favorite song. When he closed his eyes at night his dreams weren't of her, they were of you and all the ways he'd show you how much he adored you.

"She told me you're trying for another baby." You sniffle, wiping your wet eyes with the end of your sleeve.

Eddie stepped closer to comfort you, hug you, touch you, kiss you. Anything to ease the agony that was coursing through your veins. But like before you denied him with a shake of your head, and stepped back, away from him, creating a distance so large it seemed like you both were on opposite sides of the grand canyon.

"Baby, She–"

"Stop, I can't do this." You interrupt, memories of that night flood your brain at the familiar pet name. The same pet name that brought you to your knees.

'Taste so good baby'

The same loving name one would give their girlfriend, or fiance. He probably calls Chrissy the same thing, cooed in her ear and made promises that he actually kept. Bred her just as he had said to you in the heat of passion.

Jealousy reared its ugly head, souring any desire you had to make things right by Arie.

"Please, just leave. Chrissy must be worried." You muttered, gaze looking beyond him, wanting nothing more than to forget the past and move forward to a time where heartbreak wasn't a daily occurence.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

Your lip quivers as you will your body to betray your heart.

"No. I don't love you, not anymore."

Breaking his heart now would be easier for you both to move on and forget. Eddie knew you were lying, the furrow in your brow and the hesitancy in your eyes told him that much. You were in your head again, pushing him all the way out, all that he wanted to convey would fall on deaf ears.

"Who's the liar now?" He scoffs, folding his arms across his chest.

"Fine." You relent. "I still love you with all the broken pieces of my heart. But you still need to leave."

Eddie pinches the space between his brows, shaking his head in frustration.

Raising his voice Eddie counters your request for him to leave. "Jesus fucking Christ Poppy let me just explain! Can I do that? Give me five minutes." He huffs.

With a wave of your hand you signal for him to continue.

Eddie paces the narrow hallway, his face pensive as he carefully finds the words to untangle the mess Chrissy put him in. The neon glow from the motel sign casts a red shadow on his face, accentuating the muscle of his jaw and the slight pout of his lips.

"Fuck where do I start? Ok. listen, Chrissy and I have broken up and gotten back together like every other week for years! Recently she had gotten preg… FUCK!"

He swallows the knot in this throat, as tears pool his waterline. He couldn't look at you and tell you how he had gotten Chrissy pregnant without feeling like he'd shatter you more than you already were.

Aggressively wiping at his reddened eyes he continues. "Her dad made me propose to her, saying that his grandchild wouldn't be born a bastard. But weeks later she lost the baby, and I just couldn't take it back, not while she was grieving. And some fucked up part of me was relieved that i was no longer going to be tied to her."

"But she said you were trying again." You pushed, trying to understand the full extent of Chrissys words.

"She's lying, angel. She stretched the truth to hurt you. I don't have a baby with her, and I don't want to marry her." He confesses.

Eddie reaches for your hip, pulling you flush against his firm body. Cradling your soft cheek in his palm, carefully, he wipes at the tears that fall freely.

"All the good memories I have Poppy, are with you. You're my home. I've been lost, wandering aimlessly looking for something that might resemble what I've been wanting but nothing has been as warm and comforting as you. Nothing feels like home more than you. All this time It should have been me and you, so please baby, let me come home."

You can feel the roaring of his heart, professing his undying love for you, calling out for just one chance at forever. Without another doubt you answer with your lips crashing against his. Eddie groans into your mouth, carding his fingers through your hair he deepens the kiss, devouring you with a clash of teeth and tongue, savoring the flavor of your mouth he missed so much. He had finally found his way back to you, a lifetime of forever written in the stars, stamped and sealed with a kiss.

~"And in my dreams I will always find my way back to you."~

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A/n: Thank you for reading and reblogging. Epilogue?

[f0rlorn]

motivation → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which coral always finds a way to leave you wanting more.

warnings → not edited & uploaded via iphone

     you had watched from afar as your brother, festus creed, tried interacting with his tribute. the scene was laughable, both parties having no desire to be there. but alas, festus was a sycophant who wanted to score points with dr. gaul, whereas coral was reaped and taken to the capitol against her will. you could almost feel him roll his eyes in surrender despite facing the other way and decided that this was your time to try and help him. besides, you would need the practice. if the mentor gig was successful, you would likely get chosen to be one next year, nepotism and all.

     “look, i don’t want to be here any more than you do, so why don’t you just take the food-“ his voice gradually got more forceful, growing louder before you decided to intervene.

     “may i?” you popped up next to festus, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. coral laughed and you turned to face her. “hi there, coral. y/n creed, his little sister. the superior sibling, might i add.” you joked, sticking your hand out to her, not quite through the bars of the enclosure, but close enough for her to accept. she eyed you up and down, her arms crossed, but nevertheless she took your hand, giving it a firm shake. her hand was dirt ridden and covered in callouses, and the feeling of her hand engulfing yours send a jolt through your body. “i really think you should eat. going into the arena without food isn’t the best idea. and look, i know festus is incredibly annoying-“

      “hey!” festus objected, crossing his arms. you side eyed him, then continued.

     “but you should listen to him. he knows what he’s doing, for the most part, at least. we’re here to help you win, coral. and, if i may, the odds might just be in your favor here. if we didn’t think you could win, we wouldn’t be here trying to coerce you into taking our food.” while it was somewhat a stretch, she seemed convinced.

     “well what’d you bring me, sweet thing?” you couldn’t contain the expression of delightful shock that spread throughout your face as you heard her speak for the first time, as well as use a rather flirtatious nickname. you stuttered for a moment but quickly shook out of it as you heard her amused chuckle.

     “right, um- let’s see here…” you began. festus swung the bag over his shoulder, unzipping it and allowing coral to look over the items once more. he was extremely agitated that coral would listen to you but refused to give him the time of day. festus, being the bum that he was, packed rather lightly. the food he made was distasteful, including a not-so-grilled cheese, an old banana, and the leftover omelette the academy had served for breakfast. “jeez… alright, festus. a little hard to work with.” he rolled his eyes once again. “well, um. sorry about that, coral. don’t worry, i’ll make sure you get something digestible tomorrow.” at this point, your dear brother was glaring daggers at you.

     by the time you left the zoo, your brother in tow, you had left a lasting impression on coral. she was amused by your wit and entranced by your good looks, as well as your charm.

     the next time you interacted with coral was the day after arachne’s funeral. festus had told you all about how the interview went with coral, how he barely filled out half of the page because she refused to talk to him. the extent of his knowledge about coral was her name, her age, and her job. you decided to check up on your girl again, giving her a visit at the zoo.

     “your brother’s an idiot, y’know.” she remarked, letting you know how the interview went.

     “i can’t believe you just realized that!” you laughed in agreement with her.

     “so what inspired you to pay me a visit, princess?” coral queried, leaning against the bars that separated the two of you.

     “grilled grouper sandwiches. thought the fish might remind you of home. handmade!” you replied, as if you were advertising the food to her. she nodded, smiling.

     “well thank you for thinking of me, sweetheart.” you smiled back, handing her the food. she accepted, of course, but not without making sure she grazed your hand first. immediately, your breath hitched. gosh, you were putty in the hands of a district girl. your family would freak if they even saw you this close to her. but you couldn’t get her out of your head. you looked up at her, and she was staring down at you, completely unashamed about her method of flirtation. she held a rather smug look on her face regarding the effect her touch had on you. 

     “you holding up okay in here?” you asked her, moving the focus away from your embarrassing reaction.

     “better than ever.” she replied, sarcastically joyful. mentally, you pinched yourself for the dumb question. she was locked in a cage about to fight for her life, of course she wasn’t okay. but coral took the question lightly, bidding you goodnight as she strode away calmly.

     it was now the last time you would see coral before the games. you had snuck into the zoo late at night, hoping to see her before she was taken away to the arena. “night before the games… how’re you feeling?” you fidgeted anxiously with the hem of your skirt as you posed the question.

     “confident.” was her short, vague reply. 

     “that much?” your face contorted in  concern at her answer. she reached her hand through the bars, grabbing yours and holding it firmly. it was the first time that contact between the two of you lasted more than a few seconds.

     “don’t psych me out, princess. you were the one who said you thought i could win anyway.” coral laughed. “but yea, i got this in the bag. don’t you worry your pretty little head about me, darling. in a few days, you’re all mine, i’ll make sure of it.” coral left you with a wink, squeezing your hand before promptly walking away to her claimed rock, mizzen already dozing off on top of it. you sighed, leaving the zoo while the girl consumed your thoughts. she always had you on edge, leaving wanting more. and hopefully, you’d get more.

[ambassadorquark]

the best scene in the FNAF movie is the one where the child actress playing the little girl character is visibly struggling to bite into a presumably cold, stale prop grilled cheese to the point where my GF fully turned to me and was like "that is a TOUGH sandwich". can't stop thinking about this.

[w1th3red-t00th]

Here’s the thing about a barbecue:

And it’s like my only nitpick about NPMD, which really isn’t much of a nitpick because it still works with the idea of a shitty high school theatre production.

So all of our Barbecue Monologue-ers talk with Southern Accent or their best tries at a southern accent. This suggests that these monologues occur in the south.

But here’s the thing:

In the South, what the monologues are portraying is not called a “barbecue.” It’s called “grilling out.”

“Barbecue” is pulled pork, brisket, and/or chicken. It is smoked for long hours, sometimes days, and then depending on where you are, it is either drenched in barbecue sauce or served as is with sauce on the side. And again depending on where you are depends on what kind of sauce you get (Vinegar based barbecue sauce sucks! Yeah I said it!). The sides are usually mac n cheese, some kind of biscuit, coleslaw, and maybe some kind of potato. Maybe.

It is really involved, and Southerners get really defensive about their barbecue. Like just go look up Texas Style vs South Carolina style barbecue.

All of this to say, even though they’re not portraying “real southern barbecue,” I love this scene and I want to see all of the Barbecue Monologues because they’re fucking transcendent.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

What's your favorite line in the grilled cheese debate?(And I love the name of that scene)

~@duckingwriting

Hello! Thanks for the ask and tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites who asked for this

My favorite part of the grilled cheese debate that is 100% staying even when I cut it down I actually posted for today's @sipofsnips but I'll post it again cause I love it

“Muenster cheese is the best cheese—objectively!” Liam slammed his palm on the back of the coach with each word. “It has the right texture, it’s soft and gooey when you melt it. It blends perfectly with tomatoes. It’s super creamy, has a unique aroma, and the taste is mild enough to where is accentuates and blends into other flavors, but when aged properly,” he sighed satisfactorily, “super strong and pungent. It’s perfect for grilled cheese.” “Well, Mr. Canadian,” said Robbie, “how come you’re super passionate about an American cheese?” “You lost your rights to call anything American cheese after your processed product that has the same texture as the plastic-wrap single it comes in that you have the gall to call cheese!”

I got the idea for this scene because I had a friend do something very similar and we had a cheese debate in theater class. I think this best characterizes Liam, too.