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Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader
Summary: it's your daughter's first day of school and Eddie isn't taking it too well.
Warnings: none some suggestive themes. just a small little fic. This is complete and utter fluff. Dad!Eddie has been on my brain all weekend.
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Walking through your home with a clothes hamper on your hip. Hunting down various articles of clothing thrown about from your hectic morning. The first day of school is always stressful, but it wasn't too bad with just your son attending now it's your daughter too.
Getting them all up and ready was more than enough stress for you to begin the day with. Your daughter, who is like her father in so many ways, is NOT a morning person. While your son is a very bright, early, and chipper in the morning. After getting them ready for school, allowing Eddie to be the one to send Lily off this time around. You had the pleasure of sending your son James off to his first day of school last year.
Making your way to your kids' shared bedroom, you hear small sniffles emerging from the cracked door. These weren't sniffles of two sad little kids who didn't get their way. These were sniffles of their sad father who is having a tough time letting go. Eddie was the soft parent in your household. Anytime his little ones so much as poked out their little bottom lip, he was putty in their hands. Now, here he was sitting against your daughters bed, hugging her bat squishmallow to his chest.
"Hey Ed, everything okay?" You asked, sitting the laundry basket down on the floor.
"She's not ready yet. she's too small." His voice muffled in her favorite plush toy. Eddie had a very close bond with both of his children. But when Lily was born, it was like this whole other side of him came out. He became more aware of the world around him. Knowing it was going to treat her differently than it would your son. He became way more sensitive and understanding of her feelings, even if it was a small inconvenience.
"Eddie, she's five. I think she's ready." You said, taking a seat next to him on the floor.
He looks up from the plush bat that had stains of various glitter nail polishes. His eyes were red and puffy. His lips chapped and nose slightly runny. He wasn't taking this milestone well at all. His partners in crime were not making a mess in the living room like they usually did. They weren't running around screaming for Daddy to come and play. The house was quiet, and it hasn't been like this in six years.
"Tell me why you think she's not ready. This isn't just because she's small."
His chin wobbles just a bit, and he shakes his head. Clearing his throat, and you can tell he's struggling to get himself together. Now that you think of it, he's probably been a mess since watching her walk off with her kindergarten teacher. You'd never think this intimidating looking metal head you'd met years would be weeping in a stuffed animal.
"B-because no one is gonna protect her, how I can."
"Whose gonna spray the toilet for monsters?" He said, and you couldn't help but smile a little.
"You know how much the sound of a toilet flushing scares her. Who is gonna help her?" His voice sounding more and more frustrated as he spoke. Your daughter did have a hard time going to the bathroom. Anytime she went, either you or Eddie had to be on standby at the door while she went. She hated loud noises. If those noises weren't from your husband's guitar, she hated them.
"She's gonna have a total meltdown."
"Well, if she has a meltdown, I'm sure the school will call us." You reassured him.
He's not listening at this point hes just coming up with excuses to keep them home. Eddie wasn't good with change at all. When your son started school, he called them every fifteen minutes to check on him. Every day, during their nap time, he would call and ask the teachers to check and see if he was still breathing. That's just how he was with them. If they were not in his care hes freaking out. Like he said, no one can protect them the way he can. You couldn't help but fall in love with him more after seeing the way he is with your kids. He's attentive, playful, and a little too overprotective. You can tell the relationship he has with them is something he longed for growing up.
"You should have seen her. She looked so cute." He spoke up, interrupting your train of thought.
"Her backpack is way too big for her it looks like a little turtleshell." He smiled fondly and rested his head on your shoulder. You move your hand up and rub the side of his face. He moves the plush toy away from his chest to hug you close.
"She's growing up, Ed."
He groans when you tell him that. You can tell he's been battling with that realization for a while now. Today is just a reminder and confirmation of that. She's growing up, and soon, she'll be on her own. "My little Lily pad is gonna be all grown up one day."
He hugs you tighter, and you can hear him choke up again. Pulling away to look at him, you kiss the tears that have escaped the corners of his eyes. He's a mess and probably won't be over it until she walks through that front door again.
"That won't be for a while. Ed, don't rush it." You said as you peppered kisses to his face.
"I'm just not ready for that day yet, baby."
"This house is so lonely already without them here." He says as he begins to stand up and pulls you up with him. He tosses his daughters toy on her bed and pulls you in for a tight hug. The way he's holding you feels like if he lets go, you'll be gone, too. Eddie has always been a clingy man. That's something you always found endearingly beautiful about him. Eddie is a wonderful man and an even more wonderful husband. Sometimes, you see him play with your children and think about how lucky you all are to have him in your lives. People are too quick to judge him based on his hobbies and aesthetics. Those people have no idea what kind of person they are missing out on knowing. He's always been a very kind and generous person. Now add two little squealing children yelling for him 24/7, and those qualities are amplified to one hundred.
"Come on, we have two hours left before they are home."
"Ooh, what exactly are we gonna do in these two hours?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. You laugh at him and pull away, trying to pick up the clothes basket. He grabs you from behind and pulls you tight against him. "We gonna make another one?"
"Oh no no no we're not." You said giggling as he buried his face in your neck.
"Oh, come on, it's too quiet around here, and I'm sad." He said as he playfully pouts.
Wiggling around, you finally break free of his grasp. Both of you are running around the house, giggling. Eddie finally grabs a hold of you and throws you over his should heading to your shared bedroom. What was supposed to be an intimate afternoon with one another ended up being an afternoon nap for you both. Wrapped in eachothers arms, getting some much needed rest until your kids burst through the front door.
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The very interesting balance Meg and Maul have is so much fun. Just the smallest amount of respect I can't wait to see how this goes. Love a Maul so in character I have no idea what to expect
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Her hands came up to the window sill like she was trying to ground herself. The shock of things was finally fading and she knew soon emotions would be impossible to bear. The bars reminded her she was technically still a prisoner but that was fading into a confusing grey area. Yet the absolute majesty of the city was finally something she could take in. The Capital was filled with buildings and metal almost like Coruscant yet it was far more beautiful. She could see more Mandalorians than most would see in their lifetime.
As she gazed across it all, tears she barely noticed came down her face. She let them, finally letting out some of her grief and fear. She didn't utter a sound and simply let herself ride the wave of sadness and awe together. Bracing herself for the coming future and whatever being alongside Maul would bring.
After some minutes passed she wondered what she was supposed to do, head back home? Deliver whatever words to them that Maul concocted? Playing the grief stricken daughter to the rest of the court? Sighing to herself at the idea she shrugged, she'd been playing their roles for so long what was one more?
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Maul's patience was dwindling as he stood outside. He could break the door down but he waited. "Do not take this time for granted. Get what you must and hurry. My time is valuable."
Maul stared at the handle before looking away. Was she perhaps trying to find an escape. He could stop her with ease if she tried. It would be an entertaining thing to see but there seemed to be some sort of understanding between them. "You have five minutes...."
The cold voice came from the other side of the door as his shadow peered through under the door.
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Realizing he was waiting outside made her sniffle trying to pull herself back into shape. She didn't have a complete meltdown there likely wouldn't be time for that anytime soon. Though being allowed to even have a moment along was something that she should be grateful for. Hearing him waiting outside made her realize this. Maul didn't strike her as the kind that cared for peoples needs let alone emotional ones.
Taking a deep breath she moved to find a mirror and maybe something to wipe her face with. The room had a small bathroom she used, once there she finally noticed how sweaty she was. The entire ordeal was terrifying and emotional of course she would be disheveled. Her face was red and puffy and she felt like she needed to sleep for days. But there wasn't time instead she went to wash her face to calm herself and did her best to feel clean.
Once again she realized this room must have belonged to a lady as there was beauty items left behind as if she had never left. Meg tried not to think about it and instead used them to cover up her redness and to feel some semblance of control. Not a lot but enough to at least feel pretty, which was a silly thing to worry about but at least her face was something she could always have control over even when her father made her dress up. The minutes passed and she felt good enough to walk to the door and open it unsure of what to expect but knowing keeping Maul waiting was unwise.
"Thank you."
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Maul was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the door with his arms folded. He was staring at the ground before looking up at Meg. He got off the wall as his eyes scanned her. "You look.... Acceptable. Come."
Maul has brushed her thanks aside. Maul motioned for her to follow behind him.
"I already have a ship ready to take us to Cathar. He told her as they walked to the hanger. "Your ship was boarded by pirates. Attacked. Raided."
Maul looked over at her to make sure she was paying attention to what he was saying.
"What happened on that ship? How did you end up on this wonderful planet that saved you, gave you a place of residence, nursed you back to health and now is making sure you return safely?"
Maul stopped her from going any further as they now stood in front of a ship; A gauntlet starfighter. Known for being the reliable ship used by many of the mandalorians. It was colored in charcoal black to mimic the the tattoos on Maul.
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His remark on her appearance was a bit too awkward to respond to so she simply followed after ignoring it. His eyes taking her in left goosebumps in its wake that she tried to dismiss as she followed his suit. Hearing the 'us' only surprised her mildly. Of course she would not be returning alone, he had very little reason to trust her word and assume she wouldn't run for reinforcements. Besides if she showed up alone with only her word the likeliness that she would be believed was not the highest. Her and her fathers relationship was complicated and not lost on his other comrades that didn't agree with him 'reclaiming her' as his daughter.
Maul's words struck her mind as she tried to think of answers. She could play victim well enough and having his aid with the alibi would surely make it believable. She glanced away only to take in the ship and was taken by its magnificence. Everything Mandalorian was impressive but it's black markings were striking. The Imperials would likely not trust Maul based on appearance alone. But clearly that wasn't something that bothered him or would even hinder him in any way.
Glancing back to Maul she spoke calmly, her voice much more collected now. Even holding a small amount of the feminine softness she so clearly was used to using when feigning her own fathers roles.
"We were boarded by pirates on the way to create a partnership. They raided looking for Imperial credits and to hold us Ransom. They murdered my father. The Mandalorian patrol was lucky enough to come by and rescue me."
She could practically hear her own heartbroken wails that she would have to give to the council, but her face simply looked tired.
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fox-mother · 4 years
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Random Mood: Focused
Kushina was leaning over her desk, eyes resolutely focused on the task at hand. Minato has asked for her help with this Flying Raijin nonsense that he had going on and while this wasn’t generally Kushina’s area of expertise- her being far more interested in the sealing side of things- she had taken up the task. Now she was up to her ears in Space-Time research as she tried figuring out a loophole for the Namikaze to exploit. It was tiring and it relied on Kushina knowing complex terms that she truly didn’t, hence why she also had several textbooks perched beside her and on her lap for her to turn to when she couldn’t figure out a term needed. 
She’d had many a visitor as they tried to drag her from her work, none had so far succeeded. Once she has her mind set on something, she intended to see it through until the bitter end. Today, her visitor was none other than one Yamanaka Ran. The brunette female was intent on dragging the redhead from her mountain of books with the prospect of a party being hosted for Inuzuka Tsume, it was her birthday after all. She tried many times to catch the attention of the petite redhead but all her efforts appeared to go ignored, causing her to huff in irritation and turn to leave.
“Gomen Ran-chan… I can’t make it. I know I promised Tsume-chan that I’d be able to come but I’ve gotten a little bit tangled up, you see and now I don’t believe I’ll have the energy or time to go. Please give her my sincerest apologies,” Kushina mumbled erratically, bending down closer to the page to read what the words said. It caught the Yamanaka off-guard as she didn’t believe Kushina had actually heard a single word she’d said. With a stuttery confirmation, Ran left and closed the door behind her. 
When the door closed, Kushina lets out a small noise of triumph as she reaches up to grab her pen. She scribbled yet another note down on the page that was scattered with helpful tips written in an illegible script. Kushina planned to completely crack this teleportation nonsense by the end of the day and have her notes to Minato by the next morning. She had no idea if he’d be able to read her ridiculously messy writing but she had no intentions of rewriting any of this again. 
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the-septic-maniac · 2 years
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Reunion AU Chapter 6 : The Cousins Reconciliation
Chapter Masterlist Prologue Previous Chapter
(SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 1 OF THH AND FOR UDH)
The group exited the elevator and entered the trial room. Grand Boi began to jolt around in his cage, Takemichi was shocked, and Kanon stood in silence, face still warm after her meltdown. Right in front of them, three faint familiar figures stood. Makoto and Komaru looked at each other than at Kyoko. She sighed and spoke up "We must go in order Takemichi. I know that you are anxious to see your leader but we must go in order of who died. We don't know what will happen if we go out of order. If you cannot handle control yourself, then I shall send you back up." Takemichi was irritated but understood. Kanon went over and whispered into Komaru’s ear about something. "Huh… Understandable. This is a family affair after all but why keep me and Makoto down here? I understand Yasuhiro and Ms.Hiroko but my brother and I haven't done anything to help you." "You have done something. You've listened to me and you didn't just discard me because of who I am. Plus I want to show Leon how I have improved. As a person. Plus I feel like he would be proud of me for making friends." Komaru nodded and talked to Kyoko. Kyoko, after hearing what Komaru had to say, directed everyone with the exception of Kanon, Makoto, Hiroko, Komaru, and Yasuhiro, back to the elevator to go back up. Soon it was only them in the trial room. Kanon took a deep breath, looked at the others that were with her, and walked into the main trial room area.
The trial room was in major disrepair, the wallpaper peeling off the walls and the stands themselves were coated in dust. The funeral images still stood. Makoto and Yasuhiro sighed, memories coming back to them of the trials they did in the room. Kanon went to the stand that Leon stood at. Tears began to appear in her eyes again as she heard Leon's final pleas as his ghost was dragged across a hallway to a pole in the middle of a batting cage. Makoto and Yasuhiro looked away, not wanting to relive the experience of seeing someone who was once a friend die again. Kanon was shaking as she saw the infamous pitching machine come up. Then the main event of the punishment began. Baseballs started flying towards and hitting Leon on every part of his body. Kanon, Hiroko, and Komaru stared in disbelief. Then came Leon’s wailing. A sound that Yasuhiro and Makoto could never forget. Kanon broke down as the final pitches were thrown. Kanon stood there crying. Hiroko and Komaru stood there, shocked and in total utter disbelief.
“How cruel…” Komaru said, her voice shaking, tears started to swell in her eyes as well and she joined Kanon. Hiroko looked angry. Angry might have been underestimating things. She looked like she was seething anger. “How many were executed? HOW MANY KIDS FACED SUCH A CRUEL AND UNUSUAL FATE?!?!” Hiroko yelled. Yasuhiro was taken aback by his mother’s anger. He gulped. “4, mom… while one was the mastermind and executed herself and faced all executions that were put in place, 4 were executed. Each execution is unique and about as cruel and twisted. Those who were executed had killed someone. Leon had been attacked by Sayaka but he retaliated. He broke her wrist with a replica katana and Sayaka dropped the knife she had. But unfortunately…” Makoto interrupted “ Fight or flight instincts took over and he couldn’t calm down and took Sayaka’s life. Looking back at it now, when I and Sayaka switched rooms, I should have known something was up. I should have known that…” Hiroko took a couple of deep breaths. Tears began to stream from Makoto and Yasuhiro’s eyes as if remembering the first time they witnessed the execution. “I tried to save him in a futile effort. But I just ended up getting severely hurt instead. I tried to save the others but those attempts were futile as well.” Makoto soon just fell into a heap.
Leon’s ghost soon appeared again, pleading for his life. Kanon, this time around, did not hesitate to call Leon’s name out. Leon’s figure became clearer and he became aware. “Kanon? Kanon! How did you get to Hope’s Peak? What happened? Why are you crying?” Leon rushed over to Kanon. Kanon stumbled over. Leon embraced Kanon. “Makoto what happened to you? Why do you have so many scars man? What the fuck is up with you all?” Kanon could barely utter the words. “Leon… You’re dead… You were executed. Before I called your name out this time… I witnessed it. I witnessed what caused your death. I am here to help you pass on to the afterlife. I thought I could handle it but…”
Kanon just buried her face into Leon’s ‘chest’. Leon started to give Kanon head pats, as he used to when he was alive. Kanon soon calmed down. “This is so wack. I promised I wouldn’t cry. But at least I can say I have somewhat improved.” Leon cocked his head a little. “Did you finally complete that dumbass bet of ours?” Kanon shook her head. “Nope. well kinda. I was able to throw Yasuhiro’s crystal ball at someone. But I made friends. And I… realized that you truly did love me. You loved me even when realistically you should’ve loathed and hated me as your cousin and ‘little sis’. All those times I confessed to you all those times I stalked you. You still loved me. No matter how I looked, you still loved me. My eyes were wide shut back then. But Yasuhiro revealed it to me after an incident with a group called the warriors of hope. I, myself almost died, but Yasuhiro saved and inspired me to move forward.”
Leon sighed and giggled slightly. “I never thought I would see the day where you would find other people to be friends with. I’m proud of you Kanon.” Kanon smiled slightly. “Hey Leon, can we hang out one last time? Like cousins?” Leon winced, not because of what Kanon asked, but because he felt like someone was punching him over and over again. Kanon took notice and went to his side, knowing that he was experiencing the effects of the execution even though he wasn’t going through it. “I’m right here Leon. It’s okay.” Soon the pain died off. “What the fuck was that?!?!” “You were feeling your execution. While your ‘conscious’ might not be experiencing it, for some reason your body still has the after-effects.” Makoto said. “Dumb it down there ya smart bastard.” Makoto chuckled a little. “You are not necessarily experiencing it but you’re feeling it.” Leon sat there. “To answer your question Kanon. Yes. one last time let’s hang out together. No confessions. No school. To talk about. Just use talking and hanging out.” Kanon smiled and so did Leon.
They sat down and chatted. It had seemed that years of conflict between them had been resolved. Their laughter echoed throughout the room. They talked about general things. The others stood on the sidelines and smiled, seeing that Leon and kanon had resolved their issues.
Leon’s figure began to fade, just like the others before him. Kanon’s smile faded. “Bye Leon, it seems like you’re passing on” Leon’s smile faded as well. “I wish this moment could have lasted forever.” Leon and Kanon hugged. “So did I Leon. So did I…” Soon Leon was gone. Komaru and Yasuhiro came up to Kanon and hugged her. Kanon cried, but it wasn’t a sorrowful cry. It was a hopeful cry. A cry knowing that her loved one would no longer suffer his execution over and over again. It was silent for a while. Makoto broke the silence saying that it was time to go back up.
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thehardkandy · 3 years
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ive noted the few years how i wear headphones wayyyyyy less than i used to which is clearly like. representation of how im doin' better & finding it easier to connect w/ the world
but this week i guess im doing a fun deep dive back into it because turns out so far all this cottage trip has done is fuck w/ my emotions & so ive been falling back on headphones more in a day than i have in a long time to manage those emotions
like, i think it's more or less to keep my anger from boiling over. when things Aren't Working for me, my default emotion is anger. but of course that is very hurtful to people around me, so music can be a much easier way to mediate the internal vs external by puttin the wall up
it's neat to know! but i wish i wasnt able to study it so fucking closely because god i wish i was anywhere was here.
getting here last night i was like. oh i think i have some. crying emotions. but because i was trying to be Normal and settle in with everyone else i defaulted to another thing: denying myself any motion
that's something my psych had been like "hey i think sometimes to try and avoid panic attacks you just stop being able to move at all" and it was really clear last night how accurate that is since i was just like. if i move from the exact spot on the couch--if i utter a single word out loud--i will start sobbing.
and spoilers, i had to get up to take my evening drugs (several hours late, tho it's just spiro so w/e), the second i got into my room & closed the door i did in fact start sobbing uncontrollably, which hasn't happened in several months (like, 2020 probably).
it didn't help that my mom kept mocking me (she probably thought it was playful, but it wasnt good for the mood) since one of my stuffed animals got dirty + covered in rust cause someone just stuffed it under a bunch of fucking weightlifting equipment and i KNOW! I KNOW!!! it's not a big deal. but to have the first thing i do when i step inside was to have one of my safety nets feel "dirty" wasnt good. and she did the exact same thing (literally like "aw poor baby's [blank] isn't [blank]") about half an hour later when i was laying on the couch trying to stop myself from having my meltdown
today's emotions haven't been much better. ive changed so much, but nothing here has changed enough. the last time i was here it was 2019. andrew was with his ex, and every time a bag of chips crinkled my entire body would twitch
all ive fucking done is pace up and down the cottage and feel like shit
im hoping im going to settle in. i really really hope. but this has made for an absolutely miserable start that is making my emotions about every single other thing spiral (think about date, i feel worthless; fail to fix a programming problem, i feel worthless; fail to relax, surprise, i feel worthless!) and this is the stuff that feeds all back into suicidal ideation. mind you, that is only at the periphery but because of, idk, My Whole Life, that is sort of a default feeling and emotion too whenever anything becomes overwhelming--things get hard or Too Much, and i daydream about dying.
and so trying to manage all these little emotions are hard. i am absolutely certain this is just a bump in a road--like, all this post is to say is "i understand what is happening to me and why which means i can weather the storm, im just frustrated that I can't do much to stop it all together"
i miss my apartment--just typing that has my me start Crying Lite(TM). and so im sure that TOO is a part of covid both being a blessing and a curse--i got such a good habit and routine that felt so comfortable and predictable that now any changes too it are far more difficult to deal with than anticipated. it's a sort of comfort at the expense of flexibility
and so it's annoying. i cant meaningfully talk about this because the emotions i am feeling the biggest (sadness, frustration, restlessness, worthlessness, SI) aren't "real". They are products of my brains inflexibility and tendencies toward extremes. They are not in any way an accurate representation of what is happening in my life.
and so to talk about it to anyone is meaningless because it's not something that can be solved that way and asking for help makes me feel worse 99 times out of 100--because i know whether i ask for help or not, ill make it through it. and when i come through to my good mood, this mood right will be overshadowed by the good so much that ill feel stupid & attention seeking for even having considered i need help
so yeah. i think ive gotten it all figured it out. still miserable about it though & i would kill to be back in TO
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marsupials-of-mars · 5 years
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Coping (We Like Girls)
Thomas stood at a filthy counter in the middle of a poorly lit house. How he'd gotten himself into a house party was a cliche narrative and a poor life choice. He took a sip of his incredibly non-alcoholic drink and tried to block out the noise. Before long he felt a hand grab his arm.
"Hey Thomas, cmon we're playing spin the bottle! You coming or are you chicken?"
Thomas scoffed, ignoring his heart beating immediately faster it was something to do, and it felt more cool and spontaneous than standing around waiting for the party to end.
"Hell yeah, I can do cool things!" He was led to a group of high school friends in a circle around a card table. He scoped out the girls, though it was mostly guys, less than a one to three ratio. He focused on Lisa, a girl hed decided to respond with whenever he found himself in a discussion about crushes. She was a pretty redhead with a sweet voice and Thomas always enjoyed hanging out around her just to hear her talk, and not to mention sing. She had the voice of a Disney princess though she ironically seemed to always play the villain in the school's musicals. There were a couple more popular girls around the table but he hoped for her.
"Well, as the initiator..." The kid who had pulled him into the situation spoke. "I've got the first spin!" Thomas barely knew the guy, he talked to him in a couple classes. Robin, or something. He was sweaty like everyone at the party, the tacky and again, cliche, rainbow fairy lights lit up his face, only drawing more attention to the glisten. He was drunk, obviously, like more than half the people there. His almond brown skin and thick veil of black curls helped him gracefully meld into the night life scene while Thomas stuck out like a sore thumb, pale and sober.
He watched as Robin took the bottle and spun it, jokingly pretending to reach out to stop it when it passed a cute girl. It ended up landing on a senior, a tall, lanky guy Thomas had seen winning track awards every year. They laughed and made crude remarks, gagging sounds. The circle chanted, beating their thighs in unison and bursting out in laughter when lips met lips. Thomas looked away. The two pulled apart, track kid spitting and wiping his mouth on his sleeve and Robin mock flirting and taking a bow. Thomas pulled a knee to his chest.
A few more turns transpired, every girl on guy gutting a chorus of whistles and teasing, every girl on girl getting risky remarks from the guys, and every guy on guy being met with jeers and mocking laughter. Thomas was about ready to stand to leave when he saw the bottle land, neck pointing to him.
A blonde, a recognizable good friend of Lisa, and two grades above him. His face flushed and he leaned in awkwardly. She clasped her hands on the sides of his face and pecked him quicky, but long enough for Thomas to know it happened. She tasted like cheap lip gloss. He forced a smile over his mess of anxiety. She winked as the circle once again roared with excitement. That wasn't so bad.
Thomas had started to return to his seat when he remembered that he had the next spin. He took the bottle in a shaky hand and spun, praying for Lisa, good ole Lisa.
The bottle slowed, swooping, teetering back and forth with the uneven setoff. It landed. Thomas's eyes traced the neck of the bottle to his challenge. Dark brown eyes stared at him through a mess of stray black curls. Robin smirked. The blood rushed to Thomas's face. He watched Robin stalk, catlike, to the center of the circle. He once again felt his face taken in a pair of hands, but Robin's were less tactful. They gripped him by the nape of his neck and he was pulled in, for far more than a peck. He felt Robin's hair brush his shoulders, heavy and sturdy like the rest of him. The taste of lip shimmer on Thomas's lips was overridden by that of a badly concocted gatorade screwdriver. Strangely when considering the dynamic, Robin was the first to pull away.
"You're good at that." He smirked as the circle spat mockery.
"Th..." Thomas stared a moment before promptly turning and leaving the circle, leaving the living area, and barricading himself in the hallway bathroom.
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Roman blinked rapidly as a rush of something wonderful flooded him. He beamed and shot upright, ducking into the sides usual meeting area. He summoned them quickly, Patton, Logan, and squealed.
"Now Roman, I felt something too but we gotta use our words!" Patton seemed almost equally giddy, fiddling with the hemming of his sweater vest.
"Love! Love is blossoming! I knew it was coming, Logan didnt I tell you I knew we'd get there?!"
"You have indeed informed me of your hopes many times and every time I've agreed, but count it as a win if it assures you stop doing all of...that." Logan motioned to Roman's fighting stance/happy dance.
"Cmon Logan, let him do his little victory hop, you know he gets excited!"
"So to my understanding you're both rather happy about this? Not what I'd expect in such a situation."
"A situation like love? Of course we're happy, our kiddo is growing up and onward, why wouldnt we be happy? Now who's the lucky gal?!" Patton looked to Logan expectantly.
"Ah..." Logan adjusted his glasses. "Now I understand the lack of concern. Have neither of you looked?"
"Why would we be concerned, Isaac No-fun? Love is blind! We love without looking!"
"Oh..." Patton made a sound similar to gashing open a beach ball. Utter defeat. Roman looked over in confusion.
"What? You too?!"
"Roman..." Patton seemed both disappointed and terrified. "You need to look."
Roman groaned and closed his eyes, letting the current Thomas events wash over him. Recent memories. He let them play out, grinning excitedly when he saw a pretty blonde senior lean in for a kiss.
"She's so pretty! Why are we upse... " he wrinkled his brow. Something wasn't clicking. No rush of wonder. She wasn't the one. He continued to watch, the second spin. The feeling washed over him again, pulsing, his throat went dry and he shook his head. Dark brown eyes, firm hands. He ducked out of the images. "Well something isn't right then!!!" He looked back to Patton and Logan with panic flooding his demeanor.
"Indeed something isn't!" He felt arms wrap his shoulders and a face by his. "But isn't that a lot more fun than some girl?"
Roman growled and wrestled his way out of his brother's grip.
"YOU! This is you isn't it?!"
"Me?" Remus stroked his chin. "What's me?"
"Roman's right! You did something awful to Thomas, didn't you!? Cut it out young man, it's not funny!" Patton's face was bright red with a mix of fury and panic.
"You're all the gross, lusty, icky, unwelcome thoughts, how could this not be you!?" Roman shoved his brother. Remus giggled knowingly.
"I may be, I may be. Can't say I'm not jazzed about this hunk of a specimen, did you feel those hands?! I wouldnt mind feeling em a bit more if we're going into it." He bit his lip and rolled his shoulders. Puberty was making him an absolute monster.
"So you ADMIT IT!" Roman jabbed a finger at Remus's face. "Our CULPRIT!" Roman looked to Logan for confirmation, only to be met with a subtle head shake.
"Remus is admitting to being lust. Was what you felt purely lustful?" He gently guided Roman's train of thought.
"Well..." He looked at Patton, who was gripping his chest as if to squeeze the emotion out of it, his eyes wide, softly mumbling to himself. Roman's eyes drifted down in thought, then up to a grinning Remus.
"I do the 'gross' thoughts... and you do the romance! Remember?"
"It's NOT! ROMANCE!" Roman tackled his twin to the ground, enduring bites and hair pulling before he dealt his own blows.
"BOYS! NO FIGHTING! We have enough problems already!!!" Patton choked out over his turmoil.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" A low distorted voice bellowed from across the room. All heads turned and the room froze. Anxiety stood panting, his hood pulled far over his face and his hands hidden, bundled and crossed in his sleeves. He glared gut twisting daggers from shadowed eyes, though the rest of his demeanor was rather unintimidating. He swallowed his panicked outbursts, shaking. He stalked stiffly, every muscle tensed, up to the group. "What's HAPPENING to us?!
"What does it LOOK like genius?!" Roman shoved Remus off of him.
Logan nodded somberly. "It now seems possible with this newfound information... that we're more than likely homose-"
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!" base distortion shook Thomas's mind, Virgil pressed his hands to his ears so tightly it seemed his head would burst. "WE ARE NOT!!!" He bit down on the cuff of his hoodie to control the rattling that disrupted the living space. At Thomas's joyful age of fifteen, Anxiety generally took the drivers seat despite his general reclusivness, making him all the more dangerous when it came to his meltdowns. He knew this, and of course, he hated the pressure. Despite their all being the same age, he was a child at this point, dependant, terrified, entirely unprepared to govern a life. So he did the only thing he could think to make them all feel better. "DECEIT!!!"
And he was summoned.
"Anxiety?!" He quickly located his friend and ran over, wrapping him in a hug, securing him, keeping him at ground level as his panic surged. "Shh... what's going on here?" He looked over Anxiety's shoulder to meet the light side's looks of uneasiness at his presence with a glare and a hiss.
"Deceit..." His voice broke. Now that Deceit was here he didn't bother keeping up his tough guy facade even if the others were looking at him. He knew he was safe. "Deceit?"
"Yes Anxiety? Take your time..."
"We... we like girls, right?" He looked at Deceit with a terrified, pleading, begging expression. He wanted to feel better. He needed to hear the words.
Deceit was silent for a while, looking at his best friend, someone he'd sworn to protect no matter what, who he'd never disappoint. He looked at the lights, all confused but waiting with bated breath. He pulled Anxiety tighter, letting him bury his wet face in his shoulder. He nodded.
"We like girls."
The room stopped shaking, slowing to a rattle then nothing. The statement wasnt spoken in a tone more emotional then if he'd said any other clear and obvious fact, but somehow it was loud, impactful, clear, understood. He felt Anxiety take a deep breath. The others looked amongst themselves, nodding.
"That... makes a lot more sense. To me. I think that makes sense for Thomas, doesnt it?" Patton smiled, fake, forcing himself to be convinced. He took Deceit's matter-of-fact statement as truth, the only truth. Roman nodded slowly, convinced as quickly as he could manage. Logan and Remus looked on, each with their own sort of disappointment as their hands tightened around their mouths.
Deceit took Remus's wrist, his other arm still wrapped tightly around a shaking Anxiety, and sank out. Logan let his hand down, but stayed silent.
Roman tightened his fists with a new resolve.
~~~
Thomas threw open the bathroom door, ignoring the odd looks. He hoped she was still there. He lit up when he found her, alone in the kitchen.
"Lisa!" She looked over and smiled.
"Thomas. What happened back there, you flaked out on us!"
"I was nervous."
Lisa giggled. "About what? Robin?"
"About you, I was nervous it would land on you, because..." Thomas averted his eyes from hers.
Lisa smiled, gripping her lip in her teeth as she began to understand his intentions.
"I like you." Thomas looked back up at her. "And here I am, trying not to be even more of a wuss, to ask if you want to hang out sometime."
She grinned. "Finally!" She leaned in and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving him his third kiss of the night.
~~~
Roman pumped his fist. "YES!" He felt something rush over him, some sort of love. He didnt care what kind. It was there, and it was for a girl, a really nice, pretty girl who loved theater and singing. It was perfect.
"Yes!" Pattons face was flushed with relief and exuberance. "My little boy!"
Logan was silent, watching with an unreadable expression.
Back with the darks, Deceit sat with Anxiety's head in his lap, petting his hair comfortingly. He was asleep. He needed it.
"You're okay." Deceit whispered to himself as much as his best friend. "I'll protect us."
Disclaimer: this is obviously character thomas in this, I do not claim to know @thatsthat24 s real experience.
I had a theory before the most recent video came out that it would be pride related, and about how the sides dealt with thomas's coming out, or realization of his sexuality. It didnt happen, so I decided to make it anyway but more angsty. This is also my current hc about what drove the divide in Deceit and Virgil's relationship. Deceit tried to protect Virgil through his developmental years but did so in an unhealthy way and ultimately hurt thomas to keep Virgil happy, and when virgil found out, he hated Deceit because it ultimately worsened his anxiety tenfold.
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