#he’s either gotta be ‘behaving’ for his dad

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you ever think about how billy views love towards himself as something conditional

it’s never just because someone loves him

he has to be doing something, has to ‘earn it’

#i just think unconditional vs conditional love is an interesting thing #billy hargrove #he’s either gotta be ‘behaving’ for his dad #or objectifying/sexualising himself for people who wanna sleep with him #or playing into a role for ‘friends’ at school #still feels like he doesn’t deserve it though #‘loving billy hargrove’ isn’t a thing in his mind #because they just love the act he’s put on #first time steve says ‘i love you’ billy asks him why #haha #i need to be put down #like actually #character analysis #whatever you do don’t think about billys mom being the last person he received unconditional love from #whatever you do don’t think about how he couldn’t deal with max loving him #starts crying

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(cw: yandere, noncon, drugging, kidnapping, daddyfication)

i think i need to be fr and acknowledge how i can't stop thinking about getting kidnapped by Gallagher and being his lil babydoll...

get all dressed up and drink all the fancy cocktails he mixes cuz it's easier to manhandle someone when they're drunk. being dragged to and from the bar day and night because, despite being his captive, he doesn't mind showing you off since he's sure he can train you not to break under any questioning from nosy busybodies.

he names a cocktail after you, all bright and cheerful with a mix of your favourite colours, but a sip of it proves too sour for you to handle. it's not even bittersweet, just a burning, acidic taste that bites your tongue all the way down to your throat as Gallagher watches you drink it. you've gotta drink at least one a day, per his rules. as strong as it is, it never tastes enough of alcohol for it to give you any serenity.

on the other hand, he doesn't really drink when he's around you. after he puts you to bed or when he's alone, sure, he'll have a couple dreamjoys--but aside from that, he keeps as sober as he can be when he has his pretty thing to look after.

he's kinda like a dad, you realize. he likes it. it's weird, but it becomes overly comfortable; he enjoys feeding you and eats better when he's got to make sure you're full and eating good. he still skimps on sleep often but he'll cuddle you when he slides into bed next to you. he spends so much time worrying after you that you might end up calling him 'dad' or 'daddy' by accident, and he'll encourage it to stick without thinking. he praises you and punishes you in equal measure, one with kisses and sex and the other with alcohol, restraints, and....more sex. for a middle-aged guy, he's got quite the hunger for getting rough in bed, but maybe that's just because of you.

after a while, when you're sufficiently brainwashed after so much gaslighting and manipulation, you might get jealous or worried that Gallagher's gonna find someone else if you're bad. that maybe daddy's love isn't unconditional like he said if you misbehave too much. that's one of the only thoughts he doesn't let fester in you--you can worry about being well-behaved, or if he's gonna let you have dessert after dinner, but not whether he loves you or not. that won't ever change. why would he put so much effort into training you keeping up your good behavior just to lie and cheat on you? that doesn't make any sense. daddy still loves you even when you're bad.

cause daddy isn't all that great of a guy, either. in fact, he's pretty much an unhinged, perverse psycho. but maybe you've forgotten that now, and all the better for him.

#gallagher #gallagher hsr #honkai star rail #hsr #gallagher x reader #gallagher hsr x reader #spicy writing #ellie writes

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Employee of the Month 2: Stocking Stuffers

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader | Part One

Summary: Christmas is the season for Giving

Warnings: food mention, appearances from eddies friends, teasing, kissing, lots of fluff, meeting the family, gift exchanges, Eddie's scars, the truth about Hawkins + the upside down, love confessions, oral sex (m+f), hand jobs, squinting, cum play, first times, Protected p in v sex

word count: 13.9k

Eddie makes her breakfast the next morning, with Wayne trying to sleep on the couch in the living room, thinking he has no idea that Y/N slept over last night… it’s not like her coat and her shoes are by the door or anything. 

They eat quietly in his room, they haven’t talked about what happened last night or the fact that they’re dating now… she quietly eats with a confused look on her face like she’s thinking really hard, it’s cute. 

He stares at her with a smile, “what’s on your mind, princess?” 

“Huh?” She looks up at him finally, wiping away any trace of what she was thinking about. “Oh, I just… I can’t believe this is real and I’m not dreaming right now like I actually slept over last night. You actually like me, that actually happened last night…” 

“You’re a big girl now,” he teases first. “No, but really, I feel the same, it happened really fast.” 

She nods, fighting a smile as she remembers it fondly, “but it was nice…” 

“Waynes out there,” he whispers, pointing through the wall, “you can’t get all horny on me when he’s here, I have to behave.” 

“Shut up,” she smacks his knee lightly. “I am not getting all horny on you I was just saying, it was fun and I would like to do it again sometime… with my boyfriend.” 

“We work together again tonight, and tomorrow,” he reminds her. “And if you don’t have anything to do on Monday, you’re more than welcome to stay every night, so we can, you know…” 

“You can stay with me on Sunday night?” She suggests, knowing Monday was Christmas eve and her mom wouldn’t let her miss it. Not since her dad died. “And we could spend Christmas together if you wanted? I think my mom would actually love to have you at the table too.” 

He nods, “I’d love to, I think Waynes working nights but he’d be able to come to dinner before work?” 

“I’ll talk to my mom about it,” she fills with glee. “You know, I wasn’t going to say anything but I’ve been working on a Christmas present for you and I’m even more excited to give it to you now.” 

“Thank god,” he feels a wave of relief wash over him. “Cause I got you something too and I didn’t want it to be weird if you didn’t get me anything, I was freaking out a bit about it.” 

“Really?” She can’t believe it. “You didn’t have to do that?” 

“You didn’t have to get me anything either, but’cha did,” he reminds her, giving her the biggest heart eyes ever. He’s so gone for her it’s a little dramatic how much his heart aches for her when she’s right there in front of him. 

She returns to her plate with a big smile, stabbing her fork into the scrambled eggs with a shake of her head and then she points it at him, “you’ve gotta stop being so cute before I jump on you again.” 

He drops it there, they finish their food and he brings them all back to the kitchen carefully. The two of them get dressed again, he brings her coat and boots over to the other door by his room, not wanting to disrupt Wayne at all. He bundles up and heads out to start the van about 5 minutes before she’s ready to go, making sure it’s nice and warm when she gets inside. He holds her hand on the ride back to her place, he walks her to her door and kisses her with the promise of being back at a quarter to 8 for work. 

And then he’s alone again. 

The pressure of it all shows up when he’s pulling out of her neighbourhood. So he doesn’t turn back towards the trailer park, instead, he heads downtown. He pulls right up beside Steve’s Beemer at the video store and heads inside with a feeling he can’t shake off. 

“Hey, stranger,” Robin lights right up, she was home for the holidays and working with her one best friend, surprised to see another already. “What are you doing up so early?” 

“It’s noon?” He laughs, “but uh, I had to drop my girlfriend off at her place before work.” 

“Girlfriend!?” She lights right up, “the girl you like from the grocery store, right?” 

He nods, “yeah, she uh, she came over when I was sick last week and made me some soup and read to me and tucked me in and I was like, I’m so stupid she clearly likes me too so I kissed her yesterday and now she’s my girlfriend.” 

“Wow,” she leans on the counter with her head in her hands, “Steve! Are you hearing this?” She calls over to him in the back room. 

“What?” He pops his head out to see Eddie, “oh, hey!” 

“Y/N’s his girlfriend now,” Robin points at him with a smile, more of a shit-eating grin, really. They’ve been keeping a bet on when it would happen. “You owe me 20 bucks.” 

“Come on, you couldn’t have waited till after Christmas?” Steve complains, happy for him, but out $20.

He shrugs, “sorry man, she wanted me sooo bad, I couldn’t say no to her.” 

“Shut up,” Steve can tell he’s exaggerating. “How did you find a girlfriend before me?” 

“Charm, raw sex appeal, pure luck,” Robin uses it as an opportunity to bully Steve, “it’s not his fault you lack those things.” 

“Fuck you both,” he slaps $20 on the counter and heads back towards the stock room. 

“Wait, I needed to talk to you, specifically,” Eddie calls after him, following him towards the back room. “I have a question that only you would understand…” 

“Okay,” Steve seems concerned but he holds the door open and lets Eddie into the staff-only room full of VHS cases. “What’s up?” 

“Have you… I mean, has anyone seen— ugh this is so weird man, I’m sorry,” he leans against the table back there with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. “Fuck. Okay, the scars… has anyone seen your scars, you know, when you’re… intimate with them?” 

Steve nods, “yeah, I’ve been taking good care of them now so they’re not too bad and when they ask about it I just lie and say it’s road burn from a motorcycle crash and they buy it.” 

“How do you take care of them?” He genuinely didn’t know there was a way. 

“I learned from this one girl that bio oil helps with stretch marks and lightens them so I tried it and look,” Steve pulls his shirt up and moves his vest out of the way. The scars aren’t as red as Eddie’s, they’re almost the same fleshy pink as the rest of him. “You want some, you can have the rest of my bottle, I think this is as light as they’re getting for me.” 

“If you don’t mind?” He genuinely wanted to try anything that would make them a little less visible. “I just don’t know how to explain to her why I have these.” 

“Have you considered the truth?” 

He shakes his head, “her dad died in the earthquake. How do I tell her we almost stopped it from happening but missed it by a few seconds and now her dad is dead?” 

“We can give her someone to be mad at, tell her we killed Vecna, we made sure it’ll never happen again,” Steve knows that’s not much, but it’s something. “If you want, we can all help tell her? Nancy’s home as of tonight and staying here all week, or you know what? Bring Y/N to our Christmas party on Monday and we can tell her then… unless you want to wait till you’re more serious?” 

“We’re pretty serious,” he can’t help but blush.

“Wait, you’ve fucked but she hasn’t seen you shirtless?” Steve can read Eddie’s face better than anyone. “How?” 

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Eddie bites his lip, keeping his secrets to himself. “But we didn’t have sex, we just, you know…” 

“I don’t,” Steve crosses his arms, playfully. “Explain it to me, pretend I’m an idiot—

“I don’t have to pretend.” 

Steve points at him with a glare, “hey.” 

“What?” Eddie laughs it off, enjoying how easy it was to bug Steve. “We kissed and did stuff, you don’t need to know anything else.” 

“Fine,” Steve gives in. “I’m glad you’re happy though, man, you’re like glowing right now.” 

He nods, smiling away, unable to disagree. “I can’t believe I got her… it’s fuckin’ nuts how happy she makes me.” 

—

She has the house to herself until her mom gets home, which means she spends a decent amount of time in the shower without anyone telling her that she can’t. She packs a little overnight bag to bring to Eddie’s tonight, she gets all dolled up too and just in time for her mom to get home. 

She’s looking in the mirror, making herself all pretty when her mom comes and stands in the doorway, leaning on the frame with a smile. “You didn’t come home last night…” 

“I did not,” she turns slowly, afraid to get told off for some reason… her mom wasn’t very confrontational at all. 

“Can you just tell me next time? I woke up in a bit of a panic when you weren’t in here but I figured you’d be with Eddie,” she says it without saying it. “I just want to know you’re safe.” 

“I’m probably going over to his trailer again tonight, but tomorrow I want him to stay here… if that’s okay? I just figured that with Christmas coming that you’d want me here on Christmas Eve,” she explains her thinking all in one go. “Is that okay?” 

She nods, “I don’t see why not. Does he have anyone to spend Christmas with?” 

She shakes her head, “I’m pretty sure he’s Jewish on his uncle's side, but he said he’d like to spend Christmas with us and, his uncle works night shifts but he’d be able to come to dinner too if we have the space? He’d never turn down a good meal.” 

“Yeah, I bought a big turkey last week thinking we’d have a bunch of leftovers, so it’s definitely big enough for 4,” her mom explains with a smile, happy to have guests again. “Give them the invite for me, tell them dinner is at 5:30 on Tuesday.” 

“I will,” she can’t contain her excitement so she just beams a powerful smile at her. “He’s kinda my boyfriend now too…”

“Yeah?” She smiles right back, proud of her. “Well, I can’t wait to get to know him.” 

“He’s really awkward at first, but he’s funny and he’s nice and just the cutest man on the planet, it’s literally not fair how cute he is,” she gets a little carried away on that. 

“Yeah well, just try to behave yourself when he’s here… and be safe?” She had the talk with her in grade 6, she’s known about safe sex for years, doesn’t mean mom can’t bring it back up. “You’ve got condoms, right?” 

She nods, slightly embarrassed but she knew her mom meant well. “I bought some for his stocking… that’s what I got him for Christmas, a bunch of things I thought he’d like or would make him laugh.” 

“That’s cute,” she smiles, remembering how she did that for Y/N’s father. She backs up from the doorway and taps the frame lightly, “well, I’m going to make dinner, should I be expecting anyone?” 

She shakes her head, “no, he’s coming to get me for work, though.” 

“Sounds good.” 

And then she’s gone. 

It leaves her feeling a little more anxious than before. She has spent a lot of time thinking about the day she’d finally get to have sex with another person, and after last night it’s never felt realer. It’s mildly terrifying to think about. He was going to see her naked, he was going to stretch her open and slip inside of her and she was going to feel how hot and heavy he is as he fucks her and… 

She has to take a deep breath and calm herself down, turned on and anxious at the same time now. 

She’s so into him, she has been for so long. She's thought about him while getting off, she’s had dreams about a life with him, he’s been a constant in her fantasies and now it was going to become her reality. 

—

Work is excruciatingly slow now that they’re dating. 

He’s so handsy, he has to touch her every time he passes by, he kisses her cheek randomly, he comes up behind her to help her and rests his chin on her shoulder to watch what she’s doing and hold her in a weird hug around the middle. She wants to get her work done, the sooner they finish the quicker they can get out of there but he’s just happy being in her presence. He’s so happy with her. 

He’s on the other side of the aisle, humming along to the songs on the speakers, shoving boxes of cereal into the shelves without a real care in the world, too caught up in the songs. “Don’t take my heart, don’t break my heart, don’t, don’t throw it away,” his voice drops to mimic the song, making her smile over at him. 

He reaches back to the palette of boxes in the centre of the aisle, pretending to drum and then he points at her, “And this is my four-leaf clover! I’m on the line, one open mind, this is my…” he makes his way to her, taking her hand to dance like an old 50s couple and cradling the back of her head as he brings her closer. “Four leaf clover,” he finishes the words before he kisses her head and she settles there. 

They sway along to the beat, his jaw pressed to her temple, holding her close to his heart, she feels so incredibly loved by him it was insane. She gives his hand and his side a little squeeze before pulling away with a smile, “that was nice, but stop being so cute, I have things to do.” 

“Yeah, me,” he teases, letting her go. 

She smacks his arm and pulls away completely, turning back to the shelf to fiddle with the boxes there, nervous to say this but she can’t stop the words from coming out, “maybe if you’re good you can have me for Christmas, you know, on top of your present…” 

He leans on the shelf and crowds her space, keeping his voice down and just between them, “you know there’s no rush, right? I know I was kind of a horn-dog last night, but seriously don’t rush. I’ve waited 22 years, I can wait 22 more if I need to.” 

“Well personally, I’m tired of waiting,” she presses her lips together awkwardly, admitting that to him felt embarrassing. “I would’ve done it last night if we took 5 minutes to pull apart and get undressed, honestly.” 

He’s mighty surprised by that, speechlessly so.

“I’m not kidding,” she manages to laugh at how frozen he is. She pokes his cheeks a few times to bring him back and almost jumps out of her skin when he goes to bite her finger off. 

He wraps her up and kisses her all over her neck and under her ear, making her laugh harder as she tries to push away from him. When she finally does pull away enough to look at him, he’s so smiley he’s blushing, “you’re everything, Y/N Y/L/N. Absolutely everything to me.” 

She could melt staring into his eyes like this, she’s filled with so much love for him she could burst into a billion pieces of heart-shaped confetti… “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that to me. Too long.” 

“Just wait till I feel like I’m allowed to start telling you that I love you,” he teases, letting her know he feels it, but there’s also no rush there. 

Little does he know she loves him back already.

—

Back at his trailer, she’s a lot less anxious this time as she takes off her boots and hangs up their coats. Within seconds she’s, once again, all over him. Hands-on each other's cheeks, holding themselves in a heated kiss as the two of them bump into everything on the way to his bedroom. 

Knocking things to the floor with a mumbled, “I’ll get that later,” from Eddie against her lips. She laughs against him, kissing his teeth as he smiles back, completely in love with her. 

They tumble into his bed in a sea of laughter, he lands on her and knocks some of the wind out of her, making her laugh come out funny and then they laugh harder. He rolls off her, the two of them on their backs with their legs still dangling off the edge of the bed, cackling towards the ceiling. The room is pitch black except for the light beaming in from the hallway, causing an orange rectangle to light up his dresser and illuminates his guitar where she hangs on the wall. 

His room is so dark that the old glow-in-the-dark stars still kinda work, as their laughter dies down, she can’t help but smile up at them. She reaches out to hold his hand between them and turns to him, “I haven’t laughed that hard in forever.” 

“Me either,” he finally stops giggling with a sigh, unable to stop smiling either to the point that both their faces hurt. 

She gets up and sits on her knees, he sits up against the headboard, he reaches over to his side table and flicks on the lamp, making the whole room glow again. 

“What did you want to do tonight?” She asks, “like… make out? Watch a movie? Read?”

“All 3 sound amazing,” he reaches out for her, guiding her right back into his lap like she belongs there forever now. It’s her seat. “You pick, I’m just—

“Just happy to be with you,” she rolls her eyes playfully. 

“I am!” He tickles her sides, making her grab his wrists while squealing, trying to pull him away but he’s too strong for her. 

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” she gives in, wanting to be able to breathe again.

He wraps his arms around her, pulling her in close, her chest heaves as she tries to settle in her own skin again. She wasn’t really that ticklish, it was the way his fingers dug into her sides that got her all squeamish. He kisses her neck again, just under her ear, “this is all I’ve wanted for years…” 

“Me too,” she settles against him, arms resting on his shoulders once more, she runs her fingers through his hair. “I have wanted this with you since I was a freshman, so like since I was 14… I saw you in the cafeteria with your curly hair and your charming smile and I’ve been hooked ever since.” 

“Why didn’t you come talk to me?” he begs for the past to change. 

She shrugs and pulls away, sitting up in his lap she drags her hands down his chest and plays with his shirt slightly, “didn’t think we had much to talk about, I just liked to look at you.” 

“Look at us now,” he places his hand under her chin to bring her eyes back to his. “We can’t stop talking to each other.” 

“Or touching each other,” she smirks. “I think this was how it was supposed to work out though, we have a lot more in common now.” 

“The grocery store, being virgins…” he teases, counting on his fingers but not finding many things. 

“Dead dads,” she bites her lip, knowing that was a dark joke but it felt a little too dark. But he laughs. Thank god he laughs. 

“Okay so 3 things,” he teases. 

“And I know you love to sing and you like metal and rock music and you play dungeons and dragons and have a band, but I don’t know about Wayne until last week and I don’t know your middle name or anything personal really,” she worries. “What if we get to know each other and it doesn’t work out?” 

“What if we find new things to love together and have the best relationship that’s ever happened on earth?” He proposes the opposite of her worry, “what if we could be the happiest people on earth together?” 

“I’d like to try that,” she muses, brushing his hair off his face, she leans in for a sweet kiss on the lips. 

“I’ve gotta tell you some things first before you decide if you want me,” he whispers against her lips. “I’m sure you’ve got questions about everything that happened here.” 

“It didn’t happen here, this is a new trailer, right?” She worries. It’s not like she believes in ghosts or anything but the idea of Chrissy Cunningham's spirit lingering made all the hair on her body stands up. 

“Yeah it’s new, but, I mean, the truth about if I did it or not,” he explains with a sigh. “I didn’t, I think you know that or else you wouldn’t talk to me…”

“I never thought you did it,” she assures him, petting his hair gently, soothing him as he talks. He stares back at her with sad doe eyes, “really, I mean it. I knew you’d never be able to hurt anyone.” 

“I want to tell you everything, but I don’t know it all from the beginning,” he admits. “Steve offered to help me explain it to you, they’re going to have a little Christmas thing Monday night that we’re invited to, and Nancy can probably explain it all the best.” 

“Like, Harrington and Wheeler?” She’s surprised he still talks to them of all people in Hawkins. “Since when do you know them?” 

“Since they tracked me down and told me they knew what really killed Chrissy, and it was the same thing that killed Barbra Holland and took Will Byers in ’83,” he explains slightly. “The lab in town made a monster and a superhero and their battle ripped the town in half.” 

“So it was all connected,” she thought so, the murders were way too close to the earthquake. And as much as she didn’t want to believe the bible thumpers, it made sense that it was a series of sacrifices that caused the earth to fall inward towards hell. 

Still, it wasn’t eddies fault. 

He nods, “and worst of all, there’s this alternate version of Hawkins called the upside down thats like all grey and creepy and full of monsters… and I was down there for a few days. With Steve and Nancy, and Robin… and poor Dustin. I uh, I’ve gotta show you something, so you’re going to have to get off of me for a sec.” 

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” she’s anxious to know what happened, she backs right off of him and sits on his bed with her legs crossed, watching him get up and stand. 

He turns to face the bed, reaching for the hem of his shirt with a sigh, “I knew they needed more time to kill Vecna, I knew something was wrong and the whole system down there is like a hive-mind— if I hurt something attached to him, then it would give the other team some advantage… so I took off running, I got the attention of these bat things and I was going to fight them. Like an idiot.”

She covers her mouth with both her hands, scared to hear what happened to him and terrified that this is actually real. Monsters are real. And in Hawkins. 

He pulls up his shirt slowly at first and then all at once, he pulls it off and tosses it to the floor without even looking at her. He can’t. She gasps, reaching out to touch it but she doesn’t, her fingers just hover, “oh my god, Eddie…” 

“They kinda got me instead,” he gestures down. “It was bad… I almost died.” 

She finally touches the deep pink skin on the side of his belly button. The scar tissue is velvety smooth but she can feel all the bumps and dimples of missing flesh that would never regenerate right. He’s missing his nipple, a huge chunk of his breast around to his back and there are about 4 other decent-sized patches of missing skin across his broad chest. He’s sucking in a sharp breath as she explores, letting her touch even though she’s so cold compared to him, it’s excruciating. 

“Your fingers are like fuckin ice,” he finally takes both her hands in his and brings them up to his mouth to blow hot air into her palms. 

“Sorry,” she manages to give him a small smile. “How bad did it hurt?” 

“When it happened or after?” 

“God,” she grimaces at the idea of either, taking both her hands back and placing them on his bare shoulders. “Do I even want to know?” 

“I was full of adrenaline when it was happening so I don’t fully remember it all, I passed out pretty quick… and the morphine at the hospital was superb,” he’s able to joke, kissing his fingers like a chef would. “I still get these sharp shooting pains, like phantom bites, so if I ever twitch or jolt under you at night thats why.” 

“Okay,” she pulls him closer to the edge of the bed and softly kisses the scar on his neck, it’s big enough to require two kisses to get it all. 

Trailing her hands down his arms, she leans down and covers the next scar in kisses, then the one on the middle of his chest. Right over his heart which he hopes she can’t feel beating faster than ever before. She cups his sides, gently rubbing her thumb over the scar under his breast, she kisses where the nipple should be and the other surface area of the scar. 

“I hope you know I think you’re handsome and very brave,” she mumbles against his skin, on her way to kiss the mark above his belly button. 

He cradles her head in his hands, tilting her head up to look at him, “I love you.” 

She straightens right up, almost at eye level with him, full of awe, “really?” 

His eyes are full of tears, he’s never felt so loved in his life before. He nods softly, “thank you… you don’t know how much it means to me that you’re okay with all this.” 

“I love you, too,” she cups his face in her hands. “So, so much.” 

“Yeah?” He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her flush against himself. She nods, “yeah,” she responds with a cheeky smile. “Alright then,” he picks her up and tackles her right into the bed, kissing all over her face as soon as her head hits the pillow. 

She’s a giggling mess, like always, she brushes his hair off his face as he hovers over her. She pulls him down for a kiss, breathing him in deeply, she wraps her legs around him and traps him there. He kisses her again and again, and again, breaking away to kiss her neck and shoulder, over her shirt. 

“You can take it off,” she assures, reaching for the hem she leans forward, he pulls back and helps her pull the shirt off completely, leaving her under him in her bra. 

“Wow,” he’s taken aback by the view before him, he lightly trails his hand from her shoulder down her arm, over her tummy and then up to cup her bra. His thumb glides over the cup, feeling her nipple harden behind the padding. He licks his lips, “you’re so beautiful, Y/N.” 

“So are you,” she whispers up at him. With a hand at the back of his neck, she pulls him back in for another kiss.

He can’t help but smile against her lips, he steals a few more kisses and pulls away, he hovers over her and cups her face in his hands, “do you want to go a little further tonight?” 

She nods, “yeah… anything on your mind?” 

“Can I try and eat you out?” He asks, “I want to feel you cum on my tongue this time…” 

“Please?” She melts under him, eyes almost rolling into the back of her head at the mere thought of him doing that… “oh, I want you so bad, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” He smirks, slithering down between her legs and playing with the hem of her pants. “Lift, princess.” 

She does just as she’s told, and he takes her pants off first. He traces his fingers down the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs apart to display the wet patch on her cute little panties. He leans in for what she expects to be a kiss over the fabric, but instead, he presses his nose against the damp patch and breathes her in with a groan before dragging his tongue over it. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are, do you?” 

“Show me?” She begs, lifting her hips again, giving him permission to peel her panties off. He slips them down her legs and off completely, he grips them in his hands and brings them to his face again, taking one last sniff before he tosses them to the floor. 

She spread her legs automatically, over-eager for him to please her and not at all scared of him seeing her naked… she had a feeling no matter what she thought of herself, he was going to love and admire her pussy beyond any expectation she could have. 

His shoulders drop and all the air leaves his lungs when he finally sees her, beautiful and wet and on display just for him. “Sweet Jesus…” 

Without skipping a beat he flattens his tongue against her spread pussy and laps up all the evidence of just how horny he makes her. It's better than anything she has ever imagined, he sucks at her clit in just the most perfect way before flicking it back and forth with his tongue. 

He runs his pointer finger over her hole, circling it gently before slipping the digit inside, pumping in and out of her as he keeps repeating the same movements on her clit. The backs of her knees start to sweat and that all too familiar heat starts to bubble in her gut and spread throughout her body, making her feel like she’s floating. 

“Add a second and curl it up, fuck,” she had to take a breather as he listened, pumping into her without a single issue as he found her g spot. 

“Oh, right there, Eddie, baby,” she runs her fingers through his hair and grips it tightly, her back arches with a moan, he feels so good everywhere. 

His breath is hot against her clit as he takes a moment to smile up at her, proud of himself, “tell me when you’re close, pretty girl, I wanna watch it happen.” 

“Okay, fuck,” she moans, pushing his face back into her cunt. 

Her free hand comes up to grip her own breast, playing with the nipple between her two fingers for just a little bit more pleasure. Her legs start to tremble, “right there, oh my god, oh my god?” 

His big brown eyes flick up to her, he flicks at her clit with his tongue and fucks into her with his fingers, again and again, watching her orgasm build and wash over her in a wave. She trembles, back arching, he has to hold her hips down with both hands but thats fine, he replaces his fingers with his tongue. The wet heat of his tongue inside her and his nose nudging against her clit still as she rides out her orgasm, push her into overstimulation. 

“Fuck, fuck, Eddie,” she scrambles to push him away, but he holds her there, tongue fucking her deeply to ensure he gets all her cum. 

He licks her clean and pulls away with a smile, face glistening, lips swollen, “good?” 

“Fuck yeah,” she reaches forward as she sits up, pulling him in to straddle her hips so she can reach his bet buckle. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, curious but his eyes look more cautious. 

“It’s your turn?” She hesitates, making sure she’s not going to far. “Can I jerk you off?” 

He laughs, shocked that she’d want to so badly, “yeah, yeah, absolutely.” 

She tugs his jeans down as far as she can get them, and they stop mid-thigh, exposing his hard cock in his boxers. She runs her hand over the bulge, making him hiss, no one’s touched him before either. She felt unbelievably lucky to be the first person to ever peel back Eddie Munson's boxers and take his thick cock in their hands. 

“Wow,” she says, breathless as she strokes her hand from base to tip, using her thumb to trail along the vein under his cock. She strokes him gently with one hand, still balancing on her other forearm, it’s slightly uncomfortable. 

He can tell she rather be using both hands, “sit up,” he instructs. He helps her up against the pillows better and gets off her so he can slip out of his jeans.

He re-straddles her hips, and she trails her hands over his thighs, scratching her nails over his bare hips while his cock twitches there in front of her. She grips his cock at the base and slips down the pillows a bit, now at the perfect level to take him in her mouth. 

She runs her tongue along the underside of his cock, she can feel the vein working overtime, he’s so fucking hard for her. She takes the head in her mouth, teasing the tip with her tongue, and she strokes the rest of him. His hands are in her hair, his eyes are closed, and his thighs tremble as he tries to keep himself upwards but she feels too good. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he warns her, letting her pull away if she wanted to. 

She pops off his cock with a smile, jerking him off a bit faster with ease from the added saliva. He moans, he sounds so fucking beautiful, his hips sputter and his cock twitches again and again as he releases all over her neck and chest.

“Oh, fuck,” he shutters, his cum is so hot on her skin, leaking down her chest and between her boobs, he watches the whole thing, stunned and fucked out at the same time. 

She giggles amazed that he could get so lost in her touch and cum like that, it was hot and amazing and filled her with pride. She did that. 

He crawls off of her, reaching for tissues on his nightstand to clean her up before he ruined her bra. “Sorry, I’m just gonna,” he says as he parts her boobs and wipes the cum off. “God, sorry there’s so much.” 

“It’s fine,” she continues to laugh, “You’re so hot when you cum.” 

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffs, “I would like to live between your thighs, babe.” 

“Thats fine by me,” she sighs as she rests back against the pillows. “I can’t believe I waited so long to experience that.” 

He tosses out the tissue once she’s clean and climbs into bed beside her, she cuddles into his chest and kisses the side of his neck. “I still love you…” 

“I love you more,” he says it to one-up her, but also because he loves her more now than the last time he said it. He had a feeling it would keep doubling as the moments with her went on. His love for her was going to be never-ending. 

—

They wake up in the afternoon, they have lunch together in town and when she gets back to his trailer, she talks to Wayne about Christmas because Eddie had somehow forgotten by the time he got back from her place on Saturday… 

“Now, you’re sure your mom is okay with the two of us intruding?” He asks again, “this isn’t just you two wanting us to bond right, she knows you’re asking me over?” 

“Yes Wayne,” she places her hand on his arm with a smile. “She’s very excited to have a full house for Christmas again.” 

“Is there anything I need to bring? Should I get her a gift as a thank you?” Wayne asks, just as giving and considerate as his nephew. 

“No, just come with room for a big supper, she’s making a huge turkey,” Y/N teases. “But you know, she’d never turn down a bottle of wine…” 

“Noted,” Wayne nods in agreement, “it’s the least I can do as a thank you, I haven’t had a homemade Christmas dinner in years.” 

Something in the conversation also reminds Eddie that he has to wrap his friend's gifts for their party the next night. 

“Do you know how to wrap things nicely?” He ponders aloud, making Wayne smile at him, he knew that was his way of asking for help. 

“Yeah, what do you need help with?” She asks, following him back to his room ready to help. 

He makes her close her eyes while he digs all the presents out of his closet and makes sure none of the ones he got for her are in the pile. He places them all on the bed along with some wrapping paper and tape, and finally says she can open her eyes again. 

There are so many things in front of her, he’s been collecting gifts for a while clearly. And clearest of all, he loved his friends more than she could ever imagine. 

“Wow, okay, what first?” 

“Well,” he starts to arrange things into piles, “these are for Dustin, that’s for Gareth, Jeff and Kev. These are for Steve and this one is for Robin and…” he goes on with more names that she remembered from school and some she had never heard of like Erika and Eleven. 

“And this one is for Wayne,” Eddie whispers so he doesn’t hear from the other room. He got Wayne yet another mug with a bag of specialty coffee and some nice biscotti to have with it. 

“So we’ll do his first, get it out of the way,” she says as she unrolls the wrapping paper and tries to figure out the nicest way to wrap the 3 items. 

“Can I ask why you got each thing?”  She asks, carefully slipping the package of coffee grounds into the mug. 

“I got Dustin this shirt,” he unfolds it and shows it to her, the shirt reads: “choose your weapon wisely” with a row of differently shaped dice over the letters. “And some dice,” he shakes the box in the pile and then places it on top of the shirt. “He’s the current dungeon master in their school club and when he graduates Erika will be taking over so I got her the newest edition of the dungeon masters book.” 

“Oh, thats so cute,” she swoons. 

“Then I got the guys in the band some new branded shirts and picks, I had them made by a company over in Shelbyville, they’re so cool,” he takes a pick out and shows it to her. The black was matte, the CC in the middle was glossy, and it popped so well. “They’re going to love them.” 

He explains that he got Nancy a journal because she’s going to school for journalism so she must need one. It’s a nice deep red and he’s written her a sweet little note on the first page. Robins gift is a set of rings from Claires that he said screamed her name when he first saw them. Steve gets some fuzzy dice for his car's rearview mirror because no matter how hard they try to get him to play d&d, he’s not interested but he still needs some lucky dice.

He got Lucas a keychain with his basketball number on it. Max got some cool stickers for her skateboard. Mike got a lighter because unfortunately, his tendency to copy Eddie has gone all the way to smoking. He got Will a colouring book and his sister El, a fantasy graphic novel. 

It’s a lot of things, but he holds a lot of love for these people in his heart.  

She can’t wait to see what he got for her if this is the level of care he put into his friend's gifts. 

—

She brings him home after a shift that feels more like 16 hours instead of just 4. By the time she’s tumbling into bed, it’s almost 1 in the morning and she’s ready to crash and sleep for the next 2 days straight. This weekend has been too exciting for her body clock to handle. 

Eddie looks around her room curiously, she’s quick to step out of her clothes and climb right into bed in just her bra and underwear. She lays there against the pillows with her eyes closed, under her covers, “I’m exhausted.” 

“Awe,” he comes and sits down on the edge of her side of the bed. “So I guess no fun stuff tonight, princess?” 

“I mean,” she opens her eyes and leans forward. “I wouldn’t say no to an orgasm before bed… I’m starting to get used to them.” 

“I was kidding,” he’s genuinely shocked that she’s down for it. “Your mom is home? Really?” 

“I was also kidding,” she laughs at how eager he got, “I think one night of not having our hands all over each other will make tomorrow better…”

“What’s tomorrow?” 

“Well technically right now it’s Christmas eve, it’s past midnight, so tomorrow is Christmas,” she reminds him. “I wanted to go all the way… I was thinking maybe after the party at your friends house? Before we come back here?” 

“You want to meet my friends knowing we’re going to have sex after?” He teases.

She nods, “yeah, cause when else can we do it? My mom has traditions: after dinner, we have to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas movie and have hot chocolate and dessert, and then she’s going to go to bed, and I don’t think I can do that with her down the hall and us leaving just makes it obvious…”

“If you’re this anxious about it we don’t have to do it yet.” 

“I’m ready for it, I just know that when my parents had sex here before the house kinda shakes, it’s old, she’s going to know every time we do it and I don’t want her to,” she explains. “It’s so awkward knowing when your parents are fucking, I can’t imagine how she’d feel knowing I’m having sex.” 

“God,” he can’t even imagine the horror. “Wayne only ever had one girl over, years ago, and I only know cause she was loud.” 

“So Waynes good in bed too,” she teases, watching him get visibly jealous. “I’m kidding, I only have eyes for you, big guy,” she assures him, reaching out to pull him in for a hug. 

“Good,” he holds her there, running his hand over her back gently, “scoot over, I’m getting in.” 

“Okay,” she does just that, tossing the covers back so he can get out of his clothes and slip right in and share the warmth. 

They get all cozy, cuddled together with him as the big spoon, “I’m getting way too used to going to sleep with you.” He wraps his arm around her middle, resting his hand on her tummy, she places her hand over it and interlocks their fingers.

“I know,” she feels the same way. “It’s not like we have to stop at any time soon… I have no problem going back and forth every night so I can still see my mom often.” 

“I don’t mind that either,” he agrees. “Even if I stay here some weekdays cause you have school and you just stay with me after work?” 

“Yeah, I like that too,” she agrees. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be working with you, though. I was just supposed to get holiday hours, they said they’d probably cut me come mid-January.” 

“Oh,” he sounds really sad. “Well I can talk to Jerry and Linda, you’re a lot better than anyone else I’ve worked with, if you want some hours a week I’ll advocate for you.” 

“Thank you,” she gives his hand a good squeeze and then let's go, she rolls over to face him, missing his sweet face. “I love you, you know that?” 

He nods, “I do, funnily enough… and I’m so fucking lucky that you do.” 

“I feel pretty lucky too,” she assures him. “I used to lay here after a terrible day and dream of scenarios where you’d come and talk to me at school… and now you’re actually here beside me. I don’t have to dream anymore.” 

“You know,” he starts before he can really think it over. He knew she was emotional, but he says it anyway. “There was a part when I was dying, I thought it was okay cause it’s not like anyone loved me anyway,” he admits with matching teary eyes. “I’m so glad I didn’t listen to that voice.” 

She cups his face and pulls him into a kiss, she smothers his face in kisses, “I love you, so, so much,” she says between each one. She pulls away with a teary smile, “I’m going to have to kiss Nancy Wheeler as a thank you for keeping you alive for me, what else can I do that says thanks for not letting my soulmate die in a creepy hell dimension?” 

He laughs, “I mean, her girlfriend might get upset but you can try…” 

“She has a girlfriend? That’s so cool, I had no idea what she was up to now that we’ve graduated,” she explains, not one for keeping up with everyone in her graduating class. 

Eddie spends a few minutes explaining the very interesting dynamic of his friend group to her. How Robin and Steve are basically attached at the hip, which is ironic seeing as Steve dated Nancy first and now Robin in… and together, robin and Steve are like parents to the younger group consisting of Nancy’s little brother Mike, the missing kid Will Byers and his step sister Elle. Billy Hargrove's little sister Max and her boyfriend Lucas as well as his little sister Erika. And finally, Dustin. The main glue of the friend group, he was everyone's favourite, he had everyone's back, he was the little brother Eddie always wanted, it’s sweet how everyone loves him. 

She’s excited to meet him later. 

—

Her mom makes them breakfast, they all sit together and it’s surprisingly easy for him to talk to her. They’re a lot alike, he can tell they’ve spent a lot of time together over the years. He can also tell she really misses her husband, Eddie can’t help but feel like he played a part in taking him away, so he offers his services to her. 

“Y/N was saying that you’ve been having a hard time getting to all the repairs and I was wondering if I could help? Me and my friends could get the siding done in the spring and—

“Eddie, it’s okay,” she cuts him off. “Really, it’ll get done when it gets done.” 

“I want to help,” he assures her. “It's the least I can do, I have a feeling I’m going to be over a lot.” 

“A lot,” Y/N echoes, nodding along. “If he wants to help then let him, mom, what’s the worst that can happen?” 

“Okay, but I’m going to find a way to make it up to you,” she assures them both.

“I’ll do it for a sandwich and a hug?” He suggests, sticking his hand out to make a deal. 

She takes it gladly, “I’ll throw in a pack of beer when you’re done, Y/N’s dad always did that for his buddies that helped us out.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” he agrees happily. 

He heads back to the trailer around noon to change and grab his presents for the party that night, and to talk to Wayne. He hasn’t had a chance to really catch up with him in the last few days. And they had a lot to talk about. 

He brings him up to speed on his new relationship and the Christmas details, asking if Wayne wants his present now or at Y/N’s house the next day, he picks the latter. 

“I want to open it on Christmas, it’ll be weird not doing it here but oh well,” he shrugs. “I always knew one day you’d get a partner and we’d end up doing a big Christmas or Hanukkah somewhere with your little family, it just feels like it happened a lot sooner than I expected.” 

“I’m 22?” 

“I know, but you’re still my little buddy,” Wayne reminds him. “You’ll always be the little boy I raised and love, no matter how big you get.” 

He wraps Wayne up in a big hug, “I love you so much, old man, you know that?” 

Wayne gives him a big smooch on the cheek and holds him tight, “I know. I love you too, squirt.” 

He pats his back a few times before letting go of the hug, the two men pull away awkwardly, never really being touchy with each other. The last time they really hugged that much was when he was in the hospital, Wayne didn’t let go of his hand for about a week. He didn’t leave his side, he spoon-fed him, and he was a wreck until Eddie got better. He thought they had a strong bond before all hell broke loose, it was unbreakable now. 

Eddie heads back into his room after that, and he spends some time making it look and smell nice. He sets out her present on the bed, wanting to give it to her right after midnight and right before the main present. He was both excited and nervous, he loves her so much he wants to make it good and fun for her while also making it memorable and special for them both. 

Wayne heads to work, and Eddie has dinner with Y/N and her mom which is absolutely delicious and only makes him more excited for dinner tomorrow. 

—

Y/N gets all dressed up even though he told her it wasn’t a big party, she made a chip dip and got Nancy a bottle of wine as a thank-you for hosting, she was really trying to win them over. 

He holds her hand on the drive over, making sure she’s not too nervous. “Trust me, they’re all super weird and they’re going to do everything in their power to impress you, you won’t have to try hard. They love having new members join.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Positive… and I’ve been talking about you to Steve and Dustin for the last month, and so of course Robin also knew I liked you cause Steve can’t keep anything to himself. They will literally malfunction if one knows more than the other, it’s like their brains share a hard drive,” Eddie shakes his head with a loving smile. 

He loved his friends. More than he could ever explain. 

“I know for a fact they’re excited to meet you and they will love you,” he assures her with a squeeze of her hand. 

“Okay,” she takes a deep breath and believes him. 

“You ready? Cause we’re here,” he says as he parks outside a very large house all decorated with wreaths and lights for the holiday season. There’s a bunch of cars parked in the driveway, so they have to park on the street. 

He gets out first, rushing to her side to help her out and then grabbing all their things from the back of the van. She carries the dip, and he carries in all the presents, all the way to the front door where Steve Harrington opens the door before they can even knock. 

“Come in, come in,” he ushers them inside and out from the cold. 

He can tell it’s really weird for her to be reacquainted with Steve, Robin and Nancy, they never really interacted much in high school but they all knew of each other. It takes about 15 minutes of knowing them and hearing weird inside jokes that she doesn’t understand for Dustin to start the retelling. 

He and Nancy argue about the order of events, having led two very different sides of the same battle against the upside down. 

Eventually, however, she gets it. 

She eats about a whole bowl of chips as she listens, completely engrossed in the lore of Hawkins that no one except their friend group knew of. It was terrifyingly amazing, she loved the fact it brought them all together, but she hated how traumatized it left them all. 

“Can I just say thank you,” she reached out for Nancy’s hand, just beside her on the couch. “Eddie’s always meant a lot to me, and I don’t think I would have him if it wasn’t for you.” She turns to the rest of the room too, all smiling because they knew Eddie found the love of his life. “I’m really grateful to all of you for making sure he got off the hook for Chrissy’s murder and everything.” 

“It was nothing,” Robin, waves it off, not wanting to get too emotional. “We’d do it again in a heartbeat.” 

—

He slips away to talk to Nancy in the kitchen, she’s quietly cleaning up the mess so her mom isn’t mad in the morning. Wrapping cling-film over a few dips, she’s not paying attention when he walks into the room. 

“Hey, Nance?” He whispers. 

“Oh, hey,” she slightly jumps but settles easily. “What’s up, did you need something?” 

“Yeah… uh, I kinda have a super personal question to ask, and you can totally tell me to fuck off if it’s too personal—

“I gave you CPR, there’s nothing too personal between us anymore,” she cuts him off, always teasing him about having to kiss his nasty blood-filled mouth to bring him back to life. “You’re welcome by the way.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves her off and then takes a deep breath. “Um, I know you’ve been with guys before and I was just wondering if there was something you wish was different about your first time? You know, to make it better or easier?” 

“Well,” she crosses her arms with a surprised yet pleased smile. She leans against the counter and thinks about it for a second, “I mean, Steve was really gentile but it still hurt a lot, I guess I wish I had explored with myself a bit beforehand cause I think if I knew what I liked it would’ve been more fun.” 

“We’ve done other stuff together,” he shares, only slightly embarrassed. “I just know on my end I want it to be special for me, it’s my first time too and if I feel this nervous about it being perfect then she must too, and the last thing I want is to hurt her or make it not memorable or fun.” 

“You’re you,” Nancy laughs. “Seriously, you’re so charismatic and loud and dramatic and—

“I get it, I’m a lot,” he stops her before she accidentally bullies him. 

“But a good ‘a lot’. I just mean, she loves you for a reason, whatever happens, she’s going to have a lot of fun with you,” Nancy explains more articulately. “I know it.”

“Thanks,” he can’t help but smile. “You need any help in here?” 

She shakes her head, “no, you go be with your girl, I’ll be done in a few minutes.” 

And so he listens, he heads downstairs to see Steve and Dustin still talking Y/N’s ear off. He comes and stands behind her, chin on her shoulder and wraps his arms around her. She tilts her head to the side to rest against his, hands on his big arms as she holds him close. 

—

They leave the party shortly after that, she tells them all about her mom's big Christmas breakfast plans and how they need to be up by 8am and Eddie’s friends let them go. She had a genuinely wonderful time with them, they’re friendly and sweet and absolutely hilarious. They love her Eddie, he loves them, and she can see herself fitting in quite well with them.

The clock on his dashboard reads 9:56. She told her mom not to wait up because she’d be home after midnight. They had 2 hours until then. Part of her wants their night to be long and drawn out and hot but she knows they have to get up and get dressed again just to go back to her childhood bedroom.

The stocking she got for Eddie is large enough that all the things she got for him fit inside without much fuss but some of the comic books stick out of the top. She put it inside a grocery bag and then in the back of his van earlier that night, she hopes he hasn’t looked inside or seen anything through the plastic. She really can’t wait to give it to him. 

Actually, she can’t wait to give everything to him. 

They pull up to said trailer all while she’s been in her own head, in a haze of sorts. He’s about to open her door when she takes a deep breath and says her over-prepared speech, “you go unlock the door, I don’t want you to see the present yet.” 

“Okay,” he backs up with a sweet smile, “meet me in my room?” 

She nods, “I’ll see you there in a minute.” 

She waits for him to be up at the door, focusing on his key in the lock and unable to watch her open the back door of the van and take out his present. She insures that it’s all together and holds it close to her chest on the walk up to the door. 

Once inside, she slips out of her shoes and trades the stocking back and forth in her hands as she takes her coat off too. “Can I come in?” She asks at his door, not looking in case he wasn’t ready. 

“Yep,” he sounds like he’s smiling. 

Once she steps into his room she can see his ever-glowing smirk as he stands on the opposite side of his room. He’s also holding a stocking, only his is decorated to the nines with glitter glue and little accents. 

“Oh my god!?”

“No fuckin way?” He says at the exact same time. 

They didn’t plan this in the slightest. Neither one knew the other even had a present until just the other day and she’s been collecting things to gift him for a while now. 

They quickly make their way to each other, meeting at the foot of his bed and both taking a seat. Criss cross apple sauce facing each other, “I just thought ‘what would Eddie like?’ And it was a bunch of little things so,” She hands him the stocking. 

“That’s what I was thinking for you, too,” Eddie can’t help but smile. 

She takes the stocking from him, admiring how he decorated it to say her name in purple glitter glue. He drew out some trees, what looked like a can of Campbell's soup and a bunch of hearts… it’s so cute she could cry. 

“Do you want to go one at a time?” He asks? 

She looks back up at him with a tearful smile, “Yeah, you first.” 

“Okay,” he’s more than happy to start pulling things out of his stocking. 

One by one, he takes each thing out. First, he takes out the fantasy magazines and comic books and gives his thanks as he flips through the pages. “What made you pick batman and wolverine for me?” 

She shrugs, “I spent a lot of time at the comic book store trying to pick what was the best and I thought the art looked cool, I thought you’d like it the best.” 

“Thank you, I love them,” he places them down on the bed and takes out the next few items. 

Kitkats, skittles, twix, and all sorts of candy. There’s a pack of cigarettes cause she knows he still smokes, he just doesn’t smoke as much around her. She got him a package of hair ties cause he always has one on his wrist that looks a little stretched out and worn down. A pack of chapstick because his lips always looked so soft he must love chapstick. There’s a handful of lighters that have funny saying on them like “flick your bic” which she thought he’d laugh at. And finally, at the bottom of the stocking, there’s a box of condoms.

“Oh, okay,” he can’t help but smirk as he reads over the box. “You pick these out more for me or you?” 

“Both of us,” she shyly admits. “It’s not weird right?” 

He shakes his head, “no, honestly it’s amazing cause I only got us a pack of 2 the other day…” 

“Well, now we have 12,” she bites back a smile. 

“Thank you, baby,” he smiles too, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Your turn.” 

“Okay,” she is more nervous to open her own gift than she was watching him react to his. 

The first thing she pulls out is an agenda with 1989 embossed on the dark blue cover. “Oh my god?” She can’t believe it as she flips through the beautiful pages with elegant presets ready to help her plan the next year out. 

“I figured with school and work and next year you have to do a placement that you’d need an agenda,” Eddie explains. “And I took the liberty of adding my name and number in the address book and my birthday is in there too…” 

“It’s next month,” she already knew when his birthday was. “6-year crush, remember, I know a lot more than you think.” 

“Sorry, forgot you were an Ed-xpert,” he teases, hands up in surrender. 

She does give him a laugh, cause that was stupid and funny and he’s just too cute not to laugh. She shakes her head fondly, “that was a good one…” 

“Thanks,” he’s smug now. 

“Your friends would get in trouble every year for sticking candles in whatever the lunch order was on your birthday and they didn’t care, they always lit the candles anyway,” she remembers fondly. “It was cute, you always had little celebrations for everyone in hellfire.” 

“We’re a family,” he shrugs. “It’s what families do.” 

“It’s cute, and I love this, thank you,” she thanked him, and places the agenda down on the bed, starting her own pile of things. 

He got her some gel pens to write in her agenda, as well as a bunch of stickers to decorate it. There’s candy and fuzzy socks with cute patterns on them, he also got her some chapstick and some nail polish in purple and red. Yet her favourite item in the whole stocking is a cute pair of gloves. 

“Cause your fingies get cold in the van, I need to get a new heater,” he explains. “I don’t want you to be cold.” 

“I love you,” she holds the gloves to her chest, feeling so overwhelmed with emotion. A simple pair of gloves in her favourite colour, they match her coat and her purse, that’s why he got them, and they’re perfect. “Eddie baby, this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.” 

He gets up and stands at the foot of the bed, extending a hand to pull her up onto her knees at the end of the bed. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close to his chest as he looks down into her eyes, “I love you, merry Christmas, sweetheart.” 

She wraps her arms around his neck, tilting her head to the side with a lick of her lips, “it's finally main present time, isn’t it?” 

He nods seductively slow, “that it is…” 

“The bed is a mess,” she whispers, reminding him with a cheeky smile. “We can’t have sex on a bunch of candy and magazines.” 

“I mean we could, it wouldn’t be comfortable,” he teases, dragging his hands down her back to cup her ass. “And the chocolate would melt… but we could.”

“No,” she shakes her head with a smile. “Come on,” she pulls back and returns her attention to their presents. She starts to shove everything into her own while Eddie simply takes the box of condoms out of his pile and opens it up. 

He holds up the long strip of condoms with a smile, “think we could go through all of these tonight?” 

She laughs, “no, we have to save enough energy to go back to my mom's house, remember? If we’re not there Christmas morning she’s going to kill me.” 

“Right,” he rips the first condom off and tosses it onto the bed and puts the rest of them on his nightside table. 

He puts the rest of his presents on his dresser and while he’s over there, he takes off his shirt and tosses it towards his dirty laundry pile. She watches contently, he’s too pretty for his own good. “Sorry, did you want to do that part?” 

“Undress you? No, it’s fine,” she shakes her head and meets him by his dresser, she places her own stocking there for safekeeping and wraps herself back around him. Hands-on his bare shoulders this time, she drags them down his chest and stops at his belt. “But I can continue…” 

“Please,” he begs, breathless as he stares down at her, overwhelmed with how much he wants her. 

She runs one hand back up his chest, over his tummy, his pecks and she stops at his neck. Cupping the nape of his neck she leans in and presses a kiss to his pulse point. With her other hand she unbuckles his belt and pops the button on his jeans, she snakes her hand inside his pants and palms over his boxers, stroking the outline of his cock and feeling him harden in her hands. 

His grip on her hips tightens, he balls the fabric of her dress into his fists and tugs it up to cup her ass through her nylons as she keeps kissing his neck and stroking his cock. 

He picks her up in one go, she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck for support. He walks her over to the bed and tosses her down onto the mattress once more. Reaching for his own belt, he pulls it through the loops and tosses it towards the floor, “how’d you wanna do this?” 

“Could you, maybe… um,” she goes sky, watching him push his jeans to the floor and step out of them. 

“Yeah, princess?” 

“Could you eat me out again?” She whispers up at him. 

He smirks, placing his hands on her knees and tracing his fingers down the inside of her thighs until he reaches her hips. He grips her tight and pulls her to the edge of the bed and drops to his knees, “I’d love to.” 

He starts to pull down her nylons and he can tell she’s nervous again, “I shaved the other day so I’m going to be a bit stubbly…” 

“I don’t mind, baby,” he assures her. 

She grips her dress at the hem and pulls it up and over her head, thanking god it was stretchy and didn’t have a zipper to trap her inside of it. One leg at a time he takes her nylons off, smoothing his hands over her legs and then he brings his cheek to her knee. He drags his face along her skin, kissing the hem of her panties and then right where her clit should be. 

“Did you wear these panties on purpose?” 

“They’re my only black pair,” she explains, black was a sexy colour, so of course, she wore them for this. 

“The bow is cute, you’re like another present I get to unwrap,” he teases, running his finger over the little bow at the front of her panties. 

“I guess it is,” she can’t help but smile. 

He loops his fingers under the band and she lifts her hips knowingly, helping him slip them off of her and onto the floor.  

She props herself up on her forearms, watching with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth. He wraps his arms around her thighs, holding them open as he inches closer to her wet pussy. He kisses the little freckle she has on her underwear line, his breath is hot against her skin as he runs his tongue over her pussy lip ever so slowly. 

Using his right hand he runs his index finger from her clit to her glistening entrance, he gathers up all her slick and rubs it into her clit with his forefingers. “I want you to cum at least once for me before I fuck you, then you’ll be nice and relaxed and it won’t hurt as much.” 

“I think I’ll be fine,” she’s sure of herself, sharing a bit too much because she was so comfortable with him. ���I usually use three fingers when I’m alone, I think I can take it.” 

He groans, “god, you’re so fucking hot.” 

With only one arm holding her legs down he’s not as strong, she clamps her legs closed at the sensation of his tongue lapping over her aching clit, “be a good girl and keep these open for me, kay?” 

She nods, breath hitching at the sound of good girl… 

“You liked that,” he smirks. “I can tell by the way your cunt fluttered, ooo, there you did it again.” 

She’s aching for more, feeling her heartbeat in her clit 10 times stronger than ever before, she needed him desperately, “please, Eddie?” 

“Since you asked so nicely, baby,” he muses, voice vibrating against her core as he leans in impossibly close and licks over her hole. 

Her hand goes right to his hair as she tries desperately to keep her legs open for him. He holds her pussy open with two fingers, and he drags his tongue over her cunt in long, broad strokes serpentining as he gathers her wetness. She tastes so good he moans against her, she grips his hair tighter, bringing him toward her clit as a silent instruction to suck. 

She drops down against the mattress then, “oh, fuck,” she moans, letting go of her grip on his hair to hold her own legs in place for him. He flicks her clit back and forth with his tongue between soft licks and suctioning onto her clit. 

He pulls back enough start pulling off his rings and he places them all on his night table. He makes perfect eye contact with her as he takes his middle and ring finger in his mouth, coating them with saliva before he circles them over her hole, “ready?” 

“Yeah,” she’s breathless just watching. 

He smirks, she fluttered around the tips of his two fingers, sucking them into the first knuckle. He pushes in slowly to the second knuckle, watching her suck in a deep breath at the feeling. He leans back in to suck on her clit as he bottoms out, as deep as he can be inside of her like this, he curls his fingers the way she said she liked it before and begins to thrust. Pulling out ever so slightly and pumping back into her again and again. 

She feels him everywhere, back arching as she pushes her pussy into his face more. She reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra and pull it off so she could grip her tits, playing with her own hardened nipples and he watches from between her legs. He laughs slightly, hot breath against her and the feeling of his lips curling into a smile brings her attention back down to him. 

“Feels so good, baby,” she praises, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair again, helping keep it out of his eyes. 

She can’t help closing her legs on him again as the pressure builds, and instead of scolding her for it he simply holds her knees together and pushes her legs up against her chest. He stands, still fucking her with his two fingers, and a trail of spit hangs from his lips down to her soaked pussy. 

“Hold 'em up,” he instructs her to wrap her hands around the backs of her knees to keep them up. “I want you to cum for me,” he says, rubbing the forefingers of his leg hand over her clit rapidly. 

Her legs start to shake, and a strange pressure builds in her stomach that she isn’t used to, like an orgasm but so, so much more. She sounds so wet, soaking up his fingers as he fucks into her faster. He rests a knee on the bed for better balance, she can feel his hard cock against her ass cheek and that does it for her. 

She cums with a shout of his name and a chain of obscenities, and he does the same. “Sweet fuck, princess, look at you, holy fuck,” he can’t believe what he’s seeing. She squirted all over his hand, the edge of his mattress and his boxers. 

She drops her legs, looking between them to see the mess she made. “Oh my god?” 

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he praises her, leaning in and cupping her face with his clean(ish) hand as he kisses her. She can taste herself on him, she hums as she sucks his tongue into her mouth and experiences it all. 

He pulls back and gets off the bed, leaving her there on the mattress, breathless and empty and craving more. He takes off his boxers and uses them to wipe down his hand and the inside of her thighs. “Did you know you could do that?” 

She nods, “not that much though.” 

“I can’t fucking wait to discover everything you can do, baby,” he smirks, reaching for the condom on the pillows and opening it with his teeth. “Get comfortable, princess.” 

He examines it carefully, making sure he puts it on the right way before he rolls it on. She watches as she scoots up towards the pillows, resting her head against them and laying there with her legs spread again. He crawls onto the bed again, kneeling between her legs with his cock standing there at attention. He rests his hands on her knees and drags his fingertips down towards her aching cunt once more, “you still want this?” 

“More than you know,” she’s practically drooling for him, she can’t wait to feel his cock deep inside of her. 

He can’t help but smile, shaking his head slightly with disbelief. He drops down on top of her, boxing her in against the mattress, she wraps her legs around him and cups his face in her hands, “I love you.” 

“I love you,” he repeats, staring deep into her soul. “Ready?” 

She nods, feeling him reach between them to grip his cock at the base and guide it into her. 

She sucks in a sharp breath and makes a sound she’s never heard herself make before as he slips in inch by inch, he’s a lot thicker than she anticipated but she takes him easily. “Oh my god?” They say at the same time, resting their foreheads together with deep breaths. 

“Can I move?” He whispers.

She nods, “yeah, yeah please?” She doesn’t mean to beg but she needs more. 

He kisses the side of her head and then her cheek, she tilts her head to the side to capture his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply as he starts to thrust. She runs one hand through his hair and the other down his back, gripping his skin, she moans against his mouth. 

He kisses the side of her mouth and then her jaw, he slips a hand behind her back to arch her forward as he kisses down her neck and towards her chest. His thrusts are slow and deep as he takes her right nipple into his mouth and sucks. 

She tugs on his hair, “fuck, Eddie.” 

He pops off her tit with a smile, “feel good, baby?” 

“I need more,” she admits, “can you go faster?” 

“Yeah?” He sits up on his knees, holding her hips with both hands for support as he fucks into her deeply, over and over. 

“Holy fuck,” her back arches and she reaches out to grip the sheets around her. 

She meets his thrusts, pushing her hips down every time he fucks into her, getting deeper each time. She can feel him knocking at her cervix, the angel is so perfect he grazes her g spot with each thrust, she could cum just like this. 

Lucky for her, he’s best friends with her clit now and couldn’t spend more than a few minutes away from her. He licks his forefingers on his right hand and brings them down to meet the sensitive bud, rubbing them counterclockwise just as fast as he was fucking into her. 

“So fuckin hot,” he praises, he feels like he’s in the middle of another good wet dream about her it’s so fucking perfect. She’s everything he’s ever wanted and then some, all here, unravelling just for him. “Gonna cum for me again, princess?” 

She nods, “yeah, fuck, oh my god?” She can’t believe how good it feels, her whole body tingles, and she can barely keep her eyes open she’s so cock drunk for him. 

She reaches out for his chest, wanting to touch him, missing how close he just was before this. She pulls him back down and wraps her legs around him and rolls them over so she’s on top. She straddles his hips, and he’s still inside of her, she hovers enough for him to fuck up into her just as fast, only they’re a lot closer now. 

She buries her face in his neck, kissing and sucking just below his ear, “oh, Eddie, oh my god, I love you,” she mumbles, over and over as he fucks up into her. 

He’s so close, he isn’t sure he’s going to be able to get her off again before he loses it all inside the condom. He reaches between their bodies to thumb over her clit, immediately making her legs quake. 

“Gonna cum, please? Please?” She begs, wrapping her arms under him and holding him close. “Cum with me?” 

That does it for him, he fucks up into her one last time as she drops all her weight on him, riding out her high and fucking him through his own. He wraps his arms around her, kissing her shoulder between moans and whispers of her name. “Oh, I love you, I love you so much, sweet girl.” 

She’s breathing heavily against his neck but he can feel her smile, “I love you more.” 

He runs his fingers over her back gently, and both of them just lay there with their eyes closed, staying in the moment as long as they could. He’s still inside of her too, she doesn’t move, he’s afraid if he does then he’ll get hard again because she’s so tight and she keeps flittering around him as she calms down. It’s heaven. 

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers against the side of her head before pressing a kiss to her temple. “How long do you want to lay her before we go home?” 

“Home?” She repeats as she sits up carefully, “you consider my place home already?” 

“You’re there, so yeah,” he admits. “I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms and I can’t do that yet, so…” 

“Yeah, let’s go home,” she agrees, leaning in for one more kiss. 

He holds her face in his hands, keeping her there as he breathes her in, loving every ounce of her so deeply he couldn’t even begin to express it with words. He hoped this kiss did it for him. 

She pulls back with a smile, “thank you.” 

“No, thank you,” he teases. 

She gets off him carefully, and he hisses as he slips out, sensitive and soft. She uses the bathroom first, leaving the door open so he could come in with the used condom tied in a not and wrap it in toilet paper before hiding it at the bottom of the garbage in there. Embarrassed as all hell for Wayne to come across any evidence that they were having sex in his trailer. 

She slips back into her dress, he slips into some track pants and a shirt, they get all wrapped up with their coats and she puts on her new gloves. She holds her stocking in her lap on the drive home and she still holds his hand over the centre console the whole ride too. They can’t stop smiling at each other, they don’t talk, he just has the radio on low, letting the music fill their silence. 

She doesn’t know what else to say other than that she loves him. She’s overflowing with love, it’s insane. 

Back in her bedroom, there are two presents left on her bed. 

“Oh my god,” she whispers, picking up the one with her name knowing exactly what they are. “How did she have time to do this?” 

“What?” 

“These are matching Christmas pyjamas for tomorrow morning,” she explains as she hands him the other present. 

He can’t believe it as he peels back the green wrapping paper to see that they were indeed the same pyjamas as the ones Y/N is holding in her hands. White shirts with red bottoms, covered in candy canes, they’re cute as hell. 

“You’re officially part of the family,” she swoons, overjoyed with everything. 

He tosses his PJs back onto the bed and pulls her into a hug, he cradles her head with his big hand and kisses her temple, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you,” she wraps her arms around his middle and holds him just as tight. 

They get undressed again, their pyjamas for the morning are placed on her dresser as the two of them climb into her bed together. She snuggled right up to his chest, just as naked as they were 10 minutes ago, they release a matching sigh as they settle in the dark room. 

He runs his hand over her back, and she traces shapes into his chest with her finger. They’re silent, content, and happy. Everything they’ve always wanted to be, simply together.

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Baking Playlists

for @roosterforme 's rocktober event!!

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x pilot!reader (callsign: cookie)

characters: jake seresin, reader, jake's parents and sister

warnings: language, slightly suggestive, domestic hangman, hangman acting like a man child

word count: ~1.9k

a/n: the song that inspired this is def leppard's pour some sugar on me, i took it in the very literal sense 😅

summary: it's jake's parents anniversary and you want to do something sweet for them, however jake is awful in the kitchen and is a huge distraction

Jake didn’t know what to expect when he invited you to come with him to his parents place while on his leave after the uranium mission. Maybe just you and his sisters hitting it off right away, and going shopping with his mom. Or rolling around in the grass with the herding dogs and the barn cats. Hell, maybe you would have made a friend with the deers that randomly showed up on the property.

But he didn’t expect this.

You and Jake had managed to take over his mother’s kitchen one afternoon while she was gone for a few hours with multiple errands and then come home really quick to change and to go out for her and his dad’s anniversary.

“Okay, what are your parent’s favorite cookies?” You asked Jake, looking around his mother’s kitchen. 

He blinked at you, “Oh um… I think Ma likes blueberry lemon cookies and Dad likes sugar cookies.” You nodded at him with a grin before moving around the kitchen and grabbing ingredients and finding the recipe for both cookies.

“Why-why do you ask?” Jake asked, leaning against the island as he watched you move. “We’re making cookies for your parents for their anniversary, Honey,” you said as you moved to go to the fridge.

Jake snatched your arm, “Sugar, you just met them. You don’t-” “I’m doing it and so are you,” you said,with an authority in your voice that made Jake want to stand at attention. 

“Sugar, you know I’m terrible at baking. I’m a wiz on the grill but you ask me to bake a cake and I’m lost.”

You arched a brow at him, “The directions are on the box Jake…” He fixed you with a look, “And you know how I feel about directions, Sugar.” 

Scoffing with a laugh, you shook your head, “Either way, doesn’t matter. My callsign is Cookie for a reason. I just need your help, you don’t have to touch the oven. Please baby?” 

Jake clenched his jaw and looked away from your puppy dog eyes, knowing he’d give in the moment he looked in them. “Pleeeaaaseee Jakey?” You tried again, gripping his shirt and pouting. But Jake wasn’t gonna give in, not without something in return.

“Okay, I’ll help-” “Yes!” “But-” Your face dropped, “No, no not the ‘but’.” He chuckled before pulling out his phone, “I get to pick the music.”

You huffed but nodded, “Fine.” He grinned triumphantly and pressed his lips to yours, “But you can’t get distracted, got it?” He chuckled, “Yes ma’am.”

For the two batches of blueberry lemon cookies, Jake had behaved and was actually helpful. He only pulled you into a few serenades and air guitar concerts when the song was a mutual favorite.

But as you started mixing the sugar cookies, one of Jake’s favorite songs came on.

As Shenendoah’s Two Dozen Roses faded out, Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me’s classic intro filled the kitchen.

Jake practically gasped and his eyes cut to you.

“No, Jake, I’m trying to make your dad's cookies. Don’t even think about it,” you scolded, not even having to turn to him to know he had a devious grin on his face.

Jake just rolled his eyes and leaned on the island, dramatically lip syncing to Joe Elliott. He was doing his best to get your attention and get you to abandon the dry ingredients in front of you.

You managed to ignore him as you scooped out the first two cups of flour.

But as it turns out, Jake is hellbent on getting your attention. 

So as you scooped out the last half cup of flour, he grabbed your hips to spin you around. “You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little / Tease a little more / Easy operator come a knockin' on my door~,” Jake sang as he spun you.

“Jake!” 

He stopped and looked at you, “What? What happened?” You huffed and dropped the now empty cup onto the granite countertop. With your arms bowed at your sides you looked down to survey the damage.

Your once black shirt was now covered in stark white flour. Your socks were no better and your legs were covered in flour as well. 

“Oh, shit,” Jake said, a huff of a laugh behind his words. But he swallowed it and covered it up with a cough as he looked at the mess he knew he made. “Sugar-” You held up a finger, “Not now Jacob Dallas. You had one job.” 

“I honestly didn’t think that would happen Darlin’, I swear.” 

You shook your head and took a breath, “Get the broom and the dust pan, clean it up. Please.” Jake sighed, “Yes ma’am.”

He sulked over to the pantry to retrieve the items and you turned back to the bowl.

Def Leppard was still singing as you looked in the bowl and Jake started sweeping.

“Pour some sugar on me! In the name of love!”

You smirked a little and looked from your bowl to your boyfriend, who was still mumbling along as he cleaned up the mess. 

With a perfect idea, you dipped your fingers into the bowl and grabbed a good amount of flour in them. 

Jake stood up straight after having bent over to pick up the dust pan, “Okay I got it.” You hummed and shook your head, “Missed a spot.” Jake’s brow furrowed and he looked down, “What, where?” You lazily pointed to the floor, “Right there.” “Where?” He looked up at you, confused, “Sugar I don’t-” “Right there,” you giggled as you looked at Jake’s face, which was now covered in flour. 

“Cookie, did you just?” You laughed harder as you nodded, “Sure did! That’s what you get, JD.”

Jake growled a little and wiped his face, “Was that necessary?” You shrugged innocently, turning back to your ingredients, “Maybe, maybe not.” 

He shook his head but laughed, “Okay truce?” You giggled lightly and nodded, “Yeah, truce.”

“Kiss on it?” 

“Not until you get the flour of your lips. Raw flour tastes disgusting.” 

Jake groaned but complied, tossing the contents of the dust pan away before going to the sink. 

He grabbed the sprayer hose and turned the faucet on, spraying any remaining flour off of his face. With a tea towel, he patted his face dry before looking at you. He looked back at the nozzle out of the corner of his eye, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Hey Sugar, look at me, I think you have something on your face.” You hummed and did as he said, “Oh do I? Whe- Jacob Dallas Seresin!” 

You let out a high pitched groan and glared at Jake, only to get more upset to find him gripping his sides as he laughed. 

Oh, if he wants to play that game you will gladly play that game.

Grabbing an egg you walked over and broke it on his chest.

Jake grunted a little at the impact before looking down and watching the shell fall to the floor. 

With his head still down, he looked up at you through his brow. Your stomach dropped and you knew you had unleashed the beast that is the ‘Hangman’. This was a competition now, and he was gonna do whatever it took to win. 

“Jake, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart, let’s talk about this. There’s no need to do anything rash,” you attempted feebly. But it was no use.

Jake was quick to grab the bowl of mixed wet ingredients and pour the contents on your head before you had the chance to run.

“At least it’s good for your hair,” he quipped off as he sat the bowl on your head. 

The cold mixture of egg mixed with vanilla extract dripped down your face as you took the bowl off your head. Sniffing a little, you sat it down before wiping away the liquid from your face and wiping your hand on Jake’s shirt.

“I will beat you like an egg, Hangman.”

Not too long after the food fight broke out, Deana and Levi, Jake’s mom and dad, came home.

Needless to say, Deana wasn’t prepared to see the disarray her kitchen was in.

Flour, eggs, and sugar coated the counters and the floor; it also happened to be covering her son and his girlfriend as they continued to throw handfuls of the powdery substance everywhere.

She wasn’t angry… okay maybe she was a little upset. But she could see the look on both of your faces as you laughed and made strong memories together in her kitchen and it filled her with joy… even if the kitchen looked like a warzone.

“Um, Jake, my darling son, what.. um.. what happened to my kitchen?” She asked, trying not to laugh at the mortified looks on your faces seeing her and Levi standing in the doorway.

“Oh, um.. Well you see… Y/N and I were-” Jake stopped seeing that both of his parents were nearly ready to explode with laughter and he relaxed. “We– Y/N was trying to make you cookies for your anniversary and I was helping. A song came on and I made her spill some flour and then one thing led to another and we ended up here.”

“Awe, Y/N honey, that's so thoughtful. Thank you.”

You nodded, smiling, “Of course. But um we unfortunately only got the blueberry lemon ones done… Sorry Mr Seresin, we can definitely still make you some in the morning, after we restock your ingredients.”

“Wait seriously? You’d do that?” 

“Levi Micheal,” Deana scolded, slapping him on the arm. “You can eat the blueberry lemon ones, do not make her wake up early to make you cookies.” 

“It’s really no problem, I don’t mind doing that.” 

Before Levi can speak, Deana covers his mouth, “Only if you want to do that. But don’t feel obligated.”

“We’re definitely restocking your ingredients though Ma, most of your flour is on the floor…” 

She smiled and carefully walked over to kiss his cheek, “Thank you, baby.” She kissed your cheek too, “Thank you too. Now at least I know why Jake calls you ‘Sugar’, cause you’re sweet.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s why he calls her that Mama,” Jake’s youngest sister, Lyla, commented as she walked through the cleaner side of the kitchen to grab a snack before going back to her room.

“Lyla Blake-” Jake muttered in a threatening tone. “Oh don’t get your flight suit in a knot, I’m only half-joking,” she smarted off, dodging Jake’s egg cover hand making a grab at her as she left.

Deana opened her mouth and looked between them, pointing back and forth. “You know what, I’m not gonna ask.” 

“Probably for the best DJ,” Levi chuckled, kissing her cheek before retreating upstairs.

She shook her head with a playful eye roll, “Okay, I know it’s late, but I need you both to clean this up and when you’re done, go hose off in the backyard. Got it?” 

You and Jake nodded dutifully, “Yes ma’am.” “Alright goodnight.” “Goodnight Ma.” “Goodnight Mrs Seresin.” 

She went upstairs and you and Jake looked at each other before surveying the catastrophe around you.

“You do know the song is about s-”

“Jacob Dallas-”

“Shutting up.”

hi, hello, thank you all for reading and making it to the end! i hope you enjoyed! and for this particular event i've got one more to do so be on the look out for that 😉

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YANDERE SHOTA AIZAWA HEADCANONS

1. This guy is possessive ASF and he will try restraining you since he's scared that you'll leave him and all that. Hell, he'd even go as far as to lock you up in a room or something to make sure you don't escape since he wants to be with you ALWAYS 

2. Well, on a scale from 1-10 this guy won't hurt you so much, so imma give him a 3/10. He's lazy to hurt you properly and doesn't want his darling kitten to be scared of him, but that doesn't mean you should let your guard down. if you try acting up and behaving like a brat, he'll just wrap you up in his scarves 

3. When it comes to hurting others, he'll need a good reason to kill or hurt them since...well, he IS a pro hero and he has a reputation and an image to uphold and maintain. But, he will be like an incarnation of Satan and Hitler COMBINED to people who won't back the FLIP away from you or try stealing you away from him 

4. After he gets to meet you, he won't kidnap you instantly since he needs his time to prepare everything for you from your favorite book series to some cuddly stuffed animals and all that. Not to mention a super comfy bedroom for you

5. This guy will certainly stalk you, no doubt about that, but he'll be secretive when it comes to it. You're a pro hero and so, he's gotta be aware of how he's gonna charm his way into you heart and your life. He's a very patient guy.

6. Do NOT try manipulating him at ALL since this guy is really clever and he will certainly see through your acts. His punishments for you trying to escape will include either locking you in your room for a whole day or emotionally manipulating you. He won't hit you and all that, so no worries 

7. He's like a dad. He's always soft when you're compliant. He doesn't care if you're the clingiest person in the world, in fact, he adores it. He wants you to come bother him and distract him from his work. And don't forget about his HIDEOUS fashion sense (Lol, Aoyama would go INSANE if he realizes Aizawa has no taste in clothes) So, sometimes when he goes shopping for buying you ugly sweaters with cats on them, you literally have to BEG him to buy you some decent clothes since the clothes he brought are just so.... ugly

8. He shows his affection with cuddles, makes you feel loved in his warm embrace, keeping you safe out of trouble. He likes giving you headpats since you're shorter than him and occasionally, out of habit, when the two of you are lounging on the couch or in bed, he will rub your hair like he would a cat

9. Overall, he isn't so bad. He might even consider buying you a pet cat or any animal you want for company since he understands that you'll be bored out of your skull when he's gone 

10. He also loves it when he just comes home and wraps you and him in his yellow sleeping bag thingy and you'll look like some sort of living yellow caterpillar but he doesn't give a DAMN about it. He just likes cuddling with you and he won't take No for an answer at ALL

''Oh, someone's been a bad naughty kitty cat. Looks like you need some punishment~''

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere aizawa headcanons #yandere shota aizawa oneshots #yandere aizawa scenarios #yandere aizawa imagines #yandere aizawa shota oneshots #yandere bnha characters x reader #yandere bnha characters

[fhrlclln]

Could you write like a fic with older!eddie and reader where it's before they started hooking up but its painfully obvious he wants her but she's just too naive to notice it. Like maybe one day she's outside wearing a bikini top and shorts and he just HAS to make an excuse to come over and talk to her dad. Other little encounters of them where is very obvious how he likes her and she does notice but in her mind she's like there is no way I'm just reading it wrong he's just nice that's it.

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

Y’ALL R NAUGHTY. i think, for me, both of them would actually unintentionally slut themselves out for each other. knowing how visibly aware they are that they are thirsting for both sides. but then again, they don’t know they both like each other. two horny pinning idiots <3

iTS GOTTA BE A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

suggestive themes under here

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after the first official meeting you had with mr. munson, everything seemed to spiral at that the next few days. it was summer in hawkins, the sun blazed the whole neighborhood. everybody was either shirtless, wearing minimal clothing, fanning their ass out at how hot it was. which it is for god’s sake. children’s laughter could be heard as you rounded out to get of your house to sit by the porch with your parents. they had invited your little cousins and other family members for a mini pool party, an inflatable pool was set in front of your house. the pool was fairly big, enough to fit at least 3 adults plus the screaming children. which is why you’re wearing this new bikini set you bought at the mall. your shorts covering your ass, wanting to indulge the pool later once the kids got tired. ready to feel the sun as your mother urged you to play with your cousins (that are actually fairly behaved) to which you complied.

not knowing a set of eyes were staring at you.

he was fucking boiling in the inside, he could see from his place, usual spot sitting on the steps of his porch. weed in hand and cold beer beside him, shirtless and sweating. fuck, did his crotch felt tighter than ever in his loose jog shorts. you were smiling, splashing the little kids for fun as your breasts jiggled at it, water glistening them.

god, he’s such a pervert. he cursed to himself, it was these days he favored seeing you from time to time. he’s had a handful of instances he remembers making excuses to see you, knowing your dad is such a big fan of him. offering your family meals to share, ringing on their doorstep with a homemade meal he cooked up knowing your mother had done the same to him, a kind gesture he needed to reciprocate. he’d see you in the living room, lounging, textbooks in hand, studying while you bit the butt of your pencil. he’s grown frequent to show up in the dining room as your dad urged him to taste the stash of fine whiskey than the usual cold beer. not knowing his intentions was just to see you.

it was this little secret he hold to himself, felt wrong at some points, but his morals were already starting to crack the moment you uttered his own name in such a soft manner. you’re a young lady, out of his league, way too out. what was he thinking? dumbass.

your eyes glided to the porch of your neighbor, your skin glistened as the kids were swimming away from you. you could see him there, shirtless as always. his hair was in a man-bun, manspreading, glasses resting on his bridge. hiding those chocolate brown eyes you adored. you could feel yourself tingle as you looked away before getting caught in the moment. pervert. you scolded yourself mentally.

“munson! come here, man. i’m grilling here. wanna introduce you to the whole family.” your dad yelled from the other side as your mother scolded him for being so loud. the rest were in laughter as mr. munson stood up from his place, sauntering towards the rest of you. your heart thumps as you minded yourself, little conscious knowing you’re wearing a bikini top.

“whacchu grilling, old man?” he teased your dad, momentarily glancing at you as you greeted him with a smile. eyes glancing down to his chest and that happy trail you swore you almost kneeled in-front of him.

“mr. munson.” you spoke, eyes caught his underneath the glasses when they moved to check you out, making your heart thump louder. a glint behind them as you sweetly tried to conceal the fact you’d jump on him on any moment. got to keep it pg.

“y/n.” he greeted back, catching your gaze for a moment as your dad called for him again, breaking the moment as the smell of the grill filled your nostrils. you tried your best not to turn around to check him, ignoring the conversations as your little cousins begged you to get in the pool already. cursing to yourself how you imagined he’d be checking you out for a moment. so clueless you are as you bit your lip, wanting more than ever than to talk to him with simple greetings and greedy glances.

oh, but all will change soon than you expected.

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡ #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

[hereforsterekcontent]

Imagine this sign at the entrance to the preserve lmao

There are so many options as to who would put it there...

...maybe Laura (in an alive hale family scenario) because she REALLY doesn’t need to see her teenage brother and his little boyfriend awkwardly exchange handjobs ever, and that means EVER, again. God this is worse than when she walked in on him masturbaring years ago and she still hasn't completely recovered from that. Although "nice panties, Stilinski!" she can't help tease, pointing at his batman boxers. "Laura!" Derek screeches , frantically trying to get the zipper of his jeans up while simultaneously trying (and failing) to shield Stiles from his sisters looks. "Thanks Laur!" the idiot himself laughs. "STILES!" Derek looks scandalised and okay maybe embarrassing him is worth the nightmarish images she will now have to live with a little bit. She always liked the Sheriffs kid. What she can't, however, live with, is catching her uncle in a quite similar, if not slighlty more compromising situation with..."Oh my god is that Allison Argents DAD?? Uncle Peter what is wrong with you, he's married! YOU are married!" She puts the sign up right after that incident (and after snitching on uncle Peter to her mom). Enough's enough. Unfortunately some of her younger siblings inevitably stumble upon the sign and after asking their parents what "fuck" meant at the dinner table, with the Sheriff present mind you, Misses Hale makes her take it down immediately, scalding her especially strictly, considering the towns Sheriff (and their very likely future in-law) is present. If Laura tells them about her initial reason (stumbling upon Derek and Stiles) to get them off of her case and distract them, it's not her proudest moment, but well you gotta do what you gotta do and seeing her brothers eyes widen with fear is admittedly a nice bonus.

...Maybe Derek after he had to stumble upon yet an other pair of teenagers making out there when he justed wanted to to go for a nice little evening run. Stiles would obviously find it hilarious at first but also most definitely take it as a challenge. At one point they'd probably be patrolling the borders of the preserve after a particularly viscous fight with a coven of witches or something equally fucked and Stiles would jokingly initiate some making out wich would probably turn into either him blowing Derek or Derek fucking him against the sign. Either way Derek would somehow manage to leave clawmarks on it which, again, Stiles would be absolutely delighted over. The betas would probably shake their heads at him because he had forbidden them all from getting it on in the woods near his house since "just because we are part wolf doesn't mean we have to behave like wild animals, Erica " so what happened to practicing what you preach, boss? He'd be embarrassed but probably stand by it though, he's stubborn like that. If Derek wants to go to what is basically his back gardens and plow his mate into a tree or make out like teenagers with him in the flower field behind the old shed then he by all means will do so, it's his land . Also...he's the alpha goddammit >:(

...it admittedly does seem most like a Stiles thing to do though. Like he's not a werewolf, he can't hear or smell it (thank god for that one) from yards away if there's s someone doing the nasty behind a tree. No, poor, unsuspecting Stiles would have to inevitably stumble into what's going on resulting in him letting out a screech that would have Derek drop everything at the grocery store a town over and run to his mates aid. Because "Scotty, my pal, my brother, there is only so much our friendship can take. And having to see your bare ass in broad daylight is NOT one of them! Ugh hell no Allison, please tell me thats not-Oh hey babe, what are you doing here, I thought you went to get me icecr- woah what's going on with the fangs and the eyes did something happen??"

Anyways after one time to many he would eventually stalk towards the most popular make out spot, the sign in hand and hammer it into the ground without further explanation. It does speak for itself he reckons. Derek and the others would probably follow him and watch all amued. That is until Isaac jokingly says that no-ones going to listen to Stiles' sign anyways and Dereks eyebrows shoot up immediately communicating that his mates little sign will be taken seriously or else.... Also he's pretty sure Stiles is willing to make an exception for him....

#sterek #hale family #the hale pack #laura hale #hale family feels #petopher #disaster hales #sterek mates #my stuff

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 14. Icy Roads

Pairing: Gruber x Fem!OC

POV: First, OC

Setting: Small village in the English countryside

A/N: I had so much fun writing with an OC for Snape so I thought I’d do another OC, with Hans this time 🥰 Now, I’ll say it right at the beginning here that this will be CONTINUED - tomorrow already actually since the prompts work well for what I have in mind 😂 This is just a meet-cute with instant attraction and I hope you’ll enjoy it, tomorrows prompt will probably be a lot “deeper” but today they meet for the first time and it’s adorable if a tiny bit sad, and there’s a bit of action too. I mean, it’s Hans so there’s gotta be something to set it all off 🙈

And there’s a German word in this fic - if you don’t know it please resist the urge to google it! I promise, it’ll be worth holding out until tomorrow for it as the OC has no idea what it means either and I have a plan for the word! 😂👏

Tags/TW’s: Meet-Cute, Instant Attraction, Near-Car Accident, Mentions Negative Family Relations, Questioning Self-Worth, Taught Negative Behaviour.

Word Count: 2.2k+

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I had bought all the gifts, the food, and the wrapping paper needed. The only thing left was the string I’d forgotten yesterday in the shopping chaos. “I thought I was doing good time-wise, why does every nitwit have to be out at the same bloody time as me?” I sighed, my breath turning to fog, and hurried along, heading for the little gift shop with nick-knacks and trinkets. It was the closest one, so even if it were a bit over-priced that’s where I was headed.

The wind was biting my cheeks, tugging on my long coat and scarf. I much rather would have been home, but of course, nobody else was willing to head out in the freezing cold. “I can’t be arsed,” I grumbled, imitating my sister’s words and pitchy voice from when I’d asked her to go instead of me since I was out nearly all day yesterday. Why she gotta be such a prat? And dad’s no better, always faffing around and bending backwards for his little princess… WHAT ABOUT ME?!

My feet thudded against the slippery sidewalk, frozen mounds of snow and previous slush separating me from the road with little to no traffic - a good thing given the blasted weather. I wiped at my eyes, my knitted gloves (that I’d made as a Christmas gift for myself last year since nobody could ever be bothered to get me anything) rubbing away the snow stuck in my lashes. “I can barely see where I’m putting my feet… This is bonkers,” I sighed and tugged the scarf a little tighter around my neck.

I made it to the little store, got the blasted string, and headed back out into the crazy weather that had somehow managed to pick up its pace in terms of both wind and snowfall. “Bloody brilliant, just wonderful. I’ll be soaked and frozen before I get home.”

With the new snow landing atop the frozen roads, they soon turned slippery, treacherous even. I walked with more care, making an effort to not land on my arse because of some damn string for some stupid gifts.

But, no matter how careful one is, you can’t make up for the way others behave. So, when I wipe my eyes for the millionth time I missed the man walking towards me in a hurry and all it took was a bumping of my shoulder and I was off balance.

“Hey! Watch—” My sentence got cut off as I stumbled against the snow mound. Tripping over it, wobbling about like some deer on ice I stumble out on the road, just barely remaining upright. With my arms out like some bloody scarecrow, I managed to catch my breath and find my balance anew.

I glare after the man whose back disappears into the snowy weather just a few feet away. “Brilliant, what a charming bloke,” I grumbled as I tried to make my way off the slippery road affording my boots no grip whatsoever.

“Are you alright?” a man asked over the wind, his accent quite strange. “What?” “Are you alright?” he asked anew as I peered towards the sidewalk, not really able to make out any of his features but a beard and broad shoulders through the swirling snow. “Fine, people can be so bloody charming!” I called back with a tad too much annoyance in my voice. “And I thought Christmas was the time of kindness and care,” I continued with a huff and the man laughed with a chuckle. The wind distorted it but it sounded quite deep and beautiful.

I took a step forward, gliding half a step further on the ice. This is ridiculous! “Watch out!” the man suddenly shouted and I had just enough time to turn my head to see the oncoming headlights lighting up the falling snow being tossed about by the wind.

My feet found no traction. I tried to get out of the way but I was walking in the same spot as dread filled my stomach. I’m gonna die because of string! “MOVE!” the man screamed as the car began to honk, the driver slamming on the brakes, making the car skid and slide on the road. I closed my eyes on instinct and lost my breath at the impact, throwing me backwards, making me slide along the road until my head hit the snow mound on the other side.

It hurt way less than I would have thought to be hit by a car, I felt almost fine. Perhaps my spine is broken and I can’t feel a thing?

“Are you alright?” That accented voice asked but it was far closer this time. “Miss? Are you hurt?” the man continued and I blinked my eyes open only to see a man’s face hovering right above mine. “Huh?” “Are you hurt?” he asked with more force and the depth of his voice seemed to send a chill down my spine. The icy blue eyes and thick beard, the rather large but somehow regal nose appeared perfectly suited to his face. I didn’t get hit by the car?

“I’m-, I’m fine. Did you-, did you knock me out of the way? Are you daft?! You could have been hit!” “You would have been, if I hadn’t done that, schnuki,” the man said, the last word spoken in thick German — which explained the accent but not my body warming each time he spoke. Or the way he seemed to actually see me, not just watch me but his eyes… they saw me. “Now, let’s get you up,” he continued and somehow managed to rise up and off me quite elegantly; his long black coat dusted with snow.

He reached out his leather glove covered hand and after a moment of me ogling the man without realising what I was doing I grabbed it and he pulled me up. “Ahh-, bloody hell,” I hissed as my back protested for a bit and snow slid inside my coat, chilling my skin and making me shiver. “Hurt?” “No, no, just-, snow, in my coat,” I said and shivered before brushing off my arms from the white stuff.

I shrugged my entire body to shake myself loose while ha brushed off the arms of his own coat. “Oh, here, let me help.” I reached up and began brushing off the shoulders of his coat and down the front before I noticed what the bloody hell I was doing. My cheeks began to burn as I halted my motion, almost not daring to look up at him, towering a head above me. “I-, umh, I-, sorry,” I stammered out but he merely looked at me.

“We should get off the road. Wouldn’t want another car to come, schnuki,” he said after a moment. I blinked away the snow from my lashes and nodded, unable to get my usually blabbering mouth to function apparently. He was just so different. I couldn’t help but ogle the man a few seconds too long before turning and clumsily climbing over the snow mound on the opposite side of the road to where I had been.

When I looked over my shoulder he simply walked up and over it, as if it were no hindrance to him or the polished Oxford boots he wore. He dressed splendidly, each piece of clothing exuding wealth and quality — unlike my tattered favourite coat and the homemade scarf and mittens I wore. Well, he’s older too so he’s probably had time to get to where he is. I’ll get myself some fancy coat and good shoes eventually too, hopefully, if things work out. Not that I’ll ever leave this godforsaken village. Dad would starve or not have any clean clothes to wear — I don’t even know which he’d hate more. The house would collapse and who would sis blame everything wrong with her life on if I wasn’t there?

“Thoughtful?” the man asked and I shook my head, realising I’d been damn near staring at him while my mind ran rampant. “You appear to think of something, less happy? No?” he asked and I couldn’t help but adore the accent, the way he spoke so differently but with some form of quality, nobody around my little home town spoke like that. Nonetheless, it didn’t help my burning cheeks that he’d caught onto my gloom.

“So, eh, thanks for pushing me-, umh, saving me,” I managed to say in some kind of nearly coherent manner. What is wrong with me? He’s just a man, a pleasant and handsome and cultivated and obviously wealthy one, but still. Ugh, why can’t I talk with him like with any other of the nitwits around here? They don’t call me Blabber Missy for no reason. And look, my mind obviously works just fine, blabbering on. “A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be out in this weather, alone no less.” “Well, dad couldn’t be bothered with string for the gifts and sis just couldn’t be bothered at all. So, yeah, and it was my fault anyway, I was out yesterday but forgot the string. I got everything else, but they didn’t have my favourite caramels left either. So, I guess, apart from the one thing I was gonna get for myself and the string I got everything.”

“Then again, I guess I could have-, oh, sorry, I’m blabbering,” I laughed nervously while avoiding his gaze, moving some snow with the toe of my shoe. But the man chuckled warmly, nearly playfully. “She speaks,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Well, yeah, I talk a lot, sorry, I know it’s annoying.” “Ah, don’t say that, schnuki. You have a sweet voice,” he said and my eyes flew up to his.

“Something the matter?” “Ah, umh, no, just-, just been a while since someone didn’t find me annoying,” I said with a shrug, not really wanting to show him just how long it had been since I hadn’t been shushed, had someone roll their eyes at me, or even been straight up told to ‘shut it, blabber missy’. “But it’s fine, I know I talk a lot, if there’s someone who-, ah, no, never mind. I’ll be going then.” “May I have your name at least? Or is that not something you exchange in England?” “Oh god, I’m sorry, excuse me,” I gasped out while reaching my hand out with haste. “Anna-Louisa Humphrey, but everyone just calls me Lulu.” “Why would anyone shorten such a pretty name to Lulu?” he asked, almost offended by my nickname it seemed. “I suppose they got tired of having to say the entirety of it so often when telling me to be quiet once every third minute when I was little. Lulu is faster to say, easier to say when you’re in a hurry too.” I shrugged, having given up on getting rid of the nickname a long time ago and now not really being bothered by it anymore.

The man took a slightly deeper breath, nearly sighing as he reached his hand out and grasped mine firmly but not too harshly. “Hans Gruber,” he said and the name made perfect sense for him. “It suits you, Mr Gruber.” “You may call me Hans, schnuki. If you so please,” he said with a slight smile framed by that thick beard of his. He was stupidly handsome when he smiled, and silly-handsome when he didn’t. I couldn’t decide which I liked more but my body seemed to go silly over both. At least I wasn’t cold anymore. “Hans, then,” I said and we shook hands. It felt a little strange to get tingly over it now that I knew he had tackled me out of the way and the slight ache in my ribs was from the impact of his body.

“I best be going, it’s getting quite late. Umh, but, thank you again and-, and I’m sorry for being a nuisance and all. I didn’t mean for you to have to get snow all over you to save me. I hope your coat won’t get stains from the road salt,” I rambled out in a rush, feeling like the biggest annoyance to the man ever even if he had not indicated that he felt like that in any way, but they all do. I am a nuisance, an annoying blabbermouth that nobody ever listens to anyway but— “Anna-Louisa,” he said with a slightly harsher voice, interrupting my thoughts, “why would my coat matter more than getting you out of the way of that car?” “It looks like an expensive coat, valuable.” “And you’re not?”

That made me chuckle nervously while getting my hair out of my face, the snowfall turning it wetter by the minute. But he arched a brow at me, as if he demanded me to answer his question. “I best be going,” I simply said as I began to back away, feeling the most horrible ache in my chest while he started to open his mouth, but I continued talking before he had a chance. “It’s late, and you’re getting soggy from the snow, but thank you again, and merry Christmas, Hans,” I said with as wide a smile as I could offer before abruptly turning and bolting away from him — zeroing in my focus on not slipping or falling on my arse while my boots slipped along the sidewalk covered with snow-dusted ice.

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A/N: Are we excited to see where this may go? 👀🙈 And don't worry, for all you waiting on the continuation of prompt 8. To Be Alone that's also a Gruber fic, IT'S COMINg, I sjtu needed to make it fit with the prompts and I'm nearly done with it 🥰

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

Bumping into each other at Coney Island (maybe the first time Midge meets Kitty?)

Coney Island is beautiful in May, and Midge takes advantage of the nice weather to sneak the kids out for a day, just the three of them.

No Joel. No grandparents.

And the kids are so well-behaved. She gets them treats, and they just wander around, playing games, watching the world happen around them. Esther waves to one of the mermaids, and Midge laughs, kissing her cheek.

"Mama, do we have to go on the Wonder Wheel this time?" Ethan whines. "I don't want to."

"No, we do not," Midge tells him, taking his hand with the one that isn't helping to balance Esther on her hip. "They got a beanbag game, you wanna play a beanbag game?"

The little boy nods, smiling wide and Midge lets him drag her along, standing behind her son while he plays, putting down money to pay for the turns.

Next to Ethan is a little blonde girl, her nose a little red from being in the sun, her big green-brown eyes squinting as she throws a beanbag, trying to get it into the hole.

She manages it and jumps up and down, turning around. "Daddy, did you see?!"

A familiar voice responds. "Yes I did! Way to aim, Kit!"

When Midge turns her head, there's Lenny, wearing dusty jeans and a plain t-shirt, hair nowhere near as styled as she's used to seeing it, squinting in the sunshine, smiling proudly.

At the little girl who is likely his daughter.

And Midge feels deeply like she's intruding. They're back to being just friends, and that's been...fine. It's not what she really wants and she suspects it isn't what he wants either, but for the past few months it works. Sort of.

Aside from all of the rushed kissing and that one time they had sex in the bathroom at Troubadour after her set.

But sure, friends.

When Midge looks back, Ethan has thrown two beanbags into the hole.

"Way to go, Baby!" Midge crows, bouncing Esther on her hip. "You see your big brother? He's doing great!"

Esther joins in. "Yay, Eefan!"

It's Lenny's turn to notice, she knows. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see his head turn quickly.

"How'd we raise a couple athletes?" he quips, grinning at her sheepishly.

"Oh, this is all his father," Midge responds. "Joel is going to be so happy that once Ethan gets older he can sign him up for baseball." She smiles at him. "Hi."

"Hello," he grins back. "Nice day for a trip to Coney Island, huh?"

Midge shrugs. "It must be."

The little girl next to Lenny tugs on his hand gently, and he looks down at her, his attention completely drawn away from Midge.

"Daddy, who's she?" the little girl asks.

"Oh, this," Lenny responds, lifting the little girl into his arms. "Is my friend Midge. And her kids. Midge, this is Kitty."

Midge beams. "Hi, Kitty. This future all-star is Ethan, and this one is Esther," she tells them, bouncing her daughter again.

Kitty waves. "Hi."

"Hi," Ethan chirps. "Mama, can I get a snoopy for my price?"

"You get whatever you want, you won," she assures him.

Kitty lights up. "I wanna snoopy too!"

Lenny chuckles. "Then you go right ahead."

After that they just sort of...fall in step with each other. Ethan and Kitty walk ahead of them through the park, holding their snoopies and chattering with each other, while Midge still carries Esther and walks with Lenny.

"She's sweet," Midge smiles.

"Yeah, who knows where she got it from," Lenny jokes. "She's here for the summer, actually. School let out, so..."

"That's great," Midge tells him. "And she's already made a friend. Maybe we can set up a playdate for them." She stops, pursing her lips. "Unless that's too much."

"Nah, it sounds good," Lenny assures her. "I gotta get used to the whole domesticated dad thing, right? Be a responsible parent who doesn't jus feed his daughter licorice for dinner."

Midge wrinkles her nose.

"What, you don't like licorice?" Lenny asks, playfully affronted. "No wonder we never dated."

"Is that why?" Midge ponders. "Good to know."

He hesitates for a moment. "Actually we didn't date because I am truly a coward, and I was afraid of letting you too far into my life."

Midge frowns as she watches the kids closely, moving swifter to catch up with them. "Why?"

He shrugs. "Because- because what if you got a good look and decided...with the arrests and the other...things...that it wasn't...that I wasn't..."

Midge is about to respond, when her mom alarm goes off. "Hold this," she says hurriedly, dumping Esther into Lenny's arms and dashing after Ethan and Kitty. "Ethan! Do not punch that clown!"

Lenny sighs softly and looks at the little girl in his arms. "I think your mother might have superpowers, sweetheart."

The little girl just slumps against him and sighs.

*****

They all get hot dogs for dinner, after convincing Ethan not to punch any more clowns. They sit at a picnic table as Midge tucks napkins into the collars of all three children.

"Ethan, why did you try to punch a clown?" Lenny asks, genuinely curious.

"Pop says they're monsters," Ethan replies earnestly.

Lenny blinks and turns back to Midge. "Your ex is afraid of clowns."

"Deeply."

"If we ever do actually manage to date, I'll have to remember that," he chuckles.

"Wanna?" Midge asks, grinning at him, lifting a challenging eyebrow.

Lenny regards her seriously for a moment as Kitty accidentally dribbles mustard on his pants. "Thanks, Kit," he chuckles, reaching for a napkin to wipe it off.

She giggles. "Sorry, Daddy."

"It's fine," he assures her.

"Kitty, you really like your dad, huh?" Midge asks.

The girl lights up and wraps her arms around one of Lenny's arms. "He's the best!"

Midge smiles slowly. "I'm starting to think so, too."

Lenny gazes back at her, with that almost-sad look like someone's just squeezed his heart a little too tightly. "If I take you to dinner some night, you got a babysitter I can use?"

"Several," Midge tells him.

He nods. "Good. Good."

Midge smiles slowly, and without look at her son, says "Ethan get the hot dog out of your nose."

"Sorry, Mama."

"Sure you are."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #and the kids

[the-whumpening]

My Own Worst Enemy, Part 2 [Son of Bat]

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This part is a little shorter. I tried to make the specifics of the medical stuff as accurate as I could, but I definitely could've made mistakes so . . . we'll call it "suspension of disbelief" lol

CW: abusive parents, medical content, hospital setting

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The weeks that followed were a living hell.

James’ condition, as the doctor described it, was “unpredictable.” While they could set the bones and sew up the cuts, his body would have to set the pace for everything else. There was no telling whether or not his internal bleeding would heal on its own, how long he would have to be sedated, or how his brain would be affected.

-

(“I don’t know why you have to be so difficult all the time!”

I’m not! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself, do you?”

Stop it!

“This is why you don’t have any friends.”

Shut up! Shutupshutupshutup!

“I have never met such an ungrateful, disrespectful child!”

What do I have to be grateful for?! To come home and be screamed at every day?

“Fine, I guess I’m just the worst parent in the world. I only clothed you and fed you and put a roof over your head—you’re both just better off without me!”

Mom!)

“Hi, sweetie. I don’t know if you can hear me . . . ” (Huh?) “I love you so, so much. You don’t deserve any of this. Please, wake up soon . . .”

(What is this? What’s going on?)

Debby rarely left his side; she couldn’t bear the thought of him being alone, especially if he awoke with no one around. Not that the others were much different—all three fought to stay with him as long as possible. They tried to take care of one another, made sure they all slept and ate and had time away from the dim hospital room, but it was difficult when all they could think about was James.

-

(“You’re killing your mother with this stupid acting out; why can’t you just behave like [----]?!”

Wait, who?

“Don’t get smart with me! If I was half this disrespectful to my parents, they’d have thrown me out to pick my own switch to beat me with!”

Dad? Where am I?)

Vince spoke little, withdrawing into himself. There were days he couldn’t even sit beside James, posting guard in the corner instead. The nurses encouraged him to engage with James—any stimulation was good for his brain, even if he can’t process it right now—so he took to reading aloud. It wasn’t talking, not exactly, but the sound of Vince’s voice seemed to have a positive effect on him either way. He started with bits and pieces from biographies and nature magazines he had saved to read on the work trip with Cass, then some of James’ books brought in from his room. One night, when he was the only one around, he brought a thin chapter book he’d read to James as a small child. He read it over and over again during those two long weeks.

“After James Henry Trotter had been living with his aunts for three whole years, there came a morning when something rather peculiar happened to him.”

(This can’t be right . . . Vince read me this story. When was it? Last night?

“What are you doing up?”

Can I sleep in your room tonight?

“I dunno . . . ”

Please! It’s too dark in there!)

“And trembling, James stood alone out in the open, wondering what to do. The night was all around him now, and high overhead a wild white moon was riding in the sky. There was not a sound, not a movement anywhere.”

(“Well . . . Okay. Come on, I’ll read you a story and maybe you’ll feel a little better.”

J-A-M-E-S . . . It’s got my name!

“Yeah, and he’s a smart kid, too. Just like you. But listen, we gotta be quiet, okay? Mom will be mad if she hears us.”

Okay, got it.

“Why are you two still awake? I told you to go to bed an hour ago!” But—! “James! Quit being a baby and go back to your room. You are too old to be scared of the dark and whining over a nightlight.”)

-

(“As long as you live under my roof, you obey my rules!”

I’m not cutting my hair.

“Did I phrase that as a question?”)

There was an unspoken agreement among the group to respect James’ privacy as much as possible; of the four, Molly had been the only one to ever see him nude on purpose, after all. Although James wasn’t prudish per se, they knew he would’ve been embarrassed if his brothers had seen him be cleaned of his own filth, among other things. So Debby and Molly took the lead on caring for him, delegating less invasive tasks to the boys. Even Debby looked away when the nurses helped Molly clean his lower half.

(Get off of me! Let go!)

-

“Leave a light on for him. I know his eyes are closed, but . . . I think it makes him calmer.”

“It’s okay, J. You’ll be okay.”

“L . . . Love you, bro.”

Who . . . ? I know you. I know all these voices. But why . . . why are they so kind?

“We miss you.”

-

It took over two weeks for James' brain to recover from the swelling. Thankfully, the majority of his physical injuries had also been addressed in that time as well; he'd been in and out of surgeries to reset his fractured bones, which had also stopped swelling long enough to treat. His bleeding seemed to have quelled, and many of the lacerations were looking better.

As the doctor administered the medication into his IV, James was brought out of his deep sleep.

#whump writing #whump #tw injury #injury whump #sickfic #hurt/comfort #son of bat #tw hospital #coma whump #medical tw #do you recognize the book vince is reading? #the redacted bit is vince's deadname #which will remain redacted #whumpblr #rublewriting

[bravevolunteer]

@chaosmultiverse asked: 🎀: for my muse to help your muse wrap gifts— Elizabeth was not built for gift wrapping 😭 lol // festive scenarios

THEY MIGHT JUST be the worst duo to make an attempt at gift-wrapping together. Michael sure as hell isn't any good at it— he can do a lot with a pencil and notebook, but his drawing skills evidently do not translate to to the physical task of making wrapping look neat and put-together. He enlisted Elizabeth for help because he thought she might have more of a knack for it than he does, and Evan is too young, but it turns out she's just as bad ( if not worse ) at the job. Michael may not be the most responsible, or well-behaved, but he IS the oldest after all, so he was the one entrusted with the task of scraping up the cash and getting small gifts for their parents. He has no idea how well he did at that either, suspects that the contents won't matter so much as the gesture for his mom... and has no clue how his dad will react. Point is: he knows he isn't good at doing things right. This time he wants to.

"No— Liz, you can't just put tape all over the outside like that!" He snatches the roll from her before they run out, a mess of it attaching the way-too-large, unbelievably crinkled piece of wrapping paper to the present. "Does- uh... Santa wrap his presents like that? You gotta... use smaller pieces, I think, and fold it some specific way..." Yeah, Michael is just as stumped, the cogs in his brain very slowly turning as he tries to fold in the edges of the piece he cut. Sized better, but the edges are anything but straight, and no matter what way he tries, there's still edges of the gift left exposed.

"This is a stupid rule," He declares, ignoring the fact that Liz has already gone back to attempting to wrap the one he gave her. "Why do people care how it looks when it's just gonna get ripped apart anyway?"

#i give you BABIES #and michael being a decent big brother... still the way that he is but FSDJHFDSK #⁂ ･ﾟ: and through it all the rise and fall the bodies in the streets ➛ in character #chaosmultiverse #⁂ ･ﾟ: i feel more free than i have in years‚ six feet in the ground ➛ answered

[cagedchoices]

In between headaches I've been thinking a little about aspects of Caleb's personality I haven't explored as much as others and one of the things I've been thinking of is how he doesn't really come across as someone who has a glaring problem with authority.

I headcanon Caleb wasn't a super in-your-face type about challenging authority. He was probably more passive most of the time in that he would just ignore people who tried to boss him around, especially if it was on the basis of something like "well I'm older than you so you have to listen to me."

He was usually well-behaved for his mom and didn't push boundaries or anything because he didn't feel like he needed to, but if his foster parents ever told him not to do something, Caleb would kinda just…do it anyway? If he got grounded or they told him he wasn't allowed to go somewhere, he'd just go anyway. Sometimes he'd have to sneak around because yeah okay maybe he didn't wanna deal with the lecture, but most of the time he'd just go and not care about whatever the consequences to himself were afterward.

Caleb also wasn't really born a fighter, he had to learn how to be one when he became a soldier. Joining the army also meant that he had to learn how to follow orders and defer to the judgment of his commanding officers in a way he'd probably never really experienced before. I can imagine him either witnessing another soldier be descended upon by a drill sergeant and thoroughly chewed out for not doing what they were supposed to be doing or making a mistake that could easily cost the entire squad their lives in a real-world scenario and just resolving to not be that guy. But I can also just as easily imagine Caleb being the one who gets his balls busted by doing something stupid and risky because he's only like 19 or 20 at that point and has never needed to really actually listen to anyone before and this is his motivation to actually start obeying someone else not on his terms.

By the time Caleb leaves the military, his need for independence has mellowed out to the point that he often defers to Francis's opinions and worldviews before considering anything else. He can still think for himself and make his own decisions, but he's okay with Francis being in the leadership role.

I like to think that later on in life when he feels like he has to be a responsible adult and set a good example for all the kids he knows, the 'kid who only listens when they think it's worth it to listen' thing comes back to bite him.

Anne @/paddyfuck - his niece - is well known for being mischievous and pretty much always finding trouble, from heisting desserts to sneaking out after being told she can't go somewhere alone. Frankie in her teen years is bound to become more rebellious, even towards dear old mom and dad. Hunter and Wren, Caleb and Lulu @/prettydead's future kids who have not yet made an appearance on this blog but will at some point, are probably gonna be the least defiant, but they still gotta have their moments too.

#headcanons.

[vole-mon-amour]

7x17.

I love how Spencer doesn't give a single fuck about people and the way they see him. The way he sat at the trial after Emily returned. Now this. You you, wonderful boy.

"This is your final lesson, Julie. Do not mess with the teacher." Oh, this one was fun! The kid that played a sixteen year old didn't look like one, of course, but an interesting story overall. The teacher was so delusional. Medieval times and marrying at 12 years old. Sure, Jan.

I gotta give it to the actor, though. He's so awkward with her. The dynamic portrayed here is exactly how it should be portrayed. The actress is good, too.

I love it when the cases they show get me actually invested. Definitely much more interesting than Kevin/Penelope/Derek drama. (yikes)

That's very hot of Aaron.

So what you're saying is that JJ should've been a lesbian and live with Emily. God it.

Family, family, family. I want to see them hanging out together. I mean, really, Dave, Spencer, and JJ? It's like a dad with his kid and his friend, which, ultimately, means dad with his kids.

They're hilarious but also so sweet. Sometimes they give off totally platonic best friends vibes, just like this. They're so comfortable with each other.

I was about to say that maybe that's their difference & that's why they are platonic and maybe should go separate ways. I don't see Penelope becoming a full time mom. A fun aunt, maybe.

However, what if Derek was that person that could change her understanding of marriage? I mean, let's say he could've proposed (they're such an interesting couple that she could've beaten him to it with "I would never, ever want to marry, but it's different with you.") They're soulmates & let's say they'd marry & nothing would've changed. And she suddenly realizes that "Wow, that's how it should be."

Because I don't see Derek proposing to her the same way Kevin does: out of nowhere. Derek would make sure they are on the same page about this. He wouldn't want to freak Penelope out. He would never push her into something she doesn't want. I can imagine a situation where he proposes to her, she's not ready, and he goes, "Baby, it's okay. We don't have to marry if you're not ready." But at the same time he knows her so well that I think he'd see the right moment to do it?

Him wanting a kid is a different thing, but I can imagine him living without it (maybe getting a pet with Penelope or spending more time with Jack and Henry). Or maybe Penelope realizing that maybe it's not such a bad idea & then the idea of being a mother growing on her. Though I am, too, child-free & I understand that if your mind is settled on something, no matter how much you love a person, you should stay true to yourself. And I'm not sure exactly whether Penelope is more scared to end up alone or she genuinely doesn't want to be a mom. She was pretty warm toward Henry so maybe she actually would become a mom if she felt that kind of stability with Derek & was sure of it. Idk, many thoughts about that.

Either way, I can imagine them working out as a romantic couple (since they are often behave like one).

I mean, c'mon. This might as well be a conversation from Grey's Anatomy of two dating people.

Yeah. I think Derek would've understood that before proposing to her. Kevin's role in this show is very unclear. He pops up so rarely, there was a period in the show where he was completely absent. Now they kind of brought him back & he proposed? Meh.

I'm very curious about what he did that the fandom hates him.

Jerk move, especially since it shows that he doesn't love her & just wants to get married, no matter to whom. Still not worth hating though. He's whatever. Next, please. Or back to Derek, I'm not that picky.

At the same time, though, I think the entire Kevin plot line shouldn't have existed. It wouldn't change anything, but less money to spend on the cast, just like the channel wanted to.

#aaron hotchner #spencer reid #cm #natiswatching #jemily #david rossi #jennifer jareau #morcia

[dragon-business]

Daigo’s kidnapping story – new and improved (part 2)

part 1

Ryuji will manage to fracture a bone in his leg in the last stretch of the journey – in the fight with the assassins. And of course he's going to valiantly hide it, like a dumbass.

So when Ryuji and Daigo finally managed to finally get to Ryuji's guys (his personal guys, who can be trusted and/or were confirmed to be safe) and have to deal with that family with the grudge before they make a huge ruckus and set Ryuji up, and fuck Omi over, before all that – Ryuji checked out from exhaustion and fever.

So yeah. Daigo had to take the reins and deal with all this shit on his own: manage Ryuji's people, settle everything. Because otherwise they all are getting killed, and the war with Tojo may get even uglier.

And everything has to be done quietly, too, while saving face, to avoid worsening the situation. The status quo is shitty right now, but they (Daigo) still have to uphold it. But he needs to (technically) help the enemy to do that. Gotta work with resources you have. 

And Daigo's involvement in all this was known only to some of Ryuji's men, and even some of them think it was all part of Ryuji's plan from the start.

They do call Daigo aniki, though, and scramble around to help him in all necessary ways.

Ryuji wakes up in a couple of days, all bleary and crusty, and the hideout is clean, fridge is full of beer, Evanescence is blasting on the radio, Ryuji's dad has no idea all this ever happened. And Daigo is there, with a bowl of bland soup, all like: "You're welcome. Now slurp, bitch." Because Ryuji is not gonna die on him after all this work 😤😑 👉

Not gonna let his boys sneak him in fast food either. Only bland foods for recovery. Grandma taught him that, or nanny. Or tv shows, even. Broth-therapy. Grandmas and doctors agree – soup is the way.

And if Ryuji behaves, he'll maybe get some tasty stuff in his broth too. Like a cube of tofu 😌

Ryuji: this is torture Daigo: ok, 2 cubes

But the guy with a haystack on his head has no complaining rights. He looks like a creature. Unshaved. Scruffled. Darkly scruffled. The dark roots are very noticeable on his hair, too.

Ryuji's boys will be praying on Daigo no aniki, no one else is brave enough to sit on Ryuji's bed and force-feed him soups and medicine.

No one else probably dared to stay at the hideout all the time, but Daigo's technically a prisoner, so someone has to be there, it's their work… so they probably left one or two guys to hang out in the main room at night. But when Ryuji woke up, he just sent them scrambling, for being too loud at night.

He was gambling with this, because after this Daigo could up walk out at any point. But he didn't do it so far, so…

– Everything is annoying to Ryuji, because stupid health is stupid, and he feels weaker and he hates that. No control over his plans, his men, his clan, his body. It's all stretching thin. Unpleasant. Also his men seeing him weak is the worst. Especially with the control over everything slipping away.

And Daigo is feeling bad about it all too. After losing to Ryuji back in the day, when he got out of prison Daigo didn't want to show himself in front of his loyal subordinates… so it all feels so familiar. And very annoying, yes.

Ryuji, meanwhile, is missing staying in the forest. Because even with all the uncertainty and possible danger it was nice, with more hands-on stuff to do, more nature and creatures, and, in a way, a more clear plan of what to do.

Now that the rival family is dealt with Ryuji needs to lay low for a bit, until he more or less gets back on his feet, to get into the action properly without fainting or drawing suspicions.

Back in the forest it was way clearer who he could trust – there was only Daigo, and they had to work together. (And it could've happen a lot sooner, if someone wasn't a little bitch about it)

Now, back in civilization, Daigo can check out, walk out at any moment. There's even an opening left for him to do so, that Ryuji may or may not have put there on purpose will not admit to it either way. Ryuji doesn't think about these things, and doesn't examine them closely. It's a very intentional decision.

Daigo didn't walk out though. He also had a lot to think about, as we mentioned above.

Lately, after floating along in life for so long, after becoming a failure and a disappointment, and having decisions taken away from him, Daigo didn't see the point of doing anything, really. And after all that, getting to have good fights and real things to do was so good.

Managing the shitty dumb problem with Omi set-up, watching over Ryuji's recovery, being able to take control of things that may be small but are necessary to do, being useful. It was so freeing. Just as being able to bite back, and not forced to nod and be grateful for whatever bullshit people push on you.

And back in the forest Daigo did spill some of the bitter, angry, frustrated thoughts he never really told anyone. That he couldn't tell anyone who actually knows him, because that'll make him more of a disgusting disappointment.

"Sharing stuff with this guy works, tho, because he doesn't care." – both of them, probably.

Can't make it worse at least, so it's actually reliving – don't have to pretend so much about everything. The secret is to not think there's a whole world beyond the forest. Oh it's a classic blender. A trap.

little apartment getaway

Hideout they are at is an apartment that's partially used as an office/hangout spot. There's the living room with the exit and an open floor: lounge area with the couch, armchairs, tv, and the table, small kitchen with an counter in the corner, all the jaz. There's also a door to a little corridor with the doors to the bathroom, closet, and to the separate room. It’s small, but furnished, nothing too fancy, just a western bed, desk, and stuff.

Ryuji with his IV and provided by the boys pillows is taking up the bed in that separate room.

When boys were still nominally watching over him, they hung out in the living room at night on the watch, and Daigo slept on the old uneven couch in that separate room. 

– This all is so funny. Technically Daigo could've killed Ryuji or at least left at any moment after they left the safehouse. The pretence of needing Ryuji around on the Omi's territory to not get killed is a bit too stretched.

Daigo could've left Ryuji wandering, lost between the trees after going for a leak, or nicely shibari-ed at evening for educational purposes, and just. Walk away.

Thank you, goodbye, good luck. – Think of Daigo in some random ass clothes in the hideout, because all the camping clothes go to hard drycleaning. So he wears something cheap, bought by Ryuji's boys, a couple sizes off on the bigger side. The marshmallow jacket created visual enhancement.

– Boys brought Daigo a futon, but he wouldn't be fucking sleeping in the living room, where they watch tv for half of the night. And the small room wasn't good for it either, even after the boys cleaned the floors there.

So after they get banned to only appear only occasionally, Daigo would not stop complaining about the shitty couch with uneven cushions he has to deal with.

And Ryuji is like: Why do you sleep on it then? You can take the one in the main room. And Daigo is like: The couch in the other room. the room with the door. And many windows. Where none of your men will be at night. That couch in that room? Ryuji: Daigo: That bitch is also uneven like the sea at storm.

So yeah, I'm just saying that there's a chance, an opening to bully Daigo into sleeping on the bed too. Because who cares after the forest anyway.

Ryuji: This way, if you'll try to leave at night, I'll wake up ☝😌 Daigo, thinking about the offer to get the living room couch: Mhm. Daigo: And what are you gonna do about it, mister "I will totally not faint in the bathroom", hmm? Bite me on the ankle, so I will have to drag you around? Ryuji: Don't have to do anything >C You're so scrawny, I can just lay on you, and you wouldn't be able to move 👉

(Our favourite genre of bullying Daigo: littlest, tiniest man. In a big jacket. So smol.)

After the forest and the shitty couch, Daigo will be blacking out instantly on what's most likely this office work hours fuck bed with dozen pillows.

And when the boys accidentally put Ryuji and Daigo on the spot, they both lie and pretend Daigo is still sleeping on the couch.

They don't really talk about it. Maybe just a little, for mutual understanding that, even with all the boys' mutual reverence for Daigo aniki, this kind of implications shouldn't be spread, or it's gonna bite them both in the ass. Even with all the awkward queer solidarity about dumb social norms, there's also political subtext to consider (what's the flag for "not laying with the enemy"? 👉👌🙅‍♂😤✊👉👉👉)

And all this probably leads to the fact that they are both in the positions to heavily influence what's going on. Maybe even stop it. Or slow it, or, at least, have less casualties. Perhaps, Ryuji can NOT go and fight Kiryu, after Daigo spent so fucking long trying to keep him alive and healthy? This is kinda annoying.

Everything is annoying, really, and tense, and things are slipping out of their control but they can have some of it back? Because it's alright now. Ryuji is not dead, recovering. Kiryu is not dead. And Daigo is feeling more alive, and there's vague hope that maybe all of this can be kept this way.

It's all a possibility. A chance that's halfway there, that you kinda maybe want to believe in. Daigo wants to, deep down (even with the clear Kiryu-boners, and Ryuji's stubbornness).

For Ryuji though, considering backing away will feel like a weakness. Like running away. From his plans, his destiny and all.

He does consider it though. Because after the whole forest trip, after waking up to the sound of rain tapping on the window with someone drooling on your arm felt better than doing that whole coup plan. It felt like something he's been missing. Like some things that are right to do no longer fit into his life for some reason.

All of this hangs in the air.

– Sometimes I think about the almost melodramatic stubborn way Daigo and Ryuji didn't talk about how they felt in that hideout.  Because denial and plausible deniability. No admitting you care about each other, nope.

But maybe they were also postponing it. Somewhat knowing it's unavoidable with all the talks about leaving, rainy days, take out, watching over Ryuji's training walks around the apartment, napping on each other's shoulders – they still skittered around.

Both for denial purposes, aaaand to pretend there's still time left to do nothing and be at ease.

Understanding enough to maybe feel like they're on the same page at the moment, but to retroactively doubt it and be unsure, after everything blows up.

Oh, the fear of the unavoidable. No commitment or even talks about it, no admission of the attraction out loud, so nothing was there at all, right? No hard feelings then.

Oh, the fear of wanting something you shouldn't, even if it feels good.

Oh, the understanding that if you admit it, it will mean you were probably making a lot of mistakes before this moment. Oh the inevitability of it coming down like a plane falling from the sky, of maybe falling in love. Oh, wanting to just prolong the free fall, and sit on both chairs for as long as you can, because it's terrifying. All of it.

Oh, Daigo standing in front of the window opened into the chill night, and Ryuji saying "go to bed" to his back instead of coming up to him, or pulling him in, like he wanted. Oh, Daigo just laying down to sleep on his shoulder instead of kissing him, or even just touching his face.

Oh, the feeling of "well, next time-", of "well, tomorrow this may not hold off".

Oh, one day "tomorrow" not coming at all, because that's it. Time ran out.

Because one morning, a day after Ryuji contacted Takashima and some other people briefly, Ryuji wakes up to only his boys in the hideout. Because when they came, apparently, other Omi men took Daigo somewhere because of some plan that was approved from above.

– Daigo being re-kidnapped *dabs*

Majima's voice from the background: I did that! A classic. (with Haruka, according to RGGO) Ryuji: I didn't kidnap him the first time either >c

It was the only morning since Ryuji started his meds when Daigo woke up first. 

– But okay, okay it was some other, let's say (with a stretch) Ryuji's men. Who, upon bosses return, decided to win the favour by using Daigo as bait to lure Kiryu into a trap to capture or kill.

And, well, yes, they may have been directly encouraged by Takashima. It’s not like anyone can tell by this point though. The guy is real good at this game.

And that's the story of how Daigo gets taken to Tokyo in the trunk of a car, and stuffed in a room in the wrecked bathhouses. Kiryu saved him the same night, and Daigo was very tired and hungry, because he didn't even have breakfast. And then things happen very fast.

Perhaps, Ryuji scrambled back into the groove of things, and managed to cut the crazy idea of the guys actually trying to kill Kiryu or attempting anything else crazy. Because it's Ryuji's duty and destiny or whatever. Mhm.

But, being busy with all that, he couldn't get to the bathhouses before Kiryu. He could just give orders and scold people over the phone.

Majima family guys found out where Daigo was kept, right? And they found out because the bathhouses belong to Majima now. So maybe Daigo was relocated there from the actual trap location, specifically so he can be found and rescued faster.

Ryuji and Daigo did get each other's contacts before all that but they do not meet after this in private (the scene on the funeral is double-wild with this backstory: oh, Ryuji). But sometimes after the bomb threat on Kamurocho gets resolved, but before the fight on the rooftop, Daigo gets a phone call.

On the other end of the line, Ryuji is silent, because, in a super melodramatic fashion, he called just to hear Daigo's voice. Daigo realised it was him, though, because bitch, and said his mind. Something in the silence gave Ryuji away. Not speaking, letting the silence linger like an asshole in a really distinct way.

Daigo probably talked about some other place they could go to for a great view. That tower is unfinished anyway, just wind up there and ugly skeletons of construction.

Maybe, when Ryuji realised that Daigo was about to ask him to not go through with his plan, he hung up. After a long pause, just after the "please-". Because it was terrifying.

He already nearly slipped from his resolve not long ago. Gotta control this stuff. The things.

– Dang, this is such a raw relationship, coming from poking each other's most sore spots from the get go. And paradoxically finding comfort in that, because when you start from this kind of mess, there's nowhere to go but up.

All the parallels to each other's hang ups and traumas. It's rather uncomfortable, almost to the point of teenage rage, to know that you're not so unique.

the tower

And in the end it still went as it did – Ryuji went up on that tower to fight Kiryu and to die. To finish what he started, and to not back down, and for a million other things that seemed important and good enough. It felt like the only right thing to do by that point. And Daigo had to live with that. 

Well, Ryuji too, in the end.

Kaoru took Kiryu down, and while doing so, called for someone to go pick Ryuji's unconscious body and take him someplace safe. So even if Daigo came there afterwards (for Kiryu, of course. Yes, only for him) the top of the building was empty and off limits.

And there was no time to dwell on the past for Daigo after that, he had his hands full with Tojo on fire and the crazy cat on the loose. But it's all gonna come back around in a year or so. Ryuji’s gonna be crawling back to Kamurocho after his soul searching journey, and finding new ways to apply dumb suffering and existential crisis in his life. Prepare to see the story continue in y3 and for the bigass logs on ot3 for y4 (we went off on those).

their conflicts 

Thinking about how Daigo was gradually understanding Ryuji, but not fast enough to respect him fully without regards to his strength. About how only after Daigo decided he can never be enough for Ryuji (or Kiryu, but that's another story) and started to build his life and strength separately from that, Ryuji started to look at him with real respect too. It's a long process.

Ryuji going to explode on Majima's building with Kiryu was the point where Daigo decided that that's it. He's done.

And in Ryuji's head his two brain cells clash: one is hyper-focused on Kiryu, and the other is responsible for whatever it is that's slowly happening with Daigo – much more fragile and uncertain, and not comfortable for the fast and decisive man like Ryuji. And as much as we make fun of Ryuji having a crush on Kiryu, let's face it: Daigo being affiliated with Kiryu in a personal way doesn't help this mess at all.

It all boils down to the fact that Kiryu-stuff is the brighter and more existing fruit dangling in front of Ryuji. He gained his experiences in life, but he's still not very mature.

Kiryu is Ryuji's burning car.*

But he's off to Okinawa now. Sayonara, goodbye, good luck with the concussion.

– * There’s this anecdote, it goes something like this: “The bear was walking in the forest, and saw a car on fire. And he, well. He got into it and burned”.

I love it, “got into the burning car and died” is the perfect metaphor for all the absolutely unnecessary self-sacrificing our little blorbos like to do. And Yakuza is full of people getting in burning cars, it’s insane :’D

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#yakuza #kiwami 2 #ryudai #dojima daigo #ryuji goda #kiryu kazuma #this is canon now #this is looong #not sure if people here read the long posts #but there's still lots of stuff to share left #:3 #it'll be back to kazumaji till the and of k2 #but y3 and y4 has biiiig chunks of tigerfish and ryuminedai #they give us so much life #<3

[alextheavoidant]

I posted this as a reply to someone on YouTube under a video about the 8 Passengers situation. Thought I'd share it here because why not.

I feel like I should put a trigger warning here as this post discusses child abuse, but now that I think of it my whole blog probably needs a trigger warning...

Post:

I was also badly abused growing up and this is something I'm just now starting to come to terms with. My parents were divorced when I was five and my father claims he tried to get custody of my siblings and I, but the truth is he didn't want to be a single father and having three little kids to take care of would have gotten in the way of his drinking and partying lifestyle. I never knew my mothers side of the family because she's pretty much been estranged from them since before I was born. But I remember when my sister died from a drug overdose the whole side of my dads family were suddenly so sad about what we went through growing up and would say things like "We tried to give you some sense of normalcy. We always invited you to Christmas and the holidays." As if they were doing us some kind of favor for letting us come to family gatherings.

The worst part is I didn't have to wonder if they knew. I knew they knew because I remember being very vocal about what was happening to us our entire childhood. But every time I tried to tell someone it seemed like they would either turn away and pretend they didn't hear me or make some kind of joke like "Oh yeah, that's your mother. She's crazy. Ha ha ha." or a dismissive "Well, she's the only mother you're ever gonna have, so you gotta love her." or what I feel is one of the most damaging things you can put in an abused child's mind, "I know it may not seem like it, but she loves you in her own way." No one seemed to be worried back then.

The other worst part is instead of being understanding about the ways the abuse has effected us and maybe trying to help us get our lives together, these same people who turned a blind eye to it now have the audacity to judge us for not being "successful", their definition of success being having a great career, lots of money, nice house, nice car, nice marriage with three perfectly behaved, straight A students. We're supposed to be perfect like all of them pretend to be. Just supposed to magically not be affected by any of the abuse and neglect we suffered growing up so that they can pretend it never happened so they don't have to feel guilty about the fact that they knew we were living in a house with a raging alcoholic without food and clean clothes half the time and they did nothing about it. It wasn't *their* responsibility to protect us. Now that we're adults its *our* responsibility to fix ourselves and stop "playing innocent", blaming the family and making them look bad. The only reason we can't is obviously because we're just too inherently defective. Because of course we are. We're "just like our mother". We have her genes. And the kicker? I'm constantly told to "rise above my raising" while also being told I'm "screwing up" my niece because I can't afford to take her out to eat all the time and shit like that. Literal mind fuck.

And yet, the most bizarre part is, the more progress I make in my recovery, as I have been diagnosed with several mental health issues including a severe anxiety disorder (AvPD), the harder and harder they seem to want to come down on me. Like it's not enough that I've spent years in therapy trying to get my life straight, that I'm raising AND homeschooling my sisters child, whom she abandoned long before she passed away. It's not enough just that I survived that hell and I'm still here and I'm not an addict or in jail or on the street. I'm just not getting better fast enough, and that annoys them. They don't want to hear about my recovery because they don't want to acknowledge how fucked up I actually am, and how much work its taking to even try to achieve some sense of normalcy, let alone have a "successful" life and career, according to their standards. My very existence is a stain on the security blanket of lies they wrap themselves up in so they can sleep at night. And they really don't like that.

#blog #mental health #abuse #child abuse #trauma #survivor #abuse survivor #trigger warning

[sharpth1ng]

Hank Williams anon. I grew up with country music and I love certain artists tbh (Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline and Dolly Parton)and I am SO here for Billy and Patsy Cline! An uncle of mine loved Hank Williams and that was his favorite HW song, which always cracked me tf up, and I can't imagine any other country song more hilarious than that for them to hook up to, esp those lyrics "Son of a gun we'll have big fun". I am so happy it's made you laugh as well! 😌 YESSS lmao @ Billy's ego death. He would eternally cringe and Stu would never stop reminding him of it. NEVER. I find the idea of Billy suffering like this hilarious so to make it even worse for him I'm headcanoning that is Stu's dad's favorite HW song, he sings/whistles/listens to it a lot and that has definitely happened since they hooked up to it, when Billy's at Stu's, at which point his soul left his body while Stu was killing himself laughing. I can see Stu incorporating those fucking lyrics into everything too, like they'll be talking about framing Mr.Prescott for the massacre at the party and he'll be like "Goodbye, Joe, he gotta go, me oh my oh". and he loves the fact that he is the only one who can get away with doing this to Billy. lmaooo you are so right about that 91 song, Stu absolutely would. and totally with the lyrics too. Headcanons fully accepted! I can picture him either saying lyrics that sound like something he might be saying seriously when they're hooking but they sound too long/or rhyme so it takes Billy a minute, OR just flat out saying lyrics like the ones from that 91 song and Billy's like... sonofabitch (I love the idea that in the au where they live and they are still together in modern days he stillll does this and Billy will be like IT'S BEEN 30+ YRS AND YOU'RE STILL ANNOYING AS FUCK. Stu: It's been 30+ yrs and you're still down bad as fuck /smug). lmao yesss that "Stu's love language is being annoying" tag! my love language is so similar and my s.o would literally never speak to anyone else who tormented them as much as I do, so it is ridiculously easy and funny for me to picture this😌 and lmaoooo I apologize for the length of this!

No apologies necessary this is so funny anon- Also cause you brought up Dolly, another Stu song is dumb blonde.

GOD Billy at the Macher house after dinner, Mr Macher standing up after dinner to clear the table, starts fucking whistling the song

Stu:

Billy:

Also yeah I’m such a big fan of them as this old married couple, fully still behaving like teenagers with each other. Billy keeps threatening to leave and it just gets less and less convincing every time, and Stu is SO SMUG.

40 year old Stu like: Hey remember that time I got you to fuck me to my dads favourite song?

40 year old Billy like: I can’t wait to die so I never have to think about this again.

LMAO good shit anon, keep torturing the s/o with that lol shit agenda 🤙🏻

#Billy ages 10 years everytime he thinks about this #Stu’s lil shit agenda has so many items on it #stuilly #scream headcanons #ask