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[rustboxstarr]

🏖Grown Ups🏖 part 1

Summary: You've been pulling away from Eddie recently its not until summer vacation that you finally find your way back to him.

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x PlusSize!Mom!Reader

Warnings: Holy hell prepare yourself -> worrying about R potentially cheating, angst, talk of sex, slightly derogatory talk of sex, Gareth is a womanizer (Sorryyyyy needed someone to be!), alcohol consumption, thoughts of sex, thoughts tiddie fucking, kissing, Eddie being kinda desperate and horny for sex but trying to be respectful, nudity, R has tattoos, nipple and belly button piercing, body insecurity (Don’t worry Eddies just being a weirdo, she loves herself otherwise!), smoking, Steve being an insightful mama hen and apparently knows how women function (Steves a sweetheart, we want all men to be like Steve), light confrontation, looming anxiety, drunken accidental grinding, groping, R being to drunk to remember ALMOST having sex , threats of violence, tiddie sucking, hickeys, oral f receiving, fingering, squirting, interruptions, talk of oral m receiving, Smut P in V, no cut offs or dividers, sorry forgot to put them in. I tried to stay away Y/N I rly did but I think it slipped in once or twice (Sorry not sorry 😈)

Wordcount: Short and sweet only 22.2k........ (Yeah this fic quite literally ripped the idea in my head and sprinted away with it like it was wanted for murder (Get it? HAHAHAHA (Explaining my jokes, I love myself))

A/N: So I was watching Grown Ups (2010) the other day and thought it was so funny when all the guys talk about how little they have sex with their wives, but then it spiraled and got slightly angsty but personally I love this! Character list and ages under the cut :)

Love yas!

Part 2

Drawings I made for the fic for some visuals 😊

Grown Ups masterlist

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Max (35), Lukas (35) - twins Eric (6) and Billy (6)

El (35), Mike (35) - no kids

Dustin (35), Suzie (35) - Willow (11 months)

Eddie (41), You (40) - Ophelia (10) and Roxette (7)

Gareth (37) - single, no kids

Luke -unnamed freak (39), Simone (38) - Tom (5) and Oliver (3) - not that it matters but Simone is african american so the kids are mixed incase it might be nice to visualise 

Jeff (37), Tracy (45) - Ariana (16) (Tracy's daughter)

Will (35), Winter (33) - no kids

Steve (40), Nancy (39) - Mercy (11), Lousie (9), Rachel (7), Marcus(5), Bianca (3) and Dustin (2)

Jonathan (39), Charlotte (41) - Emma (6), Charlie (4) and Lilly (2)

Robin(39), Vickie(39) - no kids

Argyle (40), Eden (38) - no kids

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Summer 1998, the sun was shining bright against the pastel blues of the sky, temperatures rising all over the country, it was the best time of the year, 10 year old Ophelia and 7 year old Roxette were off school for the summer holidays, you had your 6 weeks off and Eddie took leave from work, cashing his holidays in broken up during the 9 weeks of summer to be with you and his kids. Mid june and the Munson family had gotten the chance to rest for the first 5 days before the roadtrip to Dustin’s late granny’s lakehouse in Muskegon, the five hour road trip delayed with multiple food stops, toilet breaks, a few car boot sales which signs had caught you eye, one mall trip to stave off Roxy’s crying when she realised she forgot to pack her bathing suit and a few leg stretchers to keep both the kids from going crazy in the backseat. 

Ophelia had grown up to become a relatively quiet kid, calm, never too temperous and always content with following around with the grown ups plan, god knows how, neither you nor Eddie were ever people to be considered calm and peaceful. In your youth running around being chased by Hopper after breaking into abandoned places, caught drunk encouraging Eddie to piss on the large bronze statue situated in front of the mayor's office, shoplifting, vandalism, disturbing the peace, there had even been one time where Hopper had knocked on Wayne’s trailer door, two embarrassed soon to be adults stood behind him, wrapped up in blankets with not a single other article of clothing on for modesty after giving you both a ‘ride home’ as you liked to joke. 

The straight defiance of US laws simmered down after Ophelia came along but partying, loud obnoxious jokes, crazy schemes and dramatic displays of affection were still something very normal for the two of you. Well normal up until the last six months or so where it had simmered down. The both of you were still cuddly and giggly and chummy with each other, but lately it seemed you both had drifted apart, admittedly you more than him.

Roxette however seemed to have taken to both of you, couldn't sit still, always loud, always on the move, yup she was the embodiment of both yours and Eddie’s personalities, the same reason as to why the five hour road trip pushed 9 hours. Roxy could barely handle the 20 minute drive to school…

Up at 8 am packing the kids into the car with plenty of books, comics, cd’s and toys you set out. Eddie at the wheel of your 95 Mitsubishi Mirage while you cozied under a blanket next to him, head lolling on your shoulders threatening to tip you over until you adjusted yourself to sit up against the window as you let that comforting dull, cloudy feeling overtake you and drift you off to sleep. In the back Roxette was fast asleep while Ophelia bobbed her head in tune to Tupak Shakur’s latest album R U Still Down? playing in the round silvery cd player Eddie kept in the glove compartment, staring out at the trees whizzing past the window. 

The clock was nearing 5 pm when the car pulled off the bumpy road -with Eddie in the passenger seat- over the gravel parking lot to what Dustin had called The Henderson Castle. A quaint surprisingly large cabin in dark mahogany wood panelling, green chipping edging and beams matching the green steps to the bright blue double doors. Lake Michigan painted the horizon behind the garden, a small private beach next to a short dock attached to a boathouse and a sailboat tied to the wood panels, a rack of 5 canoes resting on the old water stained wood. Wooden beach chairs and plastic loungers framed in by the litter of trees and behind a picnic table and worn down monkey bars. 

Eddie took to emptying the boot of duffle bags and food bags while you urged Ophi and Roxy out of the back. Cars of different prince rages surrounded them as things were retrieved out of the vehicle, “Well well well look who decided to show up!” Dusting grinned from the front door, carrying a little girl on his hip who tucked her head into his shoulder in shyness. 

Matching grins were shone at the 35 year old as he descended the steps to greet you “What's up man!” Eddie patted him on the back in a one armed hug before he went around to give you a proper hug. “Hi! I’m Roxette” your daughter said excitedly, Dustin bent down to talk to her “I know, we've met before” his voice was sweet and mischievous as he stuck out his hand for Roxette to shake. 

You were all hustled into the house where a large group of people were scattered around the kitchen, dining table to your left and living room to your right behind the kitchen, all hollering in delight as your family of four stepped over the threshold. Hugs were exchanged as well as ‘took you long enough’s and ‘did you learn to read the clock in your three years of senior year’s, soon enough a wide spread of food, carefully put out by Dustin's wife Suzie had been devoured and catch ups had been exchanged. 

Dustin had taken the duty of showing everyone to their rooms, Jonathan’s three kids, Emma, Charlie and Lily, Luke’s Carl and Tom, Steve and Nancy's six nuggets Mercy, Lousie, Rachel, Marcus, Bianca and Dustin, Max and Lucas’s twin boys Eric and Billy, as well as Ophelia and Roxette were all given the privilege of sharing the well lit and cozy basement. 17 kids with the exception of Willow who had her own little bed with Dustin and Suzie and Ariana, Jeff’s 16 year old step daughter who got her own room, were all over the moon, excited about causing as much ruckus as they could. Parents and couples alike all directed upstairs to the second and third floor for their own bedrooms in the impressive lakehouse. 

The time on Eddie’s watch showed 11:32 as he took it off and placed it on his temporary nightstand for the next week when you crawled under the patchwork cover and got yourself comfortable on your side. Teeth brushed, clothes changed, good nights said and bags unzipped it was time to turn in for the night. Something about being on the go for 8 and a half hours and then making conversation in a room full of 39 other people was extremely exhausting and it caught up to you as your head nestled into the plush worn cotton pillow. 

You heard Eddie yawn loudly behind you as he no doubt flung his balled up fists out in the air, stretching like a cat by the side of the bed. He rustled behind you until you felt the cover lift and a warm body dip into the mattress, humming as he scooted over to wrap his arms around you and hold your back to his chest. You bathed in his embrace, happy and content cuddling up with your husband until, you felt him move again to press his hips against your. A soft grunt escaped your lips as Eddie pushed his hard on to nestle between your ass cheeks, on display from the back of your threadbare t-shirt riding up. 

“Mm Eddie I’m really tired” you groaned quietly, nestling further into his arms wrapped around you. You heard him sigh and had your eyes been open you would have undoubtedly rolled them at his reaction “We’ve been on the go since 8 am, I’m really not in the mood” you further explained “I know baby” Eddies breathed slightly disappointed, in the back of his mind he had hoped that the change of scenery might get you exited, possibly put a stop to the dry spell you had seemed to be going through. “Lets just go to sleep yeah?” he whispered, fingers crossed that his disappointment and slight annoyance at his idea being wrong couldn't be detected in his voice. You hummed in agreement as Eddie slackened behind you and fell asleep. 

The morning had been hectic, starting off already at 7 am when both girls rushed in to find their clothes, awakening you as they spoke loudly “Girls you know this” Eddie sighed as he tiredly sat up on his side of the bed, pulling his warm grasp away from you “Knock on the door, don't just barge in” he was slightly exasperated as he told them off “But were on vacation!” Roxette whined as she paused in rifling through one of the bags “Yeah well the rule still applies”. Even though it might be mostly your fault it was still funny that he was dictating a rule set in place so they wouldn't walk in on you having sex when you actually hadn’t even had sex in god knows how long. 

The reason why you were mostly at fault for the fact was that yes you were the first to cool down with initiating it but you didn't accept Eddie’s advances even when he tried. But recently you just hadn’t been in the mood, work had been hectic and you barely had time for each other, to top it all off lately you’d just felt a dip in your confidence. The fact that you were now in your 40s just seemed to catch up with your busy brain, you didn't look the way you did when you and Eddie first got together, or even the way you did just a few years ago. You'd always been on the bigger side of scales but that never bothered you, in fact your looks weren’t even the problem, objectively. It was the way you felt inside, old, tired, unnatractive, it had caused you to pull back from him, curl in on yourself and throw yourself into being a mom and a good boss. 

Eddie had to keep reminding himself that there wasn't a chance in the realm of possibility that the reason you were staying late at work had anything to do with anything other than work. Something he found himself telling his brain a lot whenever your nearest colleague Greg resurfaced in his mind. Greg was a sweet lovely man who worked just below you, but it was hard to remind himself of that as he thought about the many hours you spend at work alone with him. Even though he was a good kind soul he was undoubtedly attractive, even though he knew you were loyal to your husband and he to his wife and even though he knew he was more your type than Greg was it was still a constant bicker in his brain. 

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The rest of the morning was even worse, such a drastic change from lounging around the house or almost falling asleep on a blanket in the yard as you attempted to read. Kids were everywhere, everyone was talking, moving around and trying to get to the food served for breakfast, it was stressful to say the least. You were used to large crowds, parties, concerts and other events but now it was just too much, and it seemed to show as Eddie wrapped his arms around your shoulders behind you, planting a kiss to your temple as you talked to Tracy, Jeff’s wife. You appreciated the gesture, even though you hadn’t been all too close to him recently and it was clearly beginning to frustrate him he was still there for you, something that made your heart squeeze. 

Finally around noon the pace had slowed, some kids were occupied with games and crafts inside while your own played with Luke's, Steve and Nancy's kids in the water. Splashing around happily as Nancy floated around nearby while you took the chance to get to know Luke's wife Simone and Jeff’s Tracy better. Eddie, Steve, Gareth, Jeff and Luke all lounged around on the chairs pushed into the sand just as it turned to grass behind them. 

“So Gare, still sad and single?” Jeff chuckled as he sipped a matching cool beer to the rest “Hah! Sad? I’d take being single any day over commitment and fuckin’ kids” he scoffed, legs spread wide as he tanned under the sun in baggy ombre trunks. “Hey having kids aint that bad” Steve grinned “Oh sure, I bet it's a riot being woken up at 5 am by 6 little assholes every morning” he chuckled. 

The sun was high up in the sky, water glittering under the shine as it splashed around by the kids shrieking and laughing. “Ugh, had to remind mine to knock on the fucking door this morning, both of them just waltzed in like they owned the place” Eddie supplied as he looked over at you. Stood by the waters edge laughing at a story Simone was telling, his eyes scanned down your frame quickly, lavender purple full briefs that came up to your waist, just below that glittering jem butterfly hanging from your belly button, a ruching detail at the front and a matching purple halter top to match. He had to look away before he began oggling at your round curves at the way the haltertop bikini pushed your tits up to each other, fuck he would have loved to kiss all the way down your throat and over your chest. 

“Ooh ‘fraid the kids are gonna walk in and be scarred for life by your pasty white ass?” Gareth laughed at his joke as his eyes flicked over to you too. “Pffft” Eddie deprecatingly shooed “Nah man, that hasn't been a risk for like ages” he took a large gulp of the cold beer in his hands “Now that I think about it, hasn't been a risk since like before christmas” 

“That's what marriage does to ya, too high on the feeling of new love and sparkly lights of wedding planning till they dim and she sees your ugly face at the altar” Gareth sat up to inspect Eddie slightly, Eddie laughed along with the others “Man shut up” he managed through a smile.”She's not pregnant is she?” Luke piped up as everyone was now looking over at the subject in question. 

From the corner of your eye you noticed the attention and turned slowly with a soft confused frown, Steve and Luke smiled at you as Jeff quickly averted his gaze, Eddie giving you a forced smile before he slapped Gareth's hand down which was waving at you, fingers wiggling as a seductive smiled painted his features. Your frown deepened as you awkwardly waved back and turned back to the other moms. 

Eddie's face switched from annoyed to questioning as he turned from Gareth to Luke “What?” his brows pinched as wrinkles formed on his forehead. “Well when Simone is pregnant she gets kinda distant, doesn’t wanna do anything” he further explained. “Nah man she’s not pregnant, she's got an implant” 

“Eh, dont beat yourself up about it, me and Nancy barely have any time for ourselves let alone fucking” Steve waved him off. “Yeah well she's had six kids, probably sick of your junk by now” Jeff chuckled, an eye roll from Steve in return. 

“I dunno, she's just busy, got alot on with work and the kids” he pushed his sunglasses further up his face as the sun resurfaced out of a cloud. He did not want to mention Greg and listen to Gareth's lude comments or let any of the others feed him delusions. You were not cheating. “Who knows, maybe she's sick of your junk too. Tell ya what, send her my way I’ll get her walking out a happy woman” Gareth smirked wickedly. “If you don't shut your mouth I’m gonna come over there and beat the shit out of you” he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees to look over at Gareth who put his hands up in surrender. 

“Apart from Steve am I the only one not getting some action” before Gareth had a chance to open his mouth Eddie pointed at him “and you shut up” he sneered. “I mean Ariana’s like 16 so she's never really home, so we do.. get the house to ourselves quite a bit..” Jeff answered sheepishly “Great” Eddie turned to Luke “Mine are fuckin’ 3 and 5 but I mean we have some time sometimes” Luke shrugged “How often is sometimes?” Luke cleared his throat and dropped his voice to an awkward tone “Like.. two… three times.. a week” he looked out at the water. 

“Jesus christ, so it's not like a normal thing?” he slumped back in his chair, looking back at you, smiling widely as you now stood splashing water at Roxette, not on the beach anymore. “Have you talked to her?” Jeff asked “I mean no not really, but she's made it obvious she doesn’t wanna do anything, so I've just kinda backed off” he looked back at his friend. “But you've tried like starting something?” “Yeah, less and less now but yeah” 

“You tried getting her drunk?” Gareth chuckled but fell dead silent as Eddie began to lean forward about to get up and smack him “Chill chill!” he held his hands out in front of him, awaiting the attack. “I just meant loosen her up a little, get her relaxed maybe put her mind off things” 

“You're a dick” Eddie flipped him off “He does kind of have a point, maybe she’ll relax a bit” Luke cleared his throat “We could I dunno all sit ‘round the fire after all the kids have gone to bed. Then she might not have to worry about that ya know?” 

“I mean I guess, but isn't that like a complete asshole move, get her drunk just so I can get her into bed?” he made a slight look of disgust at the thought “Not drunk, just a little I guess tipsy?” 

The conversation continued for a while before the topic changed to Jeff's new job, all sat in the sun basking in the light, soaking it up and talking about nonsense. Ophelia and Roxy came out of the water and Eddie watched as you dried them off lovingly and led them up to the house. He was nursing his fourth beer, head starting to go a little fuzzy as Simone too sent Tom and Oliver up to the house, Nancy was left throwing Bianca around in the water as the other three laughed and all shouted me! me! Me!’s, Dustin the two year old splashing happily by the waters edge. Simone and Tracy made their way up the sand to sit with the guys. 

Tracy told Jeff she was going to check on Ariana as Simone plopped herself down in Luke’s lap happily giving him a kiss following up with a giggle when she pulled back “Jesus how many beers have you drank”. She sat mostly quiet as they all continued, now about some recent U.S news, jumping in to add to the conversation as she draped her arm around Luke's shoulders. 

Eddie had his back to the house as he opened his fifth beer and leaning back even more into the chair, he didn't see as you came back out of the house walking down towards them. Only laying eyes on you as you rounded his chair at the end of the row of them facing the water, barely registering you before you stood before him. As the others continued talking he looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, assuming you had come to ask something of him. His heart skipped a beat as you inched closer to him, his fingertips grazing your thigh. “Can I sit?” you ask with a sweet smile, his cloudy brain was too gone with the cool fizzing beer to register that you had spoken as he broke out in a grin witnessing your happy face, it warmed him to see you, you being happy made him happy. He suddenly realised you had talked to him and shook his head attempting to look up at you more serious, you giggled softly at him as he straightened his face up, but hearing those sweet little noises of content made that dopey grin fall right back into place “I said, can I sit?” your voice was so sweet it made his whole brain stop. 

“Oh, yeah” he chuckled as he sat up properly, hands itching to touch you. His dopey grin became even dopier, even wider as you turned and bent down to place yourself in his lap, legs coming to curl up and feet slot between his thigh and the space under the armrest. When you settled Eddie’s hand holding his beer settled over your thighs and his other came around your waist, wrapping around you and pulling you towards him to lean against his chest. He almost died as he saw your smile widen at the action and nestle into him, and then even wider as he placed a kiss to your shoulder. He was on cloud nine at the fact that you were sitting in his lap, smiling away. You haven't sat in his lap for a long looong time and the fact that you did it so easily made his heart squeeze and his head spin. 

“Oh Simone you never got to tell me about your trip!” you exclaimed as the conversation quieted down “Oh right! So-” she began to recount her crazy trip to Japan she had taken a few weeks ago for work as Eddie took another sip of his beer, light shock painting his features as you took the bottle from him and took your own gulp while you listened intently. The sun was almost right behind Simone and you began to squint as you tried making eye contact with her, you turned to look down at Eddie for only a second before you realised he had his sunglasses on. Casually you reached up a hand to pull them off him and place them on your nose, Eddie chuckled at the action which made you giggle slightly as you continued listening. 

With no glasses on now, everything was a lot brighter, he settled into the new position and calmed down from his excitement and finally got a chance to register what you were wearing. A floral short white skirt he had seen before, he remembered well, because last time you had worn it was last year dropping the kids off at Steve’s for a sleepover. Oh he remembered it very well, last time your worn it you'd snuggled up to him on a blanket in the far end of the garden, hidden by trees and bushes, only to be seen from the house and gotten a little bit frisky, teasing turned to tickling which turned to Eddie lying on top of you pounding into you at a furious pace with your panties pushed to the side. 

The memories flooded back to him and he realised that if he just moved his hand on your waist down a little bit, and then a little bit more he would find the hem of it and could slip his hands under the fabric to rest his broad palm on the fat of your ass, give you a little squeeze. Before he had time to consider it his eyes cast a glance at your top. Fuck. That brown crochet halter top that he had seen you curled up on the couch making as you watched tv in late January. From his position he could see right over you, tits pushed together by the way the triangles tied behind your neck, could see that one little freckle he always liked to give a kiss, could see that little scar almost hidden on the right. Fuck he wanted to grab them, and kiss them, and suck on your nipples to draw that one little whine at first contact, no he wanted to watch them bounce up and down in you bra as you rode him, no! He wanted to watch them bounce up and down as he sat back on his calves thrusting into you so aggressively that your tits would bounce up and slap you in the face and make you roar out laughing, NO! he wanted to hover over your ribs as you looked up at him with that twinkle in your eyes as you held your tits together, mushing around his cock slipping back and forth in the lube he kept in his nightstand. FUCK. 

He had to look away, something, something that could find his attention, yes the tag on the bottle you were holding, yeah he was gonna read that. Now is not the time to get hard you asshole, she’s only just sat in your lap, for the first time in ages! on your dick… like right on it… no, fuck, you piece of shit, she’s gonna feel if you get hard and she’s not gonna be happy about it. Well she is smiling, she seems really happy.. Yeah so don’t ruin it fucker, remember last night? Yeah exactly. He was fighting with himself as he pretended to read the beer bottle, eyes following as it moved from its place on the arm rest with your hands loosely wrapped around it, followed it up to your lips as he saw you laugh and press your lips to the rim. 

Oh shit those lips he wanted to kiss so badly, wait maybe he could? That's ok right? Kissing? We still kiss? It's not like we don't kiss? Fuck it, if he wanted to kiss his wife, he was going to kiss his wife. 

As you brought the bottle back down to the armrest Eddie moved on instinct, his body working faster than his brain, his hand slunk out from under your arms and up to cup your cheek, causing you to turn to him in question, eyebrows raised awaiting him to say something. He didn't say anything, he only began to pull his hand back, slowly bringing you with him. He closed his eyes, it felt like forever, forever forever forever, until suddenly soft lips on his. Everything was in slow motion as if the world stopped around him as moisturised soft plump lips met his own, barely a craze, just a touch and then more, closer, lips pressing slowly to each other and then at its destination, pressed against your lips in a kiss that made him explode inside. Suddenly your lips drew back and so did you. 

It was just a peck, a simple peck, but it made his heart stop, as well as time, the world and just about everything else around him. A sigh escaped his chest in content as he opened his eyes to see you smile down at him, his own smile quickly matching yours before you drew back and looked back to Simone. His brain was swimming around in a pool in his head, everything was a daze as he watched you lick your lips and grin slightly, turning to him again to whisper “Taste like beer” that cute nose in a scrunch as you spoke to him. 

The daze halted as he chuckled “You too” which earned a smile from you and moved his hand back to splay across your thighs. Finally he turned to the rest of the group and lay notice to Steve a knowing wide grin directed at you, Simone in full ramble as Luke looked up at her in awe, Jeff listening in, and Gareth with an evil smirk on his lips, staring right at him. Eddie's smile faded and was replaced with a sneer directed towards his friend. Gareth's eyes flicked to you and back to Eddie as he mouthed an ooh which made Eddie's loose grip on you tighten immediately and pull you even closer to him, this time not easing up on his hold but insistent on holding you close, as if shielding you from Gareth. 

Lunch came along not soon after, thankfully not as hectic as breakfast as Dustin and Suzie had grilled a bunch of hotdogs of various diets and put them all on one table along with bread, ketchup, mustard and dried onions. Everyone free to get drinks out of the various coolers around the kitchen. 

The rest of the day was very similar to the morning, everyone hustled outside once the temperatures dropped a few degrees. Both you and Eddie had kept an eye on the girls as you mingled with all the parents and friends around the beach until eventually you walked up to Eddie placing your hand gently by his elbow to tell him you were going to go further up and lie down on a blanket and read in the grass. Eddie had taken the role of watching over the kids as they swam in the lake, at first only watching from the waters edge as he spoke to Dustin and Mike until he ran out on the jetty and cannonballed right next to Roxette, hitting the bottom immediately and landing right on his ass bouncing up to be splashed back in the face by Ophelia. She screamed in laughter as he picked her up and threw her away from him. 

When he came up again water dripping down his skin he rejoined Steve and Lucas, as Lucas turned to tell Max something Steve nudged him and cocked his head behind him to the grass “Your wifes asleep” he chuckled as he motioned for Eddie to see you on your stomach, face resting in your crossed arms and book falling from your loosened grasp on it. “Go, I’ll look after the kids” he grinned as Eddie turned back to him. “You sure? I don't wanna-” “Yes I’m sure, just go spend some quality time with your girl” he grinned “Doubt it’ll be much quality time seeing as shes passed out but yeah ok, thanks dude” Eddie patted him on the back as he trudged through the sand, grabbing his towel on the way and patting himself dry. 

Yup you were fast asleep he noticed as he got to the blanket and heard your soft snores, he bent down and picked your book up, dog earring the page, closing it and tossing it down into the grass. He groaned softly as he crouched down, falling flat onto his back next to you. Propping his head up on one hand while the other lay limp against his stomach he stared up at the sky through his now retrieved sunglasses. His gaze broke to turn and look towards you as he heard you stir in your sleep, you twisted your hips to pull the leg facing him up in a bend, knee nudging his hip. You seemed to relax for a few seconds before you grunted and turned to fully lay on your side, hands coming to press together and hold your head up only slightly. 

Once again you relaxed and Eddie watched you amused with a smile on his face until suddenly an annoyed groan left you and the hand not forced against the ground slipped out from under your head shooting out in search of something. You blindly slapped lightly at the blanket before moving and slapping again, and again until your pinky came in contact with his skin, you hand lifted and slapped lightly against Eddie's chest, he had to fight the snort that threatened to fall from his throat as he watched you. 

Finally your hand seemed to find the right place on his chest but surprisingly enough you didn't relax again, instead still hazy with sleep and with your eyes closed you moved on the blanket towards him, forcing your hips forward until you were flush against him. A heavy head thudded to his chest forced an oof to spill from his lips and a thick thigh moved and dropped heavily to drape across him. 

You nestled up against him and finally you seemed to relax. 

Eddie was beaming, the hand previously on his stomach searching for his towel to prop it up under his head and letting him wrap his arms around you to hold you to him. Soft breathing matched up to an even rise and fall of both your chests as Eddie soaked you up. The happiness he was feeling didn't last though, soon enough he too had fallen asleep under the hot sun and your skin against his. 

Both of you awoke with groans as something landed on you, a very wet, very excited Roxette. “Why are you sleeping it's swim time!” she squealed as she rolled off Eddie and sat up. You groaned in pain as you too sat up “Cuz mom and dad are tired Roxy, so please don't jump on us” you told her as you stretched, Eddie doing the same from the ground. “But mom I wanna go play!” she stood up jumping up and down “Ok ok I’m coming hang on” Eddie was about to say something when you stood up and were whisked away by his daughter. 

Dinner was tapas, everybody had brought a dish or some sort of food from the store ready to eat from the get go and was set up this time by someone other than Dustin and Suzie. You talked happily to Robin, Nancy, Will and his boyfriend Winter as you all set out plates, cutlery and food for tiny hands to grab excitedly. You ate in conversation with most of the hellfire club as you sat next to Eddie on a worn leather couch, pressing up to him and letting him give you the occasional kiss to your temple or lips, smiling the whole time. Eventually your plate was finished off and Eddie felt you slump against him after putting your plate on the table. His hand wrapped around your shoulders to rest your head on his for a while until eventually you leaned up and told him you were going to lay down for a bit. 

You left with a squeeze to your hand and a sympathetic smile from your husband. You were planning on just having a lie down or maybe a quick nap but suddenly your clothes were to hot and too tight and too stifling so you quickly changed out of them and threw on the same ragged t-shirt from last night, falling onto the bed, not getting too comfortable because you didn't really want to fall asleep. The universe didn't seem to hear you though and soon you were fast asleep on top of the bed. 

That's how Eddie found you after putting the kids to bed an hour later, knowing they wouldn't sleep with all the excitement of the other kids around but getting them to brush their teeth and change into their pyjamas. They had asked Eddie where you were and why you weren't saying goodnight so Eddie had to explain “Moms not feeling very well so she's resting but she’ll probably come say night night later”. When you told him you were going to your room it seemed like you just needed some quiet but that was clearly not the case when he found you like a log atop the covers. 

He sighed, you needed your rest, the past year of work was clearly catching up to you but yet again he couldn't help the slight disappointment when he found you, he'd gotten hopeful and excited from the day, you'd been a lot more touchy than you ever had been the past few months, cuddling up to him, stealing kisses and it seemed that whenever you were near him you had a need to have some sort of contact, whether it be pressed up against him or his arm around you or even just your hand on his arm or thigh but he had to accept that you were too tired and needed to sleep. 

Carefully he pulled the covers from under you and placed them back on you as you adjusted in your sleep to lie on your side. Just like yesterday he got in next to you and wrapped his arms around you as the big spoon. Falling asleep to the scent of your hair which his nose was nuzzled against. 

This morning the girls actually knocked, waking Eddie from his light slumber to hum a yes at them to come in. Slowly you roused and sat up in bed to listen to your two excited girls tell you all about the cup phones they all made yesterday after dinner and how they had them crisscrossed around the room to talk to each other as Eddie rounded the bed, giving a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room to take a shower. 

You were more relaxed at breakfast now that you knew what was coming and you even enjoyed it, sat at the dining table in conversation with Argyle and his girlfriend Eden, Winter and Jonathan's wife Charlotte who got the group's attention by balancing her cereal bowl on her 8 months pregnant belly which you found out would be her and Jonathan's fourth. 

Across the room Eddie sat in an armchair next to Steve and Gareth “So you and your girl seemed to be very close yesterday” Steve leaned over and dropped his voice, “Yeah pay off? She put out?” Gareth grinned “That threat of me beating you ass is still on the table” Eddie stared at Gareth who only chuckled “But to answer your question, no she was asleep by the time I got to our room” Eddie shrugged, even if Gareth could be an assshole when it came to women he didnt want it to show that he was disappointed, it would only egg him on. 

“Maybe we could do that bonfire thing tonight?” Steve suggested lightly “Besides I wouldn't mind some fun with Nance, she gets so exited when shes drunk its fuckin hilarious” he grinned and looked over towards how wife “Last time she was jumping around imitating a bunny she saw on kids tv” the other two laughed at the picture. 

“Sure, we’ll go into town get some drinks, I think Dustin said he only had beer” Eddie shrugged happily. 

Today was not the different from yesterday, things to do inside and people down at the beach splashing away. “Hey” Eddie bent down to talk to you as you sat on the couch playing shoots and ladders with a few of the kids after lunch “so were all having a bonfire night once the kids have gone to bed” Eddie smiled wide at your happy smile “so me and some of the guys are heading into town to pick some stuff up” you nodded and gave him a kiss before he headed off with Will and Dustin. 

Dinner passed and you were pleasantly surprised that tiredness hadn’t overcome you. All the parents tucked their kids into bed and made a clear point that if anything were to happen they were just outside and to come get them if they needed to. 

Eddie called your name with a yo you in here? as he knocked on the bathroom door nearest your bedroom, instead of answering him you unlocked the door and peeped out an intense stare directed his way “Sorry you can't come in without a warrant” you broke out into a grin as you went to shut the door, Eddies hand grasping onto the wood and forcing it open in a fit of giggles as you tried to fight him. Finally he stumbled in, almost knocking you over and catching you in his arms. 

He locked the door behind him as he looked down at you “Mmm you smell nice” he hummed as his eyes took in your bare face, damp to match you hair, you giggled “Just had a shower” you explained as you slid out of his hold to pick your clothes off the floor. Eddie was slightly miffed as you brushed past him in just your towel and unlocked the door but he followed nonetheless. 

Walking behind you as you tread carefully over the floorboards, hips swaying from side to side as you walked, Eddie leaned back to get a full view of you, hair wet and dripping water over your shoulders, thighs peeking out from under the towel, only long enough to cover your ass, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the towel pulled up slightly to reveal a peak of the bottom. Within an instant his hands circled your waist and picked you up, leaning back on his feet to pull you up off the floor. You squealed at him to let you down as you giggled, only dropping you back down to land softly when he thought he might fall over backwards from bending to steep. 

“What was that?” you whispered as you began walking again, Eddie awkwardly tumbling along with his arms still around you “You just looked so liftable” he whispered back biting your cheek mischievously. You snorted an ok and opened the door to your bedroom. 

Today you had been in a good mood, it seemed the long night sleep and absence of pressure to be productive had taken to you and you were still on a high from it. So pleased that you didn't even let your mind work up into a frenzy as Eddie let you go and flopped onto the bed. 

You didn't think anything of it as you dropped the towel to change, the fact that Eddie hadn’t seen you naked since before christmas didn't even cross your mind. 

Stood with your back to him you rooted through your bag to find a comfortable pair of sweats and a hoodie, preparing for the cold outside now that the sun had gone beyond the horizon. Eddie sat up straight in an instant. Eyes bulging wide and trained on you as the towel dropped to the floor when you found your clothes. He swallowed thick as you moved to another bag to look for underwear. 

Holy shit. You were naked, like fully naked, no towel, no nothing covering you. Fuck he hadn’t seen this sight in over six months and here you were bathed in the moonlight and dim lighting of the old ceiling lamp, gold cast over your body, spotlighting the smooth skin, and rolls of your back, the stretch marks and cellulite of your thighs, the dimples in your back, every little colour and inked tattoo that showed in your skin. All out for him to see, all for him. 

You turned with your clothes clutched to your chest to see a pin straight Eddie with wide awestruck eyes, mouth open in shock. “What?” you chuckled confused as you walked over to the foot of the bed, dropping your clothes onto the fabric. Eddie's brain stopped working as your front was revealed to him, soft breasts sloping down in a natural drop, a sliver of metal and nipples almost out of sight, round and calling to him like two beams of light in the night, your soft stomach spilling down, a patch of hair covering your puffy mound, framed by your soft doughy thighs. Fuck he just wanted to grip and suck and lick and kiss everything he saw right now, matter of fact he wanted to get down on his hands and knees and worship the ground you walked on as well as whatever higher entity out there that had created you. 

You started to grow slightly uncomfortable under his gaze, suddenly feeling extremely exposed, an urge to cover yourself growing strong. In a rush you reached for your underwear to pull the black brazilian cut lace panties over your ass and hips. You looked over at Eddie again to see his mouth open and close as he blinked, awfully resembling a fish, it only encouraged you to get dressed faster, clasping the black bra and spinning it around to pull the straps up your arms. Once again you looked at Eddie, whose expression still had not changed, you threw the t-shirt over your head and jumped into your sweats, pulling the hoodie over yourself as you looked back. “Umm” Eddie started but trailed off “I'm going to the bathroom” you blurted out and within seconds you had practically ran out of the door. 

Eddie stayed still, blinking and trying to wrap his head around what he had just seen. Finally he snapped out of it and shook his head, falling over on his side with a loud groan, pulling at the sheet to cover his face. What is wrong with you?! Your wife is naked for the first time in fucking forever and you just sit there?! He groaned even louder as he smushed his face into the comforter. 

Finally you came to the realisation that you had just been naked in front of Eddie for the first time in a really long time, you rushed back into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet with your face in your hands. Well clearly you weren't just ugly on the inside now, you were ugly on the outside too. Why else would he just sit there and stare at you like you'd grown a second head? UGH what were you going to do?! You had finally loosened up, you were happy within yourself for the first time in ages and felt comfortable around Eddie again, you clearly should have had more control over yourself. He no longer found you attractive, Jesus Christ why were you kidding yourself?

A knock on the door broke you out of your spiral as you weakly asked a yes, the person outside of the door cleared their throat. It was Eddie. Oh, no, no no no no no. “Um, uh you wanna go down? Uh Mike just said the fire is lit” his voice sounded strained, uncomfortable. He was uncomfortable because he’d seen you naked and didnt like it, and now you had nowhere to hide AAAARGHHHH. “Yeah sure” your voice was broken as you spoke. 

Slowly slowly you stand, slowly slowly you step towards the door, and slowly slowly you turn the nob. Eyes pinned to the floor as you walk out of the door, you see Eddie's feet as you walk past them and walk down the hall, you hear him follow behind you. This is the worst feeling, so much worse than coming home late from work hungry, or being in too big of a crowd, or too tight clothes on a hot sweaty day, this unease is so much worse. 

Time ticks by slowly as you feel like you're walking to your execution, feet dragging across the floor shameful as Eddie walks behind you. Anxiety, heartbreak, stress, unease, insecurity all bubble up in your chest, threatening to bubble up to the surface through hot tears if you let yourself. You feel it in your chest, plummeting down to your stomach and spreading all through your body like slim black vines as if a disease, darkening everything inside you. Until a touch, a slight intentional braze of fingers that send sparks, gold touching at your hip and overpowering some of the black. Gold vines take over throughout your hip as you feel a soft hand grasp onto it, guiding you down the stairs. 

Another spark of gold bleeding out into your vines on the other as Eddie holds softly onto your hips as your feet hit the ground floor. Gold vines that threaten to overpower the black and meet in the middle just below your belly button. Your breath hitches and speeds up in anxiety. 

One hand leaves your hip and the gold dies off as quickly as it came, as the first on your right hip slips to hold the small of your back, the gold follows, bleeding from its starting point and stretching as you bend down to slip into your sneakers. The hand never wavers as Eddie leans down to slip his own shoes on, the heat from it causing the gold to continue without the order of touch, spreading slowly through your back, creeping up your spine in a shiver. 

He opens the door to near 20 people scattered around a brazen fire, reds and oranges contrasting the deep dark blues of the sky and the shade its cast around them all. You step cautiously down the now dark green stairs, feet hitting the gravel before they hit grass as you veer off to the side away from the parking lot. “Hey” Eddie whispered beside you as you walk, coming to a stop as you turn to look up at him. Eyes glassy and scared at what his words might do to you. Just as he opens his mouth “Hey!” Robin runs over and pulls you off by the arm so she can show you something. 

Eddie stands frozen, What just happened? he was about to apologise to you for being so weird. His feet drive him forward however and before he can think it over he’s by the mass of people, eyes zoning in on the table of drinks set up he makes a beeline for it. Pouring a shot of tequila he downs it, and then a second, before he can get ahead of himself he picks up a beer can, popping the tab he scans the crowd. His eyes find Steve not far away and quickly he's marching over “I need to talk to you” he says with a grip on the man's arm almost pulling him away from the scene. 

A few metres away from the nearest cluster of figures he stops “Dude what's up?” Steve chuckles, confused “I just saw her naked” is all Eddie can say, Steve's confusion just deepens on his face “For the first time in over like six months” he widens his eyes willing Steve to understand. “Oh, oooh how’d it go?” Steve grins. “Fucking terrible!” Eddie shouts exasperated, quickly straightening up with eyes wide turning to see if someone heard. Everyones too fixated on their own conversation as he looks over at the people around the campfire but he finds you at the drinks table with Robin and Nancy cheering you on as you seem to be taking three shots in a row. 

He turns back to Steve “How was it terrible?” Stevs confused again as he stares up at the taller man “Because Steve, she took her towel off and I just sat there” Steves face shows once again that he doesn’t understand “I just sat there, gawking at her like I’d never seen tits before, like some fuckin’ teenager” he grits. “Oh. Wait so walk me through it” he took a swig of his own can, some fruity cider. “Ok. So she was in the room, well actually, no, here” Steve frowns at Eddie's backtracking “So she was in the bathroom so I knocked on it and she stuck her head out grinning saying I needed a restraining order” Steve smirked but chose not to make a comment “And so she liked tried to close the door and I tried to open it and get in. Ah before you say anything it was just like flirty fun, nothing weird” Steve nodded “And she was all giggly, then we left the bathroom and I like picked her up and she was all giggly then too” “Ok ok” Steve nodded along “Then when we got to the room I just sat on the bed and she just like dropped the towel while she was looking for her clothes, then she turned and I think she said something I can't remember, but then she started like pulling all her clothes on, said she was going to the bathroom and ran off” he finished his recounting of the recent events with a few large gulps of his beer, almost downing half of it. 

“Sounds like you freaked her out dude. Did you like explain why you were being so weird?” Steve tipped his head back to finish the rest of his cider. “Well I was gonna but then Robin just came up and ran off with her” both of them looked over to see you now stood with Robin, Nancy, Max and El a large glass of wine in your hand. 

“Just go up and talk to her now, explain” Eddie screwed his face up at the thought of pulling you away to awkwardly explain why he just sat there “Listen, Nancy gets insecure about her body sometimes maybe she is too” Steve shrugged as they looked back to each other “She's like never ever insecure though, and I don't even think its hiding, she likes her body ya know” the rest of Eddies beer was slung down his throat. “Yeah but you might have made her insecure dude” “Ugh don't say that!” Eddie groaned, his beer was gone he needed something to fiddle with, to distract him, patting his pockets he found his packet of cigarettes, ones he usually kept out of view so the kids wouldn't see him smoking. He flicked his zippo and took a long breath once the cigarette was lit. 

“I’m serious dude, it's not just the first time you've seen her naked it's the first time she's been naked in front of you, might be kinda scary” 

“Since when do you know all about women?”

“Wel-” 

“Don't start” Eddie held his finger up to silence him. 

“Just go talk to her ok?” 

“Fine, but I’m gonna finish this up first, think you can go get me a beer? Don't really wanna look like im ignoring her” 

“Sure” Steve walked off as Eddie turned his back to the fire to crane his neck back in frustration, looking up at the sky. 

“Steve used to be like that with me” Nancy giggled in the huddle as Steve walked up to grab a beer and another cider. “I used to be like what?” he grinned as he leaned over the table “Butt out dingus” Robin stuck her tongue out “Nothing babe” Nancy hid a grin behind her solo cup as she looked away. Steve narrowed his eyes in suspicion at his wife “It's just girltalk” you smiled at him which made Steve's face break out into an expression you couldn't read. 

“Alright well” Steve spun on his heel and  power walked back to Eddie “You better talk to her now, I’m pretty sure I overheard the girls talking about it” Steve rushed as he forced the cold can into Eddie's hands. “Oh for fucks sake” he groaned as he took the beer and began walking over to the table. He saw as Robin awkwardly hushed the group as she laid eyes on him which made his nerves bubble up, yeah they were definitely talking about it. 

“Drink all that beer that fast?” Robin chuckled as Eddie neared “Mmhmn no” Eddie held his unopened can up for show as he arrived behind you “Can I talk to you?” he bend down as he dropped his voice lower, breath fanning over your ear as he spoke. “Ok” you whispered back meekly. He had no idea about girl code, and had absolutely no clue what the looks all the others were giving you meant as you set your plastic wine glass on the table and turned to walk away from them. 

You walked silently side by side as he nonverbally steered you towards the cars, the three shots and half glass of wine causing for a pleasant buzz, dampening some of the anxiety you felt “Um you want a beer?” he asked quietly as he held out the can towards you when you came to a stop by your own car “No thanks” you mumbled as Eddie seemed to cage you in at the hood of the car. You frowned surprised when he flung the can behind him to softly roll into the grass, he needed his hands free for this and he hadn't had a chance to drink it before he came over. 

“So what you wanna talk about?” you fiddled with the string of the cuffs of your worn out hoodie which was actually Eddies as you leaned back to prop yourself slightly on the hood of the car. “Um I just wanted to uh tell you I'm sorry for just like sitting there super awkward before” he looked down at you as you stared into his stomach unwilling to meet his gaze. “If I’m being honest I was just like shocked, we haven't really uh done.. that, in like a long time and it was just sudden” he saw you physically curl in on yourself which made him freak out “No no not like bad sudden, good sudden” you finally met his gaze, looking up at him confused “Fuck, I just mean like I’ve missed you and my brain just like short circuited” he tried to get you to understand. 

A breath he didnt know he had been holding finally escaped his lips as he saw a small smile tug on your lips “I dont wanna make you like uncomfortable, but when I saw you I was just like, holy fuck, she’s naked and I think this is the best thing I’ve ever seen” the grin that spread on his face was a relieved one as you snorted a laugh “Im serious, like baby” his hands came to rest on your shoulder “You are so fuckin’ sexy and just every part of you is like some greek goddess has sculpted you or something. I’m totally ok with us not being intimate, even though I do miss you I just want you to feel safe and comfortable, and for you to be happy but I really do miss you. Obviously I miss you like as a person, you're my wife, and the mother of my children and I love you so much, but like above that fuuuuuck I miss being with you” he groaned as he thought about how long it had been. 

Something swelled within you at his words, you wanted to laugh at his phrasing of being sculpted by a greek goddess but the meaning behind the words were just too flustering and sincere. And following up with that stupid wording he knew made you weak in the knees, mother of my children, yeah you liked that. You were the mother of his children, his wife. 

“I’m sorry” you whispered as Eddies hands travelled down to rub up and down your arms “It’s just been a lot recently, in my head and work and all and I pushed you away I’m sorry” Eddie manoeuvred his knee to push yours apart so he could stand between them and be closer to you “Don’t say sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for. We’ve both just been shit at telling each other things” as he towered over you you craned your neck back to see him properly, a grin spread across your face as you said in a whiny voice “Communication is key”. 

Eddie laughed and brought his arms to wrap around your shoulders, pressing your face into his chest as he hugged you, kissing the top of your head as your own arms wrapped around his waist. You both lingered for a while as you hugged each other tight until Eddies arms loosed and he pulled back to look down at you again “While I do want to know what's been going through your pretty little head lately, why don't we go enjoy the fire and talk more when we get back?” you nodded with a smile. Eddie turned to walk back with you but spun around as you called his name. “One more thing” “Mm?” you grasped onto the fabric of his sweatshirt and pulled him down towards you. 

Lips meeting his in a desperate hungry kiss you wrapped your arms around Eddie's neck as his hands went to your hips, holding you softly to keep himself upright. He thought you were just going in for a long kiss when you broke off but soon enough your lips were back on him again as your fingers snaked through his locks. Another kiss and a tug at his hair had him groaning into your mouth as his hands squeezed tighter at your hips. A few more kisses and he felt your tongue poke softly at his lips telling him to open them. He pulled you flush against him as tongues swiped at each other, his hands moving from your hips past your back to grab angrily at you ass, pulling you up to stand and pushing your hips against his, forcing his hard cock against your mound, groaning at the contact and pressing even harder against you. 

You pulled away from his lips and quickly out of his grasp “Ok now I’m happy” you laced your fingers with his as he stood dumbstruck, you began walking pulling him along with you “What??” his voice was slightly loud as he stumbled along after you “What? I said one more thing, that was my thing” you turned to grin at him wickedly “Oh you little-” he let go of you to run after you and lift you up off your feet as you squealed. The second he let you down you ran off with Eddie hot on your tail, tackling you almost immediately and turning you in his hold to face him so he could attack your hips with wiggling fingers, laughing as you shrieked from the tickling. 

He ceased his attack on your sides as you stepped closer to the group, wrapping his arms around you once again and stepping up behind you to join the group around the drinks table. Steve gave him a knowing smirk as you bent over still attached to Eddie to retrieve a beer for him from the cooler on the ground and your wine, you giggled as he shoved the hand hold the ice cool beer under your hoodie to press against your warm stomach, fighting to move his hands away from you. “OOH smores! Come on!” Robin beckoned the group to sit in the half circle of logs around the fire, all squeezing together to fit as Robin planted herself on the ground to fish marshmallows out of ita bag. 

“May I interest you in a shot of everclear mi ladies?” Gareth grinned as he stumbled over to you, Eddie, Nancy and Steve on one of the longs “Nah nah” Eddie waved the hand not wrapped around you in dismissal, “We got kids you dummy, gotta get up in the morning” Steve rolled his eyes at him. “More for me!” Gareth swiped all four each one after the other “I am NOT on duty to take care of this one!” Eddie held a hand up in the air as Gareth finished his last one. “Whaaaat? You don't wanna be my daddy?!” Gareth whined as he toppled over onto Eddie, Eddie’s hand coming to push him off, pressing hard against his stomach while everyone else laughed. 

“Go sit down you drunk” Eddie motioned for Gareth to sit down next to Steve. “Oh hey Rob’s can you get me a vodka coke?” You smiled as the woman in question pushed herself off the ground, she gave you a thumbs up as Eddie leaned in “Vodka? How much have you drank already?” His breath fanned once again against you ear as he spoke to you in a low murmur “Eh its fine, I’m not planning on getting drunk” you waved him off “Mhm” Eddie hummed sarcastically as you grinned up at him. 

“Jesus Robin how much did you put in here” your face scrunched up as you took a sip, you didn't particularly mind the taste of alcohol but you hadn't expected it to taste so incredibly strong “Like 80% vodka 20% coke” she grinned a dopey mischievous grin as she found her seat again “Chug it ya wont taste it” her grin widened even more “Come on chug chug chug!” she clapped her hands together as a few of the girls chimed in “You don't have to” Eddie searched your face with serious eyes “No no it's fine” your grin matched Robins as you looked up at him before swallowing the whole of the contents in the red solo cup. You cheered along excitedly as you crushed it and threw it down onto the ground. 

Eddie felt you sway slightly as you sat up straight, well it seemed like the getting tipsy had gone a little too well, no doubt by the end of the evening you would be hammered and pass out again on the bed. It's fine he told himself, we’ll just do something.. another day.  “Yo lets go get the chairs it's getting kinda cramped over here” Dustin walked over with Lucas and Mike on his tail “Oh sure. You gonna be ok?” he bent down to ask you as you stared up at the sky in a daze. “Huh? Oh yeah yeah” yup you were definitely drunk as you tried to focus your eyes on his face, he had a slight suspicion Robin hadnt put one single brand of vodka in your cup before handing it to you. “Nance could you..” he trailed off as he motioned to you, asking her to keep an eye on you, she nodded happily as he stood up, hands hovering around you to make sure you didn't fall over. 

When he saw you could sit by yourself he grabbed into his sweatshirt by the collar and pulled it over his head, the fire was getting too warm for him, dropping it down next to you to occupy his place he got up and followed the others down to the edge of the beach.

“Oh!” you squealed as you planted a hand on his hoodie to feel the square cardboard box, digging through his pocket in mass concentration you managed to free the cigarettes and flipped open the top to see his zippo and a few cigarettes. Pulling the zippo and a cigarette out you turned to face Nancy, Tracy and Simone again as you lit the cigarette. Happily taking the next red solocup handed your way by Tracy. Taking a long breath and giggling as the nicotine swam up to your head, mind feeling floaty as you swayed from side to side, even more so as you sipped what seemed to be more vodka coke, this time not as strong. 

“Aw man who let you-” Eddie cut himself off as returned a few minutes later, plucking the zippo and carton out of your hands after placing a chair down in the half circle of logs. You cackled as you watched him shove the packet out of view, this time into his jeans “Baby you know how you get when you smoke drunk” he grabbed into your free hand helping you stand up as you sucked down your second cigarette, almost empty solo cup left behind on the log. He led you back to the chairs to see one empty chair left “Really dude?” Gareth grinned as he spread out into the chair next to the empty one, revelling in Eddie's annoyance “Fine” Eddie breathed “Wait here” he told you as he turned to get his sweatshirt. 

Gareth mumbled something to you as you swayed, trying not to fall over “What?” you almost shouted as you leaned forward, placing your hands on the armrest of Gareth's chair and dropping your head down to hear him. He said something again but your mind was too  fuzzy to understand as you brought the cigarette back up to your lips. “Gareth stop flirting with my wife” you heard Eddie grit behind you as his hands slithered around your hips to bring you down with him as he sat down in the chair. “Whoo!” you squealed as you fell into Eddie's lap, flinging your hands into the air as if you were on an amusement park ride. 

When you’d brought them back down you took another drag of the cigarette, closing your eyes as you exhaled, falling backwards onto Eddie's shoulder as your head began to spin back and back with the kick. 

Eddie chuckled as he plucked the tobacco from your fingers and began talking to Will and Winter, he knew this was going to happen, everytime you drank and smoked your head began to spin, same with weed and smoking, if he wasn't careful enough you would fall flat on your ass with the dizziness. Suddenly you shot up, leaning forward “Oh Ophi loves that magazine!” you must have picked up on Winter talking about some fashion magazine Eddie hadn't heard of before. Soon you were in a deep conversation about the fashion industry and how hiphop had had an effect on it but within seconds Eddie zoned out. 

You kept swaying back and forth, body vibrating with laughter as you flung yourself from side to side varying between leaning over to listen intently as catching up with your brain to form words. You were clearly quite out of it, wrapped up in your conversation and thinking nothing of it but Eddie did. The first few times you moved he didn't pay it any mind, but soon you were almost squirming above him, no longer just swaying but moving your ass, soon enough you were situated right on his crotch. 

Eddie tried to pay attention to what Will was telling him, he really did but you just kept moving around, pressing even harder against him as you relaxed and dropped your weight down. The friction was just too much. Can she feel this? Does she even know she's moving so much? No she can’t feel I’m hard she’s too drunk. Fuck please don’t realize, shit. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, subtly trying to press you up against him more. What are you doing there’s people around! Fuuuuuck, you moved a little just as he pulled you flush to his chest and now he was situated right between your cheeks, pressure coming from all sides. He snapped his head when he heard you hum, could you actually feel him? Were you doing this on purpose? 

Suddenly you turned your head and before he even had a chance to think about it your lips were on his in a hard kiss. As you broke apart he pulled away to frantically look around, Will and Winter were no longer next to you, he noticed them at the drinks table, now talking to Suzie, everyone else were in conversation all in their own worlds, drinking or making smores. Gareth had passed out next to him, Steve listened with a grin as Nancy talked excitedly, Jonathan and Charlotte were whispering to each other, matching smiles as their noses pressed to each others. 

He found your eyes again, looking down at him with a drunken smile, eyes darting down to his lips with your pupils blown wide as glossed over, he gulped. That was a sight he hadn't seen in a long time, the want, need, in your eyes as you looked at him. You leant down again, capturing him in a sloppy kiss, he groaned into your mouth as you wriggled in his lap, turning to face him better. Hands coming up to wrap your arms around his shoulder as you sat twisted to face him. Lips smacking against each other desperately, hands planting firmly on your hips and squeezing, trying to twist you, and pull your chest to his. 

Finally you broke apart with a heavy breath, Eddie's closed eyes opened slowly to admire your face with a smile. Before he had the chance though, you were sliding off him and getting to your feet with a grin, Eddie groaned and toppled over, hands coming to his crotch as his forehead almost nudged his knee. It had been a natural reaction, to cover his boner, now that he had he realised hiding it just made his problem all the more noticeable. He gave Steve the finger as he cackled at him just as you skipped off saying something about getting a drink. 

Clearing his throat he had no other option but to follow his drunken wife, he reached for his sweatshirt that had been hung on the armrest and pulled it over him, making an effort to pull it down low in the front. Reluctantly he pulled himself out of the chair, his slow steps turning into large strides as he saw what you were doing. Within a second he was next to you pulling the bottle of everclear out of your hands “Hey!” you whined as you set your solo cup down. “Babe this is 95% alcohol, and I am not having you throw up all over me tonight” he set the bottle down and gathered you in a hug.

“Mean, you dont wanna take care of me? I see how it is” you joked as you made a show of untangling yourself from him, only making Eddie hold onto you tighter. “Of course I wanna take care of you” I’ll show you how fucking good I can take care of you “But I’d rather have you not throw up if I can” you made a mocking whine which caused a chuckle bubble up from Eddies chest. 

“Let's get you some juice or something yeah?” he grinned down at you as you nodded “Jesus christ all these drinks and not a single thing alcohol free” he frowned as he inspected the table, all the mixers now gone. “There's some cartons inside” Dustin chipped in “Thanks dude”.

So Eddie was turning you in his arms to hold at your hips as he led you steadily up to the house, laughing as you stumbled and almost tripped over your own feet, slowly he led you up the steps and through the door. “Okay” he breathed as he walked you to the kitchen island, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up to sit on the wood “Oh my god!” you squealed as he lifted you “I forgot you could do that! Do it again!” you squealed. Eddie shushed you quietly “I will if you keep your voice down a little, the kids are asleep downstairs” he pecked your lips as he turned to open the fridge “Oh riiiight” you leaned towards his back with an exaggerated whisper. 

Just as Eddie turned he saw you about to fall over the edge, shooting a hand out to catch your arm, placing the juice on the table and coming around to hold onto both your arms and coax you upright. “Ok my little fall risk whose like a newborn baby that can't support its head” you snorted loudly as Eddie grabbed the juicebox next to you and poked the straw through the seal. Legs pressing up against the table to stand between your thighs, keeping you sitting up “Here, drink this” he held out the juicebox to you, which you took and drank all within one breath, slurping noises within the carton as you finished it. 

Wiping your mouth you looked back up to him with a wide grin, collapsing into his chest and mushing your cheek to the green fabric. Eddie chuckled as his hands came to circle your back “I think it's time for you to go to bed yeah?” he whispered as you pushed yourself closer to him humming in agreement “But you have to carry me” Eddie laughed. He hadn’t carried you for a while, but he’d like to think he was still strong enough, lean muscles hidden under all his clothes from hard work at the auto shop. The only thing was that you were very drunk and he was afraid he’d drop you. “Ok” he whispered, marvelling in your giggle as he bent his knees and wrapped his arms around your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder. 

“What? You told me to carry you” he drummed on your ass as he began walking past the dining table earning a drunken laugh from you. 

Somehow he managed to make it up the stairs and down the hall, throwing you playfully onto the bed, just as he was about to pull away from you to stand up two hands fisted at his sweatshirt, pulling him onto the bed sloppily as your lips connected to his. As you continued kissing him he moved, never disconnecting his lips from yours as he lay himself between your thighs. 

His brain stopped as he heard your soft moan against him as he pushed himself flush against your clothed cunt. He needed to hear that sound again. He thrusted his hips hard against yours to hear your moan again this time slightly louder, quick to muffle it by kissing you harder. One of his hands on your hips travelled quickly under your hoodie to first at your breast over your bra. FUUUUUCKKK he hadn’t gotten to feel your tits in so long and now that he did it felt like fucking heaven. 

Grabbing onto you desperately as he set a pace of thrusting his hard cock against you, sloppily swiping his tongue against yours. Soft groans and moans from both of you muffled by each other as you made out. Eddie couldn't begin to explain how good this felt, kissing you, touching you, it was too much for him. His pace quickened against you as you pulled at his hair, other hand pulling at the hem of his sweatshirt. Getting the hint he sat up on his calves to rip his shirts off, cock throbbing with eagerness as your hands travelled lightly over his happy trail, past his stomach and up his chest, hand grabbing at his neck pulling him back to you. 

His lips connected to yours again as he cupped your face and let your hand trail up his side and grip at his shoulder. He pulled away to breathe, staring down at your face, eyes blown wide and filled with lust, kiss bitten lips, hips squirming for friction against him. You were drunk, he knew he shouldn't be doing this when you were drunk but he couldn't help himself, he hadn't felt you in ages and now that he’d gotten a taste he couldn't stop himself. 

Sitting up again he pulled at your hoodie, urging you to sit up so he could pull it off you, nimble fingers eagerly unclipping your bra before pushing you back against the bed. Breath cut short as his nose pushed against your cheek and his lips connected to yours. His hips gave a particularly hard thrust as his hand went back to squeezing at your now naked breast, barbell piercing pinched between his fingers as his other hand propped him up, causing you to moan against him as the zipper of his jeans caught against your clit, igniting a fire within your core you hadn't felt for a while. 

Your moan egged him on to thrust even harder as his lips relentlessly kissed yours. He heard a knock at the door but chose to ignore it, he had you here, in your bed for the week, topless, kissing him, moaning for him, wanting him, there was nothing he would do to stop this moment. The knock came again and he pulled away yelling an angry “WHAT?!” into the room. Aggravated and annoyed that there was something outside of this room, the world that had stopped around him, that needed him more than you did right now, more than he needed you. 

It showed on his face, the annoyance which dropped immediately as well as his heart as he heard the low scared whisper “Daddy?” his forehead dropped to yours as he closed his eyes, breathing out a sigh “Yeah?” he called without moving from his comfortable position against you. “Um.. I peed” the voice whispered shamefully, Roxette on the other side of the door, no doubt clutching her teddy bear close to her as she called for her dad. 

Eddie sighed against you as you let out a low giggle, the whole situation was kind of funny. Eddie straining against his jeans and boxers, frustrated and only thinking of you naked below him and his daughter interrupting to tell him she peed herself. 

“Coming!” he moved slightly above you, staring down in to your eyes as he whispered “Don't go anywhere I’ll be right back” a hard kiss to your lips as he scrambled off you, making no effort to cover his bare chest as he walked to the door, opening it and slipping out you heard Roxy on the other side of the door ask curiously “Where’s mom?” “Uh she’s sleeping”. Boner gone, and everything else that surrounded you, gone for the moment as he took his daughter into the bathroom, placing her in the shower as he ran to retrieve a fresh change of clothes and bedding in your room, groaning as he saw you now on the bed in only a pair of panties. Rushing as fast as he could to change the sheets, his daughter and then soak them all off and hang them up outside to dry. 

The five minutes he thought it would take stretched to a near half hour as he was caught up having to explain to multiple people why he was hanging bedding up and then staying with Roxette as she begged him to stay till she drifted off. 

Finally he made it back to your room, taking a heavy breath in preparation before opening the door, heart dropping as he found you naked atop the covers, on your side, and fast asleep. 

He loved his daughters but could they be more of a cockblock?! He went through the same motions as yesterday, tucking you in and shuffling in next to you to wrap his arms around you. He had to remind himself that there were five days left of this trip, plenty of opportunities to get you alone.

You woke up confused, head throbbing and.. naked? Why were you naked? You frowned as you tried to remember last night: Getting dressed and feeling insecure, shots, talking to Eddie about it, more drinking, something in the kitchen and oh right you and Eddie made out shirtless but you couldn't remember anything else. “Hey Eddie” you nudged the man behind you who groaned “Eds” your shook him slightly “What?” he grumbled behind you “Did we have sex last night?” you turned in his arms to face him as he opened his eyes “We were about to but Roxette peed herself” he murmured, there was a hint of annoyance and frustration in his voice as he recounted last nights events before nuzzling into your shoulder and pulling you tighter against him. “Oh” you breathed as you hand found his back, “Total cockblock” he mumbled against your skin drawing a snort from your throat.

So you were about to have sex with Eddie last night, for the first time in over six months. You found as you thought about it that you weren’t totally against that idea, it felt strange thinking about it, for so long you’d set up walls to block him out and now you felt like you didn't want them there anymore. They were in your way. 

A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts “Just a minute baby!” you called as you scrambled to get away from Eddie, turning to look down at the floor, Eddie's Metallica t-shirt that lay inside his sweatshirt was the closest, you hastily pulled it to you, throwing it over your head as you sat up against the headboard. “Yeah come in!” you called to the door as you felt Eddie's hand fall limp on your thigh. 

Ophelia and Roxette shuffled through the door, Ophelia going straight for her clothes and Roxette climbed onto the bed, laying her head in your lap and onto Eddie's hand. “Dad moooove” she shoved at his hand as he grunted in his sleep, flicking his hand in an attempt to move her head away “Daaad” she whined as she pushed at his hand, his hand slid down to hold your knee instead. 

“I heard you had a little accident, you ok baby?” you stroked her hair as she settled back in your lap “Mm peed myself” she pouted “But no one saw so I think its ok” she told you. “And your dad cleaned you up you ungrateful” Eddie mumbled the rest of his sentence into the pillow as he rolled onto his stomach. “Oh, yeah dad helped” 

Soon enough everyone was dressed and downstairs, “So!” Dustin clapped his hands together, gaining the attention of the room “Today is waterpark day!” he referred to the plan he had already set in place. Kids excitedly shovelling food into their mouths after the walkthrough of the day before running to their parents rooms to get dressed and ready. 

Roxy was very excited about her new swimsuit, a blue flowery two piece with a blouse resembling top, but huffed when Eddie told her to come over so he could put sunscreen on her before they went out because she’d want to jump in the water as soon as they got to the waterpark. 

Bags were packed, cars were started and everyone changed as 10 cars and two minivans rolled out onto the road. Setting up camp in a cluster of beach chairs under parasols plans were made. All the kids were very excited, making it quite difficult to get them all gathered and keep them from running off. “Mom I don’t wanna wear the floaters!” Roxette whined as you blew the arm puffs up for her. “Baby you have to” popping the cap closed you started with the other “But Ophelia doesn’t have hers!” She stomped on the ground “Yeah but Ophelia's older she knows how to swim” you explained as you coaxed her over to stand between you knees “I can swim too! No! I don’t wanna!” She ripped her arm away from you as you held it “Baby look a bunch of the other ones are wearing them” you pointed over at the other parents putting arm puffs on their own kids, Eddie stood nearby lathering sunscreen on your eldest. “Fine!” She whined as she let you pull one up her forearm “Be good and you’ll get an ice cream later” you grinned as her face broke out into a toothy smile “Ok!” She happily accepted her fate and let you put the other arm puff on her. 

Argyle and Eden excitedly signed up for chaperoning the kids as well as Robin and a cautious Vickie, Lukas, Mike, Dustin and Suzie joining in as they set off with the kids for a waterslide, Steve and Eddie telling them they would catch up with them. 

You, Nancy, Simone, Tracy, her daughter Ariana, El, Max and Charlotte all huddled together on the beach chairs, lounging as you looked over the waterpark. Will and Winter walked off to get some fancy waterpark drinks that caught their eye as Eddie, Steve, Luke, Gareth and Jeff looked over the map of the waterpark. 

“Oh what a beautiful day!” Nancy smiled brightly as she sat down with baby Dustin in her lap, Simone undid her beach wrap and sat down in a cheeky black bathing suit with straps lining up to her hips, halter top neckline with an open back. “Oh it is hot!” she commented as a few of the other girls cheered at her. “We really doing bathing suits?” Charlotte asked cautiously “Oh come on girls we don't know these people who cares?” Simone smiled brightly as she took her sunglasses off and dropped them onto her wrap on the ground, “Yeah you're right who cares? I've been working on this six pack all spring!” Charlotte pulled her cover up off, thrusting her pregnant belly for show under her punch pink pregnancy dress bathing suit “Yeah baby got front!” she laughed as the girls cheered her on, “Come on Y/N its your turn to strip!” she grinned as she sat back down “Oh no I don't know” you shyed away. 

The swimsuit you were wearing today was not one you were extremely comfortable in, it had been a gift from your friend and you brought it with you just in case, but your bikini had been haphazardly shoved into a ball in your room out of sight and out of mind and therefore not washed deeming it unwearable as it began to smell. This one was a blood red one piece instead, the hem was high on your hips and practically a thong at the back, low cut in the back and round cups pushing your tits together above an upside down triangle showcasing some skin and the undersides of your boobs. “Oh come on! Like Simone said no one cares!” Nancy grinned as she clapped, the others joining in and clapping along. “Oh ok!” they cheered as you stood up and made a show of dropping your towel and filing it onto your chair, even going as far as a little spin. 

Not far away Gareth whistled, causing the group of guys bent over the map to look up, Eddie with his back to you asked “What?” following Gareth's eyes, turning around to see you throwing your towel away and spinning around. He swallowed. Have I seen that before? I don't think so, is it new? his eyes scanned your body, cheeky thong tucked between your ass cheeks, tits pushed together round. “You sure you still set on this marriage thing? Cuz if not I’ll happily take her off your hands. Get her on her knees for me.” Eddie turned back around to see Gareth grinning. 

“Alright that's enough” Eddie lunged “No!” Gareth screeched as he ducked and took off towards you all, scuttling between plastic lounge chairs to stand behind yours which you now occupied. Eddie stopped by your feet as Gareth hopped from side to side “What’s going on?” you asked confused, other girls chiming in as Eddie matched Gareth's movements “If you say one more word I will personally see to it that you're six feet under by the end of the day” Eddie gritted through his teeth. “Eddie!” you shouted, shocked at his words. 

Gareth suddenly became bold “Nah you're too much of a softy” he grinned as he stilled and leaned over the back of your chair, making a show of peeping down you to look at your tits “HEY! Stop looking at my wife!” he shouted, making you turn in confusion to look up at Gareth who quickly disappeared out of view as he ran again. Eddie followed him shouting “You wanna see how much of a softy I am?!” and just like that both of them were out of sight. 

You turned back to the rest “What was that?” they all shrugged telling you how they had no clue, you sighed and stood up walking over to Steve. “Can you tell me what's going on?” you crossed your arms, sweet Steve looking you directly into the eye as he awkwardly murmured “Uh Gareth said some things that upset Eddie so” he shrugged “What did he say?” you frowned “Uh you don't wanna know” Steve brought a hand up to rub at his stubble. Rolling your eyes you walked off in search of Eddie, who was now running through a children's pool. 

“Eddie!” you shouted sternly causing him to stop in his tracks and turn to you “Come here” you stated frustrated. Eddie turned to Gareth who also stood frozen, back to you, to Gareth and finally back to you. He sighed and trudged towards you. 

“What the hell is going on?” you crossed your arms again, watching as Gareth faking nonchalance walked off behind him. “Gareth uh was just annoying me” he brought a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck “So you chase him?” you inquired “Well yeah” Eddie turned to give Gareth an angry glare as he neared the group again. He set his gaze back onto you, your facial expression telling him that that wasn't an answer and urging him to explain “Ugh, he, he just kept saying some things, and I told him to stop and he still didn't” he set his hands onto your hips as he looked down on you. 

“What stuff?” you asked exasperated, Eddie opened his mouth “And don’t tell me I don’t want to know” you held a finger up to him, his mouth closed again, you could see his brain working to think of something to say “Just, well some things about your body” your face softened into scared hurt, Eddie understood instantly that you though Gareth had been making fun of you, your size, but he didnt know how to explain “Fuck sake, he kept saying how he was gonna” he closed his eyes annoyed “Fuck you and shit” he breathed. 

The snort that left your throat caused him to open them again “Baby, just because he says that doesn't mean it's gonna happen” you placed a soft hand on his cheek. Immediately his mind brought up Greg, stupid fucking Greg who had him doubting himself. -doesn’t mean it's gonna happen, doesn’t mean it's gonna happen, doesn’t mean it's gonna happen. He softened against your touch, nothing was going to happen, not with Greg, not with Gareth, not with anybody. “I know” he sighed, more of an admittance to himself  “I just don't like him talking to you about that” he continued as he stepped closer to you, leaning further into your touch “Yeah well he's a pig, but it's just harmless stupid jokes baby” you leant up on your toes to give him a kiss. 

“I’m only for you remember” you held your hand up to him, wiggling your fingers up to show off your engagement ring and wedding band.

Eddie hummed, why was he ever worried? You were his, you were married to him, had his babies, you’d been with him since you were 16 and him 17 for god's sake. Maybe it was the time spent together that had him worrying you had gotten bored of him, but no, it was the time together that only made the two of you stronger. You’d always been attached at the hip, stuck to each other like glue since his first senior year. Yeah you had your rough patches but you always found your way back to each other in the end.

Taking your hand and placing a kiss to the back of it before kissing your lips. “Now come on, you can buy me a gelato cuz it's too damn hot out here” you grinned as you took his hand. “Mm know something that's hotter” he snapped the elastic at your hip against your skin as he captured your lips in a kiss again.

Rejoining the group you stood with Eddie behind you, whose hands wrapped around your waist as his chin dropped to your shoulder. “Gareth, you're disgusting” you sneered “Anybody want ice cream?” you grinned to the rest, Eddie snorted behind you as the rest laughed. Soon enough you were back in your lounge chair leaning onto Eddie's chest as you sat between his thighs, happily eating your gelato while talking to Tracy, Ariana and Max. 

You had so much fun going on slides with Eddie and the kids, throwing Roxette around in the water, your two girls fighting to get the other off each parents shoulders, slurping on ice cream, chatting with everyone and it wasn't as hard as you'd all though getting each kid into their respective car and away from the fun, all exhausted from the day and ready to go home.  Dinner had been munching on whatever snacks there were around the house as kids were put to bed by nightfall.

“Damn forgot to brush my teeth” Eddie sighed as he walked into the bedroom with a towel low on his hips, tattoos on display under the same gold light Eddie had seen you in. “Ok well I’m dying for a shower so you're gonna have to do that while I’m in there” you told him as you brushed past him in a throw over beach dress, bathing suit still on. You didn't see Eddie grin behind your back as you clutched your toiletry bag on your way down the hall, quickly snapping up his things before following you.

“Oh I don't mind” he breathed as he caught up to you, you turned, rolling your eyes at him playfully as you pushed open the door, locking it after letting Eddie through, “Think I can join you?” he grinned down at you as the hand not clutching his toothbrush and toothpaste came to rest on your hip “Pretty sure you just showered baby” you smiled as you pulled away from him, pulling your dress over your head as Eddie flung his things into the sink. “Mm can’t be too clean sweetheart” he smirked as he crowded you from behind. “I’ll let you join me if you just think about this first” you turned around “You really wanna have sex for the first time in a shower in a home that's not even ours?” you began pulling the straps of your bathing suit down. 

Eddie looked off into the distance thinking it over “No you're right” he sighed “Wait wait wait, you're saying we're gonna have sex?” His eyes found you eagerly as you stripped of your bathing suit and stepped into the shower, looking back with a cheeky smirk. Eddie groaned and fell back against the sink as you turned the water off. Fuck… YES! It was happening! It was really fucking happening! 

You pulled the shower curtain closed, putting you out of view as Eddie turned and began brushing his teeth. He sat down on the toilet lid waiting for you to finish and it felt like the time droned on forever, even though it was just 10 minutes. His head perked up excitedly as you stepped out, reaching for your folded towel on the counter and wrapping yourself up in it. “Ugh fuck you’re so sexy” Eddie breathed against your ear as he wrapped around you from behind, you giggled as you picked up your stuff and unlocked the door. Walking slowly down the hall Eddie pressed his painfully hard cock against you, the evidence of the daydreaming he had been doing while you were in the shower. 

“Can't wait to get my hands on you” he whispered as you made your way down the hall. Eddie wasted absolutely no time as you got to your room, pulling the towel off you and letting it drop to the floor. Eyes roaming the various ink splatters littered over your body, shining oh so beautifully in the dim light of the room, soaking in every inch of your undeniably perfect body. “Funny I’m usually the loud one but I have a sneaking suspicion you might beat me to it this time” you grinned as you let his towel fall to the floor. “Oh do you now?” his hands went down to grab a handful of your ass “Mhm you're gonna have to be quiet” you whispered as he captured your lips in a kiss.

Blindly he led you backwards till the backs of your knees hit the mattress, falling onto it, instinctively spreading your legs to make room for Eddie. “Fuck” he made an audible groan as his hard cock came in contact with you slick wet folds, pressing into you. “Ugh fuck I’m not gonna last long baby” he breathed as he broke apart from you “Would be surprised if you did” you panted as Eddies lips began kissing down your jaw and throat, lingering on occasion to suck harsh bruises into your skin, more than on occasion, he seemed to be doing it with every kiss.

You let out a breathless moan as his lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple, sucking lightly as his hand came up to give similar attention to the other. Two metal balls cold on his muscle as he licked at your pierced nips. He didn’t hover there long though, he continued his descent kissing down your body till he slid to his knees on the floor, hands wrapping strong around your hips to pull you to the edge as he kissed your things. 

“Ughhhh fuck I’ve missed this” he groaned as he spread your folds “Missed sex or missed staring at my pussy?” You grinned down at him as you sat up on your elbows, he looked up at you mischievously “Both” and without warning he dove in, licking a broad strip from your hole up to your clit. Your head fell back as a moan ripped through you, you know Eddie had taken to pleasuring himself but above not doing anything with Eddie you weren’t doing anything alone, the feeling of Eddie's warm tongue rolling through you a second time was almost overwhelming. 

A third long lick before he focused on your clit, shorter even licks right in the nub had you gripping the sheets. His lips wrapped around you, sucking hard as his tongue flicked up and down, your hand came to snake between his damp curls and tug harshly causing Eddie to groan as he went faster. 

“Shit baby, we- we gotta be quiet” you forced out a strained whisper between pants as the vice grip on Eddie's roots tightened, all Eddie did was hum in response as one of the hands snaked around the backs of your thighs holding you to him lifted. The hand that had previously been gripping onto the bed sheets for purchase whipped away to hold a tight fist against your lips, biting down hard on your knuckles as you felt a long thick finger slip easily into you. 

“Mm fuck” you whined against it as he pushed a second in, pumping in and out furiously as his tongue flicked at an angry pace. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something a harsh knock sounded at the door. Startling both you and Eddie as he pulled his mouth off you, head dropping down to rest his head on your mound “You gotta be fucking kidding me” he gritted through his teeth. 

You took a deep sigh as you slackened your grip on his hair, other hand coming down to the sheets to half push yourself up. “Hang on baby, mommy’ll be right there” you called strained to the door as Eddie knocked his head on your mound, the hair tickling his forehead, fingers still deep inside you. “Uh it’s just me, Steve” a deep voice sounded from the other side. 

“Oh” you fell back down on the bed, “Uh yeah?” you managed to even out your voice as you spoke, “No no don’t come in!” You shouted as you saw the doorknob turn, hand held out in the direction of the door as if to stop him. You sighed as it flung back into place “Uh I was just looking for Eddie” he tried keeping his voice down as he called through the door “What do you want?” Eddie hollered as he raised his head, irritation dripping from his voice “I was just gonna talk to you about uh my car, we talked about it earlier” 

“Yeah yeah I’ll take a look at it tomorrow” he set his chin pushing down onto the sparse hair on your mound again as he looked over to the door Aalright great I was just-“ “Steve I’ll be knuckle deep in your car tomorrow right know I’m knuckle deep in something else” he called, the offended gasp you let out as you scolded him “Edward!” with a light slap to the back of his head only had him grinning up at you smug. “Haha alright dude see ya tomorrow” Steve laughed on the other side as he heard the smack “Ok BYE Steve!” Eddie almost shouted. 

You both listened intently as you heard heavy footsteps lead away from the door “Eddie rea- ooooh shit” you broke off as Eddie set his lips back onto you, pumping his fingers in and out of you equally as fast if not faster than he had before, resuming his tackle on your clit as if nothing had happened. 

With each pump he worked faster and faster until his hand was working at an angry pace to get you to the edge, your hand pulled harder at his hair as you writhed beneath him turning to sink your teeth into the comforter. You whined as you felt that familiar feeling boil in your core, only egging Eddie on as he sucked harder. 

“Fuck I’m-I’m c-close” you whined as your hips inched away from him, Eddies fingers sinking into your skin in a bruising grip and forcing you back to him “Shit shit shit!” was all the warning as a spray of warm liquid hit him in the face, causing him to reel back. Watching in awe as you drenched his neck, chest and hand into a furious squirt. 

Within seconds it slowed to a stop as well as Eddie's fingers as he watched you panting heavily in front of him. Eyes bulging he watched as the hand that had previously ripped away from his hair to grip the sheets and fall slack next to you as you sunk into the mattress panting heavily. “Holy fuck” he breathed as he himself panted, getting to his feet and looming over you, hand falling out to keep him raised off you as his other held your shoulder gently, smoothing over your skin as he went to cup your cheek, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, pausing your panting to kiss him back. 

The skin previously dried from his shower now soaking pressing against you as he fell onto you, both hands coming up to hold you in place as he pulled you to him, head lifting from the bed to meet him. The long kiss broke apart and you fell back onto the bed, breathing slowing as you gathered yourself. 

“Scootch up baby” Eddie whispered as he pushed himself off you “Hm?” You hummed as you opened your eyes, hands pushing into the patterned throw as you pushed yourself off the foot of the bed and up to land against the pillows. Eddie crawled up the bed, hand pushing softly to part your knees and make room for him. 

Finally your daze melted away as you looked up to find Eddie on his calves, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as he stared down at you in awe, slowly pumping himself, each stroke revealing his angry red tip dribbling a hefty amount of precum. 

You chuckled breathlessly “Don’t want me to return the favour?” Eddie shook his head furiously as he toppled over to rest on top of you “Uh uh” he breathed and without warning lined himself up with you thrusting himself into the hilt. He let out a loud groan while you gasped in surprise. “Aaahahahuuuuh fuck” he complained breathlessly as the hand on his cock slithered up to grab at your hip. 

“Shiiit feel so good baby” his breath fanned against your ear as he buried his face in your shoulder, setting a slow pace of his hips, lips attaching back to your neck. The low whine of your throat only made Eddie speed his hips up “Baby, s-s’too big” Eddie laughed as you whined “Mm been a while?” he pulls his face out of the crook of your neck to grin down at you. As you roll your eyes Eddie plants both of his hands just below your armpits, leaning down to kiss you as he places one hard thrust into your hips, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside you he liked to call the danger zone for some stupid reason, actually the reason being that it either caused you incredibly pleasure, or incredible pain depending on what position you were in. This particular position was the former, and it showed as you moaned loudly against him. 

Braking off the kiss he moved a hand to plaster over your mouth as he thrusted another hard thrust, somehow managing to hit even deeper inside you, his head nuzzling back into the crook of your neck to leave bruises all along the expanse of your throat. Muffling the second loud moan as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth dropping in pure pleasure. Eddie hummed in agreement as he thrusted again “Mhm yeah thats the spot, fuck” he was now setting a slow pace of hard thrusts, each time inching deeper inside you as your hands pulled angrily at the roots of his locks. 

Your left hand moved from the grip near his neck to circle around his arm, fingers pressing harshly into the skin of his shoulder, nails digging in to leave small crescent moons into the inked slightly tanned skin. The same tattoo which had Eddie moaning in something other than pleasure as he first lay down on his back after a five hour appointment, complaining that he had to lay on his stomach till it healed. 

Now as you touched the ink Eddie only groaned as your nails scratched at his shoulder blades, hard thrust transitioning to quick smacks of his hips against yours, skin slapping against skin. That would have been the only sound apart from moans that would have been heard if it weren't for “Eddie the bed” you panted as the old wood and springs began squeaking with each of Eddie's movements. “You know how many beds I had to listen to rattling last night?” he pulled away from his attack on your reddening neck to stare down at you, panting between each word “Yeah it's our turn” he dove back in to suck hard at your collarbone. 

His hips were now at a furious pace, how he hadn't cum already he had absolutely no clue but somehow he had managed to hold off. That was until he felt your walls squeeze tightly around him, the burning in his belly he’d been ignoring became reality all too quickly. Hips working faster as he pulled off your collar to look back at you, hand still collapsed over your mouth, neck craned back into the pillow to match your eyes practically looking at the back wall. “Fuck ba- shit” he broke off in a groan as you squeezed harder around him “S-Sweetheart, n-not gonna last loOoong!” he tried to whisper but failed miserably as your ankles locked behind him pressing him further into you. 

Bed squeaking, skin slapping, throats groaning and moaning in blinding pleasure echoed all around the room as Eddie's movement stopped, bottoming out inside you in a loud groan as hot spurts of cum painted your walls. 

For minutes both of you just lay panting, a jumble of limbs as both of you tried to catch your breath. It was nice, lying tangled up with Eddie, naked and sweaty, totally counteracting your shower but it was nice, until it got too hot. You pushed Eddie off you, a reluctant grunt sounding from the back of his throat as he pulled out “Where you going?” he whispered as he felt a dip in the bed next to him while he lay eyes closed on his back. “Gonna open a window it's boiling in here” you stepped cautiously over the floorboards as you opened the old window, sighing as cool night air hit your skin. You looked back to see Eddie fucked out and spent with his eyes still closed on the bed and awkwardly picked up one of the towels discarded on the floor and whipped yourself off. 

Eddie peeked his eyes open as he saw you walk over to the duffle bags, dropping both towels on the bench “You-you getting dressed?” there was a hint of nervousness to his voice as he sat up, as if the prospect of you putting clothes on was like you closing yourself off again. “Relax I’m just putting on some underwear” you chuckled as you fished out a pair of forest green brazilians and pulled them over your legs. 

Eddie fell back against the bed again, laughing as he felt a pair of clean boxers hit his face. Pulling them on he hopped back onto the bed with a wide grin, beaming at you like a child receiving a bag of candy or their favourite toy. “What's got you so happy?” you chuckle as you nestle up to him, pushing his hands away as he was about to wrap them around you, turning to lay on your side and rest your head on his chest instead of his face buried  in your shoulder. 

“Oh you know my stock shares went up” his joke earned a laugh as he held your waist and trailed his fingers up and down your arm. The giggle you let out had his smile cracking wider and his arms holding you to him tighter. “Yup I stiiill got it” he smirked as you slapped his chest lightly. 

For once it seemed neither of you were woken by any distractions, Eddie roused slowly face mushed against your hair as he pulled back to see that during the night the both of you must have moved and he was now back to spooning you just like every other night. As the numb feeling of sleep tingled away he squeezed his fingers to find his hand cupping your breast. He chuckled as he heard the low whine from your throat, the sound jogging his memory. 

Oh fuck, hed gotten to touch you, fuck you, even made you squirt! That wasn't even something normal when you were having sex on a regular basis. Memories of being inside you, a tangle of legs, you pulling at his hair, sucking at your neck, all swam to the forefront of his mind. Leaning over he found himself stunned by the amount of deep purple and brown hickies that littered your skin, he couldn't even count them on his fingers Jesus Christ. Dark marks going all the way from just below your jaw all the way down to an inch or so away from your nipples, when did he even have time to do all that?

He was torn from his thoughts as you stirred, turning in his grasp to lay on your back, eyes slowly opening to see Eddie hovering above you, dopey grin painting his face. Your hands went up to the hem of the comforter when you frowned, lifting it up you peeked at what was hidden, frown dissipating to realisation as you whispered an “Oh right” which had Eddie snorting and dropping his forehead on to yours. 

“Mm morning handsome” you hummed as his lips pulled away from a deep passionate kiss “Morning beautiful” he croaked, head pulling back in shock “Beautiful” he croaked again, voice strained, he cleared his throat “Beautiful, there we go” he laughed as you giggled, those sweet noises once again having his heart doing flips in his chest. 

“So beach day again or you wanna do something else? Dustin mentioned a hike” Eddie rolled off you to lie on his back as you propped yourself up on an elbow next to you “Hmm well I am torn, can either watch you hopp around in that sad little excuse for a bathing suit you wore yesterday or stare at you ass in those bike shorts, it really is a tough decision” he grinned down at you, snorting you told him “Well my regular bikini is all dry now so don't worry you don't have to watch me hopp around in that other one” Eddie shrugged “Probably for the best, not easy hiding a boner in swim trunks, trust me” he widened his eyes. 

Ophelia and Roxette strolled in not much later to find Eddie getting dressed as you had wandered off to the bathroom. 

“Why are you wearing a hoodie? It's like 90° outside” Lucas threw his hands out as he plopped down next to you on the couch, everyone eating an assortment of fruit, cereal and toast. Eddie snorted from the other side of the table which had both of you turning towards him, Lucas with a confused frown and you with a warning glare “I’m just cold” you explained weakly “How on earth are you cold?” Mike sat down on the arm of the chair El was occupying. “Uh I just am?” “Oh come on, just take it off” Mike shrugged. 

“I-I’d rather not” you tried taking a bite of your toast to signal the end of the conversation, “Yeah she's gotta hide those massive hickies” Gareth sauntered over to hang of the back of Eddie's armchair taking an animalistic bit of a baconstrip “Not doing a good job by the way” you pulled the hood up further around your neck as the people around the living room area all turned to you. “Whats a hickey?” Jonathan's son Charlie piped up “Oh it's like a-” “Gareth” you turned to him to glare at him too who held his hands up in defeat “It's just a bruise sweetie, like when you fall and hurt yourself” Charlotte waddled over to pat her son on the head, everyone on the couch scooching up to make room for the pregnant lady. 

“Eh no one cares babes just take your hoodie off, you must be boiling” Charlotte smiled happily as she waved you off next to you, sighing you set your plate down and pulled the hoodie over your head, “Jesus christ!” the room erupted in laughter as near 20 hickeys in a steady flow down to the hem of your tanktop was revealed. You forced a straight tight lipped smile and gestured your hands out. Gareth slapped Eddie on his shoulder as he laughed “Didn’t know you had it in ya big guy” chuckling he stood up straight behind him “Mm thanks” Eddie grumbled as he finished the rest of his cereal. 

“Seriously what did you guys do yesterday?” Mike laughed, “Didn't you hear them?” Gareth imitated a high pitched version of a bed squeaking as you curled in on yourself. Roxette hurried over and climbed into you lap as she laughed “What is uncle Gareth doing?” the supposed uncle in question was in the midst of thrusting his hips back and forth, thankfully not making any lude imitations of moans “He's just being silly” you explained as you wrapped your arms around her. “Oh god” you sighed amused as Charlie and Lucas's son Billy copied Gareth's movements “Would you please refrain from teaching my kid that stuff? He’s four” Charlotte complained as she grabbed her son by the arm and yanked him to her “Yeah dude stop, no one wants to see that shit” Lucas chimed in. 

Soon enough almost everyone was outside gathered by the beach, save from Charlotte who went inside to rest, Jonathan following her and trusting Dustin to keep an eye on his kids. Blankets and towels were spread out in the sand and grass as the same group from the first day lounged on the chairs now back in their place from bonfire night. Kids splashed in the water as well as adults, some lying tanning in the sun or forcing sunscreen onto stroppy children. 

Roxette and Ophelia ran up jumping excitedly as you pulled your shorts down to tan, begging you to come jump off the jetty with them. After some faux complaining and getting a rise out of Roxy you agreed, laughing as they ran off in front of you. Walking past Eddie caught his attention immediately, the rim of the beer bottle he was holding falling away from his lips as it seemed that the world stopped around him and watching you move in slow motion. Teeth showing in a happy laugh, fingers wrapped around the hem on each side of your bikini bottoms, securing them to your hips, thick thighs rubbing against each other with each step, tits in a soft bounce from your movements. Faded ink tattoos mixed with fresher ones glittering in the sunlight as it sat high up in the sky. The quick one second of a flash of a smile towards him was the equivalent of an hour as you turned and continued walking. 

The laughter and chatter died around him as if he was submerged under water simply listening to the sounds of the ocean. In the back of his mind he thought he may have cooled down with his rapid heart beat and tensing in his thighs whenever he was around you in anything close to the line of modesty after you’d finally had sex, but no. If anything his heart was beating even faster than it had before in his life, not even the muffling of his chest could hide the beats from sounding out around him, much less hide the feeling of his swim shorts tightening around him. 

Sitting up straight from his wide legged slackened position he stared in awe at the plush thickness of your thighs, to your concealed mound up to the soft rolls of your tummy, slight jiggle of the fat around your arms and bounce of your tits, and Oh. My. God. As he zoned in on the particular area which consumed his mind most of the time he saw those faint outlines of hearts, pressing against the lavender fabric, had it not been for the sun beating down on you he most definitely would have seen the shape of your hardened nipples framed so perfectly by those little diamond encrusted silver hearts. 

Since this morning you had switched your nipple piercings, at some point, without his knowledge, and he knew you knew those little hearts were his absolute favourite of all the body modifications you had. She’s put those on for me. The hearts disappeared out of his view as you veered off to the small wooden dock, the globes of your ass swaying from side to side with every step you took, following your girls down as they desperately jumped up and down in waiting for you. 

Just as quick as the moment came, it was gone, as he watched you disappear under the surface of the water, cannonballing in with a large splash, Roxette eagerly on your tail, copying you and cannonballing in only a few inches away from your face. You laughed as you splashed her back, clapping as Ophelia too resurfaced. 

“Yo you listening to me?” Gareth slapped Eddie's arm in an attempt to regain his attention, not having noticed you walking by, he turned away from the small dots of your heads floating in the distance. “Hm? Oh right Zander yeah what about him?” Gareth repeated his comment about how their boss at the auto shop had slipped up with a recent purchase that was vital in the repair of a snazzy Rolls Royce he had been working on. 

Eddie's attention drifted way off from the conversation again as he saw you swim up to the ladder and pull yourself up. Water dripping off your body as you shoved your hair out of your face. Time slowed again as you dipped your fingers into the hem of your bottoms, pulling at the fabric to lay back properly over your ass from the water forcing them up to nestle between your cheeks as you jumped into the lake. The action wasn’t graceful, in fact it was far from it, but from the edge of the beach where Eddie sat currently having an out of world experience it was the sexiest, hottest thing he had ever witnessed you doing. Even though he couldn't see it he just knew the skin of your ass would jiggle as the elastic snapped back against it. 

“Seriously dude!” This time Gareth shoved him, almost spilling the beer in the bottle over his lap, most definitely making the little situation with the raging boner straining against the mesh a lot worse had it gone further than sloshing around the neck.

Somehow he managed to regain focus and partake in a conversation which mostly consisted of slagging his boss off, coupled with a few swares which had several moms turning their heads in a glare. And somehow he managed to calm down and let his mind focus on other things as his cock slowly softened beneath the black and blue fabric. 

“So Edward Munson” Steve grinned as he walked over the sand and slapped his friend on the shoulder “Don't let Nancy hear your wife calling you that, she'll start walking around calling me Stephen” he grimaced as Eddie turned from Gareth chuckling at his comment. “Seems something you did was successful” he walked over and sank down into the chair Gareth previously occupied, walking off to answer Jeff calling him over. 

“Seems so” Eddie raised his bottle in a mock cheer as Steve uncapped his own “Seriously dude you gotta tell me how the fuck you manage to hold out that long” he leaned in, deepening his voice so no one could overhear. “What hold out for six months? a hellofalot of polaroids and dirty magazines and taking alleged showers” Eddie’s smirk matched Steves as he chuckled, Steve let out a loud obnoxious snort “No, bro, you're like 40 years old-” “41” Eddie grimaced as he cut him off “Right well 41, I’ve never in my life heard a bed make so much noise, you were going at it for like 30 minutes with constant eek eek eek” it was Eddies turn to snort now as Steve copied Gareth's form of imitating the bed squeaking.

“Do 50 hour weeks at an auto repair shop and maybe you'll catch up to me” Steve laughed as he spread his legs and sunk further into the wood. Ophelia ran up dripping cold water all over him as she hung off the armrest of his chair “What's up rugrat?” Eddie ruffled her already tousled and drenched hair “Dad wanna come play princess with me, Mercy, Louise and Emma? Roxette doesn't want to, says it's for girls. Even though she is one which I don't understand” Ophelia mumbled the last sentence as a low rumble left Eddies chest in the form of a deep chuckle “Not right now sweetheart, daddys talking to Steve right now but maybe later” he offered an apologetic smile towards his daughter. Even though he loved her, he wasn't quite fond of having her smear her moms makeup on his face as he wore a blanket for a dress, he was banished from wearing your dresses since he almost flashed Roxette while jumping on the couch. 

“Okeeey” Ophelia grumbled and ran off to join Steve and Jonathans daughters who were already pulling at Charlottes arms. His gaze turned from his eldest to find you stepping off the jetty and making your way through the sand towards him. It was almost uncharacteristic how quickly he switched from trying not to upset his daughter to hungrily watch you in motion. Sure he drifted off and lost focus sometimes, ok a lot, but this wasn't something normal for him, he didn't even hear as Steve barked out a laugh beside him at the change in demeanour, before he even got a chance to let his eyes drift up and down your body you were stood in front of him, lips moving as you talked but not a single word registering to him. 

He straightened his back and fought with himself as he desperately tried not to let his eyes roam your body and instead look into your eyes giving you his full attention “Huh sorry what?” Steve barked another laugh beside him, you giggled “I just said hi” you reached over behind him to grab your towel on the back of his chair, “Oh hi” Eddie breathed as your tits hovered two inches away from his nose, suddenly all the air had left the sphere around earth and he had to sputter to find his breath.

A pressing matter swam to the front of his mind and ripped him out of his trance “Where's Rocky?” he whipped his head around to look behind you and scan the beach “She’s inside, Arianas showing her the wonders of The Notorious B.I.G” you ran the towel over your head, squeezing the water out of your hair “Great first Tupac now B.I.G, you know I really had hope for her, she was listening to Mötley Crue and everything” the brown bottle raised to his lips as he took a sip of the now luke warm beer, he scrunched his face up in disgust and propped the drink into the sand. 

“Hah relax babe, she still obsessed with Mötley Crue, not that I’m very happy about it, the day she starts fangirling over them is the day I divorce you” Eddie scrunched his face up again, soft lines forming on his nose as his brows furrowed “Im kidding!” you held your hands up. With your towel in your hand and arms out by your sides Eddie was fighting for dear life to keep eye contact with you, if only he had his sunglasses on. 

“Oh yo the car” Steve cut into the admittedly mundane but to Eddie, it was a heart squeezing conversation with his wife “Oh right!” Eddie made to stand up as you moved out of the way, eagerly you took his place as the seat next to you vacated with Steve standing to join him. 

It was your turn to oggle now. 

For the first time since December, watching Eddie pull at the neck of his threadbare t-shirt was exhilarating. Unbeknownst to you you were falling into the exact same trance Eddie had been, where the world fell silent and time stopped. Your eyes widened as you saw the sun bleached fabric float over his skin, inch by inch revealing that faint happy trail and that toned v-line pointed down like an arrow towards the price you were now dying to win over. Toned abs revealed themselves slowly next to a set of sleek inked hips, twigs and vines littered with roses winding down the v-line, roses matching the ones that sat under your right breast, peeking out from under your bra. A demon head and a spider showed on his left peck, hovering above a large majestic dragon protecting its four ribbed eggs, each symbolising a different person he admired and loved deeply, a constant reminder that he never wanted to lose them. Ophelia, Roxette, Wayne and you. 

Tattoo sleeves windled from his shoulders down to his wrists, puppet masters, bats, more dragons, daggers, dice and so much more all woven perfectly together resting under the surface of the soon to be golden brown skin. Formerly pale now tanning shining under the brightness of the sky, reflection of the water sparkling at his sides.

It was your turn to not register a word as Eddie spoke “We’re just gonna go have a look at Steve’s car, I’ll be back in a bit” you felt your neck twist as you followed the collections of tattoos on chiselled muscles past you where a hand dropped his shirt onto the arm of the chair and back behind you, leaning in your chair and twisting uncomfortably to follow the wide spread wings connecting to a female form, organs on show and hands displayed to its side, a tribute to his musical hero and favourite album In Utero by Nirvana. 

You felt like a teenager caught staring at her crush as you whipped around to look back at the beach when both Steve and Eddie turned to look back at you. 

“Dude she was totally checking you out?” Steve slapped him on his chest as they tread through the grass “What? Who?” Eddie turned to see you quickly pull back in your chair “Who do you think idiot?”.

Part 2!

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[directdogman]

why does God Himself stick around in DIALTOWN of all places? im sure he could find some cult somewhere in the world thatd treat all his needs instead of letting him be the filthy hobo he is

there's 2 layers to this question, i think. let's tackle god himself first. You're 100% right in that Dialtown itself isn't the most hospitable place to live and if God really wanted to, he could totally find a cult somewhere else that'd take care of him like a... well, God. But, what's the stop him trying to form a cult like that IN Dialtown? Dialtown, the location, isn't the problem here. God doesn't try to convince anyone of his divinity IN Dialtown itself. Dialtown's residents are so underwhelmed by God not because they're godless heathens but because God is such an underwhelming person. He doesn't lie about his identity, but when people outright rebuke his divinity, the guy dozily replies "cool beans" and walks off, content.

The guy definitely doesn't wanna be worshiped or taken care of, that's for sure. That being said, I 100% think you're correct in questioning why exactly God would hang around Dialtown because it sure as hell isn't a super nice place. He COULD surely just leave town if he wanted, as he isn't stuck wearing an explosive ankle collar that'll go off if he strays outside city limits. Why would God want to wander around Dialtown all day, only stopping to speak to passerbys, day in, day out? Hmmm.

Now, the second layer of the question. Broadly, you could ask this question about any character in DT. It's fair to ask why anyone'd wanna live in Dialtown. I think in a sense, Dialtown's like a river delta, or the pool right below a drain pipe. It's where the sewage flow ends. The trash collects here. Dialtown has a unique ecosystem, and it's home to a lot of unique people, some of whom do truly bizarre things. Realistically, many characters, both in the main and extended cast, would struggle to live day-to-day in more 'normal' places. Imagine Gingi trying to live as a hunter gatherer in downtown Chicago, or Bigfoot hanging out in Florida!

Even Mayor Mingus, Dialtown's most pretentious and sanctimonious resident, someone who feels she is cognitively above almost everyone she has ever met, is truly the same as the rest. She's too self destructive, vindictive and power hungry to sustainably survive anywhere else. She cannot form human relationships and nobody would ever work with her if she went someone desirable.

All of the characters in Dialtown are sliiightly defective and/or majorly troubled in some way. Even the architect of Dialtown, the great Callum Crown, had to physically construct the metallic legs he used to walk with. All of the datable heads are damaged/atypical in some way, with Randy's head being bandaged, Oliver missing an optical sensor, Karen having a printer head, Bigfoot having sticky tape on his head, and Norm's concealed face. Mingus has a cat head, Gingi has a flesh head. NONE of the main cast are 'normal'. But, like Crown's postcard says, Dialtown IS a haven for people who don't fit in elsewhere. It's a place where those who can't survive alone and can't survive anywhere else come and survive together, fundamentally. It's rickety and lousy, but it's home.

[orgablorga]

Hey! Mama of a very creative 11 year old girl! She wanted me to put her characters online in hopes of inspiring an artist or two! I told her to not hold her breath, but we both agree it's worth asking! Even if no one bites, she'd love some questions!

Welcome to New Hades, a chaotic, crime-ridden city of crime families and fire. Godhood is impossible, but becoming a New Hades Legend is a close second. Here are a few.

Freddy No Nose: A sadist through and through, this skeletal robot is a veritable terminator with weapon augmentations all over his body, hidden...and glaringly obvious. Tactics be damned! This guy wants to scare and hurt people. A rare breed of sadist, this skull-faced bot with eyes burning red will even sacrifice money if it means he can shed blood or oil. His bomber jacket is fire tho B)

Viole/n/t: The youngest Legend of New Hades at 17, Violet Mendes is a small, frail girl with white hair caused by a rare genetic disease that does give her electric powers, but makes them slowly consume her. She is currently housed in a high security prison for numerous computer crimes. Some call her Robin Hood, given her habits of hacking rich folks dry and giving poor people a very pleasant surprise.

Scales: Some people are just born unlucky. Hans Bank is one of them. What do you get when you combine gigantism, super strength, a bioweapon that causes the skin to become scaly, hard, and sharp teeth to grow? You get one of the top paid fighters in the Erebus Crime Family. It's said that they haven't even bothered to come up with a plan for "when" he's beaten.

Whisper: Age: Unknown. Race: Unknown. Gender: Unknown. What is known about this hooded figure that introduces themself with a metal wire to your throat? Seeing them and dying are about identical. 151,300 people die every day, a surprising amount to the same shadow of a person. (Note: The word "person" is our best guess, their species is also debatable.)

Ronnie Sharp: Money can't buy happiness. You know what it can buy? Everything else. There's a price tag on all creation, it's all pocket change to this man-shark beast of a mafia don. A skinny, short, diseased runt of his brothers, Ronnie is a spiteful, wretched, fervid demon of a shark. But it hardly matters when anyone who calls him out on this is quickly shown how cheap their life is.

Pearly White: Years ago, Mayor Zeus Chandler fiddled with a little underground super soldier experiment. He had his scientists put together a serum that makes psychotic, devoid of empathy, astonishingly clever super soldiers with strength and a healing factor to boot. But as it turns out, kidnapping homeless people and torturing them into psychopathy, then giving them superpowers is a bit of a lousy idea. The pale skin and red lips caused by the serum is what gave The Clowns their name, and if you've met one, you've met them all. Pearly is just their leader.

Harold Finley: Ah, a classic if ever I've seen one. You know those RoboCop street punks? The unrealistically mean ones? Yea, them. Those guys would run screaming if they met Johnny. What does he look like? Good question! Ask the people who've seen him. I'll take you to the cemetery. Hope you're a necromancer.

Nyx: Reading file...pros: passion, literally magic charisma, encyclopedic knowledge of explosives. cons: passion, literally magic charisma, encyclopedic knowledge of explosives. Is this leather-clad, half-shaved, blindfolded lunatic your friend? That's a coinflip if ever I've seen one. Yes, even for her. Heads? Best buds, she'll never let you down. Tails? The Devil shivers.

Simon Shady: The Ministry of Shadows seldom sends out one of their own killers, but when they do, Simon is another word for death. This man is literally made of magical shadows, complete with a noir detective getup. He always kills his target within 7 days of them hearing his name. Each, day, the target loses something they love. More than once, he hasn't even had to finish the job himself.

Gabe Golden. A bear. A literal bipedal bear. In a suit, with golden hands. Actual solid gold hands. Number 1 boxer, huge crime boss. An actual bear with golden hands in a suit. :P

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[artzychic27]

So in your Boyfriends Whenever AU, Bustier becomes a criminal in the future. Could we hear what her crime is and how the boys try and secretly take her down in the present?

Nathaniel: Hey, wanna check out that movie that’s coming out in a few months?

Marc: *Putting on chapstick* Ready when you are.

*They kiss and are teleported to an apocalyptic version of Paris with Akumas running everywhere, random fires are being started, and people like Andre Bourgeois, Bob Roth, Damocles, Audrey Bourgeois, and Thomas Astruc are in chains*

Nathaniel: What the hell is going on?!

Marc: I don't know!

Dark Cupid: HEY! I FOUND THEM! *The rest of the Akumatized Akuma Class surround them*

*Marc and Nathaniel hastily kiss and go back to the previous timeline*

Nathaniel: What the hell was that?!

Marc: How should I know?! Wh-why were they all Akumatized?! What did Shadow Moth do?!

Nathaniel: I don't know!... Dark Cupid sounded like he was hunting us down... Do you think Shadow Moth knows we're time travelers?

Marc: No... No, of course not... Maybe.

Nathaniel: That doesn't make me feel better!

Marc: Well, I'm scared!

Nathaniel: So am I! That happens like four months from now! Can we stop screaming?!

Marc: Okay!... So how do we prevent that future from happening?

Nathaniel: We just... We do nothing. Okay? If we just relax and go about our days like normal teenage time travelers, we will be fine. So... Be normal, all casual.

Marc: Yes, we're fine... You're still nervous, aren't you?

Nathaniel: I still am.

*The next day*

Mme. Bustier: Today, class, I was going to go over the new book we were going to read, but because Damocles is a fucking coward and gave into complaints from parents who were so butt-hurt about me teaching about a book with a queer couple!... We'll instead be studying the very controvercial Briar Rose.

Nathaniel: Okay, I get her anger, valid.

Mme. Bustier: And since the mayor cut funding to promote Bob Roth's lousy new music video for his clearly abused son, there will be no field trip for us this year, or new textbooks!

Nathaniel: Getting kinda fired up.

Mme. Bustier: Now if I can just rant about how much of a bastard bitch Audrey Bourgeois and Thomas Astruc are.

Nathaniel: Okay, she did something.

*After class, Marc and Nathaniel meet up in the courtyard*

Nathaniel: Hey, I gotta pause time for a sec. *Kisses Marc; time freezes around them* So, Mme. Bustier's kinda fired up. And don't get me wrong, I get where she's coming from, but some of the stuff she said... Has me worried.

Marc: Nath, you don't think-

Nathaniel: That she's the new Shadow Moth, is trying to oust corrupt people from the city, and she sent Akumas to capture us when we jumped so she can use our powers? Yes. I swear to God, if those two fucked up somehow.

Marc: Nath, our heroes are a stalker designer and an obviously malnourished model... Of course they fucked up! Should we just… You know? Take their Miraculous?

Nathaniel: Remember what I said! We do nothing! Nothing at all! If we take them, Shadow Moth may do some shit, then Mme. Bustier c-could get the Miraculous somehow, and we’re hunted down by our own classmates! It’s simple as that!

Marc: It’s really not. But if you’re right and Mme. Bustier is the next Shadow Moth, shouldn’t we try to stop her? I mean, we are here to ensure your class aren’t totally screwed over in the future.

Nathaniel: Well, what do you suggest?

Marc: … I have no clue. We are so fucked.

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[broken-clover]

15- Prizes

Trying my hand at writing Bugsnax again. This one has more of a plot but it was still fun to muck about with, having everyone playing games together.

Takes place after the second celebration event with the ghost stories, and after chandlo and snorpy return to Snaxburg. It's mostly Filbo-centric, but it has a little bit of everyone who's currently in town

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The trouble had all begun when Filbo dragged out the plywood.

After the last attempt at a party devolved into ghost stories and paranoia, he’d apparently decided he had to make up for it somehow with another little shindig. The others had amused him, partly out of pity and partly out of curiosity. Filbo might have been a lousy mayor, but he was at least creative when he wanted to be. Got the paint out and everything.

Still, nobody was quite prepared for whatever had been brewing in his brain until they were summoned to the nightly campfire.

“Um…”

“What the grump did you do, Fil-Bro?”

Cyan paws awkwardly wound around each other. “I made some games for us to play!” He announced. “Uh, there’s cornhole, there’s horseshoes, and I found enough magnets to make a little fishing game!”

Everyone looked on in grotesque curiosity, like the way one would look at a small, ugly animal. The stalls were visibly handmade and crude, but had enough effort put in to hold together. Filbo had slapped together a tiny carnival, and nobody was quite sure what to do with that fact.

Beffica pointed to a nearby table, stacked high with, to an outsider’s eye, miscellaneous junk of no purpose. “What’s with the table?”

“That? Oh! That’s, uh-” Filbo turned sheepish. “I thought it’d be a little more motivating if I made prizes. A-a lot of it’s just some things I had in storage, but Buddy helped me get some supplies to make stuff!”

“Huh, was wonderin’ what you’d asked me about knitting for…” Gramble said, eyeing a slightly misshapen, knitted approximation of a bunger by the edge of the pile.

Despite his efforts, and enthusiastic grin, nobody seemed particularly enthused themselves. Tiffany, ever the polite one, stepped forward.

“Suppose we can play a coupla rounds, yah?” She glanced at her neighbors. “We’ve all been workin’ real hard lately, a lil’ game might be good fer us!”

“Dibs on the horseshoes!” Chandlo scrambled to the pile. “Tossing metal’s gotta be some great exercise, bro!” He picked up a horseshoe and spun it around on one finger. “C’mon, Snorp-dawg! Let’s work on those arms!”

“Wasting time on frivolities when the Grumpinati are on the move…I’d much rather spend the time with my diagrams, but if you so insist, Chandlo…” Snorpy trailed off after him, far less hesitant than his voice suggested.

“Th- that’s great, you guys!” Filbo perked up. “Beffica, you wanna play a game?”

“Eh.”

“O-oh…” He moved on to the next. “Wiggle, how about you?”

She thought it over for a moment. “Hmm…while not very glamorous, I’ve heard inspiration can come from odd places. As long as it doesn’t get my fur wet, fishing might be fun!”

Filbo handed her a homemade fishing rod. She felt the weight in her paws, and looked over at the prize table. “And besides, I could do with a new accessory. It’s hard to find anything fashionable here, but those hairclips might just give my look a new bit of flair!”

Beffica immediately snapped to attention. “Hey, hold on there, those clips are mine!”

“Oh, pssh! I can hear them caaaalling out to me, darling! It’s only natural.”

“You are on, Wigglebottom!” Beffica looked over to their host. “How do I win those things, squeeb?”

“Well, uh, I was gonna have whoever won pick whatever prize they wanted from the table, nothing really planned out. All the fish have numbers on the bottom, whichever of you catches the bigger number wins!”

“Wait a sec, it’s that easy?” Cromdo butted in.

“Uhh, yeah, why?”

He grinned, showing off his fangs. “Simple economics, Fiddlepie. If I win that little trinket, then I can make those two fight each other for the highest bid! It’s supply and demand! I supply, then demand a big payload for it!”

“I dunno if that’s-”

“Outta the way, ladies! Lemme show you how an expert fishes!” Cromdo rushed by, nearly butting the two head-on to make space for himself.

Despite that, Filbo had cheered up considerably. “They’re actually playing the games! Gramble, what about-

“Oh, blast it!”

Everyone ducked as a horseshoe narrowly sailed over their heads. Snorpy crossed his arms and scowled. “This accursed thing is clearly defective, most likely a grumpinati creation designed solely to deceive me! I cannot get it anywhere near the pegs!”

“Chill, Snorp-dawg, deep breaths. You’re letting go of ‘em too late.” Picking up another shoe, Chandlo stood behind the other grumpus and directed his arm. “You gotta focus on where it’s going. C’mon. Feel the horseshoe, be the horseshoe.”

“Maybe bein’ near those two ain’t a good idea…” Gramble doddered off towards the cornhole board. This looks simple enough, ah guess.” He picked up a homemade beanbag from the top of the pile.

“You get three beanbags! Just toss ‘em at the board, and wherever they land, that’s your score!” Said Filbo.

“Uh-huh. Jus’ toss ‘em,” after a few test swings, he tossed one gently at the board, as though he could injure it. The bag limply slid along the surface, stopping around halfway up. “Five points! Nicely done, if I do say so!”

Tiffany clapped her paws together. “Good job! Mind if I give it a go?”

Filbo winced at the sound of someone growling. Beffica waggled the fishing rod over the little pool of fake fish, but was struggling to catch any.

“Don’t look at me like that, squeeb! Your game’s broken!”

“Sheesh, Beff, c’mon. That’s not how ya hold a fishing rod!” Before he could attempt a reply, Cromdo stepped in, doing a quick flick of the wrist on both hands to toss the fishing line down. “Like that, see? Gotta use your wrists more.”

“...Wrists, huh?” She tried an experimental swing, copying the salesman.

Another beanbag thumped against the board. “Wa-ha! I got four points! But I’ll get better aim next time, Gramble, so don’t you go thinkin’ you’ve got this in the bag, yah?”

She gestured for her husband to join. “C’mon, Wamby, it’ll be fun!”

“No.”

“But look at that lil’ organizer right there! Weren’tcha sayin’ you wanted something like that for yer gardening supplies?”

His expression didn’t change, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “Fine. If that’s what I gotta do to get it…”

Still, he stood back, unengaged. The two players gave another toss, with Triffany scoring a six, and Gramble’s bag skidding along until it settled right by the open hole by the top, scoring nine.

“Ha! Already gettin’ it right by the hole! I must be some kinda cornhole expert!”

A scoff came from behind them.

“Feh. Y’all ain’t foolin’ anyone, you wanna see a real cornhole expert do his thing?”

Triffany lit up with a pleased grin, tossing Wambus a bag. “Wanna put yer snaks where yer mouth is, eh?”

“With pleasure.” Without any warmup, without any practice swing, Wambus snapped his wrist and sent the bag soaring. It slid up the slick surface of the board, butting into Gramble’s last bag and falling neatly into the hole with a hollow thud.

“W-wha-” Gramble’s mouth dropped open.

“Wamby, I-” Tiffany was equally shocked, eyes wide. “I didn’t know ya had that kinda aim!”

Wambus blew on his knuckles and buffed them against his vest. “Cornhole. Showed up at every county fair I ever went to. Won my first trowel as a young’un beating the town record.”

“Gosh, whenever I think I’ve learned everything there is to know about ya, there’s still surprises!”

Filbo looked on in pride. Next door, Snorpy had finally gotten the hang of horseshoe-throwing thanks to Chandlo’s guidance, and the two were playfully bantering as they tried to outdo one another. Meanwhile, both Wiggle and Beffica were still attempting to copy Cromdo’s skilled line-casting, and Cromdo, who looked far cheerier than Filbo had seen him, probably ever, was soaking up the attention of playing teacher. Outside of friendly teasing, everyone was getting along. After last time, he hadn’t been expecting much success, but this was more a success than he could have imagined.

#frog writes #comfortober #bugsnax #filbo fiddlepie #wambus troubleham #beffica winklesnoot #gramble gigglefunny #wiggle wigglebottom #triffany lottablog #cromdo face #chandlo funkbun #snorpy fizzlebean

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

Tonight (September 12) at 7pm, I'll be at Toronto's Another Story Bookshop with my new book The Internet Con: How to Seize the Means of Computation. On September 14, I'm hosting the EFF Awards in San Francisco.

#15yrsago Mom accused of stealing daughter’s identity to attend highschool and become a cheerleader https://web.archive.org/web/20080916071716/http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5ipppcZU-H4xC9lQiAOQFSF-cfrdAD935H3G80

#15yrsago DHS: HOWTO stop (other governments’) creepy spooks from reading your hard drive and email https://web.archive.org/web/20080913005403/http://secure.wikileaks.org/wiki/US_DHS:_Foreign_Travel_Threat_Assessment:_Electronic_Communications_Vulnerabilities_2008

#10yrsago Feynman lectures as HTML https://www.feynmanlectures.caltech.edu/I_toc.html

#10yrsago David Cameron appoints a Witchfinder General for copyright https://torrentfreak.com/uk-prime-minister-appoints-new-anti-piracy-enforcement-advisor-130913/

#10yrsago Google’s lobbyists go big on climate change denial, raise money for Inhofe & Competitive Enterprise Insitute https://memex.craphound.com/2013/09/13/googles-lobbyists-go-big-on-climate-change-denial-raise-money-for-inhofe-competitive-enterprise-insitute/

#10yrsago Chicago Mayor Rahm Emmanuel apologizes for decades of police torture https://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Justice/2013/0912/Chicago-Mayor-Rahm-Emanuel-apologizes-for-two-decades-of-police-torture

#10yrsago Why fingerprints make lousy authentication tokens https://www.independent.co.uk/tech/iphone-5s-thieves-may-mutilate-owners-in-bid-to-gain-access-to-fingerprintreading-handsets-expert-warns-8808577.html

#5yrsago Sony: OK, OK, we don’t own Bach https://www.eff.org/takedowns/sony-finally-admits-it-doesnt-own-bach-and-it-only-took-public-pressure

#5yrsago Machine learning scientist quits Google over plan to launch censored Chinese search tool https://theintercept.com/2018/09/13/google-china-search-engine-employee-resigns/

#5yrsago Charter, ordered out of New York State, begs for its life https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2018/09/charter-negotiating-with-ny-to-avoid-being-kicked-out-of-the-state/

#5yrsago 20% of New York retail space is sitting vacant https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2018/09/06/nyregion/nyc-storefront-vacancy.html

#5yrsago Viral road-rage video sparks mob violence in Beijing, revealing deep regional rifts https://www.whatsonweibo.com/fury-and-loathing-in-fengtai-how-one-incident-sparked-chaos-in-beijing-neighbourhood/

#5yrsago Six years ago, North Carolina Republicans passed a law decreeing that the seas weren’t rising https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/sep/12/north-carolina-didnt-like-science-on-sea-levels-so-passed-a-law-against-it

#5yrsago How anarchist organizers in rural Puerto Rico rebooted their power grid after the privatized power company abandoned them https://www.newsweek.com/puerto-ricans-restore-power-after-hurricane-maria-1114070

#5yrsago “Spread Pricing” transparency reveals the millions CVS rakes in by gouging Medicare and prisons on prescription markups https://www.bloomberg.com/graphics/2018-drug-spread-pricing/

#5yrsago Trade negotiators are increasingly unwilling to entertain “corporate sovereignty” clauses https://www.techdirt.com/2018/09/13/corporate-sovereignty-wane-as-governments-realize-more-trouble-than-worth/

#1yrago Survival of the Richest: Douglas Rushkoff on the eschatology of libertarian exit https://pluralistic.net/2022/09/13/collapse-porn/#collapse-porn

#pluralistic

[tuxedaaron]

This was my first DP-themed holiday pic, where we have a nice group photo of Team Phantom in order to wish everyone on DA (or at least all the Danny Phantom fans, at any rate) Happy Holidays. I know, this pic is pretty late to the dance, but considering this is my first time drawing pretty much everyone on this page except Danny and Sam, there was a lot of guess-and-test involved. More than once, I actually felt like scrapping the project and trying it again next year. Still, when all was said and done, I'm glad I went ahead and finished it because I'm quite pleased with the end result. So basically, here's the scenario. Being that the holidays have come around again, once more, "the fight" rears its ugly head between Jack and Maddie. And no, it looks like they can't even let it go for 10 seconds to take one lousy picture. Under past circumstances, this would no doubt drive Danny up the wall. But he's seeing things a little differently this time around, seeing as how he has something now that he never had in the 14 years previous. Namely, a loving girlfriend in Sam, who's bound and determined to see her guy have a Merry Christmas, even if it KILLS them (and by "them", she means everyone else, not her and Danny). For this picture, Tucker has chosen to opt for his mayoral top hat, rather than his traditional beret (mistletoe or otherwise). After all, to him, a photo op is a photo op, even if it's just for private use. Meanwhile, Valerie, who is still a little unsure as to just where she stands in this group, is just trying to go with it. And oh yes, Danielle is there, too. For those of you who are not quite current with my Danny Phantom fanfic series, Danielle is living with the Fentons now. After their latest encounter with Vlad (in which Danielle was used as an unwitting pawn), Danielle's existence has now been brought to light. But the Fentons, feeling a sense of responsibility to her well-being, use Tucker's mayoral connections to fast track an adoption for her. And Jazz, for one, couldn't be happier as she throws herself into having a little sister with her typical zeal. While Danny still means the world to her, ideally, it's just easier for a big sister to be a role model for another girl. And after seeing snippets of Danielle's tomboyish nature, Jazz admits that she has got a lot of work ahead. Well, I hope you guys like what you see.  As always comments are appreciated. ^_^

#tuxedaaron #fanart #danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #danielle fenton #valerie gray #christmas #family photo

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere 2p England x Reader

“Geez! This stain just won’t come off!” You seethed between your teeth as you tried to scrub off a prevailing red stain on the linoleum countertop. Working up a sweat simply scrubbing you decided you’d rather push it off to the manager as a problem for them to solve. You abandoned it with prejudice scurrying to peek at the dwindling customers from the bulky coffee machine. 

Counting. 

One.

Two.

Thre– “Hello Poppet!” 

You jumped as the pastel owner of the bakery seemingly popped out of nowhere. You regained your composure smiling at him.

“Oh hi Mr. Kirkland, how are you doing this evening?” 

You greeted him warmly not only as your actual boss but as the kind man who decided to hire you despite being an outsider in such a small town. Moving into a tight-knit community was hard enough but actually finding someone willing to employ you was harder. But when all seemed lost for you, you stumbled into Oliver’s bakery and it was him that lovingly provided his support as you got back on your feet. 

“Oh, Poppet, didn't we talk about that name?” You swore it sounded like a threat but from all the time you’ve spent with him you knew some of the things he said just sounded like that. 

“Oh uh right Mr-Oliver. Sorry.”

“I don’t know why you even put up with such a lousy tart!” Oh.The manager. 

Luke. He was a nasty one. The spawn of the snotty underhanded mayor, given the position by some favor Oliver owed. The dude was on your back 24/7 hurling insults and complaining about everything you’ve ever done. No doubt it was his excitement for the newblood; manifesting his already unhealthy behavior into the only way he reckons he can interact with you. Oliver told you so when you complained about him. 

“Hello Manager.”

“Oh won't you do me the honors of even saying my name?”

“Shut it Pukeface.”

“”What was that, butter fingers?”

“You two…” A shadow was made by his bowed head before he rose with a twitching smile. “Quit it won’t you? I can’t stand to see you fight after such a long day.”

“Sorry Oliver.” You looked angrily at Luke as he moved past you, clearing out the register; not bothering to even apologize for his behavior. Before you could mumble an apology for him the bell had rung twice as two of the customers departed. Reminded of the lingering few customers, you excused yourself to tend to them, mostly just giving the reminder that you’ll be closing in a few minutes. 

Finally flipping over the closing sign you let out a loud sigh of relief. It had been a long day like the rest since the bakery’s popularity was at an all time high. You called out to Oliver as you closed the blinds warning him of there being no late visitors and that he could officially close the kitchen. You knew better than to walk into the kitchen to tell him. Seeing as Oliver was so adamant about keeping his recipes secret; he even hired you and Luke to manage the front exclusively. The only thing you were responsible for was the taking of orders,the creation of teas and coffee, and that should have been all but thanks to the laziness of Luke you also must clean, be the cashier, and solve any problem that should arise. 

Speaking of the lazy lous, where was he? 

You ducked into the bathroom calling his name and still no response. While Luke wasn’t known to linger after his shift was ended he never would have left without trying to bully you out of your fair share of pastries. These were supposed leftovers that Oliver gave claiming it was just some that he had’nt sold but it always begged the question as to why they were always so warm. Nonetheless it was a courtesy bestowed to only you and Luke many a time went to steal it from you. Yet he was nowhere to be found and while you weren’t complaining you found it odd. 

“Oliver! Oliver, did you see Luke leave? Oliver?” 

You peeked your head outside the back door of the building seeing nothing but the dumpsters and a lone trash bag leaning haphazardly on the wall. You returned back into the bakery looking for the two men and having no look. 

You would have dismissed it and gone home, assured that the next day you could get answers but the muffled yell coming from behind those forbidden kitchen doors made you stop. You stopped and trained your ear toward the door searching for definite evidence. Hearing another muffled scream you decided that someone probably got trapped in the freezer or is in some position to call so desperately for help. Justifying Oliver’s warning with the call for help you pushed past the doors. 

Immediately there was something of a draft running through the pristine kitchen that had shivers running up your spine. You looked around at the clean countertops and mused at the organized ingredients. You had always expected that Oliver might’ve been the time to have a messy workspace with his optimistic gentlemanly appearance. Pushing the thought away you made your way to the freezer which as you expected had the door wideopen. Thinking ahead you dragged a nearby bag of flour in front of the door keeping it open before hearing a barely audible groan from inside. You grimaced as you weaved through the hanging slabs of meat to the barely moving unrecognizable pile. 

You moved quickly trying to ignore the fearful increase of your heart. Why was there any kind of meat in a bakery? Why were they shaped like that? Like humans? Your trembling hands worked as fast as they could to reveal the battered body of Luke.   

“L-luke? W-what are you doing here? Mr. Kirkland said not to go anywhere near his kitchen!” 

The man didn’t retort; he only seemed to shake, letting his nervous brown eyes flit around from anywhere but you. Still pulling off whatever this was off of him you wondered why he didn’t seem to be helping until you removed the final piece. 

“Wh-where are your legs?”

His pants were hollow from the knee down sagging with a liquid that you can assume was blood. You tried to stop your imagination from wondering who did this and why. 

“You have to get me out of here! He’s coming!”

“Who? Who?”

“Oliver! Oliver did this! Now get me out of here!” 

“Mr. Kirkland would never! I-I don’t know what you’re on about but he’d never do that! J-just grab onto me. W-we have t-to take you to the doctors,” You turned and crouched down to carry Luke on your back.”G-get your head checked and–and then we’ll know who really did this.” 

You tried not to think about the logistics of this even as you registered how light he was now. Set on your path you turned to leave right out the freezer door only to be met by the sight of the closed door slamming. 

“NO!” Luke shouted in your ear but you continued walking to the door. Face to face with it you tried pushing it to find no result. Pushing. Pulling. Banging. Yelling. Nothing seemed to work and you were getting panicked. Feeling along the door for some kind of latch or mechanism all you found was the lock hole on the doorknob.

“This..can be locked from the inside?”

“HE’S COMING! HE’S COMING! HE KNOWS HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!”

“Luke can you please be quiet, I need to focus.” 

“Yeah Luke, why don’t you quiet down?” 

You turned to see the man of the hour, Oliver Kirkland standing where you had just walked moments ago, directly behind you and Luke who was now leaned up on the wall nearby. Smiling his usual smile. 

“I-I’m so glad you’re here w-we didn’t mean to come in here but we got trapped an–” 

“Oh Poppet I’m just glad you didn’t leave yet! I was looking for you all over!”

“Y-you were?”

“I was. Did you eat the eclairs I left for you?” 

“Uhm no– uh can you help us get out Luke is injur–”

“Why not?” 

“B-because I heard that Luke was in trouble! Mr. Kirkland, do you realize this is a serious situation!?” 

 “Oliver.”

“Are you listening to me at all right now!?” 

“I don’t like your attitude, Poppet.”

“WHO CARES IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!” You immediately jumped at your own volume. You’d never shouted at Oliver let alone gotten angry at him for anything. But then again you’d never been afraid of him either. 

He sighed exasperated before looking at you like a disappointed parent. 

“Poppet I don’t stand for tantrums but I’ll forgive you if you eat your eclair now.” 

“What!? No!” 

You tried to go around him but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you. Before you could turn to wrench your arm away you were flung once again to the locked door of the freezer. You were pulled off the door by that same arm only for it to be twisted to your back in a restrictive hold. 

“Ahh!” 

You cried out as more pressure was put on your twisted arm rendering the other one useless. You could feel the warm angry breaths he made along your ear. An eclair was stuck in your face nudging at your pursed lip. 

“Now Poppet, you’ll be a good babe and eat your eclair. Do it.” 

“Ok-ok-but will you help Luke?” 

“Sure dear.” That was easy. 

You took a tentative bite looking into his threatening gaze. You settled to focus on the eclair instead as it seemed the look in his eyes only made your heart beat faster. Taking the last bite you noted the remaining icing coating his fingers. 

“Lick it.” 

“Bu-Ohm!” 

The moment you opened your mouth to protest he shoved his fingers into your mouth. You tried to pull away but the pain in your arm stopped you. Your only option was to let your boss explore the reaches of your mouth leaving nothing untouched. Satisfied, he slowly pulled out making sure to caress the walls of your cheek and making a string of drool from your mouth and his hand. You’d hope he’d just break it ending your embarrassment but he pushed his own cheek closer to yours. Practically kissing you from the side he licked whatever residue of your drool that was left replacing it with his own. It was like he was teasing you with how slow he was moving letting his eyes peer at you in all your vulnerability.

He moved away slowly lingering as he released your arm, all for you to buckle over trying to catch your breath and not trigger your gag reflex. You heard steps walking deeper into the freezer moving around to a specific spot. 

“Were you worried I forgot about you, boy?”

Oh no Luke! 

“WAIT NO PLEA–” 

SLICE

Thunk!

Thunk! 

You were too scared to look but you were sure that Luke was no more. You felt like you owed it to him to at least see how he went. But when you looked up all you could see was the blurry image of a man in a pastel sweater splattered with crimson stains, smiling at you with a heavy blush on his face. 

“Looks like my Poppet is ready for their nap!” You could barely feel the wet and warm hands of Oliver as he cradled your face, trying to grasp how quickly you were losing consciousness.”

“..W..w..hy..?”

“Oh Poppet, bullies fight all the time to get their hands on a sweetness like you!” He put his hands under your arms pulling you into his lap, nuzzling your head as you laid nearly limp. With a peck to your nose and then a peck on your cheek. 

“I just had to be first.”

He kissed you hard against your lips before picking you up. By now you can’t even open your eyes but you hear the sound of the lock and the receding coldness of the freezer. You can hear his humming, the sound of locks clicking, the feel of a plush mattress, and the warmth of another human being. 

“You are only mine (Y/n)...My sweetness…I expect all the bullies to come searching for you and when they do I will gladly bake you more.”

#yandere 2p hetalia #yandere 2p england #yandere #yandere x reader #Yandere Oliver Kirkland #oliver kirkland #2p england #pocreaderfriendly #eclairs #implied cannibalism

[larkscribbles]

🦑Caught to Order🦑

[ao3] Word count: 1006

Greater Marrows new fisherman ponders his abrupt arrival. A horrifying find jars him from his thoughts.

(Based off the start of the game so hopefully no spoilers!)

The sun had begun to dip towards the horizon, painting the sky in swathes of yellow and orange. The sea slowly but surely had grown more agitated, now lapping aggressively at the sides of the fishing vessel. I lamented there was only one lousy rod on the loaned ship. It had done the job well enough so far, at least.

With nothing better to do, my mind drifted back to my abrupt arrival. The crash. I couldn’t remember much - the memory was blurred at the edges, distorted. It didn’t make sense. I could handle a boat, couldn’t I? The lighthouse hadn’t pierced the thick fog as it should have. As the mayor had said - “It was shining right at you”. In daylight my new vessel had passed the scene of the accident. The rock wasn’t there anymore. Or maybe it was - no - had it shifted? Damn it. It was as if the ever-present fog had muddied my own mind. The townsfolk almost seemed scared of it. The lighthouse keeper certainly was, the perpetual scowl etched on her face. Or maybe that was just when conversing with me - an outsider. Everyone else had been friendly enough.

I was jarred out of my thoughts by the telltale thrashing of a fish. The blanket of night had crept in - how long had it been? I stumbled towards the line. The catch fought with an unnatural strength and rhythm. Finally, I reeled it in, scarcely believing my eyes, choking on my own breath. The rod landed with a clatter, slamming the writhing thing onto the deck.

It should have been a squid but it wasn’t. Not entirely.

The mantle was intact but it soon ballooned into something grotesque and twisted. Soon the maroon head of the squid became ribbons of flesh, engulfed by a green glowing gelatinous sack. It was a miracle, or perhaps a curse that it was alive. Malformed tendrils writhed beneath it. No tentacles, eyes, or mouth to feed itself. Just a carrier… of… something. The smaller viridescent cores were suspended within a mass of goo. I dared not touch it. The blood - ichor more likely, it was thicker than blood - around the hook was black.

Panic seized my chest. I didn’t know what to do in the face of such an aberration. My face burned with heat despite the cold shards of fear that pierced my lungs with every breath. My ears rang in alarm, head began to throb the more I dared look at it. This was wrong. All wrong. A distant, distorted wail of a foghorn brought me back to my senses. I made an effort to slow my breathing with the rising and falling of the boat, consoling myself with the knowledge I was not far from Greater Marrow. I would return to solid land where I could steady my nerves and get an appraisal of this thing from the fishmonger there. Yes, I would be interested to hear his appraisal. He had asked for an odd fish. Not something like this- I took another steadying breath. It was just a fish, nothing more. As I turned the ship to leave, I saw it had stopped moving. It had died seconds since it was removed from the water and yet it continued to twitch and pulse out the corner of my eye. I doggedly focused on the lights of the town, revving the engine louder than needed to try and drown out my own thoughts. No matter how much it made my skin crawl it was just a fish.

The fishmonger did not seem surprised when the bell announced my arrival. He politely averted his gaze at my state of disarray, bushy eyebrows lowering to cover his eyes. His expression soon shifted when I presented my find to him, hands shaking. He knew I’d found it. This was far from a mere ‘deformity’ as he’d described. I was seized by a pang of guilt. I shouldn’t have given this to him, I shouldn’t have. I knew he intended to eat it. Eat it! He hadn’t been subtle about his intentions at all. I could be killing this man for all I know-

I had scarcely been listening to what the man was saying, his appraisal of it, head bobbing in approval. He picked up the specimen with no fear, feeling it for a moment before bringing a sharp knife to its side and splitting it cleanly in half. Green and black mingled on the wooden counter. An air of morbid curiosity settled as he picked out a square of fabric - a delicately patterned handkerchief, white with crimson thread - from within the sludge. I tried to focus. He paid me generously from the catch, asking I send more of these monstrosities his way should I find them. Bile burned my throat. The world swayed precariously beneath my feet as if I was still at sea.

In the blink of an eye I found myself back in my boat, in bed, suppressing the urge to tremble. I would not be able to sleep if I did not find peace now. Shapes and shadows danced tauntingly across the cabin window, until a man manifested from the darkness. My stomach lurched, the cold shock of fear spreading through my system. His face was entirely obscured by the contrast of the glare from the light inside the cabin against the dark sky and sea. I scrambled to my feet. He leant against the frame, unperturbed by my horror.

“I know what you took to the fishmonger. And I’ll be clear - I know he extracted an artifact from it. I need to inspect it. But not here. Meet me on Blackstone Isle. Head out of this bay and cut South. I have a business proposition for you that you’ll want to hear.”

Suddenly he stepped backwards, the night enveloping him like a cloak. He did not wait to hear my response. His final words rang in my ears, haunting.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Sleep did not find me that night.

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[brittanithewriter]

The Muse

By

Brittani Harris

The words, “Chapter One” glared back at me on the computer screen; two words that taunted me for the last two hours. What was to come after was a complete mystery to me. How do I start? What sounds intriguing enough to capture the reader in only one sentence? My mind drew a blank. No wonder seeing that my day was spent pacing back and forth in my one-bedroom apartment, torturing myself over a lousy sentence. This would be my third book and because of that, expectations were through the roof. I had something to prove because I refused to be a two-hit novelist; coasting off that fame years later. No, I was more than that. For hours, I sat at my desk in my sweats and coffee-stained shirt, gazing at the screen of my laptop like I was the undead. My eyes were nearly bloodshot from the lack of sleep and my skin was pale from the deprivation of sunlight.

In the back of my mind, I could hear my editor's shrill voice screaming about deadlines. She invaded my brain like a Nazi; a literary parasite. She had come over earlier, dressed in her gray pantsuit and red blouse from Nordstrom. Her blonde hair with dark roots was placed in a high bun as she barked at me like a Chihuahua. Over the years, I have known her, she has always been a bit of a prude. I have learned to zone her out, focusing my eyes on her crow’s feet and the way her lipstick always managed to smear onto her teeth. Given a few beers, I would probably find her somewhat attractive. Somewhat.

Much time had passed and the sun started to set. My thoughts were frozen in time and I could not for the life of me figure out a way to throw them out. “What to write, what to write?”, I asked myself as I tried my talents at balancing a pencil on the bridge of my nose. My genre was crime thrillers and serial killers for everyone loves a good psychopath, but everything has been done. From the slashers to the immortal maniac who just won’t die; there was nothing new under the sun. Some fresh air was in order. Hopefully, a night ride would get the literary juices flowing. There was a solace to be found during the night. It wasn’t the normal hustle and bustle one would experience during the day. There were fewer cars, but louder people; fewer things going on, but more secrets. The scattered lights decorated the buildings downtown as lights streamed across a Christmas tree. It is said that the night belonged to the poets and the madmen. I straddled the fence to which one was I.

            As I drove through the deserted city streets, I gazed at the empty sidewalks and blinking streetlights. It was all my inspiration; the moon was my spotlight. The night was my canvas for many stories were just waiting to be painted. However, where was my muse? Where was the catalyst to spark my imaginative thoughts? All there were a scatter of homeless laying their heads wherever they may. They rested on the sidewalks and the curbs, the benches of the bus stop. A serial killer of the homeless? A brilliant idea if it wasn’t already done by James Matheson three years ago, in his book, The Jefferson Street Killer. A madman brings fear into the shanty towns of Jefferson Street, Philadelphia. Spoiler Alert—the killer was the mayor of the city bent on cleaning up his city one bum at a time. Original, I suppose.

Originality is always key; however, there are only several stories a writer can write about. Nothing will be the same, but there would be similarities. I despise similarities. My editor hated it more. I imagined her kale smoothie breath exhaling upon my neck, snarling the words “mediocre” and “bland” as though they were profane. September 15th continued to flash across my mind like a torturing reminder of my possible impending failure. I refused to hang onto the teats of mediocrity. Destiny deserved to give me more. Success was warranted for me.

My stomach began to growl. All I had to eat today was Greek yogurt I found in the back of the refrigerator behind a week-old carton of milk. I must remind myself to throw it in the trash once I get home. I couldn’t survive off that, ten cups of coffee, and a can of Red Bull alone. Up ahead, I could see the large sign for Ezra’s Diner, with the light on the “z” out and leaving it to read Era. It was open all day, known for its fluffy pancakes and delicious, sweet tea that tasted the closest to diabetes. Before I realized it, the car was steering into the parking lot. I parked out front, somewhere close where I could see the car from wherever I sat. Though I do love the night, I knew of the hoodlums who saw it as their own criminal playground.

Heading toward the entrance, I could already see that there was only one cook and one waitress working tonight. In a booth at the far end of the diner, there was a homeless woman comforting herself with a cup of coffee, dressed in dingy layers of clothing, looking as though she had not bathed in days. Faint music played throughout the diner. It was something from the eighties, but I couldn’t name the specific song. I made myself comfortable at the counter on a stool, greeted with a tired hello from the waitress as she placed the menu in front of me. She was dressed in a yellow diner shirt and white apron, with her sandy blonde curls, pulled back into a ponytail. Judging by her hands and the slight wrinkles that formed on her forehead every time she made a curmudgeon expression, she was nearing her mid-forties.

            Glancing through the menu, my hunger decided on an omelet and a glass of water. I could feel my body rejecting the caffeine as though I was going through a withdrawal. It didn’t take long for my omelet. I commended the chef with a thumbs-up on his timely cooking skills; fast, but still with top quality. The first bite was the sweetest; not too cheesy, but just cheesy enough. As it hit my taste buds, it felt like heaven. It was at that moment, all thoughts surrounding my book faded away. I could care less about the plot or a great title. I couldn’t even think up a measly character. My mind was as blank as the homeless woman’s gaze. No, this omelet was all I needed. Unfortunately, my editor’s voice crept into my head, nagging me to stay focused.

Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines! The witch would not leave me in peace.

Suddenly, the bell rang as the entrance door swung open. The waitress looks at the door, managing a half-grin. My eyes were fixed on my plate as I cut the omelet into reasonable pieces with the side of my fork. Through my peripheral vision, I could see someone dressed in red from the chest to above the knee approaching me. I turned slightly, seeing it was in fact a red dress worn by a woman of a slim frame. The dress looked expensive. I was never the one for keeping up with fashion, but I questioned why a woman dressed like that would even trouble herself to step into an establishment like this. As she drew nearer, I could smell her perfume. It was a mixture of a sweet floral scent and fruit candy. The aroma was slightly intoxicating the closer she became. She stood beside me, asking the waitress for a cup of coffee with four creams and four sugars, refusing to see a menu. Her voice was slightly shaken as she spoke to the waitress as though nervous about something. There was a slight southern drawl in certain annunciation in words. My first guess was Texas. With a nod, the waitress went to make a fresh brew of coffee.

The woman sat at the counter with a stool placed between us. As the waitress began to pour coffee into her cup, I timed a quick glance where I could fully see her thick long brunette hair that she slung to the right. Her skin was of an olive hue; flawless. She reminded me of a character from my first book, “Lavender and Lust”. She was the real-life Sophia Schaffer, having an outer innocence that hid a deceiving interior. Sophia was the female lead in a crime thriller filled with seduction and twists. She was charming and manipulative, able to persuade any man with her feminine wiles. Initially, I based her off an ex of mine who I found sleeping with her professor in the bed we shared. Like the mattress, our relationship went up in flames.

Miss Red Dress had my full attention. I subtly watched her slowly drink her coffee and stare into the mug as though it was a crystal ball that contained all the answers.

“My name is Veronica; in case you were asking.” she greeted, catching me off guard and causing me to almost choke on a piece of omelet.

            I washed my food down with a glass of water. Even still, I was at a loss for words. It was unusual for a writer, I suppose. We locked eyes for a second, me gazing into her piercing greens. She exuded an unbelievable beauty; something I could not put into words. She was more than a Sophia. Before I could say a word, my name left her lips. I loved how it sounded; sweet. She immediately recognized me, stating how she read both of my books and was an admirer of my work. I could only chuckle nervously for the picture used in the back of my book was a seven-year-old headshot originally for a failed-to-start acting career. I confirmed who I was which started an exchange of flirtatious dialogue between us. Her voice was steady and more relaxed as she shared stories of her childhood in Louisiana. I was caught on her every word. I loved how her eyes lit up every time she spoke about her ideas and aspirations. She went on to tell me how my first book was her favorite; how she could identify with Sophia. How I described her independence was what intrigued her. Veronica went on and on about how she admired Sophia’s strength. Typical. Women seemed to always identify with a strong female lead; a woman in control. That is what Veronica wanted in life-- control.

Our conversation went on for over an hour, her coffee getting cold and my plate nearly clean. Veronica took a pocket mirror from her purse and stared at her reflection, making sure her lipstick was still intact. In my eyes, she was of complete perfection. She was my new Sophia sent to be by unknown circumstances. It wasn’t long before I felt her hand upon my thigh, gently caressing. I could see a lustful grin on her face as blood began rushing to my lower body. I was a fly trapped in her shameless web. With a flick of the hand, I gestured to the waitress for our checks. It was necessary that she knew how much of a gentleman I was. Veronica leaned closer and whispered in my ear that she wanted to take me home. Goosebumps formed on my neck and forearms. One cannot force those willing, and I was more than that. As she stood up from her stool, my eyes fixated on her backside. Her hips swayed from side to side as she headed toward the exit, looking over her shoulder and winking back at me. The check could not have come more quickly. Five dollars for the omelet with two extra dollars for a generous tip.

I hurried after Veronica out onto the parking lot. She stood beside the black Toyota Corolla, leaning against the passenger side, motioning me over with her finger. With a press of a button, the doors were unlocked, and we both climbed inside. Starting up the car, the radio played early nineties rock music faintly through the stereos. Veronica crept her hand onto my thigh, moving higher toward the crotch of my pants as I drove through the streets with no specific destination in my mind. My mind was flustered by all the blood left for the south. She leaned in closer, and me feeling her breath on my neck with the slight touch of her lips. Her sexuality was inebriating; a strong aroma filled the car and gave my body chills. She directed me to turn left on the next street. There was a dark alley up ahead that was secluded and private. Veronica had charmed my mind and now, she wanted to enthrall my body.

I parked away from the streetlights to remain unseen and turned off the car. The silence was immediately broken by her lips and body pressing up against her mind. Her lips were as soft as pillows and her skin was just as smooth. She tasted like sweet hazelnut coffee and her hair smelled like lilacs; freshly washed. My hands maneuvered throughout her body causing her to moan in sensual ecstasy. Slowly, my hand slipped into her shirt, palming her ample breasts, while my other hand gently gripped her neck. Veronica playfully chuckled for she liked a bit of the rough. She was such a Sophia. Tighter I gripped her neck with both hands this time, pressing harder onto her lips. Her breathing became labored as she struggled for air which made me squeeze tighter. Her whimpers and gasps were arousing. I could feel her tears stream from her eyes onto my face. There was a need to scream, but she could not obtain enough air.

A few seconds passed and the breathing ceased; no whimpers or gasps. There was silence. Her body was limp and I could feel all of her weight. I leaned back to stare at her face, seeing that life had left her eyes. They were no longer piercing but rather a dull green. Her beauty forever remained. My beautiful Sophia. I placed her carefully onto the passenger seat, placing her arms gently on her lap. With the back of my hands, I wiped her tearful face dry, feeling the warmth of her skin. I exited the car and headed to the trunk. Popping it open, there inside was the lifeless body of my editor, still in her gray pants suit and now wrinkled red blouse, lying in the trunk of her own car. Her bun unraveled, leaving her hair disarrayed messily over her place face. Her neck was badly bruised. I could see and feel the moment when my neck eventually snapped from my strength. She was like a rag doll; cold and pale. Reaching behind her, I retrieved the gas can I filled up at the gas station around the corner from my apartment.

Starting with the trunk, I drenched my editor’s body with gasoline as though quenching her thirst. I continued with the rest of the car, making sure the bodies got the most out of it all. The smell of the gasoline was gradually becoming nauseating. No longer could I admire my work without feeling the urge to heave. A small box of matches in my front pocket. A quick scratch of the match and the flames were ignited. I took a second to marvel at what I had just done; what I accomplished literally with my bare hands. A simple flick and the car was engulfed in flames within seconds. The scene was entrancing; the warmth from the fire was oddly comforting. Free was the only word to describe how I felt at that exact moment. No more deadlines, no due dates, and no pressure. The best feeling of all was that I finally had my story. The characters and plot were swiftly developing in my mind as the stench of burning flesh reached my nose. A writer who killed for his stories. It was brilliant.

            Police sirens were heard blaring in the distance. My veneration was coming to an end. A smile emerged on my face as I disappeared into the night, heading home with the start of the first chapter pulsating through my head. 

“There was a need for excitement and danger for him. There was a need for blood.”

#creative writing #short story #fiction #thriller #suspense #writers on tumblr #writing #authors

[elanorjane]

Screw The Roses, Send Me The Thorns (Pt. 1)

Gift for @kelyon for @rumbellesecretsanta

Prompt: Mutually horny at family event 

A/N: This is fiction, not reality, the romance is compressed into a very short time period. Remember: safe, sane, and consensual, friends. 

These people were only Gold’s family in the loosest sense of the word. 

Regina insisted on holding these mock “family” holiday gatherings every season. He’d rather be at home, with a bourbon, in his library. Or in his shop tallying his ledgers. Better company, either way. 

But Regina Mills, by a twisted set of events, was the adoptive mother of his biological grandson. A child Bae, and himself, did not know existed until fairly recently. His son had only recently reentered his life after decades of estrangement. Gold came to these little gatherings as a favor to Bae. It was one of the olive branches he could muster in their still fragile relationship. Unfortunately, rebuilding a relationship with his son included regularly coming in contact with the whole damn town. 

This performative family was not for him. And the "family" seemed to grow every year, much to his dismay. First Emma, his grandson’s biological mother. Then her parents, the Nolans, David and his equally insufferably sunny wife Mary Margaret. Then Regina and her idiotic sister, Zelena. In a display of her status as Mayor, Regina now expanded these events to now include Storybrooke’s most influential, at least by Regina’s standards, citizenry. Beside the “family”, their gathering now included Jefferson, her stylist and decorator, Sydney Glass, her counsel, Dr. Archibald Hopper, town shrink, and a handful of other rotating characters, depending on Regina’s mood. If he wanted to be with this many people he'd spend more time at Granny's. 

It was not lost on Gold how tragically ironic it was that the town’s feared pariah was now lousy with family. His eyes roamed up and down the long dinner table, a stark black and white decor that matched the rest of the stately manor. In a nod to the season, blood red poinsettias were sprinkled here and there to dramatic effect. He recognized everyone at the table, of course. He made it his business, both literally and figuratively, to know everyone in town. But he also made certain that none of them knew him, not really. Occasionally his and the mayor’s business desires lined up and they worked in tandem when it suited Gold. David Nolan acted like they were friends every time he saw him, much to Gold’s bewilderment. And he continued his campaign to regain the trust of Bae, or Neal, as everyone else at the table called him. 

Bae sat near the head of the table with Henry and Emma, with Regina at the head looking smugly down her line of descent. Honestly, she was worse than some men and their obsession with progeny and the continuation of their line of succession. Dr. Hopper would have something to say about that, he was sure. 

Gold sat further down the table, by choice. He didn’t need to exercise his power in this sham hierarchy. He knew who really reigned over the town, and it wasn’t the person in possession of the official title. But while Regina’s objective was to protect her power, Gold’s was to protect himself and his family, his real family. And he did that through maintaining control and influence. His desire was to protect himself and Bae. Anything, or anyone, else was meaningless.  

Gold looked at his drink, using his long fingers to twist the apéritif against the white tablecloth. Inane chatter created a tiresome buzz around him. Worse than that, he was bored. And when he was bored, he was left to his own devices to amuse himself. His eyes swept up and down the table again. Little pleasure to be had at this table. He knew he had to keep his sharp tongue in check for Bae. This gathering was meaningless to him, but important to his son. If he says something biting and Bae gives him one of those disappointed looks…he couldn’t stand the further disconnection. Gold fingered the ring on his hand, restless. Under the table his good leg bounced. Hired waiters reached at each guest’s right, removing the appetizers in readiness for the main course. Only a quarter of the way through the meal and his restraint struggled to find a release valve. 

“Screw the roses, send me the thorns.” 

A low-pitched accent had him glancing up. The newest addition to the “family” met his eyes. And what eyes. Big, round blue orbs twinkled at him. Miss French, the town librarian. Well, she will be if she ever got that mess of a library up and running. The eyes and the voice were in contrast to her innocent cherub face. Her eyes said she’d read some books in the restricted section. Her voice suggested she’d like to try some of the things she’d read. She was staring at him, as if she’d expected to get his attention with her comment.  

She was seated diagonally from him, next to Gaston LeGume. The librarian and the pet shelter caretaker. How quaint. They sat at the end of the table because that’s where Regina sat the newest, least politically savvy of the gathering. But as members of the community running town services under Regina’s purview, they warranted an invitation. Regina wanted to either impress them or put fear in them. The librarian, he noted, looked neither. 

LeGume was chattering away next to her, but Gold didn’t hear a word he said. Her remark was obviously in response to something LeGume had said, but the librarian kept regarded Gold across the table. Like she was challenging him to enter the conversation. Gold raised an eyebrow at her. She raised one right back. The insolent little creature.

The phrase that piqued his interest was one he hadn’t heard in a long, long time. She was too young to know the classic guide to sadomasochism, subtitled “The Romance and Sexual Sorcery of Sadomasochism.” Considering sadomasochism as “sexual magic” had always resonated with him. It was delicate, like he imagined a spell would be. It required the precise blend of trust, fantasy, and sensuality. Get it just right and SM could be intensely erotic and deeply intimate. Many many years ago he was active in that community. He hadn’t dipped back in in a number of years. Mostly because he couldn’t find the right partner to join him in the dark, to make the formula complete. It was always off, somehow, despite his efforts. The frustration over not being able to conjure the correct spell forced him to abandon SM and he’d begun to suspect the incomplete desire would haunt him for the rest of his life. 

Still, the contradictions of Miss French raised his suspicions. 

“Read any good books lately, Miss French?” He interrupted LeGume’s blathering, who blinked and gaped at him like a fish. 

Miss French didn’t seem to mind his rudeness. In fact she settled more comfortably back in her chair. 

“In fact I have, Mr. Gold.” It was the most words they’d exchanged since she arrived in town months ago. “It’s one I’d never considered until recently, but based on positive recommendations I finally tried it out. The Story of O. Have you ever read it, Mr. Gold?” She was all politeness.

He couldn’t help the tick in the corner of his mouth. “It’s an old favorite. I haven’t had reason to revisit it in some time. Are you finding it,” he let the word hang in the air, “satisfying?” 

“Oh yes.” She didn’t even blush. “Like any good book, it’s…” she mimicked his speech, “arousing some new ideas in me.” 

He sat back in his own seat, no longer bored. “Glad to hear it. You may have inspired me to pick it up again.”

“I have it on my bedside table if you need a refresher.” She broke eye contact to look up and politely thanked the waiter on her left as the main course dishes were placed on the table. 

“What book are you talking about?” Mary Margaret chimed in. She was on the other side of Belle and caught part of their exchange. “My book club is always looking for recommendations.” 

Gold looked down to hide his smirk. The idea of virginal Mary Margaret reading the erotic novel by Pauline Réage was laughable. But he looked at Belle to see how she’d handle it, positive she’d regret her recklessness and flush with embarrassment. 

“The Story of O,” Belle repeated for the benefit of the table, matching his challenging stare. “A French novel from 1954.”   

The title was met with silence. 

“Oh,” Mary Margaret said. “I’ve never heard of that one. I’ll have to look it up.” 

He knew it was more polite, empty words. Nobody at this table would look up the book. For one, Regina made them put their phones in a bowl on their way in. (He kept his. He knew how to act civilized at a dinner table.). Second, he'd be surprised if anyone in this town knew how to read. From what he could tell they seem to spend the majority of the time running around like idiots.

With much pomp and circumstance the main course, a turkey, was placed in the middle of the table. The legs were crossed and tied over the bird’s cavity with kitchen twine.

“Don't things look so much more delectable all trussed up?” Belle chirped across from him.

~tbc~

#rumbelle #rumbelle secret santa

[airyairyaucontraire]

First up, my family’s house is perfectly all right and we have everything we need for the moment. We’re safe.

The scary shitty weather continues, and all Auckland schools, early childhood education centres, etc are to stay closed until 7 February (otherwise, tomorrow would have been the first day of term for many of them, and my nieces were due to have their first day of school on Wednesday). People are being urged to stay at home tomorrow to keep the roads clear (there are a lot of closed roads too) and reduce the risk of getting cut off at work or school unable to get home.

I’m still waiting to hear from my work whether the courts will be closed and whether we’re expected to go in. I’ve asked repeatedly in the office group chat. Honestly, if we are I might ask for a day’s leave. I’m not up for driving through that, it’s just a bad idea.

They had to move the alligators at the zoo because the creek overflowed into their pond! (I think this might be about ensuring the alligators can’t get over the bank into the creek and make a daring escape.)

My mother is presently vigorously flipping off the mayor on the TV news (he has dealt with the emergency very poorly and his communications look particularly lousy when we’re all used to the excellent standard set by Jacinda Ardern).

#meanwhile in new zealand #weather #climate change #aotearoa #can i just say i am sure efeso collins would have done a much better job and i voted for him

[cyn-write]

Songs of Savanaclaw

I was listening to one of my broadway playlists and thought, "Hey! this reminds me of (insert twst character)." That single thought lead me down a rabbit hole of finding songs (specifically from musicals) that match the characters! This is the second installment in my "Songs of..." series (you can listen to "Songs of Heartstyble" here). So without further ado: Songs of Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

"Wait for it" from Hamilton

~Aaron Burr and Leona have a lot in common, both are seen as second-best next to their competitors (Hamilton, Melleus, and Leona's Big Brother) and have a more "laid back" approach to life and share flaming envy. This song where Burr explains his reasoning for "waiting" makes me think of Leona and a few lyrics that remind me of him are: "I am the one thing in life I can control /(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)/I am inimitable /I am an original,"; "Hamilton doesn't hesitate /He exhibits no restraint /He takes and he takes and he takes /And he keeps winning anyway /He changes the game /He plays and he raises the stakes,"; and "He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit /I'm willing to wait for it (Wait for it) /I'm willing to wait for it."

Ruggie Bucchi

"King of New York" from Newsies

~Ruggie would fit right in with jack and the Newsies, I had a hard time picking one song to embody our favorite Hyena. But what made me lean towards "King of New York" was all the vignettes of Ruggie taking Leona's wallet and enjoying himself with the small moment of wealth. A few lyrics that just scream Ruggie Bucchi are "A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces /A permanent box at Sheepshead races /A porcelain tub with boilin' water /A Saturday night with the Mayor's daughter,"; "Nobbin' with all the muckety- mucks, /I'm blowing my dough and goin' deluxe."; and "Look at me, I'm the king of New York! /Suddenly, I'm respectable /Starin' right at'cha /Lousy with stature"

Jack Howl

"Make a Man out of You" from Mulan

~ My first dip into movie musicals, this song fits Jack perfectly. This song about what it takes to be a "man" embodies Jack as he is: "With all the strength of a raging fire /Mysterious as the dark side of the moon /(Be a man) /We must be swift as the coursing river (Be a man) /With all the force of a great typhoon (Be a man) /With all the strength of a raging fire / Mysterious as the dark side of the moon"

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Stay tuned for more "Songs of..."

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#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #savanaclaw #twst savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #twst leon #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #jack howl #twst jack #musicals

[sweetcloverheart]

Unpopular Opinion Time

I feel like Marinette’s status as both the underdog and Chloe’s rival/victim in the first season isn’t given the proper weight it should have in the story proper

Like, Chloe’s awful to Marinette, no doubt about that, and the stuff she does to her (stealing her diary, trying to pass off her hat as her own, everything in season 3 and onward, etc.) is very cruel and standard bullying fair - but it doesn’t really have an impact (or at least not as much) as a narrative device because aside from making Marinette feel embarrassed for a bit or hindering her confession attempts to Adrien, Chloe’s bullying Marinette doesn’t effect her place as a student in a meaningful way. Even when she schemes to make her look bad/miserable, everyone in the class continues to like and adore Marinette, while hating or finding Chloe annoying because of the bullying and her being an overall jerk (hell, they immediately jump in to defend the former from the latter a good third of the time). For all we’re told about how terrifying it is for Chloe to go throwing her parents weight around against anyone who stands up to her, the students don’t necessarily act that way, and aside from her nigh-constant skirting away from responsibility for her actions (which is more of a consequence of the teachers at Dupont not doing their jobs), Chloe never really displays that actual status in all it’s terror or unfair popularity. The only real negative impact she’s had is with the Akumas, and that gets solved pretty easy thanks to Labybug and Chat. It’s honestly part of the reason I felt Lila was the better bully antagonist- even if she gets rarely used and is mostly build-up that goes nowhere, she actually did caused a negative impact to Marinette and her life with her actions, short lived (and requiring so much narrative bending) as they were. Chloe’s bullying, particularly after season 3, just comes off very superficial and artificial, especially since she never even succeeds in her goal of impeding Marinette half the time.

If Marinette was supposed to be the underdog, then wouldn’t it make more sense for the class to like Chloe while ignoring her, or at least trying to get on Chloe’s goodside more? Even if she is “evil” and an unpleasant person to be around, her father is still mayor/owner of a multimillion famous hotel-chain and her mother is the head of a famous international fashion magazine. Chloe should be lousy with fans/followers/hanger-ons who want to get a piece of that privilege pie and would be totally willing to isolate/unfriend Marinette because of it. It would also help if Chloe was actually involved in fashion as a designer - have the two have some proper parallels in how they create and present their clothes, like Marinette preferring to make artsy and colorful outfits while Chloe trends towards overly-chic monochromatics. Heck, you can even still have Chloe be a big fat cheater via bribing judges and sabotaging her opponents. It would make Marinette’s eventual successes and progress as a designer hit much more deeper if we saw her actually having someone to compete against in the fashion side of things and triumph against Chloe’s attempts to snuff out her brand. It would also make her eventually becoming the “Classroom Ladybug” fit better.

There’s also the issue with how her relationship with Adrien is portrayed. The two of them are childhood friends with Chloe harboring a very large and long standing crush (or infatuation at least), yet Adrien treats her like a stranger half the time despite her being his “only” friend in his friendless background, and is clearly uncomfortable with her clinging so closely all the time. If she’s suppose to be an obstacle to the Adrienette ship, then wouldn’t having Adrien liking/wanting to hang out with her more be the better option? Having him actually look comfortable/happy when she clings to him since he’s so used to her/knows it’s her way of showing affection to him while also acting as litmus for Marinette on where her current status with her relationship with Adrien lies and what she needs to do to get on the same level Chloe’s at? Or, if we need to stick with the “Haha Chloe likes Adrien but he’s obviously uncomfortable with her!” shtick, make it a serious issue and treat it with the gravity that level of discomfort Adrien displays deserves - have him, after bonding with Mari and the rest more, admit he hates Chloe touching him all the time but puts up with it since “we’re friends” and he’s told to be nice to her since Gabriel owes Audrey for helping him get his foot in the door to the fashion industry. They can then tell him that what Chloe’s doing is wrong and encourage him to stand up for himself and make her stop, and that he shouldn’t have to put up with a situation he’s not comfortable with for anyone’s sake.

And you know what - the same goes for Lila. She should have also been a designer or artist. You could play up the liar theme by having it be revealed that she rips off other designers for her clothes or plagiarizes work from people by befriending and convincing them she’s helping get their names out there. Once Marinette exposed her, she jumps to modeling (or cooking even) under the claim that the situation made her “realize the error of her ways” and want to turn over a new leaf by starting anew in a different field, but she’s still doing the same old same old - she’s just better at hiding it now. 

tldr; “Chameleon” should of been what was happening all of season 1 with Chloe, Marinette, and the class minus the lies.

#Unpopular Opinion Time #Miraculous Ladybug #ML Salt #Clover Rants Miraculously

[krissiefox]

Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog - Magnificent Sonic (Screenshots and Review)

Ever since I've played Red Dead Redemption 2, I've had a soft spot for Cowboy-themed media, so this episode was a lot of fun for me!

The story starts with a  mean looking six-armed robot fella named "Six Gun Pete" showing up in a desert town called "Tranquil Gulch". He antagonizes the town's Sheriff, and starts to open fire on him, blasting the hell out of his office as the Sheriff flees and, understandably, just decides to quit his job right then and there, not wanting to be shot! He manages to escape safely, no thanks to his apparently poo-brained horse who tries to run away backwards...

One of the customers appears to the fake robot father Robotnik created to trick Tails! Did he leave Robotnik? Is that someone else just wearing the same costume? I guess we’ll never know... Since the mayor has quit, Six-Gun Pete claims himself to be the new Sheriff of the town, just as Sonic and Tails arrive. Sonic is looking to relax a bit so he heads in the local saloon. Inside, he meets a nice possum gal simply named "Miss Possum" (reminds me of the weird names given to characters in the My Little Pony GameLoft game). She and Sonic flirt with each-other throughout the episode,  and given her attire and job, I'm not sure how to feel about...Her age is never mentioned so all I can do is hope she isn't too much older than Sonic to point where this would be squicky!

Anyway!  Six-Gun Pete enters the bar and tries to shoot Sonic, but Sonic tricks him into shooting his own head apart! Ouch! Luckily(?) for Pete it seems that this isn't where his AI was stored, as his body fumbles its way back to its robot horse and begins to awkwardly trek back home to Robotnik. The Town's mayor, a cute squirrel fella, asks Sonic if he'll be the new sheriff, but Sonic explains that he can't settle down in town as he and Tails are always on the move. The Mayor insists it will only be temporarily until he finds an official replacement, and both Tails and Miss Possum really like the idea of him being sheriff too, so he eventually caves and agrees to it. It's here I wanted to note that there's a lot of interesting and neat background characters in these opening sequences. There's a big pig gal in a cute green bathing suit, and also a glimpse of one of the Storks from Tails' new home, as well what looks to possibly be one of the fake robot parents from the same episode?  Lastly there's this cute coyote character who caught my eye because despite being mostly male-coded in appearance (by this shows very hetereonormative visual standards), also has feminine-looking eyelashes. I think this is the first time I've seen something like that in this show, so I now have a personal head-canon that this coyote is somewhere on the Queer spectrum. Maybe non-binary or a trans gal? (Makes me want to do some fan-art!)

I like to think that the Coyote there is either non-binary or a trans gal.

Back at Robotnik's base, what's left of Six-Gun Pete arrives as Robotnik is telling scratch and Grounder that he plans to turn the little desert town in a Casino that will give almost all of its profits to him. Unable to speak, Six Gun Pete draws a  stick drawing of Sonic as the sheriff to let Robotnik know what's going on. Robotnik shoots Six Gun Pete several times and also orders Scratch and Grounder to shoot themselves in the head! If this wasn't from a "YouTube kids" playlist I have to wonder if Youtube would've put their little "pretending to care about people" suicide content warning on this episode...

Well, that got dark in a hurry! Back at Tranquil Gulch, Sonic has been giving some laser guns to practice his shooting with. It turns out he's a pretty lousy shot. He ends up accidentally shooting a chickens egg that she was sitting on (holy shit, Sonic just murdered someone's kid?!) and is even proven to not be able to shoot the broad side of a barn. Still, after showing off that he is fast and clever enough to deal with danger in another ways, he gets to remain as temporary Sheriff.

Eventually, Robotnik sends Scratch and Grounder to town so that they can take Sonic prisoner. They arrive expecting a gun fight, but in a surprisingly peaceful move, Sonic convinces them to instead resolve their differences in a non-violence manner - playing a game of cards to see who will win. Specifically, Sonic wants to play Strip Poker, and it turns out he's really good at it, because by the end of game Scratch and Grounder have not only removed their cool cowboy outfits but also mostly disassembled themselves onto the table.

Another one for the hug collection! Not willing to take the loss, Scratch and Grounder wait until Sonic isn't around and decide to try a new trick. Scratch disguises himself as a human to lure Miss Possum into a coach to be abducted by him and Grounder, and apparently Miss Possum - nice  a gal as she is - isn't too bright, because she falls for his terrible disguise. Scratch and Grounder are trying to drive the coach into a canyon with Miss Possum inside, and finding out what happened,  Sonic rushes out to save her. Once he catches up and gets inside, a river-riding adventure ensues, with Sonic and Miss Possum safely arriving on a shoreline thanks to the flotation of the Coach, and Scratch and Grounder getting bashed up by rocks in the rapid section of the river.

I think Miss Possum needs glasses if she can’t tell that’s Scratch...poor gal.

Scratch and Grounder are moved the towns prison, and the cute coyote person from earlier goes to deliver a notice to Robotnik, informing him that the bail for the two is 10,000 Mobiums. This causes Robotnik to literally blow his top, and apparently his head is full of orange juice?

That looks...unhealthy?

In his fit of rage, Robotnik mauls a Sonic plushie he had laying around. This makes for some pretty wacky screenshots, if they were to posted without context! Back at the town, we see Sonic and tails guarding Scratch and Grounders cells. Tails is making a really nice drawing of the two badniks, and this scene actually triggered a childhood memory of mine - I remember watching this as a kid, when I identified a lot with Tails, and finding it really cool that tails liked to draw just as I did! Tails' art time can't last unfortunately, as Robotnik shows up in town, decked out in his own cool cowboy outfit. He has brought with him 5 other robots, whose names are all parodies of real-life famous cowboys. Also, one of them is a robot seen in the game Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine. neat!

Sonic and Tails start running around, not wanting to try to outgun 6 foes at once, and gradually start picking off the bots as they scatter. Eventually, Robotnik catches Tails forces Sonic to do a duel with him. Miss Possum quickly gets an idea to take Sonic aside to "give him a proper outfit". What she actually does is secretly give Sonic a mirror to hide under a poncho, so that when Robotnik fires at him, he is able to deflect the shot and launch the blast back at him and his badniks. With Robotnik's butt whooped, Sonic decides it's time to move on and presents his badge to Miss Possum, so she can be the new town sheriff! This was a nice moment of seeing some female empowerment in the show, although it would have been better if she hadn't also been both damsel'd and  put in the story mostly just to be the girl who fawns over the male protagonist.

In the Sonic Says segment, Sonic breaks the fourth wall to explain that guns in cartoons don't do serious harm, but real guns are real dangerous and that kids should never play with them! Definitely sound advice. Weapons should always be handled VERY carefully, no matter what your age is.

This episode was lots of fun! As I said before, I have a fondness for wild west Cowboy aesthetics, but there's also a lot of fun and cute characters in the episode (most background characters in this show tend to be rather off putting in appearance, but the ones in this episode were quite cute). Lots of cool action scenes, and some cuteness form Scratch and Grounder. Despite the sexist flaws in her writing, I found Miss Possum quite likable too, as she was always very pleasant and nice. Plus, possums are rad! I also loved seeing all the characters get dressed up in adorable little wild west outfits.

Til next time Sonic fans, stay cool!

#Aosth #Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog #Sonic #sonic the hedgehog #Tails #Miles Prower #Miss Possum #Robotnik #Dr. Robotnik #Magnificent Sonic #dr. robotnik's mean bean machine #Scratch #Grounder #Cowboys #Wild West

[aclosetfan]

UNDERCOVER

Summary: Buttercup draws the short stick and gets stuck as Princess's new evil sidekick. Believe Buttercup, it's a lot lamer than it sounds.

a/n: just a drabble for fun but it could lead to more one-shots if people are interested.

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The mission was to covertly retrieve intel about More Co. Inc. They were up to something fishy, and Ms. Bellum (and the Mayor) wanted it stopped. Unfortunately, the only source to pull from was Princess Morebucks herself, and they didn’t expect her to be forthcoming with the details.

Buttercup was the one chosen to go undercover. Robin had flat out refused and wouldn’t budge when she was asked. Bubbles was horrible at keeping secrets. And Blossom, for a plethora of personal reasons that she declined to disclose, would not go undercover. That, of course, was Blossom’s covert way of citing her horribly colossal crush on Princess that she couldn't hide for the life of her as a reason to get out of work.

With those three in the clear, that begrudgingly left her, and there wasn’t much she could do about it. So, donning a blond five-dollar Party City wig, Buttercup transformed into her rich-girl persona, Brittney (with two ‘T’s).

Usually, Buttercup hated going undercover. She had figured the task would be a lot more harrowing and require a cunning amount of skill, but she was quickly proven wrong.

It had taken her a one day to infiltrate Princess’s inner circle. All she had needed was a golf outfit (thank you, Blossom), a country club membership (thank you, Mayor), and a shaky understanding of golf (thank you, Professor). With a little help coming from her supervision and superstrength (thank you, Chemical X), she had those rich idiots thinking she was some sort of golf prodigy in 15 minutes. Her skill had gotten Princess’s attention, and before she knew it, she was in the rich girl’s golf cart getting her ears chatted off.

When she had been first assigned the mission, Buttercup had worried her lousy acting skills would get her in trouble, but if the past three days of her doing this had shown her anything, it was how misguided those fears were. Princess hadn’t even given her a chance to say one thing yet. All Buttercup had to do was nod and play golf, which was boring but easy and required no acting at all.

She figured a few more weeks of this and she’d get an invite to the Morebucks Manor, but Princess foiled those plans almost immediately.

"Brittney, darling, you must come over for dinner tonight!" Princess gave her a sharp look, "And I don't take no for an answer."

Buttercup shrugged, pleased her timeline was moving up, "Okay."

"Fabulous, we'll finish this round, and then, I'll call for my car."

"Sure."

"Now, what was I saying to you again?"

"Something about those money-sucking leftists."

"Right!" Princess brightened, "How could I forget? The damned welfare system!"

Buttercup could feel her eye twitching. Sure, the mission was moving along, but at what cost? She took the biggest club her dad owned out of the golf bag and wack the ball literally out of the park, hoping it'd hit Blossom square on her big fat forehead. The force of the swing knocked her wig askew, and quickly she adjusted it back onto her head.

Princess whistled, squinting against the sun as she watched the ball disappear into the horizon, "What an arm!"

Buttercup gritted her teeth into a smile, shrugging off all the stares she was getting, and said, "Whoopsie. Out of bounds."

A second later, her superhearing picked up a very familiar "ow!" somewhere in the distance.

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Buttercup didn't get invited over to Morebucks Manor often, but when she did, even she couldn't help but be taken back by its splendor.

Princess carted her around, giving her a tour of the expansive estate. It was a more in-depth tour than Buttercup had ever received, and she sat back, enjoying the goodie bags and drinks that kept being shoved her way. Sipping an incredibly tasty fruity concoction of some sort out of a coconut, Buttercup oohed and ahhed when she was prompted and gave Princess her "rapt" attention.

When they made it to the front driveway, Princess pulled her customized golf cart (specifically for giving tours, not playing golf) off to the side.

"Brittney," Princess took hold of her hands, "Brittney with two Ts, these last three days have been so fun. You are quite possibly my best friend."

"Wow, but it's only been three days," Buttercup blinked, choosing not to hyper-analyze the very sad and low bar Princess had just proclaimed she hurdled.

"And yet, I feel like I've known you for a lifetime. Do you know what I mean?"

"Well, I guess you're not totally wrong," Buttercup agreed, shrugging, and then, as she took a moment to readjust her wig, she muttered to herself, "still sad."

Princess beamed at her and hopped out of the cart, beckoning her to follow, "I've been holding off telling you something, Brittney. I would have told you sooner, but I wanted to make sure we were really friends. The last person I was close with--" Princess fanned her dry eyes "--betrayed me, and I couldn't let that happen again."

Buttercup hmmed and followed Princess through her labyrinth of a manor. Their footstep echoed off the high ceilings as they passed rooms filled to the brim with ultimately meaningless stuff. When they did see another human, they were employees of the Manor, who scurried away at the mere sight of Princess. Princess didn't seem bothered, but Buttercup couldn't say she was fond of it. You could get lost in this Manor, and no one would be the wiser.

It made Buttercup feel very alone.

"See, the problem with my last friend, I was too quick to jump the gun. I thought I had finally found a friend with mutual interests and ideas. Someone who understood me and my needs." Princess shook her head, leading her down a winding hallway with one ominous door at the end, "I ended up being very wrong."

"Hmm," Buttercup nodded, the least bit interested, "too bad."

"Tell me about it," Princess rolled her eyes, "that's what I get for trusting a girl named after a bird!"

"Wait," Buttercup paused, "Robin?"

"But no more!" Princess ignored her comment, flinging open the door at the end of the hallway, "I've learned my lesson! Wait at least twenty-four hours before you go and give your heart away!"

"This is only getting sadder," Buttercup mumbled, stepping into the room. She knew what had happened between Robin and Princess all those years ago, and it certainly wasn't whatever Princess was describing. For one thing, they had been six and Princess had framed Robin for robbery.

"Now, I have you, Brittney," Princess's smile turned dark, "and I've got big plans. First, behold--" Princess gestured around, "--my center of operations."

Buttercup had been in Princess's "evil lair" a few times before but never of her own volition. Passively, she took in the lair, fully furnished with the latest tech and weaponry, and also a complimentary mini-bar, though Buttercup wouldn't have described it as "mini." It was rather large and by all accounts, well-stocked.

"Brittney, I am Princess Morebucks," Princess declared as if "Brittney" didn't already know that, as if she hadn't sat through the last four-hour tour for nothing. Princess pressed a button on her necklace, and Buttercup watched as Princess's mega suit encompassed her body. It was the same gaudy gold color as always, and Buttercup watched the transformation largely unimpressed. If anything, this was a gigantic waste of her time.

"And I am the crime lord of Townsville's underground!" Princess announced as her transformation finished, presenting herself to "Brittney" with all her muster. After a moment, Princess's eyebrows furrowed, "Ahem, I said, and I am the crime lord of Townsville's underground!"

Somewhere from inside the room, the last notes of her transformation song played again, and Buttercup got the memo loud and clear.

"Oh, wow," She mock-gasped and then clapped once, twice, until she was bored of that too. It wasn't even like Princess was considered the crime lord of Townsville underground. She hardly had a majority consensus. There were seriously around thirteen other people who called themselves that, but whatever.

What did she know?

She was just the Powerpuff Girl.

"Please, Brittney, I know this may be a lot, but this is who I am." Princess took a few steps forward, "And we've grown so close, I wanted to be honest with you. See, I saw a spark in you, Brittney, something that reminded me of myself--"

"--please don't say that--"

"--and around yesterday, I realized I could help you harness that spark, bring in fresh blood, shake this City up--"

"--or maybe don't--"

"--Ah! But I have to! People expect things from me. The other criminals, they look up to me--"

"--eh, not really--"

"--and Brittney, I know you do too."

Buttercup sighed, "okay, whatever."

"There it is," Princess pointed, "there's that gleam, that glimmer, of nonchalant melancholy I need at my side. I've been looking for a sidekick, Brittney. I've been meeting with people for weeks now, interviewing them nonstop."

Buttercup's interest peaked. Was this the intel they were looking for?

"But a girl can't find good diabolical help in this City, Brittney, that is until I met you."

"Me?" Buttercup raised an eyebrow, "I play golf. That is the extent of my personality as you know it, and you want me as a sidekick?"

"Exactly." Princess shook her head, "Your moldable. A blank slate to work with. And you have a good arm."

"I do have a good arm," Buttercup conceded, fixing her wig straight again.

Princess made her way to the minibar, "I've been looking for a mentee to take up the mantel when I'm away on my business trips. You'll be compensated handsomely, of course, but getting into a life of crime isn't something you should just jump into. This is a decision you must think over. I'll give you--"

"--I'm in."

Buttercup smirked. This was the break she needed. Collecting intel was about to get 100x easier, and if the rumors about the monthly Underground meeting were true, it also meant she'd have intel on the rest of the shitty villains running around in this City. Two birds. One stone.

Princess's eyes went wide, "--wait wha--I mean, perfect, fantastic! Wow, that really saves me a lot of time. I had a whole PowerPoint--you know, nevermind, it doesn't matter," She rang a bell, and a maid came bustling in, "I'll have Mary here measure you for a suit, and while she's doing that, I'll tell you a bit about my line of business."

Buttercup nodded, stretching her arms wide for Mary to measure, "Kay."

"As you probably already know, this City is plagued by the Powerpuff Girls!" Princess picked up a remote, turning on some TV that sported close to fifty screens either monitoring Blossom, replaying new stories about Blossom, or featuring Blossom's social media. Buttercup bit back another sigh.

Princess glowered at the screens, "They think they're better than the rest of us! Smarter than the rest of us! Prettier than the rest of us with beautiful gemstone eyes that sparkle in the light," Princess chucked the remote at one of the many screens of the giant tv, "it makes me sick!"

"What about the other two," Buttercup frowned, her creep-alert alarms going off in her head as she gestured to the rest of the screens, "this is all just stuff about Blossom?"

"What other two?" Princess deadpanned.

"The...other Powerpuff Girls."

"There are other Powerpuff Girls?" Princess tilted her head.

Buttercup shook her head, "You know what? Forget I said anything."

Princess nodded, turning back to the screens as she launched back into her rant, and Buttercup could have cried. Being a fake-evil sidekick was one thing, but being the fake-evil sidekick to someone who had a crush on her sister?

This was why she hated going undercover.

#this is just a drabble for fun #haha at the secret villain meeting everyone finds Buttercup charming #she hates it #and Butch hits on her because ofc i'd make this have greens in it #she hates that less but still hates it #ppg au #evil sidekick au #brittney with two ts