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utterlyotterlyx · 2 months

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A Fate Inked In Starlight

Eris x Fem!Reader x Azriel

Summary - After crashing into the Autumn Court with no idea who you are, where you are or how you got there, Eris takes it upon himself to hide you and care for you with the help of the Night Court. That is until souls from other walks of life infiltrate Prythian searching for you.

Warnings - mentions of blood, Eris being gentle 🥺, memory loss, kinda arsehole Rhys?x

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Leaves of red and orange peered down at you inquisitively, and the earth was hard and slightly damp beneath you.

You hissed as you moved, a metallic sting coating the inside of your mouth. The world tilted, a dull thumping in your mind swelled behind your eyes and you pinched the bridge of your nose in attempt to centre yourself.

It hadn’t worked.

Looking about, you drank in where you had awoken, soil and an array of foliage welcomed your sight, dark bark held onto browning leaves, some of which floated around where you sat. Light birdsong and the faint chirp of crickets flittered around you with the occasional crunch of dry twigs that snapped under the weight of the mammals that trotted by, not heading much mind to you.

You were clad in some kind of black armour, a second skin that fit you perfectly as it curved around your breasts and hips, the material splitting open in the shape of lightening across your chest where yellow gems and light hummed. Jewelled metal talons were fitted to your fingertips, coated with dry blood that had worked itself into each crevasse it could. You were sure that whatever you looked like was not a pretty sight.

Something had kept you glued to your spot, swaying slightly from the brute force that had clearly been wrecked upon you. From what you had no idea.

From the distance, you heard the beating of hooves against the hard ground, growing louder with each passing moment before a brilliant white stag exploded into the clearing where you were. It was beautiful, those pools of emerald bore into you, there was terror laced behind them, and the stag readied his attack as he lowered his antlers toward you.

“I’m not going to harm you,” you told the creature with an extended hand, an extension of your surrender, “I promise.”

The stag surveyed you, noting the wild hair that had fallen from a once tightly strung braid, the blood that coated your neck and fingers, the bewilderment in your eyes. No, you certainly weren’t a threat.

“I’m not sure how I came to be here. I don’t know where I am,” you continued, as if the stag would be able to answer any of your questions.

The creature relaxed, taking a tentative step forward to sniff the outstretched talons fixed to your fingertips. He huffed and shook his head, one of his hooves tapping against the ground as another sound entered your earshot.

“Dogs,” you said softly, sadness laced in your rough voice that scratched at your throat. “Go. I’ll distract them,” you turned your hand, exposing your palm to him, he rested his snout in it gently, and only for a moment before he bounded away. Leaping over molehills whilst leaving you alone once more.

The barking drew closer and your breath caught in your throat at the obvious number of hounds that approached your position, perhaps mistaking your blood for that of the stags.

They hurtled into the clearing, the hedges and flowers parting for them as they surged through the air and landed in front of you, mouths pulled back and snarling teeth ready to tear you apart. You shuffled back as they circled you, snapping, slobber dripping from their canines causing your heart rate to beat in your ears. Hitting the trunk of a tree, you sighed, realising there were no weapons attached to the leather holsters at your thighs made your current predicament a lot more complicated.

You wouldn’t dream of harming an animal, at least, you thought so.

A flutter of your heart gave way to gentle excitement when you had seen the stag, and even the dogs despite them wanting to turn you into a meal.

A sharp whistle tore their attention from you, pulling them back to the source as he too entered the clearing. His head was tilted to the side and he examined you with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, assessing if you were a threat or not. Red hair and amber eyes found you, and he approached, splitting his gaze between you and your laboured breathing to the scene around you both.

“Who are you?” His voice was rough but held a stoic calm, the deepness of his words made your hairs stand on edge.

A simple question. Your name. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, you stuttered, eyes wide as nothing came to mind, “I, I don’t know.”

You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Wide doe eyes staring at him in bewilderment, he knew your skin would be soft despite the mud and blood coating your surface. The sharp jaw and hallowed cheeks, full pouted lips and an elegantly pointed nose. Too beautiful for a human or fae.

The confusion etched into every inch of your features made the man relax a little, he knelt before you, his dogs happy with wagging tails brushing against his side, “Do you know where you came from?” By the looks of your armour, the blood coated talons, and the cuts dug into the side of your neck, it was clear to him that you weren’t from Prythian. You looked too advanced for his world.

You shook your head, muttering a faint and weak answer to him.

He hummed, reaching to tuck a strand of your dirty matted hair behind your pointed ear. Fae, he noted. Smiling when you didn’t flinch under his touch, he offered a hand to you, it was calloused and rough, but his pressure was gentle and guiding as he helped you from the ground.

“I’m Eris Vanserra, and you’re in the Autumn Court,” he looked down at you through thick lashes and offered a warm smile.

“Eris,” his name fell from your lips and he nodded in encouragement as you familiarised yourself with the sound of it. Yes, you definitely weren’t from his world, if you were, you’d surely cower from his name and the mention of where you were.

A pressure consumed your feet, and you found one of his hounds sat on them, staring up at you with its panting tongue flopping against the side of its jaw, its tail rustling the leaves beneath it as it wagged happily, “That’s enough, Duke,” Eris scolded the hound, rubbing between his ears in a bid to get him to move, “I’m sorry about him.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind,” you smiled, and he noticed the warmth in your eyes, the molten gold and ocean blue that could have him entranced if he wasn’t careful. “I’m sorry about this,” you motioned the air, the current situation you found yourselves in, “I wish I knew what to say.”

“It’s fine,” he frowned slightly as he peered at the still open flesh on your neck that leaked with every heartbeat, “Let me help you with that.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

Eris smirked, “You’re not asking,” he shrugged as he heading back in the direction from whence he came, adjusting his brown jacket which lay over a cream open collared shirt. You weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, the well fit pants and shirt, the adornment of fine rings across his digits. Eris Vanserra was clearly someone of high standing, and you felt stupid for not knowing. The disappointment felt foreign to you.

The male looked back at you expectantly, his well kept fiery red hair tousling over his forehead, freckles visible as the sunlight hit his face. “Thank you,” you followed his steps, Duke trotting alongside you like a personal guard.

Once you had made it back to Fir Manor, Eris’ private residence that was home to him and his hounds alone, he insisted that you bathe, that it would be easier for the healer to assess the damage if she could tell what was or wasn’t your own blood.

You didn’t need telling twice, you thanked Eris for the spare clothes, a sheer deep red dress, before you slipped into the bathroom and peeled off your second skin, paying no mind to the marks that littered your forearms and torso, the marks that covered every inch of your body.

It seemed silly. To be so trusting of someone you’d just met. But something told you that Eris wasn’t a threat to you. Something had allowed you to feel safe with him.

You sighed as the hot water worked to relax your muscles, the rest of the world fading away into blissful nothingness.

Rhys was happy.

Finally happy.

A mate and a babe. A family. No danger for the first time in what felt like a millennia.

Rhys watched them, watched his Nyx swaddled into Feyre’s chest as she painted, humming some lullaby to the dozing babe. Light poured into the room from the domed glass and he let a content sigh pass through his lips from where he leaned against the doorframe. Relishing in the sight for a moment longer before retreating back to his office and closing the door with a soft click.

He wasn’t sure where the rest of them were, Mor would be returning from the human lands soon, Cassian and Azriel were surely training, Nesta was probably nose deep in another book in the library with Amren at her side, and Elain was tucked away with Lucien somewhere revelling in their newly accepted mating bond.

Everything was as it should be.

The papers on his desk were too chaotic for anyone else to understand but him, he knew where each treaty lay in the stack, where each letter from a concerned citizen sat, when Az’s countless reports waited for his eye.

Though, one thing caught his eye that definitely hadn’t been there before he’d gone to check on his mate and child. A folded up rip of parchment, singed at the edges with an aroma of wet grass gripping to it.

It reeked of Autumn, of Eris.

Rhys wasn’t worried that the heir had contacted him. They were planning for a better Autumn once Beron handed over his title, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to hear from the eldest Vanserra at all. Scanning the parchment, Rhys felt his interest grow in the words, the vague message that beckoned him to Fir Manor, telling him that someone had dropped into the forest who Rhys may be interested in meeting.

So, the High Lord of the Night Court stalked through the halls, parchment in hand as the clash of swords and jostling laughter flooded his senses. Then he saw them, his two brothers in their training leathers, wide smiles and bruises that would fade within the hour as they jabbed another with playful words.

“Ah, did you call on Rhys to come and save you, Az? How desperate,” Cassian glimmered, his wings rustling and body keeping guard against Azriel’s oncoming attack.

Rhys stepped between them, holding the parchment in the air between his fingers with a smirk on his lips as Azriel to it from him, scanning the words, “With no memory of where she came from?” Azriel questioned, his shadows curling over his shoulders as though they wished to see what held their masters attention whilst he handed the written words to Cassian who pouted about being left out.

“Do you remember the visitor we had not too long ago?”

Azriel smirked at the memory of the redhead scouring through the caves of Prythian, “Bryce?”

“Yes, Bryce.” Rhys sent a glare to Cassian, no doubt still unhappy at his mates willingness to aid the girl, “She too fell into our world out of nowhere, didn’t she?”

Cassian stopped the thought before it could be shared, “Yes, but Bryce knew who she was and why she came here. It seems this woman doesn’t share that similarity,” he turned the paper over in his hand, like some newfound information was going to be inscribed elsewhere.

From the brief information that Eris had sent to Rhys, the woman who had fell into the Autumn had no idea who she was or where she was let alone how she found herself bleeding in a different world from her own.

“Regardless,” Rhys’ eyes glowed at the hidden message Cassian had tried to convey, that maybe this woman had nothing to do with Bryce and whatever war she was fighting on her shores. Though Cassian did have to admit that it was a coincidence that another soul had floated through into their world. “It needs to be investigated. Azriel, you’ll come with me. Cassian, you’ll stay here.”

The pair knew better than to convince Rhys otherwise, Azriel especially knew better than to refuse and potentially put his home and people in danger.

Another invader had dove into his world, his home, and he’d be damned by the Mother if he let another one trick him again.

Authors Note

Hi my loves!

It’s been a while. I know I’m usually a Bridgerton girly but I’m kinda obsessed with everything SJM right now.

So, here we are. My first Maasverse fic 🤷‍♀️

I am wanting to write a series on this so let me know what you think! I’ve been out of the game for a bit 🤍

#azriel #rhysand #cassian #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x you #feysand #acotar imagine #maasverse #mor acotar #amren acotar #crescent city #crescent city imagine #bryce quinlan

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drexee · 21 days

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I’m dead tired but my brain!!!! My brain!!! It won’t leave me alone with these thoughts for Raph🥺🤧

So here’s quick sleeping headcanons for Big Red as I try to convince myself to go to sleep.

Bayverse Raph x gn!Reader

Warnings: spelling, maybe?

Raph Sleep Headcanons

- His bed is large. Huge, even.

- As soon as he was able to get his own room away from Mikey, he took advantage of it. He loves his little brother, but mannnn does he need his own space.

- The bed takes up a pretty good portion of his room, but it still leaves a good amount of walking space for him

- Raph likes to have his bed somewhat firm with a bit of give to it. Semi firm, semi plush. Right in the middle.

- He has a solid two (2) pillows on his bed. One firm and one soft, both king. He’s a heathen who doesn’t care

- His blanket is very large and used to be nice, but it has a bit of wear and tear on it due to the many years of use

- He does have a throw blanket that he keeps around (which he knitted himself thank you very much) , but usually uses it for when he’s out in the living area and resting on the couch to watch a movie or something

- Raphael prefers to sleep on his stomach due to his shell and him usually not having the care nor the pillows to properly support him and keep him from rolling over

- When you’re in bed with him, he’ll have you tucked into the space in between the lip of his shell and the bed

- leg hitched up in between your own and arm wrapped around your middle to hold you to him, his other arm tucked up under his pillow and head

- Usually, he has his hand nestled closely to you and palming your chest,

- He tells you it’s for you to hold on to because he knows you like to grip onto things while you sleep, but also it’s to reassure you (and him) that you are safe and protected

- But also he just likes to sap as much heat from you as he can

- And also you’re soft and he can feel your heart and he loves it but he never said that🤫

- Another thing he really likes about this position is how he’s able to easily bury his snout into the top of your head and just breathe you in

- He doesn’t churr in his sleep, but he does the moments just before and he’ll be nearly shaking the bed because he absolutely loves that you’re there with him, and it fades out the deeper he goes into sleep

- He does snore, but it’s not as bad as Mikey

- Raph has more of a light rumble, and can it sooth you to sleep, but if you don’t like it, just shake him a bit

- He’ll huff but will readjust, pull you closer, and knock back out lol

- He doesn’t move around too much in his sleep, may shift his legs a bit, but once he’s out, he’s out. Dead weight

- And mans Is H E A V Y.

- Yes, having his arm around you like that is very grounding and nice, but he’s NOT letting you go 😮‍💨

- At that point he’s not even doing it on purpose

- So please prepare for this and go to the bathroom before you get in the bed with him!

- Otherwise you have to wake him up and you’ll have a very grumpy and grumbly turtle on your hands!

- When you come back, he’ll wrap you up in his space even more than before you left

- But it’s ok bc he’s the softest for you right when he wakes up in the morning and he sees you next to him!

- Raph wakes up relatively early, but he’ll snuggle back into you and let the moment last a little bit longer or until you start to wake up

- He loves it so much

And there we have it!! My very first set of headcanons!

‘Til next time!!

#raphael x reader #bayverse raph x reader #first time doing this lol #lemme know how it is #Bayverse x reader #bayverse raphael x reader #tmnt x reader #headcanons #raph x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for giving my dog kisses?

I (F20s) have the cutest little pug of all time who I love and cherish more than anything. I love cuddling him, taking him on walks, and giving him kisses all over his cute little head. I just get such cute aggression with him I have to kiss him lol I like giving him kisses on the top of the head, between his eyes, on his cheeks, on his floppy ears, I kiss his little snout sometimes too. The one thing is, I don't like being licked by dogs, and luckily he's not a licker, so he never actually licks my mouth or face when I give him kisses. He loves getting kisses too, btw, and wags his tail and cuddles up to me when I'm showering him in kisses so it's not like it's smothering to him or uncomfortable.

Anyway, my partner (M20s) recently told me that he thinks it's gross that I give our pug so many kisses, and told me that it makes him not want to kiss me. I said that the dog is clean and I'm just kissing the his fur, not his mouth, and it's not like he ever licks my lips, so I don't see the big deal. But partner said he doesn't like it, and asked me to stop kissing the dog and I was like, I literally can't it's like this maternal instinct and the dog is so cute and I don't want to give up my pug kisses 🥺 So I basically told him I'm not going to stop kissing the dog and said he doesn't have to kiss me if he doesn't want, though I'll just try to remember to wash my face and mouth more frequently if it bothers him that much. He didn't really like that. And he's a little annoyed that I'd rather give up kissing him than give up kissing our dog 😂

So uh AITA for giving my dog kisses?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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songsofadelaide · 4 months

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Your Megumi Drabble of him teaching you the hand symbols but ! BUT! Imagine its years later and you both are making shadow puppets with your toddler. ;-;

DONT MIND ME IN MY FEELS

Hello! Thank you so much for all the love for Shadows as one. This idea is so cute and wholesome and I hope you don't mind if I write something about it. 🥺

shadows as one.

cw: female reader, future fic, established marriage, slice of life, child oc (fushiguro mikoto), papa!megumi being a li'l prankster — "you'd expect something like that from gojo-san! Not you!"

~ 20XX

"This is a bunny," you said with a smile as you tenderly moulded the soft little hands in yours to form the shadow puppet of a rabbit, the silhouette on your living room wall amusing your child so much that he didn't even pay attention to the way you gently squeezed his fingers for the form to stay put.

"Bunny!"

"Yes, a bunny!" You happily echoed his statement, trying your best not to engulf him into another embrace.

But you couldn't help it. Mikoto became the light of your world the moment he was born. It was impossible not to fall in love with him at first sight when he looked so much like his father— dark hair, length, feathery lashes that fanned out and framed his deep blue eyes... The nurse couldn't blame you for nearly snatching him off her arms when she was handing him to you.

And when Megumi first cradled your son in his arms, he was completely enamoured, even though it was like he was looking at a mirror. Dispelling the vestiges of his troubled childhood was no easy task— and he even questioned his own capabilities as a father— but he persisted to live in the present in the arms of his wife.

Mikoto beamed as he placed his small hands in his father's own, his cheeky expression never leaving his face as Megumi softly shaped his hands into the snout of a familiar canine.

"And this is a—"

You and your husband nearly fell off your couch when Mikoto just did the unthinkable.

The surprise appearance of the pristine white dog startled him so much that he couldn't help but let out a tearful wail of shock. You swiftly got over your disbelief when you heard him crying, his tiny hands hurriedly clutching onto you once you were within his reach.

"Where on earth—" you started, brows furrowed in confusion. It was too early for Mikoto to sense cursed energy let alone manifest it. And for him to possess his father's inherited technique meant—

"—hgk."

"Wh—" You were startled by the strange noise that sounded like someone being choked. You turned to Megumi, expecting him to be in deep thought, but all you saw was your husband sitting on the couch once more, his quivering lips pursed to a thin line in an attempt to hold his laughter.

"Megumi, I never pegged you as the kind of dad who'd make fun of his own kid," you clicked your tongue at your husband as you gently bounced your son in your arms. "You'd expect something like that from Gojo-san! Not you!"

"I-I'm sorry," he stated with a stifled voice before eventually sighing to himself. "I didn't expect Mikoto to be scared of the Divine Dog..."

"I suppose the rabbits wouldn't have been any different," you said with a sigh as well. "Then again, they're much tinier..."

"Give me," Megumi stated as he got up, gently lifting your son out of your arms and into his. He ran his thumb over Mikoto's warm cheeks. He didn't want to appear insincere, but he couldn't help but smile in delight at how emotive his son was, so different from when he was younger. "Papa's sorry, Mi-kun..."

His tiny version could only blink his blue eyes at him before eventually pointing to the Divine Dog in your living room. "Big dog..."

"Yes, big dog. Big dog is a good dog."

As if sensing it was being talked about, the white wolf got on its feet and circled its master's legs. It placed its snout in Mikoto's outstretched hand, a look of trust in its eyes.

"Try pranking him again when he's a little older," you said with a small laugh. A smile lit the boy's face again as Megumi placed him down on the floor so he could pet the harmless shikigami.

And if he inherits his technique... No. Megumi didn't want to think about that now. He was a father now and he wanted to get this thing right. He didn't want to miss a single thing in Mikoto's life. He wanted to be there right now.

"I don't want him to grow up so fast, though..."

"He won't," you chuckled in response, only for Megumi to take your hand in his. He threaded his fingers into your own, once again calmed by the sight of your three shadows coming together as one.

Author's notes: Happy birthday, Megumi! 🎂 Never imagined you as a papa before, but here's a little glimpse for us yearners hehe. 🥺💙

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#love notes to mari 💌#jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x y/n #megumi x reader

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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bestie I have another fic idea I'm too lazy to write 😂

how about reader just moved into the trailer park and they live alone except for a dog (preferably large bc my fur babies are big too 🥺) and Eddie sees them playing outside when he's getting into/out of his van but then the dog runs towards him and tackles him and licks his face and stuff and that's how he and reader meet and become friends 😍 also wayne says he doesn't want the dog inside his trailer but eventually he and the pup become best friends (like all other reluctant dads who say they don't want a dog 😂) and they keep each other company while Eddie and reader are at school. something soft and fluffy please madame ily endlessly 🥺🥰

AN | You always have the best ideas, my love! And this is just too cute 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You were new in the neighborhood - if you could even call the trailer park as such. But you liked the place for now, and everyone you’d encountered so far was nothing but friendly and kind. It was much more than you had expected.

There was, however, one neighbor you hadn’t met yet; the trailer across and one over. You knew it was occupied because you’d noticed two vehicles coming and going. Maybe one day you’d meet your mysterious new neighbors…maybe you’d even make them a nice, fresh plate of cookies.

Your thoughts, and staring out of the window, were interrupted with a big lick across your cheek. You blinked a few times before laughing fondly and looking down to find your best boy, Pancakes, standing there with his tail wagging. You scratched his ears, before leaning down to press a kiss to his snout.

“What?” you asked when he nudged your hand with his nose, huffing playfully, “you wanna go outside and play?”

He perked up as soon as he heard the play, already on the way to the door. You grabbed his ball and frisbee, and followed him outside.

Pancakes led the way into the fading late afternoon sun, softly barking to encourage you to hurry up. You shook your head fondly at him; he really was your best friend and had been through so many tough times but also so many good times. You wouldn't have changed it for the world.

"Ready?" you really didn't even need to ask, the excitement evident through his body. You showed him the ball before tossing it to the other side of what would be considered your yard. He ran off eagerly, almost falling over his own feet, "careful, silly boy!"

He barked, almost as if he was talking back before bringing the ball back to you. You were in your own little world, you didn't notice that for the first time you were able to catch a glimpse of your neighbor.

Eddie Munson stepped out of his van and landed on his feet with a small oof. You'd immediately caught his attention and he couldn't help but stare at you. He'd wondered who had moved into the trailer near his, but he hadn't quite expected it to be you. You were breathtaking and magnetic, reeling him in like a moth to a flame.

But it wasn't you that noticed him first - it was Pancakes. The big, fluffy dark haired dog zoned in on Eddie right away, dropping his ball before running over to the boy. You didn't realize what was going on until you turned around and saw the dog running happily.

"Pancakes!" you groaned as you chased after him, "Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes! Stop!"

But you never stood a chance; once your dog had made his mind up, there was no stopping him. He bounded up to the boy and jumped up onto him, trying to lick his face and get all the pets.

"Hi buddy," you winced at how sweet the boy sounded despite almost getting knocked over by your dog, "you just want all the pets, huh?"

"Pancakes!" you stood in front of him and gave him the most stern voice you could, "get down! You can't just maul our neighbors with love. You gotta make friends first!"

"Did you just say…Pancakes?" the boy’s curly head whipped in your direction as he studied you with a curious expression. The dog finally calmed down and jumped off him, instead circling and nuzzling his legs.

“Y-yeah,” you admitted with a sheepish little smile, “his name is Pancakes. Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes when he’s being naughty. Such as now.”

You attempted to give him a stern glare, but didn’t have it in your heart. As soon as he looked back at you with those big, soft brown eyes, any annoyance instantly went away. Little did you know that the boy in front of you would have a similar effect on you in the future.

“That’s rad,” oh. He had a very nice smile, all toothy, dimple-displaying, and magical. He reached down to give Pancakes from scratches, cooing softly at the big dog, “he’s cool. You must be too if he's your dog. You just moved in, right?”

“Yeah,” your face warmed up under his gaze and you felt the desire to hide your face, “a few weeks ago. I was wondering when we’d finally meet actually. I’ve met everyone else here.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you nodded. He held out his hand, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from completely losing it. He had nice fucking hands, “funny, I was just wondering the same thing about you. I’m Eddie. Munson. Eddie Munson.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie Munson,” you let his larger hand engulf yours as you gave him a firm shake and told him your name, “and you’ve met Pancakes, obviously. Sorry about him - he’s just such a lover and thinks everyone wants to be his friend.”

“Well, he’s very smart because I do want to be his friend,” he grinned, bending down to scratch his chest as Pancakes nuzzled into his touch, “yeah, you’re a good boy, huh?”

“He’s the best,” you agreed softly, “but I might be biased.”

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, “hey, it was nice to meet you, and I’d really love to stay, but I have a meeting I need to get to. I’m sorry.”

“Oh no, Eddie, there’s no need to apologize,” you insisted, sad to see him go even though you’d known him for a total of about five minutes, “really. And I apologize again for his very…boisterous introduction.”

“No need to apologize,” he echoed your words with the most sincere smile, “hey - see you around? Soon I hope…”

“Yeah,” you nodded, probably more eagerly than you should have, “I hope so too, Eddie. Hey - one sec! What’s your favorite type of cookie?”

“Chocolate chip,” he beamed brightly, making your knees weak, “chocolate chip.”

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That was the day you’d met Eddie Munson, and as you would later on realize, fell in love with him.

He’d made good on his promise to see you again soon, sheepishly knocking on your door. The timing was immaculate, as you’d just finished up putting together a plate of freshly baked cookies for him. You’d let him, he’d munched on the cookies, and Pancakes reaped the rewards of getting to go on a walk with both of you.

He’d always been friendly with other people, but he’d never been as friendly with anyone so much as Eddie. It was like he’d picked out his other person, and neither of you knew it at the time.

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“Pancakes!” you groaned at yourself for dropping his leash, but either way you knew you were no match for his excitement. When he made up his mind on something, his mind was made up. And right now, he really wanted to go and see his favorite people - the Munsons, “Pancakes, you can’t just let yourself in!”

You ran after him to the Munsons’ trailer, but by the time you caught up, he was already pushing his way inside, nudging the screen door open with his head. You shook your head in exasperation as you rapped your knuckles on the door and let yourself in, although announcing yourself was unnecessary.

“Hi sweetheart,” you heard Eddie’s warm voice before you saw him, quickly wrapped up in his arms as you squealed in delight. He peppered your face in kisses as Pancakes excitedly sniffed around for anything that had changed since the last time he was there…which was yesterday, “oh, how I’ve missed you beautiful girl.”

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” you couldn’t help but smile at him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “but I missed you too, Eddie bear.”

Pancakes made a small sound, almost as if trying to make sure you didn’t forget he was there, and rubbed against his leg. Without skipping a beat, Eddie leaned down to kiss the top of the dog’s head, “hello to you too, good boy.”

“I’m almost ready to go, just running a few behind,” he grimaced slightly and gave you a meek little smile. You shook your head and touched his cheek, nudging him in the direction of his bedroom, “you’re the best babe. Most metal ever.”

“Hush,” yeah, you really loved this man. He quickly ducked down the hall, Pancakes trailing after him. It was then that Wayne came in and shook his head in amusement at the sight of you.

“Am I watching that rotten scoundrel of a dog again tonight?” There was no malice behind his words, affection lacing them as he made himself comfortable in his recliner.

“You don’t have to do that, Wayne,” you promised softly, going into the small kitchenette to pour him a cup of coffee. That man could drink coffee at any time of day, “I was going to leave him at mine. I don’t want to always stick you with him; he can deal with one night alone.”

“No, no,” he shook his head and you turned around to grab a mug, a knowing little smile on your face. Despite his grumblings and protests, you knew it was all a front. He’d initially been hesitant to allow the big dog inside the trailer, but after their initial meeting, you knew that the two were like peas in a pod. You saw the affectionate way Wayne was with Pancakes, and you’d caught them more than a few times, asleep on the couch together, which if you ever called him out on it he would vehemently deny, “the dog can stay here, it’ll be warm anyway.”

“If you insist,” you brought him his cup of brew, “I know better than to argue with a Munson man.”

“Thank you darling,” he gratefully took the warm cup, “don’t know what my nephew did to deserve you, but damn he did something right.”

“Very funny,” you teased, knowing full well that he was only joking.

“Yeah, Eddie’s a good boy,” he nodded gruffly, “he deserves happiness, and to feel cared for. You’ve done a good job of that; the boy’s smitten with you. Just…don’t break his heart, that’s all I’m asking of you.”

“I would never,” you promised softly, “I would never. He means way too much to me.”

“You’re good kids,” the corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly as Pancakes came over to him, lying down at his feet, “and he’s a good one too…I guess.”

You said nothing, but your smile said it all. Almost as if his ears were burning Eddie popped out of his bedroom and started to pad down the hallway. He didn’t stop until he was at your side, putting an arm around your shoulders as he greeted his uncle, “I see you’ve got your best friend hanging out tonight.”

“Don’t start with me boy,” he waved him off, “I tolerate him at best. You two better get going now, don’t want you coming back too late and waking me up.”

“Alright old man,” Eddie snorted in amusement, “we’ll see you later. Come on sweetheart, we should let these two have their fun.”

“Let’s go,” you agreed, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together, “behave while we’re gone!”

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“What?” you were sitting across from Eddie, on a big blanket outside of Lover’s Lake. He’d suggested coming out here after your dinner and movie date night, and you weren’t about to say no. It had been a wonderful evening, that had found you sitting cross-legged across from the pretty boy, looking at the stars and talking about anything and everything that crossed your minds. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“What do you mean what?” he teased softly, reaching over and playing with a lock of your hair. You playfully rolled your eyes before wrapping your fingers around his wrist and bringing his hand to your mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. You swore you could hear him sighing wistfully.

“What’re you staring at me for?” you gently pushed his hand back towards him, “is there something on my face?”

“Yes,” he answered seriously, causing you to drag your fingertips along the contours of your face. He laughed, that beautiful, magical sound you loved so much before pulling your hand away from your face, “only beauty. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Stop,” you couldn’t help the bashful expression that crossed your face as you tried to hide your face. But he kept you from hiding your face by gently pulling your hands away, “Eddie.”

“I mean it,” he smiled softly, clutching your hand tightly in one of his, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

"So dramatic," you tried to play off his affections, but it was no use. You knew he meant it and that he'd never let you forget, "just for the record, I think you're very beautiful too."

"Flatterer," he sighed but there was a tinge of pink that rose up in his cheeks that you could see even in the faint moonlight, "good for you that it's working."

You couldn't stop yourself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to his soft, plush lips. His hand found the back of your neck and he held you close, thumb gently stroking along your jaw, "I love you."

Your lips parted as your mouth formed a small o in surprise. You knew he loved you, of course you did, but neither of you had said those three little words out loud before. He must have panicked from your lack of response because his pretty brown eyes grew wide and he pulled back with a nervous expression on his face, "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to-"

“Say it again,” your eyes were wide and innocent, searching his as a timid smile grew on his face, “please.”

“I love you,” he repeated softly, his smile growing with each passing second.

“I love you,” as soon as words left your mouth, Eddie’s expression shifted and his whole face lit up with happiness. His large hands found your face and he gently stroked your cheek, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” he traced his thumb along your bottom lip, tilting his head to the side and looking at you more like a puppy than anything else, “like you’re something precious that deserves to be loved?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously, but he cut you off with a soft kiss, pushing away any remaining doubts and worries you had. When he pulled back you nodded softly, “something like that.”

“Well you are,” he settled his hands on your hips and gently pulled you into his lap, “and I’ll make sure you always know that.”

“You already do,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to nudge your nose against, “every day. I can only hope to do the same for you.”

“Trust me,” he agreed, “you and Pancakes.”

“I knew it,” you couldn’t help the bits of laughter that bubbled up as he offered you a crooked, dopey little smile, “I knew you only liked me because of my dog.”

“I mean, I did meet him first-”

“He almost mowed you down,” you reminded him, “and covered you in dog slobber!”

“It was all out of affection,” he insisted, causing you to scoff slightly, “I didn’t mind. Besides, it allowed me to meet you.”

“You would have met me either way,” you gently poked his side, causing him to squirm as he giggled, “I was going to come over and introduce myself anyway. Cookies and all - you only got to choose because I had the opportunity to meet you first.”

“Because of Pancakes!”

“Because of…” you put a finger to his lips, but he simply pressed a kiss to it, “because of fate. We were meant to meet and we would have done it either way!”

“He just helped it along,” oh, he loved pushing your buttons, “that’s all.”

“I’m starting to wonder if you just love me for my dog.”

“Absolutely not,” he insisted firmly, “I love you most of all, more than anything. Everything else is just a bonus.”

“Good,” you hugged him as tightly as you could, “now you may kiss me all you want.”

“I like the sound of that!”

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By the time the two of you got home it was late; later than you had expected to get back, so it wasn’t a surprise that you found Wayne on the couch, fast asleep and snoring lightly. The TV was still on playing some random movie, but the best part of all was Pancakes, curled up on the couch next to Wayne, his head resting on his leg and Wayne’s arm draped over his side.

You and Eddie exchanged a knowing little look but remained silent as he went to turn off the TV and you grabbed a blanket to gently cover them up. Despite his initial reluctance to having the big dog in his home, complaining about him being too big, too messy, too much of a nuisance, all of that had quickly melted away once he’d met the dog.

From then on, the two of them had been thick as thieves, although Wayne would never admit that. Wayne Munson wasn’t a dog person, nope…definitely not. When anyone else was around. He often volunteered to watch Pancakes when you were at school at the local college and Eddie finished up his final senior year. He insisted that the dog wouldn’t like being alone so much, but you knew that the two of them had formed some sort of special bond. You loved the way you had easily fallen into life with the Munsons.

“Do you think we should wake them up?” you looked over at Eddie who shook his head in amusement.

“Nah,” he grinned, “I think the two of them look pretty damn comfortable. Let them sleep.”

“Yeah,” you took his hand and started to pull towards his bedroom, “maybe we should do the same thing.”

“You want to sleep?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively as you shrugged innocently, “tired, pretty girl?”

“I didn’t say that,” you grinned as pressed some big, smacking kisses to his cheeks, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he closed his bedroom behind him and watched happily as you made yourself comfortable on his bed, “so much.”

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