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mysticmunson · 2 years

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from the script, part 2; eddie munson

sooo my dumbass has to repost this bc i forgot to put any tags

prompt: the preachers daughter decides to help eddie munson study shakespeare to take a glance into the life of a normal teenager. but when they become best friends, things become a tad more complicated

part one

word count: 7.5k

warning: like 30 seconds of smut, angst, mentions of trauma, gross men (let me know if i missed anything)

an at the end :)

The walk home from Eddie’s felt fast as you recounted the past few hours, engrossed in the idea of his affection. You wished you would’ve kissed him, but you felt completely obedient to his every move, he was making the rules whether he knew it or not.

“Hi sweetheart!” Your mom called from the kitchen as you walked in your front door, toeing off your shoes and placing them on the rack. You set your backpack down, approaching the voices in the distance.

Your mom was slicing some fruit as your dad sat at the table, fiddling with a newspaper. Smiling, you walked past them for the fridge, grabbing a water bottle, and stealing a raspberry from the bowl.

“How was your day at school, kiddo?” Your father asked, tilting the news away from his face to meet your gaze. Keeping your answer short, you said it was good. You could tell by his face he had something to say, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Good, good. What are you doing tomorrow?” He questioned, your mom smiling at you as you took a sip of water.

“I don’t think anything, just studying, and preparing for Sunday.” You responded, looking forward to your one day off from school and church. The only downside was not having an excuse to see Eddie, but you could live for the weekends.

Your father cleared his throat, “Well, Gregory Marsh had asked my approval to take you out tomorrow, and I agreed.”

You felt your voice plummet to the depths of your gut, trying to mask your true emotions that were bound to show on you shortly.

“Great, I’ll get a head start on my homework then.” You ran upstairs to your room, hearing your mom make a comment about how you must be nervous for your first real date.

Shutting your door gently, you looked at the pale pink rug on your floor, curling your toes into the plush material. You took a deep breath, steadying your racing chest as you sunk to the floor. Comfort was found in the cool material, laying on your back in hopes you would sink into it.

But you didn’t. You remained on the floor of your bedroom you’ve had since you were a baby, pale pink walls with cherubs on your dresser. The feeling of being alone weighed on your chest, locking down as tears pricked your eyes. All you could hope for is that the day would go by quickly.

—

“Wow, you look great.” Gregory commented as you walked away from your front door and towards his car, a 1979 Thunderbird. He opened the door as you thanked him, smoothing out your blue dress on his leather seats.

“I was thinking we could go get some coffee?” He proposed, eyebrows lifting while he buckled up. Agreeing, he began to drive away, putting on a local radio station that cycled through different genres of music.

Gregory asked you about school, church, and other common courtesy questions that you reciprocated. He told a story of his coworker who accidentally came into the insurance office without pants on, laughing the whole way through.

While the story was amusing, you weren’t interested, finding your mind trailing to other topics. Even mundane issues like if you remembered to put your dirty clothes in the washer or if you turned off the oven after making muffins for your siblings. You only snapped back to reality when you parked and the radio shut off midway through Manic Monday.

The quaint coffee shop had a case full of pastries, small treats, and some pre packaged goodies under fluorescent lights. As Gregory ordered a black coffee with a donut, you asked for hot tea and a croissant, tempted by all the treats. Once you had them, you sat at a table by the window, placing a napkin in your lap.

“So what do you think about senior year? Almost done, hm?” He spoke, taking a sip from his mug that seeped with steam. He placed it back on the circular table, decorated with shards of glass in cement, almost like a stained window on the walls of a place of worship.

“It’s good, a lot of work, but I’m glad I’m getting A’s.” You replied, toying with the flakes that broke loose with every bite on your plate. The warm bread melted on your tongue that you almost moaned, it had been crafted by someone with talent or pulled from a freezer and reheated. You didn’t care which at this point as you took another bite.

“Well, can’t say I’m surprised, you’ve always been so smart.” He acknowledged, feeling your own cheeks warm with flattery.

“Thanks. How are you enjoying being a real adult?” You asked, taking a small sip of your hot tea. It was a bit strong so you grabbed some honey and creamer, stirring it in with a small spoon.

“Better than high school.” He chuckled, “I enjoy what I do, just ready for the next step I suppose.”

The daunting next step loomed over your head as the words left his mouth, but the dark cloud had been there for a long time. He was established and now seeking a wife. He didn’t have to vocalize it, you knew, but you could only sulk for so long when you saw a whiff of familiar brown hair.

Why Eddie was at this exact coffee shop at this time was unknown, but you chose to focus on the guy in front of you who was recalling another mundane story. Trying with every fiber of your being to be intrigued, questioning why you couldn’t feel strongly towards him. He was what every parent would want for their daughter, but you wondered if all these girls really wanted them.

After you were sure Eddie was no longer in your presence, you had doubts that the hair belonged to him, it was like he was never there at all. Swallowing the warm drink, you excused yourself to the restroom, hoping to splash some cool water on your face to make you snap back to reality.

As you passed the bathrooms in the hidden corner, an arm grabbed to pull you in, recognizing the feeling of the rings immediately. Turning your head around, you saw his boyish smile as you stood stunned, heart racing quickly from the sudden change in direction. Every possible sense picked up on him; The way your back was held to his chest, watching his hands fall to your hips, smelling like cigarettes and cologne so intoxicating your head could spin, but what lacked was taste.

“Sorry, saw you across the street on your date with your ‘husband’, I couldn't help but think about you yesterday.” He rumbled against the shell of your ear, “Thought about my face between your thighs, when you made all those pretty noises for me.”

The lights flickered briefly as he spoke, his fingers trailing up your skirt to find your panties that were not yet soaked, but he felt as you relaxed into him.

“Eddie,” You whispered, eyes closing, “Will you kiss me, please?”

A chuckle rang through your ear as two fingers danced across your bundle of nerves, a gasp climbing from your lungs. Lifting one leg with his spare hand to gain more access, he felt how wet you were becoming.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart, kind of impolite to kiss someone else on a date. Call me a prude, but I think he may want to do that without tasting me.” His breath was ragged as he felt you wiggle against him, head thrown back like no words he just said actually resonated.

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” He began, nibbling on your ear lobe as his fingers worked you closer, “Look at you, spreading your legs for a man while on a date with someone else. A damn adulteress for a preacher's daughter.”

While the words were meant to spur you further, you ceased all movement. The simple word that left his lips last brought back the feeling of sitting in church, cross legged in mary jane shoes. Listening to the 1,000th sermon from your father about nuclear family dynamics, a man and wife.

As a child, you were taught that cheating was on the same playing field as murder, no matter the circumstance. When the phrase left Eddies mouth, you felt like you had murdered someone cold blooded, despite not even being Gregory’s beau.

“Stop.” You weakly called, his arms immediately leaving your body. He looked at you with care, beginning to ask if you were alright as you looked at him with an aghast expression. The images of being in church, hearing of these vile women who went against what was taught flooded your senses that Eddie had occupied moments ago.

“I…” Voice falling short, you walked hastily to your table, grabbing your purse. Coming up with an excuse of feeling sick, Gregory offered to drive you home, but you insisted you needed fresh air. Your feet took off, coming to a run once out of eyesight of the cafe and into the forest. Within the maze of trees, you found a small pond with tadpoles swimming in earthmade wells.

Crouching down to the ground, your finger lightly skimmed the cool liquid, watching the small creatures move to the edge. You pulled away your hand, trying to focus on anything, but the growing knot in your belly.

You looked around to see a fallen tree by the outskirts of the water, sitting on it and allowing yourself to cry freely. So much time was spent containing your emotions that you rarely cried, but they invaded your eyes, leaving a trail of black mascara.

You heard your name being called as Eddie came into view, disheveled hair and huffing chest. You turn towards him, backing up slightly before looking out across the water.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you or do something you didn’t want-” He anxiously rambled, walking closer and taking a seat beside you. Your throat contracted as you opened your mouth, deciding shaking your head would have to work for the moment. His hand went to hold yours that rested on your knee, his thumb stroking it in comfort.

He waited patiently as you recollected as much as possible, “Eddie, please kiss me.”

“I don’t think I should.” Giving a poker face, he visibly swallowed hard.

“Why not?” You whispered, all the fears of what his response could possibly be intruding into your brain. You started to wait for his response, but couldn’t stop yourself, “Eddie I don’t like Gregory the way I like you.”

The admission made his face go slightly pale, thumb seizing the calming rub on your knuckles while your chest tightened. You couldn’t get a read on his exact emotion, silently praying he would finally speak.

“I’m not what you need, you need someone like Greg.” He stated, his hand going to his own lap as he stood, beginning to pace.

His admission made your skin crawl. What was so different from what you had already done to each other to his lips against yours. You thought of how sex was such an enigma your whole life, only knowing things like condoms existed through health class. But a kiss was a display of affection or love to you. Wedding after wedding that your father hosted all sealed with a romantic kiss that you assumed made them weak to the knees.

Everything you and Eddie had endured together was unknown, it was thrilling to feel his hands touch your body, finding areas of pleasure you didn’t know existed. Purity resonated within you in these moments, you didn’t feel dirty or used, you felt respected. Where was the line drawn in intimacy that made it become the daunting, deflowering that was prompted for your wedding night.

Lips against lips was a declaration of devotion, one that you craved from the man before you. The demure emotions that you displayed held a case of unsteady ones, determined to plow through at any moment. You stood up sharply, dusting the dirt off your bottom as you let out a sarcastic laugh. He turned around with a confounded look, leaves rustling against his shoes.

“My whole entire life, I’ve been told what to do by everyone. Don’t be like them, Eddie, please.” You spoke, nerves igniting within you that you didn’t realize were there.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry,” He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck, “I just want the best for you, he can take care of you and all the shit that you want.”

He didn’t get it.

While the town of Hawkins resented him for his clothes, attitude, and music, they only accepted one version of you. You had no choice, but to conform to what was expected of you, it was conditioned by judgment from others since birth. Feelings always felt so black and white to you until you met Eddie, he was an unknown color that didn’t have a name yet, but it was your favorite now.

Ears burning with anger, you pressed your lips together to contain yourself.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” He tentatively asked, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to the left. Shaking your head, you turned to walk in the opposing direction until you no longer felt his gaze.

Wishing this was like a romantic movie where he would run up, suddenly understanding every ounce of trauma you ever endured, kissing you passionately while the skies opened up. But this didn’t happen. There were no footsteps behind you, just the noise of a bird singing above you.

—---

When Eddie walked into English class on Monday to see your seat empty, he assumed with the rest of the class that you were in the bathroom or running errands for a teacher. It was only when the bell rang for the next period did he realize you had been gone the whole time. The last you had spoken to him was Saturday, having to see your tears and leaving you distraught.

All throughout Sunday, Eddie was trying to formulate his emotions into a sensible response to you. That even though his desires burned on the deepest of levels, that it could never be enough for what you deserved. He couldn’t hold you back from everything you were capable of, as badly as he wanted to be all you needed and more.

Through his time of thought, he knew he needed to open himself up just as you had done amongst the tadpoles. To open his heart for the first time in a long time and let someone know how much he cared, despite how much he doubted himself.

When he asked a church friend where you were, she was astonished by his curiosity, saying you hadn’t been at the service the day before either. That you were staying at your friend Danielle’s due to her having a personal emergency on Saturday afternoon. With that explanation alone, his stomach sank with worry.

On Saturday afternoon, you devised a plan on a whim, calling your friend Danielle to cover for you and say you were at her house if asked. She wasn’t as straight edge as your fellow friends, only agreeing if you called her every so often to confirm your safety.

Running inside your home, you wrote a quick note explaining your friend had an unknown predicament and that you had to go immediately. You threw some clothes into a duffle bag with some other necessities, grabbing a walkman with some mixtapes and flying off on your bike. You sped down roads for hours, not knowing your end destination, just that you needed to get out.

You found yourself at a location outside your hometown, calling your parents on a payphone as they ridicule you for having to miss church tomorrow for the first time since 4th grade when you had the flu. You played the act of distress, having them eventually buy the bit before you could hang up.

Legs worn out, you knew it was time to find somewhere to stay, but your stomach growled. Grabbing as much ice cream as possible and some soda from a five and dime, you wandered to a motel, buying a night. As you sat alone in the dimly lit bedroom, you felt numb to the influx of emotions felt mere hours ago, a shallow shell.

Taking a quick shower, you cleaned yourself with your hands, allowing a thought of Eddie’s own fondling you once more. Feeling yourself still pent up from the lack of release at the coffee shop, you felt too mentally drained to continue. Pulling on some pajamas, you finally ate the frozen treat that had begun melting and drinking a Coke.

The TV buzzed with static as you clicked the buttons, settling on Growing Pains, focusing your attention to the charming Kirk Cameron. You stifled a laugh or two, but spent the night within your own head. It began to rain outside, distracting you from the heartthrob on the tv, back to reality.

Rain trickled down the window, making the streetlight and parking lot appear as an oil painting. Rain was similar to sadness where it made even mundane objects or things feel poetic or remarkable. Flailing on the stiff sheets, you let out a screech into the pillow beneath you, a laugh track taunting you from the device in the corner.

You weren’t sure when you exactly woke up, but it had to have been midday. It didn’t matter as the whole day was spent either crying, screaming into a section of the bed, or biking to a convenient store to buy cheap ramen and Skittles. You kept yourself busy by organizing the candy into color groups, starting with your least favorite flavor, grape, and finishing with the supreme, strawberry.

It was only when you turned the television on again when you recalled it was a Sunday, finally checking the time after your small excursions. It was already dinner time, yet the growing frustration of the situation filled you up.

You realized how pathetic you felt asking for permission to go away even at 18 years old, only justifying it, mentally, by living under their roof and still being in high school. But not everything was as definitive.

Everyday was a deed made for those around you. Wearing clothes that were approved by your parents, studying relentlessly to appease the idea that you would actually go to school and not just play housewife like the congregation expected you to, and even meeting Eddie began as a favor for a teacher.

You had tried to forget him, but the heart has more strength than the brain, finding yourself drifting off to the idea of him beside you. His arm slung around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your head, hair tickling your nose as he shifted in his sleep. He ambushed every waking moment and it was ruining you, knowing the feelings aren't reciprocated.

So the following day when Eddie was leaving school in a panic at your sudden disappearance, you found yourself at a small bar, eating fries while watching a random hockey game. Did people actually come to bars to watch hockey? It was fairly empty so probably not.

“Hey kiddo, you okay?” A woman asked, making your gaze go from the ice to her. You looked a bit thrown off until you realized leftover reminisce of your mascara still coated your undereyes.

“Men are the worst.” Is all you could muster as she guffawed, signaling a bartender to grab two beers on tap. He set the cool mugs down before she slid one in front of you, nodding in approval as you thanked her. Never having a sip of alcohol, you coughed after one sip, but went back for more.

“I hear ya. Names Patsy.” She quipped, sticking out a hand that you reciprocated, sliding over the bowl of fries with the free hand. She cocked an eyebrow as she took one, smiling kindly under red lipstick.

Patsy was unlike any woman you had met in Hawkins. She was covered in tattoos, worse fake eyelashes that reached her eyebrows, a small piercing in the hairs and gorgeous brown hair held back by a bandana headband.

You began friendly banter, eventually spilling more secrets as the night went on, she talked of her two ex husbands and her work. She pointed at a shiny black motorcycle outside that was hers as you sat in awe of a girl riding a bike like that. The sky was completely dark as you reached the result of what brought you here, airing out your dirty laundry to a woman who you knew nothing but everything about.

“Damn, kid, that’s a tough break,” She sighed, drinking another beer and licking the foam from her top lip, “My family was like that, I was a preacher's daughter too.” Her revelation made you feel light, that someone could break through the confines to find true originality.

“I’ll let you know something though, don’t let these guys make you feel bad, okay? My dad made me feel like shit for every mistake I made, but you gotta find your own way. Doesn’t mean you have to lose your faith, lose yourself, or run away. You just gotta find what's good for you, not anyone else.” Patsy proclaimed as you nodded along, feeling seen for the first time in yourself as a regular woman, not in accordance with your relation to someone.

“You think this kid, Eddie, is what’s good for you?” She questioned, popping a fresh fry in her mouth that she had ordered as you followed suit.

“I think so.” You muttered, staring at your black, hightop Converses that rocked against the beam of the stool.

“Then go for it, babe. And if that doesn’t work out, you got the rest of your life to figure that shit out. The love of your life is probably not named Gregory who worked in insurance. Just like mine wasn’t named David who was a used car salesman, never date one of those.” You laughed at her advice, but took it to heart, taking another swig of your second beer.

The small bar and its dance floor began to fill, loud music playing that flushed out your once intimate conversation. She excused herself as you bid farewell, finding yourself drinking a third beer. You had walked around in the small place, watching women and men dance with one another, surprised to see this place so active for a Monday night.

The casual jeans and tight, revealing shirt you wore made you feel more comfortable amongst the crowd, letting the alcohol flow through your tired body. The thoughts of worry, shame, and guilt dissipated with every sip.

“Hey! I’m Matt.” A gruff voice came from behind you, his hand reaching the small of your back. Too drunk to care much, you introduced yourself, leaning further into his touch. He offered to buy you a drink and you agreed, watching from the floor as he ordered a pretty glass.

Matt was probably six foot, wearing business casual clothes that made him look like a true adult, dress shoes that had to have been shined recently, and a shiny watch that reflected on against the dim lights. Your drunken haze made you confident you could marry this man right now, especially after downing the clear, brown liquid, choking at the stinging sensation.

“You ever had whisky before?” He yelled over the music, amused at your intense reaction as he moved to the beat.

“I drank for the first time tonight so no!” You grinned, arms raising to dance and embrace the sweat and intoxication flowing through the room. His hands pulled you closer to him as you swayed to a Prince song, finding more drinks reaching your grasp as every song continued.

He moved his head to try and catch your lips, but you’d shy away with a shriek. Alcohol had apparently made you a bit aloof and carefree, “I don’t kiss on the first date.” Your words were sewn together as he smirked, your ass pressing against his front while your arms lifted to behind his head.

You occasionally thought of engaging in this activity with the metalhead, but shook it off, he didn’t care. You could make yourself busy, tonight didn’t have to end until you think it should.

Concurrently with your adventure, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking of you, driving all over to find any clue of where you had run off to. He drove past the obvious spots like your house, the library, the woods near the cafe again, but to no avail. He wouldn’t be able to sleep until he knew you were safe, feeling guilty for not conveying his true affections.

He had found your friend Danielle through a call to Gareth, who confirmed that she was the same girl he kissed in third grade under the slide. There were only so many Danielles that he took a shot in the dark and rode to her place of work, a pet store near the city's center. He wished he had the mental capacity to look at the kittens meowing his direction, but his gaze was set on the girl before him.

He didn’t allow her time to introduce herself as he asked where you were, hands resting on the blue crate as she sorted through dog toys, labeling them.

“I don’t think I should tell you, she told me not to-” Danielle asserted, clear with the intent to stay locked down. That was one thing about girls who had strict parents had in common, they could be sneaky as hell and keep a secret like a safe.

“Listen, I just want to make sure she’s safe, she never misses church or school.” Eddie sighed, making Danielle freeze for a brief moment before continuing with her stickers.

“She’s fine.” Her response was not as solid, lip between her teeth as she peeled a decal from the fuzzy material of the toy. He kept his gaze unwavering towards her until she looked at him. Danielle knew you were a tad unstable at the moment, she secretly wished she would tell Eddie, but she also knew it wasn’t her information to unveil.

“Eddie, right?” He nods, “I get you want to make sure she’s safe, I’ve been telling her to call me every few hours to make sure she is. I don’t even know exactly where she is.”

Thanking her briefly, he stomped out in a hurry as the sun dimmed. He clenched his steering wheel and let the metal music blast from his speaker, screaming for a moment till riding out of the parking lot. He realized he should probably check the outskirts of town, going in the direction of your house.

He listened to three whole mixtapes before driving past a grungy bar, not paying much attention until he saw your bike. He knew it was yours due to the peeling barcode left on from when you bought it, he made fun of you for never remembering to pull it off. You now insisted it was part of the ‘essence’ of the bike, that you had to leave it on. He swung into a u-turn, trying to glance in to no avail. The lights were dim and smoke coated the insides.

He got out, shrugging off his leather jacket to leave him in an Iron Maiden tee with a small hole at the lower right side, a result of messing with a loose string too much.

“Hey! Your name Eddie?”

His head whipped to see the same brunette woman you spoke to hours ago, perched on a black motorcycle, wearing sunglasses, and smoking a cigarette. He walked up to her, breathing deep with uncertain emotions.

“Yeah, who are you?” His voice was harsh as she turned stern, stomping out the bud, standing up to be about his own height.

“Patsy. Had a chat with a girl here tonight, talked about an edgy boy who seemed too similar to you to be a coincidence.” She breathed, cracking the strain in her back as she leaned downward. He couldn’t tell if he felt comforted that he found you here, about 20 miles from city lines, about 30 miles from your home.

“Shit, yeah, I’m the asshole. But I’m just trying to find her.” He exclaimed, running a hand through his hair as he stood up straighter to take another look into the windows.

“Well, I’m just out here to make sure she got out of her safe.” This made the boy tense his eyebrows together, cocking his head as she lit another cigarette from her breast pocket. He took note of her cool jean jacket with various metal band patches, much like his own in the van.

“I’m not here to be the Pope or anything, but I understand her struggles, felt like I could give her a bit of advice. But some of these dudes, ain’t no good.” She took a huff of her cigarette, blowing smoke into the black sky, “I left, but turned around. Wanted to wait till she left or someone came for her.”

This was the first time she moved her sunglasses from her eyes, getting a good look up and down at Eddie. He stood tapping his foot nervously, hands on hips. His rough exterior made his jittery movements seem adverse, but she nodded and straddled her bike.

“Make sure the kids' home safe, got it?” She commanded as he nodded, watching as the motorcycle purred underneath her.

“Thank you for looking out for her.” Eddie called as she gave a wink, putting her black frames in front of her eyes and driving off into the darkness of the unfamiliar town. He stood in place until he heard echoes of Madonna from the inside, Papa Don’t Preach sending him to the front doors. His height did little to assist the mission of finding you, sandwiched between varying bodies.

You started to lose track of drinks, body moving absentmindedly to the rhythm cascading the whole atmosphere. Matt stayed glued to your side, feeding you fruity drinks and trying to get any words out above the music.

The man around you wasn’t just hoping you’d have a fun time drinking as he felt you up, cooing incoherent words in your ear which you always giggled at, mostly due to the tickle of his facial hair against your neck.

“Let’s get out of here.”

The words caught the brown haired boy’s ear as he looked to see Matt leading you out. Stumbling over heels and downing a shot, falling into his chest. Eddie got up and marched right up to you grabbing your hands then hung around Matt’s neck loosely.

“Eddie!” You sang with a grin, giving you a soft smile, mostly due to the relief of finding you safe. The other man gave him a dirty look, but he just shrugged, wrapping you closer to him in fear you’d fall.

“C’mon sexy, I thought we were heading to my place, so you’ll finally kiss me.” Matt placed a hand on your shoulder that was almost immediately met with a cryless wail, shoving your face further into Eddie’s warm and familiar chest. Too drunk to remember this was the same boy who left you heartbroken two days ago, just the positives stayed at the moment.

Matt mumbled an insult as he stormed out, knocking over a glass on the way out. Eddie ignored his temper tantrum, attempting to walk out by guiding your feet, but realizing it would save significant energy to just lift you. Your legs promptly wrapped around his waist, making incoherent noises.

“Fuck, how much did you drink?” He groaned, not expecting an actual answer, but was given one anyway after he sat you down, running to throw your bike in the back.

“I think 13, I should probably have another one cause that numbers uneven and some come with a little umbrella.” You hiccuped as he buckled you in, rubbing hands over his face at the severe amount you had, knowing you hadn’t touched a drop previously.

“Where did you sleep last night?” Dodging the aforementioned answer, she giggled, pointing to the right to a straight road lined with lit up restaurants and stores.

“I got a motel and watched TV and had ice cream. My bags there with my money, Kirk Cameron was there too.” You babbled, pulling the hotel keys from your pants pocket. He snatched it to your protests, looking at the name of the place and driving towards it. He realized the side of this town you found yourself at wasn’t exactly safe, grateful that he had just found you drunk and not harmed.

As you pulled into the same parking lot that was covered in rain the night before, he went to your side to open the squeaking door. He held your face in his large hands, looking you over as your expression was blank.

He gently coaxed you from his van, wobbly getting out and accidentally stepping on his boots that he loved. He was preoccupied grabbing his own overnight bag he had stored with extra clothes in case he ended up driving somewhere, he just thought it would be more drug related and not following you to a random bar related. He hadn’t even realized you had stepped on him until he heard you weeping, covering your mouth.

“M’so sorry Eddie.” You started heaving as he panicked, deciding to just carry you, again, into the small bedroom. A mantra of apologies flooded the room, “I didn't mean to step on your boot, m’so sorry!” He tried shushing you, hugging you close to his chest, stroking your hair.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, I’ve got ya.” His murmurs helped soothe you, breathing regulating to a normal tempo before he slightly pulled away, guiding you to the bathroom to change. As much as you probably needed a shower, it would’ve resulted in an injury at your state.

He grabbed your shirt and shorts set on your bed, a random pair of underwear from your bag, and placed it in your hands. He found some wipes to clean your face, waiting as you opened the door to the tee on backwards.

He smiled as you walked straight into his chest, looking up at him with big eyes, blinking, like a thought had never been behind them. He gently held your face steady so he could wipe off the mascara and lipstick.

“T’feels good.” You smile, eyes shutting as he tossed the dirty cloth in the bin. He found a way to get you to your bed, tucking you in as you yawned. He yawned right after making you erupt in girlish laughter.

“Alright, giggles, sleep.” He said, taking the pillows from the left side of the bed to make a space for him on the floor. He went to the bathroom to put on some flannel pajama pants, shrugging off a shirt, he was hot enough with the trousers. It was only when he had finally laid down that the whining began.

“Eddieee.” You whispered, peaking your eyes from the mattress, seeing your hair fall as he looked up at you.

“What.” Sighing as he stretched his back, trying to get comfortable on the very firm carpet.

“C’mereee” Words slurring against the foam mattress, inching further off the edge.

“No, sleep.” He mustered up as much sternness as he could at being this tired, it was also arduous to be angry at you.

The room went quiet as he shut his eyes, surprised that his attempt had succeeded quickly. This lasted a few seconds before he felt your finger start to trace his nose, scrunching it to derail your route. But you persevered in his hair, racking your fingers through it.

“I like your hair.”

“Go. To. Sleep.” He persisted, gritting out each word with eyes shut, turning to his side.

The room went quiet once more except for the slight buzz of the street lamps outside, but that too was joined by another noise.

“Eddie, please, I’m cold!” You plead, shuffling against the white sheets, restless.

He tried his best to ignore your words, still not very coherent, but you clearly needed him with you to shut your eyes for a minute.

“Can I sleep down there with you?” You reasoned, rubbing your hands over your tired eyes.

“Sleep.” Flatly saying it, but your begging continued softly, hearing a few sniffles followed by his name.

“Christ. Fine! Fine!” He broke, a joyful squeal coming from the mattress above him before he stood.

“Alright, little lady, no funny business.” His eyes squinted at you as he set the pillows on the opposing side, walking around to his side. He laid down beside you while you instantly latched onto him.

“I promise.” You mumbled against his chest, shoving your pointed pinkie finger in his face.

“Don’t take out my eye!” He dodged the attack, met with your simper.

“What if I wanted your eye? What if I was dying and needed it?” You berated, still slightly ineligible due to the drinks and being against him.

“Could I give you, like, a camel’s eye or something? Cause I kinda like my eye.” This was met with your gasp, setting your chin on his clothed peck to see him.

“I don’t want a camel’s eye!” The actual sad look on your face made Eddie’s heart leap, the silly situation warranting it making it easier to swallow than the last time he saw it.

“Go to sleep, giggles.” He chuckled, instinctively wrapping you closer as you melted into his grasp, hands respectively at your mid back.

“You can put your hands anywhere.” You hummed with shut eyes, cheek squished against him as he rolled his own eyes. His hands stayed still as he waited for you to drift asleep in his arms, finding his own rest shortly after.

——

Waking up to the sound of someone throwing up reminded Eddie way too much of his party days. He groaned, rubbing his face to gain consciousness until he realized he was in a motel. The memories of the night before locked in as he stumbled to the bathroom.

He grabbed your hair in a ponytail as you threw up, crying a bit from the intensity. No one forgets their first hangover. He rubbed your back, sitting on the edge of the tub right next to the toilet you were hunched over.

“You’re okay, just let it out.” He murmured tiredly, wincing at the clear pain you were in. He waited until you had stopped vomiting for a few minutes to help you sit against the wall, shoulders relaxing as you breathed deep.

“Drinking’s not very fun.” You grumbled, rubbing your own forehead as he chuckled, standing up to walk to the first aid kit at the top of the cabinet. Finding some ibuprofen, he got a cup and filled it with water, sitting next to you.

“Ah.” He vocalized, signaling you to open your mouth as he cupped two pills in his hand, helping you lean back to let them fall in. He cautioned you to drink slowly to avoid throwing up again.

It was quiet as you came down from your nausea, he opened his arms to let you rest on his shoulder which you obliged, head pounding less and less as the medicine kicked in.

“I’m sorry for thinking I knew what was best for you,” Eddie breathed, “I don’t know what’s best for you, hell, I barely know how to keep myself alive.” You softly smiled, slowly nodding, relieved that if anything, he just began to understand your situation more.

“Thanks Ed’s. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sorry.” Slightly embarrassed at how much you drank last night and throwing up in front of him, but he looked at you with kind eyes when you peered up.

“Don’t be sorry, you had every right to go away. I just wanted to make sure you were safe, was scared something bad would happen.” Nothing bad did happen, but Eddie couldn’t ignore the slight ache he had when he saw you with someone else.

When you were able to stand, you opted for a shower, grabbing your bag and shuffling in. Any quick movement left you a bit dizzy, steadying yourself against the countertop, hearing Eddie ask that you just leave it unlocked in case you fell.

“What if I fall on purpose?” The suggestive words left your mouth before thinking twice.

“I’ll leave you there if you do that.” He joked, tidying up the space.

Finding your toothbrush, you cleaned thoroughly until your gums were about to bleed, finally getting in the shower. As you stood under the warm water, the feeling of sickness was overcome by the intensity you felt through your chest these past few days. You knew you had to go home, but how lovely would it be to be a stranger.

Going to a bar, meeting fellow strangers that had no idea if you were lying or telling the truth. Being a stranger made you whoever you wanted to be for a few moments, oftentimes finding your true feelings as you release. An audience’s response that only matters for the time, leaving to never see them again. You hoped you’d find Patsy again though.

As much as your heart ached for the boy on the other side of the walls, you tried to imagine how the night would have gone if he hadn’t come. Had he not given a shit and just played guitar in his bedroom, shrugging off the news about your absence in English class.

The night behind you was hazy, but you remembered Patsy, the greasy fries, the sweet drinks, and Matt. You only remembered Matt due to his bad breath that was masked by the vodka in his system and your own, how he kept trying to kiss you. You knew he hadn’t kissed you cause you distinctly remember him dragging it out, making it a big deal that you wouldn’t kiss a random man.

The water became slightly cool as you finished, wrapping up in a towel with gold embroidery scattered across it. You went to open the door to grab your bag, but it was placed right by your feet, yelling a thank you in response.

“This room is, maybe, the size of a closet, you don’t have to scream.” He replied just as loudly as you stripped with the door shut. You found a cream sweater and blue jeans, putting those on as they stuck to your wet skin.

You entered the main room to Eddie watching MTV in his clothes from the day before, the band tee showing glimpses of his tattoos. “Man, this channel sucks during the day.”

You laughed, placing the strap to your bag over your shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the phone. Your blood ran cold when you went to reach for it, dialing your home number to your worried mother.

“Honey! Why didn’t you call yesterday? Is Dani okay? Are you okay?” She rushed, hearing the rustle of papers from the other side, slightly relieved that worry triumphed over anger.

“I’m good mom, so’s Dani,” You shared, twirling the cord as Eddie laid back to set his head in your lap. Your hand went to scratch his head until he started fake moaning sexually. Your hand clamped over his, but he continued excessively, the skin not doing much to muffle his loud voice.

“I’ll head home soon, love you!” You peeped, slamming it off before standing up, Eddie’s head falling against the covers as he laughed.

You shoved your face in your hands before smacking his chest, a loud noise of skin against skin emitting sounding oddly erotic. “Well that didn’t help!”

Grabbing your bag, you covered your ears, mimicking the same thing he did to you just a few days ago in his trailer. “La la, can’t hear you!”

A serious face came to him as he stood on the bed, holding his arm as if he had a sword, swishing it, “You must listen to Eddie the Banished, Miss Rocky.”

“What? Did you hear something?” You played along, hands still covering your ears as you looked around, but Eddie was in your personal space quickly, trying to pry your hands away.

“Miss Rocky can’t hear you, sorry!” You shrieked as you shook loose of his grasp, your back hitting the wall with a thud. You stood bashfully as he sauntered over to you with a playful glare, arms planting besides your head.

Lips met lips as he kissed you gently, hands dropping from their intimidating stance to your cheek and hip. He helped guide your hesitant movements, pulling away to look at you,

"Do you hear me now?"

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dollscircus · 2 years

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In like grade school I fuvking hated donuts with dad

Or muffins with mom

Did anyone else have that kind of stuff

-🦆

I don’t like sweet stuff

#🦆anon🦆

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marcholasmoth · 9 months

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OSRR: 3284

i went to the fabric store this morning with my mom to find a good color for the edge of her stained glass quilt. i pulled the winning bolt.

we went to lull farms and got some fresh peaches and a couple eclairs, which in my opinion are delicious. they're hefty chonkers and i'm happy to eat them.

i eventually made my way to work, intending to stop at the cafe at the school to get something for lunch, but when i got there, there wasn't anybody working, so i couldn't get food. so i grabbed a bottle of juice from a vending machine and made my way to the library.

i worked with three people on probability and statistics. and then when i was done i did some more. but one student was almost finished with all of her work, so she brought me a chocolate chip muffin, two donuts, and a gift card to express her gratitude for my help. she's been a sweetheart the whole time so i'm happy i was able to help her. i'm very proud of her.

anyway, after work i made it home and we had pork chops for dinner, and after dinner i sat down to write. i hammered out about 1500 words in an hour and added three and a half pages to a story i'd been working on for a WHILE, and i didn't realize it had been so long, honestly. i looked at the dates things were saved and they said DECEMBER. it's AUGUST. what???? when did that happen????? i could've sworn it was only march when i put those other files together. december???????????

fuck the passage of time. fr.

i had been asked to make tuna and clean out the cat's litter box, so after i finished writing, i set out to make the tuna, but i also wanted to make chicken salad for myself for lunches. i cut up all of the celery, but as i was squeezing out the liquid from the second can of chicken, i sliced my finger on the can. immediately it started hurting so i rinsed it, grabbed a paper towel, and then put pressure on it. in the meantime, i looked up how to know if you need stitches and which open emergency room was closest.

because at the cutoff of ten minutes, it was still bleeding.

so my dad to be to the emergency room where we sat for like an hour without being called in for anything or even triaged.

(short staffing is a bitch.)

but eventually i looked it at, and i let it bleed for a little longer, but then it stopped! so i told the nurse at the window and we came back home.

mom helped me put a bandage on and i sent mayo the last of the fic i did for them, but i gotta say i'm really proud of how it turned out.

i also texted joel in the middle of the ordeal and was like "grumble grumble grumble i cut my finger" and thankfully it's on the top because if it were on the bottom or the pad i would've died immediately, just, like,

what a fun use of a gif.

so now i'm in bed and i need sleep badly. my finger is bundled up and i'm glad i didn't need stitches. i'm glad i didn't stay. i'd be there for another seven hours or something.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3200s #sunshine boy

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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Okay but I'm a little stoned and finally not feeling the stomach cramps as badly so!

I need to talk abt Johnny and kids again, but specifically how good he'd be at those Dads and Donuts breakfasts we used to have at elementary school when I was a kid.

Like, fully going just to make the kid happy, not exactly thrilled to be making small talk with ppl who may or may not have strong opinions on him and his actions, but it's his kid, of course he's gonna fucking go no matter what.

And like. At those if u didn't have a dad u could go in for the last hour and have an extra leftover donut, but it always sucked cuz u would end up sitting alone if u weren't friends with the other single parent/etc other parenting situation kids (and I rarely was in my years there.)

But Johnny would absolutely just accidentally end up accumulating kids, staying the whole time because he can rearrange his murder schedule for his kid (it's a high privilege, to be noted), so they're one of the last dad/kid pairs left in the room

And he asks what the other lone kids are here for and gets told and is like. Well that's nice and fucked up all at once. Nice to give the extra food away, but also kind of isolating out those kids at the same time, by not letting them in until the end.

So when one of those kids shyly asks if he can sit with them, he says yes readily, and listens while the kids blabber abt some new cartoon ("they made a freckle bitches cartoon? I...I actually don't know if y'all should be watching that, do El and Eesh know you watch that?!") and then as another and another and another and so on kids come over until there's a dang near half full long cafeteria table of kids around them

And even if they had any inkling of who he was before, he's a hero to them now, without even trying. All because he listens seriously to them as they all chatter to him and each other, and makes jokes that are juuuust on the edge enough that the kids know it might be abt something grown up, but they don't know what so it just makes them giggle out of excited grown up feeling confusion

And he'd finally leave at the end of the last hour, saying ten plus goodbyes and heading back home like it was nothing.

Only to describe it later to a teary-eyed Aisha and Ellis who are like

Literally how did you do the sweetest thing possible on accident. We've watched you kill multiple people without blinking, but also you can do this. The duality of man, and it's both adorable and sexy

But yeah. Johnny would be just. Accidentally the Best with that stuff by being genuine and kind like he is with the ppl he cares for, those emotions leaking out a little more elsewhere as their situation becomes more stable with Stilwater under Saints control.

#text post #sr #anyway did anyone else have those events at school as a little kid or was my school just batshit lmaoooo #there was donuts with dads and muffins with moms #and then i dont remember the snappy names but also they had a day for breakfast with grandpa and then one with grandma too #aunts and uncles didnt get anything which is kinda bs #but i remember in first grade my aunt came once and took me out to lunch during my lunch hour to make up for it #and it was awesome and felt like we were doing something secret and spy like lol

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piers-wifey · 2 years

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hey, you seem to have a bit of tasty spite in you. can you give me some advice? because i really need to get back at my dad. he's a fisherman (im deathly allergic to fish so he's already an asshole because of this) and his fishing worms are fly worms. which he keeps in a dirt box in his room without a lid. so my mom and i are going crazy, because our apartment is FULL of huge flies. i woke up this morning and i thought there was a corpse in my room because there were like 6 flies flying around my room.. please i need to get revenge in the worst possible way that isnt murder or illegal. im begging.

Don't worry I got you, nonnie. This ol' gremlin is full of spite lmao.

***

Well, the easiest solution would be to take the box and throw it away, but that wouldn't have a huge impact on him and I'm pretty sure he'd get a replacement very quickly.

You could get dirt from outside (you know with worms, ants and what not) and spread it across his bed, stuff it into his pillow, his shoes, etc.

You could try to mix expired milk, vinegar or rotten eggs in his shampoo/body wash

Get a shit ton of Orbeez, let them soak in water and fill his car with them

Get a bunch of crickets and release them in his car

Glue his shoes to the ground

Sew the ends of his shirts and his pants together

Carefully put some TNT pop its under the toilet seat and just wait until he has to go to the toilet

If he uses solid soap, you could paint it with clear nail polish

Put Tabasco in his coffee/tea

Give him a mayonnaise/mustard filled muffin/donut

#Asks for Piers #Piers gives advice

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ilovethings-somuch · 7 years

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And I wonder why I can't keep my diet 🙄

#off topic #we have sooo many sweets #I made cookies #and then my mom made chocolate cake #and then my dad made pie #and he bought donuts and muffins #hmm I wonder who I get it from 🤔#jk I know exactly who I get it from #and now back to our regularly scheduled programming

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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Nicknames

ShinoMitsu Week 2021 Day Five: (Long Distance, Nicknames, Kimetsu Gakuen)

A/N: I kind of got a little carried away with giving Mitsuri’s siblings names and some screen time but I don't think it made this too much longer. Two more days left! Thanks for reading! Word Count: 3,074

“Hi, cutie pie!” Mitsuri said just before she clamped onto Shinobu’s back after classes let out. “Did you have a good day?”

“That one’s a miss.” Shinobu had answered. “But yes, my day was fine.”

“Aw, but you are a cutie pie!” Mitsuri grumbled.

“No.” Shinobu denied.

For some reason, seemingly overnight, Mitsuri became obsessed with finding Shinobu a nickname, but Shinobu had thus far rebuffed all of her attempts. A few names in the long list Mitsuri had tried were babe, baby, sweet pea, honey bunny, peanut, snuggle bug, muffin, cupcake, donut, marshmallow... a lot of them she had come up with while she was hungry. Every single one had been rejected with a laugh or a cringe, or a deadpan expression by Shinobu, but Mitsuri was not ready to give up anytime soon!

“Okay then speedy, I’ll walk you to the locker room.” Mitsuri tried again.

“My dad calls me speedy.” Shinobu revealed, “He’s been calling me that ever since I could walk.”

“What, so I can’t call you that?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Ah! How about my butterfly! That’s perfect!” Mitsuri shouted in excitement.

“Sorry, that’s claimed as well. Mom calls Kanae, Kanao and I her butterflies.”

Mitsuri huffed, disappointed, but she wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.

“Very well then, milady.” Mitsuri said with a small bow.

Shinobu snorted.

“No, just no.” Shinobu shook her head while Mitsuri puffed out her cheeks.

“It’s harder than it looks!” Mitsuri defended, crossing her arms. “I’d like to see you come up with a nickname for me.”

“I call you Mitsu sometimes, don’t I?” Shinobu asked, retrieving her track bag from her cubby.

“Yes, and I like that, but, it’s very inside the box. Try something different and see how hard it is!”

“Mitsuri, no offense, but I think you’d like anything I came up with. You’re kind of a sap for this stuff.” Shinobu said, distractedly looking into her bag to make sure she had everything as they walked to the locker room.

“I would not! Trust me, not any old throwaway nickname will be enough to sway me.” Mitsuri stated confidently.

“Hmm...” Shinobu tapped her chin, thinking for a moment. Mitsuri was right, not any old nickname would be good. She had to think of something that she would actually like to call her girlfriend. Something that was near synonymous with her. Just before they reached the locker room, a small smile curved at her lips and she stopped in her tracks. Mitsuri watched her expectantly.

“Thank you for walking me to the locker room. I’ll see you on the bleachers, my sunshine.” Shinobu winked, she goddamn winked without looking like a total ass!

Mitsuri’s heart leapt in her chest and her face felt hot. She tried to hold it together, but Shinobu just sounded so genuine and sunshine was actually a really cute nickname and— argh!

“That’s not fair, Shinobu!” Mitsuri whined, covering her face. She swore it was growing even brighter as the Kouhai laughed.

“Keep trying, I’m looking forward to see what you come up with next.” Shinobu said before heading into the locker room.

Mitsuri didn’t waste anytime hurrying to the bleachers so she could figure out a nickname for Shinobu while she practiced. She sat there, tapping her feet against the metal plank below her. Her elbows on her knees and her hands holding up her head as she stayed completely zeroed in on Shinobu. Watching her, she hoped for something to come to her like some divine intervention.

Shinobu had an affinity for purple, maybe plum would be nice? Sugar plum? No, Shinobu never seemed to thrilled with the food related pet names.

Perhaps sleeping beauty? Whenever they slept over, Shinobu always looked so enchanting in her sleep. Maybe a good choice for when she just woke up or was notably tired, but it’s not exactly a catch all name that could make sense at anytime.

Flower, maybe? A certain type... lily seemed too on the nose. Shinobu always smelled like blooming wisteria, but Mitsuri didn’t think that made a good nickname. It was pretty, but it just didn’t sound playful enough.

Mitsuri blinked, breaking from her concentration as she realized that Shinobu had been swarmed with a handful of her teammates and they were all looking right back up at her with big, troublesome grins.

Apparently, Mitsuri was staring so obviously and with such intent, that she had made a bit of a spectacle of herself. She gave an embarrassed smile and waved down at them whilst blush prickled at her skin.

“Kanroji and Kochou sitting in a tree—” Mitsuri heard one of the girls start to sing before Shinobu punched her in the arm. Mitsuri recognized the girl as Makio-chan, a friend from her class.

The other two she recognized simply because they were usually in Shinobu’s relay team. Makomo-san and Ozaki-san smiled good-naturedly as they laughed along. They were also well known from the swim team and tennis club respectively.

Shinobu rolled her eyes, her cheeks lightly flushed. She shooed the other girls back in their positions and leveled a small smile up at Mitsuri before darting off.

Mitsuri relaxed her muscles with a sigh. An afterimage of Shinobu’s dark, purple eyes stuck in her vision. They reminded her of the cool, vastness of space and when the light shined on them just right, Mitsuri swore she could see stars, whole galaxies even. If Mitsuri was Shinobu’s sunshine, then Shinobu was like Mitsuri’s moonlight.

“That’s it!” Mitsuri cheered loudly, her fists rocketed up above her head. She quickly covered her mouth however, once she realized just how loud she had yelled. Everyone in the bleachers around her and in the field below glanced at her curiously before turning back to whatever they were doing before.

“Just you wait, Shinobu.” Mitsuri mumbled much more quietly under her breath, tracing Shinobu’s figure as she leapt over the hurdles, “I’ve got some really good ideas now.”

***

Mitsuri waited for Shinobu to exit the locker room after practice, poised and ready to strike! As soon as the younger girl emerged from the room, Mitsuri pounced. She took Shinobu by the hand and quickly maneuvered out of the building.

“Where’s the fire?” Shinobu teased. “I knew you must have thought up something good judging by how loud you yelled during practice, but I don’t see the need for urgency.”

“You’ll see when the time is right! I want this to be as organic as possible.” Mitsuri said, still pulling Shinobu along even as they left the school gates.

“Whatever you like,” Shinobu smiled, “but whatever you are planning, surely we can walk? I’m kind of exhausted.”

“Oh, right!” Mitsuri remembered, coming to a sudden stop that had Shinobu bump into her back. “Sorry.”

“You’re okay.” Shinobu reassured, re-adjusting her hold on Mitsuri’s hand before they continued to walk at a more sustainable pace.

Before school, they had already agreed that they would go to Mitsuri’s house to watch over her younger siblings while her parents celebrated their anniversary. Almost as soon as they opened the door, Mitsuri’s mother ran up and quickly pushed the fussy one-year-old twins into the girls’ arms, one for each of them.

“Thank you Mitsuri, Shinobu.” The exhausted woman said, already halfway out the door. “We’ll be back before midnight, have fun and be good everyone!” She called over her shoulder before quickly shutting the door behind her. The girls swore they could hear the squeak of car tires as Mitsuri’s mother quickly drove away to pick up her husband as he got off work.

“Wow.” Was all Shinobu could manage as she recovered from the woman’s quick exit.

“I know,” Mitsuri giggled. “It’s one of the few days a year she doesn’t feel guilty getting away from all this chaos,” she lifted her little brother higher so she could blow a raspberry on his tummy, making him laugh. “It helps that you’re here of course, it makes her feel better because you’re so good with everyone.”

“I still don’t know why these kids like me so much,” Shinobu shook her head, taking hold of the hand of the near identical girl in her arms so she wouldn’t pull her hair.

“It’s impossible for a Kanroji to not like you, take my word for it.” Mitsuri said, making her way further into the home.

It was true, for some reason the rest of the Kanroji family fell in love with Shinobu right away and were eager to welcome her into their home. She was thankful of course, but part of her was sure the Kanroji parents were just excited to double the amount of free babysitters at their disposal. Still, they treated her well and she looked forward to visiting the busy home that greatly contrasted her own.

Six siblings, Mitsuri being the eldest at seventeen, almost eighteen now that Shinobu thought about it. Then there was Akimitsu, the oldest boy of the family. He was thirteen and went to the same middle school as Kanao. Shinobu thought the boy couldn’t be more different than his older sister. He was a very no nonsense soul and rather particular.

Natsumi was the middle child. She was eight and every bit as energetic as her sister which could lead to trouble if she was left alone. Mitsuri had told Shinobu one story where Natsumi had been unusually quiet so she and her mom had gone looking for her and found her in the bathroom with the tub overflowing with bubbles that she had dyed blue with some food coloring she had managed to snag from the kitchen.

Last but not least were the twins, Haruka, the girl, and Hayate, the boy, born just last year. When they were first born, Mitsuri had said it was hard to tell them apart at first glance. Now that they were getting older, it was much easier to tell who was who. They were sweet babies, but their moods could easily diminish at the drop of a hat. Fortunately they seemed content enough for the time being.

Shinobu followed Mitsuri, lightly bouncing Haruka in her arms as she walked. They followed the sound of the tv to the main portion of the home and found Natsumi laying flat on her stomach, coloring while watching some anime. Akimitsu was sitting nearby doing his homework.

“Hello Onee-san, Kochou-san.” Akimitsu politely greeted before turning back to his studies.

“Shinobu-chan is here?” Natsumi whipped her head around, jumping to her feet with an excited grin. “Hey, hey! Can we make something explode today?”

Shinobu had helped Natsumi make elephant toothpaste once for a school project and the little girl had been hounding her for more experiments ever since.

“I’m here too, you know.” Mitsuri griped, setting Hayate down in the play pen. Shinobu knelt down to place Haruka beside him.

“I see you everyday, Onee-chan.” Natsumi stated plainly.

Mitsuri crossed her arms and turned away to sulk in the corner. That seemed to do the trick because Natsumi went from hanging off of Shinobu, to comforting her sister, hugging her tightly until Mitsuri smiled and spun her around.

Akimitsu really made the work easy by helping out when he finished his homework. Natsumi was always so invested in what Shinobu was doing that they didn’t have to worry too much about her slinking off to cause mischief.

So while Mitsuri and Shinobu made dinner, Natsumi cheered them on and Akimitsu watched over the twins.

“Pancakes, pancakes!” Natsumi singsonged. “Hey Shinobu-chan, is that what you use to make a volcano explosion?” she asked, pointing at the tablespoon of white powder in Shinobu’s hand.

“Not quite. This is baking powder, baking soda and vinegar are used in most volcano simulations.” Shinobu informed.

“I wish you hadn’t told her that,” Mitsuri sighed. “I’m gonna have to put those in the lock box from now on.”

“Sorry.” Shinobu smiled.

“Come on Onee-chan, can’t we make one little mess please?” Natsumi asked, her bottom lip protruded.

“You’re still on notice after the coke and mentos fiasco.” Mitsuri reminded.

“Boo.” Natsumi jeered, now resting her head on the table.

Shinobu found the way Mitsuri scolded her siblings incredibly cute. Even as silly and childish as the older girl could be, she wasn’t a pushover and was very responsible.

“Onee-san,” Akimitsu emerged in the doorway looking a bit green, “I think the twins need to be changed.”

As helpful as the young boy was, even he had his limits.

“I’ll help you,” Shinobu graciously offered as she finished mixing the ingredients.

“Thank you,” Mitsuri smiled, turning back to her brother, “Okay, just a second,” Mitsuri called back, turning off the preheated griddle since they were walking away.

“Natsumi, why don’t you color in the living room while Shinobu and I clean up the twins, okay?” Mitsuri added as a thought. She couldn’t leave Natsumi in the kitchen unattended.

“Fine, I guess.” The younger Kanroji huffed before following Mitsuri and Shinobu out.

Akimitsu looked queasy as they entered the living room. Mitsuri giggled and ruffled his hair before picking up Hayate. Shinobu hoisted Haruka up and then they went off to the nursery room.

They cleaned the little ones up and changed them. Mitsuri getting done noticeably faster than Shinobu since she had to change more diapers than any normal seventeen year old should.

They weren’t really in much of a rush though and spent a little time in their semi-private room to talk to each other and babble with the twins, stealing a kiss or two before heading back.

“Natsumi!”

Mitsuri and Shinobu heard Akimitsu yell. The kitchen. They looked at each other before quickly putting the twins in the play pen and jogged towards the kitchen, Mitsuri in front of Shinobu.

“What’s going on?” Mitsuri called worriedly just before crossing the threshold.

“Onee-san, look out!” Akimitsu warned just a fraction too late as Mitsuri stepped on something slick and her foot swung out above her as she lost her balance and began falling backwards.

Mitsuri let out a surprised yelp and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, waiting for impact. Fortunately, impact never came. At least, not in the form of the cold hard ground, but rather, lithe yet firm arms.

“That was close, are you okay?” Shinobu asked from above. She had managed to catch Mitsuri just in time, hooking her arms under her girlfriend’s.

“Yeah,” Mitsuri nodded, a bit breathless, “yeah I’m okay.”

“Good,” Shinobu adjusted her hold, “Now, if you could adjust your footing that would be great. I don’t think I can hold this position much longer.” she said, her arms trembling a bit as she tried to hold Mitsuri up.

“Right,” Mitsuri grabbed the nearby counter and steadied herself, finally looking to the ground below caked in pancake batter. “What happened in here?”

“Natsumi.” Akimitsu answered, crossing his arms. “I'll admit I was resting my eyes because the twins left me with a bit of a headache. I didn’t realize she would take that as a cue to ruin dinner.”

“I didn’t mean too.” Natsumi sniffed, “I was trying to help. I wanted to surprise you and Shinobu-chan.”

“Well, surprise us you did.” Mitsuri smiled sympathetically. “Help me clean this mess. We’ll have to think of something else for dinner.”

“Okay.” Natsumi replied despondently.

The peace that was once fell over the Kanroji household was broken. Pancake batter all over the kitchen floor and griddle (that thankfully was still off) and the twins started wailing and were inconsolable. Shinobu and Akimitsu left the kitchen to try to calm them while Natsumi and Mitsuri cleaned everything up.

Mitsuri called for Shinobu to order something for delivery as it became increasingly obvious that the mess was sapping up all her energy and she was too hungry to start a whole new meal.

Thankfully, after an hour of struggle, everything seemed to get better once the food arrived. The babies especially responded favorably in presence of dinner. Though is seemed that more food ended up smeared on their faces than in their mouths.

After dinner, Shinobu washed off the twins while Mitsuri bid her other siblings good night. Then she came back to help Shinobu put the twins in their cribs. They watched the energetic babies wiggle at babble at each other between the bars, laughing at jokes only they could understand.

“Hey, that was a really good catch earlier.” Mitsuri said, placing her hand over Shinobu’s resting over the bar of the crib.

“I couldn’t not try to catch you. I’m just happy it worked out.” Shinobu said in return.

Mitsuri leaned down, resting her forehead on Shinobu’s shoulder, a small grin growing steadily on her face.

“Thank you for saving me from slamming into the slimy, hard floor, my knight.”

Mitsuri felt Shinobu stiffen and frowned slightly. She had high hopes for that nickname when she started taking a different approach. Slowly, she eased herself back to her full height.

“Did you not like that one either...” Mitsuri trailed of a bit before a wide smile overtook her lips.

Shinobu, though rigid, was flushed pink. She busied herself with Hayate, letting him pull her finger around, seemingly unaware of, or unwilling to answer Mitsuri.

“You like that one.” Mitsuri singsonged, wrapping her arms around Shinobu, rocking her from side to side with a satisfied giggle. “My knight in shining moonlight, Kochou Shinobu!”

“Mitsuri, cut it out.” Shinobu mumbled with very little bite. Her skin prickled with embarrassment as she was pushed around by Mitsuri’s movements.

“I thought of starshine too. I thought it would be cute since you called me sunshine.” Mitsuri went on instead. “I was thinking about how your eyes make me of outer space so I had a few more like comet, shooting star, my Venus—“

“Okay, okay,” Shinobu chuckled, “you had your hit, let’s not get too out of hand here.”

“So you really do like it?” Mitsuri asked.

“Maybe.” Shinobu replied stubbornly. She slipped her finger out of Hayate’s hand and retreated out of Mitsuri’s hold and out the door. She stopped just outside of the room to peer back at Mitsuri.

“Movie?” She asked, clearly attempting to change the subject.

Mitsuri playfully rolled her eyes and nodded. Giving the twins one last glance over before following after Shinobu to make some popcorn. Popcorn that she was going to drizzle with maple syrup since she couldn’t have her pancakes.

#shinomitsuweek2021 #shinomitsu #shinobu kochou #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji #demon slayer #kny #au

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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What do you look like? Really thin, brown eyes, pixie cut brown hair, some freckles...

How often do you bathe? I shower every 2-3 days. How do you wear your hair? Like I said, I have a pixie cut right now so I can’t do anything with it.

What colours do you tend to wear? I almost always wear black.

Do you have any tattoos? What, where and why? Nope.

What kind of clothes do you wear? Leggings and graphic tees, lounge shorts and t-shirt dresses around the house.

What kind of jewellery do you wear? None currently, but I’m trying to start wearing some again. I bought some cute stuff recently.

Is there anything else you often wear? All I wear is what I listed. Well, with the addition of sweatshirts and coats since it’s cold.

Would you say you had a “look”? A very casual, chill one.

When going out, do you dress up or down? Just leggings and graphic tees with my Adidas and a hat or beanie.

What do you wear to bed at home? Usually a t-shirt dress.

What do you wear to bed when your somewhere else? Leggings and a shirt.

Is there a place you keep any prized/secret things whilst you’re away? It’s a secret.

What’s your favourite food? Wingstop’s boneless garlic parm and lemon pepper wings, chicken strips, turkey or bolonga sandwiches, pesto pasta, pizza, ramen, eggs, chips and dip. What’s your favourite drink? Coffee, soda, milkshakes, and Starbucks Doubleshot energy drinks.

What’s your favourite dessert? Milkshakes, cheesecake, cookies, cupcakes, brownies, donuts, muffins.

What’s your favourite type of food (e.g Mexican)? American and Italian.

Do you have any mental problems? Yes.

Do you have any phobias? What? Why do you think you have this/them? I do.

Why might somebody dislike you? I might come off kinda standoffish and maybe a little unfriendly just because I keep to myself a lot and I’m not like overly friendly. I’m not super chatty and I’m moody. People might take that as being rude and snobby, but I’m really not trying to be. I’m nice, I just am dealing with a lot physically and mentally and it has made me moody, irritable, miserable, sad, and just... mentally and physically exhausted. It’s changed me in a lot of ways, it’s like I’ve become hardened. I don’t have my same sense of humor anymore either. I don’t know, I just don’t feel like I’m very fun or pleasant to be around anymore. I like spending a lot of time alone doing my own thing. I don’t have the energy or motivation to put into a friendship or socializing.

What skill do you possess that you are most proud of? I feel like I don’t have any.

What is your greatest strength (e.g. honest, loyal, brave)? I think I’m pretty understanding and open minded.

What’s your greatest shortcoming or flaw (e.g. cowardly, alcoholic)? I have too many of those, a lot I listed already.

Who do you most admire? My mom and brother.

Who do you most love? My family.

What three things do you look for most in a partner? Patience, understanding, caring.

Do you like crowds? Nooo.

What are your hobbies? Reading, surveys, scrolling through my social media feeds, watching YouTube videos, coloring, watching TV.

If you can’t get to sleep in the middle of the night, what do you do? I don’t even go to bed until like 6 or 7AM.

What is your favourite animal? Dogs and giraffes.

What is your favourite colour? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, mint, coral, yellow.

If you could ask God (to athiests - IF there was one) one question, what? If I could only ask one question I’d want to really think about what I would ask.

Rate yourself on these traits from 0 to 10. 0 - do not possess this trait. 10 - you have great amounts of this trait:

(*** I don’t like rating things, so I’m skipping this***) Calm temper

Charm

Cheerfulness

Confidence

Courtesy

Curiousity

Forgiveness

Generosity

Greed

Helpfulness

Honesty

Loyalty

Optimism

Patience

Self-sacrafice

Wit Background

Where were you born and raised? “In northern California born and raised...”

Briefly describe your family. My mom is a manager at Walgreens, my dad works at a car service place, and my brother works at the HR department as his alma mater (he was a business major, so it’s a perfect fit). We’re very close and enjoy a lot of the same things. They’re also very supportive, loving, and encouraging and I’m blessed to have them. They’re just the best.

You must choose one - your childhood was calm/peaceful or tragic/turbulent? My childhood definitely had its struggles due to health related issues, but honestly that’s not what stands out to me. I loved my childhood and miss it so much. I’m sad I’ll never experience that time again.

Did you have any rolemodels? My mom and grandmother.

What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you? I was a victim of gun violence at just 7 months old that left me paralyzed from the waist down (paraplegic).

How did it affect you? I mean, it changed my life forever in a big way and came with a lot of struggles and obstacles.

Have you ever had any recurring nightmares or themes in nightmares? Yes.

Do you currently have a boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Do you have any close friends? I don’t have any friends, but I have my family and that’s all I need.

Briefly describe your best friend: She’s hardworking, nurturing, caring, driven, sarcastic, intelligent, funny, well-liked... she’s awesome, everyone loves her. She’s also my mom. (:

Any enemies? No.

Who? What are they like? --

Would you risk your life for your best friend?(not lover or family member!) Well, my best friend is a family member (my mom), so that’s the only answer I have.

With who was your most important romantic relationship? I haven’t had one.

Of what are you most proud? My younger brother.

Of what are you most ashamed? This person I’ve become over the past few years.

Alignment, Ethics and Religion What is your religion? I'm a Christian.

Where do you stand on abortion? I’m not getting into that.

Where do you stand on gay marriage? If you’re two legal, consenting adults that want to get married then go for it.

Where do you stand on the death penalty? Not getting into that.

Where do you stand on wearing fur? I’m not a vegan or vegetarian, but I don’t wear or have anything made of real fur or leather.

Do you have a moral code that you follow? I mean, yeah?

Could you kill somebody? I automatically go to “no, absolutely not”, but I can’t say there wouldn’t be a self-defense situation where it could come to that. Hopefully never in that position. Even then I truly can’t imagine doing that, but I can’t say no for sure.

For what reason would you kill somebody? ^^^ And that’s not a for sure answer even in that situation. Let’s just move on from this, please.

Would you SERIOUSLY CONSIDER killing anybody right now? No, jeez.

Do you trust easily, or not? I don’t really have a trust issue, I just have a hard time opening up and expressing myself to people, even those I’m close with. I don’t like talking about my problems and having the attention and focus on me.

What are your political beliefs (anarchy, communism, democracy etc.)? --

Is there any race/religion you particularly dislike? Why? --

What, if anything, WOULD you sacrifice your life for? Umm.

Would you ever, for any reason, abandon your friends in an hour of need? Unfortunately, I distanced myself and became withdrawn from everyone a few years ago. I honestly pushed them away and ghosted. :/ I feel like the most shittiest person in the world cause they didn’t deserve that, at all, and they’ve reached out several times, but I was falling into such a dark, low place I just couldn’t do it. I began going through a lot and it’s been that way the past few years. I truly felt it was best for them, too, because I wasn’t pleasant to be around and couldn’t be there and be the friend they deserved. They’re better off without me.

Motivation What are your dreams/ambitions/goals? I don’t have any and that’s one of my many problems. I lost my motivation and drive.

How do you plan to reach them? --

How would your ideal partner look? I don’t know, there’s not really one particular type. If I like you, I like you. Do you ever want to have a family someday? With children? I don't want kids.

Who would you want to start this family with, or do you not yet know? --

What would stop you from reaching your goals (e.g. death, retirement fund)? Uh, death would certainly put an end to things. For me, my mental and physical health took control.

What do you see yourself doing next year? I have to take things day by day, hour by hour.

What do you see yourself doing in twenty years? I don’t knowww. That’s a terrifying thought.

Would you ever have an affair? I don’t have a commitment issue. I was loyal to someone who I wasn’t even really dating.

Would you ever have a one night stand? No.

What are your greatest fears? Death, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life and just wasting away.... which is how it’s been going.

More information If you had a month of nothing (no work, no obligations) what would you do? I’ve had a few years of nothing and I haven’t done a damn thing but waste away. My life is just passing me by.

How do you relax? I don’t really, but I try to by watching ASMR, reading, coloring, social media, watching something. The beach is the best thing for that for me, but unfortunately I’m not able to do that often.

What one thing would you change in this world (free Tibet, abolish Sweden)? I’d have to really think about that, there’s a lot...

Would you ever choose a career or job where your life was at risk? No.

Why? I couldn’t do that. I have the utmost respect and gratitude for those who do.

How would you like to be remembered after your death? I’ll be dead, so it doesn’t really matter to me ha.

Random questions Where you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No, just alive for some. 9/11 was the biggest thing and now this pandemic of course. I never thought we’d experience something like this.

How did they affect you? This pandemic has had the biggest effect because it’s affected EVERYONE.

Do you have any famous relatives? Nope.

Do you have to try and live up to your family’s expectations? They don’t put that kind of pressure on me, it’s me who puts that on myself.

Are you a loyal member of any organizations? No.

General Information Name: Stephanie.

Age: 32.

Date Of Birth: July 28th.

Race: White.

Height: About 5′4.

Weight: I’m not exactly sure, but I think low 70s lbs.

Are you happy with this? Nooo. I’m clearly underweight and too thin.

Desired weight: A healthier one.

Sexual orientation: Straight.

First language: English.

Second/Third/Fourth etc. languages (if any): None.

Why did you take this survey? It looked interesting and I don’t think I’ve taken it before.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 1

HEY HEY! IM SO EXCITE! Btw who here plays BTS World? This is very loosely based off that.

I need to download it again tbh.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

Leggo!

...

What does it mean to escape? To get away. If it means leaving behind all you know, all you’ve been raised to know, all you’ve been led to believe, with just yourself and the clothes on your back. Scary, but thrilling. Terrifying, but inviting. Unbelievable, but definitely possible....

...

On a early Tuesday morning where the sun was barely grazing the orange sky, you sat by your windowsill. You were dreamily staring out into the halo that was a mixture of red and orange. The halo of greyish clouds matched your mood to a complete tee. The aesthetic beauty of nature wasn’t enough to make you smile or even blink twice, however. It was always like this though. Yet something about this scene made you go sour.

Releasing a sigh, you stepped away from the window, shutting the curtains. Another day, the same thing. All you could do was attempt to power through.

As you lazily pulled your shirt over your head, you had managed to dodge that annoying dog. The little brat wasn’t even yours, but your oh-so loving step-sister’s. He always had a affinity for making your room a hot mess. Only yours in particular.

“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off. “What did you screw up this time?” you curiously scanned the room. Everytime that little fluffy beast rammed his little head into your personal space, something would end up broken, ripped, shattered, or completely destroyed beyond repair.

You almost screamed when you saw a familiar book cover on the floor. You instantly dropped to your knees, praying to yourself that it wasn’t true. The cover had a pretty violent looking rip along with the first few pages.

Your absolute reason for waking up in the morning was tarnished. A signed cover of BTS Universe Issue #1. Probably your one and only favorite series on planet Earth. You gingerly picked up the book, trying to inspect it with hopes that the damage was minimal. As little as this was, you almost felt like crying. However there was no time, you needed to tape up the pages and fast! Who cares if you missed breakfast.

...

“Morning Y/N!” Your step-dad greeted you in the kitchen. “You were upstairs an awful long time, I was about to send your mother to see if you were still up playing that game of yours!” he smiled warmly.

“Thanks Mr. Chai.” you replied politely. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“You know...Y/N...you could call me Dad.” he set a plate down on the table. “I know I’m not your father, but I want to be the best father-figure for you because I know...you haven’t really had that.”

You had to stop yourself from saying anything else. You haven’t had the best parental relationship, and your new step-dad really was trying. Maybe it was just his daughter that drove you nuts.

“Thank you.” you replied, smiling. “...Dad.” you winked, making finger guns. “Geez! You made a lot of food for just the four of us”

“ Well you ain’t see muffin, yet!” he winked. “You and Nari have a busy day today. She auditioning and you, my friend....well I don’t know exactly what you have planned for the day.”

“I’ll tell you if we can skip the food related puns.” you sat down at the table. It was a rule that everyone waited for everyone else. Even though you had taken the extra time to repair your copy of BTS Universe, you had seemed to be the first person down the stairs. In all honesty, you were just going to hang out at the comic store until Nari called to tell you she was done.

“Hey now, Donut kill my vibe!” he continued, laughing. “I have a million more of these, come on. Don’t go bacon my heart, Y/N.”

“Good job Y/N, you’ve gotten him started.” You mom came down the stairs in her little blazer and pencil skirt. “Whatever will we do now.”

“He did it himself, the guy’s an animal! You married a wild child, mom.” you joked. “He might just be a serial killer.”

“Don’t you mean...cereal killer?” he held up a box of Raisin Bran to make his point. You could only shake your head as your mother and step-father laughed together. Food related humor so early in the morning had to mean today wasn’t going to be a horrible as it started, at least for you.

“WHERE ARE MY THIGH HIGH BOOTS!” you heard a screech from upstairs. “THEY BETTER NOT BE IN YOUR ROOM, Y/N!”

“...WHY WOULD I WANT TO WEAR YOUR SHOES!” you yelled back after taking in a deep breath. “NARI, IF I WANTED TO BREAK MY ANKLES, I’D HAUL MYSELF DOWN THE STAIRS.”

“When will you two get along?” your mom shook her head. “It’s been three years.”

“We don’t not get along.” You shook your head. “Not my fault she’s difficult.”

“I can think of a few times you’ve been difficult yourself, young lady.” you mother pointed a stern finger at you. “Like when you locked yourself in the room to read that silly cartoon of yours.”

“It’s not silly.” you defended yourself.

“Oh come on!” Nari’s voice voice could be heard alongside some loud footsteps. “I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”

“Shut up, Nari.” you grumbled. “And keep your dog out of my room! He ruined my signed copy of BTS Universe!”

“Dorie got out again?” she seethed, looking annoyed. “I really have to put a bell on that dog.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, you bummed mood returning. Everyone knew just how much you loved that edition. You kept in in a super special display case, you cleaned the case every week, you kept your other issues on their own bookshelf along with your figurine and digital visual novel editions of the series. You were even on the buyer’s list for the special early anime release. You LOVED this series. Not even Nari dared to disrespect something as important as that, and she loved getting under your skin.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one.” your mother set down a bowl of cereal in front of you along with a muffin. “Now eat, you have a big day today.”

“Yes mam.” you replied, helping yourself to some cereal.

“If you want, you can take a muffin or bagel with you.” your step dad said.

“Dad! I can’t, I have to be super focused remember? Breakfast will just slow me down!” Nari scoffed.

“Not having breakfast will make it even worse, dummy. Dude, you’re gonna pass out on stage.” you threw a tiny cereal piece at her. “Eat something.”

“I’ll eat later, I just have my eye on the prize and nothing is going to stop me.” Nari stood up determined.

“Will you at least eat some toast, crazy girl.” your mother said. “Y/N’s right, you need to at least have eaten something to calm your nerves. Y/N make sure Nari eats something before you two go your separate ways.”

“I’ll try, no promise.” you shrugged. “Nari, if you’re done, then get your stuff and let’s go.” You promptly finished your cereal and went to go back upstairs. “You got ten minutes.”

“What’s her deal?” you could hear Nari ask, followed by an sudden whispering of your mom stating exactly what she thought was wrong with you. Your bet was on ‘everything’.

You walked back into your room, grabbing your purse from your desk. You eyed your taped up issue of BTS Universe #1. There was no way you were going to find another issue like that, and that damned dog just treated it like a loved toy. You grabbed your phone and shoved it into your purse. You went over to where the issue was and placed it on your desk.

“NARI LET’S GO!” you shut the bedroom door behind you as you walked out the room.

...

You sped to a stop outside the building. Nari was shaking in her shoes. She seemed hesitant to even open the door.

“Call me when you’re finished so I can pick you up.” you said, getting ready to unlock the doors.

“You’re leaving me!?” Nari looked like she was about to explode.

“Hello?! It’s idol trainees only?” you raised an eyebrow. “I can’t go in there with you. Nari what’s the problem?”

“...Um...I’m nervous alright! I’m giving up almost everything and if I don’t get chosen...I’ll just prove my dad right. I need this.” she stared down at her hands. “I’m not used to being a reject. I don’t know how you-”

“You wanna leave here with two working legs, I suggest you don’t finished that sentence.” you cut her off. “I’m not a reject.”

“That’s not what I was gonna say. I’m saying I don’t know how you deal with nerves like this.” she looked like she was gonna pass out.

“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”

“...Okay, I’ll try.” she opened the door. “...Thank you.” she stood up. “I’ll call you when I’m all set.” she shut the door.

“I’ll literally be at the store around the corner.” you replied before driving off. You watched in the rear view as she took her sweet time going into the building.

...(Later on)

You trudged behind Nari as she ran through the door. She seemed happy, so that must have meant the audition went well.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” you called to your mom and step-dad. “See you guys at dinner!”

You didn’t wait for them to reply before you closed the door. As you walked over to your bed, you noticed a disc laying on your bed. Just a random DVD. The closer you got, the font on the front got clearer.

“BTS World?” It didn’t look familiar in the slightest. “It’s called BTS Universe, Nice try Nari.” you wrote it off as a stupid prank by your oh-so-loving Step-Sister. It was only then you realized Nari was with you all day.

You took another look at it, gently taking it in your hands. It looked like it was glowing.

Call it curiosity, but you needed to know.

Your laptop was sitting at the edge of the bed, so you put the disc in.

“State your name.” a voice came out of nowhere.

“What?” you looked around in shock. The voice sounded like it came from right behind you.

“Please state your name.” the female robotic voice repeated.

“Y/N.”

“Are you sure that you want Y/N as your name?”

“Um Yes?” you raised an eyebrow. You still didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“Would you like to start a new game? You don’t appear to have any saved filed under the name Y/N.”

Maybe you were sleepier than you thought, but you ran with it. “Yes.”

“Starting new game....now”

Your screen began glowing a bright blue, a vivid, saturated blue. It was like your screen had turned into a flashlight.

“What the fu-” you suddenly stared at your hands, the very tips of your fingers turned pixelated. “MOM!!!” You tried to scream, only to have it come out in the form on an echo. You felt your feet leave the ground as tiny little pixels moved towards your computer. You could see the color draining from your walls, leaving everything white. It was like an earthquake ran through your room...only through your room.

Then...everything went dark.

...

(Why hello there...LET US PREPARE. I’m gonna go through with it this time, I swear on my bacon! The guys are coming next chappie!)

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Mr. Washington: I read your email, and I’m sorry that the Donuts for Dads event has upset you so much.

I put everything else out of my mind. Kai is my focus here.

Prosperity: It’s not just me that it upset. It upset my son Kai. Kai’s father isn’t in the picture, and I feel that events like this threaten to isolate kids who are in similar situations as my son. What happens to kids whose fathers can’t come, or whose fathers have passed away or are in jail - or those who happen to have two mothers?

Mr. Washington: I get what you’re saying, and you’re not wrong. I have addressed similar concerns in the past. But this is a yearly event and is hosted by the P.T.A., along with the Muffins for Moms event that takes place next week. I’m afraid my hands are tied.

Prosperity: If there’s nothing you can do about it, why’d you schedule this meeting?

Mr. Washington: Because it hurt me to learn how much this event has affected Kai. I wanted to know if there is anything I can do to help him through this.

Prosperity: The only thing I can think of is canceling the event.

#sims #sims 4 #TS4 gameplay #TS4 legacy #black simblr #britechester #banks fam #bankgen2 #banks day 25.2

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starryknight09 · 3 years

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Cops eat muffins?

Febuwhump Day 3: imprisonment

Read on AO3.

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“What’s your parents number kid?”

“Isn’t it supposed to be, ‘you get one phone call?’” Peter asked, using sarcasm to mask his nerves, something he’d picked up from Tony.

“Yeah in the movies.” The cop grunted out, not amused. Odd. He almost reminded Peter of Happy. “Now stop playing around. Tell me the number. I don’t have all night.”

“Um…” Peter tried to think quickly. He really didn’t want to call Tony, his guardian ever since the snap had been reversed six months ago and Peter had found out May had died of cancer in the intervening five years. Typical Parker luck. Because as far as Tony knew, he was staying at Ned’s for a quiet night of putting together Legos, not going to some rager in Midtown. Although to be fair, Peter hadn’t known Flash’s party would get quite so crazy. Or busted by the cops.

He could call Pepper, but there’s no way Tony wouldn’t find out. And she’d still have to drive all the way into the city at one in the morning. He couldn’t call Ned’s parents because he hadn’t seen Ned anywhere around the police station, and Peter knew he’d been up in the bathroom when the party had gotten busted, so it seemed like he’d somehow escaped, and Peter didn’t want to be the one to bust him. Plus, he was pretty sure Ned’s mom would totally tell on him to Tony. It was too bad he’d been standing right by the front door when the cops had burst. Anywhere else and he for sure would’ve gotten away.

“Well?” The cop prodded impatiently.

Who else was there? Who else? Who else? Just when he’d given up and resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to give them Tony’s number, a genius thought struck him.

“It’s 555-6437.” He answered.

The cop picked up the phone at his desk and Peter fidgeted as he waited in the chair across from him, the place he’d been dumped ever since he’d blown a zero on the breathalyzer test. Thank god for his fast metabolism. Any other teenager would’ve failed after drinking three beers.

“And who am I talking to?” The cop asked as he dialed the number.

“Oh um Hap— uh Harold Hogan.”

“Your dad?” The man raised an eyebrow.

Peter nodded. Sure, why not? Happy better come through for him. He owed him after he’d forgotten to pick him after school last week and left him sitting there for hours. Peter had covered for him and told Tony he’d gone to Ned’s house to work on a project and forgot to let him know.

“Different last name.” The cop stated, but Peter recognized the implicit question.

“I’m adopted.” He answered. That was actually true.

“Hm. No answer.” The cop said as he pushed the button to hang up the phone before dialing again.

Shit. If Happy didn’t answer Peter really was going to have to come clean with Tony’s number.

After another few seconds of ringing, the cop’s eyebrows rose and a bemused expression crossed his face before he said into the phone, “Well I’m sorry to disturb you Mr. Hogan but I’m Patrick McAllister, a cop at the 33rd precinct, and I have your son here, a Mr. Peter Parker. He gave me your number to call.”

Peter winced. He could only imagine what was going through Happy’s mind right now.

“No he’s fine. He was at an underage party where alcohol was being served, so we brought him in, but it doesn’t appear that he was drinking so I just need you to come pick him up.”

The cop paused to listen to whatever Happy was saying. Peter knew if he concentrated hard enough he could probably listen in but he didn’t really want to know.

“Yes, the address is…”

Peter stared at his shoes as the cop told Happy where to pick him up. At least that meant the man was coming and maybe he could salvage this without Tony finding out.

“Your dad’s on his way.” The cop said as he hung up the phone. “Said he should be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Great.” Peter said without enthusiasm. “So...are you going to put me in my cell now?”

The cop barked out a surprised laugh.

“What?” Peter asked, annoyed.

“Why would I put you in a cell?” The man asked, looking like he was working to hold back more laughter. Really, Peter didn’t think the question was that funny.

“Because I’m arrested. I’m being imprisoned against my will. Don’t you usually put people behind bars for that?” Peter explained dryly.

The cop burst out laughing.

Peter frowned.

“Man, you watch too much TV kid.” He said a moment later as he wiped at the tears in his eyes.

Peter crossed his arms, feeling defensive. No one liked being laughed at, and he, in particular, never liked being treated like an idiot.

“Did I take your fingerprints?” The cop asked.

“No.”

“Your mugshot?”

Peter shook his head.

“Then why do you think you’re arrested?”

Peter blinked. “Because I’m…here?”

The cop smirked. “Did you break any laws?”

“I was at the party…”

“True but that’s not against the law. You weren’t drinking and you weren’t providing alcohol to minors.”

Peter frowned. That first part wasn’t exactly true but he wasn’t about to admit that. “So if I’m not arrested, why can’t I just leave?”

“It’s against policy. Can’t release minors without a legal guardian.”

Peter’s jaw dropped. “So I’m going to get in trouble for nothing?”

“Tough break kid.” The cop shrugged, but Peter could see the glint of amusement in his eyes. He was clearly loving this. Well, at least someone was having a good night.

The cop seemed to sense his stormy mood. He picked up the open cardboard box on his desk and held it out. “Want a muffin?”

Peter eyed the assortment of chocolate, blueberry, and lemon poppyseed muffins. They did look good.

“Aren’t you supposed to be eating donuts?” He teased.

“Watch it kid.” The cop said without any bite.

Peter reached in to grab a chocolate muffin before the man could change his mind. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hey Pat,” Another cop said as he walked over to them twenty minutes and two muffins later. “The kid’s dad’s here.”

“Thanks Earl.” Pat answered and stood, gesturing for Peter to do the same. “Let’s get you home.”

They turned the corner around the hallway and Peter caught sight of Happy, standing in the lobby in black sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt. Peter didn’t think he’d ever seen the man out of a suit.

A second later Happy noticed them and frowned.

“Hey…um Dad.” He practically choked on the words.

Happy just harumphed and looked up at Pat. “He’s good to go?”

“Yeah. All set. He technically didn’t break any laws, but we can’t release minors without a legal guardian.” Pat explained.

Happy nodded and gripped his shoulder. “All right kid, let’s go.”

“Go easy on him.” Pat called out to them as they reached the door. “He’s a good kid.”

Happy snorted as he held the door open for him. As soon as it closed, the man shook his head and said, “Even police officers aren’t immune to the Peter Parker charm huh?”

Peter grinned. With a comment like that, it didn’t seem like Happy was mad.

“Thanks for picking me up in the middle of the night.” He said as they walked into the parking lot toward Happy’s car.

“What was I supposed to do? Make you spend the night in jail?” Happy asked gruffly, but Peter knew he cared.

“Technically I wasn’t in jail.”

“Looked like you were in jail to me.” Happy muttered.

“Nope.”

“What do you call what you were doing then?”

“Hanging out at a police station?” Peter tried.

Happy rolled his eyes as he thumbed the unlock button to the car on the key fob. “Sure kid.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” He shrugged. “Pat gave me muffins.”

“Only you.” Happy complained as he opened the passenger side door for him and Peter crawled in.

As soon as Happy turned the car on, Peter started toying with the radio dial even though he knew it drove Happy nuts. He couldn’t handle the man’s taste in music. He settled on an 80’s rock station as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“You seem in good spirits.” Happy noted.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. He was. He’d made it out unscathed. “If you drop me off at Ned’s house I can just climb up to his window and we’ll be all good. He lives on 59th and Fullerton.”

“That’s cute.”

“What?”

“That you think I’m going to drop you off at your friend’s house.” Happy huffed out a laugh.

Peter frowned.

“You’re staying in my guest room tonight.” Happy explained as if he was crazy for thinking otherwise.

Peter figured that could work. He’d just have to make it to Ned’s by tomorrow morning so Tony could pick him up there.

Happy glanced at him and his brow furrowed as if he couldn’t comprehend his continued zen. “And in the morning Tony’s picking you up.” Happy added.

Peter’s head snapped over to Happy. “What? He knows?” He asked, his eyes bugging out.

“Of course he knows. I called him as soon as I got off the phone with that cop.”

“Why?” He complained in a long whine.

“What do you mean why?” Happy looked at him like he was crazy. “You got arrested—”

“I wasn’t arrested.”

“—and then you call me and you think—”

“I didn’t call you, Pat did.”

“—that I’m not going to tell Tony, your legal guardian, not to mention my best friend, and the guy who signs my paychecks, that I just had to pick his kid up from jail?”

When he said it that way it did sound kind of bad.

“I was thinking that you owed me for not throwing you under the bus last week and you’d be cool about this.” Peter explained.

Happy raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah I owe you dinner or concert tickets or something, not a get out of jail free card.”

“You have no chill man.” Peter groaned.

A second later his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, thinking it was Ned trying to figure out where he’d ended up.

“Shit.” He swore when he saw Tony’s name on the caller ID.

“If I were you, I’d answer that.” Happy suggested.

“I’m going to remember this.” He said, like a threat, to Happy.

“I’m sure you will.” Happy said with an amused smile.

Peter glared at him as he thumbed the accept call button. “Hello?” He answered nervously.

Maybe it’d be ok. Maybe Tony would be cool about this. Peter knew he was no saint. He’d gotten arrested a bunch when he was younger. Maybe he’d understand.

“Peter!” Tony yelled.

Maybe not.

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