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darnell-la · 28 days

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Stepdad - Eddie Munson

pairing: stepdad!eddie munson x badgirl!reader

warning: step-family sex, age gap, stuffed animal holding (I swear, it's not what you think!), hair pulling, choking, spanking during sex, orgasms, creampie, gripping, begging, loud sex, rough sex, etc.

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3rd person pov

Y/n and Eddie didn’t get off great when they first met. They always had arguments and said backhanded things about each other. Their mother couldn’t fix it, but the more it happened, the more y/n realized her mother didn’t care.

Her mother has never been nice to her. She took custody knowing y/n would get along better with her father than her mother, yet she doesn’t care about that either.

After y/n’s father died, the relationship died completely between her and her mother. Her mom knew that and went out to find someone she could finally care about.

Eddie Munson is the lucky man she found, and well, he feels like he isn’t so lucky. Yes, he loved y/n’s mom at first, but after he noticed the way she treated and talked about y/n, he fell out of it.

The only reason why he’s in the very house right now, sitting on the couch and watching a movie while his wife gets dressed, is because he felt like he couldn’t leave y/n.

Her first thought was that his feelings towards y/n were feelings he’d have if he had his own kids, but the older she got, the more he noticed.

The dating. Her clothes. Her phone contacts. Her friends. The parties. How she spoke. How she matured. Everything hit him at once it seemed.

“Hey, babe! I’m almost done getting ready. Are you sure you don’t want to come along!?” Y/n’s mom yelled downstairs from upstairs.

As she and Eddie yelled back and forth at each other, y/n got herself ready. Whenever her mom goes out, y/n sneaks out. I mean. She’s almost a full adult and the drinking age will be legal soon. She refuses to sit back and wait.

“Y/n, I’m leaving!” Her mom yelled outside the door then walked off to go downstairs. “Make sure she doesn’t annoy you all night,” Y/n’s mom told Eddie before giving him a peck.

“Oh, she won’t. She’s always in her room anyways,” Eddie said before talking about a few things with Y/n’s mother until she finally left.

“Aye, y/n!? You hungry!?” Eddie asked, standing in front of the stairs. “No!” Y/n yelled back, still touching up her makeup. She’s always overdramatic when she walks out of the house.

“Oh, well, okay,” Eddie slightly felt hurt by the way she always answered him. She doesn’t mean to, after years of living in this household, she feels like everyone’s against her.

Y/n quickly got finished before sneaking out of her second-story window. It’s always a hassle, but she got it and she knows she can sneak through the back window when she comes back because Eddie will be asleep by then as always.

“Hey, y/n! Why don’t you come down and watch a movie! I know it’s a bit late, but I think we should, I don’t know, hang out more!” Eddie suggested at the bottom of the stairs, hoping she’d say yes but she never answered.

“C’mon, y/n, we should really get along more! Your mom’s gone. Maybe I’ll let you have a sip of my beer or something,” Eddie suggested anything at this point, but she still didn’t answer.

Eddie slowly made his way upstairs with a sigh, talking to himself to rehearse what he what to say to her. She’s basically her daughter, and they never talk. He hates not seeing her.

“Sweetheart, c’mon. Don’t leave ya old man hanging,” Eddie said outside of her door. “Y/n, seriously,” Eddie knocked before placing his hand on the handle to open the door but it was locked.

“Hey, what did I and your mother discuss? No more locked doors,” Eddie said which he didn’t totally agree with, but she was not answering him, making him panicked.

Eddie wasted no time to push the door open with his strength and then grow a shocked look across his face. “Y/n!?” Eddie shouted out, hoping she was hiding in the room until he saw that her window was open.

“Son of a bitch,” Eddie cussed as he pulled his cheap phone out of his pocket. It took him a while, but he got to the tracking app he downloaded his phone and secretly hid on hers with her mother’s permission.

“Who the fuck-“ Eddie cut himself off, noticing she was in a familiar rich neighborhood. He hasn’t stepped foot in that neighborhood since Steve moved. He’s not welcomed there by certain people.

“And who are you?” An older voice said behind y/n, making her jump a bit. “Oh, hey. I’m, uh, my name's y/n,” she stuttered as she placed her 4th cup of the night down.

“Aren’t supposed to be drinkin’, hm?” The man asked, making her blush in slight fear and embarrassment. She hated it when people noticed her age. She only has a year to go.

“Aw, don’t worry. This is my party anyway. I’d go to jail if I called the cops to come get you,” he said. Yn sighed in relief before picking her back up and holding a small conversation with him.

He seemed nice, but she knows older people’s intentions when they hold conversations with kids they’ve never seen or talked to before.

“Where’s your boyfriend tonight?” Jason asked. He gave him her name a few minutes ago when he started bragging about his golden days in high school. “I don’t have one,” she awkwardly smiled.

“Well, isn’t that something,” he smirked down at her as he took a sip of his beer. “Why is that? Daddy won’t let ya?” He asked. “Stepdad, and no, that’s not why. I just- I don’t like immature boys,” she said, making Jason chuckle.

“Hm, really? Want someone older?” He asked. “Kinda, yeah,” she admitted. “That’s called daddy issues, princess,” Jason said as he leaned toward her. She didn’t notice because she was giggling to herself. After all, he knows he isn’t wrong.

“I can help you with that, you know?” He said, not inches from her face. “Oh,” she said, growing shy. She hasn’t been hit on a man this close before. This is different than the other times.

Y/n went to speak, but she focused on a man at the front door. It’s her stepdad. “H-Hey, I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Y/n said before quickly speeding off towards the stairs.

As soon as she took her eyes off of Eddie, it was like his eyes quickly connected to her figure walking upstairs. He knew she had seen him. She looked in a rush to get up.

As Eddie looked around, he heard a familiar voice call out y/n’s name. At first, he’d thought it was one of y/n’s friends maybe, but when he noticed who it was, his blood boiled.

Jason Carver was talking to his stepdaughter. What a creep. He’s always gotten what he wanted back then. He’s always gotten what Eddie wanted…

Eddie quickly stormed upstairs, wasting no time barging into every room there was until he saw y/n trying to climb out a window in this kid's room.

He knew this house was familiar. Jason had kids with Chrissy, but they’ve recently divorced, so their kids moved from one house to the other.

“Nah uh,” Eddie said as he got ahold of y/n and pulled her in. Y/n sighed in anger, angry that she’d finally been caught. “What the hell are you thinking!?” Eddie shouted.

“Was just having fun,” y/n rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. “Having fun? At a grown man’s house!?” Eddie yelled at her as she continued to give attitude-like looks.

“You’re not my real dad, so you have no say in my life,” Y/n said with full confidence. Eddie completely stopped talking, surprised at her words at first. He knew she always felt like that, but he wasn’t ready for it to come out of her mouth.

“You’re right. I'm not, but I’m still trying to protect you, and this is not safe. We’re leaving,” Eddie demanded as he went to grab y/n’s wrist, but she pulled back and slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me. I’m staying here whether you like it or not,” y/n said, staying her ground against her stepfather. “Oh, is that so?” He asked, making her nod her head.

“If you stay and drink more than you already have. I can spell the damn liquor. Then whatever happens to you, is not my fault. I warned you,” he said, hoping she’d get scared about a possible situation, but she’s not a kid anymore.

“Okay? Not like you cared anyways,” Y/n said. “What are you even talking about!? I’ve always cared for you but you make it so fucking hard to! You always bitch around and leave after a minor agreement that you started!” Eddie yelled in her face.

Y/n’s face instantly changed, as well as her attitude. Hearing that come from Eddie is making her feel bad because it’s true. She pushes away.

“Whatever,” y/n said as her eyes teared up a bit. “No, there’s no whatever! There’s never a whatever! I’m trying to fix us, and you’re just letting it die! Stop letting shit die with people who care for your y/n!” Eddie grew angry.

He’s been wanting to say things for years, but he felt that it was inappropriate because she’s not his daughter.

“Eddie, just leave me alone,” Y/n said as she turned her body to leave, but Eddie got in her face before backing her up to a bed in the room as he kept going.

“You’re always leaving. Always avoiding arguments. You’re stuck up and a fuckin’ brat. You’re an adult but a little fucking brat,” Eddie said as y/n leaned her upper body back as Eddie’s got closer.

“I just-“ y/n tried saying but Eddie shut her up by grabbing her face with a hand. “Shut the fuck up!” Eddie yelled loudly. So loud, it made her ears ring and the room echo.

“I’m done with your shit. Your mom never does anything about this fucking attitude,” Eddie spoke after a few seconds of silence. “Well, I am,” Eddie added before pushing Y/n’s body hard, making her fall on the bed behind her.

“Hey, what the fuck,” Y/n said as she tried leaning back up, angry that he put his hands in her. “What did I say!?” Eddie yelled again, making y/n look up at him. The view she saw, widened her eyes.

“Eddie,” Y/n said low as she watched him continue what he was doing. He quickly pulled his belt off of the straps and then threw them right next to y/n on the bed before messing around with his jeans.

“Eddie?” Y/n asked, hoping he’d answer and maybe calm down at her low and calm voice. “No speaking,” Eddie said as he pulled his pants and boxers down, just enough for his cock to fall out.

Usually when y/n has sex with a boy, their cocks jump and slap against their lower stomach. Eddie’s fell out from his big and heavy he is.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing? What- What are you thinking!?” Y/n panicked at the sudden feeling of being trapped in mixed emotions and in a room with her stepdad.

“Spread,” Eddie demanded as he looked down at his stepdaughter. “What!? Hell no,” y/n said as she got up but he pushed her right back down with a sigh and eye roll.

“Spears your fucking legs. Now!” He seemed more serious this time, but y/n couldn’t just give herself up to him. Her stepdad.

Y/n quickly turned around to crawl off the bed, but he quickly grabbed her ankles and pulled her back. She tried grabbing things to hold on to, but the big stuffed animal didn’t help her.

“Told you. Avoidance,” Eddie said under his breath as he forced y/n to her knees on the bed then pushed her back down, making sure her ass was nice and spread in the air as her face was smudged against the teddy bear.

“How come you don’t dress like this around me?” Eddie chuckled before ripping y/n’s fishnets right where her panties stuck out. Now he has a clear view of her cunt barely firing in her tight panties.

“Does your mom know about this? Because I don’t think she’ll take too lightly of her daughter being a little whore,” Eddie’s words should bruh y/n, but they didn’t. She was taking it all in.

“I bet you’ll start crying like you always do,” y/n could hear the smirk on Eddie’s mouth as his top rubbed up and down her clothes lips until he finally decided to rip them apart.

“Jessie Christ,” Eddie groaned under his breath as he reached out to wipe his fingers along her folds. “So wet,” he spoke before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking. “And sweet,” he added.

“Eddie, I don’t think we should be-“ y/n tried speaking until a hard slap came down on her ass, making her cry out loud. “What the fuck did I say? Shut. The fuck. Up,” Eddie grabbed y/n’s hair to pull her back and whisper those words in her ear.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” he said then pushed her back down. Y/n whined low, knowing she couldn’t say anything right now, or he’d definitely hurt her, but she knew he would make sure she got some fun out of it.

“Let’s see if my cock fits in this pretty pussy,” Eddie spread y/n’s right cheek wide until her hole opened a little for him to see and scan how he should enter her.

Before she knew it, his top finally pushed at her entrance. “Mhm,” y/n moaned as she jerked at the feeling of being stretched so slowly. “P-Please,” y/n begged, not knowing if she’d be able to take him all.

“Y/n,” Eddie spoke her name to warn her, she she quickly got the sign before he forced his way all the way inside of her. “Fuuuck!” Eddie groaned loudly as he threw his head back.

“So tight,” Eddie grunted as he pulled back slowly, watching his stepdaughter's cunt wrap tightly around him, trying not to let him go. “Fuckin’ suckin’ me back in,” Eddie groaned before pushing back into her.

“Agh!” Y/n moaned loudly into the teddy bear. “Take it, baby,” Eddie said before thrusting his hips at a good paste, letting his little girl get used to him so he could finally ruin her.

“I knew this was what you wanted, baby. Always saw it in those slutty eyes,” Eddie spoke as he gripped y/n’s ass to pull her into him. The slapping and wet noises didn’t take long to fill the room.

“C-Can’t,” y/n whined as her legs began to shake. “What the fuck did I-“ Eddie cut himself if quickly, noticing he’s been giving her too many chances. He’s done with that.

Eddie quickly leaned to the side and grabbed the belt he had thrown to the side of her earlier. He wasted no time wrapping the leather and metal part around his hands before extending the belt and then bringing it down onto her ass.

“Ow!” Y/n cried out loud. She’s never been whooped before. “Shut it!” Eddie kept fucking into her as he slapped her ass with the cheap belt he’s always thought about using on her.

“You’ll never be too old to get spankin’,” Eddie said, bringing another slap down to her ass as she beg for him to stop. At first, she couldn’t handle it and wanted it all to stop, but after awhile few more spanks, she noticed how much the knot in her stomach got hard to hold.

“F-Fuck, Eddie, fuck!” She moaned loudly as she gripped the stuffed animal tightly and came all around his cock. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Keep cumin’. Keep it comin’,” Eddie threw the belt away before gripping y/n’s waist to speed up his fuck.

Y/n’s stepdad threw his head back, breathing and huffing like an animal as his stepdaughter's ass clapped back onto his pelvis and lowers stomach, repeatedly.

“Oh god, Eddie,” y/n moaned as her cunt throbbed around his thick cock. “Call me daddy, y/n,” Eddie said, knowing it sounded wrong, but he had to. “Huh?” Y/n asked softly, still dizzy from the orgasm and also a bit shy to do such a thing to her actual stepdad.

“Call me daddy, sweetheart. Fuck, I need it. I fuckin’ need it, baby,” Eddie’s voice cracked and a few moans slipped from his mouth. He could feel himself right around the corner, and he needed to hear her before he came.

“D-Daddy,” y/n shyly moaned, making Eddie groan and grip her sides harder than before. “Fuck, y/n, more. I n-need more,” Eddie begged his own stepdaughter to call him daddy.

“Daddy, please,” y/n finally moaned loud enough for him to be satisfied. He was going to leave it at that before she kept going. “P-Please, Daddy, please,” she kept moaning. “Agh, fuck, y/n,” Eddie leaned over to grab the moaning girl's hair and arch her back enough for him to watch her ass clap back at him and see her facial expressions.

“Daddy, fuck!” Y/n shook again as her clit began throbbing out of control. “Fuck, y/n, fuck,” Eddie cussed before slamming deep into her throbbing pussy to fill her until there was nothing left.

“Ah, shit,” Eddie’s voice cracked as he fell slumped onto y/n’a back, slightly crushing her, but she had no problem with it. Feeling him still leak inside her as her pussy throbbed around his cock was one of the best things that’s happened to her tonight.

“Divorcing her, we move out, and we get together. I knew what kind of person she was years ago, but I couldn’t leave you. You’ve always been drown to me whether it was a little girl who needed help or a 20-year-old who needed a man to take care of her,” Eddie spoke before he lit y/n’s blunt that he rolled up for her in his car.

They decided to take a ride around the neighborhood until they came to a stop at this park to talk and smoke.

“I’m fine with that. I don’t like her anyways,” y/n admitted as Eddie chuckled and placed a hand on y/n’s lap. “You know, this is all daddy issues, right? There’s no way in hell I’d take you if it weren’t for that,” y/n joked, making Eddie laugh.

“Oh, yes you would have. You’d have no choice,” Eddie leaned into y/n with a smile before she leaned in herself to kiss him. The kiss felt like no other before to the both of them.

“You know how pretty you are?” Eddie asked in between their kiss. “How about you show me?” Y/n asked as she grabbed his joint and placed her and his down before quickly moving on top of him.

“Out here, princess? What if we get caught? I’m not gonna stop fuckin’ you,” Eddie warned. That already made her pussy throb. Again. “Then do it,” she challenged as she quickly pulled his heavy cock out and slid down onto him.

“Fuck,” she moaned low as Eddie threw his head back. “Gotta love or you’ll get stuck,” Eddie joked as he grabbed a hand full of y/n’s ass to pull her up and then push her back down.

“What if I wanna get stuck, Daddy?” She teased, as he shackled with a groan. “Don’t,” he said as he knee-bucked into her at the thought of her calling him that. He knows he shouldn’t like it, but he loves it so fucking much.

“Why not, Daddy?” She asked as she slowly leaned into his neck and began kissing and leaving bite marks. “Y-You’re mom, sweetheart,” Eddie made sure she knew the consequences.

“Fuck me in front of her. Who gives a shit,” y/n moved inches from Eddie’s lips with a smile as he smiled. “You’re such a bad girl,” Eddie pushed up into y/n, making her throw her head back with an eye roll.

“That’s what I need,” Eddie spoke as he grabbed one of the joints to take a few hits before passing it on to y/n. “I fuck a lot, so I need you to keep up,” y/n said, slightly triggering Eddie’s head.

“Oh, I will, but may I ask, who have you been fucking?” Eddie grabbed the joint from y/n’s hand so he could take his hits. He still doesn’t want his girl getting too high. She’s not at the legal age yet.

“Doesn’t matter now,” y/n said as Eddie kept the joint in his mouth and slowly snacked his hands up her body until he gripped her neck tightly. “You should have never told me,” Eddie said before using his free hand to lean his seat back.

Eddie moved y/n around and he got in a good position to fuck into y/n as she tried keeping her body up. “G-God,” y/n tried laughing it off, but the way his cock abused her inside made it hard.

“S-Slow down, fuck!” Y/n placed her hands on his chest but slipped and fell against him. Eddie gripped her and pulled her face to the side so he could keep the blunt in his mouth as he pounded up into her like he’d never done before.

“Think I can’t keep up now?” Eddie asked before laughing as y/n moaned in the crook of his neck. “Fuck, Daddy,” y/n tried teasing, but she’s in no position for that right now.

Eddie placed the joint down as he took a complete halt to his movements. Y/n’s stepdad roughly turned Y/n around and pushed her back onto the seat.

“Are you mad?” Y/n slightly giggled as Eddie came in between her legs and then slammed into her, causing her to scream loudly. He quickly covered his mouth because his car windows were down.

“Shut the fuck up,” he spoke, back in angry mode as he gripped y/n’s hair with his free hand and pulled her head back. “Agh!” Y/n moaned loudly as her eyes rolled back and her legs began to shake.

“Yeah,” y/n growled as he licked y/n’s cheek and down to her neck before sucking and leaving bite marks. Eddie groaned on her neck as y/n groaned into his palm and came around him again tonight.

The both of them couldn’t get enough of each other. Who knew something like this could happen to people who once couldn’t have a simple and normal conversation with each other.

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koy6na · 2 years

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boy next door

“i guess you’re really the slut everyone says you are. that’s okay though, i kinda like that about you.”

shigaraki x fem reader

tags: loss of virginity, dubcon, paizuri, oral

being forced by your mom to befriend your neighbor’s weird kid is the worst thing to happen to you in a long time. you’ve always known shimura, the two of you had basically grown up together however, you were never close. you’d always been surrounded by friends or boys and he’d be alone, kicking the sand or doing something weird. it wasn’t until your mom caught you and your most recent fling laying horizontal on your bed, with his hands under your shirt, that she became dead set on fixing your behavior. she knew that tenko did good in school, but it was mostly because he had no social life. the guy was a practically a shut-in.

tenko appeared at your front door, accompanied by his mother, who was holding a basket of fruit as a gift for spending time with her son today. your mom had relayed the plan for today, she would go to the pachinko parlor for a few hours with shimura’s mom while the two of you hung out at your house. you glanced at shimura with a fake, but friendly smile. he doesn’t react.

“ok! we’re gonna head out so why don’t you two make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie or something!” your mom’s shrill voice rang in your ears as you mentally rolled you eyes. shimura was wearing a black hoodie with dark wash jeans. the hood covered his head while his pale blue hair hid his eyes. he just looked like the type of guy who’d be ecstatic over this situation. as if any girl would willingly hang out with this creep. the truth is you’d caught shimura looking up your skirt a few times at school. you’d be lying if you said that didn’t get you going a little, having some creep probably jack off to your cotton panties, but inviting him over to watch movies in your room was something that you would’ve never willingly done.

yet here he was, sitting on your bed watching some netflix movie you had randomly put on. when you asked shimura what movie he wanted to watch he shrugged and started unzipping his hoodie. his long sleeve shirt lay just under his collarbones, giving you a clean look at the defined divots. the film was dragging on, every moment was predictable. you paused the movie abruptly and scooted over to shimura’s side of the bed. “you don’t actually wanna be here, do you?” your eyebrows lifted as you asked him. he turned his head slightly to face you. “of course not, you think i really wanted to sit in your room and watch rom-coms for three hours?” his tone is flat. you laugh as you tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “why don’t we do something fun then?” you smile at him, genuinely this time. his face still doesn’t change. “like what?”

you lean back on your left hand and undo the first button on your shirt. “like...i’ll let you touch my tits.”

his eyes widen, you can actually see the deep red of his pupils hiding beneath his hair. “r-really? you’re really gonna let me?” his voice is different now. he’s still quiet but the excitement in his voice is hard to miss. you smirk, “yeah, i’ll really let you touch ‘em.” as you unbutton the rest of you shirt, shimura has turned to completely face you, crimson eyes stare intently at your chest. when your lace bra comes into view, his tongue darts out to hydrate his bottom lip. he reaches a hand out to thumb the thin material. he swallows thickly. “can you take this off for me?” his voice quivers. you remove your blouse as well as the pretty black bra you may or may not have purposely put on in case something like this might have happened.

his eyes are on your naked chest now. “can you play with them first?” his question startles you. it surprised you that he would wanna see you touch yourself before him after his eager reaction to your suggestion. “sure.” you pinch your right nipple as your left hand grabs the skin of your left tit. shimura licks his lips again. his hand reaches out to press his index finger into your nipple. a poke turns into a pinch which turns into a greedy grope. his breathing is ragged and you can see his erection through the material of his jeans. both of his rugged hands are on the soft flesh of your breasts. you whimper softly at the feeling and he takes notice of what feels good and what doesn’t.

suddenly, he reaches a hand behind your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. his tongue immediately slips in, it’s so wet and messy and so hot, unlike all the bland, boring makeout sessions you’ve had with other guys in this very room. you try to pull away but the intensity of his mouth on yours reels you in, along with his moans. all you’re doing is kissing and he’s moaning like a girl. it makes your body get all hot and tingly. your hand reaches for his pants zipper but he pushes you down onto the bed, straddling you. shimura pulls away to take a good long look at you, tits out, face red from the lack of oxygen his kiss just gave you. he palms his crotch as he gazes over every inch of your body. when he pulls out his cock it’s practically crying. the amount of precum leaking from his tip drips hot splotches on your stomach.

“i wanna fuck those pretty tits, ok?” his voice is different again. this time it’s greedy. he settles right beneath your chest, dick stroking slowly. he pushes your tits together around his pulsing cock. his hips thrust aggressively against you. your tongue darts out to kiss the tip as it bump against your mouth. shimura’s moans are loud and needy, it makes your cunt weep. “i fucking love these tits. i fucking love you.” his eyes roll back into his head as he grinds his tip into your tongue. “fuck, can i fuck your pussy too? i swear i’ll pull out.”

he slides off your soiled panties, holding them up and getting a good look at the translucent fabric. “geez, you’re practically beggin me to fill you up, huh?” now you’re embarrassed. shimura’s not like other guys you’ve been with. they’re all greedy and nasty but shimura’s not afraid to show it, and that part of him makes him so much more desirable because you know how much he’s enjoying himself right now. he pockets your panties and rubs his leaky tip through your folds. the head of his dick snags your clit, sending shivers through your body. he’s taking his time rubbing himself along the outside of your cunt. “can you just put it in already?” he was right, you are begging for him. tenko laughs, “i guess you’re really the slut everyone says you are. that’s okay though, i kinda like that about you.” you scowl but loosen up once his tip prods your entrance. he kisses you sloppily one last time before thrusting his dick into you.

he’s so rough and his inexperience is showing through his erratic rhythm. his head is buried into the crook of your neck, he’s moaning into your ear, filling your head and making you weak. for a weird guy he has such pretty moans. his pace is slowing as he becomes surprisingly gentle. he’s kissing your neck and it starts to feel like the two of you are having more than a quick hookup. you know it’s not like that but when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are narrowed and his mouth is slightly agape, small moans and curses are falling right out. it’s making your face burn.

“you feel so good. it’s ok if i do it inside right? please. please.” he’s babbling as his dick twitches inside you. you know he’s about to cum even before he starts begging. “you said you’d pull out.” you whisper against his lips. “but you feel so good. come on, it’s just once. don’t worry i’ll fuck it right back out of you.” he smirks as he quickens his pace. your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, bringing his hips closer to yours despite your protest to his pleas. he’s deepstroking so intensely you can practically feel his tip kissing your womb.

“fuck, gonna cum. let me see those pretty tits again.” he flattens his tongue against your sensitive nipple as his hot cum spurts inside your aching cunt. you snake a hand between your bodies and rub your clit, trying to follow his orgasm. tenko quickly replaces your hand with his, he rubs your clit with his thumb so slow yet so good. you’re cumming within seconds. you’re moaning his name as he finishes you off with his fingers. before you know it he’s kissing you again with the same greedy attitude as the times before. when he reaches down for your clit again you toss your head back. “i fucking love this pussy.” he says while kissing down your throat, leaving small hickies on your collarbones. his lips are at your stomach now and he leaves a kiss under your belly button. and then another underneath that one, and before you know it his tongue is lapping up your arousal. he’s about to go deeper until you hear the sound of the front door open.

you quickly meet his eyes while hopping up to get dressed before your mom sees the two of you. you’re hastily buttoning your top when you notice tenko propped up on one elbow, pants still unzipped, staring at the length of your skirt. “what are you doing? my mom is gonna be in here any second.” you try whispering but your frustration comes through louder. he rolls his eyes and begins buttoning his jeans. you’re leaning over your desk, looking in the mirror trying to fix your hair and smudged mascara when you feel tenko kneeling behind you. you can also hear the sound of your mom’s footsteps on the stairs. “get the fuck up. do you want to get ca-” you gasp when you feel his tongue against your cunt again. you close your eyes feeling his hot mouth against your clit. his hands come up to put your lace panties back on, the ones he stole off you earlier. “thought i should give these back before your mom sees what’s leftover from what we did earlier.” he gets back up to turn the movie back on, leaving your legs shaking from his teasing.

you’re about to turn around to reprimand him but your mom walks in. her eyes look around the room and she smiles. “i’m glad the two of you are getting along. tenko, your mom is waiting for you. thanks for spending the day with my daughter she could really use a good influence.” he smirks at her words of grattitude. “please, it was my pleasure.”

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modernfamilyfanfics · 4 months

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Alex Dunphy x half deaf! reader - accidental confesses

Deaf in the left ear.

You and Alex weren't very close, you were close with Haley. Haley invited you to have a family dinner. I had a bad habit of accidently staring at people for too long. That was happening with Alex I kept staring at her. "So YN what do you do for fun?" Claire asked. "I'm actually in college, Caltech" i said putting my hand over my mouth "Oh, really you know Alex there she also goes to Caltech...also i have noticed that your loud" Claire said cutting her food and looking at me then Alex. "Mom leave him alone he's deaf in one of his ears" I decided to quickly change the subject "I've seen you around before were on the same floor" I said smiling and looking at Alex she smiled back.

She smiled back and I started to stare at her. After the dinner Haley and her parents had to go to their grandparents for a bit they are bringing me later so Alex offered to look after me at the house while we were waiting. "Why do you stare so much?" She asked fixing her glasses. "Sorry have a habit for staring" I said loudly "I never said I had a problem with it." She said walking over and sitting on the couch "Your smart for someone who is friends with Haley" Alex stated. "We met at a party and she thought i was cute. Literally probably only one of the reasons she wants to be friends with me" I laughed. She nodded smiling. We then heard the door open and joined them in the car to their grandparents.

When we got there i was introduced to Gloria, Jay, Joe and Stella. Haley had long wondered off, i felt awkward so i sat on the couch while everyone else was outside. i messed around with my hands looking down at them. I heard footsteps and moved to look like i was having some such of fun "Why aren't with Haley?" I looked up and saw Alex sitting on the other couch. "She looked like she was having fun and i didn't want to drag her down." I smiled awkwardly "Well i'm bored so wanna head back to Caltech?" She smiled i nodded and stood up. "I'm going to tell Claire quickly" She ran off slightly and ran back "I didn't let her speak, lets go before she starts talking" She grabbed her bag opened the door and left with me following behind, she ubered for us and we got back to the dormrooms "Wanna head to mines i don't have a roommate" I said she nodded and started walking to my dormroom and opening it showing gaming stuff and random pieces of paper and the Tv in front of the bed. "Sorry it's so messy" I started to pick up notes and doodlings "Is that a drawing of me and Haley?" I turned around and looked at the drawing "Oh yeah i drew that a while ago. I'll throw it away-" She quickly moved it when i tried to grab it "No, i like it" She said "Wanna sit and watch a movie?" I said fixing my bed She nodded and we decided to sit and watch little women.

"Alex said she was going to her dorm why isnt she answering" Claire said still knocking "She left with YN she might be with them" Clarie stopped knocking "Which one does he stay in" Haley started walking and looked at the light next to my dorm door and unlocked the door. She walked in on the bright screen and us basically cuddling in the bed. She grabbed a pillow that had fallen of the bed and threw it at us. i woke up Alex still fast asleep "Ow Haley!" I said whisper shouting "Oh hey, mr and mrs Dunphy" I waved "What were you two doing" Haley said giving me and Alex a look "What? No we weren't doing what you think. We just sat and watched little women" They gave me a look i felt arms wrapped around my waist "Come back to sleep" she dragged me back down and kissed my cheek lazily

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kai parker x reader (both 18+!) (shy!virgin!kai)

summary: troubled by his own body, kai's afraid to go all the way with you. that is, until you confess you love him regardless of the way he looks, giving him just the confidence he's needed all along.

tags: friends to lovers, kissing, minor fingering, shy!kai, mentions of child abuse / physical abuse [I can't just write a normal fic, can I?], implied s3lf h4rm, emotional hurt / comfort, confessions, making out, blow jobs, virgin!kai, top / bottom switching, reader is a little freaky, nipple sucking, pet names, aftercare, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: sooooo... this has been sitting in my wips for over a year. for some reason, i just never posted it. but unfortunately, i have work tomorrow, so i'll be dead as a doornail that evening, and the work i wanted to post isn't done yet, so i'll post this in the meantime. that being said, i think i'm finally starting to get back in the swing of things. i'm still working on requests as well as other stuff, but i'm coming back slowly!

also, if this idea is totally unusual, that's probably why it sat in my drafts for a year. it's a year old fluffy smut with a strange premise. bare with me. 😅

The minute you get back from work, you collapse onto the nearest chair and groan.

“You okay there?”

Looking up, you see Jo and her boyfriend on the couch watching a movie. Oops.

“Sorry. Yeah. Long day. Where is everyone?”

“Our dads went to the flooding company people to try and get that situation covered, and our moms took the kids to the park.”

“My brother too?”

“Your brother, but not mine.”

“Cool,” you give the girl a thumbs up. “Hey Cody.”

Jo’s boyfriend looks over at you, “hey, Y/N.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You make your way up the stairs slowly, wondering where Kai is. Poking your head in his room, you see he’s not in there, but you don’t hear him anywhere else. Oh well. You’ll find him after your shower, because you really, really need that shower.

In your room - also the Parker’s guest room - you grab a new set of clothes and your hairbrush, before going into the guest bathroom in the hallway. See, you and the Parkers are neighbors and have become close family friends. Though one night after a really bad storm, your basement flooded, as did several other houses nearby. This is a problem Mr. Parker could easily fix with magic, but considering the electric and flooding companies know your house was one of the ones affected, he can’t do anything without revealing his coven. Instead, your family temporarily moved in with his until the county could fix the issue.

It’s been two weeks, no progress. But you’re not complaining; you get to spend more time with Kai - your best friend who you’ve recently started dating in secret.

As you’re busy undressing and getting the water ready, you don’t hear Kai come in from outside. The boy stands in the kitchen, staring at nothing in particular.

“Is everyone still out?” He hesitantly asks Jo.

“Yeah. But Y/N came home.”

“Oh. Where is she?”

“Mhm, went upstairs.” Then she snaps her fingers, “oh wait! She said she’s taking a shower. So don’t bother her. Just go to your room and wait for her to come out. Don’t be weird.”

Kai scrunches his nose. As if he’d ever make you uncomfortable on purpose. “Okay, thanks.”

Quietly, he makes his way upstairs. When he hears the water running, he bites his lip. Don’t be weird, Jo had just said. But she doesn’t know how close you two actually are. Swallowing hard, he slowly turns the knob to the bathroom door, trying not to alert Jo to which door he’s opening. Inside, the hot water steams up the mirrors, making it hard to see, but he can vaguely point out your figure through the glass.

“Y/N?”

You hear him and pop your head out of the door, “Kai! Hi. Come in,” you gesture for him to enter all the way.

He does, then shuts the door just as quietly. “I don’t mean to bug you, I just wanted to make sure you were here. Jo said you were, but…” he shrugs.

“You’re not bugging. Come on, join me.”

“What?”

“In here.”

“But… I’m wearing jeans.”

“Well then take them off, you goof.”

“I-I… um.”

Deciding to give him privacy, you stick your head back in the shower and rinse out the shampoo. The whole time you’re finishing your shower routine, you assume Kai’s going to join you at any time. You haven’t gone that far in your relationship yet, but he is a teenage boy, and he does love kissing you every chance he gets.

You two have done more than kissing, of course, but just haven’t gone all the way. And there’s plenty of reasons for that: too many people in this damn house, someone might walk in, someone might overhear, etc. etc. etc. But aside from the obvious reasons, you can’t help but feel like there’s also reasons that Kai isn’t sharing.

He likes to spend a lot of your time together practically worshipping your body. His lips and fingers have touched nearly every part of you, but he isn’t too keen on letting you do the same.

Kai holds you in place with a hand on your neck. His lips are attached right below, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand’s busy farther down - two fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. You bite your lip hard to not moan as you cum on his hands. He continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm, not letting up until your body stills. Then, he tastes one finger before putting the second in your mouth. You suck on it, eyes trained on him the whole time.

“My turn. Let me make you feel good, Kai.”

“You are. I like watching you like this.”

“No, I know. But I want to taste you, too. Let me blow you.”

Kai bites his lip as if he’s having an internal debate. “Isn’t this so much better, though?” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you, feeling his hands up and down the sides of your body as he does. “Now let me cuddle you, m’kay? Let me take care of you.”

You’re too overwhelmed in pleasure to fight, and succumb to his open arms. Minutes later, you’re both asleep.

You don’t pry if he tells you ‘no’ the first time, but of course, you can’t help but wonder why he’s never let you even see his body.

“Take your shirt off, why am I the only one exposed?” You joke, pulling at the hem.

“Hmph, no, baby, I’m too focused on you,” he says.

Every time. He won’t even take his bracelets off, let alone any of his clothes. Again, you don’t push him - he’ll take that step when he’s ready - but you really want to pleasure him the same way he does you. And besides, he just has to be hot under there; his face is insanely attractive, arms are strong, and figure is lean. You’re dying to know.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts.

“Mhm?”

“I, um, actually nevermind.”

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah, just…”

Done with your shower, you turn off the water and grab your towel. You would just go out nude despite him there, but you know the air will be cold, so you wrap the blue cloth around your body. “Well now I’m done.” Carefully, you open the door and step off the slippery floor.

In front of you, Kai is standing awkwardly. His jeans are still on, but his shirt is off and folded neatly on the bathroom counter. You gulp the minute you see his body for the first time. As you expected, he’s lean and rather well-toned for someone not allowed out of his house much. His arms have some muscle to them, and you can see several prominent veins close to the surface of his skin. What catches your eye most, however, is the sharp v-line shaping his hips, leading to somewhere still hidden from your sight. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

Kai swallows hard. His eyes are red. You don’t notice the signs of discomfort, though, until a small sigh escapes his lips.

You narrow your eyes when you hear him. “What's wrong, pumpkin?” Hurrying towards him, you cup the sides of his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“Hate my body.”

“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Kai.”

“All the ew, all the stupid… everything.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything ‘ew’.”

“Look closer.”

“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.”

“Just do it.”

Nervous, you step back to look at him closer. “Oh,” you mutter, suddenly saddened. Discolored skin in shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bruises, new and old. Handprints, whip marks, slaps from an open palm, all fading from red. Then there are the cuts, up and down his arms, some on his stomach, some on his shoulders. Clearly self-inflicted, though the bruises were all clearly marks of abuse.

“Now you see how ugly I really am.”

“No, no, Kai…” Gently, you run a finger across a row of evidential abuse. He flinches a little and you can’t help the tear that falls from your eyes. “You’re still gorgeous, baby.”

“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head ‘no’.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I promise. You are still beautiful to me. And I still want you, I still want every inch of your body. You don’t have to hide from me. Hey, I have some, too.”

You peel the towel away a bit to expose several cuts along your upper arm.

He sniffs, “those weren’t there the other day.”

“I know, baby. But yesterday was really hard with my dad, and this was the only way I could think of to cope.”

Kai remembers yesterday. Your dad had forced you to go out with him to visit different universities in the area. By the time you both got back, he was fuming and you were holding back tears.

“He got pissed at me when I said I didn’t want to go to college. He asked me why I was the family failure, and why I couldn’t be more like him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay, now that I’m back beside you.”

“He’s a dick. Your brother’s a dick.”

“My point is, Kai, that we have a lot of the same scars. You don’t think I’m any less beautiful because of them, so why should you think that about yourself?”

“Because I also have bruises from my fucking dad.”

“That’s not your fault, baby. Your dad is an even bigger dick than mine. And just because you have wounds on your body from his hand doesn’t mean I don’t love you or your body any less.”

Kai freezes, “you love me?”

You then freeze, too. “I, um…” Then you realize that that confession may be exactly what he needs to hear. “Yes. I do love you, Kai.”

Tears that were welling in his eyes are now falling, “why?”

“Why? Why not? Because on top of being absolutely gorgeous, you’re an amazing friend and boyfriend. You’re sweet and gentle and trying your best despite the awful circumstances you’ve been given. You’re always there through the good and bad, and I could never get tired of being with you.”

“Can I admit that I love you, too?”

You smile and nod happily before leaning in quickly to kiss him. Amidst your excitement, your towel falls from your body, and your breasts rub up against his bare chest. Kai lets out a moan at the contact, but then separates from the kiss to cover his mouth with his hand. You just raise your eyebrows at him.

“Feel good?”

Instead of answering, his hands find your breasts and feel them. His eyes roll back in his head. “So soft,” he mutters.

“Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Does this mean I can see you now?”

“Um, I, n- uh-” he stutters over every word.

“You know what? It’s okay. Later?”

“Okay.”

“Sounds good. And I hate to say it, but we have to stop,” you pause to pull on your panties and jeans, “because Jo will start getting suspicious soon,” you have to ignore Kai’s pouting face as you put on your bra, “and she doesn’t need to see us like this, because she’ll tell your dad.” Your shirt is on next, “and then my dad. And then you’ll get hurt.” He watches you pull your hair out from under your shirt and flip it to curl around your face, “and you’re not getting hurt on my watch. Okay?”

Kai nods, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, pumpkin.” You two share another kiss before leaving the bathroom. Kai grabs his shirt on the way out, fumbling to put it on, along with his multiple bracelets. “Downstairs? I need some water.”

“Sure.”

The minute you reach the last step, Jo calls out to you, “did Kai find you?”

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Okay. He came in a little bit after you went up. I told him you were in the shower, but not to bother you. He listened to me, right?”

“He didn’t bother me at all. Was very gentlemanly and waited in his room for me to come out.” You wink at Kai as you lie straight to Jo’s turned face. Luckily, she’s fixated on the movie.

“Okay, good.”

“I’m just going to get a drink and then we’ll be out of your hair shortly.”

◇◇◇◇

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s a huge festival, it’s a lot of fun,” Mr. Parker asks one more time as he’s halfway out the door.

You take another glance at the amount of people crowding the doorway: your brother and parents, plus Kai’s parents and all his siblings. Minus him, of course. “I’m sure. I’m not too big on crowds, and I’m kinda tired. Might just see if Kai wants to watch a movie.”

“Okay, but be careful.” Then, Mr. Parker leans closer to whisper in your ear. The gray hairs of his beard lightly touch your skin, making you shiver in fear. “And don’t get too close to him.”

“Noted.”

“We should be back around three-ish, more or less,” your Dad adds.

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave the house, and certainly don’t let him sneak out,” Mr. Parker piggy-backs off your dad’s comment. Jeez, it’s like they’re long-lost irritating brothers.

“I won’t. He’ll stay here with me.”

“But not too close, becau-”

“I heard it the first time, Dad. I trust Kai enough that we’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Go have fun, okay?” You had to downplay your friendship to make them think you only trusted him a little. If they knew the truth - that you’d trust him with your life - they’d definitely stage an intervention and never let you see each other again.

“Okay, just making sure. See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye.”

Finally, they leave. It takes ten minutes for nine kids to assemble between two cars, between the Parkers’ van and your parents’ SUV, but they eventually make it work. You can literally hear two kids crying over “having to sit in the back again”, but then you hear your Dad’s voice, “ride with me, if it’s okay with your Dad.” The crying ceases at last, and the cars pull out of the gate.

“Are they gone yet?” Kai comes downstairs about a minute after they left.

“Just pulled out. What were you doing?”

He swallows, “um.” While struggling to answer, you give him a look. “I’m used to hiding during the van-packing process.”

“Okay,” you answer, not entirely convinced.

He bites his lip, “okay, that part is true. I do hide when they do that because sometimes someone storms back in to grab something to appease the ones stuck in the back, like a snack or whatever. But, um, what I was actually doing was… trying to,” he pauses, and you let him find the words, “build up the courage to, um… can I just kiss you?”

You’re confused, but you’ll never deny him a kiss. Smile forming on your lips, you close the three foot gap between you two, hands tracing his jawline, capturing his face, while kissing him softly. His hands find your waist, gripping your hips. There’s something different about this kiss than your usual ones. Something more hungry… willing, maybe. Whatever it is, you let him take charge.

As soon as the shift in control changes, he spins the both of you around so that you’re pressed into the counter, rather than himself, while he kisses you deeper. His lips leave your mouth to trail down your jaw, to your neck, but then he suddenly stops to look up at you.

“Everything okay?”

“Can we go upstairs?”

“Of course.” You joke, “afraid someone’s gonna walk in?”

He misses your teasing tone and replies bluntly, “no, I wanna fuck you.”

You nearly trip up the first stair, causing you to grab a tight hold of his hand. “What’d you say?”

“Is that okay?”

“I-uh-um- yes, just caught me off guard. What brought it on?”

“You said you loved me. And that you liked my body even with all the scars. And that if I can love yours with scars, you can love mine.”

“I did say that. I meant every word.”

“And so now we’re here alone, and I’m going to act on something I’ve wanted to do a long time ago.”

You reach the top of the stairs. He has an arm around your back to prevent you from falling, just in case, as he stares into your eyes for hesitancy. You give none. “Then do it.”

Instantly, your back collides with the hallway wall and he kisses you with the same tenacity he did downstairs. Out of habit, your hands find his hair; his, your waist, but he’s a lot more confident now. Slowly, he inches the both of you towards his door. His hand fumbles with the knob, making him frustrated.

“Wish I could just open the stupid thing with magic.”

“If I had magic, I’d let you take it whenever,” you answer, again, with no hesitancy.

He stops to stare at you. “You would?”

“Mhm. I mean it, Kai, I love you.”

“But the siphoning hurts.”

You shrug, “can’t hurt that bad. I imagine it’d probably actually feel good. At least for me, maybe not other people. Send little tingles all the way down to my-”

He cuts you off with an open mouthed kiss. “Now I really wish you had magic.”

“-and then a part of me would kinda be in your blood, too, right?” You finish the second part of what you wanted to say.

“Holy fuck, you’re turning me on.”

“Open the door, Kai,” you urge.

He finally does, but in the second you take to catch a breath, he’s back on you. He takes advantage of your state and slips his tongue in your mouth, no regard for anything but his and your pleasures. You go weak in his arms and let him explore, enjoying the feeling much more than you probably should. Then, he taps on your hips signaling for you to jump. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, finally, and throws you down rather roughly.

Immediately, panic takes over his face. “Shit, that was way harder than I meant to! You okay?”

You, on the other hand, can’t get a word out because you’re giggling too hard.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He tries again.

“You’re so hot when you’re all dominant. Well, you’re always hot, but-” and then you continue to giggle.

Kai relaxes, realizing he didn’t hurt you. “Oh you little-” he climbs on top of you until he’s hovering over your face. Legs tangle together, bodies close but not close enough… You buck your hips. There, now they’re close enough. “You’ve been wanting this,” he observes, fighting back a moan at the contact.

“Yes, but also, your comfort is my number one priority. It’s much better now, with you enjoying it too, than if we were to try when you weren’t ready.”

“Thank you, princess,” he kisses your nose sweetly.

“Thank you for trusting me. One thing though.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you trust me right now?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” Without further warning, you grab his wrists and flip him over so that his back is pressed into the bed. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on top of him, and the power makes you giddy.

“I thought you liked me being dominant?”

“Oh, I do. But I also want to see you writhe under me,” you wink at him.

Kai gives you a look, and you know he’s going to start fighting any minute now. It’s in his eyes, and you can feel his muscles under you tensing to build up the strength. In the last second before you think he’s going to try and take charge, your hand goes down to the outline forming in his jeans. All fight is immediately gone as soon as you start to feel him. He can’t even fight the moan he’s been holding back since you started making out downstairs. The sound spurs you on and you rub him harder.

“More, princess. Please.”

You move your legs to straddle him, hands going to his belt. “This okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please.”

“What am I, five?”

You cock your head at him. “Words, or no further touching.”

“Princess,” he tries to buck his hips like you did, but you’re holding him down.

“Come on, Malachai.”

“Don’t use that name.”

“Mala-”

“Fine! Yes, please. It’s okay. Please.” You smirk, not expecting the begging, but loving it. “You little sadist.”

That only makes you love it more. Not wasting another second, your hands are undoing his belt. As much as you want to take it slowly, you’re both too excited to drag it out any longer. Besides, just by looking at him, you can see how hard he is, and you know you’re almost soaking your panties with wetness.

“Wait,” he pants.

You stop immediately. “You okay?”

“I need… I need. C’mere,” he beckons you forward, and you listen. “Need this off,” he pulls off your shirt. “And this,” next is your bra. The minute it’s off, he loses control and grabs your tits like he did in the bathroom a couple days earlier. Before you know it, he’s fondling one while the other’s in his mouth.

“If mine is, this is coming off, too.” You make a grab for his shirt. He pauses, tongue still around your nipple. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he seems to decide in that instant.

In order for you to pull the fabric over his head, he has to disconnect his mouth from your breast. But when it’s off, he swallows hard and doesn’t reach for them again.

“Kai… c’mon, pumpkin.” You take his hand to put it back on your body, trying to return that sense of comfort, but he doesn’t grasp your breast again. Sighing, you take it as a moment to get a closer look at his body. The bruises, the scars, everything. A tear escapes your eye, and you lean down to press a kiss to one of the purplish wounds. Then, you start to do that with all of them. From his neck to his hips, you kiss every mark made on his body, whether by his dad’s hand or his own. On the fresher ones, your lips are more gentle, barely there, not wanting to cause him more pain. But on the older ones, you leave multiple kisses, or even lick them with your tongue before kissing. “I meant it, Kai. You’re gorgeous. These marks don’t stop me from loving you.”

Slowly, he makes eye contact with you again. His hands reach out to your face, and when he gets a hold of you, he pulls you in for another deep kiss on his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks with a tear emerging.

“You don’t have to deserve love, baby.” You kiss his collarbone.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Your lips travel to his chest. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. He moans loudly, arching his back.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know that would feel that good.”

“Can I continue to make you feel things like that?”

“Yes, please. I need it, I need you. Wait, but let me-” he suddenly sticks two fingers into your wet heat, hovering over his own body, and pops them in his mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Are you gonna let me taste you now?”

“Sure. Yes. I meant yes.”

Your eyes warm and you continue to kiss him further down - this time, trailing his v-line. You had noticed the prominent indents the other day, but are now getting to see it up close. He moans again, enticing you more.

“Princess.”

“I’m working on it.” Finally, you shrug his jeans down and off his body. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to hide his now-bare legs, but you opt to not pay attention to them anyway. Your gaze goes straight to the bulge in his boxers that looks even thicker without his jeans in the way. Mouth watering, you touch him first, enjoying the feeling.

“Y/N, please. It’s uncomfortable. Too tight.”

Succumbing to his wishes, you tap his hips for him to lift them, then peel back the final confinement. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach in the process. You’re quick to lean forward and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Kai sinks his head into the pillow, groaning huskily. After pulling his boxers all the way off, you refocus your attention back to the length in front of you.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mutter. The praise makes him twitch, and you immediately reach out to grasp him between two of your fingers. “Need to taste.” And then you finally do. You start at the tip, rolling your tongue over the slit counter clockwise, stimulating precum in the process. Some of it leaks into your mouth, straight down your throat, but most of it drips down the side of cock. It doesn’t get far, though, before you move your head to catch it, licking your way from the base to the tip, again.

A shiver runs through his body. “Feels so good.” Barely audible, but you hear him.

Positioning your head over him, you prepare to take him fully. To you, it’s a five second break of deep breaths, but to Kai, overwhelmed in pleasure, there’s almost no warning. As soon as you’re ready, you sink your mouth down on him until you get about halfway and your gag reflex kicks in. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you gag around him.

“Y/N, you okay?” He sits up on his elbows, worried he’d accidentally hurt you.

Slowly, you lift your head back up, “I’m good, baby. Just training my throat to take you.”

He swallows so hard that you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Oh, um…” He doesn’t lay back down, opting to watch you instead.

You don’t mind as you go down for a second time, getting further now. You do it several times, taking more and more of him each time. Your tongue swirls around his length and traces his veins. In fact, there’s one vein in particular that especially makes Kai moan every time you hit it. It’s on the underside of his cock, and you start to pay special attention to it. The rest of his length sits against your face as you focus on it.

Kai doesn’t know if the sight or the feeling is affecting him more. Either way, he feels himself getting close to release. Your mouth is around him, head bobbing up and down rapidly, when he twitches. He whines, resisting the urge to hold your head where he wants. Suddenly, though, you stop and remove your mouth completely.

“Fuck, wait, I’m about to…”

“I know, pumpkin. Can’t let you do that yet.”

He’s about to ask why, but then sees his answer. In one quick motion, you’re removing your own pants and lining your bodies together. “Ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

You smile, grab his cock to hold it upright, then sink your heat down onto him. Kai collapses, elbows no longer supporting him, as pleasure consumes him.

“You okay?”

“Yes, oh- oh god.”

“Can I move? I’ll start slow.”

“Please.”

As promised, you slowly begin to ride his length. Your hands rest on either side of his body and lips are pressed to his chest, leaving hot kisses all over his skin.

“Let me know if you want to try and take over.”

“Okay.”

When Kai starts to relax, you pick up the pace. Not too fast, but little by little. Soon, his hands find your hips and he helps guide you. His fingers have a tight grip on you, but it only makes you wetter.

“I think, I wanna… wanna try…”

“Want to be on top, angel?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. You can just flip us or I can move, what are you feeling?” But the hungry look in his eyes already gives you your answer.

As soon as you nod and grab onto his shoulders, he flips the both of you so that you’re now pressed into the bed. With his usual role re-established, so does his dominance. You open your legs wider to give him more access, and he immediately takes advantage of it. With a lick of his lips, he pushes his cock into you, not stopping until he’s run out of length.

“Oh my god,” you mutter.

“Is it too much?”

“No, you’re perfect. Move when you’re ready, mmkay?”

He nods, then copies the way you rode him when he begins to move: arms on your side, head ducked into your chest. His lips attach to your nipples, sucking, and pulling them between his teeth. When he gets a hold of his balance, you feel pressure on your clit, too.

“Fuck, Kai. You’re so good.”

His body jolts, “say it again.”

“What?”

“Name. Say it again.”

“Kai,” you pant as he quickens pace.

“No one else is home baby, say it louder.”

You had forgotten this fact, actually, but the minute he reminds you, you let yourself go. “Fuck,” you moan, rather loudly, “feels so good, Kai! Fuck. Harder.”

He spreads your legs wider and thrusts harder upon request. Obscene sounds fill the room, mixed with your moans and whimpers.

“Kai,” you pant, “need to hear you, too.”

“I’d rather hear you, Princess.”

“Aw, come on, gorgeous. Nothing turns me on more than men moaning,” you admit. “Need to hear you.”

Previously held-back grunts and groans tumble from his mouth at your confession. When his lips return to your nipple, he makes sure to keep up with your request, sending vibrations throughout your body.

“I’m close, Kai. So close, so close… don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting there, too,” he twitches again. “Come for me, Princess.”

As soon as he asks, your orgasm rips through your body. Loud moans follow, and your eyes roll back in your head. Kai rides you through yours, before pulling out and immediately releasing all over your face and chest. Some drips off your shoulders, down to the bedsheets.

The minute he catches his breath, a worried expression takes over his face, “I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t do it inside you, but wasn’t sure where else to. I aimed for your chest and misfired.”

You make direct eye contact with him, then swipe a bunch off your cheek with your finger before sucking it off. “Oh, I’ll never complain about a facial.” You dart your tongue out to the side to gather more. “And don’t worry, I kinda like the taste. How the hell were you a virgin, Kai?! You were amazing the whole way through!”

He blushes, “um, thank you.”

You can’t help but giggle. Only Kai would be sweet enough to thank you for complimenting his sexual ability. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you had lost your virginity, threw you an, “I know,” when you told him he was good. This little fact just made you love Kai even more.

Then, as if he couldn’t get more perfect, his next words are, “can I clean you up now, Princess? And then we can cuddle and nap?”

“Of course. Give me a kiss first.”

Kai leans forward and kisses you sweetly. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, wetting it gently.

“Blood,” he comments.

“Hm?”

“There’s blood on your lip.”

You run your own tongue along it, “must’ve bit it in pleasure.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He pulls on a loose pair of sweatpants from his drawer, giving you a wink.

“Okay, darling.”

Two minutes later, Kai returns with a warm rag and a water bottle. First, he cleans the small sore and any remaining blood off your lip, then hands you the bottle. “Drink,” he insists. As you do, he moves the rag over your face and down your neck and chest, cleaning off his drying cum. He rubs your lower body next, easing some of the soreness as well as wiping away your cum. “Anywhere else?”

“No, I’m okay. Do you need anything?”

“Just you,” he sappily replies.

“Okay, come here then.” Arms wide open, you gather him up and pull him close. You take a hand away for a split-second to pull the blankets over you two, earning a whine before he realizes what you’re doing. As soon as your arm is back around him, he snuggles into your body. “I love you, Kai,” you whisper with your lips against his cheek.

“I love you, too, Princess. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something to someone.”

As much as his words sadden you, they also make you feel warm inside. You’re the one that makes him feel that way, and that’s pretty fucking special.

“Always, my sweetheart.” You give him a kiss to the cheek, keeping your lips there even afterwards. His heartbeat slows into a comfortable rhythm and breathing evens out, and soon, he’s fast asleep in your arms.

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #kai parker fluff #kai parker smut #tw: child abuse #tw: s3lf h4rm mentions #tvd fanfiction #virgin kai parker #shy virgin kai - my favorite flavor 😂😅

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lilythesingingwitch · 3 months

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So I may have created a trolls AU based the show Julie and the phantoms (which I highly recommend you check out)

In this AU, instead of being a simple boy band like in the movie, they a literally a band, with JD on the lead guitar, Bruce on drums, Clay on the bass, Floyd on keys, and Branch is the second guitar in training. Poppy and Branch are still best friends, and are gonna become a couple eventually, but in the beginning, just friends.

So, without further adieu, let me introduce you, to Poppy and the Phantoms!

First up we have Poppy (Please don't mind the fact that she doesn't have tail in the drawing, I forgot to add it here but it will be present when I digitalize these)

Poppy is a University student still mourning the death of her mother, who is desperately trying to fix her inability to sing and play music since her mothers passing. She still loves music, but the grief is sadly stronger. When her dad brings up the thought of selling the house in favor of helping her, Viva and himself with moving on from her death, she goes to clean the garage, aka her moms old music studio. Where she finds an old CD, for a band called Brozone. When she puts it in the player and lets the first song play, three familiar ghosts pop out of nowhere.

(Things written on the paper, without my spelling mistakes and some minor stuff I didn't write down)

Lives in the house that John Dory and his new band would live and practice at

Discovers the phantoms when looking through her moms stuff in the garage

Figures out pretty quickly who they are, with Branch being her best boyfriend

They make a band to help the guys ascend and Poppy to mend her relationship with music

Lives with Viva and her dad

Next up, John Dory

Back when he was in his teens, he and his brothers made a band called Brozone, which, despite was pretty popular all things considered. However, when they were preparing for one of the biggest concerts of their live, they get into a fight about John Dory being too bossy and demanding of his younger siblings. After which, John Dory leaves the house and his family at the age of 17. In the span of his time alone, he makes a new band with some of his new friends. In a short span that they've been a band. John Dory wrote pretty much all of the songs that they sang, and though trial and error, they got an opportunity to play on a stage that has made a lot of underground artists mainstream. However, John never gets the chance to play on that stage, for her dies from a poisoning 30 mins before the show.

(Things written on the paper)

He and his brothers were in a band called Borzone, where he played the guitar

Until he, SpBruce and Clay quit, leaving Floyd and Branch alone (Well, they all lived with Grandma, you get what I mean)

Regrets it, deeply

Wrote all the Brozone songs, including songs for his new band

Also wrote "Unsaid Emily", which was originally named "Unsaid Family" as a tribute to his biggest mistake in life and an apology to his brothers, but renamed it.

Died right before his big performance on the same day and Bruce and Clay

Died at the age of 23

Bruce next

When his brother proposed the idea of making a band, he had his doubts, since they were all in school and had their own stuff to do, but then again, up until then, he and JD always did crazy things together, and band was by far the most tamest of his brothers ideas. And with everyone else on board he thought "fuck it, why not?". And it was fun for a while, until he noticed how controlling JD had become, always telling him to go practice instead of letting him hand out with friends, telling him to watch his shape, giving him a work out routine for that, Bruce had enough and finally stood up to his brother and claimed that he's quitting the band, to which Clay joined in on, and which prompted JD to leave all together. And soon after, he leaves the house at the age of 16. He rents a small house by the beach, works at the cafe near it, changes his name from Spruce to Bruce, and takes up surfing. Which also becomes his downfall on a particularly bad day, and he takes his surfboard out for a quick swim, gets swallowed by a wave, and never resurfaces.

(Things written on the paper)

Was the drummer in Brozone

Was the first one to declare he's leaving the band and feels like it's his fault for causing the butterfly effect of others quitting as well

Left to live by the beach as soon as he could

Wanted to reach out to his brothers, but only ever sent a single post card to each

Died in a surfing accident on the same day as John Dory and Clay

Died at the age of 22

Cried when they all realized that they're dead

Last but not least (for now), Clay

Clay was, surprisingly, very on board with JDs idea about the band, despite being the nerd and bookworm of the family. He just wanted to spend more time with his brothers and have fun. That quickly changed when John completely stopped paying attention to Clays interests, hobbies and dreams. And especially with the forced title of "The fun one". He finally snapped when John kept trying to push them beyond their limit for their important concert, the time they should've spent relaxing after all the hard work they did to get this far was instead spent with their instruments like that's all that mattered. When Bruce brought up quitting the band, Clay happily joins that train, and walks out the door as soon as John and Bruce do. And so, Clay leaves the house and goes to stay with his friend at the age of 14. He finishes high school, gets accepted into a very good university, and moves into a dorm as soon as he can as to not cause more trouble for his friend than he already has. And life is good again, he's doing what he wants, works at a local library, studying to be a licensed CPA, and is gathering his courage up to confess to Viva. However, he does the latter too late, for he confesses to her and dies in a fire at the university while saving her, pushing her out of the burning building before it collapses on top of him.

(Things written on the paper)

Was the bassist in Brozone

Stayed with a friend after leaving the band and moves into a dorm as soon as he got accepted into uni

Was going to be a licensed CPA

Was best friends with Viva before he died

Died on the same day as John Dory and Bruce in a fire

Died at the age of 20

Was also in a sad book club

There's still a lot I need to write out about this AU, and a lot of characters to draw and design, but I hope you all like what I have so far! Here are some redraws of certain scenes from Julie and the Phantoms with this crew (again, excuse the lack of tails on one of these, I once again forgot to add them, just imagine that they're there)

#art #my art #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls brozone #trolls bruce #trolls poppy #trolls john dory #trolls jd #trolls clay #trolls dreamworks #poppy and the phantoms au

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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Can you write something about Hope really liking reader and reader who is human close of the fam, she helps Klaus with her, and she can see how much her dad likes him but he never really notice it till she brought it up. (The setup can be when Hope was a kid), not yet a teenager.

My Daughter Could Tell Before Me | Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warnings ↪alot of time skipping

"Y/n can you help with Hope tonight or a few hours, we have this very intricate plan and i-" "i will be over in twenty." cutting the old hybrid off. I had been helping the Mikaelsons with their schemes for a while.

When Klaus had his daughter, they had no one to look after her whilst they faked her death. I played a big part in keeping her safe in a house in the middle of no where, free of charge of course I loved the child like she was my own.

Hope was an angel, those who sought out to kill her I'd kill them before they even set eyes on here. Despite the whole human thing.

Walking through the doors of the beautiful house that Hope was raised in "Y/N!" Hope yells loudly with a cute giggle afterwards running up to me as I pick her up "Hey Munchkin" I chuckle kissing her cheek.

"Where's Dad?" I ask her "He's in Mom's room." she says pointing up the stairs "let's pay him a quick visit before he goes, yeah?" I ask to the small child in my arms and she nods "Up, up and away," she giggles and I run up the stairs dropping my bags.

"Klaus" I say, using one arm to support Hope and the other to knock on the door, it opens a split second later to reveal an old hybrid with a huge smile as I put Hope on the floor as she wraps her arms around her father.

"Thank you" he smiles with a huff managing to hug me despite the tiny child gap between us "you know i'll pay you back later, you're just the only person we can trust otherwise we'd get Camille or Hayley who refuses to fight a war without us." he chuckles.

"No it's fine, I love the little gremlin. It's no hassle and you know I love helping you." I smile to him and he nods "everything is where is was the last time you were here, I went shopping this morning and-" "you don't need to stress Klaus. Everything will go just splendid who knows I might be able to fix lunch for everyone tomorrow." I say and he sighs in relief.

Hope lets go of her dad standing in between us "go turn the tv on and grab a bunch of pillows and blankets, fort time" I whisper in her ear as she screams running off "I'll be back tonight, I promise I'm just checking in on my family." he smiles to me "I know you'll be back." I chuckle.

"if we make cupcakes, i'll get hope to make you one." I say and he hugs me again "send my regards to your family." I say hugging him back and he pulls away eventually "I will, be safe." he says "you too." I smile.

two hours later

Hope chose to watch the incredibles which is a great movie.

"Hope hunny." I say from the kitchen "Yeah." she said peeking her little head out of the fort "do you maybe want to make cupcakes?" I ask her and she jumps up "can I make them pretty?" she asks and I laugh nodding "yes." I laugh.

"who are you decorating for?" I ask her as she sits at the table and I pull down the ingredients "uncle lijah, mom, dad, aunt freya and aunt becks oh and uncle kol he's funny, and marcel." she says and I laugh "ok that fine looks like we'll be making heaps." I smile to her and she squeals in excitement.

"Alright" I say putting my ingredients in a bowl, handing Hope a wooden spoon "just mix it up while I get the trays out" I say and she winks at me "You got it dude" she says putting the spoon in the bowl mixing everything.

an hour later

The cupcakes were ready and Hope managed to stay awake "what do you want to decorate with love?" I ask her pulling out the tray placing them on the stove top.

"sprinkles, icing and more sprinkles." she says laughing manically "you concern me" I say to her making her laugh even more.

Flipping one tray out onto a plate, hope runs over to the fridge pulling out her cake decorations throwing them on the table "alright, here you go Miss Mikaelson." I smile to her and she claps excitedly "are you going to decorate one?" she asks and I shake my head "no hunny, I can decorate you one?" I ask her and she nods "yes yes yes" she says handing me a cupcake and I laugh.

It had been three hours since Klaus had left, I'm never usually concerned for him when he leaves me with his child. He never fails at his plans and when he does he always comes back... somehow.

"look at this one i did for dad" she says flaunting her first cupcake "that was quick hope" I chuckle yet the cupcake looked amazing. I shouldn't underestimate a seven year old despite a mikaelson seven year old.

"my powers helped me." she grins "you cheeky girl, you know no powers." I point to her in a joking manner, even though it was serious not that we could be tracked or anything I was just worried that she wouldn't be able to control it.

"i know sorry." she says "it's fine hunny, if you want to use them for the cupcakes you can." I smile giving in and she smiles continuing to decorate her cupcakes.

I take a photo of the first cupcake she decorated, it had sharp fangs covered in red sprinkles and it had the word DAD written in the middle.

Klaus come storming through the door causing a loud racket and Hope spins around scared "it's fine hunny, continue decorating your cupcakes." I smile sweetly to her, rushing over to the door to see a piece of wood in Klaus' chest.

"oh Klaus" I mumble helping him upstairs laying him on Hayley's bed.

He breathed in through his teeth, angrily and I pull out the wooden stake "I don't get it, it shouldn't have hurt you." I panic "there's a knife" he says grabbing my hand a putting it on his abdomen "oh no no no" I gag.

Lifting his shirt to reveal a huge scar across his stomach.

He started sweating immensely "reach in and grab it" he huffs "i love you lot but no" I say grossed and he grabs my hand tighter shoving it through his stomach and I gag again "EW" I squeal, feeling through his insides for a blade.

My hand continues to look around until I feel a handle and pull it out, seeing my hand in blood I drop the blade retching in front of the exhausted looking Mikaelson "you drove here for that, elijah could have-" "he had other priorities." he says his breathing calming down.

Sitting up grabbing the blade off his stomach as his wounds heal "thank you" he says panting and I nod "your child is downstairs decorating cupcakes, i going to thoroughly wash my hands and when you have washed yourself you can see her. Yes." I say to him as he nods.

Gross.

My hand covered in his blood as I speed walk to the bathroom tipping half a bottle of hand soap on my hand and scrubbing at the blood turning the tap to the warm water on.

"Y/n, the cupcakes are done." Hope yells and I dry my hands off running downstairs "aw those look neat, dad just needs to clean himself up and then he'll come down and look." I say and she smiles "does that mean you have to go?" she quickly realises "no, i can stay the night" I say to her.

"Let's plate them up, oh look you decorated them all." I say and she nods dusting her hands off "they all looked bland" she says "they did, didn't they?" I ask her and she nods.

Fifteen minutes pass and Hope and I are stuffing our mouths whilst watching another movie "right" Klaus says and Hope runs over to him, hugging him immediately "where are those cupcakes?" he asks and Hope directs him to the table as the both sit down and eat. I continue to watch the movie.

"these are so good" Klaus says practically melting and I smile to him "yeah y/n made them, she's very good to you, you know." I hear Hope say to her dad and I pretend to not listen.

"she is isn't she hope?" Klaus asks his intelligent daughter "you must like her if you trust her with me." she says in a cheeky tone and I almost spit out the food in my mouth but I manage to keep it in.

I walk over putting the plate in the dishwasher "Hope, don't harass your dad." I laugh as does she "I'm asking dad a question" she says defensively "a question that made him look deep in thought." I say to her and she nods.

an hour later after putting hope to sleep

"She's asleep" I say to Klaus walking into the living room, Hope had gotten me to read her, her favourite bed time story for her to go to bed.

"Thank you" Klaus says still sitting at the kitchen "It's no problem" I walk over to him sitting down "How were the cupcakes?" I ask him "as sweet as you" he smiles to me "right well not that good I assume" I say making him laugh "don't be ridiculous" he says.

"did you know what Hope asked me, before you walked over." he turned his head to face me and I shake my head lying "you're lying" he says with a gentle smile "I won't kill you for it, she'd hate me, i'd hate me." he says "I just couldn't believe that my daughter could tell before me." he continues.

Placing a hand on my cheek "I do like you, maybe that's why i like you here with her all the time." he smiles admiring every flaw in my face, in my forehead and cheek area "i trust you more than i trust people that are closer to me." he says.

"funny, if you want me to live here with her you don't have to seduce me to do it." I say getting up out of my chair, I knew what Hope had asked but I didn't realise that she had actually made him think about it whilst I put her to bed.

"i'm serious" "as am I" I say taking his palte putting it in the dishwasher "I admire your fearless personality, I also admire the fact that Hope likes you more than me at times" he smirks "and I dont admire your fearless personality, its annoying to a very large extent, i do however admire your child" I say making him laugh.

"but your daughter could tell before you, she's 7 klaus. you're 1000. I think you're slacking" I laugh

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complicatedchelsea · 9 months

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Fallen Through Time For You

Chapter Twelve: Built This House of Memories

Masterlist:

(gif not mine)

(Sydney's POV)

Halloween 1986

“Are you sure we can’t talk you into going, Stevie?” Eddie teased as we waited for Robin to come out of Steve’s house. It was Halloween and Robin insisted she had to get ready at Steve’s because her parents couldn’t know that she was going to party and what she chose to wear would give her mother a ‘heart attack’.

Steve crossed his arms from where he was leaning against the doorway, the sound of the younger ones yelling from the TV room was very prominent. “And leave the kids alone in my house? I think not.”

“Mom doesn’t want to go trick or treating this year?” I teased as I peered through the doorway to see them bickering over a movie.

They had all decided they were too old to go trick or treating, but too young to get any invites to a high school party. With one look from Dustin and Max, Steve had offered up his house for a horror movie marathon, refusing to go to a high school party when Robin offered. Eddie jumped at the suggestion saying that parties were a great place to make some cash and talked me into going because I had never gone to any. Plus spending the night with a potentially drunk Robin? What could possibly happen?

“Fuck off,” Steve laughed as he nudged me. “Those kids in there couldn’t pay me to go trick or treating with them.” He looked Eddie and I up and down. “I’m surprised he managed to talk you into going.”

“More like she wasn’t going to let me go by myself,” Eddie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Do you like our costumes? Sid picked them out.”

“She is right here, thank you very much.” I said with a laugh as Eddie twirled me away from him, dress flaring out. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Are they being gross again?” Robin asked as she made her way towards the door, fixing a generic witch hat over her hair. “I won’t be able to put up with it tonight.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “You’re just jealous because you didn’t ask Vickie to go with you.”

Robin rolled her eyes with a smile. “Can we talk about your costumes instead? What made you think it was a good idea?”

“You saying I can’t pull off white, Buckley?” Eddie asked as he let go of me to sweep his arms out.

Eddie let me have full reign over our costumes this year and I just couldn’t resist the duo. After all the shit that happened back in September and being harassed in public (which thankfully had come to almost a complete stop), I had decided that Eddie should be the opposite of what everyone thought he was. Especially if half of the school was going to try and buy from him tonight, I wanted them to work for it.

I dressed Eddie as an angel. A white, blowy shirt that we definitely took from a pirate's costume, white-tight jeans that showed off his great ass, his white Reeboks that took way too long to clean, and some cheap angel wings we found when we went shopping with Robin. He put his hair up in a loose bun and the whole costume had me flushed since he first walked out of his bedroom with it on.

Since he was an angel, he insisted on me dressing as the devil. A red colored lace dress, fishnets tucked into a pair of Robin’s boots, fake horns on top of my head, and we topped it all off with one of those plastic pitchforks. Robin thought the matching costumes were hilarious, Steve just shook his head with a sigh claiming he put up with our antics enough during the rest of the year.

“You are going to be the talk of Hawkins High tomorrow,” Robin said as she hugged Steve and started towards the van. “I can’t wait to watch the jocks squirm tonight.”

“Call me if there are any problems?” Steve asked us before we left. “I’ll come straight over.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie said as he clasped Steve’s shoulder. “No one is going to piss off the drug dealer at a party and risk getting thrown out.” Eddie shook his metal lunchbox. “Plus I’ve got my own personal devil watching over me tonight, what could go wrong?”

The party was in full swing when we arrived. Eddie parked further up the block, but we could still hear the music when we got out of the van.

“I’m getting drunk tonight,” Robin said as she put her arm through mine and pulled me towards the house. “I can’t believe this is going to be my last highschool party.”

“Poor Steve is going to have his hands full with you.” Eddie said as he appeared beside me. “You’re not drinking, are you?”

I shook my head. “Even if I liked alcohol, I wouldn’t drink at a highschool party. But no, I’m staying completely sober tonight.”

“I won’t make you drive the van back to Steve’s,” Eddie said as got to the doorway. “If you really wanted to let loose.”

I shrugged. “Alcohol just makes me tired, plus I really don’t fancy my first time getting drunk at a highschool party. Have you seen what they do to the punch? No thank you.”

Eddie just smiled and pushed us through the door. The party was in full swing, music blaring and party-goers dancing around the house. We were barely three steps into the house when one of the Hellfire guy’s caught Eddie.

“Eddie!” He yelled and went in for a hug, punch sloshing out of his cup that Eddie had to avoid. “You made it!”

Eddie laughed and patted him on the shoulder before using that arm to pull me closer. “Wouldn’t miss it. The rest of the boys here?”

He nodded his head towards the back of the house. “Jeff and Gareth have already set a spot on the back porch for you.” Grant nodded our way. “Robin and Sydney! Looking good!”

Robin rolled her eyes with a smile, “I bet you're telling everything lucky lady that tonight.” She looked past them and waved to someone further down the hall. “That is my cue. Find me in a bit?”

Eddie shook his head. “No need. Sweetheart,” Eddie jerked his head towards me. “Keep an eye on that one for me? Come find me in a while, maybe we can scare one of the jocks?”

Eddie wiggled his eyebrows but laughed as Grant started pulling him towards the back of the house and leaving Robin and I to our own devices. I heard Grant give Eddie some shit about his costume and I watched Eddie just shrug his shoulders with a laugh.

“So alcohol?” Robin asked as she took my hand and led me towards the kitchen. We pushed past plenty of sweaty people, a few that Robin knew and a few that sent me some dirty looks. In the kitchen, there were a handful of people surrounding an orange looking punch bowl, and with one swing from a cup I could see the disgust on Robin’s face.

“I told you so, babe.” I said, trying to hold back a laugh. “Was it worth it?”

“Shut up,” Robin muttered as she poured herself another cup. “Let’s go have some fun.”

Robin’s definition of fun was to find the rest of her band friends and proceed to get tipsy as they played different card games. After losing UNO to Vickie again, I left Robin at her side and decided it was time to find Eddie. I hadn't heard anything come from the back of the house, but I missed him. I was expecting a bit more of his presence tonight and possibly getting a few kisses by the angel before the night was over.

When I pulled the sliding door and stepped onto the back deck, I could see the Hellfire boys rough-housing in the yard. Turning to my left, I could see Eddie in all of his “angel” glory sitting on the railing, metal lunchbox sitting next to him as some girl dressed as a cheerleader was handing him some cash.

“Are you sure I can’t get a discount?” I heard her ask as I walked over. “Surely with how you are dressed tonight you can’t be a little gracious?”

I humphed as I got closer to the pair, making myself and my disgust to the statement known.

Eddie smiled widely and held out a hand as I passed the girl to help me up on the railing next to him. I intertwined our fingers and used my other hand to wave at the girl. “Are we done here?”

She crossed her arms, pom-poms swishing with the motion. “And who do you think you are?”

I let my smile turn a little sharper and crossed my legs. “Ever heard of the phrase “angel on your shoulder”? Well I’m the “devil of this railing” and I suggest you’d pay the angel or move on.”

“He doesn’t belong to you,” She snarled. “He can do whatever he likes. If he wants to give me a discount, he can give me a discount.”

I laughed and turned to look at Eddie. “Do you not belong to me, baby?”

Eddie leaned forward,a manic grin on his face as he pressed his lips to mine in what I’d call a very possessive gesture. When he pulled back, his hand tugged me closer so I was pressed up against him, his hand falling to squeeze my thigh. “It’s written right here on my wrist, so I’d say I belong to her. Now are you going to pay full price or not?”

She gave him the money with a huff, making her way back inside and slamming the sliding door back closed. Eddie chuckled and tossed the money into his lunchbox before turning his attention back towards me.

“Having fun?”

I shrugged. “I missed you. There’s only so much I can take from drunk nerds and their card games.”

Eddie laughed and leaned forward to press his face into my neck, his nose rubbing against me. “I missed you too, sweetheart. I’ve been so lonely without my other half tonight.”

“Anyone give you any trouble?” I asked as he sat back up, a loving smile on his face as he looked at me.

“Just you,” he said as he closed the lunchbox. “I think I’ve sold enough for the night. Gotta keep enough for my regular’s tomorrow.”

A yell from the yard drew our attention as we watched Grant and Jeff try to dog pile on top of Gareth. They landed in a pile, resounding groans coming from them as the rest of the party goers continued around them.

“So,” Eddie started to get my attention. I watched him check his watch, “We have almost two hours before we said we’d get Robin home. Do you wanna check on her and maybe find an empty room and give you the full party experience?”

“Edward Munson,” I gasped mockingly and pressed my free hand to my chest. “How easy do you think I am?”

Eddie’s face turned red and he gently shoved me as he jumped down. “It’s your mind that went to the gutter! I was suggesting getting high-my true party experience bu-”

I leaned forward to kiss him and stop whatever train of thought that was about to come out of his mouth.

“How about this?” I asked as I pulled back to see the dopey look on his face. I flushed slightly at the thought that I was the one to pull that expression out of him. “Let’s go check on Robin and just maybe you can show me some of the highlights of a highschool party?”

Three hours later we had finally gotten a drunk Robin back to Steve’s. Eddie helped me drag her to the couch and I took off her boots as Eddie went to collect the rest of her stuff from the van.

“I thought you were going to watch her!” Steve said as he pulled a blanket over her. Robin smiled drunkenly from the couch, going on about something Vickie and one of the other girls did in the one hour that Eddie and I was missing.

“We did! It’s not my fault she got talked into shots the one hour that I was occupied!”

“Occupied?” Steve asked with his signature hands-on-his-hips pose. “What could you have possibly been doing?”

When I didn’t answer, Eddie decided it was the perfect moment to enter the room. He was tying his hair back up, exposing all the work I did to his neck.

“What’s all the yelling about?”

Steve took one look at me and how my hair was hiding my neck and to Eddie, his neck now proudly showing off what we got up to in that hour.

“You two,” Steve pointed between us. “Are taking the guest bedroom tonight. If you make any noise to wake me, I will not be happy. Got it?”

“Steve!” I exclaimed as Eddie laughed.

“Don’t worry Stevie,” Robin slurred from the couch. “Vickie talked me into it, just a little bit of Vodka!”

Steve groaned and pressed the palms of hands to his eyes. “This is what’s going to finally kill me.”

Thanksgiving 1986

“Wayne, are you sure there isn’t anything I can do?” I asked from the table. Wayne was stirring a pot on the stove; he had been in the kitchen all day excited to prepare Thanksgiving dinner for the group that was coming tonight. Well, a group that consisted of Max and Steve. After I found out that Steve was going to be alone for Thanksgiving, it didn’t take much to persuade Wayne to invite him over. Same deal with Max, her mom was working the late shift for extra cash and I couldn’t just leave her across the street. Wayne always understood when I made requests like this; taking in Eddie when he had no one else. Wayne knew what it was like to have a mismatched family.

“I could at least-”

Wanye didn’t hesitate to send me the look that I had been well acquainted with over the last few months. I thought Eddie was stubborn? Wayne put the man to shame. I had been trying to barter with him all day, to let me do something to help out. But Wayne dug his heels in, claiming that what I made for dessert was going to be good enough. Dinner wasn’t going to be ready for at least another hour, but Steve had already called and said he was on his way, bringing over a movie that he claimed he always watched at this time when he was a kid. Max was already over, sitting in front of the TV with Eddie watching an episode of Scooby-Doo and the both of them were already in their PJ’s. It was a Munson tradition to wear PJ’s for the major holidays; Eddie said it was because of the shifts that Wayne used to work when he was younger. Eddie just getting up and Wayne getting ready to go to bed.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said as he outstretched a hand in my direction. “Please come sit with us. I promise it won’t kill you.”

“I just might if you get gross,” Max said from his side.

“What about you and Lucas?” I asked as I rolled my eyes and left Wayne to his devices to sit with them. I took Eddie’s outstretched hand and he pulled into his lap without warning. Max made a sound of protest and rolled her eyes, but didn’t say anything else as she shared the blanket with the two of us.

“What are you going to do when Steve gets here?” Max asked. “Can four people really fit on this small couch?”

Eddie sent me a mischievous look. “Well he can just sit on your lap then!”

Max snorted. “In your dreams.”

I laughed and Eddie just sighed dramatically and dropped his head to the back of the couch. “I guess he’ll just have to sit on top of you, sweetheart. It’ll be like a Steve and Eddie sandwich.”

I shook my head, the ridiculous image coming to mine. “Please don’t, the couch would just break under our weight.”

Max laughed and tugged on the blanket a bit in warning. “Here comes the good part.”

It was weird, watching an episode of Scooby-Doo a week after it came out when I had seen it from my time, way ahead of its actual air time. There was one week when Eddie was watching Saturday cartoons that I had spoiled the episode by accident because it was one that I had repeatedly seen in my time, but in this present time it was just airing. Eddie had pouted the whole day, refusing to forgive me until I had kissed it out of him later that night.

Eddie was sitting mostly still, one hand rubbing up and down my back and the other messing with my fingers in my lap. I could tell he was excited. This was the first year that Wayne was actually here for the day of the holiday and he had more family over. He had woken me up so excited that morning, kissing every inch of my face as he rattled off all that he had planned. After dinner we were going to go over to the Byers-Hopper house (which came to a shock to no one when El showed up to invite everyone) for dessert, and Eddie had something planned for all the freshmen that he wouldn’t even tell me about.

It wasn’t too much later that there was a knock on the door before the door opened and Steve peered into the living room. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

Max echoed the sentiment with her eyes still glued to the TV as Steve sent the both of us a smile as he shut the door and hung his jacket by the door. “Scooby-Doo again?”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Harrignton?” Eddie mocked as he moved me off his lap to stand up. “If you are going to hate on Scooby-Doo, you won’t be allowed back in this house.”

Wayne made a noise in the kitchen. “Stop terrorizing our house guests! Steve, do you mind helping me with something for a minute?”

My mouth fell open in betrayal as Steve made his way into the kitchen, passing Eddie the movie he brought with him. Max scooted closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder and threading her arm through mine. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, squirt,” I said as I rested my head on hers. “I wasn’t going to leave all alone next door. You guys are the first family I’ve had in a long time.”

“Me too,” Max admitted to me, but she didn’t dare move her eyes away from the screen. “Since everything, Eddie’s made a point to check in with me, but since you’ve been here it’s like I have an older sister across the road. It’s been nice having someone else to rely on.”

I moved to pull Max into a side-hug. “You’re like the sister I never knew I needed, Max. Anytime you need me, just come straight over. I need you guys just as much as you need me.”

Max didn’t reply verbally, just chose to cuddle closer to me as we watched the episode progress. It wasn’t too much later before Wayne called for dinner, all five of us deciding to sit around the coffee table in the small space.

“So,” Wayne started as he settled into his recliner angled towards the coffee table. He placed his coffee down and set his plate in his lap. “Eds and I have this tradition where we like to say one thing that we are thankful for that happened this year. I’d like to do that this year if everyone is alright with it?”

When none of us complained, Wayne smiled and picked his mug up. “While I have a lot to be thankful for this year, I’m thankful for the health of my nephew. I know that whatever happened during Spring Break was drastic, but I’m eternally grateful that he gets to sit here with me today.”

Wayne smiled at all of us. “Eds?”

Eddie cleared his throat, his face flushing slightly as he looked around the table and his gaze settled on me. He reached his hand over to grasp mine. “I’m thankful that I finally got to meet you this year, sweetheart. While it wasn’t the best circumstances, I’m so glad that I was able to have you in life. Even though you’ve only been here a few months, these have been the best months I’ve ever had.”

I squeezed his hand back. “I’m thankful that I was able to be with you, too. For whatever that brought me here, I have to be thankful that they brought me to you. My life was so boring without you, Eddie. And now I can’t imagine a day without you. You’ve given me a better family than I’ve ever had.”

Eddie sent a wide smile.

Max cleared her throat. “Can I go now?”

It was two hours later that we found ourselves at the Byers-Hopper house. Wayne chose to stay back, wanting to watch the game and turn in early before his shift. He looked so happy as he hugged us bye, making us promise that we would bring him a piece of pie back.

He stopped me just before I walked out, everyone already waiting in Steve’s car with Max arguing over the radio. “I wanted you to know that I’m thankful for you too, Sydney. With you being here, I’ve never seen Eddie so happy. You’re a part of this family now and for every future holiday.”

“Wayne,” I said as I felt my throat get thick with emotion. “You’re my family too. I’m so thankful that you took one look at me and decided I would be a part of your family.”

I was now sitting on the porch swing like I did my very first night, but this time I was watching through the window as most of everyone was laughing in the living room, some movie that Will put in was playing on the TV. Eddie had his journal in hand, Will and Jonanthan at his side as he made gestures to some conversation I couldn’t hear. I was okay with sitting out here to watch them for a bit, the love I was feeling making my chest feel full.

“Sydney?” I turned to see El standing at the doorway. “Can I join you?”

I patted the seat next to me as El joined me on the swing, spreading a blanket over us that I didn’t see her bring out. “What are you doing out here?”

“I just needed a moment,” I said as I started to push us, El curling up beside me. “This is the first happy Thanksgiving I’ve had in a long time. No fighting, no passive-aggressive comments. I just needed a moment to soak it all in out here.”

“This is the first Thanksgiving I’ve had with everyone together,” El said. “Last year we were in California and while it was nice being with Joyce and Jonathan and Will, I missed Dad so much. I keep waiting for something to happen.”

“Me too, kiddo.” I said as I moved an arm to bring her into a side hug. “Nothing’s going to happen to us, all those people in that room would lie down their lives for you.”

“You too,” El argued. “You are just as important. We are all important to each other.”

I didn’t bother to argue with her and just kept swinging us. El was quiet for a few moments, following my gaze through the window. Joyce and Hopper had made their way into the living room, Hopper’s arm around Joyce as she laughed at something Steve said.

“Dad says that he’s your guardian now, like he’s mine.” El said as she peered up at me.

I nodded. “Murray had to have a paper trail follow me here. The only way that he could do that is if he had me “placed” in Hopper’s care. Are you okay with it?”

El’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I shrugged. “I’m used to people not wanting me.”

El sighed. “Well we both now have people that want us. Does that make you scared?”

“It does.” I paused. “There are some days that I am scared that I will wake up back in my old life and have no way to get back to Eddie.”

El shook her head. “I’d never let that happen. I’d find you anywhere that you’d go to.”

I hugged her closer to me. “I know you would.”

El sat up, determination etched into her face. “I don’t think you do, that’s why you are sitting out here. Away from everyone. You are a part of this family, Sydney. You are my sister just like Hopper is my dad. We are not related by blood, but that doesn’t matter.”

I pulled El into a strong hug, her arms coming around me to hold me just as tough. I let her break the hug, pulling back to wipe some of the tears that gathered under her eyes.

“If I wanted to have a family dinner, would you come?” El asked. “Just us and Dad?”

“You could make it a weekly thing and I’d be there.” I said as El smiled and tugged me off the swing.

I followed her into the house with no complaints, only being stopped as Hopper pulled the both of us into a hug. Eddie was waiting for me on the couch, arms wide as I sat in his lap.

“Are you okay?” He asked me quietly so no one else would hear.

I looked around at the group in the living room. Steve and Robin taking the other end of the couch and throwing popcorn at each other, Dustin and Lucas arguing on the floor in front of the TV, and Joyce and Hopper sharing a mug between them.

“I feel really loved,” I answered as I snuggled closer to him. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this.”

Eddie pressed a kiss against my cheek in response and just tightened his arms around me. “Thank you for wanting to be a part of it.”

Christmas 1986

When I came to, it was to Eddie’s humming and the soft touch of his hands down my back. I laid there for a moment, soaking it in and wondering how I got so lucky that I could wake up to this now. That Eddie shared his touch so easily with me, like we couldn’t survive without each other. When I opened my eyes, I became aware of our placement. Sometime during the night, Eddie had ended up on his back, myself draped over him and curled to his chest. Eddie’s head was leaned back on to his pillow with his eyes closed but looking completely content in the moment.

His eyes peaked open and glanced down at me. When he saw that I was awake, his humming abruptly stopped as a wide smile stretched across his lips. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t help but grin back. “Happy first Christmas, baby.”

His eyes brightened in excitement. “Shit, it is our first Christmas. How does it feel?”

“Just waking up with you is making it number one for me,” I enjoyed the way Eddie’s face flushed.

He groaned and his arms moved from around me to cover his eyes. “Do you have to be so sweet in the morning?”

I moved to straddle his lap and pouted at him. “You won’t let me be sweet on you at Christmas?”

Eddie peaked his eyes out of his arms. “Are you really asking me that, sweetheart?”

Before I could process, Eddie had flipped us, me underneath him as he straddled me now, moving his hands to my hips as he leaned down to kiss at my face, his curly hair tickling my neck. I laughed as he squeezed at my sides, legs kickin to get him off of me.

“Eddie” I laughed out. “Get off of me!”

“That’s not my name, sweetheart.” Eddie sang as his kisses became more sloppy and moved down to my neck.

“Baby,” I relented as I pushed my hands into his hair, still giggling. “Please!”

Eddie’s hands stopped and slid up to cup my face. “Was that so hard?”

I shoved at him before he caught my hands and held them over my head as he leaned down to give me a proper kiss. I sank back into the pillows, too occupied with his mouth to form a smartass remark.

A banging on the bedroom door broke us apart, Eddie’s face hiding in my neck as I felt the heat that came off his cheek from his embarrassment.

“Kiddos! I made breakfast!” Wayne shouted from the other side of the door. “Come out so we can celebrate Christmas!”

I giggled quietly as Eddie groaned in my neck before he sat up in my lap. I raised myself onto my elbows as he stretched his arms over his head before looking down at me. I felt myself flush under his gaze. “What?”

He smiled before rolling off of me and standing next to the bed to help me up. “Just looking at you, sweetheart. Just looking at you.”

Similar to their Thanksgiving traditions, the Munson’s had their fair share of Christmas traditions. Wayne made a huge real breakfast in the morning, pancakes from scratch that barely took any begging from Eddie to have chocolate chips in them. Eddie turned the TV to a channel that was showing kid’s cartoons, claiming that when Wayne worked the night shift he would come home and watch a few cartoons with Eddie before opening gifts and heading to bed. Some Scooby-Doo episode played on the TV as Eddie made sure I was comfortable before heading to help Wayne in the kitchen. I couldn’t even complain before Eddie was throwing a blanket on top of me and giving me a mug of hot chocolate with a look that said not to move.

When breakfast was finished, Eddie returned with two plates stacked high with pancakes and just downed in syrup. “Are you trying to give me diabetes?”

Wayne laughed as he dropped into the recliner next to me, his plate stacked just as high but missing the sugary syrup. “I don’t know how he doesn’t have it already with all the sugar he eats.”

I pouted as Edddie sat next to me, fixing the blanket in my lap and moving my mug to the coffee table.”You eat all this sugar but won’t let me be sweet on you?”

Wayne let out a gruff laugh as Eddie’s face turned red and instead of replying he just shoved a bag of pancake in his mouth.

Eddie could barely wait for Wayne and I to finish breakfast, bouncing on the touch and taking the plates to the kitchen to soak while Wayne sat up with a groan and headed towards the tiny tree in the corner of the living room. It was a whole event to get the Christmas tree up. I had never had a real Christmas tree before with my father being allergic, and Wayne had just pulled the most offended face and we went that day to get one. When Wayne had left for work that night, Eddie and I spent hours decorating the TV and different parts of the trailer with Metallic playing on low. Eddie had demanded that we spent the night watching Christmas movies and combating the coldness of the trailer.

Now, in the present watching Wayne open the gift that the kids picked out, it felt like my first real Christmas. No being forcibly woken up to cook breakfast or either being given the cold shoulder because the gift wasn’t deemed “expensive” enough. But now, watching Eddie as he pulled out another Garfield mug to add to the collection, this felt like an actual Christmas.

“Now,” Wayne started as he put the rest of the wrapping paper in a trash bag. “I have one more gift for you, kiddo. It’s not anything special, but I just wanted you to have it.”

Wayne reached into the tree and pulled out a tiny wrapped box. He handed it to me silently, choosing to take a seat on the coffee table in front of me. With a questioning glance at Eddie and one sent back at me, I unwrapped it to find a very tiny white box.

“Wayne-” I started.

“Sydney, just open it.”

Inside the box was a golden key.

“Now I know that you have lived here for months,” Wayne started as I stared down at the key. Is this what I thought it was? “And you’ve been a part of this family since the moment Eddie brought you through that door. But you deserve a key because this is your home and I need you to feel like you are welcome here. No matter what happens kiddo, you always will have a home in this trailer.”

I felt my throat get thick with emotion and tears blurred my vision as I looked at Wayne.

“Are you sure?”

Wayne let out a gruff chuckle and pulled me forward into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms tight around him in return, my new house key pressing harshly into my palm. “Kiddo, there is nothing more I want than you having a place here.”

I laughed wetly and felt Eddie wrap his arms around me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I was surrounded by my new family, one that I didn’t know how I got so lucky to belong to.

Several hours later, Eddie offered the idea of going on a walk before the sunset and the temperature got too low outside. We left Wayne inside to a sports game and I got to lock the trailer door with my new key, Eddie laughing at my excitement.

Bundled in several layers to ward off the cold, Eddie walked us around until we reached a rusted out playground on the other side of the trailer park. He wasted no time pulling me over to the iced over swings, taking off one his layers to place on the swing before forcing me to sit and push me gently. It started to snow softly around us, the sun becoming more and more amber in the sky, creating a beautiful sunset in the midst of the cold in Hawkins.

“How does this Christmas rank now, sweetheart?” Eddie asked me from behind. His hands gently pushed my upper back, my feet making trails in the packed snow below me. “Is it number one?”

I planted my feet to stop the swinging, making Eddie pause for a moment before his hands left my shoulder and then he was kneeling in front of me. His beautiful brown eyes were glowing in the setting sun, his cheeks rosy against the harsh cold. I moved to take a glove off, wanting to touch his rosy skin with my hands.

“Just waking up with you this morning already made it number one.” I confessed, my breathing coming out in a cloud of fog between us, his breath matching mine. “But I don’t think I’ve ever felt as loved as I have today.”

Eddie smiled widely, biting at his lip as he rested his arms on my dangling legs. “Really?”

In this moment, in front me, Eddie looked so perfect. With the snow gently falling around us and landing in his beautiful curls, to the way he looked at me. An emotion so great swelled in my chest, one that had been slowly building since I woke up here all those months ago. It was burning in my veins, feeling up every inch of me on the inside; fighting to get out and to be known to him.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” I confessed to him, my quiet voice carrying across the frozen wonderland.

Eddie’s face didn’t change for a moment. His eyes searched mine before his cheeks flushed even more and his smile won out against him biting his lip. He leaned up at me to kiss me so softly, his gloved hands cradling my face like I was the most precious thing he had ever held in his life. The moment was so tender, so sweet, that I felt tears start to swell in my eyes. I had never been held this tenderly, kissed with this much emotion that I could feel it being passed back to me through the mark.

“Sydney.” Eddie breathed as he pulled back and moved his hands from my face. He tore his gloves off in a hurry, his hand searching for my wrist and running his fingers over our mark. “Falling? Sweetheart, I fell for you the moment I saw my name on your wrist. I’ve been in love with you for all of my life, I just hadn’t met you yet. But I can wait for you to catch up, to be completely in love with me. I’ve waited lifetimes for you, what’s a little more?”

For a second time that day, I cried. I leaned down to meet him halfway again, kissing him with what I hoped was every ounce of love I had in my body. Eddie sighed quietly, and the adoration that he felt for me, I could feel that tenfold through the mark. He only pulled back when he needed to breathe and with a mischievous smile, he pulled me down into the snow next to him. Our laughter lighting up the snow-filled sky.

1987

“So no vodka for you,” Steve said as he snatched the bottle out of Robin’s hand and replaced it with a wine glass that I believe was filled with a softer liquor. “I am not having a repeat of Halloween.”

Robin protested at Steve as he sat down next to her on the pool lounger, tugging his bottle of beer closer to his chest.

I felt Eddie’s chest shake into my back as he wrapped his arms tighter around me, grabbing at the blanket that Steve threw overtop of us when he took all of us out here. It was a last minute decision to have a New Year’s Eve party at his house, but Steve wanted to be able to celebrate the new year with the people he loved. Even if that included all the underage ones in the house, watching the ball drop with cups of apple cider that they liked to pretend was alcohol.

Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and I were all camped out by the pool, drinks in hand as the year was counting down. Nancy talking about how excited she was to be able to graduate and attend Emerson, Robin choosing to take a gap-year to figure out exactly what she wanted to do, and Eddie determined to make ‘87 his year and finally get done with Hawkins High.

“Did you accomplish any of your new year resolutions?” Nancy asked me. “Do you have any in mind for next year?”

I smiled as I cuddled closer to Eddie, feeling his arms tighten around me in return and a kiss being pressed to the back of my head. “As corny as it might sound, I actually think I did. I, ah, I said that I was finally gonna get out there and find people of my own. I was going to try and move out from under my parents and become my own person.” I turned my head to look up at Eddie. “I kind of did all of that in one day, didn’t I?”

Eddie smiled sweetly down at me. “What are you gonna set for this year?”

“Ah, ah.” I said as I waved a finger at him. “I don’t think I should tell you, you might try to steal mine.”

Eddie gasped dramatically and pulled me closer to him, teetering us over the side of the chair. “The betrayal!”

I laughed and heard the sound of groans around us. Nancy cleared her throat and when I looked at her, she was smiling. “As happy as it makes us that you two are happy, I might just wish for a little less PDA this year.”

Steve raised his beer in agreement and Eddie’s mouth dropped open. “We aren’t that bad!”

Jonathan snorted into his cup and Eddie had the audacity to look shocked.

“Baby,” I said as drew his attention towards me. “We are kind of clingy.”

“Clingy?” Eddie repeated and scoffed. “If they think this is clingy then they haven’t seen anything yet.”

Before Nancy could argue, the backdoor slid open with El and Will standing in the doorway. El was bouncing with excitement. “It’s about to start! Come in so you can do the countdown with us.”

Jonathan laughed and pulled Nancy up with him as they started towards the door. With a ruffle of Will’s hair, the three of them disappeared into the doorway. Steve pushed Robin off the chair with a laugh and the two of them bickered as Robin threw an arm around El and they made their way into the house. As I stood up to take Eddie with me, he stopped me.

“Do you think we could stay out here for this?” He asked me as I sat back down in front of him, his hand already reaching for mine. “I want to be able to kiss you and not hear any complaints from there.”

“You know they were just teasing us, right?” I asked him as I let him take my hand. I don’t think there would ever be a day that I wouldn’t not let him take it. “But if you want to stay out here, that’s fine with me.”

Eddie smiled and his cheeks flushed. “No, I know. I just want to be with you for the countdown. Bring the year in together, just us?”

I laughed and leaned into his space to kiss his cheek. “That’s fine with me.”

Eddie settled back against the chair and with grabbing motion towards me, I let him pull me back against his chest. He moved us forward just a bit so he could pull the blanket back over us, and then sighed as he settled down behind me.

“So,” Eddie started, his fingers tracing shapes around my mark. No matter where we were, or where he was touching me, Eddie’s hands always seemed drawn to my mark. “I have to make sure before the new year comes ringing in. I’m your boyfriend, right?”

I let out a surprised laugh but stopped when I realized that Eddie had froze behind me. I moved forward in his lap so I could turn to face him. “Wait, you’re not serious are you? Of course you are, Eddie.”

Eddie’s gaze moved to his lap, his fingers twisting around each other. “It’s just, I didn’t think I asked you?”

“Why wouldn’t you be?” I asked him. “We are soulmates, aren’t we?”

Eddie groaned and pushed his palms against his eyes. “I just got nervous about asking you! I just wanted to make sure that we were going into 1987 being on the same page!”

“Baby,” I sighed softly and moved so I could take his hands away from his eyes and intertwine them with my own. “What’s going on?”

Eddie took a moment to look up at me. “You’ve been here about three months, right?”

I nodded and squeezed his hands. “And?”

Eddie shrugged. “I was just thinking about the future today. It’s about to be the new year. New year means that things are going to be changing. Are you going to go through these changes with me?”

“Baby,” I said as I moved forward to be completely in his lap. “Wherever you go, I go. Whatever we decide to get up to this year, I’m going to be right beside you.”

“Are you scared?” Eddie asked me.

“Not since the day I met you,” I told him and I meant it. Sure, I was worried and had a minor freakout about my predicament. But being with Eddie felt right, being here in 1986 with him I felt more at home than I ever had.

Eddie smiled and we could hear the start of the countdown from inside the house. He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me closer to him with our chests brushing against each other. I felt his warm breath hit my face and the cold air around us seemed to disappear.

“To making ’87 our year,” Eddie murmured against my lips as loud cheers reached our ears. He surged forward to bring his lips completely against mine, kissing me passionately as I heard the noise of some fireworks going off in the distance. When I pulled back, I could see the lights reflecting off his beautiful face.

“I love you,” I breathed into the air between us.

Eddie’s eyes searched mine, his chest rising and falling harshly against mine. When he found what he was looking for, a love-sick smile made its way across his face

“I know,” Eddie muttered.

It took me a moment to process his response before I reared back, leaning as much as I could out of his space with his arms around me. “I know? Eddie, did you just quote fucking Star Wars to me?”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open in amusement and I just pushed against him trying to get out of his lap. “I take it back.”

“Wait!” Eddie laughed as I stood up and wrapped the blanket around me. “Sydney! Don’t walk away! I’m sorry, sweetheart!.”

“It’s too late!” I said dramatically as I pushed away his arm as he tried to stand up. “I can’t believe you quoted Star Wars to me the first time I said I loved you!”

Eddie fell off the chair and grabbed at my ankle as I went to walk towards the house.

“Sweetheart!” Eddie laughed and I could barely keep my laughter in. He knew I wasn’t mad at him, he could feel the adoration I had for him through the mark. “I love you! Please!”

Valentines Day 1987

“Steve!” Robin groaned. “Do not start this now!”

“I’m just saying,” Steve argued back at Robin. “Eddie has the advantage that Sydney is literally his soulmate, she has to like his flirting. That aside, I don’t think Eddie is that good at flirting!”

Currently Eddie and I had gone into Family Video to rent a movie and were sucked into an argument that Steve and Robin were currently having. Steve was laminating about his lack of dates for Valentine’s Day while Robin had blamed it on his horrible flirting.

I snorted and Steve sent me an annoyed look. “I’m sorry Steve. Objectively, I am not going to be able to help with your argument. I can hardly tell when Eddie is flirting half the time.”

Eddie’s mouth dropped open. “I flirt with you all the time!”

I waved my hand. “Point made. Social cues, not really my thing. If Eddie’s name wasn’t on my wrist, I don’t think I would have realized he was it for me until he literally had to spell it out in front of me.”

Eddie gawked at me while Robin tried to hide her laughter behind her hand. “Do you think you could do any better?”

I raised my eyebrows at Eddie. “Is that a challenge?”

Eddie moved to lean his back against the counter, elbows bent and resting there. I moved to step in front of him, Steve and Robin taking a step back from the counter to watch us. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before I let a small smile paint my lips.

“Eddie, baby. Can I hold your hand?”

I heard Steve scoff from behind Eddie, but I paid it no mind as I stepped into Eddie’s space and held my out for him to place his in. Eddie’s eyes were wide, but gave nothing away as he gently placed his hand in mine. I made a point to gently trace a finger around his palm before I flipped his hand over and traced at his knuckles.

“As nice as your hand feels in mine,” I started as I gazed up at him under my lashes trying to hood my eyes. “I think it might feel better wrapped around my neck.”

Eddie sucked in a shocked breath, his face turning very red. I heard Steve sputter and Robin bust into laughter.

“I-uh.” Eddie tried to say as he stood up from his slouched position, but making sure his hand stayed in mine. “Sweetheart?”

Steve threw his hands up and I couldn’t help but giggle as I leaned closer to Eddie.

“Didn’t mean to fluster you, baby.” I said as I dropped his hand and moved to push a rouge hair from his ponytail behind his ear. “Just had to let you see how well I can dish it out.”

Eddie’s other hand came up to rest against his chest, his face still beet red. “You can’t say things like that to me in public, sweetheart.”

Steve slapped a case down on the counter behind Eddie. “That is so not fair. I can’t just say that to a girl!”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe to the ones you are chasing. But the right one? You’ll have her melting in her seat.”

Robin had finally quieted down before reaching forward with her hand above Eddie’s shoulder. I slapped her open palm for a high-five while Eddie just rolled his eyes with a smile. “You gotta teach me how to flirt with girls like that. Steve is no help at all!”

Steve sputtered again. “Robin!”

“It’s okay, Stevie.” I teased as I moved around Eddie to pat his hand. “You know how to flirt with some girls. I might just help Robin with the rest.”

Steve just took a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling. We all gave him a moment, fighting smiles as Steve had to reel himself in. He cleared his throat. “To change topics, what is everyone doing for Valentine’s Day?”

Robin shuffled some cases around. “Vickie and I might be going to see a movie?”

“Robin!” I exclaimed excitedly. “Look at you!”

Robin shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s a date. How do you see if it’s a date without giving it away that you want it to be a date?”

Steve shrugged. “You’ll know.”

Robin groaned and lowered her head into her hands. “That’s literally no help.”

“I’ve got something planned,” Eddie butted in. He sent me a wink. “Something that you’ll definitely enjoy.”

“You’re not going to share with the class?” I asked with a smile as I leaned into his side. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Oh, I know.” Eddie chuckled as his arm wrapped around my shoulders to keep me there. “But you won’t know until than.”

That’s all Eddie gave me, and I had to wait days to find out. Valentines Day fell on friday, which meant Eddie still had to go to school and our plans had to wait until after. Before I headed to Steve’s for the day, I stuck an obnoxious card in his lunchbox for him to find during the day. When school ended and I tagged along with Steve for Robin pickup, Eddie was sitting at the back of his van with both doors thrown open. He didn’t waste any time throwing the passenger door open and pulling me from Steve’s car, twirling me in a circle.

“Eddie!” I laughed as I lost my balance and fell into his chest.

“Sydney,” Eddie said as his arms wrapped around my waist. “You can’t just leave cards for me to find like that. I might think you’re in love with me.”

My face flushed as I peered up at him. “I love you.”

Eddie groaned and his head fell back. “You can’t just say things like that!”

I laughed and moved out of the way so Robin could get in the passenger seat. “Have fun!”

Robin gave me thumbs up as Steve drove off and it just left Eddie and I in the parking lot. “C’mon,” Eddie said as he tugged me towards the van. “We have to go back to the trailer to change and then we will be on our way.”

To my surprise, when we got back to the trailer Eddie insisted that we change into some PJ’s. Giving me a hoodie of his to wear, he sent me off the bathroom to change with a promise of dinner. Once we were both changed, we got into the van and Eddie started driving in the direction of town. No matter how much I pleaded, the man would not give any answers.

When Eddie parked next to the diner that we usually go to, I sent him a questioning glance as he told me to stay put and raced to the doors. He came back a few minutes later with a bag full of takeout boxes that he put in the back and would not let me peek. After we were driving a few minutes, I realized that the area around us was getting more and more wooded.

“Where exactly are we going?” I asked him as he turned off onto a dirt road.

Eddie groaned but sent me a smile as he turned the music down. “I guess I can’t really ruin the surprise since we are already here. I figured I would take you to Lover’s Lake to enjoy a picnic and watch the stars once it got dark. I thought that everywhere else in town would be busy, and I know that you would be more comfortable out here.”

I reached over to grasp his hand. “That sounds perfect.”

Once we got to the lake, Eddie parked with the back doors to the lake. He jumped out to get the back situated and I was surprised to see the amount of blankets and pillows stashed at the back of the van.

“Are we having a sleepover?” I teased as I crawled between the seats instead of getting out and going around. “Is that why we are in our PJ’s?”

Eddie shrugged with a smile. “Since someone has a habit of falling asleep against me, I figured we might want to be comfortable. Plus, it’s going to get chilly later and I hate for you to get cold.”

Eddie was right. Once we had finished dinner and laid out to watch the sky darken, it was so peaceful I could fall asleep right against him. He was so warm, laying against all the pillows in the back of the van, the cool air blowing through the open doors. His voice was gentle and with the tone he was using to tell me about the latest campaign, I felt so at peace with him here.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie nudged me as the sky got completely dark and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. “Can I give you my gift?”

I let him sit me up as he reached for something behind the driver seat. I moved to my bag, pulling out a small wrapped box as well.

“Can I go first?” I asked him as he moved to sit with his legs dangling out of the van.

Eddie smiled and held out his hand for the small gift. He didn’t open it, motioning for me to continue. “I really didn’t know what to get you for Valentine’s Day. Sure, I could get you some material items, but I wanted to get you something special.”

When I motioned towards the box, Eddie ripped open the wrapping paper and moved to take the cover off the box to see a ring sitting in the middle of the box. I felt my face flush a bit. “I know that you already have all these rings, but I came across this when Robin, Max, and I went shopping a few weeks ago. I know that you already have my name on your wrist, but I wanted to see something else of mine on you too.”

The ring was simple. It had a thick band, colored dark gray, and had a small moth etched into the top of the ring. When Eddie turned it over, he could see that I had our initials engraved inside the band of the ring. With another glance at me, Eddie slid it onto his ring finger, sitting proudly with the others of that hand.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said as he cupped my face to kiss me. The rings cool against my cheeks. “I love it.”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything!” I rushed out to say it because of the load of anxiety that washed over me. “I just wanted you to have something else to look down on and remind you of me. Also, it seemed like a really cool vintage ring and this one you don’t have to tape to fit your fingers!”

“Sydney” Eddie laughed softly as his hands tightened on my face. “I know and one day it just might mean something else. But for right now, I know what it is.”

I know that I was smiling love-sick at him, but I couldn’t care. Not with the emotions that I felt in my chest and pulsing at my wrist. “I love you.”

Eddie dropped his hands to thrust his gift at me. “Open it.”

I took the box gently, carefully opening it to see his guitar pick necklace sitting there. “Eddie?”

“I love you, sweetheart.” Eddie started as he reached forward to get the chain out. In that moment when he leaned over, I noticed for the first time that I didn’t see that chain wrapped around his neck. “I had a similar thought. I know that my name is etched into your skin and just seeing it some days brings me so much joy. But I couldn’t resist giving you the necklace. Now when you have your wrist covered, everyone will be able to see that necklace and see that you are mine.”

For the first time in a while, I felt pressure behind my eyes as I willed myself not to cry. Eddie moved to clasp the necklace around my neck, leaning back to let it fall against my chest as it seemed to catch some of the light from the stars above. “Hey,” Eddie cooed softly as he reached forward to brush at my cheeks. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?”

I sniffled and moved to place one of my hands against his. “Nothing. I just didn’t think I would ever be here with someone like you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked me with a smile.

“I love you so much,” I told him. “And there are days that I just look at you and I can feel it tenfold back through the mark and I just wonder about how I got so lucky. I literally fell into your lap.�� I laughed wetly. “And giving me this means so much to me. You wear this everyday, aren’t you going to miss it?”

“I have something else to wear now,” Eddie said as he wiggled his hand at me. “But I love you too, sweetheart. I will never have to doubt anything because there are days for me too that I just look at you and I can feel all of it.”

Eddie dropped his hand and with a wave of his fingers, I followed his movements so I was laying against him in the back of the van. We could still see some of the stars that were further out in the distance; but here now with Eddie, it felt like we were the only ones in our little world. With his arms wrapped around me and the feeling of Eddie tracing shapes into my back, I felt perfectly at peace.

“Happy first Valentine's Day, sweetheart.” Eddie said and I felt a kiss at the top of my head.

“How are you going to top this one next year?” I asked him.

Eddie laughed and I could feel his body shaking against mine. “That’s all on you sweetheart.” A pause. “But you know what would make this better right now?”

“What?” I asked him as I looked up at him, my chin resting against his chest.

“If you kissed me. Kissed me alot, actually.” Eddie said with a mischievous smile.

The first time I leaned up to kiss him, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face which barely made it a kiss at all. But when Eddie rolled us over so he was hovering above me, the kiss was definitely more passionate.

And it was no one’s business if we ended up falling asleep out there under the stars.

Only for us to be rudely awakened by our bladders several hours later.

Sydney’s First Birthday in the Past

“Happy birthday to you,” someone was singing in my ear quietly as I was roused from sleep. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

I groaned and opened my eyes to see Eddie laying on his side beside me, a tired smile on his face. “What?” I asked, still on the edge of sleep.

Eddie reached forward to tuck some hair behind my ear, biting his lip at me. “It’s your birthday, Sydney.”

I blinked a few more times before I was fully awake. “It’s my birthday?”

Eddie laughed and shuffled closer so he was laying against me, an arm wrapped around me and his forehead coming to rest against mine. “Well that’s what the government paperwork says. Is it true?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “What would you do if it was?”

Eddie pulled back a little to look at me. “Do you not like your birthday?”

I shrugged again. “It was always a mute point when I was younger. It always fell on a weekday so I had to go to school and my parents refused to do something for me when they got home for work. My brother, though? They would pull him out of school for the day and always take him out to dinner.” I tried not to show how much it bothered me. Eddie has already done so much, I didn’t want him to feel like he had to go all out for this too. “It just became another one of those things.”

“Well,” Eddie said as placed a kiss on my forehead and then trailed them from my cheeks to my chin. “We celebrate all holidays and birthdays in the Munson household. Sorry, sweetheart. You are just going to have to tough it out this year.”

I tried to pout at him, but his smile was so infectious that I couldn’t help at the one that tugged at my lips. “So Dungeon Master, what do you have planned?”

Eddie laughed and moved to sit up, pulling me along with him. He grabbed one of my hands in his, the other moving to trace lines against the back of it. “Wayne made you a special breakfast.”

I groaned in protest. “Please don’t tell me you dragged Wayne into this.”

A gruff chuckle tore my attention to the doorway to see Wayne standing there, sleeves of his flannel rolled up with a smile on his face. “All the boy had to do was mention that your birthday was coming up.”

I sent him a small smile. “Morning Wayne.”

Wayne nodded his head. “There are fresh cinnamon rolls in the kitchen if you are interested.”

“You made me fresh cinnamon rolls?” I asked excitedly. “No one has ever made them for me!”

Eddie chuckled beside me. “So get your ass in gear and get some while they are still warm.”

I threw the blanket off and followed Wayne into the kitchen. It smelled so great in there I couldn’t help but melt when Wayne placed a plate in front of me at the table. One bite and I was trying to hold back a moan. “Oh my god, Wayne. These are so good.”

Wayne laughed into this coffee mug, placing the comics he was reading from the newspaper back onto the table. “Don’t butter me up.”

“I’m serious!” I laughed and took another bite. “This is the best thing anyone has ever made for me.”

In one second Eddie appeared behind me, smelling strongly of his body wash and leaned forward to take the bite off my fork. I turned to look at him, betrayed as he swallowed.

“Go get ready, sweetheart.” Eddie said as he took my hand and helped me up from the table. “You’ve got a day ahead of you.”

I frowned. “Eddie, I don’t wa-”

Eddie held up his hand. “I already know you don’t want me skipping school. So I’ve made other plans for you.”

A threw a nervous glance at Wayne and he just took a drink of his coffee. “All I know is that we are meeting up later for dinner.”

I narrowed my eyes at Eddie. “What do you have planned?”

He winked at me and took another bite of my cinnamon roll. “Go get changed and you might just find out.”

I ran and took a quick shower, towel drying my hair as I grabbed one of Eddie’s sweatshirts to put on. It clearly was a P.E. sweatshirt, but the arms had been drawn all over with designs that looked similar to what was on Eddie’s D&D notebook.

When I got back into the kitchen, Wayne was already in his recliner watching some morning TV while Eddie was on the phone. When he saw me, he abruptly got off the phone before making his way to me.

“Comfy?” He asked as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “What did you do?”

Eddie just smiled mischievously at me and motioned towards the door. There was no Max waiting for us at the van, and Eddie shrugged like he didn’t know who took her to school. I let him keep up his charades as we started the familiar path towards town, only slightly surprised when we pulled up to the police station.

Hopper and Joyce were leaning against her car in the parking lot, their faces lighting up when they saw us pull in. I had only just gotten out of the van when Joyce had wrapped me in a tight hug.

“Happy birthday!” She said really loud as she pulled back to look at me. “Do you feel any older?”

I rolled my eyes in amusement as Hopper stepped around her to pull me into a quick side -hug. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”

I smiled at both of them and felt when Eddie joined my side. “So what is the plan for today? Eddie won’t tell me anything.”

Joyce shrugged, but the smile on her face said otherwise. “I thought you and I could have a girls day. Give you a treat for your birthday.”

“Joyce-” I started to argue that it wasn’t necessary before she sent me a look.

“You are one of my kids now, Sydney.” Joyce said as she reached out to squeeze my shoulder. “If I want to do things with you for your birthday, I sure as hell am going to.”

I laughed and nodded my head in defeat. “Okay then.”

Joyce made a happy noise and turned to start her car while Hopper waved at us and started to make his way into the station. I only turned to Eddie when I felt his fingers intertwine with mine, giving my palm a gentle squeeze.

“Is this okay?” He asked me, nervously.

I smiled at him. “It’s perfect.”

Eddie perked up and with a quick glance around he leaned down to kiss me. I let him, getting lost in the sensation of his body against mine, whining slightly when he pulled back. He chuckled, using his free hand to play with the chain that had been sitting against my neck for some time now. “I love you, sweetheart.”

My smile widened if possible. “I love you too, baby. Will I be seeing you after school?”

Eddie’s smile turned mischievous. “Well I still have a present to give you. But, I don’t know. Will you?”

Eddie stepped back from as I felt Joyce’s arm wrap around mine. “We ready to go?”

“Have a good birthday, sweetheart!” Eddie yelled as he got back into his van, the music blaring as he buckled himself in. “See you later!”

Joyce and I watched him peel out of the parking lot, some of the people walking around town shaking their heads at all the noise. When he was fully out of sight, Joyce tugged me in the direction of her car. “You ready to get our day started?”

Joyce’s first stop was a little bookstore a few town’s over. We roamed the shelves for a bit, me picking out a few books that I hadn’t read in years but seemed to be new releases here. I couldn’t resist the dragon bookmark in the fantasy section, but I knew that it wouldn’t be me using it and Joyce must have had a similar idea with the look of amusement on her face.

Our next stop was a tiny hair salon two shops down on the same street. It was run by a lady that knew Joyce by name, taking me back to the chair and telling me whatever I wanted was already covered. I sent a look towards Joyce, but she just shrugged and sat down in the chair next to me, already talking away to the lady bringing her a coffee.

I frowned in the mirror, one of the books that I bought sitting in my lap. “It’s been years since I’ve had my hair professionally done. What do you suggest?”

“Is this wave natural?” The lady asked me as she ran her hands through my hair.

I shrugged. “I believe so. If my hair isn’t down, most of the time I have it braided back in some way.”

“Hm,” The lady said as she moved to get a cape and secure it around my neck. “How about we cut a few of the dead inches off and go from there? What about a color?”

I moved my hand to pinch some of the hair between my fingers. All my life I had been a lighter shade of brown, borderlining on strawberry blonde. “Why not?”

It took a lot of debating and a long talk of my preferences before the hairdresser-Angela, asked me to trust her and I agreed. If I hated the color, I could always color over it? Joyce had finished not too long ago, sitting with me as I sat under one of those obnoxious hairdryers.

“I think she picked a great color,” Joyce said with a smile. “Are you having a good time?”

“The best,” I smiled at her. “You know, my mom would never do something like this with me.”

“Her loss.” Joyce said, a tone to her voice. “You’re one of my kids now, sweetie. Anything that she wouldn’t do with you, I will. Don’t you worry about that.”

After my hair was processed and washed out, I let them keep the element of surprise as they turned my back to the mirror so they could style it for me. When they were finally finished and I got to turn around, I couldn't help but gasp. Angela styled my hair in soft curls falling down my back, nothing like the corkscrew curls that I’d seen at least two women walk out with today. As for my hair color, it was a deep copper color that really stood out against my skin tone and made my hazel eyes pop.

“Woah,” I said as I reached up to feel a strand.

Angela clapped beside me. “It’s a perfect fit!”

Her excitement was infectious and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. “You did such a good job!”

With the promise of coming back for a touch up, I followed Joyce out of the salon and to a tiny cafe a street over. We had a small lunch, Joyce making small talk about the kids and Hopper but I could tell something else was bothering her.

I sighed. “What is it?”

Joyce watched me for a moment. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

I nodded. “Why do you ask?”

Joyce reached out a hand to place over mine on the table. “It’s just your first birthday away from your parents, your friends. Eddie was worried today might be hard for you.”

I frowned. “Why would he think that?”

“El might have told me about a conversation she had with you at Thanksgiving,” Joyce said with a shrug. “I realized I might not have been checking in with you as much as I should.”

“Joyce,” I let out a relaxed laugh. “El brags me to family dinners with you guys almost every other week. You see me all the time.”

Joyce nodded. “I do, but I just wanted to make sure you knew that you could come to me about stuff.”

I squeezed her hand. “I know that I can.”

Joyce took a sip of her coffee. “You know Murray mentioned something to me the other week.”

“Hm?”

She placed her cup down. “He mentioned that when his partner was brought to the past, a box of some of his more personal items showed up. Has that happened to you?”

“No?” I shrugged. “I didn’t know that it was possible for that to happen. Nancy never mentioned it to me.”

Joyce frowned. “He should be back in Hawkins for a few days. Maybe you could ask him?”

We didn’t stay too much longer, Joyce saying it was her turn to carpool, but letting me know that Eddie had planned to meet with us at the school.

“Not that I don’t think of El as my own,” Joyce said on the drive back. “But I really want you to know that you have a place in my family.”

I smiled. “I know that I do. I think between you, Hopper, and Wayne acting as parents with Steve trying to prove that he is my brother; I’ve got all areas covered. I promise you since I’ve woken up here I haven’t felt truly alone.”

“Good,” Joyce said. “We’re a weird group, aren’t we?”

I don’t think I could have asked for a better one.

When we got to the school, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see the group that was waiting at Eddie’s van. I only had a second once I got out of the car to get bombarded by the younger ones, trying to pull me in hugs and El trying to sing me happy birthday.

“Guys,” I laughed delighted at the love I was receiving. I almost had to stop for a second at the sheer feeling of adoration that hit me, but it wasn’t hard to place where that emotion came from when I met Eddie’s eyes. He was leaning against the van, a smile on his face as he waited for his turn to get to me.

Steve stepped forward, pulling me into a quick hug before throwing an arm around Dustin. “Since you didn’t tell us how important today was, we didn’t have any time to throw something together.”

I shrugged, not bothered about it. “I didn’t want you guys to make a big deal about it.”

Steve pointed at me. “Well, we will. Just wait.”

After a few more minutes of ‘Happy Birthday’ wishes and hugs from everyone, they all split into groups between Steve and Joyce. I waved back at them as they all got in their cars, leaving Eddie and I in the almost empty parking lot.

When I turned to him, he was still leaning against his van with his hands tucked into his front pockets. He pushed off the van and slowly made his way to me, reaching out to pull at a loose curl. “You changed your hair?”

He tucked a strand behind my ear, fingers trailing along my jaw. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” Eddie asked as his other hand joined the one on my facing, moving to rub his thumbs against my cheeks. “Sweetheart, that color does wonders to you. Damn,” Eddie let out a groan and closed his eyes with a smile. “Are you trying to kill me?”

My laughter was silenced as Eddie leaned down to kiss me, my eyes fluttering closed at the intensity of it. When one of Eddie’s hands moved to grasp mine and his fingers brushed against my mark, I almost gasped at the feelings I felt thrown back at me.

Eddie broke away from me, staying close enough that our lips lightly brushed when he talked or more like whispered to me. “As much as I enjoy kissing you, we do have dinner plans.”

“We do?” I whispered back.

He stood up fully now, but never letting go of my hand. “Wayne wants to take you out for your birthday. Can’t argue with the man.”

I smiled. “Well if he insists…”

“Now you’re getting it!” Eddie exclaimed as he moved to open the passenger door of the van and help me into the seat. I see him sprint across the front and as soon as he turns the keys, the van is filled with the loud music of Blue Oyster Cult. Once we’ve stopped at the trailer long enough to pick up Wayne and let Eddie dump his stuff, before we are on our way towards town.

“Maybe next year we can actually make a plan since I know when your birthday is.” Wayne said he slammed the door shut.

“Wayne-” I started to explain before he held up a hand.

“Eds was the same way.” Wayne said as he pulled me into a side hug, Eddie raced ahead claiming to get the best booth in the back. “The first year he lived with me he didn’t want to celebrate anything. But I get it, kid. One day, you’ll want to start celebrating it too.”

Wayne opened the diner door for me, ushering me and as I turned to try and find Eddie-

“SUPRISE!”

The diner seemed to be empty except for my mismatched family. Eddie was standing closest to the doors, my favorite smile on his face with his arms stretched out wide. Steve and Robin off to the side of him, eyes bright as their smiles. Joyce, Hopper, and Murray sitting down in the booth off to the side, drinks raised at me. Lastly, all the younger ones were standing right in the middle with Nancy and Jonathan behind them, balloons and party favors in hand.

I felt my eyes get wet, and it took me a few blinks to convince myself not to cry. Wayne squeezed my shoulder before moving around me and heading towards the other adults while Eddie moved to stand in front of me, taking one of my hands in his.

“This okay?” He asked as he squeezed my hand.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” I said instead.

Eddie beamed, leaning down to kiss my forehead before moving to wrap an arm around my shoulders and led me to the chaos of my surprise birthday party. “You’ll never have to know, sweetheart. Now why don’t we get some of that cake?”

Ah, hello my beautiful people. It's been a few weeks, hasn't it? Well I'm back and better than ever (had a whole allergic reaction and I won't bore you with the details but I am better and on medication for it now so no worries :) ). So this is a long one, I hope you enjoy the meal! I've been anxious to get into the main part of the story, and it's going to start in the next chapter so be prepared! I figured we could see a glimpse of the life Sydney and Eddie are living before I get into the nitty gritty. Leave a comment telling me if you liked it!

Also just in case we need to know, what should be have as Sydney's Vecna song? I'm trying to decide between something that easily accessible (which means the song is already out), or the potential issue that the song hasn't been written yet. Let me know what you guys think!

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Y/N Scrooge–Steve Harrington

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

What a load of bullshit. All Christmas does is set you up for disappointment. You get your hopes up only to have them crash and burn. Everyone is always so cheerful over the holidays. I just didn't get it.

I walked into Family Video, saw all the decorations, and instantly wanted to hide under a rock.

"Well don't you look cheery," Robin laughed when she returned to the counter with a box of movies.

"I hate the cold," I mumbled as I walked past her. Once I got to the employee's lounge, I took off my jacket. I pulled on my vest as the door opened.

"There you are," Steve said as I turned around. "Robin said you were here."

"Yep," I sighed. "Yay. Another glorious day at Family Video."

"I see you're still on your Christmas-hating binge, Scrooge."

"I thought you of all people would understand," I mumbled.

I started to walk away but he grabbed my hand, stopping me. "Hey," he whispered. "I do understand, Y/N. I know the holidays are hard for you. I'm just trying to fix. . ."

"Fix what?" I asked. "Me?"

"No," Steve said quickly. "I didn't mean it like that, Y/N."

"Then what did you mean?" I asked, my breath getting caught in my throat. "What did you want to fix, Steve?"

Steve grabbed both my hands and pulled me into his chest. "I don't want to fix you," he whispered. "You're my best friend, Y/N. I think you're perfect just the way you are. What I wanted to fix was the effect this holiday has on you. I hate seeing you so depressed. I wish I could make it better."

I slowly pulled my hands out of his, instantly wrapping my arms around myself. I cleared my throat and shook my head.

"You can't," I said under my breath.

"I wish," he sighed. "I wish I could bring your mom back, Y/N."

"No one can bring my mom back."

* * * * *

Steve and I worked our shifts, not really speaking to each other. I tried to let work distract me but it was hard since everyone was renting Christmas movies. Steve seemed in his head all afternoon. It wasn't until I was on my break did I understand why.

"You okay?" Robin asked Steve. "You've been in your head a lot today."

"Just thinking about Y/N."

"Aren't you always?" She teased. She suddenly cleared her throat. "Look, I know the month of December isn't exactly easy on her, but she's a big girl. She can. . ."

"Y/N's mom passed away on Christmas Eve," Steve cut her off.

"What?"

"Y/N was spending the days leading up to Christmas with her grandparents," Steve started to explain. "Her parents were on the way when they slipped on black ice. Her parents were both sent to the hospital. Her dad woke up. . . Her mom didn't."

"Damn," Robin sighed. "No wonder she hates Christmas."

"It didn't help that her dad kinda. . . lost himself after he woke up." Steve paused before continuing, "I don't blame him. He lost the love of his life and it was his fault. If I lost Y/N because of something I did? It would destroy me."

"Steve," Robin started, but Steve continued.

"Y/N's dad spends all of December with a bottle in his hand. Christmas Eve, he usually disappears until New Years."

"So Y/N spends Christmas alone?"

"Ever since the accident. . . She prefers it that way."

"I'm surprised you don't invite her over to spend it with you."

"I do!" Steve scoffed, his anger building. "I always invite her over to my house. Every year! But she. . . She's too damn stubborn to admit that she doesn't want to spend the holidays alone."

"She's probably about as stubborn as you," Robin laughed. "No wonder you're best friends. You belong together."

I waited a little bit before coming out of the employee's lounge. When I did, Robin not-so-subtly kicked Steve. They both cleared their throats before going back to work. A little while later, I was restocking some shelves when I heard Steve and Robin have what sounded like a fake conversation.

"Hey, Robin," Steve started, his voice cracking with nerves. "Isn't it time for your break?"

"You know what?" Robin laughed. "I think you're right. In fact, I'm gonna go to the burger place down the street. You guys want anything?"

"No, we're fine," Steve said, sending her a look. She put her hands up in defense before leaving the store. But not before sending me an encouraging smile and an odd wink.

The second the door closed behind her, Steve walked over to me. He cleared his throat, slightly hesitating.

"Just say it," I sighed. "You always were horrible at acting like you weren't up to something."

I walked by him as he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. "You caught that, huh?"

"Of course I did," I scoffed. "You and Robin are as subtle as a fire alarm."

I jumped up and sat on the counter. Steve walked over to me, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Spit it out, Steve."

"Christmas is next week," Steve hesitated.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "So?"

"So, I want to fix the holiday for you."

"Steve. . ."

"I just want to show you that it can be better," he sighed. He walked over and stood between my legs. He gently placed his hands on my knees.

"I hate seeing you like this every Christmas," he whispered. "I just want you to enjoy the holiday."

I wanted to tell him that nothing could make me love this holiday, but the look of hope in his eyes made me want to say yes.

"Okay," I whispered. "What did you have in mind?"

The way his face lit up made my stomach flip. He grabbed my hands and started excitedly explaining his plan to me.

"Well, I figured that we could start with you staying with me until after Christmas. I was thinking maybe until New Years?"

"You really want me to stay with you?" I asked, my voice suddenly soft.

"Of course," he shrugged. "I hate that you spend the holidays alone. If you spent them at my house, then you wouldn't be alone. You'd have me."

"I would," I smiled. I sighed, still a little hesitant. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course," he said, giving my hand a squeeze. "Y/N, please. Give me a chance to show you that Christmas can be fun again. It'll be just like when we were little. Snowball fights, snowmen building competitions, decorating gingerbread houses, Christmas movie marathons. All of it."

"Steve," I said shakily.

"I know how hard this holiday is for you," Steve said, squeezing my hands, "but it kills me to see you struggling so much. I want to try and make it better for you."

"I appreciate that but. . ."

"Please," he whispered. "I promise to try and make it better."

I smiled as I saw just how serious my best friend was about all this. I know Steve. When he sets his mind to something, he means it.

"Bring it on, Harrington."

"Just call me Bob Cratchit."

"You're a dork, Cratchit."

* * * * *

It was cute how hard Steve was trying to get me to like Christmas. Unfortunately, none of it worked.

After our snowball fight with Dustin and the other kids, I ended up catching a cold that put me on bed rest for the rest of the week. I was at the worst part of the cold so we chose not to have our Christmas Snowmen Competition.

I was still too weak on Christmas Eve to decorate gingerbread houses so I spent the night, wrapped in Steve's sweatshirt and several blankets as the kids built and decorated gingerbread houses. Christmas Day, Steve and I didn't do much. I ended up constantly falling asleep.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked as he brought me a large mug of chicken noodle soup.

I started to sit up but was still pretty weak. Steve quickly put down the mug and turned around to help me. He put an extra pillow behind me and fixed my blanket. When he was satisfied that I looked comfy, he sat on the edge of the couch and he scanned my face.

"You still look kinda pale," he mumbled. He reached up and felt my forehead. I smiled and leaned into his touch as his cold hand felt amazing on my burning skin.

"You're burning up," he whispered. "I don't understand why your fever hasn't broken yet. You've had this for three days."

"I'm fine," I said, my stuffy nose adding in a random d at the end of the word fine. "My fever should break in another day or two."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he sighed, leaning back into the couch. He picked up my legs and put my feet on his lap. I smiled weakly as he gently started rubbing my ankles.

"I really tried to fix Christmas for you, Y/N," Steve said, leaning his head back onto the cushion. He rolled his head so he was looking at me. "I'm afraid I only made it worse."

"You did," I shrugged with a teasing smile. I reached over and took his cold hand in my warm one, "But thank you for trying."

I saw the look of disappointment on his face and my guilt built. I squeezed his hand, making him look at me.

"We could still do our Christmas Movie Marathon," I suggested. "As long as you don't mind my coughing attacks every few minutes."

"Of course, I don't mind," Steve chuckled. "But you should try to eat some soup."

Steve handed me the soup he made before putting in one of the many movies he rented from work. He stayed by my feet, constantly glancing at me to make sure I was eating as the movie played. When I was done, he put the empty mug on the coffee table and pulled on my hand to make it so I was laying my head on his lap. He started running his fingers through my hair.

After starting the third movie, Steve crawled onto the couch behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close to his chest. The way he was holding me made it impossible to stay awake.

I woke up as the credits were rolling. My face burned when I realized I had rolled over and tucked more into Steve's chest. I looked up to see Steve asleep.

As I lay in my best friend's arms, I thought about how much he tried to make me like Christmas. Steve's always loved this time of year. When I lost my mom, he was by my side all Christmas day. He's been by my side ever since.

And to be honest, I've loved that he's always there if I need him. He never hesitated to come running. It got to the point where I depended on him a little too much.

I didn't look away as he slowly woke up. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Hey, you," he whispered. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I said under my breath. He smiled as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry I failed."

"Steve," I sighed, "you didn't fail."

"Really?" He scoffed as he slowly sat us up. "I forced you to go through Christmas traditions, even though you didn't want to. Those same activities got you sick. So sick, you've barely been able to transfer from the guest bedroom to the couch without getting dizzy. I'm a horrible friend."

"You are not," I said firmly. "You are an amazing friend, Steve. You always have been."

"And I always will be," he said instantly. He dropped his voice as he added, "You mean too much for me to treat you any differently, Y/N."

"You mean a lot to me too," I whispered.

"You don't understand," Steve sighed. He stood up, grabbed my empty mug, and took it to the kitchen.

"Steve?" I called to him. I tried to sit up but instantly got dizzy. I collapsed back onto the couch as Steve ran back in. He instantly sat next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"You need to rest, Y/N," he sighed. He reached down to move the blanket, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him.

"What don't I understand, Steve?"

"It doesn't matter," he stuttered.

"Clearly it does," I sighed. My sigh triggered a coughing attack. I covered my mouth, turning away from Steve. He reached forward and rubbed my back until I calmed down.

"Please," I whispered, trying to catch my breath. "Please tell me what you meant, Steve."

He hesitated before scooting closer to me. "I guess it's time you knew," he whispered. "But I just want to say one thing first, I don't want what I'm about to say to change anything between us. If you don't feel the same, if you don't agree. . ."

"Just say it."

"I love you, Y/N."

He studied me, waiting to see if I would have any reaction. My reaction was tears coming to my eyes.

"You do?" I stuttered.

"Of course," Steve chuckled. "Why else would I come running the second you slightly needed help?"

"I just thought. . . I just thought we were best friends."

"Best friends don't feel the way I feel about you, as deeply as I do," he whispered. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering.

He dropped his hand and cleared his throat. "You never gave me your answer," he said softly.

"You don't know?" I teased. Steve smiled at me as he softly shook his head.

"Best friends don't feel the way I feel about you, as deeply as I do," I whispered his words back to me.

His happiness was undeniable. He scooted closer to me but stopped. He glanced down at my lips and sighed.

"If you weren't sick," he whispered. I waited for him to finish, but he didn't.

"What?"

"I might kiss you."

"Might?"

"Definitely would," Steve corrected.

"Well, I should feel better in a couple of days. . ."

"And I'll be there the second you are."

We both looked at each other, smiling like idiots. Steve pulled me into his chest and laid us back down. I felt his soft breathing as he dragged his fingers up and down my arm.

"You did it, Cratchit," I whispered.

"Did what, Scrooge?" Steve asked with a soft laugh.

"You fixed Christmas."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #MerryChristmas #christmas imagine

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Of Spirits and Unwise Choices

The park was called Remedy, back when it was going to be be of those zero-sum-zero housing developments boasting about being green. But turning a park into condos proved a hard sell, and the only green was the money being thrown at the city and lobbies. The park had been half-torn up before they left and the city somehow had no funds to fix it even if they’d accepted a small fortune to ruin it. Remedy remained the name, the old truth of the park gone: a statement and warning. People stopped going to it. Stories spread.

You could see ghosts there, some people said. The kind that changed you, and weren’t really ghosts. Sometimes people went into it after dark and they never came out quite the same after. It wasn’t everyone, and it was always someone who knew someone rather than Lu-Ellen who you could just meet, but the stories stuck. No one had proof, but no one one disputed that they were true. Until Rexford. No one should name a kid that. But he was on the football team, cruising toward a scholarship at one of those universities that existed just as a sports stadium where academics were just a side hustle.

He went in there with six friends, overnight four months back. Girl Guides had the week before, but they were Girl Guides. You don’t mess with them. One of his friends was hesitant, everyone mentioned the scouts and laughed. Rexford hasn’t played a single game since. His other friends seemed fine, but he was all distant and quiet now. His parents had him on drugs to ‘bring him home’ like some kind of soldier with PTSD, but his other friends said they’d only heard voices and seen shadows and nothing else.

The team had tanked since, and Rexford wasn’t that important, so they were all lying. The city put up a new fence around the park. And tonight, well, tonight Dad and I had that fight again. What I’d do after school, if I had any ambitions, what kind of person I’d be. I don’t want to waste the trust fund from Uncle Ahn on schooling that would lead nowhere. We exchanged shouts, because Mom was away for work and not there to step between us. I slammed the door when I left and just walked.

I didn’t have a costume, despite it being Halloween. When anyone asked, I said my costume had been pretending not to be me for years. Some got it. Most didn’t. I’d left my phone, so I felt more naked than normal, and hadn’t even been aware I was heading to Remedy until I was there. Someone had taken bolt cutters to the fence in a couple of places, but there were two rent-a-thugs circling the park, and a police car a block away with people near it.

I used the distraction of some kids shouting at them and just walked up to the torn fence and into the park without much thought beyond proving something to Dad.

Beyond the fence was overgrown greenery and thin, gnarled trees. The park should have had large trees in the decade since the project ended, but everything looked wrecked. As if the park had decided to remind everyone of what happened to it. It was a silly thought, but I didn’t laugh. I realized, fifteen steps in, that I couldn’t hear the sirens that were close enough to hear.

I turned back, and the fence was there. It wasn’t a horror movie. ‘The world is that,’ is something Zhang would have said if he was here. But his family was on some vacation that let him out of school. They had Plans for him, and he was just going along with it. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to work in a pharmacy like Mom or help run a store like Dad did. The both wanted more for me, and from me, but we couldn’t agree on any of what that was. It was hard to win a fight when you couldn’t articulate what you were fighting for.

So I walked. I’d never been on a sport or team beyond a bit of soccer that didn’t care who I was. Everything else wanted labels like we were pieces of clothing and not people. The park still had a path, mostly overgrown. The benches were mostly broken, not that I was going to sit at them. Not even when I saw a than sitting on one of the benches. I’d never seen one of the spirits grandma talked about, but I could see through it: the spirit looked a little like a person, and somewhat like a flower.

“Hello?” I said.

“You should not be here. This is not a safe night. Not a safe place,” the spirit whispered.

“I can go,” I snapped, turning.

“I am afraid not.”

The path hadn’t changed. I could see the city over the stunted trees, but there was a coldness in the air that held me.

I made a noise.

A boy came down the path from further into the park. He was eleven, and took my fear away. Mostly because he was barefoot, wearing a kilt and blouse along with a formal vest, all of which had was white. He was wearing a white cloak done up to look like a ghost in a cheap movie, but looked very proud of it.

“Hi!” His grin was huge and friendly and somehow knocked the fear out of me.

“You should not be here,” the – not a than, not a spirit, something wholly other – whispered from inside the shadows.

“Oh! I shouldn’t be lots of places but! that’s often why I should be there.” The boy bounded over beside me.

“There is an evil spirit here. It isn’t wrong,” I said. “Run.”

The boy looked like he knew how to run.

Instead he let out a huge, impressive sigh. “Lots of spirits get all kinds of weirdy around Halloween you know!”

“This one has come freely,” the voice said, only it was more than one voice. Soft. Cold. Hungry. A loud pop filled the air, making my ears ring.

“– belongs to us now,” the spirits hissed.

“Wow! I know you’re extra hungry, but Chau isn’t that,” the boy said firmly.

“.... I never said my name.” My voice was funny to my ears.

“I am really jaysome at knowing names,” the boy offered. “Mine is Jay!”

Somehow, the park felt less cold. I could almost see shadows dissolve, fading and folding away like some kind of alien origami.

There was a sound, a hiss, a feeling I had no words for.

“There’s no need to be mean-face,” Jay said, and the boy had my right hand in his left, casual. “Chau made a mistake, because people do that and! sometimes they’re just mistakes that aren’t oopses so we’re going to leave.”

“NO.” It wasn’t a voice, it was something felt instead of heard.

“Man. I promised Honcho I wouldn’t do anything scary at all today and sometimes that’s really hard when you’re not scary but you can scare people,” Jay said.

Somehow, that made sense.

“But I’m not alone because of very good reasons,” Jay added proudly. “I brought Charlie and she’s really good at doing helpings.”

The woman who came from the direction of the hole in the fence I’d come from wasn’t in a hurry. She moved like she was resigned: 20s, also dressed up like a ghost but in her case she just had a black sheet on. Her skin was proper goth-pale and she looked about at the shadows with a careful scowl.

“Hi, Charlie! This is Chau and they kind of got lost and! some spirits are not being jaysome,” Jay said firmly.

“And you haven’t hugged them yet?” Charlie asked.

“They don’t want to be hugged because they like being mad?” And Jay sounded so baffled at that that I had no idea why I thought he was an old as eleven even though I knew he was. That, also, made perfect sense in the moment.

“Mmmm.” Charlie glanced about behind me. “You’re not harming anyone tonight or ever again.”

The words weren’t a request. They weren’t even a demand. It was a casual fact of someone who knew they’d be listened to.

Something hissed in the darkness that wasn’t a spirit at all.

Charlie snorted. “You can’t scare me. Trust me on that. And Jay won’t let you scare Chau. So you’re going to let us leave without issue, or I am going to get cross with you.”

There was a cold, empty silence in response to that.

Charlie shifted slightly one shoe to another. “Don’t.” And she snapped the fingers of her right hand.

Nothing happened, that I could tell, but the sense of danger was gone.

“That wasn’t a proper exorcism: this is a bad night to do those, and I don’t think what is here deserves that treatment. The spirits have earned their anger, so I won’t take that from them. Unless you make me,” Charlie added, raising her voice slightly.

There was no reply at all, and we walked back to the fence without issue. Jay let go of my hand once we were outside it and bounded into Charlie to hug her.

“That was extra jaysome!”

Charlie laughed, ruffling Jay’s hair with one hand. “I do have my moments, and the park will be okay in time. It met you.”

The boy somehow grinned even wider, and then spun back to face me. “Do you want to be a ghost too? I made a lot of sheets into costumes!”

I hesitated.

“Sometimes it’s nice to not be seen, because sometimes we don’t want to be seen by us,” Jay said.

I stared at the boy.

Innocence stared up at me.

I put on a rainbow sheet, and got candy at six houses on the way back home. Charlie didn’t come up to the door. Jay always got extra candy, and talked to everyone like he was friends with them. Mostly he didn’t make sense, except to whoever he talked to.

I let him go to the last house alone and looked at Charlie. “I never told him my name.”

“Jay is good with names. Among many other things,” she said, dry and gentle. “You’ll find his name in your phone: only call if someone really needs help. Jay doesn’t stop helping once he starts.”

“He can do things, like you?”

“Not like me, but yes.”

“In the park, when the air went – odd?”

Charlie’s smile isn’t Jay’s. Nothing human can be that. But she understood, somehow, in ways only human. “Jay wasn’t going to let the spirits of that place misgender you no matter the promise he made to not do certain things. He knows things. And made certain I did to so I didn’t make a mistake myself.”

“Oh.”

“Yo should go home: your family is likely worried, and that park won’t be safe for a long time.”

“Even if you could make it safe?”

“Some places need to be what they are, unsafe or not. It’s not something Jay quite understands, but warning others will be wise. There are spirits there, even if they are not what you would call spirits and have shapes I hope you never know nor feel.” Charlie pulled out a phone from her pocket, checking a text like anyone else would. “Good. Honcho is done helping others who ran into the spirits, so we’ll see what the next town needs soon.”

“Thank you,” I got out.

“I’m just glad we could help,” she said, and walked over to Jay as he bounded back to us. They talked, and Jay waved, and I wasn’t surprised when Jay took her hand and they vanished. It wasn’t even surprising that no one else noticed that happen.

I finished the walk back home, went inside. Dad was in the living room, TV on to the news. He only listened to the news when he was worried.

“Dad?” He turned the tv off at my tone.

I stepped in and hugged him.

“Chau.”

“Thank you,” I said. “It was a good fight.”

“Pardon?”

“I needed a yell, and you let me. I’m good. There was – school stuff. Zhang. Just a lot, and the future is too soon and I’m scared.”

Dad let out a breath. “We all are. We all are.”

And we hugged again, and that was the only treat that mattered.

#writing #prose #magician series #halloween story

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autism-ceo · 5 months

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Just another autism vent and a post that screams “Am I the Asshole?”

Sorry for bad grammar or punctuation

We’re having a part of our house remodeled and I was super excited to be a part of the design process because last time we had to get something fixed I was too little to throw out ideas of what we could change.

But this requires teamwork…and I already had a perfect image of what the room should be in my head so I got a little rattled when my parents were either adding new stuff to contradict what I have placed or completely just getting rid of them.

While we were discussing the plans, my sister walked in the room very silently before shaking me to let me know of her presence. This freaked me out and I yelled at her to stop. My mom “got onto” me for my reaction and after a minute we’ve moved on.

Anyways, Later that afternoon we watched a movie and my mom turned the volume up way to loud and it wasn’t just me. EVERYONE said it was too loud. (Which means it was extremely loud for me)

I said “It’s too loud!!!” And my sister responded with “what the fuck is wrong with you.” Because my reaction was just a little too dramatic I guess.

The whole family started yelling at me for overreacting and my sister told me to leave

and now I’m here typing this

#idk man #pls don’t reblog #ty #actually autistic #autism #autistic #vent

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cheetahgirlju · 15 days

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How To Be A Party Girl

In my mind, I'm Carrie Bradshaw. Where everything just comes to me, simple, yet very complicated, with particular indecisive goals. Sadly, I’m Dan Humphrey. If you don’t know who that is…well, I lerk and take in everyone else’s opinions, thoughts, and ideas. Then, I go and tell my friends because why not? So, I guess I am a little bit of Carrie.

Now, let me stop acting like I’m sophisticated. I wanted to start a blog because I can't seem to solidify my thoughts, I just let them swing and hang. So, I thought it would be hilarious and a little bit embarrassing if I started telling people my actual opinions. Maybe it’ll look like I'm talking to people when all my friends are in a different time zone than me.

I’m thinking I start this off with a silly story of what my friends and I did in winter. I’ll probably exaggerate a little bit but how else would I make it more interesting?

In late November, My friends and I started planning a night that would simultaneously be fun and relieving. We planned on getting an Air BNB that my mom would pay half for (this was before she got sick.) There would be “fun”, movies, singing, and pizza. Everything was worked out till a day or two before our plans. Knowing my mom, very bipolar and indecisive, even when promised she wouldn’t help me pick an Airbnb till a little bit before. My friends and I started looking online and somehow ended up in a small back house in the middle of Fontana.

For all my non-California residents, Fontana can be a very beautiful place…depending on the area. The back house we were staying at was rather small, and nosey-ass neighbors were watching our every move. And there was a ring camera, right IN FRONT of the door. Now, you’re probably like “What does that matter?” Well, there were a couple of rules to staying one night in this house. Rule No.3 happened to be “a maximum of 4 people.” I happen to have a friend group of a whopping 12 people. So, we started with myself and my very best and funniest friend. To get all of the other 10 people in, we had a very easy and maybe dumb idea. My funny friend pretended to be on the phone, speaking very loudly, and was right in front of the camera. This would help sneak the other 10 people in.

After all 12 noisy teens entered the compacted building, we kind of just sat there. It was not boring because my friends and I were never boring, but we didn’t have anything but an Xbox, Mother Nature’s plant, and a compact space. We wanted something else, so we contacted everyone we knew who had this “something.” Originally we were promised it by someone in the friend group but, let’s just say it was a very complicated night.

We started to brainstorm ideas. There was the option of “I forgot my I.D.” or/and begging. I wasn’t opposed to either, yet I was very anxious. We all concluded that 2-3 people should go to the liquor store and pretend to be over 21 and happen to forget their wallet. If that didn’t work, they could go ask someone outside.

After finally setting a plan, I somehow managed to be one of the strong troopers going to the store. I pushed up my bra, fixed my makeup, and put on my hooker face. On our way to the store, another friend joined us. This group of three looked very inexperienced and somewhat young. We walked in with a guilty demeanor and somehow managed to seem less mature. I went up to the counter and asked for 2 bottles of Amsterdam. I didn’t even know what that was. I just heard from a friend that it was the cheapest and most effective. She grabbed the bottles for us and when everything felt like it was going right, she asked for my I.D. I started my acting career by digging in my bag for a good 2 minutes. Then my choked-up words came out telling her I forgot it. She looked at me with disapproval and then at her coworker. They spoke in Spanish for a second and that’s when I knew it was over and we better go before we got in trouble. I just smiled and told her I'd be back….. I didn't plan on ever going back.

My friends and I walked out with pure embarrassment because it was the most humiliating experience ever. As my friends were walking ahead of me I spotted two GROWN, scary men getting out of a truck. I have no idea where my mind was or where my anxiety went but I just asked them if they could get us some bottles. The first one didn’t even understand what I was saying so I said never mind and kept walking. Then, lucky us, his friend was a creep and decided to lend us a helping hand. After 5 minutes of talking with a high-pitched voice and a push-up bra, he said yes. I gave him all our money and the order like I was ordering pizza. Then he went into the store. My friends and I started panic laughing and couldn’t believe it. There was a possibility we were about to get scammed.

We turned the corner waiting for him, and after 10 minutes he came out with two bottles. He handed us the bottles and told us to have fun. I just wanted to die because he was flirting with me and I didn’t want my life to end there so after he turned around to leave we ran to my friend's car. These bitches wouldn’t open the door so we stood there panicking. When they finally opened the door we stayed in the car for a few minutes hoping he didn’t see where we went. When it felt safe we ran back to the back house. I can’t describe the rest of the night because I can’t recall, but I know it was crazy-lit-movie.

In conclusion, in order to achieve this arc of partigirlness, leave just a bit of your self-respect at the door, JUST A LITTLE BIT, and connect your “nunga nungas” to your brain. You can get through life very easily by leading men on, which isn't that hard just make sure to be safe. And if you don't have boobs, I'm sure you have other assets that would draw creepy men to you.

XOXO

- ME XD

#2000s nostalgia #blog #girl blogger #tumblr girls #y2k #2000s #party #partying #funny #story #storytelling

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mychemicalimagines · 1 year

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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 7

Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!

Words: 3,904

A/N: Here’s another chapter! There is one more chapter after this and I hope you enjoy. This is the chapter everyone is waiting for! At least I want to know what you think of this part!! Comments are golden for me!

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Third Person POV

It’s only been about an hour since Olive’s innocent question and the bus has been in complete silence ever since. She had gone back to her music so everyone has been staring out the windows, or in Tyler and Dwayne’s instance, trying not to fall asleep. Now, sitting with both feet on the floor, Dwayne has his head against the window while hers is on his shoulder.

Suddenly, Richard yells out as he slams on the horn.

“Hey! Son of a bitch!”

Dwayne and Tyler look toward the front as Frank speaks up.

“What happened?”

“He cut me off!” He snaps, throwing his hand toward the windshield.

After a second, the horn continues to honk, even though he isn’t touching it. He smacks the wheel slightly, but it continues to make noise. He wiggles the horn and even tries to pull the horn button up but it just makes it louder.

“Just leave it.” Sheryl says, looking over at him.

“It’s stuck or something.” He says before groaning, wanting the loud noise to stop.

Dwayne sits up straighter and leans toward his girlfriend to look past his uncle's head toward his stepfather, confused as to what’s going on. His mother leans over and tries to reach under the steering wheel.

“Maybe if you pull it…”

“Nah, just leave it. We’ll fix it when we get there.” Richard says, smacking the wheel again.

“Okay, fine.” She says, crossing her arms.

Tyler raises an eyebrow and looks up at Dwayne who shakes his head slightly, wrapping an arm around her. Richard takes an exit and continues to drive when a loud siren is heard. He looks into his rearview mirror and groans loudly.

“Oh, Jesus! I’m being pulled over!” He says to his family as the police officer waves to the side. “Here we go. Everyone, pretend everything is normal. Like-like everything’s normal here.”

Richard parks the bus and glances at his family. Dwayne immediately unwraps his arm from around Tyler and takes her hand, knowing she’s gonna be nervous. When the officer approaches the bus, he knocks on the window, the horn continuing to go off every few seconds. He knocks on the window, forcing Richard to roll it down.

“How’re you folks doin’?”

“Fine.” He says nervously as the horn honks slightly. “Sorry!”

“Having trouble with your horn?”

“Huh?” He asks, as the horn blares in his ear. “Oh, yeah, a little.”

“Would you step out of your vehicle?” The Officer asks, stepping back slightly.

Richard glances at his wife before opening the door, stepping onto the gravel below. The family can’t hear what they are saying but the officer has Richard put his hands on the window beside Tyler and Dwayne’s heads. She looks over at him and hears something about ‘Not Illegal’ before the Officer opens up the trunk.

Sheryl’s heart sinks for a moment but the Officer bends over and picks something off the ground that had fallen out.

“Sir, would you come back here?” They all hear.

Tyler turns her head slightly toward Dwayne to be able to hear what the officer is saying but they’re both whispering. The sheet Grandpa is wrapped in is in clear view of the officer but he’s distracted, paying attention to what had fallen out.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bust you.” The officer continues before looking up at the family. “Cute family.”

He waves causing Sheryl to smile slightly as she waves back at him, confused as to what’s going on.

After a few more moments, the officer goes back to his motorcycle and allows Richard to close the trunk after throwing whatever the officer found inside. He gets back into the bus and puts his head down, sighing to himself in relief.

“What happened?” Sheryl asks, watching her husband.

“I’ll tell you when I regain consciousness.” He says, watching the officer drive away. “Frank. Dwayne. Ty. Get out and push.”

Doing as he said, the trio gets out and walks to the back of the bus. Richard starts the vehicle before getting out himself, along with his wife. The five of them start pushing the bus, ready to get back on the road. After a few minutes, after making sure that Olive was listening to her music, Richard begins to tell them what happened.

Turns out, the bag that Frank had given Grandpa the day at the gas station before had porno magazines. The officer found them and thought they were Richard’s. However, in the pile of female magazines was one male porno magazine, belonging to Frank, forcing the officer to think it also belonged to him.

The officer let him get off with a warning to get his horn fixed and let him go. It’s been about an hour since and they are getting closer to the pageant. The horn honks in occasional spurts but everyone has chosen to ignore it, knowing there was nothing they could do until they got back home to Albuquerque.

Tyler is smiling at Dwayne and Olive as she gives him an eye test that she had taken from the hospital earlier that afternoon. She’s pointing at each letter E, allowing him to point his finger up, down or sideways to correspond with the rotation of the E.

“Redondo Beach, 46!” Sheryl says, looking at the sign on the side of the road.

“It’s 2:15. Might be a few minutes late.” Richard says, glancing at his watch as he drives.

“Richard, they said 3:00 sharp. They were very explicit. We can’t cross these people. Trust me.” She says, glancing at him.

“20/20 vision!” Olive tells her brother before calling out to her mother. “Mom! Dwayne has 20/20 vision!”

“I bet he does.” She says, continuing to look for signs.

He smiles softly before glancing down at his girlfriend who playfully claps with her own large smile. He blushes slightly before looking out the window.

“Okay, now I’m going to test if you’re colorblind.” Olive says, pulling out another pamphlet. “What’s the letter in the circle?”

Tyler looks at her to see a large red circle with a green A inside. Dwayne looks at her before shrugging slightly. Tyler can see it perfectly but her boyfriend cannot.

“No, inside the circle.” Olive points toward the paper in her hands. “Right there.”

Frank turns around, looking at his nephew, slightly confused.

“It’s an A.” Tyler says, taking the paper from Olive, trying to point it out to her boyfriend.

“It’s bright green.” Frank says, watching him for a moment.

Dwayne shakes his head again and takes the paper from his girlfriend, trying to look at it closer.

“Can’t you see it?” She whispers, watching him.

He shakes his head slightly, confused on what is supposed to be on this paper.

“Oh, man.” Frank whispers and sighs to himself.

Dwayne hands the pamphlet back to his girlfriend before pulling out his notepad. He scribbles one word down before showing it to his uncle, confused.

‘What?’

“Dwayne, I think you might be colorblind.” He answers, looking down slightly.

He watches him for a moment before shaking the notepad, asking him the question once again. Frank licks his lips and glances toward Tyler, who is just as confused as he is before answering his nephew, sadness lacing his voice.

“You can’t fly jets if you’re colorblind.”

Tyler gasps softly, covering her mouth, shocked by the news that was just laid upon them. All the research, all the training, all the planning that Dwayne had done since he was a child…has all gone down the tubes. Dwayne stares at his uncle for a moment as realization hits him. He drops his notepad onto the seat, thinking for a moment before turning toward the window.

He punches the side of the bus almost as hard as he can, causing his girlfriend to gasp in fright, not knowing he was going to do that. She scoots back to the other side of the seat, running her hands through her hair as her boyfriend continues to punch the side of the bus.

“Okay, we have a little…” Frank starts to say toward Richard and Sheryl. “We have an emergency back here!”

Dwayne turns in his seat even more, putting his back toward his girlfriend and grabs onto the seats before kicking the spot he’s been punching. Tyler squeals slightly, moving as close as she can to the window, causing Frank to get worried for both kids, despite knowing he would never hurt the young girl beside him.

“I think we need to pull over!!”

Sheryl turns completely around, confused as to what’s happening.

“What’s the emergency?!” Richard calls back but Frank continues to yell.

“Pull over!!”

“We’re gonna be…” He starts. “Dwayne just calm down!”

“Dwayne, it’s okay!” Sheryl tries, noticing her son is freaking out, now shaking the seat her brother and daughter are in.

“We’re gonna be late as it is!”

“Richard! Just pull over!” Sheryl snaps, watching her son.

“But!” Richard tries again but Tyler yells toward the front.

“Pull the fuck over! We have an emergency!”

“Okay!” He yells over everyone.

Dwayne starts smacking the top of the seat, freaking out even more.

“Can you get him to pull over?!” Frank yells, worried for his nephew.

Everyone, excluding Dwayne, are yelling over one another, waiting for the vehicle to be pulled over. The young boy is now smacking the roof of the car before turning toward his girlfriend, ready to jump out of the moving vehicle.

“Pull over!” Tyler screams, pushing on her boyfriend’s chest, trying to keep him in the seat.

Frank grabs onto his arm, helping the teenage girl hold him back.

“Just wait one minute.” He says, trying to help her. “Stay seated.”

“This better be good!” Richard yells back before pulling into the breakdown lane beside the highway.

Before they are barely even stopped, the teenage boy jumps over his girlfriend and opens the sliding door. Running down the hill on the side of the road, grabbing at his hair angrily, Dwayne screams as loud as he can.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!” He skids to a stop, still screaming. “Fuck!”

Everyone gets out of the bus, watching as he falls to his knees thirty feet away. He buries his hands and face into the grass, shrieking like a heartbroken animal.

Tyler bites her lip, trying not to cry as she watches her boyfriend sobbing into the grass.

“What happened?” Sheryl asks her brother.

“He’s colorblind. He can’t fly.” He admits, watching his nephew.

“Oh, Jesus. Oh no.” She whispers, running her hands through her hair.

Richard glances at his watch and starts pacing, slightly agitated. He knows this was the boy's dream but they’re been on a time restraint. Not being able to hold back after hearing him sob as he falls to his butt, Tyler starts sliding down the hill, trying to keep her balance. When she gets to the flatter area of the grass, she starts running toward him.

Sliding across the dirt in front of her boyfriend, she immediately wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into her. Knowing it’s her, Dwayne wraps his arms around her waist and starts sobbing into her shoulder. Manerving to her knees, she holds him close, putting her face into his neck.

“It’s okay.” She whispers. “We’ll figure something out.”

He sobs even harder, holding her tightly against him.

“Dwayne…” They hear Sheryl say behind them but neither of them look up. “Honey, I’m sorry.”

He continues to ignore her as he sniffs into his girlfriend’s shoulders. All he wants right now is to hold her and cry, knowing his dreams, besides his future with her, is completely trashed.

“Dwayne, come on. We gotta go.” Sheryl tries again but Dwayne shakes his head.

“I’m not going.” He mumbles loud enough for her to hear.

“Dwayne…”

“I’m not! I don’t care. I’m not getting on that bus again.” He says, sitting back slightly, looking at his girlfriend’s puffy eyes.

“Dwayne, for better or worse, we’re your family…” His mother says but his head snaps toward her.

“You’re not my family.” He says, standing up, leaving Tyler kneeling on the ground behind him. “I don’t want to be your family! I hate you fucking people! I hate you!” He screams, pointing at the group still beside the bus before pointing at them individually. “Divorce! Bankrupt! Suicide! You’re fucking losers! You’re losers!”

He deliberately left out his girlfriend and his sister, knowing they’re the only two people in this group who love and care about him. His mother steps toward him but he shakes his head and holds his hands out, stopping her.

“No. Please. Just leave me here, mom.” He softens his voice, shaking his head with each word. “Please, please, please…”

He turns away from her and sits in front of his girlfriend who is still kneeling down into the grass, biting her lip. He gently pulls her into his arms, holding her close to his chest, needing her comfort. She falls to her butt and wraps her arms around his waist, sitting between his legs.

“Just leave us here…” He mumbles into his girlfriend’s hair.

Sheryl sighs softly and watches them for a second before turning back toward the road. As she walks away, Dwayne sighs softly, his voice cracking again.

“Shit.” He whispers, holding Tyler as close as he can.

“We’ll figure something out.” She whispers, rubbing his back. “If you stay, I stay.”

Making it back to the road, Sheryl runs her fingers through her hair.

“I don’t know what to do….”

“It’s getting late. Can somebody stay here with them?” Richard asks, glancing at his brother-in-law.

“I’ll stay.” Frank says, watching the couple in the grass.

“Oh, that is not happening.” Sheryl shakes her head, turning back toward them.

It’s silent for a second before Richard shakes his head, glancing at his watch.

“Well, uh, I’m just worried about the time and Tyler isn’t helping fast enough.” He mumbles, anxiously.

“You don’t expect his girlfriend to make him pop up after something like that, Richard!” His wife snaps slightly, biting her lip.

“Girlfriend?” He raises an eyebrow before shaking his head. “Forget it. Olive, you wanna try talking to him?”

“No, Richard. There’s nothing to say. We just have to wait.” Sheryl looks at her husband, not knowing her daughter is already climbing down the hill.

Trying not to fall in her cowboy boots, Olive walks down to her brother and his girlfriend. Squatting down next to them, she hesitates for a moment but wraps her arm around his shoulder before leaning her head against him. No one says anything except a small scoff comes from Dwayne. After a minute or two, he kisses Tyler’s head before letting her go.

“Okay…Let’s go.”

Olive stands up first with Dwayne following. He then puts his hands out to help his girlfriend up. Together, the three of them walk back toward the highway. When they make it to the hill, Olive starts slowing down, having a little trouble. Dwayne and Tyler both take one of her hands in their own before picking her up and carrying her to the road.

When Olive rushes to her mother, now safe from the hill, Dwayne looks down at grass, taking his girlfriend’s hand into his.

“I apologize for the things I said. I was upset. I didn’t really mean them.” He says in a monotone voice, disappointed in himself.

His mother sniffles before smiling. “Let’s just go.”

After getting the bus back onto the highway, Dwayne lays down in the back seat, his head on Tyler’s lap.

She starts playing with his hair, looking down at him. He licks his lips and sighs, looking into her eyes. No one says anything, especially not these two. All he can think about is how his future is ruined.

He had everything planned out, even before he asked her out last night.

Ask Tyler out…Check.

Move in with Tyler…

Join the AirForce…

Become a Test Pilot…

Marry Tyler…

Have a few kids…

Retire…

But two of those things are now ruined and it might fuck up the rest of his plans. He’s just praying that Tyler isn’t disappointed in him. Tyler is thinking the complete opposite. She’s thinking of different ways for him to fly. Yes, he wants to be a fighter jet pilot but maybe with his colorblind-ness, he can fly something else.

No matter what he does in their future, she’ll always…always be proud of him. Kissing her hand, she gently taps Dwayne’s forehead causing a small blush to appear on his cheeks. She smiles softly at him and he reaches, taking her hand into his, lacing their fingers on his stomach.

As they get closer to the hotel, everyone but Dwayne and Tyler are freaking out about where the hotel was and the time restraint. Richard is weaving through traffic, trying to make sure not to hit anything as they look for signs.

“2:58!” Frank says, looking at his watch.

“Alright, everyone, look for the exit, okay?” Richard says, looking around the interstate.

“Okay! Here! Here’s the turn off! Turn in here!” Sheryl chants, pointing to the right.

Dwayne sits up next to Tyler, knowing they’re going to be parking soon.

“Okay, can anyone see the Redondo Suites?” Richard asks.

“There!” Olive practically shouts. “There’s the hotel!”

“There it is! There it is, Olive!” He says, smiling back at her.

“Little Miss Sunshine!” She starts chanting excitedly.

“We’re gonna make it! We’re gonna make it!”

She stops chanting and smiles widely, looking out the window. As they drive around a bend, the hotel is in the distance, but they don’t see how to get there. Richard voices the question to his wife, confused. Olive and Sheryl begin to yell over him about passing the building but there was no way over there.

It was a one way street.

“Richard, there’s parking lots on the right!” Frank yells over there, hoping he can hear him.

He in fact does and turns right when the trees open up. They are going to fast at this point and drive straight through a boom gate, breaking it into pieces.

“I can’t slow down! I’m in third gear.” Richard explains to his wife who is freaking out. “Frank? Time?”

“Uh, 2:59!”

In the distance, they can see the hotel and smiles appear on Olive and Richard’s faces.

“It’s a straight shot from here, honey! We’re gonna make it!”

Suddenly, they get to a dead-end, forcing Richard to turn the wheel strictly to the right, making a U turn. Sheryl and Olive start screaming about how they need to turn around and how they made the wrong turn somewhere. From the force of the U turn, Tyler slides hard into Dwayne, not knowing the turn was happening.

He flies into the side of the bus but he grabs onto her, making sure she doesn’t hit her head. Richard, yelling about how he isn’t turning around, continues to make his turn before driving forward through a chain and going over into the sidewalk, making sure not to sit pedestrians. He drives, trying to concentrate when he sees the hotel sign.

“How do we get in there?!”

“There! Right there!” Sheryl points as they drive by.

He immediately drives to the left, making another fast U turn, forcing Dwayne to fall into his girlfriend.

“Hold on! One more!”

He immediately makes another left, driving into the parking lot of the hotel, screeching to a halt. Frank jumps out of his seat and throws up the door, which it slams into the end of the track and derails. The entire door falls off the side of the bus and onto the asphalt. He pays it no mind as he instantly starts sprinting across the parking lot.

He only stops for the automatic doors and follows the signs to the 2nd floor. Richard, Olive and Sheryl take off after him, leaving Dwayne and Tyler in the bus. Frank runs down a hallway and finally makes it to a big carpeted hotel lobby. He looks around breathlessly, bypassing all the little girls wearing poofy dresses and caked in makeup.

He speeds up his walk when he sees a woman beside the registration table.

“Hi, we’re here to register!”

“I’m sorry, we’re closed.” She smirks at him as she puts a couple folders into a box.

“Uh, no. We have the entrant right here.” He says, gesturing to Sheryl and Olive who are panting from their run, smiles on their faces. “We just want to check in.”

“Registration ended at three.” The woman says, looking at him.

“It’s three now.” Sheryl says, looking at her watch.

“No.” She says, smirking as she points to the clock, which reads 3:04.

“Oh, have a heart. We’re four minutes late. We just drove all the way from Albuquerque.” She says, practically begging.

“Then you should have been here by three.” The Official says, walking around, gathering supplies.

“Wait, wait, wait. There must be some way we can work this out. Please.” Richard says, walking around the table as he arrives.

“Everyone else was here before three. I’d be giving an unfair advantage…”

“We’re not asking for an advantage! We just want her to compete!”

“Don’t yell at me, sir.” She glares at him slightly. “I didn’t make you late. We’ve settled on the schedule of the show and we’ve turned off our computers. Our lineup is finalized and I have a hair check to do. I’m sorry you’re late but I can’t help you.”

Richard gently grabs her hand and kneels down on the floor.

“Please.” He begs softly. “You don’t know what we’ve been through…”

“Uh, Ms. Jenkins?” A male voice says. “I can put ‘em into the system.”

“Oh, Kirby, you don’t have to.” She says, pulling her hand from Richard’s.

“No, it’s okay. It’s five minutes.” He shrugs.

“Well, it’s your time.” Ms. Jenkins says before grabbing her box. “Excuse me.”

“Thank you, Kirby.” Frank says, sighing in relief. “Thank you very much.”

“Really, you don’t know what this means.” Sheryl smiles at him.

“Please.” He shakes his head as he boots up the system. “It’s five minutes. I ain’t working for these people next year. These people are crazy. So, what’s your name?”

“Olive.” She smiles.

“That’s a nice name.” He says, typing it into the system.

Sheryl looks up, glancing around for her son to see him and Tyler walking in, holding hands, looking slightly disheveled from the car ride. Before she can speak to him, Olive pulls on her hand.

“Mom! Mom, look! It’s Miss California!”

She looks to where her daughter is pointing to see a pretty woman sitting at a table, signing photos for kids.

“Look! It’s really her!”

“Do you want to say hello?”

Olive nods fast and starts walking over with her mom, who leaves the rest of the checking in to her husband. Tyler glances around at all the kids, nervously.

“Dwayne…” She whispers, causing him to look down at her.

All the kids are practically miniature barbies with expensive clothes and hair. All of them are several inches shorter than Olive, who is in mini shorts and cowboy boots.

“I don’t like this…” She continues her thoughts.

He shakes his head, silently agreeing with her.

“Come on.” Frank says, patting his shoulder as he approaches them.

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The Dating Plan (Part One)

-> Summary: Tonight was supposed to be the last night of Peter and Y/N’s agreement and the ultimate stunt to make his ex, Crystal, jealous. But as everyone said goodbye at their prom, why did it feel harder to say goodbye to something that wasn’t even close to being real?

-> Notes: I tried following the American high school system but as you can see I have no idea what I’m doing. In a universe where the Avengers and X-Men go to the same High School. Reader and Peter’s ages are 18/19 so this is legal. I also made up the ‘Ten Days’ movie mentioned, so if there’s actually one called that about fake dating please please let me know!

-> Word Count: 4.7K

-> Taglist: @quickiesgirl, @xxlangdon, @langdon-cumslut, @sympathyforher, @unlivingdreams, dm comment or put in my inbox if you’d like to be added to my taglist!

I wrote this to celebrate the fact that me and @quickiesgirl are both so awesome! Can you write something where Peter Maximoff and Reader are on a mission and they must fake date each other, but later that night in their hotel room, they share a bed, which leads to some smut? — Okay so I changed up your ask a little bit, it’s not exactly a real mission but it is and also not a hotel room. I tried the hotel room but it just wasn’t giving what needed to be given so… ALSO there is smut at the end.

enjoy babes!

Tonight would be the night. As you stood there in the ball gown that Peter’s mom had kindly bought for you, you knew tonight was the end of your little agreement with him. It was senior prom and Peter’s ex-girlfriend would be also going to the prom after moving away just shy of three months ago, while Peter had planned to make her, like, totally jealous by bringing you.

When the class clown and most popular boy in their highschool had approached you with the scheme a little while ago, maybe a few months or so, you thought it was a prank. I mean who would actually believe it? It was almost ridiculous to work out, but seeing how sad he was post-breakup with Crystal paired with her transferring the Tuesday after the winter ball, on top of you having a crush on him since the fourth grade you couldn’t help but agree.

The two of you were wildly different, and as you ran your hands down the crisp edges of the tailored outfit, you knew and realized you’d be a crease he’d steam out of his life after prom. But hey, at least the weather’s nice, right?

As you were trying your best not to get too nervous, you heard the voice of your beloved fake boyfriend in your mind.

“Hey, Peter,” you said as you adjusted your hair.

“Nearly ready? Can't wait to see my sexy side piece.”

“You know what a so-called sexy side-piece is, right?It’s a side chick, Peter.”

“Whatever. I’m on my way, be ready, my sweets.”

“Save the cheese for when I get there, you clown,” you laugh, hiding your internal groan. How were you able to put up with this for so long? It’s not like he had any genuine feelings for you. “Are you dressed?”

“Yup, you told me I need to be ready to leave in ten minutes.”

“Look at you not messing something up for once!”

“Oh, come on! Not my fault the wind blew away the roses I got you. I spent so much money on them!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have run with them in your hands!” You said, and you opened your mouth to speak, when he cut you off. “Stop distracting me, Y/N. That’s not what I called you for. It’s about… well… It’s about us.”

"Don't tell me Crystal knocked up to your house at the last second of the final hour before prom to ask for you back… "

"What?! I told you, I'm totally over her! This is just to rub it in her face…"

“Sure, sure.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible, Y/N.”

“You love it, though,” you say, fixing the watch on your wrist.

He’d groan, halfway between frustration and amusement. “This is serious! I heard from Wanda that Crystal and her date, Natasha, are planning a totally OTT entrance, so I made an arrangement and we’re not doing the limo anymore.”

“Uhh…okay? Pretty sure you can’t carry all of us so how are we gonna get there quickly?”

“So first of all I asked Vis, and Wanda was all like,” he cleared his throat, pitching his voice up, mimicking his sister. “Peter leave him alone, he's a cyborg, not a transformer!”

“I mean she’s kinda got a point there.”

“Anyways! The rest of the group are showing up in a limo and we’ll arrive in a magical carriage pulled by horses!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me… What are you? Five years old?”

Peter groaned from his bedroom again. “No, Y/N! This is my last hurrah at this school, I’m not just gonna leave it entering like everyone else. We’re going to be there in 15, be ready to be picked up and I’ll be your Prince Charming, alright?”

“Fine. Whatever you say, M’Lord.”

Peter would abruptly leave your thoughts as he fixed his own hair. He cleaned up quite nicely when he put a bit of effort in, as you would remind him countlessly throughout the night. And he hoped you would be able to drive Crystal a bit jealous by your appearance, even when you were in a hoodie and joggers, Crystal couldn’t hold out a candle to you in Peter’s eyes.

The horses clip-clopped and trotted slowly up the driveway to the venue. This was the most extra thing Peter had ever planned, and that was including when he egged the principal, Mr Xavier’s car for switching him out of your class towards the end of the first semester.

“I’m so excited,” you said, eagerly watching people begin to get their phones out to capture the moment. “It’s almost time, Peter. Just look like you’re in love with me.”

Letting out a sigh louder than intended, Peter would take your chin in his hands, watching as you flashed him a confused look before you remembered people were watching.

“My darling dearest… my dove… my schmoopsie poo. The Salt to my Pepper…” He said mockingly, amping up the cheese as much as he could as your eyes flickered to hide your inner dread for the night ahead.

“You make me siiiiick,” you muttered in a sarcastic sing-song tone.

“The feelings mutuuuaaal,” he cooed back, giving you an Eskimo kiss, and you scrunched your nose up in reply. You looked adorable.

The carriage finally stopped, a plethora of students watching in shock and awe as you and Peter stepped out from the carriage. You blinked in the bright lights as you stepped out, dressed to the nines in a gown similar to Cinderella’s. As rehearsed countless times you dramatically lose your slipper, the reflective heel falling a couple of feet away.

On cue, Peter got down on one knee and retrieved the heel, taking your calf in his right hand to slip the shoe back on your foot with his left. He smiled his dopey grin at you before getting to his feet, and you let out a scream as he picks you up in his arms, bridal style, and carries you into the venue to the sound of others cheering for their favourite couple. Their favourite not-so-real couple.

All eyes are on you and Peter as you enter the venue, cameras flashed all around them, but soon your attention would be taken up a notch by Jean Grey. The over the top journalist hopeful slash interviewer ‘extraordinaire’ who was the student editor of the newspaper. And her boyfriend, Scott, who was the cameraman.

"Oh. Em. GEE! Peter! Y/N! Can we please get a recording for the TV?! It'll be super quick, I promise!"

You sighed, but then as Peter took a hold of her shoulder, a cheeky grin spread on your face.

"Sure, Jean. Fire away!"

"Really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you! It means the absolute wo-"

“That means a lot that you think that of us, hon, but can we please get our interview now?” You said, not wanting to sound impatient, but it slipped through. And you knew it did because Peter nudged your side as your camera ready smile fell for a second.

"Oops! Sorry, I totally blanked! Scott, quick!"

Her date and camera guy, Scott, raised his iPhone so that she could quickly interview you and Peter.

"Oh my gosh, hi besties! We are live, here at Xavier High's Class of 1991’s senior prom, and Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Maximoff just made THE entrance when they showed up in a pumpkin carriage like in Cinderella! These guys have been the best couple in the whole school since they got together, and tonight's entrance just might've been the cherry on top of our crazy last year together! So, Pete, tell me: how much does it mean that Y/N is your date tonight?! I mean, after all, we always thought your date to prom would end up being Crys—”

"I'm ready to have a great time with Y/N! She’s such a fluffy little peach, sometimes I don't know if I want to snog the face off her or… well… yeah that’s about it,” he chuckled.

You’d perfected your fake laugh, a natural blush flushing on your face as you thought of the most embarrassing thing you could to get your cheeks to flush.

"And y'know, I honestly don't think she'd regret it if she did either! After all, I’ve been told I’m the best kisser in school,” he'd say, winking to the camera.

"No one says that," you said, panic clear as day in your eyes. "Is that good enough?" You said, raising your eyebrows. Before Jean could respond, you took Peter’s hand and began to drag him away, before Peter turned back to the camera one last time as you two walked off.

"Shout out to the hottest, most sexy couple in school, by the way! Can you be a legend and check out how many followers our couples' page for the newspaper has?!"

The girl quickly retrieved her notepad, checking her statistics. "Oh for fuck sake... 69… Peter!"

Scott and Peter would share a look with each other.

"Nice!" Both boys exclaimed, laughing.

"Byeeee, have a nice night, you guys!" You, pulling Peter even harder as you rushed yourselves away from the couple. Once you’d broken away from the crowd and made it to a secluded section of the posh looking building, you released his hand and your eyes bulged with annoyance.

"What the hell were you doing back there?!"

"I was doing what I was always do... having a good time!"

"It was stupid, don't do it again. You could have flashed me!”

Peter rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore that comment.

"By the way,” you started. “We never worked out what I get out of the agreement, did we?"

"Are you kidding me? You got to show up to prom looking like a princess! You got to skip lunch with us for months and we took you to my favourite cafes and stores... oh, and not to mention, I convinced Felix Krazken to stop bothering you!" He recalled, it wasn’t like him to get pissed off, but this, this did just that.

“Listen, just pull it together, Maximoff! Both of us are to pull no more stunts! We're just going to wait, mingle, have some dinner or something and wait for Natasha to totally flop when it comes to trying to upstage you. Sounds good?"

"Your wish is my command," he muttered, as you lead him towards the group.

Soon before long, your “happy” couple arrived towards your table, where Peter’s friends, Jubilee and Ororo waited with their dates, Hank and Logan.

"Oh my gosh! You two look amazing," Jubilee said, her face lighting up seeing you and Peter. "That was quite the entrance!"

“Everyone was looking right at both of you!” Ororo exclaimed, holding onto Logan’s hand.

“Thanks, girls," Peter said, sitting down next to you, resting his hands in his lap. “You know I want the rundown. What's the latest on Natasha? Any sign of her?!"

"I've been looking for the last hour.” Jubilee exclaimed. “She's been gone completely since four o’clock! It's so unlike her! She’s always parading around town showing off her face.”

"Maybe she's not making a grand entrance after all?" Ororo offered, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course she is," you scoffed, crossing your arms. "She just wants it to be a surprise. As if whatever she could come up with would be worth all the mystery." You breathed out, rubbing your temples. "All this snake watching has got me famished. Have you guys ordered yet?"

"Not yet," Hank chimed in. "We were waiting for you two!"

"My man!" Peter said, bumping fists with him. Hank and Peter got on because they were both a little odd compared to the rest of your usual friends. "Whattaya think, babycakes? Should we order shit fish dish #1 or shit fish dish #2?”

"It's not shit, it's called class. Not that you’d know anything about it," you corrected, and he laughed along. "But I'm feeling something light tonight. Leave some room for fruit punch and whatever we sweat out on the dance floor?"

"Another frilly salad? I know your stomach's aching for some real food."

"Sorry, P, but not all of us can eat like five-year-olds and not look worse for it. And as a matter of fact Twinkies don’t count as real food. Now, would you be a gent and get the server's attention?"

"Will do!"

Peter then took a hold of a drink glass next to him and unravelled his silverware, retrieving a spoon and banging it loudly against the glass!

"CAN WE GET SOME SERVICE OVER HERE PLEASE?!"

"No, not like that!" You shouted, mortified as Peter and Logan laughed. Even despite his best attempts, Hank let out a little chuckle, too. Noticing everyone watching you, you put on your best smile as you resisted the urge to yank Peter by the ear and throw him across the ballroom. “At least I said please!”

Taken aback, a server slowly made his way over to the table.

"Seems like it worked out!" Peter joked, a Cheshire grin directed at you, and your eyes widened.

"PETER, babes! Oh Em Gee! You will not believe what Crystal’s date, Natasha, just posted on the newsfeed," Jubilee said, nodding to Jean who had more than likely been in her thoughts keeping her updated. “Jean, please go into Y/N’s mind and give her a rundown.”

“Hello to the happy couple! Natasha’s makeup was destroyed by her tears and she said that she feels like shit and she just wants Crystal back! I think they broke up! On prom night!”

"Is she taking the fucking piss or..." you said, all of your features raised in shock. “Fuck, okay thanks Jean.”

You wouldn't have to wait much longer. Around the entrance, nosey prom goers would hoard around the entrance doors like there'd been a murder. As you and Jubilee hurried towards the commotion, a sullen Natasha had entered in a huff, her entire body shaking as she entered alone with Crystal nowhere in sight.

"No... no! This can't be happening!? My— Our plan..!" You crossed your arms and began to pace about as Peter walked up to you.

"Everything alright?"

"Natasha showed up without Crystal," you replied.

“She what?! Oh my god. I’m glad I’m not the only one she fucked over.”

You smile weakly. “I just feel bad for you, Pete…” You said, and soon a wide grin spread across his face. “What?”

“You called me Pete. You’ve never given me a nickname before!”

“And you didn’t let me finish, Peter,” you huffed.

After a moment of silence he finally spoke again. "Look, I know not everything is going how we both wanted, but we both have really hot dates, after all."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Don't do that."

"...do what?"

"Make sense. You're cuter when you're annoying and I can yell at you.”

Without any explanation, you walked off in a huff and Peter was left with a confused look on his face. Cute? Hot date? Was he just hearing things?

The dance was in full swing as everyone had finished their meals and made their way out onto the dance floor, fun vibes all around as purple, blue and pink lights danced around the ballroom. You had completely lost yourself in the rhythm, as you and Peter danced about with the rest of the squad. In this environment, it was easy to forget all that had gone wrong during highschool. Just to be there, present in the moment, for one last hurrah before you all went your separate ways.

It was good seeing you like this. Peter hated to admit it, but there would be few moments in the 'relationship' where you were a proper legend. There'd be moments where you were carefree, supportive of your friends, lovely to his sisters... It was mental... but it was the kind of mental that made him look forward to the next interaction where you would ramble on about your hopes, dreams and achievements. He had fun pushing your buttons. He felt like he learned a little bit more about people from being with you, you weren’t the girl that Peter thought you were. You were a beautiful, complicated mess. And that’s what he liked about you the most; and the fact that you were not perfect didn’t stop Peter from thinking you were perfect… Perfect to him. But once the clock struck midnight, his princess would disappear.

But that's what you both agreed. He couldn't be annoyed with that. If anything, he'd lucked out by not having to have an awkward interaction with Crystal and Natasha.

You broke away from the group, a bit winded after a few songs' worth of dancing. Peter followed you over to the table, as you parted a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Dead already? I thought this was your moment; surely you have more stamina than that," Peter teased.

"It's called giving it a rest. Something you obviously wouldn't know anything about," you teased back, sipping from your glass of ice cold water. "Besides, other than Money Money Money and Smells Like Teen Spirit, these songs are a bit shit. I dunno what this DJ was thinking."

"Yeah, they're not the greatest. I feel like you either get the DJ's that play exactly what we want to hear or play songs that they like regardless of what the event is," Peter replied. “And these vibes are not it.”

He looked over as your chin fell in the palm of your hand, your face showing that you were clearly lost in thought. "What's on your mind, peach?"

"Everything," you replied, shaking your head. "I'm just a bit shaken up. Like what was this all for, then? This thing I made you go through because this was all my idea to get back at Crystal for you. There was no payoff. Just months lost dragging you along when you could've been off finishing school with your weird friends and I could've been with mine."

"You think Jubs and Hank aren’t weird?"

"Fair," you scoffed. "But you know what I mean, right?"

"Yeah, I get you, but for what it's worth... I had fun being your fake boyfriend. Even if most of it was taking the piss, it wasn't all bad, right?”

"That's good, then," you said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “Yeah it wasn’t all bad, Speedy. You’re a good kid and I’m glad I got to be your fake girlfriend.”

"Now that it's... over, I guess," Peter chuckled. "Can you tell me: why did you offer to help me?"

You stifled a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand for a second. You only had one shot at it, one shot to get this right and not muck it up like Scott did the first time he tried confessing to Jean.

"You really wanna know why?"

"Yes, I do!"

You sighed, hands shaking and your stomach bundling with nerves, and Peter raised his perfect eyebrows at you waiting for you to say what you wanted to. “I… Um… I just wanted to know what it was like getting a piggyback from the fastest man alive.” Oh for FUCK SAKE, you blew it agai—

“I can tell that’s not the real reason. And what do you mean? I haven’t even given you one yet!” He chuckled, brushing his fingers against your arm as he caught a couple staring at the both of you, wanting to make it seem like you two were flirting, but goosebumps prickled in his fingers’ wake on your arm.

"Oh fiiiine! I was watching a movie with Wanda the day before you asked for my help and it was about this girl who wanted to make this guy’s ex-girlfriend jealous so they ended up fake dating for months until... Y’know…”

You both laughed, Peter shaking his head.

"Ten Days, right? And the guy’s name is Peter, right? And he and Liv—in’ La Vida Loca end up together in the end, don't they? We could be like them!"

"Isn’t her name not Olivia? And fuck off," you jokingly dismissed, but inside you were screaming like a little girl who got to meet A-ha! or George Michael. "Nah, it wasn't that. With the way you always are in class, I wanted to see how you'd be like if people gave you more attention without you having to do anything for it. And turns out, you weren't doing it for attention... that's literally just you," you said. "As I've had the privilege of getting to find out looking forward to tonight..."

"I know you've treasured every second," Peter joked back.

"Are you really not going to university or college? At all?"

"Why would you care about that?"

"Because, [sibling/cousin’s name] told me before she went off to college that I couldn't be some bum bitch who peaked in high school. That's why no matter how much extra shit I've pulled off, I've always made sure that my friends were good and working towards goals so that our friendships would be lifelong, not just for right now."

"You’re saying we're friends?"

"Peter..." you groaned, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Yes, I'm saying we're friends. On the condition that you figure out what to do with your future!"

"Uh, well… um, I brought up becoming a teacher to my mom, but she doesn't know how we're going to deal with cost, so… I guess that I—"

"Don't worry about it," you replied. "When we go back to my place for the after party, talk to my [parent/legal guardian]. I'm sure they would be happy enough to help you out. They love you, after all, more than they love me sometimes!”

Peter’s eyes bulged.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! I love helping my friends no matter what."

"Y/N... why are you doing this?"

"A ‘thank you, Y/N’ would be nice, too, y'know," you laughed. "And it's because I'm the best fake girlfriend ever. Duh!”

The song would change to "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" and Jubilee and Jean rushed towards Peter, pulling him up.

"Shit, get up!" You and Peter screamed in unison, as everyone knew this was his song. He pulled you up by the hand and lead him to the dance floor, with you being left to think over what the fuck was happening.

The night was winding down, as Peter and Wanda had been named prom king and prom queen (Peter wanted to be Prom Queen so he got the tiara) and everyone was mingling and taking photographs. You were happy that the twins won so neither would be fighting over it that evening. You left Peter on his own for a while so that he could catch up with his friends, as Steve and Wanda chatted to him while helping themselves to another plate full of snacks.

"I can't believe Nat left off after like the first song," Wanda recounted, still not being able to wrap her head around it. "You'd think she'd have stayed about to talk to people! I mean, she is single, after all!"

Don’t sweat it, sis, I’m sure your cyborg boyfriend won’t mind you flirting with people behind his back.

"If anyone out of us were to pull a hot girl, it would be Peter. But good luck," Steve would chuckle, chewing on a sausage roll. "Are you going to her house after this?"

"Man, stop," Peter said, punching his arm. "I am, but it's just so people don't get suspicious. Thank you guys for keeping so tight-lipped about this stuff. Can't believe it even lasted as long as it did."

"We've always got your back, Pete. Besides, had we even told anyone they just would've thought we were jealous of you or something like that. But is that all it is? Still?"

"Huh?”

"The whole fake part,” James, or Bucky as they all called him, chimed in. “Like... I dunno. If I only wanted someone to come to the dance with me, I'd tell them to fuck off afterward and just go about my business. It's not like we're going to see each other that much after this, anyhow."

It was an element he'd thought of. Not a lot, but an idea that did cross his mind once or twice. But Bucky was just chatting shit and stirring the pot. He didn't know you like Peter did.

"I should get back to her, she’ll think I did a… runner. Ha! Get it?," Peter said, laughing as he got up from the table.

"See ya, Pete,” Steve said, shaking his head as he chuckled at Peter’s stupid joke under his breath. Bucky and Wanda shared a look as they watched Peter walk off.

Soon before long, Peter found himself at your table again, as Jubilee, Hank, Logan and Ororo were mingling amongst themselves. The gleam of bling from your bracelets shone bright from beneath the light of the ballroom, as you turned your head once Peter pulled out his chair to sit down next to you.

"There you are," you said, sighing as you looked at the rest of the group. "Are we ready to make our exit? I'm ready to have some actual fun now."

"What? But the dance isn't over for a whole 'nother hour," Peter whined.

"You know the rules, Pete: show up late, leave early. It's how all the important guests do it," you joked as you stood up.

The group began to get up, and Peter followed suit, dejected, just behind the rest of the group, not wanting to leave. However, as you began to head out, "I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You" by Elvis Presley began to play. All the single ladies (and men) in school had fled the dance floor and left just the couples, which caused Jubilee to squeal.

"Oh my gosh, Peter, Y/N, you guys have to dance to this before we go!"

"Jub…" You began to object, before she pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeease! Come on, Y/N, it's prom!"

"Fine. Just this last dance, and we're going," you sighed, looking at Peter. His eyes anxiously widened as you took him by the hand out to the dance floor, Jubilee and the others cheering on from afar.

"Wow, I didn’t know you could dance!" You chuckled as he waltzed you slowly around, dipping you low, your noses almost touching, lips just barely an inch apart.

He held you close, his hand on the small of your back as he stood you back up, lifting his arm and twirling you around. You looked just like a princess, and he couldn’t believe that he was the one dancing with you. Not Steve, not Bucky, not Peter Parker. Him.

You noticed his bottom lip beginning to quiver and you asked him what was wrong. "Sorry," he replied, a dejected tone in his voice. There was a noticeable softening in his expression.

"What's the matter? Don't say you've gone all melty on me now," You joked, looking at Peter. His silence continued. "Pete…?"

The words felt like they weighed a million pounds, sandwiched in his throat, and he was unable to spit them out. Peter sighed. He just couldn't bring himself to say it.

“What is it? Is everything okay? Do you need a sit down? Some water? Some snacks?”

He sighed. “ I- I can’t do this anymore.”

"But, Peter, you said..."

He rested a hand on your shoulder. "Our deal's over after this. One last dance. I don't want to owe you anything else."

"Oh... uh, okay then," you replied, completely taken aback by his demeanor. What changed in the last few minutes? This wasn’t the Peter you knew and loved.

Wait a minute— Loved?

The song was on its final chorus, as you looked Peter in the eyes, your gaze purposely intense and full of care.

"I know you're going to find someone even better than her… Better than me when we break the agreement... Someone who comes into this crazy world of yours and makes it that much bigger and that much more amazing."

The song would transition out to something a little more lively, as Peter gave a cheeky smile.

"Thanks for the dance, Y/N. I really do appreciate it."

Without a word further, he walked away from you and towards the exit without the others.

smut will be in P2 (final part) which will be up as soon as i finish writing it. i left it on a cliffhanger cause you know i had to do it to ‘em ;)

read part two here <3

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#i still don’t feel he’s genuine and he’s been stringing kat along but i did snog his ass in the loo since i felt like it lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

Gary Rennell as a Dad

Gaz is adorable to imagine as a dad. I can’t deny how great of a father he’d be. I do see Gary having a big family, but for this post, he’s going to have three kids.

❤️ Gary is a nervous wreck while waiting for his kids to be born. He is constantly pacing back and forth, asking nurses and doctors the most ridiculous things, experiencing every emotion imaginable. It’s more of a rough time for him than the mom. And, yes, he most definitely fainted at the birth of his first child.

❤️ This is one of the most interactive dad’s there is. He has formula stains on himself, can change a diaper with his eyes closed, knows every song to every children’s show, has the babies down for sleep in less than five minutes. You name it, he’s mastered it.

❤️ Gary as a girl dad is such a sweet sight. He took on the role as the honorary tea party host. Complete with pink boa, tiara, and pink heels. If you don’t believe this little girl doesn’t have Gary wrapped around her little finger, you’re crazy. She asks him to jump and he asks how high.

❤️ Gary as a boy dad is something he was quite scared of at first. Since he didn’t have his dad around, he treats his son how he wished his dad would have treated him. Similarly to his daughter(s), this little boy is the sparkle in Gary’s eye.

❤️ Yes, Chelsea decorated the kids’ nurseries/rooms. Yes, Lottie also babysits when no one else is available. Yes, Noah is their full-time babysitter, other than Nan on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

❤️ The first time he brought his kids to work, he got up in his crane with them, and asked someone to take their picture. That is the picture he has in his wallet: his kids and him inside cranes. It fills his heart with so much love.

❤️ Do not go to Gary if you: have a cut and are bleeding, broke a bone, just threw up, etc. He will not only gag, but potentially pass out. He can’t handle bodily fluids like that. The only part of parenting he hates.

❤️ Nan babysits every Tuesday and Thursday. The kids absolute love going to Nan’s house. It’s still tradition even as they grow up to spend the night there twice a week. Gary doesn’t even have to ask, they just want to go.

❤️ Gary’s son’s first words were “oi, oi.”

❤️ Just like Bruno, Gary is a loud and proud dad. He is clapping the loudest, hollering the loudest, front and center for all the pictures and videos. This man knows the weekly schedule for the family.

❤️ Dating Gary’s children consists of: acts of intimidation that turn cringe (for his daughters), embarrassing stories, inappropriate jokes, and curfew being upped an hour. He’s a lot more chill about it than some may think.

❤️ The family has two dogs, two cats, a rabbit and a hamster.

❤️ Gary is the type of dad that you can go to him with anything and he will do everything he can to help you. Flunked a class? He knows you tried, and will reassure you that you didn’t disappoint him. Have a bully? He had them too and he will get them to stop, even if he has to scare them stupid. Broke something valuable? He can fix it or replace it. Got dumped? He’ll remind you of your worth and help you heal.

❤️ Christmas is a big day for everyone, but it is a HUGE day in the Rennell household. They all have matching pajamas, they watch Christmas movies before bed on Christmas Eve, and Gary is in charge of eating the cookies and milk that the kids left out. He even takes their letters to Santa and replaces them with one he wrote as Santa. For Christmas Day, they go to Nan’s and have a big dinner with everyone in the family. This family’s Christmas/Holiday cards are A+ every single year! 🎄

Thank you, @future-mrs-suresh, for recommending him! I hope the Gary stans enjoy this. You know I had to throw in a crane picture in for Gaz. 😉

95 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

Oliver as a Dad

I feel like if there was ever a more patient and nurturing man, it would be Oliver. As a father, that shines through. I do not see him having a huge family (like Bruno, James, Jake, Gary, Bobby). One to two kids would be his ideal family size. His first born is a girl and his second is a boy.

🌺 When his two kids were born, Oliver didn’t sob, but he did cry. He was almost scared to touch them because they were so small compared to him. He was scared he’d break them. But once they looked up into his eyes, he was smitten. No love could ever compare to the love he has for his children.

🌺 Oliver as a girl dad is incredibly sweet. He tries to be strong with her, but she is so much like him that he can’t resist when she gives him her big brown eyes. He sees so much of himself in her. She has all of his mannerisms and quirks. She is Oliver’s little twin.

🌺 Oliver as a boy dad is energetic! His son keeps him on his toes, and always pushing boundaries. You’d think his daughter would be that way, but no, his son is his complete opposite. He’s always getting into something. Cannot leave him alone for a second! Dandelion gets exhausted being his partner in crime.

🌺 He loves reading bedtime stories!

🌺 Breakfast is a busy time in this household. Food cooking, people rushing around, it gets crazy. Oliver likes to be the one cooking. He makes breakfast every single morning before work and school. Includes little pictures he drew in the kids’ lunch boxes, too.

🌺 Dandelion rotates sleeping in the kids’ rooms. She likes to check up on them through the night. She’s their cat-mom. And she is insanely protective of them. No one messes with her human babies. 🐈

🌺 Oliver actually gets along with his kids as teenagers. He’s laid back and pretty easy-going. He knows when to give them space. He’s not quite up on a lot of the trends, in which case his kids will kindly educate him.

🌺 His daughter’s friends have crushes on him and his son’s friends are intimidated by him (at first). He thinks it’s funny.

🌺 Oliver is Southeast Asian, so he loves to teach his kids all about his culture. He’s very proud of that. He likes to make a traditional dish a few times a week for dinner, and invite his nan over. He’s very close with her.

🌺 As a tattoo artist, Oliver’s kids have been hanging out at the shop since they were newborns. His daughter actually wants to follow in his footsteps, and would love to be his apprentice. She’s insanely gifted at art and can draw anything that pops into her head. Her specialty is portraits. Oliver’s proud to teach her everything he knows. His son would “rather die than work here…” (actual quote from him).

🌺 Bruno got his first tattoo by Oliver, and they frequently hang out at each other’s houses. Their families are pretty close. Every now and then Will and Kobi hangs out with them, too.

🌺 Oliver’s parenting style is just vibing and going with the flow. He has raised his kids to be genuinely good people. He is a proud father, and encourages them daily to chase their dreams. No matter what happens in life, he will always stand right beside his children and guide them. He melts my heart so much.

I haven’t played Oliver’s route, so please don’t attack me if things are wrong! I hope all the Oliver stans enjoy some wholesome dad content. Thank you, @libelle949, for recommending him! If you want some spicy NSFW HC’s on Ollie, Suzi has some for him here. 🖤

97 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

Bobby McKenzie as a Dad

Omg this is one of my favorites! Bobby as a dad gives me brain rot. Fatherhood was meant for Bobby. I wanted to save him for last but I couldn’t wait. I finally finished this

Note: Please don’t attack me if we have differing opinions. Be respectful or don’t interact.

🧁 It was a rollercoaster ride for Bobby when his kids were born. He definitely tried to get the mom, nurses, and doctors to laugh while putting on the gown, gloves, mask, and wrapping a stethoscope around his neck. He may have tried to lighten the mood but inside he was a nervous wreck. Bobby’s a crier. He sobbed for each birth. Full on ugly crying.

🧁 Bobby wants a lot of kids, I’d say about 3-4, if not more than that. It doesn’t matter if they’re all girls, all boys, even number of both, odd number of both, he’s happy regardless. A baby around his chest, a toddler wrapped around his left leg, a seven year old putting icing on the fresh cupcakes out of the oven—that sort of chaos is Bobby’s bliss.

🧁 All of Bobby’s kids inherited his pretty freckles.

🧁 There’s no Bobby as a girl dad or a boy dad—he’s the same dad to all his kids: energetic, lovable, silly, and supportive. He’s just happy to be a dad. Period.

🧁 Bobby is the child-at-heart type of father. The type of father that loves to see his kids use their imagination, their creativity. The type of father that doesn’t see “weird” or “eccentric” kids. He sees children being children. He may be an adult, but his childlike sense of wonder and curiosity still flows through his veins.

🧁 Bobby’s eldest daughter’s named Paisley.

🧁 Chelsea designed the nurseries. Bobby helped a lot with ideas and quirks. They’re an amazing interior design team and Bobby thinks he may have a future in it if his bakery fails (it won’t).

🧁 Bobby has no problem at all checking on the baby during the night. He knows the drill. Even if he gets home late, even if he has to be up in three hours. He’s making sure his children are alright.

🧁 He named cupcakes after his children at his bakery.

🧁 Nap time isn’t just for kids in the McKenzie house. Bobby likes to join in because it gives him an excuse to watch cartoons and nap.

🧁 Bobby calls Gary a lot asking him for advice, telling him what curse word he taught his toddler to say, planning their next “dad’s day”, etc. They were best mates in the villa and it remained the same outside the villa. If they’re not texting, they’re FaceTiming.

🧁 You’re insane if you think each of his kids don’t get their own unique boops from him, complete with sounds.

🧁 Bobby makes all the kids’ lunches every day before school. Something different every day, too. Complete with a cupcake/cookie and a smiley face Post-It note from dad.

🧁 There’s always some kind of music playing in this house at all times, the genre varies from day to day.

🧁 Bobby sings “You Are My Sunshine” to his kids. With a guitar or without.

🧁 Bedtime stories are reserved only for Bobby. Sometimes he’ll read their favorite books, sometimes he makes the story up on the spot. But his favorite story to tell is “The Adventures of LongBob Cupcake.” He tells the kids that it’s based on true events.

🧁 The McKenzie’s (including his parents and sister) do go to Jamaica, once a year, to visit Bobby’s nan. Everyone looks forward to it.

🧁 Bobby never gets mad at his kids for throwing parties while he’s gone. All he cares about is the kitchen not getting trashed.

🧁 Bobby’s another loud and proud dad that attends every single activity for his kids. Definitely can hear him shouting over all the other dads, and he’s always front row center when taking videos. His social media accounts are flooded with his kids’ things.

🧁 Gary, Rahim, and Noah still hang out with Bobby. Bobby loves when everyone comes to visit because it gives him an excuse to bake and to try new recipes out on them. Gary eats anything, so really he tests the recipes on Rahim and Noah.

🧁 Bobby is the father that every kid dreams of having. He’s so loving, so accepting, so supportive of his children. He is never NOT proud of them.

There are so many Bobby pages on here that are amazing, but one in particular sticks out the most: @ravenadottir (currently on hiatus), and it can be found here. There’s all sorts of information/route guides/headcanons for Bobby. She even has an amazing fic for him as well (Paisley Cuddle is a must-read if you haven’t yet). 🖤

107 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

Lucas Koh as a Dad

Hear me out…

This one is hard for me because I’m one of those who can’t see him as a father. Yes, it’s canon that he doesn’t want kids. So I’m going to step out of my comfort zone to deliver.

The only way he would become a father, or even entertain the idea of being a father, would be if he found the right person first. It would take years and years of begging and pleading for him to agree. Or a divine miracle. That being said, if he becomes a father, he’s only having one child, and it will be a girl. A son would trigger his trauma with his own father, and it would make him a cold and distant father. If he chose to even stay in his life, but that’s a different story for a different day.

🖤 Trust me, they already know it’s a girl. Lucas knows the entire process and what it entails. He’s going to go through it with ease. He’s going to be reluctant to hold her because, frankly, he’ll be scared. So many emotions will be going through him, but he’ll be calm and collected on the outside.

🖤 There is no one on Earth that will be more protective of his child than Lucas Koh. I mean that man will know where his daughter is, who’s with her, what’s going on with her, at all times. He will have a hawk’s eye on her.

🖤 Lucas may not always be the one getting up to change or feed her. In fact, I do see him considering a full-time live-in nanny.

🖤 The more that the reality sets in, he will become more in tune with fatherhood. It will scare him to death. He’ll constantly need reassurance. He knows he can provide financially for her, but he’s more scared of providing emotionally to his daughter.

🖤 If you think he’s going to be the type of dad to play dress-up or dollhouse, I’m sorry but that isn’t him. If she wants to play doctor, though, that’s more his thing. That’ll include him explaining what the tools are for. She won’t understand him but continue playing.

🖤 It’s true this little girl will have everything she could ever dream of: the sun, the moon, and every star. However, she will be used to hearing the word “no” sometimes. The last thing Lucas wants is a bratty child.

🖤 You know how parents go all out for their kids’ first birthday? Lucas will have the most exquisite, most lavish party for his daughter.

🖤 Lucas will regularly attend therapy. Having a child really made him think about his past. He doesn’t want his daughter hating him or resenting him later on, so he wants to work on healing his trauma so he doesn’t repeat it.

🖤 This is really random but I can also see his daughter being extremely beautiful. Even as a newborn. She’ll be one of those adorable little girls with pretty, long, straight hair. The older she gets, the more she resembles Lucas.

🖤 When it comes to her education, Lucas will have her enrolled in the most top notch school around. If there is one thing he’s strict on it’s her grades. He wants her to have an education before anything else. He wants her to be successful. I can definitely see him enrolling her in boarding school.

🖤 Dating will be forbidden until she moves out on her own. In his house her education comes before dating. Lucas isn’t stupid—he knows she’s beautiful and her peers know it too. If she does sneak around and date, without Lucas knowing, well, let’s hope she doesn’t get caught. Yikes.

🖤 I don’t see him always attending her events or activities because of his work schedule. He does try. He really does. Sometimes he just can’t get out of it.

🖤 Once a week, Lucas takes his daughter out to any restaurant of her choice. They order the same thing and sit at the same table. After eating, they go shopping or any activity that she wants to do. He enjoys one-on-one time with her. He enjoys making memories that will have a big impact on her.

🖤 Becoming a father has made Lucas grow as a man. Will he have fights with his daughter? Absolutely. He knows that. Instead of being passive-aggressive, like he usually is, he’s the first one to apologize. Especially if he overreacted. She is far more important to him than holding a grudge.

🖤 It may have been a long journey, but eventually Lucas will learn that he is capable of loving another human as deeply as he does his daughter. The fear of making a mistake will never leave him entirely, it’ll always be there. Every father has it, and Lucas knows it’s okay. He may not be the type of father that Bruno, or Gary, is but that doesn’t mean he loves his daughter any less. Lucas is the type of father who teaches structure and discipline. She knows she is loved, and wanted.

Okay, anon, I hope you enjoy this! It was a wild ride. I hope the Lucas stans enjoy this! 🥹

115 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

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Bruno Kaminski as a Dad

🤍 No matter how many children he has, Bruno will sob at every single one of their births. He will be an emotional wreck, yet so very proud. He will drop his phone on (at least) one of his kids while taking pictures of them as a newborn. Nothing too damaging, it won’t leave a mark.

🤍 Because of working late, Bruno does enjoy sleeping in, but since becoming a dad he’s happy to be the one to wake the baby up in the mornings. He sings their favorite song while opening the curtains, and he always asks if they had a good sleep. They reply only in babbles, but Bruno understands perfectly.

🤍 Bruno as a girl dad—he’s letting her pick out her own outfits and hair styles. He opts for the easy, and his personal favorite: pigtails with bows, but if she just wants to leave it down then he’s good with that too. He likes to let her be independent and make her own choices. Bruno is definitely all about Girl Power. Just seeing him as a girl dad makes my heart so full.

🤍 If Bruno has a son, that little boy will be his twin. I can’t unsee it. I honestly love that for Bruno since he grew up with all sisters. The bond they’ll have will be unlike any other, and I honestly want to cry thinking about it.

🤍 Bruno’s a baby at heart, so think of him as an extra toddler running around the house. He’s definitely a Labrador Retriever puppy with his kids. And my heart will explode from the cuteness.

🤍 Yes, he watches his kids sleep and makes sure they are breathing during the night.

🤍 Learning to talk is fun because of his Scouse accent. He teaches his kids bad words in Polish, too. When they are babies, and learning how to walk, Bruno holds their hands and helps steady them. When they’re in public, he tells people they have their “training feet” on. Imagining a tall dad, bent down, holding their tiny baby hands, as they wobble about.. I’m crying.

🤍 Bruno’s in charge of bath time! Suds everywhere. Toys all over the place. And that mess isn’t just from the kids.

🤍 He is that loud and proud dad at all of his kids’ games, rehearsals, recitals, etc. He has every moment on video. He’s posting them on every social media account he has. He knows when all of their events are and shows up early to them all.

🤍 His daughters are NOT to start dating until they’re “at least 45 years old” and he’s “too senile to know what’s going on.” Those are his rules, not mine. Their first dates include: having their date come in, introductions, small chitchat, and then be subject to Bruno attempting to be intimidating but comes off as awkward for everyone.

🤍 When the family wants steaks, hotdogs, or hamburgers, Bruno’s the type of dad that thinks he knows his way around a big fancy grill, but almost blows the house up every time he tries to use it. So now he’s only allowed to “grill” on the stove when his wife’s home. Or they opt to get takeout.

🤍 His kids will always have a pet. Dog, cat, hamster, rabbit. Or even a goldfish (iykyk 😉). Or an exotic animal. Or one of each. Bruno’s unpredictable.

🤍 Bruno’s the king of “go ask your mum!” The kids know that he’ll never say ‘no’ so they always go to him first. Sometimes he gives in (okay..he always gives in), but he’ll spice things up with a ‘no’ here and there to keep the kids on their toes.

🤍 Having teenagers isn’t as scary for Bruno as one may think. He’s very patient and understanding. He has older sisters, and he was a teenager once too. He does require some reassurance because sometimes teenagers can be mean. He does his very best to stay up on trends, and will learn all the TikTok dances. He can dance so it won’t be a horrible sight.

🤍 Bruno is super involved with his kids. He’s playing board games with them, coloring and drawing with them, playing hide ‘n’ seek, playing tag, etc. He’s 100% devoted to his children. They are his laptop background, iPhone lockscreen and wallpaper, his Facebook profile picture and cover photo. Every school picture they have taken are in his wallet, too.

🤍 On that note, Bruno is the ultimate sap when his children make him anything. He keeps all of their birthday/Christmas/Anniversary cards that they gave him, coloring book pages, drawings, paintings, crafts, etc. Every Valentine’s Day, when his kids are little, they give him a Valentine that says “(their name) loves daddy THIS much!” or “Daddy is my Valentine!” and he tears up. You will periodically catch him going through all of those keepsakes as his children grow up, and he will be crying.

🤍 It means a lot to Bruno to have his Polish roots incorporated in his kids’ names. His first born son will have the same middle name as him. His other kids will have a Polish middle name, possibly named after Bruno’s family members. His way of paying tribute.

🤍 Bruno + teaching his kids to drive = madness.

🤍 Bruno will get “empty nest syndrome.” He will be sad when his youngest child finally leaves his house for uni. Hell, he’ll get a little sad when all the kids are at their friends’ houses for the weekend.

🤍 Oh, and Will Kimura helped paint the kids’ rooms. Bruno keeps him on call when he needs something fixed or “one of the kids pours their food down the drain again.” Will knows exactly who did it but just goes along with it.

🤍 You’re crazy if you don’t think he’s got his kids in his stand-up routines. He’s got so many jokes about them and his life as a dad.

🤍 Bruno will love his children regardless of who they grow up to be. He only wants them to enjoy the moment and be happy. He hopes that he (and his wife) have given them all the tools they need to have a bright future. No one on this planet could be more proud of their children, or love their children more, than Bruno Kaminski.

@mrsbsmooth touched on the domestic life of Bruno as well. You can find that here. As well as some HC’s for him as well. Those can be found here and here. Let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to see! 🖤

115 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

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