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#Chocolate...my man...my boy...son are you okay
classyrbf · 2 months
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XOXO! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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SYNOPSIS...toji’s life as a single dad was busy and exhausting, leaving little to no time for him and only focusing on making megumi happy, but that all changes when you enter their lives
INFO...toji x fem!reader, toji is good dad, tsumiki is readers bio daughter, megumi calls reader mom and tsumiki calls toji dad, fluff, comfort, sweet ending
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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Toji wasn’t so used to affection, being a single dad and taking care of megumi never gave him the time of day to actually partake in his interests. He was always busy, trying to make sure him and his son weren’t struggling, always wanting to be present in his life. It wasn’t until one day he wasn’t able to afford the candy megumi was begging him for, tears pricking the little boys eyes as he held the candy up to his dad and pleaded multiple times despite his fathers dismissal.
You watch the scene unfold in front of you, the little boys upset face tugging at your heart strings. As they were leaving, you decided to buy the candy, chasing the man and his son down. “Excuse me!” You called out in the parking lot, grocery bag in hand. Toji turned to look at you, eyes narrowing. He was confused why you had such a big smile on your face as you walked up to him. “I overheard about you not being able to get him the candy, so I decided to buy it for him. I hope you don’t mind.” You reached into your bag, pulling out the chocolate bar and handing it to megumi. The little boy looked up at his dad for approval, clinging to his leg.
“Take it, Megs.” His dad chuckled, ruffling the boys hair. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” the boy mumbled, hesitantly grabbing the candy from your hand.
You smiled at him before focusing your attention back on Toji. “I used to be in the same position as you when it came to my daughter. She would always beg for candy,” you laughed.
“I really appreciate it.” Toji nodded. “How old is your daughter, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“She’s only 5.” You smiled.
“Ah, this one here is only 4.” He glanced down at his son. “I’m Toji by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Toji. I’m y/n.”
Now here he was three years later, groggily walking into the kitchen as the aroma of bacon and coffee filled the air. The laughter of kids watching tv in the living room was quick to wake him up. “Morning,” you called out, smiling at him with a plate of food in your hand and a cup of coffee. You set it down on the table before walking over to him. “Sleep okay?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.
“Mmm, yeah. These two little rascals woke me up though,” he chuckled lightly, looking over at his two kids.
“Sorry!” Tsumiki ran over to Toji to hug him. Megumi following after her. “Mommy said she was gonna plan on having us wake you up anyway!” Tsumiki laughed, looking at you.
“I did not!” You say sarcastically with a gasp.
“Yes, huh, mommy!” Megumi argues. “It’s not good to lie.”
Toji and you both laugh at Megumi’s serious manner, watching the little boy walk over to the table to eat. Tsumiki does the same, practically running over to her seat. You turn to look back at Toji, a smile on his face. “What?” You question, fixing the stray hairs on his face.
“Nothin.” He shakes his head with a smile, planting a kiss on your lips. “Thank you for cooking breakfast, sweetheart.” He kisses you again.
“Ew! Stop kissing! That’s gross! It’s how you get cooties!” Tsumiki fake gags, pointing her finger at the both of you.
Toji finally lets you slip from his arms as the both of you made your way over to the table to eat. Toji sips on his coffee first, the warm liquid heating up his body.
“Mommy, when we’re done eating can we go play in the snow? I wanna build a snowman.” Megumi takes a bite of his bacon, loudly chewing on it.
“Chew with your mouth closed, megs, and yes, we can go play.” You take a bite of your eggs. “How’s your pancakes, miki?”
“Really good!” She smiles enthusiastically.
“Can I get more bacon?” Megumi asks before taking a sip of his orange juice.
“Of course, baby.” You stand from your chair, grabbing the extra bacon you made from off of the counter, placing two on his plate. “Come here, your face is all greasy, silly.” Megumi lets out a little giggle as you wipe his mouth with a napkin.
Toji looks over at the three of you, smiling to himself, admiring the little family he was blessed with. It only feels like yesterday since he first met you. Time sure does fly by when you’re living your best life. You are so good to him and Megumi, treating him like your own since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s extremely grateful you and Tsumiki came into his life, ridding him of the feeling of hopelessness he had festering inside of him. This is all he ever wanted for him and Megs. He couldn’t ask for anything better, which is why he will soon ask you to be his forever.
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flamingpudding · 2 months
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I just got done reading the prompt that I asked you about and it's wonderful thank you so much and if you're okay with it I'm here to help you make a part two but if you don't want to do that that's okay I'm just adding some bonus to it.
I'm just imagining Danny full Ghost King attire showing up with two things to cookies one with kryptonite in them cuz I love the head can of ghosts eating good tonight like candy and the other set a normal batch of chocolate chip cookies. Looking down Young Justice being like in the most Patrick electric entity sounding voice with a country accent "I'm so just the cutest oddiest little berries on the bush" (sorry just speaking in my little country Danny headcannon)
But I can also see Danny being embarrassing for Klarion. Danny sit down the two trains of cookies Evan just start hugging and kissing his son on his head like the embarrassing mom he is talking about how he's so skinny and he should eat more. Also really nice to Young Justice it's like them realizing they just might by the end of the day be adopted by enemies mom.
Justice League is getting to the location ready to fight and do what they can just for a Young Justice member with a cookie in hand to walk up and explain and tell them to play along for free cookies.
RedRobin badly wants to try one of the kryptonite cookies to see what it would do if he ate it. Klarion keeps stopping him because as much as he doesn't like them he doesn't want RedRobin to die.
Who I'm just adding on a couple of things really love your writing though oh yeah what are your pronouns so I can know to refer to you as just asking.
So glad you liked it and no problem i don't mind at all. I was thinking about adding a part two honestly. Well then lets continue the shenanigans. I hope this part two won't disappoint either. And out of courtesy for once added people who asked for tags in the comments. Don't get used to it. I usually don't to tags. This is an exception for this awesome prompt idea.
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The moment a Lazarus green portal started to open in the Living Room, Red Robin suffered a small, probably slightly traumatic, flashbacks to all the times he had seen the Lazarus Pits, but before he could even react Klarion tackled him to the ground with a distinctive hiss of "Play alone." His friends, the traitors, had managed to doge Klarion. Impulse had simple used his speed to step aside and Superboy apparently had headed a warning. Wonder Girl hadn't even been in the path of Klarions tackle. So this was why Red Robin was currently the only one getting sort of wrestled and put into a headlock on the ground in a hold he knew he could easily get out of but was to distracted by the ceiling high, eldritch as well as royal looking being stepped out of it.
The portal closed behind that being and Red Robin swallowed seeing six eyes in inky black that mirrored the night sky blink down at them.
"Klarion?" The static voice ringed in their ears and from the corner of his eyes Red Robin saw Superboy flinch visibly.
"Mom! Your early!" Red Robins head hit the floor as Klarion suddenly let him go to greet the being that's apparently his mother. He glared at the witch boy for that as he sat up and rubbed his had.
"Oh my, sorry my dear." Superboy flinched again, and Red robin could hear Impulse whispering to Wonder Girl if he was the only one seeing four mouths talk at the same time. Klarion appeared to have it heard to as he send them a quick glare over his shoulder before turning back to his mother.
"Mom, could you tune down on the eldritch?" Red Robin blinked stunned before seeing the bing apparently blush green in embarrassment and its form changing until there stood a man, about Red Hoods height still with a floating crown and a royal cape, but at least more human like and resembling Klarion but with more blueish skin before them.
"Sorry baby, I thought my royal appearance would make a better first impression." The man pinched the witch boys cheek lovingly, to witch Klarion whined out a drawn out "Mom."
The four young heroes couldn't help but stare, was that seriously their villain Klarion? The one that tried to cause chaos and make their lives difficult on regular basis?
"Klarion. Why is there a magic barrier around your apartment." The man in royal clothing suddenly asked and they blinked seeing Klarion flinch and laugh nervously. "Oh you know mom, keeping the bonding in one place so other mortals won't be bothered." To which the man cooed. He cooed!
"Bonding? What bonding?" The four heroes echoed blinked and exchanged stunned and confused looks. Bonding? What Bonding? What were they talking about? Sure they hadn't gotten a lot of explanations out of Klarion before that portal opened and apparently his entire act about his mother visiting was the true. It was clear that the witch boy's mother was some kind of other worldly being but it looked like there was more to it. Also considering the royal like outfit and the grown.... did that mean that they had been dealing with a prince of some kind as villain the entire time.
Suddenly the man bristled turning to glare at them back in his eldritch form towering over them. "Are you telling me you mortals have been ignoring my sons bonding?! And that is why my son's bonds don't appear to be properly formed?!"
They flinched back staring at that being that was now back to locking eldritch horror like with a crown and royal cape. Their eyes were locked onto the being, only distantly they realised that Klarion was pulling on his mother hissing something that sounded very much just like static to their ears. It to a while longer but finally the being drew back staring what sounded like a static filled discussion with Klarion and Impulse was pretty sure he had been ready to sully himself if it had taken any longer,
Apparently Klarion and his mother finished their exchanged as they both turned to them, his mom now again more human like looking. "Mom these are my friends. The punk looking guy is Superboy the half alien, Red Robin the one in red and black, you know Dinner boy. Impulse from the Flash-Clan and Wonder Girl one of the Amazonian. Guys this is my mom, Ghost King of the Infinite Realms."
Red Robin couldn't help the eye twitch at his introduction, he also noticed that Impulse flinched back as the mans eyes locked onto him and he didn't need Superboy's confirmation of having heard a grumble about 'why did it have to be a speedster'. Great so this eldritch being, apparently King and most likely a danger and possible hostile did not like one of them already. Why did Klarion ask them to play pretend friends again?
"Well I will be, you have quiet the colourful and oddest batch of fleshy mortals here." The man grinned at them, that were sharp teeth the four heroes observed. "Titles are a bit stuffy, feel free to call me Danny kids. Now come here. I brought some cookies with me."
Before they knew it the four of them were seated on the couch with a huge plate of cookies on the coffee table before them. The four of them blinked at the two kinds of cookies. Impulse was already reaching out to them fearlessly but Wonder Girl had the foresight to stop their friend for the moment. Superboy on the other hand appeared to look quiet queasy and was slowly turning green to the worry of Red robin. They noticed Klarion turning towards his Mom when he took note of this. "Mom! I have a Kryptonian friend! Why did you bring cookies with kryptonite chunks! Look! Superboy is turning green just looking at them."
The Ghost King, now known by the name Danny to them, appeared to be waving his son. "Oh he will be fine in a moment its not enough to completely bother his species, he will just be more human like till you ate all of them. These ones are more for you anyway, you are way to thin lately." Danny then turned to them with a smile. "Please feel free to eat the chuckles chip once. I can guarantee they are human friendly. My sister helped me make them. She is a liminal human."
That was all Impulse needed to rip his wrist free and stuff the first of the chocolate chips cookies into his mouth. "They are good!"
Danny smiled at them satisfied, and with that out of the way started to make small talk with them while also embarrassing his son with occasional comments like. "Oh you should have seen when Klarion first got Teekl." Or "He nearly burned down our entire castle when he started actually learning magic." Or "He used to be such a grumpy adult until he deaged and became such a cute grumpy little baby boy. Want to see photos?"
They never got to see photos to Wonder Girls disappointment. Klarion managed to cut in between suffering embarrassment and glaring at them for encouraging his mother to tell more embarrasing stories and forced the portal, his mother was going to reach into for the photos, to close.
By now the teens have become more relaxed around Danny. The man had a friendly charm to him and genuinely showed an interest in them as well as in the well bing of his son. They could understand why Klarion didn't want to disappoint a parent like that. They snacked on the cookies and Red Robin watched with interest whenever Klarion and Danny reached for one of the cookies with green Kryptonite chunks. Danny had mentioned off handedly in one of his stories of Klarion that they both used to be normal humans. Red Robin was very interested in this right now.
Suddenly Superboy elbowed Impulse and Red Robin, having caught the movement turned to them with an arched eyebrow. "Mentors." The other mouthed to them and they sighed, of course their mentors would show up sooner or later. They shared a glance and Red Robin took on the task to subtitle inform Klarion since they were sitting next to each other when Impulse excused himself to a toilet break shortly.
Red Robin used that quick distraction to reach towards the cookie plate.
Meanwhile Impulse came to a stop in front of the front door stopped by his foot from slamming shut behind him again, thankfully Klarion had removed his magic barrier that could have made this difficult. He had one cookie in hand and grinned up at their mentors and the Justice League Dark members.
"Hi everyone!" He greeted them cheerfully, taking a bite of his cookie.
"Impulse? Are you okay? What happened?!" Flash was instantly on the teen checking him over for any sort of injury. They were prepared to fight since Deadman had reported the location where the Ghost King had appeared. They had chosen to halt their search for the missing teens for the moment but had paled when Superman had mentioned he was hearing their voices from the same location.
"Oh i am fine! Great even. Did you know that there are other dimensions that have melon flavoured chips?" Impulse easily answered grinning. "Also you might wanna dile back on the battle ready aura you guys radiate. Klarions mom is visiting, pretty awesome guy."
"Klarion? The witch boy?" Wonder Woman asked stunned to which Impulse nodded. "Yea, pretty nice guy. Ghost King of a dimension that holds everything together like glue. Kinda badass."
"Bloody fucking..." Batman glared at Constantine who swallowed the rest of his curse. "The hell you mean the Ghost King is badass? That a fucking tyrannical blood hungry war maniac!"
Impulse blinked at them. "Really? I mean he does have scary form that made me nearly piss myself but he is pretty chill. Awesome parent, we get why Klarion loves his mom so much now."
The blond Brite pinched the bridge of his nose letting out a suffering sigh. "Just let us in mate, we will deal with this before our dimension can kiss its arse goodbye."
Impulse appeared to be thinking for a moment before shaking his head. "Uh nope. We are having a good time actually. A nice break. Sooooo no!" Before Flash or anyone else could react impulse stepped back closing the door into their faces. They blinked stunned, Batman was the first to recover stepped towards the door to attempt to open it only for his lockpick to be deflected by a red barrier suddenly appearing. The man growled turning to glare at the Justice League Dark members with a silent comment.
Inside the apartment a little bit earlier....
Klarion snatched another green glowing cookie from Red Robins hands with a glare at the other teen, who only glared back. Danny was watching them amused feeling reminded of himself and Tucker by their interaction. But then his attention turned to Wonder Girl as she asked for another story about Klarions childhood.
A moment later Klarion felt a nudge and looked at Superboy who nudged him across a pouting Red Robin who got another green glowing cookie snatched from him. The witch boy arched an eyebrow when Superboy asked to recreated the barrier to keep their mentors out but did so the moment Impulse was back with them with already three new chocolate cookies in hand as he joined Wonder Girl in fishing for more stories.
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floatyflowers · 9 months
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Charlie's Mother|| Dark! Willy Wonka x Reader
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You were happy with your simple life.
It is way better then your past life with your old lover
However, when your son, Charlie, returned home with a golden ticket to spend one day at Wonka's chocolate factory, you almost fainted.
As Willy Wonka used to be your 'old lover'
The same man who killed your friends out of 'jealousy' and tried to cage you until you ran away.
"Honey, I think it is better not to go"
"But mom, I want to go! It's my only chance, please"
Weak against your son's pleading, you decided to agree but you had to go with him.
You only want to protect your son.
When you finally arrived to the factory with Charlie, and saw Willy, your heart dropped to your stomach in fear.
But Willy's heart only raced with excitement, upon finally seeing his obsession, after so many years.
He already decided that Charlie is the winner because you are the child's mother.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you, Ms.(L/n)"
"Actually, it is Mrs. Bucket now"
Willy refuses to believe that Charlie is the son of another man, he deludes himself to believe that the boy is his son instead.
Even though, it is impossible as you haven't spoken to Willy in thirteen years and Charlie is eleven.
The whole tour you were shaken up by what happens to the children and their parents.
You felt like you were walking through a trap with your son.
Even though the children were brats, yet they didn't deserve to die.
You don't even know how your son is okay with all that chaos.
After the day is over, you try to take Charlie and leave but Willy announces him as the winner.
And therefore, you and your son are not allowed to leave.
Ever.
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xxbimbobunnyxx · 7 months
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Being Weird Is Cool
(SingleDad!Eddie Munson x SingleMom!Reader)
Summary: You and your son are new to Hawkins and meet Eddie and his daughter at the park. WK: 1.7K
Warnings: None really, this is just a fluffy sweet little self indulgent meet cute. Eddie and Reader are in their mid 20s and their kids are around 5 going into Kindergarten. Modern AU. Reader is implied to be alternative but it doesn’t have to be read that way.🩵 But as always, my blog is still 18+
A/N: So this is just a cute little blurb that came to me. I always see single dad Eddie but I hardly ever see single mom reader so I thought this would be cuteee. My son has a speech condition and I never see kids with special needs in fics so this is just something small n cute n close to my heart. Maybe I’ll turn it into a series of blurbs about these four, we will see. If anyone has any ideas/requests for these four I’d totally be open to writing them. 🤭🖤Part 2 - My Masterlist - Series Masterlist
“Excuse me, is that your child?”
You looked up from your phone, hearing the voice of an irritated sounding woman, ready to defend your son at a moment's notice. But when you looked up she wasn’t talking to you, she was standing in front of the man who was sitting on the bench next to yours. A scowl on her face, her hands on her hips, and a pudgy little boy with tears in his eyes and chocolate smudged all over him by her side. She tilted her head towards the little girl across the playground that had been playing with your son since you got here. She was very clearly this man’s daughter by the way the unruly brown curls on their heads matched. She was sitting on the ground next to your son with her hand on his shoulder, seemingly comforting him.
“Yeah, she’s mine. What’s up?” The man sounded annoyed, rightfully so.
“Well, she just made my son cry.” The woman scoffed.
He raised an eyebrow at her, looking at your kids then back at her.
“What happened?”
“Apparently she yelled in his face and pushed him over, you really need to teach your daughter how to behave.” The woman’s dirty blonde ponytail that was so tight it looked like it was going to make her eyes bulge he out of her head waved from side to side as she spoke.
“Charlotte! Can you come over here please?” The man called to his daughter, waving her over.
You watched as she stood, dusting wood chips off her black white colored dress before reaching her hand out to your son. She pulled him behind her as she walked over with a determined look on her face.
“Daddy! That little boy was mean to my friend! He told him he was weird and was mocking fun of his voice!” She stomped a little black booted foot and pointed her finger towards the boy in question.
“Charlotte… honey, did you push him over?” He asked her as he stood to his feet, crouching down so he was eye level with her.
At this point you had fully turned your body in their direction, ready to intervene.
“Oli, are you okay baby?” You asked him gently.
“Mommy!!!” He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around your legs, burying his face into your knees.
“What happened honey?” You ran your fingers through his hair and he buried his face further into you. You look over at the man beside you, who looks at you apologetically before turning back to his daughter.
“Char… did you push that boy over there?”
“Yes! But-“
“Hey, no buts, okay? We don’t push people no matter what they do, it's not okay to push.” He told her and he gently rested a large ringed hand on her little shoulder.
“Okay daddy…” she looked down at her little feet with her hands behind her back, bashful.
“Now, do you want to tell me what happened? Calmly.” He titled his head so she was looking him in the eyes again and she pouted. “Come on baby, we can’t fix it if we don’t know.”
“Her PUSHED me! I was just trying play with them and she yelled and pushed!” The little boy spoke up, pointing at her from behind his moms legs.
“No! No! Mean!” Your son, Oliver, who was normally very soft spoken and shy raised his head from your knees to yell at the other boy.
“Okay whoa whoa whoa, let’s everybody calm down.” You looked down at Oli and smiled, rubbing soft circles on his back to try and keep him calm.
“Hey sweetie, your name is Charlotte, right?” You asked her.
“Mhm” She stuck her bottom lip out and nodded.
“Can you tell us what happened please?”
“Yes! That kid!” She pointed and glared at the chocolate covered boy “was being mean to MY new friend! He was mocking fun of his voice and calling him weird! But that’s just not nice!”
It didn’t take you long to figure out what she meant, Oliver was a late talker and very shy. He didn’t talk much and when he did it was only to people he was comfortable with. This wasn’t the first and probably wouldn’t be the last time this happened. Most parents didn’t take the time to teach their kids that everyone is different so you’ve had to take it upon yourself to explain it to them on more than one occasion.
“So that other little boy was being mean to Oli about his voice and you stood up for him, right?”
“Yes! I didn’t want him to play with us and he wouldn’t go away and kept mocking fun of him! so I told him my dad said being weird is cool and I MADE him go away!” She was still stomping her little foot and pointing her little finger at the kid and you had to hold in a laugh at how cute she was.
“Well thank you for standing up for him honey, that’s very sweet of you. But I don’t think your daddy wants you to push people even if they’re mean, right?” You look over to her dad and make eye contact, silently asking for backup.
“Yeah baby, it’s very nice of you to stand up for your friend but I want you to apologize to that little boy for pushing him over, okay?” He put his hand on her back and tilted his head toward the boy and his mother.
“Well is him gonna say sorry? To my friend?” She narrowed her eyes at her father and looked between him and the other child.
“He has nothing to say sorry for! You pushed him! And maybe his mother needs to teach him how to communicate better!” She definitely should not have fucking said that.
“Fucking excuse me???” You stood up and walked past Oliver and straight up to the woman’s pinched face. “We were trying to do the right thing and teach our kids that hitting is never okay but if you want to play it like that?? Okay. How about you teach your son how to treat people? That everyone’s different and it’s not okay to just talk down to people because you don’t understand them? How about you wipe his fucking face and get the fuck out of mine before I show them that maybe hitting isn’t so bad after all.” You practically growled, your eyes boring into hers.
“You people are fucking insane, who let people like you even have children??” She gasped before turning on her heel and leaving the park, dragging her son behind her.
“Fucking bitch.” You scoffed, turning to Oliver and crouching down in front of him. “You okay baby?”
“Yeah mama, okay.” He smiled at you and gave you a thumbs up.
“That was fucking awesome.” The man next to you chuckled and slapped his thigh. “Her face!! She couldn’t even believe you were talking to her like that!!” He laughed.
You looked over at him and smiled, this was the first time you were really looking at him and wow. He was beautiful. You had already noticed his hair but now that you’re looking directly at him you can see his pretty brown eyes, and plush pink lips. When he smiles you see two cute little dimples appear on each side of his mouth and he’s dressed really cute too. Ripped jeans, old band tee, beat up sneakers and a leather jacket. Damn.
“I promise you that is not the first time I’ve dealt with a woman like that and I’m positive it will not be the last.” You chuckled.
“Well you handled it like a goddess, if I was a woman I might’ve punched her.”
“Well I absolutely wanted to.” You both started busting up laughing.
“I’m Eddie, by the way, and you already met Charlotte.” He smiled at you and extended his hand, you took it and told him your name in return.
“And this is Oliver, who you already kinda sorta not really met.” You gestured to your son and Charlotte came bounding over.
“Oli! You want play with me still?” She smiled big at him.
“Yep! Mhm!” He clapped.
“Gotta catch meeeee then!!!!” She ran off towards the playground and he went chasing after her.
“You’re a good dad, not a lot of kids take the time to understand that other kids are different, just because they aren’t taught that at home. You clearly teach her well.” You said with a smile.
“Yeah, I try to teach her that everyone’s different. I mean look at me, it’s not like I had the easiest time growing up, or even now other parents judge me and look down on me for being a single dad and well, just being me. I never want her to feel like that.” He watched his daughter run after your son with a fond smile.
“Yeah” You looked down at your own ripped jean shorts and tights and smiled. “Yeah, I think I get that.”
“Are you guys new in town? I haven’t seen you around and I think I’ve seen everyone in this town at least once”
“Oh, yeah, me and him just moved here last week so we don’t really know anyone yet. I’m hoping once the kids start school next month he will have a bit of an easier time making friends.” You sighed. “He’s just really shy, he has a hard time talking and he gets really nervous.”
“Well, it looks like he already has one friend.” He smiled at you and pointed towards the playground where Oli was pushing Charlotte on the swing.
“Looks like it.” You looked over at Eddie and smiled.
“And that goes for you too, you know? You have one friend now too, if you want.” He smiled at you hopefully, those cute dimples showing.
“Yeah? I think I’d like that.” You felt your face warm when you smiled back at him.
“We were going to get ice cream after this, do you guys want to come? It’s just down the street we usually walk from here.”
“That actually sounds really nice Eddie, thank you.”
“KIDS!!! Ice cream!!?!!” He yelled the magic words and huge grins spread across both their faces as they came running full speed towards you.
Maybe Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad.
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kaiyaamin · 2 months
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Can you make a Batmom story where she gets kidnapped and brainwashed by the joker?
YOU'RE STILL IN MY HEART!
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She opened her eyes feeling the bright light hit her. She looked around for a second taking in her surroundings, she was definitely in a hospital because of the hideous clothes she was wearing and all the tubes and sorts. She saw two kids sitting on the chairs sleeping peacefully.
She slowly got out of bed, gently walking towards one of the boys. Shaking his shoulder, suddenly he woke up and gazed at his mother. Mom, are you okay, how are you? wait no you need to get back into bed, she was confused about why on earth this boy called me her mom. Umm sweetie I am not your mother and actually where are your parents? What the fuck was Dick's face at this moment. Did his mother just forget who he was, panicked he woke up Damian. What do you- UMMI are you okay, I was so worried. But to his surprise, she just stared at him.
She called the nurse and asked for the children to be taken to their real parents, but the nurse only said wait a moment a returned with a man. Y/N was relieved but for the wrong reason, Excuse me sir, but your kids keep calling me mom and I don't find that appropriate. Now Bruce was even more confused, Honey what are you talking about? Moving closer to her only for her to step back. She claimed she didn't know who he was, Bruce tried to explain that they were married and these were their kids Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. But all she said was why would I named my child Dick?, this made Dick not happy, and refused to say anything after this humiliation.
They took her to Wayne Manor where she was astonished that she even lived here. Alfred had hoped for Mrs.Wayne to be alright but was hurt by the discovery of her loss of memory. Their children especially Jason wanted to take revenge on the Joker but because of Batman no killing rule he couldn't kill him but theirs no rule for torture.
Bruce decided that he would sleep in the guest room tonight till his wife was comfortable. Jason volunteered to take to her room, helping her up the stairs to her room. Jason didn't take the news well, he was always a mama boy and would always say he loved mom more than dad (it was true).
A few hours later it was time for dinner usually Y/N would ask how everyone's day was but she just sat in silence playing with her food. It was awkward, to say the least, Tim felt all emotions when looking at his mother but was especially sad she didn’t even glance at him or care he was drinking coffee at night in front of her. But to everyone's dismay, she left sitting on the couch staring off into the distance. Guys, why don't we show her some pictures and tapes of us together, she will surely remember, Damian had said to bring our hopes up. It was worth the shot, Bruce exclaimed getting up along with Alfred to get everything ready.
They set up everything with the utmost perfection, they all gather around the TV ready to show their mom everything.
Dick was the first one to show. Good morning everyone it is currently 7:30 am, and we're here to wake up little dickie for his 11th birthday, his mother said next to her was his dad. Honey were probably watching this- only to be interrupted by his wife shushing him. Bruce aimed the camera towards their son laying their drooling on his pillow. Alright, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! They screamed together only to cause Dick to fall off his bed and onto the floor but he quickly recovered hugging his parents and blowing out his candles. What did you wish for Dick? Y/N asked hoping her son would give some hints but he only kept his mouth shut stuffing himself with the chocolate cake. Best birthday Ever!! Dick said with a toothy grin with cake all over his mouth.
Seeing this brought very vague memories but it was very slowly coming back. It looked so perfect, they were so perfect. Bruce looks over at his wife seeing something spark within her deciding to move on to Jason's video.
Batmom was holding the camera with excitement all over her face. Can you believe this, it's my baby bird's first Prom suddenly she started crying like a child not ready to let him go. Jason hugged his mother wearing a fancy black suit with his hair styled nicely looking like a prince. Mom, don't cry I will always be your baby bird no matter what, trying to calm his mother down by rubbing her shoulders. You better keep your promise, Y/N said in a threatening tone. She took many pictures of Jason and his date together before they were off in the limo. Their Y/N was hand in hand with her husband reciting all their Prom memories together sharing heartfelt laughs.
It was Tim's graduation video next, It shows Y/N and Bruce holding flowers and a poster saying congratulations on getting out of school, with excited grins. Finally, Tim's name was called with honors only to be interrupted by his mother screaming and shouting that's my son! Tim had made valedictorian and boy was Y/N proud of her Timmy. She took many videos, silently remembering to brag about this to the other moms. Tim ended his speech with a final thank you to his parents, especially his mother. Ohhh Bruce, did you hear that? he thanked me for his accomplishments, crying and sobbing at the same time. Many people turned around but the Bat family did not care with proud grins on their faces. Everyone later congratulated Tim with his mother repeatedly kissing his forehead and hugging him so tight.
Tim watched the video remembering everything that happened that day after they went to his favorite restaurant with a giant cake his mom ordered just for him. He couldn't hold back his tears and hugged his mom and to his surprise, she hugged him back just as tight with tears in her eyes.
next was Damian video, It was Christmas day, and all the children raced down the stairs to open their presents. It was also Damian first Christmas with the Bat family. Ok, kids since it is Damian's first Christmas with us he will open his presents first, Batmom said handing her son his first gift with an excited grin. Damian and the rest of the kids heard Meow Meow, Damian ripped to wrapping paper off the box opening it to find a cute small black kitty cat. Damian was ecstatic hugging his Ummi and father. What are you going to name it? bruce said with a lace of curiosity in his voice. I vote Demon spawn, Jason shouted only to receive a murderous glare from Damian. I am going to name it Alfred the cat, Damian said. I guess we have Alfred the first, Y/N said while pointing at Alfred who was sipping his tea. And Bruce finishes and says Alfred the second while holding the adorable cat.
All the kids looked over to see their mother crying with tears streaming down her eyes ruining her mascara not like she cared. All her babies ran to her including Bruce hugging her tight trying to stop the tears. Oh kids, I remember and I am so sorry I have forgotten but looking at you all, you make me so proud. Now it wasn't just Y/N who was crying but everyone was even Alfred shed a tear, Come on Alfred join us, Y/N said pulling Alfred in the hug and not letting him reply. It was perfect, they were perfect no matter how chaotic her family gets they will always have each other no matter what.
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harrysmimi · 9 months
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Princess Jasmine
Synopsis: Harry hangs out at the cafe his fiance works at by the closing time
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Harry never usually hangs out at his Fiance's work place, it is invasion of her work privacy, plus it's very distracting.
But today he went to see her after he'd just got back to London after his last show, all well rested. He slept all day at home. Came back after YN had already gone to work, so he went to see her. Maybe take her out on a quiet dinner date. He hadn't taken her out in a while now.
So he got ready in casual outfit and left as his hair air dried. He ordered himself a hot chocolate and sat at a table.
The cafe recently made changes, where more seating arrangements were made and self service was an option. Harry sat at ome of the new tables in a corner.
"Here you go." YN placed the mug of hot chocolate in front of him. "You want anything else, Hazza?"
"Yeah, a kiss would be nice." He smiled cheekily.
"Cheeky!" YN gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, "just an hour an half, then we'll leave."
"I'm right here." He assured her.
He sat there replying to all the pending emails he haven't checked since the last leg of his tour began. They were just random written interviews which had longer deadlines so he was good with later replies. Usually it's his team handling the emails for him, but these he preferred to answer himself.
There were not many people just a man with a little boy who'd just entered the cafe, went up straight to the register where YN was now cleaning up the coffee machines. The boy was wearing his Disney princesses shirt and Cars pants, had long brown curly hair. Harry knew YN is going to gush over how adorable that little human was.
She's just so nice around kids. He knows for sure she's going to be amazing mother to their kids.
"Hello, what can I get for you?" YN asked.
"Hi, can I, can I pwease have this muffin?" The little boy pointed to the two last blueberry muffins.
"Of course you can." YN beamed, "anything else you want, love?"
"Oh, and one for my wittle sister too!" He clapped his hand in excitement.
"She's too young, lad, you want anything else?" The man with the boy said laughing at his son's adorable excitement.
Harry paused doing what he was doing as he watched the interaction. He knows YN loves little kids, just the other day she bullied her friend to bring her twins over. Bummer that Harry was still on tour, he loves those twins too. He was bombarded with loads of videos and pictures from her that day.
The boy looked at his dad with a cheeky smile and looked back at YN, "can I have a chocowate milkshake too?"
YN giggled, "of course you can." She added to the bill.
"That's it, fank you!"
"You're welcome," YN found the boy real adorable. "I'll bring it right up to you."
YN quickly packed both of the muffins in a box and fixed a chocolate milkshake. It was a little too late for that in her opinion but his dad was letting him have it.
The boy was very talkative, as he talked his very tired dad's ears off waiting for his muffins and milkshake. YN was quick enough to fix the order and take it over to the table.
"Fank you!" The boy sang in excitement, "I'm going to share this wif mummy!"
"You are? That's so sweet of you!" YN gasped, impresses that he really thinks of his sister and mum.
"Yes." He nodded now looking up at YN as a revolutionary realisation seemed to hit him, "you look like princess Jasmine! Are you princess Jasmine?"
YN's heart was a puddle in that moment, "you're so cute, but no, I am not princess."
"You're very pwetty."
"Thank you, you're very handsome too!" YN shuffled his hair slightly. "You have a great night, okay?"
"You too, fanks!" He held onto the paper bags with the muffins with one hand and with other he held onto his dad's hand. He waved her bye as he walked out of the cafe. YN went flipped the sign to Closed.
That really made her day after a long shift dealing with some rude customers. She got to finishing up her work.
"Harry?" She called for him, "I'm done let's go." She went back to grab her bag and phone and lock up back doors.
Harry waited for her as she switched all of the lights off and locked the front door. It hit him.
She must have done all of this alone the night he asked her out the first time, after bumping into her as she closed the door. He remembered how nervous he was, and now here he is almost three years later, so close to being her husband.
And she really did looked like Princess Jasmine. With the blue shirt she wore, she was gushing over it when she found it at a thrift store it had her favourite cuss word written onit with sparkles. Good thing the boy didn't see it because of her apron.
"Ready to go, Princess Jasmine?" He held out his hand for her. They're going to walk home as both of their cars were at the garage getting fixed.
"Stop it," YN blushed as she grabbed onto his hand, "he was very cute, wasn't he?" She hugged his arm as they walked, with her head on his shoulder-- or you can say his bicep given she's shorter than him.
"Mhmm." He agreed.
"I want one too!"
"We can't just go and buy a kid from a store." He teased her, acting nonchalant about it.
"We can make one." She looked up at him with puppy eyes.
"I bet we'd make pretty good looking babies, eh!" He wondered.
"Hmm, especially if all them look like you." She said, "we already have one who looks like you, and he isn't even the same species."
"Stop!" He scoffed defeated.
Their cat, Milo, is morphing into a feline version of Harry. In everyway. He sleeps like Harry, eats like him, does weird things like his dad. It's a running joke by YN, she loves to tease him like that.
"I am serious, we should talk about it." YN brought up the topic again, she seems very serious about it.
"We will when we're home, yeah?" He assured her, "now I want to take you out on a date."
He walked her to this small Japanese restaurant one of his friend recommended him ages ago. It was small and cosy, perfect for a night he hoped to spend with his love.
And the night went as he imagined it would.
They went home and talked about all things about having a baby planning. It was just a vet domestic evening for Harry, and his fiance.
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°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."
꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband
꒰ WC ꒱ : 917
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!
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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.
"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.
"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.
Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!
Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!
"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!
"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.
"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."
"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.
"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.
Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.
"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.
"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.
"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.
"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.
"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 29 days
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Eddie had lost a lot of blood. He thought for sure that he was still talking to Dustin. Shit, was the butthead carrying him? When did he get so strong, and did he get taller? Hmm. What the fuck?
"I love you, man," Eddie mumbled as he wondered if he had already told him this.
"You do?" 'Dustin' said in a squeaky voice.
"Wasn't it obvious?" He asked.
"You haven't known me very long," 'Dustin' said.
"Quality over quantity," he said.
"Nancy, you drive. I got him," 'Dustin' said.
"Um, yeah, okay," Nancy said.
Eddie opened his eyes and discovered that he was being held by Steve. Oh, fuck. If he hadn't lost so much blood, he would have freaked out more, but all he did was gasp. Steve held him tightly.
"I think - I think I love you too," Steve blushed.
"What the f - ," Eddie said before his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.
The next time he woke up, he was in the hospital with Wayne beside him. He looked tired and ragged. Eddie burst into tears with Wayne as he leaned his forehead against.
"You're okay, son," Wayne whispered.
"I want to tell you everything," Eddie sobbed.
"It's alright, your boy already caught me up," Wayne replied. "We won. Hawkins is safe. You're safe and cleared of all charges."
"My boy?" Eddie asked.
"Steve, he's a good man. Seems like he's good for you. He certainly won't stop gushing about you, and he simply refuses to take off your vest. He claims he doesn't want to lose it," Wayne smirked.
"Steve isn't my boyfriend. I don't like men, although I'm glad you'd be accepting of it if I did," Eddie grinned.
Wayne gave him a look for a moment as if he didn't believe him before sighing and giving him a look of understanding.
"If you say so, but I wouldn't lead the boy on, so let him down gently because I think he might be smitten for you," Wayne said.
Eddie started to argue with him on whether Steve Harrington actually loved him or not when he remembered. His eyes widened.
"It's too late, Uncle Wayne, I already told him I loved him," Eddie said.
"Boy, I thought I you said - " Wayne said.
"I thought I was talking to Dustin! I lost blood!" Eddie exclaimed.
"You mean, the freshman who's five years younger than you?" Wayne asked in disapproval.
"Like a brother, Uncle Wayne! Like a brother!" Eddie said quickly and Wayne sighed in relief.
Suddenly, Steve popped his head in, and his eyes widened when he saw that Eddie was awake. He came all the way into the room, a wide smile on his face. Holy shit, it was like the sun, or were those the pain meds that he was on?
"Eddie, hey!" Steve said, his eyes brighter than ever.
He wore his vest over his polo, and oh, god, he looked good. The pain meds were making him think crazy shit.
"I'll leave you two alone," Wayne said and gave Eddie a look before leaving the room.
"Would it kill you if I gave you a kiss?" Steve asked.
"No," Eddie said with a laugh. "If the demobats couldn't kill me, I don't know why something so sweet would."
Steve practically giggled because, of course, he wasn't thinking of the chocolates like Eddie was. Steve leaned over him and pressed his lips to Eddie's. Eddie's eyes widened, unable to respond, and Steve pulled back with a frown.
"Is something wrong?" Steve asked.
"I thought you meant the chocolate," Eddie whispered.
"Oh, I thought because you said that you loved me that - ," Steve started to say.
"I thought I was talking to Dustin!" Eddie exclaimed, causing Steve’s nose to flare and put his hands on his hips. "Like a brother! LIKE A GODDAMN BROTHER!"
"So, you don't love me. That figures," Steve frowned. "I fall in love too quickly."
"I'm straight. Or, at least, I thought I was. Now, I'm thinking these thoughts where you're the sun and I'm the moon, but we're like together. My brain is all fuzzy, and my tummy. I'm on all sorts of drugs right now, Steve," Eddie said. "I'm pretty sure there's a golden light around you, so I'm not one hundred percent sure you're even real. Can we circle back to this conversation when I'm not high as hell?"
"Sure, Eddie," Steve said softly.
"Just don't give up on me," Eddie mumbled and started drifting off to sleep again, feeling Steve’s lips against his forehead.
"Never."
Eventually, though, when he was sober enough, Eddie became well aware of the conversations he had when he was high. He was mostly healed by now but not totally well enough. Steve and Robin were lounging in his bed on either side of him, arguing over who would win in a fight: Conan or Hopper.
"Conan has a cool sword, no contest!" Robin exclaimed.
"Yeah, but Hopper survived Russia!" Steve exclaimed.
"I don't know, Conan is definitely stronger," Robin said.
"Wait, a minute, Hopper had a sword in Russia," Steve said. "He brought it back with him. It's hanging in his office!"
"Still, Conan," Robin shrugged.
"Wait, a minute, are you doing that thing where you act like you're disagreeing with me, but you actually agree with me?" Steve asked.
"Caught," Robin giggled.
"I hate you," Steve said.
"No, you don't," she sang. "You just think that Hopper would win because you wish he was your dad."
"No, I don't," Steve scoffed.
"Your mustache is looking awfully full," Robin said.
"That doesn't mean anything," he said.
"Yeah, okay, then why do you have a green Hawaiian shirt in your closet?" Robin asked.
"That's just - That's just - alright, fine," Steve muttered. "I do wish he was my dad."
Steve leaned back against the headboard to find Eddie staring at him.
"I love you," Eddie said.
"I thought you were off your pain meds?" Steve asked.
"I am, I had time to think about things," Eddie said. "Decidedly not straight and definitely in love with you. Do you still - ?"
"I still," Steve said breathlessly.
"Do you guys want me to leave?" Robin asked.
Eddie and Steve ignored her as their lips crashed together. Robin let out a strangled yell as she tried to move away.
"PLEASE, DON'T MAKE OUT AGAINST MY BACK!"
Robin finally slithered out of the bed, almost falling on the floor. She strolled out of the bedroom.
"If you hurt my best friend, I'll take your other nipple!" Robin called cheerfully.
"Would she?" Eddie asked, breaking the kiss, wincing.
"Yeah, she almost got me a couple of times," Steve said. "She's got the pinching skills of a lobster."
"Oh my God. Steve, Hopper's out here, and he says he wants to adopt you! Aww, he's got matching shirts for both of you," Robin called out.
Steve pulled away from Eddie and went to jump out of the bed when Eddie grabbed him.
"Be strong, baby, she's fucking with you," Eddie said. "She just wants you to take her to the music store to get that new tape. Don't do it."
"Oh, there's a time limit on the offer. It's going. . .going. . .going," Robin said.
Steve pulled himself out Eddie's grip before running into the living room.
"He was never here, was he?" Steve’s voice came from the living room.
"Now that you're up, can you take me to the music store?" Robin asked.
"Goddamnit!" Steve exclaimed.
Eddie face planted onto the bed, laughing as he plotted his revenge. He was going to get her back when it was her time with Vickie. And despite the fact that Robin is a pain in the ass, Eddie loved her too. As much as Steve, in fact, loved her platonically. And if Robin was Steve’s platonic soulmate, then she was Eddie's soul sister. How many times was Eddie himself as much of a menace to Wayne as Robin was to Steve?
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ao3usermelancholyhues · 2 months
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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞
steve harrington/eddie munson for @steddiemicrofic's february prompt: edge, 509 words. ft. suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, happy ending | T rating read on ao3
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The quarry’s cold at dusk, Steve thinks. Not like the temperature matters. The water will be worse, if he even feels it.
He kicks a stone over the edge of the precipice, can’t even see it going down, but he hears it clatter against the rocks on the way. He pictures them covered in his blood and has to squeeze his eyes shut. 
It would be a relief. 
He’s trying to convince himself. The note in the car is brief, mostly for his mom. She’ll be devastated, but he’s not worth her time. For years, it’s been hard to tell if she even likes him. His dad definitely doesn’t. Not worthy of the Harrington name. Still just a boy and not a man, but not even boys can make mistakes. Maybe he’ll start over with his latest fucking mistress, whoever she is. Have a better son; a brother he’ll never know. They’ll mention his name in passing when they look at photo albums and explain to Junior that this was Steve, how sad, he never amounted to anything. 
The lump in his throat swells. 
His friends never liked him. They liked the ‘King.’ He dropped them all but it was okay because he had Nancy.
Except she doesn’t want him any more either. 
Steve built his entire life so that he could never be alone, and he screwed that up too. There’s no-one left. 
“Harrington?” 
Steve jumps, eyes flying open. The stretch of absolute nothingness ahead makes his head spin; he pitches to one side.
“Hey, hey, man! Fuck!”
There’s footsteps and he’s jerked back from the ledge so roughly it hurts his neck. They hit the gravel hard. 
“What the shit, man, I thought you were gonna fuckin’ jump.” 
Right. It’s the freak. Of course he hangs out at the quarry. 
Steve stands up wordlessly, wobbling, and starts determinedly back to his car. He doesn’t need this, the conversation. 
“Uh, you’re welcome,” Eddie pants as he jogs right behind Steve, indignant. “I just saved your life, dude! You seriously looked like you were gonna fuckin’ kill yourself.” 
He’s laughing, hard. Steve just hunches his shoulders and keeps his eyes down, walking quicker.
“Wait, shit, were you actually— oh shit, shit, fuck,” Eddie sounds genuinely panicked. “Dude, I didn’t… I’m sorry.” 
Steve stops, heaves in a deep, shaking breath. He could run, go over like the stone. Blood on the rocks. Relief.
“Steve,” Eddie says, voice soft. There’s a hand on his lower back. Nobody’s touched him in weeks. It almost hurts. “Why don’t you come over to my place?” 
He stiffens, arching away. “Why would I?” 
“Because, my uncle… a long time ago, he tried… I think you could have a really good talk with him.” 
Steve swallows and looks up, daring himself to hold Eddie’s gaze. His eyes burn and his face crumples, tears spilling. 
Eddie’s arm goes around him, gently urging him forwards. “C’mon. He makes the best hot chocolate too.” 
Steve just nods, cries all the way to Eddie’s van. 
He can handle hot chocolate.
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misshoneyimhome · 4 months
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I know we’ve only done present day Willy fics and it’s totally okay if it’s not your cup of tea but these hospital pics have me thinking about how soft Willy would be with your kiddos at Christmas! My sibling and I would always make my mum and dad sit, make them paper tickets and serve hot chocolate to them as we watched the Polar Express like we were lil conductors and I can do imagine his lil blonde babies doing the exact same thing and he’s just so soft and excited that you two created such adorable toddlers and they’re at the age where the holiday starts to get really fun🥹
Not my cup of tea? 😍 Darling, that man triggers my desire for a baby even from over 3,500 miles away 🙈 one family Christmas scenario coming up ❤️
[So, let’s envision this scenario taking place in about five years; and also as a way for me to manifest that William stays in Toronto 🙏🏻]
I hope it's alright that I incorporated a bit of your childhood memory because oh my goodness, I wish my brother and I had done that too 😱 It's so sweet! Yet, I've also intertwined it with one of my own most cherished memories; and I hope it somewhat resembles what you had in mind ❤️
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Have yourself a merry little Christmas...
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“Mooom, Daaaaad!” a kid's voice rang out through the condo. "Wake up!"
You stirred slightly as the young boy's shouts slowly roused you from sleep.
“Hey, your son's awake,” you murmured softly with a gentle grin, nudging the man lying next to you. But he simply grunted deeply, still facing the other way and buried in the pillow.
“Mom! Dad!”
"Ugh," he let out another deep, sleepy groan. “I'm sleeping, so he's all yours…”
You blinked your eyes open, chuckling lightly at William's unshakeable sleepiness. Leaning over, you planted a soft kiss on his neck.
“Looks like our boys need us, love,” you tried to rouse him, but only deep, rumbling sounds came from the large man.
So, with another light chuckle, you rolled over, got up, and dressed in your most comfortable loungewear before heading to the kitchen.
“Wow, what's happened here?” you exclaimed with a big smile as you entered the kitchen/dining area.
"We made you breakfast, Mum!" exclaimed Eliot with so much pride. "Look! It's our favourites: chocolate crunch and oats."
It was incredibly heart-warming. Your two sons had woken up earlier than you and your husband, William Nylander, on this December Sunday morning, when William didn't have any training or a match in the evening.
"We did it almost like you do," Lucas chimed in, also brimming with excitement, and you had to fight back the urge to get teary-eyed.
On the large mahogany dining table, draped with a red Christmas cloth, the boys had raided nearly every cupboard in the kitchen - biscuits, bread, oats, chocolate crumbles, Nutella, jam - then continued to raide the fridge for butter, milk, and other breakfast essentials. They'd even set out plates, cutlery, glasses, and mugs, just like you typically did on family mornings.
And you could see they'd attempted to make coffee but had given up halfway through. Not that it mattered; their effort alone was enough to melt your heart.
"Oh, boys! This is so wonderful - I can't believe you've done all of this," you said, pulling the two young ones into a tight hug, embracing them both.
"Come on, Mum!" protested Eliot, eager to continue with his morning plans.
"Right, why don't you both go and give dad a surprise jump? I'll wrap things up here," you proposed with a wide smile, prompting them to dash into the bedroom and wake up William.
As you brewed the coffee they had attempted to make, you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy thinking about your amazing family. And taking advantage of the moment, you decided to whip up some scrambled eggs, a dish you knew they all loved.
**
Elliot, nearly six years old, was your eldest. He was a spitting image of William, from his blond hair and blue eyes to his well-defined nose and build. His laughter echoed that of your husband's, and that mischievous grin appeared to be a direct copy paste of his. Even William's love for food seemed to have been passed on to Elliot.
Eliot had also been a little unexpected. Sure, you and William knew what could happen when you’d have sex without any form of protection, but you hadn’t expected for anything to happen so quickly.
The idea of having children had been a topic in your relationship for some time back then, and after being together for almost three years, both of you felt it was a good time to start trying. While you had always considered children as an option, you weren't always certain about William's stance on parenting. Coming from a large family, he was naturally surrounded by discussions about children at family gatherings, yet given his boyish and charming nature, you weren't sure if he truly saw himself in a parental role.
However, something changed after a round of playoffs, where the Leafs nearly clinched victory in the second round. William had observed the many families within his team, witnessing how family members lifted the spirits of his teammates after the loss. He noticed the pure joy that radiated from them upon seeing their children, and just like that something had sparked within him.
Although your captivating smile and laughter were undeniably the most wonderful things for him, something deeper started to stir within the forward. A small urge to see you carrying his child emerged, along with a vision of the two of you with little versions of yourselves.
Consequently, during the following off-season, William brought up the topic, and you eagerly agreed to slowly start trying. However, it seemed that his strong genes and highly active sperm weren't interested in taking things slow, as by the beginning of the new season, you announced your very first pregnancy.
And then there's Lucas. He's more of a mommy's boy, incredibly sweet and almost innocent, always eager to lend a hand. And despite having just turned three, he showed a remarkable level of maturity for his age.
Elliot was undoubtedly his favourite role model, besides William, of course. However, he had his own unique qualities that set him apart from your other boys, although hockey remained a common passion among all of them. Whether it was watching daddy train or play at the rink, engaging in mini stick games, or watching a match at home, they were deeply involved whenever the sport was involved.
Yet, Lucas also harboured a love for drawing and enjoyed assisting you with cooking. He relished being around when you were cleaning and was content entertaining himself if you were occupied with something else.
In general, both boys were remarkable. Despite the typical sleep disruptions from cries and illnesses, they were relatively hassle-free. Right from their infancy, they seemed to inherit William's talent for sleeping and your family's collective love for food.
And you wholeheartedly loved cooking for your boys. They appreciated everything you made and devoured meals as if there was no tomorrow. Except on Mother's Day, when, if possible, William would take charge of the kitchen to prepare something special or opt for takeout. But the important thing was, you weren't the one cooking. 
And neither were you this morning.
Eliot had expertly guided his younger brother in setting the table like he remembered you always did, along with their homemade Christmas decorations. It was nothing short of perfection.
**
"Mommy, daddy's finally here!" Lucas hollered as the two boys practically dragged William out of the bedroom and towards the table.
"Took you long enough," you chuckled lightly, earning a soft smile from your man, dressed in his comfortable blue and white checkered pyjamas and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was a tousled mess, resembling a lion's mane, and his eyes betrayed the lingering tiredness. To be fair, he'd arrived home late last night due to an away game, and today you were just grateful that there were no hockey commitments. Today was all about cosying up together as a family and truly celebrating Christmas.
William, naturally, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
"Morning, babe," he greeted with a drowsy smile.
The four of you then settled into your usual spots: you across from William, with Eliot beside him and Lucas seated next to you.
"Now, what do we say?" You grinned at your sons.
"God aptit!" the two boys chimed simultaneously, before you all delved into the delicious bread and whatever else the boys had discovered in the kitchen cupboards.
It was a simple yet delightful meal.
William's face also lit up as he savoured the food his sons had prepared, and his sleepiness seemed to fade away as Eliot started chatting away, as he always did.
And as you all neared the end of the first course of the day, Eliot suddenly brimmed with excitement.
"Wait, there's more!"
"More? How can there be more, darling?" you chuckled, exchanging glances with William, both intrigued by the young boys' behaviour.
"Come on, Luke," the eldest instructed, leading them hand in hand towards Eliot's room. And when they returned, they held something behind their backs, sporting mischievous grins across their small faces.
You and William couldn't help but smile as you watched your sons beam with joy. They took deep breaths, almost acting shy, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.
"We've made you something..."
"I helped Eliot!" Lucas nearly shouted.
"And what's that?" William laughed, encouraging the boys to come closer to each of you and unveil the little piece of paper they held in their tiny hands.
"You've made these?" You smiled, seeing their excitement as they nodded in affirmation.
"We made them in kindergarten," Eliot explained.
The tiny piece of paper was covered in glitter, with the letters T E K K E T written somewhat crookedly in what seemed to be a child's handwriting.
"Baby, did you write this?" You asked, slightly surprised that your five-year-old had been practicing his writing.
"Yes, Miss Turner helped us spell."
"That's amazing, Eliot. I'm so proud of you," you beamed.
William's reaction mirrored yours in heartfelt pride.
"But then the big question is... what are tickets for?" he inquired curiously, prompting the boys to exchange quick glances before looking back at you and your husband.
"It's for the fort!" Lucas exclaimed with excitement.
"Oh, so you've built a fort?" you asked with a light chuckle, noticing no fort in the living room.
"Well..." Eliot hesitated for a moment as if trying to articulate his idea. "We thought that we can build it – together," he suddenly blurted out, throwing his arms in the air. "For when we watch the Christmas movies."
It was a tradition you had established in your family. Whenever you had a family day together in December, watching Christmas movies was a must. Well, the tradition might have expanded to other days outside the holiday season, but it all began here.
"Well, I'm sure daddy would love to build the fort with you then," you grinned at William, who chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"No, Mum, you need to help too," Lucas insisted.
"How about you strong boys build the greatest fort ever seen – and then I'll cook up some delicious snacks for when we snuggle up? How does that sound?"
"YEAH!" the boys exclaimed before darting off to gather pillows and blankets to throw onto the sofa.
"They're all yours," you smiled at William, knowing he was the ultimate fort builder in the household.
And soon, the condo resonated with cheers. You put on some Christmas tunes while clearing the table, and the boys began their creative fort construction.
Meanwhile, you started gathering an assortment of snacks from your kitchen. Considering William's diverse eating habits – especially his penchant for candies brought back from Sweden – you prepared a snack board comprising various Canadian candies, the best Swedish treats, alongside nuts, fruits, and, of course, popcorn to mix things up a bit.
Christmas ambience filled the air of your home, creating a perfect day brimming with laughter and joy. And after a while, you once again heard the boys' excited shouts.
"We're done!" Eliot's voice echoed from the living room area. Looking up, you saw the little boys, along with their dad, had fashioned a beautiful architectural marvel from an assortment of pillows, blankets, duvets, and whatever else they could find.
"Wow, I can't wait to use my ticket to see how it looks on the inside," you exclaimed joyfully, joining the guys by the sofa as you carried the snack board.
"Looks like you've been quite creative yourself," William chuckled, admiring the variety of foods before pulling you in for a tender kiss.
"Ew..." Eliot teased, before the boys eagerly snuggled in under the tent made from a large bedsheet serving as the roof.
With laughter, you and William then presented your "tickets" to the boys to enter the fort along with the two family dogs. You couldn't help but praise the cosy space they'd created. They'd even taken some of your decorative fake candle lights and placed them inside. 
And then, firstly, you began playing the timeless classic...
"The Polar Express" was naturally the first film to watch. The boys adored it, and truth be told, so did you and William.
After several much-needed bathroom breaks, the boys selected the next movie: William's favourite, "The Grinch."
Though it might have been slightly more serious than what you'd typically show boys their age, you caved in because of their genuine love for it.
By the end of the second film, you had all snuggled up entirely, slowly dozing off for a nap. And so, you did.
What felt like a brief moment later, you suddenly awoke and nudged William, prompting the boys to gradually return to reality.
"Hey, boys, let's step out and have a quick round of real food," you softly suggested.
"But I'm not hungry," Eliot whined.
"I know, sweetheart, but you need real food in your tummy after all those snacks," you chuckled lightly.
"Alright."
Once everyone had finished a plate of leftovers, you were back in the fort with mugs filled with hot chocolate.
"Alright, what movie now?" William asked, ready for the next choice.
"When are we going to watch hockey?" Eliot asked, hopeful.
"Nope, no hockey today, Eliot - mom's orders," William chuckled, aware he had to disappoint his son, which made Eliot pout.
"But Uncle Alex is playing today," the boy whined, casting his best puppy-dog eyes towards you, knowing you might sway.
"Alright," you sighed softly. "But I believe we can manage one more movie before Uncle's match, huh?" you suggested, earning excited nods from the family.
And soon, everyone was engrossed in the following film, “Home Alone”, as William held you closely, speaking softly into your ear.
"I didn't think we could watch hockey today," he playfully remarked.
"Well, with all these snacks we've had today, I'm sure these boys won't even be awake for puck drop," you cheekily responded, turning your head slightly to meet your wonderful husband's eyes.
"Sneaky," he chuckled, before planting a kiss on your lips, pulling you a bit closer before easing back. "You're such an incredible mom, you know that, right?" He spoke softly, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb.
"And you're an incredible father," you timidly whispered. But William shook his head gently.
"I haven't even done half of what you've done with these boys - the way you're always there for them, handling every situation when I'm not around..."
You could tell this was something that often weighed on William's mind. But you also both knew this was the lifestyle you had chosen. He was the professional hockey player with season-long road trips, while you dedicated yourself to your family when not at work.
"And I've cherished every single minute of it... Sure, it's been tough. And, of course, I prefer it when you're home with us. But Willy... you're an amazing dad. You're always there for the boys - never doubt that" you reassured him, sensing a slight relaxation in his muscles in response to your words.
And so, with another sweet and tender kiss shared, you both returned to the movie, enjoying the warmth of your family time together.
As predicted, your two sons were fast asleep by the time the credits rolled across the screen. So, you and William then switched the TV to the local sports channel to catch Alex playing tonight's home match.
Despite dedicating the day to a Christmas-filled family time, you also held a soft spot for the sport, and naturally, you wanted to watch your brother-in-law play.
However, during the first period, your attention was swiftly diverted by William, who appeared to have shifted his focus from the game to you.
"What?" you chuckled lightly, catching his gaze.
"Nothing," he replied casually, but you weren't convinced. He had that mischievous look in his eyes that hinted at trouble. "You're just so beautiful."
Ah, he definitely had something on his mind.
Your eyes darted from side to side, noticing his widening grin and his attempts to divert his gaze momentarily towards the boys before returning to you.
"Oh no..." you chuckled again.
"What? No, what?" he innocently protested.
"Don't give me that look."
"What look?"
"You know – last time that happened, something happened," your eyes flickered toward Lucas, sound asleep by your legs, hinting that William's expression meant more than just a naughty thought.
"Well, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"
William had always valued family deeply. He adored his own immensely, and even when he was single, although he might not have envisioned having children, secretly, he hoped for it.
Sure, to everyone else, he was the laid-back, confident, cheeky guy with impressive hockey skills. But there were many sides to him, and one of those harboured a longing for a family.
Then, when you entered his life, it suddenly felt like a real possibility. Your mature and caring nature took him by surprise, and he fell harder for you than he ever imagined. So, after spending time in a committed relationship, navigating its highs and lows, the idea of creating a true family became a tangible goal for him.
In a way, he felt like a whole new person, although he didn’t change all that much despite becoming a little bit more mature. But it was all so right to him. You were the one he’d want to have by his side for the rest of his life, so after your first son was born, he’d quickly taken the next stepped and locked you down with a ring on that beautiful finger. Letting the world know you belonged to him.
"You're sure you want to try for another one?" you chuckled, your eyes scanning his face.
"Yeah... baby, I'd want a lot more if I could have it my way," he grinned back.
"Easy for you to say," you teased. "You're not the one carrying them around for nine months before having to squeeze them out of your tiny vagina..."
William couldn't help but find your little outburst amusing, though he knew you were right. You were both in agreement about this, so he understood he couldn't demand too much from you.
"No, you're kind of the expert in that area."
"Hmm..." You pondered his words, snuggling a bit more into his warm body. "Perhaps... we could try for another," you gently smiled. "Maybe we'll even manage to create a girl this time."
"I thought you loved having boys."
"Yeah, well, having now experienced all this testosterone running around all the time, I wouldn't mind a little girlyness as well."
"Hmm... well then I guess we'll just have to practice real hard to make the perfect little baby girl," William nudged into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses.
"Oh yeah, I think we'll have to put in some extra work for this one," you softly breathed out, letting his tender touch take over. 
And before you knew it, you both agreed on carrying each boy into their respective rooms, tucking them nicely in, before leaving the kitchen and living room in the Christmas mess is was, and spend the evening making love in hope for another member to your little family. 
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papireigns-05 · 9 months
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Liar! Lair...?
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The following morning you were awakened by little footsteps and the sound of your two youngest sons bursting into your room and jumping onto the bed. You were happily greeting them a good morning and cuddling and kissing them. Asking them “ Where is your brother?” One of them responded, “ he’s still sleeping.” “No, I'm not.” hearing your oldest yell as he walked down the hallway entering your room.
Still standing in the doorway you reach your arms out for your soon-to-come to join you in bed. You could use some time with your boys after staying up half the night stalking the girl from your burner Instagram account. To say that the bitch has pissed you off was the least you could say.  After taking some time to find her account you began looking through her post. Constantly, posting half-nude pictures and videos shaking her ass. Subliminal messages about your man on her story. The kicker of all this was that your husband had liked most if not all of her ass-shaking pics dating back to a little bit before Summerslam last year. 
I felt sick to my stomach. I was wondering how could Josh do this. How I am supposed to talk to him about it? Snapping out of your thoughts when your son Micah asked “Mama can we call daddy?” Looking at your phone see the time and quickly come up with the excuse of it being too early and that he was probably still asleep. Saying okay you son quickly let it go.  
“How about yall stay in here and watch tv while mommy goes back to sleep for a little bit and when I get up we can make breakfast. Then we can go and do something that yall want to do. How does that sound?” They all agreed, turning your tv on low for them. You quickly took out your phone, taking a quick pic of you and them posting it to your story “lazy mornings with my babies 💙”. Putting your phone away closing your eye for a little more sleep. 
You woke up about two hours later. Your sons were no longer in your bed. Getting up going to brush your teeth and wash your face. Looking for your sons in the bowels of your home you find all three in the game room watching tv. “Hey what are y’all doing in here?” you questioned. “They were being loud so I brought them in here so they wouldn’t bother you.” Your oldest answered. “Okay, are y’all ready to make breakfast? What do you want?” “PANCAKES” shouted your youngest two. You swear they are twins with the way they act. T 
You quickly shuffled downstairs with your kids in tow. Grabbing everything you needed for breakfast eggs pancake mix. “ blueberries or chocolate” you asked. They started arguing over berries and chocolate. Then you oldest suggested both. Gross you thought to yourself but whatever makes them happy. As you started to prepare the batter, your phone began to ring. 
“Mama it’s Daddy can I answer it?,” Nemah said, picking up the phone. Nodding your head yes even though dreading to have to speak with your husband. 
“Daddy” they all chorused when Josh’s face appeared on the screen. They all went into the living room to speak with their father saying how much they missed him and they couldn’t wait for him to come home. Hearing his response sounding the same, doting and asking his sons how they have been.Your son comes back into the kitchen with the phone. “Daddy wants to talk to you,” Taj said, handing you the phone. Taking it, keeping up that facade that everything was alright between you and your husband. 
Turning off the burner and removing the pancakes you told your sons you’d be right back. Taking the call into your home office to speak more freely to your husband. 
As soon as you close the door you hear Jey’s voice boom. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls? I’ve been tryna call yo ass since last night.” He quipped. Taking the easier route you replied “. My phone was on, do not disturb, I didn't see your calls.” 
“Bullshit! You've been ignoring me” he bellowed. “Okay since you know I've been ignoring you, why are you even on my line with this shit?” You commented. 
“ You sent me that shit last night and you ain’t even give me time to explain.” You stared at the phone for a minute before finally responding. “Nigga, why should I all you gone do is lie.” “Baby” he pleaded with you “ I ain’t touch that girl.” Looking at his brown eyes through the phone you wanted to believe you really did but something in the back of your mind said Hell Naw.
“You expect me to believe that…? You expect me to listen to anything you have to say after you’ve been lying for months.” I asked when the video first leaked, did you know that girl, and what do you tell me nah she's just a fan I was drunk it ain’t mean nothing.” Taking a deep breath you pressed on. “Then I see you leaving hand in hand with this girl from your hotel. I'm just supposed to sit here like a good little wife and believe you. Nah nigga you go the game fucked up.”
“ Y/N please I’m telling you the truth but yo stubborn ass not listening.” He begged. “Nah I’m good on that have a good day” clicking the end button hanging up the phone putting it back on DND. Yea, this nigga got me fucked all the way up. You thought to yourself sucking your teeth. 
Going back into the kitchen to finish cooking breakfast. 
Jey’s POV
I tried to call Y/N back but it went straight to voicemail. Fuck. Frustrated, I chucked my phone at the wall. 
Jon rushed out of the bathroom and put his hand on my shoulder. “Yo uce you good.?” “I’m straight.” I shrugged him off. 
“You don’t look straight. You just threw yo phone at the wall and broke it. So what’s up.” 
“Bruh I told you I straight get outta here with dat.” He aggravating me for real. 
“Oh Y/N must not be talking to your sorry ass. Shit ion blame her.”
“What the fuck you say?” I said, stepping to Jon. 
“Gone head get outta my face. This ain’t what you want. I'm your big brother and I still whoop your ass.” He pushed me back a little. “Don’t miss direct your anger at me you the one that fucked up. I told you months ago to kick shawty to the curb and look at your ass looking stupid.”
I clenched my fist as I listened to him. Wanting to defend myself “ I swear to god I ain’t fucking or fucked her.”
“Nah you might not be fucking her but something went down. Cuz either shawty looney or something happened for her to keep popping up around yo ugly ass.” He puzzled on. “So what is it?” 
Taking a deep breath I started to tell him how me and Tiana started to reconnect when I came across her IG a few weeks before Summerslam this past year. She messaged me and started talking. She asked me to meet up and hang out and catch up. I told her I was going to be busy because it was right before the PPV. 
She said she was going to be in Nashville that weekend so we could meet up then. I invited her and her friend to the after-party we had. She was drinking and talking and she started to dance with me. I told her to stop but it was too late. Someone had already got it on video. 
You remember how drunk she was so I took her back to the hotel. On the way there she keep touching me and tryna fuck me I told her to chill out but I was driving she took my pants off and started to suck me. I pulled over and pushed her away. I told her I was happily married. 
She kept going on and on about how my dick was hard and I wanted it to. That she ain’t see no ring on my finger so I couldn’t be that happy.  I told her to chill and I dropped her off at the hotel. I told her to block me and leave me alone. 
Then a few days ago she hit me up saying that she was coming to the show this Friday and she wanted to meet up and apologize. I invited her to my room and Y/N overheard her when she knocked on the door the other day. 
We talked and she apologized. She took me out that night and before I could even process what was happening she kissed me.  I kissed her back for a minute before I pushed away and left. I haven't talked to her since last night. 
After listening to everything Jon finally spoke. “You know you're wrong right? I told you back at SummerSlam when we all met up not to get involved with that girl.” He spoke. “ I told her intentions weren't what you thought. Now look at you sitting here feeling sorry for yourself when the only person you should be sorry for is your wife.” “
You got her out here looking stupid because you can’t get your shit together.” Sucking his teeth. “You better hope when you tell Y/N this shit she forgives you. Cuz boy are you fucked.”
“What you mean uce? I ain’t telling her.”  
“Bruh what. You need to tell her cuz if she finds out a different way she will be even more mad.”
There was a knock at the door. I hear Tiana’s voice asking for me. 
Jon looks at me and says “You better handle that uce.”
Fuck I thought running my hands over my face. Jon opens the door brushing past her saying good to see you and shouts “I’ll catch up with you later.” Say bye to Tiana leaving the two of us there. 
“What are you doing here..?” I asked. “Came to apologize.” She said. I scoffed “you did enough of that late night you need to leave. Ion wanna see you until Friday at the show and then you’ll be about my life for good.” 
“Excuse me you can’t sit and act like I’m the only one in the wrong. It takes two to tango, and I remember correctly you invited me here yesterday and agreed to go out with me.” She retorted 
“Yea, I did that because I thought you were trying to apologize. Not still tryna fuck me. I told you multiple times that I’m married and I don’t want you.” I finally say. 
“Oh, that is not what your lips were saying last night when they were on mine. Shit I would hate for that little wife of yours to find out. Or maybe she already knows.” Taking out her phone she showed the dm she was ready to send Y/N when we were together last night. 
“Okay, what do you want? Money, clothes, jewelry….?” I asked 
“Nah nothing like that.” She smirked
“Okay, then what is that you want?” I questioned again. 
“Oh, it's simple. YOU” she stated
I gulped
Y/N POV
After breakfast, you decided that instead of sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself. You decided to take the boys out for that day. 
You got them dressed Taj and Micah put up a fight because they wanted to wear matching outfits. They should’ve just been twins I swear. Okay after getting dressed and out of the house. You stop they the mall to exchange Micah's new shoes he got for Christmas because they didn’t fit. They just keep growing.
While in Foot Locker the boys saw all white forces immediately asking if they could get a pair to match their dad and uncle. You wanted to say no but seeing their eyes light up at how much they admired that man. Ugh, two hundred and fifty dollars later your boys were content.
 Making one more stop at Bath and body works. Y’all left and headed to defy gravity so they could jump and play around. After two hours of playing, they were finally worn out. So you took them to get lunch.  After lunch, you head to the grocery store to get ingredients for the pizza you and the boys would make tonight. It was about 6 when you finally got home. You sent the boys upstairs to bathe. While you showered. 
Looking at your phone even though you didn’t want to talk to him, at least thought he would call again. Shrugging it off stepping into the steamy shower. Letting the water run down your back as you quickly wash yourself. Getting dressed heading downstairs to see the boys on the couch waiting for you. It was about 7.
 Ok let’s make pizza and while that is cooking we can make a fort and watch a movie and have dinner down here. About 2 hours later you look and see all your boys knocked out mid-movie.
 You get up off the floor going into your loft where your baby grand is. Scrolling on your phone bored out of your mind. You decided to go on live and play some music for the people. After playing you a little bit you hear footsteps and see Nehemiah coming into the loft.
 “Hey baby, what are you doing up?” “I couldn’t sleep, I miss Daddy.” Your heartstrings ached. “You wanna sit with me while I’m on live.” He quickly sits down beside you on the piano bench. 
“You have any song requests baby boy? You asked him. “Can you play that old song you and daddy always listen to?” Rattling off songs to see which one he is talking about. He shakes his head no “The old one you played at your wedding.” He said  “ A song for you,” you asked.He nodded his head. 
You started to play the keys on the piano and singing.
‘ I've been so many places in my life and time 
I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
I've acted out my life in stages                                                                        With ten thousand people watching
But we're alone now                                                                                        And I'm singing this song to you 
Nemah leaning his head into your shoulder listening to you sing. Turning and kissing his head you continued to sing.
 I know your image of me                                                                                   Is what I hoped to be 
I treated you unkindly
 But darling, can't you see?
There's no one more important to me                                                            Baby, can't you see through me? 
'Cause we're alone now                                                                                  And I'm singing this song to you’ 
Looking at the screen you see your husband had joined the steam flooding you with blue hearts. 
You finished up the song with a tear rolling down your cheek. Joshua always knew when to show up at the right time. Thinking of it as fate. Maybe y’all would be okay.
Taking your phone out and texting Josh and I love you. His response being I love you more. With the same blue hearts. Putting your phone aside, closing your eyes.
 You hear your phone ping. Seeing it was a request from Tiana. Opening it quickly you see it was a video of her and Josh at a club with him kissing all over her neck. Saving the video and closing out the app. You thought to yourself “Oh this bitch needs to be put down.”  
Part 1
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plussizefantasia · 5 months
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Little Stinker
Flufftober Day 30: Pumpkin Carving
Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader
Word Count: 1.7k
AN: This is a continuation of Day 21's Story: Good Punkins. Steve and Little Dude have my whole heart I stg. I can't believe that we only have one more day! This was such a fun experience and I think I'm a much better writer than I was when I started. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow for the last day of Flufftober!
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Your little family had gone to the pumpkin patch on Saturday, little dude had been so tired that he passed out in his car seat on the way home and didn’t even stir when you lifted him out of his car seat and into the house.
However, in all of his five and half years on this planet, Caleb James has never slept past 7:00 am. That is why you were not at all surprised when the door to yours and Steve’s shared bedroom creaked open at about 7:05.
“Momma.” Caleb had whispered. Trying to climb up onto the very tall bed that you and your husband shared. “Momma gotta get up. Gotta put faces on our punkins.” 
“CJ, it’s too early to carve our pumpkins. We can do that in the afternoon, okay baby?” You pulled him up from his armpits and swung him over your body. Landing him in the space between you and Steve. “Plus, Mommy needs her cuddles. Can I have some cuddles, baby boy?” 
“Course Momma, I loves your cuddles.”
“And I love yours, baby.” 
“Do I get some cuddles too?” Steve’s sleep-coated voice rasped from beside you. His large arm curled around your waist and pulled both you and Caleb into his chest. His other arm came around from his side and trapped you and the little man in a bear hug.
“Daddy!” Caleb giggled. “You’re squeezing me!”
“Am I?” Steve asked. Squeezing the two of us a little tighter.
“Yeah, Daddy you’re squeezing too tight!” Caleb fought to say in between his giggles. Steve loosened his arms just a little bit, still holding firmly but allowing some space. 
“Cuddles for a little bit then I’ll make breakfast and we can talk about what to do with the pumpkins okay?” You asked your boys.
“Otay Momma,” Caleb said as he snuggled deeper into your chest. Slow mornings like this were your favorite. Just being able to exist with the people you love most in the world made everything worth it.
Your family sat in bed for another hour or two, Caleb drifted in and out of sleep and you and Steve just watched each other and your baby in content silence. 
Eventually, your husband's super metabolism caught up to him, and his stomach started to growl. He looked sheepish and a little bit upset that he had ruined the moment. You just laughed and kissed his forehead and your son’s before slipping out of bed and making your way downstairs to start breakfast.
If there was one thing Caleb had inherited from his father it was his appetite. Your boys would go through mountains of food if they could. For this breakfast, you made pancakes, some with chocolate chips for Caleb and some with banana slices for Steve. You cooked some scrambled eggs and fried up some sausage and bacon. You cut and peeled fruit to make a fruit salad, juiced oranges, and set the table. By the time you were done, your kitchen looked like a photoshoot for a cookbook. 
All that food only lasted your boys about thirty minutes though, before the table was cleared and Steve was up and cleaning the dishes and countertops.
“Can we put faces on our punkins now Momma?” Caleb had asked. 
“Sure baby, why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed while Daddy and I bring in the pumpkins from the car?” You had barely finished your question before your little man was racing up the stairs toward his room to get himself ready for the day.
You laughed and finished the last bit of the coffee left in your mug before you slipped on some shoes and made your way out to your car. You grabbed a pumpkin under each arm and started heading back inside. Before you made it more than three steps your show-off husband had taken them out of your arms and back inside.
It seemed like Steve wouldn’t let you lift any pumpkins this year, even if it was just from your car to your house. 
You had begun to get the kitchen table all set up for carving pumpkins. You covered the table in newspaper and grabbed three mixing bowls from your cabinets. You grabbed Sharpies and tape, some paper to draw on, and all the different kinds of knives that you’d need. 
By the time everything was set up, Caleb was making his way downstairs, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.
“It’s punkin time Momma!” He yelled.
“Yeah baby, time to carve our pumpkins.” Three pumpkins were sitting on the kitchen table. Two of them were pretty large, with one flater side perfect for carving. Those were the ones Caleb had picked for you and Steve. His own was slightly smaller but taller rather than wider. 
“What do you want to carve on your pumpkin little man?” You asked Caleb after helping him up onto the chair, making sure that he was okay to stand and wouldn’t fall.
“Uncle Tony!” 
“You want to carve Uncle Tony’s face on your pumpkin?”
“No Momma, not his face. His mask, the one on the suit.”
“You want to carve the Iron Man face baby?” 
“Yeah Momma, and you can carve Auntie Nat’s widow and Daddy can carve his shield!’
“You want us to have Avenger pumpkins buddy?” Steve asked. “I thought you wanted faces?”
“Mine will have a face. Uncle Tony’s mask has a face.”
He had a point. “Okay little man, let's look at how to draw Uncle Tony’s mask.”
Twenty minutes later, Steve had finished sketching each design on your pumpkin, you had forgone doing Nat’s symbol for doing an actual spider. You’d made sure to include the signature hourglass shape on the back of the sider though, just to keep on theme.
Steve had grumbled the whole time he was drawing Tony’s mask. “He’s my kid?” “Why does he want Tony’s mask?” “My shield is so cool.” All muttered under his breath.
“Steve honey, to Caleb you’re just dad. You’re not Captain America, the first super soldier. You're the man who makes dinner and takes him to the park. He thinks Tony’s mask is cool, sure. But he loves you.”
“How do you always have the right words?” Steve asked you, sharpie still gripped in his hands.
“You have your powers I have mine.” You teased, kissing him chastely. 
“Momma help.” Caleb had called out from the kitchen table.
“What do you need help with baby,?” You moved across the room towards him.
“Can you cut the top open so I can get the guts out?’ he asked.
“Absolutely buddy, I’ll cut off the top and then you can use your spoon to get in here okay?” You grabbed the serrated knife from the table. You began to see at the top of the pumpkin, making sure to keep it as neat as you could. So that the lid could be put back on when you brought them back outside.
Steve stood back and watched you help Caleb with his pumpkin. Overwhelmed with love, he took out his phone and sent a picture to the group chat. 
Avengers-themed pumpkins, courtesy of little dude. The text message read.
He snapped a few more photos of you with your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth like it usually did when you were focused. You finished cutting the top off of Caleb’s pumpkin and started on yours. Eventually moving on to Steve’s as well. 
Steve and Caleb were on scooping duty, given that you absolutely couldn’t stand pumpkin insides. They smelled and looked horrible and you just couldn’t deal with them. While the boys were scooping, you were warming up some apple cider that you had bought at the farm yesterday along with the pumpkins. You weren’t expecting to be ambushed by your husband when you returned to the table though.
Steve held in his hands a spoon piled high with pumpkin insides. He and Caleb were both giggling like children and Steve counted down from three before chasing you with the spoon.
You shrieked and ran away, hearing the cackling of your little boy from somewhere behind you. “Steve!” You ducked and dodged. “Steven Grant! I swear to all that is holy.” He continued to chase him, laughing along with Caleb who was still perched on his chair at the dining table. You managed to circle Steve and dashed towards your son. 
You grabbed onto Caleb and held him in front of you like a human shield. “What’s your move, Rogers.” You raised your eyebrow at your husband. “Drop the spoon and nobody gets hurt.” You pulled Caleb closer to you. 
"You wouldn’t dare.” Was Steve’s response, matching your raised eyebrow. 
“Watch me.” In one fell swoop, you dropped your hands to Caleb’s sides and started tickling the little boy. His laugh increased in pitch and he started trying to wriggle out of your hold.
"It’s up to you Honey, I don’t know how much longer he can last.” You laughed and continued to tickle your little boy, making sure that he was still having fun at the same time.
“You’re an evil woman you know that?” Steve asked you before theatrically placing the spoon down on the table. You stopped ticking Caleb as soon as the spoon was down and both you and Steve chuckled to yourself as his giggles died down and he tried to catch his breath.
“That was funny Momma.” He told you.
“What was funny, Daddy chasing me with yucky pumpkin guts or all the tickles?"
“Both.” 
“Oh yeah?” You blew a raspberry on the side of his cheek. “You’re a little stinker.”
“The stinkiest” Steve agreed.
Caleb began to laugh once again and you and Steve followed suit.
Moments like this made all of it worth it. Steve's mind echoed your thoughts from that morning. Having both you and Caleb was like a dream come true. He would do it all over again if it meant that he would have you. That much he was sure of. Even if his son wanted a Tony Stark pumpkin for Halloween.
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starsfic · 11 months
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Spicynoodles prompt: since a lot of people write about MK being attracted to Red’s muscles maybe write the reverse?
For example, the gang is at the beach and MK is eating his ice cream but it falls on his shirt and jacket. Red sees him taking it off, but he never expected to see MK has *muscles* and notices his trans scars too.
MK: Red, you ok?
Red: I..I..am… fine……..
The Weather Station attendant looked nervous at the sight of him.
Red Son didn’t blame them. After all, if he were in the presence of such a mighty demon prince, one who had taken over this establishment, he would be nervous too. A hand grabbed his shoulder and a warm chime spoke right against his skin. “Private deck three, please!”
Except he wasn’t a mighty demon prince right now, he was here to hang out.
After everything that had gone down, it was decided that everyone needed a break. Not just one day, like today, but a long break. Thankfully, the universe seemed to agree. Especially with Red’s luck with Noodle Boy gripping his shoulder, his body warm against his.
The attendant relaxed and nodded. “Head up the stairs,” he informed. “We have a free ice cream bar, make your own tanghulu, as well as a private pool-” Before Red could take in the entire list, Xiaojiao squealed, “Free ice cream!” And then he was being yanked past the attendant and up the stairs, Xiaotian laughing as he held onto his other hand.
The private deck was set up very nicely. As stated, there was a small private pool with what had to be the ice cream and tanghulu bar. There was even a control panel to control the weather.
Red decided to ignore that.
He arranged his stuff on one of the chairs. Xiaotian and Xiaojiao had left their stuff on the floor in the quest for ice cream, so he found himself picking up their stuff and arranging it on the chairs next to him. If he took the chance to have Noodle Boy next to him in order to sate the warmth that had been growing in his chest, he was busy at the ice cream bar. He couldn’t say a word.
(He ignored Sun Wukong’s eye wriggle.)
Red sat down on the chair in time to watch the blue man yell “POOL TIME!” and jump in. The pig yelped as the water sloshed over him before the scholar cackled and hopped in. He couldn’t help a snicker at Wukong’s own yelp as he turned his face to the sun and allowed himself to soak.
“Awww, my shirt!” Red looked over at the whine. Xiaotian stood there, some ice cream on his shirt. It looked like chocolate ice cream based on the brown. He whined as he eyed the stain. “Well, this is something that’s gonna go in the wash.” He set his bowl of ice cream down and yanked off his shirt. 
Red felt his hair spark alight.
He was no stranger to being drooled over. He could never forget how wide Xiaotian’s eyes got when he took off his shirt and revealed his toned form. That had sent him onto a cloud of pride the rest of the day. Now, however, it seemed to be his turn.
And what a turn.
The Noodle Boy was slightly chubbier than him, thanks to the pig’s love language of food. That didn’t hide the muscle that was clear as the younger man stretched. Not even the scars littering his form, including two scars under his chest, ruined the look. 
“Red?” Shit, he was looking at him now. “You okay?”
Red nodded and felt his hair spark at a snicker. Still, he couldn’t look away, not with that fine view. “I…am fine.”
Definitely fine.
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starless-starkov · 1 year
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WHERE AM I? | Jacaerys Velaryon
summary: you just wanted to watch a movie after work, not find some random person in your living room bleeding.
jacaerys velaryon x reader (modern au)
warnings: corny jokes, jace being like daemon, blood, me not knowing anything about medical procedures and cosplay but pretending i do!
authors note: english is not my first language! this is an au, jace will be 18+ in this story. Rhaenyra is queen and no war happened in this book for future references.
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
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YOU HAD TAKEN a double shift a work so to say you were tired would be an understatement. All you wanted and had planned to do was: to go home, take a nice hot bath with candles around you, then put on your comfiest pjs and drink hot chocolate and watch a horror movie because what’s not fun about scaring yourself?
What you didn’t know want is to find a roughly same age guy as you in weird ass clothing bleeding. On your couch. That was not what you wanted.
So like any rational person the first thing you do when you see someone you don’t know and bleeding, you screamed. Quite loud considering the mystery man woke up himself shouting too.
Until he saw you, he stopped as did you but that didn’t stop you from grabbing a pan and staring at him with wide eyes.
“Where am I?” The man asks, he mumbles rather than speaking out loud.
“In my house, you psychopath!” You shriek like it was obvious, waving the pan around. The man groans and removes his hand off a place on his hip only for blood to spill, so that’s where the blood was coming from. He leans back on your couch covering the wound again
“Oh my god.” You groan— blood was not your thing. You look at him and the cabinet where your first aid kit was at. And slowly relax yourself but still cautious but no longer holding the pan, “Want a first aid kit?”
“A what?” He responds, throwing his head back, groaning in pain. If you weren’t scared by the fact he was bleeding you would’ve found that very attractive.
“Oh… I’ll do it.” You say once you notice the blood spilling past his fingers most likely making a mess on your floor now, “Take your clothes off.”
“Hmm, my clothes off?” The man smirks bitting back the groan of pain as you walk closer to him with the green first aid bag.
“You know what you can bleed on the floor, who cares?” You say turning to back to walk back to the kitchen but get stopped by his groan and sorry, “Wasn’t so hard was it, darling?”
He doesn’t get to answer as you take off his red and black cloak, and lift his tunic up before taking out the things you need: alcohol-free wipe and the things needed to stitch his skin back together. You put on a pair of gloves not wanting to have bloody hands after.
You clean the wound, and slap his thigh when he jumps telling him to stop jumping, and then procedure to stitch his skin back together. And as revenge for bleeding on your couch, you told him it was going to hurt the second you started stitching his skin.
“Ah, there we go. Done!” You say and put down the things and clapping your bloody gloved hands together. You stand up grabbing the things you used and walking back to the kitchen and throwing them away— and the gloves then washing your hands.
You see the guy close to falling asleep but you’ll let him sleep after he’s showered because well— you didn’t want anymore bloody things.
“Hey, guy, man, boy.” You say rushing over to him and snapping your fingers in his face in attempt to wake him up and thank god he does.
He just groans in response.
“What’s your name?” You ask, flicking his forehead as you notice him closing his eyes. His eyes open wide at the gesture and stares at you with wide eyes, seemingly offended.
“Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and heir to the Iron Throne.” He says, sitting up with a very loud painful groan.
“Okay? Are you cosplayer or something?” You ask, looking at him as if he’s a weirdo.
“A what?”
“You know… cosplayer. The ones who dress up as characters for a living.” You say gesturing with your hand as in way for him to think.
“No.” He deadpans, looking at you blankly, “What’s your name.”
“Y/N. Another question.” You say, holding your finger up to stop him from saying anything, “What the hell is your outfit? What are you trying to dress up as? A man from the 1700s?”
“Excuse me? This is what men wear in Westeros, if anything, what are you wearing.” He says, in a sassy tone, looking at you up and down taking in your outfit.
You had been wearing a rather basic outfit today— a pair of black jeans and a white slogan shirt with gold jewellery to pair with it.
“It’s called clothes that are appropriate for the 21st century.” You say coolly, rolling your eyes at him, “Also, who the hell is Queen Rhaenyra, like where do you come from?”
“I said earlier, Westeros.” He replies.
“Where is that?” You ask, moving your head to side as you shake it in confusion.
He sighs, before shaking his head, “I originally come from Kings Landing— Red Keep to be exact, which is Westeros but I currently reside in Dragonstone which is also in Westeros.” He explains.
“Where is that on google maps?” You say taking your phone out, as he looks at you in complete confusion. The poor man, looked utterly lost. “You know like which continent: Asia, Africa, Europe etc?”
“What is… that?” he questions, pointing to your phone.
“A phone.” You say in a duh tone, “Don’t you have one?”
“I’ve never heard of a phone.” He admits.
“What? Really?” You exclaim, “Man, that makes you really think about other countries— anyway. Like I said what continent is this, Westirae on?”
“Westeros.” He corrects, “Westeros is a continent.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” You respond grinning. As he narrows his eyes on you. You once again show him your phone.
But a loud bang and the sound of people falling at your door divert your attention.
The sight before you has incredibly confused, “What the fuck?”
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sweetpeapod · 2 years
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In The Middle Of Nowhere - Part One
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Summary: There's Only One Bed meets Fake Dating meets Friends To Lovers. We've got a blending of tropes going on in this one! When your Mom invites the family friends and their creepy son along on your vacation, you beg your best friend Eddie to fake date you and join your family to keep the handsy boy at bay.
Word Count: 1,634
Warnings: (full series, not just this chapter. Will be updated as needed) Creepy family friend, swearing, inappropriate touching, jealous!Eddie, fem!reader
A/N: This is my second Eddie x Reader series! Hope you like it 💚 this was started as an entry to @spiderrrling & @uglypastels writing challenge and will continue over the next few weeks. Right now there isn't a set plan to how many parts it is. I'm excited to share this with you all 🥺
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"By the way, we've invited the Johnson’s to join us at the cabin next week." Your mom’s voice rang out.
Walking through the kitchen door with the remaining grocery bags, you drop them on the counter. Your eyes are locked onto the back of your mom’s head, hoping you had misheard her.
"What? Why?" You can’t help but whine.
You had nothing against the older Johnson’s, but their son was a different story altogether, even the thought of him had your skin crawling.
"Because they're our friends.” She turns to face you, hands on hips, the signature mom stance. “And it'd do you good to make more of an effort with Ross, he's a lovely young boy. You could do worse, you know."
Internally you’re gagging, but outwardly you resort to rolling your eyes, earning a sharp look from your mother.
"Mom, no. That's not happening. He's not a lovely boy, he's a creep.” You shiver at just the reminder of how many times you’ve caught him looking down your top. Or the many excuses he finds to touch you every time his family visits. “And anyway, I- I have a boyfriend!” Where the actual fuck did that come from? Shit.
"A boyfriend? You've never mentioned him before. What's his name?" She’s onto you, clear disbelief in her voice. Which, ouch, that stung. You’ve always had male friends but never a boyfriend and your mom is all too aware of that fact. She’s constantly trying to introduce you to her friend’s sons, eagerly nudging you in their direction at every chance she gets.
"Name?” You say the first person you think of, without really thinking it through at all. “His name is - Eddie.” Why did you say Eddie? You clench your fists by your sides, it’s too late to back out now. “It's Eddie. You know, Eddie. He's my boyfriend now.” Even if he doesn’t know it yet. “And- and I was going to ask if I could bring him with us. You know, since he’s my boyfriend." The words were escaping you before you could capture them today, and you only hoped you were able to pull this lie off.
"Oh, well I suppose he can come. He's a nice young man, could do with a haircut and some new clothes, but he's always so polite.” Your mom was one of the few parents in this town that actually liked Eddie. She’s always more than happy with him visiting, insisting he stays for dinner and practically forcing him to take home any leftovers for himself and his uncle.
“Okay, invite him.” She smiles and nods at you, continuing to put the groceries away. With her back to you, you let out a breath, your shoulders sagging in relief. “But the Johnson’s are still coming."
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"Eddie..."
You hightailed it over to the trailer park as soon as you physically could after the conversation with your mom that morning.
So now here you are, standing on the steps in front of your nerdy best friend, who is leaning against the door frame looking down at you with those chocolate button eyes. His unruly hair is more of a bird's nest at this point, in desperate need of a wash and brush. The sweats he’s wearing are hanging low on his hips and he’s wearing the t-shirt he stole off you last time he was at your house. The sight begins to leave you feeling a little breathless before you catch yourself, he’s your friend. And you’re here on a mission.
"What do you want?" Eddie cuts to the chase, chewing on a slice of toast that seems to have appeared out of thin air.
"What, no hello?” You chuckle nervously, prolonging the inevitable.
“Hello kiddo.” He mocks, teasing you with the nickname he knows you hate. You’re one year younger than him and he loves nothing more than offering you ‘an elder’s wisdom’ and telling you how ‘back in his day…’. You can’t resist rolling your eyes at his antics. “So, what do you want?”
“Nothing. What do you- I don't want anything. What are you talking about?" You're fidgeting, stop fidgeting. You know he’s going to pick up on it, the way you’re pulling at your sleeve and scuffing your shoe along the ground. Eddie has always been observant, he’d know if you were lying without you even making a sound.
"You're doing that thing, with your voice. Where it sounds all squeaky." He’s got that knowing, cocky tone to his voice. You’re internally cursing him for how he knows you too well.
"I'm not squeaky!"
You are.
"What do you want, little mouse?" Eddie leans forwards as he speaks, lowering his face to yours. He’s teasing you, baiting you.
You resist, just a little longer.
"How would you like a free vacation?" You can hear the awkwardness in your voice as you ask the, almost truthful, question.
"A free vacation?" He’s twisting a strand of his hair around his finger, the same finger that was holding his toast that is now coated in crumbs and melted butter. If you were going to take him on your family holiday, you seriously needed to get him in the shower stat. He might be your best friend but he could be so gross sometimes.
"Yeah, we're going up to the cabin next week and mom said I could bring someone."
"Did she now?”
“Yeah…” You taper off seeing Eddie notice the remnants of toast on his finger, he brings it to his mouth. Your stomach clenches at the sight of him as he begins to suck and lick it clean.
Your stomach isn’t the only part of you that clenches.
Feeling a warmth settle on your cheeks, you push those thoughts aside. Eddie is your friend. Just your friend. Nothing more. You’ve never wanted it to be more. This morning is clearly just a momentary lapse of sanity.
“What's the catch?"
"No catch. None. Just, perhaps, maybe, you could do me just a little favour?" You hold your thumb and index finger out in front of you, indicating a small gap between them and smiling sweetly up at the boy in front of you.
"That's a catch, little mouse." He taps you softly on the nose, laughing as you scrunch it up.
"Eddie, please."
"What's the favour?"
"Pretend to be my boyfriend?" Your words come out a little jumbled from the way you practically vomit them at him.
"I'm sorry, what? Pretend to be your boyfriend?" That definitely caught him off guard. He goes back to standing up straight, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. You think you see a slight flush over his face but it could just be the afternoon sun catching up with him.
Time to be honest, no more beating around the bush.
"Look my mom is trying to pawn me off on this creep and I panicked okay?” Your arms are flapping by your sides, anxiety eating you up. “I kind of already said you were my boyfriend.” This time your words are muffled as one of your hands comes up to your face, beginning to nervously chew on your nails.
“Eddie please! I never ask you for anything!"
"You ask me for rides all the time. I'm basically your personal chauffeur at this point." He shrugs.
"Okay so I ask for one-"
He cuts you off, a grin on his face.
"And you asked to steal my fries just the other night at the diner."
"Yeah but-"
You’re cut off again. You can see the glint in his eyes, he’s enjoying tormenting you.
"And what about when you practically begged me to be your fake boyfriend?"
"I’m not begging, I’m asking!" There’s that squeaky voice again.
"Maybe you should, my little mouse."
Wait, what? Was he honestly asking you to beg him to do this? He was going to be the death of you. You didn’t know if you could handle a week of him. All day, every day for a week.
"I don't hear any begging. Actually, I think I'll be busy next week..." Eddie turns, moving to close the door on you.
"Ugh fine.” You grab the door, stopping him from shutting you out. “Eddie, handsome, kind, Eddie. Would you please, please do me the honour of being my fake boyfriend so that my mom will get off my back and the creep will leave me the hell alone?"
"Hmm, maybe." The metalhead shrugs, his face scrunching to show he’s not impressed.
"Maybe?" What more does he want from you? Doesn’t he realise you’re already embarrassed enough asking him to save you from some perv by pretending to be your boyfriend for a week.
"Begging normally requires some knee action right?" He gives you the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen. His finger pointing to the ground in front of you.
You sigh deeply, cursing him silently as you lower yourself to your knees. The gravel digs in through the thin denim that covers your legs, making you wince just a little.
"Eddie, you're the best friend a girl could have. And this girl, here on her knees, is begging you to take pity on her in her time of need." You’re peering up at him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. Softly, you take his hand, bringing it to your face. "Please Eddie, oh master of the dungeons."
You finish your begging with a gentle kiss, placed on the palm of his hand.
"O-okay." You miss the way Eddie stutters, the way his adam apple bobs in his throat as your lips press against his skin.
"Okay? Yes?” Scrambling back up to your feet, you throw yourself into Eddie’s arms, not noticing the way he melts into your touch. “Thank you thank you thank you!"
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mellomak22-blog · 7 months
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Can you do a pre-wednesday Tyler, like right after he comes back from boot camp, and the reader goes to the coffee shop and he's working there, and the reader doesn't realize he's back and she's always had a bit of a crush on him but is still weary of him because of the incident that happened with Xavier.
The show Wednesday! Okay, I can do that. Here's a cute and awkward first interaction with Tyler Galpin ever since he returned from boot camp. Here goes :)
Desc: awkward fluff, feminine presenting reader. Use of she/her
Warnings: none
Ding ding! The tiny little bell on the counter rang through Tyler’s ears. Normally, the Weathervane never got busy. They got a few of their regulars each day, and during autumn, it got a little crowded. But it was never this busy.
“Tyler, get that!” His father shouted from the break room, sitting in a chair with a newspaper in hand. Tyler was in the back, making practice of his latte art. The clover he just tried to do getting messed up, adding to his frustration. A long sigh draws from his lips. Sheriff Galpin was a hardass. He was especially hard on his son when he didn’t live up to the expectations Donovan wanted him to meet. Acting like a total dick in school was just the icing on the cake. His dad sent him to boot camp, with the hopes of his son returning “a better man” who’d get himself a job (Apparently being a barista boy would do that).
It was only Tyler’s second day working at the Weathervane cafe, and he wasn’t thrilled having to work on such a busy day when normally all he could do was make a cup of coffee from a Keurig machine.
Y/N sighs. When am I going to get a coffee? She slams her palm on the bell, ringing it rapidly. Dingdingdingdingdingdi-
“Coming!” Queue Tyler Galpin. He flashes a polite smile and pushes his annoyance down into his throat. “Sorry about the wait! What can I get you?” He leans in, folding his arms on the counter and looking joyfully at his customer. Y/N gulps, and it feels like all the eyes are on her. Tyler wasn’t supposed to be here, she was supposed to ring the bell and her best friend was supposed to drag herself out and her mood would change and they’d bounce up and down together and-
“Hello? Miss?” He chuckles nervously when y/n breaks free from her thoughts and meets his gaze of green eyes. “Oh, sorry. I was just- I was trying to remember everything I needed to order!” She skillfully lied. “But um… is Lilli here?” Her gaze scans the area, trying to find something else to focus on to take away from this god awful experience. “Nope, she’s taking a day off today. It’s just me.” He forces a smile. “Oh, okay. My bad. Can I get an iced mocha latte with 2 pumps of chocolate syrup in it?”
Tyler blinks and there’s a beat of silence as he grabs something. He lifts up a bottle of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. “...This?” Not something he had seen often, but it could be done. Y/N looks like she wants to curl into a ball. “Oh! Haha geez I meant vanilla syrup. Like the flavoring!” She scrambles the last of her words out, wanting to smack herself upside the head. “Oh. Alrighty. And what size…did you want that?” Doing his best, he smiles again, softer this time, in hopes of alleviating the pain this was. She gave a helpless looking grin back. Could it get any worse? “Large is fine. That’s it.”
He turns around, getting to work on her drink. Oh god. Are you fucking kidding me? What was that shit? Y/N went to school with Tyler and they had shared a few classes. He sat behind her in math class, where she daydreamed about him just reaching forward and playing with her hair, and he sat next to her in history. They had english together too, but he was across the room. Seeing him here after having disappeared for a while caught her off guard and it threw her out of her rhythm at the Weathervane. 
His agitation gradually went away as he got to work on the drink, and soon enough it was done. “Hereee ya go.” He presses a few buttons on the screen at the register. “It’s $7.01.” Tyler offers a plain smile. Y/N fights off making a face. Geez. Lilli must’ve usually given me a discount every time. Damn. She braves a brief grin and pays for the drink. With a quick thanks, she scurries off and out the door. The bells on the door jingling again as she leaves. 
“Are you kidding me?! You took a personal day?!” Y/N scolds her friend. A muffled response comes from Lilli over the phone as y/n sips her latte. She fires back. “Well, no. Oh but you DID kinda forget to mention that Tyler was back in town and that you  w o r k  with him! When were you gonna tell me that?” Y/N stomps away, heading to her next designation. Tyler is back to practicing his latte art.
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