#i wanna get a copy for my sister too so that we can play together wiwiwi

[jils-things]

a day ago i was able to buy stardew valley at a really great discount and im getting so nostalgic over it :') i have never played the ginger island update and im excited to see it soon hehe

#i also played it with bee and it was the first time in awhile that i played co-op online waaaa #i wanna get a copy for my sister too so that we can play together wiwiwi #if you are all wondering who did i romance (or... WILL romance again) its harvey nyeheheh #~ rambling

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 5

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“Does everybody have a copy?”

“Yes, (name)-sensei!” A chorus of cute voices answer your call. Loud chattering and shiny eyes all whilst excited stamping of little, socked feet upon the padded floors as they point at the colourful paper.

“I’m gonna ask Nanamin to let me wear my tiger trunks! Gao!” His tiny arms are stretched into the air, fingers splayed out into claws as he roars in attempts to terrorize his blank-faced friend, his blue eyes too mesmerized by the swimming brochure you had handed out to him with a pat to his head and a cooing of his name.

(“I hope you’ll come with your sisters, Megumi-kun. Tsumiki-chan is welcome to join, too!”)

PERMISSION SLIP

Kaizen Daycare will be hosting a swimming class this weekend! Located at the Mei Mei Swimming Centre, we will be teaching essent—

And Megumi decides that he really, really wants to go.

“Noba-chan! We should bring our pool floaties! Then we can play in the water together!”

“I’ll ask my Granny to pack extra strawberries!”

“Nana and I will ask Papa for extra snacks too…!”

(“Senseeiiiiii!” Yuuji clings onto your leg as his hands grip onto your apron. “Can I bring Choso too?!”

“Yuuji-kun, please have your permission slip signed first…!”)

And that’s how you ended up here, squatting down and helping Nobara fix her hair under her swim cap by the side of the children’s pool with her accompanying, feeble grandmother comfortably settled nearby on one of the benches, sipping on a complimentary bottle of tea provided for accompanying parents and simply enjoying the atmosphere of the swimming complex.

(They were the first to arrive.)

“Eh? So (name)-sensei has friends other than Shoko-sensei?” The curious tilt of her head, an innocent finger on her lip as she looks up at you, heart-shaped goggles pulled up to her forehead to reveal just as innocent, questioning brown.

And you feel something in you crack.

You swear you can quite literally feel your spirit leave you, swirling out of your mouth as your eyes blank out, hands frozen midair and the urge to fall onto your knees to lament about your lack of socialization with more people your age on the tip of your tongue as you let her words sink in.

You have friends! Plenty! There’s Shoko, there’s Utahime… Does Yaga count? He might be a touch too old, but you’re on friendly relations with your boss! Even though… You barely see him since he’s taking care of the older kids on another floor. And you have plenty of them online in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Yes, you assure yourself. Your eyes squeezing shut and your biting your lip in nervous contemplation. You have friends, you aren’t alone, you aren’t a NEET, and you’re only slightly addicted to video games! Slightly!

Though, that doesn’t discount the fact that your children already think you’re some sort of lonely shut-in…!

“(name)-sensei has a lot of friends, Nobara-chan!” Your hands clap together as you stand up, slowly leading her away from the edge of the pool as you gently place your palms onto her shoulders. “Am I not friends with your grandmother?”

“Mmm…” She crosses her arms, albeit with a little bit of struggle due to the pink arm-floaties. Her eyes closed as you fix a stray strand of hair on her forehead. Yep, you’ve convinced her. This is definitely enough to—

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ at the end.

“Granny says she sees you as her daugt-her!” Her hands are on her hips staring at you as she smiles, patting your arm with an excited hand. “So can you teach me to swimmy now? I wanna get ahead of Yuuji!”

Your eyes swirl with panic, totally defeated as you want to slump onto the ground and curl into a ball and cry. You don’t even notice the way Nobara was hugging against your torso, her face against the swimming cover-up as she wraps her tiny arms around you, your hand instinctively going around her and patting her head as you keep wallowing in your sadness.

“(name)-seennnnnseeiiiii! Nobara wants to swim!”

“Nanamin! Over’ ere!” Loud clattering of sandals against tiled floors, and a jump of a tiny, soft presence into your arms as an excitable, cub-like boy makes himself known, your arm opening and catching the canon-balling child just in time before he hurts himself.

“Let’s swimmmmmm!” He squirms in your hold as your mind still floats away at the thought of being an adult whose children think of you as lonely and incapable of having other adult friends…

“Yuuji.” Calm and authoritative baritone meet your ears. “What did I say about running?”

“Boo… That I shouldn’t do it in areas outside the track field…” You can practically feel his pout as he hides his face inside your coverup with Nobara.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yuuji’s sworry…” His apology is muffled into your clothing as you just continue to pat both of their heads, their mumbled conversation with each other not quite floating to your ears. “So can Nobara and I go play by the sprinkly toys? Pleaseee?”

“Yea, yea! Pleaseee? We’ll be back when everyone comes!”

Your eyes snap back to reality by pure professionalism as you glance at the nearby sprinkler play area and a thought flurries back to the awaiting parents behind you.

“You can, but only if you ask your parents, okay?”

And the duo are quick to crawl out of your coverup, eyes pointedly staring up at Yuuji’s guardian first due to his proximity.

Sparkly eyes meet tired, passive almond.

“…yes, you can. But be back when your teacher calls for you.”

“Yay! Now let’s go ask y’er granny! And we won’t run!” And so, they power walked as fast as toddler feet could carry them.

It’s silent, only momentarily when you’re both left alone. Calls of the duo asking for permission from Kugisaki’s grandmother a distance away.

“Nanami-san, you’re really good at handling him.” And you mean it. He was an exemplary caretaker, respectable, responsible and trusted you with his child wholeheartedly. A really nice man.

“It’s no issue at all. I’m just glad he likes you so much.” A shift of his cheekbones, a soft, growing smile on his face with tender eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate to settle down next to you, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on the ground.

“It’s more of a pleasure to see him be so happy with you.”

Two gazes stare on as you giggle and continue to chat with the taller man, your conversation getting lost on toddler ears as they let themselves get pelted by light showers of water droplets, the plastic, leaf-like gardens of the area providing adequate fun for them.

And the fact that your smiling face was more entertaining for they to watch.

“Wah… (name)-sensei and your daddy look like pretty friends!”

“Mhm! Sensei and Nanamin are super supppeerrr close!” He’s haughty, proud even, as his hands go onto his little hips, face slightly red from accidentally rubberbanding the goggles onto his nose.

“I bet (name)-sensei likes my Nanamin the most!”

“No way! Sensei definitely likes my grand—!”

“Is that so?” A glowering aura of darkness starts to encapsulate behind him, the sheer weight his tone carried capable of making any normal person freeze in place from sheer fear.

Yet, it’s totally ineffective on cute kids.

(“Ah! It’s Sa-chan!” The glowing boy’s face grows even brighter, arms thrusted up to start waving at him.

“Ohhh! The big man that you say teaches you martial arts, right? Cool!”)

“That’s right! And Sa-chan wants to know, Yuuji-kun~ Why don’t cha tell me allllll about how close Nanamin is to the cute sensei?” His tone was not growing with more bite, more venom in them. “I wanna know every little bit, down to the very last— Ow!”

“Stop harassing children, you menace.” A grab, a decisive pull; and Sa-chan’s ear had been captured by a tall, black-haired man’s fingers, the skin growing red under his touch, one arm preoccupied with carrying two children as two more head pop up from behind him.

“Owoww owww! Sugurrruuuu, you’re so mean!”

(“Ah! Gumi, Nanako and Mimiko! Finally, let’s play together!”)

——

[whisper] you: satouuu. (; ; ）

[whisper] satouuu: yeaaaaa?

Your fingers hesitate in their typing, coming to an abrupt stop as they twitch just as you’re about to hit send. Shoko would laugh at you if you ever told her… So your only online friend is the closest, and safest bet, right?

[whisper] you: what do you think about me?

Specifically, you just want to see how you’re perceived. You act about the same offline and online anyway, right? You’re just… A little more forward on the net.

(Surely, you’re likable, right? You’re not that hopeless. At least… You don’t think so.)

You wait in anticipation, cold sweat starting to form on your hands as they clam up, a nervous rumbling of your character-themed cup as you try to down your nerves with another chug of chocolate milk.

This is making you far too nervous for what it actually is.

[whisper] satouuu: hoho? what’s this all of a sudden? (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Now you wish you could retract every word you ever thought about sharing with this—

[whisper] satouuu: i’ll answer u if u pick up! ✌︎('ω')

(Incoming invite from User satouuu to join a voice-chat room!)

Ahhh…! Sly bastard! It’s too late to back out now, isn’t it? Maybe, just maybe… Some part of you has been anticipating something like this happening.

And so you accept.

Your throat feels dry, feels uneasy and uncertain. Yet, it leaves you before you can even comprehend. Was it nerves that pushed you to do this? A culmination of some odd, built up responsibility? Maybe you just weren’t made for this, maybe you should just quit this game and find a different one to get addicted to—

“…hello…?”

And you’re met with silence.

It makes you uneasy, makes the acid in your stomach feel like it was bubbling up and threatening to vomit out every last bit of your convenience store dinner as you nervously await.

(Do you sound bad or something…?)

“You sound cuter than I thought.” Followed up by a mock sigh of disappointment. “Not a nekama, huh? Pfft, borrrrinnnnggg!” He stops to let out a laugh, a smacking of his tabletop heard as you hear a clink of glass.

And you feel your heart palpitate just that little bit more.

“I’m sorry for being so boring then, you mean jerk.” You’re retorting back, a dumb smile unknowingly making its way onto your cheeks as you begin to… Talk. No longer needing to have the delays of typing in between the both of you.

It feels freeing, feels like a heavy weight has been lifted, feels… Right.

“And you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Aww~, you’re just as impatient even on voice chat rooms too!” You hear him hum, a quiet drumming of his fingers against his desk.

“But if you sound like this,” He begins, a breath being drawn in. “Then you have nothing to worry about. It’s cute.”

“If you’re gonna joke around—“

“I’m being serious, honey! It really is cute!”

It makes your face burn in absolute shame, as much as you would hate to admit it. Just hearing someone with such an attractive voice has you wanting to choke back a sputter and break into your nervous rambling. It’s been bothering you ever since you heard him, how similar his voice was to a certain neighbour you had, yet how dissimilar it was at the same time.

(There’s no way. Coincidences like that only ever happened in fiction.)

Yet, you can’t help but imagine it all the same. Gojo Satoru calling you cute, his hand on your head or a tap of your nose with his finger as he teases you for being so shy. Or even Geto Suguru smoking next to you, gently grabbing your chin and sharing the smoke of his cigarette with you in the form of a—!

“Hey,” His voice takes a serious tone, drawling out his words in a smooth resonance that sends a shiver down your spine. “Say yes for me.”

(Oh… You would do anything for that voice—! No!)

Your eyebrows furrow only slightly, eyes snapping out of your daydream and eyes concentarted on the way his profile picture lit up when he spoke to notice the little pop-up at the corner of your screen.

“Yes…?”

[Voice activation confirmed.]

A shock of bursting, twirling pink hearts and flurry white laces that intertwine alongside snow white roses overtake your screen as your mouth hangs open in shock.

[Congratulations on your engagement! We wish you happiness with your partner!

Minimum damage will now increase by 20% when forming a party as a couple—]

“What?! You nearly choke on your spit, fingers hurrying to your keyboard to start spamming the backspace key, and every other letter in attempt to— “Cancel! Cancel—!”

[Request denied. Engagement is valid for 30 days, please try to work out your issues together.

Fun Fact: Only 48% of players who become couples choose to stay in their relationships after the valid period.]

“What?!”

“Ehehe.”

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Notes:

NEET — Not in Education, Employment or Training

nekama — usually a grown man who roleplays with a super sexy/cute female character online.

for EN: Ieiri Shoko’s username is ‘shosei’, literally short for ‘Shoko-sensei’ because she registered the account at work. (For you.)

for JP: Originally meant to be written 所生 (しよせい)- birth place/creation/child

shosei character profile username: shosei level: 79 class: sorcerer notes: looks almost like a carbon copy of the shoko ieiri you know in real life. full courtesy of you, who designed it with her when you begged to play together. she paid actual money to buy you a player-designed accessory once. you never want to have it out of your inventory.

Fact: True love is never easy! Engagement rings are one of the hardest items to obtain in game. Prove that your love can best even the most treacherous bosses on Floor 520, or simply purchase one from the player Market!

(Customization of rings are allowed! Personalise and make your love a unique existence!)

nvy’s aftertalk:

haha nvy ur so funny shosei which means birth place because she’s a doctor who works in a daycare haha funny

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu x reader

[unclewaynemunson]

Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:

- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.

- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught

- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.

- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.

- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.

- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.

Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.

What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?

I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3

I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:

He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.

Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)

He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.

HE'S BISEXUAL

While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.

He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy

While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner

Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #jeff stranger things #corroded coffin #stranger things

[kassiekole22]

Josh being in love with an oblivious reader and the twins are alive and trying to create situations to get them together 👉👈👉👈👉👈

Best Day Ever

Picture lightly edited by me.

Pairing: Josh Washington X Fem!Reader Description: After a spur of the moment decision, Josh takes you and his sisters to a carnival. Hannah and Beth decide to take this opportunity to push you and Josh together, since Josh has had a massive crush on you for a long time and has been too afraid to make a move... Warnings: Fluff, Maybe A Pinch Of Angst, Kind Of Mutual Pining (But Very Intense On One Side. 👀), Friends Turning Into Beautiful Lovers. Word Count: 4.8k (I haven't written a fic this long in quite a while. 😅) A/N: This took an embarrassing amount of time, I know. I was just in no mind state to write and I wanted it to be perfect, so I decided to wait. And it took even longer because when I was editing it one last time, the final copy got deleted so I had to reedit the whole thing and rewrite the parts I had added in there. @108garys requested a carnival fic for Josh a few days prior to this request, so I got the idea to combine them together. I hope that's ok. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 This is actually my old Jalim fic, Just For Fun, too. I always wanted to rewrite it because I felt like it could have been better than what it was. So, when I got the opportunity to do this, I decided to finally do it and I am happy with the results. Anon requester and @108garys, I want to thank you for giving me this request. It really made me happy, knowing that people wanted me to write a fic for them, especially when I was so new to the Until Dawn fandom. Anyway, I'll quit my rambling now. I hope you all enjoy. 💖 Josh's MasterList: 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Josh's Angels: @lorebite, @house-of-kolchek, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @mornandil, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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Me, (Y/N), Hannah and Beth were driving from the store one sunny afternoon. We weren't there long; only to grab some microwave popcorn and chips for a movie we were planning to watch. It was a short trip but everybody insisted on going along for the ride. It was nice, having the three most important women in my life with me. Even if it was just something as simple as going to the grocery store, it was memories like these that I cherished the most.

The ride was pretty silent other than a song playing quietly on the radio, but it was nice — it was peaceful. A couple of minutes passed and we drove passed a carnival. That's when I noticed (Y/N) turning her head to look out her window.

"Oh, looks like they set up a carnival for the weekend." I mentioned, just to see how she would react.

"Yeah, I noticed." She said just barely above a whisper whilst still staring out her window. "Haven't been to one in years."

"Jesus, us neither." Beth spoke up in the back.

"Probably since we were sixteen." Hannah recalled quietly.

I sat in silence and pondered for a minute, taking my eyes off of the road for a quick moment to watch (Y/N) whilst chewing on the inside of my cheek. She looked sad — or maybe disappointed. Now that I had thought about it, I hadn't been to a carnival in such a long time. We really weren't in too much of a hurry to get back and I was sure that the movie could wait.

"You wanna go?" I finally asked and she took her eyes off the window to gaze at me with uncertainty.

"W-What? No, we can't. We have groceries in the back seat." She looked down at her hands folded in her lap, her lips turned down into a disappointed frown.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Beth cheered behind me, startling me and nearly making me jump out of my seat. I shook my head as I let a short chuckle roll passed my lips.

"The groceries can wait. Nothing's gotta go in the fridge." I mused. "It'll be fun."

Before she opened her mouth to protest again, I turned the car around and drove in the direction of the small carnival before us. I pulled into a free parking spot, got out and rounded the side of the car before opening the door for (Y/N) and giving her my hand to help her up. Her eyes lit up with wonder as she studied the crowds and the attractions around her.

"What should we do first?" She asked me as we walked in, hand in hand, to ensure that we would not get separated.

We had done this before but only so we don't get separated in big crowds because (Y/N) hates to be alone. I wish it meant more to her than that. I wish she knew that when I held her hand, it's not just because I don't want to lose her in a big crowd…

"Fuck, I don't know! I'm so excited, I can't think!" Beth said eagerly with nothing but pure excitement in her voice and I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "This is going to be the best day ever!"

"I'm excited too." (Y/N) giggled. "What do you think, Josh?"

"I don't know. We haven't had lunch yet — you wanna get something to eat? My treat." I suggested as I pulled out my wallet and smiled kindly at her.

"Yeah, I am pretty hungry." Hannah expressed and I nodded before grabbing plucking out a twenty. Luckily, I went to an atm before heading to the store and had enough cash on me for the day.

"Yeah, I'd love that." (Y/N) expressed. A look of adoration melted into her soft eyes as she gazed up at me for a moment and I swear, it made my heart stop. I felt heat creep within my cheeks and I looked away quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.

We went to the nearest food stall and I ordered some burgers, some fries and Pepsis for us all. After, we found a bench close by and sat down with our lunches. (Y/N) took a bite out of her burger and her eyes lit up before closing to appreciate the taste.

"This is amazing!" She took another big bite. "I forgot how good carnival food is!"

I couldn't help but smile at how happy she was over something as simple as a burger. I admired how she enjoyed the small things in life. Even something as small as food could cast the biggest smile on her face.

"Jesus! Ok, Josh! You are taking all three of us to carnivals more often! It's a must!" Beth declared before taking a bite out of her own burger.

"Yeah, you'll have to become that big movie producer fast so you'll have enough money to splurge on us!" I couldn't help but full out laugh at Hannah's comment and, by the looks of it, (Y/N) and Beth couldn't either.

"(Y/N), back in California, we have the biggest fairs and carnivals! Like rollercoasters that could last an hour, I swear to God!" Beth mused once she calmed down from her fit of giggles, wiping a tear from her eye as she did so. (Y/N)'s eyes widened before she turned to look at me for conformation and I nodded as a smile crept upon my lips.

"Shit! Yeah, I have to see that!" She giggled excitedly in agreement.

Beth finished her meal first and waited a minute until (Y/N) was finished before taking her hand and nearly dragging her off the bench.

"We have to go do something really quick." She said and both me and (Y/N) raised a brow in confusion.

"What about me?" Hannah asked, a frown forming where her smile used to be from being left out.

"If you weren't such a slow eater, then you could come too." Beth teased and Hannah's lips turned up into an awkward smile as she adjusted her glasses.

She always did that when she felt nervous.

"Well, Jesus! At least she paces herself — unlike some of us." I said, gesturing to Beth and she scoffed.

"I would watch yourself, big brother." She approached me slowly as a mischievous look formed in her eyes. I clenched what little I had left of my burger in my hands, in fear that I was about to lose it. "You know, I'm shocked — you're usually the fastest eater out of all three of us."

She stopped right in front of me and froze for a moment, making me feel both confused and worried. Before I could even attempt to react, she booped my nose and when I winced, she plucked the remainder of my burger from my hands and pushed it all in her mouth, smiling wickedly at me as her cheeks puffed out as if she was a chipmunk.

She skipped off with (Y/N) and I yelled a threatening, "I'll get you back for this!" Over my shoulder and I just barely caught Beth giving me the finger as she walked away.

I stayed seated on the bench with Hannah and watched all the children playing before us. I began imagining what it would be like taking my children to the carnival, watching their excited expressions as they went on all the rides and ate as many sweets as they could while (Y/N) is scolding me for giving them too many. Aw hell, who was I kidding? (Y/N) was just as much of a push over as I was. We would all probably spend the night with stomach aches. I was so deep in thought about my future that I failed to notice the small smile on my lips as I watched the children play.

"You can't fool me." I heard Hannah speak up beside me as she nudged my shoulder with her own. She had closed the little distance between us so she was sitting by my side now, finishing up her food as she watched the children play as well. "You can put on that "player" act all you want, but I know the real you. I see the way you look at (Y/N). Face it Joshy — you're smitten."

"What? Nah!" I scoffed with a roll of my eyes and Hannah rolled hers as well. Why do siblings gotta be so good at reading each other?

"You are with her every day, you talk about her constantly during the times you aren't and you can't tell me that you wouldn't do absolutely anything for her." She accused. "And you also can't tell me that you weren't just imagining those kids over there as your own."

I stayed silent for a moment, realizing that my sister was right. She knew that that front I always put up was a lie. I had always wanted a family of my own, and I think I had finally found the girl that I wanted to start it with — if only I had the fucking balls to tell her how I felt.

"Well, lil sis — I think you might just be right." I muttered, mind only half in reality as I pondered actually telling her that I had feelings for her.

"Look what I got!" Beth sang behind us and I jumped, hoping that her and (Y/N) did not just hear my confession. I turned to see them both holding cotton candies and, judging by their facial expressions, they didn't hear a thing. They handed me and Hannah ours before sitting down beside us on the bench.

"It's so sweet." (Y/N) said as she licked her lips. My eyes lingered on them for a second, admiring how soft they looked before I noticed Beth smirking at me out of the corner of my eye.

"Sure is!" I agreed, turning my attention back to (Y/N). "But, not as sweet as you."

She giggled at my comment and Hannah and Beth made gagging sounds. After we finished eating our cotton candy, we decided to go on some rides. Can't go to a carnival and not go on the rides, right? After all, it's good to get the heart racing every now and then.

After walking around for awhile and trying to agree on what we would all go on first, my eyes met the one that I was definitely not going to skip. I pointed at the Drop Tower, "Yes! We're doing that!" I demanded as I pulled on (Y/N)'s arm.

"I don't know, Josh…" She looked up at it reluctantly and then looked at me, a worried expression on her now pale face. Hannah and Beth walked up beside us and looked up at the tower as well. Hannah looked so pale that I already knew her answer, and Beth looked so excited that I thought she'd for sure join us. But then that excitement in her eyes turned into mischief as she peered over at me and (Y/N).

'What is she up to?' I thought to myself as I glanced at my sister out of the corner of my eye.

"I think I'll sit this one out. (Y/N), why don't you try it? Josh will be there to protect you." She nudged my shoulder and I glared back at her. I couldn't believe she was going to do this — she was going to leave us alone to push us together.

"But Beth, you love these kinds of rides." I said through gritted teeth, giving my sister the 'don't you fucking dare' look. She just smirked at me and then turned her attention back to (Y/N).

"Come on! It'll be fun! Please? I just know you'll love it!" She begged her like a bratty little child.

(Y/N) heaved a sighed. "Fine."

We got strapped in and before we knew it, the ride started to go up. (Y/N) closed his eyes as tightly as she could while her fingers clenched the safety bars and I couldn't help but feel bad for getting her in this situation that she very clearly didn't want to be in.

We got strapped in and before we knew it, the ride started to go up. (Y/N) closed his eyes as tightly as she could while her fingers clenched the safety bars.

We were finally at the top and I never felt more alive. The adrenaline felt better than any drug I have ever taken. I wanted to throw my hands in the air and scream it to the world.

"This is awesome!" I yelled with a laugh following my words. (Y/N), however, did not look like she shared my enthusiasm. Her eyes were still clenched shut and she now was shaking like a leaf! Now, I could have been my usual cocky self and acted all brave in front of her, as I usually did. But seeing her this scared hurt my heart.

So, instead of acting like 'the big man', I decided to look down and scream at the top of my lungs, "FUCK! SHIT! OH, HELL NO!"

She bursted out laughing at my reaction and just by looking at the sweet smile on her beautiful face, I knew that all the teasing I was going to get from Hannah and Beth was worth it. The ride dropped down and I screamed again but more dramatic and dragged out compared to the last time.

I got off of the ride first, staggering a bit to make (Y/N) giggle before giving her my hand to help her down. Then we headed back into the crowd of people to find my sisters.

"That was fun!" (Y/N) smiled up at me and I felt my heart swell.

"Hey, big brother! Have any vocal cords left after that big performance you gave the whole park up there?" Beth teased with her famous cocky smirk plastered on her face and I literally bit my tongue to hold back my bitter reply that was practically pushing through the seam of my lips.

"Yeah, you sounded like you were being chased by some blood-thirsty monster or something!" Hannah laughed and I rolled my eyes. But (Y/N) giggled as well and I remembered that it was worth all the torture just to hear it.

'Remember her smile. Just remember her fucking smile.' I thought to repress the urge to give my sisters nice Indian burns on each of their arms.

"How about some games?" I attempted to change the subject as I pointed over at the game booths. The girls snickered as they followed me, reminding me that although I was able to change the subject now, it didn't change the fact that I would be getting the worse of it later.

We walked up to a target shooting game and I slammed a few dollars down on the counter.

"This is gonna be too easy." I smirked. The carny took the money and handed me the gun.

"You get three tries. If you get three out of three, you get a big prize. If you get two, you get a medium prize. You get one, you get a small prize." The carny explained and I nodded.

I aimed the gun at the target and after a few moments of making sure the tip of my gun was perfectly aligned with the target and Beth nagging at me from behind, I fired… And missed. I felt my cheeks heat up from extreme embarrassment because I could hear the giggling of three girls behind me. I fired again and missed, letting out a frustrated grunt and cursing under my breath.

"Need me to show ya how it's done?" Beth teased as she patted my shoulder and I glared at her. She put her hands up in defense as she let out a chuckle. But I could see in her eyes that she regretted nothing. After letting my eyes linger on (Y/N) for a moment, I looked back at the target.

I really needed to focus this time. I aimed for the target one last time, fired, and missed again.

"Fuck!" I slammed my hand down on the counter. Being a perfectionist, this was frustrating as all fucking hell.

And it was even more frustrating because I knew my way around a gun. Growing up, I spent a lot of time fucking around at the shooting range at our lodge, so I was a pretty sharp shooter. But (Y/N)'s gaze heavy on my back was making me nervous as all fuck.

"It's ok, Josh. You're probably still lightheaded from the ride." (Y/N) spoke softly beside me as she placed her hand gently on my tense shoulder.

"How's this; I'll give you one last chance — if you hit the smallest target, I'll give you the big prize." The carny offered while smiling kindly at me and I nodded in agreement.

I aimed for the smallest target, took a moment to make sure I was perfectly aligned with it, and took a deep breath. I had to get it this time. I closed my eyes, carefully squeezed the trigger and the gun went off with a loud bang one last time. I opened my eyes and my heart jumped into my throat.

"Fuck, Yes!" I yelled excitedly.

I fucking got it.

I hugged (Y/N), who had been clapping beside me to cheer on my victory. The carny handed me a big, fluffy, black teddy bear with a red bow around it's neck and a big red heart between it's paws that said, 'love'. I didn't hesitate to give it to (Y/N).

"—For you." I declared proudly. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell agape.

"Really?" She looked unsure for a moment as she hesitantly took the bear from my hands.

"Of course! I have to give you the prize, since you're my biggest cheerleader." I nudged her shoulder playfully and she blushed as she hugged the bear while smiling up at me.

"Hey, love birds!" Beth called out to us and I mentally face palmed at her ruining our moment.

'Dammit, Beth!' For all I knew, it could have turned into our first kiss.

"Don't mind her." Hannah rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "We were wondering if you guys wanted to continue going on some other rides?"

"Sure! Why not?" I agreed before following my sisters to their next ride of choice.

We decided to go on some calmer rides, since Hannah had a weak stomach. The Carousel was Hannah's first choice because she loved the horses. When I went to sit on the horse beside Beth's, Hannah pushed passed me and jumped on it before signaling behind her. I looked behind me to see (Y/N) already on her horse and the one beside her empty. I glared at my sisters, seeing right through their little plan and went to sit beside (Y/N). Not that I'm complaining though — we had a good time and it was pretty fun.

And then, after that, we tried the Bumper Cars. Me and Beth got a little too competitive there, ending in a couple of cars getting a bit damaged. After awhile, Hannah and (Y/N) stayed parked on the sidelines and watched the shitshow of a war that me and Beth created in the middle. She will never admit it, but I clearly won that round.

And we also tried the darts game, where (Y/N) won a small, light brown puppy plushy that had really big and buggy sad eyes.

"Ha! It looks just like you! It's got those big—" Beth couldn't finish, because I interrupted her quickly, trying to avoid being embarrassed for the— however many times it's been today.

"DON'T!" I growled as my eye shot daggers towards my sister.

"But you didn't let me finish, big brother." She smiled innocently and I looked over to Hannah and (Y/N), who also looked weary of Beth's attitude as well.

"Fine… Go ahead…" I sighed, defeated and finally accepting my fate.

"It's got those big bug-eyes, just like yours!" She reached up and patted me on the head and I clenched my teeth. I glared at Beth and Hannah held the toy up beside my face.

"It's uncanny!" Hannah laughed and I just about ripped the toy right out of her grasp.

"No need to be a smart-ass!" I grumbled as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Oh, but it's cute." (Y/N) chuckled as she took the small toy from Hannah. I felt a familiar heat creep upon my cheeks as she spoke and turned to look at me with a softness in her eyes that could bring light to any dark heart.

"Really?" I said, barely above a whisper after swallowing thickly.

"Yeah." Her voice was so soft, it almost made me cry.

"Uhhhhh— W–Why don't we try the haunted house?! That should be fun, r–right?" I attempted to change the subject as I tore my eyes away from hers. The girls agreed and we headed towards the ride.

Of course — as I expected — Hannah and Beth ditched me and (Y/N) for their own cart, leaving me alone with her YET AGAIN! I didn't know how much more I could take. I loved being around her — don't get me wrong — but for the last month, my little crush on her had been growing stronger and being alone with her was painfully awkward, especially since she didn't even realize that I had feelings for her. Nope! After all the regular compliments I gave her, she still hadn't figured it out! Well — to be fair — I make comments towards lots of girls but those are different. Those are just dumb sex jokes I make to be funny and sometimes weird people out. With her, it's different — it means something. I just wish she knew that.

Maybe I shouldn't be so annoyed with Hannah and Beth trying to put me in these awkward situations. They just want me to be happy. But what people don't know is that I'm a lot more insecure than I let on. Yup! That's right! Mr. Bone Zone isn't so confident after all! So shocking, right? So, being alone with a girl as pretty as (Y/N) is basically fucking torture for me.

Our cart began to move towards the entrance to the ride and I sneakily put my arm around (Y/N). It was a bold move but I had to do something! I felt her tense and for a minute, I thought it was because of my arm and I went to pull away before realizing that it wasn't my arm at all, it was because she was scared.

As our cart moved throughout the ride, I noticed her getting more and more tense. I then shuffled closer to her and she — I am assuming subconsciously — leaned into my body, as if she was hoping for my protection. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and began explaining how each prop was made and every gory and ghostly illusion was done. It seemed to calm her and she eventually relaxed into my embrace — just another perk to having a father in the film industry.

Once the ride began to slow — or as I like to say: the calm before the storm — she began to melt into my arms and rested her head on my chest. Trying so hard to keep it cool, I rested my head on top of her's and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment of peace we had.

"Thank you, Josh." She whispered and I felt my heart stammer a little, until— "You're a good friend."

'Fuck! You're kidding, right?!'

I felt my heart drop at her words and squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could, trying to ignore the disappointment and small bit of heartbreak I was enduring. The ride eventually came to an end and we were greeted by Beth and a very pale Hannah, who looked as if she was about to vomit. Laughing and trying to ignore what had just happened, I wrapped my arm around my little sister to give her a comforting side-hug before we continued on to do something new.

A few hours later, we all decided to go on the Ferris Wheel before finally going home. Again, Hannah and Beth insisted on going on their own cart, leaving me and (Y/N) alone for what I was hoping was the last time today. After being taken to the worst zone of all — the 'friend zone' — I really didn't want to be left alone with her any longer.

We reached the top and (Y/N) leaned into my side and I subconsciously wrapped my arm around her shoulders. It was dark out now and the park was lit up by all the lights from the rides and the games. It was a breathtaking view and judging by the smile on (Y/N)'s face, she thought so as well. She rested her head on my shoulder and I froze, not knowing what to do.

"It's beautiful." She whispered as her beautiful eyes lit up from the lights of the park and I couldn't help but notice how they illuminated her face just right, showing off her best features.

"Just like you." I murmured without a second thought. But her body tensing up and the sudden movement of her pulling away from me made me snap out of whatever fucking trance I was in at the moment.

"W–What?" She stuttered her question as nothing but pure shock painted over her calm expression that her face held only second ago.

"Oh— Uh— I was just saying— You know, like I always do?" I tried to brush it off but the look on her face told me she didn't believe me.

"You never said it quite like that before." Her voice was barely above a whisper. And in that moment, I knew I couldn't keep it from her any longer.

"(Y/N)… There is something I have to tell you…" I admitted as I looked down at my shoes, terrified to meet her gaze. "I like you — a lot. Hell, I might even love you! I'm sorry, but I can't hold back my feelings any longer."

After a few seconds of silence that felt like hours, I decided to glance up — only to see her staring at me with an even more shocked expression. Her eyes were wide, mouth agape, pale; she looked like she had just come out of a horror movie!

"I–I had no idea, Josh…" She whispered as she looked down at her hands that were now folded in her lap as she picked at her nails nervously. I fucking knew it was coming to a rejection. I wasn't too familiar with the whole thing. Babes would go with me even if they didn't like me, just because I had money. But I knew (Y/N) was better than that. And I knew that because of that, I was going to lose her.

"I'm sorry if this has ruined things between us." I look away from her, mentally kicking myself for being so dumb. But then I felt two soft hands over my own. I hesitantly peered back at her to see her staring at me with warmth in her eyes that no fire could create and a smile that could bring me back to life if I had died.

"I never said that it did. I like you too, Josh — a lot, actually. I just didn't think that you liked me back." She explained and my eyes widened in shock.

"Y–You like me too?"

"Yeah!"

"Holy shit!" I yelled excitedly, standing up but then remembering that I was hundreds of feet in the air, so I quickly sat back down, making her giggle. "S–So, you'll be my girlfriend then?"

"Of course, silly!" She chuckled and with that being said, I placed a gentle kiss upon her soft lips. Finally, I have gotten what I have truly desired for so long.

'I'll have to thank Hannah and Beth for this later.' I made a mental note after we broke away from the kiss after a minute or two. She rested her head on my shoulder and I rested mine on top of hers as we enjoyed the rest of the ride.

Driving home, we were all exhausted from the day we had. I looked in the rear view mirror to see Hannah and Beth, completely knocked out from exhaustion and I just chuckled to myself — it was the first time Beth had been quiet that day.

Then I looked over to (Y/N) — who was fast asleep in the passenger seat while cuddling her bear with a big smile on her face. My heart felt so warm at the sight of how happy my girl was.

And nothing has ever made me happier.

It truly was the best day ever.

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[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 2

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning(s): underage drinking ; recreational drug use

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Fluorescent lights of all types of colors dance across the entire room while the sound of music and the beating bass invades my whole senses, making my body move on time to the beat. I open my eyes and see the smoke that permeates the heavy air, giving my dazed eyes an illusion of surreal surroundings.

I feel a pair of hands lightly place themselves on my hips as they gently guide my swaying body around, making the back of my body face their front. I lean my back against my assailant’s chest and give a lazy smile when I see that it’s just Clyde matching my rhythm.

He’s shielding me from the other bodies crowding this makeshift dance floor and unbeknownst to me, warding off the wandering eyes that the occasional stranger has on my dancing form. He deters any motivation from others that have the courage to try to approach.

I turn my head to face forward as my eyes adjust to my boys leaning against the wall in front of me, casually watching the display in front of them from time to time. Red solo cups filled with alcohol adorn their hands and if not that, cans of hard seltzers or beers are in its place. Or in Cartman’s case, a plate loaded with food, provided by the party’s hosts.

The guys converse with one another but I often catch Kenny and Craig’s lingering gazes. I giggle and take the hands of Butters to pull him from the wall and join us. Our newcomer and I sing along to the lyrics of the song currently playing to each other in jest, our faces close and our smiles grow wider. I playfully mouth some lyrics to the other two and point at them. Craig smirks and throws the middle finger at me whenever I do, but Kenny will point back at me and dramatically belt the song.

We found ourselves attending our first party of sophomore year together by a host that I’ve yet to personally meet or know and it isn’t until a couple of more songs in that I see my girl friends for the first time of the night: the cheerleaders.

“We’re borrowing her!” Bebe loudly declares as she makes her way over to me, the girls following close behind her as the busty blonde tries to tug on the crook of my arm.

Craig steps in, “The fuck? No. We need to keep an eye on her.”

“Bitches aren’t to be trusted, especially you skanks. We don’t need you taking advantage of Y/N and turning her into a lesbo or something!” Cartman proclaims around a full mouth of food. They dodge his grease-stained hands in disgust when he tries to swat the girls away.

“Y/N!” Red pouts at me in indignation as Clyde tightens an arm around the front of my stomach for additional security.

I copy Red’s expression, “Just go play beer pong or something! I promise I’ll be fine, you all made sure my phone was fully charged before we left, right?”

My brother just furrows his brows in distrust even more when he spots Wendy, pursing his lips.

“Please, bro? I wanna party with some girls.” I try to max out my charm and pull out the puppy dog eyes, making grabby hands at the cheerleaders.

Kyle looks between the Marsh siblings and sighs, “Just let her, dude. At least she’ll be with people we know. She’s in the same house as us so we can always check up on her.”

“Yeah, but what if we can’t get to her fast enough if something does happen?” Kenny reasons with his arms crossed, not liking the idea.

I puff out my cheeks in anger at the fact that the normally laidback blonde isn’t coming to my defense. When he spots the face I’m making, he offers me his charming smile and playfully pokes one of my cheeks.

“Sorry, babe. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s these hormone driven boys that I don’t trust. Mixed with alcohol too? You’re just too cute for anyone to resist.”

I maintain my indignation at him so he continues, “You know I love you, yeah beautiful? I just want you to be safe.” His finger poking turns into him caressing my cheek, softly running his thumb over the area to soothe me.

My cheeks deflate because I can understand where the blonde was coming from. It’s still hard to be happy, but I know that they just care.

”God, you’re a fucking simp. You’re all simps. Grow some fucking balls. She doesn’t need you to baby her all the damn time,” Cartman mimes himself fake vomiting and for once, I agree with the lard ass.

“You guys shelter her from others too much, it’s why she turned out to be such a lame-o pussy.” Yeah, never mind.

Kyle and Stan have a silent conversation using their eyes before he relents and sighs.

“YAAAY! I love you, Ky! Thank you!” I giggle as I break out of Clyde’s hold to hug the teen. He grumbles a small whatever before ruffling my hair.

He doesn’t find the suggestion appealing either but knows that it’d be best to grant full trust and permission lest the younger Marsh does it unsafely behind their backs. He feels like a parent at this very moment. God, you and Ike make him feel so old.

The girls giggle as we hold onto each other's hands to create a human chain, making it easier to navigate through the swarm of sweaty teens. We steal a bottle of booze from the kitchen and smuggle it to an unoccupied bedroom on the second floor.

Fixing their varying states onto either the bed or on the floor in a makeshift circle, we leisurely pass the bottle of alcohol around and catch up on the night’s activities. My back leans against the bed from my position on the floor, giving my body much needed rest from dancing.

“God, they’re so overprotective. Who do they think they are?” The girls complain. I just shrug in response as it’s something I’ve known all my life. I don’t think much of it since I’m used to it and I know that their intentions are good.

“Why don’t we get them back using their precious Y/N?” Bebe deviously proposes and I quirk an eyebrow.

Red giggles, draping her arms around my shoulders from behind me on her spot on the bed.

“Ever done anything with a girl, Y/N?” She coos sweetly to me, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

The intimate gesture makes both me and Wendy blush for some reason and I giggle, “Nooo. I’m literally always with the guys. I’ve actually never had time to explore with others or experiment.”

I’m embarrassed as I admit this but the alcohol throws away all my inhibitions and loosens my lips.

“Really?” Heidi exclaims but all the other girls are equally surprised.

“How selfish! Truly, truly selfish. You’re so pretty, Y/N. Not even with a boy?” Bebe demands in anger for me, yet she also mourns for the missed opportunities and fun the boys prevented me from.

I shake my head, the answer is still the same and I can’t tell if the heat on my face is from the alcohol or embarrassment.

“I mean, I’ve shared a peck on the lips with Butters when we were kids..? We were playing wedding and the boys got really angry at him.” I laugh fondly at the memory, remembering a time of simplicity and innocence (on the blonde’s part).

‘Divorce! DIVOOORCE!’ Clyde screeches as he chucks the stuffed toy wedding guests at the blonde, with Stan trying to yank the ring pop off of his finger.

Once he gets the piece of plastic off, he throws it onto the backyard floor with all the might an 8 year old can muster and the other boys waste no time in jumping on the offending object, stomping on it with their shoes.

“Other than that, kisses have always been of the platonic sort, I guess? It’s not unusual for them to comfort me with a kiss on the forehead or to the side of the head or something. Or for them to say goodbye to me with a kiss on the cheek.”

“Not even from… Kenny..? Or Craig?” Wendy furrows her brows and stares at the rug below her legs at Heidi’s gentle prodding, fiddling with the tufts of yarn beneath her fingers. I give them a confused expression.

“Y/N…” They look at one another, “Haven’t you noticed that yeah, the boys are overprotective when it comes to you. But when it comes to Kenny and Craig, it’s different?” I slowly shake my head at Red’s carefully provided words in confusion.

“We’ve noticed that when it's them two, the other is quick to get real defensive about the other. But not like when it’s with the rest of the boys. Kind of like the other is a… threat? Because they know that with the other guys, they’re just playing around?” Bebe tries to find the right choice of words to explain.

“I mean, I don’t think I have?” I offer, trailing the last word in thought. The alcohol is def not helping.

“Have you ever thought that if one of the guys did harbor any romantic feelings for you, that your brother would have deterred them? Possibly putting you off limits when you were kids?”

“Yeah, they probably can’t act on it. And if they did, I don’t think they would want to jeopardize not only your relationship with them, but with your brothers and all of the guys.” Heidi offers to the conversation while I stay quiet as I think.

“Actually, forget about that. What about you, babe? Have you ever developed a crush on any of them?”

I ponder at Bebe’s words.

Have I?

I mean, I’m not blind. I know that they’re all good looking, even Cartman. And I’m not stupid. I know that others find them attractive, both girls and boys alike. The boys have always been cute as kids but puberty smacked the whole group like a fucking freight train: me, my brother, and my friends. Admittedly, the guys were borderline gods now.

“Ah, forget that for now! Why don’t we rile the boys up with some pictures, hm?” Red tries to divert my attention when the girls notice me getting carried away with my thoughts.

They don’t mean to push me at a party that's meant for fun. The girls just wanted to give me a little nudge in the right direction and I’m thankful that they care about me enough to bring it up.

Bebe pulls my legs, bringing my whole body forward so that Red can squeeze in between the bed and my form. They giggle as Red wraps her arms around my waist from behind me—Wendy seems to be the only one on the same boat as me, the both of us blushing further at the girls having fun.

“Is this okay?” Red sweetly asks me, and I’m once again reminded of the tingly feeling that I got when she spoke closely to my ear the last time. She continues to giggle and the puffs of air that hit my ear increases this sensation tenfold, but I just shyly nod my head in response.

Heidi carefully fits her body in between my legs and reaches out to grab the both of my hands with hers, gently interlocking our fingers together. I notice how soft her hands are compared to that of the guys which are much bigger and rougher.

She gently inches her face closer to mine with a smile and whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

Wisps of air come out after each word and they tickle my parted lips. As if I was in a trance, I slowly nod my head as I maintain eye contact with the tantalizing sight in front of me. When the gap between the two of us slowly closes, I softly shut my eyes until I feel plush lips against my own.

At the same time, I feel Red instinctively tighten her arms around me as she lightly nibbles on my ear. I start to feel overwhelmed at everything I’m feeling until I hear the shutter of a camera, signaling the release that both of the girls have on me.

Everyone watches me in anticipation of my opinion and what tumbles out of my mouth is a breathy, “Uh, wow. That was. Wow. Strawberry, Heidi?,” in reference to the lipgloss I got a taste of.

The girls take in my disheveled appearance and the permanent blush now embedded onto my cheeks and giggle in success. Heidi winks at me and Wendy lowers the phone she used to capture the moment even more in relief to the positive experience I just had.

“You like?” Bebe slowly asks me, despite them knowing my answer. All I can do is nod back.

“Good!” The blonde continues, before she replaces the spot Heidi was just in, “Because it’s my turn!” She sings.  

Much like Heidi, she grabs both of our hands and interlocks our fingers together. However, instead of placing our intertwined digits onto my lap, she guides them onto either side of my head. Slowly pushing me down with this new position, the top of my body leans against the bed at an angle and a little lower than if I were to properly sit against it due to the space Red left.

“Ever wonder what it’s like to get a hickey?” Bebe sweetly asks, her face close enough to mine that I can’t see anything but blonde beauty. She hasn’t even done anything yet and I’m already so mesmerized.

“Ah!” I exclaim, surprised at how we went from kissing to this.

“I can give you one if you want. But only if you want.” Bebe smiles at me in reassurance, “It’d be funny if we not only gave them pictures, but a physical reminder too. We can also do something else if you’re not comfortable with it!”

“I-” I start off, but the feeling of shyness overcomes me and I just close my eyes and expose the length of my neck in excitement and consent.

I jolt when I feel her lick a long stripe of skin on my neck, softly blowing onto the area after it's wet. This makes me feel extra sensitive, goosebumps dancing along my arms at the heightened sensation. She giggles against the crook of my neck before latching her lips onto me.

I feel hyper aware of everything she's doing: the light suction of her mouth, the scraping of her teeth against soft flesh, and the tongue she swipes and caresses over the abused spot to soothe the attack. I squeeze our hands together from her ministrations and I’m overwhelmed by the sweet scent of her perfume.

When she softly lets go and pulls away, I look around in a daze at their giggling. I didn’t even notice when they took the picture and my cheeks begin to flush a deep red at my hyperfocus.

A whistle interrupts my thoughts, “Goddamn, Bebe. You fucking whore!” Red says before throwing her arms around the blonde, their laughter filling the air.

I need more alcohol, I think to myself as I fan my face in a futile attempt to cool it down.

Wendy shyly hands me my phone when a voice interrupts the interaction, “Want a turn, Wendy?” Bebe teases as the ravenette gets flustered with stuttered words escaping her lips.

“Nevermind that! G-g-give me your phone, Y/N.” Wendy derails getting put on the spot as I unlock my phone, open up my group chat with the boys, and give it to her. We all crowd around her in anticipation.

GROUP CHAT (EVERYONE)

Kyley-B (Kyle): I don’t know, man. I think you need to get that thing checked out by a doctor…

PimpDaddy (Butters): aw geez, you really think so fellas?

N/N: (photo of Heidi holding my hands and kissing me while Red hugs me from behind and nibbles on my ear)

N/N: (photo of Bebe pinning me against the bed with her head shoved into the crook of my neck)

N/N: hehe :P

theBard (Jimmy): woah

PimpDaddy (Butters): whaaa?

Feldspar (Craig): dude.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): see, while i’d usually be down for this type of shit

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): it’s not funny when it’s my girl

Feldspar (Craig): fuck off

Feldspar (Craig): your girl? please.

CoffeeEE (Tweek): sto oop fight tingG!!! !!

Kyley-B (Kyle): I agree, cast your stupid rivalry aside for just one second.

Kyley-B (Kyle): We need to find her so use your energy on that, instead of on dumb shit.

Feldspar (Craig): (middle finger emoji)

HighElf (Clyde): BESTIE!!! T—T

Raven (Stan): GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Raven (Stan): where the HELL are you?!

Raven (Stan): this better be consensual or i swear to fucking god

Raven (Stan): IDGAF if your “friends” are girls

PimpDaddy (Butters): yeah!

PimpDaddy (Butters): our fists know no gender! >:(

The girls laugh and shove the phone in my hands so I can reply.

N/N: wat r yuu So ma d abOut ?  ??

Yeah.. Perhaps I’m a teensy bit drunk after I took a fatass swig from the bottle after Bebe’s little demonstration.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Y/N, the guys are freaking out.

Kyley-B (Kyle): Where are you?

Kyley-B (Kyle): … Please reply.

N/N: odmouuygccnedx

Feldspar (Craig): i swear to fucking god.

ElPolloLoco (Kenny): c'mon babe, i love you but use your words

CoffeeEE (Tweek): i doo on t thi nk sh ee can te xt

RadRussian (Cartman): I TOLD YOU THEY’D FORCE THEIR LESBO ACTIVITIES ON HER

RadRussian (Cartman): BITCHES NEVER CHANGE

HighElf (Clyde): is now a bad time to say that i’m jealous..?

HighElf (Clyde): shit’s hot af

Kyley-B (Kyle): Dude.

HighElf (Clyde): what? i’m just saying what we’re all thinking

HighElf (Clyde): i know a pitched tent when i see one

“Hmm.. Lackluster replies but I think it’s because they’re trying to find you,” Wendy remarks before the door slams open. To our surprise, it’s not one of the boys but none other than sir Douchebag himself: Dovahkiin.

“Dude! Fucking rude!” Bebe yelps, crossing her arms at the sudden intrusion, “What if we were fucking in here?!”

Dovahkiin wastes no time in helping me stand up and gently guiding me out of the room.

“Ah—wait!” The girls exclaim, trying to grab me back but I’m lost in thought. Pitched tent..? A boner from that? Huh.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After abruptly leaving the girls, I got stuck all by my lonesome wandering the house. Dovahkiin got whisked away by his many followers and through the throngs of teenage ecstasy, we got separated. Seen without the boys for the first time by the student population, they waste no time in taking advantage of the opportunity and casting me away to join them.

This is how I found myself watching a boy partake in taking a body shot off of a girl, her belly button piercing sparkling under the glow of neon lights from the mixture of saliva and alcohol. I’m somehow made the center of attention as the surrounding crowd pushes me to try it out.

A blonde girl that I’ve come to now know as the host of the party, precious and sweet Annie Knitts, gently guides me to lay my body flat against the hard table. Cheering and playful hooting is heard all around us as she lightly sprinkles a trail of salt onto my neck and all of a sudden, I’m drunkenly giggling from both the attention of everyone and the small crystals tickling my body.

I slightly jump, not wanting to disturb what Annie has already laid out when I feel her carefully pouring cold tequila into the valley of my stomach. I wonder in anticipation of who's going to be my partner when I see a shadow steadily begin to dwarf my frame, belonging to the figure of a boy in my history class named Pete Thelman.

I’ve never talked to him but he catches my eyes from time to time. He’s quiet in class but when spoken to, is so self-assured in himself in a way that I can only admire from afar. He's confident about his style, the way he carries himself, and the lifestyle he and the other goths lead. His handsome face catches the glow of multicolor lights and I blush in excitement as he places a wedge of lime onto my mouth, the side of his thumb lightly wiping the edge of my lips.

He lazily glances around to the others in the room without speaking to let them know that he’s about to start and I’m nervous when he cages me in with his arms, leaning his body over mine to start his descent on my neck. With the salt, the sensation is much more different than Bebe’s lone tongue and it feels like my body seizes from movement as I unconsciously hold my breath.

The wet appendage does nothing to soothe my hot body, and I’m mesmerized by the touch of the boy in front of me—of the dedication that he has at the task he's currently presented with. He’s tantalizingly slow as his tongue drags across my neck and it feels like all the surrounding noise comes to a standstill while the body’s around me stops. As he’s making delicate work, his large hand comes up and angles my face to gain more access by caressing my cheek.

Once done, he makes quick eye contact to check on my current state before making his way over to the other side of the table. He takes his time with his hands nonchalantly stuffed into his pant's pockets and the anticipation begins to slowly kill me. My legs dangle off the table while he makes himself at home in between my legs.

All of a sudden, muscular hands take hold of either side of my hips, grasping it firmly and pulling my body closer to the edge. I’m no stranger to the male touch but this foreign situation has me feeling exhilarated and I feel like I’m about to combust. Or vomit in the closest sink, the butterflies in my stomach feel like they're about to erupt and they're finding a way out.

My heartbeat picks up when his hands smoothes their thumbs over the expanse of skin that he has access to, eliciting goosebumps. Before I know it, his tongue returns to my body like it’s calling him back home. I feel like I’m dying of thirst as my mouth becomes dry, parched at the sight before me: Pete between my legs, lightly sucking and licking every drop of alcohol.

He takes his time, slow and steady. All the while, he holds eye contact with me, his devoted gaze never breaks apart from mine. A mantra of repeated oh my god's take up my thoughts.

When he makes his last stop to my mouth, I notice that he doesn't look at me as his face slowly covers mine. I look to the side to see what catches the attention of the ever elusive goth and find myself spotting my brother and the guys at the front of the crowd. The flashing lights make it hard to make out their expressions but their clenched fists are tell tale signs of their reactions.

Have they been there the whole time?

Pete smirks at me and before I can swoon, he nips at the lime in my mouth. His plump lips lightly brush against mine, still slightly wet from his previous ministrations. I’m treated by a deep chuckle that rumbles out from the good looking male as my hands unconsciously shoot up to grasp onto a handful of his dress shirt. It doesn't matter that I'm already laying down, I feel overwhelmed and need something to anchor me to this moment. His black and red fringe lightly tickles my cheeks and the side of my lips quirk up.

All too soon, he’s suddenly being yanked up by my brother. Craig pushes his way next to us as Butters slowly helps me lift my body into a sitting position. Craig's face is close to Pete’s as they have a stare off, glaring at each other before the goth rolls his eyes and shoulder checks the tall teen when he walks away.

Craig looks back at me and gently takes my hand, guiding me down onto the floor. My legs wobble from what just occurred, my thoughts running at the new experience of being touched by a male like that for the first time—to be under the male gaze like that for the first time. I grasp onto his arm and hug it close to my chest in a daze, oblivious to frustrated blue eyes watching me.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After being safely returned to the boys, they spend every second babying me. Figures.

“Come on, Y/N. Drink a little more water.” Kyle presses the lip of the water bottle to my mouth in an attempt to sober me up, his unoccupied arm wrapped around my shoulders. When he gets no response but my stubbornly shaking head, he resorts to the tactic he uses when I’m sick and I won’t take my medicine: guilt tripping.

“Please? For me? Do it for your Ky?” I can’t resist for long when he talks to me like that and before I know it, I cave in and drink as told. Curse Aunt Sheila and Uncle Gerald for their heavenly good genes.

From my other side, Butters consoles me by rubbing my back. “There, there, little buddy. Do you need to lay down for some sleepy night-night?”

”Meh meh meh meh meh.” Cartman mocks the blonde, “Great idea, Butters. Have her sleep it off so that she can throw up and choke on her own vomit when she’s asleep.”

We ignore him as Clyde makes a face, dabbing a wet wash cloth to my stomach in an effort to rid myself of the pungent smell of alcohol. He has a sensitive stomach and does not want to hear any type of shit about vomit. Butters is your type of man if you want someone to accompany you to the bathroom. He's held my hair up plenty of times.

“Are you sure you were okay with what they did to you?” My brother paces in front of me and the other guys in the master bedroom’s bathroom that we’re all seeking refuge in.

“Because if you’re as intoxicated as you are right now, I have a hard time believing that you knew what was going on.” He continues as his hand grasps onto the raven locks on his head and he stresses his words. His party attire doesn't consist of his beloved hat.

“I’m okaaaaay.” I stress the word out for further emphasis, “They kept asking if it was what I wanted and I was down for whatever the babes wanted to do.”

“Y/N, be serious!” I roll my eyes at my brother and his overprotectiveness.

“I am! It’s not like the girls had a dick to stick it in. Be for-fucking-real Stan, it was just a kiss,” I shrug. “Do I need to take you on a visit to PC principal so he can remind you on what consent is?”

“Big talk coming from a virgin who just got her second kiss.” Cartman snarks before Kyle slaps the back of his head in retaliation.

“Aye! What the fuck was that for?! Not my fault she got my sloppy seconds.”

“Dude! Shut the FUCK up!”

My attention to the quarrel gets interrupted when a pair of hands firmly grasps my shoulders, to which I look up to see Kenny. His expression is uncharacteristically serious as he gently holds onto my chin and lifts my face towards him.

“Uh, what the fuck are you doing?” Kyle asks, trying to push the blonde’s hand off of me.

“I’m going to sterilize her with a kiss of my own,” Comes the solemn reply.

“Aw, dude. Fuck off. Please.” Stan furrows his eyebrows and pinches the bridge of his nose.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

After reassuring everyone multiple times that I’m okay and that they can continue to have fun, the boys reluctantly leave me behind with Kenny and Craig, both of them offering to stay back in the bathroom with me.

Smoke wafts out of Craig’s mouth, his hand holding a blunt that Kenny pulled out and lit. He used his yellow lighter, the one I decorated with hello kitty stickers back when we were still in middle school. My eyes are mesmerized by the blondes hands, his long fingers toying with the brightly colored object.

We’re all squished into the bathtub, Craig to my left with his long ass legs hanging out, his back against the cool tiled wall. Similar to the ravenette, my legs dangle out of the bathtub with my back against the same wall, in between the two boys. Kenny, however, opts to position himself perpendicular from us.

His legs are draped across both of our laps instead and he’s able to look at our faces without turning his head from this position. Smoking is a common activity that some of us partake in when we hang out but I’d have to say that both Kenny and Craig are my designated smoking buddies.

The chullo wearing teen nudges my arm in a nonverbal way of asking if I want a hit and I turn to look from the blunt to his relaxed face. I think about what the girls and I talked about earlier. He really is handsome.

Instead of taking it from him, I maintain eye contact with the ravenette as I hit the blunt directly from his hand, his fingers caressing the side of my face from the close proximity my bold actions grant. We both lazily watch each other as I slowly inhale. The blazing embers light up his calm features, the orange hue accentuating the deep blue of his pretty eyes.

Satisfied, I lean back into my original position until Kenny leans over me, his face close to mine. He quirks an eyebrow at me and like Craig, I maintain steady eye contact with the blonde as I slightly part my lips in invitation. Tendrils of smoke slowly pool out of my mouth.

We maintain our eye contact as I lament on how beautiful my friend is. I breathe in his comforting scent and am reminded on how at home he makes me feel. His boyish grin and soft eyes provide me with a solace that I can always count on. The space between us steadily grows smaller as I begin to slowly blow the smoke out of my mouth onto his, Kenny inhaling it from his own parted lips as I shotgun him the smoke.

This intimate moment of silence shared between the three of us engraves itself into my memories, precious and valuable. I hug both of their arms closer to my body, feeling overwhelmed by the happiness I feel right now with them.

The boys share a look over my head.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I wake up to the slight pounding to the temples of my head and throw my covers off me. I want to sleep in some more but the pain isn’t something that I can ignore without painkillers. That, and my stomach is crying for me to eat something.

I drag my feet to the bathroom with my eyes half closed due to sleepiness and the bright sun. Brushing my teeth and lazily scratching at my side, I notice that my makeup from last night got properly taken off. My parents are out of town this weekend and aren’t due back until tomorrow so it couldn’t have been my mom. Did my brother take it off for me..? Oh wait.

Ditching the rest of the party, the guys and I decide to sober up by walking out into the cold night air to the nearest 24-hour diner. After stuffing our faces with shitty breakfast food, I find myself in the bathroom back at home facing away from the sink but leaning my weight against the counter.

Kenny is propped up behind me, my body caged in between his legs. He softly hums to himself as he pins my hair away from my face with the various cute clips he finds in my cabinet. When he’s satisfied, the blonde shifts to wrap his arms around me.

To my front, Craig begins to gently massage the cleansing oil to get rid of all my makeup. When he’s done and everything is a mixed up, gray blob on my face, I open my eyes and stare at him as he inspects me to see that he got everything. Satisfied, he makes eye contact with me again and snickers a nasally ‘cute’ before guiding me to wash my face.

The last thing I remember are soft kisses pressed to my head as darkness envelopes me. Sleep gently carries me as I hear muffled laughter from the other room.

I slowly but surely get myself downstairs with my half closed, sleep-filled eyes and hear low mumbling.

Damn, Stan’s already awake..? After how much he drank last night? Probably eating breakfast with the television on.

The smell of coffee permeates all of downstairs so I robotically take myself to the kitchen for a much needed pick-me-up. I don’t need to fully open my eyes to see where I’m going, having lived in this house all of my life. The mumbling stops as I run on auto-pilot, grabbing a mug on my way to heft myself up onto the kitchen counter, right next to the coffee maker.

As I begin to wake up more from the caffeine, I happily kick my dangling feet back and forth from the height. Opening my eyes, however, I see that all the guys are seated at the dining table that's in the kitchen. All watching me in varying states of deepening red cheeks, slightly agape mouths, and embarrassment.

Oh. They were probably too inebriated to make the separate journeys home and crashed the night instead since the folks are out, I think to myself until someone awkwardly clears their throat.

My sleep-addled brain kicks into overdrive to catch up with the situation and when it finally clicks, I look down to see myself in just an oversized band shirt and my underwear. My go-to pajama fit.

The edge of my makeshift dress rests high above one of my thighs from carelessly throwing myself onto the counter, exposing my lack of a pajama bottom. A flash of soft skin and lacy black reaches my eyes.

My head shoots up to look at the guys in panic, but I notice that my brother is instead, focused on a spot higher up. I look hastily back down, frantically scanning my body until I realize.

They can also see the angry red of the hickey Bebe gave me last night.

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #lalawrites

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it’s lunch time!

suzue has somewhere to be for lunch so she isn’t able to spend time with you. still, you are left with the hint to ponder who your mystery love letter writer is. 

‘we spend our time together 5 days a week, but even in those 5 days, closeness i still seek.’ 

it’s a vague hint, almost making everyone and anyone a strong candidate, but it’s enough to get you started somewhere. 

and as always, you’re having lunch with the other second years on the volleyball team. you aren’t so sure whether or not you should bring the love letter and challenge up with them—if they’d even know anything or if they just might blow it out of proportion—so you think to keep it to yourself and just work around the existence of the letter. 

“mannnnn it’d be nice if suzue was ‘ere,” atsumu whines, letting out a sigh as he deflates against the gym wall. 

you, the miya twins, suna and ginjima are all comfy in a corner of the volleyball team’s gymnasium where your group typically always has lunch. suna and osamu are busy reading over one another’s shoulders of the newest release of jump (they had borrowed it from a classmate); ginjima is hurriedly copying someone else’s homework because he of course forgot to do his own; and atsumu slumps against the wall by your side with his now empty bento box resting on his chest. 

you look to him with a small smile. “it’s not like she’s never comin’ back, tsumu,” you tell him, raising one brow, “she’s just got a meetin’ with some of the baking club kids since, ya know, that was her club before ya snag ‘er from it.”

atsumu’s quick to move his bento off his chest and sit up. he’s fired up with your light jab and gets up on his feet, raising his voice at no one in particular. “and that’s my point exactly! she’s part of our club now and they’re still stealin’ ‘er away! she told me she was gonna let me borrow ‘er nintendo ds at lunch and now i ain’t playin’ on it ‘cuz she doesn’t wanna let me play on it unsupervised!” 

“maybe ‘cuz ya dropped it last time and she had to beg ‘er parents to get the screen replaced?” osamu calls out which makes atsumu’s head whip towards him, "and ain't it the dsi? that's much more expensive than a regular ds, no?" 

the blond points a finger at his twin. “shut yer trap!” he says as he crosses his arms tightly, "i already apologized and i felt bad! i even gave 'er my allowance that i was saving to buy my own ds!" he spoke with a small whine as he began to pace around, clearly frustrated at the absence of suzue and the rise of his previous... crime… it seems that he really does want to play on her dsi, though, and you wonder what game he was suppose to play. 

ginjima beats you to the question. “what were ya gonna play, tsumu?”

atsumu's mood lifts and he grins. “animal crossing,” he says proudly, “i’m thinkin’ of gettin’ the game! ya have it too don’tcha, y/n?” atsumu turns to you with an excited expression and you can’t help but smile, amused with his sudden change of mood. 

he was rather adorable when he was excited—the way his eyes sparkled for things other than volleyball was always amusing to you. 

“i do, yeah,” you respond pleasantly, “me and suzue play together sometimes. it’s pretty fun.”

“it’s kinda boring,” suna chimes in, everyone turning to face him. his lips purse slightly before he returns his attention to the shounen jump magazine. “my sister plays it. all you do is run around and i don’t know… pick up weeds and chop trees or whatever.” 

atsumu snarks back before you can. 

“hey don’t shit on the game, sunarin!” atsumu huffs, crossing his arms, “ya ain’t just given it a real try yet! plus, suzue's a real master at the game and she said if i get a console and the game, she'll help me out tons!"

you all share a laugh, his passion amusing the rest of you. you find it cute, though, and can't help but entertain him just a bit.

"did she?" you ask, a smile on her face.

the blond gives you two deep nods. 

“well, if ya head over to the kitchens now, ya just might find ‘er,” ginjima chuckles, pausing his hurried copying to give atsumu a grin. it’s a small push that he gives to the blond, knowing just how eager he is and how long he’s been talking to suzue about the game. “there’s around 30 minutes of lunch left.” 

atsumu tilts his head, furrows his brows, and thinks. it doesn’t take long for him to come up with a decision. “yer right! i’ll go get ‘er now! maybe i’ll just sit in the kitchen or whatever and play there, right?” 

you laugh lightly. “well, that is an option.”

he gives you a bright smile. 

“wanna come?”

what will you do?

accompany atsumu to find suzue

stay behind with ginjima, suna, and osamu

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more than a feeling pt II | stranger things ; e munson

A/N ; As promised, the second part to my new girl!reader x Eddie Munson fic thing.. Okay, well I didn't exactly promise and I dunno if anybody but me actually wanted this to happen but... Here we are. I thought this idea was cute when it came to me whilst washing dishes, so I wrote it all down in a rush.

There miiight be more to this sooner or later. There will definitely be a third part bc I have to conclude the events of this little part if nothing else.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x newgirl!Fem reader.

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ;  part I can be found here. We're playing it fast and loose with the timeline. This does take place in 86, however.. I doubt I bring in any of the stuff that actually happens on the show because honestly, do we wanna relive it? So this is just a 'slice of life' teen rom com type thing, I guess. This chapter is maaybe two to three weeks from the last chapter. And we'll just assume that while Eddie has never been to readers grandparents place, reader has been to Eddie's trailer on more than one occasion.

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Warnings ; that awkwardly cute moment when boy really sees girl. lotsa cute and fluffy stuff aaaand.... a grandmother who ships it when it comes to Reader and Eddie Munson. A mention of a church carnival too.

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You could hear  your little sisters running around downstairs. Your grandma shouts out from the kitchen and the landline is ringing. Outside, the sound of your grandpa starting up the old tractor floats in through the crack in your window. You’re lying on your stomach in bed, a romance novel open in your hand.

If your mom wasn’t a variable, you think to yourself, you could get used to this, the little noises and the smells that make your estranged grandparents two story farmhouse a home. You could get used to Hawkins… To Eddie, to the freshman kids Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson that your grandma paid thirty bucks to babysit the hellions known as your twins Lulu and Lola.

The surprising thing in all this is you’d be willing to let your guard down with Eddie just a little more if only you knew you’d be calling Hawkins home. The thought brings a quiet and thoughtful sigh and you lay down the book on your nightstand when your bedroom door bursts open, two little giggling 4 year olds bolting inside with brownies in their hands -and chocolate all over their faces. 

“Okay, you two. Grams said not to get into those, they’re for that carnival at the church later.” you raise to sit. Lola nudges Lulu and whispers. You grab hold of both, tickling them on their sides until the three of you are a heap on the floor of your mother’s childhood bedroom.

Then Lola ends it by making things weird because she’s Lola, that’s what she does, and she grabs your face to give you a cow lick on your right cheek. 

“Mimi said you gotta come too. To church tonight. Said she wants her friends to meet ya. One of ‘em’s got a really cuuuute son.” Lola giggles as she says it and you bite your lip, pausing. Your grandma must be up to her little matchmaking tricks again… Whether it be trying to shove you together with new friends or some boy who knows or is related to one of her old friends, and so far, you’ve managed to dodge every single attempt made. Well, aside from Chrissy Cunningham but maybe that has everything to do with the naive little sister vibe she puts out into the world and you feeling some kind of responsibility towards her because of the fact that her so-called boyfriend was a cheating prick and you’d kind of spilled the beans about it.

But it wasn’t a real friendship… Right?

And you’re only friends with Eddie and the two freshman boys who come by to babysit for your grandmother when you can’t because you’re working down at the  diner… Eddie just kind of made himself a place in your life. The two boys, you’re just polite with because everyone else treats them like outcasts and to you, that really sucks.

None of the above were real friendships. And the boys your grandmother was always accidentally introducing you to, good lord.

You wouldn’t even get started thinking about that.

You laugh softly. “Oh she does, huh?”

“Mhm.” Lulu is the one who answers, a soft smile. “And I wanna show you what we made Ma in Sunday school.”

“Sweetie, I dunno, I mean… Pretty sure that lightning will strike the place and burn it to the ground if I set foot inside.” you protest, but then the two little hellions give you their best begging pouts and you know you’re about to cave in. You find yourself thinking that maybe if you do, it’ll get Grams off your case a little bit. Maybe she’ll give you a break, stop trying to push you into friendships -and relationships, so often when she’s gotta know your mom’s just going to get out, collect the three of you and move you away from Hawkins.

Even if maybe, you don’t really want to leave now. You’ll have to, because she’s your mother and she’d never survive on her own.

“Please!?”

“Pretty please?!” they chorus and you groan quietly. “Okay, alright, fiiiiine. You two want me to go so bad, go find me a dress, alright?”

The twins rush the overspilling chaotic mess you call a closet -most of the clothes inside belonged to your mother when she was your age, most of your clothes are either bolder and somehow wilder or they’re more subdued and neutral, there is no in between.

After what feels like a lifetime, the two twins are rushing back over to where you’re sitting on your bed, their arms full of dresses.

You laugh softly. “They’re cute.” you sift through the pile and you settle on the soft pink one for some reason. It’s got straps that tie at the shoulder and hopefully it’ll be long enough to at least be close to decent. It had to have been your mothers, she’s the one who had the penchant for soft pink and all things girly like your twins have. Like you would have if say, you hadn't conditioned yourself to be your mother's polar opposite for the most part because you can't let yourself repeat her cycle.

Your sister Lola brings over a soft red and black plaid flannel shirt and you wrinkle your nose. “I dunno this will work, pixie dust.”

“It’s pretty. And red makes you happy.” Lola shrugs, shuffling dirty bare feet against dark wooden floorboards. You mull it over. It’s not as if you intend to return to the church your grandmother attends religiously every wednesday and sunday of every single week, rain snow or shine. And you’re not trying to make any sort of impression, because you gave up caring what anybody thinks about you when you were around the age of your little sisters.

“Okay, alright. Guess I better go get dressed.” you shrug. And you pull yourself up off the bed, preparing to go throw on the dress and the flannel shirt.

The doorbell sounds on the floor below and the twins jump up and race down. You peer out of your bedroom window, curious.

And you flatten yourself against the soft pink walls of your mother’s old bedroom when you spot Eddie Munson’s van parked idle in the long dirt driveway leading up to your grandparents farmhouse. “What the hell, Munson? How… Okay, I never told the guy where I lived. How’d he find out?” you wonder to yourself just as the twins race back into your bedroom, the door banging shut behind them.

“You gotta get dressed. C’mon.”

“There’s a boy.” Lola wrinkles her nose. “He smells funny, kinda. Like smoke.”

“And he’s soooooooo cute. So cute.” Lulu gushes, leaning dramatically against your bedroom door.

You palm your face at your little sister despite knowing damn well that deep down, her statement is exactly what you think about Eddie sometimes. Especially when he’s focused on practicing his guitar or he’s got his nose buried in Lord of the Rings and trying to give you a dramatic reading just so you can't focus on your own horror novel of choice.. Or he’s driving around town with you with Black Sabbath or Kiss playing soft and low in the background.

But he just doesn’t see you like that.

Chrissy, yes. Yes he does. But not you.

It stings a little but knowing you’ll be leaving sooner or later somehow softens the blow. And you’re gearing up to try and shove Chrissy and Eddie together somehow because you’ve seen the way he looks at her and you know him well enough to know that if he’s looking after her when you’ve  gone, she’ll be protected.

Grams calls up the stairs to you. “You’ve got a visitor, sweetie. Make it quick, alright? We’re leavin for the church carnival in ten, soon as the red beans n’ rice are done. You’re comin too.” and you can’t tell by the tone whether the hurry up is her, giving you a little time alone with your friend or telling you to make it quick because she doesn’t want him in her house.

You throw on the pale pink sundress and the oversized flannel and you’re just tugging on your boots when you hear the twins high pitch squeals from down below. Just to keep them from swarming Eddie with a million little questions or trying to climb him like a goddamn jungle gym -something you also secretly wouldn’t mind doing, you step out of your room and make your way down the stairs.

Lola, of course, has demanded to be picked up. Eddie is currently holding her on his right hip. Giggling. Lulu is holding out his arm to admire the black ink bats that adorn the skin of his forearms. “They’re pretty! Are they birds?”

Eddie snickers. “Bats, actually.”

Your grandma locks eyes with you and you are… Not prepared for her little teasing grin. Or the way she nods her head in his direction while laughing softly and fanning herself just to make your cheeks flame hot.

“Girls, c’mon. We gotta put those costumes on, right?” Your grandmother adresses your little sisters.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah! I need my fairy wings!”

You laugh as Lola climbs down from Eddie’s arms and bolts up the stairs with lightning speed. Lulu is on her tail fussing. “The purple one is MINE. Not yours, okay?”

Your hand finds your face and you suddenly have not one clue what to say. Your grandmother wanders out of the kitchen and shoves a plastic bag into your hands bearing the name of the local department store downtown. “It’s a costume thing, lil bit.” she purrs, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “Picked you up somethin.”

“Grams, no. I’m not a baby.”

“Would you relax?” the older woman pauses with a hand on her hip, “It’s just a pair of cat ears or a flower crown thing. Flower crown would go with that interesting combo you’ve got goin on, come to think of it. Sides… It’s not like I got to do any of this stuff when you were little. Indulge an old lady, will ya?” she throws another wink at you as she ascends the stairwell, vanishing from sight.

This leaves you and Eddie all alone in the foyer of your grandmother’s farmhouse. And suddenly, despite having worn shorter dresses or skirts than the one you wear currently, you feel naked. Dare say, vulnerable.

Doe eyes scan your body and blink slowly. Eddie wants to stop staring but he just can't. It's become a huge problem for him lately and the only comfort he has is the knowledge that you insist that as soon as your mom comes back, you'll be gone. And it's really not a comfort, he thinks to himself as his eyes roam your body while you're busy digging in the bag and thankfully, not looking at him at all, because he just doesn't want you to leave. He's not looking forward to the inevitable end, to when he won't see you, he won't be sharing a book with you in sex ed first thing in the morning. When you're not popping up at his uncle's place with leftover burgers and fries fresh off a shift after school down at the diner in town.

You occupy yourself with digging in the bag, laughing to yourself quietly as you produce the flower crown headband and pop it on your head. Laughing as you finally manage to glance up at him. All you can do is shrug. “So uh… what brings you by, Munson?”

Eddie shuffles dirty sneakers against the floor and drags his hand through frizzy brown hair. His mouth opens and closes because the whole way over, Dustin’s pep talk had been right there, spurring him on and now, suddenly.. Seeing you like this. Without the leather jacket and the little smirk or the bold red lipstick and heavy mascara, well… It’s like every thought’s left the boy’s head on sight.

He’d come over to ask if you wanted to come hang out at his uncle’s trailer tonight. Just watch horror movies and laugh at how dumb they were, how realistically, things would go way different. Gareth and Jeff would be there like usual, he just… Wanted all of his friends there.

He really wanted you there. Maybe he wants to pretend this is a date. He wants to spend the night with you, maybe in his mind he can tell himself that you'll get scared during a bloodbath on screen and bury your face in his shoulder.. Something sappy like that.

“Eddie.” you step closer, laughing. You jump up a little to snap your fingers in his face. “Earth to Munson. Come in, Munson. Do I need to get the holy water and a priest, sir? Have you been possessed? Blink twice if you’re in danger, man.” you’re teasing and laughing but all Eddie can do is stare. And try not to sniff you when the combination of strawberry shampoo and soft baked goods fills his nose and makes his mouth water like it always seems to lately.

If he keeps this up, Gareth is right. He will manage to make it awkward.

You step even closer, your body bumps up against his lightly. He bites down on the inside of his cheek and finally, the fog in his brain at the sight of you like this is clearing away. “I uh… I wanted to stop by and see if you wanted to watch horror movies out at my place tonight.” he manages to stammer out, “Gare and Jeff are going to be there too.”

Before you can answer the question, your grandmother speaks up from behind you. “She’ll be there.” and she fixes her gaze on you with a little smirk that tells you she’s definitely up to something. “I should have some brownies left. I’ll send ‘em over.” she pauses. “The special ones. The ones in the yellow dish, sweets.” she clarifies and your mouth drops open.

There is absolutely no way she’s just said what she’s said. Not only is she practically shoving you at Eddie right now, she's offering up the brownies you baked earlier to feed the guy.

“Grams, I don’t..” but she silences you. “You’re going to take that boy brownies, sweetheart. Looks like he hasn’t eaten a good meal in weeks, let alone dessert.” and promptly turns to Eddie, smirking. “Wait til you taste ‘em, oh man.” she laughs softly.

“Girls, get your sweaters. We’ll go start loading everything up in the car. Your grandpa left a little while ago, he’s in charge of the hayride.” your grandma is rushing your little sisters out the door and the door bangs shut behind the three.

It leaves you all alone with Eddie a second time. And there’s this thickness to the air. It’s smothering, sweltering even. You almost can’t breathe.

But.. you do manage to ask the question you’re dying to know the answer to. “So uh… Not that I mind or anything but like..” you pause to glance down and fidget with the sleeves of the flannel as they cover the tips of your fingers, “Who told you where I live? I really don’t mind, I swear.. It’s just..” you gesture to the door your grandmother has taken your little sisters out of, “It’s a little chaotic around here… Especially those two, they’ll climb you like a jungle gym.”

Eddie snickers. "They were kinda cute. Real talkative. Guessing that gene kinda skipped you, hm?" he's teasing you a little and you pout up at him. Fidgeting again, you can't seem to stop and he can't help but notice it. Or the way the flannel shirt is three sizes too big and it nearly swallows your hands.

And if he were one of the cockier boys to roam Hawkins High’s halls, he’d almost think the little stammering you just did or the way you’re fidgeting and you can’t look at him quite as easily as you tend to all mean that you’re flustered. But he's not, so when the thought surfaces, he pushes it aside. Because there's no way he can fluster you. Not you with the dry wit and the loud mouth, not you who can name several alternate names for a penis or tell a joke so dirty it'll make him look at you sideways and wonder where in the hell and how in the hell it came out of you to begin with.

Eddie shrugs. “Apparently Dustin and Mike babysit your sisters? And Dustin, he told me where you live.”

You smile. “Well, now you know.. You can come by, ya know.. I don’t mind.”

Eddie chuckles quietly and steps a little closer. Towering over you as he stares down at you. Biting lips you’ve fantasized about kissing way, way, way too much recently. You remind yourself that you’re setting him up with Chrissy for both of their own good and try -while failing at, shoving any and all thoughts of Eddie’s lips and what you’d like to do to them out of your mind for the moment. “Is this you admitting that maybe having a friend isn’t the worst thing in the world, midget?”

“Hey! I am not a midget. I’m fun sized, damn it.”

“Oh, I bet you are.” Eddie’s words fall away and his hand raises, smoothing hair back out of your eyes. You clench your thighs and shuffle your feet because the warmth of his hand and the coolness of the metal adorning his fingers is a contrast and it’s one that you could get used to feeling, if only you’d allow yourself.

“Save the innuendo for your little lover girl.” you snort, pretending to be the tough girl like he’s used to. You smirk up at him and tease quietly, “Yes, I know about your thing for a certain cheerleader. It’s cute. Kinda sweet in a weird and dorky way.” you shrug.

It is sweet. You just wish he looked at you like he looked at her.

But again, the knowledge that you and your sisters won’t be here much longer is what keeps the sting out of it and keeps any jealousy you might be inclined to feel at bay. And it makes things a little less awkward in that you can joke and tease him about it and knowing you’ll leave sooner or later makes it a little easier to just go with the flow.

All you want is the tattooed rocker standing almost body to body with you in your grandparents foyer to be happy. It just sucks that you’re almost willing to bet your actual life on the fact that you won’t be the one who makes him happy. Because you’ll have to leave.

It always happens.

“So uh… What time?” you ask after a few long seconds when you can feel your breath catch in your throat at least two times. Eddie shrugs. “What time are you gonna be able to slip away from the thing?”

“Well, I did say I’d stay, do stuff with my sisters. Probably like an hour or two? So around 8?”

Eddie grins. Still shocked by you without all the sass and the leather jacket and the makeup he’s used to seeing, it’s thrown him for quite the loop.

“8 works for me.” he answers quietly. Stepping even closer before he can stop himself from doing it. “Hope you’re okay with blood and guts.”

You cluck your tongue and tap a boot against the floor. “Do I look like the kinda girl who isn’t?” you ask but internally, you are probably just a shade squeamish. Reading true crime and horror like you tend to, that’s totally different. Seeing it, especially with your whole thing about mass amounts of blood… You’re just not sure how well this is going to go.

Eddie walks you over to the Impala and opens the driver door for you. And it happens again, you find yourself body to body with him and instead of sinking down to sit in the driver seat like you were about to, you hesitate. You raise a hand to brush some hair out of his face and you laugh softly. “I’ll uh.. See you then.”

“Yeah.” he gives you that lazy grin and after you sit down, he shuts the door to your car. You watch him as he walks away to his waiting van and you let out several long and ragged breaths as you lean your forehead against the steering wheel.

And you tell yourself for the millionth time that you cannot, you absolutely cannot fall in love with Eddie Munson.

But somehow, you know deep down that it’s too late and you’re fucked with a capital F.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x newgirl!fem reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x newgirl!reader imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson mutual pining #// okay look. i lowkey feel like this was so stinkin cuuute. #// forgive me if Eddie is wildly OOC. i'm still uh... getting a read on him as a character and my own take on him.

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Soulmates Pt 2.

Summary:

When Bradley Bradshaw finds himself single and transferring from the base in Virginia to the base in San Diego California he expects it to be a pretty boring trip, and given he’s chosen to fly as if he were a civilian he plans to drink his way through the whole thing so maybe just maybe he can fast track fixing his broken heart. But what he doesn’t expect is to meet the girl of his dreams.

Addilyn finds herself in a much better place than she’d been the year previous. And despite her promise to herself that she wasn’t going to jump into a new relationship or move too fast as she’d had the tendency to do, decides to turn on the charm with the cute yet sad man at the airport bar.

With both feeling a comfort they hadn’t experienced with anyone else before things could get interesting.

Notes:

Hello all, so this is my first Top Gun fic so I hope whoever's reading this enjoys! Would love to hear your thoughts! This work of fiction is fairly indulgent.

I do not give permission for them or my work to be published or copied to any other source.

Warnings featured throughout the story: 18+ minors DNI. Smut. Fluff, angst, all around cuteness, lots of flirting/pining. Age difference Addilyn (Phoenix’s younger sister) is in her mid-20s and Bradley is in his 30s. Pregnancy, emotional triggers. Language. Mentions of infertility. 

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Rooster was lying on the bench with Fanboy, his finger curled around the bench press bar; he had hoped to avoid this conversation. He wasn’t even really sure he knew what was going on. The idea of keeping everything as much between himself and Addilyn until he figured out what was going on, sounded best. He knew the topic couldn’t be avoided, at least not by his friends.

“So are you gonna tell us what happened? Or are we supposed to be taking guesses here?” Fanboy asked as he stood looking down at Rooster while he benched pressed.

“What'd you wanna know?”

“Well, for starters why did you and Cassie break up?” Fanboy asked as he watched.

“We weren’t compatible. I mean I want to get married and start a family, I want kids, and she didn’t. I had become complacent in the relationship thinking maybe it would all work out.” He said as he pushed the bar up one final time before placing it back in the holders.

“And what about that new girl? The one we took home from the airport? You two seemed close for having only just met.”

Bradley felt the smile on his face as he sat on the bench. It was crazy how Addilyn was mentioned and his heart sped up a little.

“There isn’t much to tell. I mean we met at the airport and since both of us were heading to California we just traveled together.”

Fanboy raised an eyebrow at Rooster shaking his head.

Rooster didn’t care though. He wasn’t sure how Addilyn was feeling about things. He didn’t even know if something was happening between them. Either way, he wanted to keep it between them. The second people aside from him and Addilyn knew about what was going on everything would change. He knew that no matter what they did people would always have their opinions. And frankly, he wanted to make sure he was on the same page as her before anyone else. Everyone else and their opinions be damned.

“Nothing happened-” Bradley shook his head and stood up. “-We talked at the airport. And then I asked you guys to take her home because I wanted to make sure she got home safe.”

“Why’d you stay at her house then man? What the hell was that about?”

“I may have told her I’d be staying in a hotel all weekend because my place wasn’t ready, and she offered to let me stay with her so I didn’t have to.”

Fanboy sighed as he took his place on the bench.

Bradley hoped that he’d played everything off okay. Though he had felt his neck getting a little warm and he was sure his cheeks were turning red too. Whatever was going on, Addilyn was making him feel things.

It is obvious that he felt something for Addilyn. It was strong, what he was feeling about her, especially given he’d only really known her for twenty-four hours. He knew that he really liked the way she called him lover boy.

Was it wrong that in the last twenty-four hours he’d felt more alive than since he was nineteen?

Feeling Addilyn’s hand against his own, feeling her fingers intertwined with his honestly had set his heart on fire. Smelling her sweet vanilla and coconut shampoo while she slept snuggled against him, the best a person could, on an airplane, had made him feel alive. Hearing her ask him in the most adorable sleepy voice ever if he’d stay over. Not because she wanted anything from him, simply because she wanted to take care of him had made him feel seen and loved.

Waking up that morning to the sound of the shower and her sweet voice pouring out of her bathroom as she sang some Taylor Swift song unaware that he was awake made him smile. Eventually, when he pulled himself out of her bed, walking into her kitchen and seeing her leaned against her counter with a coffee mug in her hand had honestly made it nearly impossible for him not to just wrap his arms around her and show her how he felt.

But he’d refrained as he didn’t want to overstep. He didn’t want to push himself on her or move faster than she was willing. He didn’t want to assume things. Just because she cuddled with him on a plane, or asked him to stay over so he wouldn’t have to stay in a hotel, didn’t mean she wanted anything from him.

Honestly, Bradley Bradshaw was confused, conflicted if you will. He knew he was feeling a lot of things about Addilyn. A lot of things he didn’t know he could feel about someone as quickly as he had. Honestly that both scared and excited him at the same time.

–

Addilyn rolled her eyes at her friends as she walked out of the fitting room. She felt ridiculous in the most recent dress that her best friend Della has insisted they try on. “I’m not wearing this in your wedding. It’s atrocious.”

Della leaned back on the couch and pursed her lips as she looked Addy over trying to decide what she thought.

“Presley, are you almost ready? I need to see both dresses. And I don’t think it’s that bad Addy.”

Presley walked out of her fitting room seconds later doing a cute turn so she could show off for Della.

“Della, it has puffy sleeves. You actually like this?” Addy said as she also did a spin in the dress per the request of Della.

Della groaned and ran her hands over her face. “No. Addy, I hate that dress. I kind of like Presley’s though…”

“You realize you’re getting married in two and half months right? We’re cutting it pretty close to the wire already. You know, most people have this part figured out by now.” Presley said resting her hands on her hips.

“I know, I’m just so indecisive. I swear Chris should’ve been the one who picked everything out. What do you guys think?”

Addilyn sighed. “I wouldn’t trust Chris on this matter. Presley, do you remember the prom incident? And I liked the one we tried before I left to see my sister. But please for my sanity pick a dress so we can cross this off our list.”

“Ooh. I liked that one too. And I think they still have them in the color you wanted. And yea no Della Christ would be a horrible person to pick anything out. He’d insisted on tagging along while we went dress shopping and he’d actually told Addy that she should wear a puke green colored dress because it complimented her skin tone. Apparently, I would look best in something that was a color I’ve never seen and never want to see again.” Presley added needing this to be over as well. Though if Della didn’t do something, there was bound to be a meltdown somewhere.

Della never understood how they’d been friends with Chris, her fiancé, for so long. But she was glad because without their weird friendship that has lasted them well past high school, she never would’ve even met Chris. Finally, she stood up from the couch and went to find someone to help them. Officially deciding that if everyone liked the dresses from before, and it came in the color she wanted then she was just going to suck it up and go with that.

While they waited for her to return Presley stepped back into the fitting room to get out of the dress. And Addy dozed off into her own thoughts.

Addilyn leaned against the wall thinking about Bradley. She liked the dynamic they had. She felt comfortable enough around him to let loose and feel confident in herself. Whatever thing they had started was moving at a comfortable pace for her at the moment. Nothing had happened aside from harmless flirting and she didn’t feel he was the type of guy to push past boundaries. All she needed was some to set boundaries, clarify that she didn’t want to be a rebound. If he was hoping for that then he’d have to look elsewhere.

It wasn’t like hearing him call her baby girl turned her on or anything. And she didn’t care how nice and warm his skin felt against her when she’d woken up, or how he’d looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his pink lips parted ever so slightly the only sound coming from him was the soft snore that morning.

She also couldn’t help but find the fact that he was so caring towards her; he’d let her fall asleep on him on a plane, he’d carried her bags and reached back to grab her hand so she wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people once they exited the plane. The way he’d refused to let her get an uber home then all but forced her to get on his back so he could carry her to his friend’s car because he knew she was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open let alone walk, or even tell someone where she lived. Then he’d carried her to her bed, helped her take her shoes off, and just let her fall asleep.

Honestly, he’d taken better care of her in the short period she’d known him than all her previous relationships, and she knew she found all those things attractive. Shit, Bradley had been a better boyfriend to her in the last twenty-four hours than her ex-boyfriend Jason ever was, and Bradley wasn’t even her boyfriend. Thinking about it, she wanted him to be.

“Earth to Addy!”

Addilyn blinked as she came to reality realizing that she’d gotten quite lost in her thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

“I need you to try on this dress one more time. I wanna see you both in it.”

Addy felt the blush creeping up on her face and she sheepishly smiled at Della, as she took the dress to try it on one last time. Thankfully, that was in fact the last dress they tried on.

“I’m gonna head home guys. It’s been a long day and I’m still worn out from my flight home. But I’ll see you and Chris on Monday?” She asked, pointing to Della with a smile.

Della nodded with a frown. She had wanted to have a girls’ night. But being as her friend was tired she’d let it slide this time, since she was probably jetlagged. “Yep, Monday, and we’re meeting at the Kazansky’s house right?”

“Yep, I’m supposed to be going over there Sunday to help Sara set everything up. So I’ll see you on Monday.” Addy called over her shoulder as she climbed into her car to head home.

–

Bradley hadn’t expected to arrive back to Addilyn’s house before her, but he was thankful to have at least some time to himself to process his thoughts. He let himself into her house with the spare key she’d told him about and he made his way to her bathroom where he planned to take another shower, after he’d left the Hard Deck he’d hit up the gym, he couldn’t let himself get out of shape and he wouldn’t have wanted to lie in his own bed with how sweaty he was, let alone someone else's.

In her bathroom, awake enough to actually pay attention to things this time, he noticed her laundry hamper in the corner. Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal, people kept dirty laundry in the bathroom all the time, but hanging over the edge as if she’d thrown them and they hadn’t made it all the way into the hamper were her lacy light pink panties and matching bra, and the thought of her wearing them crossed his mind. He couldn’t help but think about what she’d left her house in that morning and what she might’ve had on underneath. Bradley was thankful to be in his gym shorts; and not a tighter pair of jeans at the moment.

The ringing from his phone brought Bradley back to reality from his dirty thoughts. He debated not picking it up, taking care of himself then hopping in the shower. He saw it was Addilyn, it was as if his member were taking over and all he wanted was to hear her voice which would make him harder.

“Bradley?” He heard her answer as he pulled his phone up to his ear, he’d answered but had said nothing yet.

Holy shit did her voice saying his name make his current situation worse. “Yea?” He’d swallowed back the groan he wanted to let out. Despite his current state he didn’t want to come on too strong. He had a gut feeling that Addilyn wasn’t looking to be a rebound. Not that he planned to use her like that. Though it might’ve looked like he was if she could see him now.

“Have you eaten yet? I’m on my way home now. I’m way too tired to make anything so I was going to pick up some takeout and wanted to know if you wanted anything?”

“That sounds amazing. And I’m not too picky so whatever you wanna get me is fine.”

“Okay well lover boy I’ll see you in a bit then.”

“Sounds good.” He barely got out before the call ended, he couldn’t hold himself together much longer after she called him lover boy. He didn’t think she knew what she was doing to him. It was still happening though.

He could finally pull himself into the shower and handle business feeling a million times better when he stepped out.

He’d slipped on some sweatpants then headed out of the bathroom towards her room not wanting to leave a mess in her bathroom, but he hadn’t known she’d made it home yet and walked right into the room to an unintentional show.

He’d walked in right as she was slipping her bra off and shimmying out of her shorts. Her back was to him so she hadn’t even noticed him in the doorway. He hadn’t meant to walk in on her changing or get the perfect view of her from behind. Her shimmying out of her shorts to reveal her cheeky lace underwear, this was an image that wasn’t leaving his mind soon.

“You know it’s rude to stare.”

Her voice pulled his mind from his dirty thoughts again and he noticed she’d moved to her closet, with no more clothes on than her underwear, but from where she was standing he couldn’t see anything. He locked eyes with her hoping not to give away that he’d gotten hard at seeing her basically naked, as she pulled a large gray shirt from her closet and slipped it over her head giving him a whole split second front view.

“Sorry, I uh I-”

Addy laughed as walked over and rested her hand on his chest, patting it twice.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know I was here. Anyway, there’s food in the kitchen when you get hungry.”

And just like that she walked away. Leaving Bradley with his second hard-on in the last hour.

—

“I know you’re probably busy right now but I really need your help Nat.”

She heard her sister sigh through the phone, and honestly she could picture her sister walking into her apartment right now taking her tight bun down and running her fingers through it frustratedly because Addy had gotten herself into some kind of mess.

“Is this about that guy you met at the airport?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, did something happen?”

Addy ran her fingers through her hair out of frustration. “No, not exactly, um, I definitely want something to happen, at least my body wants something to happen-” She sighed into the phone, her fingers rubbing her forehead.

“-because holy shit Nat this guy is hot. There’s like this primal part of me that just wants him right now consequences be damned. Then there's a totally rational part of me that knows that's insane because I just met him. And he just got out of a relationship so having sex, maybe even the best sex of my life, would likely only lead down a path of destruction. I haven’t had sex since before the hysterectomy. Though I haven’t really felt the desire even to have sex with anyone either. Which I’m sure is a factor here. So I am very torn.”

Natasha loved her sister, and currently she felt for her. She knew the last handful of years had been hard for Addy. First being the death of their father, then being diagnosed with Endometriosis. Then finding out a hysterectomy would be the best option meaning she wouldn’t be able to get pregnant. Then Jason dumped her because he didn’t want to be with someone who couldn’t give him a child that was ‘his’ flesh and blood. Natasha knew everything had just piled up in her sister’s life, and she knew the fact that Addy was even thinking about having sex with someone was a tremendous deal given before the hysterectomy she couldn’t have sex without it being uncomfortable and sometimes painful. But despite feeling happy that her sister, while conflicted, sounded the happiest she had since before their mom had died, Natasha didn’t want to see her sister jump into something without thinking and end up hurt.

“I don’t think you should sleep with him yet at least. I mean I’m so happy for you because you just sound happy. But I will also want what’s best for you, and I think that’s making sure you’re comfortable. I mean after everything that you’ve been through both with your diagnosis and Jason, take care of yourself. So just be honest with him. Maybe try to take things slow and see what happens.”

Addilyn sighed into the phone, she knew Natasha was right. As attracted to Bradley as she was, Addy knew she had to set some boundaries. And taking things slow was the best option.

—

Boundaries.

Addilyn had learned from her ex, the hard way, that boundaries were important. And given how uncomfortable sex used to make her both physically and emotionally she knew her sister was right. She needed to be honest with Bradley.

It’s a tough conversation to have, and Addy couldn’t remember ever being this nervous about setting them. Though her nerves could be boiled down to actually telling someone her story and the things she’d had to endure. It was one thing for her to talk to her sister about things. Or even Della and Presley. Telling a boy you liked all about how you were diagnosed with Endometriosis, you couldn’t have kids due to a hysterectomy, that was tough.

“What did you want to talk about?” Rooster asked, leaning back into his seat.

The more time Addilyn spent with him the more breathtakingly handsome she realized he was. Sometimes she couldn’t help but glance at his lips. She often felt his eyes were looking directly into her soul when he looked at her. She still wasn’t sure what he used to make himself smell so amazing, but Addilyn was pretty sure she could get high off how amazing he smelt.

“I feel like we should set some boundaries in um whatever this is.” She said motioning between the two of them before she reached for her own egg roll.

He sighed as he leaned forward and ran his hands over his face. He felt he should’ve seen this coming.

He’d never sat down and set boundaries with Cassie, honestly, they didn’t really talk a lot. The more he thought back to the relationship, he realized he and Cassie never should’ve gotten together.

They had broken up for a lot of different reasons, mostly they weren’t compatible, but they also didn’t want the same things out of life, things that Bradley felt people should talk about so they didn’t end up with the wrong person.

“I can’t say I disagree. Part of the reason Cassie and I broke up was because we didn’t talk about things. It wasn’t until we’d been together for a while that I came to my senses and realized that we didn’t want the same things. Getting married wasn’t really going to change anything about our relationship. She didn’t want kids, or to be a mother. And well, I want a family of my own. I can’t just stop wanting a family, but I also would not try to force that on her because she would’ve just ended up resenting me and probably the baby too. Starting a family that way wasn’t the way I wanted to go.”

Addilyn leaned forward and rested her chin in her palm as she listened to him talk. She knew her usual happier demeanor had changed, and her smile had faltered. It was due to how badly she could tell Bradley wanted a family. He’d ended his relationship after four years with her because she didn’t want the same things as him.

She would not let his words of a family of my own stop her from sharing what she needed to with him, it made her heart ache just a little at the thought that Bradley had similar thoughts to her ex boyfriend.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and did her best to smile at him. “Hopefully this doesn’t totally change how you see me.-”

Bradley raised an eyebrow curious to what she was going to tell him.

“-I also want a family I can call my own, but um I can’t get pregnant. That was part of the reason Jason and I broke up. That and having sex was very uncomfortable. There was very little I could do in the bedroom that wasn’t painful. I found out that I have Endometriosis a few years ago after going to a lot of different doctors because I was bleeding a lot more than I should. And it was uncomfortable to have sex. And the last doctor I went to determined that my best option was to do a total hysterectomy which took away my ability to get pregnant. Which left me with the option of adoption. I mean I could still have a baby with my DNA if I were to use a surrogate but I’m not sure it’s worth it. And well Jason didn’t like that. It wasn’t good enough to adopt a child. The child wouldn’t really be his child, it would be someone else’s that he’s raising. He wanted a child of his own flesh and blood. So we broke up because I couldn’t give that to him anymore.”  

Bradley felt his cheeks heat, and honestly he was upset. Adoption was a beautiful thing, Bradley had never thought about adopting, but that wasn’t because of being against it as much as it was that he’d never really taken into consideration that he might end up with a woman who’s only option was adopting

Before he could register what was happening his hand had found its way across the table to rest on top of hers. “It doesn’t change the way I see you at all.” He whispered. “If anything, it makes me like you more.” He smiled at her.

Addilyn leaned back into her chair, her fingers playing with Bradley’s as she innocently smiled back at him. “Listen, Bradley. It’s clear that we both want similar things from life. Which is great for a relationship. However, you just got out of a four-year relationship. We haven’t known each other long at all. And I just want to make sure that we both know what we’re getting ourselves into. That means being open and honest with each other.”

He finally laced his fingers through hers and tugged her arm gently to pull her forward, then he took her chin in his hand to hold her face still as he leaned in as close as he could to rest his forehead against hers.

“I like you Addilyn, it may even be more than like. I’m not sure I know my exact feelings because whatever it is, is new to me. I’ve never felt this before. Not with Cassie, not with any of my past girlfriends even. So if you tell me that you just want to be friends, I’ll just be your friend until you’re ready for something more. But if you want to be more than friends, I’ll go along with that as well.”

Bradley pulled his forehead away just a tad before he tilted her chin up just a little so he could see her pretty face. He desperately craved to kiss her, crash his lips onto hers and show her somehow that he wanted to be with her, and that, that was the proper choice.

He knew he had to let her figure it out on her own, and he understood where she was coming from. Neither of those things however kept him from craving to hear her tell him she felt the same way he was feeling and kiss him.

“The balls in your court now baby girl.” He whispered letting his thumb graze over her cheek to wipe away the tears that had silently fallen.

Addy’s breath hitched slightly at the feel of his hand against her cheek.

“I want to take things slow.” She whispered hoping her heart didn’t beat out of her chest. “Not because I don’t feel something for you. I do. But well I haven’t been with anyone since the hysterectomy and I need to make sure I feel totally comfortable so that you also feel comfortable. And I’m not there yet. I also don’t want to be a rebound. Especially if we do plan to have sex in the future because sleeping with someone after everything I’ve been through isn’t a simple decision for me.”  

“Slow it is then.”  

Addilyn had never felt more seen in her entire life.

Hope you all enjoyed! <3

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#bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick story #soulmates #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x addilyn marie trace

[librasstraydog]

Sumi info dump!!!

I was talking to some friends on discord about Sumi bc I love her. TLDR: Sumi, the “manic pixie dream girl” trope, and possible signs of BPD.... (Im just gonna copy n paste everything on here wooo,, lemme know what you think)

so first and foremost, i wanna talk about sumi as a character. After the death of her sister Kasumi, Sumire takes on her personality and basically becomes Kasumi thanks to Dr. Maruki. Of course in 3rd sem she realizes that she is not Kasumi (and has a hard time dealing with that), but through her own strength she comes to terms with accepting who she is and what happened <3 

NOW LETS BRING OUT THE HEAT LAMP,,, ahem. I call sumi my manic pixie dream girl bc essentially,, that's what she is. However this is just,, bpd. And it makes sense! she literally saw her sister die right in front of her,, she blames herself for it. The trauma associated with that could cause bpd no prob,,, However... you could agrue that she had bpd even before Kasumi died. This is sorta out there but tbh... She's always grappled with her self worth and confidence. She's an incredibly skilled gymnast but feels incompetent (bc she thinks she'll never be as good as Kasumi) despite Kasumi and her coach telling her all the time that she's amazing,,, Kasumi literally said that they'd take over the gymnastics world together! That "together" part is important, it shows that Kasumi really does recognize Sumi's talent. So basically, the only person who doesn't recognize her talent is Sumi herself. As for present day (after Kasumi death but before 3rd sem), she literally gets 3rd place in a meet but only thinks she should've done better,,,  which shows just how disconnected from reality she is (however the school teachers were being assholes to her and saying that she shoulda got first place too, just a small note). Then, she meets Akira. She basically latched on to him right away (their third time meeting i believe), but the real evidence of this is shown in her... Phantom Thief attire! lets take a look at Akira n sumi's fits for a sec...

As you can see, they're VERY similar. Phantom thief attire is based on that character's perception of rebellion, or what a rebel looks like. When she awakened she had already seen Joker's thief attire, and she already really valued Akira as her senpai (this awakening would've happened regardless of where you are in Sumi's confidant. So you coulda never spent time with her AT ALL and it will still play out like this). SO, when she awakened, her attire reflected her idealized version of what a "true rebel" looks like,,, which ended up being Joker... yea, yea, yea (valuation).

more evidence of bpd,,, after 3rd sem happens she really just,, goes about her life. Like she overvalued Akira while she was in a fragile state but after 3rd sem she just,, moves on. She never visited akira before he left, never gave akira a parting gift like every other maxed confidant did or anything. We just kinda just.,,, bump into her at the train station where she says "keep ur head up, you taught me that" then she walks away. Its actually a canon fact that if you romance Sumi, she’ll literally just ghost Akira on valentines day lol (which is post 3rd sem!!). So basically,, devaluation (I love her so much).

I also wanna talk about her role in the story too. So for persona characters, you can interpret a lot about their character based on their arcana and persona. Sumi has the Faith arcana,, which is from an archaic tarot deck mind you (ok atlus). Upright, it represents belief in others and in oneself, and in religion or science. On the other hand, reversed, it can represent blind faith misplaced in something that does not deserve trust. It can also mean false idols, or overconfidence (ripped this straight from google lol). Sumi had a lot of faith in her sister, which she then lost. Devastated, she then put that faith in Dr. Maruki (a false idol who she shouldn't have trusted) to become Kasumi,, then did it AGAIN with Akira (just some guy fr /j). Of course, her whole growth is her putting that faith not in others, but in herself! so yea, that's her story! 

As for her persona... eh. It's Cendrillon aka Cinderella. Essentially the narrative is that Maruki acts as the "fairy godmother" by enacting a miracle... but then that means Akira acts as her prince charming here to save her. It's super cute in theory, but my issue is in the og cinderella story, the prince is literally her saving grace. Like Cinderella would've never left her abusive step family had he not searched for her, found her, and married her. Basically, cinderella's salvation is granted solely bc of the prince's efforts (you could agrue that she helped via leaving her shoe but like,, she didn't leave that thing on purpose sooo). So what this is saying is "Kasumi is saved from Maruki solely bc of Akira’s efforst",, which is ,,, no. She overcame the trauma from losing her sister because of HER own strength, not Akira's. Yes there was a brief moment in Maruki's palace where she was so desperate to keep living as Kasumi that she fought Akira,, but in the end, she made the decision to move forward herself (this is shown in how AFTER that moment, she's briefly unable to call her persona,, but then finds the resolve to actually do it).

(the whole cinderella allegory is also why she gets a sailor moon transformation and everyone else doesn't btw) 

so yea,,, im not much a fan of how atlus chose cinderella to represent her since it devalues her own efforts to save herself and instead attributes it all to Akira,, but i do see why they did it.

in conclusion, I love sumi so bad SHE IS MY DAUGHTER FR!!!

#I swear I'm not projecting this time I actually have evidence #persona 5 royal #p5r #kasumi yoshizawa #sumire yoshizawa

[valley-of-the-lost]

Okay, so I’m fresh off of reading These Violent Delights, and until under the cut it’s going to be spoiler-free but it’s all ramble.

Would definitely recommend this book, especially to people who had trouble getting into Romeo and Juliet or haven’t read it since a high school english class. It’s a significantly less strenuous read but nonetheless still full of depth and beauty and the soul of the original tragedy.

BIG spoilers under cut, if you haven’t already please enjoy the book first.

I did manage to loosely predict some things, like that one of the Dexters was probably the Larkspur, and that the Larkspur was the source of the insects.

The Larkspur being the source of the insects and then basically monopolizing the vaccine on it made me wonder if Chloe Gong is maybe a fan of Exoptable Money, Presentable Liberty’s lesser-known prequel. I saw very broad similarities between the plans of Paul Dexter with his insects and Dr. Money with his virus. It was actually those similarities that had me honing in on the Larkspur once he and his cure kept popping up beyond showcasing scammers taking advantage out the outbreak.

That being said, there was still a lot in the book to surprise me, some probably intended by the author and others were just me being slow.

Good twist by author: Qi Ren being the monster. More or less perfectly boils down the backdrop of the book’s setting where white westerners are continuously moving in to colonize Shanghai and either oust or control the Chinese people in their own city. Qi Ren was a victim of a white British guy who thought human suffering was not just acceptable but perfectly fine as long as his pockets were lined. Perfect thematically, really, and speaks to what was going on in Shanghai generally, just with maybe less insects.

That’s some nice, tight writing.

Me being dumb: Not realizing Lourens is Friar Lawrence until Juliette picks up the fake death stuff.

Marshall (for now) dodging the mirror fate of Mercutio gives me hope Roma and Juliette can do the same, though I suspect it might end up along the lines of how the Anastasia Broadway play ended, with them having to fake their deaths and leave Shanghai and change their names to live in peace.

I noticed we still don’t know who the White Flower spy in the Scarlet Gang’s inner circle is. I’m guessing its Rosalind. The book’s been dropping hints that she’s not as close or loyal to Juliette than Kathleen, and honestly while I understand her reasons for being stressed, my opinion of her is hovering low right now for putting Kathleen’s life and identity in danger. I’m also sensing a thread where she’s maybe not got her twin’s best interests in mind considering Juliette was the one who intervened on Kathleen’s behalf regarding Amethyst and Rosalind was willing to leverage Kathleen’s precarious position against her. Which is... something a good sister doesn’t stoop to, but I’m curious to see where it leads.

OOOOOO I WANNA PUNCH TYLER IN THE TEETH OOOO. I hate smugass men with no tact who make situations worse because they’re too narrow-minded. Perfect little shit to crawl under my skin and I hope Juliette becomes his worst nightmare.

Speaking of Juliette and Roma I love them. “Cute” seems to be the wrong word to describe them, considering the “cute” era of their relationship is long over, but they’re pain and longing and they got me invested enough that I want to see them happy together. We got like a blip but that was it. Both of them honestly deserve their own little blurbs but I feel I’m cultivating a Juliette bias.

My copy of Our Violent Ends is waiting for me, but I’ve got an obligation to finish Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor first. But I’m so glad I picked these books up when I was at the bookstore, and in hardcover too. Hoping to get them signed maybe someday.

#voice of the lost #these violent delights #chloe gong #no spoiling Our Violent Ends for me you hear?

[fkyumerica]

tony skuta is the clowns dad with jen, her predator new movie

she says she hides as leon now

with a mom who wont look at her or hey dad who

greg

rammstein sadam

no wait its a party shop what building lets all meet up, didnt know she had a cell phone, said she was never my friend, she is tati,, got a photo of it, another black relationship she has sadams dad, a psychiatrist, the boy who fucked them and stayed, then i did it wrong then meet your new half black half white family at a bar right to have them all live she wanted it kill her too

then get a tan then back in a house with more of them then give me a cat and a different place. them trudging them in to die here too is just gross.

i can tell none of these are related, fake look like her and abandon it

they said these houses are them and she went with that disturbed guy

fake nose and you,, and mission

then play her guys im don

then micghican game talk about it

then im the guy waiting in a suit for a date with her

we use all the stuff at the mall and kill them again

then mission again then night with a godzilla

kid in mask touch him

donnie ososkie

she is probably jen too

with her family

which house

a cat

then youre dead right stop talking about it

and lean on us apes who stayed together all cheated around one spot who cares might see it once

and his mission make it peaceful

they would put a kid on me

and take ikid they leave go in with a handsy bitch and a gun up to it to stay

and do it again we're fine, looks like noroi

so all the sisters do it too

sisterhood

you dont think i dont give a fuck how many kids ive had, she still sings, and writess, diary of all of it burns it again its online and hey dont you wanna fly, i take her back to it everyday, and two bang kids didnt know i was 48 she was hot and small, 3, from tls, and im the devil, and after this kid again a devil i d ont think so, and right on vacation after, im alix and give her dope, its mission and tucks in his balls and does a gay irish im a kid your age joke these lil nuts and grabs himself, then might cook after, then rides the gay woman motorcycle as a black overweight detroit area

copy/bleach, silk/fuck her gwen stefani, and fuck/fuck her again in a house and try and get her domesticated

went with her under age pow'd two kids out of her now we're the fake army steal the truck and went

family no she went no they went parents left and free beer at bar whoa ho alcohol give it to kid and then everyone drink it tasties too eat it off my dick arsenic battery acid get it going

[thatsarcasticgemini]

Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

     Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

     Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have? 

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

     Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure. 

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

     Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light. 

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car. 

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.” 

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement. 

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off. 

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.” 

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

     Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

     The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

     Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom. 

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom. 

     Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

#ash lynx x reader #ash lynx #shorter wong #eiji okumura #banana fish

[harryhoney-bee]

Babymoon

Summary: Harry spent the day with his three years old, but he also loves coming home to his baby mama.

Dad!h <3

word count: 1.3k

Thank you to my friend @harrystyles-tpwk for the inspiration!!

There were a lot of things Harry cherished about fatherhood: watching a little human growing, being the main safe space to someone, guiding their little love throughout life and so much more.

One thing he didn't realize until now is how kids can be little connectors to the parent's own childhood, the experiences children go through also unlock memories in the parents.

When y/n and harry decided to have a babymoon with their little family the man couldn't help but pick Holmes Chapel, they would only be in the little city for a week, traveling to France to spend the next of their vacation there.

But even with the small number of days, Harry was determined to enjoy his time with his two little loves, well, three if you count the 6-month baby in Y/n's belly. Lorenzo was his name, picked by his big sister Cecília, a sweet 3-year-old.

Y/n would describe what she thought he would look like every time before bed, she said she wanted one with the exact same eye color as hers since Cecília got his beautiful green eyes. Harry pictures Lorenzo as y/n carbon copy but with Harry's hair.

They would spend hours imagining the unborn baby and just looking at their already-made toddler. Whenever Cecília was sleeping, the couple would be tracing every line of her face, from her forehead to her chin, mesmerized by what their love had created.

Harry always wanted kids, there was no surprise by that, in the family's barbecues, he could be found playing with his little cousins. While walking in parks he would make silly faces to the children passing by.

He always knew he was supposed to be a parent, a lot of people had calls in life, Harry’s was to create better humans for the world along with y/n, a partner who happily shared his same desires with him.

"The world it's so full of people who didn't grow up with love, I’m sure it would be a better place with everyone had their attention and necessities fulfilled, and I know it's silly, but I think raising a kid it's one of the best things you can do to create a better society," Y/n said in one of their first conversations about if they would ever want kids as a couple.

"They are just small little souls, small pieces of love, there is something so beautiful about that," she continued, with so much tenderness in her eyes.

Needless to say that Harry fell more in love with her that day, proposing to her a year after.

Even though the couple was eager to have their little love soon, they also wanted to enjoy their time as a couple doing things such as traveling and creating memories only with the two of them.

Cecília came almost three years later, she was an oopsie baby, for Harry and y/n surprise. Lorenzo, however, was planned. The baby was gonna have three years and a half age cap with his sister, the couple wanted it to be less, but they struggled to get pregnant for a while.

But now y/n showing a beautiful round belly, Harry couldn't get enough of it, kissing and talking to his baby boy every time.

Even though Harry loves having time together with the whole family, he also knows the importance of having one on one time, especially now that the family dynamics were slowly changing to receive the new baby.

So that's the reason he and Cecília are spending the afternoon together in Holmes Chapel’s downtown. Cecí was sitting in front of him eating a chocolate cupcake (y/n doesn't like for her to eat that much sugar, but Harry let her since it's only for today).

"Did you know this was my favorite treat when I was a kid too, sweetheart? Harry said, eating the same cupcakes as her, "this was the same bakery I used to work at, too."

"Really daddy? Here?" Cecília asked, looking at her dad in wonder, her small hand around the small cake.

"Yeah, fun isn't it?"

"Yes, I wanna be a baker when I grow up," she said, smiling at him.

"Well, I’m sure you gonna be the best baker in this whole world," no matter how much she looked like Harry, the smile Cecília had was always totally from her mother.

"What about we go walk in the park for a bit? Do you want that?" Harry asked, they were almost finished, and the weather was perfect for an afternoon in nature.

When she was done harry was ready to leave, but her small hangs tugged at Harry's shirt, "Daddy, I wanna bring a cake to mommy and baby brother"

Harry looked down at her, taking her in his arms, "You are such a caring girl! Let's get mommy a cupcake then."

"And baby Lorenzo too, daddy!" She pouted

"He's still in mommy's tummy, Cecí, he doesn't eat like us," he tried to explain, while pointing at the different cupcakes on the counter, "what about this one? She loves strawberries!"

"This one daddy! This one!" She peeped

They ended up buying three, one for Anne and Gemma as well since they were staying at their house for the week. Cecília looked happier buying the cupcake for the other than when she was eating one, little-loving baby.

The walk in the park was amazing. Cecília fed the duck and played on the playground, she would also twirl her summer dress whenever she got the chance. Harry also showed her one treehouse he built when he was younger, the little girl was thrilled to see it.

When it was time to come Harry placed her baby seat, both of them singing Queen, when they finally got home Cecília made grabby hands to Harry, who bent down to talk to her.

"Daddy, you tell mommy I bought the cupcake, ok?"

Harry laughed, holding her on his hips while the other held the bakery's package, "Of course, Cecí, you were the one who picked them anyways."

When Harry opened the door and saw his beautiful wife laying down on the couch, feet up because her ankles were really swollen lately. She was watching Mamma Mia, her favorite movie.

"Mommy, mommy!" Cecília yelled, Harry put her down on the floor and gave the bakery package in her hands, "close your eyes, I have a surprise for you."

Y/n closed her eyes, a beautiful smile on her face, one of her hands resting on her bump, "what is it, Cecí?"

Cecília stood right in front of her on the couch, "open mommy."

The woman opened her eyes, being with three cupcakes and a smiling girl, "did you bring this to mommy, baby?" She asked while putting Cecília to sit by her side, "you are so kind, thank you, my love."

Harry got close to the two girls, putting Cecí on his lap and giving y/n a kiss on the lips, "how are you? Is the little guy being good to you?" He asked.

"I threw up three times today, but I'm better now, I just wish this heartburn would stop."

"Baby is being bad, mommy?" Ceci asked, worry on her small face.

"No, love, Lorenzo is a very nice baby, mommy just doesn’t feel good right now."

"I'm gonna make some tea for you, my love," Harry said, kissing her forehead and leaving the living room, only the sounds of the tv and his two girls being heard.

He made tea and three bowls of fruit for them, but when he came back to the couch he was met with Y/n and Cecí sleeping. The small girl with her head on her mother's chest and y/n's hand on her little back.

Harry placed the bowls on the table, taking a duvet and putting on them. He just couldn't wait for Lorenzo to arrive, so they can all be together.

He loved his little family more than anything in the world.

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[miyuwuki]

Kazuya with a big/little sister and with son wasss so cuteee, can we have kazuya with a daughter hq/scenario?

YES YES I LOVE IT. can i also just say we are running out of miyuki gifs we need another season for more gifs

warnings: none

father!miyuki kazuya x mother!reader

miyuki’s daughter

although he’ll be busy in pro he will make so much time to spend with his daughter

he knows what it’s like to feel neglected and he would never want his child to feel the same way

he calls you and his daughter “his girls” it is fucking cute

he would teach her how to play catch at a young age and because of that she grows up to be very active

she ends up getting glasses too and would even look like an exact carbon copy of him

but she has the personality of yours, making others think “ah that’s y/n’s child indeed”

miyuki loves to spoil his daughter and you

he would bring home something every single time he came back from an away game, whether it’d be clothes or toys

when she’s like in the elementary age range, he likes to braid his daughter’s hair or do her hair in general

you taught him back when you were both dating in high school and he was like

“i wanna learn for our daughter in the future” and you scoffed thinking it was all talk but :)

anyways he is very protective of her

if he ever heard that she got bullied at school or something he wouldn’t hesitate to leave work to go to confront their parents

and he wouldn’t be so nice about it either

“you’re doing something wrong if your child thinks it’s okay to rip her drawings”

this goes for middle school and high school too

when she reaches high school and she befriends other guys he has to inspect each one

at one point she would get annoyed and be like “idk why ur talking when ur personality was nasty back then. you were worst than them”

you’d be laughing your ass off while he just stood there cus he knows it’s true

and you’d be like

“my sweet daughter— you don’t even know half of it”

but then he would be like “ur my precious daughter i can’t help it”

you and her go to his baseball games (only if it’s in town) and you guys would get special seating

although she doesn’t have a passion like him for baseball she loves seeing her dad on the field

she just thinks he’s so cool and you just take a picture of her candid because it’s so wholesome

miyuki refuses to let his daughter buy lunch. he insists his cooking is better and it is

all her classmates would pick off her bento just because it’s that yummy

if there was an argument, miyuki would apologize first because you know, teens

she’s a bit stubborn. i wonder where she got that from

if she was ever upset about something miyuki would be there, whether it be in person or over text, he would try to comfort her first before giving surprisingly helpful advice

dad > let’s talk about it when i get home. i got jelly packets

growing up, she would get stares from her classmates whenever miyuki picked her up from school because his presence

“dad can you lower down a bit”

“huh??? how do i even do that???”

if she got a boyfriend that miyuki approved of, he will not hold back embarrassing her with pictures and jokes

“y/n used to look like chicken little”

“DAD!!”

overall, miyuki would be an amazing dad. he has a comical side that’s honestly just satire, but he openly shows affection, making his daughter feel loved and blessed

he cherishes you both the most

BONUS:

you and your daughter would sometimes team up together to prank miyuki

one time you told her to replace an oreo filling with toothpaste

and then she went up to him and was like “i saved the last one for you”

and miyuki was all like “aw thank you”

and then he spat it out

“Y/N, WAS THIS YOUR IDEA??”

“ehe” and you run and hide

<3 enjoy

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[stcveskent]

nightly routine; chris evans

WARNINGS: fluff, and a bitttt of smut? im not sure if that counts as smut but whatever!!! Chris being a sweetheart omg🥺

"Daddy story time please!!!" little girl, tugged on his sweatpants lightly, and He was busy with his stuff. Meetings were getting him so tensed, and right now, he wanted to be in your arms.

"Daddy's tired, princess." He speaks, and she pouts, making her dad smile at her behavior, convincing him to get up and tell her a story.

"Daddy!!! You promised!!!" Sarah pouts as she looks at her father, and he looks at her with a strong look, but her puppy eyes, always gets him.

"Alright munchkin, but a small one, because your dad's tired." Chris said as he picked the 3 year old in his arms, ticklimg her as she giggles, and you carefully listening to them, without disturbing your bundle of joy.

He lays her on the bed, and her big blue eyes, just like her dad, are brighter when she's happy. She had your facial structure, but her eyes and lips were just like her Dad, Chris, and her behavior, was just like the man child you married.

"Alright, so there was this old women—" as he starts speaking, Sarah cuts him off by scrunching her eyebrows

"Her husband dies and she finds a box in his cupboard filled with money? I heard that 3000 times daddy, a new one!! please pleaseee." She begged and that got your husband almost in tears.

"Alright missy, so what do you wanna hear?"

"Tell me about how you pranked uncle Scotty!!!" Her eyes brightened and Chris laughed, throwing his hand on his chest, and she giggled looking at her dad.

"There was ...." chris starts to tell his memory to her, with a lot of laughter in between and she giggling, making your heart flutter.

"You were a meanie daddy!" She said laughing at hearing what her dad did in the early days.

“Maybe i was.” he said and he laughs

“Daddy, can i have a baby brother or a sister just like how miles has?” She asked, making her big blue shine with happiness when she asks, Chris slightly turns red, but thinks of an answer before she brings his father back to reality.

"Daddy daddy can we can we?!!"

“don't you have dodger?” He asked and she shook her head.

“Dodger is my best friend, but i want a human best friend.” She asks and he smiles

"Yes baby, we can think of that later..”He asks as he looked at her giving a big kiss on her cheeks making her giggle

"Also, Daddy, Mommy said, you and Uncle Scotty used to prank each other alot during Christmas time, when i was with god." She says and Chris chuckles at the last line.

"Yes darling, we did, and how do you know that you were with god?" He asked wanting to know what his wife could've explained his daughter about it.

"mommy was crying, watching a movie, in which a baby dies. She said it came from there and went back there." She said innocently making her dad smile.

"She's right!! now come on honey,time to get your sleep!!" He says and she nods her head.

"Okay daddy!! good nighthy i love you so much." She says and in that moment, Chris was just so happy about hearing the i love you from her mouth, it was the most purest thing on earth, and when you're stressed and tensed, such small little things make it easier for you to make it through.

"I love you too, princess." He smiled and she squeezed her eyes shut and slept peacefully, she was a deep sleeper, like her dad , and it takes her a few seconds to fal asleep. she was just a copy of chris.

Chris kissed her forehead and walks back to his bedroom, and saw you sitting, pampering yourself with some body lotion, rubbing on your hands, as you wore your favorite short , black, silk nighty and he smiles leaning at the doorframe.

“creepy Christopher.” You said, completely aware, of the fact that he was starring at you.

“Just admiring.” He says as he walks to the bed and gets under the sheets.

“did she sleep?” You asked, thinking of how his father would've done such a big job, kids are 24/7 energetic! It was the opposite for the adults in the house.

“she did.” He said as you look at him, from the mirror placed infront of you, exchanging smiles

“Which story did you tell her?” you asked, meeting your eyes again, through the mirror.

“not a story, just some pranks I pulled on Scott.” He aaid giggling, just like the junior christopher in the house.

“mmhmm, she might've had a good laugh.”

“she did..” he looked at you, with a huge smirk on his face.

“What's on your mind, babe?” You asked, knowing that his thoughts were unholy.

“just thinking how i could make Sarah's wish come true.” He smiles at you, as he checks you out.

“What did she ask?” you asked, unaware of what your daughter must've asked him.

“She wants a sibling.” he says and you blush.

“She said that infront of you too? She asked me to take Emily's new born or to get her a new one.” you said as you remember yesterday's chit chat with your best friend, and a play date for Sarah and Emily's new born baby boy.

you turn to him now, as he looks at you with a smile, and you were well aware of what his mind was thinking of.

“What?” you ask and he pats his lap, under the sheets, and you are on him, hovering him as you touch your foreheads together. He kissed you sweetly which turned into a heated make out.

you both pull away as he rolls over and he's in top, kising you once more, sliding down your nighty as he kissed you.

“i love you..” he says

“I love you too.” You reply, before he shows you how much he loves you and maybe making Sarah's dream come true..there's no maybe, he did!

It wasn't just Sarah's dream, it was Chris's too, to have a big family , and you were ready to do it, because it would make him happy, and whatever makes him happy, makes you happy too.

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hiii ily guys sm <3

anyways have a good day/night

i luv y'all babies sm

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[chiliiscereal]

Hamato Sirani

Kitchen mishap

Day seven

"Hey, Siracha, wanna see some magic?" Leo grinned as they sat together at the breakfast table, waiting for Splinter to finish cooking the eggs.

She looked up from her bottle curiously. 

Magic?

Leo scooted up in his chair excitedly and held out his juice box. "See this apple juice?" He pointed at it. "I'm going to make it DISAPPEAR!"

Sirani didn't know what 'disappear' meant. Or 'apple juice'. But Leo seemed excited so she should be excited to. 

   Mikey leaned closer as well. 

Now that Leo had captured the younger two's attention, he was ready. 

  "Behold!" He took a huge sip of the juice, opened his mouth to show them it was there, and then waved his hands dramatically. Quickly, he swallowed it and open his mouth again. "Magic!" 

  Sirani's eyes were huge!

 How had he made the juice disappear?!

Where did it go?! 

She tried to stand up from her seat. 

Mikey was frowning curiously. 

Leo stood proudly, hands on his hips. "I know, I know, it's amazing." 

"Again!" Mikey ordered, slamming his hand on the table. 

 Sirani babbled something along those lines and copied Mikeys actions. She slammed her hand onto the table as confidently as she could. She NEEDED more

"I guess I'll give the people what they want!" Leo shrugged casually,  continuing his phony magic act. 

  "Mikey, E, that's not REAL." Donnie stressed, looking to his father for back up. When he received none he continued. "There's not such thing as magic. What it IS is science!" 

"No, it's magic!" Leo crossed his arms. 

"Science!"

  Raph watched Leo and Donnie argue back and forth, unsure of which side he should be on. On one side, he wanted to watch Sirani and Mikey be entrance by the trick, and on the other he wanted them to know that's all it was: a trick.

He decided the best bet was to watch it play out. 

Keep it neutral. 

"It's science and you know it!" Donnie yelled. 

"Im sorry that magic is too complex for you to understand." Leo rolled his eyes. "But they like magic more than they like science!" 

  "Not true! E sat with me yesterday while I read her a book about the digestive system!" 

"And she AND Mikey both sat with ME while we watched a magic show on tv!" 

"Tv doesn't count! Every kid likes Tv!"

"Are you boys done bickering?" Splinter asked them sternly, turning from the stove to narrow his eyes at them "I am TRYING to fix breakfast in peace."

Leo glared at Donnie and sat back in his seat, Donnie copying his actions. 

  Raph looked from brother to brother. Neither one were talking so he decided to break the ice. "You could always try just asking them instead of fighting?" 

"Siracha can't even TALK." Leo huffed as he crossed his arms. 

  "Yeah, she and Mikey aren't even here." Donnie added. 

 The oldest frowned. "Well you still could- wait hold on they're not HERE?!" He jumped up, just now noticing the youngest two were missing. "They were just here! Where'd they go?!"

Their seats were both empty.

Not even a crumb was left. 

"She can't even walk!" Raph leapt out of his chair. "How did they just leave?!"

"Well go find them!" Splinter nearly dropped the spatula when he noticed the youngest children were missing. "They can't be far!" 

That's what happens when you turn your back for five minutes.

  The three brothers scattered across the lair, searching every spot they could possibly be.

 "Donnie, this is your fault!" Leo yelled as he nearly tripped over his own two feet. He tossed every pillow off the couch.

  Donnie glared at him, coming out of his room empty handed. "My fault? You're the one that was obsessed with showing them magic! You distracted me from watching them!" 

  "Shut up and find them!" Raph ordered. "They can't be alone, okay! Hurry up!" 

They could trip and fall, they could find something sharp, eat something they weren't supposed to... a number of things could go wrong.

  Sirani sat beside Mikey happily, an orange crayon in her hand. He'd given it to her with an assortment of other drawing utensils. 

 She'd picked the orange because it was exactly what her brother was wearing. Why not?

  Mikey grabbed ahold of her wrist and dragged it over the wall, both of them cheering as color was left behind. 

 To Sirani, it was almost as magical as what Leo had done. If not more so. 

  She swatted Mikey away and continued marveling at what the crayon was doing to the wall. She wanted to do it herself!

"Draw!" Mikey informed her with a toothy grin. He was trying to teach her what it was.

  She giggled back at him, not even bothering to try repeating it. She didn't need to know the word to enjoy it. 

She scribbled furiously.

Mikey picked up pink crayon and joined her. 

It took their brothers way too long to find them.

About twenty minutes to be exact.

"I found them!" Raph's voice shouted, startling the drawing pair. "Dad!" 

Splinter rushed into Mikey's room moving the chair the two were hiding behind out the way. Not only did it reveal his youngest children, it revealed a 'mural' they'd made together. Well, it wasn't exactly a mural. It was just scribbles. But it was a mural to Mikey and that was all that mattered.

  Mikey gave his dad a huge grin. "Hi!"he waved at him, crayon still in hand. 

  Splinter didn't know what to do.

Yell at them? 

Punish them?

Be proud that Sirani was being creative?

He settled on questioning them first. 

He scooped up Mikey, Raph copying his actions by grabbing Sirani.

  "Son, how did you and Sirani get here." He questioned him as he started picking up the drawing supplies. "You two can barely walk." He decided he'd put off his anger until he figured out what had happened. 

  "Dad it was so cool!" Mikey gushed. "We were flying! And- and- and Sirani!" He made a lot of wild gestures with his arms. "FLYING, DAD!" 

  Splinter couldn't make head nor tail of what Mikey was trying to say. "You walked?" 

  He shook his head vigorously. "No! Flying!" 

  Donnie gave him a suspicious look. "Flying is not possible, Mikey." he glared at Leo. "This is all Leo's fault for making you think magic was a real thing." 

  "Maybe you should have been watching them better, oh so manure one!" Leo bit back.

  "It's pronounced MATURE! Which is something that you are NOT!"Donnie lifted his chin in the air. 

  "Enough." Splinter interrupted. "Orange, you and Sirani did not fly. There is no need to make up such absurd lies!" 

  "But Sirani did it!" He protested, trying to lean out of his furry arms. "She made us fly!"

 Splinter gave in and set him on the floor. "No, you did not. Sirani cannot even walk." 

 At the mention of her name she looked up, no longer playing with the ends of raph's mask. She giggled and reached her arms out for Splinter. 

  Splinter took her from his oldest son, giving Mikey a stern look. "Michelangelo, you will never do anything like this ever again. You know better than to draw on the wall. Your sister, does not." He adjusted his grip as the small girl began fiddling with his robe. "You cannot take her like that again. You scared me AND your brothers. Now, apologize and never do that again." 

  Mikey looked down, upset that no one would believe him. "...I'm sorry." 

He really did see her fly! And move things without even touching them! He wasn't lying to them!

But no one ever really believed him.

  "Now that that's over," Splinter turned for the kitchen and reached down a hand for Mikey to take, "let's go eat."

Mikey grudgingly took splinters clawed hand and let himself be lead to the kitchen.

Donnie hypothesized that Mikey's imagination was too strong and he thought they flew, when in reality Mikey had just picked her up.

  But Mikey knew better. 

He remembered seeing the swirling colors as his pencils found their way into his hands by himself. 

He remembered the way Sirani's eyes had glowed, both finally the same color of blue.

He knew what he saw.

But he couldn't prove it.

He waited a couple days to see if anything like that would happen again.

He stayed patient until no one had their eyes on her to put her to the test.

He sat her down on the floor across from him and took out a pencil. He sat it and a piece of paper just out of her reach. 

  "Fly." He said simply. 

  She just leaned forward and reached out for it.

  He moved it further out of her reach. "No. Fly." 

  She blinked at him curiously. 

  He picked up the pencil again and moved it through the air as if it were an airplane. "Fly!' 

  She frowned and reached forward, taking it from his hands. Instead of making it fly she dragged it across the paper with glee.

 Mikey sighed.

 He must have imagined it.

It wasn't real.

Sirani was just a normal baby.

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