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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2022/11/26 Este fin de semana vino mi papi con sus dos ayudantes. Ellas, además de ser sus guardaespaldas, son las que le asesoran con los contratos que tiene que firmar y llevan todas sus finanzas.

This weekend my dad came with his two helpers. They, in addition to being his bodyguard, are the ones who advise him with the contracts he has to sign and manage all his finances.

Google translation into Italian: Questo fine settimana mio padre è venuto con i suoi due aiutanti. Loro, oltre ad essere le sue guardie del corpo, sono quelli che lo consigliano con i contratti che deve firmare e gestire tutte le sue finanze.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Este fim de semana meu pai veio com seus dois ajudantes. Eles, além de serem seus guarda-costas, são os que o assessoram nos contratos que tem que assinar e administram todas as suas finanças.

Google Translation into French: Ce week-end, mon père est venu avec ses deux assistants. Ce sont eux, en plus d'être ses gardes du corps, qui le conseillent dans les contrats qu'il doit signer et gérer toutes ses finances.

Google Translation into Arabic: في نهاية هذا الأسبوع ، جاء والدي مع اثنين من مساعديه. هم ، بالإضافة إلى كونهم حراسه الشخصيين ، الذين ينصحونه بشأن العقود التي يجب أن يوقعها ويدير كل أمواله.

Google Translation into German: Dieses Wochenende kam mein Vater mit seinen beiden Assistenten. Sie sind nicht nur seine Leibwächter, sondern beraten ihn auch bei den Verträgen, die er unterschreiben muss, und verwalten alle seine Finanzen.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Këtë fundjavë babai im erdhi me dy ndihmësit e tij. Përveçse janë truprojat e tij, ata e këshillojnë për kontratat që duhet të nënshkruajë dhe të menaxhojë të gjitha financat e tij.

Google Translation into Armenian: Այս շաբաթավերջին հայրս եկավ իր երկու օգնականների հետ։ Բացի իր թիկնապահ լինելուց, նրան խորհուրդ են տալիս պայմանագրերի մասին, որոնք նա պետք է կնքի և տնօրինի իր բոլոր ֆինանսները։

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Този уикенд баща ми дойде с двамата си помощници. Освен че са негови бодигардове, те го съветват за договорите, които трябва да подписва и управляват всичките му финанси.

Google Translation into Czech: Tento víkend přijel můj otec se svými dvěma asistenty. Kromě toho, že jsou jeho bodyguardi, radí mu se smlouvami, které musí podepsat, a spravují všechny jeho finance.

Google Translation into Slovak: Tento víkend prišiel môj otec so svojimi dvoma asistentmi. Okrem toho, že sú jeho bodyguardmi, radia mu pri zmluvách, ktoré musí podpísať, a spravujú všetky jeho financie.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Ta vikend je prišel moj oče s svojima pomočnikoma. Poleg tega, da so njegovi telesni stražarji, mu svetujejo glede pogodb, ki jih mora podpisati, in vodijo vse njegove finance.

Google Translation into Estonian: Sel nädalavahetusel tuli isa koos oma kahe abilisega. Lisaks sellele, et nad on tema ihukaitsjad, nõustavad nad teda lepingute osas, mille ta peab allkirjastama ja kogu oma rahaasju haldama.

Google Translation into Suomi: Tänä viikonloppuna isäni tuli kahden avustajan kanssa. Sen lisäksi, että he ovat hänen henkivartijoitaan, he neuvovat häntä sopimuksissa, jotka hänen on allekirjoitettava ja hoidettava kaikkia talouttaan.

Google Translation into Greek: Αυτό το Σαββατοκύριακο ήρθε ο πατέρας μου με τους δύο βοηθούς του. Εκτός από σωματοφύλακές του, τον συμβουλεύουν για τα συμβόλαια που έχει να υπογράψει και να διαχειριστεί όλα τα οικονομικά του.

Google Translation into Dutch: Dit weekend kwam mijn vader met zijn twee assistenten. Behalve dat ze zijn lijfwachten zijn, adviseren ze hem over de contracten die hij moet ondertekenen en beheren ze al zijn financiën.

Google Translation into Norwegian: I helgen kom far med sine to assistenter. Foruten å være livvaktene hans, gir de ham råd om kontraktene han må signere og administrere all økonomien hans.

Google Translation into Polish: W ten weekend przyjechał mój ojciec ze swoimi dwoma asystentami. Poza tym, że są jego ochroniarzami, doradzają mu w sprawie kontraktów, które musi podpisać, i zarządzają wszystkimi swoimi finansami.

Google Translation into Romanian: Weekendul acesta a venit tatăl meu cu cei doi asistenți ai săi. Pe lângă faptul că îi sunt gărzi de corp, ei îl sfătuiesc cu privire la contractele pe care trebuie să le semneze și să-și gestioneze toate finanțele.

Google Translation into Russian: В эти выходные мой отец приехал со своими двумя помощниками. Помимо того, что они являются его телохранителями, они консультируют его по контрактам, которые он должен подписать, и управляют всеми его финансами.

Google Translation into Serbian: Овог викенда је дошао мој отац са своја два помоћника. Осим што су му телохранитељи, саветују га о уговорима које треба да потпише и управљају свим његовим финансијама.

Google Translation into Swedish: I helgen kom min pappa med sina två assistenter. Förutom att vara hans livvakter ger de honom råd om kontrakten han måste skriva på och hantera all sin ekonomi.

Google Translation into Turkish: Bu hafta sonu babam iki yardımcısı ile geldi. Korumaları olmanın yanı sıra, imzalaması ve tüm mali durumunu yönetmesi gereken sözleşmeler hakkında ona tavsiyelerde bulunurlar.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Цими вихідними приїхав мій батько з двома помічниками. Окрім того, що вони є його охоронцями, вони консультують його щодо контрактів, які він має підписати, і керують усіма його фінансами.

Google Translation into Bengali: এই সপ্তাহান্তে আমার বাবা তার দুই সহকারী নিয়ে এসেছেন। তার দেহরক্ষী হওয়ার পাশাপাশি, তারা তাকে চুক্তির বিষয়ে পরামর্শ দেয় যা তাকে স্বাক্ষর করতে হবে এবং তার সমস্ত অর্থ পরিচালনা করতে হবে।

Google Translation into Chinese: 这个周末，我父亲带着他的两个助手来了。除了担任他的保镖外，他们还在他必须签署的合同和管理他的所有财务方面向他提供建议。

Google Translation into Korean: 이번 주말에 아버지는 두 명의 조수와 함께 오셨습니다. 그의 경호원이 되는 것 외에도 그들은 그가 서명하고 그의 모든 재정을 관리해야 하는 계약에 대해 그에게 조언합니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: בסוף השבוע הזה אבי הגיע עם שני העוזרים שלו. מלבד היותם שומרי הראש שלו, הם מייעצים לו לגבי החוזים שעליו לחתום ולנהל את כל הכספים שלו.

Google Translation into Hindi: इस सप्ताह के अंत में मेरे पिता अपने दो सहायकों के साथ आए। उसके अंगरक्षक होने के अलावा, वे उसे उन अनुबंधों पर सलाह देते हैं जिन पर उसे हस्ताक्षर करने होते हैं और अपने सभी वित्त का प्रबंधन करना होता है।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Akhir pekan ini ayah saya datang dengan dua asistennya. Selain menjadi pengawalnya, mereka menasihatinya tentang kontrak yang harus dia tanda tangani dan mengatur semua keuangannya.

Google Translation into Japanese: 今週末、父が二人の助手を連れて来ました。彼のボディガードであることに加えて、彼らは彼が署名しなければならない契約について彼に助言し、彼のすべての財政を管理します.

Google Translation into Malay: Hujung minggu ini ayah datang bersama dua orang pembantunya. Selain menjadi pengawal peribadinya, mereka menasihatinya mengenai kontrak yang perlu ditandatangani dan menguruskan semua kewangannya.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਇਸ ਹਫਤੇ ਮੇਰੇ ਪਿਤਾ ਜੀ ਆਪਣੇ ਦੋ ਸਹਾਇਕਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਆਏ। ਉਸਦੇ ਬਾਡੀਗਾਰਡ ਹੋਣ ਤੋਂ ਇਲਾਵਾ, ਉਹ ਉਸਨੂੰ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਕੰਟਰੈਕਟਾਂ ਬਾਰੇ ਸਲਾਹ ਦਿੰਦੇ ਹਨ ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ 'ਤੇ ਉਸ ਨੇ ਦਸਤਖਤ ਕਰਨੇ ਹਨ ਅਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਸਾਰੇ ਵਿੱਤ ਦਾ ਪ੍ਰਬੰਧਨ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: د دې اونۍ په پای کې زما پلار د خپلو دوو معاونینو سره راغی. د هغه د ساتونکو سربیره، دوی هغه ته د هغه قراردادونو په اړه مشوره ورکوي چې هغه باید لاسلیک کړي او د هغه ټولې مالي چارې اداره کړي.

Google Translation into Persian: این آخر هفته پدرم با دو دستیارش آمد. آنها علاوه بر اینکه محافظان او هستند، در مورد قراردادهایی که باید امضا کند و تمام امور مالی خود را مدیریت کند به او مشاوره می دهند.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Nitong katapusan ng linggo ay dumating ang aking ama kasama ang kanyang dalawang katulong. Bukod sa pagiging bodyguard niya, pinapayuhan siya ng mga ito sa mga kontratang kailangan niyang pirmahan at pamahalaan ang lahat ng kanyang pananalapi.

Google Translation into Thai: สุดสัปดาห์นี้พ่อของฉันมาพร้อมกับผู้ช่วยสองคนของเขา นอกจากจะเป็นบอดี้การ์ดแล้ว พวกเขายังให้คำแนะนำเกี่ยวกับสัญญาที่ต้องเซ็นและจัดการการเงินทั้งหมดของเขาด้วย

Google Translation into Urdu: اس ہفتے کے آخر میں میرے والد اپنے دو معاونین کے ساتھ آئے۔ اس کے محافظ ہونے کے علاوہ، وہ اسے ان معاہدوں کے بارے میں مشورہ دیتے ہیں جن پر اسے ��ستخط کرنے اور اپنے تمام مالی معاملات کا انتظام کرنا ہے۔

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for telling my friend to give up their collection?

Cast for this post:

Me (25F)

The friend, Mimi (27F)

Mimi's boyfriend, Paul (28M)

My niece, Annie (8F)

My sister, Nancy (34F)

My brother, Tedd (29M)

Mimi keeps a collection of Sanrio things that is mostly made up of Cinnamoroll. She had gotten some of the Cinnamoroll plushies from Paul when he went to Japan. The sentiment is sweet, but it feels odd for that Mimi is still collecting this stuff. Mimi tends to her collection a lot, bushing the plushes so they look pristine and are free of dust, and dusting off the area so everything always looks clean. It feels a bit excessive.

Since Mimi is also friends with Nancy and Tedd, sometimes they go over to her house. Annie saw the Sanrio collection and was amazed by it. She wanted to have some of the same things Mimi had, but they weren't available to get anymore since some were for limited time only.

I had asked Mimi if she would be willing to let Annie have one of the plushies. Mimi answered with a yes, but did not let Annie chooses what she wanted. Instead Mimi just handed her one of the generic Hello Kitty plushies. Annie seemed distraught, but Mimi didn't even bother asking her if that was okay for her. She just excused herself and shooed everyone out of the room she kept the collection, locking the door behind her. She hardly paid any attention to the tears forming in Annie's eyes.

Nancy and Tedd decided we should leave before it got too dark out since they lived farther away. (They don't live together, but are neighbors). And Nancy didn't want to have Annie cry in front of Mimi.

When I was leaving with Nancy and Tedd, Annie started crying while we were in the car. She had said she hadn't wanted Hello Kitty, she wanted Cinnamoroll instead. Tedd thought it would be funny to say "well you can't get everything you want! Don't be spoiled." And started laughing about it. That made Annie start crying more. And Nancy got annoyed with Tedd because Annie was not spoiled in anyway.

Over the next few days, Annie was anything but her normal cheerful self. I was upset about that, so I went to speak with Mimi. I asked her if it was possible for her to let go of one of the Cinnamoroll plushies and give it to Annie. Mimi refused because those were gifts from Paul and she wouldn't be able to get them again.

I argued that she was an adult and that Annie was a child. It made more sense for someone as young as Annie to be having a Sanrio collection, but for Mimi? Mimi was an adult and should have grown out of her Sanrio collection and moved on to something else. It was selfish for her to disregard a child's feelings when all Mimi did with the plushies was let them sit on a shelf to be stared at. At least Annie would show them love and care.

Mimi started yelling at me, and Paul had to intervene when Mimi slapped me. He told me to leave and that I was being an asshole for telling Mimi she shouldn't be collecting this stuff. I left and haven't spoke to them much. Now Mimi won't even let anyone else into her collection room whenever we go visit. Whenever Annie asks, Mimi always tells her she is not allowed in there which ruins Annie's mood.

I know I was harsh with what I said, but I stand by what I said. Mimi is too old to be collecting Sanrio stuff. She should just let go of it and let Annie have it.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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talesofhawkins · 2 months

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another flirty, little blurb. all minors please keep scrolling, this blurb is for people over the age of eighteen. this is 18 plus. no minors allowed. i hope you like the blurb, and let me know whatcha think. don't ask me where this came from, it just kind of happen.

He was on the brink of insanity, completely unhinged. There you were, sitting on the loveseat across from him, a joint pinched in your fingers — in nothing, but that damn shirt.

It was one of his — an older one, brought a few years back at a Metallica concert. It was his first concert, Wayne surprising him for his birthday. The memory is precious, one of few of Eddie's happy memories. Seeing you in that shirt? Makes the memory that much sweeter.

The soft, plushy skin of your thighs looking so inviting, so enticing. You shift a little, moving your legs to a more comfortable position — your shirt rides up, giving him a sinful, little glimpse of your lacey white panties. His fucking favorite.

Torture. Pure damn torment.

Those magnetic, hazy eyes meet his. You smile — one of those warm, lazy kind of smile. So fucking adorable, even more so when you're stoned. How's that possible, Eddie doesn't know, nor does he care.

He feels lucky enough to be in your pressence.

Eddie watches as you glance down to his crotch — that angelic smile turning into a wicked grin, sucking your bottom lip into your teeth.

A wave of pleasure flows in his veins, traveling down to his harden cock, making it twitch.

Your eyes snap back at him, adjusting your hips slightly — once again making your shirt ride up. His eyes are pleading, begging for mercy.

Begging for a touch, a taste.

You simply giggle at him, turning your attention back to Nancy seated on the floor in front of you. Eddie groans, loudly, leaning his head back against the couch. His eyes close to keep him from being tortured any longer.

He'd get his revenge — his sweet, sweet revenge. The pair of you knew whose bed you'd be in tonight. The moment he walked into Steve's movie night, finding the other instantly.

Meeting in the middle of the living room, tight embraces — faces nuzzling into necks, melting into the other. His lips delicate against your skin, staking his claim. As if he hasn't captured your heart, as if you weren't already his.

"She's torturing Eddie again." Robin mumbles, mouth full of honeycomb cereal as she watches the scene unfolding in front of her from the kitchen.

"I give him an hour, tops." Steve states, hopping up on the counter. He twists off the cap, tossing it aside and taking a sip of his beer. Robin hums in agreement, nodding along as she shovels another spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #fanfic #blurb #fluff #smut #*emfics #*emblurbs #the tortured munson department

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rallentando1011 · 2 months

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Valentine’s Day With Donnie

(rise Donnie x gn reader)

Saint Valentine’s Day: a fickle holiday that celebrates even more fickle emotions, a day that forces the formation of many a precarious bond that statistically would not last

At least, that’s how Donnie saw it for the entirety of his life

Until you came along

Now, don’t get him wrong, he still thinks it’s stupid, but maybe something could be stupid and enjoyable

He means, he enjoys his brothers’ company, right? (/j… maybe /hj)

Either way, for you, he doesn’t mind giving Valentine’s Day a genuine go

So, when you come over on the holiday, Donnie’s ready

“As you know, I think Valentine’s Day is an example of rampant consumerism devouring the meaning behind holidays and people’s wallets, but there is something special about a day in which one can express their admiration for each other.”

“Wait… you got me something?”

“Correction: I made you something.”

The man proceeds to hand you a new phone, the insignia on it implying it was made, or at least modified, by his hand

You’d been complaining mentioning that you needed one that actually works

You smile and thank him eagerly

“It’s fine if you don’t have anything, I wasn’t really expecting-”

“Au contraire, Don, I made you something too!”

He looks baffled for about 20 seconds as you hand him a small gift bag containing red velvet macarons, lavender tea bags, a small, smooth rose quartz, a miniature turtle plushie

“Well, me and Mikey made the macarons together. Gotta give credit where credit is due.”

He barely registers your comment, too absolutely enamored by your consideration of him

Donnie doesn’t know where his mind is at, but it definitely isn’t in this solar system, perhaps not even the surrounding stellar systems

Bottom line, bro’s ecstatic

The huge grin on his face and brightness in his eyes effectively gets his point across

Not only did he give a heartfelt gift, he received one?

Okay, maybe this Valentine’s Day had something to it

Watching rom-coms solely to trash on them is a mandatory tradition

Every other Valentine’s Day he’s spent by his lonesome has mostly consisted of hours of mercilessly ragging on romantic comedies

Yep, definitely just to criticize them

No sadness and/or yearning involved

But now, with your company?

He’s still criticizing the ever-loving heck out of those movies

If you genuinely enjoy rom-coms, be prepared for this little pessimist to rain on your parade, grumbling questions of the logic and flow of the film

However, if you, too, find them stupid, you’ve found yourself the perfect, cynical viewing buddy

“You can tell just from the cinematography of that one guy catching her that he’s the secondary love interest.”

“I swear on Galileo’s heliocentric model itself- how many love interests can one main character have?”

“I think that’s the challenge that was going on in the writer’s room - to see how many variations of a love triangle they could make.”

“The challenge in the writer’s room was that they had too many people slamming on keyboards, yet none of them wrote Shakespeare.”

“Was that an infinite monkey theorem allusion?”

“And a simultaneous dig on the foul writing - zing!”

Following the festivities of movie-binging and gift-giving, he turns to you with a rather uncharacteristic diffidence in his demeanor

Glance askance, slight perspiration on his forehead, fidgeting hands, stammering words

As you start to ask what’s wrong, Donnie quickly, almost unintelligibly so, asks if you want to dance

If you feel so inclined, you nod, take his hand, and offer a dance

If Sinatra is playing (Nancy or Frank or both), you know some slow dancing is going down

Bill Withers or Kitty Kallen, maybe even Dean Martin, something classic, whispering in the background, a hand or two on your hips, yours on his shoulders, chins tucked cozily on the crook of each other’s neck or crown of the head, just the two of you gently swaying together to the rhythm sounds perfect

Normally when he dances, it’s fast-paced boogie or groove (he didn’t get the name Bootyshaker9000 for nothing), but for today, for you, he’ll keep the dancing slow, smooth, sweet

Keeping you close and spending time with you has certainly made this his favorite Valentine’s Day thus far

The macarons you gave him also significantly improved his verdict

(Happy Valentine’s Day gang ‼️ HERE are some accompanying sketches with this!)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #rise season 3 #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #rise donnie x reader #rise donatello x reader #rise donnie #rise donatello #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #valentines day #100

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dinodinodin0 · 2 years

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The older kids with little!reader

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Eddie and Steve had known about your little space for a while now, and they've completely adopted it or, you, respectfully.

However, due to how excepting they were, you felt it eventually got harder and harder to stop slipping into little space. Beforehand, you hid it from everyone, but now your two boyfriends knew and they'd actively make it harder to mask it. You didn't mind, you loved that they encouraged it, but eventually you wished your other friends knew aswell, so you could be yourself around them

So Eddie and Steve made it their own personal mission to make them comfortable with it. They encouraged you to slyly regress in front of them, or just act more childish, so that way the news wouldn't be too jarring

Eventually without them even knowing why, they started to treat you smaller and smaller. It was natural to then, given how you acted. To others it may have sounded like they were condescending, but to you it sounded like they cared.

After a while, you told Eddie and Stevie that it was okay to tell them. They took you out of the room and told them privately, explaining what it was, that it was okay, and why you did it. They were all completely accepting, but some had more questions then others. Nancy specifically wanted to learn about you and how to care for you, but Jonathan wanted to learn by interacting with you.

So now whenever you were comfortable with it and you were little, your daddies invited your friends Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy to come play with you aswell.

Robin loved going to arcades with you and making you laugh, bringing you new knock knock jokes every visit. She wins you plushies at crane games, and let's you beat her when she plays competitive games with you.

Jonathan loves teaching you things, and is fascinated by you. He loves to let you tell him about your toys, art you've made, and loves doing fashion photoshoots if your stuffies with you.

Nancy is your go to for anything girly. You wanna play makeup? Go to nance. Wanna paint everyone's nails? Nance will help you pick the colors. Feel the need to vent about your stressfully storyline between your Barbies? Always nance.

You and your daddies are extremely happy they love you as much as they do, and you love being yourself around people who care about you.

Oh, and Steve finally got to enjoy a break from being the babysitter <3

#eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munsin x reader #steve harrington x reader #daddy!steve harrington #daddy!eddie munson #daddy!eddie #daddy!steve #little!reader #steddie #steddie x reader #steddie x little!reader #fruity four #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x y/n #stranger things fanfic #agere #agere danfic

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shares-a-vest · 2 months

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@flufftober Spring Edition Day 3: Spring Cleaning

wc: 518 | Rated: T for Canon-Typical swearing and language | cw: None

Tags: Spring Cleaning, Eddie Munson is a Menace, Steddie Dads, Discarded Toys, Childhood Toys

'Goodbye, Mr. Furby'

Steve opens his daughter’s double-doored closet only to be greeted by her demonic Furby. A formerly beloved and sought-after plushie that also terrorised the family with late-night chirping for far too long until he had worked out how to remove the batteries.

He shudders at the thought of the manual Eddie had managed to track down, filled with faceless Furbys being exorcised and deprogrammed. He reaches forward with giddy glee and plucks the toy from its quiet resting spot.

“We can finally get rid of this thing,” he beams, turning to Eddie who lingers at the door, “Goodbye, Mr. Furby.”

“That’s Abernathy Furby, to you,” Eddie quips, frowning.

He takes a swipe for the toy but misses when Steve swoops his arm out of reach.

Eddie stumbles back in, clutching his proverbial pearls and his eyes glisten with worry. He stands there shellshocked, utterly scandalised by the prospect of cleaning out this mess of an apartment.

Steve knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He had to gently suggest such a task throughout the winter months, exercising pain-staking patience until Eddie and Joanie would at least hear him out.

“Eddie,” Steve begins, pinching his nose with his free hand, “You promised you’d let me do some Spring Cleaning this weekend. Besides, you hate this thing as much as I do.”

He plays keep-away just to be safe, watching his partner intently as he palms around to open the designated donation box he hopes to fill today.

“Adios,” Steve grins, taking one last look into the soulless, mechanical eyes of the plush before he drops it into the dark abyss of the labelled cardboard box.

That cursed thing can be some other parent’s problem...

“What’s happening?” Joanie yells, poking her head in from the hall.

Steve freezes, his arm now midway between reaching back into her closet for another forgotten toy �� this time a grey tabby cat that got chewed up by a very real cat mere moments after Nancy had gifted it back when Joanie was two.

He glances at Eddie for backup, only to be met with a raised, judgemental brow. His partner pointedly folds his arms and leans against the doorframe in defiance.

Steve can’t help but roll his eyes at himself because, yeah – of course, his family would put on a united front against him. And he was foolish to think Joanie’s homework obligations would outweigh her infinite curiosity that borders on nosiness.

“Uh…” he hums, floundering immediately as his heart races a mile a minute.

He watches as his daughter walks to the box and peers inside. She gasps and dives in head first, her haste almost tipping her into the box completely.

“Not Abernathy!” she shrieks, holding the demon spawn up as she rocks herself and the box back upright.

The toy chirps and blinks away earning a high-pitched yelp from Eddie.

“St-Steve...” he stutters, whimpering as he points a shaking hand at the sentient being.

Steve grimaces at the toy held firm in his daughter’s grasp, looking like it has risen from a cardboard grave, readying itself for the kill.

#fluffspring2024 #day 3 #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie dads #steddie as girl-dads #steddie ficlet

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griffinkid · 1 year

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Some differing outfits for Nancy, before she switched back to her favourite clothes 🐱

#plushie: nancy #plushies #stuffies #plushcore #toycore #build a bear

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Don’t worry (Steddie)

Warning(s); Ddlg relationship!,daddy kink,pet names,polyamory,fluff.

Pairing(s); Daddy! Steve X Little! Reader X Daddy! Eddie.

Summary; while out at dinner you begin to slip making Eddie and Steve explain to their friends what’s happened.

A/n; this was requested and I’m so happy it was☺️ didn’t proof read this as my eyes hurt from the eye doctor!!<3

Eddie couldn’t help but think maybe this was a bad idea, maybe bringing you to a place so stimulating was a bad choice. Steve was focused on his friends but Eddie, Eddie was watching the way your eyes dropped, the way your breathing turned slower,your hands fidgeting with your dress, swinging your legs back and forth. You were slipping and they had nothing to take care of you with and Eddie felt awful.

It was nearly 3 months ago when your boyfriends finally found out about the other side of you. Your smaller side. Steve now understood why you’d call him daddy even when you weren’t fucking, Eddie remembered how you’d cling to him when you’d go out to loud places. They both were ecstatic to be welcomed to this side of you and while they both had a bit of learning to do they managed to be the best daddies.

Their friends however didn’t know what was going on, they’d always cancel if you didn’t feel like you were big enough. However you hadn’t been in littlespace for awhile so they planned the dinner and you were feeling great. Then a family came in and a baby started crying, then the waiter was rude, then they had to send your food back because it was wrong.

You were trying to choke down the feeling not wanting to ruin their night or embarrass them in front of their friends. Eddie reached out and grabbed a hold of your hand smiling at you you sighed softly feeling a bit more grounded but you couldn’t fight it for much longer. You felt Eddie’s legs shift under the table and then Steve was spinning his head around mumbling a “ow” at his boyfriend.

Eddie nodded towards you, who was spaced out, staring straight ahead at nothing. Steve stared at you for a minute before you finally felt his eyes on you turning to look up at him with a smile. Steve could see it too in your eyes, you were falling and they were no where near being able to leave. They didn’t have anything to help you not even a plushie or anything.

Steve reached out and tugged you closer to his side reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. Him and Eddie both happy their friends got a booth instead of a table.

Their friends watched in confusion as Eddie and Steve tuned out of the conversation and focused in on you. Eddie was running his hands through your hair while you laid into Steve’s side. Your eyes were locked in on him and you curled up into the booth obviously wanting in his lap but not having the space.

The three other friends looked at each other before Robin finally spoke up; “dingus! What’s going on here?” Steve glanced at Robin “nothing, she’s just tired” Steve said and the three of them shared looks again. “Why’re you tired?” Johnathan asked and you looked at him panicking before turning and hiding your face in Steve’s chest.

“Baby, no hey get outta there” Steve pulled you from your hiding space and you whined. “Daddy M’scared” “daddy?!” Nancy asked stunned and your lip wobbled from her loud tone. “No, hey it’s okay. She doesn’t mean to scare you honey” Eddie said reaching out for you, you swap over to Eddie who tucks your hair back and kisses your nose. “No crying, sweetheart” you nodded wiping at you eyes “no crying” you repeated.

“What the fuck is going on?” Nancy asked and Steve glanced at Eddie before sighing. “She’s…well she’s not exactly in a right mindset right now” the three looked at Steve confused. “Oh for fucks sake, she’s a little. She regresses to a younger age due to childhood trauma, she calls us daddy and we take care of her okay?” Eddie huffed out.

“What do you mean? You treat her like a child?” Robin asked and Steve shook his head “well, to you it’s ‘treating’ he like a child but to her she’s acting like she’s supposed to. Her age varies so yes we take care of her.” The three blink at them. “Dada I wan Bambi” Eddie pouted down at you “baby I don’t have her right now, here” Eddie slipped his thumb into your mouth and you sucked against it happily.

“Take care of her how?” Johnathan asked and Eddie shrugged “if you’re asking if we use bottles and paci’s and sippy cups things like that, yes. She has a playroom in Steve’s basement” Nancy shook her head “a playroom? Like my 3 year old sister has?” They both nodded.

“Is she okay?” Robin asked and Eddie nodded “she’s just overwhelmed, we don’t have anything to help keep her distracted” Robin nodded. “Can I do anything to help?” Steve shrugged “you’d have to ask her.” Robin nodded. “You’re just okay with this?“ Nancy asked and Robin nodded “we all cope differently if it’s what she needs then why judge her? She’s just trying to handle herself” Robin said.

“What ages does she normally regress to?” Johnathan asked “somewhere between 4 and 7” Steve said “one time she regressed to 2 but she hasn’t since” Eddie glanced down at too watching your eyes slowly closing. “Baby, you can’t sleep here” he said and you whined loudly “Shh, Shh it’s okay” Eddie pulled his thumb from your mouth. Your lip started to wobble again and your eyes filled with tears “wanna play a game?” You eyes moved to Robin.

“What?” You asked your tone whiney “they have a game room here, wanna go play?” You sniffled “you wanna play with me?” Robin nodded “of course I do! Cmon” you looked at Eddie and he nodded letting you crawl over him. Robin held out her hand and you tightly gripped it running off with her into the other room.

“How’d you two find this out?” Nancy asked and Eddie scooted closer to Steve. “Well she hadn’t been answering our calls and we were worried so we went over there.” Eddie started. “Well she was acting like she is now and when Eddie asked her what was wrong all she could say was ‘I’m not a big girl’. It was confusing at first but eventually she came back to us and she told us the truth.” Steve said finished.

“And you just accepted it?” They both nodded “I mean there’s nothing weird about it. She’s healing her inner child and trying to forget bad memories.” Nancy nodded. “It’s a lot, we know” Nancy rubbed the back of her neck “so she calls you daddy and you’re okay with it? In a non sexual way?” They both nodded. “So then how do we act around her?” “Normally” Eddie said. “She’s not expecting to have you on your hands and knees and babbling like she does.”

“How old is she now?” Johnathan asked and Steve shrugged “probably 5? She doesn’t like talking a lot in headspace. “Could we see you guys…take care of her?” He asked and they both nodded. “Sure, I don’t think she’ll mind.”

“Daddy! Daddy!!” Steve looked over at the pair of you and Robin “lookie what Robi won me!!” You helped up a unicorn plush and Steve smiled. “Oh, it’s very pretty” you climbed into the booth next to Eddie “it’s named Colby” Eddie smiled “I like that!” Johnathan said and you smiled. “Really??” He nodded. “Dada he likes it!!” Eddie chuckled “Mhm, he does.”

You snuggled into Eddie’s side and played with the hoofs of the pony smiling widely as they went back to their normal conversations.

#tori talks #eddie munson #fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #daddy!eddie #daddy!steve

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moonah-rose · 4 months

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But imagine teenage Mia having a fight with her parents over something stupid and she runs away from home.

After checking she hasn't gone to Grandma Betty's or cousin Nancy's or any of her friends, Alison calls the hotel and they confirm that Mia has checked into their usual room.

Cut to Higham Suite, where Mia is sobbing her heart out and telling all the ghosts the troubles she's having with her parents, school, boyfriends and girlfriends etc and she knows they're all around her comforting her even if she can't see them.

She knows Grandpa Cap is fondly petting the air above her head. Uncle Pat is making lame jokes to make her smile. Granny Fanny is sweetly berating her for making her parents worry (and for her latest piercing). Auntie Kitty is almost holding her hand and agreeing with her that everyone at school is awful. Uncle Thomas is giving her an ego boost by telling her how beautiful she is (not in a creepy way). Uncle Humphrey's head has been placed near her like a comfort plushie she can't hug. Pupper-Uncle Robin is nuzzling her feet sympathetically like my dog does when I'm upset.

Meanwhile Uncle Julian is slowly texting Alison to tell her she's fine.

Deep down she knows she's the luckiest girl in the world because how many kids her age have a ghost family they can run to?

#button house hotel au #mia cooper #bbc ghosts #found family #bbc ghosts spoilers

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Dating Robin Buckley Headcanons

Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: so here’s Robin’s version of my dating headcanons! I hope you like it <3

next up I think will probably be Eddie, or maybe Nancy, it depends on how quickly I get them done <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

she’s super awkward when you first meet, like she just can't seem to stop talking whenever you’re together

she’s self conscious that she’s annoying you but you actually find it really cute and endearing and you always make sure to tell her as much, she needs the reassurance sometimes

it’s Steve that sets the two of you up and encourages you guys to get together

also getting with Robin automatically comes with a free lifetime subscription to Steve’s lesbian protector programme, which includes Eddie as part of the package

you and Robin go out for lil dates together where there’s lots of discreet touching and holding of hands, longing glances, whispered compliments to avoid other people getting suspicious and thinking you were anything more than friends

your favourite date is your frequent movie nights, where Robin always steals the latest release from her work and brings it home for the two of you to watch

it’s your favourite kind of date bc the two of you are actually alone and are free to snuggle and kiss and touch as much a you please

you guys get matching patches to sow onto your denim jackets, everyone else just thinks it’s bc you’re a couple of besties but only you and Robin know better

the two of you are always sharing clothes, to the point where you’re no longer sure who’s clothes are who’s now anyway

bringing Steve and Eddie on date nights when you want to go out so you can get away with it looking you’re on a double date with the boys when actually you’re just there for each other - like you guys will go to the cinema or something and the boys will sit on either side of you, letting you guys be next to each other in the middle, so you can secretly hold hands without worrying about other people looking over from the side

she really likes to cup your face between her hands when you kiss

you guys have secret code words / signals for when you guys want to get away from a social situation that’s becoming too much for either one of you

you also have a lil secret code phrase to tell each other “I love you” when you’re in public

Robin can sometimes get easily flustered and stressed and you’ve learned well how to calm her down

she can get really fidgety when she’s stressed so you often let her play with your hair as a distraction to keep her mind and hands busy for a while

she also gets really giddy and hyper about things and you just love watching her excitement so much

Robin is also a fantastic listener and is great to vent to when you need it

the two of you also hardly ever get into arguments bc your communication skills are just on point so there’s almost never any miscommunication or things like that! she’d always rather sit down and have a proper conversation about the issue than have an argument where the two of get mad at each other

she’s not one for material gifts too much and prefers to have memorable experiences with you when it comes to anniversaries or birthdays etc.

that being said, you guys both definitely have a shared collection of plushies that you like add to whenever you find a cute one

I also feel like she’s the type to give you random affectionate lil bites and nips, ya know what I mean? like if you out your arm around her shoulders she’ll twist her head and give you a quick, gentle nip on the hand as a sign of affection

Robin is just a super cute and super enthusiastic girlfriend and I love her for that

pet-names: (for you) darling, sweetie, pumpkin, angel, my love

pet-names: (for her) Rob, honey, hun, baby, my love

NSFW

so I feel like this might be controversial but, as awkward as she can sometimes be, I actually see Robin as being mostly a dom in bed

like maybe the first few times you got together she was more sub, like just nerves as she gets to know you and your body and how your bodies work together

but once she’s got you and your body figured out, she fucking owns you, like I’m picturing her as a pleasure dom tbh, she loves to see how many times she can make you cum

she’s definitely into overstimulating you

loves to peg you, of course

is a fucking champion at eating pussy, like she absolutely fucking loves it when you sit on her face

not to mention how much she loves to make out with your after she’s eaten you out

I also just think she does like to kiss you a lot when you’re having sex

like you guys have to be super careful about not leaving visible marks on each other so you don’t get questioned, so she makes up for not being able to kiss your neck / body, etc. by just kissing your lips constantly

that being said, you both fucking love leaving hickies on each other where you know no one else will seem, it’s just a lil secret between the two of you

so her favourite spots to leave hickies on you are on your tits and your inner thighs, you like to leave hickies across her stomach and hip bones the most

69-ing is definitely one of her favourite positions

she likes to use a vibrator / wand on you, and she’ll make it her mission to make you squirt bc of it

I feel like she can a bit loud in bed and you’re often having to shhh her so that you don’t get caught

I also feel like she’s maybe a bit impatient when it comes to you pleasuring her, she doesn’t like to be teased as much and just wants to reach her high as quickly as possible

I can see Robin being into a lil bit of light bdsm, so she likes tying you up (this is usually when she likes to whip out the vibrator on you) , she’s into light pain play, like spanking you a lil bit if you’re being bratty

but she’ll never ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable and she’s always checking in during intimate sessions to make sure that you’re doing okay

she likes to have her hair pulled, she takes it as sign that she’s making you feel really fucking good, which is almost always true

remember those movie nights I mentioned? well sometimes if the film isn’t good, or if she’s just in the mood, Robin will slip her hand under your panties and make you cum on her fingers right there on the sofa

also Robin is an ass girl and she loves to grab fistfuls of you ass to pull you close to her as she fucks you - she’ll also slap your ass whenever she can get away with it

aftercare queen™️

will give you all of the snuggles and kisses afterwards, she’ll stroke your hair and kiss your forehead and tell you how good you were for her

she’ll just hold you, maybe swaying a bit, stroking your hair and humming until you eventually fall asleep in your arms

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

Masterlist

#waspswidows #robin buckley #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley headcanon #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley hc #robin buckley x y/n #maya hawke #stranger things headcanons

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bunniekittiee · 7 months

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Which Plushie Dreadfuls Mental Health Collection Rabbits I think the TCM characters would have:

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba would definitely have the Anxiety Disorder Rabbit.

Our lovely Junior worries very much. But it’s not just the regular worrying, it’s extremely intense.

Sometimes he gets it out of nowhere with nothing, sometimes there’s reasoning behind it, it just depends.

Makes him physically ill and it gets hard to focus.

Sissy will try to make him as many teas and scents to ease his nausea but it does not alleviate it.

He is comforted that she is trying to help, but it does not help him much.

Has thrown up a lot.

Sometimes it gets so bad, he sits in bed sweating, feeling like death, and very sick.

Drayton tells him that he needs to man up but Johnny tells the Cook to lay off of Bubba.

Bubba can’t control his anxiety, he’s not expected to by his other family.

He learns to live with it and cope.

Chop Top Sawyer:

Chop Top would have the Sleep Paralysis rabbit.

I believe that Chop Top suffers from sleep paralysis very frequently, even before he went to Nam.

Sometimes he sees funny things, but most of the time it is not very good.

A lot of it to him seems demonic, he’s had whispers of another language in his ear during sleep paralysis.

He doesn’t really understand why it’s him that has to deal with this, but he tries to manage it.

He has asked the others if they have sleep paralysis, but they don’t.

If it’s bad, he loses sleep and can be very tired in the morning which throws him off completely.

When in sleep paralysis, it gets hard for him to breathe because of the weight on his chest.

Nubbins has walked in on him during sleep paralysis and has tried to help him by trying to wake his body up.

Chop Top can’t communicate during sleep paralysis so he just stares at Nubbins and the weird creature thing that’s lingering over him.

Nubbins tells him that no one is there and that he is seeing things.

It comforts Chop Top knowing that the butt-fuck ugly entity that is standing over him is not real and Nubbins can see that it’s not real.

Nubbins Sawyer:

Nubbins would have the ADHD Rabbit.

I think this is kind of obvious, I believe Nubbins is very impulsive and forgetful.

He has dealt with this since he was a kid and Drayton never got him medicated.

Does not know how to manage it, sometimes he feels like his brain or heart is going to explode because of how fast they are going.

When it comes to killing or making things, he is definitely locked into it and will do it with no problem.

But any other tasks, he struggles to remember and it is difficult to keep him engaged.

Nubbins is very hyper and will stay up for long periods of time.

If he stays up for days straight, he also sleeps for a long time as well.

Drayton wishes he would have gotten Nubbins medicated but he knows that he can’t do much about it now.

They just hope that a victim will have Adderall on them so Nubbins does not have to suffer like he does.

Johnny Slaughter:

The one I think 99.9% of you were waiting for lol.

I believe Johnny, taking into consideration the personality we have pieced together for him based upon his bio, has the Borderline Personality Disorder Rabbit.

Now hear me out.

I think Johnny does get overwhelmed with his emotions. His moods can change very quickly depending on his interactions with other people.

As a result, it can affect how he feels and if he wants to kill them.

Sometimes he is very hard to read because he has learned to mask this.

But if you look hard enough, when he smiles there are little to no emotions behind his eyes.

Most people tend to miss this and that’s why they end up on the dinner table because they don’t know to avoid him.

Nancy told Johnny that his biological mother abandoned him for her own selfish reasons, but the Lord made sure Johnny went into her hands.

This haunted the Slaughter boy. He became afraid of abandonment.

So if he were to keep a victim, his main worry would be that they would leave him.

He has very tumultuous relationships. They are extremely unstable and his intense mood shifts can affect the other person greatly.

When he’s angry, his anger can be aimed at no one in particular. But he will still take it out on them.

Can have depressive episodes but tries to work through it because he has things he needs to do, but it gets difficult.

Drayton sometimes worries for him when he sees the dark bags under Johnny’s eyes and the empty look in his eyes. Then he knows it’s bad.

Sissy Sawyer:

Sissy would have the Disassociation Disorder Rabbit.

She has a hard time recalling childhood memories because she disconnected very often.

Very frequently she feels as if she is watching herself from an outside perspective.

She does not feel like herself, she feels like a walking zombie attempting to look like a functioning human being.

It affects her moods, she will completely stay out of conversations and if she has to talk, she doesn’t realize what she’s really talking about.

She just feels like she’s just moving her mouth and speaking another language.

Sissy spaces out a lot and sometimes she does this when she is busy with tasks.

Bubba can read that look in her eyes that shows that she is just a vessel, Sissy is not really there.

He tries to help her, he won’t talk to her because he knows that it is hard for her to form words, but his presence is enough.

He will take over her chores and shoo her away to rest.

She can remember a few things about her time with the Manson Cult, but she can’t recall everything.

When she tries to remember, it just looks like a blur.

And it feels like there are many missing pieces to her memories.

Drayton Sawyer:

This rabbit is still under development.

However, Drayton would have the Intermittent Explosive Disorder Rabbit.

He suffers from extreme amounts of unwarranted anger and will take it out on his family.

Sometimes there are no particular reasons for it.

He can easily slip into an episode and it turns the household upside down until he calms down.

He will abuse his brothers and nephew, smacking them with the broom or hitting them with his fist.

Even the smallest events can trigger his anger and afterwards he feels horrible.

He knows that there was no reason for all the extra shit he did, and he knows he pissed off the whole household with his behavior.

Johnny tries to empathize (funny coming from him) with Drayton with the explosive anger and emotions.

He understands, but he wishes that his uncle could manage it better.

Because beating the shit out of Chop Top with a belt because he didn’t set the plates out is extremely out of place and unfair.

Alright, I did not want to get things wrong with the disorders i named so if I messed up im v sorry. Some of it is from what I have experienced, Sissy and Johnny to be specific (don’t suffer from either disorder ofc but I have felt some disassociation before and I have intense mood shifts) so I tried to describe it from my personal experience too. Anyways, I thought this would be fun to do!

#texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #bubba sawyer #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #sissy sawyer #slashers #tcm bubba #tcm johnny #tcm nubbins

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peachiemilkytea · 2 months

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ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ

pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

Summary: Henry has been talking to your dad about his co-boss a lot lately, enough to invite him over for dinner knowing that he is your boss too. Now you have to deal with a dumb teenage boy you don't like.

Paring: Teen!Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: use of Y/n, third and first person pov, your parents embarrassing you, flirting?? romance??? enemies to friends

W/c: 5K

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Flipping the pages in between my fingers of a romance story. Seventeenth Summer by Maureen Daly. It was in my top ten favorites, my first favorite was IT by Stephen King. The one I'm reading now is about two teenagers, Angie Morrow, and Jack Duluth, being a couple and going out together in June for the first time. Their dates would be them getting cokes with friends, riding in Jack's car, going to movies, and taking the boat out. They grew closer than they could ever be together. It gave it a whole new point of view on the world. Rose-tinted glasses.

"Dottie! Come down here!"

Uh oh, am I in trouble? I put my book down on my bedside and walked downstairs. Mom was leaning on the kitchen counter talking to my dad who was smoking a cigarette. My mother hates the smell of cigarettes. Her nose scrunched at the intoxicating smell. I took a seat at the table.

"Whatever happened, Daniel did it!" I accused my little brother without hesitance. Holding my hands together, my shoulders become tense. Dad snickered out smoke holding onto the sink, biting his lip to hold back a big smile. Mom rolled her eyes at the smoke he let out.

"You're not in trouble (Y/n), we're having the Aftons over for dinner." Mom explained, breathy chuckling.

"Henry and I had lunch with him the other day, he's something else. I had to use everything to stop myself from making fun of his accent. Anyway, his family will be here by six twenty so get ready." Dad explained twiddling the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Alright, whew, you scared me! I thought I was gonna be in trouble! Where's Daniel? Does he know?" I asked, looking around.

"Yes, he knows, he walked in on us talking about it. The Aftons have a boy your age. We'll leave Daniel to suffer with the little ones." Mom said getting off of the counter. I let out a "Yes!" pumping my arm up and running upstairs.

Now that I think about it, William never really talks about his family. He'll bring up his daughter Elizabeth but that's really about it. I had to find out that Michael was Will's kid myself, he never talked about him and whenever I try to bring him up Will shuts it down. He's a jerk to me, I swear it's like he hates me! One time when I was working he spilled soda all over my head with a sarcastic 'whoops.' Poor Henry had to give me a towel and wash it out of my hair and face.

While with Henry he'll talk about his kids all the time, I would hear all the stories about Sammy and Charlie. All the cute things they did and all the tantrums. Henry would have a picture of his wife in his pocket, Nancy Emily, they've been high school sweethearts. She's a sweet woman who got me into Seventeenth Summer. I usually hang out in her garden with her taking care of the plants or sunbathing. I cleaned up my room, picked up the clothes on the floor, and fixed my plants, stacking my books into the shelf, tidying up my desk. I think I looked okay. It was presentable enough. Daniel was standing at my door.

"Come on, hurry up! They're at our door." Daniel said repeatedly knocking on my doorway. I rubbed his hair walking past the kid. Downstairs there was William with a gingered-haired woman, his daughter Elizabeth, a smaller boy holding a golden Fredbear plushie, and... Michael? Ohhh that would make sense now, that's why he looks like William. I didn't pay attention when Mom was talking about us. He perked up surprised but then waved at me with a smile.

"This is Daniel and (Y/n), my kids," Mom said putting her hands on her hip. That stance always gave off 'I'm a tired mom.'

"Kids, this is the Aftons. William, Clara, Elizabeth, Evan, and Michael." Mom introduced us, pointing to each one of them.

"Hey boss," I said, looking towards William. He smirked at my remark. I looked over to my dad and saw the gears in his head turning, Mom gave out a silent 'oh.' Clara looked between me and William.

"But you work for Henry?" Dad asked more like a question.

"William is Henry's co-boss, I work for both of them," I said putting my hand on my hip, then going back to the family and flashing them a smile before going up to my room.

I heard Dad and mom talking to William and Clara talking more about work and what's for dinner, telling Daniel to take the little ones. Then They were talking about boring adult stuff, the only thing I found interesting that they were talking about is all the butterflies Clara's been finding and keeping. Maybe the book my dad was reading, The Color Purple. A book about a teenage African American, Cecilie. Raised in rural isolation in Georgia. She resists the self-paralyzing concept forced on her by others. He's the one who introduced the book to me, it was hard to read because of the writing. But that's the fun of it. Like I did with The Great Gatsby, I took notes on it and broke down the language to understand it then burned the chapters into my head of what happened in a modern way.

Grabbing one of my types of vinyl, I always liked the vinyls more than the cassettes, mixtapes, and walkmans. They played it so much better than the others. Putting on Highway To Hell by AC/DC, it was one of my all-time favorites. Nodding to the beat and mouthing the lyrics.

"Good pick! I didn't expect a good girl like you to be into rock." Michael said, leaning against my doorway with a smug look. I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. I took my vinyls out of the packages and wrote what songs they were on the middle-colored part before putting them on my green flowered walls. Michael was staring at my pictures on my bulletin board.

"Did you take these?" He asked, pointing towards them.

"Yeah, I did. It's still-life photography. What? You like them?" I spat out walking to his side. He was looking at a picture with a book that had cursive letters on the pages, a jar of flowers and the other side is a jar of ink, an old pen sitting next to it, and circled glasses on the other side. Maps and drawings of herbs under the book.

"It's not my style but I like it. It's like something really old and adventurous. Like those old guys you see in the history books." Michael read the photo perfectly. He captured it in his way but still expressed what I was trying to get. I was surprised he was being so nice right now.

"I think this one might be more of your style," I said pointing to a different picture above the one he was looking at.

A bluish-whitish tinted photo, concrete stairs with yellow lines at the end going down. The white walls were covered in graffiti, paint, posters, photos, and drawings. There were marker drawings on the walls and messy paint splattered onto the railings. Graffiti symbols and phrases are marked onto the floor. Some vinyl and cassettes were glued to the wall. Boy bands and magazine covers on the wall with famous faces and logos. The pen drawings on the side made planets and black stars. Drawings made by people saying "runaway" or lists of things or missing pet beetles people found off of the street. A large rectangular mirror on the left side reflects the turn to further downstairs on the right.

Michael's brows raised and his mouth fell slightly. His hand tucked a strand of his hair back behind his ear then covered his mouth with his hand. He blinked a couple of times through his eyelashes. I chuckled and picked it off of the bulletin board and flipped it over on my desk, writing 'To Michael' and handing it to him. He furrowed his brows and stepped back pulling his hand away from his mouth.

"Take it if you like it so much. I know you don't like me very much and I'm okay with that. I'm still your friend." I said being left hanging and still holding the photo.

"I hate you. I hate your '70s haircut. I hate how your teeth are yellow. I hate how your loud laugh echoes in a room. I hate the way you read knockoff comic books. I hate how you smile so big when you lie. I hate you. But I don't, I tried. Something about you is keeping me around. I want to be your friend." Michael admitted. That was a turn of events... He took the picture out of my hands and pressed his lips together. Holding it with two hands he stared at it. I chuckled, and a smile tugged my lips.

"So the soda thing-" I said pointing to the floor lazily. He quickly looked up bug-eyed.

"Ahhh!! Ahh!! We don't talk about that!" Michael yelled jumping on my bed. He got off of his stomach and laid on his back looking at her picture. I sighed going back to my bulletin board of pictures. I put up some new ones I took a few days ago. From the corner of my eye, I saw him put the picture on the bedside desk, and he picked up the book from my desk.

"What is this? It's so cheesy? The guy on the cover looks like me!" Michael asked, reading through the pages.

"It's what girls feel when they're in love, you wouldn't know." I joked. Hearing him scoff.

"Girls fall in love with me. Women get with me." Michael protested moving on his side to look at me with a cocky look, his tongue on the corner of his lips while biting down on it with his teeth. I let out a long 'sure.' He went back to reading. Genuinely Michael seemed invested in the story. Maybe I should show him Sixteen Candles one time. He might like that more because it's a movie. God, I love Molly Ringwald, she's such a great actor and in so many films I love. I have an undying love for her! She reminds me so much of Cheryl. Soon the vinyl stopped playing, so I grabbed another record. Metallica, Ride The Lightning. Putting it in and turning up the volume. Michael's head lifted quickly.

"No way! Metallica! Wait wait I know this one. Ride The Lighting, right?" Michael fanboyed over the vinyl. I nodded lazily. Grabbing a few covers I handed them to him. Dr Feelgood Mötley Crüe, Sweet Child O' Mine Guns N' Roses, Detroit Rock City KISS, Cherry Bomb the Runaways, Bad Reputation Joan Jett, Pet Sematary Ramones, and so many others. Rolling Stones, Judas Priest, you name it. Michael looked like a kid in a candy store flipping through the record covers. He was stuttering his words.

"Oh my god." Michael managed to get out of his excited stutters. Holding up one of them records.

"You can pick the next song." I gave a small smile sitting at the end of my bed. I lie on my stomach further it and swing my feet back and forth. Bopping my head to the beat of the metal music. I felt my imagination running wild, anything with music made me daydream. It was like scenes in a movie or a cartoon show. Michael was mimicking the strings of a guitar that the song was playing.

"Is this all you do?" Michael asked, looking up at the ceiling. His hand was up pointing and tracing the cracks.

"Yeah. I mean sometimes I'll go out if it's with my best friend or if it's because of work. My room beats going outside any day." I said, swinging my feet back and forth while leaning my cheek on my pointer finger. I like to be introverted, my mother always called me a homebody who needs to get out more. The most I would do is hang out with my dad on the porch at dawn talking about our days while he was smoking a cigarette.

"You have a friend that isn't Henry? That's hard to believe." Michael playfully insulted. I grabbed one of my pillows and smacked him with it. He yelled and put his hands up laughing.

"Yes, I do! Jeez. How do you even know I'm friends with Henry? Will doesn't like to talk a lot." I asked sitting up and hugging the same pillow I assaulted him with.

"I know Henry too, you know! You're not the only one. Father will bring me and my brother and sister to work sometimes and that's how I know Henry. He talks about you too much. It's like you're some star student. It's always (Y/n) this and (Y/n) that and oh did you know what (Y/n) did? All the time, it's so annoying!" Michael groaned into the pillow.

"Boo hoo, oh poor you." I mocked sticking my tongue out. Michael lifted his head from the pillow and spotted something. Should I be worried? He looks so curious. He grabbed a book on the floor next to my bed that read 'The 48 laws of Power' which was about Niccolo Machiavelli's philosophy.

"Where did you get something like this?" Michael asked, skipping through the pages.

"It's a philosophy book, about the philosopher Niccolo Machiavelli. He lived in Florence during the Renaissance period. But then a prince came to the city and kicked anyone he didn't like out. Machiavelli was one of them. He would think while he was homeless. He would put on his fanciest clothes and talk about philosophy. Machiavelli has the theory that to get power you need to be feared to be loved. He wrote a letter to the prince on why he should come back to Florence. The prince read the letter and let him back into the city. He gave Machiavelli his spot. To have power you need to cheat, manipulate, and have confidence. It's used in politics and elections." I explained talking through my hands, never leaving his eyes.

Funny story, when I was out for a walk one day I found a kid in a tree reading it and I asked him how he knew that book. We had the best talk about being manipulative. It takes a true philosopher to understand and with that, you need to change your mindset. Philosophy is the love of wisdom, or in Greek Philosophia. It's pursuing your lover, pursuing Sophia. I love doing philosophy but I don't have anyone to do it with.

"This is deep," Michael said he was gapping like a fish. I could tell it wasn't really his thing and it's probably something you look at and forget the next day. I only nodded with a small smile.

My door creaked, I expected it to be one of the kids or my dad telling me to come downstairs for dinner. Cujo came running and jumped on Michael. He grunted putting the book on the nightstand on top of Seventeenth Summer. Cujo jumped on top of him and soaked his face in dog slobber, drool coming down and hitting Michael's cheek. He pushed the dog off of him and wiped the grossness off of his face. Gagging and scowling. I let out a fit of laughter.

"Good boy! Good boy Cujo." I patted his head.

"You named him after the murder dog?!" Michael shrieked scouting up on my pillows trying to get Cujo out of his lap.

"Yeah." I held Cujo's chin up to me and kissed his forehead.

"He almost killed me!" Michael complained, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"Stop being a baby. Cujo's a sweetheart, he would never hurt anybody unless I tell him to, Isn't that right?" I coo'ed to my puppy. He barked in response. I swear it's like he understands me. We don't deserve dogs, they are too good for us.

"Never thought I would hear that..." Michael mumbled and slowly came off of my pillows. He hesitantly held his hand out to the dog, taking it back quickly when Cujo turned around to sniff his palm. Michael tried again shaking but moved his hand away too quickly again. Cujo barked at him. I grabbed his wrist and held it up to Cujo, finally, he smelt his palm and declared Michael his friend. He put his head into the boy's hand making him pet him. Michael loosened up and pet Cujo's head. A genuine smile tugged at his lips. Scaredy cat.

"KIDS ATTACK!" Uh oh- Elizabeth jumped on her brother and tackled Michael on the bed, hitting him. Telling his face it hurt. Evan was timidly hiding behind Daniel.

"What? Evan! You're supposed to be beating up your brother and my sister!" Daniel said, lifting his arm and looking behind him. Evan was shaking behind him, shutting his eyes so hard you could see the wrinkles on the side. I got up from my spot while Elizabeth and Michael were beating each other up. I went up to the two boys and squatted down to the little one's height. He opened his eyes slowly. They were glossy, you could see every sparkle in the blue. His cheeks were a rosy red. A golden bear was in his arms, looking like Fredbear. William must've given it to him.

"Hey little buddy, it's okay. You don't gotta be me up. Daniel was just joking. Uh... Do you want a hug or something?" I asked, holding out my arms. Evan calmed down a little bit. He left Daniel's side and came up to me laying against me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back softly. Evan's crying calmed down and only had little sniffles and shaky gasps of air.

"I like your plushie, what's his name?" I asked, trying to relax him.

"Goldie," Evan mumbled lying on my chest. I stroked his hair.

"That's a nice name," I said softly, looking down at him. Something about this kid melts my heart. He's so delicate, fragile. If he was a box being shipped overseas he would have the fragile label on him.

"Wh-What's your name?" he stuttered looking up at me.

"I'm (Y/n), Daniel's sister. You're daddy's friend. What's your name?" I asked, sitting down on my knees.

"I'm Evan, sometimes my sister calls me Ev," he explained. Isn't that sweet? It's his sister's nickname. Daniel looked confused, glaring at us. I shot him a glare. He stuck out his tongue and pulled down his eyelid.

"IZZY! Get the hell off of me!" Michael yelled fighting his sister. I forgot that was happening. To be fair, Elizabeth was winning the fight. She was laughing at him and sitting on his stomach punching him, Michael's hands covered his face. As much as I'm enjoying seeing Michael getting his ass whooped by his little sister it can't go on forever.

"Alright! How about we play hide and seek?" I asked standing up. It caught Elizabeth perked up, she stopped fighting Michael and looked at me with a bright grin. That kid is a little devil but at least she's cute with her bow. She got off of Michael jumping off my bed and running towards me.

"Hide and seek! Hide and seek! Hide and seek!" Elizabeth chanted jumping up and down. Evan on the other hand shook his head no.

"Come on Evan, pleaseee! Pleaseeee! I'll beat up Michael if he scares you! Daniel's sister will make sure he won't scare you!" Elizabeth begged and pointed to me.

"It's true, I won't let him scare you, I'll even make a pinky promise." I held up my pinky. Evan's foot moved in circles and his body turned to the side, his head down looking up at me with doe eyes. Seriously, this kid is adorable. If Michael does anything I'll have Cujo eat him.

"Okay..." Evan held up his pinky. Interlocking it with mines. We pinky promised to stop Michael from scaring Evan. Speaking of the boy, his hair was disheveled and he was leaning on his elbow lifting himself. He held the back of his head, rubbing it while one of his eyes closed. My covers were a mess! My pillows were everywhere! Elizabeth probably used one to hit him. Kids...

"Daniel's it! Run kids! Count!" I yelled pointing to my brother and running away with the kids. Michael hurried soon after.

I don't know where the other two are, but I ended up with Evan. His small hand was trying to hold mine despite it being bigger. I pointed to Daniel's room under his bed. Evan and I hid under there. He was freaking out a bit. Looking around and shaking. I played with his hair and drew soft slow circles on top of his head. He looked like he could fall asleep. I heard Michael screaming like a girl. Daniel must have found him. What a wuss! There were footsteps and sounds of them arguing. They're like Dumb And Dumber. Elizabeth was found, she was whining and complaining about being found. They were looking for Evan and I. Their footsteps were so sloppy. I snickered a little too loudly, Michael was right about my laugh. How did he even pay attention to it?

"Wait..." I heard Daniel's moment of realization. He beelined for his room. It was weirdly suspenseful. Evan didn't like it at all. Seeing his socks roam the room he looked for us cautiously. Suddenly, fingers grabbed the bottom of the blankets and lifted them. Daniel was squatting there with the smugest look on his face.

"Found ya." He said slyly.

"You little buttmuncher." I jokingly insulted. He dramatically grabbed his heart and gasped offendedly. Evan sighed and crawled out from under the bed. I grabbed Daniel's ankles and pulled him to me. He shrieked and yelled at me. Hitting my hand. We got out from under the bed in a laughing fit.

We spent an hour laughing and scaring each other. Besides Evan, I was always paired with the little boy and he seemed a lot less scared when I was around. Daniel even ran downstairs and hid behind the couch till Elizabeth found him by getting a hint from William. She's a daddy's girl.

Michael was it, for the first time. He refused to do it for all the other times. He only agreed to do it if I did it with him. Pulling me away from Evan. I mean I hope the kid will be okay. Mike is kinda a dickhead. The kids ran off and hid, while we counted. Though he stopped counting.

"Why did you stop?" I asked. He stood there arms crossed with a smirk and one of his brows raised.

"They won't notice," Michael said, leaning up a little.

"Ookaay?" I said confused leaning against the wall. There was an awkward silence like Michael wanted to say something but didn't know how to phrase it. I can tell because I can see the cogs turning in his head.

"Whatever, let's go look for the little dweebs." Michael walked off.

"Hey! I'm the only one who can call Daniel a dweeb!" I ran after him.

We looked around the house. The bathroom, in the shower, the hallway closet, under my bed, under Daniel's bed. These kids were too good. It's like they disappeared. Michael and I went into my room. He put his finger to his lips and tiptoed to the closet. He paused for a moment. I shook my head no quickly, pressing my lips together. What if Evan was in there? Grabbing his shoulder and tugging it. He pushed me off. Michael slammed open the closet and put his arms up with a yell. Turns out... Evan was in there. And now he was having a sobfest thanks to Michael. I pushed past him and squatted down in front of the little boy who was clinging onto his Fredbear stuffie for dear life.

"Hey hey honey, it's okay. Come here. Oh man, I'm so sorry I broke our pinky promise." I said hugging him. Evan clung to me. I picked him up grunting at the sudden weight. He sobbed into my shirt. I glared at Michael, annoyed. For once he looks guilty. I kind of felt bad. Dropping my glare with a neutral smile. I rubbed Evan's back.

"Go find the others, Mike I'm sure dinner is almost ready." I nodded my head towards the door. He just nodded and walked off. Evan slowly calmed down still with leftover tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Do you want to go downstairs and hang out with the parents?" I asked him. He slowly nodded, not moving from my neck. I exited my cozy room and walked downstairs. The adults saw me with a crying Evan in my arms and eyed me confused and worried.

"Oh uh, hide and seek is a little too scary for him," I explained. Mrs. Afton showed understanding like this has happened before or the normal but mixed with guilt for her baby. William looked a little phased by it, his smile fading but going back to talking with my mother.

"Oh uhm here Mrs Afton." I tried handing Evan to his mother but he clung to me like a koala bear. It surprised the Aftons and my parents.

"That's very new, well I suppose he likes you a lot. That means a lot to a little child. And please call me Clara. No need to be so formal!" Mrs-... er Clara said. I nodded and took a seat at the table motioning her to sit next to me.

"I'm (Y/n), I'm sorry this is just so new to me. I wish I had heard about you more. You seem nice." I tried to make conversation. As you can tell it's going poorly.

"Awh, you're sweet. William isn't one to talk about personal stuff that much. Why I didn't even know that you two were coworkers! You work with Henry too?" Clara asked with a heartwarming smile.

"Yeah I do, Henry is my best friend. He's really how I got the job in the first place. I'm the head engineer. The bosses are the ones who are in charge of the whole engineering stuff. I'm just here if they need a little extra help or repairs." I explained she seemed to listen to every word. Her eyes softened too. Something about her makes me so comfortable like I can forget every problem I have. Dammit, William's lucky.

"I uhm.. I like your hair, my friend Cheryl Jo, her hair is red like yours too. Except hers is a little shorter." I said awkwardly, I think Evan is asleep or something. He's really quiet and not moving. His breath is a little shorter.

"You flatter me. So you're an engineer for robots? That must be interesting, you don't hear about that every day. What is it like?" Clara asked me.

"Are you going to let me geek out to you about robots? Because if you get me going I won't stop." I grinned brightly.

"I'm married to William, that already says a lot. I would love to hear you geek out about robots." Clara giggled, her nose scrunched up. If Evan wasn't laying on me I would be bouncing in my seat right now. I went on to rant to her about almost everything I learned about robots and what they could do, what's in them, how they are made, and what I think I could do for the future. I was talking so fast that I almost forgot to breathe.

"Dottie, can you get the kids and tell them dinner's ready." My mom said, wiping her hands together. I nodded, giving Evan back to Clara. He woke up instantly mind you. I got up from my seat and went upstairs.

They can't be far, so I check my room first... What the fuck. Michael was on my floor half-naked with Elizabeth and Daniel trying to shove my yellow floral white sundress over his head. He was yelling at them and trying to push them off but Daniel held down his arms and Elizabeth was solving his head through the dress. Daniel moved Michael's arms through the straps. I cleared my throat and leaned against the door. All of their heads turned towards me, surprised. Michael was beet red.

"Uh... Dinners ready."

I walked downstairs and waited for them to... stop whatever that was. I sat down in my seat with no comment. I want to unsee whatever I just saw immediately. William set the table with plates and asked what drinks we wanted. It feels weird to see him act so casually with my family, it feels weird to even see him in my home. To think my family and his never knew each other all this time. It was only him and I. He's so secretive I wonder why. He never told me about Clara or his kids. It could've been like Henry and I with Elle and the twins. Well, they're an odd bunch but still a presentable family those Aftons.

Speaking of which, Michael, Elizabeth, and Daniel came downstairs. The poor boy couldn't even make eye contact with me. Daniel took his seat next to me. Michael sat across from me. Clara was on my right and in front of her was William. Across from Daniel was Elizabeth, Evan sat next to his sister, Mom sat next to Daniel, and Dad sat in front of Mom.

My parents and the Aftons were telling stories or talking about what happened the other day that seemed so crazy. Evan was trying to get Elizabeth to eat her vegetables, he even held it to her mouth. She was stubborn, crossing her arms and pouting. Daniel was listening in on the parents' conversation. felt my foot get nudged. Fucking Michael. He was looking away listening to the parents talk. I stomped on his foot. His eyes became the sizes of dinner plates, he hit his chest with his fist and coughed violently.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Clara asked, leaning over the table.

"Yeah yeah... just went down the wrong pipe." Michael sipped his water awkwardly. Mom snickered at him and shook her head.

When he looked up he made eye contact with me and gave me a death glare. I smirked picking through my food. His foot hit mine again, I hit his shin with my leg. We were battling playing footsies under the table. Staring at each other and not breaking it. Daniel nudged my shoulder. I stopped. The parents were questioning why the table was moving. Michael kicked my ankle. I nodded my head towards the parents. We both looked at them, they were looking back at us. Michael and I quickly awkwardly took sips of our water not looking up.

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The loud and lively became cozy and quiet. Clara walked out with a sleeping Evan in her arms. Putting him in his car seat.

"Daniel! Come down here and say goodbye!"

"Bye!"

"That's not what I meant..." (Y/n) said, pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt her shoulder get lightly punched. Michael standing there with a smile. The annoyance of her little brother wore off.

"You leaving? I mean... you are leaving why wouldn't you be because your mom and little brother are in the car and-... I'm not making this better for myself." (Y/n) said, scratching the back of her neck shyly.

"Don't worry it's cute, I'm about to head off. I'll see you soon, right?" Michael asked looking away then back at her for a moment.

"Yeah.. yeah! Anytime besides when I'm working. Then again Will's the boss so maybe you can come when I'm working? I don't know, I'm bad at goodbyes." (Y/n) stammered awkwardly.

"Cool, cool" Michael laughed awkwardly. There was this tension between them. Vivian swung her arm around her daughter.

"We'll see you again, right Michael? You are welcome here anytime. You see... (Y/n)'s a bit of a loner-" Vivian whispered the last part behind her hand.

"Mom!" (Y/n) yelled, embarrassed pushing her mother off of her.

"I'm going to be bothering you guys all the time now, you sure you want that Mrs (L/n)?" Michael teased.

"Bring it on kid! And call me Vivian. Mrs. (L/n) makes me feel old." She said,

"Okay, well uh I should go to the car now. Bye and thank you!" Michael walked off waving a bit. Goodbyes were shared. Vivian went back to the kitchen to clean. (Y/n) sighed enjoying the moment of silence. William comes around with a sleeping Elizabeth in his arms. Stopping next to (Y/n) with a smile. She looked up at him surprised.

"I'll see you at work, I would love to hear about your new redesign for Trickster. We have a lot to go over, love." William said in his sultry accent.

"I can't wait, I have so much to talk about. I may need help to work on the blueprints and measurements. I'll see you till then, Will." (Y/n) said gently patting the sleeping girl in his arms. He nodded and took his leave.

Stephen (L/n), was in the backyard lighting a cigarette while the Aftons were leaving. Something was odd to him. Something didn't feel right about William. His guy screamed an icky feeling near him. He didn't like it, but he knew it was a move of a fool to find out what was wrong with William. He needs to know when is the right time to act and how to act. A puff of smoke soared up into the dark sky.

Cujo follows (Y/n) upstairs lazily through her night routine. She grabbed the phone and dialed a number. Cujo lay on her bed huffing and puffing.

"ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʏʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴅ."

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