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ilici · 1 year

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coming home.

Summary: Y/N heads home with her uncle, only to find out the football team will be staying with them.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Mention of knife play, knife play, choking, ropes, blindfolded, some surprises.

Word Count: 4540

shift in point of views, when the point of view is changed, the color of the text will change in the first word. I will have a parenthesis of the color that is chosen for those who are colorblind and may not be able to view the color.

Color Code:

Green - Dream

Blue - George

Orange - Sapnap

Purple - Karl

Yellow - Punz

Pink - Reader

Red - Third Person

(Pink) Shifting around, attempting to get a better look at my hip in the mirror, I flinch once my hand makes contact with the healing 'KJ' that was carved into my skin.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Punz's voice sounded muffled, and I could only nod.

Feeling my body being lifted up, I could somewhat make out the outline of George from my blurred vision as I was being carried somewhere.

Hearing the sound of water, I was gently placed into a warm tub, as all five men got to work cleaning me up.

Sapnap was washing my hair, Dream was getting the bandages and ointment ready for my hip, and Karl was scrubbing off some of the dried cum, and washing the rest of my body.

Once I was finished, Dream put the ointment and bandage on me, while Punz made sure I peed.

George now had me bundled up in warm towels he put in the dryer to make them warmer for me.

While I was in the bath, George even made hot chocolate for everyone and put on a Christmas movie.

Getting dressed in Sapnap's clothes, Karl carried me into the living room. Setting me down on the couch, George put a blanket on me and handed me the hot chocolate. Dream played the movie, and I spent a couple more hours there.

The aftercare was amazing.

Shaking my head, and putting another bandage on it, I huff quickly getting dressed. Letting my hair air dry, as I was too lazy to even bother with it.

"Y/N!"

Looking at the closed door, that slightly muffled the voice that yelled.

"Yeah?"

"Your uncle is here!"

Running my fingers through my tangled hair, wincing once they got caught in a knot.

Opening the door I smiled at my uncle, who only scolded me for taking forever to get ready.

"It's not like you have a wound to tend to."

I muttered under my breath, Karl's face appearing in my mind.

"What was that?"

He asked, and I only shrugged my shoulders, acting as if I said nothing.

"Let's go. We have guests waiting for us."

Halting my stops, I look at him my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"What?"

(Orange) "Please just shut the fuck up."

I groan, refraining from banging my head against the window of the RV, as Dream and Karl scream at each other playing Mario Kart on their switches.

"God shut up!"

Punz yelled, throwing one of the couch pillows at Karl.

Karl let out a grunt of disapproval before his mood changed as he flipped Dream off.

"Suck on that you fucker."

Dream only retaliated by punching Karl's arm harshly.

"And you say I rage."

I whispered under my breath, looking up at Y/N's dorm door.

"So why exactly are we at the girl's dorms?"

George asked, and I looked over at him as if he were stupid.

"We're picking Y/N up, you idiot. The coach was telling us he was picking up his niece the entire time we were loading up."

Punz explained, hitting George every time he said a new word.

(Red) Everyone quickly stopped talking, once Coach walked into the RV.

"You guys are acting weird."

He muttered, shaking his head sitting down in the drivers seat.

Y/N finally walked in, her midriff visible, a little part of the bandage visible to those who looked close enough, or studied her body.

Karl instantly spotted it, a smirk played on his lips, as he scanned her body.

"Boys, this is Y/N. She is my niece, she is a Senior here."

This caught everyone's attention.

They all sworn up and down she was younger than them.

"You all probably remember her when I sent her to give you guys the rough draft."

"Oh, I definitely remember that."

Dream spoke up, a playful smirk on his face.

Y/N looked at all of them, her eyes lingering on Karl a little longer once she remembered the injury on her hip.

Giving them a small smile, she turned around sitting in the passenger seat trying her best to ignore their existence.

"When did you even get this thing? And why?"

She voiced out, busying herself with her phone, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok awaiting her uncle's answer.

Without answering, her uncle only glanced at her as he turned it on, lightly pressing on the gas to exit the dorm's parking lot.

"Well?"

She pressed, shooting him a glare.

"I got it about two weeks ago, I figured why not take the boys on vacation and also train as well. With you coming along, I figured my van wouldn't fit everyone."

He finally answered, and she nodded leaving it at that.

"Ow! Get back here you punk!"

Was heard, before Punz was basically on top of Y/N, giving her a goofy grin.

"Settle down!"

Coach yelled while Sapnap tugged on Punz's leg, attempting to pry him off.

"Do you mind getting off?"

She voiced, shoving him off of her, while Sapnap dragged him behind the curtains of the cab.

"Do you mind going to settle them down?"

He asked her, and she rolled her eyes following in behind Punz's disappearing head.

Once she was in view, George cleared his throat.

(Blue) "You lot are basically children, aren't you?"

I heard Y/N speak, and looked down at my hands that were gripping Karl's hood to keep him from attacking Punz.

Watching her eyes scan the scene, Dream dropped Sapnap, as Punz groaned once Sapnap fell on him.

"Pretty sure children can't fuck a senior in college."

Sapnap spoke up, his voice muffled in Punz's back. Shaking her head, and rolling her eyes she walked over grabbing Dream's wrist, along with mine pulling the both of us to the back.

As the three of us stepped over the two on the floor, I kept throwing Dream a confused glance, one that he'd return.

"What do you need?"

Dream asked before I could.

"If you two do not tame those three out there, I will be pissed, and so will my uncle. I want to at least sleep on the drive there."

She said, sternly, as if we were being scolded.

"How long is the drive anyways?"

I asked, rubbing the back of my neck taking notice that she has yet to drop our wrists.

She merely glanced my way, before looking over her shoulder.

"About six hours. Why?"

She asked, finally dropping our wrists, adjusting her skirt, and attempting to hide the bandage, that slightly, just slightly blended into her skin tone.

"If you're trying to hide that, why wear whatever this is?"

Dream spoke, grabbing the thin cloth that she called a shirt.

Slapping his hand away, she scowled, "It's called a crop top. It's long enough to hide everything unless I raise my arms."

She defended, while Dream and I hummed before walking around her.

As I was on the side that her injury was on, I purposely wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging it along until it left contact with her.

(Purple) Watching where George and Dream came from intently, I smiled brightly when she came back through.

She looked at Sapnap and Punz who were now settled down, busy playing whatever game they were on the switches.

As she was about to walk past me, my body instinctively reacted.

"Yes?"

Blinking, I realized I had grabbed her wrist halting all her movements.

"Oh- Uhm. Want to watch this movie with me?"

I asked, my face turning red.

Watching her look around, George was on his phone loudly scrolling through TikTok, Dream was trying to convince the coach to let him have one of the beers from the fridge, while Punz was laid across Sapnap both focused on their games.

Hearing her sigh, I gave her a look of hope, and she rolled her eyes giving in.

"There isn't any place to sit. You're in the weird recliner chair."

She pointed out, and I shrugged letting her wrist go before patting my lap.

"But my uncle--"

"But nothing. He is driving, Dream is now in your spot, and George is on the little space left on the couch since Sapnap and Punz are taking up the rest. Nobody is going to pay any mind to it."

I reassured her, and she nodded before hesitantly sitting down. I grinned, rotating the chair towards the direction of the table where my laptop resided.

"What movie is it?"

I hummed, helping her adjust to her level of comfort, my arms now wrapped around her waist and my head resting on her shoulder.

"It's not actually a movie, I just say that because I binge this series for hours. It's Total Drama Island."

She nodded, as I unpaused the movie.

(Yellow) "Bro. Look."

Patting Sapnap's chest, as my head was in his lap, he grunted and looked down at me to see where I was pointing.

Both of our eyes traveled to where Karl and Y/N were watching something on his laptop. No sound was heard from the laptop as they both had his AirPods in.

"Damn. Lucky bitch."

Sapnap whispered, "Seems innocent though. They're both watching something. Let's leave it be. Plus her uncle is just behind those curtains."

He dismissed it quickly.

I rolled my eyes, "They could be watching porn."

Sapnap smacked my head and whispered under his breath.

"Shut the hell up."

George spoke up, and I tilted my head back to look at him.

"What?"

"One. You're distracting me from my video and I have earbuds in, two not everyone is horny like you."

He rambled, and I laughed.

"You finally have earbuds in after having to listen to your loud shit."

(Red) Everyone was now in their own world. Dream was helping his coach with directions while also keeping up a conversation, George was in the bathroom for more privacy, and Sapnap and Punz were knocked out snoring ever so slightly.

Karl and Y/N were on season 2, and they still had about 5 hours left of the drive.

(Pink) "Karl, I have a question."

He hummed, letting me know he was listening.

"Why didn't Bad come with us?"

I asked, and he looked at me, now that we were now in a new position.

"He was going to come, but he decided to stay behind and fix up the locker room for us. Something about a smell that was lingering."

He explained, rubbing my bare legs that were thrown over the edge of the chair.

I nodded, "There was a smell. So I understand."

Chuckling, we turned our attention back to the show.

Growing bored, I glanced around us and bit my bottom lip.

Karl and I were basically alone. George was nowhere in sight, Punz and Sapnap were dead asleep, and Dream was still in the front.

Turning to look at him, I gave him a small nudge on his shoulder.

"What's up?"

He asked, keeping his attention on the screen.

Leaning forward to whisper in his ear, I grin.

"We're alone if you think about it."

He looked around, noticing how it was practically empty.

(Purple) Smirking, my mind instantly thought of multiple things.

"Do you know how to be quiet as well as you know how to whisper?"

I asked her, and she gave me a confused look.

"Don't you think we could have a little fun while watching this? We can even make a bet."

This piqued her interest, and she was now all ears.

"Cockwarm me, whoever makes a sound, wants more, or moves first loses. The winner gets to leave a hickey anywhere on the other."

Watching the gears turn in her head, she grinned nodding.

Helping her move back into her original position, I lifted the back of her skirt a bit.

"Thong? How risqué."

I tease, and she smacked my leg in rebuttal.

Lifting her up a bit, I moved my sweatpants down until I pulled my cock out.

"No boxers? How risqué."

She teased.

I rolled my eyes, and moved her thong to the side, already feeling how wet she was. Biting my bottom lip, I helped her slide onto me. We both held back a groan, and she shuddered.

"Good luck."

I whispered, unpausing the show.

Turning our attention back to the show, Y/N was biting her bottom lip roughly.

(Red) To others' eyes, it looked like Karl and Y/N were still watching TDI normally.

But one person knew what was happening, and they couldn't wait to bust them.

They wanted to join in on the fun.

(Yellow) Looking up at Sapnap, I slowly raise up carefully not to wake him. Scratching my neck, I look at Karl and Y/N smirking.

Y/N was barely moving her hips, and I saw Karl grip her waist roughly. She winced from the pain, more than likely from the wound.

"You lost. But don't worry. It'll be double the punishment."

Karl whispered to her, maintaining eye contact with me.

Gesturing to the bedroom, Karl lifted Y/N up before putting his cock away and Y/N looked at me with a red face.

I tutted and shook my head grabbing her wrist and leading her to the bedroom as Karl paused his video and followed behind.

"You both are horny fucks."

I said throwing Y/N onto the bed, her skirt flying up to her stomach. I instantly looked at her thong which was now damp.

"Yet so am I."

I growled out, motioning Karl to barricade the entrance.

"I'm going to devour you."

I told her, and she whimpered quietly.

Grabbing her plush thighs, I pulled her towards me roughly.

"I've been waiting to do this since you got in this damn RV."

Pulling her thong off of her body, I stuffed it into her mouth as Karl now joined us on the bed.

Looking over my shoulder, I see he put the curtain down, and hooked it onto the closet doorknob.

"Be quiet for us."

Karl told her, and I scoffed at how sweet he was being with her.

Rolling my eyes, I started nipping at her thighs, working my way up to her pussy.

Karl on the other hand was leaving hickeys all over her breasts.

Finally making it up to her pussy, I gave it a long lick before devouring it.

(Blue) Walking out of the bathroom, I saw only Sapnap dead asleep on the couch and no sign of anyone else.

Walking towards the bedroom, I heard muffled noises, and I smirked.

Trying to open the curtain, which refused to open, I glared at it before crawling under finally making it in.

"Thought you could have fun without me?"

I asked, and Punz just simply flipped me off continuing to eat her out, as Karl looked up at me shrugging.

"You were in the bathroom."

Scoffing, I crawled over to the bed taking her thong out of her mouth and sticking my fingers in her mouth instantly shoving them down her throat.

Hearing her gag on them, I smirk.

"Want to suck me off?"

I asked, and she eagerly nodded with glossy eyes.

Pulling my sweats and boxers down, I pull out of fingers and replaced them with my cock.

She instantly started sucking, and I leaned my head back in bliss.

"Sapnap should be waking up soon. Dream will be the only one that won't join us."

I told them, and Punz laughed into her pussy, causing her hips to buck up.

"Seriously?"

"Told you."

I muttered, petting Y/N's head and looking over at Sapnap who had an obvious tent in his shorts.

"Feel free to join."

Karl said, now kissing all the hickeys he left.

"Dude, Dream is going to be pissed."

Watching Y/N orgasm once more, Sapnap pushed Punz away.

(Orange) "Damn. How many times did she cum?"

I asked, seeing how fucked out she already looked.

"I counted five times."

Punz said, and Karl furrowed his eyebrows.

"I counted seven."

He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. I'm going to fuck her anyways. Karl, did you pack that tie you were talking about?"

I asked, and Karl nodded walking over to his luggage that was under the bed pulling out a green and black tie.

"Seriously? Harry Potter-themed tie?"

George said, pulling his now semi-limp cock out of her mouth as some cum spilled down her chin.

"Shut up. It matches one of my outfits."

He said defensively.

Taking the tie from him, I handed it to George who looked down at her.

"We're going to blindfold you. Is that okay?"

Watching her nod, I strip off my shorts and boxers, lining my cock up before slowly pushing in and groaning out.

"Be a little quieter, just because they have music blaring doesn't mean they won't hear."

Punz said, throwing a pillow at me.

(Pink) Losing my vision, I reach for something as I adjust to the slight burn of Sapnap's cock stretching me. Feeling someone's hand interlace with mine, putting me at ease.

Feeling Sapnap pullout, he rammed back into me. Arching my back a hand from another direction covered my mouth muffling the loud moan.

"Quiet."

They warned, and I nodded at Punz's demanding tone.

Keeping their hand there, the other hand that I was digging my nails into was rubbing their thumb over my hand soothing me.

"Be a good girl for us."

Karl muttered, and I kept holding back moans, letting some slip through into Punz's hand.

After what felt like forever, I finally felt myself coming close.

"Gonna cum? I can feel it."

Sapnap said, speeding up his thrusts.

Nodding vigorously, I dug my nails deeper into the other person's skin when I felt myself cum.

Sapnap came inside of me shortly after and pulled out shoving his cum back into me.

"Smile for the picture pretty girl."

Sapnap mumbled.

Feeling all the weight from everyone getting off the bed, my mouth and hand felt empty.

Finally feeling the tie being taken off, I adjust to the lighting and look around.

Everyone left besides Punz.

He helped clean me up and changed the bandage for me.

Since my skirt had some cum on it, I had to change into a pair of my sweats instead.

Walking out with Punz, I sat on the couch letting Sapnap rest his head on my lap as he handed me a switch.

"Let's play a game."

Actually Dumb (Blue): Send the pic

Simp (Purple): ^

Dom Daddy. (Green): What pic?

Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange): Load Image

(Green) Looking ahead at the road, I pulled my phone back out after a couple minutes and opened the chat.

Clicking on the image, I nearly choked on my spit.

"Excuse me, sir."

I said, before walking out and glaring at everyone.

Y/N and Sapnap were playing a game together, and Karl was on his laptop, while George and Punz were smirking up at me.

"You guys think this is funny?"

I whispered, walking towards them.

"You chose to sit with the coach. Not our fault. Can't go up there and simply say, "Hey want to fuck Y/N with us?" Now, can I?"

Punz said shrugging, while Y/N and Sapnap paused their game everyone's attention turning to me.

Running my fingers through my hair, I threw one of the empty juice boxes at Punz.

"Just wait till we get there."

I said pointing at them, my eyes locking with Y/N's.

"Yeah yeah, whatever Dream."

Sapnap mumbled, unpausing his game.

Walking back up to the front, I sat down cursing under my breath looking at how many miles we had left.

"What was it?"

"Sapnap couldn't find the beers."

(Red) Sleeping the rest of the way there, Y/N was picked up by Dream per the Coaches request, and was brought into what was another house beside the one their coach went into.

Placing her down on the bed after finding the bedroom, Dream sat down on the rocking chair waiting till she woke up, a harsh glare on his features.

Losing his patience after a simple four minutes, he climbed atop the bed and wrapped his hands around her throat.

"Wake up princess. My turn. This time, a pea isn't gonna be what's bothering the princesses sleep."

Waking up startled, Y/N looked up at Dream and instantly whined once she realized his hand was choking her.

"Look who decided to finally wake up."

"You gonna be good for me? Your uncle is right outside setting up everything for when the boys and I practice."

Nodding her head, Dream scoffed, tightening his grip.

"Words."

"Yes."

Dream finally released her throat, and grinned to himself.

"I have you all to myself. I was assigned to keep you company until you woke up."

This made Y/N shiver, knowing they were actually alone.

"Turn over, let me take these off."

Taking off her sweats, he helped flip her over, forcing her ass in the air and making her arch her back.

"Already wet. Cute."

Y/N whined, gripping the pillow that was under her, and dug her face into it to muffle any of the sounds that would escape her soon.

Not even bothering to move the thong, he stripped over his clothes and gave her no time to prep before slamming into her. Y/N let out a muffled scream tears already pouring down her face.

Gripping onto her ass, he pounded into her, each thrust stretching her out.

"This is what you get. Punished, all because you were a whore who couldn't wait."

Y/N kept her moans muffled in the pillow, as she was already on the verge of collapsing from the amount of pleasure.

Making sure to hit the same spot over and over, Y/N quickly milked his cock, and Dream gave her no time to ride out her high as he aimed to make her overstimulated.

Going numb from the pleasure, Y/N could only make sounds that were incoherent, and sentences that made no sense whatsoever.

Feeling himself growing close, he reached around rubbing her clit so she would cum again once he did.

"Cum with me, pretty girl."

Y/N collapsed, and Dream, followed allowing himself to go deeper in this position. Causing him and Y/N to cum at the same time. Slowly pulling out, he cleaned himself and Y/N as she fell asleep from the overstimulation.

"Looks like I'll be needing to keep you company even longer."

Waking up once more, everyone was now in the room.

"I told you she sleeps a long time."

Dream spoke up, and she attempted to raise up but was refrained from her wrists. Looking over confused, her eyes widened at the sight of handcuffs.

"What?"

She asked, attempting to pull herself away from them.

"That won't work pretty."

Punz said, and Y/N groaned looking at them.

"What now?"

She questioned, and sighed giving up.

"Well. Your uncle went into town to get supplies and food, but he said the nearest town is about a forty minute drive. You also owe three people rounds."

Whining, she looked around as Karl climbed on the bed.

"You won't be needing these."

He said, cutting her clothes off with the same knife he used.

Shivering at the cold air on her bare skin, the cold metal not helping any.

"I think a cute little scar right on the side of your boob would be nice. Don't you think so too?"

Involuntary shivering, she bit her lip nodding.

"Yes, I think so."

Karl laughed happily, as he angled the knife this time cutting into her skin with more precision than last time.

Closing her eyes in slight pain, she leaned her head back feeling blood trickle down her body.

Feeling it being wiped away, she looked down seeing what he carved in her skin.

'PKSDG'

It followed the curve of her boob, being small enough to be hidden if she were to undress in front of someone.

"Perfect."

Trickling the knife along her bare body, he tossed it away and looked up at her.

"Can I fuck you now?"

Y/N nodded her head eagerly, completely forgetting about the others in the room.

Karl aligned his cock to her entrance, and slowly sunk in.

Both moaned at the feeling, Y/N leaning her head back in bliss.

Bottoming out, he pulled out before slamming back into her, causing her back to arch and her wrists to pull against the handcuffs.

The slight pain in her wrists were forgotten from the pleasure she was receiving.

"Fuck--"

She moaned out, while Karl kept his pace somewhat slow with rough thrusts.

Still being new to sex, Karl couldn't last long like the others. Filling her up with his cum as she came with him, she whined as he pulled out only to quickly be replaced as Punz slammed into her, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder.

Karl moved over to the side, kissing along the mark he left behind, as she was moaning, growing sensitive from Punz.

"Punz-- Holy shit."

She moaned out, before he was pulling out slowly.

Looking up at him confused and discomfort from feeling empty he only glared at her.

"Take the handcuffs off of her wrists."

He demanded, and Sapnap quickly took the handcuffs off of her wrists, allowing her to rub them a bit to soothe the small ache.

Picking her up, Punz set her on his hips, before entering her again but not moving.

Looking up once she felt the bed dip from a new person, George was now in front of her.

Aligning his cock, he slowly slid in, his and Punz's cock rubbing against each other stretching Y/N out even more.

Y/N moaned out in pain, leaning her head back against Punk's shoulder.

"Move."

Dream said, and the two listened as they began thrusting up into her with a rhythm.

Y/N was a mess, she had her eyes closed, her mouth was open yet no sounds were heard.

"Done fucked her dumb."

Sapnap muttered, shaking his head.

Feeling pressure, they both quickly pulled out as Y/N squirted everywhere.

Once she finished, they reentered her, Y/N letting out a strained moan digging her nails into Karl's thigh.

"Come on, one more time for us."

George told her, and Y/N was trembling, her whole body shaking.

Pulling out once more, she squirted one last time as both Punz and George came on her.

Collapsing against Punz, she passed out from exhaustion.

"I'll get the bath running."

Sapnap spoke up, and everyone started tidying her up, as Karl carried her and placed her in the tub.

"Maybe we should start going easy on her."

Karl said, looking at her going in and out of consciousness.

"She can handle it."

Dream said, as he rummaged around looking for ointment and a new bandage, for both wounds.

"She doesn't have hot chocolate but she did have white mocha mix and an espresso machine."

George told them, while they all nodded.

"Movie?"

"I put on Horton hears a Who."

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britt-kageryuu · 1 month

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Leo is streaming. His model is in his Unicorn onesie, slippers, and mask. He's on his blue inflatable chair floating in a virtual pool. River is on a inflatable table next to him. He's doing an AMA, were viewers can redeem 'Turtle Treats' aka channel points to ask a question anonymously. There is a sign that lists some restrictions on the questions, and if you attempt you will just get your points back.

River: How are things going with your crush?

He turns quite red, and calms himself a bit.

Leo: Things are going fine! We run into each other every now and then at the Restuarant. We went on a couple dates. We don't want to put out to much about our relationship for privacy reasons. Okay next question!

River: Are going to go anywhere else after you finish school?

Leo: No, I really like the clinic, and want to stay there. Plus we have some big plans for the place, like we set up a little cafe type area in the waiting room for clients who might have to wait for their appointments!

A sign saying Sponsored/Not Sponsored by The Caffeinated Turtle Coffee and Tea swings down before 'breaking off' and falling out of frame. Leo looks confused.

Leo: Who keeps doing that? Anyway next question!

River: Are you into any anime/manga? Any favorite from your childhood?

Leo: Kinda for both. We didn't get many channels that had Anime on them when we were little, and it was a while before we got the internet installed, so we may have watched Pokémon, maybe some random DBZ, but didn't watch alot of it because of fighting over what to watch.

Leo pauses to take a drink before continuing.

Leo: But I have been watching some interesting ones recently, like Cells at Work, My Hero Academia, and Black Clover. Though all of us have our own tastes, and I won't tell you what the others like, ask them yourself. Next!

River: Do you have any odd house rules? Not game rules BTW.

Leo: Well this needs some explaining. Okay, a few years again we moved to our current home after an accident destroyed our old one. When we got here we started some renovations, like putting a huge tub in one of the bathrooms that fits all of us in it with room to spare! It looks like an Onsen. Well that left us with one actual Shower, since the huge tub is more for soaking than cleaning.

Another pause to take a drink and catch his breath.

Leo: So we are kinda extra, and tend to have Shower Concerts that last a long time. So if someone else wanted to shower after they would have to wait. So since no one wanted to try making a shower schedule, we now have a waterproof speaker in that bathroom that we can all control. So we play a set number of songs, or a really long song, and have to end our showers when they finish, or else we add an annoying song to the list.

River: Chat would like to say that's very weird.

Leo: Yeah, but it's that or scream at each other to get out of the Shower. Next question!

River: Do you know any other languages?

Leo: Yup! I know quite a bit of Spanish, but I'm a bit out of practice, so I might mess up my words. And we're all working on our Japanese. Dad didn't really teach us, because he didn't think he'd want to go back after leaving his family.

River: On that note, Do you have any family in Japan?

Leo: Maybe? We haven't really tried reaching or searching, because the last time Dad talked to anyone from his family was like, (he's trying to figure the right number) in like the 80's, 90's, and he doesn't really remember if he had any cousins, aunts, uncles, and the like. We might make some attempts in the future, but it's got to be an agreed upon decision. Next question please!

The stream went on for a while longer with chat getting very excited about this new information, and some trying to connect information, but some just get knocked out for obviously trying to dig for more personal information.

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divine-donna · 1 year

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prince charming

of course i have to include jacaerys. it took a while for me to warm up to him. but the longer i thought about him the more i started giggling and kicking my feet. so enjoy!

please keep in mind this is my own interpretation. these headcanons are just that. headcanons. if you don’t like them, just don’t read them and ignore this post.

one of prince jacaerys’s favorite pasttimes is to just sit in a bath. it’s a simple, mundane thing. but he feels at peace when he is alone in the tub with nothing but the sound of his own breath. the outside world cannot bother him.

there are few people that are better at cutting fruit than aemond. one of them is his mother, alicent. and the other is jacaerys. as an older brother, he took it upon himself to take care of his younger brothers. some of those duties included cutting up fruit for them.

he doesn’t need to look at his hands while cutting said fruit. he’s done it so many times. and on top of that, he spends a lot of time making pretty carvings. he’s carved a fruit into a dragon once (don’t ask him how long it took).

jace is one of the few people you know that really enjoys figs. but since they’re imported, he gets them rarely. which is why he cherishes them so much.

on the other hand, his favorite dessert has to be lemon cakes. the sweetness, the tartness, the cake that is not too moist nor too dry. it’s the perfect dessert to have after a meal.

if it weren’t for war, he would be a knight. a knight of the seven kingdoms and of the faith of the seven, much like his biological father. and he would most definitely be very popular.

much to the surprise of alicent and aemond, jace is actually close to helaena (outside of baela, rhaena, and his own brothers). the two of them get along quite nicely. jace has always been a man who respects the princess.

jace is not a fan of tourneys. he does not really care for them, like his uncle. but the bloodshed is something he doesn’t find entertaining. he prefers to cozy up inside his room with a good book or peel some fruit by a windowsill.

he is insecure in his looks. you were surprised to learn this. after all, prince jacaerys is quite handsome and he is a prince after all. but you learned that he was mostly insecure in his dark hair and dark eyes, both traits not associated with the targaryen dynasty (even though genetics can literally be weird and random).

his eyes especially are a soft spot. it was quite common for his uncles to comment on just how “dirty” his eyes looked. you, on the other hand, don’t believe that. regardless of his eye color, they were pretty and adorned with his long lashes.

jace need to go to a separate room, away other people, when he gets irritated. it is rare for him to lose his temper in front of people, especially since he’s quite patient. he needs alone time to cool off.

this, however, tends to lead to the prince bottling up his emotions. he holds a lot of resentment from years ago for aemond’s comments about his bastardy, even though he knows it’s the truth. it does mean he can hold a mean grudge however.

jace gives love through acts of service. he enjoys pampering his loved ones but especially you. you need a massage? he’s got you. you need a bath? he will prepare one for you. you want lemon cakes or fruit? he will get it for you. he especially likes to feed you fruit.

he receives love through quality time. the man enjoys just spending time with you and for you to go out of your busy schedule to spend time with him means a lot. it also means that you don’t care about his reputation. there are a lot of whispers about him. but to be with him is an indicator that you like him for who he truly is rather than his title.

surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), he has a secure attachment style. he is confident in the relationship between the two of you and trusts you to make good decisions. if you need anything from him, he will do as asked. you can always rely on him.

jace has two kinds of kisses. the first is the sweet, quick peck. it doesn’t matter where, but it’s the kind that makes your heart flutter. you always want to go back in for more.

the second is a longer, passionate kiss. you didn’t know jace could feel this hungry for you since he usually keeps his cool and is sweet and gentle. but that ferociousness when he gives you that heated, passionate kiss is so very attractive. you always melt whenever he gives those to you.

jace just...loves you. there is not a single thing he doesn’t love about you. he loves your body, your skin, your hands, your face, your personality. and he is so serious about loving you, treating you with gentleness. he can never answer when someone asks him what’s his favorite thing about you.

what about jace do you love so much? if you were to boil it down, you would list three things: his face, his hands, and his sweet nature. you love his face because how can you not? his face is so pretty, handsome, just attractive. he’s got lips that curve so nicely like his mother. and his eyes have beautiful long eyelashes.

his hands are...well, they’re very nice. you won’t go into more detail. aside from loving how long his fingers are and how soft his hands are. you’re honestly surprised he has managed to keep them that soft.

of course, you love his sweet nature. you haven’t met a man who treats you as well as prince jacaerys. he makes you feel secure and loved, even during your most difficult times.

“if i could marry the prince jacaerys, i would. how do i describe him? he’s sweet, kind, gentle. he’s an attentive lover. the gods have truly blessed me with a person as patient and kind as him.”

#house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd headcanons #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #x reader

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void-ink-studios · 5 months

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Unexpected Guests on an Impromptu Vacation

It's time for some Fionna and Cake!

It's my first time writing these characters, so be gentle with me comments!

What's up next? No idea. But I'll cross that bridge tomorrow. Enjoy y'all!

Word Count: 2,400

Fionna felt like today was a good one. She had the energy to actually attempt to clean her apartment, even do some laundry! Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd get to the dishes. Ah, what a dream.

Cake was chilling on the couch, napping in a sunbeam, living her best cat life.

Things had definitely been picking up, for the both of them. For everyone! Even Simon was keeping in touch!

But, she did wonder a bit what happened to Prismo.

He seemed just so... tired. She had definitely been there, was probably still there when they met. She couldn't imagine being a state like that in a place like the Time Room. As cool as that whole thing was, she couldn't think of herself... living there. As a shadow. Forever.

She hoped he was okay... Last she saw was him getting shattered against a wall by that creep, Scarab.

She sometimes wondered what happened to him as well. He was a creep, he tried to tear down her world in a temper tantrum, tried to kill her and Cake and Simon multiple times, spoke to them with that sickly smug attitude, but... Something was off. Kind of reminded her of Marshall when the two first met.

He was something desperate. Desperate for approval, and decided to make it everyone else's problem.

Fionna didn't know how junk like that was handled by gods, but boy would she have liked to been a fly on that wall.

As she dumped another stack of take-out boxes into a garbage bag, her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Cake groaned, lifting her head up to stare at the door like it offended her.

"You invite anybody over" she whined.

"Uhhh... No? And Marshall doesn't knock. You didn't order more take out, right?"

"Not ever since you changed your phone password."

"You know that was for your own good." Fionna shook her head. "Okay, so, then, who's at the door?"

"Open it and find out, girl. See if it's one of those girl scouts! I wanna try their cookies."

There was another knock on the door. More persistent than before.

"Fine, fine, hold on."

She ran a hand through her hair as she let the door swing open, leaning on the doorknob.

"How can I hel-AAAAAH!"

"Afternoon, Crossovers."

He definitely looked different, not even looking like his human disguise in that weird Post-Apocalypse Farm World. But there was no questioning that red hair, those large eyes, that voice. Standing in her doorway, casually leaning on a cane, just as stoic as ever was Scarab.

"IT'S SCARAB-" Fionna took a few steps back, reaching for anything she could use as a weapon, hand eventually settling on a broom. Cake sprung to her side, hissing ferociously, hand morphed to be much bigger, claws to match.

"What, you here for a rematch, creep?! We beat the stuffing out of you the first time, don't think we won't do it again! Boy, I will punt you to the moon if you don't-"

"Woah, woah, hey, no punting needed" a new voice chimed in. A dark brown hand tapped at Scarab's waist, to which the Auditor stepped slightly to the side.

An old man peered into the doorway. He radiated the energy of a burn out uncle, the fun one you hang out with at family reunions who might smell vaguely of weed. He had long, curly gray hair tied into a loose pony tail, and a beard to match. He was dressed somewhere between sleepwear and beach bum.

"Scrabs, we talked about calling them Crossovers."

Wait a second. That voice... Those eyes...

"PRISMO!" the two girls cheered together.

"Man, I thought you died or something" Cake blurted out.

Prismo laughed with his whole chest. "Nah, it'd take more than a wall to bring me down. I just got boxed is all. Although someone did leave me at the bottom of my hot tub the whole time."

Scarab rolled his eyes, but some color bloomed on his cheeks. Was he... embarrassed...?

"I thought I had already apologized for that."

"You did, I was just teasing. But, anyway, yeah, not dead! Quite the opposite actually." He hit Fionna with a smile that made her want to have smores and sit by the fire with him.

"Wait, why are you so... tiny? You were massive back in the Time Room!"

"Yeah, well, you saw my actual body when you were escaping. I'm just a little old man. Somehow getting hairier and balder at the same time. Someone explain that why don't ya."

"As much as I'm sure this is fascinating for you, may we please come in and sit down a moment...? This body is not quite agreeing with me."

Cake leveled Scarab with a harsh glare.

"And why should we let you in? Prismo, is he after you again?" She stretched her face very close to the Wishmaster. "Blink twice if you're a hostage" she whisper-shouted.

Prismo raised a hand to give her forehead a small scratch as he laughed a little. "Guys, calm down, he's with me. I'm not a hostage, he's not after me, no one is."

Fionna saw Prismo give Scarab's upper arm a squeeze as he directed a very pointed "Ahem" at the Auditor.

Scarab had the decency to look... meek almost as he tucked his head a bit closer to his shoulders.

"I am... I am sorry for my actions against you, Fionna and Cake... I apologize for my pursuit of you, and my rampage in your world. It was... it was destructive and cruel, and you did not deserve it..."

Prismo grinned, giving Scarab a small pat on the shoulder.

Fionna blinked dumbly, looking at Cake for a second. The cat seemed equally confused and shrugged.

"Uhh... Thanks I guess....? Uh... Prismo, can we talk for a second...?"

"Yeah man, sure. Wait here Scrabs, I'll be back."

Scarab nodded, leaning a bit more on the cane.

"Cake, watch him."

"Oh, I wasn't about to leave. You talk, girl."

Fionna took Prismo by the shoulder, guiding him inside. She cringed at the still remaining mess, wishing she had a bit more time to tidy up. Not every day the creator of your universe drops by to say howdy. But, the Wishmaster didn't seem to mind. Quite the opposite, actually, looking at every little thing with a degree of wonder.

"Prismo?"

"Yeah? What'd you need to talk about?"

"...Pris, why did you bring him here? Didn't he, like, wanna kill you or something?"

"No, no, it wasn't like that... He was... in a difficult position at work. Got into some major trouble over what happened here, but I stuck up for him. He got put under my management, and he's been... chilling out. A lot."

"Dude, he tried to erase my universe. He chased me, Cake, and Simon across the multiverse. What kind of 'difficult position' makes that okay?"

"It wasn't okay. He knows that. His apology was a genuine one. But, it was his job, assigned to him by the Boss, to remove what he perceived as a threat to the multiverse. It wasn't okay that he tried to destroy it after it was canonized, and he's atoning for that. But it was his job as an Auditor to track you down."

Fionna didn't look very convinced. Prismo ran fingers through his hair as he thought.

"Look... You guys have, like, the IRS, right? They take your money. No one likes that they take your money, but it wasn't the agent's personal choice to take your money. They might get some glee if they took money from someone they don't like, but it's not the agent's choice to take money."

Fionna frowned, thinking of her own taxes.

"Scarab is that IRS agent. But on a cosmic scale. It wasn't his choice to come after me, it was his job that he was assigned to. He had grudges, so it was more personal than normal, but it was still his job. If he ignored it, he'd be in trouble. Like, major trouble. Getting fired isn't really an option for entities like us. Trust me, his manager was a real piece of work. It was either you or him. But he's sorry he took it as far as he did. He really is. Can you just... give it a chance...? Please?"

Prismo's eyes were big. Puppy like. Ugh...

"...I mean..." she sighed. "...Okay. Fine. Cake, let him in."

She looked at her cat, who was giving her a scrutinizing look. The two had a wordless conversation before she nodded, stepping aside.

She watched in mild fascination and confusion and Scarab... teetered in. That's how she could describe him moving. Teetering. He made a beeline for the couch, sitting down and holding his head. Prismo came to his side, putting steady hands on his shoulder, whispering something.

"What's going on, girl" Cake whispered as they watched the two gods on her couch.

"I dunno. Prismo's vouching for him. Something about a shitty manager, but like, for gods?"

"For real? Man, you'd think they'd be above junk like that."

"Guess not. Could you imagine Queenie or Butterscotch with god powers?" Fionna shuddered even thinking about it. Slowly, she made her way to settle on the bed nearby.

"Right, sorry, we just kind popped up" Prismo said sheepishly. "I... I got permission from one of the Higher Ups to have a corporeal body for a bit."

"Approximately 120 Time Waves" Scarab murmured, sounding a little dazed.

There was a pause of confusion.

"It's about five days, I think" Prismo corrected. "We both got bodies for five days, and I wanted to... well I wanted to see the universe I made. I only ever get to watch junk from a screen, so I wanted to live like... well, like you guys! It's been like, hundreds of thousands of years since I've had to live like a human. I thought it'd be a fun vacation or something."

Fionna snorted. "Bro, you have a sad idea of a vacation if you think my life is a break from god junk."

Prismo laughed with them. "Look, normalcy is a treat compared to the lives we live. When you see everything, it's a break to not know what's happening."

Scarab nodded in agreement.

"...Hey, is he okay" Cake interjected.

Prismo looked at Scarab, gently wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"He'll be okay. His corporeal body's got some... issues. Putting it in a human shape is making him a little woozy sometimes. He'll recover, give him some time."

"Yes, I'll be... okay. It has been a while since I had a physical form and felt like this." Scarab seemed to be becoming a bit more lucid.

As Fionna looked at him, she did start noticing a few extra details. The cane he had rested across his legs was more... practical that the crystal one he was carrying around on the manhunt. He was dressed much more casually than she remembered. Still formal, but more in a "smart business casual" way, with red accents.

Fiona remembered, in the doorway, how he was leaning on the cane so heavily...

"Waaaait a second. You were chasing us halfway across the multiverse and your cane was... You, like, needed it? It wasn't just for show?"

Scarab made a... cricket sound? His cheeks flushed a little, looking away. "...Yes, I needed the cane. What, are you going to laugh?"

"No no, wasn't laughing dude! It's just... you were doing all these crazy back flips and combat poses and shit! If it wasn't so terrifying, I'd say it was flipping awesome!"

Scarab blinked, kinda like an owl, like he wasn't used to being complimented. Prismo gave him a grin, nudging him with an elbow.

"I-I... Thank you... If it means anything, you three were one of my... better chases."

"Uh... Thanks, I think? It's just... wild you're sitting here. And you're so..."

"Non psychotic?"

"Cake!"

"What, it's true."

Fionna blundered her way to an apology before Scarab held up a hand.

"No, she's right... I was not acting in a way that was... anywhere close to acceptable. But... Well, my time with Prismo has allowed me to... find something about myself. Something I had... forgotten, having been in my line of work for so long. It was a breaking point, and I'm sorry that it was your world that got caught in the crossfire."

"Hey man, I've... I've been there. I dropped my pants in front of a boss once. I'm glad Prismo's been... good for you?"

She pointedly ignored the look Cake was shooting her. A look that said "We're talking about this later."

"I... I can't say I expected you to relate but... Thank you. I hope you've found a healthy place as well." Scarab rubbed the back of his head, chittering awkwardly.

"Soooo.... Five days, huh? You guys have like, a place to crash or...?"

Scarab made an exacerbated sigh. "Don't get Prismo started on that Glob forsaken rust bucket he's conjured."

"I got us an RV!"

Fionna nearly choked on her soda at the truly defeated look Scarab was wearing.

"Prismo, that vehicle is terrible, and it smells like pickle brine."

"It's great, you're just cranky, Lovebug."

"Lovebug" Cake whispered, which Fionna shushed.

"We're gonna be camping out outside of town in the RV. So, if you wanna like, come hang out for a cookout or whatever, you're welcome to!"

Fionna smiled at the kind of infectious enthusiasm from Prismo. It was kinda childlike, but in an endearing way.

"Well, if you're looking for stuff to do, we'd be happy to give the grand tour. It's a nice place, when you're not trying to erase it from reality."

Scarab had the decency to avert his gaze but gave an amused smile. "That sounds like an acceptable plan. I'd personally like to know where there's a good place to eat, if for no reason than to veto Prismo's pickle for dinner idea."

"I was winning you over, you gotta admit."

"I will do no such thing, Prismo, it was a terrible idea."

"Aw man... Well, let's get out of here then! C'mon! Lets see the sights!"

"Let's go then, honey" Cake encouraged. "Maybe we could go thrifting and get him into something without buttons" she added as she pointed at Scarab.

Prismo squealed in excitement as he shot up, bounded out of the apartment, nearly dragging Scarab along behind him with a less than dignified yelp, barely enough time to get his cane back under him.

Fionna looked at Cake. Then back at the open door.

"Sooo... They're, like, bon-"

"Oh, they're fucking."

#prohibitedwish #scarab x prismo #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #fionna and cake #fionna campbell #fionna the human #cake the cat #prohibitedwish fanfic #wrath of the wishmaster

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ninapi · 1 year

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New to this (Osamu version)

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Premise: Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word Count: 4389

Warning: Slightly suggestive, mentions of an active unprotected sex life, pet names.

Chapter 4: Family Pt.2

Saying things were moving fast wasn’t probably an accurate statement, you’ve been pinning over each other for a lifetime, but anyone seeing it from the outside would say it was fast indeed.

Family life came out so naturally, it had a rhythm of its own. The three of you spending a night together was all it took to have your son fall completely in love with the concept of having a dad and his uncle stopped being just that.

Seiji wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel the way he did. But he didn’t even know bath time could be so much fun, he’s seriously been missing out in a lot of things, ¨Uncle, I….¨ he’s been acting weird all day, even left half of his food untouched and that had you both worried. ¨Is there something wrong? You didn’t even eat your pudding tonight. ¨ Osamu pulls the child closer, discarding the toys separating them, ¨It’s just that, well you know I don’t have a daddy, never had one,¨ the child is now tucking himself under Samu’s armpit, playing with his own fingers and looking down, ¨Is it weird that I want you to be it? I know you are my uncle, not my real dad, but I’ve seen what dads do with their kids in school and it looks like what we do together.¨ grabbing a rubber duckie, Samu pokes his little cheek with its beak, ¨It’s not weird at all. I also see you as my own son, so we are on the same boat here.¨ the toddler immediately looks up at him, his eyes sparkling, ¨Can you be my real daddy then? I want to live here with you for real not just some days.¨ he’s been meaning to ask you to just move in together, you were basically there every day, having an apartment just to sleep in sometimes is rather silly, but he knew the implications of asking that of you. He’s been sneaking in a few kisses here and there but you haven’t really talked about where you guys stand in terms of a relationship if you were even in one. ¨I’ll talk to your mom, kay? But as far as I’m concerned, I’m already your real dad.¨ Seiji was overly excited, his naked self clinging onto his neck, ¨Daddy, can we still eat that pudding later?¨ Samu chuckles getting out of the tub with the child in his arms, ¨Course, we can.¨ and after having a man to man conversation during bath time he officially became your son’s father.

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You were currently laying down a futon in Osamu’s office for you to sleep there tonight, he wanted to just turn it into a room but you were hesitant for some reason. You didn’t want to think of Atsumu when you are thoroughly enjoying domestic life with Samu and your son but you can’t avoid thinking of what’s going to happen once he finds out you are there with his brother. You don’t want your son to be too comfortable or to lose your apartment and then having to run away once more.

Samu sneaks in behind you, grabbing you by your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder, ¨You ain’t sleeping here tonight. Gotta talk to you about something.¨ you nodded at this, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

¨Daddy! I can’t reach the pudding is on the top shelf!¨ yells your son from the kitchen, making your eyeballs almost bulge out of their socket. He called him WHAT-, you could feel you were starting to sweat in places you normally wouldn’t but before you could succumb to panic Osamu lets go of you and heads over to aid the child like if nothing had just happened.

You stayed there in the room staring at an empty corner, trying to process what you just heard and think of a way to mend it. What if that freaks him out? Any sane person would freak out at that, what is your son thinking!! But once you were brave enough to face him, he was cuddling your son on the sofa, both eating out of a small pudding cup while watching animal planet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Was he ok with this? Is this what he wants to talk about tonight? You were sweating so much that you decided to take a cold shower and just leave it for later.

Once you got out of the bathroom you headed over to the office room to see your son was already tucked in and was just waiting for your kiss to sleep like the good boy he was. ¨Good night, mama. Daddy said you were going to sleep with him tonight.¨ he kisses your cheek, unable to contain his happiness, according to his daddy the first step to get the both of you fully settled with him would be you agreeing to sleep in his room without him in it, so he was doing his best to be brave and sleep by himself, ¨You ok with that, my love?¨ this is the first time you wouldn’t be by his side all night, it worries you. ¨I’m a big boy now! Daddy said I can have my own bed next week.¨ he nods, turning onto his side to hug his whale plushie. You had so many questions but decided not to bother your son with that, ¨That’s lovely, baby. See you in the morning, ok? You can always call me if it gets scary at night, I'll be here right away.¨ the child waves at you before closing his eyes and you head over to Samu’s room. He was waiting for you, already in bed, shirtless, making you stop by the door glaring at him while crossing your arms over your chest. ¨What?¨ he blinks at you, patting the empty side of his bed for you to come. ¨Ready much?¨ eyeing his smug expression you crawl over to your side of the bed, leaving some space between the two of you as to not get distracted by the muscle display.

¨Can you tell me what’s going on?¨ you really needed some answers. You weren’t upset just confused. ¨We had a chat during bath time. He asked me to be his real dad and I said yes.¨ he shrugs as if he was just checking the weather app. ¨Oh? Not like I have a problem with that, but shouldn’t I be part of that conversation? Last time I checked he came out of me, that comes with some rights, don’t you think?¨ you smacked his arm playfully, faking an annoyed huff. ¨You mean I should have asked you to marry me before agreeing to his terms? Cuz things can be arranged.¨ he pokes your knee, avoiding your eyes. ¨Aren’t we skipping a few steps here?¨ you giggle at his shyness, a stark contrast to how sexy he looked half naked in bed, his hair still a bit wet. ¨Oh heck no, I’ve waited too long to go to a holding hands face, (Y/N). We are both adults here and have known each other all our life, pretty sure we can skip a few of those. Don´t chicken out on me now.¨ he pulls you over to him, quickly caging you against the pillows, ¨Or do you not want me as much as I want you?¨ you could see the years of longing in his eyes. Each time he stole a kiss from you, every soft touch that lingered on for too long, you could almost feel how desperate he was. Of course you wanted him just as much, but you were scared, scared of finally having the future you always wanted, scared of having to deal with Atsumu.

¨Stop thinking about him (Y/N) please.¨ he rested his forehead on yours, heaving a deep sigh, he was trying his best this time and he feared it wasn’t coming across as intended. ¨I want this too, Samu. Always did and you know it better than anyone. But what are we going to do? He is your brother’s son. It’s much more complex than if he was just someone else’s kid.¨ you brought both of your hands to his face, gently caressing his jaw, your eyes were starting to fill up and he hated that, he won’t let him get in the way again, not this time. ¨I know, but at least for Seiji it isn’t as bad, we have the same face and he should have my last name, anyways. I know it won’t be fun dealing with Atsumu but I’m sick of losing you to him. I’ve loved you my entire life and I love this kid so much, I can’t go back to just being your best friend (Y/N).¨ you know he is right, best friends don’t kiss each other, not like that at least and definitely didn’t share a life like you two do now. ¨Ok…¨ your voice nothing but a whisper, ¨Ok what? Use your words, love.¨ he nudges your nose with his making you look into his eyes, ¨I love you too. I want to be with you. I want you to be the father of my son. If you’d have us of course.¨ you were going into shy mode again, hearing your own words, but he won’t let you, snatching your lips before you could say anything else, your hands were in his hair in a matter of seconds, his tongue invading your mouth almost immediately. You’ve never been kissed like this, it was so intense, you could feel years of bottled up feelings in each of his kisses. Shortly after, any remaining clothing items were being thrown around without a care in the world and even if you tried to tone it down for your son, he turned you into a moaning mess, like the true starved man he was. Years of fantasies turning into reality right before his eyes.

That was just the first of many to come, your son leaving so early for school every day just being a good excuse for lazy morning sex. There was no surface in the entire property that hadn’t been a victim of your repressed passion in the last few weeks.

He was unstoppable, relentless.

While Atsumu was fierce as well, the difference was quite noticeable. Atsumu was softer, long hours of love making, very vocal, mostly prompted by heavy cuddling and making out on the sofa. Samu was rough, intense, demanding, he gagged at the mention of condoms, he wanted to feel you squeeze him dry, he wanted you full to the brim with his essence. Two complete opposites.

You moved in together officially a couple of days after the initial conversation. As he promised, Seiji got a big boy bed and was fully installed now, his old office turning into a toddlers room, a shark patterned wallpaper now decorating its previously dull walls, toys and books scattered all over the floor.

Nothing much has changed for your son, he is thrilled at the fact that he fully lives with his daddy now and has his own room. But he tells everyone his name is Miya Seiji, proudly. Always handing out shop flyers to the school staff and inviting his friends to come over to his shop for the best onigiri they will ever have.

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Atsumu was currently at his parents house, he had to take the bullet train back to Tokyo that afternoon but wanted to be fed by his mother once more before leaving.

¨Take this box to your brother. I bought way too many fruits this week.¨ he nods to her, peeking inside the heavy looking box.

¨How come you never send me food packages?¨ he whines, clinging to his mother’s arm. ¨Atsumu, you come here so often, why would I send you food? I should start charging you at this point.¨ she shakes her son off of her, adding a couple of extra peaches into the box. ¨But Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, it´s so heavyyyyyy!¨ he was still sore from morning practice, not wanting anything to do with his mother’s request.

¨You will take this box to your brother today and I won't hear anything more about this. You make sure to Facetime me once you are there so I can see it.¨ she drops the box on his hands and pushes him out of the house, ¨Have a safe trip, son.¨ she kisses him goodbye and closes the door on his face before he can whine any further. Couldn’t she send the box through the mail? He grumbles all the way to the station, sending a text to his brother, letting him know he will be stopping by the shop this afternoon.

His brother however, was currently very busy all over his ex-girlfriend to notice said message.

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Tomorrow was finally the day to see your son up in the stage, shining in all his onigiri glory, so you would be closing the shop for the day. Samu wanted to take him out for dinner afterwards to celebrate.

It was a slow day, only a couple of salarymen stopping by and requesting their meals to go. Which meant your boyfriend had dragged you onto the kitchen for some snogging. His lips were currently latching onto your neck, making you squirm against the prep table when the little bell on the door rang, bringing you back to reality, Samu not really caring about the waiting customer.

What he didn’t know was that said customer was no other than his twin, annoyed at the lack of attention he was currently being given. Didn’t he hire a pretty girl for the counter? That’s what Hinata said the other day when he stopped by the shop. He was actually looking forward to being ogled over today. ¨Samuuuuuu, are you in the back? Come help me, your mother sent you a very heavy box full of food.¨ he whined loudly, making you gasp in realization, you could recognize that voice anywhere. You smacked your man lightly for him to stop his ministrations. ¨Oh god, Samu! Should I go hide somewhere in the back?¨ you whisper-yelled at him, in full panic mode.

Atsumu was growing more annoyed each second that went by in the absence of his other half. He pulled out his phone, video calling his mother, ¨Ma, I’m here look, but your other son isn’t. Can I go now? I’ll leave the box on the counter.¨ his whinny tone angering his mother. He felt something on his leg, so he looked down before his mother would start yelling, ¨Excuse me sir, are you my uncle’s twin brother?¨ the confusing question making him tilt his head to the side, the phone changing angle as well at this, leaving Seiji fully in display for his grandmother to see, that’s when you came out of the kitchen, grabbing Samu’s hat to cover your face a bit and scooped your son into your arms, running out of the shop within seconds, moving like a true ninja. This didn’t stop their mother to see you clearly though. ¨Miya Atsumu. What are you not telling me? How can you not tell your loving mother that she was finally a grandma? Don’t you know how much I’ve wanted to be one all my life? How can you be so CRUEL!!¨ he was so confused, ¨What do you mean? You are no grandma. I’ve never seen this kid in my life.¨ his tone of voice raising at the accusation, ¨You’re so dumb, sometimes I wonder who do you even take after. That was (Y/N), Atsumu. So that was your son, you know, his uncle's twin? Meaning that’s your child. MY GRANDSON! Go after her right now, if you want to still be considered my son.¨

Osamu ran out of the kitchen, stopping Atsumu from following his mother’s orders. ¨You ain’t going anywhere.¨ he could hear his mother groan, she can see the bigger picture, unlike her eldest son. ¨So she’s with you now? When were you planning on telling me I have a grandson? I can understand you not wanting the competition biting you on the butt again but I’m your mother, I have the right to be in my grandson’s life even if his dad doesn’t.¨ she was moving around the house now, in a hurry, while Atsumu was speechless, staring at the spot the child was at just a few minutes ago. ¨I’m hoping on the next train. Osamu, go after (Y/N). I want to talk with all of you as soon as I get there, she’s like my own daughter, how can she think I wouldn’t recognize her just by wearing a hat? Ridiculous.¨ truth is Atsumu didn’t recognize you, neither did he take a good look at the kid. You’ve been in his life forever, how could he not notice. Does this mean you were in fact pregnant with his child all those years ago?

¨No.¨ it’s all Osamu could say, he needed to be cautions or things would escalate quickly, he knows his family all too well. ¨Excuse me?¨ mama Miya was losing the last drop of patience in her body, her sons would be the death of her. ¨They live with me, I won’t let the child hear all this. Come tomorrow when he is in school. We have time during his morning period. Make sure to come to the shop around 8AM. Tsumu, take Ma to your place.¨ he nodded to his brother’s commands, not ready to face this whole situation just yet. ¨That’s fine. I don’t want my grandson to hate me. I’ll see you there tomorrow then.¨ she was about to hung up when her son spoke once more, ¨He has an important day tomorrow, I’m sure he would be happy to have all his family there for him. He is a great kid, bring him a gift or something.¨ her son never talks this much, is making her feel things. ¨Got it.¨ he nods and snatch the phone from his brothers hand, ending the call. He pushed Atsumu out of the shop and closed it, quickly running over to the park, he knew you’d be there.

Seiji was playing in the sand box completely unfazed by the situation, but you were crumbling on a bench. He sits by your side making you flinch at the sudden movement, ¨c’mere babe.¨ he wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head, ¨Everything will be just fine. Ma is coming tomorrow.¨ you nodded quietly, knowing this day would come eventually. You’ve been trying to prepare yourself but were dreading having that conversation with Atsumu, it could even turn out to be worse now that your mother in law was going to be in it as well. ¨I won’t let him get in the way. I promise.¨ he kept on reassuring you, tipping your face up to meet his eyes, ¨I don’t know how to face them, Samu. How will we explain what we have right now? It was enough as it was for him to see he actually has a kid. How are we going to-¨ you hiccup in between words, sobbing onto your boyfriends chest. ¨I’ll handle this (Y/N), all you have to do is stay by my side. Everything will be ok, they will understand this, Tsumu might not like it, but he had his chance and wasted it. I didn't get in his way, its only fair he doesn't do it either this time.¨ he brushed your tears away, kissing your lips gently. ¨Lets go back home. Seiji is probably hungry.¨ you nodded, letting him drag you back to the shop with your son in his arms.

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¨Don't forget you have to be in the school gym at noon. And don’t forget to bring the headbands!¨ your son yells out at his parents from the school bus window, both of you nodding in response and waving back at him.

Today was finally the day he’s been looking forward for so long.

You headed back inside the shop as soon as the school bus was no longer visible, you were so nervous, didn’t even touch your breakfast.

Mama Miya sent Osamu a text saying they were on the way so the both of you just stayed downstairs, Samu holding you tight, whispering sweet nothings next to your ear, his thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips as you waited for the rest.

The doorbell ringing a few minutes after. You could hear a sharp gasp almost immediately, making you press yourself deeper onto him, wanting earth to swallow you whole.

¨So that’s what you meant when you said they live here, huh? You shameless brat.¨ grumbles Atsumu, plopping onto a stray chair, staying as far away from you as possible. He’s been aware of his brother’s feelings toward his girl since forever, but somehow he thought it was over. Seeing this with his own eyes was utterly painful and he just didn’t know what to say or do.

¨(Y/N), my child. Come give me a hug.¨ the older woman headed straight to your shielding form, speaking as softly as she could, she clearly sees what’s going on and doesn’t want to aggravate the situation. You honestly missed her lots, she’s been more your mother than your birth one. She was there for you while growing up as a woman, even there for you on your first period. She was the one who taught you how to handle it, which pads to buy, she patiently answered all the awkward questions you couldn't ask your own mother about. Always showered you with love and treated you like you were her own daughter.

You let Samu go and returned her hug, a loud sob leaving your lips at her warmth. ¨It´s ok, baby girl, mama is here. You can cry all you need.¨ she rubbed your back affectionately until you calmed down, Osamu guarding your back and keeping an eye on his brother just in case. ¨Thank you for giving me such a lovely grandson, darling. He looked so healthy, I could see how well you’ve been taking care of him just by looking at his round adorable little cheeks.¨ she smiled up at you, holding both of your hands with pride, and you returned her smile in between sniffles.

Atsumu just had to say something, this situation was driving him insane, ¨So it was true. It was my baby.¨ you looked at him, nodding quietly, ¨Of course it was yours. I told you, but you wouldn't listen to anything I said. I also tried to find you again when he was born so you could see it for yourself since he looks exactly like you, but your phone number wasn’t good anymore.¨ your voice was raw, tired of crying so much, his heart being ripped out of his chest as you spoke.

¨Why did you not tell me she was pregnant, Atsumu? You never told us anything, wait until your father hears about this. Is this why Osamu broke your nose and dind't visit us in years?¨ Osamu nods, not giving Atsumu time to reply. ¨You had to raise him on your own, you are so strong, I’m so proud of you, darling.¨ her loving words were making you feel so relieved, you thought this would be very awkward and troublesome but it was actually quite comforting.

You were back in Osamu’s arms in no time, he wasn´t letting his guard down for even a second, but you weren´t feeling very well, your head was spinning and he noticed this, the back of his hand reaching over to your forehead to check if you had a fever, ¨You don’t look so good, babe.¨ he looks into your eyes, worried. ¨It's probably the stress, I’m sure you couldn’t even sleep last night, my poor child. Give her some water, son.¨ she headed over to your side and helped you on to a chair.

¨Do you not have anything to say to her, Atsumu? You just found out you have a son and I don’t see you fully grasping what’s happening.¨ you could hear the disappointment in her voice, making Atsumu grimace. ¨Don’t know what you want me to say, Ma. I do feel sorry for leaving her with such a burden on her own, but I can’t go back in time even if I wanted to. Doesn’t seem like they need me right now so yeah, I doubt they even want me here.¨ he shrugs, checking his phone while he speaks, not even sparing you a glance. His heart was hurting and seeing you in his brothers arms was aggravating to say the least.

¨Got that right.¨ Samu hands you some chilled water, standing beside you, ¨We don’t need your help. Kid's got all he needs. Don’t even think about messing around with my family.¨ he shields you from the glare Atsumu is currently throwing at the both of you for the seemingly uncalled for aggression, ¨Your family? You mean MY family, the one you stole.¨ his phone now on the table, he was trying to be patient and well behaved but he just had to go on and say it. Osamu scoffed at the sudden outburst, ¨I stole nothing, you are the one who took her away from me. YOUR family? You're nothing but a sperm donor, Tsumu. You better stay quiet, I didn't say anything when you snatched her away from me, now please stay out of the way.¨ he crouches down to take a better look at you, all color was gone from your face and you looked like you were going to be sick. ¨Ma, I think (Y/N) needs to lay down. I´ll text you the address of his school so you can go watch the play with us.¨ she was about to agree with this, both of them were about to throw a punch at each other and that would do you no good. But you got up from your seat running to the shops restroom as fast as you could, everything you had in you now down the drain.

Osamu was quickly losing his cool and mama Miya followed after you, rubbing your back, while you were still hanging from the toilet bowl, too weak to get up on your own. ¨You ok, sweetheart? Doesn't seem like you ate much for breakfast.¨ you shook your head and she helped you getting up, she noticed you scrunching up your face in pain as you bumped your breasts against the door frame. The ordeal clicking in her head quick.

Once you were back on the chair, she pulls Osamu to the side, ¨Son, please don't think I’m judging you right now. But have you two… you know….?¨ she really didn’t know how to ask this, never thought she would have to, not with Osamu at least, ¨Have we what?¨ he blinked down at his mother, noticing how you were once again running towards the restroom, grunting in distress.

¨I think she might be pregnant, son.¨

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fuckyeahfraxus · 11 months

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FRAXUS WEEK is approaching, so it's time for you guys to send in your prompt suggestions again! Fraxus Week will be returning for yet another year and take place from July 14th till July 22nd as usual.

Prompt suggestions can be sent per chat, ask, submission or you can leave a comment with your suggestion(s) on this post. We'll be open for prompt suggestions until Friday night (June 9th, 23:59 pm CET). After the submission phase has been closed we will create a poll and you guys can leave votes for your favorite prompts for this year's Fraxus Week. The voting period will end on June 13th but of course we will make a separate post for it.

Thank you for your help and we hope that you too are excited!!

Prompts that have been used in previous years can be found under the cut, but if there's one that you love so much that you'd want it as prompt again then feel free to suggest it anyway!

Two bros chilling in a hot tub

Soulmates

Demon possessions/Dragon hoards or Demon in disguise x Angel undercover

Early mornings/Late nights or Sunrise/Sunset

Deadly/Savage

Fruity

AU rivals team up or Canon verse first Unison Raid

Master(s)

Lightning struck

First Meeting/Growing old together

He likes guys

Enemies to friends to lovers/Friends to lovers

Casual (e.g. clothes/conversation/etc.)

Drunk on kisses/alcohol/power/life/etc.

Losing control

Weird Habits

Proposal/Wedding/Engagement

Tarot/Legends and Mythology

BDE Couple (Big dick energy? Big dork energy? Big dumbass energy? You decide, these nerds can be anything)

Unstoppable/Freed the Dark and the Thunder God

Night in/Night out

Mischief

Spa/Vacation/Hot springs

Hope/Despair/Complicated/Easy

Sweet treats

Seasons

Next generation/Adoption/Two Dads are better than one/The guild kids’ cool embarrassing Uncles

Pride

First kiss or Mutual Pining

Power couple or Competing/Competitive

Makarov

Patching each other up/Taking care of each other

Modelling/Weekly Sorcerer/Interview

Mythical creatures/Zodiac/Gods/Four horsemen of the Apocalypse

Post war

Crossover

Sharing

Morning/Night routine

Reverse

Training/Sparring

Quirks/Habits

Gaming

Spoiling each other

Playful shenanigans

Motion sickness

Beach

Music

Comfort

Fantasia

Camping

Unison Raid

Blue Pegasus

Cooking & Baking

Thunderstorms

Clumsiness

Interfering friends

Flirting/Flirting gone wrong

Night

Confession

Anniversary

Dance into summer and/or Dancing in the rain

About damn time and/or Platonic flirting turns not so platonic

Library and/or History and Myth

Go to hell

Matchmaker(s)

The beauty and the beast/The beauty and the demon/The beauty and the dragon/etc.

Pretend relationship and/or Rumors

Dirty fight/Sweet love and/or Cruel/Tender

Reimagine a canon scene/Possible alterations and/or additions

#fraxus #fairy tail #freed justine #laxus dreyar #freed x laxus #ft100yq #admin post #fraxus week 2023 #fraxus week #fraxusweek

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asgardianangel · 1 year

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One missing piece (chapter seven - first kiss)

Warnings: Unwanted kissing and touching, Lalo being weird, bad language, distressed reader

Ignacio felt guilt creeping up on him as you sat there waiting in the hospital. Your friend Leah was in critical condition. Ignacio knew what exactly happened. She got too close for his husband’s liking. And that’s how she ended up falling down the stairs and hitting her head so hard.

Lalo took this opportunity to comfort you holding you to his chest as you sobbed quietly. A missing friend and a friend that’s now in the hospital. You had no one else to rely on.

Hours went by.

After the alarming news of Leah being in a coma Ignacio convinced you to go back with him and Lalo. So, you agreed the car ride was silent your mind couldn’t comprehend what happened.

“It’s okay querida we will take care of you don’t worry about anything” Lalo’s voice suddenly spoke. Marco rested his sleepy head on your shoulder.

Why was this happening? Ignacio linked his arm with yours as you walked into their home. There was still blood at the bottom of the stairs staining the tiled floor. You couldn’t bare to look “It’s okay it’s okay” Ignacio hushed Lalo walked up the steps carrying a sleeping, Marco. Ignacio led you to the downstairs bathroom his hand turned the faucet of the bath then the water poured as you sniffled in sorrow.

“Hey hey look at me” his hands grasped the sides of your face Ignacio wiped the tears from your glossy eyes. “The doctor said she’s receiving the best of care you never know she might wake up tomorrow” he said hopefully. But he didn’t hope for it at all she wasn’t good for you. She doesn’t deserve someone like you.

Ignacio smiled as you nodded in understanding. Oh, how much he hated seeing you cry like that.

When he left the bathroom, you tried to relax in the hot water, but it was impossible your mind would drift to Mark and Leah worrying for their wellbeing. You still didn’t know of Mark whereabouts. Then you realised Leah’s friend Sam was tracking his phone.

“I need to speak to him” you tell yourself standing up in the bath. Suddenly the door opened, and you quickly sat back down in the water. What the fuck?

Lalo walked in as you covered your body in bubbles and wrapped your arms around yourself. He smiled at you as you looked at him embarrassed and confused “I got you some towels” he said in a weird cheerful manner. He was acting so unaware of what he was doing and placed down the towels on the edge of the lavish sink.

Doesn't this man know of privacy?

Then he stepped closer to the tub staring at you “thank you” you shyly say wanting him to leave. His hand then touched the wetness of your hair “we just want to take care of you know? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be so sad” his voice softly tells you.

Does he realise what has just happened?

Lalo pressed his lips to your forehead (to what felt like a long time). You quietly gasped at the sudden act of affection then he walked to the door “Dulce niña (sweet girl)” he purred then left.

What was all that about?

When you retreated to your room away from that strange situation you focused your mind on important matters. You didn’t really know this Sam guy, but he was bond to be following Leah on something. You checked on each one of her socials, but no account came up.

You gave out a frustrated sigh and then tried to get in touch with your uncle Mike but there was still no answer. You felt stuck and the only people communicating with you was Lalo and Ignacio and they weren’t really helping.

Hopelessness was an intense emotion and the lack of sleep made your paranoia so much worse, so you went downstairs for a glass of water and a breath of fresh air.

Standing in the heavily lit garden and sipping some cool water you decided to make the call and report Mark missing as the twenty-four-hour mark surpassed and hope for something good to finally happen.

“Can’t sleep?” Lalo’s voice asked you turned around to see him leaning against the doorway. “Not really” you shake your head. “Me neither I never do” he chuckled. You smile weakly and look up at the night sky. Lalo walks over and stands next to you. “I have noticed some of my decanter missing” he chuckled again.

“Normally I don’t ignore broken rules but given what happened I let it slide” he tells you with a smirk.

“Sorry about that” you softly apologise. Lalo places his hand on your shoulder “It’s okay. How about you have a glass with me? You look like you need it querida” He smoothly suggests.

“I think I’ll pass thanks” you refuse kindly, but Lalo wasn’t having it “Just one and we can talk more it will make you feel better” He urges.

The more you refused the more Lalo became persistent. “One glass then” you agreed causing Lalo to give a cheerful smile “good girl” he told you.

He's heavy on the praising

You sat down in the longue room shifting awkwardly as you watched Lalo pour you a glass of wine. “There you go querida” he handed it to you.

Lalo undid the top button of his shirt staring at you as you pressed the glass against your lips. Why is he staring like that? You immediately noticed how close he was sitting next you. His thigh pressing onto yours “delicioso know?” Lalo raised his brow and you winced at the suddenly strong taste.

“Yeah, it is” you hummed. Lalo made small talk as you drank Lalo certainly had a way with words. But the atmosphere was still uneasy given you sitting (so close) with your married employer trying to drink away your nerves.

Then you heard Marco’s voice from upstairs “Papa!” you looked at Lalo and he sighed “Ignacio can see to him” he chuckled. “You are so motherly to him” Lalo mused. “I’m just doing my job he’s a good kid” you simply say.

“You know that’s what he needs a good mother” Lalo said softly. Curious you wanted to ask about his mother. “Does he have one?” you asked.

“Not really a year after me and Ignacio tied the knot, we found a surrogate and then Marco was born” Lalo explained, and you hummed in understanding.

“We want another baby” Lalo said gently tucking a loose hair behind your ear. You looked down at your glass blushing a little “Marco would love that.” you replied.

Lalo chuckled “Being a Salamanca and all he would protect his little hermano or hermana” he told you. You could imagine. Flinching you felt Lalo's hand suddenly press on your thigh “I always think about having a bebé the old-fashioned way” his words made you feel strange. Is he drunk?

You were about to stand up and say your goodnights but then Lalo faced you and lips pressed against yours with such force it took your breath away. His strong hands held your head in place, and you tasted the mixture of whiskey and the wine you were both drinking. So hard and bitter.

Lalo’s tongue was so desperate to explore your lips and you tried pushing him away. He finally released you from his snake like grasp with a groan and you stared at him in disbelief.

“What the fuck?” you managed to whisper in confusion you heard Leah’s joking teasing about how you were going to be stuck in a middle of an affair.

You needed to get away...NOW!

“Is everything okay?” Ignacio’s sleepy voice questioned he stood there shirtless rubbing his eyes. You had no idea how to respond.

“We just had our first kiss” Lalo stated, and you gasped in shock is he fucking serious?

Ignacio sighed and shaked his head “baby I told you it’s way too earlier to do that” he told his husband in disappointment.

What the fuck?!

Mike arrived at the regular meeting place his dull expression stayed the same but the concern for his niece was beginning to weigh in.

His employer sat in front of him (on time like always) “She’s been calling me nonstop” Mike stated. You had no idea what have thrown yourself into. “She’s just a distraction from what really matters she needs to be with them as long as possible. I don’t want any mistakes” the man told Mike.

“Nothing bad will come of your niece you have my word for that”

to be continued...

Note: I'm sorry this update took a really long time

@joshuagrayboy

#lacho x reader #one missing piece #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo x nacho #nacho varga x reader

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rocknrollsalad-moved · 1 year

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And I as held you, oh so close I knew no one could ever take your place

One summer night, we fell in love

I know I posted this once already but I’m really proud of this story (so proud I rushed out the other posting of it when I should have done this in the first place) anyway, be your own biggest fan!

Inspired by this post from unclewaynemunson / bowtieandflannel I wrote some super sappy fluffy stuff with everyone’s favorite boys. A heat wave doesn’t stop everyone from hanging out at the Munson trailer, Eddie and Steve are constantly crashing Scott and Wayne’s good time so it’s no wonder they think the men are taking a long time to get together. After a sad story and some feelings of missing out, the boys hatch a plan to give Scott and Wayne the school dance they never got.

established steddie ◈ bad high school memories ◈ found family cock blocking teenagers ◈ smoking and drinking ◈ 6520 words ◈ on ao3 here

A heat wave was on its way. Wayne talked endlessly about how he knew more than those hacks on the news with their ridges of low pressure and cooling off at night talk. Eddie never really thought of his uncle as a fighting man but he was fairly certain if Wayne ran into Skip Weatherly or whoever in a dark alley, only one of them would be walking out the other side.

However, they didn’t need the TV to tell them it was hot right now. Scott Clarke had come over for dinner, one Wayne almost canceled due to the heat and Eddie had to beg him not to. Not just because Steve was coming over for the same meal but because if Eddie didn’t meddle, Wayne would never spend time with Scott. It showed Eddie where his insecurities with Steve came from.

Plans for a casserole were replaced with simple hot dogs and chips. It was no time to turn the oven on in their tin box of a home and Eddie took it a step further and ran down to the other side of the park to borrow a grill and some charcoal. They’d have to go down and look at Ed’s grandson’s car to figure out the rattling sound but it was worth it.

Wayne fussed over the house and whined about not wanting to be seen by anyone this sweaty and tired. Eddie laughed and eased every worry that came out like a complaint. For not wanting this to be anything special, Wayne was doing an awful lot. When Steve showed up, Wayne was taking a shower. The boys stood on the porch and made fun of the situation, getting all their jokes out of the way before they could be heard.

It used to be weird, having a former teacher around. Eddie didn’t remember Scott as Mr. Clarke but he blacked out a lot of his junior high years. Steve did though and they were both aware that the man knew them as barely teenagers. He’d graded their papers and was aware they’d failed things.

Now that things were at this dating-but-not-really stage, he was just Scott. A man who still knew they failed tests and talked about what great opportunities those failures were to learn new things but he was also a man who kept a toothbrush in the bathroom and fought over the last piece of cake like he baked it.

He was a man who went out and bought a tub of potato salad because it made dinner feel more like a picnic. A sentiment seemingly shared by Steve who brought a few two liters of soda. Eddie had always been fluent in his uncle’s looks but he knew he was wearing the same one as they looked at each other to celebrate how lucky they were.

With every door and window opened in the house in hopes of finding that “cross breeze” from wind that wasn’t blowing and a box fan working overtime in the living room, the men sat around and kept things to a minimum. The air was cooling down as the sun set, Eddie made sure to announce that the weatherman had said it would because it riled his uncle up.

Hot dogs were plumping on the grill perfectly placed in Wayne’s line of sight on the front porch and Eddie remembered years of nights like this one. Thoughts that must have been broadcast because soon a story was shared of a five-year-old Eddie, visiting before Wayne had this place in Hawkins. And how desperately he wanted to help make dinner on the grill. The adults all thought it was best to stop young Eddie from getting near an open flame, however minimal it may have been, but there was no stopping him. Since Eddie couldn’t put burger patties on the grown-up's grill, he built his own out of sticks and leaves and a milk crate.

It would have been adorable except Eddie was observant and he’d grabbed the lighter fluid, dowsing his mulch in the remaining half of the bottle. It wasn’t until he came and took Wayne’s lighter that anyone caught on to his plan. Wayne cleared the porch in a single step and snatched the lighter Eddie was trying to get to work before he touched it to anything flammable.

Of all the stories Wayne had to share, that was a tame one. Eddie didn’t remember it but he liked the way it made his uncle laugh. It left a fond smile on his face and Eddie should have been embarrassed but he felt…loved. More so when Wayne continued to say that Eddie cried and cried so Wayne ended up packing him around for the rest of the night. They talked about fire safety and that no one was mad at him. Wayne eased it all with some of the slowest (but safe) marshmallow roasting at the end of the night.

Eddie was lucky long before Steve came along. He wasn’t sure he deserved Wayne but Eddie was going to do everything he could to thank him for stuff like that. Too scared to ask where his parents were in the present company but knowing one of them surely should have carried Eddie around and not Wayne.

Scott shared a couple of Boy Scouts' camping stories and left Eddie and Steve fighting giggles. There was no amount of being Just Scott to make knowing their teacher used to be a boy scout not a hilarious mental image. It was hard to imagine any of their former teachers as children, let alone in that little Boy Scouts uniform.

It set the night off on a path of reminiscing. After a couple of camping stories, Steve talked about his trips into the woods which all involved girls and making out. Something the rest of the room didn’t quite relate to. But they didn’t relate to being in the scouts either. No one stopped him and everyone enjoyed the tales the same as they’d been for everyone else.

Wayne eventually busted out the “fine china” and condiments. Scott found cups and ice, opened the potato salad, and prepared a little station to make your meal. Eddie and Steve sat on the couch, cigarettes in hand, and listened as Wayne yelled the rest of his story from the doorway.

What had started as a miserable, muggy day off was ending warm in an entirely different way. Eddie rested his head on Steve’s shoulder and listened to everything around him. It was a weird little family but it was his. It was almost too much to take when Scott and Wayne traded places with them. Letting the “kids” get their food first.

Only they sat down on opposite ends of the room to wait, Wayne lit a cigarette. The desperation Eddie felt to get them together came out in him slowly moving his hands towards each other, squinting his eye like he had the power to slide those chairs through the room with his mind.

He continued to whisper with Steve about them and the sad distance between them as they slathered ketchup and mustard in buns and piled their plates with chips. Unable to understand why they didn’t want to touch and be close at all times. Steve poured them each a glass of store-brand orange soda when Eddie looked back to the living room to see both Wayne and Scott on the edges of their respective chairs, whispering to each other just like Eddie was with Steve. Maybe it wasn’t as dismal as he thought. Maybe he and Wayne weren’t as identical as he thought.

They switched places, Steve and Eddie returned to the couch and sat impossibly close as their plates took up the coffee table. Except for when Wayne called out to ask where the spicy mustard was (they’d finished it a few nights ago), they all continued their hushed conversations.

At least until everyone was back in the same room. Wayne passed a spoon over to Scott before sitting down as they tried to pick up conversations from where they left them. Strolls down memory lane and incredible amounts of insight into each of them. Including that story Wayne shared from “when he was their age”. Why he always had to start it like that, Eddie would never understand. Maybe it was an old guy thing but Scott never said it.

All the half-hearted stories missed the mark and Eddie was ready to start filling the air with nonsense until Steve opened his mouth and had the nerve to say “Well, I went to prom…” and that was as far as he got.

Eddie cut him off gagging loudly and with his full body. Which caused Wayne to clear his throat in that way that said “Enough, boy.” but Eddie gave a few more good heaves to be sure he’d really sold his stance on the subject. A quick glance Steve’s way to make sure he was laughing had Eddie thinking he should have listened to his uncle. He leaned over with a quiet apology that he didn’t entirely mean. Sorry for hurting Steve’s feelings but not for his opinions.

In a small, innocent way only Scott could pull off, he took Steve’s half-started conversation and let something off his chest. “I never went to my prom.”

He didn’t need to say more, he’d packed the words with all the longing and regret one could. It was obvious Scott wished he had gone to prom. A sentiment Eddie didn’t share but took a breath to not repeat the mistakes of a few minutes ago.

Wayne looked across the room, the same gentle gaze he gave Eddie when he used to cry about everyone at this new school hating him. “I didn’t either. I even had two chances and didn’t manage to make it.”

“Me either,” Eddie scoffed. Still trying to figure out why this was a solemn conversation.

They should all be proud! How much fun could it be? Getting all dressed up in ridiculous clothes and, in the case of nearly everyone in this room, forced to take a date you don’t want to, all for what? The tradition of it?

Again, the conversation smacked the rebellion out of Eddie as a tiny, quiet voice came from the hung head next to him. Trying to hide in his hair or disappear into the couch, Steve meekly offered. “I was prom king.”

So often, now, Eddie equated Steve to the geeks he kept company with. He saw him as someone similar to Scott, they had a lot in common, they were the bright and cheery to the Munson’s usual charm. All of it made it a little easy to forget what Steve was like in his past life.

Eddie could feel the eyes of not just Wayne on him now but Scott. Both of them mentally told him not to say whatever it was he was thinking. Ignoring them, Eddie said “Yeah, but your junior year so it didn’t really count. It was a practice run.”

Steve sat up a little and nodded. Eddie tossed a harmless “mean” look from Wayne to Scott. He was so good at this boyfriend stuff and didn’t need warnings from two old men who couldn’t even get it together enough to kiss.

“It’s not really as fun as you think,” Steve said. Scrunching his face before deciding to eat rather than elaborate.

“I don’t think it’s about fun in hindsight, Steve. It’s a quintessential experience and at the risk of setting Eddie off, one I wish I hadn’t missed out on. Unfortunately, my company wasn’t in high demand in school.”

“You mean this isn’t the part where we realize Mr. Clarke was a total babe in school?” Eddie teased.

The joke came quickly in an effort to hide that Eddie understood that. In something Eddie didn’t want to admit, he would have put on the uncomfortable suit and bought the ridiculous flowers if he had someone to take or even had a chance to take someone he was interested in.

After he spoke, Eddie looked to Wayne who just rolled his eyes. “I’m making a pot of coffee, who wants some?”

No one wanted any but none of them worked graveyard shifts either. It didn’t stop Wayne from making his way into the kitchen.

“C’mon Wayne,” Eddie continued to push. “Did you wanna go to your prom?”

“No.” was all he offered.

“My school had an Under the Sea Ball, like in Back to the Future except not as well decorated. I was fifteen and my mom took me out to Sears to buy all new clothes. She worked with James’s mom, our school’s prom king, and got the scoop on what the kids were going to wear. She styled me up and helped me get ready, dad dropped me off and I practically floated into the school, I was so excited.”

Scott had a way with words that didn’t make sense given he was a numbers guy but he had everyone hanging on his every word. Even in the shortened version and the clear implication it wasn’t going to end well, Scott had them eating out the palm of his hand. Wayne had stopped making coffee and was now leaning against the cupboard with the pot half filled in his hand and Steve and Eddie had shifted on the couch to better look at Scott.

“This was it for me. I was going to turn things around and start living some great high school life and it was all going to happen at the under the sea dance. An incredibly foolish hope. With my ticket in hand, I was stopped at the door as expected and met by a group of kids the grade above. All of whom refused to let me in. I showed them my ticket, they said they didn’t accept fakes printed by nerds. I had to hang out in the park until my dad came back to get me. I didn’t want my mom to know it’d gone so poorly. She worried so much and worked so hard. I think she kept the picture of me framed until her dying day.”

Steve pushed his hand into Eddie’s as everyone sat in silence. Wayne gently put the coffee pot on the counter and went to Scott’s side, putting a hand on his shoulder. Another gesture Eddie recognized. Eddie had a passing thought about having to teach Scott how Wayne showed he cared but he'd get it figured out eventually, he wasn't going anywhere.

After a few moments of uncertainty, Steve leaned in and whispered “We should go for a walk.”

Eddie whipped his head around in confusion, catching on before he voiced it. With a nod, Eddie turned back to his uncle and grabbed the last half of his hot dog in his fist. “We’re going to walk! On a walk, I mean. We’re going on a walk.”

“Nailed it. So smooth,” Steve said, side-eyeing Eddie.

Eddie grumbled but Steve had a point. With the same energy he launched the words out, Eddie stood up and moved around the coffee table. Steve followed slowly behind with a nod in Wayne’s direction that Eddie was sure was meant as an apology but read like "I'll have him home by nine, sir".

They made their way out and onto a familiar path into the woods. Eddie finished his food, half wishing for a paper towel or something but half thrilled to dirty up these shorts so he couldn’t wear them. Meeting in the middle of that, Eddie wiped most of the ketchup onto a tree…then his shorts.

Summer was hell on Eddie’s fashion and usually, he stuck to it, dedicated to the look, but he’d been home with people who’d seen him look far worse than breaking "uniform". Jeans that were now shorts (and just a little too short) and a t-shirt that long ago became a tank top, armholes cut to the hem. That part wasn’t so bad but the low-top sneakers without socks and lazy ponytail were the biggest crimes here.

Not everyone could look as flawless in summer wear as Steve. His jean shorts were way shorter than Eddie’s and it didn’t look embarrassing at all. In fact, Eddie kind of appreciated them. Mixed with an undershirt that was just a bit see-through and the sandals smacking out a warning of their arrival through the woods. Eddie should have hated every part but he’d been walking a few steps behind to appreciate it.

Something Steve didn’t let last long and, this time, Eddie didn't complain. Turning around to try and walk backward and look at Eddie but stumbling, with all the leaves and sticks and his flip flops, it wasn’t easy. So Steve stopped moving.

“We have to give them a dance,” he said. There was a seriousness in his words but not the urgency Eddie was used to, it wasn’t an order. It sounded like a request and came with a hopeful bit of innocence that almost had Eddie crying. That voice could get Eddie to walk in an active volcano.

“There’s no way. How do we do it? Are you offering up your place?”

“God, my parents would skin me alive. Please.”

Eddie did not want to hear the reason why on that one. “So what, we break into the school? Actually, no wait. I kind of like that part.”

“You think you could steal Scott’s keys?” There was a spark of mischief in Steve’s eyes that Eddie always enjoyed and that said he’d hatched a full plan.

It wasn’t hard to figure out the plan but Eddie wasn’t going to take this moment from Steve. He’d heard the grievances, the whining in private because Eddie was a safe and similar space, all about not being taken seriously. Eddie did that other thing they were both a little too good at and played dumb.

Pressing an innocent hand to his chest, Eddie played shocked. “Lil old me? Commit such a crime? Why, sir. I would never.”

“Why can’t you ever answer like a normal person? Okay, so it was a dumb question, of course, you can but will you?”

“Off his person or from his house?”

“Yeah, B and E sounds good but I’m not waiting for you, so if you get hauled in I hope it’s worth it.”

Steve started walking again, aimless and slower this time now that they’d completed the mission of getting far away from the trailer. Eddie followed, easily catching up to crash into Steve affectionately.

“If we invite him over I can easily slip it off the key ring. He always tosses his keys on the table. What are you thinking?”

“He’s probably got the same classroom as always, right? I mean it’s kind of hard to move all the science shit. So we break into the school, with the keys I mean, and we decorate up his classroom like a horrible dance. We’ll have to trick them there and I don’t have a plan for that yet but I can come up with something. I think your uncle will be the hard part so you might have to help and then they can have a dance because even though they’re totally dumb and I don’t know why anyone would wanna go, Scott kinda needs it and I think it’d be so cute. Bam, it's totally easy.”

“Cute? You think it’d be cute?” Eddie said the word as if it were new to him but with a smile that could be seen from space.

“Shut up! You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, you mean a cute date for cute old men. It’ll be so adorable.” Eddie cooed as he clutched his hands to his chest.

“What night are you breaking into Mr. Clarke’s…Scott’s place? I mean, so I can tell the cops to be somewhere else obviously. Also, do you happen to know Scott's house number...for unrelated reasons.” Grumbling as he walked, Steve tossed one of his award-winning stares toward Eddie. I would have stopped a weaker man but not Eddie, he fed off it.

“That’s not very cute of you.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Then who will be on the dance committee with me,” Eddie whined.

With his arms crossed, Steve glared into the woods. “Look, if it was a dumb idea you could have just said so. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Whoops, too far.

Eddie drops the act with a whole show like it hurts him to do so for Steve but Steve's worth it. Why he does that rather than apologize, even he doesn't understand.

“It’s not a dumb idea, I like it. My uncle is going to complain the whole time but I think we can pull it off. I might even be able to get him to dress up for the occasion.”

—

Of all the ways Scott thought he’d be spending his summer vacation, hanging around the Munson home didn’t make the list. He and Wayne had always been cordial, a head nod, how's the weather, good to see you. Every once in a while Scott would be blessed with more, an update on Eddie, or asked if he was still teaching but it was barely more than he had with the other guardians of former students.

And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted more. That he was well-behaved and never thought about Wayne Munson unless faced with him, which used to feel so silly. An unattainable goal, a statistical improbability, a dream.

Yet here he was spending his summer break with the Munsons and not hiding in his garage or working some horrid summer job. There was likely something cheesy to say about dreams coming true but Scott stuck to talking about the odds or that the answer was never truly a zero percent chance.

While they lived in this strange space, where Scott felt as comfortable in Wayne’s home as he did his own (a feeling he hoped was mutual). So much so he kept a few important things in the trailer. They also hadn’t put a label on anything. Scott didn’t need that but it meant he occasionally felt like he was getting ahead of himself with all this.

As enjoyable as it was, there were a lot of adjustments as well. Wayne was hard to read yet left so much between the lines, Scott felt he had a head start on this but Wayne at home was nothing like the man that stormed the school, yelling about his nephews' grades and the other boys picking on him.

This led to occasional confusion, especially when it came to the nature of what they were. Rather than wearing his heart on his sleeve like Scott, Wayne had it under his sleeve and piled in thick layers of flannel topped with a winter jacket.

Scott was chipping through the layers slowly and he didn’t mind a bit of work. The rewards that followed were always that much sweeter. Every tiny gesture felt monumental and kept Scott walking on clouds for days. Yet always itching for a bit more.

Bigger than all that was the adjustment in having all these things could be called dates be double dates. Either planned with or crashed by Eddie and Steve Harrington. And school taught Scott plenty to prepare him to teach but there wasn’t a single lesson dedicated to how to put the moves on someone when a former student was in the room.

Both boys had graduated, they were adults in most ways, but they’d not been out of school long enough for Scott to not remember them both vividly. He still saw them as the middle schoolers they hadn’t been for years now.

A skill that came in handy as everyone stubbornly tried to ride out a heat wave in the Munson trailer rather than coming to Scott’s house. He only had a window unit, not central air, but it’d keep them a hell of a lot cooler. It was pride, he knew that much, and was willing to suffer a bit to let them have it.

Since all they were doing was laying around, waiting for nightfall (which wasn’t providing as much relief these past few days), Scott found his way over more days than not. They could all be miserable together.

Steve must have had a similar thought process since he was always there. Though usually whispering in the corner with Eddie or dragging him on walks. For whatever reason, those boys took off multiple times a day, Wayne insisted it was to fool around but this wasn’t the only home they could invade. They were up to something, Scott could feel it. Even if he couldn’t put it into words enough to explain to Wayne how wrong he was. Teacher’s intuition, survival, and just a good old fashion hunch but Scott knew something was brewing.

A couple of weeks later, Scott was given the chance to gloat as the boys showed up at his house…without Wayne. Looking every bit like they were fundraising for their class trip and making it hard for Scott to see them as the young adults they were. Aided greatly by Eddie’s royal presentation of a piece of paper.

Steve rolled his eyes hard enough for everyone as he stood there with his hip cocked to one side and a sigh moving his hair off of his forehead. He offered some supplemental information and returned the keys to the school that Scott did not know he was missing. The second part was far more frightening than the first.

And off they skipped to light fires or steal keys, apparently. Scott looked over the paper, clearly the handiwork of Eddie. It was hard to forget those doodled papers turned in without answers but epic wars that took place throughout the whole sheet. And he worked in a bit of that flair despite trying his best to work with a theme.

Not any theme, though, a seafoam green and beige under the sea theme. Scott remembered the conversation, more than that he remembered feeling foolish for his admission. It was awkward enough to clear the room but it hadn’t seemed to scare Wayne off who was incredibly understanding. Even let that stoic nature drop to share he too regretted not attending school dances. The uncomfortable moment turned into something nice, something that Scott hoped brought him and Wayne closer but was also not to be brought up again.

For as in the way as those boys could be they had to be awfully observant. Sneaky too but that wasn't Scott's job to deal with in this situation. He would have to mention some parts to Wayne though.

He’d been instructed to show up to his classroom (which explained the keys) in two hours and to come dressed in formal wear. As Scott showered, Sam Cooke on the record player, he wondered who was the mastermind behind this. It didn’t seem like the sort of thing Wayne would put together but it also didn’t seem like the sort of thing Wayne would attend so he had to be involved somehow.

Scott took nearly the entire two hours to get ready, this hopeful little feeling making a nest in his chest as walked out to his car was nice. Feeling as childish as he’d accused Steve and Eddie of being but excited. This was a hard gesture to misinterpret and things with Wayne might be a little more serious than Scott thought. In the best possible way.

He hadn’t thought he’d be excited to see the school in the summer months, never mind downright giddy. Wayne’s truck was nowhere in sight but Scott was almost late so he went right inside in case it was parked somewhere else. Easily walking the empty and dark halls toward his classroom, excitement switched to nerves. With no clue what was waiting for him, Scott tried not to think the worst.

The door stood open, and light poured out into the hall, as soft music played from the room. Standing in the doorway, though, Scott realized that wasn’t even half of the magic. The boys would have to be talked to about making such liberal use of his access to the school. Later, much later. For now, they deserved an award. They’d dragged in everything they could and if he walked the halls he’d find nothing but open doors and ransacked rooms but it was so hard to be mad looking at this scene. Not only to mention the care and work that went into this.

The way the boys took what they had around them to make something beautiful was admirable. It was proof that tests and forumlas weren't the only way to measure how smart someone was.

Streamers made their way from the center of the room to the walls, they’d covered some of the lights with blue butcher paper, and one lone window had a wave taped to the bottom. Either they ran out of time or dedication.

It was no surprise to find half his AV equipment pulled in for a sound system. Which was resourceful but made Scott’s skin crawl a little knowing he’d likely have to put it back to get it how he liked it. Currently, it was playing The Supremes and Scott found something a little too fitting about hearing how you can’t hurry love.

There was a little drink station on a desk with what looked like the largest Tupperware bowl the Munsons had and Dixie Cups Scott recognized from the bathroom. Around it were hand-drawn fish and a single mermaid. The chalkboard had more of the same, including mermaids made to look like Steve and Eddie. They may not have been the third wheel Scott wanted but they could be so adorable sometimes.

Scott dared to venture into the classroom, slowly wandering around and humming along with the music. Lost in thought as he inspected his very own school dance. Which led to him finding the first and second post-it notes, among the school of fish on the chalkboard.

We promise we will clean everything up.

And put it back where we got it.

The second one had a tiny "no" in the corner, in pen, that looked like someone tried to erase it. He could hear the boys bickering and see that affectionate annoyance on Steve’s face. But it switched his admiration to a mission as he sought out any other notes.

Another set was on the desk beside the bowl of mystery liquid in color plastic. A string of words no science teacher wanted to put together.

It’s Hawaiian Punch. No liquor.

There’s rum under the table if you want to change that. (Written in a different handwriting than the first)

Scott debated the alcohol but he thought he’d wait and see how Wayne felt. Who he was starting to doubt was coming. With a deep breath, Scott tried to avoid letting all of that take over. There was a clear plan here and it wasn’t going to fall apart just because he wasn’t included in the making of it.

Resuming his wandering, Scott caught a duffle bag on his desk. By far the most out-of-place item in the room. Immediately he moved to investigate. A mess of yellow notes lay in front of the bag.

We couldn’t figure out how to get Wayne to dress up (half a page worth of sad faces finished this message)

So I (Eddie) picked out the nicest outfit he has and put it in this bag. Sorry about the wrinkles. Steve says sorry about the color.

You’ll have to tell him to change. Also sorry about that.

A friend of ours will be by at 7:30 to take your picture. Gotta have the full experience. At least get him dressed up for that.

Have my uncle home by midnight.

The last note came with doodles in the corners, a nice little demon stabbing the word midnight because some things never change.

What this told Scott was that Wayne did not have a hand in this. All of this work came at the hands of Steve and Eddie and he wasn’t sure if it was supposed to feel like a compliment but it did. It went beyond that, this was an honor.

So many horror stories were out there trying to get involved with a family and right now, Scott had more confidence the boys were welcoming him in than Wayne. It couldn’t hurt his chances though if he had Eddie’s approval.

Scott tried to stop stressing about every little thing and remind himself to just enjoy the journey. It was going well and he knew that. He also knew Wayne well enough to know what he was getting into. This was enjoyable, he needed to relax and take it all as it happened. Something Scott had been telling himself since childhood.

Somewhere in the middle of his ancient mantras, Wayne materialized. Standing in the doorway, not unlike Scott had minutes ago but looking far more out of place. It softened those bits of anxiety, preventing them from taking hold and Scott needed to figure out when the man started to have that effect on him.

“The boys have been busy,” Scott said just above a whisper.

“I’m guessing you don’t need help with repairs and setting up for the school year?” Wayne let out a chuckle that said he really should have known they were up to something.

“They usually don’t let us in for that this early.”

With a laugh, Scott walked across the room until he was just out of reach. Trying to find some of the confusion he had when he first showed up.

“So what’s all this then?”

“I think they decided to give us that school dance we never had. I mean, I didn’t get the chance to ask if you wanted to go with me but I’m hoping the answer is yes at this point. It’d be awfully awkward if it wasn’t.”

Smiling brightly, Scott clasped his hands behind his back and rubbed the toe of his shoe on the ground. Expecting a yes, or more likely a sure, to follow his playful question.

“They’re idiots,” Wayne shook his head and leaned back into the hallway, looking in both directions.

For the first time, Scott thought this wasn’t going to happen. That Wayne was going to turn around and walk out. A typical school dance experience, Scott supposed. He didn’t have a whole lot of experience asking anyone but the rejection would be an expected risk.

He stopped the over-the-top nervous fiddling and tried not to deflate. That could wait a few minutes. Scott didn’t say a word, he didn’t want to agree that the kids were idiots. Not when they went through all this trouble. Not when they made him feel this much a part of the family before he had any right to. Even the mermaid self-portraits and tiny demons were worth appreciating. He'd have to figure out a way to thank them for their troubles later.

And like he did, Wayne stayed silent. Something Scott usually didn’t mind but right now every second of it felt like a lifetime. Of which Wayne subjected him to several.

“They got a lot right,” he started “But they shoulda let me ask you properly. I don’t even have one of them flowers for your jacket.”

Weight dropped off Scott. He knew he was smiling like an idiot, his cheeks hurt from trying to broaden them beyond what his face could hold. “With everything they thought of, I am a bit surprised they didn’t leave us any flowers. They probably would have been picked from the field behind your place or, worse, one of Steve’s neighbors.”

“Yeah, probably and I’m guessing they already got a list of crimes.”

“They did steal my keys.” That might have come out more as a complaint if Scott had stopped smiling, words still laced with promise and a touch of affection.

“I’m gonna have to ground ‘em both and I’m tackin' on a couple of extra days for letting me come looking like this.”

“Ho-ho!” Scott said, raising his finger in the air. “They thought of that. There’s a bag of your clothes on my desk and there's plenty of places to go change.”

“Those little shits!” Wayne said with a laugh, walking over to grab the bag. “Which way are the bathrooms in this place?”

“Take a left, then another one. You can find them from there.”

Wayne disappeared and Scott half wanted to swat at the air. No doubt there were little cartoon birds and hearts flying around his head. He was definitely floating as he went back to looking around for any additional notes.

As Fats Domino told the room where he found his thrills, Wayne returned. Scott immediately greeted him with a wolf whistle that echoed off the halls and earned a now-familiar growl of required protest.

“I don’t know why they picked this shirt,” he grumbled, tugging at the buttons and trying to get it to lay right.

“I do.”

“Are y'checking me out?”

Scott shrugged his shoulders, diverting his eyes but not denying the claims.

“We are far too old for that nonsense,” Wayne said with a shake of his head and a very sly smile. The sort that wrinkled his face in just the right spots and said there was so much more to him than the stoic man everyone else saw.

“We’re also standing in a makeshift high school dance. Lean into it, I say. We aren’t going to get another chance at this.”

“Does that mean you saved a dance for me?”

Scott raised his eyebrows and took a page out of Wayne’s book. He nodded his head rather than saying anything.

They continued with the silence after that, comfortable in it but not something they were dedicated to. A couple of stories triggered by their mixtape here, a few jokes about getting caught making out there, and sitting on the desks to complain about long days, but they didn’t need to say more. Swaying around the room to music, regardless of the tempo of the song, happy to be there.

And if they shared a couple of soft kisses, and snuck their hands a little lower than they should, then that was their business. This wasn’t a high school dance. No one was here to tell them how to behave.

If they were younger, if they still did things like that, Scott would have asked to go steady or to make this official but he was in his forties and stopped sending check yes or no notes decades ago. Yet, he didn't have to ask. There was more than a gut feeling the "yes" would be checked. Wayne was going to be someone in Scott’s life for a long time.

#steddie #clarkson #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #scott clarke #fun little fic

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innytoes · 2 years

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Another chaos prompt: You’d marry me if I asked, right? for Rulie pretty please?

And also for @bananakarenina who asked: Ooh, chaos prompt! 51, rulie.

Julie had long since accepted that her family liked her boyfriend almost more than they liked her. Her dad and Reggie had been friends since before they even started dating. Even back then, when Julie was still just nursing a massive crush on him, it had been cute. Carlos thought of all of the band as ‘honourary big brothers’ in that he liked to drag them whenever they were nearby. And of course Reggie had won Tía over with his earnest praise for her cooking and his big puppy dog eyes.

These days, Julie got flack if she came to family events without him. The one time Reggie had been sick and couldn’t come to her Abuela’s 85th birthday, only two people in her extended family hadn’t greeted her with ‘where’s Reggie?’. She’d gone home with three different soup recipes and a lot of conflicting health advice from various (great-)aunts and uncles, second cousins, and even her grandmother herself.

So of course Reggie was invited to family movie night. He had his own spot on the couch (wedged between the arm and Julie, where she could cuddle into his side). They’d watched some zombie apocalypse movie Carlos had picked first, and now some rom-com her aunt had chosen.

“That’s bullshit,” Julie whispered, when the Clearly Not Right For The Heroine starter boyfriend freaked out when she proposed to him, because it was ‘weird for a girl to do it, you have to wait’. “You’d marry me if I asked, right?”

“In a heartbeat,” Reggie agreed, watching as the Heroine went home to her Small Town to heal her broken heart and probably run into a way hotter dude who had like, a dog or a precocious kid or a really nice beard or something.

It had just been an offhand comment.

Which was why Julie was confused when a day later, the congratulations started rolling in. On the family group chat. In her Insta DMs. On her woefully underused Facebook. The band group chat was going insane, and she had no idea what to tell them. She’d managed to calm Flynn down by explaining that nobody was engaged, she had no idea what was going on, and for her to please help her hunt down Carlos just in case this was one of his pranks.

Reggie came back from the grocery run looking confused and flustered. “I just got off the phone with your abuela,” he said. “She was so excited, and wanted to know when the wedding was. Did I... did I hit my head and forget something important, Julie?” He asked it so earnestly, like he was actually concerned that was what had happened, she couldn’t help but laugh and kiss him.

“I have no idea what’s going on either,” she admitted. Also, she couldn’t help but be amused her grandmother had called Reggie before calling her. She was about to ask what he’d told her, when her phone started ringing. It was Tía Victoria.

“Mija, I am so sorry,” she said before Julie could even get a ‘hello’ out. “I was talking to your Tía Camila about the movie, and I mentioned that cute thing Reggie had said, and apparently she misunderstood...” Oh god. Oh my god, that made so much sense. Tía Camila lived for drama and gossip. Reggie was pressed against her so he could listen in, and he pulled back, eyes wide.

“Thanks, Tía. We’ll... we’ll sort it out,” Julie managed. When she hung up, the first thing she did was text Flynn a ‘stand down’ before she actually managed to hunt down Carlos. The second thing she did was turn to Reggie. Except he wasn’t next to her anymore, he was rummaging through one of the grocery bags near the door.

“Aha,” he said, beaming. Julie could hear something being opened, and then he came back, hiding something behind his back. “I think I have the solution to our problems.”

“Is it a tub of cookie dough ice-cream? Because I think I could use a tub of cookie dough ice-cream right about now,” Julie said. Reggie shook his head, grinning, before kneeling down in front of her and presenting her a ring-pop.

“I picked these up while your grandma was talking, just in case,” he said. Julie felt her breath catch in her throat. Reggie was kneeling in front of her. With a ring. A candy ring, but still. Suddenly, his eyes went wide, like he realised what he was doing, and he stood back up. She fought down her disappointment.

“Wait!” he said. “You’re supposed to be the one who proposed!” He pushed the ring at her, and she couldn’t help but laugh, taking the ring and his hand between hers.

“Really?” she asked, fighting back tears.

“I told you, Julie,” Reggie said, his free hand finding her cheek, thumb stroking away the first tears that spilled over gently. “I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #reggiexjulie #julie molina #reggie peters #tía victoria #I wrote a thing #seriously 51 was so popular #and then Reggie insists she hasn't Properly Asked yet so Julie dramatically gets down on one knee and presents him the ringpop and asks #and of course he says yes and they giggle and she tries to carry him over the threshold to bed #and they finally have an answer for the family #and a very funny story for flynn and the brand group chat #she sends tía victoria a photo of her and reggie wearing the ring pops like: problem solved #and victoria doesn't know if she is relieved or incredibly smug because this means SHE'S THE ONE WHO GOT REGGIE TO BECOME AN OFFICIAL MOLINA #kind of #you 100% know Victoria saw the first 'congratulations' in the family group chat and immediately called Ray like: ooooh I fucked up #Ray was laughing too hard to be any help probably #he is very very pleased by the outcome

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Stupid Shit Chris and I have said to each other, The Meme™ send a prompt, enjoy the chaos. lots of nsfw ahead. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

“Only the mouth hole please and thank you.”

“I'm evolving into daddy.”

“You're the rule breaker here, I have done nothing wrong.”

“Where's that tiktok audio when you need it: no, break it break it, it's fine.”

"I love you too, overall child of the corn.”

“But yeah thanks I guess, apparently I am the devil capable of turning bitches gay.”

“Because you are as much a wildcard just sans sledgehammer, but better vocabulary.”

“You said ‘mine's bigger’ to your uncle...”

“Meta me, daddy.”

"He really just be putting his minecraft bed next to someone's and being like uwu.”

"When will people learn I'm yours first, and that's never changing.”

“But uh - godspeed on the vagina abuse.”

"That tub time you owe me… that sounds weird.”

"The one bottom to rule them all.”

“It’s like his dick is a compass to sociopaths.”

"I'm suing their vagina.”

"My ass is big but not that big.”

"When you say it like that it sounds like I'm hoarding dildos in my ass.”

“Note to self, never mention my clit for some reason.”

“Hoe’s my sister wife.”

"I’ve got ice packs on either side of my head because I smacked one side with a microwave door and the other with the basement door while trying to make a midnight snack.”

“Get on the casting couch.”

“The tissues are for all the cum.”

“My forehead has never been numb before.”

“I'm going to pee outside where it'll feel nice.”

"I’m too small for that much emotion.”

“Daddy wants dick.”

“RE: ass eating.”

"Also enjoy sucking.”

"How long were you fingering for, hmm?”

“I forgot that you went full fuckboi.”

“Let me sugar mommy you.”

“World’s worst porno subtitles.”

“Eat spit, get dicked with the mask on.”

“Kentucky fried cock.”

“I’ve never hated anything more that’s come out of your mouth.”

“So, I have to go beat the shit out of your child now.”

“Is it the intact hymen or -”

“Thanks for the dick, I guess.”

#rp meme #rp sentence meme #mine*

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 2 months

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3.4.24 Monday

12:13 am

Still, have windblow... Can't sleep....I have so many frustrations in life.... They took my 17 years and repeated me showing that I'm poorish.... A lot took and still taking advantage of my situation now, coz we are really having a financial inconsistency in our fundings.

They took my original upbringing....I feel bitter....Some 20's or red that didn't even know me, but some wicked old friends and wicked family members and wicked new people who are trying to tell something about me but they didn't even know me....Some just saw me yesterday or just last month or some were just few years back...

8:42 am

I still have windblow.. I need to get my momentum back and I feel so ugly...

So many insensitive people on me!

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9:53 am

I still have winblow....Still, fanatic of crime documentaries just like my old weird favorite crime story based in reality life that old,classic crime of "Twin Peak"... Yeah!

It is just weird if the victim found dead in the bathroom particularly on the "bath-tub"... I love English words and I unzipped almost everything except for that "bath-tub" .... Can anyone tell me from my angels???

What's with the "bath-tub"??? Well, I was thinking the people are divided into ultra-conservative and liberated and conserberated ( which I'm in the middle )...

I just feel that they took some of my glowing moments for 17 years...

10:34 am

I still have windblow ... I feel bitterish...

Anyways, I already mixed my last batch of Ettas bleach... Hmm... Well, I think Navarro's is much more smoother than Ettas.... Anyways, I have my own mixed but Navarro's bleaching powder is somehow smoother and I think a bit upgrade than my own bleach formula...

I need to whiten the bitten parts of bugs on me and my butt part. I have super sensitive skin and it frustrates me so much that we can't afford to get an assistant here but everything is DIY ( do it yourself )....I'm not relax in the house, I miss having yaya or assistant coz I have sensitive skin.

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are not sensitive enough on my toiletries and some of my vanity needs, like maintaining this low-cost bleaching powder and hoping I can get a laser in time....I really believe on having "golden aging" where you appear evenly smoothen coz your soul deserves it coz you are a good person. It is for self-esteem and being confident can lead to find a good relationship with someone...

I need to get a job for my personal expenses and to help a bit here but mainly for my personal expenses and for John my son-dog. Working in a call center is not that really a big time for me to shoulder everything here....I can't my salary in call center it is really for a personal thing or for single person only.

I still wanna travel in time....My frustration to join dog show coz I have a son-dog....My beauty perfection coz of "golden aging" I still wanna fix my nose and remove my deep smile lines coz it is"golden aging". Religious people deserve it like me....Hoping, I can have it...

I really need to have money and I will be out of money soon...I'm gonna ask help again from people that I know are good to me or from a friend nearby coz Aunt Karen and Uncle DD can't give assistance on my beauty needs but they can on their heads only like their 15k pesoses...

Uncle Jun we all know he is just a companion here and an observer...

12:20 noon

I hate the DJ's of Eagle and some fucking Church Of Christ they are traitors and mostly on the scene!!! Always a head of time, always on the lead and hating them for making me just a supporter!!! I don't like those most fucking unfair some "Church Of Christ"...

1:02 pm

This station is talking about "oral hygiene", the DJ is Kuya POY! 92.3 Radio Singko!

Just be straight forward... The oral breath is affected by a lot of different factors... It can be a damage inside your stomach, so it is important to check your breath and if you have ulcer it will affect your breath even if you brush your teeth...

It is important to keep a sugar mint candy for safety of your breath most specially if you don't talk for long hours, you need to brush your teeth.

I grew-up here having our own dentist named Dra.Castillio... When we transferred here when I was 13 and my brother next to me plus my adoptive parent's... We had a package for our teeth repair and fixed. Nana got a good teeth, no amalgams but the rest got some amalgams...Me? I have amalgams....My adoptive parent's got some dentures coz they smoked a lot.... That was our routine before... My brother RV and I, we had our teeth braces worth, for the 2 of us around 100k pesoses but it was on installement... All braces are always on installment basis....Plus, the cleaning and other stuff....We spent more around more or less 500k pesoses... But it was based on per visit coz we were 5 for that package. Teeth are expensive!

I was really conscious when I turned 15....I'm gonna repeat again my skin is really white but it is sensitive and I was just accidentally blackened myself for 2 years when I was in grade 5 and 6 when I transferred here in Cavite from Manila, so I just accidentally blackened myself coz of volleyball and I was not that aware and not yet conscious...

Then, when I entered Immaculate Conception Academy when I was 12 going to 13,then I started my bleaching to return my skin into white again. Then, it happened I turned white then on my 2nd year high-school I was not yet aware again and our sport festival came, I joined the volleyball again and I accidentally blackened myself again without awareness... When I turned 15 I had a good set of high school friends or barkadas who helped my family to take care of me and suddenly they just made me concious from 15 until I went to college... In fairness on my crazy high school friends...

1:45 pm

An additional story just a history.... I used to be a "choir member" in Church Of Christ.

Our head leader named Sister Ligaya or Sister Joy, she always reminded us to be aware of our breath coz we were seated side by side that we can smell or inhale the breath of each other. She said "bad breath can be a big distraction" on praising God and in the choir as well...

Hi Tita Fermin,nana is listening to you now most specially that "ultra-bio"....

2:36 pm

A lot died these days....People on TV but somehow I'm doubting....But I feel the sympathy on Antoinette Taus and Andy Eigemman. I have windblow and unfair to die this way.....Unfair to judge people sorry if doubt is here with me but I truly feel sorry for them...

I'm not yet fulfilled...

2:45 pm

I wanna leave Cavite, I do feel bitter their making me their supporter just like that most of "Church Of Christ".

For Immaculate Conception Academy stop damaging my image. A story that will just damage my image. Please shut up for the crazy old fake friends!!!

I hope some of the fake faces of Immaculate Conception Academy should stop telling stories that will not be my positive points or it means WAR! Coz they hate me that I don't know...

In Europe or for English people if you talk negative things about your friends meaning you don't like the person.... That's their way of showing or telling on other people that I don't like the person...

Example a situation that will not be adding up positively to the person's persona.... Like did you see her she asked for food at the party of Joe and she asked for an extra take out. Those things will never be a good points of your friend's image.

6pm

Bullshit that eperformax coz of my pronouciation they will not hire me, I need to reapply but I'm not gonna apply again I will remove eperformax on my list. I had a talked with Miss Anne... Bye Eperformax! Sya nga bisaya2x ang diction! I hate bisayaz now! Someone called me from Eperformax.I don't like Bisaya angels they are putting me down....Though my nana is Bisaya, but I don't like Bisaya other than my nana.....I will avoid Bisaya now in call center...

Waiting for Amazon!

6:17 pm

I don't wanna be with bisakol anymore....They are better than me in call center. I'm gonna break-up with someone coz of call center English, organization of just bisaya group, that they can go up....I don't like them for always putting me down.

I don't fucking care on Eperformax they are bunches of bisakoL!. Simply damaging my guts those fucking bisakoL of "Church Of Christ"! They didn't take me in those BisakoL! They didn't become my employer....Bisakol ng INC!

6:45 pm

Jack-knife is better than talking to bisakolish of INC who just planned to put me down even the windmills.....Go to hell!

Hell them angels those Eperformax!

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7:06 pm

Waiting for Amazon,angels....

9:45 pm

My TL in conduent suddenly called me but I have FEAR, fear in a way that I respect my TL in Conduent....It is weird that after the call of Eperformax which I felt something is wrong to the point that a double-check somewhere and just want to put me down. I did a dead-end counter on Eperformax.

A mature way of handling things angels...I just texted TL Crizzy if we set-up the talk for tomorrow but if it is something negative I asked her a favour to simply mail it... What is the point of conversation if it is just a "termination".

I have a mixed-up emotion now that I have maturity to tell my TL that I'm doing something personal now that I can't manage any negative talk now...

#Youtube

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