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you always imagined it your first kiss would be... softer, than it ends up being. but it’s joel. you probably should have known.

smut, 18+. age gap. joel is a grumpy old man who hates himself and reader is down bad.

The first time Joel kisses you, it isn’t romantic.

It’s angry - he’s angry. The clicker that just had its hands on you lies motionless a few feet away, mouth frozen in the open position it was in when Joel shot it. Joel is checking you over relentlessly for bites. He’s running his hands over your waist, flashing his light on your neck... fuck, he’s even tugging up the cuffs of your jeans to check your ankles.

“You don’t do that,” he pants, fuming once he knows you’re okay. You’re adrenalized, shaken up and not working off your best judgment. You meet Joel’s eyes.

“Don’t do what? Be on the wrong side of the room? Have the batteries run out of my flashlight? This wasn’t my fault, Joel.” Joel shakes his head, pissed, and he grips the nape of your neck. You didn’t even realize his hand is still there, sturdy and calloused. You bite your cheek. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Shut up,” Joel growls, and it makes you even more upset.

“I didn’t - stop blaming me. Stop making me feel like a dumbass, because I’m trying and I’m tired but I’m still better than half the people in the Q -”

Joel cuts you off before you can keep egging either of you on, his lips connecting with yours in a harsh and almost painful way. Your teeth clash, and Joel kisses you with so much force you almost fall, the only thing saving you being his strong arm wrapping around your back. You open your mouth, probably from shock, and Joel’s tongue does a quick sweep around the cavern when you do. Your hands fly up to Joel’s chest instinctively for balance, and you can feel his racing heartbeat under your palm. It makes you falter. You didn’t realize he was so worried.

You’re just starting to ease into it Joel stops.

His teeth catch your bottom lip as he pulls away, and you both taste blood. Joel steps away, the both of you just staring at each other, panting.

“Do you get it?” He asks, voice gruff. “Don’t fucking do that.”

You blink, years of pining and want pouring over you. You swallow, tasting just a bit of what you think is Joel.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “I get it.”

The second time isn’t any more passionate. It’s done to prove a point, just like the first.

You’re leaning against the counter as you drink at the bar, still trying to wrap your head around this actual town Tommy is living in. It feels so real - like the flashes of memory you have of the world before the outbreak. You’re shivering a bit, your hair still wet from the shower you took. The shower with warm water. Joel is back at the house Tommy and Maria gave you to stay in. He insisted you shower first - he wanted to make sure that if there was hot water to use up, it was you who got it. He sent you off to the bar with the promise of meeting you there soon.

You’re drinking a whiskey neat, not because you like the drink, but because it feels warm in your chest and you know Joel will finish it. You’re sipping on it as you talk to a few men that are locals. They’re a bit older than you, but definitely younger than Joel. They seem nice, better than the lecherous creeps you keep managing to find on your journey (infected or not). One of them works in the stables, taking care of the horses. You smile as you listen to him talk about them. You think you can remember a few girls in elementary school who had farms and horses before everything broke down.

A hand slides around your waist as you’re talking, and you have to crane your neck to see Joel appearing next to you. He’s much taller without a backpack: less weighed down. His shoulders are relaxed and broad. You forget how to breathe for a moment, utterly taken by him.

“Hi,” you say softly. Joel doesn’t acknowledge it. You can feel the anger permeating off him, it’s more present than the hand he has that’s now gripping your side. You blink. “Joel.”

Joel looks down at you, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the men. He brings his free hand up to your face, cupping your jaw. This time you know, you aren’t surprised when his lips meet yours.

You’re pissed at Joel - you’re furious that he’s doing this again, touching you without any indication for months that it’s something he wants. You know Joel feels for you, but when he only confirms it so damn scarcely, it’s easy for you to doubt. You try to steel yourself, only let him in so deep, but Joel is already with you, whether he’s touching you or not. The two of you are permanently connected, just like anyone else who’s ever survived together. Despite your best efforts, you melt into him, holding onto the lapels of the jacket Joel told you he got from trading with Bill.

By the time you pull away, your potential friends are already muttering among themselves, making up excuses to leave. They exit, giving you and Joel the entirety of the counter. You shake your head, turning so you aren’t facing Joel. You give it a few minutes, then walk out in the direction of the house. You’ve barely made it out the door of the bar when Joel pulls you into the little alley next to it.

“Joel, stop. It’s snowing. I didn’t bring a coat.” Joel pulls his off, wrapping it around you. You scoff, but don’t turn it down. “Joel -”

“Didn’t want them getting the wrong idea.” He interrupts you. You stare at Joel, incredulous.

“And what wrong idea is that, Joel?” You ask, then don’t let him answer. “They were nice. Just welcoming one of the new strangers to town.”

“They weren’t just being nice.”

“Yes, Joel, they were. Have you already forgotten about that ambush that happened when we got here? This place isn’t about to let in any assholes. Not the type you’re accusing those guys of being, at least.” Joel sets his jaw, taking a step towards you. You back up as he approaches until you hit the wall of the bar. You let out a breathe, one you can see. It’s fucking cold. You don’t know how Joel isn’t shivering, his freshly showered wet hair glistening in the light of the few street lamps.

“They needed to know,” Joel says. He’s so close to you. You smell the shampoo and soap that Maria has given him, but underneath that, he’s still Joel. Musky and experienced. Territorial. You can’t help being mad at him, but you’re terrible at committing to it.

“They need to know what?” Joel doesn’t answer. He places his hands on either side of you, caging you in. He won’t look at you. You raise your arms, placing your hands on Joel’s. You slip your thumbs under the long sleeves on his shirt, rubbing at Joel’s lifeline. His lips part as he exhales. “Joel, nobody can know about this when you won’t even say anything about it to me.”

You expect Joel to fight, maybe chastise you, but he doesn’t. He slumps against you, head buried in your chest and arms wrapping around your torso in a crushing bear hug. You blink, caught off guard, but you recover quickly, throwing one hand around Joel’s shoulders and bringing the other to massage the nape of his neck. You can feel the fight leaving Joel, just for a moment. You wonder what’s softening him: the shower, the almost normal town, finding Tommy.

You.

Joel doesn’t do this. You don’t know anything about his life before the outbreak, but you know he hasn’t loved many people. He’s approaching this in all the wrong ways, but he doesn’t know any better. He has to re learn, and you have to learn for the first time.

All Joel needs right now is a little reassurance.

“Joel. Joel. Baby,” you whisper in his ear, pressing your lips to his temple. “They didn’t want anything from me. And it wouldn’t matter if they did. They’re nothing.” Joel’s fingers dig into your ribs, and you can tell you’re going to bruise. You don’t care. “They’re nothing. I don’t care about them. I don’t care about anyone here.”

You close your eyes, burying your nose in the side of Joel’s neck and inhaling. You let Joel surround you, take up all your senses. You posture up, taking Joel with you. You take his face in your hands, your lips brushing over his forehead, cheeks, nose. You kiss the patches in his beard where the hair doesn’t grow, and his eyelids when his eyes drift shut. You’re overcome with affection, the feelings you push down every time you see Joel forcing themselves up. You almost want to cry. “Joel, you’re so handsome.” Joel tenses, praise unfamiliar to him, but you watch as he forces himself not to reject it. His fingers find the loops of your jeans, pulling you flush against him so there isn’t any part of you that isn’t touching. You let him. You ask for it.

“They’re not you,” you promise him. “Nobody here will ever be you.”

The night at the bar doesn’t magically fix everything. But it does make it harder for you and Joel to let go of each other - metaphorically and literally - so you start to sleep with him. Every night, Joel tucks you under his arm, letting you use his steady heartbeat to fall asleep to. Every morning, you wake up with the positions reversed, cradling Joel’s head to your chest.

The first time Joel has a nightmare, you think someone (something) has broken in.

You wake up to Joel thrashing, drenching the covers in a cold sweat. You grab his shoulders and shake, putting any worries about hurting Joel aside.

“Joel,” you say, your voice shaking but firm. “Wake up. Wake up,” Joel sits up, his eyes flying open. He blinks, gathering his bearings and realizing he’s safe. You pant, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. Joel flinches, so you draw it away. “Sorry,” you apologize. Joel turns, looking at you like he didn’t realize you were there. He says your name, sounding broken.

“You’re -” he says, then pauses, trying to figure what he’s trying to say. “You’re here.” You stare at him.

“Yeah, Joel.” You say. “I’m here. I’m with you.” Joel reaches for you, tugging you close and then pressing you against the sheets. He grunts, like he’s trying to make sense of everything.

“Can I - Will you let me -” Joel searches for the words, but can’t come up with them. You just nod.

“Yes,” you tell him. “You can do whatever you need. I trust you.” Joel freezes above you, almost glaring. His hands begin to toy with the hem of your shirt, and your heart begins to pound against your rib cage.

Joel slowly pulls your shirt up, dragging his mouth over every inch of skin he reveals. His chapped lips explore every curve and softness of your belly, and when you raise your arms so he can rid you of the article of clothing completely, he does the same to your breasts. It doesn’t even feel sexual, Joel isn’t licking or biting. He’s just feeling, touching. You feel dizzy, arousal pooling between your legs. You grip the sheets between your fingers.

“I’m only good for you in here,” Joel says against your skin. It sends vibrations throughout your body, you feel his voice everywhere. You shake, but you’re not cold. He sits back on his knees to look at you, so you prop yourself up on your elbows. You blink.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you admit. Joel shakes his head.

“I’m good for you here,” he gestures to the room. “And here,” he jabs a finger to his chest, over his heart, then mirrors the action on you. It kind of hurts, but you don’t show it. “But out there? I’m not a good man,” you open your mouth to protest, but Joel shuts you down with just one look. You stay silent. “I’ve done... I’ve done some bad things. Bad enough I don’t think Tommy really wanted to see me again.” Joel shakes his head. “And I - I would do those things for you. I even want to sometimes.” Your eyes widen, and Joel sees it. He sours. “Bein’ good for you means that I’m bad for everyone else. Do you get what I’m tellin’ you?” Joel’s drawl comes out as he gets more emotional. “You need to know that. And if we’re gonna keep doing this, you need to accept it too. It might not be fair. I don’t know if it is. But this is the way things are. You understand me?”

You stare at Joel, watching him bare himself to you in a way you don’t think he’s done for anyone else in a long, long, time. You suck in a shaky breath, and swallow.

“I understand you.” You pull Joel over you, looking up at him. “I still trust you.” You tell him.

Joel lets his head drop, not letting you see him. He works his way down your chest, from your collarbone to navel until he reaches the button of your jeans. Glancing at you to tell him to stop, he strips you of the pants when you don’t. You watch as he looks at you, staring at your most intimate area, and then presses his face to the inside of your thigh. He strokes your calf.

“You don’t what you’re gettin’ yourself into.” He murmurs, almost absentmindedly.

“Yes I do,” you protest. “I’ve been with you for years, Joel. I know you as much as you’ve let me. Let me know more. Let me decide for myself.”Joel holds your gaze. You pant, throbbing. “Let me give something to you. If you don’t think I know you, or us, that’s fine. It makes me sad, but it’s fine.” Joel presses an open mouthed kiss to the meat of your thigh, and you whimper. “I know myself, though, Joel. I know what I want. It’s you. I promise. I’m trusting you, Joel. Can’t you just trust me too?”

Joel looks at you in awe, and then gives you an affectionate frown. He doesn’t say ‘okay’ or anything like that. Instead, he just ducks his head, thrusting his tongue into your sex like a starved man, and holds you down as you keen and shake.

Joel used to refuse to give you any sort of heightened affection, any type of intimacy. He’s getting better at that. Joel strokes your cheek when you wake up in the morning, offers you bland but hearty oatmeal when he notices you haven’t eaten. He drops to his knees the second he sees that your shoe’s come untied.

He doesn’t like it when you try to do the same. Joel’s self-hatred is so deep seated he thinks the very act of you loving him is equivalent to any act of service. When you finally convince him to let do something for him - helping him undress, washing his hair, taking his cock down your throat - you have to promise him you want it too. Only once it’s happening will Joel let himself take. He’ll stay in the shower for hours, fuck your mouth until you can’t speak.

Joel is greedy when he lets himself be. That’s why it hurts so much that he won’t have sex with you.

“It’ll change things, baby.” He tells you, trying to ease the blow. You just don’t get it.

“We’ve already changed them.” You respond, looking away. “I don’t... I don’t want to pressure you, Joel. Just tell me if that’s not what you want.”

“Hey,” Joel grips your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. “That’s not it. Don’t you think that.” You swallow, but nod, accepting Joel’s words. He releases you, then begins petting your side. It’s spring now. Joel looks good under the morning light from the window. “You’re sweet. You couldn’t pressure me into anything.”

He’s right. Joel is his own man. His days of being easily influenced are long gone.

You learn to live with it, this tiny piece of rejection. You accept that there’s something about sex that’s too much for Joel. It’s strange, because it almost hurts more than it did before you and Joel got closer. Like you’re close enough to grab what you want, but can’t quite. It’s okay, though. You want him enough to accept whatever he’ll give you, and parts of Joel is better than none of him.

You wonder if the two of you have settled. You’ve been in Jackson for six months - but it feels like years. For the first time since you can remember, you’re living instead of surviving. It’s exhilarating. You and Joel are both showing signs of domesticity: the callouses on your hands have almost entirely disappeared, and Joel’s face has gotten a bit rounder. A couple extra pounds looks good on Joel. You like knowing he isn’t running himself to the bone.

With all this extra time, Joel has started taking you out of the town so you can perfect your shooting. He sets up targets, adjusts your grip, and watches you for what seems like hours. You’re getting better, but the process is painstaking. Everyone back in the QZ knew you were much more adept with a knife.

“Knife ain’t good for infected. You have to get too close.” Joel tells you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. His hand snakes around your hip, pulling your knife from your front pocket. He tosses it to the side. “Now you don’t have a knife. Just the gun.” Joel points over your shoulder and at the target. “Shoot.”

You hit the target five times in the row.

You squeal in excitement, jumping up and down and dropping the gun. You turn around and practically jump into Joel’s arms. You’re grinning, and Joel is almost smiling, which for him is a huge victory. He cups your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone before he kisses you.

You’re still smiling into Joel’s mouth, and he’s swallowing your moans as one of his hands drops from your face to your chest. He finds the hardened bud of your nipple even over the material of your shirt - you never wear bras anymore, you haven’t felt the need since coming to Jackson - and he pinches. You whimper, pleasure shooting through your veins. Joel is hard, you can see the tent in your pants, feel it against your belly. When he breaks the kisses, Joel keeps himself pressed to you.

“I need this too, baby. I need it too.” You can hear the fight in Joel’s voice, the inner turmoil. You try to say okay, but can’t find the words.

Joel picks you up, throws you onto your shared bed. He’s being reckless - he literally tossed the gun on the couch in the living room. It’s not loaded, but still.

Joel stands back, breathing slightly erratic, and stares at you. He eyes you hungrily, like a starving man.

He’s about to indulge.

Joel pulls his shirt over his head, and you do the same, shimmying out of your jeans. You freeze when when Joel takes off the last item of his clothes, staring. You swallow.

Joel is beautiful.

You push yourself up, crawling to the edge of the bed. You place your hands on Joel’s sides, looking up to meet his eyes. He gives you an affectionate frown, stroking your cheek. He’s so broad. You press your lips to Joel’s collarbone, then cover him in your kisses. You kiss his neck, shoulders, chest, belly. Joel groans, his hand tangling in your hair. His cock is hard against his stomach, and you give the head a quick lick, cupping his balls. Joel’s eyes fly open, and before you even know what’s happening, he’s pressed you flat against the sheets, pinning your arms above your head.

“Don’t,” Joel warns you. “It’s been too long. And you’re -” Joel cuts himself, dragging his tongue over your throat to catch a bead of sweat. He presses his length against your hip, and you gasp. “You touch me like that again and I’ll cum.”

“Joel,” you whisper, but he just shakes his head. He holds his palm out in front of your face.

“Spit,” he commands. “You’re gonna want to make it easier on yourself, darlin.’” You take a breath, your chest brushing Joel’s. You squeeze your legs together, searching for any type of friction. Your face burns. “C’mon,” Joel says, softer this time. “I’ve seen you sweatin’ with blood caked in your hair. I’ve seen at your worst. Right now I’m seein’ you at your best.” A small smile manages to crinkle the edges of Joel’s eyes. “Nothing to be embarrassed about here.”

You blink up at Joel, and realize you feel exactly the way you always do around him: safe. Free, supported. You don’t have to worry about anything, not looking pretty or being good enough. It’s Joel.

You’re with Joel.

You spit in his hand, then watch as he strokes his cock with it. He spreads the beads of pre cum on his head down the shaft too, and then runs himself through your folds. You keen instantly, the feeling unlike anything (anything) you’ve ever felt. When Joel’s head brushes your clit, you feel like you’re dying. He lines himself up, teasing your entrance, and when Joel slides in, he keeps a careful watch of your face for any signs of pain. He takes care of you.

Joel stays still to let you adjust, and you feel him everywhere. Your body, your brain, your heart. Joel is all encompassing. He’s inescapable.

When you give Joel a small nod, he starts to move. He thrusts in an out, setting a steady pace. You grip the muscle of his arms, arching your back to get him deeper.

“That’s it,” Joel tells you. “Good job,” you clench around him at the praise, and you think you hear Joel let out a chuckle. He keeps working you open, each thrust a bit deeper until he’s buried to the hilt. You and Joel stop, both feeling. He lets out a breath, drops his face in your shoulder. Joel pulls out, then enters you again, burying himself once more. “I missed you,” he says into your skin.

For a moment, you don’t know what Joel’s talking about. You’ve been traveling with him for years, and since living in Jackson, you’ve hardly left his side.

Then you realize this is Joel’s way of telling you you’re familiar, and part of him.

You wrap one of your arms around Joel’s shoulders, link your ankles behind his hips. You pull Joel impossibly close, so close he has to abandon his idea of rubbing his thumb over your clit. He does the same to your nipple instead, pinching and pulling and driving you closer and closer to the edge. You feel sensation building in your stomach, the edges of your vision blurring.

“Joel,” you gasp. “Joel, I think.. I think I’m close.” Joel shushes you, brushing baby hairs off your forehead.

“It’s alright baby, let it go. Let me make you feel good.” He tells you. All it takes is a few more sweet nothings before your shuddering against him, riding out your high. Joel’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you clench him impossibly tight. He curses. Without a word, Joel pulls out before he can climax inside you, spurting on both of your stomachs. He collapses next you, his hand finding yours and squeezing it.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” Joel murmurs, dragging his lips across your knuckles. You can feel his cum begin to dry on your stomach. You hum.

“Worth it,” you manage to whisper back. “You’re worth it, Joel.”

Joel turns his head, meeting your eyes, taking in all of your sincerity. For know, he doesn’t know what to do with it. But he’ll learn.

He’ll re learn. All of this - these ideas of love and mutual partnership - he’ll make it familiar again. All so he can stay close.

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lace-coffin · 5 months

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Heyo friendo, can I perhaps request headcannons for Bubba, Tommy, Asa, and RZ Mikey when giving and receiving comfort from their s/o? Bonus points if male or ftm reader cause we don’t have enough ;-;

Thank you 🩵🩵

How would slashers comfort their S/O on a bad day?

Absolutely, MWAH

Reader is ftm 💖

Trigger warning mainly for Asa- power dynamics/exchange (probably) toxic relationships, the usual for him lol

Also tw for raw meat/hacking at meat/blood

Requests are open!

Bubba Sawyer

Giving

Bubba notices you haven’t been yourself today. Usually he’s the first one up at the crack of dawn, busy tending to the small farm you’ve accrued over time on the sawyer family property. He returns back once the errands are done to find you still in bed, which is unusual for you by this time.

Bubba runs their hands over your cheek softly, murmuring to you quietly, prompting you to get out of bed, only to be met with a groan and the duvet being pulled back over your head. After several minutes of looking around nervously and playing with her fingers anxiously deciding what to do she hauls you over her shoulder.

They are absolutely about to traipse you into the dining room in your boxers and sleep vest in your full glory. He places you down gently on your chair and goes to fetch your food.

Drayton eyes you wearily, wondering why bubba just dumped their boyfriend at the dinner table clad in only boxers. Choptop and nubbins however find it hilarious and snicker until Drayton hollers for them to shut up.

If you’re not feeling up to eating then bubba will encourage you by feeding you smaller bites with the fork. Of course this isn’t without chop and nubbins making gagging noises at the display of public affection. Bubba groans in embarrassment but it’s enough to make you laugh and cheer up a little.

She’ll help you do your daily tasks if your finding it difficult, for example they’ll wash you gently and make sure to give you a nice scalp massage whilst washing your hair if your struggling with hygiene.

They’ll try involve you in activities to take your mind off how your feeling, making bone crafts with her and her siblings and even cuddling their favourite pet chicken.

Receiving

If bubba is having a bad day you’ll definitely know about it. They tend to wear their heart on their sleeve and are open with their emotions.

He’ll come to you as his boyfriend first. If she’s really upset and actively crying please hold them and give them a while to calm down before trying to ask what’s up.

Stimming! Please stim with them, it helps them feel better to shake it out by flapping their hands and making fists. They feel more comfortable and accepted if you join in. Mirroring and doing the same activities is one of their love languages.

Staying with them whilst they do their daily tasks is helpful, feed the chickens with them and the pigs. Maybe have a little cuddle session with the piggies.

If she feels particularly insecure that day then you can help do her makeup and dress up with her. Once he’s donned his favourite yellow dress and you your fanciest suit/button up you can have a little tea party or picnic now you’re both feeling cute.

Choptop and nubbins will complain that it’s lame but still insist in coming (they think it’s fun but are to stubborn to admit it)

Thomas Hewitt

Giving

Tommy spends most of his time either in the basement or out chasing victims so he may not be the best at noticing your upset since he’s absent frequently until the end of the day.

Luda may is confused but slightly honoured when Tommy’s boyfriend came to her teary eyed looking for comfort and advice, not wanting to bother Tommy whilst he’s working.

Luda will slip off later and give Tommy a heads up that you need looking after today. As soon as he finds out he cuts his work short, slamming his cleaver into the table and washing the excess blood from his hands before making his way up to you.

Tommy will try help by giving you deep pressure. Laying his weight on your chest to ground you. He traces his fingers over your palm in little shapes and letters, spelling out words of affirmation and hearts to let you know he loves you in a way he can’t verbalise. However if you’re lucky he may whisper a few raspy words of adoration into your chest as you pet his hair.

If it helps you blow off steam he might let you hack at some of the meat in basement with his cleaver, however only under his watchful eye. Your already upset, he doesn’t need you loosing a finger to.

Tommy will make an extra effort to keep you distracted and away from Hoyt since he can be..snappy to say the least. This can mean your spending time with Tommy on the swing out front or reading to him.

Receiving

Tommy is difficult when it comes to emotions. Years of hiding behind a steely facade as he’s taunted by mean kids or even Hoyt has left him closed off and unsure about being vulnerable.

When Tommy is having a bad day it’s more likely to come out as anger, he finds this easier to channel and disperse since he spends a lot of his time running on agression towards victims and knows how to handle it better than sadness.

The first sign things aren’t right is when he’s not back from his basement work for hours after he usually finishes up. Please go drag him out of there or he’ll work until he exhausts himself.

Having a tender hand and giving him room to vulnerable is the best thing you can do for Tommy.

Let him sign to you what the problem is when he’s ready and try help best you can.

He loves it when you let him snuggle into your chest on your shared bed, your fingers threading through his hair, lovingly detangling any knots or snags in his hair. His mask discarded on the bedside table so he can be skin to skin with you.

Spending time with you and Luda may will be therapeutic for him, he may be grown now but he still loves spending quality time with his mama, and with his boyfriend there it’s even more enjoyable. Play a board game together or cards. (Luda will let Tommy win a few rounds because he’s still her baby, but don’t let him know that :’)

RZ! Michale Myers

Giving

Michael will probably know when your having a tough day before you even do considering he spends most of his time silently observing you, he knows your emotions and habits like the back of his (giant ass) hand.

Mikey makes a point of trying to show his concern via acts of service since verbal and physical emotional aren’t his strong suits. This might mean the covers are pulled back from your bed and your handed a slightly burnt grilled cheese for breakfast. It’s not amazing but he tried lol.

Michael knows you struggle with taking care of yourself on these days and encourages you the best way he knows how. Guiding you to the room you need to be in and standing and staring until you do the task, you can try move past him but he’s like a brick wall in coveralls.

He knows when it’s time for you to take off your binder and let yourself relax. Either he tries his tried and true method of stubbornly staring and insisting you do it or he’ll unceremoniously man handle it off you and throw it aside. He’s not complaining about the view either.

Receiving

Michael tends to stay out for longer if he’s not feeling good. The need to shed blood hitting a peak, eating away at his insides and clouding his mind until he can satisfy it. He’ll return home more dirtied up than usual, caked in slowly drying blood and maybe even dirt if he gets into a scuffle with a hardheaded victim.

Mikey dumps his knife in the sink and shrugs off his dirty coveralls in the laundry room, throwing on some comfy gray sweats and a loose white T-shirt. Adorning his favourite paper pumpkin mask.

He’ll seek you out even if he’s still covered in splats of darkening blood and flop onto you with his full weight, demanding your attention. He’s clingier than usual, this gives you leeway to pamper him.

After a round of cuddles try get Michael into the bathroom to clean him up, despite his preference towards gore he doesn’t actually like feeling grimy, not being able to cope with the sensory issues it brings.

He would feel very cared for if you clean his wounds before getting him in the bath. Run your fingers over his scars and marks from past victims, tenderly kiss his top surgery scars.Mikey will melt under your hands if you detangled and wash his hair for him, especially if you tie it into a bun or ponytail for him to keep it off his neck and face, preventing the sensory issues mentioned earlier.

Asa Emory

Giving

Asa knows some days can be more taxing than others, especially in the situation you two share. Anyones mental health would be fragile considering your literally being kept as a pet to a serial killer. He can see during training that you blindly follow along with instructions with a glassy far away look in your eyes. This won’t do, he needs your full attention. He hates to admit it but your his little bug and he hates to see you hurting when he’s not the one responsible for it.

On days when you feel particularly hopeless about your situation or self he’ll be softer on you. Do not misunderstand, he will still demand your cooperation and obedience/submission but the consequences will be lessened or saved for later when you have the energy and attention to react accordingly.

Asa will bring you with him about his day. Sitting you under his desk with the chain from your collar wrapped around the desk leg. Running his hands through your hair and patting your head as he works. After a while you let your eyes flutter shut as you rest your head on his thigh, drifting off to the sound of his pen scratching along paper.

If you’re lacking in energy or unwilling to eat you will be promoted to his lap instead of your usual spot on the floor at your metal bowl. Asa will hand feed you, insuring you get enough nutrients and prying your mouth open with his nitrile gloves to ensure you’ve swallowed it all.

Asa will take you to his bed instead of your trunk or cage/room.

Receiving

After a long week of experiments succumbing to their wounds and dying on him and finicky traps failing, Asa is more than in a shitty mood. After snapping off his gloves and cleaning himself of any lingering viscera he makes his way over to your room.

His eyes crinkle highlighting his crows feet as he unclasps the trunk your contorted into, happier than ever to see his cricket after the day he’s had.

You know he’s had a bad day as it’s much later than his usual visit and he’s lacking the domineering energy he always exudes, to tired and trodden down to be strict.

Asa finds it therapeutic to do your makeup and dress you up (much like the implications with Abby in the collection)

You’ve learned in your years here it’s wise to be on your best behaviour when he gets this way. Being submissive and compliant is a great relief to him when he feels bad as he doesn’t have the energy to argue with you and will just storm out.

Using more honourifics like “sir” or “master” will get you brownie points and help boost his ego. Use “daddy” if your willing to finish what you started 👀

Curling up on him is ensured to pull at his heart strings and help calm him down. Tell him what a wonderful owner he is and how well he takes care of you. Feed into his god complex and worship him. let him know you’re only committed to him and him alone, you don’t need the outside or anyone else, just his attention. Assert his full control over your being and heart.

Not double checked bc eyes feel like they’re bleeding lmao

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Pls can you do “Why is it always you?” for some cozy fall tommy fluff?

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A Pointless Argument

Tommy Shelby

Warnings: mentions of smoking and drinking

After an upsetting discovery, (Y/N) storms out onto the grounds of Arrow House to have a word with her husband.

“Why is it always you?” (Y/N) asked as she approached the table and chairs that Tommy was sitting at.

“Why is what always me?” Tommy asked her, barely opening his eyes to look at her as she stopped in front of him. He didn’t even bother to sit up from his lounged state; his hands still clasped over his stomach and his head resting against the back of the metal chair.

“You always take the last scone in the morning, Tommy…always,” she told him, her distaste for the situation clear in the words she spoke.

“Who’s to say I took it, hmm?” he defended himself, still not sounding like he cared a great deal about the problem at hand as he shut his eyes again, “it could’ve been Charlie…could’ve been Anna,” he then tried to throw the blame onto their children.

“It was you, Tommy, and I have proof that it was,” (Y/N) stayed steadfast on her point, taking her argument a step further as she was ready to back it up with evidence.

“Yeah?” Tommy opened his eyes again so that he could look at her; to see if she was bluffing. She looked pretty serious at the moment, and he was wondering if he’d be able to get her to cave this time.

“Yes,” she nodded definitively.

“What’s your proof?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

“Frances told me that you asked her to bring it to you in your office this morning. You ate it with your morning tea while you were reading the newspaper,” she outlined her evidence, making sure to add as much detail as she could.

Tommy let out a sigh as he stared off at the treeline of changing colors. “I should probably hire new help now, eh?” he asked her then, his sudden question catching (Y/N) off guard.

“What? No…you can’t fire Frances,” she told him, an incredulous look now present on her face.

“She’s sold me out too easily,” he gave his reason.

“She only told me what I already knew,” (Y/N) defended the woman who worked for them. “Besides…” she trailed off then as she moved even closer to the seat that Tommy was sitting on. She nudged his thigh with her knee, making him sit up properly in the chair so that she could sit on his lap. “I’m rather happy that she actually got you to eat something…it’s been at least a week since you’ve had proper food,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders so that she could steady herself on her new seat.

“I’ve eaten this past week,” he tried to defend himself.

“A few mint leaves does not count as proper food, Tommy,” she disagreed with him, a ‘you’re being serious right now?’ look on her face.

“There isn’t a problem with eating mint, love…” He stayed steadfast on his viewpoint, “makes my breath smell good.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his statement. “You can eat anything you want, Tommy…your breath’s still gonna smell like cigarettes and whiskey,” she told him in a matter-of-fact tone.

Tommy rolled his eyes at her comment before he hooked his hands around her waist. She rested herself against his chest and got comfortable as they enjoyed what would probably be one of the last warmer autumn mornings.

“I will say that I like it though,” (Y/N) said softly after a few moments had passed.

“Hmm?” Tommy hummed, opening his eyes only slightly to look over at her.

“The way you smell,” she clarified, “with all these years we’ve been together…it reminds me of home now.”

The corner of Tommy’s lips curved upwards before he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You smell like home too, love,” he mumbled into her hair before inhaling the sweet, calming smell of her shampoo.

(Y/N) smiled as she curled her fingers around the collar of the shirt he was wearing. Some more time passed by silently before she spoke up again, “I’m still not happy that you ate the last scone,” she mumbled while picking at the threads of his waistcoat.

“I thought we were finished with the pointless arguments,” Tommy sighed, knowing all too well that he would not be hearing the end of this for the rest of the day.

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I had a dream last night that could have been a fic and I’m disappointed that it wasn’t.

It was Buck and Eddie like after the last episode after Eddie was like “this changes nothing between us” and at first, everything was fine and normal but then it became very apparent after like six months that something very much had changed between them, like Buck was still dating Tommy and Eddie was still dating Marisol and in the field they were as in sync as ever but then everywhere else there was this weird distance between them? Like they were still best friends but like fundamentally they were Buck and Eddie instead of BuckandEddie like they used to be and everyone else in the 118+ could see it and they couldn’t

And then suddenly they could see it, because Buck was at Eddie’s and something happened and he needed to change his shirt but he realized that for the first time in years, probably since Eddie got shot, Buck didn’t have anything of his at the Diaz house. A couple weeks later, Eddie was telling the 118 a story about Chris and Buck had no idea what’s going on in the story and they (Buck and Eddie) were talking about it and they realize that it’s been a while since Buck picked Chris up from school or just like had a day that was just the two of them. And then there was some gathering at Eddie’s house instead of Bobby and Athena’s, and Buck makes cookies at his loft and brings them and Maddie points it out, and Buck has a mini crisis as he realizes abruptly that he is a guest in Eddie’s house and he was looking around and the couch was new (Marisol had convinced Eddie to buy a new one) and he hadn’t even realized.

And then Eddie and Marisol and Buck and Tommy were going on a double date at Olive Garden of all places but Marisol couldn’t make it, so it was just Buck and Eddie and Tommy and it was awkward and Tommy was like “look i haven’t known you guys as long as everyone else around you but even I can tell that there is something not right here and you need to talk it out and fix it because you’re both not the same with your lives being almost completely separate, it’s like not natural for you two.”

And they start talking except it kinda devolves into grocery store fight 2.0, about Buck not being there for Chris and not being around except this time it’s kinda on both of them and it’s really no one’s fault but it’s kinda both their faults. And this argument makes its way into their work life where they’re just not as in sync in the field.

And then something happened on a call (unclear what) that wasn’t really anyone’s fault but Buck blamed himself and the current issues he’s having with Eddie, and asked Bobby to be put on B-Shift for awhile and it was just super awkward in the firehouse and Bobby was talking to Eddie and was like “I don’t know what’s going on but whatever it is you need to fix it” and Eddie was like “I dont know what’s going on either, Buck and I just aren’t the same since he started dating Tommy” and Bobby was like “maybe you need to evaluate that because that’s something that only seems to be affecting you.”

And then like a week later, Eddie and Marisol broke up, and Marisol was all “it’s because of Buck isn’t it, you love him more than me.” And Eddie did not work through that, he just went to Buck’s despite still sort of being in a fight and they got drunk on Buck’s couch and Eddie kissed Buck just kinda out of the blue and then was like “fuck I didn’t mean to do that” and left.

Buck told Tommy immediately the next time he saw him (because he learned his lesson from Taylor) and Tommy was pretty cool about it but he was also like “hey maybe you should think about that because you don’t actually seem all that upset by the fact that Eddie kissed you just that he kissed you while you’re dating me and I feel like that says something” because Tommy is a real one.

After like two weeks wherein Eddie goes to great lengths to avoid Buck outside of calls despite being on the same shift again, and Buck talking through it in therapy and with Maddie, Buck breaks up with Tommy (who again is very chill about all of it and is like “we can all still be friends just give me a little space for a while”) and then he drove to the Diaz house and Eddie saw him pulling up and met him outside and it was raining so they really should have gone inside but I digress. And Eddie was like “Buck it’s like midnight what are you doing here” and Buck was all “i broke up with Tommy because you kissed me” and Eddie was like “fuck I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that I never meant to get in between you two” and is just sort of spiraling and Buck can’t get a word in so instead Buck kisses Eddie and Eddie is just like “Oh. So you aren’t mad.” And Buck laughed and was all “No I’m not mad I’m in love with you”

And then my neighbor’s kid started screaming and woke me up so I didn’t even get to see the ending and I’m kinda mad about it because I wanna see how everyone else reacted to all of this

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Pop | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: When Wanda struggles with her teenage sons, you step up to help her out

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Homophobia, mild language, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 4.3K

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A/N: This was a request from @gingerninja-93 and it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever written. If you haven’t done so PLEASE go check them out on Wattpad because their work is hella dope. Enjoy!

Teenagers can be a handful. Especially when those teenagers are Billy and Tommy Maximoff. It seemed that their thirteenth birthday was a catalyst for a complete personality shift. Tommy, always the wild child, completely mellowed. He found himself engrossed in the world of video games and began sleeping until noon much to his mother's chagrin. Billy, on the other hand, took a turn for the worse. The once tender and sweet little boy turned into a holy terror. Dinner often ended in arguments, slammed doors, and tears of frustration from Wanda. Not only was she confused about her son's erratic behavior, she also felt like a failure as a mother.

His unruly behavior wasn't confined to home, either. It seemed that at least once a week Wanda was getting calls home from different teachers with tales of outbursts, failed tests, and neglected homework. Detention became another weekly occurrence. Many evenings either you or Wanda had to go pick him up from after school detention.

You tried to reassure Wanda that this was a phase many teenage boys experienced, but even you had your doubts. You had some rough patches as a boy but nothing like what Billy was experiencing. As much as you wanted to help him out, you and Wanda had only been dating for a little over a year. You didn't want to overstep any boundaries seeing as you weren't his father.

The lowest point for Billy was when Wanda called you in tears telling you that Billy had been in a fight at school and needed to get picked up.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Y/N," Wanda sobbed. "He won't listen to anything I say. The arguments are bad enough, but fighting? He wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Look, why don't I go get him, okay? You're upset right now and as much as I love you, sweetheart, you being angry isn't going to help," you sighed, rubbing your temple as you leaned on your other elbow. "Maybe he'll open up if it's just the two of us, I don't know."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to leave early again if you don't have to."

"It's okay. I'm practically done anyways." You shuffled some folders around your desk, seeing which ones you were finished with and which ones you could bring home to finish later. "Call the school and let them know I'll be picking him up, okay? I don't want them to freak out when it's not you."

"I love you," she smiled through the phone.

"I love you too. We'll get him through this, I promise."

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Half an hour and an apologetic note to your boss later, you were standing outside the vice-principal's office at Westview Junior High. Mr. Stearns was having one final chat with Billy Before you took him home. You fidgeted in place, drumming your hands against your thighs as a wave of unease washed over you. You couldn't tell if that was from your worries about Billy or the fact you were standing in the principal's office.

"Mr. L/N?"

You locked eyes with the kindly older gentleman as he opened the door. Billy slunk past him, refusing to make eye contact with either of you as he dragged his backpack over to the bench on the other side of the hall. The sight of him broke your heart: his once bright demeanor was replaced with a sullen introspection, the rosy cheeks and bright eyes swapped for sullen sockets and gaunt hollowness.

"Hey Mr. Stearns," you replied, not taking your eyes off the boy hugging his backpack to his chest.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?"

"You hesitated, not wanting to get too involved. You weren't his father. All of the discipline in the house fell to Wanda. "Yeah, sure. Billy, I'll be out in a minute, bud." He didn't respond, his glazed eyes staring into nothing.

Mr. Stearns shut the door behind you as you took a seat across from his desk. You gulped nervously, unable to shake the feeling you were the one in trouble.

"Your wife called to let me know you'd be picking Billy up," he said, removing his reading glasses and rubbing the red indents on the side of his nose.

"We're not married," you blurted as you felt your face grow hot. "We've been together for almost a year and a half. But I offered to come pick him up so she could calm down a bit. She's pretty upset about all of this."

Mr. Stearns clasped his hands together and leaned on his elbows as he stared down at you. He wore a sympathetic expression on his face. "You know, I've been working with middle schoolers for the better part of forty years now. So I'm not a stranger to this sort of behavior. A lot of kids, especially boys, really struggle at this age. Feelings are new and big and they aren't prepared to deal with all these changes. But when kids change so suddenly, like Mr. Maximoff here, that generally means something's wrong."

"He hasn't said anything to myself or Wanda," you answered truthfully. "To be totally honest I try not to get too involved with the boys."

"Because you're not their father?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I don't think so at this point."

"I just don't want them to get hurt again, you know? They lost their dad a few years ago and I know that's still a hard topic for everyone. So, I don't know, I worry that if something happens between Wanda and myself that it'll break their hearts." You stopped as you felt a lump form in your throat. "Sorry...I love those boys, I really do. But I don't want to replace their father."

"No one will ever replace their father, Mr. L/N. But you're in a position where you can be a good role model for those boys. I understand your concerns about not wanting to hurt them, but if you spend your time worrying about what may or may not happen you're going to miss out on the chance to really get to know them."

You sat there taking in his words. Fatherhood wasn't something that was on your radar before you first met Wanda. But the twins were a part of the deal. If you wanted to have a strong relationship with her, you had to at least try to have a relationship with them.

"As much as I hate to do this, Billy's recent pattern of behavior gives me no choice but to suspend him for the rest of the week. I understand he's struggling but I will not tolerate physical violence in my school." Your heart sank at the prospect of having to tell Wanda about his suspension. She was already at the end of her rope. This wouldn't help.

"I understand. And I'm sorry for all of this in the first place."

Mr. Stearns stood, straightened his tie, and walked over to let you out of his office. "Look," he sighed. "If you can figure out what's going on and there's something I can do to help, please just give me a call."

You nodded as you left the office. Billy hadn't moved from the bench, his eyes still fixated on nothing as they filled with tears.

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The drive home was incredibly uncomfortable. Billy rested his head against the window and gazed out at the passing landscape. You gripped the steering wheel with sweaty palms, unsure if you should say something to him. The soft patter of rain broke the silence as you flipped on the wipers. Sighing loudly, you cleared your throat. Billy looked over at you.

"So what happened?" you asked. Billy shrugged, turning his attention back to the passing fields as he watched the tractors. "Billy," you sighed. "I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm not gonna yell, I'm not gonna ground you, I just want to know what's going on. Your mom's worried about you...and so am I."

Billy wiped his nose with his sleeve and sniffled as he looked down at the ground. "He started it," he whispered.

"What?" In an instant your heart was shattered. "Who started it?"

"John. John Kesler. He wouldn't stop picking on me. So I told him to quit it and he..." Billy's soft voice turned into sobs as tears rolled down his face.

You immediately pulled off to the side of the road, throwing your hazards on as you put the car in park. "Hey bud," you said as you reached out to rub his back as he cried into his backpack. "You're okay, you're okay. But you've gotta tell me what he did. If someone's bullying you, then we need to know so we can deal with it."

Billy nodded, his body heaving as he tried to calm himself down. You kept rubbing his back, the contact helping to ground him as his sobs slowly subsided. "He called me a faggot and pushed me into the lockers." Billy sounded broken as he recounted the stories of relentless name-calling and teasing and taunting that had been going on for a few months now.

"So when did this all start?" you asked. You searched through the glovebox for the travel tissues, handing him the pack as he sniffled. He mumbled something as he blew his nose, but between the honking of snot and the now pouring rain it was hard to understand him. "I missed that."

"It started when he found out who I like. He heard me and Katie talking about it in the library, 'cause we both like the same guy."

The minute he said that everything changed. Your eyes widened as the realization of what Billy told you smacked you upside the head. As he saw the look of shock spread over your face, he bowed his head in shame.

"Please don't tell my mom," he whispered. "She already hates me."

"Billy-"

"Please. I don't want her to know," he begged, his eyes brimming with tears once again. "She's gonna freak out, I know it."

"What? Where'd you get that idea from? You know your mom will love you regardless of literally anything, right?" There was no way anything would make Wanda stop loving her boys. She was a fierce mama bear. If anything, knowing would make her an even more fierce defender.

Billy shrugged. "Don't most parents freak out when their kid comes out?"

"They don't have to," you replied, shooting him a knowing glance. "And to be honest, I don't think it'll even phase her. But if you don't want me to tell her, I won't. I'll let you do that, okay?" Billy nodded, wiping a tear from his face with the back of his hand. "Good. Now let's get you home, okay?"

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"Suspended?! Are you kidding me Y/N?" Wanda threw her hands up in exasperation.

"Look I'm not happy about it either but I think you need to cut him some slack."

"Slack? He got suspended for fighting! He's been cutting class, failing tests, and getting detention! I have to do something!"

"What, ground him? Send him to therapy, boarding school, one of those wilderness camps where they abuse the hell out of troubled kids?"

"Billy has to learn there are consequences for his actions! So yes, he's grounded. And if he keeps it up maybe I will consider boarding school."

You were astounded. You'd never seen Wanda so angry before. You could practically smell the smoke billowing from her ears. It was difficult for you to keep your promise to Billy at that moment. If Wanda knew the truth she would change her tone almost immediately.

"Wanda, please. Let me talk to him. I know I'm not his father but when I was that age there were some things I didn't want to tell my mom. Maybe there's something going on he's not telling us. Maybe he doesn't want you to know. I don't know, I'm grasping at straws here"

"Y/N," she pleaded.

"Half an hour, okay? Give me half an hour."

She stared at you, weighing her options as you stood in front of her. You weren't below getting on your knees and begging. After what Billy confided in you there was no way you'd let her punish him.

"Fine." Wanda's tone was cold. "Half an hour. But that's it." A sense of relief washed over you.

"Tell him to meet me in the garage, okay? Please?" Wanda sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned away and headed to the twins' room.

As soon as she left you raced to the garage all the while trying to remember where you put your boxing gloves. The bag itself was resting in the back corner covered in a light layer of dust and surrounded by snow shovels. You pushed those away, wrapping your arms around the heavy bag and lugging it to the hook in the center of the garage. Grunt escaped your lips as you drove your legs up and lifted it overhead.

"What's that?" It was Billy. He was standing behind you, gawking as you lifted the bag over your head. You grinned, pushing a sweaty strand of hair out of your face.

"This," you said as you slapped the bag with an open palm, "is a heavy bag. Boxers train with it. I've had it for a number of years and I think it's time I show you how to train...just as soon as I find those gloves." You dug around the shelves, pushing aside old paint cans until torn red leather caught your eye in the dim light. You blew the dust off them as you yanked them toward you.

"So these are gonna be a bit big, but once I wrap your hands they should fit a bit better. We can always get you your own, too." You knelt down in front of him, pulling the wraps out of the gloves. "Alright give me a hand." He raised his left hand up. "Now when I was your age, I was an angry kid. I got bullied, too. My family didn't have a lot of money growing up, so I was always in oversized hand-me-downs. I never had a backpack or a lunchbox. We were on food stamps, my mom was constantly out of work, and my dad liked spending more time at the pool house than at home. So yeah, growing up the poor kid in a rich neighborhood sucked." You wrapped his hand meticulously, layering the narrow cloth over his small hands. He watched intently at the intricate pattern you weaved. "Next hand." He switched his hand, flexing his wrapped hand against his side. "So I got angry. I punched holes in my wall, got into fights with my mom and siblings. I started stealing beers when I was twelve. But one day, after I broke a plate by throwing it at my mom's head, my dad dragged me outside to a tree in the backyard. He had an old heavy bag hanging from it and a very old pair of gloves underneath. And he showed me how to box. He told me that whenever I felt angry I could channel that anger into the bag. He said, and I've never forgotten this, that if I kept doing that I wouldn't end up like him. So some days I'd spend hours on that bag and I'd punch it until my hands bled. And honestly? It saved my life." You looked at him as you finished wrapping his wrist. "Now come on, let's get you hitting this thing."

With a quick primer on how to position his hands and feet and the proper way to throw a punch, you let Billy go to town. You stood by and watched, offering snippets of advice here and there. But he was relentless. There was a fire burning in his eyes as he focused on punching the bag as hard as he could. After a series of particularly brutal punches and jabs Billy stepped away from the bag. His small body heaved as he panted, sweat beading on his forehead. You knelt down in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders as you looked him in the eye.

"I know I'm not your father, and I want you to know that I will never, ever try to replace him. You know you can always talk to me about anything if you don't feel comfortable going to your mom, okay? But Billy, you being gay doesn't change the fact that I love you, and being gay doesn't mean you have to put up with being bullied. I am on your side here, bud. John's gonna have to go through me now." Billy gave a little chuckle as you rubbed his shoulder with your thumb. "And when you're ready I know your mom will be there, too."

Billy's eyes filled with tears as he lunged forward and wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you could possibly imagine. You held him close, eternally grateful that you had finally made a breakthrough. "So does this mean we might be able to stop with the detentions and fighting if we get this bullying under control?" You felt him nod against you. "Good," you smiled.

"Can I call you dad?" The question took you by surprise. You hadn't expected that at all. Panic momentarily overtook you as you struggled to find an answer.

"Well I'm not sure about dad, but how about pop? We should probably check with your mom first, but I'm okay with it if she is." Billy grinned as he gave you another hug. "Now if you keep up with boxing you'll get in great shape. That'll definitely help you catch the eye of a respectable young man." He giggled as you ruffled his hair.

As you looked up, you saw Wanda standing in the doorway, one hand over her mouth and the other over her heart, tears streaming down her face as she saw the two of you. You smiled back at her before you looked back at the teenager who just adopted you. "Why don't I get your mom in here so you can talk, okay? You don't have to tell her anything you don't want to, but she needs to know that you're being bullied. We can call Mr. Stearns and let him know, too."

"No, I think I want to tell her everything." He stood a little taller as he told you that. "But can it just be me and her?"

"Absolutely." You groaned as you pushed yourself off the concrete floor.

"Thanks, pop," you heard from behind you. Your heart instantly swelled with pride as you heard yourself addressed by your new title for the first time.

"Everything okay?" Wanda asked as she opened the door for you. You immediately grabbed her waist and pulled her in, kissing her fiercely as she instinctively wrapped her arms around your neck. "What was that for?" she laughed as you broke the kiss.

"I think I've been adopted by at least one of your sons," you replied. Wanda cocked an eyebrow, thoroughly confused. "He wants to talk to you. But you need to let him talk first, okay? Listen to what he has to say. He really needs you right now." Wanda smiled, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before she walked into the garage where Billy sat unwrapping his hands.

You didn't want to eavesdrop on the most important conversation Billy was ever going to have with Wanda, so you decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. But your curiosity got the better of you. So after you placed the glass in the dishwasher, you crept back to the garage door. As you peered around the corner, you saw Wanda and Billy, both sobbing, hugging each other as tight as they could. You smiled, knowing that things would soon start turning around for all of you.

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"BILLY! Teddy's here!" Wanda called from downstairs.

"Be right down!" you hollered back. Billy was in your room standing in front of the mirror as you taught him how to tie his bowtie. "Got it bud?" you asked, watching as his face furrowed in concentration while his hands fumbled the knot for the umpteenth time.

"Shit," he mumbled.

"Language!" you snapped.

"Sorry, pop," he sheepishly apologized.

"Want me to do it?" you sighed. Billy nodded, the tie draped undone around his neck. You walked over to him, squatting to eye level and skillfully turning the floppy ends into a perfectly sized bow. "Are you excited for the dance?"

"Yeah."

"Nervous?"

"A little," he chuckled.

"That's okay. I was terrified before my first homecoming, too. Just don't step on Teddy's feet while you're dancing and you'll be fine."

"I'll try not to," Billy laughed.

Not only was it Billy's first homecoming dance, it was his first ever high school formal and the first dance he was attending with his boyfriend, Teddy Altman. The two met at the youth boxing class at the Westview Boys and Girls Club. After a couple of months, a conversation about not running up the phone bill, and a very awkward conversation about dating safety and safe sex (which Wanda insisted you have with both boys), Billy nervously went out on his first date with Teddy. You weren't sure who was more nervous: Billy or Wanda. Your fiancé spent the entire afternoon pacing around and rearranging the furniture as she eagerly awaited their return. Much to everyone's relief the date went well, as evidenced by the beaming grins on both the boys' faces. They'd been practically inseparable ever since.

The combination of finally coming out, getting the school involved in stopping the bullying, and having a new boyfriend precipitated a drastic change in Billy. He returned to his previous happy self, brought his grades back up, and stopped picking fights at home and school. As you predicted, Wanda was Billy's fiercest ally. The rainbow flag proudly flew outside the house every day of the year now. Tommy hadn't really cared. Billy was still his twin and he was going to tease him either way, but he would fight anyone who dared to say anything about his brother to him.

"Looking good, kiddo!" You patted his chest as you finished tying his powder blue bowtie. "We should probably go downstairs. Mom will want pictures." Billy groaned. "It's a mom thing, just make her happy."

You watched as Billy jogged out of the room and down the stairs. His dress shoes echoed against the hardwood floor. A sense of pride surged in you as you watched your stepson grow into a man right before your eyes. The last year had been one of the hardest ones you'd experienced, but all of the struggle and strife was worth it. The insurmountable joy of helping to raise the twins made you even more grateful for Wanda every day and was a driving factor in your decision to propose to her.

As you descended into the living room you saw Wanda snapping pictures of Billy and Teddy with her phone. The toothy grins and beaming eyes on both their faces told the entire story. It was a story of love and acceptance and excitement and youth.

"Just a few more!" Wanda said as she grabbed her polaroid camera to snap some instant photos of the boys. You chuckled as Billy rolled her eyes at Wanda, who shot him a look that told him to relax.

"Alright boys, time to head out," you said as you checked your watch. "Tommy: last chance to go to the dance if you want."

"Nah, I'm good," he replied. Tommy was flopped on the couch engrossed in his online video game battle with some of his friends. He wasn't one for school events.

"Okay, but can you run the dishwasher before your mother and I get back please?"

"Yeah, sure thing, pop." He remained glued to the screen.

"Alright let's go!" Wanda grabbed her purse and keys as she headed to the garage.

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It was only a short drive to the high school from the house you and Wanda now shared. The atmosphere in the minivan was one of excitement as you and Wanda shared your high school dance mishaps with the boys.

"Okay so we'll see you at 11. It'll be one of us, I'm just not sure which one," Wanda told the boys as they pulled up to the main entrance.

"Okay mom!" Billy droned as he got out of the van.

"Text us if there's any problems or you want us to come get you early."

"Okay..."

"And remember to go find Mr. Stearns if anyone gives you trouble!"

"MOM! Bye!" Billy slammed the door.

"Thanks Mrs. Maximoff!" Teddy waved through the window before Billy dragged him away from the car. They shoved each other playfully as they half-walked, half-jogged towards the school before Teddy grabbed Billy's hand, their fingers interlocking. Wanda grabbed your hand as you watched them disappear through the double doors. You smiled, grateful that everything was finally okay.

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Maddie’s word choice when Buck told her about his date with Tommy in 705 was so gentle and supportive, as we’ve all discussed. But her words were also SO SLICK!!!

She was treading lightly because she of course knew that this was a sensitive time for Buck AND she also did some math in her head over the course of the conversation and realized that there’s a piece of the equation that Buck is missing. She couldn’t just give Buck the answer though. Some puzzles he’s gotta work out on his own.

So. Looking more closely at the actual dialogue…

Buck gives Maddie the rundown of the evening’s happenings. Maddie notices the date’s pronoun. Then:

Buck: Yeah, okay, I was on a date with a guy. Again, not-not really the point.

Maddie: Mmm, it could very much be the point.

Remember, Buck is upset with himself for lying to Eddie *and doesn’t understand why he did that* He thinks it’s about dating a man in general. I think Maddie suspects it’s actually about Buck’s unrealized/unexpressed feelings for Eddie. The lie Buck is reeling over probably isn’t about dating a man, but about dating the wrong man.

Back to the conversation. Buck explains his allyship, then:

Maddie: So-so now you’re more than an ally?

Buck: It was my first time, it was dinner and a movie, and I - I didn’t even make it to the movie.

Maddie is following Buck’s reasoning in the ally part of the conversation, but clearly not quite vibing with parts of it. She’s in support mode, basically honoring Buck’s process and his journey. But still trying to navigate her own in the moment reactions without freaking Buck out. Treading lightly.

After Buck’s last remark above, cue Maddie’s haunted facial expression in which she clearly reviews countless past events and conversations with Buck in light of his new discovery about himself:

Maddie: Wow.

Buck: What, ‘wow’?

Maddie: No, not ‘wow’. Like, ‘Wow. I didn’t think that’s where your interests would lie.”

From my perspective she clearly and firmly rejected the ‘wow, you’re queer, what the hell. Way to be a massive enigma little brother’ interpretation…because obviously she would reject that. But that second clarification ‘wow’ doesn’t mean what Buck thought it meant. I honestly do NOT think she was saying ‘I didn’t think/know that you might be into guys too’.

Maddie is basically Buck mom for all intents and purposes, and she knows him well. To be fair, most people close to Buck know him better than he knows himself in key ways so with Maddie’s canon comments about Buck’s sexuality over the years, there’s no way she didn’t have her hunches. Period. What I think Maddie actually meant was that she didn’t think Buck had eyes for any guy but Eddie at this point. After doing the new math in her head real quick, of course.

I think that tracks with what she said a little later and how she said it:

Maddie: Okay, I don’t think you’re a fraud, I just think that maybe you’re not sure of your own feelings yet. And if there’s something that you need to tell Eddie, you will. Just, in your own time.

Between that line and her facial expressions, Maddie was on a damn journey! Imho it took everything in her to not just say ‘Wait what?! Eddie is your person my guy let’s be so for real right now’. She was a mix of confused and exasperated in the home stretch of that conversation lol. Still she showed up, met Buck where he was at, and supported him.

Then to top off that whole ‘coming out’ and ‘feeling like a fraud’ scene, Maddie says to Buck “so tell me about the hot pilot” and the scene immediately transitions to Eddie in bed with Marisol. Yeah, Eddie is the hot pilot in question. Buck just hasn’t figured it out yet, and Maddie realizes **all of that** now!

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9-1-1 thoughts and predictions because I need to get them out

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Ok so firstly can’t even begin to express my excitement over 7x04 accept omfg thank fuck abc took over shout out to Tim and Oliver for wanting to fucking go for this story and also shout out to the intimacy coordinator for that phenomenal kiss like insane I screamed.

Ok now I got that out I need to get out my very rough thoughts over what I think might happen over the rest of season 7 specifically focusing on buck, Tommy and Eddie.

Firstly I think that buck’s storyline is going to be beautiful and clumsy and all about rediscovering romance and relationships. I think he’s going to mess up and need to work on redefining what he thinks he needs to be in a relationship all with the help of Tommy. Honestly I already ship them even if I truly believe buddie will end up together I can’t wait to watch buck grow more comfortable and confident in himself and his sexuality. Also just wanna quickly gush about how much I love that Tommy calls him Evan ah just amazing choice that name symbolises so much for that character it’s just *chefs kiss*. It’s all just so special and such an important story to tell I could cry again.

Anyway I think their relationship will be pretty exploratory, filled with nerves, excitement and new firsts. I think Tommy is going to be there hold bucks hand though it all but he also isn’t gonna put up with any nonsense which I think will be really fun to see.

However I do think ultimately later in the season Tommy will break off their relationship I think it will be amicable but buck will be rather upset about. However unlike bucks last relationship I think Tommy will actually care and listen to buck and even though it might be over between them I feel like he will reassure buck that it’s not because he’s exhausting or unloveable. It will just be that they aren’t meant for each other (weather that’s because they want different things or that he sees that buck might want someone else who knows) and I think they will probably stay in contact and eventually become friends down the road.

Ok that was long but that’s where I think buck will be at the end of the season. I think he’ll be openly out as bi to the whole of the main cast, will be comfortable and confident in his sexuality. However he will also be a little heartbroken over Tommy but not destroyed by and maybe considering opening himself up to new opportunities.

Then over to Eddie now while I think Eddies story will have him leaning on buck at times I think it will be very introspective and family oriented. We know that in 7x05 Eddie is going to be reevaluating his relationship with Marisol. What I think is going to happen is that him and Marisol are going to reach a similar point in their relationship to when he was with Anna where things are going to start getting more serious and there’s going to be talks of the future and commitment. I think he might freak out again although this time he’ll be aware of it, because of this he will talk to others (Buck? Bobby? Hen?) and will basically ask why he can’t make it work with her when she’s “perfect” etc. I think these conversations will lead to Eddie having to reevaluate why he’s choose these women? Why he’s dating? What does he want? Why does he want that? Etc.

I think would also be really interesting if there was a conversation with Chris about all this about how he doesn’t want Eddie to find him a new mum or “fix” what they have. Ultimately I think by the end of the season Eddie and Marisol will have broken up and Eddie will start a long journey of self discovery and figuring out what he actually wants. Because unlike Buck who’s always searching for the missing pieces or what he wants, Eddie shies away from searching or reflection and chooses instead to pursue the truths he’s set in place for himself what he needs.

Ultimately I think by the end of season 7 Buck will be out and proud, a little heartbroken but ready to start a new chapter and Eddie will be starting some serious self reflection with the help of his family and possibly Frank. Then maybe in season 8 they will come to terms with that they’re are searching for each other but knows.

Anyway thanks to anyone who read this I really just needed it out I haven’t stopped thinking since the episode came out.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [22]

chapter twenty-two, act three: so far (it's alright)

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June 7th 2014

She’s not sure when it starts.

The beginning of the performance, or maybe during Sex when she hears a distant voice call out for her to show her tits.

But at one point in the performance all the noises seem to bleed into one overwhelming siren that blares harshly in her ears.

Ross’ tall frame beside her isn’t enough to hide her from the shadows of light that slithers across her body.

Matty’s comforting words each time he passes by her to grab a drink aren’t making it to her head, George’s smiles aren't reassuring her and Adam’s side hugs when they happen to be close enough aren’t enough to stop her from spiralling.

It’s been seven months. Seven.

She thought maybe it was the end, maybe they’re finally gone and she can live her life anxiety free.

But now, as the lights are too bright causing her head to pound and the guitar strings make her fingers sweat she knows what's coming.

She doesn’t even notice Matty has done his speech, doesn’t notice Ross turning with his smile wide until his hand is on her shoulder, finger accidentally brushing the still red spot from the furious scratching a few days ago.

That’s what makes her snap out of it, the remembrance of the pain she felt.

“You good?”

She nods, “I’m gonna go for a smoke.”

“Wait, I’ll-”

She doesn't wait, her guitar is abandoned and left behind, she trusts Adam will look after it, she’s passing Caleb whose smile falls as he watches her retreating frame.

“Tommie?”

He follows after her quickly, watching her round corner after corner until she slams open the backdoor and gasps.

She gulps in the air greedily, acting as if the oxygen is her last meal as she falls to the gravelled ground.

Caleb winces, there’s all sorts out in the back alley, cigarette butts, smashed glass even old setlists.

“Babe, you’re gonna hurt yourself, get up.”

She doesn’t listen, back now against the wall, hand to her chest as she pushes back against her racing heart.

He crouches in front of her, “Tommie? What’s wrong? Why’re you upset?”

She tries to look at him but there’s a layer of tears in the way. “Hmm? Answer me, Babe, I can’t help if I don’t know what's wrong? Was it something the crowd said? The signs? Did Matty say something?”

She’s panicking now.

Seven months. Seven months. Seven months.

That's all she keeps repeating to herself in her head.

‘You lasted seven months. You were good for seven months. You didn't need anyone for seven months.’

“Tommie? Babe, come on, talk to me, yeah?”

He reaches out, hand on her collarbone and she flinches. She flinches so hard her head smacks against the wall. Caleb physically recoils, not at her reaction but at the noise her head makes when it meets the concrete.

“Babe? Just- Just breathe.”

He tries to reach for her and she shakes her head at the feel of his silk shirt, she hates the feel of silk, and the fabric on his arms makes her tongue itch.

This time when he reaches forward, he does it so quickly and with so much force that she can’t hit him away.

“Babe? Babe, you’re okay, I’m here with you…”

“Do- Don’t, please-”

“Babe? Tommie?”

“Don’t touch- don’t-”

“Baby?”

“Matt.”

She gasps his name out in one quick breath that seems to then get lodged in her throat with everything else she wants to say.

“It’s okay, shh.”

Matty crouches beside Caleb, hand on his shoulder, his other hand reaches to gently grasp Tommie’s hand. He allows her to take control, watches her hand lift, hesitate, and then fall into his grasp.

He lets her curl her hand around his, lets her tug him closer, waits for her to nod before his other hand moves.

Her other hand flies up to grip his leather jacket, “Focus on me, yeah?”

He lets go of Caleb to cover her ears tightly, her hands leave his jacket to grip his wrists and he nods encouragingly at her.

“It’s okay.”

She leans forward moving so one of her ears is against his chest listening to his heartbeat. His now free hand that no longer needs to block out any outside noise moves to play with her hair.

He tugs, twirls and pulls on her hair until he gets bored and moves his hand to trace down her back.

She lets her hand clench the soft fabric of his cotton t-shirt, running it through her fingers.

He’s not sure how long they’re like that for. She never starts crying, the layer of tears don’t break for a while but when they do it’s to die down, never once spilling over the edge.

It’s Adam who finds them, worriedly taking over and holding her close. Then when Matty takes a few moments to lift himself up he realises Caleb has gone.

He glances down at Adam who is sat spread out on the floor, Tommie curled into his side, eyes blinking sleepily at the cuts in his jeans.

Matty kisses her on the back of the head and passes a hand over the top of Adam’s head as he leaves.

His strides are long and purposeful as he moves through the building.

Caleb flinches at a harsh grip on his shoulder that twirls him around to face Matty, “What?”

“Your girlfriend is out there struggling to fucking breath and you’re having a drink.”

“Seems you’ve got it covered, mate.”

Matty pulls him back when he tries to turn away from him, “She was having a panic attack, you didn't seem to be doing anything.”

“I tried.”

“You didn’t try hard enough.” Matty accuses.

Caleb scoffs and shakes his head, “You know, I asked her, couple weeks into dating, I asked her if anything went on with any of you, she said no, starting to think she lied.”

Matty tries not to physically flinch at the fact that she outright lied about them to her boyfriend, but then as he thinks about it, he doesnt think he’d admit to a girlfriend that he slept with the only female member of the group.

Caleb scoffs, “I should’ve known, God, I mean, the way you crawl after her, it’s embarrassing, Matty.”

“This isn’t about me, or any of my feelings which aren’t your concern, mate. Your girlfriend, who you claim to love, is out there and she needs you. You, not me, she doesn’t want to see me-”

“Wonder why,” Caleb says, placing his drink down to give him his full attention, “I’m being serious. What did her precious Roddy have to do to make her not want to see you?”

When Matty doesn’t give in he carries on, “Was it the drugs? The drinking? The whores you take back to the bus every night? What was it, Matty? Must’ve been really bad since she stooped so low for you in the first place. Hell, if she went for you who knows how many more she’s gone for.”

“She needs you, Caleb.” Matty says, teeth grit and bared, his fists are clenched they shake with anger but he resists for Tommie’s sake.

“No,” He shakes his head, “She needs a good fucking wake up call,” He says harshly, finger pushing into his chest, “She’s better than you, and you don’t like that-”

“Better than me? Oh, by far,” He agrees, “She doesn’t even need to try. You’re just jealous, not of me and her, or just me, you’re jealous of the fact she’s so much more better than you and your shitty little garage ba-”

Matty gets cut off as Caleb shoves him back, he hits the bar top behind them and only grins as Caleb steps closer, “Keep my band out of this, junkie.”

“Your band?” Matty teases, “You’re little failing punk rock country wannabe band? Wise up, Caleb, you’re not going anywhere, you’d be better off slinging burgers in Burger King. At least then they’ll never run out of grease with that fucking mop of hair arou-”

He shoves him back again, Matty grits his teeth, and doesn't let the pain show on his face.

“You two deserve each other, one racist and one slag-”

Caleb’s hitting the floor before anyone knows what’s happened, red covering his hand and spilling out of his nose.

Matty’s eyes widen and he looks back at Ross who’s hand is full of red, “What the fuck?”

Tommie sniffles breaking apart from Adam to crouch beside her boyfriend, the pair having come back in at the wrong time, “Ross!”

“Don’t blame me!” The bassist yells.

“You punched my boyfriend, I just watched you.”

“He called Matty a racist and you a slag!”

Tommie turns to Caleb slowly and grimaces at the smell of alcohol on his breath, “Get up.”

“Ow, I can’t-”

“Get up.” She says sternly, shoving him towards the door, she casts one glance back into the room, meeting eyes with Matty once before disappearing.

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“I’m sorry.”

Ross sits beside her timidly, legs bouncing up and down like a child, she nods, head still resting on her hand as she stares out into the street. “It’s fine Ross, you were protecting your best friends, I’d have done the same.”

He copies her movements chin on hand and watches cars pass by the venue, “Where’s Caleb?”

“No idea, we argued, I sent him home, he was drunk.”

“Argued?”

“I told him you were in the right, he said that you weren’t involved therefore had no right to intervene. Then I told him he’s a fucking know it all red white and blue flag loving puss-”

“You insulted him?”

“For eight straight minutes, called him every American insult I could possibly come up with, made a few words up, he was too drunk to even notice anyway-”

Ross sighs, “What happened after you argued?”

“He left, again, seems to be all we’re doing lately.”

She sighs, shoulders slightly, “Maybe I should just break up with him.”

“Do you want to?”

“No, yes, no… maybe? I don’t know, I’m just so… confused.”

“Confused? About what?”

She shrugs, “He made me happy for a while, but I’m starting to think maybe it was more of he gave me a distraction.”

Ross sighs, “Look, I’m not going to tell you what to do, but he likes you, and I think you like him-”

“He told me he loves me,” She says, “On my birthday, right before he gave the worst head in the history of sex.”

Ross’ nose curls, “Don’t want that image, thanks.” He says before getting back to the topic, “What did you say?”

“Nothing, stared blankly at the ceiling and after ten seconds faked it.”

“Please, don’t talk about your sex life with me.”

“You guys talk about your sex life all the time.”

“That’s different, I think of you as a little sister, I don’t want to know about curly Caleb going down on my little sister.”

She snorts at the nickname, “Do you love him?” Ross then asks.

“I don’t know.” She says, then she answers honestly, “No.”

She turns to him quickly, “But I could,” She says with a nod, “I could love him, I think, if I tried a little harder.”

Ross remains silent letting her talk, offering nothing but a comforting hand on her arm. “He’s an easy person to love.”

“Yeah, but loving someone and being in love with someone are very different things, Tommie. Don’t force yourself to love him if you can’t.”

“I can.” She tells him, “I think I can.”

“But you don’t know.” He says quietly, “Why are you with him?”

She rings her hands together, twirling the silver jewellery around, “He’s nice, and he- he pays attention to me. He wants me. I’ve never had anyone want me before.”

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If somebody says one more time that Kai deserved to not only get kicked but also beaten up by jay in that one fight scene in crystallized I will THROW HANDS. No, I DO NOT hate jay. But I DO HATE tommy anderson

we know why jay acts the way he does. we have information about his past. we have an entire season about him and how he perceives himself (sky bound). Nadakhan literally pointed out that jay uses jokes to cover up insecurity. His true potential showed that he was insecure about being himself (until nya talked to him etc). We got like three seasons of him being the hero and saving entirety of Ninjago.

We were given Information about Cole’s past. We saw his childhood with his gorgeous mom. We saw in his true potential how he desperately wanted to be accepted by his dad. We saw Zane’s past. We saw how he sacrificed himself for the Ninja, understanding and acting upon the same words Kai had told him, “it’s about family, not numbers”. The writers could dive into Zane more, but we got something. And we also got some Nya, why she’s a perfectionist, why she isn’t that verbal, why she’s Independent; Kai said so himself, after all. Even though I wish we saw her talk with Nyad more, we still got her. And the entire series is about our boy Lloyd. And even though every one of them could be explored so much more, we got something. And for a few ninja, we got a lot of something’s. But not Kai. Rarely Kai.

Kai’s true potential was protecting someone. And I loved that, I did. But that’s it. If anything, it literally points out that no, he is not selfish. We never got a season truly revolving around Kai’s childhood struggles/trauma. Why is he reckless? Why is he protective? Why does he never cry? While the other ninja have their spotlights, Kai never had his. He is such a complex character (that ninjago refuses to dive into) and that’s why I love him so much.

I know. I know Kai can be rude to Jay sometimes, and bully him, but if it came down to it, Kai would die for him. Because this is the man that makes his sister happy, because jay does mean a lot to kai. Kai doesn’t show it - frankly, he doesn’t show a lot of things. And I know this doesn’t entirely excuse the way he acted toward jay before, but why. I want to know why he acts like that. But the writers never dwelled on it. Jay is allowed to confront and express his feelings about how Kai for ‘bullying’ him, but not like this ( by the way, idk if I guys noticed but lately Kai has been complimenting/hyping jay up a lot now.)

And when jay, who is grief stricken, leads him self to believe only he loved nya in the entire world, kai is allowed to get angry. Kai is allowed to feel anger towards someone acting like no one else loved nya when Kai raised her. Protected her. Did everything for her. Just because we did not see as much of Kai grieving as we did of Jay, does not mean Jay was more upset. For all we know, Kai was dying on the inside. She was his sister for gods sake.

Kai did not “deserve” that kick. And if you genuinely think that, i honestly do not know what to tell you.

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Steddie Bigbang #177: Infernally Yours is HERE!

Finally, after months of work I am SO HAPPY to start publishing my contribution to @steddiebang, a post-Season 3 AU in which Hopper doesn't go to Russia, the Byers family stays in Hawkins, and Steve Harrington finally agrees to play DnD with Hellfire. Chapters 1 and 2 are up today, chapters 3 and 4 will go up on the 9th, and the last two chapters (and the epilogue) will be posted on the 16th.

Here's the link to the story on Ao3 and a preview below :) I can't wait to see what you all think!

Listen. Steve Harrington knew that he had some sins to pay for, okay? He was kind of a stuck-up shit for most of high school and while he didn’t go out of his way to, like, ruin anybody’s day – cough, cough, Tommy Hagan – he also didn’t really reach out to anyone who needed help either. He’d led on a lot of girls before Nance, too, and if judging by the fact that the only girls he dated these days wanted a good time and not a long time, well, he had some work to do on the whole “relationship” and “finding everlasting love” front. But he’s done the work to be better! Granted, a lot of the work consisted of him getting beaten up and/or tortured by other people while protecting a group of unthankful little shitheads, but it’s still progress. And, not to brag, but he got Robin Buckley as a best friend out of the whole thing, so really, Steve Harrington’s not doing so bad on the whole “redemption” thing, thank you.

So why, why does the universe continue to torment him?

“ – and that’s when Lorcan Fairwood used Horde Breaker to fire into the pack of gnolls, dealing five points of damage to Kazar, the gnoll pack leader, and then Eddie said - ”

“Dingus,” Robin hissed, knocking her elbow into Steve’s and dislodging him from his thoughts. “Get Dingus Junior to knock-it-off with this dork talk before I knock him into the recent returns.”

Groaning, Steve rubbed his palms against his dry eyes and braced for impact. “We got it, Henderson, Munson’s the best thing to ever happen to Dorks and Demons - ”

“ – Dungeons and Dragons, Steve, I know that you know that’s what it’s called - ”

“ – and as much as I like hanging out with you, dude, these multi-hour play-by-plays aren’t convincing me that this nerd shit is, like, fun or whatever,” he finished with a sigh. Robin shot him an exasperated but grateful look and then slid her newest stack of freshly rewound returns his way.

“Shelving time, doinkus.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes and reached for the stack.

Dustin snorted and kicked at the front of his desk, which, the attitude on this kid, seriously. “Guess Eddie was right.”

Steve froze. What the hell does that mean?

“What the hell does that mean?”

Dustin snorted again before spinning to face Steve, his hands falling to his hips. “Eddie said says that jocks only care about other jocks. And jock stuff.”

“Hey, okay, first of all, there’s only one of us that’s actually saved your life multiple times and it’s not Eddie Munson, so jot that down,” Steve snapped, dropping the tapes back onto the counter (and ignoring Robin’s yelp as they tumbled everywhere). “And second, just because we don’t have the same interests doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, man. That’s a shit thing to say.”

Henderson folded inward, his eyes dropping towards the ground and voice losing its normal intensity. “Sorry, Steve.”

“And third – look, Henderson,” Steve sighed at Dustin’s drooping. (Look, he was a little shithead with the biggest ego in every room, but he was Steve’s little shithead and he hated to see him upset – even when it was his own fault.) “Maybe it isn’t like, totally boring in the moment or whatever, but getting a two-hour play by play after your game every Saturday isn’t doing a whole lot to convince me, man.”

“Well,” Dustin perked up slightly and cleared his throat, “we’re always looking for new members - ”

“Nope, no way.”

“Steve,” Henderson’s whining was out in full force now, “it would be so much fun! You wouldn’t even have to do that much work; I could help you get started and - ”

“No.”

“ – seriously, I can make you a character sheet so fast, and our party could really use another fighter anyways - ”

“No, Henderson!”

“ – besides, we haven’t gotten to hang out with you as much now that school started, and you know that Will’s having a hard time because everyone keeps calling him ‘Zombie Boy’ and he would be so excited to have you playing with us - ”

Shit, he’s pulling out the Zombie Boy card. Shit, shit, shit.

“Henderson - ”

“ – and, you know, I totally believe you and everything but Mike is pretty convinced that you’re still an asshole, especially with everything Eddie’s said, and this could be your chance to prove him wrong!” Dustin finished emphatically, his chest puffing with exertion.

Steve shot an exasperated look over the top of the Horror section towards Robin, who was pouting in mock-agreement with Dustin.

Traitor.

Sighing, Steve shoved Friday the 13th onto the shelf and dropped his gaze towards Dustin. “One game.”

Dustin let out a loud whoop, hopping in place and punching wildly at the air. “YES!”

“Just one game, Henderson, that’s it.”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Letting out an even louder victory cry, Dustin raced for the door. “I’m going to get working on your character sheet right now – Wednesday, 3:30 in the drama room,” Dustin said, whirling around to point at Steve. “You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”

“YES! Don’t worry Steve, you won’t regret this!” Dustin beamed and then he was out the door, disappearing into the October sun.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie big bang #steve harrington my beloved #hellfire club

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rogueddie · 1 year

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oh my god season one steve defender, hello

am i glad to find you because i’ve ben rewatching stranger things and the fanon version of steve before the upside down seems on the harsh side now. and the way the show was comparing him to jonathan who was dealt a shitty hand in life made people a bit biased.

like, he was asshole, not refuting that! but also he was a moody teenager who didn’t know better and peer pressure is a bitch even without people making assumptions about you and your big empty house. (i think a big part of steve being so gone on nancy was because she didn’t treat him like he was an asshole. unlike others who made it seem given.)

also he tried to rectify his mistakes. didn’t try to run from that. went to jonathan to apologize, even when his face was still fucked up from the beating he got and not knowing what jonathan was doing with nancy, exactly. he trusted nancy. he was jealous and lashed out in the worst way possible but he chose to trust her—like she trusted him before he went and hurt her. didn’t want to disappoint her again.

also he made the right choice at the most important time. running back to nancy after she threatened him with a gun and a literal monster jumped out? most teenagers—hell, even adults—would not do that, not even the kind and mature ones.

he wasn’t involved with the interdimensional monster shit, unlike nancy and jonathan who each had a person they lost to it and were in deep. he chose to be involved. like. people seem to think that the upside down and its subsequent trauma was what made steve a good person. he was good to begin with, he just needed a push. the upside down didn’t happen to steve, it was the other way around. that’s a big part of why i love his character: his choice to be involved. a lot of people understate that. like.

steve isn’t connected to anyone in the party. he’s there for them all nonetheless. a rich kid just inserted himself into danger to save people, how come he catches so much heat from others?

he wasn’t bad, is what i’m getting at. he acted bad. he was innately good and just had to practice that goodness outside the influence of mouthbreathers.

Oh, people are definitely too harsh on Steve. But that's entirely the Duffers fault, I'm convinced. Most people won't have watched s1 for a while so things like Robin insisting that Steve used to be an asshole will be informing their perceptions of early Steve, or Steve telling Nancy that he really needed that knock to the head like he was the worst person before that.

He was definitely problematic, majorly so. It was his friends who were the assholes but he didn't try that hard to stop them- we see him trying to scold Tommy for going too far, but it's only after he implies that Jonathan is responsible. He initiates it too, even if his comment isn't necessarily that bad.

And trying to make up for his mistakes? That was almost immediately afterwards as well. With the implication of his father cheating, obviously he's going to be paranoid about that type of thing happening to him just like his mom. It makes sense that he'd overreact and went way too far. He was upset and a kid!

Plus, on the point of him choosing to go back- isn't he the only one who really chooses to keep getting involved in the Upside Down, even though he doesn't really have any personal stakes in it?

Like, s1 he's given an out. Nancy pointed a gun at him and Jonathan isn't exactly a friend, but he goes back anyway. And in s2, he could've told Dustin no. He didn't need to babysit or agree to help him, he had no real reason to and it's heavily implied that the two aren't close at all. Then in s3, he could've turned Dustin away too. Why would Steve want to waste time on translating Russian? He had a job! S4 is the only time he has any personal stakes bc at that point he's good friends with Dustin and it's a clearly dangerous situation.

He's always had a very clear pattern of behavior that is the same now as it was in s1. Considering he's a rich kid, it would make sense that hed get stuck in a certain crowd too and of course theyd be assholes.

#ask #I'm going to brainwash everyone into also loving season 1 steve

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ghostlysenses · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the waiting fanfic cause I just read it and I neeeeeed quackity and tommy to go and confront Karl and Sapnap cause I feel like that would be sad and angsty at the same time

if you don’t want to that’s fine but I really just need to know what would happen

😘💕

oh?! Id love tooo!!

Why weren’t you there!!!

Tw: Angst, Confrontation, go read part 1

Quackity abruptly stood up, tears still streaming down his face, fists balled up in anger “I need to find them tommy…”

Tommy looked up at him, he had no idea what to say

“do you uhh, want me to come with…?”

Quackity had thought about it, he doesn’t think tommy can help with this, its a family matter after all, so instead he said

“How about you stay here, gather all of her things and take them back to Los Nevada”

Tommy nods, and with that Quackity leaves

It took him awhile to find them both, but eventually he found it

Kinoko Kingdom

and looked over it with rage

it filled him head to toe

~~~Meanwhile, with Tommy~~~

Tommy had first removed your corpse and had buried it right next to your Papas house

He then went back and looked through your room

He found old photos

he doesn’t think this family will ever look that happy again.

He starts putting things in boxes, well whatever isn’t overgrown by nature

~~~~Back to Papa!~~~~

As Quackity stepped up to them, looking like he was ready to kill, sapnap and karl stared back

“Quackity? what are you doing here” Sapnap

“Did you forget something?” Quackity asks

Both of his ex lovers stare in confusion

as he takes out a frog key

“Do you know what this is?! DONT YOU BOTH HAVE ONE?!” He shouts, with so much anger his voice is a little raspy

As Karl stares in confusion

Sapnaps eyes

SNAP!

wide open

he did forget something….someone….very important

~~Tommy!~~

He found a small picture book

You on Karls shoulders, hands up in the air!

It seemed like you were all at the beach, sunny aspect, ur hair was up in pigtails, and well the bath suit all might be dead give aways

Another photo hand you grabbing onto Quackity and pointing to a duck, ironic.

he can imagine you yelling QUACK!!! QUACK!!!

at your papa.

The next page had one of you and sapnap, u were running away with his headband. It looked like he was just about to grab you too!

He turned the next page but some was covered by moss, he tried to recover what he could but

man can’t beat nature

He set it down in the box, and went to the record player.

~~Fathers~~

“We..forgot someone?” Karl says tilting his head, quackity glared at him. When sapnap was snapped back to reality he finally spoke

“Oh my god…how lo-“

“a long time, to long, even after death she….she stayed and waited…”

Sapnap pulled out his key, they always had it in their pockets…how could they forget someone so important, their own child ffs!!

He walks over to quackity and tries to hand it to him

but he refuses

“Quackity just take it, we forgot her, we dont dese-“

“You have just as a right to be upset as I do, but y/n would not want you to wallow like this, She doesn’t blame you….I think she just wanted to see someone one more time.” He pushed the key back to him

Sapnap stared at him, tears in his eyes

Quackity smiled….

Quackity looked at his fist, bloody from Sapnaps now bloody nose.

As Sapnap landed on his back

Quackity bent down and grabbed the key “But I do blame you” he spits at him, with venom lacing his tongue.

He walked away

leaving a sad and angry sapnap

and a very confused and worried Karl

~~~~With tommy!!~~~~

Tommy had just about finished up packing up everything.

It was nearing sunset.

He set down one last empty box (He brings them back and forth) and heads over to your bed.

He’s packing pillows, blankets, and some plushies.

He sees that some look familiar, he thinks he’s seen you walking around with these.

They were like comfort items.

He doesnt want these getting into dreams hands, or any of your stuff…that could damage Quackity really bad.

He’ll have to tell Quackity to hide it all..

Once he’s done packing he looks around and suddenly…

the room seems

Like a weight has been lifted, or a tension is now gone.

He feels better too, he doesnt know how to explain it but it feels good.

Happiness?

Relief?

…..

Closure..?

Either way-

He sighs with content before grabbing the box and heading outside

he turns and takes one final look at the house

and to be honest

he likes to think

y/n felt, whatever he did, too…

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anonymous-dentist · 1 month

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I'm sorry there are people using anon to be dicks :( like yeah, maybe you were a bit harsh in getting your point across, but I wasn't at all offended even though I like myself a bolas (Charlie, Jayden, Carre, Etoiles, Mouse and Roier included) family headcanon. People, if you get offended by AD's point of view it only means that you're in the wrong here :P

Tbh I’m only harsh because I’ve been getting threats and insults in my inbox since Purgatory started over this stuff and I’ve seen others get harassed over on Twitter about it and like. It’s frustrating, yk? Especially when they’re going around changing the wiki and harassing ccs like Baghera for not doing “found family” the way they want, like it’s not funny or cute to act like this over a headcanon you like.

I don’t mind headcanons! I have SO MANY, including relationships. Like I fully see Cellbit and Baghera as found family, and I’ve been on the Morning Crew Found Family train since September-ish.

The difference here is that I’m not a dick about it, and I’m not trying to force my headcanon to become canon by changing wikis or harassing ccs or spreading hate against people who disagree with my headcanon.

Sure, me saying that the Bolas Family isn’t canon has been called “spreading hate” by Bolas Fans in my own inbox (the audacity of that btw), but there’s a difference between me pointing out the questionable choices those fans are making in relation to a headcanoned family dynamic and them, say, harassing Baghera over her little ‘tunnel into Phil’s house’ rp moment to the point of her questioning her own rp and abandoning it in favor of going to hang out with other characters on the server.

It has been MONTHS of almost non-stop harassment from that part of the fandom- and this doesn’t even include me getting upset over a certain subset of fans butchering canon to try and make new versions of Wilbur and Tommy for Phil to adopt.

I think that there are ways to do Bolas Found Family that actually make sense, like in a cult-y way or just. Without making everyone Phil’s kids, including characters who never really interacted with Phil before Purgatory like Mousey or Carre or Roier. You can be family with people without calling them by a familial title. I personally see my former neighbor as family without thinking of her as an aunt or a grandma, she’s just Samantha (name changed for her own privacy.) It’s possible, and it’s really common, and it could work with Bolas.

But overzealous fans’ actions have solidified themselves as Annoying, and they refuse to listen to anyone with other points of view. They bully fans and creators and they act like total children and I refuse to treat them like adults until they start proving that they are adults.

Rant over, I’m just tired of getting told to kill myself over goddamn headcanons.

#asks!#anon!

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frracturedjaw · 2 years

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Hi! saw you’re requests are open and if you’re up to it I was wondering if you would do HCs for Thomas and Bubba on the readers birthday?

happy birthday! (thomas hewitt + reader, bubba sawyer + reader)

an: of course! thank you for the request! i can only assume it’s your birthday, so congrats on making it this far anon!

Bubba Sawyer

* birthdays are serious business in the Sawyer household. you survived another year out here? hot damn!!

* Bubba is especially thrilled about celebrations, but a celebration for his favorite person?? he’s over the moon!

* takes it upon himself to prepare a whole birthday bash. might even employ Nubbins & Chop top’s assistance. (shenanigans ensue but it turns out alright in the end)

* you wake up on the morning of your birthday to (slightly burnt) breakfast pancakes in bed, covered in sprinkles to the point of being near-inedible. they’re still surprisingly tasty, even though they might take a year or two off your lifespan.

* next thing you know, Bubba’s rushing you out of bed to get you prettied up for the party. he’d already set out your favorite clothes (or at least, the clothes he thinks you look best in) the night before. he’s got his Sunday best on, too, and has lots of fun doing both of your guys’ makeup.

* he’s a little frantic about getting everything just right. every time you smile or comment on something he did, he’s thrilled, picking you up and spinning you around, barely containing himself.

* he’d set the twins on decorating duty, so you know it’s a hot mess in the rest of the house. they went ham with the streamers and balloons, you can hardly take a step without having to shake off the party decorum. some of it’s human entrails, but hey, what else can you expect? (Bubba shoos them off if they put up anything too gory. might chase Nubbins off with a noisemaker.)

* Drayton, as you may have guessed, isn’t much the partying type. he did, however, after much whining and begging from Bubba, agree to help out by baking the cake. he even asked you what flavor you preferred. Bubba insisted on decorating it, so it’s sort of a mess of frosting and colorful sprinkles and syrup, but it’s all in your favorite colors. if you squint and tilt your head a bit, you can make out your name and some lopsided hearts.

* sings his heart out when the time comes to sing you happy birthday. has you stand up on a chair, dances you around the room, and nearly has a heart attack when Chop Top blows out the candles before you can get to them.

* he’s positively heartbroken. you’d say he’s more upset about it than you are. you break out into giggles upon hearing Drayton tearing Chop Top a new one out back, and it reassures him a little. Bubba’s still a little worried about your day getting ruined.

* once it comes time for presents, though, he’s back with a vengeance. he’s just about vibrating out of his seat while you tear back the wrapping paper.

* nestled in the box is a delicate, handmade tiara. bits of jewelry and precious material he’d plucked off victims over time. the stones are all mismatched, different shapes and sizes. some are just little pebbles with interesting patterns. all wound delicately with wire in a pattern that almost reminds you of a dragonfly’s wing.

* Bubba places it atop your head, gazing at you like you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen (you are!) and swoons. he’s overcome with how much he loves you. he’s so proud of you for making it this far, for sticking by his side, for all of it. all of you.

* it might not have gone quite as he’d planned, but it’s certainly a success in your books.

Thomas Hewitt

* the Hewitts aren’t particularly party animals, but hospitality is their middle name. and by god, they’ll make you feel at home.

* when you’re pulling on your clothes in the morning, Tommy rushes over to stop you before pushing a box into your hands. it’s wrapped in butcher paper and tied with a little twine bow, and he seems uncharacteristically excited about watching you open it.

* inside is the most gorgeous piece of clothing you can imagine. maybe it’s a long, flowy sundress, or a comfy loose button-up, but either way it’s something he made with his own two hands. you can tell because the knots where he tied off the thread in each seam are clearly unpracticed and there’s already a dark stain or two on it, but despite it all it’s a gorgeous little garment.

* Tommy’s almost in tears when you put it on. you’re just so perfect, and he’s so grateful to have you, and frankly he has to reprocess all that every time he looks at you lately.

* Luda Mae boots you & Tommy out of the house for the day so she can bake. she won’t tell you how long she’ll be, or even what she’s making. but the knowing little smile she gives you lets you know it’ll be worth it.

* Tommy had packed a little basket with all your favorite snacks. fresh fruit, bakery treats, a handful of goodies from the candy shop a few miles out.

* he looks so out of place, in an open field on a blanket with a little jug of sweet tea, but it couldn’t be more perfect. after a bit of snacking, he pulls you against his chest to lean back and watch the clouds.

* while you lament having to leave the simple bliss of the picnic, coming home to the cake quickly fixed that.

* it’s simple. neatly iced in a solid color she’d seen you wearing most often. the age you’re turning in thin script handwriting. little candles arranged in perfect order. simple, but intentional. a little monument to the things she knows about you.

* you blow out the candles without much fanfare, but you eat the cake with only one hand. Tommy refuses to let go of your other. even as he sits at the table beside you, chowing down, your hand is held tight in his. might even feed you a bite or two, but gets embarrassed when Luda Mae catches him being sweet.

* the day ends with a nice long bath where you sit back and relax while Tommy helps you clean off, scrubbing your hair, etc. might let you rope him into a bit of self care if you play the birthday card.

* oh and don’t forget the Tommy cuddles. this guy cuddles like a grizzly bear made of down pillows. you’re out like a light, but not before he gives you a goodnight kiss :)

#slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #bubba x reader

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emotionalcadaver · 8 months

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Part 18: Moth

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: Grace learns that Lucy has a rather uncommon phobia.

Word Count: 770

Notes: So funny story. A couple of months ago we had a bit of a moth infestation in my house. No big deal. Except I keep a glass of water on my nightstand. And one night I go to take a drink, and just before I do I look down, and THERE WAS A MOTH IN MY WATER. I almost DRANK A MOTH. Suffice to say, I was very upset and had to change to keeping a water bottle next to my bed instead until the infestation was taken care of to avoid any other unpleasant surprises ending up in my water in the middle of the night. ANYWAY, this was just a cute little scene that popped into my head while I was drinking my coffee one morning that I wanted to share. No warnings.

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Grace was taking her tea in the sitting room, legs curled underneath her as she balanced a heavy, hardback book in her hands. It had gotten dark out, the sun just dipping below the horizon, and she was beginning to think that she ought to go tell Tommy and Lucy that dinner would be ready soon when a loud thump, followed by a high pitched shriek, sounded from Tommy’s office.

Eyes snapping upwards, she closed her book hastily, standing and half jogging out the room and down the hall, opening the door to the office and poking her head in.

“Is everything…” she trailed off, eyes widening.

Lucy was on the floor, half cowering beside the overturned chair next to her, eyes staring upwards towards the ceiling in horror. Tommy was half bent over his desk, cackling.

“Stop laughing, you asshole!” Lucy whined. “Where did it go?”

“The way you just…just flailed out of your seat…” Tommy wheezed, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he grinned.

“It dive bombed me!”

“It didn’t dive bomb you. It was just going for the light.��

“What’s going on?” Grace asked. Tommy just shot her a wicked grin, standing from his seat and walking around his desk, taking Lucy by the arm and helping to haul her to her feet. She was still looking around the room anxiously.

Something large and gray fluttered down from somewhere on the ceiling, and Lucy screamed, diving behind Tommy.

“Kill it! Kill it!”

Still chucking, he reached behind him with one hand to pat Lucy’s head, snatching the newspaper on his desk with the other, rolling it up. The moth had disappeared back up towards the ceiling again. Lucy’s head swiveled around, trying to find where it had gone. When it came fluttering back down towards them, she whined, scrambling away. Grace opened her arms to her, letting her rush into her chest, smiling to herself as Lucy burrowed against her. There was a thwap as Tommy slapped at the moth with the newspaper.

“There. You happy now? It hadn’t even done anything to you,” he said, tossing the rolled up newspaper back onto the desk.

“It could have landed on me and laid eggs in my hair!”

“I think the chances of that were highly unlikely, love,” Tommy chuckled, glancing over at Lucy, still cowering against Grace’s chest, and grinned. “Take a good look, Grace. The Red Demon. Feared by all in Small Health. Reduced to a shrieking mess by a tiny moth.”

Lucy pouted, looking up at her with wide dark green eyes. “Grace, Tommy’s being mean to me.”

Grace laughed at their childishness, giving Lucy a squeeze. “He is, isn’t he, love?” she shot Tommy a playful glare.

“Oi! Who just killed the damn moth for you?” he righted the chair that had been knocked over, striding over to them and giving a fond ruffling of Lucy’s red curls. Lucy was still sulking a little, but she blinked up at Tommy affectionately.

“Thank you, Tommy.”

“Mhm,” he was still smiling softly to himself, leaning down to kiss Lucy’s temple before angling his head around to give Grace a peck.

Lucy let go of her, though she continued to glance at the dark corners of the office warily, as if expecting at any point another moth to come swooping down at her.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of moths,” Grace commented.

“I’m not afraid of moths,” Lucy insisted. Tommy snickered. She shot him a glare. “I’m highly and rationally concerned about moths.”

“Yes, the way you fell out of your chair at the sight of one looked very rational,” Tommy teased. Lucy crossed her arms, huffing. “Aw, love, come here,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing her into his chest. She still pouted against him, but Grace could see her already beginning to soften. The disgruntled façade slipping as Tommy embraced her. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“We’ll kill as many moths for you as you want,” Grace concurred. Lucy snorted out a tiny laugh.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm,” Grace kissed her cheek. “Dinner will be ready soon,” her voice trembled with the laugh she was trying to contain. Tommy let Lucy go.

“Alright. We’re done with work for today anyway.” Lucy, forever easily enticed and motivated by the promise of food, eagerly took Grace’s outstretched hand. Grace glanced over her shoulder, grinning with amusement over at Tommy. His cheeks stretched with his smile, chuckling and shaking his head fondly. Squeezing her fingers, Grace guided her out of the office and down the hall towards the dining room, Tommy’s heavy footfalls right behind them.

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