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ruh--roh-raggy · 4 months

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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Part 6

Hello hello! Part 6 of Home Sweet Home and we get to hear about Will and reader's engagement!!! Super fluffy, super sweet, thank you to @yellowbunnydreams for letting me be insane and for bouncing ideas around with me, you're the best.

WARNINGS: Talk of feeling worthless, 99% fluff

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Word Count: 2,089

Part 5 - Part 7 (TBA)

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William held your hand as he drove, his thumb languidly running over your knuckles as a soft tune crackled from the radio. The two of you had almost entirely finished unpacking, your week off together slowly winding down with every discarded cardboard box. You both decided that you were due for a much needed break, neither of you stopping to do so much as take a breather the past couple days. “I'm telling you, I wouldn't risk it. Henry might shoot you if he sees you trying to slip back into parts and services.” You chuckle, giving your husband's hand a soft squeeze.

“Well, unfortunately for him, I need my tools. That leaky sink isn't going to fix itself and I don't have the right size wrench at the house to do it.” He laughs as you pull into the lot. The bright sign of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria welcoming you as the lone beacon in the night. William hops out of the car, walking around to your side in order to open the door for you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders as you stand, pulling you into his side and placing a kiss to the top of your head. This place had become a second home to the both of you, it having played a backdrop for some of the most pivotal moments of your and your husband's relationship, the old building held a very special place in your heart. You're greeted with the familiar sound of arcade machines pinging and the excited screams of children as they race around, fists clamped tightly around their winnings of bright orange tickets.

“Well, howdy you two! Isn't this a nice surprise!” Henry approaches you, arms already open for a hug as he greets you jovially.

“I still owe my girl that pizza.” William chuckles, clapping Henry on the back as he pulls him into a tight hug. Henry turns to you, laughing slightly as he asks.

“Well what toppings would you like on that little lady? I'll gladly pop back into the kitchen and put in a special order just for you.” you can't help but roll her eyes at the sound of his customer service tone breaking through.

“Just pepperoni Henry, thank you.” She smiles.

“We’re just going to pop back to parts and services, I have to fix some stuff at the house.” Will gently takes you by the wrist, tugging you towards the back of the restaurant before Henry has a chance to protest.

“The two of you haven't even been in that house a week and you managed to break something?” He asks with a laugh. “What? Get a little too frisky in the shower and rip the faucet off the wall?” You can't help but giggle at the sight of your husband's cheeks darkening.

“Leaky tap in the kitchen.” You decide to explain the situation before Henry has a chance to tease Will even more. “I promise I won't let him start working.”

“You have ten minutes.” He jokes, waving a finger at both of you before heading towards the kitchen. You smile as a kid rushes past you towards the stage show that was just beginning to start.

“You know, even after all this time I still love watching them perform.” You muse with a small laugh. Your hand slides into William’s, the two of you exchanging a smile as you head towards parts and services. The two of you slipped from the chaos of the pizzeria into the nearly silent hallway, William had always liked to be kept as far away from the main room as possible, he would always argue that it lowered the chance of a kid finding their way down to his workshop and getting hurt, but you knew it was just because he liked the quiet. He pulls his ring of keys from his pocket, unlocking the door without much thought as the two of you head inside. William lets out a sigh of relief as he kicks the door shut.

“Silence at last, I don't know how he stands being out there all day.” He chuckles, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you to him. “It feels like it's been years since we were in here together.” You roll your eyes, sliding your hands over his chest as you turn yourself to face him.

“I'm sorry, years? I think I remember you having me bent over that work bench a couple weeks ago.” You smirk, making your husband chuckle before he captures your lips in a heated kiss. You let out a soft hum as you melt into him, his beard scratchy against your soft skin as you held each other tightly. He pulls back from you, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. His hands drop to your hips, lifting you up onto one of the counters that lined the walls with ease. You look around the room with a fond expression, a nostalgic look your husband didn't miss.

“Lots of memories in this room, huh rabbit?” Your eyes snap to your husband, a soft smile on his face as he studies you.

“I guess you could say that.” You giggle, fidgeting with a ratchet you had found by your side. Your smile widens as you watch your wedding ring glint in the golden afternoon light. “Do you remember when we got engaged?” You ask quietly.

“How could I forget?” He chuckles, straightening up and walking over to you. “It was the day the most beautiful woman in the world agreed to be my wife, of course I remember.”

You slammed through the door of parts and services, making William jump and the machine part he had situated in his lap clatter to the floor. “Bunny?” His confused and concerned tone reached your ears and the sound alone was enough to make you break down in tears. The moment he realized the state you were in, William was up out of his chair and rushing to your side. “Honey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?” He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He shushes you quietly, waiting for your hiccuping and sniffling to quiet down before asking you again. “Baby, what happened? Talk to me.”

“I just… It’s stupid Will, I don't really want to talk about it.” He shakes his head, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and keep you calm.

“It's not stupid bunny. If it matters enough to you that it makes you cry it matters to me.” He reminds you in a calm tone. “Tell me what's the matter, baby.” You take a few deep breaths, wiping at your face roughly with your hands.

“I ran into some girls I went to high school with and it just reminded me how far behind all of them I am.” You couldn't meet his eyes. At this point you didn't even know why William still wanted to be with you. He was smart, successful, ungodly handsome. You were just you. Still working the same job at the pizzeria, you weren't married, didn't have any kids, didn't have any accomplishments to show for yourself. “They've all got these big important jobs and drive fancy cars and they have these amazing wonderful lives with their husbands and I… I’m nothing.” Will stood there, staring at you with a slack jawed expression.

Were you being serious? William noticed the way tears pricked at your eyes, the way you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the workbench, your lip trembling in frustration as your gaze looked anywhere but at him. He lets out a huff, his eyes darting around his workshop. He grabbed the mechanism he had been working on, wrapping one of the protruding wires around his hand, tugging it free with a loud snap. He pushes tools around the crowded space, letting out a satisfied noise when he finds the wire strippers he was searching for. He clips them on about halfway down the wire, shucking off the bright red insulated coating with ease to reveal the shining copper underneath. He takes the end of it, twisting the strands together tightly before taking a pair of cutters and snipping off the cable. He takes a ring terminal and crimps it on one side of the cord, on the other end he crimps on a connector, slipping it through the terminals loop before placing a bright yellow plastic cap on it. He carefully forms it into a neater circle before taking long, fast strides in your direction. He grabs your hand in his, sliding the makeshift ring into place on your finger.

“I promise you, tomorrow morning I’m going to go buy you the real thing. But, for right now,” He holds your hands tightly in his, silver eyes locking onto yours as Will poured his heart out to you. “I am in love with you, I have been since the beginning. There isn't a morning that I wake up, or a time where I go to sleep where I don't think about just how goddamn lucky that I am to have you. You are the air in my lungs, the reason my heart keeps beating, bunny you are my entire world. I'm sorry that it took you bursting in here almost in tears for me to finally say all of this but if I'm being entirely honest I was terrified to admit just how deeply in love with you I am. Out of everyone you could have had you somehow chose me and for the life of me I still can't understand why. How could an angel like you ever love someone like me? It doesn't matter where you think you compare to any of those women because I know that you are the most incredible, talented, smartest, most loving woman I have ever met, I could never love someone more than how much I love you.” You felt hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your hands trembling in Will’s strong grip.

“Will you be my wife?”

“Yes.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, still not fully believing what you were hearing. You slowly begin to nod your head, slowly shaking it faster as you repeat your answer with growing excitement. “Of course I'll marry you, I love you so much.” You let out a sniffly laugh as you pull him into a passionate kiss.

You twist your wedding ring around your finger, your eyes drifting up to your husband as he steps in front of you. He holds out a recreation of your stand-in engagement ring, a small bashful smile lacing his lips. “And after all this time you're still mine.” He remarks quietly.

“I'd marry you all over again if I could.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth. His hands slide over your hips, hiking you to the edge of the workbench you had situated yourself on. His eyes scan over your face hungrily, his steely gray eyes darkening as a smirk spreads across his features. He guides your legs around his waist, letting out a groan before his lips crash against yours. He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, angling your jaw to deepen the kiss. You let out a soft gasp as he nips at your bottom lip, allowing him to effortlessly slip his tongue into your mouth. He lets out a soft, satisfied hum against your lips.

The door bursts open behind you, “Oh, for Christ’s sake! Lock the door you animals!” Henry exclaims as he slaps a hand over his eyes. William chuckles as he pulls away from you, leaving you utterly breathless.

“Relax, we’re both fully clothed.” He groans, making you giggle. Henry holds a pizza box in his hand.

“Go home and enjoy this, I don't want to see either of you back in this building until Monday.” He waves a finger at them, you couldn't help but laugh at the fact he still chastised both of you like children. Will motions for you to follow, figuring since he had what he needed you could head out. Henry walks the two of you out to your car, pulling you into a tight hug before you slip into the passenger seat, the pizza tucked safely onto your lap. Will stood outside the car talking to Henry too quietly for you to hear, but from the giddy expression on your husband’s best friend's face you knew they were up to something.

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manicplank · 2 months

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ok but hear me out

what would be the reactions of the pizza tower crew on being sent to the backrooms (i am being cringe on purpose)

Good question. This should be an interesting one.

Some of the links wouldn't work, so they're at the bottom.

Backrooms ඞ

Peppino: He would be absolutely TERRIFIED. He suddenly woke up in the middle of... Not nowhere, but somewhere... It looks like the restaurant, but something feels off. He can't help but shake the feeling that he's being watched... He's almost frozen with fear.

Gustavo: He's tired and confused. He's been walking down this hallway for what seems like forever. He hasn't seen any other rooms or doors yet. He's starting to get really nervous. There's a chair there, but he's afraid to sit in it. He keeps feeling like he's being chased, but nothing is there.

Mr. Stick: He's been trying to get to work, but his office door is locked, and his keys aren't working. He doesn't want to ruin his record of always being on time! He finally gets the door open and... Did someone change out the lights? It seems kind of different. Suddenly, he feels uneasy. He goes to leave, but the door is gone.

Pepperman: He wandered down a hidden staircase in an art museum. They told him they didn't have room for his artwork, but he saw the stairs and said, "How about down here?" He went down to find some very vague statues. Minimal art, nothing compared to his. He tried to go up the stairs, but they had suddenly turned to a painting.

The Vigilante: He doesn't know where he is. It's dark, and he's scared. He wandered off too far into the field at night, and now he can't find his way back.** He's been out there for hours, he's getting really tired. He's tried calling out for help, but his voice doesn't even echo. Somehow, he doesn't feel alone...

The Noise: Yay, a play place! It seemed super fun at first, but he's getting tired and can't seem to find a way out. His phone isn't working. He tried using the phone there, but that wasn't working either. He's starting to get scared and kind of sad. He feels lonely all of a sudden.

Noisette: She woke up in the morning in a room that was similar to the one she had as a kid. While it was similar, it wasn't her room. She was immediately scared. Where's Theodore?? Where is she? And why does it feel like all the Hello Kitty toys are staring at her?

Pillar John: It's not secret that John is a pillar and that there are iterations of him all of the tower supporting the structure. But oh, how he'd love to be a pillar anywhere else. Well, maybe not everywhere else. He seems to have found himself holding up support in an abandoned building. It's so lonely, and he doesn't know where Gerome is anymore.

Fake Peppino: Ooo, a pool! A big pool with (fake) lillypads! He enjoys swimming in the water and perching on the pads. He doesn't seem to realize he's in a reality between time and space. He could live here forever! But he's getting kind of hungry, and all the things in here taste like yucky plastic. Wait a minute... How come there's no one around?

Pizzahead: He stumbled in a room that looks like an arcade. How excited he was! At least, at first. But none of the games are working, and some of the ones that do have power only have a glitched out screen. Come to think of it, when did this room get in the tower? Wait, is he even still in the tower? Suddenly, the arcade has turned into a maze. He just wants to get out and go home...

Gerome: Sometimes, he wanders off into the abandoned rooms of the tower out of curiosity of why they were left. He walked into one that was almost empty with nothing but a pile of chairs that touched the roof. He turned around and left, almost as if he knew he wouldn't be able to leave if he stayed too long.

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Vigi's room

Pizzahead's room

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #noisette #pizzahead #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pillar john #pepperman #the vigilante #pizza tower gustavo #pizza tower gerome #mr. stick #backrooms

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rottingbricks · 4 months

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3000+ Word Rant On Why Boris and Theo Are Endgame and Had a Romantic Connection ✯

Forever and always will believe Theo and Boris are soulmates and they got married and lived their life together. (Maybe that's too much. Let me just explain why they have a very deep relationship)

Where do I start? So for one Boris was Theo's first kiss and sexual partner. They had a deep connection, felt safe with one another, and were practically inseparable. It's explained that Boris basically lived with Theo and was hardly ever at his own house. They also looked out for each other, Theo cleaned Boris' wounds after being beaten by his father and Boris comforted Theo on the loss of his mother —Here's a quote from the book; "And I suppose if either of us had lived in an even halfway normal household, with curfews and chores and adult supervision, we wouldn't have become quite so inseparable, so fast, but almost from that day we were together all the time.” (Tartt, chapter 5, section 12)

WHY THEO LIKES BORIS (YOUNGER) Everything is great between Theo and Boris but when Boris meets a girl: Kotku, it all goes to shit. But the way Theo responds to it is very telling. First off, Theo reflects on good moments with Boris after Boris got so wrapped up with Kotku; “I told myself I didn't miss him, but I did. I got stoned alone, watched Adult Access and the Playboy channel, read Grapes of Wrath and The House of the Seven Gables which seemed as if they had to be tied for the most boring book ever written, and what felt like thousands of hours—time enough to learn Danish or play the guitar if I've been trying—fooled around in the street with a fucked-up skateboard Boris and I had found in one of the foreclosed houses down the block. I went to swim-team parties with Hadley—no drinking parties with parents present—and on the weekends, attended parents-away parties of kids I barely knew, Xanax bars and Jagermeister shots, riding home on the hissing CAT bus at two a.m. so fucked up I had to hold the seat in the front of me to keep from falling out in the aisle. After school, if I was bored, it was easy enough to go hang out with one of the big lackadaisical stoner crowds who floated around between Del Taco and the kiddie arcades on the Strip. But I was still lonely. It was Boris I missed, the whole impulsive mess of him: gloomy, reckless, hot-tempered, appallingly thoughtless. Boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his Russian language novels, gnawed-down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust. Boris—budding alcoholic, fluent cursor in four languages—who snatched food from my plate when he felt like it and nodded off drunk on the floor, face red like he'd been slapped. Even when he took things without asking, as he all too frequently did—little things are always disappearing, DVDs and school supplies for my locker, more than once I'd caught him going through my pockets for money—his own possessions meant so little to him that somehow it wasn't stealing; whenever he came into cash himself, he split it with me down the middle and anything that belonged to him, he gave me gladly if I asked for it. (and sometimes when I didn't, as when Mr. Pavlovsky’s gold lighter, which I admired in passing, turned up in the outside pocket of my backpack)” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 4)

Theo took note that Boris was very physically touchy and that it made him a little bit nervous; “The funny thing: I’d worried if anything, that Boris was the one who was a little too affectionate, if affectionate is the right word. The first time he’d turned in bed and draped an arm over my waist, I lay there half-asleep for a moment, not knowing what to do: staring at my old socks on the floor, empty beer bottles, my paper-backed copy of The Red Badge of Courage. At last—embarrassed—I faked a yawn and tried to roll away, but instead, he sighed and pulled me closer, with a sleepy, snuggling motion. Ssh, Potter, he whispered, into the back of my neck. Is only me.” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 4) Then, Theo has a little gay panic — because of Boris being so affectionate; “It was weird. Was it weird? It was; and it wasnt. I’d fallen back to sleep shortly after, lulled by his bitter, beery unwashed smell and his breath easy in my ear. I was aware I couldn't explain it without making it sound like more than it was.” (Tartt) Near the end, Theo tries to play it off that what was happening between the two wasnt romantic, If Theo wasnt thinking of Boris in a romantic way why would he even be written to question or worry that they could come off in such a way? The fact Theo is worrying about it so much can only lead me to believe that Theo does think of Boris in a romantic light and is trying to deny it. Theo continues to explain ways Boris was affectionate towards him, further deepening the connection between the two of them; “On nights I woke strangled with fear there he was, catching me when I startled up terrified from the bed, pulling me back down in the covers beside him, muttering in nonsense Polish, his voice throaty and strange with sleep. We’d drowse off in each other's arms, listening to music from my Ipod.”

Then, the final nail in the coffin, Theo recalls the nights when he and Boris would partake in closer intimacy; “And yet (this was the murky part, this was what bothered me) there had also been other, way more confusing and fucked-up nights, grappling around half-dressed, weak light sliding in from the bathroom and everything haloed and unstable without my glasses: hands on each other, rough and fast, kicked-over beers foaming on the carpet—fun and not that big of a deal when it was actually happening, more than worth it for the sharp gasp when my eyes rolled back and I forgot about everything;” (Tartt) Afterwards, Theo mentions Boris and him never spoke of those nights, and that if people found out they were having sex they would; “think the wrong thing if they knew,”. However, Theo thought about those strange nights a lot and they clouded his mind at times, but, for Boris, it didn't seem like that. Theo notes Boris seemed unbothered by those nights; “But all the same he [Boris] seemed so completely untroubled by it that I was fairly sure it was just a laugh, nothing to take too seriously or get worked up about,” (Tartt) Since Theo uses multiple ways to get the ‘it's not a big deal’ point across. Saying it was a laugh, not serious, nothing to get worked up over, and uses all that when he's just going off of how Boris thinks and reacts to those nights. It can make the reader think that Theo, in contrast, does think of those nights in a serious, worked-up way. To further prove my point Theo was urged to discuss those nights with Boris, so he didn't ‘have the wrong idea’; “More than once, I had wondered if I should step up my nerve and say something: draw some sort of line, make things clear, just to make absolutely sure he didn't have the wrong idea.” (Tartt) Theo gets defensive over the thought of those nights, more importantly, the thought that Boris viewed those nights as something more, something romantic. This is even further pushing my earlier statement that a person who sees these moments as not romantic wouldn't be written to be worrying that it is romantic or that the other person sees it as romantic. So the fact Theo is worrying so greatly that these nights could even possibly be interpreted as romantic (especially when Boris isn't doing the same) can only have me further believing that it's because Theos is trying to deny or block out the actual romantic feelings he is having. Theo is so obsessive on this romantic or not topic that it comes off like Theo has a fear of becoming an orientation that he believes he isn't and that bleeds into internalized homophobia. Theo ends off this recall moment by stating; “I hated how much I missed him.” (Tartt)

There's another moment when Theo is thinking about how Boris is constantly around Kotku and hardly ever with Theo anymore. Theo tries to reassure himself; “But who cared what crappy girl Boris liked? Weren’t we still friends? Brothers practically?” (Tartt) Theo says he and Boris have a brother-like companionship, this, out of context is weird to use to prove my point that they are romantic. But considering all the context provided above this can once again be Theo trying to find an excuse to prove to himself that he and Boris aren't romantic. It's also obvious they aren't brotherly because the two are litterally having sex. In addition to this, right after that quote Theo admits; “Then again: there was not exactly a word for Boris and me.” (Tartt)

Finally, when Theo leaves Vegas he is rambling, trying to convince Boris to come with him, when; “I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth.” Shortly after. Once Theo is in the taxi he thinks to himself and admits to himself; “I'd stop myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street—which was, of course, I love you.” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 19)

WHY BORIS LIKES THEO (YOUNGER) All the content that is romantic between Theo and Boris is most of the time, if not always, initiated by Boris. Boris was the one who draped his arm around Theo, Boris was the one who pulled Theo closer when he rolled away, Boris was the one who cuddled Theo, Boris was the one who calmed Theo down from nightmares, Boris is the one who kissed Theo on the mouth while he had a girlfriend. Undoubtedly, all these things are romantic. Especially since these moments are told through Theo's perspective, who is interpreting these things as romantic, which rubs off on the reader.

When Theo is leaving Vegas and getting in the taxi, Boris hums the song "After Hours" by The Velvet Underground which is a band Theo and Boris listened to together. He hums a specific part of the song where the lyrics sing; "But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again" My interpretation of those lyrics in the scene’s context is: “But if you close the door” = If Theo doesnt leave Vegas. Correspondingly, those lyrics about closing a door means closing the door is giving privacy and leaving the character alone with someone they love. Another thing to mention, before those lyrics take place these lyrics are in the song; "Oh, someday, I know someone will look into my eyes and say, 'Hello, you're my very special one'" All of this feels very intentional. When songs and SPECIFIC lyrics are mentioned in novels it's always to convey something and those lyrics are just very romantic and are also about whether the character is going to choose to be alone or be with someone. Considering the lyrics are hummed by Boris right when Theo is leaving him is very telling. It's also to convey that Boris is debating whether to leave with Theo or not.

Everything I just mentioned was the Vegas era when they were teenagers, I will now discuss when they are adults.

WHY THEO AND BORIS JUST MAKE SENSE (OLDER) Now that Theo has lived and been with more people than Boris I will break down Theo's love interests and explain why they aren't good for Theo and why Boris ends up being the best outcome.

KITSEY: Kitsey is Theo's fiance whom Theo cheating on while Kitsey is also cheating on him. Theo is having affairs and hookups with pretty much random women. Kitsey is having an affair with Tom Cable, an old fake friend of Theo's who was the reason why Theo and his mother were leaving the house the day of the bombing. Once Theo witnesses the two kissing in secret he confronts Kitsey, this ends with Kitsey gaslighting Theo to stay in the relationship for the happiness of Mrs. Barbour rather than themselves. Kitsey also admits their ‘love’ has always been head not heart, that they get along well but neither is in love with the other.

PIPPA: Pippa was another victim in the bombing in lost her uncle, this led to her and Theo crossing paths as young teenagers. Finding comfort within shared traumatic experiences. As they grow older Theo begins to romanticize her. Although it's not love, it's more of an obsession if anything. Theo obsesses and overly plans their meetups making sure they are perfect, Theo shows mild jealousy and irritation to Evveret: Pippa's boyfriend, Theo keeps a shirt of Pippa’s without her knowledge, and as creepily as it is..Theo has a lock of Pippa's hair that he took from a trashcan after Pippa cut her bangs in the bathroom. Theo eventually confesses his love for Pippa in a downtown restaurant after seeing a film. He tries to reason that Welty, Pippa's uncle who she lost in the bombing—put Theo exactly where he needed to be at the right time with WHO he needed to be with (aka Pippa and Hobie). Pippa eases Theo into rejection, however, she admits she has a thing for him as well. She begins to explain reasons why the two of them cannot be together: With their shared trauma..if one of them ‘fell’ the other would go right with them as there is no emotional stability between the two, one cannot be there for the other if they can't even support themselves. They are close enough to star-crossed lovers: lovers who are destined to not be together being pulled from one another by outside forces.

If Theo can't have Pippa and doesnt want Kitsey it's reasonable to conclude that Boris is a valid romantic option for Theo. When the two reunite Theo feels alive again after living a boring tucked-away life. He's laughing and enjoying every second with Boris.

BORIS: After years of separation and keeping a secret from Theo news reports come out about how The Goldfinch painting was not ruined in the bombing and is being used as collateral. Boris is under the impression Theo has already unwrapped The Goldfinch years ago and found out what Boris did. With the rise of these news reports guilt rises in Boris that he took the painting from Theo and ended up losing the painting. Boris has a hint that Theo would not want to see Boris ever again and even wants to act violently against Boris for taking the painting from Theo, however, Boris is aware that he must try to fix what he’s done. So, he goes to New York and goes to Hobie's old shop, seeking Theo. When Theo isn't there to be found Boris is sure he’ll never see Theo again, but they happen to run into each other later in the night outside a bar. They then spend the night till 4am talking and catching up. Theo admits in college he took a conversational Russian class because it made him think of Boris. Boris admits Theo was the only boy he's ever been in bed with—but brushes it off as they were desperate teenagers in need of girls..but that doesnt make sense as Boris has a girlfriend, Kyoto- and he was talking to girls before her too. He wasnt partaking in sex with Theo out of desperation for pleasure by any means. -- Boris then says he thinks that Theo thought their relationship back then was ‘something else’, after saying this Theo gets upset and begins to leave the table. Within this mix, Boris apologizes for what he did to Theo all those years ago and he deeply regrets it, Theo is confused about what he is speaking about and Boris is shocked that after all these years he’s never unwrapped the painting. Leaving Boris to admit what he did with the painting with picture proof. Boris wants to apologize to Theo and attempt to find the painting— for Theo.

In the hunt to regain the painting, Boris interrupts Theo and Kitsey's engagement party to take Theo onto a flight to Amsterdam. After some bickering..Theo agrees and says goodbye to Kisey and packs his bags with a nice suit and lots of money. — Boris arranges a meetup with the holders of the painting, but the sellers seem suspicious as they are missing one of their men and one of the men gets away after Boris and his crew pull guns on the men. — Boris and Theo successfully retrieve the painting, Boris taking note of how Theo has his bird once again — But when returning to the parking garage to leave the two men who were absent earlier and one new man arrive with guns pointed, two of these men are killed by Theo and Boris but one man gets away with the painting — The next few days Theo is sent into a deep depression in his hotel room….however this ends differently varying from book to movie. In the book, Theo is urged to turn himself in to the police for murder … In the movie, Theo goes through with a suicide attempt by overdose but is forced to throw up the drugs later by Boris. Both versions end with Boris interrupting, calming Theo down, and telling the good news that he tracked the painting down in a house holding many more missing paintings and he sent in an anonymous tip to the police on these paintings and their location. Boris splits the reward money between his crew, Theo, and himself.

Boris makes a good partner to Theo as they get along, have a close history, make each other feel alive, know the do's and dont's / in's and out's of each other, show each other unconditional care, left a big positive impact on each others lives, and both share a deep love for art and beauty.

#donna tartt #the goldfinch #theo x boris #boris x theo #theo decker #boris pavlikovsky #boreo #book analysis #movie analysis #finn wolfhard #oakes fegley

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anamelessfool · 4 months

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 5

M/M, GEN (Ch 4 Here) (Start here on Tumblr!) 2000ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, The ghoul names are all messed up sorry it is for plot purposes, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 5 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

Terzo’s eyes flew open. He stared at his ceiling, his mind racing. He knew. It was 2 AM and he finally knew what gift he wanted to give Omega.

Terzo’s eyes flew open. He stared at his ceiling, his mind racing. He knew.

It was 2 AM and he finally knew what gift he wanted to give Omega. It wouldn't be easy, but he decided if he cared so deeply about the ghoul nothing could stop him for long.

Now all he had to do was get out from under this naked sorella in his bed.

She settled in, her arm closing around his neck. Terzo’s eyes rolled in his head as his mind calculated a solution. He slowly shimmied out from under her, gently resting her on her side. She sighed, shifting and reaching for him. In the moment she raised her hand to look for him he was free.

“Mmmph?”

“I’ll uh…I’ll be back,” he mumbled, although that wasn't necessarily the truth. He leaned over and gave her bare shoulder a gentle kiss.

He got to work throwing on his undershirt, slacks and shoes. Something about this sudden revelation required urgency. He did not want to wait a moment more and risk overthinking it all. He closed the door as quietly as he could and scurried down the stairs.

The courtyard was seemingly empty as he journeyed just within the shadows. Chairs and decorations had been toppled by guests and the nighttime wind. For a moment Terzo thought no one was there, but as he passed by the obscene fountain it looked as if a statue had been installed at it's edge.

Earth Ghoul sat on the rim of the fountain, his head tilted upwards. He was surrounded by the half broken down party mess, his hands calmly on his knees. Terzo flattened himself against the wall of the arcade, shuffling past as quickly as he could. Earth probably noticed him but remained still. Terzo didn't want to stop to talk as he continued his hurrying towards the Sanctum.

Terzo could see well enough in the dim light of the Sanctum. The dark made the sweep and spread of the arched, ribbed ceiling even more dramatic, more stomach-droppingly steep. The bronze filigree across the Altarpiece gleamed softly in some unseen light source, its doors the only barrier between this world and the Void from which Omega and the other ghouls were brought forth.

Beyond the choir box, under an archway was an often overlooked area of the Sanctum, unless you were a very under-supervised and lonely small boy in the early 1970s. A place with a certain fondness that now returned to him as he looked upon the carvings surrounding the locked entrance.

The catacombs.

The bars of the catacombs gates were easy to slip through as a tiny kid. But Terzo was now just over forty so the childish contortionist act was out of the question.

It was a good thing he was still proficient in picking locks. He always kept a few bobby pins attached to the inside laces of his shoe. He pulled two out, bent and arranged them in a way that at this point in his life was second nature. The lock fell as easily as the few times he had picked it before.

There is always a last time one visits a treasured place, although one rarely knows when that last time is. He didn't remember when was the last time he stood at these steps looking down toward the darkness. He closed one eye, his human eye.

He did however, realize that this time the curse of the Infernal Eye helped him see perfectly well in the dark. “I can keep my shoes on, at least,” he chuckled to himself, and the words fell flat in the thick air.

The steps then were easier to navigate than the countless times he'd wander down her before, although his feet remembered which way to go. The catacombs were cool, reminding him of the thin shirt he wore. It was constructed of bricks and cobble, with various concrete and stone sculptures of skeletons and mourning shrouded maidens perched in corners and alcoves. There were urns stacked on shelves. Some grander stone sarcophagi were built into the walls, sporting carved names and phrases like ROCKEFELLER, GATSBY, CAMINO and COMMIT FLESH TO EARTH AND SOUL TO VOID. He passed his favorite carving of a winged death’s head skull, remembering the times he made crayon rubbings and taped them to his wall.

Terzo turned a corner and there was a small tunnel to the left side, waist height. He suspected it was some sort of drain to keep the place from flooding. Here. Here was the place. He stooped down and settled in. He could still sit cross legged with his back up against the wall, albeit he had to stoop a whole lot more. As he nestled himself amongst the rocks the familiar posture and texture brought the memory to life again— the solidness of cool smooth cobble against his back, the security of his body crumpled just so in a comforting darkness. It was the closest thing to being held by the Earth itself.

No wonder he would come down here when he just couldn't take it anymore. He let out a sigh.

He looked down further into the tunnel. The Infernal Eye gleamed as if illuminated by invisible moonlight. He could see his prize, twenty feet or so down deeper in. He unrolled his body and crawled towards it.

And the walls enveloped him, a little too tightly now. He didn't want to think about what grime he was dragging himself through, but then again at ten years old he barely cared. He army-crawled on his stomach, blowing cobwebs off his face. His singular focus started to waver. Doubt began to arrive and take a seat.

I'd love to meet him.

Terzo unfortunately did not successfully steal the whole top of the cake that evening. Although he did charm his way into collecting eight slices to present to Omega, who was impressed just the same.

He was stuck. He had been stuck like this before, many times, as a younger, spryer kid. Now this was getting ridiculous. He knew how to get out of this jam but he had to commit to going further. He felt a soft skittering across his bare arm that he hoped was not a spider.

“Come on, Terzo,” he muttered to himself. He exhaled, flattening his chest and pushing his body forward through the shaft. His arm strained, the tendons across his shoulder blade stretched. He could see his prize just a foot further ahead and he reached as far as his limb could take him, swearing. His fingers grazed the corner of a papered wood surface— a box, his box.

“Porca troia, come on!” In this case Italian swears were needed for their unique flavor of frustration. He didn't want to think about the possibility of getting stuck, but he was so close to collecting the box at this point that he didn't want to give up just yet. One more exhale, one more tiny shove and he felt the knee of his slacks tear open.

And his fingers fully on the box.

Terzo managed to slip the box towards him fully into his hand. He backed out of the shaft, knocking his head a few times. At last he was back at the opening, curled up again and looking down at a dirty little cigar box he had reverently placed there. He stroked the embossed paper seal on top of this reliquary dedicated to his deepest self, found in the deepest place below the Sanctum.

Inside the box were treasures he had not seen in nearly thirty years. A yellow diecast roadster. A few dried Ghost Pipe flowers gently pressed into a folded piece of parchment. A photograph of a pretty nun with deeply sad eyes. A rusted harmonica. A collection of crude sketches of nudes he drew as a curious kid that needed to be buried securely and never ever be discovered by his stepmother, not even a decade after her death. He chuckled softly at the memory.

But he was looking for the most important thing. It was hidden under a few foreign coins. A white stone, no bigger than his palm. There was a hole in it, a hole worn away by a thousand years of some ancient river caressing its body.

He thought it was perfect. And so he put it in his pocket.

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Terzo wasn't even halfway across the courtyard before he felt a rush of intense feeling through him, a psychic tap on the shoulder. He stopped and looked. Earth Ghoul still sat there, on the fountain edge.

TERZO.

Earth Ghoul at last had his head turned towards his summoner. And with two small but firm gestures of his hand, the ghoul summoned him. Terzo had no choice but to draw near.

Ghouls picked names for themselves when they arrived. Terzo thought it was pretty presumptuous of the ghoul to name himself “Earth” but his presence immediately brought a sense of calm and solidness that proved he deserved such a name.

YOU KNOW THE STARS MAKE A SOUND. A BUZZING SORT OF SOUND.

The Ministry Compound itself was located high in the mountains, far away from the city lights that bleached the sky. Up here anyone could see a dazzling show above. And usually there was at least someone awake, observing them.

Terzo was compelled to settle beside the ghoul as he sat on the fountain rim. He glared up at the sky, squinting as if it would help him hear better. He jiggled his leg as nothing stepped forward for him.

ONE THING I NOTICE IS THIS WORLD NOW IS NEVER SILENT. THERE IS NO LONGER TRUE SILENCE. LONG AGO YOU COULD REALLY HEAR THE STARS THEN.

Terzo realized that he was covered in dirt and cobwebs. He fussed with his hair and some sort of grit from the catacombs flaked out. Earth said nothing, continuing to be more interested in the stars overhead. The silence was unbearable. The fact that Earth had not admonished him for crawling through a hole was excruciating.

“You both…must hate me.”

Earth made a gravelly sound deep in his throat.

ALPHA HAS HAD BAD EXPERIENCES IN THE PAST. HE WORRIES ABOUT IT. HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HIS TIME HERE IS WORTH IT. HE MAY NOT BE CHOSEN AGAIN, YOU KNOW.

“But you've come back,” Terzo said. “You've come back many times.”

THERE’S A SECRET TO THAT. I NEVER ASSUME I GET A SECOND CHANCE. AND YET SOMEHOW, I ALWAYS DO. Earth sighed, deep enough it felt like the ground shook. ALPHA WILL LEARN THAT. MAYBE THIS TIME. MAYBE THE NEXT TIME. BUT THAT IS ON HIM.

“I don't even know why any of you want to be here. Sometimes I don't…want to be here.”

I FIND THIS PLACE INTERESTING. TWO THOUSAND YEARS AND IT NEVER CHANGES. Earth shook his head. WHY DO HUMANS HOLD ON TO SO MUCH?

“We’re stupid,” said Terzo. He got to his feet, and he became aware of a pulled muscle in his back. He would definitely be feeling it tomorrow. “Good night, Earth Ghoul.”

Earth Ghoul snapped his fingers, once. As if calling to a dog. TERZO. YOU ARE NOT THE WORST PAPA I HAVE SERVED.

“Congratulazioni, I'm just getting started,” Terzo snorted.

I SAID THAT FOR A REASON. YOU WOULD NEVER BELIEVE ANYTHING ELSE I COULD SAY TO YOU.

“I don't listen to many things.”

YOU'RE IN LUCK. I'M IN YOUR MIND. ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO PRETEND TO IGNORE ME.

“Okay, then what do you have to say to me?”

WHAT ARE YOU AND OMEGA GHOUL UP TO?

Terzo knew Earth Ghoul had some inkling. He was tied to him as a being created from his own essence. But ghouls believed more in the value of actions than thoughts, So Terzo had to play into Earth’s hands. “Omega Ghoul and I…we are together. We are…in love.”

Earth leaned forward, knitting his fingers together as if rolling that concept around in his head. It was a unique sort of agony to watch him. IT’S NOT RARE. IT’S NOT COMMON EITHER. IT’S JUST… Earth patted his chest. THERE’S LIMITS. GHOULS ARE NOT AS STRONG AS YOU THINK. THE CONNECTION TO THIS BODY IS FAIRLY FLIMSY. IT DEGRADES.

“Your bodies can be restored. Fairly easily.”

THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEAN. Earth shook his head. I MAY BE FOREVER. BUT I KNOW NONE OF US HAVE FOREVER.

“I don't want to think about that,” Terzo replied quietly.

IT IS WHAT IT IS WHETHER IT IS THOUGHT ABOUT OR NOT. Earth rattled his head. IF YOU WANT TO BE MORE THAN TIME’S SLAVE YOU NEED TO DIVERT ITS FLOW. CHOICE IS NECESSARY.

“Sometimes I don't think I'm making the right choice.”

WELL, DO YOU FEEL YOU'VE MADE A GOOD CHOICE?

Terzo unconsciously slipped his hand into his pants pocket, finding the stone there. He stroked it with the pad of his thumb. “Yes.”

It felt like Earth was smiling behind his mask. THEN IT'S THE RIGHT CHOICE. He got carefully to his feet, rolling his shoulders. GOOD NIGHT, TERZO. GET REST. TOMORROW COMES SOON. IT ALWAYS DOES.

Terzo nodded, watching the ghoul slip back into the darkness of the stone arcade. He sat down again, brow furrowed, glaring up at the stars.

But he still didn't hear anything.

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writers-requiem · 1 year

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husband! Death Wolf x GN! Reader

Straight up, very affectionate. He craves your affection and he hates not being able to give you the same amount of treatment. As the Grim Reaper, he has a very busy schedule.

When he gets the chance to, he will SMOTHER you in cuddles and kisses. He is down BAD for you.

Sometimes, when you come home from school/college/work, you'll see him in the kitchen cooking your favorite meal for dinner, or in the morning you'll catch him making your favorite breakfast.

Your first meeting with him was interesting. He was due to take you, but when he learned that you needed to undergo chemotherapy to treat your cancer (sorry if this is a sensitive topic for you) he felt like you deserved a better life, and you were so young when it happened.

Since then he has always kept a close eye on you, making sure anything that would kill you wouldn't, either by placing a cushioning item or by disarming/killing the person or thing that tried to kill you.

Speaking of protective, he is OVERPROTECTIVE as all get-out! The INSTANT he notices something looks a little too fishy, he quickly stands behind you and puts his arm around your waist and holds one of his sickles at the person's throat, making it clear he will cut thier lives short if they threaten those under his protection.

When he first reveals himself to you at long last, he's a little shy, surprising considering that he's the Grim Reaper, but he doesn't know how to process these feelings he has for you.

"H-hello, (Y/N)." He said timidly. You took a step closer and saw an ever so slight blush appear on the wolf's cheeks. He took a step back and then it started to click in your head. But you wanted to be sure. "Glad to see you are in good health mi amo-" He quickly rushed to cover your ears to stop you from hearing him say something in Spanish. You didn't even understand what he was saying since you didn't understand the Spanish language. You notice his breaths are rattled and out of rhythm.

You put your hands on his fluffy cheeks, his fur was so soft and warm, in his eyes you saw a longing that you hadn't seen before. He pulled away and started ranting to himself in Spanish to keep you from knowing what's going on with him. "¿¡Por qué no puedes decir que los amas!? ¡Gah! estúpido estúpido estúpido!" He punched the tree he was hiding behind in anger and then he turned back to you, his blush now more present than before.

"Forgive me..." He said. "I-I am not use to handling these emotions as I have never felt this way before, for anyone." Then you had your confirmation, he was attracted to you. In that moment, you held his cheeks and pulled him in, for a sweet and tender kiss. You lose yourself in this moment, and he loses himself too, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing his tongue so domineering and passionate you almost lose your balance.

He pushes the two of you against the tree with your back to it. You hear his claws digging into the tree but it's drowned out by the sounds of your kissing. "Te amo (Y/N)." He said. You didn't understand Spanish at all, but based on the context of the moment, you knew he was saying 'I love you'. When you had the chance, you said those words back. "I love you too."

A few months later, and you both decided that on the date of your first kiss will be the day of your wedding.

Back to present headcannons

He loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear when he gets the chance.

While your sleeping, he'll keep pulling you closer into his sturdy frame.

Every chance he gets to spend the whole day with you, he takes it and takes you to your favorite places, weather it be the park, arcade, the mall, or the woods.

He is hopelessly in love with you. He will never stop thinking about you in the back of his mind.

He also made you a copy of his poncho to keep you warm in the colder months as well as to remember him by if you start feeling lonely.

Overall, great husband. 10/10. Would recommend.

#headcanons #the last wish #puss in boots #death wolf #character x y/n #fictional husband

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[ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.

"I hate you, Seto!"

"Mokuba—"

The door slammed shut before Seto had an opportunity to say anything more. It was rare for the brothers to fight, and even rarer for them to end this way. They usually stopped being angry halfway through, apologizing and making up. This time, however, the fight had been particularly bad: Mokuba had struggled to contain his anger, and Seto had refused to hear anything that he said since he 'wasn't being reasonable'.

Mokuba didn't care if he was being reasonable or not. He was just angry, and Seto was making it feel like his feelings didn't matter at all.

The first thing Mokuba does when he gets to his bedroom is cry into his pillows. He stays like this for a while before covering himself with a blanket, depressed and sad. It takes two hours for the anger to subside, only to leave regret in Mokuba's heart. He'd gone too far, said too much. Maybe that was true of Seto as well, but the younger Kaiba had also refused to admit to it, had he not?

That's when finally Mokuba leaves his room, although only after cleaning himself up so he didn't look as affected as he had actually been. He walks to Seto's room, ready to apologize and make up, but doesn't find his brother there. Moving to the study, he finds he's not there either.

After a thorough search of the whole mansion, Mokuba realizes Seto left the mansion, and his heart drops in his chest. His sadness comes back full force, only reinforced by the fact Seto hadn't called or even sent a single message during his time away, however long it was.

Tugging on the housekeeper's sleeve, he asks, "Have you seen Seto?" and she shakes her head, looking both confused and sorry for Mokuba.

Ugh, his eyes are probably still red.

Mokuba paces back and forth in the main hall of the mansion for almost half an hour, staring at his phone, worried and concerned for his brother. Seto wasn't the type to just up and leave without a word like that— although it could also be argued that they rarely ever had fights this intense in the first place. But if only he knew where his brother went, where he decided to sulk or if he went back to the KaibaCorp tower or if he decided to take it out on arcade games, he wouldn't have to worry so damn much!

Knock, knock.

Mokuba stops instantly, eyes wide and heart full of hope. He rushes to the door, quickly unlocking it and forcing it open without even considering the fact Seto would not even have to knock if he were to ever come home. He had the keys, after all. By the time the thought is conjured in Mokuba's mind, he's already opened the door.

He drops his phone and a horrified gasp leaves his throat.

It's not Seto standing in front of him— it's a boy. A boy his age, a boy he knows so very well!

A boy that should not be there!

"Y...You..."

Mokuba barely gets a chance to register what's happening before the boy opens his arms, wrapping them securely around him, pulling him into an unnaturally tight hug. The younger Kaiba's far too confused to react, and doesn't return the gesture just yet, eyes wide and heart racing in confusion, panic, fear. From the corner of his eye, he can make out a strand of familiar teal hair.

What's going on? Is this some kind of cruel hallucination his mind's somehow conjured because he felt lonely? It had to be, right?

"N... Noa?"

#x-dreaming-in-digital #((thank you for the prompt!!! of course feel free to reply :)#i hope this was okay ;;))

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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EIGHTEEN, CRAZY (Part III/?)

"Concerning Dates And Rumors II"

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst— and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: mostly fluff/fake dating

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Eighteen, crazy: @greetings-and-salutations

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to drugs, mild violence (Eddie my love I'm sorry), slut shaming

A/N: omg would you look at that? I'm actually updating this fic series. Next in line is a request, then probably the next part of this series, and then a new multipart starts. Enjoy while I go deeper into the Eddie rabbit hole my darlings <3

Prologue Part I Part II part IV

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Unsurprisingly, no attention was paid to Mr. Osman's English class, nor to Mr. Mundy's math class. As easy as it had been been to push the rumors to the back of my head, a single thought made my anxiety cripple.

People believe Eddie had punched Lewenski was bad.

It was just bad.

There were certain people who eagerly awaited for a reason to go after Eddie Munson, that was no secret.

So far, I —like many others— had simply turned a blind eye to that treatment, but this time I wouldn't be able to. I was not only actively involved in the situation; it would be entirely on me if someone decided to do anything to Eddie as some kind of vendetta regarding the previous Friday evening.

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of our cherished lunch break, and, most importantly, giving my friends the cue to torment me with questions.

"Stop." I raised my hand at them once the three surrounded me on our way out of Mr. Mundy's classroom.

"We didn't say anything!" Linda complained, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You were about to!" I snapped, spinning my head to her fast enough to give me whiplash.

"We just wanna know the truth behind all the gossip." Lizzy, who walked at the far left of our group, bent forward in order to meet my gaze.

I sighed, accommodating the books against my chest. "Okay so, he drove me to the arcade. We got a couple of weird looks but we had a good time." I pursed my lips, remembering our date.

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"And when's that test?" I questioned distractedly, sparing Eddie a glance. We had settled for a lonely coin-op machine at the far end of the Arcade. That way, we had our privacy as well as a good look of the scene taking place at the games room.

"Tuesday," he responded, playing with the chains on his denim jeans in an absentminded manner. "but we can study on Monday."

"You know?" I stood upright to take a better look at him. "that's why you need tutoring."

Raising his eyebrows, he lightheartedly mocked my voice. "'You know? that's why you need tutoring'. Okay, mother." I stuck my tongue out to him, which earned my shoulder a soft shove. "Stop talking about school and focus on the game."

"I suck at the game, in case you didn't notice."

"May I?"

Eddie pushed himself off the cabinet's side while I took a step back, motioning at the console with both hands for him to take my spot.

"Actually," he began, choosing to reach his hands out for mine instead of for the controllers. "Let's kill two birds in one stone."

"How?" Though my inquiry held hesitation, I let myself be led back to the front of the machine.

I prayed for Eddie not to notice the way my shoulders tensed up when he, letting go of me, circled my form to stand right behind me, his forearms nonchalantly caging me once he took the joystick in one hand and laid the other's index finger over of the buttons.

"Is this okay?" He whispered near my ear, chin resting atop of my shoulder.

"Yup." I popped the 'P', leaning back on him with folded arms in order to give him further confirmation.

"Okay so, you can't just go around like a headless chicken." He began to explain, expertise digits managing the controllers. "You wanna look where the hell these little guys are going before actually turning. Look—" He pointed at the bottom right corner of the screen. "See this little tunnels, you're gonna wanna look for them."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Then... Well, then everything kinda started to go south." I explained my attentive friends.

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"See?" The front of Eddie's right shoulder playfully bumped my shoulder blade. Even though it was now I who was playing the game, he had remained hovering over me; it was obviously for show, but I found it oddly comforting. "Not that complicated. Leftleftleft— shit."

"Ugh!" I slammed the machine, throwing my head back in frustration.

"Woah!" His words thrummed in his chest, and were quickly followed by an surprised chuckle. "Let's try another game before you smash this one, shall we?" Eddie joked, taking a featherlight hold of my hip before propelling us both away from the cabinet. "I think you're gonna like—"

"Hey, Y/n." Eddie fell awfully silent when a boy wearing the signature Hawkins High basketball team bomber cut through the crowd to stand in our way. "Is this creep bothering you?"

After giving the boy a bewildered look, a single breathy chuckle fell from my lips "Do I know you?"

The boy looked offended for a second. "I'm Patrick McKinney. We're neighbors." When I turned to check Eddie's face and I saw his head casted down, I knew it was time to get moving.

"Alright Patrick," clearing my throat, I tapped Eddie's hand, still hanging on my side, and proceeded to move the junior out of the way. "thanks for your concerns but I'm good."

"Did he give you... anything?" He inquired, way too loud for anyone's liking but his.

"I might just ask him to do so, 'cause you're kinda giving me a headache." I spat, hooking my arm under Eddie's and leading him to the Arcade's entrance.

"That's gonna get you in trouble." Eddie pointed out, tilting his chin down for me to hear his words.

"I hope so." Only once we were crossing the establishment's front door, I let go of Eddie. "I think that's enough for tonight, though."

"Yeah, me too." The metalhead, who had been so unusually taciturn since Patrick approached us, began to loosen up, coming back to his usual self. "Sooo... Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah!" I instantly replied, a beam tugging the corners of my mouth as we walked to his van. "It was a great 'first date'." I accompanied the two last words with quotation marks.

Eddie's face lit up with a proud grin, which soon turned into a grimace when someone called his name from somewhere on the sidewalk we had just left behind.

"Wait up, Munson!" Mike Lewenski appeared jogging into our line of vision, moving to stand face to face with Eddie. "You got anything?"

"Not today, man." The long haired boy responded in a careful tone, his brown eyes searching for our mean of transport over Lewenski's shoulder.

"Oh c'mon, I'm sure you got something." The senior insisted, stepping backwards instead of moving out of the way once me and Eddie resumed our walk.

It was only then that my presence seemed to dawn on him, dangerous eyes squinted at me with his chin tilted. "Y/I/n. How come you're out and about?"

"I felt like it." I simply muttered. Something about Lewenski had always made me uneasy; the less contact I had with him, the better.

"You cleaned up good, huh?" He commented, blatantly ogling me, which pushed me to lean closer to Eddie for some kind of safety. "Wait. Is this, like, a date or something?"

Silence.

"Damn! That's how desperate you are?" He sneered. "You could've asked me."

Eddie and I shared a brief half annoyed, half concerned glance. "Okay, man, move." My so-called date requested, his right hand traveling to the small of my back while the left one dug into his pocket for the van's keys. "I'm taking the lady home."

Mike did, indeed, move, but not as it had been requested; he had taken a step forward, nearly bumping into Eddie. Whatever fear I might have had was beginning to be substituted by irritation at the boy's behavior.

Apparently, his actions had a similar effect on Eddie; with an unintelligible string of curses falling from his lips, the metalhead used his left hand to take a fistful of Lewenski's jacket and shove him aside, making him stumble to the side.

We both silently agreed on taking off to the van as fast as we could without making it seem like we were running away.

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"okay, yeah, he didn't punch him," Lizzy started, almost disappointed. "But technically—"

"No, he did not punch him. Period." I emphasized the negative in my statement, raising a menacing index finger at my friend without stopping to look at her. "Stop talking about that."

"You think it's gonna give him trouble?" George's concerned voice was low; he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Y'know, we should check on him after lunch." He suggested, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Yeah." I nodded in agreement, squeezing the books out of anxiety.

"Unless... you wanna go check on him now?"

"What are you two whispering about?" Linda, who had been left behind with Liz, scuttled to fall into step with us two. "Wanna share with the class?"

"Uhm—"

"Y/n wanted to check something." George jumped in before I could voice my concern. "Why don't you two go grab a seat?" He suggested, tugging my sleeve to walk past the cafeteria entrance. "We'll be right back!"

"You have any idea of where we're going?" I questioned, once we had put some distance between our confused friends.

"I'm... Looking for one of them..." George informed me, skimming the halls with watchful eyes. "The D&D club guys."

"Good call." I began mirroring George's actions once we turned a corner. It was difficult to recognize a face you never paid attention to, but with any luck, one of them would be wearing that weird shirt. "Maybe we should—"

Slam!

My head instinctively snapped in the loud hit's direction, searching for the originator of it, but George saw it first. "Y/n." He yanked my blouse, pointing at certain long-haired lanky boy dressed in black who was being pinned to a locker by none other than Tommy H.

"HEY!"

"Y/n wait—"

Managing to escape George's protective grasp, I made my way past the crowd gathering around the two seniors. My heart missed a beat when I began to catch on Tommy's words.

"—can't go punching good people around," he gave Eddie a firm shake, making his head hit the rusty brass again. "you fucking freak, you think you'd get away with it, huh?"

Eddie's eyes and mouth were shut, and I couldn't tell if he was trying to hold back and not hit the boy who had him by the collar, or if he was genuinely scared.

"Get off him!" I took a strong hold of the younger senior's arm and yanked him back so he would face me. "What the fuck's wrong with you, Hagan?!"

"And you!" Tommy pointed an accusing finger at me. "You were the bitch who was with him last Friday!"

"Watch your mouth, asshole!" Eddie yelled earning himself another slam against the lockers on Tommy's part, who's gaze stayed fixed on me.

"Little Miss Perfect's not perfect at all, huh? Hanging out with the freak," He taunted me. "Turns out she's just another easy slut!"

I didn't give my actions much thought before slapping Tommy across the face, making the whole hall go silent. "Shut up," I warned with a rage I didn't know I could feel. "or I'll shove my heel so far up your ass that you'll have to go through surgery to get it out."

"You are threatening me?" He retorted, pushing me back hard enough for me to stumble.

"Mr. Hagan!" Ms. Kelley, guided by George, struggled to get to us, but soon enough she was taking Tommy with her to the principal's office.

Just like the ruckus had started, it came to an end.

"Jesus fuck..." Eddie groaned, crouching to grab his bag, lying on the cold floor after being forcefully discarded and emptied on the hall.

"I'm so sorry." Taking a quick step to Eddie, I blurted out the very much needed apology before anything else could come to my mind.

"You know what that was about?" He questioned, looking up from the ground.

"Someone's spreading the rumor that you... punched Lewenski at the arcade." I explained, kneeling down and placing my books on the floor in order to help him put his things back into his backpack. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I literally found out this morning."

"To be fair," once everything was back into his bag, his eyes locked with mines. "He's just coooonstantly looking for dumb reasons to come at me. Plus," with a grunt, he got back up again, pulling his bag with him. "You wanted rumors right?"

"Yeah, but not rumors that cause you problems." I clarified, picking up my books and taking the ringed hand Eddie was offering me to aid me stand up.

"Listen, Y/n," after taking a quick peek around us, Eddie threw the bag's strap over his shoulder and stepped closer, towering over me. "First off, I really don't care. And second, we got a deal and I'm committed, alright?"

"Alright." I whispered back, trying my best not to blush at the deliberate proximity.

"Speaking of which," he finally stepped back, letting me release a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It's your turn to hold up your side of the bargain." Doing a half turn, he reached out for me to intertwin my fingers with him before he started walking, which I did.

"We can meet right after class." I suggested, letting our hands swing as we walked. It felt oddly natural, which freaked me out a little bit. "Either at the bleachers or, I don't know, the library?"

"You know that picnic table that's in the middle of the woods?" He questioned, turning the corner in the cafeteria's direction.

"Uh... The one past the football field?" He gave me a nod. "Yeah, I know where that is."

"Okay then, I'll meet you there after last period." He slowed down once we crossed the entrance and, instead of letting go of my hand, he spun to face me and bent over to place a kiss on the back of my hand, making my tummy flutter. "Enjoy your lunch, m'lady."

I could only respond with a quiet 'you too' I doubted he was able to catch while he took off to the pariahs' table.

Half of the eyes in the cafeteria were focused on my frozen frame, but I barely registered it; Eddie's hand kiss had once again shut my senses down.

God, what the hell had I gotten myself into?

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leelei1980 · 1 year

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Part 2 - Made for you

Phone Call🌶️

🛑Mature 18+ minors DNI 🛑

Eddie

I looked at my watch, 7:00. Finally, my favorite part of the day. Time to call Veronica.It had been a week since I left her at her apartment in Illinois, and I missed her so goddamn much. We had been practically inseparable since we met last year and I had forgotten what my life was like before she was in it. It was quiet, and boring.

No more band practice now that Jeff and Scotty had gone away to college, Nancy was gone, and Robin, though not far away was living on campus and we would only see her now on weekends. That left Harrington and the Gremlins. Dustin, the little shit and found himself a girlfriend at Computer Camp so spent most of his nights chatting with Suzie and Lucas spent most of his time with Max. It was interesting watching their relationship bloom. Max was at times a tough person to read and Lucas would come to me of all people for advice, which Steve hated. Poor Mike, still alone but no longer pining for my girlfriend, now had a crush on another girl that he met at the arcade and if he wasn't a complete dumbass might have a chance with her if he could keep his cool. They were all sophomores this year , a little more mature and a little more independent. I was proud of them.

I picked up the phone beside my bed and dialed the number I had now memorized and waited for it to ring.

Once, twice," Hello?"

My heart fluttered at the sound of her voice. I missed her so goddamn much. " Hey Sweetheart."

" Hey Baby! I was afraid I was going to miss your call, I was in the shower, not that I wouldn't have called you the minute I got out but I know you would have worried if the phone kept ringing and ringing. Jesus Christ I'm rambling, I miss you so much Eds."

I smiled to myself." I miss you too baby." So much it hurts, but I could never let on."How was your day today? Finding your way around campus alright?"

" Yeah, it's still a little overwhelming, but I'm getting into the swing of things. It's just all about timing, figuring how long it takes me to get from point A to point B. My Professors are great. Still getting use to the new routine, I keep telling myself it's just the new school jitters, pretty soon it will be my new normal . " She sighed. " It's so quiet and lonely without my little Metalhead around."

" I know Ronnie, it's so fucking boring without you here." I shuffled through the Polaroids of Veronica that I kept beside my bed, stopping at a sexy one that we took the day that I gave her her promise ring. On her knees, looking up at me with those big dark eyes, head tilted, breasts fucking popping in that sweet purple dress. "I'm looking at a picture of you right now."

" Are you? A sweet one or a sexy one?"

" A sexy one.

" Oh, I should have known. I have a picture of us right beside my bed. I look at it every night before I fall asleep. I miss having you in my bed."

" I miss having you in my arms. I miss the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin." I sighed." You said you just got out of the shower?"

" I did. Right now I'm sitting on my bed putting lotion on to keep my skin soft for you baby. "

" Are you wearing pajamas ?"

" Nothing but a towel."

“ Your killing me."

"I feel so silky and smooth. My hands are just gliding over my skin. Oops, my towel just fell off."

" No it fucking didn't, did it really?" I closed my eyes, picturing her sitting on her pink comforter, hair twisted up in a towel, completely naked. I swallowed hard.

" Yup, just slid right off. "

" Your such a fucking tease."

"What are you wearing?"

" Sweatpants, but let's not talk about me right now."

She giggled. " I bet there is a sizable bulge in those sweatpants right now." She paused." I wish I was there to see it, to put my hands around it-"

" Are you aware of what your doing to me right now?"

" What baby?" She cooed ." What am I doing to you?"

" Your making me so goddamn hard right now-"

" My poor baby. Well if it makes you feel any better the thought of you getting hard is making me so wet-"

" Nope, didn't make me feel any better. Jesus Christ, it did the opposite of make me feel better." I shifted my pants around my aching erection.

" Aww, I wish I was there to help you, to touch you, to wrap my lips around you-"

I groaned." Fuck Princess, your going to make me blow my load."

" That's the point."

I couldn't take it any longer, I slid my hand down the front of my pants." I wish you were bouncing up and down on my cock right now."

I heard a moan on her end of the line and I thought I was about to fucking lose it."You'd fill me up so good baby-"

" You fucking know it Princess. I would fuck you so hard-"

There was a knock at my front door and I nearly jumped out of my skin."Holy shit!"

" Are you close Eds?" I heard her ask, practically panting into the phone.

" Uh, yeah."

" What's wrong?"

" Someones knocking at my door." I sighed, so frustrated." I'm so sorry darling."

" You'd better go see who it is. Just call me back later ok?"

" I'm sorry." Another knock.

" It's fine baby. I love you."

" I love you too."

" Bye."

" Bye." I hung up the phone and stomped my way to the door, throwing it open. There stood Steve and Dustin on my doorstep." This better be fucking good."

" Woah, buddy are you ok?" Steve asked." We tried to call you but the line was busy." He squinted at me. "You look flushed."

" I'm fine. I know the line was busy, I was on the phone with Veronica."

" Oh," Steve's eyes widened. "Ohhh."

" Yeah Ohhh." I sighed." What did you guys want?"

" We we're going to go get pizza and wanted to see if you wanted to join us. We know that you haven't been out much since Ronnie left." Dustin shrugged.

I felt my frustration fade away. They were just thinking of me, just trying to be nice."Thanks guys, sorry about being a dick. I'll go with you. I'm just going to call Ronnie back real quick, let her know everything is ok."

" Sounds good. Tell her we said hey!"

I ran to the phone in the kitchen this time and dialed her number. She picked up first ring.

" Eddie?"

" It's me baby. It was Steve and Dustin, they want me to go get pizza with them. Trying to get me out of the house. They tried calling but the line was busy."

" Aww, that's sweet."

" They said Hi."

" Tell them I said Hi back. Your going to go with them right?"

" Yeah. As much as I was annoyed with them it is nice that they were thinking of me. "

" Absolutely. We can pick up where we left off another time. "

" I promise, next time you will have my undivided attention."

" I love you. Have fun with the guys."

" Thanks Sweetheart. I love you." We both hung up.

I walked out of the trailer and got into Steve's car.

" All good?" Dustin asked.

" Yeah. Ronnie said hi."

Steve backed out of my driveway then looked over at me, brows furrowed. "So was that technically cockblocking, because we weren't really blocking you from anything-"

I shook my head." Your such a Dick."

They both laughed. As much as I hated to admit it in this moment I was going to miss these assholes

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic

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millenniumdueled · 2 years

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15. How do they show their love without words?

lots of different ways, this little man can fit SO much love, but he wouldn't know how to say it in words anyway.

gifts are a big one, just little silly knick knacks like claw machine plushies he wins at the arcade, something funny that reminds him of an inside joke, etc. he's usually pretty good at taking note of things that people he cares about get excited over, collect, etc. lots of "i just saw this and thought of you!!"

acts of service are another, even if it's something he would normally have no interest in or straight up not enjoy, he has no problem going out of his way to help and support the people he cares about. he would throw himself on a landmine for the people he loves most.

a really big one is just. spending time with them. he's always down to hang out with pretty much anyone, sure. but he would hang out with Joey every single day if he could. even if they're doing their own things, he makes himself available to just be around his best friend. he hates being alone, so he really desires keeping the people he loves most from feeling lonely, too.

but probably the biggest one is just like. actually opening up to someone? he's really good at putting on a big, bright smile and promising that he's okay!!! he's great! he doesn't easily talk about the things on his mind because he doesn't want to stress or scare anyone, doesn't want anyone to worry about or pity him. so when he finally breaks down and admits his fears and insecurities, it's only to someone who he truly loves and trusts to not think any differently about him after.

#ooc #answers #headcanons #h.

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chaoticrobotics · 2 years

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Well about Eclipse, If you let me talk about him, I met him once and even In The arcade, AND I TOTALLY DID NOT WENT IN YOUR ROOM, Okay I did and Eclipse looked lonely, He is nice! But he does have a problem but imma stop talking about eclipse, that’s wonderful, I think I was one of them when I was little heh

Question for moon (If he has the energy to answer): what is your favorite person and same question for sun

[I'm ignoring the part about Eclipse because this is not something that is going to happen in my canon. Sorry, but you don't know my Eclipse enough to say something like this, especially since you also can't really meet Eclipse in the game in the way that you would be able to get a personality from him. Also, if Moon found out you did this... it wouldn't end well]

Sun: We already answered this about who we like and dislike, though that person used the word hate which is definitely not an appropriate word in my opinion.

Moon: "Stop trying to censor people for non-swear words. Anyway, like Sun said, we answered this. Sun picked Roxy and Chica, with Chica a bit higher than Roxy, and I picked Monty and DJ. There."

Sun: "You said you wouldn't ruin the mood. Now you are all snappy! Maybe you should actually sleep if you are gonna keep acting like this."

Moon: "Make me."

Sun: "You know I can't! Ugh, whatever! I just won't talk for you anymore!" >:(

#questionnaire #sundrop #moondrop #noart #asks #chaostalks

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michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover · 2 years

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Hiya!! Since requests are open, if there is no trouble, could i request headcanons of what would include being Michael afton's best friend?? Please <3

Hell yeah!!

Michael Afton x best friend!reader

You guys became friends after his brother's death

He was almost completely alone, except for his dad and his 'Uncle' Henry, and you wouldn't stand for him having no friends at school

He teaches you how to play the guitar

Arcade hangouts are the most fun for you guys, since you don't have to deal with parents or other teens most of the time

You go to the park sometimes too

That usually ends in pushing each other off swings and throwing gravel and/or mulch at each other

Water balloon fights become a regular occurrence during the summer

You both meet new people who seem lonely the next school year and decide to form a friend group

You're a group of 6- Mike, Hannah, Sarah, Jeremy, Dustin, and you, of course

You guys drag them everywhere, showing them the best spots to hang out. These places consist of the arcade, the park, the woods, and various other places deemed unfit for a group of very chaotic and somewhat queer teenagers such as yourselves

Bonding activities include swapping walkmans(and therefore poking fun at each other's music tastes), pillow fights, in-the-dark tag, campfire stories around semi-legal campfires, and helping each other with homework one person is better at than others

Michael once "borrowed" William's car and you all got taken down to the police station for it

You mostly stick to only having sleepovers with Mike

You and Mike also do a lot of art and music stuff together

When college rolls around, your friend group gets a bit broken up

You, Mike, and Jeremy all end up in the same college, so your friendship with Mike stays the same, and your friendship with Jeremy gets even better

Jeremy is a theater nerd and you and Mike go to all his performances, no matter how small his part

Henry, your parents, and Jeremy's parents are all at your graduation

You all go your separate ways but remain good friends, meeting up on Friday nights to discuss life and the like

#michael afton #fnaf fandom #mike schmidt #fnaf fanfiction #michael afton x reader #jeremy fitzgerald

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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fallout new vegas/fallout 3 companions react to six/lone drawing them?

FONV and FO3 Companions React to Six/Lone Drawing Them

Okay, this one I did kind of randomly, and it ended up being pretty short and quick 😅 but I found it mostly done and buried in my drafts and thought it was cute, so I hope y'all enjoy!

Sorry it's literally so late it may as well be from the stone ages.

Let me know if you wanna see anyone else at all!

FONV:

Arcade:

Given the usual interaction between him and Six, Arcade thinks it’s going to end up being some kind of joke when they tell him what they're up to. So, he's actually genuinely surprised when he sees how nice the drawing comes out. Before he can really catch what he's doing, Arcade finds himself smiling when he looks at the little portrait. He loves the way they captured his little smirk and quirked eyebrows, and is amazed by how realistic it is. Though, he chooses not to tell them all that; instead, the doctor just settles for his grin, and a choice comment about the handsome lad on the paper in front of him.

Boone:

He doesn’t say much (as usual) when Six tells him to hold still, but when they're finished and hand the paper over to him, Boone can't help but soften his gaze at the way they captured him at work on his sniper rifle. They even included the little 1st Recon badge on his beret, and managed to catch him without his sunglasses. He gives the paper a small smile and nods in recognition of Six's talents as he notes the distant look in his lead-grey eyes and the serious frown he's almost always wearing. All this time they've spent together... He supposes it makes sense that they now know him well, but to see the way they see him reflected back at him is uncanny. Maybe too accurate for his own liking.

After a few moments, Boone hands it back and comments on how good it is. Later, he even suggests maybe they spend a simple day in, where they can both work on some of their drawings at once. Ever since all his missions out in the field with the 1st Recon team, wherein they would all sit around waiting for their turn to keep watch, he's had a small talent for it. For Boone, drawing used to be just a way to pass the time, but now he finds it oddly therapeutic. He surely wouldn't mind spending a day swapping tips on it with Six.

Cass:

She definitely judges them a bit before it’s done, huffing about having to sit still for so long, and complaining as they try to capture her restless form. At first, when Six shows her, she snorts at what she sees, thinking they were a little too generous with the way they made her look, but after Six assures her that that’s how they really see her, Cass decides that she really does like it. Still though, that doesn't keep her from punching them in the arm a little too hard in her appreciation, if only to distract her companion from the nearly unnoticeable blush spreading across her cheeks as she takes in the striking, yet scrappy image of the redhead on the paper.

Raul:

Right away, he compliments them on their great skill when he sees the finished product, baffling even himself as the praise leaves his mouth. He had intended to be more sarcastic, maybe to make a little fun at them for having such a useful skill to help them survive the unforgiving Mojave wasteland, but he finds that his genuine astonishment at their skill just slips right out. Raul actually really likes the way they captured him so much that he asks to keep the work. His little smile, the exasperated expression and small crinkle of his eyes, not to mention the painstaking detail of his marred skin... Yeah, he could say what he wanted about his companion, and he often did, but the boss really could draw. Later, if Six peeks their head into his quarters, it's likely that they'll find the drawing framed and set on the table right beside his workbench, the place where he spends most of his time, and it always tends to make them smile.

Veronica:

She loves drawing, you kind of have to if you're going to be a successful field scribe, and she gets really excited internally when she sees what Six is doing, but still acts like she doesn’t notice that they're drawing her. Acting as casual as she can, Veronica even throws them a few poses to use as she tuts around the Lucky 38 room, organizing their supplies for their next outing. When Six does finally show her their work, she gasps in both feigned and genuine surprise. Even though she’s full of crap, (they knew she sneaked a peek of the drawing beforehand, come on, she was less than subtle), still, they’re glad she likes it. Her eyes widen as she grabs at the paper, bringing it close to her face as she stares into the eyes of her own lead reflection.

How did they capture her so well? And they drew her in two different poses? She looked so lifelike, like this smaller version of herself could just jump right off the page. Oh, she loves it, and immediately asks if she can keep it, promising to let them draw her again, if only so they can keep one for themself, considering how good it is. Also, she really wouldn't mind spending some time trying to draw them in return. When did artists ever get a treat like that?

FO3:

Butch:

A broad, goofy smile spreads across his face as Butch notices Lone's action. He immediately strikes a nonchalant pose, slicks his hair back and throws them a winning smolder, earning him an eyeroll from the artist, but still, they made no move to halt the movement of their pencil. When they're finished, they shake their head at his reaction. It's clear that he thinks he looks pretty hot in the rendition of himself, as it really does look unnervingly lifelike, but... He does have one complaint. His hair isn't quite right. It needs to be bigger on the top, slicker on the sides, more voluminous overall, really. He definitely has more style than they’re giving him credit for. Other than that though, yeah, he looks pretty damn cool. Maybe Lone could design his next poster for the barber shop? If they can get his hair right, that is.

Charon:

Doesn’t do or say too much, just blinks at them as they show him what they managed to do while he was paying attention to repairing his armor. Charon later picks it up when Lone is sleeping and looks at it more affectionately, noting the way they paid such attention to the tiny details of his roughened face, the piercing way his eyes shown through the page, the way they captured his features without calling undue attention to the imperfections littering his marred skin. He simply held the paper for a long while, studying the way someone else saw him, and marveling at it. He'd never deemed himself such a thing, but in their eyes, he looked different, he didn't just see his own ghoulishness, the hard look he always wore, no, to them he almost looked… handsome.

Clover:

Clover poses for Lone as soon as she notices what they're doing, making light of it as she jokes about later doing some more... erotic pieces if they're so keen to capture her this way. She continues making fun of them and trying to get them to blush, until she sees how good the drawing is. She's actually flattered at the way Lone captured her. It wasn't crude, or sexualized, or inaccurate, like so many she had seen. It was just... her. Looking candid and relaxed as she was lost in her own thoughts. She'd never seen herself quite like this before. She decides to ask if she can keep it, and often pulls it out to look it over at the most random of times. The drawing brings her a sense of relief and comfort. It gives her hope that not everyone sees her the way that Eulogy did, that all of the slavers, and so many others had all her life. It's a relief to know that Lone doesn't look at her and see the same shallow things everyone else had, and maybe that means that there's more to her than everyone seemed to think, including herself.

Cross:

The Star Paladin never even noticed them capturing her on the page. Immediately upon seeing it, she compliments them on their skill, smiles and nods appreciatively at their talent, telling them their father would be proud. She tries to speak to them about their past with art, how they learned it, how long they've been practicing, what they most liked to draw, even as her eyes continuously flicker to the paper over and over. In the end, Cross asks if she may keep the portrait so that she can have it framed. No one has ever done anything like this for her... Really, it's the only image of herself that she believes she's ever seen done by another. She especially likes the way they captured her determination in her gaze, her strong jawline, and the shoulders of her power armor.

Sometimes it gets a little embarrassing, but she tends to boast about Lone's talents to any willing, or honestly unwilling (she has a hard time determining that sort of thing) set of ears that comes within range, even going so far as to show them to her quarters to see the portrait, if they seem interested enough. She means well, she really does, but even she can't help but notice the way their cheeks redden at her praise.

Fawkes:

It's not too often that Fawkes finds himself smiling properly, but when he sees the way that Lone perceives him, he can't help his broad grin. He's never liked his appearance, not since he changed all those years ago, but the way Lone sees him isn’t so bad, he thinks. They offer him the drawing to keep, after witnessing the joy it brought him, and Fawkes becomes even more overwhelmed. He already feels like he owes them so much for his freedom, and this... The mutant is beyond words when they hand it to him, and he handles it oh so gently until he can place it someplace safe, where he can take it out to remind himself that not everyone sees himself as the monster he wishes he didn't appear to be.

Jericho:

“What the shit? Why are you drawing me? Knock it off, kid, it ain't funny.”

Jericho's not a huge fan of his looks either, mostly due to his insecurity regarding his age, and so he tries to convince his companion that it's a waste of time when he sees what they're doing, but to no avail. He doesn't physically try to stop them, but he does turn away, hoping that's clear enough. When they've finished, their process ultimately uninhibited by Jericho's efforts, he only grunts in response, not saying much, even when a frown drags at Lone's mouth. But the truth of the matter is, the old raider can’t keep his eyes off it. When they’re not paying attention, Jericho really studies the image of himself, unwittingly smiling at the portrait, at his irked expression and the cigarette in his mouth. They even managed to capture every hair of his beard, the lines on his face, the scars, and yet... He doesn't look so bad, actually. Hell, maybe this kid's actually got somethin' in the ways of talent.

Maybe they could even do it again sometime, get his rifle in it too, draw him doing something badass. That might not be so bad.

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Do you still do reacts?

If so, NV companions react to just waltzing into the tops and blasting Benny without a word

Yep, still do!

TW: Gunfire, violence, death

Of course, the Tops took the courier's apparent weaponry as soon as they entered the casino, but they handed each piece over gladly. Their eyes were fixed on the man at the far end of the casino floor, across all of the roulette wheels, craps tables and blackjack semi-circles that were seeing healthy use for a Tuesday afternoon. The man in the checkered coat with his back to the front entrance, surrounded by bodyguards. The man they had been chasing since Goodsprings.

"Come on," the courier said with barely-contained excitement to their companion, nearly skipping as they wound through all of the fancy, hardwood, green-felted tables that House must have dug out of storage to make his utopia. The scorned messenger's hand was already reaching for their concealed weapon, but their companion didn't notice until it was too late to change their mind.

Benny Gecko didn't notice it either. When he heard their footsteps approaching, he turned. It was a casual, smooth movement that was abruptly interrupted by realization. "What in the goddamn...?"

That was all he got out, really, before the courier put a bullet straight through his head and all hell broke loose.

Arcade Gannon: "Oh, fuck," Arcade swore. His face went very white, and he barely got his plasma pistol up in time to fire off a shot at the man who was rushing him with a knife. His attacker roared and flailed into the nearest roulette wheel, but he went down out of arm's reach of both Arcade and the courier, who dove for cover.

"Six, what the hell?!?" Arcade yelled around the solid pool table at the courier, who was locked in battle with two Chairmen who were smart enough not to engage in hand-to-hand. They had upended a few tables and chairs to slow any advances, but they were poking their heads up far too frequently for the courier not to play whack-a-mole.

Sure enough, the Mojave's latest instigator put a bullet square through one of their necks before turning to answer him. "I got the checkered fuck!" they shrieked jubilantly. "Let's see him get up again!"

Even though he was in the middle of a firefight, Arcade couldn't help putting his face in his hand, if only for a moment.

Craig Boone: Cover. Boone's mind was going a million miles a second, as it usually did when gunfire broke out near him. Cover and line of sight. The craps table he'd ducked behind was good enough for now, but it wouldn't hold long. There was a balcony overlooking the room, but the stairs up to it were nowhere to be found. No use risking a run to a spot he wasn't even sure how to access.

"11 o'clock!" he called to the courier, who'd managed to upend a pool table next to the stairs that led up from the sunken casino floor. They fired over the barrier and laid out a Chairman in a striped suit with some kind of SMG.

"Roger!" they barked back, two beats too late. Boone couldn't help smirking at their tardiness. He peeked around his own cover and found another of Benny's guards, who clearly hadn't noticed the NCR sniper within his range. Boone's rifle was up in an instant. It would be the man's last mistake.

Lily Bowen: Taking cover wasn't really an option for the grandmotherly nightkin, so she waded into the chaos as she usually did. It would have been quicker work if she'd had her vertibird blade handy, but her fists made for pretty good weapons, and Leo began to take hold of her as soon as a few bullets found their way into her limbs. Lily let the familiar feeling wash over her, and she tried to distance herself from the pain that crept in. Stinging pain, dull pain, sharp pain, lonely pain: It all rolled into the same thing, and it brought her back to the surface again when the noise around her stopped and the courier's hand grasped hers.

"Lily?" they called to her, squeezing her big fingers tightly. "Lily, come back to me."

Lily smiled. "Grandma's here, pumpkin."

There were tears in the courier's eyes, of relief and the satisfaction of something laid to rest. "It's over, Lily. Let's go home."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul had already ducked behind the nearest blackjack table by the time the courier had their gun up to blast Benny, and he pulled his own revolver out in anticipation of the fight. The lights of the casino drew his eyes for a second, and he looked up to see that they were embedded in an enormous, hanging art installation of a chandelier that spanned the entire length of the gambling floor. Raul squinted. Sure enough, just there and there were the wires suspending this end of it, barely visible through the artistic holes that had been punched in the middle to give the whole thing the appearance of depth.

Raul aimed his gun, let out the breath he'd been holding, and gently squeezed the trigger. The nearest support wire snapped, and the whole light display shuddered and tilted. "Abajo!" he yelled to the courier.

The courier glanced up at the noise and dove under a pool table just before the chandelier ripped its other support loose and crashed down atop the Chairmen assailants in a spectacular shower of sparks, drywall and metal beams.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "You tell 'em, Six!" Cass whooped, crushing her hat further onto her head as she whipped her shotgun around. "Who's next? Who wants a kiss from my 20 gauge?"

The next Chairman didn't get any words out before she nailed him in the face with a shotgun blast, and his friend took the same treatment before she had to duck behind a roulette wheel to reload. She had almost gotten herself back into the fight when a third suited bastard brought the fight to her, and the two sprawled out over the carpeted floor wrestling for her gun.

"Should've... bought me... dinner... first," Cass grunted, punctuating each part of the sentence with a punch to the jaw. The Chairman wasn't easily put off, though, and Cass shrieked when he got a hand up in her hair and yanked hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She dug her fingernails into his neck in response, and this finally dislodged him long enough to give her an opening and bring her gun back around. Before she could give him what he deserved, though, he fell back with a new hole in his chest courtesy of the courier.

Cass looked up at them with a grin. "I had it under control."

They smirked. "You sure did."

Veronica Santangelo: "Oh, this is happening." Veronica spun around, trying to spot any latecomers that might try to attack from behind. Sure enough, there were a few straggling Chairmen running in from reception, awkwardly reaching for concealed guns beneath their suits as they did.

"You're on your own, Six!" Veronica announced, abandoning them and the four other doomed Chairmen that surrounded Benny's corpse. "Try not to die!"

"You too!" The courier called as she raced away. The first Chairmen had only just gotten his gun out before the Scribe hit him with an uppercut so hard it sent him flying into his colleague right behind him. Veronica rolled, dodging a stray gunshot from the mess she'd just left, and popped up next to a third attacker. She sent him thudding into the wall, eyes rolling.

"Okay, I'm warmed up now," Veronica joked, shifting her weight like a professional boxer. "Anyone else?"

ED-E: ED-E began blasting the triumphant music it had prepared for the occasion and fired lasers at anything in the courier's way. The Chairmen yelped as its energy beams found their joints, hands and centers of mass, burning enough to distract them at the exact worst moments. "Take out the bot!" one of them yelled, just before ED-E nailed him right in the ear.

Gunfire turned toward the eyebot, but the order came too late. The bullets only served to pinpoint the Chairmen's locations for the courier, who finished each one off with gusto. As a final flourish, ED-E dove straight into the face of the last man standing, leaving him out cold with an impressive goose egg forming on his forehead.

The courier wiped their hands and put their gun away. "Don't do that," they scolded the robot half-heartedly. "You'll knock your circuitry loose again."

ED-E chirped and tilted its speaker up toward the courier's own forehead scar, somehow managing to sound sarcastic.

Rex: The next man that reached for the courier went down with a cyberdog's teeth in his throat, and the courier's gun finished him off as well. The pair moved like a well-oiled machine, Rex immobilizing each attacker until his companion neutralized them. He wove expertly between table and chair legs to get to the last man with a gun out, knocking him flat on his back and growling into his face.

"Wait, boy," the courier ordered softly. Rex continued to growl, but he remained square on his victim's chest. Blood dripped from his metal jaw onto the quivering man's chin.

The courier set their gun against the Chairman's temple. "Benny's room key. I need it."

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volexis · 3 years

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— washing machine heart

you were starting to believe your washing machine was broken. for one, your clothes were always full of dog hair, which wasn’t surprising given the lively puppy that bounds through your house at all hours of the day.

though you’ve only just gotten her recently, you’ve grown accustomed to the soft click of her nails on the floor, echoing from every room during her misadventures throughout the day. it’s a reassuring sound, reminding you that you’re never alone. her company’s certainly welcome, the resounding silence of your practically empty home never sat quite well with you.

your hands freeze when you realize the air in your house is a little too still. the only sound stretching through your small space is the gentle tumble of the clothes in the dryer. where could she have gone?

you follow the trail of quickly forgotten toys and misplaced decorative pillows to find her sitting by your front door. that’s right, suna usually took her out for a walk around this time.

the thought of his name alone sends a tiny pang through your chest. now wasn’t the time. but would there ever be a good time? you spent the days after you discovered the half-empty closet, half-empty home, in the clouds. busying yourself into foolishly believing his absence was temporary.

you’re brought back to reality at the light scratching on your door, a pout on her face when she noticed you don’t have her leash in hand.

“i’m sorry, bub, i can’t take you right now.” you reached down to give her a comforting pat, but she shied away with a soft whine. it tugged at your heartstrings, maybe you weren’t the one she was looking for.

regrettably, she wouldn’t be going out right now. you were in over your head buried in mountains of overdue laundry while suna was... gone.

you sigh as you return to your pile of haphazardly folded clothes. they still tickled with stubborn hairs that wouldn’t quite leave and the smell of something all too painfully familiar, his cologne.

yes, there was something most definitely wrong with your machine. your laundry would smell of his cologne until the cycle’s spun the last of your shared pet’s fur from your favorite sweater and your sheets no longer reminded you of the way his hold on you would tighten in the small hours of the morning when he thought you were asleep. at this point, you can’t quite remember if he smelled more of a woodsy musk or something more vibrant.

that’s how breakups go, you suppose. you never thought your love would turn to nothing more than a memory, one you could barely keep a hold of nowadays. a movie you saw once upon a dream that ended in nothing but fiendishly acerbic arguments and smashed pottery. how could your love turn to something so foul so quickly? it felt like it was just yesterday when you both shared the same embarrassed rush when his fingers just happened to brush yours while walking together. when he stuttered over his words the first time he said ‘i love you’. where did it all go?

perhaps it left the moment you realized his eyes didn’t hold the same illustrious shine they used to. when his hands avoided chancing any encounter with your skin. when you’d gently ask if there was a problem and suna would give you the same well-meaning, watery smile he’d give his fans when he was backed into a corner. desperately feigning politeness with every twitch of his lips.

maybe he thought if he flashed his impossibly bright teeth a bit more he’d distract you from whatever worry plagued your mind. it hurt to think he’d ever do something so sordid, so unmistakably crude. maybe you did something wrong? maybe you pushed too hard, demanded too much of his time, never quite understood his burdens.

it was naive of you to think surprising him with a puppy would’ve saved the ragged, threadbare tatters of your relationship. you wished you could’ve been better. that way, you might’ve been able to keep the key to what used to be your shared home on that silly little lanyard he had won you at some two-time arcade on your first date instead of spending your days in a new, unfamiliar home. that way, you would’ve been able to wake up entangled in his arms instead of facing the lonely, brutal warmth of your empty bed. maybe then your washing machine wouldn't be broken. maybe then you’d still remember what he smelled like.

a/n: so i came up with this last night while picking up after my cat and then wrote this on a whim instead of studying for my exam today! low key high key really hate this so please forgive me if it doesn't make sense i wrote it in one go :,)

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fosermi · 3 years

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Smile

A lego monkie kid fic about redson rediscovering the true meaning of a smile.

Do enjoy and tell me what you think!

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smile.

Verb, to form one's features into a pleased, kind, or amused expression, typically with the corners of the mouth turned up and the front teeth exposed.

Noun, a pleased, kind, or amused facial expression, typically with the corners of the mouth turned up and the front teeth exposed.

A smile…

Redson knew its meaning for he has smiled on multiple occasions. He had read about smiles, and the supposed joy it brought to those who did the act of smiling and those around them. After the imprisonment of his father, however, that ideology clashed with his reality.

His smiles no matter what could not bring his mother happiness. He couldn’t bring her happiness.

And so for the next 5 centuries, the true meaning of a smile faded away and dissolved in the crushing truth of reality for the young demon.

However, ever since a certain meddling noodle delivery boy fell on top of him the day they freed his father, he has often caught himself smiling more and more.

Every other week, redson would attempt to attain power to give to his father in order to prove his worth in their family. Even though his plans and attempts would continually be thwarted by the monkey king’s successor and his friends.

But, despite his losses, the fire demon had started to feel a far-off forgotten feeling deep within. An odd, yet comforting feeling. He felt something similar whenever his father would acknowledge him. However, it was still a different feeling when he would combat with his new enemies.

His facial expressions would unwillingly contort into, what he reasoned with himself, a smirk or a cocky grin. Even after his defeats, he would march up to his room in a fury, only to have the corners of his lips turn upwards as a new plan starts brewing in his genius brain.

He found himself in a pinch, slowly starting to care less and less about victory and care more about getting to see them again.

Lowly observing the noodle boy and his group of "friends", he couldn't help but always see their smiles of victory after every victory. The happiness radiating from them blinding like a sun that descended onto the earth in the dead of night.

Seeing them so happy… Redson discovered a new emotion. One he didn't understand. One he didn't like.

That night, redson laid awake in bed, dictionary in hand as he scoured through the pages to explain the feeling he had, the feeling he didn't like. Then a word caught his sight.

A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.

Envy.

Redson's whole world came to a grinding halt. Was he really envious? Envious of what?

Surely he was envious of them for winning all the time… for denying his family's rightful place at the top…

Right…?

When his father was taken over by the White Bone Spirit's powers, redson had no choice but to team up with his rival. A brief moment of thought was spared by the fire demon, believing that maybe… just maybe… this time he too can smile in victory.

Maybe this time, he too can win.

Maybe this time, he too can smile.

It was a brief battle against his father, however a successful one. They managed to free him from the possessive powers of the strange bones they dug up. He watched his mother walk up to his father and gave a small smile as she pressed their foreheads together.

A genuine smile.

Something he had never been able to make his mother do. And yet, at that moment he too was smiling as a light and soft feeling swept his entire body, washing away all fear and doubt.

His whole body held nothing but relief at that moment, completely ignoring the fact that he had robbed his father of his position on top of everyone. Yet, at that moment, it didn't matter. That feeling of envy never came.

Since then, he had seen his mother smile more, glad to have her husband back and her son safe. Since then, she has been less harsh on her son. Since then, redson had been able to focus on himself for once.

He would often go out on walks or even go to the arcade whenever he could to escape the confinement of his own home. But he couldn't escape the growing envy within himself whenever he saw the noodle boy and dragon girl around the city.

But why?

They weren't thwarting any plans of his. They weren't bringing down his father from his rightful place. So why?

Why was he feeling so envious?

That's when it hit him. They were always together, never alone. Never not smiling. Unlike readson, always locked up in his room, always tinkering. Never smiling. He was lonely.

But maybe, if he could spend some time with his father, he would be less so. Then maybe, he will no longer feel envy. No longer feel alone.

Storming back home with a grin, redson asked his parents to change careers, to open up a small barbecue shop for them. Maybe then can he spend time with his parents, maybe then they would no longer gain scars from battle.

To redson surprise, it was his father who verbally agreed first, slowly easing in his mother to the idea. Eventually, yet reluctantly, she too agreed.

They opened up a small stall by new-year, prepared to serve any willing customer.

Who knew setting up a stall for the new year would drag redson on to fight alongside his rival while his father was captured. Even though it was a dangerous mission for them to go to heaven and steal a couple of items while spider demons, redson had finally felt needed. He wasn't about to let that go to waste.

Although the noodle boy and his friends were a bit idiotic or annoying at times, he found himself having fun.

The most fun he's had in centuries.

He smiled more than what he had smiled in centuries too, something he didn't believe he could do anymore. Yet here he was, enjoying his time working with his arch enemies.

The proud look in his father's eyes didn't go by redson unnoticed when the dragon horse girl teased him for being good. He didn't miss the lowly growl his father had sent her way when she started laughing at redson.

That day, marked the first day his father had ever called him "son". The day, he truly got his father back. Something about his father acknowledging him as his son again made redson nearly burst out in joy.

For the next week, Redson's smile never faded, no matter what had happened. Not until he took a day off from their new job to go relax at the arcade for the evening did his smile fade.

The noodle boy and the dragon horse girl were hanging out and laughing. Smiling. Making everyone around them happy. It was obvious they were having a party after a minute of observing, one he most likely wouldn't be invited in. So he promoted himself to leave.

Except he couldn't.

In front of him now stood the green and yellow duo, blocking his exit. They had noticed him. Taking up a defensive pose, redson prepared for a fight, only to be completely stunned by the noodle boy extending his hand out for him with a soft smile.

"Care to join?" Was all he said. A small offer of friendship. How could they be so trusting? He is a demon after all!

"It just wouldn't be fair if we celebrated without the one who saved the city!" Chimed in the dragon girl, offering a reason to their actions.

A reason good enough to make redson drop his defenses. He reasoned that these two could never possibly hold an evil bone in their body. At least not one that would make them actively act out a well executed trap.

"Fine" redson said with a huff as he straightened out his coat. Causing the goody-goody duo to jump around excitedly. An outburst that enviably led to the dragon girl dragging redson and the noodle boy back into the party.

Redson found himself smiling all throughout the night. He found himself, for once, able to have fun. Able to share joy with others through his music. He was bombarded with appreciation by the people in the arcade that night for his actions during the new year. He found that his envy had been completely replaced by joy and a sense of fulfillment.

Redson was happy, but couldn't bring himself to stay at the party for long.

He stood outside of the arcade far off into the corner as not to be noticed by those who pass by him.

A tear fell from his eyes.

He was crying, he didn't understand why, but he was.

He slumped down as more and more tears fell from his eyes all the while suppressing sobs, making it difficult for the demon to breathe.

Soon a comforting hand landed gently on his back, causing the fire demon to look up only to find a familiar yellow sit next to him.

"I don't know why you're crying, but you should know that you can trust us whenever you need help…" such comforting words from his enemy. Redson didn't understand… he couldn't comprehend.

"Why…?" Was all he could choke out, managing to catch the surprised look in the demon’s eyes.

The hero let out a small sigh before looking up at the barely visible stars in the sky. "Sometimes, we all need a smile and a comforting hug… everyone deserves it but some unable to find it…"

The rest of the night was spent in silence, enjoying each other's company.

Deep down… Maybe… Redson really did just need a smile...

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #redson #mei #mild hurt/comfort #fanfic #foser writes #my writing

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