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Daddy Daycare

Pairing: Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Part: 1, 2, 3

Series Content: daycare au, suggestive themes, love at first sight? dilf jk, mentions of antidepressants, mint jk and blonde jk, jk cant sleep, sexual themes, he's so whipped, toxic ex, minor baby mama drama, gold diggers, mentions of death, complicated family history, cute kid cameos, reader can't drive, jk is good with his hands, mentions of abusive relationships, so much fluff.

Other Series Content: soft dom! jk, muscle kink, pussy puts his ass to sleep, unprotected sex (just don't), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), brief choking, minor breeding kink, hickeys, brief dom! reader, reader makes him wait, intimate cuddling, praise.

"And the kiss. Oh, Vanessa, the kiss was something else!" You exclaim, helping to set up the Christmas decorations around the class.

It was only the day after Thanksgiving which means the Christmas season was now in full swing. Stepping up on the small stepping stool to hang the green tinsel over the whiteboard.

"It sounds like you had a good night. What's the problem then?" Vanessa sets up the miniature Christmas tree in the corner.

"I did. Everything was going so well. Dare I say perfectly, until his phone was going off non stop from someone named Hanna saying things like 'when am I gonna see you again' and 'I can't stop thinking about our night together'"

Vanessa gasps. "So what did Jungkook say?" You chew on our bottom lip, "He was putting Ryan to bed in the other room, so he wasn't there when I saw those messages pop up." She tsks.

"I tried to tell you. Nothing good comes from dealing with a parent." You sighed heavily, looking out the window at the playground that was covered in a thick white blanket of snow.

"I know, but I couldn't help it. Him and his stupid smile and his pretty eyes." Vanessa hums smugly. "I'm sure Hanna thinks the same thing." You groan. She's right.

"You're right, I shouldn't get involved. She could be the mother of his child for all I know."

"For your own sake. You better pray she's not. Ex's are a royal pain in the-"

"Good Morning." Vanessa interrupts her own words as she greets the parents that walked in.

Crouching near the bookshelf while you organized the fallen books, from the corner of your eye you were able to pick up on the entrance of your minor headache. Not Ryan, of course, his father.

Ryan was just a sweetheart who greeted you with a hug so tight that he'd knocked you out of your crouched position onto your bum. "Ryan! Be careful." You'd never heard Jungkook's voice so stern. You make sure the boy is okay and help him back to his feet before moving your hair back to where it should be.

"Sorry, Ms. Hill." He apologizes with those big brown eyes that he clearly gets from his dad. "It's okay, I'm fine." You reassure with a smile and he runs off.

Jungkook offers you his hand to help you up but you stand on your own, dusting off your jeans with a clearing of your throat. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise. I landed on the carpet."

"That's not what I meant." He says.

Taking a quick glance around the classroom, noticing some parents still making their way in and out of the classroom and the kids making their way to their seats. "You know, now really isn't a good time-" About to move out of his way, he steps in front of you.

Instinctively your eyes rolled, trying to remember what Vanessa told you. Not to get involved. "I know you saw the texts. Let me explain." You shake your head, "It's none of my business, there's nothing to explain. You should get going. I wouldn't want you to be late for work."

With that said, you walk away, heading towards the desks where your students waited patiently for instruction.

Jungkook walked out of the daycare that day deflated and unable to think about anything aside from you, and that look in your eyes. Like you were disappointed, as if you had high hopes for him and he let you down.

He thought he could just move past it, maybe even accept that things wouldn't work out between the two of you, but seeing you everyday, smiling with all the other parents and giving him nothing more than a simple head acknowledgement was killing him.

As much as he wanted to explain himself, he didn't want to force himself into your life. He wanted you to want to hear him out, even if that meant the two of you not talking much or at all for a few weeks then he was going to have to be okay with that.

But there were some days he had to physically restrain himself from breaking the no-contact. He remembers the day vividly. It was the first week back from winter break, maybe he was so pent up because he hadn't been able to see you for two weeks or if it was how good you looked in your leggings.

All he knows is that somewhere between that mix and you squatting to pick something from off the ground, for the briefest of seconds he'd caught sight of the strappy black thong that rose over your hips before they were hidden once again under your bottoms.

No one would've noticed it. No one that wasn't mildly obsessed with you that is. He quickly sent Ryan off and left for work. Managing to somehow squeeze in 13 hours of work into an 8 hour shift, he'd overcompensated as a means to distract himself.

"So you guys just haven't talked since you shooed him?" Vanessa asks for clarification, wrapping her scarf securely around her neck, getting ready to head out after offering you a ride which you couldn't object to, weather conditions were worsening as you were entering the heart of winter in the middle of January.

"I didn't shoo him, but I definitely would've handled things differently if I knew he would start avoiding me. I didn't want things to end like this." You explain, digging your hands deep into your pockets the moment the two of you stepped outside. The chilling air blew in your hair and around your earmuffs with determination.

You strapped yourself in passenger seat, "So you didn't actually want things to end?" With your head laying back on the headrest you puffed out a stressed breath, unintentionally making a small circle of condensation on your window. Like a child you drew a little heart in the middle.

"I thought I did, y'know? Wanted to do what you said and stay away, but maybe I got hasty." She hums oddly, making a ominous "Mhm" sound. "What does that mean?" She pulls out of the parking lot slowly, the snow was really falling tonight, laying on the ground in thick increments.

"Nothing." Turning to face her with your body, "No, no. Say it."

"I've been here. You know I've been here, I've been in a very similar position, but I did somehow manage to get a decent outcome, but things could've gotten much worse, not just for the relationship but for his kid at the time. So, I guess what I'm saying is, take this little break to really think about if this is the kind of thing you want to get yourself involved in."

You nodded, sitting with your hands in your lap like an obedient child. Really taking what Vanessa was saying into deep consideration. Deciding to reflect on it for the rest of the car ride to your building.

"What a day." You sigh, as you drop your keys onto the small counter you kept near the door.

The first thing you noticed was how cold it was inside your apartment, as if trying to compete with the flurrying outdoors. "Why is it so cold in here?" You whisper to yourself.

Flicking on the lights, or at least that's what you wanted. "What the--" the switch flies up then down then up again with the tip of your finger as you restlessly try to turn the lights on. "You've got to be joking."

Wrapping yourself tighter into your jacket as you walk through your dark apartment, relying on the sheer memorization of the layout to get you to the bathroom where you tried turning on the tap. Nothing.

The pipes must've frozen. and the snowstorm blew out your power.

This was great news for you, you'd always loved the movie Frozen and now you get to experience it first hand!!

"You've reached the voicemail box of--"

"Fuck you!" You shout at your phone after 5 hours and the twelfth attempt you'd made at calling your landlord. He's always been an asshole but ignoring his tenants when they were freezing to death is an all new low even for him.

You'd managed to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito surrounded by the 4 candles you were able to light before your hands began to freeze. Your body was barely managing to keep warm until you remembered the small cheap space heater you'd bought from a thrift store a few years back.

But it was buried deep in your closet. However, it took you no time to find it as you dug through the mountains of miscellaneous objects and finally pulled it out from the bottom.

Rushing to plug it in with desperation. Then you remembered. There was no power. As badly as you wanted to scream and toss the heater across your dimly lit room, you didn't. Instead you sat quietly in your burrito and began to cry.

What if this was it?

Tomorrow your students would find out their teacher had frozen to death. Were you being dramatic? You weren't even sure. You're not even sure how they would react, but you're sure the parents would be shocked- and Jungkook.

Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" You gasp. Your freezing hands reaching for your phone, trying to type in his number as fast as you could but your joints felt like they were dead locked in place and moved 1 key per minute.

The phone began to ring, and ring,,,

On the other end of the line, Jungkook was also having a pretty rough night. Laying on his bed with his bare stomach facing the ceiling eyes wide open and his brain a never ending circus.

He tried to focus on his breathing, but he couldn't sleep.

He hasn't been able to get a good sleep for a few months now.

Turning on his side he looked at the picture of him and Ryan at his third birthday party. He was so much smaller then. 'I looked so happy' he thinks to himself with a sad smile on his face.

Beginning to wish that Ryan was with him in that moment but he knew it was for the best that he'd dropped him at his parents' for the weekend. He was beginning to enter one of those episodes and he couldn't stop it, no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how hard he tries to.

Ryan deserved a father who could be happy all the time-- He sits up. Holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths. Erasing those thoughts- trying to. Slowly letting his vision roam back to his night stand drawer where he kept his pills.

God, was it always going to be like this?

Lifelessly he reached for the handle and pulled it open, his hands blindly reaching for the cylindrical bottle and unscrewing the cap taking the recommended dose before putting it away.

He lays back down with a soft grunt, staring up at the ceiling tumultuously. Resting his hands on his firm core, focusing on the way it rises and falls with every breath, thinking about the day it stops. The day he's no longer sentenced to the time he's currently serving in his own mind-

"I should try to get some sleep" He mumbles to no one in particular.

His eyes shoot open after a mere 3 seconds of being closed. He listens to it ring, ring and ring, not sure he's in the mood to be taking any calls right now.

Though, it may be his parents with an emergency. He finds himself rolling onto his stomach, more than shocked to see your name pop up on his phone.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi! It's me. I'm sorry if I woke you up," Your voice was refreshing, like the first ray of sunshine after a dark and stormy night or the smell of fresh coffee in the morning.

"No, you didn't wake me. What's up?" You weren't sure if you were looking too deep into things but he sounded different. His voice was flatter, none of that familiar bubbly hint to be found in it, then again, It was nearly one in the morning.

"You probably don't remember but you gave me your card, and said if I ever had any technical issues I could give you a call," your teeth were chattering, prompting you to wrap yourself even tighter.

"I remember." How could he forget.

"Yea! Well, my apartment has no power or running water, so its pretty cold over here, and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks on how to get something to work."

He sits up abruptly. "What?"

"Yeah, my landlord is pretty shitty and hasn't answered my calls, I'm not even sure if maintenance is available or even knows about the situation themselves." You hear some muffling on the other end assuming he'd dropped his phone but it was actually Jungkook rushing to put on a shirt.

"Hello?" you say blankly, wondering if you'd lost connection.

"It's a fucking snowstorm outside. You'll freeze." You laugh, and that stops him in his tracks for a moment, "Oh I know, I'm getting a little taste of that right now actually. Do you by any chance know what the first signs of frostbite are?"

"Send me your address, I'm coming to get you."

"No, Jungkook. I wont let you do that, the roads are terrible." He doesn't respond, or maybe he does, you couldn't hear over the sound of keys jingling.

Clearly it was useless trying to change his mind, and the last thing you'd want is for him to go out of his way for nothing so you sent him your address.

What would usually be 15 minute drive had turned into 40 with the poor weather conditions but it wasn't any more than an hour before you heard knocking on your door.

Still wrapped in your thick blankets you opened it.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Jungkook inspects you, taking your hands in his, "You're ice cold." He says, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing his hand warmers in yours. "Keep those, they'll help you warm up." He insists.

"Do you have everything?" You nod while briefly raising your overnight bag. "Okay, let's go."

The drive over was silent, you somehow managed to fit your seatbelt over your jacket and blanket that you couldn't part with. Jungkook periodically looked over to se if you were okay, never actually saying anything but the concern in his eyes was evident with every glance.

The first step inside his place gave you chills, the good kind, finally. Not the ones that left you shaking for warmth. It was so warm, Jungkook took your bag while walking you towards the living room as he turned on the fireplace, suggesting you warm up before doing anything else.

"Here," He hands you a warm mug of hot chamomile with a bit of honey for sweetness. "Thank you, Jungkook. For everything." You say sincerely, afraid you'd be repaying him for all the times he'd saved your ass in this life and the next.

"Don't mention it." Unwilling to accept such a humble response, "No. I'm serious. I disturbed your night, and you dropped everything to help me." He smiles for the first time all night, it was a small one but it was still a smile.

"I told you, already. I wasn't doing anything. I'm actually glad you called, it was nice to get out of my head for a bit." your head tilts unconsciously at that last part. "Nevermind." Checking his watch, it was nearly three in the morning.

"I set up your stuff in my room. It's getting pretty late, you should get some rest." Your eyes were feeling pretty heavy now that he mentioned it, you didn't fight it. Slowly standing from the pile of throw overs you'd buried yourself underneath making your way upstairs.

"Wait." You pause at the first step.

"Where's Ryan?" You should've realized sooner, but what could you say, you were a bit wrapped up earlier. Literally. "He's at his grandparents, probably snoring right now as we speak." You smile.

You'd gotten ready, taking a much needed shower and tying your hair back into two braids so that they would have some soft waves for tomorrow.

You sat cross legged on Jungkook's bed with your MacBook on your lap as you went through some of the classroom picture's you were yet to send to parents from the Winter Wonderland Concert the daycare had put on last week.

"Hey," Your head snaps up to see Jungkook peeking his head through the door, "I just wanted to say Goodnight." He says and you smile, but you'd just come across something you're sure he would love to see.

"Come look at this video of Ryan singing his interpretation of the opera singer we had perform last week." Jungkook sits beside you on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He paused when he turned to look at you, "What?" Your face is puzzled at his concentrated expression. "I didn't know you wore glasses?" He says and it reminds you that this was the first time he'd seen you with lenses on, or anyone for that matter.

"Yeah, I usually wear contacts-- Look! This is the part," You get distracted as the video begins to play. And somehow one video turns into five and the computer slides off your lap into the gap between the both of you as your head laid against his padded shoulder.

You'd fallen asleep. Slowly Jungkook closes the laptop and places it on the nightstand, even more carefully removing your glasses and placing them on top of the stowed away device.

Letting you down gently until your head hits the pillow, he sneakily begins to slip out of your grasp. "Stay." You say, your eyes closed and body still. Maybe he was hearing things. He shakes it off and begins to step away.

"Please, m'Cold." You mumble into the pillow with your eyes still shut.

"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" He offers like the gentleman he is, for the first time he saw a sign of consciousness as you slightly shake your head. "I want you to stay, please?"

He was nervous. Settling himself under the convers with you, remaining as far as possible and turning off the bedside lamp. Within two minutes his body froze as you'd rolled over from your side until your head was on his chest.

He wonders if you could feel the way his heart was racing.

you could.

"Relax," you quip, half-awake. Oddly enough, that actually does help him to relax, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist for comfort. Feeling your body against his didn't trigger his perversions as he once thought it would.

It felt so much better than that. He felt, comfortable. The way your body radiated a calming heat onto him and reassured him that someone was both physically and emotionally present was just enough to lull him to sleep.

As the night morphed into a radiant sunrise you began to stir in your sleep. Your limbs stretching across the the grey sheets and soft blankets while the tips of your fingers roamed the surface.

Slowly remembering where you were and realizing you were in the bed alone. Though you specifically remember going to sleep with him. When did he get up?

Tugging down the leg of your sweatpants that had rolled up at the ankle at some point during your blissful sleep. Rubbing your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth before finally following that pleasant scent that was wafting around the house.

"Still avoiding me?" You joke as you laid your eyes on Jungkook's broad back that was facing you as he flipped pancakes. He turns to you with a lopsided smile.

"Avoiding you?" Nodding, letting your hands trace the back of the chair before taking a seat at the island, watching him.

"Yeah, you've been avoiding me since thanksgiving." His brows furrow then raise in a mix of confusion and astonishment. "Me? I have not been avoiding you. I was giving you space."

Bracing your hands down on the countertop you shake your head. "Yes you have. Every day you see me and just leave, not a good morning or anything."

Jungkook flips this battered treat a little harder than he should. "Yeah, because the last time I had tried to talk to you, you made it pretty clear you didn't want to talk, so why would I force it?"

You sigh. Vanessa was right, maybe you did shoo him. "I didn't mean to disregard you so inconsiderately, I was just-- I don't know what I was feeling in that moment, honestly." He turns to face you once again, leaning back on the counter.

"I know, that's why I wanted to explain myself." Your eyes watch his buff chest raise and fall as he takes a deep breath, "My eyes are up here." He points between the two of you, and you felt like you could just fall over and die.

You clear your throat, deciding that you simply couldn't make eye contact with him at all after that!

He notices your embarrassed body language, "Hey, I was just joking, I don't mind your eyes wandering a little." He teases and it somehow made your face even hotter, you were afraid you would burst into flames.

"Just-Just go back to what you were saying." You almost plead as you run a hand through your wavy hair.

Jungkook plates the last pancake on to your elegantly presented plate, before sliding it in front of you. Making a plate for himself he decides to eat standing up in front of you with his plate on the counter you could maintain direct eye contact.

"I met Hana about a year ago at Ryan's old school before we switched here. She's another parent I'd met at one of their events. I was going through a lot of shit back then, so relationships were the furthest thing from my mind but one night about 6 months ago, our kids were away at a summer camp for 2 days; and after a few play dates over the prior months, she'd called me to let me know that Ryan had left one of his toys at her place. So I went to pick it up, but we ended up talking, had a few drinks and one thing led to another and then shit hit the roof." He sighs before taking a bite of his breakfast, which is delicious by the way.

Your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, subconsciously of course but Jungkook took it as an indication to explain. "I made sure it was clear to her it was just a one time thing and she agreed. For the first few weeks I thought we were on the same page, but then she started calling me and leaving these... desperate voicemails. After that I already knew I wouldn't be be bringing Ryan back to that preschool, besides their teachers were terrible." You nod, no longer eating as the story kept you fed and engaged.

"At first I thought she would stop over time, but she didn't. It only got worse, so I finally called her back to let her know she needed to stop but she wanted to have the conversation in person, which sounded reasonable to me at the time, but I should've seen right through it because low and behold, the same mistake was made, once again."

"Wait," You pause him, "So when did you guys hook up the second time?" His eyes look up to the ceiling as though the answer was written on it, "Sometime around the end of August, just a few weeks before school started." The twinge of jealousy that bubbled in your stomach was undeniable but you had no right to be jealous. He literally had no idea you existed at the time.

"And she kept calling your phone all the way until Thanksgiving?" you say with a weird tone, unsure how Jungkook would've let her continue to bother him for so long. Almost with shame he nods,

"I kept saying I would get around to cutting her off once and for all, but I went to a pretty dark place, y'know how life can get sometimes. I didn't care much for anything at all, but when I saw what it had done to us," he gestures between the two of you, "I realized my negligence was driving away people that were important to me, and I didn't want to lose you. So I had ended things with her once and for all shortly after new years. Y'know, wanting to start off the year fresh and shit like that."

You swallow, "I had no idea, you were going through such a hard time." You say almost sadly but maintain the soft smile on your face. A similar one creeping onto his face, "Well then that's good. Means the antidepressants are doing their job." He chuckles and you didn't know whether to laugh along or be concerned.

"It's okay Y/n, you can laugh." You smile, "I-I just don't know what to say. All this time I was thinking I was some kind of home-wrecker or that you were seeing someone else, but to hear you explain what was actually going on makes me feel like such an idiot."

Jungkook scoffs jokingly, "Homewrecker? If Ryan's mother was still in the picture, a 'homewrecker' would be exactly what I would need, and a bullet to the head if I'm being honest." he shakes his head, remembering what he describes as the worst time in his life. Your hand boldly clasps over your mouth stifling a laugh at his dramatic expression.

He laughs, "I'm serious, though." His smile fades, "Those are seven years I can never get back." You flinch at the number, that's almost a decade. Calculations begin to roll around your head autonomously. "So-" You begin to say but he already knew where you were going with this.

"We met at 15, had Ryan at 21 unexpectedly, but no regrets of course, and broke up at 22, thank god." Releasing a calming breath of air as he says that last part, clearly they didn't end on good terms if he feels so at peace every time he mentions her absence.

"But that's enough about me for the day. How's your apartment? Any updates on the power?" You shake your head, digging back into your food, "Hopefully it should be fixed by tonight, I'd hate to over stay my welcome." Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You know I want you here more than anything, and I'm not letting you go back to your place until things are up and running again."

You didn't bother fighting him on it, you knew it would be you fighting a losing battle so you let him have it.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't enjoy your lazy Saturday with Jungkook, the two of you lounged around the house talking the day away. You watched breaking bad and kept saying that you had to stop to do some schedule planning for the kids but you couldn't seem to leave the couch, or his arms. "Just one more episode" becoming a meaningless statement.

He was seriously invested in your stories from your travels in Europe over the summer, expressing how he dreams to visit one day.

Time seemed to have zoomed for the next 3 hours, now bringing you to a dark sky and the crackling fireplace keeping you warm as you played a childish round of truth or drink.

The two of you sat comfortably on the carpet with the game cards stacked neatly on the coffee table which was also responsible for holding your shot glasses.

Your chest was already warm from the consequences of three passed questions while Jungkook only had passed two.

"Your turn," your voice bubbly and excited as you pick up the card for Jungkook, flipping it over to ask him. "What's something you've never told anyone?" He sits there, and you can see he really thinks about it. Glancing back and forth between the shot glass and the card in your hand.

"I'm a millionaire." He says it so casually, with a bit of booze in your brain you begin to die of laughter. "Yeah, me too." You snicker, slwoly beginning to quiet down as you realize he wasn't laughing with you.

"Oh my god, are you being serious?" He shrugs, "I guess so. Remember when I said I was going through a lot of shit a year ago? Well part of that stems from me getting some cryptic ass letter that basically announced the death of some rich guy who claimed to be my biological father and left me his inheritance."

You sit there quietly, "I showed my parents the letter as a gag, expecting to get a good laugh out of it and that turned out to be one of the most depressing conversations I'd ever endured." Jungkook honestly wasn't sure why he was telling you all this, he'd told you things today he never thought he'd share with anyone but there was something that let him feel like he could be open with you.

"So you're telling me, you found out you were adopted and suddenly a millionaire on the same day." A slow nodding of his head was all it took for you to see he clearly wasn't thrilled about it. "I still haven't touched the money, really. Although I did use it to cover my parents' mortgage for the next few years. I don't really know what to do with the rest of it."

A small hum escapes your throat as you ponder, "If you ever feel like it's a burden to you, don't hesitate to just pass it on to me. It'll be hard but I'm sure I could think of something to do with it." His head falls back as his body shakes slightly with his laughter, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Your turn," He says, hands reaching to flip over a card as he reads it out to you. "How many people have you slept with?" He makes a certain face at the card as if he was displeased. "This is a bit invasive, do you want me to pick up another one?" You shrug, "I don't mind answering. It's one."

"Like one this year?" It slips out before he can catch it, and he regrets it, you can tell. "No. Just one person, ever. My ex. I'm not really one to have any sexcapades. I have a rule." You're sure if he had bunny ears, one would flop up in curiosity. "Oh?"

"I never go all the way with someone until at least six months of dating them so I can see that they're all in for the right reasons. hence why only one has made it so far. Everyone else usually thinks they can like persuade me three months in." Suddenly your throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. "Is that a deal breaker for you?" Intently you watched the way he played with the ring hooped in his bottom lip with a serious expression.

"Are you saying we're dating, Y/n?" A teasing smirk spreads across his lips. You look away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze on your from a mere foot away. "If that's okay with you-" A gentle hand cups your jaw as he turns you to face him, taking your breath away with a sweet kiss. His lips were as soft as you remembered them to be.

You could feel a certain shift in the kiss, turning from gentle and sweet to something a little deeper. It were as though there were magnets between your bodies, you found yourselves impossibly close to the point Jungkook forced himself to pull away from you, only to welcome you to straddle his hips.

"I'm okay with that." he grins before resuming his passionate attack on your lips.

2:04am

Your glasses were on and your hair was up, that was a sign that it was time for you to finally go to sleep yet here you were. Sitting up at the table with a stack of files you'd brought from your place that you needed to go through.

The border around your eyes were tinted red as you strained to stay up and finish, but you weren't even close.

"You're still up?" Jungkook says softly as he comes down in nothing but his black sweatpants. "I could ask you the same thing." Hardly sparing him a glance as you write down numbers onto the papers.

"You know I don't sleep much ever since I got my prescription. I can get 3-4 hours at night if I'm lucky." You frown, finally looking up at him, proud of yourself for not letting your jaw hit the floor as you patrolled him as he went to fill a glass of water from the fridge.

You knew he had a sleeve of tattoos, it was one of the first things you'd noticed about him, but you had no idea his back had its own art as well. The sleeve of tattoos that creeped over the back of his shoulder as it morphed into the most beautiful pair of inked angel wings that spread out across the expanse of his upper back.

You swallowed, shaking away your filthy thoughts. "What's got you up so late?" He leans over you to get a glimpse at the papers. "Regulatory compliances." It was so cute when he was confused. "Basically I have to cross reference the curriculum with our lesson plans and report that everything we're doing is aligned with the boards' outline." It dawns on him in the form of a soft 'ah'.

"When does this have to be done by?"

"Wednesday," It comes out with a rough tone and exhausted groan, you were clearly stressed. "Okay, Y/n, it's only Sunday. How about you put a pin in it and get some rest, hm?" Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and you nearly fall asleep right there but you shake your head, "I'm fine, I can keep going-" You yawn for what must be the 4th time since Jungkook came down.

"Okay, That's it. Come on, we're going to bed." He closes your files and takes your hand, letting you hop out of the chair and follow him up the steps debatably against your will as you're sure you would've given up no longer than 15 minutes later.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Jungkook chuckles to himself softly at the thought that you truly tried to argue that you weren't tired.

He slips in beside you, loving the way your body naturally detected him and began to roll over towards him just like you did the night before, slotting yourself into his side. Once again, your warmth and the soft feeling of your heartbeat on his ribcage mixing together, prompting his brain to release enough melatonin until his eyes closed.

"Good news." Is the first thing you say as you walk into the living room at 2pm after your well needed shower. "The power is working again at my place," Jungkook pouts at what he took as bad news, he was not-so-secretly hoping you would be staying a little longer.

"Don't look so sad, you see me literally every day." the dimple in your right cheek making a brief appearance as you smiled, making your way over to him on the couch.

"I know, but I really like having you here." You poke his cheeks that puffed up with his sad expression. "If you want to see me a little longer, then would you be okay with giving me a ride back to my place?"

He scoffs, "It's funny you thought I wasn't going to drop you off in the first place." he leans forward to drop a quick peck to your lips catching you off guard before bouncing up out of his spot, hardly giving you a chance to process.

The two of you making comfortable conversation with small giggles as you begin to put your jackets on, preparing to return you back to your apartment. Tugging your hat on with a firm pull before you picked up your bag and declared that you were ready to go.

Jungkook opened the door, stepping out with you closely behind him. Not sure if your eyes were blinded by the gleaming light that was reflected off the snow or the bright flashes of light emitted from the dozens of paparazzi camped outside the driveway.

Jungkook's name was shouted from various different people as they waved to get his attention as if being outside his front door wasn't alarming enough. Jungkook's face had been covered in disbelief just like yours, but differently he was able to shake it off and maintain his composure.

Taking your hand in a reassuring manner, he continued his path down the steps, whispering to you to keep your head down as you followed behind him. "Is it true that you're the secret son of the late business tycoon Jeon Jaehoon?" The woman holds a microphone to Jungkook, looking for an answer, and she most certainly got one.

"How about you ask me again when I make sure you're all behind bars for trespassing and harassment hm? How does that sound?" The flashes finally stop and some photographers begin to leave, Jungkook doesn't even wait for them all to leave, trusting that he got his point across clearly and makes his way to the drivers seat.

Once the doors closed it was as though you'd trapped in a foot deep layer or tension within it. Jungkook's chest rises slowly, flared nostrils and tensed brows before a slow and agitated exhaled. "It wasn't you right?" He asks.

Your posture straightens as you face him.

"What?"

"Tell me that it's all just a coincidence, Y/n. I tell you about the inheritance last night and suddenly there's paparazzi buzzing outside my house today?" Your head juts back, offended. "Are you implying that I told someone what you told me in confidence last night? Are you being serious right now?"

"I'm paranoid, okay? I'm sorry."

You sigh. As pissed as you wanted to be, you had to see it from his perspective. A swarm of paparazzi showing up less than than 24 hours after he shares the information with the first person outside his family doesn't exactly work in your favour.

"It's fine, I get it. I'd be paranoid too." He starts the car, leaving his now vacated lot behind. "Then who would do this?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

The following day was as hectic as any other day but you loved your job. Working with such big personalities that were bursting out their small bodies.

But you did love the end of the day too, sayin goodbye and mentally preparing for some relaxation when you finally got home. All day you'd be fantasizing about drawing a nice warm bath with eucalyptus and lavender oils.

You thought of it as the perfect way to wind down after a long day. Although seeing Jungkook's face for a few minutes while he picked up Ryan.

"I'm here to pick up my son." You turn around with a smile, to the new and unfamiliar face. She was tall with dark long locks that were curled at the ends, her heels were high and her face was looked like it belonged billboards and magazines.

You were a bit confused, you'd never seen her before, and you're sure you'd remember someone that brought in such a domineering aura the way she did.

"Sure, if you don't mind me asking who you are." You wanted to remain as polite as possible not wanting to offend her.

"I'm Ryan's mother."

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Thanks for the Help - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

A collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs, who I'm eternally thankful for 💛

Summary: The first Thanksgiving as Eddie's girl comes with some unexpected pressures, but also some unexpected kindness.

Note: Happy Thanksgiving!

Words: 5.9k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Did I already get all the ingredients for the green bean casserole out? Oh God, did I set the oven to the right temperature for the turkey? I’m missing a vegetable. What am I missing? Jesus, did the carrots just disappear?

Frantic is an understatement for how you’re scrambling about the kitchen, trying to do twenty things at once. Sure, you’ve cooked meals for people before—hell, you’ve cooked many meals for the Munson family before. But this is Thanksgiving. Arguably the most important meal of the year. You refuse to screw it up.

What if the boys are disappointed in your cooking? Of course Eddie would say he enjoyed it no matter what, but you want the truth. The boys are good with the truth—for the most part, anyway. Luke can be brutally honest at times. Some days it’s refreshing, some days you wish the kid would keep his mouth shut when he says that the skirt you're wearing is an “old lady skirt.”

Eddie is useless in the kitchen—occasionally detrimental. The boys are too young to be of any great help to you, either. It’s all on you. You’re either going to sink or swim, you’re just having some issues getting into the water.

This is the first Thanksgiving that the boys aren’t spending with both of their parents. Both you and Eddie were curious how they would react to this, but they don’t seem to be deviating from their usual, cheerful selves at all. Part of you is worried they’re going to compare your cooking to Brittany’s. Will they wish their mom was here cooking instead of you? No, you know with absolute certainty that isn’t the case. Even if they do prefer Brittany’s cooking to yours, there is no way they would want their mother here instead of you. Not to mention that Brittany had scampered off to California to visit her family. Eddie tried to have the conversation with her about where the boys would go, but she just rolled her eyes and told Eddie she already had plans. No Brittany already makes this Thanksgiving better than any he’s had in years.

For you, this only added pressure—not only were you cooking an entire Thanksgiving dinner, but you also had to ensure that Luke and Ryan weren’t distraught over this abrupt change in family traditions. Eddie has told you many times not to be nervous, but since when did that work for anybody? “Don’t be nervous.” Oh great, thank you for the advice, I’m not nervous anymore!

Last night as you were getting into bed, Eddie could tell you were on edge and tugged you over to lay on his chest so he could hold you.

“What’s going on?” he’d asked.

You hadn’t said it out loud to him yet. You knew you could, it’s just embarrassing. Plus, Brittany was never a pleasant topic to discuss. But this is Eddie; you could bare your soul to him, and he’d still be there holding you.

“I’m scared that I won’t be able to cook as good of a meal as Brittany and the boys will be disappointed,” you’d admitted.

Eddie let out a heavy sigh and softly rubbed up and down your back.

“Sweetheart, half the time we were at one of her relative’s houses, anyway. Brittany only cooked Thanksgiving a handful of times. You cook far better than she does. The boys are so happy to have you with us this year. I’m so happy to have you. Plus, I’m the alternative here. Anything you make will be a masterpiece compared to whatever I’d come up with.”

His words had soothed you a little, but when you woke up this morning, the dread still slithered throughout your chest. You feel a bit more relaxed when you see two sleepy-headed boys coming down the hall in their pajamas. Luke’s curls are a mess—more so than usual. And Ryan has a few sections of his hair that are standing straight up. What do these kids do in their sleep?

“Good morning,” you greet them.

“Mornin’,” Ryan mumbles. You only get a half-hearted wave from Luke in response.

“You guys want some cereal?” you ask. It might be a nice break from searching for ingredients and running around in circles.

“S’the parade on yet?” Luke asks before letting out the longest yawn that you’ve ever heard.

“About seven more minutes, bud,” you tell him. “Cereal?”

“Yes, please,” Ryan says.

“Sure!” Luke adds.

You turn to Eddie, who is leaning up against the counter and inspecting his fingernails like he has not a care in the world. “Um, babe?”

“Ya?”

“Can you get the boys their breakfast?” The request is terse, your anxiety amplifying your frustration that he’s taking up space in the kitchen without doing anything.

Eddie throws Lucky Charms and milk in plastic bowls and brings them over to his sons, flipping through the channels until he gets to one showing the parade. Ryan and Luke buzz with excitement as the New York Fire Department kicks off the event, oversized balloons trailing not far behind.

“I could be one of those balloon string people,” Luke says as a gigantic Garfield floats by.

Ryan rolls his eyes. “It would carry you away,” he answers with a smirk.

Luke’s eyes light up, excited by the prospect of this impromptu voyage. “Where?”

“Over the rainbow. In Munchkinland,” Ryan deadpans, crunching on his cereal.

“Hey, Scarecrow, Tin Man, be nice,” Eddie says and picks up a couch pillow to bop each of them on the head with from behind, making his way back over to where you’re prepping veggies.

He comes up behind you, resting his hands on your hips. “Baby, did you even have breakfast yet?”

“Uh, I had a granola bar,” you say distractedly, trying to find the right page in a cookbook.

Eddie shakes his head and smiles. “Sweetheart, come on. Sit down with me. Eat something.”

“I have to get the turkey in the oven and get everything else prepped so I’m not scrambling for ingredients…” you explain, closing a drawer with your hip.

He laughs kindly. “And you will, right after you eat an actual meal. You won’t be much of a chef if you faint.”

“Just let me make sure I have all the ingredients for the green bean casserole. I know it’s in this damn book somewhere.” You lick your forefinger as you flip through the pages on a mission to find the recipe.

Eddie sighs and drops his forehead down to your shoulder. He knew you were going to put too much pressure on yourself today, even after he tried to explain to you last night that there’s no reason to stress about anything. At this point, any further reassurance would likely be a waste of breath, so he just grabs a slice of carrot and absentmindedly pops it in his mouth.

You can no longer hide your frustration, even if you wanted to. “Eddie, what the hell?” Anger seeps through your gritted teeth when you chastise him.

“Hmm?”

For fuck’s sake, you think, sighing in annoyance. “You’re eating the ingredients!”

“It was one carrot slice!”

When you glare at him, Eddie puts his hands up in surrender and starts to back away, nearly bumping right into Ryan.

“Uh uh,” Eddie says, shaking his head when his oldest son drops his empty bowl in the sink. “Kitchen’s gonna have enough going on today. Wash your bowl and put it away, please.”

Ryan does as he’s told, though his mind wanders back to all the things he learned about Thanksgiving at school this week. He looks over at you while you prep the turkey, a huge grin on his face.

“Did you know they don’t think there really was a turkey at the first Thanksgiving? Oh! And the first Thanksgiving lasted three days!”

You’re only half listening as you focus on basting the bird up with butter, careful not to miss a spot.

“That’s pretty cool, Ry,” you say with half-hearted enthusiasm.

“And they think there were only five women there. That’s crazy!” Ryan continues.

Luke wanders into the kitchen and Ryan tells him what Eddie did—to wash and put away his bowl. He does, but not as willingly or thoroughly as his brother.

Once the boys go back out to watch the rest of the parade, you breathe a sigh of relief. Now maybe you can chop the rest of the carrots without accidentally slicing a finger.

The agitation that’s built up in you over the course of the morning starts to abate as you’re able to get a few tasks accomplished. You wash your hands in the sink, hoping the lemon scent of the soap will take some of the stench of onion off of them. As you turn around to grab a paper towel, Ryan strolls back into the kitchen. You hate the surge of irritation that floods through you. Ryan didn’t do anything wrong; he’s just walking around his own home.

“Can I help?” he asks, adorable smile on display.

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” you say as you look around at all the supplies spread out on the countertops. Anything that needs to be done next involves a knife, the oven, or stove. Nothing that Ryan is old enough to work with. “I’ll let you know when there’s something I need you for, okay?”

“Okay,” he says with a shrug.

Internally, you heave a sigh of relief. Maybe now he’ll go back out with Luke or go bug Eddie. But he stays in the kitchen, bouncing around on the balls of his feet as he looks at the different ingredients that are out.

“President Lincoln is the one who made Thanksgiving a national holiday. In 1863!”

Two things you would never do are tell one of the boys to shut up or discourage them from learning. The little devil on your shoulder wants you to do exactly that, though. Before you can say anything, Luke skips into the kitchen and glides over the linoleum floor with his socked feet. He pushes past his older brother to be closer to you.

“We learned all ‘bout the Mayflower! And the Pur…purit…purg…uh…” he trails off.

“Puritans?” you say, tone harsher than you intended. Luckily, neither of the boys notice.

Luke pipes up this time. “I made a pilgrim hat in school, but then it, um, it broke.”

Ryan cocks a curious eyebrow. “It broke? How?”

“I sat on it.”

Eddie sees the boys getting underfoot and swoops in. “Parade’s back on,” he reports, ushering them back over to the couch before spinning around to face you. “I can help chop, if that’ll help.”

You begrudgingly agree, handing him a knife and a butternut squash.

He hasn’t even been at the task for two minutes when he yelps, “son of a bitch!”

You jump, startled by the sudden noise. “Wh-What?” you ask at the same time the boys call out, “swear jar!” in unison.

“Cut my finger,” Eddie mumbles, shoving his forefinger in his mouth while you huff and grab a paper towel. “Jeez, it was an accident. What’s going on with you?”

You massage the bridge of your nose, feeling like you have three kids in the house instead of just two. “Nothing,” you reply, fist clenched, “just…go put a Band-Aid on.”

With his dad occupied in another room, Ryan wanders into the kitchen.

“Did you know that female turkeys don’t gobble?”

Did you know that this female human is about to lose her patience? You keep the snark to yourself, though part of you thinks your tongue will fall off with how much you’ve been biting it today.

You’re the first one to listen to what the boys did in school, what they learned, and help them with their homework. You read with them, quiz them, even hit them with your own trivia tidbits. On any other occasion you’d absolutely love this. But now? Now it’s grating on you like sandpaper against your skin.

“It’s a commercial,” Luke announces as he joins the gang in the kitchen. He stays quiet for a moment, and with your back to him since you’re checking the potatoes on the stove, you think he may have left, but then you hear, “can we get McDonalds?”

Luckily, Ryan answers for you. “No, it’s Thanksgiving!”

“Oh. Right.”

When Eddie returns, one of the boys’ SpongeBob SquarePants Band-Aids wrapped around his finger, he presses a kiss to your cheek. You start to smile, feeling yourself relax until you watch him skim some of the fried onions for the green bean casserole.

“Boys, do you wanna help?” Your palms tightly gripping the edge of the countertop is the only thing keeping you from imploding.

“Yes!” Luke begins to jump up and down, flashing a gigantic smile.

“What can we do?” Ryan asks, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder to prevent him from going airborne.

You muster up all of the enthusiasm you can, which isn’t much. “It’s a very important job. Are you guys up for it?”

“Yeah!” they cheer in unison.

“Okay.” You lean in as though sharing a precious secret. “I need you to be my little security guards. Your dad,” you gesture to Eddie, “has sticky fingers and keeps stealing ingredients. Can you two keep an eye on everything to make sure he doesn’t take anything else?”

“Aye aye!” Luke salutes like he’s taking orders in the military.

“He’ll never get past us!” Ryan promises.

Eddie raises his fingers from behind them. “And, um, what can I do?” he asks.

“You wanna help? Uh…set the table?” you offer with a shrug.

You can vaguely hear him mumble under his breath about that being a kid’s job; the boys hear it, too, and they laugh.

“It’s like you’re the kid and we’re the grown-ups!” Ryan giggles. Eddie ignores him and puts down placemats.

Both Luke and Ryan take their job very seriously; every time Eddie even looks in your direction, they’re on high alert, shooing him away. This gives you a bit of peace and allows you to accomplish more tasks than when you had three Munsons trampling through the kitchen like wildebeests.

The apartment buzzer rings, followed by a cheery, Southern accent-twanged, “it’s me!”

“GRANDPA!” Luke shouts, bolting for the door. He buzzes Wayne in while Eddie reaches over his head to unbolt the lock.

Wayne walks through the door a few minutes later, carrying an apple pie just as he promised. His brows crease when he takes in the sight of you practically tripping over the boys in the kitchen, trying to do everything yourself.

“You’re not helping her?” he asks his nephew, a slight accusation in his tone.

Eddie holds up his bandaged finger. “I’ve been banished.”

Wayne pulls him aside, dropping his volume to a whisper. “I’ll work on dinner. You go cheer up your girl before she starts to cry.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Cheer her up, like…right now?”

Confusion contorts Wayne’s mouth for just a moment. “What…oh, Jesus. Not like that. Just give her a pep talk.” He shakes his head disapprovingly. “What are you, a goddamn animal?”

“Take a break, darlin’.” Wayne says, turning to you. “I can handle things in here.” This much you know from his countless stories as an army cook.

With the eldest Munson controlling the kitchen, Eddie takes the opportunity to pull you aside, into the bedroom. He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Can you take a deep breath for me, babe?” He smiles when you inhale for three seconds and then exhale slowly. “Look, I know you want this to be perfect, but I’m gonna love you whether we have the fanciest dinner or PB&Js.”

You try your best to listen to him, but there’s still this nagging sensation in your brain. “But the boys—”

“Sweetheart, they think Kraft mac and cheese is the pinnacle of fine cuisine. They just want to spend time with you.”

You nod, logically knowing that Eddie is right, but your mind still not fully accepting it.

“I want to make it the best it can be for them.”

Despite your stressed out and anxious state, Eddie can’t help but smile. It’s an adoring smile as he pulls you against his chest. He presses a few soft kisses to the side of your head before resting his own against it.

“I love how much you love them,” he says. “You know what would make this the best Thanksgiving for them? Including them, just like you did. I know they had to be driving you up the wall, but you didn’t tell them to quit it or get out. Instead, you gave them jobs and made them feel important. Princess, all they want—all we all want—is to sit around the table with the people we love and eat and laugh and just enjoy the time together.”

“That sounds lovely,” you admit with a dreamy sigh that makes Eddie chuckle.

“This is already my favorite Thanksgiving,” he tells you. ‘All my favorite people are under one roof. The delicious food you make is just going to be the icing on the cake.”

“We have pie, not cake,” you tease, poking a finger into Eddie’s chest. But your lips do quirk up in the approximation of a smile. Eddie takes this as a win and gives you a big smacking kiss on your forehead.

Wayne has a well-oiled machine going when you walk back into the kitchen. He hardly even looks tired; he completely has control over the situation. Since Eddie was busy in the other room talking with you, your small security guards are apparently taking a break from their shifts.

Ryan is still spouting out facts to his grandfather about the holiday. Now, it makes you chuckle as you listen to him giving a history lecture. Between Wayne swooping in to be your hero and Eddie trying to calm you down, there’s less pressure on you. You’re able to appreciate the enthusiasm of the boys and how they’re getting into the spirit of the holiday. With one more deep breath, you know you’re ready to get back in the kitchen and work alongside Wayne.

“Grandpa,” Ryan says as Wayne checks on the turkey. “I’ll tell you this because I know Daddy won’t care. Football on Thanksgiving didn’t become a tradition until 1876!”

“Huh,” you muse as you open a can of green beans. “Do you know who it was between?”

“It was Yale and Princeton!”

Of course he knows that, too. Ryan never ceases to amaze you. You’re pretty sure he knows more now than you ever will. Maybe you could get him to help you with your statistics course that’s being a pain in the ass. You chuckle at the thought of Ryan attempting to explain the equations to you, getting frustrated every time you just stare at him in confusion.

Eddie walks into the kitchen and looks around, eyes landing on his eldest son.

“All I heard was, ‘Daddy won’t care.’ What exactly wouldn’t I care about?”

“Football,” Ryan says.

“You got that right,” Eddie says and musses up Ryan’s hair. “Could be worse though—at least it’s not basketball.”

Luke frowns. “Why don’t you like basketball?”

Wayne shakes his head like don’t get him started.

“All they do is shoot balls into laundry baskets! And they’re already, like, seven feet tall! It’s barely a challenge!” Eddie’s whiny protests are adorable, though it’s very clear that’s not his intention.

Luke shuffles over and whispers in Ryan’s ear, “I wonder if it’s ‘cause Uncle Steve and Uncle Lucas were on the team and were better than Daddy at it.”

The two children–or three really, with how Eddie’s been acting today–take their sports arguments into the living room while you and Wayne continue to cook.

“I gotta tell ya,” the older man says as he measures out the butter to put in the mashed potatoes, “I’ve never seen Eddie and the boys like this.”

“What, acting the same age?” you tease with a smirk.

Wayne chuckles and shakes his head. “Wasn’t gonna be what I said, but that don’t come as a shock to me neither. No, I ain’t ever seen them so happy before. Not ‘cause it’s a holiday and they’re all excited; in general. They’re happier overall. And that’s ‘cause of you.”

Emotion tightens your throat. To know that Wayne can see from an outside perspective that Eddie and the boys are happier having you around? It makes you feel light as air, but you could also burst into tears. Not of sadness, or even happiness really, just tears of so much emotion building up inside of you. Luckily, you don’t have to come up with anything to say because Wayne continues talking.

“I know the two of ya haven’t been together that long,” Wayne says with a shrug, “but I can tell by the way you two look at each other.”

“He’s my person,” you agree, managing to squeak the words out.

“I can’t wait to be at your wedding someday,” he says, emotion clear in his voice as well. “Think I might be almost as excited as those two knuckleheads out there. The small ones, that is. Darlin’, you fit right in with our family.”

In all the time you’ve known Wayne, you’ve never heard him open up like this. To anyone, let alone you. The two of you made friendly conversation when you were still the babysitter and have had some pretty long conversations with one another now that you’re Eddie’s girl. But nothing like this. It makes you take his words even more to heart; you do fit in with this family.

“That means a lot,” you say in a soft voice. Shyness suddenly creeps up in you. “I just want to make this extra special for all of them, especially now that they don’t live together full-time.”

A pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, startling you.

“Mine.” Eddie punctuates his declaration with a kiss to your cheek. You giggle and turn around in his arms, only to find he’s snagged a green bean from the bowl.

“Eddie Munson, I swear to God!”

The nerves that had dissipated over the course of the day start to work their way back up as all the food is set on the table and everyone begins to take a seat. You have no doubt that some of the dishes will taste great, but those would certainly have been made by Wayne. If anything on the table is bad, you’re sure that will fall in your lap.

As if he can read your mind, Eddie slips an arm around you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispers.

You follow his instructions and take your seat at the table, right next to Ryan. Eddie’s seat is at your other side, the head of the table–if it could even be called that with a table this small.

Everyone but your boyfriend is seated, but Luke looks like he’s ready to dive headfirst into the sweet potato casserole. When the turkey had come out of the oven a little while ago, Eddie asked if Wayne wanted to have the honor of carving it. His uncle just shook his head and told Eddie that’s his job now.

Now, Eddie stands in front of the turkey, and as you look up at him, you can see a smile quirking the corners of his lips. He clears his throat and looks out at his family sitting around him. Making a toast wasn’t something Eddie planned on doing today, but in the moment it feels right.

“So, uh, this Thanksgiving looks different for all of us this year. It’s been a bit of a weird year, but it led us to this. All of us being at this table right now with each other. Looking around at everyone’s faces I’m pretty sure everyone is smiling a little bigger, too.” Eddie lifts his glass. “My favorite people in the world are all right here with me. You all are what I’m most thankful for—not just today, but every day. So, cheers to a happy Thanksgiving.”

Everyone clinks their glasses together, and Luke makes sure that everyone has touched their own glass to everyone else’s. To no one’s surprise, Luke is also the first one to comment on the food once everyone has dug in.

“I wanna eat this food every day.” He shoves a forkful of green bean casserole in his mouth as if to prove his point.

“It really is great, sweetheart,” Eddie concurs. He reaches over and rubs his hand along your arm affectionately. Purely in a teasing manner, Wayne clears his throat, which leaves Eddie to add, “And you too, Uncle Chef Boyardee.”

Ryan’s too busy stuffing his face to speak, but it makes you chuckle at how focused he is on the food. Normally, Luke’s the one with that appetite intensity. He slows down quickly though, his eyes far bigger than his belly. His fork trails through some butter pooled in a small puddle on his plate when he gets an idea.

“Let's say what we’re thankful for! Grandpa first.”

“Easy,” Wayne says once he’s swallowed his mouthful of food. “Family.”

“New traditions,” Eddie says when Ryan points at him. Next, the finger is aimed in your direction.

“Love and acceptance.”

Eddie’s leg purposefully brushes against yours, so you gently tap your foot against his.

“I’m thankful for you!” Ryan grins up at you, two missing baby teeth only adding to his adorableness. He wraps both of his arms around your one and gives it a hug. “I’m so happy I get to see you more.”

“It makes me happy too,” you say as you rest your head against his, emotions once again threatening to get the better of you. “I have so much fun with you guys.”

Luke takes it upon himself to announce what he’s thankful for since all attention is currently diverted away from him.

“I’m thankful no one’s got scurvy, and for my dog,” the six-year-old announces.

“Luke, you don’t have a dog,” Eddie says.

The little boy shrugs before spearing a piece of turkey on his fork.

“That’s what you think.”

You, Eddie, and Wayne all share confused expressions that lead you to giggle, which in turn has everyone at the table laughing as well.

Eddie and the boys do most of the clearing of the table when everyone’s finished, since they didn’t cook, but you and Wayne pitch in as well. Right after Luke puts a dirty bowl in the sink, he gasps and bolts out of the room. If it were anyone else, one of you might question it, but it’s Luke.

He runs back in and slides to a stop right in front of you. The way he starts jumping up and down makes you worry that he’ll puke, so you gently rest your hands on his shoulders to keep him grounded.

“I made this for you!” He proudly brandishes a hand turkey he made at school. “I made it ‘specially for you!”

“For me?” you ask, your hand coming up to rest on your chest.

“Yes! I knew as soon as we started making ‘em in class, I wanted to give mine to you.”

This is the one. This is the straw that broke the camel’s back today that has the tears finally emerging. You bend down to give Luke a big hug, trying to hide the tears while doing so–you’re not sure if he’d understand that you’re crying for a good reason.

“Thank you,” you tell him. “I love it so much. Can I put it on the refrigerator?”

“Uh huh.”

You move a few scattered magnets out of the way to place the hand turkey front and center on the fridge. It gets held up with a magnet shaped like a heart–which Luke made at school for Valentine’s Day. While you’re busy admiring your new favorite art exhibit, Eddie and Ryan have left the kitchen and headed into the living room. You don’t even notice until there’s a crash in the room just a few feet away.

“We’re okay!” Eddie calls. “Just a VHS avalanche.”

Chuckling to yourself, you walk out of the kitchen and tilt your head in curiosity.

“What’re we watching?”

Ryan holds a VHS up over his head in triumph, leaving Eddie to be the sole person to clean up the avalanche of fallen movies.

“A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving!”

Luke comes into the room behind you and taps your hip to get your attention. “Are you going to watch the movie with us?”

“Of course I am,” you say, giving his curls a ruffle. “I love this movie. But I love you Munsons even more.”

A grin so bright lights up Luke’s face that it leaves you a little surprised. He looks more excited than when you told him he had most of this week off from school the other day.

Eddie gets up now that the VHS tapes are fixed.

“Why don’t you two put the movie in?” he asks as he walks over towards you. “Babe, will you help me put the pie in the oven?”

“Sure,” you say, a little confused about what he’d need help with. Opening the oven, putting the pie in, and then closing it seems like a pretty simple task.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen. He stops right in front of the oven and peeks over your shoulder to make sure the boys didn’t follow. When he sees the coast is clear, he rests his hands on your hips and gives you a small smile.

“You just looked a little confused about Luke’s reaction,” he says, before smirking and adding, “I may not be a competent cook, but I can put a pie in the oven by myself.”

“I’ll still be here for supervision if you need it,” you tease. “But yeah, Luke looked like someone just told him he was getting that dog, not that I’m watching a movie.”

Your boyfriend sighs and rubs his hands up and down your sides, letting his thumbs dip under the hem of your shirt.

“We watch The Charlie Brown Thanksgiving every year; it’s a tradition. Brittany never watched it with us, though. She’d either be too tired, had to make a phone call, blah blah blah… So, not only the fact that you’re watching it with us, but you’re happy to watch it with us is something new to him.”

Tears flood your eyes, and you feel your heart double in size in your chest. You’re pretty sure this day is going to kill you before it’s out.

“I didn’t realize it meant that much to him.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says with an adoring smile. “You mean that much to him. To Ryan. To Wayne! God damn, I thought the old man was gonna stick me in the oven when he saw how stressed out you were.”

You let out a soft giggle and take both of his hands in your own. “I don’t think Roast Eddie would have been as good as the turkey.”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “I have it on good authority that I taste delicious.”

“You’re a perv!”

As if to prove your point, Eddie grabs your ass.

“Only for you, babe.” He laughs and takes a deep breath. “But I really am sorry that I stressed you out today. I’m so used to you having everything under control; it didn’t occur to me that you could’ve used my support.”

You nod and give the one hand you’re still holding a small squeeze. “It’s okay. And now we know for next year.”

Next year. Because you’re going to be here next year, and every year after that. You’re his girl, part of his family, and he intends to make sure it stays that way.

Eddie grabs the pre-made pie out of the freezer and pops it into the oven. He wipes his hands off on his jeans and takes full advantage of the two of you being alone to pull your body up against his. You think he’s leaning in for a kiss, but he leans in and licks the tip of your nose. The unexpectedness makes you giggle and wrinkle up your face.

“Are you sure you’re the older one in this relationship?” you question.

“Older, yeah. More mature? Never claimed that.” He gives your ass a playful swat before heading back out to the living room, you following along behind him.

Eddie plops down on the couch, Wayne already comfy in the La-Z-Boy recliner next to it. You sit down on the couch as well but leave space between you and Eddie in case either of the boys wants to sit there. Both manage to squeeze themselves between you, making both of you chuckle as you scoot toward the respective arms of the couch. Ryan is on the cushion with Eddie, while Luke sits by your side.

As Eddie hits play on the remote, Luke shifts at your side. He keeps moving and squirming around, never seeming to get comfortable. It’s not unusual for him to be a hyperactive kid but he’s usually ensnared by movies the moment they come on.

“You okay?” you ask him.

He nods twice and looks up at you, a hesitant expression on his face.

“Can you, um… Can I, uh…” He trails off, looking at your arm closest to him. It takes a moment for your brain to figure out what he wants. Happily, you lift your arm and give Luke a smile. He immediately curls into your side, and you wrap your arm around him. You have to take deep breaths to keep yourself from crying for what feels like the millionth time today. You’ve run the gambit of emotions these past twelve hours, so it’s nice to sit here and relax.

You look over and see Eddie watching the two of you, also grinning. Ryan is leaning into Eddie’s side, but not curled up and close like Luke is with you. Needing to express your emotions in some way, you lean down and press a kiss into Luke’s messy curls. His head pops up and he looks at you. Slowly, a big smile spreads on his face, identical to his father’s. Luke leans up and presses a kiss to your cheek before resuming his previous position tucked into your side. This time, a few tears do leak out–you’re just careful not to let them fall on the small boy.

As the movie gets going, you take a second to look at the others in the room; Wayne, relaxing with a can of Diet Pepsi in his hand and watching the movie. Eddie, the television screen reflecting in his big brown eyes. He grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and lays it across his and Ryan’s laps. Then Ryan, who pulls the blanket up to his chin and snuggles back against the cushions to watch the movie. Last but not least, little Luke. The mini-Eddie. A ball of energy one moment, melting your heart with his sweet words the next.

You smile to yourself and whisper, not loud enough for anyone else to hear, “God, I’m so thankful for you all.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #AYW #AYWS

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clarks-letterman · 5 months

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Even though Ryan didn't get a whole lot to do, he was REALLY doing it for me with his obvious displays of interest, so Ryan x Male Reader request where both are preparing for the Thanksgiving parade, he's expressed being attracted to the reader in the past, & has been heavily flirting while in the pilgrim costume with lots of holiday appropriate innuendos. When everybody else clears out, it leads to him fulfilling his promise of "stuffing" the reader.

sososo good omfg

a/n — brought to you by slotslights! would've been posted sooner if finals and holidays didn't exist ayyyy ... little late for the holiday im so sorry

summary — check the ask!

warnings — standard smut, jokefic cause this movie is unserious, spit as lube and this was rushed sorry!

words — 2.4k

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You stood on top of a small, obviously fake ship. It was comical in design and size, being barely enough to fit you, let alone two people on it. There’s some kind of block—a wooden crate, you think—at the very back of the narrow space to stand. The ship was a bit taller than the rest of the floats, overlooking the living cornucopia of little kids painted to be greens and sweet fruits to your left, the dinner table with some townsfolk in pilgrim costumes sitting around it to your right, and your ship was spearheading the order precisely in the middle. Their costumes only reminded you how itchy yours was, being composed of spandex and knit cotton that caused the perfect combination of skin-hugging discomfort.

Behind all three was the large inflatable turkey, inconsistently staring at people as it bobbed and billowed. On the opposite end of things, in front of your float, were the marchers and mascot of the holiday. You envied him the most, as he stood out past the large opening in the building that housed the whole show with a thick, full-body costume on. He had to be as warm as being in a literal oven.

The organizers handed you two mic-packs with an earpiece for each rectangular receiver right before you boarded the ship, except it was just you on the deck. You started securing the receiver to your hip. Footsteps scaling up the warehouse stepladder drew your attention, and shortly after, the mock-Mayflower shifted a bit on its stand to make room for another voyager.

You turned, immediately recognizing the man under the Pilgrim hat. “And the king of putting his arm around people’s shoulders returns!”

“I said I was sorry.” He rolled his eyes, acting as if his blunt advances last week should be forgotten about.

“Don’t, Ryan.” Your cheap costume wouldn’t be the only pain in the ass on this boat. Unfortunately, they had already wheeled the mobile staircase that was your only escape away, making the only viable option to wait and ride this out at about three miles per hour.

If there was one thing about Ryan, that felt like it defined him entirely, was how forward he expressed himself to be. “Come on, stop playing cold turkey. I know you’re addicted to me.”

“Here.” He wore an identical costume that you got to eye up and down when you had to begrudgingly hand him his ticket aboard. His rite of passage to be putting-his-arm-over-your-shoulder-length away from you.

Ryan took it from your hands, a smirk on his face with his bottom lip jutting out in confidence. “Someone’s defrosting.”

The fleeting moment got away from your hands like a bird that could fly, unfortunate for the turkey that took its place. The revving of engines signaled that the parade was about to start. A messy collaboration of trumpeters, drummers, and every kind of walking noisemaker started to play in united dissonance. They marched, heading straight down the road. It only took a moment for your float and the ones on either side of it to start their slow roll out into the daylight.

The sidewalks were occupied with people and striped barriers made out of wood lined the street, separating the modern from the old. Old might not have been the right word to describe it—defunct, maybe? Something that was a dead mode of transportation and classified as primordial for a reason, because, as soon as the ship had to hold its own on the tail of a pickup truck, it was shaking and rocking against the bumpy main road. Even a small pothole rocked the ship, sending you stumbling towards Ryan. He held on to you, making sure you were on your feet. He looked back to the wooden crate, moving towards it as you pulled away from him. He sat down on it and extended his hand.

“Seriously?” You scoffed, occupying your hands with the divots of your elbows as you crossed your arms.

“Just swallow whatever mouthful of pride you have and sit with me. This thing is held together by tape and staples and a dream.” His eyes pleaded with the words he knew he couldn’t say.

Falling off this ship might not be lethal, but it sure is embarrassing. So is being in the arms of someone who so obviously wanted you, but at least one of these wouldn’t lead to a hospital visit… you think. Ryan was painfully right, you had to stomach your pride like a dish a family member got you to try that tasted like utter trash. From the slow roll of your parade float to the pace of your steps, it was like you were acting in slow motion. Thankfully, the crowd had the modern mindset that meant you could get a little historically inaccurate in costume. You placed yourself on the upper part of his thigh, legs pouring down into the space between his—indiscernible from the black cloth coating his legs down to his ankles as it covered yours, too.

You scratched at your neck, peeling a bit of the white ruff clawing at your neck away for a few seconds. Momentarily, you could breathe. In that breath taken, you spoke to Ryan, “I need this off me.”

“You don’t need to tell me.” His eyes lingered on the bare spot on your neck, ready to dive in if it weren’t for the lack of privacy. When the public was staring at you, he came in closer. Whispering, “Just a few more blocks, then you’re mine. I’ll tear this off you, yeah?”

“Like the skin on a turkey.” Your patience was like a meat timer that had popped. Your skin felt hot, and you needed this costume off as soon as possible. Ready to escape the open air and go somewhere more private, confined with an excuse to be pressed up to Ryan.

He never left your side, keeping his closeness while you were leaning into his hold. One arm running over both your shoulders was enough to send shivers down your whole back. His other hand waved so that it looked more natural like two optimistic travelers were on their way to discover already-found land. But when the hell were museums about American holidays rightfully celebrated the way they were meant to be? He added in his closeness, “And I’ll stuff you like one, too.”

The old firehouse in Plymouth was where the floats would go after everyone screamed their lungs out and waved their hands into the sky since it was big enough to store several of the old firetrucks that had all been moved downtown. It was a slow ride to your final destination.

As each display of the town’s affection for the holiday pulled into the makeshift warehouse and parked, the worst part proved itself to be how slowly everyone filed out of the depot. There was an agonizing wait for the required assistance down from the float, meaning that you had to stay closer to Ryan longer, the attraction between you the both of you growing stronger each second.

When you did have to leave him, you almost missed his warmth and hands. Almost, because he was back on you in seconds of your feet hitting the smooth concrete in the firehouse. Pitter-pattering was heard as your buckled shoes tapped away from everyone and up the stairs to the second floor, being led to the spot by a knowledgeable Ryan. The second floor was an open area, helmed by a kitchen as you reached the top step. It was arguably only slightly more private than the parade float you were standing on moments ago, but the shuttling of the bay doors downstairs let you know that no one who belonged there would come up to see Ryan feasting on you. Sure, you and Ryan had no business wandering away from the organizers, but two heads leaving their sight wouldn’t do much now that the parade was over.

He had you backed against the dusty counter in seconds, lips to yours, and grabbing what he could through the cheap costume. You two ditched the hats on accident, knocking them off in your attempts to pull one another closer with your holdings. It seemed to be a large kitchen island of sorts, from what you saw before Ryan pulled your attention away, now cluttered with taped-up boxes and a thick layer of dust that was wiped away by you leaning against it. There was a stove on the opposite side of where you and Ryan were cooking with your own heat. Ryan made sure that people would know of your presence by lifting you up on the counter.

“I’m gonna explode if I don’t undo my pants, fuck.” Ryan complained, breaking away from you like a wishbone—his dream coming true as he had you at his mercy. He had done the hunting, the alluring, and now, he was ready to claim you.

“Can that drumstick even fit on my plate?” You asked when he dropped his pants and let them bunch at his ankles. The black fabric of his suit must have hidden what he was packing. “Looks a little too big for me. Maybe you should just butter stuff up instead of trying to fit that in?”

“Trust me, I’ll make it fit.” Ryan tugged on himself a few times before grabbing you by the hips. He slid you towards him. “Lean back, pumpkin pie.”

“You’re so funny,” you feigned a laugh and leaned back on the cold countertop. Ryan pushed your legs up so that you got the message to keep your knees tucked into your chest, giving him an easy entrance to your ass after he undid your pants just enough to see it clearly.

You didn’t have to hear him spitting in his hand to know that he was lubing up your hole with a quick solution. Wet, warm saliva was spread over your entrance and his fingers lightly dipped in with a tasteful slip of his fingers into your tightness. Not all of it went to preparing you for his massive girth, though. The hand he didn’t use to tease you was slicking up his cock with his own spit, a remark flying out of his mouth as he welled up another wad of spit in his mouth. “I don’t usually master-baste like this but…”

“Shut up…” You said softly, too inebriated by the feeling of Ryan’s hand playing with you. The only thing that could send you out of this comatose state of pleasure was the pain of him stretching you out.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, feeling his tip be fought against by the constricting feeling of you constantly wrapped around him. His pleasure heightened knowing that he had effectively dominated you after you let him do this following his many, many advances.

Ryan delved further, exploring your cavity in its entirety. He loved how he constantly felt the tightness around any part of his cock at any given moment, yet he was still being gripped by the rest of your insides—though, it was much softer, like a gentle hand tugging on him without any part of him left untouched. You liked it, too. For as much as it hurt, stretching you out beyond what you felt you could take, there was still this feeling of letting him hurt you in a way that caused pleasure.

Ryan eventually bottomed out, pulling all the way out to regain that feeling of tightness along his entire cock. But, he noticed that you were gaping for him, your muscles relaxing for him like they wanted to welcome him back in. He let his cock sink back in, fucking you properly after getting to know the space he was dealing with and being accustomed to the pleasure.

It was almost ironic that last week, you wouldn’t have touched him with a ten-foot pole. But now, you wanted him inside. You needed him, like an addiction. His humor, his charm, and most importantly, his high-quality assets that he was more than happy to whore out to you. You figured that you should add his knowledge onto there, too, because he was handling himself like a champ. While he was losing his composure, his thrusts growing sloppier each time he forced all of himself into you, he kept up the pace like he was mashing potatoes—or, churning thick, creamy butter with each pump. And look, he was doing it with no hands! Well, excluding the ones he kept on your legs to keep you from sliding back or having your legs get too tired. He was still considerate, even when fulfilling his selfish desires.

That’s why he slid one of his hands down your thigh and past your pants, reaching into the small window formed by the stretching of the fabric between your legs and your ass. His hand went straight for your cock, playing with it as his thrusts shook your whole body. He wanted you to feel all of the euphoria entangled with pain that he experienced at that moment, his shaft feeling suffocated by your entrance, only to have wide walls to fuck and tug his dick along on the inside.

His hand was calloused and cracked from the cold weather, but he still felt good on your sensitive skin. Little maneuvers like rubbing his thumb over the head of your dick and keeping his grip tight when he moved his hand along your length sent you spiraling. Grunts and moans filled the air like the wafting scent of a momentous dinner being laid out on the table. The sight of you alone, but mixed with Ryan’s primal energy made this feel more fulfilling than any food could.

Eventually, you announced that you were on the verge of coming, but it probably sounded a lot less clear in your head. Ryan was still jerking you off but stopped as felt sticky white spray over his fingers and he watched it cover the stomach of your cheap costume. As he saw you unfold, he finally came, leaving you with a mix of creamy white and meaty stuffing still filling you up. You enjoyed how full he made you feel a little too much, missing it as he pulled out with a softening cock coated in his own release. Some of it hit the floor as he was still leaking out the last bits of it. Your hole could barely contain his homemade stuffing.

You sat up, catching your breath. “I need two things from you. Some paper towels, and an invite to your family’s Thanksgiving dinner.”

#fanfic #x male reader #x reader #gay #fanfiction #ryan thanksgiving #milo manheim x male reader #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #thanksgiving x reader #Ryan x reader #wally clark #milo manheim x male!reader #milo mayhem fanfic #x male!reader #male reader smut #horror movie fic #thanksgiving movie #thanksgiving 2023

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ghostlyloversworld · 23 days

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➶➶➶➶➶ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕➷➷➷➷➷

Ryan Baker! X Fem reader!

Idea- honestly didn't have an idea I just went with that part of thanksgiving when Ryan was talking to Bobby (i think that's his name)

A/n- I made You guys Rich in the story🤭

Warning! - cussing, use of Y/n,

Song!-Misery Business by Paramore

Ryan walks up to the stupid truck as he called out to Bobby "Bobby boy you forgotten to not come" he said as he walks up to Bobby who puts a tool down "Forgotten?.. It feels like I've never left.. You in the parade now" Bobby asked "Yeah Jess asked me.. Dylan was right you know a lot has changed a lot since you left" Ryan said as he placed one of his hands on that damm truck "yeah maybe not as much as you think" Bobby said looking to his side Ryan takes his hand off the truck as he walks closer to Bobby "what's that supposed to mean?" Bobby looks down "oh.. No I just mean that I'm helping with the parade again" Ryan slightly looked down with his eyes Closed with a little smile as he nodded his head before he got closer "you know if you're not leaving in a few days I'll knock your teeth out" he said to Bobby when he steps closer to him after he looks back up with his eyes very much open he didn't look amuse one bit

"Leaving it?.. Buddy who says I'm leaving" Bobby said as he pats Ryan's shoulder before walking off making Ryan turn to watch Bobby as he walks away. As he continues to watch him his girlfriend. Y/n,walks up "Ryan.. What the hell was that about?" Ryan turns around to look at her "don't worry about it Baby.. It's nothing" he gently kissed her head making her look at him with firmness in her eyes ".. Uh it's definitely serious" she crossed her arms "Uh it's nothing you need to worry about mkay?" Ryan gently rubbed her shoulders making her sigh

Y/n almost laughs at how ugly that little cheap hat that Ryan had on. Looked like "That Hat" she kept her laughter in making Ryan grin "Shh.. I know it's ugly but what can I do? Absolutely nothing" Ryan looks down at Y/n "Fuck baby.. Are you always this beautiful" That Made Y/n roll her eyes "Okay I get it now"

Her eyes caught a glimpse of the golden necklace that lays on Ryan. She knew her boyfriend had money since well he came from a family that was rich. His mother being a nurse and his father was a Anesthesiologist while Ryan was in college. She didn't even know what Ryan was studying to be but she knew her boyfriend would be good at it.

But Y/n also came from a wealthy family so she had no reason to want Ryan's money. her father was a Lawyer while her mother was a Physician Assistant. So she grew up with money hell her parents had even payed the College to let her study there so she could be able to have a degree in her dream job. She was a bit spoiled but her parents made sure they didn't spoil her too much. As they didn't want a brat of a daughter

Ryan looks back at his girlfriend "what?" Y/n shakes her head with a grin "nothing baby.. " he smirks "I swear one day I'm going to marry you" she looks over at him "m'kay.. Let's talk about kids and marriage after we get our degrees" she said before gently laughing "yes Ma'am" he said respectfully

#x fem!reader #x female reader #:) <3 #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim #ryan baker x reader #thanksgiving horror movie

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In Living Color

Chapter 15 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,044

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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November 25th, 2021

“Okay I think these pants are going to have to be unbuttoned after that meal,” Chris sighed as he leaned back in his chair, looking at the empty dishes scattered around the table in front of him, a slight yawn escaping him as his arm rested across the back of Nat’s chair.

“Honestly that was a rookie move,” Zach laughed from the opposite end of the table, pointing a finger at Chris as he smirked. “You should have just worn sweats.”

He held a hand up, informing him, “Normally I do but I didn’t know Hungarians went this hard on Thanksgiving.”

It’d been a great day already – one that Chris knew he’d never forget. The entire trip together back to Nat’s hometown had been memorable, but spending the day in and out of the kitchen with her father and family, taking the kids on a walk around the neighborhood while Alex and Zach tried to get Jack to nap, helping put together a Thanksgiving meal, all while seeing Nat entirely in her element…. There was nothing like this to Chris.

Even now, once the meal had been enjoyed, with the big kids patiently playing in the living room before dessert later on, Chris looked around the table. He saw the faces of everyone he’d grown close to in the past few months, but especially in the past week together. Not for the first time, he considered canceling his flight in the morning to Orlando, but he knew it was for the best. His own niece and nephews had spoken to him non-stop about the trip this weekend and he had some obligations to fill there anyways, but he wanted to stay in this bubble with Nat, in the place no one expected him to be right now, giving him a bit more privacy than he’d be afforded normally. He got to walk around with the kids, play with them in the yard, run to the store with Ryan earlier, all without a second glance over his shoulder.

“Now you’ll know for next year,” Ryan laughed as he ghosted a hand over Jack, then glanced over his shoulder into the living room to check on the kids.

“I can’t even think about next year,” Alex admitted, her hand resting on Jack’s back as he slept happily against her chest. Chris’ eyes dropped to the baby, shaking his head again as he saw the turkey-covered onesie he was wearing…. Courtesy of his Auntie Nat. “This little thing will be a year old by next Thanksgiving.”

But Nat spoke up from next to Chris with a shake of her head, decisively telling everyone, “No, I decided that Jack is going to just stay a baby forever. I’m not going to let him grow up.”

Chris laughed quietly, looking at her with an amused expression while Eric informed her, “I tried that with you and it didn’t work too well.”

“Speaking of next year though, what are you going to be doing then, Nattie?” Heather asked curiously, leaning forward. “When is Lightyear done?”

“Well I’m on Lightyear a little longer than I have been in the past because I’m the lead designer for Buzz so I’ll see it through the whole way,” Nat explained with a shrug. Chris listened to her with a faint smile, so proud of what she’d already done on the film and what he knew was only coming in the next few months. He wasn’t excited about the film for any selfish reasons, like finally getting to work with Pixar on a beloved franchise, but instead he was most excited to see what all Nat’s hard work – along with Mark, Jamie, and everyone else he’d met at Pixar – was leading to. “I’m officially done in Lightyear around February or March and then I actually don’t know what I’ll be doing. There’s a few things in the works but I haven’t been assigned to any yet.”

His voice was quiet as he curiously asked her, “Is there anything you’re hoping to work on, baby?”

Nat shrugged, thinking over his question for a moment. “I mean, I always like to work on things with Mark and Jamie,” she began with a smile.

“Your work husbands,” Alex amended with a smirk.

“Yeah I like when we’re all working on the same project because it gives us an excuse to hang out all day at work,” she smiled fondly at the thought of her two best friends that Chris knew were more like family to her than anything else. Nat pushed a stray curl out of her face and tucked it behind her ear before shrugging, “But honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve liked getting to be the lead designer for Buzz but it’s been so grueling so I think it’d be nice to have something a little bit lower pressure but we’ll see.”

Chris saw the way that Alex smiled as she first looked at him before her eyes settled on her younger sister, “Yeah especially because I have a feeling you’ll be busy traveling to Boston more often.”

And just the thought of that had Chris’ heart warming. Entertaining the idea of Nat coming back to Boston and spending moments just like this but with his family was enough to have him melting inside, selfishly just wanting Nat every moment of every day and he turned his head to look at Nat smiling softly at him while he honestly spoke, “I like the sound of that.”

“I want to go back soon,” he heard her sweet voice while his thumb rubbed softly against her shoulder as Nat told her family, “We had a really good time.”

Unable to stop himself from bragging about the woman he was so wildly in love with, he looked around the table and asked,“Did Nat tell you guys what a splash she made at my friend Tara’s halloween party?”

“She just sent us a picture of her dressed like a guy and you half naked,” Heather shrugged as if it was commonplace, making the table start to laugh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a curly head move forward as Nat leaned against the table, putting a hand up next to her mouth as she mockingly whispered, “He just used Halloween as an excuse to show off his body.”

But Chris felt a smirk cross his lips, knowing that he had a comeback to her statement, reminding Nat, “And you used it to have a mustache.”

“Yeah how does it feel to know what your girlfriend looks like with a mustache, Chris?” Ryan couldn’t help but laugh as he sat back in his chair, amusement dancing all over his face.

Jokingly, Chris held a hand out, pulling the family’s attention to him while he managed to keep a serious tone while he teased, “Hey, I thought we agreed not to talk about it? Nat’s insecure about her mustache.”

With a roll of her eyes and a playful shove to his chest, Nat rebutted, “A minute ago you were ready to sing my praises about your friends liking me so how did the conversation shift to this?”

“Well when you dress up with a mustache for Halloween, the material kind of presents itself,” he insisted while a round of laughter passed over the table. But as much as he loved teasing Nat, adoring the way she’d shoot those quick remarks right back at him, he wanted to take a moment to tell her family that she loved so deeply just what a splash she’d made in Boston over the one weekend she’d been there. He wanted to tell them about all the texts he’d received, telling him how great all of his friends thought she was. He wanted to tell them how his sisters had told him that he better not fuck this one up. He wanted to tell them how his mom had tears in her eyes when she told him just how special she thought Nat was and how she was so emotional over seeing the deep love they shared, but in the larger group, he decided to sum it up with, “But seriously though, I’m sure you all won’t be surprised that everyone instantly fell in love with her.”

With a soft hum right before Eric took a sip of his wine, he finished his drink and commented, “Doesn’t surprise me at all.”

Chris couldn’t help but lean over to press a soft kiss to Nat’s blushing cheek, just needing to express wordlessly how much he loved her, but once he was sitting upright in his chair, he let a hand fall to her thigh and gave it a soft squeeze while adding with a playful smile, “Although everyone said they loved that she was good at busting my chops so maybe I don’t love that as much.”

“You love it and you know it,” she quipped right back, completely unfazed by him as she smirked, “You wouldn’t know what to do with me if I was just nice to you all the time.”

Nodding in agreement before sipping at his beer, he conceded, “It would be a shame to waste all that sarcasm you have stored up,”

“I’m the youngest, it comes natural.”

Just as Chris opened his mouth to spar right back, Heather walked in from the kitchen holding a bottle of wine and called out, “Hey muscles, come open this for me,” but when her husband Ryan started to stand up, they all saw her hold up her hand and clarify, “I meant Chris.”

“Wow, I got replaced so easily,” Ryan just rolled his eyes while sitting back down as Chris stood up and held his hand out to take the bottle of wine that she had and then sat back down next to Nat.

Heather just shrugged, “Sorry but when I have the choice between you or Captain America, I’m not picking you.”

As if in cue, Chris tugged at the stuck cork, struggling to get it out before accidentally using a little too much force and causing the cork to crumble in the neck of the bottle.

“Look what picking Chris got you,” Ryan immediately pointed out, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

Over everyone’s laughter, Zach leaned back in his seat, his eyes far less soft than they’d been as he stared at Jack only moments ago. “Yeah way to go, Evans,” he added.

Chris held his hands up innocently while Heather began digging around in drawers, finally emerging once she found a small strainer. “In my defense, I normally drink beer!” Chris tried to defend himself, taking the bottle in hand as he and Heather tried to get the rest of the cork out before they strained the wine.

He caught Nat’s eyes with a slightly guilty look on his face while she shook her head with a smirk. “Wine and him don’t mix well,” she began, and Chris’ cheeks warmed as he realized what she was insinuating. “Last time I had wine with Chris, he almost knocked my teeth out and spilled red wine on my white sweater.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” He asked as he rolled his eyes, listening to Heather as she asked him to start pouring the wine into the glasses through the strainer she held.

“Will you ever let me live down locking myself in my apartment?” Nat incredulously asked, her voice raised as he smirked down at the counter while pouring the wine for everyone.

He glanced up through his lashes and across the room at her, informing her, “Oh definitely not.”

“Wait hold on, Nat you locked yourself in your apartment?” Ryan asked, a befuddled look on his face.Chris nodded while he and Heather grabbed the wine glasses, carrying them to the table and handing them to everyone.

“Yeah and I had to climb in her fucking window on the second floor to help her get it unlocked!” Chris laughed as he sat down next to Nat, his voice booming and amused.

But his language didn’t go unnoticed as Ella’s head bounced up from where the kids were in the other room across the open living space, her eyes narrowing as she called, “That’s a bad word, Chris.”

As everyone laughed and Chris acknowledged that the eight-year-old was right, he apologized to her. Everyone else was preoccupied with listening to Carson as he slid into the dining area, rambling about some minor disagreement between himself and Ella with a pout on his face when Nat’s hand landed on Chris’ arm. “She’s right,” she whispered, Chris straining to hear her over the laughter and reassurances to Carson. “You better clean up that potty mouth of yours.”

Chris arched a single eyebrow at Nat, moving his arm so he could grasp her hand as he murmured, “Really? I was under the impression you liked it.”

“Yeah but you better save it just for me,” she shrugged, taking a long sip of her wine with a slight smirk on her face.

Once Carson’s plea for justice had gone unfulfilled, he went back to playing with his cousins without another word. Zach turned to Chris and Nat, telling them, “Okay Evans, I want to hear this story.”

He was more than happy to delve into the story of Nat being locked in her apartment, sparring no detail as he retold everything from Scott having to lift him up to telling all the items Nat had tried to shove into the lock to get it unstuck. The family was all howling as he comically told the story, none of them being surprised by the crazy situations that would constantly befall the youngest member of the nuclear family. But as he kept talking and watched everyone laughing, Chris couldn’t help but just let it sink in how good this felt. How good it felt to be in this family as Nat’s partner, feeling as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Chris had dreamt of having a family of his own for a long time. He wasn’t shy about saying that he wanted a wife and kids and had known that for a long time. Deep down he knew that although he had yearned for it, he hadn’t really done a lot to make it happen. He wouldn’t lie, he liked his freedom and being able to do what he wanted, say yes to any project that interested him, and just go straight home to Boston any chance he got. But somehow with Nat, it just didn’t feel hard. In fact, saying no to things or spending time away from home felt easy, as long as he was with her.

Those feelings were still swirling in his chest as they stayed seated around the table, laughing and talking before the dessert, apparently something their late mother had been famous for making, was brought out and dispersed around the table. Once all the plates were empty and the evening growing later, everyone started to disperse from the table, Alex going to change Jack, Eric being pulled into the living room by Carson to help move his train tracks, Ryan taking out all the garbage while everyone else started stacking plates and taking them into the kitchen to get cleaned up.

Zach was loading the dishwasher while Nat turned on the hot water to fill up the sink, ready to scrub the more delicate glassware as Chris stood next to her, prepared to dry each one. She had just added the soap in when Lily wandered into the kitchen as the adults moved around to clean up. Chris watched as she lingered by Heather who was folding the placemats to put away but then saw the little girl turn to come over to Nat, wrapping her arms around Nat’s legs as she leaned against her.

“Auntie, will you come paint with me and Ella?” She asked, her voice more confident and secure than Chris had ever heard it.

Nat smiled down at the little girl but then nodded towards the sink and picked up a wine glass in her hand. “I will as soon as I’m done with these dishes,” she promised Lily.

“Auntie Nat! I need your help!” Ella’s loud voice carried through the open space. Chris couldn’t help but chuckle at the smile on Nat’s face and the way Heather rolled her eyes, but as Nat got to the task at hand, he grabbed a dish towel.

“I’ll be there in a little while Ella!” Nat yelled back, just as Lily went back into the living room.

“But I don’t know what colors make green!”

“Mix the blue and the yellow,” Nat instructed, handing Chris the first of the glasses, then quickly amended, “But only use a little bit of blue!”

Ella was quiet for a moment until her voice yelled back, “Blue and what?”

With a soft laugh and a nod toward the living room, Chris suggested, “Nattie, why don’t you just go with the kids and I’ll do this.”

“No, it won’t take long,” she shook her head, hands deep in the soapy water.

“Baby… just go,” Chris told her, tapping her hip with his hand and nodding his head towards the living room. “I’ve got this.”

He could see the reluctance in her eyes but when he pointed out how few glasses there were and assured her it wouldn’t take him more than a few minutes, she eventually conceded and rinsed her hands off before going out to fold her frame into the tiny child sized table where Ella and Lily had their paints all spread out.

Chris meticulously began working on cleaning each and every glass before stacking them on the drying rack. But with each turn of his head, he caught a glimpse of that gorgeous smile that belonged to his Nattie as painted with her two nieces. His blue eyes lingered on the way that each of the girls got up to lean against Nat’s sides as she wielded the paint brush and showed them a specific technique, making their eyes grow wide in amazement before scurrying back to their seats to eagerly try it on their own. He felt his heart melting as they completed what she’d shown them, proudly pointing at their artwork as they looked at Nat for her approval which she poured over them with her praise, noting each thing that she was proud of them for doing on their artwork.

But when Lily moved over, climbing in Nat’s lap, he knew he was an absolute goner. He didn’t even pay attention to the water running as his eyes stayed fixed on Nat who rested her chin on Lily’s tiny shoulder, their faces resting together as Lily painted. Nat chatted with the two girls while they both worked but he saw Nat’s arms come to wrap around Lily’s waist, holding the little girl on her lap and in a need for affection, Lily moved her hand up to rest on Nat’s cheek, just wanting that soft touch but seemed to forget that she had that paintbrush in her hand, leaving a big streak of red right next to Nat’s eyebrow.

He saw the look on Lily’s face, eyes wide in embarrassment while Ella watched on with eyes just as wide, knowing they were supposed to be careful with their paint and instead had accidentally started painting their aunt. But he saw the tension instantly diffused on the kids face when Nat just burst into laughter before taking the paintbrush to put down on the table before playfully teasing Lily as she tickled the little girl, her laughter and squeals filling the room as Ella tried to jump in on the merriment. Chris swore he could practically see the deep love shared between them all but it was the other thought that stirred in his heart that had tears starting to sting a bit in his eyes.

Chris pictured this being them one day. The girl in Nat’s arms being their own daughter with his pale skin and her wild curls and magnetic personality who was giggling as her mother played with her. He couldn’t wait for the day when he’d get to go out to their living room and find this same scene and hear their daughter squeal, “Daddy, help me!” and invite him to join in on the fun. Chris felt like it was right there, at the tip of his fingers, and although he knew that although that moment likely wouldn’t come for a few more years, he wanted it more than he could even fathom and couldn’t hardly wait for that day to come.

November 26th, 2021

Nat’s brows furrowed as she surveyed the various snack options in Heather’s pantry, trying to decide between pretzels, chips, or popcorn. She could hear her sisters’ laughter from behind her as they queued up the latest episode of their favorite franchise of Real Housewives, but she emerged victorious with a bag of popcorn in hand, turning to head back to the couch.

Just as she stepped around the kitchen island and into the living room, Alex looked up at her and told her younger sister, “Nat, your phone is buzzing.”

“Can you hand it to me?” She asked, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. The relative silence in Heather’s home was well welcomed after the last six days of chaos, but with Chris’ departure early that morning – as he slipped out of her bed early that morning, only waking Nat just enough to kiss her and tell her that he loved her before he and Ryan headed out to meet his chartered flight. The rest of the day, once she’d actually woken up, had been lazy and quiet, only more so now as the sisters headed to Heather’s home a few miles away from Eric’s to spend a night alone together for the first time in what felt like years. Meanwhile, Eric, Ryan, and Zach had a night of their own – only with the kids and a newborn in tow – as they watched a hockey game. As Alex glanced down at Nat’s phone screen, Nat told her, “Or just tell me who it is.”

Heather rolled her eyes as she sat at the opposite end of the couch, a glass of white wine in her hand. “I think we already know it’s Chris,” she reminded Nat.

“You don’t know that,” Nat sighed, but couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat at the insinuation as Alex handed her phone over.

“I think I do,” Heather laughed, quietening as Nat read the message just as the show started. “Who is it then?”

“...Well… it’s Chris,” she conceded, but the smile on her lips only grew as the show got ignored in favor of Chris. She enlarged the image he sent, turning her phone so her sisters could see. “Look, he sent me a picture of the fireworks at Magic Kingdom! I’m going to tell him that this feels like he’s rubbing it in though, it’s not fair he’s at Disney and I’m not.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go with him,” Heather murmured, her brows furrowed as she met Nat’s eyes after looking at the picture. “Did he not invite you because it’s his whole family going?”

“No, he wanted me to go but we decided it might be better if I don’t,” Nat explained, shrugging a bit as she typed out a reply and locked her phone again, reaching for the bag of popcorn. “Chris always has someone recognizing him and taking his picture at Disney World so since we’re still keeping things private, we thought it’d be better if I didn’t go.”

“I’m kind of surprised people recognize him out of context,” Alex commented as she reached across to dig her hand into the bag of popcorn to toss it in her mouth. “Like I mean, I get Chris is good looking and all that but when he has a hat and a sweatshirt on, I’m surprised people can pick him out of a crowd.”

With a simple shrug, Heather added, “Well obviously they can because they certainly did on Sunday at the game when that guy tweeted the picture of Chris getting beers in the concourse,”

“See, that’s what I mean,” Alex pointed out through her mouthful of popcorn, swallowing before commenting, "I'm surprised that people can know it’s him when he’s just at like a regular thing.”

“They do, and Chris hates it,” Nat muttered, picking a string off of her sweatpants, knowing just how much Chris hated that he couldn’t have a regular life but it was an unavoidable fact and Nat explained, “But it’s just part of his life, unfortunately.”

Heather and Alex were quiet for a moment and Nat had turned her attention back to the women arguing on the television, but before her full attention was captured, Heather quietly asked, “...Are you okay with that?”

Nat shrugged, feeling a defensive flare inside of her as she took a long sip from her wine before she reminded them, “It’s not like I have a choice.”

“Nat… you do have a choice,” Alex disagreed, reaching for the remote before she paused the show. She and Heather turned to face Nat fully, concern on their faces as Alex added, “I mean, are you okay with all of this? Are you okay with living that kind of a life with Chris knowing what it is going to entail?”

Nat nearly shrunk under her sisters’ stares, unsure what caused the sudden concern from them. As her eyes moved down to her lap, she thought over their words – about if it was fair to her to get excluded for fear of their privacy being invaded, for having to live so privately to protect this new relationship between them. In doing so, she found herself going back to what she and Chris had begun calling their ‘bubble’ – where they had privacy, they got to be themselves, all without fear of being shared online for millions to see and critique. All along, they’d both shared that they never wanted to leave that safe space, but Nat suddenly realized that this hiding and secrecy would never stop if that was the case. Being with Chris felt easy in some ways and incredibly challenging in others, but in order to have every bit of each other, one day – maybe even soon – that bubble would need to not exist anymore. They couldn’t be all in without not fearing what may happen if they were seen together, and the hyperfixation on his, and eventually her life would never go away, but that was okay. Because as long as they had each other and trusted that at the end of the day, the only voices that mattered were their own, it’d be worth it.

“Look, Nattie don’t get me wrong, we all love Chris. Spending time with him this week has really made all of us see how great he is and let us see how much you both love each other,” Heather began, interrupting Nat’s realization and drawing her attention back to her sisters. They were looking at her with the same concerned looks, but Heather’s eyes were worried and protective as she explained, “But I love you and I just want to make sure that you know what you’re getting into with this. There’s a lot more involved in this relationship than normal.”

“We’re here for you every step of the way, Nattie, but I think it’s something you do need to think about,” Alex told her, a sympathetic smile on her face. Nat knew this wasn’t a ‘We’re your older sisters and have been through this before’ talk, but more ‘We’re worried about what toll this may take on you’ one, and a lump at her throat formed at that realization. “Because if you can’t handle it, it’s probably better to know that now both for your sake and Chris’.”

“It’s just so hard,” Nat admitted while tilting her head back to rest against the couch, tears stinging at her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat as she poured out her heart to her sisters, “When we’re together here or in Boston, or even when we’re at his house in LA or my apartment, it feels so normal and so… right. But then I mention that I’m going to Disneyland with Mark and Jamie after work and remember that he can’t go. Or when we go out to dinner and he asks for a table in the back. Or we take Dodger for a walk and I see him looking at everyone with a phone out to see if they’re taking pictures.”

“I know it’s hard, Nat,” Heather sympathized, reaching out to put a hand on Nat’s leg comfortingly, “And I think it’s something none of us truly understand just what it’s like.”

“...Do you guys think that I shouldn’t be with him?” she wanted to know, wondering if there was something she was missing. Heather and Alex had been more than just sisters to her for her entire life, having stepped in and filled some of the role of a mother to her. She knew how deeply they loved her and only wanted the best for her, making her want to hear their advice and Nat asked, “Do you think it won’t work out?”

“That’s really not for us to answer, Nat,” Heather reminded with a shake of her head but then tried to clarify, “And I don’t want this to sound like we’re trying to sway you to break up with him either. These are just facts that we want to bring up because we love you and don’t want to see you get hurt not even by Chris, but just by the lifestyle he comes with.”

Nat’s voice was full of emotion and she used the sleeve of her sweatshirt to wipe away the tears slipping out of her eyes as she honestly said, “I just love him so much.”

“We know you do, Nattie,” Alex smiled at her little sister, knowing just how happy they’d see Nat during her time with Chris and was honest when she said, “And seeing you two together makes us all so happy.”

“It really does,” her eldest sister nodded. Nat looked at them through her teary eyes, Heather reaching over to squeeze her hand, “We completely see how much you guys do love each other and Chris really, really is amazing.”

Nodding in agreement, Alex continued, “He absolutely is and he’s so right for you. We just are concerned about the toll the things that come with him might take on you.”

“If I’m being totally honest, I’m a little worried about it too…” Nat trailed off with a sigh. She’d be lying if she said that she’d never thought about it before, wondering what it really would be like if everyone knew they were dating. Wondering what would blow up online and wondering if she could truly handle it when it came down to it.

“We know how much you both love each other but I think the question we just want you to think about is if it’s enough. Is being with Chris worth everything that comes with him,” Heather tried to clarify.

Alex nodded as she looked between them both, pulling the blanket up farther, “We’re not trying to say that it isn’t, we just want to protect you and make sure you go into all of this with open eyes.”

“No, I know you guys are and it means a lot to me,” she told them, giving them a tiny, emotional smile as she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. With a shuddering sigh, she added, “I love you both so much.”

Heather smiled as she looked at Nat, squeezing her hand again and assuring her, “And we love you.”

“And we support you in any decision you make, always,” Alex interjected, trying to quell any lingering doubts in Nat’s mind as a sheepish look landed on the middle sister’s face. “We’re not trying to push you to make a big decision either, we just want you to think on it.”

Just as Nat began to respond to her sisters, her phone started to vibrate furiously in her lap. When she flipped it over, she was able to see Chris’ name across the top of the screen, just over his contact picture of him, from several months ago, flipping her off with a smirk on his face as he cooked them breakfast back in Los Angeles.

With a short apology and explanation to her sisters, she slipped into Ella and Lily’s playroom, shutting the door behind her as she answered his call. She wasn’t surprised to see him in his hotel room given the late hour on the East Coast, but the dopey grin on his face as he saw her made her heart race.

“Just so you know, I’m not forgiving you for rubbing the fireworks in my face,” she laughed, her smile only growing as his own laughter echoed through the phone loudly.

He smirked, shrugging as he reminded her, “Well you wouldn’t have forgiven me if I didn��t send you a picture either.”

But before Nat could even think of a comeback, she heard a groan from Chris’ side of the call and before long, Scott’s raspy voice called out, “Don’t forgive him for anything, Nattie. He’s an ass.”

She smirked to herself as she saw a frown instantly appear on Chris’ face as he rolled his eyes, asking his brother, “Don’t you have your own room?”

“We were going to watch a movie!” The loud protest echoed through the phone.

“Well now I’m talking to Nat!” Chris shot back, waving a hand behind him at the door to the hotel room as he plopped down on his bed with a tired sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I get the shaft when Nattie’s around,” she couldn’t help but laugh at Scott’s protests.

“Lucky for you, Chris decided to ditch me and not bring me to Disney World,” Nat said a little louder as she propped her elbow on her knee to hold up her phone so she could see her screen easier.

“I didn’t ditch you! We talked about it!” he loudly protested with an amused grin on his bearded face.

“No, I’m pretty sure you ditched me,” Nat smiled, the emotional turmoil that she felt only moments earlier now completely washed away as she looked at his gorgeous face.

Nat couldn’t help but laugh at the over dramatic eye roll and look on Chris’ face once again, but as Scott yelled out a goodbye and left Chris’ room – “Finally,” as Chris muttered – and they caught up on each other’s days, she found herself latching onto that feeling he gave her once again. The feeling that with every microexpression and comment, she relaxed more and more and felt more at ease than she did with anyone else. She knew she still had a lot to learn about Chris’ life and world, and she’d yet to fully know what it’d be like if they did go public, but the only thought in her mind as she looked at him, smiling and laughing as he recounted a story from their day at Magic Kingdom, was that this man was worth any ounce of stress anyone else tried to place on her.

Once Chris’ yawns grew more frequent and his laughter quieted down, they said goodnight to each other and he promised to call around the same time the next night. She knew there was a giddy look on her face as she left the playroom and headed back into the living room, but Alex and Heather paid her no mind as they restarted the episode, handing Nat a fresh glass of wine and shifting the blanket back to cover her lap.

As the show went to a commercial break and Alex reached for the remote to fast forward, Nat’s voice quietly admitted to them, “...He’s really really worth it.”

A/N: We hope you enjoyed a glimpse into their Thanksgiving with the Martons! We truly enjoyed writing it and cannot wait to hear your thoughts ❤️

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Milo Manheim Masterlist

❃ A Zombie's Serenity

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan

Summary: Serenity Buchanan, yes she sadly was Bucky Buchanan's sister, has never felt special grown up because everyone always told her she wasn't. That slowly started to change when a certain Zombie makes her feel special while she goes against what her family tells her to do.

{ One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen / Sixteen / Seventeen / Eighteen / Nineteen / Twenty / Twenty-one /

❃ Accountable (Thanksgiving)

Paring: Ryan Baker x OFC Collins

Summary: A Black Friday riot that ended in a tragedy, leaves a few people feeling guilty, bad, pissed, and depressed. No one thought a year later a mysterious Thanksgiving-inspired killer terrorizes Plymouth, Massachusetts for it.

{ One / Two /

❃ Moving On

"I take back that never I said yesterday day. She'll definitely notice you now."

Paring: Wally Clark x OFC

Summary: No ghosts never gave a damn about the living students over the many many years being stuck at school. But when Wally first saw Abby on her first day there she caught his eye the moment she walked into that gym.

{ One / Two / Three /

#zed necrodopolis #willa lykensen #zombies #disney zombies #zombies 2 #dcom #zombies dcom #thanksgiving #ryan baker #ryan thanksgiving #wally clark #wally school spirits

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Edits Masterlist

I know not a lot of people post edits on here, but it’s honestly so much fun that I do it anyway.

So, for your viewing experience, this Masterlist consists of every edit that I posted on here. Don’t worry, there’s lots more to come.

Masterlist Guideline:

Character (movie/show)

song used in edit

Characters/People

Billy (Burn)

We’re Through

Diamondz N Roses

Castiel (Supernatural)

Obsessed

Eric Newlon (Thanksgiving)

Give It To Me

Kit Walker (AHS S2)

Favorite

Love Quinn (You)

G.U.Y

Marty Mcfly (BTTF Trilogy)

…Baby One More Time

Dirty Diana

Melanie Martinez (Singer/Songwriter)

P.E.

Mike Ross (Suits)

If You Think I’m Pretty

Slow Down

Mike Schmidt (FNAF Movie)

Fill the Void

Love on Me

Again

Miles Morales (Spiderverse)

Redrum

O-Ren Ishii (Kill Bill vol 1)

Bent

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Nightcrawler

Quentin Beck (Spiderman: Far From Home)

Pathetic

Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead Series)

Bloodline x Pony

Rodrick Heffley (DOAWK Trilogy)

Heavy Metal Lover

Ryan Gosling (Actor/Singer)

Sad Girl

Todd Ingram (Scott Pilgrim vs The World)

Barbie

William Afton (FNAF Movie)

Bloody Mary

The Contortionist

Criminal

Karma’s a Bi**h

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dreamqueenkala · 2 years

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COLLAR

(SECRET P.2)

Part 1

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WARNINGS: Oral(Female Receiving); Face-Riding; Biting/Marking; Bottom!Max; Collaring; Choking; Submissive!Max; Dirtytalk/Degradation/Praise; Unprotected Sex; Dom!Reader; Edging; Cuffing; Impregnation; Light Angst with a happy ending

Female Reader X Max Brinly

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Its been three months since I left Hackett’s Quarry, and I was very slowly recovering from the trauma I gained that summer. My therapy sessions took place twice a month, and though they helped a little, I still found myself curling up and shying away from social situations. I found a job two months ago at a local cafe in town, along with a cheap apartment. It wasn’t hard to mask my feelings in public as it’s something I’ve done all my life, so I got by just fine.

After this past August, the other counselors and I took our own paths. Ryan and Jacob, like myself, decided against college, instead joining me in town. The two were roommates a few blocks away, and surprisingly they’d grown pretty close. Almost like surrogate brothers, they got along quite well. The group kept in touch through a groupchat, and I often saw the two send videos of each other in silly situations.

Dylan and Ryan, though they currently lived in different states, finally got together last month. Dylan became a really close friend of mine and we spent a lot of time FaceTiming. The brunette was head over heels for the mysteriously brooding individual, and the goofy smile he always had on his face during our calls when Ryan was mentioned made my heart both flutter excitedly and clench with shame.

I hadn’t heard from Laura and Max in a long while. Shortly after the sun had risen that next day, Max and Laura had reunited at the lodge. Clinging to each other, they’d muttered sweet ‘I love you’s and shared chaste kisses. Neither of them had spared me a glance, and after the events mere hours before between myself and the red headed male, my heart couldn’t stand the sight. So I left.

Neither of them had reached out to me, and I returned the favor. It was as if I no longer existed. I could see their Instagram posts of each other, sharing smiles and kisses in various places, cuddling or laughing, anything and everything they could together. It killed me to see it, so at one point I’d removed them from my feed. I didn’t want to know how happy they were together, not after everything we’d been through.

It was now late November, and I currently sat in Ryan and Jacob’s kitchen. Ryan, as per usual, was on the phone with Dylan, whom was currently in North Dakota packing to visit his boyfriend for thanksgiving. Jacob, however, was standing across the kitchen island from me, scrolling through his Instagram as we lightly chatted. His eyes lit up and he grinned, pausing the discussion for a second.

“You unfollowed Laura and Max, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, you know how bad it hurt to see them together after…” The ravenette shot me a sympathetic smile, thumbs tapping away at his screen.

“You should reach out to him.”

“No.” I immediately shook my head, toying with the fruit on my plate he’d given me. “Nu uh. Nope. I’m not giving myself false hope.”

“Hey, you never know! Things could work out for you two.” Jacob huffed, pouting at me with those puppy dog eyes of his. I rolled my own (E/C) eyes and shoved a strawberry in my mouth.

“Yeah, how’d that go with Emma?” He rolled his own eyes now, turning his phone screen to face me.

“You should call him.”

Curiosity getting the best of me, my eyes scanned his texts. My fork clattered to my plate as I read through the messages between Jacob and Max, lips parted and eyes wide.

TODAY

Max: Laura and I broke up. (11:36)

Jacob: Dude, for real? How’d she find out??? (11:38)

Max: She already knew. (11:39)

Max: Apparently I wasn’t very subtle. (11:39)

Jacob: No shit, I can see that. She’s not subtle either. (11:41)

Max: I don’t know what to do. I miss her. (11:45)

Jacob: Do you love her? (11:45)

Max: … (11:46)

Max: Yeah. (11:53)

Jacob: She’s at my place rn. She still loves you. (11:55)

Max: Rn? (12:01)

Max: She won’t even talk to me. (12:05)

Jacob: She thinks it’ll give her false hope. (12:05)

Max: Wtf?? False hope? (12:06)

Max: I literally fucked her in that treehouse, how tf is that false hope?? (12:07)

Jacob: Show her, dude. Idk what else to tell you. (12:11)

Max: Address? (12:17)

Jacob: Location Sent (12:19)

Max: OMW (12:23)

I blinked and tilted my head up to gaze at the cuddly jock, his smirk making my face flush. “You invited him, here!?”

“Nope. Gave him your address.” I stumbled onto my feet, fumbling for my keys as the male laughed behind me. “Hurry home! That was ten minutes ago!”

I dashed outside and into my car, turning the key to start the engine. My heart was racing and my skin was flushed, my mind running a thousand thoughts a second. I could vaguely feel the ghost of his lips on my neck, his hands on my hips, hear those deep growls he’d released—

A soft moan left my lips as I sped home at least ten miles above the speed limit. My apartment wasn’t far, I could only hope I’d get there before Max did. My fingers tapped at the wheel, my eyes alert but somehow unfocused, my thighs growing damp. If this was anything like what I was hoping, maybe Jacob would be right. Maybe I did need to just try.

Pulling into my apartment complex, I could barely see a familiar head of auburn locks stand from the open door of his car. I honked and he jumped, green eyes locking with my (E/C) ones as his head whipped around to face me. What was only mere seconds felt like an eternity, our eyes locked and our lips parted. I quickly sped past his car and parked next to him, slamming the breaks. The keys jangled in my hands as I slipped out of my car, the male already standing by my door. Inches apart, breathes mingling, we gazed at each other with wide, desperate eyes.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was hoarse and a bit deeper than I remembered, his hair a little longer and his height a few inches taller than he used to be.

“M-Max…” His eyes lit up and his hands cupped my face, thumbs caressing the skin under my eyes. I tilted my head and nuzzled his dominant palm, hands coming up to grasp his shirt. His breathes became shaky and his lips spread in a wobbly smile, forehead pressing to mine.

“God, I missed you.” He murmured, nose brushing mine and hands pulling me just a bit closer. “So, so much, (Y/N).”

“I missed you, too, Max. Every day. So much it hurt.” I whimpered, tears trickling from my eyes. The male brushed them away with his lips, kissing my cheeks and embracing me against his chest. “W-What happen—“

“Laura broke up with me. I wasn’t subtle about how I felt about you.” He explained, arms trembling as he held me close. “She’s not mad, she just wants us happy. I felt so shitty for it but I-I didn’t—“

“I love you.”

Max fell silent immediately, and I could hear his heart skip a beat. I squeezed his waist tightly and tilted my head up, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Max. I love you. I love you.” I murmured repeatedly, his breathes slowly calming and his tremors growing still. His body relaxed around me and I smiled at the happy laughter that spilled from his lips.

“I love you, too.” Leaning back, I gazed up at him with wide (E/C) eyes, his own green hues swimming with adoration.

“You’ve got a lot of time to make up for, Mister.” I huffed playfully, his grin widening. “Kiss me, dumbass.”

He did exactly that, his lips molded to mine and his hands in my soft (H/C) locks. Max held me as close as he could, his hips pressing me back against the door of my car. His teeth clashed with mine, tongue swirling between us, soft moans and whimpers leaving our lips. My hands slipped under his green sweater, nails clawing into his back. His brows furrowed and he groaned against my lips, rolling his hips forward against mine.

“Fuck—I need you, (Y/N).” He mumbled against my lips, both of us panting heavily.

“For good?”

“Always.”

Max followed me up the steps to my apartment, pressing me against the door the moment we stepped inside. I moaned as he peppered my throat with kisses and light nibbles, nose brushing my sleeve to the side. He chuckled as his tongue traced over the indents he’d left months ago, the bite having been deep enough to scar. Biting my lip, I shoved him away, locking my front door. He gazed at me with wide eyes, watching my tongue as it swiped over my lower lip, a glare on my face.

“You got to fuck me last time. Now it’s my turn, Max.” He swallowed, curling his fingers against his jeans as the tent in his pants grew a bit tighter. I pressed a hand to his chest, guiding him backwards til his knees hit my sofa. He fell on his ass, gazing up at me with subtle submission. “Stay.”

I darted down the hall to my bedroom, digging through the box under my bed. I withdrew two leather objects and a set of metal cuffs, hiding them behind my back. Returning to the living room, I grinned with satisfaction to find the male still sitting on the sofa, though his hands were down his pants. Growling, I made my way behind him and grasped his throat, pulling his head back to look at me. Max gasped and met my gaze with wide, lustful green eyes, his pupils blown.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” I purred, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. He shook his head and I squeezed his neck, a sharp whine leaving his lips. “Words.”

“N-No.”

“So you’re just a greedy little slut, then, aren’t you?” His cheeks flushed and his eyelids fluttered, cock twitching beneath his jeans at those words. “Thats my job, Max. Not yours.” I tilted his head forward and strapped the collar around his neck, leash attached. He reached up to touch it and I smacked his hand away, moving around the sofa to stand between his legs.

“Strip.” I demanded, already tugging at my own jeans and shirt. His eyes raked over my body as I moved to unclip my bra, dropping it to the floor. “Strip, Max.” Tugging on the leash, I repeated my demand, another sharp whine leaving his lips as the collar squeezed his throat lightly. Finally, the ginger obeyed, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, followed by his jeans and his boxers. “Good boy.” He keened slightly, leaning into the palm I placed on his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut.

Forcing him to lay on his back along the sofa, I slipped my panties down and straddled his face, gazing down at him between my breasts. My soft (H/C) framed my face, my (E/C) darkened with my desire as my dripping cunt hovered over his face. “You better make me cum, Max, or I won’t let you cum. Do you understand?”

He whined, nipping at my thigh whilst his hands squeezed my hips, his eyes narrowed with challenge. “That’s not fair.” Gasping softly, I reached behind me and squeezed his cock in my hand, the ginger bucked his hips with a sharp cry.

“Fair?” I growled, his eyes widening at the dark tone of voice I possessed. “Fair!? What’s not fair is fucking me and leaving me dry, Max.” I snapped, reaching for the cuffs I’d dropped. I grasped his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head, clicking the metal around his wrists. “You want fair? I’ll give you fair. You can’t touch me or yourself til you make me cum.”

“(Y/N)—!”

I silenced him with my hips, slamming my dripping cunt down over his lips. He moaned at the taste, tongue lapping at my thighs and nose brushing my clit immediately. His green eyes latched onto my own (E/C) hues, watching my face as he began to eat me out obediently. I leaned back whilst holding his hands above him with one hand, the other grasping his cock and stroking the length of it.

His body trembled at my touch, a sharp whine escaping his throat. Dropping his hands in favor of fisting the leash, I yanked hard. He choked slightly, cock throbbing in my hand and his toes curling from the pleasure. His tongue moved faster against my folds, wet slurping sounds coming from him as Max’s desperation to devour me began to take control. I moaned and rolled my hips, eyes fluttering shut as he ate me out.

“Just like that. Such a good boy, Max. Good little slut.” He moaned against my pussy, fingers clenching and unclenching as I stroked his cock. I rolled my hips faster, painting his face with my slick whilst my hand squeezed the base of his cock. His brows furrowed and he tilted his head back to breathe, yelping softly.

“F-Fuck!” He gasped, bucking his hips, the tip beading with precum and turning a deep red from the pressure. “Babe, please—“ I squeezed his cock again and he cried out, arching his back and writhing beneath me. He reached up with his cuffed hands and grasped my hips, trying to move me away.

“Hurts, huh? That’s how it felt for three months without you.” I hissed, feeling slightly bitter as I grasped his hair and forced his head down. “Make. Me. Cum.” He winced but the way his cock throbbed when I manhandled him that way made me grin, his tongue immediately returning to my clit. A soft sigh of relief left me and I licked my lips, stroking his hair and cheek lightly. “Good boy, Max. Such a beautiful man, you look so good beneath me.” His brows furrowed again and his eyes, now glazed with tears of both pleasure and pain, gazed up at me lovingly. His hands dropped from my legs, resting above his head voluntarily. Biting my lip, I whimpered and tossed my head back, his lips suckling at my clit sending me over the edge.

“Max!” I mewled, bucking my hips as my vision flashed white and I painted his face with my cum. He moaned and swiped his tongue over my cunt hungrily, obscene wet sounds and slurping emanating from him as he devoured my high. Panting, I released his cock, the appendage throbbing desperately and on the brink of release.

Slowly guiding my shaking legs off of him, I gazed over his cum soaked face, blissed out expression, teary eyes and heaving chest. Biting my lip, I leaned down and kissed him softly, our lips moving slowly as he woke from his daze. “So good for me, Max. So beautiful covered in my cum.” I mumbled, licking his cheek clean of my own fluid. Max keened slightly, nuzzling my cheek sweetly as he smiled.

“Please…” He mumbled hoarsely, bucking his hips into the cold air, cock brushing against my ass. I smiled and released his hands from the cuffs, watching him rub his raw wrists lightly.

“Let me fuck you Max.” I hummed, lifting my hips over his cock. He let his hands rest on my hips, sitting up slightly as I tugged at the leash. His lips met mine softly, his hands caressing my sides gently as I slipped the head of his cock inside me. A deep guttural groan left him, muffled by my tongue down his throat. His cock slipped deeper inside me til my clit brushed his pubes, our hips flush together. His fingers kneaded at the soft flesh of my thighs, hands trembling as he held me in place for a moment.

Max parted from the kiss long enough to breathe, wincing slightly. “F-Fuck…I-I think I’m gonna cum already.” He hissed, eying the spot between us where our bodies were joined together. I smiled and brushed his hair from his eyes, cradling his face against my voluptuous breasts as I lifted my hips. “A-Ah, shit—!” My hips slammed down hard on his dick, his body jolting and his hands digging into my flesh harshly. I nipped and sucked at the skin beneath his left ear, rolling my hips slowly and clamping down every time my clit brushed his abdomen. He winced and groaned, biting into the mark he’d left months prior as he throbbed.

I gasped as he came, my insides flooded with his warm release and his eyes screwed shut as they dripped with tears. Biting my lip, I stilled my hips and pressed chaste kisses to his cheeks, licking his tears away as he had done to me earlier. His arms slid up to embrace me, holding me close as he rolled us onto our sides. My back to the back of the sofa, his head nestled between my breasts, we both breathed in unison. My fingers threaded through his hair and his thumbs drew patterns along my spine, legs tangled and cock still buried inside me.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Max mumbled, peering up at me with adoration and pure, unfiltered joy in his green orbs, the sweetest smile on his freckled face. I smiled and bent my neck to kiss him lovingly, the sweetest giggle leaving my lips.

“I love you, too, Max. You’re a dork.” He snorted and nipped at my breasts playfully, eliciting another round of bountiful giggles from me.

“Your dork.”

“Always.”

…

“Can I take the collar off now?”

“Not a chance.”

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needsmorewlw · 2 years

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Okay, I am intrigued based on your post and I have to know - what are your single saddest headcanons for Kaitlyn, Dylan and Ryan? -Drylan blog runner

I'm so glad you asked. Hoooo ok buckle up because some of these are doozies.

There's also a lot of parent stuff in here. So if you got mommy/daddy issues, be warned before continuing x

Kaitlyn

Now we know literally nothing about Kaitlyn other than the fact that her and Jacob have been friends since they were kids, so she's basically a blank canvas ready to be covered in sad, sad paint.

But what else do we know about our beautiful Kaitlyn? She's tough and super independent. You know what kind of kids are that independent at a young age? Kids who were forced to be.

Her parents had super high expectations of her growing up but were never around to support her when she needed it. They did everything shy of outright neglecting her. She adapted and got so good at passing off as this perfect, responsible, independent daughter that her parents never bothered trying to support her, in fact they just added more expectations onto her. She'd get the "we're so disappointed in you" speech if she faltered for one day but would never get congratulated for succeeding over and over. I think she also has younger siblings who can do no wrong in their parents eyes. She loves them but also can't help but resent them a little bit for getting the childhood she was denied. Some days she feels more like their nanny than their older sister.

She got older and her parents would act all smug to their friends and co workers like they'd raised the perfect daughter when in reality, she raised herself. The kicker is that she so desperately yearns for their approval. No matter how angry she gets at them, she still craves their validation.

She's SEVERELY TOUCH STARVED BECAUSE HER PARENTS NEVER HUGGED HER. On bad days, if she sees a parent hugging their child, she'll go kick something and cry. A teacher said he was proud of her on her last day before graduation and she very nearly wept. And she'll never admit it but it's one of the reasons she's held on so tight to Jacob all these years because he's the one person who's always been there.

She's tough because she had to be, not because she wanted to be.

Dylan

Oh Dylan...

Sweet...sweet blorbo.

How do I pick just one of my many hcs?

Let's stick with the parent theme. So Dylan's general vibe gives me two certainties about his home life.

1: parents are absolutely divorced.

2: only child (at first)

With all of Dylan's issues, coping and defense mechanisms, there's simply no way he has a healthy relationship with his parents. At best it would be an aloof one.

Dylan has all the insecurities and social awkwardness of an only child whose emotional needs were neglected during his formative years. I think his parents had him when they were young and got married instead of having an abortion, which they then made Dylan's problem until they eventually got divorced and his dad moved away when Dylan was in middle school.

They are the sole reason for his lack of self esteem and fear of rejection by making him feel like he needed to be grateful for existing.

Present day, Dylan's dad is remarried with what Dylan spitefully refers to as his "do-over family" at Thanksgiving dinners. He married a woman who's like four years older than Dylan and they have two twin toddlers. In her defense, she's lovely. His dad on the other hand, Dylan has no relationship with. Dylan broke down one day and pointed out how he's a completely different man now who actually cares about his new sons. So now his dad mainly just gives him money and pays for things for him in an attempt at making up for it that doesn't take any real effort. Dylan figures it's better than nothing. He looks after his half brothers sometimes if his step-mom asks. He tries really hard not to take his resentment out on them and channels it all towards his dad. The only time you'll see Dylan truly angry is if he's interacting with his dad.

His relationship with his mom is complicated. She's invested in him and proud of all of his academic achievements but she's proud of a version of Dylan she made up in her head. She doesnt actually know anything about him. I think she has some narcissistic tendencies and did a total 180 after the divorce, acting like she's always been a perfect supportive mother and denies any attempt Dylan makes at holding her accountable. So he just gave up. She loves him and that's what's important but he also once overheard her tell one of her friends that he "just hasn't met the right girl yet."

Ryan

My babygirl...

We actually do have some details about Ryan that could go any which way. The "Mom isn't exactly around" line is stuck to my brain like a barnacle. Because what does that mean? There's so many options. And there's absolutely no mention of another parent but considering his attachment towards Chris, we can assume they're not around anymore, for whatever reason.

Ryan was diagnosed with autism when he was a kid but never got any help with it. His mom tried her best but Ryan's other parent either died before they could be helpful or left because they decided raising an autistic child was too much effort. Ryan's struggled to make friends his whole life because he was never taught any coping mechanisms that would have really helped him out. He had to learn them on his own. He started going to camp at the end of elementary/beginning of middle school to try and make connections with kids his own age rather than only befriending much younger kids and adults. He ended up bonding with the reclusive werewolf siblings.

Ryan's general aloofness and monotony lead to him saying pretty upsetting things in a either a blunt or vague way. For this sad headcanon, "Mom isn't exactly around." Because she's sick. Maybe terminally ill or maybe she had a serious accident and now she's bed ridden or brain dead. Either way, she's in the hospital for good.

I think it happened recently, which is why Ryan's asking Chris for advice at camp. Chris definitely knew the full story so Ryan didn't have to elaborate. Ryan had his plan all sorted out. He was going to animation school and then suddenly his life came crashing down around him and he had to make immediate adjustments. He seriously considered not going to college because he didn't want to just leave his sister, but also the town where his mom is in hospital. Chris gives him the myopic "family is important spiel" which just makes him more conflicted (I know Chris meant well but that was awful advice). He came to camp to get his mind off of everything stressful at home. How well that turned out.

Ryan's desperately trying to make connections but also feels like he can't make choices for himself anymore. It also plays a major part in why he seems so distant concerning Kaitlyn and Dylan because yeah, the thought of having someone to be with sounds nice but he doesn't wanna drag someone he cares about into his sad messy life when he doesn't even know what he's doing.

#it was so hard to keep these short #the quarry #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #drylan #ask #anyway hope anyone with parental issues dont find this #this was fun tho i needed to get them out of my head

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berriwritertingz · 2 months

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the summer i wrote masterlist

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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wikiangela · 4 months

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hiiii 🤗 idk what’s been asked jdisj but tell me more about the ryan x taylor fic bc you know i’m obsessed with that 😅 or the buddie roommates au 🩵

hiii!

so, buddie roommates was answered here (it's still just an idea, but planning to get to it soon bc recently I randomly got some ideas for it haha)

and ryan x taylor! I'm so excited for this one - so, you know how they got sort of an open ending, not explicitly said if they end up together or not, aside from kissing on the train before she left for paris, and those smiles at each other at seth and summer's wedding haha

so my idea was: ryan's at berkeley, taylor is in paris (i don't remember if they said why she was going back but in this fic it's for college lol) and they keep in touch, talk as much as they can, but they're kinda in this limbo, not sure where they stand

so ryan invites taylor for chrismukkah (it's gonna be sophie's first chrismukkah and the first one in the new house in berkeley, and I'm planning some sweet cohen family feels haha) and they spend some time together, and talk, and probably have sex (bc you know taylor lol) and basically get together for sure, and then continue to have a long distance relationship

also might do a time skip to that last scene of the show bc as soon as i saw that, I thought about ryan talking to taylor about taking that kid in, and I wanna write that haha

and a lil snippet just for you <3 (it's not exactly what I want from this scene, probably gonna rephrase some stuff - like, I think ryan and summer keep in touch so he'd probably hear from her that she's coming but idk, we'll see haha)

“Hey, so, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to spend Christmukkah with us.” Ryan says, his fingers fiddling with the corner of his blanket. “Seth said Summer’s coming, too, and, you know, it’s Sophie’s first Chrismukkah. It’d be nice to have everyone there. Unless you’re going to Newport to spend it with your mom, I mean, no big deal.” he adds quickly, not wanting to pressure his maybe-girlfriend – he really needs to talk to her about what they are. He can’t believe he’s the one rambling, what the hell has she done to him. “Oh, no, I’m so not spending Christmas with my mom.” Taylor laughs melodically, though it is a little sad, like every time she talks about her mom. As far as Ryan knows, they tried to have Thanksgiving together and it went just about as well as could be expected. “I’d love to spend it with you. There’s nothing like the holidays at the Cohen’s.” she adds, sing-songy, and Ryan wants to see her cute little smile so badly. “And of course I’d love to see Summer, I miss her.” “Oh, just Summer?” he asks teasingly. “Of course, who else would I miss?” she responds, tone equally joking.

thanks so much for the ask <3

ask me about my wips <3

#wip tag game #ask games #tag games #wikiangela answers #wikiangela writes #my wips #fic snippet #ryan and taylor fic #the oc fic #this got long lmao

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corroded-hellfire · 10 months

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Just a Spark - Eddie Munson x Reader

A Collaboration with my beloved kindred spirit @munson-blurbs🤍

Summary: Eddie takes his sons to watch fireworks at Lover's Lake for the Fourth of July. But when he notices you there with some friends, including some male friends, he can't help but be jealous.

Note: Thank you to my dearest @joejoequinnquinn for loving jealous!eddie as much as I do and for coming up with this lovely idea! I still find it funny that it's a Fourth of July fic and you do not live in the US, lol. I hope you all enjoy and happy 4th of July to my fellow Americans 💙

Warnings: older!eddie, dad!eddie, babysitter!reader, eddie being jealous hehe

Words: 3.9k

[As You Wish masterlist]

It wasn’t often that Hawkins held activities that appealed to the whole town. The haunted houses around Halloween only appealed to the teenagers, the winter wonderlands at Christmas only mattered to young children, and the Thanksgiving Parade was something that everyone swears they got dragged along to against their will. Fourth of July in Hawkins was the one day a year that could be counted on to bring people of all ages out to Lover’s Lake for sunshine in the afternoon and fireworks at night.

Kids would splash and swim together in the shallow area of the lake while their parents watched from picnic blankets spread out not too far away. Teens and college students would come with their friends, the college kids drinking beer out in the open while the teenagers had to hide sips behind a tree or behind a friend’s back.

It was a tradition in the Munson household to grill up some hamburgers and bring them down to eat at the lake while they watched the fireworks. This particular year things seem to be off-track, though. Brittany had left the house early in the afternoon to run a few errands and pick up some charcoal for the grill so that Eddie could cook the hamburgers. After being gone far too long for just saying she was heading to a few stores, the phone rings and Brittany gives Eddie some sob story about how she ran into her sister who’s having a crisis and she needs to stay with her for a while. Eddie just sighed as he hung up, thinking to himself that at least Brittany wasn’t dumb enough to say it had something to do with work when banks are closed because it’s a national holiday. The only problem—because going out with his boys without his wife was certainly not a problem—he ran into now was that he didn’t have time to run out and get charcoal and make the burgers before they were going to leave for the lake.

Improvising, Eddie swings through a Burger King drive-through on the way, making sure the three of them would still keep their tradition intact as much as possible. The boys don’t seem to mind the differences between this year and last, maybe just glad to have a chance to hang out with their dad while they did something as cool as watch fireworks.

Eddie pulls his truck into the already-crowded parking lot and grabs the bag of fast food. As he and the boys get out, people walk by carrying coolers, picnic baskets, and a few types of inner tubes to use in the water. There are tons of people there—which Eddie expected. He takes Luke’s hand into his own and instructs Ryan to grab onto Luke’s other so they don’t lose anyone.

“Eddie!” A familiar voice calls out and has Eddie whipping around to spot its owner. He quickly sees the Sinclairs; Lucas is waving with his left hand to get Eddie’s attention, with Tiffany on his right hip.

Eddie nudges the boys. “Look who’s here!” Their eyes widen when they notice Uncle Lucas—who Eddie swears is his younger son’s namesake and certainly isn’t Luke Skywalker—along with Aunt Max and their baby. They practically pull Eddie across the lot to them.

Clapping Lucas’s hand and pulling him in for a modified bro-hug so he doesn’t crash into Tiffany, Eddie offers his long-time friend a grin. “How have you guys been?” he asks as he gives Max a hug.

“Good. Tired.” Max says with a laugh. “Tiffany slept through the night for about three days before she started teething.”

“Aww, poor thing,” Eddie coos, chuckling when Tiffany proves her mother’s point by grabbing Eddie’s finger and gnawing on it. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t last as long as it seems,” he reassures the new parents.

“We’re just headed out,” Lucas explains, kissing his daughter’s cheek. “It’s this little lady’s bedtime, and we’ve gotta get home before the fireworks start.”

“We have no idea how she’ll react to them, and we’re not about to conduct that experiment in public,” Max chimes in, making Eddie laugh again. “But we’ll see you at Ryan’s birthday party next week!”

The Munsons and Sinclairs part with goodbyes and more hugs before Eddie and the boys head towards the lake.

“I wanna sit near the water!” Luke insists, and Eddie winces at his high-pitched whine.

“Think we might get a better view of the fireworks if we sit up a little higher.” It’s the truth; plus, he won’t have to worry about Luke flinging himself into the cesspool that Hawkins calls a lake.

They find a shady spot right under a tree, and Eddie lays out three beach towels so they won’t have to sit in the dirt. He passes out the parchment-wrapped burgers and little bags of fries and sits back with a sigh. This is what he’d always wanted—family traditions with his boys. If only…

“Has anyone seen my sunscreen?”

Eddie freezes mid-bite, only remembering that he has a burger in his hand when his arm starts to ache from being in one position too long. He chews and swallows as though nothing happened, but his mind is racing.

It can’t be, he thinks. He’s almost certain that this is all in his imagination—God knows he can’t get you out of his head—until he hears someone say your name.

Just one look, Eddie convinces himself. A quick peek so I can see that it’s not actually her; just someone who sounds like her and has the same name…

His stomach flip-flops when he glances over and sees you in a low-cut red tank top and cutoff denim shorts. Oh, shit, it’s her. And she looks really, really good. He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. He wishes he had a six-pack; a cold beer can always calm his jangled nerves. Okay, I can’t let the boys see. Once that happens, she’ll come over here and—

Eddie’s anxious thought is disrupted by the sight of one of the three guys you’re with applying sunscreen to the back of your neck. He’s got long, light brown hair—though not as long or luscious as his own, Eddie notes wryly.

Long Hair spends far too much time massaging the lotion into your skin. Calm down, Buffalo Bill. She doesn’t need that much sun protection.

The only other girl there plucks the lotion bottle from Long Hair’s hands, much to Eddie’s relief, and Eddie turns his attention back to his boys. “You guys ready for the fireworks?” He tries to keep the enthusiasm in his voice. “Sun’s setting, so they’ll be starting soon.”

Ryan nods, chewing on a fry. “I wonder what colors they’ll have,” he muses.

“Well, I wonder what would happen if I sat on a firework!” Luke pipes up with a mouthful of burger. “Like, would I fly into the sky? Or would it blow up in my butt?”

Eddie laughs loudly. “My money’s on the second one, little man.”

Your laughter floats over to Eddie on the breeze blowing off of the lake. He mentally berates himself, thinking of how he should be enjoying this family tradition with his boys and not be wondering if any of those guys you’re with are your boyfriend or if you’re sleeping with any of them or if…

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Eddie looks up at Ryan’s worried face and frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Your lip,” Ryan says, pointing at the bottom half of his father’s face. “You were chewing on it, and it started bleeding.”

“Silly me,” Eddie says with a forced chuckle. He grabs one of the napkins from the Burger King bag and dabs at his lower lip. Luke has shifted to watch a game of volleyball happening on a court that someone set up and it gives Eddie the opportunity to scoot closer between his boys, so his back is to you and your friends. Maybe now he’ll be able to focus.

It works for a while. The three of them finish their burgers and Luke is immediately complaining that he’s still hungry. Eddie tells the five-year-old he has to wait and tries to play a game with them to distract his youngest son from his rumbling tummy before the fireworks start.

“Simon says put your hands on your head. Simon says give your brother a high five,” Eddie instructs as the boys eagerly await the next command. “Simon says stand up. Sit back down. Ah! I didn’t say ‘Simon says!’”

“I win!” Ryan cheers as Luke sprawls out on his beach towel with a groan. The familiar twinkling tune of an ice cream truck approaching has him bolting up, though.

“Ice cream?” Luke stands up and balances on his tippy toes to get a better view at the parking lot. When his suspicions are confirmed, he hops up and down. “Ice cream! Daddy, can we get some? Pleeeeease?”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says as if it’s a hardship for him to indulge his boys when in reality he’d already planned on getting ice cream for them at some point tonight. “Get me some too, okay?”

“Cookies and cream?” Ryan asks, citing his dad’s favorite flavor.

“Atta boy,” Eddie says, handing him a ten-dollar bill. Luke starts to walk away and towards the truck, but Eddie stops him with an, “ah-ah-ah. It’s crowded here. I don’t want you to lose each other so hold your brother’s hand.” When Luke opens his mouth to respond, a frown creasing his forehead and his nose wrinkling up, Eddie halts the whining before it even happens. “Hold your brother’s hand.”

“Fine,” Luke huffs and offers his hand to Ryan in the most limp, unenthusiastic manner possible.

The two walk off and Eddie adjusts his position so he can keep an eye on his sons as they snake their way through the crowd and over to the ice cream truck that already has a line of a few kids in front of it. But from this new angle, Eddie can also see you out of the corner of his eye. A breath rushes out of him as if he’d been holding it since his eyes were last on you. Seeing you makes Eddie calmer and more tense at the same time. As always, your presence brings him comfort and happiness. But you’re with a bunch of guys your own age and the jealousy monster is rearing its ugly head like nobody’s business. Eddie looks down at his lap and his eye catches on his wedding ring, glinting in the fading sun.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite, Munson,” Eddie mumbles to himself.

Unable to not look in your direction—I swear to God she’s got something magnetic about her, he thinks—Eddie sees you gazing out over the lake. You raise your hand above your eyes to shield them from the bright, falling sun and look around the whole area where people have settled in to have fun. Eddie’s just about to look away, not wanting to risk being caught staring at you if you spot him, when he sees one of your guy friends walking over to you. It’s not Long Hair from before. This guy is shorter and as muscly as the other guy was scrawny. Eddie can hear him calling your name, but you must be too caught up in your thoughts to hear him. Muscles reaches out and touches your arm to get your attention. As if seeing him just touching you isn’t bad enough, Eddie watches as you turn around to face Muscles, but the guy still doesn’t take his hand off of you. The tanned, muscular hand is slowly moving down your arm and a knot grows in Eddie’s stomach. If this asshole takes your hand, Eddie feels like he might throw up the burger he’s barely started digesting.

Luckily, you move to walk back towards your group of friends before Muscles’s hand could reach yours. Eddie feels twenty pounds lighter. He turns back to look towards the parking lot and sees his sons approaching, Ryan holding an ice cream in each hand, and Luke holding one and holding onto the back of Ryan’s red t-shirt with the other hand. By the way his youngest son is rolling his eyes as they approach, Eddie realizes it was Ryan’s idea that Luke holds on to him.

Ryan hands Eddie his scoop of cookies and cream, plopping back down to enjoy the mint chip cone he’d bought for himself.

“DAD! OH MY GOD, DAD!!” Luke shouts, and Eddie nearly drops his cone.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Luke points down towards the left. “Look at that doggy! He’s so cute!” Sure enough, a middle-aged couple is walking a golden retriever along the lake. Both boys sit up a bit straighter and watch as the owners toss a tennis ball into the water and the dog eagerly paddles after it.

As Eddie’s heart rate steadies to a normal pace—seriously, he’s going to have to talk with Luke about using his “emergency voice” when it is not an emergency—he finds his gaze drifting back to you. He’s just in time to see Long Hair take the baseball cap from his own head and put it on top of yours. Eddie silently wills you to take it off, chuck it into the lake, set it on fire…but he’s utterly disappointed when you adjust it to your head and wear it proudly.

Would she wear something of mine if I gave it to her? He silently wonders. He’s so engrossed in whatever flirtatious games you’re playing that he barely hears his older son trying to get his attention.

“Daddy, your ice cream is leaking over the cone. Daddy! It’s getting runny and gonna drip! Daddy?”

“And whaddya keep looking that way for? The lake is that way!” Luke chimes in, face covered in cotton candy ice cream.

“Y-Yeah, sorry, guys,” Eddie mumbles, but he keeps his gaze locked on you. A blonde guy wearing a puka shell necklace like he’s on Hawaii Five-0 points to a beach volleyball net that’s just been vacated, and you and your friends follow him.

It’s two versus two; Muscles is serving as a referee for this game. You and Puka Shell are on a team, and Long Hair and the only other girl in your group stand on the other side of the net. You serve, the girl returns it, Puka Shell lobbies it to you, and you spike it back, surprising yourself.

Eddie clenches his fist until he feels the ice cream cone begin to break when your teammate wraps his arms around you in a hug. Jesus H. Christ, whatever happened to high-fives? But he knows that he’d envy any little touch these guys got from you.

He tries to distract himself, asking Ryan if he’s excited for his birthday, but he’s only half-listening.

“What do you want for a gift?” he asks, raising his eyebrows when his sons look at him curiously. “What?”

“I just said I wanted a new Lego set,” Ryan says. He’s not annoyed, just confused. “Are you feeling okay, Daddy?”

“Maybe he has scurvy,” Luke suggests, “like the pirates in that movie we watched.”

“‘M fine,” Eddie reassures them. It takes a second for him to register what Luke’s suggested. “Did you just say I had scurvy?”

There’s no time for Luke to elaborate—not that Eddie necessarily wants him to—before your joyous squeal filters through the air. It seems as though you and Puka Shell won the game, because he’s twirling you around triumphantly.

Does she want him picking her up? Touching her? Eddie’s inner monologue runs wild. Okay, she’s laughing and smiling, so that’s good. She’s fine with it; yeah, so that’s fine. Everything’s fine. We’re all fine here. She’s with her friends, I’m a married man here with my kids, and that’s all there is to it.

The whistle and boom of the first firework lighting the sky is a welcome distraction. Ryan lets out a gasp as he stares in awe of the red shooting through the dark sky. Luke scoots backwards and plops himself in Eddie’s lap. He leans against Eddie’s chest and lays his head back on his shoulder as he becomes engrossed in the spectacle. It’s been a while since Luke’s sat in his lap like this, so it brings a smile to Eddie’s face.

Mixtures of red, white, and blue fireworks crackle through the air, occasionally making shapes other than the usual spherical pattern that shimmies down. Eddie looks over at Ryan, who has a bright grin on his face. The red firework currently popping off leaves a scarlet shadow behind on his older son’s face. Beyond Ryan, Eddie glimpses a view of you watching the fireworks. You’re still with your friends, but you’re sitting a little bit in front of them with your legs crossed and your elbows resting on your knees. There’s a peaceful joy on your face and it makes Eddie’s heart give a few thumps harder than usual. Your friends behind you are talking but you couldn’t seem to care less about what they’re saying. You’re solely focused on the show in the sky. Eddie looks back at his kids and sees them just as mesmerized by the bursting colors. Luke snuggles back against his chest and Eddie is filled with warmth. He wraps his arms loosely around Luke and rests his head against his son’s smaller one as he looks up and joins in watching the celebration.

By the time the fireworks are done, Eddie’s pretty sure his hearing is damaged. Didn’t I used to play in a metal band? Jesus, I’m getting old. Luke springs up from his dad’s lap and Ryan stands up and stretches his arms out over his head, releasing a long yawn.

“How was that?” Eddie asks as he collects the beach towels they had been sitting on.

“So cool!” Luke says, jumping as if to emphasize his point.

“I like the ones that make the fizzy noises as they go out,” Ryan says as he picks up the empty Burger King bag and balls it up in his hands.

“My favorite are the ones that go pheeeeew,” Luke attempts to mimic the whistle, “then BANG!”

“What about you, Daddy?” Ryan asks.

“Hmm,” Eddie hums as he considers the question. “The ones that were shaped like circles. They looked pretty cool. Okay, now come on and take my hands, guys. It’s gonna be like a stampede getting out of here.” Eddie tucks the towels under one arm and offers a hand to each son.

They only make it about five steps before Luke is groaning. “It’s going to take forever to—hey! Look!”

Both Eddie and Ryan turn their heads to look in the direction that Luke is pointing. Eddie’s heart stalls in his chest. Luke’s grinning from ear to ear as he notices you walking with your friends. Ryan gives a gasp of delight when his eyes land on you as well.

“I’m gonna go say hi!” Luke exclaims, and he’s already halfway to you before Eddie can even open his mouth.

“Luke, I—ugh, shit.” Eddie mumbles the last part under his breath as he leads Ryan by the hand over to you and your friends. Luke is already in your arms by the time they get there.

“And then the red one went higher than all the others! And I think it had the loudest boom, too,” Luke is saying. You look up and the brightest smile lights up your face as you see Eddie and Ryan standing there.

“Hey, strangers,” you greet and Ryan dives in for a hug. You chuckle and wrap your arms around him too.

Long Hair is standing to the side, slightly closer to Eddie than he is to you, and the rest of your friends are behind you. He gives a small chuckle at the intensity of the hugs the kids give you before turning to Eddie and saying, “You want a hug, too?”

You jab Long Hair in the ribs with your elbow, but that only makes him chuckle more and wrap an arm around you to pull you back against him. This time, Eddie notices, you don’t have the same enthusiastic grin that you had earlier in the evening. It takes everything in his power not to pry you from his arms.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, yeah?” you ask the Munson men, desperate to fill the silence.

“Usual time and place,” Eddie says. The words would usually be accompanied by a wink or a smirk, but something about being around these college guys is grating on his nerves and it’s the closest he’s felt to being intimidated since he was a senior in high school—the first time.

“Bye!” both boys call and wave at you before walking away with their dad. You wave in return, but it looks pitiful compared to their enthusiastic ones.

As soon as they’re out of earshot, you pull out of your friend's arm and spin around to face him. “Peter, do you ever shut up?”

“Calm down,” Peter says, exhaling a sound that’s a mixture of a laugh and a scoff. “This guy’s old enough to be your dad.”

Tony smirks and rests a muscled arm on Paul’s shoulder. “Maybe she’s into the whole ‘daddy’ thing.”

The eye roll you give them is involuntary. “You guys are assholes!”

Turning on your flip flop heel, you spin in the other direction and jog a bit until you catch up with Eddie and the boys.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Paul asks.

A soft, gentle hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder and he looks back to see you offering him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry if my friends were weird…and I’m sorry if I’m making this weirder.”

Eddie’s entire demeanor changes; despite having to watch you flirt with those douchebags—and then being mocked by them—he can’t help but soften towards you. “Nah, Sweetheart, you’re good. Be safe tonight, okay?” Be safe? Seriously, Munson? What are you, her grandpa?

You don’t seem to notice the way he bites his tongue, trying to quell the surge of embarrassment. “I always am,” you say reassuringly. “See you Monday?”

Eddie nods as you turn around to head back to your friends, utterly oblivious to the way your natural beauty outshines the brightest firework tonight. You’re everything he could ever want, but you’re young and gorgeous with a million better prospects than an old married man.

He takes one last look at you before he brings the boys to the car. The passenger seat is empty, and he wears a sad smile when he thinks about you sitting there, excitedly chatting with him and the kids about the evening. Eddie would rest his hand on your thigh while he drives back home, and once Ryan and Luke are sound asleep, you and Eddie could make some fireworks of your own.

Shaking his head, Eddie pulls out from the parking spot and braces himself for the holiday traffic. He grumbles some swear words under his breath, flicking on the radio to the first station that doesn’t have commercials.

“…say I’m not so tough, just because I’m in love with an uptown girl.”

He leans back in his seat and taps out the rhythm on the steering wheel. Funny, he’s never really been a Billy Joel fan, but something about this song reminds him of—

“Dad! Luke’s looking at me!”

“He looked at me first!”

“Both of you close your eyes,” Eddie orders. He can’t see whether or not they listened, but the squabbling stopped, so he’ll consider it a victory.

“Uptown girl, she’s my uptown girl…”

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