#the thought of a mom showing their kid one of these videos fills me with an immense amount of joy
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Embarrassing
Alexia Putellas x Reader
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Summary: You and Alexia take advantage of the opportunity to be typical embarrassing moms.
Inspired by this video:
You were sitting watching your twelve year old son’s football game, when a shadow came over you, blocking the sun you had been happily enjoying. It was a beautiful day and you had gladly taken the opportunity to watch your son play while simultaneously working on your tan. You looked up only to see your wife who had made it just in time for the second half, greeting you with a smile.
“Hola, Bebita,” Alexia greeted you as she sat down beside you with a quick kiss on your cheek.
“You made it! I wasn’t sure if you would. Diego will be excited you got to see the whole second half.” Your son knew how busy Alexia was and understood that she couldn’t always be at everything, so the fact that she had made it to this would mean the world to him, even if his preteen self wasn’t always great at showing it. As you watched the second half start, you filled her in on how the game had been going. Diego had been playing well and his team was winning three goals to one. He had had one goal and one assist thus far, and would likely have even more, now motivated by seeing his other mom there. He always admired her. They had been playing football together since he was first able to stand up on his own. You knew how much it meant to him when she was there and could help him analyze his game afterwards. Being twelve, he wasn’t the best at showing his appreciation for his moms lately, but you knew it was there.
You leaned your head on her shoulder as she grabbed onto your hand, peacefully watching the rest of the game unfold. She loved moments like this, taking in the perfect little life the two of you had built together. Nothing made her happier than getting to sit with the woman she loved most, watching your son play the sport she loved most. Everything about it was perfect.
When the game wrapped up, all the parents started to gather nearby the bench, waiting for their kids to be done and ready to go home. As predicted, Diego scored again in the second half, further solidifying his team’s win. Alexia was excited to have been there to watch your son score and you knew he felt equally excited about it. You continued to make small talk with some of the other parents, when Diego and some of his friends made their way over to the group of you, bouncing around full of energy in spite of having played a full 90.
Diego made his way to you and Alexia, greeting you both with a side hug, “mom, I thought you were gonna be stuck at work today and couldn’t come?” he asked Alexia softly, curious as to how she had made it here.
“Me too, but I ended up convincing them to let me finish up another time so I could catch the second half. I knew you were excited about this one, so I wanted to make sure I could catch at least part of it.” You smiled as you watched your son looking up at her with a small smile as he realized how important this had been to her. You knew he was likely trying to contain his affection as he was still in front of his friends and wanted to continue his ‘cool guy’ persona like most twelve year olds would.
His friends broke him out of his little moment with Alexia as they gave him a small nudge, encouraging him to ask what they were all hoping for. Diego, taking one for the team, started to ask the group of parents if they could all have some money to walk to the nearby ice cream shop to celebrate their win. One of the other moms, whom you and Alexia had become friends with, offered to drive some of them if any of the parents didn’t want to deal with the hassle of having ice cream with a group of rowdy preteen boys. Diego looked up sheepishly as he started to explain that they meant they would go on their own, without the parents.
This time one of the dads chimed in, starting to tease the kids, “Oh I get it, we’re not cool enough to come have ice cream with you guys.” You noticed a few of the boys roll their eyes or let out a heavy sigh, knowing exactly where this was headed with all the parents starting to poke fun at them. Diego gave you and Alexia a serious look as if to say, ‘don’t even think about it’.
The first mom decided to keep up the teasing, “Are you too afraid that your parents will embarrass you if you get seen out with us now?” At this point all the parents were starting to chuckle and chime in with their own quips while your kids all wished they could disappear from their parents’ jokes.
“Hey I’m cool, I know all the latest teen things like- that game was so slay of you guys, dude,” the son of the dad who said this one immediately turned bright red, cowering with embarrassment, as more parents continued on.
You smirked looking at Alexia, knowing that she was likely coming up with something in her head. She couldn’t let this opportunity to tease your guys’ son go to waste. Diego seemed to notice your shared look with her as he started to shake his head slightly, almost as if to will her to stop whatever she was thinking. You all knew this would do him no good, as you both loved taking advantage of any moment to be typical embarrassing moms.
Finally she spoke up, contributing to the conversation, “Hey, if I’m so uncool, could I do this?” and then she started doing the one thing your son never expected to see her do- the griddy. You clasped your hand over your mouth trying to muffle your laughs as you watched your son blush harder than you knew possible. When Alexia was done you just put your arm around her shoulders as the two of you attempted to stop your giggles.
Luckily for your kids, that seemed to be the end of the teasing because no other parents were able to top that one. You all gave your kids some ice cream money, instructing them to call if they needed a ride home, and parted ways to head to your cars. You and Diego had carpooled with one of his friends as you knew Alexia was hoping to make it to the game so you could ride home with her. The two of you walked hand in hand to her car, both still smiling over your afternoon together.
Once you were settled in the car, you smiled over at her as she placed her hand on your leg. “You know, we’re lucky he didn’t just shrink up and disappear right on the spot for that dancing you did back there,” you smiled at her, showing just how much her little dance had entertained you.
“He could use it,” she responded, smiling back at you, “we can’t have him getting too cocky after all those goals.” You just laughed some more as she gave your leg an endearing squeeze. The two of you drove home in a peaceful silence, more content than ever over the lives you shared.
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Eddie doesn’t post much over Parents weekend. When he does post, it’s a picture to the Official Corroded Coffin twitter account of Wayne rocking a vintage CC sweatshirt (vintage as in Eddie made it for him before the band even existed).
Overly invested fans don’t have to fret though because whereas Eddie isn’t posting, the kids are.
Every year they fill out bingo cards with Very Specific Things that they think will happen over the course of the weekend and play to see who gets bingo first. This all plays out across their TikTok accounts because the rule is: if you don’t get a video, it didn’t happen (the rule was made after the cheating scandal of 2016).
The game is always centered around whoever is hosting so this round is Steddie-centric. So, no one makes it obvious that Steve’s mom clearly didn’t show up, but if you’re invested enough in his mama drama than you’d pick up on everybody’s effort to keep him engaged enough that he doesn’t really have to think about it.
(1) The first to get a piece on the board are El, Mike, and Lucas. They manage to catch on video Claudia Henderson fully lifting Steve off his feet when she hugs him. You get three different angles of Dustin next to them with the most ‘are you shitting me?’ look on his face because she hugged Steve first. This is a staple of these events. It happens every time. Everybody had it on their bingo cards but the others didn’t get it on camera.
(2) Will has ‘Karen says something that would’ve gotten Steve’s neighbor burned at the stake’ on his card. He posts a TikTok of Karen referring to Steve and Eddie’s salt and pepper shakers as ‘kitschy.’ Steve smiles and says, “I know! Eddie picked them out.”
(3) ‘Eddie stands on a table’ was banned from being on the card because it has happened at every single event ever. ‘Eddie falling off a table and being caught by Steve’ however? Very specific. Weird it happened. Lucas gets points, but also a little side eye.
(4)It’s not going to win Erica any points, but she posts a video of her mom talking to Robin about finding her a good man. Now, don’t get her wrong. Sue Sinclair’s LGBT+ ally-ship is only rivaled by Joyce Byers, but she never remembers that Robin is a lesbian and Robin is always too awkward to correct her. It’s like watching two robots have a conversation because Sue mentions that Dustin is single and Robin is just like, “And…short?”
Eddie is not in the video but you can hear his wheezy laugh next to her. Erica’s just like, “Would you use your inhaler or die somewhere else?”
(5)Dustin posts a video of Steve standing by the window, clearly lost in thought as he stares out at the road. You can see Eddie sneaking up from a distance but instead of scaring Steve, he takes him by the hand and spins him around so they’re facing one another. Dustin isn’t close enough to hear what they’re saying but you can hear him mutter ‘gross’ when Eddie presses Steve up against the window to kiss him.
Steve’s the one to pull Eddie towards the stairs going to the studio, but they don’t actually make it down them because Hopper pulls Steve away to talk to him. There’s an argument between the party in the comments of the video of if this counts as ‘Steve and Eddie sneak off to make out like teenagers in the studio’ because they don’t actually succeed in sneaking away.
(6) Every single person playing gets a video of Hopper looking at Eddie and asking if he’s on drugs. Eddie says, “I don’t doOoOo drugs, Dad. It’s just marijuana.”
Dustin gets an extra point for catching Steve’s eye roll. Eddie has repeated that phrase at least a hundred times since Dustin told him about the Russian elevator.
(7) Max and Dustin both score a point with ‘Steve and El pull a “prank” on Eddie’ and it’s just Steve very confidently claiming that he can roll a nat 20 easy-peasy just by rolling the dice in a special way. Eddie obviously calls bullshit and then Steve rolls a 20 three times in a row.
After the fourth time, Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve and then spins around until he spots El on the other side of the room and points at her like “YOU!!!” No one watching understands this video. There are fights in the comments about what the hell is even happening here.
(8) Max is the only one with ‘Eddie says ACAB’ on her card. She posts a video of her handwritten card and then pans the camera up to Eddie. They’re all sitting around a bonfire later in the evening. Steve’s practically in Eddie’s lap as Eddie says, “-exactly what I mean, ACAB! All cops are bastards!”
Steve: Not Hopper
Eddie: Especially Hopper! Are you kidding me? Do you know how much weed he stole from me?
(9) Mike catches Steve and Eddie sharing a cigarette on the front porch later that night. It’s only after someone edits the video to remove the sound of the wind that you can kinda hear Steve say ‘It’s just that this is kinda it, right? I opened the door and she slammed it in my face.’
Most of the conversation is inaudible, but Joyce catching them and taking the cigarette from them is not. Neither is her shooing them back inside and finishing the cigarette herself.
(10) The party members all end up staying the night and everybody sleeps in the living room since Hopper and Joyce have Steve and Eddie’s bedroom and Wayne has the guest room. Steve and Eddie sleep on the couch because Eddie’s back can’t handle the floor. Max and Lucas get an air mattress, and Dustin claims the other side of the couch with El since they’re the only single people there. Everybody else is on the floor
Max wins bingo with a one-two punch the following morning with Mike complaining that Steve stepped on him with his big ass sleepwalking feet and Dustin posting a picture to his Instagram of him, Claudia, and Steve with the caption “best moms a guy could have.”
#Eddie kinda waking up in the middle of the night enough to register that Steve’s not laying on top of him anymore but hears Hopper say ‘not#tonight kid’ and falls back asleep because he trusts that Hopper has it handled#meanwhile Mike is also awake because Steve stepped directly on his hand#eddie munson tiktok saga#steve harrington#eddie munson#the party
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polaroid love ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ vol.2
genre. just fluff "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა
pairing. bf!riize x fem!reader
warnings. kissing, i think thats it
currently playing. polaroid love by enhypen
author's notes. i'm a little bit whipped for anton :3
hyung line | wonbin's ver ೀ
⌗ seunghan
you're currently sitting in the living room of his apartment. seunghan is watching a movie playing on the tv screen. he had his head laying on top of your lap, and you're scrolling down on your phone while your other hand plays with his hair.
seunghan looked up, his eyes slowly darting to the photo in your phone case. he carefully removed your hand from covering the photo.
you hum at him. "why baby? something wrong?" you ask, still focusing on the phone.
"since when did you put this?" seunghan asked, a smile forming on his face. it was a picture of you and him taken on the first date at the amusement park.
it was a memorable and unforgettable moment. he recalls the moment you pulled him to step inside the photo booth when both of you completely broke that time.
"you still have it?' his voice fills up the room. you put away the phone, staring down at your boyfriend, who's got his head on your lap.
"yeah, i can remove it if you want..?"
"no! why would you think like that?" he replied, sitting up to look at you properly.
you stare at him, watching him slowly come closer, cupping your face in his hands. "i..i thought you wanted me to remove it.."
"of course it's not like that, love, i just, you're cute for that," he said, squishing your face just for you to look like a pufferfish </3. "also, i just noticed it when it's already been a year." he continued, giggling at your cuteness before placing kisses all over your face.
“don’t” kiss. “remove” kiss. “it” kiss. “yeah?”
⌗ sohee
"baby!! we should do this" sohee said excitedly. he jumped beside you on the couch. showing the tiktok's video he had found on one of the videos passed on his for you page.
it was a wallet trend. which they show their significant other's picture in their wallet. you turned to your boyfriend. "but i don't have your picture in my wallet.."
"i have yours in mine!" he stood up from the couch, running to his room. you watched how he stumbled on his way to the room.
later, he comes back with his wallet and the idiotic smile on his face that you love so much.
"look!" he said, showing your picture in his wallet. "sohee.."
"w-why? you don't want to do it? it's okay i-if you don't want to--"
you cut him, giving him a kiss on the lips. "no hee, you had it all the time!"
"what? this photo?" he asks, blushing at your sudden move. it was a missing photo of you and sohee as children that you've been searching for a long time.
"so you are the stealer" sohee stared at you, smiling sheepishly. "it's not my fault, your mom gave me this!"
you chuckle, remembering how supportive your mom is of your relationship with him. "so you wanna do the trend or not?"
⌗ anton
“do you want one?” anton asks, glancing at you before looking back at the woman. you and anton are on a date. right now, you and him are walking around the park, heading to the nearest cafe.
you stopped at one of the sakura trees and found a woman taking people's pictures for free.
“no, do you want one?” you looked at your boyfriend, raising your eyebrow at him.
anton chuckles. “how did you know that?” he looks at you, amused.
“you’ve been glancing at her and me from the first moment we stepped here, chan." you shake your head at your boyfriend's antics.
"can we?" anton pouted, placing his head on your shoulder while you looked at the photos of the scenery.
you looked at him over your shoulder. "go ask her" you said teasingly. you knew he wasn't the best at talking to people, especially strangers.
"you're kidding," he says, looking at you in disbelief. "nope, i wasn't"
"come one!" he whined, shaking you back and forth. to your luck, he was interrupted by the photographer itself.
"hello, young lady, i'm taking pictures of people for free, and i think both of you are a very cute couple," she said, holding her camera while directing her gaze at anton and back to you. "so i'm thinking of taking a picture of both of you, can i?"
you smiled politely at the woman. "of course, we would love to!"
after the picture was taken, she handed you the picture. "i'm so sorry, it's a bit blurry," she said, bowing down apologetically. you noticed how many people lined up waiting for the woman to take their picture.
"i can take another if you want," she said, staring at both of you. "oh no, it's okay, i think other people need it more and," you wave your hands, reassuring her that it's okay. "and also thank you"
she smiled before walking away. you look at the picture. it was a little blurry, but it's still pleasing. "it is a little blurry.." you mumble.
anton stares at the photo. "who cares? you still look pretty" he said, walking away, leaving you in a blushing state.
© CALLANTON 2024. all right reserved. please don't copy or steal any of my work/post! ૮ ˶•~•˶ ა
#riize fluff#riize scenarios#riize x reader#riize#riize imagines#riize fanfic#riize headcanons#riize anton#riize seunghan#riize sohee#riize soft hours#riize drabbles#anton x reader#sohee x reader#seunghan x reader#callanton's works ₊˚⊹ ʚɞ
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a scenario: where tsumikis schoolmate says shes going to have a little brother, and then she hints at the reader and gojo like "those baby clothes are cute" or "that baby is so cute" and gojo and reader are like this😐😐🤔
A/N: this was ADORABLE I just had to write headcanons oh my GOD.
• Tsumiki comes home from school one day and she’s acting… cagey. No cagey isn’t right. She’s being suspicious either way.
• She tells you that she and Megumi are going to stay at Aunty Koko’s this Saturday night, and you don’t remember planning a sleepover for them? Did you forget?
• She ensures you that you didn’t, she just wants to and then she’s telling Gojo that he should take you to dinner on Saturday night. He blinks owlishly and glances at you, to which you shrug – you’ve no idea where this weird behaviour is coming from. But she’s 13, and kids that age are weird.
• Satoru does as suggested and you both have a lovely evening and dinner then you return home to be ploughed right into the mattress – the perfect evening.
• Things continue as normal for a few days after that, then Tsumiki is sitting beside you as you both get your nails done and she keeps showing you videos on her phone of sweet babies – tiny little things – even one dressed as a little bear. You giggle and coo at them with her, not even thinking twice about them, little girls love cute things – and what’s cuter than a sweet, pudgy baby?
• A few days later, she dragged a box from the loft and it was full of you and Satoru’s baby photos – a tiny blu-eyed, white haired boy in professional photos and ones of baby you sitting in a field of flowers taken on a film camera by your mom, she keeps handing Satoru the photos of you and you the ones of him.
• She calls you in one day to her room, saying she needs help with her science homework – and shows you a notebook you know isn’t her school one filled with 4x4 boxes she’s drawn out. She explains it’s about genetics and can predict the genes of a baby.
• “So let’s use you and papa as our experiment!”
• She proceeds to explain to you (weren’t you helping her) what you and Satoru’s offspring might look like.
• By now you’re catching on.
• That night you and Satoru are laying in bed, and you fill him in on your theories about her antics lately.
• “So she wants a baby sibling? Isn’t Megs enough for her?” He laughs.
• “No, she wants a real child, not one who acts like a 70-year-old man.”
• “What about you?”
• “Do I want a sibling? No – my brothers enough for me thank you ‘toru.”
• “No, dumbass. Do you want a baby?”
• “With you?”
• “No with Nanamin – yes with me!”
• “You know I do, silly man. I thought we said we’d wait until my IUD was out. I’ve only 2 years left until I get it out. Then we could just, continue as we are and see what happens?”
• “That’s a perfect idea – think we should get some practice in though, so we can get it right.”
• The next incident came when she was watching you get ready one morning, putting on your make up.
• “Mama, where do you keep your pill?”
• “I don’t take the pill, ‘Miki. I have an IUD.”
• “The the inside one, right?” She asks, slightly crestfallen.
• As you were shopping that day, the boys off somewhere – you took Tsumiki to the clothes stores with you. She snuck up to you, and handed you a little bundle of yellow fabric. It was a tiny newborn sized Winnie the Pooh onesie.
• “This might be a bit small for you, ‘Miki.” You joked.
• “Not for me! I just thought I’d show you! Isn’t it adorable?” Then she passes you tiny green socks and a red and white mushroom design sun cap for babies.
• “You trying to tell me something, sweet girl?” You smile at her, one brow raised.
• She blushes, knowing she’s been caught. Her subtle tricks hadn’t been that subtle.
• “Hana in my class, her baby sister was just born and he’s so cute! I was just thinking, that maybe I could have one too?”
• You giggle at her.
• “Is this what’s been going on? The impromptu date night? The videos of babies? The questions about my IUD?”. She nods at you.
• “Would you be happy to wait 2 years? Because we’d love to give you another little sibling – you’re such a good big sister already. I promise we can go shopping in every baby store then, okay?” You say, planting a kiss on her head.
• She seems placated by that, starting to ask you what you’d name them when the time comes.
• Akio really would have loved her.
#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#anime#family formations extras#dad!gojo#family formations headcanons
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Sweets for the Sweetest
Kento makes dessert for dinner with your family and for you as well.
Word Count: 500
I actually want to make the cake mentioned in this story. Here's the recipe for anyone interested! @luneariaa another one down, two more to go. Oh... three.. I forgot one.
It was like any other evening with Kento by your side working on dinner as you did whatever small task he gave you. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, he made sure to take on most (if not all) of the tasks. Although, he still had a hard time resisting you when you offered to help; so, that's how you ended up cutting herbs for the entree.
"How was lunch with your mom?"
"You should've seen her. She kept showing me screenshots of things she saw for the baby."
A smile spread across his face as he washed his hands.
"It was good though! She wants to have a family dinner on Sunday."
"What should we bring? I've had my eye on this new recipe. Maybe, I'll try that."
His smile faded when he noticed you crying.
"What's wrong?" he rested his hand on your shoulder.
"Nothing. It's just so sweet and wholesome." you wiped your eyes "and endearing."
Kento's eyes softened at the sight of you tearing up over something so simple. The feeling of his hand rubbing your back caused more tears.
"Can you make the lemon cake with the blueberries?" your voice became tense and ragged as you started to cry fully.
Without hesitation, he embraced you with open arms.
"I'll make you your own. How's that?" he continued to rub your back "Just for you. Well, the two of you."
He planted a kiss on the top of your head then caressed the side of your belly, smiling to himself. Your cries continued, swelling into a mix of gratitude and adoration which only he could make out nowadays. You uttered a "thank you" against your husband's tear-stained shirt.
That sweet, tart familiar scent drew you into the kitchen. You walked in grinning from ear to ear, "Is that?"
Kento nodded as he placed the piping hot lemon blueberry quark cake onto the platter. When he moved to take off the oven mitts, you saw the delicacy in all its glory, along with its twin.
"You made two?!" your voice waivered as you approached him with a pout and tears in your eyes.
Instinctively, he held you in his arms as you released a torment of tears. His hands gave you a gentle squeeze as you sobbed at his gesture. "One for the family dinner and another just for you."
You two spent the past hour watching funny videos and chipping away at the cake he reserved for home. He was in the middle of talking when he looked over and noticed you were asleep with a few crumbs sitting on top of your belly. His fingertips collected them carefully. You'll have your own soon enough, he thought to himself. In the dim light of the room, he saw a small bump appear then vanish. A soft laugh left the dad-in-waiting as he placed his hand over that very spot.
"Soon enough, little one. Just a few more months."
Kento felt something push against his hand and the corners of his eyes filled with tears.
— Author's Note — Aw, imagine him making this as a birthday cake for your kid. This cake is supposed to be from the Danish culture -- I say supposed to be because sometimes the internet isn't right haha. Anyway, you'd both make it a point for your kid to be aware of their cultural background so I can see this cake having a lot of meaning.
— P.S. — He ocassionally tears up when making this cake because he remembers when he felt the baby cake after plucking the crumbs off your belly.
#divider by pommecita#madebyjade#nanami kento#jjk nanami#jjk#jujutsu kaisen nanami#kento nanami#jujustu kaisen#nanami headcanons#nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#kento x reader#jjk kento#nanami kento fluff#nanami fluff#dad!nanami#dad nanami
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Rise tmnt request; platonic hc of mom figure female reader who's taking care of her teenage turtle kids; how she's enjoying cooking with mikey and attend his dr. Feelings sessions, how she sew for raph many dolls and teddy bears with different colors (she hate ghost bear for hurting her baby), how she used to put donnie and leo in get together shirts whenever they start chaos.
But her favorite activity; gathering embarrassing pictures, videos of the turtles's childhood and show it to everyone, like if she ever were kidnapped by big mama they would spend a lovely time talking about the turtles when they were kids (the mad dogs try to save their mom faster before their secrets get exposed😂)
Mother Dearest ⭐️ Rise!Turtles HCs
A/N: *throws unlimited affection at you* How in the world did you manage to give me so many heart clenching, tooth aching, fluff filled requests?? Please take my hand in platonic marriage, we do not deserve you. I almost enjoy these parental requests as much as I enjoy angst. Almost.
Pairing(s): Mother Figure!Reader & Turtles
Warning(s): FLUFF, may make you cry from wholesomeness
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The boys are, well, your boys. You don't make the rules. The turtles are your babies.
Do you spoil them? Yes. Will you ever stop spoiling them? Of course not.
You do everything in your power to keep your kids happy, no matter the cost, even if it's the tiniest of things that make their faces light up like fireworks.
Mikey, oh sweet baby angel, you could never say no to him, why would you even consider that in the first place?
You and him make the most mouth watering dishes the universe has ever seen, and you always give the credit to Mikey despite how he tries to wave it off and reflect it back towards you.
When the two of you are in the kitchen, it's like watching art come to life. When one of the other boys enter the room, they sometimes have to stop and gaze in amazement at the two of you, hypnotised by the way you both work so effortlessly around each other.
You always try and give Mikey little tips to push his dishes towards perfection, and he always does the same to you when you find yourself making something you haven't even heard of before.
You and Mikey are the dream team when it comes to the kitchen, no one could even compare.
Watching his face turn darker from your praises as you all dig into his meals, it just makes you so giddy to see him so happy.
When it comes around to it, you definitely attend his Dr Feelings sessions! You're there to listen and take in whatever your youngest son has to offer, your face serious the whole time he reads through his clipboard or points towards the projectors screen.
Raph was also one of the most spoilt of the four, though you tried to make sure to evenly give the others gifts.
After many nights of learning how to sew and stitch (while getting many pricks and pokes at the same time) you had learnt how to craft the most adorable plushies, dolls and teddy bears Raph had ever seen.
Or maybe it was the thought behind them that made him love them more than any other plushies he had. He would just guess it was both.
The first time you had rushed into the lair with a plastic bag swinging at your side, Raph had thrown you so many worried questions. "What happened? What's in the bag? Did Donnie make you steal from the museum again-?"
Like I said, you'd do anything to make your boys happy.
When you tore open the bag to show him your hard work, he gasped so loudly, tiny stars in his eyes.
He couldn't pick a favourite! Of course the red bear was one of them, with it having a red bandana around its neck and tiny roses dotted around its body, the blue one was also adorable-oh, the yellow one too- a pink one?
The more he looked around in the bag, the more colours he saw.
And then he caught a glance at your bandaid covered hands, which instantly activated his own 'mother bear' instincts. heh.
"You didn't have to make me anything, you hurt yourself doin' it!"
"Raph, sweetie, I'm fine! The look on your face was enough to heal any injury."
He melts, which makes you melt.
You helped him organise his room, placing the plushies on his bed, making sure each one got enough love and care. You didn't want any of them feeling left out!
And oh, don't even get started on Ghost Bear. You hear one mention of him and you're shaking your head, biting your tongue from cursing him out for even thinking of hurting your baby boy.
"That guy has no right being idolised by the great Raphael! If I ever get my hands on that no good-"
Mikey has to drag you away after that, hand covering your mouth to prevent some not very nice words from slipping out.
You knew how much Donnie needed to hear any sort of praises from a parental figure, and you were there to give it and more. He was desperate, and you didn't blame him.
You spend a lot of your free time in his lab, even when he has his music blaring loudly. You got use to it after so long.
He doesn't say it, but he really enjoys your presence. You two don't have to speak, all he needs to know is that you're there for him while he tinkers away.
He shows you something new and most likely dangerous?
"Holy cow, that's amazing! You're amazing! How did you even make that?"
Cue him flapping his hands around wildly before diving into a deep explanation about it that you don't understand at all, but you nod along and smile as he talks away.
You also offer to help collect materials with him! Bonding! He never turns you down, even when he's in a bad mood thanks to Leo's pestering.
You let him get his frustration out to you, happy to listen to him rant and just be that shoulder for him. If he wants you to give him advice or feedback, you will. But most of the time you let him just get everything out in the air.
Talking about Leo, hoo boy.
Chaos. Always chaos.
There's rarely a time to relax around that boy, he is such a handful.
"Leo, leave Donnie alone before he pulls out a flamethrower or something."
"Leo! How can you make the most fanciest looking sandwiches I've ever seen, but manage to burn toast? And why is the toaster on fire?!"
"Did you take Raph's shark bear? I'm going to count to three and it better be back on his bed before I stop counting. One- Good. That's what I thought. I'll make you one too, just ask next time."
When you do get the rare moments of peace, it's blissful and strange at the same time.
Sitting down reading together, whether it's him reading a comic and you a novel. Playing video games with him teaching you some neat and secret tricks, or him even showing you around the Hidden City.
You meeting Hueso was the worst thing to ever happen to Leo. Now he has to deal with the teasing of not only one parental figure, but two? At the same time? He has many regrets. At least you two end up getting along well.
When Leo and Donnie decide to have their daily argument? Into the Get Together shirt they go!
"Wha- No! I demand that I be set free! Being close to this moron is a fate worse than death!"
GASP! "How could you say that, dear brother? I was about to say the same thing!"
"You two continue like this and you'll stay together for a lot longer."
"Yes, mom."
"Yes, mother."
When it eventually gets out to the world that you're very dear to the turtles, you weren't surprised that an enemy of theirs would decide to use you as bait.
Thankfully, Big Mama was pleasantly fun to be around. When you told her about your boys, she instantly released you from her webs and beckoned you to come closer.
When the boys come bursting through the doors, they instantly crumble to the floor in horror. They were too late.
"Oh, hey sweeties!" You wave towards their tearful faces, your phone out and facing you and Big Mama, a picture of the four when they were younger and taking a bath was currently on display. It was only one of the many you had shown the spider Yokai who giggles at the cuteness.
"We're too late! We've failed!" Mikey sobs on the floor, clutching his face out of pure embarrassment.
"Please tell me you didn't show her-"
You cut off Donnie with a large grin, "The video of you guys pretending to be mermaids? I did."
"NO!"
This was not the first time those pictures and videos have been shown to someone, and it will not be the last. You make it your last mission to show off your boys to anyone and everyone.
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Part Nine of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!!!!!!!!! Part One. Part Eight. AO3 Link.
It’s been a week since Eddie has been to Family Video, and he isn’t any closer to figuring out how to live his life without Steve. Instead, he’s figuring out how to avoid Steve which also means trying to avoid Dustin and the other kids so no one tries to interfere with things. Wayne has been giving him space while also being persistent that he eats and gets out every once in a while.
And Eddie... he’s actually written a few songs. Not for Corroded Coffin because they’re the slowest, most depressing music that he would never want another soul – and especially his bandmates – to hear, but they’re just for him to try to make something out of what he’s feeling. But this also means that he just kind of wallows.
There’s a knock on the trailer door and Eddie waits a minute, hoping that they’ll just go away. But then the knocking gets really persistent, so Eddie gets out of bed and flings the door open.
“Red?”
Max stands on the other side of the door, walkie in hand. “We need a ride,” she says.
Eddie crosses his arms. “Who?”
“The whole party. We’re having a movie night tonight at Steve’s, but we need to get a movie from Family Video. You’re invited too by the way.”
Eddie can feel a look of panic settle over his face that Max catches immediately. “What?”
He takes a moment to debate how detrimental it would be to turn down the ride, but he knows that would only have Max trying to pry the truth out of him. If he accepts the ride, he can just make some lame excuse about not wanting to go inside, and maybe the kids won’t notice.
“Nothing, I just have something to do so you guys need to be quick. And I won’t be able to make it tonight,” Eddie says, hoping that’s enough to keep Max from sensing something’s wrong.
Max looks at him for a moment, and Eddie prepares to be interrogated until she holds up her walkie and says, “Eddie said yes.”
“Any excuse to see Steve, I swear,” comes Dustin’s answering response.
Eddie holds out his hand to Max who hands over the walkie. “You realize I can hear you, right?” Eddie asks.
There’s no response which Eddie interprets as Dustin likely swearing in his room. Eddie grabs his keys off the counter and feels very thankful that he had decided to shower and put on clean clothes that morning as he climbs into his van. Time to make a few stops.
Once everyone is in the van, Eddie tries to not participate at all in the conversation, hoping that they won’t bring up-
“So, Eddie, how’s the admirer stuff going?” Mike of all people pipes up.
Shit shit shit. Eddie sits in the anticipatory silence and decides he needs to come clean. “It’s not happening anymore.”
The car erupts, but mainly everyone is asking, “So, you’re dating now?”
Eddie scoffs, “No, actually, Steve isn’t really talking to me right now.”
“That’s why Steve has been so upset because Mom and Dad are fighting,” Dustin jokes, but Lucas ends up hitting him on the arm and shaking his head.
“More like Mom divorced Dad,” Eddie says. The car goes silent.
Will ends up speaking up, “So, what happened?”
Eddie figures that he might as well tell them. “Robin and I set him up with a random girl who pretended to be the admirer, and Steve found out it was all a lie and that everyone except him knew about it. So be careful today, he might be mad at you all, too.”
In the rearview mirror, Eddie sees Max shaking her head before she starts whispering to El. Luckily, she doesn’t voice her thoughts out loud.
The rest of the drive is short but filled with awkward fleeting silence as they try and fail to start a new conversation. Seems like everyone is anticipating their impending doom: a Steve Harrington lecture.
Eddie pulls into the parking lot of Family Video which is strangely empty beside Steve’s car. One of these days, Eddie will show up on Steve’s day off. “Have fun,” Eddie says as they start climbing out of his van.
When the final door closes, Eddie nearly slumps in relief before his driver-side door opens up. Max and El stand next to his door with matching intense looks of determination. “You’re coming with us, and if you don’t go willingly, El will make this very hard for you,” Max says with her arms crossed and eyebrows slightly raised.
Being threatened with superpowers was definitely not something Eddie had factored in when bringing them there, but there's no way he's getting out of this. “Okay, okay,” Eddie says and climbs out of the van. His legs are shaking and his heart is already pounding. He hopes Steve is on his break.
When he walks through the door and glances around, he nearly jumps for joy as he sees that Steve really might actually be on his break because he’s nowhere in sight. There’s only Robin who looks highly concerned. “What are you doing here?” she asks lowly then glances toward the backroom where Steve must be.
“I’m being held here against my will,” Eddie says and cocks his head towards El.
Robin crosses her arms and gives El a look. “Okay, you may think you’re helping, but Steve just started talking and even joking with me again and somewhat started to pretend things are normal between us. And I’ve been apologizing for weeks now. I have no idea what he’s going to do if he sees all of us here at once.”
It’s a fair point. Eddie turns to El and nods, “I absolutely agree, and I’m pretty sure I’m the last person he wants to see. So, I’m going to head back to the van, and I’ll see you guys soon.”
Eddie turns to leave, but his feet don’t move. What the hell? He tries to pick them up but it’s like he’s stuck in cement or something. He looks at El who has a thin trail of blood running down from her nose. “El, seriously let me go.”
There’s a bit of commotion as Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike realize what’s happening and start telling her to cut it out. Max argues with them and tells them it’s for the best while Robin panickily tells them they need to lower their volume or Steve-
"What the hell is going on?” Steve asks as the door to the breakroom flies open. He freezes as he makes eye contact with Eddie.
Eddie’s heart seems to stop beating. This is the moment he’s been simultaneously dreading and looking forward to.
Steve looks... rough. Well, nothing compared to his usual bright self that Eddie had gotten so accustomed to. The lines between his eyebrows are more creased than usual, there’s a tenseness to his whole body but it seems especially concentrated in his shoulders, and the weird thing that really gets Eddie is that his hair looks... flat.
He’s still gorgeous, and no matter what he does, he always will be. But he also looks like he’s stopped taking care of himself as much as he used to. Eddie knows he doesn’t look any better – actually, he most definitely looks worse.
“What are you doing here?” Steve asks more confused than accusatory.
Eddie tilts his head to the right. “I wasn’t going to come in, I promise. They’re kind of holding me hostage.”
Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike all start loudly explaining that it isn’t them, but Steve waves a hand through the air and they all go silent. “El, let Eddie go,” Steve says with his hands coming to his hips.
Eddie feels a weight lifted off of him and he can’t help but let his gaze linger on Steve for a moment. Steve nods at him with his lips in a tight line. Eddie turns around and pushes the front door open.
At least, he would push it open, but it won’t budge. He curses under his breath and tries the other one which also won’t budge. He turns back to El who looks away as if she didn’t do anything.
“Okay, what do you want?” Eddie asks.
“For this all to be over,” Max answers instead of El.
Steve shakes his head and lets out a humorless laugh.
“You know what,” Max says, “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Sure, yes, everyone knew about the plan. But the thing is, we all knew that Eddie was in love with Steve, right?”
The rest of the party and even Robin nod hesitantly. “And I don’t know about anyone else, but I thought it was all an elaborate way for Eddie to finally confess his feelings to Steve.”
“Yeah, I mean, I thought that was pretty obvious,” Lucas comments and holds his hands up when Eddie shoots him a look.
Steve crosses his arms and says, “No, it was a way to get me to shut up about my dating life. Plus, isn’t your whole thing ‘friends don’t lie?’”
The Party all look at each other guiltily, but Will is the one who manages to say, “What about the whole thing with Dustin’s leg?”
“The what?” Dustin asks.
“Oh yeah,” Lucas says with a smile, “You were complaining about how horrible your broken leg was all the time. Then, when I hurt my ankle, we kind of played up how badly I had hurt it. And you suddenly got all brave and stopped complaining and even showed me some exercises to help it get better.”
Dustin looks at everyone and points at them. “You all knew this?!”
Eddie glances around as everyone, including Steve, starts to nod. Somehow, Eddie had missed this.
“But, after that, you stopped complaining and your leg started to actually heal a lot faster. You even started to talk about things other than your leg for once, and it felt like we got the real Dustin back,” Mike says. “But sorry man, we were only trying to help.”
Everyone chimes in to apologize, but Dustin cuts them off, “I’m going to be pissed for a while, but I will admit that it was nice to pretend to be better than Lucas for a bit. Plus... my leg did heal faster – even the doctor was surprised.”
“Yeah, compare faking a love interest to healing a broken leg,” Eddie mutters.
“If you think about it, it’s kind of the same,” El says. Eddie gives her a look before she continues, “Dustin broke his leg, and even though we faked the intensity of Lucas’s injury, the injury was still real. It even resulted in Dustin’s leg getting better. For Steve, he had a broken... heart or ego, and although the love interest was fake, Eddie’s love for Steve was not fake, and that’s why I don’t understand why Steve’s heart is not healed.”
“That was really good El,” Will whispers to her encouragingly, and she smiles back at him.
“His heart isn’t healed because we all lied to him, and I didn’t start off this fake thing to win him over or whatever. I didn’t even have feelings for him when it started,” Eddie admits although the truth is painful.
“Bullshit,” Dustin says.
“Language,” Steve quietly warns him.
“No, I also call bullshit,” Robin agrees.
Then, several people speak up about how it’s all bullshit, and Eddie remembers what that word means to Steve and sees him quickly break. “It’s bullshit that I had feelings for him before the secret admirer bullshit, and then I fell in love with him when he was faking it all because you guys didn’t want to hear me rant to you. Did you not realize you could’ve just talked to me? You could have said, ‘Steve, we love you, but please shut up about your love life.’ And I would’ve listened. But instead, you went on an elaborate scheme to trick me, and I had to embarrass myself in the process because everyone knew. And then you set me up on a fake date with some stranger who I didn’t get along with at all because you thought I would be stupid enough to believe that I would think she was the admirer and for some reason I would instantly fall for her.”
Fell in love? Feelings before? Eddie glances toward Steve who is flushed red, hands on his hips, looking at everyone except him. Without the stupid admirer plot, he could’ve ended up with Steve and never hurt him. If he would’ve just talked to him…If any of them would have just talked to him.
A silence falls over the group, and Eddie takes a moment to sit in it. It really was always that simple.
It feels like Eddie’s heart is breaking all over again as he mourns what could’ve been.
“You could’ve just talked to me, too,” Dustin says and his friends glare at him. “What? While we’re all getting the truth out, I thought I’d mention it.”
“Ok,” Max begins, with her eyebrows furrowed as if she’s making everything up as she goes, “We did a really bad thing. To both of you. And we’re all really sorry. Right?”
Everyone mumbles apologies to Dustin and Steve, and Steve even says one to Dustin. Max continues, “But we’ve been through too much to have this be the thing that tears us apart. I mean, Eddie almost died. And I thought you barely knew him, Steve, but you were almost as much of a wreck as Dustin.”
“It’s true,” Robin chimes in, “I had to make you eat and pry you out of that hospital room.”
Steve shoots Robin a warning look which makes Eddie realize that they’re telling the truth.
“And when Eddie woke up, the first thing he asked after he saw me and Wayne was where Steve was,” Dustin adds.
Eddie racks his brain for the memory but comes up blank. “I don’t remember that. Why didn’t anyone tell me this?”
“I asked them not to say anything about my pre-wake-up visits,” Steve admits looking right at Eddie. “But no one told me about what you said.”
The kids glance around guiltily again, and El blurts out, “We took bets on when you two would figure it out.”
The kids all groan and shriek while Max defends her and yells, “Friends don’t lie!” which shuts everyone up.
Eddie takes a moment to sit in the feeling of everyone lying to him as well plus the sudden information that explains why he and Steve were all the sudden very buddy-buddy after his hospital stay – not that he minded of course. But somehow, they had both fallen for each other during their brief time together and Eddie’s short comatose state seemed to enhance that. But for some reason, Eddie had just refused to accept his growing crush on Steve until this admirer shit.
“Anything else anyone would like to admit?” Steve asks sounding like he’s holding back a fit of anger. Everyone looks around and then starts shaking their head, but Eddie’s gaze remains away from Steve. “Then let’s just move on from this like we always do,” Steve says and heads towards the back room.
Eddie looks down at the ring he’s fidgeting with on his finger. Steve’s ring. He slides it off. “Wait.”
Steve stops in his tracks and hesitantly turns around.
Carefully, Eddie makes his way toward Steve and holds out the ring to him.
“Holy shit, are you proposing?” Dustin yells.
Eddie shoots him a look while Steve warns language. “No, it’s a peace offering,” Eddie admits then looks to Steve. “Doesn’t mean you’re suddenly not mad or that you’re forgiving me. Just lets me know that eventually, we might be okay.”
Steve looks at the ring and then at Eddie. Slowly, he makes his way over, reaches out, and slips it on.
Eddie takes a moment to look at the image of him still holding the ring which is now around Steve’s ring finger. It looks so distinctly right that it sends a shiver down his spine. He slowly glances up to Steve who stares back at him with what looks like a million things he’s trying to say in his gaze. Eddie’s about to apologize all over again and beg for a second chance when-
“Thank god that’s over. Steve, can we have a movie night tonight at your place?” Dustin asks. Eddie shoots him another look of disbelief. That little shit.
“You didn’t ask him already?” Mike shrieks while Lucas and Will simultaneously facepalm.
Max and El start to lecture him when Steve reluctantly takes his hand back and whispers, "You should leave now before I give them all the worst talk they’ve ever received.” Eddie smiles at him and Steve gives him a small smile in return that makes it feel like a bit of weight has been lifted off of Eddie’s shoulders.
He’s able to sneak out just as Steve says, “Alright, listen up...”
Eddie waits in his van for a concerning amount of time, but he takes it to acknowledge that he isn’t yet forgiven but maybe he’s a few steps closer to not losing Steve for good. But mostly he hopes that maybe one day Steve won’t feel so hurt.
The doors to Family Video open revealing the guiltiest group of teens that Eddie has ever seen. They all file into the car and Eddie can’t help but tease, “I’m guessing no movie tonight?”
He gets a few glares in return, but El says, “He said maybe Friday,” which seems to bring some joy back to her.
Eddie smiles. He knows that Steve will forever be a sucker to those kids, but maybe they’ve learned a few things for now. Only time will tell.
Part Ten
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My Supernatural Journey I guess
I actually did go into spn fully expecting to ship Destiel. I came into SPN after watching Merlin, and I had often seen Merthur (my beloved) and Destiel likened together. I barely knew anything about Sam. I only found out that Sam existed because I saw that he was being shipped with his brother on the Ao3 ships polls last year. I didn't know if Sam was important or not because I hadn't seen much content about him. So I ended up calling him the hippie brother mentally.
The only things I thought I knew about Supernatural was that it had some religious stuff in it, Destiel was canon apparently, there were demons and stuff, and John really hated. My impression on Spn was this horror show that was featured this really tough macho dudes but the show was supposedly kind of gay??
I also followed this one person way back for discussing this one video game. They were an ex-supernatural fan way back but left because they found discourse surrounding destiel to be to exhausting. They also used to be a big Sam fan and shipped wincest. I like found the latter to be like really weird back then but man the tides have turned.
So I turned on the Spn pilot with my mom in the same room one day out of sheer boredom. Back then I was still considering Spn as that tumblr show. And then the rest was history, and I lost countless hours of my life obsessing over the show.
So first of all, I only saw one brief glance at Sam before voting for merthur in the wincest vs merthur poll (I'd have probably voted for wincest now lol) so I didn't really know who he was. To me initially he just looked like the 2nd big, gruff dude with long hair. And then I found out that the sweetest looking boy with the floppiest bangs was that guy, Sam.
Also I thought Dean was the younger brother for some reason before watching the show (Probably because Jackles just doesn't age lol). So I was really surprised to see that the little kid in the opening scene was Dean and that the baby was Sam. Oh and I was totally predicting that John died actually in the opening scene and that something else was pretending to be their father lol.
I think I fell in love with the show right away. There was just something really believable and palpable about the brother's estrangement and relationship from the start and I just wanted to see how it developed. S1 is just filled with great horror episodes, and I started watching around October so it was just perfect timing.
So Things that Ended Up Suprising Me the Most/Other Things
I actually ended up really liking John in s1. JDM was just stellar in his all scenes and brought an emotional and sincere side to John. He's tough for sure but he doesn't hide his feelings about his boys. Like you can see the tears in his eyes when they reunite. Also his speech about how he wants Sam and Dean to have normal lives and how he's tired and so broken up after seeing all his friends being killed by meg never fails to hit hard. Do I think John was a good father. No. But he did care about his boys truly. And while I do understand Fandom's widespread dislike of John it is disheartening to see him reduced to this unfeeling caricature. John's problem wasn't that he felt too little; it was that he felt to much and he never really properly managed it and it ended up hurting the his boys.
I thought Meg and Sam would maybe end up being a thing and was like :(((( (because I just liked the bros being by themselves even though I wasn't a wincest shipper at the time lol) but I was also like go Sam if thats what you want ig? Lmao Idk I just wanted Sam to be happy even back then. Anyways thank god that never happened.
Me falling in love with Sam.
Dean. I always saw a lot about him but never found myself to interested in him as all I saw was Destiel content with him. But I ended up falling in love with his character so hard in Devil's trap. When he begs John not to kill him :(((((((((. I think Devil's trap is one of my favorite episodes for Dean. It's when I started to understand him and his loyalty to his family really touched me.
1x22 was also the episode that convinced me SPN was going to be a insane show. Like what a season finale. I feel so bad for the fans who had to wait to watch s2. I actually jumped up and said it ends like that?! The car scared me so bad.
Around s2 I set my foot in the wincest fandom. Back then I thought you guys were scary but in a good way. But I was also getting really into the codependency at the time so I found myself starting to seek wincest out because well you guys just get it. And then Dean sold his soul for Sam and I looked up wincest fic for the first time with the intent to read fic about wincest. Before it was reading wincest fic despite the wincest and then well all hell blew loose (sorry I just had to).
First wincest fic I read: half the man i used to be by dollylux. I wasn't exactly a wincest shipper then. But I thought it was fucked up and strangely fitting to Sam and Dean's relationship and fucked up lives. It was probably the fic that got me into wincest.
I had a bit of an internal rule I set for myself back then where I could only read Wincest fics that were about them being in a fucked and toxic relationship because I felt bad reading fics about an incest ship. So I guess in my mind it cancelled out because then I thought then I wasn't romanticizing the incest lol. Idgaf now. I read anything about Sam/Dean if it's good.
When You're Not Here by raziella was the 2nd wincest fic I read. I read it because it's pretty much gen but it does have some wincest leanings. It's a really good fic.
I gave up Destiel even before s4. It was around in S3 after seeing Sam slowly go insane that I realized I wanted nothing more than the two brothers together.
I just realized that even if Destiel was canon or not nothing could be as important to Dean than Sam was and vice versa for Sam.
I actually was anxious about s4 because I didn't want the show to change that much and drift from the focus on the brothers.
S4 and s5 were really difficult to go through for me. I thought they were great television but it was too painful. I felt horrible seeing what happened to the brothers and how they drifted apart.
S4 Sam hair was probably my favorite.
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Ethan Landry x Male Reader
Idk I ran out of male reader fics so I made one.
This is basically a hidden romance trope, I have never made a fan fic in my whole life
Word count: 2.7k
“Who are you talking to?” mom asked as she opened the door to my room looking up at her from my phone. “No one” I said looking back down on my phone hearing the door close when Ethan’s hand came from under the bed.
“Holy shit that was close” he said, reaching his hand to my face trying to continue our kiss that was interrupted. I could never say no to him so I leaned in and he grabbed my hand dragging me on top of him to kiss him. It was like this for the whole summer. Ethan would show up to my window and we’d make out and pass out and by the morning he'd be gone like it was a dream.
“School about to start” you said pulling away “yeah so what” he said pulling you down to kiss him, “ethan..” you said rolling on your bed you both laid there, silent just breathing “what are we Ethan” you finally said the question you’ve been dying to ask ethan since this whole make out routine started.
“What do you mean?” Ethan asked, sitting up.
“What are we, for the last two months you’ve been sneaking into my room making out with me sleeping over and you’re just suddenly gone in the morning” you confessed tears slowly filling your vision.
“God, what’s up with you gays always wanting to put a label on things” he scoffs reaching for his phone. “You’re just a hookup Jesus I have a girlfriend remember” he told you getting up you watched as he put his sweater on.
“Yeah.. I do” you grumble under your breath. You watched him open your window “hey Ethan” you spoke stopping him from going fully out of the window “what” he replied is a rough tone.
“I think we should stop doing this thing” you told him, one by one your tears go down on your face. He looked at you rolling his eyes scoffing “whatever it’s not like I cared about you” he told you leaving your window open.
Those words stuck with you this whole time you thought he’d break up with his girlfriend for you. ‘God you’re an idiot’ your family knew something happened to you. “What happened to you?” your dad asked, “nothing,” you said, watching the tv with soulless eyes.
“You sure” your dad asked, he was never the type to ask about his kids' problems just fixing them. “Yeah, dad nothing happened,” you said, reaching for more popcorn. “I don’t like being lied to by you kid” your dad said trying to get you to spill it.
“I’m serious nothing happened dad” you said reaching for your phone “you don’t come out of your bedroom as often” your dad said “I know something happened and I’m not going to stop until you tell me what it is” finally getting up you stormed out of the living “why do you wanna know about me so bad Jesus just watch your dumb show leave me alone” you yelled going up the stairs to your room.
After that interaction you left your room less spending hours on your laptop watching shows playing, video games, doing anything to not interact with your family. Your family sat on the table quietly watching you eat and you could feel their eyes on you. You looked up looking at them for the first time in five days.
“Please tell us what’s wrong with you honey” your mom asked “what would you do if you were talking to a guy who had a girlfriend” your family relieved they heard your voice “well first of all I wouldn’t” your mom started “why are you?” She asked.
You stared at your food playing with it “not anymore…” you mumbled “it’s just that I thought he’d break up with her for… me” you confessed “but he didn’t, he told me I meant nothing to him I spent this whole summer talking to him and I meant nothing to him”. You said letting the tears roll down your face.
“Get over him” your dad finally spoke after all this time “if he makes you feel like you’re nothing stop talking to him, ignore him, block him completely erase him from your life” your dad stood up putting his plate in the sink coming towards you “if he can’t treat you right today he’ll probably never treat you right” you watched as your dad sat on his designated spot on the couch.
You laid on your bed thinking about what your parents said you looked over at your phone, opening the gallery. You looked at every photo you had with Ethan sleeping on you, you sleeping on him, you playing with his hair, him playing with your hair clicking the delete button, never wanting to see him again.
You looked at his contact clicking the block button. You looked up seeing your dad at the door “we’re going back to school shopping tomorrow I’ll buy you new everything” he said before closing the door “dad” you said him peeking into the room again “I love you”, you see your dad smile “love you too kid, go to sleep” he said turning off your phone.
Your dad was the coach for the football team at your school. He always wanted a son so when the second kid came out as a boy he was so excited to teach how to play football. You remember the day you told him you liked guys. He stopped talking to you for months only communicating through your sisters.
You never thought that he’d say he loves you ever again. Here you are walking around the mall with your dad as he holds all your new clothes in his hands when you walk into a shoe store. Only to find the person who started your whole depression phase. He stood there staring at you.
“Ethan?” Your dad asked Ethan to look at your dad “hey coach” he smiled as his mom came back to him with his new pair of shoes. You watched as your dad talked to his mom, you turned around to look at the shoe wall “so.. are we ever going to talk about it” Ethan said standing next to you. “No. I don’t care what you say anymore” you said walking away from him.
When he grabbed your arm forcing you to look back at him “listen I know what I said I tried apologizing yesterday but you blocked me, so this might be the last time we talk before school starts” he told you giving you the puppy dog eyes you could never say no to. You forced yourself to look away “leave me alone you made me think you cared about me I hate you” you yanked your arm away from his grip.
“you’re not listening” he yelled when you’re dad appeared from behind you “do we have a problem here boys” he said “no coach” you watch as Ethan deflated “no dad” your dad looked at you “you like the Color blue right” he asked you nod “I saw some light blue shoes over there go check them out” he said pointing across the store.
Watching your figure leave “Ethan you have a girlfriend right” your dad asked “yes sir she’s on the cheerleading team Stacy’s her name” he said “yeah I don’t care about that” your dad remembered your story about the boy having a girlfriend. “If I hear you yelling at my son again I’ll beat the shit out of you,” your dad said, watching as you and Ethan’s mother talked.
“Also my family’s coming to your place, your mom invited us for a pool party before they cover it down for fall” your dad told him as he watched you pick out a shoe from the wall and show it to him. You watched as your dad walked away from Ethan looking away asking the employee if they had it in your size.
You don’t notice the way Ethan stood at the entrance of the store looking back at you but your dad did. After that interaction you realized your dad was silent “why are you so quiet dad” drinking your bottled soda “so Ethan” your dad finally spoke turning on the car “yeah. Him” you rolled your eyes “my second star player huh, heard he was a bedwetter” he said, slapping your leg slowly pulling out of the parking lot.
You giggled watching as the mall went farther and farther away.
You exit the car seeing the familiar sign saying ‘Woodsboro High School’ you walk the halls hearing the top alpha jock of the school Chad Meeks-Martin screaming down the hallway scaring the freshman.
You click play on your playlist hearing as the hallway noise slowly gets tuned out walking into your first day of class you sit down in the middle of the room looking at the board when someone sits next to you turning to your left to see Ethan. “You're kidding me right” you looked at him Ethan smiled at you when suddenly the smell of bed bath and body works wafted into your nose.
“Ethan I missed you” Stacy said in an annoying high tone voice “did you miss me baby” she asked giving him the worst pouty lip ever you’ve ever seen “can you move please” she said looking at you. Fully aware she was talking to you and choosing to ignore her wasn’t until she kicked your desk you talked to her.
“What’s your problem” you asked, eyeing her “I asked you to do something” you looked at her in disbelief “so?” She had a confused look “so? I’m on the cheerleading team. Listen to me” eyeing you up and down “why would I listen to you” you looked at her as if she’s an alien.
“Because you’re a nobody and i'm a somebody” she popped the gum in her face “no offense but you’re not that special in the cheerleading world you are quite literally the bottom of the pyramid” she kicked your desk harder “are you brain dead or something you stupid little bitch” she yelled at you “Stacy enough just sit in front of me” Ethan told her grabbing her pushing towards the desk in front of him.
For the whole period Ethan texted you on instagram trying to apologize for her actions to the point he ignored the whining girl in front of him sprouting out his name every 3 seconds “ugh who are you even texting it doesn’t seem like they like texting you back” she trying to grab Ethan phones.
“Ms wanderdwarf please settle down” the teacher asked. Grabbing your phone you opened instagram ‘can you just acknowledge your annoying girlfriend she’s giving everyone a headache’ you replied turning off your phone in the corner of your eye you see Ethan smile like a love sick puppy.
He never smiled like that when he was with her and she noticed this “who the hell are you texting” she yelled interrupting the class again “are you cheating on me” she started to yell louder “you know what Stacy I’m done with you. You are so fucking annoying we’re done” he told her 3 years into their relantionship everyone watched as the couple from freshman year finally broke up.
She stood there mouth wide open to the point her gum fell out of her face as she rushed out of the room she ran into the door you had to hold in a laugh that had been brewing. You watched as Ethan sat down texting again. When you felt your phone vibrate you opened the screen ‘can I tell you something’ you looked at him nodding.
When the next notification popped ‘i think I love you’ you sat there looking at the notification. It didn't take long for the news to spread across the school that they broke up. In the middle of lunch you get a text ‘it seems like it’s about to rain rush to the gym so we can run to my car after school’ your dad texted.
You and your dad get in the car as the rain hits the car hard “holy Jesus it’s coming down hard” your dad said as he exited the parking lot “also heard that Ethan broke up with his girlfriend” he sent you a smile rolling your eyes you held in a laugh.
Opening your phone looking at the text message you still haven’t replied to turning off your phone you smiled as you closed your eyes hearing the garage door open you open your eyes getting ready to take a shower before you get sick.
Not even a step outside your room after changing your mom is yelling at you to come to their room “yeah mom” you looked into the room seeing her looking through the window seeing Ethan outside in the pouring rain.
As if on time your dad comes out of their bathroom “what is it” looking as Ethan yelled something getting muffled by the rain “go to him kid” your dad tells you. Wasting no time you ran down the stair opening the front door you watched as Ethan ran towards your door “did you hear what I was yelling” he asked looking into your eyes.
You hear somebody behind you turning around to see your mom and dad “I was yelling how much I love you” Ethan said with no hesitation your mom had the biggest smile on her face “really I thought you were yelling about how you’re an idiot who’s going to get sick” you said smiling at him.
He wrapped his wet arms around you “isn’t your car getting worked done how are you here” you said “I ran from school to here” you looked at him as your mom hands him a towel “it’s an hour walk to school from here” you said watching him dry his hair. His perfect curly brunette hair.
“Now that’s something” your dad added still standing by the door you stood in front of Ethan smiling “what, do I have something on my face” he said “all the times you snuck into my room you still threw stones at my parents room” you smiled at him “I heard that” your dad said turning around “are you going to tell mom” you asked.
You dad laughed “no, I snuck into her room quite often too” you cringe at the thought of your parents “get in the shower Ethan before you get sick, my moms already making you soup” you told him you watched as he walked upstairs and towards the bathroom.
“I’m sort of concerned on how he knows our houses lay out when he hasn’t been here before” your mom added and she finished heating up the soup you and your dad chuckled “lucky guess” you told her.
While waiting in your room for Ethan you hear your dad talking to him “if you ever break his heart like you did in the summer I will break every single bone in your body do you understand” your dad threatens him “yes sir, I’m sorry I panicked in the summer I said some things I shouldn’t have” you hear him tell your dad.
Rushing back to your bed in time for Ethan to open up your door “hey” you said “so I don’t have to hide under your bed this time” Ethan replied pulling your body on top of his “I mean what I said you know, I do love you I think I’ve been more in love with you than I did with Stacy for all three years” he confessed.
“You are a corny loser” you replied kissing him “I miss you” Ethan said smiling into the kiss “you two down stairs in the living room now” your dad said getting you two running towards the living room.
“Those two aren’t allowed in a room by themselves ok” he told your mom and sisters “oh calm down it’s not like one of them can get pregnant” your mom replied handing both you and Ethan soup.
“I think your mom likes me” Ethan said watching the show on the tv “trust me she does, she loves romance anything especially the notebook, you made an amazing impression when you came to me to confess in the pouring rain” you said kissing his cheeks and leaning your head on his shoulder.
“You know she’s going to start planning our wedding by tomorrow” you said, grabbing the blanket and covering the two of you.
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BAD BUDDY'S BASEBALL MOM – ROOFTOP RUGBY WITH LUCY IN THE SKY… OR ON A BASEBALL DIAMOND?
One of the most mystifying aspects of Bad Buddy was the decision to have Pat wear the now-iconic Baseball Mom tee for the Epic Rooftop Kiss at the end of Episode 5.
It's so utterly incongruous with the drama onscreen. The scene was a pivotal moment for the narrative, with Pat's big coming out to Pran followed by the very steamy demonstration of mutual emotions, after episodes of unending turbulence around where they stood with each other. And The Kiss they delivered was so stupendous, it rocked the Internet to its very foundations.
And for that hugely important moment, Director Aof decided Pat should wear – a big woman's t-shirt more associated with loud, overzealous American moms cheering on their kids at Little League baseball? 👀
At first I thought production simply wanted something open and sporty for Pat, to contrast with Pran being all covered up (mirroring their states of mind – Pat actively seeking to confess his feelings on the rooftop, Pran all closed-off and repressed). That line of thinking was definitely behind a lot of Pat and Pran's outfits, and I assumed they just used a random tee and cut off its sleeves for this.
But in retrospect this seems altogether too blasé an approach, especially since we can see how purposeful the wardrobe decisions were throughout the rest of the series. (The Soon Vijarn Recap video for BBS Ep.5 also makes it very clear Director Aof was closely involved in wardrobe selection, choosing all the outfits for their appropriateness to the narrative – see this link here, at timestamp 23.24.)
(above) The Soon Vijarn Recap video for BBS Ep.5 timestamp 23.49
The examples of the wardrobe reflecting the characters' inner states are copious. Pran's emotional journey in the first half of BBS – learning to open up, getting his feelings returned, and falling into a relationship – was mirrored by his sartorial journey, and he went from all colorless and buttoned-up to a wardrobe filled with more relaxed, expressive and colorful outfits when out in public:
(above) Pran all buttoned-up in his early whites (Ep.2 [1I4] 1.56, Ep.3 [1I4] 12.40 and Ep.5 [1I4] 6.03)
(above) A selection of Pran's more relaxed and colorful sweaters that he wore outside later in the series (Ep.7 [3I4] 2.52, Ep.10 [3I4] 0.26, Ep.12 [3I4] 6.36 and Ep.12 [4/4] 10.14)
Loud extrovert Pat on the other hand was decked out almost from the beginning in bright prints and wacky t-shirts (with some rivaling Baseball Mom in wackiness), all the better to broadcast his outgoing character and personality:
(above) A selection of Pat's bright and wacky tops (Ep.2 [2/4] 5.03, Ep.6 [3I4] 4.37, Ep.8 [2/4] 8.30 and Ep.10 [1I4] 4.52)
The mystery deepened further when the fandom tracked down the maker of Baseball Mom – it looks like a small, possibly home-based business in the US, and the t-shirt is part of a line, one of several related tops (see this link here). It simply wasn't a random tee from some small Bangkok shop (unless the vendor had gotten it secondhand off some American tourist, and was re-selling it locally). This looks like a t-shirt that was specifically procured for the show (possibly even sourced from overseas), rendered sleeveless with low-cut armholes to echo the openness of Pat's personality, and then put on Ohm with absolute intent.
But why?
I'm convinced that there is an element of subversion about this (not the least because the t-shirt undercuts the heavy drama of the scene so drastically). @ranchthoughts has already pointed out in this write-up linked here that the feminine Mom is an allusion to the subversion of gender roles embodied by Pat's character, and I very much agree. It's also possible that this particular tee was chosen because the baseball standing in for (and thus somewhat obscuring) the letter 'O' in the word Mom kind of makes the word call out to M🤍M or MLM. (And here's an afterthought that occured to me watching Only Friends and the promo trailer for My Golden Blood – the baseball bat is also visual shorthand for the emotional violence that Pat and Pran wreak upon their relationship when each figuratively beats up on the other – and on himself too – while acting out their strange, rambunctious relationship as enemies who are secret friends and later lovers.)
But I also do think that there's still more to Baseball Mom than the above, and this particular train of thought was triggered by an Ask from @pandasmagorica about Ep.5's rooftop scene (linked here).
I now think we can piece together a reason for Baseball Mom on the rooftop, but it's only fair to signal that this wackiest of wardrobe choices is getting possibly the wackiest of explanations (and it's a doozy).
Now what @pandasmagorica's Ask triggered for me was the realization that Pat's directness on the rooftop was actually almost the complete opposite of something that he'd been doing very often, right up until Episode 5 – and that was his propensity to torment Pran with the bait-and-switch.
Time and again, Pat would reach out with the offer of something precious to Pran – a smile, a kind word, a tender moment, a suggestion of intimacy – but then quite suddenly he would subvert the situation and switch out the proffered affection with something wholly discomfiting, crushing hopeful Pran's expectations.
There are several examples:
During their childhood, Pat returned Pran's watch after Pran saved Pa from drowning (Ep.1 [4/4] 9.46), signaling the start of his friendship with the lonely little boy next door – only to impose the caveat "But…don’t talk to me in front of people. They might think we're buddies."
That (almost shirtless) bedside conversation at the end of Ep.4 (beginning at Ep.4 [4/4] 10.43), when Pat kept bombarding poor Pran with personal, leading questions, half-begged to be allowed to share his bed and cuddle, before shattering his neighbor's heart by declaring that it was Ink whom he liked romantically.
Tending to Pran’s injured shoulder at Ep.4 [3I4] 7.07, before suggesting he only wanted Pran to recover so that they could compete in rugby again;
Returning Pran’s long-lost guitar to him, then ruining the tenderness of the moment with “I just like to see your face… when you lose” (Ep.3 [4/4] 10.30).
And with Pran deep in his feelings for Pat, the constant intimations of closeness and deeper feelings, shell-gamed away at the last minute, must have been soul-crushing for our poor yearning boy. (This is also what the lyrics of Pran's theme – Just Friend? – are all about, e.g., "I can’t make sense of what you’ve done"/"Are we just friends or are we more?"/"If you don’t mean it, don’t act that way".)
No wonder Pran was trying so hard to keep a distance from the cheerful boy next door, who was always invading his personal space (after having taken over his heart). So much so that Pran on the rooftop was expecting more of the same, which explains his blunt statement "Pat, you've got to stop doing this to me. We are not a thing" in response to Pat telling him that it hurt to see the song they co-wrote in high school played with someone else.
Pran saw this as more of Pat's teasing games, but irony of ironies Pat was being totally serious this time. And yet, even on the rooftop in Ep.5, Pat did a version of the bait-and-switch one more time, but with the polarity reversed for once – he listed all the ways Pran's exile should have brought him joy, only to end with "It was so depressingly lonely for me." 😢
I think Pat learnt early on that this is what you do to your loved ones – because there's actually an example of Ming doing something similar to his son at Ep.8 [2/4] 16.12. Helping to wash Pat's car, he quietly allowed his son to natter on about his day with fibs about rugby practice, before landing a sledgehammer blow saying "When did I teach you to lie?" at Ep.8 [2/4] 16.41. This was an ambush, intended to take Pat by surprise and inflict the maximum amount of damage – and judging by Pat's despondent moping after, Ming certainly succeeded.
But it's not only Pat doing this to Pran, or Ming doing this to Pat, that we see in BBS. Director Aof and his writers actually littered the narrative with other examples of the set-up and switch-out as well, doing it to us the viewers:
Pat may have started out Ep.1 a ruffian, but then we saw that he was really a cheery big kid who needed his popsicles and cuddles from Nong Nao for comfort (Ep.1 [4/4] 8.37 and Ep.2 [1I4] 1.36).
Ink was introduced as a demure girl from the north (remembering that northern Thailand is seen as close to the birthplace of Thai culture) in Ep.4 [1I4] 7.41; then she tripped and let out a curse word at Ep.4 [1I4] 8.01.
Pa's glow-up at Ep.7 [1I4] and subsequent story arc subverted her initial (albeit not very successful) portrayal as the frumpy kid sister with no life and no agency as a character.
BBS placed the emotional burden of Episodes 1 to 4 solely on Pran's pining shoulders, and then suddenly whipped it away in Ep.5 and dumped it squarely on Pat (kudos to Ohm, who gamely played Pat as a shining object of affection for the first third of BBS, before showing us that Junior Jindapat was so much more than a lovable, empty vessel himbo, and was instead someone who actually did possess an inner life that he could access).
And perhaps the biggest BBS bait-and-switch of all – Pran's unrequited love for inaccessible Pat turns out to be requited after all, but then without warning it's Pran who spins out of reach on the rooftop.
Looking at BL as a genre, the bait-and-switch is sometimes employed as a storytelling device to provide an unexpected dramatic twist (though whether or not it satisfies is debatable). For example there is the trap set for Lhong in TharnType, the aloof ice prince Sarawat turning out to have been carrying a torch for Tine in 2gether, and Nubsib's reveal in Lovely Writer as someone who also shared a past with Gene.
And if you think about it, all of Bad Buddy itself was kind of one big bait-and-switch as well. They set it up so that – at the start – it looked like the series would be shaping up into a run-of-the-mill, formulaic romance. The roadmap was laid out quite clearly – enemies to lovers, Romeo and Juliet or Kwan and Riam but the BL version thank you very much, star-crossed and kept apart by their warring families.
So we were expecting BBS to follow the usual romcom beats and rhythms, delivering the standard tropes, with the main storyline about how the enemies would fall in love against the odds, then find a way to beat the odds and stay together, or fall victim to it and be forever driven apart.
Except that Director Aof and his team pulled the rug out from under us time and time again, after setting this all up. The idea that Pat and Pran were enemies got turned on its head (they'd been secret friends since childhood). The process of falling in love didn't follow conventional beats at all – Pran was already in love, while Pat was… possibly already beset by emotions, just getting them all mixed up and projecting them onto Ink.
Instead of showing us the main couple falling for each other over the course of 12 episodes, this was firmly established by the end of Episode 5. Instead of their families being the primary conflict driving them apart, it was Pran's overthinking and emotional walls that drove a wedge between them in Episode 6. When family conflict finally did rear its head to threaten their relationship, well Pat and Pran just sidestepped it and carried on.
And the tropes? One by one they fell by the wayside as well. Ink turned up in Ep.4, looking like a formidable love rival for Pran (and he believed it too). Except that she wasn't the stereotype of the evil girlfriend at all – she turned out to be Pat's supportive bestie, while her eye (and camera) were focused on Pa instead. Any stereotypes overhanging macho Pat and pernickety Pran got subverted too, with Pat ditching sports practice for musical theater and Pran a credible street fighter and also a star player on his rugby team – so much for the seme and uke in this BL. The "gay for you" trope got put down (Ep.9 [2/4] 1.41), as was the "wifey" one (Ep.9 [4/4] 8.48). There are so many examples.
Even the end of Ep.11 was a bait-and-switch as well, when a large portion of the fandom was hoodwinked by Director Aof's Ep.12 preview into thinking that we were headed for a break-up. (Fortunately they switched it out for the happy ending that we got instead, thank goodness.)
There's so much of this going on, it seems as though BBS was actually celebrating the bait-and-switch (and in that way kind of subverting its use in BL as well). The thing is, nothing was ever what it seemed in Bad Buddy, and it was all intended to be so, from Day One, because it's solidly a thematic preoccupation underlying the series.
I now think Baseball Mom really plays into all of this glorification of and subversion with the bait-and-switch as a storytelling device. But in a really wacky way, as perhaps is only fitting for the wackiest of Pat's t‑shirts.
So looking back on decades of popular media, who's been crowned the Big Boss of the Bait-and-Switch, the Grand Poobah of Switcheroos, the Queen of the Short-Con, the House Mother of all Bamboozlers?
It’s this little lady right here: 😍
This is Lucy Van Pelt, from Charles Schulz's comic strip Peanuts. Lucy is many things in the Peanuts universe, but one thing she's iconic for is a bait-and-switch prank, where she holds a football and then goads Charlie Brown on to kick it. He usually takes a bit of convincing, but eventually he goes for it and at the last second, Lucy pulls the ball away and poor Chuck ends up kicking the air, sent flying in the process. It's a running gag in the comic strip, first appearing in 1952 and recurring every year after that:
So what's the link with Baseball Mom though?
Football aside, in Peanuts Lucy is also a member of Charlie Brown's baseball team – and significantly she's absolutely terrible at the game. She misses the easiest of pitches, and even when perfectly positioned she gets hit on the head by the ball instead of catching it in her mitt.
So while she may be totally, confidently in charge of the situation baiting Charlie Brown with the pigskin, when it comes to baseball instead of football – Lucy is completely out of her element.
The parallel with Bad Buddy is that master of the bait-and-switch Pat Napat Jindapat – the BBS manifestation of Lucy – was pulling different versions of the Charlie Brown football prank on hapless Pran over and over again, causing much anguish to the latter's battered heart.
But suddenly on the rooftop, the tables got turned and Pran pulled the big switcheroo on him instead – by confirming their mutual feelings with a kiss so dizzyingly sensational that Pat must have been delirious with happiness… only to send it all crashing down by abandoning him there without a word of explanation.
(above) Bad Buddy Ep.5 [4/4] 12.58 – an abandoned Pat stares uncomprehendingly as Pran walks away from the wreckage of their broken hearts
In that moment Football Lucy morphed into Baseball Lucy, from self-assured manipulator to incompetent klutz, all alone in right field when the ball came zooming in from way out left. And what better way to mark this moment than with a t-shirt loudly proclaiming Pat's newly-minted Baseball Lucy status on its front?
(above) The Baseball Mom graphic – BBS's own version of The Scarlet Letter
Yes, I know this explanation is outlandish; that's how it sounded to me too when it first took shape in my head. So I decided to test it, by looking for supporting information elsewhere in the context of Bad Buddy. And the findings are truly surprising. 👀
No characters from Peanuts actually appear (in canon form) within any of BBS's visuals (not that they could, I suppose, for licensing reasons). But Charlie Brown and his cohort of characters aren't unknown in Thailand – there is a Charlie Brown Café (79/335 แขวงช่องนนทรี เขตยานนาวา, Bangkok, Thailand, 10120) that was previously at MBK Centre and a Charlie Brown's Restaurant (315/303 ซ.นราธิวาส24 แขวง ช่องนนทรี Yan Nawa, Bangkok 10120, Thailand) at Belle Park Plaza/Fortune Condo Town:
(above left) Charlie Brown Café; (above right) Charlie Brown's Restaurant
And even though we don't directly see Charlie Brown, Lucy or any other Peanuts characters in BBS, there are oblique references. One of the more obvious ones alludes to Lucy's younger brother, Linus Van Pelt:
When we see Pran out in the world with his PP hobo bag (written up here) or Pat snuggled in bed with his beloved Nong Nao (written up here), we know by now that the bag and the stuffed doll-pillow are our boys' favorite comfort objects, providing psychological security even as they face their personal fears.
(above left) Bad Buddy Ep.2 [1I4] 3.01 – Pran and his PP hobo bag, that he deploys like a shield when outside; (above right) Bad Buddy Ep.2 [1I4] 1.37 – Pat cuddling Nong Nao for comfort when he's all alone
But another name for these comfort objects actually has a connection to Peanuts – they can also be called Linus blankets, after the security blanket that Lucy's brother carries around with him all the time. Just a coincidence? I'm not so sure. (I think it's also significant that all three objects have blue as their predominant color.)
There's also a nod at Charlie Brown himself later, on the rooftop in Ep.7 [4/4] – Pat's tee is an unmistakeable visual reference to Charlie Brown's signature yellow top with its zigzag motif:
(above left) Bad Buddy Ep.7 [4/4] 1.48; (above right) Charlie Brown in his own iconic t-shirt
After their roles were reversed on the rooftop at the end of Ep.5 (with Pran pulling the ultimate bait-and-switch move back on Pat by walking away after The Kiss), the mantle of Charlie Brown the football prank victim was thrust onto Pat instead, and that is what we see here in Ep.7.
The brand name emblazoned on Pat's t-shirt also rings some bells – it's Patriots, which immediately calls to mind the NFL team from New England, and is another nod at Lucy's American football. (There is also a Minor League baseball team called the Somerset Patriots based in New Jersey; not as well-known as their counterparts – compatriots? – a few states away, but still… 👀).
(above) Bad Buddy Ep.7 [4/4] 2.13
And looking a bit closer the Ep.7 scene on the rooftop (the last one to be filmed among all of Bad Buddy's queues) really starts to overflow with meaning because it's actually a parallel to Ep.5's rooftop bait-and-switch.
It's far too much to include here, so I've put it into its own separate post (see this write-up linked here) – the short of it is that Pat as Charlie Brown plays the bait-and-switch one last time on Pran in Ep.7, but for the very first time turns the last-second switch-out into a win for his beloved instead, rescuing Pran who was floundering with the musical. And this reversal of the bait-and-switch, a redemption of sorts, is what convinces Pran to end their courtship competition and enter into confirmed couplehood instead. 👍
Now all that aside, there's still one more element in Bad Buddy that I think is a direct reference to Lucy's bait-and-switch in Peanuts – and that's all the rugby, doing its part as a stand-in for Lucy's American football.
(above) Bad Buddy Ep.4 [4/4] 2.04 – the boys face off on the rugby pitch
It would never have been possible to feature American (gridiron) football authentically in Bad Buddy (it's not a popular sport outside of North America, to be honest, and would have been totally alien in a Thai setting). So they shone the spotlight on rugby instead, most probably because the ball used for play there is ovoid and almost the same as the one used in American football – it seems like the rugby in BBS is pointing at Lucy and the American football she deviously deploys.
(top) Bad Buddy Ep.7 [2/4] 13.01; (bottom) Bad Buddy Ep.7 [2/4] 13.02
This would explain why Director Aof and his team opted to feature rugby instead of soccer –the latter is far more popular in Thailand, and would have been a more obvious choice. In addition, soccer would have been far easier to stage – all the BBS rugby scenes had to be filmed at a completely different campus from the primary uni location (Bangkok University instead of Rangsit University) because the latter doesn't seem to have a rugby pitch, though it does have a soccer one. In case you were wondering as I was, the goalposts are starkly different so they couldn't just pretend to play rugby on the soccer pitch – it would have been a terribly obvious fake-out if they had.
They couldn't substitute another team sport even if it was easier to accommodate, because rugby (or rather the ball) was integral to this aspect of the storyline. It needed to be rugby if the intention was to evoke Lucy's favorite weapon of torment.
Further evidence in support of this can be found when you look at the original (rough-draft promo) Bad Buddy trailer that was released in 2020 (I think) to promote the 2021 lineup, before actual filming of the series itself in mid-2021:
The rugby was present even at that early stage (and Toto was on Pat's team! 😂). But what's mindblowing is that they're actually using an American football (the AF500), not a rugby ball (you can tell from the laces, which modern rugby balls do not have). 👀 So the gridiron football was very much part of Bad Buddy's primordial DNA, way back at its inception, even before actual filming began. Another nod at Lucy in Peanuts here.
(above) A screenshot from the original Bad Buddy promo trailer at timestamp 1.48
(above) A screenshot from the original Bad Buddy promo trailer at timestamp 2.15
Now all of this is dandy I suppose, but even with Linus blankets, Pat dressed like Charlie Brown, the oval ball and BBS's insistence on rugby (masquerading as American football) over soccer, for the longest time the hardboiled skeptic in me still wasn't fully convinced that Pat wearing Baseball Mom was actually Lucy in disguise getting her comeuppance, Bad Buddy style.
UNTIL I DECIDED TO LOOK MORE CLOSELY AT THE RUGBY MATCH IN EPISODE 4. And that was the clincher, that cemented the intentionality behind Baseball Mom in my mind, because there actually is a sequence where Pat executes Lucy's signature bait-and-switch move, with the rugby ball standing in for an American football, and with Pran as his fall guy.
The sequence in question starts at Ep.4 [4/4] 3.33, when we see Pat running with the ball, coveted by Pran (in more ways than one).
(above) Bad Buddy Ep.4 [4/4] 3.33
Pran tackles him, but in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, Pat flicks the ball away and before any of us (Pran included) can realize what's happened, Korn is off and running with it instead (and I think he scores the rugby version of a touchdown too).
(above) Bad Buddy Ep.4 [4/4] 3.38
Meanwhile, Pat and Pran are still locked in a full-body clinch – and if you look closely, it's Pat who's actually holding on to Pran, not letting him go (with obvious delight, even if he's unaware of exactly why he's relishing the contact so much).
Much of Bad Buddy is really chaste, but there's something about this moment here that makes it seem like a line has been crossed, and that things have turned inexplicably raunchy somehow. There's full-body grappling, legs spread wide, crotch jammed to butt, a whole lot of heaving and panting. Pat is clearly enjoying every second, almost as though it’s the successful climax of his great big plan to waylay Pran with this bait-and-switch. And of course it's the perfect cue for him to deliver that now infamous, golden line: "If you hug me this tight, you might as well take me as your boyfriend." 😂
Actually Pat had been teasing and taunting Pran with hints of romance even before the game (going so far as to acknowledge that his behavior was flirtatious, at Ep.4 [4/4] 0.48) so it's impossible not to see that body tackle on the pitch as anything but a close encounter suffused with sexual tension – and Pran would of course be the first to notice it. (It's possibly also a subversion of the accidental "falling on you" trope, since it's at once contrived yet consensual.)
If you break it down, Pat used the ball to get Pran to tackle him, only to switch it out at the last minute with something else (close, practically intimate body contact) that poor Pran (drowning in his crush) would have found absolutely devastating. This is practically a playbook version of Lucy doing the football bait-and-switch with Charlie Brown.
To be honest though, I'd always found this rugby clinch a little odd and confusing, and had wondered why they even had this scene. It was logistically complicated to set up (two whole teams of players!), and the bait-and-switch portion would have been extremely tricky to choreograph and film. The whole rigmarole was also a lot of work for just a few seconds of screen time. That the ball slips away unseen also makes it seem anti-climactic for the viewer – but not for master gameplayer Pat, who successfully got his planned payload nonetheless.
And because he did it using Lucy Van Pelt's signature move, I now think the reason for this scene is for it to be held up as the paragon of Pat's bait-and-switch traps in Bad Buddy, and a parallel for the Epic Rooftop Kiss when Pran slaps the old switcheroo back on Pat instead.
On the rugby pitch Pat baited Pran by pulling away (with the ball), and then crushed his heart with physical intimacy (hugging him like a lover, but making it seem like he was only play-acting at returning Pran's love). On the rooftop Pran baited Pat with physical intimacy (The Kiss, proof to Pat that his feelings were returned), and then crushed his heart by pulling away (and taking with him all promise of his love).
Atop Chana City Residence at the end of Ep.5, perpetual prankster Pat couldn't stop himself and went in for the bait (Pran offering himself up romantically), only to see it whisked away from him at the very last second.
Suddenly the rules changed and Football Lucy, the House Mother of all bait-and-switch bamboozles, became the victim of the biggest bait-and-switch of them all, and was thrust into a different game instead. Bereft of Pran and denied his moment of victory, Pat became Baseball Mom indeed. 😔
(above) Bad Buddy Ep.5 [4/4] 13.06
P.S.
You can order Baseball Mom (the t-shirt, not Pat 😂) from Amazon at this link here. (If the link doesn't work, you may need to change your "Deliver To" location at the top left of the landing page on Amazon to another country – not useful if you want to buy it when they don't deliver to your location, but useful if you just want to view the page, or get them to deliver to a third party who can then forward it to you. If changing the location doesn't work, try following the other instructions in this post linked here.)
I suspect the fandom has been buying up Baseball Mom like crazy, because it went from limited stock and availability on Amazon (selected locations only), to becoming available for other global locations and on Walmart.com as well – so maybe demand from the BBS fandom has boosted sales so much they started marketing it on more channels? Thai BL soft power trickles down. 🥰👍
P.P.S.
OK, just a little aside – this Peanuts fan theory for Baseball Mom is really wacky, but I think the universe is telling me to put it out there anyway because just as I was finishing the write-up, this random post about the Peanuts football bait-and-switch appeared on my dashboard.
What are the odds of it crossing my dash at the same time I'm writing about it, when I've not seen it referenced before throughout my history on Tumblr, ever? (There were a few random Peanuts and Charlie Brown posts that appeared at the same time as well.) I'm not superstitious, but I do think the universe has spoken. 😂
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Seeing Red | Ch. 22: Unpleasant visitor ✍️
Word count: 3.3k (it's a long one, y'all)
Warnings: TOP GUN HUBBY & DAD AGENDA BROUGHT TO YOU BY YOUR HUMBLE WRITER. mentions of the past, mentions of sex, sad, fluff and bit of laughter all mixed together, bit of jealous jake. mentions of drinks aaaand swearing here and there.
A/N: okay y'all, this is a long one, and there's gonna be some INTERESTING things coming soon. We're getting closer to the truth, babes. Just wait a bit longer.
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“Ava, don’t go near the water without us!” Reuben raises his voice so his daughter can hear him, but she’s more occupied running around with her new friend, Liam.
“How do you feel about having Liam as your future son-in-law?” You joke, recording a video of Liam, Ava, and Ted laughing while chasing each other.
“His mom raised him well. I can’t ask for anything better.” He follows your joke, smiling and sitting down with you. “I bet it was hard. It is hard for me and Jazz, but we have each other.”
“It wasn’t easy. I had my mom, fortunately. But yeah, it was a challenge.”
“Did you regret it?” He looks into Jake’s blue cooler, filled with drinks and some food.
“Never. He’s the love of my life.” You smile, showing him a picture of the three kids. “And those are yours.”
“Look at my babies. It’s funny because when I met my wife, I thought I would never love someone as much as I loved her.” He chuckles and zooms in on the photo on your phone. “And then Ava came. She wasn’t planned, you know.”
You nod, watching Liam play with the sand. “Liam wasn’t either. Well, you know that already.”
Mickey sits in front of you, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands. “Can you help me?”
“Am I the designated mom of the group?” You laugh, getting the bottle out of Mickey’s hands.
“Before you came, it was Sarge.”
“Sarge?” You put sunscreen on his back, making sure that everything’s covered.
“My wife. That’s her rank. She works at SDPD.”
“Woah, she must be an amazing woman.” You pat Mickey’s side. “Done, Mickey”
“Thank you!” He turns around, puts on his glasses, and smiles. “What a good day with the family.”
“Yeah, when you don’t have a black eye.” Rooster groans, taking a soda can out of the cooler and pressing it to his eye.
“Next time, don’t go around spreading false information.” Phoenix sits next to Mickey, handing him some fruit. “You want?”
“Thank you, sweet lady.” He takes one grape and eats it. “Where’s Jake?”
You turn your head toward the kids, now being followed by a blonde, shirtless cowboy who pretends to be a dinosaur. “Being a kid.”
“Next one in line is Bob.” Phoenix says, moving when Javy returns from the car, so he can sit down. “Found the glasses?”
“Yeah, they fell to the floor. Were you talking about Bob?”
“Bob wants to be a father?” You ask Phoenix.
“Bob is on the way to being a father. Her wife is pregnant. That’s why they aren’t here today. Bob went to tell his in-laws.”
“Another baby to play with.” Mickey says in a singsong voice.
Jake comes back, and Payback moves so he can sit next to you. You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses. “Those kids can run a marathon.”
“We were saying before that Liam is gonna be Payback’s future son-in-law.” You inform him.
Jake nods, smiling. “I’m gonna have the prettiest grandkids.”
They start talking about the future, about Bob’s baby, weddings, and stuff, reminiscing about things from a time when you weren’t around. You smile and nod, laughing at the funny stories of how Payback and Bob met their girls, and it makes you remember your own story—how you met Jake five years ago.
“You’re thinking about it, too, right?” Jake whispers, his hand moving to your back as a way of calling your attention.
“You were the biggest idiot ever.” You laugh out loud, making the rest drop their conversations and enjoy the small but sweet interaction between you and Jake.
“Oh my, it’s the story of how you two met?” Nat grins, memories of that night coming to her mind.
“We need to know. Please.” Mickey begs, pointing at him and Payback. “And Bob. But he’s not here.”
"Well, it all happened-” you start, but you see a man approaching the kids, the sun hitting you in the face and blocking your vision. “Who’s that?”
All of you turn to look at the children. Liam is hiding behind Ava; Ted is unbothered, playing with a seashell he just found. Jake, Reuben, and you get up quickly and move towards the man, who turns out to be your boss. Cyclone. What is he doing here?
"You've gotta be kidding me.” Jake hisses under his breath, moving quickly to get his son. “Hey, Cyclone.”
“You’re all here! I was just talking with little Liam, but he seems to have forgotten about me already.” He tries to tickle Liam, whose first reaction is to hide his face in his dad’s neck. “He’s a bit shy, isn’t he?”
“Not really. Maybe he doesn’t like you.” Jake suggests with a smirk. You smack him on the head. “Not you too.”
“Don’t be a dick!” you whisper yell, before turning to Cyclone. “He sometimes forgets people quickly, yeah.”
“Red, you look beautiful in that sundress.” Cyclone comments, and a part of you cringes. Yeah, you’re not a fan of the kind of attention you’re getting.
“Oh, thank you.” You look at your watch, “I think it’s time for Liam to get an afternoon snack; we should head with the rest.”
“It’s been nice to meet you outside the academy,” Jake says, turning around and grabbing your hand with his free one, the other helping secure Liam, who is placed on his hip. “You want some fruit, bubs?”
“Bananas!” Liam grabs his dad’s ear, an odd habit he has picked up in the last few days.
“How do we ask things?”
“Bananas, please.” Liam corrects himself, smiling at his dad.
“That’s my boy,” Jake praises him, kissing his cheek. “Let’s go eat some bananas, with mama and dada.”
“You know what? I think I’m gonna stay for a bit.” Cyclone says, walking away from you and sitting down next to Mickey, who glances your way and pulls down his glasses, wide eyes asking what he can’t say aloud.
“Did he just invite himself?” Reuben asks, carrying a kid in each arm.
“Yep. Just like that.” You mutter, cleaning the sand off Liam’s feet.
“I swear to God that this man becomes more insufferable each day.”
“¿Qué cojones hace Cyclone aquí?” Mickey asks Phoenix, who just shrugs. (What the fuck is Cyclone doing here?)
“Ni idea. Pero parece que nadie le quiere aquí. ¿Se ha invitado él solo?” She answers him, glancing at Cyclone, who is trying to play with Ted, who is still very unbothered by his presence. (I don't know. But seems that nobody wants him here. Has he invited himself?)
“¿Este huevón está intentando conquistar a Roja?” (This asshole is trying to win Red over?)
“Eso creo.” (I think so)
“Voy a enseñarle a no meterse con las mujeres de otros.” Mickey clears his throat. “Hey, Red. You were about to tell us how you and Jake met.” (I'm gonna show him to not mess with other people's women)
“Oh no, please. That’s my most embarrassing story” Jake hides his face in Liam’s hair, who has fallen asleep. He’s wearing his dad’s t-shirt as a blanket, covering his body so he doesn’t get sunburned.
“Now I need to know,” Payback laughs while applying more sunscreen to Ava’s face.
“So, we met 5 years ago…” You begin, making Jake groan. You continue with a devilish smirk. “We were all in Pensacola, I just arrived and went to a bar, it was supposed to be an aviator bar, and I wanted to meet the locals and see who was gonna be my workmates.”
“Let me say that me and Red met at Top Gun, but we never met after that until that day.” Phoenix continues, filling in some details important to your story.
“Yeah, that’s right. Well, so I entered this bar…”
“The Cubi?” Mickey asks.
“Yeah, that one! It’s like a museum.”
“And the first thing she saw was me, the hottest girl at the pub.” Phoenix chimes in.
“Well, that was until Red walked in.” Jake points out, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.
“The thing is that I walked into the bar and talked for a while with Nat; she left to look for someone, and that’s when Hangman, in the flesh, decided to try his luck.”
Jake lifts a finger to interrupt. “In my defense, when I saw you, I had a feeling that you were a special girl, and that I shouldn’t waste my opportunity, or someone else would take you away from me.”
“I would have been that one.” Rooster comments, making you jump. You thought he had fallen asleep.
“Buddy, you should shut up before your right eye ends up like the left one.” Jake warns, making you snort. These two need to stop fighting. “Anyway, the more I talked to her, the more I noticed this feeling. It was something that I had never felt before. I was amazed by her beauty, her smile, and just her general aura.”
“But there was a problem!” Javy speaks with a mysterious tone. They are enjoying this so much.
“What problem? Please, tell me you didn’t have a boyfriend.” Mickey gasps, covering his mouth.
“I didn’t tell him I was an aviator, and he was bragging about his job.”
“No shit.”
“Language” Payback, Jake and you scold at the same time.
“Aaaah huevón, sigue.”
“Translation: Please, go on.” Reuben explains, and you shake your head.
“I know he didn’t say that.”
“You know Spanish?”
“The basics, I guess.”
You look at Cyclone, who has been oddly silent since the story began. His eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, and you can’t know for sure what he’s thinking. Not that you care, honestly.
“Anyway, where were we?” Javy tries to remember.
“Jake being horny.” You signal, earning a nudge from the blonde man. “Auch.”
“Did I ever insinuate that I wanted to have a one-night stand with you?” Jake pushes his glasses down his nose, looking at you. Yeah, he’s telling the truth. There’s no way those emerald eyes can hide anything from you.
“Well, not really...” Now that he brings that up, it’s true. He was flirting like the world was ending the next day, and you were enjoying every second of it. Jake was a bit more egotistical back then, and he sure thought that he was the best pilot to ever enter the Naval Academy, but there was something that attracted you. His confident smile, maybe? The way he leaned closer to you whenever you talked, so he didn’t miss a single word? How he made you feel like the only girl in the bar? But not once did he try to get in your pants. “Wait, we spent the next three months being friends with benefits!”
Jake shrugs, kissing Liam’s head. “It was the only way you allowed me to be with you. So I took the only chance I had.”
“You literally fell in love with her that night,” Reuben says, lifting an eyebrow as if it were so unbelievable.
“Damn right.”
You cover your face in embarrassment. “Now I feel like an idiot.”
“You were as in love with him as he was.” Nat rolls her eyes, eating another grape. “But denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, you know.”
“Shut up.” You groan.
“But how did you two end up dating?” Mickey insists, wanting to know the entire story.
You tell him how much tension grew during those three months between the two of you. The first weeks of your relationship were more physical. Making out at every possible moment and ending up at the back of his car or in your house or anywhere there was a solid surface. Sometimes all you needed was a wall. Jake has always been a strong man.
Somewhere between the first and second month, Jake started to stay with you in bed the morning after. Sometimes it led to a second or third round. Sometimes it led to shower sex. But the majority of the time, you two ended up having random conversations, your limbs tangled between his and your white sheets. You didn’t know where your arm ended and where his began. And you couldn’t care less. It was one of those mornings when you discovered that Jake smiles in his sleep. It was something only you and not anyone else knew, because, from what you’ve heard from Bradley, he was never one to stay the night.
But he always stayed with you.
Random pillow talks turned into him waking up before you to make you breakfast. He always tried to finish it before you woke up, but it was futile. The bed wasn’t as warm without him.
Breakfast led to romantic dinners. Movie dates. Endless cuddling sessions. Looking for each other at the bar. Becoming his wingman. Being glued together every single waking second you could spend together. His hand was always on the small of your back, or your thigh, whenever he was talking to someone, as if he wanted to mark you as his for any idiot who dared to look your way.
It was only a matter of time before that tension, those unsaid feelings that both of you had, became a problem.
“So you were basically together.” Mickey sums up all you just told him in one single sentence, and somehow that makes you laugh like a maniac.
“The only ones who didn’t know were them” Rooster deadpans, getting a red popsicle from the cooler.
“And you never tried to be with somebody else?” Reuben inquires, casting a quick glance at Cyclone.
“Why would I look around and search for another thing when I had everything I wanted right there?” You simply answer, making a corner of Jake’s lips lift.
“I just didn’t know if she felt the same as I did.”
“How did you find out?” Mickey questions again, and you notice him typing a lot on his phone. You're not sure if he’s taking notes for Bob or actually sending him texts with the most interesting parts of your story.
“We got into a fight.”
If you tighten the string too much, it will eventually snap. That’s what happened with you and Jake. Fear, jealousy, and love all mixed up together. It wasn’t pretty. You two ended up screaming at each other in a parking lot outside a bar. Jake implied that you were more interested in Rooster than in him back then. It was the final straw for you. You called it off and walked out of the bar, but Jake followed you.
“I literally said, ‘I hope to never see you again.’” You admit it, shifting Jake's t-shirt to reveal Liam's sleepy expression. He smiles when he sleeps, too.
"But you worked together," Mickey says, leaning in closer, as if engrossed in a fairytale.
“I was gonna ask for a relocation.”
You left that parking lot and called a taxi to bring you back home. Your tears started to fall at the same time the first raindrops fell on the window of the backseat. Once you got home, as much as you wanted to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened, someone you loved so much—someone you would literally leave everything behind if he asked you to—said that you were more interested in Rooster than in him.
You sigh, remembering that painful night. “And then someone knocked on the door.”
“I didn’t ring the bell in case you were in bed already.”
“Thank God I wasn’t asleep, then.” You whisper to yourself, but he has heard you. A part of you wants him to hear it. A part of you is wondering how you ended up here talking about the most important and agonizing relationship in your life. Those were good memories, though.
You want to be able to remember them whenever you want to.
You opened that door, your heart clenching at the sight that waited for you on the other side. He was standing there, drenched from head to toe, his nose and eyes red from crying.
Yeah, Jake Seresin was a man who cried. And he wasn’t ashamed to do it in front of you.
“What did he say?!”
“Mickey, you’re too invested in this story.” Javy mocks him, patting his head.
“I said ‘You’re bossy. You enjoy knowing that you’re better than me in every single aspect, and you're proud of yourself for it. You always have that stupid smirk on your face that makes me want to kick your ass. And yet, I can’t imagine my days without that smirk, without that smile you reserve just for me, or having to live one day without you. It took me a while to realize it, but I love you. And I want to have a serious relationship with you.”
You’re not surprised he remembers every word.
“What did you say?!”
“I smacked him for calling me bossy. And after that, I kissed him. He proposed a year after.”
“It was a beautiful wedding,” Rooster says, finishing his popsicle. “I cried at the first dance.”
“What song did you choose?”
"Make you feel my love," you both say at the same time, sad smiles on your faces, the memory hurting more than you want to admit.
Only five months after that first dance, your story ended.
“You know... most of us thought that you two eloped and got married in Vegas.” Reuben admits not expecting that part of the story at all.
“Javy was the best man. Nat, the bridesmaid. You could have asked.” Rooster says, and Mickey and Payback look at him, blinking in sync, as if that idea had never crossed their minds.
Nat’s eyes bore into your face, as if she were aware of the sudden mood change. “Red, can you come with me to the Hard Deck? I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” You kiss Liam’s head. “Take care of him.”
“I think I’m gonna take a nap, too.” Jake informs you, and you move the parasol so none of them are under the sun.
“I’ll be back in a minute.”
“I think I’m gonna leave, too. It’s been nice to see you outside of work and know more about our new member. See you tomorrow!” And just like that, Cyclone walks in the other direction, leaving all of you with puzzled expressions.
“Penny, my love, get us two shots of tequila,” Nat says once she enters the bar.
“Of course, sweetheart.” She waves at you before leaving to get your drinks
“You liar, you didn’t need the bathroom.”
“I wanted to get you out of there before you ended up kissing Jake.”
You gasp. “I wasn’t going to kiss Jake!”
“Honey, you two have been moving closer and closer when you were telling that story. Cyclone took notice as well. He won’t flirt with you anymore, I hope.”
“He is not flirting with me, dear lord; Nat don’t imagine things.” You thank Penny when she comes back with the drinks. You both cheer and drink them in one shot.
“You wish Jake was the one flirting with you.”
“Talking about the past brought a lot of memories and feelings to the surface.” You mumble under your breath.
“Honey, be honest. Do you still love him?”
Sighing, you pull your dog tags out of your sundress and show them to her. At first, she looks at them and doesn’t understand what you want to show her. Then she notices a weird sparkle. Dog tags don’t sparkle.
“Oh my fucking god.”
Yeah, dog tags don’t sparkle.
But engagement rings do.
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I Don't Know Which Way's Home
Chapter 6: The Inspection
ao3 link, Part 1, Part 5
tw: descriptions of a minor panic attack
February 1984
Julie watched in horror as her journal was ripped in half by Matthew Anderson. The person who has been torturing her all year, but never stooped to this level. She could deal with the name calling, the pulling on her ponytails and braids, the balls of paper that would be thrown at her in the halls. That was just him being an idiot and picking on the poor kid.
This, this hit differently.
Her journals were her life. Stories written down that were fabricated from her mind or truth she was never able to fully speak. Worlds crafted and characters created. Places she’s always wanted to visit or things she’s always wanted to do. These journals made her days less lonely. Made her life feel fuller.
And now there it lays on the ground ripped into pieces, while Mathew and his friends laugh at her tears. Solemnly, Julie picks up the pieces of her book and runs away, scared that staying there for even a second more would bring on more taunting.
She runs to the back of the school and hides below a staircase, crying over her lost words. Stories jumbles together, pages ripped apart. Everything she’s worked so hard on teared apart in minutes.
“Hey, are you ok?” a boy with a black bowl cut wearing a sweater asks her.
Julie just looks back at the mess in her hands, overwhelmed by it all over again. “They ripped it apart,” she whispers. “Just took it from me an destroyed it.”
“Bullies, they’re just a bunch of mouth breathers,” the boy sits next to her. “It doesn’t look too bad, you could probably tape it back together.”
“Maybe, doesn’t make it the same, though.”
Julie’s mom told her that this journal was sent by her dad. Part of her knew it was a lie, but the innocent part of her really wanted to believe that it was true. This journal was special, it was her yearly gift from her dad. She would write stories in it about happy families, hoping that this magical journal would make her dad show up. That way her mom could be happy again, she could be happy too.
“What was it?” the boy asks.
Julie lines up the pieces of paper into a small, organized stack. “Stories. I like to write sometimes.”
“That cool. My friend likes to draw stories. He says that the best thing about them is how you can create them with your own mind, that way no one can ever really take them from you.”
“I never thought about it that way.” She looks at the piles of stories again and imagines them differently. Instead of ruined castles and homes, she sees rebuilding after a long battle. She sees hope. “Thank you.”
The boy shrugs. “I’m Mike, by the way.”
“Julie.”
. . .
Present Day
Steve hangs up the phone with the owner of Family Video, smiling to himself and can’t help himself from doing a small fist pump. He got the job. Which isn’t a lot, considering he can’t see himself doing it for the rest of his life, but it’s one step closer to passing this inspection.
The inspection has been looming over his head for the past week. After the meeting with the social worker, Steve has been working double to make sure the house was presentable, even if it wasn’t supposed to happen quite yet. Going through each drawer, making sure everything is in its place. Making a small box of all of his upside down related items to find a nice hiding place outside of his house so that they won’t be found.
It was a lot, but it was worth it. There would finally be somebody else living in this house, someone who was family. Another person filling the mass of rooms that stayed empty for his entire life. And by someone who would stay.
Or at least, stay for longer than a week.
This whole placement thing was still weighing over his head. If he was honest with himself, he wanted to one day get permanent custody of Julie, but that wouldn’t be for the best. With all that she’s been through, she deserved someone more stable than him. But he could provide her with a safe place to live where she actually liked, so that was enough.
And maybe when the time came to find a permanent placement, he would be stable enough to get it. If that ever would be a possibility.
But that would involve a better job than retail, his own place and not his parents. No more nightmares and a better explanation for his many scars. A less marked medical history and probably one less NDA than he has signed.
As much as Steve hoped, it didn’t seem feasible. It didn’t seem in reach. The family he’s found would leave again, and he couldn’t stop it. But he wanted to.
Eddie and Robin let themselves in through the front door, promising to help Steve get the house actually ready for the inspection. Since it’s in shambles from his weeklong obsessive searching for every possible thing that could be wrong. There were papers everywhere and things out of place. It needed to be put back together. And Eddie offered to hide out the upside down stuff at his new house, so that was helpful.
“Jesus, dingus,” Robin looks disgusted as she scans the mess, “the hell did you do?”
Eddie does a soft whistle, making his own observations. “Blew up in the living room?”
Steve sighs. “I know it’s bad. Just help, please.”
“Why we’re here.” Robin starts making small piles, organizing the mess.
Eddie grabs a few of the larger items, and brings them to the kitchen, placing them all on the table to be distributed later. Room by room they go through and put everything back to where it was, making sure nothing is out of place. Eventually it ends with Steve and Eddie in his room, gathering up some discarded clothing to be taken to the laundry room.
Steve is mentally checking off a list in his head, adding new things one after another of what he has to do. Clean the kitchen, clean the bathrooms, make sure the guest room beds are made and presentable, make sure there are no visible dangers in the house, check the railings for lose poles. Things he doesn’t even need to do but can’t help but think are necessary.
If this doesn’t go perfectly than what else is he supposed to do. Julie will be stuck in a terrible household until her social worker caves and moves her to another town. He’ll lose the only biological family that’s ever cared about him. All of this will have been for nothing. Julie will be let down and devastated, he’ll be devastated. It’ll all go terribly, and she’ll never talk to him again.
He'll be left alone in this house again. For God knows how long. He can’t move, can’t leave it behind for some reason. It just sits vacant with only him in it. And soon enough the kids will all go away to college, leaving him behind too. Robin will save enough money to go eventually too. Eddie will finally do what he always says and get the hell out of town. Leaving Steve in an empty house with no one around that loves him anymore.
A broken, empty house that has a million things wrong with it. So many things that this will never happen. They’ll see right through to the scared kid he still is but tries to hide. They’ll see the ghost that lives in his backyard. The pain and fear inside of him will come pouring out in the worst way possible. He’ll be deemed as unfit and this will all be for nothing. It’s always for nothing.
“Steve,” Eddie’s voice breaks through his thoughts. “Breathe. In, and out.”
Steve does what he said. Breathing deeply through his nose, not noticing how tight his chest had become. Breathing out through his mouth, hearing how shaky it is. He repeats it again and tries to stop the train on indefinite tracks in his mind, seemingly breaking off from itself and going in a million different ways. Each new branch clouding his thoughts and increasing the panic more.
“That’s good, now again.” Eddie breathes with him, making him hold his breath just slightly to help calm down his heartrate. He guides Steve to sit down on his bed, sitting next to him and taking his hand. Counting him through his breathes until the tightness alleviates, and he can breathe normally again.
“Thank you,” Steve breathes out, slouching a bit.
Eddie rubs his thumb across the back of Steve’s hand, squeezing it just slightly. Warmth radiating through the touch, making Steve want to lean in closer and absorb it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly.
Steve takes another deep breath through his nose. “What if this doesn’t work? What if I’m doing all of this for nothing?”
“You’re not,” he says pointedly. “Even if this doesn’t work out, it shows that you tried. That you care about her. Trust me, that means so much more than you realize. For both her and for the social worker. The courts might think differently if you want to take this further, but for temporary, you’re good. Ok?”
He meets Eddie’s eyes, immediately feeling the pull in them. “Ok,” he says, feeling himself start to get lost.
It takes a lot for Steve to let himself go around people, to put down his guard. But here in this moment, he would give it every single time just to get Eddie to look at him like this again. Just pure care in his eyes, gazing over Steve’s face to make sure everything’s ok. Wanting nothing more to this moment then to make sure he’s ok.
“What if everyone leaves me?” Steve whispers his fears so silently he hopes Eddie doesn’t hear. “Robin and the kids will head off to school. Julie will eventually too. And you’re never going to stay in this town. I’ll be all alone again.”
Eddie’s eyes meet Steve’s again and he lets out all the breath in his lungs. Just taken away by the simple beauty of Eddie’s face. He reaches up gently slides his hand across Steve’s neck, just barely cupping his chin. Steve leans into the touch, letting the warmth of Eddie’s hand ground him.
“I’m not leaving, not without you. Neither is Robin, and the kids will always come back. All of them will.”
Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and holds his hand in place, letting himself sit in this moment. How he ever let himself say no to having this sooner, he doesn’t know. Because in this moment, there’s nothing more he wants then to lean in and capture Eddie’s lips with his. Take back everything he’s said and just dive in headfirst.
When Eddie’s eyes flick down to his lips just slightly, it makes it a million times harder for Steve to want to pull away. But he has to. This is the wrong time, there are things to do, he almost just went into a panic attack. Everything wants to stop him, but he can’t seem to listen to it. Slowly, he starts to lean in.
“Yo, dingus one and dingus 2, I can’t clean a house by myself,” Robin yells from behind the door, breaking the moment.
Steve pulls back, clearing his throat. “We’re coming, calm down.”
Before he can pull his hand away from Eddie’s, a small kiss is placed to the back of it. Warmth enveloping his hand before the coldness washes it all away when they let go. Soon, Steve promises. Soon he’ll be ready for this.
. . .
Julie is waiting in line at lunch when Dustin walks up to her. She rolls her eyes, ready to walk away before he can get in another line of questioning.
“Hi,” he states cheerily, with a stupid smile.
“Hi,” she responds crossly, hoping that it will show him that she’s not in the mood.
Dustin seems unaffected, continuing to follow her through the lunch line. “So, about a few days ago-.”
“It’s fine,” she cuts him off. “You were just curious about your friend. It’s fine.” Julie picks the last of her food and heads over to her usual table.
“I wanted to apologize,” Dustin follows. “I acted like a jerk, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
She sets her tray down on the table and looks at him. A sheepish expression paints his face, and an awkward stance almost as if he wants her to ask him to sit.
“I forgive you,” she says, taking a seat.
“Good,” he says, still standing there.
After their last meeting, he can’t think that she would have invited him to sit with her almost immediately after the apology. It took him a few days just to give it to her anyway, it’s not like she’s that hard to find. But then he was close to Steve, so she should at least try to get to know him. If everything is going to work out the way that they hope, Julie will be seeing a lot of him, and the other kids that he looks after.
“Is there anything else?”
“It’s just,” Dustin sits, without an invitation. “I can’t wrap my head around the idea of Steve having a sister.”
Julie stabs at her food. “Well, it’s true. Living proof right here.”
“No, yeah. I get that. I’ve just always known Steve to be an only child, like me. And now he’s not.”
“If it makes you feel better, he still kind of is. Our dad would rather pretend like I don’t exist.”
“So, you share a dad then?”
Julie stares across the table, “Really? You just apologized for the uncomfortable questions.”
Dustin squints his eyes again, before smiling. “I like you. Let’s start over. Dustin Henderson,” he extends his hand across the table. “Pseudo brother of Steve Harrington.”
“Julie Lawson,” she takes his hand warily and shakes it. “Half-sister of Steve Harrington.”
“That is still so weird,” he says, starting to eat his food.
. . .
“Harrington residence,” Steve mutters through the phone, filing through the mail as he does.
“Can you explain to me why your mother got a phone call last week about a job application of yours?” Richard Harrington speaks through the phone.
Steve’s body straightens on instinct with the voice, trained to present himself the best as possible. His mind races back to the resume he gave Keith, a revised one that he had applied with originally. But he forgot to take his mom off of the reference list when he added Hopper and Joyce. Her name was still there front and center.
“I had applied to be a manager at the video store I’m working at now. One is leaving and I thought I could take their spot.”
His father sighs through the phone. “Wishful thinking, Steven. You won’t just get jobs because you think you can take them. You must work hard for them.”
Steve’s mouth dries. “Well, I got the job. So, I must have worked hard enough for it.”
“Like you would know the meaning of hard work,” Richard chastises without missing a beat. “You didn’t even have to have a college degree to get this job. Those careers are never real hard work.”
Thoughts race in his mind but never reach the front for him to actually say them. His father doesn’t know how hard Steve’s works. Doesn’t know how much pain he’s been through. The thought hasn’t even crossed his mind that there are other things important in life other than work. Other than money.
But his dad will never understand. Never understand how much he’s truly failed in life. How much he’s failed Steve. So, Steve’s stays silent, like he always does.
“I thought you wanted me to understand the meaning behind hard work. That is what I am doing?”
“But for how long, Steven. How long are you going to go around and play the charade as if you are not a Harrington. You have a responsibility to me. To the family. Some day you are going to have to wake up and start your life, and we are not going to wait around forever for you to decide when that day is coming.”
Like you were ever here in the first place, Steve wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat.
“Every time I think you have started to grow up you prove me wrong. You are still a child, Steven, and an immature one at that. Stop pretending that what you do doesn’t mean anything. Apply to schools again and get in this time. Get a real job, one that looks good on the family. We have a legacy that needs protecting, and you’re ruining it.”
Richard hangs up the phone before Steve can get a single word in.
He stands there for a few minutes, the buzzing from the phone line filling his ear. Stuck in the hopeless, fearful stance that happens after every phone call, every conversation. Every thought of his father that he has ever had.
Eventually, he hangs up the line. Eventually, he places his forehead against the wall and closes his eyes, letting them fill with tears. Letting them roll down his cheeks.
It took years for Steve to understand what he was meant to do and what he wanted to do. And even longer to understand that his father will never love him unless he did what he was meant to do. But every time he tried, he failed. Every time he did what he was told, what was planned, it never worked. It was never enough.
When the schools rejected him, he got a part time job. When Nancy and him ended, he went on the scheduled dates. When the world fucking ended and they weren’t here to witness it, he recovered in seclusion so nobody else would know. For his father. Always for his father and his fucking reputation. But it was never enough.
“You were never here,” Steve whispers to the wall. “You are never here.”
He stands straight again, taking a step back. Staring straight at the phone that his father spoke through however long ago.
“You don’t even know me.”
How can a parent know a child they didn’t even raise? How is a child supposed to live knowing their parents don’t love them? Questions with answers Steve’s been forced to answer. Questions that should have never even be asked.
Steve turns around to face the only family picture in the entire house. A professional taken when Steve was a child. His young face, innocent to what is to come, sits on his mother’s lap. All while his father looms in the background, standing behind them both, a hand on his mother’s shoulder.
“You know nothing about me,” Steve yells. “You have never stayed long enough to try. Not even once.”
Tears are streaming down his face, clouding his vision. His breath picks up, stuttering with sobs.
“I’m not ruining anything. You are the one ruining it. I have seen more than you can possibly imagine, and you call me immature. At least I wouldn’t cheat on my wife. At least I wouldn’t have another fucking kid and hide it from the world. Because I own up to my mistakes, I change. Despite you.”
Despite. Steve has become the person he is without his father’s influence. His proudest accomplishment. He has become the exact opposite of the man who he was supposed to be a clone of.
“Despite you,” he continues. “I found people who care about me. I’ve fought monsters, I’ve saved lives. Can you say the same? I’ve learned from my mistakes, I’ve changed. I’ve grown into a person that I actually like instead of hate. Because I hated myself when I was trying to act like you. And if you were actually here to see it, you would hate who’ve I’ve become. Because despite of you, I’ve become a better person that you could have ever hoped for me to be.”
Something heals itself inside of Steve. Something retreats. The little boy who he once was smiles at him, knowing that what he says is true.
Richard Harrington may have never stayed long enough to know his son. But that meant that his son never got to know anything about his father other than fear and disappointment. And through that disappointment, he grew. And there’s no turning back.
. . .
When Julie walks through the front door of Steve’s house, the lights are dark. It shouldn’t be surprising, she’s been there when he’s at work, but there’s mail on the hallway floor. She picks it up, stacking it gently on the hall table and continues through.
“Steve,” she calls out, walking into the living room. He’s sitting there in the dark, his elbows resting on his knees, face buried in his hands. “Shit, sorry. Do you have a migraine, I can leave.”
“No,” he says, lowering his hands, sitting up. “You’re fine.”
Something’s off. Steve’s hair is disheveled and there is slight redness around his eyes. A part of her wants to leave, let him be alone. He clearly was having some sort of moment. But when she thinks of this empty house, how empty it feels, she can’t leave him to it alone.
“Are you ok?” she asks quietly.
Steve scoffs, looking the other direction and shaking his head. “I’ve been better.”
She racks her brain of ways that her mom used to comfort her. The many things that failed, and how even when she tried her hardest, the sadness was still there. Talking about it always helped, though. Just to get the pain out of your system and have another person listen to it. For someone else to know your pain, for someone else to listen that it’s there.
It was never a lot, but it was something.
Julie walks over to the couch and sits on the cushion next to him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Steve takes a moment before he finally says, “I know you probably got a lot of shit for not knowing your dad, and I know you probably wished you did on some level. But God am I jealous of you for never meeting him.”
“Is he really that bad?”
Steve leans back on the couch and crosses his arms, looking at the ceiling. “Yeah. But it’s more of the fact that I’ve never seen him long enough to know if he was any good.”
There was another thing that sometimes helped when she was feeling down. Similarities. People who could relate to her situation. Show that she wasn’t alone in the way she felt.
And while she couldn’t say that she knows exactly how Steve feels, but she can relate in her own way.
“When I was little,” she starts, “like really young, I would always ask when my dad would come home. When he would finally meet me. For a while, my mom would lie and tell me that my dad was in the army oversees, and that’s why he wasn’t around. And on Christmas, there would always be a gift that was from him. That was the most special present every year, because I could bring it in and prove to the other kids, to prove to myself, that I had a dad that loved me.”
She pauses, thinking back to the gifts that little her would line on her dresser. One for each year, each more special than the last. She would sit and stare at them, praying for a day where her dad would give them to her himself. Once she got older, the spell was broken. The lies were unraveled, and her world was shattered.
“Of course, I didn’t know they were really from my mom at the time. When I found out, I took everything that I thought was from him and put it in a box and went straight out to the dumpster. I wanted to throw them out, cry over the child that believed so hard for something that was never there. But I didn’t. After the lies faded, they were still gifts from one of my parents, it just happened to be my mom.”
The box still sat in her room for years later. Gifts that she couldn’t bear to give away, because it just proved how much her mom loved her. She pretended every year that Julie’s father was still around, just to give her daughter a sense of normalcy. Julie never appreciated it at the time, not until it was too late.
“I guess I’m trying to say that there’s sometimes a little good that comes from the bad. My dad was never around, and after a while, I didn’t want him to be. But my mom was. And those presents made me appreciate her more that she was.”
When she looks over at Steve, he’s looking back at her with a thoughtful look on his face. “She sounded great.”
She looks away from Steve for fear of crying. “She was.”
“I’m sorry you lost her, I don’t think I ever said that.”
Julie has become so used to people saying sorry that the words don’t even affect her that much anymore. Not like they did a month ago. Everyone is sorry, but there’s nothing anyone can to do fix it.
“What’s your good?” she looks back at him.
Steve sighs, taking a moment to think. “Younger me would always wonder why he was never around, why he was never the one who raised me. But looking back, I’m sort of glad he didn’t. That way I turned out to be a better person than he was. He couldn’t raise me to be just like him. Even if he still tries.”
“Is that why all the lights are off, because he’s trying to?”
“Yeah, got a phone call from him today. Told me I was a disappointment because I got the manager job at Family Video.”
Julie sits up. “Oh my god. You got it. That’s great.”
“Not for him and his stupid legacy,” Steve grumbles, repeating what she can assume are his father’s own words.
“Forget him,” She insists. “This isn’t about him, it’s about you. You wanted the job, right?”
Steve shrugs. “Yeah. I did.”
“Then be proud of it. You got what you wanted. Not because of him, because of you. You did that. Own it.”
He smiles. “I guess I did do that.”
“Not guess, did.”
“Whatever,” he laughs, the mood in the room shifting. “Thank you.”
She shrugs, “What are no longer estranged siblings for?”
He snorts. “Cheering each other up about their same shitty dad, apparently.”
“Yeah, apparently.”
. . .
“Well, I think I’ve seen all of the house that I need to,” Sarah concludes, crossing something off on the clipboard she’s carrying. “There is just one more interview that we need to do.”
A slight weight lifts off Steve’s chest, just a slight one. The house inspection has been one of the most nerve-racking things in his life. Someone going through every room in his house and asking questions about the most random things. Looking at his life in one of the most personal ways possible.
“Ok,” Steve responds. “We can head to the kitchen if you’d like.”
Sarah nods and follows him to the kitchen, getting herself ready at the table.
“Would you like anything to drink?” Steve offers. She politely declines.
He sits across from her as she pulls out a file. Glancing quickly at the name and seeing his own across the tab. Papers filled with information about him. He doesn’t know how much she can get before he turned eighteen, but there was plenty past then that he hopes she has no access to.
The NDAs he’s had to sign especially. He might be legally required not to talk about them, but the fact that he has them at all could be concerning. But those records would be sealed, right?
“So, Steve, you live in this house alone?”
“For the most part. My parents also live here but haven’t been back in at least a year and a half.”
He remembers that because they showed up for his graduation. Most kids went out to dinner to celebrate the day. Steve had to sit through a lecture on how he was going to fix the fact that he didn’t get into any colleges.
She nods and glances over the papers in front of her again. Each second without a question making his pulse speed up.
“That’s a long time to be away from the house. Do you take care of all the needs while they are away?”
Steve nods. “Yes. I have been given the rights to upkeep the house. So, paying all of the bills on time, making necessary purchases, making sure everything is up to date and replacing anything that isn’t.”
“And how long have you been doing that?”
He has the strong urge to lie but thinks that could be dangerous. But what is worse, saying that he’s only been doing it for two years, or since he was sixteen.
“I started to take over some of these responsibilities when I was sixteen. But that was mostly the financial stuff. Other normal chores I’ve been doing for longer.”
Sarah makes an almost startled look before writing something down in her notes, flipping to the next page before continuing her questions. Asking how long his parents would normally be away. If there was any change they would come home in the near future. How frequent these trips were and when did they start.
“What I am getting here is you know the financials and other necessities of keeping a good house very well, Steve,” she says with a hint of concern. “Even before you became a legal adult.”
If she only knows the things he’s done, the things he’s seen before becoming a legal adult. “Yes, that’s true.”
“Alright, let’s move on to the rest of the basic questions.”
She asks him if there are any weapons in the house. Basic safety questions to ensure that the house is fit. Then moves on to asking about him. When he graduated high school, where he works. What he likes to do in his free time. What his strengths and weaknesses are. General interview questions to get a better assessment of his personal life.
“You’re doing fine, Steve. You can calm down,” she jokes, marking one last thing before moving on to the last question.
He laughs. “Was it that obvious?”
She nods. “It always is. I just have a few more questions for you and I will leave you be.”
“Alright,” he rubs his palms gently against his jeans.
“Why do you think you would be the right placement for Julie?” She asks it with a smile, trying to make him feel safe but her words only making him panic.
He takes a moment to settle himself, try to think of what to say without it being jumbled. All the reasons seem obvious but not enough. To get her out of a house she hates. To give her a home where she feels safe. Be able to help get her through the rest of her schooling and help her go to the college she wants. Support her through the rest of her life, even if it isn’t permanent.
To finally be able to have the family he’s always wanted.
“I want her to be able to have a home that she feels safe coming home to. For her to have somewhere that feels like a home, that feels like a family. When we first met, I didn’t know what was going to come of it. But I knew I wanted to help her.”
He takes a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to put it.
“My father is a difficult man. He’s done a lot of things in his life that I don’t approve of, or would repeat. And I couldn’t help but think that I had to help her. She was a victim of his mistakes, something I knew how to manage. So, I got to know her. I reached out and waited for her to make the decision if she wanted to get to know me. And she did.”
Steve thinks back to the first few moments of meeting her. The sorrow for him in her eyes that came with the information she’d given him. Not even realizing that she’d given him the one thing he’s begged for since he was little. A sibling. He’d be stupid not to try to get to know her.
“I know I’m not what you normally see when it comes to potential guardians. And I know that there are people that are going to tell you that this is a bad idea. You might even think it yourself, without them telling you. But I care about Julie, and I want to make sure she’s in a house that can provide for her. That loves her. And if I’m not the best fit for it, if there’s someone better, I’m not going to stop it. But she seems to really like it here, she comes over almost every day. And it might just be because she doesn’t like that other house, but I can’t help but think that she likes it here. That she feels comfortable with me.”
Sarah places down her pen and looks at him, fully paying attention to what he is saying. It only makes him feel like he’s saying the right thing.
“All I want is to make sure she’s taken care of. That she’s getting what she needs to survive through this change. I want to be there for her while she grieves her mom. Even though she tries to hide how bad it is. I want to make sure that she can go to the college she wants to. I want to make sure that she’s happy. And even if you tell me this isn’t possibly, that I’m not the right fit for her. I’m still going to be there for her, because I want to be her family. Whatever that means for us.”
All Sarah does is smile and close the file in front of her. “I think that answered the rest of the questions I had for you. You did very well.”
“Thank you,” he sighs in relief. “When will I figure out your decision.”
“Well, I have one last interview to do with Julie, but soon. We’re moving quicker than normal as the state of that house she’s currently placed in is not meeting my standard. They won’t be fostering for us anymore after this,” she adds as if she isn’t supposed to tell him. “You should be hearing from me within the next week or so.”
Only a few more days until he figures out if this was all for nothing.
“Thank you, for even considering this,” he says while walking her out.
“It is always a priority for me to look at family members, especially those who care as much as you do.” She holds out her hand and he shakes it. “It was a pleasure meeting with you again, Steve.”
With that, she walks out the door and the inspection ends. Leaving him with what feels like misplaced hope starting to flutter in his chest. He might have actually pulled this off. Just might.
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Just thinking ~ Oikawa x Teacher!Fem!reader
Genre : Fluff, Suggestive
Warnings : Oikawa has baby fever, Mature actions and conversations
Ever since Oikawa has visited you at work he has been looking up random things about babies with some of his searches being
' Cute Videos of Babies '
' Baby clothes '
' How do I convince my girlfriend to have a baby '
The last one made you shake your head at how ridiculous it was, it would be different if it was a short lived thing but nope. It has been about a week and he just keeps bringing up the topic whether it be while your at work and he calls saying he was just thinking.. or when it comes to the bedroom he'll talk about how much he wants to put a baby in you
So imagine how you felt when he showed up at your job with lunch and a charming smile that had a lot of moms and your coworkers smitten, not surprised at all.
"Tooru" you said in a tone as if you were scolding a child, he gave you a cheesy smile as he walked into your classroom that was filled with five year olds eating their lunch "Oh hey babeeee, I was just on my way home from practice and thought why not stop and have lunch with my future wife" he said with a wink
You weren't going to lie, him talking about marrying you made your heart flutter but you quickly shook it off. Giving him a glare you were about to ask him to leave since he would distract you, but before you could say anything a small voice spoke up "Eekkk! Is that mister Oikawa!" one of your students Maddy said with excitement in her seat as she happily waved at your boyfriend
Tooru smiled waving back with a lunch bag in hand "Are you here to eat with us?" She asked along with some other students who had hopeful eyes "Sorry Maddy mister Oikawa was just about to leave" you said giving her a small smile before sending a glare at your boyfriend "Please Miss L/n I'll try my best on my shapes pleaseeee" she begged looking at you with sad eyes
Looking over at Oikawa he did the same face "Yeah pleaseee I promise I'll behave" he said childishly with a pout making you sigh as you placed a hand on your forehead trying to stop yourself from snapping at him and probably get complaints from your students parents 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
"It's not a big deal..just calm down" you muttered to yourself before reluctantly nodding making your students cheer and your boyfriend happily smile while he walked past you placing a kiss on your cheek before going and sitting at the small kid table, his long legs so far up it made you chuckle at how silly he looked
You sat beside Oikawa watching as he talked to the children while you all ate lunch, you quickly stopped one of your students who was about to eat some overly large grapes "Mika stop one second dear let me cut those for you" you said which she complied "I take your father forgot again" you said thinking about a rushed and hassled Kageyama throwing grapes into a bag and sending his daughter off
Oikawa watched as you carefully cut the grapes a loving look in his eyes as a dreamy sigh left his lips, Feeling a small tug on his shirt he looked down seeing a young boy he had grown close with since the little one said he also enjoyed volleyball and he had met his father a few times "Hm?" He hummed waiting for the boy to speak
"You must really love Miss L/n" he said making Oikawa slightly flustered at how a five year old could notice "Yes, How'd you know?" He asked which the boy shrugged taking a bite of his Pb&j sandwich "Because my daddy looks at mommy that way" He said kicking his feet wondering how the sandwich tasted so good
Oikawa chuckled patting the boys head "You're really smart you know that" he said taking a bite of his own sandwich that he had brought for himself as his eyes went back to you, watching as you cared and assisted your students
You waved at Mika as Kageyama left the room after apologizing for being late but you simply smiled and told him it was fine which made Oikawa a little jealous as he stood leaned back on your desk watching from afar as you bid the single father goodbye but soon enough you made your way towards him
Giving him a tired smile as he opened his arms letting you rest on his standing figure for a little while, placing a kiss on your head Oikawa rubbed comforting circles on your back to ease some stress. With a sigh you leaned your head back slightly to look at him making the brunettes eyes softened as he looked at your face
You furrowed you eyebrows "No fair how to do still look pretty even with paint on your face" you said making the man chuckle as he remembered the small painting session you had after lunch with your students that ended up in a mess "I'm just that hot" he said making you smile as you playfully hit his chest "Shut up" you whined leaning closer and placing a lingering kiss on his lips making the man pout when you pulled away
Running hands along your back he moved lower squeezing slightly making you huff and pull back "This is why we can't have nice things Tooru" you said walking behind your desk and sitting down as your boyfriend turned around towering over you "Aw come on no one would even know" he said running a hand through his hair "You're an idiot. There are cameras watching us" you said leaning your head back and closing your eyes
It was silent for a little while making you suspicious as you opened one only to see your boyfriend above you "Tooru what are you doing?" You questioned trying to sit up but he held your shoulders keeping you sat, he leaned closer, his breath fanning along your ear making goosebumps rise along your skin as he chuckled at the effect he had on you
"I'm about to put a baby in you that's what" he muttered making chills run along your body as he leaned back a smirk on his lips making you gulp "B-but the cameras" you stuttered shocked at what he was saying knowing there were people monitoring the cameras every once in a while
Humming he moved his hand along your jaw making you stare right at him as he uttered the words that made you unconsciously squeeze your thighs closed "Let them watch then"
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#oikawa toru x reader#haikyuu oikawa#suggestive#haikyuu fluff#oikawa x reader#tooru oikawa#not proofread
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There is a subreddit called "Kids are Effin' Stupid." It is filled with photos, videos and anecdotes about children doing dumb things. A recent story reminded me of an episode of my own stupidity when I was a kid.
I didn't study for a weekly spelling quiz and tried to cheat off my neighbor. I thought I was sneaky, but Mrs. Campbell caught me. She took my test and wrote a big, red "F" on top. She wrote and underlined "cheating" underneath the failing grade.
At the end of the day, she gave the test back to me and said I had to get my parents to sign it. I didn't want to show the test to mom or dad because I knew that I would probably get a spanking. Instead, I forged my mother's signature that night and returned the test to Mrs. Campbell in the morning.
I assumed I had gotten away with it until that evening. The doorbell rang after supper, and it was my teacher. I forgot that she lived only one street over. She told mom and dad about my cheating and my pathetic attempt at forgery.
When Mrs. Campbell left, my dad said, "Young lady, we're going to have a serious talk," and mom said, "I'll get my hairbrush."
If I had simply studied for the quiz, I wouldn't have been in that mess. If I had not cheated and just accepted a poor grade, my parents might have simply admonished me to do better. But no, not only did I not study, but I cheated, and I compounded my sin by trying to hide it.
I got the worst spanking of my young life that evening. Dad pushed me into the living room and sat on the sofa. Mom came in and handed her hairbrush to him. He placed next to him on top of the damning quiz. He hauled me over his lap and quickly bared my bottom by pushing up my school skirt and slipping my panties down. He put his hand on my fanny and said, "I'm giving you eight spanks for not studying," and he swatted my naked cheeks in a rapid, rhythmic fashion.
Daddy has big hands, and he spanks hard. I was sniffling before he started and crying by the last smack. Then he picked up the brush and rested its cool, smooth surface on my now warm behind. "Now I'm going to paddle you eight times for cheating." The first eight spanks seemed like a vacation compared to the vicious sting of mom's hairbrush on my already sore bottom. I was squirming and hollering, but dad held me firmly and delivered all eight swats to alternating cheeks.
"And now you're getting eight more for forging your mother's name."
Those last eight licks were the worst. Dad didn't spank quick like before. No, he was slow and deliberate, every swat much harder than the previous set. Each powerful spank was delivered directly to my little bare sit spots. I would definitely feel this spanking every time I tried to sit down for the next day or two. I was no longer hollering - I was screaming and struggling to get off of his lap. I was no match for his strength, and he held my tiny body down while he completed my punishment.
When the paddling was over, and my wretched bottom was on fire, dad stood me up in front of him. He held me by both arms and began lecturing me about truth and honesty. I don't think I heard any of it because I was crying my eyes out and trying to rub my backside. He must have asked me a question because he suddenly turned me to my side and gave my behind two more stinging spanks, and he yelled, "Are you listening to me, young lady?" All I could do was nod my head while I continued sobbing.
Mom made me write an apology letter to Mrs. Campbell before I went to bed. I'm certain I slept on my side that night because no matter how soft my mattress was, I would not get any rest with my bruised and throbbing bottom directly touching the bed.
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Questions for 15 Friends Tag Game
Tagged by @corishadowfang ^^
Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 15 people.
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Not that I know of. I think my middle name was after someone but, if that's the case, I don't know who.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
This weekend watching Days. That game breaks me every time.
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Nope and don't ever plan on it.
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?
Uhhhh, none.
I tried out for the basketball team twice in elementary school but didn't make the team either time. That school, and especially the coach, had it out for me though (I am neurodivergent had behavioural issues so they didn't let me do much).
If it counts, I was on the Improv team in middle school. That was a ton of fun and I would've kept doing it into highschool if the teacher who was in charge of the competitions didn't retire (no one stepped up after that)
Other than that not really anything.
DO YOU USE SARCASM?
Oh definitely. I grew up in an incredibly sarcastic household lol
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Uhhh, I haven't really thought about it...
Probably hair? That's how I tend to recognise most people, which is most definitely unreliable (thanks for that brain lol).
Shout out to that one time my friend got a drastically different haircut than usual, didn't tell me, and I didn't recognise her until she spoke to me lol
WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?
Brown.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Definitely happy endings. I have absolutely no tolerance for scary things.
My pour soul got nightmares so easy as a kid I wasn't allowed to watch Scooby Doo because it would keep me up at night lol
ANY TALENTS?
I'd feel weird saying anything artistic, because honestly I consider those skills more than talents (since they're something I actually work towards improving and not something that I can just do for some reason lol).
So alternatively, I think my talent is simultaneously have the worlds worst and best balance. Like I can fill up a cup completely (and I mean completely, there's a meniscus and everything) and I can bring that up to my mouth without spilling a drop, but at the same time, there have been several occasions where I have fallen out of chairs while doing nothing but colouring. I can walk across a completely rounded balance beam (like curtain rod look and size) eyes closed and backwards, but walking I'm tripping every other step.
I can also quack like a duck so convincingly I've tricked hunters lol
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
I'm not entirely sure...
Somewhere around the southern Quebec-Ontario border I think?
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?
Drawing, animating, reading, writing, and playing video games (and doing stuff for local theatre productions if that counts).
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Yes, currently I have a dog, Neve. She's a Golden Retriever-Labrador mix and she's very strange.
My brother also has a cat, but she lives in the basement and I never see her lol
HOW TALL ARE YOU?
I couldn't tell you the last time I measured my height, but I'm only a bit taller than my mom (4"11 and a bit), so probably 5"-5"1.
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?
Chemistry.
I love chemistry. I love balancing formulas. I love the experiments and demonstrations (even if when I was doing them I kept burning my hands... I swear I was being careful I'm just cursed lol). I love learning about all the elements properties and stuff. The math isn't awful (like in physics). And it makes me feel smart.
DREAM JOB?
My dream job is whatever I have to do to be able to make my own show (my current plan is making an indie studio) and also being able to make a living off of doing tables at cons.
I'm actually slowly but surely working towards both right now. A lot of just saving and planning at the moment but I'm getting there.
Gonna start applying for grants soon-ish, so wish me luck lol
I don't really have 15 people to tag so, uhh, open tag I guess lol
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I Think My Neighbor’s Dead Son is Trying to Talk to Me?
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Summary:
Wes Weston has just moved into Amity Park but there is something seriously wrong with the destroyed house next door to him. Espically at night when the wind passed through the rusted Fenton Works sign. (AU Full Ghost Danny)
(Phicc Phight prompt fill for kalyke/aggressivelyclueless)
The cold summer’s air blasted itself at the nape of his neck, chilling him to the bone. It was a threat, or a command from above to stop, but Wes saw something in the old Fenton Works, and he had to know whose eyes he saw in the brief flashes of lighting.
It started last week, his father had gotten a news anchor job in a medium size city called Amity Park, which according to the aged and weathered sign, was a great place to live. Was it really that great if they had to both underline and italicize the word? To Wes the strangeness of the sign was a single for the dull dread that was to come from life in Amity Park.
It rained almost everyday in Amity Park, and when the sun decided to show itself the harsh winds kept everyone in jackets well past winter. The buildings were a mash up of white colonial paint with tall white columns, pointed Victorian roofs, and décor that looked like it belonged in the height of the eighties. All together it created a visual disaster of a town that seemed both lost in time and missing whatever soul it had once had. In short, Wes hated it here. He wanted to go back to Oklahoma where the sunset wasn’t obstructed by something every day, and back to where his friends were.
Worst of all was the house next to them. It was a three story townhouse with a second metal house (It was a large metal circular structure with satellite dishes and antennas on top, and random metal poles connecting it to the house below) on top, and a dead neon sign on the side that read Fenton Works. The whole building was abandoned and dilapidated with half the windows broken and the other half bored up.
And Wes didn’t believe in ghost, he thought the idea was stupid. The dead can’t come back and anyone who told you otherwise was trying to sell you something. But one day at school he heard some of the other students talking.
“So, Kwan are you in?” Dash, school bully, high school football star, and future used car salesman said.
“No way dude! I’m not about to spend my free night looking for Fenton’s Ghost,” Kwan, the only one on the football team who had enough smarts go to college, said.
“Aw, are you scared? Is the Kwan-ster scared of an old house?”
“I’m not scared. We just don’t know what those people were doing there. What if they left a science experiment out and it gives us all cancer?”
“You’re being ridiculous man, they probably took everything when they left.”
“You never know dude. I mean… their own son died because of what they were hiding in the basement. They probably didn’t want to carry that reminder with them when they left.”
“But doesn't that make you more curious to check it out? My Mom’s co-worker’s second cousin’s boyfriend said she saw strange lights in the house last halloween. Maybe the Fenton kid is still there as a ghost!”
“Well, you and the girls can go deal with that. I will be home with fresh food, a warm blanket, and the new COD game.”
Wes tuned the rest of their conversation out. Instead writing down what he had hearn in his notebook. He didn’t know someone had died there. He assumed it was some business that lost all their money or something. But that would explain why every night as he looked out his window he swore he felt someone staring back.
That night as the rainstorm turned nightmarish, he pushed his chair to the window in his room overlooking the old Fenton Works. If someone lived there he could have seen right into their bedroom. What kind of person lived there? He thought. Were they cool? Did they also like video editing and video games? Or were they like Dash and took sick pleasure in shoving peoples heads into the mystery meat specials. Wes was sure he could still smell it.
BOOM! Lighting passed between the houses, staining everything a blinding white. He ducked his head and shielded his eyes, but in the bright light there was someone across the alleyway, with neon green eyes watching him. No, observing him. No, they looked like they were trying to say something.
“Who…” The question sat on the tip of his tongue as the eyes faded into the clap of thunder.
A week later, Wes stood outside the Fenton Works on a gray cloudy evening, Dash and Kwan standing beside him. The muted tones of the sky turned the world around them into shades of muted gray and blues, except the sign on the front door. The orange No Trespassing sign stood out like a neon flame.
“Are you sure they are coming?” Kwan said. He looked nervous.
“Yes! Paulina and Star just passed the Nasty Burger, they should be here soon,” Dash said. “Hey Kid.”
“It’s Wes.”
“Yeah, whatever, are you sure you saw something here?”
“Yes, it was as clear as day, there was someone watching me with these neon green flashlight eyes,” Wes began.
“Well you better be right. If we don’t see anything I’ll pummel your ass to timbuktu and back. Got it?”
“Got it,” Wes said. He had only mentioned it to them because he didn’t want to go alone.
“Hey guys!” Paulina yelled. Her and Star ran up to meet them with a bag of goodies.
“What do you got babe?” Kwan said.
“My Mom used to go ghost hunting all the time with friends back in New York, so she let me borrow some of her stuff. We have an EVP, flashlights, motion dictators, and this radio the ghost can speak through,” Star said.
“A ghost is going to talk to us through that little thing?” Dask asked.
“Well, kind of, the ghost will flip through the radio stations and use whatever words are being broadcasted to speak to us. According to my Mom it can be a bit buggy at times.”
“I think it’s pretty cool,” Wes said.
“Thanks dude! I think it's amazing. I didn’t know she had all this stuff,” Star said.
“And what did you bring Paulina?” Kwan asked.
“My Mom made me bring a cross, a bottle of holy water, and a knife, just in case. God, she is so annoying,” Paulina pulled out a nine inch hunting knife as she said this.
“Holy Shit! Paulina’s packing!”
“Don’t shout it Kwan! Do you want to get the cops called on us?” Paulina shoved the knife back into her low rise jeans.
“Sorry.”
“On that note let’s get in there, Wes you go first,” Dash said.
“Me? Why me?”
“Cuz’, you saw the ghost first, now go before it tries to rain on us.” Dash pushed Wes forward.
The inside of the Fenton works was worse than the outside. A pipe had burst some time ago and the carpet smelled of sour mold. There were some lights from the windows but the rest of the home was dark. Their shoes squished on the carpet, and the standing water threatened to fill their shoes. Through the groans of disgust and fake puking the teenager found their way to the staircase. The downstairs had nothing in it besides a broken stove and a fridge that had been locked shut. Dash and Kwan tried to pull on it but the lock hadn’t rusted through yet.
The upstairs was picked clean as well. The fading sunlight showed spots on the wallpaper where pictures once hung proudly on display, but now there were brightly colored spots along the fading wall. Dash kicked open a door that was stuck and yelled for the rest. This room had everything, a bed, computer, desk, faded space posters, and action figures along the wall.
“Woah! Do you think this is his room?” Paulina asked.
“Whose room?” Star said.
“The Fenton’s son, I think his name was Danny? According to the news he was messing around in his parents lab and suffered a fatal accident,” Kwan said.
“And his parents left everything behind?” Wes said. He noticed a large window that looked directly into the building next door.
“Maybe it was too hard. I hear some parents won’t touch anything that belonged to their kids after they pass,” Paulina brushed the dust off the computer monitor.
“That is… understandable, but they didn’t even take his clothes with them. Apparently the kid wore briefs,” Dash was rummaging through the drawers.
“That’s fucked up, Danny didn’t deserve this,” Kwan said.
“Did you know him?” Wes said.
“Yeah, we were in the third grade together. I wasn’t really friends with him, he was friends with Tucker, the nerd kid. But he was nice. I remember he did his whole show and tell about space and what it took to become an astronaut,” Kwan said. “We didn’t share a fourth grade teacher, but the school had an assembly when he died.”
“That’s rough buddy,” Dash patted his friend on the back.
“It’s okay. I didn’t really know him too well, but I felt bad for his sister. She was in sixth grade and during the assembly all she did was cry.”
“I would too. That’s a lot for a kid to go through,” Star said. “But maybe you can talk to Danny one more time with the radio.” The radio turned on with a loud static noise, with garbled speech mixed in as the dial moved back and forth. “DANNY IF YOU ARE HERE PLEASE LET US KNOW!”
“Do you have to yell?” Paulina said. Wes could only hear her because he was standing next to her.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY PAULINA?”
“NOTHING!”
“OKAY!”
“DANNY IF YOU ARE STILL HERE, MAKE THE RADIO SAY YES!” Star yelled.
The radio flickered between a few channels “...zzzz…Now…Yes sir!...Home…”
“KWAN DID YOU HEAR THAT! DANNY IS HERE!”
“STAR THE RADIO IS TOO LOUD!”” Kwan yelled
“WHAT!”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD STAR!” Kwan grabbed the radio and turned down the volume. “Does it have to be that loud?”
“Yes, we have to make sure the ghost can hear it.”
“Star the ghost is dead, not deaf,” Dash said. “Here Wes grab the radio and let’s do it again.”
“Why me?”
“Because you saw the ghost, maybe it left some ghost trace on you that will make the radio work better.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works but whatever,” Wes took the radio from Kwan. “Hey Danny, are you here?”
The radio flickered, “zzz…YES sir you are getting …. Yes … hello…zzz”
“Omg did you hear it! He said yes! Quick, someone ask him another question!” Star began to jump with joy.
“Danny, how old are you?” Paulina asked.
“zzz…Now for the low price of nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine…zzz”
“Danny, how did you die?” Dash asked.
“zzz… Supernatural … GHOST! … Home … Man … zzz”
“What does that mean?” Dash said.
“I don’t know. Danny, can you try again, we don’t understand?” Paulina said.
“Zzz… Ghostly ghouls .. you are now entering … ghost! … Twilight Zone …”
“Did you guys understand that? Paulina said.
“Nope.”
“No.”
“Something about ghosts?”
“Nah. Try something else, like where did he die?” Wes said.
“Danny, where did you die?” Paulina asked the box once more.
“Zzz… deep down below … Dad’s workshop … she opened the basement door … AHHH! ..zzz”
“It sounds like it was in the basement?’ Wes said.
“I don’t wanna walk through that carpet again, it’s so gross.” Star said.
“You don't have much of a choice Star,” Dash said.
“Here Babe, I’ll carry you,” Kwan scooped her sup in his arms.
“Awww! Thank you Babe!”
Paulina looked to Dash. “What?” Dash said.
“Nothing,” Paulina rolled her eyes.
The basement smelled of rot and decay, and like Danny’s room it was filled with stuff. Parts of the room had a strange green glow to it. It wasn't bright enough to illuminate anything, but when Wes moved his flashlight he could see it was emitting some light.
“Okay Danny, what happened here?” Wes asked.
“Zzz.. Zone … just turn it on and … bright lights of the city … hole deep below…zzz”
“Did you turn one of your parents' experiments on?” Star asked, her arms wrapped around Kwan’s neck.
“Zzz.. yes.. Pain.. lights … AHHH!...zzz”
“Omg! Kwan did you hear that?”
“Yeah, poor Danny.”
“Danny, why haven’t you left yet?” Wes asked the box.
“Zzz … Mommy … Daddy … Jazz ha- … alone … zzz”
“Oh Danny,” Paulina sounded like she was about to start crying soon.
“Danny, your parents left. Why don’t you follow them?” Wes asked.
“Wes! You can’t just ask a ghost that?” Star said.
“Why not?”
“Ghosts are stuck where they die, Danny can’t leave.”
The radio box sprung to life once again, “zzz… no! … he’s stuck in quicksand … Mommy! …zzz”
“Well can we do anything?” Wes asked Star.
“We can help him pass on, usually you just have to find out what killed them or tell a relative some dark secret or something. My Mom was telling me that ghosts only stay behind when they have unfinished business.”
“Okay kid, what do you want?” Dash asked.
“Zzz… Mommy and Daddy … Jazz hands … Okay! Okay! Okay! … Love you! … zzz”
“Uhhh kid, we don't know where your parents are, can we do something else?” Dash said.
“Dash! Don’t be so mean,” Paulina shouted.
“What, it’s the truth, nobody knows where the Fentons moved to. Plus I heard that the Dad was thrown in prison for child endangerment anyways. We can’t bust him out of prison,”
The radio box flew out of Wes’s hands, the volume rising as the box did.
“zzz… Mommy! DADDY! MOMMY! DADDY! … zzz” Junk started flying around them, slamming against the walls and trying to slam against them.
“Oh shit! Run!” Dash shoved Wes out of the way and b-lined it to the door. Paulina grabbed Wes and they followed Kwan up the stairs. The floor rocking as they ran through the water and mold. Wes slammed the door shut behind them and kept running with the others into the night. He looked behind once to see a pair of eyes watching them.
#Full dead AU#dead child#Dead Danny#child Danny#Danny Phantom#Phic Phight 2022#Fanfiction#fanfic#writing#Wes Weston#A listers#Dash Baxter#Kwan#Paulina#Star
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