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shinjisdone · 1 year

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When you have an Secret Admirer - and it's not them (Pomefiore; 5)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that ‘secret admirer’ - everyone wants to help you out…but have their own reason for it.

'I've kept writing you about the things that you did that enchanted me...but without wanting to sound cliché, I also fell for your beauty...'

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 1: Heartslabyul

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 6: Ignihyde

Part 7: Diasomnia

It's best if you stay in your room for a few days, you thought.

After faking feigning an injury after the...flower fruit fiasco to Crowley (and him letting out a speech of how gracious he is for allowing you to rest) you've let everyone know that you needed quiet. And. Silence. Even Grim left you alone.

It was calming in a way. Just you and your thoughts, as well as the four love letters lying on the desk. Until a little ring caught your attention and you opened up a message on your phone.

Letting the image sink in it was a photo of a frustrated Vil with his make-up smudged.

'guy is taking the piss hahah' - Epel wrote you.

'What's in front of him?'

You couldn't help it. The curiousity took the best of you, especially when the Vil Schönheit looked this laughably angry.

'someone won a magic mirror on an auction and its messin with everyone. says it shows everyones real beauty when looked at but it shows nothin when we stare at it. no reflec tion and its makin Vil angrier than squirrel with a nut that dont crack lololol'

The boy sent you another image and it was of Rook trying to calm Vil down, who attempted to get the mirror out of the dorm. It made you chortle.

'lol why care about some phony mirror when Pomefiore is filled with real ones'

'I can update u (Name) if you want. Funniest thing that happens in this dully stuck up place'

Epel's comment made you smile. Even when he can get a bit temperamental, which you can't blame him for since he has to live with Vil, the boy does try to cheer you up. He must have heard of everything by now and even if he didn't, Deuce probably told him of your mood. It was sweet of him.

'Sure, might be fun to watch'.

Perhaps you shouldn't have answered like that.

Epel Felmier

Epel is no idiot.

He's aware of how you must be feeling so he tries to be seldom with his calls and presence. If it weren't for all the things that had happened this month for him notice, then it was Deuce's unusual worried frown.

He was so...quiet. Almost looking depressed when he told Epel of the first letter. He tried with effort to explain what had happened but ended up unwittingly admitting his displeasure at the change. He seemed to miss you and you've become reversed yourself. It was a bit of a bummer.

Epel tried hard to play it cool. Although behind closed doors, he'd mumble profanities in the usual accent he'd hide. These rumors were true. Big, richy colleges are full of drama, just like his village said! Why do things gotta be so unnecessarily complicated??? It doesn't make any sense to him.

Epel wouldn't bat an eye at gestures of love and grand confessions (he feels still perplexed though) but all of this was for you. It was no happenstance like usual, no, you aren't just being involved due to coincidence - all of this is happening because of you and for you.

What are ya, a princess waitin' for a knight in yer tower??? It's just????

Less upset and more puzzled. But he wouldn't know how to deal with that either.

Nevertheless, he convinced you to leave your room for a while after school hours...just a small visit that shouldn't take too long...

Rook Hunt

Oh, la la~

This is quite exciting for him. Love letters and confessions are things ususally told in fairytales, so seeing all of this unfold in this very school is quite the entertainment and Rook wants to be seated at the number #1 spot to witness it.

It's less of a creepy reason and more one of fascination. This is a one-in-a-lifetime chance and he always loved romance! He wants to see what this secret admirer is capable of. What they are ready to do for love.

Although he feels...disadvantaged? Challenged? Is it rivalry? Jealousy or true fascination?

As a hunter himself, he should know best how to capture hearts yet he feels like a freshly-born scholar looking up to his teacher. And out of all hearts they are attempting to capture it is yours...

Love can hurt...but it isn't supposed to make you uncomfortable, no?

Ever since he heard the rumors - and especially after he found out they are true - he has kept an eye on you. Without your knowledge of course...

Is the hunter learning...or keeping his prey for himself?

Vil Schönheit

The fairest of them all is a bit distracted, you see.

Aside from this wretched mirror, the senior could barely believe that out of all people...you get love letters.

However, with Leona's sudden interest in anything really and Kalim's lack of cheerfulness, things have become odd - now having rumors be confirmed by Azul (he was a witness!), Vil must believe it.

Even Epel is more on his phone than ever...

Vil isn't...apalled by the idea of you getting attention. He is just the one who usually gets it! But none of his fans' determination compare to that of your admirer. It's strange.

...Thats what he deduces first. Then it becomes ridiculous at the realization of it! You??? Getting more attention than Vil???

Do not misunderstand, Vil is not excluding the possibility of you having a secret admirer but the amount they are doing for you even leaves him a bit stumped.

He isn't sure if he should congratulate you or give into his jealousy. Jealousy of you getting more attention or your attention being snatched away from him? He isn't quite certain of it either.

It's better to distract himself with some puny mirror than keep on pondering about it.

Discreetly making your way to Pomefiore, you swiftly passed by other students, ones who had long started to avoid you. It was believed that your presence alone even summons the secret admirer...so some would take shelter from their strange pranks by getting out of your way. Sure, there were some who showed sympathy, asking about your well-being or even joking when that admirer will finally capture your heart...or if they have already.

Admittedly, you did not feel like meeting either of these kinds of guys...thankfully Epel picked you up quickly, either using his shy mask or temperamental yells to get you out of any situation - and soon, you found yourself in front of that mirror. Just as Epel stopped snickering as he showed you more photos, his head would turn to you and back to that mirror...with a surprisingly soft stutter, he pointed to it.

"Er...it ain't a phony, after all..."

...Why were you able to see yourself?

'...The one who can see themselves here is the true beauty of this school.'

Epel Felmier

Uh, what???

Why are ya able to see yourself in every angle possible? How come the background changed to every possible scenery that suited you so perfectly? With you standing out so marvy too???

That can't be it...is that seriously one of those infamous 'pranks' of that secret admirer everyone's been prattlin' about?

...Your secret admirer?

That can't be it. The (Name) he knows couldn't...have something like that...but it's true.

As Epel watches your face bloom like a magnolia in May, he finally understood Deuce's troubles deeply. It's one thing to hear it from someone on the surface and something completely different when you feel it deep in your soul too.

The boy stood there, as his yelling on what kind of phony mirror that could be transformed into mumbles until he was completely silent. His face scrunched up into a frown.

You look real pretty. He now thinks how you've always been real fine and fair but your reflection seemed so picturesque right now...all because of the darn, stupid smile on your face that you couldn't just wipe away, no matter how hard ya tried.

Damnit...what is this feeling?! How's he gonna get rid of it?!?!

Even as he wonders how others are gonna be up on your case again, the sweet lil' apple grew sour as he also wondered how much that admirer person was making you all happy and gushy now...

Rook Hunt

And here in comes Rook.

Rather, he had been watching you enter so elegantly and now admire yourself in that fancy mirror! He knew something was up with it and spying on Epel's messages, it was only a matter of time before your lovely self would find out about it!

The young man long knew that this 'auction win' was something from the secret admirer - with how they always end up involving whole dorms in their quest to win your heart. Rook has quite the keen eye himself...

Oh, he needs to be there and witness it himself! How exciting! What kind of creative confession will pop up this time?! How will you react?! It's all just trés bien!

Less worried about the consequences that may follow his dorm and more intruiged on how this pursue of love will continue. A true fairytale!

That's what he keeps telling himself.

Rook is torn between watching a beautiful love story unfold before him and being very displeased at the fact that someone else is trying to capture your heart.

How...unfair it all seemed.

But all is fair in love and war, no?

Shall he listen and learn from the admirer? To outwit them in every way and capture your heart himself? Maybe he should show them that this is his hunt and that they shouldn't mess with him.

Regardless, he's hiding it all too well behind a smile. Even as you hide your beautiful face bashfully and Epel trying to keep himself together and not stare at the scenery in front of him too hard and not for too long...

Yes, he'll stay back, like a real hunter.

Vil Schönheit

He hears the noise downstairs and wow, speak of the devil. Or rather when he thought of the devil. You just wouldn't leave his mind.

There you are with little messages starting to pop up in the mirror you were staring at...

'I wanted to have you see all the beautiful things about you when reading my thoughts about you...so you can believe me and witness them yourself in the moment.'

Vil raises a brow as your lovely reflection was overwritten by a dainty message, curvy and in red.

'You don't know how wonderful you look with a smile. It made me fall for you.'

And on cue, a bashful smile appeared on your face.

Vil, as well as Epel and Rook, jumped as they saw the many flowery poems of love spread around your reflection. It almost rivaled Rook's grossly exeggerated compliments.

"Now, now," Vil tries to stay calm as he shushed the mirror and tried to find out what the meaning of this is and by the Sevens, don't let it be the secret admirer. No, no, no, no! He keeps on shooing this...thing away, even if it can't really move.

Or...it can?

The mirror shrunk in size and used it's little attached wings ("WEREN'T THOSE DECORATIONS" - Everybody thinks) to gracefully flutter after you.

Is this some kIND OF TWISTED JOKE

FIRST THE ALCHEMY NOTES, THEN THE MAGIC FLOWERS AND NOW A FLYING MIRROR THROWING POSITIVE AFFIRMATIONS AT YOU

This secret admirer must be some kind of prodigy...

Does Vil not even stand a chance...?

He's confused and irritated. Not ever did he think things would come to this but seeing how someone actually has eyes for his numbre #1 potato sends the senior into slight panic.

This isn't like him.

But the turmoil in his heart is all so real and vivid...as is his determination to not let you be swooned over by anyone but him.

[yeah, I kinda feel like the vibe got from 'tralala oh a secret admirer? classic at a school like this how cute :)' to 'WHO TF...!? WHY U HAVING CRUSH ON MY CRUSH STOP IT' Hopefully this one is just as good as the other ones...dont feel like it does. You see, Vinland Saga...might have a chokehold on me :) ]

[If you get the 'IS THIS SOME KIND OF TWISTED JOKE' joke then u r really cool :) The fluttering, positive affirmation mirror just popped up as I wrote...and I had more ideas for Rook than anyone else. Would feel like Vil would be even worse with that what he had with Neige...even after his overblot, he just gives these vibes. Epel is just...r u kidding me. how am i supposed to be okay with that]

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst scenarios #secret admirer #pomefiore #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #twst x reader #gender neutral imagine #gender neutral reader #reader insert #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons

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ultralightpoe · 4 months

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Full House lll - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Omg. Me? Staying on schedule? Never.

Word Count: 10112

Warnings: None? Idk.

Part One HERE and Part Two HERE

(Thank you for the gif @psychecreations )

Enjoy!

“When’s the first doctors appointment?” Nancy asks, walking up to where you were currently standing at your jobs wait station. You jump, dropping the order pad you had been scribbling in as you turn to find her leaning on the wall.

“What? Why are you here?”

“I was craving chicken and didn’t want to hear Steves kfc imitation. So we decided to come here.” She smiles, rubbing her stomach ever so slightly. “Plus it meant I got to check on you.”

“Oh I’m fine.” You lie, forcing a smile on your face as she narrows her eyes.

It’s been 4 days since the Christmas fiasco, and 4 days since you realized Eddie was leaving. You tried to pick yourself back up the day of Christmas but ended up telling everyone that you were really sick and should shut the party down early. They had all gone to Steves and you were truly embarrassed to think of what they might have been saying about you.

God, did you have to ruin everything you touched?

“You never answered my question.”

“Oh? I was just sick. It’s not a serious bug or anything. I just didn’t want to get you guys sick on Christmas. That would have been bad” you lie again, feeling a coiling feeling in your gut. “Why don’t you go sit?”

“Y/n, girl I love you. But you’re showing.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Especially in this waitressing uniform.” It was true. Normally the old school 70s uniform fit you like a glove, falling just to your thighs and it made tips so much easier. Right now? It was on the tighter side…… which made tips even easier because your boobs looked great but you felt terrible about everything.

“Does he know?” Nancy asks, and you have to stop yourself from telling her or shove off. After a moment of silence she seems to take that for an answer. “Y/n….. Eddie needs to know.”

“Why? So I can trap someone else?” You laugh bitterly. “That poor guy has already put up with enough of my shit. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go grab tables.”

You walk past her, not giving her a chance to argue as you completely avoid looking to their tables direction and move to your own section of the floor to greet a new table.

Pam, one of your favorite regulars, sees you and greets you with a smile. “You never work Friday nights!”

You always spent Friday nights with Eddie and the girls for movie night. But Eddie ran and you needed to make rent so tonight Max was watching them.

“Starting now I will be. You want your usual babe?”

“You know it!.” She giggles.

Steve tried saying bye before they left and you pretended you didn’t see him as you took orders, by the end of the night your feet were killing you and you all but limped inside to where Max was sitting at the table doing college homework with her headphones on.

Either she didn’t have them loud or she was on edge, your guess being a bit of both, she knows you're there and turns to you when you enter the kitchen.

“Thank you so much Max.” You mumble, pulling out the tip money you had set aside for her. “I’m sorry I ran late.”

“No need to pay.” She smiles, pushing the money away. “I like spending time with them.”

That tight feeling in your stomach is back, digging in as you stare at the redhead. She had been part of the reason you chose Hawkins, Billy had (in one of his rare good moments) described the way Max seemed to blend in and find a home here. He told you about the friends she made and how she managed to grow into a brave person and you wanted that for your own. So, assuming she was gone, you moved out here. Little did you know you find her soon enough along with an entire group of people connected to your ex.

You had always been told max was dead.

Max had always been told Billy was dead.

You didn’t know how she figured you out until Eddie told you about VECNA and Lucas told you about his girlfriends sight for things.

“I…. I saw the tickets.” She admits, blush traveling her cheeks as you move to make a cup of tea. The cupboard was still broken and you couldn’t bear to look at it.

“What tickets?”

“You left your folder out on the table. I saw that you were figuring out where to go.” Max admits and you can’t help but tense.

“I just….. I don’t want the girls being surrounded by…..”

“Billy?”

“Yes…..” you admit, still keeping your back to her as you boil water. “And Eddie. I just don’t want them knowing that he left them. They adore him too much.”

Coward. Coward. COWARD.

“I’m not a mom, but I can get your urge to protect them.” Max mumbles. “But what if they end up hating you for taking them away.”

“Then they have someone to blame. I’d rather them blame me than themselves. It is my fault anyways.” You admit, tears springing into your eyes. “Anyways. Take the money, go have fun.”

“Do you need me again this week? I saw that you work on New Year’s Eve.”

“No. You should be going out with your friends.”

“The boys have a start of the year campaign and El is taking a trip with Hopper. I’m free.” She laughs, trying to break the tension built up. “I’ll be here at 2.”

You can’t get the words thank you out because of how tight your throat is, so you just mouth them as she grabs the money and passes.

Steve could not stop laughing when he saw Eddie’s face the day he brought the car into the shop, leaning over on his knees to catch his breath as he wheezed out.

Dylan, the other mechanic, kept looking over to watch the scene unfold as Eddie tried to focus on his friends car.

“Harrington.”

“Dude I know- it’s just that your face is so purp-hahaha.” Another fit of laughter and Eddie is debating throwing his drill at him. He was in no shape to be dealing with him today.

Truth was Eddie had barely gotten a wink of sleep, he couldn’t manage to. Not used to not having you beside him, or not having the girls night light and soft lullabies. It had been 5 days since he saw you and he was beginning to lose his mind and resolve.

Almost every night he nearly talked himself into going back, then he remembered Motleys broken cries as they carted him off and the way she clung to your hip. The way she screamed for her dad as Eddie attacked him.

Monster monster monster.

“Gotta give it to Hargrove. He knows how to punch.”

“Yeah well, hope he had his fun.” Eddie snaps, leaning back to make sure he adjusted the part correctly.

“Did you get him back?”

“I got a few licks in.” Eddie mumbles, feeling guilty about the pride that washes over him as he remembers the way he beat Billy's face in. That was motleys dad. As much as he enjoyed hitting him he probably just scarred the Metalhead for life.

“Oh a few licks.” Steve scoffs, moving to take a seat on the stool at Eddie’s workstation. “I know how strong you are Munson. You got more than a few licks in.”

“I shouldn’t have.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because Motley was right there! She’s gonna hate me forever.” Eddie scoffs.

“Oh you mean more than they already do?” This pulls Eddie’s attention, he had been doing so good about not asking but he was dying to know. What had they said? Were they happy he’s gone? Mad that he fought Billy?

“What’d they say?”

“Not much of anything. Nancy knows something is up but your girl is keeping her lips sealed pretty well. I didn’t even know about your fight with jackass until I saw your face.”

“But you said they were mad.”

“Yeah man, you missed Christmas and just dipped. Leaves a bad impression.”

“Oh whatever. They are better off, I just ruin everything.”

“Oh. My. God.” Steve gasps, looking at Eddie like he’s figured everything out. “You’re self sabotaging!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! You think you’re the bad guy and so you’re trying to run away which is just making you even more of a bad guy which means my wife can stop threatening to shave your head.”

“I….. no man you don’t get it.”

“I do get it. I get it more than anyone else and let me be the first to tell you that you’re being a massive idiot.” He sighs, standing up. “Motley was waiting by that window to spot you that entire day.”

“S……she was?”

“Yeah Munson. She was.”

“I just….. I don’t want to be the one holding them back. I don’t want her to hate me.”

“Did you ever think that maybe Motley chose you? Like you chose Wayne?” Steve asks, watching Eddie deflate before his eyes before turning to the car. “I’m not paying by the way. Consider my advice enough.”

“Ass.”

Eddie spends the day of New Year’s Eve by the phone, fighting the urge to call.

What would he say? How would he explain?

No. Don’t call. This is for the better.

Yes. Call. Just pick the phone just for the chance to hear your voice.

God damn when did life get so complicated?

“What are you doing?” Wayne asks, watching eddie from his spot on the couch. “Quit wearing down my carpet.”

The carpet has been worn down since Eddie had moved in, but he chooses not to comment instead he sits by the phone, keeping his pinky on the handle of the plastic and glaring at it.

“You expecting a call?”

“No.” Eddie groans, rubbing his chest to try and relieve some of the pain built up. God he missed you guys. “Fuck. I’m gonna go smoke.”

He rushes to the back porch before Wayne could argue, hearing the old man laugh as he slams the door.

There is a dog out there when he exits, chewing on a stick found from the trees and sitting right by the fence. Upon looking a little closer he sees that the dog actually seems caught under the fence, like he was trying to sneak in.

“Jesus.” He murmurs, keeping the joint between his lips as he walks up, socked feet stepping on sticks and stones making him grunt out and try walking on his tippy toes.

He looks back with a smile, expecting a giggle from one of the girls at his weird walk before he realizes he’s alone. Shit.

The dog is panting patiently when Eddie comes up, and the man reaches a hand to let him sniff before moving to help. The dog chooses to kiss at his arm, tongue lapping at the skin as Eddie lifts the fence to try and help free him.

“Why you sneaking in pal?” He grunts, bending the fence. “You hungry?”

Within moments the dog is out, jumping up and kissing at his face for being rescued. “God. Motley would love you.”

“Shhhhh Ziggy.” Motley whispers to her baby sister, pulling her closer to the corner. The way daddy eddie set up her room was perfect.

He had put her bed in the center which left a small corner by her nightstand hidden from the door.

Over the past week she had looked for Daddy Eddie’s number, finding it sprawled under the label emergency numbers where he had written it under Wayne.

It was so weird that Daddy Eddie called his dad Uncle Wayne. Adults were so confusing.

Before you had left for your shift that night you made sure to wish Motley a happy new year and made her promise to behave. Little did you know that she had crossed her fingers behind her back.

The second you were gone she dashed to grab the closest phone, pulling it into her room and hiding it as Max struggled to cook nuggets for dinner.

Later that night when Auntie Max was reading on the couch Motley tiptoed to Ziggys room before sneaking her sister out of her crib and tip toeing back as Ziggy giggles happily.

“Sissy…” She giggles, pulling at Motleys cheeks happily. “Zigsy.”

“No your Ziggy silly. I’m motley.” She corrects as she shuffles with her sister in an awkward half hold half walk carry until they are in the corner. “Okay Ziggy. Sissy needs your help. You remember the plan?”

“Zigzy!”

“Oh boy…..”

The phone rings late, and Eddie sits up in the couch to lean his upper body to answer it, stressed and annoyed.

The stray dog lifts their head, huffing at being woken up and tilting to hear, one ear shooting up. “Easy Zeppelin.”

The dog barks, and Eddie likes to think he enjoyed the name as he picks the phone up. “Munson residence.”

God it felt weird saying that again.

“DADDY!” Motley whispers, sounding scared. Eddie is instantly up, standing on his feet and swiping at his face to wake up a little more.

“Motley? What’s wrong baby?”

“Someone’s trying to get in daddy.”

“Get in where? Where are you?” He’s already reaching for his keys, heart beating through his ears as his hands shake.

“We’re at home.” She whines.

“Where’s mommy?”

“At work!” Fuck. “Okay. Okay. Just hide. Just like daddy told you, remember? If anything happens, hide. You know where Ziggy is?”

“She’s with me.”

“Good girl. Get under your bed or in your closet. I’ll be right there.” He mumbles, calling out to Wayne to grab the phone before booking it out of the trailer.

He gives no time for the van to warm up, tearing out of the trailer park so quickly he’s sure he hit someone’s patio chair, mumbling under his breath a panicked “fuckfuckfuck”

The van is uneven as Eddie pulls in quickly, shifting gears to park so hard it makes a grinding sound before he is swinging the door open and tearing out. His feet hit the gravel before the grass as he rushes to the front door, using his shoulder to shove it open harshly.

A scream tears out in to the air at his entrance before a book is thrown at him which makes him yell out at whoever is in the house.

“EDDIE?!”

“MAXINE?!” He snaps, blinking at her. “What the fuck you doing?”

“What am I doing?! What are you doing?! You physco!”

“Motley said that someone was trying to break in!”

“I put Motley to bed an hour ago.” Max grunts, confusion lacing her features.

“You’re babysitting?”

“Obviously.”

“But her car is in the front.” Eddie felt like he was going crazy. “And since when does she work nights?!”

“Her car wouldn’t start so she took the bus today.” Max sighs, rolling her eyes. “And she needs extra cash. Probably for the plane tickets to get out of here.”

“Tickets out of….” Before Eddie can process her words any further there is a small pair of eyes looking around the corner drawing his attention.

Ziggy moves quickly, coming around the corner with a very excited giggle, walking to him as fast as her little feet would allow. “Da-Ed-ay!”

“Hey there baby girl.” He smiles, picking her up and swooping her into his arms to kiss all over her face. It was odd, just how much he missed this and it seemed like she had gotten so much bigger in the 4 days he missed.

“I swear to god I put her to bed. How did she get out of her crib?!” Max glares, right as the culprit behind it all comes rushing out to run at Eddie.

“I knew you’d come! I knew it daddy!” She giggles, running at him and throwing her arms around him tightly. “You came back!”

“Motley?” He starts, brain beginning to process what she was saying. “Did you…. Lie to get me here?”

“I did!” She smiles, peering up at him with big doe eyes. “I lied daddy! And now you’re here and you can take all my Barbie’s!”

“If you know lying is bad and you’ll get punished, why did you do it?” He asks, pulling her off before squatting to her level. “Metal head, that was very dangerous-“

A gust of air leaves him as her arms wrap around his neck tightly, tears springing from her eyes. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.”

“Motley I’m not mad, that was just dangerous and it scare-“

“No! About Billy. I’m sorry daddy.” His heart plummets, his brain racking to figure out what she was talking about. Why was she sorry?

“No. No I’m sorry.” He sighs, turning to see Max staring at them intently. “Hey max. Think you can take Ziggy for a moment?”

“Sure thing mop head.” The redhead scoops Ziggy up causing the young toddler to scream and kick, reaching chubby fingers out for Eddie. As much as he wanted to take her back he had to focus on Motley.

“Come sit.” He nods his head, leading her to the kitchen table sitting in the chair beside hers and angling it so they were facing. “Listen….. Daddy ha- Well I have been feeling really bad about Christmas Eve. I never meant to do that, or to attack your dad in front of you.”

“But-“

“I owe you a big apology for that Motley. And I don’t know what you’re feeling sorry about, pretty girl, but it’s not your fault and you have no reason to be sorry.” He murmurs, swiping the tears that fall from her cheek. “You have done nothing wrong.”

“I told Billy he couldn’t come for Christmas Daddy!” She blurts, her tears hit against his thumb as he keeps swiping her cheek. “I’m sorry!”

“No no no. You don’t be sorry.” He moves to pick her up, sitting her on his lap with her face pressed into his chest as he rubs his palm over her hair to try and soothe her. “Let’s just take a deep breath, okay? Then you can tell me what happened.”

There’s something coiling in his gut at her tears. Pain, anger, sadness. He truly could not tell, but he kept her close and rocked her back and forth to let her cry. When she finally calmed down enough to talk she started telling him.

“He was really mean daddy. And he kept t-telling me that y-you we’re gonna replace me-“ her body racks with sobs again. “He said you didn’t want me. A-and I was upset! But he w-was mean to you-“

“Easy.” He whispers, wiping her cheek once more. “You gotta breathe pretty girl.”

“He was m-mean. Said mean things about you daddy and mean things ab- I’m sorry! I-“ her sobbing gets worse and Eddie shushes her, choosing to rock her back and forth and keep her in his tight embrace. “And you w-were ma-you were madatme.”

“No no. I was never mad.” He sighs. “Daddy was never mad at you.”

“You were.”

“No, I was just scared. I…. Daddy didn’t want you hating him.” Eddie explains. “I just wanted to give you space. Having 2 dads is confusing. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“He hit you.”

“Did he ever hit you motley?” Eddie asks sternly, squeezing her a bit in comfort.

“He spanked me.” That feeling in his stomach settled on rage.

“That’s not fair. And you shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

“Please don’t leave again.” As much as he wanted to promise her that he wouldn't, that wasn’t a promise he could make. You probably hated him, and he would have to talk this out with you first.

“Let’s get you to bed yeah? Daddy will tuck you in.”

“I want mama.”

“Well she’s at work.” He mumbles against her hair.

“Can we go get milkshakes?”

“I don’t know…..” it was almost 10. Then again it was New Year’s Eve and he didn’t want you taking the bus home so this would give him an excuse to go pick you up. “Only if they have chocolate.”

“You already know they have chocolate!” She giggles, and he can’t stop the way his heart seems to light up.

It was a busy night, and the smell of the jalapeno nachos all your tables were ordering was making you nauseated and angry. You wanted to throw up, maybe cry, maybe throw up then cry.

Apparently a town next to Hawkins lost power so a bunch of people were driving to this place to have a good new years which meant you were going to be stuck here forever. You found yourself stressing about the bus’ schedule as you dashed to run food.

This is what you had been doing when you spotted him. Running a tray of jalapeño nachos to your table, keeping it a safe distance from your nose as you thought about the fact that you might have to walk, and there he was.

Standing in the doorway, leather jacket and wide eyes, as you caught him looking for you. And he was holding Ziggy.

What the fuck Maxine?!

“Y/n get a move on!” Your manager calls and you snap out of it, moving to deliver the tray as the host seats Eddie.

You hear Motley call out “mommy!” And instantly knew that they would now be sat in your section. Did it make you a bad mother if you admitted you would rather die than face him tonight?

“Mama!” Your daughter calls, making you look over as she slides in, Eddie sitting right next to her and then you are forced to confront this. You should have learned about birth control. Better yet maybe you should have practiced the art of condoms more.

Thinking of all the ways you could have prevented this situation as you gaze at your daughters adorable smiling face. God she was beautiful….. still should have used a condom.

“What a surprise. I could have sworn I left you guys with Max.” You try to smile, avoiding looking at Eddie as Ziggy reaches for you. You grab her gently, bouncing her on your hip and she starts playing with your hair clip.

“I got daddy!” Motley admits proudly, pointing to Eddie which makes you look at him. Your heart thumping against your chest, adrenaline rushing through you as he stares at you with those god damn brown eyes.

“Munson.” You greet, turning back to Motley. “Girls, stay in the booth for a moment. Okay? I’m gonna talk to him outside.”

You walk off after that, leaving Eddie no choice but to follow as he jumps up and runs to catch up. The winter hair hits you, and you immediately wrap your arms around yourself to keep some of the warmth, the crappy waitress outfit doing nothing for you.

The second you hear your name fall from his lips you whirl, slapping him in the chest to push him back. “What the fuck is the matter with you munson?!”

“I…. Give me a moment to explain, please.”

“Explain?! EXPLAIN?!” A bitter laugh splits from your lips. “Look. I get it. My life was a bit too messy and fucked up, I’d run too. But you bringing the girls here is just making it worse. You’re going to get their hopes and it’s gonna crush them.”

“Too messy? Who said anything about it being too messy?”

“WHY ELSE WOULD YOU RUN?!” Your voice raises louder than you thought it would, but you don’t back down. “And I don’t appreciate you talking to my daughters without me. Now I gotta tell them-“

The words ‘my daughters’ sound wrong, and you can’t fight the disgust that coats you as you trail off, eyes widening as he stares back at you with a set jaw. “I just mean….. I get why you left okay? My life is chaos and you were really nice for staying and pretending like it was fine. But those girls…. They can’t know you left cause of that. I was hoping, as shitty as it sounds, that after a couple years they’d forget. Y’know?”

You are swiping at your cheeks as tears stream down your face, trying not to look at him. You catch him moving up, his hands outstretched, but you move backwards so he can’t grab you. “Eds. Y-you should just go. Okay? It’ll be fine.”

“No it won’t-“

“It will. I’ll be fine. I won’t be mad-“ then his arms are around you, pulling you in quickly as he shoves your head into his chest and you get to inhale his scent once more. Doing your best not to outright sob.

“I was the mess.” He blurts. “I was scared, okay? I was scared that Billy was gonna turn everyone against me, and I was scared that I ruined Motleys Christmas.”

You scoff, trying to pull away, not really believing the excuse. Before you can fully move he wraps an arm around your waist, his other hand moving to your jaw to drag your eyes up to his own. “I was scared. I was a coward.”

“But-“

“No buts. I didn’t leave cause I thought you were a mess, baby I think you’re perfect and your daughters are so fucking precious to me. I…. You really thought I was running cause I couldn’t handle it?”

“I just-“

“Y/n!” Your boss calls from the door, looking exasperated. “You gettin sick again? Need to go? Or you wanna get paid so you can afford maternity leave?”

You tense again under Eddie’s touch, stomach curling as you try and take a step back while Eddie’s brows knit in confusion before he turns to glare at your boss. “She’s sick.”

“Fine. Take her home. Just have to transfer tables.” The man snaps, turning to walk back in before Eddie is whirling on you.

“Am I crazy or did he just say maternity leave?”

“Eddie….” You sigh, feeling saliva build up as you panic. He watches you, taking a step back just as you lean forward to puke.

The car ride is silent. Not the serene kind of quiet and more so the anxiety inducing type.

You had no clue what to say to him at this point. Suddenly everything just seemed to….. silly. You’re reaction and his reaction. You should have just called. Why hadn’t you called?

No, he should have called.

You were being a decent person and giving him space and “mama?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?”

“Ya!” Ziggy yells, making Eddie chuckle under his breath as he leans to turn the heater in the car up. It had been forever since you had ridden in this van, since he deemed it unacceptable to drive the girls around in since it lacked seatbelts or a backseat. Even now everytime he braked he means a hand out to block the girls even with Ziggy in your lap.

“I don’t know…”

“Please! Please please.”

“We will talk about it when we get home.”

Only there was no talking about it, the second you got home with the girls Motley ran to throw away her to go milkshake cup then dashed to your bed quickly which turned into a screaming fit when you tried to tell her no.

The word condom just kept circling your mind as you finally just told her to lay down, she did so and Ziggy soon made her appearance to crawl onto the bed.

Eddie takes off his shoes. Moving to lay with the girls as you turn off one of the lights so the room was dark enough for them to fall asleep, and then you shuffle to the bathroom to shower before bed so you didn’t smell like grease and beer.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes before you heard the door open and shut softly, you turn already knowing he is heading for the shower and watch as the curtain opens lightly.

Normally he would jump right in like he belonged there which would make you laugh, tonight he had a questioning gaze, trying not to over step. You give him a small nod and then the curtain is pushed aside and he dives in, still in his shirt and jeans.

“Edward-“ you warn before his lips are on yours in a searing kiss. He keeps one hand on your jaw to keep your lips connected as his other wraps around your back to keep you close as the water runs over both of you getting his clothes soaked. By the time you pull back he’s already working his way down your neck with kisses as you earn him again “clothes.”

The hand holding your jaw moves to cover your mouth quickly as he peers at you, giving you a fake angry expression that has you laughing. “Do not wake our kids.” He whispers before stepping back to undress.

The jeans take a moment to shuck off since they were wet but the second he is free Eddie dives for you again, showing up just how much he missed you.

You sit with him on the floor of the kitchen by the fridge, using the light above the oven as your only source of light while you both snack, keeping cuddled together in nothing but your robes.

Nothing has been said yet, and you were just fine with that, exhausted and happy that he was there. But he has to ruin it, of course he does.

“I’m still sorry.” He murmurs, scraping the cream of one side of an Oreo using the empty side.

“I am too. I think we’re both incredibly stupid right now.”

“You’re telling me.” He blushes. “I just…. There was a time in my life when I hated Uncle Wayne. I had this image in my mind that he was trying to tear me away from my dad. Fuck I just wanted to be with my dad, I looked up to him whether he beat me or not and- the way I treated Wayne and the way I hated him….. my dad didn’t help, everytime I went back with him my mom and I just ended right back up at Wayne’s with more bruises than last time. And when she passed I was the only one there to inflict it. Wayne for him arrested and I swore my world was ending, swore I would never talk to Wayne again.”

“You thought that was what was going on with Motley? That she felt like you were tearing her and her dad apart?”

“Yes and no. I just was trying to prevent that from happening, I didn’t want her to have to experience that choice.” He whispers, picking at the robe. “I just wanted to protect her.”

“She wanted to protect you too.” You whisper back. “That’s love.”

“Billy told her that…. That I was gonna try and replace her.” He gulps, and you stop smiling instantly. “And now that you’re pregnant, and as happy as I am because I am so happy, I need to make sure she knows that I’m not trying to replace her.”

“We’ll make it work.” You mumble, laying your head on his shoulder. “We always do”

He hums out, laying his head on top of yours and sitting in the silence for a moment before you break it once more. “Where are your rings?”

“Haven’t worn them since I got arrested.” He answers, holding up his bare hands. “My fingers were too bruised and swollen at first, then I just couldn’t care to put them on.”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go to bed..”

“Give me five more minutes.” He whispers, turning his head to kiss your own, keeping his nose pressed into your hair.

“Why?”

“I just…. I just want to be near you for a little longer.”

The sun peaks through the curtains, hitting Eddie right in the face which in return makes him groan out, moving the pillow around to try and block it. I’m his attempt to move Ziggy wiggles around, giving a displeased noise that her dad woke her up from sleeping before moving to lay right on his chest.

Motley does not move an inch, mouth wide open and eyes sealed shut, Eddie has to reach a hand out to poke her and make sure she’s not dead.

She wrinkles her nose, moving closer and shoving her face in your pillow, staying peacefully asleep.

You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, and he can only blink at you trying to straighten his eyesight as he watches you zip up your work boots. (For some reason I imagine go go boots with the 70s look. I don’t know guys. I….. I have no clue).

“You going to work?” He blurts, making you jump.

“Sorry, yeah. Max will be here soon to watch the girls. We agreed on it last night before I left.” You mumble, moving to grab your apron.

“I can watch em….” He whispers, staring at you. The way the sun from the window hits you makes you look angelic.

“Okay.” You smile, moving to kiss Motley and Ziggys heads before you move to walk away. Fully offended Eddie snatches your hand and draws you back, annoyed at the shit eating grin on your face.

“Baby,” he whines making you let out a small laugh and lean down to kiss his lips before rushing to leave.

He lays with the girls for a little longer making sure the blanket is covering all three of them before the day truly has to start and he forces himself to get up. Setting Ziggy down without waking her up was a difficult task but he managed, shuffling to the bathroom to change into todays clothes, thankful that he no longer has to wear all the shit clothes he left at Wayne’s when he originally moved out.

Upon exiting the bathroom he nearly trips over Motley, who had been sitting in front of the door. “What are you doing Metalhead?”

“You took forever…” she whines, wrapping herself around his calf which makes him smile. “I wanna stay with you.”

“Okay,” he answers, moving down to peel her off his leg and letting her climb up for a piggy back. “You’re gonna help me make breakfast then.”

“Waffles?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” He smirks, walking down the hall as the front door opens to reveal Max.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” She rushes out, face red from running. “I woke up a little late and-“

“It’s no problem. I’m here if you had other things to do.” Eddie offers. “Or you can stay and have some breakfast?”

“Sounds great. I’m kinda ignoring the rest of the group right now.” She explains, setting her bag down and following them into the kitchen. Eddie gets Max set up at the table, trying to set Motley with her but the girl wiggles and whines so he allows her to stay.

He listens to Max rant about the group as he moves around to make waffles, enjoying the easy feeling he gets being here. God why did he ever leave home?

“-And Lucas is just always set out to fight Erica. You’d think he had a crush on Dustin and wanted to date him. You know? I get it, your baby sister starts dating your closest friend. A little weird. But get over it!”

“I think Uncle Dustin and Auntie Erica are so cute!” Motley adds which makes Eddie chuckle a bit.

“Lucas is upset because he always thought they were in agreement that Erica was annoying.” He explains, bending down to set Motley down and bring the food to the table. “But it’s been months. Time to move on.”

“Exactly!” Max sighs right as Ziggy comes pounding in with an angry look.

“Alone….” She whines and Eddie smiles at her. “Aweee did you wake up alone? My poor little baby.” He coos, picking her up and bringing her close to kiss before setting her on his lap to help her eat. He already knew she would not be into the high chair based on the way even Motley was clinging to him.

Even now, as she used a spoon to shove waffles in her mouth, she kept a hand on his own arm to keep him close.

“I’m gonna work on mamas car today.” He explains. “I’ll be right outside. So maybe you girls can stay in here and keep Max company.”

“I wanna stay with you.” Motley whines, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“No it’s too cold. You stay in here. Okay?” And then Eddie gave her his puppy dog eyes. Oh yeah, can’t beat dads game.

She groans and looks at Max who smiles in return. “I’ve been practicing my barbie voices just for you.”

“Fine! But barbie is married to G.I. Joe! Ken is the villain. We’re not arguing about it again.”

“But isn’t it Barbie and Ken? Wouldn’t Joe be the villain?”

“Maxine.” Motley warns, slamming her tiny hand on the table.

“Fine. Got it.”

It didn’t last long.

Eddie had put on his mechanic suit, trying to keep warm as he took a look at what was going on with your car. 15 minutes in Motley came out wearing her snowsuit and smiling. “Look daddy! I can help!”

“I thought I said to stay inside-“ a laugh breaks out when she takes off the hood of the snow suit to reveal that she tied a bandana over her head like a hat. “That’s not how you tie it. Come here.”

He helps her tie it like his, telling her to sit a little closer to the grass as he keeps working, making sure the radio is on a station she would like as he does so.

By the time you get home she is making snow angels in the snow of the lawn as he curses under his breath.

“What’s going on?” You ask, making him jump and hit his head on the hood of your car. “Oh! I’m so sorr-“

“It’s good. I’m good.” He laughs, letting you fuss over him anyways. He takes his chance to kiss at you before you are pulling back.

“You are covered in car nastiness-“

“You mean grease and oil?” He laughs, keeping you trapped in his arms to rub his cheek on your shoulder. You yell out playfully, still trying to escape as he does so.

“Does this mean you guys are good?” Steve appears, dustin behind him. “Are you done being mad at me Y/n?”

“I was never mad at you!” Eddie keeps his arms around you as you turn to look at Steve, making sure Motley is good.

“Yes you were. I waved at you the other night and you completely ignored me.”

“I didn’t see you wave.” You reply and Eddie can’t help but laugh.

“I called your name!”

“It was a busy restaurant, how am I supposed to hear everything.” You scoff, pulling from Eddie’s arms and flipping your hair. “Come on Motley. Let’s go inside.”

“Just admit you saw me wave!” Steve groans, following you to the door before Motley turns to shove him and close the door in his face. “Rude!”

“Steve, did you just get beat up by a kid?” Dustin laughs.

“It’s Eddie’s kid. Does that count?”

“My kids are great!”

Things took a moment to get back to normal, but that was to be expected.

Eddie found the folder of all your research on places to go, running his fingers over the math you sprawled across the pages to figure out how you would afford it, he promptly threw it in the trash bins outside.

Motley stayed glued to Eddie as much as she could, and in the mornings when he had to get up for work she made sure to wake him up and give him a kiss by the door making sure that he swore to come back before she would dash down the hall and lay with you.

Makeup Christmas happened, except it was only Wayne that was invited and instead of a whole feast you guys ordered a crap ton of Chinese food.

Wayne came over early, sneaking around the back and coming in through the back door which confused the girls to no end but they were excited to see their grandpa.

Ziggy also proved that she learned 2 more words by saying “shit grandpa!” All excited and reaching her hands up for him to grab her.

He howls with laughter, scooping her up and throwing her in the air as she screams in excitement.

Everyone sits around the tree opening gifts, Wayne on the couch with Ziggy on his lap helping her open the gifts. Eddie sat by the tree, passing them out with Motley right by him and you next to her.

He pulls out an envelope that has his name sprawled on it and looks at you.

“I had a plan for Christmas. But I kind of had to redo it. I planned on giving you the stick, but figured since you already know I’d get the ultrasound.” Yoh blush, watching his excitedly tear it open.

It’s quiet for a moment as everyone watches him admire the photo, smiling from ear to ear.

“Anything you notice?” You ask, waiting.

“What do you mean?” He asks, before Wayne snaps his fingers and grabs the photo gently.

“There’s two.” Wayne grunts before his eyes light up. “You’re having twins!”

“Obviously….” Eddie mumbles, “we already knew that?”

“What?”

“The stick? It had two blue lines? So that means we’re having twin boys? Right?” Eddie mumbles, staring at you like your crazy.

It’s quiet for a moment as you and Wayne process what he said before you burst into laughter, the girls following even though they had no clue what was going on.

“Not even close boy!” Wayne cackles as you have to wipe some of the tears from your eyes.

“Does that mean you’re pregnant mommy?” Motley asks, turning to look at you with wide eyes. Your heart stops, going back to what Eddie had told you.

“Yes. Mommy is pregnant .” You wait to see her reaction and Eddie finds himself reaching for the gift he had added two days ago. “Motty. I have something for you.”

He snatches the tiny box, holding it out to her. “It’s a really important gift though. Okay?”

She nods slowly, taking the box from him and opening it just as slow. Inside held a simple chain necklace, but when she pulled it out it revealed that he had hung his mothers ring on it, the one he normally wore on his right hand by itself. “I was told to give this ring to someone very special. It’s from my own mom.”

She gasps, turning to him. “You’re giving it to me?!”

“Well yeah! You’re my oldest kid. My firstborn.” He laughs, moving to help her put it on. Then he snatches another box and hands it to her. “This one is for both you and your sister.”

She reaches for it and opens it gently, pulling out a heavy chain that has a dog tag connected to it. “Another necklace?”

“Well…..” Wayne laughs, flipping it to reveal what the dog tag says.

“Who is Zeppeplin?”

“Zeppelin, baby.” You correct, already standing up.

“Who is Zeppelin?” She giggles, which makes Eddie laugh, picking her up by her armpits to make her stand as you go and open the back door.

The dog, a young little puppy at most, snaps his head to the noise and wags it’s tail excitedly upon seeing you.

“Come in!” You smile and he bolts from his spot tearing up sticks to get inside. Once he hits the threshold of the house he is everywhere. Sniffing the fridge to the chairs, jumping on his hind legs to clean up the high chair where Ziggy left her banana. After inhaling that he bolts to explore more, completely missing the living room as he bolts down the hall to sniff all the rooms.

Once Motley sees the flash of fur she screams in excitement, which draws the puppy back and they both just feed off each others excitement.

She’s jumping up and down, screaming in excitement and the dog starts howling to match her while his butt starts wiggling at how hard he is wagging his tail.

“I am so excited for Chinese later.” Wayne murmurs, coming to hug you as Eddie tries to calm both the noisemakers down. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, you’re grandpa.” You smile, watching Ziggy from his arms just stare intently at the scene before her. “She can’t tell whether to be excited or scared.”

Wayne laughs, pointing to the dog and trying to help Ziggy see him.

Later that evening everyone sits around the table, Max with you all, as you pile Chinese food onto the plates. Motley keeps showing Max the necklace she got while Wayne keeps bragging to Eddie about his new Jean jacket.

Zeppelin chooses to sit by Ziggy, and it’s very clear that the dog has already figured out who will drop the most food. Ziggy giggles every time she drops a piece of broccoli and he catches it.

“Now we’re gonna have to watch her every time we give her veggies.” Eddie groans. “She’s got an accomplice!”

“Zeppy and Ziggy!” Motley cheers like their superheroes.

February rolls around soon enough, and your daughters biggest catastrophe had nothing to do with the restraining order on Billy, or her dads new bike (which she was terrified of). No. Motleys world was ending over valentines cards.

Eddie had helped her pick them out, little heart shaped cards that you could stick lollipops in, and had sat with her to write in them as you took Ziggy in for a haircut.

The only one that Motley had not written a card for was Troy, and now the morning of Valentine’s Day she was still panicking.

“I can’t write love cause then he will want to get married!” She explains and Eddie nods like it’s super serious. “And I can’t write like, because then he will know I have a crush on him!”

“Glad you can admit it.” He nods and she rolls her eyes. “Here’s an idea! Okay, you ready metal head?”

“Ready daddy!”

“You can write ‘from Motley’.” He laughs, watching her face go serious.

“That’s what I wrote on the others!”

“Exactly.” He watches as she thinks about it before nodding quickly and writing it down, tossing it in her valentines box and dashing to grab her backpack.

“She finally figure out Troys?” You ask, shuffling Ziggy in. “It’s been days.”

“She did. We decided on writing ‘from motley’.” He smiles, leaning forward to kiss you before leaning down to kiss your stomach then Ziggy.

“Stevie….” Ziggy giggles, running to the phone. It didn’t take long to figure out that she would be the one to run the phone bill up, even now she spent every morning learning to dial her uncle Steve’s number. She dialed Dustin once but deemed him “poopoo head.”

“Nuh uh. Come eat pretty girl.” Eddie calls, pointing to her chair. “Zeppelin is waiting.”

The dog, who just a month ago had been tiny enough to lay under her chair, now sat at full height beside it. Still a puppy, just bigger.

Ziggy runs, her little pigtails bouncing as Eddie picks her up by the overalls to sit her in the chair. Now trained Ziggy eats his dog food beside her rather than everything she drops, and if somehow someway some of her waffle drops in his bowl then it can’t really be considered his fault.

“Motley, hurry up baby.” You call. “We gotta go.”

“You good to pick Wayne up?” Eddie asks, moving to grab his lunch.

“Yes. I’ll drop Motley off at school and go and grab him.” Wayne had injured his hip, so today you’ll be taking him to the doctors to see what the plan was while Eddie went to work.

“Okay. And Ziggy is still good to-?”

“Ziggy and Zeppelin are going to Nancy’s, yes.” You smile. Nancy had just given birth to her third boy, and she liked having Ziggy over because she liked having another girl in the house.

“Okay. Tell me how it goes?” He asks, leaning to give you one more goodbye kiss as you nod before moving to say bye to Motley. “BYE BEAUTIFUL LADIES!”

The day had started off so well, you should have known it would only go downhill from there.

Wayne sat in the passenger seat of your car, irritated and ranting about shitty doctors. “I’m not doing it. You hear me? Just give me some Tylenol and I’ll be fine.”

“MOMMY!” Ziggy screams, from her spot on her car seat.

The doctor had told Wayne he needed hip surgery and could not work, which meant that Wayne was pissed and you were panicking about what to do. He couldn’t work which meant he wouldn’t be able to make rent and he would need some help to move around. Then when you got to Steve and Nancy’s she had told you that Ziggy had taken quite a stumble off the table and scratched her chin on the corner of the table.

It was a mess.

Both of them were not having a good day and Zeppelin was howling at their ranting and screaming and as much as you loved them you truly debated crashing the car.

Then you got home to yelling.

Eddie stood in the living room, still in his work attire with his hands on his hips and his eyes wide. “You’re in rare fucking form today, you know that?!”

The response to his question is met with a demonic scream from down the hall and you can only assume that Motley was having a bad time as well.

“I’m not getting a surgery, you hear me Edward?” Wayne snaps, limping to the couch.

“What the fuck are you on now?” He snaps back, looking at him annoyed as Ziggy rushes past crying. “What the fuck is going on?”

“It’s apparently a meltdown day.” You sigh, moving to kiss his cheek and go into the kitchen to make a snack for yourself.

Todays pregnancy craving was potato chips with lime juice and pickles, Eddie watches from the entrance of the kitchen with a smile as you settle at the table and enjoy your snack.

He moves and takes the seat next to you, following your lead on snacks.

“Why is Metalhead in ‘rare fucking form’ today?” You giggle, watching his face pinch in annoyance.

“I pick her up and she gets in the car, right? And then she just starts screaming at me! And I mean screaming. The entire ride home! And from what I gather Vinny didn’t give her a valentines card.” He explains. “God. She was yelling like she was possessed. Then I tried explaining that maybe it was lost and that made it worse.”

“Did she get one from Troy?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares either.” He sighs, rubbing his jaw.

“Okay, we let her ride out the fit in her room. We’ll call Steve later to see what happened.”

“Sounds great to me.” He smiles. “She scared me a little. Threatened to cut her hair and everything. Then threatened to cut MY hair.”

A small laugh tears from you as he steals the potato chip in your hand before looking to Wayne’s direction. “They recommend surgery?”

“It wasn’t a recommendation.” You sigh, grabbing his hand and tracing the tattoo. “I think we need to move the house around.”

“What?”

“If Wayne gets surgery he needs to be here. I’ll cut back shifts at the diner and help him out.” You start. “He won’t be able to use the stairs so maybe we can move our room downstairs which would give more room for the twins cribs in our room, but Ziggy has problems with the stairs and she likes coming in to sleep with us cause of the nightmares but-“

“Easy. Easy.” Eddie mumbles, turning his hand up quickly to snatch your hand and pull it to his lips. “We’ll figure it out.”

And so you did.

Eddie moved the house around, and turned the basement into a bedroom for you guys. Now with more room and your own bathroom down here he could set up the cribs.

Wayne took your old room, and though the man threw a fit the girls got excited that Grandpa Wayne would be living here now.

He got the surgery in the beginning of March, and Motley and Vinny were still fighting.

You spent your days helping Wayne, taking him to pt and helping him move around the house.

Motley and Vinny got put into separate classes which lead to a whole argument between Steve and Eddie about whose kid was the one to blame.

Life was a bit of a mess.

It all came to head at the children's father dance.

Eddie had dressed in a tux, making sure he looked good as you got Motley ready for the night. With Wayne napping on the couch with Ziggy asleep on his chest drooling (a daily nap these two took) Zeppelin follows at your feet, keeping close to you as you did Motley's hair.

“How do I look?” Eddie asks from the door of the bathroom. “I have a date tonight and I’m really nervous.”

“Daddy!” Motley giggles, rushing to him in her puffy little skirt, hugging him tightly.

“Alright you two. Let me get a picture.” You smile, rushing past to find where the camera had gone. By the time you got a picture of them Motley was rushing Eddie out, ready for the dance.

He struggles to find parking, and ends up finding one right next to Steve’s car, rolling his eyes when he sees Harrington fixing his jacket while Vinny reads in the car.

“Harrington.” He greets coldly, fixing his leather jacket and moving to open the door for his daughter.

“Munson.” Steve matches the tone, scoffing at Eddie’s jacket. “Little Munson.”

“Uncle Steve.” She huffs, fixing her hair.

“Really? A leather jacket Edward?”

“You look like you stepped off a Queen music video, Steven.” Eddie snaps, holding out his hand for Motley. Fighting or not they wait at the front of the car for Steve and Vinny. Walking into the dance together.

“I’m surprised that they even let you in here. Your child is a danger to society.” Steve snaps as they wait in line for tickets.

“Let’s talk about your kid giving everyone but my sweet Angel a valentines card. That’s barbaric.” Eddie defends, watching Motley wave to her friends.

“He didn’t want to. And I don’t need to tell him what to do.” Steve blushes, turning to look at something to avoid looking at Eddie.

“There it is again. You’re acting so fucking suspicious about that card, man.” Eddie points at him, silver rings glinting in the light. “Tell me what you know.”

“Tickets?” The poor woman asks, interrupting their stand off.

“Yes please. Four.”

“No two. I’ll get my tickets.”

“No I’ll get them”

“You’re not buying me ,Steven.”

“He’s buying me.” Motley smiles, snatching the money from Steve’s hands and setting them on the table before grabbing two tickets. “Let’s go get some pop, daddy.”

Eddie can do nothing but follow, letting the little lady lead the way.

After about an hour of Motley showing him everything and introducing him to all her friends she abandoned him to hang out with some of the girls in her class, making sure Eddie was okay where he sat at an empty table nursing a can of soda.

It felt like high school again, watching the way all the other dads surrounded Harrington as the pta moms that decorated huddled together and giggled in the corner. At least the kids were having fun.

Eddie wished you were here, you would be sitting with him.

“Jesus. Gary never shuts up.” Steve mumbles, snapping Eddie out of his train of thought. “I got you a slice of pizza.”

He sets the slice down, giving Eddie a weird smile as he scarfs down his own slice. But eddie wasn’t very hungry, instead he surveyed to check on motley and see her giggling with all her friends as they dance in a circle.

“Your kid has been sitting alone, you gonna help?” Eddie asks, looking to where Vinny sits reading a book.

“I tried earlier. He just said something about me embarrassing him more.” Steve sighs. “Then complained that I ruin everything.”

“What happened? I’ve never seen him alone at a party.”

“Have I not told you? Your daughter is the popular one. They made her move classes and he was left in their old class struggling to make friends.” Steve mumbles.

“Why don’t you get one of the many dads following you around to get their kids over there? It feels like I’m in highschool again, waiting for your cronies to shove me in the bathrooms and lock me in again.”

“How long were you in that bathroom, again? Two hours?”

“Three.” Eddie sighs. “I smoked and set off an alarm so the principal found me.”

“Sorry.”

“Wasnt one of your worst. I was fine.” Eddie shrugs. “Sorry about Vinny.”

“I have faith.” Steve sighs, leaning back in his chair. “I also cannot believe I’m at a daddy daughter dance.”

“It’s a father kid dance?”

“They didn’t want the boys feeling left out.” Steve explains.

“I see.” Eddie smiles, picking at the pizza.

“He wrote one. You know?”

“Sorry?”

“Vinny wrote one. He wrote a valentine for Motley and got her a big chocolate bar. But a girl made fun of him in the parking lot and he panicked.” Steve explains. “Ripped it up and left the chocolate on my car to melt on the seats.”

“I can clean that.”

“You can?!”

“Oh yeah. I got you Harrington.” Eddie laughs right as another dad comes to the table.

“Howdy gentleman.” He smiles, sitting down. Eddie has to blink to recognize, holy shit that’s Tommy. “Oooo. I’m sitting at the hellfire table. So scary…”

“Do you have a kid here…?” Steve asks, blinking slowly.

“Yeah.” He slurs, pointing to the young kid stuffing his face with marshmallows. “You guys want some whiskey?”

“Jesus. I smell it from here man.” Steve snaps, standing up.

“I’m driving. Hard pass.” Eddie laughs, standing with Steve.

“It’s so weird to me that you two are friends! That shit is like….. mind flowing!”

“Blowing.” Steve corrects and Eddie sighs. “Damn it Harrington. It was a trap.”

“Blowing is more for you guys, if you know what I mean.” Tommy laughs and Eddie shakes his head.

“How did you fall for that Harrington? You made that line.” Eddie grumbles, moving to find Motley. “Hey Metalhead?”

“Yeah daddy?” She asks, coming up with her cheeks bright red from all the dancing.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, offering her a bite of his pizza before looking back over to Vinny. “Think you can go help him out?”

“Yeah. I guess.” She sighs, kissing his cheek and rushing to find Vinny and bring him out to dance.

By the end of the night Eddie has danced to about every little pop song she wants, and by the time he is bringing her to the car it’s more of a carrying her situation as Steve tries to trip Vinny up.

“Have a good night Harringtons.” Eddie laughs.

“Sleep tight Munsons.”

“Shouldn't you be in bed?” Eddie asks, peering up at you over his book as you shuffle and pace around the room.

“Shut up.” You grunt, waving your hand at him. Your face is pinched up and Eddie finds himself sitting up and staring at you.

“What’s going on here?”

“Edward shut UP!” You snap, pacing back to the wall and holding your hands against it to try and breathe in. “Sorry. Sorry that was mean.”

“Are you in pain?” He mumbles, standing up and putting on his slippers.

It was your ninth month, and Eddie was anxious because he had never experienced the pregnancy part of it all before so every kick and movement made him worried.

“Eddie. Edward. Eds.” You grunt out, and right there something trickles down your leg.

“Did you just pee?”

“EDWARD!”

(Would you guys want me to keep going? I have more ideas {Especially Motley in high school} Feel free to message me if you want me to keep going or if you have any blurbs or requests for them in mind)

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carlossainzwho · 7 months

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love is embarassing

before i even go on about this fic, can i just say how RELATABLE this song is? it hits you right in the guts (which i think why her album was established but eh). BUT THIS SONG IS SUCH A BOP!!

ANYWAY

PART 3 Y'ALL!!

pairing/s: carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings: swearing and 100% not proof-read (and i'm proud of it), mentions of crucifying :')

part one | part two | part three

I told my friends you were the one After I'd known you like a month And then you kissed some girl from high school And I stayed in bed for like a week When you said space was what you need Waited by my phone like a goddamn fool

All of your friends gushed over your new boyfriend - carlos sainz jr, so hot, so rich, so handsome. y/n reckoned it was true love from the very beginning.

but then of course.

another girl seemed so much more interesting to him!

but he told you

that he was stressed, needed more time alone and wanted some space.

y/n was such an idiot

for even thinking that he would come back to her

with welcome arms

And now it don't mean a thing God, love's fucking embarrassing Just watch as I crucify myself For some weird second string Loser who's not worth mentionin' My God, love's embarrassing as hell

how, how, how?

had y/n done something so fucking stupid?

she'd told all her friends

'he's mine, he's the one for me'

but god

y/n would crucify herself

if it meant that all of the stupid stuff she had done would get rid of itself

and all that would be left of her would be nothing but the flames her and carlos' relationship had gone down in.

love sticks onto you like superglue

and my god

it was mortifying

And I consoled you while you cried Over your ex-girlfriend's new guy My God, how could I be so stupid? You found a new version of me And I damn near started World War III Jesus, what was I even doing?

he would never shut up about her, how maria got a new guy

damn

quickly

and y/n was there for him, every step of the way

she made him into the person he is today

yet it meant nothing

he found someone better

hotter

prettier

not even words could explain how hurt she was

she tried to pretend like she didn't care

until she truly realised she really didn't care

Yeah, yeah, I give up, give up I give up everything I'm plannin' out my wedding With some guy I'm never marryin' I'm givin' up, I'm givin' up But I keep comin' back for more

your heart always skipped a beat whenever carlos asked you to get ready, that you two would be going out.

perhaps, you thought, he'll go down on one knee

and you two would be happy forever, making a family and being happy together

but it never happened

and it never will

y/n gave up

she put down everything for him

but she wanted what she deserved

and she wasn't letting go so easily

note:

she tried to pretend like she didn't care

until she truly realised she really didn't care

yep, i got it from isa's tiktok!

anyway, thanks so much! lemme know if u guys are up for a part 4, and if so, what GUTS song? i love you guys, thank you!

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princessofmarvel · 2 years

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Boobies! Volume 2

Summary | You Are With Steve And Robin At The Family Video And He Still Cannot Stop Saying The Word Boobies . Part Two To My Fic Boobies! But I Think That This Can Be Read As A Standalone !

Pairing | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader! ( The Reader Has Breast )

Word Count | 533

Warnings! | Slight Spoilers For Stranger Things 4 Volume 1! And, Allusion’s To Smut? Kind of , Lol .

Requested | Yes!

Authors Note! | I Am So So So Sorry For How Late This Is! It Seemed Every Time That I Went To Write It, My Power And Internet Went Out, Lol . I Hope That You Enjoy This Though ! I cannot believe that I got The count to be the same on both of these fics too, Lol . And, as always, there may be some random capitalization and punctuation that is caused by my OCD! I hope that you guys enjoy this fic!

"Look, all I am saying Robin is that of course she laughed at the Muppet joke, it was my joke." Steve said to Robin while he was putting the vhs tapes on the Cart.

"It was Amazing Steve, like, You have no idea how amazing it was, Her laugh was so real, and so genuine. It felt like everything was just right, You know?" Robin rambled to Steve about how Vickie laughed at a joke she made during the pep rally.

"Robin, yes, I know how you feel, it's exactly how I Feel When Y/n Laughs At One Of My Jokes." Steve said matter of factly, while leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek, while you sat behind the counter catching up on some work.

"Speaking of Y/n, what movie do you want to watch tomorrow night?" Robin said to you, referring to the sleepover that the two of you had planned for the next day.

"Um, We Can Watch 'Fast Times'? I haven't seen it yet." You said to Robin, which made her light up.

"Oh My God, Yes, We Can Figure Out what Vickie likes from it!" Robin said Excitedly, Causing Steve To Roll His Eyes.

"We already know what she likes from it Robin, Boobies!" Steve said, Causing the two of you to groan.

"Not this again, Stop with the Boobies Steve!" Robin said, Handing him another Vhs tape to put on the cart.

"What is so wrong with the word Boobies?!" Steve asked a little loudly. You and Robin were suddenly happy that the store was pretty much empty, since the last customer had just left, not many people coming in because of the game that night.

"It's just weird Steve! Just say boobs, or breast instead!" Robin said putting her face in her hands.

"But, Boobies is so much more fun to say! Watch." Steve said while turning you around in your chair to now face them. "Y/n's Boobies are A perfect example of great Boobies, I have never seen a better pair of Boobies!" Steve said while gesturing to your chest in an exaggerated way, Causing you to scold him.

"Steve, Stop Bringing Peoples Attention To My Boobies!" You said while crossing your arms. "Do you want other people looking at them?"

"What?! No but apparently some people have already seen them" Steve said, turning to Robin.

"Hey, It is not my fault Y/n had a quick change and someone had to help her with it" Said Robin, Referring to one of the shows you two were in for the high school theater department.

"Yeah yeah." Steve said placing the last vhs onto the cart. "Those are still my boobies." Steve muttered Causing Robin to roll her eyes.

"Steve, Sweetheart." You said, making Steve Stop in his tracks to turn towards you. "Yes?"

"Stop saying Boobies, Do your job and put the tapes up, and maybe you will get to see these boobies tonight, Okay?" You say making Steve's eyes go wide with excitement, and with a nod of his head, he is off with the cart and putting the movies back where they go at the speed of lightning.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #stranger things #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #johnathan byers

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melloween-candie · 1 year

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Teenage pregnancy [C.G]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

A/n - Ok, so listen, I'm not the greatest at slang dialog, sooo don't hate on me, please lol I'm sorry, I tried, ok! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this. Since it was one of the ones I really enjoyed writing. Not to mention it took me forever only to end up putting this story into parts instead...

Warning! Teen pregnancy, Cussing, Small spoilers, Mention of virginity loss, Small mention of rape, Insecurities, Mention of paranoia, Depression, Lying, Traumatic event

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 1,405

[Angst/Fluff]

PART 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Y/n's Pov***

How could this have happened?! That stupid pill is worthless!

You were currently sitting on your bathroom toilet, panicking over the pregnancy test you just took. This was the fifth test you've taken this week, giving you the same answer yet again. You couldn't believe it. You only did it once!

You swore to your family that you wouldn't get pregnant as a teenager. You promised your mother you would avoid making the same mistake she and your two older sisters made. Yet it seems like everyone in your family either got pregnant or impregnated someone at a young age, no matter what they did.

This can't be happening! What the he*l am I gonna tell Carl?!

Knock, Knock~

"Yo, you almost done in there?" Your older brother, B/n, yelled from behind the door. "I need to take a pi*s!"

"Ye-yeah... Give me a second!" You panicked. Scrambling around the tiny bathroom, trying to hide the evidence.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm gonna come in!" He spat, jiggling the doorknob.

"Just wait! Would ya, please! God." You opened the door. "There! Jesus."

"What the he*l were you doing in there? And why do you have that? It's not even that full."

You were holding a plastic bag. Filled with bathroom trash along with your secret.

"So?! Why do you care whether it's full or not?" You spat.

"Jesus, what got you so moody?" Your brother gave you an annoyed look. "You pregnant or something?"

Although he said it with sarcasm, you couldn't stop your heart from bursting with fear when you heard him say that. You about froze in place as he gave you a questioning look. Then he proceeded into the bathroom.

Fu*k me... You started tearing up from the stress. Not again. You whipped away your tears once again as you left for school. Stupid hormones.

Time skip!~

You were walking up towards the school doors until you saw your best friend Debbie running towards you with a massive smile on her face.

"Y/NNN!" Debbie yelled across the schoolyard. "I-huff huh-huff..." When she got to you, she was practically a wheezing mess.

She inhaled a loaded bunch of air before screaming, "I'M PREGNANT!!!"

Her screaming caused some unwanted attention to occur.

"WHA-WHAT!?!?" Your face dropped. "Since when?!"

You draped your arm on Debbie's shoulder as you both walked down the school corridors.

"Since a week ago? I don't know; I took a test today and am pregnant!" Debbie was so excited she squealed. "Remember how I told you about Derek, my boyfriend?"

"Yeah-"

"Yeah, well, we did it, like- two weeks ago!"

"Wha-what?!" Now your heart dropped. "Why didn't you tell me you- did it with your boyfriend? Did you tell anyone else? Or like- did you tell him that you're p-pregnant!?" You whispered-yelled the last part.

You were panicking. You couldn't believe the situation you were in. What are the odds that you and your best friend got knocked up together simultaneously without planning anything? Well, even if you knew Debbie wanted to get pregnant, you didn't think she would actually act upon it.

"Come down! It's ok. The s*x was mutual this time, and I did tell him. He was ok with it, but Fiona, on the other hand- not so much."

"Oh, ok, well, what are you going to do?"

"What kind of question is that; keep it, obviously!"

"Right, right, I know that. I mean- I-." You paused. Looking her in her eyes. "Aren't you scared? Y-you know... about what others might think-?"

"Peff- No." She gave you a deadpan look. "I couldn't give two sh*ts about what others think of MY choices. I wanted this! Besides, my boyfriend wants this too."

"Are you sure he wanted this?"

"No- well, maybe? I don't know-"

Ring! The bell rang.

"Well, got to go. Can't be late for history- again. Byeee!"

Debbie left you by your classroom door.

What am I gonna do...? How is she not panicking about this!? I mean, knowing her family's circumstances... what am I going to do- my parents are going to kill me...

Time skip!~

You've been avoiding Carl all day. You didn't want to face him. You didn't want to tell him. You couldn't.

Throughout the day, you've been in this paranoid state. Falling into deep thought only to jump out of it whenever someone said something to you or made a loud noise. It became so noticeable that one of your teachers pulled you aside in between classes to ask you if everything was okay. You told them you were fine when really you were a mess.

At some point, Carl finally managed to grab ahold of you. It was during lunch when he asked you-

"Yo!" Carl grabbed your upper arm and turned you around. "What's goin on? Why have you been avoiding me all day?!"

"Carl- uh..." You gave a nervous giggle. "Everything's fine."

"Ya sure? Cause I've been tryin to get ahold of ya all day, and it just seemed like you were completely outta it." Carl gave you that bruff look.

"Sorry, I just got a lot on my mind at the moment."

"Yeah, we can tell, so what's up?" He asked, joining you at your lunch table.

"Well, nothing much. Uhh… I heard that Debbie got pregnant." You said, trying to change the topic.

"Oh yeah- she told ya, huh. Figures." Carl looked at you, agitated. "Ok, whaddya know?!"

"What do you mean?"

"You're tryina change the subject; why?"

You were never one to lie. It just wasn't in your nature. You were terrible at it, so no matter what you said, everyone eventually finds the truth.

You sighed. "Carl- what would you do in their situation? Hmm?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean... If you got me pregna-"

"Woah, woah, woah! I GOT YOU PREGNANT!"

"NO! And keep your voice down!" You whispered-yelled at him.

"Oh, okay then, why ask?!" He asked in that slang accent of his.

"It's just-" You looked down at your food. Poking it with your plastic spork. "I need to know what you would do... If you and I were in the same situation as Derek and Debbie..."

"That's a weird question..." Carl looked into your eyes. He saw a hit of sadness in them. He took a pause the said- "Okay, fine."

Carl laid his hand on top of yours on the table. He leaned in, looking into your eyes, and said, in his regular voice- "If I got you pregnant, I'd try my hardest to be the best father, role model, and partner. I'll do everything I can so our future fam can live in luxury." He smirked.

You stopped looking into Carl's eyes and drifted down to your knees. Carl saw that your eyes were getting misty, so he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss.

"Listen, babe. You don't need to worry about that stuff. If you're worried it might happen, we don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with." Carl cupped your cheek. "I swear, even if it did happen, I would never abandon you. I love you."

You looked into Carl's eyes once again and closed the remaining gap between the two of you. Sharing a sweet kiss for only a moment when you ended it. Pushing him inches away, you said, "Carl, I'm pregnant."

Ring! The bell ranged. People started to get up, throwing away their trash.

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Carl yelled out of nowhere, causing a few people to look at him. Instantly he pulled back. Jumping up from his seat. "How! We-" Carl only stopped when he saw your face drop morbidly fast.

You started hiccupping as tears rolled down your face. The whole lunchroom was quiet by that point. Instinctively out of embarrassment, you quickly tried to cover your face with your hands.

Now people were really staring.

"Wait, baby, please don't cry. I didn't mean it like that." Carl tried to grab your hands away from your face. But you refused instead; you instantly got up and ran away. Before he could even get up, Nick quickly grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from chasing you…

Carl watched you leave the lunchroom. All eyes turned to him. He stood there feeling guilty and angry. Carl swatted Nick's hand off his shoulder. "What the he*l, man! Why'd ya stop me!"

"She needed space."

A/n

That was Part 1 of a somewhat long story. This story was originally going to be a one-shot, but it was just too long for my liking. It's taken me about like 4 weeks now. With the grammar checking, editing, and organizing... It was a lot, and I really wanted to publish something. Just so you guys know, I'm not dead, lol. Anyways yes, this was the post that got delayed. :( But I'm working on getting everything out! :)

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #fanfiction #teen pregnancy #virginity loss #insecurities #paranoia #depression #traumatic event #spoilers #drama #teenage romance

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wannaeatramyeon · 10 months

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Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Chapter 5 - Please read chapter 1 first!

“Princess! You forgot your umbrella? You’re going to look like a drowned rat!”

There’s nothing like a one-two punch of an insult with an unexpectedly chivalrous intention to signal his entrance.

Just when you were about to gather enough strength to make the mad dash home through the pouring rain, Goo Kim appears.

(He seems to do that more and more these days. You’ve grown used to his company by your side.)

Any witty retort evades you. You think of him as a saviour standing there; indeed, saving you from looking like a drowned rat.

In his hand he shields himself with a bright yellow umbrella. Overly big and much too colourful. Like him, really.

“As I’m such a kind gentleman, I’ll even walk you back for free.”

“For free?”

“You don’t know how expensive my time is.”

Expensive? You scoff at this silly statement. This guy seems to have nothing but time, hovering around you for what must be a good chunk of the day.

As the skies turn even more ominous and the downpour grows ever heavier, the appreciation for his unceremonious appearance increases exponentially. Considering you’re one of the last people left in school, finishing up and staying behind after your music club, you actually didn’t expect to see him at all.

You walk by his side, falling in step together.

Goo deftly plucks the violin case from your hand, swinging it around to carry on his own shoulder. A lifetime of good manners ingrained in you, the thanks comes out even as your eyebrows shoot into your hairline.

Perhaps he wasn’t so off the mark calling himself a gentleman.

The rain opens a pandora’s box of sorts.

The first of many of Goo Kim’s casual touches comes, pulling you closer to him, avoiding the storm drenching your side, and he keeps his arm around you.

You never realised Goo Kim was such a touchy person. Hmm. A better correction is you never used to know anything about him apart from his reputation.

He has made no secret of his disregard for personal space with you; is a clingy, sticky gumball of a person.

Suffice to say, him also being handsy tracks.

(Goo is familiar with having his hands on other people, although he is more used to bodies quivering with fear as he unleashes savage assaults.)

Home is within reach.

The walk back is over in what feels like the blink of an eye with Goo by your side and you safely encased under his umbrella, his body helping to block out any remaining errant elements.

His rambling words throughout washing over and covering you like a safety blanket as he drones on about something or another.

You’re both in your own bubble. It’s warm and cosy and you find it’s hard to leave once you reach your front door.

Goo mentally notes the shabby state of the neighbourhood that you direct him to, the worn down facade of your apartment block.

This wasn't what he was expecting.

This isn’t the home of someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth, of a spoiled little girl with an easy life. Was his initial assessment of you that far off?

You part, saying goodbye as he scratches his head.

Later that night, you still feel the pressure and heat of his arm.

A terrible combo of homework, school projects and evening shifts stack up for you a few months later.

Knocking you out, tired and completely frazzled.

In the morning you miss your first alarm. And then your second and third.

With the sun peeping through your curtains, you jerk awake, sweaty and with the sense that something is wrong.

Shit. You are beyond late for school.

Fuck brushing your teeth, fuck washing your face, fuck combing your hair. You pick up your uniform scattered across the floor, pulling on what you can, cursing your past self for not being more organised.

Goo takes one look at you and guffaws. Completely dishevelled and brightening up his morning with how much you look like shit.

"Where's your tie?" He approaches you during the morning free period as you desperately try to run your fingers through your tangled hair nest.

"What?" You snap, still not recovering from your dire start to the day or the disapproving look from the teacher as you slammed the door open and interrupted whatever they were saying.

Hearing Goo's laughter really was the icing on the cake. Your thoughts were resentful as you trudge to your seat, thinking that no matter how many times Goo disturbs anyone, coming and going as he pleases, everyone is too scared to stand up to him. He gets away with it.

The blonde's eyes drop to your collar, and your hand follows, feeling around for your tie.

Damnit.

It's eerily reminiscent of your first meeting with him.

Except with you, you do care. The straw that breaks your back as the pressure and stress of the last few weeks reach breaking point.

You start to spiral.

"Silly goose," Goo chastises, pulling out a tie from his pocket, "You can have yours back."

Oh. He kept it?

Your eyes start to well up and your bottom lip wobbles dangerously.

For the first time ever, you see Goo Kim looking uncomfortable. He gives you an awkward pat on the head, anxiously fiddling with his own glasses, before hightailing it out the classroom and leaving you sniffling to yourself.

#this whole fic is so self indulgent #i am so so sorry at the quality in advance #i wanted to hit all the school romance tropes so badly. the walk in the raaaaain omg #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo #kim joongoo x reader #wannaeatramyeon #school days with princess and the delinquent

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storiesbyrhi · 2 years

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Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 6: Operation '86

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

4519 word count

Warnings: Canon typical violence; reference to physical child abuse; discussions of being queer in the 80s

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri; 3 - World Wide Web; 4 - Cemetery Drive; 5 - Red Bull

Chapter Synopsis: Welcome back to Hawkins, old friends. Get out your whiteboards and red string. Keep a look out for the ‘Exit 2022’ sign. Buckle up, because this is the penultimate chapter.

Author’s Note: I am hugely grateful to everyone who gave feedback about the Gareth reveal. I’m glad you love him, because he’s here and friends… he’s queer. Pls see the end note!

1985 - 1986

Gareth knew he loved Eddie. He loved every performance. Lunchtime drama. Hellfire campaign. Corroded Coffin show. He loved every act of kindness. Rides home when it was raining. Arms around the shoulders when Gareth turned up to school with a black eye. Taking the heat when Jason Carver was in the mood to beat the freak out of someone.

Yeah, Gareth knew he loved Eddie. Was in love with him. He’d done a pretty magnificent job at pushing all that down though. He’d resigned to a life of longing, hoping that maybe the world would be different or maybe when he could get himself out of Hawkins.

Then, ’86, baby. That was the last he saw Eddie. The scene was imprinted so vividly in his mind. The magazine. The table tops. Dustin and Mike. Army crawling towards a D, and it was going to be his year.

Everything happened kind of slowly and all at once after that. People were saying that Eddie murdered Chrissy and that Hellfire was a cult. The town was losing their collective shit and Gareth was frozen into inaction.

After Jason smashed Gareth’s head into the ground, snarling with the pious venom of a man possessed by grief-stricken denial, Gareth sobbed. He threw things around his bedroom, swore at his sister, and got his second beating of the day.

In the aftermath of the earthquake, Gareth found all the other members of Hellfire, but not their beloved dungeon master. Dustin, always larger than life, seemed so small as he told Gareth that Eddie was missing.

Something broke in him that day. Whatever hope Gareth was holding onto for a better future was snuffed out.

He watched his sister leave Hawkins and he was happy for her. She had started a family; he loved his niece. You were rambunctious and comfortably weird and totally yourself from the get go.

Gareth never left, and although he never spoke of his teenage years, he was constantly reminded of them. Hawkins made sure of that.

Then, his sister moved back, bringing you. You with all your questions and interests and outspoken queerness. Gareth liked having you and your mother there though; it was the least lonely he had felt since before Eddie went missing.

2022

Eddie.

Eddie who was standing in front of Gareth, looking the exact same as he did back in 1986.

“Gareth?!”

Dustin Henderson’s voice was loud as he called over the fence, “Guys? We’re here!” The group let themselves through, congregating just outside the pool house’s open door.

He couldn’t take it; Gareth took a wobbly step backward and ran for the house. Eddie went to go after him but you put your arm out to block his way.

“Let me… Let me go talk to him. You deal with them,” you told Eddie, motioning to the group of ragtag adults standing in your backyard.

Giving Dustin a kind of ‘hi/bye’ smile, you left them to head inside. You could hear the reunion behind you, thirty-six years in the making.

You found your uncle in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at the sensible shoes on his feet. Carefully, you entered the room, sitting next to him.

“You knew Eddie… in high school?”

He took a while to answer, barely moved as he spoke. “I was… I was in Hellfire. And… Corroded Coffin.” Gareth hadn’t said those combinations of words in so long, they felt foreign on his tongue. Bitter to taste.

“Do you want to know-”

“No. No. I don’t want to know anything. I can’t do this again.”

There was no correct amount of time to let pass in silence. What could you possibly say to explain the presence of Eddie and how he was – unchanged and in the pool house? Although, it wasn’t the time travel that seemed to be impacting your uncle the most.

“We’re going to send him home,” you eventually whispered. “They’re gonna fix this.”

Gareth moved then. He turned to look at you, the sadness replaced with a sort of fearful realisation. “You’re sending…” He struggled to say his name. “Eddie back?”

When you nodded, Gareth stood, his mind ticking over a million miles an hour.

“How does that work? He goes back and-and history’s just… rewritten? What if it changes everything? Or does it… I don’t know, create a new reality?!”

“Woah, woah, I don’t know? Okay? That’s kind of Dustin’s thing?” you said, standing too.

“Dustin’s thing?!” Gareth repeated, all the images in his head of Dustin Henderson flashing through his mind.

“I know this is a lot… But surely it explains some things, right? Eddie said when he found out that, like, the supernatural was real, it freaked him out, but it made sense. And now you know that Eddie didn’t kill anyone. And where he went,”

“I knew he didn’t kill anyone. And we all knew something was wrong here. That there was something wrong with Hawkins. That’s not why- That’s…” But your uncle, who apparently you didn’t know at all, couldn’t explain why he was on the cusp of a panic attack.

Gareth paced and you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to hug him. Desperately, you wanted to ask a million and one questions.

“I’ll… let you process. I got a new phone, so message if… if you need anything. Or want… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Uncle G… I didn’t know.”

Gareth watched you leave, the same moxie in you that he saw in the kids he grew up with. It scared the absolute shit out of him.

…

“You’re Gareth’s niece?!” Dustin said when you got back to the pool house.

Before you could answer, Eddie was up and hugging you. His face was buried in your hair, and he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault. He’ll be alright. I think. I don’t know. Let’s just focus on this right now.”

Letting Eddie go, you looked around the room. “Um… Hi. Everyone.”

Dustin moved to pull you into a bear hug. “It’s good to meet you in person. Guess you’ve been family all along, huh?”

“Hawkins is… small…” was all you could say.

“Small and evil. Let’s do this. I wanna get out of here,” a voice added to your statement, prompting Dustin to let you go.

“Didn’t expect you to show up, Applejack,” Eddie said, nodding to the owner of the voice.

“Yeah, well, let’s be real. I’ve always been half the brain of this operation, and someone needed to watch out for these idiots,” she said. “Hi. I’m Erica,”

“Sinclair, right?” you replied, taking the hand she’d offered. Erica nodded.

Lucas’ kids had snitched on him; they had told their cousins about his trip with Uncle Dustin back to Hawkins. Erica had called her brother as soon as she heard. “What on God’s green earth has possessed you to go back there?!”

“It’s Eddie. Eddie. He’s there,” Lucas had said.

That’s all it took. Eddie had been nice to Erica. She still remembered his graceful bow to her when she took out Vecna in Hellfire Club’s final session.

Honestly, that’s all it took for them all. Max, Steve, and Robin all remembered Eddie’s terrified eyes. They remembered the week he spent cold and hungry and hunted in Rick’s boat shed. They remembered how sick everyone was guilt and grief when he never came through Watergate. They remembered Dustin never being the same again.

Of course, his name was all it took.

After the introductions were had and the shock of seeing Eddie unchanged had waned a little, Dustin asked, “Do you have, like, a whiteboard?”

“No. No, I don’t. No red string and pins either. Sorry,” you replied.

“Yeah, man. You already look like you’re having too much fun with this,” Eddie chimed in. He was leaning against the bar, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes kept flicking from person to person, trying to make himself recognise his friends.

“This is a trip,” Robin said, for the third time.

“Yeah. Can you like, stop staring at me though?” Eddie said. “Harrington, can you do something about her?”

Steve looked from Robin to Eddie and back again. “Uh… No?”

“Good to see you’ve not changed,” Eddie told him, patting him on the back.

“Time travel’s real,” Robin stated. “Like, real real,”

“After everything, that’s where you draw the freaky line?” Max asked her. Robin just shrugged.

…

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you had no hope that any of the ideas were going to pan out. They were already clutching at straws and it was only the first day of Operation: ’86.

Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Steve had taken Steve’s rented car and headed back to the lake. Although you had gone diving looking for the gate, they figured they knew what they were looking for. They were going to the site of all the gates that had ever existed. As far as they knew, Eleven had closed the rip between here and the Upside Down but it was worth checking out.

Max and Robin set up at the bar. Robin was on the phone to Nancy Wheeler, who wouldn’t step foot in Hawkins, but agreed to do what she could from New York. Max was calling anyone else who may have ideas, information, or supernatural spider senses.

“I feel useless,” Eddie said.

The couch had returned to its sofa state, and you sat next to him, holding his hand.

“I don’t think there’s a whole lot you can do,” you told him. What you wanted to add was that maybe he needed to be prepared for the fact that there might not be anything anyone can do.

Eddie was leaning forward, his free hand rubbing his face and shaking.

“So, my uncle…” It was purely a distraction attempt. But it worked.

“Christ. Yeah. Gareth. He isn’t a part of… all this,” Eddie told you, pointing to the two women at the bar. “He is… was… my friend. Known him almost my whole life, you know?”

“What was he like then?”

Eddie grinned. “He tries real hard to be a tough guy, but he’s the sweetest kid. Wicked drummer. Like, he’ll always have the songs down first. Always says we could go harder. Faster. And, uh,” Eddie paused to chuckle. “Always picking splinters out of his fingers. From his sticks,”

“I didn’t even know he played,”

“Guess having a murderer in your band takes the shine off the rockstar dream,”

“Eddie. He knows you didn’t do anything. He said he knew then too,” you tried to reassure.

Eddie nodded. “Gareth the Great…” he mumbled. “Cautious player, but smart…”

You’d succeeded in distracting Eddie from the task of time travel, but you’d replaced one trauma with another. What kind of life was waiting for him back then? What had happened to the rest of Hellfire Club, now the pitchforks were sharpened and the town mob’s torches were lit?

Eddie had hope though. You could tell. It wasn’t just that he spoke in present tense, like his life still existed, ready for him to step back into. There was a brightness in his eyes that Dustin and co. had switched on.

By the end of the day, it had dimmed.

There were no gates. There was no Hawkins Lab. Redevelopment and gentrification had claimed much of the land that once seemed critical to the fate of Hawkins. There weren’t any old buildings for ghosts to find home in. There was nothing.

Max and Robin came up short too. They’d even tried to get in touch with scientists, people with some level of credibility studying anything remotely related to time travel.

“They either thought I was crazy or they were too interested,” Max reported.

“Too interested?” you asked.

“Like kidnap Eddie and keep him in a lab interested,” Robin clarified.

Eddie didn’t like the déjà vu he was experiencing. Dustin sat on the coffee table in front of him, trying to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about.

Max was quiet; Robin not so much. “We’ll be able to figure this out, right? Even without… everyone. He’s not just stuck here, is he?”

“Na. No. Of course not. Right? Dustin? Right?” Steve said, the only one willing to answer Robin. Steve stood with his hands on hips. He was too old for this bullshit, he thought.

It was all too familiar, besides Erica and Lucas sitting side by side on the end of your bed. And you. Eddie turned to look at you, one hand still in yours and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

He began to shake his head. There was nothing you could say though.

“We need to stop with the phone calls,” Steve decided then. “We don’t know how you got here, but we know the type of people who involve themselves in this sort of thing,”

“This sort of thing?” you asked.

“Trust us. We know about… this sort of thing,” Robin asserted.

“Last thing we need is to be on anybody’s radar,” Steve continued.

“Too late,” from Lucas.

“Excuse you?” Erica said, leaning back to look at her brother, entirely unimpressed.

“Not me! Him!” Lucas accused, pointing at Dustin.

“Don’t worry. It’s not about this,” Dustin said like it was going to answer any questions. All eyes were on him. “I’ve been… tinkering. With some ideas. Prototypes. Nothing big. It’s just got me noticed. Nothing to worry about,”

“He’s on the C.I.A.’s watch list,” Lucas clarified.

“What?!” Steve yelled. “Our kids are friends, man!”

The group erupted into the type of bickering only possible within a group of people who loved each other dearly and had been to hell and back together.

Eddie remained silent, leg bouncing, deep in thought.

“Ed?” you whispered, pulling him back to reality.

He looked over at you, a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

The group settled into a moment of silence. Then Steve asked, “Does that mean you could, like, build a time machine?”

“How’d you get dumber with age?” Dustin replied, staring in disbelief.

They stayed until well after the sun set. In the end though, they still had nothing. The finality of that was settling into your consciousness as you served pizza up on paper plates to Max and Robin.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” Robin started. “But if… If we can’t find a way, are you going to… keep him?”

“He’s not a lost dog,” Max laughed.

You looked over to where Steve and Eddie were engaged in conversation on the sofa. Steve was talking and Eddie was just watching him, his brows knitted in confusion but the edges of his mouth turned up in a dead giveaway indicator that he was amused.

Dustin, Lucas, and Erica had ventured inside the main house, going to see their old friend and hopefully provide some sort of comfort.

“I’m just asking because you seem close… already,”

“Uh, I don’t- We haven’t, like, talked about that. We’ve just operated under the assumption that he is going home,” you told them.

“But if he can’t?” Robin pressed.

Max gave you a knowing smile. “Kind of makes sense that he stays here. Gareth can like, bridge the gap. And you like him,” she reasoned.

Eddie had reached out and pulled Steve into a hug. He glanced up at you though, smiling wide.

When the others returned and the pizzas were demolished, the room fell into a sad quietness that was meant for Eddie, and only Eddie, to break. He cleared his throat.

“So, that’s it then,” he said nodding his head once, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“No, man, we-” Dustin went to say.

“No. Don’t… don’t bullshit me, man. We were making it up as we went along then. Still doing it now,” Eddie interrupted.

“If we knew why the gate spit you out here…” Lucas tried.

“There’s no why. It doesn’t make sense. Gone through it all. Vecna. The Upside Down. Eleven. Creel. Fuckin’ hive mind. I don’t think this was on purpose,” Eddie stated more matter-of-factly than emotionally. The emotions would come later.

“It was random. There’s… anomalies in everything. Maybe you just got really unlucky, Eddie…” What Max had said made a lot of sense; she was right. Every law of science and the supernatural had exceptions. One offs. Strange things. Unexplainable events that couldn’t be repeated.

“Eddie, you’re welcome to come back with me. We got a guest room all set up. You can teach the rugrats Dungeons and Dragons,” Steve said, his words spilling out fast in a desperate attempt to fix the problem.

“Nah, Harrison. I think your days of adopting people way younger than you are over,” Eddie joked, that emotion starting to seep in now.

“What he’s saying is that you have family here. The offer is the same for me. Suzie already said if you needed a place to go, you’re always welcome,” Dustin told him.

“Same with us,” from Lucas.

Eddie was going to turn them all down and you knew why. He looked at you.

“He stays here,” you announced to the room. “He…” Eddie’s eyes were glossy with tears. “He belongs here. We’ll figure it out.”

They stayed for a beer or two, then made their way back out the gate and around the front to their cars. Staying away from their lives – partners and children and careers and C.I.A. watch lists – couldn’t be justified when there was simply nothing to be done.

As soon as you were alone with Eddie, he was on you, pulling you into a tight hug. He was shaking and holding in whimpers.

“I mean it, Eddie. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone.”

…

Once Eddie could stand without leaning on you, you ushered him into the tiny bathroom for a shower. Leaving him to it, you went back inside the house, finding your mum had returned home from work.

“Eddie Munson – THE Eddie Munson – is out in the pool house?!” she yelled as soon as she saw you.

“Why does it seem like the issue is that it’s Eddie, not that time travel happened and there’s been fucking monsters in Hawkins this whole time?”

“Oh, of course all that magic monster stuff is real. It was either that, or my brother was truly an agent of Satan and believe me – Gareth is the last person Satan would want as the face of the company,”

“That… feels like an insult?” Gareth said.

You were standing in the kitchen, your mum not pausing her vegetable preparation despite the conversation being what it was. Your uncle was sat at the table, picking at his nails.

“Right, well if you don’t think Eddie is the devil, why are you acting all high and mighty about it?” you asked her.

She sighed and shot her brother a look. The silence was heavy.

“I’ve done a super good job at not asking you guys about, you know, Hawkins or how you grew up or my grandparents or anything. And now that I know about some of it, I get it. It fucked you up. But I just met a whole group of people that were smack bang in the middle of it and they’re willing to talk about it. They went on with their lives, you know?”

“Now who’s being high and mighty?” your mum mumbled under her breath. You were too much like her.

You couldn’t have known but you weren’t being fair. You weren’t even being factual. Yeah, you’d met some people who made it out of Hawkins semi-adjusted enough to forge lives. But you didn’t know Nancy or Jonathan. You never knew Eleven or Mike. And you sure as fuck never knew Will Byers – who had so much in common with your uncle but could never shake the violent cold of the Upside Down.

Gareth was not unkind though, and he didn’t want you to be angry or feel lied to. Maybe it was time to let go of what he had been holding onto his whole life.

“Eddie was the first person I ever loved,” he said. Your mum put her knife down and looked at her brother. He’d never said it out loud.

“Like, loved loved?” you asked.

Gareth nodded. “Yeah. Straight away. He walked up to me one day, said he liked my shirt, and told me about D&D… Didn’t know about it before him. But, ah, changed my life, I guess. That and the band. Gave me something to… Focus on.”

The revelation made you desperately sad, but it began to glue together pieces of information you knew.

“You know why we don’t see your grandparents,” your mum added. “If you think they’re bad now, with their Trump bullshit, you should have seen them back then when it was okay to be like that. The way they-” but she couldn’t finish the sentence, her words swallowed by memories.

You understood the subtext of the conversation. For the first time in your entire life, you were on the exact same page as your mother and uncle.

“Do you want to… see him?” you braved the offer.

“It’s been a big day,” Gareth said, smiling up at you. “Maybe tomorrow. Sounds like he’s going to be stuck here for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe. Probably. Dustin’s meant to be the smart one and good with… this stuff. But I don’t think he has any idea really,”

“Well… Maybe it’s for the best. You have no idea what sending him back could do,” he replied, echoing what he had said earlier in the day.

You nodded.

After kisses on the cheek, you left brother and sister in the kitchen of their house. Your mum went back to cutting vegetables, but Gareth knew her better than that.

“Something you want to say?” he deadpanned.

“Well, this could be a good thing. Resolve all the ‘sad gay boy loses love of life and never recovers’ thing,” she said in one breath out, like she had been holding it in for years.

Gareth looked at her. “I think that was hate speech.”

…

Eddie was still in the shower when you stepped back into the pool house. You got changed into something more comfortable, including Eddie’s new/old Gremlins shirt that didn’t smell like him but it was as close to ‘girlfriend feels good wearing boyfriend’s clothes’ as you were going to get.

When he did make his way out, eyes crying-bloodshot red, he lit up at you.

“Thought you bought that for me?”

“Sharing’s caring,” you sing-songed back.

“Guess if I’m… sticking around, I better figure out a way to make some money of my own,” he said, jumping onto the bed in only the towel that hung low on his hips.

“2022 has a surplus of drug dealers. What’s your backup trade?”

“Heavy metal.” The reply was instant and his expression blank for a few seconds before he grinned ear to ear. “Seriously though… My plan was to graduate. That’s taking longer than first anticipated. Then, I don’t know. Get of Hawkins.”

You thought for a second. Eddie was scared that maybe you’d judge him; maybe his lack of a five year plan and real life adult skills would be unattractive. But when you spoke again, there was still the same softness and affection in your voice as before.

“Can I be honest with you, Eddie? Like… Really honest?”

He nodded, eyes flicking over your face, trying to find clues that would tip him off to what you were about to say.

“I’ve been thinking about the whole time travel thing. Something my uncle’s said a few times. If you go back-”

“I could fuck everything up for everyone? Yeah. Yeah, I keep thinking about it too.”

You and talked through the possibilities; while acknowledging that anything was possible, there were two more likely outcomes of a time traveler returning to their original place in time and space.

First: multiple universe theory. Eddie would leave your known reality, and return to his, setting it on a different path, but leaving yours unchanged. That was best case.

Second: rewritten history theory. Eddie would leave 2022 and return to 1986, thereby changing history entirely. Given he was now armed with all known information about Vecna, the subsequent events in Hawkins, and not to mention – everything that has happened since ’86, that could be very dangerous.

“Can’t even pretend I’d go back and not use what I know,” Eddie said. “And if I don’t go missing, if all that shit doesn’t happen to Gareth and your mum doesn’t leave Hawkins and… What if I like, unmake you?”

It really wasn’t funny, but you laughed. “I mean, it could be worse, I guess?”

“How? How could it be worse than you not existing?”

You were cringing before you finished speaking. “Let’s say you go back. You hang out with Gareth more, because, you know, he loves you so much. You get to know my mum. My mum is kind of amazing. Like, she’s super sassy and likes metal. Heart of gold. You fall in love with-”

“Stop! I get it!” Eddie almost screamed, standing up and grabbing the towel before it could fall to the ground. He busied himself finding clothes.

“Eddie. What if you married my mum?” You were just teasing at that point.

“Sweetheart, I’m warning you.” Eddie was half naked and pointing at you, dead serious but looking ridiculous.

You lowered your voice and scrunched up your face in a disgusted expression. “You could end up being my dad.”

Eddie froze, his head tilted just enough that you knew he was about to do something. Then he did; he leaped across the room in a few long bounds and you barely made it out of the way.

“Take it back!” he yelled, chasing you.

“No! Time travel’s fucked up! Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?!” you squealed back, laughing until Eddie caught you.

His tickling very quickly turned to peppering you with kisses. “I.” Kiss. “Don’t.” Kiss. “Understand.” Kiss. “That.” Kiss. “Reference.”

Sighing, you playfully kicked him away, sitting up. “Eddie. I don’t think you’re going back there.”

He sat opposite you, holding both your hands in his. “Yeah… I know. Even if Gandalf’s eagles get here, I can’t go back to the Shire now. They were happy. Today. Everyone. They’ve made it, you know? Dustin has his own little freak Hendersons. I can’t risk that…”

You agreed with him, entirely, but felt suddenly compelled to offer an alternative perspective. To give him options.

“You could go back and be the hero though, right? Save the others? Mike, right?”

Eddie winced at the name. It hurt to know that not long after he went M.I.A., little Wheeler, with his lanky arms and steadfast obliviousness, had died.

“I’m no hero,” Eddie whispered, looking up at you, the saddest you’d seen him since you pulled him from the water. “I’m more of a liability than anything else. I can’t go back.”

End Note: Anybody wonder what Steve and Eddie were talking about? Hmmmmmm. One chapter to go, so please place your bets and put in your requests for any final details you wanna seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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leastdatablebracket · 8 months

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ROUND 1, MATCH 53

Propaganda under the cut!

Baxter Ward

That Boy Needs Therapy

He ghosts you after the end of step 3, even if you try and date him.

look i love my boy, but baxter literally dumps you outside of your childhood home, shuts the door in your face even if you’re sobbing in the middle of the street, and then ghosts you for five years and then pretends he doesn’t care about you when you meet again. this is even if he’s aware that he’s your first love (if you chose to make him that). he literally says that you have bad taste in men if you choose to date him again before you’ve talked anything over shshhshssbb. love him but he needs a therapist waaaaayyyyy more than he needs a partner.

Ryouta Kazama

ok so i havent actually seen all of his route cause the game's only available in japanese and the streamer i watched play the game switched to a different guy like halfway through the game n i seriously doubt anyone else is gonna submit him i just need someone else to know about this so! ryouta and the player character (doesnt have a canon name but is given the nickname of marii by the two girl friends) were friends in kindergarten with ryouta having a very blatant crush on her n wished on a pinwheel for them to get married when theyre older he then moves to england as soon as he gets old and he n marii dont interact at all until nine years later when he comes back for high school and is still very blatantly down bad for a girl he last talked to when they were six but has spent the last nine years still thinking about (theres something in the game you can unlock called adv events where you get the love interests pov on moments in their lives and one of ryouta's reveals that even though he couldve he never sent marii any letters but very much did spend all those years thinking about her) n a lot of his interactions with marii are weird n circle back to him being obsessed with them being friends as kids and like a first it just kind of seems like oh he hasnt gotten over his puppy love yet lol but it is kind of like acknowledged that this is a weird thing in game as if marii gets his gift in the christmas exchange ryouta will say something about it being fate n marii pointedly ignores that n is like wow what a coincidence that we got eachother's gifts (not in an oblivious heroine way btw ryouta's straight up is like oh ok ur ignoring what i said) n he treats her like shes naive n completely innocent which like marii is cause shes a mostly blank slate otome heroine but its still noteworthy as being weird due to his aforementioned memorialization of them being friends in kindergarten n that none of the other love interests really treat marii that way or really make note of those being notable traits of hers that often while its something ryouta does frequently anyway so the moment that made my thoughts on ryouta switch from "lol hes kind of weird" to "i want to study him like a bug" is that His Bedroom Is The Exact Same As It Was When He Was A Six Year Old Child In Kindergarten And Hes Keeping It That Way On Purpose like genuinely thats immediately read to me as horror movie shit imagine reuniting with a childhood friend of urs who keeps bringing up stuff you did as kids (that you dont really remember cause you were like six n are now in high school) n making comments about how naive and easy to read you are n gets weirdly jealous about other guys being buddy buddy with you and then like a year or so after hes moved back n you've becomed friends again he invites you to hang out at his house so you go over and then His Room Looks Like It Belongs To A Six Year Old and hes telling you about how his room hasnt been altered (beyond cleaning) at all since he left n since hes come back hes chosen to keep it exactly the same n hes telling you this like its a reasonable thing literally what the fuck also while ryouta is the posterboy childhood friend love interest of this game theres another love interest who was both ryouta n marii's childhood friend and you'll never believe this he treats her like a normal person and is just a normal guy who barely remembers being friends in kindergarten and him n marii only learn that theyre childhood friends cause of ryouta being mildly exasperated that neither of them really remembers them being a trio when they were six theres definitely like worse love interests i could submit from this series (like the teachers n one of the three secret love interests in the second game whos route is just straight up him emotionally abusing the heroine) but im submitting ryouta cause his reasons for sucking as a romantic partner are bizarre n live rent free in my mind

#round 1

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peachpick1111 · 2 years

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Of Butterflies & Realizations, Robin Buckley

request from anon: reader asking out a shy robin (shy only because she’s had the biggest crush on reader since she can remember), and just robin being so surprised and steve being so supportive and happy for her.

pairing: robin buckley x reader (gender neutral)

warnings: none. ambiguously set where the mall isn't burned but steve knows robin is a lesbian. hardly any spoilers for any season. no season 4 spoilers.

author's note: hee hee, it's been a long time since i've posted one shots. so, please be kind and i hope you guys enjoy this.

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You had always been the person in school everyone seemed to know. Someone who could make friends with everyone without ever trying. From the populars to the jocks to the in-betweeners and even the nerds. It was like a personal goal for you to become friends with everyone, like it was some kind of vendetta that everyone needed to like you and they did! It wasn’t hard when you made people feel welcome every time they approached the crowd of friends you had around you at all times. Somehow, with all those people, you were able to make every single person feel special.

One of those people included Robin Buckley herself. Ever since freshman year, when you sat next to her in band, you were determined to become her friend. Robin was shy, but not quiet. Award, but unabashedly herself. Something about her was magnetic, you felt yourself drawn to her even when she seemed too nervous to say her sentences in the right order.

The years passed and your friendship waxed and waned with ease. Nothing ever felt uncomfortable or forced. The days when you saw her were the best and the days you didn’t would be better if she were there. But it never changed how you felt, the length in when the last time you saw her.

Senior year was approaching but the summer gave a halt to the existential dread of that thought. All that mattered was the heat, the mall and the ice cream shop in tucked away in the corner.

You walked in having left your friends in the Macy’s for an escape. You hadn’t picked up on the feelings fully, but they stirred in a mingling confusion in your stomach. The pull of Robin, the need to see her, the clench of your stomach in her presence. It made sense but it made none and you didn’t question it… just went along with the feeling. Allowed it to lead you to where you stood with Steve Harrington’s back toward you.

“Ahoy, lay… lady?” Steve said, his voice booming at first before it faltered and his eyes turned downward toward you. “Oh, hey, (Y/N),” he greeted, much more like a human which you appreciated.

“Hey, Steve,” you greeted and he smiled back. There was a glaze in his eyes like he was thinking. “Are you okay?”

“Ye… no,” he said quickly, thoughtfully as he turned on his heel toward the back window. The panels snapped shut firmly before you could see Robin behind them. “I’ll be right back, sorry, not feeling well,” he explained, making a few sick noises as he held his stomach before heading into the back.

You stood at the counter, the ice cream parlor filled with people but luckily no one was behind you. You could hear whispers from the back room but only bits and pieces made it to your ears like “Robin!” and “(Y/N)!” and “just go out there!”

Robin seemed to be pushed out of the back by a heavy wind or the strong arms of Steve in the back. She turned to the door with a glare before walking to the counter on jelly legs.

“H-Hey, (Y/N), long time no see,” Robin greeted, her smile watery as it looked ready to slip off her face.

You smiled back kindly, hoping to ease her nerves but even after all these years she still seemed nervous around you. It was always weird to you seeing as you’ve seen her with her band friends or Steve before goofing around. She always seemed normal around them and you often worried if she just stayed your friend so she wouldn’t hurt your feelings.

“Yeah, I’m glad to see you Robin,” you admitted with a soft smile. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she played with the rings on her fingers and rocked softly on her shoes. “I checked out that band you told me about… um, ABBA! I really liked them.”

Robin was the color of a fire truck, the color lifting to her ears and her eyes flitted to the other patrons around the store. Crystalline blue eyes that you locked onto, hoping she would look back at you. You hoped she would, and that feeling was all strange but not disturbing to you.

“You did?” she asked, a smile breaking across her entire face. Her words were soft, almost enough where you didn’t know if you heard her. She looked so happy like no one had ever taken the time of day to listen to a song she recommended.

You would listen to every song she picked for you.

“Um, your usual?” Robin asked and you nodded despite being here a total of five times over the whole summer and picking out a different flavor to try each time. Something shifted in Robin, embarrassment. Her shoulders bowed over her chest and she scooped the ice cream while you watched unknowing to the figures approaching.

“(Y/N), stop being such a creep,” your friend Tara said with a soft laugh pressed against her hand. “If you keep staring at girls any longer they’re gonna think your a lesbian,” she said, whispering the word under her breath as if it were a bad omen.

You snapped out of the comatose of Robin and turned to your friend. Your lips were parted to say something but you had no retort. You didn’t laugh and your expression didn’t change, but you realized the churn in your stomach was butterflies and when Robin glanced to you there was a shock of realization that flooded through your veins in a need to escape.

It wasn’t shock. It wasn’t disgust. It was realization. An epiphany. All those years putting your focus on boys like that was your only option. The handful of boyfriends you had never feeling right, always feeling like a friendship with awkward kissing. And the desperate validation of Robin’s friendship. The yearning to spend time with her but she pushed you away, taking in everything she said and committing it to heart, and falling into every suggestion she gave you and loving it with all you could.

It all made sense, all the pieces fell into place. You liked Robin. Oh my god… you like-liked Robin. You wanted to hold her hand and make her blush and go on dates with her. You wanted to go to the drive-in and watch a movie, walk around the mall and talk for hours, everything Hawkins could offer you wanted and more.

But then you remembered that fear that Robin hadn’t even liked you as a friend, and you dug a hole even deeper than before. You sat in the corner of the food court, ice cream melting into a puddle on the table and it edged closer to making the side of your arm sticky.

Someone picked it up, napkins in hand wiping away the liquid and dumped it and the ice cream in the trash. A boat was put in its place rather than a cone and in front of you was Steve again. He was one of those boys you dated that felt oddly like a friend for the entirety of the relationship.

“Hey,” Steve said with a smile.

“Hi,” you responded.

“So… you okay?” Steve asked, dragging out his question in hopes you’d answer what he seemed to already know. How could he know before you? “You kind of ran out of there.”

“Oh… I forgot to pay, didn’t I?” you asked, finding your purse and moving to pull out cash but Steve pushed it back in, waving his hand.

“I got it,” Steve assured you, then shrugged. “Well, Mr. Ahoy does. What they don’t know won’t hurt them. Not like they would notice.”

You chuckled, picking up the spoon and fiddled with the ice cream.

“So, I have this friend, but she just realized something big and… she’s afraid to admit it to herself because everyone else thinks its like some kind of… sin, I guess,” you muttered, eye downcast with a small frown. “What would you tell them?”

“Mm,” Steve hummed, nodding along. “I’d tell this friend of yours that most people thought it was a sin to think the earth wasn’t flat but they were proven wrong.”

You gave Steve a look and he scoffed, nodding to himself, knowing he was (in some regards) smart.

“Yeah! I know things,” he assured you, rolling your eyes. “I’d also tell your friend that after being in a relationship with them… it’s kind of obvious.”

“No it isn’t,” you said quickly, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I have never met a girl so uninterested in kissing, let alone sex, than you—your friend!”

“Is that why we broke up?” you asked.

“Stop trying to change the topic,” Steve pestered you with narrowed eyes.

“Even if that was true,” you began, cradling your cheeks in between your hands, feeling the burn of embarrassment melt into your skin. “It doesn’t matter.”

Steve snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, listen, I love Robin. She’s like… my best friend, but there is no way in hell she would ever date me,” Steve said, punctuating his words so that maybe it would pierce through your thick skull. “You get me?”

“I guess.”

“Yeah, you do. Don’t overthink it.”

And then Steve left and you over thought.

A month.

A month of questioning everything about yourself, your life, reality, home, family, love. Anything under the realm of what you liked and who you wanted fell into that scope until finally you got the nerve.

“Sunday evening, the place is dead,” Steve had told you over the phone when you’d finally made up your mind. Every once in a while you’d call Steve and explain why you thought he was lying, and every time he told you he wasn’t. But then you’d spin yourself into a web of doubt and sink into your bed until the next time you saw Robin and had another crisis.

Now, you were standing inside Scoops Ahoy and like Steve said, the place was dead. Not a soul in sight except for Robin sitting at the counter looking bored. You walked up to the counter and her head perked up. Her cheeks turned red immediately and a smile quirked up her lips.

“Ahoy, what would you like?” Robin asked, trying to keep the conversation professional. She had noticed how you avoided her lately, and worried she’d done something wrong. Robin didn’t want to make things worse so she kept her distance.

Your eyes glanced behind her, seeing the window creak to a crack and Steve’s eye poke out to watch the two of you. It pulled apart slightly more so you could see a sliver of him and an encouraging thumbs up.

You looked back at Robin, registering her words.

“You.”

“W-What?” Robin spluttered, eyes widening and even Steve made an embarrassing laugh-cough in the back.

“Um, I’d like to… ask you out,” you said, nearly backing out with a quick save, but decided that this might be the only time you have in this life to take a chance. And you were going to take it before the sudden rush of adrenaline faded.

“…to hangout?” Robin asked. Her sneakers scuffed against the flooring and she was ten miles away from you. Or, at least it felt like it.

“Y-Yeah!” you exclaimed. Robin wasn’t accepting the bait and you weren’t about to be outed for a little prank Steve wanted to pull. Your smiled hurt and tears cracked the edges but you kept the hurt to yourself. “To hangout, as friends, y’know. Summer break, we haven’t really seen each other in a while and—”

“No, no, no!” Steve exclaimed, whipping the window open fully and shook his head dramatically. He jumped over the counter and rested his hands on his hips in disbelief. “Cut! Let’s go over your lines again,” he clapped at the two of you.

“Steve, shut up!” Robin snapped at him.

You just wanted the earth to swallow you up then and there.

“Okay, (Y/N), you—ugh, hold on,” Steve said to the two of you as a group of young teens walked into Scoops Ahoy.

“Steve!” one of the boys exclaimed, a smile of missing teeth and laugh lines at the edges of his eyes. “We have—”

“A movie! Yeah, yeah, I know! Move, move, move, I’m busy here,” Steve exclaimed, ushering the kids behind the counter and pushed them through to the back.

You and Robin were left alone in silence, not sure what was about to happen but you didn’t like the feeling. You smiled politely at Robin and said you’d catch up with her soon as you tried to make your escape.

It was a second to late, as you tried to leave out the front, Steve was sprinting to your side and escorting you back in.

“Perfect, good idea, (Y/N), we should start from the beginning,” Steve agreed with an over-exaggerated nod. Steve had you in a vice-like grip as he stood you in front of the counter, in front of Robin and continued. “Now, you say, ‘hey, Robin, I was wondering if you wanted to go out, like a date, like where we talk and kiss and maybe’—”

“Steve,” you cut him off, a lump in your throat and tears threatening to stream. “This isn’t funny.”

Steve’s face fell into concern and he shook his head. “No, no! Look!” he exclaimed and jumped over the counter and stood behind Robin.

“Now, you say, ‘yes, (Y/N), I would love to go out with you on a date and it’s so funny you mention kissing because just last week I couldn’t stop talking to Steve about you and how much—”

“Steve!” Robin shouted, turning red faced.

“Alright, alright,” Steve exclaimed, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll be back there.”

Steve left them but it was obvious he was still listening. And for some reason, you thought you heard him whispering to the teenagers he had just let through the back. You dismissed the thought and looked at Robin. She looked about ready to crawl out of her skin just as much as you.

“Um, so… did you…” Robin started, looking down at her hands with a small frown, fiddling with her fingers and rings. “Did you mean the things Steve said for you?”

“Yeah,” you said, a hesitant smile coming to your lips.

Robin’s expression that looked so stressed and distraught flipped into a smile so bright it was blinding. You wanted to tell yourself it was fake, that she was making fun of you, but then you realized she wasn’t. She radiated a sense of self, someone she never let anyone else to see until this moment. And you couldn’t be happier.

Robin liked you. You liked Robin. It didn’t matter that your friends that weren’t really your friends would whisper ‘lesbian’ like it was the plague or you would get stared at in disgrace for being an act of Satan. You were just happy that in this quiet summer you had found the piece of you that had been missing and a person you could spend that time with.

“So, Robin, would you like to go out sometime?” you asked again, leaning on the counter with a smirk.

Robin was still nervous around you, but you hoped overtime she might grow more comfortable around you. You’d heard her in passing rambling about things that didn’t make linear sense but it was okay. You wanted to listen to her all day and all night until you were forced to fall asleep.

Robin smiled, pinning her arms to her sides and she looked at you, really looked at you, and said, “I would be an idiot to say no.”

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j-ellyfish · 9 months

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The way, thinking about it, at least 4 people irl talked to me like they were assuming I was ace even way before I started questioning my sexuality 💀 Like man, does it really show? Some guy who apparently crushed on me in high school once left me an anonymous note saying he had a crush on me but didn't know what to do or even how to approach me because I had this mystical aura around me like I wasn't living on the same plane of reality of other people, because I was always silent and unaffected and immersed in my own thoughts. And I'm not sure he meant that as a compliment, but this is literally the sweetest thing someone could've told me 🙈

And besides this, there are people (including one of my teachers) who said things that seemed to give away the fact that they assumed I had a lack of interest in that. Like that girl telling me I was lucky for not caring about it, some other girl treating me like a freaking child for not having that in me (fuck her, she also pretended to be my best friend and then stabbed me behind my back when we were 13) and a teacher asking the other girls if they were still dating the same guys and talking about that stuff and then when she came to me she took a long awkward pause, probably thinking that asking me would've made me uncomfortable, and moved on. Which, at the time, I took as an offense ("wtf she thinks I'm not good enough to have a boyfriend??!?!"), but then I understood that it was most likely because she suspected that I might've not been straight and didn't want me to put in an awkward position.

I don't know if I am comfortable (yet?) labelling myself fully as ace, but I do believe I'm probably on the asexual spectrum because I relate to many things aces seem to usually experience.

#if I had to pick a label I think heteroromantic asexual would fit but #yeah I don't really like using labels on myself in general #ary spoke

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ultralightpoe · 4 months

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Full House llll - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: This one is a bit short but I'm starting something and I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 8,831

Warnings: angst again? but not bad.

Part One HERE.. Part Two HERE.. Part Three HERE.. Part Four HERE..

(Thank you for the gif @lightningcrashes)

Enjoy!

The Johnsons Prison Facility loomed over Eddie, the same shadowy feeling he always used to get when visiting.

Back then, when Wayne had brought him, Eddie had refused to take the man’s hand. His father hated when Eddie held into his mom and uncles hand, used to say it made him look like a baby.

He always wanted to make it seem like he was tough, and maybe…. Just maybe his dad would be proud of him.

But then he grew into his teen years and Wayne stopped coming, too disgusted by his brother, so Eddie was left to deal with his father by himself. And in his teen years Eddie was still trying desperately to get his dads attention but he was more at ease thanks to Wayne.

Now? He held Motleys hand as she stood by him staring up at the building. In her arm she held her school folder with all the research needed for this family tree.

With Eddie’s help, and your information, she decided she would fill in Billys side. And she would add Eddie’s side.

“You ready?” He asks, clearing his throat.

“Are you?”

“If you’re here with me? Always.” He smiles and leads her in. They sign in, putting all their belongings in the bin including his rings. When the officer stops Motley she is forced to put her grandmothers ring in the bin, still on the chain Eddie had made for it.

“It’ll be fine here kid.” The officer smiles. “He used to do that too.”

Johnson’s prison facility was 2 hours away from Hawkins, and they had three main cops that have been here since Eddie had started coming.

He leads them to the cafeteria where 4 guards stand and Eddie takes a seat, keeping Motley pressed into his side as he waits for them to bring in his dad.

10 minutes go by and then he’s there, handcuffed and smiling from ear to ear as Robert Munson is brought to the table.

“Edward.” He greets, waiting for the officer to cuff him to the table. He grunts in pain when the officer tightens it a little too much, glaring up at him. “Hey man. Think you can take it easy? That's my granddaughter there.”

“How did….” Eddie begins to ask.

“Wayne called me a couple days ago. Warned me about how I needed to act. My little fucking brother calling me to tell me to respect my own fucking son and-“ He stops when he sees Eddie’s glare, turning instead to the girl sat beside him. “What’s your name sweetie?”

“Motley.” She smiles.

“Jesus. Still into that rock music bullshit? You named your kid after them?” He laughs.

“He didn’t name me. My mom did.” Motley answers quickly. “She named all of us.”

“How many of you are there?”

“Four.”

“Wow. Someone has stayed busy.” He chuckles, casting a side eye to Eddie. “You let her name all four?”

“The first two I wasn’t there for. The last two I figured she spent 7 hours pushing my boys out that she should get the naming privileges.” Eddie mumbles, tapping his knuckles on the table.

“You weren’t there for the first two?”

“No. I didn’t meet them until Metalhead here was 6.” Eddie smiles at Motley, pushing his head to her forehead which makes her laugh.

“So she’s not yours?”

“She’s mine. She just didn’t come from me.” Eddie says defensively. “Kind of like Wayne and I.”

He watches as his comment sinks in, the man’s face falling a bit as he stares at Eddie before nodding slowly. “You got a picture?”

Motley nods, opening her school folder to pull out the most recent family photo.

Eddie stood in the photo, dressed in a button up and slacks with his hair pulled back into a low bun and you beside him in a nice outfit. Motley stood in front of him, smiling from ear to ear in her own dress with her long hair curled and her newly pierced ears shown. Ziggy stood beside her holding your hand with her hair in pigtails and a dress that cost you three pancakes to get her to wear it. The boys were both in their cute little baby ties, one in your hands and the other sitting on Wayne’s lap.

Wayne sat in the middle, Halen giggling widely as everyone smiled and you could see the happiness in Eddie’s

“Wow. Look at you guys.” His dad murmurs, nodding awkwardly. “That’s a….. you got a good family Wardie.”

“Wardie?” Motley asks looking up at Eddie.

“It’s what he used to call me. Way back when I was growing up.”

“What’s all this for?” He asks, waving his hand to all her papers.

“I’m doing a family tree and I have some questions. If you would be okay answering them.”

“I got…. An hour with you guys so let’s get it done.” He smiles.

The next 40 minutes he talks to Motley about the family, and about his mothers side of the family. Once Motley answers all her questions she closes the folder and stares at him dead on.

“I just wanted to say….. my dad is one of the best. He didn’t have to stay but he did and he’s made my life better. He’s a good man. You should know that.” And Eddie has no clue what to say, neither does his father. Both just blinking at her for a moment as she packs up her folder before shuffling to give him a side hug.

Eddie gets protective, standing quickly as Robert tries to hug back but the cuffs prevent it. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You as well.” She smiles before moving to follow the guard out.

“Edward. If you would wait just a moment.” His dad sighs, and Eddie sits back down. “I…. I think you’re a great man. I always knew you would be and I’m sorry if I- not if. I’m sorry that I treated you the way I did and constantly hurt not only your physical health but your mental health. I’m sober and I’ve come to realize how bad I was.”

Eddie nods, he doesn’t really know how else to respond to that.

“I…. Well I miss you, and my brother. They have family visitation in April and I…. It would mean the world to me- but you don’t owe me anything- if you brought your family. I could make ‘em little wooden sculptures. I’ve gotten good at those.”

“I…. I’ll talk to my wife about it.” Eddie nods. And then Robert is nodding his head to the guard at the door who brings over a small little ornament carved out of wood, a bat.

“Last time I saw ya I saw your bat tattoos. We have shop here so I made that.”

“Thank you.” Eddie nods. “Means a lot.”

“And slowly, with each step rattling the ground beneath the travelers feet, the goblin king was upon them!” Eddie narrates with an excited look in his eyes, making the entire table sit on the edge of their seats.

The party; Lucas, Erica, Mike, Dustin, Gareth, Jeff, and Paul; had collected at the house and Eddie had stolen the dining room for the night and banned the girls from entering or interrupting the campaign the party had been trying to schedule for months.

They obviously started off butt hurt but once you told them you’d let them eat dinner in front of the tv they had gotten more excited about it.

So you had made dinner, and got them set up as Eddie began his campaign.

You sat with the kids on the floor, working on a crossword puzzle as the girls kept their eyes glued to the screen.

Here’s the thing, Eddie told the girls they couldn’t come in but he never exclusively said the boys couldn’t come in. So when Ozzy emerged at the door Eddie gave him a warning look that said ‘back away’ and it always used to work in school. Jocks used to back away from the lunch table easily and theater kids would dash from the drama room quickly.

But Ozzy? Nooooo. Ozzy liked to cause problems and fight against the punishment.

He smiles at his dads warning look and gets a little further in the kitchen as Eddie tries to concentrate on the campaign. “And with an angry roar he reaches a heavy fist out to slam against the ground and ‘BAM!’-“ Eddie slams his fist on the table.

“Bam bam!” Ozzy repeats, hitting the fridge like Eddie had hit the table.

“Yeah dude. Get into it.” Jeff smiles.

“The goblin hits the ground so hard the earth begins to crack and tear beneath you travelers! What will you -Ozzy no.” Eddie doesn’t have time to react as his son dashes to the table and sticks his grubby little toddler fingers out to snatch Paul’s little figurine.

“Hey! Eddie that thing stole my-“ Paul begins whining.

“That thing is my son so watch your mouth.” He warns before snapping his fingers at Ozzy. “Give it.”

Ozzy doesn’t, and when Paul reaches for him he screams out and shakes his head. “NO NO NO!”

“He doesn’t like to be touched.” Eddie explains.

“Don’t touch him.” Lucas snaps.

“Well he-“ and then it happens. Ozzy pulls his hand back and chucks the goblin straight into Paul’s face so hard Eddie gasps.

“OW YOU LITTLE FUCK!” Paul yells, covering the spot leaking with blood.

“BAM BAM!”

You appear in the doorway then, eyes wide as you reach for Ozzy. “I’m sorry guys.”

“Can’t you keep control of the kids?”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Eddie sneers, finger in his face. “Dude we’ve been planning this night for months and we all have to work around your schedule with your kids. This is insane!”

“Hey. Erica and I have a newborn so it was us too.” Dustin defends, standing up. “And Lucas has away games and Mike is busy with his internship. Gareth owns a bar and Jeff is taking care of his mom. Not all of us have all day and night Paul.”

“Guys. I’m sorry. I’ll get a washcloth for your face and set the baby gate up. Okay? Just get back to your game.” You try, pulling Ozzys hand to lead him out.

“ITS NOT A GAME!” Paul snaps and Ozzy whirls back.

“No yell Mama!” He yells, dashing around the table. Eddie already moving to catch him but before he can Ozzy hits Paul straight in the crotch.

“Oh! Get him Ozzy!” Mike laughs as Eddie lifts his kid by the back of his shirt and pulls him away.

“No yell mama!” Ozzy repeats himself which pulls Ziggy and Motley into the room.

“Who yelled at mom?”

Ozzy answers his older sisters question by pointing straight at Paul.

“Don’t yell at my mom!” Motley snaps and Ziggys face gets red.

“Eddie. Get your kids man.”

“YOU’RE AN UGLY BLOWFISH!” Ziggy shouts.

“PEPPERONI FACE!” Motley adds.

“And you stink!” Mike helps, smiling from ear to ear.

“POOPOO HEAD!”

Paul collects his stuff angrily, cussing under his breath on the way out before slamming the front door harshly.

“Anyone else want to go?” Eddie asks. “Cause I love you guys but my kids and wife are more important. So if you have a problem with them then go.”

Everyone looks around at each other and shrugs, getting comfortable again as Eddie sets Ozzy down. The girls move over to kiss his cheek before dashing back to the tv.

“I do have dessert cooking guys.” You mumble, still obviously awkward as you try to reach for Ozzy. He moves away and struggles to get onto Paul’s empty seat.

Eddie watches as he gets settled, his face just meeting the table.

“No Ozzy.”

“Yes Ozzy.” His son argues. Jesus he looked just like Eddie.

“Oz, come on. I’ll put on Scooby.” You try again and he shakes his head.

“I’m cool if he stays.” Gareth smiles, shrugging. “He seems to be really into it”

The rest of the table agrees and you nod, looking to Eddie to make sure.

“You can stay. But no throwing anything.” He orders and he knows that Ozzy didn’t actually hear a word as he giggles.

You move to leave to the living room but Eddie stands quickly to catch you and give you a deep kiss.

“Enjoy your g….campaign.” You smile, heading back out with the girls and Halen.

Once Eddie starts again Ozzy stays seated which is extremely odd for the toddler, and everytime Eddie makes an over dramatic sound Ozzy repeats it.

Every “Bam” is met with a “bam bam!”, and every “boom!” Is quickly followed by a “BOOOOM!” and the party seems to love it.

Lucas lets Ozzy roll for him, laughing every single time he rolls a Nat 20 to Dustin’s measly 1’s.

And suddenly Ozzy was there every week to watch them play.

(Let me tell you. Eddie’s kids stand on BUSINESS)

The day you both took them to get their vaccines was filled with tricks and lies. Your good parents, you knew how this game was played.

The agreement was if they all behaved during their doctors appointment then they could all get a toy and an ice cream cone.

So they all piled into the car and played nice until you got to the doctors office. Then to make things easier the doctor pulled you all back and you planned on it being easy.

But of course it wouldn’t be easy because the kids saw the needle.

“No no no no no.” Motley begs, her face pressed into Eddie’s abdomen as he keeps one hand on her head to keep her there and the other rubbing her back gently.

“Breathe. It will be okay. Just a second.” He promises, watching the needle go in and holding his breath as Motley tenses with tears sliding down her face.

Ziggy cries, Halen and Ozzy crying too as the doctor congratulates Motley and sticks a bandaid over her arm before handing her a lollipop.

She glares, still crying as she mumbles out “you’re mean,” to the poor doctor and hopping off the table. Eddie gives her another hug, kissing her head before you’re bringing Ziggy up to the table.

She kicks out and screams as you try and relax her, and Eddie does what he did for Motley and shoves her face in his abdomen so she doesn’t have to look.

“Come on Zigs. You got this.” He whispers and the doctor pushes the needle into her arm. She cries out, and once the needle is replaced with a bandaid she is far less forgiving than her sister. “Bitch.”

“Heyyyy.” Eddie warns, helping her off the table to replace her with Halen.

The youngest was surprisingly calm. He whines out at the pinch of pain but the second he has a transformers bandaid on he is distracted and easy to woo.

Ozzy however was not having it. He fought you getting onto the table and he fought Eddie trying to hold him. Finally it got to the point where Eddie had to hold his arms down just for the doctor to go ahead and once it was done and Eddie thought it safe to let go your son took a swing on the doctor.

It hits her in the cheek and Eddie is apologizing immediately as she laughs it off mumbling that it’s not the first time.

You snatch him from the table and pull him out of the room as Eddie continues to apologize, the doctor just waves him off and laughs.

The car ride is silent as you and Eddie both try to figure out what to say. You had reached the point with Ozzy where he wasn’t listening to your warnings or lectures but neither of you wanted to hit him. So you didn’t know what to do.

“That’s it.” You snap, unbuckling quickly and bending to snatch his arm from the seat behind yours and biting down hard enough to make him cry out before pulling back.

“That hurt?!”

“YES MAMA!” He screams.

“Good! No more hitting or biting or kicking!” You yell back. “And everyone but you gets ice cream because you’re a mean baby!”

“NO MAMA!”

“Yes! Now shut the hell up and think about what you did!” Adrenaline is coursing through you and you already feel bad for yelling at him but you turn to face the front and see Eddie trying his best not to laugh.

“You just bit our kid.”

“That’s not a kid. That’s a villain.” You snap.

“Think you can bite me sometime?” He teases and you try not to laugh as you look out the window.

“I think I can make something happen.”

And when Eddie pulls into the ice cream parking lot the other kids all jump out, Halen being grabbed by Eddie as you move to the back to sit with Ozzy.

“Mama please.”

“No.”

“Mama…. Pwease!” He whines, eyes filling with tears.

“You were bad Ozzy. Very bad.” You mumble, reading your book as he pouts and cries. There is a knock at the window and you crank it down to greet your husband.

“Wanted to make sure it was going okay in here.”

“That’s why I sent you in because you cave in too easily.” You sigh, seeing the puppy dog eyes of your husband. “Eddie, he needs to learn.”

“But he’s so young and he-“ you start rolling the window back up, with a roll of your eyes.

“Wait wait. Fine. Okay? He was bad.” Eddie sighs. “But that’s our little man! Look at him.”

You don’t want to because you know you’ll be met with the spitting image of your adorable husband.

“Just…. Come on baby.” Eddie whines and you roll your eyes again.

“I sowwy!” Ozzy sniffles and you feel yourself break under pressure.

“He’s sowwy.” Eddie coos.

“F-fine.” You sigh, moving to unbuckle him and get out of the car. “But I swear-“

Eddie is grabbing him already and you go to sit where the rest were sitting, watching Eddie take him to the counter to choose an ice cream.

When they come back Ozzy moves to sit in your lap, which shocks you because he normally hates that.

He keeps the side of his head on your chest as he eats the ice cream and you’re able to read as Ziggy talks Eddie’s ear off about how brave she was.

“You were brave. All my dorks did so good.” He smiles, leaning to sneak a gummy bear out of her ice cream.

“Daddy!” She whines but he sticks out his tongue which makes her stick out her tongue. Halen tries but he had a mouth full of chocolate ice cream so Eddie is quick to tell him no.

“How is ice cream made?” Ziggys asks and Eddie shrugs. “Am I supposed to know?”

“Yes?”

“I’m supposed to know how ice cream is made?” Eddie scoffs, looking shocked.

“Yes!”

“Then you tell me how babies are made.”

“Mommy makes them. Duh.” She responds like he’s stupid. “Where were you?”

“I can promise you I was right there.” Eddie laughs and you glare which makes him laugh harder, leaning back in his chair to give himself room to cackle.

Halen imitates his cackle which makes Eddie laugh harder until his chair falls backwards and all you can see are his feet flying in the air.

Motley and Ziggy laugh loudly, both rushing to go help him up and you shake your head.

“You’re where Ozzy gets it from.”

“I think I broke my back-“

“Ow. Baby.” Eddie groans, laying face first into the pillow as you climb into bed.

“What’s wrong?” You tease laying down and adjusting the blanket to cover you. You feel his hand reach out as he grunts in pain, looking for you.

“Baby come here.”

“Why?”

“Because we always cuddle!” He sighs, already agitated.

“How am I supposed to cuddle you right now? You’re in pain.”

“Come on….. just. God damn it come here.” He snaps, pulling you in and grunting in pain. “Just need you near. That’s all I want.”

“You’re old.” You murmur, rubbing his lower back a little. “Stay still. I’ll go get the icy hot.”

“Nope! No!” Eddie shouts, dashing after where Halen just escaped from butt naked. “Come here boy!”

Halen merely giggles and when Eddie runs around the corner he nearly collides with Ziggy, jumping over her like a fence. “Sorry sweetie!”

“I’m stealing your-“ he doesn’t hear the rest, zipping after Halen and just managing to catch him before he goes to bother you in the kitchen. “It’s bathtime little man. And it’s also rude to run with your junk out.”

“No bath!”

“Yes bath!” Eddie laughs. “You smell like grandpa Wayne.”

“Heard that!” His uncle calls from the hall. “Thin ice boy!”

Halen and Eddie exchange glances, both wide eyed. “He talking to me or you?”

Halen shrugs and Eddie tries not to laugh at how innocent he is as he dashes upstairs. Only to find Ziggy covered in your lotion.

“That’s it. I’m dead.” He sighs. “Your mother is going to kill me.”

“Okay daddy. I have a plan though.” Ziggy starts.

“…..I might be interested in hearing it.” Eddie mumbles back, Halen wiggling in his arms.

“We don’t tell mommy. I don’t get spanked and you don’t get killed.”

“Seems legit. Hop in the shower and I’ll hide the evidence.” And just like that the daddy daughter duo commits a crime.

By the time you are getting ready for bed he hears you rustling around in the bathroom doing your nightly routine.

“Hey baby?” He calls, scratching the back of his neck. “I need your help.”

The plan was to distract you, whether that be through seduction or just talking your ear off he had yet to figure out.

You come out of the bathroom, raising an eyebrow out to him in confusion as he sits on the bed. “With what?”

“Allllll of thisssss.” He wiggles his eyebrows, using his hand to gesture up and down his body.

“What’d you do?” You snap, hands flying to your hips as you glare.

“What? What do you mean?”

“You only do that cheesy sexual thing when you are hiding something Edward Munson.” You snap, moving closer. First mistake.

“No I don’t!” He scoffs. “I’ve never once in my life done that.”

Yes he had. Once last week when he broke your favorite mug. Twice the week Motley kicked a soccer ball through the back window.

“Are you accusing me of being a prostitute?”

“Prostitution is for money. You’re doing it to make sure no one gets in trouble. What’s the word for that?”

“Protective.”

“Slut.” He gasps loudly at your words, moving forward to snatch you into his arms.

“You wanna see what this slut can do?”

“Yes. Then I wanna know what you did.” You laugh.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You sigh, walking in front of Motley as she follows you around the diner floor.

You were opening this morning, and Motley decided to come with you to try and plead her case before she went to school.

“Mom please.” She whines. “I wanna go.”

“Motley. It’s not a good idea.” You repeat, snatching all the ketchup bottles from the table to refill. Honestly you were done with this conversation, and though you understood why Eddie took Motley in the first place you did not want your kids or your husband attached to that man.

Robert Munson was a plague in memories for your husband and you didn’t want that for him.

But Motley wanted to take Eddie to go see him on family day. And you were wracking your brain trying to figure out what was going on here. Why was your daughter so obsessed with this situation?

“Be fair!” She snaps.

“Take it down a notch.”

“But mom-“

“What’s the deal here, Motty?” You sigh, sitting in a booth to start marrying all the ketchup bottles. “If you’re upset about something you should just tell me.”

“I’m not upset about anything.”

“Yes. You are.” You respond. “Tell me what’s going on here.”

“Do you think…. Do you think Dad misses me?”

“I’m sure he does. He always begs to pick you guys up from school-“

“No. I mean….”

“Oh…. Motley I don’t know. Are you missing him?”

“No. I just wonder if he’s missing me. He’s my dad. He should be right. And if Dads dad can miss him, maybe my father can miss me. You know?”

You don’t know what to say, and you don’t know how to fix this so maybe you should just give in and see if she can sort some of these emotions out herself.

“I’ll discuss it with Eddie. Okay? Now how about you play hooky and miss your first class for a stack of pancakes?”

“Okay.” She giggles, and that was a step in the right direction.

Eddie was tense the morning you got ready for family day, not really saying much as you both shuffled around each other before you had to get the kids up.

You knew he was nervous and stressed and you didn’t know how to help him which was beginning to stress you out. He was doing this for Motley, and you were so grateful for that but you seemed to be pushing too hard.

So, as he sat on the bench at the end of the bed putting on his boots, you took your chance and wormed your way onto his lap with your legs on either side of his hips.

He accepts you with little fight, practically melting at your touch and pressing his nose into your collarbone as you hug him. His hands clutch your hips tightly, and you quickly realize he is doing the grounding technique that his therapist recommended.

“5 things that you can see.”

“Your dress, the sock under the dresser, the throw blanket you claim is important, my bandana hanging on the back of the door, and your purse by the door.”

“Good.” You hum out. “4 things you can touch.”

“You, my jeans, the blanket and your hair.”

“3 things you can hear.”

“The fan in the boys’ room, the water in the toilet run, and Wayne shuffling around downstairs.”

“2 things you can smell?”

“Your perfume and the febreeze.” He’s less tense now, breathing out easily.

“Something you can taste?”

“If you gimme a kiss something tells me that famous cherry chapstick.” He mumbles slowly, nose going up your neck until his lips reach yours. He doesn’t kiss you though, just keeping his lips barely touching your own, breathing into each other.

“Are you okay to do this?” You whisper.

“I…. I’ve done it once with her already.”

“This is different and you know it. And I know you’re doing it for Motley because you’re amazing but I just think this is pushing it a bit.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Eddie.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” He mumbles, finally pressing his lips into your own to kiss you finally. You deepen it instantly, pushing him into the mattress a little from his spot on the bench which makes him smile through the kiss.

When you reach down to unbuckle his belt he hums out, moving to stop you. “We gotta get the kids ready-“

“We got time.” You smile. “And I’m craving it.”

He couldn’t argue that.

Eddie was trying to hide the fact that his hands were shaking and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath, but he was trying really hard to seem cool.

This was for Motley, he could do this again for Motley.

Last time when it was just him and her it was easier. But now, with you and Wayne and Ziggy and the boys. It was going to be too much. Too soon. He really didn’t want his dad knowing all this about his life.

He also didn’t want all his kids knowing this part of his life, the child of a murderer life.

Wayne sat next to him in the car and you sat in the back with all the kids. He kept looking back at you through the rear view mirror, lightening little by little each time you smiled at him.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He was going in with his best team.

But then the Johnsons Center came into view and all he could feel was dread. This was a terrible idea and he would regret it.

Motley is the first to jump out, holding the card she made in her hand as she waits on the side of the car for everyone else. Eddie had put her hair into two braided plaits and he was thankful she did because now she can’t pull at it to show her nervousness.

The boys both yell out when you try to help them out after unbuckling them and they climb out themselves, Eddie helps them hop down since the little toddlers couldn’t manage that part themselves and Ziggy jumps out at him with a smile.

“You ready?” Wayne asks, helping you shuffle the kids together so you can snatch the boys up. Halen giggles, jumping into Wayne’s arms as Ozzy lays his head on your chest and clutches at your shirt. Ziggy and Motley are both holding Eddie’s hands.

“I’m as ready as I will ever be.” Eddie sighs. “Alright. Let me see everyone.”

Everyone smiles at him, just like they always do when he asks this, and before he knew it he was leading them all into the building. Helping Ziggy and Motley on the beginning of what they needed to give up and helping them through the scanners.

Ziggy giggles when the guard takes his hand scanner and checks her, calling it a lightsaber which makes Eddie laugh.

Motley once again hesitates when giving up her grandmothers ring, but the second it hits the bin the guard gives her a small smile promising to protect it.

Ozzy and Halen are a bit easier, you have to give up your earrings and Wayne his watch but they were soon ushered into the courtyard where other families all sat together having fun.

In the center, sitting at a table by himself, sat Alan looking anxious and eyes casting around nervously. The second his eyes land on the family, a smile splits across his face from ear to ear as he stands and fixes the jumpsuit he was wearing.

He looked nervous, and that made Eddie feel a little easier about everything.

“Hey guys…” he smiles, when they make it to the table. “I am so glad you could make it.”

“Hey Alan.” Wayne mutters, and they stare at each other for a second before Alan holds his hand out to shake like a peace offering.

“Motley, good to see you again angel.” He smiles, holding out his hands for a hug if she wanted. She does, giving him a full hug before sitting down. Ziggy smiles at him, sitting by her sister quickly and Wayne sits with Halen.

You stand by Eddie, allowing him to lead you a little closer by your lower back.

“You must be …..” Alan smiles, reaching a hand out to shake. “My son told me about you a couple years ago when he came to see me.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smile, and Eddie feels something pinch in his chest. “You know Motley, this one is Ziggy-“

Ziggy goes to bite you when you place your hand on her head, to which you pinch her cheek. “Then we have Halen and Ozzy.”

“You have a little army.” Alan laughs, watching as you sit with Ozzy. Eddie stands awkwardly with the picnic basket Wayne had carried in, Alan moves in for a hug and Eddie is quick to shake his hand before sitting down with his family and allowing Alan to sit as well.

“They said we could bring food so we did.” He mumbles, opening the basket and beginning to set everything up.

“Thank you guys! This is great. I was beginning to think you might not…..” Alan blanches, anxiety pouring off him.

“Sorry. We all got a bit of a late start.” You explain, smiling in Eddie’s direction slyly.

“I want to know everything. What do you kids do for fun? What’s your favorite animal?”

“I dance!” Ziggy mumbles, snatching a sandwich Eddie had been trying to pass her. “You wanna see me twirl?”

“I would love to.”

“Maybe after you eat.” Eddie mumbles before she can rush to do it. “Once she finds a way to escape the table she can’t ever sit back down.”

“Not true!”

“So true.” Eddie laughs.

“Kid. You’re an everyday Houdini with dinner tables.” Wayne teases, using his fingers to tickle her side which makes her laugh loudly, pushing his hand away.

“Grandpa Wayne!” She whines and Alan freezes, keeping a smile glued on his face. Eddie’s side hurts, the scars aching from the bats teeth.

“She…. They all call him-“ he tries to explain before you’re there to save him.

“The kids missed their grandma and grandpa from my side and I insisted they call Wayne here Grandpa Wayne.” You explain.

“You live with them? Isn’t that right?” Alan asks, looking at Wayne.

“Yes. Little boss pants over here insisted I move in after my hip surgery.” Wayne smiles and you roll your eyes playfullly.

“BIRD.” Halen yells happily, pointing up to the bird flying overhead before bouncing up and down happily and clapping.

“BAT!” Ozzy calls next, pointing to Eddie’s bat tattoos.

“How many tattoos you got now boy?” Alan smiles, looking at his son.

“Oh, Eddie, you should show him your newest one.” Wayne offers. “He’s got the kids' names down his side. It looks great.”

But Eddie blanches, hands shaking as he rubs his side. “Well uh-“

He lifts the shirt slowly, showing the tattoo that has all the first letters of their names and their birthdates by them.

Alan smile falls as he sees his sons side and abdomen, all the scarring there. “Wow….”

“My dad has cool scars!” Motley explains, tracing along the outer edge of one.

“What from?”

“Oh…. Just stuff.” Eddie mumbles out. “We made you some potato salad.”

As soon as all the plates were full everyone began a natural conversation, Alan asking question after question about the kids.

And once lunch was done Alan invites the kids to play some game that they had set up in the courtyard.

“They let anyone with good behavior do this.” He explains as he leads them to the games.

“Yeah? Family day?” Wayne clarifies.

“Yeah.”

“Have you been bad?” Ziggy asks, holding Wayne’s hand as they walk. “Since this is your first family day?”

“No. I’ve been allowed for a couple years. But I just….. didn’t know if anyone would be interested in coming.” Alan answers truthfully. “You remind me of your grandma.”

“I do?” Ziggy smiles.

“Oh yeah. She liked asking questions too. Never stopped.” Alan laughs. “She spent her life wondering new things.”

“Do I look like her?”

“Oh, Zigster-“ Eddie starts but Alan is quick to stop him. “Yeah you kinda do kid. You got her bright eyes.”

Her smile widens and soon enough she was moving to the jump rope game with him close to her.

“This isn’t going bad.” You mumble, watching the girls with Wayne and Alan. “How you feeling?”

“Tense. Pain. Awkward.” Eddie blurts, shuffling Halen around in his arms. “I…. This is not what I imagined.”

“I know.” You mumble, leaning forward to kiss him softly. “But I’m really happy you did.”

“I…..” he trails off, sitting on the benches with you.

“I don’t know how to help Motley with this.” You mumble. “But you’re helping her and you need to know that it absolutely means the world to me.”

“You guys mean the world to me.” He smiles, hand rubbing your knee as he bounces Halen in his lap. “Would you ever…. Allow a supervised visit?”

“For Alan?”

“No. For Billy-“

“No.” You snap out, body physically turning away from him.

“I know. I just think she needs closure-“

“Shut up.” You snap out, standing quickly to go stand with the rest of your group.

Eddie sighs out, chest aching.

The car ride on the way home is silent as all the kids play with the wooden ornaments Alan had made them. Wayne holds the pack of photos you guys had gotten with Alan in his hand and you say between the twins with your arms crossed glaring out the window.

You hadn’t said a word to him since he asked and he was beginning to think he really fucked uo by bringing it up.

Dinner passed in silence and by the time you got the kids ready for bed you both split up to get everyone into bed.

Eddie took the girls, reading them both a bedtime story before taking a moment to pick up the basement lounge area that had been made into their shared playroom.

By the time he makes it upstairs he moves to see if you’re still with the twins, shocked to find that both of them are completely passed out and their starry night light the only source of light in the room.

So he shuffles to the room, finding you sitting on the bench with tears streaming down your face that you keep quickly trying to wipe away.

He shuts the door, moving closer to sit in his knees in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt. “I don’t know why I’m crying. This is so silly.”

“No it’s not.” He mutters, rubbing your thighs. “Nothing that makes you upset is silly.”

“I just don’t know how to help her with this. I’ve never had to go through it and I hate the thought of him seeing her but she’s gotta have something going on here and I can’t be selfish-“ you begin to rant, taking a deep breath in and moving to hold his hands.

“We can try a supervised visit to see if it helps her. Or maybe we ask to see what she wants.” Eddie offers. “Or maybe we distract her with a trip to Disneyland.”

“Shut up!” Your laugh is watery and you slap his shoulder lightly as he lunges up to kiss you. It’s urgent and strong, and you immediately melt into it as his hands slide up your body to keep you pulled close to him.

“I hate when you’re mad at me.” He murmurs when he pulls away, finger tracing your cheek slowly as he admires you.

“I wasn’t mad at you.” You mumble, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I just….. it scares me you know?”

“I know. I also kind of sprung the idea on you.” He answers. You both work in tandem, slowly beginning to undress each other, one piece of clothing at a time as you keep coming in for more kisses.

“Did you lock the door?” You whisper, and he grunts out, sliding from the bed to make sure the door is locked before dashing back to you.

The diner you had chosen to meet Billy at was extremely crowded. Which is why you had chosen it.

You sat at a table for 4, with Motley and Ziggy on either side of you as Billy sat across from you. He has an irritated expression, had one the entire time as Motley and Ziggy talk to him about anything and everything they could.

His answers remained short, and the girls were definitely getting hurt by it.

“I got the chicken tenders and there was only supposed to be three but I got five!” Motley explains with excitement.

“Ok.” Billy shrugs, not really caring and taking a bite out of his burger.

Halfway through the lunch they both decided to just talk to you instead which you were fine with, and once he was done eating he put cash down for his own before kissing their heads and heading out.

You stayed sitting there, smiling at the girls as the waitress cleared the table.

“Are you ready for the check?” She asks sweetly. “I’m sure I can get the chef to make you both a free milkshake.”

She winks as the girls sit up happily and you smile back. “We’re actually waiting on my husband and their brothers. They’ll be here soon.”

“Yeah, we had lunch with my biological dad. But my dad is coming to pick us up. He went to some really big store that had lots of game stuff.”

“He plays DnD.” You nod, and the waitress smiles happily.

“I’ll be right back ladies.”

10 minutes later there is a round of milkshakes as the twins munch on a plate of fries while Eddie listens to the girls talk about the lunch.

“I got the chicken tenders and there was supposed to be three but I ended up getting five!”

“You’re absolutely kidding!” Eddie gasps. “The kitchen must have thought you were awesome.”

“Must have!”

“Did you have ketchup or mustard?”

“Both!”

“Atta girl!” He smiles. “I got you something from the store.”

He pulls out a small pouch and hands it to her so she can dig through it, pulling out a set of pink dice. “NO WAY!”

“I want one!” Ziggy whines and Eddie laughs before pulling out a little princess figurine for her.

“Nerds.” You mumble out which makes him give you a toothy grin.

“Daddy daddy daddy!” Ziggy yells excitedly, running up to where Eddie sat on the couch with his reading glasses on, focusing on the pages before him as the girl climbs up to get to him. “Guess what!”

“What?” He smiles, closing the book to turn to watch her.

She pulls her lip back with a finger to show a gap in her front teeth.

“You lost a tooth!” Eddie laughs with excitement. “Oh Man! The tooth fairy is gonna come give you money tonight!”

“I thought she gave chocolate? In the baskets?”

“No zigster. That’s Easter.” He smiles at her. “The Easter bunny does that. Remember? He pooped all over the house?”

The ‘poop’ had been brownies crumbled, rolled up and set along the floor to make it look like the bunny had pooped everywhere. The girls thought it was hilarious and Eddie regretted setting it up everytime he had to drag Zeppelin away from the brownies.

“So she gives money?”

“Always does.”

“How much?”

“A dollar.”

“That's cheap!”

“Ohhhh be careful little one. She might hear you say that and bring nothing.”

“She wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh she would.”

“What a bitch.” Ziggy sighs out and Eddie tries his hardest not to laugh.

That night Ziggy gets 50 cents and a cute little note saying “how rude.”

She was upset. Eddie thought it was hilarious.

(Time change here gadies and lentlemen)

“Babe! Have you seen my keys?!” Eddie panics from down the stairs, rushing around the house to try and find them as everyone upstairs gets ready for the day. “I can’t find them!”

“Last I saw they were on the bannister!” You call down the steps and Ziggy dashes down, bangs and all.

Ziggy was 11 now, and she had gone through a lot of changes. No more pigtails, now she kept her hair down with bangs, and she always had one tiny braid in it that she always tied off with one colored rubber band. Todays was bright green to match her nice little dress for picture day.

“Hey papa.” She greets, dashing past him to get to the kitchen. “Do we have egos?”

“Egos? Yeah. Sometimes. Eggos however, your aunt El ate them this weekend.” He explains while searching his bag for the keys.

“UGH!” His daughter yells, stomping to go get cereal.

“Hey dad!” Motley smiles, entering the kitchen and moving to kiss his cheek.

“Hey Metalhead- absolutely not. Go up and change.” He snaps, shaking his head.

Things had changed with Motley too, and Eddie hated it. Well he loved her but he hated that she had to go through puberty. Why couldn’t she just stay young and adorable forever?!

Gone were the overalls and plaited hair.

Now she styled her hair in all the new trends and styles, she wore tiny skirts and tiny crop tops. Her nails were always covered with a new color every week and the amount of time Eddie asks her to pick up her stupid sandals has gone too far.

Not to mention the amount of makeup the girls have in their bathroom downstairs.

“What?! Dad!” She sighs, already ready to fight for her outfit. Today she had chosen a pair of heeled Mary janes with tights and a really short black skirt. That he didn’t mind, even if he was the slightest bit concerned about the skirt he knew he should be lucky she wore the pantyhose. The shirt she chose however was a no.

“I can see your midriff!”

“So?”

“You raise your hand once and everyone will see your bra!”

“Again, so?”

“Motley Marie.” He snaps and she sighs out, stomping off to go change as you enter the kitchen with a smile.

“Morning handsome.”

“Babe I need my keys!” He panics, kissing you quickly before rushing past. “I can’t be late for work again!”

“Why's Motley mad?” You ask him while helping him search.

“I told her to put on clothes.”

“Why’s Ziggy mad?”

“Out of Eggos.”

“Got it.”

“Morning!” Halen smiles, jumping down the last 7 stairs which makes you gasp out in fear.

“Halen, you know I hate when you do that!”

“Looking for dads keys?” He asks with a shit eating grin that makes you both groan out and rush to the plants left on the banister.

Lately Halen had been in a bit of a….phase? He liked to steal things. But not actually keep them. No the kid liked to steal and hide things just for the sake of it. His favorite spot to hide things happened to be the plants.

So you both began digging through the plants, searching for the keys.

Motley stomps back up the stairs, and Eddie whirls to see what she is wearing. “Better. Thank you.”

“Whatever.” She grumbles out and moves to grab her bag.

“Cute sweater. Now take it off.” You smile, watching her freeze.

“What do you mean?”

“The top that your dad told you not to wear is under it. You think I’m stupid?”

“UGH! This house is so stupid!” She screams, stomping back down the stairs. Her heels hit the stairs with a thump thump thump each time.

“I would have never realized.” Eddie mumbles, before you pull out a pair of silver keys. “AHA! My beautiful wife!”

“Do we have Eggos?” Halen asks, dashing to the kitchen where Ziggy is shoving her face with cereal.

“No. Stupid.”

“You’re stupid!” He snaps, moving to grab the box.

“Those are mine!” Ziggy snaps. “You chose the Frosted Flakes!”

“Just share!” Eddie sighs. “Your mom and I will go shopping later.”

“Hey guys.” Ozzy mumbles, coming into the kitchen.

The boys were 8, and somehow become exact opposites of eachother. Halen kept his hair short and mostly wore flannels and converse. He liked to steal things for whatever reason and was currently hyper fixated on baseball.

Ozzy liked to keep to the baggy long sleeve shirts and black ripped jeans, he had been wearing out his pair of converse for years now and refused to wear the new ones you and Eddie got him. His hair, pitch black, was extremely curly and reached his mid neck. (I’m thinking like Finn wolfhard hair. You can choose though it’s your kid).

He was currently obsessed with Eragon, and Nirvana. Both of which Eddie could support.

Ozzy came in dragging his cello case until you grabbed it from him and set it on the couch. Instead of guitar the kid chose the cello, and Eddie had gotten him a nice black handmade cello.

“You okay pal?” Eddie asks, watching Ozzy scramble to make toast.

“Yeah. I stayed up late.” The kid mumbles.

“Yeah! His reading light kept me up dad!”

Right on cue Motley stomps back up, wearing a form fitting top that didn’t seem much better but at least she’d be able to raise her hand in class.

“Better?”

“Not much but I’ll allow it.” Eddie smiles, leaning to kiss her cheek right as there is a honk out front. “Really? Samantha can’t just come to the door?”

“It’s not Samantha.” Motley shrugs, grabbing her bag and lip gloss before heading out the door.

“Wait what?!” Eddie calls, following her out. “Fucking Aaron again.”

“Dad, don't embarrass me.” She snaps as she gets into the car.

“Hey man-“ Eddie calls, stopping the door before she can close it on him.

“Don’t worry Mr. Munson. She’s in good hands.”

“I don’t want her in any hands!” He snaps out, glaring at the idiot of a kid.

“Dad!”

“Okay. Fine. Just be careful-“ the door is shut before he could finish his sentence and they are off. “Oh I hate this feeling of parenthood.”

“Come on kids. We gotta go!” You call from the door, trying to get them all to the car. Halen dashes for his seat, papers flying out of his backpack that Eddie quickly moves to snatch.

“Halen? Did you do your homework?” Eddie sighs, seeing most of them blank.

“Ozzy did!” Halen smiles. “I’ll copy it when we’re there.”

“That’s not how that works kid.” He warns as Halen buckles up.

“Are you picking me up after baseball practice?”

“Yes. I might be a couple minutes late because Ozzy needs to be picked up from orchestra.” Eddie answers, kissing his forehead.

You load Ozzys cello into the trunk as Eddie kisses Ozzys head and whispers “don’t give your brother the homework.”

“We both know I will.” Ozzy whispers back before pulling out another book.

“Hey papa.” Ziggy calls, walking around the car with her painting kit. “Bye papa.”

“Bye Zig. Good luck with art class today okay?”

“Good like with Jared.” She smiles, making him smile at the memory of his stupid new mechanic. “Who doesn’t know what a wrench is?”

“Bye, love you.” You mutter, kissing him quickly before jumping in the car. “Don’t forget Motley has cheer practice tonight, she’ll be home around 8. I’ll be with Ziggy tonight for parent teacher conferences. If she’s a minute late-“

“Grounded. Got it.” He smiles, leaning down to get an actual kiss. “Don’t forget I love you.”

“Never do.” You tease.

“I don’t get it.” Samantha mumbles, watching Motley through the schools bathroom mirror with wide eyes. “You’re bailing again?”

“I just don’t have time.” Motley sighs, fixing her lip gloss. “I have plans.”

“But we always do friday movie nights.” Sam whines. “Motley-“

“There’s a party tonight.”

“Then I’ll go with you.”

“You weren’t invited.” Motley laughs in her friends face before taking off the shirt she wore over her favorite top and walking out of the bathroom.

On the way out she bumps into Vinny, shrinking a bit at the glare he gives her.

“Munson.” He snaps, shoving past her to get to class.

“Harrington.” She responds, blanching as he flips her off over his shoulder.

Vinny or Vince as he likes to go by now, had grown up quite a bit. Gone was Vinny the nerdy boy that only read and never talked to anyone.

In his place came Vince, the schools valedictorian and the best baseball player they had. He had grown into an extremely attractive man and it didn’t help that he was nearly 6’3.

The thing was? He hated Motley and her friends. Hated them for being bullies because that’s exactly what all her new friends were.

“Harrington?” She calls, swiveling to follow him.

He doesn’t turn, merely keeps walking like he could ignore her. “Hey Harrington!”

“What do you want?” He snaps out.

“There’s a party tonight and I wanted to see-“

“Motley. Are you serious?” Vince snaps, glaring down at her. “It’s DND night.”

“So?”

“Everyone is there for dnd night?” He asks. “It’s tradition.”

“They won’t even notice that I’m not there-“

“You’re dad is never gonna let you go.”

“He doesn’t have to know.” She shrugs.

“Whatever. Just….. leave me alone okay? And have your friends leave my brother alone. He already struggles with his speech thing and you guys just make it-“

“W-w-w-orse?” She teases, laughing at his brother until his glare deepens.

“You know what? I heard my dad talking to yours the other day and he said that you were starting to remind him of Billy. I didn’t see it at first.” He sneers. “I see it now.”

And he’s off again, leaving her in the crowded hallway feeling stupid.

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Welcome to the Freak Show (Part 8)

Eddie x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2847

From beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: Short scene of violence (one guy gets punched), swearing, kissing, smoking, underage drinking

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

A few days had passed. You were sat at lunch with Alice. A handsome guy walks over to you and sits opposite you as he smiles. You smile back at him “Hey. I’m Jay. You’re Liz right?” you nod “I umm. I wondered if you wanted to go see a movie or something this weekend?” he shyly says. You smile softly at him

“Thank you so much for the offer but I’m not really looking for anything like that...” he nods, looking down slightly

“Cool. That’s fine”

“I’m sorry, it’s not personal I just... I’m not looking for a relationship right now” he nods and smiles at you

“No its fine. I get it. Would you want to hang out anyway some time? As friends that is” you nod

“As friends yes. Sometime next week maybe? I’m not sure when I’m working” he nods

“Well, when you know what days you can do come and tell me, yeah?” you nod and smile as he stands up. He walks past Chris who calls out to him as he stands

“Jay. What were you doing mate?”

“Excuse me?”

“You asking out my girl, huh?”

“I thought you two broke up...?” he looks confused as Chris grabs him by the collar of his shirt. You stand up, going over to the two boys

“She’s mine, got it?” he nods, his arms up in defines.

“I was just curious about what she was doing this weekend. That’s all dude. She’s not free anyway” he scoffs as you reach them. You place a hand on Chris’s shoulder

“Let him go” he looks at you “Now” he drops him, you turn to Jay “Are you ok?” he nods, adjusting his clothes. Muttering under his breath. Chris hears him talking, turning around and threatening to punch him. You grab his fist, “No!” he looks at you, sadness filling his eyes. You are aware of the whole room watching you as you talk to him “I am sorry but you can’t control who I speak to. We aren’t dating anymore. We won’t ever date again. I am sorry if that hurts you, truly. But you need to move on with your life. For both of our sanities” he looks down, fests clenching.

“I love you...”

“I used to...” You hear someone mutter something again, behind Chris this time. Before you can stop him, he turns around. Punching the poor person straight in the nose. Teachers come over, having heard the commotion beforehand. They take you 4 away from the scenario, taking the kid with the bleeding nose to the nurse as you and the other 2 boys get taken to the principal.

It’s official. Chris has been expelled in defiantly for threatening and violent behaviour. He had the rest of the day (only 2 more lessons left) before he was banned from entering school property. The councillor spoke to you, saying you could try and get a legal thing against him for your safety but you didn’t. Instead you carried on your day as normal. The next 2 lessons you had all your old friends coming up to you and speaking to you, asking to hang out, which you agreed. They all said that how Chris behaved was crossing the line. The only one who didn’t make plans with you was Jessica and her two closest friends. The rest of the group, about 5 boys and 3 girl, all made plans with you. Even asked for you to hang out with them again at lunch time on Monday.

You felt much loved whilst you were at school. Everyone who had hated you a few months ago liked you and you had your social standings once again. However, when you got home the drama from your school made your home seem quiet. Too quiet. You felt unsafe here. Worried that Chris would find you and do god knows what when he did. You hide your face into your hands before, feeling tears start to prick your eyes. You go over to the phone, dialling in Alice’s number. Needing to chat to someone. Have someone near. But no answer. You cry out in frustration, before your eyes go to the little note by your phone. A number written onto it. You wipe your nose on your sleeve, dialling the numbers. A few rings pass before it gets picked up “Hello?” you let out a small sob at the comfort of his voice

“Eddie?” You sniffle slightly “Its Liz”

“Are you ok?” you nod slightly, resting your head against the wall

“I’m ok. Just needed to talk to a friend. Are you free at the moment?”

“Yes. Of course”

“Can you come over...?” you whisper out, more tears falling down your cheeks.

“I’ll be at yours in 10 minutes, ok?” you nod

“Thank you Eddie...” you whisper, hearing him hang up. You sit impatiently inside your house. What seemed like several hours but probably only a few minutes there is a knock on the door. You go over, opening it and embracing the long haired boy. Digging your head into his shoulder as you take in the comforting smell of smoke and his leather. He wraps his arms around you and after a few minutes of silent hugging he walks in, shutting the door behind him as he goes over to the sofa. One arm stays wrapped round you the whole time. Bringing you onto his lap, your body turned towards his but your les outstretched on the sofa. His in a normal sitting positon under you as one hand goes around your back and the other rests on your thigh, gently stroking it. He cradles you like this as you hide in the crook of his neck. You sit like this for what you reckon is an hour before you hear your stomach. He chuckles slightly. The seriousness of the room dying down a little as your belly grumbles. He picks you up bridal style before gently placing you on the sofa. He kneels beside you, taking your hands in his as he talks

“I’m going to go make some food, ok? Then we can watch some movies” you nod as he stands up, going to your kitchen you hear him opening cupboards. You grab a blanket, placing it over yourself as you pull it up close to you. He walks back in. Two plates of toast and jam in hand. He places them both down on the coffee table, taking his jacket off and placing it on the floor before he goes over to your movie collection. “Any suggestions?”

“I don’t want to force you to watch something you won’t like...”

“Don’t be silly. How about... Sound of Music? That’s a jolly film right?” he grabs it out and holds it up, turning to face you as you nod. He goes over to your TV, placing the video in as he then comes and sits down next to you, letting you rest your legs over him as you both eat and watch the film. Halfway through the film, you reach your hand out and take his in yours. Holding it for the entirety of the rest of the film.

The film finishes and you realise not one of you has said a word to each other since the film started. “Do you- what time do you need to get home?”

“I don’t have a set time I need to be back” you nod, the hand that’s holding his gently tracing over his various rings.

“Can you stay the night please...? I’m scared to be alone tonight” he nods, using the hand that you were holding to pull you up to a sitting positon and hugging you.

“I can stay with you this weekend if you want?” you nod, hiding your face in his shoulder

“I’d really like that” he nods, kissing the top of your head and looking at the time

“Come on. We should get to bed” he stands up, hand outstretched to you “I will probably go back tomorrow, just to grab some fresh clothes and tell my uncle where I am but you can come with me and then we can come back here” you nod, taking his hand as he takes you into your bedroom. “I’ll be on the couch. Come and get me if you need anything” he smiles, turning away from you as you grab his wrist

“Please... please stay in here with me...” you look down shyly. He looks at you, nodding slowly.

“I’ll leave so you can get dressed. I’ll be just outside the door, ok?” you nod, letting his arm go as he goes outside, shutting the door behind him. You strip your clothes off. Placing your oversized shirt over your body as your pyjamas. You go over and open the door, walking over to your mirror as you take your makeup off. Placing your hair in a bun as he walks in. You go and get underneath the covers on your bed. Looking at him and grabbing towards him. He comes over, you lift the covers up as he gets in next to you. You face him

“Thank you for this”

“It’s what friends are for right?” you nod. Yawning and covering your mouth. You take a hold of his hand once again, it comforting you as you lie on your back and shut your eyes. You feel him link his fingers with yours. His body still facing towards you as you hear his breathing start to soften. You fall asleep to the sound of it.

When you wake up, you feel his fingers intertwined with yours still. You grunt slightly as you stretch, turning to face him. You open your eyes slightly, seeing him glancing at you as he smiles “Good morning beautiful” you smile at his words. Rubbing your face with your hand you shut your eyes again “You better not be falling asleep again” you smile, hearing him laugh slightly as he gently boops your nose “wake up, Liz. It’s the morning” you shake your head, covering his mouth. He chuckles again, feeling him move away from you, letting go of your hand. You frown slightly, opening your eyes to look at him as he stands up and stretches. “I am in desperate need of a shower. Do you mind?” you shake your head, pointing at your wardrobe

“Clean towels are in there” he nods, going over and grabbing one.

“I’ll shower, you get dressed. We go to my place so I can grab things and then we come back here and hang out” you nod

“Sounds like a good plan” he grins at you, gently patting your leg as he heads out of the room. You hear the shower start to run, taking that as a cue to stand up and go over to your drawers. Picking out fresh clothes you start to get dressed. Trousers and a tight fitted shirt. You go and look in the mirror, applying some mascara and tying your hair up into a high ponytail as you hear the shower then stop running. You go out, seeing him sitting on the sofa waiting for you. He smiles at you, standing up

“Shall we, m’lady?” he says with a smile. You nod, locking the door behind you as you both head to his van.

You drive to his place. You look at the trailer park houses. He pulls up by one “This is me” you nod as you both get out, heading to the house he enters. “I’ll be as quick as I can. Stay here” you nod, looking around at the place as he wonders into one of the back rooms. About 5 minutes pass and he walks back out. He writes something down on a piece of paper and uses a magnet to hold it up as he puts it on the fridge.

“I’m sorry to be such a pain” he shakes his head, frowning slightly

“You aren’t a pain. Don’t even think for one second you are, ok?” you nod, both heading back to his car. You get in, starting to drive back to your house. “What do you want to do today then?”

“I don’t know. I think we should go and get some snacks and watch films at my house all day. I have some more horror style films that I think you’ll prefer then the one we watched last night” he chuckles

“I did enjoy The Sound of Music. More than I thought I would”

“Perfect. I just need to get you to watch Grease” he chuckle again, flipping you the bird quickly as he drives. When you get back to your place, he goes to your kitchen, opening the fridge. He takes something out, holding up a bottle of beer

“Can I have this?”

“Of course. Alice brought them round last time she was here but I don’t drink very often” he nods, grabbing another one out as well as he comes and sits down on the sofa. You pick out Jaws. Showing it to him as he nods, opening his drink and taking a sip as you start to play the movie. You go and sit next to him, putting your legs underneath you as you then lean your head on his shoulder. You feel him hesitantly put his arm around your waist as you watch the film.

“I thought you didn’t watch horror?”

“I don’t but I can’t force you to watch all my shitty films” he laughs, running his hand up your waist slightly as a comfort thing

“You don’t have to worry about me. Honestly” you jump slightly at the film, dreading how scary it’ll be when the actual horror starts to set in. He lets out a small chuckle, taking a few sips of his beer.

The film finishes. You are hiding behind your hands as his arm around your waist has gotten tighter around you. He’s already drunk one, the other sitting unopened. He places the empty bottle on the table. Moving his arm from around you and going over to the TV, ejecting the video. “I’m going to have a smoke. Then film number two?” you nod

“Can we watch a happier film please? With maybe slightly less death” he laugh but nods, grabbing his jacket from the floor he pulls out his cigarettes and lighter. Going to the door and opening it, he stands, placing it into his mouth and lighting it. The door open so you can still see him. He faces you slightly, you’re now lying on the sofa, your shirt risen a bit from the angle you’re in. He traces his eyes over your body before looking back outside. This little detail doesn’t catch your gaze though as you lie on you back. Silence fills the room as you get the occasional waft of smoke hit your nostrils. A few minutes pass and he comes over to you, kneeling down by the head of the sofa and putting his head over the edge as he looks down on you, him appearing upside down due to the angle. His arms resting on the edge of the sofa. You smile up at him

“You stole my seat” he smiles at you as you nod, hiding your face with your hands. He laughs as you peak through your fingers.

“I’m not here”

“Oh no?”

“Nope” you shake your head “no one is here” he laughs, taking your hands in his and moving them from your face

“This human must just be a figment of my imagination then” you nod and bite your lip slightly, his eyes darting down to look at them as he smiles again. Eyes meeting yours. You stay looking at each other for a long while. Him over you, hands still holding yours. You let go of one of his hands, taking a hold of his shirt and pulling him down. Lips onto yours as you kiss him. The hand you let go off comes and goes by the side of your head as he positons himself more over you, the hand keeping him balanced. Your hand stays as a closed fist around his shirt as you slowly kiss each other, the taste of his cigarette and beer lingering on his tongue. The hand holding yours moves slightly, linking his fingers with yours. He pulls away, his eyes scan down the length of your body as he smiles before placing a kiss to your lips again “Come on” you shake your head

“No, I don’t wanna move” you whine out as he laughs

“You need to move, come on” you pout at him, making him laugh more. He lets go of your hand, going over and putting in another film. You watch him as he comes back over, lifting your head up so he can sit underneath you and allowing your head to rest on his lap. He grabs a blanket and puts it over your body, gently stroking your hair as the next film plays.