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tellmyah · 8 days

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I always see dbf!Abby but never dbf?reader🏃🏽‍♀️‍➡️🏃🏽‍♀️‍➡️maybe? Idk

༉‧₊˚. — this is so genius??? thank you anon ily

it all starts when you notice a middle-aged man with dirty blonde hair outside of the house across the street from yours, a look of disappointment on his face. he has many potted plants, maybe too many, and over half of them are dying. you stroll over to his front yard and he wastes no time in expressing his frustration to you, a total stranger who had just moved here with your family a few weeks ago.

“i just don’t get it. i water them every single day. it’s not like they aren’t getting enough sunlight, right?”

you hum in acknowledgment, and he steps aside to allow you to take a look for yourself. it’s almost comical how quickly you notice the cause of his problem.

“it has nothing to do with the amount of sunlight or water they’re getting, actually. look at the soil of the ones that are dying.” you kneel down to feel the soil of one droopy plant in particular– a bunch of faded red petunias– and gather some soil between your fingers. “dry as a desert.”

you spend the rest of your day helping jerry replace the soil in the effected pots over some pleasant small talk, in which he confides in you that ever since his wife passed away, he’s been struggling to upkeep her impressive garden. the hard work is done by the time the sun sets, and he invites you in to wash your hands and have a glass of water.

that’s the very first time you get to meet abby.

she’s about your age, standing at nearly six feet tall. even in her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, you can tell that she’s made of pure muscle. initially, when she walks down the stairs and sees a random girl in her kitchen, having a conversation with her father about invasive plant species in seattle, she’s puzzled, but she recognizes you fairly quickly.

she remembers watching from her bedroom window while you helped your mom to drag a couch in through the front door. she remembers going outside to check the mailbox and seeing you, sitting on your porch, feet propped up on the short wooden fence with a book in your hands. she could never seem to take her eyes off of you any chance she got to see you, so, when she sees you standing in her home, she completely freezes. luckily for her, jerry rushes to introduce the two of you.

“i didn’t even know you were home, sweetie! abby, this is y/n. y/n, this is abby, my daughter.”

“hey,” she extends a hand, “i’m abby.”

you smile as you reach for her hand and shake it. “bet you can’t guess what my name is.”

abby’s nose scrunches up as she realizes her mistake, completely aware that she isn’t thinking straight. she can’t be too embarrassed, though. not with the way your eyes scan her from head to toe like a predator sizing up its prey. “cut me some slack, i haven’t had my coffee yet. anyways, why are you both covered in dirt?”

the night ends with jerry scolding abby for making coffee so late, and thanking you for all of your help before sending you home with a homemade chocolate chip muffin.

since then, jerry shows up at your door when he needs help or simply has a question about gardening, and you never hesitate to help him. he’s a respectable man who just wants to honor his wife’s memory, to keep something of hers alive even if it isn’t her.

within a few months, his garden is looking lively and vibrant and noticeably healthy. after a few more months, he’s able to do everything you’ve taught him on his own, but you still come visit a few times a week to see how it’s going.

each and every time, abby finds some excuse to talk to you. you aren’t blind to it, but you certainly aren’t opposed to it. she’ll compliment your hair, your outfit, thank you for helping her dad with something so important to him, and anything else she can say to get you to stick around longer.

it isn’t much longer until jerry invites you to a barbecue in his backyard. an hour into it, he’s standing with a few of his friends around the grill, some neighborhood kids are playing with water guns in the yard, and you can’t help but notice his daughter’s absence.

you excuse yourself to the restroom in the middle of a gossip session with a few older ladies from around the block. however, the first thing you do when you step inside is beeline up the stairs and toward abby’s room.

of course, you knock first, and hear a muffled “come in” from the other side of the door. you enter, and see abby sitting on her bed with her laptop open, clearly drowning in her college work. her messy blonde hair is in a low bun, and her body is engulfed by a sweatshirt that is at least two sizes too big for her. she glances up, notices it’s you, and immediately straightens her slouched posture. “oh. y/n, uh… hey. you look nice. like, really nice.”

“nice enough to make you come join the party?”

“not that nice. i’m dying over here.” she vaguely gestures to her laptop.

“you’re pretty for a dead girl.” you hum, walking over to sit next to her and take a look at the laptop. there’s a concoction of mathematical problems plastered on the screen from top to bottom. your eyes hurt just looking at it. “oh, abby, you poor thing. all i can do is pray for you.”

“why do i need to know what a logarithm function is? and since when is there limits to infinity? i thought the whole point of infinity is that it’s limitless.”

you decide to cut her off before she can get any more worked up than she already is. “what’s your major?”

“pathology. which, mind you, has nothing to do with logarithm functions.”

you huff out a laugh. “pathology… what’s that? something medical, right?”

“yeah, pretty much just the study of diseases.”

“that’s hot.“

abby stares at you blankly, and you stare right back. clearly, you have her full attention now. “why do you always do shit like that?”

“like what?”

“like, you know… ‘that’s hot,’ shit like that.” she says, trying her luck at a very bad impression of you. “calling me pretty. staring at me.”

“because i think you’re pretty, and i like staring at you.” you answer simply. “why? want me to stop?”

“i didn’t say that.”

you smile, eyes studying her flustered face, the pout on her parted lips and the reddening blush across her cheeks.

just as she thinks you’re finally going to make a move, you stand up from your spot on her bed and begin heading toward the door. “well, it’s always nice talking to you, abby, but i gotta get back to the party before linda thinks i abandoned her.”

“what– who’s linda?” she tilts her head.

“the lady from down the street. you know, the one with the blue eyeshadow and smoker’s cough.”

abby scoffs at the description. “oh, right. linda. do you really have to go?”

you lean against the doorframe and cross your arms. “i don’t know. what would happen if i stayed?”

this questions seems to leave abby at a loss for words. is there even a right answer? she could be reading too far into this, and end up looking like a creep if she spoke her mind– but then again, she could be missing out on a golden opportunity if she doesn’t. she’s wanted you for as long as she’s known you, that’s completely true, but saying it out loud is something different.

after a long few moments of silence, you stand upright once more and reach for her doorknob. “thought so.”

with that, you shut her door and join the party downstairs once more, leaving abby alone with a million thoughts and feelings. she can’t focus on her work. she can’t focus on anything other than the way you smelled, sitting so close to her. how soft your skin looked, how she gets goosebumps just thinking about your voice.

once the party has died down and she’s done helping her dad clean up, she rushes back up to her room (and puts away all of the schoolwork she never got to), so that she can send you a simple message from her phone.

can you come over?

#the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader

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ghostfacd · 9 months

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the sun to my moon. QH43

au masterlist

warnings: mention of underage drinking + peer pressuring, cursing, a tiny tiny hint of angst, not proofread so there might be mistakes, someone’s mean to sunny </3

It wasn’t a shocker that Quinn Hughes was a very grumpy person. He was fairly quiet, eyes calculating as they scan every corner of the room.

If you didn’t know him well, you’d probably think Quinn was just plain mean. He wasn’t, or maybe, not that mean, he just didn’t like talking to people—or people at all, for the matter.

It was pretty cold that December in New Jersey, but the lake house was warm and the waters were a fairly nice dark blue. He had gone home to visit his parents, as well as Jack and Luke. It was nice to be back in America, a change from Vancouver.

“Hi Quinn sweetie!” Ellen greets her son happily, engulfing him in a hug that he returns with a small smile. He had only really smiled to his mom, appreciating her constant support and encouragement. “Oh! Jack brought home his girlfriend! You should meet her,”

Quinn raises his eyebrows at this, never hearing Jack mention a girlfriend in any of their family calls. Was the boy finally settling down?

He walked into the living room, surprised to see two brunette girls along with Jack. Brunette? Now this got Quinn’s attention. He’d always thought his brother would go for.. blondes.

“Hi! I’m Jack’s girlfriend, you must be his older brother!” The girl smiles brightly, making Quinn almost grimace. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Jack has told me so much!”

“I’m sure he has,” Quinn chuckles awkwardly, shaking the hand she had extended to him earlier.

Jack smiles at his favorite people interacting with another. “This is my girl’s best friend, Sunny Damount.” He points to the other brunette girl who almost takes Quinn’s breath away.

Jesus, was she an angel in disguise?

“Sunny?” Quinn questions. He’s never met anyone named Sunny, so his voice almost sounds confused.

“I’m Y/N, but everyone just calls me Sunny because they say I remind them of a ray of sunshine!” Her face converts into the most beautiful smile Quinn’s ever seen in his life—aside from his mom—and he can’t help but feel his knees grow weak.

“Nice to meet you Sunny,” Quinn smiles, and Jack and Luke throw a glance at each other in amusement.

“Hey Q, why don’t you show her around?” Jack suggests. “I mean, you know the lake house like the back of your hand.”

Quinn rolls his eyes slightly, noticing what his brother was trying to do. “So do you and Luke.”

“Yeah but cmon Quinn! Don’t be rude to our guest!”

Quinn finally agrees, not like he didn’t want to tour the cute girl anyways. He slides open the backyard door, signaling Sunny to go out first. When Sunny’s back is turned, Quinn slides out his tongue at both Jack and Luke, to which they responded with a mischievous grin on their faces.

“So you go to Umich?” Quinn asks as he closes the sliding door. He noticed her sweater from earlier, the dark blue fabric with a M stitched to its front.

“I do!” The girl giggles, even though there’s nothing funny. If it had been anyone else, Quinn would’ve cringed internally. But he doesn’t. “I’m a junior this year, crazy how time flies.”

“Yeah, really crazy.”

The two are silent for a while, Quinn’s nervousness and overthinking causes him to just go mute while Sunny smiles at practically everything that catches her eyes.

“You’ll be staying here until Jack’s girlfriend leaves?” He questions.

“Yeah! She invited me here because she said I needed to get out the dorm more now that it’s Christmas break. I guess she’s right,”

Quinn looks down at the ground, smiling to himself. Even though he barely knew Sunny, he was glad she was staying at the lake house.

A few days pass by without much interaction from the two, Jack’s girlfriend always managing to take Sunny away before Quinn could even utter out a word. He was slightly annoyed, but he knew he couldn’t tell Jack or Luke. They’d tease them endlessly.

That night, Jack had brought home some beers, all of them, minus Luke, went outside and sat on the dock, bringing the cans out with them.

“Do you want one?” Quinn whispers to Sunny.

Jack and his girlfriend were in another world, busy cuddling up to one another and taking slow sips from their cans.

“Oh no—it’s okay. I don’t drink, I’d rather wait till I’m 21,”

Quinn had almost forgotten Sunny was only 20. It was a surprise to him that she’d actually wait that long; everybody he knew had started drinking in high school, not caring about the legal age.

“That’s alright, you can have fun while being sober too.” Quinn almost cringes at his words, but luckily, Sunny nods with a bright smile on her face.

“You really are a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Quinn whispers.

“What was that Quinn?”

“Oh,” Quinn smiles sheepishly, not expecting Sunny to have heard him. “Nothing.”

The next weekend, Jack once again came up with another one of his crazy ideas—this one being throwing a party since Jim and Ellen were going away for a few days to stay at a fancy resort.

Quinn didn’t like social outings, in fact, he wants desperately to sneak away into his room and blast music in his airpods. But he decides to stay downstairs, sitting right next to Sunny who only has fruit punch in her cup.

“Hey, is that Sunny Damount?!” A random guy comes up to them, getting a bit too close to Sunny for Quinn’s liking. “Sunnyyyyy!”

He’s clearly drunk, and Quinn wants to rip him away from the girl.

“Have a drink Sun! It’s so good!” The guy almost spills his cup of alcohol on Sunny, making the girl’s smile falter. It was the first time Quinn didn’t see such a bright smile on her face.

“I’m okay Kyle, I don’t drink,”

The guy, who Quinn can only guess is named Kyle, gets even closer to Sunny, making her slowly back up into the kitchen island.

“You don’t drink? You’re like twenty Sunny, it’s a party. You have to drink.”

Quinn pushes Kyle slightly off Sunny, throwing the boy a glare. “Sunny says she doesn’t drink, Kyle. So why don’t you turn around and leave?”

Kyle scoffs, throwing a glare towards Quinn’s way. “Whatever, I was going to leave anyway!”

Sunny sighs in relief when she sees the boy leave. “Thank you Quinn,” she shyly mumbles.

“It’s alright Sunny,” he reassures her. “No guy should be pressuring you to drink when you clearly don’t want to.”

And by the end of the party, Quinn realizes he’s fucked.

He’s inlove with Sunny Damount.

And he’s never been inlove. Well not seriously. He has had a few girlfriends then and there, but it was silly and it surely wasn’t love.

So what does Quinn Hughes do when he’s in such a dilemma? He pivots. He does what most considers a fucked up and idiotic thing to do. He ignores her.

What better way to dig his feelings in a hole and bury them than ignoring the girl he was inlove with?

Sunny is clearly confused when Quinn gives her one worded answers, and she almost wants to cry when he barely even acknowledges her presence.

What did she do wrong? Everybody loved her, so why was Quinn ignoring her?

It didn’t make her feel any better when she went to the market and bumped into a really mean girl she knew who said some not so nice things about her.

That, along with Quinn not talking to her, leads Sunny to have a breakdown on the dock, knees against her chest as she buries her face into them.

Even though Quinn tries to put away his worries, he can’t help but feel bugged that he hadn’t seen Sunny the entire afternoon. He spots the familiar brunette sitting on the dock, and even though his head tells him no, his heart begged him to say yes.

Quinn Hughes listened to his heart.

He walks up to Sunny, sitting beside her close enough that lets her know he’s there but not so close that she’s uncomfortable.

“Are you okay Suns?”

Sunny sniffles, lifting her head to see Quinn. Suddenly, her cries intensify, making the poor boy panic in worry.

“Shh, it’s okay Sunny.” He mumbles, patting her back.

“It’s not!” She sobs, “first, the boy I like ignores me for no reason, and then this really really mean girl says that I put on this fake nice act and that I’m just some loser who doesn’t drink!”

Quinn’s heart skips a beat when Sunny practically confesses her feelings to him. He can’t help but feel incredibly guilty at ignoring her for so long.

“I’m sorry Suns, I never meant to hurt you.” Quinn pulls her body into his chest, placing his chin on head. “The truth was, I’m inlove with you and I didn’t know how to handle that so I figured ignoring you would make my feelings away?”

Sunny stops crying for a second, slightly giggling at Quinn’s words. “Are you stupid Quintin?!”

Quinn grimaces. “I know, I know. But I was just scared. You made my heart beat faster, and before I knew it, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I never felt so inlove with anyone before—and I felt like I couldn’t breathe with you not near me. You’re like the sun to my moon, Sunny. You brighten up my day with the most prettiest smile I’ve ever seen, and your giggles bring me the most happiness I’ve ever experienced in my life. I just… I just didn’t know how to express that to you without scaring you off.”

Sunny wipes away her tears, placing a small tender kiss on Quinn’s jaw. “You could’ve just said so, Quinn. I’m inlove with you as much as you are inlove with me.”

Quinn finally decides to push away all his nervousness and lean down to give Sunny a kiss, one that he’s been dying to do since the day he met her at the lake house.

And just like that, Sunny Damount had became the sun in Quinn Hughes’ life.

#[ sunny!yn x quinn ]#quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes angst #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes au #hughes brothers #nhl fanfiction #nhl au

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imahinatjon · 2 months

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Doubt

Dazai x Reader

Kinda sad i guess.

I haven't proofread any of this. I'll do it at a later date.

You figured your mom wouldn't like this guy. She was... an overly judgmental woman.

And Dazai? Well, he didn't hide much. Aside from some really dark stuff. He didn't tone down his personality for anyone. So when he asked to meet your family, you sort of panicked. You didn't want him to meet them. You wanted to keep him and your family as far apart as you could until it was absolutely necessary. But Dazai assured you it would be fine. You hadn't really told him what it was like, so you didn't blame him.

Unbeknownst to you, he already knew. Or at least, had a general idea. You didn't need to say anything to him for him to understand where a lot of your troubles stemmed from. Why you didn't want him to meet them.

But in his mind? Better to get it out of the way now instead of a few years down the line.

So the day came. Your mother was lovely. A darling woman, offering Tea and Buiscuits, showing a keen interest. She didn't breath a word to you, unless it was to extend a kind courtesy. To put on a kind show.

You sat the entire time with bated breath, an anxiety ever lingering until you looked to the man sat beside you.

Dazai.

He'd toned his usual attitude down to meet your family.

There was no mentions of suicide. No over the top expressions or flirting, he seemed like... the picture perfect boyfriend.

You felt it was okay to excuse yourself to the bathroom with how strangely well this was going.

"So, YN"

You sighed, of course, things were going a little too perfectly. She cornered you in the hallway just outside the front room, just out of earshot from everyone else.

"How much did he cost?"

"What?" If you didn't know her so well, what she insinuated would have been more of a surprise. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

"You can't be serious? It's ovbious he's not into you, you must have given him something?" she quizzed you again.

"Uh... no mom, he really is my boyfriend"

"Riiight. Right... a little out of your league isn't he?"

You rolled your eyes. And tried to walk past. She didn't stop you. Not really, just...

"I hope you treat him well, that you stopped being so lazy, Hope your not neglecting him as much as you neglect the rest of us"

You continued on your way after what she said. It was hardly bad, in your eyes. Out of everything else she could have said to you, this was the lesser evil.

But... it plagued you a little for the rest of your visit.

He was... out of your league. You knew she was right. He WAS out of your league. Was he in it for something else?

Home... or rather, your shared home with Dazai felt cold and unwelcoming as you stepped through your own front door. You felt sick to your stomach. You could have sworn you felt homesick.

You wanted to go back. This didn't feel right anymore. You didn't feel like you belonged at this other persons apartment. You shared a bed with Dazai, but got no sleep. Merely found yourself lying awake all night. Sometimes staring out the window, sometimes staring at the ceiling. And occasionally, your gaze would linger on your loves face.

You knew it was a bad idea to take Dazai to meet your mom. You knew she would plant an idea in your head that made you doubt yourself.

She did it with your last partner, told you that you weren't treating them right - as if she knew a thing, but... you broke up with them over it. She also did it when you applied for a new job, you had an interview coming up, and she told you they'd never hire someone as lazy, inexperienced and unmotivated as you, so you missed the interview.

She never likes your artwork, however good it was, she made fun of your fashion sense, never liked your hobbies, called you unoriginal and boring.

Yet she relied on you for everything when you lived there. You did everything she ever wanted, but it was never enough. She only saw the bad in you.

And you in turn only saw the bad in the world.

When you met dazai that changed. He was weird, and has his flaws, but he was persistent, kind, and as honest as he could be with you. He had his moments, where he'd dissappear, only to reappear a few hours later floating down some river you or someone else had to dive in to save him from. Which he always complained about, in such a gentle and playful way. It wasn't perfect, but you thought it was... did he not think the same?

The thought brought tears to your eyes. Silent sobs escaping your sealed lips as you sat up and made a plan.

When dazai awoke the next morning it was with a start. A bad dream had plagued him during the later part of his sleep, and he couldn't place why. Until of course, he noticed you weren't beside him. Call him dependant, weak, or whatever, but since he begun sharing a home and a bed with you, everything felt just that little bit better. His unconscious mind didn't plague him like it used too, because now he got to hold you.

Now, Dazai is not a stupid man, even in his sleep hazed mind, he noticed something was off.

Most ovbious being that he couldn't see you anywhere. So he stood, to have a look around, a small investigation.

Not that he had to look far, you left a note on the kitchen counter. A note that left a sense of gloom. The colour drained from his home as he read. Words he couldn't register. All he knew is that it meant you had left him. Took your things and ran in the night.

He couldn't understand why though? He thought you had a perfect relationship. Did you not think the same?

He wasn't in the right mind to think properly. He needed time to register. Time to understand, and time to work out why.

But he'd make sure it didn't take too long. He couldn't let you go like that. Not without understanding at the very least.

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PART 2

Masterlist :3

#imagine #fanfic #bungou stray dogs #x reader #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai

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mauesartetc · 1 year

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While we're waiting for Millie's shine in later episodes, how would you develop Millie and how would you write her?

PFFF uhh I expect we'll be waiting indefinitely tbh. But I guess the first step would be to ask a lot of questions and figure out which pieces are missing from the puzzle. Here's a list of what's on my mind about Millie, in no particular order:

In "The Harvest Moon Festival", she hugged her dad upon seeing him, but not her mom. Was she closer to her dad growing up? Why?

What first attracted her to knives and axes, and who taught her to use them as weapons?

What was her favorite job on the farm growing up?

Who was her first love?

How did she meet Blitzo and Moxxie?

What occupations did she have before joining IMP?

Does she ever hang out with anyone other than her coworkers and her husband? What are her friends like? How did they meet?

Does she want to have kids someday?

What's her educational background? If she went to college, which subject/s did she major in?

What hobbies does she have outside of killing people?

Millie's aggressive, violent side is emblematic of Wrath ring culture, but does she have any traits that clash with it?

What's her favorite location in all of Hell, and why?

Standard job interview fare: Where does she see herself in five years?

Why doesn't she ever stand up to Blitzo when he berates her husband? (I mean, in a meta sense, we know why, but what's the reason inside the narrative?)

What does her extended family look like? Do they all live in Wrath, or are they spread out across other rings?

What does she love most about Moxxie?

What did she and Moxxie do on their first date?

What's her most prized possession?

Most of these questions are fairly surface-level, like the kind of thing you'd ask someone you just met at a party. But the thing is, we've barely been introduced to Millie through this entire series. It'd help if she spent an episode or two away from Moxxie so we can see her personality as an individual rather than part of a set. These writers seem to think true love = being attached at the hip, but that's not how strong relationships work. You need a balance of the partners spending time together and having time to themselves. If a relationship leaves no room for independence, it'll get stifling pretty damn quick.

Maybe at some point, Millie gets burnt out from work and decides she needs a solo vacation for her mental health. This would separate her from Moxxie and provide an opportunity to glimpse parts of her life that don't revolve around him and IMP, as well as delve into the fractured mental state of a character who's usually a pillar of strength. To co-opt and rephrase a meme real quick: Everyone asks "What can Millie do for me?", not "How is Millie doing?"

Ideally, the whole episode would focus on her, with no B- or C-plots. She could meet her friends for coffee, or maybe visit extended family members. Perhaps learn some things about herself she never knew before. This all sounds very low-key and lacking in spectacle for this show, but any plot can crackle with deft storytelling. It'd be preferable if the episode answered multiple questions (not too many, but multiple) about the character at its center.

But when all's said and done, it seems the most important question is: What does this character currently struggle with the most? What do they want, and what's preventing them from getting it?

One major problem Millie and the other IMP employees have is that they don't seem to want anything. There's not much driving their actions.

Blitzo presumably wants his business to succeed, but what does that look like to him? What specific goal is he trying to reach? The Goetia family has a bit more direction: Stolas wants a deeper emotional connection with Blitzo (God only knows why, but that's what's presented to us), Octavia obviously wants her parents to stop fighting (though we have no idea how she plans to achieve this), and Stella wants Stolas dead (though she didn't think the consequences through, somehow) but everyone else is a big ol' question mark.

Anyway, that's just a basic overview of how I'd approach it.

#helluva boss #helluva millie #helluva critical #writing #character development #ask #blacklilly27

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honeyspawn · 5 months

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Some ideas about Paul's family:

Option 1: Jon Matteson Fmily Tree - full-transparency, the Jon Matteson family tree has never really been my personal favorite, or at the very least, the idea of Paul specifically having a big chaotic extended family has never felt very "Paul" to me. Paul has always struck me as such a solitary entity in Hatchetfield, or at least until Emma shows up. That being said, I won't deny that the idea is fun. That being said, I think if we're gonna go with the whole Paul is Richie's uncle thing, I don't think he's literally the brother of one of Richie's parents. I think "uncle" in this case is used in the general way a kid refers to an adult relative, and he's more of a distant cousin. I don't really know how to explain it, but I simply cannot picture Paul with siblings. Overall though, to me, I think I prefer the idea of Gary and Boy Jerry being Richie's uncles, and Paul is just kinda separate.

Option 2: Generic Retirees - I've mentioned this in another post, but something about Paul having no relatives in Hatchetfield even though he's lived there his whole life there feels very "Paul" to me. I suppose you could conclude from this that his parents are dead, but seeing as he's only in his early 30s and that implies his parents probably died kind of young (probably somewhere in the 50s-70s range depending on how old they were when Paul was born and when they died), I like the idea instead that the explanation is the most boring one possible; they retired in Florida. Their names are Arthur and Martha Matthews, or something similarly generic. They are the most boring 60 year old couple imaginable. Arthur likes to garden. Martha likes bird watching. They have no other hobbies. They visit Paul a couple times a year. They are constantly trying to convince Paul to move to Florida. They are the Matthews family. They are boring.

Option 3: Crack Theory Time - This is insane, and I don't really believe this theory, but the idea came to me one day and I the thought wouldn't leave my head, so I need to share it. So the idea behind this is Paul is such a singular entity that it's almost enigmatic, or at least it would be if anyone cared that much. Paul never talks about his family to anyone. He never really thinks about his family, and he feels like he's been on his own for a long time. That's not to say he doesn't remember having a family. He had a mom. She was nice. It was a shame she passed away 15 years ago. And when he starts dating Emma and she asks about his family, that's all he has to say. "I had a mom. She was nice. It was a shame she passed away 15 years ago." He remembers having a mother, but he doesn't really remember anything that specific about her. He's not sure why. He never thinks too deeply about it. He's not sure he can properly recall her face unless he's looking at an old scrapbook. It's strange, though. As soon as he puts the scrapbook back on the shelf, it's like he forgets again. All that really sticks is he had a mom. She was nice. It's a shame she passed away 15 years ago. It's not like he didn't love her, of course he did, she was his mom. And she was a good mom too, he's sure of it. One thing he does remember though, is before she died, she had a long talk with him. He can't remember about what exactly, but he knows it was important. He's pretty sure she was saying goodbye. If you've watched nightmare time, you may have guessed where I'm going with this. I don't really know where this idea of mine that Miss Holloway is Paul's mom came from, it just kind of seemed like Paul being a mysteriously solo entity in Hatchetfield makes sense, and this seemed like an interesting explanation. It also would tie into the fact that Paul might have a slight latent resistance to the LiBs. In tgwdlm, Paul has a whole musical number where he resists the Hive while being infected, while the only other times anyone gets infected on stage, it's a matter of seconds. Paul is also one of the only adult characters who sees through Tickle-Me-Wiggly; even Emma thinks Tim would want a Wiggly "more than anything." Do I think this is all some insane foreshadowing? Absolutely not. This seems extremely unlikely to me, and a product of my own over-thinking, but it sure is fun to think about anyway. (Also, I've never seen anything about this online before, but if this is an existing fan theory, please let me know. The Miss Matthews theory, if you will)

Option 4: He Doesn't Have One - Paul does not have a family. He is just Paul. It's not important for Paul to have a family because they are not relevant, and therefore, they simply do not exist. This also seems very possible to me, and tbh feels appropriate, both for Paul, and for Hatchetfield. I mean heck, according to Curt Mega his shopper character in Black Friday is literally named "Shopper No. 4". Paul just straight up not having a family because he's Just A Guy™️ feels right.

Wow, this was a lot, actually. If you read this whole thing, thanks for letting me infodump, and I'd love to hear what you think.

#starkid #team starkid #tgwdlm #black friday #npmd #nightmare time spoilers #nightmare time 2 spoilers #nightmare time #nightmare time 2 #paul matthews #jon matteson family tree #richie lipschitz #miss holloway

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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On The Other Line - Epilogue

note: sorry this took so fucking long i literally forgot about it lmao. many thanks to the anon that reminded me.

summary: the happy happy ending, marital bliss and such

warnings: none, just like fluffy stuff

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The vanity mirror in front of me lit up my face unforgivingly. I sat staring at my reflection, all too critical of the person staring back at me. Sighing, I picked up my moisturizer and got to work. An attempt to not feel so gross.

It had been years since Colin and I made the promise to each other to be together. 6, actually. 6 years ago to the day.

The date held a certain significance to both of us. Exactly two years after Colin's plea for us to give things a try behind the library, we got married. It was a small ceremony in the Easttown Fire Hall, the cheapest venue. The reception began as soon as we said our 'I do's.' We cleared out the makeshift 'altar' and it became our dance floor.

Small, yes, but also beautiful. I wore a vintage gown. A yellowing babydoll fit floor-length dress with deteriorating lace detailing and sheer fabric sleeves. It was my grandmother's. Colin had only proposed a few months prior. He was so excited to marry me, we rushed the whole ceremony. Looking back, I wouldn't have it any other way.

He wore a deep blue suit. He stood so stiffly at the altar it was as if he was in the police academy again. He cried as he said his vows. We danced all night in mutual bliss, surrounded by our closest family and friends. My Uncle Nick cried, too, when he made his speech, harkening back to the night we first met in his bar. It made him happy to take ownership of the beginning of our relationship like that.

Our first dance was to 'Waterloo Sunset,' by The Kinks. I didn't want anything sappy. Colin cried regardless.

Our tradition became going on a date every year on our anniversary as if we were only first dating again. We owned a house together, yet he'd still show up at the front door and ring the bell, flowers in hand like he was picking me up for our first date. He'd go visit his mom for the afternoon and get ready there, all so he could make things seem authentic. I loved how fresh it made things feel.

Only this year, I actually had butterflies. Not first date jitters, of course. No, this year I had a secret. One I was going to tell Colin about at dinner, or whenever it felt natural, I guess. Putting the brush down, finally satisfied with my work, I opened the bedroom closet to see a dress with a note attached to it.

'I saw this and thought of you. I can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Colin.'

I giggled to myself at his terrible handwriting. I unpinned the paper and brought it to the box I kept all of Colin's handwritten notes in. The dress was a precious brown floral mini-dress with a ruched chest and a white Peter Pan collar. There were puff sleeves and a tie in the back. It was exactly something I'd wear. My heart swelled when I noticed the price tag on the sleeve (the actual price hastily scribbled over by Colin) and saw it was from my favorite vintage store in town.

I slipped it on, softly praying it would fit, and to my surprise, it zipped up with no issue. A wave of nerves and nausea hit me. I doubled over slightly, scared I'd ruin the dress, trying to let it pass.

The doorbell rang so I forced myself to straighten up, slip on some shoes, and meet my 'date' at the door. I turned the knob and saw Colin standing on the step, wearing a brown shirt that matched the color of my dress perfectly under a suit jacket. His tie was knotted pristinely, signaling to me that it was his mother's handiwork. He had a bunch of daisies in his hand, my favorite type of flower.

'Holy shit,' he breathed, drinking me in.

'Oh shut up,' I giggled, feeling shy like I was a teenager all over again.

'That thing looks fuckin' awesome on you,' he grinned. 'I did a good job.'

'Ever the humble man, Zabel,' I quipped.

'Well, Mrs. Zabel, shall we?' he suggested, extending his hand to guide me out of the door. We walked arm-in-arm to the car, daisies now in my hand. He was sure to open the door for me demonstratively, further playing up the chivalry.

The restaurant he picked this year was a pretty good distance from home. I wasn't surprised to see it was an Italian place when we arrived. His favorite. The meal went well. It was a place we'd never tried before but we both ended up loving it.

Shortly before the dessert menus came, Colin produced a small box from his jacket pocket along with a handwritten letter.

'Colin, you didn't have to do that,' I whined.

'Uh-huh, yes I did,' he smirked. 'I don't wanna hear none of that shit, you're my wife and I want to spoil you.' He slid the box over the table to me and gestured with his hand for me to open it. I looked down and weighed the object in my hands.

I looked up at him, gazing through the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes disapprovingly, knowing he spent all too much on an insignificant 4th wedding anniversary. I opened the tiny black velvet box to reveal a pair of dainty gold dangly earrings. One a sun, one a moon, each one possessing both of our birthstones.

'These are beautiful, my gosh,' I breathed, getting all choked up. 'I didn't get you anything nearly as nice!'

'You didn't have to get me anything, gorgeous,' he replied with a smile.

I took the earrings out of the box and put them on, then took a moment to admire how they looked on me using my phone's camera. I grabbed the letter off the table and slipped it into my purse for safekeeping.

'If I read that here I'll probably cry so embarrassingly we'll never be allowed back,' I laughed. 'Now my gift to you.' My stomach lurched at the thought. I couldn't exactly pin down why it made me so nervous to tell him my secret.

Colin took the card out of my hand and opened it. It was a regular anniversary card, but I made a very intentional writing error.

'The 3 of us have an amazing year ahead?' Colin read aloud.

'Mm-hmm,' I nodded, smirking.

'Who's the third?' he laughed, trying to make fun of my mistake. I didn't reply. I just sat there smiling until I saw the look of understanding wash over his face. 'No...'

'Yes,' I grinned.

'You're pregnant?!' he exclaimed, as calmly as he could, given we were in a public setting. I nodded. 'How long have you known?' His words came out in a breathy whisper. Tears brimmed in his eyes. He couldn't contain his smile.

'Just a couple of weeks. I figured it could wait until today.'

He sprung out of his seat and came over to the other side of the table, taking me by my hands to pull me to my feet.

'We're gonna have a baby,' he declared as he wrapped me in a tight embrace. 'I'm gonna be a dad.'

He pulled away, holding me at arm's length, looking at me with sparkling joy in his deep brown eyes. I had never seen a smile so big on his face. I was at a loss for words. His utter delight with the news told me everything I needed to know about our future.

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The happy ending Colin deserved :') I'm literally so sorry I forgot about this story idk what happened lmao. Thanks again to the anon that reminded me and thanks to all of you for your continued patience!

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x female reader #evan peters x reader #evan peters oneshot #colin zabel x reader #colin zabel #mare of easttown

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piracytheorist · 1 month

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Grrrhhhnnn okay venting time because doing that to my family will either make them sad or they'll tell me I'm exaggerating.

So in my family there's two group chats. A big one with relatives from the side of my late father, and a smaller one with relatives from my mother's side. The first one I'm a part of, and though I'm not very active, I do pop in to see photos of the family whenever they share.

The second one I'm not a part of anymore. I was in it, but my aunt was in there, who can be perfectly described as a Facebook aunt, complete with Minions memes posting. Anyway, I was mostly ignoring the stupid memes she shared in that group chat, until she started spouting anti-vaxxing shit and I was like okay yeah bye. And I left the group chat.

Considering that everyone else in the group chat HAD vaccinated against covid and was PRO vaccine... I expected they'd talk to her and I'd come back into the group and we'd just never have to deal with her shit again.

But nope. I was left out of the group. I told my mother about my complaints over that, and she was like "Yeah okay we'll talk about it" and then we just never did.

It's been years since, and all along they've been sharing photos and news and having video calls in that group chat and I'm just never in, and then they go like "Oh yeah, you're not in that group" LIKE YEAH. FOR A FUCKING REASON. I have mentioned that a few times but they're just like "Eh okay".

Anyway, I've been mostly ignoring the fact that I feel pretty much left alone by my own family, because we Shan't Upset the Anti-vaxxer Facebook aunt, but today I realized my sister, who is visiting the States, did a video call DURING THE FUCKING ECLIPSE. And I wasn't even given the chance to take part. I realized that because she shared a video her friend took with his phone while she was talking to the others, and I could hear her greet someone from the Facebook aunt's camera. In the video (which she shared in the group chat of the other side of the family - which I get why she didn't call there, this group chat has some 30 something participants, while the other has like, seven) the eclipse is very clearly shown, and fantastic tbh, while in the video call she made she says the eclipse wasn't visible. So, I shouldn't get to complain, I guess?

Fuck that, though. Because no-one wants to talk some sense to our aunt, even though we all agree she's wrong, I missed an opportunity for something my sister knows I love. I know I wouldn't be able to see the eclipse from her video call, but seeing her being excited about it live would do as much.

And the thing is... who do I complain to about this? I can't complain to my mom, because I was raised in a "don't make mom sad" mentality, and she has lost her parents, two of her three siblings (with Facebook aunt being her last remaining close relative), her closer aunts and uncles, and recently her husband. How do I come up to her and tell her "Your bitchy sister, the last person left alive from your original family, made me miss a great opportunity for a bonding moment, and it's all the fault of you and the rest of the family for deciding that It's Okay that Nette isn't in this group chat where we share all about our family, and it's better that we keep anti-vaxxer Facebook aunt instead." How do I do that?

I can't complain to my sister who witnessed the eclipse, because I don't want to sour it for her. It was a great moment for her to witness it, I'm happy for her, and I don't want her feeling sad because she clicked "video call" on the group chat of the extended family, which is the one with the most activity.

I can't complain about it to my oldest sister, because she's the type of person who will blame me for overreacting on Facebook aunt's comments, for not talking about it, and for caring so much for a fucking eclipse or whatever. We don't have a lot in common and sadly she has a hard time understanding that I am passionate for different things than she is, and my passions are just as legit as hers. So I'm pretty sure she'll just scoff and blame me.

I could complain about it to my brother, but he lives far away and has little to no contact with Facebook aunt aside from that group chat. He won't disagree with me but he might say I'm exaggerating, and he won't be able to provide any help.

I don't want to complain to my therapist, because I have better use of my 40 euros per session than a stupid Facebook aunt.

I don't want to complain to my Facebook aunt, because she won't listen and, just like my oldest sister, she won't understand why what she originally did was stupid and insulting considering she knows I have a heart disease and I am a high risk group for any disease so anti-vaxxing can be just like lethal danger for me, and she also won't understand why it was important for me to witness the eclipse with my sister, or at least witness her witness it.

And like... UGH. I might go for a walk and listen to some music, fuck this shit. I'm tired of being second thought to anti-vaxxer, minion-posting, ignoring-her-daughter's-very-obvious-learning-disabilities-and-near-arrested-emotional-development aunt.

#personal

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spotsupstuff · 9 months

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"Ah. You again."

"You hush!" Three Sparrows aggressively points towards the abnormally sized blue Iterator puppet leveling her with an unimpressed look since she made it through the chamber hatch. "You knew I was coming over before I even started packing back at Caper's. And I know for a fact that you've known about me since I got through your retaining walls."

Oh, and he has the nerve to puff unconcerned at that, glancing back to the endless neon screens displaying manufacturing demands, asking him to deal with that and that accident occuring in the multiple levels of Desaevio. He just swipes those away. Not even betting an eye at someone losing their life in a crash.

That still sends shivers down her spine and settles an uncomfortable weight in her stomach. Even though it's been a long while now, that Boreas' Blessing has accepted her into his family.

"Yes, I have. And I have attempted to prevent you from progressing further into my factories as well-," he shoots her a warning look without any threat in it over his shoulder, "-intruder."

"Ha! Please." Three Sparrows exclaims, rather directing her attention to her goal- the umbilical arm. She needs something to ground against after all, and at this point she knows better than to ask the ancient Iterator to turn off the antigravity. Blessing doesn't like doing that- the pull of the umbilical arm on his back hurts.

Not so subtly, the arm moves to meet her as she swims to it.

"You call *that* 'preventing'? You've got to be growing rusty. You gave me a harder time while trying to get to my apartment back during my school days than now."

"Hm. Yes, well... You are pulling on your 81st birthday. I have thought you would be appreciative of me being considerate of that fact." She settles on one of the last segments of the arm at its base and with the wave of the puppet's, all the screens close. "...what with being fully organic and all. Have your joints not been bothering you?"

As he brings himself closer, she pays him no mind. Rather eyeing her knee from her perch. And... yeppp, extending it properly produces a crack. It hurts a little. Blessing glares at the thing as if it just personally offended him.

"You *are* aware I could produce you a prosthe-"

"No." She quickly waves her hand in denial. "No- I mean... thank you, Blessing. For the offer. I do appreciate both it and you being considerate. I may not... like to hear it, but I guess I really am getting old. But I'd like to stay as much myself as I can the whole way."

"..." And the so-old-that-it's-hard-to-comprehend thing gives her this look. On the outside still twisted in anger- Three Sparrows is sure his face actually got stuck that way- but buried underneath... worry, pity, confusion... fear... all that plays there in the back. "...very well. I will stop asking then."

She gives him a little smile from behind her rebreather mask. "You said that last time I visited, too. You are just a big ol' carebear, B."

Huff, cross of arms. "What are you doing here this early anyway. You are scheduled to come by in a week before departing for Zephyrus."

Three Sparrows only gives him a shrug at that, averts her eyes. "I dunno. This might... be my final outing. To Zeph especially. I don't know when I'll start greying, I don't know when mom will die back home, the next few years seem..." her hands clasp each other, fidgeting, "They seem..."

His touch is strangely light, when his hand settles on top of hers. Hiding them both away effortlessly. He's cold.

But his voice is gentle and warm, the deep tone of it reassuring. "Uncertain."

Sigh. "Yeah... Uncertain. I'm scared." She shrugs again, trying to play that vulnerability off. "Either way, I might not see you guys in person again. I thought that was... horrible. I may have cried. A little bit." She eyes him, trying to force some play through the pain. "Only a teeny tiny bit."

"Right, yes." Blessing decides to indulge her, "Because every time I have seen you cry it definitely had not felt like I was close to witnessing a river for the first time."

That at least gets her to giggle a little. "You are the meanest person ever!"

"I will be sure to take that as a compliment, little sister." And he makes a show of rolling his eyes in total exasperation.

Through little laughs, she continues: "So I'm here to stay the week. Hang out with you a little before I'll go."

When he takes too long to reply, seemingly surprised, she adds a little unsure with one of her hands worming out from underneath his to put it over it. "You can still... send me on my way, though? If you don't want me."

Oh and there's such hurt in that statement. How could he, anyway? She's his responsibility, for the last twenty or so years. And his responsibilities are precious to him. Either by their value, as his work to manufacture parts- or by how cherished they are. How beloved they've become. And just like little Eurus, Three Sparrows has managed to become dear to him too.

With a soft squeeze of her hand, Blessing indirectly answers. "Are you going to stay here now? I shall fix the air for you, if so."

There's that smile again. So easy to paint on her features, yet not any less loved for it. "I'd like to. Thank you."

As the process starts, she tells him of her plans. Motions to the guitar case on her back, points to her media player apparently containing new songs she thinks he might like.

They shall sing, they shall watch a movie and then they shall talk some more. While Boreas' Blessing indulges her, he shall look for a place for her to stay for the week, too. It must've slipped her mind.

It's alright. He's here to look after her.

#rw #oc tag #my writing #writing without plot for the sake of conversation is haaaaaaaaard but also kinda fuuuuuuuuun uhgouggohhghgh...#anyway. -presents- kinda good to understand how they r on it in the later years- helps gettin a better feel for the post-MA off string au

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monkee-mobile · 3 months

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Do you mayhaps have any more Davy Baby thoughts to spare?🤲

Sorry this took a bit to get to! I’ve been busy and a little brain dead so thoughts haven’t been coming so easily but I guess I’ll talk about Davy when he gets a bit older!

In my personal little monkees universe davy loses his mom young like real davy did in real life. He starts flying out to England a lot from like ‘70-‘72 to visit his father who gets sick (his sister starts paying for his flights so it makes it easier). Of course all the boys are distraught when Davy’s over in England. Micky and Peter miss their friend and Mike makes himself sick worrying if Davy’s okay over there. The one who it’s the hardest for though is Davy who’s without his friends and helping out his father, who the whole family is worried might die. He gets judged pretty heavily by his oldest sister and extended family for being a long hair hippie kid, so he feels pretty isolated and just worried for his father all the time.

On top of that, England reminds him of being a kid, for better or for worse. He’s back in his childhood room, and he’s back with his family. There’s reasons why he left england in the first place (not like awful stuff, more just feeling stifled and wanting to “be free” (haha) (“I wanna be free” is the first song he writes on his own. mike is very surprised cause he didn’t really know davy had it in him to pull his weight in songwriting and secretly very proud), and just feeling judged by his family for not meeting their expectations. Young davy idolized americans and had dreams of being a star, but his father and grandfather were not happy about him leaving and pursuing “impractical” things, which is why he tries to prove to his grandfather he’s successful and alright and made the right choice going to california)

But davy feels stuck and alone, with no easy way to get back to his friends—who he’s definitely started to think of as home, more home than england—unless he wants to take a whole plane ride and have to make grand excuses to his whole family. So he just feels awful whenever he’s there for too long. The boys have each other to lean on. Peter misses and worries about davy but mike assures him davy’s alright. Davy’s stuck in his bedroom. So he calls Mike.

It starts as “call us when you get there so we know you’re alright” and he calls up most nights to see how everyone is and update them on what he’s doing, but it starts that, after Micky or peter inevitably hand the phone over to mike, and mike asks him how he’s doing, davy just breaks down. He feels really small and just lets it all out over the phone. Poor thing is crying and Mike feels awful because there’s really nothing he can do but say “you’ll come back soon and we’ll be okay” and “we love you davy” (every time davy comes home the boys all give him a giant hug in the airport with lots of jumping and yelling and picking up and spinning and maybe some kisses on the forehead and davy always clings to mike really hard for a few days afterward and mike doesn’t say anything about it but he doesn’t mind. just holds davy when he needs it and is there for him)

eventually davy’s dad does pass away and mike would never admit this but deep in him he’s kind of relieved it finally happened because davy being away all the time was stressful on all of them, both money-wise and finding gigs and establishing their image as a four-piece group, but also just because they were all always worried about each other or worried davy would get sucked back into his life in england, and davy was always stressed out about his father even when he came back to California. So it’s not a good thing that his father has passed, but they can have some peace of mind now.

But his dad’s passing hits davy like a brick because, well, there goes both of his parents. They all go off to england for the funeral with him and davy stays quiet for most of the early time. Just silent and big eyed and keeping up appearances and all. Mike sees him break little bits at a time and he lets davy sleep in his bed at night and mike holds him close and rubs his back and sings to him. It isn’t until they get back to the pad that davy just breaks down. inconsolable crying and panicking and all. He feels orphaned and upset and horrified that he could lose someone like that. He basically spends a long time in a very fragile state and mike starts taking very special care of him. He goes full mumma.

Davy has always been pretty baby, but now he’s gone from bratty, rebellious toddler, to very sad, weepy little boy. he’s always with mike and mike makes sure he’s eating and drinking water and gives him bubble baths and things and lets him sit on his lap and reads to him and sings him silly little songs and just lets davy be as little as he needs to be. Davy, still the little attention hog that he is does eat all of this up and is full on attached to mike, lovey dovey and snuggly. Peter also snuggles with davy a lot of the time because he’s just calm and warm and nice. (micky can be a lot. he’s very good with davy, but sometimes the baby is taking a nap (and drooling on mikes shoulder, but so it goes when you’re a long-suffering mother) and mike needs to just firmly tell micky that he needs to stop shaking the house and barking or something)

Davy starts, jokingly at first, calling mike “mum” at this point, and micky pokes fun at him saying he’s Davy’s mama, but eventually davy starts calling him “mumma” when he’s really all soft (and mike internally melts because davy starts saying mumma when he’s all sleepy curled up on mikes lap and he’s just so darn precious to mike with his big eyes and button nose chewing on his thumb and trying not to suck on it and clutching onto mikes shirt) and, yknow, mike just asks davy one time, (because mikes growing out a beard at this point because it’s the 70s and he looks very much not like someone’s mother) if maybe he’d like to say “papa” or something. Davy is like “no, you’re mumma” and mikes like, “okay so i just have to deal with this now” and accepts that he is a mom now (he thinks of himself as “mama”, but starts to realize to Davy he’s “mumma” and mike thinks about that for a time and decides that that’s sweet as all hell)

But yes, mike is mumma and davy is slowly healing. Davy’s definitely being babied for maybe longer than he “should have” been (and pushing his luck with mike and being a little shit again because he’s so so spoiled) but it really does help him out. and he gets pampered and coddled and pulled around in a red wagon for a bit because he’s just that damn spoiled.

I’m sorry this is going on for so long and got pretty sad honestly but I have a BIT more!!

So davy starts to go back to business as normal (even though at the pad he’s so totally all baby for like the better part of the early 70s) but he does start to tell Mike to let him be more independent and that he’d like to just try to move on. So mike lets him (inside he’s pretty hurt. he misses his baby!!) and they do still cuddle and stay very close and Davy still chills in his lap and takes naps on him and holds onto Mike’s shirt very tightly, but some things ease up slowly. Davy goes out with micky and they look for chicks and things and mike stops reading bedtime stories to Davy. (he dearly misses that and it makes him pretty sad. he reads to peter a lot though so he’s not completely without someone to take care of) davy doesn’t call him mumma much anymore unless he’s feeling particularly vulnerable.

So flash forward to the 80s and davy is a full middle aged man. they all are. Mike is going gray in his beard (which is quite distinguished he thinks), and has finally cut off his long hair cause it’s just easier to manage with it short, and davy is in the process of growing out a mullet of all things because he thinks it’ll help the group look more “trendy” (micky laughs his ass off the first time davy comes home with the haircut and davy sulks with mike, who just chuckles and rubs his back, and Davy refuses to talk to mick for like two days. don’t worry, davy will get back at him when he has that hideous 90s ponytail)

But, yeah, davy isn’t really such a little guy anymore, but mike has softened up quite a bit and is more open with his feelings and all, he’s just softened generally (Generally meaning he’s a big softie and cries happy tears over little things and they all start giving each other platonic kisses that become commonplace in their household), and though he’s a big boy now, davy is still mikes little one because he became davy’s mumma with his heart and soul and Davy is his baby for always, and so sometimes mike just has to slip in a baby voice when he’s talking to davy and watch davy slip a bit back into their old dynamic because davy cannot resist attention and he misses his mumma too, he just wanted to grow up a bit.

Okay so that’s a mammoth of a post. I’m sorry if it’s way too much or not what you were thinking, but this kept coming to me so here it all is. I didn’t get into all the specifics about davy when he’s all baby, but he’s VERY spoiled by his mum and his big brothers. they try not to spoil him but he’s just so damn cute when he gets all pouty. He pouts A LOT, but he’s can also be very giggly and sweet. He’s very ticklish too, but DO NOT TELL MICKY !! Micky thinks davys adorable, he kind of co-parents with mike at points because once davy gets comfortable, there’s only so much toddler energy and “mumma mumma mumma mummamummamumma” mike can take.

Anyway, I guess that’s where I’ll leave it. Davybaby forever ✌️

#the monkees #davy jones #mike nesmith #davybaby #i’m sorry this post is so long…#tw parent death #because that happens in this giant post #peter tork #micky dolenz #monkees tv show #the monkees headcanons #age regression

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littlelewdmable · 1 year

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He's Very Friendly: An Extended Edition

"Game Over!" The sound radiated from Jaune's scroll as he'd died yet again in the game he was playing. He sighed and closed his scroll. Jaune sat up on the Rose's families living room couch.

It was the week after their semester exams, and after weeks of intense study sessions and more tests than Jaune ever wanted to see again, Yang and Ruby had invited him to spend their break week with them on Patch.

Why didn't they bring Blake or Weiss?

Weiss' sister, Winter, happened to have a posting in Vale for the next few weeks and Weiss wanted to spend time with her. Which was certainly understandable.

Blake, well, she kind of just didn't want to come. Though judging by the fact the Yang kept making jokes about her, "Spending a little time in the sun," her wanted alone time was probably less due to her wanting alone time and more her wanted quality time with a certain blond leader.

As for Jaune's own team, Pyrrha was visiting her mothers in Argus. Nora basically demanded Jaune leave so that she could "Ride Ren like a show pony." So it was looking like there would be some cleanup for both dorms.

Jaune had to sleep on the living room couch last night. Seeing as he doubted either Yang or Ruby would appreciate him sleeping in their bed and it just wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do. Though seeing as it was now a little past eight and the girls probably both wouldn't be up until at least noon, it didn't leave Jaune with much to do.

That was until he heard someone walking down the stairs. Looking back over his shoulder he saw a Rose, though not the one that had invited him over, but Summer Rose. Wearing an old, oversized, band t-shirt. It covered the shorts that she was wearing, or Jaune guessed that she was wearing. He really couldn't quite tell.

"Good morning Jaune," Summer said in a sing-song tone, "I hope the couch wasn't too uncomfortable for you. If it was, you could always sleep in my bed." Summer laughed before leaning over the back of the couch.

Jaune looked away from Summer, but not before getting a peek of the fact the she wasn't wearing a bra. And the fact that if he didn't know for a fact that Ruby and Yang had different mothers, he wouldn't have doubted for a second that Yang was Summer's child.

Which is to say, Summer would probably give Yang and Prof. Goodwitch a run for their money in the Bustiest In Beacon awards.

"Yeah, I umm, slept fine." Jaune said rubbing the back of his head. Trying to get the thought of Summer topless out of his head. That last thing Jaune needed was to get a 'Red Rocket' as Yang liked to joke about.

"I didn't hear a no to you sleeping with me," Summer teased before giving Jaune a playful pat on his shoulder. "Now come on, I'll make you some breakfast and then we can figure out what we're doing for today." Summer walked into the kitchen.

Jaune got up from the couch and followed Summer. Just a little breakfast. What was the worst that could happen?

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Well, it wasn't just a little breakfast. In fact, if Jaune's mom had served the whole household with the food he'd just eaten, it would have been considered a pretty decent helping for everyone.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast, Jaune?" Summer said placing a hand on Jaune's shoulder once again.

"Yeah, it was amazing. Thank you Mrs. Rose."

"You can call me Summer, Jaune." Summer said grabbing his now empty plate and taking it over to the sink. "And I'm glad you enjoyed it. You may not believe it, but I used to be a terrible cook before Ruby was born." Summer began cleaning up.

"It's going to be a beautiful day today," Summer said looking out the window overlooking the sink, "Great weather at the very least."

Jaune took the opportunity to look at Summer as she stared out the window. Shapely legs and wide hips. She certainly wasn't lacking her lower body. Jaune getting a clearer look as she leaned over, the shirt being oh so close to revealing... whatever Summer called het butt.

"Oh Jaune," Summer said in a sing song tone once again, pulling her shirt up to reveal that she was only wearing a pair of white and red panties underneath. "You like what you see?" She swayed her hips side to side as Jaune tried to come up with some sort of response.

Jaune failed miserably as he sputtered away, pulling a convincing impression of Ruby, Summer rolled her eyes and walked over to him. This time scratching behind his ear and placing her other hand on his thigh. Dangerously close to Jaune's sword.

"You are a good boy," Summer whispered into his ear sending a shiver down his spine. "And such a good boy wouldn't mind helping me out a little bit, would you?" she rubbed his leg.

"Help you with what?" Jaune managed to stutter out.

"You really are your father's son. You go through heats, don't you Jaune?" Oh yes he did, and he'd had the extra sock laundry to prove it. So he nodded, not quite understanding Summer's point. "Then you know what's like when a heat isn't satisfied, and you might be able to guess that it's been a very long time since I've been... satisfied."

Well that wasn't good. If a faunus went through enough heats without having it satisfied, at least somewhat, then it could lead to some bad things. Mostly irritability and more intense and frequent heats. Jaune guessed that same thing could be true for humans. And if Summer needed help, then what would a good boy do? He would help her.

"You- You want me to help... satisfy you?" Jaune said, with Summer nodding and giving Jaune a grin that he'd previously only seen on Blake during one of her book's steamier scenes. "If you think I can, then I'll help."

"Wonderful," Summer whispered in his ear, moving her hand to grab Jaune's groin and kissing his cheek. "The girls shouldn't be up for while, but we should make this first one quick."

"First one?" Jaune said, his sword being fully unsheathed in his pants as Summer rubbed him through his pants.

"Oh yes," Summer cooed, "We're going to be spending a lot of quality time together Jaune." Summer let Jaune out of her milfy grasp. Instead taking the time to bend over the table next to him. Pulling up her shirt and her panties down far enough for Jaune to get a clear view as he stood up and behind Summer.

Jaune pulled his pajama bottoms down, revealing his not quite manhood, as he stood erect. His red dog faunus cock standing at attention, knot already ready to stuff Summer's soaked pussy.

"I see someone's a big boy," Summed cooed as she looked behind herself at Jaune. Just measuring from his tip to the knot he would already be considered large by human standards, but adding the knot to his length, well, few of the men at Beacon could compare.

This wasn't quite the way Jaune thought he would lose his virginity, but as he looked over Summer's thick ass, he couldn't really complain.

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Summer felt Jaune place a hand on her hip as he lined himself up to her entrance. Rubbing against it in slow wonderful strokes. Pressing against her needy pussy. So close to penetrating her before sliding off. He once again attempted to skewer his target before slipping off again.

"Need a little help there?" Summer said, looking back over her shoulder again. Jaune nodded, so Summer ran a hand under herself and grabbed onto Jaune's thick cock. What an interesting texture. And she lined his cock up with her entrance as he slowly pushed in. She moaned softly as he finally penetrated her. Burying himself up to his knot and filling her up wonderfully.

Jaune wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled himself down on Summer's back as she held herself up on the table. Resting his chin on her shoulder. "You can start moving whenever you want dear," Summer said.

Summer moaned again as Jaune began making slow and steady thrusts. Nearly pulling himself out of her before slowly filling her up again. Steadily increasing in pace until he was properly fucking her like a bitch in heat.

She moaned loudly, not enough to wake the girls up, but more than enough to drive Jaune crazy as his breathing picked up and his pace followed.

"Oh, you're such a good boy," Summer said, taking the risk of moving on of her arms to reach up and pet his soft golden hair. Before quickly moving in back down to the table as Jaune placed more of his weight on her. One of his hand snaking up and grabbing roughly onto one of her breasts.

If he kept this up much longer Summer would start screaming her head off.

Jaune switched from his fast thrusts to a slowly, but stronger pace. Pulling his cock out of her so wonderfully slow before slamming in back inside making Summer moan his name every time he bottomed out.

But he hadn't bottomed out yet, no there was still that wonderful knot of his that he needed to shove in her. She wanted nothing more than to feel it's full girth inside her as he starting pressing it against her begging pussy. "Knot me Jaune! Knot me!" She screamed before finally, wonderfully, he pressed it against her harder.

Her tows curled and her arms gave way, only Jaune keeping her from slamming into the table, as his knot finally pieced her. She screamed from the pleasure and the pain as every single inch of Jaune's cock was in her. Grinding into her pussy as it filled her to the brim.

She came. She came harder than she had in years as thick ropes of Jaune's cum filled her. A warmth that she hadn't felt in years as all either pair could do was grunt and moan as they both reached their climaxes.

Summer and Jaune both panted as Summer rested her head on the table on Jaune resting his on her shoulder. "Not bad... for your... first time," Summer said, looking back at Jaune as he smiled softly.

"Thanks." He said, "It might be awhile before my knot goes down though."

Summer kissed his cheek. "Oh that's fine, I don't imagine-"

"MOM!!!" Yang and Ruby screamed in unison from the kitchen doorway.

Jaune responded with wide eyed horror. Summer simply smiled. "Good morning girls, I like your new puppy. He's very friendly." She cooed.

#rwby #rwby smut #summer knight #summer rose #jaune arc #dog!faunus jaune

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 9 months

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Note - This is NOT Muichiro X reader, Muichiro sees the reader as a mother figure. Part of the Himejima found family AU

Late nights are when you found the most peace, living with three people who were still regaining their strength from a battle that left them permanently scarred and changed forever had you working around the clock, taking care of everyone but yourself. So when the sun went down and your family went to bed with it you stayed up, taking a few hours to yourself. Tonight was the last night you would have to yourself for a week. The remaining 3 hashira had decided to bring themselves and their family to your home for a week, having a family vacation in your home. It was special tonight, an extra night of pampering before endless work hosting guests and taking care of your family. After an extended amount of time relaxing in the hot springs a little ways away from your estate, you decided to relax in the back gardens. It was a clear night the stars were so bright, adding an ample amount of light to the garden you worked tirelessly on before the fight. Frogs croaked an old tune, one that had consistently lured you into the most peaceful sleep, but tonight it was a song that kept you awake, humming along to the tune. “Mom?” A smaller voice cut through the song, interrupting the melody and throwing you off track. “what are you doing?” Muichiro stepped out of the house, his kimono dragging behind him.

“I’m watching the stars sweetheart, come lay down” You scooted over on the quilt you were resting on. Allowing Muichiro to lay beside you. “what are you doing awake? You are always asleep by now. Are you in pain? Do you want me to make you something to eat? Tea?” You were getting up from the ground when Muichiro made a noise of disapproval, asking you to sit back down. “I just couldn’t sleep, no big deal. I’ve been thinking a lot” he lay on his back, looking at the stars. “Did I ever tell you about my brother? He reminds me of Sanemi sometimes. He was angry and rough on the outside, but he had good reason to be the way he was. He was trying to protect me, wanted to keep me safe. When we lost our parents he was angry at the world for betraying us as it had, but we still had each other.” You smiled at the boy. “You’ve had a very hard life, Mui. Your family did their best for you and each other. The world is a cruel place to the best of us. But you are here now, you’ve made it. Your family's sacrifices weren't for nothing.” The younger boy turned to you. “I’ve been thinking a lot. About what to do now. My father was a woodcutter but I couldn’t do that now, what can I do?” “Mui you can do anything you want now. Get proper sleep, and eat full meals. You don’t have to fight anymore, you can rest now. Be a regular 14-year-old boy. What do you want to do? Not what you think you should do. What do you want?” He sat quietly, contemplating what he truly wanted. He gave up after a few seconds shrugging. “well you got time to figure it out, for now just relax. Everyone is visiting tomorrow including Tanjiro and them for a party and then the Uzui’s, Sanemi, and Giyuu are staying for the rest of the week so just try to enjoy yourself. Also, I was told Kotetsu is coming in a few weeks once things settle down with the moves and everything. Now that they are out of work they’ve been moving out of the mountains and towards Tokyo I guess. It'll be interesting to hear about that. Maybe then they can finally work on Hotaru’s social skills. Find him a nice wife to ease him out” Muichiro giggled at the thought. He had carefully retold the story of Hotaru’s blind date failure. From what he had been told it was going well until the woman had spoken about the fact that swords and swordsmen were unneeded in today's society. Which Hotaru took very personally and subsequently ended the date right there. It was understandable but he threw a fit for days following the date and had worried the village chief.

“Yeah, hopefully, they all can live peacefully now” You nodded, settling further into the quilt as your eyes perused the endless stars in the sky. “Hey Mom” you hummed, turning towards him. “do you think it’s going to be okay now? That everyone will know it's safe?” “Well, I’m not sure. I figure it’ll take some time before everyone knows they don’t have to worry anymore about the demons. Eventually, I think there will be a time when people completely forget demons were a thing and it’s all thanks to you guys. You did this. I’m very proud of you, all of you. I’m so grateful I got all of you back home, I feel spoiled like a light was shined on upon me for being able to wake up with all of you in the house, alive and well.” Muichiro looked away, a watery chuckle coming from him. “Thanks, Mom” He shook his head, moving to get up “I’m going to actually sleep now. Goodnight Mom” he paused after a few steps towards the house, turning around to where you sat watching him leave. “I love you, thank you for everything” With a soft smile the boy turned back towards the house, disappearing into the darkness of the hallways.

#gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #demon slayer gyomei #kny gyomei #kny scenarios #kny hashira #kny x y/n #kny #kny x reader #kny x you #muichiro tokito #kny muichiro #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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Billy Mine - Act 2.2

Billy was on his way to Midtown East to meet with Senator Ellis at his residence. His daughter was recently attacked. A botched kidnapping and he needed a security team for her. This was a big opportunity for ANVIL. He was more interested in securing government contracts, because that's where the money was but this job was for a sitting US Senator. It could open a lot of doors for him & his company. So what if he has to take on a glorified babysitter job.

"Mr. Russo, thank you so much for coming out today. The Senator & Ms Ellis will meet you on the terrace, this way please." They walk out onto a small terrace looking out onto the Manhattan skyline & East River. "Please help your self to refreshments," indicating the table set to the side. He nods & the aide leaves.

Hearing footsteps, he turns to see the Senator assisting his daughter. Fuck, she looked really banged up. He had read the police reports. She was lucky her injuries looked worse than they actually were. Leggings and an oversized hoodie made her look so slight. How could she have fought off 3 attackers??

"Senator Ellis," Bill extends his hand.

He steadies his daughter on his left arm, shaking Bill's hand "Thank you so much for meeting me here instead of the office. This is my daughter, Jules."

Bill turns to the Senator's daughter & he witnesses the color leech from her face as if she saw a ghost. He notices her grip tighten on her father's suit sleeve. She barely breathes out, "Billy Mine" & drops into a faint. Bill quickly catches her before she hits the ground, scooping her up in his arms. He carries & places her on the lounge and lets the Senator tend to her.

Billy Mine.

No one's called him that in 20 years. Bunny. It was her name for him. No one ever called him that but her. He can't take his eyes off the prone form on the lounge. It's impossible. She was 8 the last time he saw her. Fuck. How is this possible??

*****

Bill didn't bother returning to the office. He went home and poured himself a stiff drink and pulled up everything he could find on Juliet Ellis.

He regretted how he hurt her. Its not like he was unaware of the crush she had on him. Everyone at the Home knew. Juliet wore her heart on her sleeve for him since she was 3 years old. No one in his life had ever done that for him. It was unconditional love until he broke her 8yr old heart. She kicked his nuts up into his guts and he wanted to strangle her. Billy shifts in his chair and adjusts his pants remembering the pain. She was only 8 but it was still her fucking foot.

He would have never recognized her. He would have noticed her because she grew up into a beauty, but he could have passed her every day on the streets and he would have never guessed it was her. Scrolling through her social media, he tried finding something recognizable. Her hair is darker. Her smile is...off. It doesn't reach her eyes. Smart girl, graduated from Cal Berkley. A spark of pride warmed his chest. Bunny did it. She got out of the system and did well for herself. She has a family who obviously loves her. She's safe. Or she was safe.

That thought brings on a rage that hits him in the gut and makes him want to murder someone. Three men tried to grab her off the streets! They hurt her. Bill looks at the time and figures he'll visit the training center to work off some extra energy and anger.

*****

Mom came and talked to me about Billy. She was a pre-school teacher at Ray of Hope when I first got there. She knew about how close Billy and I used to be. She probably had to call him in when I was especially stubborn. She wanted to know how I felt about that. I lied and told her I was fine. That I could barely remember him. I was only 8.

I've been laying here trying to fall back asleep when I get a text from an UNKNOWN number: Bunny? Answer your phone.

It starts ringing. Shit! "Hello?"

"Hi. I wanted to make sure you were ok after this afternoon." His voice had gotten deeper over the years. Like velvet.

"I...I'm fine. I took a nap."

"Good." He didnt say anything after that.

This awkward silence is giving me anxiety. I can't take it. "Why are you calling me, Billy?"

"Shit." I hear his heavy sigh. "I don't know. I'm...making sure you're real. That seeing you this afternoon wasn't my imagination. There was so much...When can I see you?"

"I was going to work it out with your assistant tomorrow."

"You can tell me right now. I'll make it happen. I can have my schedule cleared for you."

"Billy."

"Tomorrow morning? I'll pick you up. I need to see you, Juliet." I don't know what to do. I feel overwhelmed. In a soft whisper that gave me goose bumps, "Please, Bun."

And that's all it took for Billy Mine to make my resolve crumble.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @snowkestrel @ellooo0ooo @terry2227

#billy russo #billy x juliet #billy mine x bunny girl #billy mine #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfiction

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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: This was a request by @haroldsbabymama “Can you do a one shot where y/n and Harry sext each other while at a family event which leads to them hooking up for a quickie?”

In this one shot Niall and Louis are your brothers.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong and sexual language, suggestive language, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, fluff and filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

“What did you pack in here? Rocks?” I laugh and push the suitcase down, “We’re only going to be gone for one night, honey.” I shut the trunk and Harry walks over, leaning on it as his hair and open flannel blow in the breeze.

“I have to have extra clothes incase someone decides to make a mess and ruin my perfectly good shirt that I wear like last time.” He pulls his sunglasses down slightly with his finger and winks as he smirks.

“That.. was..” I laugh and shake my head, “Not my fault. You could have taken it off.”

He shrugs, “Mm, I guess you’re right.” He walks over and kisses my head, “Let’s get going, I know traffic will be a bitch here soon.”

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“So.” Harry says rubbing his chin with his fingers, “I was thinking.”

“Oh no. What were you thinking?” I turn towards him slightly and rest my chin on my hand. He smirks slightly, “How about we play a little game while we’re visiting your family, hmm?”

“Like Uno? Monopoly? I’m sure my parents have games.”

He laughs and shakes his head, “You’re a funny girl, love.” He glances over at me with a smile, “But I mean a game for us.”

Catching onto what he’s insinuating, I smirk, “Oh. Like a game.”

“Yes.” He lays a hand on my thigh and squeezes slightly, “We sext each other until one of us can’t take it anymore and cracks.”

“Mm.” I lay my hand on his, “So how many texts do you think I’ll get to send you before you crack?”

He laughs, “Me? Cracking first? In your dreams, baby.” He slides his hand up and extends a finger to put pressure on my clit through my pants, “You’ll be begging me to take you within the first ten minutes.”

I roll my eyes and bite down on my lip, trying to keep it together and act like him rubbing my clit through my leggings doesn’t bother me.

“What? No reaction? You feelin’ alright, darling?” He pulls his hand away and rests his elbow on the center console.

I smile at him, “Yeah. I’m great, actually.”

He smirks and shakes his head slowly, “We’ll see about that.”

He pulls into the driveway and I can see my mom look out the window and quickly disappear.

“Three.. Two.. One.. Get ready, honey.” I say with a laugh as I see my mom run out the door waving her hands. I open the door and get out, “Hey.”

My mom scoops me into her arms and rocks us side to side, “Oh my goodness! Look at you!” She keeps her hands on my shoulders as she leans back, “Ugh. Just look at you.”

Harry walks around the car and stands there, “Hello Mrs Y/L/N.”

She scoffs, “Please, Harry. I hate when you call me that.” She laughs, “Call me mom.” Harry laughs and leans down to hug her, “I know, that’s why I do it. How are you?”

Mom laughs and shakes her head, “I’m doing good, look at you looking all handsome.” She reaches up and fixes his collar, “More tattoos?”

“Not this time.” Harry shakes his head, “Maybe next time you see me.”

Mom laughs and sighs, “Oh gosh. I’m so happy you’re here! Come on, you can get your bags later.” She pulls me with her and I grab Harry’s hand to drag him with me.

“Honey.” Mom calls out, “Your favorite daughter is here.”

I laugh and shake my head, “Mom, I’m hi-“

“She’s my only daughter so of course she’s my favorite.” My dad laughs and walks over to me, greeting me with a hug, “Hi sweetie.”

“Hi dad.”

“How you doing, Harry?” My dad smiles and shakes his hand. Harry nods, “Good sir, how are you?”

“I mean with living with my daughter. She can be a pain sometimes.” My dad laughs and I scoff, “Excuse me. I’m right here.”

“Yeah and?” My dad laughs and shakes his head, “I’m just messing with you.”

I roll my eyes and walk out to my mom in the kitchen, “They truly are best friends, aren’t they?” Mom sighs and nods, “I’m afraid so.” She laughs, “But that’s a good thing right?”

I nod, “Definitely.”

My phone dings in my back pocket and I see Harry’s name. I glance up at him and he’s staring at me with a smirk.

I step back and unlock my phone, my eyes scanning over Harry’s first dirty text of the day.

H: You look so hot standing there. I could bend you over the counter.

I smirk slightly and type my reply,

Me: That’s all you got? I was thinking more of me on the counter with your face pressed between my legs.

I hit sent and quickly put my phone back into my pocket, “Do you need help with anything?” My mom pauses and taps her lips, “If you wanted to wash the fruit for the fruit tray that would be great.”

I glance up at Harry, who is talking with my dad again. I smile and shake my head, “So are my brothers coming tonight?”

“Yes they are, Louis is bringing Sadie so ple-“

I go to speak but she cuts me off, “Please… be nice.”

“I fucking hate Sadie.” I mumble as I turn the faucet on. Mom taps my shoulder, “I don’t like her either but language!” She laughs and walks into the living room, offering Harry and my dad drinks.

Sadie is Louis’ bitch of a fiancée and nothing, I mean nothing ever satisfies her. I’m surprised she’s even coming to this dinner.

My phone dings and I dry my hands on the towel before pulling out my phone,

H: I could honestly go for eating that sweet little pussy of yours out right now.

I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together, shit. I will not let Harry win, no matter how hot and bothered he makes me.

Me: You know, my throat has been a little lonely. I think it misses your cock being stuffed into it.

My mom walks back into the kitchen and I quickly lock my phone, “So why is Sadie coming?” Mom furrows her brows, “Because she’s engaged to your brother?”

“No I know but-“

The door opens and in walks Niall, “Hey, hey hey.” He shuts the door and goes over to Harry, “Styles, man how ya been?”

Harry smiles and nods, “Good, man. How about yourself?”

They talk and Niall comes into the kitchen, letting out a sudden yell, “Whoa, y/n you know it’s summer and not Halloween right?” He laughs and I throw a blueberry at him, “Shut up.”

“Niall, be nice to your sister.” Mom says slapping his shoulder.

He walks over and hugs me, “Miss ya ‘round here.” I sigh and nod, “I know. You can’t bully me everyday.” We laugh and I lean in, “Sadie’s coming.” I whisper lowly. Niall let’s out a sigh. “He said he was going to break up with her, I swear.”

“Don’t be swearing.” Mom says pointing to us.

Niall laughs, “No mom. Not like that.” He looks at me and rolls his eyes, “I’ll be back.” He walks away and I look up at Harry. Dad goes out with Niall and Harry checks his phone.

His eyes widen slightly and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. He glances up at me and shakes his head with a smirk. He adjusts himself quickly and starts to type.

I go back to what I was doing before and my mom comes up to me, “I know you don’t like Sadie but you better not make some snide comments towards her.”

“Okay. I’ll just say them to Louis.” I laugh and shake my head, “Kidding.” I look over at my mom and she laughs, “I’m not a fan of her either, but Louis is and.. he just needs to find out in his own.”

“Yeah, l hope.”

I set the fruit down and walk in to the couch. I plop down on it and Harry sits next to me just as my phone goes off.

He leans in, “That pussy ready for me yet?” He whispers lowly and chuckles as he kisses my cheek. I bite my lip and cross my leg over the other, reading Harry’s text,

H: I’ll keep my head between those legs and my tongue in your pussy until your legs are shaking and you’re begging me to stop.

I bite my lip and take a deep breathe, unsure of how to respond to that one.

“Cat got your tongue?” Harry whispers into my ear, nipping it with his teeth. I gasp slightly and tilt my head away from him, “That’s not fair.” I turn my head towards him and look at him.

He smirks and shrugs, “Never said we couldn’t add a little physical touch.” His hand slides down my back and I look back at my phone.

The cursor blinking, waiting for me to type.

I turn my phone away as my thumbs type,

Me: I want to sit down on your cock slowly, feeling you stretch my tight little pussy out.

I hit send and quickly lock my phone as Niall comes down and sits down next to me, “Whatcha doin over here?”

“Nothing.” Harry and I say in unison, which causes us to laugh.

“Mhm. Sounds like something you dirty bitches.” Niall’s head snaps over as mom yells, “Sorry mom.” He looks back and rolls his eyes, mouthing that he wasn’t sorry.

I laugh and shake my head, “When’s Tommo coming?” He shrugs, “Said he was on his way an hour ago.”

And with that, Louis and his leech stroll on through the door.

“Speak of the devil and the devil comes.” I say standing up. I walk over to him and hug him, forcing him to let go of Sadie’s hand. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me off the ground, “How are you, ya little idiot?”

He steps me back down. I smile, “I’m good! How are you?” He nods, “I’m alright, not too bad.” He looks over at Harry, “Harry Styles. Get over here and give me a hug will ya!” He walks towards Harry as Harry walks towards him.

“What’s up, Lou.” Harry says patting his back as he hugs him, “Long time no see, yeah?”

While those two converse, I walk back over to Niall and sit down, “Now mom will come out of the kitchen to greet her favorite child.” I mumble and cross my arms.

“There is he! My little boy!” Mom says pulling him into a hug and rocking him back and fourth.

“You’d think for him being the oldest he’d be the least favorite.” Niall mumbles which causes me to laugh.

Sadie shoots me a glare and I wave at her sarcastically.

Mom greets her and gives her a quick hug. “Mom doesn’t like her either.” I mumble. I smile up at Harry as he sits down, “I’m going to go see if your mom needs any help.”

He walks away and not even a minute later my phone dings.

“oh, who is that?” Niall asks elbowing me. I shake my head, “No one.” I keep my phone in my pocket, “Is it that friend of yours? The one with the blonde hair?”

I laugh slightly and shake my head, “Far from it, Ni.”

“Or is it Harry?”

I freeze. I would absolutely die if he knew Harry and I are sexting at family dinner.

“N-no. Why would I be Harry?”

He tilts his head and gives me a look, “Because every time you put your phone away, Harry pulls his out. Come on, y/n. I’m not as innocent as you think.”

I push him away with a laugh, “Get away from me.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave so you can send your man a dirty text.” He smirks and walks over to Louis.

I pull my phone out with a sigh and my smile drops as my eyes scan over Harry’s text,

H: I want to cum inside you, watch it drip out and then use some of it fit my cock into that tight ass you’re always teasing me with.

I shift in my seat, trying not to accept the fact that Harry might just win this little game.

I stare at the screen, unable to come up with anything. After a few seconds, I accept my loss, well,

Me: After dinner I want your cock and I want to feel you cum deep inside me.

Not a total loss.

I hear Harry clear his throat and I get an instant reply,

H: Deal.

I bite my lip as I smirk and send him back a kissy face emoji. I put my phone into my pocket and stand up.

“So how’s living three hours away from home?” Louis asks walking over to me. I shrug, “I don’t know. I kinda like it, but at the same time, I miss you guys.”

He nods, “Yeah, yeah. I understand that. Harry treating you well?”

For whatever reason, I remember Harry absolutely pounding the fuck out of me with his hand tight around my throat.

I smile and nod, “Oh yeah, no need to worry about that big bro.”

“Kids. Dinner is ready.” Mom says clapping her hands.

——

As dinner comes to an end, I glance over at Harry and hide my smirk with my glass by taking a drink.

“Dinner was excellent mom!” Niall says leaning back.

“Yeah, I have to agree with Niall, this was great!” Louis sets his fork down and looks over at Sadie who looks like if she could be anywhere else, she would.

She nods and smiles, “Yes, Mrs. Y/L/N. That was great.”

Mom smiles and nods, “Thank you. Thank you.”

I bite my lip to not laugh, she told Harry to call her mom, but didn’t correct Sadie. That’s how you know mom doesn’t like you.

“Do you need help clearing the table, mom?” I ask gathering stuff up. She shakes her head, “No, sweetie. Why don’t you guys go grab your bags and get settled in. Then we can all meet in the family room and catch up.”

“Are you sure, mom?” Harry asks and my mom smiles and bats the air, “Oh please. It’s okay.”

My eyes glance to Sadie and she rolls her eyes. Louis lays a hand on her and pats it a few times.

“Okay. We’ll go get our bags.” I nudge Harry’s arm and he follows me outside. I pop the trunk and as soon as it’s lifted, Harry’s hands are on me.

He slides one up to my neck as he presses his growing cock into my back, “You feel that?” He whispers lowly, “I’m craving you, sweetheart.”

I reach behind me and palm him through his jeans, “I’ve thought about you all day, Harry.” I breath out as he squeezes my neck.

He nuzzles his nose against my neck, “I can’t wait to cum deep in that pussy of yours.”

I lick my lips and turn around to face him, pulling him down to meet my lips with his. I cut out make out short, “Come on.”

I grab my bag while Harry grabs his and he adjusts himself to the best he can before I shut the trunk, “Act. Normal.” I whisper with a smile.

We walk back in and I look around. Niall is asleep on the couch already. Typical.

Mom and dad are doing the dishes.

And Louis and Sadie are back the hall and it looks like he’s trying to calm her down.

I walk back the hall with Harry close behind me. I look at Louis and Sadie snaps her head towards me. Louis gives me an eye roll and grabs her hand, pulling her into his old bedroom and closing the door.

I laugh slightly and walk into my room and Harry shuts the door as soon as he steps in. He drops his case and pushes me back onto my bed, his hands undoing my jeans.

“Gotta be quick and quiet, honey.” I remind him as I undo his pants.

He pushes his pants and boxers down and I lean up, taking his cock between my lips. He lets out a gasp and I can tell he’s fighting not to moan.

I bob my head, getting him nice and wet before I lean back and bring my leg up. I pull my panties aside and he dips his hips down and slowly enters me.

I throw my head back and grab the sheets. He grips onto my thighs, his finger tips digging in hard.

He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, getting into a quick and steady pace.

My mind is focused on him cuming inside of me and nothing else.

He slides a hand up and presses his fingers down, circling my clit fast.

I gasp and cover my mouth with my hand as my eyes roll back. He grunts and clears his throat, “Fuck.” He groans super quietly. I reach out and grab his bicep, clenching around his cock.

As I cum, Harry also let’s go. I can feel his cock twitch inside of me as he pushes as far in as he can. He looks around and I look behind me and grab a blanket, “I’ll wash it.”

Harry holds it under me as he pulls out. His lip coming between his teeth as he does. He stares for a moment and shakes his head, “When we get home, I’m so doing what I said.”

“You can do anything to me.” I pull him down for a kiss and smile, “Now let’s get fixed up, we have family time to attend.”

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Here are some Appalachian words and phrases that you or your family uses if you’re a longtime local, or that surprised you most when you arrived here:

•A might spell – a little while

•A scosh – a little

•Acting ugly – acting mean

•All tore up – broken down or bereft; “as in the car is broke down or someone is all to pieces upset about somethin’”

•All y’all – you and your extended group or family; a way to add emphasis to “y’all.” “Used interchangeably with, ‘you’ins.’”

•Airish – breezy

•Booger – a boogeyman or Bigfoot-type creature; also a Boojum

•Bowed up – to stop suddenly. “He bowed up in front of me.”

•Branch – creek

•Britches – pants

•Buggy – shopping cart

•Busier than a one-eyed cat watchin’ two mouse holes

•By and by – eventually

•Come down to the house – Come over and visit

•Cove – “Here, a cove is a small valley – like a holler, just from a different county.

•Cuss – use curse words

•Cut on/off – turn on/off. “Cut on the hose pipe.”

•Cypookus (sypookus) – “a really bad thunderstorm”

•Dad dern it – “Kinda like Dad Gum it, sorta cussing but not really”

•Dark thirty; dusty dark – just after sunset

•The Devil’s beating his wife – “This means it’s raining but the sun is shining. Quite un-PC, but very colorful!”

•Dinner – used for “lunch”

•Dreckly (Directly) – an indeterminate period of time; soon. “Heard it all my young life. Then much to my surprise I saw in a shop window in Penzance, Cornwall, a sign ‘back dreckly.’ – Martha L.; used by my grandmother…“‘He will be here dreckly.’” Meaning soon.

•Fixin’ to – about to. “The phrase I like best, that enchanted me, is ‘It’s fixin’ to rain.’ You can say it’s fixin’ to do anything.

•Fixins – condiments

•Gap – “A gap is a low spot in a mountain ridge. National Geographic Society says gaps are similar to passes, but more rugged and difficult to navigate.”

•Guam (or gom) – gummed up; a mess. “2020 has been a gom.”

•Gully washer – “heavy downpour of rain”

•Hanging in there like a hair in a biscuit

•Hide nor hair – to describe when you haven’t seen someone or something in a while; “if you haven’t seen someone in a while you haven’t heard ‘hide nor hair of ‘em’”.

•Hit’s – “As in ‘what’s hit’s name;’ non-gender specific reference to a live thing, like a child, cat, or dog, who you don’t know the gender of.”

•Holler – a small valley

•Honchu – I want you. “Honchu look at that.”

•I don’t care to – I don’t mind.

•I reckon – I guess

•I swanee – A mild oath or swear

•I’ll get to it directly – I’ll do it eventually

•I’m all covered up – I’m busy

•Jeet – “Did you eat? or Have you eaten yet?”

•Just a tidgh – A little bit

•Kindly, kindly like – kind of; sort of

•Might could – to suppose one could, “I might could do that.”

•Momanem (mom an’ ‘em) – one’s family or someone else’s family. “How’re your momanem?”

•Off kilter – not right

•Oh my ‘lanta – “OMG.”

•Onced or twiced – “It happened onced or twiced.”

•Pipe down – be quiet

•Ratpurddy – “Lovely; pleasing to the eye.”

•Right quick – next; sooner than later

•Spittin’ snow – just starting to snow; snowing lightly but getting heavier

•Spell – period of time. “She’s been a might ill for quite a spell now”

•This un – this one

•Toboggan – a winter hat

•T’ords – “In the direction of.”

•Whole ‘nother – Another

•Winder – window

•You uns – you all

•Young’un – young person; child

(From https://avltoday.6amcity.com/southern-appalachian-dialect-nc/)

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