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myboyfriendjake · 8 months

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enhypen as fathers - hyung line

summary: a collection of thoughts on each of hyung line being fathers

note: implied relationship between enha and the reader. i wrote it so the reader can have any pronouns, so i hope all engenes feel like they can read this!

warnings: none?

word count: 1.2 k

HEESEUNG enjoys playing more than the kids. He’s the one who asks for five more minutes to play cars or build Legos. He’s a true child at heart, especially at home where he doesn’t have to worry about the members.

HEESEUNG also passes on his love for music - singing lullabies, humming on long car rides, taking the kids to concerts (both his and others’). He loves his family karaoke nights, and loves hearing the kids sing or play instruments, always encouraging them and supporting them.

HEESEUNG always makes time for the kids. Think working from home if he’s writing music, or making “take your kid to work day” a regular thing. He loves taking them to the studio, teaching them what buttons to push, and letting them mess around with recording on the mic.

HEESEUNG thinks he’s an excellent father, citing past experience “raising Niki” (who he refuses to let babysit but that’s another story), and even though you like to joke that he isn’t, you can’t help but agree. He’s a model father, and you think the kids are so lucky to have him.

HEESEUNG refuses to let the ENHYPEN members babysit (with the exception of JAY) - some have messed up in the past, and others were never trusted from the beginning.

(jungwon didn’t put the kids to sleep because he wanted to stay up; sunoo got distracted with the good lighting in the kitchen; niki was playing violent video games; sunghoon and jake were never trusted to begin with)

HEESEUNG goes all out for all the holidays - he’ll dress up as Santa, and comes up with the most elaborate Halloween costumes. He loves doing themed costumes with the family as well.

JAY has always wanted to be a father. Growing up an only child, he’d always wanted multiple kids, so they could have the close sibling bond he’d always craved.

JAY is usually a mature adult, but not when the kids are fighting. You think he enjoys watching them argue, calling each other silly insults - “farthead”, “butthole”. He never bothers breaking up their fights - “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” - and instead tries to get you to bet with him on who’ll win tonight’s argument. You’re interested to see what he says when they get older and start swearing.

JAY insists on family cooking nights at least once a week. He enjoys teaching the kids to cook, and cooking with them. He also hardcore judges them for their interesting choices when it comes to pizza toppings.

JAY loves cooking for the kids as well. If you can’t find him, you know he’ll be in the kitchen, working on a meal or a snack or dessert. You love the smile on his face when the kids take a freshly baked cookie and tell him it’s great - his eyes crinkle up and his grin is bright and he looks like he just won the lottery.

JAY also loves tucking the kids in - he’ll read them stories, sing them lullabies, strum on his guitar before wishing them a good night.

(you’re thankful for that as well because jay’s usually the one they wake up if they have nightmares - you get to carry on with your beauty sleep)

JAY loves getting gifts for the kids so much that it’s a problem. You argue with him on this all the time - “they’re 5, jay, they don’t need designer”. He’ll just respond with “I can’t help myself, Prada has such cute outfits”. He insists on making sure the kids are dressed well, and you can’t help but smile at how cute it is to see Jay acting like their stylist.

JAKE balances his roles of “father” and “friend” really well. He’s extremely playful - always ready to play-fight or build Legos or have a tea party - but won’t hesitate to switch to “dad-mode” should a fight break out or a bad word be said. He’s still sweet though - “don’t repeat that word again sweetie”.

JAKE is the kids’ number one fan (you and him argue over that title all the time). No matter how busy he is, he’s always cheering them on, whether it be a soccer match or a dance recital.

(he’s “gotten sick” on several content-shooting days just to jump up and down at a sports game)

JAKE wants the kids to explore so they can find their passions. He introduces them to soccer, singing, violin, but doesn’t hold them to it - “they were my passions, so i think you should look into them, but they don’t have to be yours too”. He’s more than happy to cheer them on for basketball or trumpet as well.

JAKE loves going for family walks. Jake, you, the kids, and the family dog, strolling around the neighborhood on a nice day. Jake will challenge the kids to naming different types of clouds, and he’ll throw back his head and laugh when they come up with ridiculous names.

JAKE is the most supportive person ever, and you think that the kids are so lucky to have him. He understands how important it is to have supportive parents, considering his journey to becoming an idol, so he always supports you and the kids in everything you do - trying out a new activity, taking a challenging class, having a long day at work. He’s always there for his family.

JAKE becomes more confident after becoming a father as well. You think he was a little insecure about his voice before - “I wish I sounded like Heeseung hyung” he’s said on more than one occasion - but the kids (and you) are enamored with his voice, always insisting that he sing on long car rides and before going to sleep.

SUNGHOON loves taking the kids skating. In the winter, he’ll regularly take them to the local ice rink, and teach them to skate. He abandons his fancy twists and jumps, opting rather to hold his kids’ hands, and teach them how to glide across the ice.

SUNGHOON is a constant, steadying force in the family. He’s not always talking, but you and the kids always know he’s there for you. At dinner, he’ll sit quietly, listening carefully as the kids recount their days at school, smiling at the fun parts, and threatening violence when he hears about mean kids or annoying teachers.

SUNGHOON insists on family dance battles. Some nights after dinner, he’ll have everyone gather in the den, and start playing music. He always looks so happy just to be doing something fun with the people he loves.

SUNGHOON is very cheesy in that he loves the “typical family things”. He insists on nice photoshoots for greeting cards during the holidays - he’ll book a date, buy coordinating outfits. He’s also a sucker for the traditional family road trip, beach day, ski trip.

SUNGHOON is so sweet on those previously mentioned ski trips. He’ll hold everyone's hands on the chairlifts, making sure everyone feels comfortable. He’s more than happy to help you and the kids get down the mountain, and won’t hesitate to wipe out on purpose to make you and the kids smile.

SUNGHOON is also the kind of guy who will regularly quote Lilo and Stitch - “Ohana means family, and family means that no one gets left behind.” He’s really sweet, and cheesy, and you and the kids love him for that.

#hyung line as fathers #enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen hyung line #enhypen fluff #heeseung #heeseung x reader #jay #jay x reader #jake #jake x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader

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lilacliquors · 4 months

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pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

word count: 1053

notes: on the ninth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... a miguel o'hara who's happy with a family! (and ik santa baby is more of a sexual song but the title is a huge hint for this one!!)

and on a side note, sorry this one is so late and that tomorrow's will be, too. i unfortunately had to make some changes to today's that made it easier to write, and bc of that, i won't be writing day 10 in advance. but days 11 and 12 will be queued like the others had been!

it was miguel’s favorite time of the year, and everybody knew it. the holidays just filled him with a sense of happiness he thought he’d never get to experience again, but with multiversal issues at an all time low, and a more structured version of the spider society to help him out with them, he had all the more time to spend with you and your family. and that meant he got to join in on all of the holiday cheer your daughter wanted him to partake in.

and this year, she wanted to go all out. there was gingerbread house making one night, cookie baking the next, decorating the tree following that. she wanted christmas music to play all the time, so your radio was always on, and you had never seen a happier little girl. and miguel was more than happy to indulge her every wish. he found himself covered in icing when you made the gingerbread house, and he may or may not have snatched a gumdrop or two. when you made cookies, he was the one to find his nice black shirt coated in flour, and he laughed more than you thought he would have. and when it came time to decorate the tree, gabriella was in his arms, setting the star on the top branch, beaming with pride. everything was perfect this holiday season, but the biggest surprise was waiting for your family on christmas morning.

you and miguel were snuggled up in bed, his arm tight around you and his warmth keeping you cozy during the cold december morning. you were still fast asleep, your chest rising and falling evenly while the snow falling outside seemed to shush the world. it wasn’t until your daughter came racing into the bedroom that the quiet was broken, but of course, you didn’t mind. she was a kid on christmas, and what better expression of joy was there?

“mamá, papá! wake up, santa came! he came!” she cried, climbing up onto your bed and sitting on miguel’s legs. he groaned and tried to roll over, but her weight kept him from moving.

“you’re lying, mija,” he teased, cracking one eye open.

“¡no soy! come on, come on! get up!” she laughed, and he scooped her into his arms, making her squeal and kick slightly.

“okay, okay. i suppose we can see if you’re telling the truth. just let me go make coffee for us, okay?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“okay, i can be patient,” she said, and he set her down. she took off into the living room, and miguel looked down at you with a smile. “tried to buy you a bit more time,” he whispered, and you chuckled.

“mhm, i could tell. was that my present from you this year?” you asked with a soft laugh.

“of course. only the best for you.” he kissed your forehead, then got up and grabbed your robe for you. you sat up and slipped it on, then put your slippers on and walked with him to the living room. as promised, miguel went to start a pot of coffee, all while you hugged your daughter and kissed her head.

“good morning, mija,” you whispered.

“good morning, mamá. merry christmas,” gabriella replied.

“merry christmas, indeed. oh, it already looks like someone made out like a bandit this year, hm?” you asked, smoothing down her hair.

“i tried to be extra good this year,” she said.

“you’re always a good kid, gabi,” miguel said, walking into the living room with two mugs of coffee. he handed you one, which you happily accepted, and you gave gabriella the go ahead to start opening some of her gifts.

the morning was full of surprised gasps and cheerful thank yous as she tore into her presents. you and miguel made sure not to go overboard and spoil her, but you couldn’t deny some of the asks on her list. but her excitement just made you feel that much better. of course, you and miguel opened gifts from one another, sharing a few thank you kisses as you did so. but things took a turn when gabriella noticed a small wrapped box behind the tree.

“oh, we missed one!” she pulled it out carefully and read the label. “it’s for papá!”

he took it from her outstretched hand and look a little puzzled, but you urged him to open it, smiling a bit. he glanced at you, a little suspicious, but he slowly pulled the paper off, revealing a white box. he lifted the lid, and he chuckled. inside was an ornament that had a spot for a family photo, and in pretty cursive engraving, it read ‘o’hara, family of four’ followed by the next year. as he read it, his eyes widened, and he quickly turned his head to you.

“does this … you’re … wait a minute …” he said, then a grin spread across his face, and laugh left his lips. he gently set the ornament down and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he began to tear up. you sniffled and returned the hug, rubbing his back as you smiled.

“papá? what was it?” gabriella asked, and he pulled away from you to look down at her.

“gabi, you … well, i’ll let your mother tell you,” he said, kissing your temple. she looked between the two of you, then tilted her head as you cleared your throat.

“gabi, you’re going to be a big sister. mommy’s gonna have another baby,” you said, and she gasped.

“you’re having a baby?!” she squealed, scrambling up from the floor to hurry over to you. “an actual, real baby?!”

“mhm, i am. and next christmas …” you pulled the ornament out of the box, “we’ll be a family of four.”

gabriella worked her way into your hug, and you held her tight, kissing the top of her head as miguel did the same after you.

“i always wanted a baby brother, or sister. i hope it’s a boy, though. daddy’s outnumbered,” she said, and you both laughed.

“well, fingers crossed then, yeah?” he asked, then looked to you, wiping a few stray tears from his eyes.

“merry christmas, miguel,” you said softly.

“merry christmas, mi dulce,” he whispered back.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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astrxq · 11 months

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hey! was just wondering (if your requests are open) if you could write something about chad meeks (from scream) and reader?? anything you want but maybe some fluff or like mutual pinning? Thanks anyway🫶🏼

nana's cookies and shared secrets

chad meeks x reader

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notes: ahhh i loved writing this so much, i hope you like it :). not proofread!

Here's your text with grammar, punctuation, and vocabulary mistakes corrected:

Living next to your best friend had many advantages, at least for Chad, who would knock on your door every day at lunch and dinner time, a grin plastered on his face while he begged you to cook something for him. You were sure that he had never used his kitchen in the three months he'd been living in his apartment.

An advantage for you, though, was Chad's DVD collection of your favorite movies. The ones you'd bought him for his fifteenth birthday and that he still kept next to his TV, just in case a movie night was due. His DVD collection was like a treasure trove of nostalgia, containing all the films that had shaped your friendship over the years. Some were gifts from you, carefully chosen to match his taste, while others were movies he had discovered and introduced to you. Each movie held a special memory or inside joke between the two of you.

You cherished those DVDs, not only because of the moments with Chad, but also because it was the only time when you would allow yourself to be so close to him. Chad was a cuddler; if he wasn't holding onto a pillow, he would hold your hand, your thigh, anything. And you'd have to hide your face so he wouldn't see just how much you enjoyed being so close to him.

Sometimes, while engrossed in one of the movies, Chad's hand would find its way to yours. His touch always ignited a spark within you, an electric connection that you couldn't ignore. You would steal glances at him, trying to gauge if he felt the same way. But as quickly as the touch came, it would retreat, leaving you longing for more.

It was bittersweet, these stolen moments of intimacy. You cherished them, treasured them, but at the same time, you feared what might happen if you let your true feelings show. The risk of losing Chad's friendship seemed too big, so you buried your emotions deep within, hiding them behind laughter and playful teasing. As time went on, you wondered if there would ever come a day when you could gather the courage to reveal your true feelings to Chad.

When you were ten, Chad gifted you a journal for your birthday so you could write down your own recipes, knowing just how much you loved baking with your grandmother. And the year later, he bought a signed CD of your favorite singer, which you were sure was now scratched and worn out from how many times you'd played it.

As you grew older, your feelings for Chad evolved beyond friendship. You began to see him in a different light, noticing the small details that made him himself and realizing the depth of your affection for him. However, the fear of ruining what you had held you back from expressing those feelings. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if it changed everything between you?

So, you continued to live in the shadow of the friend zone, relishing the stolen moments of closeness during movie nights while suppressing the longing in your heart. Each time Chad's hand brushed against yours, you wondered if it was a sign, a subtle indication that he might share your hidden desires. But doubt and uncertainty clouded your thoughts, and you convinced yourself it was merely wishful thinking on your part.

Chad's job took time away from your usual meals together; his shifts were long and tiring. So when he got back to his home, he went straight to bed, leaving you to cook alone. The absence of Chad's cheerful presence during mealtimes made you realize just how much you relied on those shared moments. Cooking for one felt empty, and you found yourself longing for the sound of his laughter and the taste of his genuine appreciation for your company.

As the days turned into weeks, you couldn't help but miss the movie nights as well. The DVDs sat untouched, collecting dust on his shelf, and you yearned for the familiar comfort of sitting side by side with Chad, engrossed in a captivating story while stealing glances at each other in the dimly lit room. The movies had always been an excuse to be close, and now that excuse was absent.

You couldn't deny that something had shifted within you. The longing in your heart grew stronger, and you missed him terribly. But still, the fear of rejection held you back, and you couldn't bear the thought of jeopardizing the bond you shared.

One evening, unable to distract yourself, you found yourself flipping through the pages of the journal Chad had given you all those years ago. Memories flooded back as you read the entries about your baking recipes and the messy handwriting of your younger self, and a surge of nostalgia washed over you. You stood, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you rushed to your front door, ready to go visit him and swinging it open.

Outside stood Chad, his hand up as if he was about to knock, and a grin on his face, one you had missed more than anything. "I know it's late, but… dinner?" You couldn't help but smile, feeling a wave of relief rush through you. "I've missed your cooking too much," he admitted sheepishly, stepping inside your apartment. "I've been eating takeout for weeks, and it's just not the same."

You chuckled and closed the door behind him. "Someone's hungry." Chad's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Always hungry when it comes to your cooking. I know it's late, do you have any leftovers for me?" He mimicked the puppy eyes that used to work so well on his own mother when he was a kid.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You never change, do you? Always trying to get a free meal out of me." He shrugged, still wearing that mischievous grin. "It's not my fault you're an amazing cook. I can't resist your food." His arms circled your waist while you looked inside the fridge, your cheeks heating up like they usually did around Chad.

You pretended to be unfazed by his proximity, even though his touch sent shivers down your spine. "Well, lucky for you, I made a double portion of my famous lasagna yesterday. I knew you'd show up eventually," you teased, trying to mask the butterflies in your stomach.

Chad leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "You always know how to take care of me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. The closeness between you felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking, a delicate balance that you had become accustomed to over the years. He blinked, smirking. "You're letting the cold out of the fridge, Y/N."

You snapped back to reality, realizing you were still standing with the fridge door open. Blushing, you quickly grabbed the container of lasagna and closed the fridge. "Right, sorry about that," you mumbled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Chad chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "No worries, I'm used to you getting lost in your own world. Now, let's dig into that lasagna before it gets cold!"

As you served the steaming slices onto plates, Chad couldn't contain his anticipation. "Mmm, it smells amazing," he praised, eagerly taking his seat.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as you watched him, his enthusiasm bringing warmth to your heart. With each bite, he savored the flavors

and occasionally let out sounds of delight. It was a familiar sight, one that brought back memories of countless meals you had shared together.

Between mouthfuls, Chad paused and looked up at you. "You know, I've really missed this. Eating together, talking, just being here with you." Before you could answer, he spoke again. "You know what I miss?"

"What?" you smiled, and he reached for another forkful of his dish. "Your nana's cookies." He closed his eyes, humming as he pretended to imagine having one of his childhood snacks. You laughed softly at his comment. "Ah, those cookies were legendary, weren't they? I still remember the first time you tried them. You practically begged my nana to share the recipe with you."

Chad grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Can you blame me? They were like bites of heaven! Remember when I tried to replicate them? I'm not allowed near an oven back at home anymore."

You laughed, remembering the disastrous baking attempts Chad had made in the past. "Oh, God. I remember that. You made Mindy try the burnt cookies." Chad shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"I had such high hopes, you know. But I guess baking just isn't my forte. That's why I rely on your amazing cooking skills." You raised an eyebrow playfully before he shushed you and stood to clean off both of your plates. "You know," you started, "I'm pretty sure she gave me the recipe; it must be in the journal you got me."

Chad's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You have your nana's cookie recipe in there?" he asked eagerly, his voice filled with anticipation.

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's in here somewhere." You motioned for Chad to join you at the kitchen counter, where the journal sat, and you flicked through the pages before setting it open to a page filled with your grandmother's neat handwriting.

Chad leaned in, his eyes scanning the page. "Oh, look at this! 'Nana's secret chocolate chip cookies,'" he read aloud, his voice filled with delight. "This is the one!"

You both huddled closer, shoulder to shoulder, as you read through the cherished recipe together. Chad's excitement was contagious, and you couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Well? Let's bake them." He offered, taking the book from your hands and listing the ingredients. Once he was done, he looked up, waiting. "Hurry!"

You grinned, captivated by Chad's eagerness. "Alright, let's do it. But I have one condition," you teased, raising an eyebrow. Chad tilted his head, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, really? What's the condition?"

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You have to promise not to burn down the kitchen this time." He reached for your hand, mimicking a handshake. "I do the mixing, and you do the baking?"

"Deal. Just make sure to follow the recipe carefully this time, Mr. Kitchen Disaster." Chad feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "Hey now, I've improved! I'll have you know that my cooking skills have gone up a whole half-notch since the last time."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Half a notch, huh? Well, I'll be sure to keep the fire extinguisher nearby, just in case."

As you gathered the ingredients and started preheating the oven, Chad stood by your side, eagerly watching your every move. It felt natural to be in the kitchen together, sharing this moment, and you couldn't help but savor it. And every time you moved around the kitchen to grab the ingredients that Chad had listed, you could feel him near, his chest against your shoulder, or simply his presence driving you insane.

"So, what's the first step, chef?" Chad asked, a spark of mischief in his eyes. You handed him a mixing bowl and a whisk. "First, we'll need to cream together the butter and sugars. And by 'we,' I mean you. I'll supervise to make sure you don't cause any culinary disasters."

Chad grinned, accepting the challenge. "Alright, chef supervisor, prepare to be amazed by my whisking skills!" He started vigorously whisking the butter and sugars together, his enthusiasm infectious.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "Steady there, whisking champion. Remember, we want a creamy consistency, not an arm workout."

Chad chuckled, his focus shifting to maintaining a steady pace. "Got it. Creamy consistency." As he continued whisking, you took a moment to appreciate the scene unfolding before you. The familiar rhythm of your friendship mixed with the anticipation of what could be.

After the butter and sugars were perfectly combined, you handed Chad the next set of ingredients. "Now, add the eggs and vanilla. Slow and steady wins the race."

Chad nodded, cracking the eggs carefully and adding them to the mixture. He poured in the vanilla extract you'd handed to him and whisked again, his determination evident. "Slow and steady." You thought it was cute, the way he kept repeating your instructions and how he bit his bottom lip as he focused on the task at hand.

The thought crossed your mind once again: what if this was the perfect moment to reveal your true feelings? You pushed the thought aside, reminding yourself of the risks involved. You didn't want to lose the friendship you cherished so much. But as the minutes ticked by, and Chad's whisking turned into a rhythm, you found it harder to resist the pull of your emotions.

"Alright, Chad, you're doing great," you encouraged, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Now, let's add the dry ingredients gradually and mix."

Chad followed your instructions, adding the flour mixture little by little while you gently folded it into the batter. The kitchen was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of your hands working together. Once you informed him the mix was done, he went to dip a finger in it, just for a taste, but you smacked his hand away.

He watched you intently as you poured a few chocolate chips into the mix, but they didn't seem to be enough for Chad. "Some more? Please?" When you looked back at him with a mocking look, he took the matter into his own hands and tilted your hands toward the bowl, dipping a whole handful of chips into the mix. He grinned at his own actions. "Don't look at me like that, you know chocolate makes everything better."

Chad followed you to the heated oven, opening it for you so you could slide the tray inside easily. As you waited, Chad leaned against the counter, and you sat next to him, your thighs and his hips almost touching. A hush fell over the kitchen, the only sound being the gentle hum of the oven.

Chad's gaze held yours, and you could see a whirlwind of emotions playing out on his face. Silence stretched between you, and doubt began to creep in, threatening to shatter the fragile moment.

But then, with a mix of determination and tenderness, Chad leaned in, closing the distance between you. His lips brushed against

yours, not fully sealing a kiss. His breath ghosted over your lips, the smell of chocolate evident due to the few chips he'd secretly sneaked into his mouth while you finished off with the mixture.

"Chad," you whispered, not really sure of what you were going to say, just testing to see if you were still able to speak because of the proximity. His eyes didn't move away from yours as he moved his hand from the countertop to your waist, then your neck. Your heart raced, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more.

"Chad…" you repeated, and your voice wavered, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions that threatened to consume you.

You tilted your head slightly, inviting him in, and he obliged, closing the distance between your lips. The first touch was electric, a soft brush that left you craving more. His lips were warm and velvety, molding against yours with a gentle urgency, as if he had dreamed of this as much as you had.

Chad's hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. Lost in the moment, you could feel his breath against your skin, mingling with your own. Soft breaths escaped both of you, blending with the sounds of your lips exploring each other. The taste of him, sweet, filled your senses, intoxicating you further.

With each kiss, the intensity grew, and you craved more. His tongue sought entrance, a silent plea for deeper connection, and you willingly granted it.

Your bodies pressed against the counter, the heat between you intensified. You could feel the tension building, the desire burning within you both. The intimate dialogue that ensued was whispered, breathless, and filled with a shared longing.

His hands roamed your body, tracing the curves, igniting every nerve. The kisses became deeper, more urgent. Time seemed to stand still as you surrendered to the passion that consumed you, the world beyond the kitchen counter fading away. You felt like if Chad moved away from you, you'd melt away, urging for the smallest touches, like you'd always done.

The beeping of the oven made you pull back slightly, only for Chad to dive back in for another kiss, his hands cradling your face as he slowed his forceful kiss into small pecks. Not pulling away, you slid down the counter, your hips meeting his as he kept his hands on your waist, holding you close to him.

"They're gonna get burnt," you mumbled, your voice almost being stolen away by his mouth. He hummed, finally pulling away to let you turn off the oven and take out the tray, carefully placing it on the stovetop.

You turned to face Chad, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "They turned out perfect," you said, your voice laced with satisfaction.

Chad grinned. "Well, you're the master-chef here. I'm just the lucky taste tester," he replied, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within. "Oh, so now you're admitting that you sneak cookies before they're fully baked?"

Chad shrugged, still wearing that mischievous grin. "What can I say? It's my job to ensure the quality control, you know."

Rolling your eyes, you reached for a freshly baked cookie from the tray, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite. Chad's grin widened, and he reached for a cookie himself. Taking a bite, he closed his eyes, relishing the taste. When he opened them again, his gaze locked with yours, a spark of desire evident.

He moved closer, and just when you thought he was going to kiss you again, he reached for your head and ruffled your hair before smirking. "How about I go get my DVDs? I don't have work tomorrow."

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks #mason gooding #jack champion #jack champion x reader

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choicesmonthlychallenge · 9 months

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Choices August Challenge 2023

This month's challenge will be a little different. The previous host had to back out so I am taking over... however, I was already planning on hosting 2 celebration weeks in August, which with the 2 book clubs would leave me with 5 events, and that's too much, even for me. So we're making August a combination month!

PlayChoice Game's 7th birthday is August 17th, so instead of having a birthday week, I'm including prompts for this event below and it'll run through the entire month of August.

There will also be prompts for Hollywood U + High School Story, as it's been one year since PB pulled those games. Without their success, we might not have gotten Choices.

Also, I've rescheduled sibling appreciation week a few times, so let's just add that in.

I also have some August holidays and summer prompts.

And lastly, similar to @choicesprompts, if you have a WIP from a previous challenge or event from this year that you really want to finish, feel free to submit it here too (regardless of the prompt). Let's clean out some WIPs.

Any of the prompts below can be used with any story/characters. They do not have to be used in the context of the "theme" they're posted under.

Happy Birthday, Choices!

In addition to the prompts below, posts celebrating Choices and your favorites (MCs, LIs, Friend Groups, Books, etc), will be accepted regardless of if a specific prompt is used

baking a cake

blowing out candles / making a wish

the perfect gift

surprising them with their favorite flowers

surprise party

spa break

"I'm sorry did you just call my/your birthday my 'womb escape'??"

“Are you crying? Please don’t cry, I didn’t think the gift was that bad-"

"I never liked celebrating my birthday."

"I don’t think fighting for my life is an acceptable way to celebrate my birthday"

"I’d rather eat you than cake."

"Put down the frosting!"

Hollywood U + High School Story Appreciation

Just like last year's event, any and all HWU and HSS content will be accepted regardless of if a specific prompt is used

movie premiere / red carpet

behind the scenes

coffee (all the coffee)

library dates/sneaking around in the stacks

falling asleep watching a movie

classes at HWU related to your MC's field of study

"Does a ninety minute movie really warrant this amount of snacks?"

"Your taste in movies is so bad"

"I love you but I'm not watching _____ again" -----

prom

graduation

High School Reunion / Where are they now?

school clubs

skipping class together

putting secret notes into the other's locker

being paired up for a project/presentation

"I accidentally grabbed your notebook" (What do they find, doodles, writings, poems, songs, little hearts with their initials?)

"It's finals week and you forgot we have a history exam?"

Sibling Appreciation

Any and all content that is focused on siblings in the fandom will be accepted regardless of if it fits a specific prompt

teaching their sibling about/how to do something

teasing each other

being overly protective of sibling

"Could you just stop talking for once?!"

"Don't blame it on me!"

"Thanks for being there"

"Can you pick me up?"

Siblings would help you bury a body, but they wouldn’t bring out the trash for you, no matter how nice you ask.

August Days

any August holiday

August 4: International Beer Day ; National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day

August 5: Sandcastle Day

August 6: National Friendship Day

August 9: Hold Hands Day

August 10: National S’mores Day

August 12-20: National Heritage Week

August 18: National Couple's Day

August 26: National Dog Day

August 27: National Just Because Day

August 30: National Beach Day

Summer Prompts:

popsicles

sidewalk chalk

camping

fairs/festival

fruit picking

stargazing

iced coffee

sunglasses

Making summer playlists for each other

“it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”

“do we have any ice cream left?”

"Summer's almost over…"

“I couldn’t help myself… All the ice-cream flavours looked so good!”

Remember, you can also submit any WIP you have that are based on previous prompts from any 2023 event.

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haowrld · 11 months

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cookie brownies — junhui x gn!reader

notes : fluff, one-sided crush, reader can’t cook, reader has a cat, ft.mingyu, profanity, confessions

an : aaa idk how i got 1000 words on this like wtf. anyway here's a jun story!! it's kinda rushed 😭 bcs i wanted to write smtg for his birthday (happy birthday junhui!!! 🐈 )

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“i wish i could help yn, but i’ve got some projects that i’m working on.” mingyu, who you are on a video call with, sighs as he lays down on his bed. “cookies or not, you don’t have to do something you’re not good at if you don’t want to.” mingyu said, “i know jun would still like whatever you make any day” he grinned.

you look at mingyu pouting, “but i want to make these cookies! it’s my way of telling him that i like him” you smile “i mean, if you want these cookies to be exactly what jun wants, just call up anyone who could cook, like shua, or dokyeom?” he suggested, “maybe even wonwoo could help you clean up with all the mess you made behind there.”.

you look behind your kitchen, flour has been spread to your kitchen as its box was left empty, and chocolate chips and milk has been spilled. there is a tray of cookies that were burnt. your cat jumps on the counter, sniffing at the mess that you have made as it looks at you disappointingly.

“i think i’ll be fine mingyu!” you said, looking over the oven, as you hear the beeping noise of the cookies that are done baking, you smell something burning. oh shit, “actually, nevermind! please call someone mingyu, please!” you immediately hang up on mingyu as you open the oven door, burnt cookies, again, your cat hisses at the smell as it jumps off the counter.

“ugh, another failed attempt…” you sigh putting all the burnt cookies in a plastic seal, at least you’ve got something to eat. picking up your phone, and you stare at your wallpaper; it was you and junhui taking a goofy picture at a photobooth together. you smile at the sight of jun making a weird face, he’s so adorable.

you thought about that moment on your phone, it was another day of hanging out with jun, though you felt something different with jun, you found him a little more prettier these days, and every little kind gesture and weird trinkets he give because he thinks you would like them, gosh, it was annoying your head, but you couldn’t help it, you had a crush on jun.

you shake the moment off your head and look at the mess that you have made. “you can do this, you can make the best cookies junnie has ever-“ you hear a knock on the door. “j-jun? what are you doing here!?” you open the door to find your pretty best friend holding a box of brownie mix, he lets himself in, your cat immediately goes to junhui, making him smile as he pets your cat.

getting up and setting the brownie mix near a table, he hugs you, letting you go, he gives you a sweet smile “hey, mingyu asked me to help you, he said it was about baking and i thought about your favorites, brownies!”. he smiles as he walks to the kitchen. your heart can’t take another one of his sweet gestures.

“well, let’s get started now!” jun said as he takes the box of brownie mix and holds your hand, your eyes widen as he looks at you with the cutest smile that you have ever seen as both of you go to the kitchen. “we’re making chocolate chip cookie brownies!”

“i honestly don’t know how we were able to clean up this easily..” you look at your now clean kitchen, surprised at how it used to be garbage for wasted ingredients a moment ago. thanks to jun and a little bit of elbow grease, you guys were able to begin making brownie cookies.

“let’s start with the ingredients, eggs, oil, and water” you help him take out some fresh carton of eggs, vegetable oil, and a cup of water. “great, now we just need some bowl and a whisk” he looks around the cupboard and brings out some extra ingredients plus two bowls, and an electric whisk.

“okay, where do we start first?” tapping on table, jun takes out the brownie mix and gives it to you, “i think you could start out something simple, this has some instructions…” jun turns the box and points the instructions, leaning close so that you’ll be able to know what he’s talking about. you shift awkwardly, moving away. “yep i think i get what you mean!” you smile, turning away as you look at the ingredients, you were screaming inside. he was so close!! holy shit, junnie is just so ahh!!! stay calm yn, you thought to yourself, cracking open an egg, just distract yourself and we will be able to finish these brownies!! wait no! don’t look at jun!

you slowly look at jun, who was already mixing the ingredients with the electric whisk, gosh! he’s pretty!! why did you look yn!? he’s so ughh! he turns to you and turns off the electric whisk, “need help? seems you’ve already got most of the ingredients right.” he takes the bowl and pours it on the greased pan.

“okay, now we just need to put the cookie dough in.” jun takes the cookie dough and places pieces of it on the brownie batter. you look at junhui as he was placing the pan in the oven. you thought about your burnt cookies, maybe jun would like it…? you decide that it wouldn’t hurt to try, maybe jun might like whatever you make.

“hey uh jun?” you tap on jun’s shoulder as he looks at you “yeah? what’s up?” jun asks “about the mess i made in the kitchen…?” you begin, “those burnt cookies,” jun tilts his head curiously, as you open your fridge to show the sealed burnt cookies to him, he looks at the cookies, then at you and smiles. “you made cookies for me?” he takes the bag and opens the seal, “i know it’s not good looking…but i wanted to make these for you because..” jun takes a bite of the cookie and the way he smiles at the taste, it didn’t matter if they were burnt, you made them for him and…

“i like you junhui!” the sounds of the oven indicated that the cookie brownies were done, but there was also another sound that jun had heard, his heartbeat. “yn..” he smiles before hugging you.

…it made him love you even more.

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amrass · 27 days

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Fanfiction updates and excerpts 04.01.24

Guess who's back after 40 days of fast! I've tried to come up with an April's Fools joke, but nope, seems my brain is reeling from going from very little internet and then a lot of internet at once. I am currently knee deep in Fear & Hunger and Silent Hill walkthroughs, and am in a nice mood despite a tension headache.

Thank you to those who have supported my work in these weeks, it means a lot, especially during dopamine withdrawal 💙

Here is the list with the works I am focusing on in the coming month(s). So much Micah lol ... And blanket warning for NSFW.

Main works:

Salt.

Colm/Micah, sugar daddy precanon AU, dark content. Currently at part 9, in Arc 2, soon to go over in arc 3. Ohh this SOB of a fic ... Not because it's hard to write, quite the contrary, it just grows and grows. I'm having fun with it though. Part 10 should be up this weekend :) It's going to be like 80% smut. Here is an except from it:

"Last round. Your fourth, yeah? Remember to keep it in."

"I can't," Micah said like an amateur ventriloquist, cum tricking out of his mouth.

"You wished me good luck," Colm said, faking disappointment. He dug his nails in where shaved skin ended and unshaven skin began.

Micah visibly steeled himself; he seemed to expect another harsh handjob. He ceased breathing when Colm bent down between his legs, face hovering above his poor, half-erect cock.

"Tell me no," he said slowly, his grin opening, mouth filling with spit.

Micah could only stare.

xxx

The Damned and the Redeemed

A motorcycle gang AU set around 1990-2010, like in GTA 4: The Lost and the Damned, with the RDR2 main cast as bikers and their horses as smaller pets. While out riding, Arthur gets tasked with recovering Micah, who has been missing from the clubhouse for a few days. /// I am currently sulking because it's kind of hard to recreate Fast & Furious in text form, but about half of this is written.

"Easy, boy. Easy. It's just me," he said as he put his helmet down on, and carefully opened the door. "You remember me, don't you?"

About a third of the orange lamps inside the RV worked, but he saw the shadow of the Pitbull, the muscles breathing under thin black and white fur, like a miniature motorcycle no less vicious in its ability to break bones. The dog stood still, quieter than the police radio, sounding like ghosts due to the RV being far underground. If Arthur hadn't had experience with Baylock, spending time in the clubhouse kennel, he might've mauled him through the MC protection.

"I'm just here to check up on Micah. Easy, easy," Arthur kept on repeating, keeping his voice friendly, moving into a crouch. He removed his glove and presented his hand.

Baylock did not move to sniff it.

xxx

Cata Doxa

Set in the same AU as TDatR, as a kind of epilogue. My attempt at a realistic, redeemed!Micah/Arthur. The motorcycle gang has disbanded, and Arthur and Micah live together in an old safehouse with a dog named the Duchess and a cat named Patrick (Bateman). Part 1-2 is filthy domestic Morbell smut, but ends on a bittersweet note. Part 3, which is unwritten, is hurt/comfort, and includes the cookies actually getting baked in a nonsexual sense, more Duchess & Patrick, and a talk on how it is like to grow older when one did not expect to survive. OLD MAN YAOI ALL THE WAY --

"You stirring?"

Arthur tried. There was something laughably pathetic about those small jerks of the wooden spoon against the wet dough and bowl. He laughed at himself, his shaking hands. "Shit," he said.

Micah pulled away, and the air was cold on Arthur's ass. Biting his lip to stifle a needy sound, he looked over his shoulder. Micah was still on his knees, looking up with a lewd grimace. "Shit? I sure hope not."

Arthur frowned, then did an intense eye roll. "Are you four years old?"

"Point blank range," Micah said, giggling, "But I guess," he drew out the words, savoring them, "I like to live dangerously …"

When Arthur rolled his eyes again, they stayed up, vanishing beneath his lids. The mouth had returned with a vengeance, thumb fucking into him while Micah licked around it. It slid deeper, and Arthur nearly dropped the bowl.

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Slug

Same universe as TDatR, but is standalone, and far darker. NONCON & VIOLENCE. Four parts, O'Driscoll Gang/Micah, Colm's brother/Micah, Colm/Micah. Includes foursome, duct tape, spider gags, drugs, vibrators, gang rape, forced feminization, circle jerk, bukkake, boot worship, overstimulation, watersports, mindfuck ...

Micah is caught when robbing a O'Driscoll Gang hideout, disguised as a derelict gas station. What follows is six hours of horror, varying in intensity and depravity. He tries to manipulate the power structures within the gang in order to survive - when he's not screaming, that is.

Micah reached for his guns, only to be pulled backwards until he was flat. Leather fingertips dug into the hair roots and the swollen flesh beneath as more men swarmed him. They held his arms and legs down using thick gloves and thicker boots, applying pressure until he stilled. He swore his bones creaked under their combined weight. He looked up like he was stargazing among neat hills, and not in a ditch surrounded by helmets and with the stars hidden by city smog.

"Let me," said a second voice from above him, and another face came into view, so pretty it was near angelic, covered in a halo of reddish blonde corkscrew curls. Upside down, he looked to be smiling, friendly if not for the baseball bat hovering between them, covered in rusty nails. "Let me kill the little thief."

"Not yet. Bosses are near. Wanted to have a look."

xxx

And that's what I'm focusing on! But other fics might appear sporadically, like my Morbell fic Anhedonia did.

Hope everyone is having an alright Easter, if they celebrate, or otherwise just having a good time :)

Of all the seasons I dislike spring the most, so sending some extra love to those going through a tough time, April and May can be cruel.

#amras writes

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty One

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Lucille: *isn't so sure about the routine part either. She's so used to just jumping into things without a second thought* I'll... I'll try.

Gardio: *kisses his daughter's forehead* You can do it. I believe in you.

Lucille: *questions how he's not giving her high doses of radiation every time he does something like that. Maybe she's part ghoul...?*

Gardio: I'll head down stairs and heat up my food. I'll be back up. *to Ma* Would you like me to heat up yours as well?

Ma: “Ah, that would be lovely, thank you. And you can tell Joyce that she may start baking dessert, the cookie dough is already prepped and rolled into balls. No doubt that the girl is drooling at the mouth just thinking about it.” (Remembers that Nick had just previously snapped at his daughter, maybe he needs a rest. Although, that may be difficult considering what just transpired) “I’ll go check up on them downstairs just to be sure everything is alright in the meantime, excuse me for a moment.” (Leaves to do just that)

Teshteal: *smiles and goes back to devouring his meal* Joyce: (Smiles back at her boyfriend and continues to eat as well, really trying to hold back on inhaling he macaroni and cheese)

Nick: *also saw it but isn't saying anything. He's too tired of this nonsense- as long as she's not trying to die*

Jasmine: (Fixated on the carousel with wide sparkly eyes. She’s a kitten, anything that moves and is shiny captures her attention. Anything that she deems cute as well, which is why she was staring at the rubber ducky earlier as it bobbled up and down in the water)

Donovan: (Knew this trick from their prewar days. He, Jie, and Lilac had discovered this and would purposely try to catch Jasmines attention with different objects then giggle when her eyes would go cutely wide with interest and delight)

Ma: (Walks into the guest room, pausing when she sees Donovan is up) “Donny…? Why are you here and not resting, love?”

Donovan: (Points to the bed with a sad smile, not answering the question) “Rosie likes the carousel music box, I knew she would...”

Ma: (Concerned for her son but she turns to Nick without pressing further) “How you doing there, Dad?”

Nick: I'll be honest, more than a bit worn out. *rubs the back of his head* Could use a break.

Lucille: *sits there staring at her plate. She feels so unsure... unstable. It's frightening*

Gardio: *comes downstairs. After heating his food* Ma says you can bake the cookies, now. *flashes them a smile* Teshteal: *pumps his arms into the air* Hurray! *immediately puts them on* Joyce: (Brightens up to match the energy of the sun itself) “Wonderful!” (Rushes to grab a baking tray and a silicone baking mat while Teshteal gets the dough from the fridge)

Ma: (Nods her head with a heavy sigh) “And you no doubt deserve one." (Looks to the girl hidden under the blankets) "I am willing to watch Rosalinda for you if you wish to take one.”

Jasmine: (Winds up the music box on her own when it runs out, still completely mesmerized by it as she sucks on her thumb. She doesn't appear to hear or understand what the adults are saying, otherwise she'd protest the idea of Nick leaving her)

Donovan: (Would stay as well just in case Jazzy goes ballistic again and is too much for one person to handle)

Nick: That would be swell. *slight smile but then goes back to a serious expression as he stands* Not now, but there's something I'm going to have to have you do to help keep her from losing control. *writing down something on a notepad then shows them. "Read silently- Assign you two as her 'commanders' so the words are effective on her coming from you. I trust you not to abuse this power."*

Lucille: *debating on whether or not she deserves dessert.*

Teshteal: *puts the little cookie dough on the tray in neat and spacious rows delicately* Joyce: (Making sure the oven is the right temperature and that the timer is set so the cookies don't burn)

Ma: (Goes wide eyed when she reads the note, flashing Nick an, “are you sure” look)

Donovan: (Neither him or Ma would abuse the power, he himself might not even have the guts to use it. He saw how it controls Jas, that it renders her useless. He’ll only use it if it’s a 100% case of a life or death situation, otherwise he’s taking the hard way of talking her through it. Using the Commands may control her actions, but not how she truly feels inside)

Jasmine: (Would normally have something to say about that, she hates the idea of having more handlers who can control her every move. The very idea would make her feel more trapped, more like a monster who needs to be put in chains. But it is for her own safety right now, and Nick can revoke Ma and Donny's handler status later)

Nick: *nods and writes* "Only use it if she's completely lost to the programming. Best to stick to Reset and Zero Day- those cause the least amount of harm from what I've seen... so far."

Teshteal: *slides the cookies in with a little hum, swishing his tail side to side happily* Gardio: *eating his food, watching the two bake cookies* Joyce: (Pops an extra chocolate chip in her mouth after setting the timer for about 15 minutes, grinning as she hold out another piece of chocolate to Teshteals lips for him to try)

Ma: (Hesitantly nods, hoping that it doesn’t come down to Donny or her having to use it on the poor girl)

Donovan: (Still has so many questions to ask, so many that he isn’t even sure where he would start when the time is appropriate. Probably he would start off with what exactly those vault people did to Jas, he already has an idea and it makes him shudder to think further)

Jasmine: (Winds up her music box when it stops playing, running her fingers over the snowy white horses as they spin with the lullaby. She wishes she could ride a real carousel again, or at least see one...)

Nick: Thank you. This means a lot. *nods and walks out of the room*

Teshteal: *gets all blushy again at this gesture and takes a quick bite, being careful to grab the chocolate and not her fingers. He delights in the the taste- he hasn't had good chocolate in a while* Joyce: (Giggles cutely at this, putting her arms around Teshteals shoulders and stealing a kiss after he comes in close to take the chocolate chip) Teshteal: *squeaks in surprise but leans into the embrace* You pulled a fast one! *smirks cheesily up at her* Joyce: (Gives him a smile sweeter than the chocolate, pulling him in close) Teshteal: *smiles back. Pecks her lips cheerily then strokes her hair while he looks on at her in admiration*

Jasmine: (Blinks at the music box, almost immediately sensing that Nick is no longer sitting besides her. Her eyes widen, losing all interest in her music box)

Ma: (Frowns a bit. It would’ve been better if Nick had told his daughter he was leaving, even if she started crying it was better than her looking up and seeing that he had left without telling her. She slowly approaches the bed, noticing that the girl had shoved off her dress and kicked it to the corner) “Rosie honey….”

Jasmine: (Listens for a few seconds, then pulls back the blanket so she can peep out and confirm that Daddy has indeed disappeared from the room. Her big doe-eyes well up with more tears as she sits up with the blanket around her)

Donovan: (Hadn’t moved from his spot in the chair. He takes the music box so Jas doesn’t drop it while she moves and sets it on the ground)

Ma: (Sits on the edge of the bed, cupping the girls cheek with one hand while the other rubs her shoulder) “He’ll be back, Rosa-Marie. He hasn’t left you here alone, I promise.”

Nick: *simply sighs at the realization of his own failing. Course saying he was leaving might have made her cling to him. He can't be sure.

Jasmine: (Starts sobbing as the fear grapples her, pulling up her knees to her chin so she can hide her face in them. Crying is not enough to vent her emotions however, she lost her ability to regulate that properly long ago. So by default she goes for her wounds again, trying to scratch them)

Ma: (Gently knocks the girls hands away from her bandages, taking them in hers. It would be best to send Jas to sleep for the night, the poor girl is still fighting off her fever and feels even warmer since she was under the blanket and has been working herself up with the fighting and crying)

Donovan: (Stands and starts collecting anything sharp or anything that could be made into something sharp away so Jas can hurt herself with it. He then locks the windows so she can’t escape again, feeling like he’s baby proofing the room for a small child)

Jasmine: (Desperately reaches for the door, quietly crying out for her father to return)

Ma: “Shhh, bebita bonita- estás bien…..” (Carefully pulls Jazzy in her lap, soothing her by patting her back) “Estamos bien…..”

Nick: *Contemplates going back but decides against it. She needs to get used to him not being around. She's not a toddler*

Jasmine: (Squirms to get away from Ma as she whines at what the motherly had said) “Nooooo!!!”

Ma: (Tightens her hold on the teen) “Hm?”

Jasmine: (Brokenly) “None of that…. Please!”

Ma: (Looks a bit hurt again but she nods at the girls request)

Jasmine: (Keeps fighting to break free)

Donovan: (Glances at Jas, knowing full well she would never act like this on a normal day) “Age regression…?”

Ma: (Solemnly nods) “That’s what I was thinking… Its not much of surprise, honestly. It’s one coping mechanism, better than her harming herself.”

Donovan: “And she doesn’t like Spanish…..”

Ma: (Somber hum) “Apparently not….” (Going through a checklist of what mental disorders Jazzy has probably developed and the habits that come from it)

Nick: *Hell. Maybe they can help her snap out of this state she's in. He's not going to do her any good at this rate. Currently just pacing outside smoking and mulling things over. He knows he ought to quit but he's pretty stressed at the whole ordeal*

Gardio: *finishes his meal. He took his time. He goes back to Lucille* Lucille: *staring out the window from her bed. Watching the sea and the farm. She sighs sadly. Wonders briefly what it would be like to be swallowed by the ocean. Probably not as romantic as she briefly imagines* Gardio: Hey, sweetie. How are you doing Lucille: Thinking about the ocean. Gardio: *nods solemnly* It isn't as peaceful as you think. Lucille: I know. It's pretty deceptive. Gardio: *hums to himself* Thinking of keeping you company tonight. Lucille: Dad... no. There's no other bed. Gardio: I'll sleep on the ground on a bunch of blankets. Lucille: You'll be bone tired come morning. Plus you're a Glowing One- I'm surprised I'm not suffering from radiation sickness, yet. Gardio: Despite my glow, the radiation I passively give off isn't enough to hurt a person badly. However, you might be adapting to the wasteland, too. *shrugs* Lucille: ...I still don't think it's a good idea, especially with my ankle.

Jasmine: (Starts kicking her feet even harder as she squirms, shrieking in frustration that she can’t move much)

Ma: (Tries not to sigh out loud in exasperation, she doesn’t want Jas to think she’s being a burden. She just wants the girl to feel safe and sleep) “Why did you take off your dress, sweetheart? Is it because you’re feeling too hot? Would you like me to fetch you a lighter nightgown?”

Jasmine: (Just shrieks and cries out some more, trying to pry Ma’s arms off from around her waist)

Ma: (Patiently, tightening her hold so Jas doesn’t fall off the bed but not too much that it hurts) “I told you Rosie, your father will be back soon. I can promise you that. But for now you’ll have to wait here for him.” (To Donovan) “Hand me the cloth and water from the dresser?”

Donovan: (Does just that)

Ma: (Starts cleaning the blood off the teens hands and face, humming while she does so. She might try to clip Jas’s nails as well to keep her from further scratching herself, although she’s too erratic right now)

Gardio: Well I could always get Nick to stay the night. Lucille: *scoffs* He doesn't have the time. I'm sure he'd shut down the agency just to take care of his infant teenage daughter. Gardio: Don't judge. She's probably been through a lot more than you know. Lucille: *turns her head back towards the window with a huff. Everyone apologizes for Jas's actions except Jas herself. Not once has the teen said she's sorry for any of the pain she's caused her supposed sister. She wouldn't even stand up for her when Donovan was interrogating her back at the orphanage* Gardio: Lucille, be reasonable. Lucille: I am... I'm just tired of everything to do with Jasmine right now... even Nick. *hurts to say that but she is. Even with him bringing her back to her senses, before, she still feels distant from the old synth*

Teshteal: *cups Joyce’s cheek and takes the opportunity to kiss her deeply, tongue and all* Joyce: (Squeals with delight, opening her mouth slightly as she holds her boyfriend tightly, ruffling his hair with her fingers)

Ma: (Swaddles the girl up in a blanket so it’s harder for her to fight and possibly hurt herself. She makes sure to leave a little wiggle room so she doesn’t feel completely trapped)

Jasmine: (Weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks as her muscles relax) “N-no!”

Ma: (Starts rocking back and forth on the bed, patting the girls lower back) “Hush now, Rosie. You must be exhausted.”

Jasmine: (Brokenly) “Daddy! No….” (Since her mind is so fractured, she can’t grasp the fact that he’s not abandoning her. All she knows is that he snapped at her angrily then disappeared from the room)

Ma: (Patiently once more, wiping some hair off her face) “He’ll be back soon, dear. For now, you can rest.”

Donovan: (Sits there with his head in his hands, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that the baby had a baby. Not that Jas is an actual infant, but she’s so young and small… That plus the fact that it was mostly likely from the cause of a cruel case of rape just rubs more salt in the wounds. He’s still debating when he’ll give this information to Ma, not that it’ll ever be easy but now still doesn’t feel like the right time)

Nick: *pacing still. Trying to walk off the stress*

Gardio: Sweetheart, I'm worried about you- Lucille: I know but I'll be fine. I promise. Gardio: *frowns but quietly nods* Okay... please yell if you need me. *leaves* Lucille: *keeps staring at the sea*

Teshteal: *very much freely explores her mouth this time with his forked tongue. Eventually it wraps around hers and tries to pull on it*

Joyce: (Pulls back and pouts when the timer goes off and they have to separate, quickly putting on oven mitts so she can take out the warm tray off cookies and set it down on top of the stove)

Jasmine: (Whimpers, trying to wiggle out of the blanket but the claws of sleep are pulling her in. She doesn’t want to fall asleep, she can almost guarantee that she’ll have nightmares and is afraid of what’ll happen to her while she does so)

Ma: (Gives the girl a kiss on the head, pressing her forehead against hers while she continues to rock on the bed to lull her to sleep)

Donovan: (Telling himself not to speculate too much in this instance, it won’t do him any good right now. He just needs to focus on doing what he’s always done, and that’s looking out for his family and keeping them safe)

Joyce: (Pulls back and pouts when the timer goes off and they have to separate, quickly putting on oven mitts so she can take out the warm tray off cookies and set it down on top of the stove) Teshteal: *pouts a little but lightens up. They have all night after dessert to kiss* Joyce: (Transfers the cookies onto a rack cool down with a spatula, mouth starting to water at the gooey goodness that smells heavenly) “Mhmmm. The smell is amazing…”

Jasmine: (Starts trembling like a scared little bunny but she stops struggling, nodding off further into sleep. She’s not happy about it one bit, but she’s lost the battle…)

Ma: (Sadly smiles down at the girl as she finally settles down) “Heh. The five S’s…”

Donovan: (Snaps back into reality, rubbing his forehead) “Hm?”

Ma: (Gestures at Jas with her head) “The five S’s, for settling down crying and fussing tykes. Seems to work on this one as well.” (Goes back to assuring the teen that she’s still safe and can sleep)

Donovan: (Blinks at Jas for a moment in thought, watching as the feisty and angry kitten melt into the sweetheart he once knew who’s quietly crying from the pain she’s in, then stands and walks out of the room)

Ma: “Where are you going?”

Donovan: “To get a rocking chair for you two.” (Quickly heads into Ma’s room and picks up the spare rocking chair she keeps in there, bringing it into the guest room)

Ma: (Frowns a little, not wanting him to lift anything heavy right now but doesn’t mention it. She rises with the girl in her arms and sits in the chair, adjusting the teen so she’s snuggled up closely with the blanket still around her)

Jasmine: (Whines in confusion at the sudden movement, squirming around with some leftover energy then settles in by nuzzling up against Ma’s chest, sobbing quietly with her thumb in her mouth)

Teshteal: *thinks they look absolutely delicious. His nose twitches at the lovely smell* I could just eat them all up. *reaches out but stops* But I won't. *puts his hands back at his sides. Very slight forced smile* Gotta wait for the others! Joyce: (Nods, getting out bowls for the ice cream) “I wonder when they’ll be ready for dessert... Or if they want any at all.” (Longingly gazes at the cookies)

Jasmine: (Weakly pleas for the pain and memories to stop in her half-sleep, biting down on her thumb)

Ma: (Now that Jas is no longer moving she carefully unwraps her so she isn’t so hot and stuffy under the blanket, gently draping a sheet over both of them instead)

Jasmine: (Fearful that her dad left her just like her aunt and birth mother did- absolutely terrified at the thought that she'll have to navigate and brave the storm alone again)

Ma: "Ssh, love. You're safe here with us." (Starts rubbing the girls stomach and sides as she did earlier in a tender circular pattern, rocking in the chair to create a soothing motion)

Nick: *considering leaving Jas here with them when they make their trek to the vault, still. Her and Teshteal. It'll be too risky to take them there especially since both are susceptible to commands*

Lucille: *thinking about what Jas signed at her and winces. She still thinks the girl is right. She's had it easy compared to her... mutters to herself* Such a selfish bxtch...

Teshteal: Should I go ask...? *waves his tail up and down a little as he eyes the cookies hungrily* Joyce: (Nods her head eagerly, so hyped about dessert that she’s almost shaking and frothing at the mouth)

Jasmine: (Blubbers again when Ma does the gentle rubs, lulling her into a deeper sleep. She wont be happy at all if Nick leaves her behind to go to the vault that is a several days trip away, that's another meltdown waiting to happen)

Ma: (Quietly to herself as she rocks and massages Jas) "I’ve got her Angélica... Your baby girl is alive. She's in good hands with her father...” (Remembering her late friend, thinking about how grateful she would be that her daughter made it through the bombs. She'd be heartbroken that the girl had to endure so much terror to get here, but also mighty proud that she got this far)

Jasmine: (Tries to nestle herself even closer to Ma by pressing her face above the neckline of her dress after moving it to the side slightly so she can hear her heartbeat and feel her skin. She’s craving the sense of protection and warmth close contact to another person brings that she was deprived of for so long)

Ma: (Smiles down at the teen, not minding one bit as she continues to rub her stomach and lower back)

Jasmine: (Hums softly in content, sucking her thumb as she breathes in sync with Ma and listens to her rhythmic heartbeat. Her free hand grips the motherly woman's dress to further secure herself)

Donovan: (Almost starts shedding some tears again as he witnesses this, swearing that he'll gut the bastards that dared to hurt the sweet and precious little girl. If he hadn’t lived for so long and had witnessed firsthand how cruel people are capable of being he’d question how they would have the guts when she looks so innocent)

Lucille: *wonders if she should just leave for 88. After that blow up, she doubts they'll ever be on good terms again. It would be doing everyone a favor and at least she'd be alive...*

Teshteal: *nods and bounds over to Gardio who's checking the fire* Dessert? Gardio: *blinks, processing what he's asking* Sure. *gets up to grab some cookies and icecream* Joyce: (Opens the freezer and pulls out a large container of homemade Neapolitan ice cream, quickly fetching a scoop from the drawers)

Gardio: *to Teshteal* Check if Lucille wants a cookie please. *smiles when he notices the neopolitan* Oh, how did they make this? *admiring the fact they even have it out in the wasteland. Then again. It's a miracle their house looks like one right from before the war.

Donovan: (Stands and starts undoing Jas’s bed, swapping out her slightly bloodied sheets for fresh ones) Ma: (Takes a damp rag with one hand and dabs it on the back of Jazzy’s neck and shoulders to keep her cool, carefully tossing her loose curls back so she’s not smothered under them) Jasmine: (Asleep, but still partly aware of her surroundings as she dreams of nothing. She can feel the cool rag on her skin along with the motion of her back being rubbed)

Teshteal: Sure thing, boss! *climbs up to the attic* Lucille? You want any dessert? Lucille: ...No. I don't deserve it. Teshteal: Oh boy... *heavy huff. Tries to put on the charm* You sure? It's really good! The cookies are fresh~! Lucille: Save them for someone who isn't some selfish brute. Teshteal: *frowns and looks down. He's not going to keep pressing. Just goes downstairs to ask Donovan and Ma if they want any dessert. He feigns a smile so they don't worry about anyone else than Jasmine*

Donovan: (Fluffs up the sheets on Jas’s bed so it’s nice and comfy for when they tuck her in later)

Ma: (Raises her head from the top of Jazzy’s when Teshteal comes into the room, smiling warmly at him) “Hello dear, how are you holding up?”

Donovan: (Turns around, also giving a friendly but tired smile at Teshteal)

Jasmine: (Sniffles and shuffles a little with a small cry)

Ma: (Shushes her and keeps rubbing her back and stomach, rocking the chair a bit more)

Teshteal: Just fine. Would either of you like dessert? *maintains his false smile the entire time he's there, only letting it drop when it seems appropriate*

Joyce: (Starts scooping ice cream for herself, offering Gardio the scoop when she’s done) “We get a shipment of prewar produce and ingredients from some vaults that grow them. I’m not sure about the details though, you’ll have to ask Ma or Donny about that.” Gardio: Too bad you can't grow your own... *smiles as he takes the spoon and scoops two large piles of multiflavored icecream into the bowl* It's been quite a while since I've had icecream. Joyce: “Yeah, they require a special and specific kind of care that you can only really find in vaults. I’m pretty sure these vaults that this stuff comes from are very exclusive about who gets what.” (Shrugs her shoulders, taking three cookies) “But Mama has her ways, and I’m grateful for that because this food is heavenly.” (Her emerald green eyes widen with delight as they fixate on her bowl)

Donovan: “Oh… We didn’t even eat our dinner yet.” (Glances at Ma who won’t be able to eat until after she’s done holding Jas)

Ma: (Waves her hand at her son while dampening the cloth again) “Go on down and eat, love. I think we’re fine in here for now.” (Rests her head back on top of Jazzy’s)

Jasmine: (Settles down and goes back to breathing evenly against Ma’s chest, her fingers tightening on her house dress)

Donovan: (Might just grab his food and come on back up here, he rather stay close to the two. Although, he still wants to check up on Joyce, he doesn’t doubt she’s still upset about what she witnessed earlier)

Teshteal: Alright! *scampers out. He would go back to the kitchen but he wonders where his possum toy is so he looks for that*

Donovan: (He walks over to give his mother a kiss on the head, then gently pets Jazzy’s hair) “I’ll be back soon, call if you need anything.” (Leaves downstairs)

Lucille: *still laying in bed. If she wasn't convinced Jas hated her before, that blow up really proved her right. Maybe Patriot was right when he wrote his note before his death. Mutters* Monster...

Gardio: Very. *nods then after a moment of silently eating their cookies and icecream* You and Teshteal seem to have gotten really close. How's that been so far?

Joyce: (Was stuffing her face with a cookie that had ice cream slathered all over it) “Oh, It’s been wonderful-…” (Stops short when her older brother walks into the kitchen, setting down her spoon)

Donovan: (Smiles at the two, giving a kind nod to his sister) “Hey JoJo…” (Notices her expression and his face fills with concern, opening his arms)

Joyce: (Scratch that about what she said about feeling fine, because within seconds she’s bolting across the kitchen to tackle Donny in a hug with tears in her eyes)

Donovan: (Wraps her up in a tight embrace) “Are you alright? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Joyce: (Muffled in his shoulder) “Did YOU get hurt!” (Still shook at the fight she witnessed, followed by gunshots and a brief glimpse of the girl covered in blood)

Teshteal: *suddenly remembers Nick and runs out to ask him* Want any dessert? Nick: *looks up from his thoughts* Hm-? No, thank you. I'm a little busy thinking- Teshteal: Okay! *runs back in and looks for his plushie*

Lucille: *pulling on a loose wire in her arm. She winces. Tells herself she deserves this pain. It's the least she can do to atone for her crimes*

Gardio: *blinks at the sudden change of her mood. Feels like he didn't gage the situation right. Then again, a friendly chat is usually a nice distraction from a recent scary situation*

Donovan: (Pats her back assuredly) “I’m fine, it’s nothing I have not felt before."

Joyce: (Shakes her head) “There were gunshots!! The window broke!”

Donovan: (Winces at the reminder of what Jas tried to do to herself) “They weren’t aimed or meant for me, she wasn’t trying to hurt me…”

Jasmine: (Whines and squirms at the bad memories coming at her while she tries to rest off her fever and injuries) Ma: “Shhh, little one. You’re safe and sound here. (Rubs her with a little more pressure just to help assure her, singing one of Jas’s lullabies to soothe the girl) “A la nanita nana, nanita ella nanita ella. Mi niña tiene sueño bendito sea, bendito sea….” Jasmine: (Melts once her fractured mind refocuses on the sweet lullaby and the comforting warmth from her skin. She misses her Dad terribly still, she rather be in his arms right now. But he's gone- he just evaporated into thin air)

Teshteal: *finds his stuffed possum. It's so much fluffier and soft now and he can't help but give it a big hug because of that* Possum! *smiling like a giant child*

Lucille: *tears up. With each pull, she sends a shockwave of pain shooting through her shoulder. She briefly entertains that this is what Jasmine wants- for her to suffer. Even if it's not true*

Gardio: *stands* I can help with your injuries, Donovan. *walks over and sets a hand on the other ghoul's shoulder. He shuts his eyes and focuses, releasing a burst of radiation through his hand and over the other ghoul*

Joyce: (Steps back while this happens, sniffling on her tears as she eats her ice cream)

Donovan: (Immediately starts to feel much brighter and stronger, his headache disappearing) "Whew, thank you! That feels much better." (Grateful smile)

Nick: *might stay out there till morning. He needs more than a couple hours away from Jas* Jasmine: (Keeps sucking on her thumb, sleeping like an angel child for now. At least until her nightmares and unstable mind become too much for her to handle again and she starts flaring around) Ma: (Looking out the window, continuing to sing the old Spanish lullaby since it seems to help Jazzy as she holds the fragile girl and hopes she stays fast asleep until her father returns) “Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora. Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora. Calla mientras la cuna se balancea. A la nanita nana, nanita ella….”

Lucille: *gets to the point where she's crying from the pain she's inflicting on herself. She soon has to stop or risk damaging the connection of the wire. She's not going to get any sleep thanks to this... not that she thinks she deserves sleep*

Teshteal: *comes back in, clutching his possum friend in his arms, its paws sticking out on top of them. Notices Joyce crying and freezes* Oh- Did something happen? *slowly and timidly walks over to his girlfriend*

Donovan: (Wraps his arms back around Joyce to comfort her, giving Tehsteal a somber look) “She’s just a little scared about earlier….”

Joyce: (Poor girl isn’t used to violence like this, the more complicated and deeper kind where emotions are entangled into the mix)

Teshteal: *looks down at his stuffed toy* I know it's not much but... *holds it out to Joyce with both hands* You can hold him if it helps. He helped calm me down when I was scared sometimes. *smiles*

Joyce: (Takes the stuffed possum with a small chuckle of gratitude at her boyfriend) “Thank you…”

Donovan: (Plays with some of Joyce’s golden hair, pecking a kiss on her forehead) “Although, I suppose we are all rattled.” (Pats her back) “Don’t worry about hiding it for the sake of everyone else...”

Joyce: (Goes back to hugging her older brother tightly while with clutching the possum, crying a little more. Donny and Ma are the first people she met who were kind to her, who sheltered her and became her only family. She can’t imagine what she would do if one of them suddenly died…)

Teshteal: *wraps his arms around Joyce from behind to give her a hug, turning this into one big group hug. He rubs his cheek on on the back of her head into her hair*

Joyce: (Chuckles again as she’s incased into one giant hug, humming softly)

Donovan: (Gives a quick pat on Teshteals shoulder in thanks of watching out for Joyce earlier, then goes back to petting her hair)

Dogmeat: (Comes trotting up the stairs to the attic, going straight up to Lucille and whining with big puppy eyes. He starts trying to sniff her, putting is front paws on the bed)

Lucille: *quietly without looking at him* Don't worry about me, boy... I'll be fine. Go back down stairs and play with Pirate...

Pirate: (Already upstairs as well, whining with concern and doing soft little woofs) Dogmeat: (Sniffs the air where Lucille’s arm should’ve been, looking back at Pirate as if to say, “Yo, she’s being a liar! We just heard her cry out in pain.” He then jumps down from the bed to go snitch on Lucille by alerting Nick as that’s what he’s used to doing) Pirate: (Follows him downstairs and out of the doggy door into the night) Dogmeat: (Trots up to Nick, barking with urgency while pawing at the pacing detective)

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Hihi! Can I rqs tsukasa a, i, m, w from fluff alphabet?

Also, do you take anons? if u do can i be ☁️ anon you seem so lovely dhsadjsa

Hiii! Of course you can request <3 Thank you so much and I don't know if you saw this post but I do take anons! So welcome ☁️ anon to my page and I hope you enjoy your staying here ^^ (also I created your tag hehe)

Tsukasa A, I, M, W fluff alphabet

⊱ Admirer ═ What if they would be secret admirer? How would they act around their crush? And what will they do for them?

Tsukasa isn't type of person to be shy but with you he just can't face you without blushing and tripping over his words! He knows because he's been in this state when he was just preparing himself to talk to you and at the end he couldn't even look at you or say "hi", so he decided to work other way.

Tsukasa isn't the best at writing letters so instead he buy you some sweets and attaches a little note saying that it's from "secret admirer -T" and he leaves those at your desk when no one is around, he even comes to school at the earliest hours just so he can make sure she won't be noticed. Sure he can ask one of his friends to give them to you but he really don't have anyone he could ask for it, because Nene will definitely say no and Rui will just tease him to his death.

Tsukasa doesn't know what more he can do for you except sweets... he's not that good with school work so he doesn't want you to have problems, so he keeps giving you sweets and sometimes he even bakes some cakes or cookies for you, and will ALWAYS mention it in his tiny notes.

"A star should be able to tell their lover how they feel... but I might as well make this confession big later!"

⊱ I love you ═ How long did it took them to say those 3 words for the first time? And how often do they like to say it?

Tsukasa while confessing instead of saying "I love you" said some cheesy lines that he maybe even took out of his script. But he only realised that he never said "I love you" to you when either Saki asks him about it or Rui starts teasing him, and once Tsukasa does realize it, it's the moment he starts panicking and starts to think how star like him can make those 3 special words even more special! But when he does plan super romantic date and wants to play off confidently, he's actually a blushing mess trying to say simple "I love you", but once you try to make it easy on him and say it yourself, he stops you so you just stand there and wait good 5 minutes for him to finally say it.

After emberassing first time saying those magic words, Tsukasa starts liking them, not only receiving but also giving them to you! So it doesn't take long untill he says it every day at least 10 times. And when you have cuddle session or private date or if he's just sleepy, you will hear it only more often! Whenever he's cuddled into you or you're cuddled into him and he suddenly starts spoiling you with "I love you"s, you heart can just melt on spot! Tease him about it later and he'll be flustered tho.

"I love you, YN. I love you so much. Please never forget it. I love you, I love you, I love you..."

⊱ Mail ═ How often do they text or call their lover? And why they do so?

Tsukasa is the type of person to text you all the time when he can't see you. You just waked up or about to fall asleep? You have a text from you boyfriend wishing you good day/sleep! You go to different schools? He texts you every break. He has a performence? He texts you every time he's on backstage. But Tsukasa also knows that this many messages can be too much sometimes so if you tell him to slow down with the, he will try, but at the same time he just wants to make sure that you're always happy and safe.

Tsukasa writes you this often because he's scared that there will be one time when you're away from him and something will happen to you, but mostly he does it because he misses you! And he doesn't want you to feel like he don't care about you so he does his best to prove every day that he does care about you a lot!

" 'Hey, how are you doing? I just have longer break on backstage.' Now I just wai- alright! Alright! One second, let me send them one last message! 'I'll be back later, Rui is scolding me. Stay safe!' "

⊱ Wedding ═ How do they want their wedding to look like?

Tsukasa didn't really thought about your wedding yet, you two are still young after all! But after one show of his when they included wedding he started thinking about your relationship and realised that you're dating for more than year! And that's when he started imagining his wedding with you, and he didn't even realised it untill Rui made him wake up from daydreaming just so he can tease Tsukasa about his blushing face...

But Tsukasa came to conclusion that classic wedding wouldn't suit a star like him! So at first he thinks of wedding at the stage but quickly realizes that it doesn't fit such a special occasion. So he later on decided that he would like his wedding to be anywhere that can be decorated and has a lot of lights! He want's this place to shine especially on his wedding. But he will be a little embarrassed about admiting to you that he already has plans for you wedding.

"Did I though about our wedding? We're still young hahah...! But... I do have couple of ideas..."

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hqmillioncorn · 18 days

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and go again.

hi diary it’s me! butter! today me and pancake went shopping and we ran into those adventures everyones talking about! i guess they stopped a monster! that's so cool! we didn't get to talk to them a lot because we needed to get home before mom and dad so we could bake them a cake but they seemed nice. oh, there was one who was kinda mean but maybe she was just having a bad day. or maybe it's because I tripped her and she fell :( I should apologize when I see her again. hopefully we meet again soon. (Excerpt from Butter Moontide's Diary)

Lalapril 4/9: Emotion with @windupnamazu's Butter, Pancake and Cinnamon.

even the most powerful of starsingers need a little rest after opening up a portal to another world for so long.

Good Morning Butter!

Or afternoon, or night! Depending on when you wake up from your little nap!

I have my suspicions I’m going to be a little busy with going out and explaining to whoever asks about what happened back there.

I made you and Pancake some cookies and sandwiches to eat together! Feel free to use my leftover ingredients to make some more if you wish to! I also left plenty of sliced fruits! Get lots of rest and remember that we all love you. We would do anything for the two of you. And Cinnamon too of course. As long as she watches the language.

-Love Lunya

Butter closed his diary, he really couldn’t believe just how many people knew about its existence at this point.

He could still remember when he had first decided to write down his thoughts on it so many years ago. It started as a way for him to write down the things he wanted to do that day, then before he knew it he was writing almost all of his thoughts and memories on it.

Thanks to it he could see what he had been doing the day that Pancake learned to skip rocks on water, the time Cinnamon got stuck on a tree and the day they all made the decision to move into the mansion with Lunya and the others.

Back then Butter had no idea it was going to be one of the most important decisions of his life.

Not only his life, but Pancake’s too. Even Cinnamon’s.

Butter looked at the note in his hand. It looked like Lunya had written it in a bit of a hurry. Despite that, she still managed to write down a message for him and Pancake. He knew that whatever his parents had done probably had important people in Gridania asking way too many questions about what really happened.

Questions that Lunya assured them she would take care of. Butter couldn’t thank her enough, for this and for everything she and Sirius had done for them. How would he ever thank them?

It was just one of the many things that Butter would have to deal with later.

Right now his problem, for lack of a better word, was that he was completely stuck.

Earlier he had decided to spend his morning with Babycorn in the room she was recovering in. He was worried about her and wanted to see how she was doing. Obviously Cherrypit was in the room already. He was sitting on Babycorn’s bed, coloring in a picture he had drawn. When he first walked in, Butter noticed that he was still talking to Babycorn like she was still awake. It didn’t look like Cherrypit had even noticed him coming in.

An armchair was already in the room so Butter decided to sit there for the time being. When he sat down Cherrypit finally noticed him, he gave Butter a wave with a red crayon in his hand then went back to drawing.

It wasn’t long before Pancake and Cinnamon joined Butter. By now Cherrypit had fallen fast asleep. It was early in the morning so it wasn’t a surprise. Pancake decided to grab an extra blanket and cover Cherrypit up. She even grabbed one for herself since it was a little chilly.

“When do you think Babycorns gonna wake up?” Pancake asked. She had decided to sit on the armrest of the chair. Even though Butter had offered her the seat.

“Not sure.”

“I hope it’s soon.”

It turned out that Cherrypit wasn’t the only one in the room that was tired. It didn’t take long until Butter, Pancake and Cinnamon had all fallen fast asleep.

…And then when Butter woke up he realized that he was in a very precarious position.

Pancake was hugging him tightly and Cinnamon was sleeping on top of his fluffy, spiky head.

But what was really weird was that his diary was on his lap, almost like someone had placed it there. Then when Butter read the purple note sticking out from the margins of his diary, everything fell into place.

Not only that but he noticed that there was a basket of cookies and sandwiches placed on the small table next to him. The cookies were all in the shape of various little flowers. They were all covered in different colored frosting.

Lunya must have known that frosted cookies were one of his and Pancake’s favorite.

‘I think Cinnamon taught me how to make this kind of cookie…?’ At one point it was all a baby Pancake would eat. It was hard to get her to eat anything else because of that. She would cry and cry and beg Butter for more of them that he would just eventually just give in and bake her some more. ‘I wonder if she remembers any of that?’ Butter tried to look up at Pancake but her head was still resting on his own.

He didn't dare move an ilm, at the risk of waking her up.

At some point Cinnamon had decided enough was enough and had warned Pancake that if she kept eating cookies she would turn into a cookie herself and that Butter would eat her.

Butter assured Pancake he would never do anything like that but after Pancake had cried her eyes out she promised that she would only treat cookies as a ‘sometimes’ food, as Cinnamon called it.

'I think Cinnamon only wanted more of the cookies to herself…’ Butter wouldn’t have put it past her. He only remembered being mad at Cinnamon back then for making Pancake cry, but in retrospect it was probably a good thing that she stopped Pancake from eating too many sweets.

Too much of a good thing can very quickly turn into a bad thing. Like a really bad tummy ache!

…But right now Butter really wanted to reach over and grab one of those cookies. They looked really yummy. Right now though, Pancake was grabbing onto him like someone would grab onto a big stuffed animal, which meant his hands were tied, so to speak.

Alongside the cookies was a basket of sandwiches. The sandwiches looked to be different types, Butter could see exactly one peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Pancake and Cinnamon would probably play a game to see which one of them got that one.

Butter sunk into the seat a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable. Hopefully it wasn’t too comfy, he didn’t actually want to fall asleep again.

There was nothing more he could do but wait for Pancake to wake up and then she would probably wake up Cinnamon right after. Until then Butter decided to re-read the note Lunya had left for them. There was some relief in his heart to know, really know, that he and Pancake were actually wanted by someone near and dear to them.

He had accepted it by now. Well sorta. A part of him was probably never going to really come to terms with it.

But Butter understood that what his parents decided to do ultimately had nothing to do with them. There was nothing that he or Pancake could have done to change their parents minds, he would know, he tried.

Cremia and Scotch had made their bed, so now they had to lie in it. Whatever happened next was up to his parents. None of it would have anything to do with them.

And that was that!

Butter sighed, he opened his diary again and flipped through the pages. He stumbled on the note that Babycorn had written for him when they left Old Sharlayan for the first time. There was something about the way she wrote to him despite not being confident about her own writing had made Butter’s heart flutter back then.

All of a sudden, Butter felt something land on his lap. “Ah?” He lifted up his diary to see what was up, only to be met with Cherrypit’s empty gaze. “Oh! G-Good morning Cherry!” When had he woken up? Butter hadn’t even noticed! It wouldn’t have even been the first time.

Cherrypit stared up at him and then at the diary Butter was holding. He slowly began to raise his red crayon in the air.

“Cherry. No.”

Cherrypit nodded, a playful smile crossing his face.

“...Okay fine, just one page.” There was no way Butter was strong enough to resist. He was still a little worried that Cherrypit would somehow be able to read all of the entries in his diary that were about fantasizing his perfect fairy-tale wedding with Babycorn. But, he had to keep reminding himself that Cherrypit was a baby and couldn’t read.

Butter watched as Cherrypit began to draw a picture in his diary. At first Butter had no idea what Cherrypit was drawing, It sort of looked like a spiky hedgehog to him at first. Then Cherrypit put his crayon down, turned the diary around and pointed right at him. He was so excited about what he made he couldn’t sit still.

Butter looked it over. He could tell instantly that Cherrypit had drawn him, a long sword in his hand and a star over his head. “Butts saved Bebe!” He smiled wide, “Thank you! Thank you!” Cherrypit hugged Butter as much as he could without stretching his arms out.

Babycorn always told him to go easy on the hugs around their friends, so that’s what he did!

Butter felt his eyes start to water. “T-Thanks Cherrypit!” he sniffled, “Lots of other people helped so remember to thank them t-too!”

Cherrypit gave him a thumbs-up. “You got it!” It sounded like he was imitating someone when he said that. He must have heard someone say it before and thought it sounded cool.

One thing was for sure, Butter was happy. Happier than he had been in weeks. Once his arms were free from Pancake’s grip he was going to make sure to write down all the most wonderful things he could in it. He needed to write more good memories with the people he loved to outweigh all the bad memories he had written regarding his parents.

Once everything had settled down he would take Pancake somewhere fun! They would bake cookies together, bake cakes, make whatever she wanted to make! Go wherever they wanted to go! All together!

Maybe he would even tell Babycorn how he felt about her…

While on a date! Maybe somewhere with tasty food!

Butter could still remember the last thing Babycorn had said to him that night.

‘I want to go home with you.'

Cinnamon scratched her head in frustration. “No faaiiiir! That was rigged! Rigged!!!!!” She slowly descended onto a bouquet of fresh flowers. They were soft enough for her to lean back and lie down on them.

Cinnamon figured she might as well since there was nothing better for her to do anyway. “I don’t think it's entirely fair for me to go after the baby in this game!” How was she supposed to know what the last letter in ‘Abbanagagabaowaabaeei’ was? Unfair is what it was!

Butter laughed, “Cinnamon I already told you! There’s no winning or losing in this game!” If there were, then Cherrypit would have been out of the game over an hour ago. He didn’t really understand that you were supposed to say a word that started with the same letter that the last word ended with.

Cinnamon pouted, “Then what’s the point of winning if there’s no rules! Don’t you think so Babycorn?”

Babycorn remained silent, her glowing eyes looking downward.

“...I really was hoping that would get her to say something.”

Cinnamon looked dejected. She wasn't the first to talk to Babycorn hoping for a response from her but a part of her hoped she would be the last to. “Whose turn was it next?” Cinnamon said in an attempt to change the subject.

Butter gave Cinnamon an understanding smile. He knew that she was just trying to help in her own way and even if it hadn’t worked, he knew it was a step in the right direction.

Maybe Babycorn had heard them.?

He hoped he did.

Pancake waved her hand in the air. “It’s my turn next!” She sang. She bounced Cherrypit on her lap, he laughed and mimicked her every move. Cherrypit raised his hand in the air and waved it around. When Pancake noticed Cherrypit staring towards his sister she tickled his cheek, just in case he was getting sad again.

“Don’t worry! She’s gonna wake up soon! I promise!”

Cherrypit let out a squeal. He grabbed Pancake’s hand and gently bit down on it. “Pnapapnabmapanww!” He mumbled.

“Cherrypit!” Pancake took her hand out of Cherrypit’s mouth and wiggled her finger back and forth. “Don’t do that! You don’t know where I’ve been!”

“Panka in here!” He moved his hands all over to show that he was talking about the room they’d been in all morning.

“That’s true…” Pancake forgot that Cherrypit was smarter than he looked. “Right! Okay here’s my word!” She closed her eyes, thinking long and hard over Cherrypit’s last word. Until she got it! “Eureka!” Her eyes twinkled with delight, “My word is Water!”

Cherrypit clapped and cheered, “Panka win! Yay! Panka! Wins!”

Cinnamon’s voice instantly rang out. “Aww what?! Home come Butter gets an easy word like water?! This is rigged I'm telling you!!”

Of course Pancake had no idea what Cinnamon was saying but from how red her glow was becoming it was clear she wasn’t very happy about something.

It was Butter’s turn now but he hadn’t been listening. Almost all of his attention was being drawn into looking to see if Babycorn was reacting to anything. Despite all the talking and laughing near her, Babycorn looked the same as she had yesterday and the day before.

Completely still.

Butter desperately hoped she would wake up soon. Babycorn would wake up and laugh just like she used to. Talk like she used to, eat every tasty snack like she used to, fill every room with light just like she used to.

Butter grabbed the edge of his coat and crumpled it up. He really just missed Babycorn. He wished with all of his heart that she would be okay.

“Butter? It’s your turn!”

Butter looked over to Pancake, he could tell she was a little worried. “It’s okay you don’t have to play if you don’t want to.” she assured him.

“No it’s okay! I was just thinking of a word!” He successfully lied. In his defense, Butter had been listening carefully to Pancake and Cherrypit’s conversation, so he knew exactly what word Pancake had said. Butter raised his hand to his chin in thought, “Hmm…Let’s see…” There were so many words he could choose from it was hard to just pick one.

“How about reunion?”

Pancake feigned a gasp, “Woah what a big word! I'm surprised you know it!” She looked down and moved Cherrypit’s arms forward and backwards. “Don’t you think so Cherry?”

“Big! Big!” He giggled.

Butter would have laughed along with him , but something stopped him.

The sound of a voice, repeating the same word he had just said.

He turned his head to look, and saw something that took his breath away.

Babycorn was awake.

Her eyes were wide open as she stood on top of the bed. Her legs were shaking as she tried to keep herself standing.

Nobody knew how to react. There was a sense of relief and happiness at seeing Babycorn move but it had happened so suddenly, No one was prepared for it.

No one, but Babycorn. A smile crossed her face, becoming wider and wider. She took in a shaky breath as tears pooled up at the corners of her eyes.

It was getting harder for her to keep her balance but Babycorn didn’t care. She took a step forward and tripped but before anyone could ask if she was okay, Babycorn jumped off the bed with her arms held out.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!”

It sounded like she was shouting in disbelief. Almost as if she couldn’t believe she had made it out alive.

Butter noticed in an instant.

Babycorn was speaking. Her voice no longer echoed inside his head.

As Babycorn fell towards the ground Butter felt his legs start to move.

He took a step forward, then another one and another. Before he knew it, he was holding his arms out ready to catch her. There was no way he was ever going to let anything happen to Babycorn as long as he could.

Time felt like it was slowing down to a crawl. Babycorn’s eyes met with Butter’s. Her eyes were shining with tears building up in her eyes. Her long hair was messy from her having spent so much time sleeping.

Her heart started beating faster and faster the closer she got to him. She reached out her hands towards him. ‘Catch me! Catch me and don’t let me go!’ Who had said that?

Butter caught her. He spun her around as he cried out in happiness. He set her down on solid ground and hugged her tightly. “Babycorn! I’m so glad…” He was desperate to tell Babycorn just how much he missed her, how happy he was to see her alive and well. But no words would come out.

All Butter could do was cry onto her shoulder.

Babycorn hugged him right back, not wanting to let him go.

There was something so nice about seeing Butter again. Even after everything that had happened he and Pancake still looked the same. They were here and Butter had actually missed her?

That meant that he wasn’t upset with her for what had happened to his parents. Babycorn couldn’t even imagine how much they had gone through.

There was also something about Butter that was making her entire face warm up and her eyes swirl. “H-Hi?! Butts?!” She was overjoyed to see him but why in the world was she feeling this way?!

Babycorn felt something land on her head. “Wah?” She looked up and saw Cherrypit staring right back at her. “Bebe! Bebe!” He was smiling wide, looking happier than he had looked in days.

He snuggled his face into his sister’s hair, repeating her name over and over. “No go again! No, no going!” He berated her. That was enough worrying for his big sister for once lifetime, thank you very much.

“I'll try my best…” Babycorn showed Butter an awkward smile.

He laughed, letting out a wet sniffle. Words were still failing him. He was overcome with emotions.

“What Butter means is that we’ll all do our best!” Pancake ran up to Babycorn and hugged her too. “That’s enough of being sad for me!! It’s tiring, I'll have you know!” Pancake was so happy, happy that everything was okay.

No one was hurt and everything was going to be okay! Her parents hadn’t taken everything away!

Babycorn took her hand and ruffled Pancake’s hair around. Something that had been much easier to do back when Pancake was younger.

Time just flew by…

Babycorn could still remember the day she first met them all. Who would have guessed that her tripping on her face into the dirt would one day lead to all of this?

Babycorn stood as tall as she could and whispered to Butter in a hushed tone. “I’m glad you didn’t go away…”

Butter smiled, whispering back. “Me too…”

Cinnamon flew over them in silence. Someone should probably let the others know that Babycorn was awake but Cinnamon figured that it was nice to let everyone here have a moment of quiet for now.

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Butter #Pancake #Cherrypit #Cinnamon #Babycorn #Lunya #buttercorn #aaaaaaaaaaand thats all three parts of this saga yipppppeeeeeee #i was going to write the fight initially but One) i cant write fight scenes #and Two) I dont know who would be fighting butters parents and i didnt just wanna blindly guess #but it all worked out i think yay :)#i was very nervous about this much and i rewrote the very last part like 5 times i think #the Go away reference babycorn says is from my first butter thing i wrote where babycorn tells him to go away #also yeah all three titles were connected #it was really hard not to talk about these ones

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My Top Posts in 2022:

First Love, Part II

Summary: Y/N is a senior prep, Nancy Wheeler’s best friend, and quite possibly Eddie’s first love ❤️

Read Part I here!

Word count: 756

Warnings: Fluff upon fluff, Dustin continuing to be the best wingman

A/N: This is part 2 of First Love! I hope you all enjoy it 🤗

“That’s how the game is played, my friends!” Eddie yelled as the party reached their victory. As they all laughed, high-fived, and rejoiced, Eddie savored the moment along with them, then caught a glimpse of his watch.

“Hey!” he called above them. “It’s almost ten, scram before your parents hate me more!”

After everyone helped pack up, they left to the parking lot. Mike scanned the lot for Nancy’s car, but couldn’t see it anywhere. He began gathering courage to ask Eddie for a ride when you popped out of the car, waving wildly.

“Hey! Mike! I’m filling in!” you yelled, and he and the other boys ran to you.

“Where’s Nancy?” Mike asked as he gave you a quick hug.

“Johnathan surprised her, so I volunteered to get you guys so they could spend some time together,” you explained, then hugged the rest of the boys.

“Hey, what’s are you?” Eddie said, shyly approaching you. “Wait, no, hey, what’s up, how are you? Gosh, Munson,” he scolded himself.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said warmly. “Johnathan’s visiting, so I’m picking up the boys for Nancy. I promise you I’m not stalking you or anything,” you blushed. Eddie smiled back at you, blushing too.

“No worries. It, uh, it was a good campaign,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Lots of… battles and stuff. And the cookies! The cookies were delicious,” he grinned. “You’re really sweet, I mean the cookies were sweet, but you’re sweet too, um.”

“You’re sweet too, Eddie,” you said touching his arm. He jumped a bit.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, drawing your arm away.

“No, no, it’s fine, I just… nevermind. Thanks, for calling me sweet.”

“Of course, and I’m glad you liked the cookies,” you replied kindly. “Did you have a favorite?”

“Well, I loved the lemon ones, but Wheeler did hog them after all,” Eddie shrugged, smiling crookedly. “I only had one.”

“Oh, well next time I bake some, I’ll bring you some just for you,” you proposed.

“Thanks,” Eddie said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Or maybe you can teach me how to make them.” He looked down, not meeting your eyes.

“You wanna come over tomorrow?”

“Wait, what?”

“I have time tomorrow if you wanna come over,” you smiled. “Only if you want to.”

“I-ha-I would love to,” Eddie blushed, now meeting your eyes.

“Does 2:30 work?”

“Definitely,” Eddie laughed in disbelief. “I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” you blushed. “Well, I guess I’ll seeya later, Eddie. Can I give you a hug?”

“Fire away,” Eddie chuckled, opening his arms.

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Cousin Buckley: Part 3

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and you’ve stolen the hearts of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson 🖤💜

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word count: 1201

A/N: I am having so much fun writing these, you guys! Thank you so much for all of the love, support, comments, reblogs, notes, follows, everything! It means so much, and I can’t wait to continue on with this series 🤗 I’m currently navigating the taglist, so I apologize for any problems!

“Welcome to Family Video!”

Robin opened the doors dramatically as you three stepped in. The previous workers wordlessly exited, thankful their shifts were over.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Buckley,” said one worker, a tall thin boy with a zombie-like look, “we had like, two customers all day.”

“I know, Martin, I know,” she said energetically. “But I always make it work, don’t I?”

“You do,” Martin replied flatly. “That’s why I never do my shifts with you. I need to spend my misery in peace.”

“Alright, Martin, that’s enough for today,” Steve smiled, ushering him out then turning to you. “Want a tour?”

You nodded excitedly as he placed his arm gently around your shoulder.

“So, we’ve got the main desk here, as you can see,” he gestured with his other arm. “To the left are kids movies, romances, comedies, then adventure and fantasy stuff. To the right is the more intense stuff, like horror and thrillers and big action movies, like the Terminator.”

“Smart divisions,” you said. “Was that your idea?”

“He wishes,” Robin snorted from the counter, then looked at Steve, panicking a bit. “He did organize the snacks though!” She quickly pointed at the display of snacks below the counter and you smiled.

“You guys need Nerds,” you remarked.

“I’ll make a note of it,” Steve smiled. “Okay, I’ll leave you to browse. Robin and I thought it would be fun to have a movie marathon night, so you’ve got your pick! Choose like three or four, but my only request is that one of them is Real Genius. I’ve been wanting to watch it for a while, but I haven’t had the time.”

“Same here!” you replied, smiling brightly. “I’ll grab that one for sure, and I also want to look for The Last Starfighter. I hear it’s really good.”

“Grab Sixteen Candles! Or Nightmare on Elm Street!” Robin called out.

“That’s quite the range,” you chuckled. “I’ll grab both.”

“Everything except Elm Street should be to your left,” Steve said. “Call out if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay, thanks Steve,” you smiled.

He moved his arm away and jumped over the counter, joining Robin. As you started your browsing, you looked back at the counter to see Steve glancing up at you. As you caught his eye, he blushed, looking down and smiling widely. Robin smirked a bit, then shook her head.

After looking around for a while, you found all of the movies and brought them up to the counter. Martin was right; not many people had stopped in to pick up a video, but you guessed it made sense for a Tuesday afternoon.

“Okay, I found everything we need for tonight,” you told Steve, handing him the movies. “How much is it?”

“Oh, you’re not paying,” Steve said with a chuckle.

“I have to, I’m a customer!” you gasped, then leaned closer, making Steve lean too. “I can’t steal.”

“I know,” Steve mimicked your tone. “What I mean is that I will rent them.”

“Oh,” you said. “Are you sure?” you looked at him hesitantly.

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Eddie is the type of boyfriend to stutter and freeze when you so much as hold his hand. Poor boy is touched starved and just loves being near you. He can’t think straight when you’re around.

If you surprise him with a flower that you picked on the way to meet him “just because it reminded me of you” his face warms with a light blush. He presses every flower you give him in a lil songbook he has dedicated to you.

It is time for soft, first relationship Eddie 😌

🌹Now a series!! Part II is here🌹

Is this... my call to action??? To write the fluffiest thing I've ever done so far (maybe except for Bunny Garden)??? 😍

✨First Love✨

(in which y/n is a senior prep and best friends with Nancy, and Eddie is head-over-heels in love with her) 785 words

“Hey, Eddie, hi everyone!” you said cheerily as you approached the Hellfire table at lunch.

Eddie looked up from his lunch to see you standing in front of him, a wide, sincere smile on your face. He blushed as you two met eyes, and as he went to smile, a little bit of chocolate milk came out of his mouth, causing him to hide his face in embarrassment.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” Mike asked, trying to draw attention away from a flustered Eddie.

“Well, I was up late baking cookies last night, and I called Nancy, and she said you all have a club meeting tonight? Hellfire, right?” you asked, pointing at their shirts.

“Yeah, why? You wanna join?” Gareth asked, snickering. Eddie, now recovered, kicked him in the leg.

“Well,” you said, looking from Gareth to Eddie, “I thought maybe you’d like some cookies for your meeting tonight,” you held out a tupperware. “I made some chocolate chip, some oatmeal cookies, and some lemon ones. If you’d like, I’d be really happy to share them with your club. And Mike can bring the tupperware home, I’m sleeping over with Nancy tomorrow anyway,” you smiled, bouncing on your heels.

“Um, sure, yeah, thank you, Y/N,” Eddie said, holding a shaky hand out to receive the cookies. His hand brushed yours slightly, making his blush return.

“I like your rings,” you said sweetly.

“Oh, um, thanks.” Eddie was completely red at this point.

“Well, have fun, and let me know what everyone thinks of the cookies! Mike, don’t hog all the lemon ones! Oh, and good luck with ‘The Cult of Vecna’,” you said in a scary voice.

Eddie’s heart soared when he heard you talk about Hellfire, as if Nancy Wheeler’s best friend would ever be interested in something like that. He knew you were always nice, but he convinced himself that you were just cordial for the sake of Mike. He secretly dreamt that he was the reason you were so nice, that maybe you wanted to be friends… or even more.

“Ha, nice memory, Y/N!” Dustin cheered, snapping Eddie out of his trance.

“You can come by if you want,” Eddie said quickly, then instantly regretted it. He felt his ears get hot and his hands start to shake again, this time along with his breath. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“I-I mean, you could, but I know you probably have better things to do--”

“No, I don’t!” you exclaimed. “I just didn’t think I could go to Hellfire! Isn’t it exclusive? I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything like that, D&D seems so special and precious to you guys, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that, and gosh, now I’m rambling, but yes, I would love to stop by if you all would be willing to have me.”

“Eddie might, but I’m not,” Jeff spat. “It is exclusive. A prep like you can’t just waltz in and--”

“Hey, come on, she’s cool!” Mike argued.

“Yeah, and besides, you’re not the leader, Eddie is! He invited her so she can come,” Lucas added.

“It’s okay, I don’t want to cause any trouble,” you said sadly. “I’ll just ask you guys how it went on Monday. Thank you for the invitation though, Eddie.”

As you left to turn around, Eddie glared at Jeff angrily. He was still blushing intensely, but it could easily be disguised as fury. You looked back, wringing your hands, then went to your table to grab something. As you walked back to the boys, the same look of shock reappeared on their faces. You stood there, shuffling your feet as you let out a breathy giggle.

“I don’t know if I can wait until Monday,” you chuckled, then nervously held out a piece of paper. “This is my number, Eddie. Maybe you can call me after and tell me the details?”

Eddie’s mouth hung open as he stared at you in disbelief. Frozen, Eddie tried to speak, but nothing worked. Dustin sighed loudly, took your number, then placed it in Eddie’s hand. As Eddie closed it, a goofy smile broke across his face. You blushed and smiled brightly as you saw his happy face.

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Cousin Buckley: Part 2

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and you’ve stolen the hearts of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson <3