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Chapter One: Welcome to Hawkins

Summary: It’s your senior year at Hawkins High in November 1984, and you can’t help but think about all of the missed opportunities you’ve had to get to know Eddie Munson over the years. (6.5k words)

Author Note: This is mainly a Fem!reader x Eddie Munson fanfic that will have many parts, but (spoiler alert!) this one’s also for those of us that can’t choose between Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington... The series will also include the reader’s relationships to some of the other characters in-depth (Max Mayfield features heavily at the end of this one. The reader has a Dustin/Steve-esque friendship with her). I’ll be following the timeline of Stranger Things canon as closely as possible, starting with season 2 and going beyond season 4. I cannot stress this enough, this is going to be a literal novel. Like, 200 pages at least that I have already written. (Really proud of this, not gonna lie. I put my heart and soul into it. Literally did nothing but write this series for the past two months and I don’t care that no one is gonna read it lmao.)

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and racism from Billy (this is a Billy hate fic sorry not sorry, he is the worst). The reader has quite a few specific attributes mentioned about her life, but none really about her appearance. She’s an outcast and socially awkward and has controlling parents. Mild bullying. Reader used to be friends with Tommy and Carol when they were kids (YUCK).

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November 2nd, 1984

Eddie Munson was difficult not to notice.

The first time you saw him was your first day of your freshman year in 1981. You were sitting alone in the cafeteria listening to music on your Walkman when a blur of motion captured your attention out of the corner of your eye. It was Eddie, going on a first of many tirades you would witness, putting on a show. Most of the people in the room didn’t seem to notice or care, but you couldn’t stop staring.

Who did this kid think he was? Why didn’t he care what people thought of him? What was he even speaking so passionately about?

You lowered your headphones to listen.

“There is no way that The Empire Strikes Back is better than A New Hope. No. Way.”

He was standing up, slamming his fists on the table as he argued with his friends. You agreed with him, but you didn’t understand why this was something to get so riled up about.

You listened to him and his friends go back and forth as you sipped your milk through a straw. Then his eyes shifted over towards you and the milk almost came out of your nose as you choked and scrambled to pretend that you hadn’t been eavesdropping. You set your drink down and looked out the window, but you couldn’t help turning your gaze back to him to see if you had successfully fooled him. You hadn’t. His eyes were still on you, and a smirk appeared on his face. Then he winked and you could feel your face begin to burn. Without thinking, you put your headphones back on, gathered up your things, and got up to leave.

The last thing you wanted to do on your first day of high school was draw attention to yourself. Middle school had been miserable, and you were determined to make it through the next four years unscathed. Whoever this kid was, he seemed kinda like trouble, and trouble was not something you needed more of.

Although you tried your best not to, you kept your eye on him for the rest of the school year. He was entertaining to watch, and something about him intrigued you. He seemed to be the complete opposite of you. He didn’t give a shit what anybody thought of him and you admired him for it, no matter how ridiculously he acted.

You learned his name when he was in one of your classes during your sophomore year. It turned out that he was a grade above you, but had failed most of his classes. The more you noticed him, the more evident the reasons he was failing became. He was disruptive. He didn’t even try to pay attention. Sometimes, he even took a nap in the back of the room.

One day, he sat beside you as he sketched in his notebook. He was focusing so hard, a pen in his mouth as he was shading. Sketching was something you enjoyed, too, and for some reason seeing that you had this in common gave you butterflies. You tried to nonchalantly stretch your neck to get a better look, and discovered that he was actually spelling something out in big, sharp letters: CORRODED COFFIN. You raised an eyebrow, curious about what it could mean. Then you snapped out of it when he shuffled some papers around to cover it up. You looked at him before you could stop yourself, and he was staring right back at you with a bashful look on his face.

“Just brainstorming,” He explained with a shrug. “Band stuff.”

You gave him a weak smile, feeling ashamed for being so nosy, and returned your eyes to the front of the classroom again. If you weren’t so shy and embarrassed, you probably would have said something. You would have apologized for snooping, or told him what a great band name you thought that was. But instead you slumped back into your seat and pretended to listen to your teacher.

Later that year after you turned sixteen, you got a job at Melvald’s General Store. During one of your first shifts, you were sketching absentmindedly in your notebook when the store quieted down a little. The familiar sound of the bell over the door chimed away and you barely gave it any thought, but still looked up and said your usual greeting. You did a double take when you saw Eddie standing at the front of the store, his hand shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He was with someone you didn’t recognize, someone older. You had overheard once that his parents weren’t in the picture anymore. You wondered if he was his uncle. The man smiled and said hello to you as he picked up a basket, and Eddie stared back at you.

You tried not to watch them as they collected their groceries, busying yourself with your doodles, but you couldn’t help looking up every now and then. You prayed that from their perspective, it just seemed like you were doing your job and keeping an eye on all the customers.

“Hold this, please” you heard his uncle say as he pushed the basket into Eddie’s arms. You looked up and made eye contact with him as he nearly fumbled it and gave you a sheepish smile. You smiled back, stifling a giggle, and quickly went back to drawing. Had he been watching you, too?

When they came over to check out, you went over your usual ‘did you find everything okay?’ speech and rang them up. His uncle asked you for a pack of Camel cigarettes, and Eddie perked up at this.

“Make it two,” he chimed in with a smirk, and you both raised an eyebrow at him.

“In your dreams, kid,” his uncle scoffed, then turned back to you. “Just the one, please.”

Eddie scowled at him and looked at you for help. You shrugged and smirked back. He wouldn’t get any sympathy from you. You were on his uncle’s side. Smoking was not a hobby you were keen on, even if the idea of him smoking a cigarette sort of gave you butterflies.

After they left, you felt equal parts relieved and empty. You went back to drawing and figured that would be the end of the day’s excitement, but a few minutes later, the bell rang again more frantically and Eddie was standing in front of you before you even had a chance to register it.

“One pack of Camels, please,” he muttered, clearly out of breath.

You stared at him, bewildered, and didn’t move.

“Please hurry,” he urged, frustrated by your hesitation. “My uncle is next door at the pharmacy and I may have lied and said you miscounted our change. Sorry about that, by the way.”

You raised an eyebrow and turned to grab another pack of cigarettes, then slid it across the counter towards him as he eyed the door nervously. He studied your lack of an expression as you waited for him to fish change out of his jacket pockets.

“You disapprove?” He asked.

“Just not a big fan of lung cancer,” You teased. He wasn’t expecting that response, and grinned at your repartee as he handed over his money.

“Okay, sure. But, how cool would they make me look, though?”

It was like he could read your thoughts. You didn’t reply to this, but he could probably guess your answer by the red flush that was painted on your cheeks. He put the pack of cigarettes in his pocket and patted it, then gave you a smirk.

“Can I trust you to keep this our little secret?”

“Sure, Eddie,” You snorted. “You can trust me.”

He seemed pleasantly surprised that you knew his name. Maybe even flustered. He was peeking up at you through his mop of hair shyly.

“Thanks. I owe you one. See you around.”

He turned to leave and took one last look at you before disappearing through the door. You watched him reunite with his uncle, who was grinning at him and reached up to mess with his hair. Eddie wrinkled his nose and pushed him away so he could fix it. You smiled to yourself as you wondered what he was teasing him about.

This interaction was enough to keep you hooked for another year.

The first time you realized your feelings for Eddie were more intense than you initially realized was during your junior year.

When you came back from summer break and saw him again in the cafeteria, you began to notice things about his appearance that you hadn’t before. He had let his hair grow longer, and you thought you saw the dark outlines of new tattoos on his arms. You had the sudden urge to go over and study them. You wanted to run your fingers over them, to know why he got them and what they meant to him. Your face burned red with shame at these thoughts. There was no way you could let yourself fall for him. You learned early on in your life that nothing good could ever come from those kinds of feelings. Only shame and heartache.

Later that year, he was pinning a flyer to the bulletin board near your locker. You recognized the name printed on it. It was the same big, bold letters he had sketched into his notebook a year prior: Corroded Coffin. You smiled a little as you realized that he had the courage to make his dreams a reality. Even though you had no right, you couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of him for it. He caught you looking once again, and smiled back at you.

You let your eyes linger on his face before you turned back to your locker to pull out a textbook. This time, he didn’t let it slide. He leaned against the wall, facing you, and crossed his arms.

“You should come, if you want to,” He said.

“Wh-what?” You asked in shock, nearly fumbling your books.

He nodded towards the flyer.

“To see my band. We’re not very good, but it could be fun.”

You stared back at him, your brain screaming at you to say something, but the words didn’t come. You were too busy noticing how big and dark brown his eyes were for the first time.

He shook his head as if he felt stupid for offering, but handed you a flyer anyways.

“Here. Just in case. You can totally tear it up and throw it out if you want. Just do me a favor and wait until I turn my back?”

He chuckled at himself. You still didn’t know what to say.

Did you want to go? Absolutely, yes. Would you go? No. Never.

First of all, the idea of showing up at The Hideout by yourself made your stomach churn. What would you even do alone at a bar? Secondly - and most importantly - your parents would never let you go in a million years and you were too bad at hiding things from them to sneak out. It was an impossible dream, but you didn’t want him to know it.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you gawped at him. Eventually, he gave up on waiting for you to say something and gave a little wave before he strode away. You watched him go, hating yourself for missing yet another opportunity to get to know him.

When another year ended without you gathering up the courage to speak to Eddie, you thought that you had missed your chance for good. He was due to graduate, and Hawkins would probably be in his rearview mirror the second after he walked across the stage. He was too good for this town, and you knew it. You were devastated. But you were pleasantly surprised when you saw his familiar mop of curls at his usual table in the cafeteria on your first day of your senior year in 1984. You silently thanked god for his academic failings. You felt a little guilty for being so happy about it, but couldn’t help yourself.

After Halloween, you were at your locker getting your books when you saw Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins approaching you. Your breath caught in your throat. Any time they locked eyes on you, you knew a painful interaction was about to ensue. No matter how hard you tried to keep your head down, they still managed to find you.

Once upon a time, the three of you had been friends. Your parents ran in the same circle and you had spent many weekends at each others’ houses. But in middle school, they realized that your meekness and occasional awkwardness was a major flaw and began to tear you down for it, just because they knew they could. That’s when you decided that having friends probably wasn’t worth the trouble.

“Hey, Y/N… Didn’t see you at Tina’s party. Were you too busy handing out candy with your mommy and daddy?” Carol sneered.

You pretended not to notice or care that they were speaking to you as you slammed your locker shut. They knew that your parents had always been controlling and overbearing, that you spent more time with them than anyone else whether you liked it or not, and enjoyed using this against you.

“Nah. Pretty sure she just wasn’t invited,” Tommy added.

“What makes you think I would have wanted to go anyways?” You snapped. Your eyes widened. Defending yourself was out of character for you.

“So you admit you weren’t invited? Ouch,” He said with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and tried to push past them, but they weren’t ready to give up.

“It’s too bad. I heard Steve was saving a dance for you,” Carol said, cocking her head to the side as she feigned sympathy for you.

You wanted to ask them how they would even know this since you heard that Steve had finally come to his senses and dropped them last year after he began dating Nancy Wheeler, but thought better of it.

This was their second favorite bit of material to use against you. While you and Carol were still friends, you shared who the two of you had crushes on at a sleepover. She admitted that she had a crush on Tommy, and lucky for her, it worked out. But you had a crush on Steve Harrington. He was part of your friend group, too, and at the time she had nothing but kind things to say about it. But soon it turned into a cruel joke. It had been a long time since you had feelings for Steve, but for some reason the idea of the two of you together was so hilarious to them that they just couldn’t let it go. It didn’t matter if it was true anymore or not. You were still ashamed about it, and they knew it. You were just glad Steve wouldn’t be around to hear about it anymore.

“Aren’t we a little too old for this, guys?” You asked. It was a genuine, pleading question.

“That’s rich coming from you, Virgin Mary,” Carol scoffed.

Your complete lack of romantic experience was always her most reliable comeback. Tommy laughed and wrapped an arm around her proudly.

“Aren’t you the one who likes to hang out with little kids? That’s pretty weird, even for you.”

He was talking about Will Byers and Max Mayfield.

Ever since you had gotten a job at Melvald’s, Joyce Byers had been a confidant for you, and you did her the occasional favor of watching Will when she and Jonathan were both busy. After everything that had happened with his disappearance and the bizarre faking of his death, there was no question why she had trouble leaving him on his own. You were more than happy to help out. Besides, he was a sweet kid, and you had more in common with him than most people your age. You were a lot like him when you were his age. He was quiet and an outcast like you, and you had an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Mostly, you enjoyed sharing your drawings with each other.

Max, on the other hand, was new to town, and her brother, Billy, had recruited you to be her caretaker earlier that week. He had quickly taken stock of the social hierarchies of the school and made nice with Tommy and Carol, and consequently learned that you were an easy target. He also found out all about your desire to distance yourself from your parents, and knew that you had been trying to save up a little nest egg for when you graduated. Your parents had no idea that you weren’t planning to go to college, that your biggest dream was to leave town and try to make it as an artist. College meant four more years of misery and a degree that you didn’t want or need. Sure, your parents would pay for it, but only if you majored in something that they would approve of. Only if they could still control you. You couldn’t have that.

So, yeah, you agreed to look after Max for some extra cash, and you actually had a decent time hanging out with her. She was everything you wished you could have been at her age. Strong, confident, witty. She was cool. You were five years older than her, and still somehow completely intimidated by her. But she seemed to enjoy your company, too. She even let you borrow a couple of her comic books.

It didn’t take you long to recognize that familiar game of control in Max and Billy’s relationship, but at a much more sinister level. You couldn’t let him abuse Max the way he did. You decided not to accept Billy’s money, and made it a personal mission to be around for Max whenever she might need you. It was the very least you could do for her. The day before, Billy abandoned her after school and you offered her a ride home and let her know that you would be more than happy to be her chauffeur anytime. You didn’t want to make more trouble for her, but you also couldn’t stand the idea of her having to rely on Billy like that. You knew she could handle him. She had been handling him most of her life. But you wanted her to know that she didn’t have to be alone in it anymore.

You saw a lot of yourself in Max, but the most distinct difference was her bravery and ferocity. You were planning to run away from your problems, but she had been facing hers head-on her entire life. Somehow, she was able to take all of the shit she had been given in her life and used it to harden herself instead of letting it break her. It was devastating to recognize, but admirable all the same. If it were you in her shoes, you were certain that you would have crumbled.

You blinked at Tommy, unsure how to respond. Then you realized you wouldn’t have to when a voice spoke up behind you.

“Hey, needle-dick!”

You turned around to see none other than Eddie Munson, his arms crossed and a shit-eating smirk on his face. Your mouth hung open at the sight of him.

“You talking to me, freak?” Tommy scoffed back at him.

“Yeah. Don’t see anybody else that fits that description in this general vicinity. Do you? Do you, Carol? You would know.”

Carol rolled her eyes and Tommy removed his arm from her shoulders to lurch forward towards Eddie. He was less than an inch from his face, but Eddie looked completely unfazed by it. Amused, even.

“You better watch your fucking mouth, Munson. You looking to get your ass kicked or something?”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see why you would waste your energy trying to tear down some sweet, unsuspecting girl when you’ve got this treasure trove of good material standing right in front of you. I’m actually kind of offended that you overlooked me.”

Tommy chortled at this, equal parts amused and aggravated by this response. He was pissed that he wasn’t able to scare Eddie the way he could other people, but was enjoying the challenge.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” He sneered, and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket to slam him up against the row of lockers.

You yelped in horror, but Eddie remained inhumanly cool. He bursted out laughing as Tommy tried to stare him down.

“You’re cute,” Eddie mocked him and made a kissy face at him, which immediately made Tommy draw his fist back in preparation to hit him. You jolted forward and pleaded for him to stop at the exact same moment that Principal Higgins appeared from behind the growing audience of students.

“Boys! Break it up, now!”

Tommy immediately released his grip from Eddie’s jacket and took a step away from him. The only thing he was afraid of was authority. Eddie, on the other hand, only rolled his eyes in response.

“Munson, how many times have we had this conversation? Why do you insist on seeking out trouble?”

“Guess I just can’t help myself,” He said with a shrug.

“My office. Now,” Principal Higgins responded with a disappointed shake of his head, pointing towards his office door.

Eddie didn’t try to argue with this even though it was complete bullshit. He just slung his bag over his shoulder and gave you a proud smirk before he walked away from you. Tommy and Carol glared at you as they linked arms and headed in the opposite direction. The crowd began to disperse, but you were still standing in front of your locker in shock, staring into space.

Did that really just happen?

You had been observing Eddie long enough to know that he also struggled with the occasional cruel comments from classmates. It was another one of the reasons you felt a ridiculous connection to him. The fact that he would willingly throw himself into the line of fire for you was something you certainly did not take lightly. It meant the world to you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to speak to him, for real this time.

Did you really have anything to lose? Soon, high school would be over. You had spent the past three years hiding from everyone, trying to get by without making a sound. Without doing much of anything besides sitting in your room alone. The very least you could do was open your mouth to let Eddie know how much his act of kindness meant to you.

At the end of the day, you paced back in forth by Eddie’s van in the parking lot as you waited for him. You bit your nails and went over the speech you prepared for him in your head. Then you heard a familiar laugh approaching you and snapped your head up towards the sound. It was Eddie walking with some of his friends.

His eyes locked on yours as he said goodbye to them, then he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and stuck one between his lips as he approached you.

You smiled as warmly as you could at him even though you felt like throwing up.

“Hi,” You said meekly.

He grinned at this, showing all of his teeth as he lit the cigarette between them.

“Hi,” He repeated. “Y/N, right?”

You nodded as you watched him take a drag and turn his head away from you to let the smoke billow out of his mouth. He didn’t take his eyes off of you for even a second.

“Did you need something?” He asked.

This kind of question would have normally shut you down, but he said it with so much kindness in his tone that it soothed you instead.

“I… I wanted to thank you. For what you did earlier today. You really didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged and kicked a broken bit of pavement with the toe of his sneaker.

“I just don’t like when someone goes out of their way to be an asshole to people who don’t deserve it.”

Your cheeks flushed. How did he know that you didn’t deserve it? You had barely uttered more than a single sentence to him. For all he knew, you could be an asshole, too.

“Well, it really meant a lot to me. So, thank you.”

“It’s no big deal. You could have handled him yourself. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Did… did you get in a lot of trouble?”

“No more than usual,” He chuckled, but this admission made you wince.

“I’m so sorry. It’s not fair that you took all of the heat for it.”

“Really, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad. I’m used to it. Besides, I owed you. Remember?”

He flicked his cigarette then held it up to help jog your memory. You had almost forgotten about your exchange at the general store nearly two years ago. You were stunned that he even remembered.

He returned the cigarette to his lips as you searched your brain for something more to say to him. You were coming up empty.

“Okay. Well, thank you again. I’ll let you go,” You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself as you began to walk away.

“Wait,” He called to you and put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. Your eyes widened at his touch and he pulled it away quickly. He exhaled loudly and threw his cigarette to the ground to stomp it out, then rubbed his lower lip with his thumb as he tried to choose his words carefully.

“Look, I know this is probably a long shot, but I have this thing tonight. We call ourselves The Hellfire Club. We play, uh… D&D. You ever heard of it?” He squinted like it was painful to admit this to you, and awaited your response.

“Sure. The kid I watch sometimes, Will Byers, plays it with his friends. He explained it a little to me. Sounds kind of fun.”

He let out a breath so deep that you could see it in his chest. He was fully expecting you to make fun of him, and was relieved when you didn’t.

“Awesome. Great. Well, we’re always looking for new members. So, if you wanted to come hang out tonight, that would be cool. I mean, it’s fine if you can’t. I know it’s last minute.”

“I’d love to,” You replied so quickly that it surprised yourself as well as him.

“Okay. Cool. We meet in the drama prop room - super fancy, I know. We usually start at eight.”

“Sounds good. Thank you for the invite.”

Your pulse was buzzing loudly in your ears as your heart raced, but you were trying to stay as visibly calm and collected as humanly possible. He was looking straight at you now, eyeing you up and down unabashedly, and you wanted to melt into the pavement.

“See you there,” He said with a grin and turned on his heel to get into his van. You waved at him lamely and watched him drive away as your stomach churned with instant regret. You hadn’t really thought through the consequences of agreeing to go.

What if the other members of the club wouldn’t want you there? What if you couldn’t figure out how to play and everyone got annoyed with you? What would you tell your parents you were doing instead?

When you brought D&D up to your mother one night after you had hung out with Will, she was horrified. She knew you had a penchant for fairy tales and make believe, especially as a kid, and was constantly worried that if she let you delve into those fantasies that you would lose your ability to function in the real world. Maybe she was right, but her incessant pushing for you to choose practical goals and hobbies didn’t stop you from falling into your daydreams. If anything, it probably pushed you towards them more as an escape.

All you would have to do is tell your mother that you would be at some sporting event. Was it basketball season? No. It was football season. You would tell her you would be at a football game. She would buy that, right?

You let out a deep breath as you continued to reassure yourself that everything would be okay.

Eddie Munson had asked you, specifically, to come hang out with him on a Friday night after all of these years. Maybe it wasn’t too late to get to know him, after all.

Surely, that was cause for celebration.

Later that evening, just before dinnertime, you got a phone call from Max. As soon as she started speaking, you could tell that something was wrong.

“Max? What happened?” You asked her, panicked. You could hear her breathing getting shallower as she was trying to fight back tears.

“Can you just come get me? Please?”

You agreed right away and told your parents that you were going to the football game like you had planned, but that you were leaving a little earlier so you could find good seats and have time to get concessions. You were impressed by how easily you could lie in a crisis. They bought it and handed you the keys to their car.

Why they would believe that you of all people would go to a football game by yourself, you would never know. Maybe because they were hoping that you were finally fitting in with your peers the way they wished you would. Whatever it was, you were grateful for the miracle.

As soon as you pulled up to Max’s house, she was already swinging open her front door and marching towards your car.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you watched her get in and buckle her seatbelt.

“Just drive,” She muttered.

“Where do you want me to-”

“Doesn’t matter. Just anywhere but here.”

You didn’t push any further. You just put the car in reverse and backed out of her driveway, heading nowhere in particular.

Since you hadn’t eaten dinner, you eventually decided to pull into McDonald’s and get the two of you a couple of Big Macs and fries to share. Max must have been hungry, too, because she didn’t object to this. You pulled into a parking spot and reached into the bag to hand one of them to her. She took it and immediately started eating.

You watched her for a moment and then decided to try to talk to her again.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or are we just going to eat here in silence until I take you home again? Because if so, that’s fine, but I would still like to know.”

She finished her last bite and crumpled up the wrapper in her fist.

“It’s just school. It sucks. And Billy’s a total asshole,” She mumbled as she chewed.

“Right. I’m sorry. Did something specific happen though? You sounded pretty upset on the phone.”

She swallowed and averted her eyes from you.

“He said something really awful to me. About my friend, Lucas.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me to stay away from him. He said, ‘Max, there are certain types of people you stay away from, and that kid is one of them.’”

You were stunned. You were aware that Billy was a piece of shit, but you didn’t know that he was also a racist piece of shit. You knew who Lucas Sinclair was, and he was one of the sweetest, kindest kids you had ever met. There was no other reason why Billy would make Max stay away from him. Your stomach churned.

“Jesus Christ,” Was all you could bring yourself to say.

“He threatened me, too. Grabbed my wrist really hard. It just freaked me out, I guess.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You had never hated somebody more than you hated Billy Hargrove.

“Of course it did. I’m so sorry, Max. Maybe I could talk to your mom? Let her know how bad it really is?”

“My mom knows how he is. How he treats me. She doesn’t give a shit. His asshole dad is the exact same. She just lets him push her around, and Billy, too.”

You shook your head.

“Well, if there’s anything I can do at all, please let me know.”

“You can pass me the fries.”

You smiled and happily handed them over. You felt so powerless. If you could have kicked Billy’s ass, you would have gladly driven over to her house and did it right then and there. But you hoped that giving her a safe space to vent was helpful, too. It was all you could really offer her. Well, that, and comfort food.

“What about school? What happened there? Maybe I could help you with that.”

“I don’t think so. It’s just these boys I’ve been hanging out with. They treat me like shit. One second they want me in their party and the next they’re keeping secrets from me.”

“Their ‘party?’” You asked with an eyebrow raised. “Are you talking about Will Byers and his friends?”

“Yeah. Will, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin. They keep talking about this girl El and all of this mysterious shit that happened to Will. But they won’t actually let me in on any of it.”

“El? Who’s El?”

“I don’t know. But they had a meeting at school today and Mike wouldn’t even let me join. Dustin found this weird slug-thing and ever since they’ve been acting so weird. I’m so over it.”

Okay… So maybe you couldn’t help her with her school problems, either. All of that sounded pretty complicated and odd to you, but you did have a little bit of insight on what happened to Will. Not the whole story, obviously, but bits and pieces you had picked up from Joyce and Jonathan.

“Well, do you know anything about what happened to Will?” You asked.

“Yeah, kind of. Lucas told me he went missing and they thought he was dead. That some other kid drowned at the quarry and the police thought it was Will. He told me not to ask Will about it, though, because he’s having a hard time dealing with it.”

That last part was true. Will had pretty much stopped talking to you whenever you went over to watch him. The light he had inside of him seemed to have gone out. He didn’t want to share his drawings with you or talk about D&D or his friends. All he wanted to do was sit alone in his room. But you supposed this was an expected response after going through something so traumatic. You sighed.

“Maybe they’re all just trying to help him out and keep his business private. I know it’s not fun being on the outside, believe me, but sometimes people just need their space to deal with things. I’m sure they do want to be your friend, they just don’t know how much to tell you yet.”

“How much to tell me? So you think there’s more we don’t know?”

You blew a puff of air out of your lips. You hadn’t intended to peak her interest more. You had heard some pretty bizarre things from Joyce at the store and in her home, but you weren’t sure you should give any of that information out.

“I don’t know, Max. Maybe. It was a pretty wild ordeal. Lots of stuff about it didn’t make sense. I mean, I’ve never even heard about whoever this El person is before now.”

“What didn’t make sense?”

“Max, I really don’t think this is any of our business…”

“Come on. If you know something, you have to tell me. You said you wanted to help me. This is how you can help me.”

You rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath, full of regret for opening your mouth. But she was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, silently begging to be let in on whatever secrets you knew, desperate for any scrap you could give her. At least this would serve as a distraction from her problems at home, right? How much could it really hurt?

“Okay, okay, fine. All I know is that the other kid that supposedly drowned was… completely made up somehow. There’s a laboratory on the edge of town, government-owned, that had something to do with it. They’re covering something up.”

Her mouth fell open in awe. She was clearly excited by this new bit of information, but it had always disturbed you since the moment you overheard Joyce talking to Chief Hopper about it. Max opened her mouth to pepper you with questions, but you put your hand up and tried your best to beat her to it.

“I don’t know why they did it, and I don’t want to know, okay? You’ll have to figure that out yourself if you’re really that interested. But do NOT, bring it up to Will, alright? Or Mike either, for that matter. They don’t need to worry about it right now. Promise me?”

She pressed her lips shut and nodded in agreement.

“Okay. I promise.”

You snatched a fry from her and chewed it as you stared out the windshield and she processed this new information. Then she looked at you out of the corner of her eyes.

“Wait, you’re not messing with me, are you?”

You thought about lying and telling her that it was actually a prank to spare her, but decided against it. She would probably find out the truth eventually, anyways, if she really was friends with the boys.

“No. I wish I was, but no.”

“Shit,” She muttered, shaking her head with a giant smile on her face. Her grin looked out of place next to your weary scowl.

“Yeah. ‘Shit’ is right. Welcome to Hawkins.”

After a couple of hours, you dropped Max back off at her house. You stayed parked on the street for a while to make sure she was safe, then pulled away when the house remained quiet.

It wasn’t until you were on your way home that you let yourself remember your plans to join The Hellfire Club that night. There was no question in your mind that agreeing to be there for Max was the correct choice, but a pit of anxiety and devastation grew in your stomach nonetheless. Hopefully, you would be able to gather the courage to explain the situation to Eddie on Monday and he would understand, but you couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that you had blown your final chance with him. To be continued...

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borreloadsavagedragon · 1 year

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Give Kaito essay (for the character meme)

Oh god, I’ll read more this because it’s gonna be a journey and that's also why it took so long gjdaslgk-

And the standard zexal and arc v spoilers warning message-

1. how long have i known about them A LONG time though it didn’t get to like he’s my whole world status until pandemic era-- MalindaChan did her cosplay for him back when I was still a certified Yugiboomer who entertained GX and 5DS because "lol abridged series jokes" and that’s when I first remember seeing his design? I tried watching Zexal briefly when it was actively airing but just couldn’t get far bc Boomer Brain ™, but I remember him being cool but the "Kaiba-likeness but not being Kaiba" Yugiboomer wall couldn't be overcome right away, I had to train my skills Then 2020 happened, I watched Vrains to understand Link Summoning, got SUCKED into it, and was like wow past me was dumb, ALL of the spinoffs are GREAT Zexal reached a hand back out to me when I was kinda struggling with the Vrains community and I'd decided to start writing more spinoff muses with some mutual friends and that's also when I realized I’d be subconsciously collecting Galaxy and Photon monsters since they’re pretty + space themed but also because they were inside of ALL of the Kaiba support sets(because DUH) so it was like,,, well, let’s try that again

Now I’m In Hell And It’s All His Fault Do you think I ENJOY playing Photon competitively? Well yes, but also NO. It means learning new decks is HARD because I can't look at dragons and knights in SPACE.

2. whether or not they’ve ever made me cry Moon duel? W,, what Moon duel,,, I don’t,,, remember any space dueling, ahaha, isn’t that another yugioh, the rush of the go,,,,,,, In all serious though, yes lmao The duel against Zexal when he tells you his reasoning for why he’s the Number Hunter and he looks so broken, that got a solid few tears The flashback of him trying to break Haruto out of the city got some tears The duel with Chris is also really good show of his character at the root, the thing that gets him back to his feet is the moment Chris even considers Haruto as part of his suffering, g o d The moon duel of course. That’s. That one was brutal. Yeah.

3. whether or not i have any merchandise/objects with them uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

There’s a wall scroll behind my work desk that sneaks into my Zoom calls, there’s a canvas print he’s on that sits at my work desk, my ita bag has a handful of charms, pins, and buttons for him(still hunting for artists who draw him with merch wink wink)

I guess my Photon tcg deck counts? The tcg is just one big merch machine if you squint enough-

My Book of Moon themed binder is literally just all of my collector Photon and Galaxy/references to Kaito cards + a small page for Miza since Tachyon is a Galaxy Eyes

Do cosplays count? Because I’ve got all but his space suit basically done + his duel disk

4. what about their personality i like How seriously he takes himself despite literally everything else about his character

He’s often off to the side with his arms crossed, pouting or frowning, having the cool guy edge lord behavior But also he’s screaming in the rain, jumping through a window on a kite glider he made himself that also doubles as his robo-butler, flying to the whole ass moon because a rock told him to, and beefing 14 yr olds, he’s just a legend

I also love that he's like... very clear about himself and on how you should treat him. He straight up says he's going to hell for what he's done and just continues to be there because that's how he'll atone because atonement isn't forgiveness, like he's not ours to forgive. Love him so much.

5. what about their backstory makes me emotional Honestly, most of it

Watching Kaito slowly lose his autonomy (his brother whose been his responsibility for what could be read as since birth, his father just becoming a figure head in his life versus an actual parent, Chris walking out on him with no closure until they duel, being watched by and trained under brutal conditions by the government, failed escape attempts, getting lied to and used, etc) and then knowing one of the people who he attributes half of that loss and suffering to is someone he never gets closure against is very hard to watch

Even in Arc V, he loses his entire family in a way that makes him cut ties with every single person left in a desolate city and hunt his enemies down one by one to pay them back for his suffering, and it happened before we finally actually get to see him or hear of him for the first time so god knows the details

He really just gets put through it time and time again, yugioh be nice to that onion challenge

6. the moment of theirs that made me the saddest there was no duel on the moon in yugioh zexal

But actually, Kaito dying is tragic for a few reasons

THEY JUST LET HIS BROTHER WATCH IT HAPPEN? FAKER??? HELLO?

He was... ok with it happening-

He was killed off before the final duel and before he could reunite with Yuma and Ryouga again, and even though he came back as a spirit, it felt like a such a cop out

7. the moment of theirs that made me the happiest The pure look of joy on his face reuniting with his brother after they defeat Vector the first time, it’s so good The first time Prime Photon is summoned, goated, perfect, all boss monsters should be willed into existence like that But also Arc V, Kaito watching Dennis duel Yuya after everything with Zarc and clapping for him is so sweet omg

8. something about them that made me laugh HIS ONE LINERS, yugioh really gives the rivals the best solo lines I swear to god

Ok listen, dub and sun debate aside, I watched both because I’m a mess and need as much Kaito as I can get, but the dub has some heaters and Kaito’s got a few good ones, ESPECIALLY when he's talking to Mizael

The one to Shark, “You’re quite the romanticist”, who the fuck says that out loud to another person Kaito talking to Dennis is also a fever dream, the dub especially is so jarring, I love them

9. my favorite canon outfit of theirs White coat with the gazer tattoo, you can never go wrong with the Photon coat Numeral Hunter is also based, I know that's not like HIS look in any show, but... I HC that would be his Vrains Avatar, he could go to Vrains very easily, Solflare is an exploitable card in his deck

10. my favorite moment with them in canon UUUUGGHHHH CHOOSING ONE IS HARD

Uhhh, episode wise Shark Hunter is prooobably my favorite(for obvious reason but besides those LOL) because it’s such a tone setter for who Kaito is and also I could listen to these two bicker all day long, we really didn’t get nearly enough of their side rivalry as opposed to like Kaiba and Joey or Takeru and Ryoken

And then the Moon Duel is like my second favorite duel in the whole franchise, only outclassed by Soba and Revo in Vrains, you really get to see just how strong he is because he's half blind, still actively dying by dueling, and gets his helmet cracked in the vacuum of space, and he's still able to win

Character moment, the duel against Chris comes to mind again because it shows a lot of Kaito to his core, but also Kaito hauling ASS to get Yuma to Astral world to reunite with Astral is iconic, Kaito's always ready to take the plunge when everyone else says not to because he just KNOWS he's right

11. my favorite relationship they have with another character sweats profusely, I said it above somewhere I think- removing shipping from the equation entirely, I REALLY like all of the bff / rival dynamics across all of the shows, I love how well done they are and I fully find them more interesting than the standard protag/rival ones, even with KaiRyo having like the least amount of time dedicated to theirs comparatively. Ryouga and Kaito being treated so similarly by the hands dealt to them to where they'd understand the other one like looking in a mirror and yet they cannot stand each other, I eat that shit up. But also knowing the other person so well that they don't even have to talk and also realizing that person is their one of their only option to success? Give me MORE of that I also really love the foil between Mizael and Kaito a lot, I REALLY wish it got the time it was rumored to get, guess I gotta do everything myself In Arc V, Kaito and Shun's dynamic is really good for the little bit we're allowed the time to see it, Shun being one of the only characters who actually goes back for him after leaving so abruptly between Arc V and Zexal... tugs on the heart strings I also love that Kaito took ONE look at Edo in the safe house and decided to speed run the enemies part of the enemies to lovers arc they were going to have, I wish they could have spoken in canon more, hell GX Edo and Zexal Kaito would also be such an interesting dymamic

12. what i like about the way the fandom portrays them Everyone drawing him like >:D all of the time, keep doing that The white lab coat look too? Like not the Photon one, like a standard white lab coat? Perfect, DO NOT change that

nsfw next but also just how everyone knows he's a bottom no matter which ship it is lmao

13. what i dont like about the way the fandom portrays them that no one talks about him except in “WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE RIVAL” polls fndhxjshxbs

I’m going insane in my thoughts alone over here, I need to convert everyone to watch Zexal

14. what i liked about the way canon portrayed them Ok here we can get heated for a bit because I’ve seen an argument somewhere that Kaito didn’t develop at all from season 1 to 2 of Zexal but he 100000% did and I honestly like how it's done

Season 1 Kaito was purposefully talking to the air Astral could be in to avoid even looking at Yuma because he thought so little of him despite how much clawing to get on the same level as him Yuma did

Season 2 Kaito is jumping in to keep Mizael from killing Yuma without a second thought, he's going to the arctic despite ALL of the protests to build the bridge to Astral

His development is subtle, but it's very there, not to mention he can now stomach being in the same room as Faker, gave Chris a second chance, his dying words to Yuma are all the more apparent how important Yuma became to him Like the ONLY person we should have seen an actual conversation touching on Kaito's actions with WAS Ryouga but... be honest, Ryouga's not accepting that from Kaito, they're both very much people of action and they established their bond through the snark and bickering, that's how they communicate Plus Kaito's also outward about not being a good person, telling Yuma he sold his soul to the devil, telling the gang in the first episodes of Zexal II he's already going to hell because that's what his guilty soul deserves Ryoken and Kaito would be SUCH an interesting duo, I'm just saying

15. what i dont like about the way canon portrayed them Oh boy now here we go LOL

The duel against Mr Heartland. - This one's unbelievably bad for so many reasons, mostly because there’s no universe where Kaito struggles against Heartland of all people in a duel, but also this is the person who’s been THE symbol for most of his trauma and trials up until that point. There is no chance in hell he struggles, gets crippled by him, and has to have Yuma take over. That was and always should have been his duel to win, but Yugioh has the unfortunate "this is a story through the protag's eyes" shonen protag bug at its core (Yuma sweetie you’re lovely and wonderful, it’s literally not your fault)

Arc V giving him literally no time for their version of Kaito to have a more satisfactory character arc because of how long and bad the Synchro Dimension/Friendship Cup arc was. Just another victim of the Synchro Arc, sighs. The dub also puts this weird and bad attempted joking line about how Kaito doesn't do family and like have you literally watched any of Zexal, you're the whole ass studio Kaito just doesn't feel very Kaito the same way in Arc V, it's very sad, lots of shit you know og Kaito wouldn't let fly that just goes by in Arc V, but different versions, dimensions, stories, etc etc, it's just such a whiplash coming from Zexal where he's just so much more

OCG Structures was a coward and didn’t want to play with dimensional physics because Kaito 110% could find a way into that timeline I haven't read the Zexal manga in full just yet because I wanna collect them all physically so that'll be later- And a little bit for the games since Konami wanted at least one of those to be canon thanks to Vrains world-

Cross Duel literally had you consider killing kids for him but honestly this one is more funny than infuriating, everyone's a worst version of themselves in Cross Duel agjdaslkgj Duel Links is usually pretty good, but since Kaito’s first launch event where he's hunting you down, he’s been very much more like an NPC for the Zexal world events, just seems weird to me, I'm sure that'll get thrown out once Chris' unlock event actually happens coming up here and when Miza gets added... then that digital world won't know WHAT to do

#THIS WAS FUN THOUGH #kaito really is the character of all time in this house #kaito and takeru fight for favorite spot in my head all the time #asks #answered #kaito #kaito tenjo

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She's done! I got a bit nervous about posting her haha but figured I should just do it. My Colour x Ccino ship kid. I'm gonna start calling the ship Rainbow Coffee thanks to Pandora haha.

This time I don't have a fic to go with her but I plan on writing things with her, just don't really know when. So many ideas so little time... Although do I do have most of this week off work thanks to a bug bite on my ankle that got infected, fun times 🙃

Anyway, onto info about her!

DOB - 15th of August Pronouns - She/her Sexual Orientation - Lesbian Likes - Animals including fantasy ones, fantasy, tea and science especially biology. Dislikes - Animal abusers and Karens. She's not overly fond of Nightmare, she doesn't hate him just doesn't really like him.

She's ten years younger than Miracle is but is close with him, he's her big cousin even though she's bigger and stronger than he is. She's quite protective of him. Miracle would babysit in the castle and would often play Princesses and Dragons with her even though he always placed the part of the captured Princess and she was the brave knight in shining armour.

She's close with both parents. They both try to be fair and are both harsh when needed and fun when needed. Although Ccino is more of a push over than Colour is.

Killer is the fun uncle. He was so excited when he heard the news and he likes spoiling his little niece. Always giving her sweets and loud toys as well as letting her watch movies/play games that her parents won't let her. "Just don't tell your parents *wink*"

Nightmare is not outright mean to her but he doesn't trust Colour and he's wary of Ccino's feelings towards him. He makes a small effort for Killer and Miracle but he mostly ignores her and he watches like a hawk when she's around Miracle. Jasmine has also been warned. Her parents tell her about him but always keep it age appropriate. She learns more the older she gets.

Jasmine is a pretty normal kid. She goes to school in the Omega Timeline and loves helping out in the café when she's not at school, she mostly takes care of the cats but if a Karen starts to go off she will defend her mother. This usually involves insults, childish ones when she's little but as a teen she began to swear at them. Ccino has had to have a talk with her about it. "While Karens can't be let off you can't deal with them like that!"

Colour helps her with homework but also trains her in self defence and magic. She inherited a lot of magic from Colour and has a small amount of the power of the human souls. Not as much as Colour but still human souls are powerful so she needs proper training. She loves training with her Papa and Colour has fun too. Jasmine has Colour's short temper and Colour finds it funny when she goes off on a Karen, after all they deserve it for talking to his husband like that. A stern look from Ccino makes him tell her off though.

As an adult she still helps out in the café, this time serving customers. Although she's still not good at handling Karens, god forbid they insult her mother while they complain; he works hard and puts a lot of love into his café. The café job is just something on the side so she has extra spending money. She's in Uni studying to become a vet. She wants to help as many animals as she can as well as help her parents save money on vet bills.

Thinking up a name is never easy but I didn't really have a hard time with this one. Ccino is named after cappuccino, so I thought I could name her after a drink. Then I had some jasmine tea and it hit me; Jasmine is a girl's name and she can be named after tea while her mum is named after coffee haha. Although her name is Jasmine she does sometimes get the nickname "Jas" for short.

#ship kid #undertale au #undertale #othertale #fluffytale #ccino x colour #ccino sans #colour sans #fanchild #rainbow coffee fanchild #rainbow coffee #Jasmine #original character #oc #undertale oc

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harlcwes · 1 year

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an enthusiastic grin adorns their features as they make their way into the studio , setting down the coffee they’d picked up for the crew on a nearby table . they don’t hate the term nepo baby because technically , that’s what they are . and harlowe’s worked hard to prove that they’ve made the absolute most out of the connections they were given . hand reaches out to shake the production manager’s as the team is being introduced to her . harlowe smiles politely , thanking the crew for their time before taking a seat on the stool . // @nepofminspo

“ what’s up ! i’m harlowe and this is my WIRED autocomplete interview . ”

autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet

“ i’m almost kinda scared to see what you’ve all been googling . ”

so WIRED asked harlowe brenner some of the internet’s burning questions

WHO ...

[ harlowe dramatically takes in a deep breath ] “ alright , it’s now or never . ”

who is HARLOWE BRENNER ?

[ gestures to their face ] “ that’s me . hi , i’m harlowe . nice to meet you . ”

who is HARLOWE BRENNER related to ?

“ if you’re a big fan of snowboarding and the winter olympics then you’ll know my dad , victor brenner . and if you’re a fan of movies and j-pop music , then you’ll know my mom , naomi saito . and i also have a twin brother , hudson . ”

who is HARLOWE BRENNER dating ?

“ currently –– i don’t know when this video is gonna go live –– i am not dating anyone . i am very much single . ” [ jokingly winks at the camera ]

HOW ...

how old is HARLOWE BRENNER ?

“ i’m twenty-five . and yes , i know i have a little bit of a baby face . ”

how tall is HARLOWE BRENNER ?

“ i believe i’m five-foot-nine ? that’s what my doctor told me the last time i checked ! ”

how can i meet HARLOWE BRENNER ?

“ not to plug my band , but if you ever buy tickets to see ultraviolet , we sometimes offer a meet and greet package . if you missed that opportunity and find yourself in new york , you can probably run into me at variety while i’m on my coffee run . ”

how was HARLOWE BRENNER discovered ?

“ it’s actually not a long story . i’ll definitely admit that my parents got me started in acting and it kinda just went on from there . started as a kid and as i got older , i started a band and turned to focus on music more . ”

IS ...

is HARLOWE BRENNER from new york ?

“ no , i’m actually not from new york . i was born in bright and sunny los angeles . but i do have family here so i used to visit from time to time and then started living here when i was shooting gossip girl and i’ve been here ever since . don’t really have plans to move back to LA anytime soon . ”

is HARLOWE BRENNER a natural blonde ?

[ they lightly cringe at the question ] “ i’m so sorry but i’m not . i wore a wig in how the grinch stole christmas and then again in seasons 1 and 2 of gossip girl . however , i did bleach it blonde in season 3 and kept it for a little bit . ”

is HARLOWE BRENNER related to HUDSON BRENNER ?

“ that would be my twin brother so yes ! hudson , if you’re watching this , i’m the better twin . ” [ they playfully stick their tongue out at the camera ]

WHAT ...

what is HARLOWE BRENNER known for ?

“ well , i played cindy-lou who in how the grinch stole christmas and jenny humphrey in gossip girl –– i know , none of us are jenny stans . it’s cool , i get it . and now i’m in a band called ultraviolet . ”

what color are HARLOWE BRENNER’S eyes ?

“ dark brown . they’re kinda boring . ” [ they shrug ]

what languages can HARLOWE BRENNER speak ?

“ japanese and spanish . thinking about learning another language but we’ll see ! ”

what is HARLOWE BRENNER’S zodiac sign ?

“ i’m a scorpio which i feel like is fitting of me ? i don’t know , you all tell me . ”

what is HARLOWE BRENNER’S boba order ?

“ that is a great question . i’d say it depends . if i’m in the mood for a milk tea , i usually go for either a taro milk tea or an roasted oolong milk tea with pearls –– that’s mini boba . for fruit teas , i’m a fan of lychee with lychee jelly . ”

DOES ...

does HARLOWE BRENNER have tattoos ?

[ they hold up their left arm to show off their sleeve tattoo ] “ i think it’s safe to say that i do . i would show you the whole sleeve but i think we’re pressed for time right now . ” [ their eyes shift to the production manager beside the camera to confirm ] “ yeah , sorry . but i’m sure there are pictures ! ”

does HARLOWE BRENNER have pets ?

“ i do ! i have a dobermann named kenzo . and i recently fostered and then adopted a black cat . her name is makkuro . ”

does HARLOWE BRENNER have instagram ?

“ i'm not super active but yes . it’s @ harlesbrenner . ”

does HARLOWE BRENNER play drums ?

“ you are correct to assume that i play the drums . ”

DID ...

did HARLOWE BRENNER go to college ?

“ yupp ! i did . i have a degree in music with a focus in piano and composition . ”

did HARLOWE BRENNER have a public fight ?

[ their lips twist up and eyes avert from the camera ] “ define fight . if you’re talking about photos from my jiujitsu tournaments then yes ? ”

WHERE ...

where does HARLOWE BRENNER get their coffee ?

“ i mentioned it earlier but usually variety coffee . if i’m in a pinch , i’ll do starbucks . or dunkin’ . ”

where did HARLOWE BRENNER go to college ?

“ you might’ve heard of it . i went to a little school called juilliard . ”

where is HARLOWE BRENNER right now ?

“ i’m in new york with wired ! ”

[ harlowe tosses the prop behind them as the extended endscreen comes on to show wired’s other videos ]

“ and that’s all the questions , answered . thanks for watching ! ”

#nepofm.task001 #🍡 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ›› harlowe brenner .#🍡 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 . ›› harlowe brenner .

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hummingbird-of-light · 2 years

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Against All Odds

Part 133

McCoy

McCoy was glad over the last weeks that everyone around the school had gotten more used to him. And to him spending time with whomever he chose. More than half the school assumed he and Christine were a couple, which was fine for both of them. It definitely gave him and Scotty more privacy. And Christine got to call and chat with her own boyfriend more.

McCoy had actually met him on one of Christine’s calls. He was a very nice boy and even through a screen, McCoy could tell how much they loved each other. Though he may have just been seeing everything through the lens of his own love.

He was looking forward to meeting the parents of some of his new friends. He smiled at the thought as he finished making his bed. What had this school done to him that he was looking forward to meeting people?

“Were you ready sir?” Spock asked.

“Yep.”

Both of Spock’s parents were coming with McCoy’s and even through his expression-less facade, McCoy could see Spock’s joy. Spock and his mother were very close.

There was an unusual buzz of excitement at the breakfast table. Families would be arriving not long after and everyone would be free to show them around before the big lunch feast.

“Leah is coming,” McCoy said across to Spock. “She said she’s missed you more than me.” He grinned.

“I doubt that,” Spock said.

“The princess is coming?” Robbie choked out next to Scotty.

“Yes, and I’m sure she’d love someone who knows the school so well to show her around,” McCoy said smiling at Robbie.

The young Scotsman’s color rose on his face. Scotty laughed at him. McCoy bumped his knee into Scotty’s. They sat together or across from each other most meals now. Archer seemed to realize finally that McCoy would do what he wanted and make friends with who he wanted. Helping the teacher with Scotty learning to swim seemed to really have shown Archer that McCoy didn’t care about statuses.

“You going to introduce Chris to your parents?” Jim said from across the table and winked at McCoy.

McCoy nodded. “Of course,” he said matter of factly.

Jim still didn’t know about McCoy and Scotty. And McCoy knew that Jim was the origin of some of the biggest rumors about himself and Christine.

“Would you like to meet them too?” McCoy asked back to Jim.

Jim’s eyebrows went up.

“I’m sure Spock’s parents would love to meet you as well,” McCoy continued.

Spock and Jim had continued to become better acquainted over the last month as well, though they had moved nowhere near as fast as McCoy and Scotty.

Jim began to turn red and even Spock showed a flush across his cheeks. McCoy let out a laugh.

“I’d like them to meet all of you,” he said after he laughed.

He caught the nervous look of Scotty’s face and slyly reached down and squeezed his fingers.

“They’ll be quite glad that I have made friends with all of you.”

And McCoy was glad too.

After breakfast McCoy walked to the library. He and Scotty usually met on weekend mornings there. He arrived at their normal spot and found Scotty pacing back and forth. McCoy caught his shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.

“I promise,” he started, “they will love you. You know Leah already does. If anything they’re kinder than I am at first.”

He smiled self-deprecatingly as he pulled back to see Scotty’s face.

“Is your grandfather coming too, or just your mum?”

Part 134

Scotty

His stomach was twisting and turning in excitement. Of course, he had seen Leonard's father from afar when the prince had joined the school. However, this was something different. He'd actually meet the king and queen today.

It calmed him a little bit when Leonard said that his parents were gonna love the Scotsman. He sure knew Leah liked him a lot. They had had a few calls over the last weeks.

Today he'd finally meet her in person though.

"Aye, I guess," Scotty answered Leonard's question. He had told his boyfriend a lot about his grandfather who was a very nice but also stern man.

"I'm looking forward to meet them both," Leonard said with a big smile. And Scotty believed him. The prince had become more and more social. He liked to make new contacts.

"I have to get ready for our final band practice."

Scotty didn't want to leave but he had a job to do. And Leonard understood.

"Have fun."

He pressed a kiss onto Scotty's lips before the Scotsman left for the music room.

Today was a big day for every student. He saw a lot of lads and lasses run around, trying to finish last preparations.

It reminded him of the day Leonard had arrived.

Practice went quite well and the band stood proudly in front of the gathered crowd of students and parents. Scotty smiled at Leonard. The boy was sitting in one of the front rows of the auditorium. He was accompanied by King David and Queen Eleanor. And of course Princess Leah. Spock was there as well. His parents sat next to the young Vulcan. Scotty still couldn't believe that Spock's mother was human.

"One, two, three, four."

The band started playing. Scotty didn't get the chance to search for his own family in the crowd. He had to concentrate.

They were rewarded with lots of applause after their performance. Scotty puffed his chest, happy about their success.

When the crowd parted and Scotty wanted to pack his bagpipes back into the case, he was suddenly hugged rapturously.

“Monty!”

Scotty chuckled softly while kisses were pressed to his cheeks and forehead.

“Màthair, fàilte.”

His mother was smiling brightly at him. She looked just so proud.

And Scotty felt utterly happy to see her. He had missed his mother quite a lot. He looked over her shoulder to see his grandfather and Robbie.

“Montgomery.”

At first his grandfather looked very serious but eventually a smile formed on his lips and he opened his arms.

Scotty ran over to him and hugged the old man tightly.

“You did great son.”

“Thanks!”

His grandfather was one of the greatest bagpipe players he knew. And to get a compliment from him was an honor.

“Hello Robbie.”

They all turned at a familiar voice.

Leah. She was walking over to them with the rest of her family.

Scotty could see his brother blush instantly and he had to hide his cheeky grin.

“Oh lord… y-yer highnesses.”

Scotty’s mother bowed down when she realized who was standing in front of them.

And Scotty did the same. It wasn’t just Leonard after all.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #meeting the parents

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the mason sisters: four

summary: photoshoots, a new old friend, and some fun times in the car.

word count: 4552

warnings: food, swearing

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(a/n: i created a character descriptions carrd! it’s on the masterlist, which you can find here!)

over the next few weeks, mercy attended meetings with the hendrick teammates to learn more about the series and the way hendrick works. the time came to announce the new driver of the 48. mercy had interviews with hendrick, pictures taken, make-up touched up every few pictures, etc. mercy was getting tired by noon, and pretty hungry too. when she’d get a break, she’d text her parents, sister, and alex. she’d also text jimmie, asking for advice on how to keep herself sane on days like these. she laughed at his text about daytona media days. “mercy, five minutes.” the photographer, faith, called to the young woman. “‘thanks!” mercy smiled, looking down to her phone and scrolling through social media, seeing a tweet from her childhood friend, laurie. she opened up her texts and texted her, telling her to save her from this mess. “i heard someone wants taco bell!” alex yelled, walking in with a bag of food and two drinks. “you are a lifesaver, thanks alex.” “no problem.” alex sat next to mercy, chowing down on his burrito. “the potatoes are cooked just right.” mercy groaned at how delicious the potatoes are. “do you want me to pay you back?” alex shook his head and pushed mercy’s wallet out of view. “no, no, no need, merc. my treat.” mercy smiled, putting her wallet back in her purse. “thanks, alex. i appreciate it very much.” alex nodded. “it’s not a problem at all, i know what these days are like. daytona is the worst.” “jimmie said the exact same thing.” “mercy, we’ve got a few photos left, wanna come finish up and then we’ll be done for the day?” faith, the photographer asked mercy. “yeah, be right there!” mercy took a sip of her baja blast, throwing her head back at how good the baja tastes right now. “thanks again, alex.” mercy pat his shoulder and smiled, getting back to taking photos.

after about 45 minutes, mercy finally finished up photos and got to finish her now cold taco bell. “thanks for keeping an eye on my food, alex.” “i almost ate the rest of it.” he laughed, taking a sip of his pepsi. “how did you know i like baja blast?” “i follow you on instagram and twitter, i know more about you than you think i do.” he winks, laughing again. “oh my god, stalker.” mercy gasped, giggling. “you also really like dunkin coffee, especially when it’s practically cream.” “you’re one of those people who like plain coffee, psychopath.” the pair laughed, mercy holding onto alex’s shoulder so she doesn’t fall over. neither of them noticed the photographer taking a picture of the two of them laughing, planning to send it to mercy.

after looking at the pictures with faith, mercy picked out her favorites and asked her to send them to her when she had the chance. “thanks, faith, i’ll see you soon! thanks for being awesome, too.” “no, you’re awesome! have a great week!” “thanks, you too!” mercy waved, walking out of the room and receiving a call from laurie. “laurie! oh my god it's been forever! how are you?" "i'll meet you outside." alex nodded to mercy, who nodded back. "it's been so long! we need to get together soon. i was calling you cuz i've got some news." mercy sat down on a bench in the lobby. "gimme the deets. what's up?" "so you know that a certain person and i have been talking…" laurie giggled. "austin?" "yeah. well, we're uh, having our first date tonight." "WHAT?!" mercy yelled, making a few shop guys turn to her. "sorry!! no, seriously, y'all are together?" laurie laughed. "no, not yet. hopefully it all works out. how about you? how are you and alex doing?" "you know i'm gonna pull up in a disguise, that glasses and a mustache disguise to your date, right?" mercy chuckled. "seriously, that's so awesome! yeah, we're getting really close. i mean, we're literally in the same shop next year, but he definitely doesn't feel that way." "bestie, i know you two are gonna get together. hello, you're so gorgeous, you'd be the biggest power couple!" laurie beamed. "laurie, no, it's not gonna happen. he clearly doesn't feel the same way." "he does. not to change the subject, but i'm so excited for tonight!! i'm gonna send you a couple of pics of my fits, tell me which one you like!" laurie squealed. "will do. oh, got them." mercy connected her headphones to her phone so she could listen to the call. "that black one is cute, but i think you should have a pop of color to it. maybe some red? it looks so good on you. remember when you said it would never happen because 'he's him and you're you'? look who's right again." laurie sighed. "shush. i still owe you a drink. we need to get together soon, i need some mercy-laurie time." "same here. i miss you so much, i've just been so busy. you know about what's going on, right?" "yeah, you told me the day you found out! i'm still so happy for you. any chance i can be your crew chief?" laurie chuckled. "i can talk to mr. h, maybe he can get you in here sometime. if not, you'll be at every single race. you'll get to see katelyn, too. she's gonna try her hardest to be at my races, and i'll be at hers. i'll make sure you have a spot for daytona." "awesome, thank you so much! i'll be there this weekend." "yay! can't wait. see you this weekend. love you!" "see ya! love you too." laurie sang, making mercy chuckled. she hung up the call and headed outside. "alex, you didn't have to wait for me!" "figured since we're teammates and shop-mates next year, we should get to know each other better." he shrugged. "sorry, i'm not usually this social, i'm very, very awkward." "no, no, welcome to the club. i've been awkward since i was born, buddy." mercy chuckled. "the more comfortable i get with someone, i don't feel as awkward. i mean, we had interactions on twitter and stuff like that, but face to face stuff can be awkward. i'm rambling, aren't i?" mercy cringed, making alex laugh. "it's fine, merc. i get it." after a small pause, mercy spoke up. “so, uh, where do you wanna go?” “i was thinking maybe the shop? i could introduce you to my guys and your guys?” “yeah, that sounds good!” the pair decided to walk to the shop, since mercy was getting pictures in the administration building. the two drivers were quiet for a bit, enjoying the bird sounds and quiet hum of the highway. “that’s a cardinal. i think i heard a sparrow or two. some finches as well. i had pet birds and loved all types of birds as a kid, so i know a lot about them. i still have two cockatiels from my childhood in my house, we have a specific room for them. it gets a lot of sun and they’re happy there.” “really? that’s interesting.” alex smiled, waving to a car driving by. “yeah, i really like birds.” mercy chuckled, seeing a female cardinal fly by. “that was a female cardinal. my grandmother loved them. she was a big part of my life before she passed when i was young.” “sorry to hear that.” alex pat mercy’s shoulder, “oh, thanks. katelyn took it the hardest with our grandfather, though. i was closer to my grandmother and she was closer to her grandfather. he passed when we were young, too.” mercy nodded, alex kept his hand on her shoulder for a few seconds, then slowly brought it back to his side. “yeah, life sucks, as we all know. it gets better though. i really thought i was out of nascar for good a few years ago.” mercy snapped her fingers, “i remember that. i was pissed, not gonna lie. i barely knew you, we had interactions on twitter and stuff like that, but that just really sucks. i can’t believe they fired you on twitter.” “i don’t go to that taco bell for that reason.” alex laughed. “totally get it, i wouldn’t either. i’m glad you’ve got a ride here. it’s a nice crowd of people, i just hope people here don’t avoid me because i’m a woman and ‘it’s a man’s world’. i’m young, if i don’t get any wins next year, that’s fine, i’ve got plenty of chances. i just hope my hometown crowd is as loud as it is whenever i go up for xfinity.” alex opened the door to the shop and let mercy in, a small thank you coming from the young woman. “if it’s as loud as it is in xfinity, it’s gonna be even louder in cup. i remember the first time they said your name last year, even when they said your number, they were loud. then you came out on stage and people went absolutely nuts, they love you up there.” “i’m grateful for them. i miss home a lot.” alex nodded, “i get it, i miss home. hey, some shop guys are available if you wanna go see them now.” “yeah, that’d be great.” mercy smiled, heading into the shop.

after about an hour of talking to the shop guys, mercy got a text from faith with the pictures she wanted.

‘thank you so much faith! when did you get that picture of alex and i?’

‘Just after we finished our session. You are really cute together!’

‘oh, faith, we’re not together! we’re just friends. this is our first meeting face to face, we’ve seen each other in passing but we’re just trying to get to know each other better since we’re shop-mates next year.’

‘I’m telling you right now, you’re gonna be a cute couple if you ever date. Unless you don’t swing that way, which is totally okay by me! You’re a great person and you deserve the best! ❤️’

‘faith🥹🥹’

‘😁😁 I’ll send you the rest when they’re finished! Have a great week :)

‘you too! 😁’

mercy saved the pictures she wanted to send to her friends and family, keeping the one of her and alex in a separate album. “thanks for the time, sorry to keep you from what you need to do, i’m just showing mercy around, since we’ll be shop-mates next year.” “fine by us, see you soon, mercy!” “see ya! thanks for being so kind.” mercy smiled, turning to alex. “ready to head out?” “yeah, gimme a sec, i’m taking all of this in right now.” the young woman giggled, running her hand through her hair. “i still can’t believe this is happening, alex. i’ve been dreaming about this my whole life.” “it’s happening, merc. a few more months and you’ll be in the cup series.” alex smiled, opening the door for mercy again. “thanks.” mercy stretched out her arms when they got outside, sighing. “what do we do now? anything else you wanna take me to?” alex thought about it for a few seconds. “just the gym, i guess? i hate the gym.” alex laughed. “i don’t like exercise.” “neither do i.” mercy smiled. “that explains why i look like this.” she moved her hands up and down her body, a chuckle escaping. they headed to the gym, seeing some more shop guys from other teams using the machines. “wow, y’all got a huge gym! i’m more of a biker, i like biking.” mercy saw a whole row of treadmills, practically in awe at the amount of them. “i know you and josh wise do a lot of biking, mind if i join you two sometime?” mercy turned back around to face alex, pushing some of her hair back. “yeah, that’d be fun! i need more support sometimes.” alex laughed, scratching his face a little. they left the area of the gym and headed outside. “so, you’re the driver of the 48 next year… that was my dream, you’re living my dream!” mercy tapped her fingers along her thigh, grounding herself. “it’s crazy how my life changed, 2016 i was filling in for junior cuz of that concussion, now i’m full time and about to take over the 48. it’s so crazy.” alex sighed. “now you’re making history as the first woman hired for hendrick motorsports. it’s absolutely nuts how much history is being made. they don’t have any idea what’s coming, merc.” “oh, stop. you’re making me blush!” mercy fanned her face with her hand, laughing. “i’m serious! you’re freakin’ badass.” alex smiled, “the queen of the xfinity series! bow down!” mercy laughed as alex bowed in front of her.

katelyn saw mercy’s car pull up to their house around five, then alex’s car pulled up behind mercy’s truck. mercy walked up to the house with alex. “i’m home! not for long, though! just wanted to grab some stuff. katelyn, you’re welcome to come along.” mercy yelled as she opened the door. katelyn ran downstairs as mercy was running up. the youngest mason sister saw alex standing near the door on his phone, scrolling through social media. “alex! hey.” katelyn waved to alex, who looked up from his phone. “oh, hey katelyn!” alex waved, “we’re gonna go get some dinner. you interested in anything? you can come along if you’d like.” “thanks! i don’t wanna interrupt anything, though. i’d feel horrible if i did.” “no, you wouldn’t be!” mercy came back downstairs in a my chemical romance shirt, black shorts, and a small bag of mascara and lipstick in her hand. “invite someone if you’d like, it’s just a small get-together.” “i don’t want to interrupt anyth-!” katelyn was interrupted by alex.“we’re totally okay with you coming along!” he smiled, “i just gotta let the dogs out before we go anywhere.” “we get to finally meet those crazy pups now!” mercy gasped, holding her hands together. “you know i’m gonna be dropping by every chance i get to play with the pups, right?” “me too!” katelyn giggled. “they’re so cute.” “until they get into stuff.” alex laughed. “they’re cute, but little brats. ready to go?” “yep, lemme grab my purse and i’ll be ready.” katelyn winked to mercy, walking upstairs and heading to her room. mercy rolled her eyes and chuckled. “pain in the ass little sister.” “i have two brothers, so i feel your pain.” alex chuckled. “they’re a pain in the ass too, but i love them.” “yeah, i love katelyn, i’d do anything for her.” mercy gave alex the side eye. “don’t tell her i said that, though. she’d never let it go.” “who wouldn’t let what go?” katelyn came around the corner of the staircase. “nothing, get your ass movin’. i’m hungry.” mercy laughed. katelyn ran down the stairs to go outside. “we’ll take my truck, i’ve got more room, if that’s okay by you?” “yeah, that’s fine!” “alex, you gotta take me for a ride in your ‘vette sometime. mercy’s been on a ride or two and i haven’t!” katelyn folded her arms, pouting. “you’ll get a ride soon. how about for your 18th?” “17 and a halfth birthday?” katelyn smirked. “kate, that’s literally passed already. that was may.” “yeah, yeah, and it’s october, i know, it’s next month, but i can’t wait that long!” “my birthday is literally next week, kate. i’ll be getting another ride!” mercy looked up at alex with a big smile on her face. “right?” “yeah, sure. i’ll make sure to scare the shit out of you with burnouts.” alex smiled. “you won’t scare me. can i drive it since it’ll be my 21st?” “don’t go drinking beforehand.” alex laughed, “dear god, it’s gonna be ruined.” “hey! i’ll take care of your pretty car.” mercy pouted, making alex laugh. “alright, ready?” mercy grabbed her keys out of her pocket and headed outside with katelyn and alex. “katelyn, you gotta sit in the backseat, alex is older so he gets the front seat.” “no, it’s okay! katelyn can have the front.” “no, that’s fine. alex should have the front.” katelyn nodded, getting in the back, sitting in the middle. mercy jumped into the driver’s seat and connected her phone to the cord and bluetooth so she could play some music. as soon as they got moving, mercy had alex press shuffle on the playlist and vampire money started playing. “oh my god, vampire money!!” mercy and katelyn yelled as alex tapped his foot to the beat. “well, are you ready ray?” mercy yelled. “yeah!” katelyn yelled back. “how ‘bout you, frank?” “oh, i’m there, baby.” alex yelled. “how ‘bout you, mikey? fuckin’ ready.” mercy changed her voice to fit mikey, then back to gerard. “well i think i’m alright!” “ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!” all three drivers yelled, headbanging and dancing in the truck. the whole time vampire money was playing, each driver yelled the lyrics and jammed out. after vampire money finished, alex directed mercy to where they were going for dinner. mercy asked alex to play vampire money again, since she loves that song so much. as they jammed out to the song, she got a text from laurie. “laurie says, ‘austin is such a gentleman, i’m so happy with how everything is going’ with three exclamation points. what do i respond with?” alex read to mercy. “uh, ‘now you owe me twenty bucks. /hj seriously i’m so happy for you’ with a few exclamation points, and uh, a red heart. thanks, alex.” “she sent a picture too, of her and austin.” mercy glanced at her phone, seeing the picture. “oh my god, they’re so freakin’ cute. kate, look!” alex turned around to show katelyn, who looked up from her phone. “aww, they’re so cute!” she smiled, going back to her phone. “texting tyler, i assume?” “hey, shush.” katelyn blushed. “it’s been a few months, ask him out for a drink or something!” “he would totally say no to me.” katelyn sighed. “i’ve only known you for a few weeks, but from what i’ve heard from merc and seen, i’m surprised tyler hasn’t asked you out.” “oh, shush, alex. you’re just saying that to be nice.” “he’s serious, kate! i’m telling you, i’ll go up to tyler and literally force him to ask you out. it’s obvious he likes you.” “not to change the subject, but lizzo is on. gimme a minute before i say anything else to boost your mood.” mercy starts dancing in her seat, alex directing her to the next turn. “ay boy, whatcha say boy, you tryna play coy like a gameboy? hit my phone, boy, is you home boy? are you home, boy? come gimme dome, boy.” “mercy goes crazy for lizzo, alex. just to let you know, she’ll probably quote some stuff from her often. she’s a huge fan.” “got this boy speaking spanish, ay papi~!” mercy pushed her hair back, throwing her head back. “i see that. she literally shut you up for her!” alex laughs, looking over at mercy, who’s singing to herself and dancing in her seat once again. “make a girl go crazy! four, three, i like big boys, itty bitty boys, mississippi boys, inner city boys, i like the pretty boys with the bow tie, getcha nails did, let it blow dry, i like a big beard, i like a clean face, i don’t discriminate, come and get a taste, from the playboys to the gay boys, go and slay boys, you my fave boys!”

the three drivers pull up to alex’s house, mercy parks the truck and disconnects her phone, getting out of her truck and walking behind alex. katelyn is still on her phone, texting tyler. “hey guys! holy crap, i’ve only been gone for a few hours, you’re crazy!” alex laughs, petting his dogs and giving them head kisses. “hi puppies!” mercy kneeled down and pet finn and roscoe. “oh my god, you two are just lovebugs! hi! hi! hi! thank you for the kisses, boys! you’re so sweet, hi!” katelyn puts away her phone and starts petting the dogs. “hi you two! hi! hiiiii! how sweet! hi! oh my god, hi!” alex heads towards the back door to let the dogs out. “finn, roscoe, c’mere rascals!” “hey, look, he has his own rascals!” mercy put katelyn in a headlock and gave her a noogie. “ow, ow! mercy!” katelyn laughs, pushing her sister away. the sisters head outside with alex as the sun starts to set. “wow, this is such a nice property, alex. i might just have to live here.” mercy beams, laughing along with alex. “there’s enough room if you need to crash anytime.” “alex, can i use your bathroom?” katelyn asks the older driver. “of course, when you get to the kitchen, take a left and it’ll be the second door on the right. the fan makes a weird noise when it turns on, but it’s not gonna do any damage.” “thanks much! be back in a few.” katelyn give the dogs pets and then heads back inside, closing the door. mercy grabs her phone and texts katelyn.

‘u only left so alex and i would have time alone. u brat >:(‘

‘Get itttt ;)’

‘stfu or i’ll tell tyler u loooove him’

‘I’ll delete your number and never talk to you again’

‘hehe >:)’

“i’ve been thinking about something.” alex spoke after a few seconds of silence. “yeah?” “do you wanna just have dinner here? i can order some food and we can chill here. you must be exhausted from today.” “i mean, if you’re offering, sure. i don’t wanna overstay my welcome, though.” “not a problem, you’re really fun to hang out with. i feel like we get along really well.” alex smiled, resting his hand on mercy’s shoulder. “thanks, you’re really fun to hang out with, too. you’re one of the only people i’ve met that don’t make me feel intimidated.” “god, you two, get a room.” katelyn gagged as mercy blushed, laughing. alex laughed along with mercy. “oh tyler, you’re so cute, tyler, i wanna marry you!” mercy made fake kissing noises at katelyn. “mercy-kay!!” katelyn blushed, alex laughing at the sibling banter. “you two are hilarious. katelyn, we’re gonna stay here and order food, are you in the mood for mexican food?” “hell yeah!” “ooh, can we order from que onda? they have these really good vegan tacos.” mercy held up her fists and shook them a little. “fine by me.” “same here.” “awesome. i’ll write down the order and call it in.” “oh, merc, no, it’s my treat again.” alex smirked, pulling out his phone and writing down the order.

once they ordered their food, the three drivers sat in front of the tv with some drinks and watched whatever was on tv. mercy was next to alex on the couch, katelyn was on the chair next to the couch. “thanks for letting us stay over for dinner, alex. i know i appreciate it.” mercy smiled, pulling her phone out and seeing a text from laurie.

‘what’re you up to? austin and i are hanging out at his place.’

“not a problem, i enjoy the company!” alex smiled, taking a swig of his beer. mercy texted laurie back.

‘hanging with katelyn at alex’s place. he invited us to dinner! :D’

‘oooh you’re close now ;)’

‘nope. not happening.’

‘mercy, my bestie, you gotta get together! ur too cute together, a power couple!!’

‘nooo it’s not happening! he’s too good for me :(‘

“the food’s here!” katelyn cheered, heading to the door to pick it up. she thanked the driver as they drove off, placing the bag on the island. alex helped katelyn with the food as mercy finished up her draft for a tweet. “would y’all mind if i posted a pic of the three of us to twitter?” “not a problem at all.” alex nodded, handing mercy her tacos. he received a thank you from the 20 year old. “same here, it’s totally fine by me.” katelyn smiled. the three sat down at the table and started to eat their food. mercy opened up the camera app and sat right next to alex, who put his arm around her shoulders, and his other arm around katelyn’s shoulders. they all smiled for the picture, then making funny faces for another picture. “thanks for getting pictures with me. i wanna get a couple more before we leave.” mercy smiled as katelyn groaned. “you know i hate getting my picture taken, sis!” “deal with it, rascal.” mercy smirked, sticking her tongue out.

after they finished their dinner, katelyn took mercy’s phone and had her sister and alex stand outside. “alright, here we go!” alex wrapped his arm around mercy’s shoulders and mercy placed her hand on alex’s back. “i got a couple. my turn!” katelyn handed mercy her phone back. the oldest mason sister grabbed katelyn’s phone and took a couple pictures of her sister and teammate. “got a few. alex, can you please get pictures of katelyn and i?” “of course, who’s phone?” “mine, katelyn won’t send those pictures until i’m on my deathbed.” mercy cackled. “that’s not true! it only took me six months to send you that picture of you and that standee of mikey way!” katelyn grumbled. “i had that as my lockscreen for weeks. it was nice to look at his face for that amount of time.” mercy handed alex her phone and stood next to her sister. katelyn stood awkwardly next to mercy, while mercy rested her arm on her sister’s head. “you’re mean and you stink.” mercy gasped, putting her arm down hugging her sister. she had a big smile on her face, while katelyn laughed. alex laughed while taking the picture. “i got a few for ya. hope they’re not shitty.” “oh, buddy, if they’re anything like katelyn’s pics, you’re doomed.” “shut up, meanie.” katelyn pouted, making the older drivers laugh. “jeez, it’s getting late! it’s almost ten. i’ll text mom and let her know we’re headed home as soon as possible.” “damn, it’s that time already?” alex looked at his phone. “wow, today was fun, girls.” “yeah, it was!” katelyn beamed. “i agree, it was good to hang out with you, future shop-mate.” mercy giggled, lightly elbowing alex in the arm.

mercy drove alex back to the mason household, since he left his car at their house. he walked the sisters to the door. “hey, thanks for today, katelyn. you’re a fun gal.” “thanks, alex. you too, you’re fun. thanks for dinner, too! see you soon!” “not a problem at all. see ya, goodnight!” alex hugged katelyn, then waving as she went up to her room. “alright, thanks for tonight, alex. thanks for the taco bell and dinner. i appreciate it. i owe you, too.” katelyn watched out her window at mercy and alex on the walkway by alex’s car. “no, no, you don’t owe me. it was my treat.” “mmm-mmm. you’re not getting away with that, bowman.” the pair laughed, as they hugged each other. katelyn snapped a picture of them and sent it to mercy. “i’ll see you soon. hopefully at the track this week?” “yeah, definitely. stay safe.” mercy smiled, patting alex’s arm. “see ya, mason.” “see ya, bowman.”

#nascar

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Desire (48)

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Warning: Sexual Content, wholesome fluff

*Leighton's POV*

Gemma had returned home from Gabriel's parents house and when I asked her if she had fun at Mimi's, she said no.

She came home in a horrible mood, and I thought a nap would fix it, but even with Uncle Landon play time and a special muffin snack, she was still moody.

I had one more thing up my sleeve...

"Want to draw a pretty picture for Coco?" I asked, Gemma perking up.

"Coco?" She asked and I nodded, grabbing some printer paper, cutting it in half and folding the halves into halves.

I laid down a tablecloth just in case, placing her bucket of drawing supplies on it.

My dad one day brought over some crayons and markers, claiming we had to start young to carry the legacy; staying for a few hours as they colored together.

Gemma came running over to me, climbing up onto the chair. I grabbed a black sharpie and wrote "You're Invited" on the front, flipping open to the middle and writing "Coco is formally invited to Gem Gem's 2nd birthday! RSVP with mama for info!"

I let her have free reign with the art supplies, scribbling all over the piece of paper as I continued to write out on the papers.

Gemma was getting more and more into coloring, so I figured this would be a fun activity to lift her spirits, plus, her birthday was sneaking up on us and I needed to make sure I invited people to it.

I was doing one of the last pieces when Gemma tugged at my arm, messing up where I had been writing.

"Mama?"

"Yes baby?" I hummed, accepting the fact that Logan's invitation was just gonna look like this now.

"Elp?"

"With what honey?"

She frowned, staring down at her paper that was all scribbled on.

I flipped it open to the middle, placing her sippy cup on the edge so it didn't shut. "There go baby" I kissed her head, Gemma beginning to scribble again.

I was surprised by how long this kept her attention, that I almost wished I had been productive during this time.

I was trying to remind myself to live in the moment and hang out with her, and not just throw an activity at her so I could vacuum.

I heard the front door open, the voices of Landon, Finn and Xander coming into the apartment.

"There's my baby G!" Landon cooed, coming over to kiss her head, only for her eyes to go wide and cover her work.

"NO!" She screamed, all of our eyes widening at the outburst.

"Gemma Lorraine, inside voice-" I tried to reprimand, but it was useless.

"No!" She yelled again, her eyes filling with tears, and I finally noticed what she was doing.

She didn't want him to see that she was working on her birthday invitations.

I mouthed "Go" to Landon, winking at him, hoping he got the gist, thanking god when he nodded and ushered everyone away.

I stood in the kitchen, starting dinner for the two of us when Colby tried to FaceTime me. The second I accepted it and Gemma heard his voice, she got excited but then angry, yelling at me.

"Gemma Lorraine, don't yell at mommy" I warned, not wanting to get a noise complaint.

"What's her issue?" He asked as I prompted him against the counter.

"She's making a surprise and doesn't want you to see. Landon came in and I swear she was gonna blow her top!"

"Ah, well I can't wait to see it. I was actually calling to ask you how therapy went?" He said and I groaned.

I added sexual assault and rape trauma to my list of issues in therapy, and today was my first session of us discussing what happened, and ways to cope with it so I hopefully didn't get any relapse temptations.

"Was fine. Sucked as always" I muttered, not really wanting to relive today's therapy session.

"I'm sorry baby. If it makes you feel better, I also talked about it in therapy" he said nonchalantly, catching me off gaurd.

"Oh? About what? You weren't R worded" I censored, glancing towards Gemma when I heard her rummage through her bin.

"No, but my girlfriend was.. and I want to learn how to be helpful. They suggested couples therapy for it" He brought up, catching my attention.

"Couples therapy? Why?"

"Well.. I guess in a way we can talk about it together? Learn how to grow from it. How to handle it"

"Oh"

"Are you interested?" He asked, shifting his position, causing the screen to shake.

"Um.. I don't know. It's still pretty fresh"

"Well isn't that the best time to do it? Nip it in the bud before it becomes an issue?" He asked and I stayed quiet, "Well I won't force you. Just an idea" He said and I nodded.

Gemma yelled for me to come help her, needing the next piece of paper. I couldn't help but smile fondly at her work. They all looked adorable.

Colby was talking to me about some meeting he had earlier today when Gemma called for me again, asking me to draw her a moo, frowning when Colby laughed.

"No!" She cried and I rolled my eyes, drawing her a cow, except she then got mad that it didn't look how it looked on her book, getting up and dragging that annoying ass book to the table to show me.

I practically traced the damn book to make my child happy, praying the day would come here quicker for when I could toss that shit in the trash.

"I should give her art projects more often. I've never seen a two year old sit still for this long" I told Colby, sitting down on the floor to fold laundry.

I swear it was never ending.

I wish I could tell me a year ago that it got worse when they became toddlers. Not only does she leak through diapers and spill on herself, but she's starting to strip out of her clothes and run around naked just for the hell of it.

She's making me a mound of laundry by the day.

"Her birthday is coming around the corner" Colby brought up and I nodded, bringing my finger to my mouth and glancing towards Gemma. "Do you have plans?" He asked in a loud whisper that made me roll my eyes.

Did he miss me telling him to shush?

I nodded, scrolling through Gabe and I's texts, sending a screenshot of her plans to him.

"No more talking toys!" I warned, Colby grinning.

"So I shouldn't buy her a stuffed cow that moos when you squeeze it?"

"Like a damn dog toy? I will cut off your balls and feed it to a damn cow if you do that" I threatened, his eyes going wide.

"Damn, feisty you are"

"I'm over hearing that damn book go mooooooo at 3 in the morning. She's insisted on sleeping with it, and lately she's been sleeping in my bed because I've been working more lately which has fluffed up our routine. I wake up and fall asleep too damn animal noises! I live in the fluffing city Cole!" I cried out, trying to be aware of the little ears not too far from me.

I really needed to get my swearing under control now that she was repeating us.

"Okay okay, no mooing cows. I got it, damn" he laughed and I groaned, rubbing at my temples.

"She needs a new fixation"

"How about ducks?' He asked, quacking at me.

I stifled a laugh, shaking my head, "Did you just fucking quack at me?" I asked, letting it slip.

"Quack quack"

"Shut up, that's no better than a cow mooing! In fact it's just more repetitive. At least a moo is drawn out. Not just like quack quack quack quack" I imitated, and then Gemma quacked from the table and I wanted to die. "I swear to god Colby" I groaned, hoping she doesn't start quacking twenty four seven now.

"Hey G?! What does a cow say?" He loudly asked, laughing as she went "mooooooo" from the table.

That night Gemma hand delivered her invitations to Landon, Xander and Finn, all three of them complimenting her drawing skills and I could just see the pride fill in her eyes, my heart wanting to burst at the idea of her being proud of herself.

Before work I dropped Gemma off at my parents, her invitations tight in her hand as she stood on her tip-toes, trying to reach the bell.

"Mama! Elp peas!" She cried, her arm stretched as far as she could.

We listened to the bell chim, Gemma giggling at the noise, waiting for someone to let us in.

Lexi let us in on her way out, kissing Gemma quickly before passing us, Gemma frowning.

"Tation?" She frowned, showing me the envelopes.

"We can leave it for Nonna and Papa baby, come on. Momma has to go bye bye. Let's go find Papa" I encouraged, trying to distract her from Lexi leaving too quickly.

After work Gemma and I went to the post office, Gemma was extremely excited to toss her invitations to Sammy, Coco and Meow into the big blue box.

"Coco go birfday arty?" She asked and I giggled, nodding.

"He wouldn't miss it for the world sunshine" I reassured, not realizing the nickname that slipped from my lips.

The morning of Gemma's birthday, she woke up bright and early, screaming about birthday breakfast.

Gemma helped me make pancakes, sneaking bits and pieces of the pancakes before we were done, making it so three or four had missing chunks.

"Mama yum!" she giggled, stuffing the piece of pancake into her mouth.

"Yeah? You did good baby" I laughed, her hand holding out a piece of pancake. I let her feed it to me, "Yum!" I grinned, Gemma giggling, grabbing a different pancake and taking a bite out of it.

I'll be surprised if any were left untouched.

Colby called whilst I plated the pancakes, making sure to make a few for Logan and Xander that didn't have toddler germs on them, wishing Gemma a happy birthday.

I caught myself smiling as they talked to each other, Gemma asking if he got her picture.

"I did! You did a great job Gem. Just like your momma and papa!" He encouraged, Gemma's shoulders slinking up to her chin as she became bashful.

"Ike papa?" She asked, a big grin on my face when I realized she became shy at the idea of drawing like her papa.

"Better than Papa!" Colby responded, a big smile on Gem's face, my eyes becoming wet.

"No etter dan papa! Papa est!" She argued and I caught Colby grinning at her, my heart picking up in pace.

"He is pretty good, but I think in a few years he's gonna have some pretty good competition. I mean look at this color theory-" he joked, holding up her multicolored scribble filled invitation. "Van Gough could never" he teased, a loud laugh falling from my lips.

"Baby, she doesn't know what any of that sh- is. I'm honestly surprised you do" I teased, catching myself mid curse.

"Hey! I am very smart and talented! In case you forgot, I helped you with that art piece for Sam!" He defended and I snickered, shaking my head.

"You were afraid to touch the canvas for ages!" I teased, Gemma stuffing a piece of her cut up pancake into her mouth.

Once we let Cokby go, Gemma ran down the hall to Landon's room, practically breaking down his door and I quickly shouted, "Make sure you're covered! Two year old coming in!" before the door opened, a plate of pancakes in hand. "Gem made breakfast" I announced, glad to see Landon and Xander were covered.

"Happy birthday G" Landon hummed, laying on his stomach, Gemma running over to him. "What'd you make?" His sleepy voice asked, trying to sound more excited for the bouncing toddler.

"pah-aches!" She giggled, bouncing on her feet.

I showed the plate of pancakes, Landon adjusting to sit up, pulling Gemma up onto the bed, kissing her cheek.

"You didn't make moooo pancakes?" He asked, her eyes going wide and snapping to mine.

I instantly glared at my younger brother, Gemma gasping.

"MAMA MOOOOO ACHES!" She yelled, Landon smirking and letting her wiggle off their bed.

I flipped Landon off as we left, Gemma running back to the kitchen demanding I make cow pancakes, meaning I needed to Google how to, but then she started crying because she wanted them now and I was moving too slow.

We then had our second tantrum of the morning when they didn't turn out how the picture in her head looked.

"This is your fault" I told Landon, having called him out for reinforcement.

We somehow got them to look semi okay, not wanting her birthday to be ruined before breakfast was even done.

Right before Gemma got up from her nap, Gabe and Zara arrived, and I was thankful Gemma seemed happy that Gabe was the one to get her from her nap.

"Look at the birthday girl!" Zara cheered, Gemma running over to her with a giggle. "Are you ready to go?" She asked, Gabe sitting down with her shoes.

Gabe and Zara were taking Gemma out for a few hours so I could prepare the apartment for the party. My dad was picking up Colby from the airport and then meeting me here to help out. Sam and Kat flew out to be with Sam's family for Thanksgiving and his birthday, promising to call later and wish Gemma a happy birthday.

Whilst pulling vanilla cupcakes out of the oven, I heard the front door open, catching my attention.

"Hello?" I called out, expecting it to be Landon having forgotten something. When there was no response. I tossed the oven mitts onto the counter, rounding the corner only to see Colby slipping off his shoes.

"Hi baby, your dad let me in" He grinned, looking up at me from his shoes, my arms immediately wrapping around his waist, greeting him with a kiss.

"I've missed you" I sighed, Colby squeezing me.

"Missed you more" he kissed me again, "I hate to let you go, but I really need to piss" he said, making me laugh.

"Such a romantic!" I called back, Colby slipping past me to the bathroom.

My dad got started on blowing up balloons whilst I got in the zone of filling cupcake liners when Colby wrapped his arms around me from behind, making me jump.

"Jesus christ!" I shrieked, hearing him laugh. "YOU MADE ME DROP MY CUPCAKE!" I yelled, seeing the cupcake that was once in my hand, now by my foot.

"You almost made me drop my croissant!" He mocked the meme, bending down to grab it off the floor, "Five second rule" he said, before peeling it out of the liner and plopping it in his mouth. "HAWT!" he breathed out and I cackled, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!"

"Tastes good" he shrugged after gulping down the cupcake. "These are cute by the way" He held up the black cupcake liner that had little cows on them.

"I'm all cowed out, and I feel like it's just begun" I sighed, pushing a few of the cupcakes away from the edge.

Colby helped my dad set up the cringey banner as I got the snack bowls ready, feeling extremely anxious about making this party go smoothly.

Colby ended up joining me in the shower, wrapping his arms around my naked body, thankfully announcing himself before entering.

Colby laid sweet kisses against my neck whilst I shaved my legs, making my spine tingle

"That tickles" I mumbled, carefully shaving around my knee.

"I'm sorry" He mumbled against my skin, his hand moving my wet hair out of the way. "You just look so beautiful" he hummed, squeezing my ass.

"You know some people use self control" I teased, straightening my posture, turning to face him.

"Baby, I have none when it comes to you" He let a smile slip, his hands cupping my face as he leaned down to kiss me.

"Mm" I moaned into it, not being able to get my words out. "Cole- Colby" I struggled, Colby's head falling to my shoulder, littering my collarbone in tender kisses. "We can't. I'm not ready and people are gonna be here soon" I reminded him, wincing when his teeth pressed into my skin. "You better not leave a noticeable hickey!" I warned, my head rolling back at the feeling, my hips pushing outwards involuntarily.

"Seems ready to me" he hummed, his hand slipping down to my hip, his fingertips brushing against my ass as he left his hand there.

"Colby" I warned and he groaned.

"I've missed you and your beautiful velvet skin baby. I'm not going to fuck you, I just want to love up on you. Your vagina has a chokehold on my cock baby. What you say goes, but I'd still like to love on the areas I can. You said no, and I respect that but if you'll allow me, I'd still like to feel your skin under mine"

I gave into his touch, basking in the feeling of his affection.

"You know in those like romantic movies how they like wash each other's hair? I can't even see the top of your head" I snickered, passing him the shampoo.

"Do you want to?" He asked, popping my shampoo bottle back open.

"You're gonna smell like flowers" I grinned, Colby rolling his eyes.

Colby leaned on his knees in front of me, passing me the bottle.

"Better?" He asked, my laugh bouncing off the shower walls, making my ears ring a little.

"Are you going to suck my cock whilst you're down there?" I grinned, Colby letting the water wet his hair as I poured the soap onto my hand.

"I'd bring you to an orgasm so fast if you let me" He groaned, my hands running through his hair, spreading the soap, my nails softly scratching his scalp. Colby moaned, making my cunt pulsate, my eyes closing, feeling his hands on my skin. "God that feels good. You should do that more often" he hummed as I washed out the soap.

"Do you want conditioner?" I questioned, trying to ignore his sounds of pleasure and then annoyance when I stopped.

"Anything to get your fingers back in my hair" He smirked and I wanted to smack him so bad.

I ran the conditioner through his hair, Colby placing tender kisses against the lower part of my breasts, driving me inside when his tongue teased my nipple, keeping all of his touches right under where I so desperately wanted him.

"You're being a brat" I muttered, rinsing out the condition as he continued to leave teasing touches.

"Stop trying to resist me and give into the pleasure your body is craving" He muttered against my skin, biting softly against the extra fat on my stomach.

"Hey" I frowned, flicking the back of his head with my finger.

"Did you just flick me?" He asked, his eyes full of surprise.

"You bit my fat!"

"It's very biteable"

"Word to the wise, maybe don't draw attention to the areas I'm insecure of" I teased, carding my fingers through his wet hair, watching the water droplets roll down his collarbones to his chest.

"But I love those areas" He said, biting near my belly button, making me wince again.

"Stop biting me, you vampire" I gripped his hair, pulling a little, watching his facial reactions but he just nibbled my skin again, his hand sliding up my thigh and going to my hip bone making my skin feel like I was on fire.

I pulled at Colby's hair, getting him to unlatch from my skin.

"Please don't leave bruises on my skin. The ones on my hips and boobs are finally going away" I said softly, watching his eyes soften, apologizing, his lips littering kissing from my knee to my upper thigh, pressing a tender kiss to each passing bruise that was in the shape of fingerprints.

I felt his tongue brush against the bruise, my eyes closing as my head leaned back, my hand lost in his hair.

"The only marks that should be on your beautiful skin is from love. I love right here" He kissed my hip, "and here" he moved towards my extra weight, placing a few kisses in different areas, "and here" he hummed, sucking on my right hip bone, soothing the area. I felt him smirk against my skin before he grabbed my leg, lifting it over his shoulder, supporting my thigh. "And here" he breathed against my now quivering cunt, pressing a soft kiss against my lips, a low moan falling from my lips.

"Fuck, do that again!" I begged, Colby happily obliged, pressing another feather like kiss to my clit.

I felt myself clench around nothing as he did it again, except this time his tongue flicked it softly making my toes curl as my hand reached out for the shower wall to support myself, my hips involuntarily grinding against him.

I felt myself try to move at a fast pace against his slow touches, Colby looking up at me from under my leg, our eyes connecting and I felt my heart rate slow down as he placed soft kisses against my inner thigh.

My tight muscles relaxed as he moved down my thigh, his fingers rubbing against my folders before slipping into me, my eyes falling shut as my lips parted.

I could feel my stomach tighten as my breathing became more intense, groaning when he slipped his fingers out of me and let my leg back down.

"What are you-" I tried to talk, Colby getting up and cutting me off with a kiss, his hands resting on my hips.

"You're beautiful inside and out, you know that?" He asked, my eyes opening from the kiss, feeling his breath against my lips.

"You stopped my orgasm to tell me I was pretty?"

"No, that you're beautiful. That's very different Leighton" He teased, his nose brushing against mine making me turn my head out of embarrassment.

"Can you just fuck me already?" I whined, Colby's finger moving under my jaw, turning me back to him, kissing me again.

"I rather listen to your sweet moans for hours-"

"Cole I swear to god if you don't make me cum within the next two minutes-" I whined, knowing we really didn't have time for his tender touches.

As much as I loved them, people were going to be here in two hours, and I wasn't ready at all.

This shower was supposed to be 10 minutes max.

"You're really killing the mood here baby" He teased, pinning my hands to the wall.

"You killed my orgasm. You created this monster now you better feed it"

"Careful or I'll fill that pretty little mouth of yours with yours with my cum"

"Promise?"

"Do you love it baby?" I laughed, watching her inspect her birthday outfit in the mirror before squalling "Yes!" running to hug me. "I'm glad, let's do your hair and then you can go show Nonna and Papa"

"And Coco!"

"And Coco" I nodded, grabbing her little hand and walking with her to the bathroom. "How do you want it lovebug"

We pulled Gemma's hair into little big tails, plopping the cute little bow on her head.

I pulled out my phone and took a few mirror selfies with her, sending Gabe and Colby, one of me kissing her cheek, a big smile on her face.

Gemma ran over to Colby, doing a spin, basking in his compliments before showing my parents, and finally Gabe and Zara.

It was weird to think about how much she's grown in just two years.

She went from being a little baby in the NICU to a giggly bouncing toddler.

I laid in bed last night scrolling through my pregnancy photos and early newborn pictures, crying as I thought about her being two.

The hardest photos to look at were when Gemma was on oxygen. It definitely made me feel extremely grateful to see her running around and playing knowing just how different things could've gone.

Gabe and I sat next to Gemma, offering her presents to open as people filmed and took photos, cheering her on.

Every time she opened a present and we said who it was from, she'd run over to the person and hug them, melting my heart.

"What did you get Gem? Can you show Roo?" I asked, pointing towards Lexi who had my phone. "Can you say thank you Sam and Kat?" I encouraged, Gemma's eyes stuck on the box, showing her what was inside.

I laughed softly, kissing the top of her head, "I think it's safe to say she likes it"

"Open ease?" She asked, turning her head to look up at me.

"Later baby, we got more things to open! Coco got you a gift, Papa got you a gift, daddy got you a gift" I motioned towards the unopened presents.

"Coco!" She squealed, Colby reaching over and sliding the big box towards her, pulling out his phone, ready to film her reaction.

The wrapping paper was off in an instant, not even giving me enough time to make fun of how it was wrapped, Gemma squealing at the picture on the front.

Gemma shoved the box out of the way, shooting up off my lap and booking it to Colby, collapsing into his chest.

"Say thank you Gem" I reminded her, a muffled childlike thank you being heard, the group aweing and laughing at her reaction.

"You're very welcome Gem" He kissed her head, Gemma running back over to us, dropping to her knees, her little hands slapping the box as she stared.

It was safe to say that was the first present we were taking out of the box.

Gabe helped set up the toy, and once Gemma figured out how it worked, she was cruising all over the apartment, running into walls and over toes to the point I had to pull her aside and give her rules.

Of course, being a toddler who didn't understand rules yet, she broke every single one of them but Gabe told me to let it go and let her enjoy her birthday.

"I sent Sam the video, he's glad she likes it and says to let him know when things die down and he'll call" Colby said, showing me the text.

I nodded and leaned against his arm, watching her and Noel play with a few toys, both of them covered in frosting from the cupcakes.

"I'm happy she has a friend" I said softly, Colby wrapping his arm around my waist, his hand resting on the front of my hip.

"Do you think they'll be friends for a long time?" he asked and I watched the two toddlers play, nodding.

"I hope so. Her mom's really nice too"

"Yeah? You're making friends?" He teased, and I looked up at him to see him grinning down at me. When his eyes met mine, he leaned down to kiss me, letting it linger before I felt little hands slap my foot, my eyes popping open, finding Harper at my feet.

I giggled, lifting her up and kissing her cheek. "Is it uncle Colby?" I asked, Colby giving the one year old attention.

Harper roped Colby into playing with her, making my heart explode as April elbowed me, a mischievous look in her eye.

"He's so good with kids" April daydreamed, watching Colby adore Harper right in front of us. "That's your sister's kid, right?" She questioned, and I nodded.

"Technically brothers, but they've been married long enough, she might as well be" I joked, spotting Cynthia and Logan talking to my parents.

"You've got quite the full house here" She noted, looking around and I nodded.

"A lot of people love that little girl. I'm extremely grateful" I sent her a small smile, feeling a little awkward.

"So.. Do you think he's the one?" She asked, catching me off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think you'll get married?" She reiterated.

I practically snorted, shaking my head. "When we started hanging out, he told me he never thought about marriage. About tying down so I doubt it" I answered truthfully, feeling like I was punched in the stomach with reality.

"Things change, you know?" She said, sounding optimistic but I couldn't help but mutter, "Feelings about topics like that don't easily change"

"Do you want to get married?" She asked, my brow furrowed.

"To Colby?"

"Or in general"

"Of course. White picket fence, a litter of kids, the whole nine yards.. I just.. I don't think it's in the cards for me" I admitted, weary for sharing too much to someone I've only known a little over a month.

"Why wouldn't it be in the cards? You guys seem happy" She noted and I sighed.

"Life has a funny way of showing you your destiny. Some people aren't meant to have a happy healthy forever kind of path. Some people hit the sticks and tumble down some rocks, plopping into a creek" I said nonchalantly, not thinking much of what I said until I heard April laugh. "What?"

"You know what cleans you? It's one of the reasons people are baptized in water. To wash away the sins, start fresh, be new, you know?" She said, the religion talk catching me off guard.

"I don't know.."

"You said you're twenty three right?" She asked and I nodded, "You're practically a baby still. You have a whole life to find forever"

"You found forever, and you don't look that old" I spoke before thinking, my eyes widening. "I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologized, April laughing.

"Kevin and I have known each other a long time. We were friends, we dated other people but at the end of the day... we couldn't find better. That doesn't mean we're perfect for each other, and for all I know there could be someone better... but I don't want someone better" She said, and I instantly felt shitty.

"I'm glad you're happy April" I said, her face seeming confused and I groaned, "I didn't mean to sound bitchy. I'm genuinely happy you're happy. I'm happy you found someone you feel like that with" I corrected, my eyes glancing towards Colby who had a pile of girls three and under, on top of him.

"You have it too" She said, getting me to look back at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Happiness. Love. That man hasn't stopped looking at you or your daughter since I got here" April had a small smile on her face, my eyes immediately going back to Colby who was laying on the ground, two toddlers on his chest as they giggled, Colby pretending making some sort of monster noises.

April and I chatted for a while, watching the hustle and bustle of my family and friends mingling before the toddlers ran up to us, begging for a cupcake.

The party started winding down, only a few of us left, Gemma and Noel on a sugar high as they played throughout the apartment.

"Do you think they'll be friends forever?" April asked, leaning against my counter as she dried dishes, the sounds of their gibberish in the background, playing with new toys.

"I hope so. I'd hate for either of the girls to deal with that sort of heartbreak. Gem.. I don't know. I feel like she's social with adults because that's all she's been around. Hopefully she'll befriend some toddlers. Gabe and I plan to put her into preschool whenever we can"

"Is co-parenting hard?" April asked and I shrugged, explaining we just started. "I can't imagine having to split my time with Noel" She said, sounding like that was her worst nightmare.

"Well I.. I mean, yeah.. it's hard.. but.." I pushed my lips together, glancing towards the soaper water.

"But?"

"I'm used to it" I shamefully admitted, not wanting to look over towards her.

She stayed quiet which I was thankful for, Colby stepping into the kitchen, asking me to move so he could grab a garbage bag, kissing my cheek before he left.

"How old is Colby?" She asked and without thinking I told her 25, almost 26. "It's interesting that he's so young and wants this. Like without obligation" She said and when I stayed quiet she sighed. "I didn't mean to make you question things. I'm sorry. I love that he's so involved. Just find it interesting, that's all"

Sam ended up calling us whilst Gemma was in the bath, Gemma showing him her bubbles, laughing when she saw herself on the screen with bubbles on her head.

I feel like the older she's getting, the more fun she's having when they call. Sam sometimes will call just hang out whilst he's editing, and Gemma usually finds a way to become the center of attention, making it so he gets nothing done but he claims he wouldn't have it any other way.

Besides this morning, today had been full of giggles and smiles and I couldn't help but crawl into my bed where Gemma and Colby were snuggling with a smile on my face.

"Have you had a good birthday Gem?" I asked, rolling over to face her, pulling the blanket up over us, Colby fast asleep on the other side of her.

She nodded and I felt like my heart could burst.

"I'm glad. Are you excited to hang out with Grandpa and Mimi tomorrow?" I questioned, trying to prepare Gemma to spend thanksgiving with her dad.

She shook her head.

"Why not?"

"Be wit Coco" She mumbled, sleep apparent as she slurred her words, snuggling into Colby's sleeping body.

"You'll see Colby again baby. Daddy and Zara want to spend time with you" I said softly, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes.

"Coco go bye bye?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Not for a little while. He wanted to hang out with his baby G" I smiled, snuggling closer to her, letting my arm drape over her and Colby, my hand resting on Colby's chest.

The day of Sam's birthday Colby planned a surprise trip to a farm not too far from us that was used as an education center for kids, and the entire drive there we heard "We dare yet?" driving me up a wall.

I've never been happier in my life to see fields of farmland, and know we were at our destination.

Gemma unclipped her car seat buckles, earning a surprising scolding from Colby about how dangerous that is and to never do it again, ending in tears.

I was surprised that Colby didn't cave and snuggle her, but basically told her to get over it which made me laugh since I knew how with one bat of the eye he would be a puddle on the floor.

Gemma was dressed in cow print overalls and a shirt that read "moo" and Colby plopped a cow print cowgirl hat on her, chuckling about how we'll never lose her.

"This feels excessive" I mumbled to him, not wanting Gemma to hear me as she waddled in front of us, her eyes taking in the big red barn.

"She looks cute, leave her alone" Colby scolded quietly, squeezing my hand in his.

"I can't believe you bought her a cowgirl hat"

"Well she has to look the part" He declared, turning to look at me, "And I got one for you, but you didn't want it. We all could've been matching"

"When you said you had errands to run, cowgirl hats aren't what I was expecting you to come back with" I snickered, swatting the top of his hat so it would cover his eyes, annoying Colby.

"Whenever you're ready to join in on our fun, just say the word" He hummed, spinning my cowgirl hat on his wrist.

We got our wristbands, Colby paying for the event saying it was part of Gemma's birthday present.

"Are you ready to go have fun G?" He asked her, Gemma holding his hand as we came to a fenced off area for the chickens.

Gemma jumped when one of the chickens squawked, her eyes wide before she could even reply to Colby, her head whipping up to look at Colby, glaring as he laughed at her.

"Can you go cock-a-doodle-doo Gem?" Colby asked, mocking the sound of a rooster, pretending like she wasn't shooting daggers at him for laughing at her.

"Cwockwawoodledooo" She copied, stumbling over herself, melting my heart.

"Hello!" An elderly woman greeted, Gemma's eyes locked on a chicken that was picking up seed. "How old is she?" She asked, Gemma clinging to Colby's leg.

"She just turned two" I smiled fondly, the woman aweing.

"So precious! What's her name?"

"Gemma"

"Hello Gemma! I'm Heather" The woman waved, Colby nudging Gemma's shoulder to see if she'll wave back.

I laughed when she gave a quick fast wave, the woman grabbing an egg out of the coop.

"Would you look at that! It's still warm! Would you like to hold the egg Gemma?" Heather asked, wincing as she crouched down, "These knees don't work the same as they used to" She joked, rocking a little.

"Do you want to hold the egg G?" Colby asked, moving closer to the elderly woman.

"I think she's a little intimidated by the chickens" I snickered, seeing her cling to Colby still, watching a chicken that was coming closer to her.

"G, you're okay" He chuckled, "How about we go hold the egg and get away from the chicken?" he offered and she nodded, walking over to the woman with him after he handed me his phone, the camera already opened and ready.

I snapped a few photos of Gemma holding the egg, her face scrunched up the second the apparent warm egg was in her hand.

"Yucky" She wrinkled her nose, all of us laughing.

"It came from the chickens butt" Colby decided to tell her, Gemma's eyes going wide as her jaw dropped.

"IT'S BUTT?!" She gasped and I swear I was going to wet my pants. "EWWWWWW!" She squealed, dropping the egg on the ground, it splattering. "AH!" She yelled, the yolk landing on her shoe. "Mama!" She yelled, her noises catching the chickens' attention, Colby and I too busy laughing to notice she was balling her eyes out, running to me, chickens squawking as they almost got stepped on.

Colby scooped Gemma up and put her on the back of her shoulders as we walked to the pigs, Gemma covered her nose with her hand, her face scrunched up.

"Coco see moos?!" She asked, Colby shaking his head.

"Not yet, we're gonna see the piggy's!" He did a few pig snorts in her neck making her giggle and shrivel her shoulders up, her hand shoving his face away.

I joined in with him, Colby crouching a little so I could reach, Gemma belly laughing so hard that it went silent.

A man holding a feed bucket placed some of the feed in my hand, telling me to keep an open palm and the pig would eat out of it, my face scrunching up from the slobber left behind.

Colby continued to take photos of us, whether it be singular shots of Gem or I, or photos as a group, he constantly had his phone out taking photos and videos, the smile on both of their faces making me fall even harder for this man.

By the time we reached the cows, Gemma was losing her shit.

I swear you would think she was meeting some boyband member she's been loving for 13 years.

She kept repeating, "Coco mooooo!" and "Mama mooo!" As she excitedly pointed towards them.

"Look baby G, you match!" Colby pointed, her eyes wide.

"MATCH!" She copied, jumping up and down.

"Can you say cow, Gemma?" I asked, picking her up so she had a better look at them.

"COW!"

A cow came over towards us, grazing on the grass and Colby helped Gemma pet the side of the cow, all three of our hands lightly touching the cow when I looked over at Gemma and I could practically see the memory forming inside of her little head.

We were making memories as a family right now, and I just knew this one would be one of her earliest memories and that thought alone made me want to ball my little eyes out.

I took a photo of Gemma and Colby holding hands, walking towards the horses, both of them wearing their cowboy/girl hats.

I wanted to die out of cuteness from today.

There is something about watching my boyfriend and daughter bond together that was really making my ovaries crave something I knew we weren't ready for.

We were immediately matched with a trainer and a horse that was really good with kids, Gemma clinging to me like her life depended on it.

"The horsey is so nice Gemma" Colby tried to engage her, both of us seeing she was extremely nervous.

I picked her up so she didn't feel like the horse was as massive, the trainer coming back with some snacks.

"Would you like to feed Trigger an apple?" The middle aged man asked, placing an apple on the palm of his hand, feeding it to the horse. "He doesn't bite. He's been around kids since he was a foul" He explained to Gemma, Gemma's grip on my shoulder loosened when she watched Colby do it, Colby laughing when the horse's lips touched his hand.

It took a little bit of confidence boosting but we finally got Gemma willing to hold the apple in her hand, Colby taking a photo of G and I next to the horse, telling her to "Smile!" earning the picture perfect toddler cheesy grin, the horse sneaking the apple quickly out of her hand, sending her into a fit of giggles, wiping her now slobbered hand on my shirt, making me gasp.

"Eww, Gemma!" I teased, scrunching my face up, her laugh getting louder.

God I loved her laugh. There was something so incredible about hearing your child belly laugh.

"Babe, look" Colby laughed, showing me a few photos he just took.

The first photo was cute, Gemma was smiling really big, holding her hand out with the apple, a smile on my own face and as you went through the next 2 photos you watched the horse steal it, and then Gemma belly laughing as my face was all scrunched up.

The man put a carrot in his mouth, feeding it to the horse, pretending to kiss the horse which made Gemma laugh and when we watched back the video of Colby copying the man, all you could hear was Gemma's giggles; both Colby and I grinning at the sound.

"Want to try babe?" Colby asked, offering me a carrot and I quickly shook my head. "Why not?"

"Horses scare me" I confessed, glaring at my boyfriend who was trying to hold back his laugh.

"So there is no way I'd get you to ride with me?" He asked and I cringed, wrinkling my nose.

"If Gemma does it, I'll think about it" I bargained, highly doubting my two year old would want to go sit on a horse, considering she seems hesitant to even stand next to it.

"Promise?" He asked and I nodded. "Gemma wanna come sit with Coco and pet the horsey?" Colby asked, "I'll hold you so tight the entire time, promise!" He continued, stepping Into the stirrup and throwing himself over, adjusting slightly before holding out his hand to her.

Gemma was nervous but she nodded, Colby holding his arms out, letting me hand her off to him.

"Look at you, bug!" I cheered, snapping a photo of her, Colby's strong arms moving in front of her, cradling her body. "You're so big!" I grinned, the trainer grabbing the leading rope.

I kept my eyes locked on the loves of my life, one because I was scared as hell that something would happen to Gemma, and two I loved the way Colby held her and he would murmur things to her, making her laugh.

Everything felt surreal today. The idea that this could be our everyday, hanging out and exploring the world together felt like a fairytale you'd only see in Disney, yet here I was, living the dream that I never would've imagined for myself.

They walked around a bit until Gemma seemed like she was over it, Colby giving me a knowing look.

"Come on baby" He said and I quickly shook my head.

"Absolutely not!"

"Leighton, we had a deal!"

"She's two! She doesn't know how scary the world is yet!" I argued back, nerves starting to crawl up my skin.

"Exactly! If a two year old can do it, a twenty three year old can do it" he tried again but I held my ground.

"That's not how fears work Cole!"

"Please, you promised! Gemma, tell mommy you want her to ride horses with us!" Colby tried to coax her, the trainer feeding Trigger another apple, rubbing his snout.

One way or another I wound up on the horse, Colby keeping me steady and the trainer handed me Gemma and I locked my arms around her.

I held my breath as the horse started to move, my whole body going rigid.

"Breathe baby" Colby murmured against my ear but I struggled, closing my eyes which ended up being more terrifying, popping them back open.

"It's cute you're scared of horses" he snickered softly in my ear.

"Me being afraid if something is cute? You're twisted Brock!" I hissed, my thumbs rubbing in a soothing motion over the fabric of Gemma's clothes.

"I would've never picked you out in a lineup as a girl afraid of horses" He hummed, the horse picking up pace a bit, the air getting knocked out of my lungs. "Baby, you're okay. We're barely moving. Gemma's having fun, relax" he coaxed, his thumb rubbing against my arm, my head leaning back against his chest as I tried to breathe.

I felt his breath against my ear, his low smooth words sending a chill down my spine. "Feel like a princess yet, darling?" He asked, and I stifled a groan, the memory of me telling him sometimes I wanted to feel like a princess coming to mind. Colby's teeth graced the shell of my ear, avoiding my piercings before kissing my cheek.

The car ride home was full of laughter and singing, Colby and I stealing glances at each other as we listened to Gemma try and along to the radio until she fell asleep, clutching her new stuffed cow that Coby had gotten her from the gift shop, the car coming to a blissful silence.

Colby's thumb grazed my knuckles, his eyes on the road when I turned to look at him.

"Today was really fun, I'm glad we got to hang out together like this before you have to leave to go film. It felt really nice to see you guys hang out. Made me feel like maybe I had finally found a good path to walk down" I said quickly, biting my bottom lip at the end, afraid to admit those words too loudly.

"I always have a blast when I'm with my girls" He said, causing my stomach to flip, bringing my hand to his mouth, leaving two sweet kisses.

"Thank you for being an incredible Coco to her. You're truly one of a kind" I murmured, a boyish grin on his face as he listened to my words.

"Thank you for allowing me to be her Coco. I love that little girl like she was my own you know" he said, stopping my heart.

"You mean that?" I questioned, my voice cracking.

He chuckled, glancing over at me, "She's been mine since the second my eyes landed on her beautiful little face, straight out of your vagina" he half joked, shooting me a grin.

"I love your story telling babe, it's very visualizing and heartfelt" I teased, Colby squeezing my hand.

"The best for the best!" He grinned, our facial expressions matching as I let out a content sigh.

"Thank you for choosing me" I said quietly, turning to look out of the window.

"I didn't choose you baby, you found me and it's been quite the ride since" He teased. "I uh.. I know you thought me loving you was fast.. and that.. you were worried I didn't know what I was getting into.. that I was playing some sort or game or whatever.. but when you know you know. The second I really got to know you.. it was over for me. Not only did this eccentric girl drive me wild, but her beautiful little daughter had me wrapped around her finger too. You're my girls. At the end of the day I'm coming home to you. I lay in my bed and I think about you. Ever since... ever since I found out you were pregnant, it was weird. I didn't think I'd want to be involved, you know? And then I heard her perfect little heartbeat and something just flipped in my chest. I saw you in this whole new light. You weren't a stranger sitting in my living room anymore. You started to open up more and really let us get to know you, all because of that little girl back there. If anything, I owe my entire source of happiness to Gemma. You two have truly changed my life since day one, and I wouldn't change it for the world. Today was the first of many family dates, and I can wholeheartedly tell you I can't wait for me... which uh.. leads me to my next question" He said, sounding nervous which made my heart race, my insides going in all sorts of circles as I felt a plethora of emotions run through me.

"Which is?"

"Will you come home and meet my parents?"

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a/n: Each photo is a slide

colbybrock: Happy birthday to my partner in crime! I can't believe 2 years ago today I had the privilege to watch you come into this world and we haven't left each others side since! Dream big bug, coco loves you! November 25th 2022

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A chapter of wholesome fluff could only mean one thing...

Written on: January 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th 2023

Published on: January 7th 2023

Word Count: 8.3k

Part Forty Nine

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DANIEL AND DELLA INTERACTIONS🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲‼️💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

sorry this took so long ☹️ i was just gonna include this in upcoming i-land chapters but that’s gonna take a whiiille (since daniel was in ground in majority of pt 1)

bringing back mini chapters since long ones are.. hard for me rn... i have the ideas but i can’t seem to put them down on paper

“Dude, if I call you Dani, are you D-A-N-I or D-A-N-N-Y?” Della asked. “-and in Hangul, is it 다니 like 다니엘 or 댄니?” [dani — daniel — daenni]

“D-A-N-N-Y no? Isn’t D-A-N-I short for Danielle or something? And I guess it’s… 다니.. wait no 댄니..? Both don’t sound right.” [dani — daenni]

“Right?! 다니? 댄니..? It’s just Dani, y’know? Also- D-A-N-I can be short for Daniel too I mean- it’s completely up to you.”

“True, and I guess D-A-N-I seems more fitting to me rather than D-A-N-N-Y ‘cause it sounds a bit too-”

“What are you guys talking about…?” Sunoo couldn’t take it anymore.

“All I heard is 다니, 댄니, D-A-N-I-N-N, why, why,” Jungwon chuckled.

“Right, me too,” Sunoo laughed.

“I hope my dad is proud of me,” Alice smiled to herself as she was flipping her salisbury steaks. Double D were assisting Jay and Alice in the kitchen. “Embracing my American side.”

“Wait! I just realised!” Daniel exclaimed. “The chefs are the Korean-Americanz!”

“Dani, I’m not American” “She’s not American” “Della’s not a foreigner,” Jay, Alice and Della said in unison.

“You’re not?!” Daniel looked at Della with wide eyes.

“Where did you hear that?!” the girl looked so confused.

“Huh.. I guess I was hoping for us to seem more like siblings.”

“It’s kinda hilarious how most of the hyungs have a crush on you,” Daniel blurted out while they were waiting for everyone else to finish getting ready for the stage.

“Dani!” Della’s eyes widened. She removed her head from his shoulder to slap his arm. “The staff!” she whisper-yelled.

“They’re all busy tending to the others, they can’t hear us,” he assured.

The girl turned her attention to the crowd of people. Half of which are the I-Landers (excluding K, Hanbin and Alice since they were also done) and the other being the staff.

Just in time to catch all the I-Landers staring at her and Daniel. She sent a wink over to Jungwon, who was the only one who didn’t immediately look away.

“As much as I love you and see you as my noona. Try not to hurt them, okay? Most of them are going to be in the same group and you will most probably be in it too so I hope you come to a conclusion that doesn’t mess up the dynamic or anything,” she sighed at his advice.

“Honestly- I’ve never caught feelings for more than one person before, and I’ve also never rejected someone I actually like-like,” he wrapped an arm around her and pushed her head to lay on his shoulder again.

“You’re a smart girl, Lala. I’m sure you can figure out what’s best for everyone.”

“Oh my God- I just realised you’re born in 06, you’re really young,” Della suddenly said while laying down on the other blue room bed. “I keep forgetting since you’re so tall and mature.”

“That’s flattering, Delle, thank you,” Daniel shifted in his bed to show her his smile. “We’re almost exactly three years apart.”

“Plus we’re both INFJ and our initials are KD,” Daniel’s eyes widened while he pointed to the girl.

“Broo,” Della reciprocated his gesture. “-and we both speak English and we’re both tall.”

“And we both like romance and horror!” her eyes widened again. “And we both need something to hug while we sleep!”

“Okay- well you just learned that a couple hours ago from my PR video but yes!” he sat up from excitement. “Ah but you’re not an only child.”

“Nahh. I was for seven years though,” she let out a small smile while looking at the younger. “I might introduce you to my sister when she gets older and you’re both single or something.”

“Noo, why are you saying that like we’re not gonna debut together?! I’m gonna meet your sister and parents soon, Delle, and you’re gonna meet my parents too.”

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zeldas-cigarrette · 3 years

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⊱┊𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃

— pairing; ⚢donna sheridan x fem!reader

— word count; 3.3k

— summary; Sophie organised an afternoon of speed dating for her mother. You happened to be a customer at the certain restaurant it took place, and it seemed as if Donna was more interested in you than in all the guys that came for her. (lots of fluff because I can’t bring myself to write smut atm. ) xx

— fluff 🍰₊˚.༄ ೃ -

—❥ author’s note; My obsession with Meryl Streep keeps me sane during all those exams I have atm… Again, I’m so sorry for not posting my requests but I tried finishing them all but when I read them again they were so insanely bad, I can’t upload them… I will rewrite them probably next weekend (if I have enough time). But thanks for sticking around although I’m not as active (which will change in a few weeks, when I’ve finished my finals).

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The sun was already burning down when Donna found out about her daughter's plans for the afternoon. Apparently, Sophie decided to host a speed dating for her mother in some restaurant on the island. She wasn’t interested in the first place but for the sake of her daughter, Donna decided to give it a try - maybe she’ll find the love of her life? It wasn’t until both mother and daughter arrived at the chosen restaurant when the older woman started worrying about what’s to come behind those doors. The few birds that gathered on the windowsill started chirping as if they were trying to warn her, „don’t go in!” but it seemed too late for that. „I don’t know if this is the right thing Soph,” Donna lurked through the window, seeing a couple of older guys waiting eagerly for someone to entertain them. „It’s gonna be fun Mum, just let it happen,” and with the huge smile spread over the young girl's face, she pushed the door open. Quickly the smell of food surrounded both women.

Only a couple of women were interested in dating as well, everyone was already sat on separate tables only waiting for the main host to start the thing. On the first look, none of these men caught her eye, none of them looked attractive. However, who was she to judge? Said and done, Donna took a seat opposite of a man with full fair hair and glasses. The two minutes started in which they were supposed to get to know each other.

You were sat in the corner of the restaurant, observing the show you were offered from afar. The people, including the owner, were making a fuss about the speed dating someone had arranged. You had moved to the island just a couple of months ago and though such things as speed dating were a pretty common thing in England, it seemed to be hardly a thing around here. Chewing on a shrimp, you wanted to hold back the laughter when you saw the angelic-looking woman’s face when one of the guys seemingly told her an interesting fact about him. She didn’t look very happy with the selection of men. Luckily you had an amazing view of the ocean and you could watch the sun gleaming on the water.

For every passing minute, Donna regretted the decision she made. The first guy was as dull as his name, Tom had 15 cats. He told her a story of when a few of his cats got sick and vomited in his flat. It was a full-on ramble for two minutes not letting his opponent get to word for once. Donna wasn’t sure if she had control of her face, but if she wasn’t at least the guy knew how horrible he was. The next one - didn’t even introduce himself - was shy. So shy that he only stared down on his fingers. Therefore when Donna made the first move and told him a little about her life, he could only nod and blankly stare a hole into the hotel owner.

Sunken in a daydream, you scribbled something in your notebook hoping the words would turn into poems. When you first came to the island you had hoped to overcome the ongoing writer's block, but until now not even the alluring landscape could change that. It ever so often occurred that your eyes landed on the woman with the golden locks not sure if it’s because of how dissatisfied she looked or if it’s her that captured you. Often you came to this restaurant to get the words flowing or to talk to the owners. They have been welcoming from the first moment, so you decided to go there again and again until it became the only restaurant you’d go to.

Meanwhile, Donna was meeting the fourth guy that wanted to meet her. It seemed to be a better start than the rest of the guys, he wasn’t perfect but neither was he as self-centered as the ones before. Their conversation was good until he dropped the 'women belong in the kitchen’ bomb. It ruined everything for her. „Alright people, we’re gonna take a short break so everyone can let the impressions sink in,” Sophie quickly interrupted when she saw how uncomfortable her mother felt. Each of the participants got up and walked out on the terrace or ordered drinks from the bar. Donna scoffed and buried her head in her hands. „This is awful,” it was only a whisper but audible to her daughter. „I’m sorry, I really thought that you’re gonna have fun,” the girl replied. Without another word the woman got up and wanted to walk a few steps to stretch the tense muscles in her leg when she spotted you sitting in the corner of the room.

She took small steps to reach your table, she was curious about what you were doing there all alone scribbling in your notebook. At first, you didn’t notice her coming towards you, but when you did she seemed as if a halo would enlighten her. The notebook was closed in an instant when you realized that you were the aim she was about to reach. „Hi” you greeted her with a wide smile. „Hello, I noticed you sitting all alone,” it was obvious that Donna searched for an opportunity to escape the dating hell her daughter had organised. You saw in how deep of misery the woman was. „Would you like to sit with me for a while?” you requested and pointed at the chair opposite of you. The noise in the overfilled restaurant was deafening so the blonde woman didn’t bother using words and just pulled out a chair. „You don’t know in how many ways you just saved me,” she smirked and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. You blushed but tried to hide it while leaning your face in both of your hands.

„I saw you’ve been busy over there, isn’t speed dating fun?” you teased not knowing if it was alright to overstep this line. „They’re all abhorrently boring and irritating,” the woman huffed and throws a disapproving look at the crowd of men. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, you’ve never had the problem with weird men. „I’m Y/n by the way,” you reached out your hand which she gladly shook. „Nice to meet you, my name’s Donna.” Even her name sounded angelic. The woman’s company brought you joy and even ideas for new poems came to your mind. „You could stay here until it’s over, I don’t mind,” you suggested avoiding eye contact, fearing rejection. „I’d love to,” it sounded like heaven to you. Therefore she stayed and every time you looked at her, you hated to avert your gaze the next second. Although Donna seemed to enjoy herself, the men on the other side of the room looked as if they were disappointed that she left. „One of their cats vomited in their flat,” she told you rolling her eyes. „Aww, I love cats but without the vomiting,” you giggled and tried to find out who it was by just scanning them. „It’s the blond one,” she pointed at a tall, skinny guy. „Oh yes, he absolutely looks like a cat guy,” you remarked dryly not averting your gaze from the giraffe-like man.

Sophie saw her mother sitting with you, smiling and giggling sometimes. She didn’t dare to make her comeback and go through another round.

„Would you like something to eat while you’re waiting for this to be over?” you asked shyly. „Actually, yes! I’ve been starving since we’ve come here and the conversations I’ve had didn’t make it go away,” Donna explained and bit down her lip. You waved for Elias, a waiter, for her to order. You’ve been exploring the island with him a couple of times and learned that he would rather like to work on the mainland as a teacher than work at his parent's restaurant. The food was served in less than ten minutes and she hummed while eating. „This has to be the best one I’ve eaten yet,” Donna declared while putting the cutlery on her plate.

Donna admired you for your kindness of letting her stay with you, she was lost in the eyes of yours and how your y/h/c hair was blown from the wind from time to time. The opened window offered her a marvellous view on the deep blue ocean. She felt safe in your company and the stories you’d told her about your future plans captured her. „Then why have you decided to come to Kalokairi when you plan on becoming a writer?” the older woman curiously asked. „Well, I had a very severe writers block and wanted to be surrounded by nature and I’ve a lot about this place in tourist guides so I decided to come here to get my writing flowing,” you explained. „Oh I’m sorry, I hope you’ve overcome it by now.” „I think I just did,” you cheekily replied. Unknowingly that your time was up by now, Sophie strutted over to the both of you.

„Mum, I’m sorry to interrupt but we’re done,” the young girl smiled while looking at you. „I’d really like to do this again,” Donna circled with her finger on the table, „I’ll just give you my address and you can come over some time.” Donna scribbled something on a napkin and handed it to you. You tried to hide the huge smile that was about to form on your lips. „Thanks, I’d also love to repeat this,” your whisper was barely audible. Donna just winked before leaving with her daughter, she was gone and left you with butterflies in your stomach. That day you’re writers block seemed to be gone and you were finally able to bring some words on paper.

»As I sat and looked at her and the rolling hills she sat upon I thought, what amazing luck I have that the world had created such beautiful things and given me the eyes to see them.« *

At first, you’ve been too afraid to drop that little poem off at her house, but when you gathered enough courage you just went for it. It was only when you arrived that you realised she was managing a hotel. You quickly dropped it off with your phone number written on it, not brave enough to give it to her in person. The following hours consisted of you having almost a nervous breakdown not wanting to receive rejection again. You had enough of that for a lifetime. Was she even interested in that way or was she just being nice? It took her until the next morning to get back to you, but when she did, it brought your heart to quiver.

She invited you over for a walk along the coastline by sunset. Whenever Donna laughed, it felt as if the world was changing for the better, and she smiled like a goddess. When the sun was almost gone and barely visible, it made the whole island shimmer in a shade of magenta. The older woman seemed as if she took a liking to you, that’s when you realised the arm sneaked around you. It was that day when you never wanted to leave Kalokairi or the high you’ve been on since you first saw her.

—♡︎

Over the weeks you two had somehow developed an unspoken romantic relationship, none of you were brave enough to talk about the strong feelings in between. When Donna wasn’t busy working in the Hotel, you did almost everything together, sat by the beach while you used her as your muse for writing or you two cuddled on the couch.

You had sent your work to a publisher in New York when you had gathered a few more poems and one night you received an email. They actually wanted you in New York, the head of the company wanted to meet you first and if everything goes well he wanted to offer you a contract and an apartment in which you could get your words flowing. Although that sounded like a dream to you, so surreal and perfect to be true, your true new home was the island and the mere thought about leaving was too much. That’s why you didn’t tell Donna. You weren’t sure if this was the right time or if she’d even care.

„Why did they have to leave her out, just because she couldn’t pay for the country club?” the thing you loved about her, was that she always commented on the movies you watched. „It seems unfair to me,” you added and snuggled closer. You were partly on your laptop to check your mails for a confirmation on an order you placed. She was holding you close while her head was resting on yours. It was the smell of the ocean that comforted you and made your eyelids heavy. You had never stayed overnight at her house because you didn’t know if that was alright for her, so you fought against tiredness. Few strands of her hair slightly covered your eyes which only caused you to give in to your exhaustion more.

The steady sound of the movie and her beating heart made you even more tired until you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. A comforting wave of sleep hit you and soon you were comforted in a dream. It wasn’t until the woman you’d fallen asleep on moved abruptly, that you woke up. „Ouch,” you murmured and your head jolted in an upward direction. „I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Donna sounded weird but you brushed it off due to the late hour. „Don’t worry, is everything alright?” you then asked while straightening your back. Only a light hum was a response to your question, she then focused on the movie again. Minutes passed and your eyelids started to feel like cement. „Okay, you know what? It’s not okay. I know going through your things wasn’t right, but your laptop was open and I’ve seen the email from the publisher and internally I’m going mad and-“

„Stop,” it was a short but loud enough interruption of her rambling. Donna's eyes grew wide. „I don’t mind if you’re going through my things, but before you assume something you could’ve asked me, because I wasn’t planning on going,” you didn’t want to snap in that way. Only a regretful „Oh..” broke the uncomfortable silence. You felt bad for speaking to her in that tone. „I’m sorry but I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you, I just found you.” A small but proud smile formed on your lips, maybe the feelings were mutual. „I’m not going anywhere,” you quietly replied. Both of you started staring at the screen of the tv again, wordlessly. „Y/n?”

You hummed in response. „I think I love you.” „You think?” you laughed, „because I might love you too.” Her hands quickly found your face and pulled you in her direction, „Is that alright?” A slight nod confirmed and Donna’s lips found yours. They moved against yours in sync and that’s when you first noticed how soft they were, she tasted like peach and lavender. „Your hair’s so soft,” she mumbled when she stopped for air, after that Donna quickly found your lips again. „And your cute when you’re all worried,” you added when you gasped for air.

That night you stayed with Donna and fell asleep cuddling her. She wore a blue pyjama with puppies all over it, you were gushing over how adorable she looked.

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„Come on we’re going to be late for the ferry if you don’t hurry up,” Donna rushed past you to turn off the kitchen lights. „Yeah yeah don’t rush me or I’m never gonna finish,” you replied and closed your suitcase. You were going home for your father's birthday and they wanted to meet the woman that you couldn’t stop talking about. „Ready?” „Yes.” Donna stretched out her hand for you and pulled you after her. „I hope they’ll like me,” she pondered while loading the suitcases in the trunk. „They will absolutely love you, trust me,” you said and helped her closing up.

The ferry was crowded as usual and you two barely had enough space so Donna demanded you to sit on her lap. „I hope we’re gonna catch our flight,” the woman mumbled and nervously checked her wristwatch. „Don’t sweat it, we’re gonna make it on time it’s still early,” you cackled, knowing that she was nervous. The ferry sailed over the water just as gracefully as a bull in a china shop. When the ferry reached the mainland, Donna and you quickly rushed to a cab and drove to the nearest airport. The sky was flawlessly blue, not a cloud could be seen.

Not a lot of people decided to fly to England on that day, you could count 17 people at the checkpoint. In the meantime Donna was a nervous wreck, the woman constantly fidgeted with the keychains. „Ew your hands are sweaty,” you joked when you took hers in yours, „don’t be afraid, I’m with you the whole time.” Donna forced a smile on her face then followed you on the airplane. It wasn’t a long flight, maybe four or five hours. The start was a rough patch, Donna’s anxiety of flying was at its highest and she was seemingly about to throw up. Luckily you could talk her down and she soon fell asleep.

Arriving in London Southend, which was close to your parent's house, your girlfriend's nerves seemed to be calmed and you almost thought she’d taken something. „Let’s get out of here, my brother’s gonna pick us up,” you declared as both of you got your luggage. „He’s very much into cars and all that stuff, so if he’s annoying you just tell him to shut up, I do this every time.” „Oh I hope it’s not getting too complicated so that I can keep up,” she stifled a laugh and cheerily followed you along to the exit. As usual, your brother couldn’t shut up about the new cars he is about to tune, but luckily the ride was only about 40 minutes.

Your father was fascinated by Donna, the two of them got along quite well and even your mother seemed to approve of your choice this time. There have been a few women she wasn’t fond of, almost hated them and in retrospect, she was right about them. As it got darker outside, your father's guests said their goodbyes and left one by one until only the five of you were left at the table. „We’re gonna go to bed, it’s getting late and I’ve got work tomorrow,” your father declared and clapped his hands on both of his legs before getting up. „Yeah me too,” your brother said.

„Wanna sit in front of the fireplace for a while?” you asked as all of them were gone. „Absolutely.” „Thanks for coming, I was afraid you wouldn’t like my family because of how crazy they are sometimes,” you whispered when you draped a blanket over the both of you. „They’re all lovely people, I’m happy they don’t seem to hate me,” Donna joked. „They don’t, they love you but maybe not as much as I do,” you sweet-talked. Her finger booped your nose before she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. „Can I hold your hand?” she quietly asked. You nodded, feeling her soft palms against yours was enough to make you feel safe. While you sat there watching the fire die out, the grip around Donna got tighter, fearing she’d be gone as soon as the sun rises. But she wasn’t, she was still there in the morning and the morning after and so on. You were happy with her, happier than you would’ve imagined.

* used a poem from atticus

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Secret Life of Gojo Satoru 2

Part 1

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x fem! Reader

Summary: What is the worst thing that could happen if you left the twins with their father?

Word Count: 1000+

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“I'll be back soon okay? Behave with Dada, understood?” the twins just nodded their head and kissed your cheeks, when you flicked your eyes upwards you met Gojo's blue ones. “You know that I would always find out if you'll be feeding them tons of chocolate. No chocolates, or else you'll be sleeping at your room in Jujutsu High.” Gojo felt like his heart stopped beating, he knew that you're not lying, if there is anything he has learned in this marriage it is the fact that you never spat empty threats.

The first time you threatened him like this, he ignored it and still bribed the kids with sweets and when you found out, he did slept at his room in Jujutsu High, Yaga was laughing his ass off when he found out and he even mocked him of how he was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the community but in the house you are the ruler, Gojo didn't mind it, he loves you so dearly and your toughness made him fall for you.

Gojo has a sweet tooth, it is because he has to keep on eating sweets because of his technique and even if you have a sweet tooth as well you wouldn't want your kids to have too much sugar and you have to remind Gojo over and over again that he shouldn't give them too much sweets, they have to learn to eat nutritious food and Gojo being Gojo, he uses the sweets to bribe the kids, that's why you were forced to teach him a lesson by letting him sleep in jujutsu high, much to Yaga's amusement.

With a pale face he picked up the twins and smiled at you sweetly, “No sweets for the kids today, got it Mama.” he told you and you laughed before kissing him on his cheeks, you heard him whine about how you missed his lips but you just stuck your tongue out. “You can have all the kisses later, Satoru but if you feed them sweets you should just kiss the wall.” Gojo dramatically looked at you and shook his head, “Then just give me one kiss right now, I need motivation baby.” the twins looked at their father with disgusted faces and when you were about to lean in to kiss Gojo, Akira cupped your face and kissed you instead.

Gojo never felt so betrayed in his whole life. He was about to lean in to kiss you but Akihiro pushed his face away before leaning towards you.

“Aww babies, I love you. Come here Hiro, let Mama kiss you.” Hiro giggled and gave you a kiss and you giggled at the two, “Better luck next time, Satoru.” you winked at your husband and went out of your house and you swear you could hear Gojo's whines about the kiss that he didn't get but you just laughed it off.

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“Dada! We're hungry!” The twins told their father as they got tired of running around the house, so far Gojo is being able to manage to take care of the two and he felt relieved that they're not throwing tantrums as of now.

He pat their heads and stood up, “Alright, Dada will cook for you two. But you guys should behave. I'll turn on the TV, watch some cartoons and let Dada do the work is that okay?” the twins nodded their head in excitement and sat at the carpet on the living room while holding their toys, before Gojo left the living room to went to the kitchen he saw the twins held each other's hand as they watch. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, he decided to silently take a picture so he could show you later.

The twins are fond of fried chicken that's why Gojo decided to fry some but as he waits for the chicken to get cooked he heard a loud crash and he ran to see what happened and he was frozen at what he saw.

“Dada! Hiro broke the vase because he threw the ball!” Gojo's jaw dropped when he saw the vase, Hiro was pouting and glaring at his sister saying that she's not suppose to say what happened. Gojo immediately picked them up and made them sat at the couch as he clean the broken pieces of the vase, after making sure that it was all taken care of he looked at the twins.

Gojo is not that strict as a parent, he believes that his children should be guided in what they do not to be controlled on what to do and if they made a mistake they should learn from their own failures. But that's not the case with three year olds.

“Hiro, look at Dada.” he sat at the front of the two and gave them a smile to reassure them that he's not mad. “That vase is not really important because we can buy another but if something happened to you or to your sister, Mama and I would be upset because you two are our most valuable treasure. You were planning to clean your mess and hide it to Dada weren't you?” Gojo asked his son.

Akihiro looked at his tiny hands and sniffed, “Sorry Dada.” he whispered and Gojo cupped his face gently to make him look up at him, “Just promise you won't keep any secrets from Dada and Mama. Also, don't fight with Akira alright? You two should protect each other do you understand?” Hiro nodded his head and looked at his sister, he hugged her and kissed her cheeks. “Sorry, Kira.” Gojo smiled and ruffled their hair before standing up.

“Don't worry about the vase, I'll be the one to explain to Mama. Watch TV and wait for me to finish cooking.” he kissed their foreheads and went back to kitchen, thank goodness the chicken didn't get burned.

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When Gojo finished cooking, he called the twins to the kitchen and made them sat on their designated chairs before he placed down their foods. “After eating, we'll take a bath. You two smell bad.” Gojo lied and the twins glared at him. “No! You are smelly Dada! Mama said we smell good!” he laughed as he saw the twins' noses turned red in annoyance, it's a thing that the two inherited from you, the only difference is that your whole face gets red every time you're annoyed.

It was cute and he loves that the twins got that trait from you, “Kira, don't be messy.” Hiro reached for a tissue and wiped his sister's mouth while Gojo watched them with a smile plastered on his lips, he can't believe these kids are his, he's thankful that he found a woman who was strong enough to stay with him and gave him two angels, he couldn't ask for more.

“Kids, look at here. Dada will send Mama a picture.”

The twins smiled at the camera and Gojo chuckled before sending them to you with a caption. “Our 12 rounds that night are worth it babe, look at our angels.” he knows he'll receive a smack for that caption but he'll cross the bridge when he get there.

As he had said, he have to give the twins a bath and they are both excited to take a bath so it wasn't a tough job for Gojo, “Dada you stink! Shower already!” Akira pinched her nose and frowned at Gojo, Hiro laughed and also started teasing his father. “That's why Mama didn't kiss Dada he smells bad!” Hiro splashed water to Gojo and Gojo gasped.

“Young man, you want a fight?”

“Kira help!”

The twins ended up giving their father a bath, Gojo was all wet and the kids are not yet done so he told them to settle down so he could finish and take a bath on his own.

After that, Gojo took them in their room and dressed them, he put some baby powder in their back and when they were all done he took the box of toys from the top of the cabinet so the twins could play in their room. “Stay here while I shower alright? Shout for Dada if you need something.” The twins are too busy playing to give him attention that's why they just gave him a thumbs up, Gojo shook his head with a chuckle before he ran to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

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Akihiro got bored playing his toys and he poked his sister's arm. “This is not fun, let's play other things.” Akira frowned but agreed to her brother, “What are we gonna play though?” Akihiro looked around the room and his gaze landed at the pillow, he was planning on throwing it to Akira and have a pillow fight but whe he got closer to the pillows, he saw the big bottle of baby powder, Akihiro waste no time and turn the lid befor squeezing it.

Akira's face was so white because of the powder, she wiped away the powder on her face before glaring at her brother, Hiro giggled and run away, Akira looked around to search for the other bottle of baby powder since she knew they have so many of that and when she successfully saw one she climb on the chair and reach for the baby powder placed on the table. She climbed down the chair and removed the seal before squeezing it towards her brother's direction.

The floor became slippery because of the powder, the twins are falling around the room but they didn't mind it, instead they giggled every time they fall and as they keep on going, they ran out of baby powder.

“Mine's empty now, let me get another one.” Hiro told his sister before he climbed at the same chair where his sister climbed and took two bottles of baby powder giving the other one to Kira.

Their war resumed and at the exact moment, Gojo just got out of the shower, he could hear their giggles and he was about to smile but as he sense the trouble, he immediately ran and his knees almost gave in when he saw that the whole room is covered by powder.

“DADA!”

Gojo had to drop his infinity when the twins charged themselves towards him, the next thing he knew his face was now full of powder, the twins' giggles filled his ears and Gojo decided to laugh it off. “We're all so dead.” he wiped his face and looked at his children, being a mischievous dad that he is, he wiped his hands on their faces and the twin ran away from him.

The three of them ran inside the room, slipping from time to time, when Gojo finally caught the twins he carried them and shook them as an attempt to get rid of the powders, “Wow Dada is so strong!” Akihiro giggled while Kira held onto her Dad tightly, “Enough, enough, Dada too high, too high.” Gojo put them down in front of a full length mirror and he sat in between them, “Look at our faces. You think Mama will still love us?” the twins giggled and nodded their heads.

When you got inside the house the first thing you heard were giggles, as you follow the voices you stopped on the room of the twins and when you opened it you saw Gojo and the twins trying to get rid of the evidences of their mess.

Gojo's hair has never been whiter, he's not wearing any shirt and his whole body is full of baby powder. The twins? They're worse than that to the point that you couldn't even describe their apperances in words.

“Gojo Satoru.” you called your husband, your voice stern and your stare was blank.

And at that moment, Gojo knows that he fucked up.

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