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melrodrigo · 11 months

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Tardy, part 4

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: You take Tara on the long awaited first date, how will it go?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, so much fluff you might throw up, teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This is purely a filler chapter because R and Tara deserve a break, here’s some fluffy shit. I’m not really sure how I feel about it, but as always; thank you for the love!

In the end, it doesn’t take you that long to plan the date.

It might be because you’ve been dreaming about this moment for months, or it’s just that easy being with Tara.

There was a famous festival happening soon, and you’ve always wanted to take a girl there. Do all the cliche things, win her a bear; ride the Ferris wheel; make out in a secluded alleyway.

“So where are we going?” Tara muses as she sidles close to you.

You raise an eyebrow at her, “That desperate already?”

She rolls her eyes, “I think we established that already.”

“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Mindy asks from the couch. Sam’s eyes immediately narrow.

Please don’t mess this up for me, Mindy.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how hot YN looks today,” Tara answers quickly, smirking as you turn red.

Sam grimaces at her statement, mumbling something not-so-nice under her breath.

Chad’s also been particularly gloomy today, after overhearing a conversation between Mindy and Tara about your date.

He’s shut off every attempt Tara’s made at small talk, shooing her off with a not-so-subtle glare.

You can see it in her stance, her shoulders somewhat sagged; she’s burdened by it.

You wait until Tara leaves (gets forced) by Sam to go for a grocery trip.

Sam claims it’s for “sister bonding time”, all the while Tara is screaming and crying trying to get out of her sister’s grip.

You manage to calm her down by pressing a kiss to Tara’s forehead and whispering that she should go. She pouts but hesitantly leaves.

As soon as the door closes, you turn and make your way to Chad in the living room. Mindy gets up, shooting you a look before leaving you guys alone.

You sit beside Chad on the couch, feet bouncing; eyes staring at the ceiling.

He’s silent; too silent for your liking.

A few minutes pass before you think that maybe you should bail, you didn’t have to do this right now.

“Did you have to mess everything up?” He finally speaks, voice hot.

You roll your eyes, of course, he was going to be dramatic.

“Tara picked me. Respect her opinion bro.” You say, malice laced with the last word.

He doesn’t budge, ”She would’ve picked me if you didn’t swoop in. I was this close.”

He makes a gesture with his hands, pinching them together. You feel the anger rising in you steadily.

But for the sake of Tara, and peace altogether; you don’t make a scene.

“The heart wants what it wants, I’m sorry.” You whisper.

Chad groans, but you can tell he softens up a bit; body language opening up.

He hesitates before speaking again.

“I’m- I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean to fall for Tara. I just couldn’t help it, you know?”

He looks like he’s fighting tears. You can’t help but feel bad; he was just a lovesick boy.

You sigh and pat his back gently.

“I know,” You murmur, “And I get it, truly I do. But Tara’s made up her mind, and I’ve certainly made up my mind; so stop acting like a man-child and be a good friend. She’s going through a hard time right now.”

Your words linger in the air before Chad breathes out heavily.

“You’re…you’re right. I hate to admit it but you’re right.” He says it like he’s just realizing it now himself.

“I’m sorry too, I know it’s hard to see happen right in front of you..” You trail off, reminiscing on a certain someone from your past. You snap out of it when Chad speaks again.

“I won’t be a jerk to Tara, I promise. Can’t guarantee I won’t be a little snappy to you though.”

You breathe out in relief, nodding and sticking your hand out to him.

“That’s fair.” Is what you say, and he takes you in a firm handshake. Laughs a little bit.

“I can’t believe Tara likes a dork like you.” He says, gesturing to your hand with a nod of his head.

You chuckle slightly.

“I can’t either.”

The butterflies are fluttering so wildly in your stomach at this point you think they might just force their way up and out your mouth.

It’s the date.

You fidget with your fingers, sitting on the couch waiting for Tara to come out. You check the time on your wristwatch, you guys have to move soon if you want to fit all the activity plans you’ve set up.

“Tar? You done?” Your voice cracks a little, and you’re extremely grateful Tara can’t see your face right now.

You cough to hide it.

“Wait! I’ll be done in five.” She yells. You would believe her if it wasn’t the millionth time she’s said it in the past hour.

“Yeah, five hours.” You mumble.

“Shut up!“

Your ears perk up, blushing in embarrassment that she heard you.

You sit obediently until Tara opens the door, dressed in black overalls with a white t-shirt inside.

It’s not much, but it’s not like you have to do much when you look like that.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel your heartbeat race impossibly faster.

“You done? Or are you just going to keep gawking at me til I make you move?”

God, she was annoying.

You shake your head, snapping out your love-filled daze. “Yeah yeah, let’s go superstar.”

The drive there calms you down a bit. The minute you got into your car Tara had taken hold of the AUX, happily DJ-ing for the trip.

You’re quite the music freak, but you didn’t mind her controlling it this one time.

You knew it was worth it when you watched her scroll through her playlist, eyebrows furrowed; a slight frown on her face in concentration.

God, she was adorable.

You blink, surprised by your own thoughts. Jesus, this was worse than you thought. This girl had you saying shit like that?

Tara finally stops scrolling and presses one triumphantly. Glue song by Beabadobee and Clairo starts playing.

It’s a cute song, and it relaxes your nerves and helps you loosen up.

By the time you’re there, you feel normal; good even. It’s just another day with Tara, comfortable, and loving.

It’s hard not to smile like an idiot, taking her hand in yours and dragging her over to the carnival opening.

It’s amazing. The lights, the endless games, the mouthwatering food.

You stand agape, unsure of where to go first. Thankfully, it looks like Tara’s in the same boat.

Her eyes lock in on something and she gasps.

“There! There’s a haunted house over there, let’s go!” She’s like a child with the excitement that radiates off her.

You raise an eyebrow.

“We just got attacked by Ghostface and you want to go into a haunted house?”

She shrugs, disregarding your statement.

“Doesn’t matter, I love haunted houses.”

Hm. That’s kind of psychotic. You decide it’s sort of hot.

You nod, and Tara brightens up; practically dragging you over in a hurry.

“Two tickets please.” You tell the teenager working the booth; who looks like they would rather be doing anything but this.

She hands you the tickets and you and Tara stand hand in hand, waiting in front of the big house.

“You scared?” Tara smirks, eyeing your nervous mannerisms.

“In your dreams.” You return.

Turns out, you might’ve really been in Tara’s dreams because that was one hell of a haunted house. You’re pretty sure you almost shit yourself at some point.

It’s not so bad when you remember how Tara would flinch and retract back into you though.

It’s pathetic how a single touch could turn scary into euphoric.

You guys scour the whole carnival after that, giggling as you bump tiny cars with each other, ride all the rollercoasters; well, all the rollercoasters that allowed a 5’0 person to be on.

Tara pulls you into a tent, lights dimmed and kisses you like her life depends on it. Hands grabbing at your face, a soft groan leaves her lips as you bite down on her bottom lip.

You briefly feel sand beneath your feet, and you don’t pay much mind to it; until the sound of big theater lights turns on and shines into your eyes. You and Tara practically jump away from each other, startled.

You’re met with the sight of children and adults alike; staring straight at you. They’re sitting on connecting chairs, mouths wide open.

You look around for the first time and notice the humongous red ball, the striped hoops, and the elephant hiding behind the back curtain.

Oh.

You speak fast before you can make it much worse.

“Sorry ‘bout that folks, consider it a little preshow!” You bow, and quickly take Tara’s hand, running out of the tent and into the carnival again.

Tara’s giggling so hard that she has to stop and catch her breath.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cry.” She manages to squeak out as she puts a hand over her stomach to calm down.

The rest of the night is spent in bliss, the food is amazing, and the lights reflecting on her face makes her somehow more beautiful.

You manage to win her a little teddy bear, and she beams as she pulls it into her side. She doesn’t let go of the bear for the rest of the night.

When you guys get back to the apartment, climbing in by the window to avoid Sam; Tara’s still giggling slightly.

You pull her forward and wrap her in your arms. It isn’t a very “first date” move, but the beer you had at the carnival must be making you extra confident.

“How was that for a first date?” You muse, brushing your nose against hers.

Tara looks flushed as she answers.

“It was good.” She says, voice high. It only helps your confidence boost higher.

“Would you want to go on another one?” You whisper, eyes flitting down to her lips and back to her other eye.

Triangle method, gotcha.

Tara leans impossibly closer, centimeters away from your lips.

She’s breathing heavily, and it takes everything in you not to kiss her. You want to make sure she wants it; you’ll let her take her time.

“I definitely would. Are you gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?”

Her words take you by surprise, eyebrows raising.

“Bold,” You murmur. “But yes, Tara, will you be my girlfriend?”

She nods, but it’s barely visible because she’s so close to you. It’s getting harder by the second to not just take her face in your hands and kiss her until she can’t breathe.

“Absolutely.” And she closes the gap between you two, kissing you softly; with emotion, with passion.

You sigh a little at the kiss. Who knew Tara Carpenter was such a romantic?

It turns heated fast, and you guys don’t stop, not even when you hear the front door open and the sound of Sam’s voice ringing.

It’s not until Sam actually opens the door to Tara’s bedroom that you break away and try to turn your face.

The look on her face is mixed with disgust and that lingering suspicion she always has when she sees you.

You can’t stare very long though, because Tara’s already pulling your face back; desperate to keep your attention and taking you in a searing kiss.

You hear Sam scoff, but it sounds a million miles away.

“Go away, Sam,” Tara says against your lips, and you can’t help but smile at her daring attitude.

Surprisingly, Sam does. Walking to her room with a sigh, probably knowing that if she started an argument she would lose.

Tara doesn’t waste any time pushing you down on her bed, straddling your waist; lips still fused together.

She grinds on you just slightly as she lets out a huff.

“You’re in for one long night.”

Tara’s a little wobbly the next day, and you’re shining; proud glint in your eyes.

You both look like crackheads, smiling bright; and you can tell it bugs Sam by the way she leaves the room when you enter.

When Tara walks over and sits directly in your lap, it seems to send Sam over the edge because she stands abruptly; announcing to everyone that she’s leaving to go to the station.

“The police station? Why are you going there?” You ask, cocking your head to the side.

Sam grabs her phone and wallet as she answers, “Detective Bailey called. He says he wants to meet me. Talk about something with Ghostface.”

Tara perks up in your lap, “Ghostface? Does he have leads?”

Sam shrugs and continues making her way through the hallway and out the front door.

Tara turns to you and gives you a quick peck. She doesn’t have to say anything, you understand her perfectly. She’s going to go with Sam.

You nod in understanding, letting go of your hands around her waist.

There’s not much to do when Tara’s gone, so you decide to go take a quick shower. Trying to make breakfast was a disaster, and there might’ve been a couple of flour stains and egg yolk on you.

It’s nice, peaceful. You feel like you’re on cloud 9, yesterday and today was like a dream.

The illusion shatters when you step out of the shower and find 3 missed calls from Tara. Worry immediately pangs in you.

You hurriedly click into her contact and press the dial button. It’s cut off immediately.

“Shit.” You mumble, wrapping a towel around yourself and rushing out of the bathroom.

You get dressed in record time, don’t explain to the rest of the gang where you’re going; curious eyes on you.

The trip to the station is a short one, well it’s short because you’re literally speeding there; hands gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turn white.

You practically burst through the doors, startling the hoard of officers sitting down.

You stop, hold a hand up; and catch your breath for a second.

“Where’s…where’s Detective Bailey?”

A worried-looking front desk officer is the one who answers you. Leads you to the interrogation, makes you wait in front of it.

You fiddle with your thumbs, head low as you wait in front of the tiny room. They take 10 more minutes, but it feels like hours to you.

When the door opens, you leap out of your seat and take Tara in a bear hug.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t answer, I was in the shower.” You mumble into her hair, and you’re so caught up with being rejoiced she’s alive that you don’t notice that she doesn’t hug you back.

She pulls away, and swerves your attempt at kissing her, turning her head so your lips only brush her cheeks.

Sam looks at you; angry energy radiating off her body.

You suddenly feel weird, like the atmosphere has shifted.

You frown and peer down at Tara’s face. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, tight expression.

“Tara?”

“Let’s just go home. I’m not going to do this here.” She says.

Your brows furrow. “Do what?”

She doesn’t answer, but she does let you entwine your pinky fingers as you walk out, and you rejoice a little.

The walk to their apartment is silent, only interrupted by a couple of jabs from Sam at you.

It isn’t until you enter Tara’s room; door closed that she turns on you, with an expression you don’t recognize.

“Why did they find your DNA at the crime scene?”

#tardy #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #scream vi #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #vada cavell x reader

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ultralightpoe · 5 months

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Full House llll -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Merry Christmas Pookies! Today I am blessing you with not one but TWO NEW FULL HOUSE CHAPTERS! Because I love you guys so so much.

Word Count: 10,668

Warnings: Semi Smut. Cheesy engagement here folks.

Part one HERE .... Part Two HERE.... Part Three HERE

(Thank you for the gif @thehumming6irdwrites )

Enjoy!

“Edward! Edwardedwardedward-“ That seemed to be the only thing you could manage to say, hand clutched into his own so hard that he could feel the bones crack under the skin.

He can do nothing but watch in amazement as you push, and push and push and he thinks that you look so angelic.

The nurses keep cheering you on, handing you ice chips here and there as he swipes your hair out of your eyes to try and help.

“You’re doing so great. You’re almost there, give us another push.” The nurse mumbles as the doctor keeps busy trying to help you.

“You’re so fucking metal.” Eddie smiles, letting you squeeze his hand. “So metal.”

You cry out, and then there is one. He cries, the newborn baby cries, you sob. Eddie doesn’t know whether to follow the nurses with his kid or to keep with you and support you.

He is answered when you shove him lightly. “Go.”

And he does, heart beating through his throat as he walks up to where they are holding the baby.

He doesn’t like how aggressive the nurses are being, and he wants them to lighten their touches but at the same time he understood that they knew what they are doing.

The baby sobs as they press him to the scale, and Eddie can’t help but say something. “Take it easy on him, man. He’s new to the world.”

And he hears you laugh before you cry out. It was all a flurry, they brought the first one back and replaced him with the second. You held the first, hospital dress moved down so the baby can get skin to skin contact to calm him down.

Then the second baby comes back and you grab him as well, letting both calm down in your presence as Eddie gulps and watches.

They were here. Holy shit these were tiny humans. He helped make these things.

He leans a little closer to look at them as tears roll down your eyes and he leans to touch one of their cheeks gently. “Hey buddies.”

“Got any names mom and dad?” The nurse asks, holding a clipboard. Eddie could barely tear his eyes away.

You look at him with wide eyes. “Eddie?”

“No no. I’m not the one that just shoved them out my cooch. You name them.”

“Even if I name one of them Arnold?”

“I’ll find nicknames.” He mumbles, hands shaking as you try to hand him a bundle. “Welcome to the world rockstar.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” He winces as the car hits a pothole. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You laugh, laying against the window and keeping your lower half comfortable as he drives home, the new twins buckled safely in the backseat.

“I keep hitting all the bumps and holes.” He sighs, casting an eye to you. “I don’t want to bother the boys and I don’t want you being in pain.”

“Those car seats are comfortable.” You sigh. “And I can’t feel my lower half so-“

“The drugs that good?”

“Yeah. And the fact that woman have enough pain tolerance that the chemicals in their body made the memory seem more sweet the painful so that they might want to do it again.” You murmur, watching as he flinches while hitting another bump and looking nervously to the babies in the back.

“Women are metal man.”

“You know you have to move faster than 10 miles an hour right?” You tease.

“I’m trying. I’m a bit nervous.” He blushes, shaking his head.

“Oh…..” is all you can mumble, your legs tucked under your sweater as you sat curled up on the couch, your chin on the tops of your knees and your eyes so wide as you stare at the screen in front of you.

Eddie hears you, shuffling out slowly to come see what had grabbed your attention so closely, trying his best to peer at the screen without bothering you. When he realizes he can’t see he just gives up and shuffles to sit by you, melting into the couch as you immediately melt into him.

With your head on his chest he takes advantage and rubs your back comfortably, eyes watching the screen to try and gather what you were watching. “Are you watching the news?”

“No. No. It’s a court case special by this like, true crime channel.” You murmur, not blinking. “I cannot believe what is going on-“

“Explain.” He smiles, ready to hear all about it.

“It’s so nasty.” You whisper back, still not blinking. Eddie gets caught between 2 emotions, thinking you're adorable and also being a little worried for your sanity right now.

He chooses the ladder, leaning to kiss you softly as his hand grabs the remote and turns off the tv. “It’s bedtime.”

“What?! No!” You gasp, leaning to snatch the remote but he chucks it to the other side of the couch and pulls you closer.

“Baby… we gotta sleep.” He whispers again. “The twins aren’t gonna be asleep forever. Take our chance now.”

You whine, letting Eddie pull you to stand up as he does a concerned once over of your body to make sure you were okay. “Do you need your diapers?”

“I will shank you.” You warn, blushing at the thought of the diapers you have been wearing since labor. “I know where you sleep.”

“Oh don’t I know it. You give the the sexiest view every night.”

“If you make another breastfeeding joke I’m leaving and never returning.” You tease, making him laugh as he follows you through the kitchen and shuffling down the steps with his hand laced in your own.

You both have already gotten quite skilled at getting ready for bed in silence and little light since both the boys’ cribs were in the room.

He makes quick work of getting out of his clothes and into boxers, moving to the dresser and removing all his rings as he watches your figure through the mirror. It was his favorite thing to do, watch you when you’re not paying attention.

He watches as you take off your earrings and get into one of his shorts for the night before grabbing both your cups and using the bathroom sink to fill them up just in case either of you would need them.

By the time you both get into the sheets you are already passed out, cuddled into him to keep some warmth.

Neither of you realize that you had left the tv on that channel. And neither of you had realized that Motley had begun sneaking out of her room to watch cartoons since you guys had moved downstairs and could not hear the tv from your room now.

Within the next hour she manages to watch the entire special, getting more scared out of her mind as it goes and finally it breaks. Screaming and crying as Motley runs down the steps, slipping in the dark and falling down half the steps which makes Eddie snap awake hearing a kid fall.

“Shit.” He curses, launching from the bed quickly as you wake up at the screaming, and right on cue there are two newborn screeches filling the air.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Motley screams, and you struggle to find a light in the panic and when you finally do you find your daughter absolutely sobbing with a purple face.

“Breathe. Breathe baby- EDDIE BLOW IN HER FACE!” You panic, moving to help as Eddie hurriedly blows in her face as hard as he can. She doesn’t, her face just gets worse before Eddie is rushing her into the bathroom, reaching a panicked hand out for the shower and setting it as cold as it will go before he hauls her in with him.

He makes sure that her face and chest are being hit by the water which forces her to breathe.

“Ohthankjesus-“ Eddie gasps out, finally breathing himself as he pulls her head to his chest and sits in the tub. “Ohmyfuckinggod.”

You lean to turn the water from cold to warm now that she’s breathing before you bend down to kiss at her face, tears streaming down everyone’s faces as you both hug her tight.

“What the hell?” Wayne asks from the door, eyes wide at the scene. The twins are still screaming and now there is pattering in the kitchen of Ziggys feet and Zeps paws which makes you worried she’s gonna fall too and dashing past Wayne to go grab her.

Eddie can’t let go of Motley, hands shaking as he keeps a hold on her, not really knowing what to do. He just had to keep a hold of Motley.

He sees Ziggy run to the bed from the doorway, climbing up before your figure makes it to the cribs to try and ease the sobs of the boys.

“Wayne, can you hold one of the boys? I gotta-“ he’s already there , helping you by scooping Ozzy up in his arm and limping to sit with Ziggy on the bed as you scoop up Halen.

“Motley.” Eddie whispers, moving a hand to the center of her chest to make sure she was breathing since he couldn’t see her face. A sigh of relief falls past his lips as he feels it rise and fall before he manages to pull himself together, reaching to turn the water off. She keeps quiet, keeping her hands gripped tightly on the arm he has wrapped around her as he stands up and exits the shower, carrying her into the room and moving to grab his robe quickly.

“Go sit on the bed please.” He orders gently, kissing her head and moving to help Wayne calm Ozzy down as you sit in the corner with a blanket covering you while you breastfeed Halen.

Tears are still springing from your eyes as you try to subtly wipe them, obviously still scared that this had all happened.

“Who left the tv on?” Wayne asks, rubbing his hip in pain as Ziggy kept trying to convince Zeppelin to get on the bed. He must have rushed down here too quickly at all the screaming.

“Did we…?” You croak out, swiping your cheek once more as you look at Eddie.

“No we turned it-“ he realizes then, turning to look at Motley. “You watch something a little scary on tv?”

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, staying burrowed in your pillows, soaking wet from the shower.

“Sissy bad.” Ziggy murmurs, leaning to touch her cheek before Motley slaps her hand away.

“Hey now!” Eddie warns, reaching a hand to pull them apart. “Ziggy mind your business.”

“Shit Ziggy.”

“No. Bad.”

“She’s not a dog Eddie” you sigh and he gasps.

“You don’t say?!”

“I swear to god with you tonight!” You snap and he turns to snap back as the girls start bickering.

Wayne breaks it all up. “HEY HEY HEY!”

Everyone stops, taking a look to him. “Everyone needs to breathe. Okay? It’s been a rough two weeks, we are all lacking sleep. Okay? Let’s not let it get the best of us.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumble, sniffling as you lean to unlatch Halen. Eddie moves naturally, helping you switch the boys before kissing your forehead and moving to wrap Halen with his scarf so he could carry him on his chest and then he reaches for Motley.

“Come on. Let’s go get you dry clothes.” He holds her hand as he goes up the stairs, leading her to her room, setting her on her desk chair as he finds her new pajamas.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmurs.

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you going to do it again?”

“No.”

“Then this was a lesson learned and I forgive you.” He smiles, summoning her closer to help her get changed. “You fell really hard. You okay?”

“I’m okay.” She nods.

“It scare you more than hurt ya?”

“Yeah.” She nods, looking down to where Halen is sleeping in the wrap. “Can people get in the house?”

“Not without getting fucked up.” Eddie sighs. “But I’ll go check that everything is locked just in case.”

“Swear it?”

“Swear it.”

He puts her to bed, tucking her in and turning on her nightlight before checking her closet and window, then moving to change the channel on the tv before turning it off. Then….. for his own sanity he does check all the exits before moving to get Ziggy. But when he goes downstairs he realizes that you already have her set up and Wayne must have gone back to bed so he gets Halen changed and back into his crib before sitting on the bed and waiting for you.

When you get downstairs he pulls you into his lap, and you both take a moment to sob.

“Ziggy. Final warning.” Eddie warns, one hand on his hip as the other is pointing a finger in her face as the girl stares up at him with a little glare of her own, stomping her foot. “What. Do. We. Say?”

“Shit.”

“No.”

“Shit!”

“No!”

“Sorry?”

“There it is! Now who are you gonna say sorry too?” Eddie asks, moving to the side so she can see where Dustin now sat on the couch.

“Not him.”

“Yes him. You were mean.” Eddie sighs.

“Him first!” She yells, stomping her foot again.

“He was mean first?” Eddie asks, leaning to look at Dustin. “You were mean first?”

“Nuh uh.” Dustin denies and Eddie spots the way he casts his eyes to the lamp beside him.

“Come here!” He yells, charging for Dustin which leads to a half assed wrestling match in the living room.

“Not in the house boys!” You call from Motleys room where you are currently trying to clean the stain from her mattress.

Eddie laughs, being dragged to the front yard so they can continue to wrestle.

Ziggy and Zeppelin follow, and without realizing the dog makes it out the front door to immediately book down the street.

“Oh shit!” Eddie sighs, pushing Dustin. “Stay with her. I’ll get him.”

And then before he knows it Eddie is booking it down the street, chasing after the dog as the mutt barks in excitement. Then, without any context, the dog turns and starts dashing back which makes Eddie groan out.

“Ahhhhhhh. I hate you!” He huffs, running back. When he gets there he sees you standing on the porch, covering your mouth to keep from laughing as he huffs and puffs.

He falls to the grass, pressing his cheek into it as you finally cackle.

“Shut up!” He laughs, flipping over to stare at the sky. “That dog is a fucker.”

“FUCKER!” Ziggy laughs.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

Two months after the twins are born, with them sleeping peacefully in their cribs, Eddie munsons lays on top of you with his nose shoved into your abdomen as he kisses across your stomach. He is hypnotized by your light giggles and the way you flex at some of the nerves ticking you.

He takes turns from kissing, licking a few spots to see you gasp out and he nips at his favorite spots that he knows will make you giggle. He just couldn’t stop himself.

“I’m not getting pregnant again if that’s what you’re aiming at.” You mumble through closed eyes. “We can barely keep our eyes on the four we have.”

“I don’t want to get you pregnant again.” He murmurs, nipping at one of your stretch marks. “I wanna play with you.”

You laugh, moving your hand to flick his forehead before he snatches it into his own, pretending to bite at your fingers which makes you yell out in fear before you cover your mouth and he freezes.

“If you wake the demons up before I am done with you I will never forgive you.” He whispers, smiling from ear to ear, as he crawls over you before kissing you deeply and shoving you into the pillows.

“All of them are demons cause of you.” You tease when he pulls away to let you breathe, tugging at his hair which makes him bite his lip to hide groan. “The munson chaos curse.”

“The Munsters.” He smiles, leaning to take your shirt off. You lean up, slipping a hand beneath his boxer band to take him into your hand and kiss him to hide the moan that falls from his lips as he starts thrusting into your hand.

And just like that he is falling apart, still in his boxers just after 30 seconds. His eyes shut tightly and his fists raveled in your hair tightly as he shook while he came undone.

Once he rides it out you smile, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks redden in embarrassment while he falls back to sit on his calves. Staring down at the wet patch in his boxers with such disgust.

“I am so sorry.” He blurts, still panting from the orgasm. “Oh my god.”

“Why are you sorry?” You giggle, leaning to kiss him quickly. Once again his hands find their way to your hair and hips, keeping you close as you take control.

“I can’t believe I did that.” He murmurs, nose tracing your cheek.

“I thought it was hot.” You smile. It had been awhile since you two had done anything, your last months in pregnancy spent in pain and ever since labor you obviously couldn’t. It was nice to know you still had that effect on him.

“I….. d-do you…. Do you believe in soulmates?” He asks, tracing your collarbone with his fingers. “I think I’m the luckiest son of bitch to have found mine.”

“Eddie…”

“No. Let me…. Let me talk. Okay? Because I’m the luckiest man and you have given me so many great things. Far too many than I deserve. You’ve given me yourself. And you’ve let me into the lives of two of the biggest angels I have ever met and you’ve given me 2 little hell raisers.”

“Munson.”

“I- shit- words are getting caught on my tongue here. I would be nothing without you. When you’re not near I feel like I have this red little rope on my rib cage just pulling and pulling like it might rip my heart out and all I want is you. All I need in this life is my family.

I was nothing but a freak for the longest time. No matter how hard I tried I was just branded that way and no one thought I was worth the time before that whole VECNA situation. And then you came in and you just, without any question, just let me in. You didn’t see me as a freak and I still wonder to god how I managed to get ya but I did and I don’t think I ever want to let go.” He rants, licking his lips before shaking his head and reaching over you to open his nightstand as you stare at him. But a gasp leaves your lips as he pulls out a ring.

“I hadn’t planned on doing this with a cum stain on my boxers but-“

“Munson chaos.” You laugh, sitting up as he leans to kiss you.

“Marry me.” He mumbles while kissing you, mourning the words with his lips on yours.

“This is…..”

“Disgusting?” He laughs.

“Yes. Absolutely yes.” You laugh as well, letting him put the ring on you.

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Eddie grunts out, keeping a stern look on his face as he glares at his twin sons, hands on his hips as he tried to seem confident and sure.

Did it work? Of course not.

Ozzy, three months old with the same curly black hair his father had at that age, takes the apple sauce that he had scooped in his hand and lets it fly across the room as Eddie groans. Halen giggles and claps at his brothers throw and Eddie thinks back to a time where he liked using condoms as he cleans the mess, making sure to glare at his boys every once in awhile so they knew he was upset by it. Ozzy did not seem to care, Halen however seemed to take his fathers glares to heart.

His little lip quivers as he watches Eddie which makes him sigh out and move to kiss his son on the head to ease his worries.

“I’m back!” Ziggy calls as you usher the girls into the house, trying to bring in the bags without their help. Motley runs to see her brothers, her new favorite friends as Eddie moves to help you.

“You buy the store?” He laughs, and you swat his shoulder easily.

“You wanna see?”

“Of course.” He scoffs, setting the bags on the coffee tables while Ziggy keeps running in circles around him.

“Motley, you wanna show daddy what you got?” You call, a smile on your face. “He’s gonna love it.”

“I am?” He asks suspiciously, watching the look on your face which tells him he probably won’t. “I won’t.”

“Shhh!” You smile, watching your daughter snatch her bag and dash to her room quickly.

When she comes out she is wearing a cami too and choker necklace, capri pants and sandals and Eddie shakes his head.

“Absolutely not.”

“Daddy!”

“Nope. No. Go put another shirt on. I don’t like that.”

“It’s a style!” She stomps her foot and he blinks.

“Baby I’ve seen style. I’ve been style -“ you scoff at that. “And that is not it.”

“Daddy!”

“Who says this is style?!”

“Britney spears!”

“Who the fuck is he?!” He snaps and you laugh. Motley reaches into the bag, pulling out more shirts and Eddie snatches them to look through. He seems two acceptable before throwing the others to the side, then Motley hands him a pouch of very colorful rubber bands. “What the fuck?”

Then there are tapes being shoved into his hands, no cds, all with some blonde girl on the cover. “This is Brittany Spires?”

“Britney Spears.”

“Is she metal?” That seemed like a dumb question but he had to ask, which led to his daughter snatching his hand and dragging him to her room so he could listen to one of the cds.

It was the worst 30 minutes of his life, but when the songs finally ended he did his best to smile, watching as she smiled in excitement.

“You liked it?”

“…..yes?” He lies, nodding. “You’re still not wearing that shirt.”

“SO CALL ME!” Eddie sings, sliding down the hall in his socks with Motley over his shoulder as he dances to the music. “On the line call me call me anytime!”

He had a wash rag hanging from his back pocket and a bandana around his hair, all set for spring cleaning as the girls ran around trying to figure out what toys they wanted to keep or give away.

You were out shopping for a dress, which meant that Eddie had all the kids to himself and that meant ample entertainment. As much as he loves his daughters he can’t listen to another spears song so Blondie it will have to be.

Ozzy and Halen are both sitting in their playpen. Well more of Halen is building with his little blocks and Ozzy is napping but the twins were happy so who could be mad. Ziggy, who has officially learned that she likes giraffes, is on the couch clutching her newest gift from Steve, watching a cartoon on the tv even with the loud music Eddie is playing.

“Okay motley, I gotta clean the bathroom so stay in here.” He mumbles, setting her down before dancing down the hall to the song. Only there was no peace.

Within minutes the girls are running in, yelling above each other as Eddie whirls from where he was cleaning the tub.

“SHE CALLED ME THE B WORD!” Motley yells and Eddie whirls on his youngest daughter.

“You called her a bitch?!”

“I did not say bitch, daddy.” Ziggy shrugs, dimples showing as she pouts.

“What did you say?”

“She called me bad.” Motley explains and Eddie does his best not to roll his eyes.

“Bitch.” Ziggy whispers.

“Get away from me. Both of you. Daddy Eddie needs alone time.” He grumbles, shooing them away before rubbing his forehead.

He hears Ziggy mumble “bitch” down the hallways and groans out, hitting his head against the wall.

“I’m sorry? You…. You what?” Eddie sighs, sitting next to Steve and across from Gary (Troys dad) at the annual spring festival for the elementary and middle school.

It had been quite a struggle to get everyone out of the house today, including Wayne. The old man didn’t want to use his cane and Ziggy didn’t like her pants but didn’t want to wear a dress. The boys were….. Jesus they just don’t like anything and Motley didn’t like her hair.

But you had managed, somehow, and Eddie swore he loved you more than anything in the world.

Promising a candy apple to Wayne if he used the cane, finding a pair of shorts for Ziggy that she somehow didn’t turn her nose up to, bouncing Halen on your hip as you prepared breakfast and leaving Ozzy in the playpen with his little stereo since one twin craved physical affection and the other only really calmed down to music. Then you spent an hour…. Yes an hour, in the bathroom with Motley trying to figure out her new zigzag hairstyle as she threw a fit.

But you managed to do and now Eddie sat across from the dumbest dad in the grade as he slowly sipped on a lemonade.

Steve had found him pretty quickly into the fair, pulling him to a wooden picnic table so they could hang out while the kids ran around. Wayne went to find sugar and you followed Ziggy around to get some photos of her while Eddie kept the twins in their stroller with him.

They had been having a nice conversation (granted Harrington is an idiot who pronounces woman’s suffrage as sufferings but same them3 right?), then Gary showed up bragging about his awesome parenting.

“Well it was dinner time, right?” He restarts the story.

“Got that part.” Steve says blandly.

“And the kid wasn’t paying attention. Too caught up in that damn book. and I warned him. I fucking warned him.”

“You warned him. Got it.” Eddie nods, trying not to snark off.

“Well the bastard didn’t listen so I grabbed the book and just started tearing it apart.” Gary brags, imitating the way he tore the book as Steve and Eddie just continue to stare.

“Wow.” Steve sighs.

“Great parenting.” Eddie snarks.

“You guys don’t get it. It’s a book about satanists.” Gary mumbles the last word, casting a quick look to Eddie. “No offense.”

“Not even going to respond to that.”

“Are you talking about Harry Potter?” Steve blurts, eyes widening. “Your kid is already reading Harry Potter and you ripped it up? That would mean he’s reading above grade level.”

“You would know with your little nerd-“ before Eddie can blink Steve had reached across the table to snatch Gary’s shirt and pull him close.

“You say one bad thing about my son and I’ll ruin your damn life. Got that?”

“Sorry!” Gary shoots out. Eyes wide.

Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing Gary’s cup and pouring the liquid on the dirt beneath him before throwing the plastic cup in his face. “Let’s go Munson.”

Eddie laughs, grabbing his lemonade and turning the stroller away as Ozzy laughs loudly with his feet kicking out at the scene that just unfolded before him. Halen however couldn’t care less, too busy reaching for his dads lemonade with hungry eyes.

“King Steve. Controlling the masses once more.” Eddie mumbles, enjoying the way Steve blushes and shakes his head.

“I’m worried about Vinny. You know?”

“Well yeah. I was once Vinny…. Because of you.”

“Did I ever apologize about that?”

“You have. I just like rubbing it in your face.” He mumbles, voice trailing off as he spots Motley, only she isn’t talking to her normal short friends, instead there is a taller adult figure shielded from view that’s talking to her. “Harrington.”

Steve already got the stroller in his hands as Eddie dashes to Motleys side, cursing out when he sees Billy there. Of course it would be Billy.

“You got a problem?” He snaps, walking up and pushing Motley behind him gently.

“No problem. I saw my daughter and brought her cotton candy.” Billy mumbles, giving him a shit eating grin that makes Eddie’s stomach ache. He turns to grab the candy out of his daughters hand and throws it to the ground, whirling and walking away with her as Billy curses him out.

“Stay where I can see you.” Eddie orders, irritated. “Go find Vinny.”

“Vinny?” She whines. “Daddy please.”

“Go find him. Stay close to them. Okay? I’m serious.” He snaps, kissing her forehead and pushing her off to the direction away from Billy. When he gets back to the stroller he sees Steve has given Halen full access to Eddie’s lemonade and your little mini me is chugging it from a straw.

“He had such cute eyes.” Steve defends. “And Ozzy looked like he was gonna beat me up for his brother.”

Of course Vinny was surrounded by Troy and all his friends. What else was new?

“Vinny!” Motley calls, dashing to him. “Let’s go.”

“Hold on Munson. We got business with Vincent.” Troy snaps, shoving Vinny harshly as the rest laugh.

“W-why are you talking like a mob boss?” Vinny tries to fight back which just makes the others look at eachother and laugh at him.

Daddy always says to stick up for others, and as much as Motley did not want to stick up for Vinny she wasn’t gonna let them laugh at him like that.

“Hey! Don’t you have better things to do?!” She snaps, bursting into the circle to stand by Vinny.

“Get lost Munson.”

“You first Barker.”

“Why don’t you go cry to mommy?” He teases, and all his friends make crying faces.

“I would say the same but you’re mom is so slow it took her 9 months to make a joke.” Motley snickers, making Troys eyes widen.

“You’re dead Munson!” He rushes to push her, but leaves his face open so Motley rolls her fist just as daddy taught her and gets him center in the face. His friend Ashton rushes next, she kicks him in his no no square and Vinny pushes him down.

This turns into a brawl, and Motley is at the center swinging and kicking.

By the tjme the others are all crying and running she is snatching Vinny’s jacket to pull him away.

He snatches himself away, stomping off as she follows.

“I didn’t need your help!” He whines.

“Yeah you did.”

“No! Now everyone is gonna say that I needed to be saved by a girl!” He yells, whirling on her and shoving her so hard she falls into the grass beneath them. “I hate you!”

“I hate you more!” She screams, jumping up to push him back and before he could retaliate again Aunt Nancy is snatching his hand quickly and giving a warning glare.

“Better think twice.” She snaps and he mumbles out an apology.

When spring break rolled around Eddie had decided that it would be fun to take the kids to the cabin that Wayne used to take him to when he first moved in with the man.

He wanted to make their spring break special and keep it affordable and you loved the idea so you had packed swimsuits and sunscreen for days and soon enough you were all piling in the family van Eddie had borrowed from Steve.

The back was separated into two rows, with the luggage packed to the brim in the trunk space and the girls in the backseat with the boys in the middle row.

Zeppelin found a nice spot between the girls with his head on Ziggy's lap as he smoozed away. Motley had a book to read and Ziggy brought her giraffe.

The boys would be entertained with their little blocks hopefully long enough to make it to the gas station otherwise you would have to go back with them.

So the seven hour road trip started. Eddie put in a Britney Spears cd for Motley and you tried not to laugh as how hard he was holding the wheel to try and pretend he was enjoying it.

Then, when it was over, she wanted it again….. then again.

The boys started crying about an hour in so he stopped and let you change them as he let Zeppelin out to go potty. He asked both girls if they needed to go and they said no.

10 minutes later, right as he turns onto the highway, Ziggy whines that she has to really pee so he takes the next exit and you take her in to pee.

Back on the road the rain starts up, and it’s almost like you can see the concern on his face because you mumble out “it’ll lighten up when we get there. I’m sure the sun will be out.”

And then he feels better, so he reaches out a hand to hold as they play Britney Spears AGAIN.

“Ew! Daddy!” Motley snaps. “Zeppelin farted on me!”

Right on cue the dog starts whining and Eddie looks in the rear view. “Did one of you feed him something?”

“Ziggy gave him her applesauce!”

“Damnit….” He whispers, pulling off onto the next exit and taking Zeppelin out in the pouring rain so the dog can go potty.

Then he gets back on the road, this time he manages to take the exit they needed and he figures it will all be smooth sailing from here. It’s just driving through the woods.

“Daddy! Zeppelin!” Ziggy cries, so he pulls over and does it all again.

And then, “I don’t feel good.”

That came from Motley as she tosses her book to the side and then proceeds to puke all over her lap.

“Shit!” Eddie snaps, pulling over as you unbuckle and rush to help her.

You have to help her change out of her clothes, tying the infected ones in a bag and shoving them in the back as eddie uses the rain to wet a beach towel to try and clean it up. Now with one less seat and a crabby family things have to be rearranged.

You move the twins closer to the door to give Motley a seat, which happens to be closer to a door herself in case that happens again. Ziggy is kept in the back, and Ziggy now sits on the ground.

With everyone settled you move to get back in, soaked through to the bone as Eddie gives you one more hopeful smile that seems to say ‘it can only go up now’ and tries to start the engine.

A sputtering sound fills the car as the tries to start the engine again, and again.

“Let me go see what the problem is.” He sighs, getting out to pop the hood and start looking around. You wait patiently, leaning to peak around the hood to see him sighing. “I gotta get the tools.”

So you help him unpack the back, setting the bags under the safety of the trunk door as he finds what he needs and goes back to try and fix the car.

30 minutes later, as Halen sobs uncontrollably you hear Eddie throw his wrench harshly and yell a “JESUS H CHRIST!”

“Is daddy mad?” Motley asks.

“He’s a bit frustrated.” You explain. “But not at you.”

“Is he gonna leave again?” She blurts, making Ziggy peek her head up quickly, her pigtails whipping quickly.

“Is who leaving again?” Eddie asks, coming up to the open slide door, looking tired and pissed.

“You daddy.” Ziggy explains and his jaw tightens. You see him take a breath in, rolling his shoulders to release some tension.

Then he lightens up, getting into the van and shutting the door. You can still hear the rainstorm from the trunk door being open but other than that you were all closed in the back together.

“Don’t you guys know?” He asks, a smile spreading on his face. “You guys are stuck with me for life.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Your mom and I are getting married which means I am stuck her like a thorn in your side.” He says it like a threat, but the girls giggle excitedly.

You got lucky when another car drives by, offering to help you get to the cabin by towing you on their hitch.

You make quick work of buckling the kids in while Eddie repacks the back and before you know it you are on your way to the cabin.

You all rush to get inside, Eddie thanking the family who laugh and say it was no problem. It takes a minute for everyone to dry off and ease up but you manage it. And when it’s time for dinner you plan on making sandwiches so you don’t have to grill.

You search for the bag of bread and chips you packed, digging through everything as Eddie sat with the boys. He bounces them on his knee with his thumb in Halens mouth and his pointer finger in Ozzys so they can both gum at the flesh.

“Ed’s? We grabbed the bag of bread…..right?” You ask, looking arohnd as you trip on shoes. “Motley. Shoes please.”

“Of course we grabbed it. I remember moving it to get to my tool box…. Oh crap.”

“Please tell me we didn’t leave it in the rain.” You sigh, sinking to the couch. “We only have sandwich meat and cheese. Other than that everything is for the grill and we don’t even have buns.”

“We…. Shit. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll be fine.” You sigh. “We can….”

“Mommy I’m hungry.” Motley grumbles, moving to cuddle into your side as Ziggy and Zeppelin jump on the couch as well.

“I think….. cold cut roll ups for dinner.” You smile.

“What’s that?”

You ate dinner together on the floor, staying huddled together to keep warmth as you laughed about everything that went wrong today. Halen sat in your lap with Ozzy in Eddie’s lap and you ate a dinner of ham rolled around cheese, taking turns passing the fruit bowl around to grab a piece with your fingers.

The girls had fun, both imitating Eddie when he was frustrated.

It was a great night, no matter how stressful the day was. And once you got all of them laid down to sleep you and Eddie sat on the couch, with you laying on his chest and him playing with your hair.

“What would I do without you?” He mumbles, which makes you smile.

“Let’s never find out.”

“No I’m serious. I hope I go first. I can not imagine a world without you.” He huffs.

“No. I want to go first. I call dibs.”

“You can’t dibs that!”

“Already did.”

(Spoiler alert, you go first. You’re 86 and pass away in your own home with Eddie laying beside you. Your funeral brings all the kids home and they take care of Eddie the next two weeks since he is devastated.

You’re wedding anniversary falls two weeks after you pass, and Eddie passes away that evening, wearing a red piece of yarn around his ring finger just as he promised you on your wedding day.

Ozzy is given Eddie’s guitar and your favorite book. Halen is given Eddie’s very first lord of the rings book set and your sketch book. Ziggy gets Eddie’s bandana and your earring collection. Motley gets Eddie’s leather jacket and your record collection. She also inherits both your wedding rings but she puts them in your shared grave so they you both could keep them wherever you went. She gives the ring Eddie gave her from his mother to her eldest daughter.)

The wedding is an easy affair….. well not to Motley. The poor girl was stressed out of her mind.

Her dress was perfect and Nancy managed to pin her hair into place, and Motley had dashed around as you got dressed into the prettiest gown she had ever seen.

“Metalhead. Aren’t you supposed to be with you dad?” You ask, leaning forward to fix her hair. “He needs his best girl.”

A large smile cracks across her face and she bounces up and down before a knock sounds out at the door and Steve comes into view, sighing audibly.

“The best man is here to get the best girl for the ceremony.” He groans, obviously joking when Motley throws a pillow at him before dashing to go find her dad.

For the wedding it was decided that Motley would stand next to Eddie, in a new role he deemed to be so utterly important the church might burn without it. So she did, in her cute little bridesmaid dress as they shared excited glances while waiting for you.

Steve stood with Ozzy, Dustin with Halen.

Nancy and Robin stood by your side, and Ziggy was the flower girl with Zeppelin as the ring bearer.

Steve had made some stupid comment about how the dog would lose them, but you weren’t worried since you were already wearing the rings.

For your ceremony you and Eddie chose to take a red piece of yard and tie your ring fingers to eachother, just like he said the day he proposed. As the minister goes through the process Eddie gets a suspicious smirk before subtly tugging his hand to pull yours near.

“Always drawing me near.” He whispers.

“And I intend to keep it that way.” You smile back.

You sit, in your wedding gown on the kitchen floor, eating cake with a spoon with Eddie sitting next to you with a tub of ice cream. You took turns feeding eachother the desserts as you giggled.

“When steve and Nancy took our kids I imagined something more…. Sexy.” You laugh, “but this is perfect.”

“Oh? Am I not sexy to you?” He scoffs, posing as the best from his suit unbuckles smoothly.

“Munson.” You snap.

“Munson.” He snaps back with a shit eating grin. “I was thinking…..”

“Never good for anyone.”

“As much as I love sitting and snacking with you on the kitchen floor-“ he smiles.

“Careful.”

“I think it’s time it changes.”

“No go! You and I snack on the floor! Just like our first date!” You complain. “You’re a traitor-“

“I just mean-“ he interrupts, reaching up to cover your mouth. “That we have a very full house and maybe it’s time for….. a different kitchen.”

“You want to move?”

“Please tell me you’re not pregnant again.” Eddie mumbles, staring wide eyed at you from where you sat on the bed, shoving your face with snacks. “Not that I would mind because it would be partly my fault but the twins are kicking my ass. I can’t tell if Ozzy wants to kill me or he just dislikes me.”

You don’t respond, staring at him numbly as he tilts his head to look at you, waiting.

It was the second week in your new house, and you guys were almost done moving and settling everyone in.

The twins now had a room beside yours, with Wayne across the hall. The basement in this house belonged to the girls, the two bedrooms split amongst them and the room connecting them with the laundry room now being used as a rec room.

“Hello?” Eddie calls.

“hello…..” you mumble, squinting at him. “Did someone call?”

“No….” Eddie mumbles, confusion lacing him as he walks a little closer to you. “Are you expecting a call?”

“No.” His eyes widen as he meets your own, a laugh breaking out.

“Are you high?!” He cackles, grabbing your jaw lightly as he checks your eyes. “How?!”

“I don’t know.” You mumble. “I ate the brownies that our neighbor brought, and next thing I know my feet are fuzzy.”

Your explanation comes out as a whine and you point to your feet. “I can’t feel them.”

“You…. You didn’t smoke? This came from the brownies? How many did you eat?”

“3.” You sigh. “I had one and the next thing I knew I was so hungry I had to eat another.”

“Shit.” He mumbles back, reaching a hand under your shirt to rub your abdomen in circles with his thumbs. “That’s pretty high, baby.”

“I don’t even have a ladder.” You say, confused. “Ed’s. I’m fuzzy.”

“Yeah I bet.” He smiles. “You wanna cuddle? I think we have the afternoon before the kids come back from school and daycare.”

“Yes.” You mumble, falling back quickly. “But I can’t move.”

He helps shuffle you up the bed, laying you on the pillows before moving to kneel by your feet and picking your right foot up to rub your ankle softly.

“Eddie no.” You mumble, closing your eyes. “The room is flying.”

“I know. I’m just gonna help you get some feeling back okay? Just keep your eyes closed and try to nap.”

He watches as you keep your eyes closed, trying not to laugh at the way you grip the sheets like you are trying to stay rooted there.

Massaging one ankle for a couple minutes before moving on to the second. He knows you’ve fallen asleep the second your hands unclench from the sheets and he shuffles to cover you with the comforter, making sure you have a glass of water by the bed just in case.

By the time he shuffles down the stairs he plans to unpack a couple more boxes before a loud and rushed knock covers the house.

Opening the door to reveal an older woman, looking extremely panicked. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes who you got the pot brownies from.

Before she gets a word out he asks “looking for your brownies?”

“Yes! Oh I am so sorry!” She panics. “I made a batch for your family the same day I made my batch and I confused the pans and I know you have young kids and-“

“It’s fine. They haven’t had any.” He eases, letting her in as he shuffles to the kitchen to find where you had left them. “There was an argument yesterday over a box of Barbie’s so no one got dessert. My wife however tried one today and then got the munchies.”

He shows her the pan, and she smiles at the sight, obviously trying not to laugh.

“I can make you more, if you want.”

“You know how to make these kinds?” She asks and he holds out his arms in a way to say ‘you see me?’

“Of course I do! And I know how to make them taste more like chocolate than anything.”

“I….. please don’t think I’m some druggie old bat that tried killing your kids. I use these to help my cancer, and we’ll….”

“Hey, there’s no problem. If anything my kids would have just gotten a little spaced out.” They would have gotten more than that but he wasn’t about to make her feel worse.

“How many do you have again? I saw two when I talked to your wife.”

“We have 4.” He answers, giving her a small smile as she grabs the pan.

“Oh how wonderful. How old are they?”

“Our oldest is about to turn 10, then we have a 4 year old and the twins just turned 2.”

“Busy busy.” She laughs. “You seem so young too! To have a 10 year old. Oh my gosh.”

“She’s a handful but gotta love her.”

“What are their names?”

“Motley, Ziggy, Ozzy and Halen.” Eddie answers easily, a feeling of pride in his chest as he talks about them.

“Oh! You’re into rock music ,I take it?”

“Just a bit.” He didn’t mention the dog running laps out back being named Zeppelin. “My daughters not so much though. They’ve gotten into this pop music phase.”

“I had the same face when my own kids got into rock music over my classic music.” She giggles. “Oh, well I should be going. I would love to meet your kids sometime, you should throw a house party so the neighborhood can welcome you!”

How had he gone from the town freak that everyone at school refused to sit by to a father that this woman wanted to welcome?

“We’ll think about it.” He shuffles behind her to the door, walking her out and making sure she gets into her house safely before going back inside and heading back upstairs.

You’re in a cocoon of your own making, face smudged into the pillow as you sleep. He keeps his movements slow, gently prying the blanket out of your hand so that he can crawl into the cocoon with you, keeping pressed against you as you move to welcome him in.

He didn’t have to pick the kids up for another 4 hours, might as well nap with his wife as she’s high as a kite.

You ended up signing Motley up for soccer, and you had no clue just how big the team was.

So when her birthday party rolled around you were overthrown with younger girls dashing around the backyard. They screamed and giggled, jumping in and out of the pool and tracking water everywhere.

Eddie, Steve and the rest of the boys had set up a large pool in the main area of the backyard and then a small kiddie pool closer to the patio, with pool chairs along the backyard and colorful decorations strung everywhere.

You were sat on a pool chair close to the kiddie pool, basking in the sun like a lizard as you watched the twins with Steve and Nancy’s youngest. There were more toddlers at the party but so far those three were the only ones that had made it into the pool without crying.

You kept leaning in to dip a hand on and make sure it wasn’t too cold, but the sun was hitting it perfectly so the water stayed perfect for the boys.

Ozzy had found one of the mini squirt guns and had been shooting Steves youngest, Micky, with it for about 5 minutes as Halen kept leaning over the side to splash Lucas.

“You could move.” You offer half heartedly, doing nothing to stop your little brat as he tries to do it again.

“It actually feels nice.” Lucas mumbles from his own spot under the sun. “But if I don’t over react he will thinks it’s not fun.”

Right on cue Halen splashes him and Lucas gasps out, groaning a bit as he pretends to dodge. Halen laughs looking at you with such excitement.

You smile back, which makes him jump up and down and you wonder why he had gotten go excited, then a shadow looms over you to reveal your husband bending down to kiss your cheek.

“How are the boys?”

“Wreaking havoc-“ you answer right as Ozzy sprays Micky in the face again. “As per usual. Where are my girls?”

“Ziggy is currently chasing Jonathan around with a fake snake and Motley is racing her friends in the pool.” He answers, looking around for both just in case before shuffling. “I wanna sit with you.”

“There is no room.” You scoff, still attempting to give him room since he doesn’t hesitate to push his way in. Before you know it he is halfway on your lap as you laugh out, trying to shove him off. “Edward.”

“What? Aren’t married couples supposed to share everything?!” He teases, wiggling his hips.

“You used that excuse last night when you ate MY PUDDING!” You whine, giving up on pushing him off and just choosing to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“You could have just let me eat you for dessert like I wanted to.”

“We had important things to do.” You explain. “For your daughter's birthday.”

“Excuses excuses. Don’t splash daddy Halen-“ too late, your youngest son was already on it and before you know it both you and Eddie are getting hit by the water.

“This is what I get when you come over-“

“No no no. You’re not blaming this on me. He was looking right at you when he did that baby.”

“You’re such a bad influence!”

“You’re the one that showed him how to do it!”

“Hey! Mom! Dad!” Someone shouts and Eddie groans.

“Whatever happened to mommy and daddy? Or daddy eddie?” He whines.

“Kids grow. Sadly.” You sigh.

“We’ll she shouldn’t.”

“I’m sure Wayne said the same thing about you.” You mumble, taking a finger and swiping some of his hair out of his face. “You need a haircut.”

“Is the pizza here?!” Motley asks, staring at you both.

“Does it look like I have pizza?” Eddie asks, holding out his hands, one empty the other with a can in it. “Where’s Vinny?”

“I have no clue.” Eddie sighs. “Probably hiding.”

“I wanna spray him with the hose.”

“Then you should find him.” You tease as Eddie finally gets up, moving to help you up. “Ozzy. Halen. Let’s go boys.”

“Where you guys going?” Eddie asks, pouting a bit.

“To rob a bank.” You smile, grabbing their hands into each of your own. “Or to add more sunscreen. Haven’t decided yet. Motley, you need more sunscreen.”

“No! I want to-“

“We’ll do that later. Come on.” You reply sternly, turning to Eddie. “Get Ziggy will ya?”

“On it.” He nods, turning around to whistle loudly and nod her over with Zeppelin. “Unbelievable.”

Zeppelin was wearing swimming trunks, because you thought it was adorable.

“Are you looking for VinnyyyYy?” Ziggy teases her sister which makes Eddie roll his eyes already knowing it will start a fight.

“Are you looking to die today? Nerd bomber.” Motley snaps back.

“I’m not a nerd bomber!” Ziggy shouts, pushing her sister. Motley pushes back and before it can get worse Eddie is grabbing the back of their necks hard enough to pull them away but not hard enough to hurt.

“Get moving before I ground you both.”

“Yes dad.” Motley sighs.

“Okay papa.” Ziggy groans. It’s only then he releases them to go inside, following where you had disappeared with the boys.

He shuffles behind them, watching them look at each other glaring every once in a while. It was insane to him how they went from sweet little angels to fighting nearly everyday.

He spent most his time trying to get them to stop.

“Don’t do it.” He warns when Ziggy rolls her fist. “You girls are on thin ice today.”

Just this morning he had separated a pretty bad fight which had both of them crying.

When they make it to yours and Eddie’s room you are already almost done reapplying the boys sunscreen, Halen hugging your calf as you help Ozzy. “Are you hungry?”

“I am.” Eddie smiles only for you to subtly flip him off which makes him laugh.

“We weren’t asking da-da! No we weren’t!” You make Ozzy clap his hands with you before setting him down on the ground and move to get the girls with the sunscreen.

“I’m beat. Let’s kick everyone out and take a nap.” Eddie teases, falling backwards onto the bed and splaying out.

“Booga!” Ozzy yells, dashing to the bed to attack him.

“We can’t! We haven’t even cut the cake, silly.” Motley laughs, watching her little brother jump into Eddie’s stomach. “GET HIM!”

And that’s when the riot ensues, all of the kids rush to attack Eddie in his moment of weakness, giggling and tackling him.

His eyes widen as they all lunge for him, crying out to you for help. You debate it for a moment, pretending to move closer and reach a hand out only to pull away at the last moment and walk out of the room as he calls out for help.

Teach him to eat your snacks.

The rest of the day is spent chasing kids around. If it wasn’t the twins then it was Ziggy and if it wasn’t her it was Motley.

Presents and cake went by quickly and soon enough you were cleaning up the mess of the party. Eddie was picking up trash and you were packing up all the food. Both looking at each other subtly and every time you make eye contact you look away quickly.

“You have fun today?”

“Of course. Did you?”

“Oh I had a blast. I just wish she’d stop growing up.” Eddie sighs, and you look over at him as he picks up a cup by the kiddie pool before moving to walk away. Only he trips on a pool chair and stumbled face first into the kiddie pool.

You can’t help but laugh, loudly, as he scrambles to get out. His hair sticks to his face and he looks like a wet dog as he glares.

“That’s not funny!” He snaps as you wheeze, leaning forward with your hands on your knees trying to breathe.

“I could have died! Drowned right there and my wife is just laughing away!” Tears are rolling down your cheeks now as he huffs, standing and marching over. “Not funny.”

“Y-You …. Ohmygod!” You wheeze out, hand grabbing his bicep to help stabilize yourself.

“I’m done. We’re divorcing.” He huffs, hand moving to your lower back to lead you inside. “I hate you.”

The entire family was sprawled out in the living room after one of Motleys soccer games, tired and ready for bed but now quite ready to stop hanging out together.

Eddie sat on the floor with his back to the couch, a comb between his teeth, and Motley sitting between his legs as he tries to brush out some of the knots from her hair.

You were laid out with the couch and Ziggy was curled up on your right side with Ozzy asleep on your left. Halen laid between your legs and the side of the couch, using his brothers sleeping form as a pillow as he stared at the tv with wide eyes.

Zeppelin lay on the mat by the door, the teams soccer jersey still on, while Wayne slept in his recliner chair.

It was nights like these that Eddie loved, everyone together. No fighting, no rush to go anywhere. It was just peaceful.

When he finished brushing through Motleys hair he made sure to put it in a brain before laying against the couch so his head was on your calf while Motley laid against him.

The tv showed a new scooby cartoon, which is partly the reason Ozzy ended up actually cuddling someone since he normally hated hugs and cuddles. But when scooby doo was on? That kid was all about it.

“Hey dad?” Motley whispers, drawing Eddie’s attention to her.

“Yeah?”

“You’re the coolest dad ever.” She mumbles before closing her eyes, and Eddie can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

“What’s up, Metalhead?” Eddie asks, tightening the tire onto the car he was currently working on as Motley stares at him from her spot.

Monday afternoons were a bit packed for the Munson household. Wayne had gone back to work as a manager so he spent Mondays going through billing and finances.

You always picked up shifts at the diner while Ziggy had her ballet class and the boys were at preschool.

Motley was the only one that had Monday afternoons off so Eddie would take his lunch to go pick her up from school and she would spend the afternoon at work with him until you could come get her or it was time to go home.

He always made his work table into a desk area so she can do her homework, which is what she was supposed to be doing now, only she sat staring at him.

“I need help.” She mumbles.

“If it’s math I can’t help ya.” He smiles. “Or English. Or science. Act-“

“Dad.”

“Fine. Fine.” He mumbles, pouting that she’s not being fun today as he stands up and wipes his hands before moving to see what she needs. “What’s this?”

“A family tree.”

“Okay? Why’s it blank?” He pulls his stool closer so he can sit and work with her.

“I don’t know what to put.”

“Your family. Silly.”

“I know. I just don’t know if I should do…. Biological or my real family. This is to track where we came from but…..” he catches on then, blinking slowly as he realizes what she can’t choose between.

Put down her biological dad or put down Eddie.

“I think either or.” He shrugs, trying to play cool. “It’s your project.”

“But….. I don’t really know anything about him. And….. I don’t like knowing I came from him.” She blushes, playing with the ends of her hair like she always does when she gets nervous.

“Then don’t. You shouldn’t have to feel upset or nervous about any of this. If you want to leave that side blank it’s up to you, Metalhead.”

“Can I….. can I put you down?”

“Absolutely.”

She smiles, and turns so she’s facing him. “Okay. Full name please?”

“Edward Wayne Munson. Pleasure to meet you…”

“Motley Marie Munson.” She pretends to be serious, shaking his hands. “For father it’s Grandpa Wayne right?”

“Actually, it’s not.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his side. “Wayne is my Uncle. My dads brother.”

“Then why do we call him Grandpa Wayne?”

“Well… he took me in when I was younger. Your age I believe. And…and even when I wasn’t living with him fully Wayne always made sure I had a place that was safe. Wayne is my chosen dad.”

“Where are your mom and dad then?”

“Well my mom is gone…. She passed away when I was 6. And my dad…. Well my dad is in prison.”

“What’d he do?”

Child abuse, drug abuse, manslaughter. “Bad things.”

“Do you see him?”

“I used to…. I used to bug Wayne to go all the time and the more I grew up the less I wanted to go. I used to want him to miss me though.” The look she gave Eddie made him realize that he might be able to help with whatever emotional turmoil she was feeling more than he realized.

“I actually, this is gonna sound silly but just bare with me,” he sighs and she scoots closer. “I used to love my dad more than anything. And when I was taken to Uncle Wayne I used to hate my uncle for separating me from my dad. He refused to let me go and visit him at first and when he finally did I realized why. And then I was stuck in this constant anger that my dad didn’t want me. Why did I want him more than he wanted me? I’m his kid, he helped bring me into the world, what did I do wrong?”

“What do you think now?”

“That I’m better without him. That I will always try to be a better dad than he ever was and….. and I hope my mom knows I made it out. I hope she knows, wherever she ended up, that I found what she always wanted for me.”

“What did she want?”

“A happy family.”

“When’s the last time you saw your dad?”

“I went right after I met your mom.”

“That was a long time ago!”

“Yeah it was.”

“Can…. Can I meet him?”

“No.” Eddie snaps, chest tightening. “I don’t think that would be-“

“I wanna see you with your dad.” And Eddie knows what she means. I wanna know if I can leave my dads shadow.

“I’ll ask your mother.”

Part five is already here babes! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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Hard Reset VI

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic mostly covers the bye week secret wedding with a little before and after.

Time/Place: Monday, Oct. 16, 2023 - Tuesday, Oct. 17, 2023 / Cincinnati, Ohio + the lakehouse

A/N: This is the sixth fic in the Hard Reset series.

This secret wedding/honeymoon fic has gotten totally out of hand, y'all! I've spent about 4 hours today trying to edit it, and instead I keep adding to it. It's like a runaway train that I'm no longer in control of! It's so long now that I might post it in 3 parts. I'm dropping this first part tonight which covers the secret wedding and a little more. The next chapter(s) will cover the rest of the honeymoon.

~ ~ Remember I posted a sneak peek of this fic, so if the first bit looks familiar, that's why. ~ ~

I'm also including a pic link from the Seahawks game to give a mental image of what Joe looked like during the bye week. Be sure to click the pic to zoom in.

Sexy Scruff

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Monday, 10/16/23 (the morning after the week 6 win against the Seahawks)

You moan at the feel of gentle pressure against your clit, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of Joe's husky voice in your ear.

"You awake?"

"I am now," you whisper, biting your lip as he continues to rub your sensitive bud while pressing wet kisses against your neck.

"I woke up thinking about last night and it made me horny," he admits as he continues to tease you.

"Mmmm," you hum, your mind rewinding to last night …

~ ~ ~

He'd made liberal use of the whipped cream, frosting your nipples with the sweet whip several times then licking and sucking it off while you squirmed underneath him; he finally made his way down your body, taking his time to frost your belly button and inner thighs, leaving love bites in sensitive places as you buried a hand in his hair and begged for more. You remember the look on his face when he tossed the can of cream aside, his eyes icy-hot with arousal. "I'm not gonna put any whipped cream here," he moaned, lapping at your wet folds, "because you already taste perfect."

~ ~ ~

The feel of one long finger sliding inside your slick heat brings you back to the present. "Last night was really hot," you sigh, a shiver running through you as he sucks a nipple while slowly pumping his finger in and out. "I'm still kinda sticky since I crashed before taking a shower," you mutter.

"Let me make you stickier then we can shower together," he coaxes, crawling on top of you and giving you a dirty grin when your thighs instinctively spread wide to accommodate his big body. "Okay?" he asks, pressing the tip of his erection against your entrance, holding still until you answer.

"Yes, sir," you breathe, arching up when he slides his shaft inside you and immediately starts thrusting, slow at first and then faster. You dig your fingers into his plump ass, a thrill running through you at the feel of his muscles tensing and reloading as he drives his hips forward again and again, still holding back a little until you're ready to take all of him. A delicious coil of tension builds in your core at the noise he makes low in his throat when you beg him to fuck you hard.

~ ~ ~

An hour and a half later -- after a couple of orgasms, a shared shower and a quick breakfast -- Joe slides the last dish in the dishwasher and wraps his hands around your waist as you place a jar of raspberry jam in the fridge. He drops a kiss on your lips as you pivot and look up at him. "I'll be home by noon," he promises. "Then we can finish packing for the lake."

"I'm already packed," you chuckle. "We're going for three nights not three weeks."

"Well, I still have a few things to pack," he states. "This whole thing was my idea and I just wanna make sure I get it right."

You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss on his lips. "They have pretty much everything we need already there," you soothe, ruffling a hand through his hair while giving him a warm smile. "Clothes, toiletries and groceries are the main things we need to take, and we'll buy most of the groceries once we get there."

He returns your smile as he takes a deep breath. "Are you excited we're getting married tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I am. What about you?"

"Yeah." He leans down and presses a lingering kiss on your lips, holding eye contact as he leans back. "I can't wait. It feels like we've been heading for this since I first laid eyes on you."

"I agree."

He narrows his eyes at you playfully. "When you first laid eyes on me, you thought I was a typical fuck boy and wanted nothing to do with me."

"But you were very persistent," you grin, "and once I got to know you, I fell for you hard and fast." You bite your lip and break eye contact, looking at his chest as you continue. "I knew you had the ability to break my heart into a million pieces, and it scared the hell out of me, that's why I was reluctant to go out with you."

He places a finger under your chin and gently tilts your head up until you make eye contact with him again. "I felt the same way about you, and the truth is I'm still scared when I let myself dwell on it." He shrugs his broad shoulders, the action causing a rogue curl to pop loose from his slicked back hair and dangle against his forehead. "This secret wedding is a way to quiet the voices in my head."

"What are the voices saying?"

"That you're gonna leave me for some dude with a boring job."

"I thought we put that issue to bed," you scold playfully. "I'm not gonna leave," you continue. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He takes a deep breath while he studies your face, his expression going from serious to playful. "Good." He leans down and gives you one more kiss before turning to head for the door. "I'll see you around noon," he says, giving you a wink before disappearing out the door.

You shake your head as the door closes behind him, a little perplexed, as usual, at his two very different demeanors -- super confident pro athlete who occasionally shows a major lack of confidence in his relationship with you.

"Life with him is never boring," you muse to yourself, shifting mental gears as you think about everything you need to get done today.

~ ~ ~

Several hours later -- after handling a final work issue before vacation -- you're finishing up a few errands, walking around a liquor store when your phone rings.

"Hey babe," you answer.

"Hey, where are you?" Joe asks.

"The liquor store. I'm getting some spiced rum to go in the apple cider we'll be buying at the farmers market fall fest."

"I'm starting to think you're looking forward to the fall fest more than the secret wedding," he chuckles.

"I'm looking forward to both," you admit, laughing along with him. "Where are you?"

"Home."

You check your watch, surprised to find it's almost 2:00. "Dang, I lost track of time."

"No problem, I didn't get home until about twenty minutes ago."

"How's the calf?"

"Good. Imaging was clean."

"Yay!"

"For real. Plus everyone was surprised that the swelling is so minimal." He gives a dirty chuckle before continuing. "I told 'em it must've been all that whipped cream I licked off of you last night."

"What?!"

"I'm kidding," he chortles. "I didn't say that, but I do think it helped."

"How would licking whipped cream off of me help with the swelling in your calf?"

"Because all of the swelling that would've been happening in my calf was happening in my dick instead. Get it?"

"You're demented."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would," you snort. "Listen, I'll be home as soon as I find the spiced rum."

"We still having pizza?"

"Yes," you answer, "and then you're gonna play video games with the guys."

"Are you sure? I thought I might skip this week since we have so much going on."

"You planned this whole secret wedding and honeymoon; you deserve a break. Plus, I still need to try on a few things and decide what I'm wearing tomorrow for the ceremony."

"You'll be gorgeous in whatever you wear." His voice drops an octave as he continues. "Maybe I can watch you try on dresses instead of playing video games?"

"No sex tonight, daddy," you tease, giggling when he groans. "We decided to abstain tonight, remember? So tomorrow night will be even more intense."

"Yes, ma'am, I remember," he sighs. "Just don't complain tomorrow when I try to get you in bed super early."

"When have I ever complained about that?" you ask.

"Never," he admits.

"And I'm not about to start now," you soothe, ending the call when you finally find the spiced rum.

~ ~ ~

About thirty minutes later, you park your car in the garage, grab a couple bags of groceries plus the spiced rum and head in the house, dropping everything on the kitchen island before calling out for Joe. "Babe? Where you at? Did you order the pizza?"

You get no response but hear muted noises coming from the laundry room so head in that direction. "Babe?" you call again, walking into the laundry room just in time to see Joe frantically pulling some teal blue sheets out of the dryer and cramming them into a duffle bag. "What are you doing?" you ask. "Are those new sheets?"

"Yeah," he says sheepishly. "I … ummm … I was packing them for the trip."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't they have sheets at the Airbnb?"

"I mean … yeah … but …"

His deer-in-the-headlights look makes you narrow your eyes at him before he speaks up again.

"Listen," he says, running a hand through his hair before locking eyes with you. "We'll be sleeping on these sheets for the first time as husband and wife, and I want to keep them, okay?"

"Awww!" You smile at him and step closer. "That's so romantic and sentimental," you whisper, smiling even bigger when his cheeks turn bright red. His 'aw shucks' demeanor and blushing cheeks framed by sexy scruff make you want to climb him like a tree; he raises an eyebrow as you bite your bottom lip, easily reading your mind, as usual. You rise up on your tiptoes just as he wraps his hands around your waist, your mouths meeting in a kiss that starts slow but quickly heats up. His hands slide down to squeeze your leggings-clad butt just as the doorbell rings.

"Crap," he mutters against your slick lips. "That's the pizza."

"Good timing," you state, pressing another kiss on his lips before stepping back.

"You think getting cockblocked by pizza delivery is good timing?"

"Today it is since we're supposed to be abstaining from sex until tomorrow night."

He gives you a playful grimace. "That's gonna be tough since I can't be around you without wanting to fuck you stupid."

"Romantic, sentimental and horny," you giggle, shaking your head as you hurry to answer the door.

"That's a good combo though, right?" he calls after you.

"The best!" you answer, throwing him a wink over your shoulder just before you round the corner.

~ ~ ~

A couple hours later -- after eating some pizza, watching a little TV together, and shooing Joe off to play video games with his friends -- you're upstairs in your walk-in closet, trying on the first of three dresses to decide which one to wear for the secret ceremony. All of your possible choices are different shades of white and not super formal; no need for formality since the ceremony is taking place just down the hall in Joe's office with a county court judge leading y'all through bare minimum vows.

When you shimmy into dress number three, you know its the one -- a fitted, creamy-white halter dress that hits a few inches above your knees and shows a hint of cleavage and more than a hint of bare shoulders and back. You smile at your reflection in the full-length mirror as you step into a pair of nude stilettos. "Perfect," you whisper, stepping out of the shoes and hanging the dress back up before pulling on one of Joe's old-ass graphic tees.

You head downstairs to pour a glass of wine, peeking in Joe's office on your way back to the master bedroom. He's talking mad shit while pounding on his video game controller. He loves those guys like brothers, you think to yourself. Lots of folks seem amazed that he's still super close with his high school and college friends, but that's just who he is. Fame and fortune have made him more guarded and private, but on a fundamental level, he's still the same exact guy he always was.

"A damn good guy," you whisper under your breath, watching him for another minute before heading down the hallway to the bedroom. You crawl into bed and get comfortable, opening your laptop to prepare to video chat with your bestie.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tuesday, 10/17/23

The next morning -- after a good night's sleep and a leisurely breakfast together -- y'all go your separate ways to prepare for the day. Joe takes the clothes he's wearing for the ceremony and his toiletries downstairs to a guest bathroom, insisting on not seeing you in your dress before the ceremony.

You smile as you think back to your conversation at breakfast.

~ ~

"Just get ready except for putting on your dress, okay?" he asked, biting into a piece of fried ham. "Then holler at me 'cause I have some jewelry I want to give you."

"So I shouldn't be wearing any jewelry?"

"Just your engagement ring."

~ ~

You take a deep breath as your mind snaps back to the present; you stare at your nude reflection in the bathroom mirror, satisfied that your usual routine of washing, conditioning, shaving, exfoliating, moisturizing, etc. has left you supple and sweet smelling. A fresh coochie wax and mani/pedi round out the grooming basics you regularly subject yourself to.

"Must be nice to be a man," you chuckle to yourself, thinking back again on your breakfast convo when Joe asked you if he should shave his scruff for the ceremony.

~ ~

"No!" you protested, both of you laughing at your aggressive tone as you continued. "I want to enjoy some honeymoon scruff action."

"Can't argue with that," he purred, giving you a filthy wink.

~ ~

"Can't wait for that," you whisper, smiling at your reflection as you slip into a creamy-white silk shorty robe.

Forty minutes later -- after applying some makeup and styling your hair in a simple french twist -- you open the bathroom door to holler for Joe, a big grin gracing your face when you find him sitting on the bed waiting for you. "Hope you haven't been waiting long," you state, beckoning him into the bathroom.

"Nope," he blurts, looking more than a little nervous as he hops up and walks toward you. "It didn't take me very long to set up the cameras in my office, and I'm too nervous to concentrate on anything else." He gives you a smile that more closely resembles a grimace. "This is not what I'm wearing, by the way," he continues, gesturing at his t-shirt and sweatpants. "I'm just waiting until the last minute to get dressed so I don't end up looking like a wrinkled mess."

"I know what you're wearing," you chuckle, pulling him into a hug, careful not to crush the black velvet box he's holding. "I helped pick it out, remember?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckles along with you, leaning into the hug for several heartbeats before stepping back.

"I'm nervous, too," you soothe, studying his face to try and read his mood. "Are you getting cold feet?"

"What? God no!" he scoffs. "My feet have never been hotter!" You giggle at his dramatic delivery as he continues. "Seriously … I want this more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life."

You raise an eyebrow. "More than a Super Bowl win?"

"I said what I said," he states. "More than anything including a Super Bowl win."

"Damn, you're down bad," you tease.

"You just now figuring that out?"

"No, sir. The good news is I'm down just as bad."

"No way," he grins. "I'm def down badder." You playfully roll your eyes as he lifts a hand to touch one of the tendrils of hair framing your face. "You look beautiful," he whispers.

"Thank you. So do you."

He gives you a skeptical look before taking a deep breath. "Let me compose myself for a sec." He takes another deep breath before continuing. "So … since we're waiting until our official ceremony to exchange wedding rings, I wanted to get you something to commemorate today." He holds the black velvet box out to you. "I hope you like it."

You take the box from him and open it, your breath catching at the matching necklace and earrings, dazzling diamond solitaires the same cut as your engagement ring. "Oh my gosh, Joe," you whisper, your gaze shifting between the lavish jewelry and his beautiful smiling face. "They're exquisite," you sigh, blinking back happy tears. "Thank you so much, babe, I love them." You rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss against his lips. "Help me put the necklace on," you ask excitedly.

"Check that little pocket under the lid first," he orders.

You tilt the box a bit so you can see what he's talking about. "What's in here?" you ask, reaching into the pocket that you didn't even notice while ogling the jewelry. "A mini magnifying glass," you murmur as you pull it out, giving Joe a quizzical look. "What's this for?" you giggle, holding it up to one eye while grinning. "I certainly don't need it to see these gorgeous diamonds."

He returns your smile before pointing at the necklace. "See that tiny tag just beside the clasp?"

"Yeah."

"There's something engraved on there that you can only see with a magnifying glass."

"Really?" your smile gets even bigger as you lean in and read the inscription; it's each of your initials -- with your last initial changed to 'B' -- plus today's date. "Oh my gosh, I love it!" you enthuse. "It's romantic, sentimental and also super shiesty."

"Exactly," he chuckles, taking the box and magnifying glass from you and setting them on the marble countertop. "Let's see how it looks on you," he states, gently lifting the necklace from its velvet nest before stepping behind you; you watch in the mirror as he drapes it on your neck and quickly secures it, pressing a kiss against the tiny tag nestled against the nape of your neck.

"It's gorgeous," you whisper as you look at it in the mirror.

"You're gorgeous," he states, dropping another lingering kiss on your neck.

"I've got something for you, too," you murmur, pulling a drawer on your vanity open to grab a small black velvet bag you stashed there earlier; you hand it to him with a sheepish smile. "Not as expensive as what you got me, but I hope you like it."

He loosens the drawstring and pulls out a narrow black wristband, tilting it to read the inscription stamped in white on the inside; it's the exact same as the one he chose for your necklace -- both of your initials plus the date. "I love that we're always on the same wavelength," he states, the look in his eyes causing a sizzle of heat to race down your spine as he slides the band onto a wrist, moving it around until it nestles right where he wants it among his other bands. "I love it, and I love you," he continues, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

"I love you, too," you whisper. "I can't believe I'm about to be your wife."

"Are you happy?" he asks. "Because I'm ridiculously happy, and I hope you are too."

"I'm so happy I can hardly stand it," you smile, framing his face with your hands, his scruff soft against your skin as you pull him down for another kiss; he leans into it for several heartbeats before reluctantly pulling back.

"I better go," he sighs before heading for the door. "Don't forget your earrings," he reminds you, giving you one last look before disappearing.

Thirty minutes later you're standing in Joe's office, waiting anxiously for the ceremony to begin. You eventually hear the doorbell ring and take a deep, calming breath as you hear voices and footsteps headed up the stairs.

The judge -- a woman in her mid-fifties with a tidy bob haircut and a friendly smile -- breezes into the office just ahead of Joe, holding a hand out when she sees you.

"You must be Y/n," she says. "I'm Judge Sheila."

"Nice to meet you," you state, shaking her hand.

"You too." She drops her briefcase on Joe's desk. "You kids are pulling a fast one on everybody, huh?" she asks, her eyes twinkling as she looks back and forth between you.

"Yes, ma'am," you laugh. "Our actual wedding will happen this off-season."

"Well, your secret is safe with me," she promises, opening her briefcase and pulling out a piece of paper. "I need y'all to sign this marriage license, and I'll act as a witness."

You feel the heat of Joe's gaze on you as he takes in your fitted halter dress and nude stiletto heels; his eyes linger on the substantial diamond studs twinkling in your earlobes and the solitaire necklace sitting pretty just above a tasteful hint of cleavage. "You look amazing," he whispers as he brushes by you and walks to his desk.

"You too," you murmur, your gaze raking over his tall frame adorned in charcoal gray dress slacks and a fitted blue-gray button-down dress shirt, the color making his eyes shift like a chameleon depending on how the light hits him.

You watch as he pulls a matte platinum pen that you've never seen before out of the top desk drawer and hands it to you; you inhale subtle deep breaths to calm your nerves as you sign the legal document, taking a second to inspect the pen after signing your name, noticing it has the same inscription as your necklace and his wristband engraved on it. You give Joe a look as he takes the pen from you and leans down to sign his name. Romantic and sentimental, you muse to yourself.

"Where should I stand?" Judge Sheila asks, picking a piece of lint off the sleeve of her black jacket. "I know y'all are videoing so just tell me where you want me."

"Why don't you stand behind the desk and we'll stand in front of it," Joe directs. "We have three cameras recording," he continues, pointing at a couple of bookcases and a trophy shelf where the cameras are located.

"Got all the angles covered," she states with approval as she positions herself behind the desk; she waits for you and Joe to take your places before getting down to business.

"Joe and Y/n, as I guide you in exchanging your vows today, you will each declare your intentions for a lasting partnership in love and marriage. Are you prepared to do this?"

"Yes!" you answer simultaneously, giggling a bit and exchanging smiles before returning your attention to the judge.

She smiles at your beaming faces before speaking again. "Turn and face one another and join hands."

She waits a few seconds for y'all to do her bidding before proceeding.

"Joe, do you take Y/n to be your wife, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love her, honor her, comfort her, cherish her, and keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Joe squeezes your hands gently and blinks several times to hold back tears as the judge speaks up again.

"Y/n, do you take Joe to be your husband, to live together in matrimony from this day forward, to love him, honor him, comfort him, cherish him, and keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," you answer, chill bumps running the length of your arms at the look on Joe's face. I'll never forget that look, you think to yourself as the judge continues.

"By the authority granted to me by the State of Ohio, it is my privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. Joe, you may kiss your bride."

He leans down and captures your lips, placing his hands on your waist for a few seconds before slowly sliding one hand upward, resting it on your bare back for several heartbeats before continuing up to cup the nape of your neck; you grip his shoulders and lean into him as he changes the angle of his head slightly to deepen the kiss, his thumb caressing your neck as his tongue tangles with yours.

After what seems like too long and not nearly long enough, he breaks the intense kiss and rests his forehead against yours as y'all try to regain composure.

"Hooo-wee! That kiss was a doozy!" the judge chortles.

"Sorry, your honor," Joe mumbles, making a sheepish face. "I got a little carried away."

"No need to apologize," she grins. "Your emotions are red-lining I would imagine."

"Pretty much, yeah," he admits, squeezing your hand and smiling at you as the judge whisks the signed marriage license into her briefcase.

"Allow me to be the first person to congratulate you on your marriage," she states. "I know y'all are videoing, but would you like me to take a few pics of you before I leave?"

"Thank you, that would be great," you answer, grabbing your phone and handing it to her while you pose with Joe. She snaps several pics, suggesting a few different poses and smiling after each shot.

"I think I missed my calling," she jokes as she hands your phone back. "If this whole judge thing craps out, I just might become a wedding photographer."

You laugh along with her as she grabs her briefcase and heads for the door. "I'll leave you two alone so y'all can deal with those big emotions." She gives you a cheeky wink and exits the room with the same brisk stride she entered with, Joe right behind her as he sees her out.

You take a couple of deep breaths and roll your shoulders to relieve some tension, smiling at Joe when he returns a few minutes later; he heads straight for you, wrapping you in a tight hug. "Mrs. Burrow, have I ever told you you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" he whispers against your ear.

"Several times, but I never get tired of hearing it." You lean back and frame his face with your hands. "And you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

"Don't lie," he snorts, his expression letting you know he's kidding but also looking for a little validation.

"I'm not lying!" you argue playfully. "Hook me up to a lie detector and I'll prove it!"

"Okay, I got one right here," he teases, reaching for his zipper as you both bust out laughing.

Once you finally compose yourselves, he speaks up. "Were you nervous as hell? 'Cause I was so nervous and giddy I thought I was gonna pass out for a sec."

"Me too," you agree. "I literally couldn't feel my face during the vows."

"Now imagine saying our personalized vows in front of a huge crowd of people."

You laugh at his grimace. "We have several more months before we have to worry about that." You walk behind the desk and open the top drawer, pulling the engraved pen out. "Romantic and sentimental," you tease, wagging it at him.

"Don't forget horny," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. "Speaking of that," he continues, walking up behind you and pressing his crotch against your butt; he places his hands on the desk on either side of you, trapping you in his embrace. "I need you to do something for me, okay?" he purrs, the husky tone of his voice causing your core to react.

"Okay," you whisper. "What do you need?"

He drops a kiss on the nape of your neck before nestling his mouth against your ear. "See … I have this whole romantic, sentimental night planned for us at the lakehouse -- something I've been planning for a long time -- but I have a dilemma."

"What's the dilemma?" you ask, your breath catching in your throat when he grinds his erection against you.

"That's the dilemma," he groans. "I need you to tell me it's a bad idea to bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless."

"Wh … why is it a bad idea?" you stammer.

"Because I want to make love to you for the first time as husband and wife in that big bed under that huge skylight."

"That will be amazing and very romantic."

"Yeah, I've been fantasizing about it forever," he admits. "But I also want to shove this pretty little dress up to your waist, slide your panties off and bury my tongue inside you right fucking now."

You whimper at the mental image as a gush of liquid heat floods your core.

"I need you to talk me down," he urges, sinking his teeth in your shoulder hard enough to sting then licking gently to soothe it.

"I … what? … Shit, I can't think straight." You take a deep breath and try to organize your thoughts. He's been planning this romantic wedding night for ages, you think to yourself. He even made a secret trip to move that bed and bought, washed and packed a set of damn sheets, so you need to push your horniness aside and make the right choice here. "Okay, listen," you state, taking another deep breath before continuing. "I would love for you to bend me over this desk right now, but we've done that several times before and will do that several times in the future, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You pivot in his embrace until you're facing him. "But we only get one chance to do the romantic thing you've been planning for ages -- which sounds freaking amazing -- so I think we should simmer down, take a cold shower and go do the damn thing."

He takes in your smile and swallows hard, heaving a deep sigh before returning your smile. "That's definitely the right choice," he agrees.

"Plus we can always recreate this exact scene when we get back from the lake." His eyebrows creep upward as you continue. "I'll put on this same outfit, same hair and makeup, and you can do the same minus the makeup."

"See, I knew you'd come up with the perfect solution," he states. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because most of your blood supply is in the wrong head right now to be doing deep thinking," you giggle.

"For real. I'm seriously taking a cold shower," he grumps.

"Me too, but def not together."

"Are you gonna rub one out?"

"No, I'll wait. What about you?"

"I'll wait. But I might bust in like thirty seconds when we finally get down to it."

"We've got all night, so that won't be a problem," you soothe.

"We've got the rest of our lives," he states with a wink.

"You're getting more romantic by the minute," you gush, "and I absolutely love it." You press a quick kiss on his lips before heading for the door. "Let's hurry up and get showered and changed; I'm ready to get started on that whole 'rest of our lives' thing."

You're halfway out the door when a thought hits you. "Oops!" you chirp, spinning back around and giving Joe a grin. "I guess we got all of that on video," you whisper, laughing when his eyes go wide. "You can just edit it out, right?" you ask.

"I'll edit it if we ever decide to show anybody, but I'll def keep the uncut vids for us," he grins, heading to turn off the cameras while you head to take a quick shower and change clothes.

~ ~ ~

About halfway into your drive to the lake, another thought hits you. "Oh my God, I just remembered something. When you called the judge 'your honor' after our kiss, "WAP" immediately started playing in my filthy mind." You clear your throat dramatically before launching into a few lyrics. "Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes …"

Joe chuckles along with you as your voice trails off. "It's only fitting since we're gonna reenact that song for the next several days," he teases. "At least the wet ass pussy part," he clarifies.

"No handcuffs and leashes?" you faux grumble.

"I forgot to pack 'em," he plays along, sliding his sunglasses down his nose a few inches before turning his head to give you a look over the top of the frames. "But we can improvise," he purrs. "You know I'm down for whatever."

"Better keep your eyes on the road, horndog," you giggle, a thrill running through you when he returns his attention to the road while squeezing your thigh. "Anyway," you continue. "I'm gonna cue up something for us to sing together. What sounds good?"

"How 'bout some Kid Cudi?"

"You got it," you agree, cranking the volume as the first notes sound, smiling as your combined voices -- out of tune but full of joy -- mingle as y'all cruise down the highway toward your destination.

~ ~ ~

A few hours later, y'all finally pull into the long, winding driveway of the lakehouse, each of you still singing the praises of the food you just ate at the Lake Lodge restaurant.

"That trout was delicious, and they have like ten other things on the menu I wanna try," Joe gushes. "Can't wait to go back."

"Everything was delicious," you agree, smiling at him as he parks the car in front of the tall, modern, perfectly awesome house.

"I'll pull into the garage later," he states, hopping out and grabbing a small cooler and tote bag from the back seat. "Right now we need to hurry to the back deck to catch the sunset."

You follow him up a winding path to the side of the house, watching as he inputs a security code into a gate before ushering you through it into a vast backyard. You walk up some stairs to a large elevated deck, admiring the expansive lawn that gives way to a beautiful, open water lake view. "It's just stunning," you breathe, "and so private. There are no other houses really close which is awesome." You turn to look at the house, your eyes going wide as you take in the outdoor furniture. "Wasn't there different outdoor furniture in the Airbnb pics?" you ask, checking out a loveseat that's situated in front of a coffee table with a built-in fire pit, both items looking brand new and more than a little familiar.

"Yeah," Joe shrugs as he sets the cooler and tote bag down on the coffee table. "The homeowner, Mr. Thompson, said he'd be replacing the old stuff since it was kind of beat."

"It didn't look beat in the pics," you murmur, raising an eyebrow as you turn your head to check out the dining table with six chairs. "Isn't this the same outdoor furniture we have at home?"

"Yep, Mr. Thompson asked me for a recommendation," Joe explains. "Him and his wife recently retired and are living in Florida full time now, and they didn't want to spend a lot of time trying to pick something out." He gives you a smile as he continues. "It looks good out here, don't you think?"

"It looks great," you agree, returning his smile. "You have impeccable taste."

He laughs at your cheeky tone. "You have the impeccable taste since you picked it all out to begin with. I just did a copy and paste."

"You wanna light the fire pit?" you ask.

"Let's do that tomorrow, okay? I wanna do the sunset champagne toast then I have a surprise to show you inside."

You turn and look at the house again, noticing that all of the blinds are drawn on the row of large windows overlooking the deck. "A surprise, huh?" you muse, your mind spinning at the possibilities until it settles on one. "Joseph Lee, there better not be a bunch of people in there waiting to yell 'surprise' at me."

He laughs as he pulls two champagne flutes out of the tote bag and a bottle of champagne out of the cooler; he easily pops the cork, pouring two glasses while shaking his head. "You really think my anti-social ass invited a bunch of folks to our private getaway?"

"I mean … no … but …"

"Nobody's in the house," he assures you, handing you a glass of bubbly before holding his glass up to propose a toast. "To my beautiful wife. I'm so happy I get to do life with you."

You feel your throat tighten with emotion as you clink your glass against his and take a sip of champagne. You give him a smile and hold your glass up. "To my beautiful husband. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

He clinks his glass against yours and you both take a sip before he gives you a quizzical look. "Hold up," he mutters. "Happiest woman on which planet?"

"This one," you laugh.

"Okay, just checking." He laughs with you for a bit before continuing. "I mean, if you were talking about Mars or something that kind of changes things."

"We're not on Mars, goober," you grin.

"True," he concedes, turning his head to look at the lake before recapturing your gaze. "This is way better than Mars."

"For sure."

He holds his glass up for another toast. "To making memories here for years to come."

You clink your glass against his and take a sip. "Are we gonna get a standing reservation here?" you ask excitedly, your eyes taking in the multi-colored sunset as it reflects off the lake. "I'd love to come several times a year since it's so close to home. I mean, an hour and a half drive is nothing, and it feels like a totally different world from the city." He gives you an enigmatic smile as you continue. "I know you're busy so I'll be happy to make the reservations."

"This house is no longer on the Airbnb market," he sighs. "It recently sold to a different owner."

"Oh damn," you grumble. "I didn't know it was for sale. Well, I'm not surprised somebody snapped it up because it's amazing. We'll just enjoy it while we can."

He sets his glass on the table and reaches into the tote bag, pulling a file folder out while giving you a wink. "It actually wasn't for sale," he states as he slides some papers out and hands them to you.

"What's this?" you ask, your eyes scanning the formal document.

"A deed," he answers, pointing at a certain line on the page.

You read his name and your name followed by a somewhat familiar address. Then you read it again, a little slower, before locking eyes with him. "You bought this lakehouse?"

"We bought this lakehouse," he grins. "Made 'em an offer they couldn't refuse."

"Are you serious?" you whisper.

"Yep. I know how much you love your parent's lakehouse, and I love it too. We've had some great times there, so I thought it'd be nice to have our own lakehouse we can come to whenever we want."

You smile like a lovesick fool, trying to suppress happy tears as he continues.

"Every pic and vid I've seen of you at your parent's place -- starting when you were about five years old -- you have the biggest smile on your face, kinda like right now." He matches your smile before speaking again. "We can come here as often as you want, and one of these days we'll bring our kids here and create those same amazing memories for them that you have from your childhood."

Your emotions are so big you literally can't speak, happy tears freely rolling down your cheeks. He takes the deed and your glass and sets them on the table, wiping your tears before pulling you close; he leans down and nestles his mouth against your ear as he continues. "I was looking forward to experiencing a lot of firsts here tonight as husband and wife -- first champagne toast, first sunset, first time we make love, but first time I make you cry wasn't on the list."

"They're happy tears," you wheeze against his broad chest. "Sorry, I can't help it."

"I'm teasing," he soothes, leaning back and looking down at you with a look on his face you'll never forget. "I'm just glad you're happy."

"If I was any happier, I'd spontaneously combust." You give an inelegant sniff as you continue. "I mean, it's absolutely amazing to me that such a hardass pro athlete is also romantic as hell. Like seriously romantic. This whole day has been like a dream."

He blushes so hard even his ears turn red. "It's your fault," he mumbles. "There's something about you that makes me act like this."

"I'm not complaining, babe," you giggle, pulling him down for a kiss. "I love it," you breathe against his lips. "Wouldn't change it for anything."

"I'm glad you love it," he mutters, deepening the kiss for a bit before pulling back. "But if you ever tell anybody I'm a raging romantic, I'll deny it to hell and back."

"All of your secrets are safe with me."

"Oh yeah?" he gives you a wicked grin. "What if I have some deep, dark secret that you don't know about yet?"

"Like what?"

He furrows his brow as he thinks about the question. "Like … what if I told you I'm a serial killer?"

You don't miss a beat. "Well, good thing we're married because we have spousal immunity. I can't be forced to testify against you."

He snort-laughs before taking in your serious demeanor. "Are you for real?"

"Yeah."

"If you knew I was a serial killer, you wouldn't testify against me?"

You shrug. "I mean, if you got arrested I assume they'd have enough evidence to put you away without any testimony from me. We've watched enough Forensic Files to know you can't get away with shit these days."

"Would you visit me in prison?" he asks, giving you a naughty grin. "Maybe give me some conjugal visits?"

"Yeah." You grin back at him, getting into the idea. "I mean you do look amazing in orange."

He throws his head back, his laughter loud in the stillness of the gathering dusk. "Thank you. Now I have a new idea for role-playing," he teases.

"Prison guard and the hot inmate?"

"I was thinking a hot psychologist trying to understand what makes a serial killer tick." His expression goes from playful to suggestive as he gives you a slow once-over before continuing. "You can wear that black pinstripe suit -- the one with the pencil skirt -- and some fuck-me pumps."

"Because of course a woman with a PhD in forensic psychology would wear fuck-me pumps to interview a serial killer."

"Of course," he grins "and definitely no panties."

"You've been watching too much porn," you giggle.

"I don't need porn when I have a smoking hot wife and a dirty mind."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you tease, a thrill running through you at the way "wife" easily rolled off his tongue. "Where can we get you an orange jumpsuit?"

He shrugs. "I can wear an orange sweatshirt and sweatpants."

"And no panties."

"Definitely no panties," he laughs. "Do you still have those fake glasses from when you dressed up as a naughty librarian for Halloween?" he asks. "Those would be hot with that outfit."

"Oh my God, I forgot about the naughty librarian outfit," you whisper, your mind flashing back to that Halloween party several years ago.

~ ~ ~

Y'all had only been dating for a few months, and it was your first Halloween together. You didn't intend to go to any parties but got a last minute invite from one of his LSU teammates who lived in the same apartment complex. Y'all had quickly half-assed a couple of costumes -- naughty librarian and the stuffy, know-it-all physics professor.

Most of the other girls at the party had been half naked, but the 'naughtiness' in your costume had been implied -- tight sweater that hugged your curves tucked into a long plaid skirt with black tights and sensible heels. Your hair was up in a tidy bun and your plump lips featured a dark berry lip stain that Joe couldn't keep his eyes off of. The fake eyeglasses really set the whole look off, and it wasn't until y'all were a few drinks in -- making out in a dark hallway -- that Joe realized your tights were actually thigh-highs and your panties -- way up underneath that long skirt -- were crotchless (a gag gift from your bestie). The look on Joe's face when he hit paydirt still resonates in your mind.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Are these …"

"Crotchless panties?" you giggled at the look on his face. "Yeah."

"Let's go," he ordered, pulling his hand out from under your skirt and quickly leading you toward the door.

The sex that night had been next-level raunchy. You ended up in nothing but the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, straddling him as he lay naked on his back on the bed; he kissed you breathless before wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you forward until you were basically doing the splits on his face. It was the first time you sat on his face, and you were just tipsy enough from the punch you drank at the party to not be self-conscious about it. He gripped your plump ass with his big hands, holding you in place as he thrust his tongue inside you in a relentless rhythm, occasionally latching onto your clit and sucking with the perfect amount of pressure to make you claw at the headboard before sliding his tongue back down to your core literally a split second before triggering your climax. He did this over and over until you were a quivering, begging mess by the time he finally finished you, your cries of pleasure still echoing in the bedroom when he flipped you on your stomach and entered you from behind, riding you hard as you did your best to fuck back against him on your shaky legs.

~ ~ ~

"Damn," His deep voice pulls you out of memory lane. "That was so fucking hot. We def need to revisit that outfit on you one of these days."

"We'll see," you grin, a delicious thrill running through you knowing you've packed a slightly different version of that outfit -- crotchless panties, thigh-highs and a lace-front underbust corset that serves your bare breasts up on a platter. You hadn't even been thinking about the naughty librarian get-up when you packed that lingerie ensemble, but you'd def been thinking about the hot sex y'all had that night once he got you alone. A quick thought pops in your head. "Do you wanna revisit the entire naughty librarian outfit, or just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties?"

"I mean, I love you in whatever you wear," he rushes to say, his cheeks turning pink like he got caught thinking something extra naughty.

"I know," you reassure him, leaning forward to give him a kiss. "So just the thigh-highs and crotchless panties, right?" you tease.

"Yeah," he grins. "If that's okay."

"I think I can make that happen sometime in the future." He never pressures you to wear lingerie, which is one of the reasons you love wearing it for him. "Let's go inside," you continue. "It's getting a little chilly out here."

"Hold on, let's get a quick pic with the sunset first." He digs his phone out of his pocket and positions himself with his back to the lake, waiting for you to snuggle against him before snapping a pic; y'all both check the pic out, smiling at each other at how great it turned out.

"We look really good together, don't we?" he asks, still admiring the pic. "Really, really good," you agree, turning your attention back to the pic as he holds his phone closer to you -- you're wearing black leggings, black leather knee boots and a fitted teal wrap sweater that barely covers your booty. He's wearing black jeans, black and white sneakers, and a gray thermal henley. Both of you are wearing big smiles as the sunset creates a halo around you.

"That pic is epic," he mutters, "like hang it in the Louvre, epic." He eventually shoves his phone back in his pocket before waving a hand at the stuff on the table. "I'll come back for this stuff in a bit, but first I wanna carry you over the threshold." He picks you up bridal style and carries you toward the door, easily holding you while punching in the security code.

"You ready for this, Mrs. Burrow?" he asks.

"I'm so ready," you answer, your heart full of everything you ever hoped for as he opens the door and carries you inside.

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TSC CHAPTER ELEVEN SPOILERS AHEAD

STARTING OFF THE CHAPTER STRONG AS FUCK DISASTER BISEXUAL JEAN MOREAU AWARENESS

picturing jean in a pair of raybans is good for my mental health

“Missed a couple spots. Need a hand?”

jeremy u flirt

do the trojans ever realise that jean is NOT IN FACT deaf and standing right in front of them when they are talking about him?

oh ok so chapter 11 is in fact worse than chapter 10

if anyone reading this has ever believed that they deserved the abuse, trauma/suffering they’ve experienced, i’m here to tell u right now that nobody deserves that and it is not ever ur fault, no matter what others might say or try to convince u. whatever happened to u is unequivocally not ok. please seek help from a professional if u are worried about urself or others in ur life.

if u have ever felt uncomfortable or violated in certain situations just know that no matter how ‘big’ or ‘small’ the situation may seem (i use these terms loosely because i do not believing in ranking peoples traumas), ur feelings are 100% valid and u always always deserve to be respected and heard.

i hope u know that u are not alone and never will be.

sending lots of love to all of u

wtff jenkins is a girl?? did we all know this or have i just read too many fanfics always thought jenkins was a guy?

It was sacrilegious even in the privacy of his head, and Jean hunched his shoulders against a blow that never came.

fuck that’s a good line. traumatic as fuck and makes me wanna cry for all these boys have gone through but god as an ex-catholic raised queer person i can tell u this line struck hard even though i cant relate to the specifics of the scene

Jean didn’t mind cooking, but he didn’t say that. This was the first time his room truly felt safe and right, and he was content to hold onto it for as long as he could. He closed his eyes again, but now his thoughts were snagged on Jeremy. At length he broke the silence to say, “Two beds would fit in here.”

jean moreau u are so loved

“You are not them,” Jean said. “Kevin would not have sent me here if you were.”

THE PARALLELS IN THIS BOOK ARE FUCKING KILLING ME PLS NORA LET ME LIVE IN PEACE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE

ANDREIL EXISTS IN EVERYTHING

Just because he had to meet with this man didn’t mean he had to speak to him.

jean, u diss aaron earlier in the books but really ur just the same as him

betsy dobson to the mother fuckibg rescue someone get this bitch a ‘worlds best therapist’ mug

and jean, dude do u know how fucking similar u and neil are, seriously like u guys should be besties like-

“It was not my choice,” he sent back in warning. “I do not need counseling.” He didn’t trust her at all, but there was no point spelling it out.

CHAPTER TWELVEE

dude wtf is it with me and napping while tryna finish this book, literally just accidentally fell asleep for 2.5 hrs when i could’ve been reading

“Imagine getting changed so we can practice,” Jean said.

king is fed uppp

“It’s not about size, anyway.” “Defensive,” Jean said, tugging his glove straps with his teeth. Jeremy straightened in indignation. “I don’t have anything to be defensive about.” Jean lost his grip and bit his lip, and Jeremy hurried on before either of them could think too much about that double entendre.

OKKKK JEREMY I SEE U

“That’s not—I do care. I want you to play with us, and I want you to have fun again. I want to see what you can do on the court and what you bring to our defense line. I want us to finally win this year after coming so close and failing too many times. But it’s just a game, Jean. Your safety and happiness will always be more important than our season.”

GOOD GOD ITS WHAT U DESERVE JEAN

“Every time you say that you take a year off my life. I’d really like to live to ninety, so please knock it off.”

now the trojans understand how the foxes feel when neil whips out his ‘im fine’ line,, also i’m never gonna stop saying that neil and jean should be besties it’s literally just a fact

“I do not believe you when you are drinking such filth,” Jean said, with a disapproving look toward her drink. Laila stared him down as she sucked a long gulp through the straw,

this book is so devastatingly depressing and explores some of the most horrible traumatic things that could happen to a person but it’s interspersed with some of the funniest scenes that it gives me whiplash

“Pat and Ananya have wanted to fuck Cody’s brains out for almost a year now. I really thought Cody moving in with them this summer was going to finally get that ball moving, but apparently not. It’s getting kind of pitiful.” “Pat and Ananya have been engaged almost as long as Cody has known them,” Laila pointed out as she fit herself against Cat’s side. “You can’t blame Cody for being scared of where they might belong in something like that.”

NORA GIVING US THE POLYAMORY WE DESERVE AFTER CUTTING KANDREIL FROM THE OG BOOKS LETS GO QUEER REP

YK THAT RUNNING JOKE THAT USC IS THE QUEEREST TEAM AND NOBODY HAS AS MANY GAYS AS THEY DO??? IM SO FUCKIBG HAPPY NORA HAS BASICALLY MADE THAT CANNON

CHAPTER 13333

jeremy is so hopelessly crushing on jean and that’s real of him

meanwhile jean:

Threat assessment, he told himself, and it was almost the truth.

sureee buddy

They’d arrived holding hands and dressed in matching cream-and-teal outfits. Even their gold-rimmed sunglasses and teal sneakers were identical.

well that is definitely an outfit!

“Speaking of happy endings, has Laila bought you a sex toy yet?”

EXCUSE ME

this whole scene was so fucking random but jean deserves great friendships

ANOTHER TRANS TROJAN LETS FYCKING GOOOOOO CONGRATS ON UR TOP SURGERY XAVIER

‘i’m sure the ravens wouldn’t have taken neil in if they’d known he was the son of a mob boss!!’

uhhhhh…

i don’t know how to tell u this buddy

dude i just cannot stop think about the whole new world of fanfics we’re gonna get now that tsc has come out like the aftg universe is expanding and becoming more detailed it’s gonna be crazy

chapter 14!!!

Jean eyed him. “For what purpose?” Jeremy looked to the ceiling for patience. “For fun.” Jean sighed as if Jeremy was the one being unreasonable.

oh jean we’ll get there eventually

Jean was a starving dog on a short chain who’d learned years ago not to bite back.

OH MY FUCKING GOD GIVE ME PEACE

MY CHEST IS ACHING AT THIS METAPHOR

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP THE PARALLELS ARE DESTROYING ME I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to be doing this together, aren’t we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that he hurt you, I’m sorry that you’re still afraid to talk about it, and I’m sorry that you think I’ll never understand. I’m sorry that he tricked you into thinking you deserved it. But I’m not sorry he’s gone. I can’t be.”

“Neither am I.”

TEAR MY HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT NORA JESUS CHRIST

everytime one of the trojans says ‘we’re here to listen whenever your ready to talk and open up to us’ and then they go and demand he tell them every secret he’s ever kept

kevin and jeans relationship in this book is so fucking well written, it’s tearing me apart and giving me so much life

they have so much shared trauma and the relationship is so complex but they understand eachother so deeply

He is not used to having a voice, and he has never had power. I cannot promise he will ever talk to you.” “I will wait as long as it takes,”

“Be careful with it,” Kevin said. “Be careful with him.”

“Night practices with Andrew and Neil,” Kevin said. “Obsessed,” Jeremy

exy fiend kevin day representation

also

“No, Jean is fine. As fine as he can be, anyway. Yes, I know.” (kevin when talking to someone ‘offscreen’) i just know he was talking to neil

She crossed the room and leaned over, catching Jean’s head in her hands so she could plant a kiss to the top of his head.

this is the love jean deserves

chapter 15:

“Your fourth line has a smart mouth, Coach,” Jean said. “I was hoping he would bite his tongue off in the fall and save us both some grief in the long run.”

jean i love u

Jean wished he had the common sense to shut up,

he’s so me

“And keep Kevin’s name out of your ignorant mouth,”

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME UR HONOUR

i keep forgetting that jean only learnt english after he moved into evermore and that kevin probably taught him but i love the subtle little reminders every now and then when he has to clarify a word, like when he has to ask what a ‘floozy’ is and:

due to egregious injuries.” Jean didn’t recognize that word, but since Lucas was already running his mouth, he didn’t get a chance to ask.

it’s such a good detail that just adds so much more depth to his character

“Permission to break his face, Coach?” Jean asked. “Denied,” White said.

SCREAMING

THIS IS SO NEIL AND WYMACK CODED I LOVE IT

JEAN MOREAU ON A MOTHERFUCKING MOTORCYCLE HOLY SHIT

catalina alvarez u wonderful human i love u

jean realising how big the world is and the fact that he’s explored more of california than any other place he’s been before is making me tear up he never should’ve been kept trapped inside he deserves to see the world

So long as she existed as fractured memories, she was safe and small and sheltered.

oh god don’t do this to me

Jean gazed out at the endless horizon, feeling small and infinite from one moment to the next.

beautiful, just beautiful, absolutely immaculate

A cool evening breeze. Rainbows. Open roads.

A COOL EVENING BREEZE. RAINBOWS. OPEN ROADS

SECOND LAST CHAPTER!!! LETS GOOO

“He is not going to hit you. Okay? We don’t do that here. You said you’d try to do better and that’s enough for us.”

starting off strong

You’re one of my kids now.

don’t mind me i’m just sobbing

no no no no no no no no no

holy shit no what the fucking fuck

don’t do this to jean rn oh my fucking god i’m sick to my stomach on the verge of fully crying right now

actually dreading reading on right now

um ok yeah so i read it and to anyone who hasn’t finished the book yet beware there is a graphic violent scene followed by an intense panic attack in chapter 16 that’s is very difficult to read

i did cry and all i can say is thank fuck for lisinski’s timing

Jeremy’s response was low but unhesitating: “I will not look away.” “I do not want you to look.” It frightened him how much it sounded like a lie,

only redeeming part of this chapter is that neil’s back but i’m still in so much shock over what’s just happened that i cant properly appreciate him

chapter 17 the finale:

feeling incredibly somber as i reach the end of the book

please god destroy anyone who has ever hurt jean moreau

nora’s really filling in all the plot holes left from aftg - why did nobody question why neil’s hair was dyed after evermore ????? why did nobody question neil being at evernote in the first place???

i’m laughing at neil’s map print-outs he’s so uncool, also i keep forgetting this is still meant to be 2007

jean-yves moreau oh my fucking god

“says who?” Stuart asked. “The dead kid?

stuart hatford u are so funny, is this where neil inherited is sarcasm from?

stuart hatford says fuck riko and so do i

Neil shrugged. “Do you have anyone who can take on local work?”

NEIL JOSTEN U ARE MY HERO I LOVE U U BADASS MOTHER FUCKER

Neil offered her a disarming smile that would never sit quite right on his face.

devouring these scraps about my boy

YOOOO WTF NORA RLLY JUST WANTED TO GIVE JEAN THE WORST FUCKING DAY HE COULD POSSIBLY HAVE HUH?? JUST DROPPED THE FACT THAT HIS SISTER IS DEAD MY POOR BOY

Neil filled in the finer details with an ease that would have been impressive to listen to any other day

- yes neil is incredibly smart, thank u jean for confirming to us

The only thing left to ask for was something he barely understood: “I want to go home.”

oh the complicated nature of home and one’s sense of belonging that persists throughout these books will never fail to make me feel absolutely everything. nora knows exactly what i want in a book

“I can see the kitchen. There should be a door out to where the dumpsters are. We can make it back to the garage from there.”

to be loved by neil josten is to be offered a way to evade the fbi together

“Tedious,” Neil said. “I’m trying to eat.”

my hero

Neil waited until he was done before deciding he wanted to finish his drink. Neither agent was impressed with their absolute lack of urgency,

i love u neil josten pls give me ur autograph

Neil, being the person he was, pointed at the fire hydrant adjacent to its front bumper and said, “That’s illegal, just so you know.” “Shut up and get in the car.”

i wish neil josten was real

He couldn’t fear a government who was so easily infiltrated and manipulated

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT

Neil flipped his takeout box open and started eating. “I’m allowed to visit people.”

he’s everything to me 🥰

“You’re one to accuse others of intolerable attitudes,” Browning said, and Neil only shrugged indifference.

and—for once—without any of your usual bullshit.”

- browning u love him just like the rest of us don’t lie rn

ngl i’m never getting over the fact that jean and neil are the same age like this is crazy to me nora whyd u have to do this i cant cope

“The more people I hold onto, the less of a threat I am, because I won’t want to endanger them by acting out.”

oh neil look how far uve come, i’m so proud

“Lock your door tonight if it will help, but Grayson will never bother you again.”

THANK U LORD FOR THE BRILLIANT NEIL JOSTEN HES ANSWERED MY PRAYERS U BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL HUMAN IM SO THANKFUL FOR UR PRESENCE

all my favourite bamf! neil fics have him taking out a hit on someone for the benefit of the people he loves and i’m so glad that’s canon

i’m going fucjing crazy i didnt think it was possible to love neil anymore than i already do

best friends ❤️

jean tearing up and throwing away the notebooks and realising he trusts the trojans and the four of them going to eat one of cats new recipes after they waited up last midnight for him

A COOL EVENING BREEZE RAINBOWS OPEN ROADS AND FRIENDS

!!!!!

I CSNT BELIEVE ITS OVERRRRR I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS HOLY FUCK

#aftg #all for the game #tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court #jean moreau #jerejean #jeremy knox #catalina alvarez #laila dermott #neil josten #david wymack #stuart hatford #nora sakavic

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[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .010

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NOTE: Finally to chapter 10!

Don’t think too hard about this poll, it’s only kinda relevant to the plot, but not in a major way. You can theorize what this means, but I won’t really confirm what it means.

Please let me know of the love interests the reader has interacted with so far is your favorite! Preferably in the context of the story !

A list of the choices I’m talking about are: Liu Kang. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi, and Johnny Cage.

As usual, taking these opinions for about a week after this goes up, aka when the tumblr poll ends!

Kitana made it in as a love interest! I was NOT expecting the total landslide victory she had haha

As a friendly reminder, this story is canon divergent :) Also, this is Mortal Kombat, but I did feel the need to warn for gore near the end!

FROM THE EYES OF ONE WHO WITNESSES SOMETHING TRULY IMPORTANT

Today was finally the day.

Basking in the sunrise, a large grin spread across your face. The gentle beams of light warmed you up to combat the light breeze that passed by. You felt the excitement that surged through you, reminding you of how you felt the day of the entry exam for Kung Lao and Raiden.

That was months ago, and you could hardly believe how much time had passed.

“I see that you are eager for today.” Liu Kang remarked. You turned your head to look back at the god, unable to hide your excitement. The fire god smiled just as brightly as you did, amusement sparkling within his glowing eyes.

“It’s hard not to be.” You quipped, your fingers tapping the wooden railing. You closed your eyes as you envisioned your students that you had trained hard to get to where they were now. Sure, you had been given students that had been trained well, but it was undeniable that you left a positive influence in honing their skills. “We’ll finally determine who Earthrealm’s champion is.”

“We shall indeed.” Liu Kang stepped beside you, his shoulder brushing against you gently. You enjoyed the warmth the fire god radiated, it felt comforting as usual. He looked at the sunrise. It was funny to you how, despite being a god, he always seemed to enjoy these mundane early mornings with you. Then, he returned his gaze back to you. “Do you have any predictions on who it will be?”

“That’s like picking a favorite.” You pointed out. Still, you pursed your lips and sighed as you deliberated over the answer. You let out a small hum, scooting just a touch closer to Liu Kang. It was colder than usual, and you sought out his warmth. The demigod did not complain as your arm brushed up against him. “I think in my heart I believe in Raiden, but I know he has not beaten Kung Lao yet.”

“I see.” Liu Kang replied. There was something to his tone of voice that you couldn’t quite place. It was as if he expected that answer, but there was also something else there. “Thank you for undertaking the training for the champions.”

“Thank you for believing in me.” You countered, looking at the god. You paused, trying to remember the words he told you long ago. “I remember how you told me that you trusted me to do this task, all those months ago.” Your gaze dropped to your fidgeting hands. “It really inspired me to hear those words from you. Not just because you’re a god, but because it’s well…you who trusted me, if that makes sense.”

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Yet this time, it was on the shoulder furthest from Liu Kang, making his arm gently wrap around your shoulders. He gave your shoulder a squeeze, bringing you just a little closer to him. It was comforting. You looked over to the fire god beside you to see an expression that told you that he was so proud of you.

“I am honored to have inspired you.” Liu Kang said, his voice a bit quieter this time. There was pride and joy within his voice, but you could sense a hint of something else within his tone. It was something you couldn’t quite place, but it made you happy regardless. He paused, eyes searching you. For a moment, you saw his eyebrows furrow and there was an almost imperceptible sadness in his eyes. Then, in the next instant, it was gone.

What was that?

“Not many can say that a god was honored to motivate them.” You pointed out with a chuckle, joking around to push out the confusion you felt. Were you just seeing things? Or had Liu Kang truly been sad in that one instant? And if he had…why?

“It is only because few are worthy of such praise.” Liu Kang pointed out, and you felt your cheeks grow warm at the compliment. You focused your eyes upon the sunrise once more. You both stood there, side by side, enjoying the early morning peace. “Are you excited to see Outworld?” The god inquired, breaking the silence.

“Excited feels like such an understatement.” You admitted watching the sun rise high into the sky. The oranges and pinks faded out, giving way for a soft blue. “I feel like I might finally learn something about myself once I finally go there.” You told him, alluding to the memories the two of you had long since stopped talking about.

“I hope that you will.” Liu Kang said, though there was a strange tone in his voice. Hesitance? There were a lot of emotions you couldn’t decipher well from him at the moment. You felt his fingers twitch on your shoulders. “Would you ever consider staying in Outworld, given the chance?”

“I…” You began, but your mind blanked. You blinked as you took a deep breath in, trying to think of what you would do. In all honesty, you weren’t certain. The voice in your head told you that you needed to leave this place and go explore in order to figure yourself out. But on the other hand, if you left, you would be leaving the whole life you had been building up behind. “I’m not sure.”

“No need to concern yourself over such a choice right now.” Liu Kang told you, concern in his tone as he noticed how torn you were. Had you been looking over, you would have seen a hint of relief on his face. “It was merely a hypothetical.”

“I know.” You said, shrugging. “I just never really thought about it.” You admitted, sighing. “Plus, I doubt they would let an Earthrealmer wander around, from what you told me.”

“They are not often fond of Earthrealmers, but that does not mean it is impossible for you to go there and be accepted.” He consoled you. “Do not forget that you are not exactly a normal Earthrealmer.” He told you, reminding you of your potential origins.

You looked at your arms again, remembering the innate magic running through your blood.

Right. There was a high chance you were an Edenian. A theory only you and the fire god knew. You sighed leaning against the railing. Would it really make a difference if you were of Outworld blood? You were essentially a stranger to everything in Outworld, making you no different than an Earthrealmer.

Sensing your distress, Liu Kang squeezed your shoulder again.

“My apologies.” He said softly, his gaze gentle as he scanned your face. “I did not mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” You reassured him, turning to look at him. You brought a hand up and placed it on his hand, squeezing it. “I just worry too much, sometimes, you know me.” You said, poking fun at yourself to lighten up the situation.

“Your worries are not unfounded.” The fire god reassured you, nodding. “But just know, no matter what choice you make in the future, you always have a home in Earthrealm.”

Your heart swelled, knowing very well he was right. No matter where you went, you knew that you at least had a place to call home. It was a comfort not many had to fall back on. You closed your eyes, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face.

“I know.”

“Here you go.”

“Finally!” Kung Lao grinned as he took the box from you. You grinned back, watching as he opened the box up and held up the final product. He took in a deep breath as he looked between you and the hat, unable to contain his joy.

“Go on, put it on.” You encouraged him, gesturing for him to put the hat on. With a nod, he lifted the hat and placed it on his head. You inhaled, feeling that all too familiar wave of nostalgia wash over you. The hat just looked so…right.

“How do I look? Perfect, right?” Kung Lao asked, cockiness in his voice as he struck a pose for you to show off the hat. You snapped out of your stupor.

“I think you’d look a little better like this.” You said, raising a hand up to put a hand on the brim of the hat. You laughed as you pulled the hat down, covering his eyes. He let out a shout of protest as he adjusted the hat back up.

“Foul play!” He huffed, a small pout on his lips as he pulled it back up. He shot you a playful glare, to which only made you laugh again. “I know you’re just jealous though of how good I look.” Kung Lao tacked on, making you roll your eyes. “Oh, here, by the way.”

“Hm?” Confused, you grabbed the small box the former farmhand shoved into your hands. You looked down at it before looking back up, sending him a confused look. “What’s this?” You inquired, lifting the box up to try and inspect it.

“Well, typically when one wants to know what’s in a box, they open it.” Kung Lao pointed out sarcastically. You shot him a narrowed look, making him hold his hands up in surrender. “Just open it!” He insisted, nodding towards the box.

“Alright.” You relented. You opened the box slowly, not certain of what waited for you. You let out an involuntary gasp as you saw the contents. It was a necklace with a chinese dragon engraved intricately. In its hands held two small jade orbs. “When did you…?”

“I made a small request for the blacksmith to make you something too.” The former farmhand admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He sounded humble as he, in an almost shy way, looked away. He was trying to play it cool. “I got Madam Bo to help design the dragon, and she also provided the jade, Lord Liu Kang also approved of the design too.”

“This is amazing.” You said, unable to hide a grin that spread from ear to ear. “Thank you, Kung Lao.”

“It’s nothing.” Kung Lao said, putting on his best cocky smile. “You helped me make my hat dreams come true, it’s only fair.” You lifted up the necklace from the box, admiring the craftsmanship in the light. It was truly breathtaking.

“Can you help me put it on?” You asked, looking at the man. He nodded, and you handed it to him, and turned around. Delicately, he placed the chain around your neck, his fingertips brushing against your neck in a gentle way. “Thank you.”

“Just know now you have something to show off now whenever you talk about Earthrealm’s champion.” Kung Lao bragged as you turned around. You rolled your eyes again, but was unable to hold back a laugh at his bravado.

“We’ll see today if that rings true.” You told him, before turning your attention to Liu Kang who you saw walking into the Wu Shi. “Go back to the others, we’re starting soon.” You instructed him, before quickly running off to go meet up with the fire god.

“I see Kung Lao has his hat.” Liu Kang observed, watching your student run off towards the courtyard. You nodded, smiling as you joined the god’s side. Said fire god’s gaze drifted down and looked at your new necklace. “And I see you have your new necklace.” He said warmly. a smile pulling at his lips. “It looks lovely on you.”

“Thank you.” You said, accepting the compliment. You looked around, sighing. “It’s hard to believe that we’re leaving for Outworld in a week.” You commented, staring up. “I know we just discussed it earlier, but still…it’s hitting me in waves of realization.”

“Indeed. Time passes quite quickly.” Liu Kang said, nodding. You wondered just how mere months felt to the god who, as far as you were concerned, was immortal. “Come, let us go and begin the exams.” He said, tilting his head to the path ahead. You followed, matching his path to the courtyard.

Once you reached the courtyard, you spotted the four. You smiled, observing them as they discussed amongst themselves. You assumed they were probably bickering, from the expressions on their faces. You blinked as Liu Kang handed you a mallet, gesturing to the gong. You nodded, understanding what he wanted, and swung at the gong. the sound reverberating throughout the Wu Shi.

“And today, one of you will be chosen to fight for it at the tournament.” Liu Kang said, his arms spread out. He walked towards the four men, stopping just before the steps. You followed behind, hands behind your back as you put on your display of teacher professionalism. As the four stopped in front of you two, you stepped to stand beside the god.

“Only one of us, Lord Liu Kang?” Raiden inquired, looking at the two of you. You nodded silently. “Isn’t Outworld fielding several champions?”

“The tournament’s rules give the host that advantage.” Liu Kang explained, looking around at the four men. “And it is Outworld’s turn as host.”

“You know…I don’t why I’ve never asked this…” Johnny piped up, placing his hands on his hips. He looked towards Raiden, chuckling before looking back at Liu Kang. “What’s our record at this tournament? Also uh,” The actor gestured towards you, “Why doesn’t teach over there participate either?”

“Outworld and Earthrealm are pretty even in wins.” You explain, speaking up once Liu Kang looked towards you. “Though, as of late, Earthrealm has been on a bit of a winning streak.” You say, remembering what the fire god had told you about the tournament. “As for me not participating, it’s not my place to participate.” You explained vaguely. You watched as the four looked at you perplexed.

When the tournament had been brought up to you years ago, Liu Kang and you had both agreed that it was probably best for you to not participate. Your potential status as an Edenian, though no one knew of it, would probably be the topic of controversy if that ever got out. It was just better this way.

That and…you had a feeling that someone else was destined for that title.

“Indeed, Earthrealm has been on a winning streak as of late.” Liu Kang said, picking up where you left off. “However, in retaliation, Outworld has been gaining strength.” His voice grew more serious. “Should it win, it’s more militant factions will be emboldened.”

“I thought you admired Outworld?” Raiden questioned. His tone was polite, though it did drip of confusion at the statements Liu Kang had just said. You figured that was fair, Liu Kang spoke very little ill of the other realm.

“It is a place of great knowledge, wealth, and beauty.” Liu Kang said, walking down the steps. You followed in tow. It was hard to believe the words that left Liu Kang’s mouth, the old version of Outworld burned into your mind. It made you all the more eager to erase those negative memories, and see the new realm he spoke so fondly of.

“But our realms do not share goals and beliefs.” The protector of Earthrealm continued. He walked forward with you by side, and the four candidates for champions followed behind. “We coexist peacefully because Outworld respects our strength.”Should we show weakness, our rival…will become our enemy.”

You held your breath for a moment, briefly remembering Earthrealm in ruins after an attack by a powerful tyrant.

That could not happen. You surely had trained the four enough, right?

“I will not lose, Lord Liu Kang.” Kung Lao spoke, snapping you out of your memories. You glanced over to Kung Lao, holding back a huff. Ever the proud man, but you knew very well that he could back it up. He, after all, won the most during spars and had a lot of potential. His pride was not unfounded.

“First you must win the right to represent us.” Liu Kang told him. You all approached the monks, standing respectfully for you all. In front of you, in the center of the monks was a luxurious wooden chair. Liu Kang stood in front of it, and you took your place behind the chair, standing vigilantly. “Whichever outlasts the others will be chosen.”

Liu Kang sat, and the monks all sat as well. You remained standing, looking carefully at the four you had been in charge of training over several months. You took in a deep breath as silence settled in. Liu Kang had put you in charge of deciding who to test.

“Raiden.” You spoke up. Quickly, the man’s eyes met yours. You stared back, scrutinizing the man before gesturing. “You will go first.” You instructed, following the instinct you had in your gut. You watched as Raiden stepped forward, bowing towards you and Liu Kang. You smiled at him. Then, you heard Johnny Cage’s laugh.

“Good call.” Johnny said, his arms crossed as he looked at his peer. “Cull the weak first.” He said with the utmost confidence. His arms uncrossed, placing his hands on hips. His chest puffed out, showing off his confidence. A smug smile appeared on his face.

“Johnny Cage.” You addressed, meeting his eyes. You held back a sly grin as you nodded towards the place next to Raiden. “You will be his challenger.” Despite the instruction, the confidence did not falter at all, which was expected.

“Ready for your close up?” Kenshi commented.

“Alright, let’s do this.” Johnny Cage confidently said. He leaned forward, stretching a bit. Then he looked over to Raiden and pointed at him. “But remember, farm boy, I’m a global martial arts icon.” The actor bragged. Kenshi and Kung Lao left for the sidelines, allowing the two to get in their positions. “I don’t think you can handle this much boom.”

“I am ready, Johnny Cage.” Raiden replied simply. He was not deterred from the swagger the actor brought. You smiled, glad to see that over time, his training had instilled more confidence within his abilities. “My mind and spirit fight as one.”

“Fight!” Liu Kang’s voice rang out.

You held your breath as it began. Early on, you watched as Johnny Cage took the advantage, going aggressive against Raiden. Predictably, his reckless style was soon countered by the defensive and reactive way Raiden fought against him.

It did not take long for Raiden to take down the actor, in the end.

“This fight was an honor.” The former farmhand remarked. He stretched out a hand towards Johnny, who sat on the ground. There was a moment of hesitance, and you saw the unhappy look on the American’s face. Still, he took the hand and got up with the winner’s help.

“You’re welcome.” Johnny replied, a slight disgruntled tone in his voice. Still, he took the loss as it were.

“Kenshi Takahashi.” You spoke, watching as Johnny Cage walked off, shaking off the loss. Your eyes traveled to the swordsman, who was now alert. “You will face Raiden next.” You instructed. The man nodded, stepping up to the fighting grounds, his sword already unsheathed.

“You have skills, Raiden, but you’re inexperienced.” Kenshi remarked, staring down his competition. Your eyebrows raised at the barest hint of trash talk.

“Whatever experience I lack, I make up for in heart.” Raiden countered, once again not thrown off by his opponent’s insult. He even did not go to insult them back, remaining humble as ever. Determined, he matched Kenshi’s gaze.

“It’s nerve, not heart, that wins fights.” The swordsman berated. His eyes narrowed, at what he thought was the folly of his opponent. The two settled into their fighting stances, ready to duke it out for the position. “I should know, I’ve been in hundreds of them.”

This fight was much slower paced. It was a patient battle between two fighters who did not dare to show weakness to the other. Blows were traded with caution, and you noticed how every moment of weaknesses from either one was exploited. It was tense, despite the defensive fight.

Still, in the end, Kenshi had underestimated his opponent. Ultimately he went for an attack that was too risky. Taking advantage of it, Raiden took the chance and toppled his opponent, leaving Kenshi lying on the ground in defeat.

“Do you still question my nerve?” Raiden inquired, staring down at the defeated swordsman.

“I do not.” Kenshi replied, getting up from the ground on his own. A sorrowful and disappointed look appeared on his face. “Yours was a well earned victory.” The man admitted. Although you could sense the disappointment in his own ability lingering, you watched as Kenshi bowed respectfully to Raiden. Raiden returned the bow.

“You may rest.” Liu Kang spoke up. You watched as the god stood up, walking towards the victor. You walked past the monks, joining by his side. “This evening you will face your final opponent.” You both looked to the left, to Kung Lao.

A smug smile appeared on the man’s face. This was the fight you had been expecting. It made sense. The most naturally talented of your four against the hardest worker. Not only that, but they had been together since their origins. To you, it felt as if it were to be.

“Come, I’ll make you all dinner.” You told your students, looking around. You watched as they perked up, following you to the dining hall of the Wu Shi. As they followed you, you turned to give them all a bright smile. “I’m proud of all of you.” You told them, and you truly meant it.

Liu Kang watched as everyone dispersed, including the other monks. He was left in silence, observing the peaceful courtyard around him. He heard something, and turned around. A hint of surprise appeared on his face as he watched as Geras appeared before him.

“Geras.” He said, a hint of surprise in his voice at the sudden appearance.

“Lord Liu Kang.” The construct spoke, dipping his head respectfully. He looked at his creator, a serious look on his face. “I need to speak to you.” He said, a tone of urgency in his voice. “It’s about…” His voice dropped to a whisper, speaking your name.

For the first time in eons, Liu Kang’s blood ran cold.

“Lord Liu Kang, where have you been?”

You let out a sigh of relief as you spotted Liu Kang approaching the Wu Shi. You walked up to him, a furrow in your brow. Night had already settled in, and you had to arrange the fight yourself since the fire god had been absent. While you went out to look for him, you had put Kenshi in charge, much to Johnny’s distaste.

“I simply had to retrieve something.” Liu Kang told you, holding a small box. He handed it to you. “Give this to the victor.” He instructed you, and you nodded. You looked at Liu Kang a moment longer, a pit of worry in your stomach.

Why was he avoiding your gaze?

“Alright.” You said, pushing out the paranoid voice in your head. You shouldn’t linger on what was surely something insignificant. You looked down at the box, gripping it tightly. There was a tense moment between you two that passed before Liu Kang walked off, and you followed.

Masking your concern, you put on a neutral face as you both made your way to the courtyard. Kenshi and Johnny looked back, varying looks of relief on their faces as you both appeared. Kung Lao and Raiden, ever vigilant, remained in their sitting positions. You ignored the looks Kenshi and Johnny sent your way as you stood behind Liu Kang’s chair.

You were being paranoid.

“Proceed.” You instructed breaking the silence, after waiting for Liu Kang to fully settle in his seat. Wordlessly, Raiden and Kung Lao stood up. A smug smile was plastered on Kung Lao’s face, which contrasted Raiden’s determined look.

“Fifty bucks says Kung Lao wins.” Johnny Cage whispered, leaning behind you to bet with Kenshi.

“Make it interesting.” Kenshi replied. “Bet me Sento.”

“Hah!” Johnny let out a laugh. “Not on your life.” He declared. You found yourself smiling at their antics, lessening your tenseness. Johnny Cage proved to provide some relief from the stress that followed you once again.

“Raiden. Kung Lao.” Liu Kang addressed the two men, after standing up. He approached them, looking between them. “The winner of this match will represent Earthrealm against Outworld. It is a grave duty, not to be undertaken lightly.” He reminded them. “You may step back now, and suffer no dishonor.”

“I choose to fight, Lord Liu Kang.” Raiden declared first, stepping up. His determination did not waver as he stared at the god.

“As do I.” Kung Lao piped up. His voice held a cocky tone to it, as if he already knew the winner of the match.

“Then may the best person win.” Liu Kang declared. He bowed to both Raiden and Kung Lao, who both bowed respectfully in return. You shifted, gripping the box in your hands tighter. Anticipation grew as you wondered what exactly was in the box. Liu Kang returned to his seat.

“Concede Raiden.” Kung Lao goaded his fellow peer, after letting out a small confident laugh. His hand gestured to him. “You have never beaten me.” He reminded him, pointing at the other man who also hailed from Fengjian. “That won’t change today.”

“No?” Raiden replied. “If there’s one thing I learned…” You watched as Raiden glanced to you before returning his gaze to Kung Lao. “...the only constant in the universe is change.” The two, almost simultaneously got into their fighting positions.

The match was almost electric.

Kung Lao started off confident, strong, as he always did. Not deterred by Raiden’s words, he fought with precision and grace. Raiden, on the other hand, was more bold in this match than his last two. It was as if he were trying to match the confidence his friend had.

Blow for blow, the two fought as if it were an intense dance. The spirit the two had did not waver, even as they chipped each other’s defenses. You had to remind yourself to breathe at times, captivated by the way they fought. It was almost like a performance with how it all went down.

All things had to come to an end, and just when you expected Kung Lao to overtake his fellow farmhand, your jaw dropped as Raiden sent Kung Lao toppling to the ground.

He had finally won.

“There’s a first time for everything, Kung Lao.” Raiden remarked. He helped Kung Lao up, who although baffled, accepted the help. You sensed the confusion and disappointment within the loser of the match. The monks all stood up and Liu Kang approached the two. You passed by the monks who were now dispersing, moving to step beside the god.

“Although you have all trained well, Raiden has excelled.” Liu Kang declared. “This outcome does not surprise me.” The god looked between the two, before looking back at you. You held up the box you had been entrusted with.

“How could I have-” Kung Lao muttered to himself, his head bowed as he lingered over his loss. You felt a twinge of pity for the man. He lifted his head, meeting your gaze before looking towards Raiden. “Congratulations Raiden.” He said, bowing respectfully. The rare hint of humbleness shone through his voice.

“For the tournament, you will need this.” Liu Kang spoke, gesturing back to you. You lifted your hand, hesitating for a moment before you opened it. You froze as you saw the amulet within. An intricately carved amulet, the middle made of glass with a glowing dragon etched into it. It crackled with electricity.

Raiden lifted it up, inspecting it, but you were lost in your mind.

That was the amulet you remembered. The very same amulet that…

Looking up, you froze as you saw a vision of an older Raiden. glancing down at the amulet. It was cracked and nearly shattered. The thunder god’s eyes glowed as they stared down. A grievous look was on his face.

You were in a cathedral of sorts, yet the scene around you was anything but holy.

It smelt of death. In the distance, you saw the bodies of people you could only remember as allies, but in the state they were in, you could hardly recognize them. Guts were strewn about, blood was split. It all smelt eerily fresh, but you had no idea how they became that way.

Breath quickening, you glanced down. Tears instinctively filled your eyes as your hands grabbed at a person in your lap. Who was this? You hand moved to cup the cheek, wincing as you felt fresh blood coat your palm.

Her breath was shaky, and you couldn’t make out the words you were saying to her. Tears clouded your vision, dropping onto the face you couldn’t make out. Her hand grabbed yours, and you watched her lips move weakly.

What was she saying to you?

“Tell me Raiden, how will we honor their sacrifice!?” Liu Kang’s voice rang out, the only clear thing you could hear. It was angry, mocking, distressed. You looked up and around, trying to see where he was. Through your tears you could see him.

Liu Kang was mortal. Dressed in red and black, he did not have the grevious wounds and blood like the others did. He was clean and uninjured, much like you. You watched as he glared at Raiden who looked distraught. His intense glare looked over to you, and softened.

“Are you okay?”

Lightning crackled.

Flinching, you blinked, snapping out of your stupor. You sniffed, shaking your head. Your breath calmed as you looked around, remembering that you were here, in the Wu Shi academy. Not in a cathedral full of death and despair.

You avoided the concerned look Liu Kang sent your way, forcing a proud smile on your face. You watched as Raiden, with the amulet, continued to blast away at one of the four statues holding the middle arena up.

“Holy Ark of the Covenant!”

“It is incredible.” Raiden remarked, staring down at the amulet he held. You took in a deep breath, avoiding looking at the object in his hand, instead looking at the man himself. You swallowed, trying to nod encouragingly. “But is it necessary?”

“In addition to possessing great might, the Outworlders you will face also wield great magic.” Liu Kang stated, his eyes glancing towards you for a mere moment. “The amulet levels the playing field.” He told him. folding his hands together before returning his attention to you. You held your head up, trying to not show the weakness you had previously displayed.

“You must be careful, Raiden.” Kung Lao said, a concerned tone in his voice. He placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, looking at him. “You could get hurt. Even killed!” You tensed up, the words sending panic through you.

“No tournament participant has ever been greviously injured or killed.” Liu Kang informed him. Yet, at the same time part of his words seemed to be directed towards you. Was he trying to reassure you as well? You figured it was better he assumed you were worried over Raiden than what you were actually freaking out over. “I would never send my champions unwittingly into mortal kombat.”

The words he spoke, though meant to be comforting, felt like a jab after what you remembered.

“We leave in seven days for Outworld’s capital, Sun Do.” Liu Kang spoke, and you once again had to snap yourself out of your stupor. “The tournament will be held at the Palace of Empress Sindel.” He said, and then he dismissed the four.

You stood there, watching as the four dispersed, not knowing what to or what do say after the frightening memory you had regained.

“Are you okay?” Liu Kang inquired, standing next to you.

What should you do? Tell him the truth? Spill your heart out about the horror you witnessed, and the many worries you had about the memories you had? Tell him how you were confused and terrified why you had these memories?

You opened your mouth, swallowing nervously as you found it had become dry. You gripped the empty box, your mind bitterly reminding you of what had just lay inside. Your heart pounded, and you felt the urge to collapse.

“I was just worried for Raiden’s sake.” You lied, the words slipping out before you could think again. You watched as Liu Kang assessed your face, before he nodded. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not, the glowing eyes he bore now much harder to read than the mortal ones.

“He will be fine, you have trained him well.” The fire god reassured you, a hand reaching out to touch your shoulder and to squeeze it comfortingly. You smiled at him, trying to ignore the pit of guilt and worry that built up in your stomach.

“I know.”

You didn’t know why you lied, nor why you felt like it was better that you did.

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Mrow | Part Five (finale)

Bakugou x roomate!reader

Summary: back human?? fucking finally??

A/n: WE'RE HERE. THIS IS LAST CHAPTER I PROMISE OH MY GOD. i'm NEVER writing quirks again is what i wanna say because GODDAMN if figuring this shit out wasn't ridiculously hard. i feel more nervous posting this last chapter than all the others combined. hopefully the ending lives up to all the love you guys have given!

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Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath-

In..

And out...

-before reopening them.

Yeah, no. Still naked as the day you were born.

"CLOTHES," you screeched in a panic. Scrambling frantically, you grabbed the first thing you could in your proximity, holding onto the tattered cloth to your naked body for dear life, desperate to maintain some semblance of modesty. "BAKUGOU HELP HELP HELP-"

"WHAT THE FUC-" You didn't even have to see him to know he was gaping at you in shock. At the corner of your eye, you caught the villains charging up their attacks, taking aim while both your heads were spinning from the situation at head.

"BAKUGOU HOWITZER IMPACT-POWER SHIELD COMBO!" You yelled, one hand still holding up the too small cloth like a lifeline over your naked self, you steadied your other hand, timing your quirk with Bakugou's.

Bakugou didn't hesitate, having paired up with you enough to go through the motions of your combo moves like its instinct.

One blast from your roomate sent the villains flying back from its impact. The kickback had the air around you whipping, making you squeak as the wind tried to rip the cloth from your death grip while you activated your quirk, creating a power shield to buy you some time to-

"Sunshine?!??" Wow he wasn't even going to pretend to yell at you for telling him what to do. He must really be distracted.

You barely chanced a glance at Bakugou, doing your best to concentrate on keeping your forcefield up. You caught your roomate all but whip his head around to stare at you, eyes almost bugging out of his head as though he couldn't believe the sight before him.

"BAKUGOU MY BIDDIES ARE ACTUALLY OUT RIGHT NOW. WE CAN TALK LA-"

"WH- HAH???? SUNSHINE?????" He all but wheezed out. You wanted to to tell him to save his breath with all the panting he was putting his lungs through but both of you had other priorities.

"BAKUGOU PLEASE," you cried out exasperately. "CLOTHES FIRST. THEN YOU CAN INTERGORATE ME AS IF I ATE THE LAST PUDDING IN THE FRIDGE-"

A beat of silence.

"BITCH I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" The blonde yelled back, recovering quickly, huffing in exertion while he scrambled to get something to cover you up while you kept up your forcefield.

"BOY I'M THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO LIVES WITH YOU OF COURSE IT WAS ME-"

"I BLASTED SPARKY OF OFF THE ROOF FOR THAT!" He screeched back, chucking the soft material into your face with enough force to make you stumble a bit, your power shield wavering slightly.

"YOU DID WHAT."

"YOU TOLD ME HE TOOK MY FUCKING PUDDING!!"

"I DID NO SUCH THING. I JUST VERY STRONGLY IMPLIED THAT IT MIGHT BE SOMEONE ELSE BESIDES ME-"

"BITCH IT WAS SO CLEARLY YOU THOUGH-"

"OBVIOUSLY, YOU DUMBASS. I DIDN'T THINK I WAS SO CONVINCING YOU'D THROW DENKI OF OFF A FUCKING ROOF-"

"DON'T DUMBASS ME, DUMBASS!"

You almost deactivated your quirk in favour of a facepalm. You return to human after two weeks of being a cat & the first thing you do is get into a screaming match with your roomate about fucking pudding of all things.

"Okay, SHUT. Take over & cover me for 10 seconds while I get decent & I'll charge you up."

"You get 8 & you're buying me pudding," he bargained with a smirk. The audacity of this man.

"Are you serio- you know what. Fine. Fine!"

With that you leaped out of the way, letting Bakugou cover you. Quickly tugging over the baggy shirt & sweatpants abandoning the tattered cloth.

"Oh my god. Did you actually manage to find your own merch for me to wear right now?" You couldn't help but snort as you held up an oversized black shirt with Ground Zero's signature orange X on the front.

"Fuck off. They were the closest things I could get my hands on. Call it coincidence."

"Doubt."

"Sunshine."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you rushed over to position yourself behind the burly hero.

"Alright, alright. One power up coming up," you gave him the heads up. You brpught up your hands to rest on Bakugou's shoulder blades, ignoring the toned muscle beneath your palms as you focused on directing energy to his arms.

"Thats more like it," Bakugou smirked, feeling the heat return to his palms.

"Alright, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Better live up to that ridiculously convoluted name of yours."

"Its Ground Zero now & you know it, gaslighting brat."

"Aw but I liked the tongue twister better, you menace to society." Rolling your eyes as you thought back to all the times he used to insist everyone get that absurd hero name right. The entire thing. No shortcuts.

You caught the smirk your partner threw you, paired with that classic murderous glint in his ruby red eyes when he was about to go berserk. Wew, you almost felt bad for the villains who were going to face his wrath as you watched his grin turn predatory.

Then you remembered they had no qualms in hurting furbabies to get their way.

Yeah, no.

"Fuck them up, roomie," you smirked at the thought of serving these villains what they deserve, smiling at the huff of a deadly laugh the explosion hero breathed out.

"Lets give them hell, Sunshine."

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"That will be 6.99," the cashier said robotically, his eyes wide & owlish. You didn't blame him though- you & Bakugou were quite the sight. The two of you were intensely ragged & disheveled from your little villain encounter, though fortunately, neither of you were severely injured- just a couple of light cuts & bruises that would be a bitch to wake up to tomorrow morning.

"Take your fucking pudding," you all but growl at the blonde smirking over your shoulder. Bakugou swiped his pudding of off the counter gleefully, one large hand going to ruffle your head. You pretend to threaten him with a bite, snapping your teeth at the offending hand, making him laugh at your expense.

"Thanks, Sunny."

"Its Sunshine to you," you huffed, stepping out of the store, Bakugou close to your side.

"You've been Sunny for the past 2 weeks. I think its too late for that at this point."

Stopping in your tracks abruptly, you turned to face the blonde, your narrowed eyes meeting amused red ones to pout up at him.

Smug bastard.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped into his personal space, making his shit-eating grin falter slightly, confusion falling over his face. That got a satisfied huff out of you, masking your nerves before you launched forward pouncing onto your roomate & wrapping your arms around his waist. The contact made Bakugou freeze, his entire body tensing up in your hold.

"..whats this for?"

Fuck. Your face felt hot. You didn't let yourself back away though. Instead, you hid yourself away into his chest.

"Nah. I kinda promised myself I'd hug you as thanks when I'm back human. For, well, looking out for me & shit," you mumbled into what was left of his hoodie, nuzzling into the soft fabric. You continued when Bakugou didn't say anything.

"Its weird. I didn't even go anywhere, but I missed you. I guess."

It took a moment, but you soon felt hesitant hands come around your body to return your hug, the reciprocation making you melt into Bakugou's careful hold as he rested his chin on your head.

"I should've known," he started lowly, making your brows furrow at the tone of his voice- something you could only describe as regret. "Even if you looked different, you were still you. From the way you sass me to the way you hiss at me in the mornings. Even- even the way you pretend to bite me after I mess with your head. It was all you. And. I should've seen it," he swallowed.

You pulled back to look at those downcasted red eyes you've grown to love so much, especially after having the oppurtinity to stare into them as much as you wanted with your excuse of being a cat. Slipping your hands into his, you squeezed lightly to make him meet your gaze.

"Bakugou. I was a cat."

"Yeah, but-"

You rolled your eyes fondly at this dumb blonde, not bothering to listen how he should've known, how he didn't do enough.

Instead, you clasped a hand over his mouth to shut him up before he could get even more agitated with himself, leaning forward to lightly press your lips to your own hand, right where his lips would've been without you covering it, letting your eyes flutter shut. Just for a moment.

Pulling away, you looked up at your roomate with a fond smile, not even caring that you had hearts in your eyes from how much adoration you had for him.

God, you were down bad for this man.

You watched Bakugou blinked at you blankly, seemingly frozen in shock as you pulled your hand away from his face, leaving his mouth gaping in surprise.

Heh. You smirked, satisfied at your roomate's flushed face & reddened ears-

Your roomate that your brain has helpfully supplied as so fucking hot the moment you laid eyes on him all those years back in UA.

Your roomate that you had to pretend you weren't completely fangirling over when you two moved in together & eventually started working together on missions, preening at every subtle praise & approval of your idol.

Your roomate that you have grown to recognize as more than just an amazing hero you look up to but also as a friend you adore as his own person- angy pomeranian, mom friend tendecies & all.

Your roomate that you've managed to befriend as more than an ex classmate to someone you trust no just with your life on the field but also with your most vulnerable self, stripped off of your hero status when you're home stress eating cookie dough ice cream at 2 am like the gremlin you are.

Your roomate that you have promptly fallen in love with after he danced with you on the roof that one cold night when he found you up there alone, swaying to a melody lost in the wind- yet vowed to not pursue.

Your roomate that your heart grew fonder for after having seen his soft side during which he cared for you as Sunny- when he sat by you with his gentle fingers in your fur on days you were lost on ways to break the quirk, seemingly atuned to your down days, even while you were cat. All the while working his ass off to find your human self.

Your roomate that is now currently malfunctioning from your actions as you turned around & continued your walk home cooly, proud to have been able to fluster the man who has had a hold on your heart for so long now & blatantly ignoring your own burning face as if your heart wasn't about to keel over from giddiness.

"What- what the fuck was that? I-if you're going to kiss me do it right dammit! Coward! Pussy!" You heard your roomate sputter after you as he jogged ahead to fall back in pace with you, roughly grabbing your hand.

You snorted at his choice of words, readjusting his hold on you but never letting go of his hand.

"The only pussy I am is the one you couldn't say no to the moment I so much as bat my pretty eyes at you. The one you cooed & talked to even through all your complaining about me being a loud little shit. The one you told all about your precious Sunshine you worried about every ni-"

"You're never going to let me live this down are you, brat?" Bakugou winced at how much blackmail you had against him the past 2 weeks he coddled your furry ass.

"And let this knowledge of how much of a softie you are deep down under all that gruff outside go to waste? After all I had to go through? Absolutely not. Mrow, bitch."

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A/n: HELLO ALL OF YOU WHO STUCK AROUND UNTIL THE END. i hope the ending was okay? i scratched all my previous drafts for it & decided on something much more lighthearted because i feel thats what made this series so fun & as lovable as it is. i love you all so fucking much & i hope you enjoyed reading mrow as much as i enjoyed writing it <33 until the next crazy series my brain comes up with <3

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Chapter 3: Even Tough Hearts Break Under Pressure

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader (18+, Minors DNI)

Summary | While healing up from your miscarriage, Joel and you have some tender moments alone in the bedroom, one of which spirals Joel out of control emotionally where he has a panic attack outside You see a side of Joel you’ve never seen before and you honestly don’t know what to make out of it. One thing’s for certain you realize that even the toughest of hearts will break under pressure.

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI, reference to miscarriage (slight at the beginning), language, fluff, angst while person (Joel) is having a panic attack, sexual references, age gap (no age stated in this chapter), slow burn, reference to smut without having smut, reference to child dying previously (slight), slight pregnancy reference (if you squint), reference to rough sex (if you squint), tender moments, sweet name calling (baby, honey, sweet girl, darlin’, etc), descriptions of body type, argument between Ellie and Joel.

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“Joel, honey. Are you ok?” you said as you slowly ran your hand up and down the center part of his chest. As you did you saw his eyes snap open and look at you sternly. His breathing quickened again and you felt his cock strain and twitch hard against your leg, one that you slyly placed in-between his legs.

Joel was nice and gentle with you when you went through horrible pain and bleeding from a miscarriage. You finally passed a large sized blood clot on the fifth night, and it was then that your pain and bleeding had finally started to slow down a bit so you could rest. You were still really dizzy and lightheaded, Joel said that was because you were anemic from all the blood loss that had happened. You were hemorrhaging really bad for the first few days and finally you were grateful that your bleeding slowed down to a regular period flow. Joel told Ellie and you that until you felt well enough to travel, the three of you were going to stay in the cabin.

During the course of the next week, Ellie tried convincing Joel that the three of you needed to stay at the cabin until spring. One evening you had heard Joel and Ellie get into a horrible heated argument about it. You were laying in one of the queen sized beds sleeping when all of a sudden you were startled awake hearing Ellie yell “the snow is too deep Joel, we’re gonna get fucking hypothermia and die if we try going through it.”

You heard Joel yell back "Ellie, lower your voice and watch your god damn language. And for the record, we're sitting ducks out here, if someone shows up we're all dead."

“No one knows we’re here Joel, no ones been through here in like over 10 years or else this place would have been picked clean.”

“Ellie, you don’t know that. We’re now using the fireplace. People can see the smoke, and you know what that means” Joel said with a slight bite in his voice.

“You know what Joel, have you ever heard of the saying take the positive thing that life throws at ya, huh? This is positive Joel, a fucking gold mine if we allow it. And for the record, we’re dead if we leave anyways so it doesn’t matter. So why not make it easier on all of us, huh? Let us stay-”

You heard Joel yell back “Don’t back talk to me, what I say goes, remember? You agreed and plus I’m the adult and you’re the god damn child. Remember, the rules I have are the things that have kept us all alive. But you know what, if ya don’t like it you can leave at anytime. I won’t fucking stop ya.”

“You know what Joel, fuck you” you heard Ellie scream at him and then storm past your bedroom door and slam the door to her bedroom.

With your eyes closed you slowly exhaled at hearing that full argument. Sometimes you just wished Joel would stop running his fucking mouth and listen for a second. Ellie may be a teenager, and she may not have been communicating it perfectly, but she was right. When you didn’t hear any more commotion in the living room you decided to attempt to relax into the mattress to get some more sleep. You figured you could address this problem later when you had a little more energy. You were exhausted still sleeping about 16 hours a day right now, and your skin still looked really pale in color from all the blood loss.

After a moment of relaxing you felt that familiar sag of the mattress next to you, followed by two knees creaking and a huff from Joel as his back muscles tensed. Joel had been sharing a room with you ever since the two of you started sleeping here at the cabin because of how sick you had gotten. Joel would only leave your side during the day to go get food, scout the area, etc. while Ellie would lay with you in the bed and watch you.

You were laying on your side facing the middle of the bed when Joel had laid down. After a moment of allowing him to get settled you decided to slowly open your eyes and look at him. He was laying on his back looking straight up at the ceiling, brows scrunched together tight like he was in deep thought.

“You know, she’s right” you said after a moment while looking at Joel.

Joel exhaled slowly and said “yeah I know she’s right about the snow. But I don’t like having to stay here just in case people show up.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about Joel” you had said. “Yes, she’s right about that, but I’m talking about when she told you to fuck off. She was right to tell you that.”

You watched Joel turn on his side to face towards you and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while saying “now why did ya go and say something like that darlin?”

“You know why” you say curling yourself up tighter as a shiver runs down your spine. You kept getting periodic shivering episodes recently, like you couldn’t get warm enough, even if you were sleeping right next to the fire. Joel saw this and tucked himself closer to you draping the blanket he had over himself overtop of your other blanket, in an attempt to help conserve your body heat. As he did that he said, “enlighten me sweet girl, why is she right?”

“She’s right in calling you an asshole and telling you to fuck off” you said as your body slowly started to warm up.

“She never called me an asshole darlin’” he said quietly as he tucked you in closer to his chest for you to go to sleep.

“No, you’re right” you said with a yawn as you snuggled closer into the warmth and safety of his chest. “I called you that, and it’s still the truth.”

You heard Joel silently laugh out loud while saying “you’re awfully sassy for someone who’s always so tired. Now go to sleep sweet girl, ya need your rest.” And with that you started drifting off to sleep. Right before you fell fully asleep you thought you heard Joel say, “and for the record, you’re both right.”

The next day Ellie gave Joel the silent treatment. Joel felt a lot of remorse as he didn’t mean to tell Ellie that she should leave. In fact, the only reason why he had said what he said was because at the time he was upset that Ellie wouldn’t listen to him, but he was still wrong for saying what he said. By the end of the next night, Joel and Ellie had finally made up all the way were they were back to their normal selves bantering back and forth. After listening to Ellie, and hearing Joel spend most of the previous night not sleeping, Joel had finally caved and agreed to stay there in the cabin for the next few months until spring hit. Ellie was right, trying to hike across the mountains in the middle of the winter in the snow proved to be very difficult, especially this winter as Mother Nature kept dumping large amounts of snow onto the landscape. Joel couldn't complain much as his back and knees were killing him from traipsing through the wilderness in at least 10 feet or more of unpacked snow all the time. So you three decided to stay until spring.

When you started feeling better both Ellie and you had started going through the rooms and going through storage containers to find out what you all had for supplies. Joel went out scouting further around the perimeter to see what was around and if it truly was safe. From what you figured, the cabin was abandoned and hadn't had anyone living in it for a very long time, like 10 years or more. There were a total of 3 rooms with beds, a whole pile of clothes left behind, which all three of you grabbed, several weapons, and some canned food. Two bedrooms had queen size beds, and one room had a twin bed. All three mattresses still looked good for being older. Joel and you continued to share a room together until you were finally well enough not to need constant care. One afternoon Joel had walked into the bedroom you both shared and he saw that you were starting to pack up your bag to head to your own room.

"Think you're well enough to be in your own room tonight?" Joel asked as he watched you pack up your stuff.

"Your back is hurting you and you've barely slept Joel, you need your rest" you replied.

"Back's not hurtin' that much darlin'. You can stay in this one with me….or…I’ll move if you want me to" he said softly. He secretly was hoping that you’d agree to stay and keep sleeping next to him.

Your back was turned when he said this but you felt your heart ache for how soft he sounded. You wanted to say yes to staying with him in the same room but you also knew Joel. One minute he could be warm, friendly, loving, caring and the next he could be quiet, moody, and cold. You used to be afraid of him, but through time you learned to love this insanely big old broody man that you were traveling with. So you contemplated your answer, and then settled for trying something new as a response, because honestly you needed a break from the on again off again relationship you two were having. You wanted him to see you, to yearn for you, to need you all the time, just like you needed him. But he was always stuck in that god forsaken head of his, getting in the way of his feelings and desires. So one time he would be nice and then the next not so nice.

“Joel, honey" you said with a soft and tender voice. "I know your back is hurting you badly baby, and I don’t like seeing you restless while you’re sleeping. You’ve hardly gotten any sleep since we’ve gotten here. How about, for just a few nights, I sleep in one of the other rooms so you can get some proper rest, huh? And then if you want, I can come back and sleep next to you. How does that sound?”

The two of you remained in silence as you finished up packing your stuff. You’ve never used pet names with him before, not ever. He was always using them on you. You didn’t know if you were poking the bear, where an explosion would happen, or if the use of those names was something that he would like. As the silence continued, you felt your heart hammering harder in your chest waiting for Joel's reaction. After 2 minutes of silence, which honestly felt more like 2 hours by how nervous you felt, you finally turned around and looked at him. But what you saw was not what you were expecting.

As Joel stood there looking back at you, he was honestly shocked at what you had said to him, at what you called him. Those words, 'honey' and 'baby,' kept going over and over through his head. Those were the same words that he called you, but it felt different to hear them from your lips, it felt deeper and more passionate. At first, when he heard those words he felt upset because the last person who had said those things to him was Sarah’s mom, and he didn’t want to remember or think of her right now.

While he continued to stand there in silence, he slowly started looking up and down your body, really admiring your features. Your eyes, both fierce but yet kind and beautiful. He could get lost looking into those beautiful brown eyes of yours. Your lips; nice, soft, and plump. Lips that he missed kissing, but also ones that he loved hearing those filthy words and sass come out of. You were a pistol to deal with, but he loved every minute of it. Your beautiful curves, ones that he craved to touch, to feel underneath his calloused fingers. Curves he craved to intertwine his body with, nip and bite along. Curves that temporarily carried his child. Something he didn’t think would ever happen again, but something that he desperately wanted to do again with you. But that was a feeling he kept hidden behind his tough exterior. And then there was your ass. God, you had a gorgeous ass. He wondered what it would feel like to smack, grab, and take it from behind. He wondered what sounds you would make when he could finally fuck you properly in a bed, like the one you were currently standing next to.

The longer he looked, the more tension started to fill the air between you two. He noticed that you looked at him confused at first, but then he saw you slowly scan him up and down too. His hands flexed at his sides, as a way to ease the sexual tension that he was feeling. He hadn't relieved himself for a while, and he knew he'd need to soon. But somehow touching himself didn't feel as good anymore compared to being buried inside of you. He ground his teeth while inhaling and exhaling slowly. He was struggling, struggling not to give in to his animal instinct. He wanted to grab you, slam you up against the wall and fuck you hard. He had a desperate need to consume you, to make you his in every possible way. But he couldn’t, not with Ellie a few feet away in another room.

When he noticed your eyes stopped moving and that you were staring at his hips, he knew what you were seeing. His cock was rock hard and straining hard against his pants. It didn't help that his pants were also tighter on his toned legs and ass. He always had a construction worker's build because he used to do construction all those years ago. He took good care of his body, though his tummy wasn't as hard as it once was. He was a man in his 50s, with salt and pepper hair, bad knees, and a back that was always sore. His body had some wear and tear with it, that was for sure, but he still knew how to please a woman. And by the way you were looking at him, he was about two seconds from throwing all logical thought out of the window and just fall into bed with you and properly worship your body the way you so desperately needed and deserved.

As he stood there admiring you he felt his cock twitch in his pants. It was desperate and needy for some attention and you looking straight at it while licking your lips wasn't helping him. After a moment of watching you he had to take a steadying breath. He had to calm down before he lost all logical thought and give in to this need to have you. He closed his eyes to try to relax, to will the tension in his muscles to relax so his cock would stop twitching and throbbing so bad. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him and if he wasn’t careful, he'd have to explain to you of why it only took a few strokes before he came undone in front of you. He knew he'd be coming like a god damn horny teenager, and this fact alone made him feel embarrassed. He wasn't a teenager that could only last for a few pumps, he was a man that knew what women needed and wanted. But somehow with you in this room, looking the way that you were looking and standing next to that bed, his thoughts were racing like a 14 year old adolescent horny boy.

With his eyes closed he could sense your approach. Your warmth surrounded him, gave him protection and peace in a life that had none of that anymore. He could smell your sweet flower scent. Something that used to drive him nuts as he didn’t know where you had that scent from, until he realized that it was just you. He also could smell your arousal, it smelled citrusy and fruity, but not in a bad way. It was just the hint of it in the air. Most people could never smell things like that, but that was one of the many gifts Joel had with women. This gift he remembered he had as a teenager, and it was a bitch going through school with teenage girls who struggled with arousal all day long. But yours was different. It called to him in a different way.

As you approached Joel, you saw him tense, and his breathing changed to becoming labored. God, he looked like he was in pain, and you didn’t understand why just calling him honey and baby would do that. Maybe it was a tick about Joel that was a turn on, but you knew that wasn’t it either. Something was going on in that brain of his and you couldn’t tell what it was. You knew better than to pry though. Joel can sometimes be such a big pain in the ass you thought, especially when feelings were involved. But that was a different conversation with him on a different day, when you were feeling up to wanting to try to crack through that tough exterior of his.

While you were up close to Joel and you saw it in his eyes that he looked absolutely wrecked. He was twitching hard beneath his pants, and you figured that his pained expression was coming from the hardness between his thighs. When was the last time this man truly took care of himself you thought. You wanted to reach out and help relieve that ache he was having, but with Ellie just a few feet outside of the door, you knew that you couldn't right now. So to help soothe him you took both of your hands and rubbed them slowly down both of his arms. As you did that you watched him take a shaky breath. When you got to his hands, you gently squeezed them and then whispered softly in his ear, “baby, you gotta relax, you’re way too tense.” Then you released your hands and took a step back to give him some room to breathe.

Joel stood there and glared at you for a moment, and then he took his hand and ran it down the length of his face exhaling with a shaky breath saying “I can’t relax baby.” He then looked around the room, as if thinking intently about something, before he dropped his eyes back down at you, and then the floor. After a few moments of silence, Joel nodded his head and reached down to picked up his pack. Then while walking out of the bedroom he said “you can take this room, I’ll take the one across the hall.” You watched him throw his pack in the room across the hall and then stormed outside, right past Ellie who gave him a quip about how hard he was breathing. He never looked at her nor said anything to either of you in return. He just left the cabin by slamming the door.

After Joel had left, Ellie had turned to you frustrated and said “what’s up his ass today?” You gave a gentle smile because you knew. It was you that created the tension at the moment and you smiled to yourself knowing it. Joel didn’t yell at you because he wanted the attention you gave him. It was in this moment you understood, his outbursts at you periodically were coming from a man who didn’t know how to relax or how to process his emotions or need for you. You could tell by the way he looked wrecked in the bedroom and his cock twitching hard against your leg that he wanted you badly, but you weren't going to explain that to Ellie. You kept this knowledge to yourself. So while standing there looking at the outside door where Joel had just stormed out moments ago you said with a smirk to Ellie “I've honestly got no idea."

Joel's POV:

I can't fucking do this, I can't fucking do this anymore, Joel thought to himself as he stormed out of the cabin. He felt his heart race and beat hard against his chest, too hard. He felt the panic set into his mind. Thoughts of I can’t keep her safe, this isn’t gonna work kept running through him at an alarming fast pace. With each stomp of his boot in the snow, another panicked thought would emerge. He had to get away, away from the cabin in order to just think, even for just a second.

His body was drenched in nervous sweat, and his mind was racing, thinking about all the ways he couldn’t keep you safe. He was panicking. Joel Fucking Miller was having a god forsaken panic attack. Something that he hasn't had for a very long time, and something he doesn't remember how to cope with. He was broody, an asshole to you because he needed to keep his heart guarded. He couldn’t just let anyone in because if he did, he would feel these emotions rise to the surface and drown him. That feeling that he couldn’t keep his loved ones safe, and it paralyzed him.

He remembered he couldn’t stop the depression that happened with Sarah’s mom, and she left him when Sarah was 6 months old. His love for Tess, he couldn’t stop her from getting infected and leaving this Earth when she did. And then there was Sarah, his baby girl. He couldn’t stop that bullet from killing her. He remembered cradling her in his arms as she took her last breaths. How he thought he had failed as her father because he couldn’t keep her safe from the pain of this world. How he had broken his promise to her from the day she was born telling her ‘you ain’t gotta worry little one, daddy will always be here to protect you. I promise little girl, I will always be there to save you if you fall.’ And now, he felt the panic hit him hard again as he remembered that he couldn’t save her, and how he almost lost you. How the hell was he going to save you and keep you safe when he couldn't even save his little girl.

Joel was about half a mile from the front door of the cabin when his legs finally gave out and he hit the snow with a hard thud as he fell to his knees. He heard himself let out a broken sob as tears finally streamed down his face at the feeling of losing yet another baby a few weeks ago. He didn't allow himself to feel anything while you went through your miscarriage, you tucked into his chest for warmth and safety. He held you, let you cry it out, and listened to you as your heart ached for losing a baby, his baby.

He never intended to knock you up that night. It was his birthday and he was lonely for the warmth of a woman, he was lonely for you. God he craved you so bad, still does. That night you were threatening to leave and he couldn’t live with himself if you left him because you thought he hated you. He adored you, and honest to God he was starting to fall in love with you.

And when he finally realized his deep feelings for you it scared the living hell out of him because he knew he shouldn’t open his heart again like this to someone in this world. He couldn’t help it though, you were so kind, gentle, and pure. You were the one thing that could calm his internal storm, the one that was now raging out of control within him. He thought that if the world hadn’t gone to shit he would have asked you out on a date and courted you properly. You two would have gotten to know each other properly and then eventually the two of you would may have slept together in his bed, in his pickup truck, on the dryer, on the couch, in the garage, etc. Hell, he even thought that maybe if everything would have been right, he would have asked you to move in and then maybe even eventually marry him, if you’d have him. But the problem was he wasn’t living in that type of world anymore. There were no more dates at the movies, no more late night huggin’, kissin’, or fuckin’ in his truck. There were no more proposals or no more marriage ceremonies with honeymoons. There were no more trying to start a family or surprise pregnancy positive tests. There was no more holding your hand through pregnancy and watching his child be born. There were no more barbecues on a Saturday, where kids would play in the yard and all the adults would sit outside, slowly sipping beer, talking about work and what their kids were up to. There was none of that anymore in this world, and knowing this killed him inside. It killed him inside because he didn’t want this current hell of life for you. It didn’t matter to him, yes he missed life before but what killed him the most was knowing that he couldn’t give any of those milestones to you. He wanted a life with you and a family, but he couldn’t risk getting you pregnant again because it would mean death if it didn’t work out right.

He didn’t know how long he was sitting there on the ground with his knees in the snow. He couldn’t feel his lower legs anymore, the sting had finally subsided but he didn’t care. His eyes hurt from crying, but not as much as his heart hurt for you and the world you were living in. He was so lost in his own head that he never heard you approach him.

Female Reader’s POV:

After Joel stormed out of the cabin Ellie had played the 20 questions game with you trying to understand why Joel was upset. "Why did he storm out, what did you say to him, why is he always so moody with you, what were you guys doing?" With each question she asked your answer were always the same, "I don't know" or "we weren't doing anything, we were just talking."

After almost an hour of Joel being gone you started to get slightly worried. Something’s not right, you thought. Joel usually never leaves for this long of a period of time without checking in or saying where he's going. You stood up and looked over at Ellie and said “Kid, I’m gonna go see where Joel’s gone to, he’s been gone a little too long. Stay here, keep yourself safe.” As you left you noticed that Ellie was still ranting about men and how irritating they can be when you had grabbed your gun and walked out the door going to go search for Joel.

As soon as you stood outside you tried to see where Joel had gone. When you didn't see or hear him you felt panic set in for a moment. Where did he go, you thought. You started looking around in the snow to see where his footprints went. When you didn’t see any right by the cabin you started walking in a circle around the cabin look for prints. You happened to catch snowy footprints about 100 feet from the cabin’s front door and as you approached them you noticed that they were Joel’s. You decided to follow them to see where he went and you had to walk for a bit, winding between trees, before you came up upon him. You saw that Joel was on his hands and knees on the ground. At first you froze, wondering if he was sick or hurt. But then you heard him let out a broken sob and him saying “why does this hurt so much when they leave.” Without even thinking about what had happened you quickly made your way over to Joel. When you got by his side you got down on your knees, grabbed him, and slammed his body hard against yours into a firm and tight hug. “Shh, it’s okay, No one’s going anywhere baby. We’re all staying right here with you. I’m staying right here with you. I ain’t leavin’ you.” And when you told him that last line that you weren’t leaving him you felt him fall apart more in your arms.

You sat there holding Joel firmly in your arms, rocking him side to side, kissing his forehead, and brushing his hair away from his forehead. You had never seen Joel this broken before. He has always been the one person who's held it together all the time. He's always been the rock that Ellie and you have leaned against when things seemed hopeless. He's been the shoulder you two have cried on multiple times when the world has given you an unfair turn of events. He's been both of your protectors, knowing just what needed to be done. And he's been the biggest moodiest thorn in both of your sides constantly yelling at you both to have a firm upper lip. And yet now he’s here falling apart like a child in your arms and you didn't know what to do.

Joel had clung onto you for about 10 minutes, you were his lifeline that was tethering him to this Earth as sob after sob came out from his mouth. Joel Miller was falling apart in your arms and no matter what you said to him it wouldn’t quiet his sobs. So you just sat there holding him until he quieted himself down and cried all of his emotions out. What you didn’t know at the time was he was crying for Sarah’s mom, crying for his daughter that he lost, for Frank and Bill, for Tess, for the baby he just lost with a miscarriage, for Ellie, for Tommy, and also for you. He carried a large weight on his shoulders, never processing or dealing with his emotions until now.

After he was done he had pulled himself back and wiped the tears from his eyes saying “fuck, here I go yellin’ at you for always being so damn emotional when I’m sittin’ here cryin’ like a god damn baby that’s just been born.”

“No Joel, I think you’re cryin’ worse than that” you say with a slight smirk on your face.

He looks over at you with a slight scowl and states “thanks darlin’. You’re making me feel so much better” as he laughs slightly shaking his head while getting up from kneeling down in the snow.

“Just trying to lighten the mood, Joel” you say softly. Then you add “Joel, are you ok? I mean you were falling apart, I don’t know what it was all about but you obviously were dealing with some heavy shit. I know you may not want to talk, but you know.” You stopped and stared at him, not finishing the sentence of 'you know you could talk about it with me if you want.'

You noticed that Joel started to slowly grind his teeth again while thinking. He kept giving you periodic glances while brushing the snow off from his pants. He had walked over to pick up his gun and was checking it. You noticed that he kept periodically looking over at you, as if studying you a bit before he responds. You do everything you can to keep yourself calm for him, but you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Joel can either run hot or cold, and you don't know which way he was going to run right now, and all you hoped for was that it wasn’t cold.

Joel mulls over in his head what had just happened. He thought he was alone so he finally let his guard down fully, and allowed himself to feel everything that's been happening. He didn't think it had been that long he was gone, but he could tell by the initial look on your face that he was gone too long. He couldn't blame you for coming to look for him, hell he would have done the same thing. But God he felt embarrassed. Men his age are not supposed to fall apart like that and he didn't want you to think he was weak. He wanted you to think that he was strong, that he could carry the weight of this world on his shoulders and give you a safe place.

So after checking his ammo, Joel eventually placed the gun over his shoulder with the strap resting on his shoulder while reaching out to you with one hand and says "come m'er.” You stood there puzzled for a moment at his statement, cocking your head as you didn't understand what he just said or wanted. When you didn't do what he asked, with a little bit more bite in his voice he said “darlin’, don’t make me say it again, I said Come. Here” as he pulled you into a deep hug.

At first you stand there rigid not knowing what to do as you don’t want to upset him, honestly you are in unfamiliar terrority. Yes, Joel will hug you like this when you fall apart, but you’ve never dealt with Joel falling apart before. Joel could feel your rigid muscles and you hear him sigh against you, and you know by that sigh that he’s rolling his eyes at you being so tense. So you finally relax yourself into his embrace and allow yourself to be consumed by his presence. You hum quietly into his chest feeling content as you smell him. He smells like pine, musk, cinnamon, sweat, and Joel; your favorite smell. Right before he pulls you away he says “you mean everythin’ to me darlin’. Don’t you ever forget that, m’kay.” Then he pulls away from you and turns to walk back to the cabin alone.

After a moment of watching Joel walk up ahead of you, you go and pick up your gun that was against the tree, you check it like Joel has taught you, and then you trek back up the hill alone towards the cabin. When you finally reach the cabin you hear Ellie talking with Joel asking if he could help her get some firewood and start the fire in the fireplace because she was cold. He mumbles to himself stating "of course you’re cold" then he goes and grabs the ax. You offer to help him but he says “no baby, I got it, thank you though darlin'" and then he walks off alone to go chop down a few trees for firewood. When you hear him chopping at a tree a few feet into the woods you glance over at Ellie who looks at you and says “what the hell was that? And did Joel just say 'thank you' like what the fu-"

“I don’t know Ellie" you said interrupting her. "I have no idea” is all you say as you both glance towards the sound of Joel chopping down the tree. Truthfully you don’t know what the hell happened. You had never seen that side of Joel ever before, and you didn’t know if that was something that you were supposed to see. All you knew was that it now was going to be a few interesting months until spring, and honestly you couldn’t wait to see what would happen in this cabin by the woods.

-End Chapter-

Author Note: Thanks guys for reading this one. I know this one is mostly filler, but I wanted you guys to get a glimpse inside their heads as characters more and a chance for them to develop. I'm enjoying writing this and they're definitely more Chapters in the future. The next chapter is going to get spicy again with both Joel and the female reader.

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that night : j. yunho - pt 2

a/n: HELLO!! thank you all for the love you’ve shown me in the last fic— actually all the love you’ve shown me since i started my account!! part 1 was crazy. what do we think? will reader forgive yunho???? idk girlll its crazy out here :3 on a serious note yunho does not look like the type to ever do things like this. it was originally supposed to be a san fic but san is too possessive and clingy so i decided to make yunho seem like he has a different side to him.

based on ‘you broke me first’ by tate mcrae

warnings: yunho is a crybaby, reader gets kinda mean, wooyoung gets horny, flirting between y/n and mingi, yunho cries a lot, reader cries a lot, mentions of violence, mingi appears, swearing

this ones a bit of a shorter chapter.

part 1 here.

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to: woo 🧍🏻‍♀️

y/n: im not opening the door

y/n: i dont wanna see his face

y/n: this is so UGHSKEJD

*seen*

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: its not that serious just see what he wants

then think it over l8r

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: show me the fit

woo 🧍🏻‍♀️: u better dress accordingly

*seen*

y/n: FUCK fuck the doorbell just rang

y/n: brb

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*ding ding*

(***)***-****: i’m outside

(***)***-****: hope i’m at the right place

your heart drops to your ass. you walk down the hallway and to the bathroom, looking over the way your tinted pink balm looks on your lips, triple checking the placement of your perfume, and the way your hair sits on the nape of your back. as you peek through the door, your throat falls dry.

his pretty black hair— the way it’s parted on his forehead, the way his sideburns lay on his cheekbones so delicately. his cheekbones you missed so much, it’s all hitting you so hard that he’s here— but not in the way you wanted him to be. the black crewneck he’s wearing underneath his silver chain hugs his chest so comfortably, almost making your heart hurt from how you can’t lean on his chest the way you used to.

your feet finally move themselves to walk over to the door once again— this time, to open it for the man on the other side. his breath nearly stopping from how scared he is to face you. how guilty he is that he’s doing all this because he fucked up your 6 year relationship.

he has nothing in his hands but his heart and an apology to hand over to yours— the hands that carried him when he couldn’t carry himself— the hands that you used as a weapon to fight for your relationship— the hands yunho loved to hold.

he does nothing but look. he watches the way your breathing changes. he watches the gloss in your eyes start to increase; but you’ve held back your tears tonight (hopefully).

“h-hi, y/n.” is all he manages to say. he’s taken aback from the way you look right now. the victim eyes, the sadness that he’d poured onto you years ago that he didn’t get to clean up.

“you can come in, i don’t bite.” you respond. you move to hold the door open as he takes off his shoes and hangs his car keys on the hook on the wall. you close the door behind the both of you, as yunho looks around, admiring the way you decorated your apartment. he looks like a lost puppy, waiting for you to say something.

he notices that you’ve moved on. how you have your life together. it hurts him knowing that you did this without him, and that you never needed him to love yourself, carry yourself the way you’ve always wanted. he wanted to be a part of the way you are today.

he sits down on the fluffy white couch, fiddling and picking at his nails, trying to find the words to initiate the conversation. you sit across from him, watching the way his face shifts and his mouth opens to say something, but taking back the thought.

it’s been 10 minutes. not a word was exchanged.

“yunho, why are you here? you’ve said all you needed to say over the phone.” you started. you really don’t know why he’s here, not saying a word at all. he looks up at you, having found the response to your question.

“i-i don’t know. us talking over the phone isn’t as important. but what i would like to start off with is by apologizing to you. y/n, i know that there really is nothing that would change your mind, or anything that would— you know— make you forgive me. i want to know how you’re doing in life, how every thing is treating you. how’s your lash thing going? i remember you talking about it before.”

he slurs on his words, nervousness ravishing his entire body. you notice the way his cheeks flush into a coral toned shyness, as well as the way his crewneck is slightly bouncing on his left side. his heart is beating out of his chest.

“yunho, please. i really don’t mean to disrespect you right now or devalue what you’re trying to say, but this right here isn’t gonna fix anything. if you’re trying to make things right and have me back as what you did before, it’s not working. so please, if this right here is an act, or if you’re just trying to win me back by this whole ‘sorry i fucked up take me back’ kinda thing, i’m not having it.” you already have too big of a headache for games, yunho not noticing how tired and afraid you look to face him again— to face the problem again. he nods, taking in a deep sigh of regret, knowing that he shouldn’t have shown up tonight.

you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to relieve the tension in your frontal area. yunho keeps his head down as you talk, his knuckles turning pink as he scratches and peels at the skin shielding the bone. you walk to the kitchen while yunho watches you try to get away from the conversation.

“did you want some water, or coffee or wine? any preferences? just trying to break some of the tension here is all.” you say, pouring yourself a glass of water. you’re dehydrated, your throat dry since you’ve checked yunho’s texts that night.

“i’m okay. thank you for offering. i appreciate you.”

i appreciate you.

“uh- y-yeah, you’re welcome.” you stutter, the last three words catching you off guard. you still pour him a mug of coffee, with 2 creams and no sugar, the way he used to drink it every morning with you.

his eyes are damp, glossy and emotional. you can’t tell if he’s putting on an act, or whether or not he’s actually sorry. he looks down, you hear him sniffling, trying to control his breaths. you sit down, your hand has a mind of its own, catching yourself before almost going to rub at the nape of his shoulders.

“yunho, why are you crying?” concern masks the weary and vulnerable expression displayed on your face, while yunho finally breaks.

he always hated when you asked him that. he’d never stop crying the minute you’d ask how he was or what was wrong.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i’m really sorry. i shouldn’t have come here.” he sobs. he stands up as you follow, confused as to why he’s the one hurt.

“yu, don’t leave yet. we’re not done talking.” his eyes lit up like a puppy with treats. he stops in his tracks, turning to look at the way your eyes turn soft, still wanting to talk to him. he sets his keys back down, leaving his car to run, not having a care at all.

“what made you do it?” is all you say after 6 minutes of him adjusting to the situation you’re both in.

“i’m not gonna make up a shitty excuse like oh i was drunk, but i wasn’t. i don’t understand what was going through my mind when they stopped by. they both came by and asked for you and i said you weren’t home. they asked if they could wait here and it was around the time you were almost off work.

they sat down on their phones and i was sitting in our— my room, and they called me over to sit with them. i didn’t think any of it but they kept talking and asking why you weren’t home. i told them you were just getting off work and that they should call you, but sara got up and sat right by me and started talking shit like ‘she can’t handle someone like you’ or that i deserve better.” he talks slowly, taking his time explaining, making sure nothing goes unnoticed. he’s trying to recall the moment to the best or his ability.

“did you believe any of it? did you try to tell them that you didn’t wanna do anything with them? or that maybe i could be home any second? did any of that occur to you?” you argue. right now, he’s explaining and not answering what you want him to.

“i started to, since we literally hadn’t had sex in like 4 months. you were caught up with work and i started to feel like you moved on. it’s not your fault, it never was.

but they started feeling up on me and laughing with each other about how stupid you were to think you could have someone like me— which already pissed me off. they just got super touchy and i guess i started letting go of myself and do things with them. one thing lead to another and i you got home. i wish you’d gotten home sooner that night.”

his eyes water, the deep sigh he elicits ends the conversation at that. it doesn’t feel like he’s been gone for somewhat years, it hurts like it just happened yesterday. a million thoughts at once cloud your brain until you don’t catch that his head is in his hands, tears pooling between his feet on the freshly mopped ground.

you can’t help but cry with him— an experience you both needed for a while. you feel yunho stand up from the spot next to you, kneeling before you and holding your hands in his large ones. he cries and cries for minutes on end, his eyes puffy and red. his nose crimson red and shiny. you hold his face to meet your eyes, the mutual sadness flooding the room around you.

“i’m so, so fucking sorry, baby. i’m so sorry. i never deserved you. i never did.” his eyes meet yours as tears fall down his red flushed cheekbones. he moves the both of your hands to bring them to wipe the tears on your dolled skin.

“my baby, my star, my heart, i would kill for you, i would do anything you tell me. i don’t know how to make you feel how much i regret doing this to you. you’re doing so good, you’re so independent and you don’t need me— and that fucking kills me. i was supposed to be with you. i was supposed to be by you the entire time. i fucked that up for th-the both of us.” he cries. his heart feels drained of everything, his chest empty and his eyes burning from the tears he’s cried.

“i don’t know, yunho, i need time to process all of this. i know you’re sorry, but i just don’t know what to do. what if i forgive you and you make the same mistake?”

you feel like the world stops when you watch yunho cry. it’s the worst feeling seeing him cry, because he’s just so pretty. his crewneck darkens in color from the tears he’s wiped.

“y/n. don’t feel like you need to forgive me. i want you to do it out of your own heart, i want you to readjust to me the way you did when we first met, hm? take all the time you need.” he stands up, planting a kiss on your forehead. your heart sinks as he walks out the door. your head falls into your hands, sobbing even harder than what you held in minutes ago. you don’t know what to do from this point on, leaving the situation up to the universe, or if you should start by being friends with him, then see if it would move up from there.

your phone dings twice, interrupting your crying session. you thought yunho sent you a text already, but you notice that this number isn’t familiar whatsoever. you click on the notification displayed on your lockscreen:

Today at 8:20PM

(***)***-****: hey its mingi

(***)***-****: wyd

*seen*

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HI!!! THIS CHAPTER IS SO SAD ☹️ what do we think?? should reader forgive yunho? should reader tell yunho mingi texted???? idkkkkkkkkkkk 🤞🤞

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#SoundCloud #kpop #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #jeong yunho #m: yunho #jung yunho #yunho #yunho smut #jang yunho

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HEY WHB FAM HOW WE DOIN???? New Update coming our way December 20th and BOY HOWDY IS THIS FUCKING EXCITING SHIT. First...3 new L cards, all our seraphim boys (drools at Raphael's card) and I literally shook when I saw they are wearing fucking chastity cages (iirc that's what they're called I used to sell them at an old job) and I'm just here like....OUR ANGEL BOYS WEARING THIS DELICIOUS ASS CAGE???? I'd have so much fun with Raphael because he has a ball gag and he's drooling up a storm fuccckkk. But let's talk about how they'll be obtained. Chance up banner, only for Michael and Raph and Gabe can only be obtained by playing the newest unlocked level in Dark Sanct. "Nightmare Dungeon" And we get new characters??? Cherbiums??? And they're hot too???? HELPPP Guys...I can't do this, I am crawling. And then this happened....the announcement of uncensored content for our Erolabs folks (though unfortunately, I don't think any of that will be allowed on tumblr for us to see....so I'll just have to make a buddy who has erolabs and scream about it on here with cropped/heavily censored pics) Did you fucking peep Lucifer spread out

and his cock

is out

and it's fucking massive

it's just that he has it out there, and we're in the fucking horse stables???? LIKE LUCI PLEASE

I wanna pull for Raph but when shit like this is put in my face I can't help but cream and screm for my blonde haired fallen angel I want him to bite on me while I struggle to suck his cock, I want to cry for him like the pathetic little person I am while he praises me for taking the pain I AM NOT OKAY The fact that I saw this and forgot about everything else in the update really goes to show how down bad I am. 10 toes down bad.

I'm hoping I find the image floating around so I can keep it in my folder down bad.

But best believe I'm about to be on my angel arc and bullshit, so for the next couple days yeah I'm trucking through these requests so I can be fucking ready. The angel headcanons are about to fly even harder than before. *crying that I do have the EROLABS version, it's just that I am so far behind on catching up on it because yeah playing two different platforms f2p is ass and not possible without trying to spend a bit of cash....so yeah RIP to me on seeing uncensored content for my own eyes*

OH AND Chapter 5 is being released in January so we get to see what happens to MC! *side-eyeing Levi so hard rn* And that little Minhyeok mini-game? Our bestie is coming back slowly ^^ That's all for me ranting on this post....I need to stare at Luci some more. A lot more. goddamn that thang is huge

#whb #what in hell is bad #game updates #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb lucifer #angel-blurbs 🪽#yeah this update killed me in a good way because wow

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Hi I really love your work and was thinking if you could write a jay halstead x read where he’s sleeping and she’s supposed to be sleeping but instead she’s playing on her phone and then it dies so she starts to cry cuz she’s on her week and he wakes up fines the whole thing adorable and gives her his phone if’s that’s not something you can do I understand but thank you

Jay Halstead- Can’t Sleep

Thank you for the request. I hope you like it!

Periods suck. Not only do I have horrendous cramps, but I can't sleep because of them. I look over at my husband, Jay, who is fast asleep, slightly snoring. He's basically bragging that he's asleep and I'm not, but he works hard so I want to let him sleep. Luckily my job means I can choose my hours and I can work from home. I pick up my phone from the bedside table and first check Facebook, boring, Twitter, boring, Instagram, nope nothing on there. Sighing I go on to the internet and start looking at clothes, shoes, bags, anything really.

In no time at all I end up with over $100 worth of clothes in my basket, oops.

After spending to much money, I go onto my word app to continue writing my book. I'm half way through a chapter when my phone dies

"No" I whisper "no" I groan throwing my head back. Tears prick my eyes. I know I have auto save on but I was on a role and I'm still not tired. I sniffle as I try to stay quiet, but Jay starts to stir

"Baby? What's wrong?" he voice rough from just waking up

"It's stupid" I pout as Jay sits up

"Never stupid, talk to me"

"Well I can't sleep, my tummy hurts and now my phones died. I was half way through the 6th chapter and I was on a roll now I can't finish it. My charger is downstairs and I can't be bothered to get out of bed" I cry. I hear Jay chuckle a little then I feel a kiss placed against my forehead

"Your adorable you know"

"So I'm cute because I'm in pain and I might have lost my work"

"No of course that's not my your cute. Here" Jay leans over to his bedside table then hands me his phone "use mine. Log on to your word account and carry on writing"

"But...."

"No buts. I'm not working tomorrow so I won't need it"

"You know your the best husband a woman could dream of"

"And your the best wife. Let's dry those tears shall we" the tears start to fall again not because of my phone dying, but because of how sweet and caring Jay is. I take his phone and download the app I need and log in. Yes, my work saved!

Jay lays back down in bed and placing a hand on my tummy, rubbing it slightly to help ease my cramps

"I hate periods" I mutter

"I know. I'll pop out tomorrow and get you some pain killers and some ice cream"

"Thank you. I love you Jay"

"I love you too"

Only 10 minutes later Jays hand stops rubbing my tummy and his small snores started again. He's fast asleep. I look down at him and smile before continuing my book.

The time is now 3am and I start to feel sleepy. Placing Jays phone down on my side table I snuggle down into the bed and in Jays arms. He shifts a little letting me get comfortable before he places an arm over me, him now being the big spoon. I fall asleep immediately.

The following morning I wake up to an empty bed, it’s still warm though so Jay must have only just woken up. I slowly get out of bed groaning as my period pains already start to hurt. I look at the bedside table and see that both my phone and Jays phone have gone. I make my way down stairs and see Jay sat on the couch on his phone

“Morning baby”

“Morning” I yawn sitting next to him still feeling rather sleepy

“I put your phone on charge and I got the hot water bottle out ready for when you woke up. I’ll run and get some pain killers in a bit

“How did I get so lucky?” Ask generally wondering how a man like Jay exists

“How far did you get with your book?”

“I finished chapter 6 and planned chapter 7”

“I’m proud of you, you know” Jay pulls me into him and we sit like this for a while. Just holding on to one another, feeling nothing but complete love.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead x yn #jay halstead #chicago pd

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 27 is now available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 27 chapters completed: 1.097M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 27 of emotionally distraught Buck and Eddie after Buck prepares to admit he's ready to face his death after having avoided it for 10 months.

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“EDDIE!” He screams then he hiccups on a sob but he does his best to keep talking so he can explain. “I—I don’t know how to pro—cess it. I got struck by light—ning and—and uh… I—I DIED!”

While looking at his husband, his eyes begin to rapidly move around like he’s searching for an answer and once realization sets in, he continues. “Then you… you had to…” He trails off again as his eyes widen even more and the look in them changes to something that resembles sheer horror and fear. His mouth falls open and all the words he wants to say come to a screeching halt inside of his mind.

Immediately, silence fills their bedroom, it’s deafening and the mood gets heavier but Eddie remains directly in his husband’s line of sight, so he’ll know he’s right in front of him.

Their eyes are locked on each other’s and after a few seconds pass, Buck breaks the sound barrier and yells, “OH MY GOD!”

Eddie can tell all the pieces to the puzzle from the night Buck died are falling into place but since Buck was dead, everything he knows about those three minutes and seventeen seconds was told to him by someone else including Eddie. Imagining how terrifying it must be for him sends a shockwave through his body and he fully understands how upsetting this is especially since he remembers all the feelings he experienced every time he remembered being shot. But there’s a difference since he was in and out of consciousness and he remembers bits and pieces of the things that happened and the blanks were filled in by Buck. Instead of remembering some of it, Buck’s only been told by other people what happened to him and having all those thoughts bombard his frontal lobe at the same time has to be overwhelming.

All he wants to do is take the pain away and with all his attention focused on his husband, he calmly says, “I love you and it’s ok because I’m right here with you. Always and forever, remember?”

Buck lowers his eyes like he does whenever he feels like he should have been able to fix it but Eddie’s not going to let him blame himself for something that’s not his fault. He softly suggests, “Amore mio, guardami”. [“My love, look at me”.]

He slowly raises his eyes and when they meet his husband’s, he shatters and falls forward but Eddie catches him just like he did yesterday. He’s crying so hard he’s hyperventilating and Eddie’s trying to calm him because he doesn’t want him to become unresponsive and fall into a state of unconsciousness again.

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - After Buck resumes therapy, he’ll continue to face the fact that he “DIED” in March 2023 and during those sessions, he’ll learn about the 7 stages of grief. As he continues his healing journey, Eddie will be right by his side just like he promised and the Diaz family will start to deal with their three minutes and seventeen seconds loss as a family.

Chapter 28 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-27 are available on AO3.

Continue reading on AO3

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #The Diaz Family #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #911 abc #911 on abc #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #Chapter 27 is now available on AO3 #This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

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lostfracturess · 15 days

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hi nici question what do s&c gojo and geto do to unwind after a long day and why is it me

HKJDSHKSDJHKDS imjust joking no but srs im curious what their after work routines consist of huehuehueheueueueheue :0 like do they go to the gym in the mornings or after work? who's more likely to order takeout when they don't feel like cooking? shower routines after spending all day in surgery? GOD BLESS YOU

ahahahah, of course you're the one they come home to for some unwinding time after a long, stressful day girl !! <3

nothing better than to imagine, satoru and suguru both stumbling through the door, completely drained but still looking fine as hell even sweaty and disheveled from work to blow off some steam ahhhhh.

anyway, i think this got out of hand a bit. so somethings about their "after work" routine after the cut lol:

satoru gojo

satoru comes home late, does drugs, and just spaces out for a while. when his energy returns he goes for a run, even if it's almost midnight. then shower before he starts prepping for class, grading assignments, or getting ready for surgery.

he usually just orders takeout because, let's be real, he doesn't have time to cook. if he's got some free time, though, you bet he's gaming hard. he got some crazy high scores that would blow your mind. the next day, he sleeps in late and grabs a coffee on the way to work.

when he's home earlier and not as stressed, satoru hits up some tokyo's international markets for some special ingredients and whips up a mean meal, but then would pair it with the most disgusting and cheap canned beer.

rest of the evening, he'd just read the latest neurology journals because he's just that dedicated to staying on top of his game.

when satoru is really stressed out tho, he goes off the rails in a different way. he'll meet up with his choso at his junkyard and just get completely wasted while they take turn smashing up old cars with sledgehammers and shit. (like in chapter 10, i guess?)

suguru geto

talk about disciplined. he hits the gym before work every day. after his workout and a shower, he's one of the first ones on campus, prepping for his classes or surgeries. can't start the day without a coffee from the cafeteria, though.

weirdly enough, despite being so early, he still manages to be at least 15 minutes late to class every time.

suguru and satoru are like an old married couple. Grabbing lunch together on campus is just routine for them. They don't even bother texting or anything. one of them just shows up at their usual table and waits for the other. and if one of them is running late (usually satoru, let's be real), the other has already ordered for both of them by the time the straggler gets there.

suguru heads home earlier than satoru most nights since he was on campus first in the mornings. they've both got cleaning services come through regularly. ain't nobody got time for chores when you're working like they do, but suguru has someone do his grocery shopping too since he hates that shit. he can cook and often does, but he also orders in when he's feeling lazy.

when he got free time, suguru also loves to read. his shelves are stacked with everything from philosophy and history to classic lit and poetry. but he's also a major sports nut and watches all the games he can.

they both don't really have a big social circle outside of each other, mostly bc they're always buried in work. but they make sure to get out together when they can, whether it's catching a movie or just pounding back some beers at a sports bar while yelling at whatever game is on the TV.

it's never like one of them formally invites the other out tho. it's more like one will shoot the other a text saying "hitting up the sports bar for the game tonight" and that's their way of saying "you coming or what?" without actually asking hahah. but that's just how their friendship works after all these years.

and sometimes when they're out at those bars, satoru manages to hook up and bring a girl home with him after. can't blame the man, he's got needs, yk?

suguru acts all disgusted though, especially that one time satoru straight up fucked some random woman right there in the dirty sports bar. suguru denies he's ever done anything like that himself.

yeah, right.

anyway, satoru's wild nights calmed down once he started seeing his girl yn. weirdly enough, suguru also stopped around the same time?? hmm, who knows.

#symptoms and causes #inbox #gojo saturo #suguru geto #satoru gojo fanfiction

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It probably is going to sound very contradictory, but I had to say it because your blog is the only place I can say it out loud.

I've been writing for years and I don't crave for popularity or attention for what I write. Too much attention whether it's good or bad makes me uncomfortable. Still I want my work to be recognized a little bit more because for all the hard work and tears that goes in the writing ends up being rewarded with a terribly lukewarm response, which is disheartening. I've always written for the smaller fandoms where you could count readers and writers on your fingers, but then I got into a big fandom, and it took me a long time to gather the courage to post something because the debate about the characters going ooc is too always a valid one. For my 10 chapter fic I only have 50 something kudos and a handful of comments, 3 of whom are my friends who read every chapter and kudo'd as guests. I know the stats shouldn't matter, but after investing myself into the story and the characters, getting negligible response is hurtful. I've even gotten some hate and rude comments from some people.

Now, I'm not the kind of person who feels insecure about their writing, so I don't think someone not reading my stories is because something is wrong with me or my work. But then I read other fics where writers added the note that this was the first fic in this fandom and they have more readers even on their one shots. The numbers even go to 200-400 kudos and many, many comments.

I don't know how to stop feeling this way or what to do to let go of these contradictory feelings where I neither want too much attention nor do I want my work to have almost zero readers in the fandom. But I'm quite shameless (determined?) so I'll still write what I am writing even if it's just one reader reading it. Even then, the lack of readership will still be hurtful at the end of the day, no matter what I tell myself.

*hugs* I get it. I've been there. I probably still am there, if I'm honest, except I rarely post anything in public spaces these days.

What you're feeling isn't unreasonable and it's not contradictory because what you're feeling isn't about popularity or even readership when it comes right down to it. It's not about numbers. It's about an acknowledgement of the effort that you've put in.

You've worked hard and you want that to be recognized. If you did that in the workplace, your boss or coworker would tell you you'd done a great job. If you did that at home, your family or roommate would thank you for the work you'd put into making that home look nice or making a meal to feed everyone.

In online spaces, however, the only way to get that recognition is through popularity. Either that, or through an established community. Right now, you have a few friends who you can rely on to read your work and respond to it. But right now, it also seems like that isn't enough in some way. Again, that's totally fair and understandable.

For me, that happened when I was putting more energy into my fic than I actually had available to me. I was working 60 hour weeks at two jobs and under a lot of personal stress, and fic was my escape so I wrote and posted a lot of it. But writing still takes effort, and it still takes time, and there's a huge emotional component to all of the work you put in, and when your time and your energy are low and your emotions are already a bit fraught... When you're pouring out of a nearly empty cup, you really need someone to come by with a refill.

I don't really have much in the way of advice here. What I did was stop posting publicly and just start writing with my bestie in a private RP discord server. That's not a solution that's going to work for everyone. What I will say is, figure out what it is that you need and then figure out a way to get it. Whether you can get it online, whether you can get it on AO3 is going to be up to you.

#asks and answers

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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Love Grows - Part 5

This part is from Steve's POV, just a little treat for y'all. We'll be back to Eddie in the next part. Also, I've actually done a little planning and this fic looks like it's going to be 10 chapters, which means we're officially halfway through! I'm so excited to share the rest, and I'm glad you've all been enjoying it so far!

Ao3 | Part 1 | Part 4 | Part 6

July 4, '85

Over the last few years, Steve has learned that he’s good at protecting people. He can hold his own in a fight, for the most part, and he can take a hit better than anyone else in their group. When he and Robin get captured by the Russians, his only thought is to keep her safe, to keep their attention on himself so they don't even look twice at her.

He gains a few hits to the face - plus his third concussion in as many years - and loses a few fingernails, but it's worth it when Robin is able to walk away, fairly unsteady from the drugs running through their system, but otherwise untouched.

And Steve is- Steve misses Rosie. As he sits on the bathroom floor, waiting for his nausea to settle, his sweet baby girl is the only thing he can think about. It still amazes him just how quickly she became the light of his life, the absolute center of his world, and now he worries that he’ll never get to see her again. He worries that he won’t be able to apologize to Eddie for not coming back that night, that he never called.

He hopes that Eddie won't think too badly of him for disappearing for a few days. It’s not Steve’s fault, and he knows it, but Eddie has no idea of what’s been going on in the background of Hawkins, he wouldn’t know why Steve has just vanished. That thought alone is almost enough to make him sick, and probably would if he hadn't just spent the last few minutes emptying his stomach into the nearby toilet.

He’s glad, though, he knows that he’s left Rosie in good hands just in case anything does happen. He knows that Eddie and Wayne will take care of her if he doesn’t make it out of this mess.

Robin starts talking, the room stops spinning, and they throw questions back and forth, trying to see if the drugs have left their system. When Robin asks him “Are you still in love with Nancy?” Steve finds himself answering with a genuine, honest “No.”

“Why not?” she presses, and brown doe eyes flash through Steve’s mind. His head drops back against the bathroom wall as he thinks about silver rings and a teasing smile.

“I think because I found someone who's a little bit better for me.”

Steve had always kind of noticed Eddie in school - hard not to notice him, honestly - but had never really interacted with him until Rosie. He had been the first person outside Steve’s little circle to show an interest in the baby, and he didn’t judge Steve for trying to raise her on his own, even offered to help even though he didn't have to, even though he didn't even know Steve.

And at some point in the last few months, Steve has gone from never speaking to Eddie, to having a full-blown crush on the guy.

It only gets worse every time he sees the metalhead - when he brings Rosie by the shop while Steve is working, or when they hang out after Steve’s shift, Rosie asleep nearby while something plays on the tv. Little moments that only add to the quickly growing affection he has for the older man.

“And it's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, you know, ‘you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie-’”

Robin cuts in with a confused “Wait, who's Suzie?”

Steve sighs and pushes a hand through his hair. “Some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend? To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real. But that's not… That's not really the point. It doesn't matter. The point is this person, you know the one that I like, it's somebody that I didn't even talk to at school. And like, I know why, we didn’t run in the same circles or whatever.”

He rubs his forehead and winces at the throb of pain behind his eyes. “It's stupid, I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because when I think about it, I wish I had known them sooner. First of all, they’re hilarious. Like, so funny. And they’re smart, but not like, book smart. They’re smart where it counts, and they’re one of the most creative people I’ve ever met, like super multi-talented. You know, they’re honestly unlike anyone I've ever met before.”

Steve waits for some kind of remark, but Robin is silent, to the point that he asks a soft “Robin? Robin, did you just OD in there?”

A soft sigh, followed by a “No. I am still alive.”

Without thinking twice, Steve scoots forward and slides under the wall to join her, ignoring how the motion aggravates his nausea as he sits upright again. Robin’s face scrunches in disgust as she says “The floor's disgusting,” and Steve huffs a laugh.

“Yeah well, I've already got a bunch of blood and puke on my shirt so… What do you think?”

“About?”

“This person?”

“She sounds awesome.”

And Steve pauses, thinks maybe this once he could be honest, be open with someone about this. He loves Robin, she’s become his best friend so quickly, and if he can’t tell her about himself after the last few days, then…

He replies softly, “Yeah, he is awesome.”

Robin’s jaw drops at the admission and she sits up straighter. “He?”

Steve nods and shrugs a shoulder. “I always kind of… noticed guys. Like, been attracted to them. But he’s the first guy I’ve ever wanted to actively be with, to date.”

“Is it Eddie?” she asks, blunt as ever. “Because every time he comes into the shop you get this dopey look on your face, and I’m like 80-percent certain that you stare at his ass whenever he leaves.”

Steve slides down the wall a little and wonders if Robin can see him blushing under the blood smeared across his face. “I- Yes, Rob, it’s Eddie. Didn’t think I was that obvious about it.”

"Don't worry, you're not. Not to anyone who isn't gay, at least."

Steve pauses and blinks at her, asks a soft "You too?" and gets a nod in response.

Robin looks like a weight has been lifted from her, and when she tells him about Tammy Thompson, Steve just beams at her, ignores the ache in his face as he starts to rag on her because really? Tammy? Robin could do better, and he tells her as much, and they're both a giggling mess when Dustin and Erica find them.

July 9, ‘85

It’s a few days after Starcourt when Steve notices something interesting.

He doesn’t have a job anymore, and though he has been looking for a new one, he’s been loving the extra time he’s had with Rosie, getting to actually spend full days with her without the worry of having to be somewhere, especially while he’s still healing up. It’s a good thing too, because the baby has been extra clingy since he returned from his unexpected kidnapping, with no sign of wanting to let her dad out of her sight any time soon.

Right now though, she’s crawling around the house, going from room to room, occasionally calling out a loud “Ma-ma?” as Steve slowly trails behind her, curious as to what she’s doing. She works her way through the most used rooms, and even smacks her hands on the glass patio door and peers into the backyard. Whatever she’s looking for must not be around, and she seems to realize it as well.

Her face scrunches up and she sits on the floor, looking dejected, and when Steve goes over she looks up at him with wide eyes and reaches out with a watery “Dada…” The sight makes Steve’s heart ache and he picks her up with a soft “C’mere, nugget,” and carries her up to the bedroom.

He nearly drops her when she yells “Mama!” and starts wriggling like a worm. Steve turns, sees her reaching desperately for the pictures taped to the nearby wall, and huh. He tugs a polaroid free from the collection and hands it to the baby, and he’s surprised when she settles down and starts babbling once it’s in her hands. Steve stares down at the photo, just a simple, silly one of Rosie and Eddie. And Steve suddenly has a theory.

That's how he finds himself at Eddie's place, Rosie propped on his hip as he unlocks the door with the spare key the Munsons gave him (and god, if that doesn’t make him feel things, that they trust him with a key to their home). He steps inside as Eddie looks up, and Steve sees that the older boy is sitting on the floor, surrounded by pages and pages of what appear to be D&D notes. Rosie lets out a “Mama!” and starts wiggling as soon as she sees Eddie, and Steve carries her over and hands her off to the surprised metalhead.

“Please don’t tell me I was supposed to watch her and forgot,” Eddie says as he pulls the baby into his arms and hugs her. Steve smiles and shakes his head, sets the diaper bag on the couch before settling on the floor next to Eddie, being careful to not jostle any of the pages.

“Nah. She kept crawling around the house looking for ‘mama’. I figured she was talking about you, and I’m happy to see that I’m right.”

Eddie blinks in disbelief and pulls Rosie back a little so he can look at her. She babbles happily and pats her hands on his cheeks, then squeals in delight when Eddie blows a raspberry into one of her palms. Steve’s heart swells at the sight, as he watches how Eddie interacts with his daughter, sees so clearly just how much they adore each other.

“Mama, huh?” Eddie mutters and presses a kiss to her other tiny hand. “Never thought I’d be someone’s mama.”

Something in his voice makes Steve pause. He hadn’t even thought about what Eddie wanted Rosie to call him, he just thought her automatically associating Eddie as mama was… cute. "If it- if it makes you uncomfortable, I'm sure we can teach her to call you something else-"

He's cut off when Eddie yelps out a sudden "No!" as he pulls Rosie close and squishes his cheek against hers, an affronted look on his face. “No way! I’m mommy now, fuck you!”

Oh.

Steve isn’t expecting the bright spike of desire that shoots through him at Eddie’s declaration, and fuck that’s something he needs to think about later and not when he’s sitting right in front of the object of his crush and his infant daughter.

Eddie seems to realize what he’s said at the same moment Steve does, as his face flushes bright red and he immediately averts his eyes. Steve clears his throat, can feel just how warm his own cheeks are as he looks down at the papers around them, desperate for a distraction.

“So, uh, what’s all this for?”

“Uh, D&D stuff,” Eddie replies as he sets Rosie in his lap. She whines for a moment before realizing that he isn’t going anywhere, that he’s just setting her somewhere comfortable, and she settles into him as he distracts her with his ringed hand. “I’m working on the big campaign I plan to run during the school year. Lots of parts, lots of things to have in order.”

“Tell me about it?” Steve asks, genuinely curious, and when Eddie launches into the intricacies of the story, he listens, enraptured. He finds that he’s at his happiest during these moments, when it’s just the three of them, enjoying each other's company and simply existing together.

And like an inevitable fact of the universe, a puzzle piece slotting into place, Steve knows in this moment that he wants this for the rest of his life.

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Chapter 14 1/2 (SFW) - The Big Day

Summary: While the Menace is having a check up, Katsuki gets lost in his own thoughts. After hundreds of revelations and a ride home, Katsuki decides to give Y/N a lovely present.

Warning: Swear words, suggestive ending

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Katsuki isn’t the most patient person. Everyone knows it, everyone tolerates it and everyone is just way too used to him being this way after being “friends” with him for more that 10 years (what the fuck, where did the time go?!) so usually, he just gets away with whatever comes out of his mouth and no one even makes a face at it anymore.

Hell, he also doesn’t give a shit about this tiny flaw of him. He usually just does whatever he wants knowing that whoever is forced to work with him will need to bear with him as no one fucking dares to tell the number two hero off.

This… is different.

Really different.

And Katsuki is freaking out.

He has no idea when did he become such a sap. If someone would’ve told him he’s going to be waiting patiently for a whole fucking hour, sitting on the uncomfortable bench outside, in the hallway, not even able to be inside and listen in while someone important to him is getting a really fucking important check up, he would have laughed in their face; because first of all, Bakugou Katsuki staying in one place just so he’s the first one to hear the news? Fuck that. He would have fucked off five seconds after the person went in to get a coffee or go to the gym because he ain’t got fucking time to wait around for anyone.

Second of all; someone IMPORTANT to Katsuki? No one should be important enough for him to have a week off and lose those hero brownie points.

How did he end up here? He doesn’t know. But there is one thing he certainly knows as his chest is getting tighter and tighter as the minutes pass, as his insides are being eaten away from all the anxiety and worry… this is it for him.

This, whatever this is…. This is it. This is who he is now. This is his final form.

His old self would have said this is a downgrade; he has gotten weaker, his feelings are getting in the way of his hero work, he has a weak spot now, a person who can ruin his whole career; if anything ever happens to Y/N he knows he’ll jump out of his hiding and ruin the whole mission just to save her, professionalism thrown out of the window without a single remorse.

But there are things his old self doesn’t know; he doesn’t know how it feels to be touched, to be loved so much even the thought of it makes him tear up, he doesn’t know how it feels like to have friends yet, to be embraced by them, to be supported by them, he doesn’t fucking know how much easier it is to be a hero when you are not completely alone.

His old self also doesn’t know that there is no fucking reason for him to try too hard; Deku is an unstoppable force, a guy with several different quirks, all of them practiced to perfection. Maybe, young Katsuki thought he can be better than All Might, but Deku is at least seven times stronger than he was even if Katsuki hates to admit that. His second place is basically unmovable; Shouto doesn’t care enough to try and get it from him and the rest of the extras could train until there’s blood coming out of their armpits but they would never be able to even touch the level of the top 3.

Young Katsuki doesn’t know that he can rest now, that there is more to life than the thrill of an infinite challenge.

Maybe he’s getting old, maybe heroes just get into this mindset sooner than normies do, due to the stress they go through every single fucking day but Katsuki feels like he’s ready to take life a little bit more easy now. He fought the war, fuck, he won the fucking war of the century.

“You’ve done enough, brat.” The hag had always said to him after he tried to go back to the battle field right away, raging PTSD and depression completely ignored. He hates to admit this, but his mother was fucking right about that.

Damn. Maybe he should have tried waiting around a bit sooner; there are so many things he’s only realizing now, which he should have done fifteen years ago. His young years would have been so much more fun.

It’s quite pathetic how he didn’t even know how to laugh freely before Y/N came into his life: he didn’t know about how hot his blood can get out of pure desire, he didn’t know how exhilarating it feels like to look into his second half’s eyes while their full body weight is crushing into him, he didn’t know what happiness feels like at all; there is so much more in life than stupid fights and stupid hero galas, there is so much more than being number one. Also, he should have been more thankful towards his best friend for all the support he has got from him during these years. Did he even ask Kirishima if he wants to have an agency with him or did he just told him that’s what’s gonna happen and he went with it out of pure love? Where would he be if not for Katsuki’s persistence? Would he be married? Would he have kids? Would he be in the top ten or would he just live his life as a sidekick, far away from the real danger?

Fuck, Katsuki was such an asshole to him.

My best buddy, Katsuki:

Oi. If you wouldn’t have an agency with me, where would you be right now? Be honest.

Shitty hair:

Uhm. That’s random? Are you okay, man? It’s Y/N’s assessment today, isn’t it? Fuck, you must be in pieces bro, but it will be fine! To answer your question, I’d have never had the balls to step up if it’s not for you. I would have gotten a job as a random side kick in a town far from Tokyo, living a chill life but constantly haunted by the “what if”‘s, so it wouldn’t be too great. With that said, I’m really happy to be here. So is Y/N. So is everyone who’s friends with you. We love you 💪🏼❤️

My best buddy, Katsuki:

Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up.

Katsuki swears he will protect his best bro with his life if he needs to. Fuck, he does not deserve Eijirou. No one does. Eijirou is too fucking perfect for his own good.

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“Okay, so we did all the possible tests to see if you are able to go back to your hero work.” The doctor starts talking after poking you in several different places for a whole fucking hour. You hate needles. It’s a really stupid thing to be scared of when your life is literally in danger 24/7 when you are a hero but it is what it is. You can barely stop yourself from looking at your doctor with pure hatred in your eyes and the needles aren’t the only reason for that; you would absolutely kill to be able to hold Katsuki’s hand right now. Fuck, you are already way too dependent on him; you really don’t want to go home today, to be honest. You never want to go home ever again. “As you know, we are the best hospital in Japan for these cases and our equipment is the best in the whole world so what I’m about to say is 100% true and I want you to listen to me and to my advice and take it.”

Fuck this guy. Fuck him.

“If you don’t spill the results in the next five seconds I swear to god I’ll strangle it out of you, doc.”

“Charming as always.” The doctor snickers but doesn’t get offended. “Your results are perfect. I’ve never seen such a change in such a short time before. There is no need for you to take any medication anymore and your quirk is back to its full power as well, so you are more than welcome to SLOWLY start hero work again.” Oh my fucking god. This is real. This isn’t a dream. Fuck’s sake, you are about to cry. You’ve been through so much in the last few years and you missed being a hero so much it physically hurt sometimes and now… “But!” Oh, fuck off. “It doesn’t mean you should jump into the deep waters right away. You clearly did your best to keep yourself in shape and you did say you sparred with a few fellow heroes during your stay in Japan but please, start with small cases, see how it goes then slowly work your way up to the top. Your body might be ready to fight but your mind is not. You’ve been away for way too long and I don’t want to see you here again in a few months. Are we clear?”

You don’t know when you stood up, but you are standing right now. Even though you are absolutely thrilled about the news, all you can think of is telling Katsuki. Will he cry? Will he just roll his eyes, ignoring his freak out this morning and say “obviously” and make his way out? Will he jump into your arms and embrace you in the middle of the hallway like in those stupid romantic movies where the main character finally gets pregnant?!

“Oh my god just sign this sheet and go, I can’t believe you.” The doctor snickers and you’ve never signed anything so quickly in your life. “Read the paper before you sigh it!” The doctor giggles but he’s already by the door, opening it wide for Katsuki to come in. He doesn’t need to say anything to him though, Katsuki rushes in without even being prompted to. You can see your doctor’s face going pale as he realizes that he’s the number two hero, Dynamight.

“What did the doc say? Are you okay? Why are you all teared up? Did they hurt you? Who was it? The old man or the chick? Nevermind, I will just kill them both…”

“Calm down, Katsuki.” You giggle to yourself; you literally didn’t realize you are about to cry from happiness. “I’m back in business, baby. I can be a hero again. Fuck, Katsuki, I’m so happy…” you can’t finish your sentence as he shuts you up with his mouth; the kiss is hot and heavy, filled with something new, something that makes your legs tremble and your ovaries scream… and you still in your doctor’s office. This is certainly inappropriate.

“I knew you can do it. You are the strongest fucking person I’ve ever met. Thank you, doctor octopus.” Katsuki looks at your doctor who can’t decide between being offended and being amused.

“I must say, I do have a resemblance to that character but my name is…”

“Let’s go.” Katsuki pulls you out of the office without saying goodbye to anyone but by the look of it, they don’t really care anyway; you barely leave the office before you can hear the nurse yelling into her phone.

“Oh my god, I just met Dynamight and he’s like… really fucking hot? He came into the office after one of my favorite patients and kissed her so passionately I blushed! Oh my god, bestie, this is the best day of my life…”

You can’t hear the rest of the story as you are thrown into the passenger seat without a single a word. Katsuki runs to the other side and starts the car; you are quite sure he went past the speed limit at least five times already but he looks so determined about something you don’t have the heart to tell him off this time.

He steps on the break so heavily the whole car stutters under you; it only takes him a few seconds to get to your side, pull you out, close the door and sprint up to his flat, not even saying hi to anyone in the agency who wanders in the shared hallways. They give you two a really weird look, probably trying to decipher why is their boss hanging out with the assistant he “hates so much” but Katsuki clearly does not care about the gossip as he opens his door and throws you right in, his lips on yours before the door can even close properly. The kiss is passionate and aggressive, his movements a little bit all over the place; your back hits the wall with a loud thud as the blond pushes into you, his body flush against yours as he keeps devouring you in the hallway, his determination turned up to 120%.

“Katsuki, what are you…” you try to ask between two heavy kisses, but Katsuki doesn’t let you finish your question; his tongue barges into your mouth the same time his fingers find their way to the back of your head, pulling on your hair lightly as he massages your tongue with his.

“Reward for being good. For getting better.” Katsuki mutters between two heavy kisses. “Reward for me for being patient.”

Bakugou Katsuki is gone. His eyes are dark and full of lust, his face flushed from the pent up energy, his movements heavy and full of desire. You don’t need to think too long to realize what’s about to happen; you can feel it trough his trousers, through his tangled words and painful pants as he tries to whisper into your ears, but it comes out much louder, much huskier and the sound of it goes straight to your core.

“Bedroom. Now.”

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