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Request: Edward comes home from work to find his goofy little Reader playing around and wearing his Riddler outfit. They're pretending to be him, acting out a "murder" scene where he kills a "corrupt official" (in reality, they're just hitting a teddy bear with the carpet tool).

Incredible embarrassment ensues when they hear Eddie giggling behind them.

a corrupted toy

pairing — dano!edward nashton/reader

warnings — teddy bear violence

a/n — all i could picture while writing this was eddie’s beautiful smile. had me blushin’ n’ gigglinnnn’ ｡•́‿•̀｡ hope you enjoy anon!! (next request will be posted tonight!)

“..And so I said, yknow, you can’t say that to me and—and then..”

A small stuffed toy sat on the couch, positioned to look directly at the bright screen. It’s beady eyes had a glare as it sat so very still. The animal was extremely focused on the reality show built on wealth and fame. It was loved by many.

But the TV was only background noise for what was to come.

“..Ohhh my goshh! That is so terrible..”

From behind the couch stood a figure in green. You had every piece of the Riddler’s outfit on—all except his clear-framed glasses. Those were with Edward, who had gone on a small shopping trip for you. You handed him a short list and gave him a loving kiss on the cheek. He couldn’t have left the apartment any quicker.

It’d been sometime since. You had to go get dressed—properly, cling wrap and triple layered. If you were going to experiment and get the perfect feel of what being the Riddler was like, you had to go all out. You found it more difficult than it seemed, which dwindled the time you had before Edward would return home.

But you couldn’t think about all that now, not with the corrupt teddy bear sitting on your couch. The sight of it made you take a deep breath. It sat there, watching the most obnoxious and meaningless show to ever air. Who paid the bills? You and your Eddie.

Breathing getting heavier with each inhale, you went for the attack.

With a shriek, you grabbed the teddy bears head and flung it to the side. The toy landed snout first, arms and legs spread. As if it’d move and fight back, you quickly slid onto your knees and crawled over. A carpet tucker was in your palm, tightly held so it wouldn’t ever leave your grasp.

“…Ha-haaaa, I would’ve done the same thing. No—I swear!”

The teddy bear was struck with the tool, over and over and over. It was old and the thread was weak, so there wasn’t much surprise when stuffing came flying out. A mess of poly-fil began to surround you.

All you could hear was the ripping and your own breathing. Moving was a hassle and tremendously sweaty. It fueled your anger as you tore the teddy bear to shreds.

“..Has anyone seen her? We’ve been waiting for sooo long, ohmygoshh..”

A snicker comes from afar before it developed into giggles. You could almost hear it over your grunts and the tucker hitting the floor..

Edward’s sweet giggles.

You whip around, startled from the sudden noise. The carpet tucker drops with a clank.

Edward stands at the entrance of the hallway, back towards the end. He held a couple of plastic bags in one hand.

Despite his adoring smile, you were floored with embarrassment.

“What are you doing?” he continues to giggle, eyes fixed on the scene before him.

You were at a loss. You couldn’t move, you refused to even glance away. Every part of you was clammy and warm. Suddenly the uncomfortableness of being in the Riddler’s position hit you.

“I..” your mouth was dry. How could you answer him without sounding like a fool? Even with that thought, you said what immediately came to mind, “..I was tucking in the carpet.”

Edward snorts and takes a step forward. He reaches over to set the bags on the couch before cutting the distance between you. Before another thought could cross your mind, Edward was getting on his knees to meet your level. Your eyes were blown wide but he felt invisible under your gaze.

Carefully, Edward reached to take his mask. Your eyes followed his hands yet you didn’t fight him off. Fingers hooked to the straps, Edward pulled off the green mask to reveal your overheated, damp face. You tilt your head down instantly, knowing you looked ridiculous.

Edward suppressed a lovesick grin at your shyness. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, he was too bewitched.

“You’re gorgeous,” he sighs tenderly, mask forgotten on the ground. Edward ducks, hopeful he can get a good look at you with the positions you’re both in. You saw a hint of a smile on him.

“You make it all look so, so good..”

“Oh, Eddie..”

“Oh, angeleyes,” Edward’s infectious giggle returns, making the corners of your mouth tug, “..what did he do?”

You take a glance up at Edward. A wave of confusion tickled you, until you remembered the mess underneath you.

“Oh, uh…the usual. Corruption, greed. Maybe with a side of pride.”

Edward’s eyes flicker over to the TV, and you felt embarrassment crawl back into your core.

Your head turns towards the TV, “..He enjoyed The Kardashians a little too much.”

“What a menace.”

You can’t help but weakly laugh at Edward’s comment. He was charming, especially when he played the part with you.

Edward took your chin in one hand and leaned in for a kiss. He made a pleasant noise against your lips, making it transparent over how much he loved the contact. All you could do was melt.

When he pulled back, Edward extended his arm to get the cling wrap off of your head. He was gentle, not wanting to make the process uncomfortable in anyway. Once it was off, he set it to the side.

“Do you have the duct tape?” he asks in all seriousness. You nod, a little lost. You dig into his parka and pull out the roll of duct tape.

Edward hums as he picked at the tape and stretched out a long piece.

“We’ll start with the eyes.”

Headcanon: Yandere!Ethan Landry

Reader is gn, enjoy.

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Content warning: uhhhh gore description? Sex allusions; obsessive and shit. I mean, that's yandere you have to be used to it by now. OOC Ethan ? Manipulative, stalking blah blah blah nothing too crazy for a yandere.

~2000 words (8/05/2023)

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who 'accidentally' run into you at school. He's been following you in the hallways since you arrived to be honest but there is so much students here, you can't notice him in the crowd.

➛"I'm so sorry ! I wasn't looking !" He was, he was staring right at your face when he practically jumped on you. "It's okay, don't worry. I wasn't looking either." And when you two leave each other, what a crazy coincidence that you seem to have forgotten your book ! Wait, you didn't have it in your bag ? Of course silly ! Why would Ethan have it either way ? You're so clumsy ! He'll have to come give it back to you.

➛And suddenly, you see him everywhere. In the library at the same time as you and, oh no ! There is no seat for him ! Wait, is that a free seat ext to you? Maybe you won't mind if he seats here, he gave you back your book after all. He's so nice. Suddenly, he's at the same parties as you. Laughing with you and rating the costumes of people around you. He's in your building to 'drop someone off' and so on. What a coincidence, right ?

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who, to keep you all to himself, always say things like 'No, i'm mostly alone in my free time' to make you pity him into staying by his side. If it don't work, at least you got the idea that he's single and available for you.

➛ Pretty simple things, really. He'll tell you that his last partner left him without warning, that they were manipulating him. That he has difficulty in giving his trust to someone because of them. And now he's scared to love. That it hurt him really bad and of course you're sad for him ! So you're trying to be as nice as possible. You don't need to know that he never had any partner ! He'll eventually tell you that later.

➛Like "You're going to the party tomorrow ?" "I was planning on just staying at home" He didn't. Chad harassed him to come, and he would have if he didn't have the better option of staying with you. "I never really catch people's attention anyway..." He didn't care, it was yours that he wanted. But right now, his goal was to make you sad. For you to have pity of him so you'd stay with him.

So most of the time you try to make him smile by asking him to come to the party with you. Happy, he'll be stuck to your side all night, chasing everyone who'd dare approach. He's tall, he'll stand behind you and glare blankly at everyone without you noticing. He doesn't even need to try to be scary, he's a serial killer, his simple being emits a threatening energy.

➛Or when you ask him what's his plan for the week end and he just goes "Nothing, I don't really have much friends. I'll probably watch movies." with a small, almost ashamed voice. And you don't want to leave your new friend alone. And you think that he's too nice to be left alone so you offer to stay with him and he's on cloud nine !

➛Like "Don't you want a boyfriend sometimes ?" he'd ask. And you're a little surprised but you answer as honestly as possible. And he answer just after you, ignoring a little your answer. He just wanted to say what he needed to. "I'd like a partner. I've never had anyone loving me, that look so nice." He sighs. And while you look somewhere else, he'd give you a longing look. He probably already told Chad you two were together to be honest.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who plays innocent when he litteraly jump on you when you two are watching a scary movie. He's a fucking liar, don't trust him. He litteraly kills people babe... This guy absolutly LOVE horror movie and even the gorest of them all couldn't make him twitch. But with you, he plays the innocent and easily scared nerd.

➛When the murderer suddenly appear on the screen in a loud scream, the boy plunge his head in your neck, putting his hands before his eyes to hide the TV from him. You laugh. "It wasn't that scary, you know ?" He laughs nervously, moving away from you but still sticking to your side. The side of his thigh flat against yours and your arms touching each other's. His cheeks are red and you probably think it's because of his embarassment in jumping of fear but he's just happy to be near you. "If you're so scared we can change." But he dismisses you. Saying that it's okay. After that, he'll hide himself in your body at each loud noises. Smiling when you can't see him, happy with his trickery.

And that little monster takes advantage of the situation until the end. He'll call/text you when you're at home. He'll keep you awake all night, pretending to be scared to sleep, needing to talk to you even if you're in two differents places just to be reassured.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who guilt trap you by crying if you dare be angry at him or accuse him of something. It can be anything but he'll try and gaslight you. He'll cry harder, like a kid, to prevent you to continue talking.

➛After he came to your flat one day, one of your shirt disappeared. You had lend one to him since he got stained. (even if you're not the same size at him, i'm sure you have oversized clothes so it fit him) Without thinking much of it, you asked him about it when you saw him in class. And suddenly, he's looking at you with his big and shiny doe eyes, as if you had insulted him. Because in his head, you did ! "I gave it back to you litteraly two days ago..?" And he seems so sure of himself that you start to question yourself. "Are you sure ?" you ask, though. And Ethan laugh lightly. You doubt, trying to remember the past few days and thinking that, yeah, maybe he gave it back and it just didnt really stuck to you. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why would I steal your shirt anyway ?" But you swear you haven't seen your clothes in a while now.

➛Like, Ethan, your new friend, comes to your flat one day. You're used to it by now. He's sad, terribly sad. Or at least that's what he shows. "You know that person I was talking to ?" Another lie, he never talked to anyone beside you. And he plans on staying like that. But he told you he was slowly trying to forget about 'his ex', that he was trying to come out of his shell. And also he wanted to make you jealous by telling you he was talking to someone. (it didnt work, he was devastated) "They kind of called me a creep" and he laughs nervously, like he's ashamed to tell you that. (he's not) "They didn't like that I was clingy." And you try to be objective. "You know, people except different things in a relation. Maybe you were indeed too much for them but..." And then his eyes water and you feel bad. "Shit. I'm... Are you okay ? I wasn't insulting..." He doesn't want you to finish that. Because he doesn't want to hear you contradict him. So, thinking you said something stupid, you try to comfort him but now that he got you feeling guilty, he'll lock himself in the bathroom while this time, you're the one following him. He'll act like he's embarrassed to cry before you while in reality that shit is his most powerful technique. He'll cry before you every fucking day if he needed to.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who calls you when he's ghostface, playing with you to see your reactions. He's the type to talk about himself (Ethan) to you to see what do you think about him. Yeah, he's fucked up.

➛"Do you like scary movies ?" ask a changed voice. You frown your brow, taking the phone away from your ear to look at it. As if the face of the caller would appear. "Who are you ?" "Answer the question, pretty." "Don't call me that." A silence pass. Ethan didnt know how to contain his feelings. He was so happy to talk to you ! And in his costume, he was so much more confident ! He was able to tell you things he never did ! "I like scary movie. And you ?" you finally respond in a sigh. Ethan decides to skip this part, rushing to what's interest him. "Do you have a boyfriend ?" "Will my answer change the way you act with me ?" "Maybe" "I don't have a boyfriend, or any kind of partner for that matter." The boy on the other side of the phone was trembling in joy. His cheeks were crimson red. "Good".

➛For the umpteenth time this week, the phone ring. "Please leave me alone." you said, still scared by the call; you answered the phone, again, because he once threatened to come get you if you didn't. You wouldn't have been so terrified if he hadn't told you your exact adress, proving you that he was indeed watching. No way you were going to try him. "I was thinking about your little boyfriend recently. Ethan, right ?" "He's not my boyfriend, leave him alone. He did nothing." As much as he despised the way you dismissed your relation with him, Ethan was euphoric to think you were trying to protect him. "He's not, hm ?" He was shaking from joy thanks to this call. "How would you react seeing his dismembered head in your mailbox, hm ? You'd cry ? I bet you'd cry all your pretty tears for him. I'd like that." "Stop..." "Do you think he'd cry seeing your cute little head in his mailbox ?" And he couldn't stop himself. "I'm sure he'd be devastated. He's so fucking pitiful. I'm sure he wants to fuck you but he's too much of a coward to do so, huh ? Would you like being fucked by him ? To fuck that whore ? Tell me, pretty. Should I send you his head ?"

Plus, the best part was when you'd run to him crying and telling him how much you're scared. Then, Ethan could be your knight in shining armor, promising you he'd protect you from your stalker. And it worked ! Strangely, each time you were stuck to him, Ghostface didn't call.

If only you knew.

this is the funniest thing I’ve read in my LIFE

Barry edit because he is so important to me 😥

Locker Room (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing

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Synopsis: When Y/N realises that Eddie was hiding in the girls locker room, she has the decision to out him or believe him that it was all just a big misunderstanding

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Grease

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x fem! reader

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warnings: Kissing, making out, like one hickey, my lack of D&D knowledge (someone pls teach me how to play) and shitty writing

Summary: There were two things Friday nights were dedicated to: an exhilarating meeting of the Hellfire Club, followed by a relaxing movie night with your best friend, Gareth. However, when a movie can't be agreed upon, more than secret cinematic preferences are revealed.

Or: The one where Gareth hides his feelings for not only your favorite movie, but his feelings for you, too.

Word Count: 1,492 words.

Author's Note: This was fun to write, but I have no idea if it's even cohesive. Did this make any sense?? Did it flow okay?? Help?? Also, tbh I don't know if Grease or Wizard of Oz was even out yet (I'm pretty sure they were??) but they are my most favorite movies, so I just had to use them.

With a defeated sigh, you began to pack up your various papers and trinkets, slipping them neatly into a folder while tuning out the chaos resounding in the walls of the old theater room. It wasn't until you felt a gentle 'thunk' on your shoulder that you refocused on your surroundings. Down turning your gaze, you were met with the sight of a pouting Gareth leaning against you, his arms crossed against his chest.

"What the fuck, man." He whined, glaring over at his dungeon master, whom was reclined in his throne, basking in the aforementioned chaos he had caused. "That was so unnecessary this early into the campaign." He complained, now beginning to pack up his own stuff.

You offered him a wince of a smile, placing your hand gently atop his shoulder. "Sorry, my rolls were shit today." You responded, referring to your lack of ability to heal him as the only cleric in the party.

" 's not your fault, sweetheart, Eddie's made this campaign just about impossible to beat. It's ridiculous!" Gareth responded, leaning into you. He finished packing before standing up, leading you towards the door. The both of you opted for a simple wave and a shout of 'bye, kids!' before walking out into the hallway towards the exit of the school.

Your shoulder brushed his as you walked out into the parking lot, listening halfheartedly to his rants about the brutal session, instead focusing on his animated features. You fought against the urge to reach up and sooth the wrinkle in his brows and plant a dainty kiss between them, gripping onto your folder in order to keep your hands to yourself.

"-and when he brought out the other orc as if we weren't struggling enough?! It's like he's trying to get us all killed off in the beginning! Honestly, I'm not sure what he was thinkin-..." Gareth trailed off when he noticed your absentminded staring, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance and gently flicking your nose. "Are you even listening to me, sugar?"

You rubbed your nose, scowling up at him. "Yes, I was! You were talking about the second orc or something." You responded. He gave a noncommittal huff but said nothing else as you reached his car. He opened the passenger side door for you with a flourish of his hand, before closing it and walking back over to the driver's side.

"My place or yours?" He questioned as he started the car. "My mom's out of town for the weekend, so we'd have the house to ourselves." You replied, turning towards him with a gentle smile. Gareth returned the same sentiment as he drove out of the parking lot. "Sounds like a plan, princess. Should we go by Family Video or just stick to the usuals?"

You checked your watch with a frown. "I think they may be closed already." While poorly concealing a satisfied smile, you attempted to feign disappointment. "I suppose it'll be Grease and The Wizard of Oz tonight."

"Ohhh noooo... what a travesty!" Gareth responded sarcastically. Truthfully, he could barely stand the two movies. The cliche tropes and predictable plot lines far too boring for him. However, he always sat through them in order to admire the way you became so entranced, eyes sparkling as you mouthed along to the dialogue. It was truly an irresistible offer, being able to stare at you, the person he was certain was the love of his life, for nearly four (almost) uninterrupted hours.

At last arriving at your home, you unlocked the door and led him in. "I'll grab the blankets if you get the movies ready." Gareth nodded with a yawn. His eyes followed your figure as you padded over to your room, his body only kicking into autopilot once you were out of sight.

You hummed an unknown tune as you grabbed a blanket off your bed and another from your closet, dragging them both into the living room. You stopped for a moment to admire the sight of Gareth knelt down by the TV, glaring down at your VHS copy of Grease. You tilted your head curiously, remaining unnoticed by the boy.

"I don't know how you're her favorite, I can hardly stand you. You've simply got to be the worst movie in cinematic history." He grumbled, though none-the-less, rammed the tape into the player. He stood up to his full height, reaching his arms above him to stretch when he was met with a pillow to the stomach. "What in the-" He began, though was quickly interrupted by your whine of his name.

Gareth immediately recognized his mistake, his eyes settling onto your figure, clutching the blankets to your chest with a crestfallen look painted upon your face. He reached his arm around to sheepishly rub at his neck, stepping towards you to gently grasp onto your arm with his free hand. "Do you really think so?" You whispered.

"Listen, sugar-" he was once again interrupted, though this time by you gently slapping at his chest. He brought his other hand down to now grasp at both of your shoulders, keeping your gaze on him.

"I can't believe you let me force you to watch a movie you hate for-..for years!" You whined. Suddenly, you stopped, looking down and thinking for a moment before returning your gaze to him. His heart squeezed; you now looking twice as distraught. He mentally slapped himself, he hated upsetting you, even if for the stupidest reason.

"Do you hate the Wizard of Oz too??" You questioned in a whisper. Gareth simply shot you a guilty look. You groaned thumping your head onto his chest.

"I'm sorry..." He murmured, rubbing his hand on your back. "I mean, I don't hate them.... it's just..." he tried, though trailed off. You simply lifted your head and fixed a challenging gaze onto him. He winced and gave it up, pulling you back into his chest and guiding you over to the couch, pulling you down onto his lap.

"Yeah, okay I hate them. It's just that you just always get so happy when we watch them. I couldn't possibly say anything when you get so excited." He admitted, still languidly running his hand up and down on your back. "But that's like... houurss of your life wasted, Gareth! You could've just told me! I'm so sorry!" You whined.

He didn't respond, simply staring into your eyes with a soft smile on his lips. "What?" You questioned, feeling heat rise into your cheeks from his staring. "What's wrong?" You try again, following his lack of response.

"Not a thing sugar." He murmured after a moment, breaking his stare only to trail it down towards your lips. You followed, dropping your gaze to his own. Only now, of course, with heat raging in your face did you notice your precarious position on top of him.

While you two were often attached at the hip, and it wasn't uncommon for Gareth to throw an arm around you or for you to curl right up next to him, it was, however, very unusual for you to be perched on his lap with your hands on his chest, one of his own on your hip with the other still on your back.

"Well-" you began, stopping to swallow down the nerves that followed the realization, instead taking a leap of faith and leaning into him. "-is there anything else you need to tell me?" you whisper.

Gareth returns his gaze to stare into your own, a smirk playing on his lips. He hums softly, before moving a hand up to cradle the back of your head and pulling you into a soft kiss.

You bring your hands up to tangle into his hair, sighing into the kiss as his own drag you closer to him. He gently parts from you, resting his forehead onto yours. He tilts his head, smiling. "Did that explain it, orrrr?" He drawled out teasingly, eyes alight. You huffed, simply pulling him back in for another.

"I guess it's my turn, then?" You questioned once you parted, slightly out of breath. Gareth quirked a brow, waiting for you to speak. Swallowing down any residual doubt, you fixed your gaze onto his. "I've been in love with you since freshman year." You whispered, only to be met with grin.

Gareth pulled you back in, dragging his lips over yours sloppily, smiling into it. "Well, I've got you beat." He replied between kisses. He pulled away just long enough to finish his thought: "I've loved you since 7th grade."

He flipped the two of you over and pressed you onto your back on the couch, moving his lips down onto your neck. You giggled from the ticklish sensation, though cut it off with a gasp when he bit down. His hands moved down to your side and under your shirt, only to start tickling there and blowing raspberries into the crook of your neck.

With a squeal, you tried to move away from his relentless attacks to no avail, Gareth only letting up after minutes of begging. He chuckled above you, gazing down with heavy adoration as you caught your breath.

"I love you, sugar." He said, collapsing next to you, then pulling you into his arms again. You tucked yourself into him, movie forgotten.

"I love you more, Gare."

end.

How your friendship with Uncle Wayne develops as you're dating Eddie - timeline (headcanons)

GN! reader as always🥰💖

TW for smoking (Wayne).

Munson family (Wayne & Eddie) taglist: @hellfirebabes @eddiemunsonshoney

To start with, for a few weeks and months, you don't get to meet Wayne. He's the elusive uncle, the one who is always working at the plant by the time you and Eddie get back from Hellfire or a date. Eddie loves his uncle, anyone who hears him talk about Wayne can tell immediately, and it makes you extremely curious and excited for the day you get to meet him.

One day, you're making yourself and Eddie some food but there's more in there than what you can both eat in one meal. Eddie just assumes you accidentally made too much and figures you can eat the leftovers tomorrow, and while that's true, you also made extra on top of that so that Wayne had a meal to come home to in the morning. You leave a note on the container once the food is in the fridge, cooled. The note tells him what the food is, when it was made, and it's signed off with your name and a crooked smiley face.

One night when you're not there a few weeks later, Wayne asks Eddie about you. Eddie doesn't know where to begin so he just rambles out about how you are, how you treat him, your likes and loves, favourite music, and when he's done, slightly breathless, Wayne chuckles.

"I wanna meet the one able to make my boy smile like that."

Eddie's blushing so hard he almost matches the devil on his Hellfire Club shirt. Almost. Wayne wonders how many shades' difference there is. Decides he doesn't care because his Eddie is happy and that's all that matters to him. It's all he's ever wanted for his nephew; his kind, misunderstood boy.

It's decided that you'll meet on a night Wayne is at home; trying to meet someone new at 6am isn't gonna go well for anyone. You come over for coffee and a light chat with the Munsons, all of you camped out in the living room once Eddie is done with school and your own day, with whatever it is you do, is finished. Wayne sits on the lone kitchen stool (the one Eddie always trips over, even when he knows it's there) to sit opposite you and Eddie on the sofa. The TV is on but none of you are watching it; the ice doesn't really break until the first set of commercials, Eddie laughs at something and your breath audibly hitches as you gaze at him and the adoration and love in your eyes makes Wayne feel like perhaps he should look away from such intimacy. He relaxes around you in that moment, fully accepts you as Eddie's partner, knowing you make his boy happy but also that you genuinely care about and love Eddie.

He stands, offers you a drink, and learns that day how you like your favourite hot beverage; Eddie isn't asked because Wayne knows his tastes as easily as his own (the Munsons are not fussy and are closer knit than they may appear).

The act of making you a beverage is very much an extended olive branch. No one says it but you all know it. Wayne isn't a man of many words and his actions are where you'll hear him if you pay attention. He's not 'blink and miss it' but you do have to be aware.

Awkwardness between you and Wayne settles within just a few weeks and almost a month to the day you first met, you're friends. He makes you your favourite drink if he knows you're coming over (sometimes you'll get to Eddie's before he goes to school and you'll find hot drinks for the both of you in mugs; yours is always on the left because you come in that way and Eddie's is on the right because his bedroom is that way; it's logical and easy to remember for all involved). If you know he has a shift that night, you'll make him extra so he has a meal to come home to.

You were accepted wordlessly into the Munson family the first time Wayne saw you look at Eddie while smiling, but you don't hear that for yourself until almost a year into your relationship. It's not that you're left to doubt if he likes you or anything like that, but he just isn't verbal about his affection up until this point:

You find Wayne already waiting on the trailer steps as he smokes, blue eyes far away. You pause as you reach him and he pats the space beside him just once; if you want to, you can. Or you can walk up past him and go into the trailer. Your choice. But you love Wayne, you've been wanting to get to know him a bit more than the man you've always known as the one who took Eddie in and raised him as his own, and this is the perfect chance. Plus, you can tell he has something to say.

"Thank you for giving my boy a chance. I know my nephew looks dangerous - " you snorted lightly and Wayne gave you an amused look. Both thinking of Eddie simply being Eddie, and thinking:

Dangerous when??? To whom?

"Only to the sheep."

The familiar comment cracks the tension between you and Wayne shuffles over to sit closer.

"He's so beautiful, Wayne. I just... I tell him all the time that I love him but I don't know if he ever fully believes me. It makes me sad to think he doesn't know how - "

Wayne wraps an arm around your shoulder, sensing genuine upset at the possibility that Eddie doesn't know he's loved, and lets you lean into him. "He does know, Y/N. Give him time."

Wayne says nothing more and stays with you until you go back inside, then he carries on with what he was doing and that's that.

Eddie noted your moment together; he couldn't hear anything from his vantage point in his bedroom but he sees all the moments between you and Wayne and somehow it only makes him love the two of you more; happy that two of his most favourite people are getting along.

As time does pass and you and Eddie spend more of your lives together, things remain similarly with Wayne. He becomes your confidant if you don't want to tell Eddie something or can't for whatever reason (though if Wayne thinks it's something Eddie would need or want to know, then you're encouraged thusly), he's the one you go to if you want some company but Eddie is asleep or busy or unavailable, he's the one who makes you coffee and the one you make coffee for as you walk past each other, clinking mugs together in thanks, one leaving the trailer and one coming in as your day finishes but Wayne's starts for work...

Your relationship with Eddie and your friendship with Wayne develop at a very similar pace. As you become committed to a future with Eddie - whatever that means for you - Wayne starts to give you hugs, allows you to hug him, compliments you on the food you make and scrounges up food for you when he makes dinner for himself and Eddie. You truly become a Munson, in all ways and things, so slowly that you may not notice at first.

Until one night, Wayne makes a comment about the trailer holding three Munsons, and you freeze. So does Eddie, but he pulls himself together way faster and cracks a joke; the three of you laughing together becomes his favourite song. His voice breaks half way through the joke but no one addresses it; none of you need to. You all know what the conversation means.

Bottom line is, the Munsons know they all love each other.

One Piece Minks/ Furries Part 2

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