Full House · Y/n story by @mrayne

The house on Broderick Street was quiet. Too quiet. The late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing over the empty sink. A single plate, rinsed but not washed, sat on the counter.

Danny Tanner

voice from the living room, strained Girls? Can you come in here, please? All of you.

D.J. Tanner

from upstairs, muffled Coming, Dad!

The sound of small, quick feet pattered down the stairs first. Stephanie, her blonde hair in messy pigtails, skidded into the living room doorway and stopped, her eyes wide. D.J. followed, more slowly, her expression solemn. From the playpen in the corner, one-year-old Michelle babbled and shook a rattle.

Danny Tanner

sitting on the edge of the sofa, hands clasped Y/n. You too, honey.