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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 7

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this is the last chap of my steddie week fic!! i have a little blurb i may do for tomorrow's open ended prompt, but for now, here's the last @steddie-week prompt: misunderstandings

Robin stops him as they’re herding the gremlins into their respective vehicles. You’d think that after nearly five hours of spending the four barely adults’ money would be enough time at the arcade. But no. They’re all fighting them on leaving. As if they all won’t be asleep by the time they get home.

“Once you get it done, you may want to get up early.”

“Uh..what?”

“Steve always goes for a run at like ass o’clock in the morning.” she’s speaking low and fast to try and not draw attention to them, but their normal level of volume with one another is normally 100 times louder than this, so she’s really doing the exact opposite. “If you get up early enough, you can leave it for him while he’s gone.”

“Okayokay, I got it! Now stop making this weird.”

She looks around to find Steve already staring at the two of them questioningly.

“Oh shit… OKAY, YEAH, GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR DATE EDDIE.” she practically yells.

“What the hell, Robin? I don’t have a date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great!” she’s walking away already, shrugging like even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said that. “Call me when you’re home!”

Eddie smacks his palm against his forehead and turns to his van, not even daring to look at Steve again.

He finally does dare once he’s in his van and has started moving, giving Steve a ‘nothing wrong or weird here’ wave as he pulls away.

The expression on Steve’s face is indiscernible. Somewhere stuck between totally blank, and the most devastated look he’s ever seen.

Damnit, Robin.

He only ended up with Max in his van on the way back, so when they get back, he helps her inside, and resigns himself to staying up all night to finish the tape.

He pulls in next to Wayne’s truck at the same time his uncle is coming out the front door, a dufflebag in hand.

“You off to work early old man?” and he asks as he gets out of his van, it’s only about 9 PM now and his uncle doesn’t usually go in until near midnight.

“Yep, gettin’ some dinner with the fellas before we head in. Gotta leave shift early to go visit yer aunt.”

Ah. “That time of year is it?”

“Yep, I’ll see ya tomorrow evenin’, son. Don’t be getting into any trouble, y’hear?”

Eddie just shrugs. “You know me.”

“That’s exactly my point.” Wayne says with a crinkly smirk.

He gives his uncle a short hug, and Wayne kisses the top of his head with another ‘be safe’.

Then, because he’s agonizing about it, Eddie spends the next couple hours cleaning the trailer instead of picking the last two songs that will go on his side (listening to said tape while he does).

He’s still got some ideas from before, but only a couple good ones..and not all of them will fit in the time he’s estimated is left on the B side.

It isn’t until he gets to Be My Baby on his second listen through that he knows which one he’s going to add next.

After he’s got that one figured out and recorded, there definitely isn’t enough room left for the rest of the picks, so he adds the one he thinks says the most about how he feels about Steve, the one that says everything he needs to say.

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“Robin did say ‘ass o’clock’,” Eddie says to himself, glancing at the clock in his dashboard.

5:13. Yeah, that sounds right.

Eddie lets out a huge cracking yawn. Okay, he’s definitely gonna crash once he gets back to the trailer. He was so wired after finally finishing the tape, he couldn’t sleep even though he wanted to.

He makes it to Steve's street and parks up the road a bit (not wanting the rattle of his van to alert Steve to his presence if he hadn’t left yet), and walks the last leg. The tape in his pocket feels like it weighs a million pounds.

When he finally rounds the bushes at the front edge of Steve’s yard, Eddie feels every cell in his body seize up at once.

Nancy’s car is in the driveway.

What the–

Suddenly, the front door opens. He dives back behind the bushes, peeking through the leaves. You know, like a sane person?

Why the fuck is Nancy leaving Steve's house so early

Why is Steve only wearing those tiny fuckin’ shorts?

Oh no..

Oh shit.

There’s only one fucking reason

This is all wrong! Nancy knows he has feelings for Steve, was that not what that was at the arcade?

She’s with Robin, she didn’t refute it.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna have to tell Robin.

Eddie debates making himself known, let himself barrel over whatever awkwardness may arise, but he’s still got his heart in his pocket, addressed to Steve.. What’s he supposed to do with that then?

“Oh hey Steve, didn’t see you there! Just came by to drop off your very personal property that your best friend stole for me to defile! Nancy? Oh hey, you’re here! What’s up with tha–”

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the door of Nancy's station wagon shuts, the engine turning over.

She pulls out, thankfully heading away from where he’s hidden.

Eddie watches until she’s out of sight, then jumps again when he hears Steve’s front door close.

Steve does a few hops in place from foot to foot on his front stoop (still shirtless), and starts off on his run the same way Nancy had gone. Had he been able to see shirtless, sweaty Steve whenever he wanted?? He just goes for runs like this every day? Why had no one told him??

‘Oh fuckin’ hell, shut up, shutup!!’ He yells at himself.

Now what?

Eddie sits in the grass in Steve Harrington’s front yard and stares at the back of his mailbox.

Does he still leave the tape? Of course he should, it is Steve’s tape afterall.

But what about the songs? Steve’s not gonna want his bullshit now…

He could go back to his van and re-write the note then come back and leave it. No, he wouldn’t have time now, Steve’s athletic, yeah, but Eddie’s been frozen in his front yard for a while now. He’d be back soon.

Fuck it.

He’ll drop the tape on the front step, go back home and pack up his shit. Yeah. Good a time as any to get the fuck outta here.

Confessing your feelings to one of your closest friends who very obviously just got back together with his ex not even ten hours after you’d seen him and were very obviously flirting with each other?

Yeah. Not ideal.

Does he have the funds to get the fuck outta here? No. But he’s got enough for gas and he’s got a van. He’ll just load his mattress into the back and be gone before the rest of the town fully wakes up.

Good plan, Eddie’s brain. Thank you, rest of Eddie.

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Steve slows to a jog once he can see his house, cooling down from his run on the last little bit of his road, and stopping in his driveway to do some stretches back to the door.

He’s sinking down into his last lunge when he sees the little square of…something…sitting on the front step.

“The hell?”

He stoops down and picks it up, turns it over. There’s a piece of lined paper rubber banded around it.

Peeling off the band, Steve steps inside and unfolds the letter, leaning back on the now closed front door to read

“...oh no…” Steve looks down at the case in his hand. Now he sees why the rubberband was necessary, there’s another folded wad of papers shoved into the cassette’s case, now popped open without the band holding it together.

His heart, previously calmed down from his run, now beat wildly in his chest as he unfurls the short stack of paper.

He reads the first line, ‘8. I Was Made For Lovin’ You...’

“Holy shit.”

Steve books it up the stairs, he’s gotta get showered, he’s gotta get changed, he’s got one more song to add to the tape.

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Eddie’s just finished packing up his clothes when his alarm clock radio goes off, the 7am alarm still set for when he has to get up for school.

“...still don’t believe it, he was just leaving OH there must be some misunderstanding! There must be some kind of mistake…” blasts through the tinny speakers.

Nopenopenope, not dealing with that right now.

He slaps the clock around until it finally shuts off its maniacal teasing, and goes back to packing (and blinking away some wayward tears).

He’s just dropped the second bag of clothes and his sweetheart in her case by the front door and is contemplating if his mattress would actually fit in the back of his van, when there’s a knock on the door.

Eddie’s gut freezes mid-flip.

Oh no. Please n–

“Eddie, are you there? It’s Steve. Can I come in?”

‘Don’t move. Don’t make a single sound. Maybe he’ll think you’re not home and just leave.’

“C’mon man, I know you’re in there. You’re van’s out here.”

“Shit.”

Eddie trudges his way to the front door and opens it.

Even with floppy, just-washed, hair and an inside-out polo, Steve’s still the most beautiful person in existence.

“What do you want, Steve?” Wow. Even he’s surprised at how morose he sounds.

“I uh, I got your tape..my tape? I got your note. I added one more song and I thought, maybe, I could–” Steve looks down. “Are you..” his voice pitches high so he clears it. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Mhm.” Eddie can’t look him in the eye. He stares at the porch.

“Where are you–”

“Just going, ‘kay Steve? No need to worry about me being around anymore.” Eddie practically spits, still not looking up at his friend.

“Eddie, what are you–” he cuts himself off, his voice going soft. “Did you not mean what you said?”

That makes Eddie look up at him. Steve’s gaze is now cast downwards, staring blankly at Eddie’s packed bags.

“...I meant every word. Every song, Steve. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” he’s truly mad now, who does he think he is, trying to act all glum like he wasn’t the one betraying his best friend.

“B-betraying my best–Eddie, what the hell are you talking about?”

Damn! He said that out loud.

“Just go away, Steve. I won’t tell Robin, but you definitely should.” Eddie moves to close the front door and turns back towards his room. He doesn’t hear it close, but he hears the creak of the floor when Steve follows him in.

Of. Course.

“Tell Robin what, Eddie? I already told her how I felt about you, that’s why she stole you the tape in the first plac–”

“Not that! You–” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides and spins back to face Steve. “That you hooked up with her girlfriend last night.” Steve’s face pales and Eddie continues on. “Yeah. I came by to drop off your tape; Robin thought I could leave it there when you left for your run. But lo and behold, what do I see when I come by? Nancy Wheeler’s car in your driveway at ass o’clock in the morning.

“Now, I may be a third time senior, but even I know what the fuck that means. Especially when, not long after I’ve gotten there, the Lady Wheeler herself waltzes out the door with Tiny Shorts McGee following her like a lost puppy.” he gestures at Steve, who’s still frozen in place by the door.

“So yeah, you can just burn those notes for all I care, I don’t even know why I still left it. Whatever. I’m leaving today anyway so you don’t need to worry about me pining hopelessly after you, ‘kay?”

Eddie’s chest is heaving, his eyes are burning with unshed tears, and Steve…starts laughing.

“I fuckin’ knew it!” There are tears spilling freely out of his eyes now. “You’re really good y’know, had everyone fooled. Even me! King Steve is alive and well, everyone!” Eddie spreads his hands wide and yells to no one.” I can’t believe you got me to fall for your good guy schtick. Get the fuck outta my house, Harrington.” Eddie points to the door, stalking forward.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed.” Steve puts his hands out and Eddie stops, crossing his arms and glaring. “Eddie, please, Nancy was only dropping something off for me.”

“Yeah righ–”

“She was! She came by that early because she’s driving to an interview this morning at a paper in Indy. She knew I’d be up for my run anyway, so she stopped to give me the revisions she made to my–you know what, hold on. I’m calling Robin.”

“Steve, I told you to get the fuck out of my house, not go further into it.”

Steve ignores him and goes to the phone, giving Eddie as wide of a berth as he can while he passes. He picks it up and dials.

“I’m not fucking kidding, Harrington, get the fuck out of here–” Eddie’s anger is multiplied tenfold when Steve holds out a finger to shush him.

“Hi Mr. Buckley, this is Steve. I’m sorry to call so early, but can I please speak to Robin? There was a last minute change to our schedule…thank you.’

Eddie watches Steve’s face morph from his customer service expression, to an admittedly frightening pissed off smile when Robin apparently gets on the line.

“Hey Robin! I found my Eddie tape! It’s the funniest thing, I came back from my run and it was sitting on my doorstep.”

Eddie can hear the muffled sound of Robin’s voice coming through the earpiece.

“I know, isn’t that crazy?” Damn, Steve’s passive aggressive voice is…something else. “He must’ve dropped it off while I was gone..why wouldn’t he give it to me in person?”

Steve waves at Eddie to come closer, and when he stubbornly doesn’t, Steve rolls his eyes and comes to him, stretching the cord across the kitchen as he does.

“Hmmm...maybe.. Or maybe something scared him off?” He takes in an over-dramatic sarcastic gasp. “Or maybe, my best friend and soulmate who stole the tape for him, told him to come by at the exact worst time! When she knew a certain ex of mine and current girlfriend of hers was stopping by before leaving to Indy and it scared him off!”

Steve tilts the handset out from his ear so Eddie can hear..there’s complete silence on the other end.

“That would suck, don't you think? Seeing your crush’s ex leaving their house early in the morning when you’re coming over to confess to them?” He continues.

“Oh. My. God. Steve!! I am so so sorry I–”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to Eddie.”

Steve grabs up Eddie’s hand and wraps it around the handset, forcing him to take it, then stomps off into the living room.

Eddie puts the phone to his ear and walks back to the receiver, Robin rambling in his ear the whole way.

“--ddie, I’m so so sorry! I totally forgot Nancy was dropping off Steve’s paper this morning before she went to her interview! Please please don’t be mad at me, actually, scratch that. Be super mad at me, but definitely not at Steve, okay? I should have remembered, I should have told you, I should hav–”

It’s effective, he feels the anger draining out of him. “Robin, Robin! It’s okay, you’re okay.” Eddie glances over at Steve, who’s pacing up and down the short length of the trailer’s living room. “But now I have a very pissed off Harrington in my house right now…you got any survival tips for me?” he mumbles lowly.

“...Oh! I know, just go over there and kiss hi–her–stupid!” Eddie snorts through his nose, her parents must still be nearby.

“Got it, I’ll try that. Thanks Birdie…for everything.”

She sighs in relief. “You’re welcome, Doofus.”

Eddie slowly hangs up the phone, and turns to where Steve is. Now stationary, he’s got one hand on his hip, and the other is rifling through his hair nervously.

‘Yep. Buckley’s right.’

Eddie takes a deep breath and crosses to Steve in three short strides, grabs his face in both his hands, and kisses him deeply.

Steve responds immediately; he wraps one arm around Eddie’s waist, his large palm centered squarely on his lower back, and one around his arm, lacing his fingers into Eddie’s curls and cupping the back of his head.

Steve pulls their bodies flush and cants his hips into Eddie’s, tugs a breathy moan from Eddie’s throat when the hand in his curls tightens.

Eddie’s nose is pressed uncomfortably into the space between Steve’s nose and cheekbone with how close they’ve smushed themselves together, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care.

He’s kissing Steve Harrington.

There’s a strong thigh slotted between his, and Steve Harrington is kissing him back.

Eddie moves one hand down to clutch at Steve’s shirt, and pushes the other back, grabbing onto those short hairs on the back of Steve’s neck.

They finally come up for air after one too many teeth clashes, their foreheads coming together.

“Hi.” they breathe out at the same time, chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

“We’re kinda idiots, huh?” Steve says, looking cross-eyed between Eddie’s eyes. The hazel of his eyes sparkling with the movement.

Eddie chuckles. “Dingus and Doofus, remember?” he points to each of them in turn, only lifting his pointer finger out of the grip on Steve’s shirt to do so.

“Can I play you the last song now?”

and then they low dance in eddie's living room

Yay!! that's it, thanks for following along with this one!!! here's the last tags :o) @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, @manda-panda-monium

Here's some notes since it's the last part:

this is the most I’ve ever written in such a short time, I literally wrote each of these chapters the day before their day to be posted….most of it while at work lmao

Steve used a Sony C60 tape. i.e. there’s 60-ish minutes of space on it. before At Last, the songs on the tape totaled 55 min 55 seconds, a perfect amount left for Etta James (ending up at 58 min 54 seconds in total according to my spoofy playlist).

I know that the Eddie half of songs weren’t really…’Eddie music’, but in my head, Eddie likes music for being music. All music is good (like he said to Max in part 5). Plus, he wanted to put songs on the tape that he knew Steve would like/want to listen to.

steve asked nancy to make revisions on his nursing school application essay (he found he quite liked the process of taking care of eddie and wants to go to school for it!)

anyone else just recently realize that Take Me Home Tonight had an allusion to Be My Baby?? anyway, love that, wanted to make that a thing here :o)

and lastly, a couple of little things i LOVED about this fic that i didn’t see anyone else / only a couple people point out:

Steve singing the rubber duckie song to Eddie in part 5

Eddie literally giving Gareth the shirt off his back in part 2 when Tommy threw his pop on him (in my head, this is the same red buffalo check flannel that Gareth ends up cutting the sleeves off of and wears in S4).

that's all!! thanks for reading, friends :o)

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #st fic #steddie week #steddie week 2023 #steve harrington x eddie munson #mixtape #songfic #(kinda)#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #wayne munson #the party #stranger things #idiots in love #noelle writes

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thiefoflight68 · 4 months

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A Cowboy in Chaps

Sero x Fem!Reader

Writing my new MHA Baku/Deku Western AU and wrote a hot scene with Sero/Ochako side ship. Turned it into a Sero x Reader for a little fun!! Hope you enjoy. I had to do a little editing to have it make sense. When the story is finished, I'll be posting!!

Smut - DNI if under 18.

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“Okay,” Gathering his reins, Shinsou smiles at you. “Thanks for coming out to watch us race the new filly,” he tips his hat, “but we gotta get back to the ranch.” Looking over his shoulder at the others. “You guys comin’?”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m comin’.” Sero can’t take his eyes off of you. Your hair is swept back, exposing your long neck and those short shorts you love to wear in this unseasonable heat. Your legs are milky white and smooth as silk.

“Actually, Sero,” you think for a moment. “My disposal crapped out on me, can you help?”

“Katsuki’s the mechanic,” Shinsou motions to the blonde trying to get back on his horse.

Trying to swing his leg into the stirrup, Katsuki gives up and nods. “I can fix it.”

“It’s alright,” Sero doesn’t look away from you, “I’ll do it.” Riding up next to you, he takes his foot out of the stirrup. “Wanna ride behind me down to your house?” He gives you a wolfish grin.

“Only if Miss Celie will let me,” you giggle, petting the gray mare's nose.

“Since when do you fix disposals?” Shinsou snorts.

“You know,” Sero helps you on the back of his horse. “I did have a life before this ranch, I know my way around tools and machines.”

“Right,” Shinsou rolls his eyes. “Didn’t you lose the wrench in the tractor engine that time?”

Flipping him off, Sero starts down to the lower pasture. “Hold on babe,” he whispers. Your arms wrap around him as you press into his back. Kicking Celie, he urges her into a jog. “That disposal needs urgent attention,” he teases.

“SSeeerrrooo,” you laugh as Celie shakes your body in a teeth chattering jog. Holding on as tightly as possible you try to stop from bouncing.

“That’s it,” Sero wiggles his back so he can feel the softness of your breasts. Pinching his stomach, you bury your face in his back. “OW!” He laughs, “sorry babe.”

“Stopppp!” You wail again laughing at the same time.

“Look, your house is right there,” easing Celie back to a walk, he stops by the front door. “Best taxi in town,” helping you dismount, he slides off behind you. Loosening the girth, he pulls off Celie’s bridle. From the corner of his eye, he can see you brushing off your thighs.

“What was I thinking?” You mutter, gray horse hair stuck to your legs. Suddenly arms are around your middle as Sero sweeps you into the air and over his shoulder. “HEY!” His hand swats your ass. “SERO!”

“Ma’am, you are cleaning the very legs I fully intend on taking care of myself.” Opening the door, he ducks so that you can clear the frame easily. “I will ask you to refrain from further touching of these fine silky legs,” he kisses one very milky thigh. “And…” tossing you onto the bed, he smiles as you burst into giggles, “let me clean them myself.”

“It’s just sweat and horse hair,” you sit up and open your legs lined with a thick line of coarse hair. “I’m taking a shower.”

“No, ma’am,” Sero jumps on the bed and pushes you down, holding your wrists, his hat set back on his head. He dips down to kiss your neck and licks to your ear. You shiver under his touch.

“I have to get back to the ranch soon, so if you don’t mind.” He slides off the bed, lifting one hand and runs to your bathroom. “Hang on, okay.” He slams the door.

Getting up on your elbows, you grin, he is so damn handsome. Hearing rustling and water running, you tap your finger on the comforter. “Um, Sero?” No answer. “You said you have to get going soon?” Tipping your head, you stare up at the ceiling, what the hell was he doing? “You know it takes me a while to cum baby, so better get going on things, since you have to go back.”

“Well then, let’s get started,” Sero steps cockily into your room.

“Finally-” You stare at the man in front of you. In one hand he has a towel but… “Sero?” A giggle bursts out.

“You like it?” He spins around and wiggles his hips. He’s completely naked except for his hat and chaps. His white ass peeking out from behind and as he turns back around, his dick, swollen and hard, standing proudly out of the front. He’d already slid on his condom. “Now stay still ma’am, while I take care of you.”

“Cowboy,” your face flushes a bright red, “you are so twisted.” Laughing, you reach out for him, “ and so ingenious… I like it.”

“No ma’am,” he jerks back from your hands. “Sorry, you are just too dirty to touch such a pristine cowboy such as myself,” he licks his lips. “Spread those pretty legs for me first.” Pushing you legs open, he kneels down and slowly wipes up your thigh, tracing behind the washcloth with his tongue. “You taste like my horse.”

“That…” you close your eyes as he nibbles on your skin, “sounds like a fantasy too big for me to unpack right now.” He chuckles and bites you harder. You suck in a sharp breath as his hand dips into the tight leg of your shorts, searching. “I’ll just take them off,” he swats at you with his other hand.

“I believe I asked you to remain still?” He begins cleaning your other leg as his fingers push deeper into your shorts.

“Okay…” you breathe out, wiggling your hips impatiently, giving him room to slip under your panties.

“These are indecently tight,” Sero kisses you, leaving tiny marks as he nips your tender skin.

“But…” he’s swirling his finger now on your clit, closing your eyes, you buck against his fingertip in the rhythm you like. “It’s so hot,” you breathe out in a long sigh as the waves of pleasure spread outward, the beginning, damn, you love this part.

“Mmmm,” his mouth covers your shorts just below his fingers and he breathes out a long sigh, letting his hot breath heat up the jean fabric. Biting through the thickness, he hears you gasp, your fingers sinking into his hair.

“Off…please.”

Sitting up, he stills his hand. “You want me off?”

“Dammit Sero,” you laugh, lifting your hips off the bed, “my shorts not you!” His black eyes glitter as he sits back on his heels and sets his cowboy hat on your dresser. Your eyes drift down to his hard cock. Your pussy tightens in response, as the sweet tension starts to build with each rock of your hips. “Please…” His finger starts again, clutching your comforter, you groan. “Not enough,” looking up at him, you smile, “cowboy.”

Yanking your button loose, he tugs your shorts off and tosses them onto the floor with your panties. “Damn, you are beautiful,” his eyes sweeping up your creamy legs to your stark white skin and thick lips of your pussy. He blinks. “(Y/N)?”

Blushing a bright red, you pull a pillow over your face. “Do you like it?”

“I.. it’s..” Gulping hard, he laughs. “Hell yes! Look at you!! Your skin is sooo white,” he traces your newly bare skin with his hand, you buck upwards. “Did it hurt?”

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to, but was afraid you wouldn’t like it.”

“Ma’am?” You peek out from the pillow. “Please refer to exhibit A here, which is evidence that I do indeed like it.”

Moving the pillow, you notice that his cock is standing straight up now, twitching, a load of precum dripping down inside his rubber. Lunging up and pulling him down over your body, you wrap legs around his waist, his chaps rubbing roughly on your skin. “Fuck me then, cowboy.”

“With that enticing new patch of milky goodness?” He untangles your legs from his body, “I’m afraid I’m gonna need to inspect you a bit closer first.” His mouth trails down as he licks at the fresh skin.

“Oh!” you gasp, “that feels strange.”

“It tastes delicious,” rubbing his mouth over you, his tongue finds your clit and presses down, he rubs hard.

“T-Too much!” You try to bounce up, but grabbing your butt, he flips your hips up, your head burys into your pillows. He latches onto your clit and sucks, digging his tongue into the sweet center, squeezing your legs around his head, you pant. “There, but.. but not so hard.”

He doesn’t stop, shaking his head to get his face deeper, he knows what you like. Your hips jerk and your legs squeeze, telling him he’s on target. His mouth full of your clit and pussy, he hums as he pushes two fingers inside of your wet warmth. Working them in tandem, he strokes just inside, directly behind your clit. You spasm under him. That’s the spot. Keeping up the unrelenting assault on your pussy and clit, you writhe and groan, until the telltale jerk of your pussy walls tells him your close. Letting up a bit, you squirm looking for his mouth.

“Seroooo…” your groan catches in your throat as he finishes you off with one long sucking motion on you clit.

Your muscles clench and heave as you cry out, wetness gushes around his fingers and down his chin. Licking you clean, he pulls back and lowers your ass down on the bed. “Ma’am?” You just groan and roll on your side. “I thought you said it takes you a long time to cum?”

Laughing, you smack his thigh, your fingers brushing the worn leather of his chaps. “Cowboy, you are unhinged,” you smile up at him shyly. “It just takes forever when you’re not around.”

“That is a crying shame,” lowering on his elbows, he pushes up your shirt, freeing your breasts from your bra. Licking around the nipple, he watches as it puckers stiff and hard. “I think then we need to make time for you to cum again.” Sucking on your hard nub, he rubs his cock between your thighs, soaking himself with your cum. Sliding slowly into your pussy, he pushes into you gently. Your breath is ragged. “(Y/N),” he sighs as he pushes deep inside you body, “you feel so fucking good.” Your muscles clench around him as you spread your legs wider giving him another few inches of depth, which he takes pushing himself to the hilt. “Damn, you are a fine filly.”

“I am,” panting now, you squeeze his cock, sucking it into your body. “Cum for me cowboy,” you drawl playfully.

Sweat beads his forehead as he begins to stroke inside you, making sure to pull all the way out and rub on your sweet spot just inside your pussy. Balancing on one hand, he lays his palm against your newly bare skin and begins to work your clit. “I believe I need you to cum and squeeze my dick real nice and hard to suck me dry.”

“Uh, huh, okay,” you can’t think, you’d agree to riding butt-naked across town at this point. His finger is going too fast but his dick is too slow, you shake your head impatiently. “Sero, together, same rhythm.”

“Oh no,” he smiles knowingly, tapping now at your clit as he pushes his cock deep inside taking his time, letting you feel every inch. “I know you like to be fucked slow as molasses, but this spot is where you feel it.” He shakes his finger on your clit fast causing your hips jerk up under him, slamming his cock deeper inside. Gritting his teeth, he holds still but you're wiggling and bucking under him. “Hold on,” he hisses trying to stay in control.

Hearing him so close to the edge, you clench your muscles and hug his dick, moving in time with his finger which is moving so fast, jolts are ripping through you one after another. “Come… on… cowboy,” you're panting harder as you pull him in deeper. Grinding against you, you laugh it feels so fucking good, then pulls out, so slowly, your shiver as he hits the very entrance of your pussy and then with short quick shallow pumps, his finger and dick snap the tension and everything falls apart at once.

Your pussy is vibrating your coming so hard, pushing deep he reveles in the way your body flexes and squeezes him until his own orgasm hits. A pulling deep in his balls as the intense pleasure pushes through him, moaning as he cums. “(Y/N), babe.” He pumps into you a few more times as his balls finally settle. Laying on his side, he grabs you and snuggles with you. He can feel his cum trickling from the condom as his body twitches with the last of his orgasm. “That was…”

“Unexpected,” you kiss his bare chest and sigh heavily, enjoying the feeling drifting through your body.

“What?” That answer was not what he was expecting.

“Well,” you look up at him and smile lazily. “How often do you come over during the day?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, “that kind of unexpected, you’re right.” You let out a long breath and kiss his chest. Closing his eyes, he curls around you.

“When do you have to go?”

Leaning back, he slips off his condom and tosses it into the trash, then grabbing his phone, he opens the timer and sets it for two hours.

“Sero? But… don’t you have to get back?”

“I believe I had to go into town and get you a new disposal.” He hugs you tight and relaxes letting your bodies mold together. “Let’s just enjoy each other for a bit.”

“I like that,” you close your eyes, letting his warmth wash over you. His breathing is quiet and even, his heart thumping under your ear.

“But, ma’am,” he interrupts the quiet. “I do believe there might be further inspection needed of your glorious pussy after we take a rest.” He feels your body shaking as a giggle escapes.

“Okay cowboy,” you snuggle deeper and sigh contentedly.

#sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta smut #mha smut #mha fanfiction #cowboy au #western au #modern au

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Part 2 here

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: (Eddie x Reader) Eddie has been working on something, but wouldn’t tell you what. However, when you get home from work you soon find out exactly what he was planning.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Smut (MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY), Y/N, PiV sex, handcuffs, riding, sex in the back of a van, dirty talk (I guess?), a little bit of fluff at the end. Like a tiny bit.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is the first smut I’ve written since 2020 so I’m aware it’s not gonna be mind blowing smut but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? I wrote this as a sort of AU where there’s no strange things going on and no upside down. I’d place this maybe in the summer break of ‘86 after Eddie graduates from Hawkins High.

One of the best things about summer break was that you and your boyfriend had more free time to spend together. Fridays were, of course, reserved for Hellfire sessions at the house of whoever was hosting the session that week but other than that you were able to spend pretty much every day – and some nights – together if you so wished.

Dio’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Children emanated from Eddie’s room as you cooked some scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, smiling at his soft humming and the quiet scratching of a blunt pencil on paper. You didn’t need to look behind you to know his tongue stuck out slightly as he worked, his chestnut curls unruly and his torso bare save for his denim vest due to you having stolen – ahem, acquired – the Hellfire shirt he’d been wearing the night before.

“Want some toast?” you asked, barely turning your head so that you could keep an eye on the stove top.

“Mm,” was the only response you got, making you roll your eyes. You weren’t entirely sure of what Eddie was working on from his seat on the sofa. He’d started working on it as you started to doze last night, just telling you it was DnD stuff when you asked him about it. You guessed it was probably something important for the next campaign he was planning as he was more focussed on it than on you and the offer of food. Honestly, you found how passionate he was about his interests very attractive. He was always so excited and enthusiastic whenever you discussed things like DnD and music, his hands frantic and expressive as he told you fun facts and gushed about his ideas for songs and campaigns. You figured whatever he was doing was something he’d tell you about at another time in detail, so didn’t think too much of it.

Sliding the eggs and bacon onto each of your plates as you popped two pieces of bread into the toaster, you glanced over at him and laughed. Just as you’d expected, his hair was an absolute mess and his tongue poked out of the left corner of his mouth.

He continued writing as he spoke. “There something on my face?”

“My lips, if you’re lucky,” you responded as you brought his food over to him. He immediately closed his notebook and licked his lips as you placed his plate in his lap.

“Now that would make me a lucky man.” He grinned up at you and you couldn’t help but gently kiss his chapped lips. “Make sure you eat too, ‘kay? Don’t want you going to work hungry.”

Your fingers ghosted over his hair before you returned to the toaster, reaching it just as the lightly toasted bread popped up. You lightly buttered your boyfriend’s and placed it on a separate plate for him then finally tucked into your own breakfast. The bacon was a little too salty for your liking and the eggs slightly overdone, but Eddie didn’t seem to have any complaints as he shovelled as much into his mouth as he could.

When you finished eating, you quickly got changed into your work clothes for Family Video and slipped into your trainers from the night before. You gave yourself a once over in the bathroom mirror and jogged back into the living area where Eddie sat, his empty plate sat on the floor and his notebook open once again. His head tilted back as you pressed your lips against his, the kiss lingering more than the previous one, and then you were out the door and rushing over to the pickup truck your mum and dad had given you for your sixteenth birthday so that you could get to work on time.

***

It turned out that work at Family Video that day was slow going. Everyone was likely out enjoying the sun or spending time with friends down at Starcourt, leaving plenty of time for you to check stock and make sure the videos were all in the correct order on their shelves on the shop floor. Even the phone had been relatively quiet, which was why you were a little surprised when you heard it ring and Robin pick it up. You tuned out whatever she was saying into the receiver as you stood on your tip toes on the stepladder to reach the top of one of the shelves. You readjusted the box of video tapes under your arm as you stretched to put one of them in its correct place beside Desperately Seeking Susan.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s for you!” Robin’s voice from right next to the ladder would’ve met you jump if you weren’t used to her suddenly appearing next to you without warning. You passed her the box as you stepped back down off the ladder and made your way to the phone.

You leaned against the counter as you held the receiver up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Only me, sweetheart. Just wanted to call and make sure you had no plans for tonight.”

The sound of Eddie’s warm voice made you smile. “Planning on romancing me and sweeping me off my feet, are we?”

His chuckle had you biting your lip. “Something like that. I’ve got a surprise for you, so make sure you come over straight after work. And don’t forget to drink plenty of water, I don’t want you to get dehydrated and end up sick.”

“No need to tell me twice, it’s hot as balls in here. Steve’s just gone out on a snack run so he’ll probably bring back some drinks with him.”

There was a momentary pause from the other end of the line before Eddie spoke again. “Are you sure he’s not just trying to get out of doing work?”

“Come on now that’s not nice, is it?” you giggled as your eyes flickered over to the door.

His laugh from the other end sent a warmth through your chest. You never tired of hearing his laugh, especially when you were the reason for it.

“I’d better let you go before Robin gets annoyed at me for distracting you at work. Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.”

“Me too. I love you,” you replied just as Steve walked through the door with a paper bag full of snacks and drinks.

“I love you too,” was the last thing you heard Eddie say before he hung up.

***

Car keys jangling, you knocked on the door to Eddie’s trailer. You frowned when you got no answer and heard no response from inside, so you opened the door and stepped inside. You found a now fully dressed Eddie in his room, plumping his pillows with his headphones on and his Walkman in his back right pocket. He hummed to himself as he tidied up his bed and bobbed his head along with the music. From what he was humming, it sounded like he was listening to Dio again.

You crept up behind him and suddenly wrapped your arms around him from behind, making him jump as he ripped his headphones off. His panic evaporated when he turned to find it was you that had surprised him.

“I wasn’t expecting you for another half an hour. How was work?” he asked as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.

You shrugged. “It was pretty quiet today. Robin and Steve let me go early seeing as we didn’t need three people to close up shop. You had a good day today?”

Eddie’s lips gently brushed against yours and you draped your arms over his shoulders. “Mm, it’s better now you’re home. I have a surprise for you.”

“You did indeed tell me you had a surprise for me on the phone earlier,” you said as you brushed a long stray hair out of his face. “Is it a clean room? Because if so, I’m very impressed.”

He tapped your nose. “Very funny, sweetheart. Wait here.”

Just like that, the brunette moved out of your grasp and into the living area. He returned almost immediately with his notebook, a twenty-sided dice, and a deviant look on his face. You plucked the dice from his grasp and raised a brow slightly.

“Thanks, Eds. I’ve always wanted one of these. Whatever will I do with myself now that I’ve finally got one?”

“Well, aren’t you just full of jokes and sass tonight? It goes with this.” He held the notebook out for you to take, open to the page he wanted you to read.

Your thighs squeezed together when you read what he’d been working on since the previous night. He’d written up what was essentially a game for you and him to play in bed using the dice you’d taken from him. It became clear a lot of thought had gone into it: he’d written different results for each roll and what the number corresponded to for each category, from how much clothing one of you would wear to the position and whether you’d be restrained or not. You bit your lip, thinking about the different combinations and picturing him taking you in various positions all over the trailer. You were suddenly grateful he hadn’t told you what he was up to before now, otherwise you would’ve made an excuse to not go into work just to spend the day testing out his little sex game.

“We, uh, don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. You’re probably exhausted from work and-”

Your lips sliding over his as your hands pulled him towards the bed stopped him from finishing what he was saying, a soft moan rumbling from his chest as he gripped your hips. He straddled you as you sat down on the freshly made bed, his fingers dipping under the hem of your top. He glanced down at your wetted lips when you pulled away from the kiss and combed your fingers through his dark hair.

You smirked and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “So, who rolls first?”

In an instant, Eddie was scrambling for the notebook and dice that had been abandoned on the covers of his bed, moving to sit next to you with one of his legs over both of yours.

“Okay, so first we roll for what we’re going to be doing. You wanna roll?” He handed you the dice and you shook it in your hand a couple of times before you rolled it on the duvet.

A six.

The two of you looked at the first category of dice rolls and found the result for a roll of six. You felt your face heat up as you read what it was.

“Mm, full on sex. Guess we’re diving right in there, huh?” Eddie’s hand at the bottom of your back as he spoke had you becoming moist already. Forget the sex, just him talking about it was getting you wet.

Eddie’s roll landed on a seventeen and he quickly browsed the position category, shifting a little as he did so, and you noticed him starting tent in his jeans. You glanced at where his finger was resting on the paper and squirmed when you read the words ‘cowgirl (regular)’.

Your next roll gave you both the location of the back of your boyfriend’s van with the one after that determining that your hands would be handcuffed behind you for the whole time. With each roll you grew more impatient and aroused as you pictured in detail what you would be doing.

Your final roll was to decide what Eddie would be wearing, with Eddie’s deciding the same for you. With yours landing on a one – the brunette remaining as fully clothed as possible – he rolled for the final time.

“Yes! Nat twenty!”

You laughed as you looked for the result, the laugh turning into a slight moan when you found that you were going to be wearing nothing except for his denim vest. You’d never had sex with him before while wearing just his vest, but you knew for a fact that he was definitely going to enjoy seeing you completely bare apart from that single piece of clothing of his adorning your body.

A hand gently squeezed your thigh. “Are you happy with all the rolls? If there’s anything you want to reroll, we can-”

“No no! I’m perfectly happy with all of these rolls, thank you. I just can’t wait to see your face while I ride you in the back of that van.”

You and Eddie headed out to his van, making sure nobody was around, and climbed into the back. Your boyfriend smacked your ass as he closed the doors behind him, shrugging his denim vest off. His lips met yours in a messy, heated kiss as he began to undress you, stopping briefly to pull your shirt off over your head before he resumed his assault. His teeth grazed against your bottom lip while his deft hands skimmed over your sides and up to your bra clad breasts. Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair, your lips parting to allow his tongue entry into your mouth. You felt his hands pull the cups of your bra down and moaned into the kiss when one of his thumbs rubbed against a sensitive, hardened nipple. His fingers had you moaning as he pinched and pulled at it, his mouth moving to kiss and suck your neck where it met your collarbone. You pictured the pretty purple that spot would be there tomorrow as he bit into your skin and quickly lapped and sucked at the mark to soothe it.

“Eds,” you huffed out through an uneven breath as his kisses made their way down to the nipple he’d bullied. His lips surrounded it and he gently tongued and sucked at it while he played with your other nipple. One of your hands gently tugged his hair while the other dipped under the back of his shirt for you to claw at the skin. With your groin flush against his, even through your clothes you could feel his hardened cock rubbing against you. You ground against him, your hips rolling at a slow rhythm and creating delicious friction. He bucked his hips up against yours as he switched to suck your other nipple briefly before he removed your bra completely.

“Fuck, you’re gonna look so hot in my vest,” he groaned out as he fumbled with the button and zipper on your jeans. “Your tits are gonna look fan-fucking-tastic.”

You briefly moved off Eddie’s lap for a moment, not missing the needy whine that left him as you did, and kicked off your shoes with your socks, jeans, and underwear. You felt his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of you as you made a show of putting on his denim vest. The way he gently palmed yourself as you cupped your breasts over the denim had you growing increasingly wetter down below.

You nudged Eddie’s hands away from his crotch to pull his hardened, throbbing cock out of his boxers and jeans and smirked when you heard him hiss at the sudden hit of air against his bare skin.

“You ready to cuff me, baby?” you asked as you straddled his hips once more, casually running a finger up and down his length as you did so.

You obediently put your hands behind your back when he held up the handcuffs from his room. Eddie sat up and clicked the handcuffs into place, not even needing to look to see what he was doing. He gave them a gentle tug.

“Are they too tight at all? Too loose?”

You shook your head. “My wrists are very comfortable, thank you.”

He smiled and placed a tender kiss on your jaw. “Are you sure you definitely want to continue? You don’t want to stop and go back to the trailer?”

“I’m sure, Eds. I promise I’ll let you know if I want to stop.”

“Vice versa.”

Eddie took out a condom and rolled it over his shaft before guiding your slick pussy over the head. He gave you one last look – a chance for you to change your mind – and allowed you to take in the tip of his cock when you nodded at him enthusiastically.

The feeling of him stretching you out as you gradually took more of him into your pussy had you gasping and tipping your head back. Once he was fully sheathed, the two of you moaned and Eddie stroked your thighs. A lazy smile pulled at his lips as you rolled your hips forward.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Why don’t you start bouncing like a good girl for me?”

You did as you were told without question, beginning to move yourself up and down his dick slowly. The feeling of him moving in and out of you without your clit being touched elicited a needy whine out of you, praying he’d touch you and rub circles into the bundle of nerves soon. Your wrists met the resistance of Eddie’s handcuffs as you tried to move them into a more comfortable position, leaning back slightly and making his cock hit your insides at a different angle.

Calloused and firm fingers cupped your chin and tilted your head down so that you were looking into the brunette’s eyes, bringing your face closer to his so that he could caress your lips with his own teasingly.

“Eddie, please,” you whined, speeding up the action of your hips a little in the hopes it would convince him to touch you where you really needed him to.

“Please what, sweetheart?” His tongue darted out of his mouth and swiftly swiped across your bottom lip. “Use your big girl words and tell me what you want.”

A whimper escaped you. “Please touch my clit while I ride you. I’ll be such a good girl, I promise.”

“Only if you keep bouncing for me, princess.”

You started to bounce on his cock harder, taking him in to the hilt and rocking against him each time he was fully submerged inside you. The moan he unleashed reverberated through his chest and went straight to your core.

“You like that?” you asked smugly as you slammed back down onto him and rolled your hips.

“Fuck yeah, keep doing that,” he replied breathlessly. The fingers grasping your chin pulled you in for a sloppy, messy kiss while the thumb of his free hand began to rub your clit just the way you liked it. You whimpered into his mouth as your tongues met, the combination of his thumb stroking your bundle of nerves while his cock reached deep within you began the build up of heat and pleasure in your belly.

“Eds, fuck, please keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” you pleaded.

He released your chin and used that hand to prop himself as he started to thrust and buck his hips upward to meet yours, somehow pushing himself deeper into you as you both moved faster, trying to chase down your climaxes. Your wrists pulled against the now warm metal encasing them as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. You felt Eddie rub at your clit harder and quicker as his breathing became heavier.

“God, fuck Y/N I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m gonna…” his words were cut off by the high pitched moan that left his mouth as his hips stuttered and he came inside the condom. The movements of his thumb became sloppier as he emptied himself, but it was still enough for you to cum too, your bouncing ceasing as you ground against his hand and his cock.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, Eddie retrieved the key for the handcuffs from his jeans pocket and unlocked the cuffs, removing them and tossing them aside. You gently lifted yourself off him and rubbed your wrists. He took one into his hand and pressed delicate kisses to the reddened skin before removing his condom and tying a not in it ready to throw it away later. You lay down beside him and cuddled up to his side and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You did so good, sweetheart. How are your wrists? Do they hurt?” He gently traced his fingers over the red marks before you intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand to your lips.

“They ache a little, but they’re not too sore or anything. Did you enjoy it?”

The brunette gave you a gentle squeeze. “Absolutely. I was right when I said you’d look really fucking hot in my vest. I think that image is seared onto my brain for life now.”

You giggled and moved so that you were resting on his chest and looking into his eyes. “Good. I’d hate for you to forget how great I look in your clothes.”

Fingers traced patterns on your skin as he took in the fucked out expression on your face. “How did I get so lucky, hm? Beautiful personality, beautiful body, beautiful tits. You’re the whole package.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, big guy,” you responded as you wiggled your brows at him, enjoying the way he laughed and looked into your eyes. “I love you.”

He beamed, the happiness lighting up his face. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Tagging @druigswitch just like you said I could I hope that’s okay iuhsgkshgd (I may have just outed myself as one of your anons on your other blog but that’s fine lmao)

#spicy content #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #my fanfic #mine #eddie munson smut

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ellecdc · 3 months

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every single remus version you have written so far is about to catch these hands cause wtf.

I MEAN COME ON JUST FUCKING BE HAPPY ITS NOT THAT HARD??

anyways loved the new chap and i love rem being a stupid fucken doofus AND SIRIUS PUTTING HIM IN HIS PLACE YES BABY

also i feel as though amelia is gonna be a big fucking problem for my whim baby. i swear if she hurts her im going to riot. pitch forks and torches.

i want more sirius putting people in their places (shit is hot 🤭🤭) hoping it’s amelia next🫣

(i do feel a little bad though, it’s either she’s going to be a problem or she’s going to be extremely hurt AND I DONT LIKE SEEING GIRLS HURT NO NO)

anyways i think the reason why your stories work so well is because you mesh ALL the characters into the story, it’s never just r and said character ITS A WHOLE PRODUCTION AND A HALF👏👏

ohhh i can’t wait for the angst between james, sirius, and rem and then heart wrenching angst between rem and my whimsical baby😮‍💨😮‍💨

(also a little note i saw u post abt the drink snob: if you are willing to finish the story (which is fully up to you, no one can force you to do anything) i think you can start it off with r finally starting work in the restaurant! i think the interview process with rem’s parents would be so cute, while she learns stuff abt him cuz his mom is adorable and won’t stop talking abt her kids (all of them) maybe she gets a little peak -fully accidental- abt what it is rem and the little gang is actually doing. just a few ideas for you lovely, it’s all up to you and what you feel comfortable in doing! 🫶💗)

YES YES YES THERE YOU ARE - everytime I post a new chapter/piece I literally sit at the computer like:

….waiting to see what frostooo has to say 💃🏻

I know rem is such a dumb dumb it was getting hard to write cuz he was pissing me off so much (even tho it’s my own damn fault??)

I was like, okay, someone’s gotta humble this man, and who better than my fellow November Scorpio??????

I think someone needs to look at Amelia and be like “………babes…..why u letting this mans treat you like this????………….be better” like which friends of hers are letting her hopelessly pine over this dumpster fire of a man rn???? Bad friends, she needs new friends.

Also, I’m the kind of person who like, the thing I’m most proud of/what I brag about to people is my relationships. Like my relationship with my friends I’ve known since I was 4, being an aunt & godmama like these things are the coolest thing about me so I wouldn’t be who I am without my friends AND THATS HOW OUR BABIES ARE?!?!? Sirius is who he is cuz of his friends, and James, and Remus etc etc - they are integral to the story because they’re integral to the characters!!!

I’m going to mood board about drink snob - usually I have an idea of how I want a story to end before I write it (I knew the ending of CBBH and of AMWAP before I knew what happened in the middle), so it feels weird to write without a plan. (Omg, a plan, I sound like Remus)

Okay bye love you drink lots of water today 🫶

#ask elle #elle chats #remus is a man with a plan #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction

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chrisgetsmewet · 2 months

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Lost hearts

Pairing: chris× fem!reader

Summary: emmaline is obsessed with chris ever sense the 9th grade up until 12th grade. He doesnt feel the same though...

Warning: none

it's a series!!

"And. Done!" I had just finished off my outfit with some jeans and a fitted long-sleeved top with a white bow in my hair.

"Dont you think the bows a bit much" my friend said through the phone. We were on facetime for the first day back at school. the 12th grade to be exact.

"No, i think it'll draw his attention" i turn to the side checking myself out in the full body mirror in my room. I could just hear the attitude from the way she groaned.

"Are you really still on him, i mean girl theirs a whole bunch of people out there and you're still stuck on chris?"

"Thats a problem how?" I was confused, i know my crush on him has gone on for quite a while but i didn't wanna give this up until he knew I liked him, because i was the one who told him.

"I'll see you at school" i hang the phone up, grabing my backpack off the ground and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

That's where my mom was making breakfast

"Morning sweet girl" she chirped, my mom was such a morning person you'd think she's gotten more then 8 hours of sleep.

"Mornin"

"You gonna eat breakfast"

I observe what she's making waffles, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and she was cutting some fruit up.

"everything looks good but i really gotta go"

"Atleast try some" she reached out grabbing my hand before i left.

"Uh- ok" i took a waffle and a hasbrown off the plate

"Bye mom- oh bye dad" i saw my dad before heading out, walking out of his shared room with my mom buttoning up his shirt over the tank top he was wearing.

"Bye kiddo have a good first day" he waved before i closed the front door.

I finished the waffle in 4 bites and the hasbrown in 2 it was a lot to chew but i wasn't trying to walk around with food. It was so good. I wish i had time to eat. I was a few blocks from my house bringing me closer to school.

I take my backpack off my shoulders and dig in the small part of it for a piece of gum. I wanted. no needed to stay fresh.

"There, they are" i blurted out referring to nick, matt, and chris. I head over to them when they saw me. nick looked suprised, matt smiled, but i can't help but notice chris rolled his eyes.

"Hey guys!"

"Wassup em"

"Heyy"

They did notice my outfit. It's fine cause there's always tomorrow.

I start walking with them but walking next to chris, matt was in the middle and nick was on the end of matt.

"so chris you gonna tryout for lacrosse or hockey this year" i questioned smiling

"Whicheveri do better in" he says blankly before speeding his pace up and i speed my walking up as well.

"Did you know we have the first class together. Isn't that great" i was filled with excitement but he didn't reciprocate it, i mean who would it's a monday and super early also somewhere we don't wanna be. School.

"Maybe for you" he mumbles i guess he didn't want me to hear him but i did. and he isn't far off i mean i get to be with him for a total of 40 minutes thats amazing.

He went into the classrom and was walking to the back of the classrom so i guess thats where he was gonna sit. I say next to him.

"Are you just gonna follow me where i go" he sounded aggregated.

"Would you like to me?" I blinked at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, before running his hands on his face then getting in his phone.

I take that as a no.

The class started and he was explaining stuff but I toned him out. Admiring chris, his features in particular, his side profile, the way his hair layed, how soft i looked i just wanted to run my fingers through them, his nose was so perfect and his pink lips that were never chapped i wonder how it would feel when we-

"What are you looking at" chris turned his head looking at me waiting for my answer. "I want an answer"

My cheeks were turning red i was embarrassed, what was happening was embarrising i was caught staring at him and i was chocked up.

"I-uh.. i was- just" i swallowed it was dry, i shouldn't even be this embarrassed cause it's not that serious

"Emmaline and Christopher am i interrupting something?" The teacher said standing infront of the calssroom with a few rules written on the board he must ahve been going over them but i was to focused on something else (chris) to notice. This made everyone look our way.

"No sir" i sunk in my seat tapping my pencil on the desk trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"Nope" chris replied paying attention to the teacher again.

It was the end of the day, some people were staying late for afterschool activities, i wasn't one of them i didn't really like doing anything i didn't have to. I saw chris and his brothers were staying afterschool so they must have been trying out for something.

I planned on going his way but he was talking to a group of guys and that alone is intimidating. I went along the rest of my day. My social battery was definitely dead and didn't need anymore conversations i am definitely in need of an after-school nap.

As soon as i got home i changed into more comfier clothes, cut my fairy light on, closed the blinds, and crashed on my bed. I stretched out moving around a bit then falling asleep.

I dont know how long i was out but the next thing you know my mom was waking me up for dinner.

"So how was you're day at school" my dad asked making his fork with a piece of asparagus hanging off of it point in my direction.

"It was okay." I rubbed my eyes a bit before getting to my senses and fully answering the question.

"Darling im sure he wanted to know more, actual details" she added smilingly softly at me "plus i wanna know too".

I cleared my throat, preparing for what i was gonna say.

"The breakfast or what i had of it was good-

i took a bite of my food and continued talking while covering my mouth.

"Umm.. i had 3 classes with chris and 1 with nick, the lunch was pretty mid."

I finished chewing and swallowed uncovering my mouth before finishing my sentence.

"Oh. i also had lunch with the triplets but i couldn't find leah so we didn't eat together. Overall my day was normal"

"Oh thats nice to hear" my mom rubbed my hand that was laying freely on the table.

"Was there any sports to try out for"

"Yeah but none of them were for me"

"You should really try and get more out there it's your last year of school, id make the most of it" he suggested.

I swallowed my food taking a sip of water, once again i found myself sinking down a bit, not filling good about my day anymore not that he was attacking me or anything-

"And i wouldn't wanna spend it obsessing over some boy" he added to what he was saying but more stern and straight forward.

"Dad.."

He shrugged and continued eating my mom dismissed herelf and started washing dishes, she knew how much i liked chris because all i did was talk about him.

I picked around with my food mixing my mashed potatoes with my carrots and peas, taking little bites of the food, but mostly playing around with it before excusing myself.

A/n: the end wasnt a gilmore girl reference. To me it seemed like one but i wasn't even thinking about gilmore girls at the time.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris × reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

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Exploring

Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: Can be read as continuation from previous fic - A beardful! Also this gif🥹

Genre: PG-13

Notes: Baby Robin explores the Flag Residence on workout day.

At 3 years old, the youngest in the Flag family was naturally curious, wandering off the moment eyes were looking elsewhere.

Today was workout day, which meant that every member of the family - including his favorite uncle and aunts were training at the underground facility that Papa build.

Little Robin toddles towards the shed, pressing the big red button that his Mama always pressed when she bought drinks for everyone.

Entering the big silver box, Robin sees many circles on the wall. Which one should he press? He goes straight for the button lowest and the easiest to reach.

The silver box whirs to life and starts to bring Robin downwards. The box opens and Robin sees a light down the hallway. That’s where must Papa must be!

As fast as his legs could take him, Robin enters the room.

“Hello Robin!” He sees Aunt Cleo at the table, observing Sebastian running on the mini treadmill that was specially designed for the rat. “How did you come here?”

And so Robin finds himself being the “trainer” for Sebastian as assigned by Cleo to make sure that Sebastian doesn’t slack. “He’s been eating too much cheese.” Cleo tells him.

Cleo gives him a bag of dried apples after a job well done. “Bring this to Mama ok?” As Robin sets off to find his Papa.

He continues to walk, turning right to the next hallway. Another door! Papa must be there. Robin tip-toes to grip the handle but without much success. Then, the door opens.

“Heya little rugrat!” A familiar pale face stares down at him. “Come to see me on the ropes?”

Robin feels himself lifted up and placed into a chair to watch Aunt Harley do a mind boggling routine on the ropes that were attached to the celling.

Achieving a perfect landing, Robin laughs, clapping his hands wildly.

“Aw!!! You’re the sweetest cherry little birdie!” Harley chirps. Then it hits her. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be with Mama?”

Robin blinks at his Aunt Harley.

“Oh!!! You’re here to look for Flag! Well then! He’s just down there! Gotta go now!” And with that, Aunt Harley’s ponytails swish behind the doors.

Robin toddles down further, entering the next room he sees.

Uncle Robert’s at a weird looking contraption with handles for him to pull blocks attached to the string. Robin always knew that Uncle Robert is strong.

“Now how did you get down here little chap? And what’s this?” Robert finishes his set of weights, pointing to the bag of dried apples that Cleo gave earlier.

“Papa.”

As always, Robert is able to understand what Robin wants with few words.

“Your old man’s coming down shortly. I’ll stay here with you until he comes least you’re up to no good.” Robert lifts Robin up, taking him to the seat that was within his sight.

“Guess you’ll just have to be with me for now.”

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“Damn it!” You cursed internally, briskly walking towards the shed. You should have known better the moment your baby boy could stand on his two feet.

Dusting the flour from your pants, you pressed the lift button repeatedly. Reaching underground in record time, you entered the first room to see Cleo cleaning up Sebastian’s treadmill.

“Hey Cleo, have you seen Robin?”

“No, I have not.” Cleo scrunches her face in confusion. “I thought he went back to find you.” She sees the worried expression on your face and quickly changes her tone.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he hasn’t gone far. I can get Sebastian to find where he is.” Cleo switches on her light, summoning Sebastian and a few other rats to go on the hunt.

The two of you hurried down the hall, calling for Robin.

As you make the turn, you bump into Harley who was blasting pop rock on her earpiece that you could almost hear it from a mile away.

“Heya Mama! Whatcha doing here too?” She says a little too loudly. But you caught what she had said.

“Robin came down here too?”

“Yeah, must have been looking for Flag. Hey, where is he though?”

So in a condensed version, you repeated the same thing to Harley and off the three of you went, looking for a misplaced toddler.

You almost tore parts of your hair out upon looking at another dark room when-

“You sneaky munchkin! He’s alright Mama! Just here hanging out with the man crew.” Harley hollers down the hallway to attract yours and Cleo’s attention.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you sped down the rooms to meet Harley standing outside.

“Robin, where have you been? Mama’s was worried-” You came to a stop, the rest of the words forgotten. In front of you was possibly the most cutest and ridiculous sight you ever seen.

“Eighteen… Nineteen… and, twenty!” Rick completes his pull-ups in quick succession with Robin safety fastened to the baby carrier that your husband wore.

“Up! Upppp!!!” Robin pleads with his Papa, chubby legs wiggling in the carrier. Rick wipes his sweat before removing Robin carefully from the carrier. “Let’s take a break first bub.”

You decide to make yourself known.

“So that’s where you are!” You smiled brightly, opening your arms as Robin clumsily runs into your arms. “How was workout with Papa?”

“Workout, was amazing. Right buddy?” Rick gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Ya lady here almost lost her marbles when she couldn’t find Robin!” Harley saunters up beside you.

“Nothin to worry about,” Rick flashes one of his signature grins that you fell in love with in the first place. “Just two of us spending some man time together right?”

Robin giggles, detaching himself from you to latch onto his father’s leg once more. You swore you could see Rick melt a little.

Picking Robin up, he bobs his nose playfully. “Alright mister, for making Mama worried, your gonna have to take a bath!”

Robin squeals at the mention of a bath.

“You’re not going anywhere Mister!” Rick has a firm grip on Robin who tries to worm his way out. He comes to your side, careful to keep your baby out of earshot.

“After him, it’ll be your turn with me.”

#rick flag x reader fluff #rick flag fluff #rick flag x reader #rick flag #colonel flag x reader #colonel flag x reader fluff #colonel flag #dad rick flag x reader fluff #dad rick flag x reader #dad rick flag #the suicide squad #joel kinnaman

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the-wild-wolves-around-you · 2 years

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hear those bells ring: chapter 10 (a bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: Aftermath of Bakugo and Reader's kiss with a touch of angst. (And a little more Bakusquad shenanigans bc I love them).

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo/Reader; Katsuki Bakugo/You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language. Violence?

A/N: hey y'all, sorry about the delay. i got sick, then my keyboard died, then my country declared war on my uterus, so you know. it's been a month lmao. also, fun fact, this story garnered me my first hate message. apparently, as a millennial, i'm too old to be writing fanfic. :( so, sorry guys, i gotta pack it in and never consume or enjoy media again

anyway lol hope you enjoy this chap, and I already have the next one finished, just gotta edit. so that will be up sometime later this week. :)

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

Ao3 Link: Here

Ch 1 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 9 Tumblr Link: Here

“You’re making a mistake, Stitches.”

Bakugo was close enough that his voice rumbled through you like a thunderstorm, and the space between the two of you was so charged with electricity you felt like you’d been struck by lightning, every hair on your body standing on end.

Then, before you could really process his words-- his warning-- he leaned down, slanted his mouth across you own, and stole all the breath from your lungs.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment, and all you could think of was how warm yet soft the blond’s lips felt against yours. Then your now sober mind started distantly screaming that this was not a good idea, but your thoughts all turned to static when Bakugo’s hot tongue traced the seam of your mouth. You gasped, and he seized the opportunity, that lithe muscle darting past your teeth and bringing with it the taste of sake and whisky and something else, something that you just knew was distinctly Bakugo.

The space between your ears was little better than cotton now, and your eyes fluttered shut as one strong hand threaded through your hair while the other latched onto your waist. Bakugo kissed with the same intensity he did everything else, and your body bent to his every command. The skin around his mouth was a little rough with stubble, and a whimper rattled in the back of your throat because it burned so good.

Your involuntarily noise seemed to spur the blond on because he tilted your head back for better access, his tongue doing its best to memorize every tooth and corner of your mouth. The hand on your waist tightened even further, enough to possibly leave bruises, and the thought made the apex of your thighs throb.

The lack of oxygen was beginning to make your head spin, but you couldn’t even find it in yourself to care as you fisted your hands in the material of his shirt, twining your tongue along his. You could feel his heart pounding beneath his ribcage, a frantic pattern to match your own, and you were just beginning to think you might faint when Bakugo ripped his mouth away.

“Fuck,” he panted, and you opened your eyes to find his red ones staring down at you from inches away. The red irises burned with desire in the low light of the patio, and his fingers flexed around your waist again, like he was having to restrain himself from pulling you back in.

You licked your lips, finding them wet and swollen, and Bakugo’s gaze tracked the movement like a predator stalking its prey. The intensity of his stare made your core throb again, and you opened your mouth— to say what, you didn’t know— but then the sound of a door opening went off like a gunshot, and Bakugo was propelling himself away from you like you were on fire.

You stumbled since you’d been leaning all your weight into the blond, and you were just about to ask what the hell when another voice cut across the patio.

“There you are, Stitch— oh, hey, Kats, you’re still here?” Mina asked as she came to a stop a few feet from the door and cocked her pink head.

Your mouth dropped open as blood rushed into your cheeks, and for a moment, you just gaped silently, your eyes flicking from Mina, to Bakugo, and back again. A million thoughts tumbled through your head like rocks in a dryer, clunky and loud, but before you could string even a few of them together, Bakugo scoffed beside you. The sound was sharp, abrasive, and it made you shrink into yourself.

“I told you to stop calling me that, Raccoon Eyes,” he snapped. “And I was just fuckin’ leaving.”

Then, before you could say a word, the blond stomped away from you and shouldered past his friend. He didn’t look back.

“Wait, wha—” Mina started to ask as she turned, but Bakugo slammed the door behind him and cut her off.

You stared after the explosive hero with wide eyes, and one by one, the neurons started firing in your head again.

Oh, fuck. What did you just do? And how much had Mina seen?

“Well, goodbye to you, too,” the pink-skinned hero muttered, and she rolled her eyes as she faced you again. “Sorry about him. I would say his mother should have taught him better, but if you met his mother, a lot of things would start to make sense.”

“O-Oh, no, it’s fine,” you said, your voice coming out more high-pitched than you wanted it to. You plastered on a smile, hoping to mask the freakout building up inside you like an impending volcanic eruption, but then you started wondering if Mina could tell your lips were swollen. Did they look red? Shit, what about your hair?

You recalled thick fingers twining through the strands at the back of your head, and your whole body flushed with heat.

No, bad, stop thinking about that. Be normal. Act normal.

“Uh-huh…” Mina said as she narrowed her two-tone eyes at you. “Sooooo, what were you guys doing out here anyway? The whole table’s been worried about you. We tried texting you, but then Kiri and I started searching the bar.”

“Shi— I’m so sorry,” you blurted out and fished your phone from your pocket, wincing at the several missed calls and text messages. “My phone was on silent. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you guys. I was coming back to the table, I swear, but then…”

You trailed off as you realized you couldn’t tell her what really happened. It was just a drunken, spur-of-the-moment decision to come outside.

Weren’t drunk when you kissed him, though, you made sure of that, a nasty voice whispered in the back of your head, and you suppressed a wince.

That may be true, but it was still a mistake, considering the way Bakugo all but ran away. He obviously regretted it— maybe he’d just be humoring sad, pathetic you— so he definitely wouldn’t want you blabbing about his error in judgment to his actual friends.

A painful ache began to throb in the center of your chest, the base of your throat, but you pushed it down and away.

“But thennnn…” Mina suddenly drawled and yanked you out of your thoughts, and you looked up to see her raising an eyebrow at you.

You didn’t have time to craft an elaborate lie, so a partial truth would have to suffice.

“But then I saw Bakugo through the door, and I wanted to make sure he was alright,” you said. “I’ve gotten the impression that he doesn’t really l-like me, so I just wanted to apologize for crashing this night with his friends. O-Or at least that was the plan, but, um, some guys were smoking out here, and they started bothering me until Bakugo told them off.”

“Oh.” Mina frowned and looked a tad less suspicious. “Are you okay? Do we need to find those guys?”

“No, no,” you said as you waved your hands. “It’s fine, really. They were just drunk and trying to hit on me, but one look at Pro Hero Dynamight sent them running.”

You laughed nervously and tried not to fidget. You needed to be the picture of innocence, like someone who had not almost been caught making out with the Number Two hero in Japan.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

“I see,” Mina hummed, but then her black-and-gold eyes flicked up and down your figure again. “Soo… when did Kats give you his jacket?”

Heat flooded your cheeks once more, and you suddenly became hyper aware of the warm weight on your shoulders, smelling of smoke and sugar.

“O-Oh, uh, t-that was—” Stop stuttering, stop stuttering. You cleared your throat. “That was right after those guys went back inside again. I was shivering, and Bakugo berated me for not dressing warmer. Something about not getting sick while I’m under their agency’s care or something. He flung it over me a few seconds before you walked outside.”

Mina’s gaze narrowed on you, like she was trying to find your weaknesses, find the cracks in your story, your resolve, but you just forced your cheeks up into another semblance of a smile and tried not to think of the sweat sliding down your spine despite the cool night air.

A beat of silence passed, then two, before Mina let out a sigh.

“That sounds like Kats, being a dick while doing a nice thing.” She shook her head, the string lights above glinting off the silver glitter on her horns and skin. “Try not to hold it against him too much. He’s actually a good guy under his sharp and unpleasant exterior.”

“Of course.” You nodded and did your best to push the blond from your mind. Then you took a deep breath and gestured to the doors. “Well, should we get back inside? I don’t want to worry Kirishima more than necessary.”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Mina laughed. “Five bucks says he’s trying to get the bar owner to turn on all the lights while Sero’s trying to stop him, and Denki is crying at our table.”

“Do you really think they’re that worried?” you asked as your eyes widened.

“Well, yeah.” Mina laughed again and linked her arm through yours. “We like you, girl. Some of us maybe a little more than others, too, so don’t think you ‘crashed’ tonight. Katsuki just doesn’t like going out in public, so he’s always moody when we get drinks, that had nothing to do with you. Now, come on. We can probably do one more round of shots before Denki faceplants into the table.”

Your smile was a little less forced as the acidic hero led you inside, and you outright laughed when you discovered she’d been right. Kirishima was trying to get the lights turned on, but Sero was trying to stop both him and Kaminari, who was going up to the DJ on the dancefloor side of the bar and loudly attempting to take the mic and make an announcement.

Thankfully, Mina was able to drag the drunk blond back to the table, and Kirishima came willingly when he saw you wave at him across the bar. Back in your private section, the guys bombarded you with questions, asking if you were alright, where you went, if you were hurt. You quickly assuaged their fears and apologized for worrying them— while deftly avoiding any mention of a certain ash-blond hero— and you offered to buy the next round to make up for it.

That idea was immediately shot down, but they did agree to another round, so Mina flagged down a waiter while the guys herded you into the booth, with Sero and Kaminari on either side of you. The blond drunkenly leaned his head against your shoulder and begged you not to disappear again because it was his birthday, and you promised not to move as you awkwardly patted his head.

Kirishima shook his head from across the table, but then he caught your eye and mouthed, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smiled, trying to look like you were having fun. And a part of you did. The drinks arrived shortly, and the table was loud with laughter as the heroes retold more tales of their youth and heroic exploits gone awry. You laughed and smiled along with them, even if you only sipped at your drink while they downed theirs and ordered more sake. They asked more questions about your past and America, Sero and Kaminari especially, and you did your best to make your boring life sound even a little bit exciting.

You must have succeeded because each of the heroes listened intently when you spoke, interjecting appropriate questions and tidbits here and there. You relaxed a little more with each story told and question answered, but you couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering past the wooden partition around the table.

Bakugo was gone, though, you knew it deep down even as you searched for a flash of ash-blond hair. You tried to push him out of your mind, tried not to think about the incident out on the patio, but as the night wore down and the talking petered out, your thoughts became consumed with how badly you fucked up.

What were you thinking, kissing a pro hero? You wished you could say you weren’t thinking, that you were drunk, but you stole that excuse from yourself the moment you used your quirk.

For a moment, the realization that Bakugo hadn’t been drunk either filled you with an emotion you refused to name, and you recalled the desire in his scarlet eyes as he clutched you against him.

But then you reminded yourself of how fast he pushed you away, how fast he’d fled the patio and didn’t look back, and you told yourself you had imagined the look on his face when he pulled away from your lips. It had to have been a pity kiss. Poor, homeless Stitches, who had no friends and couldn’t stand up for herself, who always need saving, who had failed the hero entrance exam twice and then fled America when she also failed to find a job in her degree field. Poor Stitches, whose greatest achievement in the last year was fixing an old lady’s fractured hip.

Pity. There was no other reason Pro Hero Dynamight would stoop so low as to kiss you. It was probably the same reason the rest of the heroes seemed so interested in you tonight. Part of it might have been novelty— an American civilian who worked a menial job— but the rest of it had to be pity. Maybe Kirishima had texted them all before you guys arrived and told them to just treat you nicely for the night.

This knowledge tied your guts up in knots, bile rising to the back of your throat. You were trying to center yourself by counting the fading bubbles in your warm, untouched beer when a large hand flashed in front of your face.

“What?” You snapped your head up to find everyone staring at you, Kirishima still stretched halfway across the table as he withdrew his hand.

“I was asking if you’re ready to go,” the redhead said with a soft smile before he jerked his chin at your side. “Denks just passed out, and that’s usually when we call it a night.”

You turned your head slightly to find the blond electric hero slumped in the booth beside you, his head tipped back as snores echoed from his slack mouth.

“O-Oh, yeah,” you murmured. “Sorry, yeah, I’m ready.”

“Cool, this way,” Sero said as he slid out of the opposite side of the booth and held a hand out to help you.

“Thank you.” You took his hand and gracelessly scooted out of the booth, blushing when you realized Bakugo’s bomber jacket was still draped over your shoulders.

Thankfully, Sero didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t comment, but his hand lingered around yours for a moment before he pulled away and turned to Kirishima.

“Alright, dude,” he said as he balled one hand up and held it on top of the opposite palm. “You know the drill.”

“I need to take Stitches back to the agency,” Kirishima argued with a frown. “You’ll have to get him tonight, but I’ll get him next time.”

“Uh-uh, don’t try and weasel out now, Riot,” Sero teased, and his mouth settled in an expression somewhere between a smirk and a grin. “It’s tradition. Besides, I know where your agency is. I’m pretty sure I could get Stitches back there just fine.”

He threw you a wink as he said that last sentence, and you flushed under his attention.

It’s fake, you reminded yourself. Pity.

“U-Um, what’s going on?” you asked, to which Mina giggled and looped her arm through yours.

“Just watch,” she whispered, and you turned back to the men to see Kirishima rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” he said and then held his hands out identical to Sero’s.

Wait, were they going to—

“Jan, ken, pon!” the two heroes chanted as they moved their hands in unison.

Yup, they were playing rock, paper, scissors.

“Ha-ha!” Kirishima cheered as his scissors cut Sero’s paper. “I win.”

“Shit,” Sero sighed, but another easygoing grin spread across his mouth a moment later. “You’re learning, dude.”

“Mina pointed out last time that I always start with rock, so I decided to change it up,” the redhead laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh, come on, Pinks,” the dark-haired hero groaned as he turned on Mina. “You threw off my winning streak.”

“I just evened the playing field.” She stuck her tongue out at him, but her two-toned eyes twinkled with mirth. “Don’t be a sore loser, Han.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sero sighed, but you could tell he was fighting back a smile as he rounded the table and came up to the opposite side of the booth. “Come on, Denks, up you go.”

The tall and lanky hero bent down and tossed Kaminari’s limp arm over his shoulder, coaxing the half-conscious blond to his feet.

“Are we… getting another round?” Kaminari slurred as he slumped against Sero, and his yellow eyes were struggling to flutter open.

“No,” Sero snorted and wrapped an arm around the blond’s waist. “We’re getting you home. Can you walk, or do I gotta tape ya?”

“I can walkkkk,” Kaminari whined and then immediately stumbled over his own feet, half careening into the table and rattling the dishes.

“Tape it is,” Sero muttered, and you watched as what looked like a white bandage slithered out of his elbow.

“Noooooo,” Kaminari half-protested, but he didn’t even fight it as the tape started at his feet and wound around his body, encasing him in a white cocoon. The adhesive strip came to a stop just under his neck so he could still breathe, and the blond pouted blearily at his friends. “I hate you all.”

“Love ya too, buddy,” Sero snickered before he turned to you, Mina, and Kirishima. “You guys ready?”

“Yup!” Mina chirped and tugged on your elbow to spin you around. “Onward!”

“Uhhhh, is Kaminari gonna be okay?” you asked as you were dragged toward the entrance, glancing over your shoulder to see Sero squatting down, picking up the cocooned electric hero, and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time he’s been taped, he’ll be fine,” Mina giggled and then shot you a wink. “He might be embarrassed in the morning when he learns you saw him get taped, but he’ll survive.”

“O-Oh, okay,” you said, because what else could you say? This was obviously a normal end of the night for the heroes, so who were you to judge?

Mina expertly guided you out of the bar without drawing any attention from the lingering drunks, and when you glanced at the old clock above the front door, you saw it was long past midnight.

How did it get so late?

The cold night air hit you like a slap to the face as you stepped out of the bar, and you shivered, ducking a little bit into you jacket until you got a whiff of burnt sugar off the collar and remembered it wasn’t your jacket. Embarrassment crawled through your veins like ants, but you were thankfully distracted from the sensation by a commotion behind you.

“Damn it, Denki, stop struggling,” Sero huffed as he clomped down the stairs with a wriggling Kaminari still thrown over his shoulder. The pair came to a stop on the sidewalk beside you and Mina, and the dark-haired hero grunted as he shifted the blond’s weight. “Ugh, where’s Ochako when I need her?”

“If I’m so heavy, then put me down,” Kaminari said and continued wiggling. “I can walk.”

“Remember the last time you said that, Denks, and you ended up going to the hospital because you knocked out two teeth faceplanting into a curb?” Kirishima chuckled as he came down the stairs last.

“That was one time!” the blond whined, and he arched like a worm writhing on a hook. “And it’s my birthday! I shouldn’t be taped on my birthday!”

“Denki, if you don’t stop, I’m dragging you all the way home,” Sero warned, and he must have been serious, because Kaminari immediately stopped struggling.

“Fine,” he pouted. “I’m going to sleep, then. Take that.”

Sero rolled his dark eyes before they came to settle on you, and then a small smile tugged at his lips.

“It was nice to meet you,” he said. “I hope our shenanigans haven’t completely chased you off.”

“No, no,” you assured him quickly, and your own smile was only a little forced. “Tonight was… fun. More fun than I’ve had in a while. So, thank you for having me.”

Thank you for pretending, you didn’t say.

“Aw, you’re so cute and polite,” Mina cooed before she leaned over and smacked a kiss against your cheek, causing you to blush as red as Kirishima’s hair. But you told yourself that the pink-skinned hero just seemed affectionate with everyone, that was all.

“W-Wait, is that Stitches?” Kaminari suddenly gasped and renewed his struggling. “She’s still here? Sero, put me down! I need to say goodbye.”

“Oops, that’s our cue.” Sero smirked and glanced at Mina. “You coming, or making your own way home?”

“Someone’s gotta make sure you both end up home in one piece,” the pink-haired hero giggled and then held up the hand that wasn’t looped through yours, flashing the phone she held. “I already ordered us a car. They’re like a minute away and are meeting us at the corner down there.”

She gestured past Sero, and he glanced over his right shoulder with Kaminari still wiggling on the left one.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said before he flashed you one last wink. “Have a good night, Stitches. Hope to see you soon.”

“Y-Yeah, you, too.” You smiled faintly, fighting back you blush. He was just being nice, polite, he didn’t mean it. “Get home safe.”

“I’ll text you with my schedule this week so we can plan a girl’s day,” Mina said as she disentangled her arm from yours and pressed another kiss to your cheek. “Bye!”

“B-Bye,” you stuttered, waving weakly as the pink-skinned hero skipped over to Sero’s side, and then the two turned and started walking down the street in the opposite direction.

“Uh, bye, guys,” Kirishima called out after his friends as he stepped up next to you.

“Oh, yeah, bye, Kiri!” Mina blew a kiss over her shoulder while Sero half-heartedly lifted his hand but didn’t turn.

“Wait! Stitchessssss!” Kaminari managed to crane his head up just enough to catch a glimpse of you, and then he bucked right off Sero’s shoulder, tumbling to the ground.

“Oh!” you gasped, covering your mouth and glancing at Kirishima. “Is he okay?”

“He’ll be fine,” the redhead laughed, and he jerked his chin toward his friends. “See?”

You looked up in time to see Sero shake his head down at Kaminari, who had flipped over onto his stomach and was trying to inch worm his way down the sidewalk back in your direction. Sero muttered something to the blond that you couldn’t hear, but Kaminari kept crawling, so the dark-haired hero shrugged and started walking forward again.

“Noooooo,” Kaminari wailed as he was dragged backwards by the tape encasing his body, and he called out your nickname several times before the tape slithered up his neck and over his mouth, muffling his screams.

“I could have said goodbye to him, if it meant so much,” you said with a furrowed brow.

“We would have been here for another hour,” Kirishima chuckled and shook his head. “On his last birthday, Denki started crying about how much he loved everyone, and he wrapped himself around Bakugo’s legs, refusing to let go and causing a major scene. Which Bakubro escalated by blasting him off, but… yeah. This was as quick and painless as it gets.”

“If you say so,” you murmured, suppressing a wince when you saw Kaminari get dragged over the curb on the corner while Sero and Mina approached a waiting car.

“Sero won’t hurt him too much, just enough to hopefully knock some sense into him so they don’t get kicked out of the car.” The redhead smiled down at you reassuringly before he extended his elbow. “We should be on our way, too. It’s later than I intended, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, really.” You smiled back and tentatively took his elbow. “I wasn’t lying before. I had fun. I just hope I didn’t embarrass myself too much or bore anyone with my American stories.”

“Are you kidding?” Kirishima scoffed as the pair of you started walking down the street in the direction of his agency. “Everyone loved you. And I thought your American stories were so cool! Especially the college ones. Bakugo and I just started climbing the hero ranks straight out of U.A., so the fact that you got a degree is really impressive to me.”

“Getting a piece of paper is definitely not as impressive as becoming the Number Three Hero by your mid-twenties,” you snorted.

“Nah, I mainly just rode Bakugo’s coat tails up the ladder.” The hardening hero shrugged, and you could see a faint blush stain his cheeks, but then he was looking down at you with a frown. “You talk down on yourself a lot, you know.”

“W-What?” Your feet stuttered along with your mouth, and you slipped off the curb and would have twisted your ankle if Kirishima hadn’t held you up.

“Whoops, careful,” he said as he literally picked you up with one arm— with you still clutching to the curve of his elbow like a kid hanging off the monkey bars— and set you back down on your feet. “You okay?”

“Y-Yup.” You cleared your throat and tried to fight back your embarrassed flush. Then you took a deep breath and watched your feet closely as the two of you started walking again. “Sorry, I’m just… stupidly clumsy.”

“There you go again,” Kirishima said and bumped his shoulder into yours, except your head was level with his shoulder, so he nearly shoved you off the curb again. “Oops, my bad. But seriously, Stitches, you shouldn’t talk down on yourself so much. Or apologize so much. I swear I’ve heard you apologize for breathing before. But you’re a genuinely cool person. You’re obviously smart, what with the knowing multiple languages, the degree, and you even own your own business! That’s so awesome!”

“I’m just a seamstress,” you muttered, and you swore your face was on fire now. You were anticipating actual flames any second now. You kept trying to tell yourself he was just being nice, but he sounded so genuine, so earnest, and you didn’t know what to do with that.

“You provide an important service to the public,” the redhead corrected, bumping you with his shoulder again, but much softer this time. Then he smiled down at you, and you couldn’t help but smile faintly back. “A-ha! There it is. Knew I could get you to smile. Seriously, though, you’ve accomplished a lot, so you really shouldn’t talk bad about my friend like that.”

“Your… friend?” you echoed in disbelief.

“Well, yeah,” Kirishima said as he looked down at you, and his red eyes were serious and sincere. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but… I consider you a friend. Hell, you’ve already made dinner for me more times than Denki, so you might be a better friend than he is.”

The hardening hero grinned to show he was joking, but all you could do was blink up at him in shock. He… thought of you as a friend? You’d considered yourself an acquaintance at best, but more likely a burden and obligation. But you knew Kirishima wouldn’t just outright lie to you. He was too… good for that, too honest and straightforward.

So… maybe everyone hadn’t just been pretending tonight. Maybe they didn’t pity you. Maybe they actually… liked you.

The thought had hope and happiness rising in your chest like birds taking flight, but then the image of Bakugo marching away from you flashed through your mind, and the birds were shot out of the sky.

Well, obviously not everyone liked you.

“Uh, Stitches?” Kirishima’s voice drew you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before looking up at him.

“Sorry,” you said, manipulating your stiff lips into a small smile. “I was just… surprised you think of me that way.”

“You don’t think of us as friends?” He frowned, and there was a note of hurt in his voice.

“N-No, I just… I didn’t want to presume anything,” you muttered and averted your gaze to watch a car drive by. It was easier to gather your thoughts when you weren’t looking at the imposing redhead, so you took a deep breath before you continued. “I’ve really enjoyed my time at the agency so far. The sidekicks always ask me about my day when I go downstairs, and sometimes we talk about the latest TV shows while standing around the coffee machine in the breakroom. I’ve liked learning and buying their favorite snacks, and the few times you and I ate dinner were fun. It’s been… nice. Really nice. I’ve never really had a lot of friends. I was always the weird Asian girl who had an accent until the second grade, and even when I lost it, I was still one of a few ‘ethnic’ people in a mostly white area. And when I moved here, even though I speak the language, sometimes people can tell I’m American and just… treat me differently.”

“That sucks,” Kirishima muttered as his frown deepened in your peripherals. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is.” You shrugged and tried to seem unbothered even though your ‘otherness’ had eaten away at you all your life. “But what I’m trying to say is, it’s not that I didn’t want to think of you all as friends. It’s just… you’re all really important heroes, and I know that the only reason I even came to the agency was because you had to pay for the repairs on my shop. So I just thought…”

“That we were only being nice because we had to?” Kirishima finished.

“Well… yeah,” you murmured and blushed, because now that you said it out loud, it sounded like you thought the redhead and the rest of the sidekicks were all shallow and two-faced, which wasn’t fair to them.

“And do you still think that?” he asked, but there wasn’t any judgement in his voice. It was an honest question.

You glanced at the hardening hero out of the corner of your eye, and you found him staring down at you patiently. You recalled how excited he had been to invite you tonight, to introduce you to his friends, how he had searched for you when he thought you were missing. None of that felt like obligation to you, and you realized that your own insecurities made you form some unfair assumptions about him and the other heroes that you’d encountered in the last week.

“No,” you finally said, and it didn’t taste like a lie. “No, I don’t.”

“Good.” Kirishima grinned down at you. “Because the last time I invited someone to hang out with my friends out of obligation, I was like… five, and my mom said I had to invite my whole class to my birthday party, even the mean kid who liked to push everyone down at recess. And you’re definitely much more fun to hang out with than that butthead Shin Okamura.”

You giggled at that, and the sound made Kirishima’s grin widen.

“Alright, fine,” you huffed and rolled your eyes, but your smile only grew. “I’ll… stop being so self-deprecating.”

“Good,” Kirishima repeated as he continued leading you to his agency, but when he looked down at you again, he was suddenly serious. “Just remember. You don’t have to be a hero to make a difference in the world.”

You’d heard the same platitudes from your parents, from your college professors, and you sighed.

“I know—”

“You could be a back alley healer, for example.”

You gasped and stumbled again, glancing around for anyone who might have overheard, but the street was empty and quiet save the two of you. Still, your heart was tap dancing off rhythm beneath your sternum, and you squeezed Kirishima’s arm from where you still had your hand tucked into his elbow.

“Ow! Okay, sorry, sorry!” Kirishima burst out laughing and pretended to cower away from you, but the effect was ruined by the grin breaking his face in half.

And you couldn’t quite hide your own smile, either.

The pair of you dissolved into silence for a minute as you continued walking down the street, and when you turned the next corner, you could see the agency looming up into the night sky at the end of the block.

“Hey, Stitches, can I ask you something, friend to friend?” Kirishima finally broke the silence, and something about his phrasing immediately set you on edge, your good mood evaporating like smoke.

“Uhh, sure,” you said and hoped you wouldn’t regret it.

“Did something happen between you and Bakugo? Back at the bar?” His red eyes cut to yours, so similar to another pair of red eyes that you were trying not to think about, and your mouth immediately went dry. Your mind flailed for a response, but the redhead barreled on. “It’s just… I noticed you came back wearing his jacket after you disappeared, and you seemed a little upset?”

“I did?” The words fell from your mouth unbidden, and you winced. You had thought you got your mask up in time.

“I mean, you were smiling and stuff, but your eyes looked kind of sad,” Kirishima said, frowning down at you. “I just wanted to make sure Bakubro didn’t upset you somehow.”

“N-No, no,” you blurted out, even though your heart was screaming yes. “He… I ran into him coming back from the bathroom. He was outside on the patio. I went to join him— t-to ask if he was coming back to the table— but some guys who were out there smoking started giving me a hard time. But Bakugo chased them off and gave me his jacket since I was cold. H-He said he didn’t want me getting sick and giving the agency a bad rep or something.”

You hoped the reasoning you gave for Bakugo handing over his jacket made sense. It was the only logical explanation you could come up with.

“Oh.” Kirishima blinked and seemed to process your words for a moment. “Well, I’m sorry some assholes were bothering you. You should have said something.”

“It really wasn’t a big deal,” you said dismissively, trying to forget the way your heart had jumped into your throat when those three men surrounded you. “And Bakugo handled it.”

“I’m sure he did,” the redhead muttered, and when you looked up at him, he was smirking.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Ahhh, nothing.” Kirishima cleared his throat. “Oh, look! We’re here.”

The agency suddenly loomed above you, and Kirishima stopped just in front of the doors. You could see a few sidekicks through the glass doors, the poor bastards who’d pulled the short straw and gotten the night shift on a Saturday, but they were mainly just yawning at their desks or walking back and forth to the coffee machine in the break room.

“Do you want me to walk you up?” Kirishima asked as he moved to open the door.

“No,” you refused, stopping him. “It’s late, and you’re off the clock ‘till Monday. Go home, Red Riot. I can make it up the elevator on my own.”

“Alright, alright.” The hardening hero smiled and held up his hands. “I’ll get going. But… thanks for coming out tonight.”

“I think I’m the one who should be thanking you,” you chuckled, but then a gust of wind wafted the scent of burnt sugar into your nose, and your smiled faded as you cleared your throat and slowly shrugged off the jacket draped over your shoulders. “Actually, could you, um, extend my gratitude to Bakugo as well and give this back to him when you see him next?”

You extended the jacket out to the redhead, but Kirishima just stared at it for a second before shaking his head.

“You’ll probably see him before I do, so keep it for now,” he said. “Bakugo has a shift tomorrow evening, so you can just come downstairs and return it to him then. Or I’m sure he’d be fine with you leaving it in his office.”

The thought of even seeing the blond right now made your stomach flip and your body break out in a cold sweat, but you covered it up with a smile as you clutched the jacket to your chest.

“Oh, okay,” you said, praying your voice wasn’t as shaky as you thought it was. “I’ll just… do that then.”

“Cool.” Kirishima shot you a smile. “Well, I better get going. I can feel the whisky making my eyelids heavy.”

“Do you need to order a car or something?” you asked with a concerned frown.

“Nah, I only live a couple blocks away, I’ll be fine,” he said as he waved you off, and then he jerked his chin at the agency doors. “You should get inside first, though, or I’ll worry that you got snatched the moment I turned my back.”

“I definitely don’t want to get snatched,” you laughed and reached for the door. “Have a good night, Kirishima. Get home safe.”

“Will do.” He grinned, flashing his pointed teeth. “Night, Stitches.”

“Night.” You smiled over your shoulder as you opened the door, and true to his word, the hardening hero waited until you were safe inside the agency lobby before he put two fingers to his forehead in a salute, turned, and walked out of sight.

The moment he was gone, you felt the smile slowly slide off your face. It was hard to be upset in the redhead’s presence, he just exuded so much warmth and happiness, but now that you were alone, clutching Bakugo’s jacket to your chest, all of the thoughts you’d been suppressing came bubbling back up to the surface.

You tried to keep your face composed as your turned and made your way to the elevator. The few dozing sidekicks in the bullpen greeted you halfheartedly, and you waved weakly in return. Then your eyes trailed past them to the darkened, glass walled office that you knew belonged to Bakugo. You considered dropping off the jacket on his desk or chair like Kirishima suggested, just to get it away from you, but then you thought of the sidekicks watching you walk to the office, wondering what you were doing, speculating as to why you had their boss’ jacket, and you abandoned the idea as you jammed your finger into the elevator button.

It was only after the elevator doors closed behind you, only when you were standing alone staring at your fuzzy reflection, that you let the tears come. They quickly blurred your vision, burned in the back of your throat, but you managed to hit the button for your floor and stumbled into your room before you truly started crying. You didn’t know if there were any sidekicks sleeping on this floor, so you forced yourself to be quiet, pressing your lips together and only gasping when you needed air.

You immediately threw the jacket over the back of your desk chair, desperate to get away from the caramelized scent, but you realized it still clung to your dress, your hair. So, with tears streaming down your face, you stripped down to your panties, dropping everything onto the floor, tearing your jewelry off and tossing it onto your desk. You only had enough energy to pull on a hoodie before you collapsed into the bed, and you shivered, still crying, as you tugged the covers up over your head.

Fuck, how could you have been so stupid? You’d done a lot of stupid things in your life, but kissing Dynamight took the cake. The blond had only brought you to the agency for two reasons: insurance purposes and your quirk. He needed a healer, someone to fix his ears so he could keep fighting the good fight. And you were convenient. You needed to stay at the agency anyway while your shop was repaired, so you were supposed to use your quirk in the interim to help him with his problem.

Except now, you were pretty sure you ruined that. Because Bakugo didn’t want you like you wanted him. He made that pretty obvious. So he probably wouldn’t want your help anymore, because who wanted to receive medical care from someone lusting after them inappropriately?

And what if he kicked you out of the agency entirely? You didn’t necessarily have to stay here, the agency just had to pay for your lodgings until your apartment was fixed, so Bakugo could just send you to a hotel first thing in the morning, get you out of his hair for the last week or two.

You knew you couldn’t stay at the agency forever, but you had been telling Kirishima the truth earlier. You liked it here. You liked seeing the sidekicks on a regular basis, liked it when Kirishima poked his head into the kitchen to see what you were cooking. You didn’t want to leave just yet.

So… you would just have to apologize.

Bakugo had a shift tomorrow night, which meant you had over twelve hours to figure out what you were going to say. Then you’d go downstairs, find the blond, return his jacket, and bow your head to the floor to apologize for being so forward and inappropriate and… pitiful.

Hopefully, he would accept it.

You fell asleep sniffling, with your eyes swollen from tears. And because the universe was cruel, you dreamed of ash-blood hair and crimson eyes. Of warm hands around your waist and even warmer lips against your own. In one part of the dream, you were back on that patio, Bakugo looming over you, wrapped around you. His kiss burned like fire, like an iron brand pulled straight from the flames, and you felt the heat consume you. In this dream, neither of you needed to part for air, and Mina didn’t come outside. You both were just suspended in time— lips and tongues and hands— and Bakugo devoured you one biting kiss at a time.

You awoke with your mouth tingling, with the smell of burning sugar in your nose, before reality came crashing back down and pinned you to the bed. The weight on your chest kept you submerged beneath the blankets most of the day, only slightly letting up in the afternoon when your bladder was on the verge of bursting. You dragged yourself to your feet and to the bathroom down the hall, but after relieving yourself, you just shuffled right back to bed. When you checked your phone, you saw it was almost four o’clock, and your stomach rumbled, begging for more than the finger foods you’d had at the bar last night. But you still hadn’t gone grocery shopping, so if you wanted anything more than snacks, you would have to go out, and the thought of potentially running into Bakugo downstairs turned your blood to ice.

You knew you still needed to apologize, but you just… couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so instead you burrowed back under the blankets and turned to face the wall.

You would allow yourself one day to wallow. Then, tomorrow, Monday, you’d shove all your feelings back into a box where they belonged, do the adult thing, and apologize.

Unfortunately, as you should have already learned, things don’t always go to plan.

True to your word, you did get up at dawn the next morning, showered, ate, dressed like a functional human being. You even ran errands, stopping by the shop to see how construction was coming along, picking up some small projects from your clients, doing the grocery run you’d been putting off for so long.

When you returned to the agency around midday, you stopped by the first floor breakroom to fill the fridge with snacks, and the sidekicks immediately flocked to the goodies. Even Kirishima stuck his head into the room to say hi, dressed in his full Red Riot gear. He said he was about to go out on patrol, and the two of you made quick, casual conversation before movement beyond the redhead caught your attention.

Bakugo had stopped a few feet beyond the threshold of the breakroom, also decked out in all his hero gear. You only had a moment to take in the full, imposing figure he cut in his suit before your eyes found his, and the moment they did, the blond’s face hardened into stone. You saw the muscle in his jaw tick as he ground his teeth, but then he spun away and stomped off, even when Kirishima called out after him.

The redhead had rolled his eyes and said the blond was in a mood day, but you knew it was more than that.

He was avoiding you, didn’t want to even see you. And he continued to avoid you for the rest of that day and the following. Whenever you stepped off the elevator, if he was in eyesight, he immediately disappeared, stalking off to the locker or training rooms or darkening the glass walls surrounding his office. He obviously didn’t want to talk to you, and every time he met your eyes and instantly retreated in the opposite direction, your heart squeezed in your chest.

But he hadn’t kicked you out of the agency, so that was something at least.

Mina also helped keep you from spiraling. The pink-haired hero texted you multiple times a day, sometimes just sending a funny picture or meme, other times telling you about a crazy thing that happened on her patrol. She had in fact also added you to a group chat with Kirishima, Sero, and Denki, so you received some messages from them every now and again. Bakugo was technically in the group chat, too— or at least you thought he was, since there was another number listed in the chat, but the number never replied to anything, so you couldn’t be sure. Still, it was nice to get messages from people other than your parents and your elderly customers who struggled with technology. It helped balance out the weight that had grown heavier in your chest with each passing hour.

By Tuesday night, you came to the realization that Bakugo would probably continue ignoring you until you left the agency. You tried to convince yourself that you were fine with this. Soon, your shop would be fixed, and everything would go back to normal. You’d go back to being a seamstress with a slightly illegal side hustle, and it would be like you never met the blond. It wasn’t like you’d been particularly close, anyway. Sure, you were attracted to him physically, but who wouldn’t be? And okay, you admired his tenacity as a pro hero, his bravery and relentlessness in the face of adversity and danger, but so did a lot of other people. It was just… a celebrity crush. You would get over it.

You had to.

“Shit,” you cursed for the umpteenth time in the last half hour, frowning down at the bead of blood crowning your fingertip.

Your quirk washed away the minute pain almost immediately, but you just sighed and set down your needle and thread. You’d been trying to mend a hole in Mr. Fujita’s slacks, but you were too distracted, and if you continued like this, you were going to return the pants with blood stains.

You stretched your back and decided to get up from the little desk you’d been hunched over for the past few hours. Picking your phone up, you realized it was almost eight pm, and your stomach snarled as if to reprimand you. A quick dinner would probably be best, maybe some of the instant ramen you picked up at the store yesterday.

You glanced at the door and then sighed when you realized you would actually have to walk down the hall to make the dinner yourself. The kitchen seemed so far away when you thought about it, so you decided to take a ten minute break on your bed. The hunger would probably be enough to motivate you by then.

Collapsing onto the bed, you picked a social media app at random and then just started scrolling. It kept your interest for a minute or two, but then— because of some of your recent searches— a video of a deaf baby getting a cochlear implant popped up on your feed, and your eyes immediately trailed to the shadow of Bakugo’s jacket hanging from a hook on the inside of your door. From this angle, you could see the sheaf of papers you’d rolled up and stuffed into the inside pocket, and you once again considered just walking downstairs and leaving the jacket in his office. The interns might gossip, but you would probably be gone in a week. You could survive the whispers and looks for that long.

You stared at the jacket for a long moment before you sighed and flicked your eyes back to your phone.

“Coward,” you muttered to yourself and angrily started scrolling again.

You weren’t even paying attention to the posts and videos you scrolled past, but you sure as hell noticed when a loud boom suddenly rattled your windows right before the building trembled slightly around you.

You inhaled sharply as your eyes snapped to the darkened window beside your bed. Your heartrate increased, skipping beats, because that sounded familiar, felt familiar. You slowly went to put your phone down on the bed, but your finger twitched across the screen, swiping to the next video, which happened to be a live news feed.

“— here downtown! Three villains have robbed a nearby bank, and they seem to be giving Dynamight some trouble!”

“Dynamight?” you gasped as you scrambled to pick up your phone.

The camera footage was shaky and cloudy, like there was smoke or dust in the air, and it seemed like the news team was peeking out around the corner of a building. You couldn’t see much through the haze, but then an explosion of light crossed the screen, followed by a boom that you heard through the phone’s speakers and through the glass of your window.

“No,” you breathed as your wide eyes drifted toward the window. Then you propelled yourself to your feet and stood on your tiptoes to look outside. Your room was on one of the higher floors of the agency, and the agency itself was one of the tallest buildings on the block, so you could see at least a block or two from your vantage point.

You craned your neck, holding your breath as you waited for the next explosion, which came a moment later. It was accompanied by another flash of light in your peripherals, and you could just barely see a cloud of dust in the very corner of the window. It seemed like the battle was happening a couple blocks to the right of the agency, and you frantically turned back to the phone in your hand as the newscaster started talking again.

“From what we’re witnessing, one villain seems to have an offensive electric quirk, another turns anything they touch into a sticky sludge, and the third is able to produce bubbles that seem to capture and incapacitate. Dynamight is battling them singlehandedly, after several other heroes— possibly sidekicks from his agency— were trapped by the bubble villain’s quirk.”

The camera quickly panned over a destroyed road that looked like your street had just a week ago. Rubble and pockets of black goo covered the broken pavement, and through the haze of dust or smoke, you could just make out several dome-like shapes with human figures inside them, like a perverse kind of toy from one of those coin machines. The trapped heroes were hammering at the walls surrounding them, but whatever the bubble was made of must have been strong, because the heroes were making no headway.

You snapped your gaze from the phone, to the window, and back again, praying to catch a glimpse of Dynamight’s bright orange suit, but the cameraman was ducking for cover again as another explosion rocked the street, and your heart climbed into your throat.

“Come on, come on,” you muttered as you clutched your phone in sweaty palms. You knew Bakugo was strong, he wouldn’t be Number Two otherwise, but you knew every explosion diminished his hearing, and the booms were starting to become rapid fire.

“Oh my— what is that?” the newscaster suddenly gasped, and a hand cut across the camera, pointing at something off screen. “Is that… is that a child?!”

The footage zoomed in too quickly and took a moment to focus, but then the cloudy outline of a child materialized into being. By size, you would guess he was around six years old, and you could just barely hear him crying over the newscaster’s heavy breathing and the staccato explosions. Then a more high-pitched screaming started, and the camera panned to a mother running out of a nearby alley, trying to reach her baby in the chaos.

What happened next seemed to occur in slow motion.

The camera zoomed out to take in more of the street, and a villain careened onto the screen. He seemed to have been thrown, or maybe he leapt, but he landed on his feet a few yards away from the wailing child, just as the screaming mother threw her arms around him. The villain’s upper lip seemed to curl up in disgust, and then he aimed one of his palms at the mother and son.

A bubble shot out of his hand like a bullet, expanding as it went, but just before it swallowed the wailing duo, an explosion of light and orange color shoved them out of the way.

“No!” you gasped, but it was too late, and you watched helplessly as Bakugo was swallowed by the bubble.

The blond rolled in his round cage until he slammed up against an overturned car, and you saw him shake his head as he climbed back onto his feet. He smacked one of his palms against the bubble, but the wall barely even rippled. Bakugo tried again, his hand glowing slightly orange, but still nothing happened.

“Oh god, Dynamight’s been captured!” the reporter cried out.

Meanwhile, the mother and son were still cowering in the middle of the street, frozen in fear and maybe pain, and the bubble villain was standing over them, smirking in triumph.

He raised his palm again, but your eyes were glued to Bakugo, because he was now standing in the middle of his bubble prison, with both of his own hands extended out in front of him. His mouth was twisted into a snarl, and his palms were wreathed in an orange glow that quickly turned white-hot, right before he reached for the pin on one of his gauntlets.

You suddenly realized what he was going to do.

“Bakugo, no!” you shouted like he could hear you, but it was futile.

The bubble he was trapped in suddenly lit up like the Fourth of July, becoming almost too bright to look at, before it exploded so loudly that the sound from the camera completely cut out.

The footage was nothing but dust and frantic movement for almost thirty seconds, but when it finally cleared, the street was empty. The camera jumped around then, trying to find the villains, Bakugo, but it suddenly settled on the mother and son again.

They were safe and somehow unharmed, half a block down from where they were just a moment ago. Confusion overtook your terror for a moment, but then you saw a flash of red, just before the camera focused on Kirishima, who was standing protectively in front of the mother and son.

Suddenly, the audio returned on the video.

“—Riot! I repeat, Red Riot is now on scene, accompanied by two sidekicks!”

Kirishima looked nothing like the smiling teddy bear that walked around the agency. His face was set in an intimidating scowl, and his massive body seemed even bigger as he glared at the villains off screen. His silhouette was jagged, his muscles— that you knew were harder than steel— sticking out at sharp angles. His bare chest was streaked with dust, but he seemed unharmed, and you felt a brief flash of relief.

But it quickly turned to dread the longer Bakugo was off screen.

Where was he? Had he hurt himself in the explosion?

Before the bile could eat through the base of your throat, a body suddenly flew past the camera, and the cameraman followed it as quickly as he could. The footage settled just as the bubble villain skidded to a stop on the broken asphalt, and then the camera jumped to Bakugo, who was standing in the middle of the road with his teeth bared.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The blond was alive. He was alive.

“Dynamight seems to be back in action!” the reporter announced. “With Red Riot now on scene, the legendary duo should make quick work of these villains.”

You wanted to believe the reporter, but as the camera zoomed in on Bakugo, you saw the blood dripping from his ears, saw the way he swayed on his feet. Using his quirk to blast out of the bubble had most likely obliterated his eardrums, and you knew that disrupting the fluid in the inner ear resulted in balance problems. The explosive hero was probably fighting terrible vertigo just to stay on his feet.

Would he be able to stay upright long enough to subdue the villains?

You stared at the phone in your hand for one second, two, before you were spinning on your heel. You were in a casual pair of sweats, and you shoved your sockless feet into your sneakers as you grabbed Bakugo’s jacket off the hook, wrenched open your door, and sprinted down the hallway to the stairs.

You just hoped you could get there in time.

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