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fandomunite2107 · 3 months

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Help Wanted (Pt. 2)

Summary: Carmy not liking the idea of you working somewhere else.

Pulling into a parking spot at the restaurant, both you and Carmy unbuckle your seatbelts. You leave your groceries on the floorboard of his car, but take your bag as you open the door to his car.

“I just need to take care of something really quick. Shouldn’t be long.” Carmy says as he opens and holds the door to the restaurant for you.

“No rush. Take your time.” You say as you enter through the back of the building. Once you are inside you see Richie with a couple of other people standing around the kitchen.

Richie notices you first. “Hey kid. Didn’t think I’d see you so soon.” Everyone turns to look to see who he is talking to and you smile and do a small wave. Richie then looks at Carmy with a smirk. “What’s got you two hanging out with each other?”

“Shut up Richie.” Carmy says. “Y/n, this is Sydney and this is my sister Nat.” He nods in the direction of each woman. “You already know my asshole cousin over there.”

“I’m not an asshole, you’re an asshole. You’re the one who fired the girl today.” Richie says.

“Wait, you worked here?” Sydney asked looking confused.

“For about an hour before I realized that the job didn’t exist.” Nat and Sydney looked at you as you continued. “Richie hired me without talking to Carmy about it.”

They both reply at the same time with a chorus of “Oh, yeah that tracks” and “Figures.”

Carmy runs his hand through his hair. “Alright, that’s enough. Syd, what’s the issue with the menu?”

“Might as well follow me to the office. Once they get started on that damn thing it takes forever for them to take a break.” Nat says to you as she starts to walk away. Following her into the office, you take a look around and see piles of papers on every surface, even the floor. “How good are you at organizing?” She asks as she takes a seat on the floor next to one of the larger stacks of papers.

“Honestly, I’m pretty amazing at it. I find it kind of soothing.” You say as you place your bag on an almost empty area of the desk and take a seat next to her.

After going through one of the stacks of papers together, you stretch your arms above your head and move your shoulders around. “It doesn’t even look like we made a dent.”

Nat stands up and looks around. “I actually think it multiplied.” She holds her hand out to help you stand. Looking at the time, you realize that it is much later than you thought. “You want a ride home? I think they’re still working.” Nat offers.

“I’d appreciate that.” You grab your bag from the desk and follow Nat back to the kitchen, where you see Carmy cutting up some vegetables.

“Hey Bear. I’m going to head out and take y/n home. Where’s Syd?” Nat asks as she digs through her bag pulling out a set of keys.

“Shit. Didn’t know it’s this late.” He glances at the clock and puts his knife down on the cutting board. “Syd. She had to take my car and go pick up her dad.” Carmy looks at you and runs his hand through his already messed up hair. “S-Sorry. I lost track of time. Syd should be back soon and I can take you home.”

“It’s fine.” You try to hold back a sigh. It’s not fine. Your groceries were in his car, a car that is no longer here. It could be worse you thought, at least you don’t have to walk home in the dark.

“Don’t stay too late Carm. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Nat looks at you and asks if you’re ready to go.

“Sure. Bye Carmy.” You give a small wave, which he returns with a nod, and follow Nat out the building.

After giving directions to Nat on how to get your apartment, it doesn’t take very long to get to your building. You thank her for the ride and walk up the stairs. Once you reach your apartment and walk in, you take off your shoes and lay your bag down. It has been a long day, and you are exhausted. Slipping into some pajamas, you plug your phone in and turn off the lamp on the night stand before crawling into bed. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

With the sun coming through the curtains you just bought, you wake up glancing at the clock. Knowing that you have things you want to get done today, you shower and get dressed for the day. Remembering that you still don’t have your groceries, you go to the cafe that you went to yesterday. With your bank account in mind you only order a pastry and a drink, which you eat at a table as you people watch. Once you have finished your breakfast, you open up your bag to find your list of things to do. Finding a part time job is still on there, and you decide that is where you are going to start today. Walking out of the cafe, you see a bulletin board by the door with a variety of papers advertising jobs pinned. Most of them are for restaurants or local bars. Taking a picture of some of the papers, you notice that one restaurant isn’t too far from here. Deciding to check that one out, knowing that you don’t have any experience in the food industry, but hoping that they’re desperate enough to hire you.

After walking a couple of blocks you arrive at the restaurant, not knowing if the place is open yet you try the door. When it opens and you walk in the entrance, not seeing anyone around. “Hello?” You call out.

“One moment.” You hear someone shout out to you, appearing a moment later. “Hi. What can I do for you?”

“I’m y/n. I saw an ad that you were hiring. I was hoping to get an application.” You say as you hold your hand out to shake.

“I’m not the manager, but I will tell you we are doing open interviews later on tonight from 5-7. If you’re interested, I will tell you that there is a uniform that you have to wear. It’s also encouraged to wear it during the interview. It’s free to take it and if you don’t get the job you just have to return it, if you don’t you pay for it.” She says.

Not entirely sure how you feel about a uniform and not knowing what it looks like, you decide that it’s worth a shot “I’ll be here. Do you have a uniform that I can get?”

A phone rings from the back. “I gotta take that. The uniforms are in the closet over there help yourself to your size. Fill out this form and be here between 5-7.” She says as she walks off handing you a form.

Opening the closet that she pointed out to you, you see dozen of hangers with the restaurant’s uniform. Finding your size and picking it up, you think that it could be worse. The skirt looks short and the top seems like it would barely cover anything, but it’s not the worse thing you have ever worn for a job. Taking the clothes and putting them in your bag, you head back to your apartment to work on a few items before the interview later.

About an hour before the interview you start to get ready, you do your hair and put on some make up along with the uniform. As you predicted, it’s a bit short and the top barely just contains everything. You could just bring the uniform to the restaurant and change before the interview, but what if there isn’t time and what if everyone who’s applying already has it on. You feel safer just wearing it to the interview. Not really wanting to walk the few blocks dressed in this uniform you put a coat on, even though you’ll be warm, you at least feel more covered. Making sure you have everything, you grab your bag and start to head out of your apartment building.

As you shut the main door to your apartment building and start to go down the front steps, you see Carmy getting out of his car.

“Carmy?”

“Uh. H-hi. I asked Nat where you lived. Hope you don’t mind. I wanted to drop off your groceries from yesterday.”

“O-oh. Um. Thank you. I appreciate that.” You walk closer to his car.

He opens the passenger door and takes the bags out. You go to grab the bags from him but he refuses.

“I got this. Just lead the way.” He says.

Not wanting to be rude. You thank him and walk him up to your apartment. Having done the stairs twice now in your coat, you are starting to get warm. Opening the door to your apartment you both walk in. Carmy places the bags on the kitchen counter and wipes his forehead.

“I’m not sure how you’re walking around in a coat. It’s fucking hot out today.” Carmy says looking at you, wiping his forehead.

“Oh. Well trust me I’m warm. I have an interview soon and the uniform I have to wear isn’t the best.” You say a bit embarrassed.

Carmy smirks. “You’re wearing a coat in this weather because you don’t like your uniform. It can’t be that bad. Show me.”

Not sure how you ended up in this situation, you unbutton the coat. “I need a job so don’t laugh.” You take the coat off and place it on the counter. Standing in front of Carmy in your uniform you feel too exposed. You look up at Carmy because he hadn’t said anything yet. He’s just staring at you. You start to ramble. “I found an ad today about this restaurant that was hiring so I went there after breakfast. The lady there said that they were doing open interviews today. She said that it was encouraged to wear the uniform to the interview.”

“No.” It was the only word that left his mouth.

“I’m sorry?”

“You are not wearing that.” He rubs his hand down his face.

“It’s not that bad.” You turn around in a circle. “Plus, I do need this job.”

“We’ll find you another job. I’ll find the money to hire you.”

“You don’t even know me. Why are concerned with where I work?”

“Just go change.” He’s pinching his nose. “Please.”

“Carmy. I appreciate that you brought my groceries here and are concerned where I work, but you did fire me yesterday. So I don’t think that I should be passing up a job opportunity based on you not liking a uniform.” You say as you put the coat back on, feeling exposed and embarrassed by his reaction.

“Y/n. Nat told me you were a teacher. You really thinks it’s the best move for you to be dressed like that when a parent shows up to that restaurant?”

“I-I.” You sigh, knowing that he’s right, but you’re getting a bit desperate at the moment. “Good point. I just need something. Preferably one that doesn’t require this much skin.” You look down at your uniform as you open up the coat.

Carmy coughs and his cheeks turn a shade of pink. “I’ll move things around and make it work at the restaurant. Nat said you were good with the paperwork.”

“You promise not to fire me within the first hour?” You smile up at him.

“I promise. Now go burn that uniform.”

You start to walk toward the bedroom to go change into something else. “I have to bring it back to the restaurant or I get charged for it.”

“Jesus. I will pay for it so you don’t have to go back there.”

Looking over your shoulder at Carmy you smile. “Hey Carmy.”

“Yeah?” He looks back at you.

“Thank you. For the job, for everything.”

He nods and points to the bedroom. “Go change.”

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Possibly another part?

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joshslater · 1 year

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Manhood Exchange

The premise is based on a story I read a while back and forgot to bookmark. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I was in a shopping mall when I got the notification on my phone. Out of habit I just tapped the icon and suddenly I got a large, erect cock filling the phone screen. I immediately became aware of where I was and had a few seconds of panic before reassuring myself that no one else saw it. I moved a few steps to somewhere less open, where no one could walk behind me, and had a look again.

It was beautiful. Massive and uncut, with the skin pulled back to expose the pink, gleaming head. Actually the entire cock glistened like he had made a few strokes with precum on his hand and then positioned himself with just the right lighting to make the veins pop a little extra. The truly remarkable part was however the overlay at the bottom of the screen. "$400, quick trade"

I'd been on the Manhood Exchange app long enough to know a cock like this is usually hundred times that price, if not more. Whatever impression you've got from watching porn, people are on a bell curve with cock sizes, and the ones on the higher end of the scale aren't selling. All the people who used to compensate with a big truck suddenly ended up in the same market, competing for the same cocks, and they make a hell of a lot more big trucks than big cocks. Oddly enough there was a market for really small cocks as well, not quite as high prices, but just as small supply. Normal people like me in the middle of the bell curve with no cash to buy and no cock to sell just had to make do.

It's not enough for a cock to just enter the market either, which itself is a thread to needle with the 18-35 eligible age span and clean health declaration. For you to find one it has to be bio-compatible for science reasons and roughly the same race for ethics reasons, though the latter is just a matter of money. Obviously I tapped the "Deal!" button in the app before I even checked out his profile. With that kind of cock everyone would know you either had a shit ton of money, or you could get it by selling. The profile didn't add much though. Just more good-looking images of him and his cock. A text message function as well, but was there really anything to talk about?

You'd think I'd be a bit more careful swapping cock with another man, especially since you can't swap again until all the cells have been replaced because of some quantum spin entanglement bullshit. Ten years with bad meat is a long wait, but I already knew he was a bio-match and healthy, so it was more Fear Of Missing Out. I had some shit I hope I could fence, so I took an instant online loan and had the whole deal closed before I'd passed Baskin Robbins on the way out. Both I and my normal size cock were excited.

Just ten minutes later the phone chimed again with a proposed time for the swap at 7:20 pm, almost three hours away. Though I didn't know anything about this less than an hour ago, any delay felt too long, like I hadn't realized how much I wanted this. What it would mean for my position in the crew. Every minute of waiting was a minute where something could derail everything. My phone could be stolen. The exchange could cancel it for some reason. I tapped "Accept" and headed home with the phone in a secure grip in my pocket.

The instructions after I had accepted were straightforward. Be seated with a naked crotch and open the app ten minutes before the scheduled time for exchange. I decided to be pantsless until then just to be safe, and I set three alarms on the phone. One at 6:50 to sit down, if I wasn't already sitting, one at 7:05 to be ready, and one at 7:09 to open the app. I sent a text to Shawn and told him I wouldn't be joining the crew until later, if at all. No details of why.

Then I just sat down in the comfy chair. Three hours to go. I was only wearing my hat, socks, and T-shirt. And my bling of course. The sweatpants and my trunks were in a pile on the floor, and the phone was charging next to me. My cock was pointing almost straight up.

I realized that it would only be my cock for another few hours or so, and I should say goodbye properly. Normally I would jerk off in the shower or in front of the computer, but since I was already perfectly seated and with an erect cock in front of me I just grabbed it and started to remember all the highlights we'd had. When my neighbor Jamar excited came over and wanted to show me something. He was a few years older, but still occasionally spent some time with me. He showed me into the bathroom, lowered his pants, and told me to do the same. Then he showed me that by pulling on his cock he could get it to "bend" in his words. I remembered waking up one early morning with my boxers wet and worried I'd peed my bed. To my surprise they were filled with slime, but just to be safe I put them under the bed to dry so my mother wouldn't know. I remembered that time I got an erection during a movie screening, and slowly wanked but desperately trying to avoid cumming or anyone else noticing what I did.

I remembered the first time I had sex, the first porn I jerked off to, the first time a date ended in sex, the first time I had sex in a car, the first time I jerked off to a porn video on my mobile. All while doing this I tried to go as slow as I could, like at the movie. Flashing before me were dates, partners, and porn stars, while the top of my cock had some frothy pre-cum. I was shocked when the alarm went off. How the fuck could time have moved that fast. I scrambled to get hold of an old T-shirt within reach, and pretty quickly came into it with a few pumps of cum. Not really the satisfying climax I had envisioned.

Suddenly time was moving slowly again, and I was stuck watching dried off, limp cock in front of me. I became self-conscious about how it looked, worried about if the seller would cancel the trade last minute seeing what a lousy deal it was for him. He'd seen my photos already though, but they were taken erect and with good lighting. What was the cancellation policy anyway? The next alarm went off. Why did I even set that one? I was getting nervous. What if it hurt? There was a lot of news about misteleportations some years ago, and this was way more complicated. I didn't even understand how it worked. I knew the basics of standard teleportation from school. Every particle is a probability wave that exists everywhere, but the probability of it actually being at a specific point is overwhelming. By manipulating the quantum state you can poke the probability so that it is more likely to be somewhere else. Just a change in probability, so it can move instantaneously anywhere in the universe, given enough math. Swapping body parts between people was way harder, so it was bound to have lots of issues that could happen.

The last alarm interrupted my train of thought. I kind of felt not ready. Rich people did this, so it should be safe to do I reasoned, and tapped the activation button on the phone.

"This will start a legally binding contract with Manhood Exchange Incorporated adjudicated in the state of Delaware. Please identify yourself." the phone voice said. I pressed the white circle on the screen with my identification finger, the middle one of course.

"Please sign that you are aware that concluding this transaction will replace your penis, testicles, prostate, and relevant connecting tissue, glands, and other structures with a third party as preliminary agreed." I pressed the circle again, wondering what would happen if I didn't. The $400 would certainly be gone.

"Please sign that you are aware that this is a one-time transfer option with Manhood Exchange Incorporated that cannot be reversed through quantum transplantation." I pressed the circle a third time.

"Please sign that you are aware that both set of testicles will be made infertile through this swap." I pressed the circle a fourth time, not so nervous I barely registered what I had signed. The screen of the phone changed to showing a live video from my selfie camera, showing me half-naked in my lounge chair. "Tap to connect" it said on the screen. I did.

The image quickly changed to show the man from the photos lying down in a white, far more upscale couch than I was sitting in. "Yo, man. You ready to do this?" he asked. His erect cock was just as big as it had looked on the photos, almost looking bigger as it was swaying with his breathing. The instructions on the screen said "Verify the other party is the selected exchange party and that he is seated with exposed crotch."

"Yeah, let's do it." I said, and tapped the Verified button on the screen. I could see from his motions that he did the same, and a timer started on the screen, counting down to 7:20. "So, will it fit in speedos?" I blurted out, still feeling nervous and with several minutes to kill. He chuckled. "Shorts are better for swimming, but you want some tight trunks to keep it in place when you're wearing normal clothes. I use compression shorts a lot."

"Well, you can use whatever with mine."

The last 40 seconds we just stared at the countdown in silence. The actual swap was instant, almost silent, though I wouldn't be able to describe the sound, and without any shimmers of light as you can sometimes see when teleporting. It felt like someone spilled warm water over my crotch, though that quickly went away, but it was replaced with the most amazing, intense horny hardon I've ever felt. It was like the cock was buzzing, craving attention. "Enjoy the wank" the other guy said. "What? Oh. Thanks!" I said and the video was closed from his side.

I grabbed the cock with my hand and instantly felt the difference in size. It was almost the size of my wrist. I just moved my hand up and a trickle of precum oozed out and trickled down over my fingers. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and continued where I had left off, thinking about the most recent porn videos, and in not too long I could feel the buildup of a climax, only this time I was unable to force it back. It just kept building and building, and I think I actually moaned out loud as the first rope of cum erupted. Then another one, and another one. Then I had to open my eyes to look at the mess, and it wasn't any small squirts of cum either. It looked almost comical how my T-shirt was completely soaked in cum, and I was still pumping out a few more ropes.

To my amazement the cock was still semi-erect. I got up and hurried to the bathroom and threw the cum-wet T-shirt. After a quick look at my sticky chest I decided to have a shower. I stripped out of the few remaining items I had on and proceeded to have another wank in the shower. This one lasted a bit longer and produced slightly less cum, but it was still a shocking amount.

I had barely dried and put on my underwear before the new cock started to firm up again. I grabbed the phone and sent a text to the seller in the app. "What the hell is happening with my cock? Were you always hard?"

The app sat silent for a few minutes until a response chimed. "It's called hyperspermia. It's a genetic condition, so not a disease in Manhood Exchange's definition. You'll learn to cope several hours between wanks. It was the precum that bothered me the most. Just drink a lot of water, always wear a condom, and compression shorts really help, as I said. Good luck!"

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stevesjockstrap · 2 months

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hallo hallo hallo, I am here to send you a prompt? If you’d like to do it? (You don’t have to, feel free to ignore this ask)

I feel like Steve would radio-in with everyone post-S4 after a nightmare or something, just to make sure he’s okay, but when he calls Eddie he sounds super upset by it even though he’s trying to play it off and act calm, and after Steve puts the radio away to go back to bed, Eddie goes “oh fuck no” and drives over to check on him in person?

Again feel free to ignore this, I was going to write it myself but I’m tired and have other fic stuff to work on so I thought I’d send it to you since you have requests open :)

have a good day 🩵

Hiiii 🖤 Thanks so much for sending this and for being patient with me!

Keep My Hands In Yours

• @stcreators event 05: dynamics whoops I forgot I was doing this

The ground shuddered under him and Steve looked frantically around at the group. “Move!” He managed to yell and leaped a few feet away, just as the dirt fissured under where he had been standing. Where they’d all been standing. He heard screaming and rushed back over to the edge, where Dustin was grappling to hold onto the edge of the crevice.

As he tried reaching for him, he turned into Robin. And then Max. And then Will. Their faces dirty, their eyes wide as they screamed for his help. As they lost their grip before he could reach for them and Steve screamed with them as they dropped.

Shooting up in bed, he was still screaming. His throat was on fire, his stomach in knots.

Knocking his lamp off his bedside table in his rush to grab for the walkie.

“All call check in. Repeat. Check in. Now. Over.” He realized when he heard his own voice that he should’ve waited another minute to calm down. Even to his own ears it sounded panicked and crazed. Oh well, as long as everyone responded he’d deal with their concerns tomorrow. His heart hammering in his chest, he waited for anyone to answer.

“Henderson clear. Over.” Dustin’s sleepy voice crackled through first.

“Wheelers clear. Over.”

“Sinclairs clear. Over.”

Steve paced his room as one by one they all checked in.

“It was a dream. It’s just a dream. They’re okay.”

“All good here. Steve, man, you alright? Over.”

A sob ripped out of his chest at Eddie’s question. After another long moment of trying to calm down, he knew if he didn’t answer he’d have everyone over here.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Uh all clear. Good night. Over and out.”

He threw the walkie onto his bed and went to the bathroom, running cold water to throw on his face and the back of his neck. Letting himself ignore the hot tears as they came.

Eddie stared down at the walkie for half a second after Steve’s shaky answer. Then he was shoving the blanket off of him and looking for pants on the floor in the dark.

He’d never heard him sound like that before. Even in the middle of the upside down he was confident, in control and solid. Something was wrong.

Shoving his feet into his shoes, he went to their tiny card table to grab his keys and scribbled a note to Wayne. At Steve’s. Meatloaf in the microwave.

It wasn’t until he got in the van and saw the little blinking time that it dawned on him. Three in the morning. Steve must have had a nightmare. Called the check because it was a bad one and needed to make sure everyone was okay. He sped through town, cursing Steve’s parents in their Loch Nora cul de sac all the way on the other side of Hawkins.

He quickly parked next to Steve’s beemer and rushed to the front door, letting himself in.

The deathly quiet house sent a chill up his spine. He’d never really been here alone at night. Movie nights and pool days with the kids were never still or silent.

As he walked down the hall towards Steve’s room, he came out of the bathroom. He looked terrible. Face red and blotchy, dark circles under his eyes.

“Eds, you didn’t have to come. I’m fine,” he sighed, almost collapsing into the doorway.

“No you’re not.”

“Eddie… I-“

Closing the distance between them, he stopped his next lie with a shake of his head. “You don’t have to do that.”

Steve looked up at him with wide wet eyes and Eddie’s heart clenched. “D-do what?”

“Be the strong one all the time. You don’t think I have nightmares? Wake up screaming and look down surprised I’m not torn to shreds again? Huh? And I’ve only been through this shit once. You’ve-“ he reached out and took Steve’s shaking hand in both of his. “You’ve been strong for a long time. You can let it go now, okay? I’ll hold onto you.”

Steve let out a long breath and nodded, letting Eddie guide him back to his bed. This was new, but they’d been dancing around each other since Spring Break. Lingering touches and glances. Hurrying to look away before the other caught them.

Laying on their sides facing each other, their hands still laced together between them, Eddie watched as Steve’s shoulders finally relaxed from their protective hunch by his ears. His breathing slowed, but his eyes were still wide and never leaving Eddie’s face.

Taking the chance, Eddie slowly pulled their conjoined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to Steve’s knuckles. When he didn’t protest, he kissed across all of them before looking up into his eyes again.

“You take care of everyone else. But who takes care of you? All alone in this big echoey house.” He let go of his hand to push the wet droopy hair out of Steve’s eyes and off his forehead. Tucking the too long hair behind his ear, tracing down his jaw with his fingers. His gaze lingered on his lips, watching as they parted on a gasp.

“Eddie, please,” he breathed, so softly he may have missed it if he wasn’t staring at his lips.

“Anything sweetheart, anything you want.”

They searched each other’s eyes for a heart stopping moment before both moving at the same time. Eddie’s hands cradling the back of Steve’s head to angle his face up to deepen the kiss.

Kissing Steve was otherworldly. He could write dozens of songs about the way his lips move against his own. Eddie pulled him closer by his waist and felt his groan rumble through his chest. Softening their kiss, he pecked chaste kisses to his bottom lip then his jaw before pulling back.

Steve kept his eyes closed after Eddie pulled away. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Eddie to remember who he was kissing. He wanted to stay in this bubble, this perfect moment forever.

He received a kiss to his forehead and it shocked him enough to open his eyes.

“Hi.” Eddie was smiling softly, his lips red and wet. He looked so soft, Steve wanted to kiss him again.

“Hi,” he said, uncertainly. His throat was tight again, new tears threatening to spill over.

Eddie noticed, of course. “Stevie. Hey. What is it?” He cradled his face again, so gently, wiping the tears off his cheeks as they fell.

Clenching his fists in Eddie’s shirt, he could only hold onto him and cry as he let the fear and worry and despair wash over him. It was strangely cathartic, crying in front of someone for the first time in as long as he could remember. Usually breakdowns were saved for when he was alone in his car or the shower, where he’d not bother anyone else.

“That’s it, let it all out,” Eddie said lowly.

It sent a new wave of sobs through him. He found himself pulled against a warm chest, tears soaked up by a worn soft band tee.

When the sobs subsided, the sniffling and tears slowed to a stop, wordlessly they moved as one until Eddie was on his back with Steve’s head settled on his chest. Deft fingers played with his hair, soothing the last gnawing doubts in his mind.

He fell asleep listening to the steady beat of Eddie’s heart. Everyone was safe. And now so was he.

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Title from Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan, the bf has been listening to the album on repeat and this song is so steddie

#answered #mine #fic request #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #finntheehumaneater #Steve just needs so many cuddles

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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Mike schimt x reader but

as bodyguard!mike x shy!reader

I’m not the best at requesting things so I hope this helps

Word count: 2040

Paring: Mike Schmidt x Gn! Reader

Summary: After Freddy Fazbear’s, Mike takes a job as a local singer’s bodyguard.

A/n: Thank you for requesting, I enjoyed writing this for you. I hope this is what you were hoping for,but it’s the idea I got from seeing Bodyguard. Anyway keep requesting and have a good day. Just remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

Shortly after the events that happened at Freddy Fazbear’s, Mike desperately needed a new job. Sure he could still keep an eye on the place but after all that happened to him and the fact that he almost lost Abby, he decided finding a different job was for the best. Luckily while looking for work he saw a job posting for a bodyguard position. It wasn’t the best job but the details were simple in it was keeping any eye on a local singer who had a somewhat of a large fan base, and had recently started receiving some unsettling messages and just wanted some extra protection. Upon considering it he figured why not as the chance of animatronics being the culprit was pretty slim, so he applied and waited for a response.

About a week later he received a call offering him the position and requesting he meet with his new boss at Sparky’s dinner. After taking Abby to school he went back home dressed in his best outfit and headed out to meet with the person he would now be protecting. When he entered the dinner and moved to the booth he was directed to by the nerd waiter, he was shocked to see a person wearing a beanie and sunglasses paired with a large coat covering their figure.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Y/n.” he said to the figure as they turned to him quickly and looked back at the table. They gave a small nod, motioning him to sit down with them. “So are you Y/n?” Mike received a nod in response. It didn’t take long to figure out that this person was extremely shy and it probably took a lot for them to have even agreed to hire a bodyguard, let alone become popular enough to need one. “Can I ask what it is you would like me to do as your bodyguard?”

Y/n nodded their head before seemingly realizing they would need to speak to this new person. “I just need you to come with me to my shows on the weekends and keep the creeps away. Nothing has happened yet, but I’d rather be safe. Plus some guy has been sending me mail that says some messed up shit, and I think that if I have someone with me when I go to shows he might stop.” They explained quietly. If Mike hadn’t spent so long with Abby who spoke rather quietly for a while he probably wouldn't have been able to understand what was said, but he understood.

“Not to sound ungrateful for the job, but why get a bodyguard instead of going to the police?” He asked genuinely confused, if some guy was making threats shouldn’t the police do something.

Y/n turned away and mumbled a response before looking at the confused man in front of them. “They won’t do anything. I’ve tried but because there is no proof they are real threats they say there’s nothing they can do.” They spoke a little louder this time.

Mike continued to ask questions about the job, and about Y/n. He learned quickly that they were the lead singer of a local cover band who played at clubs and stuff around. It seemed many people truly enjoyed their music and they apparently had a larger following on the internet as well. Mike also learned that Y/n was always pretty shy and it was their bandmates who pushed them to get a bodyguard. With some sound knowledge of his new job he bid his boss farewell, agreeing to meet them two hours before their next show that friday.

Friday came quicker than he thought it would. But as the time to meet with his boss came closer he realized he had no one to watch Abby while he was working. Everyone he tried was busy and he cursed himself for waiting until the last minute to find a babysitter for his sister. Running out of time he decided she would have to go with him and hopefully beagle to wait backstage during the show. “Abby come on grab your bag and a blanket, you’re coming to work with me tonight.” Mike shouted as he scrambled to find his keys.

The young girl quickly grabbed her backpack and blanket excited to see what fun job her brother had now. “What is your job now?” She asked as she got in the car.

“Just keeping someone safe while they sing for some people. While we are there, either color or sleep, don't go running around, I won't be able to watch you.” he said looking at Abby in the rearview mirror. Receiving a nod he smiled and then headed to the location he was meeting with Y/n at.

When they arrived they went around the back of the club to the employee entrance Mike had been told to go through. He texted Y/n, informing them that he was there and needed to be let in. After only a few minutes, he was greeted by a familiar face opening the door. Y/n greeted him and motioned for him to come inside quickly, noticing the young girl following behind.

“And who is this?” They questioned after greeting Mike. Y/n reached their hand out for Abby to shack.

Before Mike could respond Abby spoke up. “I’m Abby, my brother forgot to find a babysitter before today and didn’t want to leave me home alone.” She said, shaking the kind stranger's hand.

“Sorry about this, I hope it’s okay. I totally forgot to find a sitter and it wasn’t a good idea to leave her home, if it’s okay she can just sit in the back and draw or sleep, she won’t be a problem.” Mike went on explaining why he brought his sister to his first day on the job.

Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, I understand she can sit in the dressing room, I’ll have some of the kitchen staff bring in some food for her as well.” Y/n explained before guiding the pair to the fitting room.

After getting Abby settled in the dressing room, Mike sat and watched as Y/n and their band practiced, enjoying the music and completely amazed at how well the different genres of music flowed and worked together. The band played anything from My Chemical Romance to Bon Jovi, even some older country music. It wasn’t necessarily the kind of music you would think would fit a club but after rehearsal Y/n had explained that all kinds of people visited the club and over time requested most of the songs they played in their sets now, and so it evolved into this crazy mixture of music from every genre.

A few hours later Y/n’s band had finished their performance and decided to enjoy the rest of the night while a different group performed. Mike decided that since he noticed Y/n head to the bathroom he would quickly go in the back to check on Abby. When he got to the dressing room he saw Abby asleep on one of the chairs and headed back out to keep an eye on Y/n. Reaching the busy club he spotted Y/n trying to get a drink from the bar. Keyword there being trying, there was an older man who kept talking to them, completely ignoring the fact they were trying desperately to ignore him.

Seeing this as one of the things he was hired to help stop he approached the pair. “Excuse me Sir, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave them alone. They're not interested and I would hate to cause a scene.” Hearing his voice Y/n moved to stand behind Mike.

The man that had been bugging Y/n turned to Mike. “And why do you think such a pretty thing isn’t interested in me? What are you their boytoy coming to protect them?” The man sneered at Mike. He then reached his hand out to grab Y/n’s arm. “I think we were having a pleasant chat.”

Spotting the hand reaching for Y/n, Mike quickly threw a powerful punch into the man’s face, receiving a resounding crack as his nose broke under the force. “They aren’t interested in you because you’re a creep. And I’m just here to keep creepy bags of trash from making them uncomfortable.” With that Mike quickly guided Y/n back to the dressing room apologizing for punching the guy even if he deserved it.

Once in the safety of the dressing room, Y/n couldn’t help but cry. “Thank you for stopping that guy, he just kept on insisting that he buy me a drink when all I was trying to do was get some water.” They said quietly, having noticed Abby asleep when they came in. Even though they had barely known Mike for a week they couldn’t help but to fall into his chest hugging him thanks.

Realizing how distressed Y/n was Mike made a decision. “How about you tell your bandmates that I’m gonna give you a ride home, that way you can get out of here and not deal with any more crazy people tonight.” He offered gently running a hand down their back in a comforting way.

Y/n nodded in agreement accepting the offer and then quickly texted their friends explaining what happened and that Mike would be taking them home. After that Mike gently woke Abby, grabbing her bag and blanket. He guided a half asleep Abby, and Y/n out to his car. He got Y/n’s address from them and proceeded to take them home before going home to sleep himself.

After a few months of working for Y/n, Mike grew closer to them and found himself hanging out with them even when it wasn’t for work. They had become great friends, and instances like the first night he worked for Y/n happened less and less. It also seemed their band’s fans ahad noticed him not only at the clubs they performed but the online fan base began to notice him in videos and were asking for answers. They all wanted to know who the guy always hanging around Y/n was and why he just suddenly appeared. Don’t even get them started on the theories, most of which were that Mike was Y/n’s boyfriend and they were trying to keep it quiet.

With the growing speculation, Y/n decided (more like the band told them) that they need to address this with their fans, and asked Mike to join them for a quick Youtube video. Mike met up with Y/n at their apartment, ready to address the concerns. After setting up the cameras Y/n had Mike wait out of shot before starting the video.

“S-sso we have seen your questions about the guy who can be seen near the stage in all of our videos over the past months, and have decided It’s time to tell you guys the truth. So without further ado this is Mike, My bodyguard.” Y/n motioned for Mike to sit next to them. He gave a small wave to the camera and a quiet hi. “He’s been working for me for a few months because someone was making threats and he’s been at all the shows to make sure nothing happens to me, and he has saved me from so many creeps in that time.” Y/n smiled. “And with the pressure from my Bandmates, and you guys of course I’ve decided to introduce him.”

They recorded for probably twenty more minutes answering some questions that had been asked over the past few months before signing off and sending the video to be edited. Deciding to not let the day go to waste, Mike Invited Y/n out for lunch and a movie. Maybe he started as just their bodyguard but he was slowly becoming more. If the fans were right about him being Y/n’s boyfriend was unclear right now but it was starting to look like that would soon change. Though they wouldn’t tell them that yet.

#fnaf movie x reader #fnaf x reader #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike x reader #gn!reader

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apocalypse-shuffle · 7 months

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DANNY "JED OLSEN" JOHNSON | THE GHOST FACE (dead by daylight)

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“Strike a Pose” (Danny Johnson | “Jed Olsen” & Fem!Reader)

| You’re almost one of The Ghost Face’s victims, until you realize you’re the current object of his curiosity of course.

| NSFW, canon typical violence, psychological trauma (TW: general sadism, forced blood consumption, knife licking, no Smut - implied or otherwise - but Danny's dialogue is suggestive enough that it could be triggering.) - Doesn’t have to be read as slash like at all, but you can read it however you like.

| Also I used Danny for this but it doesn’t take place in the Entity’s realm or anything. His Ghostface just fit. Also, over the course of researching for this fic, I realized that a lot of the fics I’ve read with Danny’s Ghostface didn’t technically have his “canon” personality - and honestly in those fics he read more like Mickey almost. I mention it because I had to switch up my original concept once I realized his personality in the game was different than what I’d previously seen and I blame you people. (pic source: DbD promotional material)

| 1k+ words

It takes a crash and blurred movement out of the corner of your eye for the scene in front of you to clarify and then a scream tears its way up your throat.

The reverberation into the still air seemed to be the kick in the ass everyone needed because then you’re all moving. Not sticking around to watch the man in the mask finish climbing through the window, or to bear witness to how he instantly rushes to gut one of your friends. You lose track of damn near everyone except Alyssa, who you’re following to the back door - it was her house if anyone knew how to escape it’d be her. Leaving the image of Tiny’s mangled face and contorted body behind.

Fuck. You’d told your friends somebody was following y’all earlier.

An even worse problem occurs when a burst of ruckus sounds from way too close behind you for comfort and a high pitched wail of a scream starts up from another one of your friends; Cayla. That means there’s only two of you left now. The thump of a body and squelch of metal through flesh feels close enough to be at your feet.

It startles you bad, your vision blurring for a second. Then you make a hard left and run headlong into a wall. You collide with it hard enough to force a wheeze past your lips and for more tears to sprout from your eyes due the pressure on your nose. Even your hearing fails you for a couple seconds after impact, the sounds of your friends being slaughtered around you muted to nothing.

You have to take a moment to reorient yourself; your nose wasn’t bleeding but it was pounding something serious and you have to force yourself to wait until you can hear again to start back up looking for a way to escape. It doesn’t take long after you’ve reorganized your game plan for you to realize the now missing variable to your original plan.

“Shit,” you whimper, you lost Alyssa.

Once you're able, you turn around to see where she would have run off to only to be met with a dark smudge of movement before you’re face to face with black robes and a stark white mask. Even him just barely managing to stop himself from crashing into the adjacent wall doesn’t bring your situation any levity.

You give a muffled cry but even before you’ve turned to run you know he’s going to catch you. So said so done too, because not four steps in does a body slam into you from behind. The force sends your head bouncing off yet another fucking wall but this time you really do cry as your nose gives way beneath the pressure with a dull crunch and your body trips over itself to get away.

Without your say so you’re turned around, back slammed up against the wall that’d just been intimately acquainted with your nose, and your eyes assaulted by an emotionless ghost mask all up in your face.

The whimper that falls past your lips is downright pathetic and in any other situation you’d be embarrassed. Admittedly though, you’d like to afford yourself some grace in your last few moments alive.

The man in front of you gives a low hum, bloody knife in hand making tiny absentminded cuts into the air, while he inspects you. Face soiled with blood, snot and tears as you tremble with the force of held in sobs you know you must make quite the picture. Out of all the places you could’ve died young in, it was going to be goddamn “always safe” suburbia.

Life was funny like that.

When the man pulls away a bit more and brandishes the sleek bloody hunters knife to you though, you can’t muster up the desire to laugh.

“Go ahead,” he murmurs, voice monotone. Even so he sounds - terrifyingly - like he’s mocking you. “Lick it clean…indulge a recurring fantasy of mine…and maybe you’ll survive to see daylight.”

For a beat all you can give him is this wide eyed stare - he wants you to do what? - but when he tsks some greater energy has you rushing to lurch forward. Scared he’ll change his mind in one quick swoop you run the tip of your tongue up the flat side of the hunting knife. The blood is fresh enough that you easily cut a clear line through it to the metal underneath. Could you get malaria from this? Syphilis?

There’s a sharp exhale then, like you’d genuinely caught him off guard.

“Atta girl,” he says, lowly. “I knew you’d be good for me.”

You only make a small wounded noise in response.

The next thing that pings into your mind is the taste. You almost yoke from it right then and there before another thought, that this blood was your friends’ (who were now dead as hell) pervades and you remind yourself that you didn’t want to add to the next layer of crimson.

So you keep licking in spite of the twinge of copper in your mouth and this weird man’s reactions to you. His eyes that you can’t see but damn sure can feel across the exposed planes of your dark skin. It’s a near physical thing crawling across your body and making you shiver. You snivel, blinking away the tears in your eyes, and swallow down another gulp of blood in the name of survival.

What feels like an eternity of this goes by till the motions of you slowly - determinedly - getting through the majority of the blood on the first side become a background action.

Passingly you find yourself hoping that Alyssa got help, that someone will be here soon to save you. You just had to stall long enough. You could do it, come on—

“Look at you,” he says, almost lively enough to be crooning. “Look at how low you’ll go to survive.”

The break in the silence, being forced back into the moment, makes your trembling start anew.

He chuckles lowly when the speed of your tears starts to pick back up.

“This feels better though doesn’t it?” He gestures lazily at your head and then the greater expanse of the house. “Not having to lie to yourself all the time?”

The knife gets tilted away mid lap and the way he points the tip of the blade more predominantly towards himself subconsciously forces you to look straight at him.

“It’s rude not to answer a question, Y/n.”

Now your eyes snap fully to attention, attempting to meet the killer's gaze beneath the mask even as the blood freezes in your veins so succinctly your body shivers.

Even so you do your best to convey with your eyes just how much you disagree with his reading of the situation. Fuck him, you’re not- you’re not enjoying this.

“How- my name? How do you—?”

“Hn,” he replies, cutting through your blubbering. It’d be a scoff if he’d put any inflection behind it. “I’ll be nice, since I took most of my energy out on your friends, and take that as a yes.”

“No,” you gasp. You shake your head, swinging side to side so fast his form blurs before you stop.

“Alyssa got away.” You’re sure she did. It couldn’t possibly have taken you that long to recover, and she was ahead of you. No way she didn’t make it to the door! “She got away,” you say again, voice fainter.

She had to have, you didn’t know what—

“Did she?”

You shudder, eyes fluttering around him in a daze before focusing quick on the knife as it swings back to your mouth.

“Here. Keep licking,” he says, the blade waves lazily. “Maybe you’ll pick up on the notes of bitterness from all that smoking she did.”

All you do is stare up at him. Your eyes are starting to sting from all the salt and have long gone red with irritation.

His grip on the handle tightens, leather gloves creaking.

“Now.”

You start back up on autopilot and actually - to your utmost shock - start trying to taste for any hint of bitterness under the metallic twang. You hiccup roughly, body trying and failing to regulate itself, when you find it. Nose wrinkling in disgust another wave of bile threatens to crash over you.

The knife is snatched away.

You wouldn’t dare say you were grateful for the reprieve, but you do take full advantage of the opportunity to desperately take in a few gulps of air. Being in this situation was embarrassing enough without you puking all over your tormentor; whatever satisfaction you gained from it would surely be extinguished by the absolutely feral way he’d kill you.

You’d seen what he did to Tiny, heard just how awful his attack on Cayla had been. For a man you didn’t at all recognize the voice of he’d went in on Tiny like a rabid animal, except there’d been no hope of her escaping. He’d been brutal but fast, your friend had wailed all the way to her grisly death. There was zero mercy in this man’s speed and just thinking about it makes one horrible sob shake loose from your throat.

He lets you get a few more tentative swipes in. Let’s you finish shining the first side of the knife, before seeming to fully deem you not worthy of stabbing - at least immediately - and tilting the knife smoothly away. His breaths are as shaky as yours before he clears his throat.

“Now close your eyes.” He chuckles at how long it takes for you to blink up at him. Your eyebrows furrow.

The broad side of the knife taps at your upper lip in chastisement. He tsks again. It’s an exaggerated sound, overly harsh.

“Come on, you’re so close. Just shut your eyes. I’ll make sure you get it all.”

Once again you can’t help but to search for his gaze. Whether looking for reassurance, or something else, you don’t know. The black eye holes of the gaunt mask reveal nothing either way but, abdomen tight and hands shaking, you do as requested.

A low pleased sound and then the knife is back at your mouth, moving along with your tongue like promised. Making sure you lap up all the blood. After that all you really have to focus on is doing your best to behave while avoiding this jackass cutting you up.

A rough voice drags you back to yourself.

“Say cheese.”

He sounds like he’s smiling, the dark chuckle he lets out only confirming your suspicions, and just as you look up in confusion there’s a flash of bright light that has you blinking back spots.

When you finally regain your vision the knife is so clean it glints in the moonlight and its wielder is staring down at a digital camera.

“Sweet,” he murmurs quietly before his attention is suddenly back on you.

You suck in a sharp breath and he sounds a helluva lot like he’s not holding you at knifepoint when he speaks next. He boops your nose with the flat of the blade, laughing at how you jump.

“I’ll find you,” he says, casual as anything. “Make it fun for me.”

Your heart seizes in your chest as he walks off; the sobs you’d been barely holding back break free, instantly rubbing your throat raw with their force.

Death would’ve been a kinder faith.

NOTES: Well…Hope you enjoyed!!!

First Halloween fic of the month!

Logistically, I knew this fic was fucked up but it wasn’t until I had to post it and started tagging it that I realized just how fucked up. I was clearly reliving some stuff here, that was not on purpose.

This was the only Halloween fic I had ready to go though, and I was not missing out on posting on the first day of the month. Also, I know Danny probably isn’t supposed to be a Ghostface who’s clumsy enough to be stumbling into shit, but it’s a staple! I couldn’t help myself!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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pjoxreader · 11 months

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Hii! Can I request Frank/Reyna/Hazel asking if reader wants to come live with them in New Rome after the war is over? I’m a sucker for cute domestic bliss bro. Like the reader has a sort of “I don’t know where I belong” moment and they’re ask if the reader would want to stay with them

Asking Reader to Live in New Rome

((So sorry for the long wait on this I hope you still enjoy it! 🫡))

Frank Zhang

-Frank was forced with the realization of his mortality at a young age. And Because of that, he never once took anything in his life for granted, and that included you.

- He thought of himself as the luckiest person on earth to be able to call you his. It was like you were everything he ever dreamed of and more. Through fighting monsters and being stuck on the Argo Two together he never took a second of your time for granted.

-But now the quest was over which left the question of ‘what now?’. You were both sitting on the Argo watching the stars and just enjoying each other's company in a peaceful silence for a few moments.

-”So… Have you decided what camp you want to stay at?” Frank looks over to you holding your hand to help ease his nerves as he tries to not get his hopes up. He sees your brows furrow in thought making him almost feel bad for asking.

-”I… In all honesty I’m not sure… I don’t feel like I belong to either camp. Neither really feels like home.” you admit as you look up into the starry night sky. There’s another beat of silence before Frank gently rubs his thumb along your hand to help soothe you.

-”You… You could always come with me to New Rome?” he suggests, as you look over at him in surprise you see a bright red dusting his cheeks. “Well… I know you feel like home to me…” he continues. “It doesn’t matter where we go as long as we’re together right? Then that means we’re home.” his voice was a soft whisper as if this was a secret between the two of you. You can’t help but tear up a bit at that and press a gentle and loving kiss to his lips. “Yeah… I’m home.” you whisper gently to him.

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano

-The war was over. But now was the question on everyone’s mind. ‘What now?’. Reyna had plenty of work to do at Camp Jupiter, trying to piece together the camp after everything that had happened…

-It wasn’t going to be easy, that's for sure. But there is one thing she knew, she’d want you to stay by her side. You had more than proven yourself during the war and she’d trust no one more to watch her back.

-So she heads off to find you. You were sitting down on Half Blood Hill looking over the camp as the sunsets cast the cabins in a beautiful orange glow. Without a word she sits beside you looking over the camp, even she had to admit there was a charm to this place.

-”I… Don’t know if I should stay.” you admit softly after a moment. There was pain in your voice as you choked out those words, you didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was true. You weren’t sure if you should or not and it was eating you up inside. Reyna looks over to you studying your expression as she works out what would be the best to say.

-”There’s… Always room for you in Camp Jupiter. New Rome is a place where all demi-gods will be able to retire… Even us.” she says looking over at the camp avoiding looking you in the eye as her cheeks had a dusting of pink. You can’t help but blink in surprise feeling your cheeks flush at her words.

-”Are… Are you asking me to move in with you?” you manage to choke out. Reyna clears her throat trying to hide her own blush with the little cough. “And… If I am?” you feel your heart flutter at that as you take her hand, watching the sunset once again feeling your heart fill with love. You could feel all your previous anxieties melting away. “I’d love too…”

Hazel Levesque

-The war had ended, the peace had been made, and now everyone would be working together to piece together what they could. Now that things had settled down and everyone was working on the next steps of their life you were stuck, torn between two camps.

-The seven were splitting up, divided between the camps. They knew which camp was their home, but… You didn’t. You weren’t sure where you belonged, you knew the seven were your family, but now it felt like your family was being torn apart.

-Of course that wasn’t true, you could visit each camp whenever you wanted but it wasn’t the same. You sigh quietly flopping back into the sand as you were at the beach of Camp Half Blood. You couldn’t sleep with all these thoughts racing in your head so you decided to take a walk. -”Can’t sleep?” A familiar voice calls as Hazel sits beside you laying down in the sand as well. You can’t help your smile knowing Hazel was beside you. You really did love her and she always seemed to show up exactly when you needed her.

-”Just… Thinking a lot… I… Can’t decide which camp to stay in…” You admit to her. She hums softly at that holding your hand and rubbing her thumb along your knuckles to soothe you. “Well… In New Rome we can relax…? Not have to worry about monsters, have a place to relax and settle down… Oh! And they have amazing hot coco.” She rants out moving one hand as she explains all this to you.

-You can’t help but blush as you sit up to look at her better, seeing her cheeks were flushed red. “Are… Are you asking me to move in with you?” She sits up as well smiling a bit nervously. “Is that a no…?” You must have looked really surprised if she thought it was a no. “No! I mean, not no! I’d…” you groan as you cover your face with a bright red blush as you get flustered, which at least gets her to giggle. You take a breath sorting out your words. “I’d love to move in with you.”

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yorshie · 4 months

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Hey, Yorshie! Fun fact: I was the one who sent in the original prompt for Raph with the phrase "tell me it was a lie. tell me you're playing with me right now." You did SUCH a great job with it.

After deleting my reply to your other post, I kept thinking about it trying to remember exactly what my reply had been, and then I was like... hm. I'm gonna. I'm gonna write that, actually. So, here's a present for you Yorshie! My first ever reader-insert piece. (Obviously, feel free to delete/not post this if it's too... idk. Anything. I hope this is an okay thing to do.)

Another fun fact: the title in my gdoc is "Yorshie's Gift" lol <3

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You would recognize the rumble of that motorcycle anywhere.

No one else had realized, yet, just how much danger you were all about to be in. The others were still hauling boxes into the back of the truck. Only you were frozen, hands hovering in the air above the box you’d been reaching for.

You needed to get everyone out of here fast. Most of these new recruits were just kids, barely out of high school. Searching for a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose, like you had when you first joined years ago. Every year there were more. Kids who had never believed they even had a chance at a future, kids who got caught up in the pretty lies and promises that the clan used to suck them in. You hated to see it happen, but there was really nothing you could do about it. You had agreed to lead this excursion, hoping at least that you could be there to ensure no one got hurt.

The rumble was getting louder.

You jerked up, hissing out an order to retreat. The others paused in their movements to look at you, surprised, and you felt a wave of frustration and terror constrict your lungs as they stared at you.

Their hesitation would get them killed.

“Move your ass!” You shoved the keys of the truck into the hands of the nearest member and pushed them toward the front. “Now!”

Thankfully, they started to scramble. Within seconds the truck peeled away, leaving behind at least half of the goods you had been ordered to secure. You really couldn’t fucking care less. You made sure the recruits who hadn’t been able to fit in the truck were headed toward safety, too, before starting to run.

And then you stopped.

The rumble was so loud, now, that you could almost feel the vibrations in your chest. He’d be here any second. You should run. You should run. The last words he’d spoken to you, weeks ago, echoed in your mind.

“I’d better not see you again. If I do, my face is the last thing you’ll ever see, I can promise you that.”

You knew what you would be running from, but… what exactly were you running toward? More listless days with your mind lost in a haze of regret? More nights alone with your chest hollow and aching? Before him, you hadn’t even realized that you were just going through the motions of your life. And then you had found what you were looking for, after all this time. You had found that sense of belonging, that purpose that you had so desperately sought out when you were too young to know any better and you had turned to the foot clan. And when you’d found what you’d been looking for, it hadn’t even been something you found in the foot clan itself. You’d found it in their enemy.

Raphael.

Then you’d lost him. It was your own goddamn fault, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. The weeks since he’d found out had left you feeling untethered. Floating through the days, wondering what the fuck the point was, anyway. You hadn’t realized just how much he had changed your life, just how much he had changed you. And now, without him…

You didn’t want to run anymore.

A strange sense of finality settled over you. It’s what you deserved, anyway, wasn’t it? You were a criminal. No matter what circumstances had led you here, no matter how trapped you had felt… you were still a criminal. And you had still lied to him, for so long.

And maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. For his face to be the last one you ever saw.

Tires squealed, pulling you from your thoughts, and then he was there. You watched him leap from his bike, sprinting down the alley straight toward you, and the adrenaline that burst through you reminded you that you should run. You were wearing your full gear, face covered by the mask that had been replaced after he’d crushed your old one in his hand. He didn’t even know it was you. You could still slip away into the shadows, you could still-

You didn’t move.

He was fast, faster than most people could even follow, but time seemed to slow as he approached. You could see the determination, the anger in his expression. In the tense set of his shoulders. But beneath that, there was a weary sadness. And despite the fear that was clawing its way up your throat, that sadness that you saw was what solidified your decision.

An enormous fist, clenched around a sai, barrelled toward you, but you focused instead on Raphael’s face. The last face you’d ever see. So angry and tired and sad, and it looked like that because of you.

Yeah. You deserved this.

And the blow hit.

WWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! OMG YOUR FIRST READER INSERT AND YOU SEND IT TO ME????? *crying* LET’s GO!!!

Wow! Your pacing is very good *trying not to cry* I was totally immersed *tears start falling* and the feeling! The feel- *breaks down sobbing* omg what if raph takes off the mask at the end OR DOESNT WHICH ONE IS WORSE!!!!???

*straight up bawling at this point* im fine! It’s just. It really hit me in the angst corner. Don’t mind me I’m just. Gonna slide along the floor in a little raccoon puddle.

But IT WAS A GOOD READ. IMMA READ IT AGAIN!!

Also! If you ever write for the turtles again, please tag me. I’d love to be in your tag list and I’d love to read it.

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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clear head ~ steve harrington;stranger things

part one

word count: 2988

request?: no

description: after the lust and excitement clears away, she realizes that dating her sister’s ex-boyfriend is a massive mistake

pairing: steve harrington x female!wheeler!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut from the previous part

masterlist (one, two)

After Steve brought me home, I was in bed and the lust from our pool side activities subsided, I realized that what had happened that night was a bad idea.

There was the obvious bad, which was the fact that he was my sister’s ex-boyfriend. I know Steve said she ended it and was possibly moving on with someone else, but that didn’t erase the fact that they had a relationship, and doing...whatever it is I was doing with Steve was definitely against the sister code or something.

Then there was the less obvious but still highly possible bad: that Steve was using me as a rebound.

He didn’t seem like that kind of person, but then again I had only had one conversation with him. A conversation that soon led to a sexual act between us that would’ve also led to actual sex if we had been in a more private setting.

But Nancy wore he was a good guy, and he wants to take me out for breakfast in the morning.

But he said that after you turned him down for sex. He could just be trying to get in your pants.

I was so conflicted that I was up most of the night. When the sun started peaking through my curtains I could feel the exhaustion in my body, but it was too late to try and sleep now.

After hours of thought, I decided I wouldn’t go out with Steve that day. All signs pointed to it being a bad idea, so I decided to stop my heartbreak before it happened.

Even if this was something I had wanted for a long time.

Eventually, I got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. I splashed my face with cold water to wake myself, to little success.

“You look like shit,” my little brother, Mike, commented as he shoved past me to look in the mirror.

“Watch your mouth or I’ll tell mom,” I muttered.

“And I’ll tell her you went to that party last night.”

“Jokes on you, I already told her.” I stuck my tongue out at him and started to walk away.

“Yeah, with Nancy. But Nancy didn’t go, and that definitely wasn’t Nancy who brought you home.”

My eyes widened and I quickly spun around to face Mike again. “Okay, I won’t say anything to mom. You better keep your mouth shut about me coming home with someone else to her and to Nancy.”

Mike rolled his eyes and shut the bathroom door. I trusted he wouldn’t say anything to Nancy about seeing me with Steve. There was a chance he didn’t even see who had brought me home that night, but there was also a chance he recognized Steve’s car from all the times that he had come over to visit Nancy. I was hoping to keep last night by the pool a secret as long as I possibly could.

I turned to go back to my room and yelped in surprise to find Nancy stood behind me.

“Sorry sis, didn’t mean to scare you,” she said with a chuckle. “Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I-I’m just tired,” I said. “I didn’t sleep well.”

“You look tired. No offense. Were you out late to the party?”

I almost blanched at her question, but then I remembered that she knew I was going to Steve’s party because I told her to tell mom and dad she had taken me there. There’s no way she’d know what happened there...I hoped.

“Not too late. I was home by curfew. Just couldn’t get to sleep afterwards.”

“Maybe you should go lay down for a while before breakfast.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but at that moment our mom called up to tell us breakfast was on the table. I looked back at Nancy and shrugged. I’d just have to deal with being tired all day. Luckily it was a Saturday, so I had no school and no responsibilities. I could just lay in bed all day if I wanted to.

The four of us sat around the table as mom put food on the plates and placed them in front of us. Everyone began to dig into their food, but my exhaustion mixed with my guilty conscious caused a lack of appetite for me. Even though it definitely smelled mouthwatering.

“(Y/N), honey, are you okay?” mom asked.

“I’m fine, mom,” I assured her. “Not very hungry.”

“Did something happen at the party last night?”

Please everyone stop asking me about the party.

“No, nothing happened,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “I didn’t even really participate in it. Parties aren’t really my scene.”

“Why did you even go then?” Mike asked.

“Maybe I don’t wanna be couped up in the house all the time like you, you basement dweller,” I retorted.

“Hey, both of you,” mom said in her stern voice.

I glared at Mike across the table as he returned the look. I swear, having a little brother is some sort of curse. I think mom and dad should’ve stopped having kids after they had Nancy and me.

I was still looking at Mike as I raised my glass of juice to my lips. My eyes wandered to the window behind him and I realized someone was looking in at me. I gasped at the same time the juice entered my mouth, causing me to choke and cough violently.

It was Steve.

I put my glass down and tried to get the liquid out of my lungs, glad that I was causing such a disruption that no one saw him slip around the side of the house.

“Sorry,” I wheezed after a while. “Sorry, it went down the wrong way.”

“Geez, you’re a wreck, (Y/N),” Mike said.

“Mike,” mom warned. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I’m good now. But I may go up to my room and see if I can rest a little or something. I definitely don’t feel myself.”

I dumped my food in the garbage and placed my dishes into the sink before bounding up the stairs to my room. I had left my door open when I got up, and I was glad everyone else was down at the dinner table because there was Steve, laying on my bed, which was directly by my wide open door.

I quickly rushed into my room and closed the door behind me, locking it for good measure. Steve glanced at me for a second before turning back to the wall of posters in front of him.

“I didn’t expect you to have stuff like that on your wall,” he commented. “Is that a Metallica poster? You listen to Metallica?”

“What are you doing in my room?!” I whisper-yelled.

“Well, I thought I was picking you up for a breakfast date, but then I saw you at the table with your family and I’ll be honest, I’m a little heartbroken.”

I ran a hand through my hair. I had to get him out of here before anyone came upstairs. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing him here, especially not Nancy.

“You have to go,” I told him. “You can’t get caught in my room. My mom will flip.”

“I’ll go if you come with me.”

He looked up at me with big, hazel puppy dog eyes. It was almost enough to get me to cave, until I remembered the concerned look Nancy had given me earlier and remembered the connection between her and Steve.

“I’m not going to breakfast with you,” I said. “Last night was a mistake, Steve. It can’t happen anymore.”

He looked genuinely hurt as he sat up. “What? Where did that come from? You seemed all for it last night when we - ”

“Yeah, I was,” I cut him off. The last thing I needed was for him to remind me of the events of last night while he was here, in my room, looking as handsome as always. God, this is a dream come true and I’m about to turn him down. I’m an idiot. “But when I got home I realized that we can’t keep doing this. For one, you’re my sister’s ex-boyfriend - ”

“(Y/N), I’ve already told you she broke up with me, not the other way around."

“I know that, but it still feels wrong to be doing any of this with you knowing the connection you have to her. I don’t want her to think I’m betraying her or something. As lame as it sounds, Nancy is my life long best friend. I don’t want to ruin that.”

“That doesn’t sound lame. It must be really nice to have a sibling that you’re close to.”

Oh my God, he’s making this so difficult by being so cute.

I sat down next to him, testing myself to see if I could be close to him without throwing caution to the wind and jumping his bones. I took a deep breath and forced myself to ask the question I was really wondering, “How do I know you’re not using me as a rebound?”

He looked at me in disbelief. I wanted to believe it was real, that he was truly shocked that I’d ever think such a thing, but my mind kept telling me that he could just be pretending. All of this could be pretend, although I really, really didn’t want it to be.

“You’d really think I’d do that?” he asked. The hurt came through in his voice and I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach.

“I don’t know, Steve. That’s the thing. I don’t really know you. I know you dated my sister. I know you’re the most popular guy at school. I know we had one conversation and it led to you eating me out and trying to have sex with me by your pool. That doesn’t exactly scream to me that you’re trying to have a relationship and not just get in my pants after my sister broke your heart.”

Instead of responding, Steve cupped my face and leaned into me. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, I felt his lips on mine again. It was a softer kiss than the night before; less lust and more emotion. I placed my hands against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against them. It was beating quickly, almost like he was excited or nervous.

It boosted my confidence quite a bit to know that I, nerdy (Y/N) Wheeler, could make popular Steve Harrington feel that way.

When he pulled away I almost pouted like a child, but stopped myself. He rested his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes.

“Did that feel like just a rebound?” he asked.

I bit my lip and shook my head a little.

“If you need more proof, I’ll do anything. Whatever you want to show you that this isn’t just me trying to get in your pants.”

“Whatever I want?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” he confirmed.

My mouth moved before my mind could catch up with them. “We don’t have sex for six months.”

The comment seemed to throw both of us off. That was far from what I had wanted considering the events of the night before, but after I said it, it did seem like a fair trade.

“If you want to prove to me that this isn’t a rebound, then you should be fine with waiting until we have sex for the first time,” I explained before he could say anything else. “And that includes no more oral, no handsy stuff, nothing sexual. For the time being, anyways. I may change my mind on those last few things.”

I was surprised when Steve answered with no hesitation. “Okay. You have a deal.”

One of his hands left my face to take hold of mine and to shake it. I giggled at the gesture.

“So, why don’t we start things right with that breakfast date?” he asked. “I parked a few houses down so your family wouldn’t see my car and start asking questions. I can meet you outside and we’ll walk there together?”

My empty stomach rumbled in response. Up until that moment, I had forgotten that I hadn’t eaten all day. I was hardly about to pass up food from anyone at this point.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there in, like, five minutes. I should probably change if I’m going out in public.” I had also forgotten I was still in my pajamas.

“I don’t know, I think the bunnies are cute,” Steve said, poking my fluffy pink pants with white bunnies on them. I batted his hand away, my face growing warm again. “I’ll meet you down there in five.”

He kissed my cheek again before quietly slipping out of my window. The moment he was gone, I quickly jumped up and grabbed a pair of jeans and the first t-shirt I could find. I brushed out my bed head until I was sure it looked presentable and hurried down the hall to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth. I was grateful I had done so before bed, too, so that I didn’t have horrible morning breath when Steve kissed me.

Mike was in the basement and Nancy had left after breakfast, so it was just mom I had to get past. That would be easy. Although mom could be strict, if I told her a believable enough lie she wouldn’t question it, or bring it up to Nancy.

“Are you feeling better, honey?” she asked as I came down the stairs and started towards the door.

“A little, but I remembered I told Holly I’d go study with her today,” I replied.

“On a Saturday?”

“Yeah, she has this huge test coming up this week. She’s super stressed out about it.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll do fine. Holly is a smart girl.”

“I know, but you know what it’s like to be stressed over school.” I kissed her cheek and even went in to kiss dad’s too, for good measure. “I’ll be back in a few hours!”

I rushed out the door before they could say anything else. Holly was my best friend and only lived about a block away, so I knew mom wouldn’t feel inclined to call her if I wasn’t home for a while. I just had to remember to call Holly and tell her the story in case mom ever asked.

Like he promised, Steve was waiting by the door when I came out. I couldn’t help but smile brightly at him, which he returned with his own smile.

He took my hand in his and led me down the street to his car. My stomach filled with butterflies as I kept glancing at our joined hands. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. I was actually going on a date with Steve Harrington, he was actually holding my hand, I was actually getting in his car with him.

If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.

He took me to a small diner that wasn’t too busy at that time of the day. I was relieved for that as I hadn’t thought about the risk of someone who knew us seeing us together until that moment.

We were seated in a booth in a quiet corner of the diner and the waitress took our drink orders. As I looked over the menu, Steve started with the standard first date questions that always had to be asked.

“So, what do you like to do for fun, besides all that brainy stuff?”

I shot him a look before scanning the menu again. “You know, you’re not supposed to make fun of someone you’re trying to date.”

“Hey, I’m not making fun of you. I think it’s awesome that you’re so smart and into that stuff. I wish I was that good academically, or even just half that good.”

I looked up at him again to see he was being sincere. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. “You’re like the worst popular guy ever, you know. You’re supposed to make fun of the geeky math girl.”

“Maybe I want to break those stereotypes.”

We were silent for a moment, just looking at each other. The longer I spent time with Steve, the more I was surprised by the things I was learning about him.

“I guess I like movies,” I said with a shrug. “And reading, and music.”

“Yeah, heavy music. Seriously, are you really into Metallica?”

“Yeah, I really am. Their first album came out last year and I was really into it. Mom and dad hated it because they think it’s the devil’s music or whatever, so I mainly listen to it on my Walkman with my headphones on whenever they’re home.”

“What other bands are you into?”

“Well, you saw the posters on my wall; Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Kiss, AC/DC to name a few. I like discovering new stuff, so I’ll sometimes go to the record shop with Holly and see what’s new or popular and buy a cassette or two.”

“What about movies? What kind of movies are you into?”

“This will probably be less surprising, but I really like funny movies or romantic ones. Like Grease, The Outsiders, Valley Girl. There’s a new movie with Tom Cruise that just came out and I’d really like to see it because I kind of have a crush on him since Holly and I saw The Outsiders in the theatre a few months ago.”

“Is that the one where he plays the football star?” Steve asked. “I’ve been dying to see that one! Maybe we could go see it together.”

A second date already. Maybe this really is for real.

I couldn’t help the beaming smile on my face. “I’d love to.”

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The Dunes | e.m.

A/N: Reposting this because I tweaked the ending a lil bit... hehe. Also, “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” didn’t come out until 1979, so (realistically), you and Eddie would’ve been almost in high school by the time it came out and, therefore, would not have spent your whole childhood singing along to it. However, it’s my (midwestern) family’s road-trip anthem so I had to include it. Thank you @chainsawmunson for beta-reading this!!! Ily <3

Word Count: 6.0k

CW: Adult themes (cursing, smoking weed, etc.; however, nothing smutty happens nor is anything smutty discussed beyond a brief, undetailed mention! I tried to make this as ace friendly as possible, but please let me know if there's something I can do better next time, in that regard!!).

18+ only!!

mdni

“It’s this exit, right, bunny?” Eddie asks.

“Um,” you pause to look down at the map and then up at the road signs ahead. “Yeah, this one,” you confirm.

Eddie merges into the correct lane as he resumes his solo performance of Creeping Death, strumming his calloused thumbs along the worn leather of the steering wheel like it’s the strings of his beloved guitar.

“How close are we now, bug?” Eddie asks.

You check the map before replying, “54-ish miles.”

Eddie huffs out a brief chuckle, “Ish?”

“Yeah, it could be 53 or 54, but it’s definitely not more than 55,” you explain while grinning cheekily.

“Dude, you’re a horrible navigator,” Eddie teases.

“Hey, I told you we should’ve brought the guys with us,” you say defensively, though there’s no real bite behind your words.

“This is probably gonna be our last vacation together, bug, so excuse me for wanting to spend some one-on-one time with my favorite person in all of Indiana,” Eddie remarks dryly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize Roxanne had finally moved to Chicago,” you tease, referencing the bartender from the Hideout that you suspect he’s had the hots for since Corroded Coffin first started playing there last fall. Not that you’d blame him for being attracted to her; she’s everyone’s type. Roxy may very well be ten years your senior, but she looks like she hopped straight out of the pages of one of Eddie’s Heavy Metal magazines; as a bottle blonde with tan skin, long, slender legs, heaving breasts, and an affinity for red leather, she’s the very definition of the beauty standard.

Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches across the console to gently shove your shoulder as he grumbles, “Shut up.”

You giggle at his response, but the joyous sound dies in your throat when you remember something Eddie had said previously.

“Grub, why would this be our last vacation together?” You ask curiously.

“Because, Jitterbug,” he sighs before continuing, “in a couple of weeks, you’ll be off in Michigan, meeting all sorts of cool people who are into all the same stuff as you, and you’ll forget all about little ole me,” Eddie explains, feigning lightheartedness as he does so.

“Eddie-” You begin to refute his assumptions, but he soon interrupts.

“Bunny, it’s fine, really. I mean, we always knew this was gonna happen; you’d go off to some amazing university after high school, and, for one reason or another, I’d have to stay behind in Hawkins. I just wanna soak up the last little bit of time we have together, okay?”

“Eddie,” you sigh, moving your hand to rest on Eddie’s thigh, only to immediately remove it when you feel his muscles tense underneath your palm. “Eddie,” you start again, this time without the physical contact, “you’re an idiot if you think that moving a couple hundred miles away is really gonna be enough to make me forget about you. Seriously, I can’t even go a week without talking to you. What do you think I’ve been saving up all that change in my piggy bank for? It’s so I have enough quarters to call your dumbass while I’m away at school,” you reassure him while also teasing him a bit to lighten the mood.

“And here I thought you were saving up to win me that stuffed elephant from the claw machine at Benny’s,” Eddie jests, and you snort at the thought.

“That thing’s been in there since we were ten, otter. I don’t think winning it is even possible,” You reply. Eddie’s heart flutters fondly at your childhood petname for him, one that even predates Grub, inspired by the time you’d watched a seven-year-old Eddie consume a dozen Otterpops one hot July afternoon.

Eddie grins, “Maybe not for you; you suck at claw machines.”

You scoff, “Dick.”

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eddie responds immaturely while the both of you fight off matching amused smirks.

Eddie covertly glances at you out of the corner of his eyes, a bittersweet feeling stirring in his chest. He misses you already, and you haven’t even left yet. Pathetic, he thinks.

Soon enough, the next track on Eddie’s road trip mixtape begins to play, and a grin lights up your features as the sound of Charlie Daniels’s voice fills the entire van.

Eddie begins to sing along to The Devil Went Down to Georgia, the song the two of you had spent the better half of your childhoods singing along to, thanks to Wayne. And just like that, any and all thoughts of your impending departure are gone.

Just a little under an hour later, the two of you arrive at Dunewood. After an essential stop at the campground’s convenience store for some ice cream sandwiches, you’re ready to set up camp. You and Eddie have come here every summer since you were small, but it’s different this time. This time, it’s just you and Eddie, as Wayne couldn’t come along due to a busy schedule at work. Getting up here was quite a feat given that Beverly Shores is quite a ways away from Hawkins and that, between the two of you, you guys have absolutely zero sense of direction once you get out of Hawkins. However, unpacking your equipment and setting up camp should be a breeze, as you both have prior experience with setting all of this crap up, thanks to the fact that Wayne always made the two of you help him set up camp.

Although, what should be the case and what actually is the case, apparently, aren’t always aligned.

“Dude, are you helping me or what?” You huff out frustratedly as you attempt to haul the packed-away tent out of the back of Eddie’s van on your own. Meanwhile, your less-than-helpful best friend is reclining in the front seat, still munching away on his melting ice cream sandwich. The sticky sweet ice cream is dripping down onto his beloved Black Sabbath band tee, making a mess in a way that might be goofily adorable if he were a toddler, but, alas, he’s a man, a messy man, but a man nonetheless.

“Mhm, yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” he replies nonchalantly before turning up the radio’s volume as if attempting to drown out the sounds of your complaining with Rob Halford’s eerie growls. He begins to headbang to the rowdy music, further solidifying that he will not get out of the van to help you anytime soon.

You groan exasperatedly as you lug the heavy tent closer to the stone fire pit while managing to keep it a reasonable distance from where a hearty fire will rage on later in the night. As you squat down to unzip the bag the tent is kept in for storage, you unknowingly bless your dear best friend with a marvelous view of your denim-clad ass, the fat there causing the fabric to strain to the point where it looks as if your favorite pair of jean shorts may rip right along the tight seam.

As he finishes off the last of his ice cream sandwich, Eddie resists the urge to continue ogling you, instead averting his gaze and opting to focus all of his attention on staring aimlessly out the windshield of his van while thinking about truly horrid shit in an attempt to prevent a tent of his own from forming in his jeans. Fortunately, that tried and true strategy never fails him. Unfortunately, it does require him to think about the time he had to dissect a fetal pig in junior-year biology; if Eddie thinks about it for too long, he swears he can still smell the formaldehyde along with the scent of his lab partner’s raging B.O.

Once Eddie’s reigned his inner horndog back in, he turns the key in the van’s ignition, fully turning off the vehicle, before climbing out of the driver’s seat to finally offer you some help with setting up camp.

“Alright, alright,” Eddie huffs humorously, “Give that to me before you break it,” he teases, referring to the poles of the tent that you’re trying to snap together. You briefly pause your attempts to glare at him.

“I’m not gonna break it, asshole,” you reply bitterly before finally managing to snap the pieces together. Once you do so, you look up at Eddie and fix him with a victorious grin.

“Why don’t you start the fire so we can eat dinner when we finish setting up all this stuff?” You suggest before fixing your friend with a mischievous smile and continuing, “Leave the hard stuff to the men, sugar.”

Eddie scoffs at your teasing but heeds your request nonetheless, going to fetch the firewood your dad had reluctantly given him, some logs cut from the unfortunate trees that weren’t good enough to sell at the farm this past Christmas season.

“Leave the hard stuff to the men, sugar,” he mumbles in a silly tone, clearly mocking you as he grabs a couple of logs from the van, causing you to cackle. Eddie scowls and blushes, mildly embarrassed as he wasn’t aware that you could hear his mockery from your spot across the campsite. The expression on his face only makes you laugh harder, and you don’t stop until Eddie gets petulant and throws one of the towels he’d brought for the beach at you.

After that playful spat, you both fall into a comfortable silence, too concentrated on your respective tasks to hold a conversation with each other. It isn’t until Eddie has successfully set up the fire and starts getting the food you’d both prepared ahead of time out that either one of you speaks again.

“Hey, Grub?” You call out to him from your spot near the still partially unassembled tent. Eddie responds with a soft hum as he continues to rifle through the cooler he’d filled with food and drinks.

“Don’t put the food on yet. The tent’s still not ready yet,” you inform him.

Eddie then shuts the cooler with an annoyed huff, leaving the food inside the chilled box as he comes over to join you.

“It would be if you would’ve just let me take care of it,” he nags as he squats down to help you finish setting up the tent.

You scoff, “Yeah, right, it would’ve taken you twice the amount of time just to figure out how to put this shit together simply because you refuse to read instruction manuals.”

“Incorrect,” Eddie defends himself, “it would’ve taken me half the time to put this shit together because I wouldn’t have wasted so much time reading the pointless instructions.”

“Says the man who just put our rainfly on before the tent body,” you tease as you stand up and strip the bright blue fabric off the tent.

“Does it really matter what order we put this shit on? I mean, so long as it’s on there, we’re good, right?” Eddie asks, standing up with his hands on his hips as he assesses the situation, discerning what’s left to do. The shit-eating grin on his face tells you he’s not being serious and is just trying to rile you up by being intentionally obtuse. So, rather than dignify his question with an answer, you simply fix him with an annoyed glare and then attempt to put the tent body on by yourself. Eddie chuckles at your terse expression as he begins to help you.

Finally, a few moments later, the two of you have set up your tent, leaving you to put your sleeping bags and pillows inside and set up the chairs near the fire as Eddie gets to work on cooking up a couple of foil burgers over the fire; a Munson family recipe and camping essential that’s really nothing more than a beef patty resting on top of a bed of potatoes and a few veggies inside a tinfoil cocoon.

You still remember the first time you’d had such a delicacy during your first camping trip with the Munsons. You were absolutely ravenous, having just got back to camp with Wayne and Eddie after spending all day at the beach, your hair still wet from swimming around in the chilly waters of Lake Michigan and the baby tooth you’d lost while wrestling around in the sand with Eddie nestled in the patch pocket of Wayne’s flannel. As a result of your profound hunger, the easy dinner Wayne had prepared for the three of you tasted like the single greatest thing you’d ever eaten in all your eight years of life. Although, even now, when you finally bite into your burger after Eddie gets done making them, hungry but not at all starving thanks to the sweet treat you’d wolfed down earlier, that simple dish still tastes like one of the most delicious things you’ve ever eaten, the gooey cheese coating your tongue as you munch away happily.

As for Eddie, he seems to agree about the delectableness of the foil burgers if the moan he emits as he bites into his burger is any indication. You giggle at the sound, feeling your cheeks heat up all the while. Always so dramatic, you think fondly.

“We’ve really outdone ourselves this time, bug,” Eddie declares. You hum your agreement as you bite into a crispy chunk of potato.

“The dried rosemary was a good touch. Where’d you get that anyways?” You ask him once you’ve swallowed your bite of starchy goodness.

He grins around his mouthful of food, “Stole a jar of it from the pantry at Gareth’s place after I got done fixin’ the kitchen sink for his mom yesterday.”

“Eddie!” You scold him.

“What? I’ll bring it back Saturday when we have band practice. Lorraine’ll never even know it was missing,” he reasons.

You simply shake your head at him disapprovingly while trying to fight off an amused smile, “You’ve gotta get those sticky fingers in check, Grub.”

Later in the night, as you both lounge in your tent, sharing a joint to help you relax before you go to sleep, your mind races with fretful thoughts about going to college in a few weeks.

“Eds,” you softly call out from just beside him, your head resting on his shoulder and his on yours as you lay with your bodies extended in opposite directions.

“Yeah, bug?”

“No one’s ever- I haven’t had my first kiss yet,” you confess, your inhibitions lowered as the high sets in.

Eddie snorts a laugh, amused by your randomness rather than your inexperience, “Yeah, I know, Jitterbug.”

“What if I meet someone at school, and they kiss me?” You worry aloud. Eddie’s chest tightens at the thought, but he does his best to ignore it.

“Then you’ll have your first kiss, duh,” he remarks simply as if the mere thought of you kissing someone - anyone - but him doesn’t make him want to cry and hurl simultaneously.

“Yeah, I know, but what if it’s bad because… because I don’t know what I’m doing?” You ask, after rolling over to look into his doe eyes, your face hovering above his as your arms hold you up above him. Your breath smells like Kraft singles and Skunk #1, but Eddie can’t find it in himself to care; he’s just happy to have you so close to him.

“First kisses are usually bad, silly billy,” Eddie giggles, the powers of the Dutch strain making him giddy even though his heart is aching just from hearing you talk about this shit.

“But I don’t want mine to be bad,” you reply, your tone bordering on petulant as your brows furrow and your lips pout just slightly, “what if the guy I’m with gets weirded out by how bad I am at it and like never speaks to me ever again?”

“Then that’s his loss, Jitterbug,” Eddie says without missing a beat.

You sigh and sit up, shoulders hunching in slightly as you pout.

“God, what if he does the opposite and tries to, you know, touch me?” You ponder, unintentionally breaking your best friend’s heart. Eddie’s sure that the knowledge of anyone but him touching you like that would devastate him.

“If- if that’s not something you’d be comfortable with, then just tell him,” he reasons.

“But what if he doesn’t listen to me? My sister says that sometimes guys don’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” you reply, and Eddie’s jaw clenches at the thought.

“Then I’ll kill him,” Eddie replies genuinely, causing you to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Grub, you can’t even kill the spider that’s been camped out in your room for the past two weeks,” you tease, and Eddie frowns in response.

“That’s different. Guillermo and I have come to a mutual understanding, he kills the flies, and I don’t kill him,” Eddie replies defensively, and your giggles increase tenfold upon finding out that he’s named the damn thing.

“You’re adorable, Eddie Bear,” You remark once your giggles have ceased. As you wipe the tears of amusement out of your eyes, you miss the blush that rises to Eddie’s cheeks.

“Shut up,” he grumbles as he hands you the joint. You accept it gracefully as you take a hit, exhale, and then take another. Meanwhile, Eddie’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapping around the joint, as if it’s a sight he hasn’t seen hundreds of times already. He’s immediately snapped out of his trance when you hand the joint back to him, your fingers brushing against his as you hand it over, still holding in the last puff you’ve taken.

As you finally exhale your last hit, a brilliant idea comes to mind, or at least one that seems clever in your current state.

“You should be my first kiss,” you suggest, making Eddie choke on the puff of smoke he’s just inhaled.

“What? Me?” Eddie asks incredulously in between bouts of coughing.

“Yeah, if you’re cool with it,” you respond nonchalantly as you grab the joint from him.

“No, no, no, I think you’ve had enough for tonight, space cadet,” Eddie remarks as he plucks the joint from between your fingertips.

“How do you feel, bug?” Eddie had asked you the first time you got high.

“‘M so high, I think I could touch the stars up here,” you’d groaned, making Eddie chuckle.

“Don’t worry, space cadet, I’ll be your ground control,” he’d reassured you.

You whine, “Eddie, I’m not even that high.”

“Of course, you’re not,” Eddie replies sarcastically as he stubs out the joint, opting to save the rest for tomorrow morning.

“Eddie, it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you say as you timidly pick at the loose threads of your sleeping bag, “kiss me, I mean. It’s okay if you don’t wanna kiss me,” you clarify.

Eddie sighs, knowing you’re not gonna let this go very easily. His mind races with thoughts of you kissing him, and his heart lurches at the idea that you’d even want to kiss him, but he also knows it’s too good to be true. You don’t actually want this, at least not with him; you’re just high and lonely. You’re too amazing and angelic; you could never want a freak like him, not in the same way he wants you.

“How about you ask me again in the morning, okay?” Eddie offers placatingly as he climbs into his sleeping bag, saying anything he can to get you to drop this, to stop torturing him.

Eddie’s not leaving any room for argument as he rolls over to face the opposite direction before shutting off the lantern. You sigh before climbing into your own sleeping bag and getting comfy.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” you whisper tentatively, worrying that you’ve upset him.

“Goodnight, bunny.”

The following day is awkward, to say the least. The fresh air the wooded campground provides is nice, or it would be if it wasn’t filled with unbearable tension thanks to last night’s events.

Eddie won’t even look at you, hasn’t spared you so much as a single glance since the two of you first woke up at around 9 a.m., nearly two hours ago. Granted, he’s not being outwardly hostile or anything like that. Instead, Eddie just won’t look at you, won’t speak to you in more than short sentences and noncommittal hums, and hasn’t touched you at all since last night when his fingers brushed yours as you exchanged the shared joint repeatedly. Usually, he would’ve talked your ear off about some new music by now, most likely the new Metallica album, or even about the latest drama plaguing the Hellfire club; surprisingly, a lot of juicy gossip comes out of that group. If the present circumstances were normal, Eddie also would’ve definitely exploited the many unintentional openings you’d given him this morning by tackling you to the ground or putting you in a half-nelson by now. However, he hasn’t done either of those things and, if his tense body language is anything to go off of, you figure he probably won’t be doing any of those things any time soon. How strange is it that you’ve begun to miss how Eddie playfully wrestles with and pesters you? How pathetic is it that you’ve started to yearn for how he carelessly flings you around like a ragdoll in an ornery display of his shocking strength?

“What time are we heading to the beach?” You ask meekly as you continue to pick at the Zingers Eddie had gotten you from the campground’s convenience store earlier this morning. At least he’d still gone out of his way to get your favorite breakfast-adjacent junk food. That had to be a good sign, right?

“Dunno,” he replies gruffly and then shrugs his shoulders as he takes another puff of his cigarette, his gaze still fixed on the sparse grass beneath his Reeboks.

“Maybe we could head out there in like an hour?” You suggest, your tone still timid and unsure, “That way, we could grab lunch on the way there. I just- I don’t think three Zingers will hold me over for the rest of the day. Not that I don’t appreciate that you got them for me, because I do! It’s just-”

Eddie cuts you off with another short, gruff response, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

You frown at his dismissive tone. Had you really pushed things too far last night? Was the idea of kissing you so bad that even the mere suggestion of it had gotten Eddie this upset?

When you first woke up this morning, you were mortified by the memory of what you’d said to your friend last night. Now, his sudden indifference toward you only amplifies that feeling of humiliation.

This is only day two of what’s supposed to be a week-long trip, and you’re not sure if you can survive several more days of this trip, not if things will continue being this tense between you and Eddie. So, you decide to repress your shame in favor of making peace. After all, only a couple weeks after you get home from this trip, your dad will drive you up to Ann Arbor to move into your new dorm room for your first semester at college. You’re unsure if your friendship with Eddie could survive the distance, not with this lingering hostility creating such a harsh divide between you two.

“Look, Eds,” you sigh, swallowing down what’s left of your pride as you prepare to grovel, to plead for your friendship to remain unchanged after last night’s blunder, “I’m sorry about last night, about asking you to… to kiss me. I mean- fuck- Grub, I’m really sorry for bringing it up and making shit weird between us. I promise I’m not, like, harboring some freakish little crush on you or anything like that. I just- I wanted you to be my first kiss because,” you pause with a quivering sigh, thinking better of your impending confession, “You know what? That doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that I’m sorry, really fucking sorry, and I just wanna go back to the way things were before I said any of that stupid crap, okay? I just wanna enjoy our trip. I wanna have fun doing moronic bullshit in the woods with my best friend, the same way we always do every summer. Do you think we can do that? That we can just go back to the way things were? Please?”

Eddie sighs, dragging the palm of his hand harshly down his face until it reaches his jaw, where it then remains, kneading the muscles there as if to relieve the tension. His soulful brown eyes flicker up to meet yours just briefly before his gaze falls back to the ground. He finally breaks the silence, quietly asking, “Why me? Why d’ya wanna kiss me?”

The question catches you off guard, so much so that you almost think you’d misheard him when he asked it. You can only think to reply with a surprised, breathy, “What?”

“Why did you want to kiss me, bug?” Eddie reiterates.

Your brows furrow, your nose scrunching up as you ponder and carefully plan your reply, not wanting to give too much away, wanting to keep your cards clutched close to your chest. You finally come up with an honest response and, most importantly, one that omits some of the more embarrassing details. You tug on the inside of your lower lip with your teeth, wriggling the flesh between your incisors, working up the courage to answer his question before sighing and eventually replying, “Because I trust you, Eddie. Because I know you won’t take things too far or do anything to make me uncomfortable.”

Eddie’s leg bounces as he considers your answer. “That’s all?” He asks suddenly, once again catching you off guard.

“Wha- What d’you mean?” You curiously inquire, wearing your confusion plainly on your features.

“That’s it? That’s the only reason why?” Eddie questions, his gaze intense, alight with an emotion you can’t place.

“I mean,” you trail off, your leg bouncing in tandem with Eddie’s, though not intentionally. “Yeah, kind of,” you lie.

Unfortunately, Eddie still doesn’t look entirely convinced, and that makes you nervous. You huff out frustratedly, wringing your hands together and carefully thinking over your words before speaking.

“Grub, I’m 18 years old, and I’ve never once in my whole life kissed someone, so, yeah, at this point, I’m pretty fucking desperate. Hell, I think I’d kiss just about anyone,” you ramble, slightly exasperated.

I think I’d kiss just about anyone.

You don’t mean it as an insult, you don’t mean to hurt Eddie’s feelings, he knows you don’t, but it still stings something fierce.

“Look, Eds, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, so if you’re not-”

Eddie interrupts you, not that he’s truly listening to how you’re trying, in vain, to walk back your previous statements anyways. No, Eddie’s too busy thinking about if he is actually going to go through with this. He bluntly asks, “Just one kiss?”

Those three words halt you in your tracks, making your breath hitch. You miraculously manage to collect yourself and come up with a coherent response.

“Yeah,” you reply in a tone that’s gentle and airy, soft and breathy like a sigh, “just one.”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie swiftly asserts, taking you both by surprise. “I mean, um, I’ll- I’ll help you, but you gotta promise me something first, ’kay?”

“Yeah, yeah, anything, Grub, of course,” you agree far too eagerly, making a swirling mass of embarrassment sink down heavily into the pit of your stomach. All the while, your voice is still soft and quiet, nothing more than a susurration.

“You gotta promise me you won’t let this change things between us, bug. Okay? I can’t lose-” Eddie cuts himself off with a shaky, anxious exhale, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as he attempts to reign in his emotions. He wants to tell you that if he ever lost you again, like he did in the summer of 1980, he wouldn’t be able to survive it; Eddie’s not really sure how he survived it last time. However, Eddie’s too afraid to tell you that, too scared of what that implies, and infinitely more scared of how you’d react to that implication. So, he drops his hands from his face, opting to pick at his nail beds to keep his fidgety fingers busy, as he continues, “I’m just helping you out, alright? So, just- You gotta promise that you won’t start acting all weird around me or, um, start avoiding me again, or whatever.”

You frown at the sentiment, briefly looking back on those two years you’d spent without Eddie in high school. You were an idiot back then, avoiding the one person, the only one of your peers, who’d ever shown you genuine kindness, just because he’d gotten a little mean and said some things that had hurt your feelings during a heated exchange, what’s worse is they were things you’d desperately needed to hear. You gently shake your head as if to rid yourself of any and all memories of that lonely time in your life before looking into Eddie’s eyes and earnestly swearing, “I won’t, Grub. Nothing will change between us, I promise.”

Things truly won’t change between the two of you; you’ll make sure of that. Eddie will never find out about the love you pathetically harbor for him, and, most importantly, you’ll never shut him out again. Even when he settles down one day with someone who isn’t you, maybe marries them and has a couple kids with them, you’ll still be his best friend, no matter how much it hurts, and you’ll make damn sure that Eddie never finds out how much it hurts you.

Eddie can hear the unwavering sincerity in your voice, can see it in your gaze, and it makes him smile softly, a warm expression you cannot help but reciprocate.

“Okay,” he breathes, his tone wavering as he rubs his sweaty palms on the rough denim of his jeans. “Just, um, c’mere… If you want to, I mean,” he stammers awkwardly. You’d probably chuckle at his apparent nervousness if you weren’t feeling the same way right now. Instead, you simply get up out of your lawn chair, rise to your feet, and trek across the short distance between the two of you. You then lower yourself to sit down in the grass in front of Eddie, who promptly lowers his legs, his knees no longer tucked up against his chest as he now sits tailorwise, or criss-cross-applesauce, as you both call it. You sit in the same position, your knees pressed against his own as you mirror him.

Eddie tentatively leans forward, bridging the gap between you two, as one of his large, warm hands rises to hover over one of your shoulders for a brief moment before he finally gets the courage to lower it so that it rests there. With his other hand, he takes a much bolder step, lifting his arm and hesitantly reaching up to brush his calloused fingertips against the soft, smooth skin of your cheek before finally cupping it in his palm.

“Is this okay?” He asks you quietly, like he’s afraid that speaking more loudly than a mere whisper will frighten you and scare you off. You nod your affirmative as your hands slowly move forward to rest on his denim-clad thighs, just above his knees. That contact makes Eddie’s breath hitch, but you both elect to ignore it for reasons unbeknownst to each other.

Eddie then leans in further, his bulbous nose gently brushing against yours with purpose, effectively warning you and giving you a chance to stop him. However, you do the opposite. “Eds, please, kiss me,” you whisper.

It’s all the encouragement Eddie needs. He closes the gap between the two of you, his lips finally meeting yours. You try to reciprocate as best as you can, but you’re, admittedly, a little lost. You’re overthinking things, Eddie can tell. He pulls away far sooner than he would’ve liked to and then presses a comforting kiss to the corner of your mouth, by one of your smile lines that he loves so much.

“I wasn’t good, was I?” You grimace, your forehead still resting against his. “Please, you can tell me. I just wanna know what to do, Ott.”

Eddie licks his lips before hesitantly replying, “When you, um,” he clears his throat, “the next time that you kiss someone, try not to purse your lips so much,” he winces, both at the thought of you kissing someone else and out of fear that he’s been too harsh.

“I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do when you kiss someone?” Eddie thinks your puzzled expression is far too adorable to be legal.

“You are! You are, a little bit, I mean. Just not quite so much; you gotta relax your um- your mouth a little bit,” Eddie blushes, thoroughly flustered. As usual, you’re oblivious to his plight, too caught up in your own mind.

Your brows furrow as you stare at his chin absentmindedly, mind racing a million miles an hour all the while, “S-so how much should I purse them then?”

Eddie thinks it over. “It’s hard to explain,” he sighs.

“Could you, you know, show me?” You ask. “I mean, if you’re comfortable kissing me again.”

Little do you know, Eddie would gladly give up both of his kidneys if it meant he got to kiss you again. Needless to say, he’s pretty stoked that he gets to do it without having to endure a double nephrectomy.

He nods, answering wordlessly, before leaning in again, connecting your lips once more. You make sure to pay attention to what he’s doing, to how it feels, so you can mirror it. You relax your mouth a bit, your lips not quite as pursed as before, and Eddie sighs his approval. That sound sets your whole body alight with tingly, little fireworks.

You both get caught up in the moment, in the feeling of finally acting on the desires you’ve both spent years repressing. Consequently, when Eddie nips at your bottom lip, and you respond with a gasp that he can only describe as sinful, he doesn’t even try to resist the urge to take advantage of the momentary part in your lips. You pull back abruptly, primarily out of shock, when you feel his tongue slip through the gap. Eddie winces at the loss.

“Shit, sorry,” he apologies gruffly, comfortingly rubbing your upper arms on instinct, soothing you.

You let out an easy, breathy giggle as you ease back into his space, resting your forehead gently against his own. “It’s okay. You surprised me, that’s all. Just, um, warn me next time, okay?”

Warmth blossoms in both of your chests at the thought of getting to kiss each other again. Eddie lets out a gentle chuckle of his own as he moves his other hand up to cup your other cheek, feeling the warmth alight beneath the soft skin there too.

“Next time?” Eddie questions with a nervous grin, mentally berating himself for daring to question you because, in his eyes, you’re practically offering your lips up to him on a silver platter, and he’s about to make you second guess that monumental decision.

“Yeah,” you let out the prettiest little sigh, “I feel like I have a lot left to learn, and, well, you seem like a pretty good teacher. I mean, if you don’t mind kissing me again, that is,” you look into his eyes hopefully. Eddie feels his smile grow wider at the sight of your sanguine expression.

Eddie offers his whispered reassurance while gently nudging the tip of your nose with his own, “I don’t mind.”

Needless to say, you two won’t make it to the beach today.

Side Note: Please don't feel like you're weird if you're older than 18 and still haven't had your first kiss yet!! I literally haven’t had my first kiss yet and I’m 21 years old. We all do things at our own pace and in our own time, so, trust me, you're not weird at all if you're an adult (of any age) who hasn't been kissed yet!!

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SteveTony Weekly - September 3rd

HERE IT IS! The long list that I promised because I am healthy and managed to read quite a bit this week. Enjoy my dears, and be sure to leave comment/kudos for the fic and podfic you enjoy!

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Told You I'd Be Back by BurningCold

Just cause Tony was back doesen't mean that everything is completely back to normal.

Or in other words, a bit of missing scene fic for S4 reuinion.

Atlas by nanasekei

They don't hear each other.

You Know Where To Find Me by a_sparrows_fall

After an Avengers mission goes awry, Steve takes a leave of absence from the team, and he and Tony part on bad terms. But then Steve gets turned into a werewolf, and he finds his shapeshifting linked to his feelings about Tony, who’s had a terrible accident. If Steve never sees Tony again, will he be stuck in wolf form forever?

Leaping to Conclusions by Sineala

Basketball games. Lunch in the park. Evenings at the movies. Tony and Steve are longtime Avengers teammates and the best of friends, and Tony's been pining away for Steve as long as he's known him. Tony knows Steve's straight, but if Steve were going to date a guy, it would be him, wouldn't it? Everyone knows that. Unfortunately, no one told Steve. And when Steve decides to keep trying online dating after the Lover's Leap fiasco, Tony is shocked and heartbroken to learn that Steve's new boyfriend is none other than... Batroc the Leaper! But for the sake of Steve's happiness, Tony must put aside his own feelings about Batroc before it costs him Steve's friendship -- or worse.

So Wrong, So Good by tinystark616

Steve and Tony are on vacation with the team and are forced to share a room. The problem is that Steve can't resist touching himself while Tony's asleep.

Of course, Tony wakes up and catches him.

talking sweet and looking fine by meidui

“I haven’t dated since god knows when,” Tony says with a little shake of his head, almost self-deprecating. “This is one of Hill’s friends, actually. A civilian, not caught up with all this. I didn’t know she had those, to be honest.”

“Right,” Steve says, like this isn’t the softest, most unwitting way Tony has ever broken his heart.

Just for the Conversation by msermesth

Tony's fine. He's back on the Avengers, Steve seems to have forgiven him, and he’s building Resilient to change the world.

Then why is he so jealous of Steve’s new boyfriend?

(Or: that awkward moment when you realize you are in love with your old best friend while having a three-way with him and his boyfriend, who just happens to be your counterpart from another universe.)

What Was It You Wanted by sheron

"C'mon, a kiss from Captain America is not so terrible."

According to the alien custom, Steve had to kiss each teammate on the mouth, and some kisses come with more aftermath than others.

The Love Spell by Annie D (scaramouche)

Loki gives Amora a spell that will turn her into whoever Thor loves and is completed devoted to upon her request. only thing is she turns into someone unexpected.

Prisoner's Dilemma by AvocadoLove

After taking the airplane down in the Arctic, Steve wakes to find himself imprisoned as a human test subject. With no idea where in the world he is, his only ally is a fast-talking inventor in the cell next door. Something’s off about Tony that Steve can’t put his finger on, and it’s obvious Tony doesn't fully trust him either. But to escape they may not have a choice…

Inner Spirit by AvocadoLove

t's his fault.

In order to get Tony back, Steve will have to do more than just move heaven and earth. He'll have to expose a portion of his soul.

Standard Deviation by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

“Well… I guess all it would tell me is a name and some other medical language, right? That doesn’t seem to mean much, compared to what I already know about how my body works.”

“And if you need to elaborate on that,” Tony grins, pushing a kiss against Steve’s jaw, “I’d be happy to help you out with an experimental approach. Hint, it’s going to involve a lot of tongue.”

“Tony, all your plans these days involve a lot of tongue.”

Standard Deviation by jennagrins, karengrins

Okay, so maybe Steve isn't Professor Stark's biggest fan at the start of term but first impressions can be mistaken.

Now Steve doesn't care what Clint says, Tony is not his boyfriend.

it's taking everything, it's taken everything by starvels (dinosaur)

The pollen makes Steve and Tony do a lot of things to each other's bodies that they never asked for. Tony’s working on working through it.

It’s harder than it looks.

Running With The Wolves by KandiSheek

Everyone knows that the running of the wolves is rigged. So Steve isn't surprised when he is chosen as this year's sacrifice after offending Lord Hammer at the ball. The lycans guard their secrets well, so in the end Steve won't even know which one of them will end his life during the chase.

What Steve doesn't know is that he has already caught the eye of one of the lords. And that a lycan protects his own until the day he dies.

grey november (put me in a bad light) by Areiton

Dark eyes drift over the city and find him, dazed and dull and nothing like the sparkling happiness that he saw that night, standing next to a painting that made him feel naked.

It's terrifying and for the first time since he came back to New York--he feels like maybe. Maybe. There's someone who understands a little bit of his own grief.

"I know you," he mumbles and Steve nods.

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Two broken people try to heal and maybe even fall in love--there's just one hiccup:

One of them isn't telling the truth.

Some enchanted morning [PODFIC] by Opalsong

Tony wakes up to the cold touch of bare toes on his ankle.

[PODFIC] A Secret Revealed by where_thewind_blows

Iron Man reached up, and Steve was confused for a moment before he realized that Iron Man was taking his helmet off.

Steve quickly turned around. "What are you doing? I thought your identity was a secret!"

[podfic] I Always Have to Steal My Kisses from You by Annapods

Okay, so Tony probably hadn’t realized what he was doing. He’d just had a near-death experience, and the kiss had been a way to . . . reaffirm his life. Deal with his emotions. Release some steam. Something like that. Nothing to be concerned about, and it’s doubtful that it’ll happen again.

The fact that they risk their lives on a regular basis isn’t worrying at all.

[podfic] More Than Skin Deep by AudioSilks (WhenasInSilks)

Tony can just about accept the fact that he and Steve were kidnapped and replaced by Skrulls for three months. But what he can't figure out is why none of the Avengers noticed. And what he really can't figure out is why none of their teammates will tell them what the Skrulls did while they were gone.

***[Podfic] take my hand, take my whole life too by only_more_love

"Tony stands in front of the mirror and nervously adjusts the cuffs of his bespoke suit. He fiddles with the cufflinks shaped like the atoms of the element he created (a present from Rhodey for his forty-something birthday) and tries to breathe in slowly and calm his nerves. This is his fifth and probably last date with Steve and he wants to commemorate the moment with his most polished look. The suit is his armor and it’ll carry him through to the bitter end."

***[Podfic] Nor An Evil Tongue Bewitch by M_Samro

The thing about kisses is that they always come at the end of the story.

Steve's life has had an awful lot of endings.

[Podfic] Mutually Assured Infatuation by only_more_love

When Steve gifts Tony a teddy bear to help him get better after he’s injured on a mission, Tony decides he can’t let it stand.

[Podfic] Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures by only_more_love

Podfic for "Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures" by fluffypanda. Recorded as a gift for Neverever as part of the 2021 Captain America/Iron Man Holiday Exchange.

A trip to the Savage Land goes very, very wrong.

[Podfic] Nothing You'd Find on 4Chan by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

“I don’t want to talk about sex with you. And not because I’m not some sort of pure, virginal fucking flower, Tony… no one should know the kind of weird shit I think about, and I’m trying to protect both myself and others through staying celibate, and you just keep pushing.”

“Uh.” Tony takes in a breath, stares for a moment. And then, because he can’t help it, he opens his mouth. “What kind of weird shit?”

Reverberation by mistbornhero, Neverever

Steve grew up in a world in which you hear new sounds when you've met your soulmate. He wakes up the future and he has no idea if he'll ever find his soulmate because the future is noisy and loud, especially Tony Stark.

All Better, by FestiveFerret and SirSapling (podfic) by cookiemom6067

The first time it happened, Steve almost clocked Tony in the face.

Nothing You'd Find on 4Chan by viklikesfic (v_angelique)

“Uh.” Tony takes in a breath, stares for a moment. And then, because he can’t help it, he opens his mouth. “What kind of weird shit?”

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Mr. Peach, aka “big Jim” (James the Giant Peach) is still here. The rescue said she’d take him after he healed from his surgery. I called, I texted - no reply. I ended up at my vet’s house Saturday night, he and his partner invited me to their daughter’s second birthday party (and I showed up, another miracle). She was supposed to be there but didn’t come which felt strange. The next day, I finally texted my vet’s partner (who manages the operations for their mobile vet company), I asked her if A (rescue owner as well as an employee) was ok, that I’d not heard from her. That I didn’t want my vet to know, as she was his employee and her rescue should be separate from that. I learned that over the weekend, A had gotten several kittens she’d found homes for returned, and she was overwhelmed.

When I tell you the panic. It was a Thing.

I texted A letting her know I’d heard about her situation and that we were fine here and I’d check back in next week, she called and we talked for a while. I love her commitment to always taking a cat back if it doesn’t work. She’s new to all of this and I’m not going to pile on to adding another cat in her parents’ house where her dad isn’t a fan of all of this to begin with. There’s an adoption event that I’m going to bring him to this Saturday. I put an ad up on Next Door.

I’m not going to talk about the melt down I had after we hung up, into that evening. What I will say is how thankful I am for this experience, for all the purging of pain and fear I’m experiencing, old old old stuff that has clouded my judgment and my beliefs about others, and myself.

The next morning I woke up and dreaded going into Peach’s room for hours to play with him, then come out and play with the others, then back in with Peach at night. I realized how my entire life, I never made a move if the person in front of me was sad/angry/displeased with me. I froze - calculated- and shifted however I needed to so that would stop. The entirety of my focus has been watching others and reacting so I’d stay connected, not rejected, not alone, not hated.

The rage of that - of those in my life not being willing to look past the glittery, funny, storytelling persona - engulfed me. The anger of no one being interested enough to go deeper - wanting to know me well enough, so they just accepted what was mostly just bullshit- the grief of that - was intense.

Something in me cleared and shifted. The constant worry about these cats - the panic at their reaction, the worry of Peach behind that closed door - it was my sole focus. This is all me, projecting so much onto them. In a good mood when things are peaceful and everyone seemed chill and rhen slammed into despair and panic and tears at the slightest altercation, desperate for help. So the answer to that was to separate them all and force that peace.

But *I* wasn’t peaceful, that meant splitting my time up in that small room with him trying to keep him entertained vs my life outside of it where all I was doing was worrying about him. More of the same, abandoning myself for someone else’s experience, convinced that their experience was the key to me staying alive, having love, being liked. Being ok. Feeling almost sick inside with worry and fretting. Putting them into the core of me being alive and surviving that day. I’ve been consumed by this for two months, almost three.

So I just opened up all of the doors. I don’t want anymore closed doors in my home, I don’t want that experience anymore. As long as Peach is here, the doors are going to be open. Not to the outside, so the big girls will be on a schedule to be on the deck. I slid my experience up to the front of my mind, and prioritized it. The voice inside, “you selfish asshole, putting these cats in harm, what are you doing?” started screaming. I told it to leave. I pushed it away each time it showed me something terrible that might happen. I told it to leave. I kept saying “fuck this, fuck you. Go away.” I didn’t let the big girls outside, I wasn’t going to do that thing where I let them in and out, in and out, in and out. Stay in and deal with it.

In the midst of the hissing, growling, trilling (that was Peach, so excited to be with the cats), I started cleaning. I’ve neglected my space these last two months, just doing the basics like dishes, etc. so I put things away, cleaned the refrigerator, hung clothes up, swept, took tons of garbage out I’d kept on the side deck. I did laundry , straightened my room. I was done worrying about it. As Shirley said, no one is going to die. No one has died. Then we all took a nap I my room, Buddy and Minnie on the bed and Peach underneath it (he tried to get up a few times and they were not having it). Peace. On my terms. Because this is my house. A new frontier gained.

The strength of that moment is not something I can put into words. It was the Diane that was never able to really leave her mom to go be with friends or OUT LIVING, discovering who she was because her mom would be by herself in that horrible house with that horrible man alone, how dare she go have fun when her mom was so sad, alone. Maybe in danger without her to be her comfort and protector. It’s the Diane who would do everything to make her mom less sad, less angry, less upset so her mom wouldn’t disappear into her room with a migraine, incapacitated, in so much pain she was suicidal. That Diane put herself first yesterday, and did it again this morning. And will do so everyday until the universe shows the path for Peach.

I’m so grateful for this experience. For Shirley, helping me see when I am just purging, being my spiritual companion and guide through this process. Helping me understand that these cats are all just mirrors for what I need to heal and grow. I don’t really even talk about her much because of how out there this is, more than once it’s come to me that this is scam and she’s is kind of crazy and I’ve allowed someone nuts significant access to my mental well being. But then I come back to the impact - the growth, the clarity, overcoming so many fears - and I know all of this has been designed for me and my continued growth. So this morning, there are happy tears, grateful tears. I’m proud of myself. And I am thankful to Peach for coming here and helping me.

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I wanted to give this post a title, but “Hi, everyone!!!” just didn’t seem appropriate after so long. So I’ll just… start?

Well, first of all, how are you??

Second – I’m sorry for vanishing. Things went downhill. I was very down. I got very ill, both physically and mentally.

Ever since October I’ve been thinking about writing this post. But life kept getting in the way. And, to be very honest, I didn’t know how to come back. What to say. “Should I say something? Or should I just show up and reblog something like nothing had ever happened?” The latter didn’t seem fair.

Moving away from tumblr was an unconscious act in the beginning. It happened slowly enough for me not to notice it. And when I realized what had happened, it just made me feel worse, leaving the friends I’d made here with zero clue about me. But coming back was hard then. I couldn’t do it and I would be lying if I said I did.

I know it sounds like a lie, or at least cliché, but I did think about you all on a constant basis. I missed this. I missed the great times I had here. But my mental state kept me from coming back almost like a physical force. And, as I said before, I had no idea on how to do it. I was, and I am, ashamed actually. Even though I am aware that there’s no need to.

I wanted to make this brief post to re-introduce myself to the website. To say hello again. Still, I made this post where you can read – if you want to, obviously – about what has happened that made me stray away.

So…

HELLO!!!

It’s super unfair to tag people in here after so long, but I’d like them to know I’m here again and to see who’s still around. Hopefully your usernames haven’t changed, but if they did and I ended up not tagging you, I’m sorry!!! If you see this and I did forget your username, please make yourself known!!

Also, I would like to leave a special thanks and a loud kiss and the tightest hug to @scorpio-marionette and @boliv-jenta for, to this day, not giving up on me, always tagging me in their posts. I also leave you two my biggest apologies. I miss you dearly!

I miss you all!!

I’d like to mention that this is not a comeback to writing – at least not yet. I do have a story written that only needs a couple paragraphs and a grammar review to be posted, but I can’t promise you a post. I can’t say when I’m going to start writing again either, because I have no idea myself. I just know I want to, and I hope it can happen soon.

I hope you have an amazing day and a great week,

Ana xo

@mandoblowmybackout @supernaturalgirl20 @ezrasbirdie @oonajaeadira @grippingbeskar @misspearly1 @thegreenkid @writer-darling @becksxoxo @eylaudie @harriedandharassed

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kalisburnerphone · 2 years

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TR MEN REACT TO MEETING THEIR FUTURE CHILD

Drabbles based off that ask. I’m not sure if I got exactly what they wanted me to portray but I’ll be doing these in parts. There’s not much warnings besides DILF TR MEN, some cussing.Credits to the owner of the picture, I found it on Pinterest.

1.Keisuke Baji

Kiyoko Baji (Miyoshi, uses her mom’s name in school because apparently she has a ‘hot’ dad), 15 years old.

“C’mon Kiyoko, I been asking you out for weeks and you won’t give me a response. You know how many other girls long for the attention that I give you?”

“Cool, then go give it to them Kurokawa. I’ve already told you that I don’t like you like that. I’d rather mop the ocean than date you, now piss off ‘fore my pops gets here.”

Slight curly hair frames the face of the young girl Baji’s looking at. It had to have been a long ass day because Keisuke couldn’t remember how he ended up outside his old school. His body felt weird, almost like he was having an out of body experience but whatever it was, he definitely needed to stop smoking weed from Kazutora. The last thing he remembered was lying in a hospital bed so, how the fuck did he get here?

“What’s your old man gonna do huh? Wait, that’s right, you don’t have a dad. My mom says you’re a little bastard child, that your daddy didn’t want you.” The young man standing in front of her taunts.

“Your mom’s been looking mighty fine these days too,”

Baji could see her little fists clenched at her sides as she turned to walk away when the boy says something that has her spinning on her heels, a round house kick landing square on his jaw following by her fist.Baji doesn’t know what has him moving so quickly as a crowd starts to form but before he can stop himself he’s parting the crowd and pulling her off him and over his shoulder as he grabs her bag.

She didn’t struggle, his smell alone had her relaxing in his hold but it didn’t stop her from whining out “Daddddd, I told you I’d meet you. Why’d you come here?”

Dad? Who is she calling dad?

“You, who else am I gonna call dad? Have you been smoking weed from Uncle T again? You’re acting weird again plus I’m telling mom that you made a scene and now everyone knows you’re my dad.”

Baji plants her on her feet,hands her back her bag and crosses his arms over his chest, “listen you little shit, I ain’t gots no kids so who do ya think ya calling dad, huh?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms and looking straight at him. It’s like a slap to the face as Keisuke realizes he might just be looking at the female version of him.

“So you have been smoking Uncle T’s weed again. Here’s what,you don’t tell that I beat Kurokawa’s ass and I won’t tell that you been smoking his juju herbs or that 3/4 of the female population in the school that has a crush on you now know that you’re my dad,deal?”

Same eyes, same smile and teeth, mannerisms, hair color. Yeahhhhh, that’s definitely my kid but, who the fuck did I make a kid with. Who the fuck did I even like enough to go raw in?

“That won’t be necessary because I already know.” Baji sees her freeze on the spot, a quiet curse slipping past her lips as someone is pulling her by her ear and before he can react, he’s being pulled by his ear too.

“Owwww, mom!”

Keisuke takes a look at the female she’s calling mom and smirks to himself cause no way was he this fucking lucky. Baji always knew you were fine as fuck under all those baggy clothes, hell he remembers having the hots from since he was 12 years old and now here you are dragging him by his ear with your fine ass self.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re smirking at Keisuke.” She grits out as she pulls both of them by their ear towards the car.In his hunched over state he catches his daughter’s face and they both smirk at each other.

Yeah, he definitely won at life.

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shadyruinskryptonite · 2 months

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Titan Bending Chapter 18

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: Talks of killing and almost being killed, killing titans, drugs mentioned as a joke

WC: 4405

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Without thinking, I run towards Aang, arms flailing wildly, yelling his name over and over.

“Aang! Aang!”

As he sets foot on land, I nearly tackle him to the ground in a hug. Luckily, he returns it in kind.

Still holding onto me, he leans back and says, “I was so confused when Momo took off, he must have smelled you. Let me head back up real quick and tell the others to land.”

My eyes fill with wonder, “The others? Everyone is here?”

Unfurling his glider again, he merely smiles and nods before taking off to return to Appa. I watch him fly off as I shift back and forth on my feet, doing a little happy dance to myself because the excitement is nearly unbearable.

This is better than I could’ve ever dreamed.

In less than a minute, Appa was touching down just a few feet in front of me and I could see everyone on his back. Suki is the first to climb down and, like you read about in an old romance novel, we ran to each other. If it’s possible, I hugged her even more tightly than I had Aang.

She had grown a bit and, upon breaking away from her hug, I realized everyone had. Moving from her to Katara, from Katara to Sokka, and from Sokka to Toph, I stop in front of Zuko. There’s only a moment’s hesitation before we hug each other just like everyone else. He lingers for an extra moment, but I pay it no mind as I turn back to everyone.

With the stupidest smile still plastered on my face, the only thing I can think to say is, “Are all of you taller than me now?” Everyone laughs and it feels like my heart is almost going to explode out of my chest.

As if remembering I wasn’t alone on the beach, I suddenly exclaim “Oh, there are some people I’d like you all to meet!”

Holding Suki and Katara’s hands, I pull everyone over to where the rest of my new friends were sitting, food having been long forgotten.

“Guys, these are all of the friends I’ve told you so much about. Um,” I turn to look at everyone before I start going down the list. “Okay so Sokka is the one with the stupid pony tail-”

“It’s a warrior’s wolf tail!” Sokka interrupts.

I quickly jump back in, “Whatever. The tall angsty one is Zuko. The bald one with tattoos is Aang. The one with the hair in her face is Toph. Miss hair loopies here is Katara and, well she’s not in her warrior makeup right now but the last one here is Suki.”

Everyone nods with wide eyes, clearly trying to take it all in.

Turning to face the Gaang, I say, “Okay, so now let me introduce you to my new friends. Okay so our bald one is Connie. The one with the long face like an ostrich horse is Jean-”

I’m interrupted by Jean mumbling, “I don’t think I like this game.”

I merely roll my eyes before continuing, “The blond one with big blue eyes is Armin. Big green eyes is Eren. The girl that’s fiercely protective of them both is Mikasa. The…” I pause, noticing Sasha munching on what looks like a potato. “The one that is literally always eating something is Sasha. Then the grumpy one is Levi and the one that looks like she has maybe never showered in her entire life but also just railed some cocaine is Hange.”

Under his breath, Zuko makes a snide comment. “I thought you came out here to be away from people.”

Getting mildly annoyed with his already present attitude, I say somewhat forcefully, “For your information, I didn’t see a single other person for the better part of two years. I only met them a few months ago because they did a mission in the forrest I was living in.”

To this, I’m met with some rather confused faces. Sokka finally speaks up and asks, “Mission?”

My face lights up with realization and before trying to explain where we are, I take this moment as an opportunity. “Ya know, just to prove a point, where is it that you think we are right now?”

This further confuses them, but ultimately they humor me and say the Eastern shore of the Earth Kingdom.

Feeling vindicated, I look to my squad and say, “See! Told ya so!”

Sokka presses further, “What do you mean ‘mission?’ And what, are we not on the shore of the Earth Kingdom.”

“No, we aren’t. Why don’t you guys sit down, I have a lot to talk about to get you up to speed.”

I spend the next 30 minutes or so explaining where we are. I explain what titans are, the walls, and how they didn’t think there was any humanity alive outside of the walls until recently. As I finish my explanation with Hange jumping in every so often to cover something I might have missed, I end by saying, “And because of all of this, I genuinely thought I’d never see any of you again.”

They all look at me with some variation of sadness, surprise, or confusion on their faces. I continue, “Well, I only got out here via Appa and when I was dropped off we thought I was between the Outter and Inner walls of Ba Sing Se. The four nations don’t know about this place and, until recently, they didn’t know there was more life outside of their island, let alone our entire corner of the world existing so it’s not like they have readily available transportation. Even if I wanted to go back, there was no way for me to get there. It’s really lucky that you guys came by today honestly because this is the first time any of them have ever even seen the ocean.”

Now everyone is overcome with downright bewilderment. Naturally, it’s Katara that says, “You’ve never seen the ocean?!”

Hange responds with a shrug. “It’s illegal for normal civilians to go outside of the walls and we’ve never done a Scouting mission out this far before.”

Silence falls over everyone as they try to process everything. I break the quiet. “Lot to take in, huh?”

Everyone just nods.

We sit for another moment before I ask, “So, what brings you guys out here?”

Sokka responds as if I’m the dumbest person he’s ever met. “You, obviously.”

Rolling my eyes I say, “Well, ya, I got that much. But, like, why?”

Suki chimes in and says, “We just really missed you, y/n.”

I smile and hug her, waiting a beat before I ask again. “I missed you guys too. But…why are you actually here?”

Everyone, both old friends and new look at me as I sit with a knowing smile. Suki responds again and says, “Like I said, we missed you.”

I sigh before stating the obvious. “And I believe that, but let’s all be honest with ourselves here. All of the four nations most important and powerful people didn’t just all decide after two years to take a fun little vacation to see an old friend. You can’t all just abandon ship together that easily. Unless there’s a good reason. So, spit it out. Why are you actually here?”

I can tell by the discomfort in the air that I was onto something. After a long beat, Aang quietly says, “We want you to come home, y/n.”

I raise an eyebrow and lean forward. “You really want me to believe all six of you came together to convince me to come back? I’m sorry, but I don’t buy that. And after over two years, why now? Y’all could’ve just sent one or two people out to find me. So come on, spill.”

In typical Toph fashion, she’s the one to deliver the news bluntly. “Azula escaped.”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What?!”

Sokka quickly starts, “We can explain how it happened! We-”

I hold up my hand to stop him. Shaking my head, I say, “What do you mean escaped? Escaped a casket? Last I checked she was dead because I killed her.”

Everyone’s faces go blank. The longer we sit there looking at each other, the more upset I get. Finally, Sokka punches Zuko in the arm which seems to kick start him. “So um, yeah. About that…” He rubs his neck as awkward as ever.

“I’m waiting.” Now I’m getting aggravated.

“So, yeah. She, uh, didn’t…she didn’t exactly die during the comet.”

I heave a large sigh. “And is there a reason why no one thought to tell me this?”

Another long pause. It’s Aang that speaks this time. “I guess none of us really realized that you didn’t know.”

I sigh again and pinch the bridge of my nose. Without looking up, I say, “Alright, so when and how did she break out of prison?”

Katara looks at Zuko and says, “Yeah, Zuko. Why don’t you tell her how Azula broke out of prison.”

Her emphasis and venom make me look back up and at Zuko again. He put his head in his hands for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking me in the eye again. “So, she actually wasn’t in prison. She was in an assylum and was confined to a straight jacket and under constant supervision.”

I scoff. “Clearly not constant enough if she could get out.”

Sarcasm dripping from her voice, Katara says, “Oh, the assylum wasn’t the problem. The problem is that Zuko needed her to go find his mother and so she came with us. And that is when she escaped.”

I’m absolutely flabbergasted. I just stare at him slackjawed and wait for an explanation. Seemingly feeling my expectancy, he throws his hands up in defense and says, “She had information on my mom’s location and wouldn’t give it to me if I didn’t bring her along!”

“So you thought it was a good idea to take the strongest firebender in the world who just so happens to also be absolutely psychotic on a fun little adventure?!”

“What was I supposed to do?!” Zuko yells back, his temper flaring up.

Not wanting to deal with it, I run my hands through my hair. Calming down, I say, “So what? You need my help tracking her down? I don’t really understand what I’d be able to provide you that you can’t already access on your own.”

Aang responds before Zuko can. “Well, we’ve tried to find her to varying degrees of success. Finding her wasn’t necessarily the problem for the first little while. She was inserting herself anywhere and everywhere she could to try to influence Zuko. But recently it’s like she’s completely vanished.”

Resignation in his voice, Zuko adds, “The last time I saw her.she told me something along the lines of knowing that her destiny wasn’t to take the throne herself but to make me into the kind of Fire Lord she would have been. That was a couple of months ago and she’s just been gone. There have been one or two sightings of her in the Earth Kingdom, but nothing concrete.”

That’s when realization dawns on me and the weight of it forces me to sit back.

Observant as always, it’s Levi that asks, “What is it y/n?”

Sighing again and looking towards the sky, I say, “The reason she’s gone quiet isn’t because the bloodlust is gone, it’s that she’s shifted targets. You want me to come back because I’m her target.”

With noticeable fear in his voice, Connie asks, “What? Why you?”

Looking at him, I say, “Just like I thought I had killed her, I’m guessing she thought she had killed me. She must’ve figured out that I’m still alive somehow. I’m sort of the one that got away.”

Turning back to the Gaang, I say, “But what would bringing me back help? Since I’m not actually in the Earth Kingdom, isn’t it safer for me to be out here? As long as she doesn’t know where I am it’ll keep her quiet. Seems like the best case scenario, no?”

Sokka shakes his head. “If you found this place, it’s only a matter of time until she checks this direction. And if she does-”

“I’d be on my own against her.” Defeat fills my voice as I finish his thought and bite my lip.

Eren pipes up next. “You wouldn’t be on your own, you have all of us.”

Everyone nods enthusiastically in agreement with Eren, and I smile sadly but shake my head. “You guys are very talented and well equipped against titans, but that’s really close-up combat. You have to make contact to fight a titan. Bending is an entirely different style of fighting. It’s long range. Firearms would be functional, but they don’t provide any kind of defense against a bender, especially someone like Azula. Unless you’re trained against benders, you’d be sitting ducks.”

When Hange speaks up, there’s a clear sadness in her voice that she’s trying to hide. “So does that mean you’re going to go back then?”

Without even having to think about it, I shake my head. Addressing the Gaang but still answering Hange, I say, “No, I’m not going to leave. I can’t. I’m the first bender they’ve ever seen, and chances are it’s the same for their enemies. I can really help here. Plus,” I glance at the kids, Levi, and Hange to give them a quick smile before returning my gaze to the Gaang. “I really like it here. You said that you want me to come “home” but this is the closest I’ve felt to having a home since I was a kid. Especially now that you know exactly where I am so I know I’ll be able to see you again in the future. I want to stay here.”

They’re clearly disappointed, but I can tell almost all of them seem to understand. Zuko is the only one to counter. “Well, there’s a few events happening soon to commemorate the 3rd anniversary of the end of the war. You could come to one being held in Ba Sing Se where we make it clear that you’re ‘back’ so that we can sort of draw her out for the event being held at the palace in the Fire Nation. Then we can bring you back here.”

Thinking about it for a moment, I eventually shrug and nod, saying, “Yeah, I don’t see a problem with that plan.”

Someone else did see a problem with it, though.

“Are you suggesting to use y/n as bait?” Levi says angrily.

I answer for everyone. “More or less, yeah. But we’ll be prepared so it’ll be a lot less dangerous than it sounds.”

We all sit with this idea for a moment when I come up with an idea of my own. Completely lighting up, I say, “I’ll agree to this under one condition.”

They all nod and Zuko even adds, “Anything.”

I grin at my Scout friends before looking at the Gaang and saying, “I want them to be able to come.”

I can feel the shock radiating off of the people to my right and the confusion rolling off of the people to my left, so I further explain, “Today is the first time they’ve ever even seen the ocean. I think it would be a really great experience for them to see more of the world, especially since I’ve talked so much about our world.”

Despite having just said they’d do “anything” I asked, Zuko sounds angry at my proposal. “Didn’t you just finish saying how useless they are?”

I huff a little and lean forward with my elbows on my knees. “Did you listen to anything I said? No, I didn’t say they are ‘useless.’ I also didn’t just ask to bring them for fighting reasons. Like I said, they didn’t even know the world existed so I want to be able to give them a chance to see and experience new things.”

This shuts Zuko up for the time being and there’s an extended silence as I can tell the Gaang is mulling it over. As we wait for someone to say something, I can feel the kids almost vibrating with anticipation.

Wanting to give them a moment, I squeeze Katara’s hand and announce, “While y’all think it over, Katara and I are going to go bend a little.” Turning to Hange, I add, “And you’re welcome to come observe the both of us together if you’d like.”

Hange’s squeal practically breaks my eardrums, but I can’t resent her happiness.

So Katara and I walk hand-in-hand into the water with Suki joining us for conversation and all of the Scouts not far behind.

I pick up a ball of water and begin passing it back and forth absentmindedly with Katara.

Finally an opportunity to really catch up!

Looking at both she and Suki, I say, “Soooooooo, how are both of your relationships?”

They giggle and start telling me how Suki and Sokka are mostly long-distance because of their respective responsibilities to the Kyoshi warriors and the Southern Watertribe. Katara is able to travel almost everywhere with Aang and most recently they had been to the Southern Watertribe together.

On that topic, Katara starts explaining, “You’ve gotta see it y/n! I know you never saw it before, but it’s being built up a lot and honestly has a strong resemblance to the Northern Watertribe. It’s not my favorite thing, but I think you might like it.”

I switch up the move and splash her to which she throws a water whip at me and I have to dive out of the way. We playfully go back and forth for a moment before going back to our original game.

Now, it’s Suki’s turn to ask for an update. “And what about you? Anyone here suit your fancy?”

I actually laugh hard enough that I drop the water. Picking it up again, I say, “Not hardly! Did you see them? They’re all children!”

Katara scoffs and says, “What are you talking about, they’re roughly our age!”

Without hesitation I say, “Exactly!”

She splashes me again so I continue. “They’re 15 like Aang and Toph, and that’s fine for you because you’re 16. I’m 20 years old, that would make me a downright predator if I was even interested in those literal children.”

Both girls laugh and Katara says, “Alright, alright. Point taken. That grumpy one seems older though. What did you say his name was, Levi?”

Before I can answer Suki chimes in with an eyebrow wiggle and says, “And grumpy is your type.”

Katara laughs and I smack Suki with a wave, unamused by her little joke. “I just barely got to a point where I don’t think Levi hates me, let alone dating.”

Both of them get excited and Suki says, “So you’ve thought about it! You’ve got a cruuuuussshhhh!”

This time I freeze her legs and knock her over. Seeing as we’re not even in to our knees, I knew she’d be just fine. I retort, “I did not say that. He’s fuckin insufferable! Like I said, we’re just barely to the point of being friends.”

Wisely, they both drop the subject although I can tell that’s not the end of the harassment.

As if he knew he were being talked about, Levi calls out to us. “Oi! Y/n! We need to start heading back to the walls soon!”

I nod and the three of us wade back in. Approaching our little forgotten picnic, I put my hands on Sokka’s shoulders and say, “Well kids, whatcha think?”

Sokka cranes his neck back to look at me upside down and from this angle his goofy smile looks even funnier. “We think that yes, it would be nice to show them our section of the world.”

The kids’ cheers are enough to make me grin from ear to ear and I have to stop myself from laughing when they quickly try to hide their excitement.

Zuko’s addition is much less animated. “But we keep them a secret. No one will know they’re from some strange new world, especially since you’ll be coming back to this world.”

Aang speaks next. “And it can’t be immediately because Appa can’t carry that many people. So, what we’re going to do is we’re all going to follow you back to your base on Appa so that we know where to come back to. Tomorrow morning we’ll all head back to the Fire Nation and then Sokka can take an airship back here to pick you all up while the rest of us go to the Earth Kingdom a little early. Deal?”

I’m practically bouncing at this point and without even looking at the kids I can tell they are too.

“Deal!” I say as I throw my arms around Aang and Sokka. The kids stop holding back and they all break out into unrestrained screams of joy and cheers. I swear I can see the faintest hint of a smile on Levi’s face and Hange is grinning like I haven’t seen her do since we took back Wall Maria.

“While you guys fly back, I want to stay here with y/n!” Suki states.

“Me too!” Katara says.

“Me three!” Toph adds.

With that, I look to Hange for approval. Some of the joy leaves her face as she says, “Sure. I mean, we have plenty of beds…”

Melancholy sweeps through us and even though they don’t know what happened, the Gaang notice as well and go quiet in observance of the moment.

Levi breaks the tension with one of his crude jokes, saying “No one will be sleeping in a bed tonight if we don’t move our asses.”

This elicits a few chuckles and we jump into collecting our things.

Climbing the dune to head to the horses I hear a bit of a screech from Sokka and gasps from the others.

Sokka yelps, “What the fuck is that?!”

When I follow his gaze, I laugh when I realize he’s looking at the horses.

“So those are horses. They have different animals than we do even though they all have very similar names. They make fun of me anytime I say something like ‘monkey feathers’ or ‘flying hog monkies.’”

Not caring about my description at all, Sokka says, “well do they eat people?! Because they look like they eat people.”

Now everyone is laughing and Jean makes the comment, “Wow, he makes you look brave y/n!”

This garners further laughter as I glare at him. Turning back to Sokka, I firmly state, “No, they do not eat people. They’re very nice creatures, actually.”

As we all mount our horses and the Gaang climbs onto Appa, I turn to say one more thing before we take off. “We didn’t see any titans on the way here but there’s always a chance we will. If I yell for you to go up, do it. And don’t come back down until I wave for you to do so, understood?”

At this, they’re clearly all concerned but reluctantly agree.

With that, we take off towards home with the Gaang flying low and trailing behind us.

It was such an easy ride out here, hopefully it will be just as easy going back.

We ride for a long time with no hiccups before we come upon the first gate. Looking back at the Gaang, I motion for them to fly up and over and they do so. We meet them on the other side and continue on.

However, the grounds of Wall Maria hadn’t been swept yet and it was possible there could still be titans so we couldn’t let our guard down.

We can’t quite see Wall Rose in the distance yet, but it’s coming up soon and we should be able to any minute. Not a single titan!

No sooner had I thought optimistically than Sasha was calling from the left flank that there are titans coming straight for us.

Fuck, I jinxed it.

As Hange starts giving orders, I fall back a little to talk to the Gaang. “Go up, now! No matter what happens, do not come back down until I wave at you. Go!”

I don’t wait for a response as I take off in the direction of the titans. As I ride I start gathering as much water as I can from the grass and the dirt. Passing everyone, I slice clean through one titan’s ankles before making a sheet of ice to knock another one off of its feet. Jean finishes the first one and Sasha and Connie tag team the second. As Levi and Mikasa take down a couple more, we’re only left with a few on their feet. I swing from one to the next, completely decapitating each titan as I use its neck as an anchor.

We don’t see any more approaching, so just as quickly as we had seen them approach they were taken care of. I look to the sky and wave both of my arms at the Gaang signaling to them that it’s safe for them to come back down.

As we ride for a moment, they hover next to us and Sokka yells, “Were those the titans you were telling us about?”

Calling back to him, I say, “Yeah, and unlike the horses they do eat people.”

As we finish our conversation, Wall Rose comes into view. As we went through the gate, we told the Garrison not to worry about Appa, and the Gaang flew up high enough as to be mostly undetected by the people on the ground. The ride back to the base wasn’t direct because we wanted to go however we needed to alert the fewest people to our guests. Even with our roundabout path, it didn’t take long to make it back to the stables. As we put our horses back in their stalls, I heard Appa landing outside.

As everyone gets off, it’s actually Hange that says, “So, how about a tour since this is your only night in town?”

I grin as she starts showing my friends around. My two worlds were colliding and I couldn’t be happier.

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Chloe knocked on the door and heard a quiet ‘come in’. When she walked into the room, she found Mari sitting on the floor with an ornate box in her lap. The patterns on it were familiar enough to make her gasp.

"Close the door, please." Chloe did as she asked on auto pilot. She couldn't stop staring at the box, and she couldn't manage any coherent thoughts. At least not until Mari's broken tone snapped her out of it. "I can't do this by myself."

"Oh Mari." Chloe rushed over to sit next to her and pull her into a hug. Mari burrowed into her side, but didn't say anything. She didn't cry either. As far as Chloe knew, she hadn't since her parents died. It worried her that she wouldn't grieve properly. "I'll do whatever you need me to, but... is that what I think it is?"

"Yes." There was a long pause and Chloe could feel Mari trying to control her breathing. "I'm the Guardian and... I was Ladybug." She started out strong but ended in almost a whisper. Chloe could swear that a wall in her mind just collapsed. All the similarities and coincidences melded together, making her wonder how she didn't know. How anyone didn't know.

"I'm so sorry." She hugged the girl tighter and held back tears. "How can you even stand to be near me after everything I've put you through?" She was bad enough to Mari, but to Ladybug... she'd been nothing but a nightmare until that Akuma forced her to open her eyes.

"You aren't the only one that regrets their decisions. I made a lot of mistakes with you I'd like to take back. Not to mention you actually learned from the things you went through. Not like most of the others." Chloe winced at that. Watching the class turn on Lila would have been amusing if it hadn't shown even more of their true colors. The lengths some of them were willing to go to was disturbing. Honestly, Lila was lucky the police came to get her when they did.

"Still... I don't see how you can trust me at all after all that." Mari just leaned into her more.

"People change. You changed for the better, and when I needed you the most, you were there. And trust needs to be fluid. I trusted Ad- Chat in the beginning, and I was right to then, but my trust didn't falter when it should have and look at what it cost."

"It is not your fault that the spineless wonder decided to put his wants above the wellbeing of everyone else. You see the good in people, and that's not a bad thing."

"Until it is." She wanted to argue, but she couldn't. Partly because she couldn't find the words, but mostly because she wouldn't mitigate Mari's pain that way. The way she saw it, everyone she loved died because she saw the best in her worthless partner. Chloe didn't know how to make her realize that was skewed logic. "I need to talk to some of the Kwami to see if Batman is right. You'll stay with me, right?"

"Of course." Mari didn't move right away, and Chloe just waited. She couldn't even imagine how hard this must be for her. Eventually, Mari opened the box, but that was it. They just stared at the innocuous looking pieces of jewelry. Even knowing the power they held, Chloe felt underwhelmed. She had to wonder if it was a way they protected themselves. Mari reached out a hand, hovering over various ones, but not touching. She actually flinched as she passed over the Ladybug earrings. In the end, she picked three. The Butterfly, the Turtle, and the Cat.

Chloe wanted badly to question her choice, but kept her mouth shut. As soon as the Kwami appeared, they rushed Mari to hug her. Plagg's purring was strong enough that Chloe could feel the vibrations. She didn't know how long they stayed like that before Mari spoke.

"I'm sorry." The purring stopped. Plagg flew up to make sure they were in Mari's sight line.

"What do you think you have to apologize for?" The Kwami sounded mostly curious, but to Chloe, there seemed to be an undercurrent of rage.

"For not stopping what happened."

"What happened wasn't your fault. If you want to place blame anywhere other than Gabriel and Adrien," Mari flinched at the names. "then you should place it on me." Mari immediately reached for the Kwami.

"Oh, Plagg, no. You couldn't have known what was going on." The creature just gave her a droll look.

"If I had bothered to pay attention, at all, I would have seen him slipping. If I'd ever once bothered to search that house, I would have found all the proof you needed. My apathy was far more at fault for what happened than you were. And I'm sorry for not stepping in when Tikki complained about the way he was treating you. I thought she was overreacting because of how fond she is of you." Plagg refused to meet Mari's gaze and the girl finally grabbed them to pull them into her chest for a hug. "You really should talk to Tikki. They're worried about you."

Mari didn't respond, and Plagg went back to purring. Chloe just tried to be as steady a presence as she could, given she really had no idea what had happened between Mari and the Kwami. Eventually, Wayzz spoke.

"You must have had a reason to summon us, Guardian. How may we help you?" Mari took a deep breath before answering.

"Magic users in the Justice League seem to be under the impression that a balanced Ladybug and Cat pair need to be active to combat whatever imbalance Chat and I caused. Is that true?" Plagg growled.

"He caused it, not you. Why are you talking to the Justice League in the first place after the crap they pulled?" Mari curled in on herself, so Chloe answered.

"We're in Gotham for school and Batman seems to feel it's necessary to stalk us. His girlfriend is on our side though, so that's a plus." The Kwami gave an amused snort. Wayzz ended up being the one to actually answer Mari's question.

"They are right that the imbalance should be fixed, and that is one way to do it. Though it seems like they're making it far more urgent than it is."

"What are the other ways?" Mari sounded relieved, and all the Kwami were eyeing her oddly.

"The simplest would be going back to Paris yourself and using your powers as Guardian to realign the proper energies." Yeah, that wasn't happening. Mari tensed up and seemed close to a panic attack just from the idea. "A balanced pair wielding Creation and Destruction would be next. Lastly, a unified group wielding the Fox, Turtle, Bee, Butterfly, and Peafowl Miraculous. It would have to be five separate holders, so you couldn't do it yourself." Chloe wasn't certain what the warning in his tone meant, but Mari looked sheepish. That was a story for later.

"I don't know if I can trust four or five people, and you all told me that there wasn't anyone who could properly balance me as Ladybug." The three Kwami exchanged looks, but it was Nooroo who spoke.

"That is still true. You'd need to find other holders. Though it feels like you have a suitable candidate on the grounds that could wield the Ladybug if you became Plagg's holder." Mari blinked at them, and Nooroo flew over to the window. Mari slowly followed, Chloe right behind her. They looked out to see the Sirens still talking in the gazebo. "The green one creates things to destroy with the same energy you destroy things to create. It is a good balance."

"I really don't think that's a good idea." Chloe agreed, but had to wonder if Mari was more worried about the Sirens, or having the Miraculous active again.

"She could surprise you, and as you said, there's not enough people to give the other's to unless you want to involve the Sirens in that plan." All the Kwami frowned at her and Chloe had the distinct impression they would prefer she keep her mouth shut.

"It might be safer to do that than risk the Ladybug holder turning on the Cat this time. I don't even want to think of the damage that would do." Mari was frowning down at the women. "You would take the Bee, and I can take the Butterfly. Selina would suit the Fox, Harley the Peafowl, and Ivy the Turtle." Plagg and Wayzz floated over to the window as well.

"Well, you're right about the pairings. But will they be willing to work with you? This entire thing hinges on a unified team." Wayzz seemed to be trying to push Mari away from the idea, but Chloe wasn't certain why.

"Honestly, as long as they have fun doing it, they'll probably be on board. If we agree to mess with the Bats and maybe being a bit more aggressive with some of the more violent rogues they'll probably agree to whatever you want." And the Kwami were glaring at her again. What the hell? Mari caught it this time.

"Why do you want the Ladybug and Black Cat active so badly? You said it wasn't necessary." Nooroo looked guilty, but Plagg and Wayzz shared a look.

"It's not for the balance, but it is for you. Avoiding what happened won't change the past and you need to be able to do what's necessary in the future." Plagg seemed to be going for reassuring, but it came off more than a little condescending. Mari bristled.

"You think I don't know that? You think that I'm in denial over what happened? Do you think I would have pulled you out at all if I wasn't willing to move past my own pain to fix this problem? I'm not avoiding the Ladybug Miraculous over some misguided fear. I just don't think it's the best option and none of you have done anything to prove me wrong. Either do so, or stop trying to force my hand for no reason other than your less than stellar mental diagnostic abilities." Mari was yelling by the end and the Kwami just looked stunned. As much as Chloe agreed with her, she wasn't certain screaming at a group of tiny gods was the best way to get out her frustration. Mari let out a sigh before dropping back to the floor.

"So you're not going to talk to Tikki." Plagg sounded annoyed and disappointed. Mari renounced them and put the ring back in the box. Wayzz didn't seem to know what to do, but Nooroo flew over to perch on one of Mari's knees.

"We should not have behaved so disrespectfully. You have the right to make your own choices and we should just give you the information you need to do so. We're worried about you."

"I understand that, but pushing me into things that aren't necessary and I'm not ready for isn't going to help me. I'll do what's necessary, but I'm not ready to relive what happened, and this is the best option right now." Nooroo just nodded.

"I would think going back to Paris would be the best option." Chloe winced at Wayzz's observation. Technically, he was right. However, it wasn't worth the mental breakdown Mari would have if she went back.

"It would be if there was anyway I could go back there, with the Miraculous, and be sure I wouldn't break and do exactly what Gabriel planned to do." She said it so matter-of-factly that Chloe could only stare at her. The Kwami weren't much better. She shook herself out of her daze to drop down and pull Mari back into a hug.

"You won't be alone this time. I'm with you no matter what you decide to do. Granted, I'm hoping for finding the Bat Cave and blowing it up, but I can roll with whatever." Mari let out a snort before devolving into giggles.

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